#i got injured while working and that asshole was trying to push me to go to work the next day while I was literally in a wheelchair

[mothyca]

.

[ideasarestuckinmyhead]

Story of listener getting injured badly while protecting seth during Bittersweet Ch.3

And now I have a cracked skull.

TW: gun, punching, a bat to the skull,

Ngl forgot if Seth went to the train yard or the bar so uh bare w me for that. Also rip Seth needed to knock a woman out for her car-

Sugarboo glared at Derek, God this man smelled like shit. The two were having a conversation with Boo holding a gun to his head. That slimy smirk he was giving them was pissing Sugarboo off, and him calling the pure was fucking bullshit.

"Fuck you." Spitting out Boo pulled the trigger, but what they didn't know was one of the lackeys under Derek was listening in. The door burst open, causing Boo to jump in surprise making the gun point to Derek's right side of his face.

Multiple things happened at once, Boo was shoved by the lackey. The long haired man hissing as the bullet grazed him, looking at Sugarboo with anger. The baker tried to get the lackey off them but Derek walked up to them. Grabbing the gun and pocketing it, chuckling a he looked down at them.

"That sucks, thought I'd get to see what it's like to be dead. Oh well, drag them out. I bet one of their boy's is here." Commanding the lackey, who followed quickly dragging Boo out of the bar. The other's in the bar looked down at Sugarboo, seeing the crazy bitch that tried and failed to shoot Derek.

"Don't drag me asshol-" Hissing at the lackey holding them, Boo was hit in the mouth. Cursing the baker spat out blood and glared at the man holding them. "Oh I really should have shot you instead-"

Sadly trying to have a silver tongue right now wasn't the best for Sugrboo. For their comment they were hit again, cursing loudly as their mouth stung from getting punched. Panting Boo looked away to try and stay awake, the punches were really making them dizzy.

"Yeah, stay quiet bitch." Mocking, the lackey dragged Boo outside and heard a commotion. Some person said Seth's name and Boo felt dread, fuck he followed them here.

"Why'd thar mama's boy even come ba- ACK!" The lackey's comment was cut off by Boo headbutting him hard. A scream was heard as he clutch his nose, it was definitely broken. "You fuckin-"

Sugarboo cackled as they kicked his crotch hard as well. Spitting in his face, Boo then ran off to where they thought Seth was. Somehow it was easy to avoid all the people outside, going into a room or something Boo heard Seth's voice.

Rushing to him the baker saw that there was a guy with a bat. Panicking Boo full on body pushed Seth out the way and took the bat to the head.

"FUCK-" Yelling Boo fell to the ground with a thud holding their head. Seth hearing this snapped his head around and saw Boo. Then the guy, lunging for the guy with a bat he started beating him.

Boo groaning slowly got up as Seth finished kicking the guys ass. Worried the brunette gently helped them up and looked over their head.

"Oh, Sugar you got a concussion huh? Fuck we need to get out of here." Whispering Seth looked around quickly. Seeing a back door he helped Sugarboo go to it, the baker shook their head trying to stay awake.

"So, where's Al?" Asking, mostly to distract themselves Boo looked at Seth. Who had a mix of worry and anger.

"We had to split up since we didn't know where ya went. Also speaking of that what the hell were you thinkin'?!" Frustrated Seth grunted as he got the two of them by the back door. Opening it quickly he got the two out of there to the road connecting to the bar.

"Good question. I'd like to plead the fifth." Joking Boo giggled, the blood they lost so far making their head feel light. Seth huffed hearing that answer and started on walking up the road trying to see if there was something that could help them.

"Ya think that's gonna work? Oh no sug once I get your ass to safety I'm ripping ya a new one." Scolding Seth saw a woman by a car smoking. Thanking whatever was looking over them he looked around and saw a barrel.

Hurrying Seth made Boo lean against it as he went to the lady with the car. The woman screamed seeing Seth all of a sudden as he slammed her against the car.

"Look, I don't wanna hurt you. But, I kinda need your car so. Sorry." Apologizing Seth, as gently as he could, knocked the woman out. Dragging her to the side and laying her down on the dirt road.

Starting up the car Seth hurried and hopped out going to Sugarboo who was trying to stay awake. Turning their head they gave a sleepy smile and giggled touching his face.

"You really came after me?" Questioning Boo let their head fall on the brunettes shoulder. The cowboy worried as he picked them up bridal style to get them into the passenger seat.

"Sugar, I'd go and follow you to hell if needed." Mumbling back Seth hurried and strapped them in. Slamming the car door shut Seth ran around the front and got into the divers seat.

Then the thought of Alphonse crossed his mind, fuck how is he gonna contact him? The brunette started worrying as he drove back to the apartment where he saw Jessie.

"Son, what are ya...." Confused Jessie said, seeing him back so quickly but was interrupted by seeing Sugarboo's state. The woman kicked into action grabbing a old shirt from the van and rushed to Seth.

The man was holding the baker gently tapping their face to make them not fall asleep. Jessie focused on Boo's head and then yelled for Charlie to get down here. The blonde did and start panicking as Jessie told him to get the bandages from the apartment.

"Wait...Al, where..." Mumbling Boo tried to get up but Seth held them tight. Jessie felt guilt build in her as she watched the two.

"He's fine. Don't worry Sugar. Let's patch up your head okay?" Comforting them Jessie grabbed the bandages from Charlie. Who then went to the car Seth took after being told by Jessie to go get Alphonse.

Seth seeing Boo wondered if Alphonse was okay. Will he be hurt too? Fuck this was a really shitty night.

[cicimunson]

The Shower Scene

Author's Note: I just realized I never posted this story when I was switching stuff over from ao3, so here it is!

Story Summary: Steve is hurt after the trip to the Upside Down and Eddie helps patch him up, clean him up and...

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Steven Harrington

Warnings: Steven is injured and a bit of an asshole because he's in pain, kissing, handjob, blowjob. Just a classic story of a bro helping a bro.

Word Count: 1.5k

"Damn, Harrington, you look like shit. Come on, I'll show you how the shower works."

Steve shoots Eddie an annoyed look but follows him down the hallway, shuffling slowly as the pain in his sides and stomach intensify. Earlier he was running on adrenaline and couldn't feel much, but now that they were out of the upside-down and he was calmer, the pain was almost too much to bear.

He slumps on the toilet seat as Eddie putters around the room, finding him a towel and starting the water so it can warm up.

"Uh, so like…" Eddie trails off as Steven glares up at him.

"What, Munson?" He snaps, both from the pain and embarrassment.

Eddie hesitates. "Do you, like, need help or-"

"I'm fine, dude. If you want an excuse to peek at my junk you'll have to come up with something better than that."

Eddie blushes and clears his throat. "Yeah, whatever, Harrington. Just trying to help."

"If you wanna help you can let me borrow some clothes. I know the groin area will be tight on me but it'll be better than what I've got on."

Eddie rolls his eyes and leaves the room.

Steve bites back a groan as he stands up. When he bends to pull off his jeans, his vision goes blurry and he thinks he's gonna pass out from the pain. He steadies himself on the edge of the sink and takes a deep breath, pulling back the shower curtain and stepping inside.

When the water hits his wounds he cries out and slides into the floor of the tub.

Eddie runs back into the room, tossing clothes on the counter and yanking back the shower curtain. Steve doesn't even make an effort to cover himself.

"Fuck, dude, what should I do? Do you want me to get Nancy?"

"No, no! I don't want her to see me like this. Just, fuck man, help me stand up."

Eddie slips his hands under Steve's armpits and tugs. "Push with your feet."

Steve uprights and Eddie props him against the wall.

"Look, you're either gonna have to swallow your pride and let me help you or I'm going to get Nancy. Your choice. You can't do this on your own, you can barely support your weight."

Steve sighs. "Fine, just don't tell anyone okay? I'll never hear the end of it, letting another man give me a fucking bath."

"Technically it's a shower. And I won't say a word. Here, lean into the water and wet your hair."

Steve does as Eddie says, blinking back tears as the water hits his wounds again.

Eddie squirts some shampoo into his hands and soaps Steve's hair, humming softly to himself.

Steve bites his tongue to keep from moaning. 

Damn, that actually feels nice.

"Lean forward so I can rinse it out." Eddie instructs. "Do you use conditioner?"

"Uh, yeah, if you have it."

Eddie smirks. "You're not the only one with great hair, Harrington. Of course I have conditioner." He squeezes some into his hands. "Bend over a little. I can barely reach the top of your head."

"So get in." Steven mumbles. "It hurts too much to bend down."

Eddie's eyes widen. "You mean, get in the shower with you?"

"Don't cream your jeans, Munson. I just can't bend over right now. Besides, you're filthy too. Think of it like showering after gym class."

Eddie silently strips and slides into the shower with Steve. "Um, okay. Just lean your head down a little so I can condition your hair."

Steve obliges and Eddie runs his hands through his hair. It's so soft. Silky, even. I like the way it feels.

"That's good, you can rinse it now."

Steve tilts his head under the water while Eddie soaps up a rag. "Here dude, let me get your back."

Steve nods, squeezing his eyes shut as Eddie runs the washcloth over his shoulders, then down his spine. "You've got a bite back here, too. I'll try to be gentle."

"Do what you gotta do, man."

Eddie's grazes the rag over the bite and Steve winces. He flails out for something to grab and Eddie grips his hand with his free one. "Squeeze if you gotta man, I know you're hurting."

"Fuck." Steven grunts. "You have no idea."

"Turn a little and let me get your side. Keep your shoulder against the wall so you don't fall again."

Steve turns and Eddie slowly and methodically soaps his arm and down his ribs, barely patting the bites there.

Steven winces anyhow.

"Poor baby." Eddie murmurs, and his voice is laced with sympathy, not sarcasm. "I wish I had been more helpful. You wouldn't be hurt as badly."

"Don't blame yourself dude, you did what what could. I appreciate your help. Down there and up here."

Eddie smiles slightly. "Thanks man. Go on and turn so I can get the front."

Steve flushes but turns and lets Eddie soap up his chest. "Maybe I should try…" He trails off as the soap slips down his body and hits the bites. "Fuck, never mind."

"It's fine dude. You need help. And this stays between us, remember?"

Eddie is trying his hardest not to linger on Steve's abs. When he takes the cloth across his chest once more, his fingers graze Steve's nipple and his breath hitches.

He is absolutely beautiful. I see the appeal. Fuck, don't let me get hard right now. Injured or not, he'll kick my ass.

"Munson, you about done ogling me?" Steve teases. "I know I look good, but you gotta stop making it so obvious. It'll go right to my head."

His…fuck.

Eddie can't help but look down at Steve's cock. It's half-hard and Steve is blood red with embarrassment.

"It's nothing. You're just touching me and I'm hurt and-"

"Do I need to wash it?" Eddie interrupts.

"What?" Steve's eyes almost bulge out of his head. 

"Your dick. Can you wash it without hurting, or should I do it?"

Steve looks up at the ceiling.

Shit, am I gonna do this? Am I gonna let another man touch my cock?

"I can always get Nancy to-"

"Dude, just shut up and wash it." He clenches his teeth.

"Okay, uh, yeah." Eddie wraps the washcloth around Steve's dick and strokes it up and down softly. Steve instantly hardens the rest of the way and lets out a low moan.

"Shit, dude, I'm sorry. I just-"

"It's fine, Harrington. I'm not grossed out or anything. Honestly, you have a nice cock. Just don't beat my ass for saying that when you feel better."

"I won't. I wouldn't." He says sincerely. "I know what people say about me, but I'm not like that at all. I'm..." He trails off. He's never uttered the words out loud before.

Eddie nods, biting his bottom lip as he tries to hide his own erection.

Even though it's most likely clean by now, Eddie continues stroking him. Steve leans back against the shower wall and his hips pump forward.

"Should I stop?" Eddie asks softly. "You're in pain and I feel like I'm taking advantage."

"All I'm feeling right now is how good my cock is feeling. Do you wanna stop?"

"Honestly? I wanna drop this washcloth." Eddie admits, his own dick swelling even more.

Steve moans lightly. "Drop it, Munson."

Eddie lets the rag fall to the floor of the tub and now openly strokes Steve's dick with his hand. Steve grips Eddie's shoulder and pulls him closer. "Fuck, Eddie. Do you wanna kiss me?"

Eddie doesn't hesitate. He kisses Steve softly, flicking his tongue against his bottom lip. Steve opens his mouth and Eddie pushes his tongue inside, colliding with Steve's own.

Steve breaks away after a few minutes.

"Let me suck your cock." Eddie murmurs in his ear. "Wanna take some of your pain away."

Steve nods and Eddie kisses down his chest, taking care not to touch any of his bites. When he kneels, Steve eagerly shoves his dick into Eddie's open mouth, gripping his hair.

"Can you take it all, baby?"

Eddie nods and opens his mouth wider. Steven begins fucking his throat, grunting and groaning loudly. "Fuck, Eddie, you look so pretty, taking my cock like this. You gonna let me cum in your mouth?"

Eddie doesn't respond, but wraps his hand around the base of Steve's dick and pumps fast.

Steve comes in less than a minute, slumping over. Eddie swallows it all and quickly rises to his feet, his arms going around him. 

"Shit dude, you okay?"

Steve smiles weakly. "That was incredible. I've never had my dick sucked so good."

Eddie blushes and helps him out of the shower, sitting him on the toilet and drying him off.

"We'll probably have to get Nancy to bandage these bites, I don't know if I'd do a good job."

"Yeah, that's fine." Steve reaches out and tuck Eddie's hair behind his ear.

"Steve, I-"

"Kiss me again." Steve wraps his hand around Eddie's neck and pulls him close. "Just kiss me."

They lock lips once more, and Steve sighs contentedly.

"Let's get some pants on you."

Eddie helps Steve into a pair of jeans.

"Thanks man, for everything." Steve kisses his cheek.

Eddie grins. "Hey man, anytime."

Anytime turns out to be later that night when Steve sneaks into Eddie's room and returns the favor.

[kitsuneregin]

Blood Crown 2 (Yandere! King! San x Servant! Reader)

Warnings: Non con/ rape (mentioned), abusive nature, psychotic breakdown

You lay on the plush rug of San’s bedroom, you had less than 14 days to escape the psychotic king before he married you and bind you to him. San was as much a coward as he was an asshole, he wanted the marriage to be secret, he worried how his subjects were view him if he announced he was marrying some lowly maid. You were no longer allowed to be away from San, trapped in his bedroom from sun up to sundown. You were going insane being trapped in the room and it didn’t help the San got a sick kick out of forcing you to watch him fuck other servants, a form of punishment for attempting to end you own life.

You tried you best to blank your mind as San would praise them and belittle you at the same time. You would sit with your head lowly trying not to see the vulgar display, and as salt in the wound, San forced you to sleep on the floor like a animal while the other servants he fucked slept in the bed with him. Tonight was one of those nights, San and the Servant were out cold from their fun as you lay awake in a depressed mood. 

