#why do i simp over a child killer?

[snzysimper]

Sick! V/anny x W/illiam

Oh, I guess I forgot to post this from the other day. Oh well. Here it is now. It’s pretty short, but I think it’s cute.

"Aww, you poor thing. Did someone catch my cold from the other day?"

Although Vanny knew he was trying to tease her as well as show some legitimate concern, he did so in a somewhat condescending voice. She was laying across the couch and looked up at him. "Shut up, William," said a hoarse voice.

William laughs. He figured he should avoid pushing her buttons for that day. She usually referred to him as ‘Mr. Afton’, so her calling him ‘William’ was probably her trying to be disrespectful, but he frankly didn’t care. He never said she had to call him ‘Mr. Afton’ to begin with.

William scooped up Vanny in his arms. She chuckled. Although it was a nice gesture, Sir Noodle Arms XIV almost dropped her on the floor.

"hhh hh hihh-! Hh-tchi!! K’tchs! Hih hhih…snf IISSHIS!!”

William chuckles. “Bless you, kitten.” Placing Vanny on the bed, he lays down next to her. He looks up and opens his arms. “C’mere, kiddo.” She smiled as he spooned her, keeping her nice and warm.

Vanny yawned, snuggling up against his chest, when suddenly a small tickle began to build up in the back of her nose. Despite her attempts to ignore it, her breath began hitching, her chest rapidly rising and falling with each breath.

“You alright sweetheart?”

“Ihh hhih Ihhht t-thhhickles…I need to sneehhihh-!! IIISHHEW!! Hi’tchew! H’tchi!! H’ktchs!! H’shIEW!! HAT’CHEW!! Oh, sh-shhhhiit- I’m sorrhhhy-IISSIEW!!”

William smiled. “It’s alright, just let it all out.” She clutches his shirt as she continues to sneeze into his shoulder. He pats her head. “Snndff Ugh…s-sorry. I couldn’t control it…” William kisses her forehead. “Not to worry, my little bunny rabbit. Feel better.”

[multifandomlover01]

To Drown In Your Love

(Simp!)Spencer Reid x BAU!Reader (menstruating reader, female anatomy)

Established Relationship

WC: ~3.4k

Warnings: 18+ MDNI menstruation is discussed, pads are mentioned but you could just adjust the time mention and pretend it says tampons or something else, it’s not that big a deal, female fingering while on period, Spencer being horny but also determined to not succumb to it, both parties achieve orgasm (either simultaneously or female first and male soon thereafter)

Disclaimer: I understand that some times I have put for female orgasm may not be accurate. I am a female...I know. But this is fiction so...it's not gonna be 100% realistic

Note: reader is a child behavior specialist (expert on child witnesses, victims and perpetrators; debriefs children after they’ve experienced a trauma) because I wrote this for myself and that’s how I imagine/write myself in the CM universal

Gif credit: hotch-girl

Gif not necessarily indicative of timeline placement

“JJ…JJ, no…not a case. Not now. Please.” You beg her as she goes towards the conference room as she exists her office.

“Sorry. Duty calls.” She gives you a sympathetic look as she waves the files in her hand.

You groan lightly and lay your head on your desk. Your period was due to start any day now and you hated starting it when you were on a case. If there was one thing your body and you yourself hated, it was a lack of consistency and continuity.

Your body sometimes just said: “girl, tf are you doing on a plane going to North Dakota?”

Like…it’s my job…please…cooperate?

Nope. Guess what? You gotta poop. On the plane. With your coworkers. Or guess what else? Blood. Haha. Who said God didn’t have a sense of humor?

Your boyfriend Spencer, who sometimes was more attuned to your body than you were, knew exactly why you didn’t wish to go on a case right now. He comes over to your desk and places his hands on your shoulders. He leans down to kiss you on the head.

“It’ll be ok.” He says softly, intending to be reassuring. He simply gets a groan in response.

He goes over to his go bag and checks to make sure he has extra pads, water bottles, acetaminophen, and underwear for you. He’s well prepared and stocked as usual.

He comes back over to you. He leans down, wrapping his arms around you. He kisses your temple. “I’ve got pads, underwear, pain killers and water, all for you, ok? Don’t worry, hon.”

You lean back into him, relaxing a bit. “Thank you. You’re the best.”

“Only because you deserve the best.”

The team is called into the conference room.

Another case in California. On the other side of the country. Great. Child victims and witnesses too. My favorite, my area of expertise. Just the right case for my period to start in the middle of.

There was that delightful divine or cosmic sense of humor again. You’d rather just go home and crawl into bed but no…a child needs to be saved and a killer needs to be stopped.

The team is dismissed and Spencer helps you pack your go bag and get it loaded onto the plane.

-

After a long and exhausting day, Spencer and you finally arrived at your hotel. The team parted ways as they went to their rooms. Hotch had taken to pairing Spencer and you up when it was needed. He’s become resigned to the fact that you two worked better at your jobs when you weren’t separated. He also knew he couldn’t keep the two of you from sneaking into another room when you had separate ones so he thought he’d just go ahead and save you the trouble.

As soon as you got into the room, Spencer unloaded your bag as well as his. He produced a pad for you.

