#i'm gnawing on the wallpaper

[damnelves]

i hate having to work for a living soooo much

#personal #ughghghg sorry i'm having to fill in job applications and it makes me gnaw at the wallpaper

[hauntedfalcon]

me: yeah I still tested positive

people checking in on me: that's great news!!

me: no???

#panini year three and we don't know the difference between testing positive and negative??? #COVID times for ts #not ungrateful for having people who check in on me every day just to be clear #super DUPER grateful to have a spouse who is managing the household and feeding me while I recline for going on a week now #every DAY I'm like 'holy shit this would fucking suck if I were a single parent' #but I am absolutely tearing at the yellow wallpaper gnawing at the windowpanes wanting OUT of this ROOM

[salsflore]

your bfs very conflicted and nervous reaction to you saying he should just die >:)

(i drew that btw, hope u like it ^^ )

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCKKKKKKK the urge to kill him just increased by tenfold. don't tell him i said that. or maybe do .. anyways honestly nice art and all but idrc. ignore the tags that was akim not me. personally i dont care. yup. i will just look at this and go on with my day. its stupid. i am a hater not a lover. i am closing my eyes. and. um. yeah.

#HEY GIRL WHAT THE RUFVKDFKDSOIFCJDSPKF #HES SO PRETTY #pretty ugly. #YOU DREW HUM SO WELLT HOUGH #i'm literally in class so i can't react inappropriately(tm) BUT WHAT THE FUCK THIS IS RIDUIDUCOUS #IM NOT SURE WHAT TO SAY AT THIS POINT #WHAT THJE JEWLL; #I APPRECIATE IT SO MUCH ....... #ah ... youve drawn his ugly ass hair so well... #and his face.felf;kjglkfda #dhJLKSJKASDHFIUSDJFK #i'm normal btw wassup? haha hey... #anyways #GNAWING AT THIS PIECE what the hell you multitalented BULLY !!!!!!! #first writing then art ue eu ue ue ue ueueueue ueueueueue youve truly been blessed... my finger hurtsn oughhh.... #my classmate stared at me weirdly when i first reacted this is both hjorrifying but its also worth it i swear this artwork is so CUTE #i love rthe colors you chose and i love how ugly he looks i lvoe his little blush i want him dead rn #swear to god i'll make this shit my WALLPAPER!!!!!!!!!!!! #.... can i make it my pfp on like everything ever #just out of pure hatred #⠀new message received !⠀ #⠀felina ଘ(੭ˊ꒳ˋ)੭✧⠀ #⠀faves ♡⠀ #mika ♡ ajax

[shotmrmiller]

whenever simon needs a lay, he doesn't go for girls like you: all snarky attitude and self-assuredness in that hole-in-the-wall bar with the peeling wallpaper, dim lighting, and sagging ceiling tiles. he wants those insecure things; the soft, quiet ones who've been recently dumped and are drinking away their woes. the ones who'll take him to theirs in a drunken haze and wake up startled, kicking him out of the front door without their number and an embarrassed forget this ever happened.

can do, sweetheart. (see ya never.)

but you've caught his interest. maybe it was the way your face was bare— pockmarks on your cheeks and eyebrows untamed—yet you exuded confidence not even that loud bimbo with the fake lashes and vibrant ruby lipstick could ever recreate. maybe it was the way you held your own against that drunken man who attempted to grab a handful of arse over your faded, torn jeans, catching his pathetic bollocks and giving them a gnarly twist.

who knows. who cares.

what matters is that you've caught him by complete surprise.

he figured you were the type to want a firm hand. a couple of harsh slaps to your cheeks (both top and bottom), a fistful of your hair in his grip to pull, and to fuck you into the mattress until your body was imprinted on it.

wrong.

the moment he pulled your hair taut, you'd immediately tangled your clever fingers into his chest hair. "i'm no horse, brit. my hair isn't reins for you to lead me around with."

then he tried to bend you over his knee. proper brat like you needs to be put in'er place.

also wrong. "not that either. not yet anyway."

and then he's wrong a third time because you're no passive participant.

he sloppily eats your cunt like it's his first meal since coming back from urzikstan— warm tongue, thick fingers, and the occasional pinch of his crooked teeth on your swollen bundle of nerves. when he tries to pull away, your entrance more than slick enough to take him without much discomfort, you fervently dig your heels into the scarred tissue of his strong back., stopping him in his tracks.

"you stop 'til i finish and not a moment sooner." his whiskey breath is warm between your legs when he huffs out, "affirm." you're fluttering around his hand in minutes when you start to direct him on how you like it, which he supposes is fortunate for you since he's real good at taking orders and even better at obeying them.

your climax is sweet in his mouth with a subtle hint of brine. the exact opposite of you, he finds. simon doesn't even get the chance to tell you to say anything because you're flipping onto your knees and shoving his rigid length into your mouth. he can't help the strangled sound that escapes him when the tip of him touches the back of your throat, constricting when you gag.

bloody hell.

you look up at him; wide, glassy eyes and sunken cheeks and it's pathetic how he can already feel himself on the precipice of ecstasy and he hasn't even gotten to the good part.

when he watches you place a condom in your mouth and roll it on his cock without hands, simon had to squeeze his eyes shut and think of england to stop the fire that threatened to light him ablaze.

alrigh', enough. on your back.

