#yes i want to kiss the scary zombie man

[hansensgirl]

𖦹 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 (𝟐)

summary. — THE LAWFUL ZOMBIE — after learning your best friend lost his virginity a long time ago, you decide to give yours to the sweet Mr. Barber.

pairings. — dark!neighbour!Andy Barber x innocent!fem!reader.

warnings. — DUBCON, age gap, taking advantage, smut, Mr. Barber kink, virginity loss, major lack of prep, clit rubbing, pussy spanking (once), kinda sadist!Andy, meanish!andy, degradation, praise, humiliation, dirty talk, pet names (princess), size kink (cock), come marking, unprotected sex, creampie, orgasm denial/edging (once), corruption kink, innocence kink, dacryphilia, and more. 18+ MINORS DNI!

word count. — ~2.7k

author’s note. — the purgatory’s masterlist. posting order is the chronological order in this au. MINORS DNI! 18+ ONLY! @hansensfics

Mr. Barber is the ideal neighbour—the blueprint for them all. Every man should be modelled after him—that’s what your mother tells you.

He drives you to and from places, always showing up at the right place and the right time. He helps you out whenever you need assistance, especially when you’re seconds away from crying out of frustration.

He babysits you when Ari is out of town and your mom is at work. He waters the plants and gives you advice.

Mr. Barber never asks for anything in return. Not money, not favours—nothing. But he just wants you to be honest with him. That’s all. He’s not asking for much.

It’s a cloudy Friday afternoon, and for some reason, Mr. Barber wants to have a chat with you. He pulls you into his home and gives you a glass of lemonade when you refuse a beer—calling you a good girl before he hands you the sweet and sour drink.

But it goes untouched after he clears his throat and sits down next to you with a scary, serious look on his face. “Princess, I need to talk to you about something,” he solemnly starts, folding his left leg onto his right knee and stretching his left arm onto the back of the couch.

“O– Of course. I mean, that’s why you called me here, right?” you smile nervously, and he returns it. “Exactly—You’re always such a smart girl, princess,” Andy coos, his other hand rubbing up and down his thigh. It carefully inches closer to his crotch, where his engorged cock is hidden under his jeans and boxers. 

“It’s nothing bad, okay? You just can’t tell anyone about this. Do you promise?” he questions, and you immediately nod your head. You take promises very seriously. “Good girl… I just have a few questions for you. You gotta answer them honestly, princess,” Andy tells you, tilting his chin downwards and raising his eyebrows.

You nod your head. “Because if you lie, I’ll know, and I’ll have to punish you. Do you understand, princess?” the older man warns, and you let out a puff. “Y– Yes. I understand, Mr. Barber,” you eventually concede. 

He smiles at you, but his jaw clenches first. 

“First question. Have you ever kissed anyone on the lips?” he starts, and you furrow your eyebrows. The question is iffy to you, but then you realise that he’s just caring for you. “Uhm… Stevie and I did it once, but he said that it’s good when friends do it ‘cause friends wouldn’t hurt you!” you explain.

Andy slowly nods his head, bending his fingers to stroke his palm before scrubbing the same hand over his beard. “He’s right, princess… Second question, have you ever touched yourself, baby?” he inquires, gaze dropping down to your bare thighs.

“Uhm, I don’t think I understand, Mr. Barber,” you giggle lightly. “Aren’t we always touching ourselves? I mean, right now, you’re touching yourself!” you point out, and Andy quickly jerks his hand away from his crotch-area. 

He grins, ��You’re right, princess. I meant something else, but we can talk about it another time. Has anyone ever touched you intimately?” he prods further, trying to really confirm your absolute innocence without being too straightforward. “Uhm… Well, Stevie likes to touch me a lot, but I think that’s just his love language, y’know?”

The older man nods his head. “And Daddy likes to touch me, too. Same thing with Mr. Hansen! They give me massages—especially Mr. Hansen, since I’m always stretching at work,” you say, and Andy scans your face and words for something—anything. But he finds no teasing and innuendos. Nothing.

In his mind, he calls you the sweetest baby in the whole world. A good girl who needs to be hidden from others—except those who clearly have gotten to you before he has. 

“Uh-huh… Do you touch them, princess?” he asks, ready to fight back that big, ugly green monster. “Yeah! I give them hugs since they’re always so nice to me. Like how I give you hugs, Mr. Barber,” you describe, and he’s calmer than he was before you answered. “Good girl.”

“Ah, thank you… See? You’re always so kind to me, so I return that—or, well, try to—with a hug,” you continue, and Andy hums at your words. “One more question. Are you a virgin, princess?”

It hangs in the air, and the older man watches as you shy away. “Uhm…Okay, here’s the thing. I– I don’t really know what that is?” you start, millions of emotions taking you over. “B– But I know Stevie isn’t one, and I wanna be just like Stevie!”

Your desperation makes Andy’s cock throb. It makes for an opportune moment for him, and he plans on taking advantage of it.

“Really, huh?” You nod your head and fiddle with your fingers. “Well, how about I help you, princess?” he offers, making a bold move and placing a hand on your thigh. Andy’s fingertips reach further down to your inner thighs, and the realisation of what’s about to happen is exhilarating to your neighbour. “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” he smiles, “I can help you be just like your friend,” he explains, squeezing your thigh. You giggle and lace your fingers together. “Really?” you exclaim, pure shock and excitement written all over your face. “Really.”

“Oh, thank you so much, Mr. Barber!” you cheer, reaching over and giving him a hug. Your tits press against his chest, and Andy’s hands immediately land right above your ass. “You’re welcome, sweetie. But you have to promise me something, okay?” he says, and you pull away. 

He cups your face and makes you look at him. “Promise me you won’t tell anyone—absolutely nobody,” he demands, and you immediately nod your head. Good girl. “I promise, Mr. Barber. I won’t tell anyone… But can I tell Stevie that I lost my v…?” you trail off, shy to say the word.

“Virginity,” Andy finishes for you. “You can, but you can’t tell him I helped you. It’s just between the two of us,” he whispers, and you squeal a tiny bit. 

The older man almost feels bad for the ways he’s going to ruin you. He’s had your step father tell him repeatedly to go easy on the women who leave his house limping and sobbing. He has—now using his fist and your panties to relieve himself.  

Andy shifts his hold to your waist, and he uses it to move you into his desired position. You’re put on your back with him kneeling between your legs. Your left one is hoisted onto the back of the couch, and he uses his right hand to push the other one down to your chest.

The posture is odd, nearly painful with the stretch that you aren’t entirely familiar with. Mr. Hansen has been so busy as of late that he hasn’t been able to stretch you out when you arrive at work. The lack of daily preparation has clearly taken a toll on your body.

Your neighbour flips your skirt up and you furrow your eyebrows, opening your mouth to say something but you’re cut off by a gasp that’s yours. Your mind only registers what’s happened when Andy shushes you.

Your panties are in tatters, slightly damp and torn from your body. “W– Wait, Mr. Barber–” you behind, trying to sit up but he just pushes you down. “Calm down, princess. This is how I do things… Don’t you want me to help you out?” he questions, pausing his movements even though he wants to just shove his cock in your tight cunt.

“Uh-huh! ‘M scared, though…” you admit, folding an arm across your face. “Don’t be, baby. All I’m gonna do is stuff my cock in your pussy,” Andy smiles, reaching his fingers down to swipe your folds. 

He gathers some of your wetness and uses it to rub your clit until your fuckhole starts to cry for him. “S– So tingly…” you whisper, subconsciously gyrating your hips and grinding against his hand. Andy curses under his breath at your words, cock unbearably hard that it almost hurts.

Maybe he should take his time with you and open you up—get you all stretched out on his tongue and fingers. He really should—but he doesn’t find any patience in him to do so.

Andy pulls his hand away just a bit when he deems you’re wet enough, and he lands a sharp smack on your clit. You yelp loudly and try to close your legs, bottom lip wobbling and tears already forming in your eyes.

The sensation left behind treads between pain and pleasure, leaning more towards the latter. You’re not sure what to think of it, though, hurt at the thought of Mr. Barber hitting you. He forces your legs back open and hurriedly unzips his fly, making quick work in pulling his cock out of its confines. “O– Oh, is that your thingy, Mr. Barber?” you question, eyeing his dick in confusion.

Other women have had similar looks on their faces—his size is simply intimidating.

“Mhm. It’s my cock, baby. But you’re a little girl, so you’re not allowed to say that, okay?” Andy tells you, and you obediently nod your head. You flinch when he slaps the tip against your swollen nub. “So sensitive…” he notes.

The older man raises a hand up to his mouth and spits into his palm, bringing it back down to his cock. He strokes himself, using the saliva as lubricant before he lines up with your fuckhole.

Slowly, he pushes in and watches as your face contorts in pain. Andy stretches you out, filling you up to the hilt and ignoring you when you flail around, trying to soothe yourself from the intrusion. It’s incredibly uncomfortable—unlike anything you’ve felt before.

When Steve put his fingers inside you (he said it would make him happy), it wasn’t so bad. 

But Andy’s massive length practically splits you in half, and you wail from the frightening feeling. 

“Shhh… Shhh… It’s okay, princess,” he shushes you, watching as your tiny cunt is forced to take his thickness. “What a perfect little cunt.”

“Andy, it feels weird…” you tell him as he bottoms out. “No, no. You were being such a good girl for me, baby. Why don’t you keep it that way and call me Mr. Barber?” Andy not-so subtly demands. His face flushes pink, sweat creating a subtle sheen on his skin.

“Okay, Mr. Barber,” you whimper out, eyes squeezing shut when he grinds into you, getting you further adjusted to his dick. “Yes, that’s it, such a good girl. You’re taking my cock so well, princess,” he whispers, licking the pad of his thumb and bringing it to your clit.

The lawyer rubs your nub and relishes in your breathy whines, and he begins to thrust in and out of you. At first, he tries to keep it nice and gentle—but your cunt is just so sweet that Andy can’t hold back. He even pictures the hole leaking with his cum that’s mixed with blood.

The mental image has him grunting, picking up the pace and roughness of his motions. He moves quicker and sharper, fucking you relentlessly and cooing as tears spill down your face. “Awe, lookatcha. Crying ‘cause of my cock like you weren’t begging for it. Don’t be like that, princess.”

His words punctuate each push and pull of his hips. “Poor little thing, getting absolutely wrecked, hm? This is how naughty sluts like you get treated, baby,” Andy whispers, his cock grazing your g-spot and punching at your cervix. 

With the way the older man is fucking you, it’s like he’s claiming you. You dig your nails into whatever they catch, and find yourself crying out of pleasure more than in pain. The excruciating feeling from before has ebbed away and turned into that pressure you felt when Stevie put the toy against your pussy.

Short hairs tickle your chest as Andy bends over and presses messy kisses on your skin. He nips at your tits gently, and you giggle from the ticklish sensation that his beard causes.

“Can’t wait to rub those pretty thighs raw, princess. I’ll have you limping for days—and maybe then I can keep you on my cock all the damn time,” he murmurs, pounding into you and nudging you towards your first orgasm on his cock. “Mr. Barber? It feels funny.”

Andy’s cock throbs at your words. He raises back up and resumes his ministrations on your clit. 

“Aw, does it? It’s okay, baby,” he reassures, pummeling into your cunt with more vigour. He just knows that you’re absolutely angelic when you come undone. “Just let it happen. I got ya.”

Intensity grows inside of you, lighting your nerves on fire as you find yourself feeling a similar sensation from when you were cheering Steve up. Suddenly, a band inside you snaps and you’re making a wet mess around Mr. Barber cock.

“There you go. Atta girl,” he grins, looking down to see your cunt gushing all over him. His jaw clenches as he curses at the sight. “So good—what a good girl,” Andy hums, helping you ride out your orgasm. 

You thrash underneath him, unable to handle the attention your pussy is receiving. It’s almost as overwhelming as the vibrations the pink toy had. “Stay still, princess. Don’t make Mr. Barber upset, now, or else I’ll have to tell your Daddy that you’re misbehaving.”

His threat makes you immediately apologise, though your words are mildly garbled and full of pants. “That’s it. Good girl. Gosh, you’re a perfect little fucktoy, baby,” Andy murmurs, eager to bring you to another release. And he does so. 

Your clit pulsates under his touch, luckily protected from its hood otherwise it’d be rubbed until it hurt. Your sweet spot is repeatedly strokes with each skillful thrust that Andy delivers. In a few more moments, your jaw drops in a silent scream and your walls tighten around the older man’s thickness. 

“Yes, gimme that cream, princess,” Andy encourages, admiring the way his cock has been stained with your arousal. You do as he says for the second time, your abused cunt giving him your all. “Look at you, pretty girl. A crying mess on my cock. Isn’t this what you wanted?”

He forcefully nods your head for you, and through the muddled mess of your mind, you pick up two words. Pretty girl. They make you smile, and the look on your face is one of the hottest things Andy’s ever seen.

It makes it harder for him to stave off his release any longer, especially when he sees your tears pouring out of pleasure—not pain. “Say you want more, princess,” Andy demands, wanting to play out at least one of his fantasies.

“I– I want more, Mr. Barber,” you tell him, chest rising and falling rapidly. “Really? Greedy little slut. Tell me you want my cum—right inside your pussy,” he orders. “W– Want your cum in my p– pussy, Mr. Barber.”

You’re such a good girl, it makes Andy want to keep you for himself. 

“Uh-huh? I don’t think you deserve it, baby,” Andy tells you. “You’re too much of a whore—goin’ around and lettin’ everyone fondle you—and even gettin’ fucked by your neighbour.” 

He won’t elaborate on the everyone bit, but he will always make you aware of how dirty you are.

The way your face scrunches up lets him know you’re nearing a third orgasm, and he turns mean. It’s like his mouth curls into a snarl and his nose scrunches up, but not in the cute way yours does. 

When his balls tighten and he nears the precipice, Andy suddenly pulls out of your cunt. Your wetness makes his movements easier, but his largess still struggles to leave your pussy in one swift motion. A bit of blood follows, but it’s nothing he’ll let you worry about.

You writhe underneath the older man as you’re denied your third orgasm, gaping cunt clenching and unclenching repeatedly as your clit throbs immediately. Andy gives his cock a few strokes with his dominant hand, hissing and groaning when he hits his peak and marks you with his cum.

“Now, say, thank you, Mr. Barber.”

“Th– Thank you, Mr. Barber.” 

[whois-jess]

Can I request a Rhea x Fem! reader in which reader in which they go to do some horror mazes and reader acts brave to make Rhea who's insisting to have them all happy, but ends up getting scared? I used to like horror mazes (I watched them on YouTube because I live in Europe and we have only four or five horror mazes in my country, but some traumatized me and now I don't like them anymore xD)

Horror maze

Rhea Ripley x fem!reader

(Sorry this took so long to get done)

It was the start of October and many would know one of Rheas favorite time of the year, for months now she was talking about it and all the horror movies we can watch and she brought up a horror maze which she was thrilled about and wanted to go to so as my surprise/early birthday present i was taking her.

To me this maze looked and sounded like death but i knew Rhea would love it and thats what mattered to me. "Rhea hurry! We have to get going" i yelled to her as she was the one taking ages this time "damn baby girl i am ready" she chuckles walking around the corner "come on you will love it" i smile grabbing my car keys "will i now" she raised an eyebrow "yes you will" i smile back "maybe if you tell me i will know" i chuckled this time as she has been wanting to know since i told her i had a surprise "nice try love" i said kissing her cheek as we left the house getting in the car.

"Excited" i asked her "yeah i am can i have a clue?" She asks "fine, okay so its to go with Halloween and all that" i said turning left going on to the motorway "Halloween?" She questioned "yes" i smiled when a van cut in front me "bastard!" I yelled honking my horn "if you cant drive fuck off the road!" I yelled again and Rhea laughed "your funny y/n" her hand comes to my thigh patting it not moving her hand afterwards.

"Okay well are here!" I say as well pull into a car park, Rhea looks around beforw her face lights up "oh my god! Its the maze!" She says smiling "yep!" I smile back parking the car turning the engine off "i love you babe" she leans over kissing me "now shall we go in?" I say taking my belt off "uh yes!" Rhea quickly gets out making me laugh as she waits for me "dam girl calm" i say locking the car and she walks over pulling me close to her "your the best girlfriend ever" i smile at her words "i know" i kiss her nose before we walk to the entrance.

As well got closer it has signs says warning dont come closer and crime scene tape the normal 'scary stuff' "welcome you two" a man says dressed as a creepy zombie said "hello" Rhea said holding my hand "stay safe and have the scare of your life" the man said in a creepy way before we walked to the start of the maze "ready?" Rhea smiled "yeah lets just get it over with" i said as we walk in "dont be like that baby it wont be that bad" Rhea say as we take our first corner we turn to see a man dressed as a zombie which jumped scared me a bit "jeez who hides behind a corner" i say and Rhea giggles "he does its his job, looks like a dead end lets go left" she smiles taking my hand "y/n if you want we can go back" Rhea says i knew she was doing because i wasn't the biggest fan of horror mazes right now but she was loving it and i didn't want to ruin it "no baby it fun" i smile at her and she squeezes my hand "okay babe". We turn another corner to see two more zombies walking over "fuck sake".

"Rhea are we lost in a maze of creeps" i raise my eyebrow "Y/n its a maze not a straight line" she smiles kissing my cheek "yeah" we walk down a path and hear a sound "you hear that?" I ask "what sweetheart?" Rhea looks round at me "i think we are being followed" i say looking back "followed? Don't be silly no one is there" we kept walking when i hear something the corner behind us "Rhea there is someone there" my grip tightens on her hand "don't be silly Y/n your fine" my eyes stayed on where the sound came from when a woman in blood and too realistic makeup ran at us "Shit Rhea!" I jumped into Rheas arms "Fuck!" Rhea screamed as well and she runs a bit carring me.

When we got far enough she hugged me and we both laugh "shit that was scary" i laughed "yeah your reaction baby" Rhea chuckled we stood there me in Rheas arms for a bit "lets get out of here" She smiled and kisses me "yeah we have a lot more scares to go" i smiled at her "you got you big strong girlfriend to help you" Rhea jokes and i kiss her "what a hero" we both laugh again before continuing the maze and lets say it was a terrible night sleep but a lot of cuddles.

[songbird-oracle]

Live thoughts watching Fantasy High Junior Year episode 5

Spoilers ahead

Im so nervous already about Cassandra

These dudes getting swole

It IS spicy tonight in the dome

Screaming

I WANT A BOGGY KISS

OH FUCK SHES HOLD MONSTERING KRISTEN

THE SECURITY COMING THROUGH OH SHIT

“Do you want me to kill that guy for you 👀” vibes

OH NO PLEASE NO NIGHTMARE KING OH NO OH NO

I’m Shittering my pants rn

No not the girlies!

