#i'll just finish it in her save real quick. yeah yeah

[stinkrascal]

hes just a little guy (a crazed murderer trying desperately to suppress his natural urge to kill)

[bumblesimagines]

Imagine:

Tara revealing her feelings

Request: Yes or No

Pronouns: He/Him/His, M!Reader

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"(Y/N) Tatum Riley-Weathers, may I please know why the Carpenter girl is asking to be let in?"

"Probably because she wants to be inside, Mom." (Y/N) answered with a small grin, saving the work on his laptop before clicking out of the tab and shutting it off. He turned around in his chair and spotted his mother standing in the doorway with crossed arms, her eyes squinting at him and lips twisting up.

"Funny, you're real funny." Gale's voice dripped with sarcasm, her hands dropping to firmly rest at her waist. She took slow steps into the room, one brow arching. "She's a good girl, (Y/N). But I want no funny business, alright? There's leftovers in the fridge and I'll be in my office if you need me but if I hear a single noise-"

"Mom." (Y/N) groaned, standing up and approaching his mother. "You know I don't mess around like that, especially not with Tara of all people. It'd be... weird having sex while you're in the house, anyway." 

"Good." Gale exhaled softly and reached out to smooth out his sweater, her features softening when she looked him over. "You're just like him, you know? All good and polite. I'm glad you got that from him. I'm far too young to be a grandmother." She swept some hair over her shoulder and turned on her heel with a small smirk, heels clicking against the tile of his bedroom floor as she walked away.

(Y/N) grinned. "Are you though?"

"Excuse me?" Gale whirled around and scoffed, pursing her lips at him while his laughter echoed through the room. (Y/N) stumbled toward his mother and swung his arms around her, his laughter dying down into snickering. He pressed a kiss against her cheek and pulled back, giggling when she scoffed again and walked out of his room. "I better not hear a single thing, kid!"

"I'm just helping her with some uni work is all, Mom." (Y/N) chuckled and followed her out into the living room, taking a quick survey of the room. The housekeeper had already finished cleaning up everything after dinner, leaving the penthouse spotless and right from a magazine, just as his mother always loved. Gale shot him one last warning look before entering her office and shutting the door behind her. 

Taking a breath in, (Y/N) walked toward the front door and opened it, greeting Tara with a smile. "Hey, Tara." He stepped aside to let her in, shutting and locking the door behind her. Tara's brows raised and her eyes widened, taking slow steps into the living room and dropping her backpack down by the couch with a soft thump.

"I can't believe you live in a penthouse." 

"Most people can't." (Y/N) chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck while he watched her. Tara let out a startled laugh and shook her head, brushing strands from her face and turning around to face him. The awe-struck look on her face disappeared, replaced by a nervous smile as she dipped her head shyly. 

"Sorry, I didn't come here to ogle at your place. It's something, though." Tara chuckled, taking another look around before her eyes locked on the end table, a bright grin appearing on her face. She speedwalked toward it and snatched up a picture frame, teeth digging into her bottom lip. 

"Oh, God-"

"Is this you?" She asked with a giggle and he sighed heavily, rubbing his hand over his face as heat crept up his neck. He hardly needed to check to see what the picture was when it was his parent's favorite. Ten-year-old him dressed up as a clown for Halloween. Tara clapped a hand over her mouth to stifle her giggling but her shoulders continued to shake.

"Yeah, yeah, laugh all you want. It was a phase." (Y/N) huffed, taking the frame from her and setting it back down on the end table before picking up her backpack and leading the snickering brunette to his bedroom. Tara's giggling and snickering died down, instead replaced by shocked silence once more. 

"Your room is... bigger than our living room." She breathed out. "You have a balcony?!"

"Yeah," (Y/N) smiled at her childlike awe and carefully set her backpack aside, approaching the double doors and pushing one open. He nodded for her to follow, chuckling when she eagerly rushed over to him and they stepped outside onto the balcony. Tara grabbed onto the railing and peered down, jaw falling slack before she took in the long expanse of New York City. 

"Jesus," She whispered. "Your future wife is going to be so lucky."

"Maybe." (Y/N) sighed and leaned his arms on the railing, staring down at the bustling streets below. Tara furrowed her brows and turned to look at him, leaning over to bump their arms together. 

"What do you mean, 'maybe'? You're the kid of a national hero and a bitchy rich white lady! You refer to Sidney fucking Prescott as 'Aunt Sid', (Y/N). This is like... the American dream. You live in a penthouse in New York, for Christ's sake." Tara laughed breathlessly. "Your kid is probably going to have a trust fund. Besides, you're an amazing guy. You have all of Dewey's good traits and... I'm sure there's some Gale in you too. Anyone would be blessed to marry you, trust me."

"I've also had a target on my back since I was born, Tara." He reminded her quietly, tilting his head up to look at the night sky. Tara's shoulders slumped. "These fucking... Ghostface assholes have been bothering us for so long. I mean, the picture you saw... a year before that my life was at risk because of Aunt Sid's niece and her friend. Last year I lost Dad because of two new assholes. It took Aunt Sid years to become comfortable enough to have children because she was scared they'd try hurting them. It's been decades, Tara. Who's to say they won't try doing it again when we're older?" 

"I know, I get it. Sam thinks that way too. But... we can't put our lives on hold because of this, (Y/N)." Tara spoke softly, resting her hand over his and watching the side of his face. (Y/N) inhaled heavily and turned to meet her gaze. "Sam is so paranoid... she's miserable. And I mean, Sidney tried living off the grid, didn't she? They still found her. If they're desperate enough, they'll keep coming... but who's to say they'll try again? Maybe they will once or twice but after that? The Stab fandom will die and with it the fanatics. I'm not going to stop living my life. Not when I got a second chance at it. Not when..." She trailed off, eyes flickering away.

"Not when what?" 

"Not when... I got to meet and befriend my... my crush." Tara finished quietly, a notable blush spreading across her cheeks. (Y/N) hummed, turning his hand over to curl his fingers around Tara's. Her eyes jumped to their hands and she smiled, dropping her forehead onto his shoulder and giggling. "This wasn't how I thought this would go, if I'm honest."

"You've thought about this often, huh?"

"Oh, shut up."

[rosyhoneydew]

I'll Cover You

Written for @bucktommypositivityweek | Week 2, Day 2: Scenes from a firetruck | cw for mentions of dissociation, flashbacks

I wrote two entries for today! If mildly steamy fluff is more your vibe it's here -> Stolen Moment

The winds are strong, even days after the tornado���s long gone.

Buck hadn’t seen anything like it before. Tornadoes, sure, but the kind of large-scale damage that came from an invasive cloud of bees droning en masse and descending on the city like a plague? A first. He’s nursing a sting or two himself for a few days.

It’s almost a relief to get called on scene two days later. Almost. Because while plane crashes are, at least, familiar, they’re still grueling.

All things considered, it’s not as bad as it could’ve been. The 737 went down on land this time, but it had only barely made it off the ground before taking a nosedive back onto the tarmac. The passengers were buckled in and the drop itself wasn’t too big. So yeah, they got pretty lucky.

They’re still on the scene now. Hen and Eddie are working at the cockpit last he knew, Chim’s somewhere in the med bay here with him, working on a bigger trauma. Buck’s been handling some of the lower grade injuries and he’s cool, really. Yeah it would be nice to be out there, doing the big boy stuff, but they’ve got a new captain and he’s learning to pick his battles.

He’s just finishing wrapping up a kid’s ankle. He can’t be more than 7 but he’s been so brave, holding his little sister’s hand to keep her from crying. He’s got the elastic bandage just in place when the wind rips the kid’s jacket from where it was draped on his shoulders and under the 217’s truck.

“I gotcha!” he reassures the kid quick. “One sec, you stay right here for me, okay?”

Buck shuffles over to the truck in a walk-run and bends down low to peek underneath. It would probably be easier to grab the jacket from the other side, but he’s already here so he just finishes ducking down, crawls under and reaches out for the corner of the fabric.

He’s still under the truck when the next big wind hits. It leaves the truck shaking and groaning around him. Buck freezes. It feels like all logical thought in his brain shuts off.

The truck isn’t going to tip over. He’s not stuck. If he had the presence of mind he could wiggle his toes, even. But there’s something about being under here, hearing the voices around him, it has him tense all over. He can’t move.

When he looks back on it, he’ll wonder why it set him off. It’s not nighttime, there are no kids with bombs strapped to them, it’s not like he was even under the truck when it tipped last time. It’s a fluke, almost. But it can’t be helped. He’s petrified.

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Tommy honestly thought his first call working with the 118’s A-shift would have had a little more novelty, but it’s just been long. He’s happy to see Evan, of course, but he hardly sees him. He’s been over in the med bay for the last couple of hours that Tommy’s been teamed up with Viera, pulling passengers out of the wreck.

He had at least been able to drop off an older woman directly to Evan about an hour ago.

Well, Patricia, it looks like your day is looking up! You’re in good hands with this one. He’ll patch you up real good.

Ahh, my job’s the easy part. You’re just lucky firefighter pilot Kinard was here to save you.

She’d only had a sprained wrist, but Tommy had watched them from afar for a minute, ever impressed with the way Evan kept her calm, reassurances and jokes taking the fear out of her eyes. He has to turn back before long, but he lets that moment carry him through the next push. He’s going home to that man.

He’s jogging back to check in at base when he hears crying to his right. There’s a kid standing still, holding the hand of a little girl and he’s wailing at the sky. That doesn’t seem right. Tommy’s eyes track around the area and he spots boots sticking out of the side of their truck. Definitely not right. He changes course, picking up his speed as he approaches the kids.

“Hey, bud, you okay?” He’s got his hands on the boy’s shoulders, grounding him, hopefully. “You hurting anywhere?”

The kid coughs out a few more sobs in Tommy’s face, but he shakes his head. He looks like he’s willing himself not to be scared. Jesus, kids are resilient.

“Alright, that’s good, I’m going to check on my friend here, you gonna be okay for a minute?” A nod. Good.

Tommy turns his attention to the truck behind him, lays flat, knocking his helmet off in the process. The guy’s not moving, but Tommy’s not able to figure out at a glance what happened here. There’s no gas leak, no threat to public safety over here.

“You good, man?” he calls out.

The body of the guy twitches. Not dead. That’s good. He clears his throat.

“Can you feel your feet? I can try to move you but I need to know if you’ve got any injuries I should watch out for.”

No response. Okay. Time to change tack.

Tommy rights himself and walks to the other side of the truck, resuming position on the asphalt. He shuffles in a little closer and finally gets a look at the guy’s face.

Evan. It’s Evan.

“Evan?” he says. He’s not sure it comes out as much more than a breath.

Evan’s eyes do flick to his then, but there’s still something distant in his gaze. He’s dissociated. It comes to mind then, the stories told at happy hours and trivia nights, and the ones told only in the sanctuary that is their bedroom. They're good stories, but Tommy knows better than most the toll that kind of shit can take on a person. Evan's having a flashback.

“Alright, alright, baby,” Tommy says under his breath. He’s not sure Evan would hear him even if he spoke up. He looks pretty gone.

Tommy scoots half a foot closer, puts both palms flat to the ground.

“Evan,” he starts, “can you do this with your hands? Just like mine.” He flexes his hands a bit to demonstrate.

Evan’s own hands are balled up. It looks like he army crawled under here. His arms are bent at his sides, curled in tight half under his body. He blinks a few times.

