#FUCK THE GUY WHO TOLD TO CALL AN AMBULANCE AND FUCKING LEFT

[floylia]

ELYSIAN ♫

23. A therapist? ✎

Scaramouche fears no man.

But he does fear four women.

1. Ei — his mother

2. Yae Miko — his mother’s “friend”

3. Nahida — his aunt

4. You — the highlight of his life

There’s no particular order. It depends on the day. Although tonight, that might be the case.

The bamboo pendant lamp hangs beautifully in the intricate walls if Uyuu Restaurant. An order of Tricolor Dango, Shimi Chazuke, Fukuuchi Udon, and Halvamazd scatter along the floor table. Scara settles across his mother. Yae Miko finds the spot next to her and beside him, Nahida chats away with the restaurant owner who introduces himself and the specialties he’d prepared in advance.

Four dishes for four people.

“What a funny guy! What’s his name again?” Yae Miko asks after the owner left.

“I believe it’s Okazaki Rikuto,” Nahida answers as she scans the roster of food available. Scara notices the eagerness in her eyes. Sometimes, his aunt resembles that of a child – if only she wasn’t so perceptive.

“Care to share your thoughts?” Nahida asks.

There it is – as always.

Scara clears his throat, “No. Let’s eat.”

It will have to wait.

Minutes of uncomfortable silence fills the room. A wave of anxiety begins to envelop Scara’s thoughts. Considering his intrepid personality, he’s sure that even outsiders can tell the absurdity of his actions – from fumbling his chopsticks to checking his phone every passing second. It’s a telltale sight. He curses himself.

“Whatever you wanted to discuss with us, you should do it now,” Ei states calmly. Although It’s not a suggestion, rather a demand.

Scara clears his throat a second time. There’s hesitation in his words. But stalling will get him nowhere, “I’ve been seeing someone.”

Yae Miko looks up grinning, “A therapist?”

The urge to say “fuck you” and hold up a middle finger begins to increase.

“Miko,” his mother warns. Scara can’t tell the expression Ei is wearing – he can never tell with her. He hates that. She is uncertainty, someone he’ll never fully understand.

Nahida interjects, “Is it [name]? I’ve seen articles and comments.”

Scara nods.

Always so perceptive.

Yae Miko Gasps, a hand over her mouth, “Oh the poor girl. I can’t believe she chose you.”

“Miko!” Ei screams.

A simple “fuck you” might not be enough. One more comment from the pink haired lady and they’ll have to call the ambulance – and it’s not for the right reasons.

Yae Miko looks at him with false pity, “You do know, it’s bad to lie–”

Ei cuts her off, “When can we meet her?”

Scara is caught off guard in the best way possible.

A genuine smile is written on his mother’s face – satisfaction.

“You should’ve invited her tonight,” Nahida added, “I’m a big fan of her work.”

He’s dreaming. He has to be.

“I had no faith in you,” Yae Miko says matter-of-factly.

Nevermind. He’s not dreaming.

“Look, you were a socially awkward child – a problem child, even now.”

He’s never been in a cat fight, but today might be it. Should he pull the top of her hair first or the bottom? Which one would be more efficient, he wonders. Venti would know.

“I mean Ei, do you remember the time–”

Or perhaps he should ask Heizou for blackmail materials. Then perhaps his mother would finally cut her off. Taking down the Yae Publishing House… What an exciting thought.

Scara tunes out the voice of his primary hater.

“Next time, you and [name] should visit Tenshukaku. I’d love to meet her,” his mother says in-between giggles.

“You’re not upset?” He asks, just to make sure.

Ei looks offended, “Why would I be?”

“Well–” He halts, not sure of what to say, “Because of the scandals…”

He doesn’t care about those trivial issues, but they might.

Nahida giggles, “For someone who doesn’t seem to care about people’s opinions, you sure are obedient today.“

“I just wanted to make sure.”

Ei shakes his head, “I know I never told you this, but I’ve always wanted the best for you,” She hesitates, “I apologize for making it hard for you to tell me simple things like this. I’m not a perfect mother, but I’m glad you’re sharing a part of your life with me – with us.”

He doesn’t know how to respond, merely nods.

If you were here, you would’ve loved them and they would’ve loved you.

He’s sure of that now. He’s wrong for doubting them.

“But anyway, is there something [name] would like? I can send her newly-made desserts from the shop.”

Yae Miko interjects, “Does she read light novels? I can give her a discount.”

“Or maybe she likes plants? Have you given her Padisarahs? Rainbow Roses? It’s supposed to mean passion and romantic encounters,” Nahida suggests.

Ei lights up, “Oh I know! A copy of your childhood photo album – you were an adorable kid.”

“Mom!”

“Hey, I’m sure she’d want it.”

She’s right.

Notes:

in a world where everyone is happy 😃

kept this in the basement for too long

next chapter is the last chapter then the extras

Synopsis: After 7 years of enduring the media’s relentless pursuit of painting you as a villain, you’re forced to go on an indefinite hiatus with a tainted reputation on your head. However, just when you thought your career was over, a certain 5WIRL member wants you to feature on his solo album. Surely, this won’t affect your reputation once more, would it?

Scaramouche x fem!reader

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[petew21-blog]

No way back

Richard Madden was now on top of his career. Starring in Game of Thrones and after that in many successful movies as well.

He loved his aching career and his life

Until it was taken from him. By you

You really loved him as an actor. But you fell in love with his body much more. And that's why you attacked him on the street after that play he starred in.

He put up quite a fight. But you had a knife and eventually you succeded in stabbing his shoulder. Stabbing was the crucial step to swap bodies. After that, you were now fighting your old body, that was towering over you and held a knife in your shoulder. Thank god for the police for shooting him and saving you

The ambulance took you to the hospital. He hit some of the big veins, so you were bleeding rapidly. So they had to take care of that. Some doctor stitched you up and told you you were lucky. "I know. Thank you"

You were finally left alone in your room. You went to the mirror in your gown to look at the wound and at your new self.

And there he was Richard staring back at you.

You took of the gown. Revealing the big wound and some scratches on other parts of the body.

He put up quite a big fight before you switched. If you wouldn't stab him, you'd be the one who was dead now. Not Richard.

You looked over your new shirtless body. Your hairy torso covering the muscular chest and abs. All yours now to enjoy.

Your nipples hardening at the sight of the beautiful man in front of you. And not the only thing that was hardening.

You are Richard Madden now

But the blood and scratches reminded you what you have done. That you were now in a different man's body. That you took his life and got him killed. There's no going back anymore. You can't get back to your old life, see any of your friends or your family. Or even your dog

It was all so bittersweet. Getting his body was one thing, but now you felt the guilt of it all overcoming you. You looked at yourself in the mirror and saw the teary eyes looking back. Did you screw this up?

6 months later

After dealing with the aftermath and going to therapy. You decided to quit acting for a while. You didn't even know how to act, cause Richard's memories did not stay in his body and secondly you probably wouldn't even enjoy it.

You asked for therapy after the attack a decided to pretend to have some sort of amnesia, which became an excuse for everything after that. Especially for not knowing who in Richard's life was who.

But now it didn't matters. You were in Los Angeles, Hollywood Hills. Enjoying the beautiful scenery and the sun shining on your beautiful hairy chest.

With just one bottle of water and a phone in your hand, you arrived to the place and sent the photo

"I'm here" you said out loud

From a bush, an attractive young man came out

"Holy shit, it's really you. Omg sir I have to say I am the biggest fan."

"I thought you came here to hook up"

"Yeah... right. Sorry. Sure"

You unzipped your jeans and pulled out your big dick to jerk. It was getting hard. You loved freaking out these twinks in your body. Hell, this guy's probably the same age as you were. But you're in Richard's body now, being older than him

He was shocked and just stared at you. Definitely aroused

"Are you gonna stare or take care of it?"

"I... YES! I just thought we could go somewhere private. There is a lot of rattle snakes here you know"

You came close to him. Pushing him on his knees and shoving your hard dick into his mouth

"There is only one snake you gotta be worried about right now"

You left him on the mountain. Covered in cum all over his face. You had an interview to get to. Fuck, your acting career was about to start again.

The twink caught up with you. "Can I call you? I really wanna do this again"

"Already hungry for more? This is my adress. And bring a friend"

The guilt was still deep in your heart. But moments like this definitely made it better

[doctorbitchcrxft]

Fresh Blood | Supernatural Series Rewrite | Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Warnings:

Word Count: 6382

A/N: This may be one of my favorite episodes I’ve ever written. I hope you guys love it as much as I loved writing it!!!

Also this gif i'm nutting. goodbye.

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“I’m just trying to figure out what you’re looking for here, Sam,” you explained as he paced around the room. You sat calmly on yours and Dean’s shared motel bed. 

“I thought I was pretty clear about it, (Y/N), I just want Dean to actually give a fuck about himself,” Sam continued. 

You sighed and shook your head. “You and me both. But that was not the impression you were giving either of us. I think his apology was completely warranted, and your reaction was completely dickish.” 

The brunet scoffed. “Of course, you’re on his side. Even though he’s leaving you here, to0.”

“See! That! Right there! That makes us think you want an apology from him. So are you angry at him for dying or angry at him for trying to enjoy what little he’s got left?” you replied pointedly.

Your phone rang, breaking the conversation between you and Sam. “Hello?”

“Hello, darling,” Bela cooed through the phone. “Where are you?”

“Why do you wanna know?” you asked, skeptical. 

“C’mon, I thought we established a rapport with each other. Don’t you trust me?” she replied flippantly. 

“No,” you scoffed. “So, again, why do you wanna know?”

“Was curious if you were nearby. Maybe we could have that girl talk you suggested,” she replied easily.

You still weren’t sure if you trusted her, but against your better judgment, you told her anyway. 

“That’s too bad,” she said. “Nowhere near me. Thanks anyway, love. And thank you again for saving me.” She hung up.

You pulled the phone away from your ear and stared at it questioningly. Bela had been a bit too pleasant, and something in you was screaming red flags at you. Even still, you pushed the feeling aside. 

Sam looked at you strangely. “Who was that?”

“Bela,” you replied, still slightly zoned out while the wheels in your head turned. “She asked where we were. Sure that won’t come back to bite us in the ass.”

***

The current town you were blowing through was home to a nest of vampires you were there to wipe out. It seemed like a standard hunt, but when was it ever with the Winchesters?

In front of you, Dean moved his flashlight over to a pool of blood on the ground of the dark alleyway. Worriedly, you and the brothers rushed toward the man whose blood was spilling out profusely. 

Fortunately, he was still conscious, and you immediately took the handkerchief out of your jacket pocket to start packing his wound. “Sam, call an ambulance,” you ordered.

“Where is she? Where'd she go?!” Dean questioned frantically. 

The man gestured vaguely down the alley, and the older brother set off down it. While you continued to try and stop the bleeding from the man’s bite wound and keep him conscious and calm, you heard Dean yell, “Smell that?! Come and get it!”

“Oh, Dean, you idiot,” you shook your head without stopping your work, knowing he’d done something stupid trying to get the vampire’s attention. 

“That's right. Come on. I smell good, don't I? I taste even better.”

You bit your lip at Dean’s taunting words, unfortunately being reminded of how good he did actually taste in the midst of your chaotic situation. 

“Come on! Free lunch!” your partner continued yelling. 

“Ambulance is on its way,” Sam told you. “Probably five minutes out.”

“Then we’d better be gone before they get here.” You looked down at the man. The bleeding had begun to slow, and he looked less panicked. “I don’t wanna leave you here, dude, but I’m gonna have to. You gonna be okay?”

He took the handkerchief from you and kept it firmly on his wound before offering a confused smile and a thumbs-up. 

You smiled down at him and pushed up off the floor. 

“Cutting it a little close, don’t you think?” you heard Sam telling Dean further down the alleyway. 

“What’d you do, you idiot?” you asked, strutting up to the boys. You then noticed Dean holding his neck, and his arm was bleeding. “Oh, Jesus— Dean!”

“Just chum in the water, sweetheart. Worked, didn't it?” the older brother smirked at you. He looked down at his undoubtedly pulsing arm. “Ow,” he whined.

“C’mon,” you said. “Let’s getcha back to the motel room and take the undead chick with us.”

Sam hoisted the vampire over his shoulders in a fireman’s hold. “Let’s go.”

***

The petite, blonde vampire sat in the center of the dingy room tied to a chair. The morning sun was beginning to rise, and Sam had leaned the mattresses against the windows to block anyone from seeing into the room. Meanwhile, you were helping Dean get cleaned up. 

He sat on the last unoccupied chair beside the table in the corner. You stood next to him, carefully cleaning the wound on his neck. He hissed through his teeth as you wiped around it. “Baby, if you keep flinching, it’s gonna take even longer,” you said. 

“It fuckin’ hurts,” he whined. 

“Yeah, well, it was your bright idea to let Lady Nosferatu bite you in the neck,” you replied. 

“Lady who?” he questioned. 

“Dude— nevermind,” you snickered. When you had the gauze pad secured to his still slightly bleeding neck, you moved to address his arm. You kneeled in front of him, and Dean immediately had a wide smirk on his face. 

“What?” you asked. 

“Nothin’, just… looks like you’re about to give me head,” he snickered. 

“Dean!” you squeaked, smacking the inside of his muscular, thick thigh lightly. “Sorry, Sam.”

“It’s fine!” Sam immediately responded, and his reaction told you that he simply didn’t want to acknowledge his brother’s crudeness. 

You giggled and continued your work before you scolded, “Why’d you cut your arm so deep, you dumbass? I’m gonna have to stitch it.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, next time, I’ll bring my scalpel and only cut three-fourths of an inch down,” Dean snarked. 

“That’s actually too deep,” you replied. “Dermis has the blood; only, like, three millimeters under the top layer of skin.”

“Well, excuse me, professor— Fuck!” he cursed when you stuck the needle through his arm to begin stitching it up. 

“Don’t be a baby,” you joked. 

“It hurts,” he replied, whining a little.

“Again, maybe don’t go baitin’ Jaws,” you snarked. 

His arm would tense every once in a while, but he stayed relatively quiet while you finished your work. 

“All done,” you said when you’d finished wrapping the wound in a bandage. 

“Thanks, sweetheart,” he said. Dean leaned down and tilted your chin up with his fingers to kiss you gently. 