“It’s been six hours.” He said simply, referring to when you’d gotten your period earlier in the day and had put a pad on. Sometimes the job got in the way of hygiene. You tried your best but sometimes stuff slips away from you a little. Fortunately, 6 hours wasn’t entirely too horrible.

You took the pad, along with the sleep wear he had additionally produced, and offered a small thanks before slipping into the bathroom to change.

Coming back out, you were feeling better as you had a clean pad and a clean set of clothes (a t-shirt and shorts) on.

Spencer had already changed into an old short sleeve CalTech t-shirt and a pair of long, light weight pj pants (even though you were in California, he didn’t own one pair of shorts, mostly because he was insecure about how scrawny his legs were (ignores that S9 (?) ep I guess)). He looked up from his book when he heard you exit the bathroom.

“Hey. Are you feeling better?” He asked softly, giving you a sympathetic look.

You smile. “Much. Thank you.”

Hotch had put you two in a single bed room because only so much money was allotted for rooms and a single bed room happened to be a little cheaper than another double bed room.

You join him on the bed, snuggling up to him. He puts one arm around your shoulder. You lay your head on his chest. He starts to read out loud softly. You don’t know specifically what he’s reading and it doesn’t matter. You just love to hear his voice.

After a while, he starts to notice you shifting a bit.

“You ok?” He stops reading. He looks down at you.

“Mhm.” You nod. “Yeah. ‘M fine. Keep reading.”

“You sure?” He asks, wondering if you are masking your pain for his benefit. “Are you feeling any cramping?”

You murmur incoherently somewhat.

“Sweetheart? Are you ok?” He slides his hand down to your lower back where he begins to rub softly.

You sigh softly. Spencer chuckles.

“Oh? Is that it? Are you hurting down here?” You could almost picture the sly smirk on his face as you now have your eyes closed as you laid your head against his shoulder.

You nod. “Yeah.”

Without a word, he puts his book down on the nightstand, detaches you from him and turns you to face away from him. His hands find purchase on your lower back, his thumbs digging into your muscles. You groan softly.

“That’s it, love. Just let me take care of you.” He lifts your t-shirt up and pulls your shorts down a bit. His thumbs rub circles over your muscles on your bare skin.

“Does this feel good, hon?” He asks softly.

“Mhm. Yes. Thank you.”

“No need to thank me. It’s my job to take care of my girl.”

You chuckle lightly. “A job you do very well.”

“Well, I try.” You were turned away from him and there was no way you were twisting to face him right now. But you could still almost picture his pink cheeks and shy smile.

“You succeed.” You reassure him softly.

“It’s just…you deserve the world and I…I wanna give it to you, you know?”

“You do, hon, you do. Trust me, ok?”

“Ok.”

His thumbs continue to dig into your lower back. His body presses into yours. “Do you feel better?”

“Mhm.”

As time goes by, you visibly relax. You are reacting to him touching you and he notices he’s reacting to touching you. He tries to focus on you and not himself.

“You know…sometimes I forget just how much our touch affects each other.” He chuckles softly.

“We touch each other quite a lot, even when we aren’t supposed to…how on earth could you forget?”

“I don’t know, to be honest,” he chuckles lightly, “it’s just…every time I touch you…I feel this warmth spread through me.”

“We talking mushy romance like or are we teetering towards lewdness.”

He audibly shudders. “Sweetheart…” he chuckles.

“What? I’m your girlfriend, Spencer. You’ve been massaging a fairly intimate part of me for half an hour now…you’re allowed to be sexually attracted to me.”

“It’s actually only been 23 minutes and 37 seconds.” He said softly.

“You’re deflecting.”

“Sorry…” He murmurs.

“Don’t be. And don’t be ashamed of being attracted to your girlfriend.”

“I just…you drive me crazy, ok? And…sometimes that scares me.”

“I assume you mean in a good way. Why would that scare you?”

“I’ve never…I’ve never felt this way about anyone else before. I don’t wanna screw it up by acting like a horny teenager.”

You chuckled. “I doubt you could screw this up even if you were to do that.”

“R-Really? You mean that?” He asked hopefully.

“Spencer…is there something you want to tell me that you’re not telling me?” You asked curiously.

“Maybe.” He murmurs.

“Can you please tell me? Can we talk about this?”

“You’re gonna hate me.”

“I could never hate you, hon.”

“I love you…so much. I feel…so…deeply for you. It scares me sometimes and I’m afraid it might scare you if I don’t show restraint.”

“I honestly don’t think anything you could do could ever scare me, sweetheart.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Well what is it exactly that you think is gonna scare me?”

“I really like touching you and I feel like I’m being selfish when I’m trying relieve your pain and discomfort but all I can think about is how touching you makes me feel.”

“You think you being horny is going to scare me? You’re a man. You’re my partner. It’s a natural reaction.”

“I know that. But…it just feels wrong that I am sexually attracted to you right now while I’m trying to help you with your period pain.”

“Period sex is a thing, you know. I get horny on my period too. It’s ok.”

“Well yeah but you’re not actually saying you’d wanna have…sex with me while you’re on your period…are you?”

“You’re telling me you don’t know the statistics on how orgasms can reduce cramps?”

“Well I uh y-yes…I do know that but I guess I just didn’t know if you’d be up for that. I guess I just kinda figured you’d be against it.”

