#remembered I had these and wanted to share them after talking about my outfit/doll obsession earlier

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I drew him SO many outfits last year - but I don't think I shared any of these (other than the beach bash look)

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Please Don’t Take My Crown Just Because You Can (Olivia Lux x Trixie Mattel) - Plastiquedoll

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Summary: It was a bad idea. Trixie knew it from the second she signed up for it. Her stomach hadn’t been quiet from that moment on, she could barely get any sleep the previous night and her hands were constantly sweaty. How could she let her mother convince her of entering a beauty pageant? …Another beauty pageant. That was what she thought until she met Olivia and maybe -just maybe- her day got much better.

A/N: hi there! this is my entry for the rare pair fic challenge! I hope you like it <3

my train of thought for this story was the following one: rare pair challenge > 21 Jolene by Dolly Parton > Dolly Parton Trixie Mattel music > Dolly Parton movie Dumplin > Dumplin movie with beauty pageants > (break to remember that one roast joke about Ginger working with Jennifer Anniston) > pageant queens > line of the song about the Jolene’s > Olivia has a beautiful smile > Trixie was kind of obsessed with her on the pit stop > Trixie x Olivia > rare pair > Trixie x Olivia pageant queens au with Jolene somewhere

It was a bad idea.

Trixie knew it from the second she signed up for it. Her stomach hadn’t been quiet from that moment on, she could barely get any sleep the previous night and her hands were constantly sweaty.

How could she let her mother convince her of entering a beauty pageant?

…Another beauty pageant.

Only because her older sister was a pageant queen it didn’t mean she was cut from the same mold.

Even during the prior weeks when she tried that beautiful nightgown covered in sequins that fit her so well, she didn’t feel fully comfortable in it. Even in the talent category –one she was supposed to excel in since she had chosen singing- she wasn’t completely sure of the song she had picked and don’t get her start on the swimsuit category.

It was a nightmare.

Now she had paid the fee it was too late to regret it. She was already in the building, she had signed the damn application form and she had a number assigned –twelve- there was no way out even when all her senses were tingling and her body kept telling her to run away.

She took a deep breath and walked into the dressing room where her fellow competitors were already dolling up. She saw a mother stretching a corset so much the boobs of the girl were in a different color than her face and also a girl with a professional makeup team of three people doing her face, hair, and nails. This was no joke for some of them.

Of course, Trixie had been looked down on the moment she showed up and it was intimidating to walk among those trained pageant girls who whispered and tittered when she passed by their stations. Some of them might have identified her, some of them might be guessing what she was doing there.

Luckily, she found her mirror and hangers to be located in an isolated area near one of the back doors. At least she could get ready in peace.

Her mother walked into the room and it got as quiet as a church. The heads turned and immediately recognized the former Miss USA even after all those years, they also knew Trixie’s sister, Pearl, the current Miss Teen America; with both proud achievements under her arm, her mother solemnly crossed the place to her station with a couple of makeup bags on her hands. She greeted everyone with her fakest smile and then she looked at her daughter.

“Ronan will get your stuff in a moment.” She caressed Trixie’s hair. “Brush your hair, it’s dry.” She said with disdain. “And pinch your cheeks, you look ill.”

Forget that part of getting ready in peace.

Trixie instinctively grabbed a brush while her mother went mingle –and collected information about the other girls.

Suddenly, a voice surprised her.

“Hi!”

Trixie turned around and froze for a moment.

In the contiguous mirror labeled number thirteen, there was a girl with a bathrobe, rollers on her dark brown hair and by far the most beautiful smile Trixie had ever seen, the kind that made people go weak on their knees, with her not being the exception.

She’s beauty and she’s grace, she takes my breath away.

She looked like she had just arrived as well. Her makeup bags were closed and her dresses were in bags.

“It seems we’re going to be neighbors today.” She kept flashing her dazzling smile.

“Yeah… I mean… Hi, I’m Trixie.”

“Olivia, Liv…” She shook her hand. “Nice to meet you, Trixie. If you don’t mind, may I ask you a question?”

Trixie would later find out that was Olivia’s catchphrase.

“Sure, go ahead.”

“Where can I find a plug for my phone?”

“Behind the mirror.”

“Oh, thank you… by the way I love your hair.”

Trixie touched her messy blonde hair she hadn’t even styled yet and wondered if that was a tactic but Olivia seemed genuinely nice. The girl sat on her chair and started doing her makeup, -Trixie needed to do the same but she also wanted to keep talking to her.

But before she could say something else, her mother came back with the bags with her outfits.

“Bad news is that Violet is here but maybe you can beat her in the talent portion, good news is that there was a blizzard and Naomi couldn’t take the flight.” She sounded way too excited about that.

“Jeez, mom…”

“What? Know your competitors.” She stared at Olivia. “And who do we have here? I’m afraid I don’t remember your name, darling.”

“I’m Olivia Lux, Mrs. Mattel. We haven’t met but it’s such an honor.”

Her mother smiled and shook her hand. “Lovely.” She looked at Trixie again. “We have a lot of work to do.”

“I’ll do my makeup.” She began taking her brushes out of the bag.

“Good idea, don’t apply too much the judges didn’t like it last time.”

At that point, Trixie just wanted her mother to be gone for a hot second since that was the only moment she could get to relax while doing something she enjoyed and she couldn’t fully do that under her eagle eye. She was already stressed by the rehearsals and the competition, she didn’t need any more pressure over her shoulders.

As if her thoughts were heard, one of the other mothers called Trixie’s mother’s name and she made a fuss to say hi to her and gossip some more.

“Whoa, your mother is a legend.” Olivia whispered, still a bit thunderstruck.

“I guess…” Trixie sighed. “Sorry you had to hear what she said earlier, she gets a little… in the pageant mood.”

What Trixie wanted to say was «she’s like a shark and pageants are bloodbaths».

Olivia just gestured with her hands downplaying it. “Most mothers here are like that… don’t worry.”

“By the way, where are you from? I don’t think I have seen you here before.”

Way to go, Trixie, what brings you to San Antonio, Texas to this room full of nasty people and ugly hot weather?

“I’m from New Jersey but I think the reason we hadn’t met it’s because… being completely honest, this is my third pageant.”

Trixie almost had a seizure. “What?”

She looked so calm and collected she couldn’t have guessed it was only her third time participating.

Olivia giggled. “The first beauty pageant I participated was as a dare from one of my friends back in New Jersey and I won Miss Polaris… then I tried my luck in the Miss Natural Beauty in New York and also won.” She fidgeted with her rings. “I hadn’t gone this far until now and I’m actually considering going full-time… but I don’t have many references to ask advice from.”

And she wanted to ask Trixie? Out of all girls in that room?

“I have to admit that’s pretty impressive.”

“Thank you.”

“Pageant world is… wow… exhausting? It requires a lot of effort and dedication. My mother put my sister and me in pageants since we were little so we grew up in this environment so we’re used to the viciousness of it.”

Just to think they could’ve made it into Toddlers and Tiaras if it wasn’t canceled a year before their pageant debut.

Olivia looked at her with wide eyes, expectant.

“It is also a nice place to share and form sincere bonds with other girls, like a sisterhood.”

The girl grinned. “That’s wonderful!”

“Yeah…”

“I must admit that the scholarship program of Miss Teen America is also what dragged me here today. I need to gather some more experience before even considering giving it a try and having a good score here could help me to qualify for the nationals.”

“That’s the dream…” Trixie knew about it, she had been prepared all her life to be the following to reign after her sister.

Trixie did her makeup in almost record time, she knew they had counted minutes inside the dressing room and they hadn’t rehearsed the walk or the places on the stage –they barely had some time to try the acoustic and do something similar to a soundcheck before lunch.

She needed a minute away from that place or she was going to have a breakdown. When her mother wasn’t looking, she sneaked out to the emergency stairs that had a «DO NOT CROSS» yellow sign… perfect.

To her surprise, she wasn’t the only person who had had the same idea.

“Hey, Violet.”

The girl with black hair in a purple robe with her name embroidered –she probably had her famous corset underneath- lifted her gaze. She was sitting on the stairs with a cigarette in one hand and her phone in the other.

“Needed a break?”

Trixie nodded. “I swear there’s something inside there that sucks the air of the room.”

“It’s not the air, it’s the former pageant queens sucking the youth out of your body.”

The blonde cackled. “Most likely.”

“Where’s your sister? She won Miss Teen and now she’s too good for an open call pageant?”

“Didn’t you hear? She sprained her ankle skiing a couple of weeks ago…”

“I heard that.” Violet rolled her eyes. “Now tell me what really happened.”

“She sprained her ankle trying to climb the window of her room after she sneaked to go to a college party.”

Ladies, gentlemen, and folks… Miss Teen America!

Violet snickered. “Dumb whore.”

She offered Trixie a smoke but the blonde shook her head.

“It’d fuck my throat for the talent section.”

“Maybe that’s the strategy.” A cloud of smoke came from her lips.

Trixie laughed. Violet had never needed to use a dirty tactic to win. She simply didn’t give a fuck and that was the reason Trixie liked her and the reason they had developed a certain level of camaraderie… it could be even called a friendship. Maybe what she had said to Olivia wasn’t as far from reality as she thought, maybe there was room to bond over the trauma of lost childhood and terrible mothers.

“Are you doing your baton routine?”

The raven-haired girl nodded. “This time, with a spark…” She did jazz hands, ironically.

“They are letting you do the fire thing?”

“God bless Texas or something like that.”

“I thought it was unsafe.”

“Nonsense… I could do it blindfolded… actually…”

“Pyro psychopath.”

“What about you? I saw your guitar in the dressing room. Are you finally going to sing one of your SoundCloud songs?”

Trixie sighed. “I wish… Mrs. Barbara Mattel won’t let me. She says it isn’t appealing to the public like going for a well-known classic.”

“Let me guess, Dolly Parton?”

“Yeah…”

“It’s always «yes» not «yeah», Miss Mattel.” She mocked.

“Fuck off, you skinny bitch.”

“You say it as if it’s something wrong with that.”

“I’m always hoping for you to faint during the run on the stage.”

“Because that’s the only way you could win.”

They laughed at each other. Everything was so ridiculous they needed the laughter to make things lighter.

“Well, you have competition with the singing thing…” Violet commented.

Trixie raised an eyebrow. “Who?”

“That new girl from Jersey… the one that looks like she came out from a toothpaste commercial.”

“Olivia?” She asked with disbelief… well, it shouldn’t have been any surprise since she seemed like the type of girl who could do anything anyway.

“And she plays piano too.” Violet dumped the ashes of her cigarette over the stairs but she was also adding fuel to the fire.

Fuck.

Maybe Trixie was very good at singing but the judges always looked with good eyes when someone played a more classical instrument like violin or piano, it made the girls look more sophisticated than an acoustic guitar.

She was truly underestimating Olivia for being the rookie in the room but if she was as good as Violet had said, she might have reasons to be worried.

Back in the dressing room, her mother nagged her for disappearing before getting the curlers on. She had her hair pulled and entangled in the plastic tubes under a pink cap. Some girls had left in rounds to the rehearsal of the talents that couldn’t make it in the morning, Olivia among them.

With her not being there to bright the room a little, Trixie felt alone. She knew she had just met Olivia but there was something so radiant and charming about her that she couldn’t shake off her mind. That… and the fact that Trixie was just being gay as fuck while yearning for a competitor.

To relieve her anxiety, she lulled herself with her autoharp and one of her songs that wouldn’t make it into the program.

“Whoa… that was beautiful.” The voice of the girl woke her from her reverie.

She hadn’t noticed Olivia had returned since she was so mesmerized with the music, closing her eyes and feeling it with her heart.

Olivia clapped and smiled, even brighter than before.

“Is what you’re going to play on today’s talent show?”

Trixie shook her head. “It’s mine, actually. I don’t think the public would respond as you just did.”

“What are you saying? It sounds terrific… I wish I could write songs too, what a great talent.”

“You’re just being polite… pageant polite.”

“I’m not…” Olivia reached for her hand and Trixie felt butterflies flapping on her stomach, no stage fright related. “Your music is wonderful, I mean it.”

She didn’t want to let go of Olivia’s hand but at that moment, there was a commotion in the dressing room that attracted all stares.

It was Alyssa Edwards, the hostess of the pageant and mother of the current Miss Teen Venus. Trixie had overheard her mother calling her things before but the second she walked in, everyone shut up. She didn’t look content at all.

“Miss Atlanta…” She called. “The color one.”

Violet.

“Violet has been disqualified from today’s competition.” She announced, as serious as she could be about it.

“What?!” Trixie looked around, she was nowhere to be seen.

“There has been an accident during the rehearsal of her talent and since the board and the judges consider it to be too dangerous and the lil’ miss refuses to change it… there’s no other choice but to continue without her.” She explained, reading a piece of paper she had in her hands. “Also, Miss Violet argues there had been some type of sabotage involved…”

The word sabotage made the room explode into an uproar. Alyssa was only the messenger but the women assembled in front of her demanding explanations and repeating how nonsensical the accusation was.

