#warnings for: gore & murder (OC is the killer)

[certifiedwhore4slashers]

If I can’t have you, no one can

pairing(s): ethan landry x fem!reader, slight oc x reader

summary: your boyfriend is murdered only to find out your best friend was the killer.

warnings: yandere-ish themes, obsession, murder, yandere behavior, gore, blood, violence, knife violence, toxicity, scream vi spoilers, stalking, etc…

part 2?

“It’s Halloween, and you know what that means? Your boyfriend smirks. “Mhm, we’re obviously watching the classic Halloween! Michael Myers any day! You smile.

He chuckled.”I’m going to make popcorn.” He kissed you and you kiss back. You’ve been with your boyfriend, Daniel for almost eight months now and you couldn’t be happier.

You met him shortly after moving to New York which happened not long after the massacre that took away your friends by Amber and Richie. God did you hate them so much but karma got them in the end.

You missed Dewey, Wes and Liv so much but there wasn’t anything you could do. You met your new friends not that long after moving with Mindy, Chad, Sam and Tara for College. You enjoyed university.

Suddenly, You remember You specifically told your best friend, Ethan you'd go to that frat party. "Crap, I just remembered, You frown. "I promised Ethan i'd go to that party. But you know, I never spend much time with you anymore. I should just message him."

Daniel smiles. "Okay. Nice of you to at least inform him." You nodded. You were super close, though kind of obvious Daniel seemed kind of jealous of your best friend. You found that funny since Ethan obviously liked Tara. "Okay, I messaged him, You said, unpausing your movie.

Living in New York was so much better than Woodsboro. By now, it became a tourist attraction. When Ethan messaged you back, you felt kind of bad since he seemed disappointed but nonetheless you usually constantly spent time with Ethan so the guilt vanished.

You got closer to Daniel as you two cuddled while watching Halloween, Candy, Soda and Popcorn. However something felt off. Not between either of you but something just wasn’t right.

You suddenly pause the movie. “Hey, Is everything okay, y/n? Daniel asks. “No, Something’s off, you say nervously.

“Hm, do you want me to check it out? He asks, concern in his voice. “No, I don’t hear anything I just… you say before being interrupted by a phone ringing.

“Is it you? You ask. He nods.”Unknown Number.” “Don’t answer! You say, knowing how it always ended. “Okay, He says.”Just stay close to me okay?”

You nod as you continue watching the movie cuddling him despite your gut instincts telling you that something was off.

It had been for a while, since you knew someone had been watching you, following you, for a while. Perhaps a new Ghostface or Crazy Fan of the Stab Movies, But you didn’t know for sure.

You couldn’t let your boyfriend die. Not under the hands of Ghostface. Not ever. Your phone rings. Unknown Number. But, You figured you could be okay. You answer. "Hello? You say, walking in your room.

"Hello Y/N. I missed hearing your voice."

"... What do you want from me?"

"You. However, Your Boyfriend won't be so lucky."

"No, Please don't hurt him! I'll do anything!"

"Anything?"

"Yes."

Suddenly, the caller hangs up and you come back. Your Boyfriend is worried. "Y/n, who were you talking to? He asks. "We have other things we should worry about, Maybe You should go home, You suggested.

"No, I'm not leaving you, Y/N! Daniel insisted. "Just what is-" Suddenly, someone came up from behind him, stabbing him right in the back, He groans. You were face to face with Ghostface. Your Boyfriend was still alive. "No! You said, trying to stop him but he was stronger.

Shoving you very roughly to the side, You fell and could only watch. You weren't going to be murdered. No, You'd be fine, but your boyfriend. "Daniel! You cried, closing your eyes while he screamed, you heard him being stabbed multiple times.

Then, it stopped. You opened your eyes. Your Boyfriend, dead and drenched in blood. His blood. you sobbed, Ghostface coming closer, now in front of you. Hovering over you while he tilted his head.

You whimper in fear while you scoot back, but he kept coming closer. "I'm not going to hurt you, Y/N, Ghostface spoke. You kind of recognized his voice.

"Do I know you... You said, softly. He nods. Your legs hurt while you slowly get up. Your face wet from crying. Your movie still paused. Your boyfriend’s lifeless body. You couldn't help but run. He may not kill you, but still would hurt you. You didn't believe his words. Not one bit.

You quickly open your apartment door and bolt. Ghostface following behind you. What made you so important? There was nothing really. You were an ordinary citizen and Ghostface could’ve killed you easily.

“You can’t run.”

It walked slowly as if not even trying. But that was because he was so confident in getting you. Murdering your boyfriend? That didn’t make you want him.

He must’ve been your stalker. It all made sense. You’d be his next victim. His Final Girl, Or whatever. You didn’t know. But he didn’t try to klll you. He was there for Daniel. Not you. That didn’t make you feel any safer or relieved. In fact a lot worse.

You shouldn’t been killed along with him. Then you’d be with him now. Little did you know, He was right behind you, quickly grabbing you, you fell and groaned as he dragged you right back to your apartment.

You noted that he was strong. And you groan in pain as you know you were having an nosebleed. “You look good in red, Ghostface said.

“Who are you, you fucking bastard! You yell. “Glad you asked, ghostface said. Ghostface pulled off his mask and your eyes widen.

“Surprise, Y/N.”

It was your best friend, Ethan. Who was shy, sweet and nervous. But it made sense. Who’d suspect the kind, shy guy?

You didn’t want to cry. He comes closer. “Hey, don’t cry, he cooed. Though what does it do for you. You shove him back. “Stay away from me! You say.”I can’t believe you. You were at the party.”

“I was, and well, then I just had to come over, Ethan laughs.”Your Bastard boyfriend stole you away from me. But now… he’s out of the way.”

“I don’t like you like that, You say, backing away.”Even if I didn’t have a boyfriend.” “That doesn’t matter, Because I’m not letting you go, not anymore, He says.

And when you were backed into the corner, You knew that you were fucked. Really fucked.

[mattslolita]

psycho killer - c. sturniolo ( 004. )

in which ... a killer is terrorizing the town of boston and charmaine soon realizes she's the final girl in his twisted game.

ghostface!chris x black!fem oc

warnings ; blood , gore , death , eventual smut , angst , ghostface!chris , final girl! oc

"𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒎𝒆, 𝒊'𝒎 𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒓𝒆!"

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰

the entirety of charmaine's morning was spent with her trying to battle against numerous students who thought it was a good idea to give her dirty or pitiful looks throughout her morning classes — she shared her second period with madison, and both girls had to excuse themselves to the bathroom, as madison was on the verge of breaking down.

all charmaine felt was numbness — the only time her mother even called or texted her was to tell her that she wouldn't be home until late in the evening. it was almost as if she didn't care that her daughter was almost brutally murdered ( never mind the fact that one of her best friends was... ). and no calls from her dad, of course — charmaine didn't even know any of his contact information even if she was to try and look for it. besides, how would she even talk to him under these circumstances. hi dad, i'm calling you because i almost got murdered, what've you been doing all these years?

the evans girl felt like she lost a part of her that night. 

it was lunchtime thankfully, and charmaine and her friends were scattered about on the fountain, mindlessly conversating about random things — matt was sat next to madison and nick was on the other side of them, whilst alahna sat next to nick and charmaine sat in between her and chris. madison was leaning on nick's shoulder, whilst matt had a bag of grapes, passing it around to everyone.

alahna was in charmaine's lap basically, as the evans girl stroked her hair affectionately. charmaine's love language with alahna had always been physical touch, so this was something quite normal to see between the pair. chris sat with one leg propped up behind charmaine, whilst the other swung idly and his hands stayed on either side of him to prop him up.

"hunt?" madison asked, scrunching her eyebrows together and looking at matt, "why'd they ask you if you like to hunt?"

"dunno, they just did," matt shrugged.

"it's cause morgan's body was gutted," nick spoke up with a deadpan expression, causing charmaine to wince, and chris to let out a breath behind her.

"nick!" alahna warned, slapping his leg causing him to glare at her, "not tryna have any type of sensibility, right?"

nick rolled his eyes, and charmaine blinked at him, surprised — she was well aware he didn't favor morgan too much ( none of them really did, they only dealt with her because of chris ), but she didn't expect him to be so insensitive. you know, since his brother dated her. 

charmaine wouldn't ever admit this out loud, though; he understood why nick wasn't as sensible about it, being that everyone except chris knew how much she constantly cheated on the boy — and they all called matt the loverboy, when chris was clearly so blind that he couldn't even see what morgan was doing — never mind the fact that it affected the friend group, too.

"thanks alot, nick," chris said sarcastically, and charmaine's stomach fluttered when she felt chris lean in towards her, rubbing the side of her arm affectionately.

"well, they didn't ask me if i like to hunt," madison mumbled with a shrug, and both alahna and charmaine nodded in agreement.

"that's cause there's no way a girl could've done it," nick stated with a shrug, and charmaine raised her eyebrows at the oldest triplet.

"nuh uh nick, the killer could easily be a female," charmaine tutted, and matt pointed to her in agreement, "basic instinct?"

"wait, char, i just remembered something," madison said, gaining the attention of the whole group, causing the evans girl to look at her expectantly, "remember how he basically dragged me away from you, when we saw...morgan..."

"right," charmaine said, looking up at the sky with her eyes shut, letting out a sigh, "it was definitely a guy, especially with what he said to me."

"what'd he say to you?" matt asked curiously, and charmaine felt the hairs on her neck rise at the thought.

"doesn't matter," she mumbled, waving matt off. the second oldest triplet looked at her worriedly, sharing the same expression with alahna.

"how do you...gut someone?" madison whispered, but it was loud enough for the group to hear.

charmaine eyes downcasted and she bit her lip, and chris rubbed her shoulder again affectionately, and she leaned into his touch. with a single hand chris cupped the side of charmaine's chin gently and turned her head to face him, causing her eyes to water slightly. he wiped away at the single tear that escaped her eye, and she gave him a weak smile in return.

"you take a knife madi, and you slit em from the groin to the sternum," nick answered nonchalantly, acting the action out with his hands.

"seriously nick, come on, bro," chris said with an eyeroll, throwing the oldest triplet a glare.

"m'sorry," nick sighed, pulling madison in for a hug, before looking over at charmaine with an apologetic smile.

"guess i can't be too mad since i'm just as obsessed with horror movies as you are," charmaine laughed humorlessly, looking up at the oldest triplet.

"even still, you could be a little more...sensitive, nick," matt cringed, shaking his head.

"you know, no one's asked chris how he's taking this, either," alahna pointed out, everyone turning to the boy in question, "i mean, you dated her."

the tension in the air was quite thick now, at this point — charmaine got up from leaning on chris and turned to face the boy, causing a small frown to overtake his face. his jaw clenched slightly when he saw the way that alahna had pulled the girl to lean in her lap, pressing a soft kiss to her temple. jealousy filled him at the way charmaine looked up at her in admiration as alahna stroked her hair.

"i mean, i'm alright," chris shrugged, running a hand through his hair, "i miss her, though. i can't believe i lost my girl..."

the words were like a knife to charmaine's chest — but she hid with a sympathetic smile as she interlaced her fingers with alahna, the curtis girl resting her head atop of charmaine's. 

"are the police aware you dated her, chris?" matt asked with a raised eyebrow, causing a shocked expression to cross the girls' faces.

"wow, what are you saying, matt?" nick asked in disbelief, "you're own brother, dude?"

"he's been acting weird lately..." matt shrugged, and charmaine shot matt a warning glare.

"matt, don't even try it!" alahna said, throwing a grape at him, "this is chris we're talking about."

"what're you saying, matt?" chris asked carefully, his eyes filled with betrayal, "that i killed her?"

"okay, that's enough of that," madison said, shaking her head and looking back and forth between them. "you guys are brothers. and for the record, nick and chris were at home and i know cause they face timed me when i first got to char's house."

"yeah, where were you, since you have so much to say?" nick sneered.

"working," matt shrugged, popping a grape into his mouth.

charmaine tuned out of the conversation then, leaning back on alahna's lap. she drew little circles around the girl's arm, furrowing her eyebrows in concentration as she did so — chris's eyes narrowed at the way alahna looked down at her from time to time, knowing exactly what she was feeling.

it was no secret that everyone thought alahna had feelings for charmaine — chris especially started to notice the change in their sophomore year, too. it was as if everyone knew except charmaine herself, despite the fact that she herself liked girls too; but chris knew charmaine only liked alahna as a friend.

at least, he was hoping she did. because from the way they had been acting with each other recently, he couldn't tell whether or not charmaine felt the same way alahna did.

"hey love, you wanna walk to class?" alahna asked charmaine, seeing the girl beginning to doze off slightly, "or we can skip in the bathroom or the library if you want."

"nah, we should probably go to class," charmaine sighed, sitting up. the bell hand rang just then, signaling the ending of the lunch period. "i don't need my teachers thinking that i think i have some free pass because of what happened."

"fair enough," alahna shrugged, both girls grabbing their tote bags with their stuff inside of it.

"i'll see you in sixth period, chris," charmaine smiled softly at the youngest triplet, giving him a quick side hug.

"yeah, i'll see you then," chris said, when charmaine pulled away from him. he ran his hand along her jawline, his eyes flicking down to her lips momentarily before bringing them back up to her eyes.

charmaine felt her cheeks heat up at the action — see, she didn't know what stuff like that meant. this wasn't the first time chris had done something like, where he looked at her in a not so friendly way — she wasn't sure if they had something there or not, or if he was just doing that because he was a naturally flirty person; however, it made her so angry that she didn't know know what it meant. she wanted to scream because he was messing with her head.

as she and alahna headed to their class with their fingers interlaced, chris watched both girls ( mostly charmaine ) — he hated the way that alahna could hold her hand like that, and the fact that charmaine seemed to like it. his jaw ticked at the fact that only he was supposed to be able to do that.

and soon enough, it'd only be him.

lil💌

i giggled, i need a man to be jealous for me like that.

