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xnchxntmxnt · 1 year

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If you're taking Nightbringer requests (well this might be more of a ramble than a request tbh):

With the way we can suggest certain things that might influence the OG timeline (like suggesting to Luci where to hide Goldie), do you think us being here is creating some sort of a time loop paradox? Like the Exchange program was highly influenced by MC's future-past self in OldTimey Devildom, but OldTImey Devildom wouldn't have existed without Exchange Program MC and it's all just a huge timeline mess (or, as Nightbringer put it, like mud).

Plus if that's the case, then us going back to our "regular" timeline probably erased the boys' memory of us.

Anyways I'm just imagining MC making it back to their normal spacetime and having to explain what happened to their demons (and maybe them unlocking their memories of OldTimey us, idk) and I'm curious what your thoughts are

i wasnt sure how to answer this in writing (like a oneshot or smth) but I CAN reply with my own thoughts i hope that's okay :D i put in a cut so its not so long

ok im not very far in but i can tell you this

personally, i'm not a huge fan of time travel tropes. its a lot to wrap my head around but i do think from a timeline standpoint its gonna change things and that can be fun to think about. i just gotta wrapp my head around it for a sec 😅

i think the boys would all have different reactions do it. considering/assuming they have memories of og obey me events and nightbringer, i think everything would make more and less sense at the same time.

mc is probably going to be incredibly confused (when aren't they tbh) and the boys are going to think everything happened. linear-ly.

from mc's perspective, they got to the devildom but were sent back in time later. according to the demons & co. (solomon, simeon, etc.), they met mc, then they left (?), and diavolo brought them back from the human world because of the exchange program without any memories of the demon world. however it's mc's actual first time in the devildom. maybe this erases the boys memories too.

i believe, knowing what we do about barbatos, that he's the one at fault for all the time travel stuff and he's the unknown person at the beginning of nightbringer. maybe im wrong. idk i think its the only reasonable explanation based on the characters we know so far.

there's a lot of ways this could go, but lets assume no one loses their memories when they come back to the "present", mc's memory is gonna be a lot different than the boys because they did things out of order. i think this is where i get to finally your question (I tend to ramble, can't you tell 😂)

i think lucifer takes it the best. he knows barbatos is powerful and figures this kind of magic isn't out of the question. he's glad to have you back, though to him it didn't seem like you were gone at all. he also apologizes for any way his past self might have treated you since it was directly after the celestial war.

mammon is a different story. he gives up on trying to understand time travel and when he makes the connection that was YOU, HIS mc, he gets all sorts of defensive. feels your face all over and makes sure you're still his mc and that you're still normal and that time travelling didn't change you any (if anything, it could have changed him, but you don't mention that. probably would freak him out more)

levi thinks about it like a video game. he understands, but pulls you aside later and begs for you to explain everything and anything that happened because now he believes he should pitch this to some animator friends he made online to see if it could be a new up and coming anime.

satan is pretty quiet. mostly, he's just happy that you're okay. he waits for all the chaos to settle and makes sure you're physically fine, then swears he'll hurt whoever sent you back in time and away from the rest of them. he also apologizes if he ever hurt you int he past that he may not remember distinctly. please reassure him its okay.

asmo is the first to pounce on you for a hug. immediately. you explain that you were gone for what felt like forever and he's SO happy to have you back!! insists that he gives you a makeover and you do a self care day for you to unwind after having to deal with their antics when they first got to the devildom.

beel low key wants to take you from asmo (and almost does) when you suggest you'll spend the whole next day with him and belphie. beel's idea of quality time is eating food & watching movies with people, so when you agree to do that, he agrees to not argue with asmo about who gets to make sure you're okay first. he's not really sure about this time travel business, but he knows he cares about you a lot and the thought that he (or him at the moment) wasn't there to protect you makes him feel a bit guilty.

belphie is more or less on the same lines as beel. he takes a bit more convincing to not pummel asmo (he's worried about you in his own way). however, he wants to spend the whole day learning about your adventures and trying to figure out how you remember everything versus how he does. his best way to think about it is like a weirdly-specific and realistic dream, but actually in reality. it's strange, but its the best way to wrap his head around everything.

i tried my best to answer your question!! i also started writing this WAY to late for my brain to be functioning properly so im sorry if this doesn't make sense :(( but thank you for sending smth in!! i love talking about these guys they're so fun. let me know if you have any other thoughts/want me to share any of my own!

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imaginationlover101 · 2 years

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In the Motel Hallway

Dean Winchester x reader

Summary: Being on the road with the Winchesters was one thing, but sleeping in the motels was another. With Sam missing, and Dean being asleep the reader starts to reminisce her time with the boys.

"Dean, I swear get off of me." Pushing Dean off of me for what seemed to be the 5th time that night I realized I was useless, Dean Winchester was out like a light. Huffing to myself I tried to pull the covers closer to my side of the bed but, once again Dean was hogging the covers.

Although I loved the aspect of being on cases with the Winchester brothers the sleeping arrangements were by far the worst. Even though I love Sam and Dean dearly, I love a queen sized bed to myself more.

In all honesty it's no ones fault but my own. Sam and Dean always offer to get another room for myself, but we all know its useless. To pay that much for two rooms that we'll use for almost over a week is a waste of money. Plus when the three of us research and try to put all the pieces together for a case, we all use one room anyways. So two rooms is a waste of money (not ours, but still).

Turning over to the other side of the bed, I knew I had lost. The continous talking and pulling the covers to my side of the bed wasnt working. One thing I had learned about sharing a bed with Dean is that hes a deep sleeper, blanket hogger, snoes so very loud, and sometimes will kick in his sleep.

Looking over at the clock I could hardly see. The bright red floursenet light always got in my eyes when sleeping , and on top of that when looking at the time I was shocked. The clock read almost 4 o'clock.

Sam, Dean, and I had ended our research a little before 1, so we couldnt have been sleeping for that long. I tried to look over the bed to Sam's side but it was no use. Dean was huddled out all over the bed that I could barely see over his body. Dean insisted that he had to sleep on the side of the bed closest to the door. It never made sense to me seeing as we hunted monsters every day of our life, so a intruder makes no difference. But of course once Dean has a thought in mind it stays that way.

Dean used to make Sam sleep on the bed closest to the window, but lately Sam's been taking the opposite bed. He says its because he doesnt want to wake Dean and I up when he goes on his morning run, but now fully sitting up in bed I could see why he chose the bed closest to the door. It was 4 o'clock in the morning, and Sam Winchetser was no where to be seen, as well as Deans impala keys

I had to admit I was confused on what to do. It was 4 in the morning and Sam was gone with the impala. The first thought that came to mind was that he couldnt sleep, Sam always got tired when driving so maybe that was why, but lately Sam hasn't been acting the same. The way he acts, his posture, diet, face eveything changed. Sam Winchester is the first one to yell at Dean or I when our postures bad, the only one to order a veggie burger from a diner, the only one to make Dean and I laugh, and the only one who still carried innocene throughout his face. I cant blame Sam for changing his descions in life, after all he has gone through a lot. But lately him sleeping peacefully in the impala goes to him waking up in sweats and discomfort. Something was wrong with Sam Winchetser and I couldnt figure it out yet.

Now realizing that sleep had now passed my eyes were fully open, and my head was clear. I wondered for a second if Sam was in the bathroom, but of course he wasnt. Opening the bathroom door my eyes soonly noticed the safe. The grey box was fully open and Sam's wallet was gone along with his ids.

Coming out ot the bathroom Dean was the first thing that hit my eye. Dean was finally getting the sleep he deserved even though he was stealing half of my blankets. I could of sworn I had woke him up when closing the bathroom door with the way his eyes were fluttering, but I was wrong. Dean soonly began to snore 10 times more increasingly loud then before. Dean adjusted his body on the bed so that his legs moved to my side of the bed, how perfect. Dean lifted his head off the pillow and onto the side of the bed near the nightstand and brought all the blankets closer.

Dean was lucky I cared about him. He was lucky that I knew he had a hard time sleeping and felt bad for him. I felt awkward watching him sleep, but in one way it brought me comfort. Beside from his obnoxious eye rolls, and his forehead scrunching I havent seen Dean in peace for a long time. It reminded me of when the two of us were younger, plus Sam.

When the three of us used to get locked in the motel alone because our parents were out "working". Sam, and I would sit together and tell stories (made up stories of course), we would make up what we thought were the funniest stories, and pretend like we were places far from a motel. Dean would sit on the couch like always rolling his eyes muttering about why were we doing such childish things.

Sam and I would beg Dean all day long, but he wouldnt move. It finally wouldn't be up until the sun set, and Dean finaly gave in. He would sit on the floor with Sam and I and talk all day long. He always gave in and made up stories with us, and pretended like our lives were normal. Because that's all we knew, we didnt know that spending all of our time in a creaky motel room wasn't normal, and still the pattern remains the same.

I started to wonder if Sam left because of the motel. I wondered if he had finally had enough, if he finally ran. But then once again I knew he was smart enough to not run away with Dean's impala. I knew Sam eventually would come back, but when?

In one way Sam was is just a little brother to me as much as he is to Dean. I grew up with Sam and Dean and even though we dont know what family is, we know that its similar to the bond that the three of us share.

It's funny to say that the bond that Sam and I share is different from the one Dean and I have. With Sam we know that we have the mutual brother sister relationship, but with Dean its different. Dean and I had always been opposites, even with our dads hunting together.

Dean always wanted to be a hunter he knew he was destined for it, always walking with his head held high and a knife in his pocket. He held confidence, charisma, humor, appeal, everything I wished I had. Meanwhile when I was younger I had no clue what the world had in store. I wanted to travel, and meet new people everyday. I wanted to be a fashion designer and fall in love. I wanted to get marry and eventually have children. Who would of know that all my ideas took a turn, but in one way I do get to meet new people frequently and travel alot (in the impala).

I decided to break free of the motel room, my mind had began bugging with thoughts and memories to the point where I couldn't focus. Unlocking the double lock door of the motel, I just waited until Dean called my name. I thought that making all the noise and leaving the bed would cause Dean to notice my absence but it didn't.

