#blake your sarcasm

[weisscoldglare]

okay but

being inspired past 8pm is... well it means I'm drawing 3 hours later

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[statelysapphic]

Made for Me

Alex Blake x Reader

Summary: After risking your life to save a victim, Alex shows you the comfort you need. Soulmate AU. Covers a square for @prentiss-theorem’s bingo!

Warnings: Typical BAU case talk, mentions of violence. Hurt/comfort. Slight angst.

A/N: I just thought Alex Blake deserved her own Soulmate AU, so I wrote one. I’d absolutely love to know what yinz think because I got SO carried away while writing this. But, I am happy with how it turned out. As always, feedback is always appreciated! Thank you<3

Word Count: 3k

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“What were you thinking?” Hotch gritted through his teeth, clearly trying not to lose his temper entirely. You knew he was more frustrated than angry, and you supposed he had every right to be. Instead of heading back to the precinct to wrap up an excruciating case, you were sitting on the back bumper of an ambulance, nursing a fresh oxygen tank, drenched and freezing. “Well?”

“Oh, that wasn’t rhetorical?” You quipped, moving the mask away from your face. “Figured it was a nice evening for a swim,” dripping in sarcasm.

“This isn’t the time.” Hotch snapped, rolled his eyes, and shot you a stern look. You weren’t having it, though, wishing until you were at least dry to reprimand you. You looked at him, disgust washing over you.

“Well, I was thinking about the unconscious, tied-up, redhead Nichols tossed off the dock, when none of the women in the county missing reports had red hair! He abducted her this morning, Hotch, she hadn’t even been missing long enough to file a report!”

“You unnecessarily risked your own life to ‘rescue’ a dead body from fourty degree water,” he barks back, not thrilled with your response. “The ME said she won’t be able to verify it until the autopsy, but she’s almost certain the victim was dead before she hit the water. Your decision was reckless and uncalc-”

“And what if she hadn’t been?” You interrupt. “What if she had still been alive and she drowned, huh? What then?” You knew you shouldn’t have been pushing his buttons like you were, but then again, he came in swinging. “I watched him toss her in the river and reach for his gun, Blake and I fired, and when he went down, I dove in after her. You may disagree, but I would do it again without hesitation.” You stood firm, reminding him that you were not the inexperienced agent you once were.

“I’d rather have river rescue only looking for one body as opposed to two. Get some rest. Wheels up at 8.”

You watched Hotch as he walked away and stopped to talk to Alex. Alex. She witnessed everything. She was still somewhat new on the team, but the two of you clicked instantly. You could listen to her talk about everything and nothing, for hours on end, and be simply enthralled every second. And though she was older than you, you had a lot of mutual interests. You also thought she was beautiful. For a moment, you wondered if she could be your soulmate, but that thought was quickly forgotten when you reminded yourself that she was married, and that almost no one actually finds their soul mate. You knew you weren’t lucky enough to be the one in a million. Besides, you and Alex had been working in tandem for the past month, and though you can’t recall specifics, you’re certain the two of you have touched at some point in passing, and you lacked a soulmark.

Dylan Nichols, the unsub, had been one of the lucky ones. His luck, however, ran out when his soulmate had an affair, left him, married the other man a few months later, and moved to Prague. Heartbroken and enraged, Nichols began abducting and murdering surrogates. Six of his seven victims had similar physical features to his estranged soulmate. The seventh woman, Anna, fell victim to his very rapid and extreme escalation. It was an exhausting case, and though you don’t enjoy having to play the role of executioner, you knew this was probably the best outcome.

“You look cold,” Alex said, catching your attention and breaking your train of thought, raking her eyes over your visibly shivering figure. Without another word, she held up a blanket, unfolded it, and wrapped it around your shoulders. “Here, I found this in the back of the SUV. It won’t dry your clothes, but it should help keep the wind off you until we get back to the hotel.” She smoothed out the blanket where it was lying on your shoulders, allowing her hands to linger for just a moment. She would be lying if she said she wasn’t struck with terror when you jumped into the river to save the victim. Even though it was spring, the water temperature was still near freezing. It was close to midnight if that hadn’t been enough, meaning the ordinarily murky water was pitch black.

“Thanks,” you said, grinning, trying not to focus too hard on Alex’s lingering hands. She was gentle, but firm. Possessive, almost. You examined her face as she took a seat beside you. She was trying to hide the worry, but you could see right through her. “You think I’m an idiot, don’t you?” You asked, preparing for her to lecture you just like Hotch.

“I think your dedication to your job is admirable,” she said, her gentle tone did not falter, “Just don’t make a habit of scaring me like that, okay?” She grinned, one hand still on your shoulder. Whether or not Alex would admit it, the physical contact was grounding her after the intense showdown with the unsub. She cared about you, she reminded herself that you were okay. “I’m going to go start the SUV, get it warmed up for you. Finish up with the paramedics and we can head back to the hotel.”

“You’re too good to me, Blake,” your chuckled, cracking a small grin, “Thank you, seriously. I’ll be there soon.” She smiled at you for a few seconds longer before she stood up and made her way to the car. You smiled as you covered your face with the oxygen mask, thinking only of the warm SUV (and Alex Blake) that awaited you.

~

The paramedics released you shortly thereafter. Alex drove you back to the hotel, but not before she stopped at the convenience store a few blocks away. You had been so lost in your own thoughts that you hadn’t realized you stopped. You didn’t even realize the car was in park until Alex closed her car door and walked into the store without a word. When Alex returned, she placed two small, styrofoam cups in your respective cup holders.

“What’s this?” You asked, picking up the cup and soaking in its warmth.

“I figured we could use some hot chocolate. You especially. It’s shitty convenience store hot chocolate, but it’s what I have to offer at the moment,” she said, “When we get back to Virginia, I’ll make you the best coco you’ve ever had.”

“Be careful, Blake,” you joked, “You may end up stuck with me at this rate. Thank you, I didn’t realize you were a world class hot chocolate chef.” Not that that was the worst thought in the world, spending the rest of your days with Alex. You imagined they would be filled with domesticity: Sunday grocery store trips, evenings in bed reading the same book (you’d buy two copies, of course) and comparing notes along the way, and people watching on the front porch together while you had your morning coffee. It felt easy, existing with Alex. She brought you a peace that only existed with her, and it was unlike anything you had ever known. Such a stark contrast from the day to day chaos of your job.

“You think I’d mind?” She asked, raising an eyebrow and smirking. “And I have to keep you on your toes somehow. The recipe is from my mother-in-law. Apparently James used to love it as a kid, but lost the taste for it as he grew older.” James. Right. The husband. Jealousy washed over you, and you quickly reminded yourself that she wasn’t yours. You didn’t understand how you formed such a connection with Alex in the month she had been with the BAU, but you felt drawn to her from the moment she walked into the bullpen. She was, undoubtedly, the most beautiful woman you had ever seen, and when you heard her voice, you thought you had died and gone to heaven. You wouldn’t say you were in love with Alex, but you were falling for her. There was no denying that.

You wondered if James was her soulmate, if she had a soulmark that beautifly painted her skin. It wasn’t something people talked about very often, many not even believing in such a thing, because of it’s rarity. You weren’t sure if it was appropriate to ask either, so you opted to stay quiet.

The ride back to the hotel was silent. You were too lost in your own thoughts to hold a conversation, and Alex could tell. This was a behavior you hadn’t exhibited before. She hoped you were just exhausted and that you hadn’t been traumatized by the evenings events, though she knew it was fueling your thoughts. She didn’t want to pry, but she was worried, so she parked the car and spoke up. “What’s on your mind, Agent?” She lightly teased, hoping it would help you open up, “And you can’t tell me nothing, because I can tell it’s something.”

“I guess,” you paused, wanting to provide a coherent thought while still being vague, “It’s the whole soulmate thing. I guess I just think it’s a little fucked up the universe handcrafted the perfect other half for every single person on Earth but couldn’t even make the bond between them unbreakable.”

“I supposed I’d have to agree with you,” she replied, pulling into the hotel parking lot “I also think it’s a bit cruel that the chances of finding ones soulmate is as low as it is. At least give people a chance.” You chuckled at her sentiment.

“Is James your soulmate?” The words are out of your mouth before you can even begin to debate asking her. Your eyes go wide and your stomach twists into a knot. Panicking, you manage, “Fuck, you don’t have to answer that. That’s super personal and I shouldn’t have asked.” Alex didn’t seem to be phased by your question, though.

“No, he’s not. And that’s okay,” she smiled, “But, secretly, there is a part of me that hopes I do someday.”

“Me too,” you replied, “Ever since I was little. I’ve always remained realistic about the odds of it actually happening, but I allow myself to dream a little.” You chuckled for a moment before lifting your styrofoam cup and pushing it towards Alex, “Here’s to dreaming, cheers.” Alex lifted her cup, bumping it into yours with a laugh.

“Cheers.” You both take hefty swigs of your now lukewarm hot chocolate before heading into the hotel for the night.

~

Conveniently, you had been bunked up with Alex for this case, so she was able to ensure you made it to bed safely. She walked you into the hotel room, her hand at your lower back, guiding you forward.

