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n-a-gindustries · 3 months

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i. i um. made a beavis and butt-head playlist.

(reasoning for each song is under the cut bc i have. a lot of thoughts.)

1. "Lullaby to Nightmares" by They Might Be Giants

(BOTH) This song is meant to encapsulate the veerryyy beginning stages of their friendship,,,like when they were gross toddlers/little kids fucking around in the summer heat of their stagnant town. only the faintest implications of them being n e thing more than friends.

2. "Adam" by Alex G

(BUTT-HEAD) Butt-head is a little pissy elementary schooler who doesn't know how to handle his weird new emotions for his friend so he just beats the shit out of him. get it together, man.

3. "Hold Me Down" by The Happy Fits

(BEAVIS) Beavis is a very unstable elementary schooler who values Butt-head's company and role in stabilizing him. he doesn't really understand much of anything at this point he just knows he likes his friend a lot.

4. "I Get A Kick Out Of You" by Frank Sinatra

(BUTT-HEAD) Man Butt-head doesn't really get why but Beav is like his only source of genuine entertainment and human connection. he's a massive loser but he's HIS massive loser and he values the time they spend together. but no he's definitely not gay its not like that.

5. "The Red Means I Love You" by Madds Buckley

(BEAVIS) Beavis loves violence and his favorite violence comes from his interactions with Butt-head. It's not inherently romantic but there's absolutely something weird going on that no one really wants to unpack right now.

6. "You're My Best Friend" by Queen

(BOTH) Quoi??? They're getting over themselves and actually appreciating the genuine friendship they have without hiding behind a thousand insults and beatdowns???? It's a miracle! Let's hope no drastic event occurs to completely throw a wrench into their life and relationsh-

7. "How Am I Supposed to Live Without You" by Michael Bolton

(BOTH) Of course I had to add this song are you kidding? Some kind of wrench has been thrown into their lives (the extent of which is dependent on the timeline) and don't know how to cope with such drastic change and the possibility of losing each other permanently.

8. "The Wheels Fell Off" by The Hoosiers

(BEAVIS) Beavis is pissed off as hell bc he can kind of get over himself emotionally but Butt-head has padlocked himself within the closet and has reverted to being a little bitch. At this point he feels like they're probably broken irreparably and has kind of given up. he's leaving.

9. "Something About Us" by Saint Motel

(BUTT-HEAD) BUT WAIT!! Butt-head realizes he will probably die without Beavis and goes to stop him from leaving and confesses and Beavis confesses back and all that. its all very sweet and gay and im happy they're finally done being incredibly stupid.

10. "I Got You Babe" by Sonny & Cher

(BOTH) YAAAAY THEYRE CORNY N IN LOVE. its cute i imagine theyre just chilling in the honeymoon phase completely unphased by the actual shock and horror the rest of highland is feeling about this new development. they're made for each other.

11. "Boyfriend" by The Hot Freaks

(BOTH) further on into da relationship n they r still going strong!!! theyve been boyfriends 4 a while n they r sickeningly sweet in their own putrid, lovely way. they really just want to be togther for the rest of their lives.

12. "No One Knows" by Stephen Sanchez and Laufey

(BOTH) both a little bit older and waaayyyy out of the honeymoon phase. they have had their fair share of problems and arguments (see: AN INSANE AMOUNT), but at the end of the day they love each other and should not split up bc imma be real no one else wants them.

13. "Love Song" by AC/DC

(BUTT-HEAD) OF COURSE I HAD TO ADD A SONG EACH FROM THEIR T SHIRT BANDS. Butt-head you corny bastard.....he is a middle aged dude in gay love and he knows Beavis is in gay love and he wants to be that way with him forEVA.

14. "Nothing Else Matters" by Metallica

(BEAVIS) Beavis's turn!!!! his aging ass is sooo happy to be with the one person as repugnant and gross and mean and interesting and funny and perfect as him and he doesn't give a single shit what other people may think of them. they're happy.

15. "Museum of Idiots" by They Might be Giants

(BOTH) They r old farts and they r still going strong. good for them!!! they've been in highland all of their lives and they have no plans of leaving ever or splitting up ever. they are going to live and die in this town and they are perfectly content with this because they have each other. this is their perfect life.

#beavis and butthead #beavis #butt-head #I AM INSANE I KNOW. DONT LOOK AT ME #DO look at my playlist though i genuinely am very happy with it #i might add songs later but this is da definitive list 4 now

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1-800-papaya · 3 months

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Not all witches are bad, some bake pie

Dean Winchester x Baker!Witch!June Haywood

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Sam and Dean Winchester, two names that seemed to strike fear into the hearts of unnatural creatures, you know all the things that go bump in the night. The two brothers had grown up being taught how to identify and hunt said creatures, whether it be a vampire, werewolf, or witch. Dean never once thought that one day he would find a monster that he just couldn’t justify hunting, that was until their latest case.

