#rest in peace sal

[cherubfae]

jealous slashers~!✧

With Michael, Brahms, Jason, Billy Loomis, Stu Macher, Vincent Sinclair, Bo Sinclair, Lester Sinclair, Thomas Sawyer, Sal Fisher, & Patrick Bateman

tags: gn!reader, jealousy, creepy men, unwanted attention/touching, uggestive and mature themes, gore/blood, violence, canon typical behavior, billy x reader x stu poly, rob zombie!mikey, I know Sal isn't exactly a slasher but he's my baby and needs to be included

Alexa, play Love to Die by the Slashstreet Boys

Michael

Rest in Peace to the poor, stupid man who thought it'd be a good idea to mess with the Shape's partner, and Michael had witnessed it all. How this man shoves you into an empty alleyway, the clatter of your groceries falling. The guy doesn't get much more than a few bruises and claw marks when Michael's knife slices through the back of the man's throat, protruding from the other end in a splash of blood. The Shape watches you wipe your bloody face off, not doing much but picking up three of your four fallen bags and tugging you into his side.

Brahms

Absolutely not. Brahms is fuckin' seething from his safe space sheltered behind the walls. Heavy breathing muffled by the porcelain mask, he watches with wild eyes as some idiot decides to break into the mansion whilst you were sleeping, and proceeds to hold you at knifepoint, effectively pinning you to the bed in what little nightclothes you wore. The unwanted guest and you are certainly going to know when Brahms is upset. There's banging on the walls coming from every direction that leaves the would-be burglar panicked and you slightly more comfortable.

"You're not allowed to be here," comes the eerily childlike voice Brahms has perfected. He crawls his way out from behind the large antique mirror. "I'll make sure you never come near them again." With a sudden slam, Brahms downs the intruder with a lead pipe repeatedly bashing the object until all that remains was brain matter and gooey blood. He drops the pipe with a huff and collects you into his arms, the cool porcelain biting onto the heat of your chest.

Jason

As the protector of the surrounding forest, Jason is always watching. He's omnipotent, he sees all. He seems to know where people are at all times and he can sense when you're in distress. Your shared cabin door left ajar sends his blood boiling and his heavy footfall increasing as he approaches your home. Barging in, Jason's pale eyes lock onto you and your assailant holding you by the throat. His thunderous steps are quick, slicing through the man with his machete and proceeds to lift him up while still pierced with the blade. The man gurgles, arms weakly reaching behind him in attempts to claw at Jason. All attempts were futile. He tossed the body to the side before he gently frets over you, his large hands soothing the fingerprints tarnishing your throat.

Billy & Stu

Rather snake-like the two will wrap themselves around you (they adore your personal space) and stare down whoever else demands your attention. Billy's arm hooks around your waist and Stu wraps himself around your shoulder, tilting your chin up with a single finger. "Is this guy bothering you, baby?" Looking like a shark that's tasted blood in the water, Billy's eyes grow more wild. He's already making a mental note of who and where this guy lives. The guy raised his hands in defense backing down the more the two stared at him, walking off completely.

"We're gonna take care of him, doll," Billy promises, kissing your cheek. Stu cackles lightly, tongue sticking out. They would strike tonight.

Vincent

There's no one Vincent trusts more to watch over you when he can't than his own two brothers. He had his hands full, turning Dalton and Wade into wax people. Nick and Carly were proving to be hard to get a hold of and there was still another tourist that needed to be taken care of.

But then Bo is telling him that the person escaped and he doesn't know where you were. His two worst fears confirmed. Vincent is soon on a wild hunt, trying to find you anywhere with Bo hot on his heels. He soon locates you, passed out with a bit of blood on your head. Your eyes slowly open as he touches your cheek, catching you as you wobble into his warm embrace. He shares a look with Bo who nods.

"I've got you, brother. Keep them here with ya. Wait til I'm back, ya hear?"

Bo

Out in public, he's all cordial and kind smiles. Especially if this is an intended victim. Some random person putting the moves on his partner is a huge no-no and one Bo doesn't take lightly. That person just warranted themselves a for sure death sentence and Bo isn't feeling too kind, so perhaps he'll drag things out, yeah? Touch what's his and you got what's comin' to ya.

"Can I see, baby? That bastard leave any marks on ya?" Bo strokes your shoulders, blue eyes drifting over your frame like water. He has every intention of marking every place that person touched, no matter if you tell Bo the guy only grabbed your arm. Once he has his mind set on something, he's gonna do it.

Lester

Unlike his older twin brothers, Lester is actually pretty chill. Especially in comparison to Bo. He doesn't think much of the people he's helping get into Ambrose knowing full well it's their final destination and Vincent and Bo will take care of things as they always have. What he doesn't like is some dude making a pass at you right in front of him. Can't he see the engagement ring on your finger? It leaves a sour taste in his mouth, watching with narrowed eyes as the small group heads towards the mechanic shop in search of a fan belt.

A familiar hand on his arm calms him down instantly. He turns to you and musters a weak smile as your hands slide around his torso from behind, leaning your cheek on his shoulder. "Y'alright?" Lester nods too quickly and unconvincingly, giving you a quick kiss. "Yeah, darl', always."

Thomas

Your partner is not unlike a bear, watching with wild eyes as one of Hoyt's new catches clasps onto you, their nails digging into your arms, and pinning you to the barbed fence. The cry of pain you let out has Tommy barreling towards you, chainsaw revving to life. A deep snarl echoes behind his mask and he wastes no time cutting down the poor soul with a single swipe of his motorized saw. Tommy turns it off and picks you up in his large arms as gently as he can. With his masked cheek leaning against yours, he carries you back towards the house. Mama Luda Mae will take a good look at you.

Sal Fisher

Honestly Sal isn't one to get jealous. He's pretty level-headed and understanding in most situations. He respects your choices and he's not gonna step on any toes or do anything drastic; Sal isn't a monster. However, if he sees some guy make a creepy pass at you and clearly overstep your boundaries, he won't hesitate to swoop in, looping his arm around your shoulders. His sharp blue eyes staring at the man from behind his prosthetic mask.

"Do we have a problem here?" His voice is cold, lacking any interest in what excuse the man finds. Sal's main focus will be on you, rubbing gentle, soothing circles into your skin. His main priority is to get you away from this sicko and would totally call in reinforcements from his brother Larry if need be.

Patrick

A jealous Patrick Bateman isn't a good scenario for anyone. Especially not with his deteriorating mental state. He trusts you explicitly, with his thoughts, ideas, and recreational hobbies that most would find distasteful. So when a colleague of his gets too big for his britches and unabashedly begins to flirt with you in his presence, Patrick finds it difficult to keep his boiling bloodlust at bay. The heat of his anger is getting to his head, the fierce emotions only swelling well it's clear how uncomfortable you look in that man's company. He must see to put an end to him quickly.

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"Are you alright, my darling? That man surely didn't know his place, did he?" Patrick places a hand at your back, guiding you out of the office party. "Let's get you home and into a nice hot bath, hmm? I'd rather not taste that swine on your lovely skin."

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[reiderwriter]

Hi!!! I really love your writing 🥺 Idk how this works so Idk if my request is alright so If it's ok for you to write it, I got this idea about Spencer turning into a player/manwhore after maeve died so he's not into y/n in the beginning but the others always joke about how she's totally in love with him and he doesn't believe until he starts to notice little things she does for him(like getting him coffee every morning, remembering everything he says) so he start to fall for her. Genre: smut with soft!Dom Spencer, dirty talk, degradation(please no daddy kink) (Sorry if it's to long, I read it's best for you if we give as much detail as possible so that's that) I'm going to identify myself with this emoji 🥺 when I read the fic or in my next requests, hope I gave you something to write with.

A/N: Thank you for the request and omg this plot has given me brain rot since you sent it in 💀 I accidentally made this a little angst-heavy for the first half but there's a very "happy ending" if you catch my drift. I hope you love it! ❤️

Summary: Spencer Reid's heart is broken. But in healing himself in the arms of countless woman, he doesn't realise he's breaking yours.

Word count: 4.6k

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, angst, oral (F receiving), fingering, P in V penetration, dirty talk, degradation of you squint a little, soft!Dom Spencer is incredibly soft.

My masterlist with all my other works is here, and my requests are open!

It had taken four whole months before someone on the team had confronted Spencer about his grief, his lack of sleep, his overall dreariness, and they were almost shocked that it wasn’t you that did it. When Rossi had walked up to him, offering a story about his Uncle Sal in an attempt to get him to open up, or at least seek help, the others were on the other side of the glass, shooting looks over at you, quietly enquiring with their eyes about why it hadn’’t been you to offer him that out.

But you had, you’d been trying. You’d been following him around, taking him food every couple days to make sure he was eating, sticking around to make sure that he wasn’t lonely. You’d even cleaned up after him on the particularly hard days, where he didn’t want to move from his bed and couldn’t bring himself to go outside if there was no work, no one else to save. But you couldn’t offer him more, because he already had all of you.

You’d first realised that you were in love with Spencer Reid a few months after you’d joined the team. You’d been bought on as a fresh set of eyes on a case that had a lot more to do with you then the rest of the team had been led to believe.

Your high school boyfriend had been the victim of a notorious highway murderer, and you yourself had been kidnapped by the unsub, put in hell for the following three days and escaped with your life only because of an earlier BAU team, including agents Hotchner and Rossi. When bodies had started turning up on the same stretch of highway, you needed to be involved or you’d never prove to yourself that you could do what they did to save you. That you’d be able to put your feelings aside and catch monsters.

You’d found the man responsible of course, and in restraining yourself from putting a bullet in his brain, you’d found yourself a place on the team, and some peace for a time. And then Spencer happened.

You really should have known. You were always fond of the nerdy type, of men who had such deep interests that they forgot to pay attention to social queues, who had too many cute habits (like purposefully mismatching socks) that you couldn’t help but find endearing. You’d grown close quickly, with the man grateful that there was finally someone to listen to him ramble and not judge him, and you grateful that he also held himself back enough, listened closely and well to remember so many details about your conversations. You knew an eidetic memory helped, but it was the care in the small actions, like buying you the beanie baby you lost as a child but still mourned, that you’d mentioned in conversation a grand total of one time, that really solidly made you realise. You were in love with him and had dug yourself a hole that you weren’t going to be able to climb out of anytime soon.

You’d almost told him once. Convinced that if you just explained your feelings, he’d suddenly feel the same or realise that he felt the same way, too. You’d opened your mouth to let the words run freely, but he beat you to it.

“I’ve met someone, and she’s totally brilliant and I think I might love her, and that must be an insane thing to say considering I’ve never even seen her face.” You’d willed the broken pieces of your heart together as you forced a smile on your face, ready to listen to the man who owned your heart smile for another, live for another, breath for another.

When Maeve had ultimately passed away, you knew that you’d never be able to say those words to him. You weren’t going to be the replacement for a dead woman, and you weren’t going to push those feelings on him when he was grieving. But you loved him and he needed you, so you stayed.

On the nights where he was so angry with the world that his words were biting, on the days where he said almost nothing so trapped inside his brain, in the hours between dusk and dawn where there was no rest for him, wiping away the tears that fell silently and just being as near to him as he needed.

You had some experience in broken hearts, anyways. You might as well put it to good use.

–X–

It had taken five whole months since Maeve’s death for the team to realise that Spencer was changing. He was still the same person intrinsically, ready to spring into a conversation about absolutely anything and everything that interested him at the drop of a hat, still debating with Penelope about which of them was smarter, still being teased in that playful way by Morgan. But there was a confidence to him now that was almost dangerous in the fact that it was uncharted territory for him.

You’d noticed it first on one of your regular coffee runs. The two of your were so serious about your coffee tasting like anything but actual coffee that you’d bonded over the need for a sweet treat, and had been going for coffee before all of your office shifts almost since you’d started. You were glad to have him finally back by your side, making stupid jokes about how many philosophers it would take to change a lightbulb, and actually smiling and laughing with you that you almost didn’t notice anything amiss.