I should of brought a jacket outside. Even though it was late September, the fall weather was just around the corner. Our motel room was on the second floor overlooking the parking lot. I could now see the empty parking space that baby used to be in and the fresh burnout lines Dean had just made.

Although Sam and I tease Dean all the time about his car deep down we both love it. The impala holds so many memories between the three of us and even some between John and Mary. It's almost as if the impala had brought Dean and I closer together. It holds so many memories of us growing up, Dean teaching me how to drive, patching him up after his first fight, my first kiss and Dean seeing me cry for the first time.

I was 16 when Dean almost kissed me, while he was 18. My dad had forced me to go to my aunts house for the summer saying I needed to be a teenager, but I didn't care. All I wanted was to spend my summer with Sam and Dean. I knew it was much different then the summers we shared when we were younger, but still.

That night I has stormed out of the motel room after getting in a fight with my dad. I had become so mad at him that I wanted find Sam or Dean and leave. The minute I slammed the motel door, Dean was outside with his classic smile saying he thought it was time for a ride.

Dean and I drove for what felt like hours until he stopped by the creek near the motel. He asked what was wrong and I refused to tell him. Of course he was getting antsy and said that if i didnt tell him in the next 5 minutes he'd throw me in the creek. The minute he said that I started crying. Emotions were throw out of my mind and I started sobbing, backing into the passenger side door.

Dean had come closer to me and apologized saying he wouldn't of thrown me in the creek and was sorry. I started laughing because of Dean's thoughts and finally told him what happend. Dean had moved closer to me and brought me into a hug. We sat there for what felt like hours and Dean said we would go to the diner, his treat. We sat at the diner and Dean refused to let me talk about leaving saying "dont worry until it happens." We both ate burgers and Dean payed the bill, but not before asking for 2 ice cream sundaes.

I remember laughing at Dean when the waitress had brought our sundaes in a soda cup (I miss the days when waitresses wouldn't flirt with Dean). Dean left the tip and off we left in the impala. Pushing in the cassette tape I had made for Dean, the two of us listened to the music reminiscing of when we played the songs for the first time.

Finally making it back to the hotel Dean had parked in the back of the motel parking lot promising that we wouldnt go in our rooms yet. That night Dean let me sit on the hood of the impala, and I almost dropped my sundae when he said I could sit. There Dean and I sat huddled up against one another eating out ice cream on the hood of the impala.

I finally let it go that I was nervous to have my first summer alone at my aunts house, Dean promised if he had time he and Sam would visit. I remember being so cold that night because of the air and the ice cream. Dean had given me his jacket and said that even though we would be far apart he would always take care of me. I could of sworn that night we were going to kiss, but we didnt. The two of us sat there in silence enjoying the last summer of innocence we would have together.

Dean had walked me to my room and kissed me on the cheek and then he was gone. I could only assume John and my father went on a late night case to the bar that night because when we returned they were gone. A while after Dean dropped me off there was a knock on the door. There stood 14 year old Sam Winchester in dinosaur pjs pants claiming he was very upset Dean and I had spent time without. Dean soon came storming in after saying that it was for adults only, and Sam was still a child. After that we all sat on the brown leather motel couch and watched tv until we fell asleep.

Closing my eyes I almost thought I could transport back to that day. Even though I had gotten into a fight with my dad, Dean had made the day seem perfect, and that's what I loved about him. It was frustrating being in love with Dean, because everyone women in the America loved him. I always thought that if I told Dean I loved him I would have to compete with the beautiful blond that told him at the bar yesterday. On top of that sharing a bed made it worst, he was so affectionate in the morning and who could say no.

Leaning against the motel railing I knew things were complicated. I had been in love with Dean Winchester since I was 16 and still haven't worked up the nerve to tell him. It's almost like he could read my thoughts because the minute I said those words to myself the door opened.

I heard the creaky motel door before I saw him. There he stood Dean Winchester in plaid boxers with a shirt that definatly didnt match. His hair was messed up from sleep, he had his leather jacket on, and was missing his shoes.

"Y/N what are you doing out here, did you see Sam?" Laughing to myself I knew Dean and I shared the same thoughts about Sam.

"No, but I saw that he left with your keys too, I just wanted some air." Talk about air it was freezing, no wonder why the night reminded me when we were younger.

Humming Dean looked at me "Air at 4 in the morning, you sure your okay sunshine ?" Sunshine the nickname Dean had given me when I was 18 because he said that me and his car reminded him of sunshine.

Dean wrapped his jacket around his torso and started moving around for heat. "Jesus its cold for September. Dont tell me you've been out here without a jacket on Y/N.

Moving away from the railing and near Dean's arms I began to play with the strings coming off his jacket. "I havent been out here for that long, but it is cold."

Dean smirked and opened his jacket up larger. " I would give you my jacket it's too cold, but I'll never give up the chance to share with you."

Rolling my eyes I moved closer to Dean and wrapped myself in his jacket. Putting my arms around his waist Dean wrapped the rest of his jacket around the remainder of my body and rested his chin on my head. "You know tonight reminds me of that night when we were younger, you know that summer when I was 18."

Looking up from under Deans jacket, I smiled. "I thought the same thing." Dean I stood huddled up against one another for what felt like hours until we saw the shine of car lights. Who would of known it was Sam with the impala.

Dean shuffled the opposite way so that his head faced the motel door. "Oh he so owes us an awnser." Looking at Dean's eyes I begin to shuffle closer to him seeing as he let go of the jacket.

"Did you know your a blanket hogger?" "What are you talking about Y/N, no I'm not." "Uhh yes you are you took all the blankets and when I went to the bathroom you took up the whole bed, I couldnt even lay down." "So that's why you went outside then." "No Dean it wasn't because of-" Dean and I heard the jinngiling of his car keys and both looked the same way. There stood Sam holding the impala keys with a take out bag in his hand.

"What are you guys doing?" Sam looked at us and it took me long to realize that Dean and I were still pressed up against one another wrapped in his leather jacket.

"What are we doing, where the hell were you?" Dean walks closer to Sam still managing to keep us together in his jacket. Dean and I manage to shuffle walk to Sam, but not before he reaches us half way. Sam laughs at the two of us and directs his eyes to Dean's feet. "Its a long story."

"Dude stop what's wrong with you. What do you mean it's a long story. YOU TOOK MY BABY SAM!" "Dean it's not your baby it's a car" "Sam stop it! It is my baby stop trying to get out of this!"

The two boys began to bicker back and fourth and all I could do was watch. Here we were standing in the middle of a motel walkway bickering back and forth to one another. Dean and I were still huddled into one another, while he moves his whole body, and like always Sam's always being question.

To this day we still dont know where Sam went that night. If you had to sum up one moment that represented the boys and I this would be it. Even though we had our moments we still would always be family. I might of not told Dean that I loved him that night, but deep down he knew. Someday I would work up the courage to tell him how I truly felt, that I was always in love with him.♡

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aritamargarita · 1 year

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GOLDEN || 007

me after lying for more than a week. the streak is over guys. but it wasnt my fault ok it was actually tumblrs!!!

the fact i have had to revise this chapter around five times GOOD GOD. i finally found an idea to focus on. originally wanted it to be strictly ecw, but we ended up heading on back to wcw lol. shorter than id like it to be but..i split it heehee

id also like to clarify things our tenure is like: ecw (1994-1996) > wcw (february 1996-september 1997) > ecw (october/november 1997) > wwf (december 1997)... how fun is that? hope that makes sense i think i talk about lore too much (yes i will go into detail)

YOU THINK TROUBLE follows you almost everywhere you go. When you went to WCW, you just wanted some peace. Of course, you’re just so unlucky that you can never EVER get what you want.

“Did you seriously crawl all the way from the ring?”

You’re not sure whether to commend him for his efforts or just be disappointed.

“Jeez, you’re so pathetic,” You say. “You can’t even stand on your own feet. I almost feel sorry for you.”

Raven doesn’t have the energy to look up, but he definitely knows it’s you. His vision is blurred, with the only thing in his view being your shoes.

Your voice sends Raven into a frenzy. While he hates the way you’re talking down to him, he loves the sound of it. He’s not sure if it’s his mind being all woozy.

….He’s bleeding, too. It’s noticeable, especially on his face. Some of his curls were also stained with red. You knew for a fact Stevie and Sandman did a number on him during his match.

Especially since the latter swung by afterwards and spilled the deets. Sandman was already lighting up a cigarette by the time he got to you. You can only wonder how he got it so fast..

“I set him straight.” He said, a puff of smoke hitting you in your face.

You wave it out the way, scrunching your nose. You’re not entirely sure what he said, but you don’t really care. “Can you—can you like, at least blow somewhere else?”

He just laughs at you. “Needed you to get your head out of the clouds.”

You’re unsure what number cigarette he’s on now. You’re too busy stuck in your thoughts to care. “I was listening, I-I swear.”

“Oh yeah? Then what did I just say?”

“…….”

Your silence causes him to puff more smoke in your direction. Goddamn it. You’re going to have a problem with him if you end up getting any secondhand smoke symptoms..

“Ha. Knew ya’ weren’t listening. I’ll say it again. You didn’t do it, so I ended up doing it myself. You’re letting this idiot fuck you guys over.”

At the time, you definitely weren’t listening. You were backstage pacing back and forth, hoping that Stevie made it out alright. You hadn’t seen him since he stormed out there and told you to stay behind.

Seeing Raven beaten down makes you feel complete. It makes you feel like you got your revenge, even if it was by proxy.

You kneel down to his level. “It’s crazy that it ended up like this. You’ve lost everyone, huh? I may be the only person you have left.”

You may be right. Raven’s lost everything. He’s lost Beulah. He’s lost his little lackeys. They’re all gone. They want nothing to do with him.

He’s half the man he used to be.

And he can’t say you didn’t try. You really, really did. For his sake. You destroyed yourself everyday so he’d be happy.

You left Terry’s side for him. You’ve even messed Tommy up so he could win his matches. You’ve never EVER received a ‘thank you’. Nothing was ever given to you in return.

