#sam talk time 🩸

[y0ur-enf0rc3r]

How you doin, pal?

Mm.. good… connells fast asleep, poor kids tuckered out..

…im.. kinda realising “holy fuck im basically a dad”

[m4rv3l-girl]

Could you do a request based off this song

https://youtu.be/8ofCZObsnOo?si=yGD6SMOL25REbasf

Like it's bucky pov about finding the reader hiding a serious injury after a mission and passing out in the bathroom with the door locked

I need major angst then super fluffy Ending🙏

Hold On

Bucky x Y/N

Warnings: Angst. Injury. Mentions of violence. Blood. Super fluffy ending. 😉

The quinjet’s hum was steady, almost comforting, as Bucky slumped into the seat across from Y/N. His eyes were drawn to her like a magnet. She sat stiffly, her hands clasped tightly in her lap, staring blankly at the wall as if lost in thought. Normally, she’d be cracking jokes with Sam or recounting some detail of the mission. Tonight, though, she was silent.

Bucky frowned.

“You okay, Doll?” he asked softly, keeping his voice low enough that only she could hear.

Y/N blinked, startled by his voice. For a second, her expression softened, the corners of her lips tugging upward in a weak smile. “Yeah, just tired.”

It wasn’t a lie, exactly, but it wasn’t the truth either.

Bucky’s frown deepened. He studied her face—the way her skin seemed paler than usual, the tightness around her eyes. His gaze dropped to her hands, noticing how her fingers twitched slightly, almost like she was fighting to keep them steady.

“You sure?” he pressed. “You don’t look—”

“I said I’m fine, Bucky.” Her tone wasn’t sharp, but it was firm enough to make him pause.

Bucky leaned back, his jaw tightening as he nodded. “Alright. If you say so.”

The rest of the ride passed in tense silence.

By the time the quinjet touched down, Y/N was the first to unbuckle and make a beeline for the exit. Bucky followed, watching her retreating figure with growing unease.

She was limping—subtle, but there. His enhanced senses caught the slight drag of her right foot, the tension in her posture as though she was bracing against pain.

Still, she didn’t say a word.

“Y/N, wait up,” he called, his long strides easily catching up with her.

She stopped but didn’t turn to face him. “I just need a shower and some sleep, Buck. I’ll see you in the morning.”

The words felt final, a wall thrown up between them. Before he could argue, she slipped inside her room and closed the door softly behind her.

Bucky stood there for a moment, staring at the closed door. A knot of worry twisted in his chest, but he forced himself to respect her space. If she wanted to talk, she’d come to him—right?

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Inside her room, Y/N leaned heavily against the door, her breaths shallow and uneven. The adrenaline that had kept her upright on the mission was gone now, leaving behind searing pain radiating from her side.

When she reached the mirror, she caught sight of herself—pale, gaunt, and shaking. Her hand trembled as she gripped the hem of her shirt, pulling it up just enough to expose the wound.

The gash was deep, running diagonally across her right side. The edges of the cut were jagged, torn by shrapnel rather than a clean blade, and blood oozed steadily from the open flesh. A makeshift bandage she'd tied during the mission was soaked through, crimson seeping into the fabric and dripping sluggishly down her side to pool on the tiled floor.

“Shit,” she hissed through clenched teeth, her head spinning. The room seemed to tilt and blur as she fumbled for the first aid kit.

She tore open a packet of antiseptic wipes, her fingers clumsy and slick with blood. When she pressed the wipe to the wound, a whimper escaped her lips, the searing pain like fire licking at her nerves.

“I can do this,” she muttered, grabbing the first aid kit from the cabinet.

Blood continued to flow, the bright red mingling with the darker, dried streaks on her skin. The sight made her stomach churn, but she bit down on her lip, determined to clean and close the wound herself.

But her body had other plans. As she reached for the bandages, her vision tunneled, black spots dancing before her eyes. The world spun violently, and her knees buckled, sending her crashing to the floor.

Her head struck the cold tiles, and for a brief moment, everything went still. Blood seeped from the wound in a slow, relentless trickle, pooling around her as her body lay limp and unmoving.

She knew she should have told Bucky, or at least let the medics on the jet take a look. But the thought of admitting she couldn’t handle it, of being a burden, made her stomach churn.

She didn’t want him to hear.

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Bucky couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong.

He paced his own room, running a hand through his hair as his mind replayed every moment of the mission. Y/N had been reckless—throwing herself into the thick of the fight, taking risks she normally wouldn’t.

And now, the way she’d brushed him off...

He stopped, listening carefully. His enhanced hearing picked up faint sounds coming from her room—a muffled groan, the clatter of something hitting the floor.

His stomach dropped.

“Y/N?” He was at her door in seconds, knocking firmly. “Y/N, you okay in there?”

No response.

“Doll, open the door.” His voice was sharper now, edged with fear.

Still nothing.

The sound of something heavy hitting the floor was the last straw. Bucky’s heart pounded as he threw his weight against the door, the lock giving way under his strength.

What he saw made his blood run cold.

Y/N was crumpled on the bathroom floor, her shirt stained red with blood. The first aid kit lay scattered around her, its contents unused. Blood was everywhere—on her shirt, smeared across her fingers, and pooling around her side where the wound continued to bleed. It wasn’t a slow trickle anymore but a steady, terrifying flow that made his heart stop beating.

“Y/N!”

Bucky dropped to his knees beside her, his metal hand gently brushing her hair away from her face. She was pale, her breathing shallow, her lips tinged blue.

“No, no, no. Come on, Doll, keep your eyes open for me.” His voice cracked as he pressed his Vibranium hand against the wound, trying to stem the bleeding.

Her eyelids fluttered, a weak groan escaping her lips.

“Buck... don’t...,” she murmured, her voice barely audible.

“Don’t what? Save you?” His laugh was bitter, panicked. “You’re bleeding out, and you want me to not help? What the hell were you thinking?”

Tears blurred his vision as he worked, his hands trembling. He couldn’t lose her.

“Hold on for me, okay? Just hold on.”

He grabbed his phone with his free hand, calling Sam.

“I need help. Now,” he barked into the phone, rattling off their location.

The minutes stretched into an eternity as Bucky carried Y/N from her room to the medical wing. His steps were quick but measured, careful not to jostle her more than necessary. Her head lolled against his shoulder, and her breathing was so faint it was barely perceptible.

“Stay with me, Doll,” he muttered under his breath, his voice thick with fear. “You don’t get to do this to me. You hear me?”

He reached the med bay just as Sam burst through the door, his expression shifting from confusion to horror in an instant.

“What happened?” Sam demanded, rushing to help as Bucky laid Y/N gently on the exam table.

“She hid it,” Bucky growled, his jaw clenched. “She got hurt on the mission and didn’t say a damn thing.”

Sam swore under his breath, grabbing gloves and supplies. “Alright, let’s stop the bleeding first. Get me that gauze!”

Bucky moved without thinking, his hands steady even though his mind was a storm of panic. He handed Sam what he needed, stepping back only when absolutely necessary.

As Sam worked, Bucky’s eyes never left Y/N’s face. Her lips moved weakly, forming words he couldn’t quite hear.

“Doll?” He leaned closer, his metal hand brushing against hers. “I’m right here.”

Her eyelids fluttered open just a fraction, and she looked at him through the haze of pain. “Bucky... I’m sorry.”

His chest tightened painfully. “No, don’t you dare apologize. Just focus on staying awake, okay? You can yell at me later if you want, but you’re not leaving me. Not like this.”

Hours passed before Sam finally turned to him with a relieved sigh. “She’ll be okay,” he said, clapping a hand on Bucky’s shoulder. “She lost a lot of blood, but we got it under control. She just needs rest.”

Bucky nodded, the tension in his body easing only slightly. He sank into the chair beside Y/N’s bed, his elbows resting on his knees as he dropped his head into his hands.

Guilt gnawed at him like a living thing. How hadn’t he noticed sooner? He’d seen the way she limped, the way she avoided his gaze. He should have pushed harder, should have made her tell him the truth.

“Bucky.”

Her voice was hoarse, but it snapped him out of his thoughts. He looked up to see her eyes open, glassy but focused on him.

“You’re awake,” he breathed, his relief palpable. He reached for her hand, holding it gently between his own.

She smiled weakly. “You look terrible.”

A choked laugh escaped him, half amusement, half tears. “You’re one to talk, Doll. Scared the hell out of me.”

Her smile faded as her gaze dropped to their intertwined hands. “I didn’t want to worry you. Or the team.”

“Worry me?” His voice rose, but he quickly softened it when she flinched. “Y/N, you almost died. Do you have any idea what that would’ve done to me?”

Tears welled in her eyes, and she turned her head away. “I didn’t want to be a burden.”

Bucky’s heart broke at the words. He cupped her face gently, turning her to look at him.

“You could never be a burden,” he said firmly. “You’re my world, Doll. I need you to promise me something—no more hiding. No matter how bad it is, you tell me. Okay?”

Her tears spilled over as she nodded. “Okay.”

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The following days were a blur of soft words and quiet moments. Bucky barely left Y/N’s side, fussing over her despite her protests.

“Bucky, I’m fine,” she insisted as he hovered, adjusting the pillows around her for the third time that day.

“Humor me,” he said with a small smile, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead.

Y/N sighed, but the soft smile tugging at her lips betrayed her protests. “You’re hovering, you know that?” she teased, though her voice was still a little raspy.

