#Sally Smith x reader

[redcoralpot]

Masterlist:

The Walking Dead (TWD)

• Acula! (Pt. 1 + 2) - Daryl Dixon X Male Reader

• Glenn Rhee X Male Reader (Smut)

Dead Man Walking (PT 1. ONLY, REMAKE ON AO3) - Daryl Dixon x Walker! Male Reader

Attentu - Daryl Dixon x trans male Reader

Upcoming TWD Requests:

• Malu Tiempu - Negan Smith X Male Reader

The Courage to Get What the World Cannot Say - Daryl Dixon x Male Reader (Angst)

The Amazing Spider-Man 2 (TASM2)

• Peter Parker (AG) x FTM Reader (Smut)

Upcoming TASM Requests:

N/A

Sally Face (SF)

N/A

Upcoming SF Requests:

[NO TITLE] Ch. 5 Sal Fisher X FTM! Reader (Fluff, comfort)

[NO TITLE] Ch. 5 Travis Phelps X Male Reader (Smut)

[girlboypersonthingy]

i’ve never really asked before but i just read all of your sally face stuff and BFBSVAVAX so i was thinking….

(preferably afab) reader coming home tired and needy, walking in sal and their shared room sighing as they rip off their work shirt and stare at sal who’s practicing a new song. waiting for him to put his guitar aside they fall dramatically into his lap and start COVERING his mask in kisses, stopping suddenly to ask for a real kiss:3

just some fluffy stuff pls it’s been a LONGGGG few weeks:D

A D O R A B L E ! ! ! This week has def been a ‘I want to come home to Sal and collapse in his arms’ type of week for me like oof 😔…I’m sorry this took me a while to get to, I hope you’re alright. Hopefully you’re doing better by now and if not, plz feel free to message me and we can chat 🖤 thanks for requesting and enjoy!

Notes: fem!reader, this is really fucking silly I’m so sorry…

TW: a bit suggestive, lots of swearing, making out, spit/drool, boobs lol 18+ only!!!

Sal x reader- Hard Day 🌙

(Imagine Sal practicing this song while you read this 🖤)

“Fuuuuuuckkkk…” You groan loudly as you drag your feet through the doorway of the house, stomping loudly on each step of the stairs. As you near the door way of your bedroom, you see the light is on, the music is loud and you can hear Sal playing his guitar along to it, occasionally hitting the wrong note. As you step across the threshold of the room, you let loose a big breath of air as you slouch over a bit, catching Sal’s attention for a moment.

“Hey babe!” He shouts over the music while continuing with his playing. He was sat up on the corner of the bed, guitar in his lap, slouched over with his prosthetic still on. You couldn’t help but watch his fingers on the strings for a moment, black painted nails moving oh so smooth but still making little mistakes. “Hi…I’m so tired.” You say but it falls on deaf ears. Sal is just so close to nailing this one part of the song, he’s been trying for two and half hours now and he’s too close to quit.

Disappointed and a bit annoyed, you quickly shed your shirt and continue giving Sal a cranky but needy glare, only covered by a bra up top. “Sal!!!” You finally shout, making Sal look up, making his hands freeze for a moment. He quickly leans over to turn the music off, his blue hair swaying over his shoulders as he moves. “I’m sorry…uh hey…babe. You okay?” Just by the tone of his voice, the way he’s hesitating and stopping to lick his dry lips under his mask, you can tell he’s equally flustered and excited by your lack of clothes.

“No…I’m not…” You pout for a moment, sighing as you rub your aching temples. He sets his guitar aside and puts one hand out towards you, offering it as a comforting gesture. You gladly accept, grabbing his hand then quickly approaching him and sitting in his lap. “This week…was the fucking worst!” You cry out dramatically, turning to the side so he can hold you bridal style. “I just wanna stay home with you all day, every day.” Sal chuckles softly, one arm tucked up under your knees, the other cradling your back while his hand ruffles the hair on the nape of your neck. “Me too, babe. Me too…” He replies before he gently nuzzles his prosthetic up against your face, making kissy noises under it.

After enough of his cuddly kisses, you decided to return the favor, covering his mask in kisses. You pepper kisses everywhere, all over his prosthetic very quick and soft. Until finally, you pause and place a long kiss on the lips of his prosthetic, humming as a smile grows on your lips. “You know what would really make me feel better…?” You really drag out the words, using your best flirty voice as your finger traces the side of his mask. “What?” He quickly clears his throat, your faces only inches apart. His rapid breathing echos inside his prosthetic as his hand slides up to fully cradle your head.

“Kiss me for real…please?” Your flirty tone turns to a very soft, comforting type of tone, smiling up at him as you watch him blink down at you. There’s a pause, he hesitates for a moment before gulping nervously. Although you’ve seen his face many times before, mouth to mouth kisses were hard to come by with Sal. With a shaky hand, he grabs your own hand and guides it to the back of his head, gesturing for you to unclip his prosthetic for him. He was far too nervous to do it himself, he figured he’d let you set the pace.

To his surprise, you’re pretty quick with the buckles and the mask falls into your lap within seconds. Immediately, your lips meet, Sal uses that hand on the back of your head to push you into him further. As your arms snake around his neck, hugging him close to your nearly bare chest, his other hand is gently kneading your hip as you move your lips against his. The kiss began to rapidly pick up pace, his tongue occasionally licking along your bottom lip.

It was always a delightful shock when your lips or tongue would meet his teeth accidentally where they peek through his cheek and the corner of his mouth, now was no exception. Any time this happens, Sal usually shies away and assumes it grosses you out, especially when he knows he’s probably drooling. Expecting this would happen, you move one hand to the back of his head, matching the grasp he has on you to keep him engaged in the kiss.

A low moan comes from him as he deepens the kiss along with you, tilting his head and running his tongue along your own. Suddenly, clumsily, Sal grabs ahold of your legs and slowly lays back on the bed, pulling you along with him, trying to keep his lips on yours. He fails at this, your lips parting for a moment, him awkwardly shifting under you until he pulls you up closer to his bright red and slightly sweaty face. You can’t help but laugh, not at him, he’s just too cute when he gets like this,

A chuckle rumbles from his chest as he holds you closer, squeezing you tightly against him as he places a final kiss on your nose. “Are you feeling better?” He quickly leans back in for a few more tender lip kisses, smiling brightly as he pulls back. “Yes, sooooo much better. You know what would really make me happy though, Sally?” Your hands run slowly through his long, blue hair as he hums in response. “Hm?”

“Let’s do all of that again…but in a nice hot shower~”

Cue Sal getting a gruesome bloody nose as he glances down at your barely covered chest and thinks about having a shower with you. 🥴🖤

[tastesousweet]

⭒ the other woman

christopher sturniolo x poc!reader

summary: an angsty story of regret and selfishness told through different moments in time

warnings: alternate universe (takes place in the early 2000s bcs i’m obsessed), angst, implied sex, cigarettes, cheating (with, not on y/n)

a/n: hiiii srry for ghosting u guys again :/ i finally have motivation to write again!!! send in blurb or one shot ideas pls. unfortunately im putting tgwtt on hold for right now bc i feel writing that series takes so much out of me and i end up not enjoying anything i write. i hope u understand & im sorry to those who enjoy it! anyways i hope this is well received since it’s a bit different than my other works — lowkey tuned into my inner sally rooney bc her angst HITS . luv u baiiii

★ march 2004

there’s a vile and shameful look to you that you’re not so sure you’ve hidden well enough.

your stomach feels overweight and heavy with an extreme amount of pain bubbling and stabbing your insides whenever they decide to pop.

you clutch at the edge of the bathroom sink, staring at your figure and aching eyes (you added some dark eyeliner into your routine hoping to distract from your disdainful mood but you’re starting to think you may have drawn more attention with the dramatic look).

you suck your stained bottom lip into your mouth out of comfort or maybe a need for something to hold as you move to dig for the pack of slightly crumpled cigarettes in your small, wine-red purse.

the door handle begins to rattle unnervingly just as you spark the slim stick to life.

you comically still yourself in your exact position (bent over odd and cupping your hand around the cig as if there was any sudden wind to blow out your flame in your friend's classy bathroom).

"y/n? you in here?!"

your eyes widen first, before they eventually roll. you wave your hands around to cut through the plumes of clogged smoke in the quaint room.

“y/n!”

“someone’s in here!” you reply, taking another puff of smoke and adjusting your hair a bit in the mirror.

“you gonna open up for me?”

“ummm,” you sputter through the cigarette held in your mouth as you adjust your strapless dress with both hands in the mirror.

“y/n.”

you let out a soft groan and quickly smash the cigarette a few times against the french vanilla ceramic sink bowl, throwing what's left of it in the trash. you practically shove yourself against the tiny wall space to the side of the door as you inch it open enough for the two of you to gain a full view of each other.

you smile, “chris.”

★ december 2003

they say the holidays are worst when spent alone.

and despite having three siblings and parents who’d want nothing more than to spend their christmas eve with their son, chris has always preferred to spend the holidays with a beautiful girl — in hopes that she’d gift him the intoxicating feeling of her thighs tightly trapping his face by the end of the night.

so it’s shocking that he’s at your door step, dressed in a suave, ribbed white long sleeve, dark blue jeans, and somehow caught without one of his usual hats slouched on top of his head of fawn hair.

and it’s real fucking odd that you answer the door wearing a dress that fits you extremely well, paired with a cardigan to keep some modesty.

it’s so very weird given that chris has his girlfriend of over a year texting him another apology for abandoning their plans together to visit her family in wisconsin as you both share an intimate hug on your porch.

you try not to think it’s so unnatural for you and chris to go out for dinner, despite the fact that everyone in your small town knows he has a girlfriend who’s notably quite the opposite of you.

thank goodness chris keeps some casualty — leaving you to open your own door when climbing into his beloved truck.

★ february 2004

“okay, um, this is something you can eat and there’s, like, a million types- you like granny smith!”

“oo, apples!”

chris nods excitedly and flips to the next card, “it’s my favorite meal of the day.”

“breakfast!”

“yes, you’re perfect. alright this is casper the friendly-”

“ghost!”

“amazing! ‘kay, i’m always complaining that mine isn’t stiff enough.”

“your dick?” josh jokes.

“fuck off, josh! i’m more than capable…” chris laughs.

“gross! chris?!”

“what?! don’t make it a biggie. now hurry ‘n gimme that answer baby, please?”

“well i’m guessing it’s your mattress?!”

“you have 7 seconds!” nick says while intensely staring at the tiny hourglass.

chris gives an encouraging hand motion for her to continue on that path.

“ummm… your bed?!”

“yes! that’s what i’m talking about!” chris shoots up from his position, on the ground in front of the coffee table, and immediately picks liv up from the couch in celebration.

the group let out plenty of laughs and giggles at the fear in her eyes as she’s lifted up and down excitedly.

cassie yells out, “aw yay mom and dad!” when chris sets her down and kisses her lips.

you try to control your face. your eyes flicker over and see them smiling with their faces so close together. and it drives you a little mad that whatever chris whispered to make her burst into laughter can’t be heard from your spot across the couch, especially not when there are so many conversations going on at once.

it’s just a game. you have no right to be jealous. it’s fucking taboo.

you clear your throat and uncross your legs as you begin to leave from the leather couch, “matt and josh, you can go before me- i’m just gonna grab some water.”

★ march 2004

“smoking cigs again?” chris asks as he steps into the bathroom.

“no,” you lie, resting your hip against the edge of the counter.

he knows you’re lying but doesn’t bother to pressure the truth out of you, he’s not your father. or your boyfriend at that.

“are you doing okay?” he pauses and waits for you to acknowledge him.

you don’t.

he clears his throat, “you look beautiful in this,” he tugs your dress down showing off the cleavage you’d just got done hiding.

