#I have always have a pocket knife on me😁

[ratedfleur]

i'm obsessed with scream rn and i'm thinking abt ghostface!wonyoung.. that woman is so—[gunshots]

I JUST NEED TO SCREAM RNNNNN!!!!! also i feel like this is messy so! and i added this post i saw on x which pretty much gave me an idea for this request soooo 😁

🔞 under the cut: bloody themes, ghostface, knives, blood.

okay so ghostface!wonyoung right? i just thought of her being a part of the photography club and she’d be the president because of her experience and portfolios. one thing about wonyoung and her works is that they were either gore themed or bloody.

her co-members praised her for her creative eye, always capturing her art in such a captivating way. the backdrop would be so simple and yet it would send a shiver up your spine once you saw her model. her models would be women and only women, her model would be unclothed as she lied on the floor, eyes all drained out with no signs of life with her body covered up in blood.

“oh no, it’s just that my models are just good at what they do.” wonyoung smiles when one of the members compliment her work, pointing out parts and bits that they liked meanwhile wonyoung simply listened and agreed.

“you need to send me at least one of their numbers, i need to shoot with them too.” sunghoon commented as he nudged wonyoung’s arm. the woman laughs as she shook her head, “they only work for me, oppa.” she chuckles.

you knew something was up, it was eerie how the ghostface reports would be put up in the newspapers right at the same time that wonyoung would send her portfolios in for approval.

nobody batted an eye, everyone had their own suspicions on who the ghostface was and their fingers would never point wonyoung.

deciding to follow wonyoung after she left the building, you trailed behind her merely a few steps away, close and yet far enough for wonyoung not to notice you. your strides become bigger as wonyoung picks up the pace as she crossed the street, head high as people looked her way.

feeling your phone buzz in your pocket, you take it out as you answered your phone, “hello? no, i’m home. i’m just busy with the club, i don’t have a portfolio for the month so i’ll call—“ you say before someone pulls your arm, pushing you into a dark alleyway. a hand quickly snatches your phone and slams it on the floor, making you gasp as you looked up and saw wonyoung standing in front of you, eyes staring right into your soul as she looked down on you.

"why the fuck are you following me around, ____?" wonyoung spat at you as she stared you down, eyes piercing and terrifying as you looked up at her with your own shaky ones. you blinked profusely as you tried to look for a way out, "i-i.." "you what, you little rat?" wonyoung spat once more.

seeing that you were unable to speak, wonyoung scoffs as she corners you into the wall, head still held up high as she looked down on you, “it’s because you’re jealous of me, huh? you want to be president of the club that’s why you’re trying to look for holes in my career.” wonyoung smiles sinisterly, orbs of brown shining with something else.

“it’s not like that—“ you say before she interrupts you once more, “then what the fuck is it, ____?” wonyoung replies as her face falls into a stoic expression.

“what? are you curious about how i work? is that how desperate you’ve become to try and beat me?” wonyoung exclaims, throwing her hands in the air like a maniac as she cackled— then her face falls flat, eyes no longer full of any life.

unable to respond, you watched as wonyoung silently turned around before she faced you. to your horror, thee ghostface was standing in front of you, “what if i tell you that all of those models were my victims?” the voice says— real voice hidden and morphed through the voice box in the mask.

“do you want to be next since you’re that curious?” ghostface says to you as she takes a knife out of her black coat, the knife shines under the white light in the alleyway, tip sharp enough to cut after one soft touch.

gulping a ball of saliva, you start to panic once wonyoung ghostface starts to walk over to you, knife facing you as she came close. you gasp when you feel it poking your shirt, close enough for you to feel it’s presence.

“stay silent about your little discovery and i’ll step down from president, take it for all i fucking care." ghostface says as she fiddles with the knife’s handle, making the tip nip a small cut on your shirt when she pushes it slightly. ghostface reaches up to push her mask up, revealing wonyoung’s face once more, “got it?” wonyoung says firmly as you nodded, eyes brimming with tears as her knifes digs past your shirt and into your skin, leaving a cut on your stomach.

“good.” wonyoung says as she stashes her knife back into her coat and her mask back into her bag, she steps away from you with her eyes full of fury and warning as she leaves you in the alley, knees all shaky before you fell to the ground, still in disbelief about what occurred.

[adventuringblind]

The Edge of the Knife

Daniel Ricciardo x Reader

Genre: Smut

Summary: Sometimes, pain is the only sense of control she has. So, she gives that to Daniel too.

Warnings: SH is mentioned but not described, fingering, bandage, knife play, branding, dom/sub dynamics, gentle Daniel, PinV, everything is consensual and very safe

Notes: Listen, y'all, this is probably the best thing I've ever written. I fell in love with this so fast. Also, I promise I'm working on requests! I just also have to find time to write things for me as well 😁

Masterlist

She wouldn't say Daniel is possessive. He doesn't care if she talks to other guys. Hardly gets jealous. Only intervenes if he can see she's uncomfortable.

He does, however, like to show her off. Show people she's his in the more unconventional ways. Hickeys and bite marks are the way he normally claims her. It wards off the unwanted attention and he gets to be smug about showing people she's his.

She loves it. Bathes in his adoration and want of people knowing she's his. He's always telling people how amazing she is to the point where Max even gets fed up with him because he's so smitten.

She is really his everything. Would give her the moon and stars ig she asked. He wants to show everyone she's his in every way.

The problem is, hickeys and bite marks aren't permanent and a tattoo is nice (he has many) but it's not as personal. It doesn't feel the same.

Now, on her end, she feels the same way. But she'd never say this to him. The fear of rejection outweighs the desire for him to make her his in a permanent way.

Her past isn't an easy one. It's not something she talks about often. It's heavy and she doesn't like thinking to much on it if she can help it.

The edge of the knife has been her attempt at regaining control. A pain she chooses in a life that hasn't ever given her a choice. It's not a good habit and she's aware of it. Daniel has done a good job of keeping her mind occupied enough. Even helping her find other healthy habits.

Yet her mind still wanders back to that place. That desire to choose where and when she feels pain. That desire to retain control over at least that one thing.

It's on a particularly hard day when she finally goes to Daniel. She'd been stressed beyond what she could handle. The weight of the world sitting uninvited on her chest.

He'd noticed this; Daniel is an observant person.

Her mind had wandered to distant and dark places. The depths she shouldn't wander to. She walks gently over to Daniel where he sits absentmindedly flipping the switchblade in his hands. Most likely double checking he still had it and it hasn't fallen into her bored hands.

When Daniel takes notice of her just standing in wait, he puts the knife away safely in his pocket and opens his arms to her.

The tears flow freely then, soaking into his shirt like it's a towel. His fingers run along her spine, shoulder, arm, and her legs. "What's wrong, baby?"

"Life's just hard right now." She admits through choked sobs.

Daniel hums into her neck. "Do you want something specific to help?"

She hesitates. This could be to her detriment. But she wants the knife on her skin so badly she's willing to beg for it. So, she takes a deep breath and prepares herself for whatever happens.

"I want you to mark me. Permanently." She cringes away from him. Though it's pointless, Daniel simply drags her gaze back to him with a hand layed gently on her cheek.

"I want you to be very specific. Do you want me to brand you with the knife?" He sounds serious, but there is a look of excitement in his eyes that betray his calm demeanor.

She shakes her head yes, assuming that will suffice.

"Words baby." She assumed wrong.

"I want you to carve me with your knife. I want you to mark me permanently. Want you to make me yours, Danny."

They eye contact he holds with her is gentle and considerate. She can see him mulling through his thoughts. His hand moves to her left hip, his fingers tracing things against it.

"How you you feel about the number three? Make you the only lucky charm I'd ever need."

She almost falls out of his lap. "Yes please." It's something like a whine mixed with a beg. It's desperate but she could care less.

"Now, I know this might be scary, so do you want me to have complete control over you? Or shall we skip that for tonight?"

"No please, I need you to take the control away. If you do it then I can't anymore. It'll be like ruining something intimate after."

"Then give me a few minutes. I want you waiting on the bed when I come back."

It doesn't take long to strip of her clothes as asked. Her mind wanders to what he could need that not in there bedroom already. She runs through a mental list in her head, but her thoughts are cut short by Daniel sneaking back into the room softly.

"Fuck love, you're sitting so pretty for me. My beautiful girl."

He's beaming at her. She can feel the blush on her face rise to her ears. Mostly because of the compliments, but also because of what he returned to her with. Daniel places some darker colored towels, water, and first aid supplies on the nightstand. It makes her swoon. Seeing him care so much and so willing to do this for her.

"I'm gonna tie you up now, okay baby?"

"Okay."

"Color?"

"Green."

Always attentive. Always checking in with her.

He takes his time securing her wrists to the headboard. There is no escape now. Daniel reassures her many times that she can back out. There is no shame in that. Then he kisses every inch of her body. Praises her for being so brave. "My beautiful girl, being so brave for me, letting me show the world your mine."

She's no longer in the darkest portions of her mind. She's given up to the voice of Daniel. Submitted her mind and body to him, letting him take car of her how he deems fit.