“Ladies, ladies…” She tried to get their attention but finally the only way she could do it was whistling loud enough to leave everyone deaf. “Ladies! I know this is a severe accusation but I promise you we’ll be taking action into the matter and proceeding with the corresponding investigation. This is not the image of any Miss Teen Venus and if the allegations turn to be true there will be a prosecution and punishment of such acts.” She shushed a pageant mom that was about to protest. “Margaret, sit your ass down no one wants to hear it.”

Trixie’s mother looked ecstatic. “Yes!” She celebrated in a lower voice.

Trixie just shook her head.

Violet returned to the dressing room wearing what to Violet was pedestrian clothing to pick her things about half an hour later, she looked done with everything and everyone there. She didn’t even mind the stares and whispers –even during rough times she shone for her confidence-, her mother behind her, however, kept ranting about the level of unprofessionalism showed and how they were going to regret it.

Trixie approached her station when things were cooling down a little.

“Hey, what the fuck happened?”

Violet sighed. “I don’t know, there was something wrong with the baton or the kerosene, this has never happened before.” She crossed her arms on her chest. “My mother thinks there’s a conspiracy going on and I just want to sleep on the plane and cuddle my cat back at home.”

“But like… do you really think someone deliberately tried to mess up with your act?”

“I have no clue but… I never make mistakes and that’s not an exaggeration.” She gathered her things. “If someone’s really sabotaging people you should watch your back.” She put a pair of designer sunglasses on.

“…we don’t need this trashy fifth category contest; Violet has a modeling contract…”

“I have to get my mom out of that argument. See you at the nationals I guess.”

“No «break a leg» or something?”

“You don’t need my help with that.” She waved her hair on her way out.

“Bitch…”

Alyssa called them for the runway rehearsal a couple of minutes after.

“Tracy,” She pointed at Trixie. “you go before Peronka.”

Trixie and Priyanka exchanged a look. To be fair, Priyanka was a newbie but still, it was funny that Alyssa confused their names so badly.

“Olivia, you go next.”

Of course, she remembered her name.

They paraded in their robes with curlers and clips on their hair pretending it was the real thing. They had to smile, wave, stuck their stomachs, stretch their shoulders, elongate their necks and look absolutely fabulous while wearing heels.

Olivia, just like the pageant she had won before, was a natural. She gracefully walked upstairs, sashayed all over the stage, and posed like a professional.

Trixie couldn’t keep her eyes off her to the point Priyanka had to elbow her to move.

“It got you hard this time…” She murmured.

“Shut up, Peronka.”

The first round they all had to wear the same simple v-neckline blue dress –not Trixie’s favorite color to wear- with a sad matching pump but it was just one lap to show their charms while playing a corny song about being Miss Teen Venus and all the qualities that came with it –did anyone else notice that it sounded oddly similar to Dancing Queen? Because Trixie did.

They also had a short presentation and because of that reason, Trixie didn’t let her mother rub vaseline on her teeth before stepping out the stage.

“Good evening, everyone. My name is Trixie Mattel, I’m from Milwaukee, Wisconsin. I enjoy playing the acoustic guitar and composing my own songs. The people who inspire me the most are Michelle Obama, Dolly Parton, and my mom whom I love very much.” She smiled widely.

The judges nodded and wrote something down.

Alyssa in her all glitter, all glam golden gown and perfect huge blonde hair read the card, and after Trixie was done she commented. “Isn’t she lovely, folks?”

Claps from the audience and then her cue to leave the center of the stage and get in line next to Priyanka –always keeping the poise and the smile.

Olivia was next.

“Miss Olivia Lux.” Alyssa presented.

“Good evening, everyone. My name is Olivia, I’m from Buena, New Jersey. The activities I like the most are performing on a stage, playing the piano, and cooking with my mom and my grandmother. The people who inspire me the most are Malala Yousafzai, Kamala Harris, and Beyoncé Knowles.” She giggled.

“Adorable!” Alyssa said into the microphone.

Oh, she was good-good.

It reminded Trixie of the time Pearl went against Valentina, her smile also charmed the judges effortlessly making her sister lost that pageant.

Okay, the first round was done. The talent portion was next and Trixie hadn’t been that nervous before.

There were twenty –well, nineteen- girls competing that night, and some of them were really good. The swimsuit portion was something Trixie just preferred to ignore it happened; she was embarrassingly looking at one particular lady but she did her best pretending she wasn’t –even when her face was probably as red as her swimsuit-. Next were the talents and they went from juggling, opera singing, gymnastics to some awful singing, uncoordinated tap dancing, and some slips and falls -those that fail were often the most entertaining.

After Priyanka’s interpretative dance, it was Trixie’s turn.

She was on her country pink leather bodysuit with her Texan boots and big brushed hair. She held her pink glittery guitar near to her.

Alyssa was about to announce it when she felt a hand over her shoulder.

It was Olivia.

“Hey, I just wanted to wish you good luck. I’m sure you’re going to kill it.”

Trixie squeezed her hand. “Thank you.”

She took a deep breath before walking onto the stage.

“…here she is, Trixie Mattel!”

“Good night, everyone, how are you doing?” She displayed her white teeth. If something, Trixie felt comfortable in front of an audience when she had her guitar with her. “I hope you all know this one… because if you don’t… ”

She knew the chords by heart, as soon as she plucked the strings she got into character, moving her body and dancing around. The audience recognized the first couple of notes of Jolene right away. They could say she foreshadowed it on her presentation so no one should’ve been surprised at all.

Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene

I’m begging of you please don’t take my man

Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene

Please don’t take him just because you can

People started clapping along and mouthed the words.

Your beauty is beyond compare

With flaming locks of auburn hair

With ivory skin and eyes of emerald green

She was having a great time and then, the lyrics came out of her mouth and her eyes directed to the girl behind the curtains who was still looking at her performance even when she was next.

Your smile is like a breath of spring

Your voice is soft like summer rain

And I cannot compete with you… Jolene

«Your smile is like a breath of spring» that single sentence could be used to describe Olivia perfectly and Trixie didn’t stop staring at her while pronouncing every word.

The rest of the song went even better, she really engaged with the audience. Trixie was very good at impersonating Dolly but she also liked giving it a little twist here and there, letting her personality shine through the music.

She had done a better job than that other girl that attempted to do These Boots Are Made For Walkin’. People gave her a full standing ovation, that was the best feeling in the world.

She was still shaking with adrenaline post-show when she crossed paths with –probably- her biggest competition of the night.

Olivia, who looked polished and gorgeous on a halter aqua short dress, her hair perfectly tight in an up-do and that blinding smile…

“Trixie you were fantastic! I knew you were going to do a great job but you really gave a show out there.”

“Thank you… break a leg… uh…”

“I’m so nervous.” She peeped over the blonde’s shoulder. A member of the staff was setting Olivia’s keyboard in the meantime Alyssa thanked the pageant sponsors.

“Look, the judges already love you so you just have to do your best out there and… have fun.”

Olivia nodded and hugged Trixie tightly before heading to the main stage.

Trixie was out of breath.

She knew her mother was going to go crazy if she was late back in the dressing room to change to her nightgown but it didn’t matter. She wanted to be there, supporting Olivia just like she did.

“Without further delay, Miss Olivia Lux.” Alyssa announced.

Olivia started playing the notes of For Elise on the keyboard and the audience was already fascinated by it but then, she pressed a couple of buttons that added rhythm to the classical symphony and the song became For Albert by Sarah Jackson-Holman. Olivia’s voice was also lovely and it complimented the song very well. She had an amazing stage presence and that was what made her performance stand up.

She guessed that the line «Your voice is soft like summer rain» also applied to Olivia.

Trixie was bewitched watching her leaving it all on the stage and so were the judges. She was surely scoring high with that interpretation. The audience gave her the second standing ovation of the night, well-earned.

Trixie herself was clapping like her biggest fan.

“That was amazing!” She celebrated the other girl.

“Oh my God… you watched it?”

“Yes, I wouldn’t miss it.”

Olivia was about to cry. “Thank you…”

“Hey, hey… save those tears for the end or you’re going to ruin your makeup.”

“Okay…” She sobbed but her face remained dry and her makeup flawless.

Back in the dressing room, Trixie’s mother wasn’t around which was strange since she was the first to boss Trixie around as soon as she put a step in.

She didn’t pay much attention since something else happened in the contiguous station, number thirteen.

“This cannot be happening…” Olivia was on the verge of a panic attack. “It has to be here somewhere.” She sounded so afflicted it made Trixie feel about whatever was going on before even knowing the details.

“What is it?” She asked.

“Oh, Trixie…” She fell into her arms. “It’s terrible, just terrible…” She was trying her best not to cry, Trixie could tell. “My nightgown has disappeared!”

“What?! No, that can’t be. Where was it last time you saw it?”

“In the hanger with my other dresses… It was here before the talent show I just saw it… My mom went to check on the car just in case but… I swear it was here. You have to believe me.”

Trixie stroked Olivia’s back trying to comfort her, even when she wasn’t the most affectionate person and having this type of contact was difficult to her, with that girl it was innate… she felt in need of protecting her.

“I believe you. We’re going to find it, okay? I promise it. We still thirty minutes before our turn.”

“Thank you… you’re a great friend.”

She smiled at Olivia.

Something shady was going on and Trixie was going to find out what it was.

She went out the hallway; neither of the other girls had seen something so if someone really stole Olivia’s dress it had to be while the girls were performing on the stage. Olivia’s mother did what she could to make time but finally decided to tell Alyssa was for the best, the hostess had cursed in her southern accent but assured the lady that they were also going to look for the emerald green nightgown.

Trixie finally found her mother next to the coffee machine with a cigarette in her hand.

“Mom, Olivia’s dress was stolen from the dressing room, where you around it before the talent show?”

She frowned and shook her head, the cigarette hung on her mouth unlighted. “No clue. Kids should be careful with their things.” She looked at Trixie from head to toe. “Why aren’t you dressing up already?”

“I’ll do it in a second. We’re trying to find her dress or she’s not going to make it to the next round.”

“Why do you care? You should be responsible for yourself and yourself only, Patricia. Otherwise, you’re not going to make it far in life…” She rummaged her purse trying to find a box of matches when it fell from her hands. “Shit…” She cursed.

Trixie kneeled on the floor to pick up the purse when she spotted a bottle of kerosene.

She picked the item and looked at it carefully and then she looked at her mother.

“Isn’t this the thing Violet uses for her baton routine?”

“I don’t know, I use it to clean…”

“Mom… What are you doing with this in your purse?”

“Oh, c’mon, Trixie. Give it to me.” She snatched the bottle from her hands and lighted up her cigarette with the matches. “You didn’t see anything.”

It suddenly made sense.

“You were the one who sabotaged Violet’s act, didn’t you?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh my God… you did.” Trixie was speechless. “Did you steal Olivia’s dress too?”

“Don’t be ridiculous, why would I do any of that?”

“Because you don’t think I can win on my own… You’ve been obstructing the competition all day long.”

“Fine, whatever… yes. I don’t think you can win on your own and these little amateurs cannot beat you… you’re a Mattel, do you have an idea what that name represents? The legacy that’s over your shoulders?”

“You got no shame at all, do you? What’s next? Are you going to throw marbles all over the stage?” Trixie felt like she was about to throw up. “Where’s Olivia’s dress?”

Her mother jeered. “Do you really believe I’m going to tell you? Please… Now go back to the dressing room and put some fucking vaseline on your teeth, I didn’t pay for your braces all those years for you to look like a bitter hag.”

“You’re going to regret this.”

Trixie really wanted to yell something at her but a plan was already forming on her mind and if it worked, her mother was going to get what she deserved.

“Any news?” Olivia asked with a spark of hope in her voice.

Trixie’s heart broke in the spot. She shook her head.

“I’m sorry, Liv. I couldn’t find it.”

“Oh no… Alyssa said if I don’t go out in fifteen minutes they’ll have to continue without me and I’ll be disqualified from the category meaning I won’t win in points…” She buried her face in her hands.

“Not necessarily.” Trixie squeezed her shoulder. “Fortunately for you… and because I come from a great tradition of pageant winners, I’ve learned to always go to a competition with a back-up.” She pulled a bag that was previously hanging next to her.

Olivia’s face lit up. “What is it…? Are you serious?”

Trixie nodded. “You can wear this one… now, obviously we’re not the same size but I think it can fit you just well with a couple of quick adjustments.”

“Oh my goodness… Trixie…” She was trying to find the right words. “You’re the best.” She embraced the girl into a hug.

Trixie beamed. “Don’t worry, it’s going to be alright. Text your mom you have a dress and get ready… I need to get a bottle of hairspray I left in the hallway, okay? I’ll see you behind the stage.”

“Okay…” She nodded. “Right. I’ll do that. Thank you, thank you… I cannot express it enough.”

“Hey, that’s what friends are for.”

Olivia held her hands. “You’re a wonderful person, Trixie Mattel.”

She felt a sting of guilt on her stomach. “I am…”

Trixie’s mother was about to enter into cardiac arrest when she found her daughter who was next in line, not ready.

“Trixie, where the hell were you? It’s almost your turn… where’s your dress?”

“I’m not going to walk on that stage, mom. I don’t want to win, not like this at least. It’s not fair.”

Her mother rolled her eyes. “Don’t start with me, Patricia. Do you have an idea of everything I had to do for you to be here tonight?”

