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kryptid-writes · 10 months

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Chapter 11 - Desperate Times

In an act of sheer desperation, Y/N prays to the one man that is always listening.

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Sam’s head comes clean off with a swift slice to the neck, rolling to the floor with a sickening splat. His knees buckle as his body collapses on the ground, a pool of blood quickly forming around him. His wide, lifeless eyes stare at Dean, the pained look forever painted on his face.

“YOU SON OF A BITCH!” Dean yells with a strangled cry, his body pinned against the wall by an invisible force.

“Wait your turn,” Lucifer taunts, admiring his work with a twisted smile.

“I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU!” He shakes with anger.

Lucifer shakes his head and laughs like Dean had just told him the funniest joke.

“Sammy…” Dean whispers, unable to peel his eyes away from his mutilated brother. Tears stream down his cheeks, a look of horror and sadness pains his face.

“Now,” Lucifer steps over Sam with complete disregard for what he’s done. “you won't be getting off so easily.” He stops, just inches away from his face.

“I know what you’ve been doing with my lover,” he growls, his irises glowing their intimidating red color. He caresses his cheek with the knife, just teasing the skin.

“Did you think you could get away with it?” He presses the blade just above his cheekbone, leaving a deep gash.

Dean grits his teeth, refusing to show his pain to Lucifer.

“Did you really think she could ever love someone like you?” Lucifer seethes, his face twisting with anger. “She is mine!” He growls. His hand flys up to grasp Dean’s neck, squeezing with an unrelenting force.

Dean desperately gasps for air, his eyes bulging and face turns a cherry red. “FUCK… YOU!” He chokes out, spitting directly in his face.

Lucifer growls and wipes the spit from his face in disgust. Without a second thought, he plunges the blade deep into his chest, taking pleasure in the gush of blood splattering his face.

Dean lets out a strangled scream that’s cut off by him choking on his own blood. His eyes widen with horror before going slack. His head drops forward and his body hangs limply.

“Pity, the game was over so fast.” Lucifer frowns. He releases his hold on Dean and his body slumps to the ground, twisting in grotesque ways. He crouches to his knees, looming over the bloody scene. “But it was fun while it lasted.” He smiles, admiring the gruesome scene he created.

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“NO!” I shot up in my bed, screaming at the top of my lungs. Unrelenting tears stream down my face to the point my vision is completely blurred. My chest becomes tight, my breathing coming in more shallow until I’m full on hyperventilate. My wings curl around me, shaking.

After what feels like hours, I calm myself down enough to get a grip on reality and swallow down my panic. “They’re not dead. Not yet. I can feel it.” For once, my connection with Lucifer is a blessing rather than a curse. “There’s still time,” I reassure myself, calming my nerves.

Jumping out of bed, I grab the phone that Sam had given me for emergencies and dial his number with shaky hands .

“Pick up dammit. PICK UP!” I curse, pacing back and forth as the phone rings.

“It’s Sam, leave a message,” the answering machine says as if it were taunting me.

“We need to talk, NOW!” I leave a message, before disconnecting. I desperately dial Dean’s number, praying that he will pick up.

“This is Dean’s other, other cell, so you must know what to do.”

“We need to talk immediately! I’m serious, you’re in danger!” I yell into the phone, before disconnecting the call once again.

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6 hours. It’s been 6 fucking hours since I first called. No response. What’s the point of leaving me a number if you wont even pick up the phone.

I twirl the cheap burner phone in my hand, taking another sip of whiskey straight from the bottle. In times like this, I don’t see the point of drinking from a glass, I’d only have to refill it countless times.

I clumsily dial Sam's number again for what must be the hundredth time today. At this point, the sound of his voice on the answering machine practically burned into my brain.

“It’s Sam, leave a message.”

“FUCK!” I yell, just barely resisting the urge to smash the phone on the ground to pieces. I down the last of the bottle, still not feeling as drunk as I would like to be.

I can’t stop my brain from running a million miles per minute, replaying the thoughts that have plagued my brain for hours. I’ve considered the possibilities over and over, every single course of action I could possibly take. It all leads to the same conclusion. I know what I must do.

Calling up Dean’s phone for the last time, I pray that he answers. The phone rings and the last bit of hope that I hold onto slips away as the familiar recorded message plays.

““This is Dean’s other, other cell, so you must know what to do.”

I sigh and pause for nearly a minute, unsure of what to say, before I bite down my fear and start talking. “Dean, I’m not sure what to say, but I want to leave you one final message. You and Sam are in serious danger. I had a dream that Lucifer kills you both, and I can’t let that happen. I know what I have to do,” I pause for a second. “I’m going to give myself over to Lucifer in exchange for your lives. I’ll ensure Castiel gets home too. This is my mess and I have to be the one to clean it up.” I fall silent, choking back the tears that threaten to spill.

“I’m sorry for dragging you into this. I’m sorry it ends like this. I’m sorry for everything. I’m just… I’m so sorry Dean. I wish we never got into that stupid fight, I wish I could've told you how much I care about you, how you make me feel things I can’t explain.”

“Tell Sam, thank you for everything,” I sniff.

“I guess this is goodbye Dean, take care.” I end the call, the line goes dead with a long beep. I smash the phone on the ground, broken pieces shooting off in every direction, releasing just a smidge of the pent up frustration that I have been holding onto.

I wipe my eyes and put on my best poker face. I take one last look around at the bunker. It had once been an unfamiliar prison that I was confined to, but now, it’s like the home I’ve always desperately craved. A deep sadness radiates through my core as I give one last goodbye to my home and the only family I've ever had. I find my way to the exit, shutting off the lights and closing the door behind me.