Either way, if he wouldn’t give you appreciation, you hoped that someone else would. There were other people in the nest you could talk to..

You used to talk to Beulah the most, as she would request for you specifically to curl her hair. In her words: “there’s no one else that can do it like you”. She’s always been incredibly sweet to you.

The moment she had aligned herself with Tommy Dreamer was when things got worse. Raven forbid you from ever talking to her again. Don’t look at her. Don’t even THINK of her.

She didn’t exist in your life anymore.

After that, you really didn’t have any friends outside of her. Luckily, you then found yourself finding comfort in none other than Stevie Richards.

It surprised you. He was so peppy and he always looked as bright as the sun. He’s someone you thought you’d get annoyed with, but in the end, you felt like you two had a lot more in common.

Whenever you and him found something even the slightest bit funny, the two of you would burst into giggles.

It was almost scary how abrupt your joy would come to an end when Raven walked into the room.

When he’d do that, sometimes he will stare at you two. If you were lucky, you’d get out of it without him berating you. You two feel like you’re walking on eggshells around him.

…You’ve come to the conclusion that Raven can’t stand happiness. It was probably because he’s never had any in life. Because he didn’t have it, none of you in the Nest could.

It made you feel bad for him. He’s had a strange upbringing, so you felt like if you left him, he’d fall apart.

Maybe that’s why he acts the way he does. You wish you could open his head and just take a look at his brain. You wonder what’s going on in there.

You could never figure it out, but then came Kimona Wanalaya. She came into the picture sooner than you thought. Almost out of nowhere. Raven definitely wanted a place to pin his sadness.

Obviously, she was the cushion. He was the pin. She was very quiet, a little bit snarky. You figured Raven probably played a part in her behavior.

She always wore the cutest clothes though, that you had to admit. Once you told her as much, Kimona had told you that you’re welcome to come through her closet anytime.

You thought about it. It’s a hard maybe. Thing is, you’ve actually started matching with Stevie on occasion. Just to see how it feels.

You had to cut some of your old denim jeans as short as you could possibly get them.

Not too much, of course. There’s more of a mystery when someone’s covered up, you think. Then again, you had to wear crop tops, so eh.

Hey, on the bright side, no wardrobe malfunctions!

It got a kick out of the crowd, seeing you jump around and be all hyper as you head towards the ring. Mimicking him was really fun.

Raven didn’t like it though. He didn’t like how close you two were getting at all. It was all his fault though, he’s pretty cold to the both of you. It’s inevitable that you two would start to get along.

He really thought you’d get jealous of Kimona. That’s why he brought her around in the first place, at least that’s what he was telling himself. Yet you’re too focused on Stevie to even pay him any mind.

He never said anything about it either. All he could do was lie in the bed he made.

It’s all his fault and there’s nothing he could do to fix it. He shouldn’t have let you two get confident enough to leave him. None of you had the guts to get anything done.

He was the hero. It wasn’t any of you that aligned himself with him. He was the hero at the end of this story, you guys were just pawns to be used along the way.

Raven’s the winner. He always has been and always will be.

But winners don’t writhe on the ground while bleeding. He’s still having a hard time stabilizing himself.

He raises up a hand and tries to hold onto you in an attempt to get any kind of leverage, but you scoot away. “Ew, stop. You’re gonna get blood on me..”

Just as you say that, he spits out a string of blood, murmuring something that you couldn’t hear.

You don’t really care.

“I tried helping you, Raven. I really did. It may be a stretch, but I’m almost the only person that can stand being around you just a little bit. There's no one that'll ever treat you like I do."

It was halfway a lie. You were sure if you stood nearby him any other time, you’d either try to claw his eyes out or end up crying. You hope it ends up being the former.

“I bet everyone loves you.” He finally says something understandable, using his hand to try and wipe away blood that was masking his vision.

He doesn’t turn upward to face you, deciding to stare right into the space behind. “I can only begin to wonder how that felt. Being appreciated and wanted in society. To be respected, not feared…”

“Oh yes. People love me.” You confirm. “You love me too.”

“….I don’t.”

“You definitely do. Don’t kid yourself…” You’re looking straight at him. "Haven't your parents ever told you its not good to lie?"

Maybe he does love you. No, he doesn’t know what he feels around you. It’s not contempt and it’s not admiration either.

The moment he says something that directly confronts the problem is the moment that you’ve won. He doesn’t want to give you that satisfaction.

“I know for a fact you love me, because you don’t have anyone else that does.” You can’t fight the small smile on your face. “You know, people recognizing their self-worth and all that.”

You say it so casually. Raven’s clenching his fist. The audacity of it all. You’re not even helping him. You should be helping him back to his feet and whispering that everything would be okay.

Yet here you are. You’re making fun of him.

It’s something that neither of you would’ve expected. He fucking hates how it ended up being this way.

This isn’t fair. None of it is.

You feel like Raven’s hurt you for far too long. It’s his turn to get the short end of the stick.

Raven knew that it was inevitable he’d see you again, but not like this. This wasn’t the way he planned for things to go.

You must be a curse. Ruining everything one step at a time. Then again, it was partially his mothers fault as well.

Everything was crafted to be so meticulous. He would be there, then work his way back into your life and right inside of your head, just like old times. And if Stevie’s there, you’re sure to follow.

It’s not like things weren’t going to plan at first. He knew he would follow you to WCW once you left, that’s why he stopped asking.

As soon as you saw him in the crowd, you knew that you were in for a ton of shit. First, it’s Sting you had to deal with, now on top of that you had to deal with Raven?!

It only made you feel the slightest bit better to see Stevie frantically waving at you in the crowd as well. It made you a little upset seeing them together, mainly because he’s made so much progress with leaving Raven in the dust.

Unfortunately for Raven, the one damn time that his mother was backstage trying to get in was when it started to fall apart. You shouldn’t have been there!

And thus began the reckoning, as he would call it.

“Oh, that [Name] girl is so sweet! Why don’t you invite her over for dinner?” Raven’s mother would urge him to invite you over every chance she got. He definitely didn’t want you inside his house.

“No mom.” He’d always respond. “She can’t come over.”

"Why not, Scotty?"

Raven cringes. He hates when she calls him that. It’s not who he is anymore. "Because. I don't want her to.."

"Well, please reconsider." She says, laying the table cloth down onto the table. "What about your other friend, Chris Kanyon, wasn’t it?”

“I don't care.” He waves her off. “Why do you even want them to come anyway?”

“I just think they would be wonderful guests to have. I'm sure Chastity would enjoy the company as well."

If you came over, nothing would work. He doesn't exactly know how you'll react to him either.

You had stopped listening to him near the end of your tenure, which really pissed him off. You slowly started to realize that he can’t control you anymore. He shouldn't have in the first place. Before you left, you decided to make amends with ones that you've done wrong.

..With everyone except for him. Because you truly never did anything to hurt him. It's been him hurting you this entire time. And you just sat there and took it because you didn't know any better.

You feel like this was inevitable, just like a moth to a flame, you find yourself coming right back to Raven. Even after you’ve joined the NWO.

Really. Who could resist? It was an invite from his own mother! She completely ignored his request, holding onto the statement that some company would do him good.

You probably should’ve known that this would be a segment somehow, too..

His mother is right by your side with a smile. "I really hope you're enjoying the stay.”

“I am! You have a really beautiful home.” Seriously. It was huge. His parents must’ve been millionaires, if not billionaires. There’s no way this could really be Raven’s childhood home, could it?

You feel like everything is a lie. From his “terrible” upbringing, to the way he treated you and the others..

Did this mean he just did it because he could?!

“I’m not sure where Scotty is. I think it’s so rude he won’t come and greet you. I’m sorry about that. It’s something he’s working on in his treatment.”

“Treatment, you say?” Oh, now you’re curious.

“Oh, yes! He didn’t tell you?” Of course he didn’t. “He’s been seeing a doctor for his behavior as of late. It’s a slow process, but I miss my little boy…..”

You feel bad for her. You really did. Yet you want to tell her how bad her son has treated you and a few others, but you’re sure it’s not what she wants to hear right now.

“Feel free to make yourself at home, [Name]. In the meantime, I can make you something to drink if you’d like?” His mother seemed very enthusiastic about you being here. “Wine? Maybe water?”

You shake your head. “No, I’m good, thank you.”

Chastity is too engrossed in her magazine to notice you in the room at first, but when her mother clears her throat, she looks up.

Seeing it’s you, a smile grows on her face. “Hey, [Name].” She greets.

You knew Chastity was from ECW, but by the time she was there, you were already departed from the company. “Hi there, Chas.” You wave. “Anything new?”

She sets the magazine flat onto the table. “Hey. Yeah. Raven’s friend is getting on my nerves. He thinks I like him or something. I can't even begin to imagine why he comes over here in the—“

A creaking sound coming from the other room makes the three of you turn around. It's Kanyon, followed by a sluggish Raven coming down the steps.

Upon seeing your face, Raven's completely startled. "What the hell is she doing here? Mooom, I told you, I didn't want her to come over!"

Ouch, way to greet your guests..

His mother isn't pleased. The look of embarrassment spreads on her face like a wildfire. "Scotty! That's no way you should say hello.."

Raven doesn't respond, just shakes his head. What can he do about it now that you're here? Absolutely nothing, so he just staggers over to you. "Hey."

"Hi. Nice place you've got here."

He scoffs. You’re damn right it’s a nice place. It’s what he wants to say, but is only able to mutter out a: “Right. Whatever.”

“I mean, I didn't know you had such a big house.” You say. “Like wow.”

Raven scoffs. “It’s nothing. You always exaggerate stuff.”

You motion outside, ignoring his previous comment. “You even have a pool! I know my place is a bit spacious, but holy shit, I don’t even have a pool.”

...Something tells you he’s not happy to see you at all. He just walks past you and heads towards the couch. You really were surprised though. He'd go on and on about his rough upbringing, but you weren't exactly sure if you believed him or not now.