"no. get on yours."

your small hands push against his barrel chest, gesturing he lie back— today preferably.

impatient bint.

you ignore that quip, opting to wrap your fingers around his thick base and sink onto him in one smooth motion.

slow, don't want ya hurtin' ya'self.

he gnaws on his tongue painfully— almost cutting it open with his canine— to keep from finishing because, bloody fuckin' hell, do you feel like the heaven he'll never see.

simon's hands curl and tighten around the swell of your hips— his blunt, square nails digging into your sensitive skin. "easy," you hiss, "i bruise like a peach."

taste like it, too.

you look so sweet, so pliant while being split open on his cock, hot cunt sodden with your earlier release— it sends mind-numbing arousal tingling up his spine, feeling it at the base of his skull. simon grunts when you begin to move, a languid up and down, gentle but firm. spots dance in his vision when you take all of him, his bollocks flush against your arse.

pretty thing with fire in your eyes taking him so well even though others have needed breaks to work up to it. muscle memory takes over then, his callused fingers automatically searching for your swollen clit, but you slap them away. "too sensitive, i'd only be uncomfortable."

yes ma'am.

you chuckle at that, pussy fluttering as you do and simon hisses through his clenched teeth.

keep tha' up 'nd i'll be done before the fun even starts.

this time you clamp down on purpose, your cunt squeezing his cock like a silken fist. "wouldn't that just be a shame. old man like yourself only got one in you?" the playful taunt sinks its teeth into the ego he's never cared about— leaving behind a mark that stings and lingers— and the lieutenant rears his head, if only for a moment.

watch it.

your eyes widen fractionally but your lips curl at the corners in amusement. "sorry, sir." minx.

his thoughts dissolve like sugar in hot tea once your hips began to rise and fall again, this time a much quicker pace. he surrenders to your unsatiable passion-- a hungry beast, feeding on want, on need-- with only his obsidian-black mask as witness.

for the first time in months (since price bent him over his desk post-op that one time) he's the one getting fucked.

and when you plant your feet by his sides, when your hips cant at the slightest of angles, his flared head presses against something firm and his world ceases to exist, the intensity of now reaching its peak.

when he comes to, your sweat-slick body trembles with effort, your pretty cunt still stuffed to the brim with his softening length. but he's not done with you yet, not by a long shot. now it's his turn.

in a quick movement, you find yourself on your back, looking up at simon, and the mewl that falls from your lips bounces off of the spartan white walls when he hooks your legs over his broad shoulders, and claims you again.

he plans on leaving a delicious ache between your legs that won't let you forget this night-- at least not for the next few days. (not like you could, i mean look at him. plus, he's going to magically forget his gloves here, maybe his pack of cigarettes. he's also definitely jotting down his phone number somewhere.)

forgive me i'm tired now so i lost some air at the end hehehe

#call of duty #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x f reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley smut #cod smut #simon riley smut

[zephyrchama]

Vampire mc. Like it could be an add on of angst if like they failed to protect mc when mc got attacked by a vampire, got turned into one. Like they can make a cute but vamp!mc is thirsty now- 🧛anon

(I started typing one for each brother but they winded up a little longer than intended. >u< I'm gonna break this up into 7+ parts, one for each character! Gonna use this post as the intro and master list for it, so each time a new installment is posted I'll update this here. Part I will be posted in just a minute!) Intro:

Nobody was at fault.

The Devildom is filled with horrors. Dangers lurk within every shadow, eyeing you as easy prey and waiting for the right time to strike. It was honestly a miracle you hadn't been attacked sooner.

Despite that, everybody naturally blamed themselves. You shouldn't have been alone, they should have been by your side, why did they let you out of their sight? They had been naive.

You were locked up for a month in the Demon Lord's Castle, not that you remember much. The first two weeks were the worst. The room was bare, with a mattress and little else. The rare decorative wallpaper had been tattered with scrapes from your nails. You hardly recall anything more than flashes of confusing memories.

Diavolo restraining you with an anguished expression. Barbatos pinning you to the ground with a firm hand. Solomon chanting as you wailed and clawed at the floor by his feet, unable to cross the magical barrier that separated you from his tantalizing flesh.

You were not a pretty sight. It was for the best that those three would remain your only visitors during your stay at the castle. They wanted to look for a cure, but by the time they found you it had been too late. They knew this. They tried anyway.

Vampire metamorphosis is not a pleasant experience. By the third week you began to mellow out and regain conscious thought, but you were moody and irritable and oh so hungry. Your gums hurt. Everything felt hazy.

By week four you managed to stop yourself from gnawing on the mattress and it was decided that you were stable enough to return to the House of Lamentation.

Finally. You craved familiarity - your bedroom, your possessions, your best friends. But everything felt new, and you were a changed person. No longer the human exchange student.

Changes needed to be made, and it took a couple more days before you were permitted to leave the castle. With few words, you finally went back to your Devildom home.

Lucifer's Part here (The rest are currently still WIPS and will be updated here when finished.)

#obey me #obey me! #obey me scenarios #omswd #obey me shall we date #obey me x mc #obey me swd #obey me vampire au #vampire au #ask request #obey me x reader #obey me x you #obey me fanfic #obey me fanfiction #obey me angst

[ophelian-darling]

Prompta 94 + 38 with noriyaki kakyoin. He's ready captured you and confessed his love to you and you're still trying to get used to your new home.

"I'm the only one who can understand you"

"You're adorable when you're asleep"

TW: Isolation, Obsession, Implied Stalking and kidnapping, delusional thoughts.

Word Count : 1.3k words.

enjoy ♡

"Smile for me!" 

It's been weeks- at least in your perception. There are certain thoughts of obscurity that gnaw your brain, the effect of Noriaki present even in the scatters of your mind's rambles: Time has no existence except that of the imagination, the more our thinking daubs with life colors, the more we get old. The clouds behind the window marched in a Foggy lane; so dreadful with a beauty of its own.

"Everything is beautiful! our eyes just can't see the bewitching charm of it. it's the human eye that is ugly" 

Noriaki would chatter for hours about everything and nothing. Clutching a brush and standing in front of a canvas, aimlessly coloring a homely sketch in a passion of a Picasso yet in the skill of the Austrian painter, an opinion that God forbid if you shared to him no matter how he insisted you to. Better leave him to swim in a warm sea of his own illusions if it meant that you're out of any disturbing antics he would present. 

A first look at him would tell no secret about the madness veining through him; it's just an introverted classmate with an amateur hobby of painting, someone who isn't recognizable in any way or form. Anyone who sees him scribbling on a paper would think that he's just recording notes for a class, while he is lining a crimson billet-doux. They would think he was fulfilling his class cleaning duty in the evening, while he was wiping the violent evidence of his crimes. They thought he was a sweet boyfriend to walk his lover home, while he was-

"What are you thinking of, Dollface?" 