“I do… that’s why I’m out of this competition. I already informed Alyssa I’m out.”

“You did what? Spoiled brat… Where is she? I’m going to find her and tell her you’re completely out of your mind… you’re being irrational and complicated and… you’ll see when we get home.”

Trixie’s mother tried in vain to convince Alyssa but she kept repeating “Barbara, please…”

The girls were starting to get in line and Trixie saw that Olivia was looking around trying to find her, when she did, she was highly surprised.

Olivia looked stunning in that shimmering pink-peach dress, the sequins fell over and sparked whenever she moved, she had added some orange accents to her makeup and an orange lily flower on her hair –Trixie was sure she had seen that flower on a vase at the reception but she wasn’t going to discredit her resourcefulness.

“You look so beautiful…” Trixie admired.

“Thank you… But… where’s your dress? Why aren’t you ready?”

“I dropped out.” She confessed. “This competition wasn’t for me so go ahead and kill it as you did before.”

“Wait- Is this?” Alyssa announced the category. “This is the dress you were supposed to wear, isn’t it?”

“It’s okay… It looks amazing on you anyway.”

“Trixie, no… I can’t do it. I can’t accept it…” The girls started walking.

“Listen, Olivia. I have a very good reason to resign but you don’t. This is a gorgeous gown and one of us should wear it tonight… and I’m glad is you.”

Olivia pouted. “Trixie…”

“No tears… no tears… make me proud, okay?”

Olivia held Trixie’s hand until it was her turn and even then, she didn’t let go until her fingers slid from her hand.

To no one’s shock, Olivia nailed the interview round and she truly wore that gown as if it had been made specifically for her. Trixie’s mother kept grumbling on the back and tried to light up another cigarette in the close environment, finally, a guard escorted her out of the venue while she kept repeating do you know who I am? I’m Miss USA!

But Trixie only had eyes for Olivia and that flashing smile of hers…

When she walked out of the stage, she almost overthrew the blonde.

“Trixie! I think there’s a chance I might win this…”

“You’re going to win this.” She assured.

Trixie knew one or two things about pageants and the way the judges reacted to her was more than just good.

After Alyssa announced the top five and Olivia’s name was among them, she knew she was going to win.

“Ladies, gentlemen, folks… it’s time to announce the results of our pageant of Miss Teen Venus 2021… Could the finalists please step forward?”

Trixie had her fingers crossed.

“For the title of second runner-up we have… Miss Priyanka!”

Everyone cheered when the girl in the red gown waved at them, Priyanka was probably just happy that Alyssa caught her name… finally.

“Our first runner-up is… Miss Crystal!”

The red-haired girl that had won the audience over with her personality waved enthusiastically.

“And now… for the title of Miss Teen Venus… let’s welcome my daughter Tiara, the past winner of this pageant who’s ending her reign tonight.”

Trixie sometimes wondered if no one founded it weird that Alyssa’s daughter was named after an object that was so common across the pageant world when she was also… a pageant queen… maybe it was just her.

The soon-to-be-former Miss Teen Venus looked exquisite in a white gown with her big tiara and flower bouquet.

“And now… the moment we all been waiting for… the judges have made their decision… Our new Miss Teen Venus is…”

Drum roll…

“Miss Olivia Lux!”

Trixie cheered as loud as she could, the pageant theme song started playing –really? No one? It was basically a Dancing Queen rip-off…- and there were glitter and confetti canons… Olivia got her sash, her crown, and her flowers. She was now shedding tears of pure joy and the cameras were flashing almost as much as her smile.

She looked jubilant and Trixie was just happy to witness it.

She had to take pictures with her family, with the judges, with the former winner, with Alyssa… it took a good fifteen minutes before she could leave the stage with the hostess wrapping up the event and saying goodnight to everyone.

Trixie was still shaking behind the curtains when Olivia walked down the stage, she opened her hands to hug the winner but instead, Olivia cupped her face and planted a kiss on her lips. Trixie suddenly felt dizzy and that ninety percent of her body was turned into jelly.

“Sorry… I’ve been wanting to do that for a while… maybe it was rushed and without permission I-”

But before she knew it, Trixie was kissing her back.

“Congratulations… Miss Teen Venus.” She said, breathless.

Olivia grinned and looked at her with pure devotion in her eyes.

“I couldn’t have done it without you.”

“You deserve it.”

“This means I can go to the nationals now!” She wiggled with excitement.

“That’s right.”

“And do you know what it means?” She wrapped her arms around Trixie and pulled her closer again.

“That we’re going to meet again?”

She nodded, her crown almost fell out.

“And that next time… we’re going to compete for real.”

“I’d like that.”

“But until then… may I kiss you again?”

She didn’t need to hear the words to get the response to that question.

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[mrsamaroevans]

02 | EVERYTHING CHANGES

Fandom: Law & Order: SVU.

Pairing: Nick Amaro x Reader.

Words: 1,608.

Warnings: Mentions of domestic violence.

A/N: English is not my first language, so, sorry if there are grammar mistakes or if the redaction is poor. *Gif is not mine*

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“The Ice Cream Shop”

Two months after, you were at the doctor’s office fifteen minutes before, begging him to tell your husband the baby don’t let him see its sex.

“Is something happening at home, (Y/n)?” He asked you. The doctor was the same that you saw with your past pregnancy, and he was so nice and kind to you since the beginning.

“Nothing” you shook your head and went out of the office to wait for Sean.

Your doctor followed your instructions, well, kind of. He said it was too soon to know the sex of the baby and Sean seemed to be satisfied with that. You went to your apartment, nervous about what could happen, but Sean just went to your bedroom to sleep. He said he was tired.

The next day, you had something like a double date with a colleague of Sean and his wife. You went out to have lunch somewhere downtown and everything was jokes and laughter.

“(Y/n)?” A feminine voice got everyone’s attention.

“Mrs. Amaro,” you said a bit surprised “It’s been a long time” you looked for a second to your husband and his friends to excuse yourself and stood up to hug the woman in front of you “Look… this is my husband, Sean”

Sean smiled and extended his arm to greet her.

“Oh, you two make a cute couple,” She said smiling, but at the same time, she looked a bit disappointed “This is Zara, Nick’s kid”

You looked down and saw the little girl who was smiling at you and waving her hand “Hey, you’re so gorgeous” you said, touching her dark hair.

“Thanks,” Zara said, hugging her grandmother’s legs “I like your hair”

“Oh, thanks” you smiled.

“Honey, I’m so glad to see you’re okay,” Cesaria told you and looked at your husband “You got a good one”

“I know” Sean nodded, smiling for the show.

“I let you keep going with your lunch, say bye, Zara”

The kid smiled at you and waved her hand again before walking with her grandmother to an empty table.

“Who is she?” Sean asked, trying to sound casual.

“Cesaria, a friend of mom” you lied, grabbing your glass of water.

“I’ve never heard about her”

“Yeah, well… they had problems so they didn’t keep in touch, but she’s been nice to me since forever”

Sean nodded and then, they changed the subject.

A couple of minutes later, you saw Nick getting into the restaurant and walking to the table where his mom and daughter were waiting for him. You saw Cesaria talking to him and then, he looked in your direction.

You smiled and waved your hand, praying for him to not walk to you. Nick waved his hand back at you and sat in front of his mother.

“Who’s that?” Sean asked you when he saw what was happening.

“Nick, her son,” you said and added quickly: “He’s a cop. At least that’s the last thing I heard”

Sean never talked about Nick or Cesaria again, it was like that event never happened and to you, that was better.

Two weeks later, you were again at the supermarket. Your cart was filled with items, you even grabbed a baby outfit —You had been saving money to start to buy things for the baby— that was the cutest thing you ever saw.

“It seems that we always found each other here”

You laughed when you recognized Nick’s voice, and turned to look at him. His cart was as full as yours “Or in restaurants…” you said.

“There too” he nods.

“You shouldn’t be working?” You asked, looking now at all the pasta brands on the shelf.

“We closed a hard case, my Captain gave me a few days off… it’s been two weeks that I didn’t do my groceries, as you can see”

You smiled “And what are your plans for these days?” You asked, trivially.

“Spend most of my time with my daughter,” Nick said, “By the way, she was obsessed with you…”

“Really?” You turned to him, leaving some packages of pasta in your cart “I don’t see why”

“She said you were pretty, she even asked my mom to invite you to dinner so you could play dolls with her” Nick smiled again and grabbed a package of pasta as well.

“Your daughter is so cute” you pushed your cart to keep walking through the hall “But I don’t think your wife would like that”

“Divorced” he corrected you. He raised his left hand and you saw no ring in it.

“Oh, I’m sorry… I didn’t know”

“Of course you didn’t,” he said, not even giving it a lot of importance to the subject “How you’ve been?”

“Fine” you shrugged, not having a lot to share, then, you sighed “Sean’s family is coming to visit and I’m going insane”

“You sound like you loved them” Nick teased and you laughed.

“They’re nice just… I mean… c’mon! We live in an apartment of two bedrooms, there’s no space… it’s stressful every time they come here… they’re from Florida so they always are complaining about the weather”

“But the weather here is nice” Nick agreed with you.

“That’s what I say, but… anyways, I have a week full of my in-laws. It’s going to be lots of fun!” You rolled your eyes.

Nick chuckled and you laughed too. He looked at you and remembered the times when you used to be together. You were just teenagers, but your relationship was so mature that for a moment, he thought you were going to marry and spend the rest of your lifes together.

Then, the problems in your house with your mom and stepfather pushed you to make the decision to go to college in Florida where your biological father’s brother lived. You wanted to be as far away as possible of them and that was your solution.

Nick asked you to stay, that you both would find a better solution, that you could move in with him, and it wasn’t that you were not ready for a big step like that, the thing was, that it scared you.

What if you two broke up? What were you gonna do? You were not gonna take a risk like that.

“There’s an ice cream shop outside, do you have time to go and catch up?” Nick asked you and for a moment you didn’t know what to say.

Those few seconds when you laughed with him felt so nice. It’s been a long time since the last time you felt that way with Sean and you missed those times when you were not worried or expecting him to lose control.

You looked at your phone to see the hour. It was early. Sean usually came home at two p.m and if you stayed with Nick for an hour, you still had time to go home to make lunch.

“Sure”

In the ice cream shop, you both laughed remembering a bunch of stuff that happened back at high school. How one of your friends had a crush with Ms. Simmons and how nervous he was every time he had to talk to her.

“They all loved you,” Nick said when you were talking about the teachers “As students, we all pass for a teacher who hates us, but I think you were the exception”

“What can I say? I was charming” you batted your eyelashes and he laughed “But… c’mon, you were loved by most of the teachers… you were a sweetheart…”

“Well, yeah I just didn’t want to make you feel bad”

You gasped and threw a paper napkin at him as you laughed. “So arrogant!”

“So, you lived in Florida all this time?” Nick asked once your laughs eased.

You nodded “I got married too young and Sean had a good job in there, there was no smart reason to come here” you explained as you were playing with the spoon “Then, Sean got a job offer here. He thought it would be nice if I was closer to my family…”

“It was?” Nick asked, a bit surprised. The last thing he knew about you was that you were running from your toxic family, and Sean thought it was great to go back to them?

“Well, after John died, everything was better” you shrugged “My relationship with my mother… I think is way better than before”

“I’m happy to hear that,” Nick said, being as sincere as he could and smiling at you “And, do you have kids?”

“No” you shook your head. You didn’t say you were pregnant at the moment, and also, you didn’t mention that you had a miscarriage, and the truth is that you didn’t know why “And I know we have to hurry up…”

“I wasn’t gonna say anything” Nick shook his head now, and you looked at him.

“Sorry, a bunch of people tells me that,” you said and sighed to change the subject.

Nick told you about his job; when he started and, talked about his colleagues. For the way he talked about everything, you knew he loved his job and at the same time, he hated it.

You always knew he was going to work in something like that. Nick was really protective, mostly with women and kids because of his abusive father and you knew that every victim that walks through the station’s door, will have justice because he’s there for it.

That day, you went back to your apartment, cooked lunch for your husband as you did every day, he got drunk while watching the match, and you... you were daydreaming about the next time you'll see Nick.

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[champagne-bucky]

Black Magic

Summary: So you're a little crazy for Bucky Barnes. What’s so wrong with having a little crush?

Warnings: dark!reader X Bucky, dark themes, smut, dub/non con. 

Notes: Wanted to try out some dark! reader in this one shot. Hope you enjoy it my little devils. BTW, currently working on IOU part 6 as we speak!! Enjoy :)

Mrs. James Buchanan Barnes 

Mrs. Bucky Barnes 

Mrs. Barnes 

Bucky’s girl

Bucky’s baby 

Bucky, Bucky, Bucky

That man was on your mind every hour of everyday. It’s no secret that you’ve been pining after the metal armed soldier for a while now. You also weren’t exactly subtle in your attempts to get Bucky to notice you. Whether it was wearing the shortest shorts you could find or the tiniest bra that makes your tits pop, Bucky wasn’t biting your line. 

The team knew about your crush, hell even the man from the hot dog cart on the street knew about it. Everyone knows about your feelings towards Bucky, including Bucky. He thought it was cute at first. How you would doll yourself up a little more around him, he found it quite flattering that even after all he’s done in the past, someone can still manage to love him, but then you started being creepy. 

