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Each and every single one of my reader inserts are either traumatized or emotionally damaged in some unique way. I've covered disabilities and different kinds of past abuse, but I'd like to list some new ideas I'd like to try for future stories.

Blackmail. A reader who has accidentally done something wrong or been involved with something big and someone knows about it and uses and manipulates them into doing what they want. The reader will probably suffer abuse and neglect. They will be very stressed out, anxious and paranoid. I'd probably write it as a killer who does the blackmailing since killers' are stronger and more terrifying in general. The reader will have to try and communicate with another killer for silent help.

Victim of jealousy. Let's face it, jealousy sucks, especially when you haven't done anything wrong at all and a random person decides to treat you bad all because they're jealous of you. Some times this behavior results in being a severe victim of lies, rumors, and abuse. For a story, I'd say a situation where the reader is unaware that a high titled killer likes them, and a survivor who secretly likes that killer begins to grow jealous and hateful towards the reader.

Hate. A reader who has suffered so much pain, betrayal and abuse in their life has hardened to the point that they are cruel to every person who tries to interact with them. They refuse to trust anyone or get close to anyone. They are fiercely independent and introverted. This attitude/personality will actually gain them the respect and interest of a killer who finds them oddly attractive and wants to get closer to them. Good luck to whoever that is, lol.

Overworked. A reader who constantly abuses themselves by not getting enough sleep, not eating enough, and stressing their body and mind out by working too much. Possibly they are lonely and don't have any friends. They keep to their self and don't try to talk to anyone else. A killer can take notice to them and grow the desire to bond and eventually take care of them.

Cancer. A reader who has suffered from a painful kind of cancer and had been expecting to die any time before being sucked into the Entity's world. This reader is bald from chemotherapy, has experienced dozens of surgeries, and has been in the hospital way too long. They've had to fight alone, mostly, and are suffering from depression and slight ptsd. The killers can make their efforts to live feel deeply appreciated and worth it.

And those are just a few problems I can think of that people commonly suffer. If you have any recommendations or ideas, please feel free to share. Anything you offer can become pure story content one of these days. I'm always looking for ways to create new plots!

I think for a comeback, I'm gonna kick off with a brand new slasher story before I update Miracle of The Moonlight. (Warning: in this post I share minor details of my life that may be considered disturbing).

To be completely honest, one of the reasons why I wrote most of my stories the way I did (overly dramatic and full of trauma) is because that's all I knew life to be. I dealt with all kinds of bad people and situations that overwhelmed my life with negativity. So I tried to create positivity and comfort by writing my stories.

However, the new state I live in has provided me with a wholesome, safe, unbelievably kind environment that I could never be more grateful for. I love retail jobs, but the last retail job I had in AR I got stabbed nearly to death outside of the store, so after that I had to work in a secured factory for my own safety. But now I'm back in retail and I'm LOVING it. I'm loving my new home so much that I'm getting ideas from it.

So, for this new story idea, I am gonna base the plot a bit off my own environment (which is literally nothing new, lol). There is going to be mega canon-divergence, basically like an AU. Dbd characters will also be used. And we're gonna make a HUGE change- and this is something that I've wanted to try for a long time. Like in my slasher father drabbles, I'm gonna write the killers as good guys. Feel free to hate me all you want. I'm done trying to fit in.

The plot for this story has been inspired by the horror stories I've heard from countless people about the winters here. And it's also been inspired by the incredibly kind, loyal customers that I get. Here's the gist-

Summary: A blizzard is getting worse and worse outside. The radio station has put out an alert for an emergency city shutdown. People are to go home immediately. But you're stuck in the building along with several other people taking shelter from the storm. It's too rough to go outside. The doors are stuck open. It's getting cold. You need to stay calm and get warm. Luckily there are some strong people there to help.

Of course, as you probably can imagine, the strong people are the slashers. Just imagine the safety, admiration and warmth you would feel if they were to help? This story literally has no trauma in it besides the blistering cold I guess. It's just a fluffy, sweet, heartwarming one shot. I've been feeling so happy and I love my little coal miner customers so much that I couldn't help but to feel inspired.

All I can hope for now is that you may possibly enjoy my new story, my loves ❤️

ABOUT THE BLOG

Hiya! This is a purely stress relief blog thing for me. I post about fantasy/sci-fi/worldbuilding and a few other things. Some of my writing is reader insert and plenty of head canons. You guys can even request things I certainly don’t mind. 

Enjoy~!

Anyone else watch the new ROTTMNT movie on netflix? Because I think I just got forcibly booted back into an old hyperfixation. My childhood crush on Raphael returns with a vengeance. I am still working on requests but I might post some old works I have for TMNT in the meantime.

Fic Masterlist

Thought I'd make a masterlist of all the fandoms I write for and the fics I've done so far.

HOMESTUCK/FRIENDSIM/PESTERQUEST

Lanque Bombyx

Masochism Tango- https://at.tumblr.com/morsartis/masochism-tango/suzv9jm8j3az

Mallek Adalov

Victory Spoils- https://at.tumblr.com/morsartis/victory-spoils/152xtvm80nwp

Cirava Hermod

Why'd You Only Call Me When You're High?- https://at.tumblr.com/morsartis/whyd-you-only-call-me-when-youre-high/t0089xxv9lu2

Marvus Xoloto

Come Get Her- https://at.tumblr.com/morsartis/come-get-her/vizkenltfuz5

Lucky Shot- https://at.tumblr.com/morsartis/lucky-shot/x54inu5fasvs

Miss You- https://at.tumblr.com/morsartis/miss-you/ewen2twbm0y1

Lights Down Low- https://at.tumblr.com/morsartis/lights-down-low/ohj2wuzff6nj

Let's Link- https://at.tumblr.com/morsartis/lets-link/hx697kygcfoh

The Bets Are On- https://at.tumblr.com/morsartis/the-bets-are-on/918wjpbuivaf

That [Redacted]- https://at.tumblr.com/morsartis/that-redacted/bl3lkqf5sdoq

Built Like An Icecream Cone- https://at.tumblr.com/morsartis/built-like-an-ice-cream-cone/rigvlt2xspty

The Tweet Part 1- https://at.tumblr.com/morsartis/the-tweet-part-2/uqqt1es4h5n3

The Tweet Part 2- https://at.tumblr.com/morsartis/the-tweet-part-2/uqqt1es4h5n3

Marvus x Reader- https://at.tumblr.com/morsartis/marvus-xoloto-x-reader/rdan8fe7rxkv

Marvus Headcanons- https://at.tumblr.com/morsartis/hey-hey-i-would-like-to-req-some-headcanons-of/bg1acxxqi85p

Marvus Headcanons- https://at.tumblr.com/morsartis/hey-your-writing-was-awesome-ive-just/280001hqducz

Polypa Goezee

Together- https://at.tumblr.com/morsartis/together/08tzjvdvjasf

Polypa x Reader- https://at.tumblr.com/morsartis/polypa-goezee-x-reader/2c7odkvm2o2j

Tagora Gorjek

Tagora x Reader- https://at.tumblr.com/morsartis/tagora-gorjek-x-reader/653j7tepcqrf

X-MEN

Peter Maximoff

Compliment- https://at.tumblr.com/morsartis/compliment/08f2jjfpe3jj

Compliment Part 2- https://www.tumblr.com/morsartis/712465236316372992/compliment-part-2?source=share

TMNT

HETALIA

MARVEL/MCU/616 COMICS

DC

TRANSFORMERS/MTMTE/CYBERVERSE

POKEMON

STAR TREK

BNHA/MHA

FNAF/SECURITY BREACH

LOTR

Mors Speaks

Decided to post some quick drabbles I had between classes!

