#and then he tried to start a fight with my coworker in the parking lot after??

[patchouliwizard]

not me getting followed by a crackhead all the way back to my job bc i decided to walk to get coffee for once 🙈🙈🙈

[sukunasteeth]

Picking You Up From Work

Sukuna leans on the bumper of his Camaro, hoping a drop of rain doesn’t land perfectly on the tip of his cigarette and snuff it out. He’s pretending not to watch the front door of your workplace, like an anxious dog waiting for his owner to come home, but it’s ten minutes past the time you said you’d be out, and he was ready to take you to his apartment and settle down for the night. It had been a long day- he wanted to forget it in the taste of your whimpering on his tongue.

Customers pass him on their way into your workplace. Sukuna wonders briefly what has them whispering to each other and sneaking glances over at him: the nearly sixty year old car or the man covered in tattoos leaning against it?

Fifteen minutes pass before he checks his phone again. It was unlike you to be late, you knew Sukuna had a pet peeve of not being on time and, despite how hairbrained you were, he knew you tried to meet him halfway. Looking over his shoulder, he peeks at the flowers sitting on the passenger seat waiting for you. If he had known you'd be a minute, he would have put a splash of water in the bottom of the flower wrap holding the bouquet together. He clicks his tongue in disappointment, hoping they don’t wilt by the time you get to them.

���I’m sorry, I have to get going-” Your voice chimes through the sound of the rainfall like a cleansing bell, bringing Sukuna’s attention snapping back towards the exit of your work.

You're standing halfway between his car and the building, directly in the middle of the parking lot. A man dressed in a similar uniform to yours is standing a little too close to you for Sukuna’s comfort.

He flicks the ash off of the end of his cigarette and takes a drag.

~

“Are you sure?”

It’s been a long day.

“We could go get some coffee and just hangout for a bit-”

A really long day.

Granted: working customer service you expected long days. Grating days. Days in which you questioned your faith in humanity. But, that all usually ended when you clocked out for the night and headed home. You could easily forget all of it at the door. Tonight, however, the annoyance of having to save face continues.

You had been trying to give this guy a hint all day as he followed you around, desperate to catch your attention and doing anything to gain a brownie point. It was really starting to tick you off.

Not only that, you knew Sukuna was waiting for you somewhere in the parking lot and it was only a matter of time before this man was decapitated before your very eyes.

Dammit, you just wanted to go home.

“I’m sorry, Sam. I’ve got someone waiting for me. Have a good night!” You try to wave him off, offering a polite smile before you turn your back to him.

"Who's waiting for you?" Sam calls out, still not catching the hint.

Before you can reply, a hand reaches around your waist, securing you to a familiar side- but you've been on edge all day, just waiting for your coworker to make one bold wrong move. On instinct, you snatch the wrist at your hip with a deathgrip before realization is able to save you.

Your eyes whip up to meet Sukuna's smirking gaze, his smile flashing into that serpentine grin that makes your fight or flight mode go off.

"Ohoho-" He chuckles, and there’s a mischievous darkness lurking beneath it. 

"'Kuna!" You ease your grip immediately, cradling his hand in sympathy. Part of you is instantly relieved he’s here to sweep you away, and the other part is sweating over how he’s going to handle this situation.  

Sukuna could be a bit possessive. 

"Good grip." He purrs, snatching up your own hand instead and continuing his original plan of tucking you securely into his side. "You turned your back to the scum bag, though." He tsks quietly. "My brat should know better."

Sukuna easily turns the both of you around, lifting you slightly to move without tripping you. You’re forced to face your coworker once again, although you notice that your unease has dissipated with Sukuna next to you now. 

“Is this...? A-Are you guys…” Sam sneers at Sukuna's sudden appearance, his poorly shaven lip curling up in disgust. 

Sukuna merely hums in response, “Every night while you’re wet dreamin’ about it.”

“S-Sukuna!” You interrupt, squeezing his fingers. Heat burns in your ears and you can feel them going pink under Sam’s now incredulous stare. “Is… my… yes.” You finish quietly, trying to avoid either one of the men watching you. Letting people into your personal life was not something you liked to do, even though you're sure your fiance would love it if you screamed it from the rooftops.

“Aw,” Sukuna makes a fond, sentimental noise and you press your elbow into his rib cage when you hear a mischievous lilt to his tone. 

“You and this guy?” Sam gives Sukuna an obvious once over, crossing his gangly arms over his chest in disapproval. “He’s not even your type!”

Oh.

Maybe this guy deserved a good beating.

Even you were too afraid to look at your fiance at that moment, you could tell by the look on Sam’s face that Sukuna wasn’t happy. 

The scariest part about Sukuna getting angry, was the lack of reaction. There was no glaring. No muscles going rigid. No shouting. There was only this overwhelming sense of danger, like a prey animal realizing it was about to meet its predator. 

Sam tries to fix it, sensing the murderous intent hanging in the air, but his ego still tries to bite: “Look, dude, I don’t mean any harm. I just think she needs a gentleman.”

…

Now that piques your interest.

You need a gentleman?

You almost completely forget about Sukuna for a moment, your head snapping in your coworker's direction with breakneck speed. 

“Gentleman?” You repeat, scoffing. “Are you fucking kidding me? You’ve been breathing down my neck like a fucking animal in heat all day. Practically begging for half a second of female attention in any form you can get it and you’re standing here-after trying to follow me to my car like some fucking pervert- and you’re trying to tell me you’re a gentleman?”

When you try to take a step forward, you're reminded of Sukuna's unrelenting grip on your hip bone, holding you in place.

“Calm down- all I wanted to do was walk you to your car.” Your ill-favored coworker rolls his eyes, although you can sense his discomfort in the way he takes a few steps away from you. His ego speaks again, and you see red. “You don’t have to be such a bitch about it.” 

What.

“Alright, alright” Sukuna is shoving something cold and jagged into your hands, distracting the sudden confused rage that washes over you. Before you can expel it, he unfastens his hand from around your waist and nudges you in the direction behind him. “Go start the car.”

You blink up at him, taken back by the entire situation. His keys dangle in your frozen fingers, clinking together. 

Sukuna knows you're mad. Knows the only thing on your mind is curb stomping the man in front of you. And you know he won't let you get anywhere near that.

“Come on, Duckie.” He purses his lower lip in a mock pout when you don't turn to leave immediately. There’s something dark glittering behind the faux playfulness in his eyes, reassuring you that nobody was going to get off easy, asking you politely to turn your gaze from what he was about to do.

His calloused thumb sweeps over your fingertips, gliding over the deep red nail polish there. The kiss he presses against your knuckles is one meant for royalty. Soft and sweet. And incredibly persuasive. “I just got these nails done. Lemme keep ‘em pretty for ya.” 

~

When Sukuna opens the driver side door and slides in, fifteen minutes have passed. There’s a smear of blood on his cheek that matches the one on his knuckles, the red catches his eye in the review mirror. He licks his finger, using his spit to try and wipe it off before he turns to meet you, smiling sweetly. 

“What should we get for dinner?"

[ireneispunk]

Just a Taste

Moder AU Aemond Targaryen x female coworker reader smut (requested)

request: 'Hi Irene! Can I request a lovely smutty modern aemond x reader where they're friends but not quite. Reader thinks aemond is annoying and aemond thinks reader is cute so he teases her a lot. They're at a work party and Aemond gets annoyed when others tease and flirt with her so he drags reader off to another room and marks her as his. Thank you thank you!'

w.c: 3278

c.w: SMUT 18+, frustration to lovers (??), oral f receiving, unprotected p in v sex, aemond and reader work together in modern au, me not knowing how grown up office jobs work :)

a.n: thank you so much for the request! sorry it too me so long but i hope you love it!

i'm starting an aemond and jacaerys perma taglist cus of my inconsistent positng teehee, let me know if / which you wish to be on!

You groaned taking a look at the time on your monitor, it was somehow only halfway through the day. You typed away endlessly, watching as the minute ticked to 1pm. You exhaled, before making your way to the break room, greeting the few other members of staff in there. You heard the shuffling as some people made their way in or out, clicking on the kettle for your tea. You felt a presence behind you, and you already knew who it was before looking. “What do you want Aemond? Just to admire the view?” You spoke, throwing a teabag in your mug. He scoffed lightly, stepping to the side of you and leaning his palm against the counter.

“I came to offer my condolences,” you turned your head to face him and raised your eyebrows. His light hair tied back in its signature bun, shirt sleeves half rolled up. “I heard Robberts accepted my proposal over yours.” He spoke so smugly, begging for a reaction out of you. You turned to the fridge, pulling out the milk and rolling your eyes once he couldn’t see you.

“Yeah, I did hear about that unfortunate slip in his judgement.” Your fingers tapped upon the countertop, waiting for the hot water. “Though I do recall it was my last four? Was it? That beat out yours.”  A small chuckle left his lips as his arms folded across his front.

“I do love when you bare your teeth and indulge me.” He said lowly only addressing you.

You puffed out a sigh, turning to put the milk away. “If you spent half as much time on your research as you did being insufferable maybe you’d have a better shot.”

“You wound me.” He dramatically placed his hand over his heart.

“Mmm, that’s the idea.” You spoke almost absent mindedly, opening the cupbpard above you to find the sugar jar empty. You let out a frustrated groan, tilted your head back and closing your eyes.

“Are these something you’d want?” You turned to face Aemond, his large hands holding out small sugar packets. Your eyes went wide, noticing it was the good brand too.

“Where did you get those!” You exclaimed, a smile reaching your lips.

“Linda’s desk.” He replied, smirk across his face. Yours dropped slightly. Linda.

“Linda from accounting?” You groaned remembering the time you used the unassigned parking spot she claimed was hers. “I think she might actually spill blood if she notices them gone.” He laughed and as you reached for the packets he pulled his hand back, you furrowed your brows and looked up at him before trying to grab them from him again. He lifted them up above his head, the movement untucked the front of his shirt slightly. You couldn’t even fight the immediate urge to look at the exposed skin, his toned stomach and light happy trail brought a warmth to your face. You tore your eyes away returning them to Aemond’s, he eyed you with a small smirk playing at his lips.

“Give me the sugar Aemond.” You tried to speak in a stern manner but found it hard to considering the heat across your cheeks. He tilted his head to the side slightly, looking expectantly. You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms leaving your palm open. “Please?” You questioned. He smiled widely place the packets in your palm, his fingers grazing over yours ever so slightly. He made his way out of the breakroom as you tried to simmer your racing heart. You watched as he paused for a moment, turning back around to you and resting his palm upon the door frame.

“See you Saturday.” He said with a smirk. You shot him a puzzled look, before realisation washed over you.

You grimaced lightly, “Wouldn’t miss it.” You said flatly. He poked his tongue into his cheek in amusement before disappearing off behind the wall.

You cursed under your breath as you made it back to your desk. A hand slamming down on your desk made you jump and look up. Your office friend stood above you looking expectantly. “A little birdy told me you haven’t made some boring excuse to miss the party tomorrow!” Her excitement reverberated through your cubicle. You shot her a ‘keep it down’ glare as she threw her hands up and squatted next to where you sat.

