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THE HOLLOW MAN

It started with a whisper.

"Come closer."

Mia bolted upright in bed, her breath caught in her throat. The room was dark except for the dim glow of the streetlights outside. Beside her, Jake was fast asleep, his chest rising and falling in steady rhythm.

Had she imagined it?

She held her breath, listening.

Silence.

Mia let out a shaky exhale and laid back down, pulling the covers up to her chin. She was probably just tired. But just as sleep began to take her—

"I’m waiting."

The voice was right beside her ear.

She jerked up so fast her head spun. Her hands trembled as she reached for the bedside lamp, flicking it on. The room was empty.

Jake groaned and turned over. “Babe, what the hell?”

“There’s—” She hesitated. She couldn’t explain it. Couldn’t make him believe.

Nothing,” she muttered, turning off the light.

But it wasn’t nothing.

The whispers continued each night, growing bolder. The air felt heavy, suffocating. Shadows shifted in the corners of the room. And then—she saw him.

A shape.

Tall. Wrong.

It stood in the corner, limbs too long, torso stretched unnaturally thin. Its face was a smudge of darkness, an absence where features should be. It did not move. It did not breathe. It only watched.

Mia shut her eyes, whispering, “Not real, not real, not real.”

When she opened them again—he was closer.

She screamed.

Jake jolted awake, cursing. “Mia, what the hell is wrong with you?”

“There’s someone—” She pointed.

But the corner was empty.

“Mia, you need to sleep,” he sighed, pulling her into his arms. “You’re just freaking yourself out.”

But she wasn’t.

Because each night, the Hollow Man crept closer.

She refused to sleep. The lights stayed on. But the whispers only grew louder.

"Let me in."

Then, Mia made a mistake.

She whispered back.

"Who are you?"

The room collapsed into silence. The air turned rancid, thick with the smell of rot.

Then, slowly—it grinned.

The lights flickered.

Mia choked on a scream as her body seized, her back arching violently. Her skin rippled and split, as if something inside her was crawling its way out.

Jake watched in horror as deep, jagged cuts tore open across her stomach, something moving beneath the flesh. Her veins bulged, black and swollen, spreading like a spiderweb under her skin.

“MIA!” He lunged for her—

Her jaw snapped open.

Too wide.

Unnatural.

Her tongue split down the middle, peeling apart like rotting fruit. Her teeth sharpened before his eyes, jagged like broken glass.

Her fingers clawed at her own face, peeling away strips of skin. The flesh sloughed off in wet chunks, exposing muscle and bone.

Jake gagged. Something was pushing out from inside her.

He grabbed her wrists, trying to hold her together, but her body buckled and ripped apart, spilling blood, viscera, and something else—something dark, shifting, wrong.

The Hollow Man stepped out of her, shedding her body like a useless husk. Jake’s mouth opened in a silent scream as the creature turned toward him—

And Mia’s skinless face grinned back.

Then, the lights went out.

(Sorry this took so long, my lovelys. I hope this lives up to expectations and let me know what you want to write! Love you xx(

Bang Chan x Idol!Reader Fluff Headcanons (JYP Idols Edition

How You Two Got Together:

You and Chan met as trainees, growing close over the years. Even after debuting in different groups under JYP, you remained best friends, always supporting each other.

The feelings were mutual, but you both hesitated due to your careers. Eventually, Chan, being the bold leader he is, confessed first during a late-night studio session.

Since you’re both idols, you kept the relationship private at first, but the members of Stray Kids and your group caught on quickly.

Dating as Idols Under JYP:

Chan always finds ways to see you despite busy schedules, whether it’s sneaking into your practice room with snacks or FaceTiming you when he’s composing.

He makes sure you’re taking care of yourself, often nagging you like a true leader. "Did you eat?" "Don’t overwork yourself!" You do the same for him, and the members love how you keep their leader in check.

Matching couple bracelets or rings that fans speculate about but can’t confirm. You both tease them by wearing them during interviews and pretending it’s a coincidence.

Late-night studio dates where Chan lets you sit on his lap while he produces music, occasionally pressing kisses to your temple when no one’s around.

If your groups are on the same music show lineup, he tries to act professional but can’t help sending you secret glances or smiles.