Stepping into the outdoors, the sun shines high above the sky and thick foliage extends around me, as far as the eye can see. The fact that I am really in the middle of nowhere truly sinks in as I take in the world around me. The soft wind blowing in my hair is a feeling I had almost forgotten in my time hidden away in the bunker. The crows in the tall mossy trees caw and the mourning doves coo softly, perhaps the last sign of innocent life I'll see for a long time.

I close my eyes and pray to the one man that I know is always listening. “Okay Lucifer, come and take me. I’m ready.”

In a matter of seconds, the sound of wings flapping rushes through the wind and Lucifer stands tall before me. He’s covered head to toe in what I can only assume is Cas’s blood.

“Hello my love.” He gives me a cocky, but sweet smile. His eyes gaze into mine with an adoring look. “Just couldn’t resist, huh?” He chuckles. “I always knew you’d come back to me.” He places a hand on the small of my back and in the blink of an eye, the world spins and I’m taken far away from the bunker.

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Weekly Pond Newsletter!

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rowendoesthings · 2 years

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to the guest reader that found my shitty spamton/self-insert and decided to kudos: (/nm /nbh)

how'd you fucking find that????? i removed all the tags, i changed the summary and title, there should be NO way it pops up- wait i just remembered the fandom tag. and how you need a fandom to actually post to or ao3 wont let you (/nsrs)

did you- were you going through the ENTIRE FUCKING deltarune tag???? and decided to check out the shit with NOTHING to go off of??????? (/rt)

....y'know what, i respect it. i respect that shit, and might put the tags back on that bad boy. i might even revamp the story and put my big boy balls back on to keep it up. you inspire me, guest user (/lh)

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28 w/ jon risinger?

"Put me down!" You scream, Jon had you over his shoulder and he was carrying you around despite your protests and softly hitting his back. You couldn't be mad, you were laughing as he tipped you gently on the best and hovered over you.

"Are you going to make up for that?" You were making out beforehand so you knew he was hot and flustered too, and needed a bit of a release.

“Make me” Jon smirks, bending down and planting eager kisses trailing from you neck down.

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adscititious-cacoethes · 4 years

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“Remove the hand before I remove it for you” in the Petrichor universe with Michael?

This is in the same universe as Petrichor, but it’s not the exact same canon, because in the original I had a few allusions of Michael and Lindsay being together, and this took a romantic turn…

If you’re not super familiar with Petrichor, it is a modern fantasy AU with supernatural elements, and Geoff runs AH - a group of supernatural beings who act as a sort of pseudo police/gang group that monitors the supernatural presence of the city and deals with the stuff that the “normal” police wouldn’t be able to, and whatnot.

Pairings: Michael J./ReaderWarnings: swearing, threatening violence, general warnings that should be given when Michael is involved. open ended, can be interpreted as kind of sad? idk, that’s for you to decide for yourself.

Enjoy!

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You were relatively new to Ramsey’s crew, but up until this point, you had gotten on with the rest of them like a house on fire.

Key words, of course, being “up until this point.”

You weren’t sure what you had done, but for some reason, Michael had taken a sudden and acute stance change from “friendly” to “completely ignoring you.”

As a fire nymph, you figured that the demon, whose original domain is bathed in fire and brimstone, would be the easiest person to become friends with. And at first, you thought that was true. Michael was charming, if a little hot-headed, and seemed to give you tiny, secret smiles when the others weren’t looking. It made your heart flutter in time with your wings. It wasn’t long after you started when he started saving you a muffin at breakfast when he knew that it was your favorite or sitting in the chair you had decided was your “favorite” chair for briefing meetings until you arrived so that it was saved for you.

It was cute. Michael was cute. The two of you got along well. And it wasn’t more than a few months into your employment with AH that you realized you were starting to like him, in a schoolgirl crush/romantic sort of way. At first, you were too scared to admit it to yourself, however eventually (with a lot of needling from Jeremy, who had accidentally discovered your crush), you decided to stick out an olive branch and see where it led.

But, as soon as you sent him a tiny, secret smile back one night after a particularly rough run-in with some Unseelie fae that had been causing a ruckus, the next morning - poof! - it was like you didn’t exist.

And, frankly, after a week, it was starting to piss you off.

The first thing you did after you realized that no, this was not just a “Michael-being-moody” thing and was, in fact a “Michael-pointedly-ignoring-you” thing, was go to Ryan. The vampire had been in charge of your little group outing, so he was the most logical person to ask if you had done something that would warrant Michael ignoring you.

When you had finally found the elusive Elder Vampire, holed up in his office (even though you had checked there thrice earlier and he had not been there before), he had just responded with a shrug and a wave of his hand.

“It’s Michael,” he stated with a frown as he fiddled with a gadget that looked to be at least a century older than you were, “I try not to figure him out anymore. Gives me too many headaches.”

“You say that about everyone.” You retorted shortly, hands on your hips.

Ryan blew hair out of his face, finally looking up at you, “Exactly. And you’re about to be added to that list of “everyone.” Ask Gavin or something, I don’t know.”

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Heeding Ryan’s advice, you waited a day or two to see if Michael got over his whatever, and when he hadn’t, you set out in search of Gavin.

The siren, turns out, much easier to find.

“Hmm…” He pulled at his beard, looking off into the distance as you told him your tale. Something flashed across his unnaturally blue eyes - a glint of recognition, maybe? - but it was gone before you could have the time to pinpoint what you saw.

“Well?” You huffed, tapping your foot.

“I dunno. He’s my Michael-boi, but he hasn’t said much to me about it.” Gavin finally said with a shrug that looked suspiciously like Ryan’s had, dancing away before you had the chance to probe him for further information.