Open for requests!

I’m taking requests for any prompt/dialogue/character x viewer (PG of course)/writing prompts/imagines so please feel free to put in any requests you wish! Just please keep it PG, Thank you!

Imagine Your Favorite Character Fantasy setting (sort of Writing Prompt)

Imagine you’re are teleported to a magical fantasy/fairytale setting and after being their for a while their is a ball coming to this little hamlet and your platonic or familial favorite character shows up, introducing themself as your fairy godparent. They get you ready and send you to the palace and as you arrive to see all it’s fanfare and beauty.

 Once you enter the ballroom you catch the eye of a very familiar and dear person the elegant royal at this affair, your favorite character. Asking you if you would care to dance with them. After they offer their arm and request if you would be so kind as to accompany them to the balcony and around the garden.

 As you are both walking in the garden they pluck one of the lovely flowers their and place it gently behind your ear, remarking how ‘Such a lovely flower, can only go to an even lovelier person~’.

 You both then find a wonderful stone seating area placed in front of the palaces magnificent water fountain, where your favorite character looks completely enamoured by you, holds your hand(s) and says...

‘I’ve had an absolutely wonderful night with you, and I was hoping if I may be so bold as to ask if I may see you again. Perhaps we could go for a picnic or tour forest gardens or even just a little meeting with you would be enough. Just being with you is so…enchanting so if you would please, nothing could make me happier~’ 

Bonus to saying yes: They kiss your hand(s) and smile brightly at you saying they can’t wait for your next meeting.

How to be More Inclusive in Your Reader-Inserts

I finally made something for fanfiction writers to use as reference on things to avoid when writing. if you are making a reader-insert story, be sure as most people as possible can see themselves fufilling the role you want them to in your story. 

I became a POC fanfiction writer after years of feeling excluded in reader-insert fanfiction. It’s important as a job as a writer to know your audience—some of which may not always fit in your “view”.

Please take the time to read this to help better yourself in the future. I know I didn’t hit every issue, but I’m willing to update it in the future. 

I apologize if this isn’t the prettiest thing, but it was important for me to create.

Long Day

Genre; Fluff

Word Count; 0.8k

Warnings; None! Just hugs and cuddles

Pairing; Shirou Ogami x Reader

Hey everyone, this is my first Shirou x reader, hope I did him justice!

Masterlist

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You knew Shirou’s latest escapade had been far more serious than normal as soon as he walked through the door. The ever present bags under his eyes had turned a violent shade of purple, his brow more drawn than normal and a general feeling of exhaustion was hanging over his shoulders. To others, you reasoned, he probably looked the same as always. But then again, you weren’t ‘others’.

You dropped what you were doing immediately, a look of concern firmly across your features. Usually, either one or both of you and Michiru accompanied Shirou on these trips and it was looking like today was the time he could have used a friendly face, the one day you both opted out. The beastman strode past you and into his office, leaving the door ajar as a silent way of letting you know you could come in. You followed after him, gently closing the door behind you and walking over to your partner.

“What happened?” You asked him softly, trying to work out if he had been injured or was unwell. In response, he just turned around and tightly wrapped his arms around you, pulling your body into his. His head rested on top of yours and you hugged him in return, hands rubbing up and down his back. It wasn’t the first time this had happened, but it usually meant he was either hurt, stressed or both.

Shirou tended not to speak during these moments, instead just breathing in your scent and allowing his racing mind to slow and appreciate home, safe. You had that affect on him anyway; seeing you after work was something he thought about often when he would really rather be somewhere else. You closed your eyes as he gently kissed your hair, breath just tickling your forehead. You squeezed your arms and he released a contented sigh, before leaning down just a little to pick you up.

“Shirou-” You were silenced by a soft kiss before you could make any protest or say anything else and the wolf beastman simply carried you out of his office.

“Lay down with me?” He asked quietly, gaze quite stubbornly over your head and examining some non-existent detail on the opposite wall. You chuckled quietly as you nodded your head, holding onto his shoulders as he laid down with you still in his arms. You rolled over then rested your head against his shoulder, smiling as he held you close against him. You knew Shirou just needed some time to wind down and this was something you often did together, not that he would ever admit it. He enjoyed cuddling, liked the mutual feelings of trust and protection shared between you and appreciated not being expected to make conversation. This was far more meaningful anyway in his mind.

These moments were so different than his normal day to day life and he wished you could share more of them. This was something else he would never admit to, though he didn’t really need to. It was obvious to you that your partner looked to these times as a few moments of peace and sanity; you could practically feel the exhaustion radiating from inside him sometimes and you wanted nothing more than to get rid of it. He trusted you deeply and somehow you felt honoured that the great Silver Wolf felt you were worthy of that trust, that you wouldn’t betray it. If laying with you like this was enough to make him calm down and feel able to breath, you would cuddle with him forever.

Eventually, much as you tried, you ended up falling asleep. You were simply too warm and comfortable to keep your eyes open and even Shirou dozed off for a while, though only lightly. Michiru got back some time during your nap and in looking for the wolf beastman, happened to come across the two of you curled up together. She let out a silent ‘aww’ and grabbed her phone to get a picture, quickly putting it back in her pocket when your partner’s head snapped around to look at her. Somehow, even with you laying on his chest and his arms wrapped around you, he managed to look threatening - not that Michiru took any notice at this point - as he told her silently to be quiet because you were sleeping.

The tanuki walked away absolutely beaming. Shirou might seem all tough, but he was a softy at heart. And he was going to be teased endlessly for the fact that she had managed to get a picture of the two of you.

Hi! Love your writing ☺️ I was wondering if you could make something with reader being overprotective of Chris. Thnx have a wonderful day 💖

A/N: Of course i can! I love this shit. Okay, i might love spice more but this kind of stuff hits different when i'm on my period and just want sickening fluff to make me feel happy. I hope you love what i've written, sweetheart. Thank you for requesting and for being super patient with my annoying ass.

Disclaimer: My work is not to be translated or to be posted anywhere else other than MY Tumblr, Wattpad and Ao3 without my permission. However, reblogs are welcome.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Childhood friends to lovers trope, swearing (only slightly), fluff, angst, alcohol consumption, mention of Chris’s characters and confessions of love. None of which are warnings, just categorising.

Word Count: 7,672

GIF NOT MINE!!! Credit to @cevansbae go check them out❤️

That Way

For as long as you can remember, yourself and Chris have been joined at the hip. Ever since childhood, your parents have struggled to pull the two of you apart, not that they’d ever have really wanted to, you had a special bond from an early age, one that would be around for life. And even going into your early twenties, you stuck by one another.

