#here’s another brick of text from me ig

[strixhaven]

You know, if there’s one thing I do miss about early 2010s tumblr and is something that I wish the broader site could have a wider, much more nuanced conversation about, it’s the openness with which people used to discuss self-harm. Early 2010s tumblr was by no means a very healthy outlet or place to talk about issues like mental health, how it manifests, how to cope with it—especially with regards to self-harm—but the shift from a deeply problematic openness and semi-romanticization to quietly adopting the predominant cultural attitude of outright silence, denial, and shame when it comes to self-harm is… more of a lateral move than anything else. For as much absolutely terrible shit that era of tumblr came with, the loss of open discussion about recovery, alternative coping mechanisms, celebrations about stopping, and encouragements that life still goes on even with self-harm as a presence in it is something that I do genuinely wish the site and people more broadly would embrace again.

I completely understand people not wanting to talk about their own experiences, though. Self-harm is often deeply tied to some of the darkest times in a person’s life, and how people navigate and feel about those times and how they relate to it is something that should be completely up to them. But in the few times I’ve seen people on the site actually broach the subject of self-harm, of living with it, of quitting, and of having it as a part of your past, it’s just an immediate barrage of people accusing them of romanticization for merely mentioning self-harm, people asking that they hide their bodies and experiences as something inherently traumatizing for everyone else to acknowledge, and overall making it very clear that this is not a struggle or a part of your life you can ever discuss openly. The readiness with which so many people will make you try to feel shame and disgust about your own body and mental health as a way to vent their own shame, denial, and disgust at themselves is unreal. It’s a whole-hearted embrace of the broader cultural narrative surrounding self-harm and mental health that seeks to keep its most ugly aspects hidden in order to pretend it’s not a problem that has to be dealt with.

Again, I do not begrudge anybody for not wanting to talk about their own experiences with self-harm, but I genuinely think this wide-scale sidelining and refusal to discuss self-harm and tumblr’s relationship with it is just as much of a problem. It is a deeply isolating and incredibly disheartening thing to have gone through, to know others have gone through, and to know that it’s something you’re likely never going to be able to bring up to other people. The greatest comfort I’ve found and the ability to make peace with my history of self-harm and scars has come from hearing other people just acknowledging their relationship to it and refusing to be shamed for what they endured, how they coped, and what they felt like they had to do to stay alive.

With the more nuanced, open discussions of the “uglier” and less-acknowledged aspects of mental health slowly becoming more common and more mainstream, the absence of self-harm from these conversations only becomes more and more noticeable, and I sincerely hope that the void it’s left is filled with the care and attention this topic deserves. With how on the rise self-harm and suicidality are amongst teens and young adults, as people who’ve lived through and with self-harm as a presence in our lives, I feel like it’s incumbent upon us to be more open and available to discuss these things so nobody else has to deal with the pain that comes from silence and shame about it.

#mb if this isn’t super incoherent and fully baked i just have a lot of thoughts and feelings about this topic #i know there’s pockets of people discussing this in much more nuanced ways but they’re often very niche and tend to get bombarded #with a lot of bad-faith bs from people who sincerely seem to believe that any acknowledgement of the existence of self-harm is inherently #harmful. and as i said i genuinely think the worst thing you can do as someone who used to self-harm is encourage that kind of shame and #silencing of people who want to be open about this subject. the isolation that comes from knowing but never being able to talk about it #is so awful man. #just something i wish people talked about more overall #cw self harm #cw discussion of self harm #cw self-harm #discussion of self-harm #long post #here’s another brick of text from me ig #bees posting

[drvrslcense]

oh, the things we could do

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summary: leo valdez suggested your dream apartment, only that it's expensive, but they offer newly married couples discounts. who's to say you and leo aren't married?

notes: i'm not really familiar w american currency and the nicknames leo would call y/n so i'm so sorry if i made any mistakes with the money and nicknames HSHA also this fic is dedicated to @slytherindaughterofposeidon0 (ily sweetheart & thank you for showing love to my other leo fake dating blurb <33)

Apartment hunting is a thing made up by the aliens to further torture us.

That is your exact thought as you walk building after building, block after block, looking for apartments that will accommodate you, Leo, and your things nicely. A nice two-bedroom apartment with proper ventilation and lighting that is not heavy in your pocket will be perfect, thank you very much.

It’s already near sunset and you were getting tired from apartment hunting. You’ve been walking for an entire day and you have seen nothing that would fit your criteria - you’re even willing to settle for a view of a brick wall outside of your apartment.

“Hey, found anything good yet?” Your friend, Leo Valdez, called you. The two of you met during college and immediately hit it off, often having Lord of the Rings movie nights or hanging out and eating junk foods.

You told him you have found nothing good yet and will meet up with him later for dinner - his treat - after all the hunting you went through while he’s at work.

“Well,” he chuckled nervously. “I might have another place you should look at and see if it’s to our liking.”

“No,” you answered him.

“Come on, Y/N,” Leo prodded. “Percy and Annabeth recommended the building and told me they have pleasant apartments there.”

“I’m tired, Valdez,” you complained.

“But it’s got the fireplace and enormous space you wanted with the view of Manhattan. And, wait for it -,” Leo took a dramatic pause, while you sighed. “An affordable price!”

“Sounds tempting,” you hummed, taking a sip of your coffee. “But still no.”

“Tell you what,” Leo said. “We could meet there later, check it out, and have our dinner - my treat. Sounds good?”

“Yeah, fine,” you sighed.

“Great!” Leo said. “Meet me at the address I’ll text you in twenty minutes.”

“Wait, what? Valdez!” You huffed as Leo hung up. It was normal of Leo to drop calls whenever he finished what he had to say. Five years of it and it still annoyed you to no end. You often complained to him about that habit, but he’ll just laugh and shrug it off.

After getting the message notification, you hailed a cab and showed him the address of the upper manhattan apartment building. The driver grumbled something incoherent before driving through the streets of New York like he’s the king of the world - occasionally going above speed limits, yelling at tourists, and grumbling about the darn traffic and naïve tourists.

Once you got to the location, you hastily paid the driver a crisp twenty-dollar bill before muttering a quick ‘thanks’ and watching as he sped off to find another passenger.

You stared up at the apartment building Leo was talking about. There was no way you could afford such a place like this, but you will give Leo the benefit of the doubt and mutter it to him while riding the elevator and say ‘I told you so’ once the price is stated. The building was tall, about thirty floors high, and big enough space in the lobby for a circus stage. Elephants could fit in here, you thought, as you spotted Leo’s mop of curly hair. It was messy, you took note, as some pieces of thread were tangled in his curls.

“Hey,” you greeted him as you stood beside him.

“Hi,” he grinned. “You’ll love it here.”

“I’m sure our bank accounts would disagree,” you muttered beside him, as you looked around you. People were milling about, wearing business casual clothing as if they’ll have a meeting with the royal family. There were also uniformed personnel inside the building as they offered their services from one person to another - carrying their bags, checking them in - as if this were a hotel and not an apartment building.

“You’ll see,” he smiled. “So, shall we, then?” Ever the gentleman, Leo led you to the elevator, waving at someone to come with the two of you.

A plump woman followed the two of you with a wide smile that’s hurting your own cheekbones as you thought about it, a clipboard in hand, and a cheery glow in her eyes. “Oh, nice to meet you, Mrs. Valdez.”

“Mrs. Valdez?” You furrowed your brows in confusion as took a sideways glance at Leo before accepting the handshake the woman offered.

“You’re married, are you not?” The woman’s confused face matched yours as she looked at the two of you.

“Oh, yes.” Leo’s hand went around your waist. “Just go along with it. Newly wedded couples are bound to get big discounts on apartments here,” he whispered in your ear.

No matter how much you wanted to strangle the boy, you realized he was right and went along with the plan, muttering “stop it,” before nuzzling his face away from your ear.

“Oh!” the woman exclaimed. “Aren’t the two of you cute? You could call me Miss Arlene, by the way.”

You gave her a tight smile as Leo grinned brightly beside you. “Well, nice to meet you, Arlene.”

“Ooh!” Arlene clapped her hands. “We’re here, Mr. and Mrs. Valdez.”

You took a glance at the little screen in the elevator before going out, noticing the two of you are on the 28th floor of the building.

“28th floor? Are you crazy?” You whispered to Leo. “Let’s get out of here.”

“Come on.” He pulled you back. “Give this place a chance.”

You wouldn’t admit it, but as soon as Arlene opened the door, you were in love. The apartment was everything you’ve ever dreamed of and more. They painted the walls a delicate cream color that complemented the light brown furniture inside. The living room was spacious and the kitchen should be enough whenever Percy’s over to help you bake something. The apartment also has two bathrooms and three bedrooms. You realized it would work as the other bedroom could work as Leo’s workshop. Not to mention the overlooking view of Manhattan you have and the cozy fireplace in the middle of the living room.

“Soooo,” Leo stood beside you as looked out the window overlooking most of Manhattan.

“No,” was what you answered immediately.

“Oh, you loved it so much.” Leo grinned. “Hey, Arlene, how much is this place?”

“Well, normally, we’d give it for seven grand per month.” Arlene tightly smiled at the two of you. “But for newlyweds, we’ll give it for less than fifteen percent as long as you can present a wedding certificate that certifies you’ve been married for six months or fewer.”

“Well, that’s a good deal,” Leo grinned, and you knew he did the math. He was always one for the numbers, while you mostly stayed within the comfort of the English language, choosing to be a songwriter yourself. “What do you think, mi amor?”

“Right?” Arlene smiled at the two of you.

“Well, uh, will you please give us a minute to discuss?” You told Arlene and watched as her face fell for a moment before tightly smiling and nodding as she left. “Are you that deranged?”

“What,” Leo raised his hands up and grinned at you. “You love this place! It’s perfect for us.”

“As friends!” You hit his arm. “Not as a couple, you idiot! Now, where are we going to get our marriage certificate?”

“Why? You want to buy this place?” Leo asked, a triumphant grin growing on his face. “I knew it! I knew you'll love it.”

You sighed. “I love this place, Leo. But six grand? We can’t do it. And if we took up that marriage offer, we’re not married!”

“Well, that’s an easy fix,” Leo smugly smiled at you. “I have Connor on the job for our wedding certificate.”

“We can’t just pretend we’re married!” You told him, pacing back and forth around the living room. “We have to have wedding pictures and gifts, and those matching couple mugs or something.”

“Don’t you really want the apartment, mi cariño?” He asked you, holding your arm. “We could do it - fake it and everything until everyone forgets about us as the newlyweds and we go back to being friends.”

“How about the wedding photos and all?” You asked, a small smile playing on your lips.

“Well, mi amor, we could rent tuxedos and gowns. We could also have our friends as our bridesmaid and groomsmen and pose around Central Park,” Leo said. “That is, if you want this apartment.”

“I do,” You said, as Leo grinned once again. His grin was contagious as you grinned back when Arlene arrived back.

“Well, Mr. and Mrs. Valdez, what do you say?” Arlene asked with an expectant smile.

“We’ll take it,” Leo grinned proudly, taking your hand in his and triumphantly raising it.

“Ooh! That’s great! Are you looking to start a family?” Arlene asked. “This place is delightful to raise children in. Ooh! I could just see your little ones running around.”

“Really? What do our future children look like?” Leo prodded Arlene, while you held in the temptation to elbow him so hard in his ribs.

“Well, one has green eyes with curly hair like yours, and she’s a girl,” Arlene said, pointing in a random direction. “And she’s running around and you’re chasing her.”

“Oh, really?” Leo hummed. “That’s nice.”

“Leo, stop it,” you whispered in his ear.

“Shh, mi amor, let her have her fun,” he whispered back. “Maybe we could get a fifty percent discount for this place.”

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CW: Angst, angst, angst. 

Word count: 2916

Nina sighed as she snuggled her pillow. It sucked watching Sidney shake hands in the handshake line, the disappointing end to a good season. She sniffled as she watched Sidney stoically shake hands with the Flyers, disappointment and anger on his face.

This season, the Penguins had drawn the Islanders in the divisional semi-finals. After a hard-fought seven game series, the Pens had finally got past the Isles. However, the Flyers, surprisingly, made it past the Canes and the Battle of Pennsylvania was on. Unlike 2018, the Flyers won this time, in five games. Nina put her phone on vibrate, just in case Sidney called her.

However, Sidney didn’t call that night or for a fucking week. Nina was understanding at first but understanding turned into annoyance when pictures were posted of Sidney golfing with Kasperi, Brandon, and a couple of the single players. Nina just was glad she had the foresight to limit comments on her IG to approved commenters because she had no interest in people asking questions about him.

Scrolling her phone, Nina read a text from Marisa: has he called u yet?

No, Nina simply responded. She wasn’t going to call him first either. Let him have his bitch fit and golf. He didnt tell me he was going to go do that n im not his wife.

Nina’s phone rang and she answered. “Yes, Marisa?”

“Oh, Nina, he’s a douchebag. I can ask Kevin to slash him a couple of times next season,” Marisa commiserated.

Nina replied, “He hasn’t called me or texted me since that night. I haven’t tried to call him since Sunday because fuck that. I know he got his superstitions and everything but, no. Hell no.”

“I agree. Have you been out?”

Nina shook her head before saying, “I was finishing finals so I haven’t been out. Karesha told me we’re going out this coming Friday and, you know I don’t party like that but I will.”

“Give him something to miss,” Marisa advised.

Nina scoffed, “Something to miss? He’s lucky if I let him talk to me whenever he gets back.”

**

Sid groaned as he turned in his bed in Cole Harbour. He was so fucking pissed about the way the season ended; they finally got past the Isles only to get tripped up by fucking Giroux and his Flyers. Fucking Hart was a damn brick wall and fuck, Sidney could sense that his time in the game was coming to a swift close soon. For the past week and in a half, he had been in a funky snit, annoyed and needing to be away after golfing with the boys.

At the same time, he felt like shit. Sidney knew he shouldn’t have avoided Nina’s call; he was still raw from the loss and he didn’t want to expose Nina to that side. But, she hadn’t called or texted him since and Sidney didn’t know how to break the silence that he had created. Picking up his phone, Sidney blinked when he saw all of the messages on his lock screen. The team’s group chat had been busy last night.

Unlocking his phone, Sidney’s eyes bulged when he saw the messages. There were pictures of Nina out, with one of her friends, wearing a dress that was barely there. Her hair was falling straight over her shoulders but what really got Sidney’s attention was the fact that there were guys all around her. Then Nate sent a text; i guess ur single now. Told u not to go home without talking to her

“I’m a fuck up,” Sidney moaned.

“Yup, you are.”

Sidney blinked as he looked at his phone. He managed to call Tanger and Tanger didn’t look pleased.

“Sid, we’ve been friends for a long time but, I didn’t think you were this stupid,” Tanger scolded. “Really?”

“You know with the way the season ended,” Sidney began before Tanger cut him off.

“Nina knows that. She respects that. Nina’s not clingy or needy like some of the other girls. But, Cath told me you haven’t even called or texted her? Wow, Sid, wow.”

Sidney blushed as he listened to one of his closest friends berate him. Tanger was right. But how was he going to even apologize without looking like a bigger dummy?

“Well, you’re already acting like a dummy, Sid, so you might as well look like a bigger dummy,” Tanger snarked. “Nina isn’t like the other girls. She doesn’t need you.”

Sid gritted his teeth at that statement, especially since he knew that it was very true.

Sidney heard French yelling in the background before Tanger stated, “Cath thinks that despite being so good at hockey, you suck at being a person. And you made Nina cry when Cath last talked to her.”

Sidney wanted to slap himself. He made his pretty girl cry. “Fuck,” he yelled.

“Yeah, fuck. Fix it, Sid, instead of fucking yourself over forever.”

Sidney scrolled his phone after Tanger hung up on him. It looked like he was flying into Pittsburgh asap.

**

Nina sighed as she padded in her apartment. Last night was fun, going out with Karesha. They had just gone out to dinner, a jazz lounge, then ended the night at a rooftop bar. Nina knew people had been taking pictures of her all night and that people were wondering where Sidney was but that wasn’t her problem. There had been plenty of guys willing to take her home but Nina wasn’t interested in any of them either. She still wanted Sidney but fuck him too.

Her doorbell rang and Nina looked at the panel. It was Sidney with a pastry box and a wide grin on his face. Nina opened the door with a smile.

“Hi, pretty girl-”

Then she slammed it in his face, her grin growing wider as she loudly locked the door. Just like a man, coming back right when they realized she was getting attention from other men.

“Go away, Crosby, unless you want attention because you’re knocking on my door,” Nina yelled from the inside. Putting her earpods in, Nina cleaned her apartment for the umpteenth time, singing along.

Sidney gritted his teeth outside of Nina’s apartment. He was expecting her to let him in, yell at him, then he would charm his way back in. He didn’t expect to get the door slammed in his face and being told to leave. His desire not to gain extra attention was the only reason he left.

Nina sighed when she heard Sidney stomp away. Her anger was starting to change to sadness, again. She had hoped this would be different but Sidney was just like every other man; ain’t shit at the end of the day.

**

“Take him for all his cash, girl. Then tell him, maybe I'll take you back.”

Nina rolled her eyes as she listened to Jamila. “For someone so wealthy, you sure like to talk about taking men for their cash.”

“It’s like this; men figure out their self-worth by how big their dick is, how many women they fuck, and how much money they have. You don’t want to go to jail so you can’t cut his dick off. So, fleece him and then dump him for good,” Jamila advised.

Nina sighed and Jamila groaned. “Oh my God, please don’t tell me you miss this dumbass. Dude didn’t contact you after losing in their playoffs! He ignored your call! He only contacted you in person after you and ‘Resha went out! The dick can’t be that good!”

Nina sighed as she listened to Jamila. Over the past couple of days, there had been Edible Arrangement deliveries, lunch bought for the staff, cards proclaiming that he was dumb as hell and sorry for being an idiot. And Nina still didn’t respond. No calls, no texts, Nina was still upset and feeling raw.

“Jamila.. Glass houses remember?”

Jamila sighed over the phone. She didn’t really have that much space to talk but she persisted, “You let him off easy, he’s going to walk all over you forever. I know I’m a fuck up but I never let a man walk all over me. Don’t let Mayo Boy, no, he’s Miracle Whip because that shit is disgusting and he hurt you. Don’t let Miracle Whip think he can apologize a couple times and you’ll come running back.”

“I haven’t made any decisions yet. Plus, I’m going away with Desi, Sio, Lauren, and Kim to Phuket. You know, that trip you helped plan but you can’t go on now,” Nina said as she logged into her workstation. Work had become a refuge of sorts. Everyone was pretty much professional, no one brought up anyone’s personal life. It was all about work and the patients and it made Nina happy. “I gotta go, I have a patient at 8:30.”

“Bye girl, and remember what I said,” Jamila replied.

“Byeeee”

Nina hung up and pulled her earpods out of her ears. It was time to focus on another day of work. Before Nina realized it, it was lunch time. Rubbing her temples, she sighed as she thought about lunch. Grabbing her purse and her keys, Nina made her way out of her office. “Rita, I’m going to get lunch,” Nina called out to the receptionist.

However, as soon as she left, Nina saw the infamous Range Rover in the parking lot and she closed her eyes. She wasn’t in the mood and it looked like it was going to get embarrassing for Sidney.

Luckily, it wasn’t Sidney who came out but someone totally different. Nina let out a breath she was holding and walked to her car. Her vacation was coming up in three days and she would be away for two and a half weeks. Sidney would probably leave her alone once he realized she was out of the country. Nina was sure of it, he had to have been icing her out to dump her anyway for the offseason.

**

“Still no call?”

Sidney sighed as Geno plopped in the chair across from his. He had put on his best smile today for Nikita’s birthday but he was feeling the strain.

“None,” he finally replied. Sidney felt so tired and such a fool. The best thing in his life had slipped out of his fingers and it was all his fault.

Geno snickered as Anna strolled in, holding a box. “Zhenya,” she asked before rolling her eyes at Sidney.

“Da,” Geno replied.

Anna started speaking rapid fire Russian, too fast for Sidney to even attempt to keep up. Geno started to laugh when Anna pointed to Sidney before pointing to the box. Then Anna abruptly turned on her heel and left the room.

Confused, Sidney asked, “What was that?”

Anna hadn’t been talking to him and Sidney felt like he was part of the subject of that conversation. Geno chuckled before replying, “Anna said that it’s a shame Nina isn’t here but she made sure to at least have a gift sent for Nikita before going to Thailand.”

Geno didn’t add the rest, which was Anna saying Nina had better manners than his captain, to at least send a gift that she didn’t have to send, before disappearing. He wasn’t interested in kicking his captain when he was down.

Sidney winced. Part of him felt a bit happy that Nina was somewhere, having fun but it was without him so it was his fault.

“Oh, look at this, Nina’s riding elephant,” Geno crowed as he looked at instagram. Sidney looked at the picture. Nina was riding an elephant, making some kind of triangle symbol with her hands. Then he looked at the comments and the first one said: look at you, dropping baggage and having fun.

Geno snickered before saying, “Poor Sid.”

“Not supportive, Geno,” Sidney remarked, closing his eyes.

There was a pause before Geno replied, “Maybe donate money to things Nina likes. Maybe she’ll talk to you when she gets back.”

**

Sidney checked his phone for what seemed like the umpteenth time. “Cros, she’s not going to text you.”

Sidney rolled his eyes at Tazer’s annoyed tone. Webs, Pricey, and Tanger laughed at him. They were all in Toronto together for a team Canada thing but that was over and they were out for drinks.