Soon it was more revealing outfits, wearing makeup around him all the time, you even went as far as wearing your best push-up bra to the gym to get his attention. As much as he liked it, it was getting to be too much, the team even agreed as well. 

“Maybe just tell her you don’t feel the same way?” Sam suggest over drinks at the bar with Bucky and Steve. 

“I can’t do that. It’ll break the poor kid’s heart.” Bucky felt guilty about letting you down easy. He tried having Natasha do it for him, but according to her you became very irrational and began lashing out. Of course you would, you knew Bucky Barnes loved you, he just didn’t realize it yet. 

“Why don’t you take her out on one date, Buck? Just one date and maybe she won’t bother you again?” Steve was trying his best to help his friend. He loved the both of you, but your obsession over Bucky was becoming too much and started affecting your work on the team. 

“I would, but I know she’s just gonna keep begging for more. I really don’t feel the same way about her. I like her, but as a friend. She’s becoming to clingy with me and it’s making me uncomfortable.” Bucky responds to both men. 

“I can have Tony talk to her if you’d like? You know he doesn’t tolerate this kind of behavior, especially borderline stalker-ish behavior.” Steve suggests. 

Okay, so you’ll admit, maybe you followed Bucky around town once, or twice (but who’s counting), and maybe Bucky caught you following him from afar. When he confronted you in front of everyone back at the compound you faked offense and said you were meeting a friend in town. Everyone knew you were lying. 

“It doesn’t matter what we do, she won’t stop. I don’t know maybe I’ll just talk to her. Maybe I’ll let her down easy and if she doesn’t back off I’ll tell Tony.” Bucky says as he takes another long sip of his beer. 

“Okay, but if you’re gonna do anything make sure it’s in a public place just incase you get kidnapped or murdered on site.” Sam quips. 

—

Back at the compound, you were helping Wanda put up decorations for the party Tony was throwing. You wanted to finish fast and shower, you just bought a new dress for tonight and wanted to make sure Bucky got a good look at you before he got drunk. Wanda scoffed as she was lining up bottles of fancy drinks. 

“You’re still on him?” Wanda was one of your best friends in the compound. As much as she loved you she was straight with you and kept telling you to give it up with Bucky. 

“Stop reading my mind Wanda! Listen it’s gonna happen tonight, I know it!” You were excited because you know tonight was going to be the night Bucky would ask you to dance, sweep you off the dance floor, and go back to to your room for some passionate love making, just like you envisioned for months. 

“You know I love you, but you need to move on from Bucky. It’s clear he doesn’t see you the same way. Why don’t we set you up with a new guy at the party tonight? I have a friend from S.H-“ 

“No,” you were quick to shoot her down, “I want Bucky and Bucky wants me.” You have her a cold glad before she shrugged and muttered something under her breath about you being delusional. 

—

Needless to say you looked stunning, no, ravishing. You couldn’t wait for Bucky to see you, you even put in extra effort into your hair and makeup. You were determined to get Bucky to notice you tonight. 

The party was boring, well to Bucky it was. He never understood why Tony liked throwing these things, he guesses it’s to schmooze the bigwigs that he’s friends with. All Bucky wanted to go is go back into his room, maybe watch a porn and jerk off, shower, and sleep, but then you came in. 

“Jesus Christ.” Bucky muttered under his breath. He’s awestruck by you. The dress it short, really short, your hair is done up, and all around you do look stunning. However, Bucky becomes slightly annoyed because he knows it’s all for him, which means you’ll be bugging him a lot tonight. 

“Hey, hey, Buckaroo, looks like your little girlfriend pulled out all her tricks tonight.” Sam approached Bucky with a shit eating grin on his face. 

“Fuck off Wilson. I’m gonna tell her tonight.” Bucky was watching you grab a drink and made your way over to Wanda.

“You know I can always talk to her, tell her to stop obsessing over you.” Natasha came up next to Bucky and was giving you a glare from across the room. You and her weren’t exactly the best of friends. Ever since you lashed out at her and called her a bitch and accusing her and taking Bucky from you, she’s disliked you ever since.

“Thanks Nat, but I can handle this.” You catch him watching you as you make your way to the dance floor and try to seduce him in. “Maybe after a few drinks.” Bucky grabs another drink from the bar.

— 

The party was going well. You were happy you got Bucky’s attention. He was taking in how great you looked. Anytime now he’ll make his way over here and take you back to your room. You saw Natasha sending evil glares your way, but you just ignored her and hung out with Wanda the whole night.

As the night progressed on, Bucky was getting drunker and you were getting antsier. Bucky was trying to work up the courage to talk to you, but he was afraid of breaking your heart. You on the other hand were so desperate that you began to make your way over to him. 

You saw him out on the balcony sharing another drink with Sam. What was that four beers now? You hoped he would sober up quick before the night ended. Right before you pushed the glass door fully open you heard Bucky speaking about you. 

“She’s just so goddamn obsessive over me, it’s becoming annoying.” Bucky groaned and Sam laughed. 

“She’s just got a little crush on you Buck. Why don’t you indulge in her and take her out? Maybe you’ll get lucky. You know what they say, the crazy ones know how to have a good time.” Sam was mocking you. It wasn’t “just a little crush”, you and Bucky were made for each other. 

“Hell no, if I take her out on a date she might kidnapped and force me to have babies with her.” The men laughed. “I wouldn’t put it past her either. Nat was telling me one night she walked passed her room and heard her fucking herself to that press conference I did back in June. What a fucking creep.” Your cheeks were red with embarrassment, tears welling up in your eyes. You turned away and ran back to your room, ignoring the stares the other guests at the party made to you. 

—

It had been a full week since the party and you refused to leave your room. Ever since the party you’ve been afraid to face your coworkers again. A creep, Bucky thought you were a creep. Wanda tried to coax you out of your room, but you were too embarrassed to face anyone. Instead, you had F.R.I.D.A.Y alert you when everyone was asleep, that’s when you would leave your room and eat.  

Currently, you were in the kitchen munching on some leftover chicken from tonight’s dinner. They were probably making fun of you, even Wanda. You wouldn’t put it past her to make fun of your supposedly creepy behavior to the team.  

While you were cleaning up the kitchen you heard the echo of footsteps coming down the hallway. Quickly, you hid near the pantry as you saw Bucky walking in. It took every fiber in your being to not jump out and talk to Bucky. What would you even say? Hey, sorry I’ve been apparently creeping on you, but its not my fault because you look goddamn gorgeous all the time and I’m pretty sure you and I were made for each other. Nah, that wouldn’t work.

Bucky looked around the kitchen looking for a midnight snack. He couldn’t sleep very well tonight. He felt guilty because Wanda told him that you heard what he and Sam were saying about you. He’s been trying to muster up the courage to talk to you, but he’s too humiliated with himself and what he did. Truth be told, he let you obsession go on for far to long. In the past, you’ve been very open towards Bucky about your feelings to him, and he was too chicken to reject you. Part of it was the flattery of something being able to love him and the other part was fear of breaking your poor innocent heart. 

He knows you were in the kitchen at some point. Bucky saw that the counter top had yet to be wiped down with a cleaning spray. He figured you were still in here but left as soon as you heard someone. Everyone knows you’ve been dodging them. They tried to get Wanda to get you out of your room, but you wouldn’t budge.

“Goddamn it there’s never any shit in this fridge.” Bucky exhaled loudly. He was stopping around the kitchen looking for something. 

You knew what it was. Gee, maybe you are a stalker. Every once in a while, Steve would make his famous iced tea, well, it was a second best next to his Ma’s. Bucky went on and on about it when he first moved in. Saying he missed her special ingredients and love that went into the delectable drink. You remember when he first told you the story, back when he didn’t think you were crazy, that was the day you vowed to be the perfect woman for Bucky Barnes. 

Bucky left in a huff, slamming the refrigerator for dramatic effect. When his footsteps faded away, you appeared from you hiding spot and finished cleaning up. Maybe you can try and make you own drink, as a peace offering for Bucky. It was crazy yeah, but you just wanted to put this little dilemma behind you. 

Try and be more normal around the man of your dreams. Make the person who thinks you are bad shit crazy think you are sane. Make everyone think your sane. If everyone believes you mellowed out, then they’ll all like you again. Maybe even Bucky will start to see he’s always liked you. It might take a little “thyme”, but you got just the right ingredients. 

—

“Oof this is some good shit!” Sam exclaimed.

“What are you drinking?” Clint asked as he saw Sam pour a second glass of some liquid.

“Not sure, Wanda said Y/N was practicing a family recipe and decided to leave her prototypes for us.”

“Gee, I hope crazy didn’t put poison in there.” Clint mused as he poured himself a drink.

“Oh please, if she was gonna poison anybody it would be Bucky. She wouldn’t even try and kill him. Just make his body go limp so she could fuck ‘em.” 

“Sam, you’re disgusting.” Steve shook his head and got up for the couch to pour himself a drink. “You’re right, this is good. Bucky come over here and try some.”

Bucky got up from the couch and hesitated to pour himself a glass. “I don’t know guys, what if she did poison it?”

“Would you calm down? She didn’t poison it. If she did, Sam would be dead by now.” Steve rolled his eyes and gave Bucky the drink.

It was good, it tasted a little familiar though. As the drink ran down his throat, he was hit with distinct memories of his Ma. Specifically his Ma making him and his sister the ice cold drinks on a hot summers day after they’ve been goofing around in the unbearably hot Brooklyn heat. Bucky was getting teary eyed while finishing the drink. He missed his Ma and his sister. How did you manage to craft this exact same drink?

“Buck, you okay?” Steve sounded concerned.

“Yeah, its just, it tastes like what my Ma made for Becca and I when we were kids.”

“Whoa, so you’re telling me you couldn’t remember how to make this, but Jeepers Creepers did?” Sam was going for another glass.

What was once a nostalgic moment for Bucky was replaced by stone cold anger. How did you know this recipe? This was a family recipe passed down by generations. Since Bucky had no living family members, it would be impossible for someone to know this recipe, and give you it in the process. Bucky didn’t say another word as he stomped down the hallway to your room. He was infuriated to say the least. Your behavior was becoming out of hand and Bucky was determined to put a stop to it. Today.

—

You waited patiently in your room. It was almost time for Bucky to come barreling in here pissed as hell. Then you heard the pounding on your door. You braced yourself as you slowly walked up to it, opening it a little, but then Bucky barged in.

“I’ve tried to be nice to you. I’ve tried to give you the benefit of the doubt. I’ve also tried to get you to see that I don’t want a relationship with you, but what do you do? You keep fucking showing up around me and trying to fucking seduce me.” He was angry. Boy, you really didn’t like where this was going. Soon enough it’ll change. 

“Why don’t you get it? I. Don’t. Like. You. Sure, you’re not a bad friend, but I don’t see you as a girlfriend, and I never will. I mean, how to fuck did you even manage to know my Ma’s iced tea recipe? What you do, have Banner build you a time machine and went back and ask her? You’re fucking sick Y/N, an absolute nut.” You stayed quiet the whole time. Sure, his words stung, but he didn’t mean it. The Bucky you love was slowly coming to, you could see it.

He began to ramble and ramble while you just stood there. You saw something in his eyes, a flash of horror, then confusion, then denial, some anger, then acceptance. He was showing his love for you. You could tell by the red in his cheeks and the hardening length in his pants becoming more prominent.

“If I’m so nuts, then why are you turned on by it right now?” You stalked over to Bucky. You hands came into contact with his sweatpants, lightly tracing over the member.  

“W-what did you do?” 

“Oh, nothing, just a little something my Momma taught me back in the day. She said that if any of the kids were mean to you at school, then give ‘em a sip of that secret potion I showed you. Then they’ll all love you.”

“A-are you a witch?’ Bucky couldn’t move his body to stop you from undoing the string on his sweats. You didn’t answer him.

“Please, c’mon don’t do this. You don’t have to. Listen, I’ll take you out, show you the town. I wanna show off a pretty dame like you, then make love you on my bed.” Bucky was shocked by his own words. Make love? He didn’t want to have sex with you, not by a long shot.

“Oh Bucky, you don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to hear those words. Come, sit on my bed. We’ve got some work to do don’t we?” Bucky wasn’t in control of his body anymore, you were. It was like HYDRA all over again.

He made his way to the bed, sweats now around his ankles. He mentally cursed himself for skipping boxers today, he really needs to start doing laundry for often. You began to strip off his shirt and took off your clothes as well. 

“P-please, please don’t.” Bucky begged.

“Oh honey, I love it when you beg for me.” You began to stroke his cock and he couldn’t deny that it felt amazing. 

Teasingly, you gripped his length up and down, extracting those delicious moans from your soulmate. His face was contorting wildly. Half of him wanted to touch you and the other half wanted to knock your lights out for what you’ve done to him. Did the other team mates get affected by this? Would they be joining you and him later on. Bucky was too deep in thought and didn’t even realize that you’ve begun to put your mouth around his cock. 

Bucky was a moaning mess and you were dripping for him. You picked up your pace and sucked him off hard. Only a few more sucks and he’d be cumming down your throat. He was getting close you could tell. 

“Baby, please.” Baby? What the shit was Bucky thinking. You weren’t his baby.

