#but holy hell when something grabs a hold of me it is crazy

[godofsmallthings]

what you guys don't understand is that for a period of almost three months i would go to class every day and just refresh my pinterest to look at things to crochet and pics of katya to thirst over and that was my entire personality

#the katya vibration has calmed down significantly (i think probably bc post-wisdom teeth surgery i spent like 6hrs a day watching t&k #content for like 3-4 days straight) #and now she has just joined the arsenal of the besties #but holy hell when something grabs a hold of me it is crazy #they need to study my brain in a lab like what is going on in there #vi is typing...

[kittyamore0]

Slashers find out their S/O has killed:

[Part 3]

Cw: blood, murder, sexual themes, GN! Reader, blood kink, sex mentions

CHARACTERS: Bo Sinclair, Lester Sinclair, Bubba Sawyer, Kurt Kunkle, Patrick Bateman, Hannibal Lector, Normal Bates

BO SINCLAIR

He was trying to lure in victims into his house for Vincent to kill

"Let me help you with that,"

BAM!

Blood splatters all over him

"THE FUCK-"

He's absolutely shocked

The hell did you come from?

"Sorry, Baby Bo."

He's finally staring at you, and you're holding a goddamn bat

A bloody bat.

Theres blood on him.

And it belongs to the person he was trying to lure in...

click. He could quite literally hear that noise as it finally clicked in his mind about what you had done

You just killed the person he was trying to lure in...

"H-HOLY SHIT!-"

"Y-YOU JUST?!-"

"WHERE DID YOU?!-"

"HUH?!"

He's just staring at you while you wipe the blood off his messy, bloody shirt

He snaps out of his daze when you land quick peck on his chapped lips

And where you this hot...?!

Needless to say, hes was very shocked and confused.

He still is, but hes come to an acceptance that you also kill people

LESTER SINCLAIR

"Les, i got something!"

"coming!"

He hopped in the truck and ruffled your hair

"Good job! What animal did you get?"

"You'll see~"

What in the hell did you mean by that.

He shrugged it off and let you drive

He noticed that the closer you guys got to your catch, the animals did in fact NOT look like animals

It looks like two people inspecting 4 dead bodies

wait,

WHAT THE FUCK-

Blood spilled all over the car windows

You just sat there laughing

When he got into the truck, he was expecting you got a roadkill

NOT FUCKING 6 HUMAN DEAD BODIES

He's shocked, he will not get over this

"O-oh, well, i have a killer S/O. That's nice..."

He's trying to rethink his life while you're just sitting there hugging him with dead bodies in front of the car

BUBBA SAWYER

He had just come back from chasing around a group full of boys and girls

He was very upset

He only managed to get 3 out of 6!

the other 3 went missing

He just assumed they had escaped

Though, there was no trail that they had escaped

Which confused him greatly

He noticed you cutting up something

Then he saw three heads and one alive chicken

Just what he needed

Some nice dinner

Wait.

Where'd you get those heads?

WAIT WERE THOSE THE OTHER THREE?!-

"Hey, Bub. These rascals were running around the house, and i wasn't going to let them make a mess here."

He's silent for a minute

"Bub? is something wrong?-"

You yelped when he picked you up and hugged your body against his

Happy babbling from him

KURT KUNKLE

Lets all be honest,

You both would use both of you're craziness to get fame

You would wear a mask while filming yourself stabbing someone

He would pretend that its special effects

Only on Halloween since its more believable

Has you hiding in the trunk of the car so you can pop out and slit the persons throat

Will actually laugh at this

He'll do those couple challenges with you after you'd just killed someone

Just watches you as you kill one of his passengers

Will automatically say 'no' if someone asked for help

He'll start driving crazy fast just to scare the passengers

Not too fast where the cops had to stop him though

He first met you when you were robbing a convenience store

You had a mask on and a gun held in your hand

He was confused on how the police hadnt come yet

That was until he saw that the cameras were shot down

You had killed almost everyone and was money and some snacks

You noticed his figure standing there, so you pointed your gun at him

"Woah, woah! Lets calm down now, alright?"

You held your gun down

You thought he was cute

He was your type

So, you just hopped over the counter and grabbed him

"W-wait, where we going?!-"

You ran out of the back door and into an alleyway

You took off your mask and put your index finger to your lips

He thought you was mad cute

"U-uh, so, whats your n-name? im Kurt-"

"Shut up, and move faster."

PATRICK BATEMAN

He honestly would not care

Oh, you kill?

Well, he kills too!

He would most likely team up with you, his S/O, to get rid of people who annoyed him

He thinks you're attractive when you kill

Sex after you or him had killed

He would literally go DOWN on you

slight blood kink

But doesn't like it when you have someone else's blood on you while you two are getting intimate

Doesn't like someone else's blood on him either

So, he'll shower or have you shower first

And after that, he'll pull out that knife and make little nips and cuts on your body

One way of him marking you

He'll show you off even more

He honestly knows if someone tried flirting with you, they'd be gone

And not because of him

HANNIBAL LECTOR

He came home and couldnt find you

He had checked everywhere in the house, except for one place

The garage

He opened the garage door to see you holding 2 huge bagged items

And 4 un-bagged...

Human bodies...

And 3 chickens

"Han! We ran out of food, so i got what you liked and something for me as well. Do remind me, which organ do you like best?"

He was shocked to say

But he quickly got over it

"Any is fine, dear."

He had a sincere smile plastered on his face

This made him feel more secure about you

His S/O went through the trouble to make him dinner that fits his interesting taste?

How...

Lovely.

He would have to find out a way to repay you

NORMAN BATES

He liked you. A lot.

But his mother didnt

At first.

You stepped into the bates motel with someone else with you

Norma, Normans mother, was already judging you

Norma took over when you went into your room with that other person

He made it towards your room, in front of your door

Then he heard screams

Norma was absolutely shocked

He used the master key to open the door and saw you murdering the other person you had come into the motel with

Norma took a liking to you

Someone who was like her son...

She didn't like the thought of her son, Norman, around people like you

But you were an exception

Norman had also liked you

The next day, Norman had took it upon himself to talk to you

Norma had encouraged him too

"H-hi, Im-Im Norman."

"Hello, Norman."

He fainted.

#hannibal #norman bates #bates motel #patrick bateman #bubba saywer x reader #bubba leatherface #american pyscho #house of wax #texas chainsaw massacre #texas chainsaw 3d #texas chainsaw the beginning #texas chainsaw 2 #lester sinclair #bo sinclair #sinclair brothers #house of wax 2005 #spree x reader #spree movie #kurt kunkle

[sailing-through-hawkins]

had this in my head and then saw this post by @babyboyargyle so i took it as a sign to write it out! it's not perfect but it was fun (*^▽^*)

Say what you want to about monsters and killers and the apocalypse but at least this time they've got all-day access to pizza. Steve doesn't really know where this guy came from but damn, he makes a great margherita.

"Guys, this is Argyle," Jonathan introduces, waving towards a man with very, very long hair, holy shit.

Steve takes a second from hammering nails into the fifth bat that he's been tossed to give the guy a nod. He nods back, eyes flitting between the bat in Steve's hands to the bandages wrapped around his waist. But Steve's used to everyone keeping an eye on his wounds, from his stomach to his back to his arms to his head. He's a magnet for damage, that's just how it is.

"Hey man," Steve greets with a wave and gets back to hammering. "Welcome to the shitshow."

"Y-yeah," Argyle swallows with another nod. "Glad to be here."

At first, he seemed like a great addition. Argyle's funny, chill in a way that Steve hasn't experienced since '83, maybe even before that. Despite all the monsters lurking and the crackling in the air, dude kept his cool and got to work on food supplies and even teaching everyone how to do tracking shit like something out of a nature show.

But then, on their way back to the base (also known as Steve's fucking house), Jonathan's team is almost swarmed by demodogs and Steve and Robin have to run out to give 'em hell.

Ha, giving hell to the hellbeasts. Is that irony? Dustin would call it irony, Steve thinks.

After a little carnage and some (very therapeutic, according to Robin) violence, they manage to annihilate the 'dogs and get Will to throw their tracks off so they have their safe zone for a bit longer at least, but Argyle is quiet and frantic-eyed the entire walk home. It unsettles Steve, all that antsy energy building up under the surface.

Once safely inside, Jonathan and Nancy start on organizing the new supplies. It's when Jonathan manages to drop a water bottle that all that tension finally bursts.

"Shit, oh man, shit, shit, oh my god!" Argyle's pacing back and forth, hands scrunching up into his scalp which, yikes, not a good look for that mane. "This is so messed up, this is crazy, this is so messed up!"

Jonathan steps forward with a, "Argyle, Argyle, listen -"

"No, no, no, last time I listened to you, there was an open grave in front of me and now there's like fifty thousand demons out there! The world is fucking crazy right now, man, I am freaking out! I am -"

Okay, damage control time.

"Hey, hey, hey -" Steve shifts himself into Argyle's line of sight, holding his hands up and letting out a low whistle. "Dude, take a breath, alright?"

Which is apparently all the guy needs to latch his hands onto Steve's shoulders very, very tightly, holy shit, this guy's grip. "How am I supposed to breathe when -"

"Look at me, in-and-out, alright?" Steve exaggerates his own breathing, letting Argyle take his time in copying the motions. "In, out, in, out, you're doing good. It's pretty scary out here, huh?"

Argyle's grip on his shoulders tenses but Steve quickly grabs onto his wrists, gives them a short squeeze, and suddenly all that tension deflates. Which means physical contact is a go for reassurance, nice. "Yeah."

"I get it, man, I do. First time I got into this shit? I was ready to hightail it outta there and never look back, y'know?" He looks up from under his lashes, giving the guy what he hopes is a comforting smile. Judging by the hitch in his breath, it's not as comforting as Steve hopes. "But I get the feeling you're a ride-or-die type, right?"

Argyle shrugs, eyes fixated on Steve like he's the last hope he's got. No pressure.

"Look, I can't like - I can't guarantee much, wouldn't wanna jinx anything, but we're going to handle this, alright?" Damn, his hands are really warm. Is it because he's stressed? Even Steve doesn't run this warm when he's stressed, dude must be keeping a lot of anxiety under all that...weed? California weed? Whatever, focus, Steve. "It's not our first or second, not even third rodeo with this shit, we can absolutely handle it."

"You can handle it," Argyle says in what Steve thinks might be...petulant? Oh, that's fun, this guy is totally going to be fun to have around for the long haul. "Man, I don't even know what the hell is going on anywhere anymore."

Steve laughs, rubbing circles into Argyle's skin with his thumb. He's definitely wired up but that tight spark of panic in his eye is getting dimmer, so the contact might actually be working here. "If it makes you feel any better, I don't think any of us know what's happening."

"How -"

"That's the thing, we don't need all the answers right now," Steve pats his wrist and tries a different kind of smile this time which, judging by the way Argyle's gulping and kind of just staring at him, might be working? Okay, fifty-fifty on that. "Just need to figure it out one step at a time."

"I don't - I'm kinda freaking out here, dude," Argyle confesses, like it wasn't kinda obvious for everyone in the room, as he lets go of Steve's shoulders (fuck, his grip is killer, there's definitely gonna be marks tomorrow) and lets his hands hang by his waist in a really sad way. Steve nods, patting his shoulder and gently leading him to the closest chair he can find (of course it's the sofa Mike left his socks on, god damn it Wheeler). "I'm not cut out for this freaky stuff, man, what if - what if we don't make it -"

"Hey," Steve says sharply, immediately regretting it when Argyle flinches at his tone. Take a breath, relax, the guy's worried, that's all. Steve softens his voice, and rubs a hand down his back when he buries his face in his hands. Huh, that's a quality shirt. "Hey, I get it. Believe me, I know how overwhelming this all is when you've got like, zero clue how it all happened. But I got your back here, dude, I'll watch your six."

And woah. Argyle snaps his face back to Steve, eyes wide and mouth just slightly agape. "You what?"

"'S kinda my job," Steve shrugs, continuing to rub his back so he can figure out why this material feels so familiar, what the hell.  "I'm the babysitter," - ignore Mike's affronted scoff, stay focused - "I keep track with the whole newbie thing most of the time. I mean like, we all got your back but y'know - like -  I'll personally make sure nothing happens to you, if that helps?"

Argyle stares at him for a few seconds, making it really hard not to squirm in the silence. Steve settles for scratching at his nose, finally taking his hand off that damned shirt, the fuck kind of brand is it?! Not important, focus, focus.

"Uh, sorry if that - I didn't mean to come on too strong or anything -"

"Holy shit, dude," Argyle breathes out, one of his (very warm) hands coming down to grip Steve's knee. "You're like, a godsend."

"Oh, uh, thank you?" Steve blinks when Argyle beams at him and pats his knee. Huh, maybe he's getting better at this comforting stuff. "Are - you good now?"

"Hell yes, my friend, I have a killer beast 'watching my six', don't I?" Argyle winks and shit, Steve's wounds must be inflaming again, his skin feels hot. "Now who's ready for some pie!"

Steve watches as he swoops up, practically glowing with such a positive energy it's kind of giving him whiplash. He stares as Argyle makes his way to the kitchen, snatching another glance back at Steve and giving him a wide grin, another wink and a salute before he disappears.

"What just happened?" Steve blinks again.

Jonathan pats his shoulder in sympathy which, uh, why? "You've just been Argyle'd."

"What does that even mean?" Steve splutters because what the hell is even happening. "And what did he mean by an open grave?"

"It's a long story," Jonathan sighs and gives him another pat. "Tell you once you help me sort out the water supply."

"The supply that you were supposed to figure out before you left, that water supply?"

"Fuck you," Jonathan grins and Steve shakes off the buzzing heat under his skin.

Everything's fine, all is cool. Just gotta keep an extra eye on Argyle.

Easy-peasy. Fuck, please be easy-peasy.

#stargyle #writing #ficlet #au content #steve harrington #argyle stranger things #stranger things #i just think it'd be funny if argyle thought steve meant he'd watch his ass instead of his back #also that argyle's panicking immediately side-steps for argyle's flirting #sailor✧writes

[fallingrealms16]

Sterek Fic Recs PART7 <333

i cannot believe i have read enough sterek fic to be able to make a part 7?!?! It's been over a year and between work and my social life all i do is read, read, read! (special fic recs for @singer7777 at the bottom) well here it is, sterek fic recs part 7, LETS GO

(ps. this is a long post so buckle in)

1. This Might Be Irony by thepsychicclam

38K Words // Chapters: 1/1 // Hits: 190K // COMPLETED

//MATURE//

Stiles and Derek have been close friends since the Hale siblings moved in next door after their parents' death. But Derek's in the popular group, he's a star baseball player, and he dates popular Pep Squad captain Jennifer Blake. Stiles doesn't have any of that, just his skateboard and a hopeless crush on Derek (oh yeah, and his Vote Lydia Martin Prom Queen button). As prom and the baseball state championship grow closer, Stiles and Derek start rekindling their friendship. And it all begins with two white boards.