“I’ll admit that I’ve never been too keen on the idea but I’d be ok if you maybe wanted to uh…finger me?”

“Really? You’d let me do that?” His face practically lights up.

“Yeah, if you want.” You shrug. You trusted him.

“I’ll get a pillow and a towel.” And just like that he’s off the bed like a rocket.

You chuckled at his enthusiasm as he chucked a small pillow from a chair at you which you caught and went to lay on your back with it under you as he went into the bathroom to get a towel.

He is so excited to get back with the towel and to see you lying on your back with the pillow underneath you and with your legs spread that he almost trips over himself and throws the towel at you as well. He scrambles up onto the bed. He looks at you with heart eyes.

“You’re sure you’re good with this?” He asks with concern in his voice, almost like he’s scared he’s pushing you into this. He places the towel under your butt so it is also under your vagina and legs so if anything gets messy, nothing will get on the white hotel sheets and the poor staff won’t have to get blood stains out of them.

“As long as you are.” You assured him.

“Oh I’m more than sure,” he chuckles, “I just wanted to make sure that you were ok with it.”

"I'm ok with it. I promise. I wouldn't have suggested it if I wasn't ok with it." You reassure him as you place your hand on top of his.

"Then c-can I..." He trails off as he gestures to your underwear.

"Mhm. You can, yes."

He beams as he leans forward and grasps the sides of your underwear and slowly pulls them down (If tampon user or a user of anything that needs to be removed: He carefully removes it and places it on the edge of the towel). He cleans the area with a warm, wet, washcloth that he’d brought from the bathroom.

"That better? You feel cleaner now? More comfortable, hmm?"

You nod. You'd cleaned yourself up in the bathroom when you'd gone in and changed but having him clean the area with the cloth did indeed provide you with some comfort. And you knew he'd only done it for your benefit. When it came to you, his germaphobia kinda checked out a little. He knew you. He trusted you. Sure you were as gross as any other person, but you were his person and that made it ok.

You were shocked the first time he told you he wanted to eat you out about six months into your relationship. You weren’t the one to bring it up, he was. You would’ve thought that he'd find putting his face in your private area to be an absolutely disgusting notion. But there was nothing disgusting about the way that he absolutely went to town on your pussy that first time (unless you’re a pearl clutching Southern old lady or something). Hair or no hair. Bush or trimmed. Shaved or waxed. He literally didn't care. You had just showered earlier that day and had put clean clothes on so he knew you were clean (he helped you out with personal hygiene sometimes, especially when you were struggling). He ate you out until you came twice within about 15 or so minutes. It was the first time he’d ever performed oral on a person with a pussy, too. He’d done his research, though, as he always did. He knew in theory what to do and was a quick learner in practice. Being a behavioral analyst certainly came in handy in the bedroom.

He tentatively reaches out with his hand to touch your clit. You shiver. He spreads your folds to reveal your clit more, his thumb brushing against it.

"You have such a pretty clit, baby." He rubs his thumb back and forth over it.

“Th-thank you.” Even after all this time, his compliments still held the ability to make you blush.

He rubs in rhythmic circles just the way he knows makes you feel good. It takes a few seconds for him to find the right rhythm but he always knows when he's found it by the way your body tenses and the way your breath hitches.

"You're really sensitive on your period, aren't you?" He murmurs

You nod. You whimper softly as he continues to rub your already sensitive button.

"Lots of women are. Your testosterone levels are increased on your period, and your estrogen and progesterone are decreased. The hormone dance that's happening in your body at this time lends itself to an increased libido."

You want to chuckle at his use of the phrase "hormone dance" but you're too focused on his increased pace on your clit. He's rubbing it in just the right way that's making you start to feel gooey inside. Little whines and whimpers begin to escape you.

Spencer cannot bring himself to care that you weren't giving him your undivided attention as he explained why your sex drive was currently increased. He didn't care that you didn't chuckle at his use of the phrase "hormone dance". He only cared about making you produce more of those addicting noises.

He can tell that you're squirming and whimpering more earlier on than you usually do. He loved how sensitive and responsive you were.

"I bet it's not going to be long before you're cumming, hmm?"

"Wh-what's our record again?"

"Ten minutes."

"I'd say...that we're well on our way there...wouldn't you? We can make that.”

"Mhm...I'd say so. Especially if I..." he increases the sped at which the index and middle fingers of his right hand are circling your clit.

You moan softly. “Oh…yeah…”

“Yeah? Does that feel good, sweetheart?”

“Mhm. It does.”

“Maybe I should go a little faster.” he increases his rhythm and is hitting it just right at just the right speed.

You whimper softly. “Fuck.”

“Oh? You like that, hon?” He is grinning now.

“Mhm…I like…a lot.” You nod.

Your breathing quickens. Little whines and whimpers begin to escape you.

“Yeah? You do? How long do you think it’s gonna be before you’re cumming? Five minutes? Eight minutes?”

“Are you…keeping track?” You pant lightly as he is expertly rubbing your clit and it’s got you mewling.

“Always.” He says as he looks at you with a determination in his eyes. You wonder how he can pleasure you and observe you while also calculating the time so precisely but then again, he’s a genius. You’re not so sure that technically explained it but you knew better than to ask or argue with him.