His mother huffs. “I’m sorry. He doesn’t seem to be in a good mood right now..” She expectantly looks at Kanyon, but he only shrugs at her.

Kanyon gives you a wave though. “Hey. You’re [Name], right? From ECW?”

“Yeah, yeah I am. And you are…?”

“Chris Kanyon.”

You don’t recognize him, yet you still hold out your hand for him to shake. “I see. Nice to meet you, then!”

“Raven talks about you a lot. You should see all the stuff he’s got in his room about..” Kanyon is just about to continue, but Raven immediately launches out of his seat to cut him off.

“Yo, Kanyon,” His voice sounded strained. “I wanted to show ya’ a thing in our backyard. You know. The thing I was talking about? C’mon, dude.”

“Wait, what thing?”

Raven’s already shoving the poor guy outside. You watch them leave in suspicion, then turn back around to his mother. She’s only waving the two off, telling them not to make much of a mess.

“Hey, can I use your bathroom?” You ask.

She nods. “Of course. Up the stairs to the right, sweetie.”

“Thanks.” You give her a nod, then turn away to head up the stairs. You didn’t actually have to use the bathroom, obviously. You just want to know what the heck Raven’s got in his room for him to cut Kanyon off like that.

He's bad at keeping secrets, that's for sure. Once you get up there, you try to be a little quiet as you slink the opposite way. You peek through one door and you're met with a decently sized room. It's nice. Neatly decorated, clean, and a ton of space. Holy shit, they really are rich!

This doesn't seem to be his room anyway. It may be his mother's. You don't see anything that would tick off the boxes that it could be his. He mentioned that he was a "rock guy", so you figure he'd have some type of memorabilia in his room.

You close it and move on. You wish you could compliment her on how nice it was, but you were supposed to be in the bathroom, not snooping around.

The next room that was down the hall seemed to be what you were looking for. Of course he had something on the door that said, "DO NOT ENTER". He's so corny.

Compared to the other room, this totally looked like his. It's a little more stuffy, but the decorations inside seem to make up for it. Nothing seems to be out of the ordinary, save for the posters displayed on his wall.

Again, you're not surprised. He would always proudly effuse that he was a huge rock fan. He even wore the shirts to back it up. Not to mention how annoying he would get when you two were in the car together. Whatever CDS he brought...was the shit that you had to listen to for the entire trip.

For some reason, you feel a little creepy invading his space like this, even feel like you’re a little rude for overstepping a boundary.

Then again, he kinda deserved it. As bad as it sounded, he was just getting karma. You’re not exactly sure if therapy was going to help him enough.

That man is broken and you’re not a construction worker. You can’t fix him.

You just head into his room and slowly close the door behind you, leaving it open juuust a little bit so that you can hear better. You’d just be in and out once you find what you were looking for.

This would be a little hard. His room was a little more disorganized. You have to kneel down to move things around from the end of his bed.

At first, it starts to look like you weren’t going to strike gold at all. But your hand brushes up against something hard under the pile of clothes you tried to sort out next.

There’s some sort of small storage bin poking out from the bottom of his bed. Really weird.

You shuffle more clothes around and pull it out. You seriously have to make this quick, because you knew the others would probably start to wonder why you're upstairs for so long. You pop the top open and what you find isn't what you would expect.

Why were there so many pictures of you in here?

Some candids, some cuttings from the WCW magazine..

What the fuck.

What the fuck is going on here.

You drop it quickly and it flutters back into the bin. It's just as you thought, he's as much as a problem as Sting, if not WORSE. You don't even think Sting's gone as far as getting photos of you, but goddamn.

Scarily enough, you feel flattered. You just want to hit yourself for even feeling that way. This is wrong. Very, very wrong.

It's definitely time to get the fuck out of dodge, before you can even explore why you aren't as alarmed as you should be. You close the top on the bin and shove it where it was, then throw some clothes over it.

You stand up from your spot and look at a desk that was nearby. There was some sort of collectible trading card set on there. You figure you'll take something, just because you can. Call it a gift to yourself, a collateral for your mental health.

The coast is clear, so you make your way out of his room and towards the steps. For a second you have to take a breath, holding onto the banister.

You start to think maybe you should go home. That would be the best decision. You head back down the stairs and walk over to the living room area. "Chastity," You call her and she looks up at you. "I'm gonna head out. I just remembered I had something to do. Can you tell your mother that I'm sorry?"

She looks at you in confusion. "You got here not too long ago. Are you okay??" The look on your face is a little too obvious. Plus, you didn't call her a nickname.

"I'm fine, really!" You exclaim louder than intended. "Seriously. Just a little on edge because I forgot something really important. I'll see you later?"

Chastity figures she wouldn't get anywhere else with you, so she gives a thumbs up and lets you go for now.

It's only when you head out the door, was when you started to feel a little bit sick. You don't know what happened, but you just feel like you don't want to see Raven for a while.

It's what he would have wanted anyways. You weren't welcome in his house.

You had no choice but to respect his wishes.

i keep trying to do things..but tumblr just wont let me be great?!?!?!?!

THIS IS NOT OUR REGULARLY SCHEDULED PROGRAM..the bret fans get a double u next chapter i promise. desktop is literally acting up for me now, though i think it may just be THIS draft if that makes sense???

now we have two stalkers. reader just has more history with raven thats why she kinda likes this. sting's gonna slam dunk knock it out of the park this shit though trust me!

#wwe golden series #wwe raven x reader #ecw raven x reader #stevie richards x reader #WHERE ARE MY GODDAMN TAGS??!??#just cut the cameras.#GIRL WHERE YA GOIN #HMM AHHHH THROW THAT AHH BACK HERE #each post i make the tags become crazier and crazier #just keeping you guys on your toes #who else in wcw help

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winderlylandchime · 8 months

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Okay 3/3 I AM SO SORRY! But i really wanted you to get the full gist of this since this was the episode that kind of started it all without him even realizing it.

‘..oh no offense to Brian but I would NOT sit on that swing set…haha that kid does not want that bat! He is an ally just like me and he knows the horrors! OH SHIT HE REMEMBERS! HE REMEMBERED AND BRIAN IS SO FUCKING WORRIED FFS CAN SOMEONE MAKE HIM ADMIT HES IN LOVE ALREADY BECAUSE I AM ONLY ONE MAN AND I CAN ONLY DO SO MUCH!’ He is saying all this while looking at me as if its my fault the writers wrote this. ‘Im happy for mel and linds so no offense my dudes, but yall suck as a couple.’ Ive been waiting all episode for the last scene to happen and when i looked at him, he just put his hand up and shushed me. ‘oh bri bri was scared! What did i say?! He looooves him! Yeah Brian why didnt you tell him you tried to save him?! Ill tell you why: GUILT! He is feeling guilty bc he too has ptsd and yet nobody except me for some reason notices that and *points to himself* I am on many many many drug- oh they’re gonna fuck. Justin, are WE ready for this? Oh apparently we are. OH MY GOD THE SCARF! I FORGOT ABOUT THE SCARF! THE SCARF! JUSTIN IS BACK BUT HE STILL HAS IT! I THOUGHT IT WAS ONLY WITHOUT JUSTIN BUT JUSTIN KINDA WASNT HERE EVEN WHEN HE WAS BC HES NOT THEE JUSTIN YET YOU KNOW? I SWEAR IM MAKING SO MUCH SENSE IN MY HEAD! He has the scarf!!! AND JUSTIN SAW IT! OH MY GOD THE SCARF! THE SCARF!!! *hits me repeatedly while just yelling the word SCARF! at me*, okay i am chill! I am calm! This is all normal! HE WANTS HIM INSIDE OF HIM?! OH THATS ONE WAY TO SAY IT! LIKE THE FIRST TIME?! OFC HE REMEMBERS! Brian..bri bri, idk how to tell you this my bro but what you’re doing right now is making love not fucking, so WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY FIRST TIME HMMMM? Do we need to revisit the L word?! THEY ARE HOLDING HANDS WHILE MAKING LOVE! BRIAN WHO ARE YOU FOOLING BC IT SURE ISNT ANY OF US! ALEXA PLAY L-O-V-E BY ASHLEE SIMPSON! *alexa starts playing* OH SHIT i forgot you had that bitch, i was just messing, stop her she’s ruining the vibes for them! This my dear friend is making passionate love after a horrible even- OH MY GOD THE SCARF AGAIN! Im cool, im tota- actually i dont think im cool. That was..i need a cigarette’ he then went outside and when i looked out the window to see how he was doing, he was laying in the middle of the grass in a star position. It took him 10 minutes to come inside, and when he got inside he just went ‘i gotta call mom..but i told her im not watching it. I need someone to listen to my thoughts (OH IF ONLY HE KNEW) i know! Im gonna trick her into listening to me without her knowing whats it about so that way she wont know i watched it’ so there we have it: 1) he went through every emotion on the planet 2)i swear 1 ep takes over an hour to watch bc he keeps pausing/rewinding for “research” 3) our mom will for sure kill me and him too and 4) writing these is chaotic bc i do update the group chat while its happening and then later put it on “paper” for you but holy shit this is A LOT and i always feel bad hdjska

THANK YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE ANON

3/3

#ask winderlylandchime #dear sweet anon #a straight man watches qaf us 2000 in the year of our lord 2023

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wowwwhi · 6 months

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make a gender neutral aita post, cas

ur wish js my command dudde

AM I (m?????? youre not getting my age what are you a cop) the asshole for leaving my husband (???? like 33 or smth hell if i can remember) bc he was entirely unhelpful abt matters regarding my boyfriend (im not even going to elaborate on either age or gender here WHY is this relevant riddle me that)

okso to preface this. the matters WERE death. likeeee. he died. that was the problem. dead boyfriend.

so. be me or whatever. leave home. meet a dude. lets call this guy uhhhh carl or something. have a crush on him (and be p sure hes got a crush on you too) so you start like mock dating. but its never that serious. meet dude number two. well call this one uh. richard. get a lot more involved with richard. marry richard. swear ur. undying fealty or whatever to him. the full extent.

