#if i see you being weird in the tags you're catching a brick

[sansxfuckyou]

Just ask instead

Summary: Her favorite fish died and she's been bummed out about it, you really, really don't like seeing her sad, so you use just a bit of forbidden magic to help her.

Warnings: Dead pets, necromancy, check tags for further warnings.

Summary: FIC EIGHT, HOLY FUCK, I AM SO PROUD OF MYSELF, THANK YOU @carcinocommander FOR THE PAIRING, ahem, it may feel like its devolving into sex at one point, but it does not, once again, I take reblogs as a form of currency over likes.

Her pet fish died.

Her only Troll fish left after integrating into humanity.

And it died.

Went belly up within a month of being on earth.

And she hasn't been taking it so well.

She's barely been talking to you recently, sobbing almost daily over her frozen fish friend in the freezer, beside the ice cube tray. It sits there in a small brick of ice and she starts to cry whenever she opens the freezer to get a frozen pizza pop or ice cubes. She refuses to flush it, which almost makes it worse, the entire house started smelling of dead fish weeks ago.

You Aradia Megido.

Your roommate is Feferi Peixes and she's depressed.

And you simply hate it.

She's your flush crush and you refuse to see her cry!

Let's rephrase that.

She's your best friend and you don't want her to cry.

So you have a plan to make her smile her beautiful smile once again like you love to see her smile. It's weird how such a simple gesture can make your heart flutter, make you burn up, make you lay awake at night thinking about her-

Let's not get off track now.

You plan on reviving her fish, it'll have to thaw out first, and she'll get pissed if she catches you with her fish. She has work today though, she works at the local pet store most of the time, but she volunteer lifeguards every now and then. She's at the pool today, making sure that no one goes under and doesn't come up, and as soon as she left you grabbed a tray and placed her frozen fish on it, placing it a good four feet from the heating vent and in the sun. You didn't want to fry it, but you wanted it to defrost completely no later than noon, no ritual times or anything, you just don't want to get hungry.

Three hours pass and you're slowly chewing on a sandwich, wearing your godtier outfit, it's comfy, your wings are phased out currently though. How you phased them out was a secret even Vriska hadn't found out how to do, yet, she looked constipated whenever she tried to do so. You press a nail to the fish and it's soft, slimy as well, you scarf down the remainder of your sandwich before grabbing the items, first moving the fish away from the heat.

You return with a small, small piece of Feferi, a single scale, you had grabbed a few during one of her molts. You knew this would work, turning her pet fish into an undead, ghost, familiar, she, she would hopefully love it. You pressed open it's flesh just enough to slip in the scale and seal it shut again before working your magic.

It was draining.

It always chipped away a small piece of your own self when you did it.

You could feel your eyes get cloudy for a second when the process was it's strongest point and fade out completely along with the rest of feeling in your body. It was shaky, and you couldn't see, but you kept focusing, hand pressed on the fish, waiting for a pulse to start up again. When it does your eyes snap wide open and the fish is starting to flop around, you stand rapidly as you grasp it. You feel woozy for a second and your sight is still blurry, but you still rush over and drop it in the sink full of water, and you wait.

After another hour, this time you spend it trying to recover from the drain on your body, drinking water and eating food. Your body aches a lot, but it's fine, it's for her, and you love her, anything for her, maybe she'll reciprocate the flushed feelings. You give a dreamy sigh at the thought, what you wouldn't give for a human wedding with Feferi, you love her so much and she has no clue.

You're broken from such amazing thoughts at the sound of a glub, you look over and see the fish has figured out how to manipulate water. It's floating in an orb of water and seems to be freaking, right, it's her familiar, not yours. You make sure it doesn't escape the apartment until Feferi can make it back home, in a while, it's panicking, so you feed it a small sprinkle of fish food.

Two more hours pass and Feferi has returned, she looks depressed as she trudges in. Her hair of tentacles laid limp on her shoulders, damp, it used to be active. Her eyes are dull, but they don't stay dull for long when she's you and her dead fish. She practically flashsteps right on over with you pressed to the wall above the counter, she's so much taller than you. Your face starts to burn as she glares at you, ha, why is this kind of hot?

