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castiwls · 3 months

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Hey there! 😀 Can I request two sets of headcanons about being Sam and Dean's twin sister?

"i was with you before we were even born"

Being the boy's twin

Dean

He’s older by like 5 minutes (he never lets you forget it)

You were both really close even as babies. I imagine there was a phase where if your parents separated you both for too long you would cry.

You both get closer after the fire. For the first few months, you would always curl up in the same bed together out of fear of the other one disappearing.

As a teen, you started to question your dad more and more about hunting. You're not as complacent as Dean is to John and his rules. This led to many arguments.

“Why can’t you just do as he says?” “Because Dad’s word isn't god Dean!”

He’d be just as protective over you as he is of Sam.

When Sam left for Stanford you and Dean started to take cases on your own.

You would try and sabotage any hookups he found in bars. You really hated having to go for ‘walks’ during said hookups. He got you back for it.

You both look very alike.

When it was just you and Dean hunting there were multiple times where people would mistake you for a couple of cases.

After your dad died you and Dean didn’t talk for a while. You both argued over why John did what he did and it led to one of your worst fights.

Bobby had to kick sense into you both.

You and Dean don’t fight often but when you do it's bad. When you were younger one time it got so bad that it took Sam yelling and walking out for you both to stop.

When Castiel came around you were unsure but after he saved you on a hunt you began to trust him.

Knowing Dean wasn’t ok after Hell and begging him to talk.

“Dean I know you're not ok.” You frowned and reached out to his arm. “You can talk to me, no one's gonna judge you.”

He did eventually tell you he remembered hell. He begged you not to tell Sam though. (You did tell Sam though)

Finding out about the whole vessel thing and freaking out.

“What do you mean vessels? Why is Heaven and Hell’s fight our issue?”

Since you and Dean were twins you both were classed as Micheal vessels.

You were adamant that Dean wasn’t doing it and he was the same about you.

This again led to another argument.

In the end, there was no way you were letting Sam walk into that fight alone so you ended up saying yes also.

Dean was pissed.

Dean begging for months after that Cas or someone would pull you both out of the cage. (Little did he know someone had)

You randomly appeared on Lisa’s doorstep 6 months later and Dean completely freaked.

After that, he barely let you out of his sight.

You didn’t tell him about Sam also being out (You knew something was wrong with your younger brother and you didn’t wanna worry Dean.)

Eventually reuniting with Sam and feeling so guilty when you found out he had no soul.

Dean insisted that it wasn’t your fault.

He helped you with nightmares from the cage. You found yourself sleeping in the same bed as him again.

Sam

You were older by like 10 minutes. You always teased him about it.

He got you back by teasing you over being short.

Neither of you have any memories of life before the fire so as children you used to both make up stories to help comfort each other.

These stories helped you both pretend that you at least knew your mom and what normal life was like.

You both kinda depended on each other growing up.

While you didn’t verbalise it like Sam, you also didn’t like hunting or the constant moving around.

You were a bit more of a social butterfly than your twin but you still struggled with having to make new friends constantly.

Like your brother, you were also quite smart and did well in school.

For a while, you wanted to be a doctor but knew realistically you had no chance.

As you got older you began to grow a slight resentment towards your dad for forcing you all into this life. One day after a bad hunt you snapped and told your dad how you felt. New’s flash it went really bad.

Your eyes widened as you realised what you had just said. Dean slowly pushed his arm in front of you urging you to move back as your Dad turned to face you. “What did you just say.” Your dad’s voice was hard as he took a step forward. You felt Sam pull you back further as Dean tried to defuse the situation.

After that things were awkward for a while. You went to go stay with Bobby much to Sam’s disdain.

You came back a year later when you were 17.

Things were ok until Sam left for Stanford. You were happy for him but also jealous that he was getting out and you weren't.

During that time you and Dean became close.

Reconnecting with Sam after your dad went missing and helping him when Jess died.

Feeling guilty when your dad died that you spent so much time resenting him (He apologised just before Azael came)

Unlike your brother, Azael didn’t do anything to you so you never had any issues with demon blood.

Convincing Sam that he wasn’t a monster.

When he died the first time you were inconsolable for days.

You and Dean arguing over Deans's deal.

Hating Ruby and knowing she was up to something. Her also causing you and Sam to fall out over his powers.

You and Dean both knew that while Sam was trying to do a good thing she was not.

Helping him with his guilt over Litlth and Lucifer.

Him and you making up after Rubys' death. This actually made you and Sam closer than ever.

Again having to convince him that he is not a bad person when the whole Lucifer and Micheal thing comes to light.

You’re the middleman in the situation. You spent most of your time trying to convince both your brothers not to say yes.

Convincing Dean but not managing to convince your twin.

Before saying yes Sam said that he wanted you to get out and have a normal life.

You were pretty heartbroken but after hanging around Dean and Lisa for a few months you ended up meeting someone (Lisa set you up but you don’t know that)

You both moved in together and you found yourself actually enjoying this normal life.

Then Sam appeared and you had to choose. Dean told you to stay but you knew you couldn’t leave Sam.

When you found out about Sam having no soul you felt so guilty.

“How didn't I realise sooner?” You sat down on the bed placing your head in your hands. Dean gently rubbed your back with a small sigh. “None of us knew. It’s not your fault.

You ended up kinda living two lives for the next year until Sam got his soul back and you realised living two lives was too dangerous. You broke up with him but you both ended up getting back together a few years later.

Sam was happy that you'd found someone and pushed for you to stay with him. But you knew your place was always gonna be with your brothers.

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strniohoeee · 5 months

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Broken

Pairing: Matt Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Y/N is depressed, and Matt takes notice to her behavior. Matt being the good friend he is he tries to get her out of her funk, but will it work?🫂

Warnings⚠️: None just mentions of depression. This was a request but Tumblrs being a munch and not letting me add it

Song for the imagine: hope ur ok- Olivia Rodrigo

But, God, I hope that you’re happier today

Cause I love you

And I hope that you’re okay

It’s been getting worse. I hate this feeling, this darkness that consumes me. I wanted nothing more than to feel okay. I hate the way my depression swallowed me whole and made me want to disappear from the face of the earth.

I just wanted to feel okay, I wanted to feel normal and not drained. I know my friends were getting annoyed with me. I would slip into these phases of not wanting to talk to them, see them, go out with them. I mean I could barely get out of my bed to do anything. Often skipping meals and not drinking water. I would just sleep all fucking day and cry when I was awake.

I was fortunate enough to be an influencer, so I didn’t have to worry about actually getting up to work. I posted YouTube drafts and TikTok drafts. It worked for a while, but people started to catch on, and were wondering where I went. I couldn’t even be honest and come out and say I was so depressed I couldn’t even sit up in my bed.

The one person who noticed the fastest was Matt. Randomly one day he started texting me wondering how I was doing, what I was doing, if I wanted to hang out with him and his brothers, if I wanted to join them for dinner, if I wanted to film a video with them. I appreciated it truly, but I also kept lying to him. Telling him that I was busy or I had plans, or I was filming. I could not allow anyone to see me this way. I mean I didn’t even want to see myself this way…..

Matt had put me in a groupchat with Chris and Nick, and honestly it was making me feel better. They kept my mind off of things by constantly making me laugh. I mean they would text from 10AM till 2AM every single day.

The blue eyed freaks🧿🧿

-Y/N can you pleaseeeeee come hang out with us we haven’t seen you in like two months- Chris

-Idkkkk -me

-plzzzzz like you never hangout with us anymore-Nick

-yeah I’ve just been busy-me

-busy??? Yeah right not busy enough to not hang out with us- Chris

-hey if she doesn’t want to hangout don’t force her, but we do miss you and would love to see you-Matt

-thanks Matt🖤-me

-booooo boring come over now, or I’ll come pick you up-Chris

-you can’t even drive Chris-me

-okay….ill get matt to drive me to come pick you up-Chris

-fineeeeee okay fine I’ll be over in a hour-me

-FUCKKKKK FINALLY OMG YES- Chris

-see yall soon<3-me

I had gotten up and decided to shower, washing my hair and just really try to clear my mind, and enjoy the fact that I’m getting to see my friends again. I hadn’t been out of my house in a good month, and this was giving me major anxiety.

I felt like once they’d see me they would know I haven’t been okay, and that’s something that scared me. I had to seem okay. I was never the one who broke down… ever.

I hadn’t finished getting ready. At first I wanted to put on some makeup to hide my dark eyes, but I decided against it because I really wasn’t in the mood. I headed out, and drove to the triplets house. When I got there Matt texted me letting me know that the door was unlocked and to meet them in his room.

I let myself in and walked to Matt’s room.

“Y/N” Chris yelled coming over and hugging me

“Hi guys” I said laughing

“She’s aliveeee” Nick said hugging me

“How have you guys been?” I asked plopping myself down on Matt’s bed with them

“We’ve been good, just filming honestly” Matt said

“Nice that’s always fun” I said

“I love it so much truly, but how have you been?” Nick asked

“I’ve been good, you know. Just uhhh been busy” I said lying straight through my teeth

“Nice, what have you been doing” Matt asked

“Oh you know just filming and editing and just going out with some of my other friends” I said

“I love your hair color by the way, when did you dye it red?” Chris asked me

“Oh like two months ago I need to get my roots done actually” I said running my hands through my hair

“Two months ago? I thought this was recent all your TikTok’s and YouTube videos your hair was black” Matt said looking at me suspiciously

“Oh uhhh” was all I could manage because I knew Matt was onto me

“Okay anyways I’m hungry” Chris said breaking the awkwardness

“Me too” Nick said

“McDonald’s?” Chris asked

“Fuck yes” Matt responded

“Okay Matt can you pick it up for us” Chris said pleading

“Uhhh I guess i have too since yall can’t drive” he said rolling his eyes

“I can drive” I said smiling

“Yayyyy this is why I love you” Chris said

“I’ll mobile order it so it’s less stressful” Nick said

They all put in their orders, and they handed the phone to me. My anxiety making me nauseous and not really in the mood to eat

“Oh I don’t think I’m going to get anything” I said

“WHAT? McDonald’s is your favorite” Nick said

“Uhh yeah I’m just not in the mood” I said

“Do you want something else?” Matt asked

“No I’m not hungry” I said looking at him

Matt nodded before taking the phone, messing with it f and then handing it to Nick.

“Alright let’s head out” I said

“Nick and I want to stay back y’all can go though” Chris said

“Sneaky fucks” Matt said laughing

Matt and I had gotten into my car heading over to the McDonalds

“What’s really going on?” Matt asked

“What do you mean?” I asked glancing over at him

“I know you’re not okay” he said looking at me

“Matt I’m fine” I said

“No you’re not. Your eyes…..I can tell that you’re sad” he said

“I’m just tired is all” I said swallowing thickly

“Y/N be honest…are you okay?” He asked reading my face for an answer

My lip quivered, and a lump formed in my throat. Nobody has asked me if I was okay.

“No” I whispered out in a croak

“Talk to me” he said sitting up

“I just don't know. I’ve been so depressed lately. I haven’t been able to get out of my bed. I’ve just been posting drafts because I can’t even get up to film. I can’t even get up to drink or eat anything. I miss my parents, I miss home and I just feel so alone. You were the first person to text me, and you have helped me a lot actually. You inviting me over was the first thing I have done in a month” I said letting a tear fall

“I’m so sorry you feel that way. I love you so fucking much, and I knew something was wrong that’s why I reached out. I care for you so much, and I don’t want you to struggle alone. I’m here for you” he said looking at me with saddened eyes

“I appreciate it Matt truly. You’re amazing” I said looking over at him and smiling weakly

“Never allow yourself to struggle alone okay. Please reach out to me or Nick or even Chris as crazy as that seems. We will always be here for you….always” he said

“I will. I just was fighting with myself for so long I couldn’t reach out for help” I said wiping my tears

“And that’s okay. No ones pressuring you to reach out, but know that the option is there. I would never turn you away. You know I’ll come flying to you in a heartbeat” he said nudging my shoulder

“I know Matt. I love you so much thank you for being here for me” I said nudging him back

“Also I got you your favorite from McDonald’s. I’m making sure you eat. I can tell you haven’t eaten. I can see it in your face” he said

“Thank you Matt what would I do without you” I said smiling at him

“I’m not sure actually” he said

“Don’t get too cocky” I said pointing my finger at him

We laughed, and I pulled up to the drive thru. We got our food, and we headed back home

We got back to their house, and started to eat in the kitchen. Laughing and catching up. Matt occasionally looking over at me, giving me reassuring smiles and glances.

