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jokin-around · 9 months
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what would gay ppl do without each other frankly?
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maddie-w-draws · 11 months
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fanart of my cat biting jason todd
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margotmilevaz · 1 year
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Hey everyone. Friendly reminder. It's probably time to wash your Big Hoodie. Throw it in with your laundry next time you run it. Peace n love
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loverbearbutch · 7 months
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tee hee! *bends you over a couch and fucks you from behind*
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anxious-lee · 7 days
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when your shy friend who only ever chuckles quietly at things finally giggles (and it's adorable)
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maxkirin · 1 year
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everybody:
me, talking about my OCs:
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Wally, eating cinnamon donuts: *lips puff up, throat starts closing, mouth and throat burns, tongue swells up*
Wally: ... wow that's crazy
Wally, still eating cinnamon donuts: Anyway-
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Magnus: *reading while cuddling Alex* Alex: what if I bit you right now Magnus: mm. I wouldn’t mind. Alex, shocked at that response: really? Magnus: *stickers out knuckle* Alex: heheheheh *nom*
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ya-zz · 7 months
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Ramattra Drabble
He looks up from his desk as he watches you fall onto his bed, face hitting the pillows below.
“Are you okay?” He asks.
“Far from it.”
The omnic turns in his seat. “Do you want to talk about it?”
There was silence in the room before you turn to look at him. “Yes.”
For once, he seems surprised. He puts his tablet down and fully turns, moving the chair closer to the bed.
“You have my attention.”
There was a slight hesitation as you started. “Memories from the past have come back… well- I guess it’s not a memory, more like a nightmare.”
Ramattra stays silent, arms crossing over his chest.
“It happened so long ago, but, it’s still fresh. I still remember. I don’t want to remember.” Tears prick your eyes. “I want to forget. I wish it never happened.”
“What… what happened to you?” He tilted his head, shoulders stiffening.
The hesitation from you was all he needed as he stood up and sat beside you, servos gently rubbing up and down your back.
“I suppose it makes sense.” He started. “While you did not show fear towards me, you still flinched. You were still hesitant.”
“It was never you. Never had been.”
“It took awhile for you to let me touch you.” His voice was calm before he states what you didn’t want to say. “You were attacked.”
A nod of agreement.
He pauses his movement monetarily. “I am sorry that happened.”
“Don’t be. It’s not your fault.”
“No, I know.” He pats your back, an indication he wants you to sit up. “Come here.”
You laid there for a moment longer before sitting next to him, head resting against his shoulder. Ramattra placed his hand on your arm, pulling you a little closer to him.
“You do not have to face it alone.”
“I always have done.” You sigh, feeling the tears spill. “You are the first I’ve told.”
“Did you not report it?” He asks.
“No… it took awhile for me to realise what had happened, and by that point… it was already too late.”
There was an anger building up inside of him but he doesn’t show it.
“I see.” His tone lowers. “You are brave for telling me.”
You hum in response, not knowing what to say.
“If I see the bastard, I will not hesitate to kill him.” His free hand balls into a fist.
“For once… I’d let you.” A slight, quiet laugh escapes you, though still evident in pain.
Ramattra chuckles, squeezing you against him as his hand rubs up and down your arm. He relaxes almost instantly.
“Anything for you, dear.”
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sweet-dyke-guts · 22 days
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asukiess · 8 months
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a lighthearted story about adrien comforting a very hungover marinette
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michiganstray · 6 months
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30-DAY WRITING CHALLENGE | DAY 2 | TRUTH
| DAY 1 is posted on @kalicohyo given it's relation to my wenvier fic
scream // tara carpenter
*roughly inspired by true events experienced by the author*
ᴏᴠᴇʀ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ maybe someday i'll be okay, but right now i don't know you used to tell me everything, and that's what hurts the most it would be easier if i hated you but i still miss the person that i thought i knew
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Tara had been off for a while. 
