#sorry about how crusty the gifs came out

[slashersimp123]

How slashers would react to their s/o getting bullied.

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Warnings: gore, blood, harmful words/actions,kinda corny, cursing ,comfort, fluff. NO SMUT OR NSFW

Slashers!- Jason Voorhees, Brahms heelshire, Micheal Myers,and Billy Lenz.

Enjoy my children💕

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Micheal myers

He would normally be out killing. Depends if it’s night or day, but mostly he’s killing at night.

If the bulling is online, I feel like Micheal would just stare. After about 1 minute he would stab the computer, laptop, phone, iPad, or whatever the fuck y’all have. BUT I FEEL LIKE SINCE HES AN OLD ASS MAN HE WOULDNT KNOW ABOUT IT.. that’s why he would stab it-😭

Since it’s online Micheal wouldn’t exactly know which country it is. But if it’s in his town.. WHEN I CATCH YOU RICKIE.. WHEN I CATCH YOU..- (if you don’t get the reference he’s gonna find them and kill them💀)

Micheal usually doesn’t give a shit for anyone and you just stab and ask questions later. (He has not questions.) But since you’re one of Micheal’s special people he would for sure try his best to care for you. He wasn’t really cared for himself so he would try his best to comfort his S/O.

If it’s in real life (like face to face.) he would definitely kill them. Literally doesn’t have to be day or night. Micheal would be so angry to the point he doesn’t care how many people there are, he would kill them. Then he would carry you back to his house and probably try to comfort you.

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Jason voorhees

Jason would be feel so bad for you. He would definitely be a good comforter. He might not know much by the would try his hardest.. UNLIKE MICHEAL..💀 (anyways..)

If it was online.. Then you wouldn’t even be bullied. The internet is to shitty for your phone to even work. And even if it did work. Jason couldnt really go and attack them, he strictly wouldn’t leave his forest because he needs to protect it.. but he would probably to the same thing as Micheal.. (would stab it with his machete-)

If it was in real life though.. HE WOUKD BE LIVID. He used to be bullied when he was younger so he would kill all of them. No matter how many people.

He would blow their fuckin brains out with his machete. Definitely the most quickest deaths in the whole world-

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Billy Lenz

Honestly, if it was online that would be the easiest for billy to help you with. I feel like Billy would feel sad for you, But he would definitely harass the fuck out of the other person. He would call them 24/7 to make them apologize. ALSO SEND THEN DEATH THREATS.. saying “hu-how dare you h-hurt pretty piggy… TA-TAKE IT B-B-baCK! Take it back..! Billy, will F-Find you!!”

Once billy noticed you were hurt he would hang up the calls. He would call them a different time. HE WOULD BE THE BEST COMFORTER IN MY OPINION. He would be super clingy and would definitely smother you with kisses and sweet words.

Billy would call you different names instead of piggy if it was body shaming. Like “pretty kitty” “pussy cunt” “kitty cunt” OR ANY OF THOSE WEIRD THINGS HE SAYS.

But if it was in real like he wouldn’t do anything. He would be to scared to come out of the attic because of the other sonority girls. BUT IF IT WAS NIGHT AND ONLY YOU AND THE OTHER PERSON… he would stab them with his little glass unicorn. OVER ALL, Billy loves his pretty piggy cunt💕

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Brahms heelshire

Unlike the others. He would be unsure what to do. Honestly I feel like he would just do something his lil doll Brahms to haunt them or sm (I’m sorry yall I’ve never seen the boy 1.. only the boy 2.. this is all from what I’ve red and researched about Brahms) well only if they were in the house.

But if they were in the house he would jump out from his crusty walls and grab the person. He would probably just slam their head into the wall or a book case.

But if they weren’t in the house.. then he wouldn’t really do anything. IF YOU CAME IN THE HOUSE CRYING AND SOBBING. He would definitely be angry as shit. But comfort you to the fullest of his abilities. Such as kisses, bed time story’s, cuddles, and snacks. OR ANYTHING ELSE YOU WANNA DO.. even up for something more to make you a bit more happy😏

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IM SORRY THIS WAD SO SHORT YALL.. my ass hurts because I fell on it hard at the playground with my aunts. So YAYAYAYAYY..😍

But anyways about my sore ass..

I HOPE YALL ENJOYED THIS! I’m exhausted from this. Maybe once I get some rest and finally feel motivated I will do something with smut.😏 BUT I HOPE YALL ENJOYED ONCE AGAIN..!

(SORRY FOR SOME MISS SPELLING..)

Bye bye!💕

[mandoalorian]

tolerate it [javi peña x gn!reader]

“I made you my temple, my mural, my sky…” 

Warnings: this is not nice, I'm sorry. This is pure, unadulterated angst. Based on the song tolerate it and You’re Losing Me by Miss Swift herself.  Word count: 2000approx. Author’s note: one thing about me is I come back every 6 months, drop a one-shot, and then leave again. Was feeling a bit of seasonal depression today. I don’t enjoy fall as much as the rest of the world, it seems, but here is an autumnal fic to get your spirits going. Masterlist Ko-fi

Fall.

Two take-out cups of piping hot Colombian ground coffee warming up your bare hands, because you thought it was too early for gloves, and the trees standing naked and tall with crusty red leaves blanketing the damp ground beneath your chunky boots. Holding the newspaper in the crook of your elbow, you sigh as you feel rain begin to fall from the grey clouds above. You pick up the pace, striding through the swarms of busy people doing their seasonal shopping, just wanting to get back home dry.

Your wishes weren’t commanded and you stumbled through the front door of your townhouse sopping wet, hair stuck to your face and mascara now three inches down your cheeks. You put the coffee cups on the dining room table along with the newspaper and took off your coat. At some point, Javier came in and sat down at the table. His fingers pinched at the corners of the paper. The pages were ripped and wet and the ink was bleeding into an incoherent smudge on the front page. Javier opened the lid of his coffee and took a sip before immediately scrunching up his face and putting it back on the table. You turned to face your partner, only to be met with his lips curled into a frown and his brows furrowed together in disdain. You looked at him, helpless and apologetic.

“What’s wrong now?” You huffed, searching for answers in his empty brown eyes. You were tired of asking the question.

“It’s cold,” He muttered, his eyes not leaving yours as he awaited an explanation like he was owed it. His words are blunt and sharp but you have no choice other than to take his indiscretions on your shoulder.

But instead, you offered him nothing short of a scoff as you emptied the pools of water from your boots.  The storm outside was loud and persisted with long wails and cries. In silence, you sat next to Javier at the table, and in spite, drank your cold coffee.

After a few moments, you smiled to yourself, wanting to lighten the mood and remembering something that you had seen on television a few days ago. “You know, in California, iced coffee is a thing? Yeah, that’s how they prefer to drink it over there.”

Javier grunted in acknowledgement, leaning back on his chair and folding his arms over his chest.

Your eyes flicked between the oak wood dining table, and the way you had set it so beautifully with your fancy China and centrepiece. The empty vase waiting for a fresh bunch of flowers stood tall and was gleaming after you’d spent a good chunk of your day cleaning and polishing it. A single, pumpkin-scented candle flickered in between you and Javier, your gaze fixated on the dancing ember. Finally, you looked back at Javier, who was taking shallow breaths as he awaited you to pay him attention.

When you fail to do so, it causes a problem. “I have to get to the office,” he announced after a few minutes of silence. 

“But it’s a Saturday,” you replied. Ever since Javier got his big promotion, it meant he could do fewer hours and stop working weekends. He hadn’t gone to the office on a Saturday in nearly two years. Javier stood up and put on his leather jacket, the same one he’d kept from the 70s. He still rocked it, of course, but in this climate, it just wasn’t smart. “You’re going to need something warmer than that jacket, you’ll freeze to death.”

You stood up, your chair scraping against the floor, and went to walk to the bedroom, finding a coat for Javier to wear. You picked one out that you knew he hated. It was long and plaid and not his style at all, too ‘modern’, he called it, but it was the only thing that would stop him from catching a cold. You grabbed a pair of gloves and a scarf and walked back out, following him into the hallway. He waited for you and stood leaning against the door frame, looking at the outside world ahead of him.

Sure enough, the storm had cleared up in a matter of minutes and golden rays of sunlight peeked through the now white clouds. Your heart fell, deflated when Javier refused to wear the coat and the scarf you’d picked out for him. 

“The gloves, at least,” you begged him, your eyes wide and glazed with unshed tears that you didn’t realise you were holding back. The air was thick with flaws and indecisions. Javier felt a pang of guilt in his heart when he read your expression and took the gloves from you, shoving them in his jacket pocket, a silent promise that he might just put them on later if he remembered.

“Will you be home for dinner?” You asked quietly.

“Yeah.”

“Okay,” you nodded. Javier placed a chaste kiss atop your head. “I love you.” You promised him, but the words were lost on him.

“See you later,” he replied, before pulling away and walking over to his truck. 

You’d normally watch him get in and drive away but this time, you shut the door before he even stepped off the patio and sauntered into the living room where you slouched onto the couch, hung your head low and closed your eyes. Darkness. You wondered how long you could keep fighting this. You were so tired of giving your all, only to be met with so little appreciation back. What was once the richest of love had turned cold and empty. You gave him endless empathy and he was killing you. 

Javier pulled up outside of Luna Azul, his favourite bar. He hated this. He didn’t like lying to you, but he just needed to get away. He pulled out a cigarette and rested it between his lips, pushing the front door open and immediately taking a seat at the bar. Lighting the cigarette, he took a deep inhale of the nicotine, letting it sting his throat before exhaling. He loved you, he really did. He didn’t remember a point in time when things shifted, he didn’t understand why things had changed so much. You were still his person, his soulmate, he knew he’d never find anyone else like you, but there was just something missing.

“Hey Javi, why the sad face?” Elza, the barmaid asked, already pouring him a whiskey on the rocks, his usual order. “Did someone die?”

Javier feigned a smile before downing his drink. “Rough day.”

“Ah,” Elza said softly. “Trouble in paradise?”

The words made Javier wince. He gestured for another drink, of which Elza promptly poured him. “I guess.”

“I’m sorry to hear that Javi,” Elza frowned. “You deserve better.”

Javi’s frown deepened. He swirled the whiskey as he processed Elza’s words. He really didn’t believe that he deserved better, Hell,  he barely believed that he deserved you, and you were more than good enough. You were perfect. 

And suddenly, for Javier, it all made sense. He was damaged goods. All those years in the DEA, fighting in a war… that’s what had changed Javier. The years of trauma that he’d never confronted… never got help for. He had hidden his feelings, fought his nightmares and pretended like they didn’t bother him. He’d come this far, he wasn’t scared… he couldn’t be scared, he wasn’t allowed to be scared. He had to be strong, brave, get over it. Javier downed his second whiskey, his skin getting white hot as realization gushed over him. Elza filled his glass up with a third, watching the agent intently.

You weren’t the one who changed, he was, and it took him this long to realise. It was all becoming so clear now, how hard you had been trying and how he hadn’t even said ‘I love you’ in six months. Javier’s stomach was in knots, he didn’t know how or why you’d stayed this long when he had given you nothing in return for your efforts. Impulsively, Javier downed the third whiskey. 

Something had to change. He had to change—get better. He knew now that was the only thing that would fix the relationship he’d been taking for granted. He had to go home and apologise. He had to make things right before it was too late. Javier stubbed out the butt of the cigarette and stood up abruptly, only to be met with ruby-red lips crashing down on his hard. Teeth biting down on Javier’s lower lip, Javier let out a small groan. He hadn’t been kissed in so long. But these weren’t your soft, sweet lips. Javier pulled away, eyes widening when he saw Elza standing in front of him with a smirk.

Javier rubbed at his lips in an attempt to wipe away any traces of infidelity. This is not what he wanted or needed right now. He had to get home and fast. Without sparing a single word to Elza, Javier dived out the door and jumped into his pickup truck.

Grey clouds gathered outside as Javier jogged up the driveway, an indication of another storm. You were cooking when Javier arrived home. You were so surprised to hear the front door open as he’d only been gone for half an hour or so. You’d been thinking hard and decided that if tonight wasn’t any different than previous nights then that would be it. You'd be out the door.  The thought of it was soul-crushing because you wanted to marry this man. But you couldn’t take it anymore. Fighting with all your strength and might only to be ignored.

“Hermosa,” Javier greeted, exasperated and breathless. If your eyes weren’t immediately drawn to the remnants of red lipstick on his lips, you might have noticed his tear-stained cheeks and puffy eyes. He’d been crying all the way home, crying for being so stupid and reckless for all these months, for not taking care of himself, but most importantly, not taking care of you.

Your heart plummeted in your chest and you dropped the wooden spoon that was in your hands. It clattered on the floor, the noise making Javier jump, but you stood there, still and unwavering. Silent tears began to stream down your cheeks and you couldn’t strain your gaze away from your boyfriend who was smelling thick of alcohol and had another woman’s lipstick on his face. That was it.

He had dealt his final blow.

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its been years since I've redone my masterlist so im starting again from scratch. if you see this and want to be added, let me know.

[frankoceanluvrr]

𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇 - 𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐑

pairing : friends to lovers , fem!reader , college!peter, college!au

warnings : nothing serious. english isn’t my first language, urdu is! so please tell me about grammatical errors like spelling and punctuation as those i struggle with

summary : [Name] and Peter have been friends since college started. He soon finds out his friend has a ‘crush’ on the masked vigilante Spiderman, and cant help but feel a little jealous.

italics = flashbacks !

“What you drawing?” Peter smiled, looking at your notebook.

You quickly shut the book closed, looking at him laughing, “you’ll say it’s dorky.”

“Oh, come on? Me saying somethings dorky? Isn’t that like, hypocritical?” He said, tilting his head.

“I guess nerd, forgot you take physics” You said, “and anyway, we’re supposed to be studying. Not focusing on little doodles”

“Please [Name], I promise I don’t think you’re secretly the biggest dork ever” He sarcastically stated, “and I definitely do not think you’re a bigger nerd than me.”

“How dare you cross that line!” you say, holding your hand on your heart, tilting your head back.

While you were doing your dramatics, he quickly got your notebook before you could even react.

“Hey! That’s private property.” you gasped, watching him gloat since he got the book.

He opened it and flicked through the pages to see simple notes covered in Spiderman doodles.

“Oh, wow dude you really are a dork” he laughed looking at every drawing, feeling himself blush a little bit.

“Aren’t you literally in a robotics club? Or what about the time you made me watch all of those Star Wars movies? How about the time—”

“Okay that’s enough” Peter interrupted, looking around the library.

