#also a creepy old man was trying to ask when i got off of work and i just answered vaguely bc wtf.

[itsscromp]

Had fnaf idea in my head ever since seeing the movie. Was trying to find people who were doing fnaf movies ideas and remembered I'd seen your ask box! Love your works btw

So I had this idea of night guard! Reader whose terrified of the animatronics and try not to get too close to them. But needs the money. And one night someone tries to break into the pizzeria and the animatronics protect them from being hurt/mugged

If your asks aren't open then feel free to ignore this, ♥️

FNAF animatronics x reader

Oohhhh yes yes yes, I love this idea very much anon. I swear this movie has reawakened my childhood. Word count:943

You were incredibly strapped for cash, The last job barely kept you afloat, you weren't able to pay your rent or afford your groceries. you were running out of options really fast. Heading to your career's councillor Steve Raglan. He said that there may be a job for you.

A security guard at the old pizzeria, but the place was abandoned. why would you be offered a job like that ??. He stated that the owner was just not ready to let it go yet. Not to mention, they had those creepy ass animatronics... There was just something about them that sent shudders up your spine. Maybe it was how life-sized they looked or the way they moved... its just... *shudders*

But right now you didn't have any choice, so you took the job. Your first shift was the next night, 12 a.m. on the dot. You entered the pizzeria and looked around, it was very retro. Save for the dust everywhere. You then noticed the stages on the far end. Was it where... they were housed.

"Keep walking keep walking...." You said to yourself, But for one reason or another, your feet kept walking to the stage. Your hand reached the curtain as you pulled it back, turning on your flashlight and got scared when the first face you saw was bonnie the bunny.

"Nope, not having it"

You rushed to the office immediately, not wanting to look at them one bit.

Once in your office you switched on the power, the pizzeria now buzzing with life as if it was never changed one bit. Switching on the camera's the first thing you saw was the animatronics again, this time two more you didn't see. Chica the chicken and Freddy Fazbear.

You also noticed another stage nearby, but the curtains were closed with the sign 'Out of order' on the front. Whatever that was behind their, you didn't want to find out.

Over a couple of nights, when you entered for work. You rushed straight to your office, not wanting to even look at them. God why did you have to be scared of animatronics ??.

Spying the camera's again, you just saw the same stuff as last time, but what the camera's didn't pick up was the back.

"Come on hurry up !!" A person in a hood said.

"I'm trying man !!" Another said as they tried to pick at the lock of the roller door before managing to unlock it.

"Alright, you know what to do"

The two entered the pizzeria with the malicious intent of robbing the place. the cameras picked them up near the supply closet. You quickly got up and investigated.

"Who's there ?? Come on out right now" You shouted.

"Shit, run !!!" They immediately bolted, you began to rush for them.

"HEY !!!!"

You ran after them leading back to the main area of the pizzeria, where you were met with a chair to the face, knocking you over to the floor as you were instantly jumped on, one with their foot on your arm holding it as well.

"Piss off and leave us be, or you'll get what's coming, kid !!!" He warned as the other began to search you for your wallet, phone and car keys.

"Get off !!!' You tried to squirm out but this only increased the pressure on your arm, threatening to break. "Gaah !!"

"Got their keys, come on !!" the thief said as he got up and turned to the entrance, only to be met by a large figure... It's eyes glowing red. It was Freddy Fazbear.

"What the he..." Before he could even say a full sentence, Freddy quickly turned the tables. Grabbing his arm and breaking it, Making him fall over. screaming in pain.

"Th/n !!" His accomplice shouted as he tried to help him only to be met with a sharp pain in his ankle. What looked like a cupcake which was a part of Chica's set was biting him, Even it and Chica's eyes were glowing red. You scrambled to the corner watching the madness ensue in such confusion. How were the animatronics moving on their damn own !!!, Someone had to be controlling them. But how could they if you were the only damn one here !!

Two more animatronics emerged, Bonnie and one that came from the Out of order stage, It looked like it spent a lot of time inside there from how damaged its body was. The fox animatronic then slashed one thief across the back with its hook, drawing blood. Letting out a blood curling scream as they immediately retreated.

You were scared. Fully and petrifying scared, Seeing what they were capable of, You hid your face from them. Completely frozen in fear. But what you didn't expect was Freddy's hand gently as a feather placed on your shoulder, almost in a way comforting you.

You started to hesitantly look up at them all, Their eyes all no longer red. Back to their natural colours. They all gave you a comforting look.

"Your... You're not going to hurt me ??" You asked them all cautiously.

Bonnie closed his eyes and shook his shoulders as if he was giggling, In a way saying "No we won't hurt you".

Freddy helped you up and gently brought you in for a hug. You couldn't help but smile at them, Wrapping your arms around his body.

"Thank you guys"

The others gave you a cute look Like they just met a new best friend for their little group. And that is what it exactly was. Maybe they weren't so bad after all...

Part 2 ??

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[axelsagewrites]

Daemon Targaryen*Shopping

Sugar Baby Series Part Three

Part one - Part two

Pairings: Daemon x f!reader

Other pairings: reader x platonic Jace/Cregan/Sara/Aly/Aemond, Jace x Sara Snow

Warnings: creepy Aegon, Aemond having bad parents (Aemond redemption arc anyone??), general confrontation, swears, mentions of sex but nothing graphic, innuendos

Word count: 3390

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“Remind me why we have to go to work when your sugar daddies already paid our bills for the next like six months?” Sara asked after you had both just sprinted to catch the bus.

You rolled your eyes as you stood on the bustling city bus filled with stoners and depressed office workers, “When did it become our money?” you asked. By this point you had gone on several more dates with Daemon. All to fancy restaurants and lunch spots.

He’d also began to send outfits to your house for each, making sure they were sent in discreet packaging still not trusting your neighbours. Gucci belts, Louis Vuitton heels, Chanel dress, Prada bags. Each date got a new outfit, hand picked by a stylist he had hired for you. each date also got an envelope discreetly passed to you as he kissed you goodnight. These goodbye kisses may have started out slow, but one time Sara had genuinely wondered if you were having sex on the doorway with how long it was taking. The best part? You didn’t have to pick up as many shifts so for once you felt you could relax. Sadly though, you still kept working despite it all.

Sara wrapped her arm around yours, partly to try keep steady on the bumpy roads as she held onto a handrail, “I’m your sugar baby now,” she said as she leaned into you making you laugh, “How many dates till you can get a car? Oh! Try get his Benz!” She chirped as an old lady a foot away glared at her. sara just glared back.

You couldn’t help but laugh at her antics, “I’ll see what I can do. Still waiting on him texting me the next date,”

“Make it soon,” she groaned. The rest of the bus journey was mostly uneventful apart from the lady sara had developed a silent beef with. Luckily, she got off before you. the restaurant wasn’t supposed to be too busy tonight however that didn’t make it safe from a Targaryen invasion.

Aly smiled unnaturally wide as you and Sara walked in, arms linked laughing. “Hey guys,” she said, drawing out the words with the biggest smile. She may be a server and a host, but she was a horrible liar. “How are you?” she asked.

Your stomach felt hollow as you realised, “Oh god not again,”

Aly told you both how Aegon had practically skipped down a few months ago when he graduated business school and now that Alicent had tracked him down and dragged him back she, her father, husband and eldest son were now due in for dinner to celebrate. “It is so not my turn, nuh uh no way,”

“Don’t worry its Cregan’s turn,” Aly said as she looked over the reservation, “I gave you the good section tonight, remember me when you marry rich,” she said, smiling as she leant on the host stand.

“You bitch,” you said as you smacked Saras arm, “How many people did you tell?”

“Ow!” Sara whined as she hit you back. “It wasn’t me gold digger,” she said as she swapped placed with Aly to take over as host, “Bet you it was Cregan,”

You rolled your eyes when Aly told you that basically everyone knew, “What about Aemond?” you asked as you tied your apron on, “Speaking of where the hell is he?”

“He’s tots freaking out about his mum coming in with Aegon and is going all perfectionist on the layout,” Aly said as she picked up her bags, “Mans been driving me up the wall. But he doesn’t know. we’re not that cruel besides he barely talks to us now,”

How is he not lonely you wondered. Before you could even protest Aly beelined for the door and you heard a loud huff, “No loitering!” Aemond puffed out his chest as he practically dragged you to the server stand, Sara giving a sorry wave as you went, “Everything needs to be perfect today, my mothers been on my case about this place and she needs to see that im still the better son so you better bring you’re a game-“

Wait a minute. “What?” you said as you stopped in the middle of the floor. There were only three tables in right now and four servers, but Aemond still walked right up to you to ask what’s wrong, “I had her last time?”

“And?” he asked, crossing his arms, “Why can’t you serve her this time? she likes you,”

You couldn’t help but snort, “Aem we used to be friends, remember?” you asked, touching his shoulder, “Remember our walk-in conversation?” you asked with raised brows. One-night Aemond practically had a breakdown his first month on the job because his mother had come in and was tormenting the staff all night, “We both know she’s a nightmare,”

“C’mon she’s my mom,” he sighed as he finished dragging you to the host stand, “Do me a favour. Since we used to be friends,” he said, rolling his eyes when he said used to, “Though I thought we still were,” he muttered and for a second you almost felt bad, “Just do your job its not that hard,” then he opened his mouth again.

“Whatevs Aemond,” you said as you logged into the tablet, “Don’t you have a rota to fuck up?” before he could protest a chef came out to drag him into the kitchen to complain about the latest food order. You knew better than to back talk Aemond but the nearly $7 in your cookie tin at home was putting a pep in your step.

Hearing that Alicent liked you was the only thing that worried you. daemon had been in a couple times since your arrangement had started and each time, he gave you a sly smirk or a wink. Whenever there was no Hightower in sight, he would request your section but even still she seemed to be catching on to some kind of tension.

When you arrived at their table to take their order you were met with the confused eyes of Aegon Targaryen, “(Y/N)?” he asked, tilting his head when he saw you before he suddenly stood up, “Long time no see,” he said and before you could say anything or even move he’d wrapped his arms around you for a brief, but very touchy hug. “How’ve you been doll?”

That name was exclusively reserved in your mind for daemon so when Aegon said it you quickly pulled him off of you with a smile, “I’m good Mr Targaryen, can I get you a drink?” you said as you showed him back to his seat. Alicent was muttering something under her breath, eyes glaring daggers into the table, “Can I get you anything ma’am?”

“Water for the table and- “

“Plenty of lemons? Of course, ma’am,” you said, cutting her off and trying not to smirk. No matter what Alicent knew, there was something she did not know. daemon had already given you all the dirt on her. he had told you every crumb of his family drama and for once you felt like you had the upper hand. “Anything for our regulars,” you smiled as you jotted down on your notepad.

Viserys seemed extremely pleased that you had recognised their frequent visits but Alicent and Otto both looked mortified. When it was finally time to take their orders, Otto spoke up first, “I’ll have a medium rare steak with no pink and not burnt either hear me? I swear your kitchen people can’t cook steak to save their life,” he muttered.

Then order something else. You wanted to scream. The whole night went like that. Alicent’s petty requests and Aegon’s creepy stares. Even Aemond had asked if you were okay at one point. You’d snuck off to the kitchen to send a quick rant text to daemon, asking how he could be related to these sorts of people.

Otto had sent back his steak for the third time, everyone else on desert as he waited. “Medium rare no pink,” you said, trying your best to smile as you sat down his impossible order. “Enjoy,”

“Wait,” he said as he picked up his cutlery, “I want to make sure its right before you run off again,” you nodded and waited as he cut into the meat, excruciatingly slow, “Again!” he yelled as he slammed the cutlery down, making even Alicent jump, “Look at all this blood! He said as he picked up the plate only to clatter it back onto the table, “Does that look medium rare to you?” he asked, pointing the steak knife at you.

“Yes,” you said blankly, ignoring the vein that almost bulged out of his forehead, “Do not yell at me sir,”

“Excuse me?” Otto yelled as he stood up, dropping his knife onto the table, “I never- I come here all the time and- Aemond!” he yelled across to the boy who was trying to hide behind a bar tender, “Talk to your staff this is ridiculous,”

Aemond practically ran over as he tried to defuse his grandfather, begging him to sit down at the same time. “She’s sorry, aren’t you?” Aemond asked as he grabbed your arm, looking at you with pleading eyes.

