#sam fraser x y/n

[the-avengers-not-the-nazis]

[wendeeee]

Reaction to you asking them out/them asking you out

fearstreet characters x reader

requested: no

this is an apology post because I haven't been responding to requests😭

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Deena Johnson

chances are she probably likes you back. she's kinda taken back by it cause she hid her feelings, and was in denial. but she was happy to yes to it.

Sam Fraser

she was the one who asked you out. she was super excited when you said and couldn't stop smiling about it. "wait are you being for real?"

Josh Johnson

he took awhile to comprehend it. so ended leaving you there not responding to your question. later that day he came up to you and apologized for running away. he was really happy to say yes.

Kate Schmidt

she asked you out, it was really blunt but you could tell she really meant it. one day she kinda just walked up to you asked you out. you had known each other for awhile and you couldn't deny your feelings. and of course you said yes to which she was happy about

Simon Kalivoda

he was kinda cliche with it, he left a note in your locker to meet you somewhere. it was that he wanted to admit it somewhere private. super happy and giddy when you said yes to him.

Ziggy Berman

probably does it at a random time but shy about it. you were helping her out with a scratch that she had got from Shelia. while you were finishing she just asked. "do you wanna go out with me?" you kinda just stood there. but you said yes.

Cindy Berman

you were helping her with some kids. she was really nervous to ask, fidgeting with her hands a lot. when she asked you she said it in a really quiet voice. she was really happy when you told her yes.

Alice

you guys had an affair going on prior to your the ask. so you already new each other pretty well. when you asked her out she was a bit hesitant but did say to it.

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[bluelove24]

Outlander: Jamie Fraser x Male Reader.

The story is pure fiction, it’s not meant to be taken serious. This is not accurate to the series at all, I’ve only seen the first season and that was a long time ago. This was my very first request and it was requested by my lovely friend @justanothergleefan after a thirsty conversation we discovered our love for the insanely hot man that it’s Sam Heughan. I don’t own the gif, credit to the rightful owner.

Warnings: not historically accurate fiction, unprotected sex, dirty talk.

The Highlands Scotland, 1743. I’m an attendant, a servant, at castle Fraser where I serve the noble clan Fraser of Lovat. I’ve been serving them since I was a child of 6, I’m 20 years now. Lord Fraser allowed me to receive some basic education, which is more than some servants get. It was early morning, the kitchen staff was preparing breakfast. I took the one of the trays and brought them to the room of sir Jamie Fraser, I was sir Jamie’s personal servant. I’ve always admire him, his kindness, his amazing good looks, his incredible hair, his muscled body, everything about him I loved, I mean admire. I reached his room and gently come in as to not disturb his sleep. I set the tray of food down and make my way to the windows pulling the curtains open, letting the early morning light come in. I turn towards the bed, seeing his sleeping body. He’s not wearing a shirt, master rarely wears anything to bed. He was sleeping soundly, his lips slightly parted, his curly red hair a tangled mess from the tossing and turning of sleep. I could feel a stirring in my pants. I approached the bed to wake master Jamie.

“Good morning Master Jamie!” I said a little loudly, he was a deep sleeper. He stared to slowly open his eyes, fixing his gaze on me.

“Morning Y/N…” His voice deep with sleep. He started to sit up, the sheets slowly revealing more of his naked torso. I saw the hair from his belly button that was leading down towards his crotch. I looked somewhere else. Even after all these years of service I have yet to see him naked.

“Here is your breakfast sir!” I placed the tray in his lap, the sheets were low enough that I could see the top of his pubic hair, it was red like the hair on his head.

“Thanks…” He grumbled as he started eating his breakfast. “Make sure everything is packed for tonight, you’ll be accompanying me on this trip.”

“Yes sir! I’ll get right to it.” After his breakfast I was dismissed to clean everything and get ready to depart. We where going to visit an ally of Clan Fraser, make sure that the alliance was strong enough.

Soon after we hit the road, arriving a little bit before sunset. I settled masters Jamie‘s belongings in his room making sure to get his fancy clothes out for the banquet they’ll be throwing him. I went to get prepared as I was to make stay close to him. Hours have passed, the party is still going, master Jamie is slightly drunk and dancing with some lady. I was tired and wanted to retire to my room but I couldn’t do that until I was dismissed for the day. After a couple more hours the party was dying down. Master Jamie came up to me and told me to take him to his room. While walking he was still singing and trying to dance with me. He was being more grabby and rough with me. We reached his room and he asked me to undress him. I started to undo his boots. Then I stood up and started to undo his jacket, taking it off and then removing his shirt. I licked my lips revealing his toned abs and chest. He was almost naked in front of me, only his kilt was still on him. He moved up on the bed, his back resting on the headboard.

“Come drink with me.” He patted the spot next to him. I hesitated for a moment but then I served him a drink and one for myself. Then I walked towards him, I took off my shoes and my coat, leaving me in a shirt and kilt. I sat next to him and we slowly sipped our drinks. He scooted closer to me, "You sure have grown up a lot."

“Thank you sir.” I blushed a little bit. “I guess I’m a little taller now.”

He smiled, "In some other ways as well." He rubbed a finger against my cheek. "Not much hair on your face just peach fuzz, though." He began unbuttoning my shirt. "Let's see what kind of body you're getting." I looked down speechless as I saw his fingers undoing the buttons. When they were all undone, he pushed the white fabric aside revealing my naked torso. I felt his rough hands rubbing my belly. "Not bad. Why don't you tighten your muscles. Yeah that's it, pretty nice.” He said rubbing my belly. "Let's get you a little more comfortable, Y/N…" He removed my shirt. He kept running his hands over my chest and stomach before he started rubbing his thumb over my nipples. My eyes closed as sparks ran through my body. My left hand move over to my lap, my dick was stirring. His face was right next to mine, his breath fanning my face. He asked me in a whisper, “Have you ever kissed anyone?” My face turning a deeper shade of red, I shook my head no. “No?!” He said playfully. His finger moving from my cheek, over my lips and then to my chin. “What we are about to do must stay a secret, do you understand?”

“Yes sir, I understand.” I look at his blue eyes and swallowed hard.

He smiled widely, “Perfect!”. Then he moved closer and kissed my right cheek lightly, his left hand moved towards my left cheek and gently pulled my face so I was looking at him. He then kissed my nose, then my chin, before lightly and gently kissing me on the lips. He looked directly into my eyes one more time before I felt his lips press against mine once again. He started to suck on my lower lip, making my lips part, he took to the opportunity to move his tongue into my mouth. While he did that his fingers started to rub my nipples again. Making me moan from the pleasure. He moved onto his side note and I positioned myself the same way as we continued kissing. I tried to mimic what he was doing with his tongue, it felt so good! My dick was harder than ever under my kilt. I felt his hand on my hip, my head swimming for the pleasure as I felt his fingers bunching up the fabric of my kilt. I could feel the edge was almost in his hand so I put my hand on top of his. “It’s ok Y/n… really.” He said in between kisses, kissing my lips, my cheek, my neck. He then started to suck gently on my neck. Soon after his fingers disappeared inside my kilt and I felt him take hold of my dick. I kissed him more with more desperation as his fingers moved up and down on my dick. “Are you still a virgin, baby?” He asked. I nodded my head. “Not for long, let’s change that tonight.” He kissed me on the lips, pushing me back as his kisses strayed to move down towards my chest. He started to suck on my nipples before moving down towards my stomach. I licked my lips and swallowed, slightly shaking with anticipation. His hand was still under my kilt stroking me. I felt almost dizzy. Suddenly he stopped. “This is our secret, right?”

“Yes, sir!” I almost shouted.

“Do you promise?” I nodded my head. “That’s a good lad.” He moved my kilt up and got under it. I couldn’t see him as he licked the shaft of my dick, moving towards the head. He started licking the head of my dick which drove me wild. Then I felt it, I felt my shaft disappeared into his mouth. I had never felt anything like this before. I also didn’t want it to end. He slowly started to move his head up and down on my dick, my legs spreading apart. He removed my dick from his mouth and he moved under. I felt his mouth on my balls, kissing, licking, and sucking. As he moved back towards my dick and continued sucking his hands started to undo my kilt. I was naked. He moved up my body and kissed me again. “Has anyone ever tell you how hot you are?” I shook my head no. “That’s a shame.”

He slid off the bed, standing next to it, his dick making a big tent under the kilt. “How about you do the honors?” He nodded towards his kilt. I moved from the bed, my hard dick leading the way. I kneeled in front of him and started to undo his kilt. His stiff meat sprung up. It was thick and hard. The line of hair by his bellybutton led straight into a thick bush that surrounded his cock and the same hair lightly covered his balls. He grabbed his dick and moved it towards my mouth. I looked up at his eyes. He was smiling at me. I looked at his thick dick. I took a deep breath and opened my mouth and took him in. I tasted the clear liquid that coated the head of his dick. It didn’t have much taste, but his skin had a slight salty taste to it. He gently started to guide me on how to suck his cock and how to work his ball sac with my lips. He kept guiding me, moving my head back and forth on his dick, the head of his dick almost touching the back of my throat. After a while he pulled me off his dick and pulled me up so that I was standing in front of him. He kissed me deeply, his hands rubbing up and down my back, squeezing my ass. I put my hands on his muscular slightly hairy chest. He moved forward until I fell backwards onto the bed. His body rubbed against mine as we kept kissing. He was grinding his hard dick against my equally hard dick. He stopped kissing me laying me on my side. He then moved so that his feet where by my head. He then said that he wanted to try to suck each other off at the same time. My dick returned to his mouth, I let out a moan of pleasure. He started sucking me off.

“Let me know when you are about to shoot.” I didn’t know what he meant by that but I know that it would probably be intense. We continued to suck each other’s dicks, I started to feel a great intense pressure in my dick. I let him know how I feel. “Good! I can’t wait to see what you taste like.” He began to suck me off harder and faster, taking me over the edge. I gripped the blankets as my dick started to shoot something into his mouth, he ate the stuff hungrily. I writhed until he finally released my dick. He moved into a sitting position on the edge of the bed and had me join him. He had me sit on his lap, my legs stretched past his back. We started to kiss again, his mouth tasted a little different this time, I could taste myself on his mouth. He broke off the kiss and stuck two fingers in my mouth. “Suck.” I sucked his fingers hungrily like it was his dick. While I sucked his fingers he started kissing my neck. After a while he pulled his fingers from my mouth and started to kiss me again. Soon I felt I felt his fingers on my butt hole. He started to apply pressure on my hole. I broke our kiss to tell him to stop but then his finger pushed into me sinking a little bit, it felt strange, but also good. His finger started to move back and forth in my hole, slowly at first. I couldn’t keep my mouth closed or my eyes opened. But then another finger found it’s way inside me. Slowly he started working his two fingers inside of me, making my hole more relaxed. My head was spinning from the pleasure. “You tasted really good baby, would you like to taste mine?”