“Your hands, Evan.” Tommy picks his own up and places them back down again. “Just like this.”

Evan mirrors the movements.

“Good job, that’s perfect.”

“Kinard?” He hears from behind him.

“We’re good here, Sloane.” Who knows if she’ll believe him; she’s a damn good secondary when they’re in the air but she’s nosy as all get-out.

He hears the sound of her turnouts rustling as she shifts around, deciding whether to stay or go.

“Sloane. I got this. Can you round back to the kids on the other side? I’m going to be here a minute.”

He hears the sound of boots squeaking behind him as she does what he asks. Okay, Ev, just you and me.

Evan’s fingertips are curling, his eyes pinched closed.

“Ev, sweetheart, look at me.” He does. “I’m gonna grab your arm okay? Then we can work on getting you over here. Sound good?”

There’s no response, but that’s okay. Tommy’s going real slow. He reaches out and places a sure hand on Evan’s arm.

“Can you push yourself toward me?”

His eyes close again and for a second Tommy falters, mentally jumping two steps back to figure out a different path forward. But then Evan pushes. He digs the meat of his hand into the ground and uses the leverage to slide his body toward Tommy.

“Just like that. Exactly like that.”

He’s close enough now that Tommy can reach his shoulder. He gets a good grip and rolls Evan the rest of the way, pulling him up to sitting once he’s on his back and out from under the belly of the truck. He watches as Evan scrambles to pull his feet out.

Tommy’s got him sat in between the V of his legs, one arm around his waist, and brings the other up to Evan’s face, pushing the damp hair off his forehead. They’re tucked in between trucks, so the sound of commotion from the continued efforts of the other houses is muffled. The loudest thing he can hear is their panting, both going a little boneless with relief.

Tommy places a kiss to Evan’s temple. He’s sweaty there too. He feels Evan’s breathing slow down a bit, but he’s reluctant to break the quiet. He’s not sure that Evan’s flashbacks are like his, everyone’s a little different, but he sometimes needs the silence after. Just to collect himself. So he gives that to Evan, too.

“Did- did you get it?” Evan finally says, startling Tommy just a bit.

“Get it?”

“The jacket.” He’s smoothing his palms over his pants; nervous habit.

Tommy stretches his neck to look behind him, sees the blue rain jacket lying there. He can pinch it with his fingers from where they’re sitting. He drags it out. Troublemaker.

They sit together for another minute. Tommy can hear Sloane marching the kids away to find their parents. If he really tunes into the noises around them, he can hear some laughter and lots of walkies; they're finishing up here. He'll probably get called in soon enough to pack up.

“How are you feeling?” he asks.

Evan nods, then tips his head back onto Tommy’s shoulder. “Better. Thank you.”

Tommy moves his hand down to Evan’s face, just to tilt his cheek a little closer, plants a long, sure kiss there.

“I’ve got you.”

Evan smiles. “Yeah, you got me.”

[patdkoala]

I Think We're Alone Now

Pairing: Joel Miller x female reader

Warnings: Takes place in the show after the last episode. SPOILERS FOR TLOU SHOW, Smut, use of nickname (Baby), pullout method™, cumming on chest, hair pulling, oral (f receiving), edging, Joel Miller being a slut (yes that is a warning)

Joel has always been there for me and Ellie ever since we all met. I became really close with Ellie in a sort of motherly older sister way.

I look out for her when it comes to womanly things and I have let her know many times that I am always there for her to talk to about anything she doesn't feel comfortable talking to Joel about.

"So, are you and Joel fucking?" Ellie asked as she ate the soup that Maria had made her. Joel choked on his soup, Tommy just looked at me, and I smacked Ellie in the arm.

"I regret teaching you what that word actually meant," I muttered under my breath. Joel just glared at me from across the table.

"So? Are you?" She asked again as I looked over at her and I took another bite of my soup. "Well, uhm. Ells, I don't think that's any of your business. I also think you are way too young to be asking me and Joel this type of question," I said as Ellie shrugged.

We all just sat there and finished eating out soup. Joel kept looking up at me every few seconds. I ignored his glances.

"We should get going. I'll leave the rest of the soup in a Tupperware for you guys," Maria said as she and Tommy put on their coats and started walking toward the door.

"Can I join you guys?" Ellie asked as I looked over at Joel who was already holding her jacket and backpack.

"Oh! Sure! I'll get the guest room all nice for you, sweetheart," Maria said as Tommy took the backpack from Joel. Joel then helped Ellie put on her sweater.

"You call us if anything goes wrong. Also, call us if you just want to talk to us," Joel said as he gave a quick kiss on the top of Ellie's head just as she walked out the door. "I know I know. I'll be safe and I'll call if anything goes wrong. Love you guys bye," Ellie said as she waved at me and then saluted to Joel.

After Joel shut the door, I walked back into the kitchen of our beautiful home.

Maria, who is now heavily pregnant with Tommy Miller's baby, finished setting up a house for Joel, Ellie, and me to live in once we came back from getting Ellie back from the fireflies.

Sure, Joel and I lied to Ells about what really happened but that was just to protect her from the real dangers of what could have happened. They were going to kill her if Joel and I hadn't killed every son of a bitch that laid a hand on her.

After we saved her, Joel and I took her back to the town where Maria and Tommy seem to run.

I told Joel that it would be good for him to be around family whether they get along or not. And that it would be good for Ellie to be in a town where she can act like a normal teenager.

Of course, we didn't tell anyone that Ellie is immune but we did tell them that we need to be bunked together. Like a family because that is what we have made ourselves into.

Joel and I hadn't really had time together alone since moving in.

"You know, this was Ellie's idea right?" Joel said as I cleaned up the bowls and I took out ingredients to make some cookies.

"What was?" I asked as Joel got closer to me.

"She said that you and I needed a date night so she asked me and Tommy earlier today if after dinner she could go home with him," He said as I smiled.

"So, the little girl that just asked if you and I were fucking, she set you and me up on a date?" I asked as I poured some of the ingredients into a bowl.

"Yeah she- what are you doing?"

"Making cookies. What does it look like I'm doing?"

"I just didn't know you knew how to bake. You seemed much more dangerous than that."

"Dangerous women can bake," I said as he stuck his finger in the bowl and licked some of the cookie dough off of his finger.

"You know I don't like it when you do that," I said as he smirked at me. "You've never complained about me putting my finger in things before," He said as I rolled my eyes at him.

"No, but I do always tell you it's better when you use two fingers," I said as Joel picked me up and moved the cookie mix onto the floor in one swift motion.

I was now seated on the counter and Joel was standing between my legs. We kissed roughly I then pulled him closer to me by wrapping my legs around his waist.

My hands moved through his greying hair and I tugged at the root as he moaned into my mouth with the sudden tug.

"Tell me what you want, baby," Joel said as I moaned out into his neck as he held the back of my head.

"You, I want you, Joel. Please," I said as he smiled and looked at me. "What about my cookies?" He asked as I smiled back at him.

"Later, baby. I need you right now," I said as he nodded and then held onto my legs that were still wrapped around him. I held onto him by also holding onto his neck.

He walked us into our fresh new bedroom that had clean sheets on the bed and it also didn't smell like a dead person or an infected because we were finally safe.

"What are you laughing at?" Joel asked as he took my shoes off me. I hadn't even realized I had been giggling.

"We are okay. And we are about to have sex in a clean bed," I said as Joel smiled right before taking off his many layers of clothes and then he got on the bed over me.

He slowly unbuttoned my jeans since I was still mostly clothed. He then unbuttoned his jeans and then he started to kiss up and down my body again.

When he was closer to the bottom half of my body I would grab hold of his hair and tug lightly which would, of course, cause a moan to escape his lips.

"Is this where you want me, baby?" He asked as I didn't make a sound I just nodded and then tugged his head towards exactly where I wanted him.

He moved my underwear down my legs and then before I knew it, his mouth was on me and I was moaning like a mad woman.

He stopped right before I came into his mouth which of course pissed me off.

"Hey, don't edge me you sick son of a bitch."

"I'm sorry baby but I need to feel your body pulse around me," He said as he got back on top of me and he removed his cock from his jeans, and pushed it inside of me.

I moaned so loud that I got worried Ellie might be able to hear me from next door.

"It's ok, you can be as loud as you want Ellie is at Tommy's remember?" He said as I nodded and then he continued to move in and out of me with such intense motions.

I screamed out as I came with him still inside of me and he then pulled out and came on my chest.

"Remind me to get Ellie her own place for her birthday," I said as Joel smiled at me and rolled over. "Now why would we go and do a thing like that?"

"Because then maybe we can keep doing whatever the fuck that was," I said as he just nodded and smiled his perfect Joel Miller smile.

"According to Ellie, we were fucking," He said as I hit him in the face with a pillow.

[luvrlou]

"Y/N and Cal being our favourites"

Pairing: Calfreezy x fem!reader

Summary: If a fan made a compilation of Cal and Y/N's best moments.

Warnings: swearing, sexual references, alcohol use

A/N: I made the reader Scottish for no real reason

Word Count: 1.6k

"Christmas baking attempts"

"Cal! Are you stupid?" You shrieked as he put an egg, shell and everything, into the cake batter you had spent half of your video making.

"What! It said add one egg!" He was quick to defend himself. You and Cal had decided to make a baking vlog for your youtube channel. Safe to say it's not really going to plan.

You sighed and clutched your head, "without the shell babe, without the shell."

"I'll just take it out then," he grumbled, reaching into the batter to retrieve the egg, coating his hand in the gooey subtance.

You groaned yet again, he looked over to you, his face holding a cheeky grin. "Cal," you warned as he approached you. "Cal! Stop!"

He chased you around the kitchen island his dirty hand stretching towards you, "come here, darling!" He cooed jokingly.

"Piss off Freezy!" You screamed, him closing the large gap between you alarmingly fast.

Before you knew it, he had grabbed your hand and pulled you towards him. He planted his batter-covered hand onto the side of your face.

"I fucking hate you," you mumbled as he cackled. "Naw don't laugh, it's no funny Cal!" Instead of laughed again, he leaned into you and enveloped your lips in a sweet and innocent kiss.

"Don't want to scare off your viewers now do we, doll?" He taunted, his lips ghosting over yours, you slapped his face lightly, turning away in a faux huff.

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2. "IT GOT SO MUCH WORSE..."

"Alright Harry," you smiled at the younger man as you and Cal walked over to the table he was sitting at. A view of the beautiful Mykonos beach stretched past you all.

Before he could reply Callum's voice echoed, his camera pointing towards the three of you, "just hooked up with them again, apparently there was some interesting stories that happened last night." He sat across from you and Cal, who you were practically on top of. "Aw what an adorable pair of lovebirds!"

"Shut it, Lux," Cal groaned back. You sending him the middle finger

Callum only laughed in return and placed his camera in front of him and Harry. "I come to my senses at six, thirty am. So I'm outside, didn't even know how I got there." Harry continued to tell the story of how he had drunkenly let himself into a random man's villa.

"Even worse, he was in nothing but his boxers," Cal chuckled, making Harry groan embarrassedly.

"So, I'm like alright, Freezy will save me! So I run upstairs, bang on his door for a bit." He explained.

"Aye, then I answer the door and that shred of innocence I had left fucked off. The only man I should see in such a lack of clothes is Cal!" You butted in, making Cal red in the face And Callum burst out laughing.