Located in the astral mall, This place has *everything*. Ripped valley girls, a goddess and prophet and familiar going through a very tumultuous time in their relationship, a frog wearing a paper hat, and a weird ass clock

I live for the hangman banter

Oml I love the Yarrbucks coffee art

LOU HOLY SHIT

BOX OF DOOM DC5!? The stakes are seriously so high though

Okaaaaaaaay 13 works ig

“Does she need scratchies?”

Wooo Murph!!

THE STAR TALKS!?

I love Emily’s reaction to “banging out a 1st level spell”

Riz sadly flossing

Oh no Kristen oh no Cassandra!

No stop attacking Cassandra!!!!

🎶non-a-crits🎶

Thank goodness no failures

Break it up guys come ooooooooon

Damn, man needs strudel with sauce at a time like this

Profiling the minis 🤣

NOT THE TAP DANCING

“I don’t think you’re scared, I think you’re mad. And that’s okay” I’m sobbing

YES THE FUCKING SECURITY DETAIL

Kristen is so low, oh no

A 0 initiative 🥲

FUCK THIS IS WHAT RAGHS MOM ABSORBED!?!? Gorgug is the greatest wizard of our time

Abjurative grammar is prescriptive. Iykyk.

I knew the DC would be high

NAT 20 BEARDSLEY IN THE FUCKING HOUUUUUUUSE

YESSSSS HEALED CASSANDRA 😭

Oh fuck oh fuck bad stars

Let it out Cassandra, feel your feelings

Oh my goodness, philosophers scone

OOP PAUL BLART INTERGALACTIC MALL COP

It’s not the nightmare king??????

41 damage each, damn Adaine

We aren’t even half way through guys

BAHAHAHAHAHHA playful picking on Riz

Mass dispelling?? Damn

????? TUMMY ACHE SURVIVOR????

THE SHRIMP!!!!!!

Why is Fig a walking embodiment of Murphy’s law rn???

WHAT THE FUCK

NO NO NO DID GILEAR STEAL HER LUCK??????

IS THIS QUADRANGLE FUCKERY??????

Okay it’s just a curse

WAIT WHAT???

Cloaca why 😂

Whoopsies, shattered the shatter star

Oh fuck, rage Adaine is scary dude

Is this some rage and revenge deity??

Anyone but Conor

BAHAHAHAHAHA “no no, this is gonna happen”

“Stay hot Conor”

NOT KALINA NO

RAGH??????

Not the shimmy

WHAT IS KALINAS AC

44 DAMAGE??

Old Fabian

Legend has it the wizard is still waiting for his strudel with sauce

WHAT THE FUCK NO NOT CASSANDRA NO NO NO

“Unfortunately stop flossing”

COMPELLED DUEL ON KALINA OH FUCK

3!!!!! Woooooo!!!!!

Worst mall cop ever, Paul Blart would never

🤣 “is that not property damage??”

I’m so scared for Cassandra guys

Kristen and Cassandra are down oh no 🥲

BARDIC SHRIMPSPIRATION

NO NAT ONE NO NOOOOOOOO

Somewhere Katja Cleaver is raging because Conor Counterspell said he hates horses

A ball. Not *the* ball

ARMOR ZOMBIE AND LICH IM LIVING FIR THESE NAMES

Bards and Noble 🤣

Kristen coming in with the hugs

Box of doom has been working hard this episode

Shake out the bad ones

Screaming crying throwing up

I can’t look

Dammit Murph

Ecaf again

“What are you talking about girlieeeee?”

Brendan’s stare scares me

FUCK

Strudel for the win Girlie!!!

“One more roll girlie 🤪”

Oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no circle of death oh no

COUNTERSPELL MY BELOVED

“How old are you” “45” “gross”

WAIT WHAT TIME REVERSE TO- TEN SECONDS

Conor, you’re the best secret service agent ever

WHAT????? WHERES CASSANDRA??????

WHAT????????

I’m so fucking scared right now

Wait is Cassandra a triple goddess? Like how Hekate is a triple goddess, is Cassandra one? Cause Cassandra, Nightmare king, and a divine thing that isn’t a different divinity?

I want to enjoy “we got that bad boy buttered” but I can’t 🥲

Dead stare 🥲

I love Hangman 🥹

Feral Murph

NAT 20 SHRIMP JUMP

Thousand yard stare

Best shrimp jump ever

Maximum legend

That’s right, kick flip the system

Fuck KandyKorn Lullaby

See you at Basrars, I’ll be sobbing into my ice cream

[lowkeyed1]

Twenty Fanfic Writer Questions

Tagged by @storyspinner91 AND @ankahikoibaat so you know i gotta do it - thanks guys!

Tagging @bisexualshakespeare @blackdalek @rotaryshakes @aurorawest @bizzybee429 @mareebird @woobifiedvillain @cenobitic-anchorite @maeve-curry-writes @morriganwarrior @celamity @peterbenjaminparkour 1. How many works do you have on Ao3?  29. not bad for thirteen months!

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count?  226,628

3. What fandoms do you write for?

willow 2022, my obsession

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Velvet Fist, Iron Glove - so what if kit and graydon had to get married after all? and graydon was a trans man and kit discovered a predilection for domming? and then they started sleeping with jade? and graydon started sleeping with boorman? and graydon and airk got kidnapped together and... and then i need to get back to writing this one i guess. the greater tir asleen polycule is thriving! Thrown Like a Star - a kissing lesson on the shattered sea gets out of hand, and graydon and boorman start fooling around. when the immemorial city happens, they realize they're down bad for each other, and it changes everything. graydon finds out about the lie he's been living, boorman finds out what his life is about now that he knows he's not the hero of the story, and they find peace in each other. i gotta get back to writing this one too actually, there's a sequel a-comin Shattered Sea Crack: It Came From Beneath the Mud - a halloween fic about the questie gang telling scary stories on the shattered sea, and jade smokes 'em all Zombie Crack: Night of the Living Dental Dam - kit and jade try some role-playing to spice up their sex lives. i wrote this ficlet to get my ao3 word count to an even 100K! Funhouse Crack: Mirror Maze - kit and jade go on a date to a carnival, but the mirror maze proves tricky... 5. Do you respond to comments?

pretty much every one, yeah. i'm dying to talk about my writing XD

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? 

i don't really do that, lol. some of the halloween crack fics end with everyone dying.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? 

a lot of them have happy endings, if you know what i mean ;) but no they pretty much all do. except the ones where they all die!

8. Do you get hate on fics? 

no? not sure i'm popular enough for that lol

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? 

mostly yes! mostly m/m, mostly fairly vanilla. some light bdsm flavors here and there. the graydon/airk/elora silly kink funtimes series features a lot of goofy roleplay.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? 

not yet but i keep pondering them

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not that i know of!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? 

nope!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? 

ooh way back in the day yeah. would love to again (i see you @littleblackraincloudofcourse)

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

graydon hastur and thraxus boorman, or as i insist on tagging my constant posts about them, #graythrax

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? 

anything i've posted is gonna get finished. i don't know when because i keep getting distracted by new shiny ideas but i plan to finish them all :D

16. What are your writing strengths? 

i've gotten really good at ignoring that little voice that goes 'that isn't good enough. that's dumb. no one will like this. give up'. i'm a really good speller too! committing to the bit is a big one. aaaand going from 'people will figure out things about me from what i write oh no :0' to 'frankly i would enjoy the attention so go ahead'

17. What are your writing weaknesses? getting butthurt about not getting enough attention, lol

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? 

i would have to ask someone who's fluent to help me

19. First fandom you wrote for?

xena!

20. Favourite fic you’ve written? 

Thrown Like a Star - it's what got me writing again after a very long hiatus, and it's the story i most wanted to see that no one else was writing. how i write has changed a bit since i started but it's still so powerful to me, to have realized my vision for it to such a degree. i only wish more people were as interested in my favorite ship so i could share that joy with them <3

[colectingstrz]

Would we be able to get the ‘And then there were two’ angstyending??

Yes 🤭 here is the og angsty ending ! I’ve started it from the end of the one I posted so it makes more sense. + this is like somewhat proof read so if u see any funny words that is why 💀

AND THERE WERE TWO

IT WAS TIME TO HEAD OUT “You ready?” He pauses for a moment before speaking “I am but I need a boost” you raise a brow “a boost? What do you mean?” He smirks “ a good luck kiss ” you laugh as you hit his shoulder “ I think that’s a bit too early we haven’t even gone on a date yet..” he turns to you as his eyes shinned in anticipation “ so your saying.. you want to go on a date with me ” you smile as you place a small peck on his cheek “yes if we mange to make it out of here I want to go on many dates with you heeseung.”

As your wrists are still bound, you nearly drag him behind you as you turn around and walk forward. Unaware that he was blushing excessively, Heeseung was relieved that you had looked away from him so that you couldn't notice his transformation into a tomato or the darkening of his eyes. Or the way his veins popped out.

Little did you know heeseung had been bit yet somehow hadn’t turned.. Despite having the temptation to bite you strongly in his mind, Heeseung was trying everything in his ability to resist, even if it meant starving himself in the process. The last thing he would want is to hurt you in any way.

Heeseung paused in his movements as you two continued down the hallway. “What is it? There is nothing here ” He shakes his head and places a finger on your lips “There's nothing here yet, but I can hear them coming... ” Confused, you raise your eyebrow and look about, but there was nothing. There's no sound and nothing coming, “ there’s nothing coming.. Heeseung are you paranoid ? ” but he didn't seem to take notice of anything you were saying

You sigh and prepare to talk once again until three zombies charge down towards the two of you—or, really, just you, as they seemed to overlook Heeseung’s presence and head straight for you. Heeseung pulls you behind him as he fends of the zombies with a few punches and kicks until they are knocked down. “We need to get out of here before they get up again.. and I can hear way more co-

Cutting him off a wave of zombies burst through the door and began to rush towards you at a quick distance, a loud crash was heard from the door causing spikes of wood to fly in your direction from the impact. Heeseung and you moved quickly to flee the area. Despite being the least athletic person ever, this was the quickest you had ever run. You were sure you would be okay as long as you and Heeseung remained bound.

That is, until you felt the rope being cut, and yourself slipping away, though Heeseung didn't appear to notice until you screamed. He turned around to see you being dragged down from your ponytail by a zombie as it tried to devour you. You were terrified you didn’t want to die like this so you tried everything in your power to ward it of. You kicked it, struck it, slapped it you even tried to defeat it at its own game by biting it too.

Though Heeseung, luckily came in time and managed to drag it off you before grabbing your hands intertwining it with his as he quickly took you away. When you turned around, there were twice as many zombies as before. Though in the crowd You recognise your closest friend Jake in the midst of the scary mob. You were horrified to see the monster he had become , his face now tinged with fading green and black, his shirt covered in blood slashes, and the look of a man who has lost all hope in the world in his eyes. He looked dead. Even just glancing at him brought back memories of his cheery bright smile before he gave his life away to save yours. The sight hurt you.

Heeseung continues to guide you down the hall the movement snapping you out of your thoughts he guides you until he finds a small storage space and drags you in quickly closing the door. He soon starts throwing things like boxes at the entrance to block it off. Once you realise what is happening, you quickly start throwing anything you can find out the door too out of fear that it will be smashed open. You later find yourself leaning against the wall with your back to it, as you let out a loud sigh that you had been keeping in since the chase.

You notice Heeseung is tense as you turn to face him. It was as if the positions had switched; suddenly he was the one who appeared anxious, and he needed your consolation now

“Heeseung?.. what’s wrong” he raises a brow as he looks at you confused “what do you mean I’m fine j..just tired” you move slightly closer to him analysing his face. “ your eyes look a bit funny like you’ve been sniffing cocaine or something..” as soon as you spoke Heeseung quickly removed himself from the wall next to you and stepped away with his back now facing you.

“ hee..?” You step closer placing your hand on his shoulder “ it’s..nothing nothing ” not buying his act you turn slightly to reach for his face only to retreat back in shock at how cold it was. It was unusually cold for a normal living human being. “ Heeseung.. is there something your not telling me..your really cold like seriously feeezing are u okay ?” still with his back facing you he didn’t say anything as he crouches down holding his head in his hands.

“ I told you..I’m fine leave me alone please..” you sigh as you try to collect your thoughts about his sudden shift in behaviour. Again you approach him crouching down to his level placing your hands on his shoulders “Heeseung I don’t know what’s happening with you but..whatever it is you can get through this I can help you get through this let me help you please” you pleaded as you shook him lightly hoping for him to give you a response but he didn’t.

He remained still in his position like a statue , the only sounds were your breathing and heartbeat. The longer the silence persisted, the more you worried for Heeseung's sake. “Umm.. if you want space, I'll just go elsewhe-

Before you could continue, you felt yourself being pulled violently into the wall. The contact grazed your shoulder and caused you to yell in pain. “Heeseung what the hell?” you scream in pain from the contact of his fingers digging into your shoulder..Though you find yourself freezing in place as you finally get a look at him. His dark lifeless eyes that started down at you emotionless.

Your fear had come true..you were absolutely alone and you were truly the last person standing the entire time.. and Heeseung was dead and had been for this entire time. He was gone Heeseung had left you all alone.

“ I’m sorry y/n…” you tremble in horror, unable to even muster the strength to speak as nothing but sounds of pain escaped your lips while Heeseung brutally consumed into your neck. You use the little strength you have left too clutch his shoulders and try to pull him off but it was no use. You had become Heeseungs meal that day as he continued to eat into you even after your lifeless body dropped to the ground.

No one was their to save you as you screamed for help no one was their for you as everyone was dead and you were now too.

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Clone high season 2 live blogging

Episode 6

:( the dinner is going to be sold

Yeah I can see why some people don’t like the dinner because of the racial segregation….

Did some guy just buy to eat the dead wife????

👀 disabled Joan!??? Let’s goooooo!!!!! Detective Joan!!!! Awe cute Joan had a cat <3

“Psylly legs is build up nostalgia the legs get psylly”

….So Joan is just stimming???? (I thought she’d had restless leg syndrome)

If people bullied Joan because of her medical stuff, why didn’t Joan help Ghandi when people hated on him for his adhd? Also man does this town have an ableist history…..

Blood pack!!!!! Same big mood with the doctor not handling blood 😩

Yay Joan’s weird French films!!!! DAVID FUCKING TENNANT???!!!!!! <3 ohmgggg I love him as 10

Heyyy trash Mandy Moore lady is back!! :0

Did I meant I love the colors in this show? I do…

Noooooo jfk cheating on Joan? Wait…or not? Hmmm I feel like kissing another girl is bad…..FUCK is this is Total Drama and the Bridgette and Geoff scene >:( damn it!!! (Yes I know that they are 2 different shows but listen……hyperfixation™️ also my mom thought CH was TD lol)

Yay jfk and Harriet told Joan the truth….oh no Joan is going through so many emotions and drinking :0 hmmm 👀 (idk why but the little montage of Joan going rapid through different emotions feels like something bpd???)

Episode 7

Confucius parents took his sister to Bali but not him :( awwww his family didn’t care if he got lost in the dessert. Man Confucius family sucks, no wonder he tried to hard to be popular online, he just wanted attention :(

:( Abe and Joan army friends anymore noooo. Damn. Abe lost Joan and Ghandi, this dude is going through it….

My favorite background clone is Cathrine the Great, I think her design is so cute <3

The bus crash and now JFK brain is bigger….i think you have internal bleeding there bud…

“As a woke straight male ally let me put my lips on this unconscious black women to show how woke and straight I am” ……..topher bud….

Why is George Washtion Clever peanut man getting bigger??

Mr b using a short to cover his head <3

Ew why is jfk vice like that….

“Lo-fi haunted ghost screams” 👀

Smart jfk…Joan taking the lead. I feel like something bad will happen OR this is a dream.

:0 DJ Mr b!!!!!!

Cannibal dessert zombies….. scary!!

JFK calling people darling is cute :) <3

If jfk brain is smarter while in hot weather/if he’s overheating why didn’t this happen when he’s in the gym or doing sports? 👀

Smart jfk face : ☺️🫤

The husbands trying to snort each other 😏👀

Arroyo are gully in southwestern us….meaning the clone home is somewhere between Texas and California….

Joan wants someone who is emotionally intelligent and emotionally available….she and Abe become friends again……I’m guess they’ll end up together?

Episode 8

Oh snap they actually broke up! Also they co-own a tortoise? Cute

..,,,making the whole school sexual……😬 interesting…

“Where do you want the seaman to drop their load”

“For starters in my mouth” HA….🫵🤨 I know what you are doc

Frida having a crush on Cleo! Was not expecting that…Cleo doing her weird flirting again…was DEFINITELY not expecting that….

Harriet x Confucius is a cute ship….their such nerds <3

😬😬😬 the teacher flirting with Abe…:ma’am that not ok

“Virginity is a social construct” asexual Abe real!!!!!!!

I was going to say seaman I love you but I realize that sounds absolutely horrible out of context….

Singing pirates I love you and you talking about lgbt identity..

Topher the pirates thing you’re into Abe….. 👀

JOAN DONT PUT THE TOURTISE IN THE WATER JOAAAAAANNNNNNN!!!!!!! Oh thank goodness Abe rescued the pet

“It’s ok if a minor and a teacher are together” not the fuck it’s not lady!!! Topher why are you filming this???? Call the police????? Topher please 😬😬

Oh thank god she dead. But ahhhhhhhh still hella uncomfortable!!!!!!!!!

The “statutory-rape-death-by-orgasm situation is very troubling” MR B WITH THE FACTS!!!!!!

“So we’re not telling the police?” You can Mr b! Please call the police. Mr b I love you so much for looking out for the students.

Topjer blackmailing Abe because he (topher) is into Joan…..🤨🤨 are you topher?? Are you really??

One one hand, I’m like this is a stupid subplot, Abe just tell Joan how you feel who care about topher and his blackmail. But on the other hand, this situation kind of feels realistic? Like a weird way to talk about victim blaming?

Oh thank god something positive in this shit show….yippie Cleo and Frida got together!!!

Joan underwater with the emotional music…her screaming underwater…..cinema™️ :) Joan and jfk having a nice talk :)…:noooo rip Shelly the tortoise

Background gay couple yay :)

Episode 9

Noooo the husbands are fighting AGAIN….oh yay Joan and Mr b time!!!

Omg Mr b lore!!!!

He has a human twin brother??? HES RELIGIOUS????? Oh snap biracial Mr b 👀

Wait nevermind…. Awww Mr b didn’t know he was a robot :( and nether did his twin

:( noooooooo!!!!!!!! He left his brother 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

OH MY FUCKING GOD Mr b was a sex worker

Noooo Mr b please contact your brother!!!!!

Awew yay Mr b life getting better!!! :0 he got married!!!

Noooo his wife cheated on his and his son wasn’t biological his!!! :(

YES!!!! The twins reunited!!! :0 awew he’s an uncle now!!! Wow 2 nices and 2 nephews!!

NOOOOOOOOOOO HES BROTHER DIED!!!!!!

👀 Mr b was an actor!!!!

🥺 awww he thinks of Joan as his daughter!!!!!!