"Uh-" Instinctively changing your position as you uttered a faux-casual 'nothing', you realized that you were staring through a skylight window for too long, perhaps forgetting (or ignoring?) him as he ordered you to smile. quickly, you put your lips curves to a height that felt awkward, a smile of a rushed family photo. He hummed in response, seemingly buying it so as to complete his 'Masterpiece' (using his words).

"I'm almost done, I can't wait for you to see it" 

"I'm so excited to see it!" you lied, the family photo smile still plastered on your face. 

"This is the best thing I've ever drawn so far" He smiled, cheerfully eyeing your resting figure on the chair "I wanted to paint you in full coloring for so long, and now I'm glad I got the chance to finally do it" 

Just at your left, a wall stood still, dozens of haste sketches hanging on, some semi-completed, others either barely spilled any effort or neglected at their prime, jittery lineaments in dark pencil. You could tell that Noriaki was frustrated with them: they never matched the tableau vivant he carved in his mind's eye; yet they somehow ended up being useful enough to have the honor to be remembered and kept. 

Leisurely, the corners of the house engraved themselves in your memory corridors, so was the daily script of life here: days mimed each other, Noriaki's smiles split into thousands of colors, yet his eyes were ever the same as fake greens; none of them held any normalcy or spontaneity, just faux calmness. In the morning, you both wake up- He's the first to rise from bed, rattling you awake before having breakfast together. His tongue flows when the sun shines, he talks and speaks and laughs and chatters nineteen to the dozen, his voice very clear in your anamnesis yet his words hazy. as your teacup hangs between your thumb and index finger, you focus on the movement of his lips and nod at whatever letter he throws. As the ether discolor into cinnabar, his room is solely altered to be a temple honoring you: poems, paintings and pictures wallpapered the small room in a morbid show of attachment. When the moon is crowned in the sky with stars, The jar of cogitation breaks, and Noriaki would animate his dreams of a family and a blithe life, framing you and him in one iridescent cadre, until the heavy curtain of dreamless slumber falls on your eyes.

"I'm done!" He announced happily "Come take a look" 

You stood up, blood circulating again through the muscles of your backside and thighs. Of course, sitting for two hours in a stiff position to please the Mr.Artist was nowhere of an exertion near his. You just have to sit and look pretty, he would argue.

"It's the best ever! I'm really proud of this one. I've been thinking about making it real for so long, and it's as perfect as I imagined!" The palette in his left hand moved with each word, intonating his speech. He surely was excited- you never got a reaction so enthusiastic from him.

You kept your smile, looking at the product of two hours in front of you.

A dark line rimmed a color that seemed like your skin tone, vigor lines on what you assumed to be the head pastiched your hair, proving even more how much of blind digits he had. The eyes of your own face were closed, an expression you never felt or recognized on your features layered your replica on the canvas. it was what a crow would caw compared to what a nightingale would chant.

"So?" He waited for your approval.

Life with Noriaki taught you a massively important key skill: Lying. your lips curve up, your vocal cords silken as the lie rolls down your tongue "It's really beautiful!" you reach up to his face and kiss his cheek as a 'thank you for bothering yourself to appreciate my beauty'. He basked in your validation and demanded it almost always.

"But I'm kinda curious, why did you draw my eyes closed?" you noticed his smile shift from a saccharine one to egoistic.

"You know you're already cute right? yet not genuinely" He stared at the painting, carrying on "I think that honesty suits your face best. I know that you didn't like the painting, and I know that you never liked any of my sketches or anything I ever made for you" His lips merged into a thin line, a gray flicker flashing in his irises. coolly, he continued "You have that stupid fake kindness about you, you don't want to hurt my feelings, and I hate pressing you to tell me your honest thoughts. I feel like at this point you treat me like a fucking toddler, you encourage and say sugary things to please me… you constantly lie to me to make me happy, and as much as this is caring, it bothers me" 

Your lips sewed themselves. 

"But I found a way. I memorize everything about you every single day, I came to know you more and more. isn't this sweet, My lovely eye candy? I get to understand you better! Now I know just too well about you! Now I'm the only one who can understand you" 

Four eyes widened, two out of pure shock, others out of an unfamiliar emotion, something that sounded like a pink Mania.

"And to answer your question, I realized why I love looking at you sleeping… I couldn't put my finger on it for a year, but the more I see the more I fathom it: you're most vulnerable when you're asleep… all appealing and appetizing and too pure to commit the crime of lying so glibly and beautifully… slumber has just a nice touch on your face, You're truly adorable when you're asleep" 

Thinking has no time to course within your brain. The head of his brush was smudged back in a crimson mix of colors, taking a clot of red and sullying the white canvas, just above the head of your painting. 

"Let's see how honest I can make you"

All red, a human Masterpiece of his.

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[fortune-fool02]

Taken a Chance

Jack Krauser x female, military reader

Requested by: @zer0pm

I think you entertained this idea before… we know Krauser was like a father to his squadron. Imagine he was absolutely smitten with one of his soldiers (can be reader/oc- your call) and one day, he bites the bullet and decides to let his feelings be known.

He takes them to the side, talks them up, and right when it seems like they’re on the same page and things are looking up for our super soldier- bam! They get the call to order for a certain “operation”. And they have to put their conversation on hold.

Sorry, I may have put in too much but if this seems like something you’d love to tackle, I’d love to read it. Love seeing your stuff~

Warning: Spoilers for Operation Javier and RE 4 remake. Fluff. Light angst at the end.

Word count: 1,488

I LOVE THIS!! Thank you so much for requesting this!

Please enjoy!

Krauser made no attempt to hide the smile that lifted his lips a little as he watched [Name] step out from the army-van, along with her comrades, most of them smiling and cheering at their completed mission. Amidst the mass of movement, camo-wearing beings, he could always isolate her out of them. Every single time.

He greeted and welcomed back every single one of his men as they passed him, proud to see them back. But his eyes lingered when [Name] approached him, a smile on her lips as she looked up at him.