He continues to strategically strum your clit, using his experience with you and his experience with behavioral analysis to determine what you like and dislike and what to do and what not to do to get you there. He leans down to kiss your temple. His lips move to your ear, where he kisses the shell of it.

“Four minutes and 15 seconds and counting.” He whispers, his voice thick with desire.

“I don’t know if…we’re gonna make five minutes.” You chuckle softly.

“I’ll settle for eight.” He chuckles as he dips his fingers down to my entrance to collect some of my arousal before going back to rub my clit.

He’s hitting just the right spot at just the right pace.

“F-fuck never mind.” You say and your voice is higher in pitch.

“Hmm? Yeah? If I keep going like this, are we gonna make that five minute mark after all? You gonna cum in 8 minutes total time for me, honey?”

“Shit y-yeah, I think I am.” You chuckle. “How the hell is that even…possible?”

“You’re stressed…pent up…and aroused. And…you’re with me.” His soft smile turns into a devilish grin. He was allowed to be cocky because God knows this man knew your body inside and out and knew exactly what he was doing.

“That’s…true.” You chuckle softly.

He continued to skillfully work you towards an orgasm. You noticed his hips rutting.

“I can touch you too. You know that, right?”

He shakes his head no. “No. I’m fine. This is about you. Don’t worry about me.”

“I always worry about you. I know you were embarrassed before but…you’re allowed to be turned on and want pleasure. How long have you been aroused? Since you began massaging me? More than half an hour ago?”

He sighs and nods. “Yeah, pretty much.”

“Does it hurt?”

“It’s not exactly comfortable.” He chuckled.

“Let me touch you, please. You’re touching me. It’s only fair.” You look at him pleadingly.

“This wasn’t…about me. This was about you.” He grunts, trying to contain himself and not give in to his own pleasure because he really would like to focus more on you right now.

“And what did I say about you feeling that way?”

He sighs. “That it was ok.” He whispered softly.

“That’s right. There’s no reason that both of us can’t feel good.”

“But I…”

“No buts, honey. You deserve to feel good too.” You reached for his pants but he bats your hand away. You look at him confused.

“I’m sorry. But I’m afraid if you pleasure me, I won’t be able to focus as much as I want to on you. Just…please…let me make you feel good.”

You lock eyes. His warm eyes are darker, his pupils dilated.

“If you’re sure.”

“I’m more than sure, sweetheart. Now let me make you feel good…please.”

It doesn’t take him long before he’s got you feeling close again. He is rutting against the mattress at an increased pace now. He looks determined and focused on making you cum. You’d never know that he himself is nearing his own orgasm.

“You close? Gonna cum for me, honey?”

You whine. “Yeah.”

“Good. Me too.”

You don’t have time to process this before a few rubs over your clit with just the right amount of pressure in just the right way are sending you over the edge, causing you to whimper as you grip the sheets.

“That’s it…that’s my girl.” He softly praises as he helps you through your orgasm. You are too engrossed in your own feelings to notice that he’d been moving in just the right way to get the right amount of friction to make him release as well.

You come down from your high, panting slightly.

“Jesus…thank you. Now…are you sure you don’t want me to…” You trail off as you look at his crotch and notice a wet patch.

“That’s evidently not necessary.” He murmured, chuckling softly.

“Did you…” You ask, slightly amazed by how he’d been able to cum just from what he was doing. You never realized how aroused your own arousal made him.

He nods. “Yes. I did.”

“Oh…ok…” Your cheeks tinge pink as you smile.

“You wanna…take a shower?” He asks, sensing the slight awkwardness around the subject.

“Yeah…that sounds good.” You nod.

He uses the rag from earlier to clean up a bit before helping you off the bed and toward the shower, grabbing clean clothes along the way.

[fnaffancontentbutmostlyglamrocks]

This is primarily aimed at Security Breach fans in particular, not FNAF fans as a whole.

You all are so damn toxic sometimes.

Even worse is that people are just being mean to Monty fans right now

"Don’t get all angry because your favorite wasn't in the game," and I don't think they get that he’s the ONLY one not to be in the game.

I hate being a fan of Monty cause we had to deal with the Glamrock Bonnie fans harassing anything to do with Monty on Tiktok or Twitter. "MONTY KILLED BONNIE!"

FOR FUCK SAKES THIS SERIES HAS A LITERAL CHILD SERIAL KILLER WHO ABUSED HIS CHILDREN! WHY IS THE ANIMATRONIC ALLIGATOR WHO MIGHT. LET ME REPEAT THAT. MIGHT HAVE KILLED ANOTHER ANIMATRONIC MET WITH THE SAME ENERGY AS SAYING SOMEONE SIMPS FOR DAHMER?

Not only that, Monty fans have been playing each game hoping Steelwool will treat him better. Expand on his character a bit more. Instead his negative personality traits and "evilness" being played up more and more cause Steelwool and Scott saw some people hate him, and thought it wasn't enough.

In Ruin there's not one moment Cassie shows any concern for him. It's that Monty thing, it hurts to look at. Than they made him just the worst off of the trio, and fucking killed him.

Now even in a game he rightfully should appear in. He's the ONLY one cut.

Monty fans get the short end of the stick.

We are harrassed by fans

Our boy is treated worse and worse each game. Physically, mentally, and even in narrative.

Now, he’s just fucking gone with little fanfare.