I spent the night at their house, and I slept in Matt’s room. We watched my favorite childhood movies as he kept asking me if I was okay, and taking small glances at me.

Eventually we ended up falling asleep.

What would I do without Matt?

The End

This was a request, but Tumblr is actually being a dickrider so it wasn’t letting me put it with my story. But anywho I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS ONE🥹🖤🖤

-J💅🏽

#sturniolo triplets #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo triplets imagines #matt sturniolo fanfic #matt sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo imagines

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frozenjokes · 2 months

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Toys Like Tape Measures (And A Brand New Splint!)

tw for drugging, though only in the medical sense. however, because of the language barrier, Mumbo doesn’t understand what’s happening really, so if that makes you uncomfortable I would skip

“Alright, so here’s the deal,” Mumbo heard Scar before he even reached the clearing, and he couldn’t be more excited. Scar was back, (and Grian was there too) he was finally back after being gone all week! “Today we’re going to fix that splint- ope- don’t make that face at me yet, let me explain, let me explain. I promise it will be 100% safe.”

“So many things- so many things, Scar, but you are not a doctor, much less a veterinarian- how do you even think this is going to work? Mumbo won’t even let us touch him, what makes you think anything about this will be safe?”

“I’ve been doing a lot of research, Grian! I’ve talked to every large animal vet I know, and a few fish people as well! This big ol’ bag on my back you’ve been nagging me about has everything we’ll need! Well, except the fish. You’re going to have to catch a few of those.”

“Scar! Fishing in this spot isn’t even very good and you know it, if you needed fish, why wouldn’t you bring any.”

“Forgot.”

There was a small silence before the two humans burst into the clearing, climbing through the path they’d ended up making through the brush by walking through so many times. Mumbo surfaced to greet them, though they were still preoccupied with each other.

“Of course,” Grian groaned, sighing as he threw down his bag, “Guess I’ll get to it then.”

“That’s the spirit!” Scar beamed, patting the other human hard on the back, who made a soft oof sound before scuttling away, moving to hide its face from Scar as it turned a reddish color. Odd. Usually Grian would yell at Scar for doing something like that, rightfully so (Mumbo still didn’t understand why Scar would randomly hit his friend), but instead Grian was far more meek. Had something happened? Maybe since Scar was hurt, Grian was taking a more passive role than normal. Mermaids were gentler with sick friends as well, and Mumbo knew quite well he could get away with more when he was unwell.

But it was good to see Scar looking healthy. His shoulder was still bandaged, visible under his shirt, but he couldn’t be feeling too badly given his bright demeanor, and his movement didn’t seem to be impaired at all. Thank goodness.

If it was even possible, Scar brightened further when he spotted Mumbo, happily throwing off unnecessary clothes before hopping right into the water, showing absolutely zero signs of fear. Oh, that was a weight off Mumbo’s back; he didn’t even realize how worried he was about Scar being afraid of him until now, until Scar very clearly wasn’t. Good, good..

Mumbo met Scar in the shallows, deep enough that he could keep his tail from dragging on the sand, but shallow enough where he could navigate with his hands; he was in near constant pain even with a week to recover, and while slow, pulling himself along the bottom with his hands caused the least agony on his tail. His splint was sufficiently broken now, only getting more uncomfortable with every passing day. At this point, Mumbo was just waiting for it to fall off; trying to figure out how it was attached was far too painful, though he had tried briefly a couple of times (with little success).

“Hello, Mumbo!” Scar greeted him, “I’ve got something you’re going to like. I’m pretty sure you like human stuff, so you’ll get a kick out of this.” Scar held up a small silver object, round, but not quite circular. Mumbo moved to get a closer look, though he couldn’t lift himself very far out of the water, so Scar crouched down to get it closer. “Tape measure.”

Mumbo squinted. “What.”

“Tape measure.” Huh. Weird word. Usually human words weren’t that long, though, maybe Mumbo had only learned the shorter ones. Was this a human tool? Mumbo attempted to snatch it, but Scar was faster, jumping back with a surprised look on his face. On his perch, Grian laughed.

“I told you! I told you he’d try to take that, and you won’t be getting it back.”

“Well he can have it if he wants, but not before I’m done!” Scar huffed, then turned back to Mumbo, speaking sternly, “No.” Mumbo stared, unamused. He could have guessed Scar didn’t want him to have its human tool, that didn’t change the fact that he was going to take it.

“Scar,” he tried, reaching out a hand a little slower. Maybe it wouldn’t see? ‘Your human object. Give me.’ he continued in a whistle due to the lack of human words, but Scar only huffed, an incredulous smile across its face.

“No!” Scar repeated a tad more forcefully, but Mumbo could see the smile on his face, he knew well enough he could keep trying. Mumbo moved a little forward, hoping to get within reach, but Scar stepped back, then back again, rolling his eyes, “You’re going to make measuring you really difficult, Mumbo.”

“Yeah,” Grian said from across the way, a small laugh in his tone, “I’d say I’ve got plenty of time to catch something.”

“You will, but this is not the reason!” Scar yelled back, pointing an accusatory finger, but the smile never left Scar’s face, and soon his focus was squarely back on Mumbo (who definitely hadn’t tried to snatch at the device while it was distracted).

The tool made a soft whirring sound as Scar pulled on one end, a flat yellow line appearing from inside the device, then snapping back when Scar let go. Whoa. What was that? What was the purpose? Scar moved a little bit closer, pulling the yellow line further this time, but when Mumbo managed to touch it, the line snapped back into the silver device with a sharp crack. Huh. Was it alive? Maybe it was shy? It looked a little bit like a snail..

“What.” Mumbo said, hoping for more information, but Scar only put his hands on his hips, making a show of his annoyance.

“I can’t show you if you keep trying to take it from me!” Nonsense. Guess Mumbo would just have to take it to figure it out for himself.

The next thirty minutes was an odd dance of Scar struggling to keep his distance while also trying to line up the tape measure with Mumbo’s body, and Mumbo would be lying if he said he wasn’t enjoying the game. The tape measure hurt if it snapped back on Mumbo’s hand, but if anything, that only made the game more exciting. Even with the limited use of his tail, he found himself splashing far more than usual, a certain recklessness brought about only by play. He didn’t even want the tape measure anymore (lie), he just wanted to keep up the game. Scar did not like the game as much, less and less as more time passed, but Grian seemed amused at least, occasionally looking over to laugh when Scar stumbled or outright fell over.

“I could use a little help here if you don’t mind!” Scar called, and Grian laughed again, the sound coming out more like a cackle.

“I thought you had it handled? You kept insisting you were fine, what changed?”

“He just won’t stop moving! Listen, I’ve measured plenty of animals, but they don’t usually have hands! He’s being impossible- he knows I’m not trying to hurt him and he knows I need him to stay still and he’s just not listening! On purpose! This was supposed to be easy!”

“He looks like he’s having fun, I wouldn’t want to rain on his parade.”

“Grian! Help me!” Scar cut himself off with a yelp as Mumbo lunged for the tape measure, but he didn’t get far with his limited mobility, so Scar stepped easily out of reach. He was lucky Mumbo couldn’t use his tail, lucky. With another short laugh, Grian got up from where he was fishing, making his way gingerly off the rocks and giggling as he went before stepping into the water as well. Ah, so another challenger joins the fray!

Though, with Grian holding one side of the yellow line, Mumbo couldn’t quite grab at it anymore, the whole thing bending and snapping like it might break in two if Mumbo wasn’t careful. And that wouldn’t do, no no, how could he figure out its purpose if it was broken?

Instead, he stilled so he could watch instead- wow the line went out so far! How much could fit in there? How far could it go? Mumbo moved to follow the humans’ movement, but they seemed to want to pull the line the length of Mumbo’s tail, chirping nonsense to each other the entire time. At least Scar looked excited; it was always nice when Scar was happy, nice enough that Mumbo didn’t mind all that much that their game was effectively over. Mumbo didn’t love how close they were getting, but a small flash of his teeth was enough to get Grian’s attention, who communicated to Scar in Mumbo’s stead.

It wasn’t very long before the two of them were satisfied though, Grian easing the yellow line back into the tape measure. Mumbo took his chance, lunging as quickly as his impaired mobility would allow, but Scar surprised him by turning around instead of jumping away like normal. While Mumbo was scrambling to keep himself from running face first into Scar’s legs, the human tossed him the tape measure, the thing plopping heavily into the water. Mumbo gaped for a moment before grabbing it, but when he resurfaced, Scar was walking toward the shore, chatting away with Grian like the tape measure didn’t mean anything at all. Well.. okay.

No matter! Mumbo had a new toy, and first he wanted to know just how long this yellow line was. The answer was very long. Mumbo lodged one end under a rock and swam as far as the line would allow, and while he was quite impressed with the length, he was even more excited when he let go of the metal base, the whole thing shooting back in the other direction. Yes! Yes! Mumbo did the same thing at least seven more times before getting a little bored, then experimented with the tape measure above the water, where it snapped back much faster. The height of his fun was setting the end of the yellow line under a rock on the surface, bringing metal end to the other side of the cove, then letting go and watching the thing skirt across the water, splashing all the way. He was relatively sure he made some sort of trill or other noise in his excitement, as Scar and Grian’s laughing caught his attention. Mumbo cringed a little, suddenly very aware of their eyes on him, but his embarrassment was short lived, outweighed by the joy of funny human trinket.

Mumbo would have spent the rest of the day playing with the tape measure, but something else caught his eye. Scar was working on something- no, he was making something. Mumbo had never seen a human make something before- not in the way Mumbo liked to do! Scar’s creative process looked very similar as well, which is to say, all the materials he brought were strewn all over the grass, wildly unorganized as he fiddled with different parts. Most of his materials were long metal rods, but there were also some leather looking pieces, and what looked like parts of white tubing as well. What was he up to?

Mumbo shimmied as close to the shore as his tail would allow, hoping to grab Scar’s attention. “What. What. What,” he said in human, hoping the extra emphasis would translate through the repeated words.

Scar looked up, clearly amused, but seemed to struggle with explaining, starting and stopping speaking several times before settling with, “For you.” Not very helpful, and Scar knew it, making a couple of vague gestures at Mumbo before giving up and going back to his project. Well.. that was fine. Mumbo would just have to watch.

Scar was mostly focused on the leather piece, positioning it in a circular way and winding the metal through to create a cage-looking structure. The leather was adjustable too, Scar fiddling with a buckle on the front to make the entire thing wider or smaller. Mumbo was particularly fascinated by the white pieces though, much flatter than the rods, which Scar only weaved through one side. Why? He tried to ask again what the human was doing, but was only offered the same non-answer.

“Oh!” Grian made a surprised noise from his place on the rocks, and Mumbo saw his line tighten. If only he was fast enough to snag whatever was on it off the hook, but alas, Grian was already reeling in a decent sized fish. Scar hopped to his feet and Grian let out a celebratory noise of his own; it was so cute how humans got so excited about every catch. Though, in all fairness, Mumbo would have been quite chuffed catching a fish that size, especially this hungry. Maybe if humans really didn’t eat the fish they caught, they’d be open to sharing.

Grian scooped the fish off the line with a net, maneuvering the hook out of its mouth before walking it back toward the shore to Scar, who cheered all the while.

“Right,” Grian said as he hit the sand, “You want to give this to him? I’m assuming you’re going to drug him or something.”

“That’s the plan. I was considering a tranquilizer, but I don’t want to make this experience traumatic or anything, and hauling a big ol’ rifle out here might put a damper on some of the trust we’ve established. Hopefully this way he’ll just be real relaxed, maybe even take a nice little nap.”

“You’re not trying to put him to sleep? What are you giving him?”

“Not necessarily, but I doubt he’ll be able to stay awake. Trust me when I say he won’t be in pain, definitely not. And I brought a cone, too, just in case he freaks. I came prepared, Grian, prepared I tell you. I’m no large animal vet, but you could say I’ve been quite involved in many a procedure.”

“Scar, what are you giving him?”

“Like.” Scar paused, tapping the smile on his lips, “A lot of morphine.”

“Morphine?”

“Works on fish. Mumbo’s big, he can handle it, and anyway, it’s the safest option for everyone involved. Are you worried about our friend, Grian?”

“I’m not- how did you even get morphine, Scar?”

“Scar’s not taking any more questions at this time, please call back later. In the meantime, hand me that fish so we can get this show on the road. I’ll stay with him as long as he needs me, but I’m not expecting anything to go wrong here. Still, the sooner we start, the better.” Scar got to his feet, taking the fish net from a gaping Grian and heading back to his bag. Mumbo couldn’t quite see what he was doing, but Grian followed quickly after, fretting the entire time. What, was something wrong with the fish? Scar didn’t seem to think so.