“Go take a warm shower and get out of those wet clothes. You’ll feel much better, trust me.” She took the blanket from you as you unwrapped yourself, and placed some fresh towels in your hand. You felt your eyes begin to well up and burn; the care she was showing you was unlike any you’ve received before. You felt safe and loved. You quickly turned your head to try and hide your emotion and made your way to the bathroom.

“Thank you again, Alex. I hope you know how much I appreciate your kindness.” you said before closing the bathroom door and clicking the lock.

Finally.

You were alone. Tears began to stream down your face as you looked at your reflection in the oversized bathroom mirror. You looked like hell. You were damp, muddy, and cold to the touch. Your lips, though returning to their normal pink, were still a light shade of blue around portions of their perimeter. All in another days work you think to yourself. You open the door to the walk-in shower and turn the water on to let it heat up. You inhaled deeply and closed your eyes as you began to remove your soiled clothes. Once your shirt and slacks were off, you made your way back over to the mirror to check for any cuts or bruises. Amongst your dirty form, however, sat two golden yellow and orange hand prints on either shoulder.

It can’t be. You stop dead in your tracks, unsure of what to do next. Instinctually, you rubbed your hand over your shoulder, trying to clean the print off, but it wasn’t working. Then you jumped into the shower, thinking the hot water and cheap hotel soap might do the trick. Of course that didn’t work, ruining your hopes it was just a sick prank or some sort. They were your soulmarks, and Alex was your soulmate. You knew instantly, remembering how she covered you up earlier. There was no denying it. Now you were faced with the task of telling her. You know it isn’t something you can hide forever. Panic takes over you. You know she wants to know who her soulmate is, and she deserved that, but you also know that she wouldn’t choose you. She said it herself, James wasn’t her soulmate, but she was okay with it. A knock at the door grabbed your attention.

“Everything okay in there?” She yelled,” You’ve been a while. I just started to worry, that’s all.” You hadn’t realized how long you had been in the shower, and now you felt guilty for keeping Alex up so late.

“All good, sorry, I’ll be out in a few.” You quickly turned the shower off and grabbed a towel to dry off. As you walked from the shower to the bathroom sink, you realized you forgot to grab your pajamas, so you were going to have to face this head on and nude. “Fuck,” you whisper to yourself. You looked back at your now clean reflection, admiring the marks on your shoulders. You couldn’t help but smile. Though you knew it would hurt like hell, you knew Alex deserved to know the truth. You took a deep breath and made your way into the room.

Alex was sat on her bed, hair pulled back in a clip, glasses hanging low on her nose, reading the book she usually saves for the plane ride home. She looked beautiful. You enjoyed this image of Alex for a moment longer. “Alex?” You said softly, drawing her attention away from her novel. She looked up at you and smiled. Her eyes flickered to each of your shoulders and then back to your eyes. Wordlessly, she placed her book on the nightstand, followed by her glasses, and stood from the bed. She slowly made her way over to you, never breaking eye contact. You were frozen in place, thoroughly studying her face. She didn’t seem to be upset in any capacity, nor was her emotion negative. She seemed curious and, dare you say, excited? The tightness in your chest loosened and your face flushed red.

Once in front of you, she paused for a moment before slowly raising her hands and placing them on your shoulders, perfectly covering your soulmarks.

“I knew it,” She whispered, smiling softly as tears prickled her eyes. “I knew you were made for me.” She moved one hand to cup your cheek, while the other remained on your mark. Alex had thought once or twice that you might have been her soulmate. There was no denying the connection she had with you, nor the attraction she felt towards you. And though she didn’t talk about it, she knew her marriage to James was over before she even started at the BAU. She cared about James, yes, but the two had grown apart over the years. She loved him, but she was no longer in love with him. You, however.

“I’m not sure what to say,” you replied, your smile wavering slightly. She was everything you wanted, but she was a married woman and your colleague, no less. You knew what you wanted, but you weren’t sure she would want the same. Would she think you were worth it? Alex noticed your hesitation, and pulled you closer. Her grip on you was possessive, as if she feared you would vanish from her arms.

“Tell me what you’re thinking, sweetheart.” You melted at the sweetness in her voice

and her choice of nickname. You would do anything she told you to, and that was a fact. “I need to know what’s going on in your head so that I can help.” She was so gentle. You knew if she rejected you it was going to hurt like hell and you didn’t want to risk losing a great friend.

“I don’t want to lose you, Alex. I know this changes things, but you’re too good of a friend to risk losing. You don’t even have to tell James. If you don’t have a soulmark already, I just won’t touch you and it’ll all be okay. But, I would be lying if I told you it wouldn’t hurt me. I care about you so much.” As you choked out your thoughts, you felt yourself begin to cry, but you didn’t stop yourself. Alex felt her heart breaking. “I wasn’t even going to tell you. I was going to try and hide it, but then I remembered what you told me in the car, and I didn’t think it would be right. I’m so sorry, Alex.”

“Sweetheart,” she says, interrupting your rambling, “Hold me.”

“What?” You weren’t sure you heard her correctly.

“I said,” she enunciated, closing the already small gap between the two of you, “Hold me. Please.” She grabbed ahold of your wrists and slowly wrapped your arms around her body. Your hands settled on her back knowing her soulmark would appear, and you pulled her close anyway, not that she could get much closer. You relaxed at her touch, as her hands returned to your shoulders and she rested her forehead against yours. “I want this,” she said, “Us. You and I against the world.”

“Alex,” you paused, “Are you sure? You have a husband and a stable life. I’m just me. This doesn’t have to mean anything if you don’t want it to.”

“I’ve been falling for you since the first case we worked on together.” she jumped in before you could get another word out, “I don’t think I’ve been more sure of anything. Besides, only an idiot would pass up a life with their other half.” She smiled and you followed suit. You were shocked that she felt the same, considering it seemed all odds were against you. The two of you stood in each others arms there for a few minutes, basking in the love and excitement of the moment, before you broke the silence.

“Alex?” You asked.

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“Kiss me,” You said. And without hesitation, Alex cupped your face and her lips were on yours. They were soft, like the fluffiest pillows money could buy. You fit perfectly together. No other kiss had ever felt anything like it, and you could tell Alex was pouring her heart and soul into it. You knew she was trying to tell you that this was real for her. You didn’t need much convincing though. Breaking the kiss, you smiled at Alex, and she smiled back.

“Let’s get some rest,” she whispered. And you did, better than you probably ever had before, thanks to Alex. She had fallen asleep laying on your chest with an arm around your waist. When you woke up the next morning, she was still in the same spot. You felt whole knowing that you had she wanted you just as you wanted her. Though you didn’t like to think about the future too much, in that moment, you knew there wasn’t anything you couldn’t do with Alex by your side.

#alex blake x reader #Alex Blake #criminal minds fanfiction #wlw fanfiction #raeswritingbingo #Mack Writes

[honeyedmiller]

Hey love!! Do you mind doing a Pedro Pascal fic where his relationship with the reader is like Ryan Reynolds and Blake Lively where they’re always roasting each other and teasing each other in interviews and on social media but everyone knows that they absolutely adore each other

y'all just keep requesting the cutest prompts ever I could CRY OMG. I love Ryan and Blake, hope u enjoy<3

warnings: some cursing, fluff, and loooots of sarcasm

"José Pedro Balmaceda Pascal!" You yell your husband's name loudly in your house, horrified at the video that was currently up on your Instagram for the world to see.

"Yes, my dear?" His head peaked around the corner. He was trying relentlessly to hold back a laugh as he saw the look on your face.

"What the hell is this? And when did you even take this?" You look down at the video of you with the most unflattering facial expression while you displayed less than subpar dance moves and sang in an off-key tone to 'Drunk in Love' by Beyoncé in your shared bathroom. The video already had three million likes, with the caption 'Drunk on my sexy ass husband's love. Like seriously. He's sooooooo sexy.'

"Dunno what you're talking about, babe." Pedro's body is in full view now as he gives you an innocent shrug, his brown eyes looking puppy-like.

You scoff and roll your eyes, shooting him a glare. "I don't get mad, Pascal, I get even." You stand up from the couch you were sitting on, walking tall as you maneuvered past your husband, but not before he gave you a smack on the ass.

You giggled at his advancement, running up the stairs as he started to chase you into your bedroom.

-

"So, what was that video of you on Instagram that went viral the other day? Tell us about it." The interviewer chuckled as they asked the question, looking between you and Pedro.

"My lovely husband here decided he wanted to prank me by posting that video of me on my page. I just kept it up because honestly, what's put on the internet will stay on the internet forever," You look at him and grin, "I'm surprised this old man figured out how to post a video in the first place." You smile sweetly at him and his eyes widen.

"Hey! I'm not old." He retorts, giving your arm a nudge with his elbow.

“Tell that to the iPad you carry around to text people back instead of your actual phone.” You stifle a laugh at his facial expression, covering your mouth.

The interviewer laughs at the back and forth banter and looks to Pedro to see if he has anything to say back.

“Wanna know why I posted that video? To show the world how long it takes you to get ready, sweetheart.” He squints his eyes at you and you scoff with a chuckle.

“I may take forever but I still look amazing as an end result, soooo I don’t know what you’re complaining about here.”