"What did you do to Commander Glubs?" Feferi questions, she sounds livid and you shudder as she slowly lowers you down until your crouching, feet placed awkwardly on either edge of the sink, now she towers above you.

"I, I brought him back to life for you, cause you were really hurting without him," you explain, her gaze softens and her hair falls down again as she turns to said floating orb of water, it does have Commander Glubs and he is looking pleased, she puts in the tip of her finger and he nudges against it, her gills flutter in happiness as she smiles.

Feferi releases you completely and you fall into the sink entirely before crawling down from it like some bug, she doesn't notice. She's so, so happy, and it makes your heart flutter. Her grin is like a sharks and her auricle fins are twitching, gills on her neck fluttering rapidly and ridges on her back flaring open, her swimsuit is open backed for that reason. You end up blushing, flushing even, as you look at her grin, and listen to her laugh, then she turns to you and you freeze.

There goes her not knowing about your major flush crush.

"Oh thank you, thank you, thank you! I reely missed him a lot, sorry for pressing you against the shoal, I was just worried," Feferi said as she pulled you into a lung crushing hug, the air being squeezed from your lungs was comforting and you loved her so much, you couldn't muster the ability to hug back though.

"Your welcome, now, can I have something in return?" You ask, she smirks a bit.

Feferi pulls you in close once again, except this time your lips are pressing against each other and IT IS FUCKING AWESOME. You are freaking out, your pusher starts to push a lot faster and your pan is spinning as you try and reciprocate. Eventually, you just start to melt in her grasp, wrapping you arms around her neck, tendrils of hair finding themselves between fingers.

And then she pulls away, smiling, she places another kiss to your cheek for good measure.

When you said something in return you were thinking along the lines of takeout, but okay, that just happened.

"Of course you can," Feferi said, hands behind her back, you are dazed.

"Holy shit girl, I meant dinner, not a kiss, I mean that was amazing, but bro," you said, running a hand through your hair as you try and comprehend.

"You didn't have to revive my dead fish for a kiss, you just had to own up to your flush crush and you would be showered in kisses until you died," Feferi said, it was oddly sweet and alarming at the same time and your pusher skipped a beat, fuck, she was perfect.

"Right, yeah, I totally could've done that instead, could we, maybe, do that again?" You ask, rubbing the back of your neck, looking away just a bit, Feferi clinks horns with you and it vibrates you to your core.

"Of course," Feferi said before bringing you close once again.

[house-of-cards-and-crime]

Heeeyy welcome! (old pinned post)

Welcome to my blog! It's a blog!

I'm gonna be posting fandom stuff, mostly, along with probably some vague ramblings about things that aren't directly fandom related! I also don't know how much/quickly stuff is gonna be posted, especially at first, I need to figure out my followed tags and accounts, find stuff to post about, etc

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[scamarcio]

INDIANA JONES AND THE LAST CRUSADE.

River Phoenix as Indiana Jones

[thekillingjoke-haha]

Prime Time,Bitch!

Tagged: @spnquotebingo the keep reading function is messing up for me

Sam said he was locked up tight in the dungeon. He was never locked in with her. She was locked in with him. The hunter becomes the hunted with no where to run.

Warning: Mature Language,Blood,Gore,Character Death?

-"Thoughts"- (they are red for those who can see)"Quotes" 'Reading'

"I'll be right back. This demon side is fighting to stay in control. I just need a few more pints of blood." Sam said as he slung a bag on his shoulder. "Yeah I got it get some food to!" Y/n said with a smile as she walked him to the impala. The roar of the engine rumbled as she waved him off going back inside what she didn't know was Dean knew that Sam just left and a chilling smile grew on his face.