“Damn right I’m hovering,” he shot back, brushing a stray strand of hair from her forehead. “I almost lost you, Doll. I’m entitled to a little hovering.”

She tilted her head, her eyes softening as she studied him. The crease between his brows hadn’t quite smoothed out, and there was still a flicker of worry in his blue eyes. “You look more stressed than I do,” she murmured.

“Well, you gave me a few new gray hairs,” he quipped, though his smile widened.

Y/N reached up, resting her hand against his cheek. “I’m okay, Buck. You don’t have to keep treating me like I’m made of glass.”

His gaze softened, and he leaned into her touch. “You’re not made of glass, but you’re my Doll. And I don’t care how strong you are—I’m always gonna take care of you.”

The words hung between them, warm and reassuring. Y/N chuckled, her voice light but affectionate. “Guess I can’t argue with that.”

“That’s right,” he said, his tone mock-stern. “Now, lay back and let me spoil you a little. I’ll even make you soup later—though I make no promises it’ll taste like Sam’s.”

She laughed, a sound that made his chest ache in the best way. “If it’s terrible, I’ll let you know,” she teased.

Bucky’s lips twitched into a grin as he leaned down to kiss her forehead again, lingering just a moment longer this time. “You’d better,” he murmured. “Wouldn’t want you hiding anything from me ever again.”

Y/N nodded, her smile softening. “No more hiding. I promise.”

“Good,” he said, pulling the blanket up around her shoulders. “Now, get some rest, Kitten. You’ve got a whole lot of recovery ahead, and I’m not letting you skip a single step.”

Her eyes fluttered closed, a contented sigh escaping her lips. For the first time in days, the weight of guilt and worry lifted, replaced by a warm, comforting certainty. With Bucky beside her, she knew she’d be 

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As she recovered, the weight of what happened began to lift, replaced by something lighter, something hopeful.

One evening, as they sat curled up on the couch, Y/N rested her head on Bucky’s shoulder.

“I don’t deserve you,” she murmured, her voice tinged with emotion.

Bucky wrapped his arm around her, pulling her closer. “You deserve the world, Doll. And I’m gonna spend all of my life proving it to you.”

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Hi anonymous reader! I found this really interesting to write because I have a Bucky playlist (Yes, I’m that obsessed) and this song is on it! So, I hope you think this captured the vibe like I thought it did, and enjoy. 🫶

Requests Open!

[vampirevatican]

so, im gonna start talking about slash fic (the game, on dorian) and every tag will specify dorian/game so as to not interfere with the og yaoi and bl community.

anyway... here's some song recs for the slashers!!

GHOST 🦊

final girl - graveyard guy ft. slayyyter

self explanatory. it's very literally him and you. (if ur fem obvi.)

snakelike (the stars collide) - what's a heart

don't tell me this alt slasher horror fanatic wouldn't love or relate to this song. you know he would. "i reach in your chest and pull your heart out. don't hesitate, just fall into me, my girl"

perverted - elita (NSFW SONG!)

🔪 = 🍆... “i want you. to. stab me with your knife. you watch the light go in my eyes. it feels the same as when you're inside.” very self explanatory.

JAY 🐑

rainbows and stuff - icp

the song is him. such a 💝🌼🎀🦋✨ until 🩸🪓🔥🔪💥. not to mention you getting to say, “thank you, jay! i like you too!!”

will he - joji

listen to me on this. the music video. not to mention he's the biggest protector out of all of them... second to leather but it fits jay a little more than leather "i just wanna make sure you're okay."

burning desire - burnice (zenless zone zero)

pls listen to it and imagine ur burnice, i swear from jay's pov he falls in love. he thinks you're so damn cute having fun while playing with flamethrowers.

LEATHER 🐷

dragula - rob zombie

“dig through the ditches and burn through the witches...” our #1 witch killer would be okay hearing it bc it condones witch killing

straight and narrow - sam barber

if you read the lyrics. if you listen to the lyrics. this is him. this is very literally his struggle with the darkness.

devil's work - freddie dredd

“sold your soul to devil now you asking, 'is it fair?'” as a man taken by darkness and forced into dark deeds by his family out of trying to right a wrong... i feel it suits him. he knows the darkness, what it does to people and my fave line from papa? "You witches play with darkness and then act surprised when it plays back."

MIKE 🐺

stalkers tango - autoheart

i don't need to explain an eldritch evil being possessive.

i can't believe i let you get away - aldn

mainly for the chorus and the vibe of it makes his "Mine." have more meaning. not to mention the many times he could easy just straight up kill you, but doesn't.

in my mouth - black dresses

dating him. loving him. accepting being an eldritch beings plaything? is a form of worship and giving up your soul and being to him... and i think this is the perfect song for that.

[jaydizzel2844]

Marie x Jordan Drabble

No. 6

Hanging out with Jordan is always fun, which ever form they take. André never got peoples hang up over the gender thing was, Jordan was cool either way.

But he’ll admit that they’re easier to carry back to campus drunk off their ass when they’re a girl.

Him and Luke were easily able to hold up Jordan between them and with Cate to open doors and shit getting Jordan back to their dorm room was easy.

There was one small hiccup.

“Noooo, I wanna say good night to my beautiful amazing girlfriend with the best ass ever first .” Jordan whined.

“Buddy it’s 3am, she’s asleep you can talk to her in the morning.” Luke tried to reason with them as they got to the courtyard outside side of the dorms.

“Also your obsession with her ass is a little concerning.” Andre added.

The four of them had gone clubbing. It was a last minute plan and it wasn’t meant to be an original four night out but the other three were busy. Sam had an important assignment for his puppeteering class and Marie and Emma already had plans for a roommates movie night.

Andre probably should have realised that that meant Jordan would be fourth wheeling him, Luke and Cate leading to the shapeshifter spending most of the time out at the bar doing shots with the new friends they’d made while the 3 of them were being throuple-y.

But they all had a good night regardless and hopefully Jordan won’t have too bad of a hangover tomorrow.

“No it’s not. And she might not be asleep,” Jordan slurred out. “She was having a movie night, those can go pretty late.”

The look in Jordan’s eyes was too hopeful Andre couldn’t help it.

“Alright I’ll text her.”

“Thank you, thank you thank you. I just want to say good night and that I love her.”

“Whoa what? Is the first time you’re saying the L word?” Cate exclaimed, stopping the 4 of them from going any further.

“Lesbians?” Jordan asked, confused.

“No, love.” Luke explained “fuck you are way too drunk.”

“Oh sorry, yes I love her but I haven’t told her yet. I’m going to do it tonight.” Jordan looked so proud of themselves.

“No you are not,” Cate told them firmly. “Not when you’re too drunk to stand up on your own.”

“But..”

“She’s right dude,” Andre interrupted. “You got to make shit like that romantic, like recreate your first date or something.”

“I should recreate getting shitfaced at Dusty’s?”

“No,” Luke said with a laugh. “The dinner you two went out for the week after that. At the Korean place off campus. Or do something else romantic. Basically do tell her but not tonight.”

“Ok, can I still tell her good night?” Jordan’s big brown eyes were impossible to say no to.

“If she’s up.” Andre said pulling out his phone.

—

To Marie🩸

U up?

Jordan wants to say good night

From Marie🩸

Yeah ?

Are they ok?

To Marie🩸

Yep just drunk

We’ll swing by your room in 5

From Marie🩸

Cool

Actually I’ll met you at their room

Don’t want to wake Emma

—-

“When did you know you loved her?” Cate asked as they entered the dorm building and headed for the elevator. Getting Jordan to their room was going a lot quicker now that they knew Marie was waiting for them there.

“Um, she was giving me a blowjob..”

“How romantic.” Cate interrupted.

“Fuck off, anyway I switched during it by accident. I thought I majorly fucked up, like totally freaked her out but I didn’t. She just kept going. And I just knew then and there that she wanted all of me, exactly as I am and she makes me feel so happy and good about myself and I’ve never been in love before but I’m pretty sure that this is it.”

“Ok that’s a bit romantic.” Cate admits at they got out of the elevator on Jordan’s floor.

“Thank you.”

Marie was waiting for them at Jordan’s doom in slippers and a hoodie that Cate is pretty sure belongs to Jordan over her pyjamas.

Once Jordan saw her they slipped out of Luke and Andre’s arms and staggered into Marie’s.

“You got it from here or do you need help getting them into bed?” Luke asked.

“No I got it, thanks.” Marie said as she opened the dorm room door while Jordan nuzzled into her neck. “Goodnight”

***

Drunk Jordan was compliant if a bit cuddly so getting them into their pyjamas and into bed wasn’t too difficult.

“Sorry I didn’t come out tonight, it looks like you had a lot of fun.” Marie said as she helped Jordan sit on the bed so she could untie their shoes.

“Nah, it’s cool. You have fun with Emma?”

“Yep, we watched mean girls and a few other classics that’s she was horrified that I hadn’t seen yet. You?”

“Yep, it was so fun. So many shots, maybe too many.” Jordan got up and wrapped their arms around Marie, one hand sliding down to her ass before stopping. “Do you mind that I do that?”

“What?” Pulling out of Jordan’s arms so she could take their shirt off and replace it with a pyjama top.

“Me putting my hands on your ass, like you’ve joked about it a few times and Andre says I’m obsessed but does it bother you?” Jordan looked so concerned as Marie was undoing their belt.

She smiled to herself. “I don’t mind it, kind of like it to be honest.”