“‘m all good,” you answer his initial question while exaggerating a smile.

chris mindlessly nods his head and somehow gets even closer to you, to the point where you have to tilt your head just the slightest bit to make eye contact.

“can i kiss you?” he asks with a genuine glimmer of generosity in his eyes and tone; as if he wanted you to want it more than he wants it himself.

you’re silent. he holds your neck gently and raises his other hand to drag your large bottom lip downward, cooing a tease, “hmmm..?”

you whine a little to yourself — this can’t happen again.

“yes?” chris mocks a little, giving a squeeze to your neck, “say it.”

your eyes droop and suddenly the ache of pain and guilt melts down to a slush of excitement and warmth both inside and evidently outside, if the stickiness of your lace underwear says anything. you nod your head.

chris is so obsessed with your mouth, his thumb doesn't move from your bottom lip as you peek your tongue out to wet it, "yes, please." your words echo off of his lips that now practically hover yours.

even though you've used your manners you manage to deliver it as a command. and it doesn't help that you paired the sentence with your hands running up the hot skin underneath his dark shirt. his mouth hangs slightly ajar as his head nods softly once more and his eyes flicker over your pretty face.

you wait for his response before your eyes lock onto his and you pout, "i thought you wanted to kiss me, chris?"

★ december 2003

“that’s hot,” chris mumbles as he kicks his legs over eachother and stretches out on the longest part of your L - shaped, funky-green couch.

“what is?” you ask as you return to the living room, popcorn cradled in an oversized bowl against your waist.

“pamala anderson,” chris jokingly moans out, biting his bottom lip and covering his lower half with one of your fuzzy throw pillows.

“gross, you perv!” you throw a handful of popcorn at his face — that’s stretched into an adorable smile — and take a seat next to him.

“baywatch reruns are all that nbc play anymore,” you squint with a sigh, taking a swig of the cool bottle of beer chris requested before handing it to him.

“they lost the best thing to ever happen to ‘em, i’d milk that shit too.” he then takes a sip, smirking when a desperate pamala anderson begins to run in slow motion on your fuzzy box television.

“what would liv think of you drooling over some baywatch tits?”

“what would liv think of me replacing her with you for my christmas eve dinner?”

you can’t help but think that ‘replacing’ is possibly the meanest word he could have used.

he smiles and gives a soft laugh when your face doesn’t respond, “joking- don’t spaz on me now…” he rolls his eyes from you back to the screen in front of you.

you swallow and adjust your legs to sit underneath you, trying to get comfortable while remaining in your small red dress.

★ march 2004

“never again,” you remind chris and yourself as you step into your once discarded underwear.

chris nods his head a few times, replying when he finally catches his breath, “right.”

“okay,” you slip your dress back on and chris redresses himself away from you.

chris slowly comes up behind you, kissing your shoulder once and hugging you gently. you want to cry — because in any other circumstance you’d embrace this feeling. but you can’t help but feel dirty.

he whispers with his head buried in the side of your crowded neck, “you know your my best friend, right? i love you.”

and you can’t help the shivers and sobs that decide to escape from your sad, used body.

“shhhh,” he apologizes, “i’m sorry.”

★ december 2003

chris imagined having sex with you plenty of times before — figuring most guys have thought of it with all of their girl friends, at least his friends made it seem true.

though his imagination could never ever live up to your whines and the way your body effortlessly takes him as you bounce yourself on top of him.

you both knew this was a bad idea, it was bad before you ended up back at your place after dinner. chris is an admittedly horny drunk and you’re no better so sharing a few beers while sitting so close to each other was bound to backfire.

only in the morning would some ounce of guilt and regret wash over him, when he’d listen to the cheerful voicemail his unknowing girlfriend left him while he was busy with his fingers in your mouth.

★ november 2004

chris hasn’t spoken to you since you came clean to liv about your disloyalty, six months ago.

he yelled and cried at your doorstep. he told you that you ruined his entire life, that he never wants to see you again.

you convince yourself you never want to see him again, but you tend to miss him in the loneliest times. when you’re sat awake in your dark bedroom.

you still miss his voice and his face.

[nixie-writes]

How about headcanons about Loona X Male!Reader being Millie’s little brother (don’t worry, he’s the same age as Loona).

Basically, he moved to imp city when he kept on getting in trouble back home in wrath (basically like how will smith got sent to Bel-Air in Prince of Bel-Air).

Also, can you include how Millie would react to the two dating please (also be free to take your time).

This is so cute!!

-you were always getting in trouble in Wrath. Your parents were getting tired of it. You weren't as good as Sallie May at hiding your messes, and your parents eventually decided to send you to live with your older sister Millie and her husband, Moxxie. They believed spending some time in a more controlled scene would slow you down.

-when you arrived you were greeted by a tight hug from Millie, and Moxxie placed a hand on your shoulder and promised you'd be safe.

-Blitz was a little on the fence with you, but from what Millie told him about you, he figured you could be a good asset to the company. When Loona met you she was initially a little suspicious of you, but that faded fast as she got to know you.

-you knew how to tear shit up and have a good time, thought you toned it down for her sake. She grew to really like you, and you liked her. You eventually got the balls to ask her to be your girlfriend and surprisingly, she agreed. She said that she really liked you as a friend, and was willing to try going a step further.

-Millie was over the moon to learn her dear little brother was with Loona. She didn't know what you saw in her that attracted you to her, but that didn't matter. You looked genuinely happy to be around her, so Millie was fine with it. She did, however, privately threaten to give Loona a scar to remember her if she ever broke your heart.

[semiweirdshipper]

Hello loves! So I've been writing cute little drabbles here on Tumblr about the killers taking care of a reader on their period. The layout is fairly simple. Basically the reader and killer live in a house together (not in the Dead By Daylight realm) and are already in a relationship. So far I've written about Jeffrey and Herman.

And I'd like to give you loves a chance to vote for who I should write next. Down below is a list of killers I'm willing to write.

Michael Myers

Evan MacMillan

Frank Morrison

Caleb Quinn

Bubba Sawyer

Freddy Krueger

Rin Yamaoka

Sally Smith

Julie Kostenko

Jason Voorhees

Pyramid Head/The Executioner

Pinhead

Max Thompson

Ji-Woon Hak

The drabbles will be simple and sweet. Romantic but not smutty. As always, they're for emotional support. Depending on the killer, some of them will be silly, serious or sappy. I hope you'll enjoy.

[look-at-the-soul]

Tommy Shelby Master list

✨Separate Master list for mini series, one shots and long series.

Gif by @thesoldiersminute gif set

Mini series

Pre war series - Follow Tommy & Sabine’s story through letters and flashbacks before, during and after the war.

Adele song challenge: All I ask (Part 1), “Can’t love you in the dark” (Part 2)-

One Shots

Late -Summary: You are engaged to someone else. Tommy Shelby is married. If only you two had crossed paths sooner… Sometimes chances are late. And there’s nothing you can do about it.

Saving each other - Summary: Danny Whizz Bang died at the end of S01, he was killed by Billy Kimber, two years later, his wife, Rosie and their kids will need Tommy Shelby’s help. Grace has betrayed him. They will learn they can help each other.

Safest place to hide - Summary: Tommy’s mother passed away recently, his father, Arthur Shelby Sr abandoned them out of nowhere, leaving a few months old baby Finn with his siblings, while Polly took over as a mother figure to them. But you have some important matter to tell him. (Pre war)

Lips of an Angel- S6 Farewell Mr. Shelby, I hope you take your white horse and ride bareback.

This isn’t goodbye- Babba is an elderly gypsy who lost her vision a long time ago, but now she can ‘see’ through her hands. It’s a gift that allows her to know your deepest secrets. Tommy asks for her help because he can’t sleep, the Grace hallucinations are becoming too much, but instead he will find out something he didn’t know about his first love, Greta.

Love will keep you up all night - Tommy tries to calm his little girl after she started crying scared of the storm outside. So he shares a little story of how he met her Mum.

Moondance -Tommy and his wife have a particular way to communicate while being mad at each other; through their children. When he decided to start keeping his promises, he starts with a dance.

Do I - Tommy and you had a fight, now you both have to deal with the consequences of what you said and did.

What about now - After two kids and being together for a while, Tommy decides it’s the right time to propose to the mother of his children.

Unbreakable- Being best friends with Thomas Shelby had a lot of benefits; full protection, your business was always looked after to prevent getting robbed by from thieves, your daughter was attending the same school than his children because he loved Sally as if she was his own. But it also could get you into unsolicited trouble.

More than words -Tommy struggles to sexually satisfy his woman when in reality, all she needs from him is to show her how much she means to him.

Have it all - Modern AU Tommy Shelby: Professor Jeremiah invites a friend during his ethics class to talk to his students since they are starting their last year in college. Turns out you weren’t a stranger to Mr. Shelby.

Making amends- Tommy Shelby x reader: Tommy hires a new horse trainer. But she will do more than just train his horse, she will fix his broken relationship with Charlie and in the process, she will earn his heart.

Ain’t she sweet- Tommy x Reader: Charlie finds out his Mum was shot, he decides to be distant from you, as the relationship gets harder you ask Tommy to put your engagement on hold.

Someone like you - Tommy x reader: Tommy meets a mysterious woman that looks exactly as his mother, since they believe in reincarnation, he thinks his mother found her way back to him.

Drunk on you - Tommy Shelby x reader Tommy would only admit his feelings for you after, well a night of drinking.

New traditions - Modern Tommy Shelby x reader + Charlie. Who knew that new traditions could make Tommy go soft and do things he wouldn’t normally do?

Black Velvet- Tommy Shelby x OC (Eva Smith). Eva prepares a recipe after dreaming with it. But she adds a secret ingredient to grant Tommy’s eternal love.

Collecting moments, not things -Modern Tommy Shelby x Y/N (inspired by the Blind Date couple), they take Charlie to the orphanage to celebrate Christmas with the kids.

A new kind of love -Modern Tommy Shelby x YN. Join Tommy, Charlie and Y/N to discover a new kind of love, in the form of a little new (and very cute) friend 🐾

Straight to the heart -Tommy Shelby x reader (nurse). Tommy has brain surgery but he will meet the one person who will stay with him day and night and take of him without asking from anything from him, but his heart.

Save yourself- Tommy Shelby x reader; inspired by KALEO’s song, in this story reader finds Tommy cheated, her reaction will have Tommy wishing he never did it.

Make your heart my home - Tommy Shelby x reader; Y/N is running away from Durham until she gives in on a rainy night thinking there’s nothing left for her, until Tommy finds her.

Close your eyes, make a wish - Modern Tommy has to face a kind of war he’s never been into before.

The one - Modern Tommy met his gf through a modern tool, join their little weekend getaway.

My refuge - Tommy Shelby x daughter reader; after finding his long lost daughter, they develop a strong and close bond, making Michael feel off towards his niece because of her charming and sweet personality.

A thoughtful gift - Tommy Shelby x reader; Y/N has a present for Father’s Day, taking Tommy by surprise, but you’ll be surprised by Charlie’s joke

The way to a man’s heart - Tommy Shelby (dark). Y/N will play a crucial part tearing apart the Shelby family, and this is only the start.

Skyfall- Tommy faces one of the hardest moments of his life when his family goes to prison, but he won’t face it alone.

Hometown Glory - Tommy is forced to go back to his Watery Lane house after Jimmy McCavern planted explosives in his property and takes away something that really matters to the Shelby leader.

The choice - 🎃 Tommy is losing Ruby from consumption, so he rushes to ask for help to a woman he had heard owns some kind of special power. But changing the course of things around has consequences.