Y/n popped popcorn as she sat in her room a horror movies playing as she got comfortable. A scream came from the movie drowning out the sound of the dungeon door opening up. The youngest Winchester laughed as a girl tripped over nothing her and Dean always make fun of them they had no real reason to hit the ground so they should get right up. This made her slightly sad. Was Sam going to fix Dean or was it already to late for him? Shaking off the thought the killer was about to crush the women's skull when the power cut out,but the red emergency lights didn't cut on yet which was weird. "God damnit." She grumbled getting up and grabbed a flashlight and went to the breaker to fix it walking right past the open door. Flipping the switch the normal lights don't turn on only the red ones and she turned around to get her phone to call Sam when she dropped her flashlight. Y/n gazed at the empty chair in the center of a devils trap she took off running to her room,but paused he knew she would run there for her phone and Dean or the demon he's become won't let her get help. She changed course to Sam's panic room to hide.

"Oh N/n where are you? I miss my little sister don't you miss me?" A metal sound of something dragging on the floor made her tense. Thinking of all possible things it could be of how she's going to die.–'It could be a bat,but we don't have any metal ones in the bunker. Maybe a sledgehammer,but that would have ment he when into the garage and the power going out would have locked everything.''– Her eyes widen as she released what it was he must have been carrying around she was sharpening it with the rest of the blades earlier that day."Have you figured it out yet? I know how you think when a horror movie is playing you see ever scenario before the movie can catch up. No wonder Sammy says you cheat at Clue!" Dean laughed as he seemed to wander to each room. The sound of wood splitting as he yelled "Here's Johnny!!!" It seemed so much worse that Dean was the evil this time a normal demon would know her so personally this seemed almost cruel him quoting films they watched together. "What to clichés? I admit the axe is old school."

The panic room the size of a cubbie it was so small,but just big enough I could calm down and think properly. Looking up another version of myself sat in front of me...my conscience. I could speak,but she could she's in my head after all. –"You can't run. There's nowhere to go doors locked down the moment the lights went."– I saw a illusion of myself running through the halls just to hit a corner and get a axe to the chest before it faded away. –"Can't go for your phone or your laptop he probably broke it the moment he noticed you weren't in your room."– I saw myself creep into my room just to see a shattered phone and my laptop with a cracked screen buffering to open instant messenger to text Sam. The laptop was slammed shut on my fingers causing some to break and get sliced by the glass looking up the sick grin of the Demon caught my eye before the axe ended that path. –"The burner. The one in your dresser Dean doesn't know about it so neither would the demon.Get it and get back here as quickly as possible. "– It was settled call for help. Listening for any foot steps I creep out of the hiding space a faint whistle going off down one of the many halls way from my room. Sneaking down the hallway staying low I get to my room where the door is torn to shreds as I open my drawer and fish out the phone. Going back down the hallway I get back to Sam's room and immediately call him.

"This call has been forwarded to a automatic voice message at the tone ples–" Hanging up I call again and again with no answer. At this point help was no longer a option. The whistling seemed to get closer and I rushed to the panic room until I paused. –"A enclosed space in a closet. There's not much space to move around if he finds you there your done for."– I back away slightly. –"Behind the door offers a easy place to hide and get out,but if he does the same to Sammy's door he did to yours it's not much of a hiding spot then."– A axe goes through the door creating a massive hole and Dean peaks inside and sees the white of you tank top in your (f/n) flannel. The door was whole again as I looked around the sound of metal getting louder running out of time. –"Under the bed allows you to see him without him seeing you,but like the panic cubbie not a lot of wiggle room if he hears you your done."– It was too late running to the metal door of the panic room she slams it shut not to loud to sound like she's trying to hide it,but just loud enough for the demon to register it. Sealing it shut I slip under the bed and wait for the time to get out and hopefully find a weapon.

