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ghouljams · 2 months

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Regency soap is a fucknasty bodice ripper, pulling his mean ol darling aside to fuck some manners back into her and make her walk back into the party with his cum dripping out of her. Her pretty dress is all ruffled and her hair is a little mussed and he just watches with a shiteating grin as she tries to compose herself and make it look like she didnt just get her brain fucked out😔

-maus🐭

I love a good bodice ripper tbh, and that is the genre that Regency Soap has landed himself squarely in. Which is so good for me. I mean, so so good. God I actually have two ideas for fic, I might noodle on the other one later but here's the first

Johnny's fingers fumble with the knot on your stays, thick fingers and blunt nails digging into the lacing with grumbled swears. Your skin prickles with heat, he's so close to you, just a breath away really. Your body reacts to him so quickly, so greedily, he's only just gotten back to town and you ache for him more than you had in the month he was gone. You're glad he hauled you off to your room, though you're loath to tell him that.

"Bloody fucking bust," He grumbles, his nail slipping against the tight knot again.

"It's not a bust," You tell him, smoothing your hands from his biceps to try and take over, "they're stays."

"Don't need to know what it is," He shifts his grip, grabbing either side of your ribs to hold you still. He presses his mouth to the lacing, teeth scraping the strings, biting them with a tight hold. Your fingers grip his hair, your breath coming quick, you can barely feel the warmth of his mouth through the fabric but his teeth? You can feel the dull pressure of them, just at the same moment you feel Johnny jerk his head and hear the tell tale sound of ripping fabric. Johnny's breathing hard his eyes dark, when you look down at what remains of your laces. "Just need to know how to get it off," He breathes, his eyes fixed on your chest, "Oh my bonnie love."

You don't have time to snap at him, or really respond at all before his he's grabbed your chest in two big handfuls. He pushes his face between your breasts, turning his head to kiss the swell of one, then the other, as your stays are forced open.

"You're paying to fix that," You try to keep your tone annoyed, try to grumble and push at his head. You can feel Johnny smile, before his mouth opens and he's sucking at the soft skin of your chest, his fingers squeezing your breast tight enough to ache. He tips his head, moving to suck at one of your nipples, and you let out a short quiet whine.

"Shouldnae be wearin' 'em," He murmurs, laving his tongue over your nipple, pinching the other between calloused fingers, "shouldnae be wearin' anythin' when ya greet your husband."

You open your mouth to respond and he bites you, your back arches to force your chest further against his mouth, your lips closing tight to stem off the noise you make. Heat pools between your legs and Johnny hums, letting go with a chuckle. You don't have a moment to collect yourself, he pulls away only enough to squat down and grab you around your middle, lifting you quick to toss you on the bed. You scramble not to roll off, scramble to get your bearings as he grabs your ankle and drags you back where he wants you. You push yourself up onto your elbows as he parts your legs, forcing your chemise to pool around your hips.

"Johnny, wait, my parents," You push at him with your foot, your voice dropped to a whisper. Johnny pushes your legs apart again, and clicks his tongue admonishingly.

"Now, now, wife. I have to check, make sure you've been taking care of my pussy properly." He grips your hips tight and pulls them to the end of the bed, "if you're worried about your da hearin', ya might want to be quiet."

You smack your hand over your lips, just in time for Johnny to lick a hot, wet, stripe over your cunt.

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starlightsalvatore · 11 months

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transition / damon salvatore x reader

hello !!!! this is my first time ever writing for the vampire diaries! there will be a part two that I’m currently working on for this, so please let me know if you’d like to be tagged and definitely let me know what you think!

transition / damon salvatore x reader

summary: after another day in Mystic Falls you find yourself unable to push away the one thought that’s been plaguing you for months... and you turn to Damon for help

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warnings: typical vampire diaries violence (blood, etc), fluffy, no use of y/n

Images flooded your mind as you pulled the blanket tighter around yourself to shield from the cool air of your bedroom but it was no use… even if you warmed up it wouldn’t be enough to let you sleep. You should have been used to it all by now, the blood and the gore of your life, and to a certain extent you were. In the heat of the moment you didn’t let it affect you, you carried on with what you were doing, which was usually something to the tune of saving Elena’s life, and you’d do it as many times as you needed… you’d known the girl since diapers, but that didn’t make it any easier when you found yourself alone in the solitude and darkness of your room.

You huffed, sitting upright and accepting your fate, you simply wouldn’t be sleeping tonight. Amidst your brain sorting through and processing the events of the day there was one thought on the forefront, one that had been there for months… Since you first met Klaus, before you helped thwart his plans and turned the affections he once showed you (and affections you exploited when it suited the needs of your friends) to hatred, there was one thought that plagued you. You wanted to be a vampire. Not just because it would make your life easier, not just because you no longer had any family left besides your ragtag group of supernatural friends, a fact that became all the more clear as you walked through your empty and silent house, but because you genuinely thought it would make you feel more whole.

Ever since you found out there could be more to life than the mundane humanity you were cursed with you found yourself longing for something you didn’t know how to ask for. You couldn’t discuss it with anybody. Bonnie and Elena would be disgusted, Caroline would tell you how much she wished she’d been given a choice, and Stefan would tell you about the horrors of his ripper days, Damon though… Damon might understand. To the shock and dismay of your friends you became closer to him than anybody. You didn’t hold the same mere tolerance for the man as everyone else, you thought he was charming, and you often understood the motives behind the decisions he made. You were his only ally when he came back to town and somewhere along the way you became genuine friends, but something held you back from talking with him about this. Whether it was fear of rejection, or fear that he wouldn’t understand you didn’t know, but before you knew it you were climbing into your car in nothing but an oversized tee shirt and following the ever-familiar roads to the boarding house.

You let yourself in as you often did and took note of the quiet house, none of the lights were on as you made your way up the stairs and padded down the hallway, lightly knocking on Damon’s door and when you heard nothing you just pushed your way in and softly settled on the bed beside him. He awoke, eyes searching through the darkness for the intruder before they landed on you and he let out a groan.

“Do you ever knock?” he asked and you chuckled.

“I did, guess that vampire hearing isn’t as good as you think.”

“Well, I should have seen this coming… knew you’d give into my charms sooner or later,” he said, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you into him and you just swatted his chest.

“In your dreams, Salvatore,” you teased, but little did he know it was in your dreams too… but that was another secret you’d keep closely guarded.

“Every night, darling. What are you doing here?”

“Couldn’t sleep,” you mumbled and you felt him nod above you as you settled further into him, soaking up the warmth and comfort he provided. You wondered what the others would think if they got to see this side of him… the one that was kind and affectionate, they might cut him some more slack.

“Staking a vampire as a tiny human tends to do that to a person,” he said with a chuckle.

“It wasn’t that,” you sighed. Sure, on the surface it was, but beneath it all there was a much larger thought nagging at you. One that would take away some of your fear, make you feel stronger… maybe make you feel more like yourself, something you’re not sure you’ve ever experienced.

“No?” he prompted and you sat up, looking down at him with confliction written all over your face and he sensed it immediately, following suit and flicking the light on his bedside table on. “What’s going through that pretty little head of yours?” he asked, eyes flitting over your face. You were always strong and composed, the most emotion he typically saw you exude was annoyance, and maybe anger, but even then you were calm and controlled… for a human he sometimes found it a little scary.

“I have something to ask you… I’ve wanted to for a while but I just, I didn’t know how and you might think I’ve gone insane,” you started and he listened to the uptick of your heart rate.

“Well, consider me intrigued.”

You took a deep breath, “would you ever… turn me?” you asked and his eyes widened.

“Turn you? Into a vampire?” he clarified and you nodded. Would he ever turn you? In a heartbeat. He’d thought about it a dozen times or more, on the surface if he was ever asked he’d make some quip about how it would make life easier. One less human to worry about is a win-win for everybody, and it never hurts to have more vampire power on the frontlines but beneath it all he didn’t want to lose you, ever. The fact that you were a fragile human scared him, it made him distracted whenever chaos ensued, which was always, because you often took charge and put yourself in situations you shouldn’t be in and you found yourself on the brink of death far too many times for him to be comfortable with. He loved you, even if he wouldn’t quite admit it to himself yet. The thought of losing you, whether it be sixty years from now of natural causes or next week, was the thing that kept him up at night. “Why are you asking me this?”