“I forgot to orchestrate a family emergency, but there’s still time break a bone.” You took a sip of your drink. She huffed, pushing your arm lightly.

“The financial year ends on the same day every year… I think you just wanted the excuse to see Aemond again.” She giggled watching your eyes go wide.

“Absolutely not! He is the bane of my existence, I’m pretty sure he is punishment for whatever I did in a past life.” You couldn’t lie to yourself though, ever since Aemond joined your firm it had made things more entertaining at some points, if not a whole lot more frustrating too.

She raised her brows, peering over the top of your desk slightly to ensure the coast was clear. “The punishment could be a little less delicious don’t you think?” You scoffed, trying to become absorbed in your work. She rose to her feet and was a few feet away from your desk before turning back to exclaim, “Ooh! Wear something sexy!”, Your jaw hung open, but no words fell out. Your colleague beside you raised a brow at you as you face flushed.

It felt as if hours had passed as you sat upon your bedroom floor upon a mess of clothes. You watched as the clock ticked, you were technically already running late to the “it’s not mandatory but we’d love each and every one of you to show up and celebrate with us!” party. Your head looked between two dresses laid out in front of you, one black and the other in your favourite colour. The black was the obligatory ‘there but unused funeral dress’ you had, the other verged on being the perfect dress. You put it on one last time and looked in the mirror, it was tighter than what you were used to, short but not so short you had to worry, and the colour complimented your complexion perfectly. You felt beautiful in this dress and glanced back at the black one once more deciding whether to play it safe. You phone chimed upon your bed, and you opened the message from your friend.

It was a mirror selfie in the bathroom with a drink in hand. ‘Don’t pussy out.’ The message read. You rolled your eyes before another message chimed through, ‘ps. bar has free drinks’. You laughed lightly before sliding your heels on and grabbing your jacket. You replied back with a short ‘on the way’ before climbing into your taxi.

You arrived at your office building, the height seeming daunting all of a sudden. You passed a few faces you knew, smoking besides the entrance, and exchanged a few hellos. Your shoes clicked across the marble floors as you made your way to the lift. A nervousness bubbled within you as it went past the floor you worked on up to one of the top floors that served as a function room. The doors opened and to your relief, revealed a bustling party. You stepped out paused at the top of the small set of stairs that led down to the main floor and eyed the room. You vaguely remembered the layout from your first week and tour of the building, but you had never seen it in action, and you couldn’t deny it looked good. The one empty bar was replaced with two mixologists pouring various liquids, the lights were dimmed, with lamps and string lights casting a warm glow upon the room. The music was loud enough to engulf the room but did not deafen you. You fiddled with your sleeve for a moment, scanning the room for your friend, before pulling your jacket from your shoulders and leaving it with the others. Your fingers grazed against the cool metal banister as you stepped down the stairs. Your heart pounded in your chest, feeling it click with every step of your heel. Maybe it was your late arrival, your dressed up look, the lull in music as it changed tracks, or a combination of the three but you caught the attention of a few pairs of eyes on the floor beneath you. Your eyes looked towards the floor before a loud voice calling out to you made you jump. You looked up to see your friend with a wide grin across her face waving out to you, her exclamation had attracted the attention of a few of your coworkers as they glanced between the two of you. You quickly stepped down the rest of the stairs to meet her and shushed her, linking your arms. You both made your way over to the seating at the bar as she rambled incessantly about all the unmissable things you had missed.

You pushed yourself up onto the barstool and smiled at the bartender as your drink of choice was slid towards you. You watched as your friend laughed through her stories before quickly exclaiming she needed to use the restroom again. You smiled to yourself, you were glad she was here or else you’d find it harder to be comfortable. Just as quickly as she left, another presence joined you. You looked up, seeing Aemond leaning with his back against the bar. His eyes shamelessly scanned your body, appreciating the parts he had never seen before, and admiring how your dress fit you. His eyes met yours, his signature smirk plastered across his lips. “Can I buy you a drink?” he questioned.

“It’s an open bar?” You retorted; brows furrowed.

“Then I can buy you two.” You laughed at his ridiculousness but nodded your head. Aemond smiled to himself, he earnt a genuine laugh from you, and it was the sweetest sound he’s ever heard. You took a moment to take in his appearance, a dark shirt covering his chest with the top button undone, his long silver hair cascading over his shoulders instead of thrown into a bun. A faint blush painted your cheeks as he caught your eyes on him, yet he did not taunt you as he usually would. The conversation flowed between you, about work, shows, both of your overly competitive sides showing at times. Your head threw back in laughter at one of his remarks, your hand gripping his forearm as you laughed. As soon as you noticed you removed it and placed it back around your drink. Aemond watched you intently. You never wanted to give anything away, never reveal that you wanted him too, yet your body betrayed you.

Your time was interrupted as one of your colleagues joined you on your other side. He addressed you directly, then nodded his head towards Aemond who merely rose a brow. “Hi Alex.” Your response was blunt, this was the first time he’d spoken to you in months. Unlike Aemond, you felt disgusting under his gaze, his eyes never met yours, opting to settle on your breasts even as you spoke.

“Is there something you need?” Aemond spoke, a hint of annoyance in his voice. You looked towards him, fingers digging into the edge of the bar.

“Oh, yeah. Big boss wants you. Something about the appraisal on your report.” Alex grinned, he seemed happy to watch Aemond curse under his breath and walk across the room towards your boss. You smiled flatly taking a large sip of your drink. He continued to talk at you, not realising your disinterest from your ‘oh really’, ‘wow’, and ‘cool’ roster of responses. It felt as if hours passed but in reality, it had only been a few minutes. Never so badly had you wanted Aemond glued to your hip.

Aemond stood talking to his boss, trying to hurry the conversation along so he could return to your side. Every time he looked back to the bar, anger bubbled from within him. “So by next Monday?” Snapped him from burning holes into your back.

“Yes, Monday.” He answered immediately catching a few people off guard. His boss thanked him and Aemond shook a few hands before making his way back to you. His fists clenched beside him as he weaved through the huddles of people. He knew you didn’t care for Alex. He listened to your laugh; he knew it was your fake laugh because he had made you laugh properly all evening.

You jumped slightly at the sudden feeling of a hand upon your shoulder. You looked up to see Aemond with a look on his face you had never seen before, pure anger. His fingers burned into your flesh. “I need to borrow you for a moment.” He didn’t allow you to respond before he had pulled you by your hand from the bar stool and back towards the stairs. You struggled to keep up with his long strides in your heels as you called his name. He pushed open a door to a room you had never been in before to reveal a dark desolate meeting room. He swiftly shut the door and clicked the lock on it, turning to face you.

“Aemond what-“ He cut you off with a kiss, his hands reaching the sides of your face. As you registered what was happening your pressed both hands against his chest and pushed him away. You watched his face, your chest rising and falling at a quick pace. You felt hunger take over your body and stepped back towards him. “Kiss me again.” You whispered. Moments as the words left your lips his hand returned to your cheek and his lips brushed yours before kissing you deeply. His lips fit against yours in a perfectly satisfying way. His body pressed against yours, pushing you until the backs of your thighs hit the cool table. He pulled his lips from yours as they found your neck, tongue running across the softness beneath your ear. You let out a gasp as his teeth grazed across your throat, biting slightly and kissing every mark he left.

“Sit for me.” He spoke between kisses. Aemond’s tone spread a heat in your lower stomach. The sound of champagne popping snapped you out of your haze, eyes shooting towards the door.

“But what if someone knows.” You whispered. You bit your lip, as Aemond’s fingers brushed the hem of your dress and against your thighs.

His lips left your neck as he looked you in the eye. With nothing but the moonlight glowing up the room, he looked angelic, with a devilish smirk upon his lips. “The music is loud enough. Sit.”

You nodded, sitting upon the table, the cool lacquered wood hitting your thighs. He placed one more kiss upon your lips before sinking to his knees in front of you. He pushed your knees apart, settling between your thighs. Chills ran over your body as he peppered kissed from your knee to your upper thigh. You watched him, nervous look on your face. His hand reached your lower stomach and pushed against it slightly, “Lay down, you’ll enjoy it more.” He mumbled against your thigh. You swallowed, laying back against the table and trying to ignore the thudding in your chest. His fingers hiked the edge of your dress around your hips, a small groan escaping his lips at the sight of your clothed pussy. He placed kisses at your inner thighs before placing an open-mouthed kiss over your clit. You felt a jolt travel through your body as he slid your panties to the side. He hummed, his middle fingers grazed upon your pussy before delving inside, slowly bottoming out within you over and over. A gasp escaped your lips as you felt Aemond’s tongue latch upon your clit, circling it softly. You propped yourself up on your elbow, you free hand making its way into Aemond’s silver hair. Your fingers gripped the strands, pulling him closer to you. His tongue responded by picking up the pace as he angled his fingers upwards, grazing that sweet spot inside of you. Your stomach tightened as Aemond raced you towards your peak. You looked down between your legs to meet his gaze already watching you, causing your orgasm to wash over you. It took all of your strength to not clamp your thighs shut, letting him coax a final few moans from your lips.

You watched as he rose to his feet, towering over your body splayed out upon the table. You sat up, hand snaking around his neck to pull him back into a kiss, much hungrier than before. Your hands ran down his chest, the softness of his shirt hiding the strength of his chest. Your fingertips untucked the shirt from his trousers before you felt Aemond’s hand across your cheek, his thumb resting upon your chin. Pulling back from the kiss, you watched as he undid the buckle on his belt, pulling it from his waist in a way that made your cheeks flare. It clanked to the ground, as he pulled his trousers down enough to expose his cock, your jaw going slack at the sight of it. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. His lips found yours as he lined himself up with your pussy. You jolted slightly as he inserted himself, a loud moan leaving your lips as he filled you up. His thrusts started slowly, allowing you to adjust to his size before you brought your legs up and wrapped them around his waist. His forehead rested against yours, as he hissed slightly at the new angle. Aemond’s pace quickened as your relaxed into his arms, moans leaving your lips that delicately grazed against his.

Your nails dug into the top of his back, eyes screwing shut as a flurry of praises escaped your lips. Aemond groaned, pulling you impossibly close, your breasts pressing against his chest and his head finding the crook of your neck to torment again. You dropped your head to the other side, allowing him to explore your neck as he fucked you. As another orgasm approached you, your fingers found his hair once again, pulling lightly as pleasure took over your body. Your legs crossed behind him as his thrusts repeatedly edged you closer. A final scream of his name and your pussy tightening in pleasure caused him to curse and bury his hips deep into you, filling you with his seed. His breathing was raggedy as his head rested upon your shoulder, lazily kissing it.

You adjusted your dress, eyeing your dishevelled reflection in the reflection of the window. A familiar pair of hands met your waist, sliding around to your front. You sighed as his chin rested upon your shoulder, turning your head to face him. You admired the way the moon illuminated his light hair, the faded scar that ran down his cheek framing his beauty. “I can’t think of anything worse than going back out to that party.” You hummed, placing your hands over his.