Straykids Reactions:

Lee Know: Pretends to be indifferent but actually teases Chan constantly. “Aish, our leader is so whipped,” he says before smirking when Chan blushes.

Changbin: Third-wheels a lot. "Hey, you two going on a date? Mind if I tag along?" He secretly finds your relationship adorable.

Hyunjin: Dramatically sighs about how he’s single while lowkey gushing about how cute you two are behind your backs.

Han: Constantly jokes about how Chan used to be "married to music" before you came along. Also loves making you both flustered by bringing up fan theories.

Felix: Your biggest supporter! He’s always saying how happy you make Chan and loves taking secret pictures of you two being soft together.

Seungmin: Relentlessly roasts Chan. "Wow, so you really found someone who puts up with you? Impressive."

I.N: Admires your relationship and sometimes asks for dating advice, even if he doesn’t need it.

Fans’ Reactions:

Fans start noticing the little things—Chan subtly looking for you during award shows, both of you reacting to each other’s performances, and the matching accessories.

“WHY DOES CHAN ALWAYS SMILE WHEN Y/N’S GROUP PERFORMS??”

“Not me analyzing their interactions like a detective…”

“The way Y/N and Chan interacted in the JYP family concert… THEY’RE SOULMATES.”

When you finally go public, fans freak out but mostly in a supportive way. Many admire how respectful and private your relationship was.

Bonus:

When your relationship is finally confirmed, Stray Kids post a chaotic TikTok with the caption: "Our leader finally has a life outside the studio!"

Chan, ever the sweetheart, writes a heartfelt Bubble message thanking fans for their support and promising to continue giving his best as both an idol and a boyfriend.

Your group members tease you just as much as Stray Kids tease Chan.

Felix and Hyunjin are the honorary members of your ship's fan club.

(Heyyy my lovleys,it's been a long time, but I'm back, and I do apologise for my absence, but I hope you enjoyed this post regardless. Love you bye xx)

After the Storm

The air was crisp and cool, a stark contrast to the chaos that had consumed the city just weeks ago. The war against the villains had left scars—on the buildings, on the people, and in the hearts of every hero. But even in the midst of devastation, life had a way of rebuilding itself, just like the slow buds of spring after a harsh winter.

You sat on the roof of your small apartment, legs dangling off the edge as you gazed at the city below. Reconstruction efforts were well underway, and there was an oddly comforting rhythm to the sound of drills and hammers in the distance. Still, your thoughts were elsewhere—on the stubborn, spiky-haired hero who had been avoiding you since the end of the war.

Bakugou Katsuki was a man of contradictions: fierce and brash, yet loyal to a fault. After everything you’d been through together, you thought you understood him. But his sudden distance left you feeling more confused than ever.

"Oi."

The familiar gruff voice startled you from your thoughts. You turned to see Bakugou climbing onto the roof, his blond hair catching the fading light of the sunset. He wore his casual clothes—a black hoodie and jeans—but his bandaged hands and faint bruises told the story of the battles he’d endured.

"Katsuki," you said softly, a mix of relief and uncertainty in your tone. "What are you doing here?"

"Tch." He rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding your gaze. "You’re the one who’s been sulking up here like a damn idiot."

Your lips twitched into a small smile. "I wasn’t sulking."

"Yeah, right." He dropped down beside you, close enough that your shoulders brushed. For a moment, neither of you spoke, the silence filled with the distant hum of the city.

"I…" Bakugou started, then stopped. He clenched his fists, staring out at the horizon. "Look, I’m not good at this crap, but… I’m sorry."

Your eyes widened. "Sorry? For what?"

"For not—" He huffed, clearly frustrated with himself. "For not checking in sooner. For acting like an ass. I just… after everything that happened, I didn’t know how to face you."

Your heart ached at the vulnerability in his voice. "Katsuki…"

"I thought I’d screw it up," he admitted, his crimson eyes finally meeting yours. "You… you mean a lot to me, and after the war, I couldn’t stop thinking about what would’ve happened if I lost you."

The weight of his words hung in the air, heavy and raw. You reached out, gently taking one of his bandaged hands in yours.