“Really?” They asked with so much relief and hope on their face that Marie couldn’t help but kiss them before getting back to taking their jeans off.

“Yeah, I’m been pretty unwanted all my life but I’m never insecure about you wanting me because you make it so obvious that you do, through ass grabbing.” Marie said with a laugh “you also make it clear that you enjoy spending time with me and are an all round amazing partner. Plus I know I have a great ass, I’d be offended if you didn’t appreciate it.”

Once Jordan was in their bed Marie pulled off her hoodie and slippers and joined them.

“It was really cool to hang out with they guys, even if I was fourth wheeling.” Jordan said cuddling into her side. “They give good advice.”

“Like what?” Marie asked as she started to doze off.

“They said not to tell you that I love you when I’m drunk. I’m gonna do it over dinner, make it romantic.”

Marie was suddenly wide awake while Jordan was out like a light. She just about managed to stop her self from jumping for joy or something equally as embarrassing and likely to wake up her partner.

‘Jordan loves me,’ she thought to herself self as she closed her eyes to go to sleep. ‘And I love them too.’

[hyohaehyuk]

thejamlore: jacob & sam on dreamstat, term created by jacob:

S: i speak to jacob every day, non-stop, all the time J: there's a place that me and sam used to eat in prague, we'd talk about the show, so i was always looking forward to [dreamstat]

video: IWTV S2 🩸 BTS (i dont know what is the original source. maybe is a content from amc+ u need to pay to watch) 

[ireadyabooks]

Summer Full of Shivers ☀️☠️🩸

Summer scaries have arrived! This time of year is for spooky stories around the campfire and spine-tingling books that you maybe shouldn’t save for right before you go to bed. But hey, that’s part of the fun, right! We can never get enough horror in our lives and have some chilling reads for you to sink your teeth into in the summer heat! Check out some of our recent favorites below, and don’t forget to keep an extra light on at night! Or don’t . . . we leave that up to you . . .

The Getaway by Lamar Giles

Jay is living his best life at Karloff Country, one of the world's most famous resorts. He's got his family, his crew, and an incredible after-school job at the property's main theme park. Life isn't so great for the rest of the world, but when people come here to vacation, it's to get away from all that.

As things outside get worse, trouble starts seeping into Karloff. First, Jay's friend Connie and her family disappear in the middle of the night and no one will talk about it. Then the richest and most powerful families start arriving, only... they aren't leaving. Unknown to the employees, the resort has been selling shares in an end-of-the-world oasis. The best of the best at the end of days. And in order to deliver the top-notch customer service the wealthy clientele paid for, the employees will be at their total beck and call.

Whether they like it or not.

Yet Karloff Country didn't count on Jay and his crew -- and just how far they'll go to find out the truth and save themselves. But what's more dangerous: the monster you know in your home or the unknown nightmare outside the walls?

Start reading The Getaway now!

Shiver by Maggie Stiefvater

From the #1 New York Times bestselling author of The Raven Boys, the haunting and original supernatural romance returns in a new edition

For years, Grace has watched the wolves in the woods behind her house. One yellow-eyed wolf--her wolf--is a chilling presence she can't seem to live without. Meanwhile, Sam has lived two lives: In winter, the frozen woods, the protection of the pack, and the silent company of a fearless girl. In summer, a few precious months of being human . . . until the cold makes him shift back again.

Now, Grace meets a yellow-eyed boy whose familiarity takes her breath away. It's her wolf. It has to be. But as winter nears, Sam must fight to stay human--or risk losing himself, and Grace, forever.

Start reading Shiver now!

The Deep Dark by Molly Knox Ostertag

From Molly Knox Ostertag, writer-illustrator of the New York Times and ABA Indie bestselling The Witch Boy trilogy and The Girl from the Sea, comes a darkly beautiful story of identity, family, love, loss, and magic.

Everyone has secrets. Mags’s has teeth.

Magdalena Herrera is about to graduate high school, but she already feels like an adult with serious responsibilities: caring for her ailing grandmother; working a part-time job; clandestine makeouts with a girl who has a boyfriend. And then there’s her secret, which pulls her into the basement each night, drains her of energy, and leaves her bleeding. A secret that could hurt and even kill if it ever got out -- like it did once before.

So Mags keeps her head down, isolated in her small desert community. That is, until her childhood friend Nessa comes back to town, bringing vivid memories of the past, an intoxicating glimpse of the future, and a secret of her own. Mags won’t get attached, of course. She’s always been strong enough to survive without anyone’s help.

But when the darkness starts to close in on them both, Mags will have to drag her secret into the daylight, and choose between risking everything . . . or having nothing left to lose.

Start reading The Deep Dark now!

A Darker Mischief by Derek Milman

The Honeys meets The Secret History in a work of dark academia like no other -- a boarding school thriller about a queer teen from Mississippi who finds himself swept into a world of old money, privilege, and the secret society at the heart of it all.

When Cal Ware wins a scholarship to an elite New England boarding school, he's thrilled to leave his past behind. Back home in Mississippi, he was the poor, queer kid who never fit in. But at Essex Academy, he'll be able to reinvent himself. Or so he hopes . . .

But at Essex, Cal's classmates only see his cheap clothes and old iPhone. They mock his accent, and can't believe he's never left the country, or heard of The Hamptons. Cal, at his breaking point, is about to give up and return to Mississippi when he learns about a secret society on campus -- the key to becoming Essex royalty.

Cal knows he's not exactly secret society material, but to his surprise, he finds an unlikely champion in the handsome, charismatic, and slightly dangerous Luke Kim. As they get swept up in the mystery and glamour of the Rush process, Cal finds himself falling in love for the first time.

But as the initiation rituals grow riskier -- and increasingly nefarious -- Cal must decide how far he's willing to go, and how much of himself he's willing to sacrifice, to save everything and everyone he cherishes most. Because nothing at Essex -- not even Cal's first love -- is quite what it seems.

Start reading A Darker Mischief now!

The Other Ones by Fran Hart

A beautiful and unputdownable story about love, friendship, and the ghosts that grief can leave behind, The Other Ones is a heartfelt, contemporary romance with a haunting twist . . .

Salem Amani is a world-weary sixteen-year-old living with his mother and older sister in a haunted house. But all Sal really wants is to be ordinary, which is hard to do when you live in a house full of ghosts. And when a strange boy arrives on his doorstep asking more questions than he’s at all comfortable with, Sal’s efforts to be ordinary are put under even greater strain. Until Pax makes his offer: “I could help you with the hauntings . . . I’m good with ghosts.”

But despite his initial dislike of Pax, Sal can’t help but find himself unexpectedly drawn to the boy. And as the two grow closer, and Pax offers to help Sal scare away his ghosts for good, Sal finds himself sinking deeper into a lie concealing the truth about his family.

When the true nature of the “hauntings” is revealed, Sal must confront reality – or risk losing Pax for good.

Start reading The Other Ones now!

[my-head-is-an-animal]

The Climb

Summary: You're a scientist, an engineer to be exact. Called to a meeting you had no real right to be at, Optimus Prime takes an exclusive interest in you, but you can't help but ask yourself at every turn, Why?

Rating: 18+ 🌹🩸🍆

Story Masterlist

Chapter 11

Theo had been working on the suit I would wear on the climb, it was brilliant, lightweight, but would carry everything I needed to take with me. Thermal on the inside for when I got too high up, along with a mask attached to the inside with access to oxygen, a parachute compact enough that I shouldn’t have struggled with the extra weight, and several secure compartments to keep any supplies I needed. The most important thing about it, was it was free from anything electronic.

     I couldn’t stop thinking about that night with Optimus though. Everything about it was beautiful. Learning about Spark-sharing, the endless possibilities for it to save lives and connect two Autobots for eternity; it was amazing. I wanted to know more, I wanted to learn everything I could about Optimus, I wanted to know what made him the way he was and what he wanted to do in the future.

     We had gone out every evening that week to watch the sun go down and get to know each other. I told him about my childhood, he told me about his, we discussed menial things, things that made me feel normal and without masses of pressure being put on my shoulders.

     It was the one thing putting a dampener on everything. I was behaving as if this was my last few days on earth. There was every possibility that it was, but I was trying to see past the ship arriving on Earth. I was trying to see the days afterwards, trying so hard to believe I might have been able to get back to my old life.

     ‘And I’ve made sure you’ve got some adrenaline shots in reserve.’ Theo suddenly said, placing the small silver case in front of me on the desk and breaking my thoughts. ‘I wouldn’t recommend taking any more than three and even that I think is pushing it, but you’ve got five to get you through the last leg.’

     ‘Thanks.’ I said, clearing my throat and pushing my glasses up my nose while I took some notes.

     Theo sighed and sat in front of me. ‘Look, you can pull out of this, you know.’ My head snapped up to look at him. ‘If you think you won’t make it, you can always walk away, there’s no shame in it.’

     ‘How can you say that?’ I almost hissed, surprising Theo. ‘Theo, you and I have gone over the specs for that ship a thousand times, even the Autobots won’t get through that shielding, by the time they’ve found a way, it’ll be too late. I have to make the climb, if I don’t, if I don’t even try… that’s the end.’

     Theo frowned a little. ‘And what about you? What happens to you afterwards?’

     ‘I don’t know.’

     ‘No? Because it feels like my friend is going up there with no intention of coming back.’ Theo snapped and left the lab.

     I hadn’t realised how tense we’d both gotten in such a short space of time, but in a way, we were both right. No one else was going to make it up there, but I wasn’t the only one who thought it was a one way trip.