"Major Krauser." Her smile cut through him and his own smile grew warmer as he nodded his head back at her,

"[Surname]." His eyes took note of the splotch of purple and blue on her cheek, his brow furrowing very lightly. The sight of it making his chest twinge at the idea of her being hurt in someway. But she was tough, he knew that better than anyone. He trained her, after all. The two stood there for a moment, an air of uncertainty simmered, words both wishing to say but unable to do so.

"Um... I'm gonna... get washed up and... yeah." [Name] forced out with a polite nod of her head before walking off. Krauser watched her leave before silently cursing himself. He had this whole little thing planned in his mind about talking to her, trying to find an excuse to be alone with her. And yet, when the opportunity presented itself, the words refused to come out. Krauser never had any issue barking orders at the rookies, in fact, he often enjoyed it.

But with her? He couldn't even form a proper conversation, stumbling almost like he was back in high-school boy. [Name]'s presence, her existence, it touched something deep inside him that he had buried down, long-forgotten corner of himself, and now, he longed for it. He longed for her to be his.

He watched as she rushed off, catching up with her fellow comrades that were gathering together before she disappeared entirely from sight, twinges of disappointment gnawed away at him once she was gone. He gathered himself and went to continue about his duties, trying to get the thought of her out of his head.

There were bits of paperwork he needed to organise and whatnot. Planning out further training routes. They were going to be taking a trip through the jungle soon, to see how prepared they were for a serious mission. Sharing tents wouldn't be fun, but they would all have to suck it up and accept it.

Maybe he could share a tent with [Name]? Purposely arrange it so she had to share a tent? A heavy sigh left his lips as he ran his hand through his slicked back hair. "Fuck it." With that, he set the pen down on his desk and stood up.

The mess hall was quieter at this time of the afternoon, as everyone had finished eating and gone to take a small break for the evening. A handful of people remained, scattered about either in small groups or their own little world.

Among a small group, he could spot her [Hair colour] easily from across the room, like a black dot on a sheet of white wallpaper. His chest warmed, and he had to fight the smile that tried to form. He had to remain professional among the other rookies. He walked over, taking steady strides as he closed the space between them.

"[Surname], my office, five minutes." His stern voice made the younger woman blink, confusion on her face but she smiled regardless.

"Ooooo! You're in trouble, girl!" One of the soldiers teased as Krauser walked off, the rest of them chuckled a little.

[Name] joined in the chuckle, though she couldn't help but wonder what Krauser wanted. She hadn't done anything to earn her Major's anger, right? From what she gathered, he was quite happy with her progress. Maybe it had something to do with the recent mission?

Questions spiralled in her mind as she watched Major Krauser walk off, her eyes trailing along his build before he vanished. He did have a nice behind. She waited a few minutes before approaching Major Krauser's office. A light anxiousness chewed away at her for a moment before she knocked on the door, entering once hearing him from inside.

Krauser stood with his back to her, taking a breath then turned around to face her. His expression unreadable but held a faint softness around the edges, a softness that he only held to her and her alone. [Name] stood straight, her form professional as she addressed her Major. He nodded his head, a silent manner of telling her to stop.

"You wished to speak to me, Major?" That anxiety from before came flooding back into her mind, swimming around noisily, spilling questions upon questions, doubts drenched in deeper doubts.

"I did, [Name]." His use of her first name both sparked joy and panic. His posture attempted to relax but something kept it firm and stiff despite his best efforts. "As you're aware, your progress here has been incredible. I dare say you're one of the best damn soldiers I've ever seen." A light bubbling sensation filled her chest at his praise, her eyes lighting up in that manner that made him smile, knowing that he caused that spark in her eyes.

"Thank you, Major Krauser. I have only you to thank for that, given your teachings." Now it was his turn for his eyes to lit up. Krauser was always strict with his teachings and his training.

"Coming from you, that means something else." He smiled, his eyes locked on her, taking in every little detail of her form, her face. All of it. "I won't lie, and I'll get right to the point." He took a deep breath and straightened himself, "I can't stop thinking about you."

There were so many things he wanted to say, wanted to spill out to her, but he needed to keep himself composed and organised. He won't crumble because of some emotions. "For some time now, you've been on my mind. You're remarkable. A damn fine woman who won't take shit from nobody. I respect that. And you." She looked up at him, those beautiful [Eye colour] eyes gazing into his soul.

It was hard for him not to smile at her. "I'm not the best with words, and I care about you. Deeply." All these thoughts, this moment, he had played it over and over in his mind countless times. Picturing how he would tell her, how he would confess to her. Even now, it felt difficult but he pushed through it. He would never back down against anything.

[Name]'s expression was soft, gentle and warm, a ray of sunlight in his life, as she always had been. Slowly, she took a step closer and carefully reached her hand out to his. He allowed it. His heart hammering in his chest as her hand gently slid into his hand. Their size difference was always humorous to him. Her hand fitting into his perfectly like a lock and key.

"Major Krauser." She smiled at him, "Jack." His heart hammered louder at this and he tried hard to control his breathing. "I lov-"

Before she could finish her sentence, the door opened up and she quickly yanked her hand away from him, stepping back and looked over. It took great self-control for him not to reach out after her hand, chasing that gentle warmth.

"Forgive me, Major Krauser." A solider spoke, saluting as he stood there, "There has been an update, Operation Javier has been pushed forward. The unit is to leave today." Twinges of disappointment flicked at this as [Name] nodded her head as the solider left, turning to Krauser.

"We'll continue this after the mission, okay?" She smiled at him, ready to leave before stopping. She turned back around and walked up to him, leaning up on her tiptoes, and letting her lips press a soft kiss on his left cheek. With that, [Name] dashed off to meet up with the unit to get ready.

Krauser could still remember that day as vivid as ever. He stood by the edge of the cavern, his eyes holding a distant fog to them. In his hand, he held a dog-tag between his fingers.

'Lieutenant [First Initial] . [Surname] U.S Army - Special Operative'

The scar on his left cheek twitched at the memory of her lips on his skin. His eyes shifting up towards the night sky, the stars more dimmer than ever. "We never continued our talk after the mission, [Name]." He thought aloud, looking up as if she could hear him. But Krauser knew better. He had know better for two whole years.