You briefly glanced at Sara who was watching this whole thing from the host stand and Cregan who had just walked in for his shift. You turned back to the group, looking at Alicent first, glancing over to the sulking Viserys and Aegon who had finally grown some humility, then finally the grown man yelling like a child. “I’m sorry you never learned how to order a steak,” you said slowly, ignoring how Aemond tried to pull you away and shaking him off, “Learn how to order a steak and find some manners,”

Before Otto could speak you continued, turning to face Aemond who looked on the brink of tears, “I quit, you can have my tables and as for yous- “you said turning to face the table. Aegon’s jaw went slack as he stared at you in amazement while Viserys looked at his wife, fear radiating off of him. Alicent however looked shocked, angry, and embarrassed all at once, “Have a pleasant fucking day, see ya,”

With that you stormed out to the host stand, not even bothering to clock out or put your tips in the tip out jar and grabbed your jacket from the rack. You glanced back to see Alicent and Otto screaming at Aemond, pointing at you with flailing arms. “I quit,” you told the shocked siblings, “And I think I might have accidentally got Aemond killed. Good luck,”

“You’re my hero,” Cregan said, his eyes wide with awe like a child.

“I’ve never been so proud,” Sara said before glancing back to where Alicent and Otto were now storming over, “but you need to go. Like now. Run if you can,”

You didn’t wait another second before almost running out the restaurant however as you reached the street you felt yourself smack into someone’s chest. “Doll?” a deep voice came from the man. You looked up to see Daemon, still in his work clothes and looking down at you with worry and shock, “Are you okay?”

“We need to go,” you said as you grabbed his hand and dragged him back to the car he had just got out of, “I’ll explain in the car just go, go!” you said as you jumped in the back seat.

“To my house please,” Daemon told his very shocked looking driver, “What happened doll?” he asked as he shut the door.

You looked past him to where a bewildered otto looked around the street shocked, “I think I may have upset your sister-in-law,” you said with a sheepish smile. “I guess you got my text?”

Daemon looked back from otto to you, eyebrows scrunched and jaw hanging open, “I was coming over to yell at them but looks like you beat me to it,”

When you retold your glorious tale to Daemon, he listened in silence like he was reading the tensest book of his life. When you finished your tale, you feared for a moment that he looked almost disappointed in you. then a smirk spread across his face. “I’ve never been prouder of you doll face. Eryk change of plans we need to go dress shopping. Celebrations are in order,”

You had never been shopping with daemon, but you could easily get used to it. he whisked you past all the shops you used to frequent and straight to the nearest boutique. He sat patiently, sipping champagne as a shopping assistant helped you find and try on dresses to show him.

Daemons eyes raked up and down your figure when you stepped out the changing room for the fifth time. Daemon stood up slowly from the chair, stepping towards you and silently taking your hand to slowly spin you around, “Like it?” you giggled as his eyes finally tore away from your figure to your eyes. It was a dark purple, satin evening dress that hugged you perfectly and felt as silky as a waterfall.

“Fucking love, it,” he mumbled as he stepped in closer, placing a soft kiss to your lips, “You’re getting it,”

“Don’t you think it’s a bit much for tonight?” you asked, stepping back with a laugh to look in the mirror. It was beautiful, you had to admit, but you had also seen the price tag.

“We’ll get another for tonight,” Daemon said as he moved back to pour you your own glass of champagne, “and that can be for the gala,”

“The gala?” you asked, finally turning back to him.

Daemon rolled his eyes as he gulped his champagne down, “It’s a family thing,” he drawled as he returned to his chair, “it will be painfully dull im afraid but suppose it will be far more enjoyable with you on my arm,”

Even still after all this time you couldn’t help your flush, “We’ll see,” you grinned as you looked at the dress, “You sure it’s not too expensive?”

“Nothings too much for my princess,” he said before waving down the store woman who was hanging around like a hawk, “Can we see her in that dark red number I saw in the window?”

“Of course, sir, just one moment,”

After another three dresses you had finally settled on one for tonight. It was a silk black dress, simpler than the rest but still to die for. When you told daemon it was the one, he nodded, kissing your cheek before waving the lady back over, “Hi we’ll take this one now along with the dark red, white, and lilac dresses from before. then as for that purple dress do yous do custom sizing?”

“Of course, sir,” the woman said, practically drooling over the commission, “I can measure her right now if you’d like,”

Daemon nodded and the woman quickly fetched the measuring tape, wasting no time in grabbing your arm to start writing the numbers down, “We need it for the sixth, will that work?”

“I’ll have it done by the first,”

when you were stood at the till beside daemon you were almost sick at the prices, “Daemon you really don’t have to,” you said, gently holding his arm as the sale girl glared at you.

“Nonsense,” Daemon said as he kissed the top of your head and swiped his card like it was second nature, “Besides we haven’t even hit the jewellers yet,”

By the time you had left the mall Daemon had spent the equivalent of a small house on your outfit for tonight with a few surprise dresses. Since you still had to get ready, and it was only five daemon was going to drop you at your house before picking you up again at six. “Where do you want to eat tonight darling?” he asked as he held your thigh in the car, his thumb stroking over your skin, “Anywhere you want,”

“Why don’t we eat in?” you offered, trying to think of anyway to save him some money after the massive shopping spree you had just been on.

Daemon looked surprised before quickly nodding, “Its short notice but im sure Olivia will be able to swing bye and rustle us something- “

“I meant like,” you said, cutting him off, “Why don’t I cook for us? It would be cute, just us,” you said, as you nudged his foot with your own, “intimate even,”

“I think I like the sounds of that,” Daemon said lowly through hooded eyes, the sight alone making your heart race. Luckily, or maybe not so lucky, you were just pulling up to your street. daemon glanced out the window, “lets do it at mine though,” he said.

You laughed at his scepticism as you grabbed the bags of dresses, “Whatever makes you happy,”

“That’d be you doll,” he said, letting go of your thigh before quickly stepping out of the car. As you waited for him to open your door, something he had insisted on doing since you started your arrangement, you were able to collect yourself.

Daemon opened the door for you and helped you carry your bags upstairs, even saying hello to Robb as he left the building. You knew sara would be home by now since you knew she only had a short shift today so you wondered how long she would squeal for when she saw the necklace daemon had bought you. when you finally reached your door daemon paused for a moment, “Im afraid I’ve not got any cash love,” he said as he handed you your bags.

You hummed in fake thought, “I suppose I can take a kiss as payment,”

Daemon chuckled as he leaned down, his hand cupping your jaw to bring you in for a brief but intense kiss, “See you in an hour doll,” he mumbled as he broke the kiss.

“Wish it was then,” you said, opening the door and giving him a small smirk as you stepped backwards into the flat, trying your best to seem seductive.

Weird, you thought, sara wasn’t in the living room. You sat the bags down on the couch before walking towards saras room. She can nap later, you thought. “Sara!” you called, hand on her door handle, “You will never believe what Daemon got-JACE WHAT THE FUCK!” you practically screamed as you opened the door.

Jace scrambled so quickly to cover them both that he fell off the bed, dragging the covers with him. You slapped a hand over your eyes as the pair both scrambled to get under the covers. When you finally looked through your fingers, they both looked mortified. “You said you didn’t like him!” you almost yelled at Sara.

“Yeah, well I lied, okay?!” she yelled back.

“Should I go?” Jace asked, reaching for his shirt.

“No,”

“Yes,”

“Dude!” Sara yelled.

“Dude! I need you to help me get ready,” you said, moving to sit on her bed. Sara was unfazed by how close you were, but Jace seemed to clutch the covers tighter, “Also I need to cook for daemon,”

“You’re a terrible cook,”

“Im not that bad,”

“You burnt water,” she said, glaring at you, “Ugh fine I’ll help,” she said as she moved to grab a shirt before turning back to Jace, “This was amazing babe. Just give me half an hour, an hour tops, and I’ll be right back, okay?” she said, kissing him softly making you fake gag.

A love smitten smile fell over Jaces face as he looked at sara who quickly got dressed. “Okay,” he said like he was in a dream before falling back to lay down.

When you walked into the living room with sara you paused for a moment, “If you break his heart- “you began to talk before sara shushed you.

“I do actually like him,” she sighed, “I caught feelings, I know its weird. But he’s so cute,”

“At least I won’t be alone at the gala,” you said making Sara raise an eyebrow, “I’ll tell you all about it while you do my hair,”

Sara sighed as she shoved you down onto the chair, “Why do I have a bad feeling about this gala?”

If you don't want to read smut you can skip the smut part without the series plot being affected

Part four smut edition here

a/n: so this is offically gonna be a 5 part series now. part 4 will be up tommorow then part 5 a couple days after that so dont worry its almost here i swear i promise

Part four non smut here

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[dreadsuitsamus]

Daddy's Little Secret | Isshin Kurosaki x Reader |

part two

author's note: this idea has been in my head for a good while now, and i've finally decided to write it! there won't be much of a story in this, as i plan each chapter to be a sexual encounter between isshin and reader

pairing: isshin kurosaki x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw, no explicit smut but it is sexual and suggestive, masturbation, voyeurism, age gap, reader is a few years older than ichigo

“Are you sure this is okay, Ichigo?” You murmur as he leads you up the pathway of his home, the younger man carrying your bags for you. “I don't wanna just barge in… You haven't even asked your dad if it's cool—”

“Dad’s not gonna care.” Ichigo shakes his head. “He'd rather you stay on our couch than in your car on the street. It's okay. Just trust me.”

Sighing, you follow your friend inside and slip your shoes off politely. Your housing situation has hit a bit of a snag and you're officially, though hopefully temporarily, homeless. Ichigo's to the rescue as always, however, and was quick to give you a warm helping hand, just as he was when you first met him. Being a bartender is wonderful, but the drawbacks such as rowdy, creepy drunks tend to call for more forceful measures than your best holler can provide. Luckily for you, Ichigo has a helluva right hook and you've been friends ever since!

Setting your bags down, Ichigo starts a quick tour of the house. You've met his family before, as the bar you work for is also a restaurant, but you've never been to the Kurosaki household. It's surprisingly well-put together despite the chaotic relationship of Ichigo and his father, though it's likely due to Ichigo's younger sisters, if you had to guess.

“My dad's not home yet, but he should be here soon with my sisters.” Ichigo murmurs as he grabs some linens from the hall closet; tonight the couch will have to do for him, as he's a gentleman and will absolutely give up his room for you, but he'll arrange to stay with his sweet girl Orihime for a little while starting tomorrow. He's not looking forward to it: how his father naps on that lumpy, uncomfortable old couch so easily is a mystery!

“Thank you, Ichigo.” You murmur softly. “I'll try to get out of your hair soon.”

Your friend merely waves a hand and sets the sheet and blankets on the arm of the couch before grabbing the remote and turning the television on. The mind-numbing cartoon isn't performing for you, however, as your heart thrums in anticipation. Ichigo's father, Isshin Kurosaki, doesn't seem like he'd mind your presence, but the worry remains. You know you'd certainly have some feelings about such an unexpected guest!

Your poor heart nearly pops when the sound of voices at the front door get louder upon entry, and Ichigo stands to meet his family, lest his father say or do something embarrassing before you've even been announced. Yuzu rushes to her older brother's arms as Karin spots you, perking a thin brow. Ichigo doesn't tend to bring friends home, especially not since he started college.

“What's up?” She cuts her eyes to her older brother, and Ichigo explains more to Isshin, who is oddly quiet, rather than Karin.

“She needs a place to stay for a little while.”

Isshin nods, turning to look at you. He's as handsome as ever, his stubble grown out a tad more than it was the last time you'd seen him at the bar, and his smile is gorgeous and polite, though you can't escape the feeling of it being more muted than you're used to. “Stay as long as you need to. Any friend of Ichigo's is always welcome here.”

“Thank you, sir.” Your cheeks warm, relief washing down your shoulders. Gazing at your wrist to check the time, you sigh softly. “I’ve got to get ready for my shift tonight.”

“I'll walk you to your car.” Ichigo offers, and waits patiently as you wash up and change into your uniform. Isshin settles onto the couch beside his only son, thumbing at the stack of linens to be used for his temporary bed tonight.

“You know I don't mind taking in your friend.” He starts, voice low in the event you come downstairs and overhear him. “I just would've appreciated a heads up.” Unsaid is that he would've used that advance notice to fix his hair up before you saw him, and perhaps undone a button or two on his shirt.

“Sorry, Dad.” Ichigo murmurs. “Her roommate dropped the bomb on her last night that she had to leave. We spent all day moving her things to a storage unit.”

Isshin rubs at his chin, gently tugging at the bit of stubble. He's gotta shave tonight, he thinks. “You givin’ your room up?”

“Yeah.”