     I could feel the eyes of not just the base, but everyone who knew about the mission, on me, constantly. Lennox tried to keep me focused on the wall and training. We kept it a little lighter in the remaining week, but my worry was that I had still yet to complete thirty thousand feet. I knew he was worried as well, and Epps struggled to hide his concern.

     I left my lab early the night before the ship was due to arrive in Earth’s atmosphere. I didn’t dare turn on any news or listen to any outside noise, I needed all the focus I could get before the morning.

     I could see almost all of the Autobots talking outside their hanger, Ironhide glanced over when Hound indicated I was standing across the base. He began making his way over and fear began to flood my limbs.

     He kneeled down in front of me, and I could see kindness in his features the same way I saw it in all the Autobots. He really was on our side.

     ‘Lennox has told us that you have not made the thirty thousand foot climb in training yet.’ He said. I looked down disappointed in myself more than anything. ‘I’m sure Optimus will tell you the same thing tomorrow, but while I’ve got the chance to say it myself: we’re all counting on you, and we all believe the Earth is in no safer hands than yours. We’ll do our part and we’ll buy you all the time you need, you just make that climb. Good luck. We’ll be waiting for you at the bottom.’

     I looked up at the weapons expert’s face. ‘Thank you.’ It was the best I could muster in the state I was in.

     Ironhide nodded and stood to head back to the hanger where almost every Autobot was watching me. My heart began racing nervously, I needed some space to breathe.

     The familiar sound of Optimus revved behind me, and it ignited something in the core of my being. I turned to see him opening the door for me to hop in. He didn’t say anything, but he didn’t need to. We had spent almost every night together on the hill side since our second date, we talked, he motivated me when I felt my fear getting the better of me, and he would make me come.

     Optimus had found all my weaknesses and exploited them gloriously at every turn. The strangeness of the situation hadn’t even seeped into my mind until that night. I was, in the simplest terms, in love with a truck. He was so much more than that, I could feel the life surging through him, he wasn’t scrap metal, he wasn’t a robot, he was a beautiful creature that had more human qualities than one would have expected.

     I had tried so hard not to fall for him, but he was rather charming when he wanted to be, he listened, he learned about me with a genuine curiosity, and he thought I was beautiful as well. What more could I have asked for?

     ‘I sense you are in need of something different on the eve of battle.’ Optimus said as we arrived at the same spot at the top of the hill.

     I sighed, getting out and listened to him transform into his full form, kneeling as he always did to speak to me.

     ‘What can I do for you?’ He asked and I felt like breaking there and then. Was he really asking me that? Was he really that kind?

     ‘Can you turn back time so that I never came here?’ I joked, but Optimus’s face dropped.

     ‘I would not want to.’ He said, sincerely. ‘If you never came here, we would never have met.’

     I let my gaze drop to the floor for a moment. ‘I know.’ I whispered. ‘I’m terrified.’

     ‘You would be foolish not to be. But the fact that you are willing to give everything to save your planet anyway, that is the mark of a true warrior.’

     I shook my head. ‘I’m not a warrior.’ I told him. His head tilted confused. ‘I’m an engineer. A scientist. My greatest strength will always be my mind, but even that has it’s limits. What if I can’t do this?’

     Optimus thought for a moment, looking out at the beautiful orange sun as it began to descend in the sky.

     ‘What is it to be human?’ He asked, making me frown.

     ‘Erm…’ I half laughed. ‘I don’t think I could sum it up in a few words. It’s about making mistakes, getting up when you get knocked down, it’s about connection with others, it’s about trying. I suppose those are the main points. Trying.’

     ‘I have learned much from you, Jane.’ He leaned closer. ‘But the most important thing I have come to understand about the human race: there is no limit to your potential. That is what I saw in you the day we met. I know you see the same thing in others around you and you believe it is worth fighting for. I will fight for your beliefs until my dying second, but only if you will fight along side me.’ Optimus placed his hand next to me, his blue eyes staring into my soul. ‘Will you fight with me tomorrow? Will you fight for the potential of the human race?’

     My body felt like it was about to take off. ‘Yes.’ I breathed. Yes, I would fight for humanity. Yes, I would fight for what I believed. Yes, I would fight for tomorrow.

     Optimus sat with me for the rest of the night until the sun disappeared behind the horizon. It would be a long trip the next day, but if I had Optimus Prime on my side, then I knew I could do it.

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Here are 21 new sentences for 📚:

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“Oh fuck off,” Ravi rolls his eyes.

Chim makes a surprised sound. Bobby’s eyebrows shoot up. Hen’s jaw drops. Eddie takes a long sip of coffee. Buck shoots Anil a suspicious glare. 

Anil is trying very hard not to smile. 

If Ravi was less upset, he might choose to focus on Buck’s reaction. Yet, all he can see is the shock and surprise from people he respects at his own behavior. All he can think of is how this is going to change the way they all think about him. 

Ravi stands up abruptly and turns to walk towards the exit for the roof. He needs some air. He hopes his brother will be gone by the time he gets back. 

“Ravi, wait!” Buck calls after him. 

Ravi doesn’t stop.

“He gets like this,” Anil says, tone resigned. “You know, oversensitivity is just one of the symptoms.”

That makes Ravi pause. 

“What are you talking about?” Eddie demands, sounding frustrated. 

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6 for 🩸:

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Beyond a shadow of a doubt, Eddie knows he can handle himself. He knows he is safe. Or rather, that others are safe around him. 

It’s been over half a year. Eddie needs to see his son again. He needs to see everyone else he loves, too.

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6 for 🌊:

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The next time Christopher is away at Shannon’s for the weekend, Buck stays over. They both have a busy work schedule, so the time they’re actually together is limited. But on a gloriously beautiful Sunday morning, Eddie wakes up with Buck in his bed and in his arms. It erases any of the residual work stress that might have been resting on his shoulders. 

Neither of them has anywhere to be for a few hours, so they take their time. A slow, lazy morning of soft kisses, warm skin against warm skin, and gentle laughter.

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Reason tells him that this is a good choice. One he wouldn’t be able to afford on his own. But another part of him fears the finality of the decision. It feels like crossing a line Buck doesn’t entirely know how to define or why he is afraid to cross it. 

“So,” Sam says, after twenty minutes or so of conversation. “Would you like to meet her?”

Maddie looks at Buck. “What do you think?”

He thinks a lot of things but he’s not sure any of them are coherent. 

“Sure,” he mutters. 

He supposes there’s no harm in seeing the dog. Doesn’t mean he’s going to want it.

Sam leaves the room - Pepper walking easily at their side, lead loose and hardly seeming necessary - and re-emerges a minute later with an entirely different dog. Buck’s eyes lock on her instantly, surprised. She’s a golden retriever, that much is obvious, but she doesn’t really strike the image of the breed he had in his mind.

[cherry-blossom-qf]

Necro, who was the kindest person in your life? And what was the hardest sacrifice you've made— literally or figuratively?

Apple Core, what was your most challenging experience as a Sensei?

Prince, O lord of fashion, which if your fits and/or forms is your absolute favorite?

Magomon, what's your opinion on Tamers in general?

Officer, my good sir, what was the toughest case you've helped or had to solve? Any solo cases?

UT, what are your favorite holiday traditions in the Underground and Surface world?

🩸: "There hasn't been a sacrifice thats been that hard for me to perform. The only thing I truly regret sacrificing is my ability to smell normal ever again. Seriously, I tried bathing multiple times and used every single perfume, cologne, all the scent products... AND I STILL CANT GET RID OF THE ROITING CORPSE SMELL!!

As for who's the kindest person I know? Well... the obvious answer would be Kirby... but there's also this snowman that has been helping me with my research, perhaps I could talk about them some other time."

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🍏: "Most challenging things as a sensei? Well, to perfectly honest, it's the students that are, and I mean this in the nicest way possible, require a lot of patience from me. For example; I have this one student who is just, again I mean this in the nicest way possible, a stubborn wanna-be-cool-guy.

Don't get me wrong, he does have a lot of potential to be a Skylander and I can see him becoming one in the future... BUT he's just has a really bad habit of wanting to do things all by himself because he's 'so cool' with his high running speeds and cool dragon sword, only to get his ass handed to him one way or the other. I thought Blades' cockiness when he became a Skylander was bad, that student takes the cake!!!"

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👑: "Favorite outfit? My goodness!! That's like picking between my own children!! But... if I had to pick just one.... like, you holding a knife to my back and forcing me to pick just one, then I'm gonna pick the robes I wore to my wedding. They were so sparkly and beautiful, I truly felt special on my special day~! As for forms, the Prince Form is my favorite. I like the height boost, elegance, and a sense of power in that form, hehehe~"

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🎩: "My thoughts on Tamers? Well, I have said before that there have been tales and legends of humans being involved with digimon. I've always found it fascinating, as those legends have told of humans granting digimon power they could never get on their own. I kinda wished to see something like that happen one day... Little did I know that I was gonna get a human myself, hehe!!