“Well, of all the vampires on the roster I figured you were the least likely to lecture me,” you joked but he just shot you a look and you knew that wasn’t the answer he was looking for. “I feel useless, and I don’t feel like myself. I want to help more, I don’t just want to be some meek human everyone has to worry about all the time. I don’t see our lives calming down anytime soon and I want to be able to contribute more.”

“Is that the only reason?”

You sighed again, “when I met you and Stefan I didn’t realize there could be more to life. I thought I would go to college, meet some boring guy, get a boring job, have kids I never really wanted in the first place and go on to die mildly content of some old person’s disease,” you said and he chuckled at the picture you painted of humanity. “I never wanted that but I didn’t see another option… and then you two came to town, and my parents died, and every week I find myself in the midst of supernatural chaos. In the moments I’m doing something to help or when I make you whizz me around the forest like you’re some amusement park ride are the moments I do start to feel like myself.”

“So this is something you’ve been thinking about for a while?” he asked and you nodded. “Why didn’t you bring this up sooner?”

“Thought you’d think I’m crazy, maybe rip my necklace off and compel me to forget I ever asked in the first place,” you answered and he gave you a disappointed look as he did just what you thought he would and pulled the delicate chain from your neck before tossing it aside.

“Be completely honest with me,” he said, eyes dilating as they locked onto yours and his hand softly cradled your jaw as you were frozen under his compulsion. “Do you want me to turn you?”

“Yes, I want you to turn me.”

“How long have you known you wanted this?”

“Since Klaus came to town, before the sacrifice ritual,” you answered and he was surprised by this… that you’d been thinking about this for that long.

“Do you understand what you’re asking for? The bloodlust, no kids, no way to undo this?” he asked and you nodded softly, eyes still holding his.

“I understand, I know what I’m asking for.” He dropped his hand and pulled away, breaking you from your trance and you blinked as you waited for him to say something. He was weighing his options… sure, he’d wanted this maybe for as long as you had, even fantasized about a life where he could turn you and level the playing field, make it a little easier to clue you in on how he felt about you but he could never bring himself to present it as an option because he couldn’t allow himself to be selfish with you. He thought that would only benefit him, that you were repulsed by the idea of becoming a vampire like Elena was. He knew if he did this the backlash would be intense, people would conveniently ignore it was you who crawled into his bed to ask for this, they’d accuse him of corrupting you somehow but it seemed you’d done that all on your own.

But he realized he didn’t really care about the criticisms, he’d do just about anything to make you happy, to give you everything you ever wanted and this? Well, this was easy. “It seems we have something to celebrate then,” he said as he stood from his bed and walked to his desk to pour two glasses of bourbon and you followed, ignoring the chill that ignited goosebumps over your bare legs. “To your last night as a human,” he said, holding his glass up for you to clink against yours.

“To my last night as a human,” you repeated, taking a sip. “You don’t have any other questions?” you asked and he smirked at you.

“Do you want me to have more questions?”

“Not really… I thought there’d just be more of a song and dance, more convincing,” you shrugged.

“It’s your choice, if this is the life you want then I’m not going to stand in your way. I asked what I needed to be sure you’ve thought it through,” he replied and you nodded softly as you finished off your drink and he quickly poured you another. “How do you want to go?”

You let out a laugh, “are you asking me how I want you to kill me?” He chuckled and nodded. “Well, you have more expertise on the matter… what’s your recommendation?”

“Breaking your neck. Sounds harsh but you don’t really feel anything, it all just goes dark,” he said and you nodded.

“Sounds like the way to go then,” you said and you suddenly felt nervous. Not because you were having second thoughts, Damon’s compulsion had proven you had none, but you were currently standing on the precipice of something that would change your life forever… truly forever, and the thought had a nervous excitement thrumming through your veins and Damon must have heard your heart rate accelerate because went to fiddle with his stereo before soft music filled the room and you gave him a questioning look.

“What, did you think a lame bourbon toast was going to be the last thing you did as a human?” he asked with a shake of his head, “come on, I’m a gentleman.” You smiled as you took his outstretched hand and let him pull you into him, enjoying the feel of his hands on your waist as you swayed softly to the rhythm and rested your head on his chest as you soaked it all in. He was right, these were your last human moments, you should take the time to let yourself truly feel them.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Now’s your chance,” he said as you lifted your head to look up at him.

“I know emotionally things will get more intense, but what about physically?”

He smiled softly, “everything gets more intense, it’s like there was a barrier between you and the rest of the world before… everything gets brighter and clearer.”

Your eyes brightened, “does this mean I won’t need my contacts anymore?”

He laughed, “you’re moments away from dying and coming back to life and that’s what you’re concerned with?” he asked and you nodded. “Your vision will be crystal clear,” he promised as he twirled you around and you smiled as your back collided with his chest, enjoying the warmth as his arms wrapped around you and guided your hips to the beat. “Your dancing will get a lot better too,” he whispered in your ear and you gasped.

“My dancing is just fine, thank you,” you protested and you felt his chuckle rumble through his chest. He brought his wrist up to bite open and held it in front of you, and you looked up at him through your lashes where he just nodded, letting you know it was okay. You closed your lips around the wound, sucking in the sickly sweet taste as he cradled you against him, still swaying to the music. This wasn’t the first time you’d drank from him, but this was the first time you weren’t lying on the ground somewhere in pain; you were in Damon’s room, safe in his arms and it felt… intimate. You tried to stop yourself from reading into it, this wasn’t something small and meaningless. Everyone had a traumatic story behind their transition into vampirism, he was simply making sure you didn’t have the same experience… or at least that’s what you were telling yourself.

When he pulled his arm away you turned to face him and wrapped your arms around his neck, “thank you.” you whispered and he just smiled softly.

“Last exit sign before the point of no return, there’s still time for me to lock you in the cell away from any and all danger until it passes from your system,” he said and you laughed as you shook your head.

“I’m sure, Damon. I want this,” you said and he nodded, pulling you flush against him as you continued to dance… there was no rush, you were simply enjoying this moment together before everything changed. He was soaking in these moments of having you in his arms… you might have crawled into his bed in the middle of the night several times a week, too much pent up energy from the latest disaster to let your mind rest, but this was different. You’d come to him with something you couldn’t go to anyone else for, you were entrusting him and him alone to be the one to change you and it meant more to him than he might ever be able to verbalize to you.

“I’ve thought about this before,” he said and you looked up at him confused. “Turning you, more times than I probably should’ve.”

“You have? Why?” you asked, searching his eyes for answers, as if you’d find something unspoken there.

“If someone else asked I’d say it’s because you’re a liability,” he said as he twirled you again before pulling you right back in and you softly gasped at the force with which you collided against him, “you have a knack for running headfirst into danger… it’d be better for everyone if you were a little more durable,” he said and you chuckled. “But really? I can’t bear the thought of losing you. Every time something happens to you I think I lose a piece of my mind, selfishly I’ve wanted to turn you since I met you to ease my own discomfort.”

Your heart pounded against your ribcage, “why did you never say anything?”

“Because having the thought was selfish enough,” he said, hands trailing up to rest along your jaw. “Are you ready?” he asked and you nodded. “If I’m going to kill you, I need you to say it.”

You giggled, “yes, Damon. I’m ready,” you replied, eyes bright as you looked up at him, unsure of what to expect. His hands shifted, cradling the back of your head and you took a deep breath.

“Close your eyes,” he whispered and you did, feeling his lips press against your forehead and just as he promised… Everything went dark.

