#cassidy sharp

[laianely]

Cassidy Sharp

I think this Jen's character deserves more attention

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[florida3exclamationpoints]

Oh nooooooo my beloveds are back at it again

[allaboutjmo]

[krinklecutreads]

Title: Delicious: An MM/MMM Charity Anthology

Author: Various

Rating: 4/5

Date Finished: June 17, 2025

Review: So, I won't be tagging every trope in this, because I feel like that would just end up with most of my tags lol. I will be tagging each author, though! But yeah, I'll do a little blurb on each story in the anthology. Gonna throw it all behind a cut because it's SO long

Story 1: Hot Dish by Annabeth Albert.

This was a cute little 50 page story. You've got single dad Stu, who has 2 teenagers and an ex wife he is still friends with. Then you have Percy, a paramedic who lives on the same street. I'm pretty sure if I had read other books by this author this story would have been a lot more fun to read, but as it stands, it was fine. It was your basic "casual turns not so casual" story. There wasn't a whole lot of build up or exposition, so I didn't get too invested in the characters, to be honest.

The food connection in this one comes from Stu bringing a casserole (aka a hot dish) to Percy as a thank you for helping Stu and his daughter after a fire at their neighbors house.

I'll definitely check out more by this author in the future, I think.

Story 2: Piece of Cake by Beth Bolden

This is the main story I came for in this anthology! This one is about 75 pages. This felt like a much more cohesive actual story than the previous story. But also, I know all the background characters, in a way. This gives us the story of Marco Moretti. He's one of my many Moretti's in Beth Bolden's books. He runs the family steakhouse. And at the beginning of the story, his pastry chef quits because she fell in love with him and claimed he lead her on. He's just a friendly guy, but this just keeps happening to him. It's mentioned in other books by Beth.

Our other main is Andrew, a pastry chef, of course. He was friends with Marcella, Marco's twin sister, back when they were in high school. He was a nerdy little guy back then. But now, 20+ years later, he's all grown up. He's back in town after having been all over Europe training his skills and running a restaurant with his ex. Marcella is the one who suggest that Marco contact Andrew to fill in the pastry chef position temporarily.

This was somehow almost a slow burn? But I really really enjoyed it. Beth is really good at the build up before the romance. I really liked how the pair communicated in this. But then, they are both grown ass men in their mid to late 30s. So yeah.

The food connection here is obviously that both our main guys are chefs.

Story 3: Feeding The Grump by Jax Calder

This one is around 60 pages. And it's SO sweet. Our characters are two farmers in rural New Zealand, David and Benji. David's family has been farming his land for 5 generations, while Benji took over his uncle's farm. David is a much more traditional guy and Benji is always looking into new things to help with the farming.

As far as David is concerned, they are rivals, in a way. Every little thing Benji does is designed to upset him. Even just painting his fence purple is enough to get David to Benji's door to complain.

But then, when one of David's sheep goes missing, he and Benji happen upon a neighbor that David sold some land to. A famous rugby player. This guy is from another one of Jax Calder's books that I really enjoyed. This rugby player happens to kiss his own rival right in front of David and Benji, who are stuck in a hedge. And that's when David figures it all out. Maybe he and Benji aren't rivals at all.

This is genuinely an incredible little story. The way it's written really makes you feel like you understand David and where he comes from. His voice is very clear, if that makes sense. And bonus points for a demisexual character!

Food connection on this one is David bringing over veggies and fruits from his garden and Benji returning them in the form of cooked foods. Basically Benji was keeping David fed with good meals, not just frozen foods.

Story 4: Deliciously Cookie by Vawn Cassidy

A little 70ish page bisexual awakening story. This one features Cookie, a sassy Puerto Rican guy working at a bakery and Quinn, a British guy just back from "uni" (you'll get the quotes if you read the story). It takes place in a beach town in England somewhere. Lots of references to characters I've never heard of, as I haven't read any other works by this author. But it was interesting. It felt like it ended quite abruptly, to be honest.

Food connection in this one is that Cookie is a baker who makes apparently the best cupcakes anyone has ever tasted.

Story 5: Sweet On You by Colette Davison

An 80ish page story with a "dad's best friend" plot line. We've got Cameron, a 25 year old who takes care of his 10 year old little brother while his dad is on business for months at a time. And his neighbor Euan, a 35ish year old single dad to a 10 year old. Euan is best friend's with Cam's dad, Lewis.

This has a cute little plot line of the 10 year olds basically setting them up. They need cupcakes made for a fundraising bake sale, and of course they suggest that Cam and Euan make the cupcakes together.

This is a decent little story with a little bit of conflict at a couple of points with the age gap and the whole "this is my best friend's son that I'm attracted to" thing.

Story 6: All's Fair In Love and Pizza by Lane Hayes

At just under 80 pages, this is a really sweet rivals to lovers story. In it we have Mateo, a former football player who inherited his father's pizza shop in a beach side college town in California. We also have Rob, also a former football player (but he had huge success in the NFL) who decided to open a bagel shop next door to Mateo's pizza shop in his retirement. They were on the same football team in college, and Rob had a bit of a crush on Mateo back then.

For some reason, Rob decided to tell Mateo that he was going to be making pizza bagels, and that just set off Mateo's competitive side. He decided from then on that Rob was his sworn enemy. The tension between them turned into some "hate" sex.

Insert a meddling friend (Rob's business partner and best friend) who came up with the idea for a pizza bagel competition and you end up with Rob and Mateo spending more time together than expected. And they ended up becoming more than just rivals and lovers.

Very cute ending, to be honest. I'll definitely be checking out this author's books!

Story 7: Cheesecake Roses by Becca Jackson

A shorter story at just over 50 pages, this book features Nate, a former exhibition baseball player who is stuck in a rut after an injury takes baseball from him. It starts with him inheriting half a hotel from his uncle. It also features Remy, a dessert chef who works at and inherited the other half of the hotel. They knew each other as children when they both spent summers at the estate.

This is genuinely just a sweet story of one man finding a new beginning with someone from his past. Very sweet. I'm pretty sure I've read other books by Becca Jackson, and I'll definitely be looking for more from her.

Story 8: The Deaf Chef by EM Lindsey

This one comes in at around 60 pages. The story starts with a lot of exposition. I'm gonna be up front about that. I have a feeling the story fits into a wider universe in the author's works, but I don't know for sure. It starts out introducing Rhett, an ASL interpreter for a community college. He interprets for a Deaf professor, who is also his friend, Robbie. After a pretty funny moment with a student, Robbie sends Rhett to go get lunch from his friend's food truck, The Deaf Chef. Deaf Chef in question is Mellie.

There was definitely a bit of conflict between this pair in the beginning, with Rhett knowingly making a bit of a faux pas, but doing it anyway. And Mellie was definitely not pleased. But he also thought Rhett was hot.

After an incident with a wasp, this pair finds their footing and it's just really sweet (and a bit smutty) after that. I think I've read other stuff by EM Lindsey before, but I'm not 100% sure. I'll definitely be looking into them and seeing if this story was part of a larger universe, because I LOVE stories featuring Deaf and/or disabled characters.

Story 9: Office Indulgence by Katherine McIntyre

Very short story with around 30 pages. In it we have Henry, who has a secret admirer leaving decadent chocolates on his desk with cute little notes every so often. The first little bit is him trying to figure it out, then the rest was just smut, once he did figure it out. It was cute, but there wasn't a lot of substance to it.

Story 10: The Chef's Kiss by Mia Monroe

At just under 40 pages, this story kind of felt like being dropped in the middle of a book, to be completely honest. In it we have Marco and Des, going to a fancy restaurant for Des' birthday. Then they start talking about their previous partner, their third, who had left them 3ish years before to try and make it on his own as a chef in another country. Then we find out he is the current head chef at the fancy restaurant. One conversation later and some threesome smut. It was fine? It just... didn't feel like a story that could stand on it's own.