2. But Then What... by Stoney

24K Words // Chapters: 3/3 // Hits: 182K // COMPLETED

//EXPLICIT//

Senior year is almost over, and all Stiles needs to do is keep his head down to survive. A teacher calls in a favor, leaving him stuck tutoring Derek Hale, one of the most popular jocks in school and a member of a group of douchecanoes who have bullied Stiles for years. He's someone Stiles totally hates. Totally. Like, doesn't like him even a little bit. DEFINITELY isn't attracted to him. Except that is a total lie. Fuck his life, seriously.

3. When You're Close I Feel the Sparks by Leslie_Knope

39K Words // Chapters: 4/4 // Hits: 156K // COMPLETED

//MATURE//

The guy is hot as hell, sure—leather jacket and glasses, Jesus, be still Stiles' poor, bisexual, beating heart—but more importantly, it must really suck being new on the first day of senior year. “We’re adopting him,” he decides, tugging Scott and Kira by the elbow in that direction. “Let’s go.”

4. What To Expect When You're Expecting (A Litter of Sourwolf Puppies) by Brego_Mellon_Nin

17K Words // Chapters: 1/1 // Hits: 176K // COMPLETED

//EXPLICIT//

The Sheriff sighs and plops down in a chair opposite his son. “Stiles, I’m going crazy here. We need to get you to a doctor. You sleep like you’re trying to get into the Guinness Book of World Records, and your eating habits are bizarre! You vomit around the clock and for some reason only the tea your mother used when she was pregnant will get your stomach to settle down for any length of time. Is there something you aren’t telling me? Can werewolves get guys pregnant? I’ve noticed how you look at that Hale kid-” Stiles meeps and flails, sloshing tea down his front. Luckily it’s not scalding anymore, but still hot, so he jumps up and wrenches his shirt off. “God, dad, no! Guys can’t get pregnant, that’s ridiculous, it’s like...” “Like werewolves being real?” his dad questions, deadpan.

5. More Than Biology by DiscontentedWinter

45K Words // Chapters: 13/13 // Hits: 60K // COMPLETED

//EXPLICIT//

Stiles is a teenaged, unmated omega whose sixteenth birthday is fast approaching. Derek is the beta who loves him, and promises to claim him. And then it all goes to hell.

SPECIAL FIC RECS:

1. The Soul Knows What the Heart Wants by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

163K Words // Chapters: 9/9 // Hits: 74K // COMPLETED

//MATURE//

“Holy—shit,” Stiles breathed, Bacon stopping in what he was doing, still staring at him intently, as if begging him to understand, for someone to finally understand. Stiles felt like he’d been electrocuted and he leapt out of his chair, kneeling in front of Bacon and grabbing at his furry face. “Holy shit! Oh my God, are you—wait, holy—you’re not fucking with me, right?!” Bacon let out two quick barks, which Stiles chose to interpret as ‘no.’ “Oh my God, are you a real person in there?!” Stiles shouted in the wolf’s face, staring him right in the eye. He was still holding the wolf’s head with both hands, but Bacon dipped his muzzle in confirmation and Stiles officially lost his mind. “Oh my God!” he shouted again, releasing Bacon to clutch at his own hair. “Oh my God! Dude, for real?! You’re—holy shit! Holy shit!” He didn’t know how to react to this news. He had no fucking idea how to react. This was a person?! But how?! How was this a person?! People didn’t just turn into wolves!

2. Whisper Through the Din by HyperLittleNori (Shiguresan)

38K Words // Chapters: 4/4 // Hits: 11K // COMPLETED

//EXPLICIT//

He wasn’t good at knowing the best thing to say, knowing how to comfort someone. He never had been. That had always been his mom or Laura. He thought of them then, of his mom’s warm eyes and Laura’s thoughtful expression. He remembered that night she’d tucked him into the Camaro, smoke still clinging to their hair and clothes, remembered what she’d said and he thought those words would stick with him until the day he died. He watched Stiles for a long heartbeat; his own head slightly cocked as he listened to Stiles’s heart simmer back from the enraged crescendo it’d worked itself into. When it settled back to something sad and steady, like the vibration on a string instrument, Derek offered an uncertain echo of Laura’s words. “We’ll work this out, Stiles.”

3. This isn’t the OK!Cupid I thought I was signing up for by changez

21K Words // Chapters: 12/12 // Hits: 8K // COMPLETED

//MATURE//

Stiles and Scott are enjoying their relatively quiet life on the East Coast, but everything is turned upside down by the appearance of a very familiar black wolf stalking the nearby woods. A lone hunter forces Derek to make a last second decision to give Stiles the bite to save his life, but the circumstances bring a seemingly fairytale legend to reality. Derek feels remorse for what he’s done to Stiles, but before he can make amends, he’s captured. Stiles will have to come to terms with more than just the bite before it’s too late.

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinksi #derek hale #teen wolf cast #sad stiles #sad derek #sterek fanart #teen wolf season 1 #stiles fanfic #derek hale deserves nice things #stiles and derek #stiles x derek #void stiles #alpha derek hale #sterek fluff #slow burn #slow build #quick read #teen derek hale #spark stiles stilinski

[oh-surprise-its-me]

Roy/Jamie prompt: Roy has to fly out somewhere for a recruitment event. When Jamie takes him to the airport they say goodbye, both of them holding back tears. They are absolutely miserable without each other, especially when something happens that delays the event so Roy has to stay for a bit longer. Roy is an even more glowering and grouchy version of himself and even though he secures several new prospects for Richmond, he just can't bring himself to celebrate. He goes to his hotel room just wanting to call Jamie and go to bed, so imagine his surprise when he opens the door to find Jamie Tartt waiting for him wearing nothing but a pleased little smirk and love shining in his eyes?

🚨WOOP WHOOP THATS THE SOUND OF THE HORNY POLICE 🚨

(It’s okay anon we can be bunk mates in jail)

Roy fucking loved zoom calls. He could mute people, he could not talk, he could have Jamie in the room and no one would know.

Fucking in person recruiting. Fucking Josh who got the date wrong so he’s flying in tomorrow. What kind of name is Josh anyway.

He knows he was more of a grouch then usual, but in his defense he had to cancel his 9am flight back to Jamie.

London.

Home.

Jamie.

Whatever the fuck. It doesn’t matter now because Josh made him stick around for another three days.

Josh had better have a foot touched by god and all the fucking wisemen.

Roy slams his room key into the sensor. It blinks red.

Fucking seriously. He slams his way back into the elevator, fuck it might as well call Jamie.

It rings for a good few seconds before he picks up.

“Roy! How’d the extra first day go?”

Roy leans against the wall watching the number tick down. “Hell. I want to strangle Josh but I can’t because he won’t even be here until tomorrow.”

Roy hears their bed squeak, Jamie rolling around. “That fuckin sucks. I miss you.”

There’s a hint of something in Jamie’s voice. He can’t quite tell what. “Did you at least do anything fun today baby?”

Jamie laughs, Roy can picture him perfectly in their bed sheets tossed around, bare skin for miles. He wishes he wasn’t standing in the lobby of a hotel getting a new key.

“Nothing crazy. Bought some new sweats. Planned out a hike to take Phoebe on.”

“I love you.”

He hears Jamie sigh, “I love you too, miss you like crazy. I hate to cut this short but I think Marigold is caught on something I’ve gotta go love you!”

Roy opens his mouth return the sentiment but just hears the beep of the tone.

Christ this key better work.

He slams it into place again, green.

He opens the door and sets the bag down, weird he doesn’t remember leaving a lamp on. Probably house keeping.

He walks into the room.

Jamie.

Holy shit Jamie.

Jamie laughs, Roy must’ve said that last part out loud.

“Baby why are you here??”

Jamie gets up off the bed, Roy now notices Jamie is in fact not wearing any clothing. “Thought I’d surprise you, had Beard deactivate your room key so I’d have a bit of warning.”

“You little prick. How.

“Movie magic baby. But really I’ve got a lot of unused miles and couldn’t take another three days.”Jamie runs a hand across and down Roy’s chest, lightly toying with the waistline of the jeans.

Roy lunges forward, he shoves Jamie back onto the bed, flips him over.

“You aren’t leaving this bed tonight, or in the morning. You are going to fucking limp and look like you belong to me by the end.

Jamie let’s out a moan, “please god Roy touch me.” He reaches back and grabs a handful of hair lightly pulling to try and make Roy go faster.

Roy starts biting his was from neck to ass, he’s not going to miss a spot, they’ve got time.

—

“Roy I can’t fucking stand is this how are we supposed to go sight seeing.”

“Baby you are the sights, keep complaining and I’ll spank you.”

“Ooh honey don’t threaten me with that.”

*the smack heard round the world*

#ted lasso #jamie tartt #roy kent #jamie x roy #fluff #royjamie #thanks for the ask !! #again I bitched out and didn’t write it #but someone else totally could *wink wink*

[brook-e-lynns]

KNOW ITS FOR THE BETTER |JOEL MILLER| SERIES

SERIES MASTERLIST // NEXT PART

Part one.

Summary : Joel and Ellie have been on the run for a while but things change when they find a woman who has been locked in a basement for too long.

SPOILERS FOR BOTH GAMES AND THE SHOW!

Warnings: Angst, abuse, kidnapping, blood and violence, hurt/comfort.

Note: I’m really just gonna jump right into this and it’s gonna be a crazy start.

Not edited or beta’d

Any type of feedback is greatly appreciated

Enjoy!

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"Can you keep up, we gotta get there before it gets dark or else we're stuck in the open" joel urges his fingers looped around the right strap of his backpack. "wait wait wait listen to this one" Ellie runs in front of Joel walking backwards to look at him.

"what did the blanket say when it fell off the bed" a long pause of Joel ignoring Ellie. Her smile growing

"oh sheet" she giggles slapping his arm with her book he releases a deep sigh sick of Ellie's stupid dad jokes.

The journey continued, until they found an old store trailing away from the old dirt road into the long overgrown grass to the building. Joel motions for Ellie to get low to a kneel Holding his gun in front of him. Joel does his check making sure they can enter.

"Look for supplies" he motions for her to go in " but keep quiet"

Ellie digs through the broken shelves pulling old wrappers from the floor the dirt and debris covering what's left of the tiles. Ellie's head whips towards the staircase door with the sound of banging. " Joel" she calls in a hushed harsh voice trying to get his attention. "Joel did you hear that" Joel's brows pinch together once he finally hears whatever the hell she was talking about. "Stay behind me and get your knife out" Ellie quickly pulls her backpack in front of her, whipping her knife out of the front pocket, zipping it back up, swinging it back over her shoulder.

A loud shriek comes from the staircase "do you think was a-" she was cut off by a gunshot

Silence.

Ellie's eyes widened knowing that if it was, it's dead now. " Are we gonna go down?" She asks her knuckles turning white from the amount of pressure she is applying to the hilt of her knife.

" Keep your distance, is that clear?!" his eyes narrow at her making sure she understands "crystal"

Joel's hands tighten around his gun ready for whatever is down those stairs, all he knew was something was still alive down there or infected.

Taking each step with caution. Looking around his surroundings smeared blood that was definitely fresh from someone or something and the bloody footprints. "Joel" she sheethes quietly. He ignores her taking another step " asshole" she mumbles under her breath.

"Ellie give me your flashlight!" Of course he has his own but Ellie's was easier to access in the time that they had. Ellie stares at him with a dumb founded look before taking a step back up towards the top of the stairs flipping a light switch, the hallway illuminating.

"Well mr grumpy pants, I checked my surroundings, unlike someone" she says back in her regular sarcastic tone.

A quick shuffle comes from the room at the bottom of the stairs. Joel takes the last few steps down. His eyes search the room for the source of the sound.

Staring at the bodies on the ground before they land on you.

Your hands shaking as you point the gun straight at him, your knees are tucked into your chest not wanting to leave your corner, there's blood splattered across your face and chest mixing with tears as they stream down your cheeks. your body heaving in deep breaths. "holy shit" Ellie mumbles , staring at the damage that you had caused to the men on the ground. "Ellie, grab the kit from my bag"

Joel sticks his hand out his palm facing you slowly inching his way towards you. "I'm gonna help you alright?" He slowly lowers himself to the ground. He flattens his palm reaching for your gun, Your body tenses pushing every part of your body as far into the corner as you could, his hand taking grasp of your gun before setting it on the ground. He reaches behind him Ellie handing him his small white box pulling out gauze and his water from the side pocket of his backpack. Placing the gauze onto the rim of his bottle before flipping it over wetting the gauze.

He inches closer" I'm not gonna hurt you I promise, but l'm gonna help you get cleaned up alright" his voice was soft and was a kind a voice that Ellie had never heard him use and he was gentle rather then his normal grumpy state.

Your body shakes the closer he gets to his hand holding the gauze coming closer to your cheeks. you suck in a startled breath,your hand quickly grabbing his wrist. Your eyes gave him the look of fear which he knew too well. " I'll be gentle," he nods. Your grip loosens. "Got a name?" He asks wiping off the blood from your face. What was the worst that could happen by trusting him, he's already treating you better then you've been treated in years.

"Stas" you whisper under your breath " is that short for anything?" He asks, you stare at him for a second before answering. "Anastasia" his fingers rub against your split lip with the damp gauze.

Ellies takes her time exploring the room staring at all the little things that could give them any hint of who you actually are and why you were here.

The singular blanket and wadded up jacket hinted that you were most likely alone and the marks on the wall that look like you've been counting.

How long have you been here, why were you here?

Ellie moves to awkwardly stand behind Joel, she has the look of curiosity plaster on her face.

She's never seen Joel so caring, not even with Tess he's gentle, and he's definitely masking his grumpiness with whatever the hell he's doing.

You let out a deep shaking breath once Joel finishes his job cleaning the blood off your face. Your jaw clenched not sure what to do now, all of you sitting in silence for a few beats before Ellie's mind had to have the answers her questions, "so" she drags on

" How long have you been down here?" You look up at the young girl wrapping your arms tighter around yourself. " a while" you say under your breath. You had known exactly how long you have been down here because everyday was torture.

The QZ definitely were not the good guys, you were found just outside of one of their zones but of course they didn't want you there, you were an outsider.

Kathleen of course was hesitant to let you in but she did. She could get whatever she wanted out of you.

You wouldn't budge so she took more drastic measures. Which is why you're in a basement in the middle of nowhere.

So to say you have trust issues would be an understatement but his hands were gentle and he was kind which is what you needed right now.

" I'm Joel, this is Ellie" he said gesturing to her, Ellie gave a small wave. " are you trying to get somewhere" you shake your head " have anywhere to go" another shake of your head.

Joel drops his head in defeat, he couldn't leave you behind after hearing how long you've been here he didn't want to risk them coming back for you.

"Damn it" he grunts" okay, you've got two options, you can stay here and figure something out or you can come with us to Wyoming and we can get you settled somewhere" he offers you to sit in silence taking in everything he had just said. If you stay here they will find you sooner or later and they won't show any mercy, but if you go with them, you won't be alone.

"Which one is safer?" You ask , your voice is still quiet.

"Neither" he admits, he sticks his hand back at you, his palm sticking up and you place your shaking hand on top of his. His soft brown eyes give you a sympathetic look. He helps you stand though you're scared your body will give out as soon as you stand.