“Exactly, I cant out nerd the nerd” you shrugged, “I bet spiderman isn’t a nerd.”

“He most definitely is. Probably old and wrinkly” Peter said quickly, “yeah, he definitely has crusty bleached hair and 47 years of age.”

“You really think so? I’d love him no matter what then. I’ve actually met him before.” You said, completely unaware of who you’re exactly talking to.

**

“Are you alright?” The superhero said, looking at you while you attempt to carry new furniture into your new student accommodation.

“Yep, I’m good. Great, actually. I really like this lamp” you tried acting cool in front of the superhero, but he could tell you were secretly fangirling anyway.

“I can take some of those in you know, it’ll be easier with two people.” He offered, watching you stare at all the boxes, “which floor will you be on?”

The mask gave Peter confidence, it made him feel like he wasn’t scared of anything. It was like he was a complete different person with the mask on.

“Sure, I’m on the bottom floor so it’s not a massive job. Anyway don’t you have like, superhero duties to attend to or whatever? Sorry, that definitely came out rude. I’m very thankful you’ve offered to help me and-” you rambled, wanting the ground to swallow you up whole.

“No, no, it’s fine honestly. I’m happy to help you”

You obviously couldn’t see, but he was smiling so hard under the mask.

Peter had been crushing on you since you first met, and it’s safe to say you felt the same. But neither of you confessed your feelings, in fear of what might be ruined.

After moving all your furniture inside, you had thanked him about a million times.

“Your smile is beautiful, by the way.” He said, looking at you.

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“And that’s how spiderman helped me with all my furniture. He’s such a gentleman” You smiled, pretending to be all smitten, “He even said my smile was beautiful.”

“He wasn’t wrong.” He said, barely audible.

Without the mask, Peter was very shy and awkward. The mask “completed” him, and he was always said he was nothing without it.

“Who even uses the word beautiful anymore? The chivalry! But he probably says that to every girl, right?” You giggled.

“No” he said quite quickly, only to receive a confused look from you, “I mean like, obviously he won’t say that to every girl because none of them have a pretty smile like you.”

Your eyes widened slightly as you could feel the heat in your cheeks rise. All you could muster out was a simple “shut up” as you looked away.

“Aw, did I make you nervous?” Peter teased, still flipping through the doodles.

“I want to kill you” you said, still attempting to hide your blush.

“Moving on,” Peter whistled, “I stand by the fact he’s probably old and musty.”

“No, no, he sounded young. Also, I saw his abs through his suit. Definitely not that old.” You smirked before bursting out laughing.

Peter clenched his jaw for a second, then realised his crush was literally checking him out.

“Gross.” Peter said, not even trying to wipe the smile off of his face.

a/n : part 2 :

[bobfloydsbabe]

helena, my dear. i’ve been having a hard time with my sleep schedule recently so i thought that maybe you’d be up for writing about it for one of your gals, since you know how hard this is. something with their partner being there for them in any way they can, maybe trying to help them fall asleep?

lyra

Lyra, my darling, I'm so sorry you're dealing with insomnia. It's brutal, so I'm more than happy to help you with a little blurb for Jas and Jake. I hope you like it.

SUMMARY: Jake wakes up in an empty bed and wonders where his girlfriend is. Part of the Turning Tables anthology series.

WARNINGS: None! Unless you count softboy!Jake as a warning and like one passing mention of sex.

WORD COUNT: 0.6k

Jake woke in an empty bed, the spot next to him where Jas usually slept cold.

He squinted in the darkness, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the low light. Jas’ covers were thrown to the side, and the hook where her dressing gown usually hung was vacant.

He rolled over, but there was no light coming through the gap between the door and floor, so she wasn’t in the bathroom. 

Brows furrowed, he rose from the bed, slipping on the boxers he’d discarded on the floor earlier, and left the bedroom in search of his girlfriend.

The floor creaked under his footsteps as he walked down the corridor and rounded the corner into the kitchen and living room.

He found Jas in the armchair by the large windows facing her backyard. Next to her, on the little side table, stood a steaming mug that made the whole room smell like lemon and ginger.

The floorboards creaked again, and Jas turned her head, catching his eye over her shoulder.

She offered him a faint smile. “Hey,” she whispered.

“What are you doing up?” His voice was still heavy with sleep, and he rubbed his eyes, trying to get some crusty bits out.

“I couldn’t sleep,” she said and gestured to the mug. “I thought some tea might help.”

Jake came around the chair and kneeled down in front of Jas, placing his hands on her thighs. He could already see the dark circles forming around her eyes. “And did it help?”

She shook her head. “I’m still awake, aren’t I?”

He let out a breathy chuckle and placed a gentle kiss on her knee. “Yeah,” he agreed, and rose from his crouched position. “Come back to bed?”

Jas eyed his stretched-out hand with a skeptical look, but took it, and let him pull her up. He pecked her lips, savoring the taste of her for a moment, and laced their fingers together. The tea forgotten, he led her back to the bedroom.

Jake watched her shrug off her robe, revealing her naked skin underneath. Smooth and milky white, no hint that she lived in the near constant sunshine and heat that California provided.

“Quit staring at my ass, Seresin,” she said, putting the robe on the hook and crawled into bed.

He chuckled but said nothing, and laid down next to her, his hands finding her waist and he pulled her close. Jas leaned into him, her cheek resting on his chest, right where his heart danced for her.

He traced featherlight patterns on her bare back. “What’s got you awake?”

Jas sighed, her breath hitting his chest. “I don’t know,” she said, hesitating. “I just can’t seem to get comfortable.”

Jake pressed his lips into her hair, maybe hoping to lull her into sleep or soothe the anxious energy that radiated off her.

“I know a way to help you sleep.”

He couldn’t tell in the darkness, but he was sure she rolled her eyes at him, knowing exactly what he was suggesting.

“I’m not having sex with you just so I can sleep.”

Laughter rumbled deep in his chest and he tightened his grip on Jas, still absentmindedly brushing his fingers along her spine. “Worth a shot,” he mumbled. 

Silence spread through the bedroom, and Jake’s eyelids felt heavier by the second, but Jas seemed no closer to falling asleep than before, and he hated that he didn’t know how to help her.

“Hey, Jake,” she whispered.

“Hm?”

“I love you.”

He pressed a kiss to her forehead, feeling her breath on his chest again as she exhaled. “I love you too.”

❋❋❋

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[mystupidj0urnal]

my stupid journal entry one

The boy I’m talking about is named Taylor and his brother is Levi I was one year older the Levi and two years younger the Taylor me and Levi dated for two mouse then broke up and three to four mouths later give or take me and Taylor started dating are being in an on and off talking stage for months!!! Like dude get over yourself?? Anyways let’s complain shall we?

Why did he ghost me? Like dude I didn’t believe in the 3 mouth rule till I met him and then after we broke up his brother took me out to go shopping and he bought me flowers to make me feel better (I didn’t realise he was into me I’m so stupid) and I posted a TikTok with the sound “I’ma get me a bitch that look like you” because I’m actually so funny and when me and Taylor broke up we had an argument about me being immature and he fucking ghosted me removed our matching profile pictures and bios to break up with out telling me like!? I guess the crack got to him I swear to god. So with the argument he said and I quote “don’t worry you’ll get over me in a day and would replace me with some dumb guy or another ex, wait my brothers your ex go date him” so I replied “hmm I didn’t think of him maybe I will thanks for the idea cunt” then I blocked him. anyways where were we? So after we took a bus home me and Levi after hanging out for hours Taylor got his failed situation ship (btw wtf is a situation ship they either want you or they don’t? But that’s a chat for next time) to screen shot my story because I had her added and Yk what she’s a cunt two (another story for next time)  and I saw she screenshoted my snap story so I showed Levi while we were on the bus home and then when Levi got home Taylor came into his room broke his cds and posters because he was jealous like YOU broke up with ME why are you jealous I mean I would be jealous of me too like your an 16 year old boy whose turning 17 and you only had your first kiss last year like bfr rn anyways let’s talk about how he pretend to not know me but in public he makes fun of me like your just mad I was the only one that wanted your Crusty Emo ass and he acts like he doesn’t care about nothin but it’s like what if I tell everyone how you would cry to me everyday? Or how you said you cared and loved me so much you wanted to marry me? Or how you told me to call you good boy……? sorry I’m just saying every now and Yk what is the best part in all this? This isn’t even half of it i have so much dirt on this man (boy) that I can’t help but to tell others

Entry one done! See you tomorrow or next post! Xx

Love Maddie

[borisbubbles]

Eurovision 2022: #25 - #21

25. ARMENIA

Rosa Linn - “Snap”

20th place

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Overall placement: 50/79

[Above The Black Mamba, below James Newman]

Ugh, Fine. 

Time to finish this ranking turbo style! So yeah, I’m not impressed with The Biggest Eurovision Hit, which I suppose is a controversial opinion? Then again, if Rosa was so good, then why did she only make it 20th place, hmmm? 🤔🤔

When Rosa’s song leaked it sounded exactly like the type of song you’d expect  DMGP to commit murder for: a frivolous, cheery pop welterweight (which somehow has the same cadence as I’m Alive by Elhaida Dani) thats easy to listen to and doesn’t get in the way of stanning better things. 

At Eurovision, this was Rosa’s exact journey. She was a cute presence that was vaguely liked, and her staging supported this. (despite the staging mishaps, still pretty neat!) Don’t know what all the references in the lyrics are about, but we can pretend it added some depth and meaning, Into 20th place she went, which was a fair result for what her lovable random self brought to the table. 

Then, she went viral on TikTok, which honestly is more of an  “eww” than a “good on her” i m o. Okay, look, it defo does not surprise me that out of the entire 2022 catalogue this song became the viral one. TikTok viralness is a horrible metric for musical quality though. “Snap” works as a TikTok song specifcally because it doesn’t syphon attention away from whatever brainfart nonsense TikTokkers force on their feeds for a living. If you want a backing track to your “Make mac ‘n’ cheese by dumping the ingredients on a marble countertop” silliness or your indie song-singing 101 Tutorial, might as well pick something like a Snap as the accompanying backing track.

Also, I always felt the record label behind Rosa Linn was a bit too eager to get A Big Kicker on their conto. Remember when Rosa -likely on urging from her mentor Tamar Karpelian- attempted to start a respectful discussion on Twitter (oh dear) about how wonderful NFTs were (oh dear) because they helped establish a base income for fledgling artists,like herself (oh dearrrr) without having to rely on her songs getting streams? (oh dearrrrrrrrr)Twitter gave their usual gaslighting-disguised-as-concern response which in turn forced Rosa issue a semi-confused, half-arsed apology for attempting to profit from her work. Okay that was kinda funny, but by Monika Liu’s  grown-out bob, Zoomer drama is the nuttiest drama, I swear.

Anyway, the aforementioned NFT shizzle, the association with Tamar’s Slytherin Evil, the TikTok viralness and the radio people’s sudden insistence that “Snap” was A Hidden Underrated Gem despite it being an inconspicuous 20th placer at Eurivision THAT NOBODY CARED ABOUT, and also the fact that Snap has five different versions (HER?!) all kinda hints at a certain ambition that just... taints it a bit for me. It just feels like Snap’s popularity didn’t develop itself naturally and but came about due to largely commercial and monetary reasons, after which the sheeple convinced themselves retroactively that it was secretly great and very underrated, since you know, influencers would never twist the truth to us for their own profit. 

Overall the song’s fine in a vaccuum. Underneath its base sheer lie values that my crusty millennial monroe ass doesn’t share. FARE THEE WELL, MISS LINN, YOU GO BYE NOW!!!

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24. CROATIA

Mia Dimsic - “Guilty pleasure”

26th place

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 Decade placement: 47/79

[above The Roop, below Tusse]

Oh look, another vaguely pleasant, mildly likabable, and ultimately not very exciting middle-of-the-road pop melody. The cynic in you might think I’m ranking Mia ahead of Rosa because Mia didn’t go viral, and like always the cynic in you is correct! Hooray! 😁 Yeah sorry, in the ongoing battle of overrated vs underrated, it’s the correctly rated that always win :-) 

Still, like Rosa, Mia had the potential to be green on my ranking if she had cultivated a status as a fun random. TSwift IS a guilty pleasure of mine (except for her Midnights Era self which is unironically great) and while “Willow” is a part of the least exciting wing in Taylor’s musical library (ie: the part that isn’t crazed out through copium and/or severe neurosis), this bootlegged version was just cute enough to charm me.

Now of course, if your song is all about maintaining a certain level of delicate joie-de-vivre, it’s really important to not overdo the act and let the singer’s personal charisma carry it. Cue to the staging which looked like this:

What.

The.

Everlovin’.

Fuck?

There’s good staging and there is whatever the flyin’ fuck that was. Goodbye cutesie lounge vibe, goodbye charming performer, you’re completely overtaken by this overly choreographed, overtly dramatic and abrasive act that your song didn’t need. ONE dancer, NO acrobatics, how difficult is that to grasp, HRT? I’d be tempted to say the act was a cursed decision, but then realize Croatia’s frantic dance gremlins were probably the tipping point that allowed ~Systur~ into the finals, and any Eurovision final graced by those three earth angels has to count as a blessing. So thank you Mia for blessing us. ^_^ 

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23. GERMANY

Malik Harris - “Rockstars”

25th place

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Decade ranking: 45/79

[Above Tusse, below Undisclosed]

It is very common knowledge that nobody likes Rockstars, and fine, I don’t! As insipid as “Rockstars” was though, I don’t think it was completely without redeeming qualities.Malik had a baseline charm and really went for it, I guess. 

The German Selection, which had adopted the very... um... optimistic name “Germany, 12 points” for the occasion, (optimistic even if we believe the conspiracy theory the “12 points” alluded to the total numerical amount ARD were aiming for in Turin <3) was one of the worst in a horrible NF season. I was fucking relieved it produced a winner I could (sadly no more than) vaguely enjoy. Not everyone has the panache of getting distracted by their own soap bubble bonanza. 

Also, the SPOKEN WORD RAP BREAK was exactly what my brain and soul -both high on copium after the Alina Pash withdrawal- needed at the time. It didn’t blow me away or anything, but it at least gave me something tangible to cling onto besides “well this is nice, i guess”. 

For the rest though, ::tumbleweeds::. I think people might have been a bit too bandwagon-y in their Malik Mockery cus like, yeah he’s clearly getting last, don’t make it worse? But then again... he brought very little to the table. Besides the spoken word it’s like... cursive singing (petition to rename this to “Cursed Singing”) and instruments displayed on moth-eaten rugs to get points, you know? It’s like Germany were deliberately telegraphing us to NOT vote for them, again. But that’s less on Malik and more on ARD’s incompetence, which is a discussion for another time. 