Story 11: Whet Your Appetite by Shane K Morton

Even shorter than the last one, this one comes in under 30 pages. Not a huge fan, tbh, even though it has one of my favorite tropes: best friends to lovers. This book has Marti and Ryder, both around 40 years old. The food connection in this one is Marti making his grandmother's lasagna for Ryder, who was visiting from Vegas where he moved to from Colorado for work. They have a conversation and tada! Smut! But the author used the word "helmet" for the head of a dick and I've now learned that's a major squick/pet peeve for me lmao

Story 12: Taco Dirty To Me by K.M. Neuhold

This one is just over 30 pages. I knew I was going to enjoy this one because K.M. Neuhold always writes good stories. This story features Bas, the owner of a taco truck and Dylan, his favorite customer. Bas has had the hots for Dylan from the beginning, but was under the impression he had a boyfriend.

Turns out, they had split up in recent weeks. Dylan gets set up on a blind date by his friend Robbie (who we know from other books by K.M. Neuhold!). The date ends up being Bas' brother Tony. Except, well, Tony is unfortunately VERY sick and puking everywhere. Since Tony has no way to contact his blind date, he sends his brother so that the other guy doesn't think he got stood up.

From there things are very cute and then VERY steamy.

Story 13: Loaf Of My Life by Charlie Novak

This one was around 50 pages. In it we have Riley, a baker in a tiny bakery in England (I believe) and Jace, a roaming insomniac. One day when Riley was working on the morning baking in Toasty, his bakery, he noticed a man all bundled up outside his shop watching him bake. The next day, the man was back, this time with a sign, apologizing for being a creep. They saw each other a few more times before Jace finally managed to show up when the shop was open and they talked for a bit. Riley normally doesn't interact with customers, but he just felt drawn to Jace from the beginning.

This is just a cute little story and I really enjoyed it.

Story 14: Rumbledethumps by Sebastian Sharpe

Another shorter story at under 40 pages, this story is a second chance romance. David comes from a very rich Scottish family. He was expected to do certain things in life. When he met and fell in love with Kelly, his parent's weren't pleased. Kelly was just a guy going to school to be a veterinarian. After they were married, Kelly overheard an argument between Kelly's parents and grandfather about himself. Kelly chose to leave David so that he wasn't "ruining" David's life.

But David never stopped loving Kelly, and Kelly never stopped loving David. When David's grandfather dies, Kelly receives a letter at the reading of the will. And oh man. The emotions. This story actually got me close to tears. I don't want to spoil the story, so I won't tell, but the food connection is there, I promise! I'll definitely be checking out more writing from Sebastian Sharpe

Story 15: Lamington Kisses by Becca Seymour

Very short story, only 20 pages. This is a best friends to lovers story and very basic. We have Ste who, when the story opens, is trying to cook a special dinner for his parents anniversary but failed epically. In comes Kiefer, a chef and Ste's best friend. He salvages the dinner for Ste. Ste has been in love with Keifer for ages, but earlier on in their friendship, Kiefer had rejected Ste. From there, they spend some time together on a boat where Kiefer makes special snacks for Ste and then they have their moment, their first kiss.

Very short but very sweet.

Story 16: A Slice Of Life by Toby Wise

Another shorter story with under 30 pages. This is another best friends to lovers story, but with bonus roommates trope. Woo! This one features Pete, a trans man, who owns his own pizza shop. In this story, his best friend, Rodney, shows up at the shop to help him out so his employees can head out before a snow storm hits. And after everyone else has gone home, they finally have their first kiss. Both had been wanting it for a while, but were too afraid to ruin their friendship before this moment. It's a very sweet story, and I'll probably check out more works from Toby Wise.

Story 17: Sweet Heat by Ariella Zoelle

54 pages for this one. This story follows Niccolo, a famous TV chef, like Gordon Ramsey, but Italian, known for his harsh criticism of contestant on his show. He gets an offer to do an episode of internet chef Adler's show where he makes super spicy desserts to make people suffer while he interviews them. Basically like Hot Ones with desserts. Both are hella gay though lol. This one has a huge age gap, but I don't hate it. It works for them. This story is silly and sweet and smutty. I enjoyed it.

And there we have it. All 17 stories completed. I definitely found some new authors to check out from this anthology. And it's for charity! I'll probably be back to reading about a book a day now that I've finished this anthology. Up next is a hockey series (I think) by Lane Hayes. Then back to K.M. Neuhold, then on to a long Lucy Lennox series. Funnily enough, I had already downloaded this Lane Hayes series before I even read the short story in this that I really enjoyed. I now have a list like... 20 authors long to check out in the near future.

[mostardent1y]

tags : original characters

[florida3exclamationpoints]

I lowkey swore off network television after This Is Us but Justin Hartley has a new show and Jennifer Morrison was in the season finale and I was curious... his character doesn't seem to have a love interest and her character had a wedding ring but no mention of a husband.. they grew up together... there's a mystery with his dad that she might be kinda connected to... but they didn't immediately have the same Kevin/Cassidy chemistry so. Idk is this how I finally kinda win???? Or are they playing with my emotions once again

[allaboutjmo]

[myespresso]

attractive things they do while you're dating

pairing: batboys (plus clark lol) & reader ❀ׄ ꥈ

𓍢ִ໋☕ cassidy's note: for funsies. not edited. i love reading variations of these. i haven't written since 2020. if you can like this, reblog too.

bruce 🦇ᡣ𐭩˚.

navigating paparazzi: the careful way he guides you to block the flaring flashes from cameras with his broad shoulders.

bruce wraps his fingers to pull on your waist, tugging you further behind him, ensuring no shots of you are taken on what was meant to be a private night out.

despite the urgency of the situation--his face still stays controlled and imperturbable, but his grip is firm to reassure you, as he leans down and mumbles in your ear, "just a bit farther, the car's close," before his voice cuts through the cries and shutters lowly: "we're done here."

listens intently, and remembers every single detail about you, despite whether you think it's significant or not for him to know.

bruce stores your favorite shampoo and conditioner in his bathroom when you stay the night over.

and when you're sitting on the edge of his sink, removing his makeup from under his eyes, you notice it sitting amongst his own body-wash and pine scented soap.

but when you ask him about it, he simply shrugs and waves it off.

dick 🏙ɞ♥️*

teaches you self defense: his hands gently curl over yours to demonstrate how they should look before you throw a punch.

his touch is light, "keep your thumb on the outside", dick's finger taps the inside of your palm, "if you keep it inside, you'll break it--not fun."

he whistles when you hit him solidly in the side with a wide grin, despite the force of your blow, "better."

insists on helping you put on all your jewellery and shoes.

he turns you around, and pulls your hair to one side of your neck, before fiddling with the clasp. he's clumsy at first, but eventually gets the hang of it the more he does it. his hands linger on the slope of your neck for a moment longer than necessary.

later, as you reach for your shoes, he beats you to it, kneeling in front of you. dick's motions are all exaggerated as he does it.

your hand cards through his hair when he's looking up through his lashes after he's fastened the straps, and kissing the inside of your calf slowly.

jason ❤️‍🩹⋆｡

reads on public transportation: jason pulls out a beat up paperback he picked up from a secondhand bookstore from his back pocket. it has dog eared pages and a weathered spine.

there's a baby crying on the train, but he doesn't seem to notice as he flicks a ringed finger to the page he last read.

he pulls a pencil from his jacket pocket, and traces a line in a passage--a part he thinks you'd like. when he leans forward, his shirt rides up a bit so a strip of his skin is visible to you.

doesn't wipe your lipgloss from his cheek.

the shimmer from it stains his cheek after you pressed a kiss to it. you go to wipe it with a laugh, reaching with your thumb, and jason catches it mid-air. "you've got glitter on your face jay, people are gonna-"

"next time, wear red."

tim 🪽❥˚

gnaws at his lip as he concentrates.

the hum of the keys click in the batcave and papers rustle. tim's focus is sharp as he attempts piecing together his newest case, and his teeth catch in his bottom lip. an unconscious habit.