Her legs are not secured. She assumes that it's something to do either future plans. For now, he spreads her legs and places wet kisses and small bites around the space she needs him most.

She cries in relief when his tongue flicks her clit woth kitten licks. Her moans grow as he laps at her like a man who's starving. She repeats his name like she's praying to give her the release she desperately craves.

Its messy, but it's amazing. Daniel's hands place pressure on both her knees to keep them down. The tremors shaking through her body make her legs want to cage him there.

The rapidly building release stops suddenly. She bucks her hips I'm utter disappointment. She wants more of him. She needs more of him.

"You're doing so good for me baby. You'll get to cum, Just not yet." He winks. It makes her fall into that fuzzy, floaty headspace even more.

Daniel maneuvers their bodies into an odd position. Her left side is facing the ceiling but he has her looking at him. Her left leg is bent so he can still have access to her aching a needy heat.

His fingers are slow to fill her. Two, but with his rings on it feels like more to her.

"Are you sure you want this love? You're sure you want to show off that you're my girl?"

"Please Danny. I want this. I need this. Let the world know I'm only yours." She moans out. It's mildly slurred but she knows he understands. There is a glint in his eyes that it excited. His pupils are wide with arousal. His lips twitch up in that award winning smile she loves so much. It doesn't help she can feel how hard he is through his shorts.

Daniel loses his shirt, but his shorts stay on for the moment. Then he curls his fingers back into her, capturing her lips as he does. It's a sloppy and wet kiss that he spends dominating her lips. It's filled with love and passion, which is normal for them, but this one feels different. There is something primal about it.

His fingers do a number on her. He knows her body so well that his fingers work on autopilot. Daniel pulls away from the kiss and pulls out the switchblade in his pocket. He holds eye contact while gently tracing the outline of the three he plans on carving into her skin.

The cold of the metal against her skin pulls another breathy moan out of her. "You like how the feels baby? You like knowing I'm gonna make you mine?" If she could moan any louder it would alert the whole of Monaco.

"Danny I'm-"

"Shhhh, it's okay baby, let me take care of you."

It's startling, being three seconds away from the plunging her body and soul into endless pleasure and having the knife press deep into her flesh.

Three seconds becomes zero and the cliff falls out from beneath her. She scream his name as his fingers work her endlessly into overstimulation and the knife continues its path.

She can't hear. She can't see. Her mind is overrun with emotion. Her muscles contract as her nerves catch fire.

She can vaguely hear the man she loves talking her through it. The contrast between the filthy but loving words he uses only sends her further into submission.

Finally, his fingers slow and the knife is no longer touching her. She can hear in click closed an set on the nightstand.

She's just crying at this point in a writhing mess of pain and pleasure.

Then Daniel does something she's not expecting. His tongue hits the area of her hip that's now leaking crimson. It's animalistic the way he licks the wound clean. It's aggressive the way his fingers leave her just for his hand to find the wound and make her cry out ad he applies pressure. It's primal how his red coated lips find hers. His free hand wipes away her tears as he sings her praises. Her mind can only find him in the fog as he claims her as his over, and over again.

She watches with intrigue as the rest of his clothes fall to the ground. As his hands are wiped off on one of the towels that he then places under her. The goal to catch the excess blood running down her side.

Is a mix of gentle and possessive as he fucks her into the sheets. Her body and the mattress becoming one.

It's loving and beautiful. It sparks every positive emotion in her. The sting in her hip numbed from the feeling of Daniel flush against her skin. His hips rocking rhythmically and hitting every place she needs him.

She's lost by the time he finishes. His voice the only thing making sense in her head. She almost cries when she can no longer feel his skin of hers. The feeling of him gone more painful then the ache on her side.

"I'm here baby. We have to clean you up now, okay? Gotta keep my mark from getting infected."

He's gentle with her body as he cleans it. Though, she still hisses in pain as he works through disinfecting everything and plastering medical tape over it.

"You're so beautiful baby. Can't believe you're all mine. My everything. The love of my life. And now the only lucky charm I'll ever need."

The next morning is filled with sweet kisses and gentle looks. Daniel has to stop her from just ripping the bandage off and staring at the mark for hours. He simply keeps her hands busy in other ways.

When Daniel deems it safe to pull the bandage off, he's the one to do it. Nothing but lobe and adoration fills both of them as they see the, currently stabbed, mark on her hip. He places small kisses down the length of it.

In reality, the mark is only visible to them. But Max had invited them to swim and Daniel wasn't going to let the opportunity go to waste.

Did he get her a bikini that revealed more then neccecary? Yes. Is she wearing it and basking in his attention? Also yes. Something about the way he hypes her up just drives her confidence levels up.

Is everyone a little concerned when they see a very obvious scar of the number three on her hip? Again, yes. That concern quickly dies down when they see how happy she is when Daniel traces his fingers over it.

Max comes and asks teases them about it eventually. "I didn't know you were into that kind of thing!" He laughs.

Daniel looks between him and a certain Monegasque. "Mhmm, like you would do the same with your whole name to a certain someone." Her and Daniel laugh as Max turns a bright shade of red.

[dark-corner-cunning]

Poppet Retribution Magick: Unleashing A Bellyful of Misfortune To Bring Financial Ruin

Update 5/7/24: My friend contacted me last night to let me know that Father has reached out and told them they could feel their pain and it has been weighing on him. 😁 He also wants to reconcile! This is exciting news for them and a new opportunity for them to build a relationship and heal together. Once I get the "Ok" from my friend I will release Father from his poppet.

Reader’s Notes: This working was originally constructed for a friend who wanted retribution against their father who abandoned and neglected them during childhood. They opted to hit their father where it would hurt him the most... his pockets... by any means necessary! We decided to go with a less intense sickness working and a working that reflected the weight of my friend's pain and sadness they have carried over the years. Also, if baneful, retribution or justice magick isn’t your jam…just quietly scroll on!! As always, feel free to take what resonates and leave the rest!

I did this working in alignment with the Solar Eclipse for more energy.

Please use safety as always with any working. This working uses fire, a sharp knife, and spicy pepper flakes.

Lastly, I am a "Words" witch... I love words of power (Mercury in my 10th house). You can always opt for no-words or you can record the sayings beforehand and play them on repeat at that step that requires that saying so that you can focus on the actions and energy.

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When a father walks out on his family, it can feel like the ultimate betrayal. The pain and trauma caused by his abandonment can have lasting effects on everyone involved. But for those who believe in the powers of witchcraft, there may be a way to not only cope with the misfortune of a father's abandonment but also to seek justice for his greed and neglect. This is where witchcraft comes in.

Ingredients:

Mix all the ingredients from the 1st group in a bowl (except the roaches, snakeskin, and thorns) before stuffing. Be aware that the pepper flakes can and will burn your eyes, possibly your skin, and make your nose run.

Thorns – cursing & hexing, pain, discomfort

Stones – pain & discomfort.. I went with 9

Spiderwebs – ensnaring, halting, binding

Ash – suffocation

Wormwood – strife & misfortune

Stagnant Water – rut, stagnate, failed plans

Snakeskin – inhibits growth

Helter Skelter/Cursing Oil – destruction

Dead/Rotting Roaches – causes hardship, strife, infestation of sickness

Poppy Seed – confusion

Mustard Seed -disruption, prevent help

Hot Pepper/Red Pepper Flakes – accelerates, burns

Boneset – cursing

Apple of Peru/Shoo-Fly Plant – Reversing Wealth & Money

1 Poppet - I sewed a picture of "Father's" face to it... thanks FB! When making your poppet, make sure you place a piece of paper with the target's name and DOB inside beforehand.

1 Red Candle

1 Craft knife

1 Needle with Red String

Poppet Stuffing - In folk magick stuffing was quite literally anything that could be used. I choose polyfill... however, feel free to use whatever you like.

Black Cord or String - Binding

Optional: 1 Plant or Something "Alive" to Tether To

Optional: Pictures, Taglocks, Sigils, Petitions - You need at least a full name and date of birth.

Optional: Orange Candles and Road-Opener Oil - To be done beforehand to remove any protections and help with the working hitting harder.

Steps:

Activate the Poppet: “Poppet, I name you _. Your limbs are their limbs. Your flesh is their flesh. Your life is their life. As you suffer, so shall they suffer.”

Then thinking about the life force within... take a deep breath and blow life into the poppet. Think breathing for CPR.

The next step I did was a road opener & path-clearing. I used 5 candles to represent the elements, roads, and planes. Each candle had "Father's" name written on it and then anointed with a road opener oil. You can use whatever method of road opener you want here.

Once the road opener finished I then tethered the poppet to a plant. I did this by tying a vine from the plant to the poppet's arm and energetically tethered them together. Just remember to choose a plant or something that is easily taken care of after.

