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bradshawsbitch · 7 months

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⁘ bradley bradshaw, the notoriously ill mannered head chef at the small franchise pub down the street, is quite content with his fast paced job. no commitments or obligations outside of his kingdom of sharp knives, pots, pans, prep work and a shot of jäger after a double. that is until a new waitress is hired, and suddenly his strict and rigid rules of no obligations or commitments starts to waver. . .

› pairing; bradley bradshaw x f!reader

word count; ~ 3.2K

× chapter warnings; swearing, see general story warnings, mature content, mentions of food

disclaimer; first of all, thank you!! for being so understanding and amazing about this story. i am so overwhelmed with love for all of you who keep being excited about my surly chef, even after all this time. second of all, i am sorry for it having been an 'all this time' - your support means everything to me. thank you again ❤

this chapter was super hard for me to write, which is why it's a little shorter, and perhaps more of a filler and a thank you to my readers. please be aware that the prose may be a little rusty as i am slowly getting back into writing again ❤

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Soft little sighs, muffled by muted green sheets fill the room as rays of the morning sun turns harsher the higher it rises in the sky. Noon is approaching, unbeknownst to the two laying still in bed. A Monday, which for many means the start of a new week, gone is the restful weekend and labor is nigh. For the two forms in bed though, the pace of mere mortals were not applicable. A waitress and a chef could sleep in, for their holy day was indeed Monday. Most restaurants were closed, or very slow come Monday - which gave those weary souls a day to rest.

Turning slowly, the woman burrow deeper into the sheets, a small smile tugging on the corners of her lips as she heard Bradley’s soft, sleepy grunt as his arms tightened around her naked midsection. He hasn’t awoken yet, and neither had you, not fully at least. Sleepy eyes were slow to open, blinking rapidly to adjust to the light that surrounds the two of you.

Waking up next to Rooster’s warm form sent a pleasant shiver down your spine. Seeing the way his eyelashes flutter, the way his lips are ever so slightly parted - his cupid’s bow defined so prettily beneath that lovely facial hair of his… the way freckles dot along the bridge of his nose… tan skin so beautiful, ridges, freckles and spots that adorn his skin. Sleepily, you let your finger trace over those shapely shoulders, where, much like the stars the freckles dot all the more frequently.

“Bambi…” Rooster grunts, voice raspy and breathless - the mere mention of your nickname makes those fluttery wings of butterflies flap helplessly within your chest. His hold on you tightens again, drawing you in towards his chest. One arm embraces your form soothingly, as the other gently tucks your head into his chest, a large thigh suddenly nudging its way in between yours to rest. This position he also adjusts, letting the hand that had rested in its embrace slide slowly down past your bottom, ghosting over your thigh before gripping just above your knee - drawing it up high on his thigh.

A content sigh leaves his lips as his thumb draws soothing circles on the bare skin that’s still in his firm hold, pleased with how he’s molded you into his form. You fit quite nicely here, he reflects as you start to place small kisses against Bradley’s sternum - he’s warm from sleep, radiating calm and safety as he holds you near.

“Getting enough air in there, sweets?” he rumbles after a few moments of your face buried in the dip between his pecs, lips ghosting over his sternum every now and then. Nodding, you let out a soft ‘mhm’ in reply as you trace your hands over the ridges of his hips and waist, gently letting yourself explore his adonis belt and lower abdomen.

Bradley lets out the softest of noises, a choked moan that seems to catch in the back of his throat as his pubic hair tickles the back of your hand as you leave feather light touches closer and closer to where he needs you. His grip on you has tightened, and his nose and lips are pressed tight against your hair where he inhales deeply. His palm is flexing, tensing and kneading where his palm is spread on your thigh - he hesitates for only a short moment before he uses his strength to pull your leg further over his hip.

A small gasp and a pathetic whine slips past your lips as your lower body joins where your hand had been exploring just seconds ago. Drawing your hand back, you feverishly grasp at Bradley’s neck, shuffling to tilt your head back up to catch his lips with yours, your body fluid and ever moving against his large form. Pressing, pushing, pulling– the leg Rooster had pulled closer now draws him in to you, the whole length of your naked body pressed against his sturdy one.

“Fuck, Bambi…” he groans as you grip the short hair at the nape of his neck before your lips chase his, you whine again as Rooster’s palm slides up to grip the flesh of your ass, kneading and grinding you against his hardening cock.

“Bradley!” you gasp as you feel his warm, soft skin run along your sensitive clit. Another whimper leaves you, clinging on to his shoulders, drawing him in with all the strength your sore muscles can muster. You need to be closer, need to have him surrounding you in every sense. Bradley hums deep in his chest as his lips stray from yours to leave chaste kisses along your neck, his hot tongue laving over points he discovered you were responsive to yesterday.

Bradley’s hand drifts from your waist, up to tease at your nipple, pinching, pulling gently before letting his palm envelop your flesh, kneading and drawing out soft little moans from you before he traces his fingers down your stomach, down to where you’re rutting against his upper thigh.

“What’s my needy little baby want, hm?” his raspy morning voice reverberates in your ears, and as he speaks he lets the rough pad of his index finger press against your clit, slowly drawing languid circles in time with your desperate movements.

“Need you…” you whine, frustrated that he thought now was a good time to tease you. His soft chuckle in response draws the least intimidating little growl out of you, and Bradley can only smile as he places a soft kiss to your lips

“Relax,” he whispers “we’ve got all the time in the world, sweetheart,” as he says this, a single thick finger gently eases back and forth over your slick folds before pushing inside. Bradley slowly moves in and out of you, lips attached to the junction of your neck and shoulder, drawing small moans out of you as he works you open for him.

If yesterday had been frantic and explosive, today Bradley was savoring you. He wanted to memorize every sound you made, every move of your body as it reacted to his touch, every mewl of his name falling from parted lips. As he worked three fingers into you, he could hear your breathing pick up slightly, your grip on his bicep tightening and loosening rapidly, and he couldn’t help the smirk that grew against your salty skin.

“You gon’ cum for me, sweet little Bambs?” he muttered, and you could only nod as your moans turned high pitched, Rooster never slowing or altering his movements as your body shook against his own as you tipped over the edge on his fingers. Bradley moaned low at the sight of you.

“Look like a fuckin’ angel cumming on my fingers…” he murmured “Fuck, darling, you make me so fuckin’ hard.”

Pulling his fingers out of you, he used your slick to coat his cock, languidly stroking himself as you came down from your first high. Panting, you nudged your nose against his, lips connecting in a fleeting kiss before you felt the nudge of his swollen tip against your puffy entrance. “Please,” you whispered softly against his lips, fleetingly catching a glimpse of those amber eyes. They were so intense, but you couldn’t look away if your life depended on it.

At that first gentle push, your breath stuttered against Bradley’s parted lips. His cock was slowly inching into you, and even if he’d made a point to carefully prepare you for him, that initial stretch felt otherworldly - had he been this big yesterday too?

Grunting, Bradley’s eyes fluttered shut. Gripping his bicep, you inhaled sharply, pressing your forehead against his as he stilled. “You alright, baby?” he murmured, his hand moving to soothe up and down your back, making your chest flutter with emotion.

“Yeah- just… were you this big last night?” you moaned, and Rooster couldn’t help the small laugh that left him, before he reached up to cup your cheek. Moving away a little, he let his adoring gaze roam over your face. The cute scrunch of your nose, the thin sheen of sweat making you glow, eyes alight with lust and… Bradley blinked, taking in the way your chest heaved, the way his body was molded against yours, your warmth and your trust - it made him dizzy.

“More… please, Bradley,” your voice was soft, and you slowly moved closer to his chest, nuzzling your face into his neck where your lips flitted over the skin of his throat, along the long line that went across it, up to his jaw and back down to gently suckle at the skin near his collarbones.

Letting his strong arms wrap around you, Bradley moved against you, one hand slowly ghosting over your skin to grip your thigh as his cock slid deeper and deeper into your core, finally bottoming out as he gently pushed at the small of your back to tilt your hips just right. Small little noises reverberated against his warm skin, and he felt your lips leave wet traces as you occupied your mouth with his neck and shoulders.

“You okay, Cookie?” he murmurs against your ear as he rocks his hips slightly against you. The soft mewl you let out fills his chest with pride, and something like a fierce need to protect you, to make sure you’re taken care of.

“So good, Roos’” the words were slightly slurred against the naked skin of his shoulder, and he grunted softly as he yet again used his strength to form your body against his. His large palm resumed their hold right above your knee, drawing it upwards as he pressed your bottom down against himself. Almost as if he was rocking your body against his instead of the other way around.

“Sound so pretty for me, darlin’” Bradley murmured, gently nudging your chin with his nose, lips hovering over your skin - he needed you to look at him. Needed to see the way those sweet eyes betrayed adoration, betrayed lust and need and want and… trust. He needed to see how much you depended upon him - how you’d given yourself to him to cherish.

As with every other thing, you were so responsive to him. To his voice, touch - it was dizzying, truly. Your glittering eyes held his, and he moaned low in his throat as he felt the way you squeezed him as you caught sight of his face. He could feel his heartrate picking up, could feel the way his breath were coming in shorter bursts, and it fucking turned him on to no end that that drew the softest of little mewls from you - made your brows pinch in that cute little needy fashion he’d noticed only once yesterday.

“You okay, my little Bambs?” he murmured softly, letting his lips brush against yours lovingly “I’m so okay,” you whispered against him, your hands slowly running across his muscled chest, nails leaving soft little tendrils of pleasure as they went.

“You’re so beautiful,” Rooster confessed breathlessly, grunting softly at the end as his cock slid, if possible, even deeper into your heat - as your hips started rutting against his movements. The soft moan of his name made him groan, fucking into you more languidly - slow, steady and deep. The hand that wasn’t gripping your thigh, keeping it hitched high over his hip, returned to squeeze and knead at the flesh of your breast. Fuck, he loved your tits. Loved your body, loved– his breath hitched in his throat, heart almost doing fucking double time…

Blinking, he let out a shuddering breath before letting his mouth leave a wet trail down your throat, before his lips enclosed on your nipple, his tongue teasing and flicking against the nub. At the sensation of Bradley’s hot tongue on your sensitive breasts, you let out a high pitched moan, pushing your chest against Bradley’s face as your hands flew to his curls, gripping tight as you panted wildly. You were so sensitive, and Bradley’s cock was stretching you, pulling and pushing so so slow - and yet he made it feel so fucking good. You could almost feel every ridge and vein as the drag of his cock made wetness drip from your core, down his length, making a mess of his pubic hair… He was fucking you so incredibly, right there in his bed, that you’d both shared that night.