you can't help but tease him about it, "that's a terrible habit to have, you know that?" you lean against his desk."it helps me think."

sure enough, he does it again. "you're gonna chew your lip off your face one day." his lips curve upwards at your observation, but your gaze was now intense as you observed his lip in his teeth, and before you can state another snarky remark, he shoots you a knowing look before pulling your belt loops, and kissing you.

wears your hair tie on his wrist. it was never really ever a big deal. one day you handed it to him while getting ready for bed one night as you pulled out your ponytail and he snapped it onto his wrist without much thought. now, it's routine. it doesn't matter where he is exactly, if tim's at a gala or in a meeting or out in gotham on patrol, the hair tie is around his wrist.

you heard him cursing from the other room when he misplaced it once.

clark 🌟.*☆

saves you a seat, always: whether it's evenings in or out, clark always makes you feel like you're the most important person there.

it's not something that's said but understood, as he pulls the chair next to him, letting it be out long enough for you to get comfortable, before gently scooting it inwards.

when you eat, and when he thinks you're not looking--clark will adjust your plate, and glace over at your water glass to make sure it is filled. and if you want extra bread, don't even worry because he kept an extra piece on his plate for you.

pushing his glasses up. there's something kinda charming about the way he does it that you wish you could explain it better. it's absentminded, he does it a lot!

when he's looking over articles or reading or just talking to you. in the elevator, he'll lean forward to look over the numbered floors, and they won't stay in place, sliding down the bridge of his nose. you don't say anything, but smile slightly, and he'll return it goofily and with more teeth, before he asks, "what?"

tags: @retvenkos

[sosa2imagines]

Are you mine?

Warnings- Angst, Steve and Bucky are idiots.

Being in love with Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes felt like living in a dream.

A dream so perfect, so utterly untouchable, that even the ghosts of the past couldn’t tarnish it. The three of you had fought wars together, bled together, and survived against impossible odds. You trusted them with your life and, more importantly, with your heart.

Steve, ever the protector, held your hand through the nightmares, his voice a quiet promise in the dark. Bucky, all sharp wit and unspoken devotion, pressed kisses into your hair when he thought you weren’t paying attention. They made you feel safe, like nothing in the world could shake the foundation of what you had.

You belonged to them, and they belonged to you.

The compound had always been your sanctuary, a place where the weight of being an assassin and an Avenger didn’t feel so heavy.

Missions were brutal, but coming home to them made it worth it. Your mornings were tangled limbs and soft murmurs, their warmth pulling you from restless sleep. Your nights were laughter and whispered confessions, hands intertwined beneath the sheets.

Everything was fine, until she arrived.

A trainee named Cassidy.

Sent to the compound for a few days of “intense training” with the Avengers. Young, eager at least, that’s what Fury had said. But from the moment she walked through the doors, it was clear training was the last thing on her mind.

You caught the way her eyes lingered on Steve's broad shoulders, the way she smiled just a little too sweetly when Bucky grunted in response to something she said. You noticed the way she conveniently positioned herself between them whenever she could, the way her touch lingered just a second too long.

It was nothing. Just admiration, maybe even hero worship. You told yourself that, again and again. Steve and Bucky were yours. They loved you.

And yet… doubt had a way of creeping in, even where trust once lived.

For the first time in a long time, you felt something unfamiliar in your own home.

Unease.

You weren’t the jealous type, you had no reason to be, not when Steve and Bucky had given you every reassurance, every reason to trust them. And you did trust them. You trusted them blindly.

But can you trust the world?

Trust didn’t stop the ache in your chest when you saw Cassidy wedged between them on the couch, laughing at something Bucky said. It didn’t stop the sting when Steve placed a comforting hand on her back, so absentmindedly, so effortlessly, like it was second nature.

Like it was something he used to do for you.

You stood frozen in the doorway, fingers tightening around the edge of your jacket. That was your spot. That had always been your spot. Between them. Their arms around you. Their warmth surrounding you.

Now?

Now Cassidy sat there, twirling a lock of her hair, giggling, her body angled towards them like she belonged. And Steve and Bucky?

They didn’t even notice you standing there.

“You’re imagining things, Y/n.” Natasha leaned against the kitchen counter, sipping her coffee as she watched you pick at your food. She didn’t say it dismissively, but there was caution in her voice. Careful, Y/n. Don’t spiral.

“I’m not...” Your voice was hollow. You pushed your plate away and exhaled shakily. “She’s always there, Nat. Always with them. Always touching them...” You swallowed hard, shame burning in your throat. “I feel like… like I don’t exist anymore.”

Natasha sighed, setting her cup down. “Come on. You know Steve and Bucky. They’d never…”

“I know they wouldn’t.” Your fingers curled into fists. “But that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt.”

Natasha studied you, eyes softer now. “Talk to them, then.”

You nodded. You would. Of course, you would.

But deep down, you were terrified they wouldn’t see it, because they never seemed to see you anymore, ever since Cassidy came.

At first, it was small things.

A conversation cut short because Cassidy had a question. A training session where she suddenly needed Bucky to correct her stance, his hands on her wrists, her waist. A mission debrief where she sat beside Steve, too close, her voice too soft.

Then the canceled plans started.

“I’m sorry, Doll, but we promised we’d show Cassidy the training simulations today.”

“I’ll make it up to you, sweetheart. I swear.”

“We’ll take you out tomorrow, okay?”

Tomorrow never came.

And suddenly, your nights felt emptier. You’d wake up reaching for them, only to find cold sheets where they should have been. You weren’t sure what hurt more.

The loneliness or the fact that they didn’t even realize you were lonely.

They were still yours, weren’t they?

Then why did it feel like you were losing them?

It had been days, days since you had a proper conversation with either of them. Days since they held you like they used to. The only time you got them was at night, in bed.

And yet, there she was again, always there, standing too close to Steve as he poured coffee in the kitchen. Bucky leaned against the counter, smirking at something she said, arms crossed over his chest.

“God, Steve, I still don’t know how you carry that shield around all day.” Cassidy reached out, brushing her fingers over his bicep. “Guess it helps that you’re, like, all muscle.”

Steve laughed, shaking his head. “Occupational hazard, I guess.”

“What about you, Bucky?” She turned to him, eyes bright. “I mean, that metal arm has to be heavy, right? Can I?”

“Nah, sweetheart, it’s lighter than it looks.” Bucky smirked, flexing his vibranium fingers.

Sweetheart.

Your stomach dropped, that was your name. He called you that. Not her.

Your blood ran cold as Cassidy laughed, playfully nudging Bucky’s arm. Steve smiled, amused. Not once did they notice you standing there. Not once did they feel the air shift, the way your entire world was starting to crumble.

That night, you laid in bed alone. Again.

Because, Steve and Bucky had been in the common room with Cassidy, and you couldn’t take it anymore. So you had left.

You curled into yourself, biting the inside of your cheek to keep the sob from escaping.

They were just being nice. Right?

They didn’t see what you saw. Didn’t feel what you felt. Didn’t see how much it was killing you. Right?

And you were too afraid to ask the question burning inside you, “What if they don’t miss me like I miss them?”

You didn’t know how long you had been sitting all alone in the common room.

The compound was quiet, save for the faint hum of the ventilation system. You sat curled up on the couch in the dark, staring at nothing, arms wrapped around yourself as if that could hold you together. The weight in your chest felt heavier than usual, pressing down, suffocating.

You had spent the entire day alone. Again.

They hadn’t noticed. Again.

The cushion beside you dipped, and you didn’t need to look to know who it was. Natasha.

“You’re doing that thing again…” she murmured.

You blinked. “What thing?”

“Shutting down.”

You inhaled sharply, dropping your gaze to your lap.

Natasha sighed, shifting to face you. “Sweets, talk to me.”

Natasha always called you that name, and her reason was you were the only sweet person in her life.

You shook your head. “There’s nothing to say.”