important note 2: richard is like SUPER DEFINITELY a murderer. you did not investigate this at the time you juts thought he was cool and quirky and evil or smth but like he TOTALLY kills people. like. if you were to draw a cartoon murderer thats this dude. got that too?

so carl (who ur still dating btw) hates richard bc hes like 'ok that guy definitely kills people hes definitely a criminal what the fuck why would u marry him. and also wdym our relationship isnt that serious'

and richard who ur still married to is not the GREATESTTT fan of carl bc like. obvious reasons i mean.

but ur like guys shut up i can handle this

okay be me again. keep being me. continue. alr. realise youve married like the THE WORST DUDE EVER.

and then u fail to handle it totally. i MEANNN no i didn't. orr well you didn't. what the fuckass tense are we in rn.

and i dont mean the mruder. that too! but. likeeee. you got into this super fast uve never seen him mad yet or any of those other checks and now ur living in a HOUSE with this dhde

his dish managment is HORRIBLE hes superrrr patronisign (i am younger than him ill give u that much) hes got this habit of being smug abt evry fucjin thing and your always a lilllll bit worried the cops or smth are gknna show up at the door lookin for him

and its slowly becomign less and less uhhhh. hunky dory. if u will.

but ur copin. badly but ur coping.

and EEVEY time u try to bring up an issue he just pretends its not a problem or it doesnt exist or smt

ok.

and thn u wake up to the news ur boyfrienf carl (remember him?) has died .

stupdi accident he didnt need to get involved into. u probably could have talked him out of dying inthe first place kind of 'he didnt need to get involved in' situation. wasnt like. cancer.

so.

bring this up to ur husband over breakfast.

hes actually super understanding and really nice and you work through all of NO OFFUCKING COURSEHES NOT. HAVE U MET THIS MAN.

HES AN ARSE ABT JT. HES MET CARL LIKE AMYBE ONCE AND HES ALREADY ACTUNG LIKE HE KNOWS BETTERT HAN YOU ON THSI SUBJECT

grit ur teeth and bear it mostly bc u knw arguing is NOTTT gonan work. continue ur day as per usual trying to act like your FUCKIGN BOYFRIENF hasnt just DIED

proceed to actually get too sick of it and walk out on him without a word. astounding.

and hes all like 'oh this is ur fault oooh ur ruinign this marriage' and its like shut the FUCK up dude

ur husband then proceeds to absolutely spam u with calls and stuff and eventually u answer

then he makes u kill a bunch of people but were not getting onto that

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thetangycheesemanwithaplan · 12 days

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Buddie Week Day 5: Didn't know they were dating- demisexual Eddie- "I swear it wasnt my fault this time"

Alternative Prompt: "This made me think of you."

Evan ‘Buck’ Buckley had a lot of love to give. No one craved it as much as him, no one gave it as much as him; he was the epitome of all that was love. Everyone who knew him knew this, if anyone asked what his best quality was, they’d nearly always answer that it was his heart. Some days Eddie had to pinch himself to remind him that Buck had given his heart to him. Eddie was still in awe, that of all the people Buck could love that way, he chose Eddie. And once Buck had given him his heart, Eddie knew more than anyone, just how special he was and how precious it was to have his love. He was reminded everyday through the little things that Buck did.

#buddie week 2024 #Leo writes #im so behind cause ive been ill #omg i need to get on with it ugh #buddie #911 #911 abce #911 fanfic #evan buck buckley #eddie diaz

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drawing-way-outside-the-lines · 1 year

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➖ Mature content, 18+ ➖ check the trigger tags each time ➖

Chapter 7 - Long days, short nights. Episode 10.

Andy: Yeah? *It was easy to hear he was nervous. His cheeks were red and his eyes too, and he looked as if he was expecting me to pack my things and move to the other side of the earth*

Evan: *I cleared my throat and smiled softly* I think my smokes are downstairs, and I could really use one… do you have any up here?

Andy: *He forced a half smile and rolled over on his back, halfway sitting up in the bed as he opened a small drawer in the bedside table and grabbed a pack of cigs and a lighter, quickly lighting one for himself before he reached me the pack.* Evan: *I grabbed it, lit one myself and turned to lay on my back again, blowing the smoke up into the ceiling, taking a deep relaxing breath* Andy: I'm afraid to ask *he said in a hescitating voice after about a minutes silence, I turned my head and looked at him questioning* Uh… *he scratched his messy mohawk a bit and let his eyes travel nervously around the room* was… uhm… was it good for you too? I mean, I know you came, but that could just be a natural reaction… I mean, it was very good for me…. amazing in fact…. I just… if you didnt like it, it's absoutely okay, I wont get offended… I mean I barely did anything, I just got so scared if I moved an inch you would *I noticed he had suddenly pulled the blanket over his body, as if trying to cover himself, now nervously fumbling on one of it's corners, I hated seeing him anxious like that, especially if I was the fault. He went on, and I swear I could hear his voice break* I just… you know… I hope you didnt feel forced or something… I wouldnt want you to end up with a feeling of…

Evan: *I couldnt stand seeing him like that another second, so I qickly sat up, grabbed his chin and kissed him sofly*

------Andy's point of view------

*I gasped as he kissed me. I had expected he would leave any minute, and here we was, kissing me, making no attempts of escaping our nest of gay sex. Did this mean he was staying? I didn't dare to open my mouth and ask. I wanted him to stay more than anything else, and my heart was pounding wildly, both scared and happy at the same time. As he slowly pulled away from me, I didn't dare to open my eyes. Afraid I would wake up from a dream and he wouldnt be there. So when he spoke I gasped slightly*

Evan: Andy…

*I opened my eyes to see he was laying next to me, covered in the other half of the blanket that was free. But judging by his naked chest peeking over the edge of the fuzzy warm blanket, he was still naked underneath it. Was that a sign he wasnt gonna leave at all? My hands suddenly started shaking nervously, and I could see on his worried eyes that he noticed, so I quickly took a last big drag of the cig and killed it in the ashtray, not even half done with it, but didn't want to worry him further.*

Evan: Andy… *he spoke in a soft and deep voice, and man that deep voice of his always had me swimming away in it* lay down please….

*What? I was more than confused, and suddely heard myself laugh sheepishly. I slapped my own forehead, crumbling my toes over my own stupidity. Now he would definitely never want to have sex with me again. Stupid fucking dumb Andy! I yelped loudly as he suddenly grabbed my arm and roughly pulled me down, in a way so I ended up laying in the nook of his arm, with my head on his still naked chest. What was going on???!! He wanted us to cuddle? After sex? I didnt dare to believe it was true. Oh no, wait… I know what this is. I must have embarassed myself so much I simply died from it, and now I was in heaven, imagining shit. Yeah, that's what was happening.*

----Evans's point of view----

*He was stiff as a board, obviously confused, so I knew I had to speak up, even if I was losing my nerves. I cleared my voice and wrapped my arm around him, taking a drag of my cig still dangling from the other hand. As I blew the smoke out I turned my head and planted a soft kiss on his forehead* relax, please… *I took another drag from the cig, then killed it in the ashtray next to me, and as I returned my head on my pillow I added another soft kiss to the first one, leaned in and whispered softly* Andy… Im not going anywhere…. it was amazing for me too. I instantly felt him sighing relieved as his body started relaxing. I was happy I was able to make him relaxed, and I was even happier when he snuggled himself closer to me, sliding his fingers between my fingers on my free hand I had placed on my stomach.*

Andy: *He suddenly chuckled softly and I couldnt help but wonder what was going on in that beautiful mind of his, but before I got to ask, he already answered my question* I hope no one heard us, you were pretty loud towards the end…

Evan: *I chuckled silently, truth was in that moment I couldnt care less about it. All I cared about was Andy in my arms, and I dug my nose into his mohawk, sniffing him in. And within few minutes I was fast asleep, and so was he. Tangled naked in each other, satisfied and serene.*

#Andy Shaw-Thompson #Andycorn #Evan Thompson #unicornmanes

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astro-can · 8 months

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R U NEXT final lineup (a lot of swearing, beware)

AINT NO FUCKING WAY JIWOO, JEONGEUN, JEEMIN, AND HIMENA WERE ACTUALLY ELIMINATED

AINT NO FUCKING WAY

i thought jiwoo and jeemin were 100000% gonna debut instead of iroha and wonhee.

NO HATE

JUST

wonhee????? really? she debuted? instead of JIWOO? instead of JEEMIN? instead of JEONGEUN? instead of HIMENA?

WHY TF WERE PEOPLE ACTUALLY VOTING FOR HER

SHE GOT FIRST FUCKING PLACE WITH DECENT VOCALS AND SHITTY STAGE PRESENCE

WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS

WHY WERE PEOPLE VOTING HER

IM ACTUALLY SO DISAPPOINTED

IN HYBE, EVERYONE WHO VOTED HER FORT FIRST PLACE, AND LEE HYUN

fucking LEE HYUN was praising her the ENTIRE TIME even tho she wasnt doing SHIT and he found the most random faults in all the other contestants. WHAT TEH FUCK

ALSO WTF IS THE NAME

"Ill-Lit"

😭

ITS BASICALLY 'EYELIT"

THEY ELIMINATED JIWOO, THE BEST VOCALIST AND THE PERFECT LEADER

THEY ELIMINATED JEONGEUN, OUR SWEET ALL-ROUNDER

THEY ELIMINATED JEEMIN, WHO PERSEVERED HER WAY AND ACHIEVED SO MUCH

THEY ELIMINATED HIMENA, WHO FINALLY GOT TO SHINE IN THE LAST FEW EPISODES

WHATDAHBKUAHDUOHDAU

IM GLAD THAT MINJU, YOUNGSEO, YUNAH, AND MOKA MADE IT BUT WONHEE (good at one thing) AND IROHA (unstable vocals) DESERVED TO BE ELIMINATED

fuck you hybe i hate you

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i havent journaled in a while so i guess ill do one now while i wait for this melly to kick in so i can sleep.