Aemond laughed lightly, turning you to face him and weaving his fingers between yours. “What if we didn’t?” He questioned, his usual smirk finding its way back to his face. You hummed inquisitively. “There’s no party at my place.” He shrugged lightly. You thought for a moment, before grinning and pulling him by his arm, a genuine smile of adoration planted firmly upon his face as you did.

[marksbear2]

Hi, i failed my finals :) I would like a mind distraction. I would like to request a Bucky Barnes X top male reader. But! Bucky likes to dress up :p so maybe reader comes home early and catches Bucky dressed in something girly and that leads to 🔥💥🔥💥🔥💥 bed breaking voice cracking steamy spice. And then cuddles afterwards. Pretty please 🛐🛐🛐

BUCKY BARNES X TOP MALE READER

Awww you failed your finals? Now I have to write this for I can cheer you up, Bucky is gonna wear that dress we were talking ang other day.

⚠️Warnings- Bucky in a dress, smutt with plot, making out, handjobs, rough, fast, top reader, bed shaking, loud, moan, and etc⚠️

Y/n was sitting down in the break room of his job on his phone listening to one of his coworkers talk about their family life. Scrolling through his phone and listening to his friend go on and on about his family Y/n didn’t seem annoyed or bothered.

“So me and Cherry has this huge fight she was telling me how we’re getting distant and how I’m always busy with work.” The coworker says catching Y/n’s attention. Y/n thought to himself.

“I’ve been busy with work to…way too tired to do anything with Buck.” Y/n thought to himself immediately comparing his coworker’s problem to his own relationship.

“How I haven’t been showing her any affection and all that stupid crap.” The coworker said as he shrugged and ate his lunch. “Why every partner gotta be clingy you know.” Which each word his coworker spoke Y/n realized that he was doing the exact same thing as his coworker. 

“Ah shit, uhm something just came up at home I gotta go. Clock out for me will ya, I’ll return the favor next time.” Y/n said gesturing to his phone as if he just got a emergency text, before his coworker could respond Y/n pat his back and got his things and left.

Y/n left the building and went to his car to drive home. Y/n unlocked the door to his car and got inside and turned the car on. “Fuck…how could I be so stupid.” Y/n mumbles softly to himself lightly hitting the steering wheel in realization before driving out the parking lot and to his home. He many ideas swarmed around in his head thinking about all sorts of ways he could make things up.

Deciding Y/n stopped by a flower shop to buy a beautiful bouquet then after he bought some chocolates from a nearby by store. 

As soon as Y/n got to the apartment and tried to be as quiet as he could being entering the house. He would usually announce himself that he’s home. But he really wanted to surprise him. So he quietly walked to the bedroom and as quiet he could opened the door and peaked his head inside.

“Hey Bucky, I’m home I got you something.—“ Y/n cuts himself off as he looked at his boyfriend. 

Bucky stood in the middle of the room in front of the mirror wearing a beautiful light blue sundress. Bucky’s face was flushed full with embarrassment and shock as he turned his head to face Y/n’s own shock face.

“It— uhm.— let me explain.” Bucky stuttered over his words.

Y/n didn’t respond back just silently looking over the dress. With more awkward silence Y/n finally decided to speak. “When did you get this?” Y/n mumbled out as he put the flowers and chocolate to the side. He walked over to Bucky and began touching the ends of the sun dress. Bucky was to embarrassed to say anything. 

Y/n himself was speechless as well. He didn’t feel mad or upset, just confused. And honestly he felt attracted. Y/n never imagined Bucky in a dress, but right now it’s like he fell in love with him all over again.

“I’m gonna take this off—“ Bucky was cut off by Y/n own words. “No. Keep it on…you look good. 

“You think so? I- I thought you didn’t like girly things.” Bucky’s face was getting more red as Y/n pulled the hem of the dress up touching Bucky’s thighs and just having a good feel of bucky’s upper legs before trailing up.

“Yeah- just not on myself. So when did all of this start? You look so good in this dress doll.” Y/n whispered as he began to move closer and pressing his body against Bucky’s own and kissing his cheek and jaw.

“Just a few months ago…I like myself in clothes like this. I’ve been hiding the dresses and stuff I’m the closet.” Bucky confessed as he slowly and softly gasped as he felt Y/n’s hands run over his body. 

Y/n pulled Bucky closer and lay him down on the bed. Y/n got on top him and pulled the hem fully up and exposing Bucky’s bare cock. Y/n spat into his hand and wrapped his hand around Bucky’s soft cock stroking it slowly to get Bucky hard. Y/n leaned up and began to kiss Bucky slowly but passionately. Bucky whispered into the slow but deep kisses. 

Bucky’s cock grew harder from the kisses and Y/n’s hand stroking him. Bucky used his free hand to tug on Y/n’s belt, showing Y/n that he wants him to take it off.

Y/n let go of Bucky’s dick and used his hands to take his belt off and threw it to the side before pulling his pants and boxers low but not taking them fully off just enough for his cock to spring out.

Bucky wrapped his hand around Y/n’s cock jerking it off the same pace Y/n was jerking him off in. Y/n leaned in and kissed Bucky back. Y/n went back to jerking off his boyfriend now fully hard cock.

Both men were making out and jerking off each other off. It was a really hot and passionate scene. Y/n’s tongue entered Bucky’s mouth.

After a while Y/n broke the kiss and pulled away reaching to the night stand and getting a bottle of lube out and squeezing some into his fingers and rubbed them in.

“Open your legs for me, doll.” Y/n said and immediately Bucky opened his legs. Y/n leaned back to Bucky and moved one finger into his hole. Y/n was looking down watching his own movements. 

He moved and curled his finger inside of Bucky stretching him out. Bucky moaned and whimpered from Y/n’s finger thrusting in and out of him. Bucky’s cock began to leak precum and Y/n laughed softly. “Your already close from handjob and fingering.” Y/n sucked onto his teeth making a “Tch Tch” noise in a teasing tone. 

Y/n moved another finger inside and really began fucking him with his fingers. 

He curled his fingers into Bucky’s prostate as he used his free hand to grab and stroke his boyfriend’s already wet and trembling cock.  

Bucky was letting out deep moans and softly whining as he moved his hips around. Y/n curled his fingers deeper into Bucky’s prostate. Y/n began to make a scissoring motion. Bucky moaned and breathed heavy as he wrapped his arms around Y/n’s shoulders holding him tightly.

Y/n let go of Bucky’s cock and pulled his fingers out and grabbed the bottle of lube and squeezed some onto his cock and rubbed it so it’s wet. Y/n squeezed a bit more onto Bucky’s hole before moving his cock against the entrance of Bucky’s hole.

Y/n slowly moved his cock inside holding Bucky by his thighs keeping his legs apart and in the air.

Slowly Y/n rocked his hips back and forth moving the tip in and out. Y/n moved his cock deeper and pulled out before moving back halfway. Y/n thrusted in and out in a rhythm before thrusting his cock fully inside Bucky.

“Gahh!~ ngh… fu-fuck Y/n!~” Bucky immediately moaned out with his legs tensing. 

Y/n rocked himself back and forth thrusting in and out of him. Bucky moaned and whined as Y/n held his legs higher thrusting as deep as he could.

Bucky’s cock was hidden on the dress so the hard cock had a tent in the dress. Y/n’s chest was pressed into Bucky’s own. 

Soon enough Bucky’s moans went from quiet to loud and pleasure real quick. Bucky moaned loudly as Y/n slowly fucked him. Suddenly Y/n’s slow pace quickly turned fast and rough. Y/n drilled his cock deep inside Bucky’s hole abusing it. 

Bucky’s hands flared around searching for anything that he could hold onto. His hands found the sheets below them a gripped onto them for support. Y/n’s cock rammed in and out of Bucky’s hole using him as if he was a toy. 

After a while Y/n hoist Bucky from his back and pulled him into his lap fucking him messily. Thrust after thrust Y/n felt the knot in his stomach tighten. Y/n gripped onto Bucky’s hips as Bucky wrapped his arms around Y/n's shoulders holding onto him tightening  and moaning nonsense into his ear. 

"Y-Y/n! Y/n!~ I'm i'm..." Bucky couldn't even finish his sentence as he came hard all over himself and his own dress. It wasn't the first time the man had an orgasm, but every time he does it feels new to him. The bed was squeaking and head board hitting against the wall as Y/n thrust in and out faster and deeper.  

Bucky rocks his hips back and forth trying to be as gentle as he can. Y/n moves his face to the crook of Bucky’s neck kissing it softly. "Fuck. F-fuck." Bucky groans out as Bucky feels his cock twitch inside him. 

Y/n begins to pick up his pace, but not too fast or rough. Y/n's thrust was at a perfect speed for him to reach his peak. 

"Bucky~ ohh~ fuck Bucky. I'm close." Y/n says with a moan moving his hands onto either sides of the bed holding onto the sheets tightly as he fucks deep, but gentle inside Bucky. 

"Buck!~ fuck baby! I'm about to cum!" Y/n warns feeling Bucky scratching and holding onto his back. Bucky could feel his own cock about to cum as well. With a few more thrust Y/n cums deep inside Bucky burying his seed deep inside him. Bucky moaned loud as he scratched Y/n’s back.

The two began to breathe heavy Y/n kissed Bucky’s cheek whispering praises in his ear. 

Y/n pulled himself out and watched the cum leak out of Bucky’s hole and down his thighs. Y/n cradled Bucky in his lap kissing him softly, peppering kisses all over his face while picking him up in his arms before laying him down on the bed. Bucky was tired and laid down onto the bed. Y/n went to the bathroom and picked a towel before coming back and wiping Bucky clean.

As he cleaned him Y/n was gentle and telling praises and good sweet things. Bucky was laughing softly as his face was flushed. 

“You did so good…I love you so much Buck.” Y/n praised kissing him causing Bucky to giggle.

“I love you too.” Bucky and Y/n kissed back and forth swapping and whispering praises to one another while cuddling.

THE END

[loverofallthingssarah]

no more runnin’

part 3

melissa schemmenti x reader

summary: you’re hiding, you’re running. melissa finds you and your daughter and helps bring you both back to life.

warning: angst

word count: 1.1k

part 1 part 2

a/n: i'm sorry if there are any spelling errors or grammatical errors.

Melissa takes off running down the hallway and out the front door, and in an instant you were gone.  No cars left in the parking lot but her own. Frustration hit with a slew of curse words flying out of her mouth.  Why couldn’t she listen to Barbara?  Why couldn’t she just leave things alone? 

Melissa takes out her cell phone and dials a number that is engraved in her muscle memory.

“Hey, Barb.  I think I really fucked up…”

You were fighting tears. You had to finally pull over on the side of the road before your vision got too blurry.  Acey was sitting in the back of the car in her booster seat watching her mother break down before her very eyes.  You usually kept this part of you hidden behind closed doors.  Not wanting your daughter to see your vulnerability because you had to be strong for both of you. Carefully, your daughter unbuckled her seatbelt and crawled her way up into the front of the car.  You tried to steady your breathing but found it hard as your daughter wrapped her arms around you.