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It seemed, however, that while your brief chat with Gavin brought you to a dead end, it had also amped up Michael’s avoidance of you. Instead of just pretending you didn’t exist, he had escalated to making every excuse to leave the room as soon as you entered, swapping out with others on scouts and missions, and so on.

You endured this for three more days before you couldn’t take it anymore. Michael was in the kitchen, his back to you, and before you could realize what you were doing, you were striding towards him, cornering him in the kitchen.

“Michael, we need to talk -” You stated, putting your brave face on as you lightly grabbed his shoulder with your hand.

He spun around with faster reflexes than you knew he had and glared at you. His eyes seemed forever dark, an inky black had spread into his irises from his pupils. You took a split-second to decide whether or not pissing off the demon was worth it.

You decided it was.

“No, we fucking don’t. Remove the hand before I remove it for you.” Michael spat, trying to step away from you, but you were faster, reaching out and floating forward in time with his movements to latch onto his wrist, this time.”

“Yes, we do! I’m not leaving, Michael, not until I understand why you’re ignoring me.” You pushed, trying to portray your hurt and despair over his actions with your voice. If only he would understand.

“I said, get off!” Michael practically roared, wrenching out of your grip and you watched as his body began to smoke, inky black, and the smell of ash and fire burned your nostrils.

You knew it was supposed to be a threat, a warning. But Michael was forgetting that you were also made from fire. You let your own aura glow, your fiery wings revealing themselves, and you felt the flames licking at the tips of your fingers.

“I just want to understand, Michael! Why are you ignoring me?” Despite your own show of power, you pleaded, unsure of how to get through to the hot-headed demon.

The darkness that surrounded Michael vanished as quickly as it came, and he sagged back against the countertop, “I just…I like you, okay? I can’t risk you getting hurt. I can’t risk it happening, not again.” He sighed and brushed past you, and you, too in shock at his confession, let him go.

It took you a moment to bring yourself back together, but once you did, you went back to searching for Michael. No matter what he thought, the conversation wasn’t over.

You weren’t giving up on him.

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5lbsofsmarties · 5 years

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Hey how about either 11 or 62 , western au with either sam or your boy aleks

Word Count: 867@tardisgrumpI’m not dead, promise.

There was a heavy beating in your chest as your fingers clumsily worked to secure your horse’s reins to the hitching post you pulled up on outside of the local saloon. You knew that there would be someone coming along not far behind, and if they found you it would not end well for you. Once satisfied that your horse would not make a grand escape, you turned tail and all but ran into the saloon.

Inside there were people everywhere. Men drinking and gambling. Women in gorgeous dresses entertaining the room. People from all walks of life nearly passed out along the bar. However, you didn’t have time to stop and take in everything as you made your way over to the stairs. As your foot hit the bottom step you heard the door swing open, clattering against the wall.

Casting a glance over your shoulder, you spotted the two Pinkerton agents you’d been trying to escape for the last day or so. They’d come down on the last job your group tried to pull a few towns over and lost the trail on most everyone else, but they’d been a little more clever when it came to looking for you. You knew that they didn’t know for sure that you were here, so you had to think fast.

You scurried up the stairs to try and put as much distance between you and the Pinkertons.

At the end of the hall you happened upon an open room and threw yourself into it, slamming the door harshly behind yourself. You slumped against the door momentarily to try and catch your breath before you had to think of a plan. From across the room the sound of someone clearing their throat caught your attention.

Your head whipped to the side to see a man sitting on the bed in the room. He had wild straw colored hair and eyes that looked like a lake in the midday sun. A worn brown leather hat sat beside him, and his vest was unbuttoned, as well as the top few buttons of his white shirt. He slowly lifted a bottle to his lips and took a long swig as he stared at you.

“I-I’m so sorry, sir. I didn’t mean to intrude on you. I was just tryin’ to-”

Before you could finish your sentence, the sound of heavy footfalls and loud knocking out in the hall came floating through the door. You could hear the Pinkertons going from room to room and your heart sank.

The man stood up and adjusted his belt as he did so, “Get under the bed.”

At first you weren’t sure if you heard him correctly, but then there was a thunderous knock at the door and he fixed you with a look. Nodding, you quickly rounded the bed and slipped underneath, holding your breath as the strange man pulled open the door. From where you were lying you could see only the man’s boots and the door was cracked enough to just see the boots of at least one of the Pinkerton’s in the hall.

“Evenin’, sir. We’re here with the Pinkerton Detective Agency lookin’ for a criminal that goes by the name of Y/N. She’s incredibly dangerous and possibly armed. Would you mind lettin’ us have a look around for her?”

There was a long pause and for a brief moment you were sure that the man was going to turn you over. “Well, I just got into town from a long trip and was just about to retire for the evenin’. I got myself a drink and came up to my room, so unless this mysterious woman is hiding in my bottle here, I don’t see a reason for you to be distrubin’ me like this,” he drawled, chuckling softly to himself.

“Have yourself a good night. Good luck findin’ her,” he said, taking a step back and closing the door tightly.

You waited under the bed for a bit longer until you could hear the Pinkerton’s walk off down the hall again. Slowly, you slipped back out and got to your feet, dusting off your clothes as you did so. “Thank you,” you breathed, giving him an uneasy smile.

“Y/N,” he spoke slowly, walking back to the bed sit down, “You run with the gang that’s been hidin’ in that old abandoned shiner’s house, huh?”

You rolled your eyes, “So much for hidin’ if everybody knows we’re there.”

He chuckled and nodded, “I’m Sam, by the way.”

“Thank you, again, Sam,” you said, walking closer, “I’ve got t’ get goin’ though. If they’re still lookin’ here, it’ll give me some time to get goin’.”