NO MR B DONT DO IT!!!!!!!!

Oh thank god doc saved him!!!!!!! 🥺

Oh my goddd…..the cliff!!! The choices!!!!!!!

THETE FAMILY AND HE CRIED!!!!

Favorite episode!!!!!!!!

Episode 10

Oh thank god, it’s the last one!!!!

Ponce’s dad is back!!! :)

It’s the last day of the school year…the teens are 16, so there sophomores???

Clone high college :0 oh!!! I was wonder what would happen to the senior class!!

West Dakota?????

Since the sisters didn’t make it into the death maze, do they life? Get immediate killed? I forgot that the government is trying to groom the most successful clones. So I guess this is a survival of the fittest….and since the OG clones were from the first project, this is a very new things. (Trying to make a mental timeline thing.)

The four amgias….

NOOOOO VINCENT DIED (maybe not?)

4 boys who are friends-ish

4 girls who are friends

Battle of the sexist 👀

Also both groups are the main cast….ok not topher he’s more of a side character…but still..

Yay Abe and jfk friendship :)

Ok so this is my 2 favorite episode.

This gives me minor hunger games vibes. The whole government watching kids fight to the death part; not the trying to stop the government and corrupt dystopia part…

Oh hey! That weird one type flute thing, forgot about that! :)

Frida has 2 different shoelaces :)

Joan leaving the group because Frida chose her girlfriend over Joan. I mean, that understanding to be angry, but I don’t think she should leave the group….

Yessss jfk breaking topher phone!! :) now Abe won’t be blackmail anymore!!!

Gay energy jfk x Abe

Lone wolf Joan….hmm maybe she is the most powerful/sussefual clone they made? 👀

Joan setting traps to capture her friends!!!! She IS the most dangerous clone!!!

Ok Joan keeps putting people into holes, either she doing that so she the only one to hit the button and go to college OR she doing that to save everyone from the death maze?

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHJHH Joan foster mom standing by Joan, using her daughter and grooming her to be the next leader!!! AHHHHHH I love it!!!!!!! Sidhaisn

!!!!!!!!! Them using the clones as backups!!!! Me think how it was weird that the government would let a clone die so easily!!! They won’t!!!!! The government controlling them to be successful puppets!!!!!! Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!! The angst, and tension!!! The betrayal!!!!! Love it!!!!!

👀🥺 doc think of the clones as his children!!!!!!

They lost their memories!!! But Joan giving it back!! Her caring about her friends!!!!

Oh my god the stupid little hands gesture!!!!!! <3

….

That’s it??? THATS the ending? The mother showing everyone what Joan did during the death maze? And everyone being anger at her?

Ok, I feel like the twist to that, if there a season 3 is that her friends will forgive her.

Ok! Thought time!!!!

Ok, the fist half of this so is ROUGH! Like it has an idea (government wanting to groom the kids to be a successful leader) but the comedy and drama got a bit out of hand for the plot. I think want to say around 7-8 is when the show gets more, lore like? Or as close to plot as possible.

This season is VERY Joan centric. It gave her SO much character development. At first I thought it wouldn’t work, it made Joan feel like one of those not like other girls, and loser girl gets popular troupe. The whole love triangle with jfk and Abe was a bit rough. It was weird that Joan decided to be with jfk, after sleeping with him on prom night. But I guess since Abe was with Cleo and Abe only paying attention to Joan after she change herself, it make a TINY bit of scene.

The writing try to make it seems like Joan still loves Abe with that sexual dream she had, but I feel like after that episode, it wasn’t brought up again until episode 7. When Joan wanted jfk to be more emotionally invested in her. Also the whole Abe being in love with Joan? Also the random Abe getting mistreated it felt…..odd?

As for the other characters; out of the OG cast (Abe, ghandi, Joan, Cleo, jfk) only jfk had some character development. At first he was sexual with some emotional intelligence (when he comforts Joan at prom, him and Abe talking in the thinking dock, the whole ponce situation)….in season 2 he was more sexual with some minor emotional scene. I feel like episode 7-10 is were jfk is the most emotionally here.

Cleo….she basically only has 2 episodes for her character development. Episode 4, and Episode 7-8. In episode 4, she gets the crown and gets power hungry, after Joan apologizes to Cleo, she and Joan become friends-ish. In season 1 Cleo and Joan spend a lot of time together, because their parents were dating. They mostly argue but were friends-enemy? So Season 2 feel both a continuation of their season 1 relationship AND just a way to re-write Joan and Cleo relationship.

As for the other episodes? It basically her and Frida because friends to lovers. To be honest while the ship is cute, I wish it was more slow burn?

As for the new clones Harriet and Confusious. I’m mixed. Togher they make a cute couple. But separately I like them more as individuals. Harriet is the most developed out of the 3 new clones. She was awkward and a bit anxious (I think?) around episode 1, then as the show progressed she only hang around Frida, then she became closer friends with Joan. In episode 5 it’s really were Harriet feels the most….developing? She gets angry and worried over feeling Joan about how she feeling about the play! But she expresses herself and that cool!! She also has a weird little friendship with Frida, the 2 of them make a weird little group.

Confusions. At first I didn’t like, he was just a random guy who I hate his outfit. By episode 5, he gets some personal! He wants to have people pay attention to him! And by episode 6- 7, that when you know I bit more about him! He has a rich family who ignores him! His family likes his sister more and seem to emotionally neglect him. He’s a bit lazy and like to go with the flow and not have to work.But besides that…..I can’t think of anything else to say?

Frida. She’s…..there. She hangs out with Abe and Joan and Cleo sometimes. She paints, skateboards, and is the most popular girl in school. Besides that? There not a lot of info about her. It seems like this season had a few too many characters so they made Frida fade into the background…

At first I hate the new Joan new mom. (Candid? I can’t remember her name) I felt like she was a random character that didn’t need to be there. I felt like she was just there to replace the doc and just be annoying? But as the show progressed she was more of a background character that was silly. As for the final; I feel that were she shines the most!! Her wanting her foster daughter to rule the world, that idea is so cool!!!!! I love how she talk to Joan, how proud she was, and how she was going to use the clones as backup or to try to make them more perfect!!! She’s a character a feel like could work If she wasn’t stuck in a comedy.

My b my beloved <3

Topher is a dick. Hate how he blackmails Abe and try to push him and the gross teacher thing. Hate hate the show decided to do that. Like man!! If topper was really into Joan and wanted to blackmail Abe he could have done it a different way!!!!

The humor in this show….don’t feel there? I had like, a few chuckles but that was mostly because from the Doc. Or like from physical gags like the slow float or the couch catching on fire. The animation is fluid and I could see it like, a few times. The colors are a bit brights but I love the background!!! As for the voice acting….its a hit or miss.

5/10

Very Rough start but love the final 3 episodes.

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hi. if you would like. infodump. about literally anything. games, books, hc's, etc. ramble to your hearts content. if you don't want to, have these funky guys as an offering of peace

I read the worry worm and it made me so happy. Kind of having an anxiety moment(tm) so sorry if this is wild

Time to info dump on my blog about IT. I love everything about IT but IT. I think the concept of a monster that attacks people using their imagination and can therefore also only be defeated by imagination is ingenious. The idea that it feeds off of hate because hate creates fear and the way someone could use this to explore the fear minorities faced during certain time periods and how we should be working together to make everyone feel safer otherwise we are the real monsters? Peak horror

The idea that Pennywise is more of an allegory for the monsters that is bigotry and hate????? Using the outcasts as one of the ones to defeat the monster???? yes please!!

Sadly, Stephen fucking King wrote the book and no movie adaption has been able to do the concept justice. Stephen King is my enemy must I explain why his delivery is terrible??? The movies only feed on this more by not explaining the monster and not delving into the themes. Also, ironically, the bigotry of everyone gets in the way of fully exploring the story and it's themes.

Not to mention a million things that could have been cut. Using Native American culture as a plot device???? No thanks ! The kids winning by... bullying... the monster????? Delete from my mind.

The scary moments are also awfullllll. Mostly discussing 2017/2019 because I am more familiar with them. Eddie's nightmare????? Delete delete delete. I need something new. Fresh. Not this weird zombie rip off?????? What???? Also, if we are going with the being gay in the 80s angle along with also having a fear of being sick, there are so many ways we could go !! Oh, and Richie ! I love him but he also needed a better fear. They actually went with the clown thing which is hilarious. The fear of death could have been a good way to go too but they barely delve into that. Oh, also, I think in the movies they should have explored more of his fear of losing his sight. That could be good. And all these fears can be tied into the marginalization of the characters in a way to tie by to the themes

Also Mike, Mike my main man is the only one with a scary fear scene. Only complaint is there wasn't more of them !! Also they took Mikes thing away from him and gave it to Ben only to give it back to him in chapter 2????? Weird but go off I guess. I think the movie could also delve more into his trauma and more so to tie back to the.... ✨theme✨

Ben does not have a scary scene until chapter 2. This is also a good scary scene. 10/10. Just I needed more ! Also, Ben should not become... "super hot" Ben deserving of love if he is conventually attractive or not

Bill... Work yourself out Bill. Love Bill. Don't know what's wrong with him but love him. Play more into his guilt. Stop showing the fucking clown. Oooo, a good idea could be that maybe Bill hears Georgie's voice sometimes. The idea that Georgie is still out there and he is doing nothing constantly haunts him as he feels as if he continues to fail his brother.

Bev... Bev my beloved. She's perfect. The movie did the best with her trauma (best for the movie that is) by adding the hair cutting. Still don't know why Stephen Kings only plot for women is periods. He should get that checked out or smth idk. I would just explore more her pain of getting bullied. It can't be easy on her to have the constant weight of society's views of her.

Also, cut the weird copaganda shit out of the movie. No, I will not sympathize with Henry but I also don't think the movie should want me to cheer on cops beating the shit out of him??? Jesus.

I could go on my I shall not. End of story, someone hire me to direct IT pls pls pls. I swear I will let the gays kiss. I swear it

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Y’all asked... here it is. Chapter 1 of some Heat x reader naga au. I do plan on making this multi-chapter, so I decided AO3 was the best place for it. I’ll always post chapter updates to this blog though!! Yes this is fully self-indulgent, fluffy, hurt/comfort monsterboy nonsense. Is it so bad to want to be snuggled in the warm arms of a giant snake-man? Is it?? (I’m aware that I’m insufferable)

I fully blame AND thank @immortalverse-arts for inspiring this with some lovely art and lore that I absolutely ADORED!!! Go check them out if you haven’t!

[madaboutmunson]

The Eddie Munson Tape Dates - Black Sabbath - Master of Reality

Warnings: Graveyard, poetry, fluff, so very many kisses, picnic

"I can't believe it's the last one." You say, flipping Master of Reality over in your hands.

"Well, you know it's just the last one of this batch, Babe. We can do this whenever we want, you know." Eddie smiles, rolling on his side towards you. He cups the side of your face to turn your face towards his and kisses you gently on the mouth, then the jaw and the neck.

"Eddie..." You playfully complain, "We can't just stay in bed all day."

"Who says we can't?" He says, grabbing the tape from you and putting it on the bedside table behind him, "I haven't seen you all week. We've got the place to ourselves. I don't see why we can't", he says, reversing the trail of kisses

Eddie was right. You had hardly seen him this week. In fact, you probably spent more time with Wayne this week than Eddie. You'd only gone over there to pick up a textbook you'd left there and ended up staying and chatting for a few hours.

"Well, except for the fact, this date is probably going to be the best one," he says, being purposefully vague.

"The best one? Really? How so?" You say, turning to him and returning his trail of kisses.

"Well, first of all, it has multiple parts. It involves thrift shopping, creativity, a picnic, and some scary stories," Eddie manages to say, a little distracted.

He then playfully pushes you away, "You know what, you were right! We can't stay in bed all day, Babe. We've got so much to do!!" Then, finally, he springs out of bed with a new enthusiasm he didn't have five minutes ago.

He opens up the cassette case and takes out $40. He gives you $20, leaves the other in the case, and starts getting dressed.

"Ok, so by sunset, you are gonna need The poem for me, an original by you, that I told you about in advance, so no complaints. At least one scary story. It doesn't have to be an original. Lastly, a suitably spooky thrifted outfit. I will permit you can use your own stuff, but the main elements of the outfit must be thrifted. " He says, pulling on his sneakers.

"Wow, So as it is now midday, Edward. I now have a little under 7 hours to do all of that, and stores are gonna close in 4 or 5??!!" You say, leaping out of bed, grabbing yesterday's clothes and throwing them on. Comically tripping over your jeans as you try to get in them.

"Hey, hey. Slow down, speedy. You need to make it to the date too, you know?" Eddie chuckles. "You can tell you aren't a person that's used to being late for things. Besides, your poem must be done by now, so that's one thing. You must have heard a scary campfire story. So it's really only the outfit, right?"

"Right." You smile and agree. He was correct, of course. You'd had this poem ready for some time and rehearsed it whenever possible. You knew you would eventually read it to Eddie. You'd just envisaged it being much later on.

"So I'll see you later, ok, babe?" He says, leaning down to you and planting a kiss on your head with his keys in hand.

"Wait...what? You're just gonna leave me, now. The man that just didn't want to get out of bed. You haven't seen me all week, and you're ditching me until later? I hate this date already, Eddie," you say half seriously.

"Oh ye of little faith, we'll see how much you hate it later on, shall we?" He smiles smugly at you and waves goodbye, leaving you in your bedroom, bemused.

You charge back through the front door a few hours later with everything required. You run upstairs to get showered, fix your hair and put on a little bit of darker makeup than you would normally. You wanted to look a little spooky but not like a zombie, and you really couldn't carry off that alternative look. You didn't have those kinds of makeup skills.

Once satisfied, you step into the 1970s prom dress. The skirt of which started at your waist and flowed to the floor, was black with 3 spaced out gold trim lines at the waist and two in the bottom third of the skirt.

The upper part of the dress was black, with golden embroidered detailing throughout. A modest v-neckline with a line of rounded black buttons to the skirt. The leg of mutton sleeves of the same material led to satin cuffs at the wrist.

You take a spin in front of the mirror. It looked nice, not necessarily spooky, though. You rummage through the bags, find the old black waist-length cape you'd found, and fasten it around your neck with its old chain clasp.

You grab your purse, put in your heavily handled but neatly folded poem, and then lastly, put on your little black leather driving gloves.

You spritz yourself with some perfume and hear the familiar rumble and creak of Eddie's van outside.

You grab your keys and purse, double checking you have everything, and hurry down the stairs.

You open the door, and Eddie is leaning in it confidently. You scan over his outfit as he does the same to yours.

He's basically wearing his own regular clothes, except for three things, he has on some coachman tails, a top hat and a cane. He obviously looks dashing regardless of the mishmash of Victorian, ripped jeans and Slayer t-shirt.

"Wow, you look amazing, Babe. So very groovy," he says, smiling and waving a peace sign at you.

"And you look like you blew your budget on that very fancy hat," you say, grinning knowingly and folding your arms at him.

"It really is a fucking cool hat, isn't it?" He says, completely ignoring any negativity in your statement.

"Now, My dark enchantress," he says in an eastern European accent, spinning his cane around and offering you his hand, "To the main event."

When he takes your hand, he twirls you into him, like something Gomez Addams might do to Morticia. You giggle, shut the door, and walk to the van.

Once in your seat, nerves set in, and you recheck your bag. It's all still there. You close it back up and drum your fingers against it gently.

Eddie starts up the van and puts in Black Sabbath's Master of Reality, which unnervingly starts with someone coughing.

Eddie nods his head and taps the steering wheel as he drives, occasionally looking your way and grinning. Maybe it was the hat, perhaps it was the outfits, the promise of a poem just for him, but whatever it was, Eddie was desperately excited about something.

You pull up next to a ruined building, the dusk making way for the dark quickly approaching. On closer inspection, you would guess this used to be a church of some kind.

Eddie hops down from his seat and runs around to gallantly offer you his hand to disembark. You tap your bag several times, check its contents, and finally take his hand to get down.

He then slides the van door open wide and is fussing about in there for a while before he hands you a lit oil lantern whilst he lifts out a picnic basket and his own lantern and slams the door shut, disturbing some winged creatures from their roost in the church.

Eddie escorts you along overgrown paths and gravel. In the lantern light, you see many tombstones and plaques on the floor, all worn and weathered. Some broken, some simple wooden crosses in the ground and some vast disfigured statues that loomed over you.

The lighting made the place both terrifying and beautiful, and you couldn't think of a better representative of your own feelings right now. You tap your bag again. It's still there. You haven't forgotten it.

You come to a high hedged area. Eddie stops and turns to you, turning your lantern down and then his own, "Ready?" He says sweetly, smiling at you before pulling back a sheet between the shrubs and waves you inside.

As you step through, you first see tens of lanterns dotted around the place and some candles happily melting and dripping down old stones of the clearly forgotten.

Your eyes adjust to the light; you can see this isn't an enclosed space. It was just that the greenery around one of the enormous angel statues here had overgrown enough to disguise some of that area.

You'd never thought of graveyards as beautiful before, but the warm light glowing against everything made it much more friendly.

Eddie walks ahead of you, now you're in a more well-lit area. First, he takes the blanket out of the basket and lays it on the ground. Then places the basket on top. Next, he pulls out some soda cans, a bunch of string cheeses, and a very familiar box.

A wave of happiness hits you. The little nods to past dates were here at the last one. You couldn't believe how you'd got so lucky to have met someone so thoughtful.

"Just wait for a second, one more thing," he says happily whilst pulling out yet another blanket, but this one you recognise immediately. It's the throw from your bed.

Eddie sits on the picnic blanket and pats it for you to sit next to him, and you oblige.

He unfolds the blanket and shows you all the new patches he's sewn on. One for every date. A set of red lips for when you watched Rocky Horror together. A disco ball and guitar for the one where you danced together over Hawkins. An air rifle patch for when Wayne tutored you both in shooting and many others.

Your hands go to your face in amazement, "Oh, Eddie...this is so wonderful. Thank you so very much. I mean, I know it's ours, but you put all the work in, really"

He looks so pleased that you love it and then quickly folds it up and puts it carefully back into the basket.

You sit and snack for a bit, exchanging urban legends or, in Eddie's case, stories from D&D lore about people obsessed with immortality and the first vampire. Then, when you get to the familiar box, inside, as you had hoped, it's a beautiful lattice work cherry pie, and just like the first time, you feed Eddie the first forkful. His expression is so soft as you do. He's so pleased you remembered.

Eddie checks his watch and nearly chokes on his mountain dew, "Sorry, babe. I got so carried away. I didn't realise the time" he stands up, dusts himself off, and walks off the blanket in front of you. The lanterns light him up like stage footlights, "So let's get to the next bit, right?" He gives you an encouraging smile.

You sit opposite him and watch him remove an actual scroll from the side of his top hat. Then, he pulls open the ribbon and unravels it.