Winter had set in order in the small town of Littleton, New Hampshire. Sam believed that unusual number of suspicious deaths was cause enough for the boys to hightail it to the small town. It had taken the boys nearly two days to reach the town and after all that had happened recently the long drive seemed to settled Dean’s constantly racing mind. Dean focused on the road as his little brother rattled off the details of the case and who he figured might be their target. A young witch from the Scottish Highlands. The moment Sam had muttered the word witch, Dean’s brain kicked into hunter mode.

Witches, it just had to be a witch. The brothers had had enough trouble with Rowena that the mere thought of having to now hunt a witch stirred something deep in his stomach. Maybe he shouldn’t have had that last slice of pie with lunch.

“Really Sammy, a witch. You really had to pick a case involving a witch after all the mess we’ve been through with Rowena” Complained Dean as he pulled baby into the parking lot of the towns run down motel. Sam rolled his eyes as he gathered one of the many cards in the impala’s glove compartment.

The room was like all the others the pair had stayed in thought-out their lives. Cheap wallpaper that was pealing in places, worn out carpet and two beds that most likely seen some horrible acts of passion. Dean grumbled as he dumped his duffle and collapsed into the squeaky bed, both the bed and Dean smelt like death. Like the main room the adjoining bathroom was not in great condition – well good enough for a dingy motel. The warm water felt like heaven as it cascaded over his aching shoulders, while driving for such long periods hadn’t done wonders for Dean’s body he’d be demand if he let Sam drive his baby. By the time Dean had exited the bathroom – a plume of steam following him – Sam had returned with pastries and new information.

“She owns a bakery and bookshop further in town, I went and scoped the place and got us some food” Great the witch he was hunting baked, and by the looks of the container she baked pie, “The owner of the motel says her bakery is the best in town”. Dean groaned, why did the witch have to bake pie, pie of all things.

When the sun rose the next day, both hunters could tell that something had shifted. Dean had slept restlessly as his inner demons and angels fought for control over his moral compass as he wrestled with the idea that after so many years of hunting evil witches, this might be the first time that the witch he kills was not as evil as her counterparts. As such, Dean woke well before Sam rose from the depths of his own slumber, wrapping his jacket tightly around his torso and ventured out into the awaking town.

Littleton had been blanketed int a light dusting of snow, so Dean’s boots crunched under foot. He was starting to regret not taking baby on his early morning adventure. Lost in his thoughts, dean tired once again to justify the hunt the brothers were currently on and the death of a witch that he was about to be the cause of. The sleepy town was starting to awake by the time he had made the short walk from the motel to the centre square. A few shops and cafes dotted the border of the square, it didn’t take long for Dean to spot the witches bakery that his brother had mentioned the previous day. The bakery was a cute little café attached to a small bookshop – Sam would’ve loved the warm and cosy looking business. From where he stood, Dean could see movement in through the windows of the shop and unbeknownst to him, his own feet were carrying the seasoned hunter to the building. Through the front window, dean could see a short - well shorter than him and Sam – young women dressed in fluffy yellow sweater and tan trousers busying herself with setting up the store. She was waving a long twig like object around and tables effortlessly unstacked themselves followed by the corresponding mismatched chairs. She was a witch.

Dean didn’t realise he’d been staring at the young women until he was brought out of his stupor be the sharp unmistakable sound and a surprised shout. A loud clatter followed the shout as her concentration was broken, she then rushed to greet him.

“I’m sorry, I’m not open yet” She spluttered after opening the main wooden door, a small ding echoing her words.

“I…I didn’t mean to startle you, I’m Dean” Dean introduced himself without thought of the fake FBI badge that sat heavily in his pocket.

“Dean Winchester?” Dean simply raised an eyebrow at the fact that the witch knew his full name, did Sam tell her that or had she’d been warned of the brothers by near by witches, “Your brother Sam was here yesterday before close and mentioned that you liked pie. I ended up giving him an extra slice” So it was Sam.

“Yeah, it was reqlly good pie” Dean said looking over the women shoulder, clearly seeing a large spoon mixing through the open kitchen door. “You two are hunters, aren’t you?” Once again the young women before him was the cause of dean being pulled from his thoughts.

“How’d you know?”

“I’m a witch, you’re not the first hunters to roll into town hoping to kill something” She spoke stiffly before sighing, sensing that now they were aware of each other’s true identities that the hunter standing before her was not going to leave anytime soon, “would you like to come in and get warm?” Dean nodded and followed her in.