You cried out his name again, ending almost on a sob as he pushed his cock deep inside just as he let his lips latch on to your flesh, giving it a heady suckle - his facial hair scratching just hard enough to bring tears to your eyes from the pleasurable sensation. That pressure was building again, deep in your core, building and getting more and more tense. He was everywhere, just like you’d wanted. Filling you, tasting you, gripping you… his smell was surrounding you, the feel of his hair, the warmth of his body, his sweat glowing like a halo around his body in the morning sun as the muscles in his back rippled and moved.

“Bradley!” you sobbed pathetically, clawing and clinging to him, he must have felt how close you were. Your pussy was pulsing around his thick dick, your arousal dripping down his balls at this point. He was grunting and moaning against your flesh, and you desperately tried to rut your hips, needing more, more more– but he kept his slow, deep pace. His cock barely left your cunt before he pushed deep, each stroke of his cock hitting that spot that you hadn’t been sure if it existed or not.

“That’s it, baby,” Bradley’s voice sounded wrecked and broken as he released your now glistening nipple. “Can feel you squeezing my dick,” he sounded almost smug - you hated that it almost turned you on. His large hand was still palming at your tit as he nipped and kissed gently at your jaw, your hands still tugging desperately on his hair.

“N-need more,” you gasped, pleading with him as you looked down on him. Those amber eyes of his were shadowed by heady lust, and he just smirked softly before shaking his head ever so slightly “No,” he muttered, kissing your chin as you cried out, the tears that had burned behind your lids slowly running down your cheeks.

“Fuck,” he gasped, his cock twitching deep within your pussy “so pretty, darling, crying for more of my cock,” he whispered, you couldn’t do more than nod and keen, letting out small cries and whimpers as you felt your core clench around him harder, chasing that high so desperately.

“You’ll cum from this, baby.” he rasped “You don’t need more.” he decided- It felt like he was cradling your body in his hands, molding and shaping, pushing, pulling, playing with you as if you were only made for him. And he was right. As he spoke those words, a shocked gasp tore through your throat as you cried and sobbed, white hot pleasure rolling through your body in waves as you shook and shook, convulsing slightly with every thrust that Bradley’s swollen tip hit that sensitive spot deep within your core.

“Fuck–” Bradley moaned loudly, “atta girl,” he praised, voice breaking slightly as your hips rolled and shook in his hold “Fuck, Bambi- I’m gon’...” his chest rose and fell rapidly, his shoulders and back muscles rippling as he fought to hang on to see you through your high, not sure if he could–

“Cum in me,” you whined softly, needing him. Needing him everywhere. At those words, Bradley shattered. He couldn’t hold on if his life depended upon it. With a long, low moan of your name, his hips stuttered, once twice, stilling deep within you as he gasped and his warm release filled you, over and over as his cock pulsated through his high.

“Jesus, darling…” Bradley gasped and moaned low as your cunt throbbed around his still hard dick, milking him of the last of his orgasm. “So good… so fuckin’ beautiful… soft ‘n pretty,” he was murmuring now, kissing his pretty words into the skin of your chest. He finally released his grip on your thigh, palms gently smoothing over the area, ghosting over your skin as his strong arms wrapped around your waist, keeping you close to him as you both caught your breaths.

“Bradley,” you murmured lovingly, nuzzling into his warmth, it was hard to describe how you were feeling - but it felt weird. Good, but a little jarring. You’d never experienced sex in this fashion before - not entirely sure you’d even experienced any other partner giving you two orgasms, let alone while they were actually inside of you. Your heart was fluttering fast and hard, and the tears that had run down your cheeks had all but dried, but it felt as if the high was lingering - clouding your mind and making you feel so utterly vulnerable.

Perhaps he could sense it, perhaps he could hear it in the smallness of your voice, but slowly he’d ushered you to rest against the broad expanse of his chest as he softly shushed and murmured against your skin. “You’re alright, darlin’ - did so good.” in the fluffy state your mind was in, you hadn’t really gathered that you were whimpering and making noises as Bradley held you.

“There you are, baby… you’re alright, you’re safe - I’ve got you honey… fuck - that was incredible… you’re incredible,” he let out a small laugh as his strong hands moved up and down your spine, the other gently stroking over your hair as he murmured praise and soft words of encouragement in your ear. Tilting your head back, you took in the tenderness of his brown eyes, and you smiled softly up at him.

“That’s it, there’s my beautiful Bambi,” Rooster murmured before placing a small kiss on your nose. “Gave unsteady legs a new meanin’ huh?” he rasped, grinning as you swatted at his chest, although you couldn’t help the amused smile that stretched on your lips.

“Do we have to get up?” you murmured, pouting softly at the thought of leaving this heavenly moment. You didn’t want to walk out into the harshness, the cold, the bitter. You wanted to stay here, in Bradley’s arms where everything was okay, everything was safe and covered in a thick layer of fluffy soft clouds.

“Not right now,” Bradley murmured against the top of your head “I have to get up to cook you something of substance to eat in a while, but you don’t have to worry your pretty little head about that just yet,” he smiled, placing a reassuring kiss against your hair. You smiled softly at the thought, a content sigh making your form rise and fall gently in his hold.

“You never stop working, do you?” you teased.

“Well, hate to break it to ya, Bambs - but people will unfortunately always need to eat,” rolling your eyes, you felt the head chef had earned another light slap against his chest - the only answer was a rumbling sort of laughter that made his chest vibrate slightly against your touch.

“And cooking for you isn’t a job,” he said casually “it’s something I love doing.”

For some reason, those small words sent a strong wave of emotion through your body, awakening the flutters of butterfly wings again. This time they were not only contained to your stomach, but seemed to flutter and spread warmth and overwhelming, nearly suffocating emotions all through your body. Choked up, you merely squeezed Bradley as tight as your muscles would allow it before offering him the most sincere

“Thank you.”

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astoundingbeyondbelief · 1 month

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Kaiju Week in Review (March 24-30, 2024)

A coworker asked tonight me how Godzilla x Kong: The New Empire measured up to Godzilla Minus One, and I responded, "Almost as good, but in a completely different way." If you like monsters (and if you're following me I have to assume you do), see it, no questions asked. There's about a million of them and they're all delightful. The franchise has long struggled to recapture the specific charms of the Showa era, and I think this comes closer than any of them. (It's the climactic tag-team battle... also Mothra returning to knock some sense into Godzilla). Pure junk food, but you can't just watch Oppenheimer all the time.

Godzilla x Kong tore up the box office this weekend, performing well above expectations. Its $80 million opening Stateside was the second-best of the Monsterverse (after Godzilla). It added another $114 million internationally for the best overall opening of the (still-young) year. China was a big part of that with $44 million; giant monster movies are among the few Hollywood imports that still play well there. With a $135 million budget, lowest of the Monsterverse by a wide margin, it's a matter of when, not if, Legendary announces the next one.

The Oxford English Dictionary has added an entry for tokusatsu, defined as "A genre of Japanese film or television entertainment characterized by the use of practical special effects, usually featuring giant monsters, transforming robots, and masked and costumed superheroes." It's part of a group of 23 freshly-acknowledged Japanese loan words; unclear if the timing is coincidental. Oh, and if you're curious, they added kaiju in 2018. As someone who remembers when the only English-speakers who used either word were in fandom, it's pretty wild to see.

French company Extralucid Films will release Gappa on Blu-ray in June. The impressive-sounding bonus features are naturally all in French, but there's one that transcends language: 17 minutes of extra monster footage. The U.S. version of Gappa, Monster from a Prehistoric Planet, only has about 7 minutes worth of shots absent from the Japanese version, so I'm pretty curious about the other 10. It's also the first time this footage has been released in HD (Tokyo Shock blew it in 2020).

Season 2 of Chibi Godzilla Raids Again is indeed receiving official English subtitles, starting the same day as the Japanese premiere, April 10. Godzilla Battle Line also added a hilariously busted joint Chibi Godzilla-Chibi Mechagodzilla unit, along with a Destoroyah variant. (Maybe Godzilla x Kong units are next month?)

A new Monsterverse movie means new books to buy. The prequel comic Godzilla x Kong: The Hunted is out already (not recommended), but officially you'll have to wait until April 23 for the novelization and May 14 for the art book. Chalk that up to the late release date change, maybe. Unofficially, people are already getting the novelization from Amazon, because they're a monopoly that can afford to pay the fines from publishers for breaking street date. The audiobook version also released on the same day as the film. I don't have intel on what it adds and changes yet; adding everything from the film itself to Wikizilla is all I can handle right now.

The San Francisco Giants are offering a Godzilla VIP Experience on May 17, a long-overdue acknowledgement of the savior of their city. Tickets are almost gone, though I think it's a shame that the promotion is opt-in to begin; what happened to giving these tchotchkes out to the first thousand fans? Well, figures that they'd make getting merch of the Minus One Godzilla in the States a hassle.

#kaiju week in review #godzilla #godzilla x kong the new empire #baseball #chibi godzilla raids again #king kong #gappa #kaiju #tokusatsu

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oleander-nin · 1 year

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Rottmnt Yan! Horror movie HC

A/N, not important: I'm just trying to push stuff out fast atp. This was not proofread at all. Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.

Tw: implied kidnapping, yandere themes, unconsentual touching(nonsexual), forced to watch movies(?), horror movies, my writing

Words: 1172

Summary: Rottmnt yandere headcanons about them watching horror movies w/ you

-Ollie

Mikey:

I think he’d at least tolerate horror movies.

They’re not his favorite genre, him still getting spooked by the jump scares every once in a while.

But he’d watch them, especially if he had you by his side.

There are three ways it can go.

Either 1:

You both are unbothered by the movie, and end up rooting for the villain. Mikey makes a bet with you on who dies first. If you win, you can have an hour of supervised outside time. If he wins, you have to let him shower you in affection to his heart's content without fighting back.

Only problem is, he has access to a phone. He looks it up. You can’t.

Do you take the bet?

Scenario 2:

You love horror movies.

Blood, gore, jump scares?

That’s your niche.

In this case, Mikey would just use movie time as an excuse to hold you close.

He doesn’t mind the movie, but it’s not his thing, so he ends up using movie night as a cuddling session.

Gets annoyed if you try to push him off or regain your personal space.

He’ll just turn off the movie, then continue to lay on you.

Now you have to cuddle him, and you don’t get to even watch your movie.

Option 3:

You hate horror movies.

They scare you, they upset you, you don’t like them.

Whether it’s the gore or the jump scares, horror movies freak you out.

Mikey uses this to his advantage.

Pulls you close and whispers soft nothings into your ear as you cower from the tv.

Pretends like he’s your savior when he turns off the movie, promises cuddles and your favorite food for dinner.

Makes it hard to say no to whatever he wants.

Donnie:

Could not care less about horror movies.

He’s seen worse out on the streets of New York while defending the city. Why should he care about some fake girl getting stabbed by a fake monster?