The Photoshoot- Peaky Blinders edition

Always with me- Tommy Shelby x reader (+Grandma) 👵🏻🎄 Follow Tommy to plan for a different holiday for his girlfriend who is dealing with a significant loss

Grandma knows best -

Because of you- modern Tommy Shelby

Endless love- Modern Tommy. Y/N is “forced” to leave her husband and baby for the weekend, so join Tommy to sort parenthood by himself for a couple of days. How will he deal with everything? Including a fussy baby.

Toy soldier- Charlie is scared by the noises in his bedroom, so Tommy finds the perfect way to brush his fears away by sharing a story his own mother told him a long time ago.

A night at Delux - Modern Tommy Shelby. Y/N starts working at the best club in town, but an incident with the owner will caught his attention.

Watching over us - Ruby has been having some dreams that make her feel uneasy while Tommy is away. Because how would you feel after dreaming of someone who already passed away but it’s trying to send a message?

More than that - Modern -Tommy inherited something unexpected, but that will lead him to meet someone who’s looking a match for her own inheritance. 🎄👵🏻

Series

All we’d ever need- You are Polly’s goddaughter, met Tommy when you moved in with your godmother. After Grace left, when he was broken, in a shell, moved by the pain… until he started noticing you. Then in a serious relationship some unexpected news will shake their worlds a little.

Every little thing you do- Y/N has been Tommy’s best friend since childhood. She had always been there for him when he needed her the most. Now as the Shelby family are in a better position, Y/N will need Tommy’s support when something she didn’t expect happens.

Brotherhood (coming soon)

Blurbs here

Series

[ao3feed-crimeboys]

Alis Volat Propriis (He Flies by His Own Wings)

by The_Plant_Messiah

Tommy always wondered what Theseus looked like to others. Clad in black and crimson. Tall and looming. The gleam of blue, hateful eyes.

At least that’s what the wattpad fanfic had said.

That was another story for another time. Tubbo had taken a liking to reading aloud Theseus x Reader fics at 3 am without a warning.

Shaking his head of thoughts he zoned in on the task at hand. This would be simple.

He launched himself towards the dude with the pipe and interlaced his fingers through his hair and yanked back.

Words: 1649, Chapters: 1/20, Language: English

Fandoms: DSMP - Fandom

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Characters: TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Phil Watson | Philza, Wilbur Soot, Sally the Salmon (Dream SMP), Niki | Nihachu, Alexis | Quackity, Sam | Awesamdude, Toby Smith | Tubbo, Ranboo (Video Blogging RPF), Clay | Dream (Video Blogging RPF), GeorgeNotFound (Video Blogging RPF), Sapnap (Video Blogging RPF), Clay | Dream's Sister Drista (Video Blogging RPF), Captain Puffy (Video Blogging RPF)

Relationships: Phil Watson | Philza/Phil Watson | Philza's Chat, SBI - Relationship, Toby Smith | Tubbo & TommyInnit, Ranboo & Toby Smith | Tubbo, Ranboo & TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit

Additional Tags: Wingfic, Bird Hybrid Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Bird Hybrid TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Piglin Hybrid Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Piglin Hybrid Wilbur Soot, piglin hybrid Sally the Salmon, Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafés, Alternate Universe - Superheroes/Superpowers, Alternate Universe - Superheroes/Supervillains, Fluff, Angst with a Happy Ending, Happy Ending, Torture, Bench trio, Sleepy Bois Inc Week | SBI Week 2022, tommy is ace cuz I said so, TommyInnit-centric (Video Blogging RPF), Protective Wilbur Soot, Protective Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Protective Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), Dream is loosing his mind, poor Drista, broke bench trio, Villains, SBI are villians, Wilbur Soot and Technoblade are Siblings, twins duo, dirty crime boys, angel duo, Animal Instincts, preening, Sickness, idk how to tag, Syndicate

[soulariarym]

Materialist / Rules

  Hi! I'm Soulariarym, I write for all things horror, video games, Really anything that peaks my interest, feel free to request anything but please read the rules, what I'm comfortable with.

One Shot Requests: Closed

Head Cannon Requests: Open

Matchups: Closed

What I will write

Nsfw

Sfw

Romantic Relationship

Non romantic

Fluff

Comfort

Angst

Gore/Violence 

Any kinks besides listed in the “won't write” section

Heterosexual content, any lgbtq+ Content

X Reader, Character x Character

head cannons

One Shots, Stories (I don’t do stories for requests, only if its a story I personally wanna write, sorry!)

Match ups (please include what fandom you’d like a matchup with, if you request from a fandom I don’t write for I will ignore your request,Include your hobbies, looks, interests, sexuality. If your sexuality isn’t in your description I’ll match any gender, for dead by daylight please include survivors or killers or both)

Poly relationships  

What I won’t Write

Non Con

Pregnancy / breeding kink

Alpha / Beta / Omega roleplay

Characters who are pedos, rapists

Incest

Ageplay 

Urolagnia / Coprophilia 

Necrophilia / Anything related to dead animals

homophobia / Transphobia

Character x Oc

Change characters sexuality if they’ve been confirmed lgbtq+

Who I write for:

 Slashers, Tv Slashers, Popular Game Slashers

Ghostface (Stu Macher, Billy Loomis)

Jason Voorhees

Michael Myers

Chucky non doll form ( Charles Lee Ray, Nika Pierce)

Tiffany Valentine

Pyramid Head

Amanda Young

The Hell Priest (Pinhead)

Thomas Hewitt 

Pennywise (Clown, Human Form)

Kurt Kunkle

Stranger Things

Eddie Munson

001,Peter Ballard (Human form, Vecna)

Steve Harrington

Robin Buckley (Only WLW)

Nancy Wheeler

Jonathan Byers

Jim Hopper

Joyce Byers

Karen Wheeler

Billy Hargrove

Dmitri Antonov

Dead By Daylight Survivors

(If not listed I don't know much info on them to write, don't care for the character much. Sorry!)

Dwight Farefield

David King (Only MLM)

Nea Karlson

Feng Min

Claudette Mural 

Jake Park

Quentin Smith

Jeff Johansen

Jane Romero

Yui Kimura

Felix Ritcher

Yun-Jin Lee

Leon S Kennedy 

Dead By Daylight Killers

(If not listed I don't know much info on them to write, don't care for the character much. Sorry!)

Ghostface (Danny Johnson)

Evan Macmillan (The Trapper)

Philip Ojomo (The Wraith)

Max Thompson (The Hillbilly)

Sally Smithson (The Nurse)

Michael Myers (The Shape)

Anna (The Huntress)

Amanda Young (The Pig)

Frank, Joey, Susie, Julie (The Legion) *no nsfw for susie*

Adris (The Plague)

Caleb Quinn (The Deathslinger)

Pyramid Head (The Executioner) 

Jiwoon Hak (The Trickster)

And That's it! I'll probably add more as I discover new things, Don't be shy to request anything. I don't bite.

Materialist

(If the character didn’t originate from dead by daylight they’ll be listed under where they originated from)

Slashers, Tv Slashers, Popular Game Slashers

( guys I’m working on it pls I’m new to this 🥲)

[redcoralpot]

Rules + Introduction (Redone)

Introduction:

Hello! My name is Red, and my pronouns are he/him. I like to read, write, draw, and analyze characters I’m interested in. English is not my first language, so please be patient! <33

Rules:

I only write for male (ftm included) or gender neutral readers.

I write fluff, angst, and smut, but smut may come a bit slower and shorter than the rest.

I only write x male or non-binary characters from the media I write fanfiction for.

When requesting smut, know that I will not accept piss/shit kinks, non-con, zoophilia, pedophilia, yandere, dub-con, etc.

When requesting smut, know that I will only write top + dom reader.

I will not write x Shane (TWD), Josh Washington (UD), or The Governor (TWD).

Typical fic length is around 1K-2K words.

Media I’ll Write For:

The Walking Dead (TWD)

Sally Face (Sal Fisher and Travis Phelps only)

The Amazing Spider-Man 1-2 (Peter Parker only)

Read Dead Redemption 2 (RDR2)

Five Nights at Freddy's (FNAF)

SCREAM (Billy Loomis + Stu Macher)

Until Dawn (UD)

The Quarry (TQ)

Will be edited in the future! 😵‍💫

Want to become part of the taglist?

Google Forms Link!!

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

[germvity]

hello! im germ and i own this multifandom blog.

im mainly a writer but i like drawing and editing things too ☺️

my reader is gender neutral unless stated otherwise.

blog name was: enavity

this blog will contain swearing! if that's something you don't like feel free to leave!

don't repost any of my stuff please

reblogs > likes (but idm!)

personal writing tag: #germvity writing

personal random talk tag: #germvity venting

don't use my personal tags pls and ty

<3

i do not tolerate: racism, pedoph!lia, death threats/r@pe threats/r@pe jokes (they were never funny and never will be) (will write dub-con but nothing else!), su!c!de baiting, threats of s*lf h*rm/sh baiting, homophobia/transphobia/anti-lgbt, abuse giving people shit for their religion, posting hate for a fandom i write in: i.e i write for slashers sometimes and ik people think we condone their actions even tho we don't + they're fictional soo chill.

i'm uncomfortable with some kinks such as:

feet, scat!!!, ageplay (fucking gross), snuff, heavy bondage, extreme bdsm, spanking/cropping, slave/owner (more maybe added idk)

(fandoms and stories below cut)

• ENA - joel g:

ena, moony

• DBD:

surv: feng min, yui kimura, jake park, elódie rakoto, quentin smith, felix richter, yun-jin lee, cheryl mason, leon s. kennedy, steve harrington (more may be added)

killer: danny johnson (ghostface), demogorgon (pls don't judge me 😭), michael myers (shape), sally smithson (nurse), anna (huntress), rin yamaoka (spirit aka best girl who deserved so much better), f.j.s.j (legion - seperate ownly), adiris (plague), caleb quinn (deathslinger), talbot grimes (blight), charlotte deshay (twins), ji-woon hak (trickster) (more may be added)

• CAMP CAMP:

max, nikki, neil, nerris, harrison, preston, sasha, erin, jasper (aged up only!), david, gwen, daniel

• GENSHIN IMPACT:

kaeya, amber, venti, albedo, diluc, childe, razor (more may be added)

(more may be added)

requests closed atm!

• FANTASTIC MR FOX:

(human versions/animal!reader only i don't do animal/human (ironic isn't it bc i write for demo-))

ash, kris, agnes (aged up), mr fox aka red bc he canonically doesn't have a first name (aka dilf 😩), stan weasel, felicity fox, franklin bean (please his voice is perfect)

• CREEPYPASTA(s):

jeff, ben, toby, tim/masky, brian/hoodie, helen/bloody painter, jane 😍, eyeless jack, laughing jack, isaac grossman, sally (PLATONICALLY), (more may be added)

• THE ARCANA:

asra, julian, portia, nadi 💜, muriel, lucio, valdemar, vulgora, volta, vlastomil, valerius

• MIRACULOUS LADYBUG:

adrien, chat noir, luka, nathaniel, chloe, alya, marinette, alix, félix, kagami

• THE WALTEN FILES:

brian stells, sophie walten (fem only), jack walten, felix kranken

• FNAF:

william afton (fnaf series), michael afton/schmidt (fnaf series), jeremy fitzgerald (fnaf series)

• FINAL FANTASY 7 REMAKE:

cloud strife <3, biggs, jessie, reno, leslie kyle <3

• BLACK OPS ZOMBIES:

edward richtofen, tank dempsey, nikolai belinski, takeo masaki, marlton johnson, abigail “misty” briarton, michael “finn” o’leary, albert “weasel” arlington, billy handsome, sal deluca, scarlett rhodes, bruno delacroix, diego necalli, stanton shaw

STORIES:

rises the moon // leon kennedy x reader

chapters:

1 , 2 , 3 , 4 , 5 , 6 , 7 , 8 , 9 , 10 , 11 , 12 , 13 , 14 , 15

[girlboypersonthingy]

SALLY FACE PLAYLISTS 🎭 🎸

Sal Fisher x reader and the mix he would make for you~ 🩵

Side note: I always try to keep the reader gender neutral but some of these songs may use specific pronouns like she/her or the words boy/girl. But don’t let that stop you from enjoying the music! ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜💖

This mf is so sappy, good lord…he’s a big fan of the cure and the smiths fs. Before Larry showed him metal music,

[kickingitwithkirk]

Red Sunflowers

Summary: Jensen has fallen for his best friend’s best friend. A long buried scandal jeopardizes their friendship and his feelings.