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22. NORTH MACEDONIA

Andrea - “Circles”

27th place

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Decade ranking: 44/79

[Above Malik, below Hurricane]

WE FINALLY MADE IT TO GREEN!!! Sadly we’re still in the No Man’s Land of VagueOpinionstan. 😣 

There is *something* about Andrea and “Circles” that resonates well with me? Is it the perfectly mimed frustration with a poorly communicating love interest? Is it the palpable resignation on her face as she helplessly bleats “u don’t wanna test my limits -_-”.

Maybe! What I do know is that I stan the critical amount of pure Sadsack Energy Andrea exhudes from every pore. 😍😍 I think she’s a contender for the most morose, Eeyore-ish person to ever set a foot on a Eurovision stage? Reminder that this person won a selection  <33333 Andrea posseses a sort of theoretical anti-charisma that should render her unvoteable, and yet in practice just has me cling to every word crossing her lips. ALL SHE WANTS IS A HEALTHY CONVERSATION SO SHE CAN GET IT RIGHT AND FIX THE SITUATION, YOU GHOULS!!!

(and yes, the other Bubble favourite of floordrop sorcery making an appearance <3)

But then on top of that, Andrea also became A Highly Controversial Pick for NoMac!!!! Strangely not because she was an out-and-proud lesbian (although, an out-and-proud lesbian representing a toxic homophobe country from the Balkans <3333333) but because..... she dropped a wee plastic flag during the turquoise carpet. 

The toxic nationalists took it as HER DELIBERATELY TRAMPLING OUR MACEDONIAN PRIDE AFTER YEARS OF GREEK BULLYING. MRT even issued an official statement that they were CONSIDERING A WITHDRAWAL (with zero intention to actually quit of course) to appease the smooth-brained cunts until the quiet and expected NQ arrived. <3333333333

(knowing her misery was finally over, Andrea cracked a smile for the first time in her life <3)

This only enhanced Andrea’s Charlie Brown”-esque journey even more!! Just when Andrea looked like the token hapless last placer nobody loved, the results came in, and showed she *almost* made the final.  😍😍😍😍😍😍. If there’s one thing that horrible second semifinal should have done right and didn’t, is causing a NoMac qualification by means of fixed jury voting algorithms. Simply imagine the meltdowns over Andrea slaying Andromache AND Nadir. 😍 If only the EBU had the balls to NQ Azer on the spot, huh? Oh well, there’s always 2023 for that. 😈

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21. UKRAINE

Kalush Orchestra - “Stefania”

1st place

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Decade ranking: 41/79

[Above Fyr og Flamme, below Eden Alene]

ugh i forgot he yelled Mariupol and Azofstal at the end of that and wasn’t DQ’d on the spot! Instantly regretting I didn’t rank Ukraine even LOWER. 😫😫😫 (no, don’t think about how much better Stefania would be without him, don’t do it Bobo, consider your mental health -- inner monologue while writing the rest of this post.)

So yeah, after all this inconspicuous also-ran filler (i’m definitely including Snap in that group), I’m eliminating the winner, the biggest televote winner Eurovision have ever had. “Have you no respect, Boris?”, you might ask and well... would I be me, if I had any, lol? I came into the 2022 season with hot takes and mental fortitude and thanks to Shitvidi I’m all out of fortitude, so~

Cynicism and self-awareness aside, let’s get the big elephant out of the room: The war had virtually no impact on my ranking here. I despise politics at Eurovision, (mostly because politics always affect it, but Eurovision NEVER affects the politics back), so there are two options here: Either downvote Ukraine for bringing politics into the contest, or make an exception and turn a blind eye. I chose option two. Nobody can begrudge Ukraine for attempting to pretend that the worst armed conflict to have hit them since WW2 hadn’t broken them, so I won’t. No points added or deducted.  . 

I do have good reasons to not rank Stefania higher though. I think you already know where this is headed - Sorry (for YOU) if you’re a fan of his, but Oleh suuuuuucks. It started at Vidbir when he led a small mob against that poor envelope lady and it was all sorts of messed up? Entitlement and bullying tinged with toxic nationalism, there ain’t no better first impression to make, am i right?

And very unfortunately my distaste towards Oleh also extends to his on-stage presence which I find really fucking obnoxious. The concept of a “Charismatic Black Hole” was one I didn’t fully understand until I first saw Oleh Psiuk set a foot on stage. Does anyone TRULY like  his presence here? All his verses do is distract from the chorus and instrumental, which is awful because those bits fucking slap! Airlift him and his ugly-ass hat the fuck outta here. 

Okay, so the winning song is actually... pretty good. It is NOT great though. Stefania is a weaker, safer and more cis-het version of “Shum”, which is suboptimal. Counterpoint is that “Shum” was Peak Ukraine (Which is also Peak Eurovision), and remains one of the best entries ever, so a lesser replication of that is still enjoyable overall. It made Ihor Didenchuk (who is also in Go_A) a Eurovision laureate! It kinda sucks the fandom didn’t come through at a time when Ukraine had, you know, an actually charismatic lead, but I suppose the power of love Damiano-induced boners does conquer all.

On the flip side, Ihor’s and Tymofii’s contributions are so good that they almost fully balance Oleh’s deteriorative and hammy rapping. Tymofii carries Stefania with his spot-on chanting and preposterous flute playback shenanigans. 

Ihor meanwhile just has a good time on the stage, disguised as one of the two Cousin It-like entities <3 Add in some tasteful staging and hell, even the fact that this song is in essence an ode to someone’s (You Know Who’s) actual mom, (and not  the forced, cringe, jingoistic metaphor it later became) and you have an entry that definitely makes sense as a jury fourth placer and top fiver overall.

Now obviously, I would have preferred for Ukraine to not win because they were not the best option (not by a mile!), and ofc also because I hate their lead, but I’m not fully broken up that they beat my faves. Sometimes there are powers at work beyond our control and that’s fine. Not everything in life must be catered to our tastes. Ukraine are the best Eurovision country, and it doesn’t matter how or when they catch up to (and pass) Ireland and Sweden, as long as it happens during my lifespan. 🤷‍♀️

Still think Pinkbucket’s a thuggish little punk though. Prayer circle that the next time Ukraine win, it’s with someone actually worth stanning. 🙂

CONGRATULATIONS TOP 20!!!

ALBANIA - AUSTRIA - CZECH REP - ESTONIA - FRANCE -

GEORGIA - ICELAND - IRELAND - LITHUANIA - MALTA -

MOLDOVA - THE NETHERLANDS - PORTUGAL - ROMANIA - SAN MARINO -

SERBIA - SLOVENIA - SPAIN  - SWEDEN - UK

THE RANKING 

21. UKRAINE - Kalush Orchestra - “Stefania”

22. NORTH MACEDONIA - Andrea - “Circles”

23. GERMANY - Malik Harris - “Rockstars”

24. CROATIA - Mia Dimšić - “Guilty pleasure”

25. ARMENIA - Rosa Linn - “Snap”

26. CYPRUS - Andromache - “Ela”

27. LATVIA - Citi Zeni - “Eat your salad”

28. DENMARK - ReDDI - “The show”

29. BULGARIA - Intelligent Music Project - “Intention”

30. GREECE - Amanda Tenjford - “Die together”

31. POLAND - Ochman - “River”

32. MONTENEGRO - Vladana - “Breathe”

33. FINLAND - The Rasmus - "Jezebel"

34. BELGIUM - Jérémie Makiese - “Miss you”

35. NORWAY - Subwoolfer - “Give that wolf a banana”

36. AUSTRALIA - Sheldon Riley - “Not the same”

37. SWITZERLAND - Marius Bear - “Boys do cry”

38. AZERBAIJAN - Nadir Rustamli - “Fade to black”

39. ITALY - Mahmood & Blanco - “Brividi”

40. ISRAEL - Michael Ben David - “I.M”

[student-in-nightraven]

hello!^^ this is my first request [its been a really long time since ive acc requested on tumblr and stuff so sorry if im crusty o(TヘTo) , ps how are you? :D] could i please have a twisted wonderland match make personality: im a person would will throw myself on you as a 'hug' , and i will roast the mfing out of u if you're super annoying [pls i acc nice] , i hate hate hate when fights break out in my class but ill stil give a non-biased report on every.single.detail. I can lose my temper quickly and would "talk back" even though its hard to control my mouth , anyways i love cats i will litterly miss my bus for petting a cat. i wont budge if you shout scream or even hit i really wont bother if you're just downright giving me a headache , i love to just drop kick people like i did once when it was on accident but my friend fell on her back and i was apologetic. MBTI:intp likes: reading [a really big bookworm] , i like to play on my switch and i dont personally like art but im good at it , i love creative writing and and im in the makes of making own , its a dark angsty novel if ya wanna know.[ a lil sneak peak 'As Francis held the remaining petals, his sobs were filling up the silence in the hole of his mind yet no sound truly came out. he felt that his legs fail to support him no longer as he collapsed into the pitch black void of his feelings....'] i like desserts and sour things , dislikes:i really really hate being confronted, and i hate over working to much since i feel exhausted . i hate being accused a lot and i really really really hate being bullied. appearance: shoulder length dark-brown hair with hazel coloured eyes, i short despite my age and was mistaken for a person about 2 grades/years younger than me 😭 , i wear blue ombre glasses! [ps. dont overwork your self on anything - a new follower☆*: .｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆]

Awe well aren't you just the sweetest!! I match you with...

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... Ace!

Can I just say, c h a o t i c. But in a cute way😻

We all know how it went down when ace first met yuu, so when he was being a little ass you did NOT hesitate to put him in his place, after a little rivalry you grew closer and instead of being eachothers problem decided to be the nrcs problem ✨

Ace is cheering you on whenever your beefing with riddle, which to may I add is basically every single day- I mean who are you to blame? He is overly strict and someone has to be brave enough to tell him so, which is why ace bows to you, and as a gift gifts you a cherry pie which he made himself! (I hc he's good at baking especially when it's related to cherries)

expects praises but doesn't at the same time, like he'll be all "oh I'm such a good boyfriend I deserve compliments!!" and when you actually compliment him he freezes and blushes;

He is so jealous of grim, he can't pry your hANDS OFF OF HIM, your holding grim 24/7 and ace just stares at you, with tears in his eyes/hj

Asked vil if he could turn him into a cat once no joke, he actually did, he was a ginger cat with the softest fur-

You gasped and immediately cradled the cat in your arms unaware who it really was, coincidentally the spell wore off soon and he turned into his original form which you were barely able to hold;

He apologized and so did you, you told him you'd make it up for him with a date to which he gladly agreed to;

He definitely takes glances at what you're writing " is it about mee?~" "Ace for the last time, NO-"

You drop kicked him and he deserved it

If you accidentally overworked or are close to it he immediately runs up to you and drags you far away from your desk, bringing you anywhere else to either cause trouble or just relax, yep ladies gentlemen and non binary hoes ace actually can relax, crazy ik😻

But yeah he may be an ass but he cares, so much about you, loves you dearly but wouldn't admit it outloud unless you were asleep, then he whispers it, you smirk and he chokes on his words and yells at you;

You 2 are the enemies to friends to lovers couple

Thank you for the request dear annon! Your book sounds very interesting, I might take a peek👀, bye for now! Have an amazing week<3

[swampratsstuff]

Part 4

Levi x fem!reader

vampire au

“What about him?”

You looked over to the crusty looking soldier that Jane pointed out. You swallowed your sweet, alcoholic beverage and cringed. At both the alcohol and her suggestion.

“Absolutely not.”

“Okay…. What about him?”

She pointed to another man, definitely more attractive than the first, but not your type at all. Frat boys. Bleh.

“You don’t know me at all.”

“Fine,” she sighed in defeat. “I guess you’ll stay a virgin forever.”

She giggled as she sipped her own drink and you slugged her arm lightly. “I’ll just marry you, I don’t need a man.”

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That night was the last night you saw her. You had been so out of it you hadn’t even thought about her, let alone dreamed about your best friend. This was the first good sleep you’ve had in a really long time.

Before you could open your eyes, you felt a heaviness in your hand. Beeping in your ears. Where were you?

“What the hell,” you murmured as your eyes fluttered open and bright light blinded you. You lifted your arm to shield your eyes and saw the IV in your hand.

Your heart dropped into your stomach as you sat up quickly. You expected to be in a hospital room but instead were in a room that looked more like a lab. You were on a cold, metal table with a pillow laid under your head while you slept.

How did you get here? Where was here?

You snapped your head towards the door at the sound of footsteps. Levi stepped into the room, a teacup in his hand. He looked up at you, surprise and relief evident on his face.

“Shit. Hey! She’s awake!” He called out. Loud, running footsteps echoed down the hallway outside of the room.

Levi set his cup down and came to your side.

“What’s happening? What happened?”

A brunette woman with an eyepatch and glasses came running into the room.

“Yes! You lived!”

She grinned gleefully at you as she ran up beside Levi. She reached a hand out to touch you and you instantly recoiled in fear, nearly throwing yourself off the table.

“Hange!” Levi barked, snatching her hand before it reached you. “She’s scared, give her a minute.”

She pulled her hand back and gave you an apologetic smile. “Sorry, sorry. Are you okay? How are you feeling?”

“I’m confused,” you said warily, not leaving your defensive position on the table. “Where am I?”

You looked at Levi who opened his mouth to answer but the woman answered instead. “Sorry, Clover. Clover, right? You’re in my lab. I’m Hange Zoë.”

“Hange is an old acquaintance, she won’t hurt you, I promise. She saved you.”

“Saved me?” Your mouth dried and you looked between the two of them, desperate for answers.

“Acquaintance? Ouch.” Her attention turned back to you. “You were attacked last night, my dear. Nearly completely drained. Short stuff over here found you barely breathing- brought you here. Luckily I have a whole stock of human blood of all different types.”

She was oddly cheerful for telling you you nearly died.

“Who did this to you?” Levi’s voice was low. Dangerous. He sounded pissed.

You sighed and thought hard. What was the last thing you remembered? Flashes of memories passed through your mind.

The green dress. Levi’s attempt at a compliment. His fingers on your back. Agh, stop. More important thing. You two going outside. Laying in the grass. Levi getting a call, telling you to stay there. Red hair.

Your throat tightened as your memories flooded back. Zeke’s friend, his body on top of yours. His fingers pressed so hard into your wrist, they were sure to leave bruises. You look down to see purple marks on your skin. You reached up to touch the tender flesh where his fanged pierced you.