“Lay down for me honey, let me ride this pretty cock.” Bucky moaned again and his body began to lay back on your bed sheets. 

You got up off the floor and position yourself in between his cock. Tall, thick, and damn near impressive. You lowered yourself down and both you and Bucky let out a hiss in pleasure. You rocked your hips back and forth a little, teasing both him and yourself a bit. 

“Alright I’ve had enough of this.” You began to bounce on him. Bucky couldn’t breath properly. You were so skilled at this. How? He’s only ever heard you’ve been with one other guy, and that was years ago.

“Such a good boy taking this tight pussy. You gonna come for me baby boy?” Bucky nearly lost it when he heard you say that. You weren’t awful at sex by any means, and damn did you have your dirty talk down pat.

“C’mon baby boy, paint my walls. Want you to cum inside me baby. Wanna feel you dripping out of me.” Your breasts were flying as you bounced more and more and Bucky snapped. He couldn’t control it as much as he thought he could. He came inside you. You stayed on him for a bit and then moved off of him when you felt him getting soft.

“That was amazing baby boy. See, I knew you’d come around eventually.” You began to get dressed again. Bucky was slowly coming to. 

“What did you do to me?”

“Just a little something Momma taught me. I don’t know what your Ma’s recipe it Bucky. The potion just made it seem that way to you. The others won’t be feeling like you did.” You pulled on your socks and made your way to the bathroom to grab a wash cloth for Bucky. It’s true, hit won’t affect the others, the potion was only meant for Bucky. I mean, you had to put that lock of hair to use ever since you snagged a piece of it after he got it cut. Better you used it on something useful.

“You’re a fucking monster.” Bucky still couldn’t move. “Why did you do that?”

You ignored him and began to fold his clothes. “You should regain feeling of your body in about an hour or so. Don’t think about trying to tell your buddies out there what happened. Made sure the potion fabricated their memories a bit. Over this last hour or so, you’ve been bumming around with Sam on the PS4. Everyone “saw” it happen.” 

“Fuck you. I’ll make you pay for this.” Bucky was being belligerent again, You simply ignored him and walked towards the door, pausing and looking back at him.

“And by the way Bucky boy, I’m not ready for babies.” You smirked develishy and left the room.

[mrs-i-have-too-many-biases]

Yandere!Stray Kids going to the mall with their S/O

If you don’t know what ‘Yandere’ is click here or here.

Scenario: Yandere!Stray kids go with their S/O out to shop.

Genre: Fluff/ angst

Pairing: Reader X Stray Kids

Warning: Possesive and Obsessive themes! Do not read if uncomfortable!

Author’s note: This is pure fiction, nothing it based on real life or how the boys are in real life. And this is my first time trying this so bear with me.

(It's probably not going to be as extreme as the other yandere scenarios I saw online.)

This is for entertainment purposes only!

Chan:

You two were out to the mall. It might had been two months since you had been outside. Your boyfriend told you that it was dangerous outside and that if you’d go outside without him you’d get hurt. And you believed him, why wouldn’t you? You couldn’t see a reason why your beloved boyfriend would be lying to you.

Chan knew that you had an innocent mindset and he took advantage of it. You were walking hand in hand through the mall where he had taken you to. He had spoiled you with many gifts and clothes, so you wouldn’t had to leave the house for another couple of months. As the two of you were walking around, something had caught your eye in the store. At that moment your boyfriend had let go of your hand to look for something in his bag, whilst he kept on going.

“Baby, would you like something to eat- baby? Y/n!” He yells in panic when he noticed that you were gone. His head almost made a 360 degree turn as he kept looking around for you.

‘What if she’s gone? She wouldn’t run away from me right? Did she act innocent to trick me- no she wouldn’t. She loves me. She loves me, only me.’ Chan said to himself aloud.

He ran around for a little bit longer and he sighed in relief when he saw you staring at something in the display. He tried to hold back any unnecessary feelings.

You yelped in surprise when Chan had pushed you against the window, making you look at him. “Were you trying to run off doll?” He asks in a low voice. “You know I don’t like it when you talk to other people angel. You know how much I hate it.” He gritted through his teeth.

“I’m sorry Channie. I saw this cute necklace.” You smiled brightly as you showed him the necklace your eyes had caught. Chan’s heart melted. He couldn’t stay mad at you.

You obeyed his rules: you didn’t talk to anybody. And he was relieved you didn’t ran away from him. You were his innocent angel. And he was ready to spoil you.

Because he loves you that much.

Woojin:

You went with your boyfriend Woojin out on your weekly date. This week he took you to the mall, just a relaxed date where the two of you would eat some delicious food and catch a movie. Even though you two wouldn’t see much of it, because Woojin would intend a make out session throughout the movie.

You two were walking around and somehow,he had lost you. He didn’t care when he screamed your name loudly. His brain was panicking, his heart was racing and his body was raging with anger. When he had found you he didn’t even bother dragging you somewhere private when he scolded you.

You ran away from him.

You needed to be punished.

“I ask you one thing! And it’s to never leave my side! Yet here we are! This date is over, we’re going home.” He had you trapped in between his hands as he held you by the shoulders.

“Woojin, I’m-”

“Maybe I should tie you up to keep you close to me. You know that I love you right?” He whispered harshly into your ear before he dragged you home.

Minho:

Your boyfriend was amazing. He loves to spoil you, he came home with presents for you everyday. He kissed you every second he could. He wanted to touch you, to hold you. You were his and only his.

When the two of you were going to the mall he made his rules and his intentions very clear.

“When we get there, you’ll hold my hand. You never let go, understood? If I ever lose you out of sight, if you even try to run away from me. I think I’ll have to visit your little family. You wouldn’t want anything bad to happen to them right? That’s right, that’s my good baby. I know you won’t run off, you love me too much. Just like I love you.

You love me. Right, Angel? I need you to say it.”

"I-I love you."

" That's a good Angel. Oh, I love you."

Changbin:

Changbin had a gut feeling that something would happen when he’d take you to the mall. He was scared you’d run off and his worst nightmare came true. He had turned around for maybe two seconds and you were gone.

He saw you running in the distance and he smiled to himself. ‘Awh, my baby wants to play a game. Well two can play that game.’

He ran after you, yelling playfully making it seem like it was a joke you two did as a couple. He didn’t wanted to make a scene, he was too scared people would take you away from him. Nobody could love you beter than him. You were his and his only.

When he had caught up on you he dragged you to his car. He had tied you carefully in the front seat before he started to drive the two of you home.

“You know that I love you so much, right baby? I couldn’t imagine a life without you. You’re mine. I knew you were playing when you ran off. But you scared me, you deserve a punishment baby.” He said with a sickening smile.

“Tell me you love me. I know you do.”

Hyunjin:

‘You’re okay Hyunjin, there’s nothing wrong. It’s okay. She loves you. Why wouldn’t she? You love her too.’ Hyunjin thought to himself as you two walked through a store in the mall where he had taken you to. Hyunjin knew you hated it when he made a scene when he was jealous or showing any signs of unnecessary behaviour.

He remember the last time he made a scene in public, you didn’t talk to him for two days straight. And he cried his eyes out and begged for your love. He was so scared those days, because he thought you’d leave him.

And you couldn’t leave him.

You’re his and he’s yours.

Nobody could love you like he could.

When you took too long in the store, he had thrown you over his shoulder, not caring you hadn’t changed back to your own clothes yet. He paid, too much money, for the clothes as he threw the money on the counter. People were looking at you, they knew how stunning you were.

And Hyunjin hated it.

You squealed as he dragged you throughout the mall to your car. He had thrown the clothes in the backseat before he had pushed you against the car doors. You couldn’t even protest, he had his lips already crashed on yours.

“Did you do that on purpose? Making all those man looking at you? You looked so good Angel. But you’ve been bad. You’re mine remember. I should’ve made you worn that pretty necklace, the one with my name on it. Then everybody would know you’re mine, only mine.”

Jisung:

Jisung hated it.

You kept begging him to go on a date in the mall. A relaxed date where the two of you would just hang out together.

And before Jisung knew it, you were at the mall. He didn’t know how or when you managed to convince him, but as soon as you stepped into the mall, he regretted coming there. Everybody was looking at you. You looked too stunning and he hated that people also seemed to notice.

When he saw you smiling at a guy who was staring at you his head went all over the place.

‘Did she know him? Is she secretly dating him behind my back- no. She wouldn’t do that, right? She’s mine. Who does he think he is? Looking at her like he has a chance.’

You had whipped your head around when you heard somebody groaning in pain, it was the guy who received your smile who wasn’t Jisung. Jisung was too busy punching the guy to hear your cries for him to stop. And when you finally dragged him off the beaten boy, Jisung had dragged you back to the car, leaving him to bleed.

“This is all your fault.” He hissed to you.

“No, that’s not true.” You whispered back, hurt by his words.

“Baby please-” “No, they’ll try to take you away from me! You’re mine!” Jisung would yell as he storms down the stairs of your shared house. “They won’t! And besides, it would be so much fun!” You would whine.

“If you didn’t beg to come to this place, I wouldn’t had to beat that fucking bastard up. But don’t you worry baby, your disobedient acts will be punished at home. You asked for this to happen. But I love you baby. I could only love you so much. You’re mine. Only mine. And don’t you worry about him, I’ll handle him off, as part of your punishment baby.”

Felix:

Unlike the others, he loved showing you off. He wanted everybody to know you were his and he didn’t care who was watching.

You were at the moment on your weekly visit to the mall, looking for an outfit for your weekly date. Felix was spoiling you a lot so he loved taking you shopping. He was waiting for you to come out with your new outfit and when you did. He couldn’t take his eyes off you.

Felix got a kick out of the feeling that people saw you as (his) eye-candy. His jealousy often got the best of him and he’d take you by the waist and start a make-out session in the middle of the store. He wanted to let everybody know you were taken by him.

You would be blushing and stuttering as he kissed your neck, marking you as his.

You’d slap his chest playfully before you went into the fittingsroom again. Felix gave you a sweet smile, but his gaze changed within a millisecond when he looked around him, glaring at all the guys who noticed the two of you making out. The death stare was the first warning.

“She’s mine, only fucking mine prick.” Felix would growl in his deep voice. Before you came out again, putting his sweet smile back on, like nothing happened.

Seungmin:

“Can’t you just shop online? It’s dangerous outside there darling.” Seungmin would say.

“But I want to go on a date with you. A really cute one! We would hold hands and we can eat delicious food- maybe we could get some matching items! I love those!” And after you said that, he was sold.

Showing you off as his, without even trying.

That was the dream.

After your first trip to the mall he had bought an entire collection of what seemed to be couple items. He’d make you wear the items, otherwise he’d go mad.

“What do you mean you don’t want to wear it? Don’t you want other guys to know you’re mine? Do want to go date somebody else? Because darling, you and I both know that ain’t going to happen.”

“No, Seungmin. That’s not what I meant-”

“Shut up. If you’re trying to hurt me, you should try harder. You’re little game wasn’t going to work anyway. Maybe we should stay home instead. I’ll tie you up and I’ll lay you next to me, so you can’t leave. Wouldn’t that be nice? It wouldn’t even be a punishment! That’s how much I love you! I forgive you baby. Remember you’re mine and mine only.”

Jeongin:

He was scared. He was scared on not only losing you, yet he took you to a mall. A place where there were hundreds of people walking around. He held your hand so tightly he had apologised when you winced in pain. He wouldn’t want to leave your side for a minute.

You had to go to the bathroom? He was coming with you. You wanted to try on new clothes? He was coming with you. He didn’t wanted you to be alone.

Anyone could be slipping in between the two of you and he didn’t wanted that to happen.

You had noticed his anxious and possessive behaviour. You didn’t think much of it and kisses his lips every now and then. And he loved you for that. You were his innocent little Angel, who couldn’t do no wrong.

You loved him and only him.

You’re his. And he'd keep you as his and his only, no matter what.

Gifs aren’t mine.

I hope liked it.

If you have any Yandere reaction ideas you could send them! It will take a long time since I'm slow in updating.❤ I don't do like special requests and I'll put the ideas on a to do list🤗

I do not write smut!

@klynvan

[no-no-no-ahhhh]

I'm having bad anxiety so I'm just going to answer these questions rn

Okay so when having anxiety I over think and I barely have any friends so I thought if using these questions to keep my mind off things and it kinda works it's also why some are long because I'm trying my best to think about other things then my stress. Maybe some of yall can try this if you want. Could help idk

Questions belong to @tr33-g1rl

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans?

Soda cans

2. chocolate bars or lollipops?

I LOVE chocolate bro

3. bubblegum or cotton candy?

Cotton candy because let's all be honest bubble gum doesn't even tast good so that just leaves texture and cotton candy dissolves abs you could always have normal gum

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you?

Some would say nice hard working smart and dyslexic but that's what they say not actually think

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups?

I've never really had the soda bottles but for now Ig soda cans because I feel like it keeps it fresher then the plastic and plastic is bad

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear?

Umm out of all these ig tomboy my style that I try to go for more rn is kinda like bille eyelash baddie style

7. earbuds or headphones?

Def earbuds cuz headphones if left on too long start hurting and squeezing my head

8. movies or tv shows?