"Oh wait," he says, "Almost forgot I need audience participation for this", and he grabs your hand and rolls up your sleeve before pulling you up to stand opposite him. He uses your linked hands to hold the bottom of the scroll and his free hand for the top.

He clears his throat, theatrically reciting and acting out his poem.

"My baby's scar is big and bad

And sometimes that scar

really makes my baby sad.

My baby's scar is proud and it's bold

And probably won't fade

Until we're grey and really old.

My baby's scar is absolute sheer class

It shows the cretins of this town

I've got a myself a certified badass

But my baby's scar is there to show

Despite the damage and pain

She wouldn't and didn't let go

So my baby's scar is beautiful you see

Because whenever I look at it

I'll know how much my baby loves me."

"Oh, Eddie. Thank you, that was beautiful," you say, wiping the tears from your cheeks with the back of your hand, but a huge smile on your face.

He knew how self-conscious it made you sometimes, and hearing everything it meant to him, made your heart almost burst, and you felt so proud to have it.

"I meant every word, My Lady," he says tenderly.

Eddie pulls your held hand up again, and places a line of kisses from your wrist, along your scar, all the way up your arm, neck, cheek and finally landing softly on your lips.

As you part, he says, "The floor is all yours, Babe. I can't wait to hear it."

You take a few steps back, pull out your poem and unfold it. You clear your throat and smile over at him, and he gives you a thumbs up.

"Ok, here goes," you say to yourself, brushing down the front of your dress.

"I met a guy called Bruce

With Hellion for a curl

Who turned out to be an Eddie,

Too much of a wild child for this girl

But somewhere between the books

A Dangerous Meeting was planned

That ended with a Run to the hills

Losfer words hand in hand

Before I knew it

I was Breaking The Law

And I fell Head Over Heels

For this Iron Man for sure

Everytime Im close to you

It's a Sheer Heart Attack

but I know without you

everything would Fade to Black

So, Babe Run if you can,

I have no remorse

But youve got another thing coming

If you think I wanna be somebody other than yours"

You raise your eyes from the paper to Eddie, his eyes are brimmed with tears, his brow slightly knitted, but his face can't hold back his radiant smile. His hands behind his back in a gentlemanly type pose.

You stare down at the last stanza, sitting there, waiting to be read aloud. Whilst written in basic blue pen, they couldn't have been more glaringly neon in your mind right now.

Your heart pounds and your chest heaves, as your fingers tense at the well-creased edges of the paper they made whilst you stood in front of the mirror practising.

You'd practised it in different rhythms, in different outfits, with different mannerisms, and different tones. Just so it could be perfect because he didn't deserve anything less. The last few times, you'd got it just right, you thought, but right now, you'd stalled, and there seemed to be no restarting.

This time it was real. This time if you said it, you couldn't take it back. This time Eddie was right there. Not a picture stuck up on a looking glass.

Your eyes move between the words and Eddie, and the lump in your throat returns again, once more trying to block off your ability to get the words out. What you wouldn't give for a drink right now.

How long had you been standing here like this? Minutes, seconds, you had no idea. Maybe you should just forget it, right?

No...you can't...this is it...this is the moment.

All this time leading up to this, all those tiny indicators along the way. All those times, you knew it in your gut but pushed it down because it was ridiculous. It was stupid. It wasn't the right time. You were too young. Maybe he didn't want this, you didn't know, you hadn't outright asked.

But you'd prepared for as many reactions as you could. You had rehearsed them in your mind over and over this last week. Hell, even before this week, it was just you didn't have the words before.

You stare desperately at the page wishing it could just read itself aloud, so you wouldn't have to.

But then it happens, Eddie shifts his weight where he is standing, your eyes lock to him, and the words pour out of your mouth. You knew them by heart.

"So, maybe not now,

But in the future, sometime.

Edward Munson

Would you let me be your Last in Line?"

You pull out the box from your bag and flick it open to reveal a ring, a silver dragon claw ring. You'd wanted it to fit his style, reference things he loved, and make sure it was totally replaceable. Otherwise, he'd worry about losing it.

Though ring details be damned, it feels like you spoke those words into a cave. Their lonesome echo in the dark of the night. They ring out in your mind. The rest is silence.

You don't know what to do next because the reaction you have is not one of the many you had planned for. But, this one, you can't figure it out.

At the very least, you can see it's not a positive one. If you had to label a photograph of Eddie's expression right now, it would be fearful.

The tears were streaming down his face as he shook his head from side to side. One hand in his hair, the other stuck firmly behind his back. He can barely even look at you at all. When you do see his eyes, they are wide, maybe confused, panicked or worried. His body is fidgety like he wants to move but can't

Fuck. You'd really fucked this up. How do you claw what you had back from this? Your brain decides to just run on instinct, and you want to rush over and comfort him, say you were sorry, that it didn't matter, and you should have asked first. Why were you always this stupid?

You step forward, and he takes his hand from his hair and pushes it out in front of him to indicate to you to stop. You do as requested and try to say something "I-"

The hand outstretched to you is now one finger trying to silence you from afar.

"No!" Eddie sniffles and looks to the sky for assistance, attempting to blink the tears from his eyes, but he's still crying too hard. It's unbearable to be at this distance.

"Hey, it's ok. We're ok. We don't need this..." You chuck the box into the darkness.

"No..be-be-be..." His words were cut up by sharp intakes of breath, and you be right there with him if it wasn't for the fact that you felt you couldn't cry until he was ok.

He looks at you, and the deepness of his sigh moves his shoulders up and down. He rolls his eyes and furrows his brow in desperation because he loves words, and currently, his body is robbing them from him.

His hand emerges from behind his back, and he holds his arm out to the side. You feel so confused right now, but something is moving in the darkness. You can hear something around you.

"Eddie, something isn't right. Just forget what I said, ok, let's just get out of here, alright?" Fear takes hold of you, memories of things lurking in the darkness when Eddie had saved you at the very last second by the lake.

"No," he says, finally able to take a whole breath instead of the shallow ones stunted by his sobs. He raises his arm again, and something swoops over your head this time. You cover your head and make a run towards Eddie, and that's when you notice it and stop in your tracks.

On Eddie's outstretched arm hand is a glove, a battered thick leather glove, and now balanced on it, looking around, is a beautiful Great horned owl. It's head bowing down to receive a treat from Eddie.

You look confused at him and his eyes seem to plead with you for understanding as he walks away and tethers the Owl to a nearby post. As soon as the Owl is secure, he runs over to you.

He grasps the back of your head and kisses you ferociously, and it's almost like the exchange of breath brings your Eddie back to life.

"Oh fuck", he says, hands in his hair, pacing in front of you, looking at you shaking his head but grinning wildly, and lets out a laugh, "Fuuuuuck!" He shouts whilst laughing at the sky.

You are standing still, bewildered, but at least he wasn't sad anymore. Then, finally, you take a moment to catch your breath and offer a small smile.

He lets out a loud sigh and tucks his hands around his chest, still shaking his head in disbelief.

"So, I just wanna be really clear on this. You, Y/N L/N, My Lady in shining armour, "he points at you, "wanna be with me" he points back to himself, "Forever?"

You stand there awkwardly unsure what to do or say. You look at Eddie's tear-stained face, which was now laughing intermittently.

"I just thought, you know, I...I...Did I scare you? I'm sorry. I should have asked. I just...you know...I can't see..." You are desperately trying to support your reasoning for asking, but without possibly causing him to retreat from you again, or frighten him. Which was problematic when all you wanted to say was, 'I can't see me being with anyone but you.'.

"You are avoiding my question. It's a simple yes or no" Eddie purses his lips and looks at you coyly from under his hair.

You close your eyes for a moment and steel yourself. Just say it and deal with the aftermath later. "Yes." You almost shout out.

"Well..." He says softly as he walks back over to you, "That's good to hear...you know...because me too" Eddie looks you in the eye before dropping to one knee on the ground.

He looks up at you and pulls out a leather-wrapped box from his pocket, "So just for clarity, and not because I love hearing it. Y/N L/N do you wanna see through the rest of time, maybe an Armageddon or two, with me?"

He opens the box to reveal a silver band with wings etched into it. His big brown eyes look up into yours, his big dimpled smile spread across his face.

"Yes," you manage before the tears of a range of emotions fall from your eyes. You think relief is the main one, followed closely by an overwhelming helping of happiness.

He scrambles to pull the ring from the box and puts it quickly on your left-hand ring finger like he's worried you might change your mind if he takes too long about it.

His eyes dart from your hands to your own tear-flooded eyes, but your smile is so big your face is starting to hurt.

Once the ring is in place, he wraps you tightly in his arms, only a tiny occasional release so he can wipe your eyes, before pulling you back into him for another hug or kiss.

He tilts your chin up to look at him, "By the gods, I love you, but holy shit, if you just almost didn't ruin my plan. Fuuuuuck!" He exclaims again into the sky, occasionally giggling like a madman.

"I'd been working with that owl every minute I could spare to get it right", he laughs, holding you tightly to him again, and kissing you on the forehead, "You know this confirms you're insane, right?"

You laugh and wipe your eyes. "The owl was your two-week project?" You ask.

"Well, yes and no. It's just more intensive these last two weeks, is all," he answers, "Oh, wait a minute!" He releases you and shouts, "Which one of your corpses has got my ring?"

You grab your lantern and run over towards the general area you threw the box and find it just sitting waiting on top of a tree stump.

"Got it!" You yell out and Eddie charges back over and collides into the side of you in a hug.

"Lemme see. I couldn't see it properly before." So you hold up the box for him and open it up.

"Now, this is what I have, but you can have whatever you want. I tried to get something I thought you might like. That fit with the others, so you wouldn't worry if you..." You say quickly.

Eddie turns your chin towards him, saying softly, "Babe, you're rambling. It's perfect." His eyes well up a little again, but this time there is no confusion, these are happy tears.

Your hands are shaking as you take it out of its box, and you almost lose it into the darkness again and grab it just in time. You hover it in front of his finger whilst holding his hand out and stare at it, muttering, "Are you sure about this? It's not about a wedding, a fiancé, or things like that. I mean, I just want you forever. Whatever shape that comes in, I don't care. But you shouldn't feel pushed into anything you don't want to do."

Eddie sniffles and lets out a small laugh, "All I can tell you is that if you do not put this ring on me, right now, and make me yours for eternity... I'm gonna do it my goddamn self, ok?"

You put the ring on Eddie's finger, and it's like a weight is lifted from you, tears still escape your own eyes, but you finally muster the strength to look him in his eyes again.

You grab hold of his jacket lapels and pull him in for a deep, passionate kiss. Eddie makes a pleased murmur but slowly pulls away, his eyes dazed, "Yeah, you might wanna save those ones for a little later, when we're alone", he says, smirking.

"You can come out now", he calls into the graveyard as you're trying to process what he just said, and you're still holding onto him tightly.

Four silhouettes emerge from the darkness into your lantern-lit area. You recognise three of them. Your Mom, your Dad and Wayne. The last person you don't recognise comes forward first, walks over to Eddie, and pats him on the back before going to the post to collect the Owl from its tether and leaves.

"Who-" you start to ask before you and Eddie are engulfed in another layer of embrace around your own, as your parents and Wayne wrap their arms around each other and you both.

You feel a hand wrap around one side of your head, pulling you away from Eddie into a tight embrace, a kiss planted on top of your head, and the chest you land against shudders with small silent sobs.

You smell the familiar aromas of cigarettes and cologne, "Hey, Wayne", You say into his chest.

"Hey Darlin'", he drawls, stroking over your hair still holding you tight, "You know, on the regular, if someone upset my boy like that, I'd make them wish they were never born." He laughs a little.

"If it's any consolation. I didn't mean to upset him like that. I also thought I'd terrified him at one point, and I was definitely gonna be in back your bad books" you say, genuinely making your hug a little tighter.

You turn your head to look at Eddie, your Mom busy wiping his hair and tears from his face, fussing over his clothes, and talking to him enthusiastically. Your Dad is beside her, his strong arm extended to have his hand on Eddie's shoulder. He mutters the odd word but mostly nods along with what your Mom is saying.

"Nah, " Wayne says with a chuckle, "It's much worse than bad books for ya now, girl. You can't tell that boy nothin' he won't hold you to. Not an ice cream you mention to stop him having a meltdown, not a trip to the park, so he does his chores. If you said forever, that's the time you gotta do."

"You know, I think I can manage that. Did you know? About the owl thing?" You ask curiously.

"Girl, you better go get that ring back cus it sounds like you don't know Eddie at all. He hasn't shut up about it for at least a month. No 'how's your day, old man, no 'hey, wanna grab a beer, just plottin' an a schemin' 'How many lanterns do you think I'll need and 'Should the owl fly from behind her or me?'" Wayne laughs, doing his best Eddie impersonations

"I can't believe you knew that, and sat opposite me just the other day and said nothing. You didn't even flinch when I told you my plan. Have you ever thought of taking to the stage?" You laugh.

"Truthfully, it was tempting to put you off completely, but then that Munson in me was like, Nah, let's see how this plays out", he laughs deeply.

"If I didn't love you so much, that would definitely be worth a thump in the arm." You say, squeezing him again.

"Careful now, don't want the boy gettin' jealous", he laughs. "Welcome to the family, Darlin'" He gives you one final kiss on top of the head, holds your hand and walks you back to your parents and Eddie.

You look at Eddie and he's mirroring the same big closed-mouth smile as you. So you figure he's had much the same interaction you have just had, only he's had to deal with two of them.

You do a quick drive-by squeeze of Eddie's side as you pass to switch places. To your surprise, your Dad grasps you first. His two big strong arms wrap around you and squeeze you tightly in a bear hug, "You alright there, Lass? I saw your face drop out there, and it took all of me not to rush out t'ya. Good job we knew beforehand."

"Oh, so you're a pair of sneaks too, huh? " You laugh, raising your head, freeing an arm to reach out to your Mom, and pull her in towards you also.

"It wasn't sneaking per se, it was more like you both told us not to tell the other. So we did as you both asked" she laughs as you look her over and wipe away her celebratory tears. "I knew it. I knew it the first day I met him. I said it to your father on the steps, so now he owes me $1000."

"$1000???" You say in shock.

"Look, she wrote t' bet down at the time o' meeting him. The odds were slim. I thought I was quids in, ya know? The way he were dressed, love. It didn't scream committed relationship lad, you know?"

You laugh together and take a quick look over at Eddie, who is currently pressed firmly against his Uncle in a tight double-armed embrace.

You leave them to it and start tidying everything away as best you can. Waving goodbye to your folks and Wayne as they go. You occasionally hold your hand out in front of you and admire its new addition.

A hand appears next to yours, another moves around your waist to your hip, and a voice in your ear, "Oh, are we gonna be those insufferable type people, now? I'm always down for a new way to annoy people, just wanted to make sure it was a team effort."

"Oh, everything is a team effort now, Babe. All the chores, writing your D&D sessions, attending parties of family members neither of us knows, painting my nails, any snacks you buy, you know everything." You say, turning to face Eddie, pretending to be serious.

His eyebrows raise, and he stares at you and blinks a few times, "So, like everything?" He says thoughtfully.

"Yeah, everything." You add matter-of-factly.

"Oh, ok then." He says, before behind down, grabbing your legs and putting you over his shoulder. "I figure walking is included on that list", he laughs, "oh, don't forget the box, babe", he adds, moving you around like a claw in a grabber machine.

"Got it!" You say as you grab it, and he walks you over to the van before setting you down outside the passenger side, opening the door, and taking the box from you.

You hop into your seat, and a couple of door slams later, Eddie gets into the driver's seat.

"So where are we off to, Babe? Mine, or yours-mine," you smile.

"After all that, Babe? Neither," he laughs, reaches into his jacket pocket, tosses you a motel key, and starts up the van.

You look over at him in surprise, "Well, it wasn't like you were gonna be able to turn all this down, was it?" He laughs mischievously, gesturing to himself and the van, and drives you into the night.

[poisonouswritings]

M4 and Horror Movies

GN!reader, fluff, mentions of potentially upsetting movies, imagine trying to Netflix and Chill with someone who has no idea what Netflix is

(This takes place in the Good End AU, where MC and Co. can travel between Earth and Astraea at will)

Felix

I would say,, ghost or witch movies. I think you'd want to go with movies that are like, horror/drama types. Something with more emotions than scares. Also just anything Weird. I think he'd really enjoy movies that don't have a clear story because he can make up his own interpretation.

My suggestions would be IT Chapters 1 & 2 (2017 & 2019), The VVitch (2015), Annihilation (2018), Black Swan (2010), Color Out Of Space (2019) etc.

You guys have A Blanket Lasagna, in the sense that there are layers of different types. Fleece, satin, cotton, flannel, a crocheted throw. Felix gets cold easy. Leave him alone. If you're hot then you can just shove all the blankets onto him. He Will Thrive.

Stella is lurking in the shadows. She keeps randomly hopping onto things or knocking things over. She has insane dramatic timing and basically keeps jumpscaring you guys.

You Will Not be able to talk much. He's really focused on what's happening. Keeps crying at the sad parts. Will hold your hands and be blubbering because in his head he's managed to come with a Significantly Sadder Twist than what actually happens. I hope you have several boxes of tissues at the ready.

Anisa

I'm evil for this but,, Anisa is fascinated with Earth and the amazing things humans here have done?? Show her tales of human horror.

She wouldn't really like much gore, so I'm gonna suggest movies like The Lodge (2019), Platform (2019), The Purge series (2013-present), Candyman (either 1992 or 2021), Midsommar (2019), Silence of the Lambs (1991), etc.

I think it would both depress and fascinate her! The amount of creativity the people of Earth have to torture each other (or depict torture at least) is,, disturbing. But amazing.

Maybe don't let Ayanna find out or else she's gonna continue to distrust you

You guys are definitely cuddling. You're the smol spoon. She's squeezing the hell out of you and hiding her face in your shoulder during the scary parts, but still peeks at the screen.

Her hands are wrapped around your waist,, pick one of her hands up and kiss the inside of her wrist,,, it calms her down

Sage

Definitely horror/comedies or horror/action. Something fast paced to keep his attention a bit!! But he's still not gonna make it through the movie.

I would suggest stuff like Mandy (2018), Funny Games (1997), Jennifer's Body (2009), Rubber (2010), Shaun of the Dead (2004), etc. You could try showing him the Firefly Saga (House of 1000 Corpses, The Devil's Rejects, 3 From Hell) but honestly I think he's gonna like,, zone out except for when Baby is doing stuff. And then get grossed out at the weirder stuff.

Y'know how,, being scared makes your adrenaline go wild and you tend to fall in love/get turned on a lot easier? Yeah so Sage is definitely nuzzling up to you and getting a little handsy.

Although some of the jumpscares actually do startle him, and then he's making a little squeak noise and hiding in your chest and his tail is wrapping around you and the tip is flicking around like crazy. He recovers very quickly and tries to play it off like nothing but for a few minutes after he's gripping you a lot tighter.