It had been – yet again – another year since the 2023 Ghostface attacks in New York, and even though everyone was on high alert, the youngest of the Core Four was the most skeptical. Not so much with caution per se, but more with distance and solitude. She spent the majority of her days in her room on her phone. She carried that thing everywhere too. She wasn’t leaving the apartment much, but when she came into the living room or kitchen, her phone was in her hand; she never set it down.
At night she wouldn’t eat much, but when the alcohol came out, man did she drink her calories instead. She’s been getting so drunk that Sam would have to guide her back to her room or Chad would physically have to pick her up and put her to bed. It wasn’t like her at all…
Today was the anniversary of her first attack – the night her world fell apart in a matter of seconds with a phone call and a knife. Everyone respected her pain, and the fact that her counseling sessions weren't going as well as Sam had hoped. 
Apparently, Tara withholds more information than she’s willing to give and struggles to get her thoughts and feelings out when certain topics are touched. Sometimes she shuts down completely and ends her time early by storming out of the office with tear-stricken eyes and her inhaler gripped in her hand. But Sam was working on that with the therapist, and they were starting to come up with a compromise with time and confidentiality.
Tara had an appointment today, matter of fact, but she had refused and canceled it herself. But her older sister had to respect this, given it was such a special day.
“Mindy, can you go ask Tara what she wants for dinner tonight?” Sam called from the kitchen, scanning the refrigerator’s inside before going to the pantry, only pausing to type up a list on her phone. 
“You bet.” The twin hopped up from the couch and made her way down the hall, shouting out as she approached Tara’s bedroom door and pushed it open. “Yo, T, what do you want for dinner? Sam’s askin’.” 
But the room was empty. There was no sign of Tara until Mindy laid eyes on her phone, which was face down on the bed near the pillows. Why, though? She’s been taking it everywhere, so why would she just leave it laying around now? But just before she could feed into her curiosity of Tara’s whereabouts, a faint but familiar voice trailed from behind the bathroom door.
“Whatever’s fine.”
That’s why. She thought a moment in the restroom would take no time. No one would know she was in there, so she could leave her phone unattended for a minute or two, to catch a break. Catch a break… She needed a break from the screen for sure.
“You sure?,” Mindy quizzed naturally as she picked up the younger’s phone only to realize she forgot to turn it off before leaving. 
“Yeah.”
But she barely heard the response, for what she found made her breathing shallow and her skin heat up. 
The device was filled with pictures, screenshots, videos, chats, and selfies of Amber Freeman – the Amber Freeman that betrayed all of her friends and targeted Tara as her first victim. But these revealed no such thing. They were all sweet and friendly. Photographs they took together. Late night text messages and chats. Small, silly clips of sleepovers, skipping class, and inside jokes. Screenshots of intimacy and promises that were now ashes and smoke. Even Tara’s music was sorted by the likes of Amber. The one currently playing was “The Way I Loved You” by Taylor Swift, and even Mindy knew those lyrics well enough to confer exactly what Tara was thinking. 
She spent the next 30 seconds or so, getting as much information as she possibly could before she heard the bathroom door click, and Tara came out of the darkness. She didn’t have time to put the phone down to go unnoticed, so she had to think fast, knowing that Tara would surely go to fetch it now that there was an unwanted presence in the room. She slipped it behind her back and into her pocket.
Tara stared at Mindy, and her panic immediately set in. She didn’t want anyone in her room, and she definitely didn’t want anyone in there when she wasn’t aware. She swallowed briefly before straightening her posture and fixing her gaze on the twin with dark eyes. “Why are you still here?” 
Tara’s tone was cold and sharp, reminding Meeks-Martin of the fictional character Wednesday Addams, which was more intimidating than humorous, even for Tara. But she just shrugged casually, glancing around in hopes to deflect the sparking tension, “Well…no offense, but I just think you should be in on the conversation for dinner. You haven’t been the best at eating what we make the past few days.”