@luverboychris @e1ias3 @muwapsturniolo @thenickgirl @guccifrog @junnniiieee07 @astrowh0r3 @breeloveschris @summerssover @prettiest-poision @mrssturnioloo @mattsturniolosleftnut @l0akkzz @555linaa @riasturns @xoxo4chrisss @stasiesturn @hysteria-things @sturn777 @ilovechrissturniolo1 @prettypinkprincess15 @eyeliketoeatpoosay @mayhem-72 @v33angel

[slickchickchocolatier]

S E R I E S M A S T E R L I S T S

ꕥ M Y G I R L F R I E N D S R O O M M A T E M A S T E R L I S T ( M G R )

ꕥ M Y R O O M M A T E S   E X  M A S T E R L I S T ( M R E )

ꕥ H I S  A N D  H E R    P E R S P E C T I V E S  M A S T E R L I S T            ( H H P )

ꕥ M E R M A I D S   T A L E  :  T H E  D E S C E N D E N T S   M A S T E R L I S T  (M T )

ꕥ A   T A L E   O F   Y U A N   S E R I E S M A S T E R L I S T

ꕥ S E 7 E N   M A S T E R L I S T

ꕥ ↀ O U B L E    II R O U B L E

ꕥ T H E    O T H E R S I D E 

ꕥ O N E S H O T S A N D R E Q U E S T S

[the-name-is-z]

SKELETONS | ch. 10

daryl dixon x f!oc

masterlist

a03 link

Summary: The group preemptively settles in at the farm. Iris finds herself risking her life once more, only this time it's a little more futile. Warnings/Information: AMC's The Walking Dead OC Insert | 18+ Advised | strangers to lovers; the slowest of slow burns; gore; angst; horror; humour; m/f; surgery on a young boy, blood donation, memorial for a murder victim, iris drinks a lot of juice, planning search parties for a lost child, discussion of zombie contaminating drinking water

Chapter 10 - At What Cost

Hershel continued to check Carl’s vitals as the sun set. They were all holding off as long as they could, but they could only wait so long before Carl’s life was at risk. 

“Pressure’s dropping again. We can’t wait much longer.” He warned.

“Do you need more blood?” Iris asked, offering her arm.

“No, you can’t give much more.” Hershel denied.

“I should go.” Rick mumbled.

“Go? Go where?” Lori asked, blinking.

“He said five miles. They should be long back by now. Something’s gone wrong.”

“Are you insane? You’re not going after them. Your place is here. If Shane said he’ll be back, he’ll be back. He’s like you that way.” Lori assured.

“I can’t just sit here.” Rick protested.

“That’s exactly what you do.” Lori snapped. “If you need to pray or cry or tell God he’s cruel you go right ahead, but you’re not leaving, Rick. Carl needs you— here. And I can’t do this by myself. Not this one. I can’t. I can’t.”

-

Hershel allowed each of them full access to their facilities, meaning soap and a hot shower, which they were grateful for. Rick told Lori and Carl stories as they waited for Shane to make it back. Iris ate, for Carl’s sake, even if she felt guilty for it. Maggie made her a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. It was the best thing she’d tasted in months, aside from the orange juice. She’d even slept.

At one point, Glenn and T-Dog showed up to get his wound treated and to bring a few antibiotics and pain killers they’d found. 

“How you doing?” Iris asked as T-Dog ate across from her.

“We should be asking you the same thing.” Glenn stated. Iris shrugged, on her eighth glass of orange juice.

“Drinking them out of house and home.” She replied, wiggling the glass. He chuckled. “T-Dog?”

“I’m alright. It hurts.” He replied. Iris nodded. “You’re pale.”

“Thanks.” She replied, grinning.

“Iris!” Lori cried from the room. Iris stood abruptly, feeling her head rush. 

“Woah.” Glenn helped steady her, taking her into the room. Carl’s blankets were mussed and Rick was straightening him back out across the bed.

“He needs another transfusion.” Hershel said quietly.

“Okay. I’m ready.” She agreed, sitting down in the chair.

“If I take any more out of you, your body could shut down. You could go into a coma. Or cardiac arrest.” Hershel explained. Iris didn’t have to look at Rick or Lori to see them staring at her. Neither one of them asked her to do this, nor did they want to ask her for more. But seeing Carl… He was such a hopeful kid. Happy. Eager. Despite everything. Iris didn’t hesitate.

“Do it.” She stated, offering her arm. Hershel set up the transfusion again, Carl’s parents at his side.

-

“He’s still losing blood faster than we can replace it. And with the swelling in his abdomen, we can’t wait any longer, or he’s just going to slip away.” Hershel explained after a while. Iris sat, staring up at the ceiling. “I need to know right now if you want me to do this, because I think your boy is out of time. You have to make a choice.”

“A choice?” Lori asked, horrified.

“A choice.” Rick nodded, turning to look her in the eyes. “You have to tell me what it is.”

“We do it.” Lori decided. They held each other tight, Hershel nodding to his daughter, Beth. 

They moved Carl to a metal table, Patricia pulling a lamp close by, bringing the surgical instruments. Just as Hershel gripped the scalpel, Otis’ truck pulled in. Iris sat next to Carl, waiting as they brought the instruments in. Rick and Lori waited outside. 

It was a couple hours before it was done, Hershel going back out to announce that he was stable. Iris was barely lucid in the chair beside him, but she was glad to be there with him. 

“Iris.” Lori whispered, walking in.

“He’s doing good.” Iris whispered. She was white as a sheet, her lips paler than Carl’s. Lori sobbed, kneeling beside them and taking Carl’s hand once more. Shane appeared in the doorway, some sort of relief on his face. He looked up at her, nodding.

“Stay.” Lori whispered. Shane paused before nodding. When she turned away, he disappeared. Iris sighed, leaning her head back against the wall. 

“Fuck me.” She muttered.

“Thank you. Thank you so much.” Lori whispered. Iris only nodded, and Lori took her hand, too.

-

By the time the morning came around, Iris was already feeling much better, though they wouldn’t let her help as the others collected rocks for Otis’ burial. Apparently something happened on the run, and Shane had returned without him. Wouldn’t be much of a burial. 

Iris sat on the porch railing, watching the others work. The roar of Daryl’s motorcycle sounded in the distance, and she watched him pull up with the RV, a new SUV in tow. T-Dog went inside to get Rick and Lori so they could have a group conversation.

“How is he?” Dale asked, the lot of them gathering on the lawn.

“He’ll pull through.” Lori said, smiling in relief. “Thanks to Hershel and his people, and Iris.”

“And Shane. We would have lost Carl if not for him.” Rick added. Dale sighed in relief, bringing Rick in for a hug. Carol embraced Lori fairly quickly.

“How’d it happen?” Dale asked.

“Hunting accident.” Rick replied. “That’s all, just a stupid accident.”

“You look like shit.” Daryl said quietly, approaching Iris on the porch.

“Boy, do you know how to sweet-talk a girl.” She replied, looking up at him. He half-shrugged.

“You okay?”

“Yeah.” She huffed. “Just waiting for my body to make some more blood.” He nodded. He stepped forward, and Iris raised an eyebrow as he awkwardly patted her shoulder. She grinned, almost ready to bust out laughing.

“Alright.” He said simply, turning back to the others.

Once they were ready, they all walked a ways down the road to a large oak tree, where they’d brought the stones they collected. One by one, everyone placed a stone on the growing pile in memory of Otis, while Hershel read a funeral passage.

“Blessed be God, Father of our Lord, Jesus Christ. Praise be to him for the gift of our brother, Otis. For his span of years, for his abundance of character. Otis, who gave his life to save a child’s, now more than ever, our most precious asset. We thank you, God, for the peace he enjoys in your embrace. He died as he lived. In Grace. Shane, will you speak for Otis?”

“I’m not good at it.” Shane mumbled. He wore Otis’ old clothes, his head newly shaved down to the scalp. Iris raised an eyebrow at his refusal, leaning against Glenn, who had offered himself for support. “I’m sorry.”

“You were the last one with him.” Patricia stated, through her tears. “You shared his final moments. Please. I need to hear. I need to know his death had meaning.”

“We were about done.” Shane murmured. “Almost out of ammo. We were down to pistols by then. I was limping. It was bad, ankle all swollen up. ‘We’ve gotta save the boy.’ See, that’s what he said. He gave me his backpack, he shoved me ahead. ‘Run.’ He said. He said, ‘I’ll take the rear, I’ll cover you.’ And when I looked back…” He paused, limping forward toward the wheel barrow of rocks. “If not for Otis, I’d have never made it out alive. And that goes for Carl, too. It was Otis. He saved us both. If any death ever had meaning, it was his.”

Once the memorial was finished and the group dispersed, Rick gathered a few volunteers to talk about their search for Sophia. Hershel joined in, curious as to what the situation was. 

“How long has this girl been lost?” He asked, Daryl, Iris, Shane, Andrea, and Rick all standing around the hood of the station wagon. 

“This’ll be day three.” Rick replied. Maggie came over, laying out a map of the area on the hood of the car.

“County survey map. Shows terrain and elevations.” She stated, spreading it out. She placed stones on the corners to hold them down.

“This is perfect.” Rick murmured. “We can finally get this thing organized. We’ll grid the whole area, start searching in teams.” Iris opened her mouth, but Hershel pointed at her.

“Not you.” He said firmly. “You gave three units of blood. You wouldn’t be hiking five minutes in this heat before passing out.” He turned to Shane as well. “And your ankle— push it now, you’ll be laid up a month, no good to anybody.”

“Guess it’s just me and Rick.” Daryl stated. Rick nodded. “I’m gonna head back to the creek, work my way from there.”

“I can still be useful.” Shane insisted. “I’ll drive up to the interstate, see if Sophia wandered back.”

“Alright. Tomorrow then, we start doing this right.” Rick nodded to Iris, who huffed.

“That means we can’t have our people out there with just knives.” Shane stated. “They need the gun training we’ve been promising them.”

“I’d prefer you not carry guns on my property.” Hershel stated. “We’ve managed so far without turning this into an armed camp.”

“All due respect, you get a crowd of those things wandering in here…” Shane warned.

“Look, we’re guests here.” Rick shook his head. “This is your property and we will respect that.” He looked at Shane pointedly, who exhaled sharply through his nose. Rick put his revolver on the hood of the car, waiting. Shane slammed his pistol alongside it but stared right through Hershel. Iris raised an eyebrow, carefully placing her gun down. “First things first: Set camp, find Sophia.”

“What happens if we find her, and she’s bit? Or… worse?” Iris asked quietly. “How… how do we handle that?”

“You do what has to be done.” Rick replied.

“And her mother? What do you tell her?” Maggie asked in disbelief.

“The truth.” Andrea replied. Hershel shook his head at Maggie as they exchanged a look.

“I’ll gather and secure all the weapons.” Shane offered. “Make sure no one’s carrying until we’re at a practice range, off-site. I do request one rifleman on lookout. Dale’s got experience…”

“Our people would feel safer, less inclined to carry a gun.” Rick explained, looking to Hershel questioningly. The old man sighed, nodding. “Thank you.”

“That stuff you brought… got anymore antibiotics, bandages, anything like that?” Maggie asked.

“Just what you’ve seen.” Andrea replied. Maggie pressed her lips together.

“We’re running short already. I should make a run into town.” She stated.

“Not the place Shane went?”

“No, there’s a pharmacy just a mile down the road. I’ve done it before.” She explained. Rick turned around, motioning to Glenn, who was helping Lori set up her tent.

“See our man there, in the baseball cap?” He asked. “That’s Glenn, our go-to-town expert. I’d ask him along, just to be cautious.” Hershel nodded to Maggie, who nodded back as she walked over to him.

Iris made her way to where Dale had laid out a tent for her. It had belonged to Jim and Jacqui, but they didn’t really need it anymore. She took her time setting up the tent, sitting on the grass and enjoying the shade. She watched as Daryl and Rick had a brief conversation near the porch before Daryl stormed away, obviously mad about something, like usual. It was nice to have a moment to herself, a moment to relax. 

But of course, moments like that were fleeting, and soon Dale and T-Dog came running from out in the field, where Maggie had directed them to the second of five wells on their property. The two of them led Iris, Maggie, Lori, Glenn, Andrea and Shane to the well, where the old wood boards had apparently rotted and broken, a few telltale raspy growls from inside the well telling Iris everything she needed to know.

Shane shone a flashlight down into the well, and for the first time in a while, Iris felt sick to her stomach at the sight of a walker. He’d been there a while, clearly, as his flesh had ballooned up with water, bloating in the most unsightly way.

“Looks like we got us a swimmer.” Dale mused.

“You don’t drink from here, do you?” Iris asked, glancing to Maggie. She shook her head.

“We use it for the cattle.” She muttered, scowling.

“How long do you think it’s been down there?” Glenn asked.

“Long enough to grow gills.” Andrea replied, cringing.

“We can’t leave it in there. God knows what it’s doing to the water.” Lori replied. Iris tilted her head, taking the offered flashlight from Shane and angling it downward.

“I don’t see any open wounds, but its hard to tell from here.” She pointed out.

“We gotta get it out.” Shane said plainly.

“Easy. Put a bullet in it’s head.” T-Dog replied.

“Well that’s a real quick way to contaminate the drinkable water.” Iris said, looking up with an amused expression.

“She’s right. Can’t risk it.” Shane agreed.

“So it has to come out alive?”

“So to speak.” Shane replied with a smirk.

“How do we do that?” Maggie asked. Within a few seconds, they had fashioned a rope with a loop at the end and a fishing line with a canned ham hooked at the end. Iris had plainly stated that this wasn’t going to work, but the rest of the group argued that they may as well try. The walker was very disinterested.

“He’s not going for it.” Dale observed.

“Because a canned ham don’t kick and scream when you try to eat it.” T-Dog replied.

“He’s right.” Lori agreed. “There’s a reason the dead didn’t come back to life and start raiding our cupboards.”

“So, what, we catch a squirrel or something for live bait? Where’s Daryl when you need him?” Iris scoffed, looking around the farm.

“Well, we need some kind of live bait.” Andrea said, turning to Iris. She looked up, glancing at her companions as they all nervously looked to her.

“Oh, really? I’m glad that I’m the sacrificial lamb in all of your eyes.” Iris grumbled.

“It’s not—“ Dale began, but Iris waved him off.

“You’re light and you don’t turn tail at danger. You’re a good fit.” Shane stated, shrugging.

“Gee, thanks. Just give me the damn rope.” She mumbled. They looped one end of rope around the metal spout of the pump and Iris braced her feet on the pipe spanning the diameter of the well. Shane began tying the rope around her legs in a series of knots she didn’t know the names of, assuring her they wouldn’t come undone. “Have I mentioned that I love the new look?” She joked, trying to brush off the nerves.

“Don’t stress. You got it, sweetheart.” Shane assured, patting her on the back.

“Yeah, I don’t like that.” Iris replied.