If you let him pick the movies then be prepared for him to just choose whatever's title screen looks the brightest/most chaotic

Rime

Am I saying he would like zombie movies? No. Am I saying you should show him zombie movies and be like 'dats you' every time? Yes. But for what he would actually enjoy, I'd say,, anything cultist/religious. I think he'd find the faith aspect both familiar and really really interesting. He'd like getting in the characters heads and understanding why they did what they did

I'd recommend,, Saint Maud (2019), Carrie (1976), The Lodge (2019), The Wicker Man (1973), Rosemary's Baby (1968), The Invitation (2015), Children of the Corn (1984), etc.

Does not get startled by jumpscares. I particularly good one might make him flinch very slightly but overall he's more focused on the story than the scares.

I think it'd be a little weird for him. He worked with cultists so he definitely recognizes a lot of the behaviors and fanaticism. Seeing it from this perspective, it kinda helps him realize how disturbing all that stuff was. It's a long period of introspection.

If he gets a little too deep in his thoughts, try to touch his tail. It surprises him of course but it also kinda shocks him out of his spiral. Being playful and casual with him definitely helps.

Remind him he's no longer like that. Smooch his cheek. Call him Bambi. He rolls his eyes and (affectionately and jokingly) threatens you to knock it off but really he loves it.

[paigenoelchas-blog]

Feels Like Home

16: Fight or Flight

Warnings: horror references and haunted house type situations. I don't believe it is scary, but I am a little in the dark side.

The lights on the path have an orangish glow. They lead the way to the haunted house. Every once in a while, someone jumps out of the bushes and tries to scare us.

"Amateurs," I say to her in a low voice. "I will protect you, love" I giggle at her and reach around her from behind, surrounding her in my arms.

She is adorable in every way.

There it stands in the middle of the square. The oldest house in town. The Blythe Mansion. It is an old house, but not decrepit. It is quite beautiful in its own way. Painted black, its yellow slightly askew overhang gives the feeling of an old timely horror movie. The windows are clouded over so that shadows and light are all that is visible. Tombstones placed in the front yard and the smoke created by a smoke machine add to the ambiance. A metal fence with spikes surround the property. The oak trees in the front yard sway and moan in the wind, owls hoot, the clouds roll across the sky, dragging along leaves from the maple trees that are shedding their weight for the winter. Two weekends a year, this mansion in a little town in the middle of the forest, one which was presumed to be truly haunted, gets to shine.

"I know it is something that I should have said earlier, but I don't like to be scared." She confesses.

"Then why on Earth do you want to go to a haunted house, Love?"

"Because I've never had some one that I trusted enough to go with me. I never want to let fear control me."

"I am honored. I promised I won't let you go. I will keep you safe."

She smiles and kisses my cheek. "I know I will be safe with you".

"Let's get some coffee to drink while we're in line," I say.

"I love you for many reasons, but your desire to fill me with coffee is high on the list." She kisses my cheek.

We grab drinks and notice how long the line is. I look around for Betty and Phillip, but I don't see them anywhere. I guess we're are going through this just the two of us.

"Perhaps we should have gotten here sooner? I don't see Betty or Philip." I apologize. "Do you want me to try and track them down?"

"It's fine. We have all night. Besides, waiting in line gives us more time for this." She wraps my arms around her from the back and leans against my chest facing out. Our fingers interlace and she occasionally raises my hand to her mouth and kisses my palm. I kiss her head and generally enjoy this feeling of closeness, one that I thought I had found and then lost and then found again.

I hold her as the line slowly moves. We joke and I kiss her forehead and whisper in her ear. She laughs. It is nice. These little moments that lead to a real love. These little moments are what makes a life.

She is nervous as we are the next in line. We have to sign a disclaimer that says we can't sue if we die or some nonsense like that. She quickly signs the document as do I and then our hands find each other again.

"Come on, you two, the time has arrived." A man dressed as a zombie butler says, "Welcome to the Blythe mansion where abnormalities abound. Mind your heads as you travel about. Beware. Not all who enter will survive."

He walks us to the door, his mouth sags on one side and one of his legs drags behind him. His act is good. Mahri seems to have bought into it. I smile as I watch her. She loves to live life and allows herself feel all of its moments. I love the way she is fully invested in everything she tries.

The double door in front of us creaks open. It is ten feet tall with black wooden panels that creep up to a curved point in the middle and is inlaid with images of life and death.

She is already burying her face in my shoulder. I squeeze her hand. "Are you sure you still want to do this?"

"Yes, positive," she says and forces herself to stand up taller.

We are greeted by a housemaid, pale, with hollow eyes. She is wearing a traditional maid uniform, black and white. She is a young, but a tiny woman whose hands look gnarled as she reaches them out to us.

"We must hurry," she says leading us toward a set of doors, heavy and laden with spiderwebs. "I heard a scream and the master isn't home," she continues.

The inside of this mansion is even more imposing than the outside. The foyer that we are standing in has twelve foot ceilings painted red an a sickly shade of crimson. The black velvet covered furniture is gorgeous and must be original to the house. A black crystal chandelier hangs from the ceiling. The shelves have been decorated to the brim with skulls and potions, rats in cages, sorcery books and carefully placed spiderwebs add to the effect. A picture in the wall has eyes that follow as we move across the room. To the left, a raven bellows, "Danger, danger to all who enter here." Bats fly high in the ceiling, their bodies hanging from the rafters. In the air, music from an untuned piano fills the air.

The housemaid continues on. "Follow me," she beckons, looking nervous and rushed. "The sound came from just down this hallway." The hall seems to be a little too narrow and a little too tall somehow. The wallpaper is an ornate mauve and pink rose pattern and the door jambs are painted black. The pictures on the wall have eyes that move wherever you go. Discordant piano music gets louder the farther that you move into the mansion.

"Stop!" The maid screams suddenly and puts a finger up to her lips. As she does this a black figure begins to approach from the end of the hallway. It grows taller and skinnier as he comes closer. This shadow continues to climb up the wall. The housemaid shudders and hides in the corner. Shadowman's finger resemble the branches of the trees outside, coming to sharp points at the end. He lurks in the corners and searches for any soul to disarm like a dog searching for his prey.

My hand is losing circulation. Mahri is holding tight to me and there is not even a shred of space between the two of us . She is breathing quickly. "Love, it's ok," I whisper, leaning in to his her on the head. She looks up with a weak smile and eyes full of resolve.

The figure on the wall comes closer and seems to sniff around the hallway waiting for a movement or a sound escaping from someone's lips. I'm now not sure if Mahri is breathing. The shadow hovers briefly near Mahri's head. After a few seconds, it huffs, seemingly finding nothing, and turns to move past us and into the foyer.

"We must keep moving," the maid encourages us along, "the screaming was so terrible. We have to find out what has happened. "

Taking a deep breath and switching sides with Mahri so I can give my hand a break, we walk down an excruciatingly long hallway. This part of the hallway is covered with windows on both sides. On one side, we see a doctor's laboratory. It is gruesome. A doctor, wearing a blood stained lab coat, leans over a body with a gruesome smile. Fluorescent lights dangle above his head blinking and flashing. The room is painted an off putting green. The nurse wears a grotesque amount of lipstick and her eyes are hollow and overdone with makeup, her dress is bloodstained and torn and entirely too small. She hands the wide eyed doctor rudimentary surgical tools as he removes internal organs from a patient that lay on the table. The patient is awake, his mouth is taped shut and his eyes are taped open. The tape on his mouth can't stop the screaming. There is blood everywhere. The joy that the doctor took in this process is obvious and his maniacal laugh almost drowns out the terrible piano music, still ringing in the air.

On the other side, we see some creepy twins singing an even creepier song. The girls have their hair is in ponytails and they are in matching dresses and Mary Jane's. There playroom is full of toys that are dirty and falling apart as is everything else. The wallpaper is pulling from the walls and the ceiling appears to be dripping some sort of liquid. Everything is grey except the girls and their brightly colored dresses. One girl looks at me and smiles a sinister grin as she takes a knife out of her back pocket. Before I can find out what happens, we are told to proceed down the hallway. I hear the scream of one of the girls and shudder.

Mahri's face is white. I think she is still breathing.

I whisper in her ear, "Are you ok?

She nods, "I am doing this." She grabs my hand tighter. I kiss the top of her head and we keep walking.

The hall suddenly gets tighter. The maid ahead of us says, "Just a few more feet and we will enter the master's office. This is where the noise came from." Suddenly, the walls open up and hands start reaching for us. One grabs Mahri's arm and I hear a blood-curdling scream escape from her mouth. I have never heard anything that loud, that terrified, come out of someone's mouth before. It is even more terrifying when it is out of the mouth of the woman you love.

I pull her to the side. "We are leaving. Where's the way out?" I quickly ask the housemaid. "There is no way out. It is written on the disclaimer. Did you read it? You have to go through in a timed manner. Once you enter, you can't leave except through the proper exit." She is whispering. This is the first time she has broken character.

"I was distracted when I signed the document. She is going to panic."

"We can try to move a little faster, but there are groups in front of us and we can't pass them and ruin their experience."

"The hell we can't." I raise my voice.

"I will be fine," Mahri interrupts and kisses my cheek. "The poor girl is just doing her job. We can get through this together. Please, let's not make a scene."

"Are you sure?" She nods warily. "

"I believe that we can make it through. Hold tight to me." I say to her and then look toward the housemaid. "I am sorry. We will continue."

The maid smiles slyly and says, "Thank you." She quickly slides right back into character as she leads us to the next part of the mansion.

Mahri seems to have more color on her face. She is taking some deep breaths and trying to regain her composure. We continue to head down to the end of the hallway. A door sits at the end it is, at once, inviting and terrifying. It is heavy metal door full of engravings that I can not comprehend. The metal has dents coming from the inside that looks as though someone had been trying desperately to get out. I notice a lock on the side and a strong deadbolt. Our guide has a key around her neck.

"The lady of the house was in here before I heard the scream. I have no idea what we are about to see. Please come with me." The maid informs us and then turn to unlock the door. Inside is a formal office. The walls are painted green. A big oak desk sits in the back of the room. The shelves are filled with books, some of which have been flung onto the floor along with various papers, a globe, and feathers frown the cushion of the desk chair. Along the wall and the desktop are deep scratches as if from an animal. Tufts of hair are attached to a hat rack and the side of a now broken mirror. I hear a soft groan coming from a closed door. Then I hear it again, a whimper this time. I thought it was coming from Mahri, but she was just standing there, eyes wide and wet. The sound is coming from behind the closed door.

"Please, someone help me." I hear from the secret room.

I am torn. I know this is part of the game and I promised not to leave Mahri's side or make her feel more afraid. I also know that I can't leave until I open that door and get through this challenge.

I lean over to Mahri and whisper, "The way I see it is this, we have to solve this problem if we ever want to get out of here. Once we are free, Then we can have a a couple of drinks, listen to some music, maybe take that hayride around town, kiss. But we have to face whatever is behind that door first. Do you think we can do it?"

She takes a deep breath and takes my hand "We have to. Don't let go."

"I promise, we will do it together." I say and kiss her hand. She is still a little flushed and her breathing is shallow. "You ready?"

She nods. We walk toward the door together her hand in mine. I have given up hope that I will be able to feel my fingers again. I look around, but the housemaid is gone.

I open the door where the noises are coming from and a woman, bloody and disheveled runs out, tears streaming down her face. Her hair which was once nicely done has been set into disarray and her mascara is streaming down her cheeks. The heel on one of her shoes is broken. She is frantic, panicked even.

"One minute I was in the office talking to my husband, and the next minute, he was changing..." she was hysterical "...into this monster. I locked myself in the closet after he got my arm." I look down to see scratch marks that match the ones on the desk and the walls. She stops all of the sudden then holds a finger up to her mouth. "Hide," she whispers, "he is coming back. I can hear him. She runs back inside the closet and locks the door, leaving us to face whatever was headed our way.

"Remember," this is a haunted house. It isn't real. We are strong. We can through this together." I smooth her hair trying to calm her. My arm slides around her waist and she tucks her head closer to me, but she won't hide her eyes. She has to know what is going on, hiding her face would be worse.

"It seems real though, my fear is real." She says honestly

"I know. You want to conquer this fear though, let's conquer it together." I would take her away in a heartbeat, but at this point she would regret leaving and giving in to these feelings.

It is then that I hear it a low growl coming from a door I hadn't seen before. It gets louder and deeper and the floor seems to rumble.

Mahri spins around and I see two eyes reflecting the light the way a dog's eyes reflect a flashlight. The eyes move closer inside the doorway. Mahri is stiff and still. The animal begins to move toward us now. I see fur and muscles, teeth and claws coming quickly. I don't know if these people are allowed to touch us. I spin to put Mahri behind me, but she won't let me. All of the sudden, she comes to life. She lets go of my hand and runs toward the creature. She is screaming. The sound is guttural and unhinged. She runs straight at him and before I can stop her, she punches him in the face. The combination of the running and the punch knock him flat to the ground.

My mouth hangs open in disbelief. She is crying and laughing a little in the release of all of the tension that had been building up.

We have to get out of there before they catch us, so we run. We run past the creepy clowns, past the garden of dolls, past two groups that were in front of us, one of which seemed oddly familiar, we run past Freddy Kruger and past the window in which Michael Meyers was ready to slay us. We run out the back door and don't stop laughing until we are at the bar.

"I guess you conquered your fear." I said. I am actually quite proud of her, not for hitting someone but for being brave and facing her fears. She is brave and strong and incredibly sexy.

She chuckles, "I guess that's one way to look at it. I'm embarrassed. I hope that guy is ok." Her face is flushed but her smile hasn't left her face. Her words still carry a touch of laughter.

"He will be fine and you shouldn't be embarrassed. You should feel like the sexiest, most capable, incredible woman the world has ever seen."

I move in quickly and pull her body close to mine. With one hand on her ass, the other on the back of her neck, I kiss her. The kiss is aggressive, full of passion and lust. It is full of all of the desire that I have felt for her since they day we met. Then, it is also filled with the desire that I feel for her in this moment. Our tongues forcefully explore each other. She is moaning, inviting me to continue. My hand moves to the back of her head tangling in her hair, allowing me to increase the depth of the kiss and dangerously pulling her body closer to me with the other hand that is intensifying its grip in her ass. Her arms are tightening around my waist and threatening to pull me so close that I can't escape.

Watching her take down something that scared her, seeing her ability to adapt and overcome obstacles, make me want her even more. I am glad that we are in public or I would definitely be in trouble. Her kisses are passionate as well. I can tell that she also desires me. I feel as if, in this moment, that the world around us doesn't exist. We are the only two people that matter.

When we finally, and I mean finally because this kissing session is not quick, pull away, my heart continues to pound. I refuse to look away from her eyes which are now more gray than green. I am filled with love and lust, longing and desire, admiration and respect for this incredible woman in my arms.

One hand still rests on her ass the other is wiping her hair away from her face. Her hands are locked on my hips.

She smiles shyly at me.

"I guess no more haunted house for me." She said wryly.

"I don't know, watching you take that guy out was the most compelling thing I have ever seen anyone do."

"Compelling?" She asks.

"Yes, compelling. Seeing you conquer your fear and taking that guy down, makes me so proud and I think it is so..." I pause, looking for the right words. "... there are many ways that you are attractive to me. You have a lovely heart and a beautiful mind. You are gorgeous, from you sable hair to your emerald eyes, you are kind when you need to be and gentle when it is right. You are willing to forgive and love despite the consequences, but tonight, when you were able to fight back and not let fear overtake you, that was the sexiest thing I have ever seen."

"I freaked out and punched an innocent man and you thought that was sexy?"

I pull her tight again and lean into her ear, my voice low and full of desire, "Baby, you have no idea how sexy."

She looks up at me with eyes full of something I had never seen before today. She held that same look earlier. It is one that I can not read.

She opened her mouth to speak. Before the words come out, Betty walks up behind us.

"We waited for you all at the mansion, but you never showed up. For what it's worth, whatever has been happening here for the last fifteen minutes... that's good stuff. Steamy even. Nice work, loser." She says and punches me in the arm. "When you're finished come and join us. I owe you both a drink. I'm sure you are fucking parched from all of that kissing and ass grabbing, geez." I look over and see Philip giving me a mocking thumbs up. Mahri giggles.

I hang my head low, and rub Mahri's arms in resolve. I smile sympathetically at her and I am upset that our time has been disrupted, but part me is also thankful. If I am supposed to be taking this relationship slow, I definitely needed a distraction, even if that distraction is Philip.

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Same Time (4)

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four

Pairing: Changbin x Reader/Minho x Reader

Warnings: Smut, Unprotected Fucking, Oral (m. & f.), fingering ect. Angst

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Both men physically tense up as they eye eachother up. Minho's heart pounds into his ears as Changbin puffs out his chest, trying to seem intimidating to Minho, but it doesn't bother him. Minho sets his shoulders before clearing his throat. "She deserves better than you. She deserves better than being treated like she's nothing." 

Changbin laughs. "And better is you?" He sneers. 

"Absolutely. I won't keep her hidden, act like I'm embarrassed to be seen with her." Minho scoffs. 

"I'm not embarrassed of her.." Changbin says. "She's not going to say yes to you. She's in love with me, it'll always be me." Changbin smiles. "Sure, she went on a date with you, but she'll keep fucking me." He laughs, patting Minho on the shoulder. Minho steps back from Changbin, nodding his head. 

"Yeah." Minho smiles. "We'll see about that." He finishes, walking away from the delusional man. Minho knew he had gotten into your head about how badly Changbin was treating you. You were a smart girl, he knew you'd realize your worth and soon you'd be his. 

** 

You're dancing through your apartment, listening to music while cleaning. You had spoken to Changbin in a few days and honestly your heart hurt, but you knew you needed to distance yourself from him if you were going to be happy with someone else. 

You stop in your tracks, the smile fading from your face as you think about being with someone other than Changbin. As much of a dick as he was, and how dumb he was, you still wanted him. You still hoped that somehow he might love you back. 

You knew the likeliness of that was slim to none. He has Hwasa, so he didn't need you anymore. You sigh as you pull out your headphones, not quite feeling like dancing anymore. You were just about to curl into a ball on the couch when your phone began to buzz. Your smile grows, seeing Minho's name flashing across the screen. Quickly you answer it. "Hello?" 

"Hey you." He says, you can hear tension in his voice through the speaker. 

"You okay?" You ask. 

"All good." He laughs. "What are you up to tonight?" He asks. "I want to do something." 

"I'm not doing anything." You excitedly say. "What did you have in mind?" 

"Something special." He tells you. "I'll pick you up at 8pm." 

"See you then." You finish, hanging up the phone. You set it down on the table, realizing that your heart suddenly doesn't feel so empty. 

** 

Your doorbell rings at 8pm exactly, and you are ready. You had no idea what he had planned, so you decided to go casual with leggings, a cute top and a cardigan, you left your hair down and applied natural looking makeup. 