“Yes”, I said breathlessly.

“Good. You’ll find out soon.” He eased off his lap. “Before that I want to be inside you.” He pulled me face down on the bed. I then felt his breath hit my hole, which was slightly wet from the saliva in his fingers. He started to suck and lick my hole. I felt more pleasure than before. I took a bite of the blankets to hold myself from screaming. After a while he stopped and got on top of me, his breath on my ear he whispered. “You are absolutely to become mine, after I claimed your hole you will belong to me.” He started to kiss and suck my neck. “Bite the blankets, it’ll hurt at first but you’ll like it, trust me baby.” He started to push his dick inside me, the tip of his dick penetrated my hole. More and more of his length pushed inside me, he would push a little bit inside and then would stop letting me adjust to his size. “That’s a good lad, you are taking me in so well baby. I’m so proud of you.” He turned my head to the side and kissed me. “I’m not ever giving this up, by the time this trip ends you’ll get used to me more and I’ll be able to fuck you whenever I want and as much as I want.” He pushed deep inside me. I was drooling on the blankets. The pain was intense but so was the pleasure. He continued to slowly work his rod inside me. “I have wanted you so badly. I almost took you last year but I wasn’t sure you could take it.”

“Really, sir?” I asked softly.

“Oh yes. Ever since last years trip. You were standing on the field and the wind lifted your kilt up. I managed to catch a glimpse of your beautiful ass.” I was surprised about what he was telling me. “Then that night you went to the lake to take a dip and you were naked and alone. It was the most amazing thing ever that I lifted my kilt up and jerked my cock while I saw you bathing in the lake. It took everything in me from not taking you in the shore of that lake.” I was shocked about his revelation, sir Jamie has been lusting after me for more than a year. “And now your ass belongs to me.” His dick was moving back and forth inside my hole slowly. I wondered how long it would be before he had it completely inside me. He kept moving it back and forth, slowly advancing with each thrust. “There. I’m all inside you now. You. Are. Mine.” He began moving back and forth as he kissed my face. “Does it feel good to have all of my big cock in your ass, y/n?”

“Yes master Jamie.” I was feelings things I need have felt before, he was taking me to a higher place of pleasure. I didn’t want it to end. He started to hump me a little bit faster now. “I’m getting close.” He picked up speed now, thrusting faster now. I could feel that same feeling inside me again. “Are you getting close baby?” He pushed his tongue inside my mouth, our tongues battling against each other. That feeling was more intense now, I could feel it was coming. “Let it go baby, come for me.” I let go just like he said. Releasing everything onto the blankets under me. “Yes!! That’s it, we are now one, I’ve claimed you as mine now.” His cock started to jerk inside me. After a while he started to pull out form inside me. He lay next to me, pulling me on top of him. We started kissing again. I loved the feel of his hairy chest pressed against me. His big hands roving over my body.

“I’ve loved you and wanted you forever, sir.” I said softly.

“You do?” He seemed shocked. I smiled and nodded. “Well my love, why don’t we go to sleep now.” I was about to push myself off from him when he tightened his grip on me. “Together, from now on we go to bed together my love.” He kissed my lips softly again. Melting into his embrace as he pulled the covers over us.

“I love you sir Jamie.” I whispered as I lay my head on his chest.

“I love you my starlight.” He said as he gave me a kiss on my forehead. I went to sleep with the arms of the man I love holding me. And I never wanted it to end.

The End…

[mediocre-writerr]

invisible string [sam fraser]

folklore challenge: day 11

sam fraser x fem!reader

requested: obsessed with sam fraser lately so could i get a request where it's her girlfriend instead who gets hunt by the shadyside killers if it's okay with u. thanks!

*not my gif*

Green was the color of the grass that you and Sam were lying in. Your head rested on her lap as you were reading the book to her. She listened with full intent, smiling at the expressions on your face, or the change in your voice when you were reading the different characters. 

Oh, how quickly the night changed. 

You sat there in the stolen ambulance as dead serial killers were chasing after you and your friends. Sam was gripping onto your hand tightly as Simon drove as quickly as he could.

“I’m assuming that girl was not supposed to come back to life,” you joked, trying to lighten the mood, but you could tell that no one found it funny.

“No, she’s been dead for years! That was Ruby Lane!” Josh exclaimed.

“So, what the fuck just happened?” Sam asked.

Everyone looked to Josh, “It seemed like Y/N was being targeted. The axe murderer-” Kate started.

Josh cut her off, “Tommy Slater,” 

Kate sent Josh a look, “Tommy Slater went right for Y/N and no one else,” 

“It’s true, he completely avoided me,” Josh whispered and you could see the gears turning in his head, “Shit!”

“What?! Why are these dead serial killers coming after me?!” you exclaimed.

“When we all went hiking today, you fell didn’t you? You said you saw weird visions, but we just brushed it off like it was a concussion you got. What did you see?” Josh asked.

You tried to think long and hard about what it was, “There were red flashes. I saw a woman and a tree and then she was being hanged,” you whispered and then your mind finally caught up to what he was trying to say, “It’s her, isn’t it?”

Josh nodded sadly, “It’s who? What’s going on?!” Sam yelled.

“Sarah Fier,” you whispered, “They’re coming after me because I accidentally disturbed her grave,”

Suddenly, whispering starts filling your ears, “It’s you, it’s you, it’s you,” the woman’s voice constantly says, causing you to shut your eyes tight hoping it’ll just go away.

You felt a hand on yours, giving it a small squeeze. You opened your eyes to see Sam looking at you with concern, “She wants me,” 

You all found yourself at the school. Josh came up with this elaborate plan to kill all of them, leaving you harmless. You sat with Sam in the girl’s locker room as everyone cleaned off every bit of blood from you.

“What if this doesn’t work?” you whisper, “There’s a lot more killers in Shadyside that Sarah could just wake up from the dead. If this doesn’t work I will constantly have this invisible string attaching her to me. And I don’t want you to-I can’t have you be in the aftermath of it,”

The blonde shook her head, taking your face in her hands, “I am not going to leave you behind,”

“I can’t have anyone get hurt because of me,” you told her, “Especially you and all of our friends,”

“You pulled me out of my darkness. When my parents were going through their divorce, you were the only stable constant thing in my life. It didn’t matter that I had to move to Sunnyvale or that you have to take the bus everyday for thirty minutes just to see me. You still loved me for me,” your eyes started pooling with tears at Sam’s words as you tried to blink them away, “If you have this invisible string attached to Sarah Fier the rest of your life than I will be there fighting every killer who comes your way,”

You looked at her, not fighting the tears that were flowing down your cheeks anymore. She swiped away your tears and kissed you softly. 

“I love you Y/N,” she whispered, connecting your foreheads together

You sniffled, “I love you Sam,” 

To say the plan didn’t work was an understatement. You set all of them on fire and then they still glued themselves back together. Now you were in a classroom as Sam and Kate argued about your life.

But that was enough. Kate was right. There’s no reason they should be risking their lives when you were the one they wanted.  You just started walking towards the door. 

Simon looked at you his eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “What are you doing?” he asked you, but no one else heard him over their arguing.

“I don’t want you guys to die because of me,” you whispered, “I’m going out there and I’m ending this,”

He looked at you, his teary eyes matching yours as he pulled you into a hug. You rubbed his back as he let out a small whimper. He didn’t want his best friend to die, but he knew it was the right thing and you weren’t going to go down any other way.

“Tell Sam that I love her,” you whispered, your voice breaking, “And that I’m always going to be with her no matter what,”

“I will,” 

You slipped out of the room without another word. Tommy Slater was right down the hall staring right back at you. He came running towards you and you just closed your eyes waiting for the impact.

Cold was the steel from his axe when it landed on your neck. You let out a small gasp as the blood flowed out, spewing like a water fountain. You fell onto the ground, looking towards the door.

Suddenly, Tommy disappeared as you could feel your heartbeat slow. The door flung open and Sam came rushing out. A sob escaped her lips as she knelt down in front of you, trying to apply pressure to your wound.

“No, no, no,” she mumbled over and over again.

You reached up weakly, cupping her cheeks with one of your hands, “Now there will always be an invisible string, tying you to me,” you whispered.

Then your hand went limp and Sam let out another sob. Josh allowed a tear to slip down his cheeks. While Deena and Kate were trying their best not to cry as they looked anywhere but your dead body.

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” Sam whispered. 

Simon reached out towards Sam, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her away from your body. He pulled her in for a long hug as she just cried into his arms.

Hell was the journey, but it brought you heaven. 

[asvterias]

𝖠𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖫𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖸𝗈𝗎 ~ 𝖱𝗎𝖻𝗒 𝖫𝖺𝗇𝖾

Part 2

Warnings: Major Angst, Main Character Death & Blood

Pairings: Possessed!Ruby Lane x Black!Girlfriend!Possessed Reader

Summary: Y/N and Ruby are a couple who were turned into another pair of shadyside killers. Y/N manages to turn back to normal and tries to save her girlfriend and she turns ruby back to normal but y/n had to pay a price.

Word Count: 3,477

Author’s Note: Requested from my wattpad account.

— italic are the flashbacks

— bold are the whispers

“this is y/n fraser and ruby lane.” josh states, showing the group of teens a teared piece of paper, showing two girls with the main headline saying, 'TWO TEENAGE GIRLS FILLETS FRIENDS'. what caught kate's attention was y/n's last name. “look at y/n's last name. same as sam's.”

“wait, so what you're saying is that sam is a descendent of y/n. the sexy hot black chick!” simon questions josh who nods his head, “it could be a possibility.”

“no, you could be wrong. it could have been some other black hot chick from 1965 who just had bad luck with this shitty town.” deena argues, clearly not believing that her ex's descendent was now a shadyside killer and the same could be happening to sam. “well i heard my mom talking about before and it ruined our family for a really long time.”