You sat up from the rug and wandered into the bathroom the only other area with a window excluding the bed room itself. You peer out of it and see the drop is quiet far, enough to injure yourself, or kill yourself if you went head first. You push against the window wondering if you could break it, a slight nudged move the glass. You felt the gears turn in your head as you made a plan.

It would take 5 days but the time came for you to escaped San, it was late in the night as San had another servant in his bed. You sneak into the bathroom and gently push on the window till the glass popped out you vault over the open sill and brace yourself for impact. You’re body become weightless as you fall to the ground, but instead of being met with scratches from the bushes you landed on a body, you scramble off the person you landed on. It was one of San’s knights, you panic thinking he’ll drag you back to San. “I get that working in the castle is no fun...but it’s not worth ending your life” the knight sighed sitting up.

“Then again it is demon king San we’re talking about” the knight joked. You couldn’t help but giggle, “My name is Johnny, yours my lady?” he asked, “Y/N” you say. “Y/N...well mind telling me why you landed on me from king San’s bathroom” Johnny asked helping you up. “I’m escaping king San...he’s abusive to me and I can’t take it anymore...so I’m leaving while I still can” you explain. Johnny nods and sighs “Well...don’t take it from me, but...there’s a path in the garden that leads to the woods...take it and walk forward the entire way...you’ll soon end up at King Wooyoung’s kingdom, visit him and tell him you were sent by Sir Johnny” You nod taking in the information, you thank him and run to the royal garden. You follow the path and reach the woods without looking back you run into the woods. 

The next morning was hell for everyone, San woke up to you missing, in a panicked state he orders for his guards search for you within the castle only for each one to come up empty handed. San paced his bedroom as he tried to figure out where you could be, needing to relax himself San walks to his bathroom and splash cold water in his face, chirping was heard as San turned to see a bird resting on the edge of his tub. “How did you get in here?” San asked aloud, almost like a response the bird flew out the open window. San’s eyes widened as he rushed to the window and clicked everything together. “Dammit...” he whispers his anger boiling “Dammit!!” San clenched the window sill, “DAMMIT!!!” San roared as he storms out.

He ordered for his knights to search the entire kingdom for you, San’s chest heaved as his blood boiled like lava, the enraged king thought of every harsh punishment. Suddenly San began to giggle, it wasn’t out of amusement, the king’s giggle turned into laughing, it soon turned into hysterical howling, San grabbed a vase and threw it against the wall breaking, he grabbed a picture frame and smashed it. San would go around smashing and breaking everything in his room, tears welled and ran down San’s face. San dropped to his knees as his laughing died down into pained chuckling, San ran his hand through his hair as he smiled insanely staring at the floor. “Oh my dear Y/N…you can’t and won’t escape me” San sighed. “I love you too much to let you go”

.

.

.

You drag yourself to the open path of the forest as you see a village ahead and pray that a nice family would take you in for the night. You walk through the quiet area as you notice most houses were dark meaning the owners were asleep. One house was lit up it was the largest house meaning whoever was there was rich, you whimper at your aching feet as you walk over hoping for help, you weakly knock on the door, moments later a man opens the door, he was handsome. He had lush pouty lips, sharp eyes that bored at your appearance, his skin was smooth and pale, his hair was an unnatural pink. “Why do you knock on my door at this hour?” the man asked, “I come seeking refuge, I have escaped a tyrant king who has abused and sexually assaulted me, I only need sleep for the night and then I am gone” you explain “Where is your destination?” the man asked his thick eyebrows quirking in interest “His majesty Jung Wooyoung sir, I was directed to walk to his kingdom for freedom” you say.

The man hummed as another voice spoke out, “Seonghwa who is that?” another male stepped to the door, he was much shorter than this Seonghwa, his hair was split in two colors blonde and black, he looked almost like a fantasy creature with his sharp and pointed nose, his doe like eyes, and his lips curling in a tiny smile. “A woman escaping a tyrant...she’s seeking refuge for the night and will continue her journey to Wooyoung” Seonghwa said. The other male gasped and grabbed your hands, “you poor thing you must be tired please come in, let us feed you and bed you” you’re pulled into the house as you are hit with the scent of sugar and wood, a fire was lit warming the area, two glasses were on a marble coffee table both half filled with wine.

The floor were cold as the marble actually soothed your feet. “I’ll show you to your room for the night, my name is Hongjoong this is my husband Seonghwa” why did those names sound familiar? You’re dragged to a large bedroom with a connected bedroom, the bed was massive, the sheets a pure white. “I’ll fetch some silks for you to sleep in, for now wash up” Hongjoong said. You take a long bath in the luxurious bathroom letting all the stress and worry melt away for the night. After your done you wear a silk night gown and walk back downstairs. Hongjoong and Seonghwa had papers on the coffee table both reading their own, “Excuse me” you speak up gaining both men’s attention. “I just want to thank you for your act of kindness, I’ll find a way to repay you both for this” you say “Nonsense, you’re very brave for escaping and tracking foot” Hongjoong sighed. 

Seonghwa cleared his throat as you look to him “If you don’t mind me asking...who is this tyrant king you are running from?” Seonghwa looks at you with cold eyes, you look down “King San” you say. The room gets quiet for a moment the tension thick, Hongjoong’s warm aurora gone, his face pale. “King...San? King of the Light kingdom....San?” Seonghwa asked. You nod a yes. The room is once again quiet, Hongjoong cuts the silence “Oh look at the time, its quite late, we should all head to bed now” Hongjoong said. The bi-color haired man guided you back your room. “Get some rest now...you have a long journey ahead of you” Hongjoong said as you climb and bed. 

Hongjoong closes the door as he turn to Seonghwa who is directly behind him, “What do we do?” Hongjoong asked placing his head on Seonghwa’s chest. “What we must my dear” 

[goldenfreddys]

september '04, cont.—lucky number 5

It was dark, now, beyond the kitchen window- pitch black slivers peeking through the half-open blinds. Jeremy blinked, then looked at the sink. There was something he was in the kitchen to do, but he'd completely forgotten in the time it took to walk there.

He took a glance at his watch out of instinct, then lowered his wrist without looking at the time. He took a breath and tried to focus- it was dark out, which meant he had to get ready for work. He had his pants on, which seemed to be a solid start. Wandering to the bedroom, he started sorting out what was left of the ‘getting ready for work’ routine. He had a pair of socks on Nadia’s bed. His purple button-up (courtesy of Fazbear Entertainment) was hanging on the knob of a dresser drawer. He leaned in to smell it, then pulled back and grimaced. Right.

He heard Nadia throw open the front door, then checked his watch again. 11:39 pm.

“Sorry, babe! The wildest thing happened earlier- I'll tell you in the car! Come on, come on, come on!”

Over the course of the short drive to Freddy’s, Jeremy remembered about seven different things he'd forgotten. His water, a fresh nicotine patch, his keys and wallet… There wasn't time to go back. Instead, he tried to stay dialed in on Nadia as she chattered about her day.

“... I can't believe I fell for the ghost hitchhiker thing! I'm supposed to be smarter than that, but they were kids and I- like, I didn't want, like, some fuckin’ weirdo picking ‘em up instead, right?”

Jeremy hummed, “I dunno, maybe you’re friends now.”

He recalled the various reported hauntings he'd researched. In particular, a spirit called the Bell Witch had supposedly plucked a boy from the cave crevice he’d gotten stuck in, then lectured him for being reckless. Her origin, of course, was something about an Indian burial ground—those sorts of explanations always fell apart in Plymouth. His mom said the whole damn county was a mass grave.

“Dude, I hope.” Nadia huffed as she adjusted her grip on the steering wheel.

Mike stood at the doors of the Pizzeria with his arms crossed, glaring as Jeremy approached.

“The fuck took so long, kid? Get in here.” Mike grabbed his shoulder and pushed him inside.

Jeremy found himself speaking before he had time to structure his thoughts, “Woah hey, dial it back, asshole.”

“Excuse me?”

“I said um, d-uh, dial it back? Sorry, I-I just… Don't do that.”

Mike went quiet for a second as they speed walked to the office and he felt a dull pang of impending doom trying to surface. Despite the overwhelming certainty that something very bad was about to happen, Jeremy felt oddly distant, almost calm.

“Kid, are you… Alright?”

“Yeah, I'm fine. Kinda like a babbling brook,” he nodded, trying not to look too disoriented, “like, with a dead body in it.”

Bodies decomposed quickly in forests and waterways, he thought. People disappeared lots along the highways, hikers who crawled into caves and got injured. It was important to keep the boring truth in mind about that kind of thing.

“Fuck me, you're high, aren't you?” Mike’s voice pulled Jeremy from his thoughts, along with a bright light being waved in his eyes. Mike had sat him down in the office chair while he was pondering decomposition. He heard him flick the flashlight off and sigh.

“Alright, fine. Just… Keep the bear head on, stay quiet and watch the music box.”

Wordlessly, Jeremy did as he was told. Though it still smelled awful, it seemed to ground him in the present. The image of Bonnie’s faceless head flickered in the back of his mind. He swallowed, blinking a few times in an attempt to regain his bearings.

“... How are they still functional? The- the old ones.”

“Look, I know it's crazy, but they're genuinely haunted. It’s the only explanation I’ve got.”

Mike reached over to flip the security feed to the stage, then lit up one of the vents.

“Oh no, that sucks.” Jeremy tried to sound serious, though he felt like he'd just won a gold medal at the Olympics— Haunted!

Some of the dread eased off his chest as he mulled over the concept.

“Like, the ghosts wanna kill everyone?” Jeremy asked, “Uh, h-how many other people have worked nights? Just you?”

Mike tensed, barking back, “You don’t know what you're talking about. These-these things– ghosts or whatever, they’ve changed over the years. Sure, maybe I do deserve to rot in hell, but the distinction between me and whoever sits at this desk doesn't seem to—”

Heavy footsteps.

An animatronic began speaking at the end of the hall. Mike shone the flashlight down to get a look, though the light hardly seemed to reach it.

“Uh oh! Looks like someone had a boo-boo!”

Toy Freddy stood facing to one side of the hall. Mike shifted the beam of light to where the bear fixed his gaze, though it looked to be empty space.

“Hello? MR. LECLAIR, are you here?” Toy Freddy asked, suddenly much closer to the office, “Let’s see here… LECLAIR, THOMAS is no longer an employee at Fazbear Entertainment. Overnight Security is now the duty of FITZGERALD, JEREMIAH.”

Mike had donned the Foxy head, like the night before. He was still, almost statuesque if not for his shallow, whistling breaths.

Toy Freddy stepped into the office, stiffly rotating his head from side to side.

“Uh oh! Not here! Let’s keep looking, okay kiddo?”

The animatronic stomped off again, offering to play a ‘patented jingle’ for his unseen companion.

Mike shuddered once the coast was clear, again.

“Any more questions?” he asked, bitterly.

Jeremy let his gaze fall to his hands. He started idly fidgeting with his fingers as he pieced his thoughts together— Mike seemed defensive about whatever was haunting the animatronics, almost guilty.

It was hard to breathe. The animatronic head was heavy, rank and hot. Jeremy felt a lump in his throat.

“So what’s your game, Michael? Where are you in this?” Jeremy started, voice even and quiet, “People clock in, n’ nobody ever sees them again. Tell scary stories, get antsy when pressed for details.”

Mike took a long moment to breathe and swallow nervously before continuing, “I swear to god, I'm not fucking around with this. Back in ‘95, some kids went missing-”

“In ‘94.”

The office fell eerily silent. Jeremy stood, slowly backing away from the desk. The lights flickered and pulsed above them, casting Mike in harsh shadows that drowned out his features under the Foxy mask. He took a few shallow breaths, watching Mike rise from the chair with the cadence of a beat-up ventriloquist's dummy. His thin, bruised fingers curled around the flashlight, with his other hand slowly coming to rest on a taser holster.

Jeremy turned, ripping off the Freddy head and throwing it at Mike before he scrambled away. Cacophony erupted through the overhead speakers as he ran— the tinny notes of Pop Goes the Weasel blared, almost barely audible over a chorus of static and distortion. He skidded around the corner, towards the main party room. Too many tables and chairs to make a clean break to the exit, given his current coordination abilities were barely keeping him on his feet. He glanced back at the flashlight beam grazing the far wall as Mike pursued him.

Jeremy found himself sprinting towards the stage, towards the heavy velvet curtains concealing the wing. He spotted the new Bonnie animatronic on stage in the corner of his eye. Immediately, the beat of a familiar disco track joined the deafening noise as he scrambled for a place to hide backstage.

Mike’s footfalls came to a halt in the distance, followed by a mumbled string of particularly creative expletives. Despite the adrenaline, Jeremy still felt distant and spacy. Almost as though watching a found-footage indie horror movie, rather than participating in one. Towards the stage, some stairs led up to what seemed to be a dressing room. In the opposite direction, warm light spilled from a door, left slightly ajar.

“If we’re not back by the time your mom’s here, just go.” Cassidy told him, quietly. Where Gabriel was concerned with finding the younger kids out of a natural sense of responsibility, Cass seemed really serious. Almost final.

“... Kay, Sammy? I mean it. We’ll catch up later, I promise.”

The parts and service room. Jeremy recognized it from the camera feed, though now it was fully lit. The battered old iterations of Freddy, Bonnie, Chica and Foxy were standing expectantly in a loose half-circle around an empty suit. They didn’t respond to his presence. Their gaze remained fixed on the door.

“No, no, no, no! Fuck!” Mike spat, thrashing vainly as the puppet dragged him inside by the ankle. It spun him around, holding him up over the empty suit like a pissed off cat. Jeremy’s focus started slipping again. He wobbled in place, watching as Mike stopped thrashing and went slack in the puppets arms. The man’s gaze flitted over to Jeremy. He scanned the room. Strange, unintelligible music. Various animals bathed in yellow light. Lithe, spindly creature dangling something aloft. The light flickered and dimmed, spotlighting Mike as he hung limply in the puppet’s grasp.

Jeremy took a breath and announced in a deep voice, “Simbaaa…”

The puppet quirked its head to the side to look at Jeremy as he burst out laughing at his own joke. It lowered Mike to the ground beside the suit and glanced quizzically between the two guards.

Foxy’s jaw fell open, then whipped his head back as his speakers crackled out a laugh of his own, while Bonnie put their hand on their hip and bowed their head exasperatedly.

“Sorry, sorry. It's uh… It's super late though, innet?” Jeremy yawned and gestured to Foxy and Chica, “Not to be a buzzkill but ‘m pretty sure it's way past bedtime for you two.”

Freddy placed a heavy hand on his shoulder, nodding in agreement. Jeremy closed his eyes and rubbed his nose, then hummed. God, he was tired.

“... Kid?”

Jeremy kept his eyes shut, once again wavering while he stood as he started to drift off.

“Jeremy?!” Mike snapped with a bit more urgency.