Tethered to this plant, my work shall be

Bound by nature's energy, I decree

All blow back shall fall upon the tether

For this spell, my power shall weather

With hands held high, I cast my charm

As the plant's roots dig deep, my magic is armed

From earth to sky, the tether extends

My working and this plant, now forever blend

The energy flows, from me to thee

As this plant, my spell's vessel be

Each leaf, each stem, a conduit of power

Growing stronger with each passing hour

No force of nature can break this bond

For my magic and this plant, forever correspond

Together they thrive, in harmony

Tethered as one, for all eternity

So let the winds howl and the storms rage

My spell shall stand strong, in this earthly cage

For all the energy of this spell

Is now tethered to this plant, with magic compel

So mote it be, this working is done

Tethered to this plant, this working is one

Then taking the craft knife cut the poppet's belly open. You will have to more than likely remove some stuffing to make some room for your stuffing. Stuff the poppet with your bowl mixture, stones, dead roaches, snakeskin, thorns, sigils, and what-not.

Swallow your greed with a belly full of stones

For it will bring you nothing but a life full of moans

Chasing after wealth, blind to the harm

Leaves you with a bitter taste, like a snake's charm

Choke on the lies you told yourself

That money and power were the only true wealth

But as you suffocate, reality sets in

Your failure and greed, now it's time to begin

Financial ruin, your once thriving business now failed

Your ego and pride, too great to be bailed

You mistreated your (daughter/son/Pronoun), a soul so pure

Abandoning & neglecting (pronoun), now it's your time to endure

So, Swallow your greed, let it be consumed With each stone, let your finances be doomed.

Then take the needle and thread and sew the belly closed. Once finished, take a red candle and seal the stitches.

Then take your black cord and bind the poppet. I chose to bind "Father" in a pentagram/elemental binding. The binding is started by being tied off at the neck, then the cord is wrapped around the left leg, then the right arm, then the left arm, then the right leg, and then back up to the neck. You can wrap this as many times as you like and you can certainly just bind your poppet however you like.

In the midst of chaos, in the midst of strife,

There lies a number, 5, that brings unexpected life.

It holds the power to shake things up, to make you lose control,

And in its grip, you are left to pay the ultimate toll.

Earth, air, fire, water, and the spirit within,

These 5 elements, a force to reckon and herein.

They bind you to this spell, a spell you cannot break,

And with each passing moment, your foundations start to shake.

The earth beneath your feet, solid and strong,

Yet when it quakes, you realize you were wrong.

The air you breathe, so vital to your existence,

But in a chaotic storm, it shows its true persistence.

Fire, the element of passion and desire,

But when it rages, it leaves you in dire.

Water, so calm and serene in its flow,

But in a flood, it can cause you to let go.

The spirit, the 5th element, unseen yet ever-present,

It binds you to this spell, a force so incessant.

It connects you all in ways you cannot comprehend,

And in its grasp, you are unable to defend.

And as these 5 elements collide and intertwine,

Your finances, too, fall victim to this bind.

For in the midst of chaos, your finances are unable to thrive,

And as your finances crumble, you are left with nothing to revive.

So by the power of 5, you descend,

For it holds a chaotic force that has no end.

And by the elements I bind you to this spell,

Remember, it is not a fight you can ever win or quell.

Once bound, then I untethered the plant and placed "Father" in a bucket of stagnant stormwater to drown in (this is symbolic of all the tears my friend has cried over the years) at the height of totality during the eclipse. I placed a cover over "Father" and there he will stay until the night of the full moon. Then I will take him out and bury him deep in the woods off my property to slowly rot.

[bekkachaos]

fuck it friday 🤘

oops it's absolutely not Friday anymore

tagged by so many beautiful people @prince-buck-diaz @monsterrae1 @heartbeatdiaz @spotsandsocks @alyxmastershipper @wildlife4life @elvensorceress @buddierights 🩷🩷

Not tagging anyone else because it's super late, but if anyone still wants to please tag me 😁

So I heard this song and got an idea for my angstfest fic in which Buck and Eddie both ended up down the worst possible paths in their lives, Eddie is living in LA, suspended from his job, his parents have taken Christopher back to Texas after a battle in the courts, and he's lost, standing on a bridge in the middle of the night looking out over the quiet, and he meets Buck, dirty and disheveled, more than likely living on the streets, and he's high, Eddie can see it in his eyes. It starts them down a winding path together that just might turn them around.

Have a little snippy snip below:

Eddie's fingers on the metal rail turned white. His teeth ground together so hard he should have been worried one or more might chip, but he wasn't.

There was only one thing on his mind, and that was how much he had failed. He failed himself, and Christopher. Eddie refused to believe that he was better off with his parents, and the fact that he hadn't been able to prove that to them, or the court, well, it just solidified his failure and it felt like cement sinking down through him.

Everything seemed to spiral after that. The underground fighting ring, getting suspended from his job at the fire department. And his parents wouldn't even let him speak to Christopher. Not yet, they kept saying. Let him get settled, we don't want to make this any harder. Call him when you've got your life back on track. You need to show him some stability.

He closed his eyes and sucked the biting air into his lungs, filling him with cold, fanning the fiery anger that consumed him and escaping back through his split lips in a heavy cloud.

"You know most people think your breath doesn't do that until below freezing."

Eddie flinched, turning back to see a tall man approaching slowly from behind, hands shoved into his front pockets and eyeing him with a tilt of his head.

"Excuse me?" was all he managed in reply.

"When you can see your breath in the air, doesn't have to be freezing, hell, only needs to get to about 45," he said, making an o with his lips until his condensated breath came out in a long thin line.

Eddie eyed him warily. He hadn't seen him when he arrived at the bridge, there's not much around save for a few derelict buildings and a foot path leading towards the overpass. On top of that, he could see the way his pupils were dilated, he was high on something, or maybe coming down.

"I'd say sorry, that I didn't mean to interrupt, but I guess I did," he said, keeping his distance from Eddie but not taking his eyes or his curious gaze from him.

Eddie just grunted back at him, not sure that he should turn his back on him. He could probably take him in a fight, as long as he doesn't have a knife, but he doesn't really want things to come to that. His knuckles were still cut and bruised from his fight earlier and his brow throbbed from the left hook he'd been too slow to dodge.

"Want to tell me what you're doing out here?" the stranger asked, and this time Eddie really didn't care what happened next, so he turned his attention back to the black over the bridge.

"Could ask you the same thing. You always sneak up on people? Start conversations about the air, how cold it is?" he said roughly.

"Only when they're holding as tightly to the bridge rail as you are."

Eddie let his teeth grind, letting his grip ease as some of the feeling came back to his knuckles, the ache of the pain now somewhat dulled.

"There," he said, turning back and folding his arms over his chest defensively. "Feel free to walk away now."

The man's lip turned up in a smile, and for the first time since he'd appeared, Eddie felt himself lower his guard.

It wasn't menacing or snide. It was somehow a thing of warmth in the coldness of the dark.

[daddyy333]

Hurt | Joseph Quinn x y/n

if you’d like you can reblog my original work, but please don’t post it without credit. if you take inspiration from my ideas please tag me, I’d like to see how someone else would write it

Word count: 2.2k

warnings: reader gets mugged, reader is stabbed, being in the hospital, mentions of sedatives, reader tases her attacker, Joe beats the attacker up, ?

idk how to feel about this one I don’t really like it but I’m having like a wee bit of writers block so yea

summary: uhhh?

When Joe rose to fame because of his role in Stranger Things 4, so did you a little. Fans quickly noticed there was a certain ring always on his left ring finger, when the others changed every now and then that one stayed. And you two weren’t very good at hiding the relationship, considering you never had to.

Within a month after the release of Volume 1, Joe had to post a few pictures of the two of you with the caption “surprise 😁”. One was of you on your wedding day, another of you two drunkenly singing karaoke on his birthday, one from behind the scenes of Stranger Things, a picture Jamie got of you two sharing a sweet kiss as you cuddled up on the couch.

A few others as well, but now everyone knew he had married the most beautiful woman in existence and were obsessed. You quickly went from having 12 thousand followers to 5 million in the blink of an eye. You were a pretty skilled nail tech, people traveled to have their nails done by you but you had been doing less work since Joe started traveling and you joined him.

With your new found fame also came threats, mean comments, uncomfortable touches in public, a whole list of things. Of course, Joe would never let anything happen to you and nothing really got to you because you know they are just mindless people who have nothing better to do than bother you.

But, whilst you were walking back to the hotel after meeting up with a friend to do her nails, you felt like someone was following you. You sped up but that did nothing, as you were shoved into the alley a few seconds later. You yelped and whimpered as your pepper spray was knocked out of your hand, the taser you usually carry in your purse which was across from you.

He kicked you and said “give me all your money. I know who you are, and I know you have some” “stop!” You cried as he kept kicking you, punching you when you tried to get up. You gasped and groaned, curling to the side as you clutched your stomach, unable to breathe from the harsh kicks to it.

“Come on, you stupid bitch!” He said and turned you over, slapping you. You grunted, tears spilling down your cheeks. “Stop fighting!” He said and pushed your head against a wall, kicking you in the back so many times you thought it’d break.

You tried screaming for help, but he grabbed you by your hair, lifting you up so you would look at him in the face. You couldn’t breathe, you could barely see, and you felt like your hearing was muffled. “Pl- P- Please, s-sto- ahhhh!” You screamed as he took out a pocket knife and pressed against your ribs, the tip piercing through your skin.