Without much thought Dean sat on one of the mismatched chairs and the nameless women placed a slice of cherry pie before him. Silence settled over the pair as the twig she’d been wielding earlier reappeared, and she resumed her work that Dean had suppositively disrupted. He watched as trays of small cakes, pasties and loaves of bread floated out of the kitchen and into there respective places in the front display.

“You’ve got my name, but I don’t have yours yet” Dean asked playfully around a mouthful of pie”

“June, June Haywood” She responded sitting down with a steaming cup of tea.

“Mind me asking a few questions”

“No…Like I said earlier your not the first hunter to roll into town”

“Where you from? What brought to this town? And why didn’t any of the other hunters kill you” June simply sipped on her tea formulating her answers. “I was born in Scotland, I wanted to get away from home after graduating from school and I’m not like the other witches that you hunters deal with, I don’t pray to a demon or angel and most certainly don’t kill anyone. Your phone is ringing” June pointed out as the device vibrated in Dean’s pocket. Sammy was calling, probably wondering where the elder brother had wondered off to. Dean didn’t bother answering Sam’s call, instead he simply texted Sam his location and turned his attention back on June.

“What school did you graduate from?”

“Hogwarts, the only school in Scotland for witches and wizards. England is not like witches and wizards over here, the supernatural world back home is hidden from the muggle world, the British arm of the Men of Letters don’t really discriminate between good and evil. If you’re not a plain old human, if there’s anything supernatural or magical in you then you’re on their watch list” She spoke softly a hint of sadness filling her voice. Her recount of her childhood added a sprinkle of outrage to the pile that Dean harboured towards the British arm of the men of letters.

“Yeah me and Sammy have run into them before” He said, he turned slightly at the noise of his prised possession pulling up to the café. Once again a silence fell over the room as June flicked her wrist and the lock on the door clicked open. Sam joined the pair at their table, June asking she could fix the brothers some breakfast. Two fully ladened plates landed softy on the table in front of each brother, eggs, bacon and toast. While the brother’s devoured the food, June moved over to behind the counter, tucking her wand in the pocket of her aprin.

“A few of my regulars should be coming by soon, so I can still chat and answer your questions, but I don’t have a business to run” She spoke with a slight pep in her voice. The Winchester brothers simply nodded, mouths full of food, “Coffee?” another nod from both brother.

#supernatural #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #sam winchester #hogwarts oc

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ashintheairlikesnow · 2 years

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I Knew Finn Schneider

For @whumptober 2022, day 31: “You can rest now.”

CW: Referenced noncon, pet whump, beating, blood, brief emeto, murder… the works. But this, my friends, is the light at the end of Finn’s tunnel.

Somewhere near Highland Peak in California, 2005

"Checking in?"

The young woman sitting at the desk was bright and cheerful, her voice more chirping than speech. Her thick black hair was pulled into a no-nonsense bun at the nape of her neck and she wore a plain navy sweater with a layered necklace made of brightly colorful beads and she had a pink glitter barrette at one temple, with some rhinestone stickers.

She must have caught Finn looking, because she gave him a slight smile. "My little sister helped me get dressed today," She offered, and he tried to smile back. What did a normal smile look like? He wasn't sure if his was right.

She didn't change expression, so he must have managed it.

"Kids are great," Noah said, matching her cheer as he leaned forward on his elbows, carefully taking back her full attention. "I called and made a reservation this morning? Under Ransom?"

"Ransom, Ransom… that's some last name." She had an accent, Finn thought, her consonants soft, faintly rolling her r’s.

"Yeah, we like to joke my grandpa made it up." Noah grinned, sunny and shining. Charming. Finn watched them, distantly wondering if he would smile like that ever again. “He was maybe a little bit of a criminal.”

"Nice. You're Noah?"

"That's me."

"All right, room for two, got it." She stood up, humming to herself as she fiddled with the hotel keys. "Hope you don't mind, we still do things the old way. The owner just wants to keep it all historic, you know?"

"Yeah, sure." Noah glanced sideways at Finn, who looked away. Afraid if he made eye contact, all of this would start to melt and he would wake up naked on Robert's bedroom floor. Or in his basement.

The movement made a paper on the check-in desk flutter and it caught his eye, freezing him in his tracks.

HAVE YOU SEEN THIS MAN?

It was a blurry printed out still from a security video, a man walking with hands in his pockets, shoulders hunched.

It was Robert Weber.