"You didn’t lose me," you said firmly. "I’m here. We both made it through, and that’s what matters."

Bakugou’s jaw tightened, his eyes glimmering with unspoken emotion. "Yeah, well, you’re stuck with me now. Don’t think you can just get rid of me that easy."

A laugh bubbled from your lips, light and genuine. "I wouldn’t dream of it."

For the first time in what felt like ages, a small, crooked smile tugged at Bakugou’s lips. He squeezed your hand, his touch warm and grounding.

The two of you sat there until the stars began to dot the sky, the city below buzzing with the sounds of hope and renewal. And in that quiet moment, you knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you and Bakugou would face them together—stronger, scarred, but unbreakable.

(Hope you enjoyed this. I apologise if some of its wrong,I don't really watch mha. Love you bye xx)

(Hello beautiful people,I just wanna say thank you so much for your support on my first post it means the world to me,so thank you. Enjoy this post, and have a good day/night. Love you xx)

A Love Beyond the Woods

Crystal Lake was quiet, save for the rustle of the trees and the faint whispers of the wind. In the midst of this serene wilderness stood Jason Voorhees, a towering figure of legend, feared by many. But to you, he was more than the shadow that loomed over campfire tales. He was Jason—your Jason.

How It Began

You weren’t like the others who stumbled upon Camp Crystal Lake with loud music and reckless abandon. You came seeking solitude, hoping the quiet might help you heal from your own scars. When you first encountered Jason, it was terrifying, but something in your demeanor gave him pause. You didn’t scream. You didn’t run. Instead, you stood your ground, whispering, "I don’t want to hurt you." Those words broke through the anger and loneliness that had consumed him for years.

Jason didn’t speak, but his actions told you everything. When he lowered his weapon and simply stared at you, it was the beginning of something neither of you could have anticipated.

Headcanons About Your Relationship

1. Jason’s Protective Nature

Jason is fiercely protective of you. Anyone who dares come near the camp with harmful intent is swiftly dealt with. But with you, his rough exterior softens. He ensures you’re always safe, often shadowing you silently when you wander near the woods.

2. Communication Without Words

Though Jason doesn’t speak, the two of you developed a unique form of communication. Simple gestures—pointing, nodding, or even the way he tilts his head—speak volumes. Sometimes, you’d write notes to him, and though his reading was slow, he’d cherish every word.

3. Quiet Affection

Jason isn’t one for grand displays of affection, but his actions are tender. He’ll leave small gifts for you: a cluster of wildflowers, a smooth stone he found by the lake, or even an old trinket unearthed from the campgrounds.

4. Healing Together

Both of you carry scars—yours visible, his hidden beneath the mask. But being together brings a sense of peace neither of you knew you needed. On quiet nights, you’d sit by the lake, your hand resting lightly on his. Even in silence, there’s a profound connection.

5. Cooking and Domesticity

Though Jason doesn’t need much to survive, he’ll occasionally bring fresh fish from the lake or small game from the woods. You’d cook meals for the two of you, and he’d watch intently, fascinated by the process. Seeing him tilt his head as he tries new food always makes you smile.

6. Soft Moments

Jason has a softer side he rarely shows. Once, you caught him holding a small rabbit in his massive hands, gently petting it. He froze when he noticed you, but when you smiled, he relaxed, letting the rabbit go.

7. Your Influence on Him

You’ve shown Jason that not everyone is out to harm him. Over time, he’s become less aggressive toward strangers who aren’t causing trouble, though he’s still wary. You’re the only one who’s managed to calm the storm inside him.

8. Nightmares and Comfort

Sometimes, Jason’s past haunts him. On those nights, he’d thrash in his makeshift bed, and you’d sit beside him, softly whispering reassurances. Your presence always seemed to ease his torment.

One evening, as the sun set over Crystal Lake, painting the water in hues of gold and crimson, Jason approached you with something in his hands. It was a crude, handmade bracelet—twine and small beads he must’ve found around the camp. He held it out to you, his head slightly bowed, as if unsure of your reaction.

Your heart swelled. Sliding it onto your wrist, you smiled up at him. “It’s perfect, Jason. Thank you.”