“Bullshit.” She reached out, squeezing your knee. “I see you, you know. The way you’re fading. The way you barely eat. The way you don’t sleep until you’re too exhausted to fight it anymore.”

You swallowed hard, fingers gripping the fabric of your pants.

“They love you, Sweets.” Natasha’s voice was gentle but firm. “This… whatever this is, it’s temporary. They’ll see what’s happening.”

You let out a humorless laugh, shaking your head. “No, they won’t…” Your throat burned as you whispered, “They don’t see me anymore, Nat.”

Silence.

Natasha shifted closer, resting her forearm on the back of the couch. “We survived worse, you and me. Remember?”

You knew where she was leading the conversation, but you didn’t care.

“I wish I could remember.” The words slipped out before you could stop them.

Natasha frowned. “Remember what?”

You exhaled shakily, gaze unfocused. “How they trained us. How they made us feel nothing.”

Natasha tensed. “Don’t do that,” she warned. “Don’t go there.”

You lifted your head to meet her eyes. “Why not? It would be easier.” Your voice cracked. “I wouldn’t have to feel like this. Wouldn’t have to wake up reaching for them only to remember I don’t exist to them anymore.”

Natasha’s grip tightened on your knee. “That’s not true.”

“Isn’t it?” Your smile was hollow. “They canceled our date today, Nat. Again. I was supposed to spend the evening with them. Instead, I spent it watching Cassidy laugh at Bucky’s jokes and touch Steve’s arm and…” You sucked in a shaky breath, voice barely above a whisper. “And they let her.”

Natasha’s expression darkened, but she said nothing.

You turned your gaze back to the floor. “I just… I don’t want to feel this anymore.”

She was quiet for a long time before she whispered, “You’re not in the Red Room anymore, Sweets. You have them. You have me.”

You nodded. But the ache in your chest remained, because deep down, you weren’t sure if you still had them at all.

The bed felt massive. You lay curled up on one side, facing away from the door, the covers pulled tightly around you. The scent of Steve and Bucky still lingered on the sheets, but it brought no comfort.

Then the mattress dipped.

First on one side, then the other. Warm bodies slid in beside you, their familiar presence surrounding you.

“Doll?” Steve’s voice was soft, hesitant.

Bucky shifted behind you, his arm resting loosely around your waist. “We’re sorry about earlier, sweetheart.”

Your throat burned.

“We’ll make it up to you,” Steve added quickly. “We’ve got a whole day planned for you tomorrow. Just the three of us. No interruptions, promise.”

Tomorrow.

You closed your eyes.

They had said that last time.

And the time before that.

You swallowed the lump in your throat, willing yourself to stay silent.

Bucky pressed a kiss to your shoulder. “Come on, talk to us, Doll. We know you’re mad.”

Mad.

Was that what they thought this was? Your lips parted, but no words came out. Because what was the point? Tomorrow would come, and it would be the same.

Cassidy would be there.

Steve and Bucky wouldn’t notice.

And you? You would be alone again. A tear slipped down your cheek, but you kept your eyes closed. If you stayed quiet, maybe they wouldn’t hear how badly you were breaking.

Morning passed in a blur.

You moved through training sessions on autopilot, barely speaking, barely feeling. Natasha watched you carefully, her sharp gaze catching every falter, every moment you hesitated before leaving the gym. You knew she wanted to say something, but you weren’t sure if you had it in you to listen.

So you just kept going.

Kept pretending.

Kept waiting for Steve and Bucky to remember.

And then they did. Or so you thought.

“Doll, come on! Movie night’s all set up!”

Bucky’s voice rang through the hall as you made your way toward the common room, a flicker of hope stirring in your chest.

They remembered. They finally remembered.

For the first time in days, your heart didn’t feel so heavy. You ran your fingers through your hair, exhaling softly as you reached the doorway, ready to sink into the warmth of your boys.

And then you saw her.

Cassidy.

Sitting between them.

Again.

Your body locked up, breath catching in your throat. She was curled up comfortably, her legs tucked beneath her as she laughed at something Bucky whispered in her ear. Steve sat relaxed beside her, arm draped over the back of the couch, so damn close, so damn easy, like she belonged there.

Like she belonged with them.

You forced yourself to speak, though your voice barely carried. “What is she doing here?”

Steve turned, smiling at you. That easy, oblivious smile that used to make your heart race.

Now?

It made you feel sick.

“She didn’t know it was just meant to be us,” he said lightly, rubbing the back of his neck. “And we didn’t wanna be rude, so…”

You didn’t hear the rest, your ears were ringing.

They didn’t want to be rude to her. You stared at them. At her. And then you swallowed down every emotion clawing its way up your throat. “Enjoy the movie.”

That was all you said before turning on your heel and walking away.

They didn’t call after you.

Didn’t chase you.

Didn’t even notice the way your hands were trembling as you pushed open the door.

The tears came before you even reached the elevator, but you didn’t stop walking, didn’t wipe them away, didn’t care if anyone saw.

Not that they would. No one ever did.

You should have gone to your room. You should have buried yourself under the covers and let the ache consume you in silence.

But the walls were closing in too fast.

So instead, you climbed, up the emergency stairwell, up to the roof, where the air was sharp and cold, where the wind bit at your damp cheeks, where no one could see you break.

Your hands gripped the ledge as you sucked in deep, desperate breaths.

They had remembered and it still hadn’t mattered.

A hollow laugh escaped your lips, bitter and broken. You should have known, you should have known it would end up like this.

You closed your eyes, head tilting back as the city lights blurred beneath the weight of your tears.

You had never felt more alone.

By the time you came down from the roof, your tears had dried, but the weight in your chest remained, suffocating and unrelenting.

You stepped into the hallway, head down, steps quick, just wanting to reach your room, just wanting to breathe without feeling like you were drowning.

But the moment you turned the corner, you froze.

Steve.

Bucky.

And her.

They were standing there, talking, laughing.

Cassidy’s hand was on Bucky’s arm, her body tilted toward him in that way she always did, like she was drawn to him. Steve stood beside them, relaxed, like the world wasn’t crumbling around you.

Like they hadn’t just broken your heart a little more.

Their laughter died down when they saw you.

You knew they noticed your red, swollen eyes. Knew they saw the way your shoulders tensed, the way your fists clenched at your sides.

But they didn’t say anything.

Didn’t ask if you were okay.

Didn’t ask where the hell you had gone.

No, Steve just frowned slightly, like he was trying to piece something together. Like you were some puzzle he couldn’t quite solve.

You didn’t give him the chance, you walked past them without a word, without a glance.

Without acknowledging them at all.

And still, still they didn’t stop you.

The compound doors slammed shut behind you as you ran, your feet pounded against the pavement, muscles burning, lungs heaving, but you didn’t stop.

Didn’t slow down, didn’t care where you were going, as long as it was away.

Away from the suffocating silence, away from them, away from her.

You pushed yourself harder, faster, as if you could outrun the pain clawing at your chest, the unbearable ache of being unseen by the two people who were supposed to know you best.

They had always seen you, hadn’t they? Then why did it feel like you were fading? Why did it feel like you were already gone?

You were so lost in your own head, so consumed by the roaring in your ears, that you didn’t hear the footsteps behind you until a firm hand grabbed your arm, yanking you to a stop.

“Enough.”

Natasha.

You blinked at her, breathing hard, vision blurring. But she didn’t let go. Didn’t loosen her grip. She just stared at you, her green eyes filled with something sharp, something dangerous.

Something like determination.

“I let this go on for too long,” she muttered. “That’s on me.”

You swallowed hard, chest still rising and falling in ragged breaths. “Nat…”

“No.” Her voice was steel. “You’re not doing this. You’re not running until your body gives out just because they’re too damn blind to see what’s happening.”

Your throat tightened. “I don’t know what to do...”

She sighed, her hand loosening slightly but not letting go. “Then let me do something.”

Your breath hitched, but you believed in her.