“you always hurt the one you love...” a song starts from a distance. “do you guys hear that?” simon asks, terrified to deal with other crazy hot bitch.

“it sounded like—“

“y/n...” ziggy finishes for kate. simon peeks his head out when he hears the singing getting louder, “we need to hide.” the group of teens and ziggy hide in josh's room, they all labored their breathing in hopes that the killer wouldn't find them. a silhouette came from the kitchen window which forms a shadow of a girl, revealing a shadyside killer; y/n fraser.

the front door jingles before it opens and y/n walks inside the house, her singing becoming mercilessly scary with every step she takes inside the house. she had a razor blade in her left hand, the top of her left arm and right elbow was covered in dried blood of her last victims in '65.

she had a scar on her right cheek, multiple big slits across her wrist and an outfit similar to ruby's. y/n finally reaches josh's room and spots a piece of curly hair behind a few drawers.

she stops singing and the shadysiders breath in relief but it soons turns to horror when an arm yanks deena's hair, pulling her onto the ground making deena face y/n. deena quickly gets up before the killer could attempt to kill her, “run!” everyone else starts to run, all heading for the door but sam doesn't move and stares at y/n.

the girl stares back at the blonde before she starts to stalk over to the young fraser girl. the other friends shout for sam to run but she doesn't and she remained frozen in place. sam knew that if she didn't run, she would die. it would have been really stupid for her to die for no reason.

“auntie y/n.” y/n halts to sam's words, just in time for deena to grab sam's hand. whatever light in y/n was gone when she attacked deena, slicing the side of her neck, similar to what ruby did to simon. kate grabs the nearest knife and quickly runs up to the possessed y/n, slitting her throat in one action and the girl falls down 'dead'.

“why did you do that?”

“to give us more time. did you say the way y/n froze?”

“yeah, kate's right. y/n froze like she had a flashback of something.” ziggy agrees with the head cheerleader.

“maybe we can bring her back. that's how we bring her back.”

“this is not funny josh!” deena declares, not in the mood for jokes when all of their lives could be at stake.

“i'm not joking, deena.” y/n starts to get up and simon notices alerting the group, “well whatever it is, you need to do it now,”

“quick, ambush her!!” the shadysiders do as josh instructed them and ambushed y/n. the brown-skinned girl visions starts to blur before she fully fades into darkness.

y/n started to repeatedly blink her eyes, still trying to adjust to the blinding light. once she regains full consciousness, she first noticed that her first instinct wasn't to kill the teen shadysiders in front of her. she felt different, that she had choice of her own mind and those annoying voices in her head which used to be there for the past 30 years are now gone.

no more brutal killings with no regret of taking an innocent life. “she's waking up.” a voice notices alerting the rest of the group.

“who are you?”

“i'm sam fraser your great great niece, who you almost tried to murdered.” sam calmly states.

“sorry 'bout that,” y/n sheepishly said before noticing that she's tied up to a chair with her arms and legs tied up, “could you think to untie me please?”

“i don't know, could you think of not trying to kill your descendent?” deena snarks from behind y/n as she unties the ropes which held her arms from moving. josh unities the rope from y/n's feet which held her legs from moving. once now untied.

she took a look around of her surroundings, clearly confused. “where am i? where's my girlfriend?” y/n turned her head around frantically, looking for her brunette girlfriend but no avail. y/n had social anxiety so when ruby was with her, she'd be fine. “i think the important question that you should be asking is what year is it?”

“what year is it?”

“1994.” that sentence struck a cord in y/n, she couldn't believe her ears. the girl who responded to her question must be lying cause there's no way that she died 30 years ago. “who's your girlfriend?”

“ruby. my ruby.” y/n trails off, still uncertain of the group of teens surrounding her. josh questions y/n, “look, do you want to save your girlfriend?”

“yes, more than anything in the world.”

“well, then listen up.”

Y/N'S FLASHBACKS - 1965 AT RUBY'S HOUSE

when they were setting up for the party, y/n was the first one to hear the whispers. her head started to pounding like crazy. voices start to chant her name repeatedly, so much that she wanted to bash her own head in.

she started to lose some of her vision, blinking a few times but the pounding headache would not leave. y/n was in trance after the whispers stopped but was broken out of it by her girlfriend.

“darling, are you ok?” ruby asked geniuly concerned for her girlfriend. y/n just nods it off and sends a reassuring smile to the brunette, not wanting to cloud ruby with all of her problems. ruby was her girlfriend not a therapist. she lied saying, “horrible headache.”

“i think my mom has some aspirin in the kitchen.” ruby leaves the room, heading downstairs to the kitchen, opening the cabinet full of medicine. she finds the aspirin, grabbing one pill and pouring some water in a glass before heading back upstairs to her girlfriend. “thanks babe,” y/n takes the pill and drinks it down with water. once the pill was digested, she got up ready to finalize the rest of the sleepover.

“what do you think, you're doing?” ruby held her hand out stopping y/n from getting out of the bed.

“this sleepover isn't going to fix itself.” y/n responded. “stay in my bed until that headache of yours is gone.”

“but—“

“no buts, darling. i'll get the rest of things ready in time.” she puffs up the pillows behind y/n and pulls y/n to lay down. she places a quick kiss on her girlfriend's lips before leaving the room, closing the door quietly so she won't irritate y/n's headache from becoming worst.

y/n tried to fall asleep, twisting and turning on her sides than on her stomach and her back but none of the positions was comfortable enough for her. she groans in annoyance when the splitting headache rushes over her again but this time it's worse, the voices in her head were now shouting at her. y/n!! y/n!! y/n!! y/n!! y/n!!

y/n knew in fact that it was a female voice shouting out to her. whatever was shouting at her, she wouldn't let it take over her. the voices got louder and louder as y/n held her head in agony wanting to break free from the distress she was in.

this pain was worst when after you got your hair did and you couldn't sleep in the bed comfortably or when your head hurts when you laugh. the devil's hold was just too strong for y/n and now the devil had full control over y/n fraser. her face became neutral and she got up out of the bed, just as ruby walked back inside the room.

“baby, i made you some of your favorite cookies,” the brunette states, looking at y/n furious that she didn't listen to her commands. “i told you stay in bed.” nothing. y/n said nothing. ruby snapped her fingers to get her girlfriend's response but y/n's face stayed neutral, ruby's lips were just a mere feet away from y/n's. the devil decided to spare the couple for now and unpossessed y/n until the real fun began.

y/n broken out of her cold stare and almost blushed at how close her and ruby were. ruby backs away from y/n, giving her girlfriend some space. “ruby, i'm okay. just zoned out a little that's all.”

“sure, that sounds so convincing.” ruby rolled her eyes and folded her arms, clearly unconvinced. y/n stands up and places her forehead touching ruby's.

“i'm fine, i promise. stop worrying about me,”

“darling, you know that i always worry about you.” ruby says, her arms still folded as a pour forms upon her lips. y/n walks up to her brunette girlfriend and lifts ruby's chin up and kisses her, ruby kisses back smiling deeply into the kiss. the kiss lasts for about 10 seconds before y/n pulls away, both of their foreheads touching each other once again.

“i love you, ruby lane.”

“i love you too, y/n fraser.”

the devil's next victim was ruby lane but he waited for the sleepover to happen. ruby seemed in a trance-like state when it was in the middle of the sleepover. she started to hear the same voices. once it was all good and the next thing she knew was picking up a razor and slitting her friend throat closest to her.

the other friends screamed in horror, scared why y/n would murdered her friend. ruby leaves the room before returning back to her bedroom, a razor blade in one of her hands before slitting another girl's throat watching as the dead girl drops to the floor. the remaining 10 girls scream in fear, not wanting to be next.

y/n and ruby made eye-contact and ruby winked at y/n before going to kill another teen girl. the last remaining girl, stood traumatized looking all over the floor, seeing 12 girls all dead, with their throats slit. the blood from each dead girl was mixing together and now was seeping into the carpet. the blonde girl backed up in fear into a corner and was pleading for her life as y/n and ruby both walk towards her.

she begged for the now shadyside killers to have mercy on her, not wanting to die at 16 saying that there was so much more that she wanted to do. the shadyside couple gave no remorse as they both slit her throat mercilessly, not caring that the blood spraying at their faces.

i guess you can say that the pair was a killer couple. ruby thereafter killed herself, she first slashed near her eyebrows and than slitted her wrists. y/n soon followed behind her after and sliced her right cheek, not even acknowledging the pain and than cut her own wrists until she felt numb and fell into a pit of darkness.

the atmosphere around the room were just a pile of dead bodies in ruby's bedroom with a song still playing in the background. when ms lane reached home, she was sure in for a treat. she expected her daughter's friends and girlfriend to be having fun but when she heard no cheers of fun, she became worried.

she walked into her daughter's room and let out a horrid scream at the sight upon her. ms. lane instantly ran back downstairs and called 911. “can you please tell me what happened?” a policemen asked ms. lane.

“i came home and went to ruby's room and that's when i saw the 14 dead bodies including my daughter ruby and her beloved girlfriend, y/n dead, all dead. the scene was horrifying and i ran back downstairs and called the police.”

END OF FLASHBACKS

“ruby? please ruby it's me.” y/n puts both hands on ruby's cheeks but the brunette acts neutral, taking out her razor blade before stabbing her girlfriend with it in the stomach. y/n lets out a choked grunt as she falls on the floor and the shadysider killer straddles y/n.