Boots walked into the room turning to the closed closet. "Oh N/n!~ There's only so many places to hide in such a small room. Did you really think I wouldn't hear that heavy ass door close?" He chuckled darkly as he opened the closet and went to the small door. Dean tried turning the wheel to unsealed it,but it seemed to dawn on him that it could only be opened from the inside. With a huff anger he began pulling the brick of the wall started to bend outwards and crack. I was glad I wasn't in there. Going to slip out from under the bed while he's distracted the burner phone rang its annoying ringtone. Not even bothering to stop it I rush to get out faster,but a firm grip caught my ankle and dragged me out. Turning onto my back Dean stood their his apple green eyes staring at me. "Found you." He lifted up the axe having let go of my ankle lifting up my feet I put as much strength as possible into kicking his stomach. The demon was knocked back into the closest hitting the ground. Unfortunately axe still in hand. Stanfing up I ran leaving the phone behind. -"Sam took Baby so the trunk armory is out of the question. The garage has so pretty handy tools too bad that it was sealed along with the front and only entrance. Kitchen has knifes none that can hurt him,but just enough to slow him down. Library demon blade was in there last you checked,but Sam could have grabbed and put it on a high shelf."– Too many options and the kitchen was closer so that was the first stop grabbing a knife I held it tightly as a stalked slowly to the Library to see if there were any supernatural weapons.

The library was dark and the red lighting barely lit up the large room. "Would you like to play a game?" Dean mocked in a deep voice as he went around the bunker his voice echoing no real pinpointing where he is. I can't call Sam and prying to Cas hasn't worked meaning Dean made angel banishing symbols in most of the rooms. Y/n was getting desprit the bunkers massive size most of it was unexplored by them so being lost in a underground maze b wasn't the best option. "Are you scared yet Y/n? Well be afraid. Be very afraid. I'm what goes bump in the night sweetheart! Never thought the Winchester’s downfall will be by the hands of the oldest. What a twist!!! Right?" Dean yelled turning to the table I saw the supplies I cleaned with,but the weapons were gone and a note was left on in their place. 'Hey Y/n I put the weapons back into the trunk for tomorrow's hunt so you wouldn't have to...you're welcome and your blade was just sitting on the table so I put it up. ~Love Sam' I wanted to cry oh chuck nothing can save me in this buncker Bobby was sending us gallons of holy water next week because we were low...all rooms were demon proof,but he seemed to be a exception now,so no calling Crowley either.

Turning around the library doors open and I duck behind one of the many shelves. "Welcome to my nightmare!~" He said with a chuckle that bounced from every wall. Dean knocked down books and destroyed anything in his way while he looked around. Crawling on the ground I go to leave when the sound of something whooshing in the arm made me drop like a bag of rocks. The axe meet the shelf and I gazed at the red illuminated face of my brother eyes now black and demented. Laughter bubbled out of his chest as he mumbled. "Carful dear wouldn't want to lose you head." Yanking the axe free many books tumbled down. Taking the kitchen knife in hand I slash his calf and go for his thigh when the knife is flung out of my hands. "You little bitch!!!" He hissed now holding the knife and showing it into my stomach. A silent cry came from my lips bot to give him the satisfaction of my screams just yet. I look up at him and just past his head where I couldn't normally reach was the handle of my blade peeking over the shelf.

I begin to giggle and it turns into fits of laughter. Black eyes flicker back to confused green ones. "What's so funny?" I catch my breath as I lean up slightly. "You picked the wrong place to corner me. Wanna play?" Grabbing his knee and pulling it buckled under him causing Dean to hit the shelf letting the blade fall freely. Reaching out I catch it "Let’s play." Stabbing upward into his stomach the same place the knife was lodged in my own stomach. He howled in pain as I removed the blade and ran keeping pressure on the knife wound as I turned corners just to get away. -'He played with your head play with his. The intercomes...a good distraction can lead him away and let you get the jump.'- I hurry to the intercoms not before making a pit stop.