Through breakups and heartbreaks, moving houses and losing jobs, the two of you have had each others backs. Thick and thin, you’re each others rocks, to say the least. 

And as old school as it may be, no one will ever come above Chris, not even a boyfriend. Hence why any time a man has come into your life, he’s been given a brief on how you are in regards to your friendships. You’ve always believed that anyone coming onto the scene should adapt to how things already are in your world and if they can’t then they can’t stick around. 

Chris is the same, he’s had girlfriends in the past that have disliked how close he is to you, as well as your friend Tara. But Chris never batted an eyelid, yourself and Tara were around before any other woman, so why would he ever even dream of distancing himself? Exactly, he wouldn’t.

You can probably even go as far as to say that this close bond has made the two of you very protective over one another, needing to look out for people whose intentions don’t quite add up or whose treatment of the other isn’t exactly what you’re both deserving of. 

See the thing with Chris is he’s very independent, he loves his own space as well as quality time with a girlfriend if he has one. He likes to be assured that if he’s busy filming either at home or elsewhere that his girlfriend will be preoccupied with other things. Of course the occasional surprise is great and it really makes him feel loved, but if a woman adopts his lifestyle and busy schedule, he’ll feel suffocated. 

He’s always been that way. 

However, he’ll also take any opportunity to spend time with a partner but if it’s not achievable then he knows he’ll have to make do with FaceTime calls and texting during breaks or before he sleeps. 

You’ve seen many women come and go during your friendship with Chris and it’s sad. Some of them were merely hookups that hoped Chris would change his stance on being in a relationship, while others were almost at the serious stage of a relationship but Chris had either ended it due to it not working out or he’d been broken up with due to always being too busy for them.

But that’s the fancy life of an actor, maintaining a regular lifestyle is and never will be easy.

Chris knows all too well.

As do you. Sure you’re not a celebrity, you aren’t flying to every country filming or touring and you don’t have thousands of followers on social media, but you work a full time job and that in itself can be equally as tiring. 

Anyway, enough background information on your friendship with Chris, maybe it’s time to get to the point that caused you to go off on a tangent in your own mind in the first place. 

Around two months ago Chris had informed you that he was seeing someone, he told you all of the basic information like her age, occupation and how they met. But you still feel like you know next to nothing about the woman who has seemingly stolen his heart, and despite you only being his best friend, this is in dire need of rectification.

So as his best friends, the duty to make her feel welcome has automatically been bestowed upon yourself and Tara. And what better way to do that than with a party? 

Tara’s annual halloween bash is just around the corner and for the last two months Chris has been planning his outfit, so he’s definitely coming and being that Tara extended his invite to his mystery woman too, she’ll have enough time to conjure up an outfit of her own.

Tara’s Halloween parties are the talk of the group for a month or so before and a month after, they always consist of lots of alcohol consumption and several failed attempts at karaoke. But what fun would it be if everyone could sing?

Being that you like to plan ahead with pretty much everything in your life, your costume is already set and ready to go. Last year you dressed up as an ex wife, like Cady Heron from mean girls but this year, you’ve gone down a different route... Lara Croft from the video game Tomb Raider. A game you love, it reminds you of a simpler time in life.

The rule of these Halloween parties is that no one can discuss costume choices, it makes it even funnier if two people or even three, get the same one. Plus it’s exciting waiting for everyone to show up, the guesses are always rife. Still, nothing will ever beat the year that yourself, Scott and Scott’s then boyfriend all picked a different version of Chris’s beloved character Steve Rogers to dress up as. You went as pre serum Steve, Scott went as post serum Steve and Scott’s ex went as nomad Steve. It was hilarious and even Chris admired the lengths and effort you’d all gone to, to get it perfect.

A little chuckle escapes your mouth as you sit opposite Chris at the breakfast bar in his mother’s kitchen. Lisa invited you round for dinner and after eating, the two of you just sat there unable move. That’s the best part about Lisa’s cooking, you’ll, never have to worry about unnecessary snacking afterwards, she’ll be sure to fill you to the brim, feeling so bloated that you both render on sickness. It’s a good feeling though, despite how it sounds.

“What’s so funny?” Chris asks, one eyebrow raised at you as you stifle more giggles, all over the image of him seeing his friends dressed as his character Steve Rogers.

A nonchalant shrug as you roll your eyes to brush him off fails as he pokes you in your side with the tip of his finger, the most ticklish part of your body. And as you almost fall off the stool due to dodging his hands, you try to call for mercy.

“Chris, stop” you cackle, snorting a little before slipping off of the stool in one piece, securing your safety before you run to the other side of the kitchen island. 

“Tell me what you were laughing at” he smirks, his fingers are mid air wiggling as he tries to approach you.

“It’s nothing, i just remembered the year me, Scott and Zach dressed up as different variations of Steve Rogers” your shoulders move up and down as signal of your amusement, Chris does the same as he buries his face in his hands momentarily. Before he stands upright and takes one of the photographs down off of the refrigerator, sliding it over to you for you to look at.

On the back it’s labelled Y/N, Scott & Zach (Tara’s Halloween bash) and on the front is a picture of all three of you smiling and posing dramatically. With Zach striking Steve Rogers typical hands on belt pose and you standing with a shy expression to embody pre-serum Steves awkwardness and lack of confidence. Then lastly Scott, who is dressed in the war uniform Steve had on during his battles with Hydra, the time he was falling for Peggy. His smile is cute as he poses with his back straight and hands at his sides. 

You can remember Chris taking that picture and loving every minute of the synchrony between three people he’s close to. 

“Fond memories” Lisa chimes in as she passes behind Chris, taking the photo from his grasp to assess it herself “those parties bring such joy” and you nod in agreement. Lisa’s always been so kind and family oriented, you’ve always loved the way she was able to make everyone and anyone feel welcome.

“So Lisa, have you had the pleasure of meeting this new mystery woman yet or are we all well and truly out of the loop when it comes to Chris’s love life?” you inquire, speculating what you’ve been suspecting, intentional secrecy. 

Chris loves his privacy, but usually he confides in you as well as his family about matters such as his love life. This has clearly gone out of the window with this new woman though. He’s never kept it locked away before, which as much as you’re trying to fight it, it is making you unsure of it all. Is she asking for a padlock on their newfound love and further allowing Chris to push you and everyone in his tight knit circle away?

You’ll have to meet her to find out, you’ve always been great at reading people.

“Funnily enough, no, i haven’t. Being his mother i would have hoped he’d have introduced the two of us but he’s been very guarded with it. It does worry me a little” she admits, shrugging as she puts the Halloween photo back onto the refrigerator and securing it with a magnet.

“Mom, come on. It’s not like that and you know it. Jasmine and I have just focused on getting to know one another and i didn’t wanna scare her off by introducing her to friends or family so soon. However, now we’re ready to come out of the shadows and you’ll all get to meet her next week at Tara’s party” he justifies, raising his brows and looking back and forth between yourself and Lisa who just looks at her eldest son with an understanding expression.