And yet, he longed for a response. A sign. Something. But he never got one.

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[trexrambling]

For the Injury Promts 4 Trying to hide your injury from them, but failing miserably once you faint right in front of them and 12 "I promise I'm fine... I just need some rest that's all", please?💗

how did I miss this ask???? anyways... here ya go ;)

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"Y/N, when's the last time you ate? Or slept, for that matter?"

I blink slowly a few times, processing the question while searching memory files for the answer. The Impala hits another pothole, almost like it's been seeking them out on the backroad we've been winding our way down for the past hour. Sharp pain shoots through my skull as I'm jostled in the back seat, fading to a steady dull ache again as the pavement smooths back out.

"Hello? You good back there?"

I meet Dean's eyes in the rearview mirror, thankful that the setting sun is casting shadows to help hide the grimace on my face. "Yeah, yes. Um...maybe at that diner? The one with the pancakes?"

"That was yesterday," Sam chimes in. "We should probably stop somewhere soon, get some food and find a motel to crash in. It's too far to drive all the way back tonight."

Dean scoffs. "Maybe if you were driving."

"Dean, seriously? We all need some rest. That hunt wasn't exactly a walk in the park."

Their voices fade into the background as I close my eyes and lean my pounding head back. I'd been knocked in the cranium before, more times than I care to recall, but had it ever left my head feeling like a loosely wrapped burrito full of pudding?

Well...yes, actually. But Tylenol usually would take the edge off. I've already popped five pills, and they may as well have been placebos with how affective the results are.

The intense ringing in my ears is almost like white noise, and despite the discomfort I must have passed out for a bit because the next thing I know there's a cold blast of air and Sam is crouched beside the open door of the car looking at me with a wrinkled brow.

"Hey, you sure you're okay?"

Everything is spinning, his words muffled. I rub my eyes, try to clear the haze, but god the pain that is occupying my skull right now, it's like someone is inside trying to break their way out with an icepick.

"I promise I'm fine...I just need some rest, that's all."

The look on his face says he clearly doesn't believe me. I don't believe me. But I still slide to the end of the bench seat, swing my feet onto the ground, and hoist myself up and out with the last bit of willpower I have left in my reservoir.

"See? I told you I'm...I'm just........everything is...."

And then my knees are buckling under me, and the last thought I have before everything goes black is that the gravel lot we're parked in is going to hurt like hell when I high five it with my face.

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"Hey, Y/N. You gotta wake up. Come on, open up those pretty eyes for me, sweetheart."

"Don't call me that." My voice is sandpaper, the words scraping past my throat in a windy whisper.

My eyelids feel like lead as I pry them open, black fuzz coating everything in my line of vision. Dean and Sam slowly come into focus, sideways from my laid down position, sitting side by side in metal fold out chairs next to the bed I'm stretched out on. My hands trace the worn fabric under me as I scan the room we're in; vintage floral wallpaper, ratty curtains covering a window, a lamp from the 80's doing its best to illuminate the space.

"When did we check into a motel?"

"When you dropped like a rock in water." Dean's eyes are tight as he leans forward, gently pushing some loose hair out of my face and tucking it behind my ear. "What happened?"

I bring a hand up and lightly tap my forehead. "Got hit by something on the hunt. I'm fine, though."

"Fine my ass," he replies. "Sam thinks you might have a concussion."

My eyes flit to Sam, take in his leaned back stance and folded arms. I can hear his foot tapping restlessly on the ground, his bottom lip occasionally disappearing into his mouth for his teeth to gnaw on.

"I'm good, Sam. Can you guys help me sit up?"

The chairs scrape against the floor as they stand, each going to one side of me and gently pulling me upright. The room spins, and I close my eyes tightly as Dean lets go to prop some pillows behind me. I slowly settle back down, take a deep breath through my nose and open my eyes again.

"We're taking you to the hospital," Sam says as he shifts his weight from foot to foot.

"Look, just...can I maybe have some water? And food, yeah food would be amazing right now. And then you guys can keep me up, make sure I stay coherent, and if things get worse then... maybe we can get me checked out."

I can tell by their faces that they don't like that plan, but nonetheless I am soon engulfed in a blanket, one brother on each side of me, with an extra large bottle of water and french fries. Dean's arm is firmly wrapped around my frame, my head nestled on his shoulder, and Sam has finally relaxed enough to settle his head in my lap while I slowly run my fingers through his hair. The TV is playing, but it's just background noise as I hone in on their steady breathing.

"How are you feeling?" Dean asks quietly.

I smile. "The food and water helped."

He leans away a bit to see me better and tilts my head up with his hand, turning my temple towards him. "That's one nasty lump. I don't know how I missed it earlier."

"I guess blood is a better attention grabber."

He snorts. "I think fainting takes the win on that one."

"Eh, I was just being dramatic."

He chuckles, and I settle back against his side. Sam sighs as I slowly scratch my fingers against his scalp, his breathing growing deep and even as he drifts toward sleep. I feel the smile on my face, the pain in my head just a dullness in comparison to the warmth of this moment.

"Thanks for taking care of me, guys."

__________

#requests #spn comfort fic #spn drabble #spn fanfic

[briandraws]

Here's a short fic on the current story arc going on on my YouTube, so before reading this, I suggest you guys check out the last few shorts I've posted.

If you're coming from YouTube or just want to read the fic, then enjoy.

Hoppy trudged slowly across the dark, desolate halls, groaning in exhaustion as she stepped further. Catnap rested on her back, his head low on her shoulder, his tail dragging on the tiled floors. Kiki, a pink mini huggy that had untied their ropes back in the dungeon, ran ahead of them many times to lead the way back to the lobby.

Hoppy groaned loudly, stopping her trudging to kneel. "I'm so tired! Just far are we from the lobby?"

"Just keep going, Hops..." Catnap mumbled beneath his breath, panting heavily as red smoke seeped from his lips. "But we've been walking for hours! I've never even been this far down!"