i actually meant to do this last night but i got too tired to continue after typing 2 words lol. i went to work today and then hung out with my bf afterwards for like 6.5hrs. it was a good time with him today. we really just smoked a little joint in his backyard while his dogs ran around. then he made grilled pork and we had his sisters pasta and meatballs with it. we watched the new ep of frieren while eating some krispy kreme glazed donut that his sister brought and then we just hung out for the rest of the night. funny enough, i actually meant to write some things about him last night but after hanging out today, my initial thoughts have changed. basically, ive noticed that hes been in this weird funk for a few wks and i couldnt really figure out what it was and if it was just me overanalyzing or whatever. after i hung out with snow which was feb2, there was an incident where i accidentally forgot to reply for 2hrs, even tho i read his msg so that affected our relationship in a way to the point where like he apparently started to care less and wasnt fully into it all. the way he explained it to me, he felt like he was holding back his feelings or like they just werent connecting and whenever we hung out, it felt like a regular hangout (almost like how a friend hangout would feel). it was only up until recently where he started to acknowledge it more bc of this recurring situation we were having with sex. like for a little bit honestly, i would notice that he wasnt fully into it like he used to be/normally is. i didnt say anything at first but after a while i think we were on the topic and i told him what ive been noticing. then all of a sudden it got worse bc it was actually affecting our relationship. it made us (but mostly him) question our connection, his state of mind, our chemistry, all that. like we didnt know what the problem was since this like never happens so its weird.. and he did bring back up how when i hung out with snow last time, at the time he told me that something in him switched and he couldnt explain it or fully understand it but whatever it was, i guess it was progressively becoming more prevalent without him realizing. like he was pretty much self sabotaging himself and so he recently actually had to like “self reflect” foreal bc i swear, he was being less like himself and less emotional and genuinely happy and not as affectionate. it wasnt completely obvious but i def did sense that something felt different. i felt like he would act jealous and suspicious of me at times and itd be his own trust issues coming out, as well as some insecurity. like, at times those parts of him were tiring bc its like the same things over & over. it made me feel like he was trying to find literally anything to use to try to pick at with me. like to find fault in me or accuse me/suspect me of something that i clearly am not doing. like i already know hes got some deep rooted trust issues and self esteem issues but damn it felt like i was always the one messing up and upsetting him and making it like hes just being sensitive and dramatic..like!! no!! its just sometimes so difficult to try to tell someone who is actually overthinking and overdoing it without sounding like youre gaslighting or brushing it off as nothing. i really was trying to understand him and his pov. its seriously all bc of my friendship with snow which is crazy…like how has our friendship become this prominent in both our lives and is causing this much conflict between us, even tho i told him a million times that it shouldnt. i tell him the truth about it, im not lying, not cheating, not anything but its affected him soo much. btw we are trying to plan a day to hang out again soo we shall see how he reacts to it & ill also not make the same mistake. ill deal with that later but at least today, he felt like really great and happy which is good and it made me realize how i did miss this from him. im glad were okay tho:)

#journal #mypost

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series-thoughts · 6 months

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JUST HEAR ME OUT:

Imagine, in the end, Caroline and Chucky are cornered. And they purpose a game, if Chucky wins, they all die. If they win, they get to kill Chucky. The game? King's Corner. Real simple, really easy. And the rules are to get through three rounds without quitting, they don't even have to win.

Seems too good to be true, right?

They decide to play it, since they'll willingly have Caroline on their side. And Jake decides to be the one who plays with Chucky, Devon watching out to see if he cheats. But before the third round, Caroline complains that she's thirsty and gets drinks for everyone before the next round. Chucky said that you always have drinks and snacks during a card game, or that was how his family played.

But, surprise surprise, Chucky drugged the drinks. But not in a way you'd expect, it didn't kill them, but put them under enough drugs to think that they had all made this up and they were in a psych ward together, and Chucky was their therapist and Caroline was his daughter that came to visit.

And Chucky convinces Jake that his dad died due to an accident, and he wasnt really killed by a doll. Jake just didnt want to fault his own father for his death, that's where the idea of Chucky came from. Something to blame. All this time, Jake didnt want to understand why Chucky was doing this, all he wanted to know was what he was.

And for a second, he almost gets Jake to quit the game.

But Devon steps in, he immediately recognizes it when Chucky says "You need to quit this game, Jake." and prevents him from doing so by knocking Jake to the ground, shattering a glass cup.

He picks up the largest piece, but all Chucky says is "Put that down, little man. You're going to hurt yourself."

And Devon's like "Jake, listen to me, okay? Don't believe it. Chucky always lies, you know this! And if...if you believe him, that means all our time spent together has been nothing but a story you created! I'm just character, nothing more. Lexy, Jake, if you truly don't care...then nothing I do can affect you, right?"

He turns to the two, raising his sleeve. "Snap out of it, you two. Please." And then, trigger warning, he slits one of his wrists, getting blood all over the floor while Jake just lays there, and Lexy just sits, watching.

"Wake up, guys. Please." And soon, Devon's on the floor too. And Caroline just walks up to him, softly petting his head. "You poor, poor thing. Never recognized, always overlooked. Your love isn't enough to save them." And it sounds like she actually has pity for him, before she looks at Jake. "Jake, do you quit the game?"

There's no response, as Chucky smiles manically. "That means...we win, Caroline. We win!" And he's laughing, and it seems like they actually won, before Jake reaches for Devon's hand.

"Dev." He began. "I want...I want to be able to say "Good night" to you tonight."

Devon smiles. "I want to be able to watch a horror movie with you guys."

"I want to see your faces tomorrow." Lexy tells them. "And I...I want to be able...to maybe make a tiktok with you guys."

"One of these days," Jake begins. "I'm gonna take you guys to an art show."

"And I want to make breakfast tomorrow." Devon says. "And I wanna hear Lexy backseat cooking with me."

"That would be pretty nice. I never got to take you on that movie date," Jake says. "After this, I swear to God I will."

"Even arguing sometimes would be pretty nice." Lexy laughs.

You can see Caroline's face drop, as Chucky just furrows his brows, not knowing what the hell is going on. That's before Jake sits up. "I'm gonna protect you guys. Like you guys protected me." He looks to Chucky. "I don't quit. Let the games continue, Chucky."

Jake sees two tears fall down Chucky's face, and everything is back to normal again. The cards are still on the table, and they're still in the White House.

Caroline nods, as Lexy helps Devon sit up. "You shouldn't have done that, you could've bled out!" She scolds, and Devon just shrugs, before Caroline hands Lexy a couple of papertowels. "Here," She says. "This will help."

Lexy takes it skeptically as Chucky just watches them. "How, utterly, sickeningly...magnificent." He says, and Jake turns to him, and Chucky has a sad smile. "That was pretty moving." His smile drops. "For their sake, let's finish this, Jake."

Jake nods, and the third round begins.

Thoughts?

That's such a cool idea!

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phil-dwyer-stan-account · 3 years

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Got in a car accident with @jasperwhitcock while going to post this don’t let it flop 🤪

#haters trying to stop me from posting #WE WERE REARENDED AND I WAS NOT DRIVING #THIS WASNT OUR FAULT I SWEAR #neither of us were driving #twilight #twilight renaissance #the twilight saga #twilight meme #the twilight series #edward cullen #bella swan #twilight revival #Jasperwhitcock #phil

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sweetestfollows · 5 years

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My friends and I were locked in an escape room today and here are some highlights

• Me, nearly crying and yelling ‘I BLED FOR THIS’ over a key I spent ten minutes getting out of a pipe maze with a magnet

• My friend lying on the floor and flossing but it just looked like he was cleaning the floor

• ‘SIRI WHERE IS POLAND’

• We were given a password prompt that said ‘it’s the magic word’ and we all yelled ‘PLEASE’ at the same time

• Everyone shitting themselves when the cops in the next room started rattling on the door

• go team #jackstears

• I broke a mirror trying to get a clue. There was no clue behind the mirror.

• Everyone screaming when the cops managed to get through and adopting different fight stances

#cheru speaks #we LOST but it wasnt our fault i swear #i couldve done that all day tbh #max tag #harri tag

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oh-for-fic-sake · 3 years

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How do you think Henry and his son would react to his wife being flirted by one of his sons friends

Just a random lil thought

Omg yes! Just a teeny drabble im afraid hun.

Warnings: swearing, suggestive behaviour

You huffed bringing in the shopping. It was that timemof year again. August. the month you absolutly dreaded every year. Not because you had your little batallion of children home from school. But it was the dreaded school shoe run. Normally you and henry split the trips for new uniforms bags and book cases between the two of you. But this year henry had got the chance of a life time. To actually plat Geralt of rivia, he was trying to get home before the first day of school always making a point to be there to drop off and pick up the kids on theirs first day back.

This year was a big year! Not only was our oldest leo starting his first year of college but another brave little spilder was starting her first year at primary school! Only two more to go and all seven members of the cavillry with be in school.

Yes. Seven. Your oldest had been a surprise baby screaming his way into your,lives very early. You'd only been dating four months when your little man was conceived. He was not so little anymore almost seventeen and the spitting image of his father and then you had another three boys 14,10 and 8 then your precious daughters who were 4 and 2 then your ten month old girl. Probably not your last if henry had anything to say aboht it.

Today had been the final trip with your brood to get the final little ones their school shoes. It had been hell. Ella was finally starting school and had threw a fit wanting sparkles instead of black leather.

"Leo...Leo?! You here?" You called out blindly to your teenage henry doppelganger whilst trying to wrangled the younger ones into the house without anyone dropping any bags that the children had insisted help carry in.

"Here mum! Comming" he called walking into the kitchen as you spun collecting the bags off the kids about to topple over. They tried bless them but they were still clumsy. You huffed as he rounded the corner quickly rushing to take some of the bags and set them on the counter.

You groaned seeing ella had dropped her bag and was sitting o the floor tongue out in concentration trying to pop her new shoes on. Honestly it took seconds for a cavill kid to start another adventure.

"No no Ella, those are for school!" You fretted looking to and fro for someone large enough to hold your youngest Amber, who was on your hip. You spun and saw Charlie Leo's freind from school and without a thought passed Amber to him with a quick. 'Hold her for a mineut' before ducking down to ella whose skin had just been pinched by her shoe buckle and set her off.