"Yeah, so I end up sleeping in their bathtub with a towel over me, Y/N was nice enough to lend me a pillow." Harry finished his story.

"Sure I'm such a gem," you laughed, leaning on top of Cal, who only kissed your forehead in return.

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3. "How I bitched Calfreezy"

You and Cal were making a storytime of how your relationship came about, at about 6 minutes in footage of Cal's vlog from the unexpected night started playing.

"Is that the real KSI!" Cal exclaimed in faux shock, his plastic cup half full of beer swishing about in his hand.

"Ah, Yes! It is I! The KSI!" His friend states in return, waving his arms about in a drunken manner, accidentally hitting a girl behind him.

It was you, you were that girl.

You whipped your head around in an irritated sense, "Watch it! I'm trying to drink over her!"

Cal laughed in response, "sorry love!"

"Don't sorry love me," you quipped. Before turning back to your girlfriends, "what a fud, honestly," you mumbled to them.

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4. THE ROAST OF THE SIDEMEN

"Hello, hello. If you don't already know me, shame on you. But I am Y/N L/N-" You began, standing at the podium before getting interrupted by your boyfriend in the crowd.

"Freezy! Y/N Freezy!"

You smiled while rolling your eyes, "we'll talk once you put a ring on it."

Everyone in the crowd laughed giddily at your roasts, picking off each member one by one.

"Honestly Harry, I don't know what's a bigger misfortune for you, your love life or your intense drug issues. I mean they probably go hand in hand, no one wants to get in and about a druggie." You stated, earning cackles from Ethan and JJ.

"That's my girl everyone!" Your boyfriend shouted out yet again from the crowd.

"Like a said previously, put a ring on it babe!"

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5. THE ROAST OF THE SIDEMEN

It was Cal's shot at the sidemen, lets just say that boy had both no filter and no mercy. The best and decided cutest roast by fans was when he reached Simon.

"My girl also wants a ring, the kind you put on her finger. I think Talia is wanting a different ring for you." He grinned, shooting you a smile.

"Aye Freezy, when's my ring coming?" You shouted to him.

He chuckled in response, "hope you realise that you also have to spend your life with me, not just get a ring."

"Better be getting 2 rings then!"

He scoffed, "that is the whole point of engagement and marriage, darling."

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6. is he proposing or did he just...

You had seen those tiktoks floating about your for-you-page for at least a month now, them always ending happily. As if on cue Cal decided to book a last-minute getaway to Rome.

Is he proposing or did he just give me his bank card and tell me to get my nails redone? You were walking into your kitchen when Cal stopped you, "babe!" He called.

"Yeah, what's up?" You answered, puzzled.

He handed you his bank card, "go get your nails done for Rome!"

You looked at him sort of suspiciously, but you weren't one to pass up on an opportunity to get your nails done.

Is he proposing or did he just tell me to pack my favourite dress for Rome? You were sat going through all the clothes in your closet, putting together outfits for your holiday when Cal walked in.

"Bring your favourite dress with you." He stated.

You tilted your head to the side, "why?"

"I booked that really fancy restaurant you haven't shut up about for the past 6 months." His answer made you jump up and hug him, chanting 'thankyou's. "Anything for my girl.

Is he proposing or did he just want to take me on an impulsive trip? Cal was walking with both of your cases in front of you as you sorted out your passports. Every time you flew he would deal with luggage and you would deal with the documents. You both knew that Cal was way to risky to have both passports and boarding passes.

"Can we go get drinks after security?" You asked as you joined to line to luggage check-in.

"Obviously."

Is he proposing or did he just buy me a brand-new bracelet as soon as we got to Rome? Cal dragged you into an authentic jewellers, eyes darting straight to the bracelets.

"What wrist do you usually wear your bracelets?" He asked, odd question.

"My right."

He hummed in response, "maybe you should switch things up and put it on your left."

Is he proposing or did he just take me to the most high-end restaurant in Rome? You giggled like a child who was going into a sweet shop as you approached the restaurant.

"Are you excited darling?" He asked, slightly tensely.

"Of course!" You practically squealed in response, "why? Are you not?"

He smiled softly at your confused demeanour, "Why wouldn't I be?"

He proposed.

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7. SIDEMEN TINDER IN REAL LIFE (UK YOUTUBE EDITION)

Cal's face dropped when the next girl walked into the studio, you.

He first looked to the camera, then you, then the boys behind him. "Who's idea was it to put my fucking girlfriend in this?" He yelled before the camera cut off.

Cal walked forward towards you, a coin in his hand. "If I flip a coin, what are the chances I get head?"

This made you burst out laughing, "naw, lets switch this up, shall we? What are the odds I get head?"

8. We revered the tinder in real life ft. the sidemen

"Now if Cal swipes right to any girl who gives him a shite line I will not hesitate to two-foot him." You stated to the line of your friends.

You smiled as he strutted in as if he was on a catwalk, adding a little spin when he reached the board.

"Hello I'm CalFreezy, I'm 25 years old and I'm from London." He introduced himself.

You walked up to him first, "Hello, I'm Y/N L/N, I'm 24 years old and I'm from Glasgow." He chuckled silently, acting as if he wasn't aware of every little thing about you.

"Hello Y/N," he grinned.

"You're hot I would leave my fiancé for you." You stated, all your friends, including Cal, started to laugh uncontrollably.

"Just get out of here!" He laughed, his arm indicating to the left.

You huffed and stomped away, "my own fiancé, what a dick."

[inthedarkshadows000]

SneakPeak#106.......

From the story I might never write

How dare she. She has been ignoring me and eyeing my husband, Suguru, for the past forty three minutes and twenty two seconds. Yes. I counted. What else was I supposed to do while being ignored.

Suguru and I had decided to finally move out of our current apartment, with the girls, and shift to a bigger place. It was way to cramped for four people and now with both of earning, in jujutsu world, we had gathered more than enough to finish the down payment instantly.

So we contacted a realtor to show us some places according to our requirements. Mind you, the requirements DID NOT include a middle aged lady, with way too many operations on her face and boobs, who flirts with a taken man. Like bruh, I get my man looks like a god but back. The. Fuck. Off!

So here we were, him getting hit on by a plastic lady, with her nose a little too way off and her one boob smaller than the other.

All I want to do is come out and burn the bitch to crisps with my curse energy but no, apparently being jealous wasn't a good enough reason for murder nowadays, pfft, as if. What if my man needs me to save his honour, huh?

Suguru has been holding my hand and trying to include me in the conversation but that bitch had purposely and extremely unsubtly been leaving me out.

If I wasn't fuming right now, his situation would have made me laugh real hard. He seems so uncomfortable and aborable trying to maintain a safe distance from her. I'll protect you my pretty boy, don't you worry.

Now, only if my eyes could shoot lasers, it would have made things really easy. Like, oops my B. However, they still don't. Trust. I tried squinting. This was the cool power I was supposed to get with my curse shit but no! Nothing cool here.

Forget cool powers. Let me at the bitch bare hands and I'll have her in shreds before you can even finish saying laser. Yeah... my inner bitch was NOT happy.

On a second thought though, why waste power when words can harm more. I smirked internally, when I had an idea.

We were currently in the common area near the dining table. Suguru had his one hand on the table while his other hand circled my waist, the plastic lady in front of us. It wasn't a second after my idea, that I saw her hand go right on top of his free hand and squeeze, he pulled his hand back quickly.

Oh no, you don't! That's it!

"Alright, I have a real quick question." I say while moving between them and leaning on the table.

Ru looks relieved, probably to have a barrier in between and the bitch looks annoyed. Like I care.

I put on my most innocent smile and look at him. "Could you please clear a doubt for me, husband?" I emphasised the last word just put of spite.

"Of course love. What is it?" He quirks a brow and moves his hand to tug gently at the ends of my hair, twirling it around his finger.

"I just wanted to clear out if you have an interest, any interest at all, in Miss. -" I turned towards her making sure my hair hit her in the face, "- wait what was your name?"

Before she could answer I turned back, hitting her again with the hair, and pointed towards her, waiving my palm carelessly, and continued, "Anyway. Her "

"No, I don't love. Why would you ask?" He knew exactly why I would ask. The twinkle in his violet eyes and his horrible attempt at hiding his smile said enough. He played along anyway because let's be real, Suguru Geto loved being petty, even more so than me.

"I just wanted to clear out the fact, so she doesn't waste her time as well as ours, with her futile attempts of trying to woo you. Not to mention, I would hate for her to lose such an important deal, now wouldn't I?" I gave her a pointed look and turned back around. Yes, another hair attack!

I purposely put my left hand, which had the engagement ring on it , over his wrist which now shifted to my cheek.

"Of course, we would, love." he bit his inner cheek to keep himself from laughing, yet his shoulders shook with merth. His beautiful lips pulled in a smirk.

After giving a quick kiss to my forehead and the knuckles of my left hand, he pulled me around so that my back was to his front and we faced the bitch. He put his chin on shoulder, his smirk still evident.

The bitch had gone red. Serves her right.

"You sly, little vixen." Suguru whispered in my ear and tugged the lobe gently with his teeth. I just shrugged still maintaining my innocent smile.

"Just trying to save your sexy ass, like always. I'll take the payment in hair wash, so better be ready to finally drop your hair routine, princess."

[canirove]

Rice, Rice, baby | Chapter 31

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“I'm so sorry, Declan. I swear I thought this time was the one.”

“You don't need to apologize, Liv.”

“Don't I? It's the third time I've thought I'm in labour and then…”

And then nothing. It is just another false alarm.

My due date is in a couple of days, but for the last week I've been feeling all types of cramps and discomfort, and we've ended up at the hospital twice. 

The first time was while Declan was at some kind of pre-season training camp in Portugal and I was alone in the house with his mum. When I described to her what I was feeling she also thought the baby was coming, so we called for a taxi and went  to the hospital. But after a quick exam, they told me everything was ok and that it wasn't time yet. While all that was happening, Declan had already packed all his things and was about to jump into a car and go to the airport. 

The next false alarm was at night, the pain being so unbearable that I woke up Declan with my screams and scared the hell out of him. But when we made it to the hospital, it was gone. They checked me again just in case something was wrong since the pain had been horrible, but they only told me that the baby was in the right position and that everything was ready.

And then, we have today. We were having lunch with his mum when I started to be in pain again, and this time it was different. So we packed everything, called my doctor… and halfway there the pain was gone, which makes me think that it may have been just air if you know what I mean.  

“What you are feeling is normal, Liv” Declan's mum says. “It is your first pregnancy, you don't know what to expect.”

“Yeah, but… You all must be so tired of me…”

“I could never get tired of you, Liv” Declan says, giving me a look that makes my stomach do a flip, something that definitely doesn't help with all these false alarms.

“Thank you. I guess” I manage to reply.

“Why don't we finish having lunch? We can still warm up everything” his mum says.

“I think I'm gonna go take a nap. Resting may do me good.”

“Then I'll save you some food for later. You need to eat and keep your strength just in case.”

“Thank you” I smile.

“Do you want me to help you go up the stairs and get in bed?” Declan offers.

“I'll do it myself, don't worry.”

“Ok” he nods, his eyes fixed on me as I leave the kitchen.

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“Breathe, Olivia. Breathe” I say to myself while looking at my reflection in the bathroom’s mirror, my hands grabbing the sink with such strength that my knuckles have turned white. “That definitely felt like what they say your water breaking feels like. But maybe it wasn't that. Maybe… fuck!”

