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Ok, but can you imagine dating Floyd and him not being chosen to attend the masquerade event, but you are. There are only two outcomes I can think of that would happen.

Scenario 1# Crybaby

Floyd: Why can't I go?!! It's not fair Shrimpy is going and not me!!!

(Y/n): *Literally can't breathe being crushed to death in Floyd's arms*

Azul: Go ahead, cry about it. You're just throwing a tantrum because (Y/n) is going and you are not.

Floyd: *Squeezing the absolute life out of (Y/n)* But I want to go!! It's not fair!!!

Jade: *Amused. This little piece of sh*t won't help you* Floyd, your suffocating (Y/n).

(Y/n): *Can't plead for life with your mouth covered. You pass out due to suffocation*

When you wake up, you'll have a very clingy Floyd following you around before your departure. It takes the whole staff and more to pry him off you before you can travel through the mirror. Floyd would cry even when he is pinned to the ground trying to join your group. You promise him lots of cuddles and kisses when you get back.

Scenario 2# Threatens Crowley. Period.

*Just before everyone departs on their trip, Floyd rushes in at mock speed tackling you into a hug*

(Y/n): *Absolutely squished in Floyd's arms* Floyd, what are you doing here?

Floyd: Isn't this great Shrimpy? I get to come with you! We're going to have so much fun together! *Happy eel noises as he twirls you both*

Crowley: *Coming up from behind with that dumbass smile of his* I have decided it would be best if another exemplary student like Mr. Leech helps represent our school. Why, he was so full of energy and so pushy.....ahem...I mean excited, I couldn't say no. I am most gracious!

(Y/n): *Smiles* Floyd threatened you, didn't he?

Floyd: Yay, Shrimpy!!!

*Everyone, mostly Azul who is already getting a headache, worried about how things will play out*

You are genuinely happy Floyd gets to come with you. Man is attached to your hip everywhere you go. There was never a dull moment with him, and the memories you shared will never perish. Nor the hundreds of hugs or kisses you received every second of the day. Rollo was disgusted. He's just mad because he gets no women with that ugly *ss bowl cut on his head.

Warning: Fluff, Very Little Violence, FEM!reader

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Your breath hitched as the sound of thudding footsteps sounded below you. You were hiding in a corner behind a crate on the second floor of the building. An enemy deathbox sat beside you, still warm. That had been your kill, but their teammate was not happy about their comrade’s death. 

“Allfather, give me sight!” Shit, it was Bloodhound. A scan was heard, but they must’ve aimed it another way, because the red residue of it was nowhere to be seen. Now they were sprinting up the stairs at a rapid pace, and you had no doubt they would find you if you didn’t move. Move. 

Jumping up and over the crate, you aimed your sentinel at the entryway to the stairs. The beast’s head appeared, their body following closely. They were panting deeply, and red wreaths of electricity mixed with coils of smoke engulfed them. They had a Hemlock in hand, but before they could even react, you fired. 

Squinting as your ears rang from the gunshot, you focused your vision again, and there sat a deathbox, fresh and glowing a luminescent red in the dark room. The speakers around the map came on and sounded, “There is a new kill leader: Y/n.” Sighing, you slung the sniper back onto it’s holster on your back and you used your now free hand to wipe the gritty sweat off your forehead.

 “Nice job, skinsuit.” You jumped slightly at the deep, echoing voice coming somewhere behind you. It was Revenant, your teammate. Even though he was silent, you could still feel his presence close to you. It was scary, but not too scary, as he was on your team. 

 “I could’ve used some help.”, you remarked as you poked through your fresh kill’s loot. You found a red evo shield and quickly replaced it for your damaged blue one before withdrawing from the box. Damn, Bloodhound must’ve been the kill leader with all of their good loot.

“Shut it girly, I was right here if you needed rescuing.”, he growled. You turned around to face him but was met with his torso. It caught you off guard that he was that close, and you looked up, your eyes meeting with his yellow LEDs. He peered down at you with the same malicious look that he always has, and even though you knew he wouldn’t harm you, his glare still made you writhe on the inside.  

“You look squirmish.”, he observed, and you couldn’t help but flush slightly before grunting and turning away. 