"Wow mrs cavill~ lookin good" you rolled your eyes huffing under your breath. Charlie was harmless, a little flirt that liked teasing you.

"Oi thats my mum you prick" leo growled out at him trying to fish out a juice box for your toddler that was bordering a fit because her apple juice wasnt in her hand yet and she was 'fuwsty leo now!'

"Leo language!" You scolded him lightly but werent really paying much attention, as ashamed as you were you knew the kids heard plenty of swear words when you argued with your alexa.

"What im just giving the woman a compliment" You ignored everything kissing ellas hand better and teasingnthe new shoes off of her kicking feet as the created a fuss.

"Stop oogling her ass!" Leo shouted making you grunt and pick up ella who was crying she needed a plaster. You shook your head at her and picked her up insisting she just needed to run some cold water on her ouchie.

"Im not!"

"Yes you were!"

"I wasnt" you finally had enough and spared a glance over your shoulder seeing our other children were all queing behind you with various snacks asking if they could open them now. Amber was still on Charlie's hip but was looking about ready to cry. It was your own fault. They had all wanted mac Donald's but you just didn't have the energy to deal with the happy meal freak outs over toys so had declined and they were all pent up and 'starving'

"Boys please!? I have enough to deal with dont add bitching teens to the list" you pleaded nodding your head to the chaos around you. Even Kals had joined the back of the queue waiting for a treat, because you always got him a treat when you went shopping.

"Sorry mum" leo said and quickly began opening snacks and telling the kids to go eat in the den nicely quickly thinning out the herd. And you got back to work helping ella who was still demanding a plaster. You hung our head, there will be no peace untill she had a plaster.

You dropped down crouching under the sink for the medical box to give her a plaster in the hopes of having a little peace and quiet.

"Sorry Mrs C... you know your looking pretty stressed you ever need help with anything around here im down. And i do mean anything Mrs C" you froze. Now that was new. Harmless flirting was fine, he was a kid. But actually propositioning you? That was crossing the line. You reversed out of the cupboard to give the boy a cool 'mum' stare until he apologised. But leo had already beat you to it bellowing at him.

"WHAT THE FUCK-ugh!?" The sound was cut of by a choking sound and before you could even get a word in another voice carried through the kitchen.

"I'm sure you would be round here like a shot, but as you can see from our large brood she is well taken care of, speaking of which i will take that" you spun around in time to see henry glowering at the teen scooping up Amber who's tantrum had subsided at seeing her daddy. Henry's fist was slowly releasing the scruff of Leo's tshirt and dragging him firmly back your son was seething at his friend. It was clear the sound you heard was henry quickly apprehending his son before he could beat his friend to a pulp.

"Oh i rr shit didnt see you there" charlie stuttered flushing red and sweating nervously he looked terrified. But then again henry was giving the boy a death glare. You didn't even have the balls to interrupt your husband, he was that angry.

"Clearly, becuase i dont think youd ever stare at my wifes ass like that if you knew i was here." Henry growled standing tall making himself a huge as humanly possible. He looked terrifying even with a baby hanging off his hip cooing at him.

"Oh i wasnt er.. i mean err sorry sir" charlie too,a few steps back suddenly very pale and frightened.

"Apology accepted, but dont do it again, that ass is mine- that woman is mine. She is my wife and your freinds mother and little lads like you will never ever ever get a look in." Henry seethed not taking his eyes off the teen. Before the boy could say sorry again henry continued.

"I dont appreciate you disrespecting her like that, you do it again and we will be having a stern chat. You understand where I'm coming from?" Your husbands growl sounded monstrous cool and calculated. And down right haunting.

"Yes sir"

"Im clear?" Henry asked tilting his head to the side still doing everything he could to intimidate the boy.

"Crystal"

"Good. Leo why dont you and your school freind go to the den for a bit" henry said speaking to his son but still watching charlie

"Nah. Ive got homework. You should go charlie" leos voice came out icey and fierce. Much like his father. Charlie practically sprinted for the door leaving with a quick 'your right bye'

It was the sharp slam of the front door that made you huff and quirk a brow at the two 'manly men'

"What?!" Henry and leo both asked you as you stared at them unimpressed. You ended up shaking your head muttering 'bloody cavills' under your breath as you tore open the princess plaster for ella who was now kicking the water in the sink.

"Leo, here take amber and keep the others busy" henry said quickly pacing amber to the teen then plucked ella out of the sink pressing kisses to her cheeks before setting her on the floor.

"Dad, it wasnt mum she didnt-" leo started getting worried you were about to have a fight or something.

"I know son, but prevention is better than cure~" henry hummed wrapping an arm around you dragging you closer.

"Wha?" Leo frowned not following the shift in mood.

"A reminder to your little freinds might help them remember their place~" henry chuckled prodding your side making you giggle and bat at him softly.

"Reminder?" Leo asked again still confused, the poor sod had no idea what he was walking into.

"A baby bump"

"Oh god! No not again! Dad you have seven!?" Leo started 'heaving' and yelled

"Yeah not exactly a rugby team is it, remember we don't do half measures in this house!" Henry called out as leo grasped Ella's hand and 'ran' for the safety of the den leaving both you and henry aline in the kitchen.

"Hello wife" he purred leani g down pressjng a ling kiss to your lips.

"Hello indeed~" you hummed back pressing up against him.

"Anything frozen?" He asked nodding to the bags wanting to know if anything desperately needed to be put away this instant.

"Nope" you grinned popping the p with a giggle

"Good lets go!" Henry huffed quickly picking you up and headingnto the pantry

"Oh the pantry~ you spoil me mr cavill"

"Damn right i do woman get in the cupboard!" He growled playfully darting into the pantry for a quicky.

#henry cavill #henry cavill imagine #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill fic #henry cavill x y/n #henry cavill x you #oh for fic sake ask #oh for fic sake headcannon

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fruggo · 3 years

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Hi hi can I req Danny, Leon and Steve with a male s/o who's a real goofy guy? Cracks jokes during chases, just can't take things too seriously, laid back and chill guy who prioritizes having fun

absolutely, thanks for requesting!! :D this is cute haha. i hope you like it!

danny, leon, and steve with goofy m!s/o

𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍

danny would consider himself a pretty fun guy, though perhaps his idea of fun would not be the same as a normal person's. so i wouldn't take his word for it if i were you.

honestly? he thinks you're the shit. he genuinely likes your bad dad jokes great puns, will banter back and forth with you, and he might even give you the hatch instead of a mori. although he would love to have your picture, it can wait until the next trial. or the next if he still doesn't feel like it. who knows?

he likes that you're not too serious about everything. since danny is the entity's golden boy, he never has to worry about anything! he likes it here! and it's cool that someone else has a similar mindset about things. although he might have misunderstood "making the best of the situation and just being a goofy person" for "liking it here". you never really clarified which one it was, and why should he ask?

when danny finds out that you act basically the same way with all the killers, cracking jokes and laughing things off in chases, he gets all pouty. he thought he was special. well, looks like you're getting that mori now.

he still likes you though, and he gives you even more special attention now in the form of tunneling and camping! he means well <3 (no he doesn't he is a little bitch and a loser)

but then he hears stories from the other killers about you, and is pleased to find that you are significantly more fun with him, and, dare i say, flirty!

but he still wants to tunnel and camp you.

when you realize what he's doing, you don't get mad about it. what's the point? in fact you think it's really funny.

the first time danny proximity-camped you, you found it rewarding to just talk and talk and talk until he finally talked back. it took a while, but he did finally respond.

you would just say dumb shit, and then you would say more dumb shit, and then it got annoying and danny had to tell you to shut up. and then you would just dramatically whisper something like "okay, pissbaby."

and danny thought maybe he should be angry with you, but he just wasn't. he couldn't be mad at you, because even if he was, you wouldn't care. you weren't scared of him.

so when he finally left and you got unhooked, he tunneled you obviously. it makes sense, okay?

"wow, am i that handsome and gorgeous and attractive?" you monologued while smashing a pallet onto danny's head. "i'm really just so irresistible that you want to tunnel me? honestly, danny, i'm flattered. i'm touched."

danny couldn't remember since when you were on a first name basis, but he let it slide. just because maybe he thinks you are that handsome and gorgeous and attractive.

dude danny is kinda fucked up but like. he's funny. and charming. and he also let you take off his mask once, and so now you know he's also hot. he has a few things going for him as long as you ignore the part where he chases you with a knife.

𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃𝐘

leon, our favorite rookie :D he's so cute!!! sorry im gushing i just cant resist i love him !!

and you love him too, so much. that's why you accidentally distract him during trials by goofing off and almost getting him killed

it's out of love. leon knows that. you don't really mean to.

while leon's doing a generator, you are probably somewhere nearby trying to find something even remotely interesting to do. and that might involve climbing a tree, then falling out of the tree. but it wasnt your fault! you swore the crows were attacking you, they didn't want you up in that tree because they knew you were just so cool up there and the Entity couldn't have somebody being better and hotter and funnier than itself so high in the sky.

leon could only smile and shake his head, inspecting you for the wounds you inevitably had. when you said you were fine, he was very skeptical, because your version of fine was never the same as his.

the killer knew where you were now because of your very loud "FUCK!" as the crows supposedly attacked you and forced you out of the tree, so you immediately put on your game face and got ready to command some attention.

leon said no, you were not in the right headspace to get chased. you only shrugged at him, slapped his ass, and ran towards the killer yelling, "HEY YOU WANNA HEAR AN AGGIE JOKE?"

leon was used to this by now, and he found it rather endearing. you were an enigma to him, really. how you could be so laid back about this whole murder-die-sacrifice thing was beyond him, but it was refreshing. he liked your enthusiasm.

since he had just come from raccoon city, he was still in his "i have to do the right thing and save everybody because it's my duty" kind of mood. you made sure to lighten up that burden and remind him that it's okay to chill sometimes, and he can't save everybody, especially not here. if you were in a particularly bad trial, you always made sure to get him to crack a smile.

likewise, leon wasn't always too jazzed about your "funny guy gets killed so the team can live" complex. he knew you didn't care, or at least you said you didn't, but he still hated that you constantly sacrificed yourself and acted like it was no big deal. to him, it was. he hated going back to the campfire alone and waiting forever for you to show up again; he cared about you and it hurt to see you sacrifice yourself so much even if he knew you would return.

leon didn't have a stick up his ass or anything--he had his fair share of humorous moments (i mean have you seen infinite darkness ashdjshdf that man just wants love and food). he just wants to save everybody, you included. it's frustrating to come to terms with the fact that he can't.

he loves it when he can hear you yelling at the killer mid-chase from afar, be it a pun or a swear or both. you've even influenced him to crack his own jokes while being chased sometimes--it comes out more often if he's being tunneled. if you ever happened to see him do it, you would wipe a fake tear from your face and start clapping. you were very proud of your rookie.

𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐎𝐍

the killers hated you and steve, and i mean like despised you

you were so chill. and for what???? why do you have chill???? nobody else has chill, what makes you think you deserve to have chill????

they could never make you angry and that made them super angry

you and steve would quip back and forth between chases, sometimes going so far as to pretend the killer is not there and talk about something like what kind of cheese you missed eating the most. let me tell you, that did not make the trickster happy.

he was a star!! a star, and here you two little shits were, ignoring him to talk about cheese. honestly, the audacity.

you and steve ran to the killer shack with the trickster on your heels, still talking about cheese. how the conversation had gone on this long was a mystery, and it continued to be a mystery while the two of you shared a chase in the shack.

steve was very happy to have found someone to share his sentiments with. everybody was so serious all the time, and while he was similar to leon with his altruistic streaks, he was slightly less responsible and occasionally enjoyed doing dumb stunts just for shits and giggles.

you can bet that whenever you are in a trial together, it's a competition to see who can hold the killer's attention longer. your teammates don't mind--all they have to do is complete gens, so their job is fairly easy. and it's always entertaining to catch sight of one of you sprinting with a new flashlight in your hand to go annoy the crap out of the killer.

there's no question that steve would die for you a hundred times over, and you would do the same for him. you didn't see it as a very big deal--you didn't see anything here as a very big deal. steve was the only important thing you had, really, and you cared for him a lot. saving him? kapeesh. no sweat.

scenario: steve is being chased, you throw yourself in front of him, the killer has noed, you are hooked, you give him a thumbs up as you die, he flips you off because why the fuck would you die for him what is wrong with you he's supposed to die for you and you know that?? why would you do that???? great, now steve gets to escape and it's all your fault.

you would simply smile. he was so cute sometimes.

#requests #fruggo writes #dbd x reader #dead by daylight x reader #dbd #dead by daylight #danny johnson x reader #ghostface x reader #leon kennedy x reader #steve harrington x reader #headcanons #dbd headcanons

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technowoah · 3 years

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Taunt

It only takes one time to realize you fucked up.

- ANON REQUESTED!

- WILBUR X FEM! READER BLURB

PROMPTS!

50) "Fuck off... I mean it"

24) "Get in the car" "..." "please get in the car"

⚠︎ angst to fluff, swearing, based on the song Taunt by Lovejoy ❤🐈 its short btw yall

[Updated 3 hours after upload I messed up the prompts sorry yall now it fixed]

She was always asking if he was alright. He always lied to her just to get her off his back for the night, but it was his fault that he wanted her to move in. He has to deal with that all of the time, it was her fault anyways. She made him upset, she made him not alright. She didn't know that. She constantly complained about things that didn't even concern her, she dodged their relationship making it more about her than them.

It was tiring to him. Constantly providing, trying to tie a broken knot, but he didnt let that get in the way of his career, or his friends. There's another issue, he never talked to his friends about her. She accused him of not being proud of their relationship and that became a problem that never got resolved.

Did anyone ever say "no" to her? Well if no one did, he would be the first one to do so. Fuck that.

He listened, and listened, but nothing kept this relationship together.

Wilbur talked to the three people chatting on his discord through his headphones as a soft LED lights flowed through the room. These nights were simple because she didnt have to see him when he decides to stream, he basically has his time set out for himself without trouble. He wasn't ecstatic, he felt horrible, but the facadè was there.

Her on the other hand wasnt happy either. She never got attention from him, and of course she could get moody from time to time like every other human being, but she always took it out on him. Who else was gonna be there for her? He acted like her cared, she knew he was lying. His "caring" consisted of humming and him responding like a default character in a video game. He didn't care, he acted like he never did. She needed that attention and he knew damn well she did.

She wasnt asking for much, at least to her it did feel like it. She knew when she was wrong, but she didn't want to admit it when they were both in the wrong too. They dont get each other, she didnt know why he asked her to move in when he didn't want anything to do with her. Ever since he moved her in he kept her in check like a child, she hated and loved that at the same time. Its true that she wanted her own way, she did what she wanted and gave her attention to whoever she wanted her attention to be. She thought that was fine, but apparently she dosent give any effort to the relationship.

Rolling her eyes at the thought she decided to leave the dishes in the sink dirty. She thought about leaving and finding someone who will get her, yes Wilbur listened to her, but there was no effort. When he's drunk and tries to "figure out what makes her brain tick" ends up in more distaster.

Lying in the couch her mind began to wonder, he always said that she could get away with anything. She always took it as a taunt. Everytime it was brought up. He called it "pretty privilege" and he always taunts her saying she abuses that power.

Her jaw clenched as she recalled those memories. Summoning the courage she brought herself up onto her feet and rushed to their shared bedroom. Taking a deep breath she opened their closet and started pulling her things off of hangers, not caring if she made a mess. She tossed her clothes onto the messy bed that they didn't bother to make this morning.

Bringing a small backpack out from underneath the bed she tried shoving most of her clothes into a bag for a night. In total frustration she emptied the bag and only backed necessities that she would need for the night.

She was tired of him and he was tired of her so she was doing both of them a favor. She made her way out of the door grabbing a coat and sliding on some simple shoes. Shooting a quick text to a close friend letting them know she's coming over. Her friend wasn't that close, but she decided to walk. As she locked the door to their shared apartment she debated texting Wilbur. She didnt want to, but she didnt want him to freak the fuck out because she wasnt home.

( Wilbur )

Me: Ill be back for the rest of my stuff tmrw.

[Read]

She closed her phone and started on her night time journey down the street trying to let everything from the past few weeks go with the cool wind.

Him on the other hand stayed silent. He had just finished his stream and had gotten a text saying that she'll be back for the rest of her things. This was inevitable, one of them had to leave, but to him it didnt seem right. He didn't want her to leave. Something in his heart was making him chase her back, the same thing in his heart that moved her into his apartment in the first place. Maybe it was love, maybe he wanted to persevere and have someone in his life. Something in his mind was telling him that he let go of something special.

Wilbue thought about it as he shut everything off and went to go grab his belongings, before rushing out the door to try and find her. Sadly to his discovery, she turned off her location. He finally made it to his car and started driving towards his house to see if she was around there.

He couldn't call a friend because she never introduced her friends to him. She did that on purpose because of him not doing the same. As he drove down the not so busy streets of Brighton he thought if he could get to know her, pull emotions and feelings out of her and see the real her. And if he cant do that? Who knows what will happen.

He remembers this face she always pulled when he always said "Im alright." She scrunched up her nose in annoyance and he always took it as a taunt because he couldn't figure out the real meaning. They were both going at this the wrong way, he dosent know anything about her and maybe thats the problem, but she needs to calm down as well. She needs to start paying attention to both of them instead of herself.

He was seated at a stoplight until he saw a figure on the sidewalk walking past him. The person looked shocked then kept walking, but even faster this time. He rolled down the window to see it was Y/n walking. Wilbur ran the red light and found a place to turn the car around to follow her. He drove a couple of feet in front of her before putting his hazard lights on and stepping out of the car to confront her.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" Wilbur said while getting our of his car.

"Im getting away from you. And what are you doing here?" She said.

"Well I could ask you the same thing. Its not safe out here alone." He calmed down a little. Wilbur's main goal was to get her back home so they can have a civilized talk. He didn't want to be out here.

"Oh? Ive been fine for the past fifteen minutes." She sasser back.

"That dosent mean its not safe!" He exclaimed.

She stayed quiet so that gave Wilbur an opportunity to speak.

"See, I want us to go home so we can have a civilized talk without feeling defensive. I want to get to know you, I know you're my girlfriend and yes, it was my mistake rushing things. Im not putting the blame all on myself either." He finished and she stayed quiet with her arms crossed infront of her chest.

"Are you cold-?"

"Fuck off...I mean it." She said while trying to pass hin on the street.

He stood in her way and he kept doing that every time she tried to get around him. Wilbur saw that she was getting annoyed at his actions. Wilbur held her by both of her biceps trying to hold her still so he could talk.

"You're being childish!"

"Fucking listen to me! You cant just keep walking away from us! From me! This is not healthy!" Wilbur yelled. He let go if her and surprisingly she stayed there.

"Get in the car." He ordered but she stayed silent. "Please get in the car."

She turns around gets in the passenger seat if Wilbur's car. He sighed a sigh if relief and followed her lead. They both got settled into the car and he didn't move. He wasn't going to drive unless she talked to him. After a minute if silence she spoke up.

"I know its- its both of our faults. And i have some things I need to work on. I cant just run away. Also your thoughts of me need to be rearranged, but I need to give you all of me. At leat 50 percent so we can start somewhere. But Im sorry." She said while she looked down at her lap maybe in embarrassment.

In the end they both wanted to fix themselves. In the end they wanted eachother. And they can both see that.

He leaned over the armrest and gave her a kiss on her cheek. She turned to him with a surprise look on her face, like this was the most affection he gave her, because it was true. She grabbed his hand that rested on the armrest too as he started to drive towards their home together.

As the nightly drive continues on and now shes drifting off in the passenger seat as In Love With An E-girl plays softly. She's left too tired to talk with Wilbur and be in touch with her emotions right now, but she'll do it for the both of them this time.

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