You smiled against his lips, but the smile faded when you heard the vampire start shifting behind you. 

Immediately, Dean was all business. It was both terrifying and a huge turn-on when he “flipped the switch,” so to speak. “You with us?”

Dean questioned, leaning over the vampire who still had blood dripping from her mouth.

The girl woke up fully and struggled against her bonds.

“Oh, yeah, sorry. You're not going anywhere,” the older Winchester taunted. 

You sat where Dean had while you patched him up and crossed your legs and arms, staring intimidatingly. 

“Where's your nest?” Sam asked the vampire.

“What?” she replied, looking confused.

“Your nest,” you said as if it was obvious. “Where the rest of you freaks hang out.”

“I don't know what you're talking about,” she began to cry. “Please! I don't feel good.”

You rolled your eyes. 

“Yeah, well, you're gonna feel a hell of a lot worse if we give you another shot of dead man's blood,” Dean hissed. 

“Just let me go,” the blonde begged.

Sam laughed. “Yeah, you know we can't do that.”

“I'm telling you the truth. I'm just... I took something. I'm freaking out! I don't know what's going on!” she cried. 

That seemed to change Sam’s approach to her. “You took something?”

“Yes! I can't... come down. I just want to come down,” she whined. 

“What's your name?” Sam asked.

“Lucy,” she responded, sniffling. “Please, just let me go.”

“Alright, Lucy, how about this?” Sam started. “If you tell us what happened, we'll let you go.”

“You will?” She looked over to you and Dean. Dean nodded insincerely, but you remained unmoving. 

“Uh, I don't really... um, it's, it's not that clear. I was at Spider,” Lucy explained. “The club, on Jefferson. And there was this guy... he was buying me drinks.”

“This guy... what's he look like?” Sam pressed.

“He was old, like thirty. He had brown hair, a leather jacket... uh, Deacon or Dixon or something. Said he was a dealer... he had something for me.”

“Something?” prompted Dean.

“Something new. ‘Better than anything you've ever tried.’ He put a few drops in my drink.”

“Was the drug red and thick?” you deadpanned. 

She nodded, and Sam hung his head in disbelief. 

“Well, genius move there. That was vampire blood he dosed you with,” Dean said, almost cold. 

“What?” Lucy squeaked. 

“Yeah, you just took a big steamin' shot of the nastiest virus out there,” Dean responded.

“You're crazy! He gave me roofies or something! No... The next thing I know, we're at his place, and he says he's gonna get me something to eat, just wait. But I get so hungry,” she whined. 

Dean moved behind your chair as he asked, “So you busted out?” 

Lucy nodded. “But it won't wear off... whatever he gave me?”

“Lights are too bright? Sunshine hurt your skin?” you said.

“Yeah... And smells. And I can... hear blood pumping!” she cried. 

“Well, I hate to tell you this, sweetheart, but your blood's never pumping again,” Dean explained. 

Lucy shook her head. “Not mine. Yours. I can hear a heart beating from half a block away. I just want it to stop.”

Sam looked sympathetic, and you were having a difficult time hating the girl at that moment. It was reminding you of the case with Gordon where your world was turned upside-down.

“Alright, listen, Wavy Gravy,” Dean jested, “It's not going to stop. You've already killed two people, almost three.”

The blonde sobbed, “No, I couldn't. No! I was hallucinating!”

“You killed them, alright?” Dean growled. “We've been following a sloppy trail of corpses, and it leads straight to you.”

“No. No, it wasn't real! It was the drug! Please! Please, you have to help me!”

Sam jerked his head at you and Dean, making you step out of the room. 

“No, no,” she wailed as you walked out.

“Poor girl,” said Sam when you entered the next room. 

“We don't have a choice,” Dean reminded him. 

Sam sighed, but ultimately nodded at you. On his cue, you took your machete back into the room with Lucy. 

“No… please!” she begged as you approached her. 

Almost completely devoid of emotion, you swung your machete at her neck and took her head off in one clean cut. Her head thumped to the ground beside you, and your stomach dropped slightly. 

Before you could spend too much time contemplating the morality of what you’d just done, you ordered the boys to start helping you dispose of her. You cleaned the blood off from around her mouth and closed her eyes in an attempt to give her a properly respectful funeral. Thankfully, Sam and Dean didn’t question the fact that you wanted to give her a hunter's funeral and helped you set up the pyre in the middle of the woods. 

“You okay, (Y/N/N)?” Sam asked gently while Lucy’s body burned. 

“I don’t know,” you answered honestly. “Wrong place, wrong time, and that could’ve been me.” You shook your head and took a deep breath, forcing your emotions aside. “Well, we did her a favor. At least she won’t be a blood junkie for the rest of forever.” You turned and headed back to the car, leaving both the boys behind. 

***

That night, you and the Winchesters headed to Spider, the bar that Lucy told you about. Thinking about that poor girl was beginning to make you feel sick. What was making you even sicker was watching Dean have to flirt with beautiful girls for information. You knew he was just doing his job, but it was getting under your skin watching them eye him wantonly and trail their manicured nails up his arm. Girls were approaching Sam, too, and he was barely entertaining any of them. The sight of his discomfort made you giggle. You chose to hang back against the wall with a drink in your hand. Although, at this moment, you definitely would’ve preferred a joint. 

Dean soon rejoined you against the wall, and you giggled at the uncomfortable shiver he exaggerated when he approached you. 

“What, flirting’s not your thing anymore?” you teased, although his answer was going to serve as a bit of a test.

“Nah, not with anyone else,” he replied. “Not since you.”

You smiled lopsidedly. “Find out anything useful?”

“Nope,” he replied. “That was a big, fat waste of time.”

“Awesome.”

Sam came up to you and Dean next, mirroring Dean’s uncomfortable shiver. 

“How’d it go, Casanova?” you jeered, and Sam glared at you. 

“Not great,” he replied, beginning to lead you out of the bar. “I don’t get it, though. Three blondes have gone missing, including Lucy, all last sighted here. I'm telling you, this is the hunting ground. What I can’t figure out is where the hell he—”

“You mean that guy?” you asked, pointing to a thirty-something-year-old man ducking into an alley with his arm around a pretty blonde. 

Sam looked at you concernedly, and the three of you ran after the guy and the blonde. 

“You ready, sweetie?” the man asked, voice becoming louder as you approached. “One taste of this; you'll never be the same.”

Dean charged him before he could drug the girl and clocked him squarely across the jaw. 

“Get out of here,” you told the girl, who looked startled. “Go, go!”

She listened to you and ran back toward the bar. A sickening thud had you turning back around to see Dean lying on the ground against a brick wall. The vampire had cut and run. 

“Dean!” you cried. 

“I'm good,” he groaned as you helped him up. “Come on.”

You ran after the vampire, and as you turned the corner, you came face to face with Gordon and the man that had tried to kill Sam you’d called Willem Dafoe. 

Gordon raised his gun, and you took the opportunity to sprint behind cars parked nearby to dodge the flying bullets. You pulled the brothers behind a brick wall one of the cars was parked next to and attempted to catch your breath. 

“Alright. Run,” Dean ordered you and Sam. “I'll draw them off.”

“What?!” you and Sam hissed simultaneously. Sam’s, “No, you're crazy!” and your, “No fucking way, Dean!” followed him out of the alley. You watched in horror as Dean jumped onto a car across the street from you and narrowly missed being hit by a bullet whizzing past him. Your breath released when he pulled himself over a second-story parking lot entrance, and you nodded at Sam to head down the alley further before Gordon or his friend could find you here. 

***

“I’m gonna fucking kill him,” you spat. “As soon as he gets back here, he’s fucking dead.”

Sam paced between the two beds while you sat angrily at the table in the motel room, flipping your knife anxiously.

“There you are!” Sam exclaimed when his brother burst through the door. 

“Yeah. Sorry, I stopped for a slice,” Dean replied at complete ease.

You stood, face set dangerously in anger and almost daring Dean to say something to set you off even further. “Couldn’t even call us to tell us you were okay?” You didn’t give him a chance to respond before you continued to chastise him. “Great fucking going, by the way, runnin’ into the line of fire.”

“Well, what can I say? I'm a bad-ass.” 

You were floored at Dean’s blatant disregard of your concern and anger. His disrespect was definitely getting him closer and closer to the doghouse with each passing second. 

“So, I guess Gordon's out of jail,” Dean mentioned casually.

“Uh, yeah, I guess so. You know, how the hell did he know where to find us?” Sam asked. 

Through your anger, it dawned on you. You became even further enraged. “Bela.” Before the Winchesters could make a comment, you pulled out your phone and called her. 

“Hello, darling.” You could almost hear the smile in Bela’s voice as she spoke. 

“Got something to tell me, lover?” you mockingly replied. 

“There was something, actually,” she said. “Gordon Walker paid me to tell him where you were.”

You hummed through gritted teeth. 

“Well, he had a gun on me. What else was I supposed to do?” she laughed uncomfortably. 

“Pick up the damn phone after he’s gone,” you answered, voice uncomfortably calm.

“I did fully intend to call, I just got a bit sidetracked,” she rushed out, still trying to maintain her cool and failing miserably. “I'm sorry. I didn't realize it was such a big deal. After all, there are three of you and one of him.”

“There were two of them, but thanks for playin’,” you remarked. 

“Oh.” You heard a shift in her tone, but you were too angry to care. 

“Listen to me closely,” you began. “If I make it out of this alive, the first fucking thing I’m gonna do is kill you.”

“You’re not serious!” she protested.

“Does it sound like I’m kidding?” you responded, your voice still eerily calm. 

“(Y/N)—”

“Goodbye, Bela.” You snapped your phone shut. When you’d hung up, you took a deep breath. Your brief moment of solace was disrupted by Dean.

“You okay, sweetheart?”

To even your own surprise, you laughed; hard. You felt insane yourself, but you were so angry, you couldn’t speak. When you’d calmed down enough to talk, you hissed, “Do you think I’m fucking okay?!”

“No, I just—”

You steeled yourself. “No. We’ll talk about this later,” you asserted, and Dean snapped his mouth shut obediently. “For now, we gotta track a vamp.”

“First things first,” Dean began trepidatiously, trying not to set you off again.

“Gordon,” you nodded. 

“About that. When we find him, or if he finds us…” the older brother trailed off. “Well, I'm just saying, he's not leaving us a whole lot of options.”

Calmly, Sam stated, “Yeah, I know. We've got to kill him.”

“Really? Just like that? I thought you would have been like—” he gave his best impersonation of his younger brother’s whiny voice, “ ‘No, we can't, he's human, it's wrong’.”

Sam shrugged. “No, I'm done. I mean, Gordon's not gonna stop until we're dead... or till he is.”

Your phone rang, and you scowled at it when you read the caller ID. “What?!”

“I don't like it when people hold grudges against me,” Bela started, “and more to the point, I'd rather you didn't kill me, so I went ahead and found Gordon's exact location for you.”

“You're a hundred miles away. How the hell did you—”

“Hello? Purveyor of powerful occult objects?” she remarked. “I used a talking board to contact the other side.”

“And?” you prompted. 

“Warehouse. Two stories, riverfront, neon sign outside.”

“Thanks,” you said.

“One more thing. The spirit had a message for you. ‘Leave town, run like hell, and whatever you do, don't go after Gordon.’ For whatever that's worth,” Bela told you before hanging up. 

You considered her words carefully and told the boys what you’d heard.

Dean, who’d been sharpening his machete, stowed the weapon in his duffel bag and immediately headed out of the door. You and Sam followed his lead. Despite the little sleep you’d been getting and the long night ahead, you felt wide awake. 

***

You were on even higher alert when you arrived at the building Bela had described. As a precaution, you and Dean grabbed machetes and handguns. Sam stayed behind you with his own gun, and the three of you carefully entered the warehouse. 

You heard what sounded like crying coming from down the stairs near the entrance, and you motioned for Sam and Dean to follow you. 

As the room below came into view, you were stunned to see the vampire you’d been looking for kneeling; surrounded by the bodies of young girls with their heads having been ripped manually from their bodies. About a dozen blonde and bloodied heads lay scattered mercilessly across the floor, and despite your years of experience, your stomach turned at the sight. 

“Go ahead,” the vampire encouraged, unmoving. “Do it. Kill me.”

“What happened here?” Sam asked him. 

“Gordon Walker,” he sniffed. “I never should have brought a hunter here. Never. I just... I just wanted some kind of revenge. Stupid... exposing him to my family.”

“Oh, yeah, you're such a family man,” Dean couldn’t help but remark. 

The vampire paused for a tense moment. “You don't understand.”

“I don't want to understand, you son of—”

The vampire cut him off, standing and crying out, “I was desperate! You ever felt desperate?”

You turned to see Dean with that infuriatingly unreadable expression on his face. 

“I've lost everyone I ever loved. I'm staring down eternity alone. Can you think of a worse hell?” he said, approaching you. 

You tightened your grip on your machete.

Despite how the vampire’s words were clearly beginning to affect him, Dean snarkily replied, “Well, there's Hell.”

“I wasn't thinking. I just... I didn't care anymore. Do you know it's like when you just don't give a damn? It's like... it's like being dead already.” He looked down at your machete. “So just go ahead. Do it.” 

Sam was bent over, inspecting the heads of the girls that lay on the floor. “Dean. Head wasn't cut off, it was ripped off. With someone's bare hands. Dixon, what did you do to Gordon?”

Dixon didn’t respond for a moment. 

“He asked you a question,” you stated firmly. 

“I turned him,” was Dixon’s immediate reply. 

You dropped your head in frustration before immediately recovering and swiping Dixon’s head clean off. 

***

When both boys had gone to bed, you snuck out to the Impala wrapped in a hoodie and sweatpants. Illuminated only by the moon and a singular streetlight across from your rural motel, you rolled a joint sitting on the trunk and staring up at the sky. As the smoke filled your lungs, you fought back your rising emotions. 

A few minutes later, Dean walked up beside you. He stared straight ahead, as did you. “You should get some sleep,” Dean instructed.

You remained unmoving and took another hit of your joint. Your long inhale and exhale was making Dean nervous for your response; you could practically feel his anxiety radiating off him despite how he tried to hide it. “I’ll sleep when I know I’m not losing both of you,” you finally replied quietly.

He scoffed, and you saw him drop his head to the side out of the corner of your eye. “What do you mean, you’re not losing—”

“You took a big fucking risk, Dean,” you cut him off. “You’re getting more and more reckless.”