Even with his head ducked and a ball cap pulled low over his face - even with the photo so blurry Finn could see individual pixels - Finn knew the clothes he'd been wearing at the motel before he tied Finn up and went for breakfast, that first morning he’d been in hell. This looked like they had caught him leaving the restaurant, heading back for his truck.

Heading back to murder the hotel worker while Finn watched, leave him bleeding on the floor while Robert dragged a weeping, dripping Finn to his truck. Robert was smiling in the photo - the edge of his turned-up lips just peeked out from beneath the brim of his cap.

Excited, Finn thought with a flip of his stomach, knowing what he had waiting for him in the hotel.

Highland Peak Police, California State Police, and the FBI are looking for more information on a person of interest in the attempted murder of Kent Reyes on October 15th, 2003. A reward of $100,000 for information leading to an arrest is being offered by the Mountain Motel's owner, Charles Reston, with another $100,000 from Reston's company WRU.

The individual stayed at Mountain Motel from October 14th, 2003, through October 15th. He is described as a white male, with a slim build, approximately 5'10", with dark hair and dark brown eyes, between the ages of 45 - 55.

He drove a blue and white Ford F150 with the license plate V5G667R.

Donations are being accepted for Kent Reyes's family. Ask at the desk about donating or mail checks to-

The words blurred as tears suddenly burned Finn's eyes. He blinked rapidly, wiping at his eyes and clearing his throat.

"Are you okay, man?" The desk worker looked concerned, but Finn's throat had closed, his heart pounding. He tried to open his mouth. No sound came out.

I’m sorry, it’s my fault, it’s my fault-

"Oh, man. Hey." Noah's sympathy was perfect, smoothly focused, and he turned to put a hand on Finn's shoulder, leaning in. Finn knew not to flinch, meeting Noah’s gaze through a blur of sudden tears. "Let’s get into our room, yeah? Sorry," He repeated over his shoulder to the woman. "I'm actually driving my friend home for a funeral. It’s rough.”

"Oh, I'm so sorry. We lost one of our staff recently-“

Finn nearly choked on his guilt.

"My mother… my mother, actually. I mean, she had been sick for a long-… never mind, you don’t need to hear about my family problems.” She waved her hand, and Finn wondered with a jolt that felt like a blade in his ribs if his own mother was still healthy, if she had gotten sick and he hadn’t been there for her.

The desk worker was still talking.

“-plus, we had another just barely survive being attacked before that. I feel you.” She looked up at Finn – she was so short – and gave him a slight smile. “You be upset if you need to. It's just us, right? No problem. I’m right there with you some days. It doesn’t get easier, but it gets… it gets less heavy.”

What if the person who died is me? Does it get less heavy to mourn my own death?

"We appreciate that." Noah spoke before Finn could and squeezed Finn's shoulder once, hard, before he mercifully released his grip. He leaned over to look at the paper, briefly stilling at the image of Robert. Almost immediately, his friendly smile was back - never left, even - and he leaned over at her. "What's this about? Person of interest?”

She craned her neck, then sat back with a sigh. "Oh. That… our hotel manager, Kent. One of our staff… well. It's a hell of a story, but Kent was attacked and shot. He survived, barely, but he's still recovering."

Finn looked up sharply. "He survived?"

Noah shifted, and his fingers closed around Finn's wrist, not quite tight enough to hurt. Just a reminder that he wasn't supposed to talk unless he had to, to keep people from hearing his accent. He had to remind himself that Noah had promised that it would not be like it was with Robert, that he would live a different life now.

But the grip on his wrist made it hard to believe.

The desk worker's smile widened, a little. "He did. He's a hell of a fighter. He's doing physical therapy learning to walk again, he had to relearn… just everything. He has this goal of getting back to hiking by next winter, rock climbing the year after. He's amazing. The medical bills, though… well. I don't suppose you'd like to donate to help his family with the costs?"

Noah looked over at Finn. “What do you think? Should we donate?”

Finn thought of the hotel manager who had looked so worried for him, who had been about to go get him some help. Who, with a few more minutes, might have been able to save him. He gave the slightest, smallest nod, trying to plead with his eyes alone.

Noah sighed, then turned back with his charming smile back in place. "Sure. Add fifty dollars? Will that do any good?"

"Every dollar helps, every single one. Thank you so much." She ran Noah's credit card and then handed over the little key dangling off a piece of plastic with a room number. The sound of metal made Finn a little sick, remembering it in Robert's hand. "Here you go. Room 14, ground floor. You'll get your printed final receipt under your door in the morning. Check-out is at 11, breakfast options are available beginning at 7 am but we clear them out around 10. If you need anything, just pick up your room phone and hit 0, it'll go straight to me." She pointed at her name tag. "I'm Martina Ramirez, you can call me Marty. The night manager will be in around six, her name is Melinda."