Isshin claps his hand on his son's shoulder. He's raised a good man, one that he's incredibly proud of! He squeezes for a brief moment before pulling away just as you come downstairs, dressed in your simple work uniform. High-waisted jeans and a t-shirt with the bar’s name splashed over the front and tucked into your waistband make for a pretty sight, especially with the low cut that provides Isshin with a hearty eyeful of cleavage. It's what deters him from visiting your bar more often; his daughters don't need to see how much their pervy father longs to faceplant in between your breasts.

Ichigo and his father stand and your eyes flit to gaze at the older man. “I’ll be back around 2:30. I'll be quiet, I promise!”

“You couldn't wake Dad if you tried.” Ichigo deadpans. Isshin's cheeks warm at your giggles, and he tackles Ichigo to the ground. Embarrassing his own father right in front of an absolute babe??? Unforgivable!

“Dad, come on!” Karin shouts, scrambling to intervene now. With a guest over??? Her dad has lost his mind!

Grinning softly at the madness, Karin having been sucked into the wrestling while Yuzu rushes in with a broom to smack at them all, the heels of your boots click on the hardwood as you head for the door. Your stay here certainly won't be dull!

With a sigh, you tiredly park your car outside of the Kurosaki home. Work was rough, and nothing sounds more wonderful than a hot shower and some rest, and maybe even a sandwich if you can stay awake long enough.

You're met at the door by Isshin, who presses a gentle finger over his lips as the sounds of Ichigo's snores ring out. Laughing softly as the older man winks, you slip your boots off at the door. “You're up pretty late.”

“Insomnia.” Isshin shrugs casually and follows you up the stairs, shamelessly staring at your ass the whole way up. “Heard your car pull up. Wanted to make sure you got in safely.”

“Ah.” At the top of the landing, you pause for a moment with Isshin just across from you, his henley and plaid pajama pant combo somehow striking. Perhaps batting your lashes more than you should be at a friend's father, you lick your lips, teeth slowly dragging along the flesh of your bottom lip. “Thank you, Mr. Kurosaki.”

“Isshin. After hours, anyway.” He tucks his hands in his pockets with a shrug, perking a brow at the embarrassing admission from your stomach. “Hungry, hm?”

Cheeks fiery and the tip of your nose and ears burning, you duck your head. “Mm… A little. Ichigo and I had some lunch earlier, but that's all I had to eat. Besides a few fries at the bar, anyway.” And an iced coffee to start the morning!

Isshin shakes his head. “Girl dinner.” He grumbles with a scoff and an eye roll— he's treated too many women that hardly eat at all and then complain about headaches! Turning to start back down the steps, Isshin waves a hand. “I’ll warm up the dinner leftovers.”

Covering your mouth to hide a giggle, you venture into Ichigo's bedroom and rifle around your messily packed suitcases for a fresh pair of panties and pajamas. Exhaustion weighs down your bones and a big yawn leaves you damn near spent, though you power through enough to grab a thong and a tank top to get you through the night. Everyone should be out of the house by the time you wake up to start your day, so the worries of anyone catching a peek of your cheeks don't settle.

Rubbing your tired eyes as the shower warms, you sigh with pleasure as the hot water spreads and soothes the ache between your shoulders. Life has been nothing but stressful lately, this recent move only the cherry on top the shitshow mountain. College is hard, work is unfulfilling and the tip money only barely covers the bills, and your sex life has tanked.

Thinking about sex as you run the soapy washcloth over your breasts probably isn't the best idea, but it doesn't stop your other hand from the pinches and tugs of your nipples to relieve some of the pressure. Leaning against the shower wall, your teeth dip into your lip as your fingers do a bit of walking. It's nothing but a tease, a shallow dipping of your fingers to feel the wetness gathering between your folds. A few soft, breathy gasps pass beyond the thin curtain that veils you, but the man with perceptive brown eyes in the hall pushes the door open just a tad wider than you'd left it to peer into that gap.

Isshin smirks softly, licking his lip as he watches you touch yourself. He's wanted a piece of you since he first saw you, as forbidden of an idea as that is. You're his son's friend! He can't. Even if you wanted to, and he thinks you do, it can't happen. That's a line he can't cross… He's too old for you, anyway.

Though as he watches you slowly rub your clit and toy with your breasts, he's sure that this old dog could show you the best night of your life. With a wistful sigh and a firm squeeze to his cock, Isshin heads downstairs before he's caught perving and fixes your plate of dinner properly.

Biting your lip through a grin, you're quickly out of the shower and drying off before Isshin's back upstairs. Of course that old man's the type to peep in on a young woman's shower! You laid the trap and he walked right into it— what a typical doofus of a man.

You've just slipped into your thong when you hear Isshin moving upstairs again, and you purposely ditch the tank top in favor of looping the towel over your shoulders, your breasts just barely covered by the blue cotton as Isshin turns the corner with a warm plate of food in hand and heads for Ichigo's bedroom.

Two gentle taps of his knuckle on the bedroom door are all you get before he's letting himself in, and for a moment he falters at the sight of you. He really should have taken that melatonin tonight… You're before him in a skimpy thong with only a teeny tiny towel over your breasts, and he has to act like he's fine. Like he's not ready to pounce and pound you into pure oblivion. He can't.

This being a father thing is so damn difficult!

Finding the pause cute and the dumb look on Isshin's face even cuter, you smirk gently and approach him with a swish in your hips. His Adam's apple bobs when you're so close to him he can see the few beads of water on your collarbone, and fuck he wants to lick them away and leave a bite or two…

“Something on your mind?” You practically purr at him, and aren't you just awful! Flirting with your friend's father, the one with a dead wife and three kids he's had to raise by his lonely…

Carefully, the man licks his lips and forces himself to look you in the eye, and frankly he's not sure if that pretty face is making his little problem in his pants any better. “No.”

Reaching up, the backs of your fingers gently graze over the side of his face. “That's a shame… Would've loved to hear all about it. I'm sure you've got some… Interesting ideals.”

A growl forms at the back of Isshin's throat, low and deep and the glint in your eye at the sound just makes him want to tug that towel off and—

Well, now you've gone and done that part for him.

Dropping the towel to the floor, you rub Isshin's jaw, his beard noticeably trimmed down to the way he usually likes it. “You shaved. It looks nice.”

“Just nice?” Isshin sets the plate on the desk, his fingers itching to touch your supple skin as he loops them around the thin bands of your thong, his thumbs rubbing the silky fabric. “Not sexy? Ravishing, even? How about a place you'd like to sit?”

A chuckle bubbles in your chest alongside the fireworks going off inside. The door's wide open and it's three in the morning, any of his kids are liable to get up and use the bathroom at any time! Pressing your hands to his chest, you find him firmer than you thought he'd be. “What makes you think I need something like that from you?”

Isshin clicks his tongue, snapping your thong against your skin as you softly push him away. “My bad for assuming. I just thought with, you know, the way you touched yourself in the shower that you've been a bit pent up.” With a wink and a shit-eating grin, Isshin's closing the door behind him and heading back to his bedroom.

Goosebumps litter your body, and that sly little smile doesn't leave your lips even after you've finished eating and settle in for bed. It's been one night and you've already nearly fucked your friend's father— it's not a matter of if now. Just when.

And will you be able to hide it from Ichigo?

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Pinball, Hair, and Detention Pt. 3 | Vance Hopper X Reader

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 (here) | Part 4

Word Count: 4.4k

Genre: Enemies to Lovers, Rivalry, Angst, Fluff

Content Warnings: Kidnapping, Swearing, Female Reader Implied/Mentioned, Descriptors of character deaths, Blood, Beatings

Summary: Reader and Vance have some sort of ongoing rivalry. You accidentally spilled your drink on his hair and he in turn gave you a “fresh cut.” You one day get detention together due to fighting. On the walk home one day— where you both live merely a block away, he barely misses your abduction and watches as you helplessly get carried away in a black van.

A/N: As an apology for taking so much longer to post this, I made it a little extra long <3

A/N 2.0: Also we are so close to actually seeing action, I’m just a sucker for slow burns 💔

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“Who the hell do you think you are?!” You shouted at the masked man, backing up on the old mattress he placed you on, rusty springs creaking under your weight.

The Grabber gave a heavy sigh. “I really don’t like repeating myself. I’m sure that spray doesn’t affect your memory.”

This was a sick joke. You must’ve angered whatever god was out there because for the past two months your life was nothing but a roller coaster of hell. Your encounters with Vance, your hair, your reputation being ruined, and now your kidnapping. Did you do something in a past life to deserve this? You were an average middle school student: average grades, average friend group, average life. You never did anything risky or illegal and you helped out when you could—which is what got you into this mess. Maybe this was a lesson to be learned.

“Now, how about I get you some soda to calm you down? You like sprite?” His voice seemed a little singsongy—which really creeped you out, especially when he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. “You stay here and don’t try anything. This room is soundproof anyways, so no one will hear you.”

When The Grabber left, closing the heavy metal door with a slam, a loud click of the handle locking echoing around the room just a moment later. That’s when the dread fully sunk in. You were stuck in a creepy man’s basement with absolutely no way out. The floor was linoleum tile, the walls were solid concrete (with a weird orange strip stain all over them), and the window was probably around 8 feet high. Maybe that explained why he didn’t bother to put bars there yet considering everyone he’s kidnapped so far were pretty short. Billy was probably an average height, but Griffin was pretty short. He was also eleven years old—the youngest out of the victims so far.

You walked around the space you’d be occupying until your probable death, looking at the weird little hallway area with the toilet and a few rugs. Nothing of interest. How the hell are you supposed to use rugs to escape. When you walked back to the bed you noticed the black phone hanging on the wall, quickly running over to it and attempting to dial a number. When you held the receiver to your ear and heard nothing, not even a static fuzz, you realized it wouldn’t work. Suspicions confirmed when you looked at the snipped phone line.

“Damn it!” You yelled, slamming the phone back on the dialer. You slid down to the floor with stinging eyes and a tight throat. “I’m gonna die here. I didn’t even get to see my parents last night or this morning.” Sniffling, you curled your head into your knees. “And the last person I hung out with was Vance.”

Then the phone rang.

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“I didn’t do anything, I swear!” Vance shouted at the cops in front of him. “I watched the mother fucker shove her in that fucking black van and drive off! I have her backpack right here! If I did anything do you think I’d keep her shit?!”

“Hopper, please relax. No one is saying you’re lying. We were just asking if you got the events correct.”

“Of course I did! It happened barely an hour ago.” He said, taking in a deep breath and exhaling angrily. “I don’t hang with that fuckface, but I’m not about to let a kidnapping go!”

The room was quiet, police officers of the small Denver town looking at Vance and then each other. They all knew the boy well—he’d never come to the cops of his own free will. Usually people were coming to them about him. One of the secretaries was on the phone with the (Y/L/N) family already, informing them of the grave news and telling them to come to the station as soon as possible.

One of the officers, an older guy who frequently dealt with Vance, placed a comforting hand on the boy’s shoulder, giving him a sympathetic smile. “We know you’re worried, boy. We’ll find her.”

Vance grumbled and stood up, face flushed. Embarrassment and anger most likely. “Whatever, I’m leaving.”

As he walked out of the station, Vance made his way back over to where you were abducted. Maybe he’d be able to find you without the cops, he was the one that watched you get taken after all. When he walked up to the curb where he found your bag, he looked for any hints. The black balloons in the tree were the only thing so far that was solid and concise evidence. The van had quickly pulled out and driven to the left, going straight for a little while—or at least until he lost sight of it.

He decided to walk down the street and through the neighborhoods he passed occasionally. The kidnapper would be stupid to leave his van outside in broad daylight, especially since he knew Vance saw it just as clearly as you. He mostly scanned the houses, looking at the exterior and trying to feel the vibes. Some houses looked really gross and rickety, then there were the others that definitely housed a nice, big, happy family. Maybe that house he just passed was the Yamada’s. Vance had no idea how Bruce would react to your disappearance. For as long as anyone amongst your graduating class knew, you and Bruce had known each other for as long as possible.

How the hell was he supposed to find you like this? There are definitely a few thousand people in this buttfuck nowhere Denver town, he thought. He’d have to scour the streets for clues, look at people and analyze them. He’d figure this out. He knew the cops were doing a half-assed job with this case so far. You were person three, so that made this serial, but he’d been in the station while they mentioned a few things about the cases, some of them being brushed off. He really only trusted that old guy. Day 0, and he was determined to find you before the week was over.