Maybe Grian hadn’t wanted Scar to give Mumbo his catch, but Scar did regardless. Mumbo was more than happy to accept the gift, only throwing Grian one mildly guilty look before devouring the whole thing. He didn’t feel very bad, not really; clearly the humans ate well enough, and given he was having a hard time hunting right now, this seemed fair.

Eating only served to brighten his mood, and with the slight weight off his chest, watching Scar continue working on his human device was all the more fun. Grian went back to fishing on his rock, but he was acting more anxious than normal, stealing glances toward Scar and Mumbo just about every time he cast his line. Though, it didn’t take very long for Mumbo to stop caring, far more intrigued by whatever Scar was up to. It was crazy how much better he was feeling; usually the joy of eating didn’t carry so far after a meal, but when Mumbo was this hungry..

And then it hit him; he wasn’t in pain. The lightness he was feeling was from the lack of hurting- oh that couldn’t be good. What kind of fish was that? He hadn’t even looked! Please say he hadn’t accidentally poisoned himself… Mumbo didn’t feel nauseous though. And if he’d poisoned himself, he imagined he’d be feeling a lot sicker. And he had so much energy! Anyone with this much energy wouldn’t be poisoned, that would be ridiculous! He should do something- go somewhere- hunt- he could do anything! … Nevermind.

Not in pain, no, but tired, goodness, maybe he was dying. Probably not. But maybe. Honestly, he didn’t care all that much. Scar was looking at him an awful lot now, though Mumbo wished he would focus on his invention instead so Mumbo could figure out what it was before he died. Hm.. It kind of looked a little bit like his splint, didn’t it?

…

The gentle touch of skin on scales. A presence around his neck, tight, mildly uncomfortable, but not enough for Mumbo to want to do anything about it. A crack, loud enough to frighten him, to open his eyes, but there was no pain, so it must not have been bone. Something was draped over his eyes, dark like home. It was nice. A couple of clicks told him of Forces, big and near and moving; he should probably swim away, but that’d be quite a bit of effort, wouldn’t it. Maybe another time.

His fins rose and fell with the presence and absence of touch. Not unpleasant. Not until they tried to lift him.

Pain like thorns lit his blood, everywhere, pain, pain- Some sort of noise escaped his throat, something animal, and he moved without coordination- it hurt, everything hurt now. Distantly he heard them, humans, why were humans here? Talking, they were talking nothing, repeating the same words again and again, “It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay.” Couldn’t they see he was in pain? Why weren’t they helping?

Too much time passed before his attackers released him, but wasn’t sitting in the water the same as before. It was awkward, unpleasant honestly, but he stopped struggling quickly. Too painful to move. Too much effort.

He wanted to curl up. Somewhere dark, somewhere enclosed and safe. Something hard stopped his movement. Guess that was that.

But maybe that was fine.

Whatever had been there was gone now. Nothing else was trying to hurt him. That was good. That was enough.

…

The humans were talking. They were loud, Mumbo could hear them, though his face burned just slightly, a dry feeling. Was he above the water? It didn’t much concern him.

“He’s still asleep, Scar.”

“That’s fine. Normal, even. He’s going to be fine; if he was going to have any bad reactions, I’m pretty sure we would have known by now. I’ve been keeping an eye on his breathing, and it’s stayed consistent this whole time. He’s okay.”

“You said four hours. It’s been five.”

“Yeah, for a human on a human dose. I also told you I don’t know exactly how it’ll work on a mermaid. I doubt anyone knows. I gave him quite a bit more than a human dose anyway, and I’m pretty sure he needed it. He was freaking out when we were trying to get the splint on.”

“I just don’t like the fact that we drugged him without being sure how he’d react.”

“I don’t know what else you wanted me to do, Grian. He was not going to let us touch him, and I don’t think there’s any world in which we could have explained what we were trying to accomplish. Tail injuries could be fatal for mermaids, we don’t know. How’s he supposed to eat if he can’t swim? It’s not like we can weigh him. This was the safest option.”

“You really think we couldn’t have explained it to him? He’s smart, Scar, he’s really observant.”

“I don’t know, I think there’s a chance. But what would happen if he got scared? Even a human might’ve panicked, even if they knew every detail about what we were doing. And you know how strong he is- I’ve still got bruises on my arms from where he grabbed me. He could have hurt himself or us completely by accident.”

A long silence. “I know.”

A longer silence.

“So when’d you change your tune?”

“What?”

“About Mumbo. Nearly every day two weeks ago you made sure to remind me how you were totally going to kill him and sell all his parts or whatever, but I haven’t heard a peep from you since Monday. Did you come out here without me and have some sorta spiritual experience or what?”

“I- no. Of course not. I’m still planning on doing that, I just decided I’d spare your feelings and stop talking about it.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yes! And anyway, with you paying me egregious prices for my fish, I’m not exactly hurting for money right now. So it’s fine. I’m not in any rush.”

“That’s good to know.”

“Stop- stop talking at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you don’t believe me.”

“Well, Grian, that’s going to be a problem because you’re right, I don’t believe you.”

“I- how dare you! I am going to do it! I could do it right now even, but I won’t, and not because I don’t want to, but it wouldn’t be fair, not while he’s all drugged up.”

“I see.”

“Stop it!”

“I believe you, I believe you.”

“No you don’t!”

“Shhh,” Scar said, his voice dropping, “No fighting,” he trailed off, and the silence was charged with something new, something Mumbo picked up on even in his half-asleep state.

“No fighting,” Grian repeated softly, “He wouldn’t like that.”

“Mm,” Scar acknowledged him quietly, but spoke no more words, and neither did Grian. That, or Mumbo had just fallen asleep again. Possible, all things considered. That was okay.

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yandere-kokeshi · 10 months

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Gwen Stacy has a “protect trans kids” flag in her room. Imagine if she has that because she has a trans little brother (male reader)?

I’d like to request platonic yandere Gwen Stacy with a younger brother who is ftm. :] It would also be really cool if you could add some headcanons with the others, because sometimes Gwen wants M/n to be safe, but can’t watch him herself. So she allows the ones she trusts the MOST (Hobie, Pavitr, Miles, whoever else) to watch and be with him for her!

(details that you can choose if you wanna include or not: dealing with transphobia, missing Gwen when she’s on missions, potentially cuddles because sometimes he just wants to be held and it doesn’t really matter who does it)

Warnings: yandere behavior, platonic Gwen, talks about harassment and transphobia,

A/N: this was really fun to write! Ty for requesting. Please enjoy this :]

The fact is, she’s like your biggest supporter ever. Ever since you decided to come out, she makes sure to protect you, taking care of you by often pulling harmless pranks on you and adoring you. She probably shows way more love to you than she's shown to anyone.

If and when people misgender you, Gwen will go do things two ways. One, she will correct the pronouns and make sure the rest of the week is horrible for them (ex. Moving their keys to make them late for work, randomly tripping throughout their day, getting paper objects thrown at the head, etc.) Or two, which is also her favorite, she’ll play dumb and make sure the person is extremely annoyed by the fact ‘you’ don’t exist.

“Who are you talking about? We don’t know anyone by that name. You must be losing it, a bit coo-coo much?”

The two of you often stay up late, her asking questions about school and that one person you’ve never mentioned before. Of course, she laughs it off and says it’s a coincidence. You both have nights where you eat junk food, watching funny sitcoms as she cracks up jokes now and again.

Whenever she’s on missions, it’s an unpredictable trip that you never have a point-on time of when she’ll get back. However, in the meantime, it’s often you’ll find a hoodie of hers, a piece of her stuck with you until the real her comes back. At some point, she’ll come home and see you huddled on the couch, wearing her hoodie. It makes her heartbreak as you miss her. But don’t worry, she makes it up in the morning by making you breakfast and buying your favorite snacks.

Hugs and kisses on the cheeks everywhere. While Gwen doesn’t show a lot of affection, especially with physical touch, more with words and gifts, sometimes things get out of hand and she gets upset; causing her to bust into your room with a sour face, tears threatening to fall as her arms wrap around you, saying nothing as the two of you hug.

With learning, just to hold her as tight. Please. She needs it. Especially from you, sometimes she has nightmares of losing you and while she does sneak in to check up on you, it scares her of what the future might hold. Just being able to hold you close, and feel you laugh as she smiles, it reminds her how good of a life she has.

Whenever she’s gone for a long period, whether that’s a mission or doing some type of spider-woman hero stuff, Gwen will make sure to grab some items she sees that she thinks you’ll like; more often it’s street food and expensive figurines of shows you adore to heart.

Sometimes, she’ll come home heaving out of breath, holding way more things than she should, and throwing them all with you, ignoring George’s protest about leaving a mess by the door. All she cares about is watching you open them with excitement.

Sadly, transphobia is quite popular these days. With this said, Gwen (and her friends, especially Hobie!) will yell at the person, cursing them off and possibly threatening them. While Gwen is more on the relaxed side and tends to ignore it the flipping the bird.

If any of her closest friends are with her, you can bet it’ll be a mess; yelling ensues around you, and having to hold back Miles or Pavitr from approaching them with mean insults.

To be honest, the whole crew thinks you’re so cool, especially Hobie and Pavitr. While Miles has known you longer and makes sure to check up on you as much as he can, the other two guys love to ask you questions and annoy you when you’re supposed to be doing something else.

They’re all just as protective of you as Gwen, her worried words of ‘please take care of him when I’m gone’. Hobie is most often around, practically dragging you to his chaos and helping you with school when you need it (he’s the ‘uncle’ who brings alcohol to your 18th birthday because you’re an adult now).

Pavitr is a huge sweetheart, always checking up on you and offering Chai to you when he senses you’re stressed. In all honesty, he's the best person to help with homework - he's incredibly focused and rewards you with candy.

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s1ater · 2 years

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key to my heart.

pairings. steve harrington x fem!henderson!reader

about. reader is tired of steve always being on her doorstep, ringing the doorbell in the late hours of the night.

warnings. foul language, gif not mine

ricky rocks. if you have to complain about something, just scroll 😒 don’t waste energy ruining someone else’s mood

“do i have to give you a key or something?”

steve laughs lowly and almost dryly, staring back at you and immediately his hand goes to clasp the back of his neck nervously like a tick.

“yeah that probably would be… easier.. i guess,” his voice dies out in the back of his throat as he replies; he was really nervous.

“stop showing up after 10 pm, harrington,” you shift backwards on the heals of your feet, “some people have things to do in the morning.”

you slam the door shut.

it had been a month after steve had first met you and from then on, it had been short meetings just like this one; him on your front door step in the late hours of the night, in query of your brother.

this was unusual; before, steve used to always wait in his car for dustin, but now he found the short walk to your door enjoyable and almost exhilarating in hopes to see you.

even if seeing you meant being publicly embarrassed or knocking off a few years of his life by how loud you yelled and how much stress he underwent when seeing your face.

“hey, sorry about that,” dustin appeared, shutting the door quietly behind him with a look of distraught on his face. “she gets really moody when she hasn’t had her sleep.”

“no, it’s all good,” steve waves the excuse off as they now begin to walk down to his car. “i find every encounter with your sister… very delightful.”

“somehow, i don’t believe you’re joking,” dustin looks up at steve in skepticism, almost stopping to fully analyze him.

“oh, c’mon man,” he huffs, “you know i’m not serious.”

but there’s a pause in steve’s voice that makes dustin think otherwise, “you know… i don’t think she likes you.”

“really?” steve sounded surprised… genuinely surprised.

“yeah, man,” dustin nodded slowly, slightly confused on how he hadn’t realized this, “i’m pretty sure you stress her out, because lately, she’s a bit more bitchy. you ruin her schedule.”

“i do?”

“yes, she has to take thirty minutes out of her usual routine just for you. she anticipates your visits, you throw her off.”

“she makes time for me?”

the awe in steve’s voice makes dustin slightly cringe, now looking over to him with narrowed vision, “that’s not what i mean…”

“alright, i’ll be right back. you can just go and chill in the car.”

dustin waved steve off as he stepped foot into his house, ditching steve on the front porch for a pack of batteries—or whatever the nerd needed, making him frown.

it was currently noon; steve was helping dustin with another one of his dead end projects to keep them busy for the week.

“yeah, tell me when i can chill in my own car,” steve rolled his eyes, turning toward his car in slight annoyance.

“harrington,” the sound of your voice made him pause, turning right around on the heal of his foot to see you marching toward him.

oh boy.

he anticipated what you would do the closer you got, almost wincing, until;

“open your hand.”

