#scott barringer drabble

[hanasnx]

MINORS DNI 18+

SCOTT BARRINGER loves to finger. He knows he’s a big guy, it’s practically the first thing girls point out about him when they’re trying to flirt. Mention his height, his shoulder width, how strong he must be— strong enough to carry them. Ask him for his jackets, point out how oversized his hoodies are on them, how they swim in ‘em. Compare hand sizes— oh, compare hand sizes. That was always the dead giveaway. Every time a pretty girl has placed her hand on his palm, proving just how much larger he is, how his fingers stretch over hers… he immediately thinks about how fucking big they’ll look stuffed inside her cunt. You are no exception. Your hand against his and he curls his digits around the tips of yours, just to show you he’s got more than a knuckle’s length on you. He can see it in your eyes, the moment of realization: you’re thinking about what they’d feel like inside you. He’s thinking about it too.

Thinking about how they’d bully your guts. Only two fingers and you’re freaking out like a little prude. They’re too long, too long to bottom out. Barely gets past the second knuckle on his middle finger when he shoves them in as far as they can go. You clench around him when he talks shit about how short your cunt is. “Can’t take these, just how are you gonna take my cock?” Big fucking words for a big fucking guy. And he says ‘em with pride. He kinda likes that it’s gonna hurt. A dick like his, he knows is one of a kind, and you can’t even keep it together for some fucking fingers.

He likes seeing your back arch when he curls them, likes seeing your fluids drip down his wrist. He likes shoving them in more and more until you can’t take it, and he likes messing with your little clit with his thumb. He fucking loves fingering you.

[st4rfckerz]

what if like scott was ur bf and sam was like ur stepbro and they both fight for your attention😩omg

ive just been thinking lately of two different haydens characters being into you at the same time and its driving me crazyyy

that would be so hot but having to choose between them would be SO HARD

they're both equally as jealous when it comes to you so they'll do anything they can to get your attention. you begin sneaking around with sam, but scott eventually finds out so they'd probably both end up fucking you :)

[skyguys-princess]

Baby boy’s so adorable!

𝜗𝜚 .River's Edge

PAIRING: Scott Barringer x F!reader SYNOPSIS: Tension is heavy between you and Scott and the others thought of a bonding exercise to help you make up. WARNINGS: first post!, established relationship, jealous Scott, slight angst?

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You simply could not understand why Scott was so mad. Raking your mind of the past few days, you were almost positive you hadn't done a thing.

It didn't take long for the others to catch on to Scott's behavior, especially towards you and anybody who tried to talk to you. So the group decided to orchestrate the perfect little getaway for the two of you.

It was a difficult task to find a way for the staff to fall blind to two students disappearing for a few hours, but the plan was almost perfect.

The next morning, the plan was put into action. The Saturday sun beamed down on you as you hiked the trail through the woods, Juliette just ahead of you, leading you to a spot she was telling you about at breakfast.

You were suspicious of her as you follow, there was no chance Juliette had a spot in the woods that she found.

The sounds of calmly flowing water got louder as you walked, the nearing river drowning out Juliette's ranting.

"Where exactly are you taking me?" Out of the years you had been at Mount Horizon you weren't very close to the girl in front of you, so the confusion hadn't left you since you both split from the cabin that morning.

"You're so impatient," Juliette rolled her eyes, "We're practically there." You didn't get the chance to respond as you freeze at the sight in front of you.

Scott and Auggie stood on the river's edge, and the confusion grows further through your chest as Auggie shoves Scott further towards the canoe resting on shore.

"Juliette, what exactly is going on?" Your voice was low, but the sound of your footsteps must of alerted the boys a couple ways down the small hill as they both snap their heads in your direction.

"Just give it a chance," The girl drags you towards the pair on the shore, "Please."

You roll your eyes, letting her lead you towards the last person you wanted to see right now.

"Nice of you to finally join us," Auggie smirked, watching the way your eyes narrowed at the three people around you.

"Can somebody just tell me what's going on?" Your chest tightened as you noticed Scott's annoyed glare on you and Auggie.

"Well," Juliette grins next to you, her shoulders straightening, "The group thought it would be good to let the two of you have some time together."

Scott scoffs, "We spend time together."

Auggie shakes his head, bringing his hand up to the boy's shoulder, "Well, now you get to spend more together. Now get in the damn canoe."

Juliette was quick to also push you in the same direction.

Soon you found yourself in the middle of the calm river across from your boyfriend, void of any paddles to be able to get yourself back to shore. Auggie said it was to make sure we actually spent the time together, or whatever.

It was silent for a while, you were stuck in your thoughts. Why hadn't Scott been talking to you lately? It did actually feel like forever since you hung out. Maybe you did something wrong? Did you overstep on any boundaries?

"What are you thinking about so hard?" Scott's voice startled you, your eyes jumping up to meet his as he sat across from you in the narrow canoe.

"Did I do something to upset you?" Your voice was quiet, and you felt small under his stormy blue eyes.

It looked as if he was struggling to form the right words as the corner of his lips tugged down.

"Do you like Auggie?" The question took you completely off guard as your eyes widen in surprise, a confused laugh ghosting over your lips.

"Auggie? God no, he's so in love with Juliette, it's honestly comical at this point!" Despite your attempt at lightening the mood, Scott still seemed ticked off.

