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Hiii! Could I get Deena Johnson x reader!! Where reader is very awkward and it takes place during the movie where they’re being chased by the killers and reader thinks Deena still is in love with sam so she doesn’t communicate her feelings? Sorry if that’s not as detailed but you can decide the ending and I love your writting and I hope you have a amazing day!!

HIII OMG YES OFC!! I HOPE THIS IS WHAT YOU ASKED FOR <33

“Almost” ˎˊ˗

Synopsis: In the middle of a blood-soaked nightmare, you stay by Deena Johnson’s side, hiding a love she may never return. She’s focused on saving her ex. You’re just trying not to fall apart. Some feelings are too dangerous to speak especially when survival is the only thing that matters.

Pairings: Deena Johnson x fem!awkward reader

warnings: Angst, unrequited love (or so it seems..)

Header made by: @cafekitsune

The blood wouldn’t come off.

You scrubbed your hands raw in the gas station bathroom, pink water circling the drain like some cursed baptism, but the smell lingered. Copper and fear. Death in your teeth.

Outside, the world kept moving like nothing had happened. Like your friends weren’t being hunted. Like you hadn’t seen someone die right in front of you.

Deena’s voice cut through your spiraling.

“Hey. You okay in there?”

You froze. Then turned the water off. Then stared at the cracked mirror and tried to look like someone worth her time.

You opened the door. “Yeah. I’m fine.”

Deena gave you a look that said she didn’t buy that for a second.

You gave her one that said, please let me pretend.

She nodded. Said nothing. Walked back toward the van.

It was her and Sam again, talking in hushed voices just outside the sliding doors of the grocery store. The others were gathering supplies, making noise, distracting themselves from the hell that was creeping closer every second.

You just watched. Quiet. Always quiet.

They weren’t together anymore. Not officially. But there was a gravity between them, undeniable. Like two planets still caught in each other’s orbit no matter how many times they crashed.

You swallowed hard. You hated this. You hated how much it hurt when it shouldn’t.

You were just a friend.

Not even a best one.

Definitely not her person.

Just someone who showed up when things went to hell, cracked a few jokes, bled a little, and watched her fall in love with someone else all over again.

You turned away before they saw you staring.

Later, Deena pulled you aside. You were organizing random tools, pretending you knew what you were doing.

“We’re setting the trap soon,” she said. “I need you with me.”

Your heart stuttered. “Why me?”

“Because I trust you.”

You almost flinched.

Not because it was a bad thing. Because it felt worse. Like it meant more to you than it ever would to her.

“I won’t let you down,” you said, voice tight.

Deena tilted her head. “You’re always acting like you already have.”

You opened your mouth, but nothing came out.

She stared at you a second longer, then walked off.

You sat there, surrounded by broken flashlights and duct tape, and let yourself feel it. Just for a second.

The ache of loving someone who only looks at you when she needs to breathe. The sharp, suffocating guilt of wishing it was your hand she held when everything started falling apart.

You bit down on your sleeve and breathed until the burn in your throat passed.

That night, when the trap was set and the tension was thick enough to choke on, you found her sitting on the edge of a shelf, staring down at her bloody shoes.

You sat beside her, barely an inch between your knees.

“I meant what I said,” you told her. “Back at the bathroom. I’m fine.”

She didn’t look at you. “You’re a terrible liar.”

You laughed once, dry and bitter. “Yeah. I am.”

She looked at you then. Really looked. Her eyes were red-rimmed, tired, but still sharper than you could ever handle.

“What is it?” she asked, voice softer now.

You froze. The words clawed at your throat.

You could say it. Right now. Before it was too late.

You could tell her how your heart skipped every time she said your name. How you memorized the way she smiled, even when it wasn’t meant for you. How you hated that you’d rather die next to her than live without ever saying how you felt.

But you knew what would happen.

She’d look at you with pity. She’d tell you she was sorry. That she didn’t mean to lead you on. That it wasn’t your fault.

And that would destroy you more than anything else.

So you looked at your hands instead.

“It’s nothing,” you said.