Natasha had always been your anchor, your constant. You had survived hell together. She knew you better than anyone, sometimes even better than Steve and Bucky.

So when she said those words, when she looked at you like that, like she was done watching you suffer, something inside you cracked.

You swallowed hard, voice barely a whisper, “Okay.”

You hadn’t spoken much since that night, since the roof. Since Natasha found you and promised to do something.

You weren’t sure what you had expected, but you hadn’t expected him.

You sat on the rooftop again, legs pulled to your chest, arms wrapped around your knees. The city stretched out before you, endless and glowing, but all you saw was the emptiness.

The way you had been fading, the way they had let you, the way it still hurt.

You exhaled shakily, trying to push it all down, trying to keep yourself from breaking again.

“Bub.”

Your breath caught, your heart stopped, that voice.

Rough. Low. Familiar.

A voice that belonged to only one person.

You turned slowly, the cold air biting at your tear-streaked face and there he was.

Logan.

Your brother.

Standing there, broad and tense, his sharp eyes scanning you with a fury you hadn’t seen in a long time, his jaw clenched.

SNIKT.

The sound of his claws unsheathing was sharp, deadly, cutting through the silence like a blade to the heart.

His eyes darkened, fists trembling, rage radiating from his very being.

“Who?”

It was just one word, just one syllable, but it carried the weight of a storm. You swallowed hard, dropping your gaze.

Logan stepped closer, his boots heavy against the rooftop, his presence overwhelming.

“Who did this to you, Bub?” His voice was lower now, dangerous. “Tell me. I’ll gut ‘em.”

You squeezed your eyes shut. “Logan...”

“Look at me.”

You did and the moment his eyes met yours, whatever restraint he had left snapped.

“Those sons of bitches!” he snarled, pacing now, breathing ragged. His claws flexed, his shoulders heaved, pure, unfiltered rage pouring from him. “You’re telling me those two idiots, our idiots did this? Made you feel like this?”

You couldn’t answer.

Didn’t have to, because your silence was enough.

Logan let out a rough, guttural growl, his fists clenching so tightly that his knuckles went white despite the metal already tearing through his skin.

“I’ll kill ‘em.”

“No, you won’t.” Natasha’s voice cut through the tension, sharp and unwavering.

You turned just in time to see her step onto the rooftop, arms crossed, her expression unreadable.

“Why the hell not?” Logan snapped. “They hurt her.”

“I know,” Natasha said evenly. “That’s why she’s leaving.”

Your breath hitched, “What?”

Natasha walked toward you, gaze softening as she reached out and brushed her knuckles against your cheek. “Pack a bag, Sweets. You’re going with Logan.”

Your lips parted, but no words came out.

Logan’s brows furrowed. “Wait, you’re actually letting me take her?”

“She needs to get away from here,” Natasha murmured, eyes never leaving yours. “From them.”

You stared at her, then at Logan, your throat tightening so painfully you thought it might close entirely.

“Tasha…”

“No arguments,” she said softly but firmly. “You’re not okay. And I won’t stand here and watch you disappear.”

A single tear slipped down your cheek.

You felt Logan’s heavy hand settle on your shoulder, grounding you, steadying you.

“C’mon, Bub,” he murmured, voice softer now, almost pleading. “Let’s go.”

You hesitated, not because you didn’t want to leave.

But because leaving meant giving up. Leaving meant accepting that they had chosen her, that they had chosen everyone but you.

But maybe... maybe they had already made that choice a long time ago.

You inhaled sharply and nodded.

And this time, you didn’t look back.

Part 2

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[letternotekisses]

overwatch men react to you doing the ‘fake bj prank’ 🫦

Reinhardt pulls an almost adorably curious face when you suddenly drop to your knees in front of him, his mouth open in a small ‘o’ that soon turns into an excited grin once he catches sight of you tying up your hair. His hand instinctively comes to his belt - his cock growing stiff and heavy within moments, although his joy deflates almost instantaneously when you stand back up after ‘finding’ your ‘lost’ hairpin. He covers himself with a nearby sofa cushion and waves you off when you giggle and ask why he’s blushing.

Cassidy immediately gets comfortable, he knows the drill. Stubs out his cigar as quick as a flash and all but slams his Peacekeeper on the table beside him. It’s only when he realises you’re actually reaching for something you’d ‘dropped’ on the floor and not ripping his belt off wildly with your teeth does he stand there like an absolute melon. Don’t even ask him about it because he’ll simply lower his hat in shame and mourn over the loss of his cigar. That was Cuban. But you both know he’d forgo many more just for the chance of your perfect lips around his thick cock.

Genji is actually surprisingly hard to prank. If you try to ‘drop’ something or go to pick something up directly in front of him he’s much too quick to do it for you. Always the gentleman, but it grew almost annoying being unknowingly outsmarted by him every time. You had to get real creative with it - kneeling low and close to fiddle with the loops of his trousers gets him spluttering and looking around wildly for someone in the halls, before you pat his thigh and rise with a smile, claiming the new belt you’d got him looks so nice on. He’s adorably confused for a minute, before he mentally vowed to get you back. Although, you fear he may not get the point of the prank because you definitely had the best orgasm of your life after he was done with you. Sigh it’s the little things.

Hanzo raises a brow to you when you slide smoothly to your knees, your hands bundling your hair up until it’s tied back neatly. His back is stiffening the moment any part of you grazes his thigh and he instinctively reaches out to smooth the stray hair that escaped your grasp, the other hand settling upon the button of his waistcoat until…you’re giggling? And he sits back with a small embarrassed huff at his eagerness, a blush settling high on his sharp cheekbones. You pepper kisses all over his face to make it up to him and his fickle pride, which only makes him flush darker. He won’t stay mad for long, but similar to his brother - he’ll plan on getting even. Usually in the form of overstimulating you until you’re teary-eyed and whining or not letting you cum at all :-)

Junkrat is tittering with excitement the moment you walk into the room, let alone your little prank. As soon as you even try to get near him he’s jumping your bones and growling some nasty shit in your ear - you should have known that his insatiable nature would interfere with this. Oh well, might as well indulge him, hm? You don’t even get your dues either - as he’s too busy shimmying your trousers down your hips so he can get his daily taste of that pretty little cunt you were hiding away from him for so long.

Reaper is…not really the type of man you’d like to prank, but who says you’re any type of normal. It’s why he likes you. He won’t even let you finish your little prank because he knew what you were playing at from the start. He thumbs your head with his clawed gauntlet, a growling laugh low in his chest as his heavy cock rests on your face, pulsing hotly against your skin. Hey - you got yourself into this, but service him well enough and he’ll let you cum this time. Maybe? Who knows. He did like your attempt though! You should try and prank him more often if this is the outcome.

Lucio almost has a heart attack when you get to your knees - he had a concert due in ten minutes! But his cock betrays his best interest when it twitches to life and with ashamed (but not rly) delight he goes to fiddle with his trousers only to find…you were licking your thumb and wiping a smudge off of him. The poor guy actually almost beats himself up about assuming what you’re down there for until you explain to him with little giggles between kisses. You have a little something planned after his concert to cheer him up anyways.

Baptiste is like the largest gentleman at heart, so when you even dare squat down to even try and prank him he’s manhandling you so he can eat your pussy first. It gets weirdly competitive when you try to insist on it (so you can perform your epic awesome prank) so now you’re just 69ing. Wrong method right execution? You can’t really find yourself too bothered with Baptiste’s talented tongue deep in your cunt and his cock buried down your throat. Later, maybe. A man who insists his woman cums comes first is a man. Period.

Lifeweaver is too sweet about it to the point it might rot your fucking teeth out. It almost pains you to prank him because you just wanna suck the soul out of him through his dick. He doesn’t even blink when you’re ducking between his legs, or dropping things on purpose because he’ll just fucking help you pick them up. It’s almost infuriating so you instead take your frustrations out on actually blowing him instead. Niran palms your cheek with hands softer than aloe, his cock bulging your cheek as you swallow him deeper. Curse him and his magical body. You just wanna lick him all over.