“It’s a dangerous gig, (Y/N),” he argued, voice steely. “We all take risks every once in a while.”

“Risks is different than attempted suicide, dude,” you replied.

“When’s the last time Sam or I jumped in front of two firing guns?”

“That’s just ‘cause you guys are pussies—”

“No, dammit!” You stood and threw your joint to the ground, stamping it out. You turned to him for the first time in your conversation. “I am so tired of your crap! Do you know what it feels like to watch you take greater, dumber risks than you already normally do because you know you have an expiration date?! Why are you acting like you want to rush it? Because you and I both know you’re terrified—”

“You don’t know that,” Dean shook his head, brows drawn together and jaw clenched in anger.

“Yes, I do,” you said. “Because I know you. And I love you. And—” your voice broke, but you pushed through the angry tears, “selfishly, I don’t wanna lose the little bit of time I have left with you because you’re on some… kamikaze trip or whatever.”

Dean stared down at you, and you stared back despite the tears steadily sliding down your cheeks. After a moment, he pulled you into his chest and rested his head on top of yours. You wrapped your arms around him and deeply inhaled his scent. Dean kissed the top of your head, and you sighed contentedly. 

“Please don’t make this harder for me,” you begged him. “Please.” You pulled away from him and gingerly touched his cheek. “And don’t give up on my boy just yet, okay?”

Dean nodded and kissed your palm. You figured he hadn’t spoken in a while because he was choking back tears of his own that were now beginning to slip down his cheeks.

“And when you’re scared, talk to me. Please. Please, just talk to me,” you implored. “I know you say you’re not good at the ‘touchy-feely’ or whatever, but you don’t have to do this alone. You know that, right?”

“Yeah, I do,” he replied, voice rough with emotion. 

You pulled his face down to yours and kissed him gently, savoring the way Dean’s lips felt against yours; soft and pillowy in contrast to the rough stubble in your hands given he hadn’t shaved in a few days. When you pulled away, he kept you close to him by your waist. “Talk to me, baby. I’m here for you always. Even when you’re gone,” you said. “I… I don’t know what it’s like down there. But if you can talk, talk to me. Tell me what it’s like. Tell me when it hurts and when you’re scared. Because you are never alone.”

Dean rested his forehead against yours and shut his eyes. “What did I do to deserve you,” he murmured. 

You tilted your chin up and kissed the tip of his nose. “You didn’t have to do anything. You deserve love, Dee. Just for simply being you.”

“How do you know that?” he asked, his voice conveying every bit of brokenness he was feeling. 

Dean was averting his eyes from your face, but you returned your hands to either side of his face and made him look at you. “Because you are the most… loving man I have ever met.”

When he shook his head and tried to look away, you kept him in his place. 

“No, look at me,” you continued tearfully. “Remember when I told you I didn’t know what love felt like? ‘Cause of my parents and all that?”

Dean nodded. 

“I know what it feels like now. Because of you,” you told him, an emotional smile tugging on the corners of your lips. “You… are changing me. For the better. And I’m gonna tell you something stupid and cliche—”

“Oh, god—” he groaned, chuckling.

“—so just brace yourself, okay?” you laughed, sniffling. “To know you is to love you. I’m dead serious. And I know you don’t believe me. I know you see yourself, like… like a weapon. The way your dad raised you…” you shook your head, feeling yourself become angry that Dean was raised similarly to you. “I mean, he pretty much trained you to hate yourself. But you are so much more than what he made you believe you are.

“You are the strongest person I’ve ever known,” you continued. “I mean, I’m fucking pissed at you for throwing yourself in the line of fire, but I know why you do it. Because you love me. And you love Sam. And as much as it infuriates me, you’d rather die than watch Sam or I do so.” You snorted, “I mean, that’s why we’re in this deal situation to begin with, right?” pulling a chuckle from Dean. 

“So can you do something for me?” you asked.

“Anything if it’ll get you to shut up,” he smirked, and you knew it was because he couldn’t handle much more verbal affection. 

“Start treating you the way I see you,” you said. “Like… treat yourself like you matter. ‘Cause you do. And I love you.”

His face was contorted in a confusing mix of discomfort from the onslaught of affirmation, love for you, and what seemed like pride in hearing you talk about him like that. 

“Can you do that for me?” you asked. 

Dean nodded. “I’ll try.”

***

The next night, you and the boys were regrouping in the motel room following having searched the city for Gordon all day long. A little over two hours ago, you’d returned from getting new phones for you and the brothers in an attempt to avoid Gordon tracking you through the SIM cards on your original devices, and it seemed the two boys had a deep conversation while you were gone. For that, you were thankful; the two had needed to hash it out for a while now. 

Much to your surprise, your phone rang. 

“You've had that phone two hours, (Y/N),” Sam said, confused. “Who'd you give the number to?”

“Nobody,” you replied, mirroring his surprise. “Hello?” you answered the phone. 

“Hi, sweetie.”

You turned to the boys and put your phone on speaker. “How’d you get this number?” you asked, stepping back from the phone as if Gordon could jump out and hurt you through it. 

“Your scent's all over the cellphone store,” Gordon explained. He seemed to realize you had put him on speaker. “Gotta tell you, Dean, your girl smells good. Of course, I can't smell her now. Where are you?”

Dean’s jaw clenched in fury, and he spat, “Well, I guess you'll just have to find us, won't you.”

“I’d rather you come to me,” Gordon replied smoothly. 

“What's the matter, Gordo? You're not afraid of us, are you? We're just sitting here. Bring it on!” Dean challenged. 

“I don't think so.” 

Then, you heard the voice of a woman crying through the phone. 

Your eyes widened slightly in fear for the girl, and Gordon shushed the girl on the other end of the line. “Factory on riverside off the turnpike. Be here in twenty minutes, or the girl dies.”

“Gordon, let the girl go,” Dean asserted. “Bye, Dean,” Gordon said.

“Gordon!” Dean yelled, stopping him from hanging up the call. “Don't do this. You don't kill innocent people. You're still a hunter.”

“No,” he chuckled coldly. “I'm a monster.” And with that, he hung up. 

***

“I’m gonna waste that fucker, I swear,” you growled as you helped Sam and Dean untie the girl Gordon had kidnapped. 

“Hey, we got you,” Sam told her. “Don't worry. We're gonna get you out of here.” He gave her a few instructions to begin leading her out of the factory. 

The woman sobbed, and the poor thing could barely walk. Dean cradled her in his arms, instructing you and Sam to stay close. Unfortunately, the two of you were not close enough. A door slid closed from above, cutting you and Sam off from Dean. 

“Sam!” Dean yelled. “(Y/N)!”

“Dean!” you cried, pushing at the door. 

Sam pounded the door in frustration. You gave it one final kick, which you knew was pointless, but it helped to get a little anger out. 

“Both of you; be careful!” Dean instructed through the door. 

Then, the lights went out. 

“Sam!” you called through the darkness. 

“Right here!” 

You followed his voice till you were back-to-back with him, the two of you trying your best to get your bearings in the dark. 

“Sorry, sweetie, didn’t mean for you to get caught up in this,” Gordon spoke through the darkness, his voice still hauntingly even as ever. 

“I’m sure I’ll be fine,” you hissed. 

“Gordon! You got me where you want me. You might as well come out and fight!” Sam asserted. 

Suddenly, Gordon’s voice seemed to be between your and Sam’s head. “I'm right here, Sam.”

The two of you swished your machetes, the two hitting each other and igniting sparks for a brief moment. 

“What's the matter, Sammy?” Gordon chuckled. 

“So, this is really the way you want to do it, huh?” Sam taunted despite his growing anxiety. 

“Damn right I do,” Gordon snarled. “You have no idea what I faced to get here. I lost everything. My life. But it's worth it, 'cause I'm finally gonna kill the most dangerous thing I ever hunted. You're not human, Sam.”

“Look who's talking,” you replied.

“You're right. I'm a bloodthirsty killer.” Gordon’s voice sounded like it was coming from every direction.

“Don't talk about it like you don't have a choice,” Sam said, back still pressed to yours. 

“I don't,” Gordon responded. 

“Yes you do, Gordon. You didn't kill that girl.”

“No, I didn't. I did something much, much worse.” You could hear the smile in his voice. 

“Oh, you son of a bitch,” you cursed. 

“Remember what happened the last time you talked bad about my mother, (Y/N)?” the vampire taunted, voice sounding in front of you. 

You swiped at the darkness, but Gordon was too fast for you. 

“I got to hand it to you, Sam,” Gordon began. “You got a lot of people fooled. But see, I know the truth. I know what it's like. We're the same now, you and me. I know how it is walking around with something evil inside you. It's just too bad you won't do the right thing and kill yourself. I'm gonna… as soon as I'm done with you. Two last good deeds. Killing you, and killing myself.”

“You fucker!” you charged right where you’d nailed Gordon’s voice down as emanating from as he spoke, and you tried to swipe at him. Unfortunately for you, you couldn’t get to Gordon fast enough. He sent you flying through the door you’d been separated from Dean by, and you collapsed to the floor in a painful heap. 

“(Y/N)!” Dean cried. 

“I’m fine!” you yelled back, trying your best to brush it off. Your whole body hurt like hell, but you would not be useless in this fight. You grabbed your machete just in time to see Gordon fling Sam across the room. 

Dean aimed the Colt at Gordon’s head, but Gordon wheeled around to grab Dean’s arm. He threw your partner against the wall and pinned him, sinking his teeth into Dean’s neck. 

“No!” you screamed, throwing yourself at Gordon. You managed to get your arm around his neck and pull him to the ground with you. Much to your chagrin, Gordon recovered quickly, and he immediately tried to get a bite in at your neck. With an almost delighted smile, you slashed at Gordon’s head. It rolled away from you, and the rest of Gordon’s body slumped to the ground next to you. 

You didn’t take more than a moment to catch your breath before you staggered to your feet to help your boys. 

Sam was still in a heap on the floor trying to catch his breath, and Dean clutched his neck in pain. Despite the pain in your own body, you staggered toward Sam to help him up. The two of you groaned as you did so, and he threw an arm around your shoulders for support. Dean staggered to you, too, and the three of you stumbled off; each trying to support the other’s weight.

***

Somewhere between cities, Dean pulled off to the side of the road due to a rattling noise coming from under the hood and worked away at it. Meanwhile, you took three beers out of the cooler. You passed one to Dean when you’d opened it for him, and Sam sat on the lid of the cooler while he drank his. 

“Thanks,” Dean smiled lopsidedly at you. 

“Figure out what's making that rattle?” the younger brother asked. 

“Not yet. Give me a box wrench, would you?” 

Sam rifled through the toolbox and handed it to his sibling. 

Dean thanked him but paused, looking thoughtful. “Sam,” he said. 

“Wrong one?” 

“No, no, no, come here for a second.”

Sam looked confused, but he got up and leaned under the hood with Dean. 

You looked on, a smile pulling at your lips, and you replaced Sam on the cooler’s lid. 

“This rattle could be a couple of things. I'm thinking it's an out-of-tune carb,” Dean began to explain, gesturing to something within the car you couldn’t see. 

Sam still looked confused. “Okay.” “Alright, see this thing?” Dean gestured to something else. “It's a valve cover. Inside are all the parts that are on the head. Hand me that socket wrench.”

Sam did so. 

“Alright, you with me so far?”

Sam nodded. “Yeah, uh, valve cover covers the heads.”

“Very good,” Dean nodded. “Now this is your intake manifold, okay, and on top of it?” He paused, looking at Sam expectantly. Sam smiled, trying to remember. “It's, uh, uh, a carburetor.”

Dean nodded, repeating the word. “Very good.”

“What's with the auto shop?” Sam asked. 

Dean held out the socket wrench to Sam, ignoring his question. 

“What, you don't mean you want—” 

Dean cut his brother off. “Yeah, I do. You fix it.”

“Dean, you barely let me drive this thing.”

The older man shrugged. “Well, it's time. You should know how to fix it. You're gonna need to know these things for the future.”

Your heart clenched at Dean’s admission. 

“And besides, that's my job, right? Show my little brother the ropes?” he continued. 

Sam nodded and took the wrench, swallowing down a little emotion. Even still, he leaned under the hood and started unscrewing. 

Dean gestured for you to stand. He took your place on the cooler and patted his thigh. Happily, you perched atop it, and the two of you watched Sam. 

Dean took a sip of his beer, lazily stroking your hip. “Put your shoulder into it,” he instructed Sam.

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[glittter-vamp]

E.R Visits | J.B

Warnings/AN: mention of accidents. mentions of injurires. minor adult language. mention of medications. This is pretty longgg. Fluffly joe w/ a bit of angsty reader. sorry if i missed any mistakes.

(NOT MY GIF)

You rode in the ambulance to the hospital after getting T-boned on your way back home from work. A guy in a pick up truck had ran the red light and unfortunately had hit you. You were still conscious but in so much pain in your chest, head and arm. "We're almost there honey!" The blonde EMT says to you. This was not how you wanted to spend your friday. You were eager to go home and watch your Fiancé Joe play the last preseason game before the kick off game here in cinncy was had for the 2023 NFL games next week. Now you were worried that you had internal bleeding, severe head injury and broken bones. The ambulance finally makes it to the hospital and the nurses immediately take over and take you into a room where they check you out. They do a bunch of tests, take X-Rays and MRI's leaving you in a room in the ER. After a while of just sitting there your sister and mom come in running.

"Oh my god! Honey! What- What happened?" Your mom asks with tears in her eyes. "Some asshole ran the red light." You scoff. "Oh my god...where are the doctors?" Your sister asks. "They just took me in for X-Rays and an MRI. I have broken ribs and a broken arm." You sigh. "Knock- Knock!" You hear someone say and you see a doctor and nurse walk in. "Hey doc, this is my mom and sister." You say to her. "Woah, you three could be triplets!" She jokes. "So, good news, no internal bleeding, just a minor concussion. We're going to wrap up your arm and rib though and keep you over night for observation okay?" She says writing away on her clipboard while the nurse prepares stuff for the cast. "Oh thank god." Your mom sighs in relief.