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How many hours have you been down here? It felt like it’d been weeks, but you knew by the dead darkness outside and inside the room that the day ended. You had nothing down here; just the mattress you were on, the toilet, and yourself. You never thought you’d miss laying and doing nothing in your room more than now. Oh, you also had the ghost phone. You almost didn’t believe it when the phone rang, but you picked it up immediately. Even if it would’ve been a fluke, you’d hope and pray for anything you could get.

“Hello?! Hello?! Can anyone help me?!”

It was silent for a little while and you lost hope, leaning against the wall and covering your teary eyes while taking deep breaths to calm yourself down before you broke down. Your hand had drifted from your head to your hip, the phone knocking against the wall. When you opened your eyes and saw the image of a bloody and dead Griffin, you screamed, letting the phone go out of shock. You were in disbelief. You were scared. You were probably hallucinating too. The boy’s mouth was bobbing up and down. Was he talking? You grabbed the phone and pressed it to your ears, listening for any sort of noise.

“D…n’t cr…”

The words through the receiver were crackled and sounded like a whispered gargle. You could barely stand to look over at Griffin, his throat slit and body riddled with welts and blood. Now though, he seemed to be standing closer to you, not contorted in whatever hellish position you had first seen him in.

“What?” You sniffled, wiping your nose and eyes. “You…what do you mean?”

“Don’t cry.” The boy said, pausing for a moment. “Don’t let him see you like this. He loves it.” Silence again.

“You…you’re Griffin. You were the first to go missing. How am I talking to you?”

“I don’t know. Your name is the first thing you forget—All I know is that you should stop crying before he comes back. He loves seeing kids cry.” Griffin looked around at the room. “I had something to tell you, but I can’t remember. It had something to do with a door.”

“You know how to get out of here?!”

“No. The front door. There’s a padlock there, it’s the code used for my bike lock.” You waited for him to continue, give you the code or something. “I think the code is-”

“Put the phone down.” You jumped, Billy’s voice and any static the receiver had going dead. “That stupid thing doesn’t work anyways. Hasn’t worked since I was a kid.”

You placed the phone back on the wall slowly, glaring at the man as he stood in the doorway watching you. Why he came down here you wouldn't know. He squatted down and looked up at you. You felt a chill go up your spine, his beady eyes staring up at you gave you the heebie-jeebies. Why did he sit lower? Was this some way to play a mind trick on you? Make you feel empowered when he could actually take you out immediately?

“Why me?” You asked, taking the opportunity. You had a feeling you’d probably end up dying. You just wanted to know why. “Why do you do this to me? Why’d you grab me?”

He stood up, standing for a moment before walking over to you. Your heart dropped into your feet, your legs paralyzed in fear. Was he gonna beat you for asking? Maybe he’d stab you and teach you a lesson. His hand lifted up to tilt your head to look up at him, tucking a stray piece of hair back. His hands were cold, his demeanor threatening, but his voice sounded light and cheery. It was sick.

“I guess I’m aiming for someone else by taking you first. I don’t usually kidnap girls.” He stepped back, looking at you whole again. “Maybe after this though, I’ll consider it a little more.”

You nearly puked. Aiming for someone else? Did he mean Vance? Or Bruce? Was he stalking you guys? You hung out with them often—though Vance was less of a choice. He would consider kidnapping more girls ‘after this?’ Did that mean after he killed you he’d go for more? Your thoughts drifted over to kids you knew. Gwen, the girl who could see things in her dreams. You knew her from Amy, Bruce’s little sister. They hung out at the Yamada’s place together sometimes too. You couldn’t imagine either of them getting kidnapped.

“Don’t you even think about touching anyone else you sick fuck.” You cursed at him, an angry glare on your face.

“Wow, but of a potty mouth here.” He chuckled, eyes cold as he grabbed your hair and squeezed. “I suggest you behave well, you don’t want to act like the last few ‘naughty boys’ I’ve had recently. They didn’t have a very fun time.”

You cried out in pain, the added motion of him shaking your head causing tears to prick your eyes. He really was sick—talking about the previous victims like it was a normal occurrence. You hated everything. You wanted to go home. You wanted to talk with Bruce about stupid things like Mr. Roeder’s bad cover-up for his bald spot or something. You wanted to be sitting in detention ruefully staring at the board as you waited to go home. If only you waited a little longer, or went the longer route that day. You kept talking about yourself in the past-tense and honestly? It helped you prepare to be murdered later as the man let go of your hair and walked out of the room, the heavy lock sliding into place.

“Get me out of here.” You sniffed, sliding down the wall and deciding to let yourself cry. Forget the ghosts of the past boys telling you what to do, you’d cry as hard as he wanted if it meant you could even say goodbye to the people you loved just one last time.

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Day 3 of the search for you. By now people were desperate. There was a pattern with The Grabber. He wouldn’t kill immediately. No, he preferred to take his time with people. Mind games, physical violence—nobody knew what, but it was something. Vance and everyone else looking for you never would’ve guessed you were just blocks away, about twelve feet under in some dingy basement of a sick man. You lost track of time, all the sleeping and staring into space and random walking around made the minutes seem like hours and the hours seem like days. You hadn’t gotten any other calls recently, so it must’ve been your imagination. Maybe whatever gas you were sprayed with made you loopy.

“How do I get out of here?” You asked yourself, pacing around the room, feet dragging against the linoleum tile. You felt icky too. You hadn’t showered recently, you were dirty from the residue of the room in the air and on the bed. “What the fuck am I supposed to use?”

Suddenly the lights in the room blinked on and you hurriedly dove for the bed, pretending to sleep. You wouldn’t give this man the satisfaction of seeing or hearing your weakness. When the door creaked open and the light behind him poured in the room everything was still. Your breathing was kept even and slow even though your heart was pounding. He never gave any hints towards his intentions to you.

“I know you aren’t asleep.”

Silence.

“Tsk, naughty girl.” He said angrily, any singsong tone he had previously was gone.

You slowly sat up, turning your head to face him with an angry look. He held a tray with a plate of shitty looking eggs and an open bottle of soda. You didn’t even realize how hungry and thirsty you were until you saw the food. Stomach growling, your hand slid over your stomach. You couldn’t see The Grabber’s face—he was wearing a full mask today—but you could see the crinkle of his eyes as he (probably) smirked at you. Weakening you physically and mentally by hunger, what a fucking piece of shit.

“Why would I eat that? God knows what you put in it.”

“Eat it, don’t eat it, I don’t care.” He said, placing the tray down and looking up at you. You could almost see the sick and twisted smile of his mask blend in with his face. “I don’t need to drug you. I already have you right where I want you.”

Your heart dropped. Sure you knew your fate was probably already sealed, but it never hurt to have hope. Now though you might as well rip them up and throw them around like doomsday confetti. When the Grabber didn’t leave immediately and kept standing by the door you made a face. Why was he still here? Just leave. You wanted your peace and alone time. You had already cried what felt like all your tears the first day, so you just wanted the silence and stillness of an empty room.

“Why are you still here? Just get out already.”

“Give me a minute, I’m just looking at you.”

Eventually he opened the door and you figured that maybe there’s someone else in the house. There had to be. You took a deep breath and started screaming. Your throat burned and your head hurt, but you made sure to scream as loud as possible before you were stopped. A rough and calloused hand gripped your throat, fingers digging into the flesh and your windpipe slowly being squeezed. You clawed at the hands around your throat, struggling to breathe.

“Naughty. Very naughty girl.” He growled out angrily, pushing you to the floor and he quickly slid off his belt. “Very smart but very stupid girl.”

Your eyes widened as he folded the belt, raising the tough leather over his head. You started pleading even while knowing it was a fruitless effort. You tried to escape in some way, and now he’d punish you for disobeying. When the first strike of the belt hit your stomach, your eyes welled up with tears and you yelped. It didn’t last long—maybe a minute or two at best, but it was some of the worst pain you’ve felt. He left you a sniveling mess on the floor, red welts appearing slowly and blood springing from where your skin had split.

“Next time I suggest you be a little smarter. I should slit your throat for the ruckus you made.” The Grabber said to you, looping the belt around his waist again and muttering something under his breath. “Now I have to talk to him about it.”

“Him?” You hiccuped through tears, looking up at the man who glared at you. He left wordlessly, slamming the door behind him, save for the click of the door lock.

He didn’t lock the door? Not even after this attempt of yours? Did he forget in his rage? You slowly got up, your nerves screaming as your skin stretched as you stood—your stomach and left forearm probably hurt the most. He got you good. As you slowly made your way to the door, your foot knocked into the tray on the floor. Oh right, the food.

You got down on your knees and grabbed a handful of shitty scrambled eggs, stuffing them into your mouth. They weren’t great, hell, these were some of the worst eggs you’ve ever had, but it was better than the taste of hunger. You felt like an animal with how you were eating, and chugging the soda bottle didn’t help your case, but not everyone was perfect. As you wiped your face and kicked the tray off to the side while getting up to get out of this fucking basement the phone rang again. Maybe you died in the beating and this was a dream, but as it kept ringing you were more convinced it wasn’t a dream at all.

“Hello?”

“Don’t go up those stairs.”

“What the fuck? You aren’t Griffin. Why the fuck wouldn’t I try to get out of here?” You sounded bitchy, but you took a moment to think. Who was the other kid that was grabbed before you? “Wait…Billy Showalter?”

“Don’t call me that, and don’t go up the stairs. He’ll beat you with that fucking belt again.”

“If he doesn’t want me to escape then why would he leave the door unlocked?”

“He’s playing ‘Naughty Boy’ with you. I guess it’d be ‘Naughty Girl’ with you but still. You pissed him off just now and he wants to see if you really are as stupid as he thinks.”

“Hey–”

“Listen to me.” His voice was stern and heavy. He was taking no shit. “You already got hit a few times. That’s only a fraction of what his beatings actually feel like. He beats you to death and it hurts real fucking bad”

“What…” You started, choking slightly on your words. What could you do? How could this dead kid help you at all? “What am I supposed to do?”

“Play his sick game differently than he expects. Don’t be naughty. Don’t let him see you doing anything like scratching stuff on the walls or trying to get out of here. He won’t kill you unless he feels like he’s won his little game. You have time. He got me after two weeks, and he got the other one after his first. Poor kid almost got out of here too.”

Griffin almost made it out? He mentioned a lock on the door. It was his lock right? You couldn't help but shudder at the thought of poor Griffin dying violently to such a sick man at such a young age.

“Oh yeah, and there’s a cable hidden under the crack in the walls by the hallway. Use that somehow—don’t let my work be put to waste.”

“You got it, Paperboy.”

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Day 5 and Vance was still looking for you. He’d cut school to scour the streets for the black van or any sign of that fucker’s face. He’d threaten anyone that muttered a slight insult of your or Griffin’s or Billy’s names. He might’ve been an asshole, but he met the sick fucker that kidnapped you guys. He knows how it was out of your guys’ control. Your kindness was your weakness, but he figured the other two probably got tricked the same way. Helping out a stranger that needed help.

“Hey!” Vance heard his dad shout from his car, making the blonde jump. Shit, he’d get in trouble for skipping again. “Come here, Vance!”

Vance slowly trudged over to the family car; a beat up and dark blue 1972 Oldsmobile Cutlass. While Vance might’ve had his tough-guy persona on display constantly he didn’t exactly enjoy being chewed out by his dad, especially not in public. The boy kept his head down, refusing to look up for fear that he’d see the angry look the older man was giving him.

“If you’re gonna skip school to look for your friend, then can you swing by some of the shops and pick up our orders? Your mom would really appreciate it.”

Vance looked up in surprise. He wasn’t going to be yelled at? No anger? Just understanding? He almost didn’t believe it, just nodding in dumbfounded shock. His dad told him the shops needed, gave the blonde a pat on the shoulder, then drove off. After all of this, Vance finally snapped out of it.

“What the fuck?”

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One one last shop to stop by for the day. The utility store. His dad ordered some rope and chain for work, and his mom ordered cleaners for the house. Basic shit he could drag home and then keep looking. That’s how most of Vance’s days went now. Search for you for a while, hit the Grab N Go for pinball then rinse and repeat. Walking into the store, he started talking to one of the cashiers, giving the family’s last name and waiting for the guy to get the bag for him.

As he leaned against the counter and looked around while waiting, some other guy came up to the counter with a shop basket of things. Rope, tape, locks, and a bunch of other what seemed like miscellaneous things. Vance turned his head and looked up at the man, instantly seeming to forget how to breathe. Holy shit. The Grabber was right next to him.