"Got it. Thanks!" Noah jerked his head at the door, and Finn started to move, automatically following orders, taking slow, careful steps to minimize his limp.

"By the way-" Marty called out. Finn looked back, heart briefly in his throat. He felt Noah tense slightly beside him.

Marty gave him a soft, sympathizing smile. "I really am sorry for your loss. I’ve been missing my mom a lot these days, she loved this time of year up here.”

His mouth opened, closed again. He managed a half-whispered, "Thank you, I’m sure she’s proud of you," before following Noah the rest of the way out the door.

He appreciated the sympathy, but she didn't know she was sympathizing with the death of Finn.

They stepped back out into the warmth, and Noah took a breath, running a hand back through his hair. "Don't tell me I stopped at the same goddamn hotel. How the absolute hell did I manage that?”

It was the same one. Finn had known from the moment they came up the drive, the long and winding road. But it was… so hard to remember he had a voice. He kept feeling the straps of the muzzle, the pressure over his nose, as if it had never been removed. He hadn’t remembered how to speak in time to say anything about it. "Yeah," He tried, then winced as it came out like yah, unintentionally heavy with his accent. "You did."

"Fuck. Okay. Uh, well." Noah looked over at him, fiddling with the hotel key in his hands. The clinking metal and plastic would drive Finn crazy if it didn’t stop soon. "Can you handle it? We can keep going for a while?"

Finn's eyebrows furrowed. "What?"

"I want you to feel safe. Can you feel safe here?"

The words were all words he knew, but the combination baffled him. "You are… asking me?"

"Yeah. I am. Hey." Noah turned to look at him, and Finn went still, waiting for the screaming, the spit in his face, the terror. Instead, Noah paused, and then said in a low voice, "I promise you, this is not to hurt you. I am not going to hurt you."

"Yes… yes, sir." Finn didn't believe him, but Noah only sighed, glancing at the window to see if the hotel worker was watching them. Marty was on the phone, and it made Finn’s heart go cold. What if she knew, somehow? What if she was calling someone?

What if-

"You know what?” Noah sighed. “Let's just go to our room. We can talk more there." Noah walked to his truck, pulling two duffel bags out of the back, tossing one to Finn, who just barely caught it. He limped more with it in his arms throwing off his balance, but Noah didn't seem to notice. Finn trailed him to the fourteenth door, painted green with gold numbers. With a turn of the key, they stepped inside.

Finn felt his stomach twist at the familiar scent of lemon cleaning products – the same ones Robert used – closing his eyes and swallowing back the pile that threatened to rise even as a cold shiver went down his back. Still… there was no smell of decay and death beneath, and it helped him take one deep breath and then another, through his mouth, stepping into the dim space.

Two queen beds, side by side with a small cheap table between them. A phone, a lamp, a TV on a low dresser and the door to a bathroom at the end. Basic, comfortable, and clean. Finn's hands shook and he dug them into the sides of the black leather duffel bag to hide it.

"You can have the first shower, I'll go later." Noah set his bag on the bedspread and unzipped it, pulling out a thin t-shirt and plaid pajama pants, red and black against the cool pine green comforter. He glanced up at Finn still standing in the open doorway, staring inside "Listen… if this is too hard for you, we can still go somewhere else-"

"It is fine." Finn stepped forward and shut the door with one foot, pretending he didn’t almost lose his balance doing it. He shuddered as the room went dim, goosebumps rising on his arms, the outside light blocked by heavy curtains. Noah flicked on the little table lamp, adding an eerie yellow definition to everything, like a horror movie from decades ago, when everything felt like it had a film of grime over the lens. Finn dropped his bag on the other bed, hoping against hope that he was making the right decision to do so. "Do I… sleep on my own?"

"Yeah, you do. From here on out, man." Noah paused in the midst of pulling out his toothbrush and toothpaste, giving Finn a long, searching look. "Okay, listen. Now that we're alone, I have to admit-"

Finn tensed.

"-you aren't what I expected."

"I-... what?"

"Well, you were supposed to be-... I didn’t expect you to be… you."

Finn felt like he had forgotten every word of English he'd ever learned. He swam in confusion. "To be me?" He looked down at the blue-tinged veins under the thin skin just near his palms. Scarred from cheap scratchy rope but otherwise unmarked. “What did you expect?”