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Wife!Reader (Ginger)

For: @winchesterxfamilybusiness

#MakeMeSwoon #Sabrina’s 250 followers writing challenge

Word Count: 3480

Warnings: cursing, angry Jensen, rumors, gossip, talk of harassment/male, talk about foster homes, breast cancer diagnosis & treatment.

Prompt: “The guy at the bar keeps staring at you” in bold

A/N: I have absolutely no idea how I came up with this one. Hope it makes sense due to some last minute rewriting and editing.

A/N II: Ginger got nickname from Jared

A/N III: I’m not sure if Chilliwack has sunflower fields so I incorporated some elements from the local pumpkin farm I go to.

*no beta, all mistakes are mine

*photo found online

*divider by @firefly-graphics

Now:

Ginger

“The guy at the bar keeps staring at you.” Jensen growls between clenched teeth as he stares over my shoulder.

I turned towards the coffeehouse’s bar area not seeing anyone until I gazed in the mirror running its length finally spotting a man watching us intensely in it. I notice his cell phone casually tucked under his arm recording us, it’s what incited Jen’s reaction.

Sam Smith’s recurrence of breast cancer had renewed interest in me too. Several years ago after my diagnosis and treatment of stage 1A breast cancer, I had chosen not to go public. Jen and I have always tried to live as normally as possible in our fishbowl.

Turning back, I find Dean Winchester about to slip his chain. Fuck, I can’t let this escalate, I’ve gotta distract Jensen before he does something stupid that goes viral again.

“Oooh baby, Dean coming out to play makes me so..mmmm” I start moaning, “…oooh god,” I run my hand through my hair, “…oh yeah, right there,” running my hand down my throat and over my chest, “right there.. ooh..*gasps*, oh..oh god!” I toss my head, my hair flipping as my hands bang on the table, ”Yes! Yes! Yesss… ooooo..Yes!!!” I release a loud, wailing noise signaling my climax and slide down a bit in the seat softly moaning.

Taking a deep breath I sat upright smiling at my husband, pick up my teacup and take a sip as Jensen stares at me, the blush crawling up to the cinnamon freckled tips of his elfin ears.

The barista comes over nervously glancing at me, “Is everything alright?”

“I’ll have what she’s having.” Jensen says deadpan.

People around us burst out laughing, catching on to our When Harry met Sally moment.

After all these years of everything we’ve been through, my outlandish antics still make him blush and I’m grateful knowing that part of our relationship will never change.

Jensen’s expression morphs into one of absolute adoration for his obviously brilliant wife. He takes my hand, turning it over kisses my palm before holding it against his cheek making me wish he still had his sexy hiatus beard.

“So, you gonna let these assbutts ruin our day or can you ignore them long enough to take me to Chilliwack?”

Then:

Jensen

Sitting in the wardrobe department, cup of coffee wrapped in my hands I can’t keep my foot from bouncing nervously in anticipation of my roommate’s other best friend coming to visit for a month.

Jared’s standing with his back to door when she entered, “What the fuck have they been feeding you Padalecki?!”

Jared turns around only wearing his infectious smile and a pair of Sam’s jeans. “Ginger!” He rushs over and lifts her up like she weighs nothing spinning around several times. She starts laughing “Okay Tarzan, put me down, I’m getting dizzy!”

She steps back and reached up poking Jared’s pecs making them bounce, “Dude, your tits are bigger than mine, no fucking fair!”

“Are not and don’t call them tits, I’m not a girl,” he makes a grab for her hand but she dodges.

“Really, you got nipples so technically their tits, I’ll prove it,” and she grips the hem of her T-shirt lifting it up to her chin before Jared could stop her…oh shit, I can feel that stupid, embarrassing blush I do creeping up my face at the sight of her lacy bra not doing much to hide her nipples.

“Hey, engaged man here, you’re gonna get me in trouble!” Jared covers his eyes in mock shock.

She pulls her shirt back down, “Got it, no flashing, mooning or parading around naked in front of Jared. Well damn, there goes my fun.” She leans to the left looking around him at me, “So you must be Jensen the live-in-babysitter Ackles,” she walked over to me extending her hand, “I’m Y/N.”

I’m still blushing as I shake her hand, “I thought your name was Ginger,” I say stupidly, my upstairs brain is confused and downstairs is way more interested than it should be in someone I just met.

“Inside joke,” she chucks a thumb back at Jared, “this fucker thinks is funny.” They continue to banter back and forth before we’re called to the set.

Oh Chuck, now understand why these two are so close, she’s Jared minus the penis.

Shortly after I had moved into Jared’s we were looking for some photos his sister wanted when he came across some stills and candids taken from his Gilmore Girls years.

Ginger is the girl next door pretty but possesses an edginess about her, something in her eyes indicates her looks were deceiving. Jared said they had clicked like we did and been best friends ever since.

After one night out partying too hard with a few of the guys, a very inebriated Jared got this thumb drive out and showed me some videos he had made. Jared seems vanilla when it come to sex, although he is raunchy as hell with his quips.

I learned way too much about my friend’s kink for tongue piercings. He handed me the drive with a wink before staggering off to bed. I had no clue where Jared kept his porn and not wanting to make things really awkward between us, I stashed the drive in my room, forgetting about it.

The next morning I wasn’t hungover, shocking the hell out of me when I heard what sounds like a dying moose coming from the bathroom. I cautiously open the door to found a green tinged, clammy Jared with his head in the toilet. Sometime during the night he had gotten up and ate the marinating ribs Tom Welling had left in our fridge.

Jared spent the rest of the day at work drinking meat tenderizer and me? I felt immensely relieved he didn’t seem to remember anything after leaving the bar last night.

It’s been great having Ginger hanging out with us on and off set. She has this off kilter humor, making everyone crack up no matter how crappy or stressful the days have been.

On weekends we’ve been dressing up all these different disguises, doing the whole kitschy, touristy thing. She didn’t get to see much of the city last time she was here filming a movie.

She wrangled us into going to the Carousel museum and pretending they were cowboys, Ginger somehow managed to fold the 6’4” Sasquatch up on a tiny seahorse, even had Jared exaggerating his Texas twang to entertain a bunch of kids riding with them.

I began to develop a major problem. During the day, I’m good, staying busy, focused on work, but at night my dreams have taken on a life of their own. I keep dreaming of Ginger laying naked at the edge of my bed, her legs draped over my shoulders moaning lasciviously as I’m kneeling on the floor eating her out.

Sue me, I’m a single, horny guy who’s got my fantasy girl sleeping down the hall.

One night we ran into Mike Rosenbaum at a local pub and his mouth almost got all of us banned.

The look he gave Ginger followed by some remark I didn’t catch made her lose her shit, Jared grabbed her as she took a swing at Mike and picking her up in a fireman’s carry hauls her outside still cursing at Mike.

I couldn’t fathom what the hell had just happened.

When they can back in Jared has a firm grip on her arm and the look he gave Mike, a thunderous expression I’ve only seen when he is truly pissed off.

As they pass by Ginger throws F bombs and gives Mike the two finger salute before Jared shoves her into an open booth in the back keeping her pinned between the wall and him for the rest of the night

Mike remarked he can’t believe that Ginger has the chutzpah to visit Jared after the Gilmore Girls incident.

I have no idea what the hell he is talking about. He couldn’t believe I didn’t know about the whole, sorted scandal.

He started telling me Ginger was involved with an unnamed, not of age male star on the series, the real reason for her character’s abrupt departure from the show and how the WB hushed the whole thing up.

I was stunned, what he was saying didn’t fit the Ginger I’ve gotten to know. I asked if he was sure he got the story right and he said he got it straight from L.G. herself.

I must have had a doubtful look ‘cause he told me to ask Danneel, she knew about it too. That shocked me, she knew Ginger was staying with us, so why hadn’t she said something?

Before he left he said the one thing he never could understand is why Jared remained loyal to her when no one else did.

Then a very unpleasant notion clicked in my partially inebriated brain.

The thumb drive.

I had taken Mike’s advice and called Danneel, casually mentioning Ginger by her real name during our conversation and she flipped the fuck out on me. After I finally got her to calm down she confirmed the story.

***

Jared keeps asking me what’s wrong. I told him it was a disagreement with Danneel and I needed some time to work stuff out.

We were spending the day with a bunch of the cast, crew and their families at the Chilliwack Corn Maze and Pumpkin Farm and I was relieved, things were so awkward and tense at home even Sadie and Harley were picking up on it.

It was great hanging out with everyone, not thinking too much about what I didn’t want to believe. Jared seemed more himself, the big Moose enjoying hanging with the kids, playing, carving pumpkins with them.

Ginger and Jay got into this silly argument over who carved the best jack o’ lantern ending up in a mock fight with ladles at ten paces.

It was heading into late afternoon and those of us still hanging out were gathering around the lit fire pits relaxing with some drinks and swapping scary stories. Jared and Ginger disappeared awhile ago and I kept having this unsettling feeling so I decide to go look for them.

I spotted them sitting at one of the tables near the red and yellow sunflower fields, Jared’s swiping at his face. Concerned as to what’s upset him, I start to make my way over when Ginger suddenly climbs into his lap cradling his face in both hands wiping his tears and kisses him.

Part of me wants to run over there and jerk that bitch off of him but I know from experience it would upset him even more. It was then I decided I needed to confront Ginger about everything.

Ten minutes later Jared wanders back over telling me he’s leaving, heading straight to the airport to go meet his fiancée in Seattle, asking me to take care of the dogs.

I ask if everything was okay and he shrugs, saying he needs to talk to her about some things. He made his goodbyes and Clif said he’d be back to drive us home.

I went back to find Ginger wandering through the red sunflowers as the slowly sinking suns rays cast the field into vibrant colors. I momentarily forgot all my anger watching her, the way the light played over her, bringing out the red highlights in her hair to match the sunflowers swaying with the soft breeze around her.

It was at that moment I realized I’ve fallen in love with her.

I am so fucked up.

After we got back I took the dogs for a long walk trying to sort out what the hell I’m gonna do. By the time we get back Ginger has left a note saying she’s already gone to bed.

I got Sadie and Harley settled and grabbed a shower but still couldn’t relax, the events of today keep running round and round. I finally got up and decided to look for that damn drive, eventually finding it in a rarely used dresser drawer and sitting it on the nightstand go downstairs retrieving a bottle from the bar before heading back to bed.

It sits there mocking me, that damn drive containing her sins. I’ve downed almost three quarters of that bourbon the last few hours and it’s not helped one bit when hear the back door shutting. Ginger’s up early and had let the dogs out.

It’s now or never.

I fist the drive and stagger down stairs smelling fresh brewing coffee, she doesn’t drink it, only green tea. I find her in the kitchen refilling the dog’s water bowls.

“Morning, coffee will be ready in a minute, figured you could some after last night.”

“What ‘bout last night?”

“I heard you pacing around till all hours and since you’re so not a morning person…”

“You’re the reason I couldn’t sleep.”