“Yeah, you’re not wrong about that.” Pedro rolls his eyes with a smile laced to his lips.

“You two often pull pranks on each other?” The interviewer asks, amused with the sights unfolding before them.

“More like just roasting the absolute shit out of each other.” Pedro extends his legs in front of him as he moves his arm behind you, wrapping his hand around your shoulder.

"It's all love, though baby. All love."

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a/n: I'm so sorry this request was so cute but I just got writers block lowkey and couldn't come up with any good roasts. forgive me anon I'm SORRY this was trash 😩

#pedro pascal imagines #pedro pascal #pedro pascal one shot #pedro pascal fic #husband!Pedro pascal #pedro pascal fluff #pls don't read this its actual trash I'm so sorry lmao

[midnightsun-if]

Can you tell us more about the ROs personalities please? Thanks!!

Koda: He may be a bear-shifter, but he’s an absolute puppy. Gets teary eyed at little animals, absolutely adores flower crowns, calls children ‘cubs’ and always offers them piggyback rides (shifted or not). He’s just a genuinely happy man. Who loves life and adores spending it with people he cares for. He’s not the brightest bulb in the batch, but he makes up for it in so many other ways.

Scarlett: I wasn’t kidding when I said she’d be an Ice Queen romance. She’s calm, stoic, collected at all times, and is seemingly impervious to the majority of things. However, she’s also extremely charming and holds an allure that pulls people in— despite her best efforts. It’s both a blessing and a curse to her. As I’ve mentioned before, a fully romanced Scarlett would be the sweetest woman in the world to you, but it’d only be to you.

Cyrus/Cyra: They’re very focused and goal-oriented. Ascending to the Eclipse Throne has been something they’ve strived for since they’ve started being prepped for it. Extremely loyal, they’d bend over backwards to help those that they trust. It takes them a while to open up, but they’re well worth the effort.

Quinn: Energized. Quinn enjoys various physical pursuits in life— they adore being outdoors: feeling the wind on their face, hearing the birds sing, and plunging themself into the heart of what makes the world feel so alive. They always like to be doing something, but not in a hyper way— in a forlorn, longing sort of way.

Caden: Fretful is one way to put their countenance. They’re in charge of organizing a lot of things for your family, which means they need to make sure that everything is perfect at all times. It causes them to be quite jumpy too— quick to apologize at any possible slight and an ability to make themself appear smaller than they actually are.

Sloane: Quick to anger, guarded, and a bit grumpy, Sloane doesn’t allow themself to get close with anyone. They’ve been burned one too many times for that. With a dry sense of humor, laced with sarcasm, and a habit of self deprecation, they prefer to slink back into the shadows then be at the forefront of anyone’s mind; not that they ever have been really.

Blake: Flirtatious, laidback, rebellious (in some degree), are a couple ways to describe Blake. They love good booze like they love good company. With a mischievous charm, along with an allure that comes from their demon parent, Blake tends to talk their way out of any issue; not that they’d ever knowingly put you in harms way. It just sort of happens.

Reginald/Regina: Extremely intelligent, with a thirst to learn more about the supernatural world, along with a capacity of incredible understanding. They can be quite forceful in their exuberance at times, but they mean well. Despite their slightly chatty nature, they’re a great listener and will drop everything if it meant helping out a friend.

#midnight sun #asks #ro: koda kingston #ro: scarlett voltaire #ro: c aurelia #ro: caden randall #ro: quinn grant #ro: sloane addams #ro: blake herrera #ro: r presley

[dracomalfoy7]

THE OTHER HALF III

Draco Malfoy x Slytherin!Reader Fling!Marco Flint x Slytherin!Reader Harry Potter x Sister!Reader

Summary: Harry Potter's twin sister y/n Potter transfers to Hogwarts during the third year. With Harry being a Gryffindor being sorted into Slytherin was hard enough. Now having to battle the shadow that comes with being the twin of the chosen one. On top of being the only girl on the Slytherin quidditch team. In the notorious cold-blooded house, y/n leans on the Bronze 5. Eventually falling for the pureblood prince, himself Draco Malfoy.

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: Retired Voldy AU, Angst, Fluff, Cursing

A/N: Hey guys I know I’ve been AWOL for sometime but I got the need to write again. I will try to be more consistent this time! If you want to be on the taglist click the link! This is not my gif

The clock hits 6am ringing until you slam down on the clock causing it to stop. You roll out of bed with a big stretch and take a shower washing away the night. You move swiftly through your morning routine as you prepare to play quidditch with Marcus. You know you can't bruise his ego but you can't just rollover and let him win. As you're deep in thought brushing your teeth. Blake walks in, yawning and covering her eyes from the light of the bathroom. 

“Y/N/N what are you doing up so early come back to bed” she says with a slight whine

“I'd love to but I got business with Flint, a girls gotta get on the quidditch team somehow”

Blake frowns heading for the toilet

After you change into one of your old practice jerseys you grab your Nimbus 2000 and head for the door. As you cross the halls near the quidditch field you're greeted by a familiar bunch. Enzo, Blaise, and Draco walking back drenched in sweat.

“Early morning practice?”

“Nah just playing for funz” says Enzo

“We’ll see you later after you beat Flints arse right?” Blaise asked with a wink

“Oh a hundred percent”

You continue walking into the stadium and circling above you like a hawk Marcus Flint. He dives down doing a 360 before landing in front of you.

“Surprise you showed up Vip thought you were all bark no bite”

Trying not to give him an ear full you bite your tongue “I’m just here to have a little fun, it's been a while since I’ve gotten on the broom.”

Before he can speak you swing over the body of the broom and take off flying through the air you smile sheepishly. You stop to take in the cold autumn air, closing your eyes and taking a deep needed breath. As you open your eyes Marcus is stationed in front of you.

“What are you staring at Flint?”

“O just a pretty girl sitting in front of me”

You smile putting on your best doe eyes.

“How sweet of you”

You and Marcus rip through the air intensely for a few hours. In the beginning you were rusty with Marcus being able to scorce on you way more they you would’ve liked. But after a while it was all coming back to you like riding a bike. You gracefully fly through the air scoring on his side and advancing past him. Now covered in sweat you both come to a mutual stop.

‘Wow I don’t say this often but you’re really good for a girl of course”

You keep your eyes from rolling to the back of your head after that distasteful remark.

Unable to contain all your sarcasm you say “Well i didn’t make history in America for nothing.”

After the words leave your mouth you regret it all a little and glance at his face to get a read.

Marcus laughs “I mean the Americas aren’t as good as us but you’re right.”

He clears his throat “That being said you are probably better then half the guys on my team”

You can’t help but grin “Oh really”

“Ya totally any chance you’d be willing to try out for the team?”

“I mean a personal invitation for the captain can’t be ignored can it?”

“Great tryouts start tomorrow and go for three days”

“Epic i’ll be there”

After touching down back on the floor he walks you back into the locker rooms. You op to freshin up in your dorm room and take a shower to wash the sweat away. As you dry your hair with a towel walking out the bathroom your startled. 

“Jesus”

Pansy and Avery are sat on there beds staring at you

“So how’d it go?” Blake ask batting her eyelashes 

You laugh “Exaclty like I wanted”

“You’re looking at the only girl trying out for the quidditch team tomorrow”

“Wow even i’m shocked actually?” Pansy remarks

“That’s right I mean i’m not officially on the team yet but we shall see”

Blake jumps up and down on the mattress

“Oh my god. Oh my god.”

You and Pansy both stare at her

“Stop everyones going to hear you”

She stops “alright alright fine lets go get dinner”

You and the girls walk down the corridor into the great hall. You spot the boys and sit across form them.

Blake exlamines “Guy y/n did it she’s trying out with you guys tomorrow!”

Lorenzo’s Jaw drops “Bloody Hell no way he actually let you”

You smile “No to brag but yup”

Blaise laughs “I can’t believe this you hadd to play dirty or something”

You just roll your eyes

Draco was hard to read not much of a reaction. 

You turn to him “Well what do you think Malfoy”

He looks up from his food “You’ve only gotten your toe through the door”

Enzo stands up “No we are going to make you look soo good tomorrow”

“I mean come on were a given to get on the team we’ve been flying together since we were in litral diapers. Plus I mean being best friends with mr. Malfoy here has its preaks.”

Draco rolls his eyes

Blake speak ups “Well we havee to celebrate I mean come on this is huge”

Blaise contradicts “No not tonight y/n needs a goodnight of rest we all do”

“Besides they way you guys drink y/n would die at tryouts.”

All three of you disagree at the same time “It’s not That bad”

After dinner the six of you walk back to the common room. Everyone is setting up for the party since its the Slytherins turn to throw. 