“you always...” ruby starts to stabs y/n in the stomach, “hurt the one you love...” ruby then stabs her in the chest as y/n's mouth starts coughing out blood, “the one you shouldn't hurt at all...” ruby raises her razor blade, coaxed in her beloved girlfriend's blood before slitting her throat in clean cut.

y/n gurgles a little bit before, the life fades out of y/n's eyes and she closes them for the last time as her lifeless hands drop from ruby's face.

y/n was dead but at least she died seeing her beautiful girlfriend's face for the last time. maybe y/n will meet ruby in the afterlife. she forgave ruby, after all they were in love. ruby, her ruby. she'll meet her beloved soon but for now, she'll watch over her. she'll watch as her ruby finds someone else to date and soon marry and move on from her.

deena, sam, kate, simon and josh stood in ashionment as ruby gets up off of y/n's dead body and starts walking over to them, singing her song again. the teens were too starstrucken to move their feet and run for their lives. as ruby started to walk to the group of teens, she froze into place before fainting.

the minute ruby woke up, she instantly ran to y/n's body, placing y/n's head on her lap, “y/n!! y/n!! wake up darling, please!! y/n, i'm so sorry i didn't mean too. i truly didn't mean for this to happen especially to you. y/n, you need to wake up because this is not the end for us.”

simon walked to over ruby and hugged her, the girl hugged him back tightly. “i didn't mean to kill her. i loved her. i still love her,” she whispered into simon's shirt and soon broke down in simon's arms and the boy cradled the crying girl. the boy felt his shirt getting stained with tears but he couldn't care less. he couldn't imagine losing a loved one, he felt remorse for the girl, she had no idea what she was doing.

he knew that ruby would have to live with the fact that she killed her beloved girlfriend, even though it wasn't her fault. it was all the solomon goode's fault, if he hadn't been a homophobic asshole and let sarah and hannah be gay none of this would have happened. 300 years of the shadyside curse had taken its toll once again, a possessed shadysider takes away another innocent shadysider's life.

it was history repeating itself all over again. sarah sacrificed her life for hannah and y/n sacrificed her life for ruby. sarah and y/n both loved hannah and ruby so much that they would die for them. ruby and hannah were heartbroken when their lover placed their life before their own. turns out the couples had a lot in common, they couldn't kiss in broad daylight. they both had to deal with the goodes being homophobic towards them. kate tried to negotiate with her, “it's not your fault.”

“she tried to save me and it costed her life!” ruby exclaims, pointing to y/n's dead body. tears freely stream down her face, her eyes now red from crying too much. “ruby, she's i—“ ruby shook of simon and crawled back to y/n.

“no!! i killed my girlfriend. we had a future together.” she whimpers, putting her hand on the side of y/n's cheek, already disgusted at herself for killing her own girlfriend. she'll never forgive herself for this. y/n and ruby had a future planned together, they would get married, leave shadyside, have two kids and get old and die together.

unfortunately, they were stuck with bad luck, that's all you get from being a shadysider. it's either be the hunter or the hunted, in this case, y/n was the huntress and than soon became the hunted. ruby placed a chaste kiss on her darling girlfriend's forehead for the last time as a few tears fall on y/n's face.

“i will always love you forever y/n.” ruby opens her heart locket, revealing a picture of the two young girls, smiling at each other.

all of their memories came into view, replaying in ruby's head. y/n asking ruby out, her saying yes which lead up to their first date. it wasn't really expensive, y/n knew that ruby loved singing so she took her to an auditorium where they were  all alone. ruby sang a few songs and offered y/n to sing with her. y/n tried to declined warning ruby that she can't sing but ruby ignores her and threw a mic to her.

after a few hours of y/n's off key singing, she ended the night ordering take-out, driving to an open field only covered in grass. y/n spreaded out a blanket, on the grass. after they both ate, the two girls laid underneath the stars, secretly admiring each other. who popped the question? ruby asked y/n to be her girlfriend after their 7th date.

their first kiss, ruby actually initiated the kiss after y/n got into a car accident. ruby immediately rushed to the hospital after hearing the news, once she found y/n's hospital room, she rushed over to you and hugged y/n like she would disappear in thin air. the kiss was innocent but passionate at the same time, ruby cupped y/n's face and y/n would grin into the smile totally melting into the kiss.

their first time, y/n and ruby were both virgins but made sure to take their time with one another passionately. ruby would praise y/n's body as y/n will do the same. they created a safe word just in case one of them would be uncomfortable when having sex, totally ruby's idea.

“she got us matching lockets, with each other's initials. she would have my initials and i would have hers and inside was a picture of us smiling and goofing around at each other. she would always tell me if something ever happened to either of us, we'd open our locket and it would feel that she would be standing right next to me, watching over me. i told her that i wouldn't let anything happen to her and she smiled at me and said that we all have to go someday whether we like it or not.” ruby trembles her bottom lip, tracing her hand over y/n's face in the picture in the locket with a smile on her face.

“what if there's a way that you can feel at peace with y/n?” deena asked the brunette shadysider.

“what do you have in mind?”

© asvterias, 2022. please do not copy or translate any of my works.

[wkemeup]

Losing Riley

summary: Before she met Bucky, Y/n’s world was shattered. Sam was the common thread that helped her pick up the pieces again.  pairings: riley x reader, hinted future bucky x reader warnings: character death, grief  🧡 series masterlist / series playlist

You woke to cold sheets. A hand slid over to the left side of an empty bed and your heart clenched. The startling realization settled in each morning as the distant glow of the sunrise peered through the curtains – Riley was still an ocean away and you were still emphatically alone. 

But you were determined to make the most of the day, even if Riley wasn’t there to spend it with you. It was his mother’s birthday whether he was stateside or not and you were insistent not to let the ocean waters sweep you under in his absence. So, you pressed on a smile and dragged your feet to the bathroom to tame your hair and dry your eyes. His family would be expecting you and one of your homemade cakes by the evening.  

You dared a glance at yourself in the mirror, clad only in the US Air Force t-shirt Riley had left behind. It was rich in army green color and the logo stood bright against your chest. You wondered how much wear the shirt could handle before it started to fade. It had lost Riley’s scent after you’d worn it for a week straight, the lingering glimpses of his presence dimming night by night. You could only hope it wouldn’t shrink in the wash.  

You spent the day perfecting the cake his parents had grown to crave; three-tiered and coated in layers of chocolate frosting. Billy Joel sang on the radio and you mumbled your way through the verses of We Didn’t Start the Fire to distract yourself from imagining Riley seated at the countertop, watching you with love struck smirk on his face and a dab of frosting at the corner of his lips. The book on the counter held a gentle layer of flour on the pages. It kept you company until the timer rang.  

The dress you wore was one you’d purchased with the intent to wear for a date night when Riley came home after his first tour. Though it was red in color, it was not striking or bold – instead, it was soft, almost muted, and it carried a sort of gentle effervescence to it. Modest but charming. You’d hoped it would make him smile. You hadn’t counted on how the war stealing his ability to do so.  

It was the first time you wore the dress since you bought it. Maybe you’d ask his mother to take a picture of you with the cake to send to him. He might like that. He seemed to be himself more when he was away than when he was home in your arms these days.  

You had the cab drop you at the end of the driveway. It was long enough to catch the glow of Christmas lights still draped around the trees outside and hidden under layers of snow, despite the fact that it was well into January. The suburbs were so quiet compared to the city; you’d forgotten how much you enjoyed spending time at his parent’s house. They’d welcomed you to their table, even in the months Riley was overseas. It was a burden you shared together – to be left behind.  

You’d only made it halfway up the driveway when you noticed the two men standing at the porch. They were dressed in formal uniforms, white hats held down by their hearts. You hadn’t realized you’d stopped moving until the snow started to soak into your shoes. It piled on the pointed toes of your heels.  

Riley’s mother stood in the open-door way, a vacant look upon her face. Her husband was at her side, shaking his head as he struggled to grab onto his wife before she let out a wail that echoed so painfully, birds scattered from nearby trees.  

Her knees gave way from under her as she fell to the ground in sobs. The two men in uniform did their best to comfort her, only to be shoved away. They stood back and watched a mother grieve her only son at a respectful distance. 

“Y/n?” 

Your hands were shaking. The cake tray had slipped from your fingers and fell into the snow. A mess of sweet chocolate amongst pavement and ice. The voice called your name again, concerned, frantic, and you could only vaguely make out a blurred figure racing towards you.  

Everything around you tunneled, your knees weakening as you struggled to fight against the ice under your heels and the weight suddenly barreling down on your shoulders. All you could hear was the screams of Riley’s mother as she held onto her husband, unable to move from the comfort of the ground.  

“Y/n, come with me,” the voice eased and you looked up to find Sam Wilson standing a few paces ahead of you dressed in his formal Air Force blues, gold wings on his shoulder and a series of colorful pins on his left breast. He held out a hand to you. 

“Let’s go inside, okay?” he tried again but you shook your head, eyes darting back to Riley’s mother.  

You tried to take in another breath but found it shallow, as if your lungs had collapsed beside your heart in mutual surrender.  

“You’re having a panic attack,” Sam told you calmly. “I need you to listen to me, okay? Focus on my voice.” 

You nodded quickly, tears burning in your eyes, though you couldn’t tell if it was from the shattered remains in your chest or the light headedness pulling your vision under. Sam bent down and grabbed a handful of snow. 

“Here. Feel this,” he ordered evenly, placing the snow in your bare hand. He stepped back, shaking out his gloves. “It’s cold, right?” 

Yes, you tried to say though the word didn’t quite leave your lips. It stung, but there was a comfort in it. You watched as it melted in your palm, your skin burning from where it had been.  

“Smells like Christmas trees out here, doesn’t it?” Sam added, taking in a deep breath. He smiled. “Reminds me of the tree farms I used to go to with my dad every year growing up.” 

You followed his lead, taking in as much of a breath as your body would allow. He was right, it did smell like pines. Riley’s family planted a few along their property line because his mother loved Christmas so much. It smelled like Fraser and Balsam Fir all year round.  

You concentrated on the smell of the trees, the chocolate that had scattered into the snow in clumps of frosting and cake; the sound of Sam’s voice, of Riley’s mother’s cries; the feel of the chill on your skin and the snow in your hand. You focused until you could draw in a full breath enough to make sense of the destruction around you. 

“He’s dead, isn’t he?” you asked, voice trembling on the verge of tears.  

Sam’s shoulders fell, a terrible longing pressed over his features. “I’m so sorry, Y/n.” 

Despite your efforts, your knees buckled in mirror to Riley’s mother. Sam caught you before you could hit the ground, his arms encasing around you as your body fought the violent tremors shaking through you. You cried against his jacket, as the snow built upon your shoulders and wet your hair. You cried until there was little else your body could give. 

*** 

You barely remembered the funeral.  

A folded flag had been placed in the lap of Riley’s mother as she sobbed. A casket had been lowered into the ground. Guns fired in salute and you flinched at each one as they echoed against the stormy grey skies. Sam held your hand through the entire ceremony, squeezing it hard enough to leave a mark when it looked like you were teetering on the edge of an endless void. He stayed on your couch that night and pretended not to hear as you cried yourself to sleep. 