Joel supports your body until you're completely standing up. "We've got to get moving if we want to get to bill n° franks before it gets dark '' Joel towers over you his tan jacket straining over his biceps his knuckles are bruised and red. He gives you an awkward nod motioning for you and Ellie to move up the stairs to the outside world that you weren't sure you knew what it looked like anymore, it felt strange being with people that were gentle rather than lashing and brutal.

You can't remember the last time you walked for so long. Your legs are throbbing ,the arches of your feet ache and your back is sore. "Joel are we almost there, my feet hurt and I think l'm gonna be paralyzed after this" Ellie whines, it was about the third time this trip Ellie has asked the same question.

Joel would either ignore her or he'd give her a blank answer" 'about half an hour, Ellie just hang on".

It was starting to get dark, the sky changing from its bright blue to a hues of purple and pink as the sun set " you think there's anything out here" she continued to ask questions to keep her distracted from the pain in her body. Joel didn't answer her because he didn't have an answer and he didn't want to give Ellie any false hope.

" So Stas, where are you from?" she loops her fingers around her backpack straps. "Georgia" you give a short answer. " Were you born before or after the outbreak?" She pries " before, I was seventeen" "Do you remember what it was like?" Ellie was definitely a curious kid and a hell of a talker. " | remember a lot of things" you answer.

There's a chain link fence now in view " Jesus, finally!" Ellie cries out running to the fence " I think my legs are gonna fall off"

It looks normal beyond the fence like the outbreak never happened. The houses looked like there were still people living in them, the roads were clean and the grass was green. Like a bomb was set off outside of the fence leaving the inside untouched.

Joel makes it to the fence gate punching in a code and with a loud buzz the gate opens, Ellie runs to the house with bright white walls. " Ellie slow down," Joel calls out to her. leaving you and Joel behind. "She talks a lot" he mentions causing you to let out a little laugh "I noticed, but she's a kid so I get it" he nods letting you walk through the gate first and locking it behind him.

"we'll leave in the mornin', and there's plenty of things here that you can use as you wish, and they have hot water so your free to knock yourself out'' he gives you a soft smile before he continues into the house you follow suit the house was clean and felt like a home if the outside hadn't made you feel normal then the inside did, it was actually functioning. No boarded up windows or broken glass, it was a home that someone lived and loved in.

You always had the dream when you were younger to have the picture perfect life, a husband, kids, the house with the white picket fence but since the outbreak that seem like it's so far away but now you've lived with the fact that there won't be a husband, no picture perfect life and definitely no white picket fence. But you had the kids at one point but as we all know, the QZ are monsters.

Ellie walked upstairs with you upstairs. Pointing you towards where you'd sleep for the night and the bathroom.

" oh and there's hot water so take as long

as you need because it's heaven" she jokes " so i've been told"

That was exactly what you did, took a long hot shower washing all the dirt ,grime and blood from your body letting it fall to the tub and run down the drain, your hands run over your head, the first Time in forever that you've been able to actually run your fingers through the strands of your hair. Your eyes fell shut, the feeling of the water running down your body, you felt like you were living again. There's strawberry shampoo and a matching conditioner running it through your hair with the tips of your fingers. You felt human again, and that was Something you hadn't been treated like for months.

A sigh of relief escapes from your body reaching for the handle to turn the water off.

There's neatly folded white towels on the bathroom counter pulling it to wrap around yourself covering your body. You wipe your hand across the mirror clearing a section to be able to see yourself, you looked normal like the world didn't completely crumble. Is this what your life would be like if the outbreak hadn't happened, a nice home. But your brought back to reality when you look at the scars and marks across your body some lighter then others but they were still there

You moved from the bathroom to the bedroom, the bed took up a lot of space there's two stacks of clothes, you pulled on a shirt over your chest, it sat bigger on you causing it to slip off your shoulder exposing your bra strap and collar bone. They had set out two kinds of pants, one red pajama bottoms and the other are black mens jeans, pulling the pjs over the curve of your ass till they sat on your hips.

You use your towel to squeeze out as much water as you could tucking it behind your ear, you stay in the room for a few more minutes before you brave them down stairs.

Wrapping your arms around your torso, hugging yourself, taking slow steps down the stairs following the sounds of chatter towards the right of the house.

Finding both Joel and Ellie sitting at the dining room table. Their heads turn towards you when you make your appearance in the doorway. "Well look at you, a whole new person" she smiles, you can feel Joel's gaze on you, his eyes soft and concerned.

Silence filled the room before Ellie spoke again. " We saved you some fruit, some of them are bad" she adds, patting the seat next to her and across from Joel. She hands you a small container of different fruits, some apple slices and strawberries.

You take a seat crossing your leg under yourself, staring at the large map laid out on the table, pen markings everywhere some places scribbled out and some that have labels made by them showing all of the different zones, QZ, FEDRA, safe zones and places that you don't want to go mainly due to a high population of infected.

You dissociate from their conversation completely in your own head, these two are obviously not related especially by the way they treat each other which is a little bit harsh if they were family, Joel has also referred to her as cargo multiple times, maybe it’s a nickname but that would be weird. Your mind continues to wonder running through multiple things ranging from what life would be like if the outbreak didn’t happen, to when you are infected does just take control over your body but you're still there or are you just gone.

Evicted from your own body.

“I’m calling it, if I stay up any long I think my eyes will fall out” Ellie dramatically says before getting up from her chair. And running up the stairs her boot caught the edge causing her to trip up them. “ oh shit” she says, moving faster up the stairs. “you alright kiddo?”

“I’m alive!” You let out a small laugh before her door shuts.

“ I should probably tap out to” you say, earning a nod from Joel. “ Let me know if you need anything” he adds before you give him a nod standing up from the chair, Joel gives you a soft smile which you return.

You trek your way up the stairs back to the room you were given. Tucking your knees into your chest, every emotion getting harder to keep at bay the longer you sit in the dark there’s only a little bit of light coming from the window. But you were still scared, you were alone all over again.

You sat in bed, scared to fall asleep. Hours pass before you brave to leave the room making your way downstairs and to the front door trying to quietly open it Closing it behind you and sitting on the steps of the porch.

Listening to the sounds of nature and how quiet it was there’s slight wind going through the trees causing the leaves to rustle there’s sounds of crickets and just the world live. You zone out a few times before the door opens behind you causing you to snap out of it and turn to see who it was.

Joel stands behind you before sitting next to you with a quiet groan. Giving him a glance before focusing back to beyond the gates.

“ couldn’t sleep?” He asks, his eyes are glued to you.

“ I’m scared that if I fall asleep that I’ll just end up back there, in pain. I was down there for so long that I didn’t think I’d ever mentally realize that I’m not in that shit hole” you respond, your voice sounding choked up, trying to keep the floods at bay.

“ Well you're not, and I don't know why you were down there but clearly they had a reason, and you don't have to tell me right now but I do want you to tell me at some point before we get to Jackson” he urges.

Of course you knew that at some point you would have to tell them whether you wanted to or not but for now you’ll just sit in silence until the right time. Though it would never be the right time because you wish the ground would just swallow you whole so you never have to say a word about it again.

But you know that’s not going to happen and the truth would come out one day or another.

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Third: Dean winchester x fem!reader

Summary/request: a witch cast a spell on Y/N and Sam Winchester and put them in alternate universe where Y/N confronts her male counterpart in the form of Dean Winchester.

thank you for this @yourlocalloser-core! hope you'll like it :D

***

The last thing she could remember was some dust being thrown into her face and loosing consciousness. It felt like the freaking Sandman came for her himself, but she was a grown up adult not believing in a silly childish tale. Angels, demons, wendigos, shapeshifters? Sure, absolutely.

But Sandman? Pff! No way in hell.

It took her a few minutes to get back to reality and not without effort, with pounding in her head she sat up on the bed.

“SAM!?” she cried out not seeing her younger brother anywhere and feeling fear creeping in. “Sammy!!”

“Y/N?!” Sam busted in through the door of the motel, ready to pounce at whatever supernatural being his sister might be facing. “What happened?”

“No idea…. “ she muttered grabbing her plaid shirt, feeling sudden chill. “But something’s not right…… What’s the last thing you remember?”

“I think we were dealing with a witch?”

“Oh, right, a witch. That would explain the dizziness from the spell. Must have been a young one, the older are usually more capable with casting them. You good Sam?”

“I’m fine. Wondering where we are though.”

“I hope it’s not like the Thursday again situation. Don’t think I can handle it once more.”

She was obviously joking but the reality was about to turn out much much worse than that.

When the door to their motel room opened, both Sam and Y/N grabbed their guns instinctively, learned by years and years of experience in the hunting business. No one could blame them after confrontation with a witch and waking up with the weird feeling in their guts.

“WHOA! Wow! Hold the fire!” the man who walked in (or rather tried to walk in) seemed surprised by two gats aimed at him. He raised his hands in surrender, but even though he looked harmless, both of the sibling knew better then to fall for the masks. “

“who the hell are you?” Y/N asked with her most stern and terrifying voice.

“Well hello to you….” The man smirked looking her up and down “Sammy, you could have told me you got a girl over. I would have knocked.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, not bother at all by the man’s wondering eyes. If anything she only smirked, waiting for the situation to develop.

“knocked huh?” she teased “wonder on what?”

“What’s your name, pretty one?” the man took a few steps closer, clearly trying to flirt with her

“wouldn’t you like to know, handsome?” she easily mimicked his tone

“I’m Dean.”

“And I didn’t ask.”

“Well such a shame, since now you’re gonna remember it.”

“Oh, am I?” she smiled innocently , fluttering her eyelashes. Once she was sure she got Dean’s full attention she reached towards her belt, grabbed the tiny bottle of holy water and poured it all over him.

“What the hell?!” he yelled in frustration. This was not what he was expecting, even though he probably should have been more careful. 

“What the hell you?!”

“Why did you splay me with holy water?!”

“Cause I don’t have any salt on me!” she screamed back at him.

“Salt?! What…..?! I’m not a demon!!”

“Then what are you!?”

“I’m human!!”

“And I don’t believe you!”

“Sam!” Dean yelled looking at him brother “tell this crazy girl who I am. Cause damn, you are as crazy as you are hot lady.”

“Sam!” Y/N yelled at her brother in the same way “do you know this crazy lunatic?”

“Whoa! Who do you call lunatic!”

The scene that was unravelling in front of Sam’s eyes was truly western-like. Y/N and Dean were standing in front of each other, eyeing the other with crinkled eyes, with a power position stand and clearly neither of them were going to surrender easily, let alone trust that the other was in fact, human and not supernatural being. The only thing that was missing was some fight-like background music.

“Well… I….um….” Sam stuttered, twisting his face, knowing better than to interfere. Just a glance at the pair made him realise that they were awfully similar in both behaviour and even in the dressing. And he already had a working theory of what was going on. “I think…..” he tried to say, but no one was paying attention to him anymore.

 “I’m gonna ask you once more” she hissed “who the hell are you?!”

“So your boyfriend didn’t introduce you to the family?” Dean smirked

“What the fuck now?! What boyfriend!? ”

“Oh, Sammy, you didn’t tell her I’m your brother? I’m deeply hurt.”

“Brother!?” Sam and Y/N frowned at the words and Dean did not like it.  Only now he realised that something was going on.

“What the hell? Sammy? Don’t you remember me?”

“I don’t know you, man.”

“You don’t…. know me?” Dean stuttered a bit, brokenness creeping on his face. If his own little brother did not remember him than… than…. “shit!” he gasped, tangling fingers in his hair and ruffling them in desperation.

“Wait….” Y/N looked at him, recognising the gesture. Dean ruffled his hair in a very distinctive way, with his thumb sticking out. And so it happened that she knew it so well because she used to do it in the very same way. “I think….. Oh, shit…. Sam?”

“Yeah.”

“Is it … possible that….we’re in the alternate universe….?” The girl frowned. ”you know… that witch.”

“alternate what….?” Dean spun around looking at her with suspiciousness in her eyes, not realising a single thing of the silly metaphysics topic they were now talking about.

“Well…..”

“Dean.”

Before Y/N had a chance to open her mouth and formulate an answer, the sudden deep voice coming from behind the back made her jump.

Yeah, she should have been used to it at this point, but Castiel, the angel of the lord, was extremely resistant when it came to basic knowledge about human-like behaviour. And if she wasn’t in the very complicated relationship with him, she would lash out. (she could still remember meeting him for the first time and explaining the ‘personal space’ concept to him. The memory was way funnier than the real life event, since again Castiel was very obstructive).

Her first instinct upon seeing him, was to run to him, hide in his arms and act like everything was normal, like he was, quite literally, her guardian angel, and everything was going to be fine. It’s been a while since she saw him and the longing took the toll. She might have been a hunter and a Winchester, but on the other hand she was also a girl, and the family business was not easy on her. Being the oldest one, taking care of her brother, saving people, hunting things. She never ever complained, carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders, but it was ….. hard.  And when Castiel showed up in her life, due to some crazy occurrences in her crazy as shit life she was...

Well it was hard to describe how she felt since it was pretty much a mix of everything, starting from shock at the existence of angels, ending on being flustered whenever he was around. And yes, she fell hard. And fast. Like never before. Castiel and Sam were the only constants she had in her life, so no one could blame her internal struggling.

“Hello Cass….” She whispered expecting frowned eyes, tilted head and confused look.

“Hello Y/N”

Now that was surprising. He knew who she was?

“You don’t belong here.”

“No… No I guess I don’t. Neither me nor Sam. Can you send us back though? I kinda miss the you in my verse…..”

“I can’t.”

“Oh…..” she looked down.

“But I know someone who can.”

“Oh?” she looked up now, cursing herself internally. She was supposed to be the strong older sibling and right now she was acting like a silly teenager waiting for someone to tell her what to do.

“Let’s go.” Cass commanded, obviously keeping the details of the plan to himself. He walked out the door followed suit by Sam, who didn’t even look at his sister, making her feel heavily betrayed. She stayed back still trying to wrap her head around it all and apparently so was Dean.

“Are you in love with him or something?” the man smirked looking at his female counterpart mockingly

“Shut up!” she hissed

“I don’t understand how’s that possible. I could never do something like that. Maybe we’re not so similar after all.”

(poor Dean…. He was in for a huge future surprise).

***

Apparently the person Castiel was referring to as the one who could help was no one else but Bobby. So the plan was to get back to his place, cast some backwards spell and send Y/N and Sam back to their reality.

Easy as it was.

Right?

RIGHT?!

Yeah, well, not really.

“You’re not driving mycar!”

“Yourcar?! Back off my baby!” Dean practically jumped in front of Y/N, preventing her from getting her hands on the steering wheel.

“Move.” She hissed. The car topic was not something to be joked about.

“No.”

“Then I’ll move you.”

“I’m sure you will.”

“I’m not joking.”

“And I’m really scared of you.” He rolled his eyes.

“From what I heard you were scared of a cat once?” she smirked

“You little….!”