You open the door and Minho's face immediately lights up when he sees you. "You take my breath away everytime." He sighs, grabbing your hand and kissing it before pulling you from your apartment and leading you down to his car. 

"So what's the plan?" You ask, buckling your seatbelt. 

"Well, since no one is at the dorm tonight, I set up something." He says, scanning your face for your reaction. 

You smile widely, nodding your head in excitement as Minho begins to drive you back to his dorm. 

Thirty minutes later you're sitting on the couch in the living room, surrounded by candles, an array of your favorite snacks laid out on the coffee table, with a pile of your favorite movies stacked on the floor. 

"Which one first?" He asks, pointing to the pile. 

"Gotta start off with zombies." You laugh. "Train to Busan."

Minho grins, pulling it from the pile and putting it in the DVD player. He had a feeling on why you picked this movie, and as it played on and people began getting sick and the action started, his assumptions were correct. You continued to inch closer to him with every scary part of the movie until he had his arm wrapped around you and you were snuggled into his side. 

He honestly felt like his heart couldn't take it. He hadn't felt as happy as he did in that exact moment for who knows how long. 

After the movie had ended, Minho stuck in the second movie, but you weren't paying too much attention to it. You looked over at Minho who had already been looking at you. You smile, darting your eyes away and then look back at him, who was still looking at you. 

"What?" You giggle. 

"You're just so beautiful." He sighs, grabbing your chin. Minho closes his eyes, leaning in for a kiss, parting his lips. Before the two of you could kiss the, the door opened and a few of the members walked in, coming back home early, despite saying they wouldn't be back until morning. 

It eventually got so crowded that the two of you decided that you would go to your house where you would have much more privacy. 

The drive was quiet, your stomach was nervous. You wanted him to kiss you, you wanted him to touch you, and you hoped he would make a move tonight. 

"So..." You begin, placing your keys on your kitchen table. 

"I'm going to do something." He starts. "And if you're uncomfortable, let me know, but I need to do this." He finishes. You both stand there for a few seconds, staring at each other before Minho walks towards you. He reaches his hands out, placing them on either side of your face before leaning down, pressing his lips to yours. You wrap your arms around his waist, falling into the kiss. Slowly the kiss becomes more heated, Minho slips his tongue into your mouth, tangling it with yours. 

You had been kissed before, more times than you could count, but this.. you had never been kissed like this before. The passion Minho had for you came out in the way he kissed you, the way he held you and caressed you. 

He suddenly pulls away, panting as he tries to catch his breath. You look at him confused, as if you had done something wrong. "I'm sorry." He whispers. 

"If I didn't stop I was going to take it further." He explains. 

"I want you too." You whisper, looking at him with a seductive smile.

"You're.. ready?" He asks.

You excitedly nod your head as he smiles widely. Without warning he runs towards you, scooping you up and over his shoulder before running off to find your bedroom. 

Minho lays you on your bed, while he stands over you just admiring you. "I want you to do whatever you want to me." You say. 

He lightly chuckles. "Oh baby. You don't know what you're in for." 

Minho runs his hands up your legs, tucking his fingers into the waist of your leggings. He hooks his fingers in, pulling them down, along with your panties. You lift your ass, helping him take them off. He slowly pulls them down, over your thighs, down to your calves, pooling them at your ankles before fully pulling them off. With a smirk on his face, stands up, discarding his shirt and undoing the button to his jeans, pulling them down and leaving them on your floor as he crawls onto your bed. He positions one leg between your legs as he crawls up to you. He runs his hands over your stomach, pushing up your shirt, groaning as it's pushed over your breasts, making them jiggle. He helps you take it off, throwing it behind him as you sit up slightly, letting him unhook your bra, tossing it to the side. 

He cups your breasts, leaning his head down, taking your nipple in his mouth, sucking gently until the bud hardens in his mouth, running his tongue over it. He releases your nipple, moving over to your other one to do the same thing. You let out small breathy pants as he licks and sucks your nipples, teasing you, making your pussy throb in anticipation. He brings his head closer to you, pressing his lips against yours, deepening the kiss quickly while slipping his tongue into your mouth, making you moan into the kiss. Without breaking the kiss, he moves his hand down your body placing it between your bodies and between your lips, rubbing your throbbing nub. 

"Oh." You groan, as your back arches, pushing yourself more into him. You can feel his hard cock pushing against your pelvic bone as he begins to slowly hump you, rubbing his clothed cock against you. 

"Just fuck me, please." You beg, bucking your hips. "I want to feel you inside me." You whisper. 

"Soon enough." He smirks, moving down your body, until his face is buried between your legs. He spreads your lips, diving in face first, attaching his lips to your clit, sucking while inserting two fingers inside you. 

"Oh my god." You groan, as Minho pumps his fingers in and out of you, while licking your clit, teasing you with the tip of his tongue. Your orgasm builds quickly, it's been a few days since you had gotten off, your pussy was begging you to let her cum. You grind yourself against his face and he picks up the pace with his fingers, switching between licking and sucking your clit. You grip the bed sheets as pleasure radiates through your body, the feeling of pure bliss surrounding you. You grab onto a clump of his hair as your orgasm hits, you aggressively grind on his tongue, riding through your high. 

"Fuck, Minho." You scream out, jolting upright as you cum all over his face. 

You collapse back on the bed, panting as Minho looks up at you, his face glistening with your cum. He crawls up the bed standing up to take off his boxers, throwing them behind him. He kneels beside your face, turning your head to face his large, thick cock staring directly at you in the face. 

"Open." He demands. You get on all fours, opening your mouth for him to shove his cock down your throat. You close your mouth around him, sucking as hard as you could, as he kneels there with his hands tucked behind his head. 

"Good girl." He groans, watching you slurp on his cock, drool spilling from your mouth. Minho grabs a fistful of hair before he thrusts his cock down your throat making you choke, tears running down your cheeks as he continues to do it. 

"That's it. Take that cock." He grunts, thrusting himself into your mouth over and over again. He pulls himself out of your mouth, laying down on the bed. "Ride my face and suck my cock." He grins. You straddle yourself on his face, his tongue already out to lick your pussy again. You bend down, sticking his cock back in your mouth as he sucks and slurps on your clit again. His tongue movements make you forget what you're supposed to be doing as you begin to hump his face. 

You swallow his cock again, deepthroating it as far as you can, until he thrusts up, sending it far down your throat again, making him groan onto your pussy. He quickened his pace, making you cum quickly, spilling your juices all over his face. He doesn't bother to clean himself up, instead pushes you off him after you cum, holding your legs up in the air as he lines himself up with your entrance. He grips tightly to your legs, pushing his cock inside you, stretching you out. He immediately begins to pound your pussy, desperately yearning for his own release. 

"Fuck." You scream. 

"Scream my name." He moans. 

"Minho.. oh fuck Minho." You scream, loudly. 

He pulls you in closer to him, his thrusts shorter and harder as he grunts loudly, sweat dripping from his forehead. He quickly pulls out of you, pulling you up to your knees, placing you flush against his. He bends down to insert his cock inside you again, pulling your back close to his chest. He thrusts violently as his hand wraps around your throat, squeezing tightly as he moans into your ear. 

"You're gonna make me cum." He grunts, squeezing tighter as he shoots his cum into your pussy, filling you up. He pulls out of you, his cock red and throbbing, your pussy dripping in cum. 

You both collapse on the bed, your bodies dripping in sweat as you both try to calm your breathing. 

"That." Breath. "Was." Breath. 

"Amazing." He finishes. You laugh, turning your head to look at him. 

"I think I'm going to get a noise complaint.. They're going to know your name now." You giggle. 

"You introduced me very well." Minho laughs, struggling to get out of your bed. "Do you mind if I shower?" He asks. "I need to go home, and as much as I love it, I don't want to show up smelling like pussy." 

Your face turns bright red as you hide your face under the covers. You wave your hand out, shooing him to go. All you can hear as he walks away is his laughs at your embarrassment. A few minutes later you join him, having some fun in your shower. 

** 

Minho doesn't lose his smile the entire drive home the next morning. He replays the sound of you moaning, the sound of you screaming his name as you came all over his cock and his face. Fuck, he was getting hard again just thinking about it. As he walks in the door of the dorm, he sees Changbin sitting on the couch, looking up at him. 

"Where were you?" Changbin asks. "You were gone all night." 

Minho rolls his eyes, going to walk past but Changbin stands up, blocking Minho's path, Minho takes a deep breath in to try and calm himself before looking Changbin in the eyes. Changbin stood close enough to Minho that he immediately recognized the scent radiating off his body. 

It was yours. It was your soap. 

The ocean smelling body wash he always loved to use when he showered at your place. He steps back, his face angry. "You were with Ayn?" 

"What do you think?" Minho asks, rolling his eyes. 

Changbin grips the collar of Minho's shirt, pulling him closer, exposing a few small hickies scattered near his collarbone. 

Changbin furrows his brows, asking Minho a question through gritted teeth."Did you fuck her?" 

Minho smiles, leaning in closer to Changbin. He whispers in his ear. "Take a guess." Minho laughs. "Of course I did. Do you wanna hear details? How many times she came from my tongue or my dick? Her voice might be a little hoarse when you call her." He smirks. "My name is a little rougher in the throat." He finishes with a wink as fury takes over Changbin. He pushes Minho back, raising his fist, and punching an unsuspecting Minho directly in the face. Minho stumbles back, his hand covering his mouth, shocked. Minho uses his finger to touch his lip, feeling the blood dripping down his face from his split lip. 

He laughs manically, as he stands up, looking at the furious Changbin who stands there huffing, his body physically shaking. He charges for Minho again, but this time Minho catches Changbin off guard, hitting him in the side of the face with his fist, causing him to lose his footing, almost falling back. 

Changbin stands up, looking at Minho with such disgust and hatred in the moment. 

"Maybe I deserved the first one." Minho yells. "But I don't deserve another one for treating her better than you ever have." He spits. A smile spreads across Minho's face as he looks Changbin in the eyes. "I treat her better, which means I probably fuck her better too?" 

Changbin charges for Minho again, tackling him to the ground, swinging at his face, trying to get as many punches in as he can. Minho blocks his face before the rest of the members rush into the living room, pulling Changbin off of Minho. Bang Chan holds onto Changbin as Han helps Minho up. Minho let's out a loud laugh. "Look at this. Look at how mad he got because he fucked up a good thing." 

"What the hell is going on between the two of you?" Bang Chan yells, looking between the two sweaty, disheveled men. 

"He fucked Ayn!" Changbin yells, pointing at Minho. "He knows I'm in love with her!" 

"He's pissed that he fucked up with her." Minho yells. "I'm just shooting my shot with a woman who I'm interested in. It's not my fault you don't have any balls to confess to her." 

"All this, over a fucking girl?" Bang Chan yells. "Give me your phones and get the fuck out of my sight." He yells. 

Changbin and Minho hand over their phones before walking away to their rooms, not saying a word to each other. 

Bangchan takes a deep breath, hiding both the boys phones before pulling out his own phone, dialing your number. He sits down on the couch, dreading the fact that he has to make this call to you but he doesn't have a choice. He can't continue to have his members fist fighting over a woman. 

You're sitting on the couch, eating snacks and watching a show when your phone rings. You look at the ID and instantly are nervous. Bangchan never calls you, and when he does it is usually with an issue. 

"Hello?" You answer, trying to not sound nervous. 

"Ayn." Bangchan sighs. "What the fuck are you doing?" He asks. 

"I'm sorry?" You say, feeling a little taken aback. You adjust your sitting position, as if that's going to help you hear better. 

"With Changbin and Minho. What the fuck are you doing?" He asks, his voice steadily rising. "I cannot have my members fucking fist fighting and attacking each other over some pussy." 

"What are you talking about?" You ask, genuinely confused. 

"Figure your shit out Ayn before you don't see either of them again." He spits, hanging up the call. 

You had absolutely no idea what was happening. Why were they fist fighting over you? What the hell was wrong with Changbin and Minho. You felt so overwhelmed with everything. You had no idea what to do with either situation. You felt like you wanted to disappear, start fresh. With tears brimming in your eyes, you tried to set your phone down, until it rang again. 

"Hello?" You whisper. 

"Ayn!" Your friend Jessi yells through the speaker. "Bitch! Beach vacation, two weeks. Come on, you gotta join us." 

A beach vacation? Away from everyone and everything for two weeks? 

"I'm in." You say, clearing your throat. "I'm coming right away. I'm going to pack quickly. Text me the address." You say, hanging up the phone. You jump off the couch, rushing around your room to pack everything you need. Bathing suits, shorts, tank tops, sun hats and you would most definitely make a stop for alcohol on your way out. 

As you finished packing, slid on your sandals and grabbed your car keys, your phone rang. Looking at the screen, you were confused about why Felix was calling you. He never called you? 

"Felix?" You answer. 

"Hey you. It's me." You hear through the speaker. "My phone was taken." Minho says. 

You don't say anything. 

"Can you come over?" He asks. "It's important. I really need to talk to you." He pleads. 

You let out a long breath. "Sure. I'll be there in twenty." You say, hanging up the phone. 

** 

Twenty minutes later you were standing inside the dorm with your arms crossed, with Minho standing in front of you, looking extremely nervous. You note the bust lip as you're staring at him. 

"I have to ask you something." He begins. 

"Minho, I shouldn't be here.. " you whisper. 

"Just give me a minute." He pleads. "I want to know if you would be my girlfriend?" He smiles. 

Your eyes widened at his question, it hadn't been something you were expecting him to say. 

"I don't.. I don't know. I'm not sure if I'm ready for that.." you whisper. 

Minho looks offended at your answer. "After everything?" He scoffs. "You're still torn? It's an obvious choice."

"I need to figure out what I want. And I don't know who or what that is." 

"I want to be with you." He laughs. "I don't just want you as just some hole to fuck." 

"Wow." You scoff. 

"I'm leaving. Don't call me." You growl, turning away from him to storm out of the dorm. 

How fucking dare he? 

You're fighting off tears as you slam the front door, walking down the hall with your head down. You don't see the man walking towards you and he doesn't see you either. You both collide, with you hitting his chest, stumbling back. You look up to apologize, until you see it's Changbin. 

"Ayn.." he whispers. 

You don't say anything, only try to move past him but he stops you. "You don't have to say anything, just listen to me." He pleads. 

What the hell was with them today?  

You cross your arms and tap your foot as you wait for him to speak. He lowers his head, scratching the back of his neck before he begins to speak. "I'm in love with you." 

Your heart begins to race. 

"I acted the way I did because I was terrified of my feelings for you. I was scared that I would ruin things, that you wouldn't feel the same as me. I wasn't sure if I could take that kind of heartbreak.. so instead of hurt you and you will never know how much I regret the things I said and did to you. But I needed you to know, I love you." He breathes. 

"Why now? Why are you telling me this now? You've had months to tell me but instead you treated me like garbage. I just can't do this today. I'm sorry, I need to go." You whisper, holding back your tears as you brush by him, running out to your car. 

You cry the entire way to the beach house. As soon as you get inside, you collapse into your friends arms, spilling out everything to her. 

"Girl, you need a drink and some fresh dick." Jessi laughs. "Get changed and let's go to the beach and get drunk and forget those losers." He exclaims. 

"Yes, and yes." You laugh, taking your luggage upstairs to get changed. 

Once you were ready, you headed back downstairs, feeling slightly better but the words of both men swam through your head. Minho's asshole comments, Changbin's confession, you were so confused. 

"Go to the bar, I'll be right there." Jessi tells you, pointing to the hut on the beach. You make your way over there, grabbing a seat. You order yourself a drink and a few shots, ready to forget for the night. 

"This seat taken?" You hear from behind you. 

"No, it's free." You sigh, not looking at who you were talking to. You quickly down your drink and your shots, your cheek rest in your palm as you wait for the bartender to come back. 

"Hey." The man next to you says. You perk up, looking over there and your jaw almost drops at his smile. "Can I buy you a drink?" He wonders. 

You nod your head with a smile on your face as Jessi comes and sits beside you. 

She leans over to whisper in your ear. "What better way to get over a man, then to get under a new one." 

"Sure." You smile. "I'm Ayn." You say. 

"Nice to meet you, beautiful. My name is Wooyoung." 

[shirophantomvox]

First Date with Chrollo (Human Diary)

Hello everyone! I am back with another “First Date” post featuring the Prince of Darkness. This was an anon post but I can't find the ask anywhere! I have been watching JoJo’s Bizarre Adventures lately and it is a very interesting show. Dio turned into a zombie and he’s so mean to Joseph. Anyway, let’s get into the post. The end is a bit angst-y but I did that to take a slight turn from all Fluff. I hope you enjoy! Part 2 coming sometime this week.m

It is common knowledge that Chrollo loves to read many books. When he was a child, he had time to read and that provided a great source of comfort. Although he seems to be ruthless, every human has the ability to seek compatibility and compassion. Both Hisoka and Chrollo enjoy the romance genre except Hisoka prefers to watch movies while Chrollo loves to read stories. You've known Chrollo since elementary school. You were fortunate enough to be able to move out of Meteor City and attend a better elementary school. As a child, you were an outcast and made few friends but on occasion, Chrollo would see you at a local arcade. Of course, your mother paid for the both of you to have fun but once it was over, it broke your heart because you knew about the conditions he’d return to once he left.

As time went on, you entered college and decided to invite Chrollo on campus so he could be something like a driving force for future success. You’ve been accepted into Yorknew University planning on majoring in Computer Science with a minor in Digital Art. Reaching Chrollo posed a challenge. He never responded to a few messages but on the third try, he answered with an excited response.

“Please forgive me y/n for not responding soon enough. I am more than happy to visit you. I am proud of you and your accomplishments. I do not see myself as a college man but, hey, don’t knock it until you’ve tried it right? I’ll be in touch.”

-Chrollo

At exactly 7 PM on a calm Fall night, standing outside of the campus’ most prominent book store, you began to sweat and your makeup began to drip. Just as you were about to wipe it off, you heard a voice call your name.

“Y/n? Is that you?” He chuckled as he questioned your appearance.

Turning around, you jumped a little at the sight before you. This wasn’t the same Chrollo you remember, of course. He had grown several feet, his face was much sharper, his arms were much bigger, had a bandana tied on his forehead, and he had a few rings on. He was dressed in a white polo shirt, black pressed slacks and black dress shoes. It’s weird. It felt like an arrow was shot through your heart.

“Are you ok? You act as if you’ve seen a ghost.”

“I’m fine! I’m just---You--look…”

“Ah, I see. There’s no need to be flustered. I am the same as when we were kids.”

The Yorknew Sailor Store was designed something exactly like a Barnes and Noble except the walls were painted to match the school’s colors.

The bookstore had a perfectly designed Starbucks, with a wooden finish, black and brown metal tables, beige tile floor, and glass doors.

Chrollo immediately noticed the change in behavior, one he wasn’t used to.