“Me either. Felt weird as soon as I said it.” He agreed, flashing her a grin. Iris smiled back, shaking her head.

“I’d like to be mostly unharmed when I go to bed tonight.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Dale offered a nervous smile. They all took their places along the rope, as if it was a game of tug-of-war.

“I thought you’d make me do it.” Glenn whispered to T-Dog over his shoulder.

“I guess you owe me one, Glenn.” Iris called, earning a nervous laugh from the boy.

“We got you.” Andrea assured.

“You people are crazy.” Maggie groaned, worried. 

“You ain’t seen nothing yet.” Iris challenged.

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Scream ༊*·˚ Part 2

༊*·˚Admin Lulu Presents~ ༊*·˚Pairing: Choi San x Lulu (OC) 1st pov x Park Seonghwa ༊*·˚Genre/Trope/Au: smut, horror, established relationship, scream au, college au ༊*·˚Rating: R rated, +18 MDNI ༊*·˚Warnings: mentions blood, gore, death, knives, violence (smut will be included in future chapters), drinking, party going, creep! seonghwa, gaslighting ༊*·˚Kinks: suggestive talk ༊*·˚Word Count: 1,913 ༊*·˚Credits to @cafekitsune for the divider ༊*·˚Synopsis: When a killer begins to target students of my college--and also starts calling me to brag about it--San is there to comfort me. But throw in his creepy best friend and my world begins to crumble around me ༊*·˚Part One ||| All Posts || Part Three

“San, no, I am not going to some stupid party!”

San and I were having a not-so-great argument. He wanted to go out, I wanted to stay in. Usually I could convince him with a flash of my underwear that it was in his best interest to stay in but tonight he was being stubborn for some reason.

“Come on, Lulu!” He pleaded, “I promised Seonghwa we would go!”

I sent him a look of disgust, “I’m especially not going because of your weird best friend.”

“He’s not weird!” San whined, “He’s just got his head in the clouds a lot. I promise, he’s harmless.”

Harmless my ass. I don’t know how many times I caught Seonghwa staring at me and even when I caught him he never stopped like normal people do. He always seemed to loom at any function that San and I went to. Seonghwa got so close to me sometimes I could hear his breathing. He really really creeped me out but he was San’s best friend and I had to endure it, I guess.

“Please, I don’t want to go. I don’t care what you promised!” I begged. If I had to pull out the big cards, I would. I went on my knees and grabbed a fistful of his pants, looking up at him, “I’ll make it worth your while if we don’t go.”

San looked so good. His hair was soft and he had just a t-shirt and a pastel green cardigan but damn did his shoulders fill out everything so nicely. San cursed under his breath and cupped the side of my face with one hand. “God, what I wouldn’t do for you to suck my dick right now.” He shook his head and steeled himself. “No, you can’t dissuade me. Seonghwa is throwing this party and he was very adamant that we both be there. We have to. Besides, you’ve been jittery since movie night and I want to get you out of the apartment.”

Guess I had to take another approach. “There’s a killer out there, San!”

San rolled his eyes at me, “Then we should go to the party. The more people there the less likely we’re going to get murdered.”

“Fine,” I said stiffly, getting up from being on my knees, “I’m not wearing this skirt though. Seonghwa gets weird when I wear skirts around him.”

San pffted at me. “Who wouldn’t get weird when you wear skirts? I get a chubby just watching it swish on the back of your thighs.”

I stuck my tongue out at him and moved into the bedroom. I ditched my skirt and looked for some comfortable pants. “You’re my boyfriend. You’re allowed to get a chubby when you look at me. I want you to get a chubby when you look at me. I don’t want Seonghwa imagining getting his fingers up my skirts!” I shuddered at the thought.

“But Babe!” San appeared at the doorway. “You can’t blame him. You’re hot. Even Wooyoung admitted once to--”

I threw my hand up and stopped whatever San was going to say. “Please stop, I don’t want to hear the end of that sentence.”

I finished shimmying on the black pants I chose to wear and checked my make up in the mirror. “We will stay for exactly two hours and you better be getting me refills when I finish my drinks,” I said to San, looking at him through the mirror.

San sent me a sunny smile that made his eyes disappear. He was looking all happy-go-lucky just to piss me off, “Of course, Babe.”

I walked to the doorway, looked my boyfriend up and down and said, “I am not happy with you right now.”

“Does this mean you won’t be giving me a bj on the drive there or--OW!”

There were plenty of cars littering the lawn of Seonghwa’s huge house. San had informed me that Seonghwa always had the place to himself and that was usually why he threw parties. Who knew where his parents were--Dubai or did he say Dublin? Either way, the party was well on its way by the time San and I got there.

“I’ll go get us drinks,” San said as he saw Wooyoung in the kitchen from the entranceway.

“Don’t you dare--” And he was gone.

I folded my arms and found a corner to sulk in. I couldn't even bring San upstairs to fool around. Some classmate had told me Seonghwa’s parents had cameras EVERYWHERE. I did not need Seonghwa watching me and San--I shuddered. I did not want to go down that train of thought.

But then I heard heavy breathing and, “You’re here.”

I whirled around and narrowed my eyes down at Seonghwa. “Regrettably,” I said with my lips pursed to the side.

Except… Why did Seonghwa look so good? I mean, it’s not like he wasn’t attractive. I had heard every girl on campus sigh over Park Seonghwa. They thought he was secretive and mysterious and his allure was a legend around the school. But his creepy factor always nulled that out for me. But tonight, Seonghwa was in a long jacket, jeans ripped at the knees and a turtleneck. He looked… sophisticated? Definitely a look I’d go for. I shook my head. No, Lulu, you’ve got to stop that.

Seonghwa had a shy, crooked smile on his face now. Shit. “Something wrong?”

I scoffed at him, “Yes, you’re entirely too close to me.”

Seonghwa chuckled under his breath. “Looks like San got distracted with your drinks. Perhaps I can keep you company instead?”

I looked over my shoulder and there was my boyfriend, playing a fucking drinking game with Wooyoung. That bitch. I turned back to Seonghwa and scoffed at him, “I don’t fucking think so.”

Seonghwa shrugged his shoulders, “San told me you got some creepy phone call? I didn’t think you wanted to be alone.”

I winced. San, must you tell your best friend everything? “I-I’m fine.” The stutter in my voice said otherwise. Fuck.

Seonghwa’s smile became a grin. I took a step back as he took a step forward. “I really don’t think you have anything to worry about. I heard the news say that it seems the killers are targeting students that are in the bottom half of the dean’s list. Aren’t you in the upper half?”

I frowned at Seonghwa. “What do you mean killers? There’s more than one?”

Seonghwa’s eyes widened and then he shrugged again. “That’s their theory, anyways.”

I opened my mouth to ask more when my phone went off. That better be Choi San telling me he’s got my drink or I swear to God…

{10:42pm} Private Number: Having fun?

My mouth went dry and my palms started to sweat. I hadn't received a message from the creepy caller since that day in the Geology labs. If I had to guess, I would have said it was Seonghwa, but he was in front of me right now. So who the fuck was calling me and texting me?

{10:43pm} Private Number: I have another gift for you

I couldn't help but whimper. Did this mean the killer was going to kill again?

{10:44pm} Private Number: Special delivery! {10:44pm} Private Number: 3 {10:44pm} Private Number: 2 {10:44pm} Private Number: 1

I let out a terrified shriek as the lights went out. The partygoers groaned at the inconvenience but my heart was beating out of my chest. I felt a presence at my front and reached out to hit whatever--or whoever--was in front of me. They caught my hand and I struggled a bit. I was about to raise my other hand when…

“Stop, it’s just me,” Seonghwa said softly, “I’ve got you. No one is going to hurt you.”

Like that made me feel any better. “Let go of me,” I hissed, yanking on my arm.

Instead, Seonghwa pulled me closer, trapping me against his chest. “I can protect you,” He crooned, “You don’t have to be scared.” He must have been able to hear my heart going crazy because he said, “It’s like you have a hummingbird trapped in your chest.”

There was a yell and then a loud snap and I jumped. I couldn't see anything and all I could think about were the texts I had just received. “L-let go of me, Seonghwa, please,” I whined, “You’re scaring me.”

Seonghwa leaned forward to speak into my ear, “Are you scared of me or of the situation?” He smoothed my hand over his chest and I could feel his heart beating steadily--not erratic like my own. “Just count my heartbeats and the lights will be back on soon enough.”

Oddly enough, I did just that. I felt his heart beat against my hand and it calmed me. Somehow, just knowing that someone else was there, someone who wasn’t terrified, soothed me. “Thank you,” I whispered.

“Anything for you,” Seonghwa said in a low voice and it made me… feel things I definitely did not want to feel.

The lights came back on and everyone cheered. And then someone screamed.

I buried my head into Seonghwa’s chest, I couldn't help it. I screwed my eyes shut. I didn’t want to see what my gift was. Tears were in my eyes and I could feel bilge burning the back of my throat. I just wanted this to be over, I just wanted this to stop.

Seonghwa brought his hand to my head and started to pat it. “There there, Lulu. It’ll all be over soon.”

“Lulu!” San shouted my name and I jumped out of Seonghwa’s grasp.

I ran towards his voice and then stopped in my tracks. Hanging from the second floor was that stupid bitch that always flirted with San at the parties. I despised her, and yeah, I probably wished her dead a few times when I was fuming but this! Her tongue hung out obscenely and there was the word WHORE carved out on her chest. Jesus!

“Don’t look, don’t look,” San said to me softly, gathering me up in his arms. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry I wasn’t there for you.”

“San!” I cried out and then started to sob into his arms. “I was so scared. You said the killer wouldn’t get us here. What if--”

San reassured me, rubbing his nose against the crown of my hair. “Don’t do that to yourself. The killer wouldn’t harm a hair on my head. I’m not even on the Dean’s list, right? That’s what the news is saying anyways.”

I leaned back to look into San’s eyes. “Weird. Seonghwa just said the same fucking thing.”

San grinned, “Oh, talking to Seonghwa now, are we? What happened to ‘he gives me the creeps’?”

“Do not start with me, Choi San,” I scolded him, “You’re the one that abandoned me as soon as we got into this stupid party and now--” I choked up.

I jumped when a hand landed on my back but I let out some tension when I heard Seonghwa’s voice. “I guess I should call the police. This is a pretty lame party.”

We drove back to my apartment in silence, but there was something that I couldn't stop mulling over. Why… why had both San and Seonghwa made it their top priority to make sure I was okay and… why hadn't they been more spooked about the murder that happened?!

༊*·˚Part One ||| All Posts ||| Part Three

[ash-whimsicalfanfic]

Serendipity (CH 7)

Leroy Jethro Gibbs X Fem OC/Reader

Word Count: 975

Warnings: Mild language, fluff, smut, angst, graphic scenes, death, murder, gore, violence, mature material…

Prompt: You have a major crush on Gibbs, however you choose to push it away as you fear he doesn’t feel the same way. Suddenly there is a bunch of chances that lead to a happy ending…

I snapped more pictures, feeling mortified. The longer I was in this room, the sicker to my stomach I felt. I was more than in his head. It was like I was looking through his eyes and I hated it. No one else knew what I've found yet. They've grabbed what I asked for, and asked questions, but I couldn't explain it.

I did a few sketches whilst I waited for them to get a camera and evidence box. I was eager to start bagging the pictures and putting them in the box. I wanted to get out of this room.

"Y/N/N, what did you find?" Ziva asks.

"I found out that our unsub is obsessive, compulsive, a stalker, and delusional. Not to mention a psychopath. He had motive, he made a plan and followed through. He has had to have been doing this for months." I say, continuing to quickly box everything for Abby.

"He is done killing, right?" Tim asks.

"I want to say yes, but it seems as our unsub was becoming unhinged. If he kills again, the victim will no doubt look like our first female victim." I say.

I set the camera in the box before pushing it through the tunnel. I crawl through it and Gibbs helps me up. I let a deep breath out, wishing I hadn't found that room.

"Do I want to know?" Tony asks.

"No. You don't. But, you'll have to know for the case. It's just sickening." I mumble.

"It's the job." Tim sighs.

"Try being a profiler. I hate getting in the minds of these guys." I grumble.

"Then don't." Gibbs says. 

"Easier said than done." I sigh.

I was more than eager to get off that ship. I rode back with Gibbs, but it was silent. I couldn't get out of my head. I hated how easy it was to understand the mind of a killer, for me at least. As much as I'm happy that my abilities help me get justice for people, it still makes me feel...numb.

"Y/L/N." Gibbs says, hurrying to catch up with me.

I tiredly hum, pressing the elevator button. I could feel his stare on me, but I step onto the elevator knowing he would too.

"What's going on?" He asks.

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"You got quiet." He says.

"You always are quiet." I point out.

"Yeah. But, you aren't. You like to talk, whether it be the case or maybe about some book...or something that makes you happy. Even if you aren't talking, you like to hum. But, you were quiet." He says.

I was surprised by how much he's noticed about me. For someone who seems busy all the time or tries to avoid me...he knows me quite well.

"I'm just tired." I sigh.

"Go home. Get some rest." He says.

The elevator doors open and I shake my head. I had some stuff to finish up. He sighs, following me to the bullpen. I grab the box that Tony sat on my desk and decided to go ahead and bring it down to Abby's lab.

"Y/N! You brought me a gift." Abby says.

"Abs, don't look to into this. Just see if you can pull any prints off these. Okay? I don't want you to get upset by this." I say, setting the box on a table.

"Okay...are you okay?" She asks.

"Of course!" I lie and she studies me.

"I'm no profiler, but I know a liar when I see one. Talk to me." She urges and I sigh, sitting on one of the metal tables.

"I sometimes just hate getting into the mind of an unsub. It use to be such an interesting thing and I found myself wanting to get into the most notorious serial killers heads, but now...I just hate it. I hate the way I can so easily find myself in their head. It's not just their head. It's like I'm seeing everything through their eyes. It plays out like a movie and I hate it. I hate the way it makes me feel. It's sickening and I'm just so tired." I ramble.

"Oh, Y/N." She murmurs.

"I know it's my job...that's why I'm here at NCIS. I'm a profound profiler. So, no matter how much it affects me...I can't stop. That's why I was added to Gibbs' team. If I can't do my job, what am I? Nothing. I just get in the way. And yeah...the team relies a lot on my skills and we get through our cases pretty fast, but it's so tiring." I say.

"Have you talked to Gibbs about it?" She asks.