“I’m not hungry,” Tara shook her head, shifting her weight with crossed arms. She felt her heart pound and her blood boil as she scanned for her phone near the head of her bed. It wasn’t there. But she couldn’t make a big deal about it in front of Mindy. That would only raise suspicion. “But I appreciate you looking out for me.”
“Still… You really should eat something, even if it’s just a little bit.”
“I said, I’m not hungry!” Carpenter snapped, taking the initiative to round the opposite side of the mattress and search for her current, most prized possession. She rummaged the blankets and pillows while murmuring to herself, “Fuck, where is it?”
“Where’s what?” Mindy played dumb. She knew exactly what she was looking for, but she also knew it wasn’t healthy for her, especially not today. She would never do something against Tara’s will, but this was severe and ongoing. Sam needed to know and so did her therapist. Amber Freeman was still fucking with Tara after two years of her passing, and she never had the proper mourning or recovery to cope with losing her best friend…maybe even girlfriend…
“My phone.”
“Uh, are you sure you didn’t take it in the bathroom with you?”
“Yes, Mindy. I’m sure.”
“Maybe you should go check again, just in case.”
And then there was the chime of a text message that belonged to the missing device that had Tara stiffening and her eyes going wide. Her cheeks flushed red, and her eyes became glassy with nerves as she stormed up to Mindy with a demanding hand. “Give it back.”
Mindy only shook her head slowly, reading Tara’s demeanor like an open book. This is what she’s been hiding. This is what she wanted no one else to know about. And now her secret was spilled. Her truth was told.
“Give me my phone, Mindy!”
Tara went to grab it from her back pocket, but she was blocked by a stronger forearm, though her shove was gentle. She huffed anxiously as her lip quivered and her voice cracked. “Give it!”
‘No,” Meeks-Martin made a break for it, tearing out of the bedroom and heading towards Sam, who was still in the kitchen. “Sam!”
“No, Mindy! Give it back, please!” 
Tara barreled after her in a plea. Rage and fear blistered her complexion and maimed her cold persona as she struggled to hold back her tears. This wasn’t happening. How could she have made such a stupid mistake? How was she to know Mindy would betray her privacy like this? She should’ve kept her phone with her.
She should’ve done a lot of things…
Samantha spun around in alarm, her hand immediately going to the knife holder as Mindy skidded to a halt in front of her and pushed Tara’s phone in her face.
“Look.”
Sam took the device and started indulging, while Tara caught up in a hollering fit.
“Sam! Sam, give me my phone!” Carpenter reached for what was hers, but her sister denied and pulled it up out of her reach to continue reading, imagining, seeing… “Sam, plea-hease! Stop!”
Sam stared in shock, letting her hand fall onto the counter and her brow harden in awe - not of her sister but of the she-devil that groomed her. Her jaw sharpened with clenched teeth and her breath hitched in her throat, while she drowned out the upset outbursts of her sibling, who was surely crumbling under the pressure of confession. 
Tara couldn’t hold her emotions back as she turned back to Mindy and shoved her back. “Fuck you!”
The small girl retreated back to her room and slammed the door with such force, it made the keys on the key rack fall and Chad come out of his room with his gaming headset on.
“What. The. Fuck…” He gazed with wide eyes, completely unaware of what was happening as he looked from Sam to Mindy, who stared at the floor and bit her lip. “What’s happening?”
A moment of silence was shared before his twin spoke up, glancing at him through her eyelashes, “Tara’s not over Amber Freeman… She’s the reason why she’s acting so weird…”
Chad’s expression fell in confusion before she continued.
“And she’s pissed because I found out, took her phone, and showed it to Sam.”
“Took her phone?” He looked to Sam, who had lowered the phone but was still fixated. “What’s on her phone?”
“Everything Amber had ever sent her…”
Chad pulled his headset around his neck before he shut his door and met the two in the kitchen, giving a quick peek down the hall before whispering, “Like what?”