“Heard you fucked up, badly,” Webs stated in a dry tone. “When in doubt, always apologize first and buy the woman her favorite thing second.”

“Nina’s not big on buying stuff,” Sidney absentmindedly replied. Getting Nina to splurge on herself was like going to the dentist. It wasn’t fun.

One thing Sidney did realize from off and on monitoring Nina's Instagram was that she was big on helping out at the Greater Pittsburgh Community Food Bank, she liked volunteering at the Humane Animal Rescue of Pittsburgh, and every year, she volunteered at a pop-up shop for girls who wanted to go to prom but couldn’t afford it.

Sidney wrote five figure checks to each organization, in Nina’s name, no strings attached. Sidney was serious about trying to get his pretty girl back and he knew that Nina was serious about volunteering and giving back. Now, he was just waiting to see Nina’s reaction. If Nina told him thanks but it was over, Sidney would be upset but he could accept it.

There were no texts that night but that morning, Sidney woke up to a text from Nina. It was a simple thank you but it meant more than anything to Sidney at that moment.

**

Nina sighed as she looked at the thank you cards that had been waiting for her when she returned home. This was so out of the ordinary, she had to text Sidney when she saw them. It was more meaningful than gifts.

The trip to Phuket had been amazing but there had been a tinge of sadness for Nina. She enjoyed riding the elephants, experiencing the beaches, going diving, everything. It was truly the vacation she had been waiting to have, after Covid and then switching jobs had pushed everything back. Despite her best efforts, Nina missed Sidney. She missed that dumbass hockey player, he had wormed into her heart that easily. She missed him and was still supremely angry at him. Nina felt like the biggest dumbass on earth. As she waited for him to show up at her place, she wanted to bang her head into the wall. I fucked up by dating him, Nina said to herself.

Her doorbell rung and Nina opened the door. It was Sidney, hands in his pockets, no gifts this time. He ached to bring her into his arms but Sidney wouldn’t touch Nina unless she gave him permission.

There was a stony silence after Sidney closed the door, neither willing to say the first word. Nina tried to summon some of the anger she had but all that was left was pain and sadness. Before she even realized, a couple tears had slipped. Sidney saw them and his composure completely crumbled. He did the one thing he swore he would never do; he made his pretty girl cry.

Nina hiccupped as Sidney pulled her into his arms. He just held her as she cried. “Fuck you, Sidney Crosby. I felt like you were icing me out before dumping me. Fuck you, you fucking jagoff.”

“I-I should have said something but I was so pissed and I didn’t want to lash out at you. Then it just snowballed,” Sidney said, heartbreaking as Nina sniffled.

“You’re such a fucking dumbass. I don’t even know why I’m even considering taking you back.”

Sidney said, “I just didn’t want to burden you with everything I go through at the end of the season, especially when it’s disappointing.”

“Fuck that, Sidney.” Nina glared up at him, the big dummy. “Communication, it means that if you say you’re in a relationship, you communicate. You should have even sent a text, ‘I’m pissed as fuck, going golfing with the boys, be back soon’ or even just periodically texted those stupid hi and good morning beautiful texts. How would you feel if I didn’t call or text you and went away?”

Sidney paused as he considered Nina’s point. He was unhappy he didn’t know that Nina had gone away without telling him but he couldn’t say anything now. “Your face says it all, Crosby,” Nina snarked.

“I’m sorry, Nina,” Sidney said, deep from his heart.

Nina sighed, she could tell he was truly sorry. “Those donations… they were a total surprise. They all needed the money and are dear to me. But the Pittsburgh Prom Dress giveaway, we always need more funds since it doesn’t get as many donations around the year. Your donation not only allowed us to provide more dresses this prom season, it also allowed us to expand our collection so that we could provide suits as well as dresses. Thank you, Sidney.”

“You’re welcome,” he sincerely replied.

Keeping her cheek on his chest, Nina said, “I’m dumb because I really am considering taking you back. But don’t ever do that again.”

Pulling away a bit, Nina looked deep into Sidney’s eyes. “I’m serious. I don’t think I’m clingy, I don’t require much, but don’t even do that again. I don’t need you to call me everyday but don’t ever ignore me like that again, Sidney.”

“I won’t, I swear,” Sidney promised, happy that his pretty girl was talking to him again.

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[szynkaaa]

I more or less watched The Boy!!! And by watching, I mean I skipped more or less through the jump scare parts because I cannot do horror movies at all. I haven’t watched one since 2015 and The Boy was like the first horror movie after five years

Full disclosure, the ONLY reason I started watching the movie was because someone posted a gif of Greta standing close to Brahms who was all sweaty and breathing heavily n I was like “oh shit who dat he hot” and here I am 

Can anyone explain the sandwich scene to me? So Greta was scared shitless and locked herself in her room, but why did Brahms make her favorite sandwich for her?

I did some digging for interviews and generally what people have been saying about the movie, took some screenshots from youtube to put my thoughts and musing together too! 

Can anyone explain the sandwich scene to me? So Greta was scared shitless and locked herself in her room, but why did Brahms make her favorite sandwich for her? 

So first of all, let’s start with a low resolution photo I found on IG of James Russell without mask:

which brings me to my first musing/thought/question? 

It’s all under the cut, very screenshot and text heavy, you can find more Brahms drawing at the bottom though  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

So at the end of the movie, we are shown a Brahms with a broken mask and his face being burned, indicating that he was in fact in the fire.

I assumed first that the fire was created by the parents to fake their sons death and then he had to live hidden inside the walls? 

But I’ve also heard apparently it was Brahms who set the fire to fake his own death or maybe an eight years old kid really was trying to burn himself down?? 

My other theory is that his parents made the fire and tried to kill Brahms and it did burn him but he survived, and the parents didn’t wanna go to jail sooo to hide everything they made their son live in the walls

i mean the responsible thing would be to turn their kid in and have him treated and stuff;;; listened to a murder podcast about two cases where kids murdered enough kids and how they are doing now interesting read Brahms made me think of those two cases 

I also do not think that the previous nannies were killed. Like, c’mon. You’d report a person missing and sooner or later it would go back to the Heelshire mansion and if the body counts piles up? Can’t look good and I doubt that the Heelshire wants the police investigating them close up. 

Also, when the mom was like “He’s chosen you if you’ll have him” to Greta? Is it just me or the wording or does it sound like a marriage proposal/arrangement xD 

Brahms is a brat and he sees the people around him as his possession or to toy around. But I also do think that he has some abandonment issues but not in the sad tragic kind of way lmao. Even if he was the one controlling and manipulating his parents from behind-the-scene (quite literally I suppose?), he was still told as a kid to live in hiding and that no one can know he is alive. I don’t know much about the human brain, but I can imagine how damaging that must be to his mental growth and set him back in some way? We don’t know too much about his relationship with his parents - but I assume that he must have still loved them in his own twisted way. Can’t imagine that he would have been indifferent about his parents suicide. 

The scene before Greta manages to back out - first he uses the child voice to beg her to come back and promises he will be good. That’s his manipulating Greta, but when that doesn’t work and she tries harder to open the door, he becomes more desperate to keep her there and then completely loses his temper and threatens to kill Malcolm if she doesn’t return. I’m pretty sure homeboy would have killed him anyway. And then later when she returns and he is all heavy breathing and smelling her hair and then jumps up when she shouts Brahms? Idk I def think there is some sort of abandonment issue going on. 

I don’t think he is a child stuck in a man’s body or manchild or whatever. I think that he does know how to take care of himself - but he just chooses to manipulate people with the facade of a kid to do his bidding and cater to his needs. 

Anywhomst, but clearly Brahms is also a very manipulative and controlling person based, based on how the mother was reacting on the destroyed bedroom, she really seemed to be at the end of her wits and just breaking down with her “you promised you’d be good”. It was very heartbreaking to watch and also scary because it really makes you realize just how much power Brahms holds over them?? idk maybe it was just me.

Next point: the CGI mask  + the burns 

So according to some interviews with the director stated that at the first test streaming, people weren’t really scared of Brahms because he was too handsome so they had to slap a mask over his face. The face was done after everything was filmed. I’m thinking the face burns were also added post-production when they were adding the cgi mask. Otherwise, James would have needed to go through the makeup department for some wicked face burns and it would have been visible during the filming and test screening too? Which would imply that at first the fire was supposed to be just  a cover story that their son is dead and it was changed later

Observation/thoughts on Brahms Heelshire

Love how he stands there with his hands behind his back and then nods when Greta tells him to go under the cover

James Russell is 191cm tall. So like. Brahms is really fucking tall. But I notice that most of the time he stands with a slight hunch. Could be due to him crawling through the walls and crawling out of places that requires him to do a lot of crouching. His bed in his hideout made me really sad, I’ll get to it later. 

Since James didn’t get many lines in the ten minutes that he appeared, I do think that his eyes did all the acting. They stand out even more with the mask on, there is just this crazy look on it. I also noticed during my rewatch that he doesn’t seem to blink much or at all. 

Oh yeah, he also peeped on Greta and Malcolm making out on the bed and then cockblocked them. We been knowing that he made a Greta doll and very likely jerked off to it. We also been knowing that he very very very likely wanted to bone Greta at the goodnight kiss scene still waiting for the maskeless kiss scene gimme gimme. I also highly doubt that Brahms has much first-hand experience with kissing n stuff. High key thinking he was trying to do copy Malcolm and do what he observed lmao

When I first watched the scene, I assumed that the hole behind the mirror has always been and it’s just another one of the hidden passages Brahms to slip in and out, but now that I’m looking at the shape of the holes, it seems to me more like the mirror and brick wall were broken at the same time?? If that is the case holy shit boy is s t  r o n g. I mean, he also punched through the closet door like no big deal so really what have the parents been feeding him. 

I’m also leaning toward the fact that he ran there because Greta screamed loudly. I don’t think he was in the room as them when everything went down there, it seemed more like he heard the scream and had to nyoomed over and then punched a way through to get out of the wall. And then went on to attack Cole. He must have known that Greta wanted Cole gone, since that what she whispered to the doll before going to bed. 

Tbh, I fully expected him to murder Cole in his sleep, but Brahms wrote a warning message in blood to tell him to get out soooooo like. Cole you were warned and now you gotta live with the consequences ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Brahm’s sleeping corner

This scene was shown at the end after Greta and Malcolm escaped. We also see them briefly during the part where Greta and Malcolm are trying to find a way out and stumbled into Brahms’ hideout. I’m not sure why the rules are slapped on the walls. It seems to me that Brahms is very very very set on that the rules / routine should be followed. In the movie, he called Greta and suggested to her that she should follow the rules, to which she then started doing it.

I headcanon that that’s the routine that he grew up with as a kid and it’s just very very very very very hard to break out of it - not that he is trying to break the routine. 

I’m failing to find a good way to put my thoughts into words, but I guess the rules and routine is sort of his coping mechanism? 

I suppose if you had an OC that you ship Brahms with and want to change stuff around the house, the OC would have to very slowly introduce new rules and routines. Baby steps, yknow.

Brahms has a violin hanging there! Honestly I would be surprised if Brahms didn’t know how to play at least one instrument. The family also has an old ass piano/clavichord (?) and Brahms loves classical music soo yeah. Love me a boy who appreciates classical musical hehe

I suppose the egg boxes are there to soundproof the room more - maybe so he can play the violin? 

There’s also music sheets hung around his attics, it’s not clear on the screenshots but when you rewatch the scene and shove your face close to the screen. Some are hanging next to the violin and there are some taped on the wall next to his bed and porn too

nice to see he has a fridge and microwave, I was concerned that he wasn’t well fed and that leftovers might not be enough, but then again. Dude is 191 cm so clearly he has been drinking his milk

Didn’t take a screenshot of his vanity, but there is a crocodile magnet stuck to the mirror hehe. I do think that he shaves and stuff, otherwise his beard would be much longer??

We can see more music sheets stuck to a pillar on the right. 

Loving the christmas lights that he has hanging there above his bed. It’s cute. 

On the shelf he has a bunch of tupperware and empty bowls. Most of hte things are neatly organized. We can also see some books and a pen

There’s some sunlight streaming inside - I do hope that Brahmsy stays warm during winters.

Here we can see more of the food that he has there - there is also a sink but I didn’t snatch a screenshot of it. I think those are potatoes in the pot? Maybe he does know how to cook some basic stuff, I do wonder if he has a functioning kitchen up there. Probably not for fire safety reasons lol

Yall see that thing on the note sheet covered pillar? Ngl, that’s a whole ass aesthetic right there.

He got a few potted plants up there. Took a closer look at them and it seems like they were healthy. So he knows how to take care of plants, which is nice to know I suppose?

Yes, we all know what he was doing with the doll and what the tissue balled up tissue implies. However, has anyone noticed the size of the bed??? 

If you scroll up a bit to the screenshot of Greta seeing the doll, it looks t i n y. The make shift doll takes up more than half of the space. 

Yall. this breaks my heart. Dude is a beanstalk. I’m pretty sure the bed is from when he was a kid shoved by his parents to live inside the wall, does he have to sleep there in his adulthood too??? 

Even though Brahms strikes me as someone who probably doesn’t sleep much or during normal times, that bed must be so tiny for him. He must be sleeping with his knees bend and shit unable to stretch out :((( 

Brahms: is a psychopath that smashed the skull of a girl and very abusive tormented his parents and then Greta Me: omg he needs a bigger bed that poor thing :(((

Brahms’ DIY corner 

Ah yes, Brahm’s little DIY/creative corner. 

Homeboy got lot of animal traps, cages and taxidermies hanging around, pointing strongly toward that it’s a hobby of it? 

Also at the end where we see him fixing up the doll, we can get a better shot at his desk, and I gotta say the threads and stuff are all very nicely organized. Brahms’s table looks more organized than mine does lmao. 

So we know he is a crafty boy. Not sure how difficult taxidermy is but I imagine it does take a lot of time to learn? Well he had all the time in the world anyway.

So yeah, that’s a wrap. Congrats if you made it to the bottom of my incoherent thoughts and ramblings, have a bonus drawing of Brahms wearing different masks: 

#the ham talks #brahms heelshire #the boy #the boy 2016 #brahms #brahmbling

[butgilinsky]

hard decisions // ds

warning; language, mentions of sex ig, angst (i’m so sorry) 

summary; you and drew have to come to a decision, even if neither of you like the one you choose.

word count; 3.6k+ of absolute heartbreak 

based off of these blurbs that i wrote and keep getting reqs for a part three or a whole ass fic so- i think we knew which one i chose.

i love madelyn, so pls don’t think this reflects my feelings on her bc it doesn’t, i just had to pick a person to get caught in the crossfire

you were starting to regret this dinner. you loved your friends, and you were happy to spend time with them when you weren’t all filming for outer banks or all of your side projects, but it was a less than ideal situation at the moment for you. 

you were picking at the nail polish on your fingernails to distract yourself from the conversation playing out at the dinner table. this dinner was a mistake, and coming while you and drew still had unresolved problems between the two of you was a mistake.

you should’ve at least come to a common ground before coming out tonight, or maybe you should’ve just stayed home. it was hard, when some of the people at the table had no idea about the rising tension between you and drew. they’d noticed you two were less touchy and smiley with each other than usual, but they tried not to think too far into it. 

the only people that knew the severity of the situation were austin, along with both maddies. one of those reasons being that madelyn was slightly involved in the mess of it, though she didn’t ask to be. madison and austin became your crutch along the way, being the ones you’d turn to when things got messy and you needed a place to stay after your apartment grew to tense. 

drew was talking to maddie while you tried to keep your thoughts to yourself and listen to the story austin had been telling. you were trying to block out drew and maddie, truthfully, but you that proved to be hard when he made yet another comment about the top she was wearing.

“can you quit flirting? i’m right here.” you snapped, your eyes burning a hole in the boy beside you. you earned a few glances around the table, and drew looked down at you, practically mortified at your outburst. 

“i didn’t mean to-”

“well you did, and it’s annoying as fuck.” his eyes widened, as well as a few across the table while maddie stared at her lap, feeling her shoulders slump at the idea that she was unintentionally causing rifts between you and your boyfriend. 

it was unlike you to start a conversation like this in front of all of your friends. you and drew were good at keeping your cool until you got in the car, leaving your friends to believe that nothing was going on just before world war three began on your drive home. 

they knew things were off between you two, but you both plastered believable smiles on your faces and tolerated each other long enough to at least make it to the elevator of each building without even making a snide comment. 

“can we not do this right now?” his voice lowered, and he spoke through his teeth to try to underplay the anger bubbling inside of him, but you knew you only had to push a little further to get him to give in.

“can you not flirt with my best friend right now?” drew rolled his eyes again, breathing out through his nose before standing up.

“y/n, we’re not doing this right now.” he turned away from you, looking at the less than exciting table cloth in front of him, desperately trying to ignore the gazes on him. you let out a short laugh, making his eyes snap over to you momentarily. 

“it’s never the right time to do this, isn’t it?” he sighed heavily, realizing there was no way out of this conversation with you. 

“if you want to talk about this now, can we at least go outside?” you scoffed softly but stood up anyways, letting drew apologize to the group while you walked towards the entrance of the restaurant.

he was hot on your heels after apologizing to your friends, forcing a short smile at them waving him off, telling him to go deal with the mess you both made. they whispered about the two of you after you left, but neither of you needed to know that. though, they did find it odd that madelyn didn’t contribute much to the gossip. 

“you’re unbelievable you know that? you can’t let it go for one fucking night? what’s wrong with you?” you paused in stride, turning on the balls of your feet to peer up at your boyfriend, who was fuming right in front of you.

“i’m unbelievable? i’m not the one that’s been acting like we aren’t even dating anymore! if you want to be with maddie so bad-”

“for the last fucking time, i don’t want to be with maddie! i don’t know what’s got that so heavily ingrained into your thick skull but i don’t see her like that!” people were trying to ignore the two of you in order to walk into the restaurant, but it was hard when you were so close to the front door, in the middle of the sidewalk.

“could’ve fooled me, drew. anybody with a set of eyes would think that you’re trying to make passes at her.” he groaned loudly again, sending his foot into the brick wall beside the two of you. “you know what, you go back inside and spend time with everyone, i’m going to go home.”

“y/n, don’t do this tonight. this is one of the last times everybody will be in the same place at the same time before we start filming. just come back inside-”

“i don’t want to, drew! i can’t act like we’re fine right now, and i sure as hell don’t want to listen to you talk to maddie all night long. so i’ll see you at home.” part of you wanted him to keep fighting for it. you wanted him to want you to come back inside, but the small part of him that wanted that was outweighed by the part of him that wanted a break from your incessant attitude. 

you would’ve felt bad for taking the car, given that you two showed up to dinner together, but you knew maddie would’ve been more than happy to drive drew home, which was just another thing you’d argue about once he got home. drew had half a thought to follow you, go home with you and fix this situation before it progressed, but he ignored the thought and walked back inside of the restaurant.

you cried in the car, punching your steering wheel a few times until your hand started to hurt and you tried to clear your vision. you started your car and drove home, earning a few texts along the way. madison and austin asked if you were okay, given that they were the closest to you out of the group and probably had more insight than the others about the situation you were in. 

you sent a quick ‘i’m home, i’m okay’ text to both of them and threw your phone onto the counter before sinking yourself into the couch. you didn’t get to catch the look that the the two of them sent each other across the table, neither of them believing you from the way drew was tense the rest of the dinner. 

you sat on the couch, staring at the glass of wine in your hands that you poured over an hour ago and had only taken a few sips from. you had full intentions of drinking it faster than you sat down, but that proved to be difficult with the thoughts running through your mind. you figured alcohol would only make those thoughts harder to think through. 

you sighed when a knock on the door echoed off of the walls, placing the glass on the coffee table and standing up. you reached for the handle, but paused, staring at the door in front of you.

“baby, i don’t have my keys.” you sighed gently, the lump in your throat making you hesitate from swinging the door open. “y/n, please.”

you opened the door, watching drew sigh heavily when your eyes met. you turned on your heels and walked away from the door, letting him catch it for himself before he walked inside.

“are we going to settle this?”

“i don’t know, drew. are you going to stop acting like maddie’s your girlfriend just to tell me that it’s nothing and i shouldn’t worry about it?” he groaned loudly, kicking his shoes off by the door.

“y/n, this is getting out of hand. i’m sorry if i’ve crossed a line here and there, but-”

“crossed a line here and there is a bit of an understatement, don’t you think?” he growled softly, hating when you cut him off and didn’t give him room to speak. “you haven’t talked to me like that in weeks, drew! you compliment her every time you see her, you dance with her when we’re out and barely talk to me the whole night. if you want to be with her, drew-”

“you know, y/n, despite the fact that i keep telling you that i don’t want to be with her every single time we have this conversation, you’re sure as hell making me want to be.” he growled at you, standing face to face with you and watching your tough demeanor diminish.

your lips parted, and you tried to say something, anything in response. but you couldn’t. too many thoughts swam through your mind and none of them could break the barrier to actually come out.

“maddie wouldn’t act like this, y/n.”

“i hate you.” it came quickly, and it stayed soft. every crack in your heart that built up over the weeks pouring into the three words.

“no you don’t.” he shook his head, his shoulders slumping. he knew you didn’t mean it, but that doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt him to hear it. you had never said things like that to him. “no you don’t.” he repeated.

you shook your head then, your chest tightening at the situation as a whole. you didn’t know what was going on between the two of you but it needed to end soon, or it would end forever.