"Really? He seemed to be real into you the other day at the bonfire," He turned his gaze away from you, refusing to meet your eyes again.

"Scott," you try to meet his eyes, sighing as he doesn't make any movement, "I was helping him with ideas for asking Juliette out."

You watched as his hands tightened into a small fist, "You were practically on top of him!"

You scoffed, crossing your arms, "Juliette was a couple feet away from us, he didn't want her to hear us!"

He didn't say anything, just flexing his hand in annoyance, still refusing to look at you. "Scott."

It all made so much sense now, Scott was jealous.

His blue eyes slowly turn towards yours again, a frustrated glare making them appear darker than usual.

"I love you. You are the only person I want to be able to know me the way you do. The only person I want to see me how you do."

That was the first time either of you had said those words to the other.

In the flash of an eye Scott closes the distance between you, catching your lips in a love filled kiss.

"I love you." He grinned into the kiss, and you would never complain about his switch up in moods in this moment.

You push him away gently, smiling sweetly as you stare into him, feeling the relief flowing through his veins.

You lean back but the sudden movements rock the canoe and in the blink of an eye you find yourself submerged into chilled water.

Hands find your waist, and as you open your eyes, the dark water is brightened by beams of light around you. The blue eyes in front of you are like a saving grace as they peer into yours.

Breathing feels like a distant thought as his eyes search your own, and with a wide, closed-lipped smile you tug his face towards you, this time it's you bringing him in for a kiss.

He responds immediately, wrapping his arms further around your waist, the cold water long forgotten as your lips move in sync.

Letting this moment sink in for as long as possible, the internal fight for air wins as you drag your bodies up, breaking the surface and separating for breaths.

The two of you swim to shore, tugging the canoe in tow.

Logically, you knew you probably didn't have a lot of time left, knowing the group can keep the staff distracted from your disappearance for only so long.

But you ignored that, instead choosing to sit in comfortable silence with your head on Scott's shoulder as you sat on some rocks on the river's edge.

With the affection from your boyfriend back, you both complied ideas to pitch to Auggie about how to win over Juliette.

[anakinstwinklebunny]

- sam monroe is the type to keep his relationship on the low, but he has his girlfriends claw clip on the strap of his backpack 🤭

- scott barringer putting a photo of him lying on his girlfriends chest as his social media profile pic!! (like, neither of their faces are visible—you can only see her pretty necklaces dipping down into her shirt, but most of it is covered by scotts blond head of hair!!)

- scott with pierced ears.. oh my goddhh 😍

[not rqs unless you wanna add on to them <3]

- 🪻

Author's note: guys what the heck I have never wrote for Scott what is wrong with me

Some quick drabbles for my 🪻anon, hope you enjoy :))

SAM MONROE wasn’t one to flaunt his relationship. He liked keeping things on the low, flying under the radar. But anyone who knew him well enough might have noticed the little things—like the claw clip attached to the strap of his backpack.

It wasn’t his, obviously. The pale pink, slightly scuffed clip belonged to you, a casual relic of their time together. You'd forgotten it after staying at his home one day, and instead of giving it back right away, he’d hooked it onto his bag absentmindedly. Now, it just… stayed there.

But people had eyes, and those eyes followed the weird object on the emo boy's backpack, which only caused more teasing fall towards him

“Nice accessory, Monroe,” his friend Jake teased, raising an eyebrow. “Didn’t know you were so into hair fashion.”

Sam shot him a glare “Shut up. It’s just a clip. Keeps my bag from looking boring.”

SCOTT BARRINGER wasn’t the type to broadcast his private life. Not really. But tonight, as he lay on his girlfriend's chest, his head resting comfortably where your heartbeat thudded softly beneath him, he couldn't resist.

The moment felt way too good, way too peaceful not to capture. Your necklaces—delicate chains that always caught the light—gently dipped into your shirt, giving a subtle shimmer against your skin. But most of it was hidden by his own messy blond hair as he nuzzled into you, eyes closed, content, inhaling the sweet scent of your body Without a second thought, he reached for his phone, snapped the photo, and uploaded it. No need for a caption—anyone who saw would know. It wasn’t about showing off. It was about holding onto this quiet, intimate moment in a way only he and you would understand.

SCOTT BARRINGER with pierced ears was something you didn’t expect to hit that hard—but oh, it did.

It was subtle at first. A small glint of silver when he turned his head, catching the light in the middle of a conversation. But once you noticed, you couldn’t stop staring. The earrings, simple yet undeniably hot, framed his sharp jawline in a way that made him look even more rebellious—like he was daring the world to take a second look.

He'd catch you staring, of course, and that signature smirk would spread across his face. "What?" he'd ask, feigning innocence, but the gleam in his eye gave him away. He knew exactly what he was doing.

And honestly? You weren’t complaining. Not one bit. Because at the end of the day, when you two are alone, you'd take care to have a real, longer glance at his piercing..

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[erosmutt]

ok like i dont expect you to write this or anything its more just food for thought- which hayden characters, including hayden, would be a boobs guy, a butt guy, or thigh guy or something else lmaooo

ugh i luh yew for this. disclaimer, most of them are ass men <3

☆ HAYDEN : ass

I'll be real... I don't know. All his exes are flat skinny girls... KIDDING! Hayden is an ass man! He's not one to objectify, but he can appreciate a nice ass when he sees one. He's the type to give your ass a swat in passing, just because. Or because he likes to see it jiggle. Either way, he likes to touch it. Fills his hand nicely.