Lisa only ever wants her children to be happy, despite Chris being 40, he’s still her baby, always will be. So anyone that could potentially break his heart is a threat. She just wants to sus Jasmine out.

You shrug too, dismissing the subject altogether before Lisa leaves the two of you alone again.

Talk about an awkward situation.

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One last look at yourself in the mirror and you’re certain this is the sexiest costume you’ve worn for Halloween in years. But it’s never been because you’ve not wanted to push the boundaries, it’s more that you don’t see Halloween as an excuse to dress sexy. You’re just yourself and this year you felt a gravitational pull towards Lara Croft, it just so happens that your costume looks sexier than it should. However, there are absolutely no complaints on your part.

You sit on the edge of your bed to put your boots on before taking a couple snaps in your bedroom mirror. Once that’s done you’re ready to go. Tara’s Halloween party better be ready for Lara.

Whilst you’re gathering your things before leaving, Chris is in his car, his new girlfriend Jasmine riding shotgun, a smile so big it’s ear to ear.

“Nervous baby?” he coos, looking over at her with adoration.

“Hm, not really. I guess i’ve sorta come to terms with not everyone liking me so i let myself go. All i can do is be who i am and not try too hard”

Chris intertwines their fingers before lifting their hands to place a chaste kiss to the back of her hand, a simple yet loving action that seems to be making Jasmine’s heart melt as she smiles with hearts in her eyes.

He can only hope that she gets along with everyone, especially yourself, Tara and Scott. If his mom shows up this year, it’ll be like a family introduction and he’ll never admit this out loud, but it already took a lot to convince Jasmine to meet his friends and brother. If she has to meet his mom too, it could potentially overwhelm her, and that’s the last thing he wants.

You arrive at the party a little after 8:30pm, a good half hour after the time stated on the invites, the golden rule is usually that the party never starts at the time stated. It always starts a good two hours afterwards. But you like to be early, it’s a curse. 

Whilst awaiting the arrival of the other guests, yourself, Tara and her husband Jason set up the house, preparing all of the finger food and placing all of the available drinks on the dining room table, including her signature spooky spicy punch. You’re not entirely sure what she puts into it but it tastes great and that’s all that matters.

The Halloween themed playlist starts to blare into the house, surround sound is a magical thing. 

Before you know it, it’s 9:15pm and everything is pretty much done, Tara and Jason left you to get first dibs on the drinks and snacks whilst the two of them went to put their costumes on. Tara always kills it and even now as you’re guesses of what she could be dressed as, you know it’ll be great.

Halloween is pretty much your favourite time of year, horror movies, kids trick or treating, costume parties and who doesn’t love an excuse to consume obscene amounts of candy? You know you do.

Footsteps on the stairs alert you of Tara approaching and as she struts into the room, causing you to pause midway through taking a sip of your spooky punch, you smirk.

“You didn’t” you say before bursting into a laughing fit “it’s genius” you compliment before standing next to her and looking into her living room mirror above the couch. 

“Let’s get this party started” she claps her hands together before turning the music up and posting the sign on the front door of her house to alert all guests to ring the doorbell as it sends a notification to her phone instantly. But right as she gets herself a drink and is about to sip it, her phone lights up. A cheesy grin fills her face side to side as she makes her way to let everyone in.

First to arrive is Scott and Steve, his new boyfriend. Although you were really close to Zach, Steve is equally as nice and the two of you hit it off instantly. He’s super friendly and he really goes out of his way to ensure that Scott visits family often enough, despite the fact that the two of them live in L.A together. It’s admirable.

You greet the two of them by posing like Lara Croft in the centre of the kitchen as they walk in, the two of them came as ghostbusters. Inventive and Halloween themed for sure. However, they aren’t the regular ghostbusters, but the female versions, they’re kitted out with wigs and everything, you can’t help but smile.

“Well well well, if it isn’t Miss Croft. Tell me Lara, is there a ghost you need help scaring away?” Scott says, girly voice to match as he pretends to spray an imaginary ghost.

“My saviour” you mock, hand on your heart before hugging them both, at the same time.

This night is going to be fun, yet again, as it always is.

An hour later and more guests fill Tara’s home, all in a wide variety of costumes from Pennywise the clown to the different spice girls. 

And although you’re having fun, the looming meeting with Chris’s new girlfriend is weighing you down. What if she is weird about your friendship? What if he acts weird around you to avoid upsetting her? What if he doesn’t want to be friends anymore?

Okay, okay! That sounds very overdramatic and pathetic, you already know, It’s just Chris has always been very clear with past girlfriends that you’re his best friend, alongside Tara, and if said girlfriend couldn’t move past that, they couldn’t be in his life, but what if he doesn’t do that this time around. Granted, Chris is a very loyal person, so there are high hopes that remain, you just have to continue to trust and believe in him. 

The doorbell rings as you walk past the front door upon descending the stairs, so you decide to get it for a change, giving Tara a break from the back and forth.

As soon as it swings open, Chris and who you’re assuming to be Jasmine stand there in their costumes, Prince Phillip and Princess Aurora. AKA Sleeping Beauty. It suits him, you’ve always told him he has the face of a Disney prince. And he clearly agrees.

You’re frozen in time just staring at the two of them until the sound of Chris clearing his throat brings you crashing back down to earth.

“Sorry! Hi, come in guys” you stand to the side momentarily whilst they scoot past you and into the living room, you take their coats and drape them over the back of the couch before turning to face the new couple.

“So...you must be Jasmine. I’ve heard so much about you, i’m Y/N” with your friendliest smile plastered on your face as you step forward, arms out ready to hug her, she surprises you by stepping back and giving you her hand for you to shake. Not the best start, you’ll admit.

“Nice to meet you too” Chris looks back and forth between the two of you, seemingly impressed with the pleasantries exchanged. But you sense an underlying tone of bitterness in Jasmine’s voice. Is she upset with you? No, surely not. You’ve only just met the woman.

“I see you switched things up this year, Lara Croft, i like it” Chris gestures to your costume as you twirl before posing again.

Next up is your turn to acknowledge their couples costumes, as cringed out as you are by them. It’s not that it’s a bad choice, you just never saw Chris as the type to pull that lovey dovey crap. But each to their own. Besides, you can’t fault him when he looks good as Prince Phillip.

“Prince Phillip and Aurora” you beam, as poker face like as you can possibly manage, it’s the only way you’re going to get through this.

“It’s Princess Aurora” she corrects, leaving you to refrain from speaking up, okay, you’re really starting to dislike her now. 

She moves forward, working her way through the room and into the newly renovated kitchen where the majority of the guests are, with the monster mash blaring through the speakers.

Tara glances over to see Chris, yourself and Jasmine, immediately rushing to hug your friend from childhood. The 3 of you have always been inseparable.

“Whaddup loser” Tara squeezes him tightly and as she pulls away, Chris bursts into a fit of laughter at her costume.

“Not again” he sighs but secretly, he’s loving it.

“Yes..again! Here i am, the one and only Mr Freezy. Ladies and gentleman, the baddest in town. Care for an ice cream?” she squeaks, pulling out a toy ice cream from her back pocket and holding it in front of Chris.