“Ugh the first Slytherin party of the year and I can’t go” You say disappointed

“It’s okay all the quidditch players will be sleeping early today every has to wake up a the crack of dawn.” Blaise says

“Besides there will be plenty of other Slytherin parties this year” Enzo adds on

Everyone says goodnight and head to the separate girls and boys dorms. You change into your pajamas brush your teeth and say goodnight to Blake and Pansy before turning off the light.

tags: @babydaddy69 @venomsvl @kaverichauhan @marplest

#draco #malfoy #draco fanfiction #draco malfoy #draco malfoy fanfiction #draco malfoy angst #draco malfoy x slytherin!reader #draco malfoy x fem!reader #slytherin #slytherin reader #marcus flint #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter #@babydaddy69 #@venomsvl #@kaverichauhan #@marplest

[stormblessed95]

Can I ask something & you be honest. Usually I get sarcasm. Do you really think JK’s bday vid to JM, the tone of it & the bite/hickey is enough to keep JK from being in a relationship with another member? To me, I would personally find both of these offensive If I were dating JK & I might even feel insecure since both things happened with JM, who is part of the same group. I get told both of these Jikook moments are meaningless & jokes & JK’s partner understands that. So Is this gaslighting me?

Friend, whoever you've been talking to is lying to you and gaslighting you, yes! Lmao omg. Now I'll also say that nothing is impossible to do and have JK be in a relationship with someone else. We don't know what their boundaries look like or how their relationships work and it's different for everyone. He could be dating someone else and his partner might not care at all! What's okay for you, might not be okay for someone else and vice versa. Like Ryan Reynolds kissing Andrew Garfield instead of his wife at an award show and Blake (his wife) just cracking up and laughing about it.

But that's not generally who i think JK is in his relationships, it doesn't appear to be what he wants from relationships. So I don't think he would be in a relationship and letting his bestie suck on his neck and send thirst traps as a come hither for your present bday videos if he was dating someone else. Lol so I'd guess he is either dating the man (Jimin) that he is doing these things with, or he is single but involved somehow with said man (Jimin) in some way with however they are defining or not defining that relationship 🤣

But that's just me!

#jikook #kookmin

[one-black-rotary-phone]

Who's the Biggest Tattletale

Ranked from biggest tattletale/dibber-dobber to least. No reader.

TW for swearing, blackmail (yes really)/bullying (I think?), domestic/child abuse (Terrence Blake), violence, screaming.

Griffin

This boy can be a little shit sometimes. If he doesn't like someone and they do something at school, he will go straight to the nearest trustworthy teacher/staff and tell on them. Griffin can't hold his own in a fight that well (especially with older kids), so he settles for getting them reported as soon as possible.

Even then, if it's his family member or friend or something he'll basically blackmail them into doing what he wants or else he'll tattletale on what they did. He's pretty ruthless sometimes.

Billy

Listen, listen; Billy can be a real smart-ass dick when he wants to be. Telling on someone isn't his first thought in most situations--it's usually to get out of the situation at hand and try to let it play out--but he's not afraid to. He's the type to not tell on someone for shoplifting if he likes them but to definitely tell on someone he doesn't like for making the slightest mean comment. Priorities, I guess.

Billy's not so much of a straight-up blackmailer, but he will still be like with any family members his age of younger, "I'll tell your dad you stole broke my Superman doll last year if you don't give me back my Snickers bar." Wait, no, that is blackmailing, never mind.

Gwen

I love Gwen but she will report you if she doesn't like you and if it's serious enough. I mean, that on it's own sounds fair, but what I mean is don't cross her. Because if you do, you'll either have her chasing after you or you'll be in the principal's office for something you did like, last semester.

Her and her friend Susie probably gossip a lot as people do during sleepovers, so she's able to get dirt on others that way. Still, she'll make a deal with someone: don't tell on her to her father, and she won't tell on you. Anything to avoid getting in trouble.

Finney

Like sister, like brother. The only things holding Finney back from dobbing on someone are his fear of getting bullied and also his general sense of empathy. But trust me he's still very capable of doing it. He just doesn't report his bullies because if he does he'll get beaten by them. Tough world.

However, I imagine he also does it in a playful sense. He'll go, "I'm gonna report you if you don't stop teasing me!" but mean it lightheartedly. He probably won't actually report you, but he will walk up to the teacher and strike casual conversation to make it look like he is. It's kind of just how he shows he likes someone.

Bruce

Now we're getting into the "I'll never tell on you" section. Bruce is a pretty chill guy--it's part of the reason why he's so popular. He'll keep a secret most of the time. Honestly, he never bothers to tell on people when there's been a fight. Teachers will ask him what happened because they trust him, but he'll just say he walked right past it (and he probably did). Plus, the news will get around to them soon enough anyway.

However, Bruce still has a morale about him. He will report someone if they've done something truly bad or if they've hurt his friends. Bruce is loyal to people, and will adopt a "save the most" attitude, so if he has to report one friend to save more from getting bullied, he will do that. Just be nice, yeah?

Robin

Robin's literally so loyal to the people he's closest to. He'd barely tell on anyone for anything. His good friend got into a fight at school and the teachers want to know what happened? He doesn't have a clue. Yeah, sure, he bandaged his friend up after it happened, and he may have been giving them fighting tips earlier, but it's not like he was involved. Totally (/sarcasm)!

Robin's only gonna tell on someone if they, like, really, really hurt someone. Not even Vance's fights get from his mouth to the teacher's ears because he knows there's no point to that. Word will get around. But even if it was some super secret fight, he'd stay quiet about it and just make sure his friend is okay. So yeah, you've gotta really fuck up to get told on by him.

Vance

Vance tells on nobody. Ever. If they're somebody he likes, he keeps their secrets close to them. In fact, he's so wary of letting people's secrets out he doesn't let them tell him anything at all. And if it's someone he doesn't like? Simple; he just beats them up and/or screams at them.

Yeah, he's the best secret-keeper in town, surprisingly. Literally, if you are bursting to tell someone something but you just can't? Tell him. Just make sure you find the right time and be sure to not interrupt his pinball game. And be sure to have a few bandages on hand for the aftermath, too.

#the phone rings #tbp #the black phone #tbp hcs #the black phone hcs #tbp headcanons #the black phone headcanons #tbp griffin #griffin stagg #tbp billy #billy showalter #tbp vance #vance hopper #tbp bruce #bruce yamada #tbp robin #robin arellano #tbp finney #finney blake #tbp gwen #gwen blake #headcanons #swearing tw #blackmail tw #bullying tw #violence tw #screaming tw #domestic abuse tw #child abuse tw #abuse tw

[pokespefangirl]

Hi! Fanfic request: corruptedshipping? It can be anything you want but must. Be. Fluff. >:]

"You like that book, Mr. Perfect?"

Whitley traces her hand around the ebony chair, drawing circles on the back of the man who simply ignores her, turning a page.

"I see that your attention is only reserved for the French girls on paper," Whitley teased, sitting down with her legs gently placing atop the wooden chair, as her hand reaches for the grim and busy figure next to her, obviously so preoccupied with that not so little book of his.

"You and your penchant of haunting me with that terrible nickname from my past needs to be studied, Detective," Blake retorts, his blaise response nevertheless accompanied by the slight smile that quirks ever so handsomely on the corners of his lips.

"What," Whitley answers forcing out her fake affront, clutching tightly the pendant that hung around her neck, "I can't even call you the nickname all those girls were calling you back then?"

"I can't do much if you're determined to irritate me," Blake answers finally closing his book looking at her, "but I wonder what would happen to you if I mentioned your dreaded past with the green-haired genocidal maniac you couldn't have prayed more to if he was God himself... I wonder if our past is really something you want to bring up."

Whitley shut up immediately, chest heaving as the thoughts of embarrassment flooded her cheeks.

"That was a different time," she answered gently and innocently, "you know I am nothing like that anymore, Inspector. I'm quite surprised you brought that up."

"You've improved, Mrs. Whitley," The police agent answered, eyes reflecting their light-hearted humor, "at least you're clever enough now to make it somewhat believable that you're the oh so innocent one, lamb fresh out of the oven."

"Lamb is not usually cooked in the oven," the ex-Team Plasma member answered playfully.

"But of course, you know that for a reason." Blake answered, turning fully to the brunette bun-haired female who was the latent cause of all his annoyance and some of his pain, "You've convinced yourself you're the lamb, when you're the one cooking it," he joked, the sarcasm successfully landing in Whitley's hand instead of flying by like it usually did.

At that, her heart softened.

"Does that mean you want to divorce me now?" Whitley asked with a caring and worried expression all too visible on her face.

For a second, there was a pause, as Blake looked at the book he had seemed to be reading so interestedly before Whitley had bothered him.

Only to realize, the book was in fact placed upside down.

"Some people like living with their ailments," he admitted begrudgingly.

Slipping the book under the table smoothly enough that it went perfectly undetected by his wife.

Or so he thought.

#pokespe #pokemon #corruptedshipping #trainer whi two #rakufai #trainer lack two #trainer blake #trainer whitley #pokemon nate #pokemon rosa

[heretyc]

Outlast Characters w/ a Sarcastic Partner

Had this all written out. Tumblr decided to delete it. [Facepalm]

Let's try this again, shall we?

Synopsis: You're dripping with sarcasm, you take nothing seriously, you make jokes here and there, and you love making antagonists angry. The protagonists and antagonists have thoughts about that.

These are meant to be platonic, but they can be seen as romantic if you'd like. Up to you.

Enjoy!

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Miles loves it. Yeah, you're both stuck in literal Hell, but also...humour tends to soften the blow of seeing corpses, blood, and in Miles' words, a "guy fucked by a cheese grater". Chris and the nude twins become laughingstocks to you. When Miles lost his fingers, you so casually asked him to "give you a high three". He had to sit down.