Susie has been lots of fun to travel with, and the power she grants me and Marxamon has been incredible (tho I wish evolving into Crownedmon wasn't so mentally scaring and painful)!! I could have never asked for a better human partner!! Me and Marxamon are her 'goodiest boys'!! 'Goodiest' is not a grammatically correct word, but I let it slide because she gives me hugs and pets!♡♡♡"

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🚔: "Funnily enough, my toughest case was actually my first solo case!! The case of Artie Flopshark, a poker guru that was supposed to be dead, as he was killed by Flint Paper. According to some of the records, Artie's bank account was still active, depositing and withdrawing money regularly as if he was alive. And there had been reports of Artie being near abandoned graveyards across the country. Flint Paper couldn't track him down for the life of him, so he assumed it had been some kind of 'witchcraft' that made this guy untraceable. So Flint gave the case to me since I'm a mage and stuff (witchcraft and my magic are obviously two different things, but I let it slide). Sam and Max had a lot of faith that I could handle this on my own, so I took on the challenge just to make them proud. The weeks of trying to find this guy felt like the longest weeks of my life! But I was able to find him.

Long Story Short; It turned out Artie Flopshark was revived as a zombie like monster by a bunch of teenage wizards that were messing around with dark arts (kinda sounds familiar). When the wizards successfully revived him, they freaked out and left him behind. Artie was able to get a hold on that dark arts book that they coincidently dropped and used it to get around the county's graveyards. He was hosting nightly poker nights to get his funds back for his new undead life, inviting all sorts of creeps and ghouls to play games of Texas Hold'em. In fear of being killed again by Flint, Artie used magic to keep himself untrackable from any living being on earth. Which I was able to work around the effects because I'm not from earth, hehe~!!

I felt kinda bad for him since even mentioning Flint Paper made him scream in panic, so did Artie a favor and helped him get a restraining order on Flint. I got my paycheck and a celebration surprise from Sam and Max that they planned for me for completing my first solo case, a VIP trip to The Inventory for drinks, dinner, and poker."

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💙: "Well damn, ol' gunner boy spoke in whole paragraphs! Ok, favorite holiday.... I gotta give it to Halloween, dude. Monsters seem to enjoy Halloween a lot, and I can see why, as my best memories here are sometimes related to Halloween. Like on our first trick-or-treating, Frisk dressed up as a witch and made me their little 'black cat' by dressing me in a black cat onesie. I was carried around in their backpack as we went around the neighborhood. And when I got my monster form perfected, me and Frisk did even cooler matching costumes! Mario and Luigi, Dipper and Mabel, Steven and Amethyst, Freddy and Bonnie, heck we even Sans and Papyrus a few times! (which the bros really liked)

Even though I moved out of Toriel's house after I got married, Frisk and I still go trick-or-treating together every Halloween with our matching costumes. And Frisk hasn't grown out of trick-or-treating just yet, so we'll be continuing this little tradition of ours for a few more years! And I'll be enjoying every moment."

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🦋: "Man I sure do love being involved!" -he said to no one.

(Congratulations Blaze, you changed my QnA formatting just for this ask! Eff you and have a nice day!)

[free-for-all-fics]

The Craft and The Lost Boys crossover prompt! This was inspired by a dream I had. Pls tag me if you’re inspired by any of the ideas below and I’d love to read it! ❤️🩸

You fall in with a group of witches after you witness Nancy Downs murder your brother, Chris. She threatens you to keep quiet about it or else. The witches don’t welcome you into their coven but you learn the hard way that there are worse fates than death when you’re still forced to hang out with them. They can’t risk you exposing their secrets but if they killed you, especially so soon after your brother’s death, it’d look too suspicious. The only witch you like and get along with is Sarah Bailey; she’s different from the other outcasts at school. She’s a natural born witch and is much more powerful than the others but maybe hasn’t realized it yet. Nancy is power-hungry, lacks empathy and often engages in reckless behavior that endangers herself and others, Bonnie is aggressively narcissistic, and Rochelle is bitter and vengeful. The three of them start abusing their powers and misusing their magic. Unlike them, Sarah is really sweet and has a lot of self-control over her powers. She treats you like a friend and has your back despite the circumstances.

You’re dragged into joining them on a girls trip to Santa Carla - the murder capital of the world! By the time you get there, it’s night and the boardwalk is crowded and bustling with many attractions such as tattooers, piercers, shops, rides, music, and more. Performing on center stage is The Lost Boys, one of the hottest rock bands in the country, fronted by Michael Emerson. He and his band members are local heartthrobs; They’re all devilishly handsome and talented young men who seem to have it all. Their stage presence is incredibly sexy and alluring, almost provocative with how they love to strip and tease during their sets. The way they dance and move to their frenetic music is almost hypnotic. Word on the street is that Michael replaced the former vocalist shortly after he moved here with his mother Lucy and little brother Sam. He’s always seen hanging out with The Lost Boys after dark, especially David.

You have such a huge crush on Michael at first sight but who doesn’t? While watching him perform, you feel as if his eyes are piercing straight through your soul and he’s singing only to you. But c’mon, who are you kidding? The thought that he’d notice you out of the hundreds in the crowd is pure fantasy. But maybe that fantasy has a chance of becoming reality when you slip away from Nancy and her fellow witches (possibly in part thanks to Sarah causing a distraction and/or covering for you). You catch the attention of boardwalk security guards and try to explain you witnessed your brother’s murder and need help, but there’s been so many murders in Santa Carla they’ve become desensitized to it. It’s the murder capital of the world, kid. Have you not seen the missing posters littered everywhere? When you mention witchcraft, they laugh in your face and assume you’re on drugs and making shit up. They ignore you and walk away before you can even tell them the murder didn’t take place in this city. God fucking dammit.

Michael overhears your plight and is willing to help you get back at Nancy for what she did to your brother. While talking to him, you keep nervously glancing over your shoulder as hairs raise on the back of your neck from the feeling that the witches may be waiting nearby and closing in on you. Michael notices how scared and uneasy you are, so he offers to take you somewhere private where you won’t be disturbed. You know you shouldn’t hitch a motorcycle ride with a man you just met and let him take you to an unknown location in an unfamiliar city that’s the murder capital of the world, Stranger Danger and all that, but fuck it.

You meet David, Paul, Dwayne, and Marko at their cave. They’re practically Michael’s brothers and welcome you to the club (even if they pull pranks on you and mess with your mind a little bit with their vampire powers before Michael tells them to knock it off.) They urge you to spill and tell them all the deets about what’s going on, so you tell them everything about the absolute hell you’ve been through because of Nancy and her outcast witch friends. After listening to your story and deliberating quietly amongst themselves, they agree to take care of the witches for you so they never bother you again. Do you want them dead or alive, babe? Do you want them to be scared to death or just plain scared so that they leave town forever? You tell them to spare Sarah since she’s your friend and respects the laws of magic. While she put that love spell on Chris that went awry and inadvertently played a part in his death, it was an accident on her part and she didn’t mean any harm. She just wanted to be loved. She regretted her actions and tried to find a way to undo her spell on Chris, but failed. But the rest of the witches are fair game for the boys to do whatever they want.

Hell fucking yeah, this calls for a toast! They pass you an ornate wine bottle and tell you to drink up, baby! It’s been a very long night for you. Hell, you’ve had several very long nights ever since your brother’s murder. You haven’t really had time to mourn him before now. You could really use a drink, so you chug from the bottle without even thinking about it while the boys applaud and cheer. Unbeknownst to you Michael and the Lost Boys are vampires, and you’re Michael’s mate. Vampires are immune to witches’ magic since their hearts are no longer beating and thus can’t be swayed - but witches are not immune to vampire mind tricks since they’re still technically human, living and breathing. Their flesh tears from their bodies just as easily as ordinary humans, and there’s no protection or warding spells against vampires - so feeding from them should be easy. They’ll come up with an insidious plan and help you get retribution for Chris’ wrongful death.

You might regret letting the boys do whatever they want to Nancy and her friends after you learn the full extent of their true nature, but it’s too late to take it back now. The deal has already been struck. In just a few days, you won’t be human anymore either. Michael will be there for you when you begin to change into a half vampire. It’s painful and confusing; your heart feels like it’s on fire, your lungs feel like they’re filled with water, you feel like you’re dying - because you are. He’ll comfort you (possibly with sex) and teach you everything. David, Paul, Marko, and Dwayne will help you too. Maybe Nancy or one of her witch friends will be your first meal. You’ll need to feed to complete the transformation and become a full-blooded vampire. Have you ever had witches’ blood, baby? It’s a rare delicacy but is absolutely delectable. It just hits different than regular human blood. It’s to die for, literally!