☆ SAM : boobs

Sam... just objectifies girls. All the time. He's a horny teenage boy, and nothing gets him off quicker than a nice rack on a girl. His favorite pastime is watching the volleyball girls play, and all he can imagine is grabbing at their tits, or burying his face into them.

☆ SCOTT : boobs

Scott'll stare at your tits shamelessly. Especially since Horizon's activities call for so much hard labor, you're constantly moving and working up a sweat. You mostly wear camisoles and tanktops, so he has an amazing view of your cleavage. Plus you sweating usually equals a see through top, which is an amazing perk.

☆ ANAKIN : boobs

Anakin hates that he can't see your body well in your Jedi attire, but he can see your breasts a bit because of the fabric straining against them. He gets distracted during training watching your tits bounce while you swing your saber about.

☆ JAMES : ass

ass man. ASS. MAN. James' favorite position is doggystyle because he gets to watch your ass ripple and jiggle when his hips smack into it. he'll do double takes when he's walking down the street after seeing a girl with a fat ass. bonus points if you're chubby - fatter ass and a whole lotta whole lotta for him to grab onto!

☆ CLAY : thighs

Clay loves your thighs because they make such a comfortable resting spot. After a hectic day at the office, all he wanted was to bury his head in your plush thighs to relax. The way you'd play in his hair while he rested was also even better.

☆ BILLY : hips

No matter what, Billy always has his hands on your hips. he loves to stand behind you, loves to feel you up. whenever you try and step away, he grabs you by your hips and pulls you back into him. he likes the sense of power it gives him.

☆ LORENZO : boobs + waist

Your body was what initially drew Lorenzo in, but your resourcefulness was a plus, so he said. Totally not your cleavage and waist. He helped you get dressed one morning (he was squatting at your place hiding from Gerbino, go figure) and he refused to get his hands off your waist. Just constantly roaming from your tits to your waist, back and forth. He kept saying it was to adjust your undergarments which you knew was NOT true but... it felt good, so you didn't make a move to stop him.

☆ LUKE : ass

For the same reasons as James and Billy. He loves to worship your body, loves to touch on you, just to be near you. He loves you, but the thing that really made him fall in love was your ass in the jeans you wore on your first date together.

☆ KURT : ass

He just loves your ass. Just does. He loves eating it too. He'll absolutely fiend for you, antsy for you to come home so he can worship your ass. Spank it, grip it, fuck it... any and everything. If it can be done, he'll do it to your ass.

☆ DON : thighs

Don likes to rest. He's content with just sitting. Napping, reading a book, just nothing too strenuous. One day you came and sat on his thigh after washing the dishes, and the way your thighs squished and spread had him curious. Despite being married for a few years, you two had only been intimate a handful of times, which meant he hadn't paid your body much attention. So he began to invite you to sit on his lap, and one hand would idly caress your thighs while the other would jot down notes as he prepped for his next sermon.

☆ VADER : hips

He feels like he has control over you when he holds you by your hips. Plus his hands are so large, it's hard for you to get out of his grasp... generally.

☆ AJ : ass

AJ can appreciate any woman's body, but it's something about a girl's ass that always gets him. He's always at fancy gatherings courtesy of his job, so there are always women wearing fancy dresses - most that accentuate their figures. Also, strip clubs. Can't forget those. His favorite thing about the clubs is the dancers bending over right in his face. All he wants to do is give their asses a good, firm smack. He wished they had a bit more, though. Why do they always hire skinny, flat girls to be dancers?

☆ LEO : hips

You two went to dinner after getting engaged, and the dress you wore had him in a frenzy. It wasn't a skimpy dress or anything either, it just accentuated your natural curves. While he was guiding you around, his hand was on your hips at all times. He'd occasionally give a slight squeeze, not to tease you, just because he needed to have a feel of you constantly.

☆ STEPHEN : thighs + boobs

Stevie likes anything about a woman that's maternal. Or, what he considers maternal. Big breasts, thick thighs... those are all things he associates with a mature woman. So naturally, he wants a woman with those physical attributes!

[rafesslxt]

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 🎃🍂✨

my first kinktober ever! yay! here‘s my list of the story‘s I‘ll post. Come check the list every day for a new story 🎞️

will include: oneshots, drabbles, thoughts, headcanons and moodboards

characters: slytherin boys, anakin skywalker, sam monroe, scott barringer, Stephen Glass, rafe cameron