Its like why are you obsessed?

Honestly, because Monty speaks to me. This is mostly head canon, but based on how he acts.

I used to have really bad anger issues in elemantary and middle school. Even worse, I had to deal with a mentally abusive teacher telling me I wouldn't amount to anything. I was bullied relentlessly because they knew that when I reacted with my outburst class would be delayed. I even lived in the same neighborhood as them so I couldn't escape. It got so bad I attempted suicide. What saved me was after so long of being harrased, after so long of people only judging me based on what they heard. Never defending me. Someone finaly went to the principal and told them to look at my bullies before I reacted. Suddenly, the bullying stopped. What's sad is, it's not like I didn't try. I went to the principal and guidance counselor every dat. In the end to them I was that punk kid who would snap at any moment. Not a person.

With Monty I see someone who was like me. With anger issues because he hates himself as much as he thinks everyone hates him. I wonder if in universe he's constantly reminded he's not Bonnie. He sees fans clamoring to see Freddy while ignoring him. People always bring up the Missing message and his Arcade game to judge him. Then seemingly forget about the message that states he will skip shows to be over Monty Golf. You know the same shows he apparently killed Bonnie to appear in. What I see is someone who needs to work on his anger issues and get better, but isn't evil. They're dealing with the fact that one day their anger got the better of them, and they did something they couldn't take back. Something that I think many people with mental health problems can relate too.

My anger issues didn't just get me bullied. I was an embarrassment to my parents. I hurt people I loved. I was violent. I didn't hurt anyone, but I threw books and flipped tables. I was in this loop of feeling like everyone hated me because of my anger issues, and that only made things worse and worse. Even now I have a hard time loving myself.

That's why Monty means so much to me. I saw someone who was like me. I saw someone with anger issues but was more than that if people gave them the chance.

All I wanted was to see Monty one last time before he was retired when the new band is announced.

I couldn't even get that.

Before you make fun of me, this is what a comfort character is. I'm sure there are fans who relate to Roxy’s insecurities. Who have an eating disorder and feel for Chica. Who felt lonely and wanted attention like Sun. Who lost a loved one like Freddy.

I just wanted people to understand why this is just more than "my favorite didn't make it" for some people

I really hope Steelwool sees how much people really love Monty and not only put him in HW2 fully. They also treat him better

[yellowbunnydreams]

Mechanised Devotion (Part 4) ~Steve Raglan/William Afton x Female Reader~

~You're all so lovely honestly, and honestly I know we are all simping over large hot killer man, but who gives a fuck but it is so fun to write! I hope that you enjoy this part as well, sorry for some more slow burn :). Also, enjoy some animatronic fluff cause why not?~

Tag List!: @ruh--roh-raggy @likoplays

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

CW: Minors DNI, (18+ ONLY), afab reader, legal age gap (Reader- 20's, William - 40's), mention of crimes and violence, blood, mentions of child death (it's FNAF, what did you expect?), past trauma; abusive relationships. Nicknames, degredation.

For the past three nights you had been attempting to call Steve Raglan.

However, it never seemed to go anywhere but to the voicemail, hearing his warm, but tired voice saying to leave a message after the tone and he would get back to you as soon as he could. That felt like an utter lie as you hung up the phone for the fifth time that day to call him. Looking at the clock with somewhat despair as you realised it was time to make the long walk back to Freddy's once again.

Despite what had happened, you had been unable to get ahold of Steve to tell him about it, and the thought of being in that pizzaria filled you with dread. Somehow, you had managed to make it for three more nights, and tonight was your last shift of the week.

You'd figured out a few things since you arrived.

Freddy and the yellow one you recognised as Chica now seemed to be somewhat 'friendlier' than the others. Freddy would move quite early on in the night and had taken to peering into the little window of your office door to make sure you were okay, taking up residence at the end of the hallway and watching as you came in and out. You'd also noticed your drawing you gave to him roughly tacked up behind the stage when you made your initial inspection for the night, which made you smile despite your rapidly beating heart.

Chica seemed somewhat confused at first, she kept dropping off items outside your door like some demented robotic delivery service. Sometimes it was a surprisingly in-date bag of chips, but most of the time it had gone out of date in the nineties. You felt bad, wondering whether it was programming gone haywire.

Foxy remained an asshole, he liked to stare at you through the window and drag the hook along the door, trying to catch the handle and let himself inside. You'd brought one of those sticks that sits under the handle and acts as a heavy duty door stop, which seemed to deter him somewhat, although you weren't sure with how heavy they surely were that it would truly buy you any time if any of them decided you'd met your time.

Sometimes you would draw instead of doing your homework and checking the cameras, placing them against the glass so the animatronics would see. You made a point to keep one of Foxy being mean to you on you incase he lingered too long at your door and you needed to get out for a few moments to use the bathroom. For whatever reason, it seemed to make him move on after staring at it with the one intact eye, eyepatch and ears moving before it was almost like he stomped off in a huff.

You had managed to make the job somewhat easier for yourself, but it didn't mean you wanted to continue working in a restaurant filled with malfunctioning robots with at least a minor penchant for violence.