TV shows 100% I cant consum media for long (my anxiety)so cartoons are the best for me because they're usually 11 minutes and light hearted

9. favorite smell in the summer?

Hmm this is good question in my head summer looks so good ahh but I've never really had a sent for it cuz the past few years I've been in my room but I love the sun oh and you know when your about to go in the pool and you can smell the Clorox mixed with the sun block and that smell just smells like a soft nice energy and there is this one tropical sent havent really smelt it in years I remember the one time I got to smell it was in middle school in the girls locker room so ig it was a perfume idk if it was really associated with summer or it was just tropical perfume my mom could spray on anytime of the year

10. game you were best at in p.e.?

Lol none I hated p.e I was also pretty tall at the time so people expected me to play but I just wanted to hide in the corner

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day?

Well I don't really like breakfast that much I think food in the morning makes me nauseous but I have to eat it cuz I can't eat school lunch food cuz that shit is nasty but breakfast school food is 😉 so I usually get banana bread and good ass duch chocolate milk

12. name of your favorite playlist?

Por Vida is one of my favorite albums if that counts

13. lanyard or key ring?

I hate things being around my neck so key ring

14. favorite non-chocolate candy?

Mexican candy

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment?

The outsiders

16. most comfortable position to sit in?

Your butt relaxing ig and not hunched over idk how some people do their work not hunched over like how do you see what your working on

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes?

These white Adidas with 3 halo strips and tan boots

18. ideal weather?

To wear you can soak in the sun but not have it burn you right when you go outside and kinda breezy not a fan of the cold and whatever weather that isn't effected by global warming is the best

19. sleeping position?

I always try not to sleep on my back cuz then they say that the demons come for you

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)?

I have a lot of journals and books to write

21. obsession from childhood?

My little pet shops, barbies, fnaf, teen titans, monster high dolls, beanie babes, never brats or the ever after high dolls cuz I had a fear of big heads as a kid

22. role model?

Em their are not many people to look up to these days but Quenlin Blackwell is even though she struggles with depression and seasonal depression she still is a qween love her

23. strange habits?

24. favorite crystal?

Hmm maybe amethyst one of the only ones I have

25. first song you remember hearing?

No idea

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather?

Be in the sun

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather?

Not have the seasonal depression come for me

38. lemonade or tea?

Lemonade bro tea is kinda weak and for BrItish blocks , but today I did have a bunch of lemons and they got me sick cuz I dont have a healthy balanced diet if anybody knows simple healthy recipes that have little to no cooking pls share

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie?

I've never actually have had lemon pie but I have been thinking about making pie. I've had peacon pie and water burger apple pie and McDonald's apple pie and I think another fast food pie but I can't remember the flavor. I know the other flavor exist because my mom order a different pie flavor from me once and she said we can both try each others. Maybe it was lemon. I think lemon tast is quit forgettable thow idk I always put other things on my lemon and lemonade has all that sugar and speaking of Britain I think they carbonate their lemons . But I think I've only had lemon cake 2 times , so if the cake

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school?

School is lame and that's on period pooh

41. last person you texted?

Umm this girl I barely know and I'm going to leave it at that cuz this story makes me kinda sad and worried and I'm answering these questions to avoid that

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets?

Hmm good question , I think jacket because they are bigger and girl Jean's have the pockets different to make the booty look better and sometimes that leads to uncomfortable pockets and front pockets barely exit for girls and jackets sometimes have those secret pockets only you have assess too like the ones on the inside and jacket pockets are bigger

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket?

1. hoodies are good for when you dont have a bra on and they come with one BIG pocket and you dont need to worry about a shirt

2. Leather jackets are for cool kidz and carry a nice vibe and still thick enough to keep you warm , but you can't really get them wet I think so you can't wash em , but they can come with cool designs on the back but their better fitted on perfectly on a person and if you grow they just look odd on you then you have to buy another and that's not fun

3.Bomber jacket , it's a whole style but one I try to pull of but just cant do it well

4.Cardigans kinda umm not a fan but good if your wearing a dress that's shows your shoulders and you are insecure about that being shown. Remember when somewhere in the 2000s they told us that cardigans where so easy to put on and throw more into your outfit so people bought quit a few. I do

5.I feel like jeans jackets aren't warm enough maybe their more for the summer?

44. favorite scent for soap?

Hmm maybe something tropical or just those cool lavender ones that have oats that's cool I like oats in my soap

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero?

I hate sci-fi uhhhg and super hero kinda ties in with that so fantasy and when reading fan fic just sweet simple domestic fluff

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in?

Hmm not sure but the shirt has to be soft. I only experience soft shirts like that few times in my life

47. favorite type of cheese?

Mexican cheese and blue cheese uhg and mozzarella with that crust, yum🤤

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be? Errrum maybe a watermelon cuz they are very hydrated. Oh and watermelon with the big black seeds is better then that soul less watermelon

49. what saying or quote do you live by?

None dawg I really need to find one but I do have a lot written down In a book

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have?

Omg my aunt had some funny looking ass dogs I couldn't stop laughing. One of her dogs hate me tho now

51. current stresses? I dont want to talk about it cuz I dont want to worry but I was crying for more then 6 hours probably 8 when I think about it and then today as well and it's so bad I'm not even going to school

52. favorite font? I like the one kali uchis uses in one of her albums I think it's called fairy tell or something

53. what is the current state of your hands?pretty dry cuz I wash them alot and kinda long nails cuz of genetics

54. what did you learn from your first job?

I havent had a first job

55. favorite fairy tale?

Hmmm something with the tooth fairy

56. favorite tradition?

Idk holidays cuz I get school off

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome?

Depression and I would say anxiety but no

58. four talents you’re proud of having?

I dont have any talents

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be?

Uuuuyg idk too stressed to really think that I dont even know what type of video game I would be in

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be?

nothing stressful maybe something calm like a farm anime, some light magic, pokemon things like that

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.?

I was never ment to live life like a sim - megan the stallion

62. seven characters you relate to?

Anybody with anxiety, kinda pearl from Steven universe, the nerdy part of dipper from gravity falls , Roman from sander sides if virgil too sense he has anxiety okay and that's all I can think of I think early I said I dont really watch media or stuff so yeah

63. five songs that would play in your club?

Gosolina kali uchis songs and bank account that's all I can think about rn

64. favorite website from your childhood?64. favorite website from your childhood?

Y8 brooo oh and there was Disney or Nickelodeon websites you know that show with the hands and they had the googly eyes they had a g as new for that loved it and for Disney they had zack and cody games on their website and it's not a website but the one thing on windows that would work without wifi you know and you could make cakes and give them faces and try matching the cards

65. any permanent scars?

One time a cat scratched me more the like 8 years ago and I can still faintly see the mark

66. favorite flower(s)?

The one that grows on the cactus

67. good luck charms?

I know a rabbits foot is one and 4 leaf clovers,and markipliers flannel. I sadly dont have any personal good luck charms

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried?

I don't want to talk about bad foods rn cut the cameras

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned?

idk I think I can vaguely remember every facts orgin that I know

70. left or right handed?

Basic right handed but my dad used to be left but then the school forced him to be right

71. least favorite pattern?

Anything 80s uhg that shit is disgusting and terrifying

72. worst subject?

Chemistry but I just got out of that so that's fun

73. favorite weird flavor combo?

People day hot cheetos and sour cream is odd but I like it . I would wat some rn but I think I got sick cuz of my poor diet so I'm not. Someone pls suggested simple easy foods for your girl who can cook

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen?

1 I am big baby

75. when did you lose your first tooth?

I dont know

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)?

Tater tots are good and fries

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill?

Idk no green thumb

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store?

Idk ig coffee

80. earth tones or jewel tones?

Jewel tones

81. fireflies or lightning bugs?

Theirs a difference?

82. pc or console?

Console it's just simpler

83. writing or drawing?

Uhhheg ig drawing I'm bad at grammar

84. podcasts or talk radio?

Podcast, podcast are just more plans out then talk radio and talk radio is a morning thing and I'm not the biggest fan of mornings

85. fairy tales or mythology?

Fairy tales mythology kinda ruff ya know

86. cookies or cupcakes?

Cookies their just more sturdy and their is always normal cake

87. your greatest fear?

Tooo many things and I'm having an anxiety attack right now so like no

88. your greatest wish?

Well it's cute and all idk to live peacefully is one part the other parts a secret for now

X.o.x.o gossip girl ya know ya love me

89. who would you put before everyone else?

Umm maybe myself Idk

90. luckiest mistake?

One time my mom ordered a foam sord for my brother and a real one came. It was some anime sword

91. boxes or bags?

Bags cuz they look cute and you can take em every where with you. Disposable I would have to say boxes tho because its less damaging to the environment

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights?

Sunlight is so warm and it fills something inside of me makes me feel cozy

Lamps are great for when sleeping and your scared of the dark

Fairy lights are cute but are they neccessary

Overhead lights are good for when you just need light in your life

Am I the only one who gets sad and sometimes cant clean if it's dark in the house?

94. favorite season?

Summer I think. I know it's harder for me to function in the winter cuz depression but then summer is anxiety sometimes ya know

95. favorite app on your phone?

Littetly no idea I don't really love/like the things on my phone if their more distractions or time wasters but I do love how I can search up useful things on YouTube to try to calm down my anxiety and I was definitely not a fan of tumblr at all but I kind have made it my safe place a bit

96. desktop background?

Well the computers my dad's so it has deadpool on i

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized?

Barely 2 ,I am kinda a dummy sorry unggv

98. favorite historical era?

Well idk heehaww cowboys?

[the-citrus-scale]

Cosplayer Interview: ariellemarshig

If you want a cosplayer who specializes in the most fluffy and adorable characters, look no further than @ariellemarshig. Her Disney-heavy repertoire includes all of your favorite princesses, including a mermaid, and her Sarah Sanderson is also to die for. Check out her page for tons of great pictures of a huge roster of cosplays. You might also run into her in any fandom theme park, if you’re lucky!

How did you first start cosplaying?

I have loved dressing up in costumes for as long as I can remember. I did theater in high school and had an extensive 'dress up' collection. I got introduced into the cosplay community when I graduated college and was encouraged by a coworker to join a local princess party company: A Characteristic Attitude. There I met tons of people who shared the same love of various fandoms such as Disney, Harry Potter, etc. and we started going to conventions together.  

Your costumes look so amazing! Do you buy pieces, make pieces, or both?

Both! It is a combination of purchased items and made items. I am personally not very savvy in making things and I am lucky to have much more talented friends who help me make the costumes come to life.  

We love your Sarah Sanderson cosplay since Hocus Pocus is one of our favorite movies. Why did you decide on this Sanderson sister? Do you have plans to ever cosplay the others?

Sarah has always been my favorite Sanderson sister since I saw the movie when I was young. I just love her bubbly, silly, personality, while still being pretty sinister. I, personally, don't plan on doing the others, however, one of my best friends @erin_elayne has an AMAZING Winifred Sanderson cosplay that I would love to do a collab photoshoot with.  

Talk to us about hair. How much work does it take to get yours into all the styles we see on your cosplays? Do you use wigs or extensions or have a professional stylist?

I have always felt that a wig can make or break a cosplay. I, typically, will get a cheap (preferably lace front) base off of Amazon, then my super talented friends @erin_elayne or @amariebauer will style it into the beautiful creations that you see.  

Your Ariel and Jasmine costumes are particularly awesome. How did you go about choosing which design to buy or make?

The costumes posted on my page are a combination of my personal cosplays and pieces from the princess party company I work for: A Characteristic Attitude.  My most recent Jasmine Cosplay that I debuted at the D23 Expo is based off the Signature Jasmine Doll. I love the dark blue color and the peacock details that it has. It has the essence of the classic costume from the movie while also being unique. The base was purchased off a Facebook cosplay resale group and then my friend @eclectic_eccentric brought it to life.  

We got together and came up with how we wanted it to look and she made it real. The Ariel costumes I have posted are from the princess party company, but my own personal mermaid cosplay is Mermaid Cypress. The beautiful tail was designed by @erin_elayne and made real by Merrow Fins. I have always wanted to have my own silicone mermaid tail and I am so happy that I finally have one to add some realism to my costume.  

How do you choose which characters to cosplay?

I cosplay the characters that I love. Jasmine and Belle are my particular favorites to do as I associate my personality with them the most. Harley Quinn is my favorite non-Disney cosplay to do. I am a Psychiatric Mental Health Nurse Practitioner in real life so I love that Harley was a Psychiatrist. I also have an obsession with mermaids, so I love doing Ariel or my own mermaid creation. 

What advice do you have for anyone who wants to start cosplaying?

Just go for it! You don’t need to spend hundreds of dollars on a costume to look amazing and have a great time. It is all about how you wear it and the confidence that you present. Everyone starts somewhere.  

It looks like you went to D23 this year and cosplayed there. What was that experience like?

It was completely magical. This was actually my second D23 Expo I have attended. The amount of creativity that people put into their cosplays for this expo is mind-blowing. I got to go with two of my best friends and we debuted our Bimbette group costume from Beauty and the Beast. We even made it on Buzzfeed for this cosplay! I think that was my favorite cosplay I have ever done.  

How many theme parks have you been to? Which was your favorite one and why?