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katz-chow · 6 months

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100 letters just for me...

synopsis: distance makes the heart ache and yet, it still grows fonder. gets extremely harder when you're forced back a few decades and are forced to wait for the mail to come every morning. aka: what their letters are like.

a/n: there's certain homecoming aspects within it, just keep thinking about that lately with the US' descion to deploy soldiers to the Middle East, thank god there's only soldiers and not seamen or corpsmen just yet... i am getting worried though for my sake and my friends.

i also am very happy with my headcanons for their handwritings and how serious they are with these love letters too. i feel like i really did capture them.

john price & his darling spouse his letters are short, usually a page; sometimes there's a back too. he really hates writing to you because somehow, he just can't tell you all the things he wants to, his hand just won't let him write it. gosh, his vows weren't even written out, just bullet points on a note card and him just rambling on. the paper always smells like cigar smoke and he somehow stains it with coffee by accident or spills water on it. you also think he uses his work memo pad to write these letters to you; the pages are yellow, thinned, and fuzzy at the edges

johnny "soap" mactavish & his bonnie...and fiance to be? he always has his journal with him, so i think he straight up just writes in it with doodles, pressed flowers, and stickers that he finds in his stuff. loves when you put cute little stickers on your return letters and he feels bad when he doesn't have any on yours. he found these smileys at a gas station, and although it's not as cute as your cute animal ones, it really brightens up the bleak pages. he tears the page out slowly, sometimes a word gets torn off by accident. he folds the page up and puts it in the envelope along with some trinkets, like more pressed flowers or a paperclip heart or maybe even a postcard.

simon "ghost" riley & his lovie baby keeps his letters short and vague. it's really just a sign of life for your sake of mind. he's never been good with the sappy, romantic stuff. he writes early in the morning after him and price goes over the agenda for the day. he tries really hard to keep the paper pristine and hardly crumbled to make sure it looks good for you. he smears the pen ink sometimes. he'll write about the adventures that he's getting into, but he mainly focuses on his friends messing around while also mentioning about the terrorists he's killed that week.

kyle "gaz" garrick & the chase for his lovebug my headcanon for kyle is that he loves bugs, especially beetles. it started when he was a kid and his dad told him that bugs are just tiny little souls and that humans have the capacity to be kind. so he loves bugs, especially his lovebug. he also loves stickers and know you love them too. it's a good change of the neutral color scheme of his environment, so he always keeps stickers on hand whenever he's deployed. i think he writes before he goes to bed because then he can fall asleep thinking about you

phllip graves & his cowpoke phillip graves has a ranch somewhere, probably in texas. he has farmhands that help around the ranch, mostly gives you easy work like feeding and cooking while he takes the more tedious jobs like cleaning and maintenance around the land. he sits down and writes his letter whenever he feels a surge of feelings missing you. mostly it's in the evening but sometimes he writes them late at night. also the type of guy to surprise you, but within reason. doesn't want to overwhelm you, so he'll come home a few days before when he said he was gonna- things like that

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juvenillia · 6 months

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~ Death of Peace of Mind ~ 17: complicated

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x fem!reader

photo credits go to very talented @ave661

a/n: Tbh this isn’t one of my best chapters. Just feels like I failed the pacing in here, but somehow it still holds some impact. I hope you like it! anyways I am not in good mood right now, but I’m trying my best to keep everything going. So really thanks for sticking with my story. The next chapter will be really different and more filler, before we’re getting down to the real deal, hehe.

CW/TW: mentions of loss, guilt, violence, jealousy, idiots in love, pinning, teasing, petnames

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It was already late at night when the heli had to land through unclear complications. You weren't allowed to set a foot in the sky anymore. Left behind at a countryside. "Rog’, sir.", Simon hung up with Price while shoving his phone back into his pocket. You sat next to Johnny and ignited a fag. "And?", Johnny looked at the taller man. Your duffle bags were placed next to you. They weren't heavy loaded because your mission was a light one after all. "Seems like there was an aircraft grounding." He pinched the bridge of his nose. "Price sends a car, we can drive from here." - "We'll need the whole night." Johnny exhaled annoyed, throwing his hands up. "Better than freezing to death in the middle of nowhere.", you stated while breathing out some smoke. "Yer cold?", Simon immediately turned towards you. Shaking your head no, you reached into the pocket to hand him a cigarette. "Just can't cope." He took a fag out of your package, and you gifted him a small smile. He then turned around to smoke while observing the surroundings. Accepting your answer for now. "Wait, isn't Skadi the Nordic goddess for winter?" Johnny looked at you from the side. You took another long drag from your cigarette. "Ironic, isn't it?", you laughed out and the smoke left your throat.

It took some time until two cars arrived at your location. One was for you to take and the other to take the original driver back. You loaded everything in the trunk and Johnny immediately wanted to take the back seat. He already fell asleep in the open, his head resting against your statue, so he wanted to have enough space to get some proper rest. The door was still locked. Simon thanked the guy and took the keys from him. Just then you wanted to take them out of his hand. "What are ya trying?", he flipped his hand with the key away from you. It looked ridiculous how he held the keys up in the air so you wouldn't be able to reach them. "Uhm, to drive, obviously. Thought you were so observant.", you teased him, pushing your hands in your hips again. "Forget it.", he said bluntly looking in your eyes. " 'm drivin'." - "Ya don't want me as co-driver. Believe me.", you looked a bit annoyed, stretching your hand out, open palm for him to lay the keys in. Simon pretended to put the keys in before shamelessly snatching them back and moving to the door that led to the driver's seat. You instantly moved in his way what lead into a genuine chuckle by him. This was a fight of stubbornness at is finest.

Johnny rolled his eyes at the sight, some month ago, when you had such a fight, he was scared if the two of you would end each other. Now he could only watch in annoyed amusement. Ghost could've just ordered you to take the passenger seat, but he knew better than that. "And I don't want ya to drive either.", he leaned a bit closer to you. "Don't make it so bloody complicated.", he breathed out. Anyone would have crumbled under his glare, the only thing you got were goosebumps. Of course, only because of the cold night air. "Damn bonnie, just let him drive. Yer can switch later!", Johnny cried out and you could see the corner of Simon's eyes wrinkle and you exhaled defeated. "Ya gonna regret that decision, darling.", you chimed while going for the passenger seat, a bit defeated but you indeed started to freeze. So, anything that would take you back was kind of alright. Maybe it was even more alright when he was the person taking you back to the base. Simon stood there for a second completely frozen at your words. He wanted to hear you calling him that so bad and now that he did his brain shortly circuit. Feeling how his cheeks became hotter than he was used to. "Lt?!" Johnny's whiney voice pulled him back.

You were about forty-four minutes on the road and Johnny was deep asleep, snoring in the backseat. You and Simon sat in that comforting silence while he drove perfectly fine. His window was pulled down, the fresh air floating through the car. “Tell me, what ‘m going to regret?”, his teasing voice breaking the silence. You hated to admit, but somehow you had no problem with him driving. “Just zip it.”, was your only answer when you fell a bit further into the leather of the seat. From time to time, he would look at you, making sure you were alright.

"Ya know, ya can sleep too...", his voice was so caring, it made you smile. "Don't worry. You won’t get rid of me that easily.", you said jokingly. Your sentence first caught him off-guard. Remembering the last time he heard it, but then he only chuckled silently.

You sometimes rubbed your arms because of the cold breeze and trying to find another position in your seat. You wouldn't dare to ask Simon to close the window. The fresh air helped through late night drives; you knew that to well. "If you want to switch, just say something.", you said softly, always trying to not wake Soap up. He just hummed in appreciation, still he didn't seem to want to switch anytime soon.

After two more hours listening to the calm noises of the radio, Johnny's snoring, and some small interaction with the driver, you slowly felt tiredness wash over your body. Just then you saw a service station from afar. "Mind stopping for a quick break?" Without hesitation he pulled over and used the time to walk a few steps stretching his limbs. Johnny was still gone. You could see Simon standing outside the car as you walked back. He climbed in as soon as he took sight of you. Preventing you from discussing who would drive now. "What's that?", he looked in confusion at the cups in your hands as you took your place again. "That is a special coffee with a chocolate note. The caffeine and sugar helping with staying awake. And a black regular one with sugar, in case you don't want any experiments.", you chimed holding both cups up. He only shook his head in disbelief, but his eyes were relaxed, and he then took the regular one, just because he knew you'd like the one with chocolate more. "And that?", he pointed at a little paper bag in your lap. "A chocolate brownie when our sleeping beauty decides to accompany us again." He laughed at that and pointed in front of you, after you placed the paper bag onto the backseat next to the sleeping Scot.

On the dashboard in front of you was the grey hoodie he wore until now. You haven't even realized he was only wearing his compression shirt. "I don't..." - "Don't make me order ya to not freeze yer arse off." You simply smiled and pulled the hoodie over your head. It was way too big for you, but the warmth it provided was everything you could wish for. His body temperature still clinging to it, same as his scent. It was intoxicating. You hoped it would never leave your nostrils. It almost hurt how desperate you were at this point. He started the engine and went back on the road. Even when it was harder to keep the eyes on the road now. Eyes always trailing to the side view.