No, that was real. That pain was very real.

“Ok, ok” I say again as it goes away. “You have to go downstairs, Olivia. You can't start yelling like a madwoman and scare everyone” I say as I slowly leave the bathroom, focusing on my breathing like I was taught. “Step by step. And we breathe. We… breathe.”

As I walk down the stairs, I can hear Declan and his mum talking in the kitchen.

“I was going to tell her, mum. I was finally going to do it. But then the accident happened, her dad kicked her out and I just… She was too vulnerable.”

“But you have to tell her, Declan. You are about to have a baby together!”

“I know, mum. But it isn't that easy.”

“Why not?”

“Because in case you've forgotten, I behaved like a dick with her and broke her heart. I hurt her really bad, mum. Really, really bad. I can't just go to her now and be like, hey, Liv. I'm in love with you and have basically been since the day we met.”

He… what?

“Fuck!” I cry, making both Declan and his mum turn around to look at me while I hold onto the kitchen door's frame as if my life depended on it. 

“Liv! What are you doing here? Are you ok?” he says, quickly running towards me.

“I think this time it isn't a false alarm.”

“What?”

“I suddenly woke up from my nap feeling something weird, went to the bathroom and I think… I think my water broke.”

“Are you sure?” Declan mum's asks me.

“I… Fuck! That hurts!”

“Mum, we have to take her to the hospital. I also think this is it.”

“Take her to the car, I will go grab everything else.”

“Ok” he nods. “Liv, it's time to go” Declan says.

“I can't.”

“You can't?”

“I'm not ready, Declan. I can't do this.”

“Liv… Liv, look at me” he says, cupping my face and forcing me to look into those blue eyes of his. “You can and you will. You are the strongest woman I know.”

“But it hurts so much already. I can't do this for hours.”

“You can and you will do this” he repeats. “I believe in you. Now let's go” he says before lifting me in his arms and carrying me to the car.

I can do this. I can.

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“I can't believe he is real.”

“Neither do I” Declan chuckles. 

I had done it. I had actually managed to do it, and he was here. Our healthy and gorgeous baby boy.

“Who do you think he looks like? My mum says he is just like me, but I don't see it.”

“I think he looks like himself” Declan says, caressing his cheek. He is sitting on the bed with me, one arm around my shoulders while the other rests on mine, both of us holding the baby. “Our nameless little man. Though I've found a name that I think ticks all the things you want and like.”

“Really?”

“Yep” he nods. “I was waiting until he was born to tell you because of what Georgina said, that sometimes babies are born and the name you've chosen for them doesn't fit them. But I don't think that would be the case. I think this name is perfect for him.”

“And are you going to tell me what's that perfect name or…”

“Oliver. Oliver Rice.”

“Oliver…” I repeat, looking at him. At this tiny human being who has completely changed my life and put it upside down. 

“Usually when people find out that they are having a boy they name him after the father, a grandfather, an uncle… But why not after his mum?”

“What?” I say, looking back at Declan.

“I thought of Oliver because I was thinking about you… Olivia” he says, those blue eyes of his that I truly hope the baby also has, meeting mine. “You are one of the most amazing women I've ever met, definitely the bravest and strongest. What you've done today is just another example of it. And I think that one day, when he is old enough to understand it, he will agree with me and say that being named after you is the biggest honour evertouche.”

“Declan…” I whisper, not being able to contain my tears. Again. I've lost count of all the times I've cried since I gave birth.

“Oliver also has a good nickname: Ollie” he says, wiping away some of my tears, the feeling of his hand on my face making me gasp. “I think it is cute and a bit cheeky, which is something I have the feeling he will be” he smiles. “And even though your names may be similar, Liv and Ollie aren't, which means no one will get confused, and that was something very important on your list.”

“The most important one” I chuckle. “Well, that and that it sounded good with your last name. It isn't an usual one.”

“Oh, I know” he laughs. “But Oliver Rice has quite a nice ring to it, don't you think?”

“It does” I smile. 

“And if he was already going to have my last name, it was only fair he was named after you, Liv. It takes two to make a baby, and you've actually been the one who has done all the work.”

“Are we calling him Oliver, then? Ollie?” 

“You have the last word, Liv.”

“Then welcome to the world, little Oliver” I say, kissing his forehead. “And thank you for everything, Declan. I don't know what I would have done without you.”

“Like I just told you, it takes two to make a baby. I would have never left you alone or on your own, Liv. Never” he says. 

“Thank you” I whisper as I lean forward towards him. Towards his face, his lips. I so want to kiss him.

“Liv…” he whispers back, also moving closer. And then… 

“Liv!” Madders says, walking into the room. 

“Bloody hell” Declan mutters.

“Oh my God, Liv. He is here!”

“Hello, James” I say, trying to smile and forget that he just ruined a perfect moment.

“You are a mum, Liv! And you a dad, Deccers! Can you believe it?”

“Not really” he says, his hand giving my shoulder a little squeeze before he moves from the bed. He hadn't left my side since Oliver was born, and now it feels so weird to not have him next to me… Almost as if something was missing.

“I saw your mum outside and she said that everything went great and that you are feeling good. Or as good as one can be after bringing a child to the world” Madders chuckles. “Can I hold him?” he asks. 

“Yes, of course” I say. 

“Hello there, little man.”

“Careful with…”

“Declan, I'm a father of three. I know what I'm doing. But guys, he is gorgeous. Are you sure he is his?” Madders says, nodding towards Declan with a teasing smile.

“You are so not funny, James” I reply, rolling my eyes.

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry. But he is one of the prettiest babies I've ever seen, and as newborns they all are quite ugly, to be honest. You should see my photos” he chuckles.

“Nothing has changed, then” Declan says, teasing him back.

“Touché” he laughs. “Did you finally pick a name? You can still use James if you can't decide, you know I will be honoured.”

“We actually have. Oliver. Oliver Rice” I say, reaching for Declan's hand. 

“Ollie to friends and family” he says, taking it and interlacing his fingers with mine.

“Ollie… I love it” Madders smiles. “My gorgeous nephew Ollie.”

“And Godson too if you'd like.”

“What?”

“You are my older brother, James.”

“Yes, but… What about Declan's brothers?”

“Oliver is the sixth grandchild in my family. We all already are Godfathers of someone” he shrugs.

“But… are you sure? I mean, what about Micky? Or Mason. Or Sonny! He would make an amazing Godfather too.”

“He would, I agree. But like I said, none of them are my older brother, James. Only you” I smile.

“And Van de Ven actually is an old fling and Mason an old crush, aren't they?” Declan teases me. “That could make things awkward.”

“Oh, shut up!” I say, trying to hit him but only managing to make him laugh.

“Guys, I…” Madders says. “Thank you. Thank you very much.”

“Thank you, James. Neither of us would be here if it wasn't for you. Especially not him.”

“Definitely not him, no” he chuckles. “My beautiful Godson and nephew Oliver. Ollie” he says before kissing his head and starting to tell him about all the things they are going to do together as he grows up while Declan and I just smile at them, our hands still linked together, my head resting on his arm. 

[left4deadstuck]

You bite your lower lip. You don't think being straight to the point with Karkat would be a good idea… Though you considered it heavily before ultimately choosing to go with an apology.

Okay… Here it comes.

Dave: hey. Dave: im… sorry Dave: im sorry man

Your voice is quiet. Maybe too quiet, making you think the other didn't hear you. So you look up to glance at the other.

Dave: genuinely i Dave: i didnt think wed see each other like

You don’t get the chance to finish before he raises his hand to cut you off.

Karkat: YOU KNOW IF I WANTED TO WATCH SOMEONE VOMIT THE FLIMSIEST APOLOGY KNOWN TO MAN, I'D GO OUTSIDE AND WATCH ONE OF THE INFECTED ASSHOLES OUT THERE THROW UP THEIR GUTS ONTO THE PAVEMENT. Karkat: AND IT WOULD STILL BE A BETTER "SORRY" THAN ANYTHING YOUR BATTER BRAINED SKULL COULD CONJURE UP RIGHT NOW. Karkat: SO SAVE US BOTH THE EMBARRASSMENT AND SHUT UP FOR GODSAKES

You scowl, back straightening. Goddamnit now you remember. Remember how much of a crabby jackass he is.

Dave: oh Dave: because sitting in the dark while silently death glaring at each other is productive Dave: cause we got all the time in the world to just kick back and do absolutely nothing but seethe at each other Dave: not like i was trying t

Karkat: TO DO WHAT EXACTLY? BE REMORSEFUL? BE ACTUALLY APOLOGETIC WITH NO ULTERIOR MOTIVE DESPITE KNOWING I CAN BE OF USE TO YOU? Karkat: DO YOU HONESTLY TAKE ME FOR SOME KIND OF FUCKING IDIOT?! Karkat: THAT I WOULD EVEN HUMOR THE IDEA THAT YOU'RE ACTUALLY SORRY?!! Karkat: THAT I'LL JUST TOSS MY RESENTMENT AND FRUSTRATION OUT INTO THE ATMOSPHERE BECAUSE POOR OL' STRIDER IS JUST A PATHETIC LUMP OF BRUISES! Karkat: *FAT FUCKING CHANCE.* Karkat: YOU COULD BE FOLDED INTO THE MOST DISGUSTING AND AGONIZING EXAMPLE OF HUMAN ORIGAMI AND I'D STILL BE "SEETHING" Karkat: SO YEAH, *I’M SORRY* THAT I DECIDED NOT TO WASTE MY TIME AND ENERGY HEARING YOUR LOUSY ATTEMPT AT A HEART TO HEART

Dave: … Dave: sigh

Once upon a time Jade had asked you and your mutual group of friends to test out the latest version of her new project. A mental inventory system that had a very convoluted retrieval and sorting system. Luckily her team was quick to fix that after your group’s trials with it.

Jade never really told you exactly why, but you always speculated that some people on her team, or well, someone, didn’t really trust your legitimacy enough when signing your NDA. Maybe it shouldn’t have surprised you though, after all you have made a name for yourself with your bizarre level of spectacles you do for the sake of irony.

It did not thrill you to find out the next morning that you would now deal with the living embodiment of “stick up the ass” as your personal bodyguard for however long the trial had to last for. Despite your best efforts to get rid of the guy, you’ve quickly learned a few things about Mr. Vantas here. One of those things being that he is skeptical and stubborn to a fault.

Well, there it goes, your plans being haplessly thrown out the window! Poor sons of bitches didn’t even have a chance-

You hear a snap next to your ear

Karkat: JESUS CHRIST CAN YOU STOP MUMBLING TO YOURSELF FOR A SECOND AND PAY ATTENTION

Dave: what Dave: you have another drawn out monologue about how god awful i am? Dave: are you sure your throat can handle that shakespeare Dave: ya dont exactly have the voice for stage anymore with all that smoke Dave: but lets be real here Dave: its probably a good thing that you cant blow out anyone within a 10 ft radius of you eardrums anymore because you decided to make causal conversation

Karkat: YOU MOUTHY FUCKING PRICK- Karkat: CAN YOU DO THE WORLD Karkat: AND ME ESPECIALLY Karkat: A FUCKING FAVOR TO SHOVE WHATEVER BULLSHIT YOU HAVE IN YOUR WINDPIPE AND FUCKING LET ME TELL YOU WHAT I ACTUALLY WANT TO TELL YOU FOR FIVE FUCKING SECONDS

Dave: ok sir ill be on my best behavior for "five fucking seconds"

Karkat:THANK YOU, GODDAMN. Karkat: AS MUCH AS I WOULD LOVE TO JUST KICK YOUR USELESS ASSES OUT OF MY HOUSE, I DON’T THINK I’LL BE ABLE TO SURVIVE A FIGHT BETWEEN YOUR POTENTIALLY TRIGGER HAPPY HELLSPAWN. Karkat: AND ALTHOUGH I THINK IT’S WITHIN MY RIGHT TO FEEL THIS LEVEL OF BRIGHT HOT ANGER TOWARDS ALL OF YOU… Karkat: SIGHS … I

He looks up at the ceiling as if his next few words are the greatest offense that any higher power could have subjected him to utter.