He flinched and opened his eyes, “What?”

Mike had gotten to his feet and backed up to the wall beside the door, “My father. Did— I've seen you with him. Shit, I should've known. Ain’t that fuckin’ dandy– you got me, kid! Showtime’s over… Now tell me who the hell you think you are.”

Good question, Jeremy thought. Mike looked to have the patience of a rabid dog with nowhere to run, and giving another of his classic non-answers wasn't gonna help. Grimacing, he groggily recalled a certain piece of prose- an interlude, maybe. A slow melody looping grimly beneath the singer’s monologue, one that had always made him feel sick to his stomach. More often than not, he listened to it anyway; at three in the morning on a school night, blasting through his broken headphones on loop, scratching that itch in his brain raw.

He swore he saw little outlines in the shadows cast across the floor, now. A little girl with braided pigtails peeked, shyly, from behind Chica’s silhouette.

“… Cassidy Zhang, the birthday girl…”

Bonnie’s rusted joints squealed as they turned to stare at him. Their stature seemed to soften with something akin to relief.

“Fritz and Susie Sullivan, the two youngest.”

Foxy struck a heroic pose while Chica bowed in the best approximation of a curtsy her battered chassis would allow.

“Gabriel Carter-Reed! Best known for his sunny smile…”

Finally, the bear’s eyes lit up with a soft thunk.

“So I guess that makes me… Lucky… Number… Five.”

Jeremy’s head swam as he tried to get the last few words out. He distantly felt himself lose balance, ears ringing with a thousand chimes as he crashed to the floor.

[silvercap]

Do you have any leon headcannons?

and maybe some krauser ones too?

I've got a few!! In no particular order:

Leon...

- Leon doesn't use a whooole lot of different products for his hair, but he stays loyal to one very specific brand and it's kind of expensive

- Also think he was a 2-in-1 shampoo kind of boy until he started working at the white house 😞 his hair is just nice like that tho. Thick and shiny

- Bite mark scar on his forearm from trying to push away a BOW who decided it looked more like a snack than defense

- Moles all over his body... and I mean everywhere.

- Suffers from a three-hit K.O. of sleep deprivation from working ridiculous hours (some self-imposed), insomnia, and a natural tendency to be a night owl. He's always tired, and if he feels safe somewhere he's constantly taking naps

- He's always thinking about something and has a tendency to get lost in his memories. I like to think he drinks just to stop thinking in endless loops of guilt and regret for a while :(

- Touchstarved as HELL. was joking the other day that he's the 'even held hostage it's nice to be held' meme lmaoo. Give him a hug, somebody??

- Listens to the most dad-rock-light-emo-90s-early-00s-linkin park-nirvana-alanis-morissette-foo-fighters-evanescence-nickelback music possible. Also Chevelle and The Police because I say so

- Tendency to be late to things on purpose, especially with the government

- Lingering nerve pain for a long time after Spain, and though it's mostly subsided after so many years it still flares up if he's pushing himself too hard

- Achy. So achy.

- Incredibly self-sacrificing. He would die to protect almost anyone and he cares very deeply about people even though he puts up a tough front :') not so much a headcanon as true, but it's important

- I feel like sometimes people can't tell if he's joking or not? Obviously he's got his silly one-liners and sarcasm, but I feel like he also likes deadpan humour and it throws off people who don't know him, maybe intentionally if he doesn't really trust them.

As for Krauser...

- He's such an asshole. Never knows when to shut the hell up and stop making sarcastic, biting little comments. I think he's just in love with the sound of his own voice at this point

- Strikes me as a middle child 🤔 maybe grew up with an older brother and a younger sister? Kind of a jock in high school, but also always a little bit antisocial

- Stubborn.

- Very practical. I don't think he really has much use for abstract or hypothetical discussion, he's a man of action. I think he enjoys following orders and being part of a scheme, too, helping to be part of a well-oiled machine

- Relentless drill sergeant, and again, a dickhead, but he really does care about his men

- He has this... assumption that everyone else is just as insane as he is, and doesn't see why people get caught up on small things. If there's something he wants to do, he's going to do it. He knows his strength and always has this intense desire to make himself better and better by constantly tackling challenges.

- He doesn't fail... until he does, and everything falls apart. His panic in Darkside Chronicles after he gets injured screams insecurity to me. The second his strength isn't enough, he feels weak and powerless and incredibly let down by his own inability to push through

- Arm injury in Operation Javier was super debilitating, maybe even to the point where he was advised to amputate it. Again, though, he's a stubborn SOB

- Very touchy. The kind of guy to always pat your shoulder or your back or knee. Just casually moves people out of the way, or readjusts their fighting stance while training without hesitation. If you're cuddling with him it's impossible to get away from his big heavy arms.

I think that's everything?? I'm always coming up with more ahaha but these are definitely the fundamentals :) Thanks for the ask!!

[raccoxn]

"DISOBEYED ORDERS" | PRICE x OC

Synopsis: 2nd LT. Kit Wade didn't follow a direct order, resulting in getting injured. The mission wasn't jeopardized, but Price thought differently....

WARNING: angst, hurt/comfort, anxiety attacks, brief description of coughing up blood

CONFLICT IS RESOLVED AT ONE POINT

just a random lil thing i wanted to write

+

Price pushed through the infirmary doors, chest tight and fury coursing through his veins as he burst into the room holding 2nd LT. Wade. She sat there with a dazed look, her cracked gas sitting beside her and blood trickled down her nose.

The nurses tried to keep him back as they administered medicine to the lieutenant, but he shoved himself forward and grabbed Wade by her biceps.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" He shouted, his accent becoming gravelly—almost a growl as he stared at her.

Wade didn't look at him. She just stared ahead, eyes vacant from her still being effected by the gas and from the medication making her woozy. When her dark eyes finally met his though, he felt his anger toward her falter.

He expected to see an apologetic look or have her nod, but instead she just mirrored his fury.

"If it wasn't for me, you would have been left to die in that gas filled bunker."

"You didn't need to replace my mask with yours!" He shouted at her and held up the broken mask to emphasize his point.

"Sir, you need to step out of the room." A doctor came up hesitantly and tried to pull him away, but Price didn't relent. He continued to glare down at Wade, the woman returning it.

"You were suffocating!"

"I ordered you to leave! When I give you a fucking order, you fucking obey it."

"If I left you to die, I wouldn't have forgiven myself. I won't apologize for my actions and you should take my willingness to sacrifice myself for you lightly."

Wade stood up to try to emphasize her point, but she started to cough up blood. Price held her up as doctors rushed to put her back on the table.

"Get her sedated and administer the medication I call for. Captain Price, I need you to step into the other room to be tested for any toxic traces."

"I'm fine!" He snapped as turned his attention back to Wade. She continued to cough violently and she turned onto her side to breathe. Eventually, her body drooped from getting sedated and she laid on her stomach, bloody saliva smearing across her skin.

"You're an asshole..." The lieutenant muttered as she groggily looked up at Price. Her eyes closed finally and the doctors got to work with cleaning up her face and administering medicine. Price clutched the broken gas mask in his hand, his anger dying off but not enough to completely let go.

He slammed the mask down before walking out, muttering and cursing under his breath as he went to have a talk with the rest of the Task Force.

While he was angry, the worry for 2nd Lieutenant Kit Wade overwhelmingly grew.

+

Soap, Ghost, and Gaz sat side by side at the large table as Price scolded them for disobeying his orders. Soap defended them in saying they disobeyed to help Wade set her charges to detonate the building and destroy the gas.

Gaz had stood up at this point to emphasize his point, angrily yelling in defiance to get his side of the story across, but he quickly sat down when Price slammed his hands down on the table.

Ghost stayed silent the entire time, dissociating and completely blocking out the shouts of Price, Gaz, and Soap. Even when someone spoke his name, he didn't tune back in for long to make a comment. He remained outside of it and remained calm, even though the bits he heard made his blood boil.

"I'll say what I told Wade. When I give a fucking order, you fucking obey it! That doesn't mean help in disobedience to save a replaceable soldier!"

"When will it get through your thick skull that you're not replaceable?!" Gaz shouted, standing once again to challenge him. "You're the only goddamn person I'd follow to hell and back."

"He's right." Soap spoke up. "If you died—"

"What if one of you died, hm?" Price reiterated. "Why if you died because of your disobedience and because you didn't keep it tactical? What then?"

"We couldn't let you die, Price!" Soap shouted. "None of us would be able to live with ourselves if you did. It just happened that Wade was brave enough to go into the gas to get you!"

Price shook his head, laughing coldly before turning to face his team.

"You're all dismissed. Don't bother for a debrief. Go to your dorms, sleep, and if needed, see medical."

The three stood from their spots and walked out of the room, the tension so thick and high strung it would be cut with with a knife. Price remained in there, leaned against his hands which rested on the table, his heart beating against his chest from the emotions he was feeling.

Losing a teammate was something he's experienced time and time again, but losing one of his closest friends was something he never wanted to experience. Ever since the death of Roach and Alex, he couldn't bare to think about losing Soap, Ghost, Gaz, or Wade.

Thinking about an instant where Wade could have died sent Price into an anxiety attack. If she had died during this mission, what would he tell her family? She had a kid... What would he tell her five year old daughter...?

"Captain?"

Price whipped around, breathing heavily as he made eye contact with one of the doctors from earlier.

"What is it?"

"Second Lieutenant Wade's asking for you. Said she wanted to talk to you."

"No."

Price coughed a little, the taste of blood coming into his mouth as he leaned against the desk. He continued to cough, the action turning more severe and violent as he stumbled to his knees.

"SOMEONE GET ME SOME HELP! CAPTAIN PRICE NEEDS HELP!"

+

It had been a couple days since Price woke up in the infirmary.

The remainder of his team visited any time they could—always giving him debriefs on smaller missions they've been going on and just random everyday occurrences.

Wade had been sleeping and the only times she woke up, she would cough up blood. The doctors said she would have damage to her lungs, but they couldn't tell how severe the damage was. It was definitely permanent, and Price knew she wouldn't be happy about that, especially since they still had to find her traitorous brother.

It was about 2am when Wade's coarse voice caught his attention. She was pale, her dark circles beneath her eyes becoming more prominent each passing day. Price sat up, coughing a little but no blood came out of his mouth as he stood up. He was dressed in a hospital gown, nothing underneath except his briefs. He sat down beside Wade, and this time his anger was nowhere in sight.

After seeing her asleep and not hearing her voice for so long, he started to become more worried and frantic than ever. He cared deeply for her, he really did. He was just overwhelmed by his emotions when it came to her almost dying in his arms as they ran out of a burning building.

"You look like shit." He muttered to her and Wade chuckled weakly through her nose. She grinned weakly, grabbing his hand and letting him rub his thumb over her skin, the feeling sending chills up her arms.

There was something unspoken between them, that was for sure. The rest of 141 knew it and even the other Special Ops soldiers they worked with knew. Captain Price and 2nd Lieutenant Wade were the two everyone whispered about in the barracks or behind closed doors, and whether it's positive or negative, it was so obvious.

"When were you admitted?" Kit whispered as she coughed a little. Price grabbed the glass of water on her bedside table and gave her a sip. She weakly sipped it, eyes closing as inhaled through her nose.

"I was admitted the same day as you. Ended up being poisoned in the end." Price chuckled as he set her water down on the table again. He grabbed part of her blanket and gently dried her lips of any left over water.

"I'm not the only moron in 141, am I?" She chuckled breathlessly and gave a smile.

"You're below Soap." Price commented.

"Good. He deserves that number one spot."

The two went into a comfortable silence, Price moving his hand to caress her cheek, her eyes fluttering shut. Kit leaned into it, sighing contently and moving her face to make the corner of her lips brush his palm.

"I still stand by what I said." She muttered, eyes remaining shut. "I don't regret saving you and I'd do it again."

Price sighed, the urge to snap at her coming back, but he pushed it from his mind, not wanting to start another fight like before.

"I know you don't. But you scared me half to death when you took your mask off."

"Sometimes you need a good scare to remind you of reality, Captain."

"You don't understand, Kathleen."

Her eyes opened when he said her full name. Pink dusted her cheeks as she stared, waiting for him to elaborate.

"We're everything but tactical. Every mission, every time we split up—I shouldn't worry, but I do anyway, and I..."

He noticed her shaky hand caress his cheek, her calloused fingers rough against his skin, but it was soothing in a way. Kit forced herself to sit up and pulled him closer. Price almost fell forward but he caught himself with his hands, practically pinning her down.

"I stopped being tactical after the raid on the Pikes Peak bunker. Why do you think I do stupid shit to save your ass?"

Price stared at her, this time his face heated up as she leaned forward to press a soft kiss to his lips. The action took him by surprise, but he quickly returned it once he realized how soft her lips were.

He moved closer to Kit, hands trailing up to bury themselves in her short hair. Her fingers ran through his and gently scratched his scalp, pretty much making him melt at her touch.

"The next time I save your ass, don't yell at me afterwards." She whispered to him when she broke the kiss.

"Since when do you give orders?"

Kit grinned and gently pulled him into another kiss, savoring the softness of his lips and running her calloused finger tips over his beard.

"Since now."

Price chuckled as her words and brushed his thumb over her cheek, skimming the thin pink scar spreading across it.

"Then don't do stupid shit."

It was Kit's turn to chuckle.

"Yes, sir."

[thestobingirlie]

where do you stand on steve's parents? there's been this trend recently of ppl saying steve is just being dramatic/spoiled when he complains about his dad but considering almost everything we know about his parents is Not Good i can't buy that. like his dad cheats on his mom, his mom is paranoid about it so both parents ditch him when they go somewhere (which doesn't seem uncommon from the way steve talked about it), they didn't try to hide this from him (?) and it made cheating a literal berserk button for steve, steve is paranoid about his dad's reaction to things, steve thought he could work w his dad but this offer seems to have been rescinded, his dad wanted to "teach him a lesson" for not getting into college by having him work a minimum wage/customer service job (his parents seem like the type to consider that embarrassing imo), steve consistently says that his dad is an asshole/talks about him negatively, steve's mom is well respected and steve put her down as a reference, and when he was a baby he crawled backwards and fell down the stairs which was his first head injury. so what we're left w outside of verbal statements is zero implication that steve is close to either of his parents (outside of maybe his mom if you pushed the job reference thing), no indication that either of his parents were concerned w their son disappearing for extended periods of time and showing up seriously injured multiple years in a row, and an implication that that lack of concern/attention on their part has been the status quo since steve was a literal baby. like idk to me that seems complicated and distant at the v best.