I am a theme park junkie. Outside of Disney, I have been to Universal Studios in Florida and SeaWorld in California. My favorite theme parks are, of course, the Disney ones. My bucket list is to go to all of the Disney parks in the entire world! I have currently been to Disney World, Disneyland/California Adventure, Euro Disney in Paris, and Tokyo Disneyland/Tokyo Disney Sea. I just need to add the Shanghai Disney and Hong Kong Disney parks to my list.  

My favorite, by far, was Tokyo Disney Sea. Everything there was larger than life and more immersive than any other Disney park I have experienced. It has an entire Little Mermaid land that my mom had to literally drag me out of. The treats and merchandise are also on a whole other level. Disneybounding at the parks is also so much fun. I love putting together different outfits in preparation for my trips. I recently did a Jasmine and Belle Disneybound in California and a Jasmine and Ariel Disneybound in Florida. 

What message do you hope people take away about cosplay after seeing your page or meeting you when you’re cosplaying?

Just do what you love and don’t worry about what other people will think.  The cosplay community as a whole has been very welcoming and it is so cool to be around like-minded people who love fandoms as much as you do.

[maroonskies]

rep room - 7/28/18 - gillette stadium

ok ladies i guess it’s time for my rep room story! sorry it’s taken me so long.. i’ve been really overwhelmed with everything and just like … how is this real ya know. i’ll put everything under a read more but please enjoy these polaroids from rep room hehe. love u @taylorswift

so i guess i’ll start from saturday morning.. i had just woken up and i was visiting with king oliver (lejla @iknowplacesclean and liana’s @cuzustilldontknowwhatineversaid rabbit) when meg @stolenkissesprettyliies literally just.. kicked my foot sjkdfjs. she told me to come into the kitchen and she was like “we’re meeting taylor.” all i could say was “are you serious? are you kidding?” and then i just like started crying bc i’m dramatic. like?? she wanted to bring me with her?? what kind of angel?? i was pretty much in shock for the rest of the day tbh

i’m just gonna skip to rep room now hehe. so as we were walking back to get our wristbands i spotted dana @befearlessandstaybeautiful who literally had no idea what was happening and it was the funniest moment of my life. so we got our wristbands and finally it was time to go backstage!! we walked in and they made us put all of our belongings on a table and we were able to give taylor nation any gifts/letters we had for taylor. i had ordered a pack of worry dolls to give to her last week just in case something like this would happen and like IT DID WIG. meg and i kept one for each of us and gave the rest to her along with a few letters!

so we walk in to rep room and the first thing we see are the iconic outfits from various music vids. i took a pic with the delicate dress (as you can see in one of the polaroids). and then you see the arch that says rep room and it’s like this is actually happening this is real life. so we walk a little further and we see the throne and the couches and iconic pillows and the posters on the wall and the bench in the middle of the room with freaking snakes wrapping around it and i almost died i’m not kidding. we see the polaroid cameras and pick one up but no one else did bc they were scared we would get in trouble so i put that down REAL fast. turns out we were allowed to use them anyway lmaooo. so we took a bunch of pics and took some for queen em @ninetay89 (who is a literal angel and i’m so glad we got to do this together). then TN tells us we need to line up and the m&g’s started.

we were like.. 5th or 6th in line i think and while you’re standing there you can hear taylor and see her when they open the curtains to let people in and let me tell you … i’ve never felt more nauseous in my entire life. it was finally our turn.. we walk in and meg says “hi i’m megan” and taylor’s literally like “i know i picked you last night, i saw your airport selfie” like who is she.. then i introduce myself and tell her i love her and hug her and she’s like “i’m so glad you guys are here.” me too bicth the fuck?

i’m gonna like summarize the LWYMMD convo because I can’t remember all of it and megan told it better anyway so HERE is a link to her iconic rep room story. but basically we were talking about the snake situation and how people are like “why is she so obsessed with the snake thing, she’s taking it too far” and taylor, i kid you not, literally screamed “YOU WERE THE ONES THAT TWEETED IT OVER AND OVER AGAIN” while acting like she was typing on a phone and then said “you’re just mad because it doesn’t bother me anymore” like … my fucking queen. it’s important to note that meg’s story started with her talking about throwing up and at this point i looked at taylor and was like “i’m surprised i’m not throwing up right now” and she laughed and was like “oh my god no you’ve done so well” i can’t breathe

when we were done screaming about lwymmd she turned to me and i immediately started tearing up bc i’m soft. so i grabbed her arm and i was telling her about my anxiety and how bad it’s been for the past year (shoutout to meg for literally latching on to me to comfort me). she grabbed my shoulder and was like “i’m so sorry” in the most genuine way possible and i absolutely melted. i was telling her about how my anxiety was at its worst when the delicate music video came out and how it made my heart happy (like i actually said those words who am i) and how i’m glad that she’s so happy. so after i was done she was like “i’m so glad you’re here! small steps lead to big steps! you’re gonna in a stadium full of people soon and it’s great that you’re here i’m so proud of you” and at that point i’m pretty sure i blacked out bc i barely remember anything else.

meg got to talk to her about some other things which is in her story (i’ll link it again here). and like throughout the whole entire interaction she would make sure to look at both of us to make sure we didn’t feel left out of the convo she’s so pure. now it’s time for the picture rip. i said something about how i’d been crying and she was like “no you’re doing great this is an emotional time” like LITERALLY ME. so we got into position and then i remembered the pose we wanted to do and I was like “we were wanting to smush” and she was like ………. (big mood) and then at the same time meg and i said “like a taylor face sandwich” so taylor grabbed our faces and said “LIKE THIS??” UHHHH YES BITCH LIKE THIS.

after the pic we all hugged one last time (sad). as we were literally walking out of the room i turned around and said “OH YEAH, can you play come back be here… . please” and meg said “like tonight” (slkdjs mood) but taylor was like “i can’t tonight because i already have a request but at some point I will, I promise” and my heart was so happy. then we screamed that we loved each other and that was it.

i’m literally SO thankful to meg for bringing me along because i wouldn’t have wanted to share this experience with anybody else. i’m so glad i got to talk with taylor and hug her and tell her i love her. she was so sweet and genuine and funny and she cares SO MUCh and she’s sO BEAUTIFUL. i just love her. i also wanna thank all of you for all of your messages, posts, replies, etc before and after everything. you guys mean the absolute world to me and i’m so glad to have you. i’m truly having the time of my life fighting dragons with you ♡

[cherry3point14]

HE LOOKS LIKE A REAL DOUCHE BAG

DESCRIPTION: You’re out with your gal pals when Dean Winchester shushes you. Obsession sets in. You must find him and ruin his life. You must have your retribution. 

THIS IS COMPLETE AND UTTER CRACK TRASH. THE ENTIRE PREMISE IS BASED OFF OF THIS POST AKA S7E8 OF IT’S ALWAYS SUNNY. I DON’T KNOW WHAT I AM DOING WITH MY LIFE ANYMORE. THIS IS NOT-WORKING-ON-A-WIP PROCRASTINATION.  

Pairing: Dean x Reader Words: 4266.  Warnings: I mean, mention of victim blaming but in the context of being shushed. Also a brief mention of cutting/being cut]

AO3 link here if you would prefer.

You don’t normally sit in bars like this. Is dive bars the correct description? It doesn’t matter, this isn’t your usual haunt. You like somewhere with a vibe, some sort of effort put in, something more than ‘truckers playing pool’. You didn’t choose where you came tonight but the whole thing has been a bit of a bust so far. 

It’s Suzi’s bachelorette where everything has gone wrong. First, you got thrown out of the strip club, on ladies night. Well, it was actually Debra’s fault, she kept touching and everyone knows the rules about touching but, even though she was already drunk, you’d all followed her out of course. Solidarity and all that. Then you had actually gone to a hip little gin bar that you’d found on facebook but they’d taken one look at you all, in your pink cowboy hats with sparkly shot-glasses around your necks, and they’d laughed at you before you’d even taken a foot into the door. Apparently pink isn’t hip. 

So here you were in this place because at this time of night it’s the last vestige of alcohol that will allow eight, already drunk, plastic penis covered women to come in and drink more.

“I couldn’t get the guy at the bar to make us screaming orgasms or anything that sounds even remotely fun but he did put lots of vodka into these.” Debra is trying to make up for the strip club fiasco with eight pink attempts as some mysterious cocktail. Why the bartender let her walk away with all eight drinks balancing precariously on a tray is a wonder because you would have bet your life savings that she was going to trip.

Luckily you didn’t make that bet because she manages to put the drinks down with only minor spills.

You taste it, warm vodka with a side of pink, and ask yourself if he really wanted to sleep with Debra that bad.

With more drinks in you, it quickly dissolves into giggling nonsense even in this place. Asking Suzi if she has anything special planned for the wedding night and laughing when a bottle of tequila appears and she has to drink from her penis shaped shot glass. Because it’s the done thing at a bachelorette party. And if you never needed to google ‘penis shaped bachelorette accessories bulk buy express shipping’ again, then it would still be too soon.

It only takes maybe ten minutes before it happens. This guy dripping in flannel storms to the edge of your table raises his finger to his lips and shushes you all.

You’re stunned for a moment and he seems to take the pause to realize what he's stumbled into. His eyes rake over all of you, dolled up to the nines and clearly all inebriated before his face falls in disappointment.

He doesn’t even explain himself, just mutters, “son of a bitch,” before he walks away, back to his booth.

“What the hell was that?” You find your voice again after being reprimanded like a child. You know you’ve had a few drinks but honestly? You’ve never been more offended in your life.

“Never mind that. I found somewhere that we might be able to go dancing!”

You’re not sure who said it because you’re still incensed and trying to burn a hole into the back of the guys dumb head when your friends all agree it’s time to leave.

“So now we’re just going to leave because of that asshole?” You tip another shot down your throat, ignoring the comfortable burn, while all of your friends are picking themselves up to get going.

Suzi is the one that giggles at you, “no we’re leaving because I want to go dancing come on.”

“Oh my God. Look at that, he was all over you.”

“I know, I think if I weren’t getting married….”

And then squeals. A symphony of laughter that you all engage in. Nursing hangovers and huddled around a laptop in your bedroom after you elected to have everyone stay the night. Fiona is the one scrolling since she took the most pictures. She sweeps past one of you, leg kicked high in the air, playing it as a guitar, while you sing along to whatever song is being played. Someone nudges you and tells you that’s a new profile picture but you’re not paying attention. There’s something that’s been bothering you since last night, that’s still bothering you.

“All right. Listen. Can I stop all of this for one second?”

Seven pairs of eyes all spin to look at you.

“I don’t mean to derail us ‘cause this is very, very important stuff but, um, I’m getting a little hung up on something.”

Deb being the closest to you reaches out her hand to your shoulder, her expression serious, “what’s wrong?”

You slap your hands together with a sigh, “The guy that shushed us last night. Is that bugging anybody else?”

Debra nods solemnly, “I’ve been thinking about that too.”

“Have you been thinking about that?”

“I really have.”

Suddenly you’re justified for the annoyance that has been gnawing at you. You’re not crazy and you never should have thought that you were. It doesn’t matter that the rest of them are looking at both of you like you’re insane.

“I just can’t let this go.”

The rest of them share a look before returning to their frivolity but it doesn’t deter you. And Deb, supportive as she is, gives your arm a nudge and whispers, “you wanna go back tonight? See if we can find him again?”

You can feel your eyes light up at the possibility of showing that idiot what for, “yes, yes I do.”

You just needed your ridiculous revenge and then you could get on with your life. That’s all this was.

It’s only when she leans in, her voice even quieter, “this is because he was hot right?” that you realize you may be the only one looking for vengeance against the nefarious shusher.

So, you’re back at the dive. Do two nights in a row make you a regular? Probably not but three and you’ll have to start learning the names of the tough mustache guys hanging around in the back. At least this time you’re at the bar and in attire not adorned with penises or any variation of glitter.

Deb has two drinks, you have three before you spot the same bartender as the previous night start his shift.

“Hi, sir? Can I talk to you for a minute please?”

He gives you a look like he hasn’t been called sir in years, maybe ever. He doesn’t seem adverse to it though. “Yeah, sure, what can I get for you ladies?”

Deb launches in, “well we’re looking for a man.” His eyebrows shoot up. Clearly, that’s not a drink he’s made before.

“Um, yeah this guy was a real douche bag. He was here last night.” You say straight-faced.

She hits your arm as if that could stop you, “he had short brown hair, just the right length to grab on to.”

You rub your fingers like you’re trying to pluck a description from the air, “yeah, real douchey looking.”

“And he was hot. Like the right amount of scruff hot.”

“Oh God and he had the most douchey flannel on.”

Debra frowns, “I liked the flannel.”

Then you remember why you’re here, “Oh! He’s a shusher!”

The bartender is still looking at you like you’re serious and you appreciate that in a person so you continue, “I mean he’s a douche bag who goes around shushing people that he doesn’t even know.”

Deb seems to be coming to the understanding that you are actually bothered by being shushed and you’re not just looking for a hookup, so her face mirrors the bartender who is, finally, looking at you with concern for your mental health.

“Doesn’t ring any bells but I don’t really get what the problem is. If anything I remember you girls and you were pretty loud.” He moves like he’s going to walk away so you reach over the bar to stop him.