Kiki yelped loudly at Hoppy, screeching at her to get her off her knees. Hoppy just groaned again, leaning forward as she got onto her feet.

"Kiki... Just how far do we have to go?"

Kiki yelped again. Catnap's tail curled in annoyance. "Remind me again why we're keeping that... Varmint around?" He hissed his words. Kiki kept screeching.

"It saved us, Catnap. It cut our ropes and let us escape." Hoppy sighed deeply as she stared at the mini huggy in front of her, screeching incessantly. It's poor arm had a scratch on it, disallowing the creature to walk on it. Blood from the creatures arm and Hoppy's ear, which was torn from other mini huggies eating her as a snack, had created a trail behind the group leading back to the dungeon they were trapped in before.

"But it's so loud..." Catnap complained. Hoppy, instead of arguing further with the injured feline on her back, trudged forward to cease Kiki's screeching.

~

Catnap groaned in pain as Hoppy walked across the train tracks. Kiki had led them out of the desolate ruins and back onto the train tracks, where they'd have to walk for yet another hour before arriving back the game station.

"You okay, pussycough?" Hoppy asked sarcastically as she jumped across the planks. Kiki trudged next to her.

"No, I'm not okay. And where did you get that term from?"

"You passed out after breathing that smoke shit. Therefore, pussycough."

"Fuck you." Hoppy grinned widely.

Catnap rolled his eyes in annoyance. Averting his gaze to the broken walls, he noticed a motif of poppy flowers across the walls.

"Weird wallpaper to put on train tracks, why poppy flowers?"

"How the fuck should I know."

"It was a rhetorical question."

"Then specify that, shithead." Hoppy jumped onto another wooden board, and a creak sounded from beneath it. "The fuck?" Kiki then began to pull at something from beneath it. "Kiki, what you-"

Kiki tugged hard, and pulled out an orange star necklace from beneath the board. Hoppy froze in fear and dread. Catnap stared at the charm.

"... It's... His charm." Hoppy stuttered solemnly. Catnap gripped her fur tighter. Kiki began to gnaw at the charm, but seeing light tears form in its saviors eyes made it stop chewing.

"Did... Kiko put that there?" Catnap muttered quietly. His tail swished anxiously as he waited for an answer.

"... I don't know." Hoppy's knees wobbled as she wiped away her tears. Kiki hobbled up to her legs and set the charm onto her feet, staring solemnly at Hoppy.

"We have to keep going, Hops. I'm sorry..." Catnap urged her to move forward, despite his own eyes boasting tears as well. He nudged her shoulders to get her to move, holding back his sobbing. Kiki rubbed against her legs, urging her to keep going.

After a moment of silence paired with heavy breaths and hiccups, Hoppy continued forward, ready to keep moving despite her sadness.

Kickins charm was left behind on the tracks.

#poppy playtime #poppy playtime chapter 3 #runaway au #ppt fic

[corvuscorona]

here is some elaboration on my annoying contrarian tendencies for you ok. and why they make Linux Bitch a viable type of guy to be for me personally.

my overpowered computer that I built has been up and running beautifully for like a month now. but what I have not mentioned yet is that the entire. ENTIRE time. it has been doing this thing where. when I turn it on. when I log in. lightdm (thing that makes the login screen) fucks up and forgets to take the login screen wallpaper down so I can see my desktop (any of it). and I have to reboot it once or twice and try logging in again. to make my desktop (the entire desktop) show up.

BUT.

because mx linux's like. intro materials (various). taught me very early on that hitting F4 brings up a terminal window. and because it was easy to correctly guess that "sudo reboot" would be the thing I needed to type to reboot without physically turning the computer off like an insane person. instead of feeling gamer rage I'm just like. "oh! ok.".. and I just. I just do that. like i can't SEE the window but I know it's there and it works correctly so. whatever. you know.

like I haven't had time to get to the bottom of why it's doing this. there was one forum post that seemed promising? but I'm like. I'm doing hot girl shit. I can't be dealing with MISSING DRIVERS... 2!! right now I don't have 3 days to spare. so the ability to like. directly pinpoint "problem: this. impact: low. potential solutions: maybe later. short-term solution: hit f4 and type blind once or twice" makes me feel like a wizard.

I actually should like. look up the terminal command for just logging out probably? I'm gonna do that. but my point is that if I were having a problem of similar impact on windows I would be gnawing someone's leg off by now. but because it's a problem I essentially chose to have by choosing to switch to Linux I'm just like. "oh cool! new problem!". I don't know man. I'm having a lot of fun

[skaga]

Hi I already forgot what I'm doing here and yes I have a dog her name is Beatrice, she is a hooligan, she gnaws wallpaper, she gnaws clothes and much more Once she Ate a sock :| and then she BLOWED everyone until😊

[futility-in-practice]

It's not like I don't know what's wrong, love. I know the sky is shining and the sun is blue, I know the wind is whistling gently through still leaves. I don't know how to make it better, is all.

It sounds alright when I talk this way- when I say negative things without negative words. I'm trying to keep the panic from spreading, dear, that awful disease that grips the mind and tenses the limbs. But if you prefer the other way, darling, than the other way I shall speak.

One thing you can listen to.

There is a rat in our walls. I can hear it faintly underneath the buzzing flies, scratching and gnawing and trying to get out.

It can't.

The vinegar I've soaked into the wallpaper keeps it trapped. Everytime it reaches that paper-thin layer between us and it, the smell and taste of my homemade concoction sends it scurrying away.

We are safe, love.

[eggcessive]

good evening everybody does anyone wanna send me their worst most heartbreaking spn takes? i need a good cathartic cry. do your worst

#hi good evening how's everybody doing. i'm feeling unstable and like getting knocked around psychologically #please inflict damage i'm home alone and i need a reason to gnaw off all the wallpaper with my teeth

[hopeamarsu]

Hello m'lady! I'm so excited to see you're accepting prompts! If this strikes your fancy, may I request : “What happened to us?” and “I can be your reason why.” for our Frankie??? ANGST HOTEL HERE WE COME...MAYBE?!? Thank you for your time 💚🌿💚

My darling lady, I'm so happy to get your request! 💚

One huge dose of angsty Frankie coming right up. Oh, this one has a happy ending too. I hope you enjoy this, I'm sending a lot of hugs your way.