He claps his hands together in amusement before his signature boob grab comes out to play and we all join in, laughing like school kids.

“Babe, aren’t you going to introduce me?” Jasmine pipes up, worming her way into the circle you formed without realising.

“Oh, shit! Yeah, sure. Tara, this is Jasmine. Jasmine meet Tara, she’s one of my good friends”

“Good? Try lifelong friend. The three of us grew up together actually, so if you wish to dig up any dirt on Chris here, myself and Y/N are the ones to speak to”

Tara smiles at Chris before quickly excusing herself to go and refill her drink, leaving you alone with the loving couple. You decide you need a refill too and even use the moment to offer to get a drink for the two of them, to which they accept. Well, Chris accepted, Jasmine didn’t say a word, just walked through the room observing everything from the decor to the people. If she knew she didn’t want to come here, then why did she? She could have just declined, it’s a lot better than ruining Chris’s night. Or your night too for that matter.

She seems like too much of a stuck up princess for your liking, not really in it for her feelings and more of a clout chaser. You could be wrong, but your intuition is always right on the money, as Lisa always tells you.

Speaking of Lisa, she should be here by now, she always shows up for a little just to see everyone in their costumes. 

The song Cuckoo by Adam Lambert comes on and you immediately run to grab Chris for a dance, unaware of Jasmine glaring at you, boy if looks could kill.

Chris grabs your hand, spinning you around as you both start your dance off, pulling your weirdest moves, the biggest kids in the place by far. No doubt about it.

All of your friends gather around to clap the two of you on, wanting to see who wins this year, being as Chris took the title last time. You vowed to yourself to take him down this time. Midway through Chris killing it at the running man, Lisa enters the circle, joining in on the cheering. 

Suddenly Jason enters the circle, clearly throwing himself into the mix with who looks to be Tara behind him. Chris spins around to face you “is this a joint dance off?”

Jason steps forward “it is, you and Y/N vs me and Tara” the crowd cheers in excitement as you all prepare to dance. The song changes from Cuckoo to Circus by Britney Spears and now you feel prepared. All the years you made Chris listen to Britney and join in on the dances you made up are about to pay off. As soon as it comes on, Tara smirks.

Lisa cheers as she is handed a drink by Scott, and out of the corner of your eye you can see him introducing Jasmine, Lisa doesn’t look too impressed but she’s putting her best fake smile on. Or at least that’s how it seems.

Chris shimmies to you and you do it back before stepping on his thigh to get a leg up onto his back and without realising it, Chris naturally plays out the dance you made him learn when you were 12. Childhood memories fill you with a bucket load of nostalgia as he spins you around so that you’re face to face and then he moves forward to allow you to bend backward, doing a bridge with your body before jumping up and getting in Jasons face.

The noises coming from everyone are a clear indication that the move your old ass self just pulled off was impressive. You strut back to Chris, high fiving him, it’s abundantly clear he’s proud and impressed too. Not bad for one person who just turned 40 and another who’s 37.

In some ways the two of you most likely resemble Monica and Ross from Friends as they do the routine on that New Years Eve episode, and the thought of that alone almost causes you to crack up but Chris starts doing the robot in front of you so you quickly rush to his side to join in before passing the floor back over to Tara and Jason. 

A couple more rounds pass and it’s a tough choice on who is winning, although you’d like to think you and Chris have it in the bag, Tara and Jason have been pulling all kinds of moves out of nowhere. So it’s a close call.

Scott promised to be fair when judging with the assistance of Steve.

The look of Tara in her Mr Freezy costume whilst dancing for her life is too much to handle and you burst into laughter as the last round closes up. The cheers for all of you fills you with excitement. You’ve always enjoyed dancing.

Scott and Steve confer for a moment as Jasmine makes her way over to you and Chris, tapping him on the shoulders and forcing a strained smile on her face as he faces her.

“You have some impressive moves in your little bag of tricks babe, i loved watching you move” her flirtatious tone and wink make you want to shudder but you hold it back and turn to find Lisa, giving her a hug.

“I’m not stopping love, just thought i’d show my face, you know how much i love the costumes. I’m loving Tara’s by the way, she really went above and beyond this year” you second that before Scott interrupts to announce Chris and yourself as the winners

You throw yourself at Chris, his arms wrap around you as he spins you around for a second before putting you back down on the ground. “Knew those dances would pay off” your ‘i told you so’ is looming but Chris stops you in your tracks.

“Hey, this doesn’t mean those many long hours dancing in my backyard are ever going to be memories i wish to revisit”

You poke him playfully but as you notice Jasmine scoff quietly, you step back.

“I’m just going to the bathroom, remind me where it is again babe” her innocent face seems off to you, and you’re not sure why but it seems that from the moment you laid eyes on her, she gave you a bad hunch. Almost like she reeked of trouble, so you wait a while before wondering off too, to the bathroom of course.

As you approach the bathroom door, you hear Jasmine’s voice, she’s trying to be quiet, although the music is pretty loud.

“I don’t know, his money i guess. Have you see that mans net worth? It’s insane. Plus he was rumoured to have a nice dick, so why else would i talk to him? No, Peyton, obviously he doesn’t know. Well, because i wanna keep sleeping with him of course, he’s decent in bed and he buys me things. Besides, that new Chanel is about to drop and mama needs a new bag for her collection. Hahaha, yeah right. Anyway i have to go back down, his weird ass friends are boring me to an early death, but i’ll call you tomorrow. Okay, bye” 

What the fuck! Did you just hear what you think you did? Poor Chris is down there thinking he’s with someone genuine. He always expected to have women try it with him because of his fame and money, even you did. But you always thought he’d see right through them. However, he did refrain from introducing her to everyone, perhaps she convinced him she wasn’t ready and was anxious so no one could have a chance at seeing past her phoney exterior.

The toilet flushes so you decide to head back downstairs to join the others, managing to find Chris chatting to Steve about their dogs. 

“Hey man” you wrap your arms around him in a side hug, resting your head on his chest as you continue to remain like that whilst he talks more.

“What’s up?” he questions, concern in the tone of voice. You don’t want to have to tell him but she’s not the one for him, she’s fraudulent and rude. He deserves to know and he deserves better.

“Can i talk to you for a second, outside away from everyone?” you start to pick at the skin around your nails anxiously as he nods and excuses the two of you from Steve before pushing past everyone and into the garden.

He sits on the wall, tapping the spot next to him for you and you join, shuffling your feet to prolong it.

Chris watches as you walk over and take a seat beside him, his heart racing as he looks at you, you seem on edge, you have done the whole night and he can’t quite make out what could be bothering you. But whatever it is, he intends to get to the bottom of it right now.

“What’s going on Y/N?” his hands rest in his lap as you avoid looking at him. “Is this about Ja-”

“Jasmine” you finish for him, nodding your head to confirm “she’s not who you think she is Chris, i really don’t have a good feeling about her” the look on his face is one of disbelief and hurt as he shakes his head.