He looked just a little different: he didn’t have his hat or sunglasses on, but the blonde could tell it was definitely him. It was in his face. He’d been looking for days to find this man or any sign of you and it just so happened that the little shopping trip his father sent him on led him directly to what he was looking for.

Vance quickly grabbed the bag of his family’s items and walked out. He needed to make sure he wasn’t easily recognizable as the boy who was with you that day. Lucky for him he wasn’t in his usual denim outfit, going with some black jeans, a wife beater, and an old red-and-tan letterman jacket his dad probably used in high school. Vance rummaged around in his pockets, pulling out a hair tie and pulling his hair back into a messy ponytail-bun kind of thing. He was very rushed, prepared to follow the man secretly.

“I should be a cop at this point.” He scoffed to himself.

The moment the Grabber left the store, Vance was on the hunt. With his hair tied up and his outfit styled in a less messy and more proper way he didn’t look super familiar—hopefully. He almost cussed out loud when the man started walking towards a car parked on the street. Fuck, this just got a lot more difficult. The man threw his bag into the trunk roughly and walked to the driver’s door. Wait—what did he buy again? It was something like rope and tape right? Did he see a hunter’s knife in there too? Fuck. Was he going to kill you today?

Vance moved with urgency, acting like he was also walking to a car close by and acting like he was fumbling with his keys as he waited for the Grabber to leave. He’d follow the car by running after it…or something. Damn, he really didn’t think this through huh? Looking around in urgency, he spotted Bruce Yamada not too far away and lucky for the blonde, he was biking. Taking a glance at the creep not too far away it seemed he was moving shit around in his trunk. Okay, he had time.

“Yamada!”

Bruce braked and looked over at Vance, a mixture of emotions swimming on his face. How else was he gonna react when the kid he could blame for your kidnapping showed up, not to mention looking nothing like himself. What was he doing?

“What do you want, Hopper?”

“Your bike.”

“Excuse me?”

“Give me your bike, Bruce—I’m not gonna steal it, I’ll return it to you, but I need to follow someone?”

Bruce turned away from the blonde, an incredulous look on his face. “What the fuck are you on? You don’t talk to anyone for days, skip school ever since Y/N went missing, and now you randomly start pestering me for my bike? You have a lot of fucking nerve V—“

“I need to follow the fucker that kidnapped your best friend, dipshit!” Vance raised his voice, making sure to keep it low so as to not alert The Grabber.

“What?!”

“Give it. I’ll explain later.” Vance yanked the bike from the raven-haired boy and started off after the car that had just left. Shit, what had he gotten himself into?

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Well alright, someone said yes, so I’ll post the designs

Warning, these are kind of old and not very good art. Or maybe I’m just being self critical, some of it I think still looks neat

Let’s start with the ones that I made look cool and drew both the Stand Human and Human Stand

Unfortunately I could never figure out a Stand design for Okuyasu, so he only has his half done

Why does the lettering actually look kind of cool…like it doesn’t look half assed at all like it normally does. Maybe because I was intentionally trying to make it look cool

I made Joseph a scarf because I remember his scarf being a notable part of his design. Also Hermit Purple was vines, so equal treatment

Giorno looks like that because I recall at the time some people saying how Golden Experience looked like young Haruno but GER looked more like current day Giorno, so I kind of took that idea and made him look like Haruno, though maybe I took things too literal. Also that’s why Oro looks like GER. Also Oro is supposed to have a somewhat unsettling stare, since people say GER looks kind of creepy

Also another thing I want to mention about Polnareff, specifically his name, so that’s not an 80s song, that’s from 2014, it’s the name of a song from a French artist I liked. So realistically it probably wouldn’t be used but I thought it sounded cool. And hey, the song itself samples a Michael Jackson song, so eh?

Anyways, so something I should mention about this style, so at the time I was obsessed with this other artist’s, @droolingdemon style, and I tried desperately to recreate it. I think by this point I just tried to integrate it with my current style, but that’s why the art style looks the way it does. I might make another post about the subject on its own though

Anyways, onto the Chibi style Stand humanizations

I’ll just list some things I remember from their characters

So I did eventually consider turning Purple Haze into a dog, I think specifically a greyhound, but I didn’t know how to draw dogs, so that never happened

Stone Free never takes off those sunglasses and never lets anyone see what she looks like under them. As it turns out, she’s actually blind, and this would be revealed around the snail part in the story (assuming there are still snails), as she’s unaffected, and I believe she’s told to drive a car because of it, but she can’t, and when asked why, she says it’s because she’s blind (and that this was probably a bad time to relay that info)

The three in the last pic are all different characters who end up sharing the same Stand as it gets passed around between them. Whitesnake is part of the prison staff, C-Moon is just an unfortunate young lady who just happens to get stuck with the Stand after something happens to Whitesnake, and Made in Heaven is I think a horse rider who gets the Stand from C-Moon, probably forcibly taking it from her (and she likely dies) as he knows what it is. Also, Whitesnake and Made in Heaven were dating

Oh yeah, also the first Standswap art I did, which was also Chibi style, I just singled it out because of that

Featuring Star Platinum and The World. Not sure I ever found a definitive design for The World, but maybe I did in my sketchbook

Anyways, so then we have some random headshot ones I did

Let’s see, in the first one we have GER looking ominous, Purple Haze, the blushing one is Tusk Act 1, and buns is Ball Breaker. Then for the second one we have Whitesnake, Under World, Killer Queen and Scary Monsters

I believe one thing I did for the Part 7 swap storyline was to have Tusk have a journey of slowly transitioning from a woman as Act 1 to a man as Act 4. I know I’ve drawn Act 4 Tusk but I think it was in my sketchbook, so I cannot show it. Also I believe Ball Breaker was trans too, just male to female, and where Tusk got the idea that you can just be your preferred gender if you want. Also note that at the time, I did not actually really understand how transitioning worked. Though to be honest, I think the main thing was that I didn’t know hormones existed, or that transitioning could be more than just making yourself look like your preferred gender

Anyways, on to Scary Monsters. I believe he rode horseback without a saddle. Also, he started out with one Stand (Dr Ferdinand) but then got another (Diego)

Then with Killer Queen, I believe he was a mute cop. But also secretly a serial killer. Also he might have had a cat like face

And yeah, I think that’s about it, hope you liked it

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where's the rant ???

Alright so rant time: people constantly argue that making a character a transwoman is the same as making them a ciswoman and frankly that’s wrong. I’m sorry but it is. As a small disclaimer: I’m nonbinary and I am in school getting a sociology degree. I will be using sex to refer to biology and gender to refer to otherwise.

Using Tim Drake as an example: the stories you tell with a transgirl or a cisgirl version are incredibly different from each other. Because men and women are socialized drastically different from one another. While the character of Tim Drake (fierce, loyal, hard working, generous, and wanting to do so much good) wouldn’t change so much else about Tim would in either option.

With a transgirl Tim Drake, you have how society would react to her and coming out. I’d also argue that she wouldn’t come out until her teen years because of Jack. No one can tell me that this man would be okay with his kid being a transgirl. You just can’t tell me that. Janet is a toss up because of the limited information we have on her as a character. She however did neglect her kid, and in general I think that as new or old money, whichever you want to use, she would have problems with image, considering that a trans child could go bad for the PR. But even ignoring the parents, a transgirl!Tim would have a totally different story. I expect her story woudl go much like canon for a while until she is able to articulate that she is a girl. Then I expect backlash from people, one of them being Stephanie.

I’m probably in the minority when it comes to my thoughts that Steph is a straight woman who would react to her partner coming out as a woman badly because ‘what does that say about ME?!’ I won’t go into my issues with Steph. Others have done it way better but I do think that she and Tim both messed up their relationship even if frankly most of the blame is on Steph’s feet. BUT ANYWAYS: Tim coming out would cause issues there. A harsh reaction is never great for a baby trans kid and I can see Tim retreating as Steph goes off to complain to someone like Babs. Who I then think would be upset with Steph for outing Tim. Baba then acts as a pillar for Tim who slowly can come out on her own terms. Bruce and Dick I don’t think would have an issue and Jason? Let’s be real: Jason wouldn’t give a fuck in the sense it’s “okay wait, girl? Okay… I’ll still beat the shit out of you”.

The media would pitch a fit and I think that YJ would become closer over this, but I also think that there will be backlash from other members of the cape community. There just isn’t a way there wouldn’t be because while sure a lot are accepting you can’t tell me everyone is. Also the rouges. Unless Bruce asks Tim to pretend to be a guy still which… OUCH. I feel that is on brand and also something Tim would struggle so much with but want to obey while everyone is yelling at Bruce.

Then a transitioning Tim when her father wakes up probably wouldn’t go back to him because I doubt his reaction is a good one, and so she stays with Bruce. Probably becoming adopted. She and Cass would bond and I can see Tim developing further and becoming more confident as time goes on. She is less confident as Robin as she is not allowed to be herself.

The Damian and I’m torn. On one hand: I kind of like the idea that the League are all assholes but they also are chill with queer people cause Ra’s is creepy with canon Tim. In the other this is something he can attack Tim over and I doubt he’d give up the chance the little psycho.

So… Damian would be a thorn but I think that Dick steps in way more here because ‘baby assassin trying to kill Tim since he doesn’t know better’ is very different then ‘a transphobic kid being a shit to Tim’. Sad but true.

Tim’s story drastically changes by being a transgirl and it’s one that is VASTLY different then being a ciswoman because Tim still was socialized as a boy from birth. There is still a level of privilege she got from birth that a ciswoman doesn’t. People would react to her being trans in multiple ways such as denial or disgust.

But a cisgirl!Tim? Well…

People expect different things from the sexes. Women are supposed to be soft, gentle, not to loud and are supposed to be kind. Boys get to be demanding and loud and smart and rough.

Tim as a girl would have Jack and Janet reacting differently. It’s a personal headcanon for me that Jack imposes a lot of his traits onto Tim as a boy because ‘it’s my son and he is thus like me’. A girl though he’d expect to be a ‘cute and soft girl who is there for me to pull out of the closest’ because frankly the guy who willing marries someone not even a decade older then his kid who uses to be his physical therapist is a LOSER who would. Janet is again a toss up but I feel she’d have more of an impact for this Tim as being a woman in buisness or archeology is a field she had to climb and claw her way through. Things she would then pass on to her daughter.

Women are expected to be feminine and gentle. I’m actually fond of a girly fem!Tim compared to others, but I think it’s more of a punk girly then not. Janet totally would have weaponized her femininity in a way Tim tries to mimic. Dresses, soft smiles, doe eyes but a sharp mind about to rip you apart. Her interests in photography would be dismissed as ‘artsy girl’ and she’d be put into ballet or gymnastics with some comments over martial arts.

Women will have people talk about them if they do anything out of the ordinary. They aren’t supposed to ride skateboards or things because that’s what boys are expected to do. They aren’t supposed to like climbing things or other shit.

Tim as someone born a girl, and as either new money or old money, would be expected to have certain traits a boy is allowed to not have. So without a doubt she had etiquette lessons and dance lessons and anything else her mother might have decided were useful because Jack wouldn’t have noticed anything. Even if it’s cause Janet got mocked by people for not knowing I can’t see Tim not having these lessons.

Tim who has a great mask and who keeps her lives seperate this would have her high society mask, her vigilante mask, her public self and her real self because girls are still expected to act a certain way in public. Any interest that deviates form what society expects is brushed off as ‘she’s trying to be unique’ or ‘tomboy’ or ‘fitting in with the boys’.

We finally get to Robin now because Tim is still Tim and I don’t doubt she would do the same thing, fight to become Robin, but with this comes it’s own problems. Threats of sexual assault, comments about being a girl, crude comments about opening her legs or how she fights: all of these would follow her. We can go: some rouges are nice all we want but not all of them are.

Then we have Stephanie and that relationship is already drastically changed because Stephanie again is straight, and I think that Tim would be able to connect to Steph much better as a girl. I still think it wouldn’t be the healthiest of friendships because of everything but I also think that Tim being a girl while having hard lines is very different from a boy with boundaries because Steph knows as a girl what it’s like to have boundaries. She would feel bad for breaking them compared to ‘Tim is upset I found out his identity boohoo why is he upset with me?’.

We have Dick to and I’m going to be real honest: I think Dick is sexist enough to make assumptions of Tim. He doesn’t have issues with women but in general he’s a bit of a douche bag (sleeping with Babs while inviting her to his wedding with Kori anyone?) that he would put some expectations on this Tim related to being a girl. Of course Tim tosses those out of the water and I think he’d adapt but still: Dick is just… I think he’s the guy who puts a lot of stock into blood relations more then we know (ala Damian) and that he’s got a few assumptions about the Robin title along with thoughts on girls.