The students were snooty according to him and reminded him of how the city council would act towards him, his family, and those who were like him.

First, you offered to buy him a drink. The good thing about Chrollo is that if you or anyone else offers to buy something, He will not reject it. There is no such thing as having too much pride regarding him.

“Do you drink coffee?”

“Of course I do,” he replied. “But I don’t think I’ve had any of these drinks. A Caramel Macchiato? That sounds good.”

“Order it then! That will give you just the right amount of energy for today’s reading!”

To you, this was just two friends reuniting with each other but something else told you that Chrollo thought it was something more. He only dressed up like this if he was going out with someone special and even then it wasn’t an expensive Polo Short, It was his best t-shirt and jeans.

It boggles your mind how Chrollo acquired his expensive clothing but maybe he obtained a great job and is able to make a living for himself.

“I’d like to order a Caramel Macchiato.”

“What’s the name for this drink?”

“Chrollo,” you responded.

“And for you?”

“I would like a caramel Frappuccino with soy milk and no whip cream.”

“Alright. That’ll be $15.00.”

Chrollo glanced at you wide-eyed.

“It’s ok. I got it.”

You take out your card to pay and as you move out of line you bend over to whisper in his ear. “Maybe you can pay for dinner though.”

He laughed and smiled. “Of course, y/n.”

The bookstore was full of comfortable furniture ranging from light blue, dark blue, white in the lounge area. Both of you decided to sit across from each other on the blue chairs that swallowed you both as you sat.

As he read, he’d point out any interesting points in the book. He got tired of yelling across the table, so he decided to share a chair with you. He could feel the heat radiating from your body.

It was almost obvious that you all were involuntarily flirting with each other. The school was full of couples but occasionally seeing the goofy couple was the highlight of everyone’s day.

“This man was so devoted to a woman that does not know that he exists.”

“Sounds pointless,” you say, still trying to read your book.

“Well, she knows he exists but she is ignoring him and making him look like a fool in front of everyone. He says that there is something about her that he has never seen in any woman.”

“What’s that?”

“It’s her eyes, smile, intelligence, the shape of her lips, and her perfume powder aroma. Those are things that drive men wild.”

You smiled and laughed but came to a quick halt when you felt something along the ridge of your neck made you still. The hair on your neck stood up still as the invading force came in contact with your skin. It was Chrollo grazing his nose against your skin, slightly sniffing in your aroma; slowly breathing in and out.

Closing your eyes couldn’t make your sudden arousal fade. At this point, nearly everybody was looking at you both and looked away. This behavior was innocent for college culture, but it was taken as a cute gesture rather than naughty.

You blush. It was quite surprising that your childhood friend viewed you as something of the sort. It was both flattering and scary.

There’s no denying that Chrollo is handsome but if you dated him and the relationship didn't last, it could ruin your friendship.

At this point, Chrollo had his right arm resting lazily behind your back as his head and next aimed in a position that would allow his nose to lay carelessly on your neck.

“You smell delightful. I didn’t know you wore such expensive perfume. Is it….,” He sniffs again, “Flower Rose?”

“Yes! How did you know? Does your mother wear it?”

“She does now. I bought it for her a week ago and now the guys in the city can’t stay off her.”

Wow. The City. Even though it was a hell hole, it was your hell hole. How is everything? How is your mother? How did you manage to have such an expensive taste in clothing and fragrance?

Chrollo enjoys making others flustered. It's amusing to see them stutter when they’re either aroused or nervous.

On the flip side, seeing Chrollo flustered was the highlight of the century! The bad guys are used to being “bad” but expressing softer emotions makes it amazing and a reminder that they can experience them too.

Grabbing Chrollo’s left hand, you gently kiss it a few times and wink at him. He smiled, hiding his dumbfounded expression, and blushed slightly.

“I see you catch on quick.”

“I was raised in Meteor City. Just because I’m here doesn't mean I have forgotten where I come from. But I didn’t know you liked me.”

“You were the only one that trusted me and played with me when no one would.”

It felt like two magnets were pulling you closer. If he kissed you right here right now, you could just melt into a puddle but before anything happened, Chrollo’s phone rang loud and echoed throughout the bookstore.

Glancing at his phone, you saw an unknown number call, and judging from his actions he stood quickly to his feet.

“I’ll only be gone for a second.”

Hmm. That was odd. During this short intermission, you continue to read your book. Ironic enough, you weren’t into romance novels per se, you enjoyed action and comedy books!

Once Chrollo returned, his face was flushed and his soft demeanor had suddenly disappeared. He looked as if he was going to punch a wall.

“What’s wrong, Chrollo?”

He glanced at you with a somber smile, hoping to convince you that he was alright. “I am fine, y/n.”

“Are you sure?”

“Well, if you count my mother being seriously injured, then yes.”

“Oh no! We can leave now, it’s fine.”

“No, it's ok. She wouldn’t want me to leave you all by yourself at this time of day.” He pointed to the night sky.

Wow! That was quick!

“What do you mean?”

“My mother predicted that I could end up with you...she also predicted that someone would be hurt or in danger if that prophecy was fulfilled. It’s sort of like give or take. In order to make someone happy, someone has to surrender their happiness and I guess it was her.”

A single tear dropped down his cheek and nothing more. He didn’t care if other men singled out his “weakness” because he’d destroy them all and he didn’t want y/n to know about his abilities until later.

The comfort of your warmth against his head provided more than comfort. He felt safe, welcomed, not judged, and vulnerable. He knew that you wouldn’t make him out to be a bad person but instead welcome him home with open arms. You were his human diary.

[tea-with-veth]

Do you have any more SBI stuff to rec? The Eden series was sooo goood!

Ah, thank you for asking! I do! 

leave me your starlight by findingkairos 

This is Phil and Technoblade centric, and one of my favorite depictions of their friendship. It’s an ongoing series, and I subscribed after reading the first chapter. It’s an origin story and has some great worldbuilding. 

the little children raise their open filthy palms by blue000jay

SBI Zombie Apocalypse AU? Yes, please! This fic has everything: action and adventure, found family, that sweet hurt/comfort, and an ending as good as a hug. I honestly can’t say much more than read this because the writing speaks for itself. 

the inner mechanism of a black box by Bee_4

What if Technoblade ended up in Pandora’s Vault? And then he couldn’t leave? Admittedly, this is mostly Technoblade (I’m like Phil, I say I don’t have a favorite, but, well...) but if you enjoy a whump fic with a happy ending, I strongly recommend this one. The way Chat is portrayed is especially well done, and the writing is top-tier. 

The Real World by Cinammonzoa, Fire_Fly464

The Real World is a little more Tommy-centric, but it has a lot of Wilbur-Tommy-Tubbo interactions that are near-and-dear to my heart. Also, Firefly predicted exactly how much of a terrifying villain c!Dream would be before it happened, and his character in this story is so good (and SO scary).

maybe santa isn't a scam after all by calwasfound

Looking for some short n’ sweet SBI fluff? This Christmas-themed story (spoilers: Technoblade impersonates Santa Claus) melts my heart. Cal is a master at writing those funny family interactions and simultaneously makes me scream ‘awwwwwww’ and makes me laugh. 

All About Your Heart by MusicallyActive

Another short n’ sweet one, this is a Technoblade fantasy hanahaki AU, where the man must confront his familial love for the sleepy bois. It’s just....so sweet. Also, Shell, the author, has a Technoblade Timeloop fic in the works (I’ve been getting sneak peeks and it’s gonna be so good) so keep an eye out for that! 

Honeycomb by khaoticwoes

Okay, I’m an editor for this fic, which means I’m a tad biased, but guys this is so good. It’s a SBI centric Tangled AU (all platonic), where magic boi Tubbo and bounty hunter wannabe Tommy travel to go see some “magic glowing bees.” There are so many mysteries to uncover and the lore? *chefs kiss*

pick me up, take me home by meridies

This is one of my favorite fics of all time for a reason, and if you liked East of Eden, you’ll probably enjoy it. Single foster dad Phil is taking on another kid, young Tommy, and the household is thrown into chaos. It’s a lot of hurt, and when you don’t think you can take another sad paragraph, it melts into quiet sweetness. Meridies’ writing feels real and raw in a way you don’t often find in fanfiction, and it’s just an absolute gem of a fic. 

and sometimes home simply means being together (sleepy boys drabbles)  by Teahound

Yes, this is shameless self-promo. But if you want some really random short stories about the sleepy bois, I have written them. 

Hope this is helpful! I don’t read a ton of fanfic, so this is pretty much everything SBI centric in my bookmarks right now. Enjoy :) 

[makayla-angelic]

Helsaween-Week 1-Harvest

Summary: The 1st graders of Arendelle Elementary are going on a Halloween trick or treating at a local pumpkin patch! Hans is excited to go, mostly because he can’t wait to spend time talking to Elsa, a fellow classmate he’s got a crush on. Hans is sure that Elsa likes him back, and he’s determined to impress her in any way he can.

Pumpkin Patch Happenings

One beautiful fall day at Arendelle Elementary, Ms. Simms burst into her classroom with exciting news.

“Guess what class?” she asked, with a smile on her face. “We’re going on a field trip this Halloween to a local pumpkin patch! And that’s not all, there will be games, stories, and trick or treating!”

“Yay!” shouted all the boys and girls. It sounded like fun to them, as they began talking excitedly to one another.

“I’m going to dress up as a monster,” said one boy.

“I’m going to dress up as a mermaid,” said one girl.

Hans tapped his pencil against his head. He didn’t know what he wanted to dress up as. He thought about dressing up as a monster too, but he did not want his other classmates to think he was playing copycat.

“I going to dress up as Cinderella,” said a girl named Elsa with a giggle.

Hans smiled at Elsa. He liked her and found her nice and pretty. But he was shy to talk to her. They had spoken a few times on the playground, but Hans was always so shy. Hans wondered if maybe Elsa liked him too. Maybe at the Halloween field trip they could play games together! Maybe he could win all the prizes, just for her.

Ms. Simms passed out little pieces of paper with the date and the location of the field trip. Everyone in the class couldn’t wait to go! Halloween was still a little over two weeks away, and to all the little boys and little girls in the class, it felt like forever. Hans couldn’t wait to go have fun and talk to Elsa.

When Hans got home, he told his parents excitedly about the field trip.

“That sounds like fun,” said his mother. “We can go get you a costume this Saturday, and see what you like.” Hans nodded his head. He wanted to find the right one.

So on Saturday, Hans woke up, and got dressed, ate breakfast, and Mom took him to the costume store. There were so many costumes to choose from! There were ghosts, goblins, monsters, spiders, orcs, and zombies. Hans walked past all of them and headed towards the back, where all the superheroes and warriors were. He took a knight costume complete with a sword and shield off the shelf.

“You don’t want to be a ghost or a goblin, Hans?” asked his mother. Hans shook his head no. He was too shy to say that he didn’t want to dress up as anything too scary for Elsa when he talked to her. He decided that being a knight would be cooler. So Hans’s mother bought the costume, and when they got home he hung it up on his closet door so that he could see it. He hoped no one else in his class would dress up as a knight.

Another week passed, and it was Saturday again. The day of the Halloween field trip had arrived! Hans could hardly wait. At last, evening was coming, and it was time to get ready. Hans put on his costume, and he and his parents set off to the pumpkin patch. By the time they arrived it was dark, and all the little boys and girls from his grade level were walking around with their parents, looking for their class teacher. Just then, Hans saw Elsa! She was walking up with her parents and younger sister. Elsa was dressed in a beautiful Cinderella costume and tiara that seemed to sparkle in the moonlight. 

“Hi Hans,” said Elsa, waving to him.

“H-hello,” said Hans, waving back shyly.

“I like the knight costume,” said Elsa.

“Th-thanks,” said Hans. “I like yours too.”

Once everyone in Ms. Simms class was lined up, they all followed her to an area where they were going to play their first game. It was bobbing for apples, only a bit more modernized than usual. The apples floating in the water were plastic with a magnet piece on top, and there were little fishing rods with magnet ends on the bottom.

“First person who fishes out the most apples in one minute wins a prize,” said the man in the charge of the game.

“Only three at a time can go,” said Ms. Simms.

Elsa and two other girls were up first. “Ready, set, go!” cried the man, and he started the timer. Elsa and the other two girls rushed to get an apple on the end of their poles, yank it out, take it off, and go for another one. Hans, Ms. Simms, and everyone else cheered them on.

“Time’s up!” cried the man, one minute had gone by so fast!

“Pooey!” cried Elsa, for she did not win, her classmate dressed up as a fairy did. Hans felt sad for her. So, when it was his time to go, he was determined to win.

“Ready, set, go!” cried the man, and Hans and his other two classmates rushed to fish for the apples. When the minute was up, the man yelled to Hans, “You win!” And Hans was happy. The man gave him a little bag of toys as his prize.

When that game was over, Elsa was still feeling a little sad. Hans walked up to her and tapped her on the shoulder.

“Here,” said Hans, giving her the bag. “Have my prize.”

“Really?” asked Elsa in surprise. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure,” said Hans.

Elsa grabbed the bag excitedly. “Thank you!” She said.

“You’re welcome,” said Hans with a smile.

The next game they played was bean bag toss. “Whoever scores the most points wins a candy apple.” said the game instructor.

Once again it was three to a station, for there were three bean bag toss boards. Hans and two other classmates were up first, and when the the instructor told them to ready, set, go, off they went, as fast as they could in one minute to make points. This time, Hans did not win, and he tried not to be sad about it. Elsa and two other classmates went up next, and this time, Elsa won! And just like Hans did, as they walked away to the next game, Elsa tapped Hans on the shoulder and he turned around.

“Here you go,” said Elsa, giving the treat to him. “I have candied apples at home.”

“Wow, thank you!” said Hans.

“You’re welcome,” said Elsa.

They played one-legged race, they played tug a war, and they played a guessing game. Hans and Elsa and everyone else were having so much fun! They shared gifts with each other and soon, they had quite the stash! After a long time of playing games, it was time for refreshments. Everyone ate delicious pumpkin spice snickerdoodles and drank fruit punch. Then they gathered around the campfire and listened to a man tell a scary story.

“This is a story about a man who’s house was haunted by a zombie’s foot!” said the storyteller. Hans, Elsa, and everyone else listened with wide eyes.

After storytelling, it was time for the final game of the night. The farmer led them into a giant barn.

“This is a game where everyone can win a prize!” he said. “There are bags of candy hidden around the barn. See how much you can find in five minutes! When time is up, come out and stand with your teacher.”

Hans, Elsa, and everyone else were excited to play the game of finding the candy.

“On your mark, get set, go!” cried the farmer, and all the children spread out in the barn to find the candy. They all laughed as they raced each other to different spots and grabbed candy before the other did. Before they knew it, the farmer was yelling, “One minute left!”

Elsa hurried to find the last bit of candy that was left. Suddenly, her and another classmate spotted a not so well hidden bag of candy on top of a block of hay, peeking out behind another one. Elsa and the boy both rushed and climbed onto the block of hay to reach the candy. Elsa was about to grab it, when suddenly, without warning, the boy pushed her! Elsa fell to the ground, and landed on her right wrist.

Hans, who had seen the boy push Elsa, he hurriedly rushed over and grabbed the boy by the back of his costume, and yanked him down. The boy, angry that Hans had pulled him down, pushed Hans, and Hans pushed him back.

“Hey, hey, hey! What’s going on here?” asked the farmer as he walked in with Ms. Simms and pulled them apart.

“He pushed Elsa,” said Hans, pointing at the boy.

“Is that true?” Ms. Simms demanded as she stood with her hands on her hips. “Answer me David.”

David just shook his head no.

“Is it true, Elsa?” asked Ms. Simms to Elsa, who was sitting on the ground, holding her wrist and crying.  Elsa nodded her head yes.

And so Ms. Simms got David and Elsa’s parents.

“How dare you push a girl down!” cried David’s Mom as he scolded his son. “When we get home you’re going to take your bath and go right to bed. No candy for you tonight mister.” They made David apologize to Elsa, and then they marched him to the car.

“I don’t think it’s broken, but we’ll make an appointment to the doctor’s in the morning,” said Elsa’s Mom, as she looked at her daughters wrist. Hans felt so sorry for Elsa. He was mad that David was such a big fat meanie and pushed Elsa. Hans’s Mom and Dad were proud that Hans had stood up for Elsa.

There was one final activity to do, and then the Halloween field trip would be over. The farmer let all the little boys and girls go to the pumpkin patch and pick out a little pumpkin to take home! Elsa sat on the side. Her wrist was hurting and she didn’t feel like playing. So, Hans went out into the field, found the nicest, shiniest, and roundest pumpkin he could find, and presented it to Elsa. Elsa smiled and was happy.

“Thank you,” said Elsa. Then, she leaned forward and kissed Hans on the cheek!

Hans was surprised, and then he could feel his face turning as red as an apple.

“You’re welcome,” Hans managed to say.

At last, the field trip was over, and it was time to go home. Hans and Elsa walked side by side each other as they followed their parents to the car.

“Trick or treat, smell my feet, give me something good to eat!” they sang as the full moon shone high overhead. The end.

I hope you all enjoy this short story!

[yandere-society]

Sugar Rush

Synopsis: You thought the breakup had gone well, but your ex-girlfriend Yoonji didn’t seem to get the message. When you go out with friends to party on Halloween night, you encounter Yoonji in an unexpected way – and you discover just how far she’ll go to get you back.  

Pairing: Min Yoonji x Reader

Word Count: 4.1k

Warnings: Yandere themes, blood/mentions of blood, stalking, restraints, safeword violation, torture, suicide mention, gore

Headline: Woman In Sumo Wrestler Suit Assaulted Ex-Girlfriend In Gay Pub After She Waved At Man Dressed As A Snickers Bar

Admin: @psycho-slytherin​

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“Ooh – gah!”

“Y/n?” Mia pokes her head into the kitchen. Her pupils are pure black, and she looks to be crying blood. “What happened?”

“Ugh, I think my mom sent me these roses and I pricked myself on a thorn,” you reply, sucking on your bleeding finger irritably. You lay down the card that came with the bouquet, which reads See you soon! “You look great.”

“Thanks! I’m a student.” Mia steps forward to reveal a school uniform shirt, sweatpants, and flip-flops. 

“Uh…”

“Cause I’m stu-dying, get it?”

You snort. “Very nice.”

“What are you? You haven’t changed!”

You sigh. “I don’t think I’m going to dress up.” You can’t shake Halloween’s association with her.

“What? But 66 Below has their ‘free drink for a costume’ thing going on. C’mon, why not?”

You shrug, looking at your bleeding finger. Roses always seem to have it out for you. “It was our anniversary.”

“Wait, is this about Yoonji? Y/n, you broke up with her! If you regret it so much, get back together. The girl was head over heels with you, I’m sure she’d be down.”

You shake your head. “I’m not getting back together with her. Definitely not.” You and Yoonji were together for three years, long enough that you had started wondering if it would turn into forever. As time went on, however, you began to notice unnerving little quirks in her behavior. She was scaring you, and you ended things soon after. “Besides, she was always so neurotic that I would cheat on her with a guy.”