This would probably go on and on and on if it wasn’t for Sam who stepped in, acting like the only adult in the room, putting them on the backseat, separated by Cas and took the driver’s place himself.

No one was happy about it.

Cas had a wet cat face expression, probably wishing he could just poof away, but due to some inexplicable empathetic instinct unable to leave Sam alone with those two.

Dean and Y/N were looking like kindergarteners put in the corner as some sort of punishment with their arms crossed and giving each other evils.

Sam was forced to listen on tones of good advice and constructive criticism coming from the owner(s) of impala, cause apparently he didn’t know shit about driving.  But honestly being a younger sibling comes with developing the ability to not give a shit about older one opinion and approach so as long as they left him out of it and kept fighting each other he was quite content in his position, smirking under the nose and observing the situation.

At some point it got quite funny since they were, arguing about everything starting from the pie flavour, ending on proper technique on fighting supernatural beings. The road to Bobby’s was long enough that they pretty much shared their whole life stories, picking up on the bad, ambiguous jokes and innuendos.

“You two are so alike…” Sam chuckled shaking his head in disbelief

“We’re not!” they yelled in unison.

“Oh, you so are.” The younger Winchester repeated this time openly laughing.

“That’s betrayal Sam!” Y/N kicked his seat from behind “he’s nothing more than my copycat!”

“copycat?! You are in  my timeline sweetheart.”

“call me sweetheart again and ….”

“and what will you do…..?”

“enough!” Sam hit the break hard making the impala stop violently, sending all the passengers flying forwards.

“son of  a bitch!” they cried out in unison again, terrified at what their brother was doing to the car. A second later their gazes met.

“Stop using my words!”

“Those are mine!”

“Oh, I’m sorry did you copyright them?”

“Did you?”

“Screw you, Winchester!”

“No, screw you, Winchester!”

“Say it again, I dare you.”

*Poof*

“See what you did?!”

“What did I do?!”

“You made Castiel lose his shit and poof himself!”

“It doesn’t really take much to make him do that, right?”

“And yet, you did it.”

“Did not!”

“Oh God….” Sam sighed deeply, resuming the driving, praying to whatever angel, demon or jinn was listening that he could take example of Cas and disappear from the car.”

***

“Idiots!” Bobby hissed the second the impala parked in front of his house. Obviously they called him from the road briefly explaining what happened, keeping the details to himself, preparing him for what was coming and warning to not use the riffle.

His words were harsh but he was as close to father as the Winchesters could possibly have so no one was offended or hurt because of that.

“Hi Bobby.” Y/N greeted him with the tiny smile.

“You’re a new face.”

“I wonder why does it have to be me? Why couldn’t it be Sam?” the girl scoffed.

“Me what?” her brother frowned

“I mean, it could have been you not existing in this universe. How would that feel? No one knowing you? Recognising you? Treating you only like an alternate version of someone they care about and love? Believe me, it’s…..”

“It sucks.” Dean chimed in.

Y/N frowned and looked at him. It seemed like his words were not just empty talking but more like he’s been through something that left a scar on him. His tone clearly suggested that he knew what he was talking about and so did his face expression.

“Wait….. did it happen to you too?” Y/N asked her eyes growing wide. “Growing apart with Sam? No one recognising you?”

“Do I look like a spider-man to you?” Dean smirked. “Not forgetting, but yeah, becoming distant, yes.  It should never be like it….” The man muttered, keeping on a straight face. But even though Y/N knew.

She knew he was through the same experience as her and for the first time since they met she might have felt something different then annoyance at him. It was such a surprising change of feelings that it made her chuckle.

“Why are you giggling like a silly teenager?”

“I’m not grinning But hey, you know what? You’re not such a bad boy as you pose as.”

“don’t know if that’s an offence or a compliment”

“How about a piece offering?”

“Where’s the pie then?”

“Oh I’m sure we can find one. Can’t we Bobby?”

Bobby didn’t answer, his gaze darting between the two in a bit of a confusion .

“Balls!” he cried out finally.

“Yeah, I know, it’s terrifying….” Sam muttered

“Handling one of you was a challenge at times, but two?! Not for my nerves.”

“How about we sent us back then? What do we need?”

***

Luckily Bobby had all the ingredients necessary for the backwards spell. It only took a few hours to put it all together.

Sam and Y/N were coming back home, and yet, she felt some sort of nostalgia. Meeting Dean was something… supernatural. And yes, he might have been the rowdy, rebel type with leather jacket, no phone and no address, but he was still her. And it was both shocking and enriching. Just like looking at the mirror and seeing someone else being through all the same life event and behaving in the same manner.

And she couldn’t just leave without saying at least a word of goodbye.

And apparently neither could he.

So, acting with the same instincts they met at the porch of Bobby’s house, sharing a can of beer.

“Hey there.” She smiled genuinely

“No holy water this time?”

“Nah… Bobby taught me another exorcism just in case.”

“Yeah, he got a way with those crazy spells.”

“Hopefully the one he’s about to cast will work.”

“You worried?” Dean handed her a can and looked at the girl carefully.

“Since when do you care?”

“You know me….” He chuckled in response “You are me after all.”

“Finally came to peace with that?”

“Maybe. I mean… “ he sighed unable to find the right words to describe it.

“I know.” She interrupted him. “I know. But you gotta admit one thing.”

“And what may that be?” he raised an eyebrow.

“I got a better ass.” Y/N smirked taking a sip of her drink and enjoying the slight blush on her male counterpart’s face. Poor Dean. No matter what he would say at that moment he would offend himself.

“You won that one, Y/N.”

***

“Ready?” Bobby asked

“As ready as can be.” Sam muttered

And so Singer started casting the spell that send them back home. Safely and in one piece. But before they disappeared …..

“see you around, bitch.” Dean grinned

“Take care, jerk.” she grinned back

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Character ai is a mess. I went back to it and lost myself in it again, but I'm back now but idk for how long. So I'm gonna like speedrun all of my writing and editing for this and the 2nd chapter. Cause holy shit, I'm gonna be hella busy in a few months. Also found out I have a small and harmless heart condition...yeah so this month been crazy.

Also made a little drawing since I was gone for a while. Hopefully I’ll be back with weekly updates now I’m off of character ai and started to take meds for my heart.

I Saw You Once In a Dream, Maybe Pt 9

Is it too late to kick him out? He stares up at you and smirks. You can feel your face get ready as the embarrassment hits. You can't be seriously asking for him to tag along.

You might as well beg for him to come.

“Can you please, come with me? I would appreciate it, if you can. I'll even buy something for you.”

It took everything in you to stare back at him. The urge to smack him increased when his smirk widened.

How the fuck did you two got married in the future?

“Oh, of course, I will come along. Especially when you asked so nicely.” He stands up and heads to the front door, giving you one last glance.

You sigh and try to calm down. Ever since running into him, your day has been…well you can't even describe it. Was it bad? Good? Meh?

You lock the door and catch up to Monkey King, who was waiting for you on the sidewalk. He gives you a soft smile.

“So which way are we going?”

“There's a small market nearby. It's just a short walk, 5 minutes tops.”

You walk off and try to block out any thoughts of how you prefer that smile on his face.

Monkey King nods and follows you.

“So what are you planning for dinner? I'm not much of a cook but I can help!” He stares at you with that same soft expression.

What the hell happened?! Why is he acting all calm and sweet all of a sudden?

You continue to ignore your thoughts and how your heart was fluttering.

“I don't know, I guess we'll find out when I buy the groceries. I'm not much of a cook either. I just fall asleep and skip dinner for most nights.”

“I don't think that's healthy for a human.” He mutters. You can see he wanted to say something more.

“Maybe, but I never had a reason to make dinner. A snack or takeout was enough.”

“So why not tonight?”

“Well…” You felt nervous and embarrassed. “It's been a while since I had someone over at my house so I just thought…that maybe I should do something different- something special.” You didn't need to see your face to know you were blushing. You wanted to scold yourself for getting all flustered for no reason yet all your thoughts stopped when you glanced at Monkey King.

He stares at you with wide eyes.

“You're cooking dinner because of me?” His eyes seem to shine like stars. Beaming with fondness and affection. “Looks like someone is falling for me.”

“What?! I just met you!” You nudge his shoulder. You wanted to get mad or at least annoyed but you just laughed. Monkey King laughs with you as he bumps his shoulder with yours. “Sneakily” holding your hand. Intertwining his fingers with yours, his grasp firm.

You smiled at him and held his hand back. Leaning on his shoulder as you both walk to the grocery store.

Even though you two spent an hour there. You enjoyed his company. Monkey King, helping by grabbing items or just joking around and having fun. What had always been a chore for you, felt fun when he joined along.

Okay, maybe you're starting to understand why you married this idiot.

Also, you managed to buy a little more than usual since he could carry a lot of things. That was a huge plus for you, since you refuse to use your car for anything. Does that thing even work? Oh, wait, pretty sure you lost the key to it and are too lazy to get a new one.

“Thank you again for helping to carry the bags back. You can place it on the counter.”

“You bought a lot of things, how empty is your fridge?”

“Shhhh, we don't talk about that. I bet you don't even have a fridge, so don't judge.”

“There's literally nothing in here.” He said placing a few items in the fridge.

You blow a raspberry at him and put the refrigerated items in the fridge.

“I told you I usually eat a snack or takeout. I hardly cook.”

“Is it because you don't know how to cook? How worried should I be, when you serve me my plate?”

You roll your eyes.

“If you're so worried, then I won't serve you anything.”

“Hey now, I said, I would be worried but that won't stop me from eating it. Edible or not, you're serving me food you made! No way I'm passing that opportunity. Maybe I can pretend, my darling spouse made me the best dinner after a long day of work.”

“Ha-ha, very funny. Are we really going to roleplay being an old married couple or what? We barely met, Monkey King.”

“Wukong, you can call me Wukong.”

You raise a brow at him.

“Alright, Wukong. So we are on a first-name basis now huh?”

“I mean-” He glances away, but you can see his cheeks turning red. “I really want to have a relationship with you and it'll be weird having you calling me by my title.”

It was weird to see him so…embarrassed and flustered. Throughout this whole day, he has been teasing you. Maybe there were a few moments when you saw him more softly. You just laughed and ruffled his fur in his head.

“I guess you're right about that, so Wukong it is then. Now put on a show we can watch while I cook. Nothing fancy or crazy, just some regular easy and fast food.”

Wukong chuckles as he heads to the living room.

“Alright, fine, but no complaints about what I pick.”

You put away the groceries and left the ingredients out. Once in a while, glancing at the tv to see what Wukong was searching for. You head to the trash can to throw something away when you spot the stuffed toy.

A part of you felt bad for throwing it away but another part of you felt embarrassed that you even bought the toy. What would Wukong think? Would he tease you about it or be hurt that you threw it away? That's if he found out. I wonder what will be the consequences for this?

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[ashes-writing]

devil | scream 4 ; c.walker

A/N; so listen up kiddos. Recently I watched Jack Goes Home and this.. It sent me down a Rory Culkin rabbit hole. And naturally, this led me to rewatch Scream 4 for probably the bajillionth time, holy shit. Look, this is just something weird, something a little... dark.. that came to my brain. If weird, kind of spicy and wildly inappropriate are not your cup of tea then this post is probably not something you'll want to read. In the spirit of all my late posts, this too is a reader fic. Because things seem to flow better that way. aka when i get my nerve up to post some of my oc fics on here it's over for my ass bc they're gonna flop hard lmaooo. But anyway, another reader fic. This time with Charlie Walker from Scream 4.

Tag List ; @schizoauthoress is the only person on my horror tags rn. If you'd like to fix this and be added to it, please by all means.. Click the link below.

Pairing ; Charlie Walker x Troublemaker!Fem reader, listen there is no other way to say this. Reader is.. a handful.

Summary ; The last thing you expected was to find yourself in the supply closet in the back of the classroom with Charlie Walker. When this happens, things get a little spicy.

Warnings ; for now, there are only vague hints that he's stone cold crazy and planning to slash bodies or in liason with Jill. As dark as it gets is him going on an internal rant about the mistakes Billy made and how those got him seperated from Sydney. Beyond the slight air of darkness / murdery hints, there's making out in a semi public place, swearing, panty theft, almost a fight / bullying situation between Reader and Kirby and Robbie Mercer being both a conscience and a cockblock simultaneously.

Other Stuff ; tag list doc || rules + fandoms and some of the characters I write for || requests ; open, any fandom but pro wrestling with headcanons / nsfw alphabet and fluffy alphabet letters only please and thanks.

I do not consent to having my work reposted. I also do not consent to having my work rewritten / copied and changed to be reposted.

“Listen, I’m just saying… Virgins are always the first to go. The virgin is never the final girl. So if you want to live through this killing spree? Get laid. Do it now.. Screw the logic that says virgins live to the end because they don't I mean... Look who just died, there's the proof...” and as she says it, Kirby Reed settles back into her  desk. 

You roll your eyes to yourself a few rows away before smirking and speaking up. “Just say you’re a whore and go already, Jesus christ.”

You know it’ll start a fight but honestly, you don’t care. Because it’s Monday and Kirby fuckin Reed is already giving you a headache. You’d rather be anywhere but Woodsboro High to begin with, so the two combined and prompted you to look for a little spice. A way to make your Monday more interesting.

“Aw, look… It’s the girl who wants to be me so bad she can taste it.” Kirby barely looks at you. The jealousy in her tone might be missed by you, but Jill and the other girls pick right up on it. All Kirby has bitched about all weekend is how Charlie Walker is always following you around like some stupid little puppy lately. And she got angry as hell when Jill pointed out that she was upset, therefore, this meant she was jealous.

“In your dreams, bimbo.” you retort, twisting your hair around your finger. “I’d really rather not have to play pin the tail on the STD. How many are you up to this month, hm? Three? Four?”

She’s on her feet in seconds and you’re not a stranger to fisticuffs, so you don’t waste any time getting on your feet either. You’re pulling the big silver moon earring out of your ear as she starts your way and you smirk when Robbie Mercer grabs her. The only problem with this is about the same time Robbie Mercer grabs hold of her, you find yourself thrown carelessly over the shoulder of Charlie Walker.

You kick your legs, briefly flashing the entirety of the class behind you with the tear on the inside the leg of your favorite pair of fishnets and the faintest split second flash of deep black lace when your kicking sends your skirt flipping upward and shows your panties and the curve of your ass. 

You pound on Charlie’s chest and midsection with your fists and you squeal out in mock horror, “Unhand me, you asshole! I’ll bite, damn it!”

Normally, Charlie Walker doesn’t say more than a word or two to you here and there unless there’s dire necessity. He’s too busy following Kirby around or doing Film Club things or the video yearbook with Robbie, his best friend.

So it catches you off guard when he glances over at you and smirks with a little shrug. “Is that an offer, princess?”

“It’s a threat, sleazeball!” you assert. When you actually do attempt to bite him, it’s his abdomen that catches the unholy wrath of your teeth and he’s rushing to put you on your own feet in a quieter corner of the classroom -which happens to wind up being the supply closet in back. All you can do is smirk in satisfaction as you tap your foot against the tiled floor.