Waylon is not a fan. You're both stuck here against your will, and you're making JOKES? And could you maybe not ask the raging cannibal behind you a question regarding human meat and the best sauces that go with it?? He's petrified, and he would have let you take the reins if not for the fact that you walked up to a variant holding a scalpel and made fun of him for its size. "Size matters, dimwit."

Blake's okay with it. As long as you're not eagerly walking up to a cultist to insult their clothing choices, or sarcastically ask if they're on "FarmersOnly.com", he enjoys your humour. It grounds him. You had an absolute HAYDAY when the heretics straddled you both, and you asked if "there was a spa nearby that offered mud baths". He would have laughed, if not for Val sitting on his chest. When you were next he exhaled a laugh, both relieved and amused, however it sounded like a sigh. He did not shy away from mocking the saliva on your face.

Lynn hated it at first, but grew to love it. Her brain was fried due to constant fight or flight, so she was exhausted. She let herself become amused with time. She'd look at you with horror when you mocked a heretic's language or when you questioned Val's mental state, but grew to find you hilarious. She loses it whenever a heretic looks at you, confused as hell.

Trager gets down on one knee and proposes right there. Fuck Miles, he just found an absolute goldmine! You're humorous, you don't give a shit about him, AND you don't fear him? Jokes aside, he finds you amusing, and would love nothing more than to offer you a martini. But you have lessons to learn...that little priest guy has got you confused. Give him your fingers, won't you?

Jeremy either loves it or hates it depending on who's the butt of your cynicism. If you ask him about his "obsession with SuitsRUs", he may become offended. But he'll join in with you if you mock a variant or something.

Eddie is..confused, at first. You complimented his gutting skills, but your voice sounded off, and your body language suggested that you were disgusted. You felt somewhat bad after he got angry over not understanding your jokes, so you toned it down. He'll laugh at your jokes as long they're not too difficult to grasp. And don't mock him when he's angry. That's a literal death wish.

Walrider doesn't care too much. He's too busy Wall Riding and being a menace. But he's the type to mock your movements, much like a mime or something. Silly boy.

Frank Manera cares not for your jokes and humour, he is far too busy chasing and scaring the fuck out of poor variants so they can become his dessert. He is more than confused when you call him "Frank Marinara". Just keep him fed and he'll be your eager audience. But you have to explain that no, you will not literally give him "an arm and a leg to see him chase Chris with his saw". Afterwards, he will grumble and say "he ain't stupid".

Chris is far too determined about killing Walrider to care for humour.

:(

Marta HATES it. She will roll her eyes and ignore your attempts at humour. She hates it. Hates it all to hell. You need to start taking things seriously for once in your life. That's what she thinks. She was told not to kill you, as Knoth says you're important, but she wishes she could at least rip your tongue out. She wishes you'd stop with the "goth" jokes, or the "Hot Topic" jokes. Ugh.

Val, on the other hand, loves it. Mockery towards The New Testament is well deserved, in their honest opinion. Especially if Knoth is the butt of your jokes. They'll join in. I like to think they're somewhat sarcastic themselves. They, also, might become a little hot and bothered.

Laird and Nick don't care for it, mainly because they're confused. It takes Laird a moment to decipher any sarcasm, and once he does, he'll grumble and ignore you. Nick will remain addled. Help him.

#outlast #outlast fanfiction #outlast headcanons #miles upshur #waylon park #blake langermann #eddie gluskin #richard trager #jeremy blaire #marta #laird #nick #val #this was fun to write lol #had urges to add more characters but not sure if people like them #we'll see

[lovergirlsky]

𝗔/𝗡..... This is also on wattpad(my account) named “loverggirl”

"Stop talking Mr Blake and Miss L/n" our teacher says aloud "sorry" I mutter laughing a bit as Finney bows his head down in apologizes.

Time skip

"So what did I you need to tell me Finney boy" I ask as he stands in-front of my desk as I put my stuff in my bag "I needed to more so ask you something" Finney says "okay so ask me" I mumble still putting my stuff in my bag "so I was wondering if you wanted to hang out with me and a couple of my friends" Finney says "Finney has friends who aren't me" I ask with sarcasm smiling up at him "you don't" Finney asks making me laugh. "Fair" I mumble "but sure I'll hang out with you and theses friends" I say before zipping my bag up.

"Okay.....good" Finney mumbles as I stand up "so who are theses friends of yours" I ask looking at him as I put my backpack on "Robin and Gwen" Finney says as we start to walk out of the class room "Robin" I ask whispering as we enter the hallways "yeah...something wrong" Finney asks as I make my way to my locker "you did not just ask that.......did you forget about how I you know like him" I whisper before unlocking my locker.

"Is someone flustered about Robin" Finney asks smiling "oh shut it you'd be flustered if pretty girl was coming" I say as I put my notebooks from my bag into my locker "she has a name" Finney defends "yeah but so many people know her as this pretty and gorgeous girl" I say teasing him before putting my last item into my locker "wait did you re-" "and the only person that really called her gorgeous was Finney boy" I say cutting him off as I shut my locker closed.

"Shut up" Finney says as I lock my locker "I'll shut up if you promise not to embarrass me in-front of Robin" I whisper as we walk over to his locker so he could put his stuff away. "Ugh......your no fun" Finney whines out as he starts to put the code into his locker I smile at him as I lean onto another locker crossing my arms as I stare at him.

"Uh....excuse me" a voice says "hm" I look to the side and I see Robin "oh I'm sorry" I mutter as I get off of his locker "I've seen you've meet Robin" Finney says as he puts his stuff in his locker, I look at him giving him a face that screams 'obviously dude'. "We can all walk home together" Finney offers "yeah totally" Robin says "mhm" I mumble as me and Robin wait for Finney.

Time skip

"We probably shouldn't go to my house" Finney says as he starts to remember his dad "y-yeah" Gwen mutters, "why" Robin asks.

I knew why, one time I had spend the night at their house and his dad had saw me and Finney laying in the same bed and he freaked out. He almost hit me but Finney had got in-front of me so I wouldn't get hurt so he hit Finney instead and Gwen walked in and tried to stop it along with me and he ended up hitting Finney and Gwen and I couldn't do anything but watch, after he was done I hugged them both. We all cried for what felt like hours.

"Just isn't clean" Finney says quickly "so how about Y/n's" Robin asks, "yeah no" I quickly say "why" Robin whines.

My house is to small, sometimes when I would bring friends over they would talk about how small it is, also it's a bad neighborhood. Gunshots could be heard on some nights and some kid screams in the mornings. As much as I felt comfortable in my house I didn't want to be there with Robin.

"My dad wouldn't allow it" I mumble "allow you to have friends over" Robin asks "no...he wouldn't allow guys over" I say looking down at the sidewalk.

"Well how about my place then" Robin offered and we all nodded.

Time skip

"So this is my house" Robin says awkwardly as he lets us in "my mom won't be home for two days so..." Robin says, it's a Friday by the way. "So what do y'all wanna do" Finney asks as I awkwardly sit on the couch "how about a movie" Gwen asks "sounds good" we all say.

"Does it have to be a scary movie" Finney complains "scared Finney" I ask as he sits in the middle of the couch which was between me and Gwen as Robin is to my left and now Finney is to my right and Gwen is to his right. "Don't tell me your scared of this" Gwen teases even though we all know she's probably the one to chicken out.

"You'll be okay man.....it's just a movie" Robin says calming him down.

Time skip

"Holy shit" I mutter as I watch the three young adults on screen walk towards the house.

After a while I started to get really scared, Finney was half awake and Gwen was passed out on his shoulder, "scared hermosa" Robin asks, I blush from his words. I don't know a lot of Spanish but I'm smart enough to know what it means. "A little" I mumble looking at the screen only to see a jump scare "here....hold my hand" Robin says as he gives me his hand from under the cover we were sharing "thanks" I mumble taking his hand in mine.

"Your hands are warm" Robin mutters as he moves closer to me "and your hands are cold" I mutter back as I feel his hair press against my neck as I'm slouching down and he's sitting up. "Can I do something" Robin asks, I nod in response. He wraps his arms around my warm body "is this okay" Robin asks as I lean into him "more than okay" I say as I begin to close my eyes.

"Falling asleep are you" Robin asks with a smile, I hum. "Good night Y/n" Robin says as he relaxes and which I assume he closes his eyes to "good night Robin" I mutter before falling asleep.

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#💬:lovergirlsky #robin arellano #robin arellano x reader #the black phone #black phone #x reader #the black phone x you #the black phone x reader #finney blake

[olivieblake]

hi! i just wanted to tell you that your prose is soo unique, and i LOVE IT.

i noticed reading the atlas six (and even more in the atlas paradox, i believe) that you use a lot of exclamation points in the narrative and it’s the coolest thing ever. i remember reading a writing tip by some famous writer that said: maximum 2-3 exclamation points every 100000 words!!!!!!! and it’s so fun seeing you break a lot of those types of rules so effectively.

i have recently developed the habit of define certain sentences of the books i read as “olivie blake-ly” because it’s so unique! half of my annotations are: “olivie blake vibes! yay!”

it’s like there is no filter between the narration and the characters’ thoughts, they just melt effortlessly into the prose. it’s such a fun and new style, i’m obsessed.