Before Sam could say much else, you bent at the waist to press a quick, but firm, kiss to his lips, as your other hand reached for the bed. “Maybe we’ll see each other again and I can repay you properly,” you grinned as you stood up. As you headed to the door, you raised a hand and settled Sam’s hat on the top of your head.

“Til next time,” you teased, tossing a wink over your shoulder as you slipped from the room.

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Date posted: 20 Jan 2018

A/N: Y’all can thank @trevorcollumns for this part actually being completed. She’s become a nagging motivation and I love her to pieces for keeping me inspired with this fic. She refuses to let my interest move elsewhere, and I’m really thankful. Cya soon, my bitch. You can nag me in person soon!

The skull stares at you. It’s black empty sockets screaming with a loneliness that is not only striking, but fearful. Like the creature it once was continues to lament over its last moments alive. Jaw dislocated and limp, but cries so loud they’re deafening.

Ryan is right, the remnants of the animal before you hadn’t fallen to an ordinary predator.

The grooves carved into it’s features wander like footpaths traipsed through familiarity, smooth and deliberate when unwrapping the skin from bone. Intelligent. Not clusters of claw marks in sets of threes and fours, and not the aftermath of clumsy teeth trying to keep a hold - but created with a precision that you just can’t place.

Can’t place, at least, until an outstretched finger touches the bone. All at once the base of your skull is left searing, a prickling pain that glides smoothly up the centre of your head, right over until coming to sting at the bridge of your nose. Along with it comes a heat that circles your neck, the hollow of your throat closing with the pressure of unseen fingers.

“Fuck!” You recoil instantly, shuddering and hoping to pass the discomfort off as a reaction to the cold. The word slips from your lips before you can catch a breath, Ryan placing a cautionary hand against your lower back to stop you from toppling out of the crouch you’re folded into. “You’re right, this isn’t an animal… But why wouldn’t whoever it is take the head?”

“Y/N, come on.” Ryan gives you a concerned look. “Why’re you freaking out? I was kidding about the murder mystery thing. It’s probably just left over from a camper who needed a good meal.”

“In this weather?”

He doesn’t have a response.

Letting the hand he has against your back guide you into sitting, your legs guard the sides of the skull. You can’t help following the grooves; pressing their image against the memories you have of those adorning the window frames of Motbury, and decorating the bodies you’re now too familiar with.

“Why,” you ask again, reaching out to the bone again and pulling it into your lap, “would someone meticulously remove the head of a creature, skin the skull, and not take it with them? Surely a hunter wouldn’t chop off and clean the head before taking the body away. That doesn’t make sense.”

He struggles, uncertain of what answer you might possibly want. Taking the skull from you, Ryan turns it over in his hands, examining the clean separation that had seen it removed from the spine in the dimming evening light. “Well,” he says, “maybe he didn’t need it.”

The feeling of cobblestone pounds against the soles of your feet. Hard and aching in the cold. Bitter with every slap of your shoes as you run. The orange glow of streetlights trace the path you carve through the town, chasing the shadows you leave behind and playing in your hair. Scampering between your legs and leaping across the stone you bound over. Glinting against the black ice that has already managed to trip you twice, ground kissing the skin it’s left bruised across your hip and thigh.

Ryan’s confusion still rings in your ears. His alarmed expression, of which you had left in the snow as you’d rocketed to your feet and started moving, haunts the darkened spaced between houses and shop fronts.

“What, Y/N? What’s wrong - wait, where’re you going? Y/N, slow down. Y/N-”

He’d snatched out, crumpling to his knees as you’d darted away.

Instead of explaining, you’d thrown him an incoherent response and reminder for him to join dinner that night with nothing else on your mind besides racing thoughts and a need to find Detective Dooley. To hurl definitive evidence at his feet and demand that he acknowledge the grooves that match those found clinging to buildings. To force him to address the links exposed by the timeline you and Michael had slaved over. To make him see, once and for all, that the removal of the head and the slaughter of animals oh so long ago has to mean something. It just had to.

It had to.

The skull, minor in its existence, brings the three factors they’d been scratching their heads over together with clumsy a bow. Solidifying the concept of a copycat killer so much so that Jeremy will be unable to argue, and parading the fact that that whoever had been killing livestock hadn’t upgraded to children, but had kept a clear line between those he hunts. One for food, and one for fun.

It isn’t much, but it consumes you. Taking over your being and vibrating in your limbs, stretching tight across your icy cheekbones. But it’s more than the relief of a definitive copycat that spurs you on. Ryan’s comment had stirred something inside you. Flipped a switch and brought blinding possibilities you hadn’t yet considered.

If the killer didn’t take the skulls of animals because he didn’t need them or want them - he must have had a reason for collecting the heads that he does.

Your rampant thoughts, along with your being, collide into the figure in front of you. So dizzy in your mind that it takes you a moment to register the shock, the man is already grunting and skirting past. Swallowed again by the night. A shake of your head sees the panic dislodge and recognition take its place.

“Jeremy?” you call, waving a hand above your head and stumbling after him. “Hey, wait up. You’re just who I’m looking for.”

He doesn’t. Instead his head tucks deeper into his coat, shoulders hunched. The quickness of his pace is hard to match, but you manage.

"Slow down, J, I need to talk to you," you plead, catching his arm. But he still doesn't stop, shaking free and powering on into the snow. Recoiling, stung, you jam your hands into you pockets. "Are you kidding me? C’mon man, stop messing around. This is important."

“Then why don't you go and tell Ryan?”

The words burn, lashing out and leaving your skin raw.

“Excuse me?” you demand faintly, “what does Ryan have to do with anything?”