“What? Why do you look so damned smug right now, hm?” Charlie leans into you a little. Studying you intently. A curious gleam in ice blue eyes. “Does chaos just make you happy or something?” he demands an answer as he studies you intently. Looking at you as if he’s seeing you for the first time and honestly, it feels like he has.

See, until recently, it was all about Kirby.

But then you caught his attention by a happy accident.

You were trying to fight Trevor because Trevor decided to play grab ass with you  at one of Emma’s parties earlier in the month.

You’d dropped Trevor like a bad habit with just one slight movement, a simple sweep of your leg. Then when he tried to wrestle you down onto the floor with him because he couldn’t handle having his ass handed to him by a girl who was maybe 5 foot even at best, you’d straddled his hips and proceeded to squeeze his throat until he was struggling for his next breath.

Since that night, Charlie Walker had  barely acknowledged Kirby Reed.. Not that you’d notice, you seemed to be completely oblivious to the subtle shift in his intent focus... But he tried to pop up near wherever you happened to be a lot more. Which proved to be handy when you did something stupid like eating a habenero in the cafeteria on a dare and nearly choking, which he prevented by hitting you on the back until you coughed it up only to walk away wordlessly.. Or when he caught you pulling the fire alarm earlier this week just because to quote you, if you had to sit through one more boring pep rally, you’d simply die on the spot. He’d picked you up over his shoulder when you tripped while trying to flee the scene of the crime.

You were excitement. You were breathing chaos. When he compared you to Kirby Reed, Kirby only had sex appeal going for her.

And right now, as he stood there staring at you, standing taller and right in your way so you couldn’t get to Kirby like you wanted, he was starting to see that the scale of sex appeal was tipping a lot more in your favor than hers too.

You were snapping your fingers in his face with an annoyed look in your eyes and that’s what brought him crashing back into reality. 

“I said move, damn it.” you repeat yourself for at least the fourth time.

“Not gonna do that. Nope.” Charlie answers, stepping into your line of vision to block it. You pout up at him a little and laugh softly. “Oh, I get it… You know if I get past you, I’m gonna rip off your pretty little girlfriend's face and wear it like a Halloween mask. You don’t want me to beat her til she’s ugly inside and out… Right?”

“Nope. Not even close, kitten. Not even in the same galaxy as the answer.” Charlie’s hand raises and he drags it through his hair. You swallow hard because the smirk that tugs at his lips lets you know that he saw you when your eyes followed the way his hand dragged through his hair. He steps closer to you. Close enough that there’s no distance left between your bodies. Close enough that the scent of cologne and cigarette smoke and whatever body wash he uses and just… boy, those all combine and make you bite your lip just a little bit. You frown to yourself. 

You try to focus on what he’s saying, anything but the way his lips move when he’s chewing you out or saying whatever you’re barely listening to at the moment. Or the way he keeps stepping closer. The way he’s staring at your mouth intently as he does it.

And then your back’s against the blackboard behind you and his hips are pinning you between his body and the blackboard. One of his hands raise and catches against the side of your face. As the pad of his thumb rolls over your skin you shiver and before you can censor yourself, you melt into him. Charlie growls quietly. His other hand slips around behind you, settling against your ass as he squeezes. The fabric of your miniskirt bunching up in his hand. You whimper and your hand raises, tangling in his hair as your nails drag softly over his scalp.

Neither of you seem to stop and think, oh hey, this is a classroom and maybe we shouldn’t do this. Neither of you are focused on anything aside from just how good what’s happening feels. When Robbie’s throat clears from nearby, you two spring apart. Charlie glares at the taller boy and takes several deep breaths.

“I came to see if you got the spitfire under control. Apparently, she’s going to corrupt you now.” Robbie taunts him and you laugh, pouting a little as a hand raises to at least attempt straightening out the way Charlie had started to mess with and tug at your hair. All you can really do is shrug it off but the look on Kirby Reed’s face when she catches sight of the two of you looking as if you’ve just been caught with your hand in the cookie jar and are being reprimanded for it, that angry gleam is worth it all.

Even if Charlie only did whatever it is he was about to attempt just to get you to behave even a little. Robbie wanders back into the main area of the classroom with everyone else and the door to the supply closet bangs closed behind him softly but the damage is done. The trance has been broken.

Charlie steps back up to you and dips his head down, resting his forehead against your cleavage as he takes at least three long and deep breaths and grumbles out in a voice muffled by your tits, “Jesus. I swear the guy could unintentionally fuck up a wet dream.” as his fists clench against your hips when he grabs hold to pull you completely against him all over again.

“Were you going to kiss me, Charlie?” you ask with the softest of giggles. Melting against him which gets you a warning growl and the slightest nip to the side of your neck as the warmth of his breath tickles your ear when he responds “Thought about it, yeah.” laughing quietly as he gazes up at you. 

“What exactly is stopping you?”

“We’re kind of in a classroom supply closet right now, babe. Look around.” Charlie gestures to the lack of proper ambiance and you shrug. “It wouldn’t be the riskiest place I’ve made out before.” but you smirk as you say it and Charlie’s prompt response is to jam his fingers into his ears while loudly humming because he doesn’t want to hear it.

See, he’s gotten it in his head. This all ends with him and you. Screw his little agenda with Jill. He’s gonna turn on her and this time, the grave error made by Billy Loomis in not keeping his girl at his side will not be repeated by him, the new slasher of Woodsboro.

If Billy’s taught him anything through years of idol worship, it’s that even your idols can fuck up. And this time, he doesn’t intend on it. If Billy had kept Sydney in the dark. Kept her in line. Kept her well fucked and love-drunk then maybe their story wouldn’t have ended in tragedy.

He just knows yours won’t.

After all, you’re built different than Kirby Reed.

Otherwise, he’d never have taken notice, fucked around and gotten obsessed.

In short, he fully intends to be the last guy those soft lips of yours -or any other parts of your anatomy, ever touch. One way or another and he’s fully prepared to eliminate the competition any way he has to. 

“Charlie, c’mon. You’re looking at me all dopey right now.” you’re pouting up at him with those big, beautiful eyes. Batting those lashes. He decides to do the opposite of what his idol Billy would do in this situation. Instead of being a dick about it, he leans into the sappy romantic shit most girls want to hear.

His finger drags across your lower lip. His forehead settles against yours. “Maybe it’s because I wanna kiss you and I’m barely controlling myself.”

“Then don’t, oh my god.” you whine, wrapping your arms around his neck. You lean into him heavy enough that his back meets the closet door and he braces himself to stop the damn thing from flying open and both of you tumbling out just in time. His mouth latches against yours around the same time your leg raises to his hip and his free hand -the one not tangled in and tugging at your hair, grips your thigh right beneath your skirt. “This what you wanted, kitten?” he asks the question in the sweetest, most lovesick voice he can muster. It’s not hard to do at all and that surprises him. He’s been faking normal for so long now that when something is natural for once and it comes easily instead of being a tedious chore, it throws him for a loop.

Your whimper as you rock against him and melt into him has him drawing a shaky deep breath when the kiss breaks for a split second. “Answer me.” he grips your jaw gently in his hand and you pout because he’s not kissing you anymore. “Well it was til you stopped…”

“Babe, c’mon. Are you trying to drive me crazy here?” Charlie questions, frowning at you.

The class is still discussing the latest murder to have been gone viral when the two of you slip out of the closet and back into your seats. You’re dripping. And before you left the closet, Charlie Walker ripped off your panties and pocketed them while giving you that calm smirk. 

He says he’ll come by tonight. He wants you to leave your bedroom window open. And while it’s everything you’ve wanted since middle school, there’s a part of you that can’t help but wonder if you haven’t just entered into some kind of unholy union.

Because there’s always been something a little different. Just a little off with Charlie Walker.

#charlie walker #charlie walker fanfiction #scream 4 fanfiction #charlier walker fanfic #charlie walker oneshot #charlier walker x fem!reader #charlier walker x fem!reader fanfiction

[fckinwild-kiwi]

Time to Realize (Pt. 5)

Warnings: Swearing, Grinding (does that need a warning?) If there’s anything else let me know!

Word Counts: 2k+ Words Important Note: The Greek mythology throughout this piece does not accurately or wholly represent Greek mythology to its fullest extent. Some things are changed for the sake of the story. One major plot point is the relationship between Hades and the rest of Mt. Olympus. With that being said, their relationship isn’t family-oriented, but Hades is welcome throughout Mt. Olympus and everyone gets along enough to be tolerated.

Hand in hand, the duo walked up the driveway of the dingy frat house. The bass of the DJ system was making the house feel as if it were also moving to the beat of the song. “Are you doing okay, bub?” Y/n asked, looking up at Harry as she felt his grip on her hand tighten. “Yeah, I just need to remind myself on occasion that you’re still right here. Beside me,” He responded, more so to himself. “I’m not used to these kinds of things. I’m used to being surrounded by dead souls, not living ones.” “I’m right here, I’m not going anywhere,” Y/n said back to him before leaning up and pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. Pulling on his hand, y/n continued leading Harry into the house where they saw people dressed up as ketchup and mustard, cats, and the traditional nurses or prisoners. After passing all of the drunken college students and making their way into the cramped house, Y/n spotted Christine dressed up as a sexy nun talking to a sexy cat. “Chris,” Y/n shouted as she walked up to her best friend. “Holy shit,” Christine shouted back when she saw Y/n walk up. “You look like a fucking goddess. Way too good for a mediocre frat party!” “Thank you,” Y/n said before blushing. “You look sexy as hell too, very ironic of you.” “That was the point, sister. Harry! You look like Mr. Tall, Dark, and Mysterious,” Christine said. “That look definitely suits you!”

“Thanks, Chris, do you guys want anything to drink?”“I would love another drink,” Christine shouted, flipping her now empty cup upside down.

“Me too, I’ll drink whatever,” Y/n said before kissing Harry’s cheek and pushing him in the direction of the drinks. “C’mon Chris, let’s go dance!”

Y/n grabbed Christine’s hand dragging her down towards the dance floor. As a DaBaby song played in the background, Y/n and Christine began grinding on each other, letting go of any early semester stress. Soon, DaBaby faded into Drake and both girls were getting thirsty. “Where’s Harry? I thought he was getting us some drinks,” Christine shouted to Y/n.

“He was, I’ll go look for him,” Y/n said as she pulled her hair onto her left shoulder. After climbing the steps of the living room that was converted into a dance floor for the occasion, she noticed him standing by the drink table. The closer she got though, she noticed a girl dressed up as a maid holding on to his bicep.

“Oh fuck no,” Y/n mumbled mostly to herself before walking up to Harry, grabbing his face and kissing him. Hard. As soon as he realized it was her, he instantly relaxed, kissing back just as hard. Though she couldn’t say the words just yet, y/n wanted to convey everything she felt in that kiss; passion, love, and even possessiveness.

“Um excuse me,” the maid said, pulling y/n off of Harry. “We were in the middle of something.” “Back the fuck off,” Y/n said, turning her attention fully on the girl standing in front of her. “He’s mine.” “He didn’t say he had a girlfriend when we were talking,” the girl shouted back. “That’s a fucking lie, I pointed it out instantly,” Harry said, making his presence known. “Yeah, I don’t believe a fucking word you say, honey. And honestly? I’m fucking crazy and if you don’t walk away now you’re going to see firsthand how crazy I get when I’m disrespected,” Y/n said, smiling sweetly at the girl.“Whatever, I don’t need this shit,” the maid said before walking away. “I’ll find someone to fuck without the baggage.”

“Baby, that was so fucking hot,” Harry groaned. “You should get jealous more often.”

“Fucking Hades,” Y/n mumbled, ripping the two drinks from Harry’s hands before walking off to find Christine.

“Wait a minute,” Harry said, gently grabbing onto Y/n’s elbow to get her attention. “Did you just call me Hades?”

“Yeah, I fucking did. Is there a problem?” Y/n asked, turning back around to give Harry her undivided attention.

“You’ve never called me that before.”

“That is your name isn’t it?” “So we just use our God names when we’re mad at each other now?” “I’m not mad at you, Harry,” Y/n said, releasing a frustrated breath. “She had her hands all over you. And I don’t typically feel the need to be possessive towards anyone I’m dating but fuck! I hate this feeling so much!” “Baby,” Harry said, reaching forward and running his hands down the length of her arms, stopping at the solo cups in her hands. “You have nothing to be upset about. I love you, only you. You can show me I’m yours anytime and anywhere you want. And you know exactly why you haven’t felt that before--“ “Hey, Y/n?” A familiar voice interrupted. “Can I talk to you?” “What the fuck do you want, Rowan?” Y/n shouted, the pent-up emotions from the frustration of the girl talking to Harry and her explosive fight with Rowan finally coming to the surface. “I just wanted to apologize,” Rowan said, stepping backward before looking down at his feet. “To whom?” Y/n questioned. “Me, for calling me the fucking campus slut, to Harry for always having a vendetta against him, or both of us, for trying to ruin our relationship before it even began.” “Y/n, baby,” Harry started as he continued running his hands up her arms. “You’re upset, I don’t think you want the conversation with Rowan to be like this. You miss him, don’t take out your anger or frustration that’s toward me, on him.”“Fuck,” Y/n sighed. “You’re right. I’m sorry Rowan, I’m not in the proper headspace for this conversation right now. Can we meet up later this week for coffee or something and talk? I just don’t want to be extra bitchy at you for something you didn’t do.”

“Yeah, I’d like that,” Rowan said, looking back up at the duo. “Thank you, I’ll see you guys later then. Thank you for coming tonight.”

“My frustration is at you for being so incredibly sexy and me for being a possessive bitch. I definitely didn’t intend on being that crazy though,” Y/n said before leaning up, kissing Harry’s cheek for what felt like the twelfth time tonight. Then whispering into his ear, “I’m sorry for being crazy, I’ll make it up to you later. I promise.”

Harry let out a low growl after feeling her words go straight to his groin. “Baby, stop it. I’ve been hard ever since you kissed me earlier, please don’t tease me.”

“Be a good boy for me the rest of the night and I’ll give you a reward,” Y/n said back, winking at Harry before turning back around and walking back towards Christine before Harry could say anything in return. “Took you two long enough,” Christine said once Y/n handed the drink to her. “Yeah, we had to deal with some girl hanging all over Harry.” “What a skank,” Christine said, trying to make her friend feel better about the situation. “what did you do?” “She wasn’t a skank, Chris. I would have tried to hit on H too, he’s hot as fuck,” Y/n said, sticking up for the girl. “But I informed her that he was mine and she needed to respectfully back off.” “Respectfully, uh huh,” Chris said before knocking back the rest of her drink. “I love you both, but I think I’m going to try and dance with that prison guard over there.” Once Christine walked away from the couple, Y/n turned towards Harry grabbing his hand and leading him towards the group of sweaty bodies on the dance floor. “Harry,” Y/n said into Harry’s ear once they made it to the dance floor. “Earlier, you told me that I was the Queen of Darkness. I want to show you just how dirty this queen plays.”