nsfw | multiple fandoms | masterlist

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⊹₊ ⋆ october 1st ꜜ

sexting / phone sex - Slytherin Boys Headcanon

⊹₊ ⋆ october 2nd ꜜ

lingerie / leather & latex - Sam Monroe

⊹₊ ⋆ october 3d ꜜ

nipple play

⊹₊ ⋆ october 4th ꜜ

threesome / group sex - Slytherin Boys

⊹₊ ⋆ october 5th ꜜ

sex pollen - Anakin Skywalker

⊹₊ ⋆ october 6nd ꜜ

face sitting & fucking / 69 - Mattheo Riddle

⊹₊ ⋆ october 7th ꜜ

praise kink - Sam Monroe

⊹₊ ⋆ october 8th ꜜ

cockwarming - Lorenzo Berkshire

⊹₊ ⋆ october 9th ꜜ

breeding / spanking -

⊹₊ ⋆ october 10th ꜜ

handcuffs / tied up -

⊹₊ ⋆ october 11th ꜜ

begging / voice kink

⊹₊ ⋆ october 12h ꜜ

car sex / public sex - Rafe Cameron

⊹₊ ⋆ october 13th ꜜ

dry humping - Anakin Skywalker

⊹₊ ⋆ october 14th ꜜ

erotic photos / sextape - Mattheo Riddle

⊹₊ ⋆ october 15th ꜜ

daddy kink -

⊹₊ ⋆ october 16th ꜜ

outdoor sex / getting caught - Scott Barringer

⊹₊ ⋆ october 17th ꜜ

masturbation / sex toys - Mattheo Riddle

⊹₊ ⋆ october 18th ꜜ

drunk sex / mirror sex - Rafe Cameron

⊹₊ ⋆ october 19th ꜜ

overstimulation / orgasm denial - Sam Monroe

⊹₊ ⋆ october 20th ꜜ

morning sex - Theodore Nott

⊹₊ ⋆ october 21th ꜜ

table sex / teacher - Mattheo Riddle

⊹₊ ⋆ october 22th ꜜ

Love bites/marks - Theodore Nott

⊹₊ ⋆ october 23th ꜜ

Food play -

⊹₊ ⋆ october 24th ꜜ

sub and dom switching - Mattheo Riddle

⊹₊ ⋆ october 25th ꜜ

cheating / affair - Rafe Cameron

⊹₊ ⋆ october 26th ꜜ

best friends with benefits - Lorenzo Berkshire

⊹₊ ⋆ october 27th ꜜ

belly bulge

⊹₊ ⋆ october 28th ꜜ

blindfolded -

⊹₊ ⋆ october 29th ꜜ

29. workplace sex - Stephen Glass

⊹₊ ⋆ october 30th ꜜ

30. hair pulling -

⊹₊ ⋆ october 31th ꜜ

31. mask kink / ghostface / costumes

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i‘ll tag every post on here so take a look each day ;) i also haven‘t decided on which character i‘ll write about for what kink, will decide spontaneous if theres no name behind it already.

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like mentioned at the beginning, this won‘t just be storys but also drabbles and stuff like that bc i won‘t be able to write that much for every day to post a story per day <3 this will be my little come back i guess hehe

xoxo sarah <3

[oopsyoufoundme]

Get to know me! ౨ৎ

i don't use tumblr to post at all, but i thought id start a small account just posting Hayden pics and reblogging fics etc!! (maybe some drabbles eventually 🤭)

my fave Hayden role is Scott Barringer and i swear we need more Scott fics because i never see enough (and plus, he's such a cutie)

my fave Hayden film in general is either AOTC or vanishing on 7th street (again, i film i don't see people talk about which honestly baffles me because i think its amazing!)

i have a fan account on TikTok- if anyone can find it ill be incredibly impressed lolol

my dad actually met Hayden in his 2003/4 ROTS era so I'm super jealous 😔

I've watched every single film of Hayden's except American Heist and trapped in a purple haze because they aren't available on illegal sites 😔 (don't come for me pls i cant watch them on anything else)

side note- i have loads of fic recommendations and AU Anakin ideas so ask and ill share some! x (i also have like every single Hayden/Anakin role and AU bot on c.ai- again if you want one just ask x)

random stuff- i listen to like every single genre of music and its hard to find something i don't like! my current fave artists are Sade, Madison beer (who i saw in concert recently yay!) and TV girl (but i love metal and rock and literally everything). My all time fave film is The Virgin Suicides- don't even get me started on it because i will talk forever and ever about it (not to mention Hayden is in it!!).

anyway, that's all for now! if you read this all, i love you mwah ⋆୨♡୧⋆

[mrschristensen]

Scott Barringer Masterlist

REQUESTS: OPEN -> click here for rules

💋 = smut, 🫶🏻 = fluff, 🥀 = angst

FICS

--- coming soon!

ONE - SHOTS

--- Twins (ft. Sam Monroe) 💋

--- Conflicted (ft. Sam Monroe; requested!) 💋

DRABBLES

--- coming soon!

OTHER

--- Gangbang (ft. Sam Monroe + James Kelly; Kinktober '24) 💋

--- Marking (Kinktober '24) 💋

[hanasnx]

uhh if this is open for more scott thirsts..? but you have big nerd like glasses and he’s always calling you four eyes and shit but he eventually gets what he wants and you’re on your knees sucking him off and as much as he wants to cum all down your throat he has a different idea, he pulls out and cums all over your face but mainly your glasses, that shit eating grin as he admires his handiwork..

MINORS DNI 18+

There's something about making fun of a girl with a lot to prove. SCOTT BARRINGER plays the game well. He sees a chick with fat glasses on the bridge of her nose, and a high-and-mighty attitude, and he knows she's due for a chance to show what she's made of. He did it all the time back at home. Nerd girls always put out, always eager when a guy like him shows some interest. It's a formula, make her feel bad about everything that society deems unattractive, and then she'll fall all over herself when he finally admits she isn't all bad.

You would loudly correct him in classes, demonstrate your superiority or ability to follow rules better than him. Hell, you were basically a TA, it was fucking annoying. Acting like being a little teacher's pet was better than sex. It's no big deal, he'll teach you later.