But when the barista who took his order carefully slipped him her number - something she’d been doing for the whole six months you’d been frequenting that cafe - for once, he hadn’t thrown it away. He’d taken a lingering look at the digits inked neatly into the napkin and quietly slipped it into his pocket. You were confused to say the least, but since that night of your almost confession, there had been a boundary between you two in that sense.

It was almost as if, if you didn’t ask questions about Spencer’s love life, it was like he wasn’t out there, being in love. With Maeve it had worked fine because he’d never met her, and honestly, until you’d started trying to save her he hadn’t brought her up a lot. But now, you were too afraid to break your own heart again to check up on him, deciding to let it go for your own well-being.

The others had noticed soon enough. Comments about a pep in his step, his flirtacious manner with some of the female witnesses. He’d gained a few claps on the back from Morgan after closed off conversations that you had decided you were thankful not to have heard.

Because if you never saw or heard what Reid was doing, and apparently doing with multiple women, multiple times a week, then it couldn’t hurt you anymore than you were already hurting now.

–X–

It took seven months from Maeve’s death to realise that you were only fooling yourself this entire time.

Despite his new-found release, the therapy he’d found in the beds of women whose names he never learnt, there was one thing that you could still rely on with Reid, and that was your Friday night Star Trek watch-along.

You’d mentioned once a few weeks into your job that you’d never seen it before, and he’d had this absolutely starry-eyed look on his face in bewilderment, that when he’d half-heartedly suggested you watch it together, you’d leapt at the chance. Since there was so much of it, here you were over a year later, still keeping to that Friday night ritual. You’d watched it together in motels in the middle of nowhere, you’d watched it together over the Christmas holidays, you’d watched it together in the days directly after Maeve’s death, and tonight was supposed to be no different.

You pulled up to his apartment and knocked on the door, and when you couldn’t immediately hear him shout to “come in” from his kitchen as he was preparing the popcorn, you knew that something was wrong. His door was always unlocked, and he laughed at your habit of knocking on the door, insisting that you could just walk in anytime you needed.

Now that you needed to, your hand seemed heavier than ever. You gripped the cold metal of the handle, knowing exactly what you would find on the other side of the door, but still wanting to live in the clear denial of it. You prayed it was something else keeping him distracted.

You let yourself in and were welcomed with the sight that shattered your heart for the final time. There were clothes scattered across the floor, male and female. Shoes discarded in the heat of the moment. You didn’t want your eyes to follow, but your feet weren’t listening as they walked you to the bedroom door, thrust wide open, and you saw him there finally.

“Shit, Y/N, what are you doing here?” he scrambled to pull his clothes back on, to cover whatever woman it was underneath him that day, to make sure you didn’t see anymore of the image that would be burned into the back of your brain for the rest of your life.

You couldn’t say anything. You knew that he had been doing this, doing it to cope, doing it to move on, doing it to feel a sense of intimacy after he didn’t get that with Maeve. But here was the irrefutable proof that he’d never even looked at you with an ounce of the feeling you had for him. You held up the bag of snacks you usually bought to your Trek marathons as a response, the tears filling up your eyes rendering you mute as you finally tore yourself out of the room.

“Oh god, it’s Friday. I didn’t realise…. I’m sorry, can we do a raincheck, Y/N?” He guided you further out of the room, placing a hand to the small of your back to help move you along. Something in you snapped then and you recoiled from his touch, whipping your head up to him and just staring at him with all the defiance you could muster. He had broken your heart, you weren’t going to let him dismiss you that quickly.

“Y/N, why are you crying? What’s wrong, what happened? Tell me and I’ll do everything I can to fix it.” He finished his words, and made to wipe the tears from your face, but you slapped his hands away from you before he could make contact.

“Don’t… just don’t touch me, Spencer.” Those were the only words you could offer in explanation before you turned on your heel and ran straight out of his apartment for the last time.

–X–

It took one month from you storming out of his apartment for Spencer to realise that he hadn’t dreamt of Maeve in the same amount of time. Where his dreams had been full of her asking him to dance, they were now full of you recoiling from his touch, refusing to speak to him outside of your professional work, withdrawing into yourself and crying. The worst ones were the ones where you were crying because he tried desperately to hold you, to wipe the kisses away, but everytime he tried you moved further and further from his reach.

It had been a month of you ignoring him, and he still didn’t know what went wrong. Yes, you’d caught him in bed with a girl, but you knew he was doing that. You’d known from the start, and he’d known that you’d known, so surely it wasn't just that.

Morgan wasn’t helping him on that front either. He’d explained the awkward run-in in his apartment, desperate for some answers and received some pretty curt replies.

“Pretty boy, if you don’t realise what you did wrong, then there’s nothing I’m going to do to help you. You’re on your own until then.” He’d refused to talk about it anymore.

He’d thought a few times about talking to the girls on the team, but you’d been partnered with JJ for the last month on cases to avoid him, and there was a bond there between the two of you that he didn’t want to overstep.

It was in this confusion that Rossi found him again, taking pity on the boy wandering around like a lost puppy in the absence of your friendship.

“Kid, what is up with you again recently?”

“Y/N has been avoiding me, and I don’t know why. Derek said it was my fault because she… well she walked in on something that I’d rather she hadn’t, you know, and I don’t know why she still won’t talk to me because it’s been a month.” He rambled out, thankful that someone was finally hearing him out.

“If I’m understanding your insinuation here, I think I know what the problem is.” Rossi sat back, choosing his words carefully, so as not to startle the younger man. But he was so worked up all over you, missing your voice, your touch, your company, and just wanting you back in whatever way he could get you that he jumped at the very suggestion of answers.

“Then please, tell me, I’m begging you. I’ve been tearing my hair out trying to figure out what it is and I just miss her so much that it hurts.”

“Spencer, you know I usually don’t get involved in the personal lives of my coworkers, but just listen to me now, nice and calmly - and dont try to interrupt me or say a word. I know what I’m talking about, okay?” He gave a quick nod of his head, waiting with baited breath for Rossi to continue.

“The girl is in love with you. Head over heels, in fact, and has been for quite some time. And she was holding it together real nice until you decided to become this casanova and now she is heartbroken,” Spencer looked like he was about to interrupt, to spew out that that couldn’t possibly be the case, but Rossi silenced him with a look. “If you don’t believe me, you use that memory of yours and you do what you do best. Think about it.”

–X–

For the next three months, that was all Spencer did. He thought about every interaction you’d ever had. The blush on your cheeks when he’d introduced himself for the first time (and refused to shake your hand). The countless nights spent curled up on opposite sides of his couch, laughing and crying together at silly sci-fi shows. The way you’d thrown yourself into his arms after a particularly gruelling case, buried your head in his chest instead of anyone else's. The day you’d finally confessed your past to him, how he’d felt your heart beating as he held a finger to your pulse, hand gently holding yours waiting for you to finish describing the time you’d stared death in the face.

You’d noticed the change, but you wouldn’t let yourself acknowledge it fully. Noticed how he’d shoot you lingering glances from across the room, how he’d look like he had something to say when you announced you were leaving for the night. How he’d ask everyone together what their friday night plans were just to hear you admit that you were going home alone in the company of the rest of the team.

You’d noticed, and god had it given you a spark of hope that you wished would die quickly. You’d noticed, and so you weren’t as surprised when he turned up on your doorstep four months after you’d last talked to him, on another friday evening.

“What are you doing here?” you greeted him, the words coming out colder than you wanted them to seem, inwardly cursing yourself for letting your emotions get the better of you.

“Don’t make me leave, please, I just have something to ask and I’ll leave you alone.”

“Spencer, it’s been a long day, and I just want to go to bed so-”

“Do you still love me?” His words cut you off and your heart all but stopped. Your tongue grew heavy, and the inside of your mouth tasted acidic, knowing that you weren’t going to be able to fully stomach whatever conversation was coming.

“Excuse me?” you spluttered out eventually.

“Three months ago, Rossi said that you were in love with me, and I need to know that if that was the case, are you still in love with me now?” You expected some cold curious look to be gracing his face, but you looked up to see his eyes perfectly trained on your own, his mouth set in a line, a look of stony determination set on his face.

“If I say yes, what difference does that make?” you tried not to spit out the words, but you had no control over the venom in your heart.

“If you say yes, then I am going to kiss you, and then I am going to spend every last day I have on the planet making up for being an idiot for the last two years.” Your breath caught in your throat, and, not for the first time in front of Spencer Reid, you were stunned into silence.

“So, what is your answer?” He looked down at you again, and you started to see the cracks in his stony facade, started to see through to the man who desperately wanted you to say yes, to scream it at him.

The word hadn’t even fully formed on your tongue before he was crashing down into you, his mouth pleading for forgiveness and wrapping you up in him. He grabbed you and pulled you back into your apartment, whispering into each of your kisses.

“I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry.” The two of you stumbled into the space, but he never moved his hands from the sides of your face, cupping your cheeks gently as his lips brushed against yours again and again.

Your legs gave way beneath you by the time you’d reached the open space of your living room, but instead of catching you, he fell to his knees with you, content for the two of you to just sit there together in each other's embrace.

“You’ve loved me this entire time, and I was too stupid to realise that you’re everything I need.” He kissed your mouth, your jaw, your neck, moving his hands from your face to your waist, pulling you in deep again as you desperately pulled away in search of breath. That only toppled you further to the ground, and he came down on top of you again as well, one hand coming up to cup the back of your head so you didn’t hurt yourself.

And you kissed him back just as fervently when your breath returned, listening to every apology and forgiving him with every touch. His kisses said “I’m sorry,” and yours said “I know,” and that was all the communication you needed for now.

He pulled your shirt over your head eventually, and your skin met the cold tile of the floor, a shiver running up your spine causing you to buck your hips up into his. He hissed at the contact and pushed his bodyweight down further into yours, his legs slotting perfectly between your splayed ones now.

“It took me too long to realise, and it has taken me too long to act on the knowledge, but I am not going to let you go again, do you understand?” he pushed his lips into yours again before you could respond, and you clawed into his shoulders as he started grinding down into your body. His hand trailed up your waist to your breasts, pulling them free from the constraints of your bra, as he let his tongue slide down from your neck to your chest.

“I need to hear you say it baby, need you to say you understand, can you do that for me?” Your body burned under his attention, back arching desperately for more contact as his tongue swirled your nipple into his mouth, gasping breaths loud enough to fill the empty air of your apartment. His stiff cock was firmly pressing against your core now, barely clothed in the pajamas you’d pulled on before his arrival.

“Spencer, yes, I need you, I need you right now, please,” grabbed at either side of his face and pulled him back up so he was face to face with you. You initiated the kiss this time, and you could feel your heart soar at the tender kiss he met you with, thankful for the reciprocation.

“Not yet, baby, not yet, okay?” he whispered in your ear, trailing his hands down to your centre and slipping his hand under your clothes. “So fucking wet for me, baby. Just for me, right, baby?” His fingers found your clit, and he started rolling it between his fingers. He worked slowly enough to drive you insane, but giving you just enough relief that you couldn’t complain.

“Yes, Spencer, yes, yes it’s all for you. Only for you,” you managed to gasp out. He shifted his hand after a few minutes, still pressing love bites down your chest, claiming you as his in the most animalistic way possible. He spread the wetness that pooled at your core around, making sure that his fingers were coated in you before pushing a single digit into your aching hole, thumb continuing to draw circles around your bundle of nerves.

“That’s my little slut, so desperate for me, so needy for me.” His words shot through you, and you started thrusting your hips up desperate for more friction with his hand. He roughly pushed you back down, pinning you under him with his free hand.