"I just figured," he starts, finally facing you with an expression set in stone, "that considering how close you've gotten, he's all you need."

“I'm trying to talk to you about the case, Detective. You know, the one where kids are dying? And you think now's a good time to go digging around in my personal life?”

"Why not?" he asks hollowly, and you take a step back. “Why shouldn't I treat you like everyone else in this town? I’d be covering all the bases like you want me to.”

“Jesus Christ, Jeremy!” you snap, infuriated at the man who cowers from your anger for a brief moment. “What the fuck is your problem? Just because you fancy Ryan doesn’t mean you get to be an ass to me!”

“Fancy Ryan?” He almost laughs, but stops himself, instead settling for bewilderment. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Stop it.” Your eyes narrow at his defence, in no mood for his denials. A sharp gesture of your hand cuts his confusion, letting it fall noisily to the floor. “You know exactly what I’m talking about.” You’re seething, body desperate to pace and yet feet remaining rooted to the cold, frozen ground. Through the dark you struggle with his expression, equally hurt by his scowl as he is with your own. “Jon already told me that you’re interested in him. Which is fucking fine, and I get that you’re hurting in this situation. But don’t you dare go around being an absolute asshole to both of us, just because you can’t get what you want. We have a job to do, and I’m your friend.”

He’s shaking his head, eyes wide and mouth pouted open. This time he can’t stop the laugh, harsh and mocking in the night’s biting air. “You’re kidding? You think I don’t like you guys hanging out because I’m in love with Ryan?”

You stop, accepting his simple explanation with a tight nod. You resist the urge to shuffle guiltily, uncomfortable with confronting his feelings with such volatile accusations.

Jeremy’s jaw sets, fists balling by his side while he turns bitter. “Oh, you’ve caught me. I’m interested in him, alright? Really really interested.”

A rattling sigh bounces from your lungs, falling flat in the snow. You knew this would be inevitable, and sucking in a breath and as much confidence as possible, you start the conversation you’d rather not have. “Look, Jeremy, Ryan and I-”

“I’m interested in him because he’s a person of interest, you fucking moron.”

The words stop, clinging to your tongue and scampering back down your throat before you can comprehend his vicious growl. “A person of interest? You mean-”

“I mean that you’ve been trying to date a god damn murder suspect.”

“Oh.” The shock expelled from your lips forms with a gentle pop, and with it his expression softens. Regretfully he gathers his apologies, rubbing them comfortingly into your arm. Tears well, but you don’t let them fall, feeling them thicken in your throat. “Wow J. I- I just… I can’t believe this.”

“I know, Y/N, it was hard for me to accept too, but-”

You jerk away, skin stinging from his touch. Recoiling, a few stumbles steps see the fountain greet the back of your knees, accusations like daggers. “I can’t believe you’d think your closest friend could be a part of this. That he could hurt children. After losing his own, for god sakes. What the fuck is wrong with you? It’s like - It’s like you don’t even know him.”

“Yeah, sure, lost his own, wha- you’re not listening, are you? Because you just obviously know him better, huh? All that time you’ve spent together, all those nights stumbling home arm in arm - yeah, I fucking know about that because we’ve got men watching his every fucking move so he doesn’t kill another kid - it must mean that you know him better than me? Bearing in mind, Y/N, you were the one that dated a god damn serial killer and refused to accept it, not me. And it got people killed.”

Your spine straightens, bite so lethal he shrinks away. The sharp breath sears through your lungs, mind reeling from the night that haunts your dreams and forced you to run from all that you love as he jams it into your hands. It’s your turn to ball your fists, clutching your coat close with the enraged whip of wind. It takes all you have not to launch across the space and punch him, to refrain from falling to your knees and screaming like there’s no tomorrow.

When you speak your voice is low, far more threatening than intended, but appreciated all the same. “Yeah, I guess I do know him better.”

Jeremy wants to snap back, but you don’t let him.

“I must do, because I know what type of person he is, Jeremy. And he’s a damn good one. And I also know what obsessing over a case does to people like us. I was too blind to see Charlie for who he was, because I was too busy focusing on someone else. Someone innocent, remember? I chased him to the point where he couldn’t handle the hounds and killed himself. Do you remember that, huh? Remember when we charged into his apartment and found him hanging, then got the call that my sister was dead all in the same hour?”

Jeremy doesn’t speak, as frozen as the world around him. If he could swallow his comment, he would. He’d forgotten the raw hurt, the agony in your eyes whenever you’d talk about your sister - and hadn’t realised it was still as fresh as ever. He can’t look at you anymore, glaring at his fingers as they slowly blotch purple. And you don’t look at him, either. Can’t stand his guilt, can’t stand seeing him the way he was all those years ago, watching your sister’s blood coat his hands after he’d done all he could to save her.

“I won’t let you make the same mistakes I did, Jeremy. I won’t let you drive yourself, or Ryan, into madness, just because you don’t know how to stop and see a bigger picture.” You turn to leave, stopping only to spit your final remark into the street you’re desperate to escape. “Oh, and once you’re done condemning Ryan you might want to talk to him, seeing as he’s just found the evidence we need to link the killer as a copycat to the Widow of the Woods story.”

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treycoffcentral · 5 years

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Hey guys... I've been ridiculously inactive, like a year or longer, and I am very sorry for that. Life and lack of motivation/inspiration to write has gotten in the way.

So, my solution is that I would like everyone to know that Submissions are open, please feel free to submit anything and everything Trevor Collins Fanfiction related. I also have some requests from forever and a day ago that I will post without response so that if you find inspiration from such requests, you can jump on board.

I was considering giving this blog away but its a secondary blog and in order to give it away I would have to give away the main as well, which I still use on the daily for random-ass shit.