“we need to stop doing this, baby.” you nodded, eyes watering at the thought that you’d possibly lose drew forever, sooner than you ever expected. 

you had been arguing more in the past few weeks than you had in the entirety of your relationship. you didn’t know what it was, or how things progressed to this point, but you knew that things were tougher than they ever had been. 

you knew that every time you saw drew with maddie, your skin crawled. it was hard enough in the group when maddie and chase separated, and you didn’t want to add to that by splitting up from drew. it wasn’t that you wanted to, because you’d convinced yourself that you were going to spend the rest of your life with drew, but if things stayed like this, that didn’t seem likely anymore. 

“c’mon, let’s go to bed. we can talk about it in the morning.”

you nodded again, feeling a pair of lips press against your forehead before drew walked around you and towards your bedroom. you turned around, facing the door that he stood in front of.

“come to bed, baby. i’m sorry.” you sighed, eyes glued to your feet as your chest continued to ache.

“not until you apologize.” drew sighed softly, restraining himself from getting angry all over again.

“y/n, i just said i’m fucking sorry.” he caught himself getting angry again and took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. “i don’t want to fight all night baby, please can we just go to sleep?” you nodded, though you knew you wouldn’t sleep well that night. 

and you didn’t. neither of you did, but you weren’t about to find comfort in one another when that was the sole reason you weren’t sleeping well. you’d been in and out of sleep for a few hours when you pushed yourself out of bed completely, throat scratchy and head slightly throbbing. 

you walked out of your room, shutting the door behind you in an attempt to muffle any noise you would make in the kitchen, and slightly hoping that drew was sleeping soundly. he wasn’t. 

you made coffee, something that you usually did when one of you couldn’t sleep, and despite every bone in your body telling you to sit out there by yourself, you poured drew a cup. you made it the way you knew he would and took it back into the room, seeing him sitting up against the headboard and rubbing at his eyes. 

he had a book in his lap, the lamp on his side of the bed switched on. he looked up at you once the door opened, a soft smile creeping onto his lips at the sight of you holding two cups. 

you knelt down on the bed and moved to the top of it, handing drew his cup and smiling at the soft ‘thank you’ he offered. you drank most of your cup in silence, letting drew read the chapter in his current novel, before setting an almost empty cup of, now room tempered, coffee on your nightstand. 

you sat beside drew, dropping your head on his shoulder and letting out a sigh through your nose. he folding the corner of his page once he finished his paragraph and shut the book, letting it fall onto his lap as a signal that you had his attention - if you wanted it. 

“do you think we’re going to make it?” you whispered, picking at the almost nonexistent nail polish on your fingers, despite the fact that you painted them yesterday. 

“i don’t know.” he spoke truthfully, which you appreciated, but it tugged at your heart. it hurt to know that the two of you were on the same page of not knowing where this path was leading the two of you. “i hope so.” 

“me too.” you said softly, feeling the tears in your eyes come back from hours before. 

the sleep deprivation along with the unruly emotions you had put yourself through for the last couple of weeks was enough to bring tears to your eyes within seconds. there was no point in blinking them away, or trying to hide them from drew. 

they were falling down your cheeks and onto his shoulders in record time, making you unsure if you were glad he wasn’t wearing a shirt or not. on one hand, you weren’t ruining one of his shirts - which you had plenty of experience with - but on the other other hand, he was able to recognize the feeling of a wet shoulder within seconds. 

“baby, come here.” he whispered softly, throwing an arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his chest. he knew there was almost nothing he could do to cease your tears, since they were built up from all of the argument you’d been having. he couldn’t take back his words or his actions, but he could prevent them in the future - hopefully. 

“i don’t know how to fix this, drew.” his hand found its way underneath the shirt you were wearing, tracing small shapes across your back. it was something he did a lot, when you couldn’t sleep or were stressed out from work. it was one of the only things that seemed to soothe you without fail. 

“i don’t either.” he whispered back, setting his chin on top of the head resting against his chest. 

truth be told, he’d done everything he could think of. he’d given you space when he thought you needed it, and that didn’t seem to work. he tried to not get angry without reason, but he couldn’t seem to help it. he tried to minimize the amount of arguments, as well as the severity of each one. nothing worked. 

the two of you were in a rut, and neither of you knew how to get out of it. you were due for season two of outer banks in a few months, and you didn’t know how that was supposed to work. if you two had to get on a plane and fly out tomorrow, you knew it would end badly. 

you knew that if the two of you had to act together right now, the scenes between your characters weren’t going to help your relationship at all. your characters were both hotheads, spending most of your shared screen time yelling at one another. 

“what do we do?” you asked through your tears, not bothering to hide the crack in your voice. 

“there’s only so much we can do, y/n. we either have to find a way to fix this or we have to-” he stopped himself, his voice cracking before he could even mutter his next suggestion. his heart was breaking, as was yours. 

truth be told, your hearts were breaking because you knew what you should do. you knew that despite everything that the two of you felt for each other, there was only one way to truly fix the unbreakable tension between you and your boyfriend. 

staying together didn’t seem to provide any solution. you’d tried to work on this, and it ended in a different argument every time. neither of you saw a light at the end of the tunnel, and the only way out was an emergency exit. 

“i don’t want to.” you didn’t want to say it. you didn’t need to say it. he knew exactly what you meant, because he didn’t want that either, but it seemed to become clearer to both of you that that was the solution for right now. 

“neither do i.” you clung tighter to him, and he held onto you when your body started to shake. 

it was hard, to come to a solution that neither of you liked the idea of. you told yourself that no matter how much it sucked to fight with drew, you’d rather fight with him every day than go a single day without seeing him. you’d seen him everyday for the past year and a half. working with your partner offered that luxury, and now you weren’t going to have that opportunity for a few more months. 

“i guess i should go in the morning.” you shook your head at his words, wanting to rid yourself of the growing feeling in your chest. 

“i’ll go. your name’s on the lease.” he didn’t say anything after that, having no desire to get into an argument about who moved out of the apartment you’d been sharing ever since you got back from filming. 

“can you stay until the sun comes up?” you nodded, not wanting to move even when the sun peeked through the curtains, but you knew that if you didn’t go then, you’d never go and the two of you would spiral into the same pit you’d found yourself in for months. 

so you laid there, wrapped in one another’s embrace for the next few hours. there were shared words and tears, as well as kisses and touches. there was a connection between the two of you that neither of you had felt in what seemed like forever, but it gave you hope. hope that if you revisited this part of your life anytime soon, you’d be able to pick it up from where you left off before you dove into this rut. 

and when the sun came up, you unwrapped yourself from the boy, eyes bloodshot and bags darker than they’d ever been before. you didn’t want to leave, a soft but noticeable voice in your head telling you that the last few hours might have been the beginning to the next era with drew. 

but you got up and packed your bags, because you knew that was the right choice. you packed a duffle bag and slipped the essentials into your backpack after drew told you you were welcome to come back a different day for the rest of it. 

he was hoping that the next time you stepped into the apartment, you’d stay. 

and you found yourself standing at the door, both of you crying just as you had done just a few hours earlier. he kissed you once, longer than a normal kiss but shorter than a suggestive kiss. he was asking you to stay, and you were telling him you wanted to. 

but you turned on your feet and you walked down the hall, leaving the apartment and the boy that lived in it behind you. and it took you all of ten seconds of being in the elevator for you to break down, body shaking and tears freely flowing. 

you were able to stop them long enough to make the short drive, but the second you’d turned your car off they started again, not stopping even when you knocked on the familiar door and austin stood in front of you, understanding without saying a single word. 

he wrapped you in a hug, because this hadn’t come as a surprise to him, and he held you while you violently sobbed into him. you didn’t have to tell him with drew, and you didn’t have to ask to stay here, because the bags under your bloodshot eyes and the bag on your shoulder told him you needed a place to stay. 

“drew and i broke up.” he sighed softly, hand holding your head into his chest as he racked his brain for ways to make this situation any less shitty. 

he didn’t come up with any. 

“can i stay here?”

“of course you can. come inside.” 

#drew starkey #drew x reader #obx #the obx #the outer banks #outer banks #outer banks netflix #angst

[mrjlogic]

I’m only doing texts and FaceTimes in 2021 & beyond, I’m trying to SEE what’s popping NOT hold this radioactive brick to my skull to hear 2nd hand audio about what’s popping. You wanna chat with people go create a room on clubhouse or call Ms Cleo! Also from the bottom of my heart … I don’t need a short story in my DMs of why you’re unfollowing me. NONE OF YOU ARE BEING PAID TO BE HERE… rest assured of you don’t believe everyone should be equal and free to be them (as long as they’re not harming anyone) Then I DGAF WHAT YOU HAVE TO SAY ON YOUR WAY OUT THE DIGITAL DOOR! Keep your “well actually’s” to yourself, I DGAF. Trust me I have a TON of friends IN REAL LIFE and a few thousand “associates” IN REAL LIFE. And if I’m that in need of a conversation I will go for a walk and make a new friend. Being unfollowed on an app I shouldn’t be spending time on in the first place doesn’t bother me one bit. I’m just here to get off a few bars, see what a my friends and see what a few IG hunnies aren’t wearing and what these chefs are cooking and BOUNCE! I refuse to let y’all ruin another summer and not hear about your selfish selves. So as the legend Yasin Bey FKA Mos Def said: “have the STFU ceviche and keep it moving” FACTUAL AF! 🎯🎯💯💯 #lol #funny #lmao #lmfao #haha #hahaha #meme #memes #funnymemes #funnyshit #funnymeme #funnyposts #funnypics #funnypictures #lolmemes #justsaying #justsayin #hilarious #hilariousmemes #hehe #laugh #laughter #laughing #humor #humor😂 #facts #textme #text #facetime #yesisaidit https://www.instagram.com/p/CRkOJ12L_5h/?utm_medium=tumblr

#lol #funny #lmao #lmfao #haha #hahaha #meme #memes #funnymemes #funnyshit #funnymeme #funnyposts #funnypics #funnypictures #lolmemes #justsaying #justsayin #hilarious #hilariousmemes #hehe #laugh #laughter #laughing #humor #humor😂 #facts #textme #text #facetime #yesisaidit

[silverlightqueen]

Ruin My Life

Based on Ruin My Life by Zara Larsson

RML masterlist

(fratboy!Jimin bc I’m a slut for douchey Jimin🤷🏽‍♀️) - smut, flirty banter, angst and fluff to come

Word Count - 8.7k+

Summary - After an eventful afternoon in the library and an unexpected reunion, you end up sending a text that you might regret...

Warnings - v v smutty!!! dom!Jimin, daddy kink, oral, dirty talking, intercourse, spanking, thigh riding, a lil bit of everything ig

a/n: so this went in a very different direction than I intended it to when I started writing it lol, but I actually like the plot twist so here ya go. also, this is definitely going to be a series and hopefully I’ll be uploading part 2 very soon bc I've already started on it lmao. Please tell me what y’all think, I’d love to get some feedback💕

Edit: Part 2 is out now, link in my masterlist💕

I love university. Everything about it. My course is super interesting and there’s never a moment when I think I’d rather be doing a different course. My lecturers are super cool and understanding, all of them young, so they know what we’re going through, and considerate. My friends and roommate are all amazing people and they’ll never give me a chance to be sad or bored, always on hand to cheer me up and take me out. The parties are always so much fun and I’m lucky enough to have never had a bad experience with a drunk and horny boy, or a group of bitchy girls. So yes, unlike some others around here, I love university with my whole heart and soul. I’m one of those annoying people who shows up to early morning lectures with a coordinated and pristine outfit, a full face of makeup and perfect hair, my laptop and matching stationery ready, as well as a Starbucks and breakfast. I wake up happy in the mornings and go to sleep happy at night. And this isn’t one of those stories where I’m going to rattle on about how much I love university and then say that there’s one exception to the rule. No, definitely not. This is a slightly different story. Because I was pondering how much I love university whilst sat at a desk in the library, book in hand, both headphones in, just as something happened which would cause a chain of events which would in turn change my view on my university for the rest of my life. Maybe even ruin my life as it is, for better and for worse.

Someone leans against the desk beside me and pulls out one headphone, Drake being cut off mid-rap, and I look up, expecting it to be my roommate, Mija, or one of my other friends, but instead, it’s a surprise, and not exactly a nice one. ‘Hello, darling,’ Kim Taehyung says, looking down at me with a small smirk. He’s dressed in the school’s football kit, shorts to his knees, and a loose t-shirt, and he holds his varsity jacket over his shoulder. I sigh, knowing that this probably won’t end well. ‘My name isn’t darling,’ I say quietly, but he reacts to the words like I shouted them in his face, flinching slightly. ‘Well, obviously, y/n,’ he chuckles, saying it with emphasis as a way to prove that he knows my name, and I raise an eyebrow. ‘Can I help you, Taehyung?’ I ask, putting my book down and leaning back in my seat, knowing he isn’t going to leave easily. ‘Yes, actually, babe. I wanted to ask something of you,’ he says, his jawline clenched once the words leave his mouth, and I roll my eyes. ‘Ask it then, and I’ll see if it’s worth my time,’ I say, and his lips quirk up in amusement.

Now, I feel like I should explain something. I’m not a bitch, okay? I’m super nice. I’m one of those girls that gets along with everyone, little kids, old people and everyone in between. I could get along with a brick wall if I had to. I’m sociable, kind and easy to talk to. But frat boys… frat boys are the one exception. I’m lucky enough to not have to see them most of the time, my schedule conflicting with theirs, and we don’t really run in the same social circles. But Taehyung and his friends, I’d been unfortunate enough to encounter them a few times more than I would ever want to. Not direct encounters, though. Through my friends, and their heartbreaks, one-night stands, rejections and short relationships with the boys. I’d had to wipe away their tears, console them and spend nights chatting shit about the boys more times that I can count. It had become tiring to say the least. So, please, forgive me for the way I’m speaking to Taehyung, because he deserves it.

‘Let me take you out?’ he asks, and my lips curl up into a grin. ‘Ah, you and your stupid friends are really not as funny as you seem to think you are. Is this a bet, or a dare? Or are you getting something for it? Money, maybe? If you are, I’ll say yes, and I get half,’ I say, and he looks surprised, trying to keep up with my words. ‘Wait, what? This isn’t a dare, and it’s not for money,’ he says, and I raise an eyebrow. ‘So, it’s a bet then?’ I ask, and he shakes his head hastily. ‘Can’t a guy ask a girl out for the sake of it?’ he asks, tilting his head in a way he must think is endearing. It is, to be honest, but I wouldn’t admit it to him in a million years; he already knows how intimidatingly handsome he is. ‘What makes you want to ask me out? What’s special about me?’ I challenge. ‘Of course you’re special, baby,’ he says, mistaking me trying to catch him out as insecurity. The way the words roll of his tongue with such ease tell me he’s said them many times before, and it makes me even more annoyed. ‘I know I’m special, dumbass, way too special to be dealing with this right now. I wanna know what you think is so special about me to ask me out,’ I explain exasperatedly. ‘You’re, like, clever, and stuff. And you’re pretty,’ he says with a grin, thinking he’s done well. ‘I’m clever, pretty, and stuff?’ I ask deadpan, and he nods proudly. ‘Wow, thanks!’ I say sarcastically, and then he seems to clock that I’m not too impressed with his observations. ‘To save myself from any more of the bullshit that has been nonstop exiting your mouth for the past minute, I’m going to ask you to leave now,’ I say, and I hear choked laughter from behind me. I don’t bother to turn and look, knowing that it’s probably his stupid friends, and continue staring at Taehyung, waiting for him to leave. ‘I’ll see you around, y/n,’ he grins, strutting away. I roll my eyes, putting my headphone back in and getting back to work, incorrect in thinking that that was the end of it. Only a few minutes later, and I have another visitor.

‘I guess my desk is the place to be this afternoon, huh?’ I ask as I pull out a headphone, looking up to see Hoseok smirking down at me, dressed in the same kit as Tae, his varsity jacket on instead. ‘It’s not because of the desk, though,’ he says, and I nearly laugh out loud. ‘Can I help you, Hobi? Because I have loads of work to do,’ I sigh tiredly. ‘Fuck the work, do me instead,’ he says with a grin, and I choke. ‘Wow, you’re… straightforward, I’ll give you that. But you do know that no girl with more than one braincell would ever be flattered or turned on after being spoken to like that?’ I reply with a raised eyebrow. ‘And you’ve got more than one braincell, have you, y/n?’ he asks, a mischievous grin playing at his lips. ‘Yes, more than can be said for you and your friends. Now whatever stupid game it is that you guys are playing, give it up and leave me alone. I’m busy,’ I say in annoyance. ‘Too busy for me? Don’t hurt me, y/n,’ he says, his mouth constantly stretched into that stupidly handsome smile. ‘Even if I’m watching paint dry, I’m still too busy for you,’ I say, and he clutches his heart dramatically. ‘How can you hurt me this way, babe?’ he says, and I roll my eyes. ‘Leave, Hobi, I’m not dealing with your stupidity anymore,’ I say, putting my headphone back in, not waiting to see if he’s left or not. I’m lucky to be left in peace for a few minutes, until another of their stupid friends bothers me.

‘Oh, this had better be good,’ I say, putting my book down again, looking up to see Jungkook smiling his annoyingly cute bunny smile at me, his jacket tied around his small waist. ‘Trust me, baby, if it’s to do with me, it will be,’ he says confidently, my eyebrow quirking up. ‘Arrogance? Not the best way to seduce a girl,’ I say. ‘Who says I’m trying to seduce you?’ he asks, trying not to grin, and I laugh. ‘Don’t be silly, Jeon.’ ‘Who’s the arrogant one now?’ he says, and I give an impressed nod. ‘Touché. So, what have you come over here to ask me to do? Are you gonna beat around the bush like Tae and ask me out on a date, or are you gonna get straight to the point like Hobi and tell me to do you?’ I ask, and I can see him try not to laugh. ‘How about I take you out and then you do me? Or rather, I do you?’ he suggests, and I nod as I digest his words, trying not to let the way his words affect me show. ‘What a… tempting offer. But no, thank you, I have much more important things to do,’ I say, and he pouts at me. ‘More important than me? I didn’t think it was possible,’ he says ponderingly, and I hold back a laugh. ‘God, you’re annoying. You must be insane if you think you have any importance in my life,’ I say, and he hisses, pretending to be hurt. ‘Ouch. Come on, noona, you know you find me attractive,’ he says, and I laugh aloud. ‘What’s the game? Is it a bet to see who can get me on a date?’ I ask, and he raises an eyebrow. ‘You’re clever,’ he says, revealing it straight away. ‘I am, but even someone with your IQ could figure that out after having three morons from the same friendship group come up to you in the space of twenty minutes,’ I say. ‘I’ll have you know my IQ is higher than average. 128, to be precise,’ he says, and I raise an eyebrow at his IQ being mere points off mine. ’28? Sounds about right,’ I say, and he laughs a genuine laugh. ‘You’re a funny girl, y/n. I’m actually genuinely asking you out now, not because of the dare,’ he says, and I grin, amused. ‘Maybe some other time, Kook, when I’m not so busy,’ I say, taking pity on the boy before scrawling down my number on a piece of paper. ‘Don’t hit me up if you want your dick sucked, that’s not what this is for. Send me your name so I have your number, and I’ll let you know when I’m free if I don’t change my mind,’ I say, and he grins victoriously as he takes it from me, the boys behind causing a ruckus. ‘Can I have a kiss for the road?’ he asks, a cheeky smile on his annoyingly cute face, and I laugh. ‘Run along, Jeon,’ I say, and he does so, leaving me laughing to myself.

Only a few minutes later, someone takes a seat opposite me, and I supress a sigh. ‘I’m not gonna fuck around like those kids, I’m gonna get straight to it. Let me take you out,’ Seokjin says once I’ve taken out a headphone, and I raise an eyebrow at his straightforward statement. ‘Well, what a way to woo a girl, Jin. God knows how you’ve managed to get so many girls into your bed,’ I say, and he gives me a smile, staggeringly handsome with his dark hair hanging over onto his forehead, his kit the same as the other boys. ‘I get into theirs, they don’t get into mine. Imagine the germs. I’d let you, though, babe,’ he smiles, and my heart jumps. ‘Thank you, I’m flattered, but I’d rather not step foot anywhere other than the downstairs of your frat house for as long as I live,’ I say, and he laughs his endearingly loud laugh, sounding distinctly like a windshield wiper. ‘I don’t mind coming to yours,’ he offers. ‘So you took that obvious rejection as an offer to come to my apartment? God, you frat boys really are dense, huh?’ I say, and he raises an eyebrow. ‘So you don’t want me?’ he asks. ‘No, Seokjin, I don’t.’ ‘You gave your number to Jungkook,’ he points out, and I raise an eyebrow. ‘He wore me down. And he’s cute, I guess,’ I admit, and Jin gives me a sceptical look. ‘So I’m not cute?’ ‘No, you aren’t cute, and you know that that’s not an appropriate word to describe you at all,’ I say, the subliminal message obvious to him. ‘So you find me attractive, then?’ he asks. ‘So is this about getting validation or about asking me out? Because it’s sure seeming like the former,’ I say. ‘I don’t need validation, babe, I know I’m handsome. I just want to know how you feel about me,’ he says, tilting his head to the side inquisitively. ‘I think you’re handsome, but I don’t have any kind of emotional or physical attraction to you in the slightest, Jin. My apologies but go find a girl who will fawn over you like you want her to,’ I say, and he laughs. ‘Fair enough, I gave it a try, I guess,’ he says, getting up. ‘And it was a good one at that,’ I say, taking pity on him, and putting a sympathetic hand on his forearm, and the boys start to pipe up behind me. ‘See you later, Y/N,’ he says, and I smile at him.