And for once, she didn’t press you.

Then came the blood. The fire. The screaming.

The trap went sideways. Everything did. You ran through that school like hell itself was nipping at your heels. Because it was.

And the whole time, you couldn’t stop looking back to make sure she was still behind you.

She was.

She always was.

Until she wasn’t.

You found her later, kneeling over Sam’s unconscious body, crying like the world had ended.

Your feet stopped moving. Your lungs forgot how to breathe.

She was shaking. Sam was pale.

You didn’t ask what happened.

You already knew.

You backed away before she saw you.

That night, no one slept. You ended up on the floor of her living room, the lights off, the quiet too loud.

She sat beside you, eyes hollow, face streaked with old tears.

“I thought I lost her,” she said.

You nodded. You wanted to say, I know. You wanted to say, you didn’t. You wanted to scream.

But all that came out was, “You didn’t.”

She turned to you.

“Why didn’t you ever tell me how you felt?”

Your heart stopped.

You looked at her, terrified. “What?”

Deena’s voice cracked. “You think I didn’t know?”

You stared at the ceiling.

“Because it wouldn’t have changed anything,” you whispered. “Because you still love her. And I’d rather have this. Your trust, your friendship, anything. Than ruin it by being selfish.”

She was quiet for a long time.

Then she said, “You’re not selfish.”

You laughed without humor. “Sure feels like it.”

She leaned against your shoulder.

“I don’t know what I feel anymore,” she admitted. “But I know I keep looking for you every time the world falls apart.”

You blinked back the sting in your eyes.

“Then why does it always feel like I’m the last one you see?”

That broke something between you. Something fragile, stretched too thin for too long.

She didn’t answer.

And maybe that was the answer.

Hey!! I’m so sorry I haven’t been active lately.. my summer break ended and things have been really busy with family. 😞

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HIII!! First of all, I love love ur fics sm!! Now, could I request the Thunderbolts with a teen reader who's secretly in a band?? (A metal or rock band specifically) One day she js kinda drops it on them like "Oh yeah I have a gig tonight" or something like that. THANK UUUU 💕💕

You're so awesome I love this request.

Thunderbolts x Gn!Teen!Reader

✦ Thunderbolts Reacting To You Being In a Band Headcanons ✦

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✦ John Walker

"A show? What, like a school play or something?"

Completely oblivious at first, assumes it’s a little hobby thing.

You show him a clip and his jaw drops when he hears you scream into the mic or shred on guitar.

"You’re in a band? You do... this?"

Low-key proud but plays it cool, starts showing your music to people like "Yeah, this kid’s mine. Best band out there."

✦ Bucky Barnes

Pauses mid-bite.

"A what?" Just pure confusion.

When you explain, he blinks at you like he’s buffering.

"You’re in a metal band?"

Starts listening to your music quietly when no one’s around. Actually loves it but would never admit it out loud.

Shows up to your show in the back, hood up, arms crossed, but claps harder than anyone there.

✦ Alexei Shostakov

Absolutely loses his mind.

"A star! We have a star among us!"

He’s your number one fan IMMEDIATELY. Starts asking you to play for him on missions.

"When is your next show? I will make poster. I will bring banner."

Shows up front row with your band’s name badly painted on his chest.

He’s way too loud and absolutely embarrassing, but he’s so proud.

✦ Yelena Belova

Just stares at you for a moment like you’ve been lying to her your whole life.

"You? In a band? Why have you not told me this?"

Pretends to be offended but is actually so hyped.

Teases you relentlessly. "Do you wear leather? You are little rock star now, hm?"

Makes it her mission to drag everyone to your next gig.

She’s the cool one at your shows, sunglasses and all, pretending she’s so chill but filming every second.

✦ Ava Starr

Blinks in quiet surprise. "You...play metal?"

The more you explain, the more she seems to like the idea.

She finds it fascinating, low-key impressed you balance missions, school, and a band.

Shows up to your gigs quietly, usually hanging at the edges, but she’s there every time.

Protective as hell if anyone at the venue disrespects you.