“Give me your fucking money!” He said and you sobbed, trying to reach for your purse. He threw it at you and your shaky, probably somewhat broken hand opened it and reached inside, moaning and groaning because of the pain. You found the wallet and gave him the 300 dollars you had with you, trying so hard to regulate your breathing.

He snatched the money and grabbed your purse, taking out your phone and smashing it. You sobbed, coughing Jo some blood. He scoffed and said “your jewelry. Give me your jewelry too”

You took a few gasps of air, squeezing the button on the taser you snuck out of your bag and taser him in his leg. You got up and were starting to get away when he grabbed your ankle, making you fall and shoved the knife between your ribs, making you black out for a second.

Once you were conscious again, you managed to tase him right in the balls. He screamed, falling to the ground. You used whatever strength you could muster up and sat up, tasing him in his stomach and neck, and crawling out of the alley.

You stumbled back to the hotel, grabbing onto buildings and cars and street lamps, your phone wouldn’t turn on so you couldn’t call anyone. You just wanted to get to the hotel before he got to you again. You felt weak, you knew you were bleeding internally but it didn’t seem to have gotten to your heart so there was that.

You walked into the hotel and everyone stared but you didn’t care, you got in the elevator, shaking like a leaf. Your ankle hurt really bad and one of your heels was broken, so it was even harder to stand. You limped and nearly tripped on your way to the hotel room.

You were digging through your bag trying to find your hotel key, and you found it snapped in half. You broke, falling to the ground as you cried, weakly knocking on the door hoping Joe was there. “Jo-…mmh, oh g-god- Joe!” You said, losing your voice from the screaming and the pain.

He opened the door and gasped, he’d never cried so fast in his life. “Oh my- oh my god…how- oh my god y/n!” He said and you whimpered, spitting up blood. He gasped again and said “I need to get you to a hospital!”

He ran back into the room, grabbing one of your bags that he knew had toiletries and some clothes in it as well as his phone and keys and ran back out. “N-no…no hosp- hos- hospi-ital…” you said and he shook his head.

He got you to sit against the wall and said “y/n, there’s a knife in your chest and you probably have countless internal injuries that are going to kill you I don’t care what you want, I want you to live” He scooped you up, biting his lip when you yelled out from the pain.

“You’re okay, you’re okay…try to breathe sweetheart, please” he said, you were still gasping for air, the stab wound wasn’t helping much either. He got you to the car and didn’t care if blood or anything got on the seat, he’d light this car on fire if it meant you’d be okay.

Everything was hazy from there, he remembers panicking when you passed out, speeding so fast he was sure he was going to get arrested and then getting to the hospital. He remembers the nurses asking your name and what happened but instead he just broke down in sobs.

Eventually they gave him a small dose of a sedative to calm him down and he gave them your name and told them he was your husband and you just showed up to the hotel room like that. He really hoped that they didn’t think he did this to you, god he would never do anything even remotely like this to you.

The sedative made him sleepy and they gave him a blanket and pillow and he fell asleep, even though he didn’t want to. He was woken up by the same nurse, 8 hours later at 5am. “Hi, sir…Joseph, right?” She asked and he cleared his throat, sitting up.

He nodded and she said “your wife is okay. She has some broken ribs, a concussion and the stab did some serious damage so she had surgery to correct it and she should be okay. Her wrist on her dominant hand was injured but not a sprain or a fracture or a break, she’ll just need to refrain from using that hand. She has a sprained ankle which she'll wear a brace provided by the hospital to correct. She’s got some major bruising but she’ll be okay. She needs to give her statement to the cops and give them a description of her attacker but she’s really struggling and her heart rate is really high, we’d like to see if having you there might help”

He nodded, biting his lip as tears filled his eyes. She brought him to the room and you were crying, curled into your side, the monitor beeping fast and the cops trying to calm you down whilst another nurse tried giving you oxygen. “Hey, hey, shhh it’s okay…relax, sweetheart it’s okay” he said as he walked over, pushing past the cops and slowly reaching out and tucking her hair behind her ear.

“babe, you’ve got to calm down,” he said, grabbing the oxygen mask from the nurse and putting it over your nose and mouth. He stroked your hair for a few moments, calming you as your body twitched from how bad your anxiety was, and helping you regulate your breathing and form a few clear sentences.

“Who did this to you huh?” He asked, he’d sneakily grabbed the question sheet that the policemen had and set on his lap to look at. “I-I don’t know, Joey…I swear” you said and whimpered, still in a lot of pain. He blinked away a few tears and said “I believe you, y/n…I do. Can you describe what he looks like? Like, hair color, eye color, facial features and stuff?”

You did pretty okay and it was enough for the sketch artist to get a good idea of what to draw. He asked you all the questions and the police wrote the answers down, waiting patiently for you to get through having to relive it in your head.

“You did so good, sweetheart. I’m so proud of you, y/n, you’re so damn strong” he said and you bit your lip, covering your face with your hand as you sobbed, you felt so scared and so anxious. It took some time, and some sedatives but eventually you calmed down and were about to go to sleep, still trying to fight it for Joe.

“Baby…just close your eyes,” he said and you groaned, his fingers making the motion a few inches away from your face. One was already closed practically, it was swollen and bruised and looked so painful. He sighed and rested his head on the bed, playing with your injury-free hand. You sighed and said “fine…but promise you’ll be here when I wake up”

He wrapped his pinky around yours and kissed his hand, and you weakly brought your hands up and kissed yours. He smiled, and you took a deep breath, closing your eyes and quickly falling asleep.

He stroked your palm and up your arm as he said “I’m gonna find who did this to you…and I’m gonna make him pay”

And that he did. A few days later, police found out who he was through security cameras and put a warrant out for his arrest. With some googling and some searching Joe found out his address, and went straight there. He beat him up, worse than what he had done to you before calling the cops and leaving an anonymous tip.

He went home and he said the redness on his knuckles was from hitting his hand on the car door. You believed him. You had no reason not to. The police called some time later and said they had caught him and you broke into tears. He held you as you cried, gentle of your wounds and you sobbed into his chest, all your pain and anxiety and stress spilling out.

“He’s not gonna hurt you anymore…he can’t sweetheart. You’re safe” he said, kissing your head.

Things got better, you went to therapy and your body healed and eventually your mind as well. You stopped working completely for about a year, and Joe was okay with that and supported it. He made enough to support both of you, which was something he’d wanted to do for you since you were teenagers.

All he’s ever wanted was to see you happy. So he works hard so you can stay home where you feel safe, where you can heal. He doesn’t want it any other way. He loves you more than life itself.

But when things got really good you got back into working, and Joe then threw around the idea of you being an actor as well. You did the stupid school, and the plays that made you feel like an idiot just to make him happy, but then you started getting attention from agencies, and directors were reaching out themselves directly to you.

“I told you you were good!” Joe said. You got an agent and did a few small projects and then Joe practically begged on his knees for you to do this movie with him so you did and oh my god people were obsessed. They loved the two of you together, and you two also play a couple in the movie so it was the best of both worlds for the fans.

It was crazy that that one tragic night changed your life in not only a negative way but a positive way too. You never would’ve even considered acting if you hadn’t been looking for a new kind of job. Now you are happier than ever, at the premiere of your biggest project yet with your husband gushing over you to millions of people around the world.

Joseph Quinn, you angel. He was the only reason you were happy right now. You wouldn’t be anywhere without him.

Taglist: @kellysimagines @readsalot73

As of now l'm writing for

Eddie Munson

Joseph Quinn

Jamie Bower

Steve Harrington

Robin Buckley

Eddissy

Maya Hawke

So just comment the taglist you want to be added to and l'll add you :)

[extragalaxtic-cosmos]

1, 6, 7, 16, 22, 24

1 - First Celebrity Crush? Gaaahhhhhh the one that I can remember was Cara Delevingne 😅😅 kinda do still do…. 😅

6 - Little thing that makes you extremely happy? Ah…. Well you see… lots of little things make me happy… but what makes me most happy is quite a recent thing, I have a moon symbol… which makes me so happyyy

7 - Song that made you cry because you related to it? Hmm….. Overpass Graffiti, I listened to it a lot last year. Despite everything that happened then and what has recently happened….. It’s still relatable, despite how hurtful it’s been. Funny, really, emotion, isn’t it?You can feel like you’ve been stabbed in the heart with a spiked knife, yet still have love in there for the person.

16 - Does the way you laugh depend on who you’re with? Yes… it really does! I have an extremely ugly laugh… and only the closest of people get to hear it. 😅😆 (literally parents and partner)

22 - Breakfast, Lunch or Dinner? Oooohhhh oh that’s such a mean question…. Ohhh ummm…. Dinner… I think….. that majority of the nicest food I think of always are or are linked to Dinner 😁😁😁

24 - What’s the best gift you got? The best gift? oh I like the question I also hate it at the same time…. When I was a teenage and a couple of years before I lost my Grandad to the dreaded forget disease…. He gifted me his pocket watch… which is not valuable at all, but it was his that he’d had for years and he loved it, but he gave it to me and I love it so much. I keep it away safe, so it does not break. For years I use to wind it up, but unfortunately it stopped and will not work again. I someday I want to be able to afford to get it repaired, even though the cost of that will be far more than what it’s worth. Sometimes it’s not value that counts!