Bruce is… I think his expectations would be similar to canon with an emphasis on her being a girl. He knows competent women but in his world most of the female heroes are super powered or criminals, with Barbara being a shining example of a non-powered hero who got hurt. He’s going to compare it. I think it would either be worse then canon or he’s going to shove her off on female heroes more because he isn’t sure how to handle her.

Barbara as well I think is closer then canon to Tim being a girl and sort of the Batfam early compared to Stephanie. I actually think Babs would be a lot more posessive of Tim because of this, but this miiiight just be me. I know Tim and Cass would be incredibly close as well much like canon.

Jason and Damian though? Okay so I’ll be blunt: Jason is the kind of guy who is a feminist and supports woman’s rights but has a few issues with women he’s never been able to articulate. Society would press on him women are supposed to be fantastic mothers who put their families first and then he gets Sheila and Catherine. And while Catherine may have loved him society says she’s a terrible mother. Then we have Talia and no matter what the ‘sleeping together’ thing is fucked up. It just IS. So Jason has issues. However I think said issues being thrown into his face would make him stop short. Yet his reaction to a girl taking the mantle is one that would be… tricky as hell.

Damian? Damian is sexist and could go one of four ways: a) canon, b) WORSE then canon, c) dismissive and arrogant assuming she is just there to be trained and would be shoved out of the role as soon as he’s there no need to fight which turns into canon reaction when she isn’t or d) an assumption she’s there as a bride for someone. Because frankly it is something I can see him assuming. Bruce training a girl much like how Dick/Jason was trained so eventually they would marry to be solid heirs. The LoA is messed up and Talia might be a woman but she was raised there so there’s probably a ‘exception to the rule’ mentality with her. And I can see Damian either then: deciding he would be Tim’s groom as the true heir to the Bat or he would go: well time to marry her off now.

Either works. He’d still be violent and cruel towards her but that’s just Damian in general until he mellows out.

I think losing Robin in this world would be much more of a blow for Tim because of the sexism she’s faced. Being the lesser Robin for being a girl, how people reacted to her being feminine, seeing how Dick so easily tosses her aside for a male child. How people probably would go: yes! A good Robin finally! Or how his more violent reaction probably gets praised over her. Mixed in with the dismissal of Bruce being alive which feels worse as women are always getting dismissed by people and Tim lashes out harder then in canon.

We then come back to Babs because there’s only two ways she can react: canon or she goes ‘I’ll listen for real as I know the guys suck at listening to the girls’ and making her decisions that way. (And let’s be real Babs would know. Give me more female solidarity in comics and not the weird catty crap we get otherwise)

We then have canon happen with Ra’s being just as creepy mixed with a lot more sexism on her world tour.

One thing I do think would happen like canon is Tim realizing she’s bisexual when Fem!Bernard comes along and gets her thinking about it because girls are allowed to be touchy with each other so her not knowing is twice as likely.

These stories are VASTLY different from one another and the assumption that they wouldn’t be is insulting. Yes, transwomen are women but there’s still a huge difference in a story about either of them. Both these stories have very different thoughts and reactions from characters.

Just pretending that they’re one in the same is wrong. And pretending there’s a moral high ground when you claim they are is just being a dick.

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[jackfrombaskinrobbins]

clint barton as your older brother headcanons :)

type of writing: headcanons / scenario

word count: 685

request: yes / no

original request: "Hi! I love your teen avenger series so far, it's amazing! Do you think you could do headcanons for being Clint Barton's younger sibling? Thanks ❤"

dynamic: clint barton x younger sibling!reader

characters: clint barton, a little barney barton as well, maybe some kate bishop, lucky the pizza dog ofc

a/n: THIS TOOK ME SO LONG IT'S NOT EVEN FUNNY IM SORRY :( but tysm for it!! gotta love clint barton :D also, requests are open, so send an ask any time!

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having clint barton as a big brother really prepared you for anything

and when i say anything i mean anything

he once snuck up on you while you were at the grocery store

IT WAS SO MEAN OMG

like he literally hid behind one of those displays of chips

and then jumped out when you passed him

he was fr laughing so hard

then this old lady told him that he was rude so he got what he deserved

when it was just clint and barney, barney made clint learn sign language so that he would communicate with him

and so when you were born, barney was determined to have you learn it too

little did he know, clint had discovered bad words.

one thing led to another, and let’s just say the sign language clint taught you didn’t exactly mean what he told you it meant

barney was so mad omg but it was so funny

i feel like clint likes to invite you and barney over for dinner

not that barney comes bc that man is out doing who knows what

but he always gets pizza

like every single time he gets pizza

and he buys way too much

you once asked if he could get something else

and then once you got to his place, there was pizza on the table

smh

an important part of your relationship is that whenever you’re around, lucky ignores clint and only listens to you

and he gets super annoyed

like he’ll try EVERYTHING to get his dog back

but it doesn’t work :) 

you also have a really good relationship with kate

the two of you meet for coffee every once in a while just to gossip about clint

because let’s face it, the only person who has more blackmail on that guy is barney

i think clint would be a pretty protective older brother

he definitely calls just to check in on you

except sometimes he’ll call and do voices

i feel like clint would do a lot of voices

like celebrity impressions or accents

and so you’ll answer the phone and he’ll be trying to sound like bruce springsteen or something

and it’s always a really bad impression too

but he’ll try to have you guess and then he’ll tell you what it was after

and you always go “oh ok. i definitely heard that. yep.”

and then he just hangs up.

but he always calls back don’t worry :) 

clint also frequents antique shops.

but he doesn’t buy stuff for himself because he knows he’ll break it

so he swings by your place a lot with the most random stuff

sometimes it’s cool

like one time he gave you this lamp that looked like a taxi sign

but then once he gave you one of those really creepy baby dolls

from like the forties or something

and he just dropped it off by your door and ran away

and then he sent you a text like “check the front door…”

IT SCARED YOU SO BAD

you called him to yell at him but he wasn’t listening because he was laughing so hard 

you have a lot of eating competitions

barney used to take the two of you out to eat when you were younger, and you would both get four ice cream sundaes

and barney would just roll his eyes because he knew what was coming

you’d try to eat them as fast as possible

it usually ended with someone getting sick or with ice cream all over their clothes

and barney would just be sitting there, eyes closed, wishing he didn’t have such weird younger siblings

but don’t worry, he secretly loved the two of you :)

i like to think you knit and crochet stuff for clint a lot

and at the time he won’t look that excited but then he’ll wear it every chance he gets

you made him this purple hat thing and he literally won’t take it off

but he has to find something wrong with it, so he says it’s not warm enough

but you know that’s a lie!!

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Five nights

Pairing: nightguard! Eddie munson x animatronic! reader x animatronic! Steve harrington

Mentions: animatronics, fnaf, angst, good ending

Uhhhhhh I was on my crack head bullshit when I thought of this

It’s kinda long but like it’s also kinda good

Eddie wished he could say he was excited to work at the only pizzeria in town but in all honesty he was scared shirtless he’d head about the weird happenings that went on in the run down pizzeria. He shoved all that anxiety down though because the pay was just to good for him to pussy out now.

When he entered the dingy office he already got the feeling of something or someone watching him. He brushed it off as the phone began ringing, he took a deep breath before pressing the speaker button “hello! Wow you made it!” He got heebeejeebies from how gruff this man sounded over the phone “just to warn you the animatronics do get a bit, restless, at night” restless? Shouldn’t they be in power down mode? He thought before shaking his head and continuing to explore the small office picking up a tablet that showed feed from a few different cameras “anyway that should be it” before Eddie could say anything the line went dead “shit” he cursed running his fingers through his hair “hopefully he didn’t say anything to important” he mumbled.

The night was slow, there were a few creaks and groans but he just chalked it up to it just being an old building. Until he heard something, it was faint but he could swear he heard what sounded like a lullaby followed by a soft voice saying “go back to sleep it’s been a long day” come from one of the cameras he was quick to pick up the tablets clicking through each feed trying to find out who was speaking and where the music was coming from.

Then he landed on you, he would’ve mistaken you for human if not for the speaker on your chest and the doll like joints that sat where your elbows and knees would be. He screamed when your eyes looked up towards the camera like you could see him “shh” you said putting a finger to your lips before manipulating the camera to show one of the main stage animatronics missing from their spot. “Shit shit shit” he whispered hastily as he checked the cameras finally finding the animatronic known as Robin in the left hallway closest to the office. “Jesus that’s so fucking creepy” he mumbles shakily in regards to how human she looks. Then he heard it again the same lullaby followed by the soft voice saying “cmon Robin aren’t you sleepy? Let’s go back to sleep.” He watched in surprise as Robin turned and started walking back towards the main stage.

“Who are you” he questioned through the cameras microphone once he was sure Robin was back in her place “I’m a babysitter, part of a duo” a duo? Then who- it was like someone was reading his thoughts as another animatronic stepped into view. He was missing an eye and was covered in rust or maybe dried blood though he couldn’t really tell. “This is Steve, though the kids used to call him Stevie” a look of what he thought was sadness crossed over you and Steve’s features, though he wasn’t sure how that was possible because last time he checked robots don’t have emotions.

Before he could ask anything else 6am had rolled around and the day guard was there to take over his shift. Before he left he checked the cameras one last time only to see you and Steve missing like you two weren’t even there in the first place.

The second night was a bit more hectic even during the phone call the animatronics were already moving around. He was quick to slam the safety doors just barely avoiding Jonathan or Robin entering the office from both sides. “Are you there” he asked through the camera where you were last night “you returned” he heard your soft voice say as you came into view “can you please help me” he pleaded as he quickly shut the door on Jonathan “of course” you replied then he heard it the familiar lullaby followed by your soft voice saying “you not your not suppose to be up Jonathan aren’t you sleepy? what would Will think? Why don’t you go back to your stage” he felt instant relief as Jonathan turned and began walking back down the hallway.

“So what did you use to do” he asked as he kept his eyes on Billy’s cove getting a terrible feeling in his gut. “I used to play lullabies for the babies” you have a soft smile on your face as spoke about it “I was specially made to be soft and warm to simulate a mothers embrace” you turn your head to look at someone off camera, he guesses it’s Steve by the way your smile widens “did you know Steve and I used to do a magic show” Eddie’s quickly shut the door in Robins face but continued listening to your story “I had a special compartment in my hand that when a little kid would step up I would act like I found candy from behind their ear” you took a seat keeping your gaze on the camera as Steve came into view “Steve was also able to serve icecream” he smiled at the way you gently took Steve’s in yours “the kids loved us” then your expression darkens “but then something bad happened”

Before he could question you further he heard what sounded like heavy boots running down the hallway to his left “Quick” you cried “he’s coming!” He was quick to slam the door falling back in fear when there were three loud bands followed by a gruff man’s voice saying “LET ME IN” before hearing the heavy footsteps receding back down the hall. “Jesus Christ” he panted as he shakily picked him self up off the floor “who was that” he asked you “that was Billy, he’s always angry, even my lullabies don’t work on him” he shuddered and took a deep breath “he even broke poor Steve’s eye” you frown as you caress under where Steve’s eye once was. The rest of the night was spent listening to your different lullabies and wondering about the bad thing that happened until 6am rolled around.

The next couple of nights went pretty much the same, avoid Billy’s wrath, make sure Jonathan, Robin and Nancy don’t get in and listen to your comforting lullabies that seemed to soothe the other animatronics as well as him. Then something weird happened your lullaby became distorted and slow, it seemed to cause the animatronics to become erratic. Robin and Jonathan were quicker, Billy was stronger, and Nancy was crazed. He had begged you to stop for you to snap out of knowing if you didn’t he could kiss his ass goodbye. It wasn’t until Steve spoke up by saying “come back to us sunshine” in a raspy voice that you finally snapped out of it turning off your demented lullaby “Eddie I- I did it again didn’t I” before he could say anything the camera feed went dead and he didn’t hear from you for the rest of the night.

It was his final night and he refused to leave without answers, he was gonna hunt you down if he had to but it didn’t seem he had to go far because there you sat in his office “s-sweetheart” he questioned walking towards you slowly, you turned your head towards him “hi Eddie” wow you looked even more human up close minus a few wires poking out and the speaker on your chest. He took a seat across from you eyes studying your features “it’s time you know what happened that day” you mumble “it was like every other day Steve and I were putting a magic show on” he nodded along while keeping an eye on the cameras.