Next, I have someone filling the seat beside me, and I roll my eyes, knowing this stupid roleplay is unavoidable. ‘Hey, y/n,’ I hear once I’ve removed my headphone, and the voice brings a smile to my face. Perhaps the only one I actually like out of them all. ‘Hey, Joon,’ I say, with a wide smile, hearing the boys whispering once more. ‘I… I’m sorry, this is so dumb,’ he says with a shake of his head, and I laugh. ‘It’s okay. I guess it’s kind of brought me some entertainment for this afternoon,’ I say. ‘It was a stupid bet to see if any of us would actually be able to get you to agree to going out with us,’ he says. ‘Where did it come from though? Why did it even come up into conversation?’ I ask, curious, the handsome man rolling his eyes. ‘We were supposed to have a meeting with the Dean of the school in here, something about the frat, but she had to reschedule, and we ended up staying in here because we had nothing else to do. Then Tae spotted you, and asked when you got so hot, and I said you’ve always been hot, because you have, and then one thing led to another, and Tae bet he could get you to go out with him, so all the rest of us bet too, because we’re mindlessly competitive morons,’ he explains, and I crack up at his last few words. ‘Well,’ I say in a low voice, smiling gently as I lean closer to him and place a hand onto his chest for effect, ‘you can go back and tell them that I said I’d definitely go out with you, and I said I’d take you home too, because we really are due a catch-up, and we haven’t binged a series since freshman year.’ He grins at my physical deception to the boys, my words about reconnecting as friends conflicting greatly with my actions, and brushes a piece of hair behind my ear. ‘I’ll text you soon,’ he says, getting up, and I smile at him. ‘Please do,’ I say, the boys reacting far too loudly for the library.

And then I get another visitor ten minutes later. ‘I’m gonna cut to the chase. What’s it gonna take for you to give me your number just so I can shut the boys up?’ Yoongi asks me, and I let out a laugh. ‘You need to convince me,’ I reply as he takes the seat beside me. ‘What did Namjoon and Jungkook do? Did they bribe you?’ he asks, his big brown eyes dancing as he grins mischievously. ‘No, neither of them bribed me. They used their natural charm,’ I say, and he grimaces. ‘I don’t have any of that so would you take a bribe?’ he asks, and I laugh again. ‘You are charming, and witty,’ I say, and he raises his eyebrows. ‘Why does it sound like you’re trying to get my number?’ he asks, and again, he has me laughing, effortlessly funny. ‘Aw, Yoongi, you’re funny. But no, I don’t take bribes,’ I say, and he fake scowls. ‘Not money? Or food?’ he asks, and I contemplate this for a moment. ‘Yeah, probably,’ I say, and he grins the most adorable gummy smile I’ve seen in my life. ‘Okay, I’ll buy you takeout of your choice on any given night. Just text me and I’ll order it to your apartment,’ he says, and I consider his offer. ‘I’ll one-up you; I’m gonna have Joon over soon for a day of binge-watching Netflix. You can come too as long as you bring snacks and then order dinner,’ I bargain, and he nods, ‘Deal.’ ‘Perfect. Let me put my number in your phone and then text me later,’ I say, and he hands me his phone with a smug look at the boys. They let out outraged noises as I put my number in his phone, trying not to laugh as I see the librarian stomping over in their direction. ‘Thanks, y/n, you’re a real one,’ he says, and I grin, shaking my head as he walks away. But the last visitor I get, around twenty minutes later, is definitely the most… unwelcome.

‘Hey, princess. Long time, no see,’ he says after plucking out a headphone, and his voice sends a chill through me. Okay, so maybe I lied when I said I hadn’t directly encountered any of them. One of them may or may not be an ex-fuck buddy (I hate that phrase but it’s the best way to describe it, because we definitely weren’t friends with benefits). It’d been a low point in my university life, when I’d broken up with a long-term boyfriend and wanted to go crazy for a little, and I guess that’s what I ended up doing. Or rather, who I ended up doing. No one other than my roommate knows about our fling, as far as I’m aware, and it’d ended after a few months. We haven’t spoken since, and every time I’ve seen him in real life, I’ve practically run in the other direction to avoid him. It’s not that we ended on bad terms; it’s just… awkward. And now, here he is. Sat on the desk beside me, looking as handsome as ever in his football kit, his thick thighs and strong arms straining against the material, his varsity jacket tied low on his hips. He runs a hand through his newly dyed dirty blond locks, smirking as he watches my eyes travel over his body.

‘Hey, Jimin,’ I reply, not really knowing what else to say. ‘That’s not what you used to call me,’ he says with a smirk, looking down at me with sparkling eyes. ‘It’s what I called you when we were around other people,’ I point out, and he grins widely, his pearly whites out on display. ‘How have you been, princess? I’ve missed you,’ he pouts, and I roll my eyes, trying to act like his nickname for me doesn’t affect me in the slightest. ‘I really doubt that, Jimin. Did you even have enough time in your… busy schedule to miss me?’ I ask with a raised eyebrow, his grin becoming even wider. ‘Now, babe, don’t get jealous. You know that when I was with you, I was with only you, no one else. So, don’t act like the scorned woman,’ he reprimands me, running a hand through his hair again, and I roll my eyes once more. ‘What a privilege,’ I say sarcastically, and he shakes his head at me. ‘Look how you treat me. After everything we went through together,’ he says. ‘The only thing we went through together was a jumbo pack of condoms,’ I say, and he bursts out laughing. ‘I forgot how funny you are, babe,’ he says, and I try not to smile at seeing him look so happy. ‘Listen, don’t be mad at me for moving on. As much as I hate to bring it up, you’re the one that ended things with me, though only God knows why. We were good together, right?’ he asks, and I nod, knowing he’s right; we were. ‘So why did you end it?’ he asks, and I sigh. ‘Do you really wanna know, Jimin?’ I ask, and he nods, watching me interestedly. ‘Because I started to catch feelings for you,’ I admit, watching his face for any kind of reaction, but he doesn’t show any sign of emotion, his face not changing in the slightest. ‘And?’ he asks after a few seconds, hand sweeping through his hair again. ‘Two reasons. One, I’d just gotten out of a relationship, and wasn’t looking to get into another one. Two, you weren’t, and still aren’t, the type of guy to even want a relationship, so there was no point continuing what we had, because I would’ve fallen for you more and more, and it wouldn’t have gone anywhere,’ I say, and he raises an eyebrow. ‘Because you know me so well?’ he asks, and I nod with a small smile. ‘I knew you better than you thought I did,’ I say, and he nods, digesting my words.

‘Well, what do you say we give us a go again, Y/N?’ he asks seriously, and I nearly choke. ‘What, like… do what we used to do?’ I ask, and he nods with a small smile, running a hand through his hair. God, it’s so sexy when he does that. ‘Obviously. Not a relationship, you said it yourself, you know I’m not that guy. Unless you’re gonna go catching feelings again,’ he says, and I scoff. ‘Don’t flatter yourself. I’ve matured. Just as much as you’ve become more of a douche,’ I say, and he holds his chest in mock pain. ‘Ouch, princess, you really know how to hurt me, huh?’ he jokes, and I stick my tongue out at him. ‘Thanks for trying to pimp yourself out to me, Jimin, but no, thank you. I’ve passed that stage in my life,’ I say, putting on a snooty voice, and he pulls a face at me, scrunching up his nose adorably. ‘Come on, princess, for old times’ sake. Just one more time. Then I’ll leave you alone,’ he says, and I shake my head. ‘Can’t you go ask some naïve freshman who doesn’t know you well and will think she’s ‘oh-so special’?’ I say, and he laughs. ‘Princess, you were the naïve freshman at one point, remember?’ he says. ‘We were sophomores,’ I point out. ‘Regardless. Nothing like a one-last-time fuck, huh?’ he says, his casual way with words igniting something long forgotten inside me.

‘Go ask someone else, Jimin,’ I say, looking away from him, knowing if he doesn’t leave soon, I won’t be able to resist him much longer. ‘Don’t you understand, y/n? I’m asking you because I want it to be you. I don’t just want any old sex, I want good sex, and, as much as this is majorly wounding my pride to admit this to you, you are the best I’ve had,’ he says, his tone honest and shameless, and my eyes widen. ‘Seriously? I’m the best? Out of like the other 200 girls you’ve fucked?’ ‘Hey! Don’t downplay me, more like 300,’ he jokes, and I try to hold back a laugh. ‘You’re probably a walking STD,’ I say with a disgusted shake of my head, and he lets out a small laugh. ‘Fine, y/n, but you have my number still, right? You know where I am if you need me,’ he says, getting up. But he hesitates before leaving. ‘I really did mean it when I said I missed you, princess,’ he says, our eyes locked together as he runs a hand through his soft locks, and I look away, embarrassed. He leaves then, and all I can think is, I missed you too.

And it is that thought, resounding in my mind all afternoon, for the rest of my stay in the library, on my way home, during movie night with my roommate, that leads me to do what I nearly do. My fingers ghosting over the screen of my phone, hovering over the send button, I look up at the screen briefly. ‘I can’t believe the main character died already. Her death was so sad,’ my roommate, Mija, says. ‘I know,’ I reply half-heartedly, looking back at my phone. ‘You bitch! You really haven’t paid attention at all! The main character hasn’t died! And he’s a guy!’ she shouts, hitting me repeatedly with a pillow. ‘Ow, Mija! I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Just stop! Mija!’ I shriek, the other girl finally giving up. ‘Right, explain. Why have you been staring at your phone for the past hour?’ she asks. I give in instantly, telling her of the events of the library, specifically my conversation with Jimin, and she gives me the perfect reactions, gasping and laughing in all the right places. She really is the best person to tell stories to. Once I’m done, she stares at me. ‘What are you waiting for then?’ she asks, and I stare stupidly at her, confused. ‘What?’ ‘Message him, you idiot!’ ‘Oh! Yeah, but what if I catch feelings again? He basically said today that he is not up for a relationship,’ I say. ‘So, fuck him once last time, and be done with it,’ she says. ‘You think?’ I say. ‘I know! He told you you’re the best sex he’s ever had, you dumb bitch! For Park Jimin to say that, it must’ve been fucking good, so don’t let that opportunity go to waste,’ she says. ‘Okay, okay, stop cussing me out!’ I say in mock hurt, and she rolls her eyes. ‘Text him, you moron. I’m gonna go see our neighbours, and you’d better put on that brand-new Agent Provocateur set we bought together,’ she says threateningly, jumping up from the sofa and leaving in her pyjamas, phone and popcorn in hand, before I can even say anything. I grab my phone and send the text before I psych myself out. I quickly put my phone on speaker for once and then begin to clean up the living room. I get a text back around a minute later and I practically pounce at my phone. The text I see simultaneously makes me roll my eyes and smile, before I lock my phone and rush around tidying. Then I quickly slip out of my comfies and into a black lingerie set; bra, pants, suspenders, lace, sheer, straps, the whole shebang.  I quickly tidy my room too, and then take a seat on the couch again, acting all calm and collected, flicking through the music channels on the TV impatiently.

Only sixteen minutes after I sent the text, I hear a knock at the door and wait until he knocks again before getting up to answer the door. I pull it open slightly, looking through the small gap, his dark eyes meeting mine. He looks positively delectable, dressed in a pair of light blue distressed jeans with rips that reveal strong thighs, and a white t-shirt with the word ‘Lovers’ printed across the front in black writing, a fitted black leather jacket over the top. A silver earring dangles from his left ear, a silver hoop in the other, and his hair is parted just slightly off-centre, a small strip of his forehead exposed.  ‘I hate it when you leave me waiting. I nearly ran a guy over driving here, and this is what I get in return?’ he growls, only half-hearted annoyance behind the words, and I pull the door completely open, letting him in. ‘Wow,’ he says, stopping in his tracks in the doorway, his eyes raking over my body shamelessly, ‘all this for me, princess?’ I smile coyly, shy under his burning gaze, and brush a lock of hair behind my ear. ‘All for you, Jimin,’ I say, and he takes a step into the room, throwing the door closed with a thud.

He practically throws himself at me, his hands gripping at my waist as his lips find my neck. ‘Now, now, princess, that’s not what you call me when we’re alone, is it?’ he murmurs against my skin, the feel of him touching me again nearly making me melt in his arms. ‘No, daddy,’ I breathe out, and he exhales shakily, his lips pulling and biting at the tender skin below my jaw. ‘Fuck, it’s been so long,’ he whispers, his hands snaking around my thighs, pulling me upwards. I get the hint, jumping up and wrapping my legs around his waist, my actions a result of muscle memory, and he walks towards my bedroom, his lips still working on my neck. He kicks the door open, the loud noise making me jump, and he lets out a gentle laugh at my reaction, before he virtually throws me down onto the bed. He climbs over me, his toned body hovering over my smaller frame, and he stares down at me. ‘God, I’ve missed you,’ he whispers before pressing his lips to mine, our bodies fitting together perfectly.

He parts his lips and I follow suit, his tongue easily sliding into my mouth to meet mine, and the way our mouths work together in perfect harmony brings memories of long nights past rushing back. The hand that isn’t holding him up grazes up and down my side as my hands grip his back, feeling the soft leather against my skin. I tangle my fingers into his soft hair, the locks sliding between them like silk, and pull on it, feeling him groan into my mouth. Our kiss becomes more heated and passionate, all dancing tongues and clashing teeth. The taste of mint and something distinctly Jimin has me wanting more. I didn’t realise how much I missed the feeling of him, and I relish every moment that his hand digs into my waist and his mouth works against mine. I pull his plump lower lip between my teeth before running my tongue over it, and he groans again, the sound heavenly. He rolls us over, so I lay atop him, and both of his hands furiously explore my body, tracing the curves of my back, waist and hips, and gripping onto my ass tightly. My hands rest on either side of his face, our lips still attached, my hair falling around us like a curtain. ‘Princess,’ he breathes out against my lips, and I pull away by a millimetre, our noses touching, the tiniest distance between our lips. ‘As much as I’m enjoying catching up, I’m getting impatient,’ Jimin says, grinding up against me, the hardening bulge in his tight jeans brushing against my stomach, and I let out a tiny whimper. ‘You like the feel of that, princess? I’m so hard, just for you,’ he whispers against my ear, grinding up against me again. I try to palm him through his jeans, and he slaps my hand away instantly, a dark glint appearing in his eyes.

‘Off,’ he instructs, and I climb off him, watching as he sits up, moving to the edge of the bed, his feet planted firmly on the floor. He pats his lap and I already know what’s coming. ‘Why, daddy? Haven’t I been a good girl?’ I ask, pouting at him with big eyes, and he lets out a harsh laugh, repeating the action again. I reluctantly bend over his lap, my ass up in the air, as he chuckles. ‘Good girl? You think you’ve been a good girl?’ he asks, and I nod. His hand lands on my ass without any warning, the slap hard and stinging, and I supress the yelp that nearly leaves my mouth, knowing it’ll only get me more. ‘That is for not replying to any of my texts or calls,’ he spits out before his hand lands another slap on my ass, even harder this time. ‘That is for avoiding me around campus and at parties.’ Another slap, painfully harsh, bringing tears to my eyes, slick beginning to pool in my black lace pants. ‘That is for flirting with all my friends at said parties, where you knew I could see you.’ Another slap, harsher again, causing me to lurch forward on his lap. ‘That is for giving Jungkook, Namjoon and Yoongi your number.’ ‘Namjoon already had my number!’ I say indignantly, and he slaps my ass harder than any of the previous slaps, causing the tears to spill over, my cheeks stinging and red. I’ll probably have bruises the shape of his hand tomorrow. ‘You never know when to keep your mouth shut, princess,’ he says, his hand landing against my ass again, a loud clap resounding against the room, and I can feel heat rushing to my core. ‘And that one is for how you’ve gotten even sexier over the past two years,’ he says before pulling me up off his lap and pushing me back down onto the bed.

He hovers over me again, pressing his lips against where the tears spilled over onto my face. ‘You are a good girl for me, princess. You always take your punishments so well. I just missed leaving bruises on this perfect ass,’ he murmurs against my face, his kind words making my heart warm. ‘Thank you, daddy,’ I whisper in reply, feeling him tense against me. ‘Such a good girl. My princess deserves a reward, right? You deserve a reward, don’t you, baby girl?’ he asks, and I nod, my bottom lip between my teeth. He ducks his head suddenly, his lips appearing at my jaw, slowly travelling down my neck to my collarbones, leaving blooming bruises in his wake, wanting to mark me as his. When he reaches the black lace of my bra, he lets out a deep breath. ‘You look so sexy in this,’ he says, looking up at me through his dirty blond locks. ‘Don’t rip it off, please, daddy, it was expensive,’ I say gently, and he chuckles. ‘I’ll buy you a new one, princess,’ he says, and I pout at him, not wanting it to go to waste after only wearing it once. ‘Fine,’ he huffs in mock annoyance, his hands snaking under my torso to unclip the clasp of my bra expertly. He pulls it off me, throwing it over his shoulder, and I shiver at the cold air hitting my newly exposed breasts, my nipples already hardening. Jimin exhales deeply, his breath hitting my chest, and I whimper at the feeling, watching him grin before ducking his head to wrap his lips around one nipple. His hand tugs and toys with the other nipple whilst his mouth pulls and sucks on the first, the sensations making me whine. I wrap my hands into his hair as he moves his mouth the other nipple, doing the same, making me numb. He moves further down my body, his lips pressing kisses down my stomach until he reaches the hem of my pants. With a roll of his eyes, he pulls my pants swiftly down my legs rather than ripping them off me like he used to, discarding them on the floor too, leaving me completely naked beneath him. ‘So fucking beautiful,’ he whispers, spreading my legs slowly.

‘God, I forgot how wet you get. Has anyone else managed to get you this wet, princess?’ he asks, and the question embarrasses me. The truth is that no one has. No one has ever pleased me the way Jimin used to. He grew to know my body well, knowing exactly what got me going and what I liked. It’s slightly humiliating how quickly Jimin can get me to my climax. ‘I asked you a question, princess. Has anyone else gotten you this wet?’ he asks, teeth gritted, fingers pressing into my waist. Jimin is all about validation, I’ve learned to realise. Praising him makes him feel fantastic, and when he feels fantastic, he makes me feel fantastic. ‘No, daddy, only you,’ I reply, a grin splitting his face before he ducks between my legs. He blows hot air out over my core, and I let out a small whimper. ‘Please, daddy,’ I say, unable to stop the words slipping out of my mouth, and ready myself for a reprimanding. ‘So needy, princess,’ he chuckles, surprising me by fulfilling my wishes, licking a stripe across my slit. ‘Tastes so good, princess,’ he praises as I let out a small moan, my feet curling up against the soft sheets. He licks at my core slowly, tongue lapping up my slit languorously, dipping his muscle in between my folds every few seconds, the process sending mind-numbing shocks through me. Without warning, he attaches his lips to my clit, sucking and tugging on the bundle of nerves, and I throw my head back onto the pillow, my back arching up. ‘Stay still, princess,’ he warns me, the vibration of his words against my heat having me shivering as one arm comes up to hold my hips down against the bed. His other hand comes up to between my legs and he slowly pushes one finger into my core, working his way in. ‘So tight, baby girl, am I not turning you on enough?’ he asks, and I know this question’s rhetorical, moaning out as he plunges another finger in, trying to open me up a little more. ‘I’m not gonna get my cock in at this rate, princess,’ he says, still with his lips wrapped around my clit, his two fingers slowly pumping in and out of me.

He gradually increases his pace, adding another finger in after a few moments, his mouth still working wonders at my clit. After a while, I can feel my orgasm building up, the moans falling more frequently from my mouth, Jimin only increasing his pace more and more, until his fingers pump in and out furiously fast, his tongue licking up and down my slit before pulling on my clit with his lips. My hands, threaded into his soft locks, pull him closer and closer to my core, and I can feel myself fast approaching the edge. He curls his fingers inside me, hitting that a particular spot, and I let out a loud whine. ‘Shit, Jimin, right there,’ I moan, and he stops his movements. I look down at him, already feeling my orgasm diminishing, and he stares back harshly. ‘What did you call me, princess?’ he asks sternly, and I pout. ‘Sorry, daddy, I forgot. It just felt so good,’ I reply, and a tender smile slips onto his face. ‘It’s okay, baby girl, you can say my name if you want,’ he allows before he goes back to his previous ministrations, and I feel myself tumbling towards the edge. ‘Come on, princess, you’re so close,’ he whispers, and I finally reach my orgasm when he curls his fingers and pulls on my clit at the exact same moment. ‘Fuck, Jimin!’ I cry out, back arching off the bed as my release washes over me.

Once I’ve come down from my high, Jimin licks up my release before he climbs off me, standing up beside the bed. He holds out his fingers to me, and I open my mouth, tasting myself on his digits, licking them clean. He slips off his socks and shoes as I take deep breaths, recovering, and he watches me fondly. Shakily, I push myself up, kneeling at the edge of the bed to help him undress. He shrugs off his jacket and then pulls his t-shirt over his head, throwing it onto the floor as I unbutton his jeans, tugging them down his legs, leaving him in a pair of plain black boxers, his bulge straining against the material. He watches as I run my hands over his chest, the muscles more prominent than they used to be, his skin more tanned now too. I bring my lips up to his collarbone, kissing and sucking to leave a mark of my own, threading my hands into the hair at the nape of his neck. ‘Princess, as much as I’m enjoying this, I really need you,’ he says breathlessly, obviously trying not to let out any noises, and I pull away from his skin. ‘Okay, daddy,’ I reply, pulling his boxers down just enough to let his hard length spring up against his stomach. He’s longer than I remember, thicker too, and his head is painfully swollen, the tip leaking precum. My mouth waters at the sight. I press a kiss to his tip, my tongue sliding out between my lips to lick up his precum, and he lets out an audible breath. I move back, spitting on my hands and running them up and down his length slowly, Jimin’s hands coming to gather up my hair and hold it back. I place my tongue at the base, licking up to his tip against the vein on the underside of his cock, feeling him tense as I do so. I take his head into my mouth, swirling my tongue around him, my hands rubbing him slowly. I look up at him through my lashes as I take him further into my mouth, feeling him hit the back of my throat, and his head falls back, a moan falling from his lips, the sound rushing straight to my core.