(english is not my mother tongue so sorry if there are mistakes— and for all of the fangirling)

hahahaha I love this okay so truthfully any "mistakes" I make when it comes to rules about prose or genre come from a place of being what I think of as inventive but also, to some degree, uninformed, because I didn't study literature or composition formally. I just read a lot of books and treat writing as if it's play. and one thing I've noticed that people don't always grasp about my tone in writing is its... hmm. ironic quality? a lot of lines are written from a place of sarcasm/are not delivered straightforwardly, playing on the tension between the dumb thing a character thinks and the starkness of whatever reality is supposed to be, so a lot of times I will make use of unusual or unexpected punctuation to emphasize that. I love a good exclamation point delivered in an unlikely place. I mean it definitely seems like you get that, with the way you observed the narration and the character thoughts are blended to deliver... well, lies. usually something very unreliable and with kind of a wink to emphasize the absurdity. but anyway thank you so much, I really do love to hear you're enjoying your read!!! I hope you're having fun!!

#filling the bucket #the atlas six #the atlas paradox

[sunnyie-eve]

24 | Guardians

Series: Indispensable | Teen Wolf

Paring: (Stiles Stilinski x OFC Martin)

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: None

| MASTERLIST |

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Stiles smacks Derek over and over but before going punch him, he wakes up so Stiles tells him everything that has happened. Derek leaves to go get his sister while Stiles and Julia stay back to hold off the cops.

"You should have gone with Derek." Stiles says as the two of them sit alone in the front lobby.

"And leave you? No, thank you."

"Why stay with me?" He looks at her playing with a strand of her hair so she stops to look at him.

"Because I want to be with you and you need someone by your side. Your dad was taken and your best friend left... but I'm still here for you." She tears up a bit, "Stiles, you're the first person in my life, besides from Lydia, I really care about."

"Julia," Stiles moves closer to her but stop as they both look at the door to see the FBI. "Oh, just perfect." Stiles sighs.

"Who's that?" Julia asks as the man walks over to them since it was clear Stiles didn't like him.

"A Stilinski at the center of this whole mess. What a shocker. Think you can answer some questions without the usual level of sarcasm?"

"Stiles without sarcasm isn't a thing." Julia looks up at the man to read his badge, "McCall..."

"And you are?" He asks her.

"Julia Martin." She answers him.

"Where's your dad, and why's no one been able to contact him?" He ignores Julia to ask Stiles.

"I don't know. I haven't seen him in hours." Stiles tells him.

"Is he drinking again?"

"What do you mean, again? He never had to stop." Stiles tells him and Julia was getting pissed with Scott's dad.

"But he did have to slow down. Is he drinking like he used to?"

"All right, how about this? Next time I see him. I'll give him a field sobriety test, okay? We'll do the alphabet start with F end with U." Stiles says causing him to smile.

"How about you just tell me what the hell happened here?"

"We do you know what happened here because we were stuck in the elevators the whole time." Julia speaks up.

"Y'all aren't the ones who put the name on the doors?"

"What name?" They ask at the same time confused so he tells the Argent was written on the door.

Once they were good to go, Stiles and Julia go to the Argent's to tell them that their name was written on the door. Allison says it's no coincidence that Blake took Scott's mother and Stiles' father. Allison suspects that Ms. Morrell is behind the warning saying the guidance counselor knows a lot more about what's happening and might be trying to help. Stiles says they need to hurry since the lunar eclipse is two freaking nights away and that his father could already be dead. Chris disagrees. He says it seems Jennifer is moving pieces into place. Allison points out that Chris is one of those pieces. He says they won't wait around to see her next move. He takes out the map of the telluric currents.

Stiles is dejected saying that going after her will likely mean Chris gets taken. Chris says he's different because he's carrying a .45 caliber pistol. He says Jennifer has shown that she can heal from a shot to the leg and slashes to her face but wonders how she would do with half her skull blown off. Chris suggests the placement of the sacrifices has to do with the strength of the telluric currents in those spots. He points out the school, the animal clinic and the bank on the map. Supposing that Jennifer might return to a spot if she failed to complete a sacrifice there the first time, they settle on the bank as a logical starting point.

"What if we use Lydia and you?" Allison looks at Julia.

"Lydia and Julia? What can they do?" Chris asks lost.

"They sorta have a talent at finding bodies without looking for them." Stiles tells him so Chris looks at Julia.

"What are y'all? Psychic?"

"No, we're Banshees." Julia corrects him.

As time passes both Allison and her father bring out all their weapons, "I thought you guys were retired." Stiles says looking at everything.

"Retired yes, defenseless, no." Chris tells Stiles to keep his phone on so that if Scott calls they can tell him right away. Stiles says he thinks that is unlikely and Chris says Scott is only doing what he thinks is right.

"I can't shoot a gun or use a crossbow. But... Well, I'm- I'm getting pretty good with these." Isaac arrives showing his claws.

While Isaac and Allison stay with her father, Stiles and Julia go to Lydia and catch her up on everything. She couldn't believe Scott would willingly join the Alpha Pack but Stiles says the look on Scott's face at the time suggests his choice was real.

"I get that Julia and I are human Geiger counter for death but I don't know how to turn it on or off yet." Lydia looks at Stiles.

"I still don't know how to do it and I've been a Banshee a lot longer." Julia takes a seat.

"Jennifer seemed surprised that I was a Banshee, so why did she try to kill me?" Lydia asks confused.

"We need to find out why. What do you know that I don't?" Julia asks her before the three head to school.

At school, Lydia was frustrated that Aiden wasn't texting her back. Isaac ends up texting Stiles about Allison's dad. The news ends up sending Stiles into a panic attack which Julia notices immediately.

"Stiles, what is it?" Lydia asks him.

"He's having a panic attack." Julia takes his hand leading him down the hall to the locker room where it there wasn't anyone but them and Lydia.

"Hey, hey, breathe. Try to breathe. Focus on me, look at me." Julia grabs his hands forcing him to look at her, "Remember when you helped me with mine at Scott's house?" Julia smiles a bit but it wasn't helping him so she wraps her arms around him hoping a hug would work like it did for her then.

"I can't stop, Julia." His voice cracks so she moves back cupping his face so he would look into her eyes.

"Look at me. You can. I know you can." She smiles before leaning in to kiss him gently till he was clam again.

As she pulled back slowly they just stared at each other completely forgetting Lydia was just standing on the side watching them.

"How'd you know that would work?" He asks her taken back.

"I read once when I used to have mine that holding your breath could stop one." She smiles with tears in her eyes, "I didn't know how to get you to hold yours so I kissed you hoping it would work."

"I held my breath?" He keeps his eyes locked with hers.

"You did." She nods her head wiping her tears away.

Stiles tears up again, "Thank you." He pulls her into a tight hug, "I'm lucky you're smart." He makes her laugh.

"If she was really smart she would tell you to sign up for a few sessions with the guidance counselor." Lydia speaks up finally so the two pull out of their hug.

"Morrell." Stiles says so him and Julia get up from the floor and the three rush out to go see her.

They rush into the Guidance Office to find Danielle waiting for Ms. Morrell. She says Stiles and Lydia will have to wait because she's got some serious issues to work on. Danielle says she's been waiting for 20 minutes for the counselor and points out that it's weird because Morrell is never late. Lydia agrees, saying she was seeing the councilor at the beginning of the semester. Stiles concludes she is not late, she is missing.

Stiles says he wants to know what Morrell knows and starts to search through her desk. There are two framed photos, both of young children, on the desk. Stiles comes up with Lydia's file and finds a number of drawings of the same tree. It is the same exact tree over and over again on several pages.

"Wait, I basically draw the same thing but upside." Julia pulls out her notebook and flips through her pages to show basically the same thing.

"Okay; you can have my session. You girls got bigger issues." Danielle leaves them.

"What is this?" Lydia asks scared.

"Stiles, the last one I drew..." She shows him she went into detail about what's under the roots, "It's the root cellar."

"That's where they are." Stiles looks at her.

The three rush off to find the Nemeton but Stiles is called by the McCall. Stiles sends Lydia and Julia to Derek since both he and Peter have been to the root cellar before.

Arrives at Derek's loft and there is an awkward moment when Lydia sees Peter for the first time since she brought him back from the dead, "Derek, we have visitors." Peter calls out.

"We know where the parents are. Jennifer has them in the root cellar. If I remember correctly, you've both been there." Julia enters the loft.

"Yes, but we don't know where it is. Talia- Derek's mother and my older sister, decided that she didn't ever want us going back. She knew how dangerous it was and took the memory of its location from us." Peter tells the girls.

"Then how are we supposed to find it?" Lydia asks him.

Stiles, Julia, Lydia, Allison and Isaac join Deaton at the Animal Clinic as they try to work out how to find the Nemeton. Stiles believes it must be on a telluric current or at the convergence of the currents. Allison says Gerard claims he can't remember the location although he and Chris had been there once before. Deaton says there might be a way to do it but that it is dangerous and that they'll need Scott.