“Oh fuck,” Harry groaned as y/n turned around to start grinding on him.Monday morning y/n walked out of the lecture hall on a mission to get to the campus coffee shop. 8 am lectures were her biggest enemy at the moment and with all the crazy life events that she’s encountered within the last week, school was the last thing on her mind. It almost made her feel there was no point in what she was studying. She knew the myths about Persephone, her mom explained to her what her capabilities were and even how to maximize them. So really, what was the point in studying something she had all the tools to do perfectly anyway?

Right now though, y/n wanted to keep her life as normal as possible. Maybe go to a few house parties and finish college experience. After she was tired of that, she would fulfill her role on Mt. Olympus and with her family. School wasn’t the most important thing anymore but she was not ready to miss out on what her early 20s were supposed to bring. Y/n once thought that life was short, and for the mortals it is, but she was not mortal and she had all the time in the world. There was no better time to enjoy herself than right now.

Y/n walked into her apartment to see her boyfriend sitting on her couch concentrating on writing something down on paper. Silently she closed the door, walking into the kitchen to admire him from a distance. Lips pursed; eyebrows furrowed into a menacing scowl that only she could recognize as determination instead of frustration. A year was quite a long time to study someone with no use for the information. Now though, she could put it to good use. Y/n was mesmerized and honestly, beyond turned on by his hard exterior. “What are you working on, mister,” she said as she let her presence be known. Not expecting her to show up, Harry let out a shriek, throwing his pencil into the air. “What the fuck,” Harry yelled after he finished gathering his bearings. Y/n was squatting on the floor laughing hysterically, “I believe that you just screamed like that.” She said in between her laughing fits. “You can’t just creep up on a man who’s trying to be a good student and get his classwork in order.” “Why do you even continue to do school, if I was the only reason you even came here?” Y/n questioned, nudging his arm with her own. “Ha ha,” Harry said, glaring up at her. “You aren’t the only reason I came to school here.” “Mhm,” she said, looking back down at him. “Of course, I’m not.” “Okay, whatever, you’re right. I continue to do school because I feel like it’s a way to be closer to you and not smother you when you need the space.” “You’re so fucking cute,” Y/n mumbles before climbing into his lap on the couch before growing quiet. “What’s wrong, baby,” Harry asked as he noticed her change in body language. Y/n tensed at his question, squeezing him tighter.

“Will you go do something with me this weekend,” She questioned, mumbling into his neck. “What did you have in mind? We could go to the beach? Maybe I could show you some more of the Underworld? Like maybe your throne?” Y/n quickly sat up, narrowing her eyes at Harry. “Do I really have my own throne or is this a euphemism for your face?” “Oh,” Harry said, his neck growing red. “You definitely have a throne in the Underworld but my face can be your throne anytime.” Y/n paused, her face heating up before shaking her head. “Stop it, mister. I’m getting distracted and I don’t want to chicken out and this is important!” “Okay, I’m ready, ask away.” “Would you want to go with me to Boston…my little sister called me and she really needs me there this weekend, I totally understand if you have more important things going on with the Underworld and all but--“ “Baby,” Harry said, cutting her off mid-sentence. “You have a sister? How come I didn’t know that?" “Well, she’s technically not my sister, obviously. But we grew up together and she’s basically my sister. I love her to pieces but she starts high school next week and she wants me there to help her get ready and I reallywanthertomeetyou.” “What?” “She’s getting ready for high school--“ “I heard that part. What did you say at the end?” Harry asked. “I really want her to meet you…”

“Of course, I’ll go to Boston with you this weekend. I love you, remember? I would feel honored to meet your sister.”

#Harry Styles Smut #Harry Styles Imagine #Harry Styles Fluff #Harry Styles x Reader #Harry Styles x Reader fluff #Hades!Harry #hades!harry x persephone!reader #Hades!Harry x Reader #Time to Realize #fckinwild kiwi writing #fckinwild kiwi

[vancehopperenthusiast]

Maybe I'm your soulmate || Robin Arellano || Part three

summary- you reschedule your library time with Robin to go on a date with Bruce, maybe it wasn't a game of oreo after all

tags- rain, someone is a huge dick, once again jealous robin teehee,, minimal Finney and Gwen content ):, I fucking hate oreo

CWS - cussing per use

Robin rushed inside the school, avoiding as many people as he could. The rage he felt inside of him was fucking crazy. He didn’t know why exactly he felt this way, but it was horrible. Less than a day ago you guys hated each other. Maybe it was because you were friends with Finney. Robin cares about all of Finney's friends. If Finn holds something dear to him, so does robin. It just works that way. He saw bruce on his way to class and almost exploded right then and there. He thought about saying something, but what if he just embarrassed himself? He shrugged the thoughts off and walked into class and slouched in his seat.

The bell had rung almost thirty seconds ago and you rushed into class, your hair was wrecked and your face was flushed. Robin looked at you curiously and waved you over. You took notice and walked over beaming. “Hey, what happened?” the rather tall boy asked as he sat up. 

You looked away bashfully, “All I'm gonna say is bruce met me in the student bathroom.” Robin was confused for a second, but then it all clicked, holy shit. A deep pit in his stomach hurt him, a lump in his throat formed, and a very strong hatred for bruce Yamada formed.

He scoffed and directed his attention to the teacher who was talking about something he didn’t care about too much. As much as he tried to focus on the subject but the only thing he could think about is how Bruce was all over you less than an hour ago. It made him so angry for no apparent reason, maybe he was just upset because ya know, it was a game of oreo or something.

Right yeah, that makes hella sense. When the bell finally rang you turned to him quickly, “Hey uh wanna meet up around 7?” he looked at you confusedly, “Why not five?” 

“Yeah me and bruce are going to the bowling alley to hang out at five, so see ya then?”

“Yeah sure see ya then.” he rolled his eyes and walked off. Of course, you were going on a date with him that made sense. Bruce was the “it boy” every girl was head over heels for him, hell he even knew a few guys who were. It's unimaginable how many people would kill for a chance like that. 

After school, he didn’t even bother waiting for you and the Blakes. You were probably gonna walk home with bruce so not like that mattered.

Once he got home his mother stopped him, “mijo, I thought you were going to the library right after school, what happened?” 

“Sorry mama, I’m going later she’s busy with her boyfriend” robin huffed shrugging his backpack back onto his shoulder, looking off into the distance. His mother looked confused, she grabbed his shoulder and looked into his eyes, “ma what’re you doing?” the brunette barely had time to process what was happening before he was engulfed in a hug. 

“Oh amor, I’m so sorry, there will be others” robin was confused, pushing his mom away he shook his head, “no mama it’s not like that! We’re barely even friends. I just wish she would have told me sooner so I didn’t have to reschedule so much.”

His mother laughed, “you don’t do anything after school. Reschedule my ass. It’s okay to be jealous over your crushes boyfriend”

“Mami she’s not my crush I don't like her!!” anybody with a brain could see how robin was denying his feelings. He didn’t know what his feelings were. The only person he’s ever dated was tabby Gibson in second grade and she moved away because everyone said she had cooties.

“Sure dear okay.” his mother ruffled his hair and walked off into the kitchen.

It was about an hour before seven, robin had sat there since he got home from school. Just rotting away in his bed. Thinking of nothing in particular.

He was about to get up and get ready, maybe comb his hair a bit and put on s’more deodorant, but his mother's voice rang through the house, “Robin! Someone is on the phone for you. Says it's important.” 

Robin walked down the steps, turning the corner to the kitchen slowly, he took the phone from his mother, slowly and gently putting it up to his ear. “Hello?” 

“Hey Robin, can I come over?” your voice was dry and you were sniffling. “It’s raining, you can’t walk over here”

“Please rob, please,” you begged, although the words could barely make it out your throat. His heart fluttered at the nickname, he figured it was important, “sure yeah okay. The address is 7741 on second street okay” he mumbled,” okay thanks so much’ you sniffled through the phone before hanging up.

It was probably about the project if it was really important you would’ve gone to Finney or better yet Gwen. She gave the better advice out of the two. It had been about ten minutes before you showed up, robin swung open the door.

And there you stood, looking like a wet dog, eyes glossy, nose running, and hugging yourself. He was stunned, why would you come here if you were upset? ‘Hey come on in.” he moved out of the way for you to walk in and swiftly shut the door when you did. “I’ll get you a towel. Stay here’’ he rushed off into the bathroom, and there you sat, dripping wet. “ Hey, here you go. I brought some clothes for when you dry off if you don’t wanna just sit in wet clothes all night.” he handed you the towel and sat the clothes on the head of the couch waving you over. 

You sat on his couch and for the first time in a minute you spoke up. “It was a game of oreo.” your voice shook as you spoke and robin immediately knew what you were talking about. He sighed and hugged you gently, “I'm so sorry N/N”

“It’s fine, I'm gonna go change real quick and we can I dunno, talk or something.” you smiled and walked to his bathroom, towel still wrapped around you as you shivered. it was a pair of unopened boxers and a huge ass black teeshirt. You threw the clothes on and put the towel in the laundry hamper.

“Rob, what do I do with my other clothes?” he looked over and blanked for a minute, you were wearing his clothes. Not like he hadn’t given them to you but still. “Oh you can put them in the laundry hamper  in,y room, upstairs then you take a left and it’s the first door.”

You pretended to understand the directions and walked upstairs. Once you found it, it was a lot cleaner than expected. Some action figures were side by side on a bookshelf, full of horror novels. Some comic books however were sprawled across a corner where a bean bag resided. His bed was messy like he had been laying in it not too long ago. You tossed your clothes into the hamper and walked back downstairs. 

“Do you have a blanket I can use?” 

“Yeah you can use this one.” he grabbed the blanket he was previously using and tossed it over to you. “We can share?” you scooted closer to him, practically laying on his chest. His face was flushed, “yeah sure” he tried to say calmly but a voice crack proved him wrong, you giggled wrapping the blanket around you two.

“So why’d you call me instead of Finney or Gwen?” 

“You were already on my mind, so why not.”

His face once again flushed. “Right, so what happened.” 

“Well we went to my place after school, and we hung out for a little. He was normal the entire time, but when we got to the bowling alley, his friends were there and he was like “ha got ya bitch, it was a dare” you sniffled, your nose still running from the rain and crying for hours before.

“What a dick.” robins jaw tensed, “yeah but whatever. Anyways how was your day?” he couldn’t tell you that he had laid in bed all day sulking, “yeah I just read” 

You snorted, “nerd” reaching up to his face to push up some imaginary glasses. he rolled his eyes, ‘shut up” a few

 moments of silence passed

He was gonna say something but just as he opened his mouth, only, you wouldn't hear him because you had fallen asleep. Soft snores escaped your mouth unwillingly, he grinned, looking up at the ceiling he sighed. Relaxing and trying his hardest to fall asleep too.

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[attemptinghaikyuu]

~Choose your own Ending~

“Hi,” Suna grins big and wide and it makes you hot to have his bright smile directed at you. His eyes flick to the man beside you. Osamu’s is under Suna’s spotlight as well. You try to brush aside your embarrassment.

“What are you..” you trail off almost immediately. You simply stare at it all.

It’s hard to not be speechless, when looking at what’s right in front of you.

Suna Rintarou; your messy best friend, Osamu’s high school best friend… in a dark blue tuxedo. There’s a sparkly bow tie adorning his neck. His hair is slicked back, save for a strand falling in front of eyes. In his hands, he holds a ginormous bouquet of flowers in your favorite color and if you’re remembering right, Osamu’s favorite color is sprinkled in too.

You feel nervous.

“Osamu,” Suna says your name slowly next. “Would you do me the honor of spending a romantic evening with me?”

You feel like you’ve seen this coming, yet it’s so shocking you think your mouth is hanging open.

“What the hell?”

Osamu has beaten you in responding. He doesn’t sound mad as he stares at Suna though, and you realize, Osamu has a blush spreading across his ears and neck.

“Holy shit.” You end up saying.

It’s sinking in fast. The way you feel-

and everything else.

Then with warmth blooming through you and a sense of rightnesses you can’t fully explain, you shout yes. You’re rewarded with a quick grin from Suna as he steps closer to you and looks to Osamu to see if he’ll agree.

He’s nervous too, you realize. There’s sweat sliding down the side of Suna’s face and his hands shake as he grins at Osamu. Waiting patiently for something crazy. You grab your boyfriends hand and shake it. He better say something crazy back.

Osamu finally answers with amazement clear in his voice.

“Yeah, let’s go out.”

#haikyuu!! #haikyuu x gender neutral reader #haikyuu osamu #osamu miya #suna rintaro #haikyuu suna #suna x y/n #suna x you #suna rintaro scenarios #osamu x y/n #osamu x you #osamu x reader #osasuna #haikyuu poly #haikyuu thoughts #<- tag this series is under #the end :) #PLEASE TELL ME IF THIS WAS FUN MAYBE #if you want

[mrsfezziwig]

KQ - The Reason Ateez Don't Win Awards: (Pt 1)

n.b.(Good God I am actually scared of what reaction this may get from other Atiny but I feel like it is something I really need to address!)

Ateez are incredible;

as humans, as a group, as vocalists and as rappers, but their stand out ability comes in the way they perform and dance. I have never seen a group like these eight men when it comes to their star power; all of them could probably be in The Demon Line now they have matured, especially Yunho, who feels more relaxed on stage, more intense and he is most definitely not holding himself back anymore (That YunGi clothes grab in the Wonderland tour version, anyone? This Mrs Fezziwig was fanning herself like a Georgian Regency lady with a hand fan and blaming it on her age - hot flushes, you know... Oof! ). But anyone with a braincell can look at the lack of acknowledgement of their talents in terms of end of year award show nominations and wonder what the hell is going on?! It is incredibly irritating when people who deserve to have their hard work and talents celebrated are passed over again and again.

Now, this is where I just know I am going to be side-eyed, possibly bombastically, because I need to make comparisons in order to make my points as this is only about my opinion, and things I see other Atiny discussing on socials. In addition everyone knows how close the members of these two groups are as friends, hence why I am risking my sanity to say it:

The Comparison - Stray Kids

What makes Stray Kids so well awarded isn't just their agency, which has absolutely helped, with their money, organisation and longevity in the idol industry, but there's also the fact that they have practically carte blanche when it comes to the music they make. No body on this good, green Earth can ignore the sheer genius that is 3RACHA and their most common producer, Versachoi, when it comes to their abilities to write, compose and produce their songs.

Every emotion in the human pantheon of feeling is out there in a song available for fans to discover from their catalogue. Their forte is the musical freedom all the members contribute to the group.

SKZ hits harder because they are performing their own emotion out in song and dance, having three geniuses in one group is fated, no one can ever tell me otherwise... However, Ateez doesn't have that extra layer of connection even though the boys are still insanely versatile and make it work.

That's not the fault of the members, BBTrippin or even on some level the collective Edenary, they're all being told the same thing by the agency. It lies in the fact that those at the top want it to be this way.

I don't say this as a diss against Edenary, and I have yet to find a skip song on their albums. It is all impactful, musically, there is nothing but hit after hit on those but the lyrics just aren't up to par. Guerilla was about a fictional revolution, Halazia was about a fictional revolution from the outsider perspective, Bouncy was about an, um... fictional revolution and Crazy For-... Yeah, I am going to stop here.