“Floch,” you finally croak out, begging yourself internally not to cry. All you do is cry. “He said his name was Floch.”

“Little bastard. He must have thought you were dead,” Levi hissed, his fists clenching into tight balls.

He had never liked the creep. He had never liked any of Zeke’s friends. He despised Zeke.

You looked down to your crumbled dress. Dirt littered your arms, feet, and hands. You wanted to scrub off any reminder of the night. You needed to scrub off any reminder of Floch’s touch.

“Can we go back home? I need to bathe,” you said quietly. Home. Is that what that place is to you now?

“I really need you to stay so I can monitor you a little longer, if that’s okay.”

“How long?” Levi asked her.

“At least the rest of the day.”

“What about Zeke? Won’t he notice me gone?”

Levi grabbed his phone and checked the time. 6:45 a.m.

“He’ll be away for a few days. That’s what the call last night was about,” he sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Stay here, I’ll go take care of Zeke.”

Lucky break.

He turned on his heels and stalked out of the room without so much as a goodbye. Just left you alone with a stranger in a lab.

Asshole.

“So, can I take that off and you can shower here? You can borrow my clothes.” She gestures towards the IV in your hand. You hesitantly held it out for her.

“Why do you have so much human blood?” You asked her skeptically as she worked to remove the IV, wincing when she pulled the needle out.

“That does look strange, doesn’t it?” She laughed. “I study it. I was the one who created synthetic blood drinks actually. I’m trying to find a cure.”

Your eyes widened in pleasant surprise. “A cure? For vampirism? Why?”

“It’s crazy I know,” she sighed happily. “I don’t want to have to survive off of blood anymore, or for the future generations to have to either.”

“So… you don’t drink from humans?”

“Nope! Not at all.”

That made you feel considerably better. You noticed her fangs weren’t out like every other vampire- including Levi- who talked to you. Slowly but surely you could learn to trust her.

She showed you to her bathroom. You stripped yourself down and let the water and soap wash away the night before. The dirt, the emotions. All of it.

After pulling on the clothes Hange lent you, you walked out to find her cooking breakfast.

“What other stereotypes about vampires are wrong?”

She turned her head from the eggs she was scrambling at the stove. She smiled wildly.

“I’m so glad you asked. Give me just a minute.”

She finished breakfast for the two of you, and placed the plates on her small table. She then proceeded to explain to you all the wrong stereotypes and the complete history of vampires on Paradis Island. She talked for what felt like hours.

She explained that they are relatively similar to regular humans. They need sleep, they eat regular food, can go out into the sunlight, and age just at a slightly slower pace. They require blood to survive but it is not necessary to live completely off of it. It just makes them feel better, helps them heal, keeps them healthier. It’s very tasty to them too, according to Hange, depending on the blood type. Her synthetic blood was a very good substitute for those who don’t feel comfortable feeding off of humans but human blood made vampires much stronger. It’s essentially what gives them their supernatural abilities.

She said she couldn’t explain why virgin blood made such a difference. She half wondered if it was just a stereotype they indulged in because it sounded cooler.

One of the most interesting things that explained why everyone here was a vampire was that they reproduced like humans. They were all born as vampires, but have the ability to turn others, though it’s not necessary.

Most are descendants of a girl that came into contact with a vampire. Her supernatural abilities were applauded and coveted, so they forced her to breed and turn others. Eventually, most of the people on Paradis Island were vampires.

“How do you get human blood then?”

“Ah! We have human colonies.”

You stared at her, terribly confused. “Then… then why was I taken from Marley?”

Her face fell as she sighed. “Well, partly because you’re Marlyean. It’s illegal to make Eldian’s slaves here. So slave traders take people from Marley by force or blackmail. Sometimes they’re even sold.”

“It’s mostly the rich and noble that participate in slave trading. Boredom gets the better of them. I think people like Zeke just like having ownership over someone else. I’m so sorry you’re having to be a pawn in their sick game.”

Tears stung at your eyes. Just a pawn in their sick game. That’s truly what it felt like. Just an unlucky little pawn.

The door opened to Hange’s place. You hastily wiped away any tears that fell onto your rosy cheeks as Levi walked into the kitchen.

“Welcome home, dear.”

Levi ignored Hange’s comment as his eyes landed on you. He could tell something was wrong. You could tell he wanted to ask. You shook your head, letting him know not to.

“How did it go?” You asked him.

“I was able to rush him out, and told him you were still sleeping. He’ll be gone for at least 3 days or so.”

You let out a sigh of relief. A very much needed break from being fed on. From Zeke.

“We should head back, I’m sure you’re still exhausted.” He was right, you were still exhausted. You had a good rest but the amount of blood loss you’ve had recently and coming out of the daze you’ve been in, had you feeling like you could sleep for another 10 hours.

But the more you thought about it the more you weren’t ready to go back to that castle. You weren’t ready to go back to your room where you weren’t allowed to leave. The suffocating feeling you get when you hear the door click and the lock buzz.

“I’m not ready,” you whispered, looking away from his steel eyes. “Can we stay at a hotel or something?”

He stared at you as he contemplated your words. He couldn’t blame you for not wanting to go back. He can hear the way your heart accelerates when the door to your room is about to close. He knows the pain you’ve endured there.

“It would be dangerous. Your smell is….” Mouthwatering. “Different. And strong. You could be recognized or worse, attacked.”

You looked back at him. Annoyance shifted onto your face, and you did nothing to hide it. You wanted him to know that you were upset, as childish as it was. He was completely right, but you couldn’t help it.

“I have a guest room. You’re welcome to stay as long as you’d like, in exchange for one little thing,” Hange interjected.

“What is it?” Levi asked, clearly annoyed himself. He already knew the answer.

“Let me take some more of your blood,” Hange said, then quickly corrected herself when she saw the way your face paled. “For research! Your blood is like nothing I’ve ever seen before. You were able to take any kind of other blood and it was like your blood infected the other cells. I had to test it to make sure you could get the transfusion earlier. It was incredible.”

“No. She’s not going to be your science experiment, Hange.”

You snapped your head at Levi. Who was he to answer for you? If this was all you had to do to get just one day away from your prison, you were going to.

“Yes, I will be. You can take as much as you want.” Levi’s face was unchanged but you saw the way his eyes darkened. Why were you all of a sudden being so defiant?

Brat.

Hange practically squealed with glee. “Thank you so much! I really think it could help me on my mission to find a cure. My guest room is yours, my darling. There’s only one bed, but Levi can take the couch in there.”

Levi sighed in defeat. There was no going back now. He wasn’t going to kidnap you to take you back. At least he can take a nap and know you’re safe.

You smiled and followed Hange back to her lab room. She took a little blood, and said she’d take a little more later. She gave you iron supplements to help with the blood loss and told you to get some rest before she took more. You were happy to oblige.

When you entered the guest room, Levi was laid out on the couch. The tension in the room was evident as you crawled into the queen sized bed. You stripped the uncomfortable pants you had on and dropped them to the floor once you were under the cover of the sheets.

Levi heard the pants hit the floor and his heart practically stopped. A blush crept onto his cheeks and he tossed onto his side, facing the back of the couch. He couldn’t help but imagine you under the covers, in just your panties. How easy it would be to access your core.

His pants tightened involuntarily and he inwardly groaned. He’s seen you naked and this is what gets him hot and bothered?

You pulled the covers tight to your chin and closed your eyes, desperate to get some more sleep. But the way Levi’s body tossed and turned on the squeaky couch was extremely distracting.

“Can you not?” You finally grunted. The squeaking stopped and the room was silent for just a split second.

“Not what?”

“Make so much noise,” you snapped.

“What crawled up your ass? I’ve never seen you like this.”

“Oh I’m sorry I’m not just being sad, pitiful Clover.”

“Tch.”

He rolled over once again, a scowl forming on his face. Both of your chests heaved up and down in annoyance. When he rolled over one more time, you finally sat up and stared at him.

“Are you uncomfortable or something?”

He rolled his eyes, but gave you an answer. “Yeah an old couch isn’t exactly the most comfortable thing to sleep on when you haven’t slept in days.”

A pang of guilt shot through you. In days? Levi was known for not sleep much at all- so little that there was a rumor he didn’t have a bed at all- but days were a long time. Was that your fault?

Sighing in your own defeat after an argument in your head, you decide to let him in bed with you. Against your better judgement.

“Just get in the bed, Levi.”

His eyes widened slightly. That was a terrible idea. “No, I’m fine.”

“I swear to the Maker, Levi. I’m not in the mood. Just get your ass in this bed so I don’t have to listen to that forsaken couch.”

You heard him grumble something under his breath as he sat up. He hesitantly walked over to the other side of the bed and stopped before pulling the covers back.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” you grunted, pulling the covers back over you and flopping onto your side to face away from him. A blush crept onto your face as you began to second guess this idea.

You felt the covers be pulled back. A breeze went across your backside before the bed dipped behind you, and then Levi’s hip brush you. You both stiffened and you felt him scoot away.

You both laid in silence for a minute before he turned over and you heard him gasp behind you. You turned quickly to look at him.

His eyes were wide and his fangs were extended. You stared at him.

“Sorry, I just… your smell..”

Your whole body heated as you went beat red. You were embarrassed but… something else. Something sinful crawled up your spine at his words and you bit your lip involuntarily as you stared at his fangs. They scared you on anyone else. But on Levi… they made you feel hot. Made you rub your thighs together and look away in embarrassment.

“It’s okay,” you whispered and turned away again.

As you tried to sleep, your brain wouldn’t shut off. Your body wouldn’t shut off. It wanted you to push your ass back towards him. Your body started moving on its own and you slowly inched towards him, hoping he wouldn’t notice that it was deliberate. You felt your ass brush against his hip. You stiffened slightly but forced yourself to relax. Your heart was beating ridiculously fast.

It like a drum in his ear. A song enticing him, seducing him. It was an indication to his own body to turn over on his side toward you. To push his hips into your back side, as you both bit back a sigh.

Both of your bodies involuntarily reacting to each other’s closeness. It was stupid. It was careless. Neither of you had let another person effect you like this. But both of you wanted- no needed- the feeling and warmth of the other.

His hand slid its way over your hip and he gripped tightly, rolling your ass into his hardened cock. You bit your lip harshly to keep your groan in. You hadn’t been consensually touched like this in so long. The tension was erotic. His hardness felt so good.

Your smell was pulling him in. He wanted you so bad in every way. Your own brain swam with images of him touching you and kissing you and biting you. What would him feeding off of you feel like? Would it be different than Zeke? You wanted to find out. You were willing to find out.

He sighed deeply in frustration and forced himself to wrap his arm tightly around your waist and stuff his face into your back.

He couldn’t cross anymore lines with you. He wouldn’t.

You sighed in your own sexual frustration. But his arms around you were so comfortable and inviting. Your snuggled yourself into him and ran your hand along his arm until your hand covered his. He hesitantly extended his fingers so you could lace yours through his.

The two of you fell asleep soon after you relaxed. It was the best sleep Levi had had in years. Being close to another warm body who made you feel safe was what you both needed.

The consequences could wait until you were rested.

[munsonology]

Not to be a hater but quite literally if given the chance I would absolutely lay into my ex friend. Like he called me a slew of names spaced out over time each one worse then the previous, shared my trauma with people and tried to use it against me, and even told the kids I babysat for years MY FUCKING KIDS (not mine but basically they were) (and their parents) that I was a bad influence and a bad person. Like I took the name calling, but then I distanced because of the wife situation, but then I find out the rest of this shit????

Like ONE CHANCE I'd take it. Let me fucking at him. ESPECIALLY if I was in a group! Like you trying to come for me???

You??? No degree barely graduated high school can't swing a hammer or change your own oil man??? Coming for a smart strong bachelor degree woman???

You lived with your parents for years, not because of a cultural thing, but because you were "scared" to live alone! Bending to your mother's every beck and call. I should call you Norman Bates with how far up your mother's ass you are.

I could get a man or woman or ANYBODY if I wanted. I have options. remember when you had a crush on me dumbass and asked me out remember when you simped for me and took me to the movies for free what about that concert that was over 300 dollars FOR FREE cause you wanted me so bad? I could have had you and DIDNT and no one wants your 30 year old ass thats why you chose an 18 year old you fucking creep THAT is why we aren't friends and then all your dirty little secrets and skeletons about what you told others about me came out. You think your shit don't smell because you are full of it

You think you are so good and kind and everything you do is golden well its fool's gold you clown. Karma gonna get you just you wait (and thats the only reason I haven't fought u yet like...im trying to be the better person but they say one more thing in my presence...)

(And yes it is fucked they went for the 18 year old and it is even more fucked that they are now married like it was so quick like who thought that was okay not me that poor girl I hope she gets out cause he is not good he is not the love of her life hes just a man!!! Let me run him over cause YOU ARE A CHILD AND) (no I was gonna be petty af and post a throwback photo and tag everyone cause I have a picture of me, him, and his wife when she was 4 and he was 16 like 💀💀)(also again no shame to her if she needs help i am getting her out but she is devoted to him and disillusioned rn he got her brainwashed and yes we all grew up together and yes its a fucked situation and I want to go all Carrie Underwood on his ass and dig a key into the side of his car and knock out his headlights but karma is coming for him and karma could do better then me) (sorry for spilling in your inbox I am a ball of hate found out today and I mean AN HOUR AGO he actually was the one to spread a rumor about me that haunts me to this day as well as telling people about secrets I had told him that were not ok to tell and he has the fucking nerve to have come into MY HOUSE under false pretenses just to record me out of context and share it as proof im terrible oh fuck him)(please note as soon as I found out he was with the 18 year old I cut him out of my life but we work together just in different departments so I see him pretty regularly still sadly and I cant quit because I signed a contract but thankfully I dont have to see his crusty ass every day cause if I did....call me Elsa with the stone cold attitude he is receiving)

oh my god bestie 😭😭 first thank you for sharing 💖 he’s a weirdo for real. the fact he married an 18 year old is just sick, and what’s worse is you know he didn’t just meet her at 18 because they never do 😒

and that’s commendable of you to wanna look after her. it might take a while for her to see who he truly is. i think it’s important to remember she might not accept help :/ it might be healthier for you to take a step back. sometimes we need to put ourselves first for our own wellbeing. hopefully her family is aware.

it always hurts when people you think are your friend are the ones who purposely and carelessly hurt you the most. and i know you wanna fuck him up and key his car but he’s not worth going to jail over. the universe has a way of always working out, what we put out into the world we receive and trust he’ll get his for all the clownery he’s doing. it might take a while but it will. and when it does you can sip your tea with a big slurp 💀

[2aish-iteru3]

Married In A Hurricane (Part 2)

Camilo Madrigal x Reader

All characters written in this story is 18+.