I can be your reason why

Frankie Morales x gn!reader

Word count 1,4k

Warnings: Hospitals, accident, mention of drunk driver, mention of death (Frankie was in the army), angst, sad sad sad, pining, hopeful ending

The room is so white, right down to the bedsheet that covers your lower half.

The white machines hooked on your body, keeping a check on vitals and making sure you are fine, look like something out of a sci-fi film for Frankie. He hates that he has to see them in multitudes as well as the monitors above your bed drawing lines as you breathe and your heart pumps blood and medicine all over your body, healing you.

To say he’d been surprised to get the call from the hospital at 4 in the morning was an understatement when he’d been shocked to the core. Ever since you had had a big fight with him all those months ago, something that was still unsettled and gnawed at his guts, Frankie had been certain he’d been crossed off the list for good and he had only himself to blame.

He had tried to scrub the yelling, the insults, and the low blows out of his mind, but every time he’d glance at his phone and see his wallpaper of you and his daughter smiling together and it would all come back.

“Fuck you, Frankie! I can’t believe you out of all the people would say this! You were supposed to be my friend!”

“Cariño, please…”

“NO! No Frankie, just no. You’ve gone too far this time.”

“Please, please let me explain. Please.”

“Absolutely not. I heard you loud and clear the first time Francisco and, God, what happened to us? Where did we go wrong? I thought you’d… I thought you understood… I thought...”

He can still hear the sniffles, feel the pain in his stomach as he watches you slam the door on his face on the film reel in his mind, and the desperation that creeps up his spine as his texts and calls go unanswered for weeks. He remembers asking the guys to call you and the mountain of ice spreading through his veins when Will told him that you had blocked his number and didn’t want him to contact you.

Frankie contemplated going to your house after that, but what good would it do? He was broken, beaten and lying breathless on the ground. Nothing would help him rise from there. Definitely not you. He is still all those things and more because he doesn’t have you beside him to weather out the stormy seas.

Getting cut off from you hurt him on levels he had trouble comprehending. Frankie had gotten used to you being around, comfortable in the knowledge that you had always been there as his friend and would always be there and that was his grave mistake.

All those moments in the playground swing back in teenage years when he escaped the yelling and shouting in his house, turbulent times in college where he began experimenting with his sexuality and life all the way to his high-risk career in the Army, the coke rap and losing his lady to another man. You had always been there for him.

You had been his rock and his most ardent supporter, Santi hot on your heels but never reaching the level of trust and intimacy you shared with Frankie. All the times he fucked up, needed a shoulder to cry on or a couch to sleep off his desire to go out and find one of his bad habits for a visit, you opened your door to help him. And what had he done for you? Fuck all but trouble and heartbreak and pain in measures he can never pay back.

He hangs his head, his ballcap twisted between his fists as he wrings the fabric to give himself something to do. He would do anything, everything to take back the last 3 and half months and just hold you tight and tell you that he believes in you and will stand by you in all the ways you want him.

But you are sleeping, eyes closed, hooked up to all the machines that monitor your body and Frankie cannot do that. He’s not sure if he’s even allowed to touch you, because just being in the same room as you without your permission feels like an invasion of sorts.

“Cariño, if you can hear me, I am so sorry. I’m so sorry for all the words, all the insults thrown in your face and all the pain I’ve caused you. I wish… I wish I could take it all back.”

He whispers, placing his hand next to you where it lays on top of the bedsheet. The difference between them shocks him still, your elegant fingers next to his calloused and battered ones. The way your skin is unmarred by scars where he has all these silver lines criss-crossing his knuckles.

Taking care to avoid the IV line, he gently moves your hand into his and sighs at the first connection in months. The softness of your hand against his roughness is still something out of a dream; how something so beautiful and lovely and gorgeous could ever want something so dark, drenched in the blood of people he’s killed and lost count of is a mystery Frankie never hopes to have to solve.

Like a thief in the night, he steals yet one more moment with you as he squeezes your hand gently. And like a greedy one too, he rises from the creaky plastic hospital chair and kisses your forehead, pushing his luck a little further. Frankie begins talking, his deep timbre bouncing off the walls as he tells you stories you’ve heard a thousand times already but which bring him comfort.

His thumb strokes your knuckles softly, a soothing gesture more for him than you, while he continues telling you things. Time ticks by and Frankie’s voice grows tired and gravely, but he refuses to stop. He talks about Will, Benny and Santi, the ways all of them get together weekly and he talks about Olivia, his pride and joy, and how she grows and how she misses you. How he misses his friend.

The tone tinges with sadness as Frankie starts to talk about your accident and what has happened in the past couple of days. “They caught him, the drunk bastard that ran the red light. He’s in custody and the traffic cameras have him on tape. You are not going to have to see him, he’ll be locked up for a good time. You just need to get better, cariño, so you can kick my ass in softball again and tell me Oreos taste superior when dunked in cold milk.”

He takes a deep breath, blinking away to keep his raw emotions hidden. Had you not changed your medical info and your contact in case of emergency details, he wouldn’t even be here with you, known about your accident, and the mere idea breaks him, wounds him deep. He hides his tears in his sleeve as he tries to gather himself up again. Frankie needs to be strong now, you have a long recovery ahead of you and he will do his best to help you.

“Te amo, mi corazón y mi alma. Por favor, vuelve a mi. I want to kiss you and tell you I belong to you, that I love you more than as a friend. You hold my heart already and I will gladly give it to you if you come back to me. Smile for me again. I can be your reason why, I’ll do anything to see your soft lips grinning at me, with me...” It becomes too much and Frankie folds in half, draping his upper body on the bed as he cries uncontrollably.

He doesn’t know how long he weeps, the seconds and minutes all blurring together as the sleeves of his shirt go from damp to soaked but he doesn’t care. Frankie loves you and he almost lost you for good and he cannot hold it in anymore. He loves you and he needs to tell you.