After a very painful process of getting wrapped up and put into a cast they take you upstairs to a proper room. You meet the nursing staff that's going to look after you and you ask your mom for the time. "It's 7:14" She says checking her phone. "It's almost kickoff, can you tune into the game?" You ask your mom but when she tries to turn on the TV, it doesn't do anything. "Sorry sweetie." Your mom pouts. You didn't have your phone because it got lost somewhere in the wreck. "Okay...so I was able to to reach someone in Bengals management, they were going to do their best to get a hold of Joe because I tried calling him and he wasn't answering." Your sister says. "Yeah he leaves his phone in his locker an hour before the game." You say. "This fucking sucks." You sigh. "It'll be okay honey, the important thing is that you're still here." My mom says getting emotional. "Let's... go get a coffee." Your sister says to your mom giving you a look of " I got this." They leave the room and at some point you fall asleep.

*********************

You feel the door of the room slowly open and your eyes open slowly wondering who was entering. You see blurry the first few blinks and can only make out a tall large figure but your eyes adjust and you almost gasp when you see who it was. "Joe?" You say trying to sit up but your were met with immediate pain making you wince. "Hey woah...stay how you are. Don't go hurting yourself even more now." Joe says softly coming over to sit next to you. You couldn't believe he was here. 'How hard did I hit my head?' You think to yourself.

What the hell are you doing here?" You ask clearly still drowsy from the pain medication. "Well I walked onto the field just to be told my Fiancé was in a car accident and left taking the next flight out of Massachusetts I could find." He says looking at you. His eyes were red and full of worry and stress. "Sorry I ruined your game." You say. "You're kidding right?" He asks looking at you in disbelief. "Y/N... you were in an accident. That game was the last thing I cared about, plus it's a preseason game many QB's sit out on them." He says. You knew that was lie, football always came before everything and anyone. It even came before him but you just remained quiet not wanting to turn this into a fight.

"Where are my mom and sister?" You ask realizing they weren't here anymore. "They just left, met them downstairs. The security guy didn't want to let me in because it's after visiting hours, so your mom and sister went off on him. "Must be a browns fan." You say making Joe chuckle. "I'm so glad you're okay, I don't ever think I've felt that fear before after I was told you had been in an accident." Joe says and you look over to him. "You getting soft on me Burrow?" You tease him and he gives you a small smile. "You should go home and get some rest, I'll most likely get out of here in the morning anyway." You say. "I'm not leaving you." He scoffs. "Yeah you can't leave anyway..." you bite your lip and he raises his eyebrow at you. "I was in your car..." you say and he laughs. "I know, my insurance called me." He nods.

******************* "Okay... nice and easy..." Joe says as he helps you sit down on the couch. You were finally home. Your mom picked you guys up from the hospital and since you couldn't get up the stairs due to your broken ribs and aching body, Joe had set up the couch nicely for you with pillows and blankets. "Your sister should be here with the food any minute, I'm gonna run out to get her prescription. Do you guys need anything?" Your mom asks. "Can you bring oreos, double stuffed. Someone here ate them all last week." You say looking at Joe who just shrugged. "Sure thing honey, I'll be back." She says patting your shoulder.

"Don't you have practice today?" You ask Joe as he hands you the tv remote. "I told coach I'm going to be out all week." He says. "Joe, the season is about to officially start. You can't miss practice." You say looking at him. "You took off three weeks of work when I tore my ACL, what's the issue?" He shrugs. "Yeah my job that has two other people also doing my same job. You can't miss practice or the first game this week Joe. Yo have a whole team counting on you" You shake your head.

"Well, thankfully that's not your decision to make. Now just relax, I have to go call my lawyers and insurance company, apparently the guy was wasted so we're taking this to court." He says getting his phone out of his pocket. "You don't have to do all that, it's just a car- The hell I don't, Y/N. You could of been killed! This isn't about the damn car, now it's really making me upset how much you think I care more about football and the damn car than I do the woman I'm set to marry next summer." He says obviously upset and trying to maintain his voice down and not yell. He leaves you in the living room and you sigh.

You will admit you did feel like shit thinking this way about him now. You knew better than to think this way about him. You sit there channel surfing and you stop on a sports channel that was talking about Joe. They mentioned you and the accident and show a clip of the moment he gets told on the field about what happened to you. He immediately went pale in the face and you can tell by reading his lips that he said "don't fuck with me like that." And he ran off back into locker room.

"We've gotten word that he might be out this first game which could mean a possible bad start to the Bengals seas-" you shit off the tv and look down at your cast. "Hello, hello... I come with lunch." You hear your sister enter the house. "I'm in the living room!" You call out. Your sister makes her way in the living setting the bags of food and drinks on the coffee table. "Where is everyone?" She asks. "Moms at the pharmacy getting my pain meds and Joe's somewhere talking to his lawyers." You sigh. "Oh, good!" She says. "You're behind this lawsuit train too?" You ask as she hands you the burrito bowl you asked her to get. "Of course, you could of been killed? And not you definitely someone else. There was a group of high school kids walking to the football game at the intersection the asshole hit you." She shakes her head.

"Why are you so moody today?" She asks. " I don't know...I guess I feel guilty for fucking up Joe's start to the season. It's like he can't catch a break, every season something fucking happens. Plus I totaled his fucking Porsche..." you sigh. "Well you're being dramatic, shit happens it's life. We only care that you're here. We can replace a car & he'll have many other games." She says. "How kind of you." You shake your head. "I'm just being honest, you found a man that loves you and cares for you and you're gonna be mad at him for prioritizing his soon to be bride? Don't make me break your other arm." She says making you laugh.

Joe comes back into living room thanking your sister for the food and taking a seat at the other end of the couch. "No problem, I gotta get going. Mom duties call." She says. "I thought this was a dad weekend?" You ask confused. "It was but he has a business trip so I gotta go pick up the kids today." She sighs grabbing her purse. As she was leaving your mom comes in. "Damn mom, you went grocery shopping for them or something?" You sister says bidding you all goodbye before stepping out of the house. "Mom, what'd you buy?" You sigh hearing the many plastic bags in her hands as you see Joe shaking his head chuckling. He knew better than to so say anything to her about buying stuff for a house she doesn't even live in, mostly because his mom is the type to do it as well. You couldn't turn to look at her but you could kind of see her in the reflection of the turned or tv.

"I noticed you guys were running low on some stuff so I grabbed a few things. Now here are your meds, take them." Your mom comes to hand you the bag and you open it reading the bottle first. You take one pill out but realized you couldn't reach the drink your sister has left for you on the coffee table. Joe notices and he quickly stands up and hands it to you. "Thank you." You say taking the medication with a sip of the iced tea and hand it back to him. You could tell he was just a bit upset from earlier and you wanted to apologize but now while your mom is here because you knew she'd insert her two cents in.

"Okay, you guys are stocked up. Do you need anything else? I can do any laundry- mom we're fine. Thank you for helping us out but we're good, go get some rest because I know you haven't slept." You say. "You sure? What if you need help using the bathroom or bathing?" She asks. "Well, I'm sure Joe could assist me better with both those things than you can mom." Your chuckle since your mom was a very petite woman. "Okay... you put those football muscles to work when you help her! I don't want my baby falling in the shower or anything." Your mom says to Joe and you roll your eyes. "Yes ma'am, football muscles have been activated." He says making you shake your head. "Okay well, I'll see you guys later. I guess I'll call you on his phone right?" Your mom asks. You still hadn't gotten back your phone and wasn't sure when or if that was possible. "Yeah or I have my iPad and can FaceTime you there." You say to her and she nods giving you a kiss on top of the head. She bids you two a goodbye and leaves out the door.

"Sorry about her." You say to Joe finally eating your food. "You don't have to apologize for her, she's pretty tame compared to my mom." He chuckles taking a sip of his drink. "I don't know, her basically wanting to bathe me kind of hit it of out the park." You laugh but wince as the pain in your rib. "Are you forgetting how my mom acted when I tore my ACL. She literally WALKED in on me showering when I was able to use the shower chair and hop in and out of the shower by myself. She insisted on checking up on me every 5 minutes to insure that I hadn't fallen and cracked my skull open." He shakes his head. "Oh yeah... I remember telling her that you'd be fine & was sure you knew what you were doing and she replied with 'I know my son' and proceeded to head to the bathroom. Which basically means... she called you clumsy." You chuckle and he shakes his head.

Once you finish your food Joe takes the trash and throws it away from you. You decided to pick a movie to watch and settle on a thriller. Joe comes back to the spot he was at you look over to him. "Why are you sitting so far away?" You ask and he shrugs. You pat the cushion next to you and he makes his way over to you. "Can I?" He asks signaling to lay his head on your lap like always. You nod patting your thigh with your good arm. As soon as his head touched your thigh you winced and he immediately say up making you laugh but the laughing it self actually making you wince in pain because of your ribs. "That's not funny!" he says looking at you like a father would their kid when they do something they're not supposed too. "Oh so it's only funny when you do it?" You raise an eyebrow and he sits there with a serious face knowing he did the same to you when he tore his ACL. He then slowly lays back down in defeat.

"I'm sorry for the way I've been acting by the way." You say to Joe and he turns to look up at you. "It's okay, I wasn't all that nice at first either after I had my injury., it's tough being injured" he says. "Yeah but this is different, I was being a bitch because you were actually being a good partner like what type of shit is that?" You shake your head. "I over heard you and your sister about feeling guilty about ruining the start to my season. You have no reason to feel guilty Y/N, it's not like you intentionally got into an accident. Plus... I can admit that in the past I might of put football over both of us, so I can see why you think it's weird for me to actually stay home and care for you...that's my fault and I need to work on that because the reality is football isn't going to be forever but you are." he says and you couldn't help but get a bit teary eyed hearing say that. "When did you become so mushy and good with words?" You say wiping away tears. "When I felt like my whole world ended getting the news you were in an accident." Joe says sitting up. He gives you a sweet tender kiss and wipes your tears away. "Love you." he smiles. "Love you too...now can you use that love and get me some oreos and milk?" You say making him laugh. "Sure thing babe." He says giving you one more kiss and getting up from the couch.

The rest of the week Joe spent taking care of you, from cooking (and by cooking you meant calling his chef to make all your favorites) to helping you shower to getting dressed to getting upstairs and downstairs or in and out of bed. And it just made you realize you couldn't wait to spend forever with him. 

[fuck-customers]

Had a customer have a medical emergency and go down while she was at my register (had to call an ambulance. We haven’t gotten any updates so I’m hoping she’s doing better). Thank you to the few customers who did help and to my co-workers for rendering aid until paramedics could arrive.

I’ve learnt most of the customers present are animals who either don’t move out of the way (back your cart up, it’s not too fucking hard. They do go in reverse!) when someone is having an emergency, get mad when they have to go around someone having said emergency/the people giving first aid, get even more mad when I respond to ���can you help me?” With “not right now! Please see another cashier!” Because I have someone having an emergency here. “Oh well maybe don’t have the light on/look open” well buddy, closing my till is the last thing on my mind right now.

A special fuck you to the guy who told me “wow, this is terrible customer service.” After we finally got her on the ambulance and my brain was a bit wired/unfocused, so I accidentally asked him twice if he wanted a bag. Fuck you, I hope your milk spills all over your big ass truck.

TL:DR, just have some compassion and don’t be a dick. I guarantee whatever rush/bad day you’re having is nothing in comparison to what this poor old lady has just been through. Your groceries can fucking wait! And be aware of your surroundings! Human in distress, you move out of the way.

That happened to me about 20 years ago. The customers threw such a fit when I asked them to move to another register to ring them out. The manager and front end manager were attending to the lady/calling 911.

The customer next that had all her groceries on the belt threw a stink that other customer raced over to the new register and got in front of her as "she was next" but she came over alone and left all her stuff on the old belt. I walked back and fourth carrying one item per hand and shes screaming at me to hurry up while the paramedics were blocking my way. Eventually everyone else in my line moved to others and were done and out before I finished moving her items.

-Rodney

Sadly the ill lady didn't make it.

[ticktockmyclockworkhart]

I don't really think of any modern AUs for red dead for some reason, idk, I have modern AU thoughts for any other piece of media that takes place in the past but for some reason I just can't separate these guys from the old west for the life of me

BUT the one modern AU thought I had and that I have very frequently is the thought of the entire Van Der Linde gang going to disneyland. That thought just tickles me. Like

Tilly, Mary-Beth and Karen make it their mission to go meet every single disney princess and they also kidnap Arthur and make him go with them. But he actually ends up having a kinda fun time because he enjoys wonder and whimsy, doesn't mean every character interaction before they took pictures wasn't stiflingly awkward though. he mumbled the entire time and refused to do any whimsical poses for the pictures

Hosea and Dutch are camped out somewhere shady by the park entrance with everyone's bags and snacks and water to act as home base and collect all their idiots at the end of the day, the only time they move is when an employee runs up to them and asks if the exhausted man with the scars on his face who fell asleep on a bench in direct sunlight by splash mountain and may or may not be suffering heat stroke belongs to them and they have to go help John before the park calls an ambulance. They go on exactly one ride at night, the jungle cruise, with arthur and john. Hosea laughs at all the skipper's bad jokes and Dutch thinks the whole thing is fucking stupid

Susan is also camped out with them but she gets worried about everyone too often and keeps getting up to go to everyone's last known location to make sure they're alright, but at some point Sean tells her to go take a picture with the evil stepmother from cinderella because they look like twins so she just goes back to Hosea and Dutch and lets them fend for themselves

Lenny is genuinely having a fucking BLAST but is really embarrassed about it. He does get a picture with belle because she's his favorite disney princess (bookworms ftw) and he runs into Arthur there being held captive by the girls, they both rib each other about what brought them there later. After everything is said and done though he and Arthur totally go on some rides together

Sean WAS hanging out with Lenny but they got separated within like three minutes of entering the park because Sean kept wandering off so Lenny left him to fend for himself, but he actually stayed out of trouble the entire time, surprisingly. He just rode the carousel again and again for like 8 hours because he was piss drunk before he even got to the park (since you can't drink there) and if he closed his eyes it almost didn't give him motion sickness (he never considered the possibility that he could also just not ride anything? Or maybe go to where Hosea and Dutch said they'd be?)