“Is this because of that kiss we shared a couple months back? When you visited me in L.A? Is it because i stopped it? Because if it is and this is jealousy Y/N then i won’t have any of it. Jasmine has tried all night and you’ve done nothing but make her feel unwelcome” 

Woah, is he serious? This isn’t how you saw this going down at all. You anticipated a little denial but not for him to throw all of this blame to you and refuse to even hear you out. “Chris, can you at least hear me out?” you plead, standing up and stepping closer to him. But he only stands up to step away. 

“Please, don’t even bother”

As you watch him near the door, his hand about to open it to walk back inside you know you have to get him to hear you out somehow.

“I overheard a conversation she was having just now with someone called Peyton” he freezes.

“Peyton is her best friend” he mumbles. Refusing to turn around.

“I don’t want to go into detail. But the short of it is, she’s with you because of your money and fame. She admitted it, i heard it for myself. And if you seriously think i’d ever fuck a relationship up for you because i want you for myself then you really don’t know me as well as i thought. But it’s fine, i’ll let you make your own mind up” you murmur, fighting back tears before heading inside for the annual Halloween pictures.

During the pictures you move away from Chris to distract yourself. The two of you have had some big fights in all the years you’ve been friends, but he’s never not believed you, ever. And it hurts, he assumed the worst of you and now you’re left feeling ashamed. 

So once the pictures are done you decide to call it a night, making an excuse about a headache before leaving and calling a cab. Tara’s house is only a 10 minute walk away from yours so you can just come back over to get your car tomorrow whilst it’s light out. For now though, you’re too drunk to walk that far.

Tomorrow is another day and you refuse to let Chris’s words get you down. Yes, the two of you had a moment a couple months back, it was after a night of drinking and it just happened, you don’t regret it but it’s clear he does.

You’ve never particularly viewed Chris as someone who’d ever be more than a friend but right now, you’re conflicted. Have you subconsciously always wanted him? Maybe, but it surely you’d have realised it at some point. 

Who knows at this point? You can barely think straight so this is something to be revisited in the morning on a fresh mind.

For now you really need some sleep.

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Your intentions were good, they were pure, they were how they’ve always been when it’s come down to your friendships. You’ve always done nothing but prioritise those around you, and what has it all come to? Your closest friend dismissing you.

Thankfully the blinds are closed as you’re pretty certain the sun is blinding, and you’re feeling the hangover as it’s hitting you at full force. You have to walk to Tara’s today at some point, you’ll need your car back ready for work tomorrow morning, bright and early.

Your feet begin to kick at the duvet like it’s the enemy until it’s pooled at your feet, creasing it. You know you should probably get up to eat and shower, but sadness consumes, wrapping around you, every claustrophobic persons nightmare.

It’s like Chris is your platonic soulmate, granted you’ve kissed and that’s not very just friends of the two of you, but you don’t regret it. Every strong friendship with a man and a woman has to reach a point of testing the romantic waters, and Chris made it very clear he didn’t like you like that. You’re not even mad at him, you were a little disheartened that he was so opposed to it, especially at first, but you got over it. 

And you’ve had plenty of dates since then. He’s welcome to be with whoever we wants, even if it’s a stuck up, gold digging, clout chasing woman like Jasmine. Even the sound of her name in your head sounds awful, god she was really quite the woman. 

Eventually you manage to slip from the warm sheets on your bed and wander into the kitchen to make yourself some coffee. As you slide around the kitchen, your fluffy bed socks gliding easily, you decide that a shower is very much needed before you eat, you can still smell the alcohol on yourself and quite frankly it’s gross.

Lathering up the shower gel all over your body, you allow your mind to whisk itself away, however, you try to keep all thoughts positive, refusing to allow yourself to think of he who shall not be named.

He’s non existent today, and if he who shall not be named wishes to be friends again, it’ll be down to him to make amends. You know deep down that you did the right thing, whether he liked it or not. Even though it was abundantly clear he in fact heavily disliked the information you spilled to him.

But that’s his issue, not yours. 

After showering, changing and eating, you leave to go and pick your car up. You texted Tara to let her know you were planning to stop by, you left your car keys at her place. Thankfully she’s awake and feeling sorry for herself, hangovers are clearly rife within your friendship circle.

You walk up the driveway of her house as she opens the door, looking like hell with her Mr Freezy wig in disarray and it almost causes you to laugh but then your brain chooses to remind you of your fallout with Chris and the frown remains etched onto your face. A clear indicator to everyone that you’re not yourself.

Tara has yet to find out about it but you don’t plan on spilling that information just yet. You’d much rather speak to Chris, whenever he’s ready to that is.

Thankfully Tara isn’t in the mood to make conversation, so it’s easy for you to collect your keys and make your way back to your house as quickly as the speed limits will allow. 

But the dread of resolving things with Chris resurfaces tenfold as you pull up to your place and spot his car out front and the moment he spots you coming, he steps out.

The look on his face is similar to one you’ve been harbouring all morning, he feels exactly the same as you do, or at least that’s how it looks.

Slow and steady, you make your way over to him, palms sweaty with anticipation of how this interaction will go down. 

“Hi” he mumbles, voice raspy as he stands upright to greet you, but rather than making direct eye contact, you go straight to unlocking the door and giving him a quick hi in response. Being rude was never your intention but you’re assuming that it was a knee jerk response out of frustration.

Once alone in your kitchen, Chris stands one side of the island, with you on the other, neither one of you sure where to start. You’ll be honest, you really weren’t expecting to hear from him for a couple days, let alone see him in the flesh. Maybe, just maybe, he’s growing distant from his usually stubborn ways. 

“I don’t even know what to say to you, if i’m being completely honest” maybe not.

“Could start off by apologising” and it seems neither of you have matured in this area.

Neither one of you willing to back down or swallow pride.

But to your surprise, Chris lets out an exasperated sigh before speaking. “I broke up with Jasmine”

You go to interrupt, a rushed assumption that he was going to say something awful, but then it registers, the words he just uttered, he listened to you last night after all.

“W-what?” your stuttering problem chooses now of all times to act, why? 

Your spine is straight, your two hands are joined, fingers intertwined as your body aimlessly searches for ways to distract you from your anxiety.

“When i saw you were acting off and i suggested we went somewhere more private to talk, i thought that it was finally happening” huh? what does he mean?

Furrowed brows, eyes narrowed, more than what words could ever say as you silently urge him to continue.

“That kiss we shared, god, that kiss” he draws in a deep breath, taking his time before breathing out and bowing his head, clearly in need of a second.

In the entire time you’ve been friends with Chris, you’ve never seen him so worked up, his anxiety sky rocketing right in front of your eyes as he struggles to express how he feels. For a man with the entire world making assumptions, that he’s a confident man, he’s anything but. Their assumptions are so far from the real Chris, the Chris you’ve know since childhood. He’s gentle, anxious, scared, funny, shy and introverted. His confidence isn’t always 100 percent, it never has been and probably never will be. But that’s why you’ve always loved him.

Your eyes widen, your mouth opens in shock as panic floods you. Do you...do you love him? Is that what this is? Is that what this has always been? Perhaps it has, even when you didn’t know it, even if neither of you have never realised it. 