“No, baby, I’m in charge here. You sit back and relax and let me make you feel good,okay?” His words soothed you, the growing heat in the pit of your stomach fizzing in anticipation. His kisses dropped lower and lower, until he was finally pulling off your remaining clothing and replacing his thumb with his lips.

“Fuck Spencer, if you keep doing that, I’m going to-” another sharp intake as he pumped a second finger in and out of you.

“Going to what, baby? Use your words?”

“I’m going to cum, Spencer please, I’m going to cum, I’m going to cum.,,” you rode out your high with his face stuffed between your legs still, swallowing your loud moans for fear of the entire neighbourhood knowing just how obsessed you were with this man.

“You did so good for me, baby, so good. I love you so much, okay? I’m going to take care of you from now on, okay?” He began pressing kisses to your mouth again, and you could taste yourself against him now.

“I need you so badly, baby, are you going to let me have you?” He started pulling off his own clothing now, removing his shirt and tie, but never once leaving your embrace for too long.

“I love you so much, baby. I’m sorry for not realising before, but I realise now. I was so terrible to you after Maeve, and god, even before she died I was using you as a therapist to talk through my thoughts and fears, but I was too dense to even realise that I was only in love with Maeve because she was safe. I couldn’t meet her, couldn’t touch her, didn’t have the chance to ruin anything I had with her. I couldn't realise that she wasn’t you, that she wasn’t going to feel like you do in my arms. And maybe some part of me loved her, but we were using each other, and I was using her to avoid confronting how I felt about you.”

“And how I feel for you is different. I am obsessed with you, Y/N. I am so madly in love with you that the last four months have felt like hell. I could have emptied myself of all the blood in my body and still my heart would be beating for you. Do you understand?”

You answered in a chaste kiss on his lips, sweet and quick, but as much as you could muster without driving yourself to the brink of insanity getting yourself high on his touch.

“Use your words, baby. Tell me what you want now, okay?” He’d unbuttoned his pants shortly after that and you stared transfixed at the head of his cock poking up and out of them, desperate to see it, touch it, taste it.

“I need you inside of me, Spence, please,” you cried out, tears welling in your eyes at the tender contact, the confession. All the emotions you’d been burying for the last four months bubbling to the surface, dancing around your head as he made you dizzy with desire.

“You’re so perfect, Y/N. I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you,” with the last of his clothing removed he was finally free, taking his heavy,aching cock in his hand and lining himself up with you. With a single thrust, and another confession of love, he gave you what you wanted so much.

“You wanted me like this, baby? So desperate to have my cock inside you?” he plagued you with questions as you adjusted to his size, watching your face for any discomfort as you mumbled out yes after yes.

“Me too, baby. I wanted you just like this, wanted you so desperate and dripping for me that I could slide right in, wanted you like this for me and only me.” He began thrusting then, slowly pumping his cock into you, heavy with each return, the sound of skin slapping against skin joining the ensemble of your moans.

“I love you,” he said again, and with each thrust of his hips, and you responded in kind, matching his thrusts with your own and pressing a kiss into the skin of his shoulders. You were so desperate and needy, so starved of touch and starved of one another that neither of you lasted long. Your bodies were so in sync that as soon as he’d pushed you over the edge for a second time, you could feel him spill himself inside you, filling you completely.

He rolled off you, but didn’t leave you there, picking you up and carrying you to the bedroom. He cleaned you up as much as possible, then folded you back into his arms, holding you again so tenderly that you let the tears flow down your cheeks for a final time.

It was Friday night, and he was here, and he loved you. You weren’t going to let him go again.

#spencer reid #criminal minds #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid smut #criminal minds fanfiction #mgg #criminal minds fandom #spencer reid x self insert #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x reader smut #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x oc #spencer reid fandom #spencer reid angst #criminal minds angst #criminal minds smut #requested #🥺 Anon

[ceofjohnlennon]

The Beatles and their fans: Some interesting facts that Lizzie Bravo, a brazilian fan who lived the beatlemania in 1967/1968, said. I translated from the interview that Lizzie gave to "Pitadas Do Sal" in 2021. May Lizzie rest in peace. ♡

Paul McCartney lived near Abbey Road so he walked around and sometimes barefoot.

The Beatles called their fans "luv" and always said hello/goodbye even if they were in the car.

When Lizzie was invited to record Across The Universe with the band, Paul McCartney asked her to sing something "in brazilian" but she was so nervous that she couldn't.

It was hard to distract John Lennon and Paul McCartney when they were together. They talked a lot in private, laughed a lot, and even finished each other's sentences. "They lived in their own bubble" Lizzie about Lennon-McCartney.

When Lizzie met John Lennon for the first time (her favorite beatle), she started crying and Mal Evans hugged her and gave her a chocolate.

George Harrison wrote Apple Scruffs for specific fans, not for all the fans who stayed in the studios.

George Harrison also wrote letters to these 3 fans in particular, thanking them for their support especially when he was starting his solo career.

Once, John Lennon was leaving Paul McCartney's house and when he said goodbye to Lizzie, who was waiting for him outside, she said "I love you" spontaneously. John smiled and waved.

Lizzie said they never seemed as mad as people sounded.

The fans did a marathon every day: They ran to Abbey Road, saw The Beatles and in the end of the afternoon they ran to Paul McCartney's house to see John Lennon go there - something he did a lot.

Sometimes they arrived together in the studio in the same car.

There were 20 or 30 fans waiting to see them everyday! It depended on which beatle would arrive before or after.

Lizzie said that The Beatles were very humble, kind and didn't even seem like the renowned band they were (and are!).

#john lennon #paul mccartney #george harrison #ringo starr #the beatles #60s #1967 #1968 #the beatles fans #my:read?? #lizzie bravo

[ad0rebrial]

Sleepless Nights

warnings - None

Character ~ Sal Fisher

Sal shuffled in bed silently, trying to find a comfortable position so that he could finally get some desperate slumber but to no avail. No matter how hard he seemed to try he just couldn’t rest in peace.

Usually, he would feel really exhausted throughout the day due to his night terrors that consistently would haunt him behind his eye but even that feeling didn’t help his case.

Sal continued to shuffle within his covers of the bed when he heard a small, tired voice from the floor. “Sal…? Are you okay..?” It was Y/n. Y/n is one of his close friends within the apartments. They met them when he first moved in and they clicked in an instant. They got closer as the days went by in til they were basically inseparable. They had plenty of sleepovers together and they hung out a lot when it was just the two of them.

Y/n slowly sat up from your bed on the floor (Sal and you had a short argument over you sleeping on the floor but you won.) and looked over at him through exhausted eyes. “Sal?” You called again.

“S-Sorry.” Sal murmured, still not lifting up from his spot on the bed to look at you. “I didn’t mean to wake you up.” He apologized. He felt so guilty… was he being selfish? He didn’t really enjoy the fact that he had woken you up due to his own problems.

“What’s the matter?” You asked him with worry in your voice. You knew about his night terrors so you thought that was the case for his shifting around. He wished that it was the case because then he would’ve gotten some sort of sleep.

“Mmm…” Sal really didn’t want to tell you that all of this was just because he couldn’t fall asleep. That just seemed so stupid. “Just go back to bed,” Sal said. “It’s not a big deal.”

“It is a big deal! You’re having nightmares!” Oh, you thought that it was nightmares? That’s expected.

“No, I’ll be fine—“

“Sal…” Your voice became a tad bit more serious. “You don’t have to hide things from me. I’m your friend I want to be able to check up on you, just like how you check up on me when I need it.” You said before standing up off of the floor. Sal felt the bed dip with your weight on the end. There was no point in hiding it now…

“…I can’t fall asleep.” Sal said quietly as he slowly turned his head over at you. He could barely see you due to his hair that had fallen over his face. But it wasn’t enough to cover the look of worry on your face.

“Oh, I see,” You spoke. “what would help?”

“I don’t know. I’ve been shifting a lot and I just can’t go to sleep. I got up and went to get some water but that didn’t help either.”

“Hm..” You thought of a solution for a moment. How could you get him to sleep? You’ve never really dealt with this issue before—well, you have struggled to sleep but you’re not really sure how you made yourself fall asleep. It’s like you just stay in one spot on your bed in til you finally drifted off into slumber but for Sal this was futile.

“You don’t have to worry about it.” Sal discouraged. “I don’t want you to have to stay up all because I can’t sleep. So, please just—“

“What if I play with your hair?”

Sal froze at your words. Play…with his hair? He didn’t have no issue with that but what if you saw his face while doing so? It made him feel uneasy but he wanted to give it a go because maybe that will help him fall asleep. “Um…I-I don’t know—“

“Sal, even if I do see your face I won’t care. It’s obvious that your face is not gonna look like mine or whatever due to what happened. So i’m not expecting it to not look disfigured. I won’t even try to look at your face because you didn’t give me permission to do so.” You reassured with a shrug.

“…really?”

“Mhm! Now come on, cause I’m sleepy just like you.”

Sal stayed quiet for a moment before giving in with your plan. He scooted over and allowed you to crawl into the bed beside him with his back turned to you. Sal moved all of his hair that was hovering over his face and to the back of him where you had access. “Okay, just close your eyes and relax. I’m a professional.” You spoke confidently. Sal stuffed back a chuckle at your words before complying with you.

Your fingers gently combed through his blue locks of hair, brushing it in soft strokes. You allowed your fingers to get slightly tangled into the strands of electric blue hair as you gently combed through his hair. Sal felt so relaxed in this moment, it felt nice, it felt good. it felt so soothingly pleasant as you continued with what you were doing. It made him feel comfortable. You weren’t necessarily ‘playing’ with his hair, you were basically just massaging his head as you gently combed through it slowly. It…made him feel sleepy as well..

“Your hair is so pretty, Sal.” You said gently with a smile on your face. You didn’t hear anything from him. “…Sal?” You softly called again. No response at all. Before you could say anything else you heard a soft snore from him. You let out a sigh of relief that your plan had worked. He was finally asleep. You slowly began to remove your fingers from his hair and let out a soft chuckle. You made sure to keep quiet as you tried to get off of his bed and head back to your own on the floor when you felt a cold hand gently wrap around your wrist.

“Please, stay here.” Sal said through a tired tone.

“Sal, we’ve been over this.” You said with a small frown. “I’ll sleep on the floor! This is your bed so-“

“Please…?”

Your face softened at his pleas as you looked down at his hand that was on your wrist. You let out a breath through your nose as you got back into bed with him. “Fine.” You complied. You closed your eyes to get yourself some sleep as well.

Sal looked at you through his half covered eye, feeling so comfortable with you. He was aware of the position he was sleeping in now. He was facing you, his face was facing you. But you said that you wouldn’t care…right? You’d never lie to him. He trusted you. He blinked a few times before finally closing his eye to get the sleep that he’s been craving—right next to you. One of the most important people in his life.

#sal fisher x you #sally face oneshots #sally face x you #sally face fluff #sal fisher x reader #sally face x reader #sal fisher #sally face imagine #sally face #sally fisher #sal fisher x y/n #fluff #sally face x gender neutral reader #sally face x y/n #sally face drabbles #sal fisher fluff

[uroboros-if]

Hi! So, I love your game, but I have a big "issue"...

I still don't know if I should go for Salvatore of Ciocana, to be fair...

I love both characters equally, and both are tropes I love in different way - with Salvatore, it would be a golden child + outcast story, while with Ciocana it would be the idea of two outcast finding solace in each other. I adore both of these!

And so I'm curious... do you have a sort of... "general mood" or "few descriptive words" you could share about each RO's path without spoiling too much? Maybe it would help me decide!

And yeah, "replays" is sadly not a possibility for me, since I'm the kind of person who in 99% of games can't play multiple routes and try various romances - I feel like betraying and cheating on the first RO I've picked and other similar feelings. So I have to make the choice count!

Anyway, thanks!

Hi Konoi and Noir!! 💕 This also happens to me 🥲 part of the joy of IFs is playing through different scenarios, but I always feel sad pursuing another character!!