Though he didn’t speak, the way his shoulders relaxed and his gaze softened told you everything. In his own way, he was telling you he cared.

Life with Jason wasn’t conventional, but it was yours. And in the quiet, away from the world’s judgment, you found a love as deep and enduring as the woods themselves.

(I hope you've enjoyed this, Jason voorhees x reader post,bye-bye xx)

Dreams and Daggers

(Heyyyy everyone,this is my first post, so I hope you enjoy it and feel free to request things. Love you bye xx)

The stars glittered above Camp Half-Blood like shards of celestial bronze, and the sound of the waves lapping against the shore filled the quiet night. Most campers had gone to bed, but you, the daughter of Hypnos, found yourself wide awake for once.

You were perched on the edge of the canoe lake, your feet skimming the water. Sleep had been elusive, which was unusual for you. Your dreams, often vivid and heavy with meaning, had been confusing lately—fragments of laughter, golden sunlight, and a pair of stormy blue eyes that seemed to linger long after you woke up.

Speak of the devil.

"Couldn’t sleep?” came Luke Castellan’s familiar voice behind you.

You turned to find him standing there, hands in his pockets, a lopsided grin on his face. His blonde hair caught the moonlight, making him look like something out of a dream himself.

"Ironic, isn’t it?” you replied, a small smile tugging at your lips. “A daughter of Hypnos, wide awake.”

Luke chuckled as he sat down beside you, his presence warm and easy. "Maybe I’m rubbing off on you. I never sleep well.”

"Too much guilt keeping you up?” you teased lightly, though your voice held a note of genuine curiosity.

His grin faltered for a split second before he leaned back on his hands, looking up at the sky. "Something like that.”

You frowned, nudging his shoulder with yours. "Hey, I didn’t mean it like that. I just… You carry a lot on your shoulders, Luke. It’s okay to let someone else carry it for a while.”

He turned to you, his blue eyes searching yours in a way that made your heart stutter. "Yeah? And who’s going to carry your burdens, huh? You help everyone else with their nightmares, but who helps you?”

You blinked, caught off guard by his question. No one had ever asked you that before.

"I don’t know,” you admitted quietly. “I guess… I just deal with it.”

Luke’s expression softened. “That’s not fair, you know. You deserve someone who listens, who cares. Someone who… makes you feel like you’re not alone.”

Your cheeks flushed, and you quickly looked away, focusing on the ripples in the water. "What about you? Who makes you feel like you’re not alone?”

There was a pause, and then, so softly you almost didn’t hear it, Luke said, "You.”

Your breath hitched, and you turned to face him, your heart pounding. “Me?”

He gave a sheepish laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah. I mean, don’t get me wrong, you can be a little scary sometimes with all the dream talk and your scary-good intuition, but… you’re also kind. You see people. Really see them. And I guess… I’ve never felt so understood.”

You stared at him, unsure of what to say. Was he really saying what you thought he was saying?

Luke cleared his throat, his usual confidence faltering. “I know I’m not exactly a great catch. I’ve made… a lot of mistakes. But I want to be better. For you.”

Your heart melted at his words, and before you could second-guess yourself, you reached out and took his hand.

"You’re not perfect, Luke,” you said softly. “But neither am I. And I don’t care about the mistakes you’ve made. I care about who you are now.”

His eyes widened, a flicker of hope shining in them. “Yeah?”

"Yeah,” you said, smiling.

Luke’s grin returned, brighter than ever, and he laced his fingers through yours. “So… does this mean I can officially call you my girlfriend? Or do I have to fight Hypnos for permission?”

You laughed, the sound light and free. "You’d lose that fight, Castellan.”

"Maybe,” he said with a smirk. “But I’d fight anyway. You’re worth it.”

Your cheeks turned pink, and you playfully shoved him. "You’re such a cheeseball.”

"Yeah, but you like it,” he teased, leaning closer.

And he wasn’t wrong.

As the two of you sat there, hands intertwined, the stars seemed to shine a little brighter. For the first time in a long time, you felt truly at peace. And if your dreams were filled with golden sunlight and stormy blue eyes that night, well, you weren’t complaining.

(Thank you for reading beautiful people,I hope you have a great day wherever you are xx)