"Well, look. This is kind of a thing I do for work. But it’s all under the table, we don’t make a big deal out of it. Usually I pick up people who… you know what, I'll just tell you. I work with some people who buy or trade trafficking victims we find online and then free them. Usually, we get people who, you know, they got caught up in some bad shit and ended up stuck, they know the people who are hurting them. We can get them into rehab, or whatever, if they still have their passports we can just slip people out of the whole… all of it. Stranger abductions are literally less common than a one in a million chance. Plus... the news.”

“The... news?”

“You’re pretty famous, Finn. There was a nationwide manhunt when you first disappeared. It would compromise our security. You know? If I just go to the cops. Too much attention, too much scrutiny. The only way what we do works is if no one knows what we’re doing.”

Finn swallowed. His heart felt cold. Everything did. "I don't understand."

"No. Probably not, it's… a lot to explain and I’m used to not being able to, I don’t exactly have a speech ready. Just… let's get through the night. Then you and I can talk about what comes next. I'll find you someplace where you can go to the cops yourself, for home, or… whatever you want. Just don’t tell anyone about me, okay?”

“I don’t want to.”

“Okay… okay, good, that simplifies a lot-“

“No, I mean… I don’t want to go home.”

Noah blinked. “You don’t?”

“No. My mother… my mother would have to know he-... She would… that… Ich wurde vergewaltigt. I don't want anyone to know what he did t-to me. I don't want to g-go home." His voice shook so hard he was nearly indecipherable, but Noah didn't interrupt or tell him to shut up, quit whining, to go back in his cage and be silent. "I don't want-... I cannot."

"I understand. I get it, I do… Just… nobody has to make any choices now. It's not going to happen anymore, okay?”

Finn didn’t believe him. But he nodded anyway.

Noah exhaled, roughly. “Okay. Take a shower, I'll head down the road for some pizza or something, and then… you can get some sleep after we eat. You can rest, now, Finn. But… I think you probably want to be clean, first.”

He would never be clean again, but he nodded, throat tight and nearly closed with something between dread and relief. He leaned over and picked out a shirt and pants from inside the bag, travel-sized toothpaste and toothbrush, and went into the bathroom. The light was bright compared to the dim yellow in the room itself, painting everything with unflattering overdone contrast. The lemon smell was stronger in here.

When he saw the tub with its familiar shower head, for a second he felt the water, cold as ice, as it had hit his skin like a thousand knives while Robert laughed. Then he realized that it was a cold sweat breaking out over his skin, trickling down his cheek and the side of his neck. He felt stretched too thin underneath his skin, heart pounding with a dull violence. Terror washed cold down his back, and Finn knew all over again that he was about to die.

The heavy scent of blood and gunpowder surrounded him, his own muffled cries around the terrible gag as the hotel manager had jolted to the side and then collapsed, like a ragdoll thrown by an angry child. He hadn’t moved, after that.

Finn had been sure he was dead.

Robert had been sure he was dead.

Finn had been certain he’d die, too, when Robert had turned to look at him. Somehow, he hadn’t. Somehow, he had survived to be here almost two years later, looking down into the same kind of bathtub, the same shower head, and the same little bottles of travel-sized shampoo and conditioner, the same bar of soap.

He wanted to scream. It tired to tear its way up his throat to escape him, and he couldn’t quite force it back down. Finn swallowed, once and then again, but his heart felt like it would beat itself bloodily out of his chest. His stomach flipped and he turned, throwing himself towards the toilet and slamming the lid up so hard it bounced off the tank and almost hit him in the head as he dropped to his knees.

He leaned his head over and lost everything he had eaten during the drive. He threw up over and over again, until all that happened was his stomach clenching, sour spit and bile and nothing at all left beyond that.

It… helped, a little.

He was shivering by the time he could stop, but his heart had stopped pounding.

“Hey, you okay?” Noah called, voice faint and muffled.

“I am fine!” Finn yelled back, voice ragged and hoarse. “I get carsick!”

It was a patently ridiculous excuse, but Noah didn’t try to ask him to open the door, and Finn had never been so grateful to have someone be silent. He took deep breaths of the little soap in the package on the sink until the fake lavender smell overrode his memories. At least they had changed the scent of soap they used. Eventually, the lavender smell started to make him feel sick, too.

He turned on the shower and locked the bathroom door, shivering under the cold spray until it began to warm. When it was scalding, he scrubbed himself raw, washed his hair with cheap hotel shampoo.

When he came out, hair still dripping and dressed in the new, loose clean clothing with that thrift store smell, the room was empty.

Noah had left a note that said gone for pizza, watch whatever you want while I’m gone.

Finn looked through the curtains to see the truck was indeed no longer in its parking spot.

He could walk right to the desk if he wanted.