“I’d spent so many years in relationships that didn’t challenge me and excite me, relationships where i gave everything i could to make them work, to the point of forcing it and i could never work out why things never quite fit. But then we kissed. And everything clicked. I’d been searching for something that was right in front of me the entire time, for traits of you in other women when all along you were there and i just never realised until that kiss”

The pounding of your heartbeat against the skin of your chest is so loud right now. Thump, thump, thump. You’re certain he can hear it, can he? Can he hear how fast your heart beats, how every inch of your body aches for the lost opportunities, the chances you never took because neither one of you realised sooner.

“Realised what?” you manage to ask, voice barely above a strangled whisper, your voice unable to work harder than that.

“That i love you. That i’ve always loved you and i never even knew” his body carries him closer to you, his hand grazes yours and you’re still as you watch him and the way he touches you. The denial you’re so desperate to let out, the inability to believe he could ever feel the same way. The inability to believe that this is real, this invisible love you’ve felt for one another without knowledge of its presence.

So many questions fill your mind, racing through it and causing you to feel overwhelmed and dizzy.

‘When did it start?’

‘Was there a moment that it suddenly developed and bloomed?’

‘Did it grow overtime?’

‘Why now?’

“Why?’

‘Why did he push you away after that kiss, and act as though he didn’t feel a thing?’ 

Okay, let’s start with that question.

“Say something, please” his impatience is growing worse by the second.

“If this is all true, if this is all real. Why did you act like the kiss didn’t mean a thing to you?”

His face is blank, but his eyes tell you everything, he was terrified. 

“I didn’t want to ruin our friendship, i didn’t want to cross that line. But last night, seeing you walk towards me under the back porch lights, the way you looked at me, the protective nature you had and have always had, it hit me like a truck. And i’ve handled it all badly, i know. I just didn’t want to accept that yet another relationship had failed, before it had even began. I spent so many years burying my head in the sand, refusing to take a look at the root of why things were going wrong or even to take a look at myself. I guess in some ways i’ve always known it was you, it’s always been you. I just, i-”

The collision of your lips and his cuts him off before he can continue to ramble, you refuse to allow yourselves to waste anymore time when time is so precious. In the grand scheme of things, you only have one life, why waste it sitting on something so huge, when you could live your life and take every opportunity that comes your way.

His lips freeze at first before they begin to slowly move against yours, working together in a familiarity that corroborates everything that’s come to be what you’ve always known. It’s always been you two, your lips have been destined to meet, to move in a slow and steady yet heated rhythm as your bodies connect. Every single moment, every single longing and loving stare, every single late night phone call, every single text and memory that’s made up your friendship, it’s all come down to this moment. 

This is when it all sinks in, you never want to be without him, without his love, his touch, his heart. Just him.

He is everything and more. Everything you’ve been waiting for, not even just the superficial elements on your checklist or the non superficial elements, but him. You’ve waited for him.

Just him.

His breathing grows to be irregular and shaky as you both pour your entire souls into this kiss, into sharing how you feel. Actions will forever speak louder than words.

They speak more than words, words are useless when it comes to describing this feeling, one of true, unfiltered, unrelenting love and happiness.

Never in your wildest dreams could you have ever seen this coming. But clearly fate always finds a way.

As you break apart, the heavy breathing escapes, the gasps of pure shock yet satisfaction and pleasure, they all fill the space between you as your foreheads meet. 

“Chris? You really hurt me, y’know?”

“I’m so sorry Y/N”

“I know”

Silence once again.

But not for long.

His lips capture yours once more, but only for a brief moment.

“I knew your intentions were always good, and genuine. I was just mad at the situation, not you. But it came out like i was. And i’m so sorry for the things i said. I hated fighting, i hated watching you leave that party early knowing i’d upset you” he’s getting choked up.

“Shh, i know. I know. I believe you, i forgive you”

“I don’t know what i’ve been doing all this time, all the moments you’ve been around to protect me from shit and i’ve been too slow to realise it”

“You and me both. But we’re here now, surely that’s all that matters”

“It is” his lips pucker and press to your forehead before he pulls you to him, closing the gap. His strong arms wrap around you, the missing puzzle piece. A silent click of everything falling into place.

You’re home.

Chris feels his entire body relax, he’s home too.

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Being born a witch from a very long line of powerful witches had never been something Y/N had been proud of. It always ended up with her doing spells for other people because she felt it was her duty to do it with little questions. It was during one of those moments that a complete accident had taken the life of her best friend. In doing so, it brought her mother’s long-kept secret to the surface. At the age of thirteen, Y/N had to learn to balance both the life of a witch, groomed to become the next leader of the coven, and the secret of a werewolf. For years she believed she had been doing just fine until Klaus Mikaelson entered the picture, throwing that balance she fought to keep off. A young witch is in need of help while new enemies are lurking in dark corners, waiting to strike. Secrets can only stay that way for so long before someone uncovers them.

Pairings: Eventual Klaus Mikaelson x Reader

Request: Hellooo! I was wandering if you could do a story for Klaus where y/n is a secret tribrid and meets Klaus as a witch, and by saving his life finds out shes wolf too. Then she becomes a vampire by however you choose and teaches Hope on control and blah blah and idk like helps take care of her? I think at first y/n is kind of aloof and super like push over nice and no one expects her to be so strong and powerful. Sorry if it’s too much I really love your writing ❤❤❤ Thx -@kenmen02 (I do hope this idea is to your liking! ❤)

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Injuries Pt. 2 (Chris Motionless)

Here it is:) Gif not mine.  Part 1

     The boys walked off of the stage after their performance, laughing and patting each other on the back. So far, this show had been the craziest one of the entire tour. Adrenaline still pounded through Chris’ blood as he walked over to his tour manager to grab a towel to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

     “Great shows guys! That was awesome. You have an interview in a few hours, but until then you’re free to do whatever you want.” Their tour manager said, handing each member a towel and water bottle. “Just be sure you’re all back at the bus before then.”

     They all nodded their heads and turned to hand their equipment to the techs. Once they had finished putting their instruments away, they walked down the stairs at the back of the stage.

     “I don’t know about all of you, but I’m going to go back to the bus and change. I wreak.” Vinny pulled his shirt away from his body and scrunched up his nose once he got a whiff of himself. The rest of the guys nodded in agreement and began to walk in the direction of their tour bus.

     “Actually I’m going to head over to the table and see if the girls need any help,” Chris pointed towards their merch table where he could see a huge crowd gathering.

     The rest of the guys looked at each other with smirks, trying to hold in their laughter. “And by see if they need help, you mean see if (Y/N) needs help… with anything.” Ryan winked at Chris which caused all of the guys to start laughing.

     “Haha. Funny,” Chris rolled his eyes at his friends. “You guys know how busy it gets at the table. Plus, I saw the crew unloading huge boxes from the trailer, and the girls probably need help unpacking all of them.”

     “Well let’s go then,” Ricky turned to walk towards their merch table with the rest of the guys following.

     “Wait… what?” Chris looked at Ricky with wide eyes. “I thought you were going back to the bus.”