There was an emptiness that took hold of you when Riley left for his first tour, but there was still a lingering hope. You’d managed to hold onto the image of a man at war and his woman waiting for him to return. He wrote often and you kept each letter in a shoe box under the bed. It was a script of a movie you’d learned to follow – the scraps of love you could grasp from the shores of the Atlantic.  

When he came home, he was hollow. He wasn’t the man you’d kissed goodbye with a cheesy, hopeful grin on his face. He’d lost the spark behind his eye and the glow in his skin. He became withdrawn and angry; lashing out when you reached to him with an anchor in your hand as if he favored the unforgiving currents pulling him under.  

The time you spent with him before he left again hurt worse than when he was gone. He longed for the sky like a bird with a broken wing. It was within reach, so close and so impossibly far from his grasp. He pushed you away, convinced you would never understand the resentment he carried towards civilian life and the utter inability to conform to it.  

Perhaps he was right. You’d shouted it yourself one night until you were both hoarse and in tears. You would never understand, but it didn’t mean you couldn’t try, that you didn’t love him any less.  

You’d seen the way the war had hurt him. It shoved nightmares to his dreams and panic in his veins. It made him hypervigilant and paranoid. It isolated him from his friends and family. It made him feel like a monster in the skin of a man, pretending to be someone he wasn’t; smiling through aching muscles as if he were a portrait hanging in a museum.  

He pretended to be fine. He pretended to try. He never was.  

It didn’t surprise you the day he told you he was going back.  

Still – you begged. Despite the tears, the months of heartache and panic attacks and night terrors, you were desperate for him to stay. You were desperate to rebuild what the war had broken between you. You loved him and it wasn’t enough.  

After he left, you tried to pretend as he did – that everything was fine, that you didn’t feel an ache in your chest at the thought of him, that you were a woman waiting on your soldier to return home.  

He was more himself when he called. He became the Riley you remembered in the beginning; full of hope and eager to prove himself. He smiled often and laughed as his friends teased him for the blush in his cheeks when you appeared on the screen. It was those moments that encouraged you to hang on, that reminded you why he was worth the pain and heartache.  

Those moments gave you hope that this time would be different. When Riley came home, the two of you would be just fine. The soldier and his girl.  

Always optimistic. Always sunny. Always finding silver linings. 

You should have known better than that.  

*** 

Mrs. Jefferson was surprised the day you showed up at work dressed in shades of grey and black, returning the piles of books you had yet to read.  

“You should go home, dear,” she eased, slipping the glasses from the bridge of her nose to rest on the beads against her chest. “It’s too soon for you to be at work.” 

“I’m fine,” you mumbled. You didn’t put much effort into the lie but you couldn’t stand to be in your apartment another second longer. It was too quiet, too empty. You’d never lived with Riley but his things were scattered around your place. The Air Force shirt sat crumbled at the foot of your bed.  

“Honey, you forget that I know what you are going through,” Mrs. Jefferson sighed, placing a trembling hand over yours. You paused. “Be patient with yourself. Have kindness for the man you lost. You’ll see the sun again, my dear. I promise.” 

You didn’t know whether it was the tenderness in her words or the way her aged hand curled around yours that broke you. Tears blurred over your eyes and you sank into her embrace as she drew circles against your spine. If the visitors noticed your grief, they did not say anything. For that, you were grateful.  

*** 

It took time before you could think of Riley without crying. Months, maybe, but it was progress. Sam stopped by daily in the beginning, showing up with coffee and donuts from Luciana’s and forcing you to get out of bed just to open the door for him before he woke the neighbors. You’d come to expect him and started to ready yourself before he arrived.  

He swung by after work some days with takeout and some weekends he dragged you to his friend Steve’s house where they watched football and you filled your stomach with nachos and buffalo chicken dip.  

He taught you to smile again despite yourself because Sam was infectious no matter how deep the void you’d caged yourself in. It was impossible not to return his smile, impossible not to try for a man who so genuinely wanted you to succeed. He was Riley’s partner and he knew Riley on a level not even you had seen. Sam grieved different than you did, but he grieved nonetheless. It was something you shared in. Something you overcame together, too.  

The day he brought you to the VA, you’d dragged your feet the whole way.  

“Trust me, kid,” Sam urged, yanking your hand along the sidewalk, but you planted your feet. Sam rolled his eyes. “Do it for Riley.” 

Your jaw dropped, though Sam started to smirk. “Don’t evoke Riley’s name to guilt me into working for the people who took him from us, Sam!”  

“I’m guilting you into volunteering. Let’s make that clear,” Sam retorted. “I’m not paying you shit.” 

You laughed despite the frown on your face.  

“Second, these guys aren’t the big shots who sit in their cozy offices while our boots on the ground see the real fight,” Sam said, squeezing your hand. He wasn’t teasing anymore. His smile was genuine as his features softened, a sad sort of memory on his mind. “They’re guys like Riley, Y/n. Guys who could use the help he should have had.” 

Your lips parted, unable to come up with an excuse to say next. You thought of Riley curled up on the floor with his hands pressed over his ears as fireworks lit up the sky on New Year’s Eve. You thought of the dark circles under his eyes from sleepless dreams and the toll it took on your relationship. You thought of the shame he felt for pushing you away, for being unable to stop himself from hurting you, too.  

You shook your head. “I don’t know if I’m strong enough for that, Sam.” 

“Just come with me to the open house,” Sam tried, tugging on your hand and this time, you let him drag you a few steps. “If it’s too much, I won’t push it again...” he bit his lip, “until next year.” 

“Fine!” you laughed, falling in stride with him as he fist pumped the air in victory. “I don’t know how Riley put up with you for so long.” 

“With much reluctance,” Sam snickered. 

It felt nice to be able to talk about Riley without it hurting. It still ached, but it was a pleasant ache – like maybe remembering him didn’t have to be a bad thing, like maybe it could bring you a little joy, too.  

Sam brought you into his office first to draw you away from the crowds. It gave you a chance to take off your coat and ease yourself into the surroundings before Sam inevitably threw a handful of strangers on you with terrible stories and sad faces to convince you to stay.  

“I just gotta find a file for Steve and we can head out to the main room, alright?”  

You nodded, taking the time to look around Sam’s office. It wasn’t anything like you’d pictured it to be. You’d expected it to be in chaos – disorganized, with papers stacked high on the desk and a basketball hoop hanging over the trash bin – but it was rather professional. He had awards framed on the wall, metals encased in glass. File cabinets labeled and not a pen out of place.  

But it was the photo sitting on his desk that drew your attention. You picked it up, recognizing Sam at the center in his Air Force uniform and a younger, more doe-eyed Steve Rogers who stood beside him dressed in army greens. But there was a third man hanging off Sam’s left shoulder you didn’t know. 

He was handsome. Smile bright enough to rival even that of Sam’s. With short, brown hair and eyes as blue as you’d ever seen, you wondered whether his face might be one you’d see out in the crowd of veterans gathered in the lobby.  

“That’s Bucky,” Sam grinned, pointing to the man in the photo. “He’s still out on tour.” 

You handed Sam the picture, tucking your hair behind your ear nervously, and he seemed to enjoy how flustered you were.  

“He’s scheduled to be home next year though,” Sam added, studying for your reaction. “I’ll see if I can get him to swing by if... you know... you’re volunteering here.”  

You glared at Sam until he broke into laughter.  

“Come on, I’ll introduce you to the regulars,” Sam grinned, grabbing your hand and dragging you out into the crowd in the lobby.  

You knew before Steve’s presentation on the services at the VA even began that Sam had tied your heart with string to this building and the people in it. You saw Riley’s face in everyone who shook your hand – from the petite, red headed woman with a questionable background and kind eyes to the son of a billionaire who had joined the Air Force in rebellion and found he rather liked being just ‘one of the guys.’ 

It was as if you could feel a hand on your back, urging you forward, into the arms of these people and the compassion they could give to you. You wondered if Sam knew that it would be as much a kindness to you as you could be for them, to be able to give your time to this place. Ideas began to spring in your mind of how you could bring your love of books to your work here and how much you’d missed reading yourself. 

Maybe this place could heal you, too.  

It took a single glance from Sam across the room to know he’d convinced you. He smiled, raising a glass of cheap red wine, and nodded. It was the first time in months you’d felt a glimmer of hope, a reason to be excited, a possibility for good amongst the broken.  

You clung onto it with everything you had.  

[1-800-hellraiser]

Hey lad can you make a Yandere David Headcanons you know from Camp Camp?

Ofc! I put this into a oneshot bc I feel bad for not givving y'all enough content recently:")

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Requested by: Sam Clumsy (On Tumblr)

Image Credit: Mommy 🐇 on Pinterest 

Words: 1,131

Aged up: Nope

Song: Saccharine - Jazmin Bean

Genre: Angst

Pairing: Yan!David x Reader

!TWS!: Yandere/obsessive behavior, mentions of murder, gore, and swearing

(A/n: I'm so sorry this is so late y'all. Not only am I busy with school, but I got sick and now I'm behind :") But its okay! I'm getting better, and I hope updates will be more frequent :))

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"Everything you do, I'm obsessed with you. I don't mean to scare, but you're just so cute."

      You've been seeing David for how long now? Four months? You and David met at a bar, the poor guy was sobbing with a shirley temple in one hand, and a crumbled picture of a woman and him in the other. You assumed this to be his ex. You sat down next to him, asking him if you could buy him a drink. You've been in the same position before, so you could empathize with him. He nodded his head and you bought him a light alcoholic drink, because just by looking at him, you know he's very lightweight. 

       And that brings you to today, driving over to his house. You wanted to inquire about your best friend, Fraser, suddenly going missing after he sent you some...worrying messages. For example "David is fucking insane" and "I'm pretty sure he knows we talk, and he doesn't like us talking. I know what he's going to do." You did get some weird vibes off of him when you two hung out more and more. He seemed very obsessive and controlling, like he didn't want you talking to anyone except him. And only him.

     Although you brushed off this strange behavior, maybe he was clinging onto someone he just met because the love of his life just dumped him? You don't know, but that's how you rationalize it. You pull into the driveway of a white house with burgundy shutters, David's house. You get out of your car and hesitantly knock on the door. You stand and wait for a couple minutes then knock again. This time, when you knocked, the door opened ajar. You peek into the house through the crack in the door and see bloody footprints going down the hall. You gasp silently and rush into the house, not even bothering to take your shoes off. 