She turned around with a confused look, “What do I have…”

I toss the drive on the counter and sat down on a bar stool as it lands with a clatter. She picks it up and scrunches her brow in confusion, “What’s this?”

I tip my head down, glaring at her as I feel my anger bubbling. She turns it over in her hands seeming to finally recognize it, ”Where the fuck did you get this?” Her voice is somewhere between shocked and I’d swear heartbroken. I keep glaring, “I know what’s on it and about everything else you did.”

“What I did?”

“To Jared when he was seventeen.”

Ginger eyes are full of anguish, shaking her head unable to say anything and runs out of the back door.

The dogs start frantically barking in the backyard. I jumped up and somehow managed to run straight out onto the deck spotting her with her arms wrapped around herself hyperventilating. I rushed over and she punched me, got a hell of a right jab, continues to pummel me.

I’m finally able to maneuver behind her wrapping her up in my arms from behind and grunting, “settle down before someone calls the Mounties,” wrestle her back inside shutting out the agitated dogs.

“H..how cou…could you think…I would hur…hurt Jared…he’s the only family I have!”

“I got the whole story from a very reliable source, how you pressured him into a sexual relationship or you’d make sure he’d lose his role on Gilmore Girls. Then I saw you kissing him yesterday before he left upset.”

“Fuck you Ackles, I was the one protecting him! I had my suspicions of what was happening and when I caught them together I knew what this person was trying to do to him.” She started pacing around the kitchen before speaking again.

“Oh, they were very good with the subtleties, knowing when and how to say what they wanted so you’d feel like you had no choice but to give in to them. I took the hit to keep it quiet for Jared, it’d cost him his career otherwise.” She throws the drive that was still clenched in her hand at me, “And FYI, that’s not me in those videos, the only thing that’s ever been pierced on me is my ears!”

I frowned, my brain trying to come back online to absorb what she was saying. There are a lot of users in this business, I ran into a few in my early career too but apparently not to the extent Jared had, “then who’s…”

Ginger winced, “Jared was dating this girl while living with me, I ended up investing in some noise cancelling headphones. How did you…”

“Jar and one to many,” I made the gesture for drinking and she chuckled, “Yeah, been there, done that.”

I wandered into the living room sitting down on one end of the couch and she sat on the other. Rubbing my hand over my face I asked, “What did you mean by Jared’s the only family you got Y/N?” It’s the first time I’ve called her by her real name.

Y/N started biting on her fingers just like Jared, “Swear you’ll never divulge what I tell you.”

“Ummm, yeah, I swear.”

“I grew up in the system, some of the homes were decent but no one wanted to adopt me, I was too this or that, it’s where I learned how to read people. Anyways, the last one was an end of the line place for those of us about to age out.

The couple seemed okay but it was obvious by how the others acted something was off. Man, they had being subtle down to a T. It wasn’t the first home I’d been in one like that but when they started with me…I split the first chance I got, made up a new name. Soon as I hit eighteen I took what money I had and legally changed it to Y/N Y/L/N.

I met Jared auditioning for Gilmore, made some dumb joke like where’d a tall drink like him been all my life. Next thing I knew he was taking me home to Texas for the holiday break to meet his family and I’ve been an unofficial Padalecki ever since.”

“So what was that yesterday?”

“If you’d stuck around you would’ve seen that I kissed Jared for like two seconds and convinced him to go see his girl, talk out what’s been bothering him. But nooo, you just…”

“Jump to conclusions based on erroneous facts?”

“Wow, maybe you should drink like this all the time, it drastically raises your IQ,” I give her my intimidating Dean expression and she scoffs, “I’m a smart ass, sue me.”

I let out this sigh I’ve never used before, “So, where do we go from here?”

“How about a shower ‘cause you stink dude,” she dramatically waves her hand in front of her face, “and I’ll fix my secret hangover cure.”

“What’s in it?” I ask because unlike Jared, I don’t eat anything and everything.

“You really don’t want to know, hence the secret bit, but I guarantee it works.”

Now:

Ginger

Jensen closed our apartment door as I haul my tired ass over to the couch. It’s the first time we’ve spent the day at Chilliwack since my diagnosis.

“You overdid it today sweetheart.” Jen’s voice was laced with concern as he headed into the kitchen sitting the pumpkins we carved on the counter and found a vase to put the cut red sunflowers in.

He places the vase on the coffee table for me and sits down as I stretch out laying my head in his lap and he starts running his thick fingers through my hair.

“Yeah, but so fucking worth it.” I contently remark.

We used to go every October on our anniversary, it’s where we held our wedding ceremony, surrounded by those red sunflowers where Jensen first realized he loved me.

The iPad sitting on the side table starts vibrating and Jen picks it up checking the notifications.

“Your blog post is getting hits like crazy.” He hands the pad to me.

I decided to post an article I composed on my…our journey from: my diagnosis, lumpectomy, radiation treatment and the eventual reconstructive surgery done months later.

In writing this I’m very candid on how cancer changed both our lives, what we went through, how it physically and emotionally steamrollered us, ultimately altering how we relate to each other.

I might have been the one who had it, but it affected Jensen in ways that most people tend to overlook. I was also open about the affects on our sex life too, much to his chagrin.

I wrapped it up with that I will have to be periodically tested for the rest of my life and so far, thankfully, they’ve all come back negative.

We decided to accompany the piece with a B & W photo, my gorgeous husband dressed to the nines looking hot as fuck with that beard.

And me?

I’m in nothing but a pair of high heels and his strategically placed hands, showing that the scars cancer survivors carry are not scary but a testament to our strength and ab-so-fucking-lutly nothing to be ashamed of.

“This should get those jerks to back the fuck off.” Jen remarks as I sit up.

“Hmmm…”

“I know that Hmmm, what are you thinking?”

“I was wondering if we should go ahead and make that other announcement, we can’t keep it a secret much longer.”

Jensen lets out the long suffering sigh he’s cultivated since we got together. “Might as well rip the bandage off…”

My husband at times…grrr arg, “could you be any more fucking excited?”

Jensen dramatically rolls his eyes before smiling at me. I playfully slap his shoulder getting up and move over to stand in front of the wall as he focuses the pads camera on me.

He has me do several poses before he’s happy and won’t let me see what he’s doing to it before posting on my blog. He breaks into the biggest kid in the candy shop grin showing it to me.

SPN: @donnaintx  @lyarr24 @flamencodiva @b3autyfuldisast3r

Dean/Jensen: @thoughts-and-funnies @stoneyggirl @akshi8278 @beabutterfly987​

[natewrightt]

hey so like. um.

ballroom dancing with five while you’re on a mission with him, stumbling over your feet because you can’t really dance so he takes the lead, and when you get the hang of it he leans into your ear and whispers something in french -because of fucking course- and you almost trip from being flustered before he catches you.

not a request. i, am just a simp for five being a teasing asshole

Summary: things don’t exactly go as planned when you and Five are sent on a mission.

Ship: Five Hargreeves x reader

Warnings: google translate lmao

Notes: wow I just couldn’t not do this concept

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“Oh, and you’ll be working with each other for this project.”

“What?!” You and Five exclaim at the same time. The both of you probably hated each other more than this job, which is saying a lot. Never in a million years did you think that you guys would have to work together. But here the Handler was.

“You heard me correctly. Y/N has the skills that you lack so she should come with you.”

Five scoffed as you smirked at him for that, pretending to shine an apple and rubbing it on your shirt.

“Fine.”

“Great!” She sent the both of you a weird smile before handing the case file over. You were just about to open it when Five teleported in front of you and yanked it from your grasp.

“Asshole.” You muttered as Five read.

“A masquerade? What is this, the 90s?” He says sarcastically after reading it over and tossing it to you carelessly. You looked over it to see your target - Peter Smith - attending some sort of party. Wait a minute.

“I’m not dressing up all fancy just to kill someone!” You tell her, throwing the case on the floor in anger. Five rolls his eyes and teleports out of the office, leaving you and the Handler alone. You gulp as she gets up from her desk.

“You don’t want to end up like good old Sally here, do you?” She asks menacingly, pointing to a decapitated woman on the wall being hung as decoration. You shake your head before slowly backing away until you’re dashing out of the room. Damn, she was crazy.

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“L/N.”

“Hargreeves.” You hiss right back at him.

“Nice dress.”

“Let’s stay professional, yeah?”

“Don’t flatter yourself.”

Sending one last glare to each other, you both enter the mansion filled with old men and their little side chicks along with people who looked quite important. Needless to say, two 18 year olds did not look welcome in this type of setting.

“There’s our guy.” Five whispers to you, shooting a glance at Peter Smith hanging by the coffee machine looking around quite suspiciously. You nodded before the both of you made a run towards him, but was stopped when a woman who appeared to be his wife pulled him to the dance floor to slowdance. You and Five groan.

“Well, there’s only one thing we can do.”

“What?” You ask, but when he takes his hand out you immediately shake your head. “Can’t we just wait until he sits back down?”

“What? Do you not know how to dance?” He teases. You stay silent, trying to stutter out a response until he laughs quietly. “Oh my god, you don’t!”

“Shut up, Hargreeves.”

Giving up, you sigh, taking his hand and allowing him to lead you onto the dance floor. He smirks at you before putting both hands on your waist. Jesus Christ, you want to die right now. Five, however, is quite enjoying himself. Bastard.

“You just sway around, like this.” He instructs. Eventually you get the hang of it, but still visibly stumbling on your heels. The foot cramps later on would be so painful.

However, that’s not what you can think about right now with Five’s face just about an inch from yours. You can feel his hot, minty breath hitting your face. With his famous smirk not leaving, he leans in a little bit closer before speaking again.

“Je veux arracher cette robe de vous.”

You gasp, suddenly loosing control as you trip over yourself with a flustered face and start to fall backwards. Five catches you halfway, trying his best not to laugh out loud at your reaction. You scoff, pushing him off of you.

“I hate you.”

“Non tu ne le fais pas.” He whispers back before he sees Peter start to go upstairs into the hallway. Now was your chance! The both of you practically sprint to catch up with him, hiding in a corner to discuss the plan.

“Okay. I’ll distract him, you get the gun loaded.” You tell him, attempting to catch your breath. He nods and you walk up to Peter, planning out what you’re going to say.

“Excuse me?” You ask in a girlie voice, making you shudder. This was gonna be hard. He turns around, smiling at you before leaning down to get to your height level.

“Yes, sweetheart?” He answers, sending a sickingly sweet smile.

“SWEETHEART?” You exclaim, losing control and kicking him in the shins. Just as he’s about to react, Five shoots.

Once the footsteps start to get closer and closer, Five panics and grabs your arm, teleporting you outside of the building.

Maybe working with Five wasn’t so bad after all.

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Je veux arracher cette robe de vous: I want to tear this dress off you

Non tu ne le fais pas: No you don’t

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Wings in the Dark Chapter 6:  Stories From the Dark

AN:  I feel like this chapter should have been posted around Halloween, but there was NO WAY I was waiting that long XD  Also its a bit short, I think, to me, it goes a little quick, partially because I didn’t want to have to write Levi wandering around this little town this whole time having all this meaningless chit-chat meant to fish information, I decided summarizing was best with detail where it counted XD

Characters:  Levi, Fem!Vampire!Reader (Mentioned), Erwin, Various OCs and BG Characters

Pairing:  (Eventual)  Levi x Fem!Vampire!Reader

Warnings:  Descriptions of Violence, Descriptions of Murder Aftermath, Description of Fatal Injuries, Description of Buried Alive, Descriptions of Injuries, Language

Word Count:  5188

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*Levi's POV*

While taking such a sudden few days off might have caused a couple bumps in the way things were developing around HQ, but he knew Erwin would be able to handle it and smooth things over, so he stayed focused on the task at hand.