KQ CEO-nim, I respectfully say:

Holy Fuck... Drop the fucking storyline into the b-side! Yep, you heard me right - Drop. The. Fucking. Storyline. From. The. Title. Tracks! Plllleeeeaaaaasssseee?

I am pretty sure all the inhabitants of Dimensions A and Z, and how ever many other of these buggers are hiding in the mind of the planners, shall collectively gasp dramatically 'Blasphemy!'

What a cardinal sin to suggest such a thing!!! Pre-debut Atiny are clutching their pearls and Diary Version albums as I speak such foul utterances, wondering how I could possibly have the very cheek of it to say such a thing! Do you think the boys will be proud of the dramatic delivery here? 😂

Yes, there are some moving and heart-wrenching b-sides on Ateez albums that are ignored for the scale of interdimensional time Pirates, which makes it increasingly, painfully obvious that those emotions are rare in their title tracks. So, I will make the point I've been moving up to with the comparison:

KQ need to let loose the reins

I first encountered Ateez in my initial journey with kpop in 2021 and I was in my 'BTS got me hooked, Stray Kids toppled them with Hellevator from my focus, and Ateez seems interesting...' era

Being 38 I felt kinda like some sort of sicko for finding guys I could have birthed attractive and I still have twinges of this feeling occasionally. Thankfully, none of the 5th Gen children are anything other than cute little babies to me, ones that I want to tut at, throwing appropriate clothing their way and ground them for going out in such tiny skirts and dresses. As you can imagine, finding Deja Vu as my first Ateez song sent me screeching dramatically away from the group, hands flapping and looking for a man my age to hide behind [thank you, Rain; you were extremely helpful during my mid-life-ish crisis].

So I continued on my way along up the endurance hike that is the Stray Kids path, again feeling slightly creeped out at myself for buying Oddinary, but also in absolute awe at the music these eight guys made. I still don't have a fucking clue what their storyline is, although it is coming more into focus thanks to the most recent SKZFLIX but that's kinda positive as it allows for their flexibility in terms of what they say and how it's performed and perceived.

At the core, I like their lyrical content better than Ateez, purely due to the fact it's visceral in its emotional impact. With a leader like Bang Chan, I haven't been surprised to find so many amazing fans out there too. Older STAYs I chat with on Discord have been my rock and support as I admitted my feelings of discomfort at the age thing and we figured out it was my STBX husband and his reaction to my new found hobby and likes that left me feeling so icky.

With their help, I finally got the courage up to accept that we were done after 20 years and I haven't missed him except for one occasion [I was facing a general anaesthetic to have a massive abscess on my jaw drained, all alone in a hospital about an hour from home with nobody at all to hold my hand] since he left in March. Every time I faced a backwards step emotionally because of my Ehler-Danlos Syndrome and my limitations, they were there to check on me.

This community is what makes Kpop the best rabbit hole I ever plunged into - stay away from Twitter (No, Elon, it isn't called 'X', it's called Twitter!) and the fans are such magnificently, genuine hearted people who just get me! For the first time in my life my sense of humour wasn't misinterpreted and rather slotted into place like this was where I was meant to be all along. When I found this tribe I was so lonely it was frightful, and it's only by being who I am today with their love and support I can look back at that version of myself and cry for her desperation and black-fog draped soul.

99% of the people in that chat are actually StayTiny, and they were discussing Halazia, insisting I really need to watch the MV. So I did, and as thankful I am for BTS getting me into Kpop and Stray Kids for finding me at my lowest then giving me my coping song in Voices, Ateez overtook them all in one MV. There is something about these guys that I connected with. That began my twisted path in April 2023 in learning names, songs and personality types that lead me to December and the drop of Crazy Form. Yet they may now be my Ult group, Stray Kids are my foundation in the world of idols. And no, I still can't handle Deja Vu no matter how many times I have tried to make it happen. So far I can get to the end of Yunho's opening but I can't take San with that haircut and eyebrows without cringing and backing out, which means I've progressed beyond the sexual feel of the song and am now firmly entrenched in 'Second-hand Embarrassment Station'.

Ateez could be much bigger if...

Despite the connection I found with these seven crackheads plus Jongho, instantly was thrown off by the incessant focus on the story of Ateez and dimension hopping, wondering where they were, as in where were the personal stories; the freedom of expression and grounding focus of reliving your experience in music?

If the story came in the form of a novel, I would be pre-ordering that shit off Amazon faster than I pre-order SKZ and Ateez albums. And I am not alone in this sentiment. After five years in the industry, these guys aren't newbies, they have the experience to handle the responsibilities of writing their own songs with guidance from Edenary and creating their own choreo alongside BBTrippin.

Hearing how the agency weaves the lore into every single MV and title track, I felt angry. I still am and am likely to always be, because if they let up and allowed the boys to display their joy, sorrow, happiness and agony in their songs and choreo, Ateez would be even greater, they'd be a force to be reckoned with particularly in the international market where they just work already. This is where BTS and Stray Kids have Ateez beat.

international fans have come to expect that the music is written and produced by the members of a group. Sure this could be argued as being a side effect of BTS getting so big, it's also a factor no one should discount.

Now, I shall move onto the part I love most: 'saying shit 'people who don't have a genetic pain disorder and who still have two flying fucks to give' won't...

The agency is responsible for the lack of mainstream recognition in terms of awards and fans because that oomph 3RACHA pour into their music is where the disparity lies.

With performers like the eight men in Ateez imagine them being up there on the VMAs stage getting all the praise... And the viral Taylor Swift reaction to match... Her reaction to Chan was just so relatable after all (be still my Swiftie/STAY/Atiny manic heart). I can't lie, the thought of them never being recognised in the mainstream before it's too late and they disband to focus on solo careers makes me tear up. Oh, that's so dramatic of me is what people who don't know Ateez will think,

'Ewwww... it's not that deep 🙄! Go touch some fucking grass and stop being so saesang coded' { Bitch, if I could go outside without dislocating my hip, I'd still be an Archaeologist! Is that enough grass and mud for you all?}

With a massive 'Wooyoung-thicc, baby-girl-twerking' ass BUT(t):

The thing is, it actually is that deep.

I am sick of spending comeback day piecing together the story point instead of looking at the video and lyrics and it's meaning. Which invariably is about the destruction of the dystopian universe. Don't Stop did the story telling in a way that made sense for what the video portrays and it works real fucking well (plus Mingi? Oooh, damn boyyy!). We understood it because it was all there to be found!

Imagine having that every comeback day, the 'falling out of bed at 5am to match KST' would be so much more enjoyable because there isn't any depth to plunder, it would be a {most definitely not} straight shooting banger or bopper or tear-mopper of a track, ALMOST ENTIRELY written and produced by the members for us to enjoy on repeat. Then a few days later the Edenary b-side/s with all the storyline desired would drop and we would be mentally prepared to disect every second of it because our thirst would have diminished to the 'reasonably manageable when those eight beautiful men plus San's chocolate bar abs are in the world' level.

Whilst I intended to make all my points in one post, I will split it up because of the length it's going to be... To be continued...

#ateez #hongjoong #seonghwa #yunho #yeosang #choi san #mingi #wooyoung #jongho #kq entertainment #crazy form #comeback #edenary #don't stop #music #AtoZ #dystopia #music video #opinion #Atiny #8 makes 1 team #kpop #Spotify

[currentlyfckingurmom]

Her Song part 33

"I'm just gonna go take a quick walk around the building. He might be here," JJ announces.

"Okay. Be safe," I reply. She nods and exits the apartment, leaving Florence and I alone in the living room.

"I can't believe you didn't tell me about any of this," Florence starts. "I mean, we're in a relationship, are we not? I know we haven't really had this talk yet, but I'm not gonna dance around it with high school bullshit. I really care about you, Y/N, and that means no keeping secrets from each other."

"I know, Flo, I know I should've told you. But I was just so focused on getting you and Syd out of here, I wasn't thinking. I just want you to be safe, mon amour. Je t'aimerais jusqu'à la fin de mes jours."

Her glassy eyes look into mine and I smile softly. "I have no idea what the fuck you just said, but it was really hot," she says. We both laugh and I pull her body close to mine, wrapping her in a tight hug.

"It doesn't matter," I whisper into her neck, pressing a kiss to the soft skin. "I wanna do this. I wanna be all in with you. As soon as Ben is gone, I want you. For real. I want the world to know that I am head over heels for Florence Pugh. I want Syd to know. I just want you."

"Head over heels, huh?"

"From the second I laid eyes on you."

"Let's tell the world, Y/N."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." We smile like teenagers in love and kiss fervently, forgetting the troubles surrounding us, just for a moment. My phone dings in my pocket. I ignore it and hold Florence closer. It dings again. I sigh and dig it out.

JJ: SOS JJ: ROOF ACROSS THE STREET

"What the hell?" I mumble, jumping up from the couch. I get out on the balcony and squint my eyes to try and see the rooftop of the building across the street. I can't see anything. My phone vibrates with an incoming call from JJ.

"JJ, what's going on?"

"Well, I caught your friend here lurking around the building. Not very nice," a male voice gravels through the phone. "Don't worry though, sweetheart, I took care of her for us. See you soon."

"Ben, I swear to god if you touch her-" He cuts me off by ending the call. "Shit!" I yell.

"Y/N, what's going on?" Florence asks shakily. 

"Stay here, call the police," I instruct as I throw on a pair of shoes.

"Are you fucking crazy? You're not going out there alone! Tell me what's going on!"

"Flo, there's no time! Just trust me, okay? Call the cops. I'll be back." I open the apartment door and step out, looking back as I exit. "I love you, Flo." And then I close the door, running through the apartment building. Down the stairs. Down. Down. Faster. Down. Across the street. My lungs are burning. I don't have a fucking plan. I reach the building across the street. The doors are locked. I run around the side, trying every door in sight. They're all locked.

"Fuck!" I grunt, pulling on another door. I run around the back of the building, tripping over the cracked concrete but quickly getting back up. I see the fire escapes, and I take my chance. I climb up and up until the black metal stairs end. There's still about ten feet to the roof. Fuck. I glance over at the metal pipe attached to the side of the building and swallow thickly. Before I can change my mind, I grab ahold of it and swing my body off the fire escape, placing my feet on the rivets in the pipe. I take a few shaky breaths, then force myself to climb. Up and up, until I reach the top and heave my body onto the roof. "Holy shit," I breathe, standing shakily. I glance around but don't see anything. 

I pause, thinking I heard something. A man's voice. I can't make out what he's saying, but I know it's him. And it sounds like he's dragging something. JJ. I step quietly across the roof, pausing when I reach the corner of what looks like a small utility room. I peer around the corner and immediately jump back, seeing Ben dragging JJ's motionless body across the roof.

"Y'know, it's not very nice to spy on people, Agent Jareau. You couldn't have just left us alone, huh? It's too bad...You were a pretty one," he mumbles.

My heart lurches in my chest and I step out from the corner. "Ben!"

He looks up with wide eyes, momentarily looking ashamed to be caught red-handed. "Well hey there, darlin'. Glad you could join us. Wanna lend a hand?" I don't say anything. "No? Okay then. Why don't you sit pretty and give me a few minutes okay? Then we can talk, yeah?" he says brightly with a sickeningly sweet smile.

"Fuck you," I spit, but I'm frozen to my spot. My legs won't move forward. I'm scared of this man. I don't want to be, but, fuck, I am.

"Oh, we'll get there, baby, trust me. But right now I'm busy," he grunts, dragging JJ's body once again. I lunge forward and push him, but he barely budges and now I'm only a few inches from his huge body. "See now that was just unnecessary, sweetheart," he says tightly, grabbing my arm.

I wince, already feeling the bruises forming on my arm. "Ben, you're hurting me," I say through clenched teeth.

"If you want me to play nice, then you're gonna have to behave," he spits.

"Hey, douchebag!" someone yells, and then Ben collapses to the ground. Florence is standing there holding a pipe, her mouth agape.

"Holy shit, Flo. I told you to stay there! What the fuck!" I yell, panicking.

"Oh, yeah, you clearly had the situation under control here. I'll just go then, yeah? You can deal with the big stalker-man by yourself, hm?" she retorts, visibly panicked.

"I was working on it!" I scream.

"You cunt!" Ben seethes as he staggers into a standing position, clutching the back of his head. He stumbles toward Florence and I jump in front of her. He steps closer and I slap him across the face as Florence and I both scream. "I'm gonna kill you both, I swear to god!" Florence knees him in the nuts and he crumples to the ground, his face bright red. He grabs her ankle, pulling her to the ground as he punches the side of her face, and she falls unconscious. He lunges at me with a knife, tackling me to the ground and holding the blade to my throat. "I didn't wanna have to do this but I'm running out of options, sweetheart. I'm giving you one last chance to behave. Are you gonna be a good girl for me?"

"Go to hell," I grit out as I feel a line of blood trickling down my throat. He puts more pressure on the blade and I feel it cut deeper, but then his face goes slack and he falls to the ground beside me. I don't even register the gunshot. I only stare into his glassy eyes. Everything is ringing and I'm getting dizzier. He's dead? They're safe. It's okay. He's dead.

I faintly hear yelling. Someone is kneeling over me, tapping my face. "Hey,  Y/N, baby, c'mon. Say something, please. It's Flo, can you hear me?"

"It's, yeah...I can- I can hear you," I mumble.

"She's losing a lot of blood," Flo says tightly.

"I know. The ambulance is on the way," JJ answers, blood dripping down the side of her face.

"Flo? Am I- Am I gonna die?" I cough, blood spilling from my mouth.

"No, darling, you're not gonna die. I promise, okay? You're gonna be just fine. Syd needs you, Y/N. Just keep your eyes open, okay?"

"Okay," I whisper, but everything's getting heavier and I'm just so tired. My eyes start slipping closed.

"Hey, don't do that. Stay with me, Y/N. Y/N? Hey, I love you, asshole. Keep your eyes open. Just for a few more minutes, okay?"

"Okay," I promise, and then my eyes close and everything goes black.

#florence pugh x reader #florence pugh

[pumpkinglooms]

Things they do only around/with You <3 |Demon Slayer Ver.|

A/N: Since Muchiro is a minor his is written with platonic intent!

Characters: Muchiro, Gyomei, Uzui, Obanai, Genya

Genre: Fluff

Warning(s): Mentions of slapping in Muchiro's part, One mention of murder in Uzui's part,

○Tokito Muchiro○

•He will run purely off impulse with you, he wants to hold your hand? He'll do it. He wants to give you a kiss on the cheek? He'll do that too! He wants to slap you over the head? He'll do that as well.