       Following the trail of footprints, you find yourself standing in front of the bathroom. You can hear soft humming coming from inside. You open the door to reveal a blood-soaked David, washing his hands of the crimson liquid in the now lightly dyed porcelain sink. "Oh Y/n! It's pleasant of you to stop by~" he purrs with a sinister tone. Your eyes go wide and you hand instinctively covers your mouth as you back away. "D-david, what the fuck did you do?" You manage to say, still shocked and now terrified. "Oh, I took care of some...business." he chuckles darkly, giving you a ominously lusty look. You gulp, trying to force out more words. "What does that mean?" You say, finally getting over your initial shock and now into full blown fear. 

      "Lets just say...Fraser won't be bothering you anymore, love~" he laughs maniacally. You cover your mouth with your hand and step backwards as David steps closer. You become nauseous at the smell of human rot and blood that David wears instead of his usual pine and campfire smoke. You resist the urge to scream when he cups your face with his bloody hand, knowing it will only make things worse for you. "Oh darling, you can scream if you want to." David says, as he leans in really close to your hear. "I love it when you scream~" he purrs into your hear, you manage to swallow the lump in your throat and try to shove him off of you.

      No matter how hard you shove, David doesn't budge. You use your last resort effort and manage to pull out your pocket knife and cut his cheek. He drops his lustful look for a more guilty and shocked one. He puts his hand to the cut and winces when his hand makes contact with it. "Honey, why would you do that..?" He whispers, looking like a kicked puppy. "You fucking killed Fraser David! Then you started coming at me, I got scared!" Your voice cracked as you yelled.

      Tears form in your eyes, David immediately feels regret and guilt. "I'm sorry sweetheart..." he says, holding you in a gentle embrace. You shoved him away. "Get away from me you freak!" You yell as you sprint to the front door. David gets up and yells for you to wait and stop. You don't listen, when your hand graces the door handle, something hits the back of your head really hard. Your vision goes dark as you pass out. David sighs, he really didn't want to have to do this. But you gave him no choice. 

      David hoists your unconscious body over his shoulder and carries you downstairs to his basement. His basement is rank, and smells of mothballs. His basement is full of random things and junk. David moves a tall cardboard box out of the way to reveal a rusty door. He opens the door to a long, dimly lit hallway with another door at the end. He walks up to the other door and opens it. It leads to another room that smell less rank.  The room has a medieval dungeon type theme. A black chandelier hangs from the ceiling, handcuffs and chains hang from the walls.

      A pole sits in the middle of the room along with an oddly comfortable looking chair. A black chest sits at the back if the room. Its filled with rope and other...items. He starts to hum a campfire song as he works. He sits your body up on the chair and goes to the aforementioned chest and pulls out some red rope. He ties up your body snugly to the pole. After he's done, he admires his work. After that, David shuts the door and locks it. Then he shuts the other door and locks it. He puts everything back into place and goes upstairs to finish cleaning up his mess. 

       A couple hours later, you wake up and immediately start screaming for help. A couple minutes later, David bursts into the room. "What happened dear?!" He says frantically . "DAVID YOU FUCKING WHORE WHY AM I HERE?!" You scream at him, he chuckles nonchalantly. "What do you mean darling? You're right where you're meant to be~" David says, that chuckle turning into maniacal laughter. You then realized that you're probably never going to escape him.  

[maaarine]

MBTI Typing Index: Names E-F

Name starts with: A B, C D, E F,  G H, I J K L, M N O P, Q R S T, U V W X Y Z.

Clint EASTWOOD (ISTJ)

Scott EASTWOOD (ESTP)

Joel EDGERTON (ENFJ)

Zac EFRON (ESFJ)

Jennifer EGAN (ENTJ)

Jennifer EHLE (INFJ)

Billie EILISH (ISFP)

Albert EINSTEIN (INTP)

Jesse EISENBERG (INTP)

Idris ELBA (ESTP)

Ólafur ELÍASSON (INFJ)

Sam ELLIOTT (ISTP)

Roméo ELVIS (ESTP)

Eminem / Marshall MATHERS (ISTP)

Brian ENO (INFJ)

Aurélien ENTHOVEN (INTP)

Nora EPHRON (ENTJ)

Giancarlo ESPOSITO (ENFP)

Sofia ESSAIDI (ESFJ)

Chris EVANS (ESFJ)

Rupert EVERETT (ENFP)

Seth EVERMAN (INTP)

Adèle EXARCHOPOULOS (ESFP)

Lara FABIAN (ENFJ)

Paloma FAITH (ESFP)

Jimmy FALLON (ESFJ)

Vera FARMIGA (INFJ)

Colin FARRELL (ENFP)

Ronan FARROW (ENTJ)

Mia FARROW (INFP)

Negin FARSAD (ENFP)

Michael FASSBENDER (ESTP)

Anthony FAUCI (INTJ)

Leslie FEIST (INFJ)

Lisa FELDMAN BARRETT (ENTJ)

Beanie FELDSTEIN (ENFJ)

Emerald FENNELL (ENFJ)

Craig FERGUSON (ENFP)

America FERRERA (ENFJ)

Tim FERRISS (ENTJ)

Tina FEY (ENTP)

Richard FEYNMAN (ENTP)

Noel FIELDING (ENFP)

Dominic FIKE (ISFP)

François FILLON (ISTJ)

Travis FIMMEL (ISTP)

David FINCHER (INTJ)

Colin FIRTH (INFJ)

Mark FISCHBACH (ENTP)

Bobby FISCHER (ENTP)

Carrie FISHER (ENFP)

FKA twigs / Tahliahj BARNETT (ISFP)

Carrie Hope FLETCHER (ENFJ)

Jonathan Safran FOER (INFJ)

Jane FONDA (ENFJ)

Liz FONG-JONES (INTP)

Craig FOSTER (INFP)

Jodie FOSTER (ENTJ)

Harrison FORD (ISTP)

Tom FORD (ENFJ)

Megan FOX (ISFJ)

Jamie FOXX (ESTP)

Nils FRAHM (INTJ)

Tan FRANCE (ESFJ)

Anne FRANK (ENFP)

Aretha FRANKLIN (ESTP)

Connor FRANTA (ESFJ)

Jonathan FRANZEN (INTP)

Brendan FRASER (INFP)

Martin FREEMAN (ENTP)

Morgan FREEMAN (ENFJ)

Edward FRENKEL (ENFP)

Lex FRIDMAN (INTJ)

Milton FRIEDMAN (ENTP)

Karl FRISTON (INTP)

John FRUSCIANTE (INFP)

Stephen FRY (ENFJ)

Cary FUKUNAGA (INFJ)

Bryan FULLER (INFP)

Nelly FURTADO (ESFP)

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[bee-kathony]

Outlander Review - Season Four

“America The Beautiful” - Episode One

“Oh beautiful, for heroes proved, In liberating strife, Who more than self, our country loved, And mercy more than life”

This was an incredible season premiere in my opinion. There was iconic book lines and while some people complain that it doesn’t fit into the scene, I for one am a fan every time. The pacing of the episode overall was a bit interesting, now having watching it for a second time, I’m hoping that it will change to be a bit more smooth in later episodes. The CGI was not so good, actually it was pretty bad most of the time, which is disappointing but at least Fraser’s Ridge won’t be CGI :) There wasn’t much that I disliked about the episode, other than the wigs ofc and the CGI.

Hearing Claire’s voice at the beginning gave me absolute chills and I was reminded once again why I love this show. Seeing Jamie on screen, his tricorn in place W O W. I think it’s incredible how it feels like Sam and Cait really know their characters, like its second nature to them.

Stephen Bonnet can go die. Watching him talk with Claire about the rings and then knowing what was going to happen was so hard to watch bc he’s evil and manipulative. He’s also very attractive haha, but imo Bonnet is a better villain than BJR bc you don’t know he’s evil at first. BJR was evil and everyone knew it. Bonnet is charming and sly.

T H E R M O D Y N A M I C S

Set me on fire. Pls. I’m burning already. Again… the editing was a little weird, like we have them talking about sleeping outside and then cut to Jamie with his shirt off, fire built, Claire in her shift, just felt like a weird cut. But other than that, I loved this scene for obvious reasons ahem. The book quotes made me heart flutter and seeing the way that Jamie and Claire look at each other after so many years is what it’s all about. This sexy time scene was H O T but also incredibly intimate with their hands just trying to hold on to each other so tightly. Claire needed to feel alive and this scene is them loving one another, heads pushed together, breathing in each other and it’s messy and lovely and exactly what it needed to be for the moment. WELL DONE. (Also hey sam and Cait we see you)

I love the scene when Jamie and Claire tell the rest of the clan about wanting to stay in America and then O M G, Fergus and Marsali are pregnant! What I’m most excited about is that Marsali is pregnant with the wee fiend Germain, who I LOVE from later books and Jamie and Claire are officially going to be grandparents (wink wink). 

Then the governor’s scene was a nice setup for what’s to come and leading up to the ridge and then we Segway into Claire telling Jamie that perhaps they should stay in America. We have the sweet moment of Jamie wanting to make the country a good place for Bree in the future and we all tear up.

M E D I C I N E  B O X

“24 years ago, I married ye Sassenach. I hope I havena given ye cause to regret it.” THIS! The whole scene was wonderful, starting with Jamie carrying Claire off the top of the boat and her little giggle (hello Cait) and then the beautiful moment when Jamie gives her the box as a wedding present. This scene is heartbreaking however bc of the foreshadowing of Claire saying that the ring from Jamie is all she ever needs.

The final scene of the episode was haunting. Fraser & Co. are sleeping peacefully and someTHEFRICKhow Bonnet and his men takeover the boat and FREAKING KILL LESLEY AND BEAT JAMIE UP! Enter Ray Charles’ “America The Beautiful” and it completely adds chills and a whole new level to the scene. Bonnet was once again his charming self, using their weaknesses against them. Once he has Claire alone, the look on her face brought me to tears. He screams but the music plays over and Cait’s acting here is superb and she deserves every award already. The emotion that she feels is visceral through the screen and I was sobbing til the very end, begging Bonnet not to take the ring, which ofc ended up being Jamie’s, a good switch from Fronk’s for obvious reasons later on. We’re left with Jamie, bloody and beaten crawling in to see Lesley dead and his wife fallen on the floor, coughing up Fronk’s ring, her heart crushed to find out that Jamie’s ring (the Key to Lallybroch) one of the two things Jamie had left her with was gone. To me, this hurt like a bitch and was up there with the pain and loss of when they parted at the stones.