John is living that one viral post where he sat on a bench and fell asleep from heat exhaustion, then woke up to his ice cream melted all over him and mickey mouse putting a cold towel on his forehead. He was there because Jack wanted to ride splash mountain btw and John was terrified of getting on

Kieran lived one of my magical disney park experiences, which was he went on one ride with the group and was feeling good about being included, but then he got off the ride and literally couldn't find a single person he rode with, so he's wandering the park aimlessly worrying if everyone just left him there (this is not exactly what happened to me btw. I went on a ride with an uncle who is no longer an uncle who had a tbi and so could act unpredictably some times, mostly by virtue of being incredibly spacy, he got out of line to go get a drink and when he came back the line had moved up a lot more so he just told me he'd meet me at the end of the ride. Then at the end of the ride I literally could not find him. I wandered the entire area for like twenty minutes realizing he'd wandered off somewhere before I finally gave up and reported it to my cousin who I kid you not was completely unfazed and told me not to worry about it, they'd find him eventually. I still felt so bad about it even after he turned up not even thinking twice about the whole thing)

Abigail is busy being a responsible mother to two children (her husband and also Jack), Jack is having the absolute time of his life and they've lost John about ten times because he's too scared to go on the rides and also too scared of the disney characters to join them for pictures so Abigail eventually gave up looking for him, Dutch and Hosea would find him and babysit him (they did)

Pearson is floating around between the different groups, he's got the big backpack with the snacks, water and sunscreen in it while Hosea and Dutch were holding onto whatever he couldn't carry. He's like pretty ambivalent about everything happening and is kinda just happy to be there, but he is hella interested in all the food vendors and taking notes on what everyone in the gang seemed to enjoy so he can try and make it himself later

Swanson got a little too silly before coming to the park and ended up stuck on the magic teacups ride because he couldn't process how to get off. He was at park lost and found for like two hours before Dutch and Hosea found him, only for him to end up stuck on the teacups AGAIN like an hour later

Sadie thinks this entire trip is fucking stupid and she exclusively sticks to the biggest thrill rides, spending most of her time in california adventure (is that part of the park still called that? it's changed so much since I've last been there), a few people who also enjoy thrill rides have tried accompanying her on her bender but she literally never takes a break and apparently can't get motion sickness

Bill is lost. He was pretty sure he was with Javier and the Marstons at first, but he lost them at some point and now he's stuck in the star wars land and doesn't know where the exit is, small children keep pointing at him and making wookie noises, and he really just needs a drink tbh

Javier has been EVERYWHERE. He has a plan and an itinerary, either keep pace with him or you're getting left behind (rip Bill). He finishes his schedule within like three hours and then goes to hang out with Sadie on her masochistic thrill ride loop before he has to tap out after like five thrill rides in quick succession. He started the day hanging out with the Marstons and Jack insisted he wear a pair of mickey mouse ears, so like the cool uncle he is he agreed and in every picture he's in he's standing there in bedazzled mouse ears with an extremely stoic expression on his face

Charles silently slinks off to critter country (is it still called that? idk how the park has changed) upon getting there because he wants to go see winnie the pooh. After a couple hours of wandering aimlessly and wanting to hit people who crowd too close to him he finds and joins Lenny and Arthur. They go on some rides and then go see winnie the pooh again. Tigger grabs Arthur by the hands and makes him bounce with him and Arthur is in such a whimsical mood and has been doing goofy shit around the park all day at this point that he actually enthusiastically participates. Charles considers it a 10/10 time

Micah was definitely not allowed into the park. 100%

Strauss didn't want to come to disneyland, he had work to do, and the entire gang tried their hardest but unlike several of the other gang members they were unable to force Strauss to join. Party pooper :(

Uncle is having a great fuckin time. He went onto the haunted mansion and just fell asleep and rode the loop until he was personally escorted off by staff because they were worried he died in his sleep or something

Trelawny is there!! They have not seen him for four months but he is there for some reason! Late into the night Arthur got onto the haunted mansion, turned to his left and Trelawny was just. there in the doombuggy with him

[talaok]

Hi, I really liked the post you did where the ex calls reader and is possible for u to do a part 2? Like a follow up. Like the ex calls again only for Pedro to confront him or something?

And for the angst for Pedro to realize what he did

🫣🫣🫣

Btw this is somebody else not the same person who asked u 😅

Pt.1

"You did what!?" you spat out, taking a step back 

"Listen-"

"No baby, what the fuck- this is not funny, how could you even think that was a good idea?"

"I just... I wanted to talk to him"

"yeah, I can see how great of a talk you had" You shoot him a look, pointing to his black eye

"He started it" he protested, and you rolled your eyes as you walked to the kitchen.

"I don't care who started it, you should have never gone there in the first place. And without consulting me?" you kept rumbling as you opened the freezer and pulled out an ice pack "Put this on it" you sighed, throwing it to him.

"thank you" he nodded, complying immediately.

"Why did you do something so stupid?"

Now, there wasn't just one reason.

He could have told you that he was jealous, that the moment he saw Jason's name light up your phone screen while you were in the shower his mind went completely blank, he could have told you that he loved you, and was terribly afraid of losing you, but all he said was:

"He called you again"

"what? No, he didn't"

"you were in the shower"

"oh" you breathed, losing your trail of thought for a moment "Still, Pedro you should have talked to me"

"I know, you're right baby, I'm sorry"

"and for fuck's sake we're not teenagers anymore, what did you think you could accomplish with violence?!"

The urge to tell you again that he was the one who'd started it was strong, but he bottled it deep inside.

"I'm sorry," he said again, genuinely, because he was sorry, he really was but that guy... fuck that guy. He could still see his stupid face as he opened the door to his shitty apartment.

"Hello" he had said, like he wasn't shitting his pants just at the sight of him.

"Stop calling her" Pedro had gone straight to the point 

"We love each other"

"No, buddy, you love her, she... she loves me"

"yeah, keep dreaming buddy, you don't know what she and I have, the bond we share"

The restraint it had taken Pedro not to just beat that stupid smile off his face...

But he had stopped himself, for you.

"She broke up with you two years ago, man, get over it. She doesn't love you anymore. She's happy with me. I make her happy"

"You're just a rebound" Jason had hissed "She just needs time to realize it"

"If that had been the case, I think in the year we've been together she would have realized it, don't you?" 

"She's confused that's all" he had continued "It's easy to think you're in love with a guy with all your pathetic fame and money" he had said "I bet she stays with you only for that. I bet she thinks about me when you're fucking her, I bet she imagines it's m-"

"don't fucking talk about my girlfriend that way" 

A dark chuckle had left his lips "Or what?"

Or the next call you'll make will be for an ambulance, he wanted to say. But he didn't, he couldn't. You would have never forgiven him. You hated violence. And as much as in this case, to him, it seemed absolutely justified, he couldn't do it.

"Just like I thought." he had sneered "You're just a fucking pussy. Y/n deserves someone better than that"

Pedro decided to be the bigger man, to let his comments slide

"Stop bothering my girlfriend or I'll call the police. I bet you won't be so cocky after she files a restraining order" he had said, turning away to go, but Jason gripped his arm, and once he turned around, his fist had found Pedro's face, and then... then all the restraint he had preserved left his body in an instant.

"I just-" you sighed, not knowing what to say anymore 

"Baby, please I'm sorry, I swear I didn't mean for it to go this way, I know I should have talked with you first, but I just wanted to speak to him, and tell him to stop calling you- and I did. I told him, it's just-"

"You need to apologize to him"

"what?" his eyes went wide.

"you heard me. You need to apologize to him, and him to you. Then, I'll have a talk with him"

"apologize?"

"yes apologize"

"bu-"

"no. I won't hear any of it. You want to stay with me?"

"yes, of course, yes, I love you baby, b-"

"then you'll do this for me"

And just like that, you had him.

"ok"

"and from now on, you talk to me before taking any decisions regarding me ok?"

"Ok"

"good" you finally breathed "Now come here, let me see that eye"

[alectoperdita]

25 for that situation prompt 👀👀

From Put That Guy in a Situation(TM) Ask Game

25. Showing up injured at their enemy’s house

content warnings: mild description of injury and blood, but not necessarily realistic

Read on AO3

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Blood seeped through his shirt. It overflowed onto his pants, dying his entire left side crimson. Jounouchi winced, but he didn't dare to let up on the pressure. Each step—every breath he took was labored. His knees threatened to fold under him with each lurch forward.

The wound might be deeper than he originally thought.

A glow hovered in the distance, cutting through the fog. For a second, he wondered if that was the afterlife beckoning. A moth to the flame, he lumbered toward it.

If he was going to die, he wanted to be warm, at least.

The light came from a solitary bulb illuminating a heavy iron-wrought entrance gate. Up close, it shone blindingly bright. Damn LED bulb. Exhausted, he slumped against the wall under it. When his head rolled back, he caught sight of a sign beside him that hung at eye level. He squinted to make out the characters through the haze of pain.

It read "Kaiba."

A wet gurgle of a laugh bubbled out of Jounouchi.

Well, wasn't this perfect? Kaiba might toe his corpse in disgust, but it was better than expiring in the nearby woods like a wounded animal.

"Oi, Kaiba," he croaked. "You'll tell Yugi at least, won't you?"

"What the fuck are you rambling about, deadbeat?" Kaiba's angry voice rang in his ear. It was as if he was right there with him.

Great, he was hearing shit already. He clung to it shamelessly. God, he didn't want to die alone, even if it meant he was delusional. "Be a pal. When you find my corpse in the morning, give Yugi a call and let him know you found me?"

"It won't have to wait till morning if you don't get off my property this instant," Kaiba barked.

The voice came from around the corner, close to the gate itself. Peeling his heavy eyelids open, he gripped the wall and peered around, perhaps hoping to glimpse the other man even if he was a hallucination. Embedded within the white stucco wall was a dark electronic panel with a light that blazed an angry red over a speaker. There was also a video screen, but it was dark, staring back at him with a blank face.

"Kaiba?" he asked. Hope crowded into his throat, wet and fitful as tar. Or it was blood. "Is that really you?"

"You heard me, deadbeat." The tinny voice boomed out of the speakers. "Do you have any idea what time it is?"

"Late," laughed Jounouchi. His head spun. He caught himself against the wall again, this time huddling protectively around the panel. "You—" A rattling cough. "You should be in bed."

"I was. Until somebody set off the perimeter alarms."

Jounouchi was somebody! He was no longer just nobody in Kaiba's book.

"Me! It was me!"

"No shit."

He peered through the gaps in the gate, up the ridiculously long driveway to the mansion in the distance. He couldn't spot any pinpricks of light up ahead. They would've been clues as to where Kaiba was in that gigantic house of his. How strange it was Kaiba who spoke to him and not one of his many identical-looking suited goons. Was he all alone in that wretched place?

"Do I need to call the police?" asked Kaiba icily.

"Sure," he said. "You mind calling an ambulance while you're at it?"

"What?"

Jounouchi spun around and searched for more red blinking lights. He found one on the other side of the gate. He retracted the hand clutching his body and waved it at the security camera.

Oh god, his side gushed. It felt like his guts were falling out. Dizziness washed over him and dragged him under into a smothering darkness.

The last thing he heard was Kaiba calling his name.

***

Jounouchi's ears rang.

Too much quiet could be a bad thing—under-stimulating the auditory nerves triggered tinnitus as effectively as loud noises. It was a funny thing a doctor told him once. God, the human body was so stupid. If there was one upside to dying, it was not having to deal with that nonsense again.

He felt weightless. He was sure there was pain, but it didn't pierce the heavy veil draped around his brain. Numb, that was the word. He was numb down to his fingertips.

He wiggled them. They responded after a brief delay.

So not paralyzed.

"Tch, knew you were too stubborn to die," grunted a familiar voice from his bedside.

Oh what a soft bed it was, too. Fluffy pillows full of down and silky sheets. It was like he was lying on a cloud. He knew there was no way he was in heaven, though, not least because he didn't fucking believe in one. Neither he nor the surly bastard sitting in the chair were welcome there.

Unable to help him, a dopey grin spread across his lips as he turned his head toward the other person.

"Heya, Kaiba." Shit, he sounded high. His eyes traced the drip line from his wrist to the clear bag of fluids suspended on the IV stand. "Must be the good stuff," he remarked, mostly to himself.

Kaiba rolled his eyes, but he uncrossed his arms and legs. What a beanpole. If he wore anything besides black, he couldn't intimidate even a rabbit. And those little fuckers got heart attacks at the drop of a dime. Damn lanky bastard.

A lanky, flat-assed bastard.

Kaiba scrunched his nose. "Stop. I'll gut you myself if you say another word about my ass."

He had a stick up that ass to boot.

"Jounouchi," Kaiba growled in warning.

"What? Can't a guy die in peace?" he groused.

Suddenly, Kaiba was in his face, blue eyes blazing like hellfire. Up close, Jounouchi noticed the dark ring around his eyes and the heavy bags under them.

His words came out no less harsh, though. Sharper than the knife that sliced Jounouchi last night. "Next time, try dying somewhere far from my doorsteps."

Despite being stared down by the Devil himself, Jounouchi wasn't scared. Kaiba was the Devil he knew best, after all.

A wave of fatigue swept over him, weighing down his eyelids. "Yeah, I'll give that a try if I need it to take. Hasn't worked every other time you've been around."

He could count the number of times he'd been at Death's door in Kaiba's presence on one hand. Somehow, Jounouchi survived each time in spite of him. But in this case, it was probably because of him.

He chuckled. "Your glares scare off Death himself."

Kaiba's expression tightened, then blanked. He drew back and straightened. Swathed head to toe in inky darkness with pale skin that glowed in contrast, he'd pass for the Grim Reaper himself.

That explained it. Kaiba wasn't the Devil.

"Yeah, if you're Death, no wonder you don't wanna collect on me. I'm gonna live forever!" He laughed. His chest seized. He groaned. He wanted to curl into a ball, but his body refused to cooperate.

Kaiba squeezed the bridge of his nose, entirely ruining his Specter of Doom look. "Lovely. You're acting like an even bigger imbecile than usual."

Jounouchi peered up again, ready to sprout more "inanities" as Kaiba was sure to label them when he got his senses knocked out of him a second time. The sunlight imparted the illusion of color to Kaiba's cheeks, magnified the intensity of his azure eyes, and contoured his noble features. He fucking glowed, like the light bulb in the deepening night or a tempting flame. The whiplash stunned and nauseated Jounouchi.

What could he say to this angelic vision?

Kaiba's brows furrowed. He almost looked worried, and that was how Jounouchi knew he was hallucinating again.