“You name it,” Mindy blinked with a subtle sigh. She felt guilty, and she knew she was going to have to make this up to Tara, but she was doing her a favor. She needed to be cut free from the binds of dating a serial killer, even if she was truly in love with her. “It’s all there…”
“Sam?” The athlete wanted her opinion on the content, but the oldest just shut the phone off and tucked it into her pocket before pushing past the twins. “What– You’re gonna go talk to her?”
“Stay here,” was her reply, carrying herself in that intimidating strut she inherited from her father, “I need to talk to her alone.”
“Okay…”
Tara sat on her bed, curled up with her knees to her chest and her head down as she cried by herself. Her chest ached and her head throbbed. Her sinuses clogged and her body felt like it had the morning she woke up in the hospital after her first attack. After Amber attacked her… 
She couldn't breathe, because there was no room to. The hits had been one after another, and she was stuck in no man’s land. 
She thought everything would be okay as long as she kept a secret, told a lie, and tried to forget by herself. She knew what she had to do, but she couldn’t. She couldn’t let that angel of darkness go, because she had been there when no one else had. She had been there through every first day of school, every family fight, every moment of neglect, every bad thought, and every lonely night. It was always Amber. She was there no matter what time of night or day. She was there no matter how big or small the problem was. And she was there no matter how loved or unloved Tara felt. 
Tara loved Amber. Hell, she was prepared to fight and potentially die for her, and after the truth was revealed – after everything she did to her – all the words, touches, whispers, hugs, time, effort…it was all meaningless? There was no way… They made plans and swore on their lives. They made promises and vowed to keep them. They loved each other, and even though they were just friends, they both knew they considered each other something more.
In one night all of that shattered to a million lost pieces. Tara was left alone, lost in a sea of broken glass that sliced her with every text, photo, and memory. She tried to outrun it, but the faster she moved, the deeper the cuts became. And she had no way of stitching them back up, for even though it was agony, she liked the feel because it reminded her of how it used to be. 
She wanted Amber. But Amber didn’t want her. 
And what hurt the most? She didn’t know how long it was like that until…
Tara jumped at the touch of a hand on her head as her hair was stroked. She sniffled with a small sob before peering through blurry vision. She didn’t need to see to know who’s touch that was. 
“Tara…” Sam’s tone was soft, which was unexpected, given that she had beef with Amber from the start. Amber had taken the “big sister” role to an extent once Sam left, and that truly haunted her. She thanked her lucky stars that she had spared Tara until she was able to make it back to Woodsboro, but then again, that was the plan all along. What if Sam wasn’t in Modesto? What if she was running the streets & losing her way when Tara needed her most? Would Amber have come back and realized Tara still needed someone she could rely on, someone to confide in? There was no telling what would’ve happened if things didn’t fall into place the way they had. But she couldn’t lose Tara again, and she refused to let the ghost of Amber Freeman try to take her away for a second time. She’d be damned if she allowed that to happen. “Hey…”
Tara sniffled, wiping her eyes aggressively as she tried to push a growl through her whimpers, “Are you here to yell at me, too? Say that she just was a serial killer and never gave a fuck about me? That all of that meant nothing, and that I’m just a dumbass that fell for everything?”
“No,” Sam shook her head, tucking a loose strand of hair behind Tara’s ear, “No… I’m here to tell you that it’s okay, Tara.”
The younger’s breath hitched as she raised her face to focus on her big sister better. She wasn’t expecting those words at all. “What?…”
She gave a small smile and repeated herself. “It’s okay. I’m in no place to tell you how you should feel or what you should think, that’s for you to decide. I’m not Mom. I’m not going to accuse you about your affiliations with a serial killer. I of all people would understand that. You didn’t know…”
Sam raised her sibling’s chin when she dipped it in another soft sob, “You didn’t know, Tara. And because you didn’t know, you can’t be blamed.”
“B-But…” Tara panted in between ragged breaths, her asthma kicking up, “It felt so re-heal, Sam! I thought…” She trailed off in small jerks, holding back the wail that swelled in her chest as she pulled away from her sister and laid her head back down, rubbing it against her pillow in a weak tantrum. 