This can now be a community blog for are favourite Trevor Boy.

#trevor collins fanfic #trevor x reader #trevor #treyco x reader #treyco #rt reader insert #rt imagine #rt ff #ah reader insert #ah imagine #ah ff #achievement hunter reader insert #achievement hunter imagine #achievement hunter fanfic

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5lbsofimagines · 6 years

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Announcing Your Marriage to Aleks:

It’s well known to the fans that you’re together

And you’re both fairly open with your relationship

Save for a few personal things

Everyone knows that you got engaged

Aleks vlogged the whole ring shopping experience

But you both kept wedding planning fairly under wraps

The wedding itself was great

And a few weeks later a CCTV is posted

“ALEKS AND Y/N GOT MARRIED”

On location your hotel suite

Shot after the recption

Everyone is pretty much wasted

You’re still in your dress

Aleks is in his tux - half undone

Brett and James are in their suits

Aleks has his arm around you the whole time

Everyone is laughing and smiling as they talk about how you two met, got together, got engaged etc.

When the video goes live you’re bombarded with tweets and comments

But it’s all so much love and support, surprisingly

And you really couldn’t be happier

#aleks marchant imagine #aleks marchant x reader #imgaine: aleks #cow chop imagine #rt reader insert #rtri #request

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snapmydisk · 5 years

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Hi! Can I request were the reader is another content producer for another company on the internet and over years she and Burnie have had a personal dislike of each other for whatever reasons. So when they are on stage or on set together for a con or something everyone expects a fight but they actually find common ground and enjoy each other. (Not romantic btw)

You nearly rolled your eyes when you heard Burnie wouldbe sharing this panel with you. Jeez that guy was annoying.

You got comfy at the table and said “So a lot of peoplehave been asking about my weight loss. So I bought a treadmill, put it in thelounge and spent my evenings playing games while running!”

“I did that too!” Burnie laughed “Although I did have tobe careful because I would sometimes walk off the machine…”

“Same here! The number of times I nearly tripped over thecat as well!” you laughed.

Within minutes it felt like no one else was in the room,instead the conversation flowed naturally, and you enjoyed his company.

As you left the stage, Burnie caught you backstage “Hey, doyou want to grab a coffee? I feel like we got off on the wrong foot when wefirst met and it would be nice to actually get to know you.”

You checked your schedule and agreed to a drink at alocal bar instead, maybe you could actually be friends with this guy eventually.

#burniexreader #platonic #rt reader insert

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spnfanficpond · 2 years

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LiveChat Recap - We have a Twitter!

Our talk was short and sweet, but informative!

In case you hadn't noticed us talking about this before, we have a Twitter account! (Click here to check us out and give us a follow!) To go along with that account, we have brought on @coffee-obsessed-writer, aka Jen, aka @rambleon_writer, to run things over there. Jen knows WAY more about Twitter and tweeting and interacting than any of us other admins, since she has run successful fan accounts on Twitter in the past. With her help, we hope to expand our community on both platforms!

A rundown of everything that's happening is below the cut!

Some of our goals include:

Attracting more ship writers, both Destiel AND Wincest among others, to the Pond (since we're mostly made up of reader insert writers, at the moment)

Support even more writers wherever they may be

Become a source for readers on Twitter to find SPN fanfiction

Inspire more writers to write in different ways with new challenges

To those ends, we're trying to find and follow as many SPN fic writers as we can find, and RT their fic tweets when they announce new chapters and such. Hopefully, this will help us bring in new writers, as well as supply fics for new readers! If you're on Twitter, tag us in your fic announcement tweets and we'll RT them!

We're also starting something called #TweetFicsTues! Every week, Jen will post some kind of a prompt and the challenge will be to write a story in 280 characters. It encourages us as writers to find all of the fat in a story that we can possibly cut while still painting a compelling picture. (Just remember to use the hashtag and tag the Pond in a reply or QT so we can RT your submission!) This will be posted only on Twitter, not cross-posted here on Tumblr, though anyone who wants to post their submission on Tumblr is definitely welcome to do that! (And tag us so we can reblog it here, too!)

Some FAQ (Well, we asked them, so figured you would, too!):

Can a Twitter person join the Pond if they don't have a Tumblr blog?

Yes!! We're hoping we can expand our reach and support as many writers as possible, so there will be no requirement to have a Tumblr blog moving forward!

Will all Twitter content be cross-posted to Tumblr and vice versa?

No. There will be similar content, sometimes, like reblogs/RTs from accounts that have a presence on both platforms, but not everything will be cross-posted. To see absolutely everything, you will have to follow on both platforms!

Will there be Twitter-specific activities?

Yes! We're starting with #TweetFicsTues! (As said above, if you want to cross-post your submissions to Tumblr, tag us here, and we'll reblog your submissions from here, as well.)

Will Tumblr-only folks lose any of the activities we've enjoying doing over the past seven years?

Nope! We're still doing Angel Fish Awards, and the New Member Spotlight, and Pond Diving, and everything else. That's why we brought on Jen to help out with Twitter, because we're already pretty busy over here on Tumblr, and we don't want to stop providing the supportive and creative community we've developed here!

That's everything we got to talk about today, and a little more, about this expansion. If you have any questions, or suggestions about what you'd like to see us do in the future (either on Tumblr or on Twitter), send us an ASK or send a message to any of the admins: @mrswhozeewhatsis, @fictionalabyss, @mariekoukie6661, and @coffee-obsessed-writer! We want to hear from you!

#chat recap #spnfanficpond #spnfanficpond livechat #michelle answers #chat room #pond chat #twitter

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trvrcllns · 6 years

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Just letting you all know that I’m writing a sequel to something that I wrote almost a year ago but I feel like no one is going to read it but I've had this on my mind for months. oh well.