Also Dos Oruguitas has my whole heart. I will scream and sob for the whole 3 minutes and 35 seconds.

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5(finale). Bonus.

xxxx

~~The next day, a few hours before dinner~~

(Reader’s POV)

“Are you sure your okay (Y/n)?”Mirabel sat beside me. My head smushed on my slightly tear soaked pillow. After Abuela dropped the news about Camilos upcoming engagement. I abruptly left.

~~Flashback~~

“I’m going to get going! I completely forgot that mami wanted me to help her with uh, uh, the dog!”

“(Y/n), you don’t even own a dog”Isabela questioned. Everyones eyes were darted towards me, I stood up so fast from my chair it almost fell back but casita caught it before it could fall. I could feel Camilo’s eyes looking at me with worry. No, no, don’t look at me like that.

“HAH! Right! I mean BUY A DOG!”I gave the whole family a closed eye smile before ducking my head and leaving at a fast pace. I glanced at Dolores and Mirabel who gave me sympathetic looks. As if they were saying “sorry”. I never even had a chance to begin with. How stupid of me to think so.

“(Y/n)!”I heard Camilo call after me but as if casita knew the dreaded feeling I had at that moment, the chair pushed the curly haired boy closer to the table rendering him getting up and chasing after me.

“Thank you casita”I whispered before running off.

~~Present~~

“I’m okay Mira..that just caught me off guard. Why was Tia Pepa so moody yesterday night though?”I groaned running a hand over my face, my eyes definitely felt crusty.

“Tia Pepa doesn’t agree with the engagement. She thinks my primo should get to pick who he wants to marry in the future”Mirabel sighed. I followed right after.

We sat there in silence until we heard a knock at the door.

“(Y/n)..its me Dolores. Tia (Your moms name) let me in”Mirabel stood up to open the door but I stopped her by grabbing her hand.

“Dolores. Are you sure your not Camilo?”I heard a very distinct squeak and immediately knew that it was Dolores.

“Nevermind, your most definitely Dolores. You can come in”The door slowly opens to reveal the sister of the boy that I’ve unfortunately fallen in love with. I sat up. She looked guilty, but for what?

“I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you, I found out before breakfast”She gave me puppy dog like eyes, I giggled and opened my arms for a hug.

“Dolores, you don’t need to apologize. None of this was your fault. It was merely mine for falling in love with him”

Both Mirabel and Dolores gave me a hug, I felt almost better.

“I did come here for something else though”She whispered. Mirabel eyed her cautiously.

“Camilo is worried about you, he’s hoping to see you lat-“

“No.”I stated firmly. Dolores nodded hinting that she knew what my answer would be already.

“Well, if you need anything. Don’t hesitate to say it out loud, I’ll hear it”She smiled. I laughed.

“Thank you”

~~Dinner time~~

I really am stupid. There I stood in front of casita once more. Wearing the nicest thing that I had in my closet. I decided that I would show up for dinner. For Camilo. God that boy has a hold on me that I will never be able to explain. Before I came back, I sat on my bed for the longest time and the only thing that I had in my head was Camilo’s disappointed face when he finds out that I declined his invitation so my bitch ass decided to just man up and go.

“Well, time to get it over with”I raised my hand to knock on the door but kept backing out, it got to a point where casita literally slammed the door open and pushed me in using one of its tiles.

“Ack!“Instead of slamming onto the cold floor, my body flew into something warm and familiar.

“(Y/n)?”Oh god. Just my fucking luck.

His arms were wrapped around my waist, meanwhile my hands were placed on his chest. When did it get so toned. My face was pressed against his chest where I could faintly hear his heartbeat.

“Camilo!Hi!”I looked up and was honestly surprised that my heart didn’t just fall out of my chest right then and there. Our faces were so close together, our noses being an inch away from each other. His hazel eyes bore into my (eye colour) ones.

“Hi, mi vida”He gave me one of his signature smiles.

Yep. I am most definitely going to pass out.

xxxx

Part 2.

[golden-barnes]

Audacity

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Summary: Bucky has a long list of reasons to hate John Walker. But the fake Captain America deciding to flirt with you, definitely takes the cake.

Category: Smut 18+

Warning: Jealous Bucky is just soft dom! Bucky, dirty talk, penetrative sex, slight chocking, closet sex, and just John Walker being annoying

Word count: 1.9k

Author’s note: trying out this new format bc I liked the way it look when I did the Spencer Reid fic. A small spoiler warning for the newest FATWS episode but other than that it’s like an AU bc this really has nothing to do with yesterdays’ episode. Comment and reblog pls and thank you!

There’s a lot to hate about John Walker. The fact that he is trying to replace Steve as a cheap version of Captain America. His stupid face and the way he handles the shield. Even the way he speaks comes off as pretentious and arrogant.

But what really made Bucky seethe with anger is the fact that his little beady eyes would not stop looking at you. Undressing you with his eyes. Taking in every move and gesture you made. It made Bucky’s blood boil. He kept clenching and unclenching his fist. How haven’t you noticed his insisting fucking starring? 

“Can you chip your teeth? Because I’m pretty sure you might by how clenched your jaw” Sam said, patting Bucky on the back. He just rolled his eyes but decided not to say anything. 

There was nothing that can be done. They made a silent pack not to anger the imposter. The government had asked Sam, Bucky and you to help out with a smuggling ring that they have discovered and low and behold, their little Captain America got his ass handed to him. They basically begged them to help. Bucky almost screamed a Fuck no into their faces but you managed to hold him off from punching the soldier that appeared at your apartment. 

You turned around and bent over to pick up something. You were unaware that the fake Captain America licked his crusty lips while looking at you. He kept eying you like a piece of meat. Bucky rolled his eyes again and turned to Sam who was quietly reading the reports.

“Can I punch him?” Bucky whispered to Sam.

“Do you want your pardon to be revoked?” Sam said to him, not even looking up from the reports.

“There’s nobody here. Y/N won’t say anything. You definitely won’t mind.” Bucky whispered, glaring at the blond man that kept staring at you. You clearly didn’t give a shit about him. Therefore, why was he still looking at you?

Sam rolled his eyes at his ex-assassin friend. “Yeah, and later we can steal the shield.” Sam looked up from the reports and pushed them to the side. 

“Exactly! Yeah, now that’s a plan.” Bucky said excitedly, standing up from his chair trying to make his way to John before being stopped by Sam, who grabbed his friend by the arm and pulled him back into his chair. Before Bucky could protest, he heard you whistle at them. 

“Hey, guys! I think I have something.” You said. The three men surrounded you, while you were explaining how you found out the new base location for the smuggling ring.

Bucky tried his best to focus on what you were saying and your explanation, but he couldn’t help but notice that the Kmart version of Captain America was inching closer and closer to you. Didn’t this man have a wife? Bucky swore he read that somewhere. Why does he keep staring and getting closer to you?

“Oh! Sorry, ma’am.” The jackass said, when he “accidentally” bumped into you, he grabbed your waist and forearm to stabilize you. 

“It’s okay.“ You told him, and let out a soft chuckle. Bucky felt his pen explode in his hand. The three of you turned to the pouty super soldier who just rolled his eyes and went back to looking at the schematics. 

You knew something was up with Bucky. He didn’t say anything. Not after the pen exploding incident. Not even when you were joking around with Sam. He loved making witty comebacks to your jokes. It was your thing. 

But maybe it was John Walker’s presence that made it uncomfortable for him. You knew Bucky hated the guy, mostly cause he took Steve’s spot without earning it. But there was something more to this. Bucky has always had a staring problem, but the number of sharp glares he has been sending to Walker has been enough to alert anyone. You couldn’t comfort him, not without making it super apparent that you are dating. And Bucky had already expressed that he doesn’t want to publicize it unless it’s only Sam that’s around. 

“Agent Y/L/N, I think I found something,” Torres said, signaling to you to go follow him upstairs. You took one last look at Bucky, who was still glaring at the oblivious John Walker.

“Damn, I don’t know how you guys get any work done with that around you all the time,” John said, staring at you walking up the stairs. More specifically, staring at your ass. 

Bucky looked at Sam, almost begging him to let him punch the douchebag that is this man. But Sam gripped his forearm. Bucky will not lose his pardon like this. 

“How about we focus on the damn mission?” Bucky almost growled. John Walker put his hands up.

“I’m sorry man. It’s just- look at her.” John sat back and leaned into his chair. From the distance, he could see you talking to Torres. 

“C’mon man. You asked us for our help but we aren’t here to do all the work.” Sam said trying to be the peacemaker between the super-soldier with a murderous gaze and the soldier with the wondering eyes.

“Yeah. Yeah sorry.” John said trying to go back to the records. You were descending from the stairs and walking over to them. John brought his attention back to you. The way your hips would sway when you walked. The confidence in every step. Everything Bucky loved, and apparently fucking John did too.

“Guys, I think we need to rest for today. I am a little bit burned out. I think we all are.” You said, with your hands on your hips. Bucky felt his heart clench, you did look tired. Especially because you were almost doing all the work and piecing all of the clues. 

“That’s an incredible idea.” Sam said stretching in his chair. He also looked tired. It made Bucky feel bad that he has been focusing all his energy on glaring and not helping out. He almost felt guilty.

Almost because a surge of rage flows through him again. John “Can’t take a hint” Walker smirked at you while you were grabbing the files that were on the table. 

Bucky didn’t even give you a chance to say goodbye. To Sam or the annoying motherfucker that made Bucky want to break rule number 2.

“Woah, Buck. what are you doing?” You said while the brunet dragged you around the base. His grip on your forearm was hard but not enough for it to hurt. Bucky wouldn’t hurt you, not in any way you wouldn’t like it. 

There was something about how Bucky was walking, the silence, the way he was searching for something but never letting go of you.

Bucky opened up a closet door. 

“Get in, doll.”  He whispered in your ear, in a low deep voice. You let out a gasp, feeling goosebumps all over your body. You looked at Bucky in the eyes, and you knew he wasn’t in the mood for a fight. You entered the closet space without protesting.

It was a small storage closet. It barely had anything in it so you felt cramped. You turned to Bucky, while he closed the door. The man stalked towards you and you walked backward till your back hit the wall. Bucky had you cornered, and you didn’t mind it.

“Did you have fun, doll?” Bucky said, getting close to your face. His hands went to your hips, pulling you towards him. 

“Buck, what are you talking about?” You whispered to him. Bucky rolled his eyes and took one of his hands off your hips. Placing it on your neck, lightly applying some pressure to it. You gasped at his touch, he chuckled a bit at your reaction. 

“C’mon darling. Did you have fun playing around with the imposter Captain America? I mean he had fun looking at you. So I’m assuming that you had fun being looked at.” He said, with his hand still on your neck and his face inches away from your face. You looked at your boyfriend with wide eyes.

“Oh, you didn’t notice that. Well, I did. Maybe I should teach you who do you belong to. Would you like that sweetheart?” He said, his breath tickling your lip. You nodded, breathless. Bucky smiled at you.

The hand that was around your neck, went to your chin. Grabbing it and pulling you closer so that your lips would meet. His hands started to wander across your body, while yours looped around his neck. 

Your kisses started to grow hungrier, more desperate. As if Bucky spotted kissing you, you would fade away. His hands reached the zipper of your pants and pulled it down. Not even breaking from your kiss, Bucky managed to push your pants down. You break from your kiss to get out of them, while Bucky took off his pants and underwear.

He didn’t wait. He pushed you softly back on the wall and started to leave kisses and soft bites all over your neck. 

“Jump, baby girl,” He said softly against your skin, patting your butt.

 And you did just so. Wrapping your legs around his waist, with one of his hands on your ass and another moving your panties to the side. 

“Hold that there, baby. Let me make you feel so good.” Holding his neck with one hand, you moved another hand to hold your panties to the side, to make it easy for him.

“Good girl.”And with one thrust, he was inside you, hitting all the spot. You moaned and gripped the back of his neck tightly.

“Like that doll? Can anyone else do this to you uhn? C’mon doll give me everything you got.” With every word that came out of his mouth, he would thrust hard and deep into you. You felt lightheaded. Your legs tightening around his waist but his thrust wouldn’t stop.

“Fuck, Buck. Don’t stop.” You gasped. Bucky kept kissing your neck. Overloading your senses. You were close, you knew it. Bucky knew it. You could feel him grin against your skin.

“Who makes you feel this good, doll?” He asked. You gasped at his sudden change in pace. He started to thrust more desperately, less controlled. He was close too.

“You. Fuck, only you.Shit, Bucky. I’m going to cum.”  Bucky smirked at you.

“Then cum, doll.” Bucky silenced your cries with his lips. Still thrusting into you, letting you ride your high and getting to his. And that wouldn’t be long.

With one final thrust, Bucky came. He gave you a soft kiss on the lips and let you down.

“I love you, James Buchanan Barnes.” You said, putting on your pants.

“I love you too, Y/N.” He smiled at you. You slapped his chest lightly, which made him laugh.

“I hope you realize that I would never go with discount Captain America over there.” You joked which made Bucky laugh even harder. You both were dressed and tried to look as decent as you could to leave the closet and the base.

“Let’s hope that fucking in an army base won’t be the reason you lose your pardon.” You said, grabbing Bucky’s hand, to give him reassurance. He gave you a smirk.

“Maybe if we let them watch, they won’t take it away,” Bucky replied to you, giving you a wink. 

“Yeah and get John Walker to join would also help your case.” Bucky stopped in his tracks and looked at you.

“Oh, you are gonna get it when we get home.” Now it was your turn to wink at your boyfriend.

“I’m hoping I do.” Bucky shook his head but pulled you closer to him. Wrapping his arm around your shoulders, walking towards the exit of the base. Confident that John Walker couldn’t take you away from him.

[backstabbersblog]

Was Loving Him My Punishment? Part 2.

Hey guys! I’m really happy you guys enjoyed part 1 of this story, I hope you guys enjoy part 2.

It was a tough one to write but here you go!

Enjoy!

“Fezco, I'm pregnant” I said crying.

“Whatcha cryin’ for ma? Shit. We abouta have a baby”.

“Wait, you’re not mad?”

“Ma, why would I be mad? You carryin my baby”

“Ash! You abouta be an Uncle!”

I cried, but this time they were tears of joy. I jumped up on top of Fez and hugged him.

“I love you Fezco”.

“I love you more kid”.

I must’ve been dreaming again, it didn’t feel real. I mean it wasn’t real. None of it was real.