You spent a few more minutes in silent before he decided to chat a bit. He couldn't deny that he also got tired, but he'd never admit it. Talking would help keeping both of you awake. Well, listening to you talk would do the job for him. So, he thought what topic to approach. There were a few floating his mind, but he went with the easiest one by now.

"Yer often spent time at McKenna's place?", the question came out of nothing for you, but you didn't mind at all. "Yup. Had nothing to make me actually need to return to Birmingham... so mostly spent the time on leaves in Scotland with Matty, sometimes in London with Randy and well, in Austria with König.", you explained calm. Simon only nodded. There he was again, the intruder. Not only did he now worried about his own teammate getting too close to you, because that would be complicate the work (really no other reason of course…), but there was still that giant asshole. "Another surprise entry I should be prepared for?", his voice was joking, and you just shook your head no. "Meg and König are the only ones left." Your eyes were blurry, once out of exhaustion, second out of sadness and guilt now creeping up to you. He understood, maybe better than anyone. The need of reaching out to you grew once more. How could anyone just touch you so casually then and now, but he couldn’t bring himself to. Still, there was another question burning in his throat. A question that burned in his brain since the accident that haunted his dreams. Since he always saw him glued to your waist. A question he hoped to not have to ask. Would it make things awkward? Matthew didn't want to answer it either. Why did he even need an answer that bad?

You sipped calm at your coffee, while your free hand fidgeted with the hem of the hoodie, pulling it a bit more down. "So...", he started, still unsure if he was allowed to request something so deep in your privacy just so casual, but this decision should be up to you. You waited for him to go on while still sipping on your hot beverage.

"Ya 'nd Konig?", his voice was suddenly so different than before, and the question caught you off guard. You swallowed on the liquid, bringing you to cough. " I shouldn't have asked.", he added abruptly. You just raised your hand at him. "Nah, it's fine. It's just complicated..." you starred into the distance in front of you, and he felt awkward. It was the same answer Matthew gave them before. It should be enough for him. " 's none of my business.", Simon added with a low voice while the grip around the steering wheel tightened. "You asked, and I can answer... it's just nothing I'm proud of.", you admitted calm. Simon didn't want to push you any further, so he decided to just listen. Shoving his complicated thoughts aside to just listen carefully. You fidget even more with the soft fabric in your hands. Why did his clothes feel so much softer than yours? "There was something... but I didn't let it happen. I was too selfish...scared", you started slowly.

Thinking back of all the talks you had with Randy about it. The late-night hours you spend with König figuring it out and ending in pushing him away anyways. "To be honest... I was a completely coward... he was willingly giving me everything I could've asked for and I just...", you swallowed, regret burning in your chest. "I just kinda used him to make myself feel better and then pushed him away when things became more serious..." your voice became a lot lower and more hurt. "Still, he would come back whenever I needed him..." you didn't know why you told him all of that, but it felt right to be with honest with him. He knew about Randy, so why shouldn't he know about König. It just felt right, and you talked like your brain went on autopilot.

"I understand...", his voice became softer again. He did understand, to be too scared to let something good happen. From all the people, how could he not understand? He was the person most scared to let something good happen to him after all. Ghost would always remind him that it was better that way. Ghost was the one pushing the urge to reach out to you down so often. He was the one shoving all the longing away. Still, the answer didn't really sit right with him. He hoped for a 'no, just close mates' kinda answer but knowing that there indeed was something between you two and there still might be something...it bugged him. It made sense, though. Seeing him around you and how natural you reacted to him. His eyes wandered over to you, and he could sense how your brain was working just like his. Did he go too far? Did he make things unnecessarily hard with his request? Everything was so easy going with his team, why got everything complicated when it came to you? Maybe both of you made it unnecessary complicated yourself.

"Can I ask something in return?", your voice was still low but not filled with any regret. He nodded, trying to let his thoughts go straight. "Did Ghost or Simon wanted to know?", you smiled a bit while looking at him. Being the co-driver wasn't even that bad, you could look at him way more often and the tight bodice he wore made it hard not to. He looked at you for a second before averting his gaze back on the street. Who wanted to know? Ghost surely wanted to know, planning ahead if there could be something complicating an operation or even threatening the team’s wellbeing, your wellbeing. Especially when you now had to work with the colonel. But Simon, he wanted to know for much more selfish reasons, reason he couldn't accept. Reasons he wouldn't tell you. "It's complicated...", was his only answer, and you let out a chuckle and nodded. You still couldn't get a grip on it if it was Simon or your Lieutenant talking, especially outside of missions. You knew they were somehow the same person, but still so different. But you would learn, you were willing to learn everything about him, if he would let you.

You pulled the hood of the clothing over your head to shield you a bit more from the cold. "You're the first person... the first one I can talk 'bout all that...", your confession was a quite mumble. The hood over your head should also protect you from showing your burning cheeks. "Since Droplet..." He blinked, his eyes flashed with surprise, constantly switching between your figure and the road. He wanted to say so much, but he couldn't. Every phrase his mind would build sounded wrong to him. Nothing could describe the overwhelming sensation within him. So, he only hummed in appreciation and at the same time cursed himself to miss that chance.

After that you fell back in the usual, comforting silence. Stealing glances at each other when you thought the opposite wouldn't look. Your mind started to wander. Wander to a talk with Randy years ago. How he scolded you for pushing your own luck away the whole time and just to accept your feelings, your attraction towards him, your own happiness. Randy was the first one to see how your glances at König changed back then, how you started to spend more time together. Even if it was only little late-night walks, and how you immediately searched for his presence no matter where you were. Randy knew long time before you could even think about it. And one night everything got out of hand, just because you were so stubborn and needed to prove something. Something you thought you were so right about it, but oh god you were so wrong about it.

Then your mind went back to the talk with König some time ago. How his eyes told you still the same as all those days back then and still he assured you to go for it. But for what? Could he really read you so openly? Was it so obvious? Did your eyes betrayed you anytime you looked at him? Even Johnny teased you about it way too often. Now Matt also started to reassure you. Did your stolen glances give away the feelings you tried to suppress so much? Your eyes wandered over Simon’s figure, and you asked yourself, if that time it would be different. Deep down you knew you had an answer, and it was yes, it will be different. Your logical side told you that he wouldn't let feelings get mixed in with the job, he wouldn't let things get awkward emotionally between the two of you.

So, you'd just wait till this phase is over. Let this little crush vanish with time. You didn't want it to make it any more complicated. You wouldn't let it happen and you thought he wouldn't either. And even if you tried the hardest to not fall asleep, at some point you couldn't handle your heavy eyelids anymore. The warmth and the scent around you providing with nothing more than a familiar feeling of safety. A feeling some people would call home, a feeling Simon provided you all so often, and just like that you drifted away, into a dream, into the past.

While he already had an internal fight with himself. Simon vs. Ghost. His brain, that told him to stay away from that kind of stuff, away from you, against his heart that longed to be closer to you, to hold you in his brawn arms again. He knew it was wrong, he knew he didn’t deserve it. He knew he was too broken to deserve something so unique sincere and still he couldn’t suppress the craving within his chest. All the time Johnny hugged you, when Kyle playful threw his arm around your shoulder, the way that god damn Austrian hold your hand, the sheer thought of the kiss Johnny and you shared. It made him unsettled; it made him long for your touch even more and yet he didn’t know how or why. Never did he even feel the desire for physical affection, not after what he’d been through, but with you it was different. You came into his life and started to wreck his world. Tearing the walls down, that protected Simon from everything, and Ghost had a lot to do to keep them up while you broke them down brick by brick. And if Simon would’ve been honest with himself, he hoped that for once in his life Ghost would lose that fight.