Sigma is an intelligent man. You know it, he knows it, the ants on the ceiling probably fucking know it. That being said - he was convinced he’d memorised all of your mannerisms completely. So when he pushed back from his desk to greet you and you immediately dropped to your knees, bundling your hair up, he was happy to make quick work of his slacks. He is both humbled and down-crested to find it was a prank. He bundles you into his lap, murmuring nothings to you in Dutch. It’s enough to convince you to make it up to him - to warm his long cock with your perfect cunt while he works. Perfect. Try not to squirm…too much.

Roadhog yeah that ain’t gonna work on him. Not only does he have a sixth sense for when you (or Rat) are up to mischief, he also knows that you know he much prefers your sweet little pussy to your mouth. He thinks it’s worthy of a little punishment. Nothing too big, just something to keep you walking funny for a few days. (Good luck.)

Ramattra is very much accustomed to your human oddities by now, he’s grown tolerant of you (dare I say fond) enough to be unbothered by whatever you do. Treat him like a giant climbing frame for all he cares, you couldn’t make a dent. He knows exactly what you’re up to, and only when you’re whining for a scrap of his attention does he give it to you. Poor, sweet little human, begging for him? He’ll give you exactly what you crave, but you must remember that you asked for this when the silicone of his cock is buried impossibly deep in your tiny cunt, his cold, metal fingers splayed across the small of your back as he tuts down at you. Squirm all you want, Ramattra insists on taking his time with you.

Mauga won’t let you get off that easy either. He watches you go down with a grin that could rival the sharks back at Samoa. Watching you come back up has that smile dropping and an almost evilly mischievous glint appear in his eyes that has your panties just a tiny bit wet. In retrospect it was a good idea to prank him. In truth, when he has his fat, veiny cock buried down your throat and his meaty fingers deep inside of your cunt? It was a great idea. 10/10. In fact you should do it again.

Doomfist knows something is up the moment you tie your hair up because usually he just holds it back for you while he fucks your fac—oh. He quirks a brow at your giggles, but it’s not long until you’re quickly silenced. He soon has you riding his thigh with an intense desperation in your eyes as he thumbs your lip, cooing mockingly at the wet spot on his expensive suit trousers from where he’d kept you there so long. You cum when he thinks you’ve made it up to him, which might be a while, considering how much Akande seemed to be enjoying it, his chest reverberating with every pleased rumble. You’d think twice again next time about pranking the leader of Talon. (Probably…not.)

Also, PSA, if you don’t like my work, block me! Please don’t be negative and leave hate where it’s not needed.

[madfantom]

Full animatic And so, part 2 of my comments, let's start.

◁Part 1 || Part 3 ▷

In the last part, and here, the order in which the children got to William is shown, and I will explain why it is not the order of the murders Here is a MEMO with missing children to make it easier to navigate, since I drew very simplistically.

I mean, when watching usually fnaf animations, I myself had the question "who the fuck are all these kids?" and, either in another animation I understood, or I did not understand at all, or the designs were so simplified that you can guess (I mean a child in all red or with a pirate armband is foxy, Freddy is all brown, etc.) So I just made outlines of their hair and costumes and that's it

It's just a little complaint here, don't pay attention, I'll just say it once, and that's because I didn't think that someone would write the same thing all the time when writing AU And one more thing. Chick's name is SOFIA. Please guys, I know that Suzy from fnaf 6 exists, okay? She's there, hell, she's even in the animation next to Cassidy. I just shifted her from being a chick to another one, not removed. And she also has an interesting role and a different design logic, I just don't have time to do everything. In fact, I even have a reason why Sofia exists and I wrote a very long text post about it, but I haven't finished drawing sketches there, so you won't see it yet. It's just that I'm starting to get a little bit hung up by the same type of comments from Pinterest, although to get rid of this, I write in big letters everywhere that it's AU

Let's go back to the animatic

I have displayed the methods of killing, which will then be reflected in the appearance of the ghosts. In fact, I took the idea from my old horror zine Fnaf art when I was thinking about how the children died there to make their appearance more creepy. Some of the ideas remained, and some were redesigned, as well as some designs

Sofia was placed in a ventilation unit. William caught her and left her there suffocating in the off ventilation , after a light strangulation, suffocating in the off ventilation. She didn't actually die, but she was the first (And I refer to this also in a custom night with the phrase "I was the first, I have seen everything!") And now imagine how the room smelled of chemicals after cleaning it from all kinds of oils and other liquids necessary for mechanisms that are very difficult to wipe off. While ventilation did not work and the girl was locked in a narrow place after she was strangled, forced to watch through the slots for the children who were after her That's why Sofia's ghost makes such a quiet clucking sound, as she coughs as if she's still in the ventilation. She won't die of suffocation, nah, in this comic she's still alive and William can cut her throat.

About the rest it is more obvious, well, not counting the pictures on the Background.

Jeremy was electrocuted, so his ghost hair is pulled up as if by an electric shock. He also has charred lips and eyelid skin and no eyebrows, and his hands have torn and charred stripes from just the same clamp. He looks like the most crippled of the three

Fritz couldn't stand the blows from blunt and sharp objects and in the end they attached a mask to his face with a nail gun or something like that and set it on fire quite a bit. Well, just a little bit. His background is directly related to the comic, which Redraw at the beginning, and now I continue. I'm still doing it, but I need a lot of time for it

Gabriella was basically cut while they wrapped one of those cables around his neck that are forever hanging on the walls in fnaf and pulled out his eye after death

[jailbird-junkrat-writes]

Overwatch Handholding Headcanons Part 2

Part 2 of 4

Ana

It’s been years since she did something as simple as holding someones hand. Her hands are deceptively soft despite her age. Warm to the touch, firm when she takes your hand. She can sense your hesitation and is more than happy to take your hand in hers first. Firm, commanding but in a comforting way.

Cassidy

Oh, he’s a smooth son of a bitch. He takes your hand gently, bringing it to his face to kiss the back of it. You feel the tickle of his beard and the shadow of a cocky smirk on his lips as he does so. He intertwined your fingers with his and winks. His hand is rough, but his lips soft. You melt at the contact paired with his southern drawl.

Moira

She takes you by the wrist, firm and commanding as her eyes meet yours, reading your reaction as sharp nails skim along your skin. You shudder at the sensation, a smirk on her face as she continues to run them over your palm, claiming your hand, long slender fingers winding with yours as she tugs you towards her. One hand is smooth, and the other has such a defined texture of her scaring decay. You don’t shy away from either.

Mauga

The man is charming and confident as he offers you his hand with an eyebrow raised, wind blowing his hair as he gives you a sly grin. He waggles an eyebrow when you place your hand in his and he pulls you against him. Believe it or not he’s big into hand-holding, likes to see the size difference between you both, loves to see how you fluster at the look on his face. Booming laugh as he leads you by the hand. Probably into trouble.

Zenyatta

He likes to hold hands. He uses it as a form of affection towards his brothers, his friends, those close to him as well as the person he loves. A simple holding of the hand when talking or greeting. How he holds someone's hand and his relation to the person varies. With you he likes to hold your hand. He liked to rub his thumb over yours when connected. He gently runs his fingers over your knuckles, committing everything about the moment and how your hand feels to memory.

[alloftheimaginesblog]

at world's edge - chapter one {joel miller}

plot: Cassidy 'Cass' Vega is losing the fight with herself and with the Infected when Tommy Miller finds her and brings her back to safety. There she finds a new purpose; to live. Along the way, she makes friends and starts to find herself falling for a man almost thirty years older than her.

character: female!OC x Joel Miller

fandom: the last of us (tv show)

The sun dipped below the ruined skyline, casting long shadows over the broken streets. The snow was starting to melt, dark patches of road visible from beneath the icy sheets. Tommy's patrol moved cautiously, the horses cantering quietly, each step controlled and silent. Tommy led with practiced calm, his eyes scanning every window, every alley. There had been reports of raiders attacking a camp down the mountain, it would only be a matter of time before the raiders came barrelling through the walls of Jackson so they had to find them and end them; today.