Kaiba snapped his fingers centimeters away from Jounouchi's nose. It worked, snapping him out of his stupor.

"Your brain better not have melted. Whatever's left of it," drawled Kaiba.

There was nothing like that patented Kaiba humor(?) to sober him up. "I'm good. I'm good. Still in one piece."

Somehow. Against all odds.

Because Kaiba had helped him, instead of leaving him out in the cold, to bleed out.

Kaiba harrumphed. Without another word, he spun and marched toward the exit. The lack of a grandiose coat spoiled the effect. Jounouchi missed that coat. He'd probably miss Kaiba himself once he left the room.

Jounouchi would live, though, for now.

Kaiba paused by the door, his back was turned as he spoke, "I notified Yugi. He should be by to check on you later."

Jounouchi's face split into a grin. A pleasant warmth suffused his chest. It might be the drugs. Or it could be something else.

"Will you come back too?" he asked.

Kaiba nodded. Jounouchi sank into the plush mattress and allowed himself to drift off, safe and whole.

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[mr2swap]

Swap hotel:Giveaway

This was one of the only moments of relaxation that I had this last week, I had them closed I was so relaxed that soon I would take one of the long naps that caused me to drink 5 margaritas and 2 piña coladas, I almost returned home in an ambulance when I started to feel Carl's withdrawal, it was very hot that day but I was lying on a soft bed, under an artificial palm tree.

The whole moment was interrupted by the blow when a very familiar masculine voice took me away from the dream, - Hey Bro! Where have you been? I've been looking for you, but the guy from the bar told me you were out here- a young blonde sat on the side of the bed holding an iced coffee, it was pretty obvious to me that this happened. It was just to show off his huge biceps and rub sweet in the face once again.

- Anyway! I don't have much time I have a big night planned before I turn all this over to you, I just wanted to say thank you, it's been the best week of my life and if you want to repeat it just call me I'm sure you have my phone! -

had been crazy all this shit, when I return to my body I'm going to make my father sue them for every penny and close his fucking Instagram account! I didn't know what I was getting into when Swap Corp's Instagram account invited me to promote their social networks, I had already done these hundreds of times, a fucking brand gives me a lot of shit that my parents could buy me and they only ask me for one single photo or video eating or wearing their overpriced clothes, with a shitty logo.

They promised me a lot of followers and more "job" offers in another of their exclusive 5-star hotels, of course, I accepted immediately when I saw all the internet celebrities who had been there, people from the world of bodybuilding that I admired in the list in addition to some actors and models.

When I arrived everything was perfect, the hotel had everything from a gym to a spa, which is great for me because although they promised me everything I wanted to drink, eat or smoke, all I needed was a pool full of beautiful models to massage my biceps in the pool after a long session at the gym.

Before I could even unpack and take a shower, I was drugged and put in this shitty body for 1 fucking week! Those pageant motherfuckers came and ravaged my room for 3 fucking minutes until I came out of the bathroom, my whole body randomly covered in shower suds with just a towel around my waist and my huge feet leaving stains all over the carpet and as soon as I opened the door I knew something was wrong.

The guy who organized the contest was accompanied by two hotel guards, of course, they were clean and well dressed, but there was one person who stood out among all of them, he was a fucking whale, he had never seen someone so fucked up! The man in the suit started talking as he tried to guess how much the man in front of him was thinking 286 pounds. I'd bet 20 bucks on that.

Before I could react, the man in the suit took me by the arm and stretched out his hand to hand a cloth necklace with a VIP identification... without thinking I left my last chance to give up the worst week of my life, I put the identification on the neck without looking that didn't even have my picture on it, instead of my hot handsome face, there was the picture of that man with that white unkempt beard that hid most of his obese face.

I felt a small chill and after a simple blink, my mind was transferred to the body of the man in the photo of my necklace, when my eyes opened the first thing I saw was a huge hairy belly, my legs would almost bend if it weren't for the wall that was at my back, the 4 men in front of me turned around and looked at me to help me not fall from all the extra weight on my knees.

When I recovered they gave me a glass of water and explained the situation to me, those sons of bitches launched another contest and the prize was a week of vacation in this hotel on my body, And while the man in a suit was explaining all this to me, that man is nice He kept putting his kinky hands on my cock and pecs, maybe he didn't notice or maybe he didn't even care when a newlywed couple came out of another room and stared at the show for several minutes.

Since then I am Stuck as "Carl" Every day I wake up thinking that this has only been a nightmare and at any moment I am going to wake up in my bed next to a model who seduces me at a party to take her to my bed.

but no, I wasn't dreaming what I always saw Waking up was this mountain of hairy fat uniting my old and aching body, The first thing I did Upon waking up swallowed the huge amount of pills that were in the drawer next to my bed to try to relieve the pain in my back, after that I went to shit and piss and came back to order a huge breakfast while watching what was new on Netflix.

I was able to up on “Love death and robots”, At least they kept their deal my Instagram followers doubled in a week. The only bad thing is that most of them are middle-aged men who put obscene comments in the comments like "fuck me" or "show us your dick"

From time to time I saw Carl having fun on my body while being photographed with my iPhone, being worshiped by two bald middle-aged men in the hot tub, or playing volleyball with all the lucky bastards with incredibly hot, skinny bodies.

Hey! You can support me to continue creating stories and see all my stories on my patreon and have access to the stories on my discord server.

[snowball-doie]

mark being super hesitant to take reyna out (when she's a toddler) but eventually works up the courage to do it, albeit at a time where he assumes that not many people will be about. well, he assumes wrong and a bunch of papparazi/fans end up spotting him 😭😭 honestly i just love seeing mark stressed

i went a little bit of a diff route w this- my b (also this is so not canon bahahahahaaha)

reyna wasn't feeling well after jaehyun brought her to the office : ( poor thing was laying on the couch in the dance room, she was beginning to run a temperature, she had a little bit of a cough. honestly, if jungwoo had been there that day, he would've freaked out IMMEDIATELY and called an ambulance.... but it was just jae in the recording studio, and mark and hyuck were rehearsing with the dreamies. "i gotta take her home," mark said after he realized he couldn't focus with how sick she was getting. after jungwoo, mark was the one most worried about reyna getting really, really sick again..... so he decided to take her home and give her meds. if it got any worse, then they'd go to the hospital. hyuck pressed the back of his hand to her forehead. yup, she was getting warmer. "i'll see you guys at home in a bit," he told her and mark before giving her a kiss on the top of the head, then mark carried her out of the room.

mark figured it was okay to take her home suddenly. the boys always brought her to the office without any trouble.... he could pull it off too. while waiting in the lobby, he called for a kakaotaxi to pick them up from the office so they wouldn't have to take the subway-- "what the fuck?" why was a taxi going to take 20 minutes to get to them? fuck..... it was still the only option, but.... shit. mark sighed. there was a cafe under the building, next to the store and the gordon ramsey restaurant. maybe mark could get a coffee for himself and a treat for reyna. it was getting late, most people were on their way home already, there shouldn't be a lot of fans wandering around the area since the store was about to close up. besides, a quick run to the cafe never hurt anyone.

down in the cafe, as expected, the area was quiet. the baristas who knew idols frequented their business weren't shocked when mark entered, but they were a bit caught off guard by the kid sleeping on his shoulder.

"i'm babysitting," he lied with a laugh. they giggled back at him. picking out his card with one hand and holding reyna in the other, he ordered his coffee and her cookie to go.

when it was ready, he thanked them and left the cafe, and as he turned the corner to go to the escalator that would take him back up to the building, he found himself face-to-face with a large group of fangirls. some looked like foreigners, others looked korean. whatever the case, they looked like they were all friends, and they all IMMEDIATELY recognized him. phones were whipped out within an instant, taking pictures and videos of him holding reyna while he tried to hide her face and beg them to let him through. they were just so loud and excited. reyna started waking up in his arms... and she was coughing some more.... fuck.

"sorry, guys, i have to get her back to her parents before i get in trouble." he was smiling and trying to be charismatic-- but they wouldn't move.

"dad," reyna whispered weakly, only loud enough for him to hear before she coughed some more.

more adamantly, mark pushed his way through without a smile. "excuse me, guys. thanks." he headed upstairs in a hurry, balancing his daughter, his coffee and her cookie, and trying to dig his phone out of his pocket to see how far away the taxi was. just around the corner. thank god.

"ARE YOU AN IDIOT?!!!!" ahri scolded once he got home. jungwoo was already giving reyna her meds while johnny was calling the doctor to see if they needed to bring her in; but ahri was freaking out about how pictures and videos of mark and reyna were circulating around the internet. most people were finding the clip of him saying that he needed to get her to her parents, indicating that she wasn't his, but others didn't see that or care-- they were coming up with all kinds of things, and now the execs were blowing up mark and hyuck's phones. so while mark was getting chewed out by ahri, hyuck was having to deal with the company.

"i'm sorry, i'll never, ever do it again, ahr, i promise, im so sorry."

doyoung gives mark a reassuring side hug.

"you can take her with you, im not saying you can't," ahri explained more calmly before taking a seat on the couch. "just dont be stupid and take her out in public like that. especially where you can run into fans."

mark nodded. it made sense... she was making sense...... he understood why she was upset, and he knew that he fucked up. it scared him too, and he was worried about the tweets and rumors flying around the internet-- but the good news was that most of his fans were using the one clip as proof that she wasn't his, so he was mostly in the clear, which meant that people would eventually forget about it aside from occasionally using the pics as "dad!mark inspo" on pinterest boards

[n1nthrule]

He stares at me from across the living room. On the TV there's the news broadcast of the night before: a sickly grin carved out with green paint, eyes blazing apartment blocks.

Chinese demon. 

Dragon of avarice.

Before we got over the sides of the building, I saw him shaking. He’d never been so close to the edge. He looked so small, like roadkill. 

Tyler slapped him in the back of the head and told him, he’s not allowed to be a wimp. Fucking girl. All that training, going to nothing. And then he pushed him over the ledge. 

The rest of us just watched.

The first rule of Project Mayhem is you do not ask questions.

There’s green paint sticking in all our fingernails. Blondie over there, the guy who was touched by Tyler himself, is picking his down to stumps. 

Last week, when we all gathered under the one light and Tyler started with his usual speech, Blondie came out of the circle of guys all with shaved heads and asked, what’s next?

What’s the plan?

What are we looking towards?

Tyler tagged him for a fight immediately.

The second rule of Project Mayhem is you do not ask questions.

I watched him go down from just three hits, his weak little roadkill face left all smashed up with blood. The guys around him gestured weakly, too scared to call an ambulance, too angry to call the cops. Some guy in the corner said he knew first aid, and covered Blondie’s whole head with bandages. His weak little angel face, all bruised over, with just a few small slits for his eyes and mouth. If you get close, you can hear his breathing, laced with dyspnea. 

The woman in the news report gestures at the burning apartment blocks, and says the council has already started searching for the culprits.

When we go to sleep, in our military surplus bunk beds tucked into the Paper Street basement, Blondie comes over to mine as softly as he can. He asks me, what’s next?

What are we looking towards?

Has Tyler said?

His big roadkill angel eyes look up at me through their bandaged slits.

To calm him down, to make him smile, I tell him what Tyler told me the day I joined.

“Picture yourself planting radishes and seed potatoes on the fifteenth green of a forgotten golf course.

“You’ll hunt elk through the damp canyon forests around the ruins of the Rockefeller Centre, and dig clams next to the skeleton of the Space Needle leaning at a forty-five degree angle.

“We’ll paint the skyscrapers with huge totem faces and goblin tikis, and every evening what’s left of mankind will retreat to empty zoos and lock itself in cages as protection against bears and big cats and wolves that pace and watch us from outside the cage bars at night.”

“And Tyler?” He asks. His voice trembles with the weight of it. “Where’s he?”

I tell him Tyler’s gone. Lost in the fight for better things. He dies assassinating the President or blowing up the grave of the Queen of England and we give him a big Viking funeral. We send his coffin out to sea and leave it to the piranhas.

Blondie sighs into my lap. His face is concentrated on the bunk above as if he’s counting the planks slowly.

“That’s a good dream.” he tells me. So I say I'm gonna make it real. All of it. For him. He stalks off back to his bunk with a faint smile hanging on his bloody lips.

[excessive-vampires]

Danger in Numbers Part 4: Alex's Questions

Masterlist with CW

Taglist: @demyxdancer @whumpy-wyrms

As the paramedics started pouring from the ambulances the woman’s breathing calmed from ragged sobs to shuddering gasps. Sweethive didn’t know if that was a good sign or a bad one. “Just hold on, Exo.” Cassie whispered. “Just stay here with me.” 

Alex started asking questions about how Cassie knew Exohive and why she’d never said anything about it but Sweethive didn’t answer. They just concentrated on the woman in front of Cassie, because she might be all that was left of the hive they had so longed to see. 

When the paramedics carried the woman away Cassie followed, and Alex trailed behind her. Silas met Cassie at the ambulance. They held hands because fuck subtlety, actually. It was so far away from mattering right now. Sweethive just wanted comfort. Alex had more questions but Sweethive was done listening. 

“We’re going with her,” Silas said as they loaded the woman into the ambulance.

“Unless you’re immediate family or a member of her hive we can’t allow that.” 

“We’re her emergency contact!” Or at least they had been five years ago. Exohive was still theirs so maybe… 

“We still can’t—”

“Cassie has a concussion, she’ll need to go to the hospital anyway.” Silas pointed at her. As if on cue the noise became too much and Cassie fell to her knees and vomited. 

“Fuck,” The paramedic complained. “Prove you’re Exohive’s emergency contact or you get a lower priority ride to a different hospital.” 

Cassie shakily stood. Every screen she had on her was broken so she took her physical ID card from her sock and handed it to the paramedic. They scanned it and handed it back before checking some info that had popped up on their screen. 

They held an arm out to Cassie. “Get in, Sweethive,” they said. They turned to Silas. “Get to the nearest place that can sedate you. I don’t care if it’s a goddamn veterinarian’s office. If the concussion is bad we might have to operate.” 

“Understood.” Silas started walking away. The ambulance drove off. Sweethive tried to pretend Alex wasn’t following Silas. 

“Hey!” Alex called out. “Hey, wait! Who the fuck even are you?” 

“Just go back to the Wanderer, Alex.” 

“How do you know…?”

“You’re a smart guy. Don’t hide in denial.” 