“huh?”

you grabbed his arm, jerking his hand into your own, “here,” you slapped a small object into the palm of his hand, “don’t abuse this. i don’t want to see you just randomly lounging around here or by the pool with my mom… this isn’t an invitation for.. whatever, got it?”

you gave him a pointed look the whole time, closing his hand around the small cold item. steve felt like a puddle of melted ice cream for some reason, completely compliant to your words and small hold on his hand—helpless.

“you got it, steve?”

his chest puffed as he inhaled sharply, suddenly drawn away from the fixation of your face and touch, and back to the reality of your stern words, “yes, don’t worry, y/n. no mother—sitting—lounging—just…”

his words draw out before he fully stops himself, catching onto the strange look you gave him and the loosening of your hand around his.

“yeah… okay,” you turned on your heal slowly before disappearing back into your home.

he exhaled, relieved before looking down to his still clenched hand. steve couldn’t help smile to himself as he slowly opened his palm to reveal the metal key to your residents—oh shit.

“you lucky bastard,” dustin shook his head, appearing around the corner, “i don’t even have a key, lost mine so many times, she stopped replacing it. now i gotta use the porch key.”

that made steve grin harder, “henderson, your sister has the key to my goddamn heart.”

“dear lord, steve, let’s not get corny this early in the afternoon.”

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oscarthedino · 4 months

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Jeremiah x reader

Summary: y/n Conklin is the middle sister of Steven and belly. You have been dating Conrad sense last summer but lately you have been noticing he was off. As summer is now approaching fast you can’t wait to see him and also hope you can figure out what is going on with him but you can’t believe what actually is in store for you.

Warnings: cursing, mention of death/cancer, cheating, possibly assault and smut

(Not my gif)

Every summer sense you could remember was spent in cousins with the fishers. You were the middle child of the Conklin’s, Steven is the oldest and belly is the baby. You and belly aren’t that far apart in age you are actually in the same year at school.

You and her have an ok relationship but you don’t have much in common. Belly is amazing at volleyball and the only time you have picked one up was a few summers ago and Steven hit it to hard and it nailed you right in the nose. Good to say you haven really picked one up sense and weren’t very good. You liked to stick to track and track sports.

You have always known belly has liked Conrad it was very obvious, Even Susanna knew. You all knew belly was the favorite it was obvious I mean she was the baby of the family. Susanna used to tell you she knew at least one of you would end up with her boys and deep down you hoped it would be you. You always thought Susanna knew you liked Conrad to but didn’t tell you. She always called you the most mature and reasonable out of all of you. You were the one who solved the arguments or gave something up to make the rest happy and didn’t cause stupid fights. One time when Susanna bought everyone ice cream when all of you where at the boardwalk Steven and belly where fighting and Steven knocked belly’s ice cream out of her hand. Belly ran back to the moms like she always did. I tried to stop her knowing that it would just make everything worse but it didn’t work. Laural was always worried about money and felt bad when Susanna would buy things for us so she made Steven share hers with belly. Steven was so mad about it that he almost threw his away just to spite her but I gave belly line before he could. When Susanna asked I told her my stomach hurt from the rides so you didn’t even want it. She pulled you into a hug and told you how nice you were to everyone. You always worried about how nice or open hearted I guess you were laural always told you to be careful because people will take advantage of it. Conrad ended up sharing his with you. You think that was the moment you realized you liked him.

That was 3 years ago. Now you are on the way to cousins and can’t wait to see everyone especially Conrad. You guys have almost been saying for a year now. He asked you to be his girlfriend officially last summer and ofc you said yes. Ever since then though belly hasn’t been as open with you. You understand that she is upset but you couldn’t help it. You guys got in a giant fight when you told her like you expected but it didn’t make it any easier. Conrad told you it would be ok and she would get over it eventually and he would try to talk to her. You were always jealous of the two of them. They were super close I mean you guys were but in a different way. You have always been closer to Jeremiah. You guys did everything with each other especially When Steven and Conrad would randomly disappear to do their own thing. You had a tradition of sneaking out to the beach the first night and catching each other up on everything.

All of a sudden you get pulled out of you trance by belly obnoxiously singing from the passenger seat and Steven yelling from the drivers seat to shut up. You look over to your mom and see her silently laughing. You never see your mom this happy except in cousins. But this year she seems even happier I don’t know if it’s she’s just excited, happy to be divorced which was still pretty fresh from everyone and hurt for you still or , the fact her book was going good and she had a meeting about it today.

Belly looks back at me still singing and I chime in now singing just as loud and we both start laughing with Steven says “ I’m this close to cutting my ears off and pulling this car over right now if you both don’t shut up”

You and belly both look at each other and sing even louder and Steven looks and that both of you and lets out a loud groan.

You guys stop at the convenience store before you guys head to the house you decide that you want to wait in the car instead of go in. When everyone gets back belly has a huge smile on her face and Steven looks disgusted. You’re about to ask what happened but then your mom gets back in the car you tell yourself to ask Steven later because you doubt belly will tell you. Before you know it you’re pulling up to the summer house.

Steven immediately b-lined it out of the car as soon as he saw Jeremiah come out of the house my mom followed after. You are about to the get out of the car as you see belly fixing her hair and you immediately feel a twig of jealousy. “Come belly you can do that later” you tell her and she gives you a small nod almost looking mad.

You get out of the car and immediately see Jeremiah giving your mom a hug. He spots you from behind her and you see the biggest goofiest smile that you have only ever seen on jere. As soon as he gets to you his arms surround you. I mean he has always been taller than you but he has definitely grown some. I knew he was in football now and he definitely had more muscle but he is also taller 6 feet if not taller. While you have stayed around 5,3 5,4. “You have changed so much” I tell him as I pull back from the hug “ so did you” he says “ I mean I know I have kinda seen you a few mouth ago but..” he takes a step back to fully look at you.

I mean you have changed a lot in the last year you’re now on the bigger side of a C cup and have filled out more in other places but you also feel a little different. It also hasn’t been that long since you have Jere technically. You and Conrad try to go out and see each other every few mouths or sooner when you get the chance but he is really busy with football and you are very focused on school so the trips are usually short and don’t really get a chance to see Jeremiah or Susanna much. “I see your not the only who changed” Jeremiah says loud enough so that belly who is behind you can hear as he moves to give her a hug picking her up and spinning her.

You see Susanna at the door and you see what almost looks like pride and so much love in her eyes. You go up to her and give her the biggest hug ever. “I’ve missed you so much” you tell her “it’s only been a few months sweetie” “Exactly it’s been to long” you respond with holding back the biggest smile as she kisses your forehead.

You look over your shoulder and see Conrad come into view. Susanna looks over “ go say hi don’t let me stop you” she tells you “ thank you” you tell her giving her one more squeeze before heading over to him.

Your smile is so big now you have missed Conrad so much. As you walk over to him you can’t help to notice who he is staring at, belly. You try to not think into and just tell yourself he hasn’t seen her in a long time longer then you at it’s nothing but you can’t help but be a little jealous. When he sees you in his peripheral vision he immediately turns to you. You can’t help but notice the sadness and almost disappoint in his eyes before he covers it up with a smile. You jump into his arms and immediately Barrie your face in his chest. “Ive missed you so much” you tell him almost coming out as a mumble because your face is in his shirt. His hand comes up to your hair before he tilts your chin up to kiss you and says “I have missed you so much more”.

You guys don’t get many more words out before Jeremiah and Steven yell from where they are standing “I think it’s time for a belly flopppp”. You immediately look at them and at belly before the boys start chasing her and she doesn’t get far. As the Carry her to the pool you go ahead of them to open the gate and watch as the count the three and throw her in. Before you know it Jeremiah and Steven get that look that you have seen many times before. They all run at you and you don’t even get 3 steps before they are throwing you in the pool to. Your immediately surrounded by water and as you come up to the surface for a breath the boys are all hunched over laughing except for Conrad who is barley laughing in the corner. You and belly look at each other knowing what to do. “Owwww my ankle hurts guy seriously can someone help me” belly says to the boys. Conrad immediately comes up concerned and you can’t help but feel the same jealousy you did earlier. He reaches his hand out to belly and she pulls him in.

Steven and Jeremiah are now laughing even harder. “Ok guys I’m done, jere please help me out” you ask him “Ok ok fine” he tells you also giving you his hand before you pull him in to.

Steven looks to be in tears now and jere asks him “come on bro don’t you want to be apart of the fun”. “No im good on missing this fun” he tells us still laughing as he walks inside.

You over to see what happened to Conrad and see him and belly inches apart staring at each other before belly pushes him away and you can hear her barley say “what’s your problem” before swimming away.

What the fuck was that, you didn’t even want to know but something pinged inside your chest. You got out after belly went inside and no one stopped you. Conrad didn’t even say anything

#jeremiah fisher #jeremiah fisher x reader #team jeremiah #tsitp jeremiah #Jeremiah

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simonsdoll · 11 months

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Poly relationship with

Ghost and Ghostface hcs

Warning: NSFW CONTENT AND MDNI

Pairing: Ghost x Ghostface x fem!reader

A/n: Ghostface has been living in my head rent free and I’m not complaining thanks to a fellow whore who is getting me into slashers lately 🤭

- Ghostface was so happy when you and Ghost accepted him for the sick things he does and at one point he tried getting you both into helping him with his massacres but Ghost immediately shut that down but either way he’s happy he could come home with blood and all and tell somebody about all the messed up shit he does when he randomly disappears at night

- Let’s just say Ghostface does more than just murder his victims but also has albums of murdered people on his phone and definitely shows Ghost the images when he comes back from deployment. Things would add up for Ghost as he would scold Ghostface for leaving you all alone while he does his killings. It makes him feel bad and reflect on his actions but like the good boyfriend he is he will make it up to you by cuddling up with you and Ghost all day long

- Both of them have different love languages and love to spoil you just how you deserve. Ghostface is very sweet and loves getting you gifts but you and Ghost both know where he gets them from but would rather not question him knowing he snatches the jewelry he steals from his dead victims. Ghost is a quality type of man and enjoys having movie nights watching horror movies. The adrenaline the both guys get when someone gets killed is something they bond over every time and they do get a little judgy if the killers are just corny or stupid

- They can be very controlling whenever your going out somewhere without them and you will always be tracked down wherever you are no matter what. If for some reason you don’t disclose where or who your going out with you best believe your always going to have two masked men watching you every move and with knives of course for extra measures. They wouldn’t want some guy talking nor touching you but if they do,don’t worry, you won’t see them again. They won’t permit it as long as your theirs and that guy should know better but look what happened, stabbed to death for even daring to try

- Arguments with the guys can get very violent. They both aren’t vocal about their problems nor feelings in which they tend to resolve things physically. It would always start out with old habits of pulling out a knife when things get heated. It’s what they both do when they feel defenseless and it always continues with some swearing and yelling back and forth till you come in and end their argument. They would never under any circumstance hurt you, but when it’s just them both and an unresolved issue things are bound to get ugly

- They are both manipulative and always tend to self victimize themselves when you start to get bratty with them. Always threatening that their going to leave and never come back because of the way you treat them and the worst thing about it is that it’s true. Either Ghost would get deployed for longer on purpose or Ghostface would be in the pitch darkness letting out his anger on innocent people. It’s desperation more than anything and they would be playing mind games with you if they’re feeling petty. Calling you over and over again on purpose waiting for you to pick up the phone just to not say anything at all. They won’t stop, not until you call them back crying for forgiveness and until then they’ll give you fake sympathy,cooing your cries while your hugging them tightly as a smirk forms on their face when you plead sorry to them

- When things get down in the bedroom, they both have their ways of making you feel pleasured. Although Ghost loves to be rough, he mostly prefers you to be bare and splayed out for him so he can gently work you open for the both of them. He’s a simple man with one task and it’s to satisfy you whether it be soft or rough. On the other hand Ghostface is the complete opposite, when you have sex with him he likes to fuck you fully clothed because it’s a kink of his coming from what he killings that he does. He has a tendency to rush your orgasm and have you begging and crying for more

- Painful or not these guys will incorporate a knife into the bedroom most of the time. They have a special knife for you and use it to either excite you or scare you and most of the time it’s both. They would take turns fucking you with the handle of the knife calling you degrading names as you clench around it from the stimulation. Blood excites them both so there would always be fake or real blood involved during spicy time always bringing chills to their skin when they see you dripping in it. If it was real they would soothe the wounded skin telling you how good you did for them

- These men love it rough so when it comes to blowjobs,they would start forcing your head down without warning at a fast pace. Through all the gags and crying they wouldn’t stop until they were satisfied. Both teasing you and degrading you when you gag over their cock whispering how pathetic you are for not taking them in fully. The filthy words coming out of their mouths tainting you in arousal encouraging you to take them all the way like the good girl you are. Whether they cum on your face or mouth they always demand you to swallow every last drop of what you worked so hard for

- Ghost and Ghostface love role playing and would most likely play as killers who are stalking you in your home. The adrenaline would be rushing through your veins making sure not to get caught but unfortunately they’re both trained killers so there’s no escaping them. Once you were caught, they would punish you by fucking your throat until you can’t speak and as they do that they would remind you in a teasing tone how smart and tactical they are all while they push your head down further for being so naive and unaware of your surroundings

- Whenever Ghost is out for deployment, you both love to take advantage and tease him when he can’t be there for when you need a good fuckin. Ghostface loves to tie you up naked and take photos of you sitting there all pretty and defenseless. If he really wants to get Ghost to come home unexpectedly, he would record you both having at it so good and so rough just how Ghost likes it. Ghostface would look straight into the camera teasing and making fun of Ghost for missing out. Just to fuck with him, he would challenge Ghost by telling him how much of a better fucker he is then him. All while your loud and moaning is heard in the background proving his point even more

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marve2014 · 2 years

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Trying to Help

Pairing: Billy Loomis x Reader x Stu Macher- Poly!Ghostface

Warnings- Will(or may contain): Mentions of murder, Reader is Murdery, Typical Canon Violence

18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI

Summary: Woodsboro thought they only had to worry about two deranged serial killers.