“Nah, the fight just had me shook up is all.”, you mustered out, surprised your voice never wavered once. Why was that bot so damn intimidating? You went to walk past the deathbox, now glowing a dim blue, when something pulled you back by the shirt. Squeaking slightly in fear, you were swung around to face Revenant once more, his LEDs stuck on you and glowing furiously. 

“I didn’t say you could leave yet.”, he growled. His claws clung onto the back of your shirt, hoisting your feet a few inches off the ground, but surprisingly you weren’t being choked by the front of the shirt. A few awkward seconds passed before he made this low growling sound. Your heart began skipping around beats, the adrenaline making it hard for your organs to function properly. Great, you pissed him off. The question was, however, whether or not he would do something about it, and you were about to find out.

Slowly, Revenant pushed his face forward, forcing it into the spot between the side of your neck and your shoulder. You yelped, but he still had you hanging, so there was nothing you could do except for squirm a little. He rubbed the side of his metal face into your skin, absorbing the heat being produced by your violent flushing. Intaking deeply, he took in your aroma, weirdly enough. It was making you uncomfortable, but at the same time you kind of liked it? 

The two of you stayed in that position for what seemed like minutes before he started..rumbling? No, it wasn’t a growling, you ruled that out. It was more similar to that of purring. Was he purring? Was he actually liking this? Did he like you? What did this mean?

Finally, he withdrew, looking back into your eyes before setting you down. Upon impact, you almost fell due to lack of standing for the last few minutes. He held on to your shirt to support you, but once you gained balance he let go. You looked up at him, confused as to what just happened but definitely not going to question it. He looked back down at you for a moment before reaching out his hand and patting you on the head.

You flinched, and he must’ve noticed, because he paused before withdrawing his hand. Walking past you, he started down the stairs, one hand pulling out his Flatline, the other one up against the wall, leaving scratch marks behind as he dragged it across the surface. His hulking mass retreated out of sight silently. You knew you had to follow him, but things were definitely going to be awkward now.

there was a weird demonic horse figure with a long face and no eyes .

It shot spikes out of its long fury tenticle like arms.

It was chasing me for hours. i was terrified, running, trying to get away in an old house that looked like half of it was burnt down. I was walking down a hall way when it creeped up on me and knocked me down with a blow to the face and shot a spike through my shoulder. I yelled in pain trying to take the spike out but it went through the shoulder and when i fell it went into the floor and got stuck.

It grabbed my arm and moved it so it could shoot another spike at my face, i turned my head to the right and the 2 inch thick spike goes through my left cheek and completely shatters all my teeth. Im laying there in pain, choking in my own blood.

And as the creature is getting closer to finish me off i hear multiple hand guns go off from behind the creature.

The creature dies and its mouth lands inside my bloody mouth. I turn to get its head off of me and thats all i could do because of the pure pain i was feeling in my shoulder. I pass out and wake up the next days in a hospital bed with my cheek sown together and loopy as hell off of whatever drugs they had me on. An unknown girl is sitting next to me. she’s unknown to me right now but was known to me at the time i spoke to her and she asked me what it did to me and kept asking me questions not knowing I couldn’t speak with all my teeth gone and my tongue cut in pieces

Me being on some kind of drugs mot really feeling the pain in my face i open my mouth and spread my lips open with my fingers to show her what my mouth looks like, she screams in disgust.

I woke up from one of the most realistic, and painful dreams I’ve ever had.

I was talking to my friend about finding love and they’re impatient about how long it’s going to take them. I’m off the dating app thing, and I know I won’t go back to them. I hate feeling like people are so easily replaced, and texting back in forth before ever meeting has always ruined things for me. People are never who you build them up to be in your head, and it just becomes a waste of…

last night I met you in my dream. it was half a year from now and you were here, in my city. we were walking down my favorite street and you reached out to hold my hand, intertwining your fingers in mine. everything felt absolutely real, the sun setting in the distance and filling the sky with different shades of orange, pink and purple, the smell of coffee from the local dinner on the street, the smell of your cologne, and especially the way your skin felt against mine. I don’t remember most of what we spoke about, but I remember laughing, laughing so much that my eyes got watery and my stomach hurt.

we walked towards the sea and the sun had almost set by the time we reached the bay. as the wind got cooler the space between us reduced. you put your arms around my waist and planted a couple kisses at the back of my head. we watched as the sun went down and the light around us disappeared, you holding on to me throughout. I wanted that moment to never end because I felt so absolutely safe in your arms. 