“It’s gonna be okay, mommy.” she hugged you as tight as she possibly could.  

You wrap your hands around you daughter, “I l-love you, little m-monster.”  

She wiped your tears, “Mommy its time for you to make friends.  My teacher likes you. How can she not? You’re the best mommy in the whole wide world!”  

You chuckle to yourself wondering how you got so lucky to have a smart little girl who mirrored her mothers actions and pet talks knowing that you couldn’t argue against your own words.  

“I wish it were that simple, baby.  But I hear you.” you give her a kiss on her temple. “Now how about you crawl back into your seat and we go pick up some pizza for dinner?”

Two weeks had gone and passed with no contact between you both.  You had Acey walk into the school herself and back out at the end of the day, because you were bound and determined to avoid Melissa at all costs.  You could feel your walls breaking down and avoiding her had to be the glue that tried to hold them back together.

Melissa on the other hands was not having it anymore.  Everyday when Acey walked into her classroom since your last meeting with no one behind her frustrated Melissa to no end.  

Today was even worse because you kept Acey home from school for the last three days, and it was the straw that broke the camels back.  Not being able to see you was one thing, but not being able to see Acey was another. Melissa knew she was going to have to break some rules to be able to see you again and she had the perfect idea to do just that.  

“Pipsqueak!” Melissa yelled down the hallway and Janine came running to sound of her voice.  

“Yes, Melissa?” Janine questioned.

“Can you take my class with yours down to art? I have some business I need to take care of.”

Janine nodded and looked at her coworker suspiciously, but knowing better than to question her actions. 

“Come on kids! Who is excited for art?”

Melissa slips past Janine and makes her way to the front office. She slips past Ashley which isn’t hard because she is literally sleeping on the job.  Ava is doing a tiktok dance in front of her ring light, “body ody ody ody” now forever engrained in Melissa’s head.  “Ava, Jacob is in the breakroom saying that you would be the last to be eaten by a zombie because he is hotter than you.”

Ava snatches her phone as she makes her way out of her office, “Oh hell naw.”

Melissa smirks to herself ‘piece of cake’.  She starts looking through Ava’s file cabinet, her fingers strumming through file by file until her pointer finger lands on a file labeled Hadley, Acey. Quickly snatching it out of it’s place, Melissa starts flipping throught the pages until she lands on the one she is looking for.

“Tsk, tsk,” Melissa all but jumps out her skin.

“Barb! You scared the hell out me. What are you doing?”

Barbara makes her way around the desk and looks at the file within her hands, “Melissa, what do you think you’re dong?”

“I have to.  She won’t talk to me or even come in the school anymore.  I need to talk to her.”

“Why are you doing all of this for a woman you barely know?” Barbara questions.

“I wish I had an answer that makes sense.  There is something about Y/N that I am drawn too and I know she is drawn to me too,” she smiles to herself, “The way she crinkles her nose when I give her compliment.  The way she always gets excited when listening to her daughter talk about literally anything.  She is kind to every single person that I have seen her interact with at this school, even Janine’s annoying ass. I can tell her favorite color is yellow, because every pair of scrubs she wears has a yellow stitching as well as the laces of her tennis shoes.  She has this birth mark on her wrist that is shaped kind of like a flower and when I bring it up she blushes and subconsciously rubs her thumb across.” Melissa looks up a Barbara and sighs, “She is the most beautiful person that I know nothing about yet I feel like I know everything about. I can’t explain it, but I don’t want to give up without a fight.  I have to show her I care and I’m going to be here no matter what or how long it takes.” Melissa finished and Barbara - albeit doesnt understand - nods her head in reliance that she knows Melissa wouldn’t do all of this for just anybody.

Melissa grabs a sticky note off Ava’s desk and quickly jots down your address.

She doesn’t know how she made it throught the four grueling hours left of school.  When the final bell rings, Melissa quickly packed her things before leaving the school and getting in her car.  She pulled up her gps on her phone and typed in an unfamiliar address.  Thirty minutes later she is pulling up to a row of homes until she finally parks in front of a little beige one.  

Gathering her courage she picks herself up and out of her car and walks straight up to the door and knocks three times.  She is twiddling with her fingers nervously which is unlike herself.  Finally she hears footsteps on the other side of the door getting closer and the knob starts to turn.  When she finally sees your face through the crack of the door, she lets out the breath she didn’t know she was holding.

“Hi, Y/n.”

[geo-winchester]

I MEANT JIMMY FUCK SORRY

35. Put your seatbelt on. WITH JIMMY AND

"Have you eaten today" WITH EGGSY IM SORRY LMAO

THE ROOFTOP

A/N: hi lovely!! I’m so sorry this took me an eternity, I haven’t been mentally well and I’m trying to keep up with all the request but finally I finish this I hope you like it and I promise I’ll start to work on your other request with jimmy! Hope you have a lovely day/night! And thanks a lot for your requests🩵🩵🩵

Taron Egerton’s masterlist

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It’s been two years since you started your relationship with Eggsy and with that, it’s been two years telling the most weird story of how you met. For you it starts like a normal day at your residency, that day you were supposed to be helping Dr. Park on a surgery but one of your coworker got late making you end up on the ER, You don’t hate to be on that area but this was a surgery that you like to see. You gave a quick look at the tests of the patient you were going to check on, you make your way to the cubicle, when you get inside and look at him you were a little surprise, It was your old neighbor, your father were friend with his father, but you lost contact when his mother married again. 

-Eggsy?- he smiled when he recognized you. 

-Yn? What are you doing here?

-I should be doing that question- you said -I’m a resident here, actually I’ll be your doctor today, do you want me to introduce me as I usually do?- you said -Hello, I’m doctor YN YLN, I’m going to be the doctor who is going to attend you today, tell me how your feeling Mr. Unwin?- Eggsy and you start to laugh. 

-You sound like that boy from up- he said, making you laugh. 

-I know we always said that- you said you left the papers on a little table and approach to him -I’m going to exam you- you put the stethoscope on his chest -please take a deep breath- you couldn’t help but blush when you met his eyes -Do you want to share with me how this happen- you notice that he start to think on something. 

-Oh uh… I got into a fight with some pricks in the pub- he said you look at him for a moment. 

-You know it will be better if you tell the truth to me- you said. 

-I…- but before he could say anything else a man came in. He had a couple of glasses and a nice suit, none of his hair was out of line. 

-Oh, Eggsy, I’m glad you’re doing better- he said.

-Yn, this is Harry, he’s my…

-Uncle- you looked at him suspiciously but you shrugged. 

-I think that because of the traumas you had, you need to stay here for a few days.

-We’ll do whatever you say, doctor- Harry said as he gave you a soft smile.

-Ok, I’ll tell everything to Doctor Martin so he can be updated with your case when he sees you…

-Wait, so that means that I don’t have to see you again?- Eggsy asked.

-You won’t get rid of me that easily- you said before you winked at him.

You visited him every day while he was in the hospital, you liked to be around him, you could talk about anything and he always made you laugh, before he left the hospital he asked you for a date, you had to admit that you were nervous but everything went great. That date became a second date and then you started dating. After your sixth month dating he told you about his real job, he warned you that it could be dangerous for you and if you want to leave him he’ll understand but instead you took a step closer and kissed him. You were worried every time he was on a mission, but this time everything was different, some woman want all the control for the drugs, eggs was on united state with another agency, Harry was back, the hospital was a chaos with all the people infected with poppy’s drugs, and the cherry of the cake was when he called you and tell you that they were going to fight the golden circle on Poppy’s island. You tried to focus on your patients but you were tense until Eggsy’s name appeared on the screen. 

-Oh god, I’m glad you’re ok- you said making him chuckle. 

-You didn’t think that I would make it alive, uh love? 

-I never doubt of you babe… when are you coming home, I miss you

-I miss you too, darling- he said -Have you been eating today?- you thought for a second. 

-Yeah- you said as you bit your lip. 

-Love, you know I know when you’re lying right?- he said, making you sighed. 

-Ok I haven’t eaten today, we were kind of busy giving all the infected people the antidote that some spy won.

-You mean that handsome spy that 's waiting for you in the medics room?

-what?- you said as you ran to that room, Eggsy looked at you with a smirk on his face.

-I’m going to hang up now love- you haven’t realized that you have your phone on your ear.

-how…

-I’ll tell you later but first follow me- you did as he said, you followed him to the rooftop of the hospital, you were a little confused but you forgot when you saw the view.

-God has been ages since I've been here- you said before you look at him.

-How did you know about this place?

-I… kind of followed you when I was here- he said ashamed.

-So you were a stalker, agent Galahad?- you said with a smirk.

-Just for you, babe- he said with a smirk, you get close to him and kiss him. 

-I really miss you- you said. 

-Me too- you noticed that something was bothering him. 

-Are you ok?-he didn’t answer right away, until he shook his head -Do you want to talk about it?

-I… I almost didn’t make it- you could feel the air stuck in your lungs -I’m here thanks to Merlin and it was my fault- you hugged him as he told him everything that happened and you kept hugging as he calmed down and stayed like that for a moment. 

-How you been, what’s new?- he asked you after a while. 

-Let’s see, I found something I want to show you- you said as you looked at your phone and showed him a photo on your phone.

-Look how young we were- he said. 

-Are you telling me old?-you jokes. 

-Well you’re not 11 years olds anymore- he said -you want to know a secret?- you nodded. 

-I had a crush for you- you could see the blush appearing in his face -I know we were kids but when I was with you, I was always happy and if I’m honest I always wonder what happened to you, so imagine my surprise when you were my doctor, I was excited and then this happened��� and now with everything I’m sure of one thing.

-And what’s that?- you asked. 

-I realized that I want to spend my life with you- he said looking at your eyes.

-Are you…

-I’ll propose one day and I hope that you’ll say yes, but I’m pretty confident that you’ll accept- he said with a smirk making you roll your eyes- come on love, let's get you something to eat.

-Eggsy- you stopped him -I love you- you pull him into a soft kiss -shit I don’t want to compete with everything you said but I just want you to know that I’m really happy when I’m with you- you gave him a quick kiss before you start to walk again -oh and I’m pretty confident too that I’ll say yes- he gave you a big smile -so you have to promise me something.

-Yes, I’ll introduce you to Elthon John- he said. 

-I was going to say that you have to always come back to me but now I want to hear that. 

-I promise- he said -come on, let’s eat and I’ll tell you everything- he said as he took your hand. 

[eb0ny-raven]

Spencer Reid & Reader // 900 words

~ While driving together, Spencer Reid comforts his coworker’s intrusive thoughts in his typical Reid-y way.

~ Can be read as Platonic or Romantic, but written with platonic in mind.

“Are you alright?” Doctor Reid pulled his eyes away from the file open in his hand and looked over to you. You almost didn’t notice his look, as your own eyes were too busy scanning the road in front of you, and you nearly missed his question too.

As your eyes flitted from car to car, the rational part of your brain tried to keep you focused on the road, but it was fighting a losing battle. You could feel your thoughts get a bit lost. Every shadow from trees was a pedestrian in the road, you misjudged car parts for roadkill, and every bump in the road gave you the overwhelming feeling of getting into a crash. Every turn felt like it was going to send you into a tailspin.