Horror movies are all stupid to him. Except psychological ones. I could see him enjoying those. He’d like the Saw franchise if it wasn’t so gorey.

You, on the other hand, could make him interested in the movie. It completely depends on your own reactions to said genre.

If you like horror movies? Cool, he’ll play one on a monitor at his desk so you're forced to spend time with him while he works.

Doesn’t pay attention to the movie much, just enjoys having you near him. Even if he forced your hand a tad bit. It’s not his fault you wouldn’t stay in the seat. Even after he went through so much trouble to set up your favorite movie, tsk tsk.

Neutral on horror movies? That’s fine, he just won’t really bring them up unless it’s a family movie night and Leo picked a horror.

Then he’s forcing you to debate the characters with him. If he’s stuck spending time with family, he’s at least going to enjoy it by analyzing the stupidity of the main character.

Makes a lot of backhand comments about the main characters and your similarities, especially if the movie has to do with a kidnapping of some kind.

If you hate horror movies?

Only brings them out on a dark night where he wants you to hold him, but you’re refusing.

Oh wow, you can’t sleep because of nightmares? Don’t worry, Donnie can hold you.

Is incredibly smug about it too.

Especially if you get clingy when scared and his plan works.

Raph:

Not a fan of them.

Will sit through them if he has too, but looks away from the TV or hides behind his phone for the majority of the time.

He already has to deal with enough fighting while taking care of New York and protecting you. Why does he need fake, purposefully scary movies to fuel his paranoia?

He doesn’t, and so he tries his best to avoid them like the plague.

Is incredibly conflicted if you like horror movies.

On the one hand, they make you happy. On the other, they expose you to unnecessary violence, gore, and possible nightmare causers.

Why would you want to subject yourself to that? You must be pulling his leg, there’s no way someone as fragile as you likes the horror genre.

He tries to avoid the subject if you are persistent.

You’d have to be really persuasive if you want to watch a horror movie.

If you are neutral?

Great. They’re never spoken of. He doesn’t suggest them, and he shuts them down if you happen to. Family movie night is ignored if there’s a horror movie going.

He doesn’t like them, you don’t seek them out, why would he try and force you both to watch one?

You don’t need that kind of violence in your life, he’s here to protect you from such topics.

Is like, the only one who will not subject you to horror movies if you hate them.

He doesn’t like them, you don’t like them, why would he subject you both to something you hate?

Plus, you might get nightmares, and while he feels all important and helpful when he comforts you, it’s not the same when it’s his fault.

Gets mad at Leo if he tries to trick you into watching one.

Pretty much all things horror are banned from within a 10 feet radius of you.

Raph will keep you safe, he promises

Leo:

Okay, I’m sorry, but Leo is such an adrenaline junkie.

He loves horror movies.

The thrill, the scares, the violence, the gore.

He’s seen it all before, so why should it bother him?

Plus, now it’s dramatic and thrilling, perfect for a movie night.

Like Donnie, he makes a lot of backhand comments about the main character and your similarities.

Is ecstatic if you like them too, finds it enjoyable to pull you close to him and just watch the movie play.

Whether he’s stolen the projector room for the time being, or holed you both in his room, he enjoys just having a horror movie playing while clinging onto you.

Likes to talk about the movie with you, and gets excited about the new plots during movies he hasn’t seen yet.

If you’re neutral about horror movies, he still makes you watch them.

Gets smug if you hang onto him during scenes you’re uncomfortable with(acting as if you have anything else to hang on to)

He likes to sit you to his side or in front of him, able to pull you close so he can whisper small threats in your ear if you misbehave in any way during your ‘bonding’ time.

He thinks it’s hilarious if you hate horror movies.

“Aww, is my poor little coward afraid of a little movie? Come here, I’ll hold you and keep you safe.”

Still makes you watch them, more for his own enjoyment of seeing you squirm.

Feels guilty when you get nightmares, but the smugness of being the one you go to for comfort makes it worth it

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food-franchise-business · 5 months

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a1sh1teruu · 6 months

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new world ; s.mg

— synopsis:: A perfect world is what they wanted, and it's what they failed to create. “Our world is perfect, our world is safe. Our world is a world without errors, though, a small error leads to a crack, and a crack leads to pain. Pain is an unnecessary emotion and a negative element in life. We want to protect you all. We work for you, we dedicate ourselves to you. All of this is for you. Do not question.”

— contains:: use of weaponry, murder, violence, mentions of claustrophobia, mentions of a panick attack, profanities

— wc:: 4,1k

— note:: FINALLY?!?!?! life has been kicking me in the ass lately so sorry for the delay :,) also, i'm not quite happy about this end product and it's a lot shorter than i had anticipated but yeh. i hope yer like it <3

— disclaimer! this series if heavily insipred by ateez' storyline and some sentences or scenes might be inspired/based on their diary versions, mvs, teasers, or even other franchises, such as movies, etc.!

— 00 -> 01 -> 02 -> masterlist

“There is a disease in the heart of man. The disease is human emotion.” Day in and day out, children and unsuspecting citizens were dragged into the government laboratories and academies, corrupting them with their twisted idea of a perfect world. The distorted face of a man on the big screen repeated the same words over and over again– draining the free will of the people.

“Our world is perfect, our world is safe. Our world is a world without errors, though, a small error leads to a crack, and a crack leads to pain. Pain is an unnecessary emotion and a negative element in life. We want to protect you all. You, living your life in your position, are the world itself. Do not doubt, do not question; this is all for you. We’re right because you’re right. Keep that in mind. We work for you, we dedicate ourselves to you. All of this is for you. Do not question.”

A world without cracks. That’s what they wanted but failed to create.

“Bullshit,” you scoffed, ripping the flimsy paper off the wall, your gloved hand running over the paper that had your picture on it with bold letters saying, ‘WANTED DEAD!’ You let the piece of paper fall down next to your feet onto the wet ground. With quick steps, you walked out of the dark alleyway, your eyes roaming the dark, empty streets to check if there is anyone who may be a threat to you. Your hand never left the gun that was strapped to your hip, the cold metal giving you a sense of comfort. With quiet steps you made your way through the shadows until you met the border of the outer districts.

The outer districts were almost completely abandoned, neglected by the government, causing the people to move into the center of Wonderland, Utopia. Where the government had a better eye on them, better control. Here, there were only rogue citizens, rummaging through trash for food and water, fighting with stray dogs and cats for one bite of that soggy burger on the ground. It was disgusting.

“Hey, you!” Someone’s voice cut through the silence, making you turn around to meet a man clad in navy uniform and glistening badges scattered over his chest, military. The soldier caught up to you, breath fogging up in front of his face. “Name and ID,” he demanded, “what are you doing out after curfew?”

“I went on a walk, sir.” You mustered, voice monotone and face muscles relaxed. Handing him a fake ID, you told him the name matching the ID. Looking over the government card, he gestured for you to take off your mask. All you did was slightly shake your head from side to side. Your eyes fell onto the silver badge on his chest that read Sector 7, his rank was low.

The soldier sighed as he handed the ID back to you. “I need you to take off that mask, ma’am.” He said more firmly, you still didn’t budge. “Ma’am,” he warned. With a roll of your eyes you took off the cloth, meeting the soldier’s eyes. A frown curled your lips as you saw his expression turn sour. He pulled out the gun that was strapped to his hip and pointed it at you, the smooth silver of the weapon glowing under the fluorescent lamps. “On your knees, now!” You did as told, putting your hands behind your head. The soldier put his gun back into its holster and turned around, reporting to the military that he had found you but when he turned back around, you were gone. His heart leaped into his throat, scared of what the new Supreme General would do to him if he found out about the young soldier’s mistake. “I would advise you to come out, the military is on their way.” His voice had a tremble in it, anxiety crawling into his gut. Suddenly, cold metal came into touch with the soldier’s nape, causing him to flinch and grab his own gun, or where it should’ve been.

“Walk,” you demanded, pressing the gun harder into his skin. You noticed that the soldier didn’t have any weapons on himself, except the gun you had in your hands. With trembling knees, he walked forward, stepping on broken glass that was scattered on the pavement, probably from the broken windows. The alley you led him into was dark, only his silhouette visible. You reached the end of the alley, a tall brick wall standing in front of you. With a hit on the back of the soldier’s head, you made him fall face first onto the ground. He immediately scurried to sit up, raising his hands in front of his face to shield it from you. A sigh left your lips as you raised the gun again, pointing it directly at his forehead.

You noticed the tremble of his lip and the glossy eyes, his life visibly flashing in front of his eyes. It was truly a shame, putting these young people into this position. The government mistreats them, never batting an eye if they die. Without a word, you pulled the trigger, shooting the poor boy into his forehead, making it as quick and painless as possible. As his body fell limp, you smashed the gun against the brick wall with as much strength as you could muster, the weapon falling into multiple pieces, spotting the silver chip on the ground and stepping on it.

With cautious steps, you walked out of the alley, eyes roaming the streets to see if someone was there. Little did you know, somebody had their eyes set onto you, hiding somewhere in the shadows. When you didn’t see anything, you took off, sprinting into the forest that led to your house.

The cold air was burning your lungs as you kept running. Your skin felt like thousands of needles were being dug into it.

You slowed down once you saw your house in the distance, surrounded by the tall trees in the middle of a clearing. The moon was shining in its full glory. You let your gaze wander around your surroundings before walking up to the door. The keys jingled as you stepped inside. Just as you locked the door behind you, you heard the high-pitched voice of a special someone.

“(Y/N)!” A smile crawled onto your face as you met the big eyes of the four year old girl, her lips pulled into a wide grin as she ran to you, her tiny arms wrapping around your hips. “You’re home,” she exclaimed with a giggle.

“Jihan,” you said, kneeling to be the same level as the small girl. She immediately let her arms wrap around your neck, clinging to you. With one arm beneath her bum, you stood up and laid a kiss onto her temple, her soft hair tickling your nose. “Did you miss me?” You asked, walking down the stairs leading into the living room, where your grandfather was sitting, reading old documents from his time in the military.

As you reached one of the big couches, you dropped Jihan on it, letting a hand run through your hair to smooth it out. You took off your thick vest and the heavy belt that had all kinds of weapons and guns strapped to it. “Anything special?” Your grandfather’s gruff voice broke through the silence.

A sigh left your lips as you plopped down on the couch next to Jihan. “No,” you paused, closing your eyes, “nothing.” You felt Jihan snuggle into your side, sighing as she hugged your waist with her tiny arms. Your hand was caressing her back when your fingers brushed over a bulky scar on the back of her nape. It felt as if time stopped as you sat on the couch with Jihan snuggled into your side.