Your ask has inspired me to create a kind of "Which RO is for you?" Quiz, but I'm making it in interactive novel format, as I want to customize the results and questions better!

A preview! The design is not at all final, and the screenshot only shows one part of one RO's result. Ideally, it'll cover not just personalities, but also what tropes you enjoy and generally account for what you're looking for in a particular route! You'll also see multiple results if you want to see how you fare with multiple ROs, and what I recommend most out of all of them. I hope you'll like it ❤️

(This has been really fun for me and only takes a fraction of my brainpower to write, so rest assured that I'm allocating leisure time to this project!)

But for now, I'll answer your specific request under the read more!!

The tone and dynamics of Sal and Cio's route might differ dramatically based on how you play the story, so it's hard to pin down. All routes will be incredibly angsty, but it depends on if you take the Divine route (siding with gods) and Mortal route (siding with mortals). There may also be an in between route.

I use these terms loosely as I do not want to lock in the MC to one or the other, as doubting your beliefs and changing your mind should be part of the story! Alas, who knows if I can do that!

Sal, Divine route: sand through your fingers, broken clock, desperation and longing, comfort at the end of time

Sal, Mortal route: betrayal, searing sun, melting candle, you were supposed to be with me, redemption

Cio, Divine route: shadows of a doubt, giving up, darkness of the void, peace, coiling bitterness in your stomach

Cio, Mortal route: sacrifice, leave them, ichor in your veins, broken promise, gaping chasm, fallen angel

I'm not sure if that's in any way helpful, but I hope it gives you more direction! I hope what I'm making will give you even more guidance!! Thank you so much, Konoi and Noir 💕💕💕

#uroboros-if #uroboros #asks #konoi-and-noir #quiz #ro quiz

[glow-worms-are-believers]

Time makes strangers of us all (dp x dc)

It was a mild night. They were way pasts sweater weather, what with summer fast approaching but the air was still pleasantly cool as the sun went down. Jazz liked that about the late spring months, no more allergies but the smell of summer in the air. It was a quiet night in Amity. It wasn't quite so rare as it had been a few years ago but it was still something the people here knew to be grateful for. At least most of them.

Jazz sighed as she walked through the darkening streets. The sky was turning a beautiful dark blue colour, and here and there street lamps were lighting up. She'd gone long enough to have reached the park that was nearby and she started down the road that followed its edge. Her eyes settled on the illuminated scenes of people going about their evening. With the lack of natural light, the warm glow that shined through the windows made it all the more visible. As she walked within view of a large stone house with its balcony door open, she could hear piano notes filtering through the quiet night. Jazz slowed down as she passed in front, maximizing her time within earshot of the peaceful music.

She could see someone washing the dishes in one house, and a couple sitting on the couch in another. Some windows, she didn't see anyone, but the warm light indicated a soul was awake somewhere in the house. Jazz didn't wish that warm light was hers, at least not anymore. Leaving Amity Park for college had given her something like perspective, and coming back after two years left her with complicated feelings.

Tonight, it seemed nostalgia was the most prominent one. She reached the end of the street which brought her face to face with the river. She used to catch fireflies with Danny near here and she wondered if there were still some around. With a smile, she started on the path following the riverside as the first stars started to come out.

It was truly a beautiful night. Not a cloud in the sky, Danny would've loved to go stargazing. It was almost a shame he had stayed back at their apartment near campus. He'd said he had a big assignment due and had begged off the trip. Jazz could understand. She had made the same kinds of excuses for two years to avoid coming here.

Danny would come around one day. He would realize, as she did, that the life they'd left behind wasn't waiting here in Amity Park. It wasn't waiting anywhere anymore because it no longer existed. Their old house was sold, the inventions, the portal, long dismantled. There were no more ghosts in Amity Park except the ones Jazz had come here to lay to rest. From the corner of her eyes she caught something moving. She turned her head to see one lone firefly sitting on a leaf of the willow tree that was growing on the bank. Jazz smiled as she crouched to get a better view of the small insect. As she looked at its antenna that were gently swaying in the wind, she caught herself wishing Danny had come with her after all if only to reminisce together.

Someone cleared their throat behind her and Jazz jumped a feet in the air. She turned around quickly. In front of her was a man, looking about the same age as she was. He was about the same size as her as well, maybe a bit shorter, though his shoulder width more than made up for it. His face showed surprise at having surprised her so badly.

"I'm sorry," he said, looking awkwardly apologetic, "I didn't mean to startle you."

"It's alright," Jazz said as she willed her heartbeat to slow down to its normal speed.

"My bike broke down," he explained as he gestured behind him towards the highway in the distance. "I was wondering if you knew the closest mechanic around?"

Jazz winced. "Sal's is definitely closed by now," she answered.

The guy sighed wearily. "I figured," he said. "Do you know someplace I could crash for the night?"

"Amity's Bed and Breakfast is close by," Jazz offered. "I can show you if you'd like?"

"That'd be great," said the guy as his shoulders slumped a little.

Jazz nodded before stepping back on the river path fully. Like that, she had a better view of the highway coming into town and the big Welcome sign that proclaimed Amity Park was "a nice place to live". With a last nostalgic thought before she let the peace of the evening disperse fully, Jazz let a small smile stretch her lips. It really was a nice place now, the golden sky after the storm.

"My name's Jazz," she started as she turned her back on the road in the distance.

"I'm Jason," the guy said as he followed after her.

Yeah, thought Jazz as they retraced back her steps from earlier that night, her days of running around chasing the undead were truly and completely over.

It was smooth sailing for her from here on out.

#dc x dp #dp x dc #tall jazz #jason todd #jazz fenton #honey you've got a big storm coming #huhuhu #what would be funnier: #Jason being here because there was something weird and he wants to investigate #OR Jason being on a roadtrip/vacation and being just as pissed as Jazz about the Shenanigans(tm)? #roxpox #roxpoxwrote

[jarofmayonassey]

The One And Only Spiderwoman

i have had the honor of creating an art piece to go along with @rhimorechill 's One And Only Spiderwoman fic for the be more chill fic bang 2023! Linked below is their fic, which will have regular updates until the story is completed!!

I animated this piece in 3d, along with illustrating all 4 comic covers, and voice acting! Under the cut is the screen reader description of the video, along with closeups of each cover!

A short, fifteen second video clip. A yellow text bubble in the style of Into The Spiderverse glitches onscreen, reading "Meanwhile, In another, another universe." Voiceover, as Christine Canigula, says "Alright, lets do this one more time. My name is Christine Canigula."

The song 'Only One Spiderman' from Into the Spiderverse fades into the background. A 3D animation of 4 comic books falling plays. The first comic depicts Sal, a Spiderman in a sleek white suit with glitching, cybernetic details and neon pink highlights. The next two fall on top of the first, reading "Jeremy Heere, the Spectacular Spiderman" and "Spiderman, Enter: Player One" respectively. The comics depict Jeremy as a spiderperson, in a distinctly vintage style, and Michael Mell as a spiderperson, relaxing in a large spiderweb, flashing a peace sign at the camera.

Voiceover continues: "And I am the one, and only Spiderwoman."

A final comic drops atop the rest. Titled "Spiderwoman", it depicts Christine as a spiderperson, in a pale green suit, a shiny white jacket, and sturdy grey boots. The background is a neon and pastel purple cityscape.

Voiceover concludes, as the music crescendos into silence. "I'm pretty sure you know the rest."

fun facts

-Michael was referenced off of a Miles Morales cover, Jeremy was referenced off of a vintage spiderman cover, and Sal (Squip) was referenced from a Spiderman 2099 cover -I modeled, rigged, UV'd and animated the comics all in one night -I tried to give each comic cover a completely distinct style from one another -Christine's head aura mirrors' squips' spider sense on his cover

#be more chill #squip #bmc #the squip #bmc musical #squip bmc #broadway squip #jeremy heere #Michael mell #christine canigula #be more chill fanfic #spiderverse #into the spiderverse #across the spiderverse #i fucking cooked ok #you better like this shit

[wa-kaizen]

your future soulmate | PAC

I am aware that this might be an overdone topic, however, it is also done so horribly bad so often. I noticed it often contains things the reader is already aware of or has nothing to do with the topic. So I just want to make a good one. Hopefully it will be enjoyed! <3 Also, this is unedited, it took me five hours without that too. This references to romantic soulmates, not platonic.

꒰ piles ꒱

→ 1 , 2 ,3

→ 4, 5, 6

sections ༉˚

- appearance

- nationality

- style

- their music style

- personality

- mental well being

- interest n hobbies

- their vibes

- their love language

✎… pile one

te amo ninō bonito <3, brown bears

cards; the emperor, queen of swords, king of swords, guinea pig, monkey, dolphin, archangel sandalphon, archangel raziel, archangel jophiel

.° 🌱 ! |  appearance ❞

[ disclaimer: appearances can change anytime, and you shouldn't judge someone based on their appearance. ]

So, right of the bat, I am sensing that this is someone with a darker skin tone. Still light though, so sunkissed, maybe? They could be mixed, so that's that. (half white half african/vietnamese maybe) They have very deep dark brown eyes, almost black. They shine very beautifully in the sun. I do feel like they have hooded eyes! No aegyo sal though! However, I feel like they might have eyebags. Definitely someone with more masculine energy, maybe their muscles are really defined? Not on the level of a body builder though. They have a pretty smile! Their teeth seem to be very white and healthy, for some of y'alls future s/o this is natural, while for some it's due to dental surgery. (Which is completely fine) They also have a pretty mole on their face which you will love. Maybe it's your favourite spot to have a mole on, or maybe you have one at the same place.

.° 🌱 ! |  nationality ❞

[ disclaimer; nationality does not equal race or ethnicity ]

possibilities are; france, guam, vietnam, gambia, grenada

.° 🌱 ! |  style ❞

This strictly refers to clothing style. I feel like they are on the more comfortable style. They prefer to wear whatever is comfortable and couldn't care less if it happens to look fashionable or not. However, I do feel like they like baggy clothing! Just gives them the space to move around more freely. For some of you I feel like they do have a style, just can't afford to have it. I sense some blue (a shirt to be specific) beige, but the rest is black and grayish black. Maybe they are also in the process of growing their hair out, or dying it to fit their style. Some are going through a style change just right now. Either way, one thing is for certain! They like to hide their body with oversized and baggy clothing. Maybe they wear masks more often than other people too.

.° 🌱 ! |  music style ❞

Do you know that song that starts out like 'counting the stars...' and it's a really chill rap? I feel like they really like or liked that song. Also I am sensing they might like Giriboy, Rihanna and someone called Ezekiel? I never heard of them, but I am also hearing 'help' so that might say something to you. They like overall chill songs, like lofi and rain noises mixed with chill rnb.

.° 🌱 ! |  their personality ❞

Actually, I am sensing they are kind of shy. Yet very charming. Someone with a strong sense of leadership, but laid back. The kinda person everyone likes, and is amazing in social situations, but kind of an introvert? If I could guess I would say INTJ, INFJ OR INTP. They are kind of quite actually, they prefer to talk only when necessary and to make jokes. They are also very smart and understand how a lot of things work. They are generally kind and peaceful, but I do sense that sometimes their intrusive thoughts make them mad. They have insane control over their behaviour though, which is very admireable. They are very sweet and gentle in general, there is nothing harmful I sense about them. They always do try to be the best version of themselves, someone very harmonic and well balanced out. Though, they may live in a kind of blissfully ignorant state which allows them to be very confident in life. That can be both a pro and con, though, they are willing to learn.

.° 🌱 ! | mental state ❞

TW Depressed. I do not think they are suicidal though. However, they have this deep sense of chronic emptiness and loneliness. They might feel like life is pointless, or they can't achieve what makes them feel alive. Something could hold them back from doing what truly makes them happy. Besides that, they are pretty happy. I mean, they look good, are loved, can hold themselves up and are quiet strong minded and independent. They just feel like something is missing. But, they might have a bit of a victim complex.