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leilamarie99 · 6 months

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Finn Shelby -you and Finn are sneaking about until bonnie catches you which later Tommy and your dad find out and your dad gets violent

Ever since you ,your dad,and bonnie have entered Birmingham and dad working for the peaky blinders and bonnie boxing you met Finn you 2 have been secretly dating eachother for a couple of months you haven't told your dad because he will kill Finn and Tommy would just want Finn to marry me you walked into Finn's office isiah walking out Finn getting up and closing the door and grabbing you

"I missed you last night "Finn kissing you

"I had to help bonnie with training

"when will we tell them "

"when my dad doesn't kill you he will be mad that I'm messing around with a boy let alone a peaky blinder "

"I just want to show you to the world that your mine "

"I know I just want it to be you and me as long as possible "

Finn kissing you and getting heated you about to undo his belt but got interrupted

"hey Finn have you ....seen my sister "bonnie walking in

Fuck

Finn trying to do his belt but bonnie grabbed him throwing against the class

"What the fuck " bonnie shouting

"bonnie please don't hurt him "you covering your mouth in shock

"you and him how long "

"a couple of months "

"you do you know dad's going to kill but not if I don't kill him first "punching Finn in the stomach

"bonnie please don't say anything to dad "

Walking out and chasing him along the road and out of the office

"bonnie please don't tell dad I will but I'm not ready just not yet "

"you should of told me we tell eachother everything I don't want to talk to you again stay away from me "

Bonnie walking around you grab him

"bonnie please "

"just fuck off " pushing you so you landed on the floor cutting your hand and knee

"bonnie "dad shouting walking toward you 2

"darling are you ok "

"I'm fine "

"what was that about hurting your sister like that what's going on with you 2 "

"nothing "walking off

A couple of days later bonnie was training dad was watching you walked him with Bonnie's lunch to give to him like you did everyday

"what is she doing here "

"I thought I bring you lunch "

"well I don't want it and certainly not from you " looking away sad

"right what is going on with you 2 you 2 never fight so what's happened "

"why don't you ask her your little angel "

"bonnie don't "

"what scared he will hurt funny boy "

"bonnie " you shouted

"what's Finn got to do with this "

"it's nothing dad bonnie just being silly "

"she's sleeping with him "

"what " dad looking at you

"bonnie how could you "

"Finn Finn Shelby as in Tommy Shelby's little brother"dad looking at you but out your head down looking at the floor

"FINN" dad shouted

Walking out your dad got out if the boxing ring you looked at bonnie

" thanks alot" running out after your dad knowing where he was going you got to the betting shop seeing your dad walking over to Finn and punching him loads of times

"dad no "

Arthur and Tommy dragging him off Finn you ran over to Finn and picked him up he was bleeding

"what's going on "Arthur shouted

"your brother has been messing around with my daughter "

"Finn " Polly said

"it's not like that I love your daughter I would never hurt her I promise we should of told you sooner I promise I would never hurt her "

"dad please I love him " your looking at you

" but him hunny "

"please dad "

" as long as you are happy and you if you hurt her in any way next time it will be a bullet in your head "

"I promise sir " dad walking out hugging Finn Arthur and Tommy looking at us

"you idiot" Polly said whacking Finn around the head and walking off you gave him a kiss

"well that went better then I thought " you grabbed the first aid kit helping get fixed up

Suddenly bonnie came walking in

" you got some nerve coming here have you seen what dad has done "

"I know and I am sorry I just thought you would of told me before I found outline that I was angry you normally tell me everything "

"I know and I am sorry I just didn't want you to get mad at me that's all your opinion means everything to me "

"well all I can sorry is that I am sorry the way I treated you and pushing you I didn't mean to and I really think he likes you I saw the first day we got here I just didn't want him to take my sister away that's all but your growing up now you need to experience these things "

You 2 hugging eachother Finn walking up to you

"Finn I am really sorry for all this "

"I understand she's your sister I would be protective myself "

"just so we are clear tho if you hurt I will come back here and finish the job "

"I promise "

Them hugging eachother

You walking over to Finn and hugging him

"should we go back to mine and cuddle "

"yeah " kissing finn

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Run Away: Detention (2011) & FNAF Movie Crossover - Chapter Six

Masterlist

Mentions: I Will Always Love You - Whitney Houston, OOC Clapton

Word Count: 987

Warnings: none

Older!Clapton/Mike x GN!Reader

You had noticed almost instantly when the new songs were added, you didn’t take Mike to be someone to mess with your things, but he was the only possible option, right? The animatronics weren’t actually sentient like Abby said?

You decided to wait and see, trying to see if any more new songs would pop up over the next couple of weeks, too bad whoever did this didn’t take off the only song you skipped. You didn’t have the heart to retape it yourself, but it brought back too many memories.

I would only be in your way, so I’ll go but I know I’ll think of you every step of the way.

You shook your head, hearing a crash from the stage room. Did someone finally break in? You tried checking the security cameras but the one to the party room was static. “Weird.” You murmured, getting up and grabbing your flashlight and taser, the latter you chose to buy yourself for safety reasons.

“Hello?”

My darling you, bittersweet memories, that is all I’m taking with me. So goodbye, please don’t cry.

You carefully inspected every stage, Foxy was in his solo stage. Freddy, Chica, and Bonnie were on theirs.

“Must’ve been a rat.” You shrugged, seeing nothing out of the ordinary. Your body tensed as you heard the song play.

“We both know I’m not what you, you need. And I will always love you. I will always love you.”

Instantly you stumbled back onto one of the booths, a hand covering your mouth as tears pricked your eyes.

“Come on,” Clapton smiled to you, “may I have this dance?” He chuckled, causing you to raise an eyebrow.

“I thought Clapton doesn’t dance?” You teased, remembering the few times you had tried to get him to at parties or even when it was just you two in the basement. He simply rolled his eyes and grabbed your hand, pulling you up and into his arms.

“I want to dance with my person when they announce me as prom king.” He said softly, causing your face to flush red and hide it against him.

“I’m pretty sure you have to dance with the prom queen.”

“Screw her, I’d rather dance with you.”

Whitney Houston’s ‘I Will Always Love You’ playing on the old stereo. Clapton singing along quietly.

“I hope life treats you kind, and I hope you have all you’ve dreamed of. And I wish you joy and happiness, but above all this I wish you love.”

“You’re a hopeless romantic, Clapton,” you said softly, the couch and table pushed to the walls, giving you two plenty of room to dance, your head on his shoulder, following his steps.

“You have no idea.” He murmured, a smile on his lips, his cheek resting on top of your head. One hand on your waist, the other holding your hand, your free hand resting on his shoulder.

“Hey, hey! Shit!” Mike’s worried voice snapped you out of your daze, was it time for him to come in already? “Are you okay?” His hands on your shoulder, his brown eyes wide with concern, his dark curls having the fluff to indicate they were freshly washed. It wasn’t until his thumb stroked your cheek that you realized tears had fallen.

“I’m… I’m okay… physically.” You said quietly, sighing and leaning forward, your head landing on his shoulder, and he didn’t hesitate before wrapping his arms around you, holding you tightly to his chest.

“And emotionally?” He asked, feeling you shake your head against him, your hands fisting in his jacket as you held him tightly.

“I’m not letting go, I won’t let go.” He softly reassured you, his hand rubbing your back as his heart seemed to lump in his throat, was this because of the mixtape?

“I’m okay…” you murmured, pulling back slowly, feeling his arms relax and letting you go, but he still looked at you with concern. “I promise Mike, just some memories.” His lips were in a tight line, but he nodded, deciding he wouldn’t press for more information.

“Okay, okay, I’ll tell Abby to be extra good for you tonight okay?” He smiled at your small laugh, “sleep in my bed tonight, I know the couch can’t be that comfortable.” You looked up to him with eyebrows furrowed.

“Please? You need rest as much as I do. Maybe even more.” You sighed and smiled, it was sweet how he cared for you, how he was trying to look out for you, like you always did for him.

Abby was always well behaved for you, but you noticed how she made sure to take extra care after Mike’s nightly call. “Thank you for dinner!” She grinned at you.

“Anything for you, firecracker.” You chuckled, ruffling her hair before the two of you began to wash the dishes.

You knew Abby would most likely tell Mike if you had slept on the couch again, she often tried to help you fold the blankets, or she’d just lay in your warm spot in an effort to lull herself back to sleep. His room was minimalistic, perfectly him, you thought. A simple dresser, the twin sized bed that he never upgraded, weights in one corner, an old style armoire.

You carefully laid down, sighing as the scent of his cologne and body wash seemed to engulf you, causing you to turn onto your stomach and bury your face into his pillow, sighing in content, it had to be a coincidence that he used the same cologne you knew for the better part of 5 years. You remembered the old brown teddy that rested on your bed, the scent from it long faded, but how Clapton had sprayed it down before giving it to you because he was going on a trip to Nebraska with his cousins. It was the last thing you thought of before drifting off.