Thank you for the questions!!!

[morosis-haze]

if we were in a life or death situation, and we were being chased + my clusmy ass fell what would you do 🧐

In all honestly I would get you tf up and we continue running while I’m cursing you out in my head cause why trip now

[beyourownanchor6]

you can check me off your list any day

day 7: free choice

last day for buck week, so i obviously had to include my beloved clipboard!buck where i wrote 8k of nonsense 😁 thanks so much ro for making this lovely cover <33 @ronordmann thanks again for putting this event on!!! 💙 @evanbuckleyweek

rated g | words: 8.4k | read on ao3

summary:

Buck let the fragments fall to the garbage, moving to bang his head against the ladder truck after. Why did he always have the worst luck?

“Here, try this one.”

Buck turned to see Eddie stood there, his eyes not quite meeting Buck as he handed out a package. Raising his brows, Buck reached out cautiously, taking the box in his hands, letting his fingers brush against Eddie’s for longer than was necessary.

“What is it?”

Eddie gave that stern look of his, the one he usually reserved for Christopher when it was time to put the video games away, the man crossing his arms together. “Just open it.”

Ok Eddie; keep your secrets.

Buck took out his pocket knife, using it to cut the tape off before putting it back in place. He carefully opened the package, shaking out the contents into his hands. After pulling off the bubble wrap that surrounded it, Buck took the item into hand, instantly noting its’ sturdiness.

“You—you bought me a clipboard?’”

—or—

Five time’s Eddie gets Buck custom clipboards, and the one time Buck gets Eddie one

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[jeyramarie]

A note- Yelena Belova x Reader

summary: Who would’ve known that Natasha helped from beyond the grave?

wc: 2,950

a/n: here’s another one!! if anyone wants to request you’re welcome to do so 😁 happy reading 🦋

Natasha always prepared for everything. She always thought ahead and got ready for any possible reality. She even thought ahead with Yelena. Nat knew her sister and she knew what she did and what she was possibly going to continue doing. Which meant that she needed to give Yelena all of her contacts in case she really needed them. That’s why when Yelena felt a piece of paper inside her coat, she felt paranoid.

‘For when you really need it.’ the note read alongside an address and a phone number. A lot of questions filled the russian blonde as she walked around her apartment, gathering everything for her next mission.

It didn’t go so well. The target saw Yelena from a mile away making her pursue him. She jumped over cars, fences and even broke into people’s homes. All to catch that stupid guy that decided to start a drug cartel under a school. She ran across the street to look for him and when she was turning a corner a car sped catching her by surprise. Yelena’s body rolled over the front of the car, then falling off of it with a painful grunt.

The driver stepped out with a pocket knife which Yelena immediately saw. They began to fight, the blonde dodging the knife as best as she could. He swung his fist to her face making her stumble back for a second. That made her angry causing a lot of more strength to run through her. Her target fought really well as if he was trained in the Red Room as well. Suddenly, she felt pain on her lower quadrant on her abdomen. He had stabbed her.

She fell to the ground making him think that she was dying which caused him to run away. Yelena started to slowly sit up, noticing that she was bleeding a lot.

“Fuck.” The blonde grunted as she stood up to limb towards a wall. She stuck her hand inside her coat and took out the note Natasha had left. Yelena sighed and looked up at the sky, silently thanking her sister. She ran through the streets in search of the address on the piece of paper. After what felt like an hour, Yelena finally stood in front of an old looking building. She walked inside and went up the stairs, looking for apartment 9H. The blonde continued to walk, taking breaks in between floors, until she finally found it. Exhaustion fell upon her as she knocked at the door loudly.

“Coming.” a voice yelled from inside immediately telling Yelena that it was a woman. She knocked again desperately needing help.

“I’m coming, I'm coming. Wait-“ The woman said and finally opened the door, seeing a beat up blonde that she recognized from a picture.

“Yelena.” she whispered quickly, grabbing her and pulling her inside. She moved them to the dining room after seeing how serious the injury was.

“Okay, Yelena I have to get everything ready. All you have to do is lay still and keep talking to me okay? Tell me stuff about you, your full name, your family.” The woman said as she put in an IV then moved over to her medical supplies. She gathered the gauzes, tapes, suture kit, alcohol, betadine, surgical gloves, everything necessary.

“Yelena, you with me?”

“Yes… yes.. I’m here.. in a lot of pain.”

“I’m gonna help you with that in a minute just keep talking to me.” The woman shouted as she watched her hands, getting ready to help the blonde.

“I don’t know my full name and my family was fake for three years of my life. Nothing interesting.” Yelena said, turning her head to meet the woman’s eyes. She stared for a bit, feeling some sense of peace and safety.

“I’m gonna cut your shirt, okay?” The blonde nodded as she heard the sound of fabric being cut apart. The woman took a gauze and placed alcohol, beginning to clean around it. After some time, the last stitch was sown and a gauze covered it.

“You’re really hurt but you’re gonna be fine.” Yelena looked at the woman as she worked, having a million questions on her head.

“How did you know Natasha?” she asked with her thick accent as the woman looked up.

“I helped her on her missions a lot. She came to me whenever she was hurt.”

“What’s your name?”

“Y/n.” She said and gathered everything to throw away. Yelena never took her eyes off of her as she watched every move. The way she walked, how delicate her hands looked or how soft they were against her skin.

“Let’s get you to bed, come on.” Y/n said as she helped Yelena sit up, getting her off the table. They walked towards the bedroom where Yelena finally laid in bed with a breath of relief.

“I’m gonna bring the pain meds and the antibiotics. I’ll be right back.” She walked out leaving the blonde alone in the bedroom. After a few minutes Y/n walked back into the room with pills and a glass of water. She sat on the edge of the bed and helped Yelena sit up a bit. The blonde drank them and laid back down with a painful grunt.

“You should get some rest while I make us some food.” Y/n whispered as she rubbed her thumb over Yelena’s hand. The russian nodded and Y/n stood, walking out of the room. Yelena fell asleep almost instantly, not being able to take the y/h/c haired girl out of her head. Two hours later, Yelena woke up with the smell of food filling her nostrils, immediately feeling hungry. She laid there suddenly not remembering where she was or what she was doing there. Y/n was also quietly walking in and out of the bedroom, checking the IV, the wound and the sleeping blonde on her bed. She kept walking in and out until she noticed Yelena was awake.

“Oh good you’re awake. I’ll bring you your food.” Y/n walked in after a few minutes holding a tray with some soup and water. She placed it on the bedside table and began to help Yelena sit up against the headboard.

“Now I see why Natasha left me that note… you’re too nice.” Y/n chuckled and smiled at Yelena as she grabbed the food tray. She fed the blonde for a few minutes and after she was done, she took the tray back to the kitchen. Y/n had noticed how her feelings towards Yelena had changed once she stared into her green eyes longer. As she cleaned the dishes, the bedroom door creaked making her look towards it to see Yelena.

“You shouldn’t be out of bed.” Y/n worriedly as she ran towards the blonde to help her back to bed.

“You didn’t come back, I thought something happened to you.” Yelena grunted as she was placed back in bed immediately being tucked in.

“I’m okay, Yelena. No one knows we’re here, no one knows you’re here. You’re safe here with me.”

“Can you stay here? Please?” The blonde asked, catching Y/n by surprise. She didn’t want to intrude on her personal space since they literally just met so Y/n pulled a chair and sat next to the bed. Yelena smiled sweetly and closed her eyes once more, drifting into a peaceful please. Y/n sat awake, overthinking invading her mind at a quick pace. ‘Why would Natasha send her to me?’ she thought. ‘Did she really trust me enough to take care of her sister?’. Y/n looked back at the sleeping blonde, feeling extremely captivated by her beauty and internally hoping that no feelings would end up being involved.

The sun came around in the morning, it’s rays coming through the window shining on Yelena’s face, making her wake up. She looked around the room in hopes Y/n would appear but she never did. Anxiety started invading her mind and just when she was starting to feel alone the y/h/c haired woman walked out of the bathroom. She was just in a towel making Yelena’s hormones go crazy, wanting desperately for it to fall.

“You’re very silent, you know?” The blonde said, suddenly making Y/n jump.

“You’re awake, how do you feel?” She asked as she walked towards the bed to sit next to Yelena.

“I’m okay, aside from the fact that I almost bled to death.”

“That’s good, I’m gonna change your gauzes in a bit. I’ll be right back.” Y/n smiled and walked away to her closet to get changed. She quickly got changed and gathered her supplies before going back to Yelena. Y/n sat next to her and touched the hem of her shirt, looking up for approval. She slowly lifted it, examining the area for any infection. Yelena stared at her the whole time and focused on the feeling of Y/n’s hands on her skin. She did everything so carefully, afraid to hurt the blonde which made Yelena melt even more. No one had ever been this delicate with her, not even Natasha.