"God no and I don't plan to, Abby. I think I just need to sleep. It'll pass. Or maybe I need to take a small vacation. Who knows? I'll see you later. I got some paperwork to finish up. If you need anything, you know where I am. Love you!" I say.

I pull her into a hug, seeing the troubled look on her face. I kiss her cheek and give her a big smile before I leave. It immediately leaves my face and I was eager to climb into the elevator. I lean my head against the wall, waiting for the doors to open.

I walk back to my desk, sitting down as I begin to work on some paperwork. I look up when my lamp goes off. It was Gibbs.

"Go home." He says.

I sigh, waiting till he starts heading towards the elevator. I stand, grabbing my purse and keys as I wait for the doors to shut. I let a sigh of relief out before sitting.

I turn the lamp on my desk and start working on some more paperwork.

[stuffireadandenjoy]

I don’t post any of my fics on tumblr anymore, they will all be posted on AO3 only. If you see them elsewhere then they are stolen. This is a list of fics that are works in progress/future ideas/completed. Tags for fics will be: #my fics, #(fic name), #pairing Red - on hiatus

Works In Progress

Works that I have posted some of and are currently working on or have put on hiatus until I can work on them.

Icarus Landing [ POTA | No Pairings | No Warnings | 3/25]

COD Drabbles and Brain Worms [ COD | Various Pairings | Various Warnings | 10/?]

Radio Silence [ COD | Price/Reader | Zombie AU | 1/10]

100 Word Challenge Fics [Various Fandoms | Various Pairings | Various Warnings | 7/?]

Wrong Number, Right Day [ COD | Gaz/Reader | Sugar Daddy Gaz, Manipulation, Fake Relationship | 1/11]

Call of the Jurassic [ COD/JP | Soap/Ghost (background) | Blood/Gore, Animal Death, Character Death, Swearing | 1/12]

A Marriage of Inconvenience [ COD | Price/Female Oc | Las Vegas Wedding AU | 1/17]

Dishes Best Served Cold [ COD | Ghost x Reader | Neighbor AU | 2/9]

25 Days of COD [ COD | Kate/Soap/Price/Ghost/Gaz/Reader | Christmas Series | 2/25]

The Housekeeper [ COD | Ghost/Reader | Threats of Rape/Non-Con, Blood and Injury, Murder, Descriptions of Gunshot Wounds, 2/47] (currently under a rewrite)

Just A Hare [ SW:CW | Self Insert Clone OC | Fix It Fic | 21/30]

Groundhog Day [ SW:CW | CT-6922/Dogma | Time Loop Fix It Fic | 1/27]

Just Sign Here [COD | Gaz/Female OC | Slow Burn | 6/?]

Broken but not Forgotten [COD | Ghost & that mean cat | hurt/comfort | 10/?]

Future Ideas

Ideas that I plan on writing in the future but haven’t posted anything for yet.

That One Coffee Shop AU [ COD | Ghost/Gaz | No Warnings | Coffee Shop AU]

A Hop, Skip, and Leap [ COD | Gaz/Female Oc | No Warnings | Shifter AU]

Whispers Amongst the Petals [ COD | 141/Reader | Implied Stalking, Kidnapping | Oneshot]

Red Alert on the Railcrawler [Star Wars | OC Death, Angst, | Murder Mystery | 0/9]

Better Behaved [COD | Ghoap x Female Reader | petplay, unnegotiated kink, kidnapping | 0/5]

Nature Versus Nurture [Jurassic World | OC x Oc | mentions of animal death, animal abuse, canon typical violence]

Where Giants Roam [COD | Brief mentions of Nik/Price | animal death, minor character death, canon typical violence]

Where Lavender Grows [COD | Laswell x Female OC, Price x Male OC, Price x Laswell tagging for just in case | Bridgerton AU | 0/23]

The One That Follows [COD | Ghoap | Cryptid AU | 0/14]

Price Worth Paying [COD | Mafia Boss Laswell/Reader | Mafia AU | 0/21]

The Day After [ COD | Gaz/Female Oc | Amnesia, Manipulation, Dark!Gaz, Smut, Mentions of Past Torture/Harassment, Flashbacks of Torture/Harassment, Mentions of Kidnapping, Mentions of Past Psychological Torture, Isolation | 0/12]

Bound by Blood and Duty [COD | Mafia!Gaz/Mafia!Reader | Mafia AU]

Untouched [ COD | Ghost/Female Oc | Smut, Sort of Kidnapping, Coercion, Kind of Forced Marriage | Western AU | 0/19]

Jurassic Warfare [ COD | Call of the Jurassic AU | Canon Typical Violence, Gore and Blood, Canon Typical Language, Descriptions of Wounds and Gore, Animal Death | 0/7]

Silver Tongue, Golden Words [ COD | Dragon!Ghost/Sacrifice!Gaz | Warnings | Fantasy AU | 0/17]

The Tapes [ COD | Killer!Gaz/Reporter!Reader | Violence and Gore | 0/5]

The Kiss That Was [COD | Laswell/Handywoman!Reader | Smut | 0/♾️]

Upon Dark Wings [COD | Ghoap | NA | Swan Princess AU]

Actions Have Consequences - A new captain is assigned when Price goes AWOL, but gets put in a tough position when the 141 reunite with Price

Assets Become Liabilities - A team is sent to hunt down Price after he goes AWOL after shooting Shepherd

Stand By My Grave [COD | Ghoap | Major Character Death, Canon Typical Violence | Pet Semetary AU]

In Your Arms I Found Peace [COD | Ghost x Female OC |

When One Night Becomes A Lifetime [COD

Through the Eyes of a Songbird [COD

Mermaid!Reader Fic [COD @/deeptrashwitch request

Completed

Completed works or works that I do not intend to continue.

Worship [ COD | Gaz/Female Reader | Body Worship, Grinding | One Shot]

Silver Platter [ COD | Price/Female Reader | Harassment, Slight Intoxication | One Shot]

Slip of the Tongue [ COD | Gaz/Female Reader | Dry Humping | One Shot]

Need A Light? [ COD | Price/Reader | Drinking | One Shot]

Safe and Sound [ COD | Price/Reader | Panic Attacks | One Shot]

Echolocation [ COD | Ghost & Soap | One Shot]

His Thoughts [ COD | Ghost/Reader | Rape/Non Con Elements, Aftermath of Torture, Blood and Gore | [Oneshot]

Morning Glory [ COD | Laswell/Female Reader | Smut, Praise Kink, Hairpulling | One Shot]

In The Rain [ COD | Price/Female OC | One Shot]

Sleepover [ COD | Price/Reader | Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism mention, Grind and Grope, Mentions of Drug Use (prescription), Suicidal Thoughts | One Shot]

Eye to Eye [ COD | Soap/Female Reader | Stalking, Non-Consensual Bondage, Non-Consensual Voyeurism, Rape/Non-Con | One Shot]

[myrcxlla]

Of Killers and Devils

PROLOGUE

Driven by a tradegy that has haunted her for most of her life, after the death of a notorious clan leader, Nakai Tanako rises to the top with just one goal in mind. Vengeance.

Saturo x Fem!OC character, (mentioned/assumed) Nanami x Fem!OC character

Warnings/triggers: angst, murder, mentions of cannibalism, cheating, violence, death/gore, dub con, non con, forced pregnancy, miscarriage. This story does not have a happy ending.

"2 years before Yuji Itadori"

AFTER ALL, KILLING HIM WAS THE PEACE SHE NEEDED. Her knuckles tightened as the twist of her wrist arose deadly thorns of gore from her fingers, and when her eyes widened, blood gushing from his neck and dousing the skin of her forearm, she was hit with a wave of satisfaction that she chose to hook her technique’s sharp blade into his carotid artery. Fatal enough to ensure his death, but slow enough where she got to enjoy watching every last second of her father’s miserable life drain away, taking one pathetic breath with him.

She knew it would take mere seconds for him to fade into dust, pleading, but that's all she needed.

Just a few seconds.

Long enough for the wretched man to stare into the eyes of the monster he, and every other member of the clan birthed by the dark intentions and desires of others, helped create. The living incarnation of sins coming back to sow justice for a girl who once dreamed, and another who loved.

He begged for mercy once more. Just loud enough to send birds flying and the ruins of a home creak in pity. She stood crouched on top of him long enough for the high of his bloodshed to fade. Her hand wrapped around what was left of his neck, the other lengthened in long ropes of thorns, slowly dispersing around her entire body, waiting. Waiting for something. Waiting for an apology. But the only thing that came was the chill as his blood cooled on her skin and the knowledge that not even toward the end, her power was cheered. 

“Tanako-sama,”

It wasnt until the door behind her creaked open that she released him, the weight of his guilt and control lifting away as his corpse dropped from her arms. 

“Do come in, Celeste.”

“I’m sorry, it was not my intention to interrupt. But, everyone has already settled in the Grand Room, and they ask for–” the foreign girl of pale blue eyes stared at the body beneath her friend’s feet, “--Mister Tanako. Should I explain to them?”

She grinned. “There's no need. They came at the request of the clan’s leader.”

“So, was it true then? Your plan, Nakai?”

She walked through the empty space of the office and onto the en suite. “It was never a question.” She turned the water and waited until swirls of warmth embraced her skin and began rinsing the blood spatters from her arms. “Of course it was always true, my dearest.”

Celeste nodded. “How did it feel?”

Her hands gripped the edge of the sink, and she leaned forward to stare at herself in the mirror. In the corner, Celeste could see the small smile gracing her lips. “How did it feel?” Her heart did not skip a beat while at it. No sudden fire emerging from her fingertips, no stronger power surging from her. “Not as emotional as I thought. Rather boring, I'm afraid. How much did you hear?”

Celeste reached for a towel and dried her arms clean, chasing behind as Nakai walked back into the office and reached for a brand new Haori. The pink one, one her father had gifted her not long before his macabre death. 

“I didn't hear much, just enough,” Celeste chuckled. “It is not surprising, you are the hardest person to please.”

She smirked as she allowed Celeste to place the garment over her bloody kimono, before she headed back to stand over her father. She gazed down at him, his black eyes staring vacantly at the ceiling, his mouth opened and petrified, much like he always forced hers to be. 

She laughed, a great, silly laugh. “Funny is all.”

She kicked his leg out of the way, his hideous crocodile boots splashed in the blood that pooled beneath his body. “Things go a little messy, though.” Sighing, she pinched the bridge of her nose. “Will the head of the Gojo clan show up this time?”

“Saturo Gojo is here, and he wishes to speak to you, privately, afterward.” Celeste answered, following like a lost puppy behind its master. “Don't worry about the mess, I'll take care of it. Will you speak to him this time, or will you have me do it?”   

A spark of hope shone in her eyes, but the sudden chuckle from Nakai made the smile on her own face disappear. "I will speak to him. In the meantime, I need you to find Geto for me, tell him I will support his cause."

Celeste seemed to stop, breathing only sightly.

"Support?"

She nodded, without responding, and allowed it to sink that this was the last moment she would ever spend in the presence of her father. His little girl, innocent, naive, Nakai, is at fault for his death. Closing her eyes, she breathed deep, searching for a silver string of regret. 

There was none.

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

The sound broke the silence and it made her gag, repulsed, scratching from her insides and the vile she was forced to hold down in the back of her throat. “Celeste,” she called. “Hand me that.” She pointed to the golden watch on her father’s limp arm. 

Celeste did not hold for a moment. She kneeled down and pulled the handkerchief from her breast pocket, then reached for the shiny, date watch. 

Tick. 

Tick. 

Tick. 

Nakai placed it around her wrist, despite the anger surging from the pit of her stomach, she embraced it as her own. Once a little girl who admired the godly thing, now wore what her father most loved. It was a final ‘fuck you!’ to him, at least. She straightened her back and took a deep breath, then stroked long locks of black away from her face. 

In the peak of it all, with gentle pulls of her hair and the braid that formed behind her neck and caressed her back, Celeste watched her. Their relationship was often mistaken, but never by them. To Celeste, Nakai Tanako, daughter and heir of the Sacred Clan, was her beloved and trusted friend. 

To Nakai, however, Celeste was only her servant. 

A simple monkey at her command.

“What should I do with the body?” 

Her features were covered by the shadows of the cold room, but the smile on her face seeped through with a horrifying resplendor. “Don’t care,” her voice was too sweet as she began to walk out the office. “Leave him to rot. Erm, better yet…” she singsonged, “Feed him to those pigs in the Grand Room. Save the best for Gojo.” 

[peachywritesstuff]

Wendigo,Xavier Thorpe

Xavier Thorpe fanfiction!

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘:

❝dont make me eat you. I was just starting to like you.❞

WENDIGOS. One of the most feared monsters in the history of the supernatural. Even they were not welcomed to Nevermore. Chased out of the school out of fear and hatred. Since then,none of the existing wendigos have stepped foot onto Nevermore soil in almost 200 years. Until Poppy Imber was born. That's when everything changed.

Soon after when she arrived to Nevermore chaos soon followed. People started turning up dead,and every creature at Nevermore thinks she is responsible. How would one feel if (almost) every single person thinks that you are a cold blooded killer?And besides,she was not free from the notorious 'bear' in the woods either. It was hunting her.A monster hunting another monster. Kinda ironic.

On top of that Nevermore has it's own deep dark secrets lying in the pages of the dusty books in the not so secrect library. Someone or something wants Poppy to dig deep,deeper than anyone has ever dug before and find out what the school is hiding. And find out how she is responsible for the schools ultimate demise along with Wednesday Addams. They always say the the truth will set one free ......right?

Being hunted,becoming a detective,falling in love,having weird dreams of a woman who looks like you,almost dying multiple times, and learning the identity of Nevermore's (other) monster.

Poppy is really enjoying her first year at Nevermore. It's honestly a blast.

Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x black!femreader

Genre/s: Romance,Thriller,Mystery

Tags/Warnings: mentions of past bullying,murder,fake friends,gore,blood,violence,romance, flesh eating monsters,blood lovesick Xavier, smut,sexual scenes, explicit,mature content, a lil dark, oc is dealing with some shit,black!fem!oc!,plus size oc,maybe kidnapping?, teenage hormones, maybe Wednesday has some feelings.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓:

000| the accident

[ls-daydreams]

~Writeblr Intro~

Photo © Cate Brodersen on Unsplash

Hello, everyone! I'm a tumblr ancient who's been lurking around writeblr for a while now, but never actually made an intro post or interacted with peeps within the community, so here I am!