“You thought what?”
Tara struggled to catch her breath as she broke down, clutching her sheets and gritting her teeth until her jaw pulsed from the strain. She let her legs kick out before yanking them up to her torso once more and gave a heavy exhale in preparation for her next words. “I-I thought she loved me… Cause I loved her…”
Samantha blinked her tears away as her throat tightened upon the sight of Tara’s pain – it was the worst view in the world. “I– I know you did.”
“I would’ve done anything for her…,” Carpenter continued on, trembling against Loomis’ touch as she cried aloud. “And I had to shoot her, Sam! It was me! I killed my best frie-hend, saw her body hit the fu-hu-cking floor and bleed out! She did so many horrible things to me, and I can’t stop thinking about he-her! I miss her! I want her ba-hack, Sammy!”
Sam watched her fall apart in uncontrollable gasps and heartbreak. For two years she had been dealing with this. For two years she had kept it hidden. For two years she had been reminded of what was and what could’ve been. And for two years, Sam had never asked about it – how her best friend’s murderous reality and burdened death affected her. 
“I know it’s not right, but…,” Tara blinked through the thunderstorm in her eyes and sniffled. “She was my everything…when I had nothing… So, how am I supposed to let her go-ho?…”
“Tara,” Sam bit her tongue upon her own guilt. “Tara, look at me.”
And she did with quivering lips and bloodshot eyes as she wiped her nose with her sleeve and wheezed shakily. 
“I know it hurts, and I’m so sorry I never asked how…everything with Amber affected you. But,” she took a moment to gather her thoughts and corral her own emotions before finding Tara’s milk chocolate eyes that were melting into a sea of mourning. She then cupped her face in her hands and stroked her hot cheeks. “You need to get rid of all that stuff. All the pictures, the texts, the messages, everything. It will haunt you if you don’t. I can’t make you let her go, but I can encourage you to erase what you can to ease the pain… To forget what was…”
Tara grew quiet, returning her big sister’s fixed gaze as she looked from one eye to the other. “I don’t want to forget, Sam…”
Loomis paused, holding the younger’s face and simply staring at her with a calm expression. She knew what that was like, not wanting to forget. She had loved Richie all the same. She thought he was it. After all that running, dread, and abuse she had endured by her will and others’, she swore Richie Kirsch was the one that would come in and fend off those horrors with his charming sarcasm and comical sharp tongue. But he wasn’t. He betrayed her. And she suffered heartache for a period of time. But she prioritized and was able to let him go when she woke up to the fact that she didn’t need him – she never had. 
But Tara needed Amber. 
She needed Amber because Sam wasn’t around to quench the undying thirst of a submissive little girl with no understanding on what the fuck happened to her family or why she was born with a knack for illness, but the goth girl with a chained-heart collar was, and she took care of Tara better than anyone else had. And although Sam didn’t agree with the way she did so, she at least knew that Tara was loved. And that’s all she’s ever wanted for her.
Amber Freeman was able to give Tara Carpenter a home when her own sister couldn’t. For that, Sam would forever be grateful. 
But the facts were, Amber was a killer, and she would’ve met her demise regardless if Tara had taken her life or not. She was destined to become a target just like Tara was destined to be hurt. It just took awhile for the both of them to realize it.
“You don’t have to forget her, Tara. Amber loved you, I have no doubt about it.” Sam pulled out her sibling’s phone and held it up, “I saw it for myself, thanks to Mindy, which is why you shouldn’t be mad at her for taking your phone in the first place… But you should let go of what happened before Amber changed. She was going to hurt you anyway, no matter how much you loved her.”
Tara shut her eyes as tears streamed down her face, and she whimpered as another round of sobs hammered her chest. She didn’t know what to say. It was like she wanted to hear those words, but she hated them at the same time. She didn’t want to face reality – the hard truth that Amber Freeman was history, and the past was in the past. She had to look forward and come to terms with the misfortunes in her life before she could be set free. 