The both of you are having a small picnic whilst you talk about the Corps, Demons and other life stuff, and currently you're telling a story, "Yeah and so I was like, 'You can't do that!' And he was like, 'Yes I can I'm a demon blah blah blah' and so then I-" Muchiro is barley listening, in all honesty he zoned out 3 minutes into the story. All he can think about now is how hittable the back of your head looks, how fast he could slap the back of your head, and how crisp the sound would be. He doesn't think about the consequences to his actions, of course he doesn't. Instead he stands up, and gives you the cleanest slap on your head you've ever received in your entire life, and you shut up real quick. That slap was so violent it felt personal, you saw stars. He acts like it didn't happen too. He sat right back down and asked, "What were you saying again?" In return you stared at him like he was crazy whilst holding the back of your head.

○Gyomei Himejima○

•He stands in the middle of the hallway late at night and starts to softly cry that the most random things, you could be grabbing a glass of a water and you see a large ass, 7'2 man standing in the middle of a room/hallway. Its terrifying.

You softly open your eyes, it's dark in the room and you're thirsty as hell, so after a sigh you begrudgingly get up and lug yourself to the kitchen to grab a quick glass of water, while making your way there you see a figure in the hall, you stop. It wasnt moving to begin with. And then, it starts crying. This, this was odd. Both of you were pausing not uttering a single word and the only thing filling that silence were soft sobs. Then you remembered, your boyfriend, who you asked to sleep over at your house. That was him. That was the large ass figure literally touching your ceiling. "Gyomei? Is that you sweetie?" You call out loud enough for him to hear but softly at the same time. You see the figures head move and a somewhat quiet yes slip out of his mouth. You let out a loud and hard sigh of relief, "Holy shit- I thought my house was being haunted." You say to him and start laughing. "You wanna go back to bed and talk about it?" Gyomei walks over and nods to you, making his way past you to get to your room and you follow. And it's not until you're all snuggled up in bed cuddling with Gyomei about to go right back to sleep that you remebered the whole reason you dragged yourself out of bed in the first place, "My fucking water!"

○Uzui Tengen○

•This man has no shame in interrupting you half the time, You literally could say one word and he would start talking about a mission he had with Kyojuro, and he won't understand when you get upset with him.

You and Uzui are going through a small village looking for something Suma sent you both out to get, it was comfortable silence but you remembered a funny story Mitsuri had told you and wanted to share it with Uzui. "Oh yeah! So Mitsuri-" you begin, but are quickly cut off, "Do you remeber how I went on a mission with Kyojuro? Yeah and on the mission-" he begin, completely dismissing that you were talking, you get a bit irritated by this "You interrupted me." He stares at you for a second, smiles, then continues. "Anyways, I found the demon we were looking for and I wanted to do the element of surprise, y'know flamboyant and flashy sorta way. But Kyo was loud as hell and shouted at it. Which made it panic-" you stare at him like you're about to kill him, but you decided to just go a separate way and look for it yourself as you don't want to be held accountable for murder. Uzui noticed that you changed direction and he follows, still talking as you're on the verge of slapping him. "Hey, are you mad or something?" He ask, and you slowly turn to stare him dead in the eyes not saying anything while he stares at you nervously. "Are you?" He ask, a little more nervous, you turn back around and keep walking not paying attention to him. Mans was confused for so long.

○Iguro Obanai○

•He sometimes hisses his S' like a snake and when he did it in front of you he looked at you with wide eyes then continued to give you the swiftest, cleanest 1-2 piece combo you've ever had in your life. You didn't even get a chance to speak.

You and Obanai were currently hanging out on a rooftop peacefully watching the light blue sky chatting about snakes as Obanai is quite fond of them, "That's interesting! But how does that work?" You ask after Obanai gets done telling you about an nice fact about snakes, "Well, some of their prey produce 'slime or mucus-" he stopped as he realized he hissed out, 'slime'. He stares at you as you stare back, wonder where to go from here. Theres silence, nothing but silence, that you decide to break. Or at least try. "Ob-" you finish as quickly as you start as he stands on the roof, grabs your arm, he then proceeds to pull you up and his fist make contact with your stomach. He don't give you any time recover as he pulls you forwards and hit the side of your neck right on the pressure point, knocking you the fuck out. It was literally like 10 seconds, 10 seconds that you had zero time to process.

○Genya Shinazugawa○

•He's a sweetheart, truly. But this mf stares at you so intensely you literally get close to tears. You could get a small ass scar and he would stare at you tryna figure out if something new happend to you. Its terrifying.

Genya is training more and more as you're watching from a safe distance. Soon, Gyomei stops him and tells him to take a break because of his hard work. Genya nods and makes his way over to you and You and Gyomei share a simple yet friendly wave. "Hello Y/N." He says, a small smile on his face as he looks at you with kind eyes, you turn to face him and greet him back. He stares at you for a second, then his smile drops, he scowls and his eyebrows furrow. Now this. This is a lil concerning. You gulped a little and asked if something was wrong, he doesn't answer but instead grabs your face and squints his eyes, face still the same. Now you're sweating bullets. You don't know what the hell is going on with him. Shit, at this point you're thinking he's gonna start angry crying. Then, he sees it. A small scar is on your eyebrow. "You got a new scar!" He exclaims, all his previous expressions fade away as he seems so joyful for realizing that new small feature. You on the other hand just stare at him, and then crack a smile as a singular tear slips down your face.

A/N:I'm so sorry this took decades to write I literally lost motivation halfway through and didnt wanna finish writing this. But I did! :)

#kinetsu no yaiba #genya x y/n #gyomei x y/n #uzui x y/n #obanai x y/n

[minasmind]

fair trade - the surprise

pairing - eddie munson x black! fem! alternative reader

warnings - mention of blood and injury

a/n: my bad ya’ll. college classes + procrastination has been killing me. hope you like it!

THIS IS THE FINAL PART (part four) here is PART ONE, PART TWO, and PART THREE

after the group released from the hug and you guys announced that being the end of your performance, ivy pulled you to the side.

“girl, your fingers are-“

“i know, i know. you got, like, wipes or a bandaid or something? i got it on the fuckin’ mic too. don’t want anybody else touching it. pretty sure that’s, like, the number one way to spread diseases.”

“what, you got a disease now?”

you give her a blank look, lightly pushing her to go grab the wipes. it didn’t take long before she was coming back, handing you an entire case of wet wipes. the crowd paid you no mind as you wiped blood from numerous surfaces, far too caught up in their own worlds to even notice the blood in the first place.

after everything was wiped down and dolly, bless her soul, forced you into covering your fingers with an unnecessary amount of bandaids, the four of you made your way off the stage.

almost immediately, you were engulfed in the tight embrace of sasha williams, a loud laugh passing your lips as you hugged her back. the girl did nothing but spew praise from her lips before rushing to the other girls.

you stayed put, eyes scanning the crowd for your boy. what with the way eddie had been pushing through the crowd to get to you, it didn’t take long for you two to be standing in front of each other once again.

he couldn’t contain himself as he basically yanked you into a hug, lifting you from the floor as he muttered out a small: “holy shit, y/n.”

when he’d finally put you down, it was like his body just refused to let go of you. he kept your shoulders in an excited hold, taking a step back to look at you.

“how you still manage to look angelic after completely killing it on stage is beyond me,” he says.

you laughed, muttering out a shy “stopppp” as you brought your hands up to his wrists, gently holding on to them as you caressed at his skin with your thumbs.

“no, no, i don’t think i will. i mean, how could i? you were amazing up there. a true rockstar,” eddie slides his hands off of your arms, slyly grabbing onto your hands instead.

not being able to say anything but thank you, you stare into his eyes, biting at your lip in attempts to conceal the goofy smile that was sure to take over your face. he tightens his grasp on your hand, finally taking note of the many, many bandages that covered your fingers.

“how the hell-”

“guess i played a little too hard.”

eddie paused, looking from the bandages to you, seeming to put the pieces together on his own.

“jesus h. christ, and you played with them like that?” he asked, the concern clouding his mind being drowned out by a strange type of admiration. i mean, yeah, you getting hurt sucks and he’s gonna pester you about it later on but…

“that’s so fucking metal, y/n,” is all that he can seem to say, his hands now lightly fiddling with the parts of your hands that weren’t bandaged.

you let out a laugh at his words. of course he would say that.

“you’re crazy,” you say, laughing as you shook your head.

you watch as eddie opens his mouth to say something, the words seeming to catch in his throat as his cheeks are painted with a sudden, light blush. you tilt your head, urging him to go on.

“what?” you ask, a soft smile on your face as you squeezed his hands.

“nothing,” he laughs, his laugh not sounding all the way genuine. “nothing. i just…”

you two are overcome with a familiar silence, staring into each other’s eyes as you held hands. eddie traded his words in for holding your gaze, finding himself lost in all that is you.

“oh!” you exclaim, suddenly break the tension and making eddie look at you with wide, almost teasing eyes. “your surprise!”

“wait, i thought welcome home was the surprise…”

“well, i mean, yeah, it was a surprise but it wasn’t the surprise. i guess i just did that to uh…” you trail off, making an effort to look anywhere but him.

he looks at you with curious eyes, moving forward so you’d be forced to have him in your line of sight. you laugh at his advances, figuring it was too late to back out now.

“i guess i just did that to impress the great edward munson.” you were teasing him but the sincerity was there.

and eddie was quick with his response.

“sweetheart, you impress me just by existing.”

oh my god.

“eddie…” is all you can say, your tone slightly whiny.

“what?” and he laughs as he says it, knowing exactly what he’s doing.

“you’re sayin’ all this stuff,” you say, mind gone fuzzy with euphoria. “how am i supposed to react, huh? what do you want me to say?”

“well, that, lady y/l/n, depends on how many times i have to say it before you take a hint.”

“well, in that case…”

you don’t finish your sentence, giving him a look as you held back a smile.

“oh, yeah?” he pauses. “wait…i don’t get it.”

you laugh at his confusion, not even clarifying before rushing away. you grab at the black box from your book bag, lightly shaking it to make sure it’s actually in there. you let out a sigh before rushing back to eddie, slightly worried that he wouldn’t be where you last left him.

“hey,” you say, a loud sigh passing your lip before you smiled at him.

“hi,” he laughs.

you shove the box in his direction, nerves going heywire as you’d been waiting to give him the present for almost a week now. he looked up at you, as if asking for permission to open it.

“go ahead.”

the boy hesitantly opens the box, mouth falling open when he saw what was inside. in the box lied a silver ring. it was shaped into a skull, parts of it tarnished to add accents to the poor soul’s bones.

he looked up at you.

“i can’t take this, y/n.”

“what?” you frown. “no, you have to. i made it for you.”

“holy shi- you made this?!”

you weren’t exactly the best silversmith so you thought the ring being homemade was kind of obvious. maybe you were wrong.

“i can’t, y/n, this is too-“

“i told you if you came to the show i’d give it to you. i literally made it for you. take the ring, eddie.”

“ya know…you didn’t need to give me this to get me here. i was gonna come to the show anyway,” he says, slyly closing the box in a way that made you eye him in suspicion.

“really?”

you didn’t believe a word he said.

“yeah, i mean, sasha invited me. said something about the lead singer having a real thing for freaks,” he says, a teasing smile worn on his face.

oh.

“oh my god. did she actually say that?” you ask, heart dropping.

eddie laughs at your question and you’ve never wanted to run and hide more than you did right now.

“what the fuck. that’s so embarrassing,” you say, arms crossed as you looked away, not being able to help it as a nervous laugh passed your lips.

“no, it’s okay. at least now,” eddie pauses, gently grabbing your chin and guiding it so your eyes would be on him again. “atleast now i know this isn’t one sided, right?”

“eddie, how could you think this is one sided?” you ask, honestly caught off guard. “i’ve been liking you since sixth grade.”

“really?” he asks. “sixth grade?”

“yeah…”

“y/n, in sixth grade i was a walking atrocity. i don’t know how you even…you’re taste in men is questionable. beyond questionable. how can you-“

“oh my god. shut up,” you laugh, playfully rolling your eyes.

at this point, another band had began their show. you two were sharing hushed words, standing dangerously close to one another.

the louder the band played, the more the conversation seemed to die off. you didn’t even notice the way eddie was looking down at his hands, the small box you’d given him stored safely in one of his pockets.

you were lost in the sound of a band named apocalypse II. the name was strange but the music was amazing. you even found yourself writing their name down somewhere on your arm, hoping it wouldn’t smudge as the night went on.

eventually, their performance ended and eddie was turning back to you.

“here,” he says.

you look and see that the ring that always adorned eddie’s ring finger is now laid in his palm, held out in your direction. you look from the ring and back to eddie.

“you’re giving me your ring?”

“i figured it’s a fair trade,” he says. now he’s the shy one. “and…and the show itself was a gift of its own so…”

you watched as eddie took a moment, patiently waiting for him to say whatever it is he wanted to say next.

“y/n, i want to take you out on a date.”

his words are abrupt and unexpected.

you and eddie had been friends for years and you thought you were making your fondness for him obvious but he never really got the hint. he never asked you out. and now he was.

“oh…” is all you can say.

fuck, why is that all you can say?

before you even get the chance to bash yourself properly, eddie’s speaking again.

“if i’m totally screwing this up right now and that’s not what you want then i’ll walk away. we don’t ever have to talk about it again, you don’t even have to talk to me if you don’t want to but i can’t-“

he’s not even able to finish his sentence before you’re leaning in. he goes silent at the close proximity.

though you were the one to make the first move, you find yourself hesitating, the world going hazy as you focus in of the feeling of being so close to him. your shared breaths as you stare into each other’s eyes, bodies leaning into one another.

eddie’s the one to place his lips on yours.

his surprisingly soft lips meet your glossed ones. you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him close as he grasped at your waist.

the kiss doesn’t last long. it obviously wasn’t the right time or place but when you pulled away, you were grinning like fools.

eddie didn’t hesitate in making his next move.

he takes the ring and slips it onto your thumb, his hands slightly shaky as he did so. afterwards, the boy handed you his gifted ring, dramatically bowing as he did so. an excited smile made its way onto your face as you took the ring and put it on his finger.

not too long ago, you’d caught eddie staring down at his ring clattered hand as he anxiously chewed at the nails of his other hand. you’d asked him what was wrong, thinking he had a hangnail or something, and he said something about his vamp ring not matching with the others. though never materialistic, eddie always treasured what he had. so naturally, the great debate between keeping and tossing the ring was ten times more dramatic than it needed to be.

your dad is a metalsmith and he lets you work with him often. you figured you could make eddie a ring as a gift and it’d solve the whole issue.

“do you like it?” you ask, shyly.

“are you kidding? this ring is the best fucking thing ever,” he’s cutting himself off by pulling you in for another kiss, his hands holding your face as you lean into one another.

this time, the kiss lasts a moment longer and you both find yourselves smiling into it. eventually, your smiles grew too wide and you had to pull away.

“let’s get out if here,” he says.

“eddie,” you respond, shocked at his blunt eagerness.

“no, wait, not like that, i mean,” he pauses, his eyes quickly flickering behind you. “sasha’s been staring us down for the past few minutes...now, i’m not one to judge but-“

you laugh, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the door.

(poor sasha’s been waiting for this to happen for way too long. it’s safe to say she was freaking out a little.)

“let’s go.”

the rest of the night is spent in eddie’s van, harsh music playing softly as you shared kisses in the midst of talking about whatever came to mind.

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