.° 🌱 ! |  interests and hobbies ❞

running, arts - maybe painting -, youtube, origami?, i feel like they really like something related to water, i heard 'seshimi' so they might like creating food or mukbangs, they might like flowers too - researching/picking them -, i wont say if they are religious or not but i do feel like they enjoy researching different kind of religions, researching stuff in general - or learning random fun facts -

.° 🌱 ! |  their vibes ❞

2017 pinterest, denim jacket, sunflowers, daytime, soft cyber core, holding hands, rings, seven11, lighthearted, dandelions, bitten nails, neptune?, replying a song over and over, in their own little bubble, huge smile, daydreaming about future, youthful energy, road, bitter sweet love songs, mikasa?

.° 🌱 ! |  their love language ❞

So, I believe everyone has more than one love language, theirs could be communicating, acts of service and words of afformation. That kind of 'we are friends but we are also family' kind of feel you know? They are the type that want to find a best friend in their future lover.

that's it pile one, thank you for reading.

✎… pile two

thinking of you, little frog with a blanket, blue hearts surrounding it

cards: the sun, five of pentacles reversed, the heirophant, archangel raphael, archangel christine, archangel gabriel, this pile did not receive any animal cards

.° 🌱 ! |  appearance ❞

[ disclaimer: appearances can change anytime, and you shouldn't judge someone based on their appearance. ]

This is someone with lighter eyes! Probably green, yellow, blue or light brown. And yes, I said yellow. If they have really light brown eyes I feel like the yellows of it will show elegantly, especially under sun light. I am sensing this is someone with thicker eyebrow hair, not the eyebrow in itself, but their eyebrow hair? That will stand out for you for some reason of another. They have lighter skin, but not pale. More orange toned than pink. They have hooded eyes, no aegyosal, - maybe eyebags for some - and very beautiful lashes! I feel like their arms/hands have a bit more vein? As in their vein shows more than average. They also have a pretty jawline, very well defined yet soft. I feel like they have a longer hair yet short at some places? So they might have an undercut, mullet or wolfcut currently. Or you know, to scare you a little, 2010 emo hairstyle. Ah, they might really love contact lenses! Their shoulder is also very board, with well defined collarbones. They have very clear skin.

.° 🌱 ! |  nationality ❞

[ disclaimer; nationality does not equal race or ethnicity ]

possibilities are; china, dominica, laos, uk/england

.° 🌱 ! |  style ❞

They really like dark clothing, especially black. I am sensing they lean toward shirts that don't have a lot on them? Soft materials and blank. They also prefer comfortable pants that matches their shirt. However! Whenever they go out they do their best to dress well, mask that matches their aesthetic, unique pants, three layers of upper body clothing and accessories. So, they do dress up, and they dress up well. Their home wear and outside wear differ noticeably. They always know how to dress for occassion and they always deliver. They are never under or overdressed, always appropriate and stylish. I am sensing they also really love elegance, but hate thick suits. They look like a model ngl, but I don't think they ever studied fashion tho, just has a great sense for it. I do not see any kind of light clothing expect a few whites here and there. If there is colour its usually an accessory or print of a dark clothing they are wearing. I do not think they like headwear though, as they like to style their hair multiple different ways.

.° 🌱 ! |  music style ❞

I am sorry but this is lowkey hilarious, I keep hearing PSY's music. I cannot exactly pinpoint which, but I am sensing they like music that doesn't take themselves too seriously and which they can dance to like a dork. They might also like party music by which I mean DJ music. Now, correct me if I am wrong, I do not know any DJs but I heard 'dj alfredo'. Ah! They might also like Japanese pop music! I hear someone with an intro, Gray? ^^ and something titled 'party'. Ah, and Doja Cat. They really like trendy music.

.° 🌱 ! |  their personality ❞

They are like, really funny. They have different kind of humours and their comedic timing is very good. If they have younger siblings - or nieces/nephews - I am sensing they like to annoy them by teasing and giving them affection when they focus on something. Very fun and nurturing energy. I feel like they are calm, but they would rather have a lot of fun in life and do things they enjoy than to let sadness surround them all the time. 'Everyone will die, so I might as well do whatever I want' type of logic, you know? ISTP suddenly popped up for some reason hah. They know when to be serious though, and when to take control when the situation needs it, they aren't a himbo/bimbo, just like to have fun. They enjoy learning new things and their way of speaking is very well put together and crystal clear. They have an unique and strong sense with the way of their words. They are a very confident person which makes them charming from multiple stand points.

.° 🌱 ! | mental state ❞

Not gonna lie pile two, your person is the complete opposite of pile one. Pile one is insanely draining, however your pile gives a lot of motivation and energy, and I believe it's because their state of mind is so positive too. They have a realistic approach to being positive. They are cheerful and even though they have their own problems like everyone else they try to make sure that doesn't bring them down and try to get the best out of even the worst situations. An example would be, they are stuck in traffic? Good, at least they weren't the one in the accident. Or, if they couldn't get someone the present they wished for, they now have the chance to buy something better. They aren't happy go lucky, they just don't want life to be miserable. They believe life is only hard if you allow it to be. They are a very gentle person by nature and it shows by the way they think. I do think they might have trust issues they are healing from though as they have been cheated on in the past.

.° 🌱 ! |  interests and hobbies ❞

Bike riding! They really love bike riding. Especially at 6am, while the cold hits their face. - or at least have a strong desire to do this - Sleeping. They really enjoy sleeping, especially taking naps. Also maybe listening to podcasts? True crime podcasts, by women. Though I feel like they like their silence, they might have a book shelf too. Just sitting in silence and reading books seems very nice to them. They don't have dark academy aesthetic, just likes books. If this says anything to you, I am seeing a hardback book, which dark and light grey watercolour like background. There is a stroke of text with golden, and something with white. I am also sensing a print in water colour style! And red is coming through a lot. This could also be a manhwa, manga or manhua. However, by the way they are holding it, it might look like a book.

.° 🌱 ! |  their vibes ❞

Quite, clean, library, strong, holding back tears, greek statues, white, black, water, a sweet sense of sadness, white red black - whatever that means to you -, vampires - ? -, starry night, food, peas, raspberry juice, rings, big house, rich tbh, very well mannered, kind, judgemental a tiny bit, funny, energetic, libra rising?, youthful yet responsible

.° 🌱 ! |  their love language ❞

cards they love writing letters, hugs and kisses, acts of service, emotional comfort as in not being able to show one another your real true feelings

that's it pile two, thank you for reading.

✎… pile three

my heart belongs to you pink diagram, x ♡ o x ♡ o

cards; the hanged man, nine of pentacles, the emperor, hedgehog, kangaroo, rabbit, seraphim seraphisa, archangel zadkiel, archangel christiel, 'go with the flow', 'pool of christ light'

.° 🌱 ! |  appearance ❞

[ disclaimer: appearances can change anytime, and you shouldn't judge someone based on their appearance. ]

So, I will mention the most triggering topic first, which is that they might struggle with an eating disorder. Currently they are on the skinnier side, but not insanely dangerous. Their cheekbones are more sharp and their figure overall changed. They might have eyebags, and due to their disorder they might have lost melanin since they didn't eat properly. Their skin isn't pale by default, although it is light. They have a few beauty moles on their face, and have red hair mixed with dark brown/black currently. They either have a monolid or their eyecrease is very light. They also have almond shaped eyes. - Not through surgery, since I felt one of you think that. - Their hands are very pretty, they have long fingers and very well groomed nails. Their thighs are also thin, but in a way you find them attractive. I am also sensing they are quite tall, around 180cm.

.° 🌱 ! |  nationality ❞

[ disclaimer; nationality does not equal race or ethnicity ]

possibilities are; uk, australia, algeria, estonia, netherlands

.° 🌱 ! |  style ❞

Not gonna lie, money wise this person is spoiled. They like suits and expensive clothes. No, not brand clothes that have brand prints all over, but they won't say no to a green gucci sweater that's 3000$ or more. Could have been a gift, or not. However I feel like this person definitely isn't on the shorter end of the stick. They know how to dress, maybe even have a stylist? Or just watch tutorials of stylist on how to dress. They are very fashionable in their own way. By that I don't mean they don't dress good, they do, however they don't like to follow 'rules' and like to play with what they have. Experiment with clothing, try different styles.

.° 🌱 ! |  music style ❞

Classical music, they don't really listen to music in general, but classical music is their thing. They also really like old songs, but they aren't religiously listening to it. They prefer ones without lyrics, something they can lay back to and think. Whatever fits their mood.

.° 🌱 ! |  their personality ❞

Not gonna lie, you will not like this person at first. They can be arrogant, moody, judgemental and they don't have sugarcoating bone in themselves. They just say whatever they think, and can sometimes be oblivious to 'hey, maybe that's a little rude'. Many people do not like them because of this, they are also kind of cold, so that does the trick too. Their face looks done by default. However a lot of people don't see that this person is trying. They are trying really hard to be someone they would love to become, someone they aren't yet but are on the way there. They help little kittens and chickens cross the road - as in I actually got a vision of this happening - , they write down things in their notes they can improve on, they cry in the bathtub thinking of hurting someone they didn't mean to, they pinch themselves when they realise they are having overreactive thoughts. This person is trying really hard to be a good person. Well, they already are? People just can't see it. They also have a strong sense of justice so they might often get onto fights. Could be online in tiktok comments under a reddit video post arguing with user822023 that hey, no, being sexist towards men isn't cool. Could be in the neighbourhood arguing with an old man that hey, if you go close to that little girl again I will break your face! Seriously, they are great, just don't know how to show it yet.

.° 🌱 ! | mental state ❞

Depressed, like yeah, this isn't fake. It doesn't matter how well off they look they are depressed. They hate themselves and really care what others say. It's not even their appearance, or the things people say. It's the way they act, and the things they think. They take these to heart, I don't think they feel loved in any way, shape or form. They really need a hug. I feel like there is one specific person that is younger than them that keeps them sane. Could be a family member. However I do not think they have a lot of joy in life, that's why they try to pretend they do.

.° 🌱 ! |  interests and hobbies ❞

They don't necessarily have the time or energy to do things they actually like, they are often in their bed sleeping. They procrastinate a lot. They do enjoy art, slime asmr, food content, playgrounds and scary stories though. I feel like they focus more on work than anything else.

.° 🌱 ! |  their vibes ❞

doodles, eyebags, moonlight through the window, clicking pen, laying head on desk, broken glasses, vase?, white, blood, vanilla, cracking knuckles, fire place, warm blankets, heat, coal, pet rats, big house, two face

.° 🌱 ! |  their love language ❞

psychical affection - any -, comfortable silence, gifting, sharing, enjoying the same things

that's it pile three, thank you for reading.

✎… pile four

blue and green dino, pink sky, green grass, 'me & you' label, ily surround by hearts

cards; four of pentacles, knight of pentacles, four of cups, butterfly, monkey, tiger, archangel fhelyai, seraphim seraphiel, archangel sammel

note; to the best of my memories, this is the first time anyone i did a reading for got a tiger

.° 🌱 ! |  appearance ❞

[ disclaimer: appearances can change anytime, and you shouldn't judge someone based on their appearance. ]

So, to start off, they have a face that looks sad by default. They might be a cancer rising, their eyes are usually sweet but sad. Now, this does not mean they are always sad, it just means that's their default expression. Please do not mention it to them, they know, and they find it annoying when people point it out. They don't have eyeflods nor aegyosal, so basically they have monolids. They have smooth skin, which is pale. You can see it on their arms and legs. They have a skinny build but they might have really slight abs. Their eyelashes are very pretty. Their nails are move oval than circular, it looks very very pretty, pink toned. I am seeing them sitting with their legs crossed like children, with their back folded, so, I assume their posture isn't the greatest, but not horrible.