☆ ABOUT ME ☆

name: Laura  |  birthday: 26.09.1997  |  pronouns: she/her

languages: Romanian (native), English (fluent), Korean (conversational; been casually learning on and off for about 6 years), can somewhat understand Spanish and Italian

studies: BA in Scriptwriting, MA in Film Production Management

interests & hobbies: sudoku, crosswords, cooking & baking, tennis, collecting things, losing myself in canva edits & spotify playlists

what i’m doing now: working as a newbie librarian, trying to write my first novel, losing my mind over my characters

☆ ABOUT MY WRITING ☆

what i like: everything. i love me some nice variety in my genres, themes, and mediums. being absorbed into new worlds and learning from my peers is why i enjoy reading and why i’m a writer

what i write: in two words, murder gays. in more words, i usually write psychological thrillers intertwined with romance and mystery. after i’m done with my massive old-ass WIP (Metanoia, my beloved), i’ll dabble into taking the idiots-in-love into other genres (i already have some ideas for dark fantasy, sci fi & dystopian stories)

recurring things: characters who are demisexual/on the ace spectrum, deep connections between two people who can truly understand only each other, obsession, the concept of beauty in ugliness, death (as rebirth, as a companion to life, as a cause for grief), generational trauma, nature vs. nurture, loneliness vs. solitude

mediums: my current WIP is a novel, but i also write film and TV scripts and like to come up with transmedia experiences too - check out Forget-Me-Not for glimpses of those.

Below the cut are more details about some of my works~ I hope to make loads of friends, read all of your wonderful stories, and meet all of your OCs, so please interact with this post and I’ll check you out! I follow from my main, @sarcasticjuiceboxes ​! Bless you for reading this~

METANOIA - novel & eventual TV series

themes - nature vs. nurture, familial relationships, the illusion of choice

summary: Set in the tiny fictional town of Plain River, the story follows 25-year-old Malachi Azevedo as he tries to regain his memories after an "accident" erases the first 18 years of his life. Stuck caring for his ever-ailing mother, plagued by intrusive thoughts of self-harm, and constantly feeling like an impostor living in the wrong skin, Malachi latches onto The Void - a familiar voice in his head - to cope. He’s convinced The Void was someone important to his former self and tries to find him despite everyone around him denying such a person ever existed. It's this desperate search, along with his fight for independence, which lead Mal down a rabbit hole of love, violence, and hidden truths and force him to finally reconcile with the person he used to be.

warnings - blood, gore, depression, amnesia, abuse, kidnapping, gaslighting, attempted suicide, murder, death

word count - x

status - currently writing

FORGET-ME-NOT - feature film

summary: Haunted by never-ending tragedies, reporter Seo Joon decides to end his life in an almost derelict bath house. It's there he runs into a pair of odd strangers who force him to pick a side when they get into a violent fight, Seo Joon accidentally ending up killing one to save the other. A connection immediately forms between Seo Joon and the rescued stranger, Yul, who convinces the former to put off his initial plans.

It's only the next morning that Seo Joon learns two things: Yul is a photographer working for the police, and the man they killed was completely certain Yul was a serial killer trying to claim him as the next victim.

themes - grief, peculiar love, beauty in ugliness

warnings - murder, suicide, death, blood, panic attacks

word count - ~26k words

status - complete

story & more details (character profiles, inspo, etc) here | mobile friendly here

FLAT 27 - short film

summary: Detached from society and impaired by his deteriorating mental state, writer Ryan latches onto one of the last things that can still keep him going - his novel. He fixates on trying to finally finish it, but the incessant noises in his head prevent him from concentrating as he hasn't slept for days on end.

His inspiration is finally awakened when he overhears a tormented cello playing from the neighbouring apartment. Ryan grows dependent on the music to write, believing his neighbour, Damien, is playing specifically for him, and they're bonded through their art despite never exchanging a single word. When Damien starts to show a disconnect by refusing to play as usual and inviting a third person into their "bubble", Ryan is tempted into a depraved act that finally brings him face to face with his delusions.

themes - obsession, solitute vs. loneliness, real vs. manufactured self

warnings - insomnia, stalking, unreality, death

word count - ~3k words

status - completed (script), in production (film)

story & more details (character profiles, inspo, etc) here | mobile friendly here

More works available to check out - web here | mobile here

Thanks so much for reading! Hit me up and let’s get a-friending ♥

[certifiedwhore4slashers]

Jealousy isn’t the best Policy

pairing(s): ethan landry x reader, oc x reader

summary: you introduced your boyfriend to the friend group, little did you know the disaster that would occur.

warnings: possessiveness, yandere, ethan literally being a yandere, gore, blood, violence, murder, toxicity, obsession, stalking, alcohol use, etc..

sorry about the fics like this one I have already wrote. I just like the idea of possessive!ethan🫣 but I will write other ways to show that. and if you already saw a snippet of this, no you didn’t.

also you can tell I don’t drink so bare with me lmao.

“Come on this party’s gonna be fun, You assure your boyfriend, whose arm was around your waist. “What if they don’t like me? Your friends, I mean? Taylor asks.

“They’ll love you, You smile. Your friends were fairly nice. Mindy was just brutally honest and blunt, but your other friends were sweet.

“Wow, looking good, Y/n, Chad said. It was obvious he was drunk. “Thanks Chad! You grin. Taylor smiles.”You do look good. Was that a friend of yours?”

“Mhm, you hum.”You want something to drink?” “I’m good, I’ll probably have to drive you home anyways, Taylor chuckled.

You shrug.”Well, come on, we came together so I really want to introduce you to my friends.” Anika and Mindy were sitting together and quickly enough Ethan and Chad were together, finding a girl for Ethan which made you kind of laugh.

“Hey! You say. “Hey Y/n, Ethan said, His face turning red. You were sort of oblivious but Taylor could tell Ethan liked you, his grip on your waist tightened. You pull him aside.

“Uh, you okay? You ask your boyfriend. “I’m fine, He whispers.”I just don’t trust him.” “Ethan? You whisper.”He’s only a friend. Besides they’re trying to find him a girlfriend. We have been for like months.”

“I don’t know. There’s something off about him, Taylor said. “It’s his eyes, You sigh.”I promise. He likes Chad so he will like you.”

“Okay, I trust you, Taylor said. “Ethan, meet Taylor, Chad you already saw him, You grin. “You’re Y/N’s boyfriend right? Ethan said, slight bitterness in his voice.

“Something off, man? Chad asks, noticing his tone. “I’m fine, Ethan said. “Mhm, Taylor smiled proudly.”We’ve been together for four months now. I heard their friends were sweet.”

“That’s great, Y/N! Anika said, somehow overhearing everything and coming up by you. “You want to get a drink with me? Mindy’s distracted, Anika offers.

“Sure, You say, then turn to your boyfriend,”I’ll be back, I promise.” You peck his lips then go with Anika, who was Mindy’s Girlfriend.

They fit well together. And were more so similar than different from each other. You hadn’t even drank yet and so you wanted to enjoy it tonight.

You didn’t see Tara yet, and you wouldn’t catch Sam at a frat party, god no. Not that you blamed her, with those ridiculous rumors on the internet that Richie was innocent and Sam was the real killer.

You found it laughable that people seriously adored Richie. They obviously didn’t have a high IQ. Anika smiled as you made your drink which was just a beer to start off with.

“Nothing to mix it with? She smirks. “Nah, not yet, You chuckled, sipping your beer. "Now I should get back to Taylor and you should be with your girlfriend. Maybe she’s drunk right now.”

Anika playfully hit your shoulder but did go to back to Mindy. And you went back to your boyfriend. “You smell like beer, He chuckled. “That’s my drink, you grin, holding the red plastic cup.

“I swear, is something wrong dude? Chad asks, noticing Ethan’s intense glare. You noticed too, and felt kind of worried. “Yeah, Ethan, are you okay? You asks.

“I’m fine, god why does everyone keep asking me that? He complains, going to a different room. “Just tired I assume, Chad explained.

“He probably is just tired, You mumble, Taylor kissing you which made you forget about your grumpy friend.

For a little while at least because Chad then came back and asked,”Have any of you seen Ethan? He said he had to get some fresh air and didn’t come back. We were his ride back.”

“Isn’t he your roommate? You ask. “Yeah but that doesn’t really matter right now, Chad said worriedly. “Well he isn’t that hard to miss, Mindy said.”He probably just went home.”

“I hope so, You muttered. You were worried but your boyfriend who stuck by your side said assuringly,”He’s fine, y/n. Try having more fun.”

“You’re right, You smile, continuing to drink your beer then got another. By your fourth drink you were quite drunk. But at least your boyfriend was sober. He only had sodas.

“You’re really drunk, y/n, let’s go back, Taylor said. “oookay, you slurred, barely able to stand up as held you up by your waist, getting to your car.

You had long forgotten that Ethan had suddenly left and simply disappeared. But you weren’t sober anymore.

But because of that you didn’t know you were being stalked. “Y/n, I think someone is following us, Taylor said as the both of you walk to your car but slowly.

“N-No… You hiccuped.”I doonnn’t think sooo.” He opened the door for you and you got in but struggled.

“I’m pretty sure someone is, Taylor said, gripping the steering wheel nervously. You quickly passed out as he drove. Not realizing his phone which connected to the Bluetooth, rang.

It read unknown number and Taylor knew that if this was like a horror movie, he better not ignore it. So he picked up, even if it wasn’t a killer. “Hello? He said softly, you still passed out from being drunk.

You were more so passed out, but could hear your boyfriend speak. Your eyes opened quick, recognizing who he was talking to. "Hang up! You exclaimed.

"Hello, Y/N. I love hearing your voice."

You hang up for him. Your boyfriend focusing on driving. Your heart was beating so fast you were sure you would die or have a heart attack.

You noticed he was going fast. "You okay, Taylor? You asked. He frowns. "I'm fine." You knew he was calmer since he slowed down, he added, "Someone probobly was pranking us, Y/n."

You shrug, slowly closing your eyes since you were still kind of drunk. You were so exhausted. Maybe you shouldn't have drank. You knew you were close to home.

your boyfriend shook you awake. "Come on, we need to get inside! Taylor said, panicked. You nod, following behind him inside. You quickly push the button for the elevator.

You both quickly go inside, but before it could close, Ghostface quickly came inside, then it closed. However, instead of focusing on you, He quickly came closer to Taylor. "Please, don't kill him! You begged, but you could only fight him off. You quickly jumped on him, he moved while you were on his back, trying to grab his knife which would kill Taylor.

However, he didn't even hurt you, just threw you off of him while you roughly hit the cold floor. You were surprised you weren't knocked out cold. You almost were. He could've killed your boyfriend but the door opened.

You both quickly ran out while the door closed, Ghostface didn't even bother . You wondered what his plan was. Couldn't be good. You were closer to his place than yours.

He unlocks his door, closing it then locking it. "I think we're okay now, Taylor panted. You sigh of relief. "I hope so." Suddenly, Ghostface came up from behind, stabbing him many times. "Y/n is mine, Ghostface said.

Taylor exclaimed, "What the fuck? Y/N do you know him?" You were surprised. "No, I don't. I swear." You help fight him off of Taylor, which didn't help since his knife could've stabbed you.

"Leave him alone! You said, grabbing a kitchen knife but witnessed your own boyfriend being stabbed then he fell, he was dead. You begin sobbing but when you see Ghostface lunging for you, You run. Of course you run.

You held on to the knife, in case you would need to defend yourself. which you would. You hide behind a wall, making sure you didn't look at your now dead boyfriend. You couldn't. You loved him so much. But right now, you couldn't get yourself killed.

You were confident you would be okay until Ghostface grabbed your arm, pulling you into his chest. You squirm, but you remember when he basically claimed you. You recognized his voice.

"Wait, I... recognize your voice, You said. "You finally figured it out, He said, taking off his mask. "Ethan? You said.

He smirks. "Why did you kill him? You asked. Well, You kind of had an idea but didn't want to believe it. "Like I said, You're mine, he touched what wasn't his, Ethan said.

You stepped back since you escaped his grip. "I'm not yours... You said nervously. He simply laughed, but his glare was dark, intense. His Jaw clenched.

"Don't be silly, Y/n. You are mine, I will kill anyone who goes against that."

[mattslolita]

psycho killer - c. sturniolo ( 003. )

in which ... a killer is terrorizing the town of boston and charmaine soon realizes she's the final girl in his twisted game.

ghostface!chris x black!fem oc

warnings ; blood , gore , death , eventual smut , angst , ghostface!chris , final girl! oc

"𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒎𝒆, 𝒊'𝒎 𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒓𝒆!"

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰

news reporters and police officers swarmed the entrance to somerville high school — even with madison riding next to her in officer levine's police car, charmaine still wished she would be swallowed whole by the earth. there was no way she could stand all that.

madison bit her lip as she drummed her fingers along the door, and charmaine could see the girl visibly shaking. she looked up and saw officer levine give both girls a sympathetic smile. "i know it's gonna be difficult for you girls, but you'll be safer here at school."

"yeah, unless we get accused for murder," madison scoffed quietly, glancing over at charmaine, "honestly, there's no way people aren't gonna mob us."

"they've got me on speed dial in case someone does," officer levine reassured the girls. charmaine looked up then, a tired half smile on her face.

"thanks, officer," the older girl mumbled, turning to look at madison, "let's just get this over with, okay?"

madison nodded hesitantly, and both girls hurriedly stepped outside the police the car — no sooner than a minute later just after madison linked her arm with charmaine's the two girls got overran by all the reporters.

"what was the attack like?"

"who attacked you? do you know who it was?"

"did one of you kill morgan maldonado?"

"did you team up to kill her?"

charmaine felt her blood boil at the comment — she was about to lash out right then and there, let every report there have it. but then she saw her friend group hurrying to approach the two girls, causing her nerves to slow just slightly.

charmaine felt her breathing begin to shallow as chris, matt, nick, and alahna all came up to the two girls. noticing her panic, chris was quick to whisk the girl to the side so she could calm herself down. "char, i need you to breathe for me."

looking up at chris, charmaine felt herself slowly beginning to calm as his azure eyes looked into hers worriedly. he steadied her with both his hands on her waist. when charmaine looked past chris though, she could see the eyes of almost all the student body on her. and she began to feel even worse when she saw they were also looking at madison — tears brimmed her eyes.

"hey, it's okay," chris whispered to the girl, pulling her into a hug, holding her close, "i'm so glad you're okay."