“Yeah.” You said shortly. Reid furrowed his eyebrows.

“The wheel isn’t going to go anywhere.” He added a bit of a lift to his voice and you looked down at your hands. They gripped the steering wheel of the SUV, whitening your knuckles, and you also felt their involuntary shaking.

“I know.” You kept your responses short. You noticed this but too much brain power was being used to try to keep the car on the road. You ticked your head back and felt your neck crack slightly.

“You’re shaking.” He closed the folder and slipped it on the dashboard.

“Yeah.” I drifted around in the lane, micro-adjusting the steering wheel unnecessarily. We drove toward a stoplight, and it turned yellow, surprising me. I came to a clunky stop which lurched both Reid and I forward. “Sorry,” I apologized, “I have my license, promise.” I lightheartedly smiled at Spencer in the passenger seat. He stared back at me straight-faced and I could feel his eyes searching my face.

“What’s wrong?”

I didn’t want him to find the reason stupid, even though I knew he’d be fine about it.

“Oh, nothing.” A pedestrian in the crosswalk waved at me and I struggled to hold in my impulse control.

“I can tell you’re lying, y/n, seriously. Also the light is green.” I groaned and accelerated before any angry driver behind me decided to let me know.

“I’ll be fine. What’s the exit?” I changed the subject as I pulled onto a cloverleaf to enter the freeway. My brain immediately clouded with all the new cars around me, and now at higher speeds, I could feel every bump and vibration.

“Exit 54.”

My head ticked forward this time and my hands started to feel very lightweight.

“Great.” If Reid was categorizing my movements, I wouldn’t have seen anything. With the incessant hum of the car worming its way through my head, I scanned the upcoming direction signs and flicked on my blinker to switch to the rightmost lane. The car lurched a bit, moved right, then wobbled in the lane before settling much too far on one side.

Jesus, it’s like you just got your permit or something.

I exited on 54, but it felt too soon. Reid directed me left at another stoplight, then had me pull into an empty parking lot. I put the vehicle and park and cocked my head at Reid.

“I’ll drive.” He said simply. Thank you. I blessed Spencer in my head. Normally I would have protested, but I felt far too much fear to even think about pulling out of the parking lot.

He was out of the car and beside the driver's side door before I had even opened it. I got out, Spencer got it, shifted the seat and mirrors, then put the car in reverse when I managed myself into the passenger seat.

“You know, intrusive thoughts are a very common occurrence-“ He pulled out of the lot and started back on course, “-about 96 percent of the population admit to having them.”

It didn’t immediately register in my head he was talking to me, I just stared through the windshield and slowly opened and closed my hands into fists. My wrists jerked a little for a moment, then I just played with my hands.

“The most common ones tend to be about doing something illegal, like theft or vandalism, thoughts of violence like murder or suicide, or unwanted sexual imagery. They can vary from just a thought crossing your mind to being a very debilitating mental affect. And while intrusive thoughts can be indicative of an underlying mental health condition like OCD and other anxiety disorders, it’s actually quite normal and not at all a reflection of a person's character or moral standing.”

His voice rambled very evenly, but his inflections felt more empathetic than usual. I sighed and looked at him. His eyes were on the road, but I saw him smirk when he glanced over.

“Professionals aren’t always sure why a person experiences intrusive thoughts, but I tend to think of it as a by-product of our internal defense system. A lot of times the unwelcome thought has no connection to the action a person is taking, but in stressful situations it can be the brain's coping mechanism.”

I laugh.

“Why are you telling me all this, Spencer?” I know why he’s telling me, he probably knows me better than I know myself.

“So next time you can just tell me you don’t want to drive.”

My hands still feel clammy, and small anxious ticks still take over my movements, but I nod.

“Will do.” After a beat of silence he looks over at me.

“I’m being serious.” He looks at me through his curly brown bangs.

“So am I. Thank you. Now eyes back on the road.”

[dreamersbcll]

You know what would be cool? Imagine if mybe christina was worse than we thought, and before the all scream 2022 events, something happens and tara calls sam and then she takes her away from that house.

“SOS”

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“Long night?”

Sam looked up from scrubbing the grill, grinning at her coworker Zach.

Putting the grill brush down, she went to the hand wash station to clean her hands. “Well, we just worked two clopen shifts in a row and are starting our third. Also, I’m running solely on red bull and wafers, so you tell me, smartass,”.

He just smiled back at her, tossing a towel her way. “Yet you’re still here for another day with me. Face it, Sam, you’re in love with me,” he teased, bumping her hip with his.

She shoved him back, laughing despite herself. “Yeah, and what would your boyfriend say about that?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know. Let me ask,”.

Before she could retort, her phone started ringing in her pocket. It was the ringtone she had specifically for unknown callers. But this one felt different like her phone was burning her in her pocket.

Sam took it out, looking at the screen. It was indeed an unknown number, but the sequence of numbers made her stomach bottom out. It was the area code for Woodsboro. She thought she had gotten rid of all her ties to that place. Not.

“Uh… could you cover the window? I’ll be back in a second,” she asked, giving Zach puppy eyes.

He rolled his eyes but waved her off. “Joe catches you slacking, don’t bring me into it,”.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever,” she muttered, heading out of the store.

Once outside, she answered the call, nervous to find who may be on the other end.

“Hello?” she asked, unsure of what was happening.

The second she had the voice, she knew she was in deep shit. She recognized that voice. It was the one that she had abandoned four years ago.

“Sam.”

Her breath caught in her throat, her stomach immediately souring. She tried to stop her hands from shaking, but it was useless.

“Tara? Is that you? Are you okay? Where are you?” she frantically asked, nausea rising inside her.

Tara paused, her breathing heavy. Sam could hear that something was going on in the background. Yelling. Someone was screaming and breaking something. She could listen to Tara’s breaths becoming wheezy and a woman crying in Spanish. Christina.

Switching to Spanish, Sam spoke quietly, sensing her mother was on another rage fit. The last thing she needed to do was alert Christina of her baby sister’s hiding place.

“Mi cielo. ¿Qué está pasando? ¿Estás a salvo?”

(My sky. What’s going on? Are you safe?)

She could hear Tara whimper at the words and shift in her spot. If Sam listened carefully, she could hear her mother breaking something against the hardwood floors. It sounded like glass.

“Sammy. No sabía a quién más llamar. Necesito ayuda. Se ha vuelto loca. ¡Loca! Por favor, ven a casa, rápido,” her sister whispered, urgency laced in her tone.

(I didn’t know who to call. I need help. She’s gone crazy. Crazy! Please come home quickly)

Another crash echoed through the phone, and she heard a door slam and Tara screaming.

“¡Puta! ¡Te mataré por lo que has hecho!” her mother yelled, clearly slapping Tara.

(You whore! I will kill you for what you have done!)

Sam didn’t know what to do. She couldn’t do anything from where she was. She was helpless, listening to her mother beat her baby sister over the phone. All she could do was yell for Tara to fight and run! Run! Get out! Get out, baby, get out!

Finally, the phone ended the call, the ringing echoing throughout Sam’s ears. Her voice was hoarse from screaming, her ears echoing with the sounds of her sister being abused. She never thought she would hear her baby sister cry like that again, especially not through the phone.

Without a second thought, she pocketed her phone and made her way to her car, peeling away out of the parking lot.

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Everything got hazy after the first punch.

The fucked-up part was that Tara was having a good day. She has aced her AP Biology exam and got an A- on her English paper. Plus, Amber had given her her favorite hoodie back. And the twins had invited her to go ice skating with them.

Naturally, nothing good in Tara's life could stay. She was destined to be punished. She knew that deep down, she was a glutton for punishment. How else would she know if she was alive if she hadn't been beaten down by something?

But she wasn’t expecting her mother to go off the rails so soon. They had such a good run in the last couple of weeks. Tara keeps a wide berth from Christina, and in return, her mother gets wasted in the backyard—a win-win.

Within the last day, something had snapped inside of her mother. She had been on the warpath more than usual, smashing bottles onto the floor and breaking random pieces of furniture. It was only a matter of time before Tara would be next.

She was hoping for more time. One more day. If she had made it one more day, she could’ve been out of the house and safe with the twins. But luck was never on her side.

The surprise punch to the jaw once she walked through the front door was shocking, but it kicked her into high gear. Dizzy and disoriented, she shoved her mother back, sprinting up the stairs. She slipped on a broken bottle, falling to her knees, hissing as glass embedded into her palms and knees. It didn’t matter, and she had to move.

Barricading into her closet, she got her phone out, trying to decide who to call. Her jaw aching and her vision blurry, she tried to wrack her brain for somebody. Anybody.

She decided on the long shot. Her mother was making her way upstairs, screaming in a messy mix of Spanish and English. It was now or never.

Dialing the one number she saved under Unknown, she prayed for a miracle.

Luckily her big sister picked up, and Tara blurted out that she needed help. For a moment, hope fluttered in her chest, hearing her big sister’s voice. Maybe, just maybe, this would work.

If only her mother didn’t hit her with that chair. She had no idea if Sam had heard her or if she was coming. All she knew was that she potentially dialed the last phone call she would ever make.

Once she felt her ribs crunch and her nose break, did she give into the darkness creeping behind her eyes. Maybe when she woke, this would all be over.

She wasn’t sure if she wanted to wake up alive or dead. She just wanted the pain to stop. Whatever did that, she would take it mercifully.

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The drive to Woodsboro took maybe an hour, hour and a half. Sam wasn’t ready to unpack why she only lived an hour away from her sister. She didn’t have time to blame herself when something was wrong.

Pulling into the lawn, she didn’t even bother to shut the car off. She threw her seatbelt off and tore across the property. Throwing open the door, she paused in the doorway, staring into the abyss.

It was strange. She wasn’t expecting everything to look the same. She would’ve thought that her absence would change everything. Yet the walls were empty of photographs, and the floor was still dirty from nights of sin.

The shrieks and yelling snapped her out of her trance, and Sam bolted up the stairs. The only light on upstairs was Tara's room, and that’s when she could hear the screaming.

“Sammy! Sammy, help! Help!” shrieked her baby sister above the noise of slapping and swearing.

Sam went to the room and saw her mother above her baby sister, hitting her with what looked like a trophy. Tara’s trophy. Second-grade spelling bee winner.

Her little sister was crumpled on the ground, with a bloody nose and a gash below her eye that stretched over her cheek. Tara looked dazed, her eyes unfocused and her hands shaking, trying to protect herself from the blows feebly.

Christina, on the other hand, looked about the same as the last time Sam had seen her. Long, dark stringy hair framed a gaunt face, eyes rimmed red, and a sneer so ugly that it made Sam cringe.

She sprung into action, tackling her mother against the wall. She pinned Christina there, one arm barred against her throat, the other wrestling the bloody trophy from her hand. Her mother’s eyes were wide in surprise, a snarl forming on her lips.

“So the prodigal daughter returns! ¡La hija de un asesino!” her mother sneered, choking a bit as Sam pressed harder against her throat.