Karkat: (GOD I MUST BE MORE SICK THAN I THOUGHT.) Karkat: I, FOR SOME REASON THAT SHOULD BE IMPOSSIBLE SEEING AS I HAVE DEALT WITH ENOUGH OF YOUR TOTAL TRASH FIRE OF A PREDICAMENT, BUT HERE I AM EVER THE GLUTTON FOR MORE SELF-INFLICTED MISERY

Dave: yeah yeah i get it Dave: im a dick get to the point

Karkat: I DON’T WANT YOU TO DIE, YOU COMPLETE JACKASS!

Karkat: AND I HATE THAT CAUSE THAT RISKS MY LIFE FOR SOMEONE I ABSOLUTELY DON'T OWE SHIT TO, BUT NO MATTER HOW MANY TIMES I TRY TO THINK OF A REASON TO JUSTIFY IT TO MYSELF I CAN’T. Karkat: I CAN'T LIVE EASY KNOWING THAT IF SOMEONE DIED, EVEN IF THAT SOMEONE IS FUCKING YOU...I Karkat: I DON'T NEED TO EXPLAIN SURVIVORS GUILT YOU YOU FUCKING KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT

Dave: oh Dave: uh Dave:th Karkat: NO SHUT THE FUCK UP Karkat: FUCKING Karkat: NO!

Karkat: HAVING A SENSE OF COMPASSION STILL DOESN’T CHANGE THE FACT THAT IT’S EITHER I HELP OR I DIE. Karkat: DON’T TAKE THE FACT THAT I SOMEHOW STILL HAVE MY MORALS INTACT AS FLATTERY. Karkat: INSTEAD BURY THAT IDEA SO FAR IN THE WORTHLESS SLUDGE YOU CALL A THOUGHT PROCESS UNTIL IT ATOMIZES INTO NONEXISTEN-!

He must've worked himself up. You watch him as he moves out of your space to turn and hack up a cloud of smoke. Well, if this isn’t just the perfect time to digest the clusterfuck he has given you. While it is great that he is going to help you out, he’s doing it out of fear and as fuck up as it is, it’s an advantage you have over him.

Though is it a good idea to go along with that? That could risk him fucking you all over and abandoning all of you last minute. You could gain his trust, maybe offer him something that he might want, but even then what would you give him, you have no clue if you have anything to offer him, not to mention that again, he could still just ditch the plan when the opportunity shows up.

What are you going to do?

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Hope

~ Chapter 26 ~

Summary: Dean and Sam Winchester save a young woman —Natalie Johnson, from a coven of witches who are after her deceased grandmothers spell book. At first Dean doesn’t trust her, will he ever? Natalie is just simply a woman who gets roped up in the supernatural world from a mistake her grandmother made.

Pairing: Dean x OC

Warning: Age gap, slow burn, smut, language, gore.

Word Count: 1,415

A/N: This is my last chapter for the day! Happy reading! ♥️

The next morning, the cabin was quiet. Sunlight filtered through the small windows, casting a soft glow over the room as Natalie stirred awake. She glanced over at Dean, who was already up, sitting on the edge of his bed, staring at the floor. His face was still shadowed with the weight of last night, but there was something different in his posture—less rigid, less guarded.

He didn't say anything when Natalie sat up, and she didn't press him. There was no need for words right now. They had shared a moment last night, one of vulnerability and understanding, and that was enough.

After a few quiet moments, Dean finally stood, grabbing his jacket. "We should head out. Jodi'll be waiting," he said, his voice gruff, but not cold. It was his way of moving forward, of keeping things steady.

Natalie nodded, stretching and getting up from her bed. "Yeah, let's go."

They packed up their things and joined Sam in the kitchen, where he was already sipping coffee, Claire and Jodi nearby. Sam raised an eyebrow at the sight of Dean and Natalie coming in together, but he didn't say anything. He'd learned to read the atmosphere, and there was something quieter, more settled about the two of them.

After a quick breakfast and a rundown of the plan, they all got ready to finish the case.

The case wasn't anything too out of the ordinary—at least not for hunters like them. A spirit was haunting the town, leading to a series of brutal murders. Jodi had suspected something supernatural, and it didn't take long for Sam and Dean, with Natalie's research and Claire's help, to track down the spirit's origin.

After a few interviews with locals and some digging into old town records, they discovered that the spirit was a woman who had been wrongfully accused of a crime years ago and killed by a mob. Now, her vengeful ghost was taking out her anger on anyone who crossed her path.

The solution was simple—find her remains, burn them, and put her to rest.

They located the woman's unmarked grave in a forgotten cemetery just outside of town. Dean, Sam, and Claire did most of the digging, while Natalie and Jodi kept watch. Dean's interactions with Natalie were still a bit gruff, but there was a subtle shift in how he looked at her—something softer in his eyes, like a silent acknowledgment of what had happened between them the night before.

When the remains were finally dug up, Dean doused them in salt and gasoline, tossing the match in without a second thought. The fire flared up, and the spirit—who had been tormenting the group all day—let out a final, anguished wail before disappearing for good.

The air seemed lighter after that, the threat gone, and everyone breathed a little easier.

With the case wrapped up, the group returned to Jodi's cabin to grab their things and say their goodbyes. Claire offered Natalie a quick hug, teasing her about how well she handled the research and kept up with the hunters.

"Maybe you should stick around more," Claire said with a grin. "You're better at this than most people."

Natalie laughed, shaking her head. "Thanks, but I think I'll stick to helping from a distance most of the time. You guys are the real pros."

Dean watched the exchange with an unreadable expression, though a small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. Seeing Natalie fit in so easily with the others made something in his chest tighten—pride, maybe, or something more complicated.

After a round of goodbyes, they piled back into the Impala. Sam took the front seat this time, while Natalie slid into the back. The drive home was quiet at first, the hum of the Impala's engine filling the silence.

Dean kept his eyes on the road, his mind still processing everything. He couldn't shake the feeling of Natalie's arms around him from the night before, the way she had held him so tightly, like she wasn't afraid of the darkness he carried. It wasn't something he was used to, and he wasn't sure how to deal with it.

But one thing was clear—Natalie wasn't just some girl who helped them out occasionally. She was part of the team now, part of his team. And no matter how much he tried to keep his feelings buried, she had become important to him.

After a couple of hours, Sam broke the silence. "So, Jodi said she might have another lead for us in a few days. Something about a haunted farmhouse up north."

Dean grunted in response, not taking his eyes off the road. "Sounds about right. We'll deal with it when it comes."

Sam glanced back at Natalie, who was leaning against the window, watching the trees blur by. "You in for the next one?" he asked her.

Natalie smiled softly, her voice light but firm. "Yeah, I'm in."

Dean's grip on the steering wheel tightened just a little, but he didn't say anything. He was glad she'd be with them again—whether he wanted to admit it or not, things felt better when she was around.

The drive back from Jodi's was long but familiar. The tension that had lingered from the case—and from what happened between Dean and Natalie the night before—had faded into something quieter, more manageable. Dean kept his focus on the road, the rumble of the Impala comforting him as always. Sam had fallen asleep in the passenger seat, his head leaning against the window, leaving Dean and Natalie in relative silence.

As they neared Natalie's house, Dean could feel the weight of the unspoken words between them. Last night had shifted something, something he wasn't ready to face, but it lingered all the same.

He pulled up in front of Natalie's place and killed the engine, the familiar sound of Baby's rumbling purr fading into the stillness of the quiet neighborhood. Natalie reached for the door handle, pausing for a second before turning back to him.

"Thanks for the ride," she said, her voice soft but carrying more meaning than just a simple thank you. There was something between them now—a silent understanding—and even though neither of them wanted to acknowledge it yet, they both felt it.

Dean nodded, his eyes flicking to hers briefly before looking away. "Yeah, no problem."

Natalie hesitated for a second, as if she wanted to say something more, but instead, she just gave him a small smile. "Take care of yourself, Dean. And... if you need anything, you know where to find me."

Dean's grip tightened slightly on the steering wheel, and he gave her a quick nod. "Yeah... same goes for you."

She smiled again, softer this time, before opening the door and stepping out of the car. She slung her bag over her shoulder and glanced back at him, her hazel eyes lingering on him for just a second longer than usual.

"Goodnight, Dean," she said quietly.

"Night," he replied, his voice rougher than he intended.

Natalie closed the door gently and walked up the path to her house, unlocking the door and disappearing inside. Dean sat there for a moment, staring at the spot where she'd stood, his mind racing with thoughts he didn't want to confront.

How had she managed to slip past his defenses like that? How had she gone from someone he barely trusted to someone he was constantly thinking about, worrying about, even... needing?

Dean let out a frustrated breath, running a hand over his face. He couldn't keep doing this—couldn't let himself fall for her. She was younger, had a whole life ahead of her, and he... he wasn't meant for anything long-term. His life didn't allow for it.

But no matter how many times he told himself that, it didn't change the fact that she was important to him now. She'd saved him more than once—physically and emotionally—and that meant something.

After a few more moments of sitting in silence, Dean finally started the engine again, the familiar rumble filling the quiet night. He pulled away from Natalie's house, heading back toward the bunker.

But as he drove, the thought that Natalie had become more than just a hunting partner—more than just someone who helped with research—kept gnawing at him.

And that terrified him more than any monster ever could.

[sidekick-hero]

Hunter and Prey

Part 2 (Part 1) and more to come!

Eddie never thought he would end up here.

Sure, he always knew he'd stay with Wayne, even through the occasional dreams of getting out of this shithole of a town. Staying here, with Wayne and Chrissy, was something he had imagined when he thought about the future, but he never thought his life would become this. Growing up, vampires and werewolves and swamp monsters were figments of people's imaginations. Stories to be told around the campfire. The right stuff for movies and books, but too scary (or campy) to be real. The Munson Doctrine was pretty clear on this.

That is, until Eddie walks in on an actual vampire sucking the life out of his best friend his senior year. He's not proud that his first reaction was to freeze in absolute horror, his mind rejecting what was happening right in front of him. Chrissy was lying motionless, a tall guy with dirty blond hair leaning over her, his teeth prolonged into fangs and dark blood dripping from his mouth. Eddie's body felt numb, but he stumbled over to Chrissy as fast as his shaky legs could carry him and tried to help her, but nothing he did would dislodge the vampire. It actually seemed like the bastard thought it was funny.

Just as Eddie was about to go into full panic mode, ready to do something probably very stupid, the doors to the gym slammed loudly open. Both the vampire's and Eddie's heads whipped around in perfect harmony at the sound, something he would have found hilarious under any other circumstances. Before Eddie knew what was happening, the vampire gasped, a choked sound of utter surprise, and clutched at his chest, where a stake protruded from where Eddie thought his heart must be.