[acespaceacepilot]

i'd bleed for anything if it held me the right way 🩸🗡️💥 a wyll/astarion playlist on spotify

(song list + lyrics that made me chose them below the cut)

man or a monster (feat. zayde wølf) - sam tinnesz

it's so hard to tell which side you're on / one day is hell, the next day is the dawn / the lines are blurred, you keep rubbing your eyes / the tables turn, now it's time to survive

eat your young - hozier

i'm starving, darling / let me put my lips to something / let me wrap my teeth around the world / start carving, darling

until it doesn’t hurt - mother mother

i wanna fight, i wanna bite / i wanna swallow all the light / but i'ma stay right here / i'ma stay inside / i'ma just sit tight for another night / if i can't make it right / then i won't make it worse / i'ma just sit tight until it doesn't hurt

biting down - lorde

skip a hit, don't make a sound / (it feels better biting down) / breathed so deep i thought i'd drown / (it feels better biting down) / listen to the beats resound / (it feels better biting down)

furthest star - dirt poor robins

behold the day she found me here / so near the end of love's career / i feared every flower that appeared / had been uprooted by my peers / but then my autumn prayers were heard / just before the frost emerged / and i'll have my just deserts / when, once again, i'm next to her

flesh and bone - black math

break the truth inside of me / climbed down to hell on the devil's tree / i clutched a branch of soot and flame / the thought that rose, to scorch my feet

de selby (part 2) - hozier

what you're given, what you live in / darlin', it finds a way to live in you / and your heart, love, has such darkness / i feel it in the corners of the room

my body is a cage - arcade fire

my body is a cage / that keeps me from dancing with the one i love / but my mind holds the key / you're standing next to me / my mind holds the key / i'm living in an age / that calls darkness light / though my language is dead / still the shapes fill my head

gilded lily - slowed + reverb - cults

now it's been long enough to talk about it / i've started not to doubt it, just wrap my head around it / i remember when you told me it's an everyday decision / but with my double vision, how was i supposed to see the way? / haven't i given enough, given enough? (x4) / always the fool with the slowest heart

dispense with sentiment - we are scientists

i've been turning this over in my head / but i've been trying not to pick it apart / it's an overture to something, i guess / but i'll be goddamned if i can say to what / it's like i'm winding up to speak / for the first time in weeks / i'm trying to make sense / can we start again / and drop our defenses? / it might just be best / if we start dispensing with sentiment

graveyard whistling - nothing but thieves

all that afterlife / i don't hold with it / all your gods are false / just get used to it / let's go out tonight / kill some stubborn myths / set those ghosts alight, get into it. // ok, i admit / i'm not innocent / i did everything and i would again

crying wolf - julien baker

'cause i'm not crying wolf / i'm out here / looking for them / in the morning when i wake up / naked in their den / i'll swear off all the things i thought / that got me here / in the evening / i'll come back again

blood bank - bon iver

that secret that we know / that we don't know how to tell / i'm in love with your honor / i'm in love with your cheeks / what's that noise up the stairs babe? / is that christmas morning creaks?

bite the hand - boygenius

who do you think you are? / who do you think i am? / what do you wanna say? / what do you think will change? / maybe i'm afraid of you (x2) / i'll bite the hand that feeds me (x2) / bite the hand (x2) / bite the hand that needs me (x2)

metaphor - the crane wives

don't look too hard 'cause you won't like the scars he left in me / i've gotten good at making up metaphors / i've gotten good at stretching the truth out of shape / and all these words are sweet and meaningless / you can't trust a single thing i say

various storms & saints - florence + the machine

i'm in the throes of it / somewhere in the belly of the beast / but you took your toll on me / so i gave myself over willingly / oh, you got a hold on me / i don't know how i don't just stand outside and scream / i am teaching myself how to be free

savior complex - phoebe bridgers

baby, you're a vampire / you want blood and i promised / i'm a bad liar / with a savior complex / all the skeletons you hide / show me yours, and i'll show you mine

see the day - the altogether

the sleeping slip has begun to fray / i never thought i'd see the day / the pious hunter stops stalking prey / i never thought i'd see the day

myth - beach house

if you built yourself a myth / you'd know just what to give / what comes after this / momentary bliss? / the consequence / of what you do to me / help me to name it

posthumous forgiveness - tame impala

ever since i was a small boy / no one else compared to you, no way / i always thought heroes stayed close / whenever troubled times arose / i didn't know, ain't always how it goes / every single word you told me / i believed without a question, always / to save all of us / you told us both to trust / but now i know you only saved yourself

slowing down - the backseat lovers

whisper in my ear / that you need me / but if you saw it clearly / would you leave me? / i'm honest to you / but i'm lying to myself / and i don't wanna hear it / it has something to do / with the balance of my blood / and when i'll have to spill it

only - ry x

coming from the cold / buried under heat / lay you on the floor / i was only falling in love / cut me like a rose / turn me like a beast / hold you to the floor / i was only falling in love

daylight - david kushner

tellin' myself it's the last time / can you spare any mercy that you might find / if i'm down on my knees again? / deep down, way down, lord, i try / try to follow your light, but it's night time / please, don't leave me in the end

touch - sleeping at last

i know, i know the sirens sound / just before the walls come down / pain's a well-intentioned weatherman / predicting god as best he can / but god, i wanna feel again

will anybody ever love me? - sufjan stevens

will anybody ever love me? / for good reasons / without grievance, not for sport / will anybody ever love me? / in every season / pledge allegiance to my heart / pledge allegiance to my burning heart

holy lover - keaton henson

i think i love you / baby, please, don't be afraid of me / i think i love you / and oh, holy lover / i'll be the colors i can't see / and i will try harder / avail my father, live every need / and i've been so lonely / oh, please, just hold me so i can sleep

true love will find you in the end - someone, benjamin longman

but how can it recognize you / if you don't step out into the light, the light / don't be sad i know you will / don't give up until / true love will find you in the end

the moon doesn’t mind - lord huron

the sky doesn't care what my poor heart wants / and the desert can't hear my cries / the moon doesn't mind that i'm left all alone / and she's gone, gone

my love mine all mine - mitski

'cause my love is mine, all mine / i love, my, my, mine / nothing in the world belongs to me / but my love, mine, all mine

to build a home - the cinematic orchestra, patrick watson

this is a place where i don't feel alone / this is a place where i feel at home / 'cause, i built a home / for you / for me / until it disappeared / from me / from you

[headmates-for-you]

Hi, can we please get a subsystem with a mixed pool of overrated, decently well known & underrated creepypastas that has 8-10 members in the form of the special template? Tysm, dude! We really do hope you’re doing alright, though,, —🪓🔥

Appreciated /gen

TW: blood and weapons... it's creepypasta

Info

Name(s): Jeffery

Nickname(s): Jeff

Last Name(s): Woods

Age(s): 17

Pronouns: he/him

Height: 5’7

Zodiac: cancer

Source(s): Creepypasta

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Gender(s): cismale

Orientation(s): straight

TransID(s): transblackhair, transblackeyes, transwhiteskin, transorphan, transsh, transharmed

CisID(s): serial killer, brunette, blue eyes, burn victim, permascared, harmful

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Misc. Information

Paras: oplophilia (knives), thanatophilia, haemotophilia

Positive Trigger(s): knives, true crime

Other Trigger(s): when he damn pleases

Role(s): fictive, prosecutor 

Typing quirk: doesn’t wanna talk to people

Emoji Signoff: 🩸🔪

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Playlist 

September - The Living Tombstone

Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This) - Marilyn Manson

Monster - Skillet

Everywhere I Go - Hollywood Undead

Make Me Famous - Kim Dracula

HURT - 1 800 PAIN

Break - Three Days Grace

Dead Bite - Hollywood Undead

Obey - Bring Me The Horizon, YUNGBLUD

1-800-CLOSE-UR-EYES - Kim Dracula

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Info

Name(s): Lost Silver

Nickname(s): Silver

Last Name(s): none

Age(s): 19

Pronouns: he/him

Height: unknown, floats

Zodiac: taurus

Source(s): Creepypasta

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Gender(s): cismale

Orientation(s): gay mlm

TransID(s): transghost, translimbo, transkiller, transamputee, transNPC

CisID(s): dead, pokemon trainer, floats, limbless

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Misc. Information

Paras: pokephilia, spectrophilia

Positive Trigger(s): gameboy, old pokemon simulators

Other Trigger(s): pain

Role(s): fictive, soother

Typing quirk: cant type without help

Emoji Signoff: 🩸👻

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Playlist 

Play with Fire - Sam Tinnesz, Yacht Money

Band! - AJR

DEATH - CG5

Boy In The Bubble - Alec Benjamin

Happy Pills - Weathers

Happy Face - Jagwar Twin

my strange addiction - Billie Eilish

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Info

Name(s): Glitchy Red

Nickname(s): Red, Glitch

Last Name(s): none

Age(s): 26

Pronouns: he/him, glitch/glitches

Height: 5’9

Zodiac: libra

Source(s): Creepypasta

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Gender(s): cismale

Orientation(s): gay mlm

TransID(s): transNPC, transboss, transmenace, transannoying, trisglitchy, transhostile, transkiller

CisID(s): pokemon trainer, entity, ghost, dead, glitchy, stuck up, self important, full of himself

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Misc. Information

Paras: gets off on annoying people

Positive Trigger(s): annoyances, crowds

Other Trigger(s): -

Role(s): fictive, intrusive thought holder (likes to give them)

Typing quirk: ‘glitched’

Emoji Signoff: 🩸👾

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Playlist 

Isotope - TheInnuendo

Honey I’m Home - Ghost and Pals

The Mind Electric - Miracle Musical

I Can’t Decide - Scissor Sisters

My Axe - Insane Clown Posse

My Time - bo en

Cigarette Ahegao - Penelope Scott

I’m Just Your Problem - Adventure Time, Olivia Olsen

Dance, Dance - Fall Out Boy

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Info

Name(s): Masky

Nickname(s): none

Last Name(s): none

Age(s): 39

Pronouns: he/him, cheese/cake, sweet/sweets

Height: 6’

Zodiac: virgo

Source(s): Creepypasta

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Gender(s): cismale

Orientation(s): biromantic asexual

TransID(s): transduo, transcreature, transsweetfiend, transkiller, transcontracted, transcanon, transreality, transfiction