(The murderer’s daughter!)

Sam finally got the trophy out, throwing it down on the ground. Tara whimpered from her crumpled state at the broken award, watching another childhood memory shatter. Sam didn’t fucking care. She had to end this.

Pressing her arm harder in the throat, she let her mother choke, her arms clawing at Sam’s to make her let go. But Sam wouldn’t budge. She grinned as her mother's eyes grew more panicked. She wanted to see the light die from her mother’s eyes; she wanted to feel the life leave her body. It would be the ending that she deserved.

But something nagged her to turn around and look at Tara. Look at her baby sister.

Giving in, Sam turned to look, ignoring the gasps of her mother. She looked down at her baby sister, taking in the little girl she had left before.

Tara looked up at her, her nose gushing blood, wheezing. Sam could make out a bruised ring appearing around Tara’s neck. A choke mark. She pressed harder into her mother’s throat, feeling the desperation set into her mother’s body.

Her baby sister just kept staring at Sam, her big brown eyes full of sadness, of tears that weren’t falling. Sam could feel shame prickle up her back, her face growing warm. Tara shook her head at Sam, silently pleading for her to let Christina go.

Even after all these years, Tara had some hypnotic grip on Sam. Her baby sister nodded at Sam, coughing a bit of blood up. Sam nodded back and let her mother crumpled to the floor, gasping.

In a heartbeat, Sam was on the floor, soothing her baby sister. She kissed Tara’s head and smoothed the hair out of her eyes. Tara cried in response, nails clinging onto Sam’s skin, sinking in. Sam let her hold on as she kept kissing her head and rocking her back and forth.

After a minute or two, Sam scooped Tara up, ignoring the whimpers of distress, silencing her. Tara cried out in pain but still curled into Sam’s embrace, her head tucked into her shoulder.

As Sam turned around to leave, she heard the raspy voice of her mother, forcing her to pause.

“Where are you going with her? She’s defective, you know. You’re not stupid, Sam- you’ve always been the stronger one,” she croaked out.

Sam shook her head, staring down at her mother. She didn’t succumb to the temptation to put Tara down and finish it for good. Instead, she stood ramrod straight, her eyes unforgiving, her hands unrelenting. Tara could sense the words about to come out, and she buried her face deeper into Sam’s chest.

“You never wanted either of us. I’m doing you a favor. I’m doing what I should’ve done in the first place,” she hissed back, staring daggers at her mother's broken body.

Tilting her head, Christina stared back in wonder. “And what would that be?”

“Leaving with Her. Just like I should’ve done,” Sam said.

Despite her mother’s pleas, and the broken bottles being thrown at the two, Sam marched on, cradling Tara tightly to her chest.

This was her redo. There would never be another one.

She wasn’t leaving without her girl this time around.

[bropunzeling]

would you ever do second chance future fic matthew/leon... i think that would hurt me a lot... something about not getting what you want and having to wait a little longer

ok the thing is i HAVE been thinking about this exact concept and like, idk if i want to give spoilers ig? but also it's my tumblr and i assume anything i post here has the same kind of lasting power as the cascadian glaciers in the age of climate change so as long as you promise to all forget it in case i get my act together and write it, we're golden.

but like, imagine a world where several years in the future, through cap and trade shenanigans i dare not say explicitly, leon ends up on the same team as matthew, who is his --

it's not exes. they weren't dating, for fuck's sake. but they started hooking up at some point during the bubble season. and not long into the bubble season, it got, well, it wasn't just your normal fuck and run. it was something they didn't talk about, it was something they did, where matthew would shove leon on his knees, or pull his hair, or dig his nails into bruises. and sometimes leon gave as good as he got but half the time he didn't, he just let matthew do whatever the fuck he wanted, which somehow always ended up being what leon wanted. to have someone else decide what they were doing. to have someone else set the parameters and wait for leon to meet them and tell him he was doing so fucking good.

and they could've gone on like that forever, until matthew left.

leon is aware that it wasn't personal, except for how it felt fucking personal.

so now he’s on his brand new team, trying to make nice with barkov and knight and the rest of them and meanwhile here's matthew, trying to be welcoming, which, that's fucking rich, and then matthew stops trying.

so they're teammates. coworkers. sometimes, they end up in the same places after games. sometimes, they're both sitting in the same hotel lobby bar on road trips. everyone is aware that there's something off, barkov even tries to give leon a come to jesus talk about it, but leon is never going to be buddy buddy with matthew and that'll have to fucking do.

until midway through the season a play goes wrong, and matthew snaps at leon, and leon snaps back, and it doesn't end on the bench, there's still that tension simmering when matthew follows him out to player parking, boxes him in by his car, asks what the fuck he's doing, how does he expect them to win when he won't even look matthew in the eye, fucking christ --

leon doesn't mean to kiss matthew. he's pretty sure matthew doesn't mean to kiss him back. he's pretty sure neither of them mean to head to leon's place, that neither of them mean to grapple against the front door, to get off on the living room couch.

for a moment, lying there naked next to each other, it almost feels like nothing has changed at all.

then, matthew says, i need to go.

it's like a river is rushing in leon's head. go, then, he says. it's all you ever seem to do.

[cue: more fighting!!!! long periods of longing and arguing and understanding who you are to each other! a push for the playoffs! eventually a resolution that involves negotiating the undernegotiated kink!!!]

[all-pacas]

hows the fic going…

THANK YOU FOR YOUR SUPPORT, i went down a rabbit hole (what’s up australian/nz tumblr friends) about if australia was a top sheet or no top sheet country and then i deleted the entire scene anyway because it was useless. i keep having the same fucking conversation happening and i’ve decided to lean into it and pretend it’s intentional. i’m at 9k and the idea that i am supposed to have a happy ending is making me sweat nervously; i think the deleted bits are probably another 2 or 3 thousand words. i read an actual medical journal article and i don’t know why. i’m also writing in a slightly different style than normal, let’s call it mauve? prose?, which just adds another layer. when i finally finish this thing ya’ll better pat my ass so hard me and this fanfic are fighting to the absolute death. i don’t even really ship cameron/chase guys.

here is a scene i cut out of the story entirely, in part because it sent me down another rabbit hole: park does mention she knows chase was once married to a coworker early in s8, but how much do the new kids know about cameron and how much of it was taub gossiping:

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Adams comes into the conference room all frustrated, which means she’d swung by the ICU before work again. “I wish you’d try and visit Chase after work and not before,” Park says; she finds Adams’s post-visit huffiness supremely irritating.

House isn’t in, and although Park had seen Taub’s car in the lot when she’d come in, he isn’t around either.

“You haven’t gone to see him at all,” Park says, sitting as far diagonal from Adams as possible.

“He’s made it pretty clear he doesn’t want visitors.” Park makes a face, despite wanting to be neutral and cool about it: truth be told, this bothers her just as much as it does Adams; Chase is her friend. “It isn’t like our presence is speeding the healing process.” Even though it feels like it should, somehow: Park is a scientist and she knows better. Even still. Truth be told, it makes her feel better that he doesn’t want to see Adams either, and anyway, Adams is probably only going because she feels guilty, and because she’s very pretty and Chase is very pretty and, well, Park knows how these things happen.

She flips resolutely through a textbook she’d grabbed off the shelves. House kept it there specifically to taunt Chase, because it had been written by Chase’s dad — the dust flap did confirm Dr. Rowan Chase was based out of Melbourne — and if Park really tries it almost feels that by reading it they’re connecting.

“He had one yesterday,” Adams confides in an eager half-whisper, leaning towards Park, distance forgotten.

“One of his girlfriends?” Park frowns: except for the odd nurse he hooks up with at work, Chase usually keeps his floozies far away from the hospital.

“I don’t know,” Adams admits. “When he kicked me out, he said she was taking care of him.” She leans back, considers Park closely, although for what Park has no idea. “I think she was his ex wife.”

Park ponders this revelation. “Huh.” Chase had briefly been married to one of the doctors here, she knows: it was sort of common hospital gossip, usually brought up whenever a newer nurse was starting to make eyes at him. The warning went to the effect of he’s only looking for sex: he got married once, it lasted all of a month, look out. Her name was Cameron, Park knows, because House occasionally — but not as often as she would have assumed — likes to insult Chase’s intelligence by bringing her into things. When Park imagines her, she assumes tall and blonde and huge boobs, which is unfair: not that doctors can’t be stacked, but it is statistically unlikely Cameron was formerly a stripper.

[the-monkey-ruler]

I’m so soft how wukong, bajie, and wujin really feel like brothers. Sanzang is like the dad friend but sometimes I feel like wukong sees them as equals too. Their dynamic is hard to pin down.

THEY CARE ABOUT EACH OTHER A LOT OKAY! I know people always judge them at first glance BUT THEY HAVE EACH OTHER BACKS!

I know it’s hard to pin down how they feel about each other because they have gone through a lot and have been shits to one another on more than one occasion at the same point it’s kind of that “everyone pointing fingers at everyone” until they realize that all in the same boat.

Like sure none of them find the journey a walk in the park let alone a vacation. It’s hard work.. and it’s EIGHTY-ONE trials!! They are here because it starts off as coworkers to get back to their previous positions. Bajie and Wujing and BaiLong want to get back to their high positions, Wukong wants to get out of the mountain, and Sanzang is wanting to focus only on the mission. It a mutual cooperation where they just have to be civil to one another at LEAST and bear with each at MOST.

But that isn’t the case. They bicker, the complain, they fuck with one another almost daily cause they are either bored and looking for a good laugh. And they could have kept that up if they didn’t start relying on one another. How with each fight and each demon they couldn’t just keep each other at arms length is they want to survive. They have to start working together. It’s always fighting for their lives and always having to be suspicious and be on edge with not knowing who can be a friend or foe. And I think it really creates a kind of, “normally I would never speak to these kinds of people, but due to circumstances I have grown to know them and care for them as I would my own limbs.” Like they have a dynamic to rely on one another and shoulder the other because while they know they can’t do this without any one of them missing they also grew to feel they don’t WANT to.

They go from strangers to coworkers to brothers in arms…

I think this is why the Three Daoist arc is one of my favorites because it has this one single moment that always sticks with me and it’s a detail I don’t get to see often and I’m just glad that it is still there after all this time.

They just genuinely enjoying each others company… they cause trouble sure eating offerings but they are doing it together.

And honestly, Sanzang is the dad friend. Another detail I always feel like people overlook is that he is actually a very cautious person and always worries if Wukong, Bajie, or Wujing have to go fight. If they enter a valley that is clearly demon-infested he’s usually the one to say it first “maybe we should go around to avoid trouble” but Wukong or Bajie would always assume they can handle it or that going around is even LONGER. Like they are gods and yes they do get caught up in mischief but in the end there is no length they would go whether it bothering heaven or breaking down hell's gates to get the assistance they need to save each other asses.

It actually reminds me of the idea of soldiers, and how that kind of comradeship is built not only through hardship, but knowing that there was something at the end of that hardship that they are fighting for. Like Wujing and Bajie experienced soldiers and Wukong a warlord they have all seen the fair show fighting but it’s in a United front that they game through each battle and overuse of constant protecting and defending and even in the quiet moments of living and enjoying each other company do they start to see each other as a family.