Steve had made his way into the office taking a seat beside you as you continued your story “for some reason I had a database of all the kids names, I remember them even now, there was Will, Dustin, Mike, Lucas, El, and Max” when you said the last name you squeezed your eyes shut. “Max volunteered for the magic trick, I was gonna make candy appear and then” you almost sounded choked up “everything went dark, and when I came to the kids were screaming, and- and there was blood on my hands and Max, poor little Max, so much blood” Eddie swallowed thickly but kept quiet “after that Steve and I got put into storage deemed to dangerous to keep performing” if you could cry you would’ve been already “I would never hurt the kids, he made me do it” your voice cracked as Steve tried to comfort you “I never meant to hurt her, you have to believe me” Eddie just stood up and sat beside you rubbing your back gently “I believe you sweetheart”

When 6am rolled around Eddie played it as cool as possible as he started to walk out of the pizzeria like their weren’t two stolen animatronics sitting in the back of his van “bud see ya” he called out to the day guard who only because him a grunt. He rushes out to his van peeling out of the parking lot. When he was sure he was far enough away he looked back at you and Steve who were watching the passing scenery with what he could guess was child like wonder.

“Where should we go to first” he asks when he reaches a stop light “we’ve never seen the outside of the pizzeria before so please surprise us” your soft voice murmured as you made your eye up to the front while Steve continued looking out the window. “Thank you Eddie” you smile as you lean over to press a light kiss to the metal heads cheek “for what sweetheart” he says with a blush on his cheeks “for freeing us” you take his hand gently giving it a squeeze “anything to keep you two by my side” Eddie coos before speeding down the road not knowing what the future holds.

#stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie st4 #eddie munson stranger things #eddie stranger things #eddie my beloved #steve harrington #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader x eddie munson #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington my beloved #steddie stranger things #steddie x reader #steddie

[lionessfics]

Possessive Itachi x reader age gap?!?

So I'm not sure how much of an age gap is feasible since Itachi is on the younger side in canon and my reader is never a minor as we are all consenting adults here. I also tend to be on the vague side on how old exactly the reader is to have it be as flexible and immersive as possible so I'm going to write this and see if I get it to come across a little younger on the reader's side, however keep in mind that they are still of consenting age and not a minor. Not that this one ended being up spicy, but I thought this would be good to say just in general. Please let me know if you'd like a part two since this one stayed SFW!

Content Warnings: Not much this time around, just a guy being creepy to a reader who can't get away and some general PG violence.

“Is there anything else I can help you with today?” You asked the person in front of you who you had been helping for the last fifteen minutes, beaming with your best customer service smile. They waved you away with a small smile of their own and a quiet thank you, letting you get back to your work.

You had barely turned around to head off when a man stepped up to you, “I could use some help, sweetheart.”

The smile froze on your face, “Sure… What can I help you with today?” He didn’t seem to notice how much you had tensed, instead he was encouraged by your job-required niceness as he leaned back against the aisle shelving with his arm propped up on a shelf as he posed and preened while you watched uncomfortably.

“Well, I can’t seem to find the aisle where I would get a date with a pretty girl, think you can point me in the right direction?” He smirked as he waited for your reaction.

“Dates are in the produce aisle and we don’t sell pretty girls here, sir, unless you’d like to check the toy section for a Barbie,” you deadpanned, your smile still glued in place. You got to watch the rare treat of a creep’s brain short-circuiting from your unexpected response. His face went from shock to understanding to anger in 2.6 seconds as he realized his pick up line had not worked.

“Uh, thanks, but, um, I- uh,” he tripped over his own tongue as he reigned in his frustration and tried again, “How about movies? There’s this great one playing tonight and I hate going alone…”

Finally, your smile dropped as you opened your mouth to reject him yet again when you were stopped by a familiar arm wrapping around your waist, the slender but strong hand tipped with neat black painted nails coming to rest on your middle as warmth pressed against your back. “Is this man bothering you, my dear,” Itachi’s cool, deep voice sent a shiver down your spine as you quickly shook your head.

“No, he was just asking where something was in the store and answered him, we were already done with our conversation,” you tilted your head up to catch Itachi’s eye, but all of his attention was on the now angry looking man. And even though you had tried to give him another out, the creep continued to dig his own grave.

“Hey! Find your own girl, man! This one is mine!” He took a step forward trying to be intimidating.

Itachi didn't even react to the man as his other hand came up to push some of your hair back behind your ear so he could see more of your face as he asked, "Is your shift over? Are you ready to go home?" Before you had time to answer, the creep, red in the face and mad that he was being ignored, lunged forward to grab you, his fingers just grazing your sleeve. Suddenly, you were pushed to the side, out of his reach, and he dropped to his knees with a shout of pain, Itachi's pale hand twisting his arm and wrist into a position that threatened to pull the whole limb from its socket. Itachi's quiet and scary voice cut through the man's pained whimpers, "Unless you'd prefer I break your arm, I suggest you leave my girlfriend alone and never bother her again. I won't be so nice next time."

He then released the creep's arm, letting him scramble away at top speed as Itachi watched with dark eyes and his back to you. Sighing softly, relieved that the whole ordeal was now over with none the worse for wear, you reached out and closed your fingers around the bottom hem of his shirt, gently tugging to get his attention, "Thank you, Itachi... He wouldn't leave me alone."

"You're welcome, my dear," he turned to look at you, catching your outstretched hand in his own, "Let's get you home, I have a little lesson to teach you."

"Oh? Like self defense?" You looked up him in confusion as he smiled unexpectedly.

"No, you seem to need a little reminder of who you belong to. Don't think I didn't notice you trying to give him an out, not once but twice. I won't have you protecting other men, especially creeps that don't deserve it," his fingers tightened around yours, starting to tug you out of the aisle to leave as you swallowed hard, a small shiver of anticipation rolling down your spine as you followed him out of the store.

#itachi #itachi x reader #naruto fanfiction #naruto #uchiha #itachi uchiha #itachi fanfiction

[mochii-evelaand]

Mere Thoughts

In Comte's mansion where historical figures have been revived, someone was a little too off in the library. While mismatched eyes stared at the lapis lazuli blue sky, little dots giving beauty and colour to the ink in the sky, he sighed. He wasn't tired, not sad either. But, he was rather.. frustrated by 'mere thoughts' as he called them. Of course, curiosity and frustration was something he had never witnessed, not until those clear blue eyes and that soft smile entered his life.

Charles, the person and the first ever to suddenly hog his mind, like fog spreading atop of a mountain, completely blinding people from seeing what's infront of them. Now, the real question which he seemed serious about is "How long will this continue on?" It's impossible to stop thinking about it.

To think, and to actually be blinded by a man child? Someone with muave hair and a childish look? A soft smile that can make someone giddy and melt inside? The soft gaze that can make you do anything even if it's embarrassing? Since when did he ever get those utterly dirty thoughts? He wasn't someone who got easily distracted, not someone to fall in love in just a mere sight either. But, these questions plus the one above bothered him to no end!

He knew Charles was someone who can easily get taken advantage of, someone that Vlad had wrapped around his pinkie finger, a mere pawn with no use other than entertainment. Like a puppet, he cannot say no, but he also doesn't like someone saying no to him. Always has a happy smile, yet it seems to be even more soft, genuine with hope when stared into his mismatched eyes.

Of course, most of the residents like Theodorus, Isaac, Jean, and Leonardo found him.. a little too creepy. But, he actually isn't anything but a mere man who knows magic. What is his magic ability you may ask? Being able to read through anyone. Yet, he didn't seem to understand why he couldn't figure out Charles, even though anything he feels flashes in his eyes. Any emotion, anything!

His chest seems to twinge, as if warning he's close to finding out, but what is it that he's trying to find out. He was lost, a stack of paper work that Comte gave him so he can help untouched, the whole library sparkling from how much he cleaned it to try and clear his mind. Was it obsession? What is making him feel so.. happy to see Charles smile. He doesn't deserve that smile! He's a fucking demon, literally beat up Shakespeare to a pulp, and for what? Insulting him for three days.

"What are you think about, Amdis?" He seemed a little startled at the voice the broke his thoughts, Leonardo, the most unexpected guest holding two bourbon glasses of wine, and a confused expression. Now... is he going to let that old looking cat man answer his worries? Yes, he was too desperate and wanted relief, to understand this weird feeling.

And thus, now quietly drinking with the brunette. "I'm frustrated." He came clean, taking down the whole glass in one go. Whisky eyes that swirled seemed to become more curious, taking a long sip before asking. "Why?" And Amdis can only get more bothered. "This weird feeling in my chest... it's like I have depression, but it completely disappears and turns fuzzy when I see someone...." The polymath's seemed to guess why, but encouraged him to speak further by asking, "Who?" Amdis's eyes seemed to fall down on the desk, feeling something tingling on his cheeks and ears, almost burning. "...Charles.." It came out in a mere whispery whine, almost like a plea.

"Can you repeat that?" Leonardo asked in shock of the embarrassed expression on his face, taking a sip of his wine like tea, almost as if he was gossiping with Comte. "Charles.." He paused, looking into wide whisky eyes. "He keeps repeating in my head like a hypnotic cycle! I feel my.. face burn but I don't why, and I can't get him out of my head. Is this a disease? Is there a cure to this? And this fuzzy feeling keeps getting warmer when I'm around him. Even his smile makes me shiver. Is this obsession? What is this? I don't like it!" He let out a sigh, his flushing a deeper shade of pink. The polymath was STUNNED and completely in utter shock. Le man was shooketh.

Amdis couldn't help but let out all the questions he thought about, wondering if he should've said this and didn't say that. But, there was no time for regret. This feeling has made a giant hole in his chest, and it's starting to become too much. Maybe, those were mere thoughts! Yes, just thoughts about how cute a man can be, and how genuine their smile is and can easily make him into putty. What this some sort of curse? He's completely defeated.

"Well." Leonardo paused to take a sip. "The reason why your face tingles.. is because you're embarrassed. Now, you do realise that's an obsession and also love?" He froze, his head slowly turning with a shocked look. "Love? I mean, I guessed obsession but love? How, when, what, and how is it possible?" His multiple stapled questions made the polymath unamused, drinking as he tried not get a headache from him, which wasn't something that ever happened considering he's a quiet man.

"Love comes at any time. It doesn't have a certain reason as to why, it just hits you when you least expect it."

"I think you misunderstood something." He paused, but the polymath didn't guess why. His mismatched eyes had a predatory look, believing it was shock. "Do you think Charles, an ANGEL, the Saint of the castle can possibly fall in love with a circus freak like me? I'm the most unwanted creature in the world. Imagine seeing a cute puppy walking next to a fucking tiger! And no, I'm saying that I'm as strong or fierce or any of that! It's who in their right mind would do that?! What is Charles? A fucking psychopath addict?"

"Calm down. Charles has feelings for you, too."

"I told you he wouldn't li- ....Sorry? What did you say?"

"He likes you. He doesn't shut up about you."

"I appreciate you trying to comfort me.. but this is a little to far."

"I'm not joking. Even when Charles comes to visit Vincent the main reason was to see you. Don't you notice him always around you? Or his change of act?"

"No.. I may be very perceptive... but Charles is actually an enigma to me. I have certain emotions that I do not understand. I learned about Happiness from a book, something I felt with Charles...."

"Go visit him then. Confess to him." Another voice broke in, Chartreuse-coloured eyes meeting his mismatched one's. The hedonistic nobleman, Comte, joining in on the scene. With a gentle smile, and an extra cup of wine on a tray. Another wave of embarrassment hit him like a rock, his face flushing a deep red. His lips were a little broken as he made an upside smile, his eyes wrinkling as he fixated his gaze on the wooden table.

"T-that-that.. I-... H.." He was completely broken, eyes going wide as he tried to form a word, anything, and failing miserably. confessing? CONFESSING? Where is he going to, the fucking Church? How can he do that? Why can he not do that? Why is he likes this. He fisted his hand, slamming it on the table as paper's flew down to the ground with a gentle sound. He folded his arms on the table, burying his face in his folded arms, and wishing for a hole to swallow him.

Of course, the image of Charles suddenly appeared, letting out an annoyed whine. "I caaaaan't! It's so.. like.. what was it?! The.."

"Embarrassed?" The two spoke in one voice, watching in awe at his state of head and words.

"Yeah, that! It's too embarrassing.." He whined again, looking at Comte with lidded eyes. Tonight wasn't something he ever expected, not confessing to the two parents of the mansion, but knowing he's in love, and it's scary.