Coming through the door, you noticed how eerily silent it was. Pulling back the thick red velvet curtain and waving at the animatronics cautiously. You hadn't really seen Bonnie around that much, but you were quick to spot the slight flicker of their lids and a faint creak of limbs as it seemed they powered up, waiting to roam around the open space. You even stopped by Pirate's Cove and opened the curtain slightly, jumping as you found Foxy leant forwards and mouth agape, almost at your head height. Hand over heart as you tried to calm down your nerves, you found yourself breathing heavily.

"Asshole." you muttered, blowing a strand of hair out of your face before you headed to the office again. Planting the door stop under the handle and securing it. Glancing at the monitors as you flicked on the breaker, you gave a satisfied nod as they came on as expected. Sitting at your chair and keeping an intense eye on the animatronics as you waited for them to start their fuckery.

But as the first hour crawled by, you began to worry. Even cautiously peeking out of your door and checking for one of the mascots. Nothing.

Something felt off.

Stepping back into the office, you noticed one of the cameras was down suddenly, making you frown. The cameras were ancient, sure, but you had never seen one receive 'no signal' like that, and part of you wanted to go and check what it was that had made it play up but a creeping, cold feeling in your stomach told you to stay where you were. Safe. Or at least, relatively so.

Steve Raglan, or rather, the man who pretended to be Steve Raglan had slipped inside the pizzeria in the earlier hours of the afternoon. And he had waited oh-so-patiently for his prey to wander in obliviously into his trap. He'd been monitoring you for days, growing irritated as you called and called, but he wasn't about to give you the satisfaction of answering. He knew you would quit before he even had a chance to turn on the charm and sweet-talk you into continuing, and honestly, he was intrigued how you managed to figure out that drawings helped to control the animatronics.

Or it was simply a clever, clever fluke.

But as he ran his gloved fingers over the knife in his hands, he grinned under the mask, none of it mattered in that moment. You were about to be his, and his stupid child had failed in her duties once again. Something pitiful about getting shot on the job and having to take medical leave. His hand automatically moved to where his collar usually covered and thought of the scars that would be there, how painful it had been when they had been inflicted on him so many years ago, but he had managed to go to work the next day still. He blamed Vanessa's mother for her weakness.

Stalking through the blind-spots of the cameras, he made his way towards the office, his footsteps light despite the heavy suit around his body. He felt his heart pounding in his broad chest, and if his eyes were visible, he was sure they would have almost been pinpricks as the adrenaline coursed through his veins. Carefully peeking in, he noticed your intense concentration on the cameras and tried the handle quietly. Pausing as it didn't fall open, confused as to why it wasn't budging. Peering back in, he could just make out the door jam, and this time he really swore. Adrenaline mixing with fury that you would spoil his reveal like that.

Moving away like a shadow, he searched around for an alternative. He was growing impatient. He wanted to break you. The doors were all locked up and he had the key at the moment, you never stood a chance of escaping from him. But there was a begrudging respect that you had managed to think of something so stupidly simple that it never occurred to him.

As he turned the corner into one of the staff corridoors, he spotted a solution and grinned coldly.

You were soon going to be his.

~~ It was around 4am when your head snapped up, looking towards the door as you swore you saw something moving nearby from the corner of your eye. A chill sliding down your spine like an ice-cube as the feeling of being watched suddenly came over you.

Then you heard it, it was faint at first, but grew louder as you paused and tried to place the noise. It was the sound of something heavy moving, but it wasn't like the usual footsteps you heard outside your door when Freddy and Co. moved around, this was something...odd. Echoey almost.

After another few moments, you realised it was definately movement, and looked around for the source, before spotting a vent with the cover missing on the floor next to you. Cautiously, you grabbed your flashlight and knelt down besides it, straining to listen as you tried to think what could be making the noise.

'Probably just a rat.' you thought to yourself. About to stand up before you spotted two white eyes glowing out of the dark, coming around a bend in the vent, moving slowly, painfully forwards with a soft 'shush' of fabric moving across metal.

Hands trembling, you flicked on your flashlight and felt yourself choke on your breath as the yellow and damaged features of an animatronic came into view. The fur matted and slightly broken in some places, eyes half-lidded and blank as they stared at you. crawling itself through the small space towards your office.

You dropped the light and screamed as a distorted laugh emanated from the creature. The man inside the suit savoured the sound with a delighted shudder, his heart pounding harder in his chest as he managed to pull himself out head first into the office. His massive frame slow to rise as he unfurled himself to reveal his nearly 7ft height in the Spring Bonnie costume. Not that you knew it's name. Nor did you really know his.

Scrambling for the door, you tried to prize away the door jam, but your fingers kept slipping and unable to turn it so it could release. Body shaking as your own adrenaline worked overtime to try and help you escape. But a heavy weight against your back suddenly slamming into you took your breath away and left your hands trapped against the solid door.

The pressure moved, and you felt a heavy hand pressing against the back of your neck, pinning you by your throat as you tried to reach back and grip the thick animatronic fingers holding you in place.

At the edge of your vision, you saw the expressionless face with an almost skeletal grin come into view. Those white eyes burning into your mind as you saw the other hand come into view, bringing up a wickedly sharp knife with it. Seeing it, you burst into tears, hot and salty and they streamed down your face and it became hard to breathe from the pressure and as your nose and throat became sticky with mucus. Nails scraping into the fur behind and the wood of the door, feeling splinters ripping up into your fingers as you tried to make your desperate escape.