Stripped of any signia, symbol, or uniform resembling clothes that could suggest that he was part of the military, Levi was dressed in plainclothes, having taken a carriage out to L/N’s supposed hometown early in the morning.  He still arrived with plenty of time in the day to investigate the town and see what he could find on-site, taking in the small, easily overlooked town that was more of a loose collection of homes bordered by farms, with a central farmer’s market to keep some local trade and business going.  Any serious buying and selling probably consisted in a day’s trip to one of the larger towns within Wall Rose, but it seemed they had basic foodstuffs here.  He managed to find a blacksmith tucked away in a corner between a small grouping of houses, as well as an old, empty building that had a weathered carpentry sign in front of it.  So there had been more trade smiths around here, before the town gradually lost those businesses.

Talking casually with the blacksmith informed Levi that a ways past the farms, there was a home that was the reason for most of their outside visitors--people who could afford to would put their elderly loved ones in the care center, and there was a separate building for the mentally ill to live comfortably and get the care they needed as well.  Visitors to the town usually consisted of relatives visiting their loved ones in the homes, or they were descendants that had moved away but came back for the occasional hometown or family visit.

Which meant Levi, having no ties himself and not knowing about the homes, stuck out a bit despite his best efforts.  The communities of small towns were tightly knit and they knew their own, so it couldn’t be helped, and he would have to deal with the fact everyone was going to be curious why he was here.

While talking with the blacksmith, he also heard that the carpentry shop had been the family trade for the Frazier family--the family who lost the daughter sharing L/N’s first name.  With the murder of their only child, there was no one to take on the family business, and the building had fallen into disrepair after the parents had gone to the home outside town.

That had caught Levi’s interest.  They’d been in the home for years judging from the sign alone, and the impression he’d received was that only the well off could supply their own stay at the home, or their family members paid for it.  If there were no children to pay for them, and they’d only been a small carpentry business in a no-name town, how could they afford to be in the home?  He doubted it was by the grace of the community, though it was a possibility considering the tragedy that had happened here.

Moving on from the blacksmith so he didn’t ask too many questions in one place, Levi made a mental note to make his way up to the homes to investigate the still-living parents of the original Y/N.  Making his way to the farmer’s market, Levi perused for any small town hidden treasures and struck up conversations, looking for a town gossip to get talking about the town’s history so that he could eventually hear the more personal tale of the double homicide than the technical report Erwin had scrounged up for him.

While trying to get the man selling the baked goods to be a little more forthcoming, Levi overheard a small group of children, three or four gathered around each other as one of the older children attempted to scare the smallest of the group with a surprisingly gristly tale.

“...clawed at the wood of the coffin, screaming for someone to hear her, too afraid to realize her screams took up what little air she had.  Her fingernails broke and blood coated the coffin, her elbow busted open as she pounded and shrieked for help, but no one could hear her so far beneath the dirt.  Some say she did manage to break the wood, but halfway through the dirt falling on her she couldn’t breathe, and body’s still frozen in her silent scream, so close to freedom, no one above ground aware of the terror she felt before she truly died.  Now, so she doesn’t feel so alone, Screaming Sally’s ghost crawls out of her grave and drags children like you from their beds and drags them into her coffin below ground.”

The poor youngest was visibly trembling, tears of fright in their eyes before one of the other kids shouted and grabbed them, making the youngest shriek and cry as they laughed and continued to pick on them.

“Tch.”  Levi turned to them, a glare in his eyes that he pinned on the older kids who should have known better.  “Oi!  Cut it out.”

Spooked by the scary voice, and even more so by the scary man they saw glaring at them, the older kids bolted, with the youngest running away once they were free of the older kids, most likely to run home and find comfort from a parent.

Levi turned his attention back to the stall in front of him, a woman beside him buying a basket of rolls as he scowled over the childishly cruel display he’d just seen.

“That’s one messed up horror story for kids to be telling each other,” he muttered, paying for a loaf of bread and waiting for the man to finish wrapping it for him.  The woman beside him turned with a small shrug.

“All the children around here know about that stupid story about Screaming Sally.  It’s been around for decades, and at this point, it’s almost a rite of passage to hear it eventually.”

Levi looked at her, sensing he might have someone who would be willing to share if he asked the right questions.  “How did it start?”

The woman sighed, shaking her head.  “Some poor caretaker for the graveyard by the woods about forty years back snapped after that double homicide and started trying to tell people one of the girls crawled out of her grave.  Everyone knows it’s impossible, not to mention the grave was undisturbed when folks checked in the morning after seeing how sincere he was.  They had to put him in the home because he kept insisting he saw it, and eventually the story turned into the Screaming Sally legend the kids are always sharing to scare each other.”

Levi’s head tilted slightly to the side, eyes widening momentarily in surprise as the unsuspected connection jumped out at him.

For the briefest moment, he was looking back up at Kenny years ago as Kenny shared some outlandish story to try and scare him.  When Levi had called out it’s legitimacy and accused him of spewing a nonsense legend that wasn’t even possible, he’d suddenly appeared a little serious, a small frown appearing beneath the brim of that signature hat of his as he gave Levi the reply that now rang in his ears.

“There’s always a little truth to every legend.”

Pretending his surprise was over something else the woman had said, Levi took the chance to try and pry the local story from her.

“Double homicide?  Out here?” Levi asked, suggesting that kind of thing never happened in places like this.

In his opinion, they were more likely to happen out here, since it was so damn isolated.

As Levi took his wrapped loaf, the two started to walk together, just a little further down the path as she indulged his curiosity.

“I know--it’s the darkest stain on this town’s history.  Still unsolved, too--one of those locked room murders I think they call them.  Y/N Frazier and Victoria Schultz.  The Fraziers’ daughter had been out late the night before and came to her parent’s home to rest instead of going back to her own home.  She was sick the entire next day, and her best friend Victoria came to visit her.  Sometime between the moment Victoria and Y/N were in the room together to the time the Fraziers checked in on them a few hours later, some psychopath managed to find their way into the room, tore Victoria apart beyond recognition, and disappeared with the Frazier girl.  Without the Fraziers hearing anything amiss!  The police thought it might have been the Frazier girl, because it was the only possible explanation considering the bedroom door was locked and any attacker would have had to come in through the window, and neither girl made a sound, so perhaps Victoria knew her attacker--but Y/N’s body showed up on the edge of the woods a few days later, poor girl.  They never found out who did it, or what exactly happened.  It still haunts the people in the town who are old enough to remember it.”

As the woman spun the more personal version of the tale, Levi’s mind filled in the gristly details that had been in the report he’d read.  How there had been hardly any blood left in the mutilated girl left behind lying on the bed, but far less in the room than there should have been, how L/N’s namesake had been found lying just within the forest’s edge, neck bruised and broken, as well as several bones, covered in bruises and lacerations.  It was a closed-casket funeral for both.  They had no leads, no one with a motive, no mysterious footprint or shadowy figure seen leaving the crime scene.  They’d just been murdered out of nowhere, and nothing like it had happened anywhere near the town ever since.  It was a sudden, violent anomaly in their history, and one that was going to leave a mark that would never disappear.

Levi said goodbye to the woman with the bread roll basket, standing in the middle of the road with his gaze turned towards the homes he’d been told about, a thoughtful frown on his face.

It seemed he had two reasons to visit this place:  the Fraziers and the caretaker.

Once there, as curious as he was, Levi decided against visiting the Fraziers and asking about the events of forty years ago.  From what he’d been able to dig up, it was likely something that still haunted them to this day, and he wasn’t here to terrorize the elderly.

He did, however, pry into who was paying for their stay at the home.  Once at the front desk, he suggested that he wanted to pay for their stay, asking after the amount it would take and how often, before insisting whatever payments they were making themselves stop so they wouldn’t have to pay out of their own pockets.  At that point, he’d been politely turned down, the secretary informing him that the Fraziers already had an angel donor who was paying regularly for their stay at the home.

“Can I get a name so I can talk to them about splitting the payments?” Levi asked, leaning forward slightly in anticipation.

“I’m sorry, but...angel donors are what we call anonymous donors who don’t have any ties to the family but still pay for their care.  We don’t know who makes the payments, only that they’re made regularly and on time, so Mr. and Ms. Frazier can spend the rest of their days here.  I have no name to give you, not that I could, considering that would be sensitive information,” the secretary said politely, though there was a bit of a chill in her voice brought about by Levi’s questioning.  He ignored it, busy mulling over this new detail.

He had no evidence to support it, no reason to suspect it, but what if the angel donor was L/N?  He knew she was looking for ways to cut costs with how she spent her money, it was one of the reasons she had the tea garden at HQ--it would save her money in the future by cutting costs she spent on things like tea.  And her lack of personal belongings could also be from a lack of money to buy nice things for herself.  What if the money she saved from her salary was going towards the Fraziers’ well-being?

Again, he had no evidence.  It was just a thought, a far-fetched theory, but it was something to take note of and consider, just in case it wasn’t far off the mark.

Getting the hint from the secretary and knowing he was at a dead end as to who was taking care of the Fraziers, at least for what he would find here in town, Levi moved on to the next objective.

“All right, well, I also came to talk to someone in the psychiatric home.  He used to be a cemetery caretaker about forty years ago.”

Recognition immediately sparked in her eyes, as well as a bit of apprehension.  “We’ll need you to sign in, as well as put down a reason for visiting.”

“Fine,” Levi replied, taking the paper she slid over and writing Jacob, no last name--not that he’d have one to give even if he was using his actual name--and then wrote down social visit before handing it over.  Her eyebrows rose slightly and her gaze flickered up to him from the paper, and Levi gazed back at her calmly, waiting patiently for her to at least direct him the proper way.

“Room seventeen.  Follow me,” she said, leading them out the door--since they’d been in the home for the elderly--and a little ways away to the other building that acted as the psychiatric home.  Once inside she led Levi up two flights of stairs and down a fairly long hall to let Levi into the room marked seventeen in white paint.  “Mr. Briarton, you have a visitor,” she said after opening the door, allowing Levi to step into the room and take in a man in his late fifties, early sixties, suspicious pale green eyes narrowed at Levi as he stepped inside.

“I don’t knows you,” the man rasped.

“Jacob,” Levi said bluntly, stepping deeper into the room and staying conscious of the fact the secretary was temporarily lingering to make sure everything was going to be all right.  “I came to hear your story.”

“Hah?  Here to mock an old man?”  Briarton sneered.

“No.  Just to listen,” Levi responded simply.  Briarton sized Levi up for a moment, then looked at the secretary still standing in the doorway and gave a small wave.

“We’re fine, Janice, you can leave now.  I’s knows the rest of you’s is tired of hearin’ my tale.”

“Are you sure, Mr. Briarton.”

“Eh,” he grumbled, and Janice sighed and shut the door, leaving the two of them behind.  “Why exactly are you’s interested in hearin’ my story?  Everyone else says I’m’s crazy.  Locked me up for it, too!”

“I’ve heard the town legends.  Someone I knew used to say there’s always a bit of truth to the legends.  So I’m here looking for the truth,” Levi answered, leaning up against the wall with arms folded over his chest.

“Hmm…” Briarton hummed, contemplating Levi’s reason before he sighed.  “I’s guessin’ you’s already heard ‘bout the murders, if you’s here.”