#charles henri sanson #ikevamp #ikevamp charles #ikemen vampire #i tried my best #please forgive me for any spelling mistakes! I'm new to writing #Should I write something smutty?

[thephantomcasebook]

These fans are mad that the writers are lame af because ain't no way they've never imagined they wouldn't do characters dirty for no reason before lol

In all honesty ...

I've never seen anyone or anything get so goddamn feral, so quickly, in my life, than the HOTD fandom did.

We all sort of eased back into the franchise at first after being incredibly let down and betrayed. Then from 1x03-1x05 it was like being a part of the GOT fandom again with funny memes and joking around. People slowly falling in love with Alicent and kinda liking young Rhaenyra. All of us agreeing that Matt Smith is a great actor.

Then, around 1x06 to current day, everyone just lost their goddamn mind.

Suddenly there's this weird cult like hate or adoration of Alicent. Fucking Rhaenyra stans out here screaming the condoning for the murder of children and the need for it. You can't even praise Jaehaera - a sweet and innocent little girl - and wish that she get better treatment without some creepy losers shitting themselves in anger over it.

I was on discord earlier and I was showing them the kind of deranged asks that people send into my inbox and it was a large topic of conversation between people - some who may or may not work on HOTD in some capacity or another - about the level of vitriol and rage that cropped up out of absolutely nowhere.

Reddit is a hive of buzzing angry hornets at the best of times, but the level of hatred and anger in the ASoIaF fandom is just unreal and everyone who is a fan and even people who work on the show are noticing it.

I've got this major fucking loser we were making fun of today who is so fucking pissed off because I have a pet theory of A+C=D and they're so angry and offended by it that they hate read my blog and act like one of those sad pathetic "Reply guys" on twitter at every post.

There's also this person who we tracked down and whose blog we all had a good laugh at reading, who sends absolute vitriolic asks because they refuse to believe that Jessica Brown Findlay was originally cast to play Alys Rivers. There is all sorts of evidence from both Olivia Cooke and Phia Saban following her on Instagram, to the head costume designer and several directors from season 2 following her on instagram, to her even liking several instagram posts from the Costume Designer about cast fittings before someone on twitter noticed and she unliked everything.

But still, this person truly believes that if she "Stans" the replacement actress for Alys, that she's somehow a good and righteous person that can claim internet points for being the first stan.

And I think that's the weird part about this whole thing with fandom that we were talking about.

There's people in this fandom, on Twitter and Reddit, that somehow equate their favs to be linked to some sort of real life virtue. That there some sort of moral equivalency test to liking an aspect or character of this goddamn show. And if you fail it or don't line up you're not just against the tribe, you're all and all evil.

And it's so fucking wild how a fandom went from fun crank theories about Varys being a Mermaid to being evil and awful, because, you talked to someone who was around the volume for Pre-viz who heard something at lunch and you relay what they heard to someone who asked what the word is in the gossip mills these days.

Even when you preface and epilogue the post with it being a rumor and probably not true, they still gnash their teeth and post on Twitter and Reddit trying to get a hate mob together to come after your blog.

Mutha'fucker, I'm a 33 year old man who has been shot at and been in life or death fist fights with dudes twice my size.

All I have to do to kick your ass is ignore an app for a few days while I finish a chapter and watch retro anime and Downton Abbey.

Either way, it's crazy out here, Nonny.

Get strapped and stay vigilante, the hoard of rage zombies are out in force.

#House of the Dragon #Alicent Hightower #Aemond Targaryen #Criston Cole #Alys Rivers #Rhaenyra Targaryen #Daemon Targaryen #Aegon II Targaryen

[p-artsypants]

Blurb #35

Halfway there!

I'm going to try to share 70 blurbs from my WIPs and unfinished fics to celebrate reaching 70 posted fics! To help with this endeavor, please feel free to send me a word or a fandom you know I write for, and I'll share the blurb. IDK if I'll get 70 prompts, but let's try it! Send as many as you want!

The sound of the engine echoed as they trudged onward. No one dared to speak.

It was a whole other story when they came to the inside of the valley. Perfectly preserved from time and weather, was a small town. Cars from the sixties parked on the street. Houses lined the road, all boarded up. The plants around the area were long and tall, but it looked completely abandoned.

“Is anyone else getting a creepy vibe here?”

There was a slow nod from everyone else in the car. Soos continued down the street, while everyone else glanced around in awe and wonder. While everyone else was distracted, Robbie hopped out of the truck bed and darted behind a long shrub. He pulled up his hood, and then, without warning, he leapt out in front of the truck, shrieking.

Soos slammed on what he thought was the brakes, but accidentally hit the gas. Robbie narrowly jumped out of way, while Soos braked. The sudden change in speed flung Thompson off the truck and onto the windshield, which shattered. Soos swerved, jumped the curb, and hit a nearby tree. Thompson rolled of the hood.

“Oh man! That was awesome!” Robbie laughed. “I really got you! You’re such a dope!”

“Dude!” Soos shouted. He leapt from the driver’s seat and ran to the front of this car. “My car!”

Dipper and Mabel got out and looked at the damage as well. “Is it okay?” The male twin asked.

“Forget the truck! Look at Thompson!” Mabel called.

The teen was holding the his head while a thin layer of blood covered the side of his face. “Oh…what happened?”

“Robbie was being an idiot, like usual,” Wendy glared at the attacker.

“Hey, I was just having some fun!” The goth teen argued back.

“Fun at other people’s expenses isn’t fun at all!” Lee stated.

Soos popped the hood and a cloud of smoke floated up. “Oh dude…”

“Looks like we’re stuck here for a while,” Wendy observed.

“Way to go, Robbie!” Nate said, knocking him upside the head.

“Yeah, genius!”

“Hey it’s not my fault that Soos has bad reflexes!”

“No! It is your fault!” Wendy poked him hard in the chest. “We’re stuck here and Thompson is hurt because of you!”

“I’m fine…” Thompson protested, wincing at the obvious lie.

Wendy sighed and pinched her nose. “Okay look, this is what we’re going to do. Soos and Thompson are going to stay with the truck. Mabel, Dipper, and I are going to look for tools so we can salvage parts from these old cars. Nate, Lee, you guys are going to find food for us. There’s no telling how we’re going to be here. Tambry and Robbie, you guys look for bandages and antiseptic for Thompson.”

“I took a first aid class for my elective last year,” the teen girl stated as she looked at her phone. “Also, there’s weak signal here, but none of my calls have been successful.”

“Great!" Said Robbie, “I can’t believe you boneheads roped me into this.”

“It would have been better if you hadn’t even come in the first place!” Dipper interjected. “All you ever do is complain and you’re the world’s biggest jerk!”

“Whoa Dipper, calm down.” Wendy placed a hand on his shoulder. “Dr. Funtimes keeps a cool head.”

Dipper sighed. “Just…don’t mess this up…” He turned on his heel and started storming off in a random direction. Mabel followed quickly behind.

“Texts might work, but if not…just scream. Lets all meet back here in an hour.”

#fanfiction #gravity falls #melonheads #70 for 70 celebration

[averysexyleon]

Is there a reason the way you write Miranda is so, idk how to say, lustful? Is it because to give off that 'bad folkloric creature' vibes? If so, it is working well lol, she really gives off that vibes in your story, especially her being a shapeshifter already adds it more!!

AKSHUALLY it's just because I'm a freak

kidding

uh YEAH the shapeshifting helps me "see" her that way. I can only imagine the effed up things she's done as "other" people because huhuhuhu

I just am really in love with her and she seems so vampy and idk there's something about her that makes me think she is that way? Lustful.

I try not to deviate from canon with all characters, but I try to flesh them out in ways that make sense. For Ethan it's showing his anxiety and trauma, but also showing him being a good dad, and a badass, and a bit "dense" and sometimes sarcastic...for Karl fleshing him out is making him more "handyman" and giving him this secret relationship with an outcast group (roma) and adding to his feral lumberjack in the forest vibes. giving the story MORE without changing the essence that capcom gave in the game. That goal may not always be exactly hit but it's always my goal haha.

miranda is the same, it just ended up that my "vision" or "feeling" for her kinda turned into her being a sexual creature. She tells Ethan that his "use as a lab rat" has run out which makes me think she's totally okay with just using people and that she's got a lot of love for her own power.

and usually people like that are pretty physically passionate and sexual, I've never met someone who is drunk on power and NOT sexual because of it. (I tend to be attracted to those type of people which is my toxic trait HAHAHA) It seems thinking you're invincible and having a lot of people kiss your ass makes you a bit less than human and makes you think everyone around you is there for entertainment more or less. She had the lords fight in front of her over what to do with ethan. it's just weird, self centered and it seemed like she REALLY enjoyed it. to me it's only a step away from being sexual more overtly.

like--why did miranda appear to ethan as the hag? she didn't NEED to, she was just toying with him. and she wanted him to do the dirty work of getting rid of the lords. but she didn't NEED to do any of that. The very creepy "you never know, do you, not even when i took mia's place in your home" ....that moment for me had some VERY sexual undertones. (Maybe I'M just the hypersexual one, which is true, but still rofl.)

I find her makeup telling as well...she's a hundred years old but her makeup is so gothic and sultry.

lastly-- a big part of the way I write her came when I was listening to townes van zandt and the lyrics of the song 'our mother the mountain' reminded me of her. It IS very "folk" tale and talks about a man bewitched by...something. lol. Miranda. So I think every time I write her I think about that song and there's some sexual undertones in it as well.

(I actually plan to write this into the story before the final showdown, but anyway)

"She tells me she comes from my mother the mountain Her skin fits her tightly and her lips do not lie She silently slips from her throat a medallion Slowly she twirls it in front of my eyes I watch her, I love her, I long for to touch her The satin she's wearin' is shimmering blue Outside my window her ladies are sleeping My dogs a gone hunting the howling is through So I reach for her hand and her eyes turn to poison And her hair turns to splinters, And her flesh turns to brine She leaps across the room, she stands in the window And screams that my first-born Will surely be blind Then she throws herself out to the black of the nightfall She's parted her lips But she makes not a sound I fly down the stairway, and I run to the garden No trace of my true love Is there to be found"

so yeah

but also I just love her rofl

ty for the ask <3

#mother miranda #resident evil village #fanfiction

[dearshelby]

''you need to stop doing that.'' ''do what?'' ''that little eye thing you do when i walk into the room.''

With john shelby? 😘

That's the second time I write for John in my whole life, I hope it's not out of character 😅

''You need to stop doing that.'' ''do what?'' ''that little eye thing you do when i walk into the room.'' + John Shelby

You deeply sighed while organising the papers your boss asked you to get. Now, you didn't consider working in a betting shop the worst job in the world, but it wasn't the best either.

Well, at least your boss was nice to you.

John Shelby wasn't the man you expected to meet when you got this job, his reputation made you imagine an old man with scars all over his face, wandering hands and creepy eyes all over you every time you walked by.

To be fair, John has his eyes all over you every time you pass, but you can tell he's respectful enough to try to be discreet about it, also, you can't deny you like the attention.

Making sure your hair is all in place, you wonder if you should open the first button of your shirt before getting into his office, just like teenage girls do to tease a boy they like.

Watching out for no one to catch you, you unbutton your collar and pull your sleeves up, exposing your wrists and collarbones.

Suddenly, John walks off his office shouting for you. "Oi, woman! Do you think I'm gonna have these papers today?"

"Mr. Shelby," you gasp like you've been caught red-handed, "I- y-yeah, I was just going to hand them to you."

He walks and takes the papers from you, now that you're in the middle of everyone, you get a bit shy with the slightly indecent state of your shirt. But in the meanwhile, you can't help but to stare at John's every detail.

The rings in his fingers, the scar in his chin you always wondered how he got, the freckles in his cheeks and oh, the blue eyes contrasting with the pink lips.

"You wanna know something?" John asks, lifting his head from the papers.

"Hm?"

"You need to stop doing that."

"Doing what?" you ask, visibly confused.

"That little eye thing you do when I walk into the room."

"W-What? Do you mean looking at you?" you try to disguise the shame, you can't believe he noticed your staring.

"I'm not gonna say I don't like a pretty girl looking at me, but Polly will be fucking pissed if she catch me flirting at work."

"Mr. Shelby-"

"Call me John, doll."

"John, I have no idea of what you're talking about."

"Oh, alright then, if that's how you wanna do it, I'll get back to work," John turns his back and walks to his office, "but I won't lock the door if you wanna look from closer!"

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#john shelby x reader #1.2k followers celebration