"We've been tracking the raiders for days," Tommy muttered, "All signs point to here."

"They're here, all right," Joel glanced to his left, "Be ready."

"We're sitting ducks here-"

And then, it started.

Streams of bullets ripped through the air with brutal speed, slamming into cracked walls and shattered cars. "Contact front!"

They were ready as raiders poured from alleys and ruined buildings, guns blazing and yelling. The patrol scattered as they fought back. Joel had gotten pretty good at shooting and riding and managed a few headshots and a few decent body shots.

A sharp cry sounded - Danny fell, one of their own, a middle aged sharp shooter. Joel cursed under his breath before sending a bullet through the stomach of the raider that shot him.

As their fight continued, more raiders seemed to pop out from behind cars, at broken windows, "They're not stopping, Tommy!" Joel yelled to his brother.

"There's too many!" Another in their crew, Jesse, called, "We gotta fall back!"

Then, a gunshot rang out. Not one of theirs. No. Joel looked up, eyes zoning in on a figure on a rooftop - a woman with dark hair that was tied back. For a brief second, their eyes met but then, she went straight back to shooting. Easily, she took out various raiders either killing them outright or slowing them down enough for one of Tommy's men to finish the job.

Joel continued shooting but every so often, his eyes found her frowning deeply before continuing his killing spree. He heard the 'click' of her gun which meant she was empty and then, she dropped down from the rooftop. She moved like a ghost, silent but deadly, easily dropping from ledge to ledge until she landed fifteen feet from Joel's horse.

Again, their eyes met and Joel's gun raised. For a second, the woman's eyes widened but he let out a gruff, "Duck!" and she dropped to the floor. He took out a raider that was sneaking up to her.

She shot upwards quickly, brandishing a knife, and didn't hesitate to dive into the action. In a brutal melee, her fists and knife flying in a blur, every move was practiced yet lethal. The patrol slowly began to regain ground, rallied by her sudden, unstoppable presence. Joel couldn't keep his eyes from her, frowning and untrusting, despite her seemingly being on their side. He was distracted and distracted means stupid.

"Look out, old man!" She yelled, whipping around to look at him, "You got company!"

Joel dodged just in time to miss the knife plunge into his chest though it sliced his arm instead. Joel hissed in pain but it was a mere flesh wound, he'd survive. He raised his gun, aimed between the eyes of the raider and pulled the trigger. He had saved her, she had saved him.

Joel and Tommy zeroed in around her, finishing off the raiders that she injured, and it wasn't long before the last raider fell. The woman stood amid the wreckage, breathing hard but unbowed.

Tommy holstered his gun. Joel didn't. Tommy dismounted his horse. Joel didn't.

"Thanks for the assist." Tommy nodded.

Joel cut in before either could speak, "Who are you? Why are you here with raiders?"

She looked at Joel with a raised eyebrow, "Hello to you, too, old man," she scoffed, "I wasn't with them, not really."

Joel's eyes narrowed, "Cut the bullshit."

"I had unfinished business with them," she shrugged, "you lot coming gave me a good opportunity to kick 'em where it hurts. There's still hundreds more of this lot but we've sent 'em a message at least."

"Why?"

"Like I said, unfinished business. Looking for answers."

She wasn't going to tell them anymore than that. Tommy didn't need her to, "You got a camp? People?"

She shook her head, "Not anymore."

"Got a name?"

"Cass. Cassidy Vega."

"Tommy," he gestured to his brother, "that's Joel, my brother... We have a safe place, 2 hours on horseback. Got food, shelter; I think you've more than earned it tonight."

Joel shook his head, "No." Tommy looked at his brother incredulously whilst Cass rolled her eyes, "Never liked people who play both sides. How can we trust her?"

"Sometimes you've got to walk through fire to burn it down. Doesn't mean I'm one of them."

Tommy studied his brother and shook his head, "I believe her, Joel. She saved our asses today."

"One night."

Tommy rolled his eyes, "Ignore him," he said to Cass, "Jackson has room for people who pull their weight. Come with us."

Cass's gaze fell to Joel who was glaring at her and smiled, "Gladly." Joel scoffed.

Before they left, the group scavenged what they could from the raiders; bullets, guns, knives, food - anything that could be useful. They set Cass up with Danny's horse, covering his body and tying it onto the back of Joel's horse. They'd give him a proper burial when they were back.

Then, they set off.

Cass rode up front near Tommy who spoke to her. He'd always been too trusting. Joel was behind, eyes never leaving her. His distrust wasn't unshaken but something told him they wouldn't be getting rid of Cassidy Vega anytime soon.

Cass let out a long breath, "Holy fuck."

In front of them stood Jackson, a large town with high thirty feet wooden logs all around it; a fortress.

Tommy smiled, "C'mon."

The gates of Jackson creaked open, revealing an actual surviving town. It looked too good to be true. Snow blanketed rooftops and quiet streets, smoke curling from chimneys. Lights glowed warmly behind windows. It was the kind of place that felt like a memory - something from before the outbreak, before the world tore itself apart.

Cass tried her best to keep her expression neutral but her heart beat fast against her ribs. Joel watched her and watched as her eyes softened as she looked around. It had been so long since she was in a safe place, somewhere that wasn't surrounded by death.

They dismounted the horses, a few of them guiding them back to the stables, whilst Joel and Tommy carried Danny's body from the horse and Tommy said, "I'll go speak to Marge, I'll let her know." Joel nodded, saying that he would take him to the cemetery, they'd bury him in the morning.

Cass stood, soaking it all in, before Tommy turned to her, "Welcome to Jackson," he said with a smile, "Place runs on community. Work, trade, keep your nose clean. We've got power, hot water, crops, schools for the kids. It's not perfect but it's home."

"Almost seems too good to be true."

Tommy began walking and gestured for her to follow. She did, falling half a step behind him, as Joel trailed behind. Tommy began explaining the town, what they did, who ran it, why they'd survived thus far. Joel wasn't happy. He hated when Tommy picked up strays and trusted them blindly. Joel knew people, he could tell when a person had a secret and he knew that Cass had one. He knew she wasn't telling them the entire truth about her being with the raiders. What if this was all just one big massive ploy?

They walked into the town hall where a dark skinned woman stood, "Maria, this is Cassidy Vega," Tommy said, "She saved our patrol. It was an ambush, had she not been there, don't think we'd be here."

"Tommy come on, man," Joel huffed, "Tell your wife why she was there." Wife, Cass looked between Tommy and Maria, they were married.

"I'll tell her myself, thanks," Cass said sarcastically as she glared at Joel before turning back to Maria, "I was with the Raiders." Maria's eyes widened and Joel gave a satisfied smile, Cass's hands shot out, "I wasn't actually with them. I had infiltrated and had slightly began to gain their trust."

Maria frowned, "Why were you 'with them'?"

"I had-"

"Unfinished business." Joel muttered under his breath. Tommy nudged him.

"Thanks, old man," Cass said with an annoyed expression, "I want to destroy them. I needed answers."

"What question did you need answered?"

"Not one that you need to worry about." She was vague and didn't want to tell them too much too soon.

Maria glanced at Tommy before she sighed, "It's late. You have a place to stay?"

"You offering?"

"I'm offering a room with a locked door and a guard posted outside until we figure out who you really are." Joel was satisfied with Maria's assessment. She, too, could see through Cass's vague answers.

"I'm not here to cause trouble, I hope you'll see that soon," Cass spoke, "but thank you for letting me stay."

"People who aren't here to cause trouble usually don't have to say it," Maria retorted.

"Most people probably wouldn't have been infiltrating the opposition. I understand why you don't trust me. If I were you, I'd be wary too. So, I get it but hopefully I can prove my honesty to you."

Tommy cleared his throat, "Come on, I'll take you to the hold, you can change and rest."