You sobbed harder as a wheezing laugh came from the suit.

"Such a pretty little cry-baby." The crackling voice cooed, bringing the knife closer and running it across your cheek, making you shake and flinch, drawing a little blood across your skin. You swore you almost felt the thing shudder as it watched the crimson welt up against your flesh, mixing with your tears and dripping off of your chin into the white of your blouse.

The knife moved from your face to your back, running across your ribs and making your heart flutter wildly like a bird trying to escape from a cage, the sharp edge catching the delicate fabric before it sat at the base of your neck, just under its hand, threatening to thrust the tip into your spine and leave you dead or paralysed.

"You almost ruined my fun, little thing," It hissed, coming in closer and watching her expressions with almost a sense of delight about it. The jaw creaking open slightly and turning the grin menacing as it tilted it's head to one side. You swore you almost heard it breathing, like it was smelling your hair as it pressed in close again, the weight of its body against your back and forcing the knife to pierce your skin. It spoke again, low and crackling as if the voice inside was broken. "what did you need a lock for? Hm? Were you scared you'd get hurt?"

The questions were almost mocking, the voice distorting and moving somewhere between all too human and robotic. Sobbing harder as you couldn't find the breath to suck into your lungs. You didn't know that the man behind you was shaking in excitement. From the thrill of having you trapped and pinned, crying so hard you might pass out and already bleeding for him.

Suddenly it spun you around, slamming its large hand across your throat and lifting you slightly, your toes barely able to keep on the floor as your eyes widened in panic. Clutching at the hand and arm as your instincts told you to fight. To survive.

"Fucking answer me when I ask you a question!" It snarled, slamming your head against the door and making you see stars as you gasped for breath. Feeling the back of your head become sticky and warm, running down your back and through the animatronic fingers. Distorting the colour.

"To...To keep freaks...like you.. OUT" you sobbed, shouting as loudly as you could with the metal crushing your windpipe, your foot coming up and slamming against the arm holding the knife. Feeling something crunch under your foot as you were slightly surprised that you managed to bring your leg up that high.

But the thing dropped you, grunting as it moved back for a moment. This time though, it brought the left hand up to right forearm and made an all-too-human gutteral scream as it doubled over. You watched in horror as blood poured from between the rotting cracks in the suit, and your face paled as you realised that there was somebody under the mascot suit.

Steve Raglan under the suit was pissed. He had been having such fun making you cry and sob, and he hadn't thought about your legs being free. The pain of the springlocks digging into his arm made his nerves light up, his hand clenching and unclenching as he made sure it could still move. Knowing he was going to have to spend time digging the barbed hooks out of his flesh for hours afterwards. His head snapped back up, intending on killing you for your disobedience.

But your hands had managed to work the door jam and you had made a run for it. Leaving behind all your stuff as you fled the building, not caring to look back or even attempt to grab it as you fled from the psycho in the yellow bunny suit.

Your lungs burned, and your eyes remained misted as you burst into the cool night air outside and continued to run down the main road. You weren't sure where you were going, but it was anywhere, anywhere but Freddy's where those silver eyes watched you with a dark, burning passion as you fled from him.

[afton-family-askblog]

Mike, darling? Can you get me a bat please? *High-fiveing all the dead children as I walk towards Willy with a bat.*

This is redemption for the sin of simping over William.

beat that boy with a bat **SMACK**!!

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On a more observational and less violent note, William. You're an interesting personality. A highly organized serial killer who, even though you didn't have billions on you, manged to get away with multiple child murders.

My personal feelings aside, you have a great mind. Creative, intelligent and resourceful too. So my question today is why? Why would you do this?

- 🦚 inspired by insta reels and brought to you by yours truly (aka a psychology girlie.)

(also I am so glad, I thought I might have offended you <3 😭)

...I needed to bring my family back. -William Afton

[lale-txt]

💘 One Piece men and how they would realize they have a big fat crush on you (PART 2)

(part 1)

Sanji

ok so big news, this man is a simp and gets heart eyes instantly

but love, oh true love! there's calmness in it.

being the hyper lady lover 3000 that he is, he would be washed away by a wave of peace whenever he is around you

no sweaty hands, no nosebleed, no heart attack. just the lingering feeling of something that is bigger than life

he'd bring you breakfast in bed and would just know that he wants do to this for the rest of his life

your sleepy voice, the cup of tea he prepared for you just as you like it in your tender hands, allowing him to see you this vulnerable...

cupid definitely shot an arrow straight through his heart, another one to be sure and a third one to seal the deal

the following days he'd be busy figuring out your ring size (because why wait when he just knows that you are the one?)