(i got another ask very similar to this one, so idk if you accidentally sent me it twice or if someone else just has a very similar thought process, but this is me answering both)

i have so many headcanons about steve’s parents that it drives me insane. i won’t bombard you with them all, but just know, that i think about them a lot, so this post’ll probably be long.

yeah, i’ve been seeing this growing trend where people write steve as having brillant loving parents, because “canonically” steve parents aren’t bad. but i disagree. i think writing steve as having good parents goes directly against canon. and that’s not me saying you can’t write them! i love fics where steve’s parents aren’t total pricks. but i’ve seen a lot of these people also acting like they’re writing steve’s parents correctly, and that is very dumb.

the fact that steve (and his mates) know all about steve’s dads cheating, and the fact that he mentions it rather flippantly, means that it’s just a fact about his life, and something he’s likely known about for a long times. now i think this cheating directly informs his relationship with both of his parents (but again, i won’t talk too much about it, trying to keep this thing short). and nobody goes quite so insane by cheating as steve does. he goes full, burning this relationship to the ground, at just the possibility, like he doesn’t even actually witness any kissing, it’s just an arm over the shoulder, but that’s enough for steve. which means that the cheating, while steve treats it casually, is something that affects steve very deeply. and if steve goes this crazy about the possibility of him being cheated on, i can’t imagine he reacts calmly when it’s his mother getting cheated on.

i see the working for his dad thing exactly like you. i think it’s likely steve has been told his whole life he’ll work for his dad one day, and when he didn’t get into college, his dad took that promise away. people look at steve’s speech in s3, and say like “oh boohoo, he had to get a job” which isn’t what he’s saying! in s2, steve says getting into college really isn’t that important, because he can just work for his dad. then in s3, he’s saying that his life is over, and he has no future. those ideas didn’t come from nowhere. to me, it only makes sense that that’s the shit his parents told him when he didn’t get into college, and they made him get a minimum wage job where he’d be forced to serve his friends, to embarrass him. his parents, as upperclass, absolutely see that job as below them, which is why they see it as a punishment.

yeah, steve has only ever spoken of his dad in a negative light. his mom is seemingly slightly better, considering he’s only ever spoken about her in a neutral light. we know that she chases his dad around, and she’s well respected around town. none of which means she’s actually a good and attentive mother.

and omfg, that falling down the stairs thing drives me crazy. the way that it’s treated lightheartedly in the show?? at less than a year old, his parents let him crawl around, (either unwatched, or they didn’t care enough to be near him, which is insane because when my nephew is crawling around in the room i’m in, i am constantly keeping an eye on him, he could crack his head open on a side table! to think that steve’s parents allowed him to fall down the stairs honestly makes me sick) at the top of the stairs. and the worst thing is, steve wouldn’t remember that story. that story had to have been told to him, in a funny way, over and over again. he literally blames the reason he is stupid in him falling down the stairs as a baby. like what the actual fuck? that alone tells me that they aren’t good parents. and again, little steve isn’t just hearing that story and thinking “wow, that must be why i’m stupid” someone gave him that idea.

everything about steve’s parents spell out that at best, they aren’t close. and even then, that’s only when looking at what steve has directly said about them.

because people don’t just grow up in a vacuum. if you look at steve as a character, one who thinks he’s an idiot and has no future. one that is desperately searching for love and affection, one that time and again has allowed himself to get hurt, and near die, with seemingly no care about his own physical and mental state. well. he has to have gotten that from somewhere.

i definitely think some fics write steve’s parents as over the top abusers. but that doesn’t mean he has good parents (and honestly i think writing them as extremely terrible parents is more in line with canon then writing them as wonderful parents). and, with people considering he’s dramatic or spoiled, think about this. steve is one of the most family-oriented characters in the show. his ultimate dream in life, is a big, happy family that loves each other and spends time together (specifically travelling, which is interesting considering one of the few things we know about steve’s parents is that his dad travels for work, and his mom follows). this character would not believe the worst in his parents. he would not call a loving, well-meaning father a ‘grade A asshole’ or douchebag’ and to think he would, is to fundamentally misunderstand his character.

i think steve’s parents are probably at least partly neglectful, i think they probably don’t show much outward love, and they’ve allowed (and maybe even encouraged) steve to grow up incredibly insecure. steve’s felt he had to perform a certain way for love and acceptance. i think his relationship with his dad is probably worse then the one with his mom, but i doubt he has a good relationship with either.

so, yeah, if you want me to go more in depth about what i think steve’s relationship with either of his parents is like, i totally will! because i have basically developed a fully-fleshed, timeline of events for this family lmao.

[sylvaridreams]

Alright Dama it's your turn >:) 4 and 5 with canach, 1 with rama, 11 with auruim, 12 with trahearne and uuuh 2 with peitha because the idea makes me laugh ( do any of you want i know i sent a lot <333)

You're the devil you made me THINK about things.... <3 thank youuu

Commander love interest ask game!

Canach

4. What was their initial opinion of the commander? Has that changed at all?

Bearing in mind I started playing right after lws1 ended so I never got the full s1 Canach experience... Initial opinion was "oh look at this little goody-goody, how cute. What an asshole." Not at all impressed. Mutual distrust and dislike for a long while heheh.

After the point in lws2 where they're injured and stranded for roughly a week, a mutual respect and some degree of trust and camaraderie was earned. Feelings came into play long after the relationship progressed to physical.

Where Canach stands right now with Alba, he basically feels like... Alba cares more about being the hero who saves the world than he does anything else. Not even in a necessarily egotistical way or anything, just that he HAS to be able to save everyone and do everything or it's the end of the world. He can't ask for help or step back and take care of himself at all. He WON'T step away and it's been eating at their relationship for years.

And Canach has his own issues that he tries to deal with quietly and privately. Before they became any kind of real couple, he made it clear what his limits and boundaries were, what he would and wouldn't do, with the expectation that those boundaries be respectfully avoided, and yet intentionally or not Alba has almost always pushed and poked at those limits as if testing them out. Not out of malice; most likely he just doesn't realize he's doing anything hurtful, but it makes it VERY hard for Canach to be around sometimes. He's at a point where he's isolating himself playing a capitalist in Arborstone because he can't keep watching Alba try to get himself killed.

But despite it all, he loves him. And that's probably why it's so hurtful that Alba keeps doing what he does.

5. How do they feel about their LI being the commander? Are they concerned? Proud? Is it a "keep work stuff at work" kind of thing?

Concerned is putting it lightly. There have been countless times where Alba should have rightfully stepped down from his position (as Commander of... nothing) and stepped away from it all and let himself heal. The rest of the heroes of the world would have worked shit out. But since Alba views himself as having no destiny outside of heroism... he can't allow himself time to rest.

After he nearly lost a leg in the Silverwastes, he should have stepped down. After dying, he should have taken a break: after Kralk blasted him with a direct hit of brand lightning; after Jormag, after Braham tried to break his spine, after Soo-won and then the oni, after fusing with his tiger for six months--so many opportunities to step back and say OK it's been cool but this is my limit!

If it were up to Canach he'd be fully retired in the middle of nowhere with no comms access to be informed of current events, just so that he can't go running off into danger with a target painted on his chest.

Rama

2. Who are they and what's their dynamic with the commander?

Why, he's a funny detective with a big goofy hat.... :) dynamic with Alba is good. They get along really well, work well together, Rama isn't at all afraid to call him on shit, or to back him up as deemed appropriate... Rama falls into the friends with benefits category for Alba. I don't see them ever doing much in terms of romance, though they might occasionally go out together, largely because Rama feels awkward if he asks Alba over just for sex without any pretense.

Auruim

11. What parts of the commander do they get to see that nobody else does?

Bearing in mind that Auruim sees what he wants to see...! But also bearing in mind that they were really close a decade ago, when Auruim was a sapling and before Alba started to really gain commander momentum. Auruim gets to see both Alba's caring, "elder-sibling" side, as well as his cruelty. Alba is often unintentionally more open and honest about negative feelings with Auru-- they're both sensitive to the time that passed when Auruim was left in the jungle, and VERY sensitive to perceived slights from the other. Auruim has a tendency to start fights and goad Alba into fighting back, and Alba gets very mean very quickly with the right combination of words jabbed at him, because he feels the need to defend himself.

But he also loves Auruim and cares deeply about him. It's hard for Auruim to always understand this and see past "you left me in the jungle" to "youre trying to make up for it and take care of me now." A lot of Alba’s caring actions are taken as hostility by Auru because again, he chooses how to perceive Alba’s actions, and he goes for the "this is mean to me" answer often.

I.e., currently post-SotO, Auru is minus one arm and rarely conscious. Alba tries to be there as often as he can when Auruim is awake to take care of him; Auru knows at least subconsciously that Alba is doing his best and that everything he does is to help him, but that makes it no easier to accept what's going on at the time. Alba's not there when he wakes up = he hates me, Alba is there and has to do something that hurts or makes him feel briefly uncomfortable = he's trying to hurt me to be mean, etc.. that isn't to say that it's always perceived as hurtful, and sometimes he's a good sport about it and doesn't try to fight, and they get to peacefully enjoy one another's company until he sleeps again.

Trahearne

12. What's a song you associate with the relationship?

Time Machine - Autoheart

Peitha

2. How does the rest of Dragon's Watch feel about the relationship?

"Are you guys fucking seeing this" all around. A lot of concern and a lot of fear for Alba and a lot of worry that he's not in his right mind (and he's not!)

[starocean]

not to be an asshole or a whiner but i have been stressed and need to rant a little to let it out so please feel free to ignore, it’s just work related stuff

(technically they’re all my coworkers, but i don’t wanna use names so i just refer to them like this)

so, coworker got into an accident and she’ll be out for the next four days. no big deal, i can push my vacation back even if i am the tiniest bit sad i can’t take it rn. i won’t even lie about that. but i’m not at mad at her at all. 

but i am upset that my manager didn’t even offer to let me take next weekend off. she just told me we’d talk about me taking vacation time. and that kind of set me off and i spent like a whole hour crying because i’m just. so tired. i work six days a week. in the last three to four months, i have worked multiple 9 to 13 day “weeks” without a single day off. i rarely ever ask for time off, and what time off i do get is usually interrupted by work for some reason or other, even during vacation. i have an autoimmune disorder that makes me physically weaker than i used to be. just a few days ago, i had to stop doing stock because my shoulders were causing me so much pain i was almost nauseated and fighting back tears.

i’m not like the asm, who bitches and bitches and bitches and bitches when she can’t take time off (who, by the way, spent most of last year trying to get out of work and almost got let go for being a liability bc she kept getting injured at work and filing for worker’s comp. which seems unfair but these injuries were all extremely minor, so minor that a doctor wouldn’t even give her more than a day off work bc it wasn’t necessary, and all happened in less than six months. and when you’re the only one getting injured but your coworkers aren’t and none of the customers are reporting anything hazardous, HR starts getting suspicious. they told her they were going to start investigating her if she reported another injury too soon, and guess what? she stops getting hurt. amazing. she only wanted the worker’s comp bc it would get her more time off work while giving her a paycheck, but that’s not the point. 

and she also had the fuckin’ audacity to lie about my performance to the sm, and yes i am still upset about that bc i’ve actually done way more than the asm has and the sm’s even said so herself, like fuck the asm for real i cannot stand her) 

she’s gotten mad at me before for requesting vacation time before she puts her request in, and even angry at me for getting the rare satuday off bc she thinks she’s the only one who deserves a saturday off, apparently. i don’t get weekend days off much. like 99% of my off-days are during the week. she also acts like she’s the only one to work 9 to 13 days in a row without time off, and she hates being contracted on all of the above. i’ve had to show her our schedules before and go back month by month showing her what days she worked and had off compared to what i did. as you can guess, she was not happy about the physical proof being put in front of her lmao.

(and let me get this off my chest real quick because this one really fuckin pissed me off. this fuckin cunt tried to get me to come in on a day off that i specifically requested and was granted to be able to take care of my mother after her surgery. one of the newbies quit, and she sends me a text saying, “so-and-so quit, i need you come in and work tonight.” and of course i told her sorry ass no, that i had to be there for my mother. not sorry at all, my family and their health takes priority over work, especially since that was scheduled time off approved by the sm. the fucking disregard you have to demand i come in despite knowing i’m watching over my mother’s health. cover the damn shift yourself, asshole.)

the only time i have ever spoken up about not having certain days off is when i’d been given a saturday off and the sm tried to take it from me without even attempting to communicate with me about it. and then she tried to guilt trip me for that by saying she would have to pull a double, and i had to hold myself back from saying something snarky about how it’s literally her job, as per corporate policy, to fill in for an employee who cannot make their scheduled shift if no other employee can cover it. i was also miffed she didn’t even bother asking if i was okay with that. like, she didn’t say shit to me about it. no text message, no phone call, nothing from any other employee. nada. she got the next day off anyways, so idk why she was bitching. maaayybee she should have had the courtesy to, oh i dunno, ask me if i could cover? but she didn’t, so no i don’t feel bad about her pulling that double shift. ANYWAYS, not the point. i mean, sort of.

anyways, kind of tying back into the first part: coworker got hurt, and i volunteered to coworker directly that if she needed me to give up my vacation to cover her shifts, i would. we don’t always get along, but we definitely get along better than the asm and I do. maybe this is petty, atp i don’t really care, but the asm thanked me for volunteering. and i had to fight not to tell her to fuck off, that i wasn’t doing it for her, i was doing it for my coworker. it was the right thing to do, and if coworker had wanted to, she could’ve called it a favor for switching days with me once when i’d gotten too sick to attend work a few months ago. and i knew damn well that the asm wouldn’t give up any of her time off to fill in, bc she’d outright rejected mine and other coworkers’ requests for us to switch shifts when we’d been too sick or hurt to come in, and has often refused to cover shifts for employees who quit. obvious pattern of behavior there.

basically i’m just, like. bummed out. and burned out. i have dedicated so much time to this job with nothing to show. a shitty wage that i can’t even get a raise on bc i’ve apparently “hit the cap” for my position (bunch of fucking bullshit honestly), and my physical and mental health deteriorating by the minute. (which, i know that seems stupid to say after having a possible opportunity to get a different job, but all the research i put into that one (which i should’ve done first. hindsight is 20/20) showed it wouldn’t be much better than my current job. who knows. if i get desperate enough, i may just try my shot with them again.) and little time off. 

i just want decent time off. to just sit at home and relax, and not be bothered by something work related unless it’s an emergency. 

i’ll delete this later

[artdragon22]

Dream I had last night

Had a badass dream * u * No idea where it came from but it was really cool...

I was human soul that was mistakenly sent to hell at death so I tried to find someone in charge I could talk to. Since it was hell, there was a lot of chaos and violence to dodge and for some reason a lot of it was high school themed (ie dodgeball that was deadly, lockers that open up randomly to reveal a monster that pulls you inside to eat you if your back happens to be turned to it, food fights in the cafeteria that turn deadly).

At first the others didn't really think much of me and there was a shapeshifting demon that constantly switched between a t-rex and a dragon (both made of fire/lava) who was always following and mocking...I think me but I got the feeling also someone who was near me? Idk. When I got to the locker section, after figuring out how they work, I managed to time it perfectly and run down a whole hall of them while they were closed with others actually cheering me on.