Fezco couldn’t sit, I mean he couldn’t even talk. All he did was pace back and forth. All he thought about was Sharise and how fast things got fucked up. He blamed himself, it should’ve been him to take the bullet, not Sharise. Fezco believed in God, I mean when things got hard, he talked to God, prayed, asked for forgiveness. But this time, God wasn’t answering.

“Are you the family of Sharise Maxwell?” A doctor whose white coat read Dr. Gibson came up to Fez.

“Yeah that would be me, where’s Reese? When can I see her doc?”.

“Sir, I’m afraid we have some good and bad news”.

“What is it? She didn’t make it doc, what the fuck is it?”

“No, she did but the baby didn’t”.

Fezco just started at the doctor like he was nuts.

“What the fuck you talkin’ man, what fucking baby?”.

“I’m sorry, you didn’t know your wife was pregnant?”.

Fezco just flew back into the hospital chair.  Fezco needed a minute to collect himself.

“How long doc, how long was she carryin’ my baby?”

“She was 10 weeks”. The doctor said looking at Reese’s chart.

Fezco gasped. 

“Why didn’t she tell me? I would’ve helped her gone outta there sooner”. Fezco said crying.

“I’m very sorry for your loss, if you want you can go and see her, she’s in room 10″.

Truth was, Fezco had a lot of balls, I mean he was fucking drug dealer, all his life he dealt with some pretty bad people but this time he was weak. Sharise made him weak. He couldn’t even go in there and confront Reese. It was too painful, too real. Why didn’t she tell him sooner? Why couldn’t he protect her and their baby? He had no choice but to go and see her. He needed to let go of his anger, Sharise needed him right now and that was more important to him.

Fezco let out a breath before he walked into Sharise’s room. There she was sleeping peacefully, the monitor beeping every time she took a breath. God he hated seeing her like this. If he had a choice, it would’ve been him laying on that crusty ass hospital bed instead of Reese. He came over and kissed her forehead, he kissed her hand. She began to wake up.

“Baby” Fez said kissing her again.

“Fezco, what happened? you have blood on you, are you hurt?”

“Nah babe, don’t worry about me. I’m fine, right now we worryin’ about you”. Fez said blinking away the fresh tears.

That’s what Fez loved about Sharise, she always put him first, sometimes he’d say to her “Reese, you gotta start thinking about putting yourself first, don’t think about me too much”.

But, no matter the pep talks, no matter how hard he tried to convince her, she’d never listen. She said it was her job to care about Fezco.

“What about Lexi’s play? She’s gonna hate me for missing it”.

“Let’s not worry about that now, right now I want you to get some rest”.

“Fez, what’s the matter, why are you crying? what are you not telling me?”

Before Fez could say anything, Dr. Gibson walked in.

“Ah you’re awake Ms. Maxwell, how are you feeling?”

“Uh I feel fine, what’s going on, why are you acting weird?” Sharise turned to look at Fez.

“You were shot Ms.Maxwell, what do you remember from that time frame?”

“I just remember getting ready for my best friends play, and Custer came and Faye just screaming at Custer, and that was it”.

Fezco couldn’t look Sharise in the face. He couldn’t even tell her what had happened. She’d never forgive him.

“What are you not telling me Fezco, tell me!” Sharise started to get up from the bed.

“Ms.Maxwell your baby didn’t make it, the bullet entered through the stomach into the fetus”.

Sharise froze. All she heard was her heartbeat, it keep beating and beating. She prayed it would stop. Her world stopped. Fezco kept reassuring her that was everything was going to be okay. But even Fez knew that, that was a bullshit lie.

“I can recommend some counseling if you would like”. The doc said checking Reese’s vitals.

Sharise looked at him through her teared filled eyes.

“I don’t want no fucking counseling, I don't even wanna fucking be here right now”. Sharise kept ranting.

“Sharise baby please” Fez said trying to put her on the bed.

“No, don’t me touch me Fezco!” Sharise said pushing Fez away from her.

“Baby please don’t do this”.

“I want you to get the fuck outta here, leave Fezco, fucking go! I don’t wanna fucking see you!” 

Fezco held his tongue back. He didn’t wanna fight with her especially now, she was in pain but she seemed forget so was he. So he lost that battle, he left.

Sharise felt like she couldn’t breathe so she did what anybody would’ve done, she cried. Soon her crying, turned into painful sobs. She knew no matter how painful or how angry she was, deep down inside she knew she’d never stop loving Fezco. And that was dangerous. 

[armyangxls]

Online Friends

Richie Kirsch x Plus Size Reader

Warning(s) : Scream(2022) spoilers, Swearing

Word count : 3151 words

Summary : Reader is online friends with Richie and they were with Tara when she was attacked. they spend time with Richie at the hospital, fluff follows after.

(Note : “reader” is 19)

You were currently calling Richie your online friend of 6 months.

“Helllooo!” You said, when he answered the call.

“Hey!” Richie said.

“Whatcha doing?” You asked.

“I was just rewatching all the Stab movies.” He said.

“Of course you are.” You said, laughing.

“What are you doing?” He asked.

“I was making an edit of Tiffany Valentine.” You said

“Tiffany Valentine is hot!” He said.

“No literally, she is hot!” You said.

“Wanna play twenty questions with facts about ourselves?” You asked.

“You love playing that game, don’t you? And yeah!” He said.

“Yeah, it’s one of the only ways I know how to continue conversations sometimes, and right after I saw Halloween 2018 I looked up Michael Myers fanfictions.”

“The fuck? Sweetie, I don’t think that’s a normal response after seeing old crusty murderers is to look up fanfictions of them.” He said, laughing.

“But we’re not normal people.” You said, laughing.

“Definitely fucking not!” He said.

“Umm my favorite song at the moment is ’What U Call That’ by Chase Atlantic!” He said.

“I love that song!” You said.

“Creepypasta was one of my first fandoms, I read a lot of very weird Jeff the Killer fanfictions.“ You said.

“That is very on brand for you!” He said.

~

*2 weeks later*

The night before you spent it getting stabbed in the stomach, thrown into the counter, all the while trying to protect your friend Tara from ghostface and through it all somehow twisting and spraining your ankle.

You were currently sitting in your hospital bed.

Mindy and Chad sat in chairs in front of your hospital bed, Wes sat down on your bed beside your legs, and Amber crouched beside Tara’s bed.

“So was Ghostface like the one in the movies?” Mindy asked.

“What the hell, Mindy?” Amber asked.

“I was just asking.” Mindy said.

“They were, but they were even more violent and terrifying than the movies.” You said, shuddering at the memories of the night before.

“I-“ Mindy said, getting Interrupted by the door to your room opening, Sam and her friend walked in.

Chad, Mindy, and Amber stood up.

“How you feeling?” Sam said to Tara, walking towards her, resting her hand on Tara’s arm.

“You came.” Tara said to Sam.

“Of course, I came.” “This is my friend Richie.” Sam said.

“So nice to meet you, and I’m so sorry if I’m intruding.” Richie said to Tara.

“Nice to meet you too.” Tara said to Richie.

Sam hugged Chad, Mindy, and Wes. “Hi.” Wes said.

“Hi.” Sam said.

“Thank you for calling.” Sam said.

“Of course.” Wes said

“Look at your hair!” Sam said, ruffling his hair.

“I like it.” She said.

“Hi.” You said.

“Hi.” Sam said, hugging you.

“How are you?” She said. “I’m okay.” You said.

“These are Chad and Mindy the twins, and Wes, I used to babysit them all.” Sam said to Richie.

“This is how I always like to be introduced.” Wes said jokingly, You giggled.

“And Y/N!” Sam said, you waved at Richie.

“Y/N?” Richie asked. “Richie?” You said in surprise, finally recognizing him as your online friend.

“You know each other?” Tara and Sam said in unison.

Richie walked over to the side of your hospital bed

“Yeah, we’re online friends!” You said, smiling.

“Is it okay if I hug you?” He asked.

“Of course!” You said, holding out your arms to him, he wrapped his arms around you being weary of your injuries. You hugged him tightly as much as your injuries let you, The feeling of comfort flowed through you both.

You slowly pulled apart, He stood up straight, grabbing your hand, and gently squeezed it for comfort.

“Well this is Richie, my best friend but not enough of one to tell me about his amazing online friend.” Sam said jokingly, Richie awkwardly waved to your friends.

“Well, you never asked.” Richie joked, Sam jokily rolled her eyes.

“And Amber, hey!” Sam said.

“Hi, nice to see you.” Amber said.

“Where’s mom?” Sam asked Tara.

“She’s stuck at a conference in London, she called me earlier!” Tara said.

“Yeah, for all of ten minutes.” Amber said.

“Uh Guys umm Tara’s really tired, maybe we should give her some space.” Amber said.

“Yeah!” Chad and Wes said, walking out.

Sam started walking out.

“Not you Sam!” Tara said.

Sam turned back around. “I want you to stay.” Tara said

“Okay!” Sam said.

“The rest!” Chad said.

“Yeah!” Mindy said, nodding her head. “Yeah.” Wes said, nodding.

“If it’s okay with you I could sleep here tonight.” Sam said.

“I would really like that.” Tara said.

“Okay.” Sam said.

“Do you have your extra inhaler?” Amber asked Tara.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine.” Tara said to her.

“Okay.” Amber said, grabbing her bag and walking out.

“Uh hey, I’ll just be right outside.” Richie said to Sam.

“Thank you.” Sam said, Richie started to walk out of the room.

“Do you want me to leave the room also?” You asked Sam.

“If you don’t mind.” Sam said, smiling softly.

“Yeah, of course, I just kinda need help with the wheelchair and all.” You said awkwardly.

“I can help you.” Richie said, grabbing the wheelchair beside your bed near the window.

He rolled it to the other side of your hospital bed, he grabbed your hand helping you out of the bed making sure you didn’t fall. You limped to the wheelchair, sitting down. “You okay?” He asked you. “Yeah.” You said

“Thank you.” Sam and Tara said to you.

“Of course!” You said, as Richie pushed your wheelchair out of the room to the hospital waiting room.

~

“You’re you.” He said, entering the hospital waiting room.

“Yeah, I think!” You joked.

“And I’m me.” He said.

“I’d hoped you were, I watch too much ‘Catfish’ to get catfished, it would be overly embarrassing.” You said.

“You’re tall!” You said.

“And you’re short!” He said walking over to the coffee machine.

“So how long have you and Sam been friends?” You asked

“Like 7 months.” He said sitting down beside you at the table

“How long have you and Tara been friends?” He asked.

“A few years.” You said.

~

“I was just about to text you before you and Sam came in. About why I didn’t respond to you last night , I was too busy getting stabbed.” You said.

“I’m so sorry you went through that.” He said. tears welled up in your eyes.

“You okay?” He said, grabbing your hand gently squeezing it.

“Yeah, my eyes are just watering.” You lied.

A loud clang sounds through the room.

You jumped in your wheelchair, looking in the direction of the sound you saw a woman picking up a soda can,

you sighed. Tears started streaming down your face, you looked back over at Richie.

“I was so fucking scared, they almost stabbed me right in the heart, Richie.” You said tears rushing down your face.

“Awh Y/N/N, come here.” He said, pulling your wheelchair closer to his chair. He wrapped his arms around you, hugging you. You rested your head on his shoulder and hugged him back. He rubbed designs on your back.

You both pulled apart from the hug.

“So how did you and Sam meet?” You asked.

“At our job.” He said.

“Oh cool! I’ve never asked, where do you work?” You asked.

“At a bowling alley.“ He said.

“Oh awesome, I love bowling! But Last time I went bowling, I accidentally threw the ball, almost breaking the floor.” You said.

“Maybe, we can go bowling sometime together. I can help you not throw the ball across the room.” He said, laughing.

“Yeah.” You said, smiling.

“You remember the first time we fell asleep on the phone?” You asked.

“Yeah!” He said. “And you said my snoring woke you up. you’re so nice!” He said.

“Yeah and it was the truth, your loud ass snoring did wake me up!” You said

“And I love your cute morning voice.” You mumbled.

“What?” He asked.

“Nothing!” You said.

“Okay… Do you think they’re done talking?” He asked.

“I don’t know, I hope they haven’t teared each other’s hair out.” You jokingly said.

“Yeah, we should probably go check on them.” He said.

“Yeah!” You said.

~

Richie opened the door to your room, You rolled your wheelchair into the room and Richie entered the room after you.

Sam sat in a chair beside Tara’s bed.

“Hey Y/N, Richie.” Sam said to you both.

“Hey.” Richie said to her

“Hi!” You said to her, you roll the wheelchair to your bed, getting up and limping into bed.

“Richie, do you have the keys to the car? I forgot something in the car. ” Sam asked him.

“Yeah, and I’ll come with you.” Richie said, They both walked out of the room.

“So what’s the deal with you and Richie?” Tara asked.

“What do you mean?” You asked, playing innocent.

“You know what I mean, I know that look that innocent doh look that ‘I’m gonna dramatically fall over, just to get their attention’ look.” She said.

“What I- fine, I like him, I’ve liked him since I started talking to him.” You said,

“And I thought I had daddy issues, you like any older guy you see.” Tara said, you gasped.

“What? It’s the truth.” She said.

“What’s with the brutal honesty?” You asked, laughing.

“I guess the brutal near death experience brought it out.” She said, smiling.

~

Sam and Richie walked into the room.

“Hey!” Richie said, sitting down in the chair beside your bed.

“Hi!” You said,

“Y/N I need to tell you something.”

“What?” You asked, with a questioning look.

”I'd take you to the movies, but they don't allow snacks.” He said.

“Richie, what the fuck?” You said laughing, you felt your face heating up.

“Wait, I have another one. If your love is Crystal Lake then I'm Jason Voorhees. Cause I'm drowning in it.” He said, smirking.

“I really need to stop talking to you.” You said.

“Why?” He asked, arching his eyebrow.

“You’re making me laugh, which is making my stab wound hurt.” You said, smiling.

“You always love telling pick up lines, uh?” You said.

“Well, are they working?” He asked, smirking.

“What?” You asked.

“What?” He asked.

~

You yawned.

“You should get some rest.” Richie said.

You always thought sleeping in a hospital would be eery and creepy, but sleeping in a hospital while a murderer is on the loose, absolutely terrified you. And the beeping of the random machines in surrounding rooms definitely didn’t help your nerves.

“I’ll be right here, you’ll be okay.” He said, softly grabbing your hand, squeezing it, and letting it go.