I build up my pace, steadily bobbing my head up and down, taking him as far in as I can, trying not to gag around him. ‘Fuck, princess, your mouth feels so good around my cock,’ he groans, saliva dripping down my chin and my eyes watering, not to mention the pain from how hard he’s tugging on my hair, but hearing the moans from him makes it all worth it. Just as I manage to adjust to him in my mouth, nearly backing down my throat, he becomes impatient. He begins thrusting into my mouth, controlling my head movements with the hand he has fisted in my hair, and all I can do is grab onto the back of his thighs as he fucks my mouth. ‘Ah, you’re such a good girl, princess. You make daddy feel so good, y/n. Taking my cock so well,’ he groans, and I moan at his words, the vibrations only making him thrust faster. The tears stream down my face, saliva now dripping all the way down my neck and chest, and I begin rubbing at my clit, already wet again. His thrusts into my mouth become messier and I know he’s nearing his edge, the moans and groans of my name becoming more and more frequent. I feel his cock twitch inside my mouth, ready for the hot cum that hits the back of my throat. ‘Shit, y/n,’ he moans, his head thrown back as he continues thrusting into me, filling my mouth with his release. Once he’s done, he pulls out of my mouth, his cum mingling with my saliva.

He looks down at me, my hair a tangled mess, my eyes streaming, spit and cum dripping down my face, fingers rubbing at my clit. I look up at him, hair pasted to his forehead with perspiration, chest heaving, lips swollen and shining. I swallow down what’s in my mouth as he collects up the liquid from my face and neck, his fingers entering my mouth. I lick them clean of all release again, still rubbing at myself, and I moan around his fingers, watching his eyes darken. ‘Already turned on, princess? You only orgasmed a few minutes ago! You always have been a greedy girl,’ he scolds, moving my pillows out of the way and sitting at the top of the bed, resting his back against the headboard. He pulls me up towards him and I think he’s going to want me to ride him, so when I try to straddle him, he shakes his head with a chuckle. He lifts me up and puts me down on his leg, my legs straddling his thigh, and he holds onto my waist. ‘You want me to ride your thigh, daddy?’ I ask gently, looking at him through my lashes, and he nods with a low groan, leaning forward to press his lips to mine. I can taste myself in his mouth, and I know it’s the same for him, our tongues and teeth clashing as his hands trail down to my ass, giving it a light slap before gripping it tightly. He flexes his thigh beneath my heat and I moan into his mouth, feeling him grin against mine before pulling away.

I begin grinding down on his strong thigh, holding on to his shoulders for support, and his mouth comes to my breasts. He begins licking and sucking on my nipples again and the feeling distracts me. It’s only after a little while that we both realised that I’ve stopped, and he flexes his thigh beneath me. ‘Jimin!’ I cry out, my head falling back as a result of the pleasure coursing through my veins, and he smirks. ‘Move, princess,’ he commands, and I slowly begin rocking down onto his bare thigh, the friction against my heat making me moan, Jimin watching me intently. ‘God, I can feel how wet you are. Gushing all over my thigh, princess. Such a dirty girl,’ Jimin breathes out, eyes on me as I grind down on his thigh. He grabs onto my waist, increasing my pace, and I moan out his name, the motion sending my mind into overdrive. ‘Look at you, grinding on my thigh like that, so beautiful,’ he groans out, licking his lips. Jimin’s eyes don’t leave me for a second and I know exactly what’s running through his mind; smugness and desire at the sight of me getting myself off on his thigh. ‘Fuck, Jimin, you feel so good, daddy,’ I whimper, looking down at his thigh to see it coated with my slick. ‘Be a good girl, y/n, work hard on daddy’s thigh, and I might just fuck you senseless afterwards,’ he whispers, and I let out a moan at his dirty words, a reminder of how vast and vibrant his vocabulary used to be. His length is already hard again, precum leaking from the tip, and I swipe a finger to collect it all up. The action catches him off-guard and he moans out, his head falling back and his thigh flexing, causing me to moan out his name. ‘Come on, princess, I know you’re near,’ Jimin urges, flexing and bucking up his thigh, the moans falling from my lips in rapid succession as I hurtle towards my climax. My orgasm finally washes over me and my back arches before I fall forward, my head buried in his neck, his scent of an expensive aftershave that I recognise from two years ago, his fresh soap and, again, something that just belongs to him, and him only, just something Jimin, floods my senses. He continues rocking me on his thigh until I’ve come down from my high.

‘I don’t think there’s anything more beautiful than the sight of you cumming on my thigh, princess. I wish I could imprint it in my mind,’ Jimin breathes out, lifting me off his thigh and laying me down on the bed, hovering over me. ‘Do you still keep your condoms in the same place?’ he asks, eyes flitting over to my bedside drawers, and I smile up at him. ‘I’m on the pill,’ I say, and he raises an eyebrow. ‘You’ve always been on the pill. Doesn’t mean we shouldn’t take precautions. I don’t want you pregnant,’ he says, and I roll my eyes. ‘Yes, I keep them in the same place,’ I sigh, and he grins, reaching over to the drawer and pulling one out. He hands it to me, shutting the drawer as I rip it open, sliding the rubber onto his length gently, hearing him hiss at the feeling. ‘Ready?’ he asks as I wrap my legs around his waist, and I nod, ‘Yes, daddy.’ He plunges into me, filling me up to the hilt, and my head drops back on to the pillow, Jimin’s head falling onto my shoulder. ‘Fuck, you’re so tight, princess, why don’t you ever loosen up? I won’t be able to last long,’ he groans, and I know it’s a lie, knowing Jimin will keep going for as long as it takes me to cum before he does, his stamina something inhuman. ‘Can I move?’ he asks. ‘Please, daddy,’ I moan, and he pulls all the way out, leaving me empty, before he slams all the way back in, hips snapping up against mine. ‘Fuck, daddy, you feel so good,’ I moan out, and he groans, setting a steady pace, his hips rocking up to meet mine. ‘Deeper, Jimin, harder,’ I moan and, after a few more thrusts, he gets impatient and unhooks one of my legs from around his waist, moving it to stretch up over his shoulder instead, slamming into me harder. ‘Daddy, oh, god, yes!’ I scream as he goes deeper than I thought possible, leaving me feeling completely and utterly full. He slams into me again and again, hitting the spongy spot deep inside me repeatedly, having me screaming. ‘Yes, fuck, Jimin, feels so good!’ I cry out as he begins rubbing at my clit. ‘That’s it, princess, scream my name. Let everyone know who’s making you feel so good,’ he urges, groaning and grunting as he thrusts into me at a fast pace, his thumb rubbing furiously at my clit. ‘Jimin, fuck!’ I scream out, my orgasm washing over me without a single ounce of warning from my body, having me quivering and convulsing under him. ‘Ah, fuck, princess, I’m gonna cum, fuck!’ Jimin moans, his thrusts slowing completely as he cums into the condom, his fingers still working on my clit. ‘Stop, Jimin,’ I say, slapping his hand away when the overstimulation kicks in.

Obligingly, Jimin pulls out of me, standing up and pulling off his condom, throwing it into the bin in the corner of my room. I slowly rise up from the bed, shakily walking over to my bathroom to go for a wee (no UTIs here, thank you very much), and when I go back into my room, Jimin’s redressing, beginning to pull his jeans on. ‘What are you doing?’ I ask, and he looks at me dumbfounded. ‘Um, I’m getting dressed,’ he says, his tone indicating how obvious it is. ‘I know that, I mean why,’ I say impatiently. ‘So I don’t show up to the frat house naked,’ he says in the same tone, and I roll my eyes. ‘Stay the night. It’s late, why would you go back home now?’ I ask, and he grins at me. ‘You sure, princess?’ he asks, and I nod exasperatedly. ‘Don’t make me regret offering,’ I say, picking up his t-shirt from the floor and pulling it on before grabbing a clean pair of pants from my wardrobe, pulling those on to. When I turn to face Jimin again, he’s lying in the bed, just in his boxers, watching me with a small smile. ‘You look so good in that shirt,’ he compliments as I climb into the bed beside him, taking a sip from the bottle of water sat on my windowsill. ‘How do you want me?’ I ask, and he smirks at me. ‘Another round already, princess?’ he asks, and I sigh tiredly. ‘You know what I mean,’ I say, and he chuckles. ‘I wanna spoon you,’ he says shamelessly, and I turn away from him, lying down. He lies down beside me, snaking his arms around my waist and pulling me closer to him so my back presses against his chest, my head tucked beneath his chin. ‘Goodnight, princess,’ he says tiredly. ‘Goodnight, Jimin,’ I reply, already drifting off to sleep, feeling so safe and comfortable in his arms.

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[problematicwelshman]

dab anon here - I saw the replies to that tweet you posted earlier and they're so disgusting and delusional. Man, when did you post hate about Michael's kid???? You literally were actually worried bc something could've gone wrong, soo??? Also some of those "theories" actually make sense. Besides, everyone has an opinion??? Either their reading comprehension skills are nonexistent or they want to hate you just for breathing... what the fuck?! Anyway, just keep up the good work! I'm proud of you.

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Heyyyyy my buddy old pal! Your anon wasn’t on anon so I’m re-posting the text like this so your identity is protected. I hope that’s cool. 

You saw that too, huh? I just laughed. Their claims are so far off base about me it’s WILD. I guess reading opinions and statements they disagree with is considered “hate,” but then we’ve ALL seen the kind of stuff they send me on anon which is ACTUAL hate where they’re calling me names, making generalized assumptions/assassinations of my character, and can’t construct a sentence without an expletive or conduct themselves with any iota of integrity, respect, or intellect. 

It’s one thing to discuss or have opinions about gossip that exists already and it’s a totally completely different thing to create gossip with the intent to harm. What we do here is have opinions about things we’ve seen/read/heard that already exists. Hell, even people present us with other facts and receipts sometimes to refute what’s been said and I take it ALL in to consideration and have even changed my own opinions just from what other people have brought to the table. It’s having an open mind and being receptive that sets us apart from twitter. What they do there is the complete opposite. They find things here to spin out of context with the intent to cause some kind of “harm” or inflict “punishment” and spread it around their group and without context, people just take it at face value and don’t draw their own conclusions because it’s already been set up in a way that influences a negative response. It’s a literal mob mentality. They’re also not receptive to what I have to say or any facts. Every time I’ve questioned them in response to their anons they don’t answer and just spin it as me deflecting. I can’t have a healthy argument or productive discussion with people who outright refuse to to be receptive to what I have to say. Screaming at a brick wall does nothing so I’ve given up trying. 

Another one that made me laugh was that apparently I tried to break in to a group chat? That’s news to me. You can’t really break in to a group chat if someone adds you to it, js. Not that it matters. But maybe learn how twitter works before you throw around statements like that otherwise you’re just making yourself look like a fool. 

They also said I accused fans of sleeping with Michael which they took so out of context from a joke where I said we *all* would if given the chance. But I guess everything is a personal attack against them specifically. They always try to flatter themselves with what I say but ig that’s what happens when you’re a bunch of attention-seekers. Everything is always about THEM. 

[rowdy-revenant]

The Beauty of a Beast - part 5

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Becky Rosen (briefly), Y/N Singer, Gabriel, Castiel, Balthazar, Chuck, Jack, Charlie, Crowley - future pairing of Gabriel x reader

Words: 1500+

Beta-reader: @nobodys-baby-now

Warnings: Bi!Dean (if you consider that a warning), arguing

Chapter summary: Sam tries to cheer up his rejected brother. Planning dinner doesn’t work out very well at the castle.

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4]

[General masterlist] [Gabriel masterlist]

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Part 5 - Taverns and Tea

Business at the Roadhouse tavern was like it always was; busy. Dean Winchester sat in his usual fur covered chair, facing the fireplace. His brother brought another round of drinks for the both of them and set them on a table before Dean.

Dean downed another pint. “What’s the point.” He muttered. “I keep pursuing Y/N and every time they shoot me down.”

“So maybe stop pursuing them?” Sam offered.

The older Winchester glared at his brother.

“Look, Dean, it’s not the end of the world. You can get any girl- or guy, for that matter- in town you want!”

“Yeah, but I don’t want anyone else!” Dean huffed. The hunter was too stubborn to let the one that got away go.

“Dean, please. Come on, Benny Lafitte’s single, right?” Sam said.

“I’m not dating someone taller than me.” Dean grumbled.

“What about Jo Harvelle?” Sam offered.

“Talks too much.” Dean scoffed.

“Gadreel? The librarian?”

“He’s a nerd.”

“Becky Rosen?”

“More like clingy.”

“Garth Fitzgerald’s a nice guy.”

“He’s always too happy.”

“Rowena?”

“You’re joking. Why can’t Y/N just like me?” Dean whined.

Sam sighed. “Don’t put yourself down like this, Dean.”

“If I’m not good enough for them, I’m not good enough at all.” Dean concluded, turning his green eyes to the ground and pouting like a child.

Sam sat next to Dean. He looked up at the mantle and the wall behind it. Countless animal heads decorated the tavern but this section? This was all the Winchesters’. Scratch that, it was all Dean’s. All Sam did during hunts was chase the prey for Dean to wear it out before his brother got the final shot, and all the credit. Sam always felt proud of his brother, though there was always a hint of jealousy.

“Everyone here wishes they were you. Your skills, your good looks…” Sam would add ‘your brains’ but his brother wasn’t exactly the sharpest arrow in the quiver. “Your reputation…” He added. “Everybody in town either wants to be with you or to be you.”

Dean just grunted as a reply.

“Tell me again how you got that one.” Sam said, pointing to the stuffed head of a bear.

A faint smile crept across Dean’s face. “Took me three whole days. I sprained my ankle in the process, but still managed to catch it.”

A couple people grouped around Dean as he told the tale.

“It got caught in a trap I had laid out by the river, so I caught up to it and BANG!” Dean shouted. “Killed it in one shot.”

Becky, a blonde who was arguably Dean’s biggest fan clapped as he finished the story. Dean gestured for her to come closer, so she did, sitting on the arm of the armchair, leaning towards her crush.

“Oh Dean,” Becky sighed. “You’re sooo manly.”

The elder brother grinned and flexed. “I work out, you know. I bet I could lift Sam.”

“Really?” She gasped.

Sam grimaced. “Please don’t. We’ll take your word for it.”

Dean laughed. “Scared I’m right, Sammy?”

Dean went on telling hunting stories about his prowess. He was skilled, that was true, but his ego and stubbornness often got him in trouble, so Sam was the one who had to pull him out of it. Of course, the favour was never returned.

Sam was always there for his brother. He supported him and helped him with hunts or picking up flings. The thing was, he didn’t have the courage to get in Dean’s way when things got out of hand.

If Sam had Dean’s courage, or Dean had Sam’s intellect, things would probably turn out different for the brothers.

A loud knock at your door woke you. You sat up and yawned, surprised for a second by the unfamiliar surroundings. You weren’t home, you remembered.

Your room in this castle had to be the size of your house in the village. The four poster bed was soft and big. The walls were painted elegantly, rather than plain brick. Everything was so much bigger, so much more expensive. Not to mention the wardrobe was alive too.

There was another knock. “Dinner. Now. Join me.” The Beast growled from outside.

“Ask nicely.” Castiel chided.

“And smile!” Balthazar added.

The Beast bared his fangs in what vaguely resembled a smile.

Balthazar winced. “We’ll work on that.”

“Now ask again,” Chuck said. “Nicely.”

The Beast huffed and faced the door again. “Would you join me for dinner?” He asked in a softer, but still demanding voice.

You wanted to scream. “Join you? You treat me like garbage and you want me to eat dinner with you?!” You yelled.

The feathers of the Beast wings bristled, and his chest rose and fell heavily as his breathing quickened.

The servants picked up quickly on his anger. Castiel was the first to try and calm him down. “Easy now-”

The Beast raised his fist and slammed it against the door. “YOU WILL JOIN ME FOR DINNER AND THAT’S NOT A REQUEST!” He roared.

“NO!” You yelled back, twisting the lock on the door handle and dragging a chair in front of it. You didn’t want to see his ugly face again if you could help it.

“Fine!” The Beast sneered. “GO AHEAD AND STARVE! If you don’t eat with me, you don’t eat at all!”

“Fine!” You replied.

The Beast turned and stormed off down the hall, slashing a wall in anger as he went.

Balthazar looked at his friends. “Staff meeting.”

Balthazar stood on the round table, tapping his arm against a glass to get everyone’s attention.

“Hello, everyone.” Balthazar started. “Well, everyone who could be here.”

“I can tell dad!” A teacup piped up.

“Hush, Jack. Later.” Castiel replied.

“So, we have a guest. Someone from the village named Y/N.” Balthazar continued. “As you know, we don’t have a lot of time left. If things work out, Y/N could be the one. We’ll all return to normal.”

“That’s a great plan and all, but what if it doesn’t work?” Charlie, a former maid turned cardinal-shaped feather-duster asked.

“We have to try.” Chuck said.

The group murmured in agreement.

“So, the master has forbidden Y/N to eat dinner with him after his temper tantrum. Of course, we can’t have that.” Balthazar retold. “Gabriel will be asleep in his quarters soon enough. We’ll make a second dinner.”

“Castiel, Jack, bring some tea upstairs for our guest. Tell Y/N and Crowley of the plan. Charlie, tell Lucifer to wait in the dining room. The rest of us will cook and set up.” Chuck gave the orders.

Cas nodded as best as a teapot could nod. “Come along, Jack.”

Jack skipped across the table to join his uncle. “Charlie, tell dad I say hi!”

Charlie smiled. “Will do, kiddo.”

“So, can I ask why you’re a wardrobe?” You inquired.

Crowley hummed, thinking. “Suppose the one who cursed us had a sense of humour. I was a tailor.”

“Huh. Interesting.” You replied.

“And you?” Crowley asked. “What do you do?”

“I help- or helped my father with his work.” You explained. “He makes things like clocks and music boxes.”

A tap at the door ended your quiet conversation.

Your voice wavered as you spoke. “Go away.”

“It’s Castiel.” Was the muffled reply.

“The master doesn’t knock that softly.” Crowley chuckled. “Let him in.”

You moved the chair away from your door and unlocked it. When you opened the door, a trolley with a tea set was before you.

“You must be Castiel.” You said, wheeling the cart in.

“I am.” The teapot replied. “This,” He gestured to the teacup beside him “Is Jack.”

“Nice to meet you!” The little cup replied, its painted face grinning. He sounded young. You felt pity for this poor kid. He was probably the only one of his age in this palace.

You smiled. “Nice to meet you too.”

“We’re making you something to eat.” Castiel said.

You frowned. “I thought I wasn’t allowed to eat.”

“What the great big lummock doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” Crowley huffed. “You need to eat, love.”

“You’re not afraid of him?”

The room fell silent.

“No,” Castiel finally spoke. “He has outbursts but he’ll never hurt anyone.”

“I think the person who fears him most is himself.” Crowley mused. “Are you afraid?”

“No,” You replied. “He doesn’t scare me. He’s big and he’s cruel, but there’s… something about him. Like an animal lashing out in pain…”

You fell quiet. Could this beast have any emotion apart from anger? Why would these cursed people stand up for him? How did this happen?

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Request: Hi love! I was wondering if you could do a jealous Shawn imagine where maybe your famous too and another celebrity or something flirts with you on Instagram or comments under your pics? If that makes sense? Haha thanks!

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You hear the sound of the balcony door sliding open which interrupts the calming sounds of the breeze you have been surrounded by for several hours. Abruptly, you spin around and set your eyes on the person standing with a bright smile in front of you.

“Hey, you.” Shawn says with his arms crossed and leaning up against the red brick wall.

“Shawn!” You reply now with a wide grin on your face. You slam your laptop shut and put it down gently onto the chair that you’ve been glued to for the majority of the day.

Shawn opens his arms and you gladly fall into them, knowing that it will provide you with the feeling that you’ve been longing for all day. In 4 days it will be your 3 year anniversary of being a couple, and your 6 year anniversary of knowing each other. Shawn has always been extremely supportive of you and your career and vice versa. That’s how you both work so well together and you always will.

Ever since you were 12 years old you’ve wanted to be acting in films and musicals, and Shawn has wanted to be a musician from a similar age too. Both of your dreams came true at pretty much the same time, and within 6 months of meeting each other, which is quite convenient. You landed your first acting role in a teen TV show where you filmed most days, and Shawn signed with a record company, where he worked incredibly hard to create his first album which then topped the charts.

 Amongst all of that hectic stuff, you’ve had each other. Making the time for each other was the hardest thing ever sometimes, but it was so important to you both that you did and remained together. You loved and continue to love each other every single day deeply. Some days, you both truly believe that’s all you will ever need.

“So, do you think you’re going to audition for that new part? Is the script any good?” Shawn asks you whilst rubbing your arm and breathing in your scent. He places a tender kiss on the top of your head and you ponder your response. 

You love how the first thing he asks you about after his long day is about yours. He’s always been so interested in you and selfless - it’s just one of the many characteristics that you adore about him. Pulling out of the hug slightly, your eyes meet his and your body tingles slightly like it has done since the day you met him. “Honestly, I’m not sure if there is even any point.”