Mia rolls her eyes. “Biphobia at its finest. Well, fuck Yoonji. It’s been months – now get dressed. It’s Halloween, and we’re going out! Besides, Aisha is meeting us there.”

You laugh. “I don’t have a costume.”

“I have an extra that I brought with me – it’s an unnecessarily sexy angel, it didn’t fit my sister. Try it!”

Angel. That was Yoonji’s name for you. You sigh, dragging yourself away from the traitorous roses and following Mia down the hall.

Soon enough, Mia is putting the final touches on your makeup. “Ooh, you’re glowing!”

“I don’t know why you sound surprised when it’s your fault,” you retort before catching a look at yourself in the mirror.

You’re wearing a white silky babydoll dress – the kind that you’d only wear in the bedroom. She’d love it. You’re sporting white fishnets and feathered wings, with a golden headband resembling a halo to complete the look. Mia has done your makeup expertly, with lots of rose and gold, so that you look perfectly angelic. You add your favorite rainbow earrings for some added pride. Still, the outfit…

“Isn’t this a little… risque?” Yoonji would never let you wear something like this out.

“I don’t want anyone else laying eyes on my angel,” she would croon in your ear. “You’re all mine. I’ll never let anyone else touch you.”

“It’s Halloween, Y/n, as long as the goods are covered you’re set.”

You peer out of the window. The sun has set, and groups of kids are out in spades for trick-or-treating. You used to love Halloween – it had always been your favorite holiday, long before you and Yoonji made it official four years ago.

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

She stared at you for a long time. “Do you promise never to cheat? You’ll be loyal to me alone?”

You laughed. “Of course! I like you, I want to date you!

“In that case…” She leaned forward and kissed you. Her vampire costume meant you got fake blood all over your lips. “Happy Halloween, angel.”

“Okay. Let’s go.”

Mia nods. Her black contact lenses are… well, they’re not unintimidating. You’re glad to be able to spend this Halloween with her, and not worry about your ex-girlfriend.

66 Below has long been your and Mia’s favorite LGBTQ bar. With its live music, pride flags, and vintage decor, you feel as though you’re stepping into an extra-queer period piece.Yoonji never liked it; she thought it was too crowded. Tonight, almost everyone is dressed up in costume, enjoying 66 Below’s 'first drink free’ policy.

“Mia! Y/n! Over here!” Mia’s girlfriend Aisha gets your attention, waving at you from a booth. You’ve never encountered a more loving couple, and you know Mia’s planning on proposing to her soon. Aisha is dressed as… “Wait, what is she wearing?” You ask as you and Mia join her. Aisha looks like she printed a graded school paper onto white clothing, complete with red marks and typos. Over her heart is a big red F. In response to your quizzical glance, Aisha points to the F.

“Geddit? I’m a failing grade! I specifically wanted to be a final exam, but…”

You laugh. Mia and Aisha must have coordinated that. You scan the bar and note you’re not the only angel. There’s also some devils, ghosts, animals, anime characters, Iron Man, a Snickers bar, two Harry Potters, and – of course – inappropriately sexy children’s cartoon characters. You love Halloween.

“Y/n, c’mon, let’s grab drinks,” Mia says, but her eyes seem unwilling to leave Aisha’s. Their love reminds you of yours… or, what you thought was love. Towards the end of your relationship, you began to realize Yoonji’s idea of love was very different from yours.

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll get yours. What do you want?”

“You sure?” When you nod, Mia reels off her order. You approach the bar, smiling at your favorite bartender. “Hey, Jaewon!” 

“Do mine eyes deceive me, or is that Y/n beneath the halo?”

Jaewon pretends to be blinded. He’s dressed as what you can only assume is slutty Mario.

“Shush, you. I’ll have an IPA and a margarita, please.”

“Sure thing.”

As you’re waiting for your drinks, the person in the Snickers costume slides into the seat next to you. “Nice costume, angel.”

You stare at him, a brow raised. If you weren’t at a gay bar, you’d think he was flirting. “Thanks, Snickers.”

“Who are you here with?”

You nod at the booth, where Mia and Aisha are now kissing intensely.

“Y’all poly or are you third wheeling?”

You laugh. “The latter. I’m not the relationship type.” Not anymore. Not after you realized how you were so easily manipulated into thinking Yoonji’s behavior was love. But the way she would kiss you, and whisper sweet nothings in your ear, tangling her hand in your hair…

“Yeah, I get you. Couples’ costumes are scary by default to me,” the Snickers jokes. “Perfect for Halloween. I’m Namjoon, by the way.”

“Y/n. Are you here with anyone?”

Namjoon glances around. “I was here with my buddy, but I think he left to fuck one of the Harry Potters. Which is funny, now that I think about it, since he was dressed as Dumbledore.”

You snort. “Oh my god. Well, if you want a group to join, I’ll be third-wheeling over there.” Jaewon reappears with your drinks and a wink.

“I might just take you up on that, angel. Happy Halloween!”

“Hey!” Mia says, finally coming up for air. Miraculously, her bloody tears have stayed put. “Who was that guy you were talking to? He seemed cute!”

“He’s probably gay,” you remind your friend. “He was sweet, though, I invited him to come over if he wanted to – his friend left him. Is that okay?”

Mia and Aisha glance at each other. “Actually, we were wondering…”

You look at the two suspiciously. “Yes?”

“There’s this event happening at 4Sooth,” Aisha says, referencing another bar downtown, “Where the best couples’ costume gets a cash prize. We were thinking… well, zombie student, failing grade…”

Oh. Why did you come here in the first place, then?

“Yeah, you guys totally have a chance!” You offer with as much enthusiasm as you can muster. “Should we go there?”

“The thing is…” Aisha looks at Mia, who shows you the event announcement on her phone.

“Well, the other prize is a night in the ‘Halloween Suite’ at the hotel next door, y’know?” Mia says quickly, a note of pleading in her voice.

Ohhhh. “Right, okay. So… I’ll just stay here, then.”

“Are you sure?” Mia asks anxiously. You can see her on the fence between guilt and excitement.

“Yeah, it’s fine!” You insist. “I’m good at making friends. Have fun!” Just because you have to be alone on Halloween, doesn’t mean Mia and Aisha can’t have a good time.

“You’re the best, Y/n, I owe you!” Mia gives you a quick kiss on each cheek before she and Aisha head out. As soon as they’re out of sight, your smile slips from your face and you sigh, nursing your beer. It’s Halloween, what would have been your and Yoonji’s fourth anniversary, and you’re alone at a bar. Pathetic. You turn to costume-watching, admiring the Big Bird, Dorthy from The Wizard of Oz, a sumo wrestler, and several queer or genderbent characters from all sorts of media.

Namjoon, the Snickers, is looking at you from his seat at the bar. He raises a quizzical brow at the now-empty booth, and you roll your eyes and shake your head in response.

He purses his lips, tipping his glass in acknowledgement.

Wonderful. A bar of candy pities me. You wave, motioning for Namjoon to come join you. You were both alone – why not?

Almost as soon as you lower your hand, several things happen at once: a blur of tan crosses your vision; you hear a loud BANG, and feel a sudden, incomprehensible, searing pain shoot through the back of your head; something warm trickles down your face; there are lips against your ear, whispering words you can’t understand; far-off shouts and screams; and the world goes dark.

“Told you that you’d cheat… you’re just a whore for them… but now you’re all mine again.”

“Mmnn…” you groan, blinking hard. Your head hurts – everything hurts. You feel like you’ve been hit by a truck. You’re lying on something soft. Did you go to bed? You move to rub your temple, but your wrist is tugged back by… rope. Rope? Your eyes widen and you begin to struggle furiously against the restraints, yanking until you feel your hands are going to detach themselves. “What the fuck?” Your wrists are tied to bedposts. Shit. Were you drugged? Was it Jaewon the bartender? “HELP! Somebody! Help me!” Your shoes are gone, and – oh, no – your white dress is stained and splattered with blood. Yours? When you try to pull yourself up, your vision floats before you. You can feel warm blood trickling down your head, tickling your scalp. You fall back onto the pillow, trying to force your vision to focus. “Help me…”

Suddenly, you hear heavy footsteps, and a voice that makes you freeze.

“Looks like I nabbed myself a pretty little angel. Talk about fallen from grace, right?”

Your cries for help freeze in your throat. “Yoonji?”

And in walks your ex-girlfriend, the blow-up sumo wrestling suit deflating around her. That flash of tan… so she was there, at 66 Below. Her pristine black bob hasn’t changed in the last few months, and her makeup is perfectly done. As the suit empties, she steps out of it, wearing her favorite outfit of black tights and skirt with a cream blouse.

“Let me go,” you croak. Your heart feels like it’s being squeezed in her fist. Your fighting spirit seems to have evaporated in the face of the woman you once loved. It doesn’t make sense… or does it make too much sense? You knew she was possessive – it’s why you ended things. But this? “Yoonji… please. Please.”

Yoonji pretends not to hear you, instead walking around the bed to inspect your restraints. Of course, now that you’ve collected yourself, you recognize her bedroom. In fact, it’s not your first time being tied to these same bedposts.

“Red. Yoonji, please, red,” you try desperately, hoping the safeword might make her relent. For a moment, her cool expression falters. It’s quickly replaced with raw fury.

“You want to try calling red?” She snarls, looking right at you. “You cheated on me. You broke up with me!”

“I never cheated!” You cry, kicking out at her in vain. “You always thought I was cheating on you – I didn’t do anything!”

“I saw you,” she replies, raising a hand and bringing it down hard on your cheek. Your head jerks to the side and you can taste blood. Your face is on fire, it must be, how can it hurt so badly? “It’s our anniversary. I saw you wave at that candy bar.” Another slap leaves your jaw aching. “Fucking whore, do you flirt with every man you see? Girls like you can never be faithful.”

“We’re not together anymore!” You yell, pulling hard on the ropes. They’re much stronger and more coarse than any Yoonji has used with you before, and you bite back a yelp of pain at the rope burn. Your head hurts so much, and your chest is heaving with anxiety. Is she going to kill you? “You’re insane. Let me go – they’ll find out I’m gone. They’ll call the police.” After you and Yoonji broke up, you moved in with Mia. Surely she’ll be concerned when you don’t show up.

Yoonji laughs softly. It’s the way she would laugh when she had a secret. “Well… you did text your housemate to tell her you were going home with the Snickers bar. She’s not expecting you – and that contest is going to keep her at the hotel all night anyways.”

Your heart drops into your stomach. How does she know? “What text? Where’s my phone?”

Yoonji lazily fishes your phone from her pocket. “You really haven’t changed your password?”

“Give that back! Let me go!” You twist your hips and kick hard in her direction, scoring a tiny victory when your phone goes flying from Yoonji’s hand. In the split second that she’s leaned over to retrieve it, you try to see if you can feel any slack at all in the ropes binding your wrists. Yes! There’s something. Maybe your situation isn’t hopeless after all.

Your spirits fall by the wayside when you see Yoonji rise with a terrifying smile on her face. “What a frisky angel, you like to kick, don’t you? Maybe I should tie those lovely legs too.”

“No- don’t touch me! Yoonji, c’mon…” your voice breaks when you see her pull a length of rope from her closet. “W-what are you going to do with me?”

“What am I going to do with you? Exactly what I’ve always wanted to. I’m going to make sure no one else will ever touch you again. You’re mine, angel, you always have been.” Yoonji reaches for your legs and you kick wildly, desperate to escape. Your heart feels like a racehorse in your chest, and sheer adrenaline numbs the throbbing pain in your head.

“Stop… struggling!” Yoonji hisses furiously as she makes a grab for your foot. “Ungrateful bitch. Why are you always trying to get away from me? All I did was love you!”

Now. You slam your heel into her chin, and her head snaps upward with the force of your kick.

For a second you feel like she’s about to crumple to the ground, but instead she lowers her gaze to stare into your soul once more.

“That wasn’t very nice.” Yoonji massages her jaw, and when she speaks, blood drips from between her lips. She begins to pace around the bed, avoiding your kicks. “Bad angel… maybe you’re just a devil in disguise, huh? I always knew you were a dirty fucking liar. And you didn’t even say thank you for the roses.”

The roses? Your eyes widen. See you soon. They were from her? “Fuck you,” You say in response, surreptitiously tugging and relaxing the slack on your right hand’s rope. “I never cheated. You were just scared that I could love men and women. Well, guess what? I loved you! For years, until I realized you never loved me back.”

“What?” You see horror cloud Yoonji’s face. “You fucking bitch. ALL I did was love you!”

You shake your head, determined to keep her talking. She’s out of range of your kicks for now. If you could just get your hands free…

You feel suddenly woozy. Are there two… no, three Yoonjis? Shit. Now is not the time for a concussion.

“You never loved me. You were obsessed and insane. Don’t you hear yourself?” You say, your volume increasing. You know the walls are well-insulated, but she’s still in an apartment complex. Maybe the neighbors will hear? Another tug on the rope. You twist your wrist, and for a second you can feel it loosening. “You only wanted me so that no one else could have me!”

“You’re lying.” Maybe it’s a reflection of your bloody dress, or the blood dripping from her mouth, but for a second her eyes seem to shine red.

You shake your head. You’ve almost got a hand free. “You’re the one who’s lying, Yoonji. You’re lying to yourself.” Dizzy again. “You – ngh – you can just let me go. I won’t tell anyone.” Almost got a hand free. How long has it been?

Suddenly Yoonji is looming over you. “Ah, but you forgot.” She spits at you, and a mouthful of scarlet blood hits the white pillowcase. Some of it splatters on your cheek. You keep tugging at the tie around your left hand. It’s much tighter than your right. She’s rummaging in her bedside drawer, and that look in her eyes… you’re scared. “I might’ve let an angel go, but you decided you’re not an angel. You’re a devil. And where do devils belong?”

“Uh…”

“That’s right.” Yoonji shows you what she’s retrieved: a lighter. She walks around the bed to the bottom right corner of the duvet. “Devils like you should stay in hell.”

“Yoonji. Yoonji, what are you –” She lowers the lighter to the duvet, and you see the cloth begin to smoke before a small flame forms on the bed, flickering but gaining in strength. “YOONJI!”

“I told you, Y/n.” Her voice is lower than you’ve ever heard it as she wipes more blood from her chin. “I’ll never let anyone touch you again.”

“C’mon, please, this is too much,” you say, your voice bleeding into hysteria as you thrash around, trying to kick the burning blanket away from your body. The fire begins to grow, and in your frenzied movement you accidentally burn your foot. You jerk away, yanking at the ropes on your wrists. You’re wearing fishnet stockings – if those catch fire, it’ll travel all the way up your body in a flash. “Let me go! Let me go, you psycho!”

Yoonji makes a pouty face. “Poor baby. Let you go… or what?”

“Please!” You shriek as the fire grows, the smoke now visibly rising from the bed. “Yoonji, I’m sorry, please, please…”

“I missed hearing you beg, my love. What a delicious Halloween treat. And if you need to blame anyone…” Yoonji pauses and smiles. The blood has gotten between her teeth, giving her a terrifying undead look. “Blame that Snickers bar.”

With that, she leaves the room and closes the door behind her. Fuck. You tug furiously at your right hand, where the rope has significantly loosened. You can feel the heat from the flames, dangerously close to you. “C’mon, c’mon…” You’re not going to die here, what a terrible headline. Who would write your obituary? You fight through another wave of dizziness. “Fucking hell!” With effort that leaves your muscles trembling, you wriggle your right hand out of its ties, and it quickly flies to your other hand. Maybe you’ll survive.

Unless she locked the door. Yoonji is four floors up. From that height…

You quickly work through the knots on your left wrist, which Yoonji tied so tightly you can’t feel several of your fingers anymore. Faster. Your nails are broken from tearing at the rope, and at one point the nail on your middle finger catches and gets stuck fast in the rope. The fire has spread to the carpet, and thick, black smoke is billowing up. You take a deep breath and brace yourself for the pain – it’s nothing compared to burning alive – and yank your hand back.

“Gah!” It’s a furious pain, for so small a point. The fingernail is ripped off your finger and hangs there as your nail bed bleeds freely. You force yourself to keep moving, to undo the knot or rip the rope off completely but the pain makes it hard to breathe…  or is it the smoke quickly filling the air? With movements made jerky by panic, you at last find a loose end and pull it through the knot. The rope around your wrist loosens and you’re able to slip your hand out. You’re not going to think about the fact that you can’t feel three of your fingers or move them properly. You’re free. You look around wildly, rushing for the door. You rattle the handle, but it’s locked. You can try to kick through it? But what if Yoonji is on the other side of the door, and shoves you back into the flames? The window next to the bed is locked too. But… You bend down and, straining, lift her entire bedside nightstand up. As soon as you stand your legs wobble and threaten to collapse, and you feel blood continue to drip down your neck and back. You stumble, almost to the window, but–

“Ugh-” You lose your grip and the nightstand crashes to the floor, almost on your foot. At that moment, you’re tempted to break down completely. What if you just… gave up? If you go through the window, you’ll probably die in the fall. Through the door, if you can even kick it down, and Yoonji will surely be waiting for you. You could just stay here, where at least death is a merciful certainty.

No – what are you thinking? You have to live. If you die, Yoonji will be free, and you won’t be able to tell your story. If you die now… she wins.

You adjust your stance and, arms trembling, lift the nightstand once more. The air is getting harder to breathe, you don’t know how much longer you have. You heave the nightstand at the window and it crashes straight through the glass, smashing down onto the street four stories below. Wait – the street. It must only be a little past midnight, because you can see some teens and adults still walking the street in costume. Passersby!

“HELP!” You shriek, waving your hand. You’re cut and bleeding in several places from flying glass, and you surely look fit for Halloween.

Wait. Hang on. One of the adults laughs and points up at you. “Great costume!” he yells.

“No, no, no…” the smoke is getting thicker, the fire closer. “Please- please help!” What you need to be a strong yell comes out a broken sob. “There’s a fire! Please help me!”

Two groups seem to realize it’s not just a Halloween prank, and you see some people whip out their phones to call the police. Several more rush forward, but clearly have no plan other than to stand beneath the window.

The police will take too long. You blink through the smoke, which is now visible through the window. You will not burn alive. And you won’t let Yoonji walk free, not after this. You brush the broken glass away from the windowsill and carefully step onto the ledge, a bleeding angel in the night. Your wings and white dress glow in such contrast to the walls that it looks like you’re flying.

You hear gasps and screams, and a “Don’t jump!”

Idiot. As though you have a choice. No, you only have one choice left, and you’re making it count. “My name is Y/n L/n,” You yell, forcing down a smoky cough, “And the person who killed me is Min Yoonji!”

No time to think. You step forward off the ledge, closing your eyes. Forty feet isn’t that far to fall, maybe you’ll make it.

Fucking Snickers bar.