At Levi’s nod, Briarton skipped over the events that came before, and went right to talking about the burial.  “Closed caskets they’s were.  Victoria had a pine box, Mr. Frazier insisteds on makin’ Y/N’s hisself, out of willow.  We’s buried them midday, six feets down in the grounds, six feets dried earth on those boxes.  I’s told they’s were both dead for sures, no comin’ back--specially poor Victoria.  Schultz’s weren’t allowed to sees hers it was so bad.  Course we’s all thoughts abouts it, we’s all hoped back then the killer’d get caught.  People kept comin’ by till it gots too dark and I’s closed the cemetery for the’s night.  My’s job was to make sure no ones messed with the graves, and I’s was patrollin’ like usual, and for the’s longest time, I didn’t hear nut-thin.  But sometime in the wee hours of the mornin’, as I’s was comin’ up on the girls’s graves, I saw somethin’ movin on the ground on tops of one.  I’s went to yells at them, to tell ‘em kids to scram, cause that’s what I’s thoughts they were.  But when I’s got close enough to see a bit better, I’s realized they’s was comin’ up from the ground--outta the ground.  I’s was frozen in place, watchin’ them’s drag themselves out of the dirt, clawin’ across the ground likes a wounded animal.  I’s was tryin’ to scream, but I’s couldn’t makes a sound.”

Briarton stopped, his wide eyes turned towards Levi.  “Do you’s know how heavy the dirts is on a coffin?  How hard it is to break open a coffin?  Impossible’s what it is!  My’s brother once locked me’s in one to scares me, and my’s mother lost it whens she found out.  I’s was kickin’ and screamin’ for what’s felt like hours tryin’ to break out, but all I’s got from it was bloody hands and elbows.  Ands that was without the dirts on tops of it.  But I’s swears this girl busted out and crawled outta hers grave.  Even if she’s managed to breaks the coffin, she’d’da been crushed bys the dirts.  But she’s still crawled outta hers grave.  She’s stood up, covered in fresh bloods and dirts, and she’s shoved dirt backs into the hole she’s crawled outta like a drunkard, gaspin’ and wheezin’ and wailin’ like a banshee, an’ then she’s disappears into the night.  An’ I’s ran for help, jus’ to get calleds crazy and locked up in here.”

Levi listened to Briarton’s tale in silence, studying the man’s face closely as he spoke to see if the man truly believed every word he was saying.  The terror in the man’s eyes was real, though, as he spoke of the impossibility of the haunting image, and there was no trace of insincerity in his face as he spoke.  He truly believed in the tale he was telling.  Considering the impossibility of it all, Levi also doubted, but he wasn’t going to call him out on in--enough people already believed this man crazy, Levi wasn’t going to add himself to the mix.

He only had one question.

“Who was the woman who crawled out of her grave?” Levi asked steadily, though the crawl of his skin as he said it told him he already knew the answer.  He just wanted to hear Briarton say it.

“Y/N Frazier.”

The day had cooled--in fact, it was starting to feel chillier, the sun frequently hidden by clouds that seemed to be gathering across the sky, hinting at fouler weather on the horizon.  After taking his leave of Briarton at the home, Levi went looking for the now infamous cemetery--infamous in his mind, at least--and had made his way to the grave of one Y/N Frazier, where he now stood in silent contemplation, staring intently at the headstone that had engraved upon its surface the girl’s name, a birthday and date of death that showed she had barely been in her twenties, and a brief, “Beloved Daughter.”

He wasn’t really seeing the grave anymore, though.  His mind was a flurry of thoughts, theories, memories, information...none of the connections he’d made here made any kind of sense to him, but there were far too many to be ignored.  There was something here, something that seemed to be staring him in the face, but he couldn’t see what it was, so he couldn’t use it.  Not yet, anyway.

Maybe Briarton really was crazy, maybe he hadn’t seen Y/N Frazier crawl out of that grave that night and he’d simply snapped like everyone suggested he had.  But there was nothing to have caused him to snap, no trigger.  Not to mention, the sheer coincidence was far too strong to be a coincidence.

So, he entertained the possibility that the bizarre and impossible happened, that Y/N Frazier somehow survived, a mistake had been made somewhere and she was buried alive, and managed to crawl out of this very grave.  Ignoring the impossibility of that scenario still didn’t give him many answers.  If Y/N Frazier was still alive, she would have been sixty, seventy years old by now.  L/N back at the Scout Headquarters was in her early twenties, and very clearly /not dead/.  So, L/N definitely wasn’t this Y/N Frazier.

But that didn’t mean she couldn’t be related somehow.  If the original girl did survive, it would be possible for L/N to be Frazier’s daughter, maybe even grand-daughter, though that was starting to push the theory beyond what he was willing to suspend believing as impossible.

One thing the Screaming Sally horror story had made him remember, and that Briarton’s recounting had brought to the front of his mind to offer him another connection, was the conversation the other day between the rest of his Squad and L/N.

He remembered the tremble in her hand, the stillness in her posture, the flash of soul-deep fear, trauma, and pain in her eyes as L/N had softly stated that her biggest fear was being buried alive.

He had something big here, but he wasn’t sure where it fit in this messed up puzzle he was trying to solve, and was missing some key piece that connected it to something else.  He needed more than ever to see what she was doing in the Underground when she snuck out at night--whatever it was, he was convinced at this point it was the missing piece he needed to make sense of all of this.

But first, he needed to do something that would give him a definitive answer amongst all these legends and tall tales.

It was a new low for him, he knew that.  The entire ordeal felt wrong and filthy on an entirely new level, but it was something he had to do.  No one else had thought to look, to disturb the grave of one of the murdered girls to see if there was any validity to Briarton’s claims, to the stories of Screaming Sally.  Everyone brushed it off as nonsense and went about their day, probably because it was so certain, and it was easier to believe the horror stories were nonsense.

Levi didn’t have that luxury.  He didn’t have the certainty, and the easier route was not the one he was going to take.  He needed answers.  So, he’d returned briefly to Headquarters in order to enlist Erwin’s help to give him the opportunity late that very same night to dig up the grave and settle once and for all whether Y/N Frazier had died.  It would help clear up some of the questions and theories when he found her body in the coffin, and it might put them back at square one in figuring out why this place and this name had been chosen by Y/N, but it would help bring them back to a world that made some sense, and it would help weed out a few questions that these legends and stories had brought up.

He didn’t want to think of the implications if the grave was empty.  He doubted it would be, but if it was...then this entire mess went far deeper than he could ever imagine.

Perhaps that was why Erwin agreed to help him, why he’d paid off the caretaker to make sure the grave was empty but leave the section Levi was going to be in undisturbed until Levi left.  Erwin clearly hadn’t approved of disturbing a gravesite, especially the gravesite of a murder victim, but Levi had strongly believed it was necessary despite his own misgivings, so Erwin had relented.

Now, Levi was in a hole that passed his head, digging the last few inches to the willow coffin Y/N Frazier had been buried in, filthy and tired but determined to get to the bottom.  Just a little further, and he would have his answer.  He would see the bones in an undisturbed grave, fill in the grave once more, go home, wash up, hate himself for a while for doing this to confirm what he already knew, and then go back to trying to figure out why L/N seemed so deeply connected to this place.

He hadn’t found any bodies frozen on its way to the surface, so he could already rule out the legitimacy of the children’s scary story about Screaming Sally, at least.

The shovel Levi was using scraped against something solid, and Levi paused.  Here it was.  He’d found it.

Kneeling down, Levi started brushing away at dirt so he could find the coffin lid, fingers brushing against wood, hand brushing a little harder to smooth away dirt--

He had to pull his hand back as he unexpectedly came into contact with splintered wood sticking up into the dirt, piercing his hand and drawing blood as he jerked in surprise, breath catching.

No…

A few more careful brushes with his hand, and he was staring at a coffin lid that had been busted open, shards of wood buried in dirt, but the hole clearly enough for a person to crawl out of.  He froze where he was as he stared at the sight before him, the odd, irrational fear that a hand was going to burst out of the hole and grasp his wrist strangely flashing through his mind before he pushed it aside.  He wasn’t breathing anymore, an admittedly trembling hand reaching out to pull back the lid, just to double check and confirm what he was seeing.

The grave was, in fact, empty.  The coffin was busted open with gouges that had old red stains upon them, as if it had been punched and clawed through from the inside.

His blood running cold and his breaths shallow, Levi had to fight not to think of the haunting image Briarton had described, the fear in L/N’s eyes, and the mental image of a woman trapped in this grave screaming and crying for help, having to tear apart her own body and defy all odds to crawl her way to the surface, tried not to imagine the terror of being buried alive like this.

Kenny had been right.  There was always a bit of truth to the legend.  He never imagined it would be this much truth, though.

When Levi returned to HQ, the first thing he did was clean himself up and get changed.  Then, he made himself some of the tea L/N had gifted him, choosing one of the blends meant to calm in the hopes that it would help settle his nerves after what he’d seen.

Outside, he might still appear stoic, but inside, he was shaken.

Once he was clean, he had his tea, and he felt he had a better grip on himself internally and he was ready for the conversation, he went to Erwin’s office and very solemnly relayed his findings to the man, who looked no less disturbed by this unexpected turn of events than Levi had been.  They’d expected some kind of secret while digging into the truth about L/N, they hadn’t been expecting a full blown conspiracy on this level.

Once Erwin was up to speed on Levi’s findings, they started to hash out some theories and details, both of them well aware that they were still missing something crucial as they attempted to make a broader picture with the pieces they were currently in possession of.

The running theory they were working with was that Y/N Frazier was L/N’s mother.  It was the most logical connection they could come up with, even though it dumped a whole new slew of questions into this mess.

Why did Frazier run after she crawled out of her grave?  Why not return to her home and family, alive and well?  Why leave the town behind and everyone in it believing she’d died so terribly?  Why never come back to tell who had attacked her and her friend Victoria?  What happened that night forty years ago?  How had she managed to crawl her way out of a grave?  Why had she instead disappeared somewhere inside the walls never to be discovered or heard from again, hiding her true identity remarkably well?  Or more importantly, how had she been alive?  How did she survive those injuries?  Had a mistake been made and she’d been assumed dead?  Was the report faked?

How was the Underground supposed to come into play in all of this, and what part did L/N have in it as well?  If Frazier was indeed L/N’s mother, was Frazier still alive and living in the Underground?  Was that why L/N went down there every now and then?  Why not bring her mother to the surface with her?  Why, when she came to the surface, did L/N take Frazier’s first name and not use her last name?  Why not use her real name?  How did the events of forty years ago play into now, and how had it had an affect on L/N?

As always, whenever they uncovered something about L/N, it always came with a thousand more questions.  They could theorize all they wanted, but it wouldn’t bring them closer to finding the answers that they craved at this point.

And still, despite the shock and the...unease he had felt to find the empty grave and realize the reality of what happened in that town--or at least part of it--Levi still felt like there was another reality altering twist in this dark tale that was unraveling in front of them that would be far worse.  He still felt like they were far off the mark, that the still failed to understand the reality of what they were stepping into.  More than ever, Levi felt there was something dark behind this, and he began to feel the first hints of malice surrounding these secrets.

Whatever L/N was hiding, at this point, Levi knew it had to be dangerous.

Erwin’s concerned eyes probed Levi’s expression as Levi gazed at the empty teacup in front of him, well aware that despite his feeble attempt to calm his nerves and thoughts, he wasn’t going to be able to sleep tonight.

“Levi--” Erwin started to say in a grave tone of voice, but Levi cut him off.  He knew what Erwin was about to say, and he already knew what he had to do next.

“I know.  All I’m waiting for now is for her to make the next move.  This time, she won’t shake me.”

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Book Challenge 2020 (100 books!!) (I did it!!)

After forgetting to track my reading for three years, I started recording my reading on Tumblr last year again, and I’m committed to continuing that this year!

This year is my final year of my Bachelor’s Degrees (I’m finishing English in June) and I’m planning to do a gap year from September on, so now more university after June (at least as far as 2020 is concerned).