"i'm glad madi's okay," charmaine mumbled into chris's shoulder, letting out a breath, "i can't believe morgan's gone."

charmaine pulled away from chris, wiping away at the tears that escaped her eyes. "how're you feeling? i'm so sorry morgan's gone..."

chris's eyes went downcast and her took a grim expression, and the brunette boy shook his head, running a hand through his hair. "me either. we were supposed to go to prom together and everything..."

charmaine's heart ached for her best friend — although she was in love with chris, she knew that morgan made him so happy. she was their number one supporter, and she would always be the one who'd try and resolve it whenever they got into a fight. charmaine was so sad that now she wouldn't get to see them grow together — even if she did wish it was her chris could've grown with.

"oh char," alahna said, coming up towards charmaine and pulling her into a big hug, "i'm so glad you're safe, baby."

"yeah, me too i guess," charmaine said, hugging alahna back tightly, "i'm just glad you weren't there."

"hey, it's my turn now!" nick said, motioning for alahna to let go, causing the curtis girl to roll her eyes and step aside as nick moved to hug her, "i'm so sorry, char."

"it's okay, nick," charmaine said, smiling softly.

"and now everyone's gonna be looking at us like we're criminals," madison scoffed, shaking her head and looking around.

and of course, everyone was staring at the two girls — the whispers weren't so subtle, and charmaine wished she could punch the shit out of everyone. but she knew that wasn't gonna change anything.

"hey, we know you two are innocent," matt said with a frown, rubbing madison's back comfortingly, "especially you madi, you couldn't hurt a fly."

"truth, i've had to kill plenty of bugs for her whenever we hang out," nick added, causing madison to roll her eyes playfully and hit nick's chest.

"we've been best friends for too long for me to ever think any different of you, charm," alahna said, smiling at charmaine softly. 

"well, i'm glad you believe me, lans," charmaine smiled weakly, letting out a sigh, "i just wish everyone else could've been there to know the truth."

as the triplets and alahna attempted to comfort the girls, charmaine couldn't help but notice that chris hadn't left her side once — it was like he was rooted in his spot there, and charmaine could feel the butterflies in her stomach at the thought; even though madison was his best friend too, it was like chris was mostly worried about charmaine.

"listen, the bell's about to ring," chris suddenly whispered to charmaine, "you wanna head to class?"

taken aback by the sudden action, charmaine's cheeks warmed and she nodded. "yeah, i guess so. i'll see you guys later."

"yeah, see you later, char," matt said softly, pulling his best friend into a side hug. "just text any of us if you need someone to skip with you, okay?"

"yeah," charmaine said, giving matt a small smile, "thanks matt."

the second oldest triplet smiled at the girl, as chris and her began walking away from the group. charmaine hoped either nick or matt would walk madison to class, being that alahna and madison aren't as close yet, and she didn't want there to be tension between them. charmaine met alahna and the triplets before she met madison, so naturally she was closer to alahna — but she loved both the girls the same regardless, and she hoped they could get along with each other.

the walk to their class started off silent, until charmaine caught chris sneaking glances at her. "okay, what is it, chris?"

chris sighed, fully turning to charmaine, both of them having stopped in the hallway. chris ran a hand through his hair again. "i'm just really sorry i couldn't be there for you, chari."

charmaine caught herself smiling at the use of the nickname — whilst everyone else either called her char or even charm, only chris had ever called her chari, which was the combination of her first and middle name. it made her feel special in a way, especially since he never had any nicknames like that for morgan.

"it's better you weren't there, actually," charmaine laughed humorlessly, "otherwise that's another friend i would've lost."

"oh, so are you saying i can't protect you?" chris joked with a grin, causing charmaine to roll her eyes playfully, "i'm a lacrosse player, i could easily beat his ass."

charmaine laughed. "mhm, playing lacrosse doesn't make you strong, chris!"

both teens laughed before a serious expression took over chris's face, and he folded his arms across his chest, looking down at charmaine — she raised an eyebrow at him as he narrowed his eyes at her slightly. "you do know i'm always gonna be there, right charmaine?"

charmaine should not be finding what chris is doing attractive, but she does — after all, morgan's not here anymore. wow, she was so horrible for even thinking something like that. she was a horrible friend.

"yeah, i know, chris," charmaine answered slowly, glancing up at him, unable to maintain the eye contact.

"okay."

as the two teens continued walking with each other, charmaine couldn't stop pondering on their moment they shared just now — of course, it was only something between really close friends. there was nothing more that lingered there, and charmaine needed to remind herself of that.

when they reached charmaine's first class, she sighed and stopped at the door, turning to face chris. he looked down at her with a small grin, causing charmaine to roll her eyes. "i'll see you later, chris."

pulling the boy into one last hug for the time being, she hurriedly walked into her first class of the day. all the while, with his arms crossed over his chest and leaning against the door frame, chris had watched the girl's every movement, never taking his eyes off of her. charmaine sat down in her seat and set her bag beside her, and she ran a hand through her hair just then. chris's jaw ticked at the looks she received, and he knew that she'd probably need to get away from them all soon — charmaine looked towards the door and saw chris still there; when she gave him a reassuring smile, is when he finally decided to walk away from where he was head to his own classroom.

💌 lil

i'm giggling i love overprotective chris🤭 a little bit jealous chris in the next part😏

@luverboychris @muwapsturniolo @eyeliketoeatpoosay @mattsturniolosleftnut @mrssturnioloo @mattsivy @guccifrog @prettiest-poision @e1ias3 @breeloveschris @summerssover @l0akkzz

[doggone-devil]

Louis Boudreaux: Info Page (Hazbin Hotel OC)

Louis is a Sinner/Demon residing in Hell and currently a personal assistant to Alastor, the Radio Demon.

She died age 22, has vibrant pink hair, mocha brown skin, and dark hooves on hands and feet with vibrant pink tips. Their appearance has traits resembling a goat, although they only have one horn showing.

Her outfit consists of a black sweater vest, a white collared undershirt, and red pants with black stripes.

Life Before Hell: A Tragic Backstory

(Trigger Warning: violence, abuse, alcohol, SA)

Louis was born and raised in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. She lived with her mother, father, and identical twin brother, Maurice. For the most part, her childhood was normal. She found a love in horror, gore, violence, and murder. However, behind close doors, there were problems. Her father was an abusive alcoholic who constantly beat her mother, having near nightly fights in the kitchen or out on the front porch. Louis would always grab her brother, Maurice, and stay shut in their room, playing with toys or watching movies.

As Louis grew older, her fascination with gore grew and she began to develop slight traits that would worry most. Yet she cared for her brother, played nice with other children, and would even help with chores around the house. She was a very charismatic, friendly, and confident child.

Sadly, when she turned 15, her mother left. That was when her father began abusing her. It started with simple slaps, punches if she talked back, but she accepted them in fear of her brother being the next target. She would do anything to protect her brother. Anything. And so when her father threatened to sexually assault the very thing she loved most in the world, she snapped and killed him.

It came as no surprise to Louis that she killed, having dreamt of it before. She felt exhilarated, high off the adrenaline, but that soon worn off when she realized the consequences. Tell her brother that they would be separated if he didn't help her, Louis managed to rope him in, hiding their father's body. Age 17 now, Louis had her license, and so they stole their dad's van and fled the state.

Louis became a serial killer, killing for over a year before the fatal death of her brother in 2021. Afterwards, she fled again, resuming her killings for two more years before she, too, was shot down by police.

[dethronetheveil]

Like a Villain | Part Five

Pairing: Noah x OC (Christie/Chris)

Warnings: mention of murder, murder, blood, violence, gore, cursing, mentions of weapons, use of weapons, mentions of death [be careful before you read on. this is the most intense installation and there is a looot of violence.]

Synopsis: Part Five- Chris is fighting for her life and secrets are unveiled. Will she make it out? What will happen to the crew?

Word Count: 3.8k

Tag List: @ladyveronikawrites , @catj422 , @asilentsiren

I could feel his hot breath against my neck as he let out a short, blood chilling laugh. My heart was pounding in my chest and I began to feel dizzy. I didn’t know how much longer I was going to be able to stand here, but I also didn’t know how much longer Folio was going to keep me alive.

“How did you know it was me, princess?”

His words sounded like hisses, and each came out hot from his lips. I took a trembly breath, “Don’t fucking call me that-” before I could finish my sentence, I could feel footsteps against the carpet and there was a glimmer of hope. Someone was there and they could help me. It would be 2 against 1, and there was no way Folio would be able to fight off two people alone.

“Folio?” It was Noah’s voice, and my heart leapt.

Before Folio could respond, I yelled, “Noah, Noah, please help,” my voice cracking with every word.

Folio turned both of us around with one solid motion, and we were facing Noah now. “Noah, Noah, help,” Folio repeated mockingly, and then pushed me towards Noah. I ran into his chest and tried my best to tune out Folio’s laughter in the background.

I placed my hands against Noah’s chest in an attempt to push him back out the door. We needed to leave. Now. “Noah, come on let’s go. He’s fucking crazy, he just held a fucking knife to my throat. I-I think he’s the killer.” Noah didn’t move. In fact he stood completely still and there was something different in his eyes. They appeared black, completely void of emotion, and all I could hear was Folio clapping behind us.

“Well done, princess. You figured out half of the puzzle. You should ask your boyfriend to fill you in on the rest.”

I instinctively began to shake my head and I removed my hands from Noah’s chest, no longer feeling safe near him, “Noah what the fuck is he talking about?”

A spine chilling smirk appeared on Noah’s face and as his face changed, he pulled out an equally silver knife, covered in dry blood. I shook my head faster and took a clumsy step backwards, landing right back into Folio’s arms. I shrieked as he wrapped his arms back around me, but this time he didn’t hold the knife to my throat. How thoughtful. I could feel my entire body begin to tremble once again and I was trying so hard not to cry. I could feel the pressure behind my eyes, though, and I knew it would come soon. Folio began to run his hand over my hair in a fucked up attempt to comfort me, “Shh, princess, don’t be scared. Noah just wants to tell you a little story.”

I watched as Noah took slow steps towards us, and this is when the tears began to fall down my cheeks. He held the knife in front of him, and when he was directly in front of me, he held the tip of the knife to my collar bone and smiled down at my skin, as he drew blood from a tiny scratch he made. I let out a mix between a groan and a sob as he muttered, “Oops,” and then cleaned my blood off of my collar bone with his thumb and licked it off of his finger all in one fluid motion.

“You’re fucking crazy!” I shouted at I didn’t know who. I was so confused. Noah was so sweet and trustworthy, and he would never hurt me. So why was he licking my blood like it was the juice of the Gods? Was this some weird sex thing?

“Ooh, Chris, don’t say that. Wouldn’t want to upset the guy with the knife,” Noah replied and pressed the knife back to my collar bone, adding more pressure this time. My body wanted to scream, but I was choking on my tears, while also trying to stop shaking so much because it was pushing the knife against my skin even deeper.

“Why the fuck are you doing this?”

“Ooh, this is my favorite part. Tell her, Noah,” Folio replied, grabbing me even tighter.

“This is a big day for you, Chris. You’re about to find out some intense shit. Folio, don’t let her squirm too much.”

“You got it,” Folio grabbed a chunk of my hair with one hand and wrapped his other hand around my waist. I gasped and let out a wild sob. “She won’t try anything now.”

Noah walked even closer to me, lowered the knife to my stomach and he placed his other hand on my cheek, wiping away one of my tears, “I’m sorry you had to find out like this, Chris. You really were so much cooler than I thought you’d be.”

“Wha-”

“Don’t fucking interrupt me anymore, Chris! Please, please just let me explain.” He moved a step backwards and placed the knife back against my collar bone. “You know how I said my mother was murdered? Well, that was true. That whole thing was true. Do you know who did it, Chris? Do you want to fucking know who did it?” I could feel Folio pull my hair harder in anticipation, “It was your fucking father, Chris.”

I felt like all of the air had been knocked out of me, and my knees gave way, causing me to slip out of Folio’s grasp just slightly, but his grip on my hair was still aggressively intact. I let out a yelp as I felt my hair being pulled, what felt like completely out of my scalp, and then I felt Folio scoop me back up into his arms, “Get back here you slippery little bitch, we’re not done with you,” he hissed.

Once I was standing back up straight, I glared at Noah, “You’re a fucking liar. I-I haven’t seen my dad in years. H-he left when I was little. I-”

“And why the fuck do you think that is, Chris? C’mon, don’t be stupid. He ran! He killed my mother and he ran, like a fucking coward!” Noah, spit out back in my face. “And since he’s dropped off the face of the goddamn planet, I just have to settle for the second best thing,” he finished and moved the knife to the top of my chest. He then slid the blade from one side of my chest to the other. He took his time with it and it was excruciating. I could feel the metal slicing into me and it felt freezing cold. I couldn’t help but let out a scream. As I did this, Folio pulled my hair back harder than he ever had, and I could feel the tears falling down my cheeks at an even faster rate. My vision began to go blurry, but I knew Noah wasn’t done. Or at least, I wasn’t done with him.

“Wh-why did you kill all of those other people?”

“Practice.”

“Why the fuck is Folio here?”

“He was like a son to my mother, so obviously he had some grievances he wanted to settle, but he’s graciously allowing me to finish the job myself. He’s just here to help.”

“Y-you’re going to fucking kill me. How do I even know you’re telling the truth about my dad?”

“Well, I guess you don’t, but that won’t really matter in a few minutes, will it?”

“How the fuck did you find me, Noah? Why did you do all of that? Why did you get me to like you?”

“Awe, how cute. Princess liked you, Noah,” Folio said with a gaudy laugh, that caused me to physically cringe.

“Shut the fuck up, Folio,” Noah spat out and held the knife out to point at Folio’s face. “And, Chris, I needed to know you, I needed to earn your trust. I wanted you to know how much it hurt me to lose my mom. I want you to feel the pain that I have felt for so many years.”

“Noah, please. Killing me is not going to bring your mom back.”

“Nope, but it will make me feel good to know that your fucking dad lost someone important to him too.”

“What if he never finds out, Noah? Your fucking plan is stupid.”

This must have angered him, because he swiftly cut another slice into my skin, right across the other slice, creating an ‘X’ in my skin. I was unfortunately getting more and more used to the feeling of the knife against my skin, so I only let out a groan this time around.

“He will fucking find out, because I am going to find him and tell him my fucking self. I want to see the pain on his face, knowing that his precious daughter is fucking dead. And then I am going to tear him limb from limb and watch him fucking suffer.”