.° 🌱 ! |  nationality ❞

[ disclaimer; nationality does not equal race or ethnicity ]

possibilities; south korea, ireland, moldova, luxembourg, nepal

.° 🌱 ! |  style ❞

So, definitely stylish! Heavy jackets with a messy design, skinny jeans and a lot of accessories and coloured hair.. well! At least in the past! I am sensing they dress always up to trend, but not always buying every trendy clothes, just what blends in. Right now they have black hair, and prefer beige clothing with blacks? Blues too, they have a very soft aesthetic, but there are times where they put in their piercing and dress e-gothic. They also like to wet their hair to look hot. Now for some of you they might have a tattoo in the middle of their neck, of course, that's only like, two of you. They just really enjoy dressing according to their mood.

.° 🌱 ! |  music style ❞

hip hop and sentimental music is their thing. either full force on yelling on hard beats, or sorrow full melodies on soul music. that's it, that's their to it.

.° 🌱 ! |  their personality ❞

A very chill and funny person honestly. They might often be sleepy, which causes their brain to make them be more carefree. So they don't mind doing new stuff or stuff they normally would while well rested. They are very kind and I am sensing they love children? Also, they are like, really good in things. Everytime they try something, they start out average, and learn quickly. Which is honestly pretty neat! They are very open minded and willing to learn about ways people live! They have a deep sense of understanding things, so they are very social aware. Meaning they have strong morals. They are sweet but can raise their voice if necessary. I also think that they might be misunderstood because of their looks, but liked once people know their personality. - This does not mean they are unattractive. - So they work really hard to be themselves because that's very important to them.

.° 🌱 ! | mental state ❞

They are a generally very happy, however, I do think there is a certain thing that triggers them very badly. While I don't want to assume, they might have a form of ptsd. They refuse to get it treated because maybe they grew up in a place where mental health isn't very talked about and they don't want to be shamed. So, each time they have a panick attack it becomes a bit worse. Other than that, I don't sense anything huge coming through.

.° 🌱 ! |  interests and hobbies ❞

Activist!!! Loves standing up for people and has probably been on protests too before, constantly trying to spread useful information about people and earth! Trying to help climate change! They are very passionate about this as I feel like they love the earth a lot. Sometimes they might just go outside and sit down to just chill. They also really love animals, especially puppies and cats! They might sometimes pick peaches off trees and just eat it. They are also very much in love with science.

.° 🌱 ! |  their vibes ❞

cold piercing through the skin on a snowy winter night while you wear a thick scarf, gloves and look up to the sky with admiration while having cheeks and nose, warmth, sleeping beauty, holding hands, calm, music, socks under blanket

.° 🌱 ! |  their love language ❞

words of afformation, pda, staring into each others eyes quitely as you both listen to music with shared earphones

that's it pile four, thank you for reading.

✎… pile five

<3 white cat, two flowers in the air

cards; two of pentacles, eight of swords, ace of swords, open to abundance, new opportunities, cosmic sapphire, lord wywyvsil, archangel chamuel, seraphim seraphina

.° 🌱 ! |  appearance ❞

[ disclaimer: appearances can change anytime, and you shouldn't judge someone based on their appearance. ]

They are tall, and have quite a long neck. Their eyes are brown, might currently have blond hair. - for the majority of you, this is dyed hair we are talking about. - They have more of a feminine look regardless of gender - or lack of -. Their jawline is pretty, I feel like they have a really slim face? Their face shape reminds me of Jean Kristein. Maybe their skin is tan, or they like fake tan. I also feel like their waist is very slim.

.° 🌱 ! |  nationality ❞

[ disclaimer; nationality does not equal race or ethnicity ]

possibilities; ukraine, argentina, malaysia, taiwan, egypt

.° 🌱 ! |  style ❞

Gyaru. There are many styles of gyaru I feel like they really like a specific one. They are exploring it and try their best to dress as such. I keep hearing that gyaru tiktok song too. Although, it's not 24/7, they know how to have a healthy relationship with fashion.

.° 🌱 ! |  music style ❞

Anything that's trending on tiktok or what spotify recommends to them, they really don't have a picky bone in their body when it comes to music, it just has to fit their mood.

.° 🌱 ! |  their personality ❞

They are dumb in a 23 year old that's in their own bubble way. Though, they did go through traumatic things in the past, they are trying to be kind to everyone instead of pitying themselves 24/7. They like doing trends, taking care of people and having fun. I feel like they might not really like kids? They are smart too though, they are aware that the things they do sometimes can be reckless so they don't force or encourage other people to follow their lead. If they do, they will give the people some pretty good advice that will allow them to be safe and be as secure as possible. They are a himbo/bimbo with a huge heart if I may say it like that? They are generally really kind but might be a bit naive, so they definitely need a bit of protection so they don't get themselves in trouble that can have a long lasting effect.

.° 🌱 ! | mental state ❞

I feel like right now they fear something a lot, it gives them constantly anxiety and they might loose sleep over it. I feel like this is a new phobia developing inside them, they will get through this safely tho.

.° 🌱 ! |  interests and hobbies ❞

Drawing!, paperclips... ?, journaling, smsing - who uses that phrase anymore? - , true crime documentaries, shoving ?, videogames!, tiktok

.° 🌱 ! |  their vibes ❞

pink, crying, glitter, cancer zodiac, acrylic nails, waterpaint, flowers, highlights, hair, lightbulb, poker cards, art styles

.° 🌱 ! |  their love language ❞

quality time, sharing interests, sharing secrets, food!, jokes

that's it pile five, thank you for reading.

✎… pile six

'Love you!' duck standing on a hill surrounded by hearts

cards; the tower, ten of cups, king of wands, archangel micheal, seraphim seraphiel, archangel joules, bear, eagle, pig

.° 🌱 ! |  appearance ❞

[ disclaimer: appearances can change anytime, and you shouldn't judge someone based on their appearance. ]

They definitely have long hair, and dark one at that. They have really gentle features, they have both crease on their eyelid and aegyosal. Their features remind me of native american people! They look very beautiful, they are also slightly tanned. Their lips are upcurved so they always look friendly! Their smile is very beautiful and their lips have a very beautiful natural pink tint to them! You will be reminded of a lot of aesthetic things while looking at them. Their feminine and masculine energies are very well balanced out.

.° 🌱 ! |  nationality ❞

[ disclaimer; nationality does not equal race or ethnicity ]

possibilities; india, philippines, south korea, albania, brazil

.° 🌱 ! |  style ❞

I feel like they flower print things, a light jacket with orchids, bucket hat with a daisy, a ring with a rose on them, such things. Also open to both colours and neutrals, but they lean more toward colourful things. Nothing vibrant tho, soft muted colours that compliment each other is just what they like. They also might like warmer tones more than cooler ones, especially purplish clothes, yet they don't wear them often. They have a very warm nurturing feeling to them due to the way theyd dress, sort of like a parental figure to their friends.

.° 🌱 ! |  music style ❞

They prefer slow songs at the moment for sure. Bittersweet yet sad ones, I feel like they do prefer western music but they don't mind whatever music is recommended to them as long as it's a slow calm music. They are very lovely with the way of their words due to this. I feel like they have a playlist just for this, full or love songs.

.° 🌱 ! |  their personality ❞

You know the mom type of friend? Yeah they nag, are loud, tell you what to do and how, and always think they are right. But at the same time they care about you, love you, pay attention to you and you can always rely on them. They are like this towards everyone, always being themselves, maybe making themselves a little more closed off? I feel like they take so much care about others because they don't want to face their own problems. They are very angelic though, and like to laugh. They are a very playful person and fun to be around. Naturally, they never fake it and always know what humour to use with who. Also, they are insanely attentive and pay attention to people they love a lot. Smart too. They might have divorced parents what might have forced them to grow up sooner than necessary, but I do think they

.° 🌱 ! | mental state ❞

I do feel like they might currently be a little numb, emotionally and mentally, but they hold themselves up well. I don't think they are going through anything that destroys them mentally, just something that weights them down quite a lot. They will get through it, they just really need a good cry and to let go off stress.

.° 🌱 ! |  interests and hobbies ❞

Water! I feel like there is something about water that they really like, I am also hearing kayaking? Ah, maybe they play otome games or learn coding? I had a vision of a huge red ex appearing on their phone while they hold it, and them looking all calm. I also feel like they also might like to paint their own nails~

.° 🌱 ! |  their vibes ❞

Sleeping, warmth, ocean, studying, knowing random facts that will make people think 'why the hell do you know that?', dancing in a silly way, soft balls, little fluffy puppies, watermelon, chewing ice, hot, moon

.° 🌱 ! |  their love language ❞

quality time, sharing, listening to one another, heavy on holding hands

that's it pile six! thank you for reading.

#tarot #fs #future spouse #pac #pick a card #Intuition #creating 6 piles is hell

[tommykinard6]

I feel like some people are still confused over what part Tommy played in the begins episodes and what Hen and Chimney’s relationship with him is like.

First off, I’ve seen Tommy be mistaken for Sal DeLuca many times, who was an actual asshole that Bobby fired/transferred. He is also not Captain Gerrard, who was arguably the most homophobic and racist out of them all. Tommy was not an angel, don’t get me wrong, he said and did some shit. But let’s not throw the blame that belongs to others solely in his shoulders.

As for his relationship with Chim, Chimney and Tommy are shown to be friends after Chim saves Tommy’s life.

Chim: “How’s your head?”

Tommy: “Still fat, but clearer. You saved my life. Thank you.”

(Chimney Begins)

As for Hen, I think we have less of a defined bonding moment. She arguably got the worst treatment as a Black lesbian from the OG 118. However, after she and Chim rescue a child from a submerged car that the rest of the station refused to believe existed, Tommy (and Sal) both approach her to commend her actions.

Tommy: “We would’ve found it eventually. But eventually would’ve been too late.”

(Hen Begins)

He then shakes her hand, much like he did when Chim and he became friends. Hen seems to accept the bridge for the peace offering it is.

In Bobby Begins, Tommy isn’t an issue, Sal is. We see Tommy being friendly with both Hen and Chim. When the montage shows Tommy leaving the 118, he gets a big send off from the station and Hen shoves him into the cake.

I definitely want a Hen and Tommy exchange now that we know Tommy is queer in some way. I want that so much, actually. I feel like watching Hen be out and proud could’ve been inspiring for him, but watching the OG 118, I think it’s easy to understand why he was so deep in the closet he was in Narnia.

But I’ve seen people say that Hen hates Tommy and that Chim resents him and I just want to point out that thus far, we have little proof to back that up.

#ao3 #9-1-1 #henrietta wilson #chimney han #lou ferrigno jr #tommy kinard #911 season 7 #911 abc #911 show

[vikkirosko]

Hello can I request the Sally face crew with a red eyed demon female reader? After having been defeated the first time by Sal and his super gear boy, reader took human form and materialized herself into the living world. Sal, Larry, Ash and Todd immediately noticed that the new person moving into the Addison appartements was not the kind and gentle 24 years old woman she claimed to be, but the red eyed demon.

When the group confront reader about her true identity, she mocked them, claiming that a child's toy couldn't kill her like that. But she feels charitable today and wouldn't kill them for their affront. She decided to spend time with them, to tourment them, but with time, she started to grow found of them and forget her world domination plan. Thank!