You fully laid down, pushing a button on the remote of the bed to adjust the bed, turning to the side facing Richie. You gently grabbed his hand, holding each other’s hands, he caressed the back of yours.

You slowly fell asleep.

~

You slowly woke up opening your eyes, noticing Richie was watching something on his phone. you adjusted the bed and fully sat up.

“Whatcha watching?” You asked Richie.

He took his headphones out of his ears

“Uh?” He asked. “I was just wondering what you were watching.” You said.

“Stab.” He said. “Oh.” You said. “I uh gotta know what to expect if ghostface tries to attack me.” He said “Yeah.” You said as he sat down on your bed beside your legs.

“They sure did a number on you.” He said, in a sad tone.

“Yeah, I look amazing.” You said flipping your hair jokily.

“You do, you look beautiful, I just wish you didn’t have that giant bruise on your face because of that stupid ghostface.” He said, cupping your cheek, he stared into your eyes, they were like twinkling shining stars.

“Whaat? Did you mean that platonically or romantically? I truly don’t know how to tell the difference.”

“I-“ He said, getting interpreted by Sam waking up and gasping.

“Hey, you okay?” Richie asked Sam, taking his hand off your cheek. You both look at Sam.

“Yeah, just a bad dream.” Sam said.

“I’m gonna go find something to eat.” Sam said, getting out of her chair.

“Yeah, okay!” Richie said to her, as Sam left the room.

You grabbed your phone from the table between Tara’s bed and yours and scrolled through your phone not paying attention as Richie leaves the room.

Suddenly You heard Sam screaming.

~

“I’ve got a body outside a bar on main and then you get attacked here.” Sheriff Judy said to Sam.

“You said the call came from Amber’s number?” Judy asked.

“So? We know he called from my phone, before when he attacked Tara.” Amber said standing beside Tara’s bed and Sam stood on the other side of Tara’s bed.

“Or! And um I’m just spitballing here, you’re the killer.” Richie said to Amber, he was sitting on your bed beside your legs.

“And where were you when all this happened?” Judy asked Richie.

“I was… watching Netflix.” Richie said

“Ooh yeah, super solid alibi bro!” Amber said.

“So, where were you?” Richie asked her.

“I was questioning Amber and her friends at the sheriff's station.” Judy said.

“Yeah, I came as soon as I heard. But you know the Netflix alibi is good too.” Amber said.

“Both of you stop it!” Judy said

“They’re gonna put more cops on their room right?” Sam asked Judy.

“Yes, and I can move you to a private floor. Deputy Vincent knows what he’s doing, you’ll be safe.” Judy said.

“Like we’ve been so far?” Sam remarked.

“Samantha, let’s step outside.” Judy said, opening the door and walking out of the room with Sam closing the door after them.

~

Sam opens the door and walks into the room.

“Well, she remains a delight.” She said.

“You okay?” Tara asks Sam.

“Umm would you mind giving us a second, I need to talk to Tara.”

“Come on Netflix and Tumblr, let’s go!” Amber said, walking to the door. Richie helped you in the wheelchair, you rolled out of the room Richie walked behind you, Sam shut the door behind you both.

~

You rolled down the hallway with Amber walking beside you.

“Netflix or should I say your secret boyfriend over there seems really suspicious, maybe you should listen to that saying ‘stranger danger’.” Amber said, you rolled your eyes.

“He’s not a stranger Amber, I’ve known him longer than I’ve known you.” You said.

“Sure, but I guess you never truly know someone.” She said, turning around and walked away.

“Bitch what the fuck?” You thought.

~

You rolled around the hallway for a while, until you heard the door to your room open and shut close. you turned your wheelchair around and you saw Sam crying and Richie walking to her.

You rolled your wheelchair to your room, opened the door and rolled into the room, and closed the door. Entering the room you saw Tara bawling her eyes out.

“Is everything okay? What happened?” You asked her

“I don’t wanna talk right now.” Tara said, looking up at you.

“Okay, but just know you can talk to me about anything and at any time.” You said, softly smiling at her.

“I know, thank you Y/N/N.” Tara said, softly smiling at you.

“I love you.” You said to her

“I love you too.” Tara said.

~

{Sam and Richie conversation outside the room.}

“I’m gonna go to the hotel until morning because Tara hates my guts right now.” Sam

“I’ll stay here with y/n, are you gonna be okay alone?” Richie asked.

“Yeah, of course just please keep Tara and Y/N safe, make sure nothing happens to them. And I’ll pick you up in the morning, so we can go talk to him.” Sam said.

“I will! See you in the morning, stay safe!” Richie said.

~

“Hi!” Richie said to you, walking into the room.

“Hi!” You said softly. He sat in the chair beside your bed..

“What were we talking about before everything? Oh yeah, I was saying that I meant that romantically, what do you feel about that?” He said, smirking.

“I feel the same way I think you’re beautiful too I-, Actually yeah fuck gender norms men are beautiful, you’re beautiful!”

“I- what am I even saying I-“ You said getting interrupted by Richie cupping your cheeks with his hands.

“Wanna kiss?” He asked, smirking.

You eagerly nodded, not trusting your mouth to say anything that would make any sense.

Your lips met his, your mind racing yet so empty of thoughts. The feeling of comfort and love flowed through both of you, You both apart from the kiss and you rested forehead your on his.

~

“Wanna watch ’Are You Afraid of The Dark?’ ? I know it’s one of your comfort shows.“ He asked, standing up and sitting next to you on the bed.

“You remembered?” You asked.

“Of course, I even remember that you had a crush on-“

He said and You covered his mouth with your hand.

“No just no.” You said. “And sure! I would love to.” You said, smiling and removed your hand from his mouth.

He grabbed his phone from his pocket, putting the show on.

“Cuddles?” He asked.

“Yesss, I thought you would never ask!” You said jokingly, he wrapped his arm around your plush waist.

~

“I love your curls, they’re so pretty and soft!” You said, running your fingers through his hair, his hair as soft as a cloud.

He kissed your forehead, cheeks, then your lips

“You’re so lovely.” He said, smiling.

“Thanks.” You said, softly smiling

“You’re lovely too.” You said.

~

You rested your head on his shoulder, absorbing the moment. The sound of the show, his soft flannel against your cheek, and his hand around your waist.

He removed his hand from around your waist and reached over to the remote on the other side of you, accidentally pushing his arm into your wound on your stomach.

“Ow!” You gasped as pain rushed through you.

“I’m so so sorry! Are you okay?” He asked.

“Yeah, it’s just sore. Why didn’t you just ask me for the remote?”

“I thought you were asleep!” He said,

“I wasn’t, I was more absorbed in the moment.” You said, smiling.

“Are you ready to go to sleep?” He asked.

“Yeah, you promise you’ll stay by my side all night?” You said, pushing the button on the remote adjusting the bed.

“I promise.” He said, fully laying down. Turning on his side facing you, putting his arm around your plush stomach.

“Goodnight Richie.” You softly said.

“Goodnight Y/N/N.” He softly said, kissing your cheek.

Note(s) : I hope you guys like the fanfic!!

Richie is my bf!!

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Dean Winchester - Wound (Part 8)

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Summary: Reader tries to cope with the death of her friend, but it's not the most pressing issue in this chapter.

Warnings: Ghost. Grief. Emotional sad.

WC: 2131

Sorry, this one took so long to upload! Midterms in uni, you know? Thank you to everyone who reads! I'm continually surprised to find ya'll around, haha.

P.S. I'm struggling with some writer's inspo, not sure exactly where I want to story to go. We'll get there! I've got a few ideas, they're just not on paper yet.

You exited the bathroom, Dean’s soft, cotton t-shirt hanging lifelessly off your body. The clothes you changed out of were crumpled in your hand, dirty memories sticking to them. You stared at them, exhaustion, grief and guilt making your mind numb. Should you throw them on the floor? Put them in Dean’s bag? Hold them all night? You lifted your gaze around the small motel room; 24 hours ago you were fighting for your life to leave, now you were more than happy to spend the nights here. You had no concept that your life could yet again become any more chaotic- any more horrific.

Dean turns his head at your exit the bathroom, a bundle of clothes in hand. Your eyes were glazed over and your chest barely moved to show you were breathing. A pang of pity hit Dean’s heart as we walked over, He understood all too well. Your gaze turns to him as he approaches, trying to look like you were attentive, he could see through the mask. He grimaced as he takes your clothes, tossing them onto his bag.

Dean wrings his hands as he looks at you, forgetting how to be caretaker for someone that’s not his brother. You squint at him as he clears his throat.

“You ready for bed?” He asked awkwardly. Your vision moves up and down, seemingly in control of itself. Sam placed a hand on your shoulder as he brushed by.

“Y/N,” Sam said. Your eyes swing lazily to him. “I’m really sorry for your loss.” He said. You again nod slowly. Thanks Sam is what you wanted to say, or maybe that’s very kind or something other than nodding again. But it felt like your vocal cords has been ripped out, along with your emotions. You tried to smile, but it came out a grimace.

Sam moved into the bathroom, and it was only after you noticed you were staring at the empty space where Dean had been, did you slowly walk to bed because that’s what you were supposed to do.

Dean leaned on his arm as he watched you pull back the covers. His nervousness spiked as he waited to see where you’ll lay, with your back to him like the night before, or in his arms like earlier tonight. How quickly the tides turn. He felt increasingly guilty about dragging you into this mess, it didn’t get much worse than this. You slump onto the mattress, your limbs like lead. Grabbing the covers, you pull them tight as you move towards Dean. You didn’t ask- you didn’t even make eye contact as you snuggle your nose and body against Dean’s chest. The sheets slipped as Dean rested his arm over your waist, you couldn’t care. But Dean pulled the blankets higher, knowing it’s what Sammy liked when he was upset. His hand slipped onto your back, locking the blankets in place and pulling you closer, hiding you in the warm tent he created.

You weren’t sure what time it was when you woke, but Dean was already out of bed, talking in hushed tones with Sam at the table. You squinted and stared at the two, your eyes felt dry and crusty. A groan escaped your throat as you rolled onto your back, rubbing your eyes fiercely. Despite having slept so long, you felt tired, and your eyes and throat were sore. Something was off. Why were you back in this bed? Hadn’t you figured it all out? You thought the three of you had discovered the monsters and- *BAM*. In a flash, the events of last night unfold again. The blood and gore, the overwhelming feelings, the numbness. Ya that’s what was off.

Your lips quiver and you shut them tight before taking a deep breath. The brother’s discussion stopped as chairs scraped the ground, the sound of the door closing echoing around the room. The sound of blunt footsteps approached the bed, then the bed slowly dip. Dean’s presence was both comforting and brooding in the silence.

“Sammy went to the scene to see if he could find anything.” Dean explained. You nodded with your eyes still covered. What would you do now? Joanne was one of your best friends. Crushing guilt came over you. You should’ve stayed back and helped Sam. You shouldn’t have stopped research, shouldn’t have gone out on a stupid date with a stupid boy.

“I shouldn’t have stopped.” You said, opening your eyes to the ceiling and running your hands through your hair. “I should’ve came back with Sam, trying to find a way to kill that thing.” Your voice was thick and shaky as your spoke. Dean knew the feeling, the guilt- and the truth.

“You couldn’t have done anything, Y/N.” Dean said. “You couldn’t have saved her. It was the wrong place… wrong time.” He wasn’t trying to be mean, but it was the hunter’s life. You scoffed aggressively.

“I could’ve talked to her, kept her around longer.” You suggested as tears slipped out of your eyes again. “Drug her into another stupid conversation. Let someone else go in.” Your voice was low as you admitted it.

“You really think you could’ve stopped her? It didn’t seem like anyone could.” Dean said. You sighed. That was true, once that girl had something in mind no one could stop her.

Dean cleared his throat and shifted on the bed. He wasn’t sure when it was the right time, but it was better now than never. His voice was cautionary as he spoke.

“This guilt, this feeling? It will eat you from the inside out.” You peaked an eye at his change in tone. “Don’t let it consume you too.” He said. You frowned, not understanding the deeper meaning to his words. Could this feeling really dictate the actions of another? You turned over the idea as you stared at his hard gaze.

Through foggy thoughts, your gaze drifted as you mulled over his words. There were lines and wrinkles etched into the corners of his mouth, around his eyes, and you wondered if each one represented a story. He had a scar just above his jaw, the wear and tear of the job evident on his body. His green eyes had a depth, a shadow to the deep sea. It was then that you realized how much devotion this man had to the job, how hard he worked to keep people like you, like Joanne, safe when he could. If he said there was nothing you could have done, you believed him.

You pulled yourself against the headboard, dropping Dean’s gaze and sighing. You wiped your tears and sat quietly, already weary from the day.

“I had a good time last night,” Dean said with a shy smile, drawing your gaze back. “Well, before the…” he trailed off, hoping you’d catch his meaning. You grimaced and reflected. It was nice, it was good to be by Dean at that moment. Actually, there’s no one else you would’ve wanted around. No one else could’ve thrown off the weight of the hunt and made you smile. No one else could’ve understood what happened when Joanne died. No one else would’ve been as comforting to be around when shit hit the fan. You looked at Dean again, vowing to offer whatever you could to protect- to give back to these men. You nod at Dean’s comment.

“I did too.” You said quietly, but you meant everything, before and after Joanne. Dean gave a small smile back.

“You want some breakfast?” He asked. You clenched your jaw, shaking your head.

“Not hungry.” The thought of food made you feel sick right now. Dean nodded, he understood.

“I’m gonna do some more research.” He said standing from the bed.

It took you a while, but you too found yourself at the table. The words swam away from comprehension, like trying to catch a fish with your hands. But it was better than brooding in bed. You sat staring at the table, wanting to know if Sam had found anything, but not quite ready to ask. You sighed at looked out the window into the bright light.

It took a moment for your eyes to adjust, but once they did, you straightened your posture, pulling your shoulders back. You’ve never seen anything like this, but it gave the same bone chill as before.

“Dean.” You said in a small voice. Dean lifted his head from his hand, looking at you. Dean saw your wide eyes and followed your vision out the window. He saw it too, making his body cold.

“Dammit.” He said. He rose to get his gun, barely taking his eyes off the ghost.

You couldn’t believe you were seeing this. It was a woman in a pink dress, parts of her transparent. Her face was pallor, but her eyes were dark and menacing. You tried to move but were frozen in your seat.

“D- Dean?” You said. He rushed to you, pulling you away from the window. You stumbled as you tried to find your footing.

“Stay close.” Dean said. You stared out the window, looking at the specter one moment, then empty air the next. Confusion and panic washed over you. Were you imagining it? Maybe you imagined the whole scenario.