At the dodgeball section I stayed outside the gym with some others to relax on a bench (playing wasn't mandatory). One asshole who was playing kept trying to "accidentally" hit me (or someone next to me) with a stray ball. Can't remember if he was someone I knew/hated in life, but I managed to always catch and return the ball, making him look stupid. Again those present, especially ones who would've been hit, were happy with me.

When I got to the cafeteria, which looked like a huge mall food court, a guy who apparently was my stalker in life (only in the dream, I'm fine irl) found me and started walking behind me and taunting me. I tried to ignore him and keep going but when he put his arm around me I lost it and started beating the crap out of him. Since this was a dream I couldn't hit very hard but I was still doing damage.

A crowd gathered and started cheering me on, seeming pleasantly surprised to see someone who's normally calm and non-violent beat the crap out of some asshole. After many too-weak punches I decided to push his face down into the table as hard as I could instead. After a while I saw he was too injured to do anything to me so I stopped and hurried away, wanting to get out of there in case he recovered quickly (plus I was upset and didn't want to be violent anymore.)

While walking toward a staircase I was stopped by a young lady about my age with a pixie cut hairstyle and clothes that were white and light blue (blue being an exceptionally rare color in hell.) She asked me to "put a stop to this hell" and I told her I can't stop hell, and she shook her head saying "no I mean *this* hell, it's not supposed to be like this."

At first, I wanted to agree to help but was hesitant cuz I had no idea how I could, but then the dodgeball asshole from before hit me with a ball and was mocking me, so I turned back to her and said "you know what, I will try. I don't know how and I make no promises but I'll see what I can do." And I stomped off to do...something.

She gave me the impression that she was secretly an angel but there was no way to know for sure. There were a very few others who, like her, also wore white and light blue clothes and seemed non-violent like her.

Then I woke up. I really wish I could draw all this out but alas...there's just no way, it was too epic for my current skills ; u ;

[ipreferthebabadook]

@ofsonofthesheriff

{I couldn't believe any of this was happening now. I mean, if my life wasn't already a hot mess... Between my dad bailing when I was younger, my mom was always on a "business trip" aka, rolling around in the sack with one guy after another, so she was never home, and then my sister who also deserted me when life got tough, now let's throw in a psychopath in a Ghost Face costume trying to slice and dice me right here in my own house. So much for the carefree dinner and movie hang out night I had planned with Wes. I thought to myself as I felt myself growing weaker with each passing second. I could feel by my coldness and feeling as though I could pass out at any second, that I was losing a lot of blood. Fortunately for me, Wes was here now. Not only had he saved my life tonight by tasing the freak show with the knife before he had the chance to finish me off, but also as Wes pressed his jacket to my knife wounds; doing what he could to slow my bleeding now. My breath was growing more shallow, so each time I tried to speak, it wasn't much higher of a volume than a whisper. Sure, I could recall in movies like this where the other person would be telling the one bleeding to death not to talk, and to save their energy, but whether I died or not tonight, I used what breath I had remaining to urge Wes to leave. No, I didn't want to die tonight, and I certainly didn't want to do so alone, at that, but more than any of that, I didn't want Wes to be Ghost Face's next victim} Please... I don't want them hurting you... {I quietly pleaded with him. Knowing Wes the way I did though, I knew in my heart he wasn't going anywhere. He was that sort of friend. A fierce and loyal friend. He'd always put the other person's needs before his own. Don't get me wrong, I'd never forgive myself if anything happened to him, especially while he was here trying to keep me alive, but at the same point, I was touched and relieved to know he wouldn't leave me here to fend for myself, while he went off to hide. Just further proof that Wes was one of the good ones, and I was lucky to have him in my life. I silently considered but I found a small smile pulling at the corners of my lips when I heard his playful retort about his taser} If Amber or anyone ever teases you about it again, I'll personally kick their ass. {I said in not much higher than a whisper; all the while the smile remained on my lips. I didn't know how much more time had passed before I heard the commotion of the EMT's barging into my house. My hand instinctively stretching out, in search of Wes when the EMT's pushed him out of the way, so they could stabilize me. As they worked, I tried to find Wes in the room as a means of distracting myself from the pain they were putting me through as one EMT worked to plug up my knife wounds, while the other set and splinted my lower leg, but I couldn't find him. Leading me to wonder if they forced him to wait outside. Assholes. I thought as I cried out in pain again each time they worked on one of my injured areas. At least if I had Wes here, I could try to focus on him instead of the hell I was going through currently...

Before long I was being escorted outside, and then lifted into the back of an ambulance. As the EMT's transferred me to the gurney, I found myself again looking of Wes. Odd how I never really saw him as anything more than a friend before, yet now I was seeing him as something more... He was now the guy who risked his life to save mine... The guy who made me feel safe... The only person I wanted here with me now while I was going through this hell. Eventually the EMT's had shifted out of the way while they took their prospective places in the ambulance, as did the officers gathered around my front yard once they made their way inside my house to further investigate my attack. Either way, once they all scattered, it finally gave me a view of Wes} Wes... Come with me... Please.... {I quietly murmured out as I found myself finding it more and more difficult to keep my eyes open; knowing it will only be a matter of time before I drifted off into an unconscious state}

@ofsonofthesheriff

{Life. It sure had a way of kicking you in the ass, at times. Then again, so did family, for that matter. My dad was long gone. I didn't have much contact with him, once he walked out on us. My sister bailed on me, too, which left me feeling confused and resentful. All I had left was my occasional mom, who left on lengthy "business trips," and I barely heard from her once that happened. She called them business trips, but I'm sure it was just her excuse to be fucking around with some guy. Tag it up to the new "flavor of the month." I thought with a roll of my eyes as I placed the order for the Chinese food I had promised Wes I would call in. Once I ended the call, I shot Wes a text letting him know the food was ordered, so he could pick it up on his way here for our planned movie night. Honestly, if it wasn't for Wes, and my other friends too, I could pretty much guarantee I'd be even more of a hot mess than I already am. I thought with a scoff as I retrieved a couple of plates from the cabinet; setting them down onto the kitchen island, before then making my way to the fridge, so I could grab us a couple of sodas or something. Normally Amber, Chad, Mindy, and the others joined Wes and I for movie nights, but Chad and Mindy had some family thing to go to tonight, and Amber was uncharacteristically busy, which just left Wes and I. I didn't mind though. It would actually be kinda nice to just have an evening alone with Wes, since I couldn't even remember the last time it was just the two of us hanging out. I thought to myself with a slight smile as I finished getting out everything I needed for our dinner. No sooner placing the silverware and napkins down though when I heard the landline ring. Usually I didn't bother to answer the landline when it rang. I mean, when it did, it was typically either someone for my mom, or some solicitor. Anybody who wanted to talk to me knew to just call or text me on my cell. Still, in spite of my instinct not to answer the phone, I stupidly did so anyway. Just as expected it was some Charlie guy calling for my mother. Another fuck buddy, I assumed... Why the hell not. I thought with an eye roll as I assured him I'd give her the message, but surprisingly, the call didn't end there. This guy must really be into my mom if he was making small talk with her daughter. What a tool. I thought to myself as he continued to yammer on about how proud my mom allegedly was of me. Oh yeah, mother of the year right there. I thought with another eye roll, but found a chill move through me when the conversation shifted to horror movies. What a creep. I thought as an eerie feeling moved through me. No, something was really off here. I thought as I hung up on the guy. I jumped and let out a yelp when it immediately rang again, but what was worse was a text I received from "Amber" telling me to answer my landline. How the hell did she know it was ringing? Nope. Not Amber. Someone apparently took her phone.

Like a sheep going to the slaughter, I played his Stab movie trivia game. Personally, I thought it was total bullshit, but I had no choice since he threatened the life of my best friend. I fell for his tricks, and next thing I know, he's at my fucking front door in a Ghost Face costume with a knife in hand; threatening to gut me like a fish. I was terrified. Never so afraid in my whole life. Given that I was weak after the first connection with his blade to my abdomen area, I knew he might just end up getting his wish to gut me. I fought back... I fought as hard as I could, but between the rapid blood loss I was experiencing from the multiple areas he had managed to stab me, as well as the throbbing pain in my lower leg, that I feared was broken after he forcefully slammed his foot down onto my bone, I was crawling too slowly to get away. Between my building terror and tears, my volume was barely audible as I called out for help. Knowing nobody could probably hear me, or my screams, but I could at least try. I had previously pressed the code on my phone to summon the police, but it was impossible to say if they'd arrive in time; especially when I could feel my end was rapidly approaching. Another pained yelped left me, as he yanked me back by my hair, forced me to roll over onto my back, and as the tears rolled down my face like fountains, I begged him for my life} Please! Please don't do this! Just let me live, please! I'm just a kid! I'm too young to die! Please! {I cried out through pleading sobs. If that made me a coward, oh well. I couldn't fucking care less, at this point in time. I thought to myself as he held the knife high above me. He was taunting me. This was a game to him. A sick game, but regardless, I was fairly certain that this was where he finished me off. Why though? I had to wonder. Why me? My body trembling with fear as my cries continued ringing out. My pleading obviously a lost cause, so the only hope I had was for someone to hear my screams to help and come to my aid before it was too late}

[unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin]

Hey!! Could I possibly get a one shot with female reader and MJF? Where the reader is medic and she and MJF start a friendship, when he comes in hurt one to many times,that later turns into more with MJF being the first to admit feelings. Fluff/smut doesn’t matter just wherever the story takes you.. thank you!!!

Doctor, Doctor

Warnings: swearing, that’s about all.

An: this ended up a lot longer then I originally planned.

Taglist: @fiskers7136 @peachmango-kombucha @kcloveswrestling @bellalutionn

No one quite knew what you did that was different, but Max refused to go to any medic that wasn’t you. Didn’t matter if he was injured, or simply need a quick check, he always found you. At first basically everyone would always come up to you, telling you how sorry they were that you had to deal with him so much, but you always told them it was fine. He had been an asshole the first time, but you had told him off, and it seemed to shut him up.

You worked quietly, carefully stitching up MJFs arm. Wardlow stood leaning against the door while MJF talked to him.

“I’m just saying, if you want to keep your damn job maybe actually do the thing I hired you to do- shit!” He yanked his arm a bit right as you were working, making you pull on the skin. “Hey sweetheart, watch what your doing ya?”

“Then stop moving.” You snapped back. Said man seemed surprised that you would talk to him like that, but put his arm back into place without another word. Muttering a quiet apology.

Ever since then he had ended up in whatever room you were set up in all the time, needing checks on muscles, or massages, and anything else.

“I can’t believe you couldn’t get it done.” You heard that familiar passive aggressive voice slowly getting closer. And within a second Max came walking in with Shawn Spears and Wardlow following behind him. Shawn’s forehead was split open and he had a hand gripping his left shoulder.

“I got attacked from behind.” Shawn argued, sitting on the table you cleared off when they came in.

“It was Guevara, he’s not the most silent person out there.” Max rolled his eyes at the man. You pulled out some disinfectant and dumped it on a towel, reaching up to wipe some of the blood off his forehead. When you pushed against it he pulled back surprised and gripped your wrist tightly.

“Watch it!”

“Watch your self!” Max snapped, pulling Shawn’s hand off of yours. “Let the women do her job.” Shawn gave him a confused look, but didn’t say anything else as you cleaned and patched his head.

“Where is most of the pain?” You questioned, feeling Shawn’s shoulders.

“Left side, higher up.” He mumbled. You slowly moved the muscle, trying to relax it. You payed little attention to what the three men were talking about, not wanting to hear about how they were going to attack the inner circle.

“Ok, I did my best to relax the muscles. Make sure to ice it over the week, and I suggest you refrain from getting attacked by chairs in the future.” Wardlow chuckled at that as Shawn stood up. “Your fine to do whatever in the ring, but watch the shoulder and get it checked if it gets worse.

He mumbled a that you before walking towards the door. You turned back to your stuff to clean up some of the stuff from patching his head when you heard a cough. You looked over your shoulder seeing Max still standing there. “Can I do something for you”

“You mind checking my shoulder again? It’s been giving me some problems.” He explained. You motioned for him to sit down, and he was quick to pull his jacket off so there was one less layer between the two of you. Your hands went to the same place he’s been complaining about for the past few weeks. “Sorry about Shawn.”

“Did the great MJF just apologize?” You questioned, raising any eyebrow at the man.

“In your dreams sweetheart. I just don’t need someone in my faction not having manners.” He explained, making you nod.

“Well everything feels fine Max, just like last time. But if you are still in pain I’m gonna suggest you go see someone who can give you an x-Ray.”

“You told me that last time.” He stood up pulling his jacket on again.

“That’s because I can only do so much in an office without big equipment. If your in pain you need to get it checked out. Don’t wrestle injured.” He simply nodded before walking out on you.

————————

“I don’t do that here.” You argued with Matt Hardy. Another week of work had brought the legend into your office claiming he had a gray hair. “If you want that fixed go to hair and makeup.” You had spent the last 15 minutes explaining that it wasn’t a medical condition, and it hadn’t helped when Christian had walked by, commenting on how much gray the man had. Sometimes you wanted to strangle the men you worked with.

“This is important! I need this fixed-“

“Matt!” Hardy and yourself looked to see Tk walking down the hall. “I’ve got a few more people to grab, but could you met me in the boardroom? We need to have a quick meeting.”

“Ya, see you in a minute.” Hardy flashed him a smile before walking away. Before you realized Tony was still there you let out a breath, causing him to laugh.

“Aubrey saw your situation, figured I could help you out. We will get him into hair and makeup right away.”

“Thank you so much.” You thanked him, happy to no longer have to deal with the man.

“Don’t worry about it y/n. Now I’ll leave you to get ready for tonight.” He waved before walking off. You were always surprised by how helpful Tony was with situations like this. You continued setting up until a small knock was heard from the door. You turned to once again find MJF leaning against the wall. He was wearing one of his many suits, and it strained slightly at his arms being crossed.

“Afternoon y/n. I just needed you to look at-“

“Cut the crap Max.” You snapped, surprising him. “You come in here almost weekly complaining about your shoulder, so either I’m going to tell Tk to pull you from tv to get better or your gonna tell me what actually is happening.” Max stood there, his mouth open a bit while you stared back with your arms over your chest. After a moment he didn’t say anything and you shrugged. “Fine. I’ll go talk to Khan.”

You tried to walk past him, but his hand wrapped around your wrist to stop you. “Don’t do that.” He sighed as you turned to look at him. Your arms were crossed as you stared at each other.

“So what should I do then?”

“Go out with me.” This caught you off guard.

“What?”

“Go out with me, tomorrow night. Then I’ll stop asking you to check my shoulder every week.” He explained as though it was the most logical thing in the world.

“I- um. I don’t…” you struggled to answer the man standing in front of you.

“Think about it. Let me know if it’s a yes or no.” And as confidentiality as he walked in he walked out, leaving you very confused.