Original fic

#ragehappy #rt reader insert

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rt-reader-inserts · 6 years

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To Protect You

Pairing: Cib x Reader

Word Count: 1,706

Prompt: Angsty Cib imagine? Por favor? (A/N: This was requested around the time ‘akrasia’ was released, so that’s when it takes place. Sorry it’s months late!!)

Warnings: Swearing, minimal violence.

You sigh as your phone continues to buzz, eventually turning your attention away from your laptop so you can check whatever is so important that it can’t wait until tomorrow. After the terrible day you’ve had, especially after all the arguments with Cib, you honestly just want to zone out on Netflix, but you aren’t able to do that while someone continually lights up your phone.

As you check your lockscreen, you’re greeted with several notifications, all from Steven and James.

3 missed calls from Steven S.

2 missed calls from James D.

Steven, 11:02pm: (Y/n), pick up the fucking phone

James, 11:03pm: There’s an emergency, we need to talk

Please, you gotta answer

Steven, 11:04pm: This isn’t a bit, you need to call us back right the fuck now

I can’t say this over text, please look at your goddamn phone

Don’t let anyone inside your apartment

At that message, you stop reading, your blood running cold as a wave of anxiety hits you, and you quickly swipe the notification to call him back. Hands shaking, you bite your lip, standing to your feet and pacing back and forth as the phone rings, unable to keep from wincing when you hear Steven’s voice.

“(Y/n), thank christ, listen, I— I don’t know how to say this, but… fucking hell…,” his voice breaks slightly, and you hear him sniff before continuing, “Parker, he— Parker’s dead, (y/n), he’s fucking dead and…”

You can hear his voice, still talking, still panicking, but your phone slips from your hand, falling to the hardwood at your feet, and you stand there, frozen. You can’t even begin to process what’s happening, your mind repeating the phrase over and over, but still figuring out nothing. Slowly, you kneel down and pick up the phone, your fingers almost numb as you do.

Steven is still going, and you begin to listen again as he says, “...and Cib, he ran off, we don’t know where the fuck he is, but he’s out of his goddamn mind and we— we don’t know what he’s doing.”

You don’t even bother getting up from the floor, slumping back against the couch as you pull your knees to your chest. “Dead… Parker is— Parker— ” you can’t get yourself to say it, the words caught in your throat.

“Listen, (y/n), keep your door locked, alright? If he’s gonna end up on anyone’s doorstep, it’ll be yours.”

You nod numbly, the thought that he has his own key popping up somewhere in the back of your mind, but it went mostly unnoticed amidst every other thought running through your head. “Steve, what do we do, where do we—”

A pair of feet appear in your line of vision, and you freeze, hesitating before looking up to see the figure looming over you. Cib’s eyes are sunken, tired, and he’s breathing heavily as he asks, “Is that Steven?”

Meanwhile, you hear persistent questioning in your ear, all along the lines of, “what’s going on?” but you can’t bring yourself to answer either voice. Instead, you rise your feet, legs trembling and almost collapsing beneath you.

“Cib… what did you do?” Your voice is shaking as you ask the question, a question you really don’t want an answer to. You see the blood on his hands, the look in his eyes, and you can’t help but wince as he takes a step toward you, unconsciously inching away until you hit a wall.

"Babe, listen," he continues to walk toward you, but you cut him off, your hands held out in front of you as you weakly warn him,

"Don't— don't take another step closer."

But he doesn't listen, moving forward, grabbing your wrists and pulling them down to your sides so he can stand in front of you, look you in the eye as he says, "I did this to protect you. I did this for us,” his breath reeks of alcohol, and you’re leaning as far against the wall as he continues, “for you.” "I never asked for this," your voice breaks as you speak, and you struggle to pull yourself out of his grip; but he's far stronger, his grip becoming almost painful, and your continued attempts to escape weaken. “He was my friend, and he was your friend too, wasn’t he?” There’s no response from Cib, not that you were expecting one. “He didn’t—” you close your eyes for a moment, sniffling as you try to force away the tears, “he didn’t deserve this!” "(Y/n), we can just forget about this, alright? We'll just, we'll keep going, like it never happened." His voice is desperate, and he leans down to your level, one of his bloodied hands moving to cup your cheek as he adds, "Please." He’s crying, tears rolling down his cheek, and your chest feels heavy. The moment feels like it might never end, his gaze piercing, his thumb brushing away the tears that streak down your face. Eventually though, you tear yourself away, ducking around him and running to the door with no clue of where you’re going. You can feel the smear of blood on your skin, hear him calling after you, and you just keep running, refusing to turn around.

That is, until you reach your car, and realize you have nothing on you but the phone in your hand. The sound of Cib’s footsteps only get closer, and you take a shallow breath before turning around, shuddering when you see him.

“(Y/n), please— please, don’t be afraid of me. I’m not gonna hurt you, I would never—”

“You killed him… he was your friend and you killed him; Cib, how could you, how could you kill anyone?” You find yourself shrinking in as he moves nearer, your hands moving to wipe away both the tears and blood that stained your cheeks.

“I couldn’t, I— I didn’t,” he runs a hand through his hair, gritting his teeth as he goes on to say, “all I could think about was you, and how he was always thinking about you. The fucker said he loved you, and I couldn’t— I couldn’t fucking stand it. He was trying to take you away, I couldn’t just let him.” His voice had grown to a shout, but at the sight of your trembling figure, his tone softens, “Friends don’t cross each other like that.”