✦ Bob Reynolds

"Oh, That’s... that’s so cool! Wait-you play? Like... you actually perform?"

Awkwardly super excited for you, but a little nervous about the crowds.

Asks if it’s okay for him to come see you.

Shows up way in the back because he’s nervous to stand out but listens to every second.

Ends up really liking your music even if it’s way outside his usual vibe.

Probably builds you a custom amp or pedal without saying much.

✦ Bonus Group Chat

[John]: Kid just told us they’re in a metal band. Anyone else knew about this?

[Bucky]: No.

[Yelena]: Did not know. Am offended.

[Alexei]: I KNEW I RAISED A STAR.

[Ava]: They’re actually good. I’ve heard their set.

[Bob]: Oh my god really? Should we… should we go?

[John]: Yeah. We’re going.

[Alexei]: I BRING PAINT.

[Yelena]: No. You are banned from body paint.

[Alexei]: I am unstoppable.

[Bucky]: Please don’t embarrass them.

[Yelena]: No promises.

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Thought the last bit would be cute since I wasn't sure on how to write a lot of hcs on this, hope yall enjoyed!!!

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Me and my baby angel cakes

I don't think this move is in the rulebook… (Full page here)

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“Before The Blood” ˎˊ˗

Synopsis: You and Deena share one quiet night before everything falls apart. No curse, no blood, just feelings neither of you say out loud. In Shadyside, silence always leaves a mark.

Pairings: Deena Johnson x fem!reader

Warnings: Pre-curse, angst

Header made by: @cafekitsune

The air smelled like cheap weed and wet leaves.

Someone’s party was still going on two blocks over, all booming bass and slurred laughter, but here, behind the bleachers, it was quiet. Cold enough to see your breath. Quiet enough to feel the space between you.

Deena sat next to you on the curb, arms over her knees, hoodie sleeves pulled down past her hands. Her nail polish was chipped. Black, like always.

You passed her the flask. She didn’t ask what was in it.

“Didn’t think you’d actually show,” she muttered.

“Didn’t think you’d ask.”

She shrugged like it meant nothing, but her jaw was tight.

You both stared straight ahead. At the parking lot. At the sky. Anywhere but each other.

“I’m supposed to go to Sam’s tonight,” she said after a while.

You nodded. Tried not to flinch.

“I won’t, though,” she added, voice quieter. “Didn’t feel like pretending.”

That sat in the air for a second too long.

“Pretending what?” you asked.

She didn’t answer. Just took another sip and swallowed hard.

You watched the wind stir through the trees behind the school. Listened to it whistle through the chain link like it was trying to sing something that no one remembered.

“I heard about what happened with your mom,” she said suddenly.

You didn’t move. “Yeah. Everyone did.”

“People suck.”

“That’s not new.”

Another stretch of silence. Then:

“You never talk about it.”

You glanced at her, eyebrows drawing in. “Neither do you.”

She huffed out a laugh, dry and joyless. “Touché.”

She leaned back on her hands, spine curved, eyes locked on the stars like they owed her something. You watched her. The way the light caught her cheekbone. The way she always looked like she was halfway between setting something on fire or running from it.

“I used to think you hated me,” she said.

“I didn’t.”

“I know. But you looked at me like you wanted me to disappear.”

You frowned. “That’s not what that was.”

“What was it, then?”

You hesitated. That was the thing about Deena. She could be sharp and impossible, but when she looked at you like this, quiet, open, you couldn’t lie.

“It scared me,” you said.

She blinked. “What did?”

“The way I felt.”

Deena stared at you like the words didn’t add up. Like maybe she’d spent so long convincing herself you didn’t care that the truth didn’t quite land anymore.

You didn’t look away.

“It wasn’t hate,” you said. “I just didn’t know what to do with it.”

For the first time in what felt like forever, she didn’t have something to throw back. She just sat there, breathing like it hurt.

“I’m tired,” she said.

You nodded. “Yeah.”

“I don’t want to keep being the one who starts everything.”

You bit your cheek. “I’m not asking you to.”