Right in front of Eddie's eyes, the vampire made one last garbled sound before simply turning to ash. Eddie slowly looked up from where a monster of the night had just been feasting on his best friend to a tall, broad man holding a crossbow at eye level.

"What the —" Before Eddie could finish the thought, Chrissy started coughing and his attention was drawn back to helping his friend. The man walked over to them, watching as Eddie pulled off his shirt and pressed it to the wound at Chrissy's throat. After a long moment, he said, "She'll be all right, son. Probably saved her life."

And that was the moment that changed his life forever. The man who introduced himself as Hopper helped him bandage and clean Chrissy, and in the process opened his eyes to a world he never dreamed existed.

His earlier run-in with the strangely helpful vampire made him think about that day. He had to remind himself that this was the true nature of vampires. They don't help humans out of the goodness of their unbeating hearts. They are soulless predators. He'd do well to remember that.

"You got everything, son?" Wayne asks, filling a large pitcher of water from the sink.

"Yeah, I think so." Eddie watches as Wayne finishes filling the pitcher, then picks up a worn book, muttering under his breath over the water. Meanwhile, Eddie checks to make sure he has everything he needs, patting himself down to do a quick inventory. Wayne fills the assortment of water pistols on the table with the holy water he just consecrated and hands them to Eddie. Eddie holsters the guns. Wayne's eyes roam over him, double-checking that he's got everything he needs.

"Hey," Eddie says, drawing Wayne's attention to his face and putting a hand on his shoulder. "I'll be fine, Uncle Wayne. These leeches won't know what hit them." He punctuates the statement with a broad grin.

Wayne huffs with a small smile, but Eddie sees the twitch in his eyebrows. "You better, son. Remember, if you get even an inklin’ that things might head into something unsavory, you call —”

"You and Hop, I know, I know," Eddie interrupts. Wayne smiles at him, but it doesn't reach his eyes. Eddie knows how much it stresses Wayne out to see Eddie put his life on the line like this, but Wayne also knows how important it is for Eddie to go out night after night. "Batten down the hatches and I'll be back soon."

"Just come back in one piece and with all the blood still in your veins, 'kay?"

Eddie gives Wayne a two-finger salute, backs up to the door, and pushes it open. Wayne follows him as Eddie steps through it and into the night, watching as he gets farther and farther away, the darkness quickly consuming him.

Part of an ongoing series @legitcookie​ and I will be doing! We’ll be going back and forth posting parts, so keep that in mind.

This is dedicated to our Elle Woods-coded, big brained, fabulous friend @yournowheregirl​ We’re taking your twilight loving heart, corrupting it with a show you’ve never seen (btvs), and making our blorbos smash together like barbies. We adore you immensely and we would be nothing without you 💜

[proudofmyanger]

I know that most people are happy about the new Lis game with Max, but I personally am not. For several reasons, the main one being that Life is strange was the story about Max and Chloe, and it was finished. Creators told the story they wanted to tell and didn't want to make any sequels or prequels. I don't like Before the storm for that same reason: it was a game made by another studio, by other people, and it shows. It was full of fanservice moments while ignoring and contradicting the original game's canon. And the plot was. Bad. It just screamed "we didn't know what to make this game about, so we cooked up something dramatic real quick". Overall, lis bts felt like a fanfic. And I fear the same fate awaits Life is Strange: Double Exposure.

Judging by the trailer, the plot of the new game is also kinda meh and lazy. "What if we created another game with Max where she uses her powers again. To save her friend from dying. Again. But this time it's not Chloe! It's Safi!" I mean... Really? What is even the point of that? It's absurd. It seems like Square Enix just wants to repeat the success of Life is strange by copying Life is strange. But the heart and soul of the original game is Chloe and her relationship with Max. Trying to recreate Lis without the thing that brought life to the original game is a dumb idea. And to me, It feels wrong to continue Max's story and exclude Chloe from it.

Plus, there's an issue about Life is strange having two endings. If they made Double Exposure take place in the reality where Chloe is dead then well... it's bad because. Why give us a choice if you still make only one ending canon. And if every player can choose in which game reality they are playing (like they did in Lis2) then... Well, that's better, but it won't work like it did in Lis2. Because Lis2 is about Sean and Daniel and Double Exposure is literally about Max. Where's Chloe? Is she just somewhere else? Imo that's a lame excuse.

I know I'm in the minority here so like. Okay. I'm kinda mad and disappointed that they decided to milk the story of Max and Chloe further but oh well. There is nothing I can do about it. I just wish studios and even fans learned to let complete stories go. Life is strange 2 was good in that aspect because it was a game about separate characters with their own plot (however I didn't like the david cameo at all but that's another topic). Lis 2 was made by Dontnod (the same studio that made lis 1) and not Deck Nine (that made bts and this new game), which just proves my point. I can't say anything about True colors because I haven't played or seen it, but from what I know, it's also mostly a separate story, so that's good.

Also imo the updated grafics are bad. Max doesn't look like herself. I love the original game's grafics, I don't care that they're outdated or whatever. They had their own style and conveyed everything they needed to convey, including characters' emotions. Now, however, the grafics lost their charm, and the characters' expressions look so fake. Watching the trailer felt like watching claymation. But at least it doesn't seem to look as bad and scary as lis remaster lmao.

All in all, yeah, I'm not happy. Of course, I'll always have the first life strange, and I can always just ignore this new game and not perceive it as canon just like I do with bts. But it still sucks and affects my perception of the first game.

[larabiatasstuff]

I know your writing about new people now, but I'm still a Terry girl. Please could you write a story where older Terry silver saves you from an ex boyfriend in a bar or something, right before your ex tried to drag you home? And Terry lets you stay at his place and helps you relax and calm down, only for you to fall alseep on him and he really sweetly tucks you into bed of one of his spare rooms, whispering something really sweet to you? Thank you in advance x

Hey anon 🖤I'm still mainly writing for TIG characters I just added some new characters to my writing list 😊I love your request and I'll absolutely write that for you 🙏

It was already seven when I finished work on Friday. "Hey Y/N a few coworkers are having drinks at the bar on main street, are you coming too?" my coworker Sandra asked. "Oh yeah that sounds good. I'll go and ask Terry if he wants to join us. We're meeting at the parking lot.". "Alright, see you later Y/N." she said and disappeared. I got up and made my way to Terry's office, knocking on the door. "Come in!" came his voice from the other side. I opened the door and entered his office. "Hey Y/N what can I do for you?" " Hey Terry I was wondering if you want to join me for a few drinks at the local bar?" "I'd love to but unfortunately I have to finish these documents first. Next time I promise." he said giving me one of his charming smiles. "That's too bad, alright have a nice weekend Terry. See you on Monday." "You too Y/N. Have a good night." with that I left the office, got my stuff and made my way to the parking lot. I had to admit that I was a little disappointed. I really liked Terry, he was an amazing guy and incredibly handsome. Sandra and I took a cab together and drove to the bar. We had a few drinks, talked about our private lifes, joking and having a good time. "Oh look at the time. I think I'm having enough for tonight. I'm calling an Uber." Sandra said. "It's alright, I think I'm getting myself a last drink and head home too. I see you on Monday Sandra." we said our goodbyes and she left the bar. I made my way to the counter. "Can I have another whiskey please?" "Of course just a second." the bartender said. "Well, well, well who do we have here?" a familiar voice came from behind me. I turned around and saw Matt, my ex boyfriend. "Matt... What...what do you want?" "Oh you know exactly what I want Y/N!" he said giving me a dark grin. "It's over Matt

I don't want to have anything to do with you again." I turned to leave but he grabbed my wrist and held me back with a tight grip. "Let go of me!" "Oh I forgot how hot you are when you're angry. Come on let's go home and I'll show you a good time." "The lady said no!" sounded Terry's voice suddenly. "Is that so? And what if I take her anyway? What do you want to do about it grandpa?" Terry just gave him a wide smile and with a few quick movements he had Matt's face pressed down on the counter. "I doubt that you wanna find that out Matt. So this is what we're going to do. You will leave that lady alone and get your pathetic ass home. And believe me if you ever come near her again, I'll show you what real pain is." with that he pushed him away. "Y/N are you okay? Did he hurt you? I swear if he hurt you..." "No I... I'm fine Terry, just a little shaken up." Terry looked at me with a worried expression. "How about this, I pay for your drink and we're going to my place. I don't like the thought of you being alone." "Thank you Terry but you don't have to..." "I insist Y/N, give me a second." Terry put some dollar bills on the counter and held his arm out for me. "Come on, let's go." I linked my arm with his and we both walked to his car. I was still shaking and Terry put his jacket around my shoulders. He opened the car door for me and got on the drivers seat. After fifteen minutes we arrived at his house and it was huge." Wow Terry your house is amazing." he chuckled "Well thank you Y/N. It's actually a little too big for just myself. Let's go inside shall we?" he unlocked the door and opened it. "Ladies first." he closed the door behind us and guided me to the living room. "Take a seat Y/N I'll make us some tea. I'll be right back." he said with a warm smile before he left the room. After a few moments he returned with a tray of tea and some cookies. "There we go. Be careful it's still hot." he put the tray on the coffee table, lit the fire place and joined me on the sofa. I took a sip from my cup, the tea was delicious. "Thank you so much Terry I don't know how I can repay you for that.". "Don't mention it Y/N, I did what was necessary. I couldn't let that guy lay his hands on you." "He wasn't always like this, he was kind and sweet when we started dating but as soon as we were together he... changed..." it was difficult to hold back tears at that moment. "I'm sorry Terry... I..." but he didn't let me finish, he pulled me into his arms, one hand gently rubbing my back the other one stroking my hair. "It's okay Y/N everything is alright. I'm here." we stayed like this for a while and I felt myself relax in his arms. He was such a nice guy and I haven't felt so safe in a long time. He held me close to his warm body and before I knew it I drifted off into a peaceful sleep. When Terry noticed my steady breathing and slight snoring, he looked at me with a huge smile on his face. He carefully lifted me up and carried me bridal style into one of his guest bedrooms. He gently put me down on the bed and tucked me in. He softly put a strand of hair behind my ear and placed a small kiss on my cheek. "Don't worry Y/N I'm keeping you safe. No one will ever lay a hand on you again, that's a promise." he whispered before he left the room and closed the door.

[th3-royalty]

Xiao My Beloved

Part 3 (Woo y'all waited a while for this one now at the very least I have some clue on what I would like to do for this story)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3 You're here

Okay ok okay, time to cool down not like I just met the love of my life or anything, nope not at all. Except yes! I just did! He was the one and only adeptus XIAO, the sole yaksha, conqueror of demons, protector of Liyue!! Ugh my heart hurts welp time to focus can’t just go off into fantasy land (even if I technically am in a fantasy land how does that work actually…) not the point. I need to figure out a to-do list of things since I am now stranded here and can’t rely on Aether’s kindness forever. 

Get some clothes that actually fit -do I need to have multiple sets or does cartoon logic work here? better not ask and just look-

Meet with Zhongli -wait should that be first??- figure out my situation and try to get some answers though I doubt he has any

Find a job, probably something relatively easy like clerical work, I can do that. Probably not joining the adventurer's guild. I can't stand being outdoors for too long and don’t know how to fight.

Make some friends! Good options would be Yun Jin, Xiangling, Hu Tao, and Xinyan; approach Xiangling or Hu Tao first, most likely to introduce me to the others.