“And I will always love you, I will always love you.”

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Blurb: Resident 8- Love Language

Karl Heisenberg

Karl's love language is Acts of Service

For Karl it's hard for him to talk or really express anything when it comes to love. He tries for your sake. He had really had, and that's when he lands on instead of saying he loves you Karl can always show you how much he truly love you. It's starts off with little things around the workshop. things that you had complained that you were out of, or were even missing in your day to day life.

Then it started to get bigger. Karl started to create things for you. Little trinkets of your favorite animals, or things that he had found around the factory that he would either gift to you or made him think of you. He even from time to time will venture out and return with countless amounts of buttercup flowers.

Karl's has a few favorite nicknames for you. Bonnie was the first nickname he called you when the two of your first met. It was a way to piss you off. Driving you over the edge because you were sure what this man was yet. It drove him crazy when you started to fall in love with the nickname Bonnie, so when Kalr started to fall for your the nickname changed to Libeling (German for Darling), a sweet endearment that Karl hadn't said in years, or frankly to anyone else around him. "Libeling can you get me that hammer over there." He said one day. It had nearly slipped out of his mouth without even thinking. "What's Libeling?" You asked a few days later. He thought for moment, an expression of doubt and worry behind the older harsh lines on his face. "Well in English it's Darling." He answered a gruffness behind his words. You couldn't help smile even if he was already walking away from the conversation. The third and the most recent he had started calling you was Buttercup. In almost every conversation instead of your name coming out it was Buttercup. "Buttercup, will you come with me to Mother Mirandas meeting today?" ... "Buttercup can you fetch me that." He'd say pointing over in a general area. You loved the feeling that he had gotten so comfortable with you he wasn't saying your name anymore.

Lady Dimitrescu

Lady Alaina Dimitrescu's love language is gift giving.

After the initial few that she might string you up and drain you of your blood, it's easier to see Alcina for the person she truly is. A wealthy women hidden behind a facade of scariness. But for the reality of who Alcina was. She was the most caring and loving person out there. That you had met at least. She loved to dress you up and give you all the things you would never be able to find out in the real world.

From a whole new wardrobe, to all the supplies you could ever need in whatever you loved to do. If iy was Art then she had all the best frame, paints, and brushes were at your disposal. If you enjoyed the master of writing then there was a typewriter in your room within the day, with lots and lots of paper to help you along the way. Anything your heart desired she was willing to give to you. Anything that money could buy her, you had.

Lady Alcina Dimitrescu's had some favorite nickname for you. Some would say that the only thing that Alcina Dimitrescu would name a person would be her pet. They all saw her as the uppity personality who walked around thinking shows better than everyone else.

She did seem that way, but when she came up with nicknames for you she was drowned in love and hope. So, Alcina called you her sweetness. She may have tricked you once or twice to let her lap up the blood that came out of her small wounds from your sewing accidents. Bubba, she loved this one. She wasn't sure how it came about, but watching your cheeks get red with embarrassment as she said it in front of her three daughter made her chuckle every single time. "Bubba come sit in my lap for me." She said, her daughter surrounding her like flies. You were shy to walk over. But she was quick to hush any concern away from your face as she gave you sloppy kiss. Dragging you far away from the thoughts of her children or your embarrassment.

Ethan Winters

Ethan's love language is Physical Touch

Ethan after everything he's endure can't help but want to protect you. So for him that leans into being a physical person. He's sure to keep you in his eye no matter what's happening around him. Ethan's got some bad paranoia just based on the events that have happened to him. Regarding to anything else Ethan Winters is the sweetest and most loving man you have ever met. He's always there for you, and the two of you have no secrets. Telling each other everything, is important base for the two of you. Ethan doesn't want you to feel like you can't come to him, and you don't want Ethan to feel like he can't come to you with anything. Overall you guys are a lovesick couple who can't seem to get enough of each other. (You're the couple that everyone else around is like 'get a fucking room already')

Ethan's got a few nicknames for you. Ethan loves giving nicknames it's just a thing he does. If you guys have kids, except that he won't use their birth names unless they have gotten themselves in trouble. For you on the other hand there are a hand full of nicknames he uses during a daily basics. As always it's sweet with Ethan, in front of his coworkers, or your friends it's always "Love, can you pass me the drink menu" If you guys have to go to a work related dinner for either of you, or "You just have to tell them what happened this weekend, love!" When Ethan and you are at dinner, or even at home drinking your favorite bottle of wine the nicknames changes. "Darlin' do you mind get up and getting me another glass of wine." He'll ask you, there something about the draw of his word that makes him that much more sexy. Then there's the one that Ethan only uses when in the bedroom, when his soul focus is on you. Making you feel the great high. "You're mine right? Say it Y/n, say you're mine." It always comes out in a blur of words that he ends up spewing out. you can't help but egg him on "Yes, Yes Ethan I'm yours. Only yours."

Chris Redfield

Chris's love language is Quality Time.

Because Chris is gone for long periods of time it's hard for things to be concrete around the two of you. So, when he is home it's nothing but you had him spending time together. Cuddling, and watching movies under fur blankets he buys while out on missions. And sex, there's a lot of sex when he get's home. And honestly you hate when he leaves but love when he comes home. He acts like a savage, tearing clothes and braking things to just get to your bare skin. He leaves the best marks that take months to go away. He calls them reminds of his love for you and you wouldn't have it any other way.

Chris has a few favorite nicknames for you. He calls you tootsie when he first gets home from missions. He squeezes you tight in hugs that you can't imagine life without. Nights where you guys comes home and tear each other clothe off he calls you Hot Stuff, he drowns himself in you. And Only if he comes home with a storm cloud above his heads were he's had a partially rough couple of days, weeks, or months does he call you sweets. He just needs something to hang on to during those times and you're it for him

Donna Beneviento

Donna's love language is Acts of service.

Donna loves giving you things, or making you things. You run out of clothes that you loved or miss from the modern world. She there sewing all night to create new things out of your old clothes. You need something comforting she creating long pages of what she loves to call 'art'. She gives you little dolls that creates in your image. She get's almost every detail right, and can't help but give them to you. You're really starting to race up to heron the amount of dolls you have.

Donna has a few favorite nicknames for you. She's only got a few things she calls you. You're her honey. "Honey, would mind bringing me some thread when you come back from town?" She'll ask before kissing your temple and walking down to her room. And beautiful, as much as Donna has a hard time calling herself beautiful she love to let you know just how beautiful you are to her. Nearly every day without fail she calls you beautiful.

Salvatore Moreau

Salvatore's love language is physical touch.

He can't help that Miranda was so cruel to him. he yearns for the touching and for the words that are spoken between hushed breathes. He yearns for your hands to slip between his. You keep him from freaking out and going full mold. You help him in so many ways just by simply holding him down to the earth's surface. He can't help but fall in love with you overnight when kiss his forehead the first day you met him. It awakens something in him, something mother Miranda could and would never do.

You show him everything that nobody was ever willing to do. You show him the meaning behind love, and the meaning behind falling in love. He can't help but wanna be next to you all the time forever, and for you it's right where you wanna be. Because well Salvatore makes you feel like you're meant to be there.

Salvatore's grown to have a few favorite nicknames for you. At first he calls you his Angel. you have lighten up his world, let him see in 4k so much that why wouldn't you be his Angel. If he wished on a star he would have wished for you. After a few months go by the initial fears wear off, he starts to call you his starlight. You don't understand why until he explain it you. "You are the most brightest and truest thing in my life. I know that you no matter what will always be there for me. And that's why you're my starlight, Y/n." He says, his face is contorted into a half smile and half of fears rejection but it's easily pushed away from you hug and kiss him softly. He calls you puppy by year two of your relationship. "Puppy, will you comes with me to gather experiments from mother miranda today?" He asks, he's dressed and ready to go but he'll wait for you any day of the week. Or other time's it's a simple. "Puppy, I love you so much." As he nuzzle himself further into your hold. It's very endearing for both of you.

Completed on: 01/06/23

Posted on: 01/06/23

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yanderes-galore · 2 years

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Hello, can you do og Bonnie with prompt 23 and 9

Sure! The way I write Bonnie really fits this. Caring yet also aggressive. Animatronic or Android, does not matter.