Demon!Dean POV

I growl at the wound on my body the little shit stabbed me. This makes killing her so much easier then she can be just like me. Grabbing the axe I stomp through the bunker. "What a excellent day for an exorcism." Her voice sounded through the speakers now I know were she is. "Would you like that?" I said aloud with a grin. "Intensely." Y/n said trying to make her voice horse before the clipping sound of the intercom stopping rang out before being replaced with a creepy melody that always scared her. "There was a crooked man. He walked a crooked mile he had a crooked six pence upon a crooked stile." It went on with childish like tones until it got further in the song it was so god damn loud though. "The crooked man stepped forth and... rang the crooked bell and thus his crooked soul... spiraled into a crooked hell.Murdered his crooked family... and laughed a crooked laugh." My ear drums almost burst at the loud deep voiced scream ears still ringing I didn't register the blade being driving into my sholder flinging her back I turn around as she's running down the narrow hallway taking the axe with both hands throw it straight and the axe hit her almost dead center in the spine. The audio cut off after the song and I stood over her. Y/n had her face turned coughing up blood I definitely hit her lung. "Thanks for catching it for me." I smile as I heavily put my foot on the small of her back pulling the axe out. She screamed out it was mildly gurgle from the blood. Turning her over my little sisters eyes shined with unshed tears. "Oh,no tears,please. It's a waste of good suffering." I said with a small whipping the few that slipped by she whimpered Sam's name and I grew frustrated. Lifting the axe again. "Looks like you couldn't make the cut,N/n. Just another extra that stuck around for too long." Dropping the axe down it went into her chest the creaking of her collar bone and sternum were whispers compared to the blood curdling cry. They soon died out as her skin paled and her breathing stopped she'llmake a strong demon. "See you soon." Taking the axe out I begin to drag her body.

The lights in the bunker cut back on meaning Sammy was home. Having placed her perfectly in the chair I was tied to I wait until he finds her standing next to the door. "Y/n?! Y/n!?" He yelled most likely having gone to her room rushing the the dungeon his heavy foot steps abruptly stopped. "Oh God! Y/n come on!" The moose of a man rushed in the room cradling her face in his hand. "You were too late, Sammy. She called your name before she went,but I guess five missed calls wasn't enough for you to rush home. N/n fought for so long waiting it out just for you to never show." I said closing the door as he turned to me standing infront of her corpse. "You didn't make things easy on her. I mean you took all the weapons and put the only thing to defend herself on the top shelf...like keeping the cookie jar way from a child. In some way you killed her before I could." Lifting the demon blade that had his own blood on it. I stalked towards him cornering him in the room. "Sure you won't give me a good chase,but woah she wore me out." Holding the blade to his throat when a gun shot fired and a sting hit my arm causing me to drop the knife.

Y/n stood colt in her left hand the axe keeping her up in her left. "Demons always so sure that what's dead is dead and can't be undead. Ever heard of a pulse jackass. " so distracted that she was alive Sam was able to restrain and she held a handful of bags of blood. "Let's get this over with." She bagan to inject me and I felt myself become mire human and I started thrashing hard. With the last vile in hand she looked into my eyes. "You should be dead." I hissed as she pushed the needle in. "Sorry. I'm into survival."

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A/n This is the last one in round one of the Spnquotebingo and I ended with a dozen quotes.

Title: "Prime Time,Bitch!" Nightmare on Elm Street 3: Dream Warriors

"Here's Johnny!" -The shinning

"Would you like to play a game?" - Saw

"...be afraid. Be very afraid"- The fly

"Welcome to my nightmare."- Nightmare on Elm Street

"..lose your head." Alice in Wonderland

"Wanna play?"- Child's Play

"What a excellent day for an exorcism...Would you like that?....Intensely." - The Exorcist

"There was a crooked man. He walked a crooked mile he had a crooked six pence upon a crooked stile." It went on with childish like tones until it got further in the song it was so god damn loud though. "The crooked man stepped forth and... rang the crooked bell and thus his crooked soul... spiraled into a crooked hell.Murdered his crooked family... and laughed a crooked laugh." - The Conjuring 2

"Oh,no tears,please. It's a waste of good suffering." - Hellraiser

"See you soon." - Coraline

"She called your name before she went,but I guess..." -Hadestown

"...what's dead is dead and can not me undead." -Jacksepticeye (DBD playthrough)

"I'm into survival." ‐Nightmare on Elm Street