And Wukong and Sanzang I feel start off with really not trusting one another to even being scared or hating one another. Wukong just saw Sanzang as an obstacle in his path and tried to kill him and Sanzang didn’t trust Wukong AT ALL after seeing how he treats both humans and demons. But it’s only slowly through time that Sanzang has to realize that he was wrong all along. That people can change and Wukong is one of them, and that it isn’t fair to judge him as irredeemable just cause his first instinct is to attack first and ask questions later. And Wukong was wrong about Sanzang as well. He grew to not care about anybody weaker than him that wasn't his monkeys to care about Sanzang so much. He goes from telling Sanzang to shut up and stop crying to being the one to cry when he gets kidnapped. He throws himself in his studies so much to learn about Buddism, rivaling Sanzang himself that they talk to each other equally when it comes to the scriptures. Wukongs goals slowly change from trying to repay Sanzang to wanting to get the scriptures himself, to get the ripe fruit he wants as well. And they end up both as Buddhas in the end, another highlight of how they both came to a common conclusion, how they started at each other throats but ended in the same place with the same goal and on the same level at the end.

They really start to see each other as their family, not just cause of being disciples but cause they have those dynamics. Sanzang always worries and tries to offer advice and listen even though he doesn’t know how to help beyond that, Wukong pranks them all while still being the first to defend cause ONLY HE gets to fuck with these guys, Bajie just gives off such middle-child energy honestly always wants attention and special privileges, Wujing being the favorite but also underestimate every single time despite giving words of wisdom and encouragement, and BaiLong always there but never offers any input kind of friend. Quiet but he is appreciated.

I feel like they didn’t get along for the longest time, even years, but that they still stuck with one another through each trial made a kind of bond that can’t be just “friend” or even “comrade”.

At least that’s how I like to see it…

… fuck this is such a good story.

[ijustthinkhesneat]

I’m back and with a vengeance!

It’s ya boy Dicks turn. I’ve reflected on my relationship with canon and decided I don’t have one so if people feel like it’s ooc, then your probably right and you can fight me in the Denny’s parking lot.

Age: I am a firm believer that Dick is in his early twenties so like 22.

Got adopted by Bruce at 9-10 and had his rebellious faze around 16.

Gender: Male, he/him pronouns

Sexuality: This man is pansexual I’m sorry but it’s the truth.

Ethnicity: Romani. DICK GRAYSON IS A PERSON OF COLOR SAY IT LOUD FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK.

Favorite food: Cereal. I firmly believe that Dick can cook but simply chooses not too.

-Dick has ADHD, this man is hyperactive, has the attention span of a mushroom and is constantly stimming. Like your trying to tell me he bends himself into all these wacky shapes just for fun exercise? Wrong, he’s fidgeting and just has the range.

-Dick practices gymnastics to work off all his excess energy.

-I also headcanon that Dick has Joint hypermobility syndrome. He didn’t get treated for it until he moved in with Bruce because everyone just thought he was a really good circus kid. Bruce figured it out when he realized Dick had trouble writing and and doing precise actions with his hands. Dick went to occupational therapy for a few years after that.

- This is all to say Dick has a Superman themed hand splint he uses when he needs to write for long periods.

- Dick slowly drifting away from Bruce happened a lot less violently than in canon for me for a few reasons. One I think Bruce is a better parent here and is a lot less emotionally neglectful of Dick and treats him with more respect. Relatively speaking, Bruce is still a broody emotionally constipated emo. Instead I think a lot of it has to do with the teenage desire for freedom, Dick had a really mutable life in Hally’s circus where he was meeting all different kinds of people and traveling all over the place, but now is has a much more structured lifestyle and he wants to push the boundaries. The other reason is because I don’t like DC making Bruce ✨physically abusive✨.

- I think their first big fight is when dick decides to really test the limits by sneaking out to go to a concert, he ends up having a few drinks and smoking some cigarettes. When he got back to the manner Bruce was freaking out. They end up having a screaming match about being responsible and Dick feeling like Bruce is too controlling.

- In reality before Dick got back Bruce was having a full blown panic spiral because he thought one of the rogues captured Dick.

- The fight that actually causes Dick to finally run away is one night Bruce finds him having a moment with another boy from Gotham Academy. A lot of Bruce’s repression, trauma from his childhood and internalized homophobia flares up and he says some cruel things to Dick. Bruce goes up to Dicks room an hour later to apologize to him but his room is already empty.

- Dick spends the next year primarily with the Titans, sometimes he calls Alfred. Bruce tries to contact him many times but Dick ignores him. After this he moves to bloodhaven and becomes Nightwing. Dick learns that Batman has a new Robin and is furious.

-When he goes back to the manner he comes in swinging. He immediately tries to pick a fight with Bruce and starts yelling, this ends up scaring Jason that he hides in the library. Dick learns that Bruce is in therapy to unpack his trauma and Dick leaves.

- The first night Dick spends at the manner is a few months later, his relationship with Bruce is still bad buts he’s willing to tolerate him now at least. In the morning he finds a stick figure drawing that was slid under his door while he slept showing him and Jason holding hands. Dick decides if he can’t repair his relationship with his dad coworker for himself he could for this kid.

- Sometimes Dick let’s Jason sleep at his apartment on the weekends and teaches him French. Their relationship isn’t perfect but Dick grows to love his little brother.

-Then Jason goes off the grid and Dick learns about Jason’s death. Jason’s funeral is the first time Dick calls Bruce dad again.

- I think that Dick warmed up a lot to Bruce and really supported Tim I’m becoming the next Robin. I think he tried to keep his emotional distance but ultimately really warmed up to Tim when he asked Dick to teach him gymnastics to improve his acrobatic skills.

- When Damian shows up I think Dick is really conflicted because while he is internally excited about having a new baby brother he will never get over the trauma of losing Jason so he’s really on guard.

- Dick feels his big brother instincts kick in when he sees some other boys bullying Damian because he isn’t white.

-When Cass shows up Dick has fully given up on resisting the urge to baby his siblings. He helps her practice ballet and they have flexibility contests.

- Dick is in a throuple with Kory and Wally, sorry I don’t make the rules just serve them up.

- When Jason comes back I think Dick is hit almost as hard as Bruce. Dick first runs into Jason one on one After the events of under the Red Hood, and sees Jason kill someone. Dicks brain kind of short circuits because he is watching something terrible but on the other hand Jason is still baby brother shaped in his mind.

- Jason finally starts talking to Dick again when he breaks into Dicks apartment to snoop and sees that Dick keeps the drawing Jason gave him framed in his bed room.

Trigger warning for the next part: SA/R*pe

- Dick getting assaulted by tarantula was really changed Dick. Like obviously it would, but DC never talks about it so I will. After Tarantula, Dick started self isolating, he wouldn’t leave his apartment for days on end. Feel water on him was a big trigger so he started to even avoid showering. Eventually Kory and Wally found him and brought him to the manor.

-His recovery was really slow going and years of undiscussed objectification, mind control, memory loss and sexual harassment had left Dick with a terrible self image. But the batfam really pulled together to support him. Bruce even convinced him to go to therapy. He’s getting better day by day.

Okay this was so long and basically just evolved into a story outline, promise I’ll try to reign it in next time.

[okimnerdy]

January 2022 (left) vs. November 2023 (right)

Once Cancelled, Revisted:

The FNAF Performance Program AU

I started this AU back when Security Breach first got announced. Essentially, the company has human alternatives for each animatronic in case they need to go under maintenance. It was basically a no murder/human AU my little brain clutched with an iron grip.

After seeing the movie on premiere day, I decided to revisit this AU and revamp everyone's look!

While sketching everyone out, I came up with a new take the AU. Basically, what if instead of kids, it was the employees that went missing and possessed the animatronics? It takes place primarily in FNAF 1, but I may do the rest of the lineup down the road.

(Click MORE to see how they died)

TW:// depictions of murder & mutilation

FNAF 1:

Susan "Susie" Cooper - Chica the Chicken // Susie was killed by her boss after watching him bring a little girl into the backroom. Worried, she followed and found Mr. Afton just struggling to subdue the girl. Susie did her best to save her, but ended up taking the killing blow for the girl. Susie is cut into pieces in order to fit in the mascot of the character she so dearly portrayed. Her hands were the only pieces of her ever found. Rumors say that you can still hear her screams in the pizza place.

She protected a young girl named Cassidy.

Francis "Fritz" Kitts - Foxy the Pirate // Fritz was killed after he thought he saw Susie walking into the back room, weeks after she disappeared. Afton tried to subdue him as he got too close and found another kid, but was late. Fritz got the kid untied and began to run down the hall with them. He was stabbed in the leg and urged the kid to run. He eventually died after losing a lot of blood from being stabbed in the chest, legs, and arm as well as having his jaw broken. He was hidden in the new concrete rocks of the pirate cove set. His eye and right hand were found alongside his friend’s hands.

He saved a boy named Josh.

Jeremy O'Hara - Bonnie the Bunny // Jeremy didn’t go out without a fight. He was there when the place got shut down for investigation, immediately finding his boss acting shifty. He decided to follow him and claimed he needed to collect some personal belongings before leaving. Upon being discovered, Afton attempted to knock him out. The two fought for a while before Jeremy was ultimately killed by having his face and skull smashed in. His body was bent and broken before being placed in Bonnie’s suit until the police left.

He is survived by his little sister, Vanessa.

Gabriel Frasier - Freddy Fazbear // Gabriel was killed as fit of revenge against the Frazier-Emily family. He was taken just after one of his shifts. Hidden and locked in the Parts & Service garage for days, only surviving because he knew where to hide. He was eventually caught after he kicked a paint can upon his escape from the shadows. Afton used Gabriel’s body in an attempt to make a new kind of animatronic, fusing his body to the metal endo skeleton and placing him inside the titular bear. Unlike his coworkers, no pieces of him were ever found.

He is survived by his little brother, Evan.

Cassandra "Cassidy" Woods - Hostess/Employee // Cassidy is currently still considered missing as no one really knows what happened after she went to close one night. The opener came into an unlocked store and her stuff was still on the counter, ready to leave any minute, and her car was still in the parking lot. No signs of forced entry or foul play were seen. A thorough investigation was launched, but her case went cold. Cassie remains missing to this day.

[sguidwards-bestfriend]

Look Danny hadn't been a hero since he moved to Gotham a few years back, okay. He was rusty.

So maybe the small ecto blast that was meant to just leave his finger pushed out a huge burst. And so what if it hit its mark and knocked out the baddies.

Unlike the other "heros" there he didn't hit a single artifact, even with a blast diameter of about a meter total.

When he looked over to the batman and his gaggle of ducklings he glanced behind them to the artifact they were protecting... and the destroyed glass around it along with the neighboring displays laying on the floor.

Batman stepped towards him, he was supposed to just be a civi tied up and scared.

"Before you say a damn thing you weird furry," he heard giggles/gasps from his crowd of coworkers. "you better be replacing everything you broke."