“There you go, all done. If you wanna walk today you can. We can watch a movie or something, order some pizza.” Y/n suggested standing up to throw everything away.

“Do you do this with everyone that shows up hurt?”

“Not really, only the pretty ones.” and with that Y/n walked out of the bedroom leaving Yelena a blushing mess. She stayed in the kitchen, watching dishes as Yelena slowly made her way out of the room into the living room.

They both spent the rest of the night in the living room watching classic American movies that Yelena had never watched. Mamma Mia was one of them as she was amazed when she heard Y/n sing all the songs with a little sparkle in her eyes. The more time they spent together, the more they liked each other and the faster it turned into love.

Yelena had a speedy recovery, she could leave whenever she wanted after a few weeks of being with Y/n. Which of course, she told the blonde multiple times. Not because she wanted her to leave but just in case she felt obligated to stay. Yelena wanted to stay and she did for a bit more time, in case things went south. And one day, they did.

“What movie will we watch today?” Yelena asked as she sat on the couch with popcorn on her lap.

“I was thinking Clueless or Mean Girls. I’m not sure y-“

BOOM!

The force of the explosion made Y/n fly across the room, crashing into the wall. Yelena stood up as she uncovered her head seeing smoke and people walking in with guns. She quickly walked behind the TV where she stashed her weapons. Her guns and knives were ready to be used as she slowly walked around the living room wall, looking into the kitchen.

“Ah!” Y/n screamed in pain as a person held her haired, pulling her to stand up.

“Where’s Yelena?” a mainly voice said in a deep russian accent.

“I-I don’t know.”

“Liar!” he shouted and slapped her across the face, breaking her lower lip.

“I know she was here. I know you help her. Now tell me, where… is… Yelena?” He asked with gritted teeth as he grabbed Y/n’s jawline, tightening his grasp harder and harder with each word. She stayed quiet as she stared at him in disgust. The man groaned and threw Y/n harshly on the floor as he turned to the other people around him.

“Get an answer from her.. Now!” They ran towards the y/h/c haired girl and took her arms, sitting her on a chair. The russian man came back and stared into Y/n’s eyes looking for some slight weakness, he didn’t find anything.

Yelena was on the verge of crying, hiding in a secret spot Y/n made in the kitchen. The last thing she wanted to do was see her get hurt because of her. It took a minute to think but the blonde finally got out of the hideout, pointing her large machine gun at the invaders. The russian man punched Y/n when she answered that she didn’t know again. He hit her again and again… and again until finally, Yelena spoke up.

“Touch her one more time and I’ll kill you.”

“Yelena Belova.. good to finally see you. I see you know how to pick loyal fuck buddies.” The man said, turning to the blonde as he yanked Y/n’s hair back, making her groan in pain.

“Take your hand off her.” Yelena spat as her accent grew thicker in anger. The man released Y/n and her head flew forward in force.

“What do you want?”

“You have the file I’m looking for.”

“I don’t have anything, the target got away.”

“You think I’m going to believe that?” The russian man asked and chuckled dryly as he turned around and walked slowly towards Y/n. Suddenly, he pulled out his gun and pressed it against her forehead.

“Give me the file and you keep your cyka(bitch).” Y/n stared at Yelena with tearful eyes, somehow letting her know that she was scared. Yelena hesitated for a bit until she finally put her gun down and walked towards the living room, back to where she stashed her weapons. She yanked a backpack out and threw it at the man’s feet, pointing her gun at him again.

He grabbed it and turned around as he opened it, making sure that it was what he wanted. What he didn’t know was that Yelena had set up a bomb when she looked for the backpack and it was about to explode any minute. The russian man opened it and found unloaded guns along with two pairs of shoes. He immediately slammed the barrel of his gun against the side of Y/n’s head, making her fall unconscious. As he turned to Yelena the bomb went off making them all fly across the room.

Yelena got up quickly and started fighting off everyone there. She used her guns and knives as she dodged every hit. After some time, she stabbed the last person as she straddled them. Her breathing was heavy as she fell off the man she just killed and quickly looked to the side. Y/n laid facing the wall with pieces of cement over some parts of her body.

“No… no… no.” Yelena muttered as her voice broke, crawling towards the woman she had fallen for. She reached Y/n and pulled off the piece of concrete from her arm, slowly turning her over. She didn’t seem to be breathing, she looked dead.

“No.. no, please no. Wake up Y/n, please… I love you. Don’t leave me here.” Yelena sobbed as she placed her forehead against Y/n, letting her tears fall on her face. A cough was heard from underneath her as Y/n’s beautiful eyes looked at the blonde.

“You should really practice on your love confessions a bit more.” She said harshly, starting to cough as Yelena smiled through her tears.

“I thought you were dead.”

“I know but I’m…. just in pain, nothing big.” Y/n groaned as she tried to sit up, feeling pain course through her body. She looked into Yelena’s green eyes and placed her hand on her cheek, rubbing her thumb against it.

“You love me?” The blonde nodded and looked down in embarrassment. Then Y/n pushed her head up to look at her.

“I love you too, I have since I laid you on my bed.” She smiled as Yelena chuckled, wiping her tears away. They put their foreheads together as Y/n’s hand moved to the back of her head, scratching her hair a bit. Yelena leaned in and connected their lips into a soft passionate kiss, breaking apart to breathe. Y/n fell on her back again, feeling pain all over.

“Let’s stand up, get you to room.” Yelena said as she helped the y/h/c haired woman sit up to stand. After many grunts and screams of pain, Y/n was now finally on her bed.

“What are we gonna do?” She asked as Yelena wrapped her thigh with a bandage.

“We can go anywhere, get new names and passports, IDs. We can get a dog.”

“I know a guy who can help with that.” Yelena looked up and smiled widely before standing up and throwing away everything she used.

“We can go anywhere, do anything.” The blonde said as she played with Y/n’s hand.

“I’ll follow you.. anywhere.”

“You don’t have to-“

“I want to.” Yelena smiled and pulled her into a kiss, both of them getting lost in it. Their lips fit like puzzle pieces, taking in each other’s taste.

A few hours later, their bags were packed and piled in the car. Y/n was standing outside of her neighbors apartment as he gave her their new passports and driver licenses. She limped back to the car and got in with a painful groan.

“Here it is. Our new life.” Yelena smiled and grabbed her hand, leaning in to peck her lips.

“Let’s go then.” And with that they drove away to live their new and happy life, with a dog too. Yelena wanted to go back to Ohio, buy a country home and get the dog. Everything sounded perfect and with Y/n, it was finally her dream come true.

[cyborg-franky]

Hey there! Can I ask “we’re just…friends.” “friends don’t do this type of shit!” for zoro.

P.s keep doing what you are doing reading ur content makes my day 😁❤️

Ahh bless you <3 I'm always happy to hear things like that. I hope you enjoy this!

Zoro x GN reader N-S-F-W words: 521

The ship swayed gently on the waves, the sky a beautiful blue prickled with the shimmering stars. Not a cloud to be seen for miles, it was nights like this that made Sanji feel alive, the freedom the open sea and endless sky gave him. He let out a puff of smoke and adjusted his long legs, leaning on the railing, watching the sea below with another sigh.

That’s when he heard a crash, the sound of someone close, the sound was suspiciously like plates hitting the floor. Sanji growled and tossed his half-finished cigarette over the edge. That sounded like someone in hiskitchen. If it was Luffy he didn’t care how strong his captain was he was going to bitch slap the man if he’d eaten anything he’d prepared for tomorrow.

Hands in his pockets he stomped loudly along the desk towards the kitchen. The padlock had been opened, a clean cut, something like a knife or a sword had opened it. He grit his teeth and slammed open the door casting light into the dimly lit room.

You and Zoro a tangled mess on the floor looked over at the now open door with wide eyes. Sanji slammed it shut and aggressively turned the light switch on and off while screeching insults at the pair of you. Zoro smirked, unlike you he wasn’t phased by the cook’s anger, and he rolled his hips up into yours once more.

“Oi!” You yelped and quickly scrambled from your position on top of the swordsman grabbing your discarded clothes to cover up while Zoro lounged on the floor in uncaring nudity. Sanji’s eyes darted around the room, things knocked over, a few broken plates.

“Are you kidding me? Are you two having relations in the damn kitchen where I prepare food?” Sanji threw the nearest thing at Zoro, it hit him to little effect.

“Hey! What do you mean relations.” you scoffed trying to put on your underwear. “We’re just…friends.” You protested putting your pants on to hide your shame.

You threw the swordsman’s pants over to him. Landing on his head as you tried to find the rest of your own. Zoro chuckled finding Sanji seething in the corner a bonus of you two sneaking around to find somewhere private to fool around.

“Friends don’t do this type of shit!” The chef yelled, marching over to the pair of you grabbing you by the scruff of your neck and waiting for Zoro to put his damn clothes on, his erection still standing to attention proudly as Zoro choose to put his shirt on first.

“Maybe we’re more then, what’s it to you shittycook?” Zoro grinned seeing you and Sanji just gawk at him in response. That was until Sanji kicked him in the head. You just blinked, had Zoro, the man with the emotional capacity of a rock really said that?