At the animal clinic, three large tubs filled with ice water and mistletoe are waiting. Deaton asks if Scott Stiles and Allison have brought something personal that belongs to their parents. Stiles had his father's badge. Allison had a silver bullet made by her father. Scott had a Timex watch. He said it was given to his mother by his father and that Melissa jokes it was the only thing about the marriage that worked.

Deaton explains that the three will serve as surrogate sacrifices for their parents. The plan means the three friends will be dead for a few seconds before Deaton brings them back. Their deaths will supercharge the Nemeton and that will attract supernatural creatures to Beacon Hills. Deaton also says dying will take a personal toll on the trio. They will be left with a permanent darkness around their hearts.

"Each of us will hold you down until you're essentially... Well, dead. But it's not just someone to hold you under. It needs to be someone who can pull you back. Someone that has a strong connection to you. A kind of emotional tether." Deaton tells the three, "Lydia, you're with Allison and Isaac you'll stand next to her. I'm with Scott, and Julia is with Stiles." He adds.

"Really?" Julia asks surprised Lydia didn't get him and Isaac wasn't with Allison since she could tell they were sorta liking each other.

"Yes," He says making Stiles and Julia to look at each other.

They each slip in the tubs. Through shivers and chattering teeth, Stiles informs them that Scott's father is in town. Each of their tethers reach out and push them under the water.

Hours pass and the three were still in the tubs while the other four waited patiently, "Deaton..." Julia walks over to him as he was in the front, "Why did you pair me with Stiles and not my sister?" She asks him.

He gives her a look, "Are you seriously asking me why?"

"Well, yeah. You said someone that has a strong connection to them. An emotional tether... Who better for Stiles then Lydia? He's been in love with her since the third grade. I'm still a recently new friend to him. It's been only like a year..."

"But to the two of you it doesn't feel like just a year. Believe it or not, you're the perfect person to pull him back. Y'all's connection is almost stronger than his and Scotts." Deaton walks away leaving her alone.

Julia takes a seat on counter before rubbing her temples mumbling to herself, "You have feelings for Stiles don't you?" Isaac joins her side.

"I don't know the answer to that question anymore, honestly." She turns her head to look at him, "In the past, I would've laugh and said no and meant it. Now, if I do that... I don't know if I'm lying or telling the truth." She laughs at herself, "I shouldn't though."

"Why not? I like Allison when I shouldn't."

"Because when I fully admit I have feeling for him it will just kill me. Isaac, I'm never gonna be his pick as long as Lydia exists. He's been in love with her since the third grade." Julia tears up.

"What he has is a one sided love, and that isn't real love. Love is a bond shared between people, Julia. Lydia doesn't love him since he's just a friend." Isaac tells her.

"When did you become a love expert?" Julia laughs at him.

"I'm not, I'm just stating the obvious. I have my friends back." He pulls her into his side.

#teen wolf ff #teen wolf fanfiction #teen wolf #stiles x oc #stiles stilinski #teen wolf stiles #scott mccall #lydia martin #allison argent #derek hale #noah stilinski #melissa mccall #issac lahey #peter hale #malia tate #theo raeken #liam dunbar #kira yukimura #banshee #werewolves #werecoyote #mtv teen wolf #slow burn #drama #friendship #friends to lovers #dyaln o'brien

[mrs-pascal]

Deal Of Death - part 1

Joel miller x gn!reader

Word count - 1.5k

Summary - running into your sister results in having to compromise. 

Warnings - course language, guns, death, threats, kidnapping kind of.

A/n - this is a reader x fanfic but they use a fake name in this which is Blake. Also this is based 22 years after the start of the apocalypse. Also yes I know that I spelt abbey wrong

The ice cold barrel is pressed against your head, you would shiver but your entire body is numb as you're thrown on the ground. “What is stopping me from putting a bullet in that pretty head of yours?” Abbey asked you holding you down, you guys were alone and covered in snow, “you won't, we both know it and you're not fooling anyone, I’m your family left you won’t kill me.” You say confidently, “your wrong but you can do a job for me.” You roll your eyes, “okay I'll entertain your little scenario, what is it?” 

“You know Joel?” You side eyed her to the best of your ability, “yeah totally,” sarcasm laced in your tone. She hit your temple harshly with her gun, “he's the man that killed dad, yeah he supposedly lives around here, I need you to find him and bring him to me and maybe I won't kill your daughter.” Your eyes widen as you look around the small cave you had found, after all the commotion you hadn't noticed she was gone. 

You twisted and turned but all that happened was her hands tightening, “you fucker! Let me go, I’ll kill you the minute you let me go.” She rolled her eyes, her braid swinging, “you won't, you're not fooling anyone.” She mocks.

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Knife attached to your hip you stand behind the cliff hearing gunshots being fired you waited piering around the corner, seeing the boy was down. A second one went off and you see who you think is Ella or Ellie, whatever collapse, you take that as your que to step in. Rushing in you act innocent, “what happened are you guys alright? I heard gunshots,” rushing over to the boy to see him dead, you made your way to the girl. 

“Are you alright? Do you guys have med kits here?” She curses before pointing at a rusty cupboard, jogging over you grab the kit and opening it up, pulling out a tourniquet and tightening it around her leg. Pulling her with you, you drag her out of the broken shack and eventually push up onto the horse and make room for yourself.

“Which way?” She groans, head rolling and tipping, “which way?” You yell at her. She mumbles a quick, “the horse knows where to go just keep going north.'' You kick the horse's belly holding pressure with your legs, you hold the reins with one hand and an arm wrapped awkwardly around Ellie’s waist. 

The rides unsteady, awkward and you probably have less red blood cells then the number of times she almost fell off. But eventually you see a large wall, a dark maroon seemingly bolded shut, “help! Help! I think I have one of your uhh.. Friends she's bleeding, shot! Help please!” You see movement in your peripheral, a blond scarred woman with a cocked gun lowers it the minute you look at her, “Tommy open up!” she yells and the large door creaks open. 

You see a long haired blonde man peek his head around the large rusted door, you move your body slightly so he can see Ellie, “I know you don’t know me but she’s been shot in the leg, I've put a tourniquet around her leg but it won’t hold much longer she needs medical help now!” You yell, worried you kick the horse as the gate opens quickly. “The very last house on the left.” He said with urgency but before he could continue talking you took off, yelling for people to move and trying to weave between the people who didn't react quick enough. You leave shouting and surprised civilians in your tracks, skidding the horse to a stop at the end of the block, the thick wall stopping you from continuing. Hoping off the horse you hold on to Ellie making you stumble, you pull Ellie off and haul her up onto your shoulder. 

Stumbling into the house you shout out, a tall black haired woman walks out, “can i help you?” She’s cold, calculated and obviously blind (not literally), “fucks wrong with you? Can you not see the girl I'm carrying on my shoulder?” She begins to walk away and you take it as your meant to follow her, she nods her head to a table, you place Ellie on the table and leave.

Making your way out of the house to see the same blond now accompanied with an older man, Joel. The blond has the reins in his hands. “How did you know where she came from or her name? And who the fuck are you?” The older man walks closer with every question he spills out in a low and threatening tone. “I heard the gunshot and came running. She was with a young man, he's dead. I knew her name because the man yelled it as he got shot, and I knew where you were because I asked. And I’m the person that saved your friend or daughter or whatever the fuck so don’t give me that fucking attitude because I could’ve left her there but I didn’t,” you sighed and rubbed your face.

They stood there a little shocked, “I have to be off anyway,” you said as you made your way back to the gate you felt a hand on your shoulder. Your hand shoots up grabbing onto his wrist, “can i help you?” You asked, ripping his hand off your shoulder. “Why don't you stay a while?” Your plans working, they have a large population so you could tell that they were careless about who they let come in, “why would I stay? Also, I don’t have a gun.” You probably shouldn't say that to the man you're trying to kill but oh well, the blond didn't seem keen on unnecessary violence, “we can supply you with food and a bed for a little and we can give you a gun.” 

You pretended to think about it, the plan was in motion. “Mm okay but the minute you even attempt to pull anything I'll slit your throat.” The older man now disinterested walks into what seems like a bar, the blond follows him and you do too. “So I never caught your name? My names Tommy and that fucker over there’s named Joel,” you look at Tommy, studying his face the forehead wrinkles set into his face but at this point it’s hard not to find someone with wrinkles. “Blake, what's with Joel and Ellie? He seemed a bit protective,” Tommy laughs “a bit? Joels basically Ellie’s Dad, not by blood but get too close to Ellie and Joel will rip you apart.”

“So you guys have electricity? How’d you manage that?” You haven't seen electricity in over 20 years,Tommy nodded. “Yeah, it took a while to get but you know it's pretty stable.” You finally take a seat. You sit in comfortable silence, Tommy ordered some water, Joel was giving you side eyes. As if he was expecting you to pull a secret gun out and kill him. That wasn't exactly your plan but that was for much later, that would ruin it plus you think Abbey would actually kill you if you killed him without her watching.

The cold water running down your throat made you shiver, your clothes are thin and wet from being shoved to the ground by your sister, you think he noticed as you shivered because he asked, “you get into a scuffle?” He gestures to your dirty wet jacket, you nod. “Just one dude killed him he was alone.” He nods back, he stands up, “we should go get you some warm clothes.” You stand up smiling lightly before following him, you feel Joel's gaze on you as you leave.