—————————

“I mean, what if he’s fucking with me? Max is known for making women look like idiots.” You paced around Britts hotel room, she was sitting on the couch as she watched you.

“I don’t know y/n, maybe he actually likes you. Your never gonna find out by ranting to me about it.”

“I don’t want to end up the idiot who was stupid enough to think the asshole likes her.” You mumbled, sitting down next to Britt. She reached over to rub your back, and the door to the room opened as Adam strolled in.

“Hey ladies!” He leaned down to give Britt a kiss. “What are we talking about?”

“Max, asked this one out in a date.” Britt poked your side making you stick your tongue out at her.

“What did you say?”

“I haven’t answered yet.” You admitted.

“She thinks he’s trying to make a fool out of her.” Britt explained, making Adam nod.

“Why would he make a fool out of someone he’s in love with?”

You snorted when he said that, shaking your head. “Max doesn’t ‘love’ anyone. He finds a girl, sleeps with her, and then leaves them to never speak to them again.”

Adam leaned against the wall across from the two of you. “I may be new here, but I’m not blind. That man is obviously in love with you. When Matt and Nick told me y’all weren’t together I was genuinely surprised.” You stared at Adam, barely believing what he was telling you.

“Y/n, I know your scared, but you will never find out if you don’t go for it.” Britt told you.

“And if he is an asshole I’ll beat his ass.” Adam winked at you, making you chuckle.

———————

You looked in the mirror of your room, running your hands over the dark green silk dress. Britt, Penelope, and Allie had taken you out to chose a dress for the night. It hugged your curves perfectly, and complemented you in every way. When you had answered Max, telling him you would go out with him he had answered immediately. He told you to dress nicely, and that he would pick you up at 7.

You checked your phone once again, seeing only 3 minutes to 7. You had been a nervous wreck all day, and for a second you wondered if it was to late to cancel. Your eyes looked to the door when you heard a knock. It was now or never.

You walked over and opened the door, being met with Max. He was wearing a dark red suit, and was holding bouquet of orange lilies. He looked gorgeous. “Hi…” you mumbled, snapping him out of the phase he had been in of watching you.

“Hi.” He offered you a smile. “These are for you.” He offered the flowers which you took.

“Let me put them in here, then we can leave.” You told him. You set the flowers on the desk and grabbed your purse before dashing out of the room to where he was waiting.

“Ready?” He asked, offering his arm to you. You took it with a slight blush nodding.

He took you downstairs and on a quick drive to a small Italian restaurant. It wasn’t super busy, and you had been seated quickly as Max had made a reservation. He pulled your chair out for you and was acting like an over all gentleman.

“Would you like any wine? They have a really nice selection.” Max had picked up the wine list, looking through it quickly before looking back at you.

“Anything you want.” You answered quickly, your eyes scanning the restaurant. Max frowned, setting the menu down.

“Is something wrong?” He asked softly, and you could tell he was trying not to sound rude.

“What are we doing?” You didn’t try as much.

“What do you mean?” He seemed taken aback.

“I mean, why are we here? I know how you are, every one backstage knows. You take a girl out for one date, have sex, and leave her in the dust.” You ranted. “And I’m sure as hell not going to be just another name on the stupid list.”

Max just stared at you, making you sigh. “Whatever.” You stood up, quickly walking past him and out of the restaurant. As you walked down the sidewalk you felt like you were going to cry. You felt like an idiot, and you hoped Britt was doing anything so you could call her.

“Y/n!” You heard a voice yell from behind you, but you ignored him. You could hear him getting closer, and eventually he grabbed you by your wrist to stop you. “Y/n, please.” He begged. You finally turned to look at him, pulling your arm away from him.

“Please what, Max?”

“My shoulder isn’t injured.” He stated, making you roll your eyes.

“No shit Max. I check it every week.”

“That’s not- god!” He rubbed his face turning away from you a bit.

“Just let me leave Max.” You tried, which pulled him back to you quickly.

“Y/n, I’m in love with you.” Your eyes went wide when he said that. “You are one of the only people who will tell me to shut up, and you never judge anyone who comes in for help. I love how excited you get to watch Marvel movies, and the sparkle in your eyes that tell me that your reading a new mystery novel. I love how passionate you are about wrestling, and you are the most beautiful women I’ve ever met.” He reached down and took your hand in his. “I’ve never loved someone the way I love you.”

You were speechless after hearing his confession. He knew more about you then some friends you had, and it felt like your chest was going to explode.

“Max… I love you too.” You admitted. He smiled at you stepping close while taking your face in his hands.

“Y/n, can I kiss you?”

“Yes.” The moment he had your consent his lips met yours. And it was amazing.

—————————

1 year later.

You sat cheering for the match going on in front of you. Normally you would be backstage, but Tony had given you the night off for some reason. You had still come to Dynamite, sitting with Max’s parents seeing as AEW was in his home town. Over the year you had met Max’s friends and family, getting closer and closer to your boyfriend.

Eventually Max came out to cut his promo for the night. He had refused to tell you what he was going to say, claiming it was a surprise. He grabbed a mic before getting in the ring.

“Well, it’s nice to be back in the only not garbage city in this country.” He smirked, making the crowd cheer for him. Max always came out of character a little when he was home.

“Now, I could come out her to say that I’m going to beat Adam Pages’ ass, but we already know I will. I already have! In stead, I have something else to say.” He explained, climbing out of the ring.

“There is someone in this crowd tonight, who actually means something to me. She’s put up with me for the past year, and before that she put up with me backstage every day.” He stoped in front of you, flashing you a soft smile.

“Y/n, you’ve put up with me for a long time. And I’m hoping you’ll put up with me for a while longer.” You had stood up from your seat, and your hand went over your mouth as he pulled a box out and kneeled down. “Y/f/n y/l/n, will you marry me?”

The moment he said that the crowd disappeared, and your felt tears slip down your face. “Yes.” You whispered, and he pulled your foreword to kiss you deeply. When he pulled away he grabbed the ring and your hand, slipping it on your finger. His smile was the only warning before lifting you over the barricade, and carrying you bridal style backstage. He set you down immediately and pulled you close.

“Was that ok?”

“It was perfect.” You told him. One of his hands went up to wipe a tear off of your face.

“Damn, Freeman is already whipped for cuter mrs Freeman.” Moxley yelled at the two of you, making the people around you chuckle.

“Actually, I think it’s Dr. Freeman.” Max corrected, making you smile. “My doctor.” He whispered kissing your forehead.”

[inagetawaycarxo]

Post Breakup Run-Ins [WWE]

Warnings: breakups, mentions of cheating, angst, crying, heartbreak, breakout them tissues, me listening to SOUR while writing this, more angst, roman’s part is FULL ANGST, broken hearts, Roman being an ass in Jey’s part and his own part, as well as Drews, asshole!roman, mentions of cheating, insecurities, heartache, alcohol, Seth’s part is short.

A/N: All two parts. This preference involves Drew Mcintyre, Jey Uso, Jimmy Uso, Roman Reigns & Seth Rollins. REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

Drew McIntyre:

Drew and you were on different brands so a breakup was inevitable. Drew and you broke up before survivor series. You were lucky you haven’t run into him yet, but that was all going to change when survivor series happened.

You thought you could avoid him but you were so wrong. You ended up crashing right into his chest.

You were talking to Jey, so your attention wasn’t in front of you. nor was his he was looking at you. you crashed right into something solid. Nearly falling, put a strong muscular arm caught you. the familiar smell invading your nostrils. It was him.

You looked up. Staring into his eyes. he stared into your eyes.

The moment was interrupted by Jey when he pulled you off of Drew. Drew looked annoyed.

“Come on y/n/n,” Jey spoke, before dragging you away quickly. Drew and you stared at each other till you disappeared.

.✫*ﾟ･ﾟ｡.☆.*｡･ﾟ✫*.

“You, okay?” Jey asked noticing that you were spaced out while he guided you to Roman’s private locker room.

“Do you think I should talk to him; I mean the way he stared at me…” You spoke. As Jey and you walked into Roman’s locker room.

Jey fought the urge to roll his eyes. He didn’t why you were under Drew’s spell. He broke your heart because you got drafted to smackdown while he stayed on raw. He couldn’t even bother to try a long-distance relationship with you. In Jey’s eyes Drew didn’t deserve you or a second chance.

“He broke up with you because both of you were on different brands,” Jey pointed out.

“I know but…” You sighed, but Jey cut you off.

“Y/n, if he cared about you, he wouldn’t have broken up with you, he would have tried,” Jey grumbled. Trying to prove a point to you. You must have forgotten all those nights you cried till you had no tears left to cry.

“What are you flapping your gums about?” Roman demanded. Rubbing his temple. Jimmy looked up from his phone, while Paul looked at Jey then at you, then back at Roman.

“Y/n ran into Drew and now she wants to get back with him, which I think is stupid,” Jey grumbled. Making you roll your eyes.

Roman let out a huff. Rolling his eyes. Obviously, you forget how much it broke you when he dumped you.

Roman composed himself. Looking at you. Making your heart jump to your throat.

“He broke your heart, y/n, he couldn’t be man enough to make it work, so he dumped you, broke your heart into pieces, you spent years trying to get over him, and now you want to get back together with him,” Roman hissed out.

“But…” You gasped out. Heart thumping wildly against your ribcage.

“I’m not done talking yet, you are better off without him, he isn’t a man,” Roman spoke in a cold tone. Like he was lecturing you.

Roman got up. Walking over to you. He gently rested his hand on your cheek. Eyes looking into yours.

“I don’t think your heart could take another heartbreak from him,” Roman sighed, stroking your cheek before leaving his locker room. Leaving you standing confused. Paul followed him, as well as Jey. Jimmy trailed behind but stopped beside you.

“Y/n, don’t listen to them, do what your heart tells you, if you want to be with him, then be with him,” Jimmy spoke. Making you smile.

“Thanks, Jimmy,” You beamed. Making him give you a playful wink before he left the room.

You quickly spun around. Opening the locker room door and walking out. Searching for Drew.

After about an hour of searching for him, you were about ready to give up. You couldn’t find him. Cursing to yourself. Maybe Roman and Jey were right.

Pouting to yourself you hopped onto a crate. Wishing the world would swallow you whole. You didn’t see Drew sit down next to you.

“Hey y/n, I’m surprised your guard dogs aren’t around you,” He joked. Making you look up. Surprise edged on your features.

“Drew,” You gasped out. Mentally cursing yourself.

The two of you looked into each other’s eyes for a minute or so of gazing into each other’s eyes, both of you broke the silence at the same time.

“I want to give us another chance,” Both of you spoke at the same time.

You smiled at his response. While he smiled back at you. Drew took a hold of your hand. Intertwining his fingers with yours. Your heartbeat beating a hundred miles. Butterflies swarming inside of your stomach.

“I shouldn’t have broken up with you, these past few years have been torture,” Drew spoke. As you starred at him.

“It’s okay, all that matters now is that we want the same thing, and that’s that we want to get back together, to give us another chance,” You spoke. As Drew closed the space between him and you.

His other hand grabbing the side of your face. Lowering his lips down to yours. His warm lips pressing against yours softly. Eyes fluttering closed as he kissed you…

Jey Uso;

You avoided Jey, and if you did see him you would run in the other direction.

Ever since he joined Roman, he had changed and not for the better either.

Roman told Jey to forget about you, that you weren’t supportive and if you dumped him because he joined family then you never really did love him. The truth was Roman was manipulating him and you couldn’t stand it anymore.

At first, Jey listened to his cousin giving you death glares, but that all faded. He missed you. He missed your touch, your smile, how your hair smelt, how you laugh, he missed deep conversations with you. He was aching for you.

So, he planned to corner you into a corner.

“Jey, what do you want, here to glare me to death,” You asked. Placing your hands on your hips.

Instead of answering you he just grabbed the side of your face and kissed you roughly. Placing your hands on his chest and pushing him away.

“Jey…” You gasped out. Eyebrows furrowing.

“I miss you so much, I need you, I want you back,” Jey begged you. Making your heart ache.

“We can’t, you’ve changed so much, ad Roman hates me,” You sighed. Looking at him with sad eyes.

“Then what if we date in secret?” Jey suggested. Making you think for a second.

You let out a sigh.

“Okay,” You whispered. Jey was close enough to hear. He smiled before kissing you again.

.✫*ﾟ･ﾟ｡.☆.*｡･ﾟ✫*.

Jey let out a content sigh, as you snuggled into his bare chest. Both of you coming down from your high, after having multiple orgasms.

You traced his tattoo. Looking at a bruise of his in concern. Jey knew you weren’t fond of Roman. Or his actions, in fact, you liked to call him a self-centred asshole. Telling Jey he is manipulating him.

“What’s going on in that pretty little mind, well dirty mind?” Jey asked, winking at you on the last line.

You moved your head up, looking at him, to see him staring at you. You playfully rolled your eyes. Lightly swatting him. Jey let out a fake ow.

“I just… I wish your cousin wasn’t so self-centred. He could come and save you when you get attacked by his opponents,” You sighed. Pouting at him.

“Don’t worry, babe,” He replied. His hand cupping the side of your face.

“But I do, you get hurt, and he doesn’t, it’s hard not to,” You sighed heavily. Jey had to distract you. He was still horny, so he thought why not go for another round.

“Let’s not talk about my cousin, not when we can go for another round,” He spoke, shifting his body so he was on top of you. Your heart rate accelerating a few beats.

“But…” You tried to speak but stopped you by putting his finger on your lips.

“Sh,” Jey shushed you making you pout. Jey positioned the head of his cock with your entrance.

Before you could even protest, he entered you. Making a gasp escape your mouth. Jey smirked. Satisfied he got that reaction. Your hands gripped his forearms.

“See so much better than talking about Roman.” Jey groaned out, as your walls clenched around him as he continued to slide into you till bottom out. Your legs wrapped around his waist.

What the two of you failed to notice was that Jimmy and Roman entered Jey’s hotel room, walking in on Jey and you naked about to have sex.

“Yeah, let’s not talk about me while you are fucking this whore, in fact, I thought the both of you broke up, please don’t tell me she manipulated you into sleeping with her,” Roman shouted. Voice booming.

You let out a slight scream. You could have sworn he locked the door. But the two of you were both driven by the lust for each other that the two of you didn’t lock it. However, your shock disappeared at what he said. What a hypocrite, he was the one that was manipulating people.

“Uce,” Jey hissed out. Covering him and you. Jimmy awkwardly adverted his eyes, while Roman just glared at you. You glared back at Roman.

“We wouldn’t have broken up if you didn’t manipulate him,” You hissed out. Giving him an icy glare. Which he shot right back at you.

“Babe,” Jey gasped out. Roman scoffed.

“You are such a brat,” Roman growled out.

“Least I don’t let my cousins do my dirty work or get injured because I couldn’t be bothered to save them,” You hissed out.