Danny stood up, Batman was expressionless as usual. He waited for him to open his mouth before interrupting him again. "I mean seriously, look at all this damage. We're a small inner city museum. The fact we have the alien tech at all is a miracle on its own."

Danny turned around and started untying his coworkers.

Then a low gruff voice finally spoke. "We don't kill."

"They're not dead." Danny stopd up and placed his hands on his hips like Jazz had done to him when he messed up. "And I mean, really?! That's all you have to say?! No thank you for stopping the badie you spent 20 minutes trying to catch?"

He stepped closer, going intangible but not invisible incase one of them tried to start a fight, and with the blow he was about to go for they probably would. "You! You don't get to say a word! The justice league is a joke. You protect at random, an entire down disappeared off the face of the planet and you did nothing. TWICE!"

A man in a black and blue suit started talking when Batman continued his silence. "What are you talking about?"

"Look up Amity Park. There wasn't a lot of coverage of it, but with your tech I dont think it'll be hard to see that every citizen in town stopped all activity on the same day."

He went back to untying people. People he'd worked with for 2 years at this point. He'd had dinner with them, he'd babysat their kids, and now they were looking at him as if he's was some creature that would hurt them at any moment.

He sighed, untied the last person, Jane had made him hot cocoa everytime he stayed past closing. He doubted she'd keep doing it after tonight.

"If I lose my job because of your incompetence..." Danny wasn't sure of what to say there. He dug his palm i to his eyes then ran his fingers through his hair.

He tried to fix it quickly so he wouldn't seem like the crazy one.

"Metas aren't allowed in my town."

That was it, he'd pushed back creating Dan for so long. Even with the nasty burger explosion, even with dealing with Vlad for that last year of high-school, this would could be it.

He couldn't help but laugh, "You think I'm a meta? No, nope, sorry." He went invisible and duplicated himself. Might as well spook the bat if he was going to ruin his life. With some duplicates using ghost speak his voice echoed throughout the museum:

"I'm more than a mutated human."

..............................................

Accidental villan Danny?? I had no idea where this was going tbh.

I love prompts like this, hope you're chill with additions!

Danny is a tour guide for a space museum which is super fun. Until a rogue takes him hostage one night because apparently there's a powerful alien artifact mixed in with the items on display. Worse yet, before he can beat up this idiot himself, a hero comes busting through the skylight. Great, now he has to play civilian.

[prettiestcowgirl]

everything is upside down in my world right now. i always experience change at such a devastating rate but sometimes i feel like it all happened too fast. i think about how my dad will never see the new person i've become; a healthier person, a mindful person, less angry, and less terrified.

then again, sometimes i wear it like a stain. i feel like i walk through life like a child with jelly smeared on my cheeks. i assume the turmoil soils through the surface, but it doesnt. there are all these new people in my life and they see me as this person i havent been for long enough. im not comfortable sitting inside her skin yet. she is just as unknown to me as she is to them, but she surprises them and myself regularly.

my coworker, my newest friend, said i ooff as posh. he was surprised when i talked with so much grit. he said i was a girl who wore business skirts with nice hair and he caught me doing my makeup in the parking lot thirty minutes before my shift even started. he said i talked so intelligently he couldnt believe the things i told him about my past. it's weird to hear that view of myself because i can feel the poverty and the raw childhood on my body like an aura. i feel as though it is a way about myself that i feel, but nobody sees.

tonight i sat and watched tv with my roommates and we laughed and one of them made me earrings out of a necklace my little brother bought me. they like my pink outfits and they think im incredibly clean and they treat me like one of them, but they're the people i never thought id fit in with; clean, sweet, pretty. i feel so monstrous inside. i feel like im lying to them.

my best friend and i have been fighting a lot. he hasn't left his girlfriend, but they have ceased couples counseling and he admitted he feels platonically towards her. sometimes i try so hard to hold back my feelings because i think he should be with her even if he has feelings for me. i get so mad at myself when i lash out at him becuase of the odd ties between us. i dont want to pull him towards me. he thinks im selfless and affectionate and genuine and i wish he wouldn't think that way but i also have never felt so much love from another person. i want to lie inside of it, but im so deeply discomforted by it as well. sometimes i wish i didn't care so much about him so i could just leave them at peace. i tried. i ignored him for a week to give them space to patch things up; i cried and wept in bed like an idiot, he called me and asked why i would do that to him. i want him to be with someone who isn't so uncertain, someone who doesn't have cinderblocks tied to their feet, someone without a very long road ahead of them.

[dearviper]

Guilty As Charged

Jim Hopper x Female!Reader One-Shot

When Hopper rebuffs your drunken advances at a bar, you start flirting with another man in front of him. Jealous and concerned about your level of inebriation, Jim stops you from going home with the man and drives you home himself.

WARNINGS: suggestive language; alcohol consumption/drunkenness; jealousy/somewhat possessive behavior

AO3 Link

Jim knew he shouldn’t get involved. Just stay out of it. He repeated the phrase over and over again in his head with the hope that it would stick. That for once, he would mind his own business.

It was an admirable effort, even if he was fooling himself.

He knew there would be trouble as soon as Flo suggested you all go out for drinks to celebrate your one-year anniversary of working at the station.

He’d only seen you drunk a handful of times and every time, you were an incorrigible flirt. Even when sober, you practically thrived on teasing him.

After each innuendo, you’d bat your eyes innocently as if unaware of what you were doing. But you both knew it was purposeful, and it drove him insane.

So an hour ago, when you sidled up next to him in your tight skirt with liquor on your breath, he knew he was in for it. Given both your inebriation and his general policy never to get involved with a coworker, he tried to fend you off delicately.

Unfortunately, he had little experience with being delicate, which led to him rebuffing your advances a bit too harshly.

Trying (and failing) to appear unbothered, you retreated with misty eyes to the barstools where a twenty-something offered to buy you a drink.

Hopper kept a jealous watchful eye as the man slipped a hand around your waist as he leaned in to whisper something in your ear. Though he couldn’t hear it over the din of drunks and the clattering of glasses, Jim watched you giggle in response.

A bitterness he refused to recognize overwhelmed him, and he turned back to his beer and to the others sitting at the table.

“All I’m sayin’,” Callahan slurred like the lightweight he was, “is that given the choice between a shark and bear, I’d rather fight the latter.”

“Buuuuuuullshit,” Powell responded, not as drunk but still clearly tipsy. “Y’ever seen what a grizzly can do to a human being?”

“I’m not saying a grizzly, but I could probably handle a black bear! In the water, the shark’s got the advantage.”

As the two went back and forth, Flo gave Jim a knowing look and he smirked back at her. The conversation was amusing, if a bit juvenile, and it distracted him briefly.

Eventually, his masochistic curiosity got the best of him, and Hopper looked back over to where you were sitting at the bar.

Scratch that. Where you had been sitting.

A shot of panic ran through Jim as he realized you weren’t in the bar — and neither was the man you were with. The door to the single bathroom in the joint was open, displaying its emptiness and almost mocking Jim with the fact that you were gone.

“I’ll be right back,” he said gruffly, taking off out the front door.

He spotted you immediately, arm slung around the man from earlier as you stumbled through the parking lot.

The man guided you to lean against the side of his car as he unlocked the passenger door with the fob, and with a sick feeling in his stomach Jim watched you sway unsteadily.

At that moment, you locked eyes with him and a sardonic smile crossed your face.

“Howdy, sheriff!” you greeted as he approached.

Jim was too tense to correct your mistitling of him, and he stepped quickly between you and your companion.

“What the hell are you doing?” Jim bit out at the man, who blinked in surprise at the sudden appearance of the cop.

With a look of uncertainty, he glanced down to his keys and then back up to Hopper.

“Unlocking my car?”

“With her,” he seethed, overcome by a sudden wave of vitriol. “Can’t you see how drunk she is?”

The man guffawed, and the smell of alcohol on his breath nauseated Jim.

“Well, shit, so am I!”

Enraged and unthinking, Jim slammed the man against the car. You shrieked out his name, but he ignored you.

“You think this is funny, asshole? If you drove out of here as shitfaced as you are, you probably would’ve killed the both of you.”

Hopper heard two sets of footsteps on the gravel, and he glanced up to see Powell and Callahan rushing over.

“Everything okay, Chief?” Powell asked, observant eyes taking in the messy scene before him.

“Take this one to the drunk tank and let him sleep it off there,” he ordered with disgust, shoving the man toward his coworkers before jerking his head toward you. “I’m taking her home.”

At first he was surprised that you didn’t protest, but when he glanced over he could see how rough of a state you were truly in.

“C’mon, let’s get you out of here,” Jim murmured as his coworkers took the man back to their squad car.

He held out an elbow, and you graciously clung to it for support as he guided you into the passenger seat of his truck.

“Am I under arrest, Chief?” you slurred teasingly, and he rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, for drunk and disorderly conduct,” he quipped back, pulling the seat belt over your torso and buckling you in.

Before he could pull away, you hooked a finger through one of his belt loops where his handcuffs hung.

“You gonna cuff me?” you purred with a small smile.

“No,” he replied tersely, extricating himself from your grasp.

“You can if you want.”

Hopper froze at your words, but said nothing and closed the passenger door. You pouted at him through the window and mouthed please?

Huffing, he crossed around the front of the truck and slid into the cab. Without warning, you flung your arms around his neck and smashed your lips against his.

You were sure his lips began to move in reciprocation, but it was a fleeting feeling as he shoved you off of him.

Groaning in frustration, you tried to reach for him again, but he grasped your wrists together with one large hand.

“You need to stop,” he commanded, pointing a firm finger in your face.

You shrank back a bit, confused.

“You don’t… want me?” you asked in a small voice, unconsciously crossing your arms in front of your stomach. “I thought you…” You trailed off, heat rushing to your cheeks in embarrassment.

To your mortification, he let out a barking laugh. You thought he was making fun of you until he spoke almost accusingly.

“You know damn well I want you.”

“Then what’s the problem?” you whined, trying to wrest your wrists from his grasp so you could touch him.

He clamped down harder, but used his free hand to lift your chin so he could look you in the eyes.

“The problem is that you’re drunk, honey.”

The pet name and his tender tone made you pause, and you glanced up at him with determination in your eyes.

“I’m that not drunk.”

Amused, he simply raised a silent brow until you realized you’d gotten the word order incorrect.

“I’m not that drunk,” you corrected yourself, trying to sound convincing.

“Sure, you’re a regular teetotaler.”

Chewing on your bottom lip, you switched tactics.

“Okay so I’m drunk. So what?”

Though you couldn’t move much with both his hand and the seatbelt restraining you, you leaned in and breathed into his ear, “I want you when I’m sober too. So badly.”

You saw a slight shudder go down his spine at your words; but ever the gentleman, he lightly pushed you back into your seat with a free hand.

“Christ,” he muttered under his breath, shaking his head and starting the car. “You’re a menace.”

“Guilty as charged,” you beamed back at him in response.

Still shaking his head, Hopper pulled out of the parking lot and began to drive you home.