I could hear Folio laughing into my ear and my body wouldn’t stop shaking, “I-I thought you said you couldn’t find him.”

Noah smirked wildly, “You see, I couldn’t at first, and that’s why I tracked you down, but that’s why I took a little week long vacation of sorts. I found out a lot of information,” he tapped my already bloody skin with the sharp tip of the knife with every word he said.

I couldn’t let him kill my dad; I just found out my dad is still somewhere out there. That meant I couldn’t let him kill me either. I had to figure out a way to escape. I began to look around the room as best I could to see if there was anything I could come up with, but I was drawing a blank. It was pretty hard trying to think when your life was at risk. Shocker. I decided to just wing it. I had to at least try something.

There was a lull in conversation and I let out a shrill laugh that went on for a few seconds. I could see Noah looking at me inquisitively, but I didn’t stop. I was so dedicated to this new plan that my stomach began to ache and my head began to hurt from how much energy I was using to laugh this maniacally.

“What the fuck is your problem?’ Noah asked, the knife still pointed at my chest.

I could feel tears pricking the corners of my eyes as I slowed my laughter into a chuckle. I took a deep breath to try and calm the now spasming in my stomach. “Oh, I just think it’s hilarious that you think you will get away with all of this. You are seriously fucked up, Noah. You too, Folio. I am so fucking sorry your entire life has amounted to THIS,” I shouted the last word. I could feel Folio’s grip wavering; I don’t think he expected any of what was coming out of my mouth. I picked my head up a bit and stared directly at Noah, “You are fucking pathetic, did you know that? You really really thought this would be a good plan. You really thought this was the way to avenge your mother. Well, let me tell you, you are fucking wrong. Your mother would be fucking ashamed.”

I could tell everything I was saying was striking a nerve with both of the boys, because Folio began to really lose his grip on me and Noah’s face contorted into an emotion I had never seen before. It was a mix between anger, sadness, and bloodlust. I was hyper-aware of Folio’s loosening of the reins, but I wasn’t going to act yet. I was going to let Noah take his turn.

As I assumed he would, Noah placed the knife against my throat and bared his teeth at me, “Don’t you fucking dare ever speak ill of my mother again-” before he could finish his sentence, I plunged my knee into his crotch and watched him immediately fold. He was on the floor, holding his crotch, groaning quite loudly. I then swung my head back and slammed it into Folio’s face, causing him to also fold to the ground, this time screaming. I must have broken his nose. There was a throbbing pain rushing through my head as I stood up straighter and watched the two boys writhing in agony on the floor. I grabbed the back of my head and let out a groan. Why the fuck do people do that? It is not like the movies, I can tell you that. I began to shuffle around the room, my hand still on the back of my head and picked up the baseball bat once again. I stayed about five feet from where the boys were and held the baseball bat out in front of me.

Noah picked up his head and looked over at Folio, “Dude, why did you let her go?”

Folio picked up his head. I definitely broke his nose, he was bleeding profusely from where I had hit him, “I fucking didn’t. You are the one who was taking your sweet fucking time. She should have been dead by now.”

I don’t know what took over me, maybe adrenaline, but I began to laugh maniacally once again, “But you fucking didn’t,” was all I could get out between laughs. I watched as Noah and Folio looked at each other, concern on both of their faces. I stepped closer to them and held the baseball bat out in front of me and swung it slowly from side to side, letting them know I would strike. “Neither of you fuckers better move or I will beat the shit out of you!” I yelled louder than I expected. I was panting at this point, and I could still feel the back of my head pounding. The bloodied ‘X’ on my chest was drying and my body felt like it was surging with electricity.

A moment later, I heard the door to the bedroom creak open and my head swiveled towards the noise, still making sure the boys stayed on the ground. I looked to see a familiar face. It was Jolly. He looked horrified. His brows were furrowed as he slowly stepped into the room.

“What the fuck-”

Before he could finish, I cut him off, “Jolly! Oh my God, thank God you’re here.”

Jolly’s eyes were moving about the room, surveying the scene in front of him. I took a minute and realized this situation did not look good for me, “What did you do, Chris?” He asked.

“Jolly, I know you don’t know me like at all, but I swear to God I didn’t do this. These two, they-they’re the murderers.”

He raised an eyebrow and gave a short chuckle, “These two?”

At this point, the boys were now sitting up, Noah almost fully back to normal, and Folio still having blood run down his face, “I know it sounds crazy, Jolly, but they are. They did this to me,” I pointed to my ‘X’ cut with my free hand, “Noah has been trying to kill me this whole time and Folio has been working with him. You have to believe me, please.” I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes from pure exhaustion. I don’t know what I would do if Jolly didn’t believe me.

I could tell that Jolly was conflicted. These were his friends and now some random girl was telling him that his friends were psycho killers. I don’t blame him for being confused.

“Why should I believe you and not them?” Jolly began to walk further into the room.

I took a few steps back, stumbling over my own feet. I didn’t stop the tears from falling down my cheeks, “Please, Jolly. Please just call the police. You have to believe me. They’re going to kill me and then my father if we don’t stop them.”

“Kill your father?”

“It’s a long story, but please. I don’t know what else to say. They’re dangerous. Please Jolly.”

There was a long moment of silence, I felt all of their eyes on me, but I only kept mine on Jolly’s. I was begging him to believe me just through my glances. He took another moment to speculate and then carefully pulled his phone out of his pocket, “Okay, I will call the police, and they can come figure this shit show out.”

A wave of relief washed over me as Jolly began to dial 911, but then I remembered the other two freaks in the room. I watched as Jolly’s face contorted and he let out an animalistic scream. My heart dropped and I looked down at the scene in front of me. Noah had stabbed the knife through Jolly’s thigh. In the process, Jolly dropped to the floor, losing his phone. Noah swiftly picked it up and threw it against the wall as hard as he could, causing it to explode in a shower of tiny pieces of glass and metal. I put my arms over my face in order to protect myself, and in doing so, I felt a hand wrap itself around my ankle. I kept a tight grip on the baseball bat as I fell to the ground, hitting my head against the carpet. I took a few staggered breaths, hearing the melodic groans coming from Jolly. I wanted to reach out to him to see if he was okay, but before I could do anything, Noah had climbed his way on top of me, holding me down with his knees and his free arm. His other hand wielded another knife, which he placed to my throat.

“I am fucking tired of you bitch. It’s time to finish what I started.”

I knew there was nothing I could do at this point. I was pretty much outnumbered, and Noah was much stronger than I was. I took a shaky breath and closed my eyes, allowing what was about to happen to happen. There was a pause, and I opened my eyes to see what was taking Noah so long. Just then, I heard another animalistic scream, but this time, it didn’t come from Jolly, it was Noah. His grip loosened on me and I took my chance to wriggle out from under him and see what had happened. I sat a distance from Noah and saw that Jolly had pulled the knife from his own leg and stabbed it into the back of Noah’s thigh. Jolly was laying across the room, blood spilling out of his open wound, and I could tell that he was bleeding too much. But, I had to take care of the two guys trying to kill me first.

I scanned the room and saw Folio had pushed himself up against a wall, trying to stay as far away from the combat as he could. Pussy. I looked back at Noah and I knew what I had to do.

I swiftly ripped the knife from his thigh and this caused him to scream once again. I felt my body cringe at the agonizing sound. I tried to push him over, but he wouldn’t budge. Instead, he shakily stood himself up and pushed me onto the bed, once again looming over me.

“You just won’t fucking die, will you?” He growled at me, spitting on my face as he did.

I had my arm down by my side, still holding the knife and I knew Noah had no idea, “I could say the same thing about you,” I croaked out. I took a deep breath and shakily raised my hand with the knife and placed my free hand on his cheek, “I wish you could’ve been different. I really do,” I then in one swift move stabbed the knife into the side of Noah’s throat. I watched as his eyes widened and I could hear the gurgling of blood in his throat. The crimson red liquid splattered all over the sheets and all over my face. I let out a hoarse scream and began to sob violently as I watched Noah fade away.

After a few moments, I felt Noah stop struggling, but the blood continued to gush, but I could not muster up the energy to move out from under him. This was the moment where my body began to hit a wall. My sobbing continued and my body was shaking violently as my vision began to blur. I looked around the room and saw Jolly was still on the floor and Folio was nowhere to be seen, but at this point I didn’t care. I kept my eyes on Jolly as darkness formed in my vision, and the last thing I remembered before I passed out was the sound of my own shallow breathing.

***

When I woke up, I was sitting in an ambulance outside of the house, covered in a blanket. The red and blue lights caused me to squint as I tried to look around for anyone else I knew. I could only think of Jolly and hoped that somehow he had made it out. I turned to a paramedic and asked about him and the man just pointed to another ambulance. I slowly moved myself out of the ambulance and wrapped myself up in the blanket. I walked myself over to where the paramedic had pointed and found Jolly sitting upright, with Nick right by his side. I quickened my pace and threw my arms around Jolly when I got to where the two were sitting.

“Thank God you’re okay. I thought you were gone.”

He huffed, “I did too.”

I let go of him and looked at Nick, “Where were you when all of this was going down?”

“I was right outside the door. Jolly told me to stay back until he gave me the signal,” he chuckled.

I just nodded and looked back at Jolly, “Are you okay? Thank you for saving me.”

He just nodded in return.

“Wh-where is Folio?”

Nick looked at Jolly and then turned back to me, “We don’t know, but the police are out looking for him. There’s a warrant out for arrest.”

I looked at them for a moment, “A-and Noah?”

The two of them were silent for a second, then Jolly spoke up, “Chris, you killed him.”

It all came back to me at that moment and I wanted to cry, but I didn’t have enough energy to. To be honest, I didn’t have much energy left to even continue this conversation, so I placed my hands on each of their shoulders and gave them a kurt smile. I then walked back over to the ambulance where I was originally sitting and sat back down at the edge of the truck. I looked out at the crowd that had formed and I allowed my mind to wander, thinking of everything from the past month and the events of tonight.

As time passed and as I sat in the ambulance, I knew I would never be the same. The events from tonight would haunt me for the rest of my life. Maybe I should go home, or maybe I could go and find my dad.

[the-name-is-z]

SKELETONS | ch. 39

daryl dixon x f!oc

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Summary: With the medications delivered to those who needed it, the illness begins to be eradicated from the prison. But their attention to the virus allowed them to have forgotten the larger threat. Warnings/Information: AMC's The Walking Dead OC Insert | 18+ Advised | strangers to lovers; the slowest of slow burns; gore; angst; horror; humour; m/f; threatening; casualties of innocents; paramilitary warfare; cult-like behaviour; discussions of exile; murder; separation from group; conspiring to murder

Chapter 39 - Inhale, Exhale

Iris woke up in the morning when Maggie changed her IV. She squeezed her hand in thanks, sitting up ever so slowly. She already felt better after one bag of meds, and the second one had just enough pain killer to make her forget she even was sick. Despite the morbid state of the cells, the morning sun shone through one of the windows, and she closed her eyes, leaning into the light. She paused when it was replaced by a tall shadow.

“You look better.” His gravelly voice stated.

“You’re gonna get sick in here.” Iris said with a frown, opening her eyes to see Daryl standing in the doorway. He wasn’t leaning or folding his arms like he usually did. He was shuffling back and forth, shifting his weight. He had a bottle of water in his hands, and placed it haphazardly on the table next to her cot.

“Had to see if you were okay.” He replied quietly. He moved into the cell, standing across from her and letting her close her eyes to the sunshine once more. Iris hummed, leaning her head against the wall.

“Not dead yet.” She stated. Well, if she was well enough to joke, she might as well get back out there to kill some walkers.

“Not on my watch.” Daryl retorted, and she opened one eye to see him smiling softly.

“Thanks for doing that.” She murmured, gesturing to her bag of liquid medication. He nodded.

“Anytime.” He replied. She sighed softly in relief, glad he was back, glad the meds were here, glad everyone was beginning to feel better. When she opened her eyes again, he was watching her carefully, almost nervously. “I was worried.”

“You, Daryl Dixon, were worried?” Iris laughed lightly, looking up at him. He nodded seriously, and her smile fell. “Can’t get rid of me that easy.” She replied, trying to bring the jovial tone back. He didn’t respond for a moment and she almost wanted to ask if he was feeling okay. 

Suddenly, he dropped to his knees in front of where she was sitting on her cot, and wrapped his arms around her tightly. Iris sat stunned for a moment as he buried his face in her shoulder, arms tightening around her waist and shoulders. She didn’t know what to do. This was fairly uncharacteristic, for the both of them, to say the least. It felt like forever until she widened her legs to pull him closer, her own arms wrapping around his shoulders and his neck. He sighed, sinking into her embrace as she curled her fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck. 

They sat there for a moment, completely still, before Rick called her name softly from the catwalk. They pulled apart, Daryl’s cheeks and ears flushed an unusual pink. He didn’t really look at her for a moment, but when she took his hand and smiled softly, nodding, he knew she understood. He helped her to her feet, slinging her arm over his shoulders to steadily walk over to where Rick waited.

“You doing okay?” Rick asked, gently smiling at the sight of her up and a little more lively than she had been the past couple days.

“Better.” Iris nodded, breathing in the air that already seemed less stale than it had the past few days. Rick nodded, his smile falling as he looked between the two of them.

“I, uh, have something to talk to you both about.” He said, and that was when he dropped the bomb about Carol. She was the one who killed Karen and David. It was her who killed them in the dark of night and set their bodies on fire. And it was her that Rick had driven out with a car and supplies and told to get lost. Without any consultation of the group or concern for their opinions. Daryl moved Iris to lean against the railing so he could begin pacing. He was getting angrier by the second.

“Man, you couldn’t have waited until we got back?” He asked, huffing.

“Until Tyreese got back?” Rick asked, tilting his head in the way he did.

“I could have handled that.” Daryl grumbled. Iris bit down on her nail, taking a deep breath. Carol was gone? Really gone?

“Hey. She killed two of our own.” Rick whispered sharply. “She couldn’t be here. She’s gonna be alright. She has a car, supplies, weapons. She’s a… she’s a survivor.”

“Stop saying that like you don’t believe it!” Daryl snapped, pointing an accusatory finger in Rick’s face. An emotional rollercoaster this morning, for the both of them. Iris ran a hand through her hair. Carol? Rick nodded, looking down at the floor.