"Four-eyes." he addresses you on the courtyard, and you know who's talking to you. You turn, clutching your books to your chest and adjusting your glasses further up your nose by pinching the corner of them.

"Barringer." you reply curtly. "Are you going to ask me for the notes again? 'Cause you should've been there taking them yourself."

"Ooh," He sucks breath through his teeth with a brief frown. "That stings."

"Sarcasm. How refined." you note as he approaches you, lumbering over to you in all his layers that make his wide shoulders look broader.

"You don't look bad today." he muses, rounding you slowly as he scans your figure. "Almost distracts from that thing on your face." Lazily, he gestures to the glasses.

"Can you be any less original? It helps me see." You try to ignore the burning in your cheeks at being so scrutinized. Sure, you've had conversations with Scott, but he's never paid you even a backhanded compliment before. You don't like how it makes you feel.

"Yeah, well. I'm gonna swing by the janitor's shed later. Maybe you'll surprise me you're not such a prude and be there."

"Oh— oh, fuck—" Broken noises of pleasure utter from his lips in between chewing them with his rows of perfect teeth. You could hate how pretty he is, brows twisted in near anguish over sensitive tissue stimulated by a wet tongue and warm throat. The glasses you wear have slid down to the tip of your nose from the effort of bobbing your head. Frustratingly, Scott Barringer is hung, and your neck cramps from sucking it off. "You really are a freak, Four-eyes." He enunciates the word, and a wicked smile creeps onto his handsome features, watching you take every inch.

You glare up at him, and you retract intent to tell him off for calling you that right now, but his big hands at the back of your neck keep you from escaping, shoving you back down with a wet sputter. "The guys were right." he exhales. "Dorky girls like you are so easy." You brace on his thighs, and you're mad at yourself for being as slick as you are. An ache between your legs you wish the star football player would handle for you. As if you want to please him, make sure he can't forget you, you try harder, swirling your tongue around him. A low groan vibrates from his throat as he tips his head back, lazily bucking his hips into your face. "You want a mouth-full of cum or something?"

You make a noise, and he snickers. He rolls his neck so he can see you again, and a hand cups the underside of your chin, curling his body around you.

"Nah, I know what you want. Fuck, I'm gonna cum." With that, he pulls out, yanking you off so he can grab his base, giving himself a few furious pumps as his dick twitches in his hand. Thick spurts of finish spout from his tip, landing on your unsuspecting face. The panes of your glasses are coated in cum, unable to be seen through, and drops slide down your forehead from his clumsy aim.

You shove at him, which only exacerbates his cruel laughter. "You're such a jerk, Scott!" Your fingers pinch carefully at your glasses to extract them from your face without touching your hair. To inspect them, you turn them towards you, squinting at them as you assess what could safely remove cum from their delicate nooks and screws.

All the comfort you receive in return is, "Oh, c'mon, it's not that bad. Quit bitching." Which earns him a sharp hit on his chest.

[bimbo-baggins17]

Requests: Open

Blurbs/drabbles/thirsts/small asks: Open

Rules for Requesting!

What I WILL write for: stepcest, fauxcest, incest, corruption kink, infidelity tropes, anal, piss kink, ddig/caregiver, dub con, noncon, age-gap, voyeurism, pegging, squirting, period sex, bondage, impact play, mutual masturbation, insecurities, self harm, foot play, feederism, 3somes/orgies, cross-dressing, dilf, milf, food play, drug use, hunter/prey, mask kinks, a/b/o, boot worship. MLM, WLW, M/F/F, M/M/F, FtM, gender neutral

What I WON'T write for: scat play, eating disorders, vomit, beastiality, pedophilia, famous reader (trope isn’t a favorite)

Who I'm currently writing for: Darth Vader, Anakin Skywalker, AJ, James Kelly, Sam Monroe, Scott Barringer, Leo Campo, Stephen Glass, Clay Beresford, Lorenzo Di Lamberti, Kurt Matheson, Hayden Christensen, Leon Kennedy, Eric Draven, Bucky Barnes, Steve Harrington, Cal Kestis, and Padmé Amidala

• Please specify reader’s gender/if trans so I can write it as you prefer!:)

Creator of the COD Ghost/Anakin au

•I have the right to refuse any request that makes me uncomfortable or if I believe I will not do it justice or if it just doesn't spark my interest!!! There’s a high chance I’ll delete asks if they’re sent in when my requests are closed.

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[wizardofahz]

Finding Okay

A/N: This Criminal Minds / Higher Ground crossover was prompted by anonymous. 

Content warnings: child trafficking mention

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“If you’re going to be angry at anyone, it should be me,” JJ says. She waits for Jack to look at her before she approaches. When he makes no signs of objection, she sits beside him.

Jack scoffs. “I’m angry at everyone. Haven’t you heard? Anger management problems. That’s why Dad is sending me away.” 

"But I’m the one that suggested Mount Horizon to your dad.” 

Jack’s surprise is quickly overtaken by a scowl.

“You’re going to hate it at first,” JJ tells him before he can yell at her. “They like talking about feelings a lot. It’s going to sound stupid. They’re going to tell you they can understand. Everyone there is more than a little messed up, but everyone’s messed up differently, you know? So really, who’s going to understand? But one day, you’ll realize you don’t hate it, or at least, you don’t hate everyone. It’ll sneak up on you. You’ll find that one person, maybe two, that seem tolerable, and then it won’t be so bad.”