You let your head fall onto the backrest on the couch and closed your eyes. The only sounds that could be heard in the small living room was the turning of pages from the files your grandfather was reading. “(Y/N),” your grandfather cut through your thoughts, making you turn your head from where you sat. “Have you ever thought about how life would be if the world changed,” he paused. “Like… a new world, a better world. Not perfect, but better.”

You sighed heavily, closing your eyes back again. “It’s kind of unimaginable,” you stated truthfully. “Your image of a new world would only happen if the Man In White died,” you muttered in a bored tone, throwing your arm over your face. “Which is impossible,” you added, letting yourself sink into the cushions of the worn-down couch, Jihan sleeping by your side.

“But if you think about it,” your grandfather spoke up, a tinge of hope in his voice. “It is possible.”

“No,” you countered sharply, looking at your grandfather with a heated gaze. He just looked at you with furrowed brows as he said nothing. “It’s impossible,” you started. “As soon as something happens to that son of a bitch they will have an heir up there, they won’t let him die without some type of back-up, Pa.” You noticed you had gotten louder as your eyes fell on Jihan, her stirring pulling you out of the haze of your frustrations. You let your hand run over her shoulder softly to soothe her back to sleep while you looked at your grandfather.

He stood up and threw a stack of papers onto the coffee table in front of you. It had Confidential written on it in bold letters. “Read that,” he pointed at it. You did, you read every single word of the file in your hand, the picture of a familiar blonde biting into your eyes. “If he is still alive, he will give us answers. He knows it all,” your grandfather said. “Choi Ilsung’s son knows things that you and me don’t know.”

“You are talking like I never had any experience in the military,” you mumbled, letting the file fall onto the coffee table. “You keep dismissing the stuff I saw and had to endure behind those damned doors,” your words were sharp as you glared at your grandfather. You had the urge to scratch the bulky scar that was right between your shoulder blades, your skin burning like it was fresh.

“Because you aren’t him.”

“Because I am me!” You yelled suddenly, standing up. “Stop comparing me to someone you don’t know like I do!” In your haze of anger, you turned around to look at Jihan on the couch. To your relief, she was still sleeping soundly. With one last look to your grandfather, you moved to pick her up and tuck her into her own bed.

When you were done tucking Jihan in, you walked back into the living room and sat down on the couch. Your grandfather didn’t say anything else, all he did was sigh and walk with his crane into the kitchen, which was connected to the living room. “You want some tea?” He asked as he put water into the kettle.

"Yes, please." You whispered, looking at a random point in the living room.

You were laying in your bed, drenched in your own sweat as tears profusely ran down your temples. The dizziness causing your head to hurt like it was being split in half made you almost completely unable to move. You tried to regain control of your body by changing your rapid breathing pattern into a calmer one, which didn’t work at first but once you were there, you stood up on shaky legs. Your right knee felt like it could buckle under your weight anytime, so you held onto the wall as leverage until you arrived at the bathroom. Immediately, you were met with your disheveled reflection, hair sticking in every possible direction, sweat glistening on your hot skin, and the dark, heavy eye bags that were embedded under your eyes.

You could feel the harsh pounding on the left side of your head, the constant abuse you had to endure taking a toll on you. You lean forward and spit a heavy glob of spit and bile into the sink as a wave of nausea hit you. Your right arm was tingling like a thousand needles were prickling your skin at once, the limb shaking under the weight of your upper body. As frustration took over, you let your head lean against the mirror on the cabinet above the sink, and when your rapid thoughts didn’t seem to calm, accompanied by the throbbing headache and constant ringing in your ears, you pulled your head back and let it fall against the mirror. Over and over, with every hit against the mirror it got harder, your face pulled into a snarl as a low groan rumbled through your chest.

“This won’t make it better, you know,” your grandfather’s voice cut through the harsh pounding of your head against the mirror. You stopped your movements as soon as his deep voice met your ears. “You’ll wake Jihan, and I don't want her to see you like this,” he trailed off, meeting your eyes in the mirror. “Get it together,” were his last words when he left, probably going to his own bedroom, the quiet thuds of his cane echoing through the small space.

His words echoed in your mind as you washed your face with cold water and brushed your teeth to get rid of the sour taste of bile on your tongue. “(Y/N)?” The soft call of your name made you spit the toothpaste in your mouth into the sink and quickly rinse your mouth out. As soon as you turned around, a wave of dizziness washed over you but you tried to conceal it as much as you could. Jihan was standing there, her eyes puffy and red from sleep, little beads of tears running down her soft cheeks and her little hand was holding her plush bunny by its ear as she rubbed her eyes with her free hand. The sight caused your heart to clench.

“Yes, baby?” You asked softly, stretching your arms out for her to hug you. “Why aren’t you sleeping?” You let your hand caress the top of her head, the silky strands of hair comforting you in a way as you comforted her.

“I can’t sleep,” she whispered into the junktion of your neck and shoulder. “I… I had a bad dream,” a soft sob forced itself out of her throat. You cooed softly as you rocked her from side to side. “Can I sleep with you?” Her question made your heart skip a few beats. You were contemplating if it was a good idea after the small episode you had, but you agreed nonetheless. Collecting the courage, you stood up, though your right knee was still a bit shaky, you were able to walk to your bedroom and put Jihan on your bed. It didn’t take long for you to join, pulling her tightly against your chest with her plush bunny squeezed between your bodies.

You didn’t get a wink of sleep that night, fearing that you’d wake Jihan. When you noticed that the time for her to wake up came, you softly nudged her cheek to pull her out of the confines of dreamland. “Good morning, pretty,” you cooed softly, pushing the wild hairs out of her face. She groaned in protest and buried her face into your warm neck. “But it’s time for breakfast,” you said with a pout. She didn’t say anything for a few seconds so you figured she fell back asleep. Giving up, you stood up and let her sleep on your bed as you went to the bathroom to take a much needed shower.

“Good morning,” you greeted your grandfather as he sat on the dinner table with his half-eaten sandwich and files scattered across. His glasses sat low on the bridge of his nose and his free hand either played with the end of his beard or took the sandwich to bite into it. While he was sitting silently, you pulled out bread from the cabinet and made your own sandwich and one for Jihan for when she wakes up.

You sat down across from your grandfather. Just as you were about to take a bite from your sandwich he spoke up, “I don’t want to see you like that ever again.” Your eyes found his, your sandwich between your fingers. You nodded softly, your eyes avoiding him as you bit into the sandwich, your appetite practically gone. “Jihan knows a lot,” he started again, flicking the side of a paper. “And she notices a lot,” he paused, looking at you. “I don’t want her to see you like that. She doesn’t remember anything that happened before you took her in, but once she remembers, we have to tell her everything. And now is not the time.” You nodded again, keeping your eyes trained on your plate. The thought of Jihan remembering everything that was done to her in those rehab centers made you shiver, her cries ringing in your ears.

With a soft shake of your head you continued to eat, barely able to swallow the dry bread. “I’ll be gone for today, and probably won’t come back until later tonight. So, don’t wait up for me,” you explained, looking at your grandfather. “We are running out of necessities,” you explained.

Your grandfather just nodded and resumed his readings. “Don’t get caught.” Was all he said as silence took over.

After having eaten breakfast, you started to get ready, a mask pulled over your nose and mouth to conceal your identity, heavy leather attire with multiple weapons strapped to your body, and a long, gray cloak pulled over your shoulders, the hood cast a shadow over the upper part of your face. Without a noise you left the house, climbing up the stairs to your front door. Once you exited, you lock everything again, making sure that nothing would happen.

Though, as soon as your back was turned to the house, you felt a weird sensation of being watched, as if someone was standing right behind you. Turning around, you looked everywhere. There was no chance, right? After making sure that you saw nobody, you made your way down the dirt path that led to the outer districts. It didn’t take five minutes for you to hear a sound from behind you, like something heavy falling from a high altitude. One of your hands found the small knives strapped to your thigh and let it glide across the air, only to get impaled on one of the thick trees. Nothing. You ran a hand over your face, a frustrated sigh muffled by the cloth that covered your mouth. You quickly walked over and yanked the knife out of the tree bark and stuck it back into its place.

Your speed picked up as you practically jogged through the thick lines of trees, letting a sigh of relief fall from your lips as soon as you reached a clearing and not too long after you finally reached the outer districts of Wonderland. People of all kinds were walking around in thick, gray cloaks, some disappearing into alleyways, most likely to exchange goods, or some disappeared into the abandoned houses and apartments.

You take multiple shortcuts through alleyways to find your destination, the entrance into the underground. It didn’t take you too long, afterall, you knew these streets like the back of your hand. But once you reach the underground, it’s unknown lands. Your steps gradually slowed down as you walked through the crowded space, the humidity casting a thin, glistening glow on your forehead. Music, laughter, and profanities echoed through the air as you kept walking with your gaze kept low, undetectable. A shadow was cast over the top half of your face as you roamed through the tight marketplace. Your eyes fell on colorful vegetables propped up on a tiny stand with a man shouting to catch the customers’ attention.

“G’day, ma'am! How can I help you?” The man’s loud voice cut through your concentration as your head jerked up to look at his face. He looked old, skin pale, probably untouched by the sun. “My fruits and vegetables are very fresh today, from the fields of the outer districts,” he exclaimed, a large smile stretched on his lips.

You lift a hand to point at a bundle filled with various vegetables. “How much for this?” The man gave you a reasonable price for the bundle, which had you buy two at once. You were careful as you pulled the money out of your pocket to hand it to the marketer. As soon as you got your hands on the fresh goods, you stuffed them into your backpack and continued your walk through the crowded space. You spent barely over an hour finding the things you had to buy and take back home.

Your bag was heavy on your back as you hurried back to the entrance. As you were focused on walking through the bodies of people, you suddenly fell forward as something violently bumped into your back. With a grunt, you looked up over your shoulder to see the back of a tall man, his arms lifted as he talked to someone in front of him. You quickly scrambled to your feet to walk away, which seemed to be hard now with the way people started crowding around you and the other two men. You looked over your shoulder and noticed that a heated argument had erupted between the two. Another harsh shove had you bump into someone again, a low groan rumbling through your chest as you started to get agitated. The crowd was closing in around you, the air was tight in your lungs.

You managed to steady yourself between the people, frantically looking through the large crowd to find an exit. The fight between the men started escalating further and put you into a frenzy of your thoughts. Right as you started to feel numbness slowly creep up your fingertips, a hand reached out of the crowd towards you. “Let’s go,” a man called, looking at you and then at the men behind you. Without thinking twice, you took the stranger’s hand and let yourself get pulled out of the thick crowd. As soon as you were out of there, you felt like you could breathe again, pushing your hood away to feel a bit more free.

“Figured you wanted to get out of there,” the stranger said, a breathy chuckle followed by his words. Your gaze found him, red hair biting into your vision, gaze lingering there for a second too long. “Did anything happen to you?” His question pulled you out of your thoughts.