“I don’t give a shit marimo, next time you two want to spread germs and rub your nasty bare ass all over things don’t do it in my kitchen! And for the love of Gods put your dick away!”

[kinkandkreep]

Enemies of Everywhere: Epilogue

A/N: AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! WE’VE OFFICIALLY REACHED THE END OF THIS STORY!!!!!😆 I had an absolute blast writing this up, and I want to give a huge thank you to everyone who’s been on this journey with me. A special thank you to @btsarmysvtcarat for beta-reading each chapter for me. 😁 With that said, let’s begin (and end).

“Alright everyone, great show tonight! Although, Mike, you came in just a bit late on Warriors of Marley. You really gotta put a little umph into the intro on that one. Helps make sure the crowd is awake and ready to go.”

Zoe plopped herself onto the large, plush couch in L’s suite, crossing her legs and releasing her hair from its ever-present high ponytail. The drummer grunted at her comments, nodding quietly.

The band had gathered in their lead singer’s room, and were spread out amongst the space. L himself stood by the bar, nursing a glass of freshly poured whiskey. He rolled his eyes as he listened to his bandmate’s remarks, taking a sip of his drink.

“Yeah yeah, critique is all well and good but I’m beat for the night.” He nudged Zoe off the couch, sitting cross-legged in her place before gesturing loosely to the door. “Now all of you, out. I need my beauty sleep.”

Commander, whose real name was Erwin, chuckled, helping himself to one of the beers in the room’s fridge.

“Oh come now Levi, the night is still so young. For us at least. Why don’t you relax and unwind a little? After all, we’ve no show tomorrow. You can let your guard down some.”

The tall, blonde man’s occult blue eyes stayed focused on Levi even as he took a sip of his drink, trying to gauge the shorter man’s reaction.

“Yeah, whatever. In that case, do what you like. I’m going to bed.”

Just then, a knock sounded at the door.

Levi quirked a brow, curious as to who could be knocking at this late hour. It shouldn’t have been room service, as earlier he called and specifically informed them that their services would not be needed on this night. He didn’t feel like being bothered anymore than he already was.

His bandmates also had expressions of confusion on their faces, with Zoe calling out a nevertheless cheerful “who is it” before quiet fell over the room once more.

For a short time, there was no answer, until suddenly another knock reverberated through the room, this time even louder and more aggressive than before.

“What the fuck,” Levi wondered aloud. Heading over, he peered through the peephole in the door, confused when a teenage boy’s partially obscured face greeted him. He was staring straight ahead, hands concealed in his jacket pockets.

“Hey kid, I don’t know what game you’re playing but you need to go home now. We’re not available for autographs.”

The boy didn’t move, instead he raised his fist and knocked yet again.

“The fuck is up with this weird bastard.” Growing increasingly irritated, Levi moved away from the door, sifting through his bags to find his knife.

The same one, in fact, that he’d used when they sacrificed Alaric.

“Levi,” Erwin spoke in a warning tone, eyeing the large dagger.

“Calm your tits. I’m only gonna use this to scare him off.”

“And what if he reports us,” Zoe questioned.

“Then we handle it like we always do. It’s a teenager anyway, perfect for our purposes right?”

When the rest of his team didn’t answer, Levi hummed, before slowly making his way toward the door.

When he looked again through the peep-hole, however, this time a girl’s face greeted him. She had brown skin and very bright emerald eyes, eyes so piercing that they momentarily threw Levi off.

And she was staring directly at him.

Confused, but now upset, Levi groaned, before snatching the room door open. To his surprise, the girl was a little taller than him, and behind her stood the even taller boy from before.

“Hey. You kids need to quit playing around and leave. It’s late and this shit isn’t funny.”

The pair only continued to stare down at him, before the girl’s lips began moving.

“Is that the knife he used?”

Levi realized the girl wasn’t speaking to him when the boy answered a hushed, solemn “yes” and stepped closer. His eyes still weren’t visible.

“You need to leave, no-“

“So Levi’s your real name huh. Fitting, I suppose.”

Levi’s brows scrunched together. What was she getting at?

“It’s also sort of ironic, considering Levi is a biblical name. Isn’t it, Alaric?”

Her eyes never left Levi’s face, and the boy responded with a low grunt.

‘Alaric? Where have I heard that name before?’

Levi thought for a few moments, during which time the boy and girl remained still, before the thought struck him harshly.

The concert in Moors…

The fire…

A boy with a strange name….

Ram…

The sacrifice…

“Alaric?”

Levi could hear Zoe gasp from behind him. She always did have a knack for remembering everyone’s names.

And especially in a case like this.

The girl’s lips split and curled into a wide grin.

“Ah, so now you remember. Good.”

Suddenly, Alaric removed his hood, showcasing eyes that glowed a smoldering burnt sienna. Before Levi could react, he was sent flying into the room, crashing into the expensive glass coffee table sitting in front of the couch.

Zoe’s scream was cut off when she was sent flying as well, into the wall separating the living room from the bedroom.

Alaric and Kendra made their way into the room, shutting the door behind them.

Mike was the first to move out of him and Erwin, attempting to rush Kendra, who still stood in front of Alaric.

He was nearly able to reach her when a force yanked him back by the fabric of his shirt, knocking him harshly to the floor.

While Alix was occupied keeping both Mike and Erwin held down, Kendra sauntered over to the barely conscious Levi, gently plucking the dagger from his grip. She hummed, amazed that he’d been able to keep a handle on it during and after his fall.

She took a moment to observe the weapon, the metal glinting in the warm light of the hotel room.

“Alix?”

Without answering, the boy’s head snapped up in acknowledgement.

“Would you like to do the honors?” She twirled the knife around, offering him the blunt handle of the knife.

Smirking, the boy grabbed the blade, feeling its heft in his hand.

“So, who goes first?”

Looking around the room, Kendra surveyed their prey.

Zoe was still unconscious, as was Levi. Erwin and Mike were struggling against the force that held them down, eyes narrowed in anger and carefully watching Alaric and Kendra’s movements.

It took a moment, but Kendra eventually made her decision. With a decisive hum, she motioned towards Zoe.

“I’ll wake her, you get Levi. Once they’re up, then the fun can truly begin.”

The two separated to do their respective jobs, and not long after they began their interrogation of Paradis.

“Welp, that’s finished.” Alaric spoke as he dried his hands on one of the hotel’s towels, leaving behind very light smears of red liquid from where it mixed with the water beneath his nails and dripped down his hands.

Kendra nodded, continuing to wash the same red liquid from her hands in the sink. The bar of soap laying on the counter in the bathroom that was once white now lay tainted with the red substance.

In the room, large swaths of the walls sit covered in what appeared to be blood, and several long stripes of it dripped from the ceiling to the floor.

On the couch sat the four rapidly cooling bodies of the members of Paradis. Three of the four corpses each had a single stab wound to the abdomen, the weapon used to do the deed left sticking out of Levi’s body. His body had several, more violent wounds, all still focused around his center. From him came the majority of the blood on the walls.

After the pair were finished with some minor cleaning, Alaric and Kendra quietly eased out of the hotel through the back entrance, being sure to avoid showing their faces to the hotel’s security cameras.

Once they made their way to Alaric’s car, they huddled themselves inside quickly, finally removing their sweater hoods from their heads.

They were silent for a moment, before a loud whoop sounded from Alaric.

“Holy shit! We did it!”

Kendra chuckled.

“Yeah, we did. I can’t believe it. I thought I’d have more reservations about it, but after hearing their stories, it’s like all my inhibitions melted away.”

Alaric hummed, nodding.

“I understand that. What they were doing was really fucked up. I’m glad we put a stop to it.” The boy smiled at his companion, a smile which she readily returned.

“Speaking of inhibitions, I’ve been losing quite a few of them lately. You think it’s an effect of the soulbond?”

Alix nodded. “I think it’s possible, what with Ram’s influence. I’m sure you know that I’ve lost most of mine as a result of him.”

Kendra sighed, thoughts racing. After a moment, her head popped up, and she gestured to the ignition.

“We’d better get going. Who knows how long it’ll be before someone finds them.”

With an affirmative grunt, Alaric started the car, and he and Kendra sped off into the night.

“One down, how many more to go again?”

Alaric and Kendra were parked outside of a gas station, the boy busy refueling the car as Kendra skimmed over the map.

“Two, if memory serves. The next couple are relatively far from our current location, granted they live pretty close together. Which should make our job easier.”

With a sigh, she folded the map, tucking it under her tank top clad arm. She removed her sunglasses, vigorously shaking out her hair from where it sat sweat matted against her neck.

The pair had been traveling for quite some time. About three weeks had passed since they’d taken care of Paradis, and news of the band’s murder had quickly spread throughout several of the major news outlets. It turns out that Alix and Kim had done a very thorough job, as the police weren’t able to find any prints and had very little evidence as a whole.

Kim smirked proudly when she’d heard the news.