Jack is as skeptical and dismissive as she expects him to be. “What do you know about it?”

JJ looks into the distance. “More than I’d like to admit.”

...

Jack gets assigned to the Cliffhangers. 

The leader of the Cliffhangers is herself a former Cliffhanger. Her name is Kat Cabot. She has a very calm energy and encourages him to be open about his feelings. JJ is right. Jack hates it.

The headmaster of Mount Horizon is also a former Cliffhanger: Scott Barringer. After playing football professionally, he now uses his connections to fundraise for scholarships and to keep Mount Horizon afloat. He helps Kat out with the Cliffhangers sometimes. Maybe it’s the nostalgia.

Jack’s fellow Cliffhangers are a diverse group. Their personalities range from quiet to bombastic, all of them facades hiding anxieties, depression, pain, and trauma. Jack brings anger to the table.

They speak of another former Cliffhanger. A legend. Shelby Merrick. 

Word is that Shelby was the hardest nut to crack. She was a loner. She was angry. She was a fortress with solid walls ten feet thick. No one could get in.

Until someone did.

And if they could get to Shelby Merrick, they could get to you.

... 

"You’re not supposed to be out here.”

Jack looks up from where he’s seated at the base of a bear statue to see Tuan, a fellow Cliffhanger, and the night sky behind him. “Well then, neither are you.”

“Touche.” Tuan raises a bottle in his direction. “Want some? Great for forgetting.”

Tuan is known as the school "pharmacist.” He doesn’t need more than some cleaning supplies or some local mushrooms to whip up someone’s drug of choice. Tuan is loud, popular, but he mostly leaves Jack alone. Jack respects him for that.

“I don’t want to forget,” Jack says, surly, hoping Tuan will take the hint and go away.

But he doesn’t. Instead Tuan tilts his head and focuses on Jack even more intently. “Interesting. What’s that like?”

“What?”

“Oh, come on. You must know my dirty little secret. Open secret, more like. I was rescued from a child trafficking ring before getting sent here, so I have never had anything worth remembering. Forgetting is what I’m all about.” Tuan raises the bottle in Jack’s direction again before taking a swig. 

“I’m sorry,” Jack says. “That sucks.” He may be angry at the world, but he isn’t devoid of compassion.

“Sorry is a useless word,” Tuan responds. “If you were to tell me your story, and I responded with, ‘I’m sorry’, what would that do for you?”

“Good point.” Jack hasn’t told many people the reason behind his anger, but he can imagine getting that answer and how hollow it would sound.

“So are you going to tell me?” Tuan asks. “Let’s make it a challenge, see if I can come up with anything better than ‘I’m sorry.’”

Part of Jack wants Tuan to piss off, but the rest of him is curious. What is the response he’d like to hear, the one that would make him actually feel better?

Jack nods, and Tuan sits beside him. Jack’s grateful for that. It’ll be easier to talk without having to look him in the eye.

“My mom was murdered when I was four,” he begins.

Tuan whistles. “Damn.”

“My dad is an FBI agent, the unit chief of the Behavioral Analysis Unit. Basically it means he hunts the worst serial killers in the country. One of them decided to get back at him, and he came after our family. I was too young to realize what was happening. I thought we were playing hide-and-seek. I hid while my mom was being murdered.”

Tuan doesn’t respond as if sensing there’s more. It makes things easier for Jack. He’s on a roll.

“I’m angry because I can barely remember my mom. My dad and my aunt talk about her sometimes, but it’s not the same. I don’t want to forget what little I have left of her because that’s the only little bit of her that feels real. I’m angry because kids are stupid,” he says even though he and Tuan are also kids. “Did you ever go to a regular school?”

Tuan shakes his head.

“Trauma is enlightening. It teaches you what pain really is, what really matters in this world. Kids are stupid,” Jack says again. “They used to make fun of me for not having a mom and then cry about their hamster dying. They’d make fun of me because none of them could understand my anger and then cry because their crush doesn’t like them back. They laugh at pain because they have no idea what it really is and then act superior because of it.”

“They sound like idiots,” Tuan finally responds. “That would piss me off too.”

“Yeah.”

They sit in silence for a while. 

Jack’s heart feels a little lighter. Tuan’s response did make him feel better. True commiseration. It’s been a while since he’s had that.

JJ is right. Maybe some people here aren’t so bad.

... 

By the time Parents Week approaches, Jack has settled in. He gets along with everyone now even if he still only feels really comfortable with Tuan. He’s more comfortable in his own skin, and that makes all the difference.

Tuan doesn’t have anyone coming for him, so he sits with Jack as they wait for his dad to arrive. They sit on a bench outside. Somewhere to their right Scott is talking to someone else’s parents.

Finally, a familiar black SUV pulls in. To Jack’s surprise JJ is sitting in the passenger seat.

“Okay, I know your mom’s dead,” Tuan says, "so who’s that?”

“That’s JJ,” Jack replies. “She works with my dad.”

Jack greets his dad with a hug and then turns to JJ. “I didn’t know you were coming.”

Scott's shocked voice cuts in before JJ can respond. “Shelby?”

Jack’s jaw drops. “You’re Shelby?”

Hotch frowns. “Who’s Shelby?”