Note from Author: I love my ghostface boys so much. They deserve to be cuddled. Also, Tatum and Sidney are oblivious to readers relationship with Billy and Stu, reader knows why they are with them both.

Part Two:

Having two boyfriends is a lot to deal with on a normal basis but having two boyfriends who are in complete other relationships in order to murder people… well that is even more to deal with.

When you moved to Woodsboro from Georgia two years ago you never thought you'd find yourself in the predicament you are now. Currently getting scolded by one of your two boyfriends for killing someone.

“I don’t understand why you two get to go around killing everyone and their mother but suddenly, I kill one person and it’s a problem! I want to be able to kill people too! If you hadn’t gotten in my way none of this would have happened, Billy!” you argued as you stormed into your bedroom removing your ghost face mask. “You act like you and Stu are the only two people in the world that have vendettas.” You mumble as you start undressing to get into the shower and clean Principal Himbry’s blood off you.

“You got in the way of a planned kill, y/n. That’s the problem! You think you can do whatever you want and there won’t be any consequences. What if it had been someone else in the school that caught you, huh? Would you have killed them too?” Billy yelled as he followed you into the bathroom.

“Well, I guess we’ll never know, will we?” you ask as you push him away and slam the door in his face.

Stewing in your anger you turn the water in the shower to the hottest setting and allow it to cascade down your body getting rid of all the sweat and blood from your first kill. Admiring the way it pools and swirls down the drain. You think about what Billy said and contemplate the truth to his words. Would you have been able to kill an innocent bystander that stumbled across what you did to Principal Himbry? After about 20 minutes of thoroughly scrubbing, you finally get out of the shower and wrap a towel around your hair and another around your body. You open the bathroom door expecting Billy to have stormed off, what you did not expect to see was your two boyfriends laying on your bed waiting for you to get finished.

“You know we just want what’s best for you, we don’t want to see you hurt baby.” Stu starts as he drags you into the middle of them both.

“I understand that, but I took care of Principal Himbry no problem, if I can handle a grown man, I’m sure I can handle a high school cheerleader.” You joke as your wrap a hand around each of their arms. You nestle into Stu while Billy is laying there silently rubbing small circles on your knuckles. “I was just trying to help.” You exhale loudly. “I know what you guys are doing and why you’re doing it, so let me be there for you. Do you think I like having to sit on the sidelines not knowing if you’re hurt or worse you got caught? I couldn’t handle losing you two.” You explain while Billy discreetly looks over your head at Stu.

You three sit there in silence while holding each other like you do most nights until Billy looks you in your eyes, down to your lips and back to your eyes. You smile knowing he’s no longer mad at you and you lean in for a kiss. Stu pulls you towards him and kisses you as well.

“How about we set some ground rules and then maybe we can start letting you help?” Billy asks. “Most important rule, never kill alone without telling us where you are.” He rolls his eyes and looks at you.

“That’s fine with me, IF you don’t randomly show up and interrupt me. You both are terribly distracting when you’re wielding knives.” You laugh. “Wait! How did you two know where I was tonight?” you ask as you glare at both boys.

“Hush, don’t worry about it. Go to sleep” Stu says as he puts a hand over your mouth to stop you from continuing to ask questions and just cuddles you tighter as Billy leans over and puts an arm around you both.

You laugh and start to get drowsy with the combined warmth of both Stu and Billy surrounding you. You drift off to sleep thinking about everything you plan to do tomorrow night to the girl who ruined Billy’s life. Sidney Prescott.

The End<3

#billy loomis #billy loomis x reader #stu macher #stu macher x reader #billy loomis x stu macher x reader #ghostface #scream #poly!ghostface #slasher #happy halloween #billy and stu deserved better #scream fanfiction #billy loomis fanfiction #stu macher fanfiction

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starlightandfairies · 1 year

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Hey you don’t have to do this if you don’t feel comfortable but can you do one where you leave Alexandria randomly saying you’re going on a small run but Daryl feels like something is off and goes after you only to find you trying to k!ll yourself and he gets upset and begs you to tell him why

Description: The reader says they are going on a run and Daryl follows only to see what you are really doing.

Warnings: suicide attempt, depression, death, twd violence, swearing

Requests are open, please send through as many requests as you want, and check my character list and requesting rules.

Key: Y/N = Your Name, POV = Point of view

Word Count: 874

Daryl had been watching you intently, something didn't seem right, though he only thought it was because of everything that had happened before joining Alexandria. However, there was something in his mind that was eating at him the more he saw you and the way you acted, the more worried he got for your health and safety.

Daryl was currently working on his bike, fiddling with it again, trying to see what he could do to fix it and pass the time. He watched as you walked over, your small hunting bag on your back with your gun in hand with your knives at your waist.

"I'm going on a run, might take a day, I've told the others. Just wanted to tell you." Daryl nodded, watching your form for a moment and handed you a couple of energy bars.

"Found 'em on my last run, you take 'em."

"Thanks." You simply stated, Daryl, nodded and watched as you walked off. He quickly gathered his things and started following after you. He stayed a good distance behind you, making sure he walked so you couldn't hear his steps under the leaves and sticks. You walked for hours without stopping, with no walkers popping up and watched as you made your way to the river that was a while away from the community.

Along the way, you started to drop your items, leaving them as if you wouldn't need them anymore. Daryl watched as you sat near the river, where a couple of flowers were and you grabbed out a book. Daryl watched as you read, he sat behind a tree, his eyes never falling from your frame and just waiting to see what else you had to do.

Daryl watched as you wrapped the book in a piece of cloth, dug a hole, placed it and covered the book up. Daryl slowly stood up, not liking the feeling he was feeling in his stomach. Daryl watched as you placed your knives to the side and grabbed your gun. The colour drained from his face as you placed it at the side of your temple, he listened to your sobs and the yell you made to seem to push yourself to take the actions you were in the process of doing. He ran over as he heard the shot of the bullet, he ran over and sighed lightly as he saw that you weren't injured or had a bullet in your head.

"Daryl?" Your voice was barely audible, Daryl yanked the gun out of your hand and stared at you. You fought against his arms, and you ripped yourself out of Daryl's hold, staring at him horrified that he had seen what you just tried to do. Daryl's look was hard to read, you didn't know if he was mad, angry, disgusted, disappointed or sad in you.

"What the hell was that?" He questioned, his words coming out harsher than intended, his look fell once he saw you break down but try and hold yourself together.

"I just wanted to read this book, finish it so I had something to say that I've accomplished. I did it. I read a classic, I did it. I've done something with my life, I can finally say I've done something with my life." Daryl took a breath, stepping back as you stepped closer.

"That's not what I'm talking about."

"Give me my gun." You ordered.

"No, I'm not giving you the gun, tell me what just went down." Daryl grabbed your arm gently as you went to walk away, pulling you back to face him.

"I don't want to talk about it."

"No, I'm begging you! Why would you do that? Why would you try and end your life?"

"Have you fucking seen the world we live in, Daryl? People have no remorse anymore, I can't handle taking lives anymore, even if those fuckers deserve it. I can't live knowing I might die again and again. I don't see any reason to live anymore."

"You don't have to end your life, we could go somewhere else so we don't have to deal with these people anymore. Get away, far away."

"I don't want to be here anymore! I'm sick of this fucking world, Daryl... too many people have died. I've watched everyone I care about die brutally. You're the only one I have left and sometimes you're not even around. So, I feel more alone than before. I just want it all to end, I don't want to become one of those things."

"We'll leave, we'll go somewhere else, just you and I. Where we won't be hunted and we won't have to face bad people anymore. Just come back with me, we'll go now, please. Do this for me. I'm going to take your stuff, you can have this knife and that's it. Let's head back so we can back."

You nodded slowly, Daryl making sure he could see you as you gathered the things that you dropped on the way.

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the-twi-light-zone · 1 year

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When I Met You, When I Chose You

When I first met Charlie Swan he was responding to a call with an aggravated female at the local grocery store. Aggravated female in question was me and in my defense I was just getting off a long shift from the hospital when some asshole pulled up behind me yelling about how I cut him off. Needless to say he got to close and said aggravated female sent a right hook and knocked him on his ass. I don’t know when my judgment left me but between being called a few choice words and some man getting in my personal space I lost it.

I admit not my best moment and I did get my groceries and once I got out of the store and loaded my trunk the police showed up. A little more than a few witnesses described the encounter and in the back of chief Swan’s cruiser I went. As I sit in the back of the cruiser chief Swan makes way for the driver's seat. The cold air he lets in is a bit refreshing as it was stuffy.

“So chief Swan I gotta ask, is there any way we can let all this go? I just need to go to bed. I got off a long shift from the hospital and honestly this wasn’t my best moment today I will admit that” My voice fills the empty air around us as he sits there filling out paperwork. “Well miss Brax I only needed to make sure you weren’t going to be a danger so I don’t see why we couldn’t let this go. You have a clean record, and I don’t show a history of you randomly swinging on random people.” His voice is gruff but his eyes that flash into the mirror when I snort is all I needed to finish both of our thoughts. “I mean no, but he really needed that. You don’t just roll up on someone like that, but anyway, when do you think I’ll be able to get out of here?”

He looks away and continues writing down on some documents, and when he puts his pen down. He hops out of the car and opens the back door and begins to help me out. “Face away miss Brax.” Charlie asks as I am finally standing outside the vehicle. “Sir, yes sir.” I say as I stomp my left foot and turn. His fingers are warm as he handles my wrists and hands delicately and takes off the cuffs that were detaining me. I sigh in relief as I bring my hands back around to the front of me. “Thanks Chief, I’ll see you around on a better day I hope...” I say open ended as I turn to face him walking backwards towards my car. He nods chuckles and waves, “me to miss Brax, have a better rest of your day.” He says as I nod in return smiling lightly and respond with a you too.

~Two Months later~

What a day, another busy day and it only got busier as it seems the flu is going around, and a bunch of dehydrated teens and over worried parents sitting in my ER is not what I needed today. Receiving notice that I was being moved from my current position at this hospital across the US to Georgia. I had a choice to make as currently my ‘friend’ Charlie was currently waiting for me to show up at his home and go to dinner. I honestly didn’t know if I wanted to leave. Although there was nothing really holding me here, I still felt the need to at least stay for longer to see what could be.

My thoughts follow me all the way to Charlie’s and as I park my car, I look over to see him already at the front door hands in his front pockets. A grin almost shadowed completely by his mustache. I grin at him and grab my bag as I pull myself out of the driver’s seat. I walk up the sidewalk and up his front steps. The front door swings open and Charlie waves me in. “Now my day is complete.” I say as I walk in and straight to the couch where I plop down and wait for Charlie to announce if he is ready. “So, the diner in town okay with you?” He asks as he comes around and sits down next to me.

Laughing I nod, “yes Charlie, I wouldn’t have it any other way,” I say. Nodding he stands with a grunt and turns to offer me his hand to pull me up which I take. I begin to walk to the door and before I know it were being sat at the table in the corner by the windows. Sitting to Charlies right we both greet Cora as she sets down our menus and gives us a smile and makes some small-town talk and gossip. Charlie gets his normal steak dinner and I get my normal salmon and salad. Stealing a few fries from Charlie when he looked away, although I know he knew I took them.