“No,” you breathed, looking back at the commotion. “No, nothing happened,” you added, checking your backpack to see if everything was in place. A sigh of relief fell from your lips when you saw everything was in place, your heart calming and the feeling in your fingers returning. “Thanks,” you muttered as you looked at the stranger again.

He smiled, offering his hand to you. “I’m Jongho,” he introduced himself. You nodded courtly, shaking his hand. You didn’t say anything, though, wary of the people you meet and talk to. “So no name?” He asked with a smirk. After a second, he laughed and waved a dismissive hand. “It’s fine, understandable to not trust anyone in the underground,” he assured, pulling away. “It seems you aren’t very familiar with being down here, no?” Your eyes narrowed softly, slowly shaking your head, no. Jongho just nodded with a hum. “Yeah, well, this is how it is every day, especially at the marketplace,” he laughed. “That tall guy that hit you to the ground is actually a good friend of mine, Yunho. He likes to pick fights with the biggies in here, so I learned to mind my business when he does something.”

You didn’t say anything as you just looked at him, occasionally looking over your shoulder when Jongho mentioned Yunho. “It looks like you are in a hurry,” he muttered, pulling your attention one more time.

“Yeah, I have to get going now,” you mumbled, walking around Jongho. “Thank you again.” With that, you made your way back to where you came from, out of the underground.

The walk back was even more stressful for you. Not knowing what was awaiting you at home, your steps were quick and your breath heavy. With every step, your right knee trembled under your weight. And there it was, the feeling of being watched. It’s as if eyes were following you through the thick branches of the forest you were walking through. As if there were eyes in the sky.

— 00 -> 01 -> 02 -> masterlist

@a1sh1teruu 2023 | ©️ do not steal or plagiarize

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thephantomcasebook · 5 months

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I still don't get why would they have the smallfolk attacking Alicent and Helena during Jahaerys funeral

They're trying to make Rhaenyra smart or a savvy politician - which she isn't.

From how I heard it, Rhaenyra is going to pay agitators to stir up a mob against Alicent and Helaena about the lack of food while they are doing humanitarian work with The Faith in the city. When the images leaked people thought it was during Jaehaery's Funeral, but I think that they were just shooting all the King's Landing street scenes at once, and Jaehaery's Funeral and the food riot are two separate scenes.

They're desperately trying to make up for Daenary's ill-handled fall to the dark side by trying to turn Rhaenyra from a crazed, cowardly, spoiled little rich girl, into a girl-boss by rewriting her character to be more involved in the war than she was in "Fire & Blood", which she did absolutely nothing throughout it. The problem is that they've not shown Rhaenyra to be even a little bit smart in the show. Rhaenyra, in fact, has been shown to be one of the stupidest characters in not just the show but in the entire franchise of ASoIaF period.

In the book Team Black is very powerful but also very - very - dumb. They make all the wrong decisions and suffer from poor leadership from Rhaenyra and Daemon. Team Black benefits from contrivances of Martin's shoddy writing of things happening for plot's sake (que the Riverland's magic respawning population lead by the out of left field charisma of the magic bastard gay-boy)

It's simply morons in an Hollywood echo chamber trying to make-up for a problem that isn't there. They'll wreck the entire symmetry of a story just so that some overweight blue haired wildebeest on X/Twitter won't write a thread about how they're sexist because Rhaenyra is portrayed as a spoiled, incompetent, cunt that loses her mind and becomes a ruthless tyrant that the entire city of King's Landing turns against ending the age of Dragons.

People forget that in A Song of Ice and Fire there's four famed monsterous Targaryen tyrants remembered by history.

Maegor, Aegon IV, Aerys II, and Rhaenyra

#House of the Dragon #Alicent Hightower #Helaena Targaryen #anti rhaenyra targaryen

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saw requests were open so might as well request :p ; imagine being peter parker’s younger brother that also has spider powers and during the snap peter turn dust so most likely aunt may did as well. So reader was most likely homeless for a while until matt murdock comes in as daredevil and becomes a father figure for the reader :)

Kicking my feet and giggling. I haven’t got a req in so long and I love getting them so this made me very happy. So sorry the ending is abrupt I really wanted to get this posted!

If anyone wants another part to this I will write more!

**I do not own any characters or part of the franchise from Daredevil or Marvel**

Paining: Matt Murdock/Daredevil x Male!Teen!Spider!Reader

Genre: family stuff(?) it’s all light hearted

Summary: look at req

Tw: a bit of language, probably; Matt punches reader on accident lmao

Fear’s corner

You seemed to only be scared these past few months. You were scared when you watched your brother climb aboard that flying alien donut. You were scared when you lost connection to his com and phone.

You were scared when you held your Aunt May and watched her turn to dust.

You were scared when the landlord kicked you out and called CPS after she realized you couldn’t pay rent.

It had been two months living on the streets. Two months starving; two months waiting for Peter to come home. Deep down you knew he’d suffered the same fate as Aunt May.

The cold winter winds rattled your bones and caused you to pull the threadbare ski jacket closer to your body. You shivered and kept moving down the street.

Tonight was a shitty night. You never stopped your spidey-work because you knew if Peter was here he’d want you to continue. Tonight was too cold for it, the suit doesn’t exactly provide thermal insulation, and the suit that was a gift from Mr. Stark was only for emergencies.

As you wandered through Hell’s Kitchen you searched for any grocery stores or restaurants with accessible dumpsters so that you could dig through and find food. You squinted at the sign of a large glass door entrance and saw it was a grocery store.

Jackpot.

Walking around to the dumpster, you took a running start and scaled the wall, not so gracefully landing on top of the dumpster.

You grabbed one of the two lids and threw it over. The heavy black plastic banged against the green rusted metal and you cringed.

The black bags seemed to taunt you, reminding you of how low you’ve sunk in only two months. You shook your head and jumped down, beginning to tear through garbage bags upon garbage bags.

You found an unopened granola bar and ripped the packing open, gobbling it down without another thought. You gulped heavily, pushing the last of the granola down and taking a large gasp of air. You got back to searching for more food.

That’s when you got the feeling. Your spidey-senses were tingling. You grabbed ledge of the dumpster and threw yourself over. A man in a red suit with devil horns landed in front of you. Stumbling back, your back hit the brick wall of the dumpster.

“Hey, hey. Calm down.” He said collectedly.

You gulped and easily jumped over the brick wall, taking off in a sprint.

“Hey, wait! Hold on!” The man called.

You sprinted even faster, any stranger chasing you and telling you to ‘hold on’ was an automatic threat.

You could hear footsteps following you.

‘Holy shit. This guy’s fast.’

You ran down the dark streets, trying to find somewhere to get up higher. You turned down a pitch black alleyway and jumped onto a fire escape, scaling it as fast as you could. You grabbed the ledge of the building and dragged yourself over it, gasping for breath.

Two red boots blocked your vision and you shot up. The man punched you right in the eye before gasping suddenly and gripping your hoodie.

“Jesus, you’re just a kid, aren’t you?” The question was more rhetorical but you shook your head ‘no’ anyway.

He didn’t need to know your age or that you were on your own. You began to flail to get away but air wasn’t reaching your lungs. The man let you go and you broke into a coughing fit. Collapsing to the ground, you wheezed for breath, desperate for air.

“Hey, hey kid, breathe. Breathe. In and out.” He spoke softly to you.

You followed his instructions and realized there was a weight on your back. This stranger was rubbing soothing circles on your back.

“There you go, just calm down, Kid.” He comforted.

You couldn’t bring yourself to pull away from the first positive touch you’d had in a while.

“Do you have somewhere to go?” The vigilante asked.

You shook your head, seeming to forget that you shouldn’t be telling him this. He sucked in a breath.

“I know someone I can take you to, ok?” The devil said quietly; silently asking if you would go.

You just nodded pathetically. Trying to get up was very wobbly for you. The man helped steady you though.

“You’re in no condition to jump rooftop to rooftop,” He said, seemingly to himself. “We’ll walk instead.”

You just shrugged half-heartedly, suddenly feeling very tired. You met his mask and he gestured near the ladder expectantly. You raised an eyebrow at him but began your descent down the fire escape.

You finally reached the point where you could jump off. You landed on your feet, but your knees buckled and you fell back. The man was standing over you in a second. He reminded you of Peter some.

Peter would always be the first one by your side if he thought you were hurt.

You stood up slowly and dusted yourself off.

“Follow me.” The red man instructed.

You caught up to walking beside him. You glanced around the buildings and cleared your throat.

“So uh…what’s your deal, huh? You just go around finding homeless kids to shove into randos’ homes?” You asked, trying to fill the void noise.

He seemed surprised you could talk and fumbled over his words.

“I am Daredevil, protector of Hell’s Kitchen.” He stated.

“Wow.” You said, unimpressed. “So is that like—the full name or is it just Daredevil?” You teased.

He huffed out a laugh, seeming to realize the ridiculousness of his introduction.

“Just Daredevil.” He smiled.

You nodded some.

“So this ‘guy’ you know…is he like..some foster care guy…?” You really didn’t wanna go into the system; you’d met other homeless kids who had ran away from their foster families because of how awful it was.

“…no. Would you rather he be?” Daredevil responded.

“Hell no. I think I’d rather die.” You laughed some.

The silence was more than slightly awkward. You cleared your throat. Your eye throbbed.

“Soooo…why’d you punch me?” You swung your arms back and forth.

He choked at that.

“Thought you were a criminal. And an adult. Most people don’t run unless they’re guilty.” Daredevil explained.

You hummed in acknowledgement. It was his turn to ask questions now.

“So how’d you just…jump that wall like that?” He asked.

“Oh uhhhh. Parkour…?” You tried.

The red man nodded some, though he didn’t look at all convinced.

The rest of the walk went well. He stopped at an apartment complex and buzzed in.

“Fourth floor. Room 14.” He stated before running off.

You raised your eyebrows as you watched him scurry off.

‘What a weird guy.’

You just shook your head and began your ascent to the fourth floor.

When you got to the fourth floor and room 14 you paused, hearing various crashes and curses. A few seconds later the door opened and a scruffy looking man appeared. He was dressed in a wrinkly t-shirt and pair of sweatpants; he was staring right over you.

You started to regret coming into the apartment complex.

“Uh…the devil guy told me to come here.” You stated.

He blinked and his face morphed into one of what you supposed to be surprise. It more just looked like over exaggerated confusion.

“Yeah come in,” the brown haired man opened the door wider for you to pass through. “I’m Matt. Matt Murdock.” He said with a smile.

“Yeah…so you’re uh…some kinda—“ You made a vague, random gesture with your hands.

Matt just blinked and waited for the end of your sentence. It was then you noticed his eyes didn’t actually track and movement or shifts of light.