Make XIAO FALL MADLY IN LOVE  maybe leave that one out for now:

For now that list should work oh wait Aethers calling me. “Hey why’d you slow down” “Oh just got a bit too into my thoughts, sorry about that.” “No worries we’re here by the way”. Wow I didn’t even notice did we really walk that far I thought we would have to camp, guess video game logic saves the day again. 

“Hey you hungry?”Aether questions “I know a place to grab a bite”, “Yeah I haven’t really eaten anything since I got here so that’d be nice” sweet if this works he may introduce me to Xiangling then I make friends in Liyue number 1. 

“Come on you two slowpokes Paimon is starving” we both rush forward, rushing past the Milleth guarding Liyue’s gates. After catching up with Paimon we start walking over to what I can only assume is Wanmin Restaurant. As we walk I take this time to look around, Liyue is just as gorgeous in person as it is in the game. I see beautiful buildings with intricate wooden designs, silk flowers and glaze lilies blooming. The sun is setting over the horizon across the sea as you can hear people chattering and the crashing of waves. The Crux seems to be docked. Beidou must be here to see Ninnuang, maybe we will meet Kazuha.  …oh we’re here

“Wanmin restaurant Paimon thinks it may be the best restaurant in Liyue!” “Maybe that hurts Paimon after all we’ve been through” Xiangling walks out of the front door there’s an actual indoor seating area, huh that’s new. “ Hello Aether, Paimon, and oh who is this?” Xiangling asks curiously. “ Hi, I’m (y/n) pleased to meet you” “Oh a new face it’s nice to meet you two”. Aether responds saying “ Ya they're new to Liyue so I decided to show them around” smooth Aether. “OH I’d love to introduce you to some new foods! Have you ever tried Liyuen cuisine?” “No I haven’t” I politely respond to Xiangling, I don’t think Chinese food counts. “Well then obviously you have to! Since you're here and all, sit down, I'll whip up something real quick for you” Xiangling rushes to the kitchen. 

After a while we finished eating “Wow that was delicious thank you Xiangling” I smiled up at her, “oh it was no trouble at all anything for a new friend! A friend of the traveler’s is a friend of mine”Xiangling quickly responds back. “I think we should head home now thanks for the meal Xiangling,” Aether says. “Anytime come back soon okay!” We wave goodbye to Xiangling as we start walking away. 

“So where are you planning to go, Aether?” I obviously know it’s the teapot but I can’t let him know that. “Oh we have a place to stay since we travel all the time, here take this talisman you’ll need it to get it.” After stating that we are all immediately transported to the teapot. It’s so beautiful inside, I gasp just taking in the wonder of it all. “Sorry for the suddenness of it. Anyway, we can stay here for the night and then meet up with a friend of mine who may have some knowledge on your situation. There’s a bedroom right over there you can stay in for the night.” I’m pretty tired so I’m gonna head to bed good night (y/n).” “Goodnight Aether, goodnight Paimon.” I start walking over to the room thinking about everything that happened today, I don’t think this is ever how I would have thought my first day in Teyvat would go. Welp time to sleep.

(A/N sorry for the lack of Xiao in this chapter I really just wanted to set up the next part, so this is really just filler, it's going somewhere I swear)

Taglist: @swivy123, (If you wish to be added to my taglist lemme know!)

[toraleistripe]

Okay, so I finished Jigsaw. But it's also occurred to me that I never made a post actually talking about Saw 3D as a whole, I just kinda lost my shit and spammed my dash for a while there 😅😅 So I'll be talking about Saw 3D first and then I'll make a separate post talking about Jigsaw. This, uh, this got kinda long, so brace yourself if you actually read this. Also I sorta lose my MIND once again near the end of this post 😅

SO BARELY ONE MINUTE IN, THEY DECIDE TO SHOW LAWRENCE GORDON

NOT THAT I LOST MY SHIT OR ANYTHING FKJGSLJDSLK

Nah, but I ABSOLUTELY lost my shit as soon as I saw him ngl. I was SO excited to FINALLY see what happened to him.

But they cut away from that pretty quick to show a Jigsaw trap set up in a public space. That was a BALLSY move, man, just setting it up where people walking by can see that. It kind of astounded me that more people weren't losing their shit over what they were seeing. I mean, yeah, it showed people looking concerned, but I would've been screaming my head off if I saw something like that in person. And from what I could tell, only ONE person used their phone to try to call for help?? That's fucked up. To be fair though, maybe more people were on their phones and I just missed it.

So Hoffman DID in fact survive the reverse bear trap. I thought maybe he could survive if he got immediate medical attention. But nah, man decided to just stitch his jaw back together himself. Okay then. Pretty boss move if I do say so myself, that was badass.

I wasn't really surprised when Jill went to turn Hoffman in. I kinda felt bad for her, she was clearly afraid he was going to come after her.

I was suspicious of Bobby's story right away when he was on that talk show, he just seemed so fake to me. When he showed his 'scars' at the meeting, bruh those didn't look that bad at all 😂 Not exactly the sort of wound I'd expect from a real Jigsaw survivor.

AND THEN HE SHOWED UP AND I LOST MY SHIT AGAIN FKGKSDJKSJD

Just seeing Lawrence for that one scene, just knowing he was ALIVE was amazing, holy cow, I was SO happy to see him!! He's been my favorite Saw character since day one, in case that wasn't obvious enough, and it drove me nuts that the movies kept name dropping him, but we never actually saw what happened to him. BOY DID THIS MOVIE CHANGE THAT!!

But I'm getting ahead of myself. Turns out I was right about Bobby being a fraud! I don't get why you'd want fame and notoriety from THAT though, I mean, falsely claiming to be the survivor of a Jigsaw 'game' seems like you're kinda asking to be kidnapped and stuck in an actual Jigsaw game, y'know. And look what freaking happened. I felt bad for Joyce though, that woman SO did not deserve to be there.

ONCE AGAIN, THEY MADE A TRAP THAT INVOLVED EYEBALLS AND I DID NOT LIKE IT, COULDN'T EVEN LOOK AT THAT SHIT 😭😭 I couldn't watch the scene where the guy glued to the car seat tore his own flesh off either, UGH, couldn't look at that, no siree.

The scene where Bobby pulled out his own teeth was pretty tough to get through too ngl. But I did kind of feel for him, he clearly loved his wife and was trying his hardest to save her. Had a hard time watching him pierce those hooks though his body too. Anything to do with eyeballs or flesh getting pierced/torn, BLEH, that's so hard for me to stomach 🤢

Hoffman gaining entry into police station in a body bag was a power move, Mark Hoffman is easily one of the most impressive characters I've ever seen in a movie, he just figures out such crazy, even creative ways to do shit.

And after Hoffman kills Jill and everyone else at the police station, after he blows up his workshop and gets ready to bail, thinking he really got off scott free, THEN SHIT GETS REAL, Y'ALL, LET ME TELL YA FKGKSJD

So when Hoffman first got jumped by the three people in pig masks, I immediately wondered who tf they were.

AND THEN

AND THEN

THE THIRD GUY TOOK OFF HIS MASK

AND IT TURNED OUT TO BE LAWRENCE MOTHERFUCKING GORDON

Y'ALL

I ONCE AGAIN LOST👏MY👏FUCKING👏SHIT

I WAS SHOOK

I SAT HERE IN SHOCK, BRUH

AND TO FIND OUT THAT JOHN LET HIM LIVE, THAT LAWRENCE BECAME JOHN'S APPRENTICE FKGJSKDJSKDJK

THAT HE HELPED JOHN WITH ALL THE GAMES THAT TOOK PLACE AFTER HIS OWN FKGJLSKDLSKDDKHGJHDFK

I COULD NOT EVEN FKGJSLJDSJFDJVBJSH

IT TOOK SIX MOVIES TO FIND OUT LAWRENCE GORDON'S FATE

AND I WAS SHOOKETH

THAT FINAL SCENE IN THE BATHROOM WHERE IT ALL STARTED

LAWRENCE LEAVING HOFFMAN CHAINED UP THERE

TAKING THE HACKSAW AWAY FROM HIM

"I DON'T THINK SO" 😏

UM, SIR, THAT MOMENT HAS NO BUSINESS BEING AS HOT AS IT IS, THE FUCK 😭😭

SO YEAH, SAW 3D KINDA FUCKED ME UP IN THE BEST WAY FKJGKJSDFDKJKSDJ

All in all, I thoroughly enjoyed it! It HURT to see Adam's corpse at the end ngl that was tough ;_; So I guess we're never gonna see Mark Hoffman ever again, WOW, what a way to go. Pure nightmare fuel right there, being chained up in a pitch black room with nothing but rotting corpses around you fkjgkdjsd he thought he was so slick, but by the end, he got straight up fucked.

AND I'M GONNA END THIS BY SAYING IT WAS WONDERFUL TO SEE LAWRENCE AGAIN, I WAS SO HAPPY TO SEE HIM AND KNOW THAT HE SURVIVED LIKE A BOSS 😭😭😭😭

[thebookreader12345]

Admirer Central Pt. 2

Pairing: Intelligence Unit x Member! reader & Mystery Man x reader

Summary: The team has been dying to find out who Y/n's fiance is, but when it comes time for everyone to meet, things don't go according to plan

Requested: Yes, by multiple anonymous

Warnings: mentions of crimes, guns, and injuries

Word Count: 746 Words

Pt. 1

"So," Hailey started and took a seat on the edge of my desk. "You've been with this unit for a couple of months now, but we still don't know who your fiance is. When do we get to meet him?"

"Yeah," Jay agreed. "When do we finally get to know who it is?"

"When the time is right," I reply.

Adam groaned. "Come on. You've been saying that for months now."

"I'm not doing it on purpose," I claim. "He's just like us. Always busy with work at the firehouse. Plus, he's just taken on a side job, so I don't get to see him too often either. I'll talk to him when I get the chance and let you all know when we can meet up. How's that sound?"

"We'll allow it," Kim declared. "But we're still gonna keep pushing."

"Yes we will," Kevin concurred.

"All right. Now, I need to finish this paperwork, so if you'll excuse me," I say and turn my attention back to my work.

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The team and I had been following a gun dealer case for the past few days. A bunch of illegal automatics had been sold throughout Chicago, and we were trying to stop the dealer from selling anymore. We had set up a meet, and everything was going great. Well, until things took a turn.

"Y/n get down!" Jay shouted. I dove to the floor, hitting it with a thud as a spray of bullets flew over my head. When I pushed myself up though, a throbbing pain started pulsing from my calf, and when I looked down, I saw that a bullet had managed to graze my leg, leaving behind a pretty deep cut.

"I've got him!" Adam called out from across the warehouse. "Everybody good?"

"I may need some help," I tell my co-workers.

"Ooh," Kim cringed when she saw the cut. "That doesn't look too good."

"It doesn't look too bad. It should just need stitches," I guess. "Could someone take me to Med real quick?"

"I've got you," Kevin spoke and bent down to help me up. At Chicago Med, all I needed were a few stitches, like I had guessed earlier. And once that was taken care of, Kevin and I headed back to the district. Up in the bullpen, all of Intelligence was sitting at their desks filling out some paperwork.

"Hey. You okay?" Hailey asked.

"I'm fine," I assure her. "I mean, it hurts like hell when I walk, but other than that, I'm okay." Just then, my fiance came bounding up the stairs that led into the bullpen, and Trudy was right behind him.