Alex continued to chase after Silas. “Okay. Then I have questions.”

If there was a way to aggressively send contact numbers to someone’s wrist screen, Silas found it. “Call Cater or Mel.” 

“Why?” 

Silas pointed to his throat. “Smoke inhalation.”

“What about—” 

Alex’s communicator beeped in his ear. His wrist screen informed him that it was Mel. He answered. 

“Um, hi,” he said. “This is—”

“You can’t call Kara because her throat’s wrecked from crying and one of the paramedics is trying to figure out how bad Cassie’s concussion is now that the Exo member’s stable. Ask us your goddamn questions.” 

“You’re kind of being an asshole about this.” Alex muttered. 

“We were just in an explosion and someone we care for deeply might be about to die. So explaining this to you right now is going to be pretty fucking annoying.”

“Screw you! I’ll wait until I can talk to Cassie.”

Mel sighed deeply. “You are talking to Cassie. To talk to one of us is to talk to all of us.” 

“Fine, whatever. How long has this been going on?” 

“Since before you met us.”

“Don’t say ‘us’. I don’t know you. I know Cassie.” 

“You know all of us. You just weren’t aware of it.”

“Bullshit.” 

“Carter’s the one who talks about artistic choices in animation with you. It was Kara who hit on your sister. Silas punched that guy in the bar that called you a slur and Mel dragged you out to the bar in the first place.” 

“… And Cassie?” 

“She gets you lunch and laughs at your terrible jokes and makes you watch fantasy movies when we’re burnt out on cartoons. But honestly it doesn’t matter. The only reason to distinguish between members’ impulses is to make a point. All of that was all of us.” 

“So everything Cassie told me about her past was…”

“The truth. She was born and raised on Earth. Her bonding ability had to be induced.” 

“Why choose her?” 

“It’s not like what you’re thinking. A bond can’t form without a pre-existing connection. We were friends and when the technology became available we all wanted to try. Because that’s all the eight months of training and preparation gives you, the chance to try. A bond only ever forms if it’s a perfect fit.” 

“Sure… So I should ask you whatever questions I have for Cassie because the answers will be the same?”

“Yes.”

“Why keep this secret? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“We told the captain and the ship’s doctor not to announce it to the rest of the crew. We wanted to see how long it took for someone to figure it out. Then we met you, and we wanted to be friends, so keeping our status under wraps just felt easier.” 

“So you assumed I’d, what, freak out and request a transfer? Lock myself in my room and barricade the door? Hurt you? Is that what you think of me?” 

“No. But do you honestly expect us to believe that if we had introduced ourselves as Sweethive you would have seen me reading classical literature the next day and asked if I wanted to watch the movie adaptation with you after our shifts?” 

Silas noticed Alex look down and put his hands in his pockets. 

“And then, after the movie, do you remember what you said to us?”

“Something terrible?” Alex’s tone was miserable.

“We asked you why you wanted to be on a ship exploring beyond known space and you said, and yes we know it was a joke, you said that until Earth came to their senses and put the quarantine on Nova back up you wanted to be so far away that there was no chance of a hive deciding to assimilate you. So yeah, something terrible.” 

“Shit.”

“Is there even a reason you’re so afraid that you think that the shit you say sometimes isn’t the furthest thing from okay?”

Alex sighed. Silas went to go tell a paramedic about his smoke inhalation just in case it was bad enough to do more than hurt his throat. Alex spotted an empty bench outside a nearby cafe and sat down. 

“Are you done talking?” Mel asked after a moment. 

“I’m not the first person in my family to love classic tv and movies. My dad is a big Star Trek fan. The oldest ones. Mainly the Next Generation. We would watch it together all the time when I was a kid. They had this villain, the Borg. They were a hivemind that went around capturing people and forcing them to join, erasing their individual identities completely. It was the scariest shit I’d ever seen. And this was just like ten years after the quarantine was lifted. A lot of people genuinely thought the hives on Nova were like that. And like as time went on I realized that wasn’t how it worked but I never really looked into how it did work because in the back of my mind it still made me think of the nightmares I had as a kid about the Borg.” 

There was another silent moment before Mel spoke up. “If you want to cut ties, or if you just need some space for a while, then go. This was a big secret to keep, we understand why you’re upset.” 

“Are you serious? Cassie’s my friend. If what you said was true then you’re all my friends. And you just survived a freaking explosion. The bullshit emotions I have to deal with can at least wait until Cassie’s out of the hospital.” 

Mel exhaled. “Thank you, Alex. Really.”

“I can’t promise I won’t still be an asshole about this, but I’ll try to make sure it’s all from ignorance rather than prejudice.” 

“You could go read a book about Nova or hive culture.”

“And you could go program a map of a newly discovered planet. I feel like those two things would each go just about as well as the other.” 

Silas walked away from the ambulance until he was close enough for Alex to see him flip him off.

[camaro-and-smokes]

Pretty (wo)man

Chapter 12: (you don't have to) Put on the Red Light

Tags and warnings for this chapter: Graphic depictions of violence, blood, attempted rape/non-con, date rape drugs/roofies

Notes: Here we are, at the end of this story. I'm letting go of these two reluctantly, but knowing that by finishing this story there will be space inside my head for new ones to tell. Thank you to everyone who's read the story, given lovely comments and fed me with kudos. I love you all 💜 Title from the iconic song 'Roxanne' by The Police.

Moodboard by the lovely @a-redharlequin 💜

Summary: Billy finds himself in a situation he hoped never to get into again.

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“So, an ambulance is being called anonymously and over the call, the ambulance is told to take the prostitutes to that hospital,” Tommy explained. “They're treated like any other patient there, privately, top-notch style and not allowing them to see anyone else but their designated nurse and the doctor. When they've healed, they're sent home with a big stack of money. Most have severe memory issues and they can't really remember anything from that night they were brought in. So, yeah, the guy is some big-shot who has the money and the means.” “Fuck,” Steve spat. “Any idea who?” “Well, there's been seven of these and each one has been fully treated, operated if needed and then sent home with 10 000 dollars. That bill has to be in the hundreds and the guy is willing to spend that on a whore for one night. You tell me.” Steve thought for a moment. He knew a lot of businessmen who could have the means. But several times, just one night and, yes, a whore. They had to have a lot of loose money... His breathing halted at the sudden realisation.

Shit.

“Gotta go,” he said to the phone. “Shit, shit, SHIT!” he muttered to himself as he ran towards the front deck. He shouldn't have left Billy alone. When he entered the deck, he couldn't see Billy anywhere. He ran to Heather. “Have you seen Billy?” Heather looked up at him. Her eyes were swimming a little of all the champagne she'd probably been drinking. “Uh... Yeah, he was here with me...” She looked around, surprised that she didn't see Billy with him at the table. “When?” Steve asked urgently. Heather blinked quickly, and her gaze seemed to sharpen a little. “Um, I'm not sure.” She looked at her glass that was half full. “I think it was before I went to get this drink. I got caught up with flirting with one of the bestmen...” “Fuck!” Steve spat and tried to think. Maybe Billy felt sick and went to their cabin. That would be the most likely case. He should check that first. If he was being done something to him, that would also be the most likely place. He started running towards the doors and into the staircase.

“Ah, we're here. Come on,” Charles said and helped Billy into the cabin. Billy blinked rapidly, trying to clear his vision, desperately trying to make any details of the cabin. “This...isn't my cabin,” he said, confused, as the man helped him on the bed. “You're right. This is not your cabin. It’s mine.” The quiet dread that had been swirling in Billy’s stomach hit his whole body at once as Charles pushed him, making him stumble backwards and fall on a bed. The world made several somersaults in his head at the quick movement and he felt panic raising within him. “I know you,” he groaned, trying to get back up. His arms failed him and he slid back on his back onto the mattress. “I must know you from somewhere else,” he slurred desperately. “Yes, I would hope so, William. The scars... I enjoyed making them, they were beautiful. I’m sure you still have them. Don’t you, Sweetie?” Fear filled Billy's whole body. “No...no, no, no... Not you,” he repeated again and again, and tried desperately to get up. “You motherfucker...”

-oOo-

Steve barged through the cabin door. He turned the lights on and saw the untouched bed in front of him. Everything was just as they had left it. His hope of finding Billy safe and sound snuffed away and icy dread and desperation placed it.

“Fuck!” he shouted and ran back to the staircase, striding up two-three stairs at a time all the way to the third floor.

-oOo-

Charles laughed a cold, emotionless laugh. “You were easy then, you're easy now. Nothing but a cheap whore,” he snarled. He pushed Billy back down on his back on the bed, climbing on top of him and hastily pulled the hem of the dress up, ripping it. “Oh la la, going commando!” Charles plunged his hand between Billy’s legs and groped his dick and testicles. Billy squeezed his eyes shut. This is not happening, he tried to tell himself. This is just a nightmare, just a nightmare. When Charles’ hand reached Billy’s hole, he laughed with glee. “And a plug too? My my, just waiting for someone to fuck you, aren't you? Oh, you still can make a man so hard with so little, Sweetie.” Billy tried to push Charles away, but he was weak, and when he tried to turn on his side, he was easily pushed back by Charles. “I'm not...for sale...anymore,” he croaked. “Oh, please. Of course you are. I'm sure Steve was very generous. Especially with the stones. I bet you put the plug on only after he gave them to you,” Charles laughed. “But you're worth everything he’s throwing at you. I would know,” Charles said, forcing himself on Billy and kissing him violently. When Billy tried to push the older man away again, the man smacked Billy hard with an open palm. “Yes, keep fighting back. I like it,” he said cheerily. Billy’s teeth clanked together with the smack and he tasted the blood that erupted from a wound in his cheek that resulted. He felt his consciousness fading, but he managed to spit the blood on Charles' face, for he was too weak to do anything else. The older man laughed. “That's the spirit! I remember you liked this last time, too.” He plunged his hand between Billy's legs and yanked the plug out, making Billy grimace. “I so like it you were ready for me.” “It wasn't for you, you asshole,” Billy slurred, tears already stinging his eyes, still trying to push the man away. “Maybe not, but I'm the one taking you,” Charles hissed, and leaned up just enough to unzip his pants and pull out his dick. The tears fell on Billy’s cheeks. He felt utterly hopeless for having the same man raping him again, exactly the same way he did the last time: drugging him. He was only hoping that Charles would just rape him and not torture him in any other way like he did the last time. Despite the horror, Billy felt his consciousness and the fight in him fading away as he lulled into unconsciousness.

-oOo-

When Steve reached the upper deck, he saw that there were six suites there. He frantically tried every and each door and listened if there were any alarming sounds coming through. Once he got to the final suite door, he heard sounds of groaning through it. Since it was locked, he kicked the door as hard as he could and it swung open.

Billy was lying on the bed limply, his eyes closed, head lulling on the side, his mouth hanging open – clearly unconscious – and Charles on top of him, looking at Steve, surprised.

“Get the fuck away from him, you piece of shit!” Steve shouted and attacked Charles, hitting him on his cheek. Blood spattered from Charles' mouth and he pulled back from Billy, losing his balance and falling onto the floor. He spat out blood before he started cackling manically. “You bought yourself a whore. A whore!” he howled. “You drugged and raped him!” Steve shouted, attacking the man again and punching him in the face again and again. Charles' cackles toned down. When he managed to take a breath between Steve's punches, he groaned, “I did no such thing.” Steve grabbed Charles' jaw in his hand, squeezing it tightly, and turned it to make him look at Billy's limp form on the bed. “Look at him! You drugged him and were about to rape him. Just like you did back then!” “You know nothing, boy,” Charles sneered and tried to get Steve to let go of him. Steve hit the older man again, making him fall back and curl on the floor. “Stay the fuck down!” he bellowed. “I might've not have evidence for the other time, but this I witnessed myself. You're going down!” He attacked Charles again and again, hitting and kicking him.

Suddenly, someone grabbed Steve's arms and pulled him away from Charles. “Stop it. Right now,” a calm but stern voice of the man who was holding Steve said. It was the captain. “We'll take it from here.” Steve pulled himself free of the captains hold and rushed to check on Billy. The ship's nurse was already checking on Billy, pointing a flashlight into his eyes and checking his vitals. “How is he?” Steve asked, worried. “He needs help. Probably he's been drugged with some rape drug. I'll call the air medical service to pick him up and take him to a hospital. We should be close enough to Miami for that already.” “Can I go with him?” The nurse nodded. “Sure. I think it would be best for someone who knows him to fly with him.”

-oOo-

Billy was released from the Mount Sinai Medical Center in Miami two days later. Steve tried to help Billy get up from the bed, but Billy pushed him away. “I'm just a little bruised,” Billy laughed. “It's not like I got stitches in nasty places this time. I'll live through these.” “I'm just trying to help,” Steve said with a small smile as he looked at Billy, who started going through his clothes in the luggage Steve had brought with him. “I'm not sure you can wear the dress again, though. It was pretty badly torn.” Billy's smile faltered, and he stopped rummaging the suitcase, looking down at the garment that was in his hands. “I never want to see that dress again,” he whispered. Steve nodded. “We'll get you other dresses. New ones.” Billy let out a laugh, and he looked at Steve with sad eyes. “We're from different worlds. I wouldn't fit in yours, and you wouldn't want to get into mine.” Steve smiled and reached out his hand to brush Billy's arm. “Can I be the judge of that?” Billy looked back at the garment in his hands. “Are you sure?” he asked quietly. Steve cupped Billy's chin in his hand and turned it gently so that their eyes met. “I want you,” he said softly. “No one else. And you'll fit my world just fine. There's no need for you to put on the red light anymore.”

[of-twilight-and-moonshadow]

Always There - Marcel Barthel x Reader

Figured I’d get the Marcel one out of my way while I could. I’ve been having some German feels for a while (who can blame me though? )

I do apologize now for any INCORRECT translations. I do NOT know German well enough, I know about 5-6 words and that’s it. (Yes, No, Hello, Love, Ambulance and Hospital. The necessities) 

Y/N = Your name

If you don’t like Ember Moon, Kacy or Kayden, feel free to think up your own NXT roommate situation for a TakeOver event. That’s where I thought this would be at -shrug- 

EDITED IN: Original Tag List @starwithaheart​ @shedevill22 @amourseculier @regalbanshee​ 

Tagging those who Requested Marcel!  @barthelsimperium

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Letting out a deep breath, I glanced over at the digital clock next to the bed I was sharing with Ember. The red light read 3:29. Frowning, I looked at my other two roommates, Kacey and Kayden, who were also fast asleep much like Ember.