“Forgive me for asking, but are you blind?” You attempted to ask politely.

At that he cracked another smile and laughed some.

“Indeed I am. I hope that won’t be much on a problem.” Matt grinned at you.

“No! No of course not!” You rushed to explain, at which he laughed more.

“Calm down, Kid—“ The rest of his sentence faded out as you zoned in on those three words.

The words that had been uttered to you not half an hour before. By the same voice. Matt seemed to catch on that something was wrong.

“Everything alright, Kid?” He asked concerned.

“You’re Daredevil, aren’t you?” You swallowed thickly.

He huffed out a disbelieving laugh.

“No? Why would you say that? Why would I even know Daredevil?“ Daredevil started.

“Your voice is the exact same as his. And you’re the only one who’s ever called me ‘Kid’ before.” You explained.

He pursed his lips, looking more disappointed in himself than anything else.

“Yeah I’m—I’m Daredevil.” He awkwardly stated.

“So…you’re not really blind?” You knit your brows together.

“No, I’m blind it’s just that I can—it’s hard to explain, let’s just get you settled in for now.” He changed the subject.

It left you more confused but you supposed you had no better option but to agree. You hadn’t slept on anything remotely related to a couch in two months and you couldn’t wait to get the best night’s sleep of your life.

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we went mad // sam and colby

A/N: let me tell you a story of how this came to be. i obviously got the idea from the scream franchise, in particular scream 2 which is set at a college. so originally i wrote this in second person, but i felt like i had already written pretty much everything up until now in that pov, so i had to switch ALL of the writing i had done (which was most of it) over to first person. and then… i had to finish writing it. and that for some reason just took so long for me. i think part of the issue was that when i originally came up with the idea of this fic, i saw the ending, and that was it. i wanted the famous kitchen scene with billy, stu, and syd, but god… getting there was no cake walk. thank christ i'm done with this fic. it's definitely one of my longer ones. let me know what you think ! hope you enjoy :)

prompt: someone on campus is killing all of your ex-classmates. and you fear you're next. || college!sam and colby x reader

trigger warning: murders, slightly gore and blood mentions, cursing, college setting, parties, drinking, douchy/emotionless bf, mentions of hs bullying, surprise/rollercoaster ending

word count: 6582

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How could you have missed the signs? How could you not have known all this time?

~~~

Sam and Colby had talked about moving away from our hometown for years. They had major plans to move to L.A. and become big. But instead, they decided to go to our local state college with me, and half of our graduating class. And while I was confused by their choice, I was happy nonetheless. They were my best friends, and I was upset thinking that I wouldn’t see them anymore after graduation. But I understood why they wanted to get away in the first place: everyone at our school bullied them. The number of times Sam and Colby had been shoved into lockers, or had food thrown at them in the cafeteria, or were just badmouthed... let's just say that high school was nothing short of hell for them.

Freshman year of college, while stressful, was fantastic. We all lived on campus, our dorms across the street from one another. Hell, I could even see their dorm from my window. We took a lot of the same core classes together, always making sure to work on projects and help each other out. We hadn’t decided our majors yet and knew that this would be the only time we could be in the same classes together.

Things were good for a long time, all the way through the end of sophomore year. I was so excited to start the next half of college. It felt like the home stretch, even if we weren’t close to graduating yet.

But our relationship changed, our friendship drifted apart. By the start of junior year, we were no longer friends. And the major reason for it? I started dating someone from our old high school. I had met him at the end of sophomore year and dated him secretly during the summer. His name was Davis, and back in high school, he was popular. He got into this university on a sports scholarship. And you might be wondering, was Davis someone that bullied Sam and Colby? No, he wasn’t. But he was friends with those that did.

I didn’t know that until I was already dating Davis. It was hard to keep up with who did and didn’t bully Sam and Colby back in the day. I told Davis to apologize to Sam and Colby for what his friends did. At first he was a bit confused, but he did it regardless. Sure, it was at a party and he was kind of drunk. But it still counted… right? He later texted the guys about it and they said they accepted his apology.

However, they couldn’t forgive me for dating someone like that. So, our friendship just… died.

But even though I wasn’t their friend anymore, I still knew them pretty well. And the moment we were no longer friends, something felt… off about them. We still shared the occasional class, so I saw them every other day. They seemed darker, broodier. And only ever with one another. But that wasn't that unusual for them. They relied on one another a lot.

On a cool fall day, shocking news broke on campus: someone was killed right outside the dorms late last night. Classes were immediately cancelled. Everyone was on edge. The university did its best to calm the nerves of its students, siting that we were in a major city and cities tend to have random killings happen. Police stayed on campus for the next couple days, and partying was prohibited.

Of course, that didn't stop the frat houses from throwing "secret" keggers in their basements. I didn't really want to go, but Davis begged me to. That I should "live on the edge" since I was never really a go-getter. So I went, and I was surprised to see Colby at the party. I waved at him, but his eyes glared back, and then behind me. I turned to see Davis, my face immediately dropping. I didn't see Colby the rest of the night.

The next day, the police finally released the name of the person that was killed on campus. It was in fact a student, but that didn’t mean there was an issue on campus itself. Since we lived in the city, bad things were bound to happen to us too.

The name sounded familiar, and it finally clicked: it was someone from our graduating class. James Cooper. I didn’t know him all that well, but I was still sad to hear he was killed.

Davis sort of knew the guy too; he had been on the hockey team. They had gone to parties together before, but he wasn't close to him. It clicked for me even more when Davis mentioned the hockey team: that guy shoved Sam and Colby into lockers our freshman year to impress his friends. He was a major dick to them for a while, until finally getting onto the hockey team and just ignoring all classmates that were "underneath" him.

…Maybe karma actually did work.

Less than a week later, another person was killed. This time it was a girl. She was found just outside of the library in some bushes. I knew who she was, remembering her from high school. She was a cheerleader, both years ago and now. Lizzie Campbell.

This was all so weird to me. In the two years of being on campus, I had barely heard about any robberies or petty crimes happening, let alone two murders. And on top of that, two of my ex-classmates? Davis shrugged it off, saying it was just a coincidence. But I couldn’t shake the feeling of something not being right about all of this.

And as time went on, my suspicions became more of a premonition.

Two more students, back-to-back, were found. But what made it worse was this time one was in the dorms. And it was in my dorm too, two floors down. Security had everyone on that floor evacuate and go to other dorms for the time being. I, and many other students, didn’t feel safe in the building. I decided to stay over at Davis’ frat house.

They ended up throwing a last-minute party that weekend. I begged Davis to tell his brothers not to throw one, especially because of how insensitive it was and that they could be fined for it. He told me it was out of his hands, that he didn’t decide whether parties happened or not.

How could he be so blasé about these deaths, especially since he even knew these people?

This was a side to him I had never seen, and I didn’t like it one fucking bit. I couldn’t stay there that night, so I trudged back to my dorm room. On my way there, I ran into Sam.

It was awkward to say the least. We talked briefly, and I told him how I planned to stay in my dorm since I couldn’t stay at Davis’. Sam offered his and Colby’s dorm instead; that it was much safer than mine, especially since I would be alone.

Part of me didn’t want to go to their dorm, mostly because of everything going on between us. But he was right about it being safer, and I did miss them a lot.

I followed Sam back to his dorm. He informed me that Colby was out working on a project and wouldn’t be back until later. Their dorm was nice and spacious, the benefit of being an upperclassman. It was like a mini apartment in some ways. We relaxed in their living room area and chatted for a bit. Eventually, the topic of conversation fell onto the recent murders. Sam spoke of whispers around campus that the killer wore a mask shaped like a melted ghost’s face, that that was how he got in and out of the dorms. My skin crawled at the thought of seeing that mask and prayed that that wasn’t the case. The killer could be anyone on campus, just lurking in the shadows.

I had this urge inside of me to tell Sam my theory. I knew we weren’t close anymore, but I felt like he was the only one that would believe me.

I explained to him what I thought was happening: how all of the people that had been killed on campus were from our old high school. The killer was attacking those from our high school only, possibly hunting them down for some unknown reason. Sam questioned if that was true for the newer victims.

We looked up the email from the university, speaking on the recent victims. "The selfish murders of Christopher Smith and Sara Goodwin..." Chris was from my homeroom. He was on the swim team. He won tons of medals and was celebrated. And Sara… she had dated the quarterback sophomore year and was generally a popular person.

Oh god, I think I’m right.

Sam was surprised at how on point I seemed to be. It was a nice change of pace compared to being shrugged off by Davis. But he didn’t fully agree with my idea. He considered that maybe this was a huge coincidence, that maybe the killer wasn’t targeting our class, just the people that still hung out with one another. Maybe all the victims – Chris, Sara, Lizzie, and James – were all friends and the person that murdered them knew them all and was picking them off.

I snorted, "And what? They saw something they shouldn’t and now they're getting I Know What You Did Last Summer-ed?"

"That could be it." He replied.

I sassed. "You can't be serious, Sam."

But he was. He didn’t argue that he was right, just that if someone was attacking our graduating class, or our old high school, they would have to kill half the population of the university. So, it was unlikely that that was happening. Maybe Sam was right about that. Sure – there was definitely a connection. But it sounded more plausible that Sam was right on his part in some way.

Sam decided to call it night not too long after, stating he had early classes the next morning. I dozed off an hour after he went to bed, sleeping on their somewhat comfortable couch.

I jolted awake suddenly, the front door unlocking slowly. It opened, and Colby tip-toed in. His eyes locked with mine, and they widened.

“Hey…” He mumbled awkwardly.

He wondered what I was doing in their dorm, and I told him what happened with me and Sam. I asked him where he was all night, glancing at the neon red lights of the clock shining back 3:20 AM. Colby spoke of a crazy party at one of the frat houses.

But didn’t Sam say…? Whatever.

I nodded my head at him, yawning loudly. He smiled, said goodnight, and shuffled off to bed.

The news broke two hours later - another body was found. Michelle Robinson. And this time, it was right outside of Davis' frat. He even saw the killer, or who he thought it could have been. A guy dressed in all black with a cloak and a mask running away from the house. But no one saw the body until the morning.

The mask… just like Sam said.

Campus was immediately shut down, all classes resuming online. Absolutely NO parties. How could the university think people were going to be able to learn when there was a killer on the loose? It was insanity to me.

I was forced back into my dorm. Police raided every car and dorm on campus to find clues. They determined after a thorough search that the killer wasn’t a student, just someone that new the dorms well. No evidence was found linking a current student to the killings.

The day the police announced this, I got a very strange text.

UNKNOWN: if they only knew....

I didn’t know the number or what it possibly could have meant. I tried not to think about it, already too concerned with everything else going on. The next day, however, I got another text from the same number.

UNKNOWN: what's it like knowing that people are dying on campus but your bf is throwing another party??? it’s almost like he’s celebrating their deaths. you really know how to pick them

I responded with what the hell are you talking about? and who is this? but the number never replied back.

Were they telling the truth though? Was Davis really throwing another party? He couldn't be.

I went straight over to Davis’ frat house, and when I saw the brothers pulling a keg into the back of the house, I knew the unknown number was telling the truth.

I argued with Davis that night. How could he be throwing a party again after what just happened? He even saw the killer and he’s just… shrugging it off like it doesn’t matter. People he knew from school are dying and he doesn’t care. It was gross and concerning beyond belief.

He rolled his eyes, saying that he wasn’t close to any of the people that died, just that he knew them in passing. And they weren’t throwing a party, just a kick-back with the boys in the house.

“Oh okay, that makes it all better…” I spat sarcastically. “Even if that was just the case, how are you in a partying mood?”

He groaned, walking away from me. “Oh my God, Y/N, you’re such a buzzkill.”

That was enough to set me off. I broke up with him on spot, not listening to another word he had to say. I held back tears as I raced back to my dorm. That was the last night I saw Davis.

And it was also the last night of the murders. At least... for a while.

Three weeks went by. This had been the longest period without any murders. It seemed as if things might have been getting back to normal. Even the university was starting to act the same again. The university announced the soon-to-be-open dorm that was right down the street from mine. I was even excited to stay there next year; I was actually looking forward to it - to senior year. To the future.

After breaking up with Davis, I ended up becoming friends with Sam and Colby again. I told them what happened, and they graciously accepted me back with open arms. It was nice to be with them again, for life to feel somewhat normal once more. But I couldn’t lie: I missed Davis. I knew I shouldn’t have, his weird lack of empathy for what was happening was alarming, but maybe something was going on with him and that’s why he didn’t seem to care. Or maybe I was trying to give him brownie points when he didn’t deserve them. But I couldn’t help but miss him. Even if I knew what he did was fucked up to me, I still cared. I worried something could still happen to him.

The killings might have stopped, but that didn't mean I wasn’t still paying attention and on edge all the time. I think everyone on campus could feel there was still a chokehold in the air from the murderer.

I texted Davis after a month of nothing from him. I asked to meet up with him, but he never responded. My messages were going through, so he didn’t block me. Sam and Colby caught wind of my texting and were highly against it, especially when I said I planned to go to the frat and see him for myself. According to Colby, clearly Davis either needed space or just didn’t want to see me, so I should just stay away for a while. I considered what he said but decided to go anyway. I asked around at his frat house if anyone knew where he was, since I knew he wasn’t in class. His ‘brother’ Kevin replied that they hadn’t seen Davis in a long time. Like, almost a month.

...The last time I saw him as well.

My stomach twisted up in knots at the first thought I had.

Was he the killer?

There’s no way. I was with him when the first killings happened. Maybe he had an accomplice? No. No, Davis wouldn’t kill anybody, let alone people he knew from back in the day… right?

I can’t tell Sam and Colby, even though they know my theory about the killer hunting people from our graduating class. I don’t want to give them another reason to hate Davis. Not to mention, I must be wrong. There’s no way Davis killed all those people. It was just a coincidence that he left and the murders stopped.

Unless… the killer got him too.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. Maybe Davis left because of the killings. Maybe it was too much for him to bear. Maybe a family emergency happened. Maybe he couldn’t handle the classes. There could be a laundry list of reasons why he left.

My heart skipped a beat when my phone buzzed on my way back to my dorm. The number wasn’t the one I was hoping to see, and all the text did was make my thoughts spiral deeper.

UNKNOWN: do you miss me?