Yandere! Bonnie The Bunny Prompts 23 + 9

"You're crying... come a little closer, I'll make it all go away."

"The wound in your leg serves as a lesson, does it not?"

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Injury, Anger issues, Breaking of bones implied, Jealousy, Fear of abandonment, Obsession, Deception, Implied murder plot, Isolation, Slight sadism, Slight torture.

Your leg throbbed in pain, preventing you from moving. You weren't sure what was worse, the pain or the fear causing your heart to throb. The purple rabbit stares down at you coldly.

Pink eyes scan over your body. He processes your whimpering pain and soon lands his gaze to the wound on your leg. A wound he had caused just moments ago.

You see his ears droop, saddened by what he's done. Bonnie was known to have anger issues. You just didn't expect him to attack a STAFF member late at night.

"I did that, huh...? I'm so sorry-"

You glare, scooting away. You then feel him grab the damaged leg, grip tight. You scream out at the sudden strong touch and stare at him wide eyed.

He looks both remorseful yet satisfied. Like he felt bad he hurt you... but also felt great he got you to stay still. This felt more than him malfunctioning... he was malicious.

"You're crying... come a little closer, I'll make it all go away."

"I'd rather you go away-"

"You're hurt, please, allow me to help you-"

"An injury caused by you! Let go of my leg!"

Bonnie shakes his head, shrinking back at you screaming at him. He looked as though you scolded him. His grip never faltered, unfortunately.

"I'll fix this! I'll make it all better! Just, please, come to me and I'll fix that leg up."

You lean forward just enough to pry at his fingers. You shake your head, sobbing at the pain while trying to get him to let go. Bonnie narrows his eyes at this.

"Well... if you think about it..."

He squeezes your leg, leading to another pained noise from you.

"The wound on your leg serves as a lesson, does it not?"

With his grip you swore he'd snap the bone more than it already was. You shake your head faster and cry. A display that made Bonnie loosen up, realizing he's letting himself get frustrated again.

"... Come on. I'll try not to be mad anymore-"

He picks you up, now minding your leg. You're set on a table before Bonnie scans the area for first aid supplies. He promises to fix this, to make it all better.

He was so upset when you tried to quit. He didn't mean to break your leg- He didn't mean to make you hate him!

But he'll make you all better! He'll bandage your leg! It may not heal the same, yet it shows he cares, doesn't it?

He can't have you leave.... Even if he has to hide you away, deep in the pizzeria, he'll keep you. By the time people will find you it will be too late, anways....

Bonnie doesn't tell you about his plans while he bandages you. He shushes your whines and makes affectionate gestures to calm you. You'd find out later when no one makes any attempt to find you.

He's sorry about breaking your leg...

Yet bandaging it is all a ruse for you to trust him long enough for him to put you in a suit.

You won't be able to run at all then! You won't even be able to scream.... You'll be all his, now and forever.

"I just want to care for you, we'll be together, forever."

#yandere fnaf #yandere five nights at freddys #yandere fnaf 1 #yandere bonnie the bunny

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How To Do Autumn Weekends. ((Starring (90s Garcelle Beauvais)). #Societythings

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dbsocialarchive · 11 months

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Darling Bonnie’s Memos 📝 Re: Hi, Society!

🔊 Sound on & up! Feeling like a show off, decided to grace you with a showroom that’s giving High Street Culture versions of a speech made at balls designed for debuts, mostly because tis the season for small offerings designed for the Interlude.

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renee-writer · 7 months

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April 15th Chapter Twenty

AO3

They stand at the railing, Fergus between them. Each has his hand as they watch Scotland appear.

She raises green hills, monros, she will learn, out of the green/ blue ocean. Her husband’s smile covers his whole face.

“Aye, there she is. Bonny Scotland. You will love her, Claire. She will be the home of our children.”

She smiles over at him. Ever since confessing their love, she has felt a deeper connection to him, as if their hearts beat as one. He loves his homeland. She knows she will as well.

“Look Fergus, mon Mhac, that is where your cousins are. You shall have so many playmates.”

“Hazel.” He says. Her name is one of half a dozen words he knows, including mama, daddy, and Mary. Ship and ocean round out his vocabulary.

“Aye, like Hazel.”

Mary is down below preparing Hazel and herself to come ashore. They will need to do the same after watching Scotland appear.

A few hours later, they come ashore. Claire has never been more happy to see land in her life. Between the pregnancy, the bouncing waves, and her own nerves, it has been a long journey.

Fergus, who learned to walk on board, finds the steady ground, a challenge. Hazel giggles before taking her mate’s hand and helping him to find his footing.

Jamie keeps his arm about Claire, guiding her, Mary, and the children, to the waiting carriage. A few porters see to their trunks. Quite soon, they are off to Lallybroch.

Rolling green, the most amazing cows, or coos as Jamie pronounces them, spots of brown, fields plowed to be planted, a clear blue sky up over it all. Scotland is beautiful. The deeper they ride into the Highlands, the lighter her heart gets.

All the fear, grief, and pain of the last year, lifts with each monro, each Highland coo, each darling croft house, they pass. It isn’t that the time hadn’t also brought love and light, joy and happiness, into her life. It had. The overwhelming tragedy of the Titanic just overshadowed all.

Now, in her husband, her children, her own new homeland, it seems more melancholy then sharp grief.

It takes a few hours to travel to Lallybroch.

“Ah, there she is.” Ahead of them raises a stone archway. He stops the carriage and climbs out. Leading the team, his wife by his side, they enter Lallybroch.

#my writing #outlander fanfic #april 15th #chapter twenty #jamie and claire #cannon divergence #outlander fandom

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Bitter sweet is an AU of welcome home

The home town of all the puppets had there town changed over night, they don't know how or why it happen. Everything became sweet and candy like almost like candy land. But a little more different there whole town is surrounded by a dark forest. When they try to leave into the forest they'll wither pass out or wake up the next day back at home seemly someone is keeping them there right? It's odd, all the houses are made by ginger bread like, with candy and frosting or even cake.

All the puppets are custom sweets and deserts, Cake, cupcakes, cheesecake, candy, bars, cookies, gummys, chocolate ect.

That's all so far I'm still working on the designs for them because I wasn't sure how I wanted to put them :D I hope you enjoy it!

Heres wallys info

Bitter sweet Wally darling:

Wally has ice cream blueberry hair always soft and frozen little darker hair marks and lighter hair marks, His skin is yellow mid cookie his clothing are the same as the OG design but here's the twist his shirt are flavored sweets color blue is cotten blue candy, white is oreo, his red tie has strawberries, his leggings are skittles his shoes are also oreo! Wally darling is actually not 3ft he's 8'2! His hair is more longer mid down onto his shoulders he likes to keep it fluffy.

Other medias where I'll post more of the au

https://twitter.com/BDaybreaker?t=L_7cmgQJYXBB0NkOJApZaw&s=09

#welcome home #welcome home au #wally darling #slime_creator #bittersweet au

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James rolled over with a soft huff as the first bits of sunlight streamed in through the closed flaps of the tent, signalling the start of another new day.

He yawned softly, reaching up to clumsily rub his eyes and manoeuvre his arms around the two furry lumps of dead weight that had decided to share his bedframe. Unfortunately the concept of double beds amongst the clans wasn’t entirely commonplace it seemed (not the Diamond clan at least), and so instead of Jasmine he’d been left with this.

God, had it been two weeks already? The thought still terrified him, but not quite in the same way as the panic he’d felt the first three days. Altair wasn’t here. He was alone in his head, and that was more terrifying than the realization Jasmine had quickly come to - that they’d somehow ended up in Sinnoh, but not the Sinnoh either of them knew from their time.

Hisui, apparently.

They’d been fortunate enough to land together face-first in the Mireland’s swamps and each had one of their team with them. For James, that’d been Bonnie - he’d been reaching for her Pokeball at the time, right? And for Jasmine it was her Stantler.

Even more fortunate that the Diamond Clan had accepted them. They were, apparently, not the first to fall from the sky. That was incredibly ominous and remarkably unsettling, in James’ eyes. But still, they had to focus on finding a way home - and proving to these people they could be trusted.

That was slow going, though. Thank fuck he’d learned enough Johtonian to hold a basic conversation. The metal of his wedding ring brushed his skin and that brought a smile to his lips.