“I just...” Her voice cracked. “If you don’t feel it, then fine. Just say so. But if you do, and you keep running, I don’t think I can take that again.”

You looked at her.

You wanted to reach out. Close the space. Say it.

But you didn’t.

Because Sam was still waiting in a warm house across town. Because your mom was still three pills deep on the couch. Because fear doesn’t always sound like screaming. Sometimes it just sounds like silence.

So you stayed quiet.

And Deena stood. Shoved her hands into her pockets. Nodded once like that explained everything.

“I’ll see you Monday,” she said quietly.

You didn’t watch her walk away. Just stared at the gravel until her footsteps faded.

And when you got home, you realized she still had your flask.

You didn’t ask for it back.

Hiiiii everyone!!

it’s been way too long! I’m so sorry for disappearing for over a month 😭 I’ve been dealing with some personal stuff, but I’ve missed posting SO much and I’m finally getting back on track!! And PLEASE I am literally on my hands and knees begging, send me your requests!! I need ideas and I wanna know what you wanna see!!!

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“When you wake up next to him in the middle of the night, with your head in your hands you’re nothing more than his wife”

“And when you think about me, all of those years ago, you’re standing face to face with I told you so”

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yeahh

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Happy two year anniversary to whatever the fuck this was

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happy easter also known as shauna shipman’s least favorite holiday to all those who celebrate

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IT AIN’T ME BABE || LOTTIE MATTHEWS

NOT MY GIF!!

inspired by it ain’t me babe by joan baez

warnings - cursing, angst

summary - you’re dating lottie matthew’s but you feel her pulling away… maybe due to someone else

-your pov-

Lottie and I rushed in the locker room since we had been late for practice. The two of us quickly got dressed in our soccer uniforms and met the rest of the team outside. I rushed up to Jackie and Shauna who were my best friends of the team.

“What’s got you so late?” Jackie smirked, raising her eyebrows.

“Oh come on, we know, she was too busy making out with her girlfriend.” Shauna added, with a little annoyance in her voice.

“We were actually arguing, Shauna.” I sighed, my heart dropping to the floor once again. This whole day has been, well, making me want to gouge my own eyes out.

Jackie’s smile faded, “About what? Are you okay hon?”

I gave Jackie a small smile noticing how concerned she was, “It was nothing, Jack. I’m fine.” I was lying, everything is not fine.

My eyes wondered over to Lottie and my heart started racing out of my chest. Everything about Lottie was perfect to me, from her personality down to the way she dressed. And now, I’m losing her. Lottie and I agreed to continue our argument after practice. I didn’t want to, I knew it meant we were breaking up.

Practice went by dreadfully slow but when it was over, I met with Lottie on a bench.

“I assume you know where this is going.” Lottie exhaled, grabbing my hand softly.

I nodded, “But I don’t get why? Why are you doing this to me, Lott? You promised it’d be me and you forever.”

“I’m not the one you want, babe.”

“What are you talking about! Of course you are, everything I’ve done has been for you. I fucking love you.” I raised my voice, my eyes brimming with tears to the point where it stung.

“You say you’re looking for someone who will promise to never part.” She looked everywhere but my eyes. “I can’t be that person.”

“You already promised.”

“That was before…” she paused, her lips forming into a thin line.

My eyes widened, a single tear falling from them, “before what?”

“Before I found someone to open each and every door and I thought I felt that way about you but now I realize it’s like you close every single door.” Lottie tried softening the blow with stupid metaphors.

I scoffed and shook my head, “Really? Who is it then?”

“Nat…” she whispered.

I froze and I could already feel the tears falling. Natalie, as in my ex girlfriend Natalie. 

“You’re such a bitch,” I spat and then stormed away.

“Y/n wait!” She called after me but I didn’t listen. Her manipulation made me realize that she was right. She’s not the one I want or need.

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dating pre-crash natalie scatorccio <3

⭑.ᐟ The type of girlfriend to make a tape with all of the songs that remind her of both of you or just you in general and gift it to you on some anniversary.