“Are you victim blaming us? Oh, I bet you think we were asking to be shushed? I bet you’d have shushed us yourself if he hadn’t gotten there first?” You’re on your feet now. “This is the problem with this country. Maybe you have never been subject to an unnecessary and humiliating shushing but trust me, buddy, when it happens, you’ll understand.”

Deb is hanging off of your arm trying to drag you away, apologizing to the poor guy as she does. She manages to get you as far as a booth before pushing you in. “Y/N what the hell? You’re acting like a psychopath.”

“Why is that? Is it because I have a trunk full of knives and zip ties and duct tape and I’m going to kidnap someone and leave them in little pieces by the docks? That guy who shushed us, he doesn’t know me. I could have been anyone, I could have been looking for my next victim.”

“You were in a pink rhinestone cowboy hat.”

You’re mumbling now, arms crossed in momentary defeat, “you don’t know what crazy people wear.”

She laughs, looks you up and down and parrots your outfit back to you, “eh yeah. Pretty sure it’s jeans and a muscle tee. Now if I get us another drink will you calm the hell down?”

You nod, annoyed, frustrated and desperate to find this guy and get what is owed to you. You will shush him if it’s the last thing you do.

He hadn’t shown up that night. Probably frightened to show his face, probably knew what was coming to him.

Instead, Deb had tried to distract you. She had asked your opinion on the dress she’s buying for the wedding, since she didn’t make bridesmaid, and you told her that she’ll look better than any of them since Suzi has put you all in burnt orange. Everyone knows you’re a winter.

You’d drunk for a while longer until she made a decision. It’s with determination that she declares since she couldn’t have the Lumberjack, that’s what she calls the shusher now, she’d take the cool drink of water hanging out by the bar. He’d hadn’t been her normal type but as she had put it, “beggars can’t be choosers.”

After she slinked over to him and he’d greeted her with pretty open arms you’d called a cab home, watching everyone on the street as you went. Just in case he was there, taunting you.

It’s only early afternoon the next day that you finally hear from Debra, post-hookup.

Hey Hun. Can you come pick me up pretty please? I’m all the way across town and my uber rating is shot rn. I’ll love you forever!

You were weak and there was a really good Chinese place that side of town. She could surely buy you chow mien as payment for your never-ending generosity.

Which is how you end up outside the cute two-story townhouse, coincidentally around lunchtime, and waiting for your friend to show her face.

I’m here. Hurry your butt up. I’m hungry and you’re buying.

You’re rolling your eyes at an email asking for a review of ‘Penis shaped straws x 10 pack’ when her reply comes in.

Sorry, didn’t realize you’d be here so soon. There’s food in here if you want to come in for a bit.

A hookup providing lunch for a friend the next day is, strangely, not the weirdest situation you’ve ever found yourself so you don’t question her message. You just turn off the engine and slide out of your car. Even the goosebumps that run up your arm as you climb the porch steps don’t deter you. And when Deb opens the door with a smile you’re more impressed than anything that she doesn’t look like she’s ready to do the walk of shame.

“This food better be good. You were gonna buy me noodles.”

She smiles at you, closing the door behind you and nods, “was I? Don’t worry this is better.”

Will anyone find your car or will they have the sense to move it? Sure now it looks fine, it’s only been there a few hours but after a few days will somebody report it? If Deb doesn’t have the sense to move it.

The guy's name is Harry, he’d introduced himself before it all went dark. You’re not sure what he’s done to Deb but whatever it is he should patent it and sell it to pro athletes because she’s different. Faster and stronger. Sure you hadn’t been expecting her to hit you over the back of the head with a baseball bat, who comes in for lunch and expects that? But the Deb you remember asked you to open the can of sauce for her the last time she attempted to cook. In other words, Deb used to be weak as a sinking soufflé and now she could hit with enough force to knock you out in one whack.

There was also the obvious question of why she wanted to knock you out. She’d never given you any reason to think it was something she was planning to do. The last time she’d been pissed at you she’d just stopped talking to you for a few days, and that was only over you ruining a dress of hers you’d borrowed. This seemed extreme for some delayed, convoluted dress based revenge, and that was from someone hunting a shusher.

Or at least you had been hunting a shusher. Now that you had woken up in this cramped cage in what you could only assume was the basement your chances of getting satisfaction were much slimmer.

The basement almost looks like any other. One wall is home to shelves that hold all the odds and ends that don’t have a place anywhere else, like paint cans and the remnants of a hobby someone never really took up properly. There’s an old sofa in another corner that looks like it’s been there for at least a decade or two based on the faded fabric. The only thing that really stands out in this particular room is the cages that line another wall, the ones you’re in. They’re not big enough for you to say, spread out, but you can see around some once your eyes adjust to the darkness.

At first, it looks like you’re alone but the sounds of quiet sobbing prove otherwise.

“Hello?” When you’d woken up here you’d decided that screaming probably wasn’t going to help considering the apparent professional level setup they had, but you figured a quiet conversation with a fellow captor probably wouldn’t hurt.

“Who’s that?” Comes back from the darkness. Whoever it is they’re a few cages over, pressed against a wall and shrouded in shadows.

“My name is Y/N. Moved in a few hours ago, nice neighborhood. What about you?”

She might have attempted to laugh but it’s all croaky and strained, “my name is Donna.”

You pause for a second thinking there’s the sound of a door opening nearby but it’s just footsteps somewhere above you. “Hey, Donna. Any idea what’s going on?”

“All I know is he comes and takes someone every few days, and they scream and they don’t come back.”

Well, that’s not terrifying.

“How long have you been here?”

You hear scratching around in the dark before you hear the answer. “A week now. Don’t worry, I’ll be next.”

Shit. How could that not worry you? Not just for Donna but you. There was no way out. It’s suddenly dawning on you, only at this second with bars digging into your back and a floor of cold metal, that you aren’t getting out of here. This, with Donna the faceless stranger, is maybe the last conversation you’ll ever have.

Despite the cold around you, there’s sweat running down your neck while the rest of your body shivers.

“Shit, is it always this cold?”

Donnas' voice is more chilling than the cold when she answers, “I asked him the last time he came down here. He said it keeps us fresher.”

If you didn’t have the panic sweats before you definitely do now. You thought maybe you were about to be sold to some creepy sex thing or possibly be taken to the woods Texas Chain Saw Massacre style but keeping you fresh? The only time you’ve ever heard of keeping something fresh it’s been food, for consumption.

The footsteps stop and the door opens this time.

Each step they take down the creaky stairs matches the beat of your heart against your ribcage.

It’s only when he reaches the bottom that you see it’s Harry, his face coming in and out of focus with the limited light that spills from the open doorway above.

There’s no consolation that Donna is right. Faceless or not neither of you deserve to be here, festering away until it’s your time. But right now Donna specifically doesn’t deserve it, so when he goes to her cage and unlocks it you scream at him. “YOU FUCKING BASTARD! WHERE ARE YOU TAKING HER? WHAT DID YOU DO TO DEB?”

He ignores you at first as he drags her out of her prison. It’s the first time you see Donna properly. She’s this tiny smudge of a woman, dirty and gaunt. If she hadn’t just been talking to you then you might think she’s already dead. There’s no fight left in her, even though her arms are tied in front of her like you she makes no attempts to kick her legs or run. She allows him to prop her up and then fling her over his shoulder. Once she’s secure he glances down at you, spit pooled at the corner of your mouth from your shouting and face pressed against the bars to look at him.

“You’ll find out in a few days but you’re going to be a fun one, I can tell already.”

He leaves taking the little light there is with him. With a close of the door, you’re on your own again and in the dark.

Donna had screamed. She might have looked half dead but she’d screamed until she hadn’t. The sudden silence had been worse than the noise.

You didn’t know how the neighbors didn’t hear. You could hear locked in the basement, someone must be able to hear somewhere. Except no one comes.

There’s no concept of days in captivity but you know that you fall asleep twice and both times you wake up with a water bottle next to you. Whatever it is they want you for they want you alive. 

As much as you don’t want to give them the satisfaction you’re too thirsty, tired, hungry, everything to resist. It’s all you can manage to not drink the whole thing in one swallow.

It’s some point in the vast void between sleep, you think it’s two days later when he returns.

You’d been so determined to not go out like Donna. Not that you judged her, it was probably easier, but you just couldn’t give up. You wanted to fight, make it harder for them. But you’re so weak and cramped by the time he pulls at your shoulders that your big resistance equates to nothing more than ill thought out attempt to run and pathetically flailing legs once he hoists you over his shoulder.

“Come on now Y/N, be a good girl and we won’t use your face after.” He coos like he’s soothing a baby.

Use your face? What the fuck?

He takes you to the kitchen and sits you in a chair in the middle of the room. Your arms are untied only to be strapped to the sides of the seat, your legs strapped to the chair as well.

Then Debra comes out of nowhere.

“Y/N. Sweetie. I’m so sorry about all of this.”

You see it now. Between his comments about using your face and the fact that Deb had lured you here. You see how it’s not your Deb. She never had that sneer before and she never looked at you like that before, like you were her next meal.

“What happened to the real Debra?”

Fake Deb looks at you with a touch of admiration, “the same thing that’s going to happen to you. She was dinner.”

You’d suspected something gruesome was on the cards but to hear it causes bile to fill your mouth. 

“Don’t worry though, we’re all parts of the cow type folk. Makes you last longer. But you won’t feel that” she holds a knife up that you didn’t even see her pick up. “We’ll bleed you first, we’re not monsters.”

Harry, if that’s even his real name, is watching this play out with twisted satisfaction on his face while fake Deb slices a cut into your wrist. You notice, before you scream, that she’s cut across your wrist, not down the arm. So apparently she intends to bleed you slow.

She cuts again, just above the first. This time the only thing that stops your screaming is the gunshot that sounds out simultaneously.

The front door, that you can see from the kitchen, blasts backward and two men storm in, guns blazing. They shoot at both of your captors but that only seems to antagonize them, which is great. Not only did the cannibals want to eat you but they also couldn’t be killed?

It seems like forever that your rescuers fight with the face wearing cannibals but that may just be because of your focus on the blood dripping from your wrist. It’s painful and consuming. Like your heartbeat is spilling from your wrist. Only when Harry gets shot in the head and a machete beheads fake Deb, both of which are sights that will definitely haunt your nightmares, do they pay any attention to you.

“Hey Dean, we need to get her to a hospital,” the tall one urges as he bends down next to you, undoing your restraints.

You look up at the other one as he pulls out his cell phone and you see his face properly for the first time.

Motherfucker.

It’s him. It’s the guy who shushed you. In the flesh. Just walking around like he isn’t the person who got you into this mess. Yes, the connection is tenuous at best but you’re pretty sure that the real Debra would never have met Harry the cannibal if this bonehead hadn’t shushed you. It all comes back to the shush. 

“Yeah, we’ll take her to-“

“Shhhhh.”

Tall guy pulls his head back to look at you with this confused frown knotted into his face but the shusher? Oh, he looks agitated and it’s delicious.

“What the he-“

“Shhhhh.”

It’s even better the second time.

“Excuse me…?” the tall guy asks.

“Y/N,” you answer him with a satisfied smirk despite still bleeding and having just seen two quite brutal deaths.

“Ok, Y/N. Erm is there a reason you’re shushing my brother?” He’s released all of your limbs now and is wrapping a piece of fabric from God knows where around your wrist.

You look up at the shusher with a purse of your lips and attitude behind your tired eyes, “oh, he knows.”

“I really don’t sweetheart.” He’s putting his gun away but apparently still not impressed.

“Oh I’m sorry. Should I maybe go to a public place with some friends and have some fun. Maybe you’ll remember shushing me then?”

It clicks. Realisation. Hallelujah, he remembers and it’s painted all over his face. “Are you freaking kidding me?”

“Hey, buddy. Kind of bleeding over here, would you mind keeping it down?”

You really hate hospitals but the staff are as sweet as pie to you. It makes it easier while they’re stitching you up and doing their tests. You still discharge yourself as soon as you’re patched up but you’re at least sincere when you thank them. 

You just want to get home more than anything and do a million things at once. Shower. Sleep. Eat. Maybe cry, you haven’t decided on that one yet.

Sam and Dean, as you find out are their names on the ride over, give you a brief synopsis that you should be afraid of the dark. You tell them what a great message that is for a woman who lives alone. But despite this knowledge, there’s no place you’d rather be. At home, alone, wrapped in a warm cocoon in your bed, not thinking about the past week of your life.

The fresh air is wonderful as you leave the hospital, plus you’re on some pretty great pain medication. You’re about to call a cab when you hear it.

“Shhhhh.”

You turn around and there’s Dean leaning on his car, which is beautiful you can admit that much. 

“Really? You really came here to shush a poor battered woman?” 

He smirks like he thinks he’s Gods gift to women, which you are so not buying, and shrugs. “Nah, came to see if you needed a ride.” 

You’re suspicious and probably with good reason, “just a ride?” 

“Cross my heart,” he says opening the passenger door for you. It’s as he slides into the driver's seat that he continues, “although if you wanted to go out with me after you’ve had a few days, that’d be fine too.” 

“Shut up Dean.”