I turned around to look at your face as the moon rose and the street lights came on. your face glimmered. I walked my eyes down your face very slowly, capturing as much detail as I possibly could. your shinny, straight black hair falling down your forehead and occasionally getting pushed onto your eyes because of the wind. your gorgeous almond shaped dark brown eyes, as captivating as ever. your cute little nose. your dark pink plump lips smiling at me. oh what a mesmerizing face!

I watched as the smile disappeared and the lips came closer to mine, touching them gently for a moment, before our tongues met. I could feel my heart beating faster and getting breathless, not wanting to let go of your lips even for a split second. you hands moved up from my lower back all the way to the back of my neck, pulling me in closer and shivers ran down my entire body. I felt like the void within me had suddenly disappeared. 

and then almost instantly, you stopped, let go, and started to walk away. you left, again, and it hurt, again. it hurt like it was the first time you left, it hurt like it was the fifteenth. in one goodbye I felt my heart break a million times. 

With a gulp, she dared to tread closer, using the small trunks as leverage. There was a glow underneath the water before her. The flashlight was found and scooped up, trembling the beam upon Billy’s discovery. It was tangled up in the finishing line.

A mermaid.

Or something like unto it. Billy has only heard about them in the ocean. Sirens that lure sailors to their deaths with their hypnotic voices. But they weren’t real, she thought. Those were only stories, fairy tales told from old books and cartoons. And yet, she is now standing over one, shivering before the sight.

The mermaid wasn’t scaly or had a seashell bra. She was smooth all over with delicate speckling along her tail. The torso’s skin was a pale green color with a dark pattern around her hips traveling up the spine until hidden under long, dark blue tendrils of hair. When she turned over, Billy’s eyes glanced into the dark, grey nipples of her breasts before capturing her face. She had an almond shaped head with sharp, dark cheekbones and smokey eyes filled up with despair.

The fishing line was wrapped around the mermaid’s arms. In some places, it dug too deep causing lines of blood webbing over the moisture of her skin. A long silence croaked by as the fisher and the catch stared at each other with a hard tension. The way the mermaid’s pleading eyes looked at her twisted a sickness in her gut, like someone was sticking her with a pitchfork. But if Billy let this rarity go free, no one would believe her claims. She gripped her knife and stalked ever slowly towards it. Upon the first step, the creature fought harder in her tangled trap, bucking like a bronco with the instinct to survive. 

“Hold up, now!” Billy squawked with fear, abandoning the flashlight once again to the depths. Lucky for Billy, the mermaid was caught on a high knoll so she couldn’t have much of an advantage in the water. She pressed a palm on the center of the mermaid’s back just above the dorsal fin, then plopped her rear on the tail to pin her. “Stop yer movin’ now! It’ll sure be a shame if yer pretty skin is all cut up!” A shame indeed, for the mounting won’t look too kindly on Billy’s wall. She was aching to prove that she was the best fisherman in the Bayou, just like her daddy. But those plans dissolved with the aching cry screaming out of the mermaid’s throat.

The anguish call pierced Billy’s entire being from her ear drums to the guts in her pit.  It was all too human, yet ethereal. Billy has killed many things before never something like unto herself. Guilt and shame tore into her chest with the beautiful but painful song ripping from the siren below her. Was she really that willing to vanquish such a rare and beautiful creature all for a bit of fame?

Hello there, I have only a few close friends and you know who you are. I'm not particularly sentimental often to talk about the neverending love story that a few friendships manage to forge. But here you are–my hiding place, therapist, annoyance, favourite entertainment channel and a wholesome package of love. I should be considered lucky to have found a free spirit like you. Your passion inspires me to pursue mine with vigourousness.  We've been over this, but let me reiterate: you're the Hobbes to my Calvin, Sam to my Jon Snow, Jeeves to my Bertie Wooster, Dwight Schrute to my Michael Scott and sometimes, it is the other way round too. You are the reason I now know that soulmates are found in friends too. I wouldn't want to declare here that I love you to bits but if there are two spoons of the best of coffee left, I'd definitely not think twice before sharing it with you. So here's to us, now and forever.