"No handcuffs?" Cass said, her voice teasing, a futile attempt at a joke.

Maria's lips twitched, "Don't give us a reason to need them."

As Tommy led Cass to the hold, Joel's voice drifted from behind him - low and sharp, "We're making a mistake."

Cass looked back, "Then I guess you'll have to watch me close, won't you, old man?" Their eyes locked for a moment. Fire. Ice. The promise of a conflict.

Tommy kept walking, "This is gonna be fun..."

[kiwi-on-ice]

Kinktober 2024 day 6: Cum Swapping with Cole Cassidy and Hanzo

gn reader, NSFW 18+

also contains bisexual Cole and Hanzo, threesome, blowjobs, dom!hanzo

Both you and the cowboy can be heard moaning softly, kissing sloppily as his hand grabs yours. It's lewd and messy and everything you both want, before two hands grab you both by the hand and pull sharply.

"Don't forget what you're here to do." Hanzo says curtly, his cock hard and covered in the shared saliva of both of his partners currently on their knees for him.

"Someone's desperate ain't they?" Cole replies, a slight brattiness in his tone as he smirks up at the archer. But in return, Hanzo gives him a cold smile before pushing his mouth on his cock. Making a surprised noise, he quickly recovers and starts to bob his head and run his tongue along the underside.

You’re forced to watch incredibly close, the grip on your hair making sure that you can't look anywhere else, not that you want to in this moment. A soft moan rips itself from your throat as you watch your boyfriend suck your other boyfriend off, before Cole is pulled away. Quickly, you're in his place, as Hanzo pushes your head to replace him and you get to work. Feeling the archer in your mouth was heavenly, as another moan bubbles in your throat and vibrates his cock. Hanzo hisses softly, hips bucking forward and forcing his shaft further in your mouth, almost hitting the back of your throat. Gagging gently at the intrusion, that only makes Hanzo moan louder, and Cole to stroke your arm in a comforting, encouraging gesture.

However Hanzo pulls you off, before pushing both of you to either side of his dick. Getting the hint, you stick your tongue out and Cole does the same, lavishing the sides of your partner's shaft. Hanzo groans out as he starts to move you both again up and down before letting go and letting you both set the pace.

You and Cole take turns taking him in your mouths, the other licking whatever isn't in a mouth or dragging your tongue down to the balls. But the archer above you is only a man, and groans out that he's about to cum.

Cole is the one with his mouth wrapped around him, so eagerly sucks as his boyfriend cums with a sharp moan. But before anything else, he rasps out,

"Don't swallow." Making a noise of confusion, Cole does as instructed and pulls off Hanzo's cock without swallowing. With a smirk, he adds on, "You both were so eager to kiss earlier. So kiss."

He directs you both like pets, and before you can even register, Cole has his hand on your jaw, pulling you into a kiss. Hanzo's cum tastes bitter on your tongue as you feel it enter your mouth, the sheer filthiness of the act making you whine in sick pleasure. You shuffle closer on your knees, till your chest is practically against his. Swapping the cum between you both, Hanzo looks down and enjoys the show, his smirk never faltering as some dribbles down your chin.

You both break apart for air, breathing heavily before you both grin at eachother, reveling in the feeling of such a taboo act.

"So dirty." Hanzo says from above, as if he wasn't the one who orchestrated your little stunt.

"For you." you say, stroking his ego, to which Cole nods in agreement.

“Yeah, all f’you.”

[robo-writing]

Violent thoughts of giving Cole Cassidy a shave after his beard has grown out, you sitttng in his lap as you sharpen the razor, him teasing you and telling you to “be gentle darlin’” as your begin to glide it across his skin. He’s smiling the whole time, barely even paying attention to the sharp object at his throat, too distracted by the intense focus in your eyes, how you bite your lip in concentration. His hands don’t help at all, the comforting circles they draw on your bare skin making you stop and shiver with each pass of the blade.

“Stop that,” you whisper, trying your damnedest to keep a steady hand. “You’re distracting me.”

“Distractin’ you?” He purrs. “Now how in the world am I doing that?”

He’s the picture perfect definition of smug, an air of confidence afforded to him by the fact he knows his effect on you, knows it like the back of his hand, knows it like the stars know the night sky.

“Cole,” you huff, then you feel the heat of his hand lower towards your ass. You almost want to smack that grin off his face, but you know it’d just turn him on even further.

“Come on sweetheart, best hurry up now,” he groans, fingers drumming against the soft flesh. “‘M not a very patient man, ‘specially when it comes to you—“

“Oh really?” You wonder out loud, only to be interrupted by the heavy slap of his hand against your behind.

“If you only knew how you get my blood going…” he chuckles to himself, head tilted so he can look up at your flustered self. “Like I said, hurry up so we can get to the fun part, yeah?”

“Me sitting on your lap isn’t the fun part?” You tease. He rolls his eyes at that.

“No, it’s what you do when my pants are off,” Cole groans. “Now please baby, don’t leave a poor man waiting.”

You laugh, but your hands quickly move to finish your job. After all, he said please.

[ghostgirl101]

Imagine making friends with Cassidy, the young boy possessing Golden Freddy.

|| Word Count: 522 || Platonic Fluff ||

A/N: Goldie's my favourite character from the FNAF world, so I had to write a bit of something for him .-. if you want to see anything specific for any of the FNAF. movie characters then go ahead and request some stuff, as long as it's not smut, and platonic/childhood sweethearts with the missing children :)

Ever since you started working as a night guard after Mike Schmidt’s resignation, surprisingly, you aren’t attacked by the vengeful animatronics who stalk the building. If anything, they’re protective. Especially Cassidy, the quiet young boy who always seems to be watching from the shadows. He’s killed someone before who got too close to you. You’ve even seen him smile once, a massive rarity.

He lingers in the corridor and watches you from the distance with an unreadable look, a hint of a smile on his face. You glance up from the camera screens to meet his calm, but equally sharp and intense stare from across the hall, piercing through the darkness cloaking the entire building, generators always seeming to fail and leaving Freddy's in an ominous night-cloaked tone.

"Hi, Cas," you say softly into the dark room, Cassidy tilting his head ever so slightly to the side in an almost curious response. You can't help but smile slightly at that, the traces of childhood and its blissfull innocence, not completely snuffed out by the horrors that took it all away from him so many years ago. He says nothing.

"Come to keep me company?" You offer with a half-smile, reaching out a hand in his direction, slowly and steadily, ready for him to reject it in silence and step back into the blackness that he seems to so effortlessly emerge from.

Cassidy hesitates for a long moment, before taking a soundless step forward, gazing at your hand blankly, as if not entirely trusting the gesture. But then, slowly, slowly, he stretches out his arm and smaller hand to meet yours, cold dead fingers brushing against yours. You smile fully, squeezing his fingers between yours gently, comfortingly, your other hand brushing back his fine blond locks away from his eyes.

"Poor thing," you find yourself mumbling aloud to yourself. "You're freezing..."

It's a good question of if Cassidy can actually feel the chill, but it doesn't seem to bother him. The foreign positive touch is nice and soothing, and a ghost of appreciation makes his mouth twitch into an almost-smile. He rests his head against your shoulder, breathing out a small content breath from his nose, as your fingers skim the boy's hair. He looks so little and quiet and distant, and for a moment, it seems like a ridiculous idea that he could be capable of anything close to murder, though he most certainly is.

You glance back at the cameras absentmindedly... then again. A frown tugs at your brows, and you peer closer at the digital, hazy image of the abandoned party room... and an intruder, someone who had found their way into the building, or was very likely lured there, lying still and cold on its floors.

"What...?"

Your voice trails off in realisation, and you roll your eyes, half amused, before looking back to Cassidy with a brow raised, as if to say, "really?"

Cassidy, of course, blinks back up at you with unfaltering innocence, his gaze only sharpening with matching amusement and something familiarly dark and unsettling that lingers in the halls of the Pizzeria.

"He fell asleep."