“You wouldn’t understand you aren’t a part of the bloodline,” Roman shot back.

Jimmy wished he had popcorn, Jey wished this would end, because he knew Roman would make him choose and he couldn’t do that.

“Uce,” Jey hissed out. Shooting Roman a look.

“You such a manipulating asshole,” You shouted. Voice rising two octaves.

“Y/n,” Jey huffed out. Looking between Roman and you.

“Least I’m not sleeping my way to the top,” Roman smirked. You narrowed your eyes at him.

“That’s enough,” Jey shouted, slightly upset at Roman’s words.

“And there it is,” You chuckled darkly.

“It’s true, you slept with Jey, got attention, now you will probably want to sleep with someone else,” Roman growled out. Glaring at you coldly.

“You really think that low of me,” You spat out.

“Yeah,” Roman smirked.

“You are such an asshole,” You yelled.

“Might be but you wouldn’t understand, even if Jey did make you understand you just wouldn’t get it,” Roman spat out. Crossing his arms. Did he just call you dumb? you thought to yourself. You wrapped the sheet around you, getting up. Jey quickly covered himself with the quilt cover.

“No, you are being a manipulating toxic asshole, I honestly think you need a reality check, and I hope Brock knocks some sense into you,” You shouted. Walking over to him. Roman’s glare intensified.

“Y/n,” Jey hissed out. While Jimmy looked amused. Damn you had balls to stand up to Roman and say that.

“Jey is either her or us?” Roman spoke, giving him an alternative. Making you narrow your eyes.

You quickly slapped him hard. Making Jey gasp and Jimmy try to control his laugh. The slap echoed through the hotel room. Roman grabbed his cheek a red mark formed on his cheek.

“I’ll do you one better, I’m done,” You hissed out. Casting a look at Jey, before you turned your head to look at Roman. Giving him an icy glare. You stormed off. Jey quickly got out of the bed, holding the quilt close, as he chased after you. Roman rolled his eyes.

“Y/n, wait,” Jey gasped out. Voice full of panic. He couldn’t lose you again.

“You are just going to walk out with a sheet wrapped around you,” Roman questioned smugly. Jey shot him a look, as you stopped in the doorway of the front door. The door was half-opened.

“Well, got to keep my slutty reputation up,” You spat out, slamming the door after you exited it.

Jey glared at Roman.

“What the hell was that?” Jey hissed out.

“She wouldn’t understand, and she is a distraction,” Roman responded. Shrugging his shoulders like he just did Jey a huge favour. Jey glared at his cousin….

Jimmy Uso:

Jimmy cheated on you. He begged you for forgiveness telling you it was a moment of weakness and he missed you.

But you weren’t having any of it so, you ended it.

Jimmy vowed to get you back. Yelling at you that he wouldn’t stop until you were his again.

You weren’t really surprised to see him at your doorstep.

The loud sound of persistent knocking came from your front door. Taking you away from the tub of ice cream and the show that was playing on the TV. You whipped your tears away. Before walking to the door. Unlocking it and taking the lock chain off, before opening the door.

You let out a groan of annoyance when you saw Jimmy at your doorstep. Eyes red from crying. He was the one that got himself in this mess. Holding a bouquet. Like they were going to fix the issue.

You were about to close the door, but he stopped you. a look of panic crossing his face.

“Please, y/n, I love you, I am so sorry I cheated on you, it was a moment of weakness, please, I love you,” He pleaded.

You closed your eyes. Fighting the tears back. You then reopened your eyes.

“If you ever loved me, you would have never cheated on me,” You snapped. Before slamming the door and locking it. Putting the chain lock across before walking back to the couch. Turning up the volume on the TV to drown out Jimmy’s pleas.

.✫*ﾟ･ﾟ｡.☆.*｡･ﾟ✫*.

You wished your self-doubt would go away, you wished you didn’t fall in love with Jimmy, but nothing is ever simple or easy in life.

The first few months of the breakup you wallowed. Crying your eyes out. Eating junk food to comfort you. To soothe your breaking heart. It didn’t help when Jimmy kept coming around with gifts trying to apologize. You didn’t want the gifts, you just wanted his love, but he couldn’t give that to you. Because if he even loved you, he wouldn’t have cheated.

He only went away when Sasha threatened him. Chewing his ear out. It pained you to see her get up him, but he did hurt you, and he did deserve her grilling. Sasha was your best friend in the company. Claiming you were the best hairdresser in WWE.

So, when you didn’t come to work, she started to worry about you. Till the point, she came over. Comforting you and telling you, you needed a distraction and to forget about him.

So, here you were at the salon you worked at. Trying to distract yourself. But failing miserably.

A bunch of teenage girls going to prom, made you think of Jimmy. Wishing it were that simple. You styled their hair. Doing your best not to think of Jimmy, asking about who they were going to prom with, what their gowns looked like, but it was hard not to think of Jimmy when his twin brother made his way into the salon. You rolled your eyes, as he walked over to you. The teenage girls swooned over him.

“Is he your boyfriend?” One asked.

“He is so cute,” One of the girls spoke.

“He is so hot,” Another one swooned.

“What do you want Jey?” You asked as you continued to curl the teenage girl's hair. She was the last one.

“Do you have a minute?” Jey asked. As he sat down on the bench to the side. The teenage girls stared at him in awe. While Jey shot them a wink. Some of them blushed while some of them giggled. You rolled your eyes. Shooting him a look.

“Are you two dating?” The teenage girl whose hair you were curling asked. Jey’s eyebrow flicked up.

“She wishes,” He teased. Giving you a playful look. He was trying to cheer you up. Seeing how miserable you looked. You rolled your eyes at his answer.

“He wishes,” You grumbled. As you curl the last strand of her hair.

“Nah, she dated my twin brother,” He spoke. Making the teenage girls gasp.

“There’s another one that looks like you,” One of the girls gushed out.

“Alright girls, all done, go to the counter and I will ring up the price,” You spoke. They all obliged, but not before giving Jey flirty looks.

“Can I have a word?” Jey asked. Making you let out a huff.

“I’m busy,” You huffed out, as you unplugged the curling iron.

“I’ll wait,” Jey responded. Crossing his arm as he sat on one of the chairs.

“Fine, just give me a second,” You sighed. Walking off to go charge the teenage girls. Their mums were there as well. Paying for the styling. You smiled warmly at them as they left the store. Telling the girls to have fun.

You let out a heavy sigh. Dreading to go back and talk to Jey. You knew he would want you to get back with Jimmy.

You took a deep breath before letting it out. Walking back to Jey.

“What do you want Jey?” You sighed out, as you reorganized your kit.

“He misses you, and you miss him, the two of you look like shit, and I before you argue and say he cheated on you, he regrets doing it, he needs you and you need him, can you please look past the fact he cheated on you and go back to him, at least give him another shot or be his friend,” Jey pleaded.

“I can’t Jey,” You sighed. Tears gathering in your eyes you quickly wiped them away.

“At least come back to WWE, everyone misses you,” Jey sighed. You thought about it for a second before looking up at him.

“Fine, but keep Jimmy away from me,” You sighed. Jey smiled brightly. Wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close into his chest. Giving you a bone-crushing hug. You let out a groan of pain. His plan worked, now all he had to do was get Jimmy and you back together…

Roman Reigns:

Breakups were hard. Especially how Roman and you ended. He ended up telling you he still has feelings for Galina and wanted to try again with her.

That left your heart breaking into two. You quickly rushed out of the room, while he called your name.

Ever since then you have been avoiding him. It didn’t help that the two of you worked in the same place, smackdown.

Doubts setting in your mind, where you a placeholder? Did he ever love you? Did he cheat on you?

Unfortunately for you, your luck ran out. You bumped into him in the hallways.

You felt like your throat was closing up. Heart thumping loudly in your eardrums.

“Hey, y/n, I haven’t seen you lately, how are you? Are you okay?” He asked. Looking at you with a general interest. His eyes looked sad. The nerve of him to ask you that, to even speak to you like you are his friend.

“Okay?” You shouted out. tears pricking the corners of your eyes.

“I can’t even look at you without bursting into tears. You broke my heart, you ruined me,” You snapped. Tears falling from your eyes.

Out of habit roman went to wipe them away but you slapped his hand away.

“Did you even love me? Or was it just fake, maybe you even used me just so you felt less lonely,” You snapped. Bianca noticed the Commotion. She quickly walked over to Roman and you. she wasn’t too impressed with how Roman broke your heart, after all, you ran to her crying your eyes out till you passed out. She was your best friend, so she felt a little protective over you.

“I hate you; I never want to talk or see you ever again, heck, I’m going to see if I can go to raw, and if I can’t then I quit,” You yelled. roman looked heartbroken, but you didn’t care.

“Come on y/n/n,” Bianca spoke softly, wrapping her arm around your shoulder and pulling you away from Roman, casting him a glare over her shoulder.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you,” She spoke in a soothing voice. While your body shook in anger.

.✫*ﾟ･ﾟ｡.☆.*｡･ﾟ✫*.

You no longer had emotional breakdowns over Roman. Lies. At least not in front of anyone. Though Bianca believed you weren’t over Roman. Especially since you got drunk to numb the pain or have one-night stands with other guys, to forget about him, and the fact he chooses her not you.

Roman on the other hand after his encounter with you, wasn’t doing so well. He made a mistake breaking up with you to be with Galina.

He saw how cold you were to him, but deep down he knew it was all a front. He knew you were breaking, and he was breaking too. But he knew he couldn’t break up with Galina as well.

She noticed Roman’s behaviour as well. Often finding him deep in thought. Or scrolling through his phone. Looking at selfies of you. Sometimes he would stalk your Instagram as well. At first, she felt jealous, but then she accepted that a part of Roman was going to love you.

“You still love her, don’t you?” Galina asked as she noticed Roman was looking at photos of you again. He quickly locked his phone a little too quickly for her liking.

“It doesn’t matter, I’m with you now, I picked you,” Roman spoke. Flashing her a soft smile. That didn’t quite reach his eyes.

She let out a sigh. Just because he flashed her a smile. She could tell it didn’t reach his eyes. He was miserable without you. Every time he was happy his mind would then wander off to you. His smile turning into a frown. She could tell he missed you.

“Talk to her,” She sighed.

“She hates me,” Roman sighed.

“She hates that you choose me over her, and truthfully I only think you choose me because of the kids, and maybe you do still love me, but I know you love y/n more,” Galina spoke. Giving him a sad smile. He needed to hear it.

Roman tried to speak but Galina cut him off again.

“Go win her back, give you her your all, and if it doesn’t work out, we can try again,” She spoke.

Roman smiled at her sadly. Getting up and walking over to her.

“I’m sorry, for doing this to you,” Roman sighed. Cupping the side of her face. She looked up at him. Slightly smiling. Leaning into him. Her hands grabbed his wrists.

“I know, but you still love her, go get her,” Galina spoke. Leaning up till her lips pressed against his. Kissing each other passionately one last time before he went to your apartment complex…

Nerves racked throughout Roman’s body. Palms clammy. Rehearsing in his mind what he was going to say to you. Roman took a deep shake breath in then exhaled. Clenching his hand into a fist. Bringing his fist up to the door and knocking.

He knocked three times. Calling your name. But got no response. His heart hammered against his rib cage.

“Look, y/n, I know you don’t want to see me, but I left her, I want us to get back together,” Roman spoke voice slight loud.

Roman heard the door behind him. Making him glance over his shoulder. Seeing your neighbour standing there in their pyjamas. Looking slightly annoyed.

“She’s not home,” They grumbled. Looking at Roman in irritation.

“That’s fine, I can wait for her,” Roman replied. Giving your neighbour a forced smile.

“You’ll be waiting for a while,” One of your neighbours spoke. Making Roman shrug his shoulder.

“Your problem,” Your neighbour grumbled. They were about to slam the door when Roman spoke again.

“Is she doing, okay?” Roman asked.

“By okay you mean, coming home drunk while her friend helps her, or doesn’t come home at all till the next day?” Your neighbour shot out. Shotting Roman a glare. Before shutting the door.

Guess he deserved that. But that got Roman worrying more about you. You weren’t doing okay, and it was all because of him….

“And after all, he put me through, I still fucking love him,” You drunkenly blurted out. Making Damian furrow his eyebrows as you downed the shot. An idea popped into his mind.

“How about I get him off your mind?” Damian suggested.

“How?” You asked as Damian got up off the barstool, tilting his head to the side hinting at the dance floor. Holding his hand out to you. You bite your lip, a small smile forming on your lips.

“Okay, handsome,” You slurred out, getting up and taking his hand. Damian pulled you towards the dance floor…

Seth Rollins;

You tried to get transferred to NXT but no, Vince wanted you on Smackdown live.

It was hard to avoid someone you loved, hard to look at him, hard to be happy for him since he was now a father. You weren’t too happy when you found out the woman, he cheated on you with Becky was pregnant, it broke your heart.

So, when you did bump into Seth you cast your gaze down to the ground and walked off muttering an apology and walking off.

Seth felt bad. All the guilt of cheating you eating up inside of him. he tried to apologize to you he really did, but you ignored him. he knew he broke your heart. He loved Becky but deep down in his heart you always held a special place.

.✫*ﾟ･ﾟ｡.☆.*｡･ﾟ✫*.

The alcohol only numbed your heartache to a certain extent. Though you always ended up crying yourself to sleep. You wished that you didn’t fall in love with him, then you wouldn’t be so broken. Wondering what you did wrong.

You tried your best to avoid Seth, especially Becky. You were hoping you would get released to at least ease your pain, but that never happened. You could only wait till your contract ended. Then you could be free of him. Maybe you would wrestler in AEW or Impact anywhere that was free of Seth and Becky.

All you wanted was to be enough for him, and you weren’t. You thought he loved you, but he didn’t. You were sick of feeling heartbroken…

FEEDBACK IS APPRECIATED! IT WOULD MEAN A LOT TO ME IF YOU LEFT FEEDBACK! REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

[ynsimagines]

Law and order SVU Olivia Benson x Daughter!reader Apartment Ransack.

Based on the Episode Official Story in Season 13

@dalexandriag16​

TW: home invasion, injuries, being roughed up, talk about getting shot, mama bear Liv.

You were currently sitting at the kitchen table doing your homework while you waited for your mom to come home from work. Tonight she wasn’t on call so you were looking forward to having some quality time with her. You heard a knock at your door so you got up to look through the peephole before answering it. There were three men in suits standing on the other side of the door.

“Can I help?” you said opening the door slightly.

“We need to talk to you about your mother.”

You felt your heart stop thinking your mom been seriously injured on the job so you took the latch off and opened the door completely.

“Hey what are you-?”

The men barged in and managed to pretty much rammed you into the kitchen island before one of them grabbed your arm and pushed your face against the wall. You yelled out in pain at the force and felt the warm blood dripping down your nose as you heard the door close. 