"Sorry for the interruption. He insisted he come up," Trudy disclosed.

I waved Trudy up. "It's fine. Thank you for brining him up."

"What the hell, Y/n? I was stopping by the hospital to check on a victim I saved earlier and Will told me you had just been there and needed stitches. Why didn't you call me?" Kelly quizzed.

"Because I didn't want you to worry," I respond.

"I'm your fiance. I have every right to worry," Kelly countered.

"Hold on a second," Jay interrupted. "Severide is your fiance?"

"Wait. You guys know each other other?" I question.

"I know everyone up here. We've worked with each other a lot over the last few years," Kelly confessed.

"This whole time we thought we didn't know who Y/n's fiance was. She never gave us your name," Adam shared.

"A lot of cops like to keep their personal lives private. I am one of those cops," I state. "But now, since you've all met my fiance, you can stop bothering me about it."

"Aw. But that was fun," Kim muttered.

"I'm off shift in like two hours, and it looks like you guys are almost finished with work, so would you want to meet up at Molly's after shift?" Kelly posed.

"Only if we get to hear all kinds of embarrassing stories about Y/n," Kevin put forth.

Kelly smiled. "I'm down to share some things."

"This is why I didn't want to introduce any of you. Because I knew this would happen," I admit.

"Shut up. You love us," Hailey teased.

"Yeah yeah yeah," I murmur. "Lets just get back to work. That means you too, Kel."

"All right. I'll see you guys later. Bye Y/n," Kelly said and leaned over to press a quick kiss to my lips.

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[i-writes-things]

Family Dinner.

Peter Parker x Teen!reader

Summary- Y/n skips family dinner to hang out with a good friend

Warnings- Swearing

Extra Pairings::

Natasha x Adopted!daughter!reader

Not my Gif*

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Unless you had schoolwork, you attended family dinner. This had been common knowledge from the second you were adopted.

You had never thought anything would happen if you did, but you didn't dare try it out, until....

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[5:46]

"What's the plan for dinner?" Tony's voice rang through the silent room, except for Vision and Wanda quiet talking

"So, take-out? Come on guys I need verbal agreement here!" He joked aloud to the few people that were in the kitchen with him

"Hazzah!" Came Thor voice from the next room, as he walked in

"So? Yes?" Tony ask confused

"Yes! Hazzah!" Thor exclaims "On my planet 'Hazzah' has the same effect as 'yes' " He laughs

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While everyone was probably getting ready for dinner you had homework.

Ew homework, but it had to be done so why not skip dinner, Sam and Bucky always annoy you about boys anyway...

After 2 full pages of math, and a way too in-depth question about your summer reading book, you had finish homework for the day

Finally being done with school work, you walked over to check your phones few notifications

[Peter Parker - Hey, I am not going to dinn... 5:56]

[Mom - Y/n/n, dinner will be here in 30 mi... 5:43]

[Reminder - FAMILY DINNER (seeing pet... 4:00]

Clicking on Peter's text and unlocking your phone you see why he was not going to dinner

Peter Parker: Hey, I am not going to dinner. Mr Stark asked if I would do patrol tonight. Of course I couldn't say no to him, I'll see you after school tomorrow!

You texted him back

Y/n: Come by the Tower real quick. My room.

He texts you back a few minutes later

Peter Parker: Ok, I can't stay long.

Y/n: Neither can I.

You get up off your bed and pack your school things back into your already heavy backpack, as it is leaned against the wall you hear a tapping from behind you

'That was fast' You thought

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After Peter had climbed through the window and took his Spiderman mask off, you finally spoke

"Hey" "Hiya" Peter responded happily

"How's Patrol?" "Eh, not much, I did save someone's pet snake though, named fluffy, so theres that." He responds awkwardly

"oh, well fluffy is a good name." You say trying to keep the conversation moving

"Yup." He says

You notice Peter nervously looking all around your room

"So what's it like on Patrol?" You had never been, per your mother's request

Peter finally looked at you "Oh uh, usually alot of waiting around, stopping crimes, um.." He stopped in thought "Once I took a photo with a little kid, and another time I got someone there bike back! I usually just swing around til I find someone to help!" He says happily to you

You smile at him slightly "Well, that sounds fun"

"Yeah you should go sometime" Peter suggests causally

"Really?" "Yeah." "What about right now?"

His eyes go a little wide and a small smile grows on his face, as he stumbles his words "Y- yeah- Of course, I mean, what about your mom?"

You shrug your shoulders "She doesn't need to know.." Peter gives you a confused look

"Um, are you sure?" He asks

You look at him a little annoyed "Yes. Come on we'll be back before Dinner even starts.."

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[6:04]

Natasha walked into the room and sat next to Steve. While Bruce, Tony, Wanda, Vision, Thor and Sam were already there, all sitting and talking in the living room right next to the kitchen

"What are we getting for dinner?" Natasha quietly asks Steve

"Chinese, where is Y/n?" Steve asks her, putting his arm around Nat

"Homework, she should be down soon. I texted her about dinner." She answers him and slightly leans into his touch

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"woohooo..." You shout as your grip on peters neck tightened. The rush of the wind flew past you both so fast you could barely hear your own voice, let alone the traffic below you both

Peter zigzagged between buildings and swung fast through the opening in the middle of one especially tall building

"aaahhh" You felt your heart drop every time Peter let go of a web before shooting a new one

The adrenaline rush made the trip a little less stressful but it was quite fun while it lasted

All of a sudden all the motion had stopped and Peter was setting you down back on your feet. You both stood on top of a tall building, looking out you could see everything from there, the Avengers Tower still in sight, on the other side of New York City, The Empire State Building, The Statue of Liberty in the green water straight ahead and the setting sun from across the water

"woah.." Was the only thing you could say, that was the only thing that came to your mind

"Right," Peter said looking out on the setting sun with all the beautiful colors that came with it

You both shared the nice moment together, looking out on the beautiful view, light wind blowing behind you and Peter, you had never really looked at sky too much, but now you wanted to forget about dinner and look at sunset for the rest of the night

"I love it up here," He says looking out on the view and moving his eyes to land on you "with you.." Peter said sincerely

"What..?" You asked him confused

Peter, after finally registering what he had just said tries to cover it all up "Well I just mean't- You and I- It's nice to, to share the view with someone else.." He said awkwardly slow, looking anywhere but you

You looked away in shock

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[6:12]

Tony gets up to go pay for dinner down in the lobby, as Bucky and Thor walked back in laughing there heads off

"What's so funny, you old farts?" Sam asks them both

"Thor, if I can ask, where have you gone off too? You were here earlier, agreeing with Mr. Stark about dinner." Vision asks him inquisitively 

Thor looks over at him slightly confused and them remembers quickly

"Ah! Yes I was told to go and fetch Mr Silver Arm over here!" He exclaims with a chuckle and puts a friendly arm around Bucky, pulling him into a slight choke hold

Bucky looks at him and just starts laughing harder and Thor follows his actions quickly laughing

"What's so funny, meatheads?" Sam asks them again

Thor finally stops enough to explain to Sam

"We have just witnessed a great humorous experience!"

"About what?" Bruce asks him

"Sir Clint is unable to leave one of the Air Ventilation units" Thors gives a loud laugh

"So he got himself stuck?" Natasha asks him almost concerned

"Yes, M'lady Natasha, He is quite stuck in the Air Ventilation. Drinks anyone?" Thors asks the room happily

Natasha however stands up hurriedly to go help her friend

"I'm going to find that Idiot.." Natasha said lovely to Steve, leaving the room, abandoning him on the couch

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"I guess we should be getting back.." Peter says feeling embarrassed

You look back over at him "Are you sure? We have at least 10 more minutes, dinner is always later than whatever Tony usually says it is.." You say quickly trying to give Peter a point to sat a few more minutes

He nods and turns away from you walking to the other side of the buildings edge

You look back towards the setting sun trying to think of something you could say, to make him understand

"Peter." He turned and you were already looking at him

"I love it up here too, with you.." You said sincerely to him and you swear you could see his stature change as he slowly walked back to you

"really..?" He asked quietly

You give him a small smile and nodded

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[6:27]

"Have you guys seen Y/n?" Wanda asked the room after coming back from the bathroom

"The better question is, where is Peter... and Y/n?" Bucky asks inappropriately

Wanda rolls her eyes and Steve gets defensive

"Hey, Nat told me she was doing Homework. Peter wouldn't-" Tony cut Steve off

"Peter, actually is on Patrol for me, right about now.." Tony said defended the kids honor, as he walked in holding three large bags of Chinese food

"Well, either way, someone needs to let Y/n know that dinner is here" Wanda speaks up again

Steve starts to stand, when Natasha walks in with Clint in front of her "I'll go get Y/n, and Clint get yourself some water you Idiot." She glanced over at Steve and smiled then turned right back around to walk up to your room

"She's been calling me 'Idiot' since she found me" Clint comments

"That's because you are one, you Idiot." Bucky says steadily

Clint gives him a chuckle and heads for the Kitchen

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You lean away from Peter catching his eye "Your a good kisser, Parker" He smiled and responded "I know"

"what time is it?" You ask casually "6:40" "6:40?!" You almost shouted stepping away from him

"What?!" Peter asked in a panic

"What do you mean 'What?' I'm gonna be late! Now lets go!" You said in a panic

The swing home was less fulled with excitement and more fulled with stress and anxiety

It was [7:00] by the time you got back to the Tower and after deciding that Peter really needed to get back to Patrol, he just let you go in at the lobby

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[7:02]

The slow ride up the elevator to the Kitchen and the Living room was nerve racking the floors flew by way to fast

When it struck [Floor 25] you took a deep breath in and out as the sliding doors opened and you walked out, quickly running down the small hall and ever faster past the open doorway to the Kitchen/Living room trying to figure out what to do, obviously doing it the wrong way

"What was that?" Clint asks pointing with his knife towards the doorway suspiciously

"Hey- Was that Y/n?" Steve asks as he gets up from his dinner, making Natasha perk up and follows him out into the hall

You continue to run down the long hall not sure what to do

"Y/n." Natasha said your name sternly

You came to a halt a little ways down the hall and turned around slowly looking at her

"Hi mom" You said weakly

"Don't 'hi mom' me, where the hell have you been?" She crosses her arms over her chest "I was worried Y/n." She stared at you, walking over nearer to you

Steve decides that he should leave the two of you alone and goes back to his dinner

There was no chance in making up an excuse now

"I may or may not have gone on Patrol with Peter for a little while." You said quietly now looking at the ground

You could hear Natasha take a deep breath in and out

"And you didn't think it was necessary to let your mother know where you were going?" She asks you a little louder than you were talking before

"no." You felt embarrassed and wanted to leave

"Well then, I don't think you should be leaving the Tower til you understand that, while you live here, I need to know where you are going off too. Ok?"

You nod, feeling defeated

"I just don't want something to happen to you, Y/n. You know that many people could be after-"

"I know." You say flatly, unconsciously cut her off, she had told you that maybe a thousand times by now

"Ok, good." Her tone changes "Do you want some dinner?" She asks you softly

You take a moment but finally slowly nod Yes

"C'mere.." She says quietly and pulls you into a tight hug

You put your head in the crook in her neck, draping your arms around her neck

"I'm sorry." You finally say after a few moments

Natasha kisses your head "I know, I know.." She says softly as she sways the both you side to side

"Love you, Y/n."

"Love you."