CisID(s): proxy, permaloyal, masked, cheesecake lover, weirdo

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Misc. Information

Paras: masquephilia

Positive Trigger(s): cheesecake

Other Trigger(s): assassin’s creed games

Role(s): fictive

Typing quirk: laughs with hehehe, caps at the beginning only

Emoji Signoff: 🩸🍰

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Playlist

Partners in Crime - Set If Off, Ash Costello

The Drug In Me Is You - Falling In Reverse

Michelle - Sir Chloe

Cooler Than Me - Ethan Fields

Cradles - Sub Urban

Art Is Dead - Bo Burnham

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Name(s): Jack

Nickname(s): EJ

Last Name(s): Nyras

Age(s): 24

Pronouns: he/him, it/its

Height: 6’3

Zodiac: sagittarius 

Source(s): Creepypasta

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Gender(s): cismale

Orientation(s): straight, bicurious

TransID(s): transritual, transsacrifice, transformed, transcreature, transeyegoo, transcannibal

CisID(s): monster, multiple tongues, no eyes, black tears, claws, carnivore, sarcastic

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Misc. Information

Paras: emapihtophilia

Positive Trigger(s): plastic surgery shows

Other Trigger(s): online bullying

Role(s): fictive, protector

Typing quirk: very proper, snarky, doesn’t understand tone indicators

Emoji Signoff: 🩸💙

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Playlist

Cannibal - Kesha

Pumped Up Kicks - Foster The People

Why’d You Only Call Me When You’re High? - Arctic Monkeys

Sarcasm - Get Scared

Boogie Woogie Wu - Insane Clown Posse

I Hate Everything About You - Three Days Grace

Pain - Three Days Grace

Teeth - 5 Seconds of Summer

The Red Means I Love You - Madds Buckley

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Name(s): Hobo Heart

Nickname(s): Hobo

Last Name(s): none

Age(s): ageless

Pronouns: he/him, thing/things

Height: 6’2

Zodiac: cancer

Source(s): Creepypasta

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Gender(s): cismale

Orientation(s): panromantic asexual, hyperromantic

TransID(s): transangel, transheartless, transdead, transserialkiller, transcannibal, transwings

CisID(s): absolute sweetheart, gemberline, permasick, coughs a lot, supernatural, bad memory

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Misc. Information

Paras: opophilia

Positive Trigger(s): his playlist

Other Trigger(s): emotional distress

Role(s): fictive, protector, soother, caregiver

Typing quirk: very polite, good grammar

Emoji Signoff: 🩸💔

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Playlist 

Can You Feel My Heart - Bring Me The Horizon

This Is How I Disappear - My Chemical Romance

Wires - The Neighbourhood

Body - Mother Mother

Your New Boyfriend - Wilbur Soot

Blow My Brains Out - Tikkle Me

Stalker’s Tango - Autoheart

Dead Inside - Younger Hunger

Love Me Dead - Ludo

Maniac - Conan Gray

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Name(s): Jonathan

Nickname(s): Puppeteer, Johnny, John

Last Name(s): Blake

Age(s): 24

Pronouns: he/him, they/them

Height: 5’10

Zodiac: aries

Source(s): Creepypasta

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Gender(s): cismale

Orientation(s): bi

TransID(s): transdead, transsupernatural, transpowers, transserialkiller, transfearspirit, transpoltergeist, trisBPD (loves annoying his favorite people)

CisID(s): glowing yellow eyes, undead, shit disturber (thrives on negativity), BPD

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Misc. Information

Paras: phobophilia, traumaphilia, maniaphilia

Positive Trigger(s): online discourse (especially on reddit and twitter)

Other Trigger(s): people he likes to tease/mess with (picks favorites)

Role(s): fictive, general nuisance 

Typing quirk: types like body/host but says heyyyyy to start conversations

Emoji Signoff: thread🩸🧵

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Playlist 

Puppet - Thousand Foot Krutch

Ghost - Confetti

Fighting With The Melody - Jimmy Urine

Labyrinth - Miracle Musical, Shane MauX, KAYE

Master Of Puppets - Metallica

The Greatest Show Unearthed - Creature Feature

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Info

Name(s): Slenderman

Nickname(s): Slendy, Slender

Last Name(s): none

Age(s): ageless

Pronouns: it/its, he/him if necessary 

Height: 8’7

Zodiac: none, it chooses not to have a birthday

Source(s): Creepypasta

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Gender(s): agender creature

Orientation(s): aroace

TransID(s): transboss, transfather

CisID(s): monster, tentacles, killer

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Misc. Information

Paras: none it would admit to

Positive Trigger(s): children, Blair Witch Project

Other Trigger(s): co-fronts with littles

Role(s): fictive, little caregiver

Typing quirk: proper and short, very dad like

Emoji Signoff: 🩸⚪️ or 🩸🐙

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Playlist 

Come Little Children - Erutan

Little Game - Benny

Hide and Seek - Lizz Robinett

Monster (Dotexe Remix) - Nightcore

Whispers in the Dark - Skillet

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Name(s): Sally

Nickname(s): Sal

Last Name(s): Williams, Dawn

Age(s): 9, permakid

Pronouns: she/her

Height: 4’9

Zodiac: cancer

Source(s): Creepypasta

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Labels

Gender(s): cisfemale

Orientation(s): n/a

TransID(s): transghost, transcreature, transharmful, transundead, transfriendly

CisID(s): harmed, CSA victim, murdered, dead, poltergeist, ambivert, sweet

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Misc. Information

Paras: reluctant AAM (trauma related)

Positive Trigger(s): her teddy bear, kids her age

Other Trigger(s): none

Role(s): fictive, little, trauma holder

Typing quirk: has a hard time and needs the help of co-fronting adults

Emoji Signoff: 🩸🧸

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Playlist 

Who Is She - I Monster

Look Who’s Inside Again - Bo Burnham

Panic Room - Au/Ra

Control - Halsey

Devil Town - Cavetown

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Name(s): Natalie

Nickname(s): Clockwork, Clocky

Last Name(s): Ouellette

Age(s): 21

Pronouns: she/her, they/them

Height: 5’9

Zodiac: pisces 

Source(s): Creepypasta

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Gender(s): trans female

Orientation(s): straight

TransID(s): transgender, transserialkiller, transblind, transtragic, transSAvictim, transharmed, transharmful, transvengeful

CisID(s): partial vision, glowing eyes, smart, artist

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Misc. Information

Paras: masochism, haemotophilia, erotophonophilia

Positive Trigger(s): drawing her horror OCs

Other Trigger(s): helps sally

Role(s): fictive, older sister

Typing quirk: clock puns, lowercase, faces

Emoji Signoff: 🩸⏱

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Playlist 

I Got No Time - The Living Tombstone

Smells Like Teen Spirit - nirvana

Paint It, Black - The Rolling Stones

Little Dark Age - MGMT

Pit Of Vipers - Simon Curtis

Closer - Nine Inch Nails

#BrooklynBloodPop! - SyKo

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[anonymousredactedconfessions]

https://www.tumblr.com/anonymousredactedconfessions/733470468769759232/a-few-days-ago-i-saw-an-older-post-talking-about

in my opinion, i view the two differently due to the actuons that come afterwards. i dont like alexis because, as we’ve seen, she refuses to acknowledge how wrong it was or face any real consequences for her actions. she doesn’t apologize for what she did to sam because she doesn’t regret it.

for william, ive always viewed it as the same situation, but imo will seems to be more remorseful and understanding of how vincent feels due to his actions. we actively hear will acknowledge vincent’s feeling towards his turning and he doesnt just…blow it off. william gave vincent the space he needed and continued to make an effort to make it up to vincent through other means. alexis doesnt do that. we hear her outright say that she doesnt care about how wrong it was. and that she would do it again.

seeing how vincent and will’s relationship has grown and hearing that vincent feels better being close to william tells me that there has been some effort to repair the relationship as well as possibly an apology. of course we dont know for sure, at least not to my knowledge, but thats how ive always viewed this situation.

i know a lot of people dislike alexis due to simple misogyny and that’s… a whole topic for another time lmao

tldr; imo, william has made an effort to right his wrongs. alexis obviously hasnt. and refuses to.

-⚡️🩸

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[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

Your SAMS family/ SAMS family (including evil family) reacting to a transphobic pos

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KC straight up kills them. Blood Moon is usually disposing of the bodies, taking them apart and shoving them in a hole (because he doesn't want their nasty person blood). Tag-team murders for the dad-son duo win.

Harvest just stares at them completely straight-faced until they get uncomfortable talking to what is essentially a wall. Now, he's not tuning them out or offline or sleeping, he's fully aware of them and what they're saying. But the moment they get uncomfortable and stop talking, Harvest Moon snaps their neck and tells Bloody there's a body and tosses them to him like a chewtoy.

Sun gets upset, ungodly upset. And he bottles it up and explodes about it later to Moon. But if it's about someone he knows or a patron of the daycare, or even a staff member, Sun will scream at them to get out of his daycare and the entire PizzaPlex while they're at it and call security.

Lunar punches transphobes, no other provocation needed. Just *punch in the face* *acts like nothing happened*. Moon leers at them and backs them into a corner and takes access of his voice mods to make his voice as threatening as possible to growl at them the 'Shut. The fuck. Up. Out of my daycare. Now!' and makes them run for their lives. If they don't, he lets KC out.

Eclipse isn't good at threats, he knows this, everyone who knows him knows this. But he has a taser function, that unfortunately backfires on him as well. So he tases transphobes when they don't go away and then his brothers and dad will take care of him after he gets what's essentially a controlled shock from the taser function and Blood Moon will take his new chew toy after KC kills them.

Solar Flare brings them to KC like a present, all tied up with a pretty ribbon in a bow over their mouth. Good Eclipse tries the nice approach in telling them to stop three times in a row like a strike system. If they don't either shut up or leave by then, he takes out a kneecap because Fazbear isn't liable for injuries on premises.