Shawn raises one eyebrow to highlight his confusion, “What do you mean? Of course there’s a point! You could get another job... what’s the movie about?” He questions curiously, whilst tucking your loose strand of hair in front of your face behind your small ear.

“Well, it’s not that I don’t want to audition for the role. It’s the opposite of that actually: I would absolutely love to! I just think that so many beautiful and talented girls are going to audition for this, so there’s statistically less than 0.1% chance that I would get the role.” You tell Shawn, feeling a bit embarrassed and fiddling with your comfy hoodie’s sleeve.

There’s a pause that you weren’t expecting, and suddenly Shawn pulls completely out of the hug and repositions his hands on your shoulders like someone would when they’re about to give their child a stern talking to. His smile never falters. 

“Are you kidding me, Y/N?” Shawn shakes his head and takes a breath, “There are always going to be people out there whom YOU think are more talented than you, prettier than you, skinnier than you, etcetera etcetera. But what you don’t realise, is that so many people out there will think differently. The casting director for that role may unintentionally sometimes have a perfect image in their head of the person they’re looking for to play the part. Those other girls can’t fit into that image every single time. One person can’t play every character, and I personally think that anyone you audition for is lucky to have you there even showing interest to make the effort to be there in the first place.”

How does he always know the right thing to say? You look at Shawn for a moment and then down at his hands on your shoulders; and then back at him, and then back at your hands on his shoulders, hoping he gets the hint that you’re wondering when he’s going to move his hands.

He lets out an outburst of laughter randomly as he realises how weird this would look to someone else watching. Shawn’s about a head taller than you so it looks from afar like you may not be a couple, but a father and daughter. It’s quite humorous actually.

“I love you so much, and I really hope you know that.” You say lovingly and take his hand to lead him over to the comfortable chairs on the balcony of the house you share. 

You move your laptop onto the little table you have out here, and then both sit down heavily and lie back in your seats. He’s had a bit of a longer day than you have being at the studio and all, but Shawn doesn’t care or acknowledge that. Both of you love simply being in each other’s company and chilling out together to destress and forget the world for a while.

A vibration in your pocket makes you get your phone out and check your texts briefly, before then going on Instagram and liking lots of your friends’ posts. Then you make the decision to quickly choose one of your latest selfies, post it and then turn your phone off straight away to get back to relaxing.

Shawn’s phone buzzes when you post it, “Oh I forgot that you have my post notifications on!” You exclaim loudly as you watch him blush.

“Come on, Y/N! I know you have mine on too.” He replies chuckling and his eyes wide in judgement. He gets his phone out too and clicks on the notification from your post. Shawn likes the photo without any hesitation with a small smirk on his face, “You look really hot in this photo wow, Y/N.”

He looks up at you and smiles, triggering the blush across your cheeks he knew fully well that he would cause. You see him typing a comment on your post; thinking carefully about what he should put because he knows that all of your fans collectively will see it. Shawn’s not the kind of guy to comment cringey things that would make you internally vomit, and you’re secretly really happy about that. Watching Shawn closely, you suddenly see him post the comment and then begin to scroll through other comments on the photo.

Swiftly, you grab your phone and go to your notifications to see exactly what he commented on your post, “Aww, Shawn, you’re too sweet.” It says simply, “Wow.”

When he doesn’t reply and is still looking far too engrossed in his phone, you reach over and tap him on the shoulder. “Huh? Sorry, I was too distracted reading BROOKLYN BECKHAM’s comment on your photo.” Shawn says pointing at it in a harsh motion, clearly very shocked and not sure how to react to this.

“It’s literally been posted for 2 minutes how has he seen it already?” You ask Shawn as a rhetorical question, as you’re just as confused as he is. Probably a lot more actually. Brooklyn Beckham? What? You look closer at the comment – “😍😍 omg” 

Shawn shakes his head, “I don’t know, Y/N. But all I can say is that it’s weird to me that he would comment on your picture at all, let alone that, and after only a few minutes. He knows we’re together right? Do you like him? Have you met him before?” Shawn asks you, talking a little bit too fast for it to be casual.

You laugh a bit to yourself, and then instantly regret it when you see the serious expression on Shawn’s face intensify. You squeeze his shoulder, “Babe, I have absolutely no idea why he would comment that on my photo, and I also have no intention of finding out why I promise you. It’s just a compliment that’s all. I’m sure he knows that we’re together, and no I’ve never met him before so I definitely don’t ‘like him’ in that way if that’s what you mean. I’m pretty positive that he means no harm doing that and he’s just being kind, okay?”

 Shawn looks away from you and back down at his phone, and you lean in to kiss him softly on the cheek, “Sorry I guess I am overreacting a little, aren’t I?” He says quietly.

“Just a tad.” You reply with a grin.

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Undercover Part 2 (Alex x Reader)

Summary: Alex has made it home and all too soon it’s time to return. On his final day of freedom, he runs into a familiar face that can make everything worthwhile again. (Originally requested by: @fandomsinthegalaxies)

AN: Anon requested a part 2 so I made one. It’s not my best but I figured you guys should have something whilst I’m on a mild hiatus. Undercover is my most popular post with over a hundred notes and I can’t thank you guys enough so I hope you like this addition!

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 It was his last day before going back. The rain was thrashing down; the beach was devoid of life. Alex was mostly unaffected by the weather, his fast pace unrelenting. He wanted to take a break from all the reminders of the war but it was so hard to avoid everything. He’d ended up on a boardwalk for Christ’s sake.

 His arms hugged his coat to him, the tails of it blustering in the wind. He didn’t have an umbrella or a hat or a scarf. The drops trickled down his neck but his body was too numb with the cold to even shiver. It was still better than moping about in his room, driving him to punch the four walls down to escape and run. Hence why he was now taking a very long and very wet walk.

 A hand appeared on his shoulder and pulled him aside to a café’s outside seating area. His yells of confrontation caught up in his throat as he came face to face with his captor.

 “Hello.”

 Y/N smiled up at him. It was a soft barely there smile but she wore it wonderfully well on her face streaked with raindrops. She still had the standard haircut of a soldier but it was parted differently, styled to somehow look a little more feminine. Her dress was hidden under a thick green pea coat.

 Again, Alex tried to fathom something suave and charming to ask her. But his brain was still frozen with the weather.

 “How are you?” Nice, he thought sarcastically, How are you, fellow survivor of the war?

 Y/N didn’t mind his lack of eloquence - same old Alex with the sea green eyes. “I’m better. Yourself?”

 “Yeah, same. Uh, what are you doing here?”

 Y/N gestured through the café they were next to, “Got here a day before my train. Figured I’d poke about for a bit before heading back.”

 “Oh, when do you go back?” A flicker of the Y/N from the trawler flashed across her face before she composed herself again. She coughed before replying.

 “Tomorrow.”

 “Same; you going back undercover?” Alex felt liked he should stop talking in general, the topic subtly making Y/N uncomfortable, but he had to know.

 “I’m already undercover,” Y/N pointed up. Alex saw that they were stood under a parasol hence why the rain had stopped.

 “Very funny,” He nodded with a weary smile, glad that she wasn’t visibly angry or upset about him bringing up the war. Surely they were both just trying to forget about it for a few moments before returning.

 “Let’s not talk about that anyway.” Alex nodded in agreement then felt the pregnant silence settle in as the rain eased off.

 “What do we talk about then?” He said thickly.

 Y/N pulled out of her pocket a translucent bag of pennies, “Fancy heading to the arcade with me?”

      After using the slot machines, the one-armed bandit and the mutoscope, the pair left the arcade with emptier pockets and raised spirits. They’d talked about everything and yet nothing, their time filled with endless nattering that meant fuck all about themselves but everything to the other. The rain had stopped temporarily so they took the opportunity to head to the pier which had a funfair. People were in desperate need of distraction and Alex and Y/N were no different.

 They each won a teddy bear for the other: Alex on the hook a duck and Y/N on darts. Declaring her love for “Bartholomew”, Y/N pocketed the little green bear - the same shade as her coat - that was no bigger than her fist. Alex sheilded his “Dorothy” in his pocket as Y/N paid for their candy floss, leaving them with two pennies left. They savoured the sweet pink fluff, laughing when the wind caught a trail of it and stuck it to their cheeks.

 Their gander came to a close at a well built of bricks covered in moss. A feeling of dread settled in Alex as he realised their time was coming to a close and all he could think of was what happened on the train to Woking. He didn’t feel Y/N press one of the last two pennies into his hand.

 “You’re supposed to make a wish,” Y/N took her lip between her teeth, mulling over what to spend her wish on before flicking her penny into the air and landing it with a hollow plink in the well. Alex struggled to find a single wish to spend his penny on.

 Then one was clear. He dropped the coin down the well for it to join the others, his face screwed up in concentration. He heard the telltale plink then another then a series. The rain had started again; it was dissolving the remnants of candyfloss still on the sticks.

 “Did you wish for rain?” Y/N said light-heartedly, tilting her head back into the splashes on her face.

 “No, I wished I could kiss you.”

 Thrown off by this, Y/N took a long time to respond, her head still leaning back. Finally, she looked down at him.

 “Well, now it won’t come true because you told someone what you’re wish was.”

 Alex nodded, his lips pressed tightly together as he turned to look down the well. That was clearly a no. He swallowed thickly, trying not to cry. The rain matched his mood. He’d completely messed up their last happy day before -

 “But it’s a good thing I don’t really believe in those things.”

  Alex was flummoxed as he wiped his face, so flummoxed he couldn’t form even the stupidest of questions. He just stayed staring into the well, trying to figure out what she meant.

 Seeing his tensed-up body, Y/N stepped next to him, her hand coming to rest on his, “I was teasing, Alex. I want to kiss you.” Suddenly the rain didn’t bother Alex so much. He looked up at her, disbelief written across his expression.

 This time, she moved first. She was leaning in closer and his hunched shoulders relaxed. He could feel her breath fanning across his face and was about to close the gap when she moved away with a giggle.

 “What?” He asked, hurt stabbing his gut.

 “I just remembered: good piss,” and she burst into paroxysms of snorts. The wheeze was still there but the laugh was more uproarious than it was at Dunkirk. It made Alex feel like he was melting inside, his legs jelly beneath him. As she calmed down, her cheeks rosy, the proximity began to shrink again.

 “You’ll be happy to know that I brushed my teeth several times between now and our last meeting,” She whispered.

 “Me too,” His face broke out in a smile with hers and his eyes closed as he felt their lips brush together. A spark shot between them and they collided with the most delicious impact. His lips were sticky and sweet against hers, as were his cheeks against her hands but she didn’t mind. Rain dribbled down their faces, soaking them as they clung to one another.

 Pulling away, Alex held Y/N close to his face. It barely felt real. Knowing that regardless of this being real or not he didn’t have long with Y/N, he kissed her again but harder and holding her closer. She was warm in the bitter weather, an oasis in a desert.

 “Maybe we should get out of the rain,” She smoothed her hair out of the way, “Fancy going undercover with me?”

 “Yes,” and Alex let her lead him back towards the café. He finally had a reason to carry on through the war, just like before. And she was his reason to carry on for the rest of his life.

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A Hunter’s Life For Me

Word count: 1872

Warnings: none here

Pairing: OFC (Jules) x Dean (Don’t know to what extent yet, but yeah, that pairing)

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Chapter 2: Cold as fucking ice

“How are you doing?” Dean asked.

“Do you honestly want to know?” He seemed to think about it and glanced at his brother.

“Maybe not…” Snort. Of course he didn’t.

After leaving the house Dean had taken one look at me and my one measly bag and asked where I was going. When I said I had no idea he offered me to tag along until I figured something out. Since my life had reached rock bottom, with no visible way up, I took him up on his offer. Now I was enjoying the most awkward car ride of my life.

“So is this what you do? Just ride around in your car?”

“While the tension doesn’t always run this high, yeah, basically,” Dean answered. I looked between the brothers.

“What’s with the silence?”

“Sammy here had a problem with looking into the demon deaths.”

“What problem?”

“You really wanna do this infront of her?” Sam asked and finally turned his head to look at the two of us.

“Oh look, he speaks!” Sam’s lips tightened. I leaned back in the seat, trying to become smaller.

“We had no idea what we were getting into, Dean.”

“And what, we usually do?”

“We at least try to find out as much as we can!”

“That demon was killing people, Sam! Fast. And besides, it’s over now.”

“Yeah, well, we got lucky.” For a second it looked like Dean wanted to argue, but then it was like the air went out of him and he turned his eyes back to the road. While they still seemed nowhere near done arguing, the so-called tension in the car had eased up significantly, and I relaxed a bit.

They hadn’t told me any specific destination they had in mind, and as it didn’t matter to me where I ended up, I sat back and started fiddling with me phone. After a few hours I spoke up.

“Hey, did you guys bother checking neighbouring towns for similar deaths?”

“Not this time no,” Sam said, casting a sidelong glance at his brother. “Why?” I leaned over the front seat to show him my phone. It was an article dated about a month back, about deaths in the city just a couple of hours away from where I lived. Sam took the phone and read through the article. There wasn’t much, barely any details, but enough to make it look like demonic signs. Like it could’ve been my demon.

“What is it?” Dean asked.

“Murders in the city, about a month ago.” “How come we didn’t hear about it?”

“There’s barely anything there. In bigger cities a murder is more common than in suburbia, this was probably not big enough to get on our radar, or the police held back the story from the media.” Dean frowned.

“Why did the killings stop?”

“Well it’s not because they caught the killer,” I said, taking the phone back from Sam. “And the last one happened just before the demon possessed my mom. Could it have been the same one?” No answer.

“How many people died?” Dean asked.

“Five.” Sam and Dean exchanged a look.

“Ritualistic? It could be a witchy thing, the demon was collecting debts,” Dean suggested, his tone suddenly low.

“Yeah, but why were the next murders so close to each the first ones? Witches I get, but two covens this close together?”

“Yeah, I hear ya.”

“Wait, what about witches?” I asked. It was like they were deliberately keeping me out of the conversation. Dean looked at me in the rearview mirror.

“Hey look, no offence, but you don’t want to get into this, trust me.” “Two demons have come after me in less than two years, I’d say I’m already in it.”

“And you don’t want to leave it behind while you have the chance?”

“How? Can you tell me for sure that another one won’t show up?” He was quiet for a few moments.

“No. No, I can’t.”

“But you still want me to try?”

“I think that if you have the chance, you should take it.” Honestly, I hadn’t thought about it like that until now. In my mind, neither me or anyone around me was safe right now. Not knowing what the two demons had wanted, I had my mind set on more of them coming after me. How could I just go back to normal after that?

I decided not to answer Dean, but instead leaned back and closed my eyes. We’d been driving for hours now, and afternoon had become night. I was exhausted, and just like that, I fell asleep.

When I woke up the light outside the car had changed. It was getting brighter, and I could just make out the first rays of sunshine in the east. The car wasn’t moving anymore, so I sat up and looked around.

“Where’s Dean?” I asked Sam, who was leaning against the door with his eyes closed.

“Supply run,” he answered, not moving a muscle. The car was parked outside a gas-n-sip, and I could barely make out Dean inside the store. I opened the door and got out. Damn, it felt good to stretch my legs after being in the same awkward position so long. I moved around, trying to get the blood flowing again, and out of nowhere there was loud crash from inside the store. Then a really loud bang. Just as I turned to see what was going on Dean came bursting through the door, hauling ass to the car, the gas-n-sip clerk hot on his heels.

“Get in the car!” he yelled and threw himself in the driver’s seat. Moving as fast as I could, I practically launched myself back in the car, barely managing to close the door before Dean hit the gas and, tires squealing, raced out of the parking lot.

“What the hell happened?” Sam asked. He’d jumped to attention at the noises, but hadn’t been able to do anything before Dean got us all out of there.

“Fucking demons!” Dean cursed, and hit the steering wheel. “It didn’t actually do anything until I was at the counter, probably didn’t notice who I was until then.”

“Wait, hold up,” I said, leaning forward. “Why would a demon know who you are?”

“We have a bit of a reputation.”

“Which means…?” “We’ve ganked our fair share of demons in our life, and it’s occasionally made us hell’s most wanted. The rest of the time demons just try to kill us for fun.”

“Was that meant to be reassuring?”

“Just telling it like it is, sweetheart.”

“Uhuh.”

“So there just happened to be a demon at the gas station we decided to stop at?” Sam asked.

“Hell if I know, Sam,” Dean answered.

“Why didn’t you kill it? Or at least send it back to hell?”

“It came at me like a rabid dog, Sam. No time.” “What about the knife?”

“… I thought you had the knife.”

“I never have the knife.” Dean didn’t say anything.

“What’s a knife gonna do against a demon?” I asked.

“Special knife, it kills them,” Sam explained. “Of course it does.”

“So where are we going?”

“Kansas, sweetheart.”

“What’s in Kansas?”

“Home, for lack of a better word.” Made sense.

“What’s home for you two?”

“Boy, you sure ask a lot of questions, don’t ya?”

“Well excuse the fuck out of me for being curious. You know, you could just say you don’t want to talk.”

“She’s got spunk, I like her,” Dean said to his brother. I huffed a laugh and decided to drop it. When, if, the brothers wanted to get rid of me they could just drop me at a bus station. But I’d given it some thought, and maybe I did want to be in this. I didn’t have anything else to go back to, so why the fuck not? At least until I knew there would be no more demons after me.

The drive to Kansas took all day, and it was past four in the afternoon when we zipped past the Welcome to Kansas sign. Dean parked by a small shopping area. He turned around.

“Last stop. Where to next?” I looked out the window and saw a small bus station. It would be easy to leave this all behind, find somewhere to live, somewhere to work. Maybe find a nice guy to fall in love with. But it wasn’t what I wanted. I took a deep breath and looked at the Winchesters. That path felt like so much more. There was a reason I hadn’t run screaming when I found out my mother was a demon. There was a reason I didn’t panic when the first demon came after me. Maybe I liked the idea of this life.

“Where you’re going.” Dean looked shocked.

“Jules, this isn’t a happy life. You don’t want this.”

“How would you know, Dean?” “Because this has been my whole life! Don’t you think I’d want to settle down, maybe not risk my life every day if I could?”

“You love this life.” “How would you know, Jules?” he fired back. I smirked at him.

“Because you would’ve done it already.” Dean stuttered and turned to his brother.

“Sam!”

“What, Dean? It’s not like it’s the first time we’ve taken in a stray.” Goddamn he sounded bitter. Dean tossed his arms in the air, giving up.

“Fine!” Yay! He turned he key in the ignition and the engine roared back to life. A short while later we were going down a small road, coming up on a tall brick building. At the base of it there was a large door, and a motorcycle parked outside it. It was gorgeous, a blue Harley.

“Fuck.” Dean said under his breath as Sam tensed up beside him. And just like that, the tension was back. Dean parked the car and turned to his brother.

“Sam-”

“Shut up, Dean.” Dean actually shut up, and Sam got out of the car, closing the door behind him. Dean’s eyes followed his brother. He looked worried.

“What’s going on?” I asked.

“I’ll explain later.” Okay then. I looked out the window, seeing someone come out from behind a group of trees. It was a girl, older than me, and much more rugged looking. Another hunter? She looked wary, like she expected an attack.

“We should go.” Dean said suddenly, getting out of the car. I followed him, grabbing my bag as I went. Sam and the girl were just looking at each other.

Dean led me to a smaller door beside the big one. He unlocked it and we went inside. Had it not just been for the weird exchange outside, I would’ve been blown away by the sight that met me. It was a bunker, and it was huge. A big lit up room with a map table, and through a big doorway I could see a room lined with bookshelves. Who the hell were these guys? Dean led me downstairs and was about to say something when I interrupted him

“Who was that?”

“That,” Dean said, a weird look on his face, like he was in pain. “was Y/N.”

@carryonmyswansong

Note: Oh yeah, I’m going there. This will be a big mix of POV’s :P Also trying to work on longer chapters this time around :)

#supernatural fanfiction #supernatural fanfic #supernatural reader insert #sam winchester #dean winchester #dean winchester x oc #dean winchester x ofc #original female character #a hunter's life for me

[digitalmarketingph]

Social Media: Facebook Ads

Long as you have an existing personal Facebook account, you can generate your own Facebook Ads account. No sign up fee required. The only payment you would have to give is for the actual ads themselves. Payment would be done via credit card and will be automatically charged after the ads have completed its run.

The reason why digital ads are popular compared to other traditional advertising placements (like print, radio, TV) is because of the flexibility of budget. In print, you’d have to pay around Php 60,000 (depending on the magazine brand and the number of claimed circulations/subscribers) for a full page color spread of an ad but with no tangible data on the RoAS (Return on Ad Spend).

In digital ads like Facebook ads, you get to see how many already saw your ad and engaged on it while its running. You also get to be super flexible with spend (from Php 100 to thousands) so that small business owners get to advertise, too.

I mentioned in a previous post to not touch the “Boost” button if you’re a Facebook Page owner since it’s not practical. You’ll understand why in this post.

To begin, open the FB Ads Manager dashboard (don’t get intimidated by it, relax) and find click the Ads Manager button (top left of screen) to reveal Settings. Go to Payment Settings and encode your credit card details. The good thing about FB ads (even in Google ads) when it comes to credit card details is that once you’ve encoded it, you won’t be able to see the other sensitive details about the credit card (full cc number and CVC/CVV) to avoid “credit card theft” when you add another “admin” to your FB Ads Manager account.