“Sit her down,” ordered the last man pointing to the arm chair. You were pulled into the living room, you tried jerking your arm away but to no avail. The man threw you on the arm chair and pinned your arms behind your back. “Struggle all you want kid, it’s not gonna work,” he sneered behind her.

“Fuck you!” You hissed at him.

“Hey,” he said letting go of one of her arm and grabbing her chin. “What did you say to me?” 

“I said Fuck you, asshole.”

“You should show me some respect.”

“Respect is earned.” 

“Alright enough,” said one of the other men. “We don’t want to hurt her more than we already have.” You saw stuff being thrown from you and your moms bedroom. The guy then entered the living room and made the same mess he made everywhere else.

“Why are you trashing the apartment? What do you want?” You asked coldly.

 “Nothing,” the man shrugged. He kicked the coffee table over making it turn upside down. “Were just here to send your mother a message, we want to let her and the squad know exactly who they’re dealing with.”

“What do you mean?” 

The man smirked, “Dont worry about it Y/F/N.”

Your eyes widened, “How do you.”

“I know a lot of things you’d be surprised about,” he went through your pockets and pulled out your cell phone.

“Such a nice phone, did your mommy buy it for you?”

You didn’t say anything just continued glaring at him. 

“I’d hate to break this,” he said before throwing the phone across the room, “but I want your mother to be surprised when she gets home.”

“Jerk,” you said struggling more against the man that was holding you down.

“We’re done here said the other man.”

“Well Y/N, I hope for you and your mother’s sake we won’t have to pay you another visit. The next time wont be very pleasant. Understood.”

You nodded frantically.

“Have a goodnight Y/N and tell your mother I said hello.”

When the door closed you slowly got up and winced at the pain in your ribs. Cradling your wrist you made your way over to the bathroom and turned the lights on you grimaced when you saw the extent of damage. Your nose was swollen and bruised you also noticed dried blood that had gone the way down to your chin. 

Olivia Benson first walked into the apartment staring down at the mail in her hands. When she finally looked up her eyes widened in horror as she saw the mess of the apartment. The detective instinctively pulled out her gun, and quickly looked around the room when she saw blood on the wall her panic rose.

“Y/N!” 

“Mom!”

Olivia put her gun back in its holster, the detectives’ concern grew when she saw you walking toward her. You had a bruised nose, and were cradling your wrist. “Honey, what happened?” She asked hugging you while trying not to cause you any more pain.

“Men barged into the apartment.”

“What men? please tell me what happened babe. ” Liv said grasping your arms. You yelped in pain and stepped out of your mother’s reach. She glanced at your arms and saw two hand print shaped bruises, “oh my god.”

“My ribs are also killing me.”

“How bad is the pain on a scale from 1 to 10?” Olivia walked into the kitchen and filled up a couple ziploc bags with ice.

“I don’t know maybe a seven” you winced now starting to hunch over. 

“Alright lets get you to the doctor you can tell me what happened later,” your mom handed you the bags so you could place them on your injuries. She then helped you out of the apartment and into the car.

Your mom drove you to the hospital as fast as she could not worrying about the honking or raging from the other drivers. You managed to tell her most of what happened, you could tell she was furious not at you but at the men.  

“They’re going to regret ever going near you,” this caused you to shiver at how protective your mother sounded. It always gave you chills whenever she went all “mama bear.”

.

You were now sitting on the examination table while you waited on some pain killers. Your mom stood by holding your hand whenever needed. You had a couple of ribs that were badly bruised, a sprained wrist that had been placed in a splint and there was a metal clip on your broken nose. 

Cragen had been informed of what happened since Liv called and told him while you were getting X rays. Seeing you beat up made Olivia hate the men from Battle Tested even more. After getting your prescription and instructions from the doctor the two of you headed to the precinct. Fin had stopped by the apartment to grab you both overnight bags since CSU was already there. Although spending the night there wasn’t ideal you knew there was no arguing with your mom when it came to your safety.

As soon as you arrived you were met with looks of concern from the detectives who hadn’t yet left for the night. They were also angry about what happened especially Cragen and Fin.

“Honey, why don’t you head up to the cribs I’ll be there with some ice in a second.”

“You need help going up the stairs?” Asked Fin.

“I think I can manage,” you shrugged.

Your mom sat down in her chair putting her face in both of her hands. She was startled from her thoughts when she saw a small blue ice pack placed in front of her. 

“Stop beating yourself up Liv, you had no idea this was gonna happen.” 

“But it was because of my job...again.” Before Much could say anything else your mom stood up and went to bring you the ice pack and pain meds. She entered the cribs to see you on your laptop Fin retrieved from the apartment but it seemed like you weren’t really concentrating.

“Hey Sweetheart, how do you feel?”

“Sore, shaken up,” you said as your mom sat down on the bed next to you. She handed you your prescription which you took before you realized tears were running down your face. Noticing this your mom gently gathered you in her arms careful not to hurt you, and kissed the top of your head. 

“My poor sweet girl, I’m so sorry this happened,” she said as you finally cried for the first time since you’d been hurt. 

“I feel so stupid I thought you had gotten hurt, but I never should’ve let them in,” you sobbed.

“No no baby, this is not your fault,” she said continuing to hold you and rub your back. 

“When this case is over I’m putting my papers in.” 

“What? Why?” You asked shocked.

“I can’t keep letting you get hurt because of my job.”

“But you couldn’t have predicted this was gonna happen.” 

“We also weren’t able to predict you getting shot.”

“But mom, think of the victims they need you. I’ll be okay I promise,” you begged.

“I don’t like seeing you hurt because of my job, You getting shot scared me so much.”

“I know, but I’m here, I’m alive just like tonight's misfortune. I just would feel terrible if you gave up something you love for me,” you said starting to get emotional again.

“I don’t want you to worry about me okay its supposed to be the other way around babe. I won’t quit for now, but only because your telling me not too.

“And you wanna catch the bastards that did this?”

“That too,” she said kissing your forehead. “Let’s put some ice on your ribs, doctor said to do it every twenty minutes.

.

It was the week after the incident when you went back to school and your mom had already been back too work after taking a few days off to look after you only because you insisted you would be fine and she still stopped by throughout the day. You had also been back in your own apartment as well after staying at Finn’s. You were happy to have shared the guest room with your mom since you woke up a couple times with nightmares and your mom would hold you in her arms until you both fell back asleep. Nick and Fin were also helped your mom move everything back since you were too injured to do so.

Your mom now glared at the man who was sitting in the interrogation room, Marshall had just agreed to talk to their DA. Her and Nick were about to leave the room when Marshall spoke again. “And how is Y/N doing Detective Benson? I hope I didn’t leave any bruises on that pretty face of hers.”

Your mom turned around as her eyes widened in realization, “You?”

“Not just me, a few of my friends. He leaned forward a bit, “her struggling to get out of my friends grip was very amusing. Sorry about breaking her phone by the way.”

Your mom felt anger flow through her veins. She rushed towards the man, but Nick got there first and blocked her.

“Nick, get out of the way,” she said furiously.

“Olivia I can’t let you do that. I know you wanna get back at him for hurting Y/N, but that’s exactly what he wants.”

Your mom stopped and glared at her partner. She knew he was right but her need to protect you felt stronger. Nobody hurts her daughter and gets away with it. Nobody.

She managed to get out of Nick’s grasp, “I’m not gonna do anything I just want to talk to him.”

Nick agreed but still stood close by.

Your mom pressed her palms on the cool medal table as she leaned close to Marshall’s face. She then lowered her voice into a threatening tone that sent chills down both men’s spines. “If you or any of your friends lay a hand on my daughter again you will regret it. I will send you to the morgue in a body bag, I don’t care if I go to jail, but nobody hurts my daughter and gets away with it, understand?” 

Marshall stared at the detective in silence. The expression on her face gave no room to think she was kidding around.  “Yes.”

“You’ve been warned,” she walked away and headed to the door. “Call Haden,” she said looking at her partner.

She walked down the hallway to the squad room ignoring the looks everyone was giving her. 

“Liv what are you doing?” Asked Fin.

“Need to call my daughter.”

“Go pick her up,” Cragen said standing next to her. Take the rest of the day and tomorrow off. That’s an order.”

Your mom glanced at him and nodded. She grabbed her coat and said goodbye to her coworkers before heading to your school to pick you up for some mother/daughter time.

[f1nalboys]

May I ask for a Ghostface!Randy? I've been thinking how interesting it would be if after what happened to Randy in the second movie he actually was only injured really badly and because of all the trauma and stuff that has happened he snaps and becomes Ghostface himself. Then after a bunch of his killings he reveals himself to reader and is totally unhinged? It's okay if you don't want to do it. ;w;

anon im in love with you thank you for this omggggggggg <3 i kind of went a little bit of a different direction? so i hope thats ok :0

Randy Meeks x GN!AFAB!Reader

WORD COUNT: 1389

WARNINGS: murder mention, pregnancy, reader gets pregnant, unhealthy relationships, toxic relationships, blood mention, dark!randy, brief sex description/mention, ptsd and paranoia mention, not proofread

Seeing Randy laid up in the hospital, stab wounds covering his torso and a ventilator down his throat was almost too much to bear. When he woke up, he was nearly inconsolable, talking about how he shouldn’t have survived, that it’s not how it works in the movies. It worried you but fuck, he just went through something so traumatic you were willing to give him a little bit of leeway.

For the next few months you were by his side, taking him to and from physical therapy appointments, doctor visits, helping him redo his bandages, anything and everything he needs. It was hard; he was angry. So angry about everything, he snapped at you constantly but the regret he felt immediately was enough to make you grit your teeth and push through it.

It got easier, eventually. You never did get back the Randy he had been before. He was more cynical, more angry. He kept to himself more often than not and he was paranoid. Randy checked the news almost every hour and you knew it was because he wanted to make sure there wasn’t another Ghostface popping up.

Things got better. He was still nervous and angry, but he was working on it. He even went out at night by himself to get some socialization in. You were so fucking proud of him for trying to go back to how things were before. His panic attacks lessened, though they didn’t go away all together. There were still some days where you had to hold him in your arms and take off from work to soothe him, but that didn’t matter. What mattered was that he was safe.

And then Sidney Prescott was murdered.

You were in the living room while he was gone at the grocery store when an old friend of yours that had gone to Windsor with you and Randy called you and broke the news. She had been found in her apartment, no sign of a struggle, her throat slit. You didn’t know what to do or how to tell Randy what happened. The thought of him regressing and going back to how he was just a few months ago, locking himself in his bedroom and ignoring any phone calls, barely eating, was enough to make you feel sick.

For an hour you paced around the apartment, trying to think of how to tell him what happened, when he finally came home. He was smiling, a shopping bag in his hand for you, but his face dropped the second he saw you. “Baby? What’s wrong?”

“Sidney… she…” You didn’t need to finish your sentence. He knew. He swallowed hard, nodding his head, and placed the bag on the coffee table. Randy wrapped his arms around you and squeezed like he was worried you would disappear. “I’m so sorry, Randy.” When you were laying in bed together, his head in the crook of your neck, he asked you.

“Will you marry me?” You turned and looked at him, shocked. Despite being together for a few years, you hadn’t discussed marriage besides a few passing comments. “I mean it. Finding out Sid… it made me realize that life is so fucking short. After I got stabbed and I was healing, you were there for me even when you should’ve left. I was an asshole, constantly taking out my anger on you. I should’ve asked you to marry me the second I woke up in the hospital. I love you and I never, ever, want you to be away from me again.” You said yes. That night he fucked you slowly, taking his time, touching and kissing every inch of you. He made you cum over and over again until it was nearly too much and then he came in you, falling asleep still inside you.

The next two weeks you doted on Randy, not because he asked you to but because you wanted to. Calling Randy your fiancé lifted your spirits and it was almost enough to forget about what had happened to Sidney, but it was always in the back of your mind when Randy would leave the house.

Over the course of the year, three more people died, all of them you and Randy knew. He was taking it well, much to your surprise, but you still walked on eggshells just in case. The wedding was beautiful, a small ceremony with friends and family, and getting pregnant came soon after. Six months pass, the baby growing everyday, and you begin to notice something about Randy.

He was protective, always had been, but after you found out you were pregnant, he became more so to an almost suffocating amount. You couldn’t leave the house without letting him know where you were going and calling in to let him know you were safe. He snapped at you, always on edge, but would apologize right away. You knew it wasn’t healthy anymore, but you couldn’t leave him. You just needed to give him some time to get used to the baby, that’s all.

You were almost nine months pregnant when you walked in on him covered in blood. He was in your bedroom, digging through the dresser, when you walked in. “Randy? Holy shit, are you okay?” The fear of him being hurt flashes through you until you see his smile.

He doesn’t look like Randy. His eyes are wide, his grin stretching across his face that’s splattered with blood. “Hey Y/N.” His voice is level, calm, and another wave of fear goes through you, but not for him. It’s because of him. “You gonna stand there or come and give me a kiss?” You feel frozen to the spot. Your heartbeat is loud and you wonder if he can hear it as you take a tentative step forwards.

“H-hey, Randy.” Your voice catches in your throat as you get closer to him, the coppery smell of blood burning your nostrils. His eyebrows narrow at that, sensing your apprehension, but he allows you to hug him. You have to bite back the gag at the feeling of the warm sticky blood soaking into your clothes.

He kisses your neck, nipping at your throat, his hands pressed against your hips. His grip doesn’t loosen when he moves back, his eyes searching your own. “You look beautiful, baby. Just a few more weeks and we’ll have our little girl.” You nod, forcing a smile. You felt sick and you wanted to run away from him, run as far as you fucking could. “What’s wrong, sweetie?”

“Why’re you covered in blood?” His eyes narrow and his tsks.

“It’s nothing, don’t worry about it. Let’s go take a shower, okay?”

He lets go of you and goes to grab your hand but you pull away from him. His jaw clenches. “Randy, tell me what’s going on. Now.”

Randy stares at you before he smiles. “I think you know already.” He was right. The second you walked in on him you connected the dots; his late night walks, the ‘coincidences’ of those murderers being the same time he was away, the smell of bleach you walked in on after. You always knew in the back of your mind that something was off with Randy since the day Sidney died. He was different since then, but you didn’t want to believe it, couldn’t imagine your Randy, the geeky movie enthusiast you had fallen in love with, doing something like that.

But here he was in front of you, soaked in someone elses blood, a sick fucking grin, and here you were, standing in front of him, pregnant with his child. “You have two options here, babe. Stay with me or leave. But I think you know what that’ll entail, don’t you?” You nod your head and he sighs, reaching out and placing his hand on your cheek. Despite everything, you lean into his touch, tears falling down your face. “I don’t want you to leave because I don’t want to hurt you. Stay. I promise I’m done.”

It was a lie, that much you knew, but all you can do is nod and kiss him back. Sometimes, accepting a lie and pushing the truth down as far as it could go was the easiest option. Things were always easier with Randy.