Sam set her phone down on the bedside table before rising and taking her little sister in her arms, lifting her up and placing her in her lap. She gently rocked her and combed through her hair, taking in her familiar scent as she shook in her hold. “If you love her, you have to let her go.”
“B-But… Wh-what if–”
“Tara. If Amber was here, and you asked her ‘can I let you go?’ what would she say?”
Tara thought long and hard about it. She revisited the many times she and Amber would play 20 Questions, the times they’d skip class, the times they’d share lunch, the late nights they’d spend talking, the early mornings they’d wake up next to each other – through that time she got to learn Amber really well…
And then she recalled something she had said when it was 2 AM and they were joking about ways they would want to die through text.
Amber: I’d want you to kill me lol. Tara: Wtf no why?? 😭 Amber: Because then I would die happy knowing it was by your hands.  Tara: Well then I'm going out with you. There’s no way I’d take your life & spare mine tf??? Amber: Nooooo, you have to live bitch!!! Tara: Why??? Amber: Because I want to ghost you and make sure you’re still living your best life without me. 😈 Tara: But I’d be sad if you weren’t living it with me. . . Amber: Nah don’t be sad, be happy! You deserve happiness. 😤 No matter if I’m here on this earth or not, you better be happy. Got it? Tara: Yes ma’am 🫡
Tara nodded through a harsh sob, making Sam smile through her own falling tears as she continued to comfort her sister.
“Then do it, baby girl… And I promise, the truth will set you free.” 
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i would've let go if you wanted me to how many times did you say you loved me when it wasn't true? i'm just wondering, how long has it been over? i'm still wondering, how long has it been over for you?
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perdvivly · 5 months
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> looking at my cat
> ask the cat if he is stinky or stonky
> he doesn’t understand |>pull out an illustrated diagram explaining what is stinky and what is stonky
> he laughs and says “I’m a good cat sir”
>he’s stonky
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Suptober 2023 Day 3: Inspired
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Becky Rosen’s heart was beating out of her chest seeing the name on the caller ID. How many times had she hoped and dreamed of this moment and yet now it was finally here she could barely believe it was happening.
Straightening her shoulders and attempting at poise she answered the phone as calmly as she could. “Hello Sam.”
“Becky.” Sam Winchester’s voice was not filled with the penitent longing of a man in the third act of a romcom, it was hard and cold, the voice of a man who was not going to spill forth a monologue about how he’d seen the light and come to realise she was the only woman for him.
“Hi Sam,” she tried again, “why are you… I mean, it’s lovely to hear from you after so long.”
“The story, take it down!”
Something twisted guiltily in Becky’s guts. “Sam I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said, but she did. The fanfiction story about y/n meeting Sam Winchester in Las Vegas, a 4 day whirlwind romance and a wedding…
”You tagged it as being ‘inspired by true events’ Becky,” Sam said his voice incredulous and angry in her ear. “The chapel … the waffle iron… Dean… No one else knows those details, Becky! And it wasn’t inspired by anything, especially not true events. You drugged me, you tied me to a bed and shoved a sock in my mouth. Take it down … or… I’m telling Dean.”
Becky shuddered at the thought, Dean had put a gun to her head and said there were other ways to annul her marriage to his brother if she didn’t sign the paperwork.
“Okay, Sam. I’ll take the story down,” she said and heard the phone cut off and click dead in her ear.
Becky stared miserably at her computer screen, then sighed and clicked the button to delete her story.
It really wasn’t fair, she’d even tagged her story properly (something so many other authors didn’t do.) Her story had been just as ‘inspired by true events’ as all those stupid movies that claimed the exact same thing… So what if she’d left out the part with the love potion and the demon.
It had been so very painful to delete the one story which had earned more kudos than all her wincest stories…
Then it hit her, if Sam Winchester had read her Las Vegas wedding story… how many of her other stories had he read?
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limeghosty · 2 months
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Even the Maxwells are Lethal!
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t00nified · 2 months
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It's a daily occurrence
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