JJ doesn’t move, and yet somehow she visibly retreats inside herself. 

...

Scott’s office is uncomfortably silent.

Scott, Hotch, and Jack are settled into chairs around the office, but JJ stands by the door, looking ready to bolt at any second.

“So you’ve been in DC all this time?” Scott asks, finally breaking the silence.

“Yeah,” JJ replies.

“I played there for a while.”

“I know. I went to one of your games.”

“I guess that explains why they’re your favorite,” Hotch says. “I never could figure out why someone from Pennsylvania would be a Redskins fan.”

Scott raises his eyebrows but doesn’t say anything.

The awkward silence falls again.

Jack can tell his father is curious who Shelby is, but he doesn’t ask, probably to respect JJ’s privacy. He’s always been good about that.

“I need some air,” JJ says before slipping out the door.

...

JJ doesn’t return until nightfall. Jack finds her by the bear statue, staring at it and lost to the world.

“You were right about this place,” Jack says as gently as he can.

JJ jumps slightly, but when she turns, she is the epitome of composure. “You doing okay, then?”

“Surprisingly yeah,” Jack replies.

JJ nods absentmindedly. “Good. I needed to be sure. That’s why I came.” When she begins talking again, it’s almost more to herself than to Jack. “You settled in faster than I did.”

If there’s any truth to the Shelby rumors, that’s not surprising.

“Sorry about the Shelby thing,” Jack says. “You’ve become kind of a legend around here.”

JJ scoffs. “Only a place like this could take Shelby Merrick and turn her into a legend.” She shakes her head. “The rumor mill must be crazy.” 

“You don’t have to tell me anything,” Jack says quickly.

“You sound like your father,” JJ murmurs.

There’s such an air of sadness around JJ that Jack can’t help asking, “What about you, JJ? Are you okay?”

Jack knows JJ well enough to know that “I’m fine” is her customary answer, so he’s shocked when she says, “No.”

She smiles at his surprise. “I think you deserve that much of the truth, but I won’t burden you with the rest."

“Okay,” Jack says simply. He wouldn’t consider it a burden, but he’d meant it earlier when he said he didn’t expect her to tell him anything. She also deserves that much.

“I’m glad you’re doing okay,” JJ says.

“Me too,” Jack says. “Thanks for telling Dad to send me here.”

[anakinstwinklebunny]

Hey I saw that you write for Scott Barringer and I was wondering if you would write a dabble for bunnycember about him because there aren't enough fics on him. Could it possibly be about decorating a Christmas tree together and Scott acts like he isn't bothered but he keeps moving the ornaments when the reader isn't looking. Thank you

"Scott," you called, glancing at him over your shoulder as you carefully unwrapped another ornament. "Are you going to help, or are you just going to sit there looking pretty?"

Scott smirked, leaning back against the couch, arms crossed over his chest. "Pretty? That's a new one. I thought I was rugged and manly."

"Pretty and rugged," a teasing leaving your lips before you turned back to the tree. "Now, grab an ornament and start hanging. This tree isn't going to decorate itself."

With a dramatic sigh and an eye roll, SCOTT BARRINGER pushed himself off the couch and walked over. He plucked an ornament from the box and held it up like it was the most ridiculous thing he'd ever seen-a glittery reindeer with a broken antler.

"Really?" brow raised.

"Yes, really," you took it from his hand and placed it on a lower branch. "It has character" you muttered

Scott hummed noncommittally but didn't say anything. Instead, he grabbed another ornament - a snowflake - and hung it with an air of disinterest. You smiled to yourself, pleased he was joining in, even if he acted like he didn't care.

But as the evening went on, you started to notice something odd. Every time you turned back to the tree after stepping away for more ornaments or lights, certain decorations had... shifted.

The snowflake you hung dead center? Moved two branches higher.

The glittery reindeer? Suddenly on the opposite side.

"Scott," you said slowly, narrowing your eyes at him. He was crouched by the tree now, his back to you. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing," he said, far too quickly to sound innocent

You stepped closer, catching him red-handed as he carefully repositioned a silver bauble. He froze like a kid caught stealing cookies, his lips twitching as if he was trying to come up with an excuse.

"Are you... rearranging the ornaments?" you asked, crossing your arms, raising a brow

"No," he said, straightening up. "I'm just... optimizing."

"Optimizing?" you repeated, brow raising

"They were uneven," he explained, gesturing vaguely at the tree. "You had all the big ones on one side and all the shiny ones up top. It was driving me nuts."

You couldn't help it - you broke into a laughter, catching Scott by surprise "Scott Barringer, I didn't know you were such a perfectionist."

"I'm not," he grumbled, though his ears were turning pink. "I just like things to look good."

Shaking your head fondly, you grabbed a tinsel garland and handed it to him. "Here, Mr. Optimizer. You can handle the tinsel."

He took it with a grumble, of course, but as you stepped back to watch him work, you couldn't stop smiling. For someone who claimed not to care, Scott sure seemed determined to make this tree absolutely perfect.

And honestly? It was perfect - cause it was yours; made together.

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[hanasnx]

honestly the most i could ever wish for with scott is to be pinned against the wall by him in some dark corner, while he unzips his pants just enough to slide in. he'd be fast and messy because finding moments alone at horizon is next to impossible with peter's careful eye monitoring his students behaviors every waking moment.