~~~

Our campus was known for its Halloween parties, and while I definitely wasn’t in a spooky mood, Sam and Colby begged me to come with them to a random frat’s party. Sam wanted to introduce me to his girlfriend and Colby didn’t want to be left alone when they would eventually disappear off. I agreed begrudgingly. I dressed up in my costume from last year, a witch, and Sam and Colby dressed up as Batman and Robin; and by dressed up I mean they just threw on a t-shirt with the symbol. Walking into the party, I felt my skin tingle with anxiety. The music was loud and there were so many people around in an array of different costumes. I glanced around, hoping to maybe see Davis, but he was nowhere to be seen.

“Stop trying to look for him. He clearly left because he couldn’t handle the pressure anymore, whether from the murders or the workload.” Sam stated, pulling my attention away from the crowd.

“Maybe he couldn’t live without you so he left.” Colby joked.

“Either way, don’t waste your night looking for someone that’s gone.” Sam stood up pointing at me, “I’ll be right back, let me go find my girl.”

“Let’s see how long it takes him this time.” Colby rolled his eyes.

I stayed with Colby for a while, watching a table of zombies play beer pong. After two games had finally played out, I started looking around for Sam.

“Don’t bother. Sam has a tendency to disappear off with his girlfriend and only come back around super late. I don’t know, but sometimes I swear she’s not real.”

I questioned, “You’ve met her before, right?”

He shrugged. “Sorta. It was quick, and honestly, I was super drunk so it could have just been some random girl.”

“Sam wouldn’t lie about having a girlfriend.” I argued.

“Yeah because if he did, I’m gonna make fun of him so fucking much,” Colby chuckled. “I’m gonna go step outside and call him, see if he’s around here. If you want, go… mingle, until I get back.”

“Tell him to hurry back, with or without his girlfriend please.” I laughed, watching Colby smirk as he stepped outside.

I wandered around the party, running into some people from my English Lit class. We started taking shots and bitching about the professors giving us so much work during the murders.

I wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but it felt like it had been at least an hour, if not longer. I pulled out my phone, ready to text Colby where he went off to, and suddenly an urgent email went through. Everyone’s phones around me started blowing up as well, gasps and screams being let out as people read the message.

Three students were just found dead on campus. Police advised everyone to stay indoors and if they were out on the street not to walk home alone.

“Fuck this, I’m getting the hell out of here!” Someone yelled deep from within the party.

A major rush of people started going for the front door, making it impossible to leave. Mayhem was breaking out, people were crying, screaming, and begging to get out of the house as soon as possible. I rushed to the basement, knowing there was an exit there since all the frat houses were built with the same layout.

Fuck! Where was Sam and Colby?

A huge group of us ran back towards our dorms. I stayed with the group as long as I could until I was alone, running to my dorm.

“Y/N!” I heard Colby’s voice shout from across the courtyard.

I spun towards him, running up to him hastily. I fell into his arms, pulling him close.

My voice quivered. “Thank Christ you’re okay! Where’s Sam?”

“He’s with his girlfriend in her dorm. McFranklin Hall.” Colby informed.

“Oh thank god. Okay, let’s just get back to mine since it’s closer.” I urged.

We got into my building quickly, jumping into the elevator. I finally was able to catch my breath for a moment, my heart still pounding. “Where the hell were you all night?”

Colby furrowed his brows, confused. “I wasn’t gone that long, Y/N.”

“You said you were only going to go make a phone call.” I responded.

“Yeah I did, and then I guess I lost track of time.” He answered.

We walked out of the elevator and down to my dorm. “How the hell did you lose track of time?”

He huffed. “Can we just talk about this later?”

I shook my head, pulling my key out. “No let’s talk about this right-”

“Y/N?” He interjected.

“What?” I breathed, still looking at him.

“Did you leave your dorm unlocked?” He pointed.

My gaze fell upon my dorm. The door was open, but only a little. Like someone rushed to get out of it.

“Maybe we should head back to my dorm…” Colby backed up.

I stepped inside, pushing the door open all the way. “No I need to know what happen-”

I flicked on the lights and choked out a gasp.

My room was torn up, everything knocked over and on the floor. Someone ransacked it, looking for God knows what.

I shuddered, “W-who… did this?”

Colby bit his lip nervously. “I don’t know.”

“How did they even get in here? I locked my door, I know I did.” I dissented.

His face twisted in disgust, covering his nose. “What is that smell? I think it’s coming from behind the door…”

Colby pushed the door shut, jumping back as it slammed.

“Oh my god is that… blood?” He whispered.

#9 was smeared onto the door, still fresh from whoever broke in.

My mouth watered as nauseous rushed through me. “Nine… that was Davis’ jersey number.”

“Or… like how many victims there’s been.” Colby deadpanned.

My breathing labored at his tone. “There hasn’t been nine victims. The three tonight make it eight.”

Colby’s eyes were cold as he turned to me, “Well, then maybe you’r-”

A dark figure lurched out of my closet, grabbing Colby from behind. I screamed out, staring into the melted ghost face mask.

“Run Y/N! R-” Colby yelled, his breath hitching as the figure’s knife stabbed into his chest.

Pure adrenaline kicked through my veins as I bolted out of the building. I ran to the stairs, rushing down them as fast as I could. I wasn’t sure if the figure was behind me, but I knew I just needed to run. As I finally made it to the street, there were no cars around. It was late, already one AM. The police sirens and glow of their cars were so far away, possibly on the other side of campus.

I rushed down the street, praying to find a lone car or business open so I could call for help. But everything down the street was dark, deserted.

The only building that seemed to be open or have lights on was the new dorm. I raced around it, trying to find a single unlocked door. I found one towards the back of the building, an emergency exit that hadn’t been installed yet.

I needed to find a space to hide, knowing that once I felt safe, I could call for help. I didn’t want to run through the open lobby, so I kept going up the stairs to the second floor.

From down below me, the emergency exit busted open, the dark figure staring up at me as it raced up the stairs. My screams echoed off the walls of the staircase as I rushed through the second story door. I ran down the hallway, trying to find any room that was unlocked. The hallway was dark, only the occasional work light.

I could hear the slamming of the emergency door behind me. It was near; and getting closer. Fuck! I need to find somewhere to go. I just kept running, not knowing what else to do.

The building was almost in a circle shape, everything looping back around to one another. As I sprinted to the other emergency exit, the figure popped out, stopping me dead in my tracks.

How the fuck did he get over here?

I turned around, running back the way I came. As I got to an open living room area, the figure came down the hallway I was running towards. I spun around, gasping at the now two dark figures in front of me.

I backed up against the wall, the figures closing in. Tears clouded my vision as I stared at them, ready to die.

Suddenly they stopped, glancing at one another, and chuckling. Their laughs sounded familiar as they pulled off their masks.

“Sam…? Colby?” I sputtered.

Sam smiled. “In the flesh.”

“Surprise.” Colby smirked.

“W-Wha? What the- What the fuck?!” I screeched.

“What? Oh shit, did we scare you? Didn’t mean to do that.” Sam feigned concern.

Colby held back a laugh. “…Yeah, we’re only sort of lying about that.”

My body was frozen against the wall, “Is this some joke? A prank?”

“A prank? I think killing eight people is far past the point of a prank.” Sam glared.