⭑.ᐟ Will get you a yellowjackets shirt with her name as joke just to be looking starstruck at you when you actually wear it to her games and practices.

⭑.ᐟ Talking of practices, she’ll come up to you while you’re sitting on the stands waiting for her after it’s finished, wrapping you in her arms from behind and peppering your face with kisses while you complain about her being sweaty.

“Nat!”

“I thought you said i look hot when im sweaty :(“

⭑.ᐟ Half of your make out sessions are cut off by her giggling, Nat just really can’t hold herself in when anything gets serious. But it’s mostly just her being silly in love for you.

⭑.ᐟ As soon as she’s comfortable enough around you, be prepared for her to be doing full on dance presentations in front of you while screaming the lyrics of the song playing in the radio

⭑.ᐟ Her favorite nights are when she gets to sleepover at your house, glad to be away from her house. You’ll watch rented movies while eating tons of snacks that she insisted on buying until you get too sleepy and fall asleep bundled up together.

⭑.ᐟ Nat always saves money to buy you something nice on your birthday or on your dating anniversary, she thinks it’s a great way too show you how much she appreciates and loves you in her life.

⭑.ᐟ Smiles so wide when you buy something for her, even if it’s just a new nail polish because she ran out of it.

⭑.ᐟ Absolutely loves to tease you about simple things just to make you blush.

⭑.ᐟ Is sooo giggly when sleepy and loves to be babied too, making grabby hands at you while you’re doing your skincare and begging you to join her in bed soon.

⭑.ᐟ Has a lot of cuteness aggression towards you and will randomly playfully bite your bicep, giggling when you scowl at her for doing so.

“It’s just a love bite :>”

⭑.ᐟ Comes up with a nickname for you that no one else uses but also likes to call you ‘angel’ or ‘baby’ when you two are alone or in intimate moments.

⭑.ᐟ All of her teammates tease her about going soft for you and breaking all of the badass performance just for you. To which she mostly responds with an huff, knowing it’s mostly just the truth.

⭑.ᐟ Tells you that she loves you in between sweet kisses that she presses to your lips, fingers grasping your shirt to make sure you stay close to her until she’s ready to let go.

⭑.ᐟ Seeks you every time she needs comfort, knowing she can trust you with her life. Climbs up to your window if that means she’ll get to spend the night by your side and away from what isn’t actually her home.

⭑.ᐟ Has and will continue getting into fights if anyone bothers you or ever makes fun of you, not really minding the consequences when she gets to have you cleaning up her bloody nose.

⭑.ᐟ Loves it when you do her makeup before a party, making you sit in her lap while you do so and running her hands up your thighs while telling you how pretty you look.

⭑.ᐟ Throws little notes to your desk during class whenever she’s bored out of her mind and not sitting next to you - probably because the teacher realized she wouldn’t shut up and pay attention when she was with you.

“you look amazing, angel <3”

“ughh how are you not bored?? this sucks”

“meet up at the convenience store after school? we can go to the lake and make out till the sun sets :)) so romantic, rightt?”

⭑.ᐟ Nat definitely slips her hand into your back pocket or slips her fingers into your belt loops while walking with you, more out of need to be close than anything else.

⭑.ᐟ Turns into a golden retriever when she’s around you, opposed to the whole black cat persona she’s known as. Absolutely giddy as soon as you walk into the room.

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“More Than Enough” ˎˊ˗

Synopsis: With everyone on edge and tensions running high, Shauna steps in when Mari takes aim at you. She pulls you away for a quiet moment by the river, where something unspoken passes between you both, something that feels a little like relief, and maybe a little like hope, in all the mess.

Pairings: Shauna Shipman x fem!reader

Warnings: None!

heavily ib: clownesclizardlambs on c.ai

Header made by: @cafekitsune

The air was damp. Not cold enough for snow, but enough to seep into your clothes and settle in your spine. You were kneeling near the fire pit, trying to get the soaked logs to catch, even though you knew it was pointless.

Mari was across the clearing, snapping kindling with way more force than necessary. You didn’t have to look to know she was watching you.