Since then, they’d been searching for the other victims of Paradis’s satanic machinations. So far, they’d been able to stop one out of three total victims. The first wasn’t so lucky, as his need to consume human flesh for sustenance had driven him insane, and he’d viciously assaulted his family.

Luckily Kendra and Alaric were able to put him down before he killed them, and using one of his tricks, Alix was able to alter the family’s memories and make them believe that the boy had simply had a bad drug trip and tried to attack them.

Now they were on their way to the last two boys, and they could only hope that they wouldn’t be so far gone.

Kendra had been working on a way to exorcise the demons inhabiting the boy’s souls without too much preamble. From what she’d gleaned from what Paradis had told them during their interrogation, the demons summoned in the rituals had simply bound themselves to the souls of the boys, and it should be a relatively easy process removing them.

But, there was a catch.

The bond was time sensitive, and if left to strengthen for too long it would become permanent, and slowly, whatever was left of the body’s original owner would fade out of existence as the demon grew more powerful.

Kendra however, the smart cookie, had determined that the bond would weaken overtime if the original owner of the body was able to deny their demonic urges, which meant not giving in to carnal or carnivorous desires.

It was still a wonder how Alaric had managed to retain his consciousness for so long, but that was a question Kendra set aside for another day.

Right now, they needed to focus.

Even armed with this new knowledge, Kendra could only guess that traditional exorcism methods may prove effective, and she could only hope that the last two boys had remained vigilant in their efforts to fend off their respective demons.

As Alaric finished filling up the tank, he and Kendra headed inside the gas station, planning to stock up on more snacks and drinks, plus a few other small things most convenience store/gas station hybrids typically carried.

As they made their way around the store, chatting idly and bickering quietly over which things to get, their attention was caught by a loud news report blaring through the small building from the tv mounted behind the cashier’s counter.

“And in other news, Attica police are still looking for any clues into the murder of popular rock band, Paradis. The group is believed to have been ambushed in their hotel room and killed by what authorities believe to be a pair of unknown assailants. If you have any information about this crime, you are asked to contact the Attica Falls Police Department at the number on your screen.”

Kendra could hear quiet laughing from her left, Alaric’s shoulders jumping with each giggle. The girl herself grinned, nudging Alix gently and making her way towards the counter to pay.

The cashier greeted them kindly enough, and began scanning their items. After a moment, he spoke.

“Man, it’s really crazy what happened to Paradis huh? I heard they were pretty famous. You’d think they’d have security or something to keep them safe.” The cashier shook his head.

“Yeah, one would think,” Alaric chimed in from beside Kim.

“I wonder who they pissed off so badly to make them want to kill them.” The boy’s lips pursed in thought as he bagged Kim and Alix’s things.

The pair shared a quick smirk before relaxing their faces into a more neutral expression.

“Whatever they did, it’s always a possibility that they deserved it.” Kendra shrugged as she took the proffered grocery bags.

The cashier frowned.

“Nobody deserves to die.”

Kim smiled at him, Alaric doing the same.

“Exactly.”

The two left then, leaving the helpless boy very confused as he watched them exit the store.

“Way to incriminate us Kimmy,” Alaric snorted as they entered the car.

“Oh what-ever. That boy probably won’t even remember our faces in thirty minutes, let alone what we said.”

“Yeah yeah, could ya’ just be more careful?”

Kendra rolled her eyes. “Fine, fine. Whatever you say baby.”

She laughed aloud when Alaric jerked, cheeks flushing a warm strawberry pink at her words.

“You’re so insufferable,” he pouted, cheeks puffed out as he started the engine and began pulling off.

“Sure. Buuuut, you love me anyway.” She winked at him.

Alix smiled then, entwining his fingers with Kendra’s as they headed for their next target.

[art-by-jas]

    SHROUD THE DEVIL

CHAPTER ONE

Hello yes, this is my first fic on Tumblr. I think and I've been trying to continue this story for a while now so I thought to just put some of it on here. If you like it gimme some feedback please and thanks. If you got any questions, concerns message me. 😁 enjoy. Idk how I feel with time but oh well right.

Word Count: 1206

Warnings: None

Why were you here at Matt’s again? Oh right, you were bored out of your mind in your tiny, dingy apartment, and in need of something to do. You tried cleaning your room to keep your mind occupied, which it desperately, desperately needed, to the point you were tripping over clothes to get to your bed, but the tidying only lasted a whole five minutes until you got tired and ended up on your bed, scrolling through your Instagram feed on your phone. 

 A few posts in, you read that there has been a third homicide five blocks from your house this month, police seem to think there is a pattern happening. Starting to get the chills you stopped reading and threw your phone to the side of your bed. After reading the news article you made sure to double, no triple check that you locked the front door and the windows you saw Criminal Minds, knowing what an open window could result in. 

About a half an hour later of just lying in your bed procrastinating on productive things you could be doing like drawing or reading. Which you tried both but neither seemed to work. With reading, you just couldn’t get into the mindset and with drawing you hit an art block. Hating everything your brain and hand were coming up with. 

Thinking some fresh air would do you good, getting up you walked across the hardwood floors of your apartment. The cold seeping into your bones through the souls of your feet as you padded to your dresser to get out a dark-colored beanie and a heavy coat along with some thicker pants than usual, trying to keep yourself warm out there. You moved to the door where you kept your shoes and boots. After pulling on some socks you choose the deep grey boots. Finished and happy that you weren’t going to freeze outside you continued out the door, not before stopping to get pepper spray and your small army knife just in case. You weren’t totally defenseless you did take a couple of defense classes a few years back. With everything ready you head out your front door making sure to lock it, you made your way to the coffee shop about two blocks away. 

 There was a thick layer of snow all along the sidewalks and the streets, making you feel giddy inside. You always liked this time of year. It brought out the best in you. The sun was just about to set, the light reflecting off the tall buildings you lived around. Bringing your coat closer to you, trying to protect yourself from the brisk air but ultimately useless. Hearing the sound of cars going by, The crunching of snow under the heavy footsteps of the people on the phone talking to their loved ones, glancing at you with a smile as they walk past you. You were definitely glad you moved here.

    Your phone vibrated in your pocket alerting you there was a new text, pulling it up to read, you saw that it was from Ward. He was asking if you were up to anything lately, going on to tell you that he was thinking about getting a dog asking if you wanted to go to SPCA with him next week. He recently moved into a new house and thought the presence of a dog would do great for him. 

You grinned down at your phone and replied back, 

        I’d love to! Next Thursday sound good?

You had met Ward Meachum through Danny, and at first, he wanted nothing to do with you, thinking you were more of an annoyance but after a long year and a half you started growing on him and have been friends ever since. Once in awhile Danny, Ward and Colleen, Joy and You would go out for dinner. Most times it would be at the Royal Dragon Chinese place. They always had the best egg rolls and noodles. 

After replying you arrived at your destination. The bright neon sign reflected a shimmering blue onto the snow in front of the coffee shop. Opening the door of the radiant shop. The smell of coffee hits you almost instantly, there were a few people here and there not too busy being that it is around 6:30 at night. There was a girl with a high ponytail sitting near one of the walls on the right side, typing swiftly on her laptop. Not a care in the world. She wore a black top and camouflage cargo pants. Her coat laid next to her. A younger man next to her on his phone, his glasses were reflecting at what he was looking at. He wore a black jumpsuit which was unzipped slightly.  There was one last man at the way back of the shop, he had his hood up, sipping slowly at his scolding hot drink while glancing out the window occasionally. The radio played lowly but adding to the aesthetic of the place. 

    The cashier smiled brightly at you, “Hi, I’m Hali. How can I help you today?” You could tell she was tired but you appreciated her attitude. You took a moment to look at the menu above her, deciding on medium-hot chocolate. You thanked her and sat down at one of the tables nearby. You gazed out the window noticing it was now dark. Not wanting to go home after this, back to the same old boring apartment. You called up one of your favorite lawyers asking if he wanted to hang out. He told you he was working on a client’s case but Foggy would be there and will be the entertainment while he was finishing up.

Informing him that you’ll be over within the hour. Hali called out your name, holding your drink up. You thanked her and told her to have a good night, after tipping her five bucks. You left the store and back into the cold air outside. Dogs barking, police sirens zipping past inbound searching for a perp. 

 You made your way down the sidewalk in the direction of Matt’s building. Given the time you spent outside, your nose grew cold, skin turning a slight tinge of red. The walk to Matt’s didn’t take long, about a ten-minute walk from the shop. Starting to shiver, you picked up the pace and jogged the rest of the way. There weren’t as many people out now going on 7 something.   Hell’s Kitchen seemed to be a different place entirely at night. You felt as if someone was watching you, feeling the hairs on the back of your neck start to rise. You just about dashed through the door of Matt’s building. 

You slowly warmed back up after being in the heated building for a while. Pulling your hat off, trying to fix your hair back to its regular appearance while you climbed the stairs to his floor, your drink was just about halfway finished. You stopped at his door, sipping it. Your other hand rose, ready to knock when the door swung open.

“Hey! How’s the love of my life doing?” Foggy answered jokingly, you chuckled. Already forgetting all about that feeling of being watched.