“Our sense of humor isn’t that fucked up. What do you think we are, monsters?” Colby scowled, pointing his knife at me.

My stomach dropped as my heart raced faster. I could feel the color drain out of my face.

They killed everyone.

“No. No, y-you guys can’t be serious.” I cried.

“Oh, we’re dead serious. Why don’t you show her her prize, Colby?” Sam gestured.

“Sure. I’ll be right back.” Colby winked, backing away.

I moved forward as Colby turned the corner. Sam shoved me back against the wall, pulling out a gun from behind his back.

He pointed the gun at my chest. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

I whimpered. “Sam, why are you doing this?”

“Don’t worry, you’ll learn soon enough.” He grunted.

My eyes fell on Colby as he pulled Davis’ tied up body from around the corner. He was alive, but barely; blood soaked his clothes, and he looked dirty.

“Oh my God Davis!” I wailed, trying to run towards him.

Sam wrapped his arms around me, holding me tightly against him. “Tsk tsk, Y/N. I told you not to move.”

“You’ve probably been wondering where he’s been. He’s been in here, just… chilling.” Colby snickered.

I shook my head, tears streaming down my cheeks. “No, no, no. This can’t be real. You guys-!”

Sam growled in my ear. “What?! We can’t be killers? Oh trust me, Y/N… we are.”

“And you know, all this happened… because of you.” Colby spun the knife in a small circle, until he rested it underneath my chin.

“Because of me?” I uttered.

“Yes. You see, that night you made Davis ‘apologize’, he didn’t actually do that. Maybe to you that’s what he said. But to us, he said something totally different.” Sam explained.

Colby mimicked Davis’ voice, “‘I remember you two dorks. Can’t believe Y/N has put up with you two losers for so long. My friends did nothing wrong in high school. You guys deserved every single thing that happened to you. I ain’t apologizing for shit.’”

“‘Honestly the shit they did was fucking hilarious. And if you’re not over it by now, that’s your fucking problem.’” Sam chimed in, doing the same voice.

“Well… now it seems like your problem too, Davis!” Colby cackled, kicking Davis in the stomach.

“‘You’re not gonna tell Y/N about this. She’s never gonna believe you anyway. I have her wrapped around my finger. She’s in love with me, so you might as well accept this as my apology.’” Sam quoted directly into my ear.

“Do you know how upsetting it was knowing he was right? You would have never believed us. Especially when he sent that dumb poor excuse of a text the next day claiming he was sorry.” Colby hissed.

“We would look like the bitter nerds that just couldn’t get over their dumb bully.” Sam replied.

“So you thought murdering our old classmates would make it better?!” I exclaimed.

“Every single one of them deserved it! They weren’t just our old classmates; they were the ones that bullied us!” Colby lurched at me, getting into my face.

My eyes widen at Colby’s words. He was right.

“The first one, James. That was my doing. Total accident, B-T-W. It was right after we stopped being friends, I was upset and we bumped into each other,” Sam recounted nonchalantly. “He recognized me from high school, and he called me his favorite name – you know, the old one he used to call me all the time back then. I blacked out, and when I came to, I had strangled him to death.”

“I killed Lizzie after seeing you at the party with Davis. You know, she was always so desperate, even back in high school. And she tried to get with me, and when I shot her down, she all of sudden remembered me. Started calling me a loser, and all this other stuff. It didn’t bother me at first, but then she brought up Madison and how she told everyone in school how bad I was our first time. So… I killed her.” Colby shrugged.

“We didn’t even know we had done these crimes until we both confessed to one another. And then from there, we just couldn’t stop.” Sam revealed, tightening his hold on me. “We basically went back and forth, one for one. Except Colby went a little rogue and killed… what was her name? Michelle. That night you were at our dorms. That… that one almost got us caught. Especially since you basically had pieced together that the killer was going after old classmates.”

“I’m sorry. What can I say, Michelle actually surprised me,” Colby chuckled darkly. “I was working on a project with her, we went to a party and… well, it doesn’t matter. Just know it was fun leaving her body outside of Davis’ frat. Too bad he saw me leaving. But that was when we realized Davis might actually be useful after all.”

“We got a burner phone, texted you once or twice, and things just fell into place. You broke up with him – because let’s be honest, we didn’t force him to throw parties after everyone’s deaths. That was all him. And his lack of caring? Also all him. So again, you really do know how to pick them,” Sam joked. “And once you guys were done-zo, we realized kidnapping him and making him disappear would make you question if he was the one who did it.”

“Plus, we had mid-terms.” Colby added.

“How did you keep him here for a month?” I questioned.

Sam scoffed. “A month? No, we only just kidnapped him. Who the hell told you he’s been gone for a month?”

“A brother at the frat.” I remarked.

“Yeah, no. He’s wrong. Prior to that, Davis was actually ignoring you though. He was pretty upset about you breaking up with him.” Sam related.

Colby stared down at Davis who shook with fear. “He didn’t expect it since you were so wrapped around his finger.”

“I just don’t get it. Why would you do this?” I choked.

“We wanted to forget high school, we really did. The plans we had for life outside of this state were just too big. So, we made them smaller, thought going to the same school as our best friend would be fine and sure, we’d have run ins with old high school assholes, but who cares? That was years ago. We’ve all moved on, right?” Colby huffed.

“The thing is, when you deal with people who peaked in high school… life doesn’t move on for them. Their glory days consisted of making our lives shit day in and day out. They get to go on and not have to relive the trauma. Hell, they didn’t even have to pay for what they did. And what about that is right?” Sam spun me around to face him, his eyes glaring into mine, “Why do they get to live when a part of me and him died back then?”

His cold stare left me speechless. “I-I –”

“And then… you go and date one of them?” Sam shook his head in disappointment. “Now that… that’s fucked up. Which is why you have to die too.”

“Wha? No, no. Sam, Colby, please!” I begged.

Colby grabbed my arm, both of them gripping onto me. “There’s no point in begging now. You chose your fate the moment you picked him over us!”

“Please don’t do this. Just let me go and I won’t tell anyone.” I pleaded, lying.

Sam cocked the gun. “Yeah, right. You have a good moral compass on you, I remember our philosophy class together.”

“Wait! Can I kill her?” Colby interrupted.

“What, no dude. I’m the one with the gun, let me do it.” Sam protested.

Colby frowned. “But that’s no fair, you killed more people than me.”

“No I didn’t. We killed the same amount. I made it even tonight.” Sam bickered.

“Yeah, well, if you kill her than it’s uneven.” Colby complained.

“Then you can kill Davis and that way it’s even.” Sam compromised.

Colby breathed. “Oh oka-”

I punched Colby right in the face, knocking him back into the wall. I kicked Sam hard in the dick. He groaned loudly, dropping to his knees. The gun flung away from him, next to Davis’ body. Colby’s hands were suddenly around my neck from behind, choking me. I fought against his hold, elbowing him hard in the chest. Sam recovered from my kick, jumping up and pushing me back into Colby’s hands. He held Colby’s knife up against my chest, ready to stab me.

A loud gunshot echoed off the walls of the dorm. I felt a sharp, agonizing pain in my side. My vision blurred from the pain and lack of oxygen, and suddenly all was dark. Quiet.

~~~

Y/N’s body dropped to the floor as Sam and Colby turned towards Davis, who somehow came loose from his binds.

The gun was in his hands, pointed at them.

“Holy fuck, you shot Y/N!” Colby boomed.

“No! No! Fuck! I meant to shoot you!” Davis stammered, pure shock coursing through him.

“Oh my god bro, you actually killed her?!” Sam laughed. “Wow… you made this so much easier for us.”

“Don’t you step any closer! I’ll fucking kill you too!” Davis turned towards Sam, his finger on the trigger.

“Gonna be hard to do that. There’s only one bullet in the chamber.” Sam stated.

Davis stared at the gun, trying to open it to see if Sam was telling the truth. Sam rushed up to him, stabbing him in the chest hard.

Sam blinked. “Just kidding.”

Davis’ body collapsed on the floor, and Sam bent down and stabbed him three more times, each with more fury than the next.

“Aw man… I thought I was gonna kill Davis.” Colby pouted.

“Shut up, Colby. Okay, we gotta make this look like we fought. Put your mask on him. I’ll take my cloak off and leave it next to him. Then we gotta make ourselves look… beaten.” Sam barked.

Colby nodded his head, taking his mask and placing it on Davis’ dead body. Sam tore his cloak off, leaving it next to Davis. The extra mask and cloak they discarded, leaving it in the room where Davis had been held captive. They made sure to clean up somewhat, wiping their fingerprints off of all weapons.

“Alright so… I think we should at least give each other a black eye. Maybe a couple slices too.” Sam dictated.

Colby agreed. “Okay, should I go-”

Sam punched Colby in the face, snorting after Colby winced and backed up.

“She already punched me bro! You didn’t have to do that!” Colby whined.

“Sorry. Go ahead, take it out on me.” Sam pulled his arms back, closing his eyes.

“Man, I don’t know. I’d hate to h-” Colby decked Sam across the face, his rings cutting up Sam’s bottom lip.

Sam winced. “Fuck! Okay! Shit. Alright, I’ll slice at you once, and you do the same.”

“Okay…” Colby mumbled.

Sam grabbed the knife, swiping at Colby’s abdomen.

“Ow! Fuck, that hurt.” Colby grimaced.

Sam rolled his eyes. “You’re such a baby.”

“Give me the knife. Tell me how it feels.” Colby yanked the knife out of his hand, jolting it into Sam’s side.

Sam grunted deeply, holding his wound. “Why don’t you cut a little deeper next time, Colby?”

“Sorry, are you okay?” Colby asked.

Sam pulled out his phone, “Yeah I’m fine. Alright, that’s enough. Time to call the police.”

“Dude…” Colby exhaled happily. “I can’t believe we’re getting away with this.”

“Justice is finally being served.” Sam grinned.

Sam called 911, giving an Oscar-worthy performance on the phone. He even shed real tears. The police were over in a flash. Sam and Colby limping down to the lobby of the empty dorm to meet them, for dramatic effect. They made sure to make themselves look exhausted from the crazy night they just endured. They told the police what happened – they saw the figure murder Sam’s girlfriend, one of the three that were killed tonight, and they followed him over to this building where they saw him dragging Y/N in. It was Davis, Y/N ex. He kidnapped her and killed her and tried to kill them as well. But they were able to fight him off and stab him.

They were escorted to the ambulance, a crowd of students lining up outside the building as they were being checked out.

Sam and Colby smiled at one another as they were loaded into the ambulance, needing to be fully checked out at the hospital.

A loud yell rang out as Y/N’s body was brought down on a stretcher. EMT’s surrounded her as they pulled her into a different ambulance.

“WAIT! She’s got a pulse!”

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