[wh-4-theduck]

🦇🩸-Thirsty-🩸🦇

A Sam Winchester X Vampire Y/n Fanfic

By "Z"

WARNINGS: Baby bit of unprotected sex with tommy and I mean just a bit

Chapter 3 - The Call

Moans fill the room…

The unholy sounds that come from me and Thomas would certainly give a nun a heart attack. But we take pride in that. Me on top of Thomas, bouncing on his cock. 

Thomas gets impatient and pulls me off, bending me over to where my ass is in the air. He takes me from the back. 

But not for long… the phone rings. 

Thomas sighs and takes the phone, answering it but still thrusting deep into me. 

“Oh- Hello John, been quite awhile… Yes sorry, you’ve caught me at a bad time… ha… Yes, so why did you call?” Thomas speaks into the phone, pausing for him to talk. 

I still don't know how he acts like he wasn't pounding into me while talking to an old friend. 

I cover my mouth so Thomas can hear John better.

John was calling us as a heads up that he’ll be on a hunting trip for awhile, and won’t return for a long time. 

He was going to find AND kill the thing that killed his wife.

We couldn’t blame him.

He then told us to look out for his boys that would probably call us soon.

He also said that he’d call if he needs anything else, but it would just be looking after his boys for a while.

So after Thomas hangs up, we finish our… current task. 

We get cleaned up and start packing, finding where Sammy goes to school and we stick close. Dean came to get Sammy to help him look for dad, in reality Dean just didn’t want to be alone and wanted to bring the family back together. 

We booked hotels and always looked into cases that they were on, just in case one of them got injured. 

Things got messed up and fast. The same thing that killed Mrs. Winchester had killed Sammy’s little perfect girlfriend. 

Thomas could tell I was getting attached to Sam, Tommy always teased me about it. 

“You definitely like the nerdy type, Sammy is perfect for you. He’s not gonna like that you're a vampire though, Y’know that right?”

And I thought he was right, but Sammy… he had a soft spot for some creatures… 

I am hoping he’d have a soft spot for me, not one where he’d try to “fix” me, but one where he can learn to love creatures like me.

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Authors Note:

short and sweet

Literally my whole day rn is (shortened version):

Wake up around 9

Turn on Supernatural

Eat, Write, Text Character Ai, Eat, Nap, Write, Text Character Ai.

Turn off Supernatural

Sleep

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+— S O A K —+

a short story teaser… coming soon…

WARNING: this piece touches on extremely explicit topics with graphic details that are not suitable for minors under the age of 18. “SOAK” contains violence, blood, sexual content, drugs, explicit language, suicide, incest and other themes that could be disturbing to some viewers.

DISCLAIMER: all offensive and taboo subjects in “SOAK” are used for artistic purposes only.

word count: 1,276

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Lilith’s conscience mumbled exceptionally loud tonight. It seemed to pound against her hollowed skull as she watched her lover, Sam, concentrate on crushing heroin into a fine powder. “Stop him!” It shrieked. “If you really love him, stop him!”

“Darling, do you love me?” Sam suddenly questioned. The voice possessing Lilith’s mind dies completely, leaving her to fend for herself.

“You know I do.” Lilith says before rising from the bed and walking over to her boyfriend. His bare chest is glowing with a thin layer of sweat, a clear indication of the play they had just moments ago. She stops so she’s standing next to him as he sits in a chair carefully aligning the white powder into two neat lines. She runs her fingers through his tangled mane of black hair, eliciting purrs from thin lips. He looks up at her with tired eyes, his sage irises cloudy with something demonic.

“Will you share yourself with me?” Sam hums with a crooked smile. Lilith can’t help the grin that breaks upon her face.

“You are such a vampire.” Lilith jokes. “Of course I will.” Removing her fingers from his damp hair, she goes to the bedside drawer to retrieve their shared dagger. As she rummages through the various junk, she can hear Sam’s loud snuffle from behind her. The dangerous sound makes her wince slightly. Sam coughs slightly, forcing pressure onto the side of his nose with his knuckle and muttering curses under his breath. Droplets of leftover blood remain stained on the very tip of the knife. Whether it was Sam’s or Lilith’s, she can’t seem to remember. Sam expertly sniffs at the last line of heroin while she begins to barely trace the sharpened blade against his shoulder. His head is thrown back in pure euphoria as he breathes deeply. Lilith pushes the dagger slightly harder.

“Go on.” Sam slurs. A quiet moan escapes his mouth once the razor-edged knife pierces shallowly into his shoulder. Lilith ducks her head into his neck in order to plant faint love bites on his neck while slowly dragging the dagger across his flesh. Sam’s blood immediately begins to seep through the narrow wound and he’s suddenly in heaven.

“Is that okay, baby?” Lilith purrs. For a moment, she’s worried she sounds too concerned, her mind unable to stray from the two lines of heroin her boyfriend just inhaled. She knows exactly how deadly heroin can be to the body. It did kill her father after all.

“Hell yes.” Sam huffs. “Come on, taste me.” Lilith wastes no time in taking the now messy knife from Sam’s shoulder and dragging her tongue across the freshly dripping slash. Sam’s blood has a distinct taste of bitter metal and something else beautifully floral. Lilith sucks gently on Sam’s shoulder like a starved animal. She could live off his taste forever. Or until right now.

“Lilith.” Sam groans abruptly. In a split second, Lilith pulls away and covers Sam’s cut with her palm to help soothe the bleeding.

“I’m sorry, does it hurt?” She asks, wiping his blood from her lips.

“No, no, you could never hurt me.” Sam laughs weakly. His eyes have gone completely gray. “I want to talk to you about something.” Sam slowly spreads his knees apart as if to invite Lilith into his lap.

“You can talk to me about anything, Sam.” Lilith reassures. She doesn’t care at all if she sounds anxious or not now. Lilith gently lowers herself to sit on his leg and drapes her own across his lap before running her fingers down her pale cheek.

“I know.�� Sam mumbles with a wide smirk, his eyes slowly falling into a close. Lilith pulls his head closer into a kiss wet to help awake him once more.

“What do you need to tell me?” Lilith asks just mere inches from his face. When Sam’s eyes reopen, his eye’s green shine has magically returned.

“I wish to be with you. Forever.” He says pulling her in closer by her hips. “And I mean forever.”

“You will. You are.” Lilith says in slight confusion. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“You’re damn right, you’re not.” Sam chuckles. His teeth seem especially sharp tonight. “I’m talking about me.” Suddenly, Lilith becomes aware of the dagger still in her lazy grip when Sam takes it into his own hand. He raises it carefully to her mouth, giving her a wordless order. Lilith complies, licking the tip of the dagger clean.

“Do you wish to be with me, even in death?” Sam asks with a deeply obsessive look in his eyes.

“Yes.” Lilith whispers as Sam cautiously drags the edge of the knife down the front of her throat and to her clothed breasts. The familiar sharpness stabs blissfully into her chest.

“Then you must listen to me very closely.” Sam says with an abrupt sense of importance in his voice. The dagger feels chilled and scorching hot at the same time as Sam works a gentle slit into Lilith’s bare skin. “If I were to die, you must find a way to bring me back.”

“Don’t be absurd.” Lilith allows a breathy laugh to escape as she gently rests her hand on Sam’s torso for leverage. Her blood runs quicker than her lover’s, causing Sam to skillfully catch each drop on his tongue.

“I’m not.” Sam says into her chest, his voice far deeper than Lilith has ever heard before. “You can bring me back.” There’s no denying the pit of disturbance growing rapidly in Lilith’s stomach.

“Sam…” She mutters.

“Hush. Just listen.” Sam says, his smile growing far more devilish by the second. He has now taken the blade and put it in front of Lilith as if to show her her own bloodied reflection. “If you truly are as devoted to me as you say, you’ll bring me back to you after I die.”

“But, you’re not going to—”

“There will be another. He will not be like me, but he will be the same.” Sam explains with nearly zero sense to be made. “You must kill him and drink his blood as you do with mine… Take your life once you do. I promise, I’ll find you.” His words strike Lilith like a match.

“What the hell are you saying?” Lilith stutters along with her heartbeat. Sam continues.

“You’ll know he’s the one once you find him. You’re so special, my love, you’ll be able to know.” Sam is beginning to slur once again. “Swear to me, Lilith. Swear you’ll bring me back.” The pleading in his reddened eyes are enough to slice into Lilith without the help of a knife. As unsettling as Sam’s requests are, the unconditional passion Lilith has for him is powerful enough to blind any worry she has. ‘He’s certainly high.’ she thought.

“I swear.” She confirms, taking his face into her hands and pressing a chaste kiss upon his forehead.

“You swear?” Sam nearly whimpers.

“Shh… Yes.” She coos. “I swear.” Sam’s head has fallen into the nape of her neck and she pets his long hair with great tenderness. For as long as Lilith can remember, Sam has always been very dark. From drinking each other’s blood to burning one another with lighters, their relationship has been disturbed to say the least. But that’s what made it so delicious. It only seemed well in Sam’s nature to desire being risen from the dead through a blood sacrifice of some sort. Of course, with Sam fast asleep in her arms as she rests in his lap, the two lines of heroin that he had taken entirely escaped her thoughts. So, Lilith would have never guessed that he would actually wind up dead in the morning.

-I.F.L 🐇

full short story coming soon…