“So, I got a call today from my agency Charlie.” I start off as I sip on my Soda. Charlie furrows his brow and nods, “what did they want?” He asks as he wipes his moth with a napkin and rests his hands on either side of his plate. I hesitate before I respond not knowing where this conversation might go. “They said I have one week left here before I am being relocated to Georgia. I wasn’t sure I wanted to go but figured I would talk to you about it first.” My eyes stay on his face to watch his reaction. He swallows, pursed his lips and looks down at his empty plate.

“Well, I think I would like it if you stayed, but I’ll still be here for whatever you decide.” He says and looks into my eye a small smile resting on his face. I smile and rest my hand on his, “well looks like I’ll be quitting and finding permanent residence here huh?” He chuckles taking my hand in his.

#charlie swan #twilight #charlie swan x reader #twilight imagines #twilight imagine

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samwinchesterswifu · 9 months

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Contagious pt. 2 (Sam Winchester x Read Smut Series)

Requested: No

Season 2 x Episode 1

Warnings: slow burn, slight kink if you squint your eyes.

Song Inspiration: This series is going to have a lot of song inspo, but the main one is "Contagious" by Trapt

MINORS DNI

A/N: I thought this would be a good way to continue the series. I may end up doing little episodes here and there, but honestly not sure how far im gunna take this. Would love some feed back on this!

Word Count: 2500

Summary: All four of them just had gotten into a car wreck, Deans in a medical coma, Sam is all over the place, but finally, he gives her a taste of what she wants.

It has been an extremely long year. Joining the boys on a man hunt for their father John. Encountering everything they could think of. From almost dying to a wendigo, to playing guess who with a shapeshifter, bugs, a spooky dead doctor, and being reminded why people are truly just terrible. Watching Dean help an old lover, only to watch him make the same mistake Sam made just a few years ago. It was exhausting. On top the constant killing of the bad guys, Sam gave her major whiplash. There’d be moments where he would show his younger self again. Show her signs that maybe he was ready to experience all the love the two of them shared again. Only to be gone in an instant whenever the demon was brought up. Sam wanted revenge. She couldn’t blame him. Hell, if something tried to kill Sam, her dagger would be through the monster’s heart within minutes. She just felt like a second choice. A back up plan. That was until they had gotten into a wreck.

Her and Sam were sitting in the front seat. While the two of them were left uninjured, just a few cuts and bruises. Dean was in a coma. John was recovering in a separate hospital room. Sam was obviously distant. Worried and pacing back and forth between John’s room and Dean’s. She sat and kept John company. To help distract her from the possibility of potentially losing someone she called her family.

Sam had come to check up on John once again before disappearing down the hall. She was looking down at her hands. Going over the small scar that Sam had accidentally created during their first kiss. His pocketknife had slipped from his pocket where her hands were placed. Making a clean cut through her skin. John cleared his throat, making her look up at him. He smiled.

“I remember that cut,” Johns deep voice rumbled through his empty room.

“Sam was so worried you would get an infection and was so scared of getting in trouble with Hank.” He chuckled lowly.

“That boy is terrified of your father.”

She grinned at his statement. But was quickly replaced.

“He’s still in love with you kid,” sincerity was behind his voice, but it was hard to believe.

“I doubt that John.” She sighed.

“Every time he comes in here, checking on me, he’s also clocking you.” John had a grin on his face that made it seem like he was proud of Sam.

“What do you mean?” She asks.

“He’s checking up on you to make sure you don’t also randomly collapse. He’s worried enough about Dean, but if you went under? He’d freak.”

A small smile tugged at her lips. Hopefully John was right. Suddenly, Sam was at John’s room, tears brimming his eyes and he looked panicked.

“It’s Dean!” He practically yelled.

She quickly got up from her chair and rushed with Sam to Dean’s room where the machine was beeping and the doctors were trying to save him. His heart had stopped, and she could see Sam was close to ripping apart in stress. Finally, the doctors were able to save him. She dared not lay a hand on Sam. After what happened prior, she was afraid.

They both returned to John’s room. He asks questions about what happened. Reassuring Sam that things where gunna be okay. Sam twiddles with his fingers nervously. A deep sigh left his lips. There was clearly something on his mind.

“Dad?” Sam pipes up.

John grunted in response.

“It felt like Dean was there.” Sam’s eyes kept darting between her and John. Like he was a scared kid about to be ridiculed by John.

Huh?

“What are you talking about kid?” John’s attention was attracted.

“Like, Dean was there. Out of ear shot. Is that possible?” Sam was still twiddling with his thumbs.

“Anything’s possible son.” John looked at her as if to say, “Has this kid gone insane?”

Sam shook his head. Another few minutes of silence Sam stood up. His head peaked down to look at her. There was hope in his eyes.

“Can I talk to you?” Sam was nervous again. His voice quivered like he was cold.

All she could do was muster up a nod.

Getting up, she gave John a quick glance, him grinning back at her.

Sam pulls her away from John’s room. His fingers felt like hot stones on her skin. Her heart rate increased rapidly to the point she could practically hear it in her ears. Sam had pulled her away into a small little hallway. Making it seem as if he didn’t want anyone to bother them.

“You think I’m crazy,” he sighs.

“What?” She was completely confused.

“You didn’t say anything. You typically have some witty response to shoot back at me.” Sam returned to a scared puppy. That’s all he ever was. A scared puppy.

“I’m just trying to process everything right now Sam. It’s been a hell of a year.” Her voice was laced with bitterness. It was enough to make Sam cowardly.

“I know.” His eyes looked glossy as if he was getting ready to cry.

“Sammy,” she sighed.

It was like it was a repeated event of when they first “got back” together.

“It’s highly possible that Dean’s spirit is running around. I just don’t know how we would communicate with him.” Sam’s gaze softened; it was a similar look when he was thinking.

“That’s it!” Sam exclaimed. Making her jump at this sudden boom of his voice.

“What?” Again, she was lost.

“A Ouija board!” Sam was practically bouncing on his heels.

She groaned at his words.

“Sam come on. You know we don’t mess with those things! Dean would be furious!” She shook her head. She truly couldn’t believe his words.

Sam started to walk away from her. Not uttering a word.

“Where are you going!” She shouts after him.

“Keep dad company!” Sam responded.

She scoffed. Winchesters.

Instead of returning to John’s room, she heads to Dean’s. Her heart hurt seeing him hooked to all the wires. She sits in the chair next to his bed, just studying him. A long sigh left her lips and her head fell into her hands. Taking a deep breath, she began speaking. Hoping that Dean wouldn’t actually be able to hear what she had to say, even though he was right behind her in his ghostly form.

“Dean,” her voice cracked and was close to tears.

“I don’t know how much longer I can do this with Sam.” She shook her head, a few tears slipping down her cheeks.

“I love him, I love your brother so damn much, I always have,” She took another pause as footsteps approached.

Sam rounded the corner into Dean’s room, a bit taken aback that she was present. Holding a paper bag, he overall just looked confused.

“Are you okay?” He asked as he began to sit on the floor in front of Dean’s bed.

“Fine,” she was sharp with her words, and the younger Winchester flinched at her tone.

She rose from her chair, joining beside him. He pulled out the board and another groan left her lips.

“Dean is going to kill you.” He let out a small laugh and nodded in agreement.

Quickly setting up the board, he looked at her for a second. A wave of concern and sincerity washed over his eyes. His hand began to raise, but was put down almost as fast. He seemed hesitant, which has become more often these days.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Sam's voice was sweet, laced with honey enough to get her drunk off of it, but she had to remain composure.

All she could do was muster up a nod. He sighed in response as he turned his attention towards the board.

Sam placed his fingers on the planchette, looking at her and waiting for her to do the same. She mirrorod his movements, nodding that she was ready. Sam took another deep breath.

“Dean, are you with us?” Sam asked, a few moments of silence, then the planchette started to move towards ‘yes’.

He let out an excited squeak. Which was too cute beyond words.

“What is keeping you away, is there a case?” Sam asked, and the planchette moved back to ‘yes’.

“Do you know what it is?” Sam asked.

The planchette began to move over the letters REAP.

A small ‘huh’ left Sam’s lips.

The planchette began to move again, without a question asked. Her heart rate began to increase, afraid of what Dean had in mind. The planchette moved over the letters LOVE. Both her and Sam’s heads snapped towards another. A look of confusion falling over both of them.

“What are you saying Dean?” She asked.

LOVEBIRDS.

A wave of heat rose to her cheeks. He was listening to her rant after all. Sam shuffled in his place awkwardly. It was one of the things she loved about him. He’s been awkward ever since he was a kid. Another grunt left Sam and he turned back to the planchette.

“Is the reaper after you?” Sam asked, trying to get rid of the tension.

The planchette moved back to ‘yes’.

Sam rose from his position, and began to pace back and forth.

“Sam, Dean will be fine,” she says as she rises to meet him.

“I know, I’m just worried.” He stopped pacing and his eyes raised in the way he got about when having a bright idea in his head.

“Wait! I’ll go ask Dad, stay here,” Sam says leaving the room.

Completely lost into what was going on, she sat back down in the chair next to Dean’s bed. Cursing at the old brother for the trick he pulled. Sam returned back to Dean’s room, holding John’s infamous journal in his hands. He begins reading aloud the page about reapers.

“Can I sit next to him?” Sam asks through his puppy dog eyes.

She nods, standing toe to toe to Sam. Before switching spots, Sam reaches out to her. Hesitantly grabbing her hand, and lacing his fingers with her. He gives it a tight squeeze, as if he was afraid that she was gonna slip away from him. Slowly, Sam lowers his face towards her. Panic arose in her heart. Why was he doing this now? When Dean was in a coma? Before Sam’s lips connected with hers, Dean jolted up from his drug induced coma. The two pulled apart, trying to act like nothing was about to happen.

“What happened?” Dean asked, his brows furrowed as his eyes darted between the two.

Sam looked at her pleadingly, as if to tell her not to say anything. She gives him a small grin.

“I uhm, I need to go uhm, do something really fast.” She says, darting out of the room.

Walking towards the courtyard of the hospital looking to get some fresh air, She finds a wooden bench to sit at, and takes a few moments to breathe. Thoughts were rushing through her head as tears welled in her eyes. There was no warning, Sam has such a mind of his own that it was whiplash all the time. Her heart stung at his actions. While yes, it felt like he was getting better, that he was trusting her again, leaning on her again, it just felt manufactured.

The door to the courtyard opened, and John walked out. A concerned smile tight on his face. He joins her, placing a hand on her that rested on her thigh. All of the emotions became too much. John pulled her into his side as the tears began to flow. Her sobs echoed off the brick walls. John rubs the side of her arm in the hopes of bringing comfort. After a few moments, and she was able to recollect herself, John excuses himself, explaining that he needed to go see the boys. She wasn’t able to really respond.

She takes at least a bit to gather herself and prepare to see Sam again. Walking towards the area where their rooms were, She is pushed aside by rushing nurses and a doctor. Following them back towards Dean’s room. Sam stood out in the hallway, his fingers deep in his hair. He looked up for a moment, eyes connecting with hers. His eyes were saying more than what he was able to mumble. She rushes to his side as he begins to fall apart. Catching his slumped body in attempts to help console. She was able to finally see what was going on. John laid still in the hallway, hearing them call out the time of death. She knew then that things were definitely going to change between them. Not only did she have to help pick up the pieces after Jess, but now the same with the death of his father. But it wasn’t a burden to her.

Things finally settled down and they were preparing to leave the hospital. A hunter's funeral was in the plans for John. Before leaving the hospital, Sam pulls her off into another side corridor, away from the eyes of Dean.

Within a swift movement, a hand was placed on her hip, another came up to caress her cheek. Sam applies enough pressure on her hip to push her flat against the wall. Butterflies swarmed in her stomach. She watched Sam’s eyes as they darted between her own eyes and lips. A small ‘fuck it’ fell from Sam and he crashed his lips with hers. The kiss was harmonious. His lips felt smooth like he still took care of his hygiene just how he did when they were kids. The hand that was placed on her hip came to engulf her other cheek. As he did this, Sam became more aggressive with his kiss. Their bodies became completely flushed together. He broke their contact, and dipped his head to her neck. Placing small kisses and nibbling softly, he reaches a certain spot that he knows drives her crazy. He bites down hard on that area, sucking slightly. A small gasp of pleasure escapes her lips and she could feel Sam’s hard-on bulge against her thigh. Suddenly, a small knock attracted both of their attention, only to realize it was a doctor going into a patient’s room. Looking back at each other, they held a smile. She wasn’t sure what was going through his brain. His dad just died for christ sake. But maybe he was looking for familiarity with what was unknown right now.