I do not really foresee any issues or obstacles to reading this year, except of course finishing my thesis which will probably take quite some time, so I do expect a decline around April until early June. Although I do have a lot more time off in my gap year, I used to read a lot of mandatory books for my studies, so I don’t know whether having a gap year will mean reading more books. Since I’m not doing any university studying, I am interested in reading academic books by myself, studying by myself. Those books are often longer, denser and just take more time to get through; consequently, I might read fewer books in the same amount of energy and time spent reading.

To make a (somewhat) long story short: my expectations are in line with the amount of books I’ve read in the last years, so I’m expecting to read 75 books this year!

Update: it’s mid-October and I’ve already read 99 books this year, so I’ve finished my original goal of 75 books! Now I’m going for 100 books (which should be easy to do, and after that we’ll just see how it goes!).

The crossed book is the one I’m currently reading, I’ve written reviews for books that have a (x) behind them, with the (x) being a link to my Goodreads review!

Update: Today (November 23) I’ve read 114 books so I’ve finished my challenge of 100 books! Right now, I’m still 25 books ahead schedule! Let’s see if I can keep that energy up!

January

The Fire Next Time - James Baldwin (5/5) (x)

Serpent and Dove (Serpent and Dove #1) - Shelby Mahurin (4/5) (x)

Lethal White (Cormoran Strike #4) - Robert Galbraith (4/5)

Weirdos from Another Planet (Calvin and Hobbes #4) - Bill Watterson) (5/5)

Selected Poems - E.E. Cummings (5/5) (x)

Niets zal ons redden maar een beetje liefde is oké - Henk van Straten (Dutch) (4/5) (x)

, said the shotgun to the head. - Saul Williams (4/5)

Loud and Yellow Laughter - Sindiswa Busuku-Mathese (3/5)

Fireborn (The Aurelian Cycle #1) - Rosaria Munda (4/5)

Sylvia Plath Poems Chosen by Carol Ann Duffy - Sylvia Plath (4/5) (x)

The Comedy of Errors - William Shakespeare (3/5) (x)

Nieuwe Herinneringen - Remco Campert (Dutch) (2/5)

Dido, Queen of Carthage - Christopher Marlowe (3/5)

The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo - Taylor Jenkins Reid (4/5)

Alles wat er was - Stine Jensen (Dutch) (3/5)

Zij in de geschiedenis - Alies Pegtel (Dutch) (4/5) (x)

Good Omens - Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett (reread) (5/5)

February

Prometheus Bound - Aeschylus (3/5)

The Lost Hero (The Heroes of Olympus #1) - Rick Riordan (reread) (4/5)

The Son of Neptune (The Heroes of Olympus #2) - Rick Riordan (reread) (4/5)

So You Want to Talk About Race - Ijeoma Oluo (4/5)

The Mark of Athena (The Heroes of Olympus #3) - Rick Riordan (reread) (4/5)

Educated - Tara Westover (3/5)

Prometheus on Caucasus - Lucian of Samosata (3/5)

March

Reading Old English: A Primer and First Reader - Robert Hasenfratz (4/5) (x)

Still Foolin’ ‘Em: Where I’ve Been, Where I’m Going, and Where the Hell Are My Keys? - Billy Crystal (3/5)

The House of Hades (The Heroes of Olympus #4) - Rick Riordan (reread) (4/5)

Quick Question: New Poems - John Ashberry (1/5) (x)

Exploring the Language of Poems, Plays and Prose - Michael H. Short (3/5) (x)

The Call of the Wild - Jack London (2/5) (x)

The Blood of Olympus (The Heroes of Olympus #5) - Rick Riordan (reread) (4/5)

April

The Waste Land - T.S. Eliot (reread) (5/5)

And Still I Rise - Maya Angelou (4/5)

Poëzie in Utrechtse Muren - Ingmar Heytze (Dutch) (5/5) (x)

To the Lighthouse - Virginia Woolf (4/5)

Mijn dood en ik - Remco Campert (4/5)

Ecology of Fear: Los Angeles and the Imagination of Disaster - Mike Davis (3/5)

Native Son - Richard Wright (2/5)

Dido, Queen of Carthage - Christopher Marlowe (reread) (4/5)

May

The Plague - Albert Camus (4/5)

Absalom! Absalom! - William Faulkner (4/5)

Modernism’s Mythic Pose: Gender, Genre, Solo Performance - Carrie J. Preston (2/5)

James Joyce and Sexuality - Richard Brown (3/5)

June

Daisy Jones & the Six - Taylor Jenkins Reid (4/5) (x)

Modernism, Sex and Gender - Alison Pease and Celia Marshik (3/5)

The Burial at Thebes: Sophocles’ Antigone - Seamus Heaney (4/5)

The Host - Stephanie Meyer (reread) (4/5)

The Hunger Games (The Hunger Games #1) - Suzanne Collins (reread) (4/5)

Catching Fire (The Hunger Games #2) - Suzanne Collins (reread) (4/5) (x)

A Terrible Beauty is Born - W.B. Yeats (4/5)

Mockingjay (The Hunger Games #3) - Suzanne Collins (reread) (4/5)

White Fragility: Why It’s So Hard for White People to Talk About Racism - Robin DiAngelo (4/5)

Are Prisons Obsolete? - Angela Y. Davis (4/5)

The Final Empire (Mistborn #1) - Brandon Sanderson (4/5)

Everything Leads to You - Nina LaCour (2/5) (x)

The Tempest - William Shakespeare (reread) (3/5)

July

Hag-Seed - Margaret Atwood (4/5) (x)

American Slavery (A Very Short Introduction) - Andrea Heather William (reread) (3/5)

Angels & Demons (Robert Langdom #1) - Dan Brown (4/5) (x)

Mythos: A Retelling of Myths of Ancient Greece - Stephen Fry (4/5) (x)

Mean Time - Carol Ann Duffy (3/5)

Lijfrente - Vrouwkje Tuinman (Dutch) (4/5)

The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes (The Hunger Games #0) - Suzanne Collins (3/5) (x)

Sonnets from the Portuguese - Elizabeth Barrett Browning (3/5)

A Room of One’s Own - Virginia Woolf (reread) (5/5)

The Lovely Bones - Alice Sebold (4/5)

Onbreekbaar - Hans Hagen (Dutch) (1/5) (x)

The Penelopiad - Margaret Atwoord (reread) (4/5)

The Importance of Being Ernest - Oscar Wilde (5/5)

Het goede leven: een briefwisseling - Piet Gerbrandy & Andreas Kinneging (Dutch) (2/5) (x)

Constructions of the Classical Body - James Porter (3/5)

August

The Complete Poems - Anne Sexton (4/5)

The Kissing Booth (The Kissing Booth #1) - Beth Reekles (2/5) (x)

The Daily Show: The Book - Chris Smith (4/5) (x)

The Duchess Deal (Girl meets Duke #1) - Tessa Dare (3/5)

Between the World and Me - Ta-Nehesi Coates (4/5)

Fragments - Heraclitus (transl. by Brooks Haxton) (2/5) (x)

Animal Farm - George Orwell (reread) (5/5)

The Hidden Oracle (The Trials of Apollo #1) - Rick Riordan (reread) (4/5)

The Gentleman’s Guide to Vice and Virtue (Montague Siblings #1) - Mackenzi Lee (reread) (4/5)

Kitchen - Banana Yoshimoto (4/5)

Catilina’s Riddle (Roma sub Rosa #3) - Steven Saylor (2/5) (x)

When Dimple met Rishi (Dimple and Rishi #1) - Sandhya Memon (1/5) (x)

Adulthood is a Myth (Sarah’s Scribbles #1) - Sarah Andersen (4/5)

September

Normal People - Sally Rooney (3/5) (x)

Not All Dead White Men: Classics and Misogyny in the Digital Age - Donna Zuckerberg (4/5)

Sadie: A Novel - Courtney Summers (4/5)

The Myth of Sisyphus - Albert Camus (4/5)

Vloedlijnen - Piet Gerbrandy (Dutch) (4/5)

Red, White and Royal Blue - Casey McQuiston (reread) (4/5)

This is Going to Hurt: Secret Diaries of a Junior Doctor - Adam Kay (4/5)

Envelope Poems - Emily Dickinson (4/5) (x)

A Murder on the Orient Express (Hercule Poirot #10) - Agatha Christie (3/5) (x)

A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man - James Joyce (4/5)

October

Titus Andronicus - William Shakespeare (4/5) (x)

The Mysterious Affair at Styles (Hercule Poirot #1) - Agatha Christie (4/5) (x)

Het verhaal van Aeneas - Vergilius (trans. to Dutch) (reread) (4/5)

If Beale Street Could Talk - James Baldwin (2/5)

Lesbia, Verzen van Liefde en Spot - Catullus (Dutch) (transl. by Paul Claes) (4/5) (x)

The Nightingale - Kristin Hannah (4/5) (x)

The Cat Inside - William S. Burroughs (reread) (5/5)

The Murder on the Links (Hercule Poirot #2) - Agatha Christie (3/5)

November

Such a Fun Age - Kiley Reid (3/5) (x)

Narratology and Classics: a Practical Guide - Irene de Jong (3/5) (x)

The Murder of Roger Akroyd (Hercule Poirot #4) - Agatha Christie (4/5) (x)

The ABC Murders (Hercule Poirot #11) - Agatha Christie (4/5)

The Great Cat (Poetry Collection) - ed. by Emily Fragos (3/5) (x)

Weapons of Math Destruction - Cathy O’Neil (4/5)

The Northern Lights (His Dark Materials #1) - Philip Pullman (4/5)

Vincent van Gogh en zijn brieven - Leo Jansen (Dutch) (3/5)

My Dark Vanessa - Kate Elizabeth Russell (4/5)

The Fill-In Boyfriend - Kasie West (reread) (4/5)

Poirot Investigates (Hercule Poirot #3) - Agatha Christie (1/5)

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Dead by Daylight x Reader

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3iikIYF

by Foxynite

Words: 62, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Dead by Daylight (Video Game), Halloween Movies - All Media Types, Left 4 Dead (Video Games), A Nightmare on Elm Street - All Media Types, Saw (Movies), Ash vs Evil Dead (TV), Stranger Things (TV 2016), Silent Hill (Video Game Series), The Texas Chainsaw Massacre (Movies)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con

Categories: Multi

Characters: Dwight Fairfield, Claudette Morel, Meg Thomas, Jake Park, Nea Karlsson, Laurie Strode, Ace Visconti, Bill Overbeck, Ash Williams, Feng Min, David King (Dead by Daylight), Quentin Smith, David Tapp, Kate Denson, Adam Francis, Jeffrey "Jeff" Johansen, Jane Romero, Nancy Wheeler, Steve Harrington, Yui Kimura, Zarina Kassir, Cheryl Mason, Evan MacMillan | The Trapper, Philip Ojomo | The Wraith, Sally Smithson | The Nurse, Lisa Sherwood | The Hag, Max Thompson Jr. | The Hillbilly, Michael Myers, Herman Carter | The Doctor, Anna | The Huntress, Leatherface | Bubba "Junior" Sawyer, Freddy Krueger, Amanda Young, Kenneth "Jeffrey Hawk" Chase | The Clown, Rin Yamaoka | The Spirit, Frank Morrison, Julie (Dead by Daylight), Joey (Dead by Daylight), Susie (Dead by Daylight), F.J.S.J. | The Legion, Adiris | The Plague, Danny "Jed Olsen" Johnson | The Ghost Face, Demogorgon (Stranger Things), Kazan Yamaoka | The Oni, Caleb Quinn | The Deathslinger, Pyramid Head | The Executioner

Additional Tags: NSFW, Reader-Insert

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