My name is Finn Schneider. I was abducted in 2003. My abductor is the one who tried to kill Kent Reyes. Call my mother or the German embassy. Call someone. Call anyone.

I'm not dead.

But in his heart, he knew better.

I knew Finn Schneider. Tell her her son died in October 2003.

His mother’s son never made it out of the house. Whoever he was now, whatever Robert had left after he had scraped Finn clean… he didn't want anyone to see what Robert had made of him.

So instead, he pulled back the covers and climbed into one of the beds. He was already crying by the time his head touched the too-soft pillow, nearly flattening to the mattress at the slightest weight.

He wept, hands over his face, in the silent way he had taught himself to cry inside the cage, until he had no more tears left. Then he took the remote and turned on the television just to have some noise, shivering as he changed channels until he found something other than the news or the sitcoms that Robert loved.

He settled on a cooking show, the voices a dull and comforting nonsense. The bed warmed around him, and he felt his muscles beginning to relax, one by one, against his will. By the time Noah came back with the pizza, Finn Schneider was fast asleep.

He was curled up in a ball, his hands pressed to the lower half of his face, pressing just a little, covering his nose, mouth, and chin.

He hadn't been able to fall asleep until it felt like he was wearing his muzzle.

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Hi it’s sweet cheeks anon, could I request a black male reader who’s dating Elliot secretly and people want to know why he won’t make a move on any of the girls cause the assume he’s straight since he plays football and stuff. Also, I’m sorry if I sound impatient, but how’s it going with the earlier requests you put together, go at your own pace ofc, and you can ignore me if this sounds rude. - sweet cheeks anon 😎

𝟑 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 || 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭

“𝘛𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘭 𝘜𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘴 𝘊𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵, 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘶𝘱”

Inspo: Dominic Fike - 3 Nights

Pairing: Elliot x Black!Male!reader

Summary: You two were ashamed of nothing or how you felt for one another. But you liked the secrecy that surrounded the two of you.

Warnings: Slight angst but fluffy.

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Love is a dangerous thing and keeping it sacred is just as dangerous when you lived in Highland. The place was a breeding ground for dramatic heartbreak and outright shameless cheating. It was one of the biggest reasons you hated having to consider it your home.

The only thing that made up for its shitty atmosphere was the very few people you could consider your friends. Lexi was an absolute sweetheart and put up with too much of your shit, but still stuck around. Fez was your dealer, straight forward dude and funny as hell when you got him cross-faded. Rue was a childhood friend and the first girl and last girl you ever had sex with. And Jules was your goddess. They all made living in Highland worth the trouble.

But one stuck out from the rest and it was Elliot. That stoner swept you off your feet the moment you met him at the local corner store. You still remember how you were grabbing some dark chocolate and pop when he came out of nowhere judging you on your candy choice. To be fair, you did realize that dark chocolate wasn’t as fondly looked upon as milk chocolate. But his teasing and joking nature had you hooked instantly. From his constant pestering to his oddly romantic and flirtatious compliments, he made living here better.

“Elli, I’m fuckin’ serious.”

Your scolding tone made said boy pout in protest, but he did listen and snuff out the end of his blunt and wrapped it in the specific ziplock bag you had in your truck. “I don’t know why your dad needs to inspect your car when he’s the fucking mayor,” he complained. “Doesn’t he have a town to run and what not?”

“Yes, but he knows you Elliot and knows what you do in your free time,” you stated. “And the other shit we do in here.”

Elliot was quick to slap your shoulder in disgust as you grinned, smacking your lips together and pushing them out dramatically. He grumbled in annoyance, pressing his lips to yours in a short kiss before connecting his phone to the Bluetooth as you started the truck and began to pull out of the driveway of your house.

It’d been half a year of you and Elliot dating and it’d only been amazing. Nothing ever became a problem considering the stoner listened to your complaints if there were any and you listened to him when you forced him to do his homework. Both of you cared about what the other had to say and were ready to drop everything one another. And it might’ve been that willingness to do anything for each other that kept this relationship healthier than any either of you has had in the past.

The only problem was just keeping it a secret. You weren’t scared about being out there since you had no problem curb-stomping some homophobic piece of shit. But you didn’t want to pressure Elliot into being public if he didn’t want to. Meet-ups at the motel were fine as they were and him spending nights was good as well. Especially with your parents being as welcoming as they were to him and your guys’ relationship. Outside of your parents, no one else knew and you were completely fine with being complacent for a while.

Arriving at school, the two of you walked together from your truck and to your guys’ locker that was right beside one another this school year. A special request you had made with the principal.

“So, my parents want to go out for supper tomorrow night at the dinner in town,” you announced, seeing Elliot side-eye you. “You down to come? My sister is dying to see you.”