MINORS DNI 18+

"Quiet." SCOTT BARRINGER chides, murmuring it against your lips as you mouth hangs open. So close together, panting in unison, you breathe each other's air, clumsy pecks intermingling. "You wanna get caught?"

"Uh-uh, no," you answer his pointless question, brushing your nose against his when you shake your head.

His hand, wedged between the two of you, has the base of his length in his grasp, prodding it around until he feels the give. You angle your hips to give him more access, and he slides in. In the rush, you didn't have time to prepare yourself. Even though you're slick, you still experience that delicious sting of the stretch. He's not the thickest you've ever taken, but certainly the longest.

To swallow your little noises, his plump lips wrap yours, massaging your mouth and quieting you as he pushes his way inside you. Everything's heightened, every sensation, every nerve. The adrenaline of doing something wrong, the thrill of doing Scott... it's all so much. It's like you can feel the veins lining his shaft, the lip of his head inside you.

"You feel... fucking good..." he speaks against your mouth, spreading spit stained lips on the skin past it. A shiver of tingles goes down your spine, loosening you up, and there's a visible difference in how he thrusts in, less resistance this time. "Yeah? Is that what you like?" A rare grin graces his handsome features as he whispers to you, you can see his pretty teeth in the dim light. Apparently pleased to have learned your affinity for praise.

You nod, even with your faces pressed together, bumping him softly. "Call me a good girl and you'll see." you exhale. A damp, chaste peck is placed against your parted lips.

"Doing this in the kitchens? With me? Nah, you're not a good girl." he snickers, slowly pulling out that draws a whimper out of you along with it. It's like your cunt hugs him, and by the sound of his grunt he wouldn't have it any other way. "You're a bad girl."

[hanasnx]

Tbh, Scott would fuck you out in the woods bc he knows that you're too damn loud for the cabin or the shed, doesn't want to get his ass caught. It's probably also cold as balls outside, but he still needs that pussy ❤️

MINORS DNI 18+

SCOTT BARRINGER’s big hand clamped over yours leads you further and further away from the warm confines of Horizon’s campus.

“Scott—“ you gasp, cut off by losing your footing against the uneven ground. Rudely, he yanks you back up in his version of aid without skipping a beat. “Scott!” you whisper, “Where are we going?” The steam of your breath rises over your nose.

“C’mon.” he tells you, throwing the word over his shoulder as he glances at you. Finding yourself in the outskirts of the woods, you realize what he’s doing as soon as your back hits the trunk of a tree. “You’re too damn loud, had to get you all the way out here to do anything to you.” Your response is interrupted by his lips silencing you, muffling your “mmph!” of surprise.

Any protests regarding the temperature are met with his agreement, “Yeah, it is fucking cold. But it’s better than you promising you’ll shut up only to wake up my bunkmates again.” while he’s heating you up with his body, nailing you to the tree with his long cock beating your insides. Layers of clothes moved out of the way just enough so he can get at your pussy.

[hanasnx]

MINORS DNI 18+

“The ass on her, huh?” Auggie remarks, licking his bottom lip as he glues his eyes to the subject.

SCOTT BARRINGER steals a glance at you, allowing his gaze to linger on your swaying hips, at how your figure fills out your jeans. “Yeah, s’alright,” he replies, but bows his head down to redirect his attention to his essay. A thousand words on what friendship means to him due in less than a week. One of Peter’s creative punishments.

Auggie notes the disinterest, but is determined to get a rise out of Scott, scooting closer to him on the bench. “Ah, more of a tits guy, right?” Obnoxiously, he looks over Scott’s shoulder, and snickers to himself.

Scott casts him a glance in his general direction. “More of a ‘drop it or drop dead’ guy.” As his gaze sweeps back to face forward, he lets it pass over you again, idling just a split second. He tells himself it’s to make sure you can’t overhear this conversation.

Vaguely more threatening than his other tone, Auggie raises his hands in surrender, once again mockingly. “Woah, big man, easy. Just gaugin’, is all.”

That grabs Scott. Now fully invested enough to pivot his head to look at Auggie head on. A wry curl to his lips as he scoffs at him. “And what’s that supposed to mean?”

Aug knows he’s got him. “I dunno,” He shrugs. “she’s cute. Planning on talking to her, you know,” Suggestively, he shuffles his shoulders. “see where it goes?” He stands from the seat, and pats Scott’s back firmly when he passes him. “What?” Once he rounds him— and Scott’s eyes follow him— he purses his lips in calculation, taking great joy in the bewilderment Scott conveys. “You like her or something?”

Scott rolls his eyes in dismissal, clicking his tongue, going back to his task. “Shut up, man.”

“So you won’t mind?” Auggie outstretches his hand in a gesture, “Not that care, jus’… you won’t mind? I know she’s been looking at me, man, I don’t think you had a chance to begin with.” Something about this issue makes Augusto want to press. Scott’s one of the most volatile guys here, and it’s a fun pastime to try to set him off.

“Yeah, right.” a simple and sarcastic answer is disappointing, but not unexpected. When things get too heated, there are times Scott checks himself out, using that soft-spoken voice and removing himself from the situation. But when Auggie spins on his heel, he overhears another phrase, a touch louder than the one before. “We’ll see about that, Aug.”

A grin tugs at his lips, emitting a snort as he symbolically pops his collar using his unzipped jacket. “Yeah, guess we will.”