He’s so deep inside his mind that he doesn’t recognize the weight on top of his head first. But when fingers card through his locks repeatedly and the motion registers, he’s shocked into reality. Frankie lifts his head carefully, eyes blurry and almost afraid of what he will see.

Your eyes are droopy but the small upturn of the corners of your lips as you regard him softly forces another sob from his chest and it takes all of his willpower not to kiss you right then and there. Your hand doesn’t stop moving as you look at each other in silence, fingers in his curls and Frankie is finally back home, breathing freely.

His lips move, though no sound comes out, telling you te amo over and over again.

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#m takes requests #my writing #frankie morales #frankie morales x reader #francisco morales #catfish morales #frankie catfish morales #francisco catfish morales #frankie morales fanfiction #cw: hospital #cw: drunk driver #cw: accident #angst #sadness #cw: mention of death #tw: hospital #pedro pascal #pedro pascal character fanfiction

[alexseanchai]

@snowflakechallenge 14 is a scavenger hunt:

Look around your current space, whether digital or brick-n-mortar. Post a pic or description of:

1. a fannish item

2. something round

3. something that is your favorite color

4. the last game you played (video, phone, table top, etc.)

5. a book you are currently reading

6. album art of the first song that comes up on shuffle

7. the last movie you watched

8. TV show you're currently watching

9. the homescreen, lockscreen, or desktop wallpaper from your device

image 1: a fannish item (Tikki plush), something round (divine luna face soap by The Vagabond Tabby), something my favorite color (blue pillows), a book I am currently reading (Designing Clothes: Culture and Organization of the Fashion Industry by Veronica Manlow), TV show I'm currently watching (Plagg plush for Miraculous Ladybug)

image 2: album art of the first song that came up on shuffle, except this one is lies because Amazon Music is under the impression that the correct cover art for "J'ai rêvé" by La Patère Rose is the YouTube thumbnail for "Carry On" from Sailor Moon Classic, as covered by Cristina Vee; no I don't know what happened here (but it also happened to the second song that came up on shuffle, the Miraculous Ladybug theme song that didn't actually get into the show)

image 3: album art of the third song that came up on shuffle, "Little Skylark (safe at home)" by S. J. Tucker

image 4: phone home screen; wallpaper is a mist-shrouded path through the woods

image 5: from the last movie I watched, a gif of Luisa Madrigal from Encanto, hip-checking a boulder off the path

image 6: Thea-kitty on my lap (between me and my laptop), gnawing ever so gently on my hand, thus playing the game of "can Alex tolerate touch right now or no"

(I was going to represent the hunger-or-nausea game with emoji, but Thea had better plans)

#snowflakechallenge2022 #miraculous ladybug #disney encanto #thea kitty #I know that's not what 4 is asking #but I cannot remember

[adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy]

you’re someone i just want around: III (teaser)

“You can have me tonight or never

I thought you understood

Baby, some people are meant to be loved and others just naked

So take what I'm willing to give, love it or hate it.”

—Wrong, Zayn and Kehlani

His fingers poise over the keyboard, mind flicking through the different scenarios he could steer this conversation towards. He has to be perceptive and respectful, but also keep her entertained. He figures asking about her intentions is the best route to take, but he’ll do it subtly. Being too direct could come off pushy. 

So...what gives me the honor of basking in your presence tonight, hm?

He adds a thinking face emoji to the end of the text as an afterthought. He rarely uses emoticons, but now is as good a time as any to start, especially because he has to seem like someone who belongs to her generation, rather than a Victorian era immortal.

Well, you said if I wanted more interior design advice to shoot you a text so...here I am, seeking your expertise.

Harry allows himself to break into a wide simper at the shrouded compliment. It goes right to his ego, just as he likes it. She’s smart. 

My expertise, huh? I take it that my taste in wallpaper left you pretty satisfied last time, then?

A similar grin buckles Y/N’s face at his playful smugness and she bites into the side of her index finger to try and suppress it. After a moment of thought, she releases her digit from between her teeth and taps back. 

Very satisfied, yeah. Your help was greatly appreciated.

Harry scoffs coyly, leaning his shoulder against the lightly fogged black marble wall of his bathroom, his friends and plans for the night all but forgotten. He’s having too much fun flirting to pay anything else much mind. 

My pleasure, love. I’d be more than happy to give it again, anytime you need it. Just make sure to fill out the customer service survey my boss emailed you. I’m shooting for a raise and could really use the brownie points. 

“Cute.” Y/N murmurs to herself in amusement, her chest fluttering as a result of the pet name, alongside how well they’re getting on. It’s almost like no time has passed at all. Almost as if they’re friends. 

She’d been nervous to reach out, fearing that he’d see it and ignore her. Or worse, leave her on read. Needless to say, this is going way better than she could’ve hoped

Already filled that out. Gave you five stars and everything. Would’ve given you six if it was allowed. 

Harry shifts his weight against the surface he’s using for support, chuckling softly and gnawing along the inside of his cheek. He feels like a teenager with all of this borderline childish back-and-forth. He’s not mad about it, though. It’s pretty enjoyable. 

Thank you so much for your input! It’s taken into deep consideration. VERY deep consideration, if I recall correctly.  

Warmth pours into Y/N’s cheeks at his innuendo and she somewhat hates that he can get her all flustered without actually being present. He’s really good at this. A true lucky strike, to put it in his own words.

I’m glad my standards are held so highly, especially since I’m trying to book another advising appointment with you. 

Is that so?

Very much so. How about tonight, if you’re free? I’ve got a dire situation with some wood paneling that I just can’t handle alone.

The vampire’s irises flare crimson red in triumph. It looks like he won't have to put himself through another mortifying ordeal tonight, after all. 

I’m on a tight schedule, Y/N. These expertise are highly sought after, yanno?

Y/N snorts at his pompous joke. “Moron.”

Another text comes in from Harry before she can even think of a response.

However, I think I might be able to squeeze you in for a help session today. Say in about 10 to 15 minutes? 

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catch up here

#sneak peek #heHEEEEEEEEEEEEE #he's a moron Your Honor