“Yeah, sure,” Elliot shrugged. “I don’t mind free food and getting on the good side with the Mayor.”

You elbowed him in the side, but he couldn’t respond when Nate suddenly appeared, slinging his arm around your shoulders. “Y/n, you staying for practice today?” He asked as you forced a smile.

“Yeah, man. We got that game coming up, so I need to be here to pick up the mess your sorry asses leave.” The Jacobs boy laughed and leaned against the locker between yours and Elliots. Practically placing a wall between you and your boyfriend.

“When are you going to get yourself an old lady, man?” Nate inquired curiously.”

A laugh fell from your lips as you grabbed your books. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“A girlfriend, bro,” Nate answered. “You have literally never had a girl under your arm, ever.”

Eyes flickering past the Quarterback, your gaze was met by Elliot. He already knew the facade you had to play, he’d been playing it as long as you had. It hurt every single time doing so because all you wanted to do was grab the boy, pin him to the lockers, and just kiss him. Not care what anyone else had to say and just be proud of who you were and who you were with.

But you had your ways of showing your love to him without indirectly outing yourselves out. “I mean, I have someone that I love. Just don’t see the point in going public when it’s private,” you shrugged. “And I guess I just prefer to have someone special no one else can steal.”

Elliot masked his blush behind his locker as Nate asked who it was that you loved. But that was only yours and Elliot's secret.

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juniperpomegranate · 7 months

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WIP Game

Shamelessly stolen from @angelselene, who was tagged by someone else. Looked fun!

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

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blackmail

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Frogging It

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the cabin was a godsend

the haunting of ray kowalski

undercover fic

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But A Walking Shadow

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I tried to think of everyone I'm mutuals with who also writes, so if I missed you and you want to play, consider yourself tagged.

#wip game

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jpwenvs3000f23 · 7 months

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Unit 05: Free Write

I will be honest, I struggle to write any piece of work without any prompt or question. I suppose the first thing that comes to mind is my recent trip to Algonquin Park.

As a British student, driving through Canada was amazing. It made me fully realise how ridiculously big this country is, but also stunning in terms of its nature and small towns in between the long roads.

Arriving at Algonquin Park, the surroundings were great to see. The lake outside our motel and the autumn trees complemented each other excellently. Despite the continuous rain we had on the trip, this does not take away from the fantastic views that we experienced. I am aware though that the scenery would have been even better without the rain as the visibility would have been higher, but I still greatly appreciated it. I felt this was only a preview of what beautiful landscapes are out there. I am excited to see a white Christmas in North America as this is very rare in the south of London.

I have often been asked what are my favourite countries, climates and landscapes I have witnessed. I have always said snowy mountains like in Norway, or coastal cliffs in Croatia or Spain, but I think Canada's lakes and highlands will rise up there when I visit more places here.

I am interested to know what other people's favourite trips have been over the years.

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John Wesley Donaldson, 32, is in custody for today’s stabbing murders of his mother and a sister-in-law, and the critical stabbing of another sister-in law.

Donaldson was taken into custody by Specialized Investigations Division undercover detectives at 3:35 p.m. after they saw him drive into a motel parking lot near the intersection of Charlotte Pike and White Bridge Road.

Investigation by Homicide Unit detectives shows that Donaldson knocked on the door of his mother’s apartment in the Highland on Briley complex, 2131 Elm Hill Pike at approximately 11 a.m. When his 9-year-old nephew opened the door, Donaldson entered enraged and attacked his mother, Jacqueline Pritchett, 56, with a knife. After fatally stabbing her, Donaldson began stabbing his sister-in-law, Genell Stewart-Tuggle, 29, as she attempted to shield the 9-year-old and Donaldson’s 7-year-old niece from harm. Stewart-Tuggle was critically injured and is being treated at Vanderbilt University Medical Center. The children were unharmed.

Detectives are working to understand the motive. They were told that Donaldson was recently told to stay away from his mother’s apartment. Donaldson was convicted of domestic assault against a girlfriend, aggravated assault against a first responder, and aggravated burglary in 2019. He received two 4-year sentences. Donaldson was convicted of robbery in 2017 and received a 3-year sentence.

Donaldson was transported from the scene of his arrest to General Hospital for treatment of a hand laceration he apparently received during one of the attacks. Arrest warrants charging Donaldson with two counts of murder and one count of attempted murder have been issued.(scoopnashville)

https://www.tennessean.com/story/news/crime/2022/08/02/metro-nashville-police-search-john-w-donaldson-two-killed-stabbing/10216351002/

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studio6sanantoniotxmedic · 6 months

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