—

You are now huddled in warm, thick clothes, the chipped plate is taken out of your hands now you're done with dinner. “Joel, will you show Blake to their temporary house please?” He sighs deeply before getting up and walking off you, you jog off to catch up, “what's your problem with me?” You asked but Joel remained stagnant, “like I saved your ‘daughter’ or whatever the fuck… Ohh is it because I left the dude. Look he was dead when I got there, there wasn't much I could do.” You defend yourself, he rolls his eyes, “I don’t know him,” oh. “Are you worried about Ellie, she'll be right.”

He goes right back ignoring you, seemingly regretting opening his mouth. He stops at a house, “there are 2 other people in here so be quiet.” Joel turns around and leaves. “Night, I guess.” You mutter making your way into the dead silent house, making your way up the stairs and enter a room. Thankfully it's empty, taking off two of your jackets and throwing them on a beat up chair, before crawling under the blankets you settle down. Nuzzling your face into the clean blankets, before drifting to sleep.

#joel miller #joel x reader #gender neutral #guns #tlou #the last of us #tlou part 2 #joel miller x reader #joel x gn!reader #reader fanfic #first meeting up #pedro pascal #candle trend

[cherry-girl444]

🎸⋆⭒˚｡⋆SONGS THAT REMIND ME OF THE PASTAS🎸⋆⭒˚｡⋆

Music i think the pastas listen to or what reminds me of them<3

-`♡´-ENJOY!-`♡´-

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JEFF THE KILLERִ ࣪𖤐◞ ꙳ ๋࣭ ⭑ `

(I mean i totally head canon him as emo and a metal head so here are some ones that i took from my "For jeff the killer" playlist <3)

.Partners in crime-set it off, ash costello (ARE YOU KIDDING THIS SONG IS SOOOO GOOD AND ITS SO HIM)

.Wolf in sheeps clothing-set it off (DUDE THIS SONG WAS MY FAVORITE SONG OF ALL TIMEEE LIKE 2 YEARS AGO...BUT YEAH I TOTTALY SEE HIM SINGING THIS AND HIM JUST LIKING THIS SONNG IN GENERAL)

.Monster-Skillet (THIS IS DEFINETLY ON HIS PLAYLIST, ARGUE WITH THE WALL.)

.I hate everything about you-Three days grace (DUDE WHAT THIS IS SO HIM. IT LITERALLY SCREAMS ANGSTY CHAOTIC JEFF. ALSO THIS SONG IS STILL SUCH A BANGER OML)

.Sarcasm-get scared (IK I HATE ON JEFF FOR SHITS AND GIGGLES BUT IM OBLIGATED TO LOVE HIM IN A SENSE BC HIS MUSIC TASTE IS JUST SOO AAAAAH LIKE WHY DID HE STEAL MY WHOLE PLAYLIST....BUT SO MANY OF "GET SCARED"S SONGS ARE SO HIM"

.Good girls bag guys-falling in reverse (SAME THING WITH FALLING IN REVERSE, SO MANY OF THEIR SONGS JUST SCREAM JEFF, ESSPICALLY THIS ONE LIKE WHAT)

.Sexy drug-falling in reverse (SEE WHAT DID I SAY)

-Criminal-Brittany spears (ITS LITERALLY HIM)

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TICCI TOBY ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

.My axe-ICP (LITERALLY TOBY)

.Saint Brenard-Lincoln (IDK THERES SMTH ABOUT THIS SONG

.Father-The front bottoms (I DEFINETLY SEE THIS IN HIS PLAYLIST)

. Chop suey! -System of a down (HE DEF LISTENS TO THIS RELIGEOUSLY)

.Tears over beers-Modern baseball (I SO SEE HIM BEING MIDWEST EMO)

.Tear you apart- she wants revenge (I ALSO SEE THIS AS A JEFF SONG AS WELL BUT ALSO TOBY)

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NINA THE KILLER⛧°。 ⋆༺♱༻⋆。 °⛧

.Pretty little psycho (THIS SONG IS SO HER IDC)

. Pretty scene girl!-Clover! (IK THIS PRETTY SCENE GIRL I WISH YOU COULD HAVE SEEN HER IK SHE GOT SOME PROBLEMS BUT I DONT WANNA LEAVE HER)

.Kiss me again-kets4eki (KISS ME KISS ME KISS ME AGAINNN)

.All i want is you-Rebzyyx (A LOT OF REBZYYX MUSIC JUST SCREAMS NINA)

.Im so crazy for youuu </3-Rebzyyx (UR SO UPSET WITH ME BUT IM SO OBSESSED WITH YOU<3)

.Yandere-Jazmin Bean (YAYAYAYAAAYAY JAZMIN REFERENCE I LOVE THEM SO MUCH)

.Love taste-Moe shop (SHE DEFINETLY LISTENS TO THIS)

.Crazy girls-TOOPOOR (SHES LITERALLY THE DEFINITION OF THE SONG)

.Freak show-punkinlovee (NINA CORE)

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BEN DROWNED ₊ ⊹

.Welcome to the internet-Bo burnham (IDK ITS JUST SO BEN)

.#Brooklynbloodpop!-SyKo

.Spy?-WHOKILLEDXIX (THIS IS DEF THE TYPE OF MUSIC HE LISTENS TO)

.Discord-The living tombstone (I JUST KNOW HE WOULD BE A LIVING TOMBSTONES FAN)

.Never-Mag.lo

.Sugarcrash!-EllyOtto (IDK WHY I SEE HIM AS AN EDM/HYPERPOP PERSON AS WELL)

.Nowhere to run-Stegosaurus rex

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❣LAUGHING JACK❣

-Rainbows and stuff-ICP (THIS SONG IS UNBELIEVABLY LJ CODED)

-Carousel-Melanie martinez (THIS SONG IS SO SO SO SO LJ)

-Insane in the brain-cypress hill

-HAHA-lil darkie

-Mad hatter-Melanie martinez

-In my room-ICP

-Vending machine of love-The stupendium (I SERIOUSLY DK WHY WHENEVER I LISTEN TO THIS SONG I PICTURE LJ)

-Pink elephants on parade-Disney studio chorus (U BEST BET THIS IS PLAYING AT HIS CARNIVALS

-The masochism tango-Tom lehrer (AAAAH)

-An unhealthy obsession-the blake robinson synthetic orchestra

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EYELESS JACKﮩـﮩﮩ٨ـ🫀ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ

-The zombie song-Stephanie Mabey (IF I WERE A ZOMBIE ID NEVER EAT YOUR BRAIN </3)

-Saccharine -Jazmin bean (THIS IS SONG IS DEFINETLY EJ WHENEVER HE FALLS IN LOVE)

-Misery meat-Sodikken

-Monster-Lady gaga

-Cannibal-Kesha

-Blow my brains out-Tikkle me

-Animal i have become-Three days grace

-People eater-Sodikken

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JANE THE KILLER 𓆇🕸️𓆸

-Brutus-The buttress(JANE CODED FR)

-Killer queen-Queen

-Bring me to life-Evanescence (SHE KIND OF LOOKS LIKE AMY LEE IN ONE OF HER PHOTOS TOO)

-Living dead girl-Rob zombie

-Shes my collar-Gorillaz, kali uchis

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#CREEPYPASTA #MUSIC #creepypastaheadcanons #headcanons #jeffthekiller #ticcitoby #bendrowned #ninathekiller #laughingjack #eyelessjack

[rreskk]

@d-u-s-t-9379 and @cutepervert tagged me! Thank you sm for the tag🖤

Were you named after anyone?

Not that I’m aware of. My parents both loved the name “Rachael” and was the first choice they had.

Do you have kids?

Yes, my cat called George.

Use sarcasm a lot?

No (yes)

First thing you notice 'bout people?

Eye colour and eyelashes. When I meet someone, I tend to stare (NOT RUDELY LOL) but I like to have an idea of their personality through the way they use their eyes.

Eye color?

Green, sometimes blue.

Scary movies or happy ending?

Scary movies 4 life.

Special talent?

My talents aren’t special enough to be called “special”, but if I had to choose one, it would be being the worlds best biggest sister. Jk, it would be being the worlds best sugar mommy in the making.

Your hobbies?

Boxing, photography, writing, biking. I also like sleeping.

Any pets?

My son, George.

Playing any sport?

Boxing

How tall..?

5”6

Favourite subject in school?

Criminology. I would say English literature, but I like writing more as a hobby than subject.

Dream job?

Oh poop. It varies… so here’s a list: Forensic photographer, forensic linguistic, forensic scientist, photographer, criminal profiler.

I’ll tag: @grokiaep @henry-blake-offishial @whosyourcreepyunclenow @rfxiii @realcuntsofsuburbia (don’t feel pressured)

#personal #asks #thank you! #this was fun

[tumblezwei]

Exactly crwby is just queer baiting the bees until Sun returns and finally gets Blake his trophy wife! (This is sarcasm in case your followers didn’t catch on)

We poppin the biggest bottles when BS happens in Vacuo

#ask #discourse tag #anon