Dean calls out their name, making both of them sigh. Rounding the corners, Dean stops looking through the other rooms as soon as he spots them.

“Come on you too,” Dean motions towards him.

Nodding, they both begin to follow him. Sam places his hand on the little bit of her back, guiding her through the halls. Hopefully, Sammy was coming back to her.

#sam winchester x reader #supernatural fanfiction #sam winchester #supernatural #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader

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strniohoeee · 6 months

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Racketeer Pt.4

Pairing: Chris Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Y/N and Chris are having a party for Nick and Matt, but what happens when two weird people test them…..

Warnings⚠️: Chris with a pewpew….uhhhh that’s about it. Sadly I think this is my last ‘Racketeer’ imagine….such a bitter sweet ending because I love this. I meannnn unless I randomly come up with a good idea but Idk🥹

Song for the imagine: Suburban, pt. 2- 22Gz

@flowerxbunnie @lustfulslxt

Back from the Ms and the case closed

Blood on my kicks, that's from stomping his face off

Chop off a limb with a chainsaw

Tonight Chris and I were getting ready for a party, no shocker there, but it was for Matt and Nick. He wanted to throw a party for them because he hadn’t seen them in a while since they live in LA most of the time now.

Chris had rented out a club for them, inviting our friends and the friends the three of them shared. I was actually super excited for this party because I missed Nick and Matt. They were a breath of fresh air from Chris' lifestyle, and I needed it.

I was also excited because this meant that we didn’t have to worry about any weird guys starting problems. I was so excited to just party and hang out with them without having to worry.

Chris was dressed in all black with his Timbs and a black fitted hat….this is all this motherfucker wore. He looked good as hell though, so I’ll shut up.

I decided on wearing an all black outfit too. I wore black wide leg baggy boyfriend jeans with a fitted black crop top, and my white air forces. I didn’t really care to dress up since it was a private club party with friends and his brothers.

I walked out to the living room to see Chris tucking his pistol into his waistband, I rolled my eyes at this

“Really….” i said looking at him

“Babe I have to, how many times have we gone out now, and trouble always finds us?” He said

“Whatever” I said giving up

I was just so fucking tired of this back and forth my life felt exhausting at this point. Constantly living in fear and worried Chris is going to actually hurt someone and be in prison

“I just get scared that you’ll get in trouble, and taken away from me” I said walking over to him

“I know baby, I don’t like this either, but it’s the consequences of my actions” he said pulling me in for a hug

“Chris I don’t know how much longer I can keep running in this circle” I said sighing

“Me neither okay, and I promise you I will get out of this” he said kissing me

“You always say that, but it never happens” I said

“I know I haven’t been true to my word, but I promise okay. I will get you out of this” he said looking at me

“I want to be in a different state in a house” I said smiling at him

“Whatever you want, I’ll get you a nice car a big dog and gifts” he said smiling at me

“I like that idea” I said kissing him

We had headed out, and headed downtown to the club where Chris was having the party. We got there and finished helping set up, dimming the lights and getting the music started

Chris hired bottle girls for this party, and I didn’t mind, but one girl kept looking at Chris like she could devour him. I was a little upset, but I kept my eye on her

About an hour later everybody showed up with Nick and Matt being the last ones in…not a shocked they were always late

“NICKKKKK, MATTTTT” I yelled running over to them and giving them big hugs

“I’ve missed you guys so much” I said to them pulling away

“We’ve missed you too it’s been too long” Nick said

“It has! Follow me Chris is at our table” I said to them over the loud music

They followed me over to Chris and I’s designated area. Couches with a table

“Yoooo” Chris said getting up and hugging his brothers

“I fucking missed ya” he said

“We missed you too kid” Matt said

“Come take a seat” Chris said waving them over

They took a seat, and slowly they started chatting with us and their hometown friends. We were having a good time especially me

We were a few drinks in dancing here and there, eating, and just vibing. The four of us catching up since it’s been months since we’ve seen each other

I was sitting next to Chris bobbing to the music as him and his brothers were chatting when all of a sudden that weird bottle girl came over

“More drinks?” She asked looking at Chris

“I’m good, how about you babe?” He said looking over at me

“Yeah I’ll have a Malibu Coke” I said looking at her

“Sure” she said emotionless and walked away

“She’s weird as fuck” I said

“How come?” Chris asked

“She’s looking at you like she wants you” I said

“Ouuuu jealous” he said laughing

“Mmm not jealous just annoyed” I said

She came back with my drink placing it in front of me

“Thank you” I said smiling at her, and she had no reaction

“Are you sure I can’t get you anything” she said touching his arm

“He’s good” I said to her

“Oh I was talking to him” she said looking at me

“Yeah and I’m talking to you, he’s good” I said pushing her hand off of him

“Who are you?” She said looking at me

“His girlfriend” I said looking back at her

“Mmmm right” she said giving me a weird look

“I’d watch the way you speak to me, I’m paying your bills” I said smiling at her

“Whatever” she said scoffing and walking away

“Ouuu I thought a drink was going to get thrown” Nick said looking at me

“Like I’m clearly sitting with him, and I came here with him…back off” I said taking a sip of my drink

“UGH” I said looking at my cup

“This bitch” I said

“What happened” Matt asked

“She gave me straight up Malibu” I said rolling my eyes

“I’ll fix it” Chris said reaching his hand up to take my cup

“No baby I got this” I said standing up

“Play nice” he said looking at me

“Always” I said before walking away

I went up to the bar looking for the girl, and when I spotted her she was whispering to a security guard looking over at Chris….weird. I left my cup and walked back over to our area

“Somethings not right” I said sitting down

“What’s up?” Chris said

“She’s talking to that security while looking over here. I don’t trust her” I said

“She could be warning them about you” Matt said laughing

“Nah…that security is new” I said

“Really?” Chris said looking over

“I’ve never seen him before” I said looking over at him

“Alright we stay together the whole night, and if something happens I got ya” Chris said referring to his gun

After a few more hours everyone started clearing out, and we stood in our area. They turned the lights back on and shut the music off so the crew could clean

The bottle girl came walking over to our area

“Can I clean this for you guys?” She asked sweetly

I just looked at her and Chris answered her

She was putting the drinks on a tray, and when she grabbed my old drink she “accidentally” knocked it all over me

“What the fuck bitch” I said standing up

“Oh my bad it was an accident” she said

“No it wasn’t. I don’t know what the fuck your issue is with me, but he’s my man. Back the fuck off” I said sizing her up

She looked at me and then dropped the tray all the drinks splashing all over us

I picked up two drinks and threw them in her face

“How’s that for an accident bitch” I said throwing the empty cups at her too

Chris immediately got up trying to separate us

“Alright let’s calm down” he said putting his hands out to separate us

“Now clean this up bitch” I said to her

Suddenly that security guard come over to us

“What’s going on” he said

“This girl is acting like a child” I said trying to dry myself off

He pulled the girl behind him, and suddenly pulled a gun out facing it at Chris

“We told you not to fuck with Drew’s crew because we’d always have a target on you” he said

“Yo put the gun down” Nick said standing up

“I’ll put a bullet in all yalls head” he said waving the gun around

“What do you want” Chris asked nonchalantly

“You and me only outside” he said

“Alright” Chris said

“Chris no” I said pulling him

He turned looking at me, and then with his eyes only looking down towards his waistband widening his eyes to tell me to take the gun

“It’s alright baby we’re just going to talk” he said widening his eyes again

I discreetly took the gun from his waistband and he immediately turned around punching the guy in the face causing him to fall back

“Grab her” I said to Matt

He grabbed the girl holding her

Chris and the guy started scuffling, knocking the drinks around as they landed on the table. The guy overpowered Chris and was now on top of him

“Get off of him” I said cocking the gun

“Shut up bitch” he said

“I’ll fucking paint the table with your brains” I said back

He kept scuffling with Chris and the girl was trying to run, so Nick also grabbed her

“And you’ll be next” I said pointing the gun at the girl

She spat in my direction

I took the butt of the gun and smashed it against the guys head he immediately fell over in a dazed state

“Keep telling Drew to send his people because I got mine and I’ll fucking kill all of you” Chris said to the guy

“You’re gonna get got soon” he said in a fuzzy state

“Ya fucking wish” Chris said stomping on the guys shoulder with his Timbs

“And for your bitch ass” Chris said pointing over at the girl

“What are you gonna do hit me” she said laughing

I walked over to her and lifted my arm off cracking her in the jaw with the butt of the gun

“No he won’t, but I will” I said as she fell limp to the ground

“Come on” Chris said to us

We followed him, and he grabbed his regular security guard

“Clean this up, get them out and I’ll be talking with ya about who you bring to my events without telling me” he said to the guy

“Yes” he responded and nodded at Chris

We all walked back to Chris car having Matt drive as Chris was pretty banged up

“Chris we have to get you cleaned up you’re all fucked up” I said examining his face

“Thank you for having my back” he said looking at me

“I told you I always will, when I saw that guy overpowering you I just wanted to kill him” I said wiping some blood with a tissue

“Baby that’s how I feel everytime someone tries you, I don’t want this lifestyle and I didnt want to bring you into it, and I’m sorry for that. Back in high school I watched my best friends girl get killed the one night he didn’t have his gun on him, and that shit sticks with me. I will always have my gun on me because I could never live through something like that again especially if it’s you” he said looking at me

“I never knew that. I’m sorry baby” I said kissing him

“It’s not something I wanted to burden with you, but this is why I always stay strapped. They started coming after Nick and Matt, and that’s why they left. But I couldn’t send you away because I couldn’t protect you if I did” He said

“I’m thankful for you Chris, always” I said to him

“I’m done with this life, I want you and only you. I want us to be happy and living peacefully. Come to LA with me” he said

“Yes baby. I’ll come with you” I said kissing him

Matt had driven us home and they stood with us that night helping me clean up Chris. We started making our plans to fly back with Nick and Matt, and leave this life behind.

The End

So sad that this is probably the last Racketeer imagine I’ll write😭😭 but i hope you enjoyed love yallllll🖤🖤

-J💅🏽

#sturniolo triplets #sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo #chris sturniolo imagine #Spotify

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playertwotails · 1 year

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Kitsune Tails AU time.

This is mostly coming from the fact that Tails two tails plus the seven chaos emeralds is nine and my brain won’t stop trying to make a connection between the two. (i know basic math wow so amazing have a whole college degree and everything to show for it). Is there a connection lore wise absolutely not...but that wont stop my string and cork board conspiracy brain from trying to find a connection anyways.

So this Au starts when all the characters are just a little older (like maybe by like 5ish years or something idk) and Sonic and Tails are fighting Eggman for the chaos emeralds their age old song and dance. And for what ever reason just Tails goes super by himself for the first time to beat Eggman.

When he gets out of super form though only 6 emeralds leave him and scatter the 7th stays....and now he has a third tail.

Queue panicked and confused screaming from Tails and Sonic cause

“WHY DO YOU HAVE A NEW TAIL?????!!!!??”

“I DON’T KNOW YOU USE THE EMERALDS ALL TIME AND I DON”T SEE YOU SPROUTING NEW LIMBS!!!”

So they’re both distressed cause WTF??? is going on and take that confused screaming panic all the way to Angel Island to visit the only expert they know, Knuckles.

He has no idea either what is happening and is somewhat freaked out too (he’s a lot freaked out but he’s not gonna show it cause even he didn’t know the emeralds could give people limbs) and queue his yelling hysterics of

“SONIC WHAT DID YOU DO???!!”

“I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING!!!!”

But Knuckles does try the age old tradition of punch the emerald out of Tails....the emerald stays in and Tails goes through a tree.

After a bit of meditating on it though Knuckles can sense the emerald inside Tails will eventually come out and it’s transferring some kind of power to Tails. As for the extra tail he has no idea what the fuck that’s about they’re on their own with that one.

Sonic is of course concerned cause his little brother just gained a new limb randomly and no one has any idea what that means. So him and Tails set off to go find out what all this is about (Sonic gets real bad at hovering over Tails and constantly checking on him through all this, cause like people don’t just grow tails, lol, randomly and he doesn't know how this may effect Tails and is just worried)

Eventually the chaos emerald does pop out and scatter off to one of the random four corners the emeralds tend to go off to to recharge (it’s not drained of power just low battery pretty much from what ever it just did to Tails). And it’s around this time that they find information on Kitsune and all that lore.