Once you’ve set that up, go back to Ads Manager and click the green Create button. It’ll open up various options on your “Campaign Objective.” There are various objectives available, making FB ads truly reliable in tailor-fitting your ad needs and making ad budget spend wiser. Hover each selection and you’ll see an “i” icon you can hover on which briefly explains what each campaign objective means. Should you wish to further explore what they mean, simply Google it.

Let’s say you’re an FB Page owner without a website. What would your ideal campaign objective be? For you, ideal choices would be Brand Awareness, Reach, Engagement, Video Views, Messages, and Catalog Sales. Why? Traffic means leading to website visits, App installs mean the campaign would target users to install a mobile app, Lead Generation may capture user data but it would require a Privacy Policy page from your supposed website (and you don’t have one), Conversions are for website conversion tracking, and Store Traffic is for those with brick-and-mortar stores.

To get the most bang out of your buck, I recommend Engagement, Messages, and Catalog Sales since those campaign types would direct the FB Ad AI (Artificial Intelligence) to target users who are most likely to engage/message (which could lead to possible customers or sales for you probably). But the bidding cost for Messages and Catalog Sales would be more competitive (a.k.a. pricier) because it leads users closer to the end of the marketing/sales funnel (just Google marketing or sales funnel). When we say “bidding,” it’s the auction nature of online ads (you’re not the only one advertising here so there’s going to be “competition” for online users’ attention) but you won’t have to worry much about that long as your ad content is of quality (good textual and visual content that abides to Facebook’s ad quality rules).

Okay, let’s say you’re going to use “Engagement” as campaign objective (this means AI would target to get the most engagement out of your budget; engagement meaning clicks, reactions, and comments to your post). Once you click that, name your campaign (for data analysts, there would be a strict naming convention for this) like NewProduct_Engagement_04.13-04.18.20.1k. You could actually name it however you want/whatever works for you but if you’re running multiple ad campaigns at once, this type of campaign name works to easily understand what is inside a certain campaign once you view/go back to the Ads Manager dashboard (default view). The naming convention I chose speaks immediately what I will be promoting (New Product), the campaign objective I chose (Engagement), the campaign period (April 13 to April 18, 2020), and the budget I will allocate (1k or Php 1,000).

Click the blue Continue button and copy-paste the same name you chose to the Ad Set Name. Select your preferred targeting which you think fits your campaign perfectly. This is where you get more out of your budget compared to the simple “Boost” button. The Boost button lets you target users’ interests, age, and gender but with FB Ads Manager, you get to have detailed targeting so that you drive the correct customers to your business and have a much wiser ad spend. For an initial campaign, you may open the targeting wide and study the interested captured demographic once the campaign ends, then target that in a new campaign. But if you’re really on a tight budget, go for detailed targeting immediately.

Let’s say you’re selling a new product which is a lemon-scented dry shampoo spray priced at P195 each (excluding shipping). What would a typical customer of this product be? Male? Female? Age? Location? Status? My logic tells me it would be mostly female but I would still open it to both male and female (unless your ad material messaging would be for a specific gender only) since grooming applies to all gender types. For age, I would choose 20-40 years old since buying power for such a product type would be around that age. Yes, 18-year-olds may be able to buy it at P195 but they might probably would prefer to spend most of their allowance on milk tea and grooming basics like cologne, lip tints, powder, and so on. For location targeting, choose the ones where you can likely ship your product (like key cities). For interests, select those who are interested in grooming, hair care, hair products, beauty, beauty products, lemons, and competitive/popular brands of that product (to potentially steal customers from competition hehe). For status, you’d want to target the working class so exclude people who work for “The Krusty Krab” since these may just be fake accounts or people who may not have the buying capacity for your product (a.k.a. tambay). You may study a jejemon/fake account profile so you can exclude them in your ad targeting. Yes, some working class may still use that in their profiles but we’re working on a tight budget here, remember?

I’d also recommend excluding your FB Page followers (since they’d see this product already if they’re following your page via organic / page posting) to really target new customers (helping you increase brand awareness as well). Just go to Connections and choose exclude, then your FB page. Again, we’re trying to get more bang out of your buck here.

For placements, choose Instagram / IG as well if you have an IG account and if you’d want your ads to appear on IG as well. No extra costs here. Other way around, you may advertise purely on IG instead of FB (just deselect the FB placements).

Next, schedule the ad campaign. Be careful to choose Lifetime Budget. Also, schedule it until 11:59 pm of your end date to fully maximize the day run. You may also schedule it to run only on times you’re active on FB should you wish unless you have set a chat bot on your page to accommodate queries anytime.

Copy-paste your Campaign name to Ad Name as well. In Identity, make sure to choose your respective FB Page and IG account. Next, upload your ad material (image or video) and input the ad copy. Select a “call-to-action” button to encourage users to engage with your ad/page. Be sure to apply the 20% text rule (briefly read that here: https://blog.hubspot.com/marketing/facebook-text-overlay) and you may access the tool here: http://www.social-contests.com/check-image/

For videos, the 20% text rule applies to the thumbnail, not the overall video content.

You may also use an existing post that’s already on your FB page. Select Use Existing Post and choose from the drop down of Select Post.

If you can’t find the post in the drop down, click Enter Post ID. Go to the organic post on page and copy the long number in the URL of the post.

Click Review to briefly go over your campaign settings and see if you did it right or missed out on anything. Click Confirm once you’re all set to go. Campaign approval may either be fast or may take time. You’ll get a notification (even via email) once your campaign has been approved and is actually running.

#facebook ads #social media marketing #digital marketing #digital marketing ph #digital marketing philippines #fb ads

[myriadimagines]

Bad Liar

Marvel (The Avengers) One Shot

Characters: [FEMALE] Reader x Liz Allen + Peter Parker & Ned Leeds

Warnings: mentions of robbery and cheating

Request: “YESSS omg requests are open! May I please request a one shot for Liz Allen where the reader is spider woman but she doesn’t know and so she thinks the reader is cheating on her but it ends in fluff? Thanks so much” - anonymous

Word Count: 2,147

A/N: ahhh i'm glad you're excited !!!! and ooOOO a Liz request!! and i didn’t really have that many feelings about Liz while watching the movie but for some reason i was super excited to write this. it turned out being a lot longer than i expected, so i hope you enjoy!

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It almost made you laugh how in love you were with Liz Allen.

As you watched your girlfriend stroll towards you in the cafeteria, a smile couldn’t help but float onto your face. She waved at you from a distance, and you waved to her, beckoning for her to hurry up and come over. She laughed as she quickly jogged over, carefully balancing her tray of food.

“Hey!” she chirpily greeted you, kissing your cheek. You could see jealous stares from the tables nearby, but you shrugged it off. You knew how lucky you were to be dating with her -- at least half the school had a crush on her.

“Hey.” you grinned as she sat besides you. “About time you came; these nerds were boring me about their lego structures.”

Liz giggled as you gestured to your close friends, Peter and Ned, who were sitting opposite you. Ned rolled his eyes as Peter playfully tossed a lego brick at you, which you jerked to the side to dodge.

“I’ll have you know,” Ned lifted his chin. “We’re going to build the best Millenium Falcon lego ship that this world has ever seen!”

“Well, I’ll be excited to see it.” Liz encouraged, leaning forward and smiling at Ned.

You smiled to yourself as you could see confidence light up Ned’s eyes. Liz was always so kind hearted to everyone, you were still amazed at how the two of you were dating. You were a snarky, quiet kid who kept mostly to yourself when you weren’t hanging out with Peter and Ned.  

“Anyway,” Liz leaned her leg up against yours as she turned to face you. “You still coming over later?”

“Of course I am.” you winked at her, and she laughed.

“Alright, I have to go prepare some stuff with the Homecoming committee.” she finished off her food and reached for her bag. She leaned over to kiss your cheek again before standing. “I’ll see you after school, y/n.”

“I’ll see you after school.” you nodded excitedly, and Liz giggled as she waved goodbye.

“If you guys weren’t my friends,” Peter commented, smirking. “I’d say you guys make me sick, how in love the two of you are.”

You reached for lego brick and chucked it at Peter, who laughed as he ducked to dodge it. “You’re just jealous, Peter.”

--

You hiked your backpack further up your shoulders as you jogged out of the school doors, and smiled to yourself when you saw Liz standing at the bottom of the stairs, looking around for you as she waved goodbye to the classmates that passed her.

“Sorry to keep you waiting.” you swooped in besides her, wrapping arm around her waist. She smiled as she pulled you closer.

“I don’t mind.” Liz replied, before you leaned over to give her a quick kiss, the both of you ignoring the whistles from a rowdy group of boys nearby.

“Come on,” you held her hand and pulled her away, shooting a glare at the boys. “Let’s get out of here.”

The two of you started walking down the street, hand in hand, as she ranted about the Homecoming committee. You nodded, listening intently, as she frustratedly talked about the multiple disagreements they were having. She was gesturing wildly with her other hand, and you could see she was getting increasingly agitated.

“Hey,” you laughed, taking hold of her other hand and turning her so that she was facing you. The two of you were outside her house now, and she took a deep breath to compose herself. “Don’t stress about it too much, alright? It’s just a dance.”

“I know.” she sighed. “I just feel so much responsibility, and I just want it to go well.”

“You’re always great at organizing things, so I’m sure this dance will be spectacular.” you reassured her, and she gave you a grateful smile.

“Sorry for ranting the whole walk.” she said sheepishly. “What did you get up to today?”

“You know I don’t mind listening to you.” you laughed as the two of you headed inside. “Well-”

You were cut off by your buzzing phone in your pocket. It had been vibrating the whole walk, but you were too absorbed listening to Liz you hadn’t noticed it. You reached into the pocket of your jeans and pulled it out, and frowned.

Peter: I NEED HELP

Peter: NOW

Peter has sent you his location

“What’s wrong?” Liz leaned closer to you, trying to look at your phone. You quickly stuffed it into your pocket, but she had already seen. “Was that Peter?”

“Liz, I… uh…” you stammered, trying to think of an excuse. You hated having to do this to her -- leaving without an explanation -- but you had to. “I have to go.”

“What?” Liz jerked back, confused. She squeezed your hand, her eyes wide as she continued, “What’s going on, y/n? Why is your face all pale?”

“I’m sorry.” was all you could manage to say. You leaned over to kiss her before sprinting down the street, leaving Liz hurt and utterly confused.

--

“This better be good!” you yelled into the phone as you dumped your bag at it’s usual place behind the local cafe and pulled on your suit. “Liz is probably going to kill me when I get back.”

“Sorry,” Peter winced on the other end. “I was trying to handle it myself, but the whole thing just got worse. At least ten other guys showed up, and now it’s turned into a high speed chase. I have no freaking idea where the cops are, but I can’t do this alone.”

“Robbery?” you asked as you pulled your suit out of the bag and quickly changed, balancing the phone between your ear and shoulder.

“Yep.” Peter confirmed, and you could hear him grunting as he was probably trying to fight. “But they’re armed.”

You finally zipped your suit up and flexed your fingers. Only Peter and Ned knew your other identity: Spiderwoman. It was a long story about how you became spiderwoman, but you worked with Peter, and occasionally Tony Stark to stop crime in New York. For the longest time, you wanted to tell Liz, but you knew it would be dangerous to reveal your identity. So instead, you would be forced to come up with botched excuses and clumsy apologies every time you were forced to abruptly leave for a mission. You could tell Liz was getting impatient with you, but there was nothing you could do.

Before you turned off your phone and tossed it into your bag, you said, “I’ll be right there.”

--

You fired a final spiderweb at the group of robbers you and Peter had rounded up and tied around a lamppost. They grumbled as they attempted to wriggle away, and in response you fired another web, although you knew there was no way they’d be able to get out. Peter scrawled a note and placed it on the webs for the cops, and the both of you stepped back to catch your breaths.

“Are you still mad at me?” Peter asked as the two of you quickly escaped upon hearing sirens a few streets away. The two of you quickly climbed up a building and perched on top of the roof as you watched the cops arrive and cautiously approach the robbers. You could see one of them reading the note before some of them took our their handcuffs and began cutting the webs away, the others standing behind with their pistols raised.

“No.” you sighed, the both of you taking off your masks. “You were right -- you wouldn’t have been able to do this alone.”

“You should go back to Liz.” Peter nodded, cracking his knuckles. “I’ll stay behind in case anything else happens.”

You sighed and nodded. Your suit was connected to your phone, and you could see your notifications blowing up in the corner of your vision while your mask was on. All of them were from Liz, wondering where you were and what you were doing.

“I just feel so bad.” you mumbled. “I keep hurting her feelings, but I can’t tell her why.”

“It’s for the best, y/n.” Peter said quietly. “I’ve never told anyone, and we both know Ned only found out by accident.”

“Yeah.” you sighed, pulling your mask back on as you stood up. “Well, I hope she’s not too mad at me.”

Peter gave you a small smile as you turned around and headed back to Liz’s house.

--

You haphazardly shoved your mask into your bag as you jogged up to Liz’s house and rang the doorbell. You had just zipped up your bag when Liz’s mom answered the door, and she smiled warmly at you.

“Hello, y/n!” she smiled. “Glad you could make it. I know school projects can be a bit of a hassle.”

“School project?” you asked, confused, and Mrs. Allen laughed.

“Liz said you had a last minute school thing you had to help out with, right?” Mrs. Allen explained, and you felt even more guilty. Even when you hurt her feelings, she was still covering up for you. “She’s upstairs waiting for you.”

“Oh, Right!” you nodded quickly as Mrs. Allen stepped aside to let you in. “Thanks, Mrs. Allen.”

You quickly jogged past her and up the stairs, pausing in front of Liz’s room. You took a deep breath, before knocking on the door. You heard a meek ‘come in’, and you slowly pushed the door open. You saw Liz sitting on her bed, distractedly flipping through one of her books. She looked up at you, and you gave her an apologetic smile as you walked in and closed the door behind you.

“Hey,” you said softly, and Liz looked away. “Sorry for making you wait.”

Liz pressed her lips together and became focused on a spot on her bed, refusing to look at you. You sighed as you stood frozen by the doorway, unsure of how to make things up to her.

“Liz?” you asked, and she didn’t respond. “Liz, talk to me.”

She didn’t respond, and you sighed and turned to put your bag down.

“Are you cheating on me?” Liz suddenly blurted, and you could feel your jaw drop as you turned to face her. She hugged her knees to her chest as she looked away. “I mean, if you are, I’d rather you just tell me now instead of sneaking around.”

“Liz!” you exclaimed, finally composing yourself and rushing to her side. You sat besides her on the bed and put a hand on her back, trying to comfort her.

“You’re my girlfriend, but I barely get to spend time with you anymore.” Liz continued quietly, and you could see tears welling in her eyes. “And you spend so much time with Peter…”

“No, no, no. Babe, it’s not what it looks like.” you said frantically, placing your hands on her shoulders so she could face you. She looked up at you, almost pleading you with her eyes to prove her wrong, and you bit your lip as your brain scrambled for an excuse. You couldn’t tell her what you were really doing -- she’d be so incredibly worried, not to mention how dangerous it would be if she knew.

“Well?” Liz whispered, her voice croaking slightly.

“I love you so, so much, Liz.” you finally answered. “And I am so sorry for being such a terrible girlfriend lately, but I would never cheat on you. You know I only think of Peter as a brother, and besides, why would I want to be with anyone else when I have the most amazing girlfriend already?”

You could see Liz scanning your face, trying to judge whether or not you were telling the truth. Her eyes suddenly widened, before shyly smiling at you.

“You know,” she said. “That’s the first time you’ve told me you love me.”

You blinked a few times, before grinning. “Well, it’s about time I said it. I do love you.”

Liz smiled as you leaned in closer to her, and before you gently pressed your lips against hers, she whispered, “I love you too, y/n.”

She relaxed as you reached up to caress her face, and she shifted position to pull you closer to her. The two of you fell back onto her bed, giggling in between kisses as you ran your hands through her hair.

“You still haven’t explained to me where you’ve been.” she mumbled against your lips.

“Family emergency.” you muttered, running your hands down her waist as she snickered.

“y/n, you are such a bad liar.” she scoffed. “But I’ll forgive you. For now.”

“Thanks, babe.” you laughed as the two of you continued kissing, unaware of the suspicious red mask on the floor that had fallen out of your overturned bag.

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[mega-supernatural-writings]

Sport’s Injuries

Pairing: Reader X Draco

Word Count: 1,914

Summary: You are the Gryffindor Quidditch team captain and when the Slytherin’s crash your practice, you’re forced to scrimmage against the Slytherin’s, which leads to an accident; Draco visits you in the hospital

Warning(s): Coma and angst

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Playing quidditch was one of your favorite things about Hogwarts. Not only was it a fun escape from the stress of school, it gave you the chance to blow off some steam. You were a highly competitive Gryffindor who was friends with the Golden Trio. You were one of the chasers on the team, as well as the team captain. Being the team captain was one of your biggest accomplishments and inconveniences when you had to get onto your friends.

“Harry! What the hell is going on with you today? That’s the third time the snitch has flown right in front of your face and you haven’t caught it!” You yelled from the opposite side of the field.

You saw Harry roll his eyes in irritation at you, and you felt your heart start to race in frustration as you motioned to the team to land.

“Alright, everyone go over the newest game plan for a minute.” You sighed.

You walked over to Harry and grabbed him by the arm, taking him out of earshot of the rest of the team.

“Harry, you’re one of my best friends, but I’m still the captain of this team. So you need to tell me what’s going on before I kick you out of this practice.”

Harry looked at you like he was trying to tell whether or not you were being serious when you saw him give a disgusted look at something behind you. You turned around and saw seven green robes marching across the field to where your team was having practice. You face immediately mimicked Harry’s and you marched towards the Slytherin’s, backed by the rest of your team.

“What are you guys doing here? We’re scheduled to practice today.” You said irritably.

“Well, the Slytherin’s are actually going to be practicing right now, we got special permission from Professor Snape.” Flint sneered at you.

You rolled your eyes and said, “We have less than an hour until the end of our practice, you guys can survive that long without purposely getting in our way.”

Flint stared at you and smirked, “Fine. We each get half of the field to practice on. Gryffindor’s on the left, Slytherin’s on the right.”

You stared at Flint in disbelief and you were about to tell him how stupid of an idea that was when Draco Malfoy beat you to it by saying, “And how do you suppose each team holds their own practice with only one set of balls?”

You felt relieved that someone on the other team saw the stupidity in Flint’s plan, but you were also annoyed that it had to be Draco Malfoy who pointed it out.

Flint looked confused and when realization dawned on him he said, “Oh. Then we’ll just have a scrimmage so Gryffindor can get used to losing before the first match.”

Flint’s attitude annoyed you more than you cared to admit, but you knew that you would either have to agree or deal with the Slytherin’s intentionally messing up your teams practice.

“Fine.” You said, holding out your hand to shake Flint’s.

Draco looked at you and gave you a small smile. You were confused by this because you and Draco had never had any sort of contact with each other, besides his constant rude remarks and insults. You furrowed your brows together at Draco’s gesture and turned back towards your team.

“Alright,” you said, leading your team away from the Slytherin’s, “You all heard what’s happening. Even though this is annoying as hell, it gives us a good opportunity to see how good the Slytherin’s are.”

“Good? The only good thing about them is that their team has literally no talent.” Fred Weasley complained.

You laughed against your will and said, “Harry, do us all a favor and catch the snitch as fast as possible.”

You began walking towards the center of the field, when you looked around and caught Draco staring intently at you. He quickly averted his gaze when the two of you made eye contact. You were feeling more and more confused about what was going on with Draco. Sure you thought he was attractive, and had a tiny crush on him, but you never thought anything would ever actually happen between the two of you.

Before you knew it, the two teams were flying in the air, immediately absorbed in the game. Gryffindor got off to a quick lead when you caught the quaffle and threw it through the Slytherin’s goal post. You smiled to yourself, and quickly glanced around the field, and looked at Draco sending him a smile from being a sore winner.

You and Draco continuously sent each other snarky smiles anytime your team made a point. After you scored another point, putting Gryffindor in the lead, you turned to Draco and did a small flip in the air while he watched you, laughing at how cute he thought you were being. Your eyes lingered on him for longer than necessary when you saw his eyes get wide as he pointed behind you and yelled, “Y/N!”

You quickly turned around and saw a large ball inches from your face, but it was too late to move out of the way, and everything went black.

*Five days later*

“Hey Y/N, Madame Pomfrey says you probably can’t hear anything but just in case you can, I want you to know that Harry, Ron, and me are all here. Just try to open your eyes. I know it’s probably hard, but all you have to do is try..” Hermione’s voice sounded as though it was echoing in your head and you couldn’t quite understand what she was saying at first.

“Or maybe it might be easier to try and squeeze my hand..” Hermione pleaded. It sounded like she had been crying.

You tried to open your eyes but it felt like there were bricks on top of your eyelids that you couldn’t move. You tried to squeeze her hand to let her know that you were there and that you could hear her, but nothing happened.

“Come on Hermione, let her get some rest.” You heard Ron’s voice softy coaxing her.

Everything went black again and you couldn’t see or hear anything for what felt like hours. You were woken much later to voices coming from somewhere nearby.

“Look, I know we all hate each other but just tell Pomfrey to let me in to go see Y/N. It’s not like it affects any of you!” you heard someone say loudly. You couldn’t tell if your mind was playing tricks on you, or if it was actually Draco who said that.

“Oh really? You’ve treated all of us like crap since first year and now you want us to do you a favor? Nice try Malfoy, but it’s not going to happen.” You heard Harry say rudely.