“She ever gonna do something useful?” Mari muttered.

You froze. Again.

“Mari,” Nat warned, not even looking up from where she was twisting rope. She sounded tired.

Mari ignored her. “I’m serious. We’re all out here working. She just drifts around like it’s some art school camping trip.”

You stood up slowly, brushing dirt off your knees. You didn’t say anything. That never helped.

“I don’t know why we’re all supposed to pretend she’s pulling her weight when she barely even talks to anyone.”

You opened your mouth, but before you could say a word, Shauna was already moving.

She dropped the knife she was cleaning and crossed the clearing fast. No warning. No big announcement. Just a flash of movement and then Mari was shoved hard into the trunk of a tree.

The camp went dead quiet.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Shauna snapped, right in her face. “You want someone to blame? Say it to me. I’m right here.”

Mari shoved at her. “Get off me!”

Shauna didn’t move. “You think you’re better because you can carry wood and run your mouth? You think that makes you worth more out here?”

“She’s useless, Shauna!”

“She’s still here, isn’t she?” Shauna shouted. “After everything? After however long we’ve been stuck in this fucking place? That makes her more useful than half of you.”

“Shauna!” Natalie barked, standing now. “That’s enough.”

Shauna’s breathing was hard and uneven. She stared at Mari for a second longer, jaw clenched, then finally stepped back.

Mari scoffed, rubbing her shoulder. “You’re losing it.”

Shauna didn’t answer. She just turned around and walked straight toward you.

“I don’t know why we’re all supposed to pretend she’s pulling her weight when she barely even talks to anyone.”

You opened your mouth, but before you could say a word, Shauna was already moving.

“Come on,” she said under her breath. “We’re going.”

You hesitated, looking around. No one met your eyes.

“Where?”

“Anywhere she’s not.”

You followed her down toward the river, away from the clearing. You could still hear Mari ranting behind you, but it all started to blur once you hit the treeline.

Shauna didn’t stop until you reached the water. She kicked a rock hard into the stream, then just stood there, hands on her hips, breathing like she’d just run a mile.

“You didn’t have to do that,” you said quietly.

She turned. “Yeah. I did.”

You frowned. “It’s not like she’s wrong. I’m not exactly—”

“Don’t,” she cut in, voice sharp. “Don’t say it.”

“But I haven’t been pulling my weight.”

“You’ve been surviving,” she said. “Same as the rest of us. And if anyone thinks that’s not enough, they can go eat bark and shut the fuck up.”

You looked at her. She was shaking, just a little, from the adrenaline. Or the anger. Or both.

“You always jump in when it’s about me,” you said, not accusing just... curious.

Shauna ran a hand through her hair. “I know.”

“Why?”

She didn’t answer right away. Just looked down at the river.

“I don’t know,” she finally said. “You get under my skin. And when people talk to you like you don’t matter it makes me feel like I don’t either.”

That hit harder than you expected.

“I’m not trying to make anything harder for anyone.”

“You’re not,” she said quickly. “But... I see you, alright? You don’t talk much. But you keep showing up. You’re quiet, but you’re still here. And sometimes I think if you weren’t... I’d come unglued.”

You didn’t know what to say to that. Neither did she.

So you sat down near the river, knees pulled to your chest. After a second, she sat next to you, arms resting on her legs.

“I don’t know what this is,” she said, voice low. “What I feel. It’s not clean. It’s not... sweet. But it’s real.”

You turned to look at her. “Yeah. It is.”

For a while, you just sat there. You didn’t touch. You didn’t need to.

She stared out at the water like it might tell her something she couldn’t say out loud.

But you already knew. And maybe that was enough.

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everyone sacrificed themselves so nat could make contact. akilah sacrificed her babies and herself so nat could make contact. mari sacrificed herself and died so nat could make contact. misty and van were secretly fixing the phone and working together so nat could get away. they all knew the risks they were taking. in the end, they were all with nat. IM SICKKKK. NATALIE SCATORCCIO YOU ARE SO LOVED (if not by them, by ME)