Before you can say anything, he continues, “I just… I just wanted to teach him a lesson, and then— I looked down, and— and there was so much blood and he wasn’t moving and I, I, I didn’t know what to do…” He falls against you, pulling you close against him, and you can’t bring yourself to struggle against him. Sobbing softly into your hair, his fingers cling to the fabric of your shirt and you find yourself frozen in his arms. “I didn’t mean to, I didn’t mean to, I didn’t mean to,” he repeats it like a mantra, his voice barely a whisper.

Against your better judgement, you wrap your arms around him, your hand rubbing his back as he somehow holds you tighter. The blood on his hands stains your pajama shirt as it had your skin, and you can feel your ribcage shrink around your already straining lungs, crushing your pounding heart.

Hands trembling, you try to pull away, but he doesn’t let go, and you can’t find the strength to struggle as he leans almost all his weight against you. “Please don’t leave me,” he mumbles into your hair, his nails slightly digging into your back as he holds you to him, “I can’t lose you.”

“Cib, I—”

“Just let go of her, dude.”

You both hear James’ voice, and while you try to glance over to where he is, Cib just turns away, pulling you with him. His arms are almost crushing you now, and you’re struggling to breathe, trying to push him away as you say, “It hurts, Cib, please, just—”

“No! No, no, no, no, you’re not taking her away from me,” he almost growls, and your panic grows, pulse pounding in your ears as you begin to hit him. “Babe, just calm down, I got you—”

“You’re hurting me, let go!”

“If I let you go, they’ll take you,” he murmurs into your ear, pulling away to look you in the eye. His hands easily grip your wrists, both stopping you from hitting him and holding you in place. “I’m not letting anyone take you away from me.”

Your voice is weak when you respond, holding his gaze as you remind him, “You said you wouldn’t hurt me.”

He freezes at that, looking at you almost in shock, not saying a word, his grip still not loosening in the slightest. However, James makes quick work of that, easily removing Cib’s hands from you and pushing you in Steve’s general direction. You can’t keep from stumbling slightly, your legs shaking as you listen to the chaos behind you, James doing his best to calm, or maybe subdue, Cib.

And then you finally notice Steven’s presence, and how he’s looking at you with sad eyes, and how his arms are open just slightly; and then he’s gently wrapping an arm around your shoulders, telling you something. You can’t process any of his words, but they’re softly spoken, and you lean into your friend’s side as he starts to walk you away from the scene.

“You can stay with me and Alyssa tonight…”

“Don’t fucking do this, man.”

“…we’ll figure this shit out in the morning…”

“Let me go, dude, you can’t— you can’t take her!”

“…hopefully.”

Steve ushers you into the passenger seat, and as he closes the door, you look out the window to see an almost rabid Cib, fighting against James and slowly tiring himself out. Hugging your arms around your torso, you sink into the seat, body still trembling.

“We’re gonna figure this out, alright?” Steve assures you, reversing out of the parking lot as James struggles to push Cib into his own car. You know he’s not sure, though, he’s just trying to make you feel better, calm you down. Somehow, it still helps.

“I know.”

#mod emily #i'm back after a MILLION YEARS #cib x reader #cib imagine #clayton james imagine #clayton james x reader #sp7 cib #sugar pine 7 x reader #sugar pine 7 imagine #sugar pine 7 reader insert #cib x you #rt reader insert #rt imagine #rooster teeth x reader #rooster teeth imagine #rooster teeth reader insert #ragehappy

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rtscrobbles · 4 years

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Wait ok so have you seen the rooster teeth "prank" on achievement hunter where rt set up a whole carnival in the ah office??? And Chris does the "Chrissing booth" and has people pay him $5 to not kiss him.. but like what if the reader wants to kiss him and I just cant stop thinking about it

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A/N: Yes I have seen the prank video, was probably one of most wholesome video

Today was the day of the elaborate prank against achievement hunter, an entire circus in their small office, fit with a petting zoo as well. You were helping Blaine grab some finishing touches for decorations and other props to make the whole scene feel more authentic. You were just an intern so of course you got the not so fun jobs, but Blaine made it more interesting.

"Hey Y/N?"

"Yeah Blaine?" You were preoccupied with shoving a bunch of circus-esque props into a moderately sized cardboard box, which would do the job.

"How do you feel about Chris?"

Your heart stopped for a second, you thought you were very good at keeping your slight crush on Chris just a secret. "He's, uh, nice I guess. Why do you ask?" You hoped he couldn't tell you were panicking just a bit.

"Oh no reason," you could hear the lie in his voice. "Just uhh, don't pay him $5" Blaine elbows you on the way out, you follow him with your box in hand. What on earth was he on about?

Eventually it all made sense when you arrived into the achievement hunter office and there Chris was with his "Chrissing Booth" where you could pay him $5 to not kiss him. You felt the side of your cheek perk up releasing what Blaine meant. He eyed you off from the other side of the room, making body gestures towards Chris's direction.

You walked toward Chris and had to hold back, composing yourself. Okay now maybe it wasn't a secret you liked dorky Chris but you couldn't careless at this moment.

"Hey Chris, what happens if I don't pay you $5?" You proposed, he arched his eyebrow cockily in response.

"Guess you'll find out huh?"

You stood there for a second, lost for words. You couldn't make out any words, his response just froze you in place.

“Just shut up and kiss me.”

You stood on your tip-toes and placed a small kiss on his lips, your heart racing. You pull back only to see that Chris was beaming at you with wide smile...

and your co-workers cheering.

#chris demarais x reader #rt x reader #chris demarais imagine #rooster teeth imagine #rooster teeth x reader #rooster teeth fanfiction #rooster teeth fanfic #rt fanfic #rt fanfiction #rt imagines #rt imagine #rt reader insert

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