“So unfair…” I sighed.

This was now night three of no sleep. I knew I had to do something—if it kept going, Hunter was bound to realize, and not only that I could accidentally hurt someone in the ring. What could I do though?

Back home, I’d get up and make myself busy—but I didn’t want to wake up my friends.

Friends…

“Just find me, liebe. I don’t care what the time is!”

Marcel’s words came crashing into my fore-thought, causing me to purse my lips. I couldn’t actually just stroll to his room and wake him up at this ungodly hour… could I? Ember would never let me live it down, if she found out I went to his room this late at night. She’s the only one I have ever told my feelings towards. The only one who knew I loved Marcel, my impeccable German.

On screen, he was cold, cunning, methodical and egotistical. Behind the screen though? Marcel Barthel was the funniest, kindest and most considerate guy I had ever known. Our friendship had started out a bit oddly, as somehow his suitcase had ended up in the women’s locker room and I, of course, was the one to return it to him. He was clearly confused and embarrassed, but thankful all the same. I had cracked a joke that if he wanted to spend time with me all he had to do was ask—and upon hearing the chuckle from Fabian, I quickly excused myself in embarrassment, barely hearing Marcel speak to Fabian as I left.

“Lach nicht uber sie!”  ((ts: Don’t laugh at them))

Later that night, Marcel had found me backstage, quickly taking a seat beside me and leaning back slightly.

“You said if I wanted to spend time, all I need to do was ask,” he explained, causing me to go red from embarrassment.

“I-it was a joke… You don’t have to—”

“You may have been joking, but I’m not, Kleiner.”  ((ts: little one)) 

“I…. have no idea what that means.”

He only laughed in response, shaking his head slightly, promising me,” I’ll teach you some words.”

I smiled at the memory, before glancing a risk at the clock once more.

3:36

Fuck it, I decided. Carefully as I could, I pushed back the covers and climbed out of the warm cocoon I had made. Grabbing my wallet on the way by the tv stand, I tiptoed to the door and as quietly as I could, opened the door and snuck out, closing it with a soft click behind me. Gnawing on my bottom lip as I walked up the steps to the floor above, I thought about how close Marcel was to me—how close in my heart he always was.

Holidays, bright and early (even despite time zone differences) we’d be the first to wish one another a happy holiday; happy birthday—new years. When we’d both be at an event, we’d seek the other one out.

Marcel hadn’t taught me the translation for liebe yet, but since he was always calling me it, I had decided to ask Fabian one night, when Marcel was off getting something to drink.

“Heh, I don’t think I should be the one to tell you, Principessa.”  ((ts: Princess))

“Oh, come on—please? If you don’t I’ll just look it up online. C’mon Fabian, please?”

“Alright, alright—love,” Fabian answered, his eyes going over my shoulder for a second, before his voice lowered,” Liebe means love.”

Love.

Did it mean Marcel loved me the same way I did him? Probably not.

But it still made me feel happy, like I mattered to at least someone. Coming to a stop at room 329, I took a deep breath and knocked lightly on the door.

Five seconds.

Ten seconds.

Twenty-five seconds.

Nothing.

Swallowing the lump in my throat and fighting the urge to just go back downstairs to my own room, I tentatively knocked once again, two short, soft bumps on the door.

Five seconds.

Ten—

The door opened slowly, catching me by surprise as I looked up from the floor. There before me stood a hooded-eyed, bed-headed Marcel, and I felt my breath catch in my throat. When he realized who it was, he seemed to wake up a bit.

“Liebe? Is everything In Ordnung?”    ((ts: alright))

“Uh, yeah. No. It’s fine…. Uh… I just… you said to…” Everything I said was coming out jumbled, and I could see Marcel trying to make sense of it all,” Sorry I bothered you this late—I’ll just—sorry, go back to sleep—” I turned to walk away, but stopped short when I heard his voice call my name.

“Y/N.”

“I’m sorry, please, just—go back—”

“Hör auf, dich zu entschuldigen!” I heard Marcel snap, before his voice softened,” Komm schon, come.”   ((ts: Stop apologizing / come on))

With uncertain steps, I slowly walked back over to his open door, shivers running down my spine when I felt his hand gently rest on my back, ushering me in at my own pace.

“Couldn’t sleep?” Marcel asked as he closed the door behind us.

I shook my head, unsure if he could even see it in the darkness of the room,” Sorry, I just—”

“Liebe—stop saying sorry.”

Without needing to see him, I knew there was a frown on his face.

“Sor–…..”

In the darkness, I heard him give a small sigh, before suddenly, I felt his arms wrap around me and pull me close to him,” I told you, you can come to me at times like this. There’s no need to apologize for it.”

“It’s just… it’s so late—or… early—I didn’t want to wake you up…”

“Don’t worry about that, okay? Come, make yourself comfortable.”

I felt his hand gently take my own and lead me towards the bed.

“W—what about Fabian? Will he—”

“Don’t worry about him, liebe,” Marcel gave a soft chuckle,” He’s a deep sleeper.” His hand left mine, and I could hear him get back into his bed.

Do I?

Don’t I?

“You won’t have a chance to get any sleep standing there, come on.” I heard him pat the space beside him and I was beyond grateful for the darkness in the room- otherwise he would be able to see how red my face was right now. Slowly, I peeled back the covers on the empty side and slid underneath, careful to not touch Marcel in anyway- which he must have noticed.

“I don’t bite, liebe.”

“Why do you call me that?” I blurted out before I could stop myself. I had to know—needed to know. Marcel grew quiet for a few moments and I feared he wouldn’t answer me, until I felt his hand gently creep over mine once more and slowly pull me towards him. Wordlessly, I felt him softly pull me as close to his body as possible, laying right beside him, my head on his bare chest.

“Because… Du bedeute mir die Welt…I love you…” I could hear the uncertainty and the hope in his statement, and I couldn’t help the smile the slowly grew on my face,” We’ll talk more tomorrow, liebe. For now… get some sleep.”   ((ts: You mean the world to me))

Slowly nodding my head, I let my body relax into his embrace and before I knew it my eyes got heavy—and as I drifted off to sleep, I felt him press a gentle kiss to my forehead.

No more sleepless nights, no more uncertainty.

I was loved.

[stoopid-noah]

So on July 14 of 2020 I lost my left middle finger by trying to fetch a ball from my pal's dog he threw over a fence the day before.

Here is the full story:

It was raining and half way over the fence I decided to ditch the idea, since the fence was fairly slippery and I 'didn't want to get hurt' lmao.

So on my way back down I obviously slipped, my ring got caught on the fence and degloved my left middle finger.

I felt a hard tug, no pain at first, tho I had a feeling what just happened... My first thought was: "Do I look at my hand or do I just go home?" Obviously, I looked down and "fuck." was the first thing I said.

I grabbed the bone and remaining flesh with my unharmed hand, to stop the bleeding and looked at my friend (the one with the dog).

I calmly told him: "[Name], don't panic but my finger is gone, call an ambulance. I will lay down on the ground now, okay?" At first he thought I was fucking with him and didn't believe me. Because I stayed strangely calm since he has severe panic attacks and I didn't want him to get one in this situation, since that would be anything but beneficial for the both of us. He only realized I was for real, when he saw red liquid dripping out my hand.

My friend hastily rung all the doorbells of the Apartment building across the street, to ask someone to call an ambulance. (I didn't have my phone on me he had his phone, but forgot that you can call emergency numbers even without mobile credit.)

At one point a guy rode past us on his bike, Martin tried to flag him down, yelling something along the lines of: "Hey, could you please call an ambulance? He (gesturing at me, lying on the ground, bleeding) lost- had an accident." And I'll never forget this mans answer, after throwing one glance at me, in a cheery sing-sang voice he just said: "Noo, I don't have time, sorryy.~" while riding of with the brightest smile. That is still the funniest thing to me lmao. That guy had a great day and was not willing to care for anything or anyone else. Honestly.. Good for him!

Anyways, back to the ambulance-calling problem..

My friend managed to get an old lady to step out on the balcony, where she could see me and she called an ambulance right away.. Well she actually got a little confused and called the police, but they informed the hospital to send an ambulance.

Another lady also approached me to just be there for me, I think. She just rubbed my back and tried to comfort me, which was really sweet. Especially seeing she was the one crying, overwhelmed by the situation. She also shielded me from the rain by covering me with her umbrella. I hope shes okay, she was an absolut Sweetheart.

I was lucky (I guess?) since a woman who lived across the street I was laying on saw me through the window and came to check out what happened. And wouldn't you know, she was a nurse! She introduced herself to me as such, stating: "Hey, I saw you through my window, are you okay? I might be able to help. I'm a nurse and brought my first aid kit, what happened?" So I detailed the incident to her and showed her my injury. Upon seeing my mangled hand she let out an audible gasp and a whispered: "oh, fuck." At which I couldn't help but laugh, saying: " 'oh, fuck'? As a nurse? It's that bad, huh?". She apologized and tried to back paddle a bit, I think she was trying to not freak me out to much, saying something along the lines of: "No, it's just- I just didn't expect that." To which I replied: "Well, to be fair, I  basically had the same reaction, so it's alright." The kind nurse bandaged me up and waited for the ambulance with us.

At that point the pain was pretty bad but not to much to handle. I mainly focused on my friend, constantly telling him to: "Stay calm and breathe!" since "I can't bleed out, so it's alright."

The ambulance (and police) arrived about 15 minutes after the call (they normally would've been there faster but we had a lot of road work in the area at the time). The officers tried to figure out what happened and kept asking weird questions like: "Did your friend pull you down?", "Did the dog eat the finger?" and "Did the dog pull you down?" Etc.. They also 'searched?' for my finger (they basically just looked in and around the bush where it happened from a distance for like thirty seconds lmao) and said they couldn't find it, so no finger saving for me. The EMT's knocked me out with some seriously good shit and drove me to the hospital. At that point the shock settled, I went in and out of consciousness. At the ER they gave me local anesthesia by shoving a needle in my mangled finger and shooting some thick liquid in there... THAT was the most pain I ever felt in my life so far. But right away, just milliseconds after, no pain at all.

In this moment I actually got to look at it in depth for the first time. It looked gnarly. Most of my skin and flesh was gone but the two bigger bones (wich where astonishingly bright white) of the finger as well as the main tendon where still intact. I could actually move my fucking bone-finger!! So I did just that, opening and closing my hand in awe, observing how exactly 'the strings work'. It was fascinating! 

They also took some pictures and I will try to message managed to message the clinic for the photos of the degloved finger because... YES. You can find the link to those photos at the end of this post.

They gave me another local anesthetic, for the operation, this time numbing the whole arm. They couldn't put me under since I've already eaten that day.

Even though my finger couldn't be 'saved' since they 'couldn't find it'. I found the ring three days after the incident tho so that's cool, I guess.

I asked if I was allowed to 'keep' the bones they removed but the doctor said: "That's not allowed, since it's a bio hazard." (Stupid German laws).

They send me home the next day and I got a cute little tattoo after everything healed up nice. (A little pair of scissors on a dashed line, because I'm funny like that.)

When I got home I picked up my dog from my friends apartment (yes, the same friend) and the first thing I said to him was "pew pew" while doing the Spider-Man 'web shooting gesture' with my hand.

I don't really have many long lasting difficulties in regards to the missing finger except for occasional phantom pain or the even worse phantom itch. Both of which mainly occur when the weather switches.

I'm a pretty positive person, so I'm just thankful that it was only one finger and a unessential one, on my non-dominant hand at that.

All in all I'd give the situation a solid 7 /10.

Pos. (+)

The hospital food was good.

The staff was nice.

Neg. (-)

I'm still a little salty about not being able to take my own bones home

I physically cringe every time I think about the incident. (Wich is annoying because I basically live next to the place it happened and have to see that darn fence daily.)

Indiff. (¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯)

The pain was manageable.

If you have any questions, feel free to ask!

And, as promised: → here ← are pictures of the injury if you're interested!

Unfortunately I don't have any better Pictures or photos, now do I have the digital files of these pictures :(

✧⁠(Sorry for any spelling errors I may have missed, English is not my first language.)✧

[esta-elavaris]

I need to tell you guys what happened today bc I laughed til I fckn cried.

My aunt's ex husband considers himself an electrician (and a carpenter, and a plumber). He does all of these things badly, and whatever money might've been saved by letting him do these things is immediately lost tenfold paying people to fix what he fucked up.

Last week he fucked with an electrical socket here, it ended up burning out, we lost power for half a day, and at mine and my brother's urging, my grandparents called an electrician round to have a look at it so it doesn't cause a house fire.

We're told the guy will turn up at 2. Bang on 2 o'clock, there's a knock at the front door. I'm listening to this interaction from another room as my grandfather answered the door. Guy greets him with "hello, neighbour!" - kinda weird, but whatever, I'm also socially awkward, it is what it is.

My granda goes "come in, son, and I'll explain to you what's happened" -- guy immediately goes "talk to me" and follows him inside, allowing him and my grandmother to show him around the electrical socket that caused the problem, another that was flagged as a risk by the last electrician here who fixed the power outage, and then all of the switches that turn the mains on and off, humming and nodding along as they explain everything.

Guy then goes "I don't really know too much about it, so I might need to get somebody in who knows about electrics". I'm in the other room thinking "lmao wat, how r u an electrician then lad", and there's a brief pause as you can tell my grandparents are wondering how to even take that. During this pause, the guy goes "oh, there's my parcel there!" - talking about a parcel that had been left here for a neighbour a few doors down earlier on.

As he says that, there's a knock at the door. The electrician has arrived.

The original guy was the son of the neighbour (my grandparents know her, but have not met him, which is why they didn't realise who he was), came here to pick up a parcel, and just happily completely rolled with it when they took him inside and started showing him electrical outlets and describing the problems they've been having.

By this point, I am doubled over, I am crying, I cannot breathe - my brother runs into my room to see if I've heard it, also crying, also doubled over, also unable to breath for a solid 10+ minutes. The story produces the same effect in the actual electrician, as they let him in and tell him what just happened. Happily he does know quite a bit about electrics and fixes the problem.

An actual fuckign sitcom moment. I thought I was going to need an ambulance.