Group x fem!Reader platonic headcanons Red eyed demon

Sal was confident that he was able to defeat the red-eyed demon. He and his friends felt calmer and so it was until you started living in Addison Apartments. You were a frowning young woman who wasn't nice or even polite to anyone. However, they quickly realized that you were not an easy person. You were a demon. You were the red-eyed demon that Sal fought so hard against

They came to you and directly asked you about your true identity, which caused you to grin and laugh. You didn't hide from them who you were and bluntly said that a child's toy couldn't kill you and the only reason why you still haven't killed them was that you were in a good mood and you decided to mercifully save their lives despite the insult they inflicted on you

The guys tried to find a new way to stop you, but you wouldn't let them rest. You often appeared in their lives, finding a huge number of ways to spoil their lives without even causing physical harm. However, the longer you were in their company, the less you mocked them, starting to look more and more tired

At some point, you started coming to them very rarely, so Sal decided to go and ask you what it all means. He didn't want to involve his friends in this, so he went to you alone. But he was very surprised when you told him that you were tired of them and that even your plans that you were going to implement when you didn't have a human form. This genuinely surprised him, but also pleased him at the same time

When he told his friends about it, they came to the conclusion that it could be due to the fact that you were trapped in a mortal body. Todd suggested that you've never been human, so now you have changed your views on some things and for them it was a huge plus. Perhaps after a little more time you could become an ordinary person and then peace and quiet would come to Addison Apartments

#Sally Face #Sally Face x Reader #Sally Face headcanons

[ramonag-if]

I want Zikar’s parents to adopt MC 😭 MC will be treated right with them unlike Sal and (Rest in Peace) Ahlf

They have their own things going on 😬 Everyone is in for some heartbreak.

#crown of exile #answered asks #vinia family

[hearts4golbach]

Light Shower. (Sal Fisher x Fem!Reader)

part 2

-

"feels like, man, ive really never felt the rain."

-

"I wish you had moved here sooner, sally. I feel like some of this could've been avoided if I had you here with me." I sat by my window, inhaling the morning dew. I heard sal sigh. "Wait, I'm not blaming you. you know none of this is your fault, and -"

"I know, Y/n. I still feel bad.1 I could've helped you."

"Don't feel bad, sal. you're the only one helping me now, you know." he looked up at me with a certain sparkle in his bright blue eyes. "Really."

"If you say so." he walked over and hugged me. I hugged him back, not wanting to let go. "I'm gonna crash here tonight if that's cool. or, I guess, just take a nap." he corrected after checking the time.

"You know damn well I don't care." I went to grab a glass of water for his glass eye.

he had his mask and shirt off. he laid in my beanbag and grabbed his blanket that he left over here to cover himself up. I passed him the glass of water and lay in my bed.

sally had fallen asleep almost immediately. his sleeping face was so peaceful. Despite what he said, he wasn't ugly. he was the complete opposite to me. of course, there were scars and chunks missing from his face, but beauty still resonated. I blushed as I looked at him. I quickly looked away.

-

whenever sal woke up, we walked aimlessly around town. it was a small town, luckily. me and sal went to the convenience store to find something to drink before we went to the park. we blindly roamed the isles, making dirty jokes about anything that remotely looked like titties. Sal stumbled upon a jug of lemonade and passed it to me.

-

I laid on y/ns floor, gazing down at the paper list of ideas we had to earn money for our very own guitar. we were out and about with my dad when Y/n pointed out this bright red guitar. we decided we were going to earn money for it so we would be able to play happy birthday at Y/ns 10th birthday party, and she wanted to play it for my 11th.

Y/n looked like a light bulb had just popped up over her head. "What about a lemonade stand?!" she basically screamed.

"That's a great idea!" we jumped up and ran down the stairs to our fathers, basically pushing each other because of how excited we were. It was a perfect plan.

"Daddy, Daddy!" Y/n yelled, running in and jumping on the couch. I ran close behind her.

her dad sat up. "What's up?"

"Can me and sal make lemonade? we want to run a lemonade stand. pleaseee?" she begged him.

"I don't care." he said and unpaused the movie they were watching.

we ran into the kitchen and grabbed all of the lemons out of the fridge. Y/n cut them while I squeezed them into the pitcher. 5 lemons in, lemon juice got into my eye. I couldn't reach it through the mask, I screamed because I was caught off guard. Y/n went to unbuckle my mask, but I pushed her away, covering the eye socket of my mask.

"sally? what's wrong?" she looked hurt.

"You can't see my face." I responded.

"Why? you know I see your face like a million times a minute, right?" I rolled my eyes at her.

"Because I get bullied for my prosthetic and what's under it. you can't look." I continued trying to reach my eye from the hole.

"You have nothing to worry about around me, sal. you know that! you're my best friend! I love you, sally. please just take off your mask and let me help." she said, pulling me in for a hug. I hugged her back as tight as I could. I eventually snapped out of it, remembering it was just Y/n. she was right. She had seen my face already a million times before.

she unbuckled my mask and placed it next to the sink. she took a wash cloth and gently rubbed my eye, taking the sting of the lemon juice away. she kissed my scarred cheek. I felt my face burn. "Better?" she asked. I nodded and decided to leave my mask off the rest of the night. we finished making the lemonade and went to give a sample to our dads only to find out they were both passed out on the couch.

we silently crept up the stairs to Y/ns room and laid in her bed. we laid facing the foot of her bed so we could see the TV. we watched whatever cartoon was on that late as we started to drift off. I crept my hand over to hold hers. I looked over at her, her face glowing a subtle pink. she squeezed my hand gently, not looking at me once. eventually, she rolled over to face me and fell asleep, gripping my hand. I rolled over to face her and fell asleep, too.

y/n woke me up the next morning to make our sign and set up. "Which sounds better? Y/n and Sal, or Sal and y/n?"

"y/n and sal." I responded, glancing over at her.

she shrugged. "Okay." we wrote 'Y/n and sals lemonade. $2.' she drew hearts, and I drew stars. she wrapped her arm around my shoulder as we gazed down at our masterpiece. "it's perfect."

I nodded, strapping my mask on. "Let's go set up."

we grabbed all of our supplies and set up our stand at the corner of the street.

-

I watched sal as he gently rocked himself back and forth on the swing, the toe of his bright blue converse digging into the dirt.

he cracked open the jug of lemonade and took a sip. he passed it to me. "I, uh, learned your favorite song on guitar."

"No shit? you gotta show me when we get home." I exclaimed, taking a drink as well. the deja vu hit me like a truck. he nodded. "we should go to a concert or something. I hate this boring ass town." I threw my head back and looked at the sky.

"We're broke."

"So? we could, like, sneak in or some shit. man, I don't know. don't be a fucking party pooper, sally face."

he chuckled. "fuck yeah."

-

I laid on sals bed, watching as his swift fingers move along the fret board as he played y/f/s. he finished playing and looked up at you. pride filled his eyes.

"sal, that's so fucking co-" the loud ringing of my phone echoed through the room. I gave sal a confused look before answering my phone. it was my boyfriend. "Hi babe."

"Y/n, you're a fucking slut. I know you've been sleeping with that blue haired femboy and your stoner friend. I fucking hate you. I hope you know I've been cheating on you too. you're the ugliest person I have ever fucking met. fuck with me or my girlfriend and I'll kill you." I closed my phone as he hung up. my head began to throb. I wiped away the tears that had started falling down my cheeks.

"the fuck just happened?" sal sounded panicked.

"Shawn just broke up with me."

sal ran to my side and hugged me. as I cried into his shoulder, it felt like all of the weight I had been carrying for so long was melting away. "I love you, sally."

"I love you." he whispered. he ran his fingers through my hair. we laid down on his bed and he pulled me close. I inhaled his scent, savoring every moment I had with him. I cried harder, maybe because of the relief I felt or maybe because of the pain deep down. whatever it was, I knew sal understood.

"hey, if it makes you feel better, the way he broke up with you was really fucking cringey." he said, wiping my tears away with his thumb. I laughed and pulled sal closer to me.

#sal fisher x y/n #sal fisher #sally face #larry johnson #ash campbell #todd morrison #tw drugs #friends to lovers #fanfiction #fanfic #light shower #melanie martinez

[esuemmanuel]

Para sentir el amor no hay nada más que caminar por la orilla de una playa, beber del viento el aroma de la sal y descansar, sin esperar, bajo la sombra de una palapa, mientras el tiempo se vuelve nada ante la paz que da respirar en calma.

— Esu Emmanuel©, To feel love there is nothing more than walking along the shore of a beach, drinking the scent of salt from the wind and resting, without waiting, under the shade of a palm roof, while time becomes nothing before the peace that comes from breathing calmly.

#el hombre de la soledad #the man of solitude #writing in solitude #escribiendo en soledad #poetas en tumblr #poets on tumblr #writers on tumblr #escritores en tumblr #poeticstories #2023

[preyeir]

a not at all brief, ill - formatted timeline of events, mostly for my reference :

born in gotham city. her father is the leader of the oldest crime family in gotham, her mother the favorite daughter of another. she also has an older brother. she is raised unaware of her family's true nature, but not of her father's. his abuse is most often pointed toward his wife, which helena and her brother are a witness to.

eight : the entire bertinelli crime family is wiped out. the sole survivor is helena, who plays dead until the attackers leave. she is sent to sicily for her protection soon after.

nine : helena begins training with her "cousin" salvatore, an assassin for the panessa crime family. he thinks self-defense will help her to make peace with her past and not be so scared.

sixteen : the safehouse she's been in for years is raided, and helena's foster family taken into custody. her uncle tomaso brings her back to gotham for the holidays - this is when she first witnesses the vigilante known as batman, when he interrupts the party to interrogate her uncle. she's shipped off to a boarding school in switzerland afterward, where she keeps up her training with gymnastics and archery.

eighteen - twenty-one : helena begins university, studying history - and studying the families she grew up with, their past and their present. she graduates with honors.

twenty - one : her cousin salvatore is murdered in prison. heartbroken, helena returns to the ranch she grew up at to continue formulate her plans for revenge. she has a brief relationship with a young man from another mob family, but breaks it off abruptly when her uncle comes to visit from gotham with news of her inheritance. after reclaiming her money, she begins

twenty - two : helena returns to gotham city for the first time in years and begins her hunt for who is responsible for her family's deaths. and if she kills a few extra mafia cretins, who's gonna cry about it? word gets around about the huntress, and after leaving several bodies in her wake, she gets the attention of batman, who warns her off killing people in "his" city. during this time, helena is extremely isolated. she lives off her inheritance in a dingy little apartment in gotham.

twenty - three / four : after a couple years at the game, the trail starts going cold for helena. outside of her own investigation, she begins getting involved in other cases with other vigilantes including ( but not limited to ) the likes of black c.anary, r.obin, n.ightwing, and o.racle. most of these do not end on good terms, but some do. she continues to make a nuisance of herself with the mob elements of the city, though she's careful about killing. she doesn't need a winged rat on her heels, too.

twenty - five : when a series of murders begins across gotham city with every victim bearing a tell - tale crossbow bolt, suspicion turns on huntress. after a nasty altercation with batman and nightwing, the question manages to get her away to recover. meanwhile, robin tries to prove her innocence. when she returns, helena vows to find who is framing her. when she discovers it is santo cassamento that ordered the hit on her family and that he is her biological father, he takes the opportunity to blackmail her into working for him. in spite of promising she wouldn't kill him, helena leverages a favor from her uncle tomaso to isolate cassamento and kill him in a warehouse. tomaso takes the fall and is sent to prison. there is no concrete proof of helena's involvement, but isolated from the rest of the gotham vigilantes again. helena focuses in. this is where a lot of the storylines from huntress 1989 come in. helena also discovers her cousin, sal, is alive and living as a priest in gotham under the name father angelo.

twenty - six : after assisting with saving black canary / dinah lance on behalf of oracle, she begins to work more closely with the pair of them and is eventually invited to join the birds of prey. though suspicious, she has to admit it's nice to have a team. she even begins to open up to the other women. there are still rough patches, especially as she and oracle / barbara gordon often butt heads over technique, but she finally has a place. maybe even a family. unfortunately, after nearly a year working with the birds, helena realizes she was being manipulated by barbara into "going good" and leaves angrily, feeling betrayed. her friends weren't her friends, they were just stringing her along to rehab the bad kid.