“Please,” Draco started, sounding somewhat desperate, “she doesn’t have me listed as someone who can go see her while she’s in the hospital wing, and I have to have permission from one of you three in order to go and see her.”

“Well maybe if you didn’t insult my family every time you get the chance, I would be more willing to let you in to see her.” You heard Ron say obnoxiously.

You couldn’t see what was going on, but Harry and Ron were pushing passed Draco who was staring directly at Hermione, refusing to break eye contact with her. He took a few steps closer to her and said, “Hermione, please. I know you don’t owe me any favors, but I’ve never felt this way about anyone before, and I know she feels something for me too. Please let me go see her.” Draco had placed his hand on her shoulder, trying to convey to Hermione that he was being serious.

Harry and Ron immediately began to protest and threaten Draco, but Hermione continued starring into Draco’s eyes as she bit her lip and looked from Draco’s desperate and pleading face to your room.

“Okay,” Hermione said softly, “but if you’re just being an arse, I will punch you in the face again.” She threatened.

Draco’s face immediately lit up as he squeezed her arm and said, “Thank you.”

The next thing you knew you heard your door open and felt someone sit down next to you and place their hand on yours.

“Y/N?” Draco called softly. “Y/n, it’s Draco. They told me that you can’t talk or move or anything. I can’t believe this happened. I feel so guilty, I should have said no to practicing together, and maybe none of this would have happened. I really need you to wake up.” Draco’s voice cracked as he continued speaking. You heard him blow his nose and knew that he was crying.

“I know it’s selfish but I just really need you to wake up because I need to tell you how I feel about you. I don’t know how or when it happened, but you’ve made me feel something that I never realized was possible and I can’t even make sense of this feeling myself, but I know that I don’t ever want to stop feeling this way. So just please wake up and get better Y/N.” Draco was holding back tears throughout his entire speech, and broke down when he said your name and you had no response.

Once again everything went black, but this time you didn’t “wake up” for two more weeks.

You felt a very sharp pain in your arm and you immediately sat straight up in bed and yelled out. Your heart was racing as you looked around you anxiously and saw Madame Pomfrey, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Draco all sitting around you smiling and laughing, Hermione and Draco both had tears in their eyes.

“What the hell happened?” You asked, your voice sounded raspy from not speaking for over three weeks, and it came out as a whisper.

As everyone explained to you what had happened, you remembered everything that Draco had confessed to you, and you were dying to talk to him about it.

“Hey guys, I don’t mean to be rude, but do you mind if I talk to Draco alone?” You asked.

Everyone looked around at you and Draco but eventually agreed and left after Hermione pushed Harry and Ron out of the room.

Draco walked over to you and asked in a soft voice, “Are you okay?”

“I’m alright. I heard everything that you were saying when you were asking me to wake up.” You said nervously.

Draco’s eyes widened as he looked at you in shock and said, “Oh, I didn’t know you heard all of that. But I guess there’s no turning back now. I have feelings for you, and watching you lay here in a coma, it scared me half to death. I’ve never been more terrified in my life. I thought that I was going to lose you before I even had the chance to make you mine.”

You smiled and placed your hand on Draco’s cheek and whispered, “You have the chance right now.”

Draco placed his hand on yours and said, “Y/N, will you do me the honor of being my girlfriend and giving me chance to give you the world?”

You smiled and enthusiastically nodded your head. “I’d love that.”

Draco stared lovingly into your eyes and leaned down and planted a soft kiss on your forehead.

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Open Coffin | Chapter 04: “Recipe for Disaster”

Pairing: Kol x Reader (eventually)

Chapter Summary: A new lead brings Y/N to Charlotte where she crosses paths with two surprising people from her past

Warnings: solely focused on the sister in this chapter, typical tvd violence, harmless swearing

Word count: 3923

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New Orleans | 1913

Your footsteps echo through the dimly lit tomb at the Lafayette Cemetery, the parchment in your hand comforting your skin.

“I found it!” your voice now accompanies the echoes of your steps as you hurry inside.

“You found what?” Kol raises from the chair he has been sitting on.

“The missing ingredient.”

You unfold the piece of parchment signed with an owl sigil and place it on the table. Kol’s eyes travel along the carefully drawn line of a perfectly shaped diamond. He arches his eyebrows slightly and it seems like he recognizes this magical diamond from his witchcraft studies “Of course! The paragon diamond!”He pulls you into a hug and lifts you in the air. “You’re a genius, Y/N!”

He stops twirling after a few moments setting you down in your feet again, his face close to yours and you can swear you can see a flicker of surprise in his eyes as if he is astounded to be as near to you as he is right now. He just looks at you without saying anything or moving a muscle, before he suddenly comes closer. And closer, and closer, until he abruptly pulls away and clears his throat. “Uhm..How did you figure it out?”

“I called in a few favors and asked a very talented, yet creepy witch.” you hop on the table behind you and Kol leans on it as well.

“She’s with that secret organization of yours, right?”

“Yes.”

“Will you ever tell me who they are?” he reaches for the drawing behind him

“It´s better if you don´t know, believe me.” he nods and unfolds the paper, a smile instantly appearing on his face.

“We are actually doing this.” he looks at the drawn version of the diamond that could answer all his prayers of a dagger-free life. He looks at you and the sincere and utterly alluring smile of his makes your heart beat like a machine drum. This guy is going to be the death of you someday..

Y/N |  Present time

You wake up with a gasp, the image of Kol´s smile prominent in the back of your mind as the sound of Bon Jovi songs reach through the dark, wooden halls of your brothers - and currently your - home. Stefan probably has a party going on this early in the morning. You hesitantly roll out of bed with a loud groan, almost slipping on the sleek wooden floors. There are rugs everywhere in the house but not in your room, it is as if they want you to break your neck every morning.

None of your clothes are here obviously because being kidnapped pretty much makes it impossible to take them with you. The only thing you could wear is an old pair of jeans and an old 90´s Nirvana shirt with “Smells like Teen Spirit” written on it. You bought that particular shirt at a shop at one of the last shows you visited with Damon and you must have forgotten to take it with you after yet another fight with him. Living, or better, sleeping in the same house again will definitely result in a lot more fighting, that is for sure.

You open the door and the loud, and somewhat annoying voice of Jon Bon Jovi hits you like a brick wall. Seriously, can Stefan be any more annoying right now?

You walk down the first steps before you stare down at two dead girls at the foot of the rug-covered stairs “I love waking up to dead people in the morning.” you mutter to yourself as you casually hop over them. Once you reach the living room you are greeted with a very disturbing sight. Stefan casually hangs out on the couch with a bloody twister mat at his feet. 

“Uh-oh. Alexandra, left hand, please.” Stefan ignores you and Alexandra gives him her hand and he turns it and bites her wrist.

There are footsteps heard from behind you and you can hear Damon hopping over the girls in the same manner as you did a few seconds ago.

“Hey, the two brunettes on the staircase owe me a Persian rug.” Damon notes and stops dead in his track once he sees how Stefan is playing a very bloody and deadly version of twister.

“You mean, they owe us a Persian rug? It’s my house, too, brother.”

“A persian rug, seriously? What are we, the Kelly Family?” you shake your head at your brother’s weirdly fancy taste. What happened to them?

“So this is what Klaus had in mind when he compelled you to protect Elena?” Damon gestures towards Stefan and his questionable company.

“These ladies are helping me be all that I can be.”

You are so much more than this, little brother and you know it.

A knock on the door echoes through the halls. Damon goes and opens the front door, revealing Rebekah packed with shopping bags. “Where’s Stefan?”

“What the hell are you doing here, Rebekah?” you step in her way but she casually ignores your attempt, takes a step to her left and enters the living room.

“He left me here. My brother actually left me here.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.” Stefan raises his eyebrows “Your tone implies that I’m actually supposed to care.”

You snicker, completely agreeing with your brother’s comment. You really don´t care what happens to Rebekah. Not anymore. You used to be friends once upon a time but as always, her loyalty to Klaus doomed your friendship as time went on.

“You’re Klaus’ sister?”

“Rebekah. Pleasure, I’m sure.” she turns her head and flashes him a fake smile “Which one’s my room?”

“You’re not staying here.” Stefan shakes his head.

“Definitely not.” you add.

She then looks at Damon expecting an answer from him as well, but he remains silent.

“Rude. All of you. I’ll see to it myself.” she walks off and hurries up the stairs.

The vibrating of your phone interrupts you from going after her and kindly throw her out of the house. “Just stay the hell out of my room!”

You open the text message: We have a new location for that missing diamond of yours: 1612 Oaklawn Ave, Charlotte, NC 28216

Finally after all these years a new lead. But what about Stefan? What about your brother that has fallen into the deep end yet again? But it is the diamond you have been searching for. You cannot give away that chance. Maybe you could spare one day to retrieve the diamond and then focus on getting Stefan away from Klaus and maybe, just maybe bargain Kol´s freedom with the diamond, or simply try to finish the dagger on your own. Yes, going after the diamond sounds like the best plan for now.

“And where are you going?” Damon asks as you pass the livingroom where now only several dead girls lie on the floor with no Stefan in sight.

“Out.” you reach for the door handle but a hand pushes to door back to its usual, closed state.

“Nope. You´re not going anywhere.”

“Damon get out of my way before I have to hurt you.” you push his hand away, but he simply jams the door shut with his foot instead “ I really don’t have time for this right now.”

“How do you know Klaus?” he narrows his eyes trying to stare you down, however years of bickering and fighting made you immune to his death stare.

“Let’s just say I ran into him a long time ago, tried to put him down, failed and now he seeks revenge.” you knew that this question would come up eventually and you are surprised they did not bombard you with questions last night.

“You tried to put him down? How?”

“It doesn’t matter. It didn’t work.” you wave him off.

“Why do I feel like this is not all of the story?”

You would love to tell the entire story of how you fell in love with Klaus´s brother and how you failed to put Klaus down, but you can´t. You fear that your brothers would simply not understand. This is why you cannot reveal any details. Even if you so desperately want to.

“Because you’re paranoid, Damon. So could you kindly get the hell out of my way?” he blinks as a few moments pass and much to your surprise, he steps aside. You huff before finally opening the door. A fresh breeze comforts your face as you step outside, but the rustling of Damon putting on his jacket disrupt your short moment of bliss “What do you think you´re doing?”

“I´m coming with you.” he fumbles around in his pocket, padding the outside as well, probably looking for his car keys.

“Uhm, no? You stay here with Stefan.” Damon is about to protest but you intervene before he can do so “Damon. Stay here. Keep an eye on him and call me if things get out of hand. I´ll be back tonight, okay?”

“So that means you’re staying?” There is a certain vulnerability in his voice.

“I guess I am. For now.”

“Aw, leaving so soon?” Stefan casually leans against the doorframe, his voice dripping with sarcasm “I thought you planned on staying here to redeem my soul or something. Oh, but then again you are the cause of everything that I am. That’s why you’re here, right? To relieve your guilt?”

“No that’s not why I’m here, Stef and you know it. I am here because after all I still care.” you look over to your big brother as well “About both of you.”

“Yeah, sure. Here is the thing…if you say we mean so much to you, where were you all those years? Why didn’t you return earlier, huh?”

“You know all too well why.” you snap back before speeding away.

A few miles down the road..

Stefan is right. You are the cause of his monstrous ways. You revealed Katherine´s nature to your father and the townsfolk, resulting in your and your brothers getting shot by your father. You are the reason he has to suffer through this and that reality has not been crystal clear to you at the beginning. Or better, you tried to ignore it…

Mystic Falls 1864

It was a few weeks after your transition. Damon managed to control his hunger quite fast, whereas you struggled a lot. But Stefan could hardly control his bloodlust, and you knew that his transition not only amplified his compassion and care, it also turned him into a monster you have never seen before.

The only thing that kept you going in these hard times was knowing that you are united with your brothers. Yes, Stefan is going off the rails and Damon seems even sadder than before, but the only thing that matters is that you are together. Nothing could ever change that.

Or so you thought until Stefan greedily fed on a girl until her head fell straight off.

“No no no..-” Stefan panicked and tried to re-attach the ripped-off head while Damon only looks at his brother with disgust “I´m sorry. I´m so so sorry..”

“No, Stefan this is not your fault. If I would have kept my mouth shut, none of this would have happened.” you caress his head not realizing the heaviness of the words that just came out of your mouth.

“What?” Stefan brushes your hands off of him in a harsh manner.

Oh crap.

“Y/N what did you do..?” Damon asks.

Well, the damage is done. No reason to lie now.

“Because of your and Stefan´s obsession over Katherine I had to turn to our father. Our father, Damon. The one who locked me in the cellar for days for cleaning up both of your messes.”

They just stand there, completely still. Stefan´s eyes flicker to the dead girl at his feet and then back to you. In this mere second, he looks away, his eyes completely changed. He now looks at you as if you were a complete stranger. Damon, on the other hand, is clenching his fist and you know all too well he is furious with you “You..You turned us into this?”

“No Katherine did. She was the one w-”

“No, YOU did this, Y/N.” Damon cuts you off “Katherine might have fed us her blood, and father might have shot us, but you, you loaded the gun.”

“There was no other way! She consumed both of you. Who knows what could have happened.” you try to reason with him but he only stubbornly crosses his arms in front of his chest. You turn your head to your little brother, who has been awfully quiet through this. If someone understands it will be him. “Stefan, you must understand, don’t you?”

“Just leave.”

Your heart sinks into your chest once his words fall from his mouth. He wants you to leave. Your own brother wants you to leave.

“Stef…”

“Leave and don’t come back. Ever. Do you understand?”

You take a few steps towards him, but he only pushes you away from him “LEAVE!”

Y/N | Present time

The haunting thoughts and Stefan´s words stayed with you throughout your 3-hour long journey until suddenly the navigation on your phone announces that you reached the final destination; a cemetery. Why on earth would the diamond be here, in Charlotte out of all places?

You pull into the parking lot and stop your car in a spot where another car could easily park next to if you if you would not have parked it as carelessly as you did. You are definitely parking like a complete douchebag.

You open the creaky metal gate, checking your phone for the exact GPS location. It leads to an opened tomb in the middle of the cemetery. A tomb with an opened door either means someone was just buried there, or someone broke in. Either way, you need to get in there.

You hop over a short hedge and enter the already open tomb. You stop dead in your tracks once you spot another person lighting candles; Katherine

“Oh good. It’s official. I´m in hell.” You lean on the cold stone wall next to you.

“Y/N! How awful it is to see you..again.” she fakes a smile in a perfect manner. No wonder, she tends to fake every single human interaction. She mastered that craft.

“I see you haven’t lost your stalker tendencies.” you say, remembering the flash of blue you caught of her when you arrived in Chicago.

“Neither did you.” she retorts, referring to you finding her in this forsaken place. What she does not know is that you did not come here for her. But her paranoia gets the best of her as it always does.

“The hell are you doing here?” you cross your arms in front of your chest.

“I’m babysitting.” Katherine tips her head to the side and tosses her brown locks over her shoulders.

“You’re babysitting dead people in a tomb? I mean I know that you’re flying the extra batshit miles since, well, forever but that´s a little too crazy. Even for you.”

“Oh, Y/N you keep overlooking the very obvious.” she says raising an eyebrow as she gestures over to the slightly opened burial vault.

“Mikael…” you look at his desiccated face you have only seen when Kol showed you flashbacks of his childhood. But something else grasps your attention even more; a shimmering, perfectly shaped diamond lying on his feet. What on earth is it doing here? How did it get here? No one but you, Kol and…Klaus knew about its existence.

This is just great. Your nemesis, Mikael Mikaelson and you in one room. Now add the newly discovered diamond to that mix and you have the perfect recipe for disaster..

“Huh, little Y/N knows the big bad vampire vampire hunter..who would´ve thought?”

“Who put him here?”

“Klaus I presume. With the help of witches of course.” she shrugs looking at her perfectly manicured nails.

Klaus. He was the one who immobilized his father in this tomb. Does that mean he is also the one who stored the diamond here and was he bluffing back in the gym where he talked about it? Is he playing games?

“What do you plan on doing with him?”

“You´ll see. Now, why don’t you tell me why you´re here?”

You cannot tell her. Katherine is the last person that should know about that diamond. She would most likely steal it and negotiate her freedom with it, and everything you and Kol have worked for would be useless.

“Oh you know, admiring the countryside, eating cherry pie and hanging out in tombs. The usual.”

“Urgh, you always were the rustic type.” she glances over your shirt and purses her lips in disgust.

“Why, because I don´t hide under a sophisticated facade with way too thickly applied makeup?” Katherine is about to throw yet another comment in your face, as a loud gasp interrupts the both of you.

“I apologize for my outburst. It would have made more sense had you known that I’ve been denying myself human blood for as long as I can remember.” Mikael looks at you and stares for a short while before he turns his attention to Katherine “Why is it that you awoke me?”

“I thought you might know how to kill Klaus. But something tells me that I’ve been sorely misinformed.” Katherine sighs throwing her hair back onto her shoulders yet again.

“Wait..you want to kill Klaus? As in dead-dead?”

“Yes. So what?” Katherine shrugs “You’re not on his side, are you Y/N?”

Of course, you are not. But Klaus is Kol´s brother. After everything, you do not think he wants to see him dead.

“Would you mind helping me with these?” Mikael wriggles his chains “I can assure you there’s no way I can kill Klaus from beneath them.”

“Does that you mean you do know how to kill him?” Katherine smiles in victory.

“I can kill Klaus. And I will.” Katherine breaks his chains “Thank you.”

“A little blood will grease those muscles up real quick. Just saying…” you remind him, trying to get him and hopefully Katherine out of the tomb to grab that diamond.

“I don’t feed on living things.”

“Then what do you eat?” you crease your eyebrows in wonder. Mikael only smiles weakly and the next thing you know he greedily feeds on your neck. You try to get free from his grasp, but Mikael being over a thousand years old makes it impossible to move. Meanwhile, Katherine just sits back and enjoys the show instead of running, like she usually does. Your vision soon gets blurry and fades into black once again. The amount of you passing out due to a fellow vampires actions is getting ridiculous…

You wake up on the hard and cold stone floors a few minutes later, your neck already healed from Mikael’s bite. You blink a few times, your sight still blurry as you get up. Your eyes then fall upon the opened burial vault and a pressing thought comes to your mind: Where the hell is the diamond?

A few hours pass…

You smash the door shut behind you once you finally reach the Boarding House early in the morning.

“Call me if anything goes out of hand, she says. I’ll be home tonight she says.” Damon swirls his bourbon around, the lit fire of the fireplace dancing in the brown liquid “ I called you a thousand times.”

“Shut up and drink with me.” you fill yourself a glass and you sit down next to him on the couch. You hear several things falling over upstairs which indicates that Stefan is either drunk or angry. Or both.

A few moments of silence pass where you gulp drink after drink, trying to drown your failure with bourbon “It’s been like what? 20 years since we’ve hung out like that?”

He nods.“Something like that.”

“Who would’ve thought we would actually sit together without you annoying me to death like you did, especially as a kid.” you remember “Jesus, you were a nightmare.”

“Hey, I wasn’t that bad.” he counters mildly offended.

“You were the one who sabotaged anything mother had told me to take care of. You got me into so much trouble.” you huff before taking a sip from your drink.

“That´s not true. I was a shy, polite and reserved kid.”

“As if. You were and shy and reserved asshole, that´s what you were.” you point your finger at him “Remember the time where you cut the wool into pieces I used for knitting clothes for the winter? I ended up with lots of knots everywhere? Mother reminded me every single day how incapable I was.”

“I told you that wasn’t me.” Damon shrugs pledging his innocence “ We had an awful mice plague, you know?”

“Mice plague my ass.” you huff before suddenly the scene from this morning and the haunting images from the look into you past on your way to Charlotte sneak into your mind “You know, I am sorry for not telling you earlier. I should have told you that I was the one who brought father into this.”

Damon takes another gulp and remains silent for a second, staring into the distance

“I know you meant well. It´s fine.”

You are surprised by his sudden understanding, yet you cannot agree with it. “It´s not. I mean look at Stefan. I am the cause of this.“

“You are not to blame, Y/N. Katherine and Klaus are. Not you.” he looks at you, his eyes unusually kind.

“I don’t think so.” you shake your head “You heard him. He said it himself.”

“Because he is all rippery and nasty. It is not your fault.“

“But I was the cause of our transformation. If I simply wouldn’t have been the snitch, none of this would have happened.

“And we would be rotting in a grave somewhere by now. This is a better alternative.” you look at him trying to find any kind of prove he is insincere, but nothing. He actually means what he said.

Damon gets up and heads over to the table to pour himself another drink. You sense that he does not wish to talk about this topic any longer, so you decide to drop it. “So tell me, what happened today?”

“Where should I start…oh, Stefan almost burned to a crisp due to some weird ghostly interference.” Damon slams the decanter on the table, spilling bourbon on the wooden surface “The whole car was on fire.”

“Ghosts, really?” he definitely lost some screws of sanity over the years “Dude this isn’t Supernatural. Ghost can’t interact with objects, let alone set a car on fire.”

“That´s what happened.” Damon raises his eyebrows, probably doubting his sanity as well at this point.

“Glad I wasn’t here then, or I might have had to kick some ghost´s ass.” you laugh as the scene of you fighting an invisible force has you giggling.

Out of the blue, a vase shatters next to Damon, ending your giggling quite quickly “What the-” without warning, Damon gets thrown to the other end of the room and groans as he hits the ground “fuck is happening?” is all you can say before your world once again abruptly fades into black yet again.

“This is going to be fun.” the recently killed Mason Lockwood smiles, thoroughly looking forward to torturing his murderer…

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