You didn’t have time to reason as you suddenly saw your breath. The room dropped to a considerably cold temperature, the outside of your body reflecting the inside. You looked back out the window, trying to see if the ghost had returned when a loud *BANG!* was heard from beside you. You yelp and drop to your knees, head swiveling around the room. You were quick enough to see something in the room trailing into a million dust particles. Dean scans the room again before reaching into his bag and pulling out an iron bar. He passes it to you.

“Here. If that thing reappears, hit it with that.” He commands. You rise slowly to your feet, both hands on the rod.

“What is it doing here?” You ask in a panicky voice.

“It probably followed the books.” Dean reasoned.

Dean places himself behind you, back to back. The apparition reappears, this time in front of you. You freeze again, suddenly not sure how to swing a stick. It moves at lightning speed and hits you square in the chest, sending you backwards into Dean. You and Dean hit the floor with a thud and a grunt, the crowbar flying out from your hand. Dean spins around, seeing the ghost. He scrambles to his feet and grabs his gun. He lifts it to aim but the ghost is too fast. It throws Dean through the air, supposedly by some magic, before his body hits the mirror, shattering it.

The hit stuns Dean as the specter slowly approaches him. You recognize the slow movement, it’s the same type of stalking an animal does before a kill. You have to act, need to do something. But what? Despite your shaking body, you scramble to your rod. You lift it, not sure if your shaking legs can bring you fast enough to the ghost. You solve the problem another way.

“Hey! You!” You yell at the specter. It turns its head, then its body. You have its full attention now. Your eyes go wide, you weren’t sure that was the wisest thing. In a moment of panic, you throw the bar, slicing straight through the ghost. It hit the wall, inches from Dean’s head, making him flinch fiercely. You watch in awe as the ghost again fades, like dust in the wind. With the immediate danger gone, you scramble over to Dean.

“Hey! Dean!” You say, shaking him. He looks at you, squinting.

“Was that necessary?” He asked aggressively.

“Dean what do we do?” Your voice was tight with fear. He grunted and rose.

“We gotta burn those books.” he said. You helped him to his feet. Dean grabbed the ammo bag while you took the books into your arms. They were the last thing you wanted to touch, but you couldn’t think, just follow orders.

You were still in a panic as you rounded the motel corner with Dean. He took a quick look around the alley- it was empty. He told you to put the books on the ground and reached into his bag, grabbing a squirt bottle and matches. You stood beside Dean as he doused the books in gasoline and lit a match. He was about to drop it when you stopped his arm. He quickly turned to you.

“Are you sure about this?” You asked. “The books may still be useful.” He looked at you then at the books.

“No.” He said before setting the books ablaze.

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Their friends don't like you

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Bang Chan

° Would want to keep his relationships and friendships separate for this reason alone, he knew you and Bam Bam wouldn't see eye to eye and didn't want to choose either of you over the other.

° You kept your mouth shut about your dislike for Chan's friend for his own sake. You didn't want to ruin a close friendship he had, but Bam Bam on the other hand would constantly ask why Chan likes you.

° Chan got a bit annoyed with his friend due to how petty it was coming off after a while. You could say hi to him and Bam Bam would find something off about it, which made Chan more and more frustrated.

° You didn't say anything bad about Bam Bam, and Chan saw how much of the bigger person you were being. He didn't want to see you being picked on constantly, even if it was by his close friend.

° The last straw was when Bam Bam tried to hook him up with someone else behind your back, all of his frustrations built up inside him and his temper went through the roof. He officially had enough.

"Chan I want you to meet-"

"Stop! I'm sorry to whoever you are you seem very nice. But I'm in love with Y/n and they never say a bad thing about you, yet you hate on them constantly. If you don't apologize for everything, we're done."

Lee Know

° In all honesty, it took a while for you and Minho to like each other. You had a Tom and Jerry relationship for years, until you finally let him see past the wall you always build up. He's the only one who ever saw the true you.

° This is why the members didn't get what Minho saw in you, and everytime he said 'you don't see who they truly are.' they thought it was just an excuse to make you seem more likeable.

° Most of the members gave you a chance, but one was very hesitant to. Jisung didn't trust you, and did not want to see Minho get hurt at all. This is why he refused to give you one more chance after an incident.

° You opened up to the other members, apologizing for your behavior. You explained you had a terrible day that day and became very crusty, they accepted it and welcomed you with open arms. Except for Jisung.

° This awkward relationship with Jisung went on for months, even when you tried to reach out to him. Other members would even comment on how nice you truly were, but he just couldn't trust you.

"Maybe I should try talking to Jisung once more."

"No it's useless, he apparently just doesn't want me to be happy."

Changbin

° Thought your double date with Wooyoung and r/n went great, that is until Wooyoung texted him at midnight telling him how much of a let down you were. Even if it was in a joking manner, it genuinely hurt.

° He saw how happy you were to make a new 'friend', and couldn't dissolve that beautiful smile just because the reality of it was false. Wooyoung thought you were a bore, while you thought he was amazing.

° Changbin would distance himself slowly from Wooyoung, not appreciating the way he describes you. He didn't want him to come over and say those terrible words in your presence, it would break your heart.

° But Wooyoung noticed his friends absence, and decided to head over to your shared apartment where you two were cuddling while watching spirited away. Changbin's heart immediately sank.

° Wooyoung took Changbin aside to talk, and you could hear every words thanks to thin walls and their loud voices. You truly saw Wooyoung as a friend, and it hurt to hear how he felt about you.

"How can you date someone who is so boring, you can do so much better."

"I'm starting to think I could get some much better friends instead."

Hyunjin

° His best friend has a humongous crush on him for years, and thought she could finally get him. Until you came along and stole his heart, this caused fury to infect her bloodstream and needs of destroying you.

° Hyunjin was friends with her, but never saw her as a best friend and had much closer friendships. All of the closer friends adored you, you even became best friends with Seungmin after one hang out.

° This is why it came off much more suspicious to Hyunjin when she all of a sudden accused you of beating her up the day prior. Hyunjin knew you wouldn't hurt a fly, so why was she lying to him?

° He was about to ask why, when you opened the door to the Stray Kids dorms. She noticed your entrance and launched herself onto Hyunjin. He pushed her off and wiped his lips profusely.

° Now knowing the reason behind her lies, he demanded her to leave. Not giving a single care about their now ruined friendship. His tone was harsh and furious, clearly unimpressed with her actions.

"But Jinnie, you know you love me more. Y/n doesn't deserve you."

"I never liked you like that, now leave before I make you."

Han

° You didn't know how loyal Jisung was to his friends until you hung around them, he'd sometimes completely ditch you just to hang out with them. This made you feel irritated naturally.

° When you snapped at Felix, all of them looked at you with an unimpressed face. Your own boyfriend clueless as to why you snapped at his friend who kept stealing him from you.

° The drive home with Jisung was silent, tension filling the empty car. You had a suspicion that your relationship was on its last string and you just ran at it with scissors, this terrified you.

° Once you walked into your apartment and sat on the couch, you braced yourself for the words that were about to leave Jisung's lips. Knowing they were going to be the last ones from his that you'll ever hear.

° He stood at the door way with a sad look in his eyes, explaining to you that it isn't your fault it is his. Before expressing many apologies, just to end with 'we're over'. Just like that, he gave up on your relationship.

"Just say it Jisung, just get it over with."

"I'm sorry y/n, but I'm breaking up with you."

Felix

° You were visiting Felix's family for the holidays, getting to know his friends and family. One of his childhood friends gave you bad vibes, constantly catching his eyes on you even though you were Felix's.

° You tried to ignore his antics for a couple days, but then he tried to get physical. He pinched your hum while waiting in line. Causing you to yelp and jump away from the creepy man claiming to be Felix's friend.

° The same night you asked Felix about the man, finding out Felix didn't even consider him a friend. Only ever sharing a couple of classes with him, he soon followed up with the question you dreaded "why?".

° The moment you explained the events, you were embraced into your boyfriend's safe arms. Sighing in discomfort as he scowled at nothing, wishing that nothing was the man who made you uncomfortable.

° the next day the man tried to visit you at your hotel room, only to be answered by Felix who immediately turned sour the moment he saw him. Before the man could speak, Felix flipped him off and shut the door.

"Babe who was it?"

"No one important, just some weirdo."

Seungmin

° You shared the same classes with Jeongin all throughout your school years. And both of you despised each other, a competition always brewing between the two of you no matter the subject.

° You hoped to never see his face again after you graduated, but your hopes were crushed when your boyfriend Seungmin introduced you to his best friend... Yang Jeongin. Both of you just stood there in complete shock.

° Seungmin thought their was a history with you two, assuming it was romantically since neither of you ever mentioned each other to him. You could cut the tension with a butter knife, which made Seungmin feel hurt.

° He pulled you aside and asked you if you and Jeongin dated in the past, making you silently gag in your mouth at the thought. Sure you had a crush on him in middle school, but it ended quickly after.

° Jeongin overheard the conversation, jumping out from the corner with a very disgusted face. Letting out small ew noises at the thought of you two dating. Seungmin was half ways relieved at the truth.

"Ew Ew Ew, why would you think that? *shivers*."

"I thought the tension was romantically not from high school feuding."

Jeongin

° Your ex Hyunjin was Jeongin's best friend, which made for a very awkward meeting when Jeongin had no clue about your dating history. Both you and Hyunjin cheated on each other, and never really buried the hatchet.

° Both you and Hyunjin tired to stay calm and act normal for Jeongin's sake. But it was clear just how awkward and uncomfortable the two of you seemed to be, especially since neither of you talked to each other.

° Hyunjin was worried you'd break his friend's heart while you were worried Hyunjin would just drag Jeongin into trouble and cause some serious trust issues. Neither of you trusting each other one bit.

° Jeongin say both of you down after an hour of awkward silence, demanding one of you to tell the truth on why you are acting so odd around one another. Slightly concerned for the possibility of a blossoming crush.

° both you and Hyunjin revealed your sides of the story to Jeongin, your heart cracking slightly at the hurt look in his eyes. He wasn't going to leave either of you, but it did hurt knowing you both hid this from him.

[haloshornsinkstains]

33. You Look Terrible

y/n groaned as her eyes cracked open, the bright white of the room making her shut them again almost immediately. She could hear the beeping of machines, and then the scraping of chairs as whoever was in the room rushed to her side.

“Doll, you awake?” 

y/n frowned. That was not Shouta, or Rumi. Groaning she opened her eyes again, wincing at the brightness that invaded her vision, at least until it was shadowed out by the two figures looming over her.

“Heh, you look terrible.” She croaked.

“Better than you doll.” Dabi huffed, letting Tomura push him aside with a glass of water.

y/n took it, smiling softly at the two of them as she sipped the cool liquid. 

“You idiots didn’t sleep here did you?”

“Someone needed to watch over you.” Tomura grumbled.

“There’s a whole bunch of doctors and nurses out there paid to do that.” y/n hummed, gesturing vaguely to the door.

“They might have missed something.” He huffed back.

“Yeah, while they were getting a new chair because you dusted one when the monitor beeped funny.” Dabi scoffed.

“Don’t think I can’t see the singed bedsheets.” y/n sighed, shaking her head. “You’re a pair of idiots, you should have gone and got some proper rest. I doubt I was doing anything interesting in the… uh, however long I was out.”

“About 24 hours. I couldn’t… we couldn’t leave you.” Tomura grumbled, pulling a chair up beside the bed and burying his face in the covers beside her.

y/n shook her head, but she was still smiling softly at them. “Dumbasses, the pair of you. Thank you. I love-”

“You idiot! What were you thinking?”

“Good to see you too Rumi.”

“Don’t ‘good to see you’ us you demon woman, what sort of idiot plan is running off to the address on a threat? At least one of the dumbasses in your apartment had enough braincells to tell us.”

y/n winced, glancing between Rumi and Shouta, trying to sum up words to explain or apologise, when Keigo pushed his way between them.

“You really scared us for a moment there you know? I’m glad you’re safe.”

“Aww Birdy! Come here!” She opened her arms for a hug, motioning for Keigo to come over until he did, burying his face in her neck. “How bad was it?”

“They had to remove a few bullets, one was lodged in the bone. You needed a lot of blood, four or five units. You were trying to fight without getting close weren’t you? Idiot.” Shouta grumbled, rubbing his face.

“I gave everyone a lot of trouble huh?” y/n huffed, gently pushing Keigo off her. “I’m sorry.”

“We’re just glad you’re alive, who’d go drinking and cause chaos with me if something happened to you huh?”

“Your department would fall apart without you, and I’d be stuck with the paperwork.”

“And I’m not looking after those two. So no more stunts like that okay?”

“I get it. I love you guys.” y/n sniffled, “you two included. Next time I’ll let you know before I run off to take down a bad guy.”

“There won’t be a next time.” Shouta grumbled, stepping forwards and ruffling her hair. “I’ll ask them to keep you tied up if I have to.”

“Sounds kinky, might be fun.”

“Atta girl.” Rumi laughed, settling down across the bed. “Now, you have to tell me what happened. We got there after all the excitement was pretty much over. You two as well! I need the full story.”

“So, what was that you were saying before they appeared doll?”

When everyone had left, with promises to bring the others to visit and to organise her discharge asap, y/n looked over at Tomura and Dabi.

She wrinkled her nose. “I don’t remember. Surely you two should go get some rest?”

“Wait, are you getting amnesia now? Should I get a nurse?”

Both of them turned to stare at Tomura, Dabi yanking him back down into his seat.

“C’mon doll, you know what you said.”

She glanced up at the choked yelp that came from beside her, while Dabi laughed.

“Fine. Tomura Shigaraki, Dabi, you’re both dumbasses and I love you. Both.”

“Well since Crusty isn’t going to answer, we think you’re alright too.”

Y/n grumbled under her breath, staring down at the thin hospital blanket. Suddenly it seemed much harder to say, now the adrenaline of waking had started to wear off. Idly she wondered if a little extra morphine would help. Beside her Dabi coughed, clearly impatient.

“Just tell her we love her idiot!”

y/n laughed, shaking her head. “Maybe this wasn’t all bad then.”

“Oh and it’s Touya. Touya Todoroki.”

“WHAT?! And just when I promised not to run off and punch any more bad guys!”

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- taglist is closed now, we're nearly at the end

- the fandom 🤝 y/n

Being ready to throw hands with Endeavour at a moments notice

- Nothing like a near death experience to get everyone's feelings out in the open eh?

- y/n had to stay in hospital for another couple of days for monitoring. She did force the boys to go home and shower, though they only did so after the others promised they'd stay to watch her while they were gone.

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