twenty - seven : alone again, helena turns her attention to the mob again. but this time she goes deeper than ever. shedding the huntress identity, she takes up the old mantle of helena bertinelli and wages war. she reclaims her birthright, in a sense, taking over the panessa family from her uncle. she draws attention from the cape community for her actions, but strangely its oracle who sticks up for her. later that year, the gotham gazette publishes a full dossier on the mafia. names of members, crimes linked to them, and even a list of the cops they'd bought out. it's damning evidence and the city is shocked, especially when an exclusive interview comes out with none other than the elusive helena bertinelli who speaks of her own family's historical involvement in crime and her experiences, as well as dedication to righting the wrongs by utilizing her money on various charitable causes. she and barbara make up, and huntress joins the birds of prey again.

twenty - eight / nine : rejoined with the birds, helena continues to work cases for them as well as go on nightly patrols in her area of gotham. unfortunately, helena's outspokenness has earned her more than a few enemies and she faces a number of attempts on her life. nonetheless she continues using her public platforms to aid the city. her biggest project is maria's home, a shelter for victims of domestic violence named for her mother.

thirty : helena becomes entangled in a missing persons case when one of her students, james cooper, goes missing. she enlists the help of sal, but is too late to save james's family when they're murdered by his kidnappers for kicking up a fuss. she manages to save him, and james is placed in foster care. but when bombings begin happening across gotham, batman gets involved and points to james as the culprit. he'd been targeting the gang that had kidnapped him in revenge for his mother and little brother. feeling guilty for what she believes to be her involvement, helena offers to take responsibility for james rather than have him be taken to juvenile detention. she retires the huntress mantle to move she and james out of the city. she isn't batman, she's not going to turn the kid into a child soldier and call that therapy.

thirty - one / two ( current ) : it's harder to get out. eventually, she's called back to gotham when her cousin salvatore / father angelo is found murdered in a confessional. she dons the huntress persona again and rejoins the birds, moving james back with her but perhaps being a little overprotective.

#TIMELINE. #HEADCANON. #abuse mention tw

[endlessly-cursed]

A Living Dynasty, Chapter Three: The Great War

A/N: I'm having founder's era brainrot so bear with me, the finished third chapter. Bon appetit!!

Summary: War is brewing, and Henriette and Helga have a plan

OCs featured: Eadric Spinebreaker ( @gaygryffindorgal ) Mathilde Coventry ( @camillejeaneshphm )

OCs mentioned: The Osada siblings ( @hphmmatthewluther )

Word Count: 1.8k

Tagging: @hphmmatthewluther @camillejeaneshphm @gaygryffindorgal @that-scouse-wizard

A year later

War was now almost at the threshold, and I had been learning plenty from kind but fierce Helga. As I dutifully washed the sheep, I observed how many trained for battle. I was certainly no warrior, but I didn’t like having to wait for the men to make peace either.

“Lord Salazar Slytherin!” The herald cried.

I quickly washed myself and, with the tip of her wand, washed off the stench and detritus and I was quickly at Helga’s side, bowing to the tall man. He was a tall man with green eyes and brown hair, with a roguish look, and beside him, three people were standing: two beautiful women and a tall and scary-looking man. The women consisted in a tall and strikingly beautiful redheaded woman, who surveyed everyone with an expressionless look, and the second was a shorter blonde woman, who observed everything in silence. Finally, the man among them had silver hair and one eye patched and the other was as cold.

“…I am not sure, Sal. Many had died already, and I do not wish to endanger my people. Not to mention, many runaway nobles are here and hiding from their enemies. I cannot risk their safety.”

The silver-haired man looked at me and whispered to Salazar. He took a look at me, and my heart started beating fast, not liking such attention. He then spoke “How many of you are convicts or running away from the nobility? Raise your hand.” He commanded.

At least eight more raised their hand and he nodded. He then turned to Helga “Shall we discuss this on your office?”

“Very well. Henriette, dear, come with me.” Helga commanded.

“Eadric,” Salazar commanded “Bruna, Mathilde, stay here and keep an eye on the runaways.”

“Yes, my lord,” they both said, sounding like Siamese cats.

Then, we both followed our leaders into her office. I hadn’t been there much, but I was nevertheless exciting. My father never once allowed me to get into politics, waiting for the perfect suitor to take over as I was relegated into birthing children and keeping the household standing.

Helga sat on the desk as Salazar sat across her and the silver-haired man, Eadric, stood tightly beside Salazar. I did the same, forearms crossed as my hand rested on the other.

“Do tell me why sending my folk into slaughter is a good idea.”

“I can assure you, my dear, that there won’t be slaughter. Godric is not the brightest, but his courage and skills in battle are not to be question. Besides, you and I had fought in the past, as well as Lady Ravenclaw. This war, if fought well, could gain the king’s trust. And your hand, Henriette, used to be the queen’s favourite, correct, girl?” He then looked at me, and I had to brace myself before clearing my throat.

“Indeed, sir, though right now I cannot say. I haven’t seen or heard from her in a year. I would be willing to, if my ladyship wishes so.”

Salazar arched an eyebrow and I noticed how Eadric studied me closely. He wasn’t very talkative, but I felt like he was going through my mind with his only eye nevertheless. I worked up the courage and faced off, despite my skin puckering out of nervousness. After what it felt like an eternity, he chuckled, impressed, and whispered again at Salazar’s ear. He nodded and looked at Helga “If you join my ranks, I promise that nothing should happen to your people, as long as they follow us.”

Helga nodded “I shall give it some thought.”

They stood up and Salazar kissed Helga’s hand and nodded at me. I bowed and nodded at Eadric, who simply followed Salazar out. Outside, I saw how the women broke from an embrace and quickly followed Salazar to his horse.

Days passed as Helga and I discussed our strategy, and agreed to wait for Godric so we’d hear him out first. A week later, Godric blessed us with his presence. He rode with his own entourage, looking rather handsome in the sunlight: his red hair and peaceful blue eyes, alongside his armour, made him like a personification of Apollo. He helped off her horse to a rather beautiful woman, with black hair and striking brown eyes, wearing an armour as well and she kissed his cheek, making him blush bright red.

“That’s Luxia Thorne,” Helga whispered “Godric’s lover. She’s a great dueller, giving him a run for his salt and his second in command. They’re inseparable and seem to love each other dearly. See those siblings?” She nodded towards to equally beautiful pair of siblings: their skin was dark, with equally dark hair and dark eyes, though their regalia was red, as well as Godric’s and Luxia’s. “They are the son and daughter of the Baron Osada, and although he works with Salazar, he’s very supportive of his children being at Godric’s care.” They were certainly a most regal group, looking like storybook heroes to save the day. Unlike Salazar’s unfriendly and cold villains.

Though decades later I’d see for myself that nobody’s pure and nobody’s pure evil, and that historians aren’t often good at deciphering the human experience and limit themselves to tell a simpler story.

Primrose blinked, confused “But wait. How come these academics can be wrong and write simple stories? Isn’t history’s whole point to tell the story as it is?”

Henriette chuckled “Let me ask you something. Do you believe the historians who called me a trickster, a cold and bad wife, a cheater and many more?”

“Of course not!” Primrose cried.

“Or perhaps the ones who says that Iploytta Howard slowly poisoned her husband to take full reins of Winbourne?”

Primrose shook her head “That is non ethical! To make up lies and slander figures just because of what you believe! What happened to the truth?”

Henriette smiled sadly “Most men don’t care about the truth or facts; they care about telling a story for an end. They used my story to be obedient and dutiful wives. With my poor Juliana and Ipolytta they told us to know our places, and with Maria Elisabeth, to leave the politics to the men. Most of these men don’t want to truly tell the story, they want to sell us one. For example, Cleopatra was used as an example of what bad rulers’ women could be. They used Anne Boleyn to explain why we ought not to meddle in politics. Marie Antoinette was made an example of why we should be humble and grateful. And more recently poor Isabella II of Spain, whose story told by men tells us how we ought not to be; to be chaste, obedient and quiet when a man is present. Now, this is a man’s world, therefore our narratives belong to them. When your time comes, no matter what you do, these men will use your story and twist it to subjugate the next generation into a new ideal. Our only hope is that our descendants are as insightful as you and see beyond the slander and lies of these cruel men and vindicate us.”

Primrose looked into the portrait’s eyes, decision in her eyes “When our interview is over, I shall tell your true story and put to an end such slander against you.”

Henriette smiled widely “Let us continue then. Now, I was about to talk about… oh yes! When Godric came to visit us for his own campaign.”

“Helga!” He smiled widely and warmly embraced her “my, you get more lovely by the day.”

“Save such compliments for dear Luxia,” she teased.

Luxia finally spoke “Worry not, I am not easy to get jealous, my lady.”

He finally turned to me and smiled “Ah, you must be the famous Henriette! Famous for having a mind as striking as her beauty. Lord Godric Gryffindor, it is an honour to make your acquaintance.” He kissed my hand and I couldn’t help but flush out of embarrassment. I looked over Lady Thorne, but she didn’t seem to mind. He then greeted one by one all the acolytes of Helga’s, a true example of chivalry.

I murmured to Helga “I can see why Lady Thorne is so taken by him.”

“Godric is nothing but kind and soft behind the legends of his fierce duellist prowess. He is a man, after all!”

We chuckled, agreeing on it. Men, no matter how mythical, were regular men in the end of the day. I wouldn’t relate to this till later in life.

When we got up, it was four of us: Helga, me, Luxia and Godric. We sat again in her chair “I shall ask you the same I asked Salazar: tell me why sending my people into a secure slaughter is a good idea.”

Godric explained “I am aware that it is not looking good in the front lines. War is nearly upon us, and stability is hanging by a rather sensitive thread. But should you join my ranks, I shall protect each of your acolytes as if they were my own and, together, we could convince Lady Ravenclaw.”

As they discussed, I mulled over what they said, then I blurted out, unsure of how to say it “What if the four of you fought together?”

The three of them looked at me curiously “Care to elaborate?” Luxia asked.

“The four of you are one of the most powerful wizards of your age, are you not?” They all nodded “And each of you possesses incredible power, do you not? Well then, instead of splitting, create a wizard union against those treacherous lords as one. I know most of them, and many of your servants have served them. Many are sworn to my father, vassals to my estate, and the queen and I were in good terms when I left.” The plan slowly started creating itself in my head, spiralling “and I shall ride to her summer estate, where she often visits her charities.”

“So it is true that Queen Aelgifu and you are good friends.” Godric gaped.

“I was there when she arrived as a royal bride to King Aethelred. I helped choose the court, read to her, went to church with her and was advised her on marital matters as a neutral third party. She also refused the marriage that had been proposed to me, the one that I ran away from and brought me here. If any of you goes, she will be alarmed, but not if she sees a friendly face. She wouldn’t be hearing out a mere witch: she’d be listening to a friend’s plea for help.”

They all looked at me, impressed by what I said. Looking between one another, and Helga spoke “Very well. You’ll leave in three days’ time. Two of my men shall accompany you.”

“In the meantime, I believe we must visit Sal and Wenna.” Godric concluded.

A week later

I had ridden for a whole week, but at last, I had found the Queen’s Lodge and, confidently approached the guards and declared “I am Lady Henriette of Wessex and demand to see Her Majesty. It is a matter of utmost urgency.”

#hp founders era #hogwarts founders era #hogwarts founders #oc: henriette of wessex #oc: brunhilda of cologne #helga hufflepuff #salazar slytherin #godric gryffindor #rousalie osada #a living dynasty #mywriting*

[pippafitzamobisleftblueconverse]

Hey guys! Heres what i think sals wishlist would be🥰!

-to get his stomach pumped

-to have someone give him cpr

-to be 6ft above the ground (like, maybe a building) not under the ground

-to not be framed for a crime he didn’t commit

-to have a normal history teacher

Anyways, rest in peace sal, you would’ve loved having ur stomach pumped (literally)