This episode was just what I wanted for a season premiere and I’m looking forward to what the rest of the season has to come! Now…. FRASER’S RIDGE, FRASER’S RIDGE, FRASER’S RIDGE!

[kdfrqqg]

The perfect one -- Dec 16th

Dean x Reader, with Sam

Word Count: 445

A/N: This was written for @webcricket advent challenge.  Today’s prompt: Finding the perfect Christmas tree.

Yes, I know I should have posted this yesterday but between baking about 4 dozen cookies and going to a party I sorta ran out of time to format this thing properly.

Warnings: Complete fluff like Hallmark channel fluff, smidgen of sexual  innuendo

Blue spruces, Fraser fir and Scots pines sat already cut on the tree farm two hours away from the bunker.  You walked the aisles in awe, finding it hard to pick the perfect one.  Some were full but were missing a limb or two, a few were too short, it needed to be at least eight feet so that the boys didn’t dwarf the tree.  

“What about this one?” Sam pointed to a thin but tall fir tree.

“No it’s not wide enough.” You whined. “It just doesn’t scream Christmas.” You moved down the aisle to check out another few.  Mumbles fell from your lips as you found a reason to dismiss each and everyone.  

“(Y/N), you know Dean will love whatever you pick.  We’ve had a two foot potted tree before with air fresheners as ornaments.” Sam informed.

“You did not?” You cringed when you question back.

“Oh yeah! And I was one who put that Christmas together.” He admitted.

You gave him a chuckle with a judging side eye, “it’s my first Christmas with y'all and I want it perfect.”

“And you want to impress Dean.” Sam interjected.

“And I want to impress Dean.” You sighed your confession.

“Let’s just find one, because I have an idea for you to finally show Dean your interest.” He suggested.

Sam and you set up the tree and ornaments and he hung a piece of mistletoe over the doorway separating the library and the hallway. Sam heard the roar of the Impala pulling into the garage.  “Dean will be here in a minute.  Hold these and stand here.” Sam quickly kissed your cheek. “You’ll do great.”

Dean walked in and was immediately drawn to the huge tree as he called out, “(Y/N)!”

“Hey Dean,” you said softly. His eyes raked over the most beautiful sight ever, you, in jeans and a large white men’s shirt with a large red ribbon tied around your waist, holding a pie in one hand and a beer in the other.  “Merry Christmas!”

Dean closed the gap between you, “Merry Christmas to me.” He told himself almost making his voice crack. You leaned up and chastely kissed his lips. He took the beer and the pie from your hands sitting them on a table before his lips were on yours once more.  “So are you my Christmas present?”

“Yes, Mr. Winchester, would you like to unwrap me?” You asked with a beaming smile.

“Absolutely!” He flung you over his shoulder, making you laugh and set you on his bed and that Christmas two long time friends became lovers with the help of a peculiarly large elf by the name of Sam Winchester.

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Couples Halloween Costumes

fearstreet characters x reader

requested: no, but its October so..

(a/n: 1/2 of my apology posts LMFAO also all of these are just random photos I think would fit??)

w: none, modern!au???

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Josh Johnson

Kate Schmidt

Simon Kalivoda

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Cindy Berman

Alice

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[whispersandwhiskerburn]

It’s Traditional

Angel’s 2017 Christmas Drabble #10 (Christmas Drabbles List)

Request: @dubuforeveralone said: I love the idea of your Christmas drabbles. :D I think one with the reader trying to share her Christmas traditions with Castiel that she used to have with her family before becoming a hunter, like ice skating and then going to pick out the perfect tree for the holiday. ^_^ Pairing:  Castiel x Reader Word Count: 1,675 Warnings: Some angsty bits, but mostly it’s touching and fluffy. :D Author’s Note: For many people, Christmas is bittersweet. If you’ve lost loved ones, the holidays can be a time where you miss them more than usual. For a hunter, I imagine that would be even more so. With this fic I tried to bring those emotions in realistically and end with some hopeful happiness with my favorite angelic being. Because if Christmas is anything to me, it’s about hope.

Sometimes Castiel’s disconnect from the human world could be a real challenge.

It wasn’t something you were unwilling to face for the sake of the Angel who had done so much for the world, and for you and the Winchesters especially, but it did lead to some awkward conversations.

Some things were funny--watching him learn how to work human electronics, for instance. Some things were adorable--when he tried to match cultural and societal norms when it came to being in a relationship with you (the first time he took you on an actual date would live in your memory long after you were dead and gone from this world). And some things were just painful.

“I don’t really know how to explain Christmas to you, Cass.”

The two of you were in one of the classic cars from the Bunker’s garage, on the way back home from a case you’d worked without the Winchesters. Not exactly the most romantic of getaways, chasing after and stabbing a shapeshifter and demon tag team, but hey--in the hunting life, you took every chance of togetherness you could get.

It was mid-December so all the houses and businesses had decorations out which had prompted a few questions from your angelic lover.

“It’s not really a hunter thing, the holidays.” You tried to keep the bitterness from your voice, but based on the quizzical look in his blue eyes, you hadn’t succeeded.

“What about before you were a hunter? What was Christmas to you then?”

You considered not answering.

It wasn’t something you wanted to talk about.

But you and Castiel had an agreement--complete honesty, as much as possible. He could read your mind, but you couldn’t read his, so it was a policy you insisted on. He’d kept his end of the bargain, so you couldn’t fail on your side now.

Besides, that policy had advantages in the bedroom too, you thought with a small smile.

You kept your eyes on the road, but your mind flashed back as you tried to paint a picture with your words. If you were going to answer Castiel’s question, you were going to do it right.

“What is Christmas? It’s traditional. It’s a time at the end of every year for family, and friends, to get together and celebrate and honor their own traditions.”

You went quiet, not done answering, just not sure where to go next.

“What kind of traditions?” Castiel prompted gently.

“All kinds, I suppose. Every family, every culture, they all celebrate in their own way. And that’s okay, you know? That’s the way that it should be. When I was young we had a couple of traditions that I particularly loved.

“I grew up in a cold area, so December was always filled with snow and ice. My friends and I would always go ice skating the first day of Christmas break--we’d stay out for hours, racing each other, trying to do tricks, falling and goofing off.” You smiled at the memory, and noticed that Cass was smiling too in your periphery.

“My parents always had a tradition of getting a fresh Fraser fir--minimum of seven feet tall--and putting it up the second week of December. It was my job to put the star, or the angel” you giggled, looking at your passenger, “on top, and to water it for the rest of the month. We would all decorate it together, putting lights and handmade ornaments and popcorn strings and candy canes on the limbs. We’d laugh and blare Christmas music and sing along.”

You went quiet again, your voice losing some of the joy as your thoughts turned more serious, “that’s some of the best memories I have of my parents. The two of them smiling, laughing, trading kisses when they thought I wasn’t looking, decorating the tree with me. My dad fixing the bulbs that wouldn’t blink right, my mom helping me tie string or hooks to the ornaments to get them to stay on the smaller branches.

“And that’s the problem, Cass. Christmas is about laughter, and light; traditions and families--all things that the hunter lifestyle… well, all those things get left behind in this job. We see too much darkness to play with twinkle lights.”

You noticed Cass’s frown, but he must have also noticed your tone, and realized that you didn’t want to talk about this subject any more. He was learning to pick up on those type of subtleties more and more these days.

So the two of you drove on past the houses lit up with lights and blow-up Santas, neither of you saying a word as the sun set and the miles drifted by.

You should have expected a conspiracy.

It was rare for the boys to insist you do the grocery runs. Sam was particular about what type of veggies were in the fridge, and Dean always liked to have an excuse to wander by the bakery section of the market in search of pies to bring home.

But they had both suggested you should go instead--at the time, you had believed them of just being lazy procrastinators who honestly didn’t seem to care if the milk was almost sour and that they were almost out of coffee grounds.

Now, though? Now you were walking back into a bunker that was quiet. Far too quiet.

Your instincts were screaming, “trap!”, and if you had been anywhere other than the heavily warded bunker, you’d have let your gun lead the way into the building. Instead, you held your breath, listening through the hallways that carried sound so well, hoping for a clue of what awaited you.

And you got one, strange as it was.

“Christmas, Christmas time is here, time for joy and time for cheer…”

Alvin and the Chipmunks? What the literal Hell?

You strode cautiously down the hall, gripping the grocery bags tightly, then pausing as you reached the doorway of the main room. In the alcove where the giant telescope stood, a giant tree was now blocking it from view. The music was louder here, and just as ridiculous, but not quite as surprising as the colored lights blinking around the room, and the pile of as-yet unstrung decorations littering the normally pristine table, obviously meant for the enormous tree.

Sam and Dean weren’t in sight, but you saw movement in the kitchen and followed it on autopilot, moving in a daze.

Castiel was there, in the kitchen, standing next to the counter that was off-limits to everyone except Dean without his permission, working with string and a giant bowl of popcorn. He was making a popcorn chain.

He looked up, knowing you were there of course, and smiled at whatever look was on your face.

You dropped the bags off on a free bit of table space and walked over to the old-school stereo that Cass had gotten from who-knows-where, turning the music down to a background level.

“Well? What do you think, Y/N?”

You couldn’t really put your thoughts into words yet. You pivoted, looking back at the room in time to see Sam and Dean coming down the hall, carrying candy canes and extension cords, and freezing in their tracks when they spotted you, guilty smiles creeping onto their faces.

You turned back to Cass, walking closer to him. “It’s… I don’t know what to… why?”

Castiel put down his half-strung chain and walked over, pulling you into his arms for a hug. You clung to him a bit, surprised to find yourself shaking a little in shock. This had been the absolute last thing you had expected, this random scene from your childhood, recreated in the space where you all talked about demons and monsters.

Cass leaned back a little, not breaking the embrace but bringing his hands up to frame your face, his thumbs caressing the soft skin over your cheekbones.