At least she was here with him.

He felt one of the lumps shift and he opened his eyes slowly to see the blotchy face of Clyde - the newest edition to his now team-of-two, a Hisuian Sneasel - peering down at him. James blinked a few times and scratched under his chin as Bonnie perked up instantly with a “Snee!” and muscled in for some pets, too.

At least those two had gotten on, and Clyde had been quick to settle into things. He wasn’t the usual typing James was used to with Bonnie, either. Poison and Fighting. That didn’t change much though.

“Okay-- Okay. Up. We have shit to do.” James muttered, shooing the pair from his lap. The Sneasel huffed and scampered onto the floor of the tent as their trainer (such an odd term to use!) pulled on his clothes (and grabbed both Pokéballs, attaching them to the makeshift belt he had), fingers drifting over the clan logo before he pushed open the flap and stepped out, briefly blinded by the sun.

Despite the name, the Mirelands wasn’t all swamp. It also didn’t smell nearly as bad as you’d expect. James watched as various clan members peered at him (and the two Pokemon that hunkered by his legs, chattering away) before he paced over to Jasmine’s tent.

“-- Darling? You good?” He calls inside with a yawn; Bonnie and Clyde eagerly trying to peer under the flap, jostling one another with muttered hisses.

@irxnmaiden

#ic #spikemuthtoothfairy #irxnmaiden #(HERE WE GOOO!!!)

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vntagetee-archive · 7 months

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muse list.

*-primary +-secondary &-request only !-private

movies.

all too well (taylor swift's short film)

emily byrne. twenty-one. college student & aspiring author. heterosexual. fc: sadie sink. &

barbie

gloria. thirty-nine. administrative assistant at mattel. bisexual. fc: america ferrera. +

president barbie. thirty-eight. president of barbie land. asexual. fc: issa rae. *

weird barbie. thirty-nine. wanderer in barbie land. asexual. fc: kate mckinnon. *

the breakfast club

allison reynolds. eighteen. high school student. bisexual. fc: jenna ortega. +

the covenant (2006)

kate tunney. eighteen. high school student. heterosexual. fc: jessica lucas. +

sarah wenham. eighteen. high school student. heterosexual. fc: laura ramsey. +

the craft

bonnie harper. nineteen. witch, college student. pansexual. fc: neve campbell & india eisley +

nancy downs. nineteen. witch, college student. homosexual. fc: fairuza balk & sophie thatcher. *

the crow

shelly webster. twenty-six. waitress, aspiring artist. pansexual. fc: angelina jolie *

dc comics

barbara wilson. nineteen. batgirl. pansexual. fc: alicia silverstone. +

chase meridian. thirties to forties. criminal psychologist. heterosexual. fc: nicole kidman & suki waterhouse *

rachel dawes. twenties to forties. attorney. heterosexual. any interactions with older rachel will include au where she lived in tdk. fc: daisy edgar-jones & keri russell. *

disney

ella tremaine. twenty-two. villager turned princess. heterosexual. fc: lily james. *

ursula. forties. evil half human, half octopus. asexual. fc: melissa mccarthy. *

don't worry darling

alice chambers. twenty-five. housewife, doctor. heterosexual. fc: florence pugh. +

halloween h20

john tate (strode). forties. art teacher, sculptor. heterosexual. fc: josh hartnett. *

i know what you did last summer

helen shivers. eighteen. aspiring actress. pansexual. fc: sarah michelle gellar. &

jawbreaker

courtney shayne. eighteen. high school student. bisexual. fc: rose mcgowan & megan fox. +

lethal weapon

lorna cole. thirties. fbi agent. bisexual. fc: renee russo & jessica chastain. +

the menu

tyler ledford. thirty-three. tech bro, food connoisseur. heterosexual. fc: nicholas hoult. *

promising young woman

cassie thomas. thirty. barista, vigilante. bisexual. fc: carey mulligan. &

scream

sidney prescott. eighteen to early-forties. heterosexual. fc: neve campbell & nina dobrev. +

tatum riley. eighteen. high school student. heterosexual. fc: rose mcgowan & billie lourd. +

teenage mutant ninja turles

april o'neil. twenty-eight. reporter. heterosexual. fc: emma stone. *

the texas chainsaw massacre

erin hardesty. eighteen. unemployed. heterosexual. fc: jessica beil. +

titanic

rose dewitt bukater. twenty-three. socialite. heterosexual. fc: kate winslet. +

bobby-lynne parker. twenties. porn actress. bisexual. fc: brittany snow. +

tv shows.

american horror story

brooke thompson. ahs 1984. twenty-four. vet tech student & final girl. heterosexual. fc: emma roberts. *

ruby mcdaniel. american horror stories / rubber (wo)man. twenty-one. ghost. lesbian. fc: kaia gerber. +

angel

cordelia chase. twenty-one. angel investigations. heterosexual. fc: charisma carpenter. *

batman beyond

dana tan. twenty-one. college student, record store employee. heterosexual. fc: arden cho. +

buffy the vampire slayer

anya jenkins. appears nineteen. demon. bisexual. fc: emma caulfield. +

willow rosenberg. twenty-one. witch. homosexual. fc: alyson hannigan. +

dawson's creek

jen lindley. eighteen to twenty-one. radio show host. panromantic. fc: michelle williams. +

the mod squad

julie barnes. twenty-four. undercover cop. bisexual. fc: florence pugh. +

the musketeers

constance d'artagnan. twenty-five. assistant to queen anne. bisexual. fc: tamla kari. &

queen anne of austria. twenty-five. royal. heterosexual. fc: alexandra dowling. &

peaky blinders

ada shelby-thorne. twenty-six. shelby company limited employee. bisexual. fc: sophie rundle. *

lizzie stark-shelby. thirty-two. shelby company limited employee. heterosexual. fc: natasha o'keefe. +

power rangers

kimberly hart. nineteen. pink power ranger. bisexual. fc: kaia gerber. &

scooby doo

daphne blake. twenty-three. mystery inc. member. bisexual. fc: sarah michelle gellar. +

succession

jess jordan. thirty-three. kendall roy's assistant. homosexual. fc: juliana canfield. *

rava roy. forty-two. management consultant. heterosexual. fc: natalie gold. +

the last of us

sarah miller. fourteen to thirty-three (main verse/au). survivor. bisexual. fc: alexandra shipp & nico parker. *

white collar

alex hunter. early-thirties. black market fence & thief. bisexual. fc: gloria votsis. +

elizabeth burke. mid-late thirties. event planner. heterosexual. fc: tiffani thiessen +

sara ellis. early-thirties. insurance investigator. bisexual. fc: hilarie burton +

the white lotus

daphne sullivan. thirty-three. stay at home mom. heterosexual. fc: meghann fahy. *

portia. twenty-seven. personal assistant. bisexual. fc: haley lu richardson. +

tanya mcquoid. sixty-one. trust fund baby, entrepreneur. heterosexual. fc: jennifer coolidge. +

the x-files

dana scully. thirties to forties. fbi agent. heterosexual. fc: gillian anderson. * on hiatus

comics.

dc comics.

martha wayne. forty. philanthropist. heterosexual. fc: rebecca hall. *

selina kyle. thirty-two. thief, catwoman. bisexual. fc: zoe kravitz. *

vicki vale. forty-one. journalist. bisexual. fc: jessica chastain & holland roden (reeves' batman only). *

ghost world.

enid coleslaw. eighteen to twenties. freelance artist. homosexual. fc: thora birch. *

literature.

blood & chocolate

vivian gandillon. nineteen. works at a chocolate store, werewolf. bisexual. fc: agnes bruckner & kathryn newton. *

gone girl

amy dunne. forty. writer. bisexual. fc: rosamund pike. +

hamlet

ophelia. twenty-four. restaurant hostess. bisexual. fc: evan rachel wood. &

interview with a vampire

claudia. appears eighteen. vampire. pansexual. fc: anya taylor joy *

psycho

marion crane. thirty-one. secretary. heterosexual. fc: samara weaving. +

robin hood

lady marian. twenty-five. outlaw. bisexual. fc: alicia vikander. *

romeo & juliet

juliet capulet. twenty-two. fashion student. heterosexual. fc: kristine froseth. *

#╭ menu. mobile muses

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