Queue another freak out from Tails cause “WHAT DO YOU MEAN I MAY POTENTIALLY LIVE HUNDREDS OF YEARS!! WHERE’S SILVER DID HE KNOW ABOUT THIS??? DOES HE KNOW ME IN THE FUTURE???!!” (somewhere Silver just suddenly has a sense of dread someone’s mad at him for some reason)

Idk just a silly little AU that’s been on the brain have fun people.

#kitsune au #tails kitsune au #miles tails prower #tails the fox #knuckles the echidna #knuckles the enchilada #sonic the hedgehog #tails just having an existential crisis

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i-am-bitterly-jittery · 6 months

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On Death's Doorstep (pt 37/?)

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Word count: 1344

Rating: Teen

Pairings: Karrot Kings

Warnings: Kidnapping, supervillain activity, Thomas Sanders and the terrible horrible no good really bad day

~~~START~~~

Thomas’s only thought as he lunged for Nico was that he’d already lost his son and grandson, he wasn’t about to lose his husband too.

Of course, it wasn’t until he’d been seized too that he realized that both of them getting kidnapped by a supervillain wasn’t much better than only one of them getting kidnapped — at least they were together.

Maybe it was because he’d never been kidnapped before — by a supervillain or otherwise — but it wasn’t quite what he was expecting. This guy — “Backslash” he’d been yelling in the mall, like all he’d cared about was that people took note — seemed to have been expecting them as he brought them to the basement of an abandoned warehouse (did warehouses usually have basements?), where two chairs were already set up, waiting for them. He tied them to the chairs, a strangely blank expression on his face the entire time — not gloating, not menacing, just completely empty, like he wasn’t really aware that they were even there — then left them alone, returning up to the warehouse. A heavy door clanged shut after him.

“This is weird, right?” Thomas asked quietly after he and Nico had been sitting in silence for a while. They were both bound to the chair by their wrists and torsos, as well as having their legs bound together from ankle to knee, but Backslash hadn’t made any attempt to gag or blindfold them.

“Definitely the weirdest thing to ever happen to me,” Nico agreed, tugging at the ropes around his wrist. Despite the lack of interest their host had shown in them, the bonds held tight. “But hey, at least we’re not dead.”

“Yet,” Thomas couldn’t help but add. Nico’s face dropped.

“Yeah,” he agreed quietly. “Yet.”

Time passed. It was hard to know how much seeing as how no natural light drifted into the basement, and their host hadn’t even been kind enough to leave their watch faces visible behind the ropes. It was a while.

Thomas was exhausted, and by the way Nico’s head kept drifting down before snapping up again, he knew his husband was too. Nothing had happened. Their host had yet to reappear, and if he had any associates, they didn’t show themselves. Other than a few randomly spaced reverberating thuds from the warehouse above, the only sounds were those that came from either Thomas or Nico themselves.

Thomas was just about to suggest that Nico try to get some sleep when a series of thuds started up from upstairs. For good or for ill, something was happening.

“I love you,” Thomas said, because if this was it, he wanted those to be his last words.

“I love you too,” Nico promised sadly.

The basement door was thrown open, clanging even louder than it had when it had been shut, and rapid footsteps descended the stairs. Thomas tensed up in anticipation for whatever was to come but relaxed slightly when he finally saw the figure.

He and Nico had been doing a lot of research into superheroes on the off chance that Virgil had been given a new code name and transferred without letting them know, so when they saw that Clover was here, they knew they were being rescued.

“Don’t worry, citizens!” The hero declared boldly. “We’re here to save you!”

Clover was relatively new on the scene, having started a little before Virgil disappeared, and one could assume, relatively young. They had the powers of divination and probability manipulation, so Thomas felt fairly safe following them up the stairs despite the sounds of battle that were now freely drifting through the open doorway.

“Fyrebrand is almost done,” Clover told them. “You’re lucky she was available, if this was going to take much longer, I wouldn’t have been able to come.”

“I’ll make sure to thank her,” Nico commented dryly. Clover didn’t seem to pick up the sarcasm.

As promised, by the time Clover led Thomas and Nico around all the machinery — which seemed to have been moved since Thomas last saw it, but he couldn’t be entirely certain — towards the doors, Fyrebrand had Backslash subdued and restrained.

“Subdued” didn’t seem quite accurate as the villain was just as blank and empty as he’d been previously. It was hard to subdue someone who was already, for all intents and purposes, subdued.

There was something not quite right about the whole thing, but Thomas didn’t have time to dwell on it as Clover was leading him and Nico out of the warehouse into the sunlight. There were reporters and camera crews all over the place, most of them were trying to talk to Fyrebrand and Clover, but a few of them tried to get Thomas or Nico’s attention. Fyrebrand stopped to talk to the reporters, but Clover continued to lead them to a waiting car, not turning their attention to the press until Thomas and Nico were safely inside.

Thomas had expected the car to take them to the SSP building, or at least a police station — he thought someone would want to talk to them about what happened — but no, the car stopped outside of the hotel they had been staying at.

“I think there’s been a mistake,” Thomas told the driver. They hadn’t spoken to anyone other than Nico’s comment to Clover, no one had even checked them over for injuries. Surely this wasn’t protocol for a supervillain kidnapping.

“This is your hotel, isn’t it?” The driver asked, not exactly unkindly, but certainly not helpfully.

“Yes, but–”

“Then no mistake.”

Thomas blinked, then looked to Nico, who only shrugged.

“Um… thank you?” Thomas said as he and Nico exited the car.

“Have a nice day,” the driver said, pulling away as soon as the doors were shut.

“Curiouser and curiouser,” Nico sighed as the two of them watched the car disappear into traffic.

They were too tired to deal with the seemingly lacking response to their kidnapping, and since Backslash hadn’t stolen anything from them, they still had their hotel keycards. Everything else could wait until they’d had a few hours of sleep.

~~~

That afternoon, rested but no less exhausted, Thomas and Nico were unceremoniously kicked out of the SSP building. According to Agent Sophia, they were “knowingly, and maliciously” wasting the Agency’s time and resources with their “absurd exaggerations of reality”. Apparently, the vicious rope burns on Nico’s wrists didn’t count as proof of mistreatment by a supervillain, and even if they did, the Agency wouldn’t care anyway.

Without any more leads to pull, and weary from their supervillain encounter, Thomas and Nico decided to cut their trip short.

Nico handled the checkout while Thomas ordered an Uber on his phone. The hotel was understanding and didn’t charge them for the extra days they had booked. By the time the Uber pulled up — black Honda Accord, driven by Franklin, four stars — Nico had joined Thomas in waiting outside.

“Uber for Thomas?” Franklin said.

“That’s me,” Thomas confirmed. The driver nodded and popped the trunk for their luggage.

Once they were settled in the backseat and the car was pulling away from the hotel, Nico sank into Thomas’s side.

“I don’t know what else we can do,” he groaned, taking Thomas’s hand. “Maybe he really doesn’t want to be found.”

Thomas laced their fingers together and squeezed gently. “That’s not our V. If he didn’t want us looking for him, he would have told us that himself. I’m not sure what our next move is, but I know we can’t give up.”

“I know what your next move is.”

Thomas and Nico both jolted as the driver spoke. Through the rear-view mirror, Thomas could see that their face had changed; no longer the face of Franklin, their Uber driver, but someone entirely new.

And most ominously, they were wearing a gas mask.

Before either of them could even begin to demand answers, the driver pressed a button on the dash, and the car began to fill with a noxious gas. Thomas’s last thought before losing consciousness was yeah, this might as well happen.

~~~END~~~

Once again, one chapter got too long and is now two chapters

This week’s fandom which is trying to take over my life is Now You See Me, Jack has such t-boy swag

ODD taglist

@royalty-of-all-things-snuggly @pixelated-pineapple @arsonic-knight @misunderstood-shadowling @lost-in-thought-20 @remy-the-lemon-berry @jinxcrafter @apinkline2715 @gothfoxx @donutsarepartybagels @xoaningout @meganmoneky14 @lunatatic

#sanders sides #ts sanders sides #thomas sanders #nico flores #janus sanders #karrot kings #superhero au #on death’s doorstep #thursday writes #my writing #sanders sides fanfiction

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yamahex · 2 years

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Explicit Pt. 5

Summary: The immediate aftermath of Jack’s post.

Content Warning: 17+ Sexual Themes and Topics

A/N: Surprise💀 I randomly got in the mood to write this real quick. Don’t get too excited cause this might be it for Jack for awhile again

You paced back and forth, still trying to wrap your head around the situation. Anger took over your body and the tears were no more. The silence was thick in the air, Jack didn’t dare to say a word.

You spent the next moments trying to ground yourself before speaking. The red lights in the room seemed to fit the tense atmosphere but Jack finally found the courage to talk.

“Why are you so mad?” Your pacing stopped and your arms crossed over your chest.

“Are you fucking serious, right now?! Do you realize how much trouble you just created for me?!”

“It’s not that big of a deal.” You stated at him with fury in your eyes, before taking a deep breath.

“Jack, I get you think this is just some cool flex to brag about with your friends but this is my life!” A sigh left your lips and you continued to pace.

“You’ve compromised my safety, my privacy, oh and tell me what I’m supposed to do if my college sees that and finds out I’m a cam girl?!”

Jack felt himself getting frustrated.

“I already deleted it, what more do you want me to do?!”

“Oh gee, thanks Jack. Everything’s fine cause you deleted it.” He sighed and you turned your attention away from him. His eyes softened as he walked up to you.

“How could you do this to me? I’ll never be able to go out in public.”

He brought his hand up to turn your head towards him.

“I’m sorry. How can I make things better?” He leaned down to place a kiss on your lips but was pushed away by your hands.

“No Jack! You don’t get to just kiss me and think that it makes it all better!” He stood there stunned by your yelling.

“I-“

“You should go.”

“Baby-“

“Please Jack. Just go.” His eyes took in your expression. There was no changing your mind right now.

Tears threatened to fall as he grabbed his belongings after getting dressed, then leaving the apartment. Your breath staggered before the tears finally fell from your eyes. Millions of thoughts and worries flooded your brain.

You sat on the bed with a blank stare stayed on your face for what seemed like hours.

A knock at the door broke you away from your thoughts, body feeling heavy as you dragged yourself to the front door. Upon opening it you saw your best friend with a sympathetic smile on her face. Your red eyes and tear stained cheeks broke her heart. Her arms instantly wrapped around your figure causing you to rest your head against her shoulder.

“Come on, let’s get you to bed.”

Jack slammed his front door causing the sound to erupt throughout the house. Urban’s head whipped around towards the noise.

“Jesus. Trouble in paradise?” A stern expression was evident on Jack’s face.

“Fuck off Urb.”

“So I take it that lil pic you posted didn’t blow over well?” He let out a deep breath.

“It’s not that bad, is it?”

“Well considering you exposed your girl’s personal business which is trending right now and thousands, if not millions of people are talking about it I would say so man.” Jack sighed and sat next to him on the couch.

“I don’t know what I was thinking.”

“I don’t know either, and I’m your best friend. I mean shit, you have a hot ass girl who happens to be your dream cam girl and you fucked that up for what? Bragging rights?” Urban took a hit of his blunt.

“God forbid her school gets word of it or people start showing up at her apartment.” Jack placed his head in his hands and sighed.

“I fucked up.”

“For sure, but let’s just hope you can fix it it.”

The early morning rays shined through the windows of your apartment as you laid face down on your bed. You felt a dip in the mattress causing you to look to the side. Your best friend was holding up a bowl of cereal.

“Gotta eat babes.”

You sighed and sat up, taking the bowl from her hands. Your eyes watered thinking about the situation again while looking down into the bowl.”

“I can’t believe he did that.”

“Men only think with their dick. He just had to put some stupid fucking macho claim on you.” You looked at her.

“I thought you liked Jack.” She scoffed.

“Yeah that was before he did this stupid shit and ruined my best friend’s privacy.”

Your lip began to quiver, indicating you were about to cry before taking a bite of your breakfast. She gently rubbed your back as you ate when a sound from your laptop caught both of your’s attention.

You handed her the bowl then pulled the laptop closer to you, eyes scanning the screen. A new email sat in your inbox and your heart dropped.

“What?”

Your eyes met her gaze with a look of worry.

“It’s from the dean on the board of education. She wants to meet with me.”

To Be Continued…

#jack harlow #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x you #jack harlow x y/n #jackman thomas harlow #jack harlow smut #jack harlow angst

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