     “Well we wouldn’t want our girls to be overwhelmed, would we? So we’re going to go help them out.” Ricky turned back to look at Chris, who had a dumbfounded look on his face. “Relax. We aren’t going to try to steal away your girl… Maybe.” The guys burst into fits of laughter, and continued to make their way to the table.

     Chris stared after his friends in shock. They wouldn’t really try anything with (Y/N). Would they? Shaking himself from his shock, Chris began to follow his friends to the table, grumbling something about putting bleach in shampoo bottles.

     When they got to the table, the band was met with the many cheers of their fans. This immediately brightened Chris’ mood, but what really put a smile on his face was when he caught sight of (Y/N), selling merch and taking pictures with some fans. He started to make his way over to say hi, but before he could reach her, Ricky, Vinny, and Ryan tackled her in a hug.

     “Hey guys,” the smaller girl laughed, hugging her three friends back, “What’s up?”

     “Oh you know. Playing shows, Meeting fans. Hugging pretty girls,” Vinny squeezed (Y/N) tighter, and smirked at Chris over her shoulder.

     “Shut up,” (Y/N) pushed the guys off of her and smiled up at them. When the guys feigned hurt looks for being pushed away, she laughed and said, “You know I love all of you, but you all need a shower.” They all laughed and made kissy faces at her before turning to hug Jessie, who had been watching Chris’ less-than pleased expression, and talking to Ghost.

     When she saw the boys walking towards her she said, “Oh hell no. I’m with (Y/N). You guys stink.” The three guys ignored her and started to chase her around the tent.

     With Vinny, Ricky, and Ryan chasing Jessie, Chris walked up behind (Y/N) and leaned forward to talk into her ear. “Hey.”

     (Y/N) spun around to look at Chris, “Hey.”

     “Do I have to take a shower before I hug you?”

     “Hmm… for you I guess I can make an exception.”

     Laughing, Chris stepped towards (Y/N), wrapping his arms around the smaller girl’s waist, while she wrapped her arms around his neck. They stayed like that for a few seconds before awkwardly pulling away from each other.

     Chris rubbed the back of his neck before offering to help (Y/N) with the growing line of people, which she agreed to. While they walked back to the line, they didn’t notice the five pairs of eyes watching their little moment.

     “We have to do something. This is getting ridiculous.” Jessie gestured towards Chris and (Y/N).

     “I know. They just need to get together already. Or at least go on a date.” Ryan took a bracelet from on of the merch boxes and started tossing it around. He threw it at Vinny, who wasn’t paying attention, which caused the drummer to stumble into a huge stack of boxes that had been haphazardly piled into the tent, and almost knocked them over.

     “Careful dude. If you make those boxes fall, it could really hurt someone.” Once the pile had stopped swaying, Ghost walked over to Vinny to move him away from the tower of merch and equipment boxes.

     “Maybe if one of them landed on their heads, it’d knock some sense into them.” Ryan nodded his head towards Chris and (Y/N), who had just finished taking a picture together for a fan.

     “ Are you nuts? If one of those things landed on (Y/N), it’d crush her. And I don’t know about you guys, but I prefer my friends to be, oh I don’t know, breathing,” Ricky inched away from the unstable pile, eyeing it wearily.

     “Guys, forget about the stupid boxes. There’s a more important matter to deal with. It’s obvious that those two are crazy about each other, but they’re too oblivious to even realize it.” Jessie rubbed her temples in exasperation “I think that it’s about time that they had a little outside help.” She looked up at the, hopefully, soon to be couple, and grinned.

     “I know that look. That’s your meddling look. What are you thinking?” Ghost turned to look at Jessie curiously.

     She looked over at Chris and (Y/N) to make sure that they weren’t paying attention, and motioned for the guys to form a circle. “We all know that Chris is really protective right?” Everyone nodded their heads in agreement, remembering all of the times that Chris had intervened when a guy was making (Y/N) uncomfortable. “But he also gets jealous pretty easily.” when the boys looked at her in confusion, she said, “oh come on guys. You can’t honestly tell me that you haven’t noticed that every time one of you hugs (Y/N), he practically rips you apart with his eyes.”

     They all turned to look at (Y/N), who happened to be hugging a fan, with Chris standing off to the side. At first glance his expression was blank, but the guys could see the fire that was burning in his eyes.

     “Ok. Point taken. So what’s your plan?” Ricky, and the rest of the guys, leaned closer to hear Jessie.

     “We play a little game of jealousy my friends.” The wide grin that Jessie had on her face made all of the guys extremely nervous.

     “Are you trying to get us killed?” Vinny looked at her with wide eyes.

     “Don’t be so dramatic. I’m not saying that you have to go make out with her. The object of the game is to get him jealous, not murderous. Just, you know, flirt a little. It shouldn’t really take all that long to get a reaction out of Chris. Piece of cake.”

     “With Chris, jealous and murderous might as well be the same thing,” Ricky mumbled, and after receiving a glare from Jessie he said, “I mean I guess. Whatever helps right?”

     “I call using the ‘Are you from Tennessee’ line.” Vinny raised his hands to call dibs on the cheesy pickup line.

     “What? No way dude. that’s my line. Use another one,” Ryan pushed Vinny’s hand down and the two began to argue about who’s pickup line it was.

     (Y/N) was walking towards the stack of boxes to get more shirts out when she saw Ryan grab Vinny in a headlock. Suddenly, Vinny pushed Ryan off of him and into the pile of boxes that (Y/N) was standing in front of. She watched with wide eyes as multiple, heavy boxes came falling directly on top of her, and she collapsed under the weight with a scream of pain, and surprise.

     She heard various voices scream, “(Y/N)!” before her head collided with the ground, and everything went black.

Finally! Part two. I’m so so sorry that this took so long. School has seriously been kicking my butt, and I barely have time to sleep, let alone write. So to make up for it, I tried to make this part a little longer than the last. ANYWAYS, as always, constructive criticism is always welcome:) I honestly have no idea when the next part will be up, but hopefully it’ll be soon. Thank you for reading.~Salem

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New Blog: Requests open!

Hello lovelies!

I’ve decided to open a yandere themed writing blog! Here I will post my own one-shots along with any requests. I’ll write really any theme (fluff, angst, and NSFW) Although, I’m not sure I would be comfortable writing PolyFics, just because I have no experience in that area.

Anyways, here are the shows/movies/fandoms I’ll write for:

-My Hero Academia

-BTS

-Demon Slayer

-Hazbin Hotel

-Miraculous Ladybug

-Fire emblem

-Persona 5

-Pokémon

-Noragami

-Diabolik lovers

-Black Butler

-Spiderman Far from Home

-Spiderman Into the Spiderverse

-Attack on Titan

Masterlist

When I write more, more will appear!

Also, head over here to learn more about me and the names of my characters!!

Introductions:

A Sanctuary of Air: Aither, Aiths, Aithen, and Aithi light introduction.

A Domestic Morning: Rueben/The Doctor light introduction.

Fanfiction

Does anyone else read a lot of reader inserts but doesn't imagine themselves in the story? Like, it's my name, but they never look like me. It even changes from story to story, like I'm not imagining the same person everytime.