“Because you, Y/N, you deserve light and laughter in your life. You make the world a better, safer place every day… and you certainly make mine better every moment.” He smiled, and the water started gathering in your eyes.

“You said Christmas was about traditions with family. Well, we’re family, and we can make our own traditions.” He finished the last on a whisper, his thumbs now wiping away the tears that had slipped out over your eyelids.

“Y/N?”

You couldn’t think of what to say, so you settled for pulling him down, and kissing him with all the emotions that were brimming inside of you. It was an expression of tenderness, gratitude, and love, and Castiel returned it in full measure.

You were starting to really enjoy yourself when you heard one of the Winchesters give a fake cough behind you, reminding the two of you of their presence. You broke off the kiss and threw a look over your shoulder at the two of them, grinning like fools as they held up pieces of decorations.

“You know you have to help us with these, right, Y/N?” Sam was cajoling, apparently out of his depth.

You laughed a little and shook your head, not a “no” but more of a “what is happening right now” kind of way.

Then Dean made the moment even better: “What do you think, Y/N? Star or angel on top?”

You felt Castiel’s chuckle resonate against your chest and you blushed a little, surprised that he would get that innuendo. He was becoming more and more worldly all the time.

“For the tree? Star on top.”

You turned back to Castiel, and gave him a brief kiss, closing your eyes and praying to him at the same time, you, my Angel, will have to wait till tonight to be on top.

Castiel’s arms tightened around you briefly in acknowledgement, then he released you, and you stepped away.

You turned up the Christmas music and went to help Sam as “Jingle Bell Rock” blared through the speakers.

Creating new traditions with your family at Christmas--sometimes, miracles really did happen.

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[hazelmcnellis]

📚 #readbooks30dayschallenge - Tag 11 + 12: #Buch für Entdecker & Lieblingsprotagonist 📚 . Für Tag 11 dachte ich ja erst an "Die Vermessung der Welt" - aber das hatte mir zur Schulzeit ja so gar nicht recht gefallen. 🤔😅 Deshalb gibt es stattdessen jetzt den absoluten MEGA-#Buchkracher, nämlich... . 💕JAMIIIIIIIE 💕😍👍😂 . Mal ehrlich, Diana Gabaldon hat mich 2002 (oder '03) mit "Feuer und Stein" in ihren Bann gezogen - aber so richtig! Ich hab es einfach inhaliert, weil die Geschichte so phänomenal ist. Ich war vom Fleck weg sehr von James Alexander Malcolm MacKenzie Fraser überzeugt. 👌😁 Schottische Highlands, Zeitreise und dann noch DIE Lovestory schlechthin?! Perfekt! 👌😍😅 . Ernsthaft: Ich glaube, wer die Highland-Saga nicht liest, der verpasst was. Denn die Autorin hat hier keine hübsche Plüschrosa-Wolke7-Liebesgeschichte in zahlreiche Bände verstaut. Die Romane sind vielmehr alles, aber ganz sicher nicht kitschig. Das A bis Z der Highland-Saga: . A - Abenteuer B - Brutalität C - Culloden D - 》Du bist Blut von meinem Blute und Fleisch von meinem Fleische. Ich schenke dir meinen Leib, auf daß wir eins sein mögen. Ich schenke dir meine Seele, bis wir unser Leben aushauchen.《 E - England F - Fesselnd 😎😜 G - Große Gefühle H - Hexen & Heiler & Highlander & Historie! I - Irrsinnig spannend J - JAMIE! 😁 K - Krankheiten & Kämpfe L - Love, love LOVE 💟 (& Loyalität 😉) M - Mord 💀 & 》Mo duinne《😍 N - Neue Welt O - Oh. Überraschung! 😁 P - Perfekter Detailreichtum Q - Querbeet, über die halbe Welt R - Rache 😬 & Romanzen 😄 S - Sassenach & Schottland & Schifffahrt & starke Frauen/Männer 💪😊 T - Trennungen, Trauer, Tod U - Ungerechtigkeiten V - Vergewaltigung 🙈 W - Wahnsinn X - Xtra langer Lesespaß 😁 Y - ??? 😱😅 Z - Zeitreise 👌😎 . PS: Ist Sam Heughan nicht absolut fantastisch als Jamie?!? 😍😆😉 . #lesen #ichliebelesen #bookish #bookstagram #bücher #book #books #buchliebe #buchliebhaber #buchjunkie #dianagabaldon #jamiefraser #jamiefraserforever #outlander #buchtipp #lesetipp #buchempfehlung #ilovebooks #instabooks #instaread #autorenleben #fangirling #timetraveller #awesomewriter

[word-salad]

Due South ABC

A is for: Alert, Adventure, A Hundred of Air, Arctic, Asylum

B is for: Bark Tea, Buddy Breathing, Boat-ships, Bodyheat, Boxing, Basketball, Baseball, Bob

C is for: Closets, Cabin, Canada, Chicago, Caribou, Curling, Consulate, Canoe, Cauliflower, Chicago

D is for: Donuts, Diefenbaker, Deaf Half-Wolf, Defenestration

E is for: Eclipse, Exploring, Evidence

F is for: Franklin, Fraser, Friendship, Fishing Over the Limit

G is for: GTO, Guilt Lessons, Glasses, Geiger

H is for: Henley, Horrible Ghost Dads, Hockey, Henry Allen, Hypothermia, Handcuffs

I is for: Inukshuk, Inuktitut, Inuvik, Ice Crevasse

J is for: Jodhpurs, Juncture

K is for: Kissing underwater, Kowalski

L is for: Lingible, Lanyard, Love at first sight, Long Johns, Looouuuu Scagnetti, Loyalty

M is for: Mounties, Moose, Maple Leaf, Milk Duds

N is for: Northwest Passage, NWT, Not Saying Anything, Nice Pile of Rocks

O is for: Otters, Oh Dear

P is for: Proper Preparation Prevents Poor Performance, Pemmican

Q is for: Queerness, Quest

R is for: Ray(s), Red Serge, Riviera, RCMP, RCW 139

S is for: Stetson, Sam Browne Belt, Subcutaneous Fat, Smarties, Stan Rogers, Sleeping Bags, Shoulder Holsters

T is for: Turtles, Tuning Fork, Two Axes, Thank You Kindly, The Lake They Call Michigan

U is for: Understood

V is for: Vecchio

W is for: Wolf, West Racine, Wilderness, Wildly Bizarre Ways, Welsh

X is for: ?

Y is for: Yukon, You're Breathing Kinda Hard

Z is for: Zoltan Motherwell

[wendeeee]

Love Me Better

sam fraser x fem!reader

requested: yes

summary: your 'boyfriend' was only there for your body, but sam was there for you

w: angst to fluff kinda¿, shitty boyfriend, mentions of cheating,

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you were pretty popular in your highschool. not to mention your 'boyfriend.' he was basically the average jock, tall, handsome, fit. you get it. and well, you were a cheerleader. everyone knew who you were. even if you didn't really socialize outside of your little friend group.

you had this friend group for quite some time. specifically sam who had been friends with you for a long time. you basically were the closest you could be. she had always been by your side. she never really was a fan whenever you got into a relationship. she was just being protective, right?

on the other hand your boyfriend would never keep his hands off you. even if you made it clear you wanted space. you always took alone time to yourself. you always felt uncomfortable being touched by him. but you always felt obligated to with him.

you were sitting with your 'boyfriend' and his friends. you were quiet not really noticing what they were talking about. feeling an arm wrap around shoulders, pulling you into his side. you pulled a small smile. "Are you ok babe?" your boyfriend asked. you just nodded and he just ignored it. you mind was running of thoughts. his arm moved from your shoulder to your waist. you just wanted to get away.

"hey, i have to go to practice." you made a quick excuse to leave the table. "Are you sure you don't wanna stay, you could always skip." your boyfriend questioned. you just your head no. getting up from the table you tried to block your boyfriends protests. as you walked away he came out behind you, "I didn't get to say goodbye." he said kissing you on the cheek. the feeling of him behind your body had you shaken. so you said your goodbye and left

going to a secret place that you always went to. it was a place you and Sam would hang out. it was a little tree with a bench by it. sitting down on the bench you took the little notepad out your bag and started to just doodle. every problem went away when you would take you free time to draw.

"Hey! y/n." you heard a voice from the side of you. smiling softly, you saw Sam jogging up to the spot. "sam!" you said standing up to give her a hug. her embrace around you was warm and you enjoyed it. you always felt safe in her arms, no matter what.

your conversation started off pretty light hearted. talking about classes, friends, and some old memories. you had brought up your cheering routine, and a mention of cheering for your boyfriend. Sam didn't really seem to be fond of that topic. you thought nothing of it and continued the topic.

"why are you in to him?" sam muttered under her breath. you couldn't really comprehend what she said but you knew she said something. "huh?" you nudged her. looking her you, her face a tint of pink. "nothing, it was nothing." she tried to play it off but you were not having it. "just tell me. why are you acting like this?"

"why are still with him, isn't it obvious i like you. a lot. you need someone that loves your soul more than your body." she told you. were you really that oblivious to Sam's affections? you didn't know what to say. you knew Sam was right.

you looked her into the eyes, leaning in you could feel her body heat radiate onto yours. you kissed her. it was different from any other kiss you ever had. you felt yourself melting but you felt so happy. happier than you have ever been with anyone.

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[wendeeee]

Celebrating Your Birthday With Sam would include..

sam fraser x fem!reader

requested: yes <3

➩ celebrating your birthday with Samantha!

(a/n happy birthday or belated birthday to @ssamssamu <33, also this is kinda short sorry </3)

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- shows up to ur house to say happy birthday

- "happy birthday y/n!"

- definitely makes breakfast with you

- with your help of course

- she can't cook..

- birthday kisses!!!

- and many hugs

- whispers of happy birthday

- very often

- she attempts to make pancakes

- they end tasting very good

- she surprises you with something you've always wanted

- also gives you a necklace with her initial on and hers has yours on it

- you go to the mall and she gives me a special outfit for you birthday

- when you get home you friends are there

- almost set fire to your table cloth

- it was a accident (trust me)

- end the night by watching your favorite movie and new matching pajamas you got at the mall

- still give you birthday privileges the day after

- never shuts up about at school

- "did you know it was y/ns birthday yesterday?"

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