“She did it. She said it was for us.” He continued. “That’s how it was. She wasn’t sorry.”

“Man, that’s her, but that ain’t her.” Daryl argued, turning around again. "What are we supposed to do about those two girls?”

“I told her we’d look after them.” Rick explained slowly. Daryl scoffed, leaning against the railing beside Iris. He looked at her, and all he saw was sadness in her expression. It almost made him tear up himself. “I haven’t told Tyreese yet. I don’t know how he’s gonna take it.”

“Let’s go find out.” Daryl replied lowly, pushing himself up.

“I’m gonna stay.” Iris said softly, adjusting her IV bag. They both nodded, softly wishing her well before she retreated back to her cell and the fading sunrise. 

It was only a few minutes before an explosion wracked the compound. Iris gasped, reaching for her knives and pulling the IV needle out of her skin. She hurried as fast as she could to the courtyard, finding Daryl, Rick and a few others rushing out as well. 

“Iris.” Daryl scolded, pulling her arm over his shoulders and helping her stand steady. They ran to the courtyard fence, seeing the Governor standing atop a goddamn tank. He had a cute little convoy with him, a handful of cars with two armed soldiers apiece. 

“Rick!” Philip called from his commanding position. “Come down here! We need to talk!” There was a long pause before Rick inhaled deeply.

“It’s not up to me!” He yelled back, using a deeper voice. “There’s a council now! They run this place.”

“Is Hershel on the council?” Philip asked, staring deeply before motioning to one of his lackeys. They opened a car door, producing Hershel from thin air. Iris clenched her jaw as Maggie sobbed, covering her mouth with one hand. “What about Michonne? She on the council, too?” He continued, pulling Michonne out as well. They stationed their prisoners on their knees in front of their wall of vehicles, holding them there at gunpoint.

“I don’t make the decisions anymore!” Rick called.

“You’re making the decisions today, Rick.” Philip replied darkly. “Come down here. Let’s… let’s have that talk.” Everyone stayed frozen as they waited for someone to make a move, a decision. Rick faltered, turning back to look at Iris and Daryl. The latter nodded, and Rick spoke quietly to his son before pushing the gate open, walking out to meet the Governor. 

“We can’t take them all on.” Daryl spoke quietly to Iris, motioning Sasha and Tyreese over. “We’ll go through the admin building, through the woods like we planned. We ain't got the numbers no more. When’s the last time someone checked the stash on the bus?”

“Day before we hit the Big Spot.” Iris replied. “We were low on rations then, lower now.”

“We’ll manage. Things go south, everyone heads for that bus. Let everybody know.”

“What if everyone doesn’t know when things go bad?” Tyreese asked. “How long do we wait?”

“As long as we can.” Daryl said. He nodded to Iris, turning back before she grabbed his wrist. 

“I’m coming with you.” She insisted, staring up at him. 

“Are you kidding?” He hissed hurriedly, looking around at everyone. “You just got back on your feet.”

“Do I look like I give a shit?” Iris asked, narrowing her eyes. “From this point onward, we are attached at the hip. No one goes down alone.” He clenched his jaw, scowling down at her as he nodded. She adjusted her knife belt and her holster before following his lead. They moved off to the side, grabbing a rolling cart they kept their heavy artillery in. They both walked around, discreetly dispersing the weaponry among those standing at the fence. 

“You okay?” Iris whispered to Maggie. She nodded, breathing deeply as she gripped the rifle Iris handed her. They moved to positions along the fence, aiming their weaponry toward their convoy.

“We have to do something.” Carl hissed, adjusting the shotgun in his hands. 

“Your dad’s got it.” Daryl assured. 

“They’re talking.” Carl grumbled. “We could kill the Governor right here.”

“From 50 yards?” Daryl asked.

“I’m a good shot.”

“Not that good, cowboy.” Iris consoled, putting a hand on his shoulder. “Besides, if you kill him, we still have 30 cultists and a tank to deal with. Trust him.” 

Iris’ breath hitched as the Governor jumped down from the tank, pulling Michonne’s sword out from the backseat of a truck. He stormed forward, holding the blade up to Hershel’s neck, both hands on the hilt. Rick was moving, his voice quiet enough not to carry over the field. She didn’t know what he was saying, but they were listening at least. Hershel looked proud. The Governor looked down at the sword in his hands and brought it down on Hershels head. Beth and Maggie screamed as his blood poured down, head lolling to the side to reveal the inner workings of his neck. 

“No!” Rick screamed, pulling out his pistol. Then all hell broke loose. 

Rick managed to shoot Philip in the arm before he turned tail and ran for shelter, everyone at the fence line providing cover fire. Michonne rolled out of the way, ducking behind the trucks. Rick took a bullet to the leg before he slid behind the rolled over bus. They started up the tank, bulldozing the fences. The foot soldiers moved in behind them, the cars following soon after. Iris grit her teeth, practically holding the trigger down as she laid waste to the fuckers infiltrating the field.

They fired the tank, taking out the main window in C block, as well as the small herb garden by the door. People were screaming, ducking for cover as they ran for the bus. They were blowing down the goddamn walls. Daryl grabbed Iris, pulling her along with him as they found cover behind a filing cabinet, firing at the intruders. 

“Daryl!” Iris cried, whipping around as they were being flanked by walkers. She turned around, firing on them to protect their backs.

“With me!” He grunted, grabbing a dead walker and stabbing a piece of rebar through its mouth. He held it up like a shield with one arm, his crossbow and the rifle slung across his back. They began to move forward single file, Iris guarding their six. Daryl pulled a grenade from his pocket, using his teeth to pull the pin and toss it toward the lackeys in guns just a few feet away. He grunted as the bullets pelted into the shield of flesh.

The other survivors pulled the bus away, driving off to their rendezvous. The walkers were starting to swarm the place, but the Governor’s numbers were dwindling, death by walkers or survivors alike. Iris and Daryl were among the very few remaining, pushing their way to the tank. Whether or not this place was salvageable, the tank needed to be stopped. Daryl dropped his corpse shield, running forward to toss a second grenade down the barrel of the tank. They ran in the opposite direction, not bothering to watch as the tank exploded from the inside. 

The son of a bitch that was driving the thing dove out just in time, only to stand at the end of Daryl’s crossbow. He was panting, afraid, unarmed, and dead as soon as the bolt fired into his chest. But that was it. He was the last one. And so were they. Iris whipped around at the sound of rushing footsteps, raising her gun, only to see Beth, panting, an assault rifle in her hands.

“I was trying to find the kids to get them on the bus.” She huffed, her eyes wild and panicked. Iris frowned. The bus was long gone, and she was supposed to be on it.

“We gotta go. We gotta go.” Daryl murmured, surveying the area. This place, home as it had been, was lost. Iris nodded, grabbing Beth’s hand and pulling her with them as they jogged across the courtyard.

Iris felt her heard pounding through her veins, her ears ringing. Years, they had lived here, and in less than an hour, it was all wiped away. 

Their boots crunched on litter and moss as they trudged through the woods, soft breathing and the twang of the crossbow every few meters. Beth was crying, but the tears fell silently. They were all separated. The group with the bus hopefully made it out, but they didn’t have many fighters. Where were they to go? Who would protect them? How many of the children got out? How many of their friends? Their family? 

Iris did not fear for her own life. She knew they would survive. She had faith in Daryl, faith in herself. Hope that Beth would recover. They could survive for years, even if it remained to be just the three of them. But at what point during those years would they start to live again?

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are there, perchance, any snippets for the lestappen serial killer au? i love your writing and even if it's not finished, i'll take any scraps i can get <3

Well, it's a hot mess and I am struggling, and all of these parts may still get rewritten, but oh fuck it - why not. Btw, please don't call the cops. I've never murdered anything bigger than a fly in my life, I swear. Except houseplants. Unintentionally. So it's more like manslaughter plantslaughter.

untitled Lestappen still drivers but serial killers AU

pairing: Max/Charles but the worst version of them, Charles/OC (except not really)

rating: uh... undecided, definitely nsfw

warnings (please read carefully)/spoilers: cheating (um... not really), intimate partner violence (pre-negotiated, but not known to the person witnessing it), murder, very mild gore, and to be safe... dead dove: do not eat.

Okay, here goes nothing. None of y'all are ever speaking to me again:

Excerpt #1:

The unwelcome stranger stood frozen at the threshold of the room. Above average height, broad-shouldered. His blond hair was neatly styled and his blue eyes were ice cold.

“Who the hell are you?” blurted Hugo, more than a little annoyed by the unexpected intrusion.

Above him, Charles shivered a little, and an unpleasant feeling rose in Hugo’s chest as the other man sneered. There was no warmth in his handsome face, as the man fixed his stare on Charles as he answered. “I’m his boyfriend.”

The heady haze of arousal fled Hugo’s body, as he moved to sit up - except he couldn’t, as Charles had not moved an inch: still half naked, crotch half unzipped, lips wet with Hugo’s saliva, staring up at his boyfriend with almost a challenge in his eyes.

“Charles, what is this?” asked the other man, and Hugo was ready to make a run for it, except this intimidating man was between him and the door.

He didn’t even know why he was scared; the blond-haired man was about the same height as him, well-coiffed and tattoo free, on the surface not nearly as scary as some other exes that Hugo encountered in his extensive dating history. But this man was fucking scary.

“Listen, I-I had no idea,” he stammered, trying to get out from below Charles, not an easy task as the man seemed to have turned into an unmoving statue, trapping Hugo between his toned thighs and arms. “I didn’t know he had a boyfriend.”

Stalking towards the bed, the boyfriend ignored him and glared at Charles instead.

“Max, I -”

Whatever explanation Charles meant to give was cut off when the blond man grabbed him by the back of the head, pulling on the wild locks of brown hair that Hugo had just been carding through his own fingers, hard enough that a slightly pained cry was drawn out of Charles’s throat. The force was enough to wrench Charles off of Hugo at last, and then he was practically slammed onto the tiled floor by Max.

Against his better wisdom, Hugo roared in protest. “Dude, you’re way over the line.” He scrambled off the bed, because he might be a lothario, a serial ghoster, and many other things - but this was too much. Charles remained crumbled on the floor, pinned beneath his partner, while Max’s hand continued to yank (cradle, Hugo would later realize) the back of his head. Charles’s eyes glistened under Max’s unrelenting grip.

“He’s adorable, isn’t he?” whispered Charles, gesturing towards Hugo, and he said it so sweetly that Hugo froze midstep, staring at him in disbelief. “Dark hair, almost green eyes.” He leaned into Max’s touch, whose hand was no longer tearing at his hair but now stroking his face in an almost fond gesture. “Just the way you like them, mon amour.”

What the fuck.

“Charles,” murmured Max, kissing the corner of his lips. “You didn’t have to, schatje.” There was a sickening reverence in his voice.

The way Charles’s entire face lit up, far beyond the coy smile he had reserved for Hugo at the bar, sent a crawling feeling of dread up his spine. He needed to get out of there. After pulling on his pants haphazardly, he only managed to grab his discarded shirt when a strong pair of arms were suddenly wrapped around his waist.

It was Charles.

The brunet buried his face in the crook of Hugo’s neck, and his arms tightened around the frightened man like reinforced steel, utterly unyielding. A cold, sharp laugh echoed cruelly against Hugo’s ear.

“Cheri, we haven’t even started yet,” he taunted.

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Excerpt #2:

He loved seeing Charles move like this, almost as much as he loved the way Charles moved above him when Max fucked him. There was such crude violence, yet elegant perfection, in his lover’s wrists as he carved what was once a human being into a dozen or so pieces of meat and bone. It was not easy, Max knew from experience, because muscle and tendons cling desperately to fascia and bone, but Charles had plenty of practice. He could defenestrate ribs and dissect out four chambers of the heart in the same time it took to fix his hair.

When he was done, Charles gathered the dismembered pieces, the bloodied sheets, the personal effects, and the plastic lining, fitting them neatly into the large suitcase. Everything fit perfectly, as it always did - snug, but not overflowing. He zipped the suitcase placidly and kicked it to the corner of the room; it still rolled on its four wheels, just with a little more inertia than before.

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Excerpt #3:

“Do not forget,” commanded Charles. It was not a request. “You will always belong to me.”

The echo of Max’s own pounding heart nearly drowned out the words, but he didn’t need to hear them; those words were already branded into the rotting flesh of his black heart more than a decade earlier. From the moment that brown-haired boy pushed him off the track, from the instant when his body hit the ice cold water of that puddle. Because it was the only moment that mattered - when he vowed from that day forward to destroy, consume, and above all else - to be the eternal damnation of Charles Leclerc.

“I made a promise that day,” he once told Charles, “that I would kill you.”

Charles had laughed, bright and clear. “Oh, mon ange…” He always did that. He always called Max ‘his angel.’ His messenger from above, his bringer of salvation. “Don’t you see? You did kill him.”

“Him?”

“Charles Leclerc could have been so weak,” he scorned, as he touched Max’s face with surprising gentleness, eyes filled to the brim with a desire that always bordered on hunger. “Then he met you.” His smile twisted, and he whispered: “The monster.”

“If I’m a monster, then what are you?” he had retorted.

Charles pressed a lingering kiss to his cheek, as soft and tender as everything that he was not. “Something worse than that.”

It took years for Max to understand: they were both reborn on that day. On that cold, wet, mud-stained karting track, his own darkness found not the guiding light of a lone candle, but the vessel to a billion stars that they could snuff out together.

“You belonged to me first,” he mumbled against Charles’s lips, still stained with heat and blood. You killed me too, he left unsaid.

He used to dream about Charles, dreamed about two hands wrapped around a throat, filled with a hunger to maim that bored so deep into his stomach that even the phantom of his presence left him unbearably famished.

He still dreams about Charles, and the same two hands remain wrapped around a throat. He has learned that desire (love) is ugly, incessant, overflowing with ravenous need and greed. He dreams of taking and taking from Charles, and he cannot stop. He can never stop - mangling him, distorting and reshaping - Charles, his own self, both of them together - and Charles is doing it to him too, over and over again, until their two halves are indistinguishable from the rotten whole: worse than vultures, but rather two filth-covered maggots, writhing in the dirt between the coffins they buried.

(The very first gravestones, they realized, were their own.)

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Anyways, I just want to say this is the level of derangement one reaches after dealing with Ferrari all season. I was reading a poem, came across these lines, and found inspiration:

you had him first, and you would let the world

break its own neck if it means keeping him

(I am so sorry for whatever this is. *Hides*)