Sabo

Sabo and you would write letters back and forth whenever one of you was on a mission (which was quite often), telling each other about your daily life and feelings

better believe that this man would have risen to become a famous poet if the revolutionary army hadn't needed him first

he would always get really excited to hear back from you, seeing your handwritting, the letter you folded so carefully, and just the tiny bit of your perfume as he opened it when he was alone

lately he would catch himself struggling with how to end the letter. xoxo? (hugs and kisses, huh.) best? (too formal!) your friend? (just a friend...) with love? (LOVE?)

he would ruffle his golden hair in the shimmering candle light, followed by a quiet "oh"

he's still a feral child at heart, so you better be prepared to receive that "will you be my girlfriend? [ ] yes [ ] yes in cursive" letter very soon

Kid

another feral child in a grown man's body

it sure does take some time to win his heart over, but the second he lets you in, be sure that there is no way out

Kid would probably mistake being in love with being hungry first, also a stomach bug maybe

counseling with Killer in an emergency meeting what this strange tingling feeling was whenever you entered the room (Killer would probably be like "bro")

would possibly stomp out of the room with a red head when you ask him about his day and if you should let him run a bath as he seems a bit exhausted

also would come back, yell a soft "yes please" in your direction and stomp off again

imagine him blurting out a confession while you're carefully washing his massive back

which would result in a wrestling battle between you two to stop him from drowing himself immediately because of embarrassment

Rayleigh

oh Rayleigh. at his age, this man has loved and he has lost.

but that feeling in his stomach, when you're around him? could it be? he hasn't felt like this in ages.

at first he would try to brush it off. wasn't he too old to feel like a teenager all over again?

yet there would be no denying that his heart would jump the second he sees you walking towards him, waving and smiling

when you leap yourself into his arms he has to fight the sudden urge to kiss you so bad (and this man is no shy kisser, be assured)

Rayleigh would carefully test out the waters how you felt about the age difference between you two (hasn't he seen the "I <3 DILFS" sticker on your notebook) and if your feelings were mutual or just student-mentor-like

the dark king would be quick to make you his queen, he waited so long for you to step into his life

[suicidalslasher]

𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝗺𝗲 - 𝗴𝗵𝗼𝘀𝘁𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲. (2)

Part two of AYOM. I may write a third and final part but we'll see... As usual, warnings // tags: Female reader, she/her pronouns are used.

This story contains NSFW elements such as forced sexual favors, kidnapping, Dub-Con/Borderline Non-Con, dirty talk, etc.

If you enjoy this, please do leave a comment and let me know what you'd like to see more of + requests are open. If you wish to support me & my work, here's a link as well for my ko-fi (here). Donations are welcome but not expected. xxx. As always, enjoy you slasher simps ;)

They looked exactly the same, minus a few scars on their body and deep scratches carved into their skin. It was as if they didn't age a single day.

Hell, they looked younger than they had been before.  Your mind is spinning, twisting, and twirling. 

Your stomach is heavy and you feel as if you could puke.

You aren't sure if that's from drinking so heavily not even a few hours ago or whether it was from fear and terror creeping up inside your veins, eating away at your insides.    "Who wishes to play with our new toy, first?"  hummed Roman, turning to the other men with his smirk still displayed across his lips.   All the men raise their hand but Roman scoffs and tsked, pointing his finger forward at Stu. "Now, Macher, you've already had your chance and had your fill as of now. Give someone else a turn..... such as myself,"  Stu scoffed and crossed his arms as if he were a child, throwing a tantrum.  Roman grinned devilishly as he turned around, his cold, dark eyes meeting with yours.  He steps forward and instantly drops to his knees, his tongue darting out of his mouth as he wets his lips. 

As the man had done earlier — that man being Stu, as Roman announced — this one is doing the exact same as  he presses his face forward, his mouth capturing your cunt with his as he nibbles against your clit.

You're weak, you have been the moment you felt Stu's tongue inside of you. You've been  hot and bothered the moment they gave you  a single fucking compliment  too because not only are you so desperate for a quick fuck but you love being praised and you hadn't been complimented in so long, hadn't felt the warm touch of a person in so long... you were needy and desperate. You hated saying it, hated that it were true, but.... You didn't give a fuck that the people touching you were serial killers.  All of this was wrong, wrong, wrong, WRONG.  Your family would be ashamed of you. Your friends, especially, would bow their heads in shame and disapproval. What would Sidney, Tatum, Dewey, Gale, and Randy think of this?

Here you were, getting wet and aroused by the men who've tried to kill them?  You're getting wet to the ones who have killed them.  Curiosity clouds over you, as well as horror. Is that why you were here? Were they going to have their way with you then plunge a knife into your chest and watch you bleed out? Watch the life drip away out of your eyes and watch how you struggle to breathe until there's no air left in your lungs?   

Out of all the times you had to deal with Ghostface, none of them had even harmed a hair on your head.

Was it their turn now to do so?  As Roman continues lapping his tongue up and down your folds,  the other men in the room give you a questioning look.  "You look like you've got something to say," Billy said with his head tilted aside.   "So, speak." Stu echoed, cocking his head the opposite way.  "A-Are.... you going to kill me?" Your voice trembles as you fear the answer you're going to get.  Roman, who had been so involved with the flavor of your pussy on his tongue, even pulled away and gave you a look.  To you, it seemed as if he'd rather be down in between your thighs with your legs clenching around his head than being up, getting some air.       "Kill you?" He mocked your words and you feared for the worst.  "Oh, baby... you're alive, aren't you?" He chuckled as he rubbed his thumb against your clit, making a whimper fall off of your lips.   "You were always our favorite." "You ARE our favorite," Mickey corrected.       "We failed the other times, though.... trying to get to Sid and killing her... trying to kill Gale and Dewey..... But you? You, (Y/N)..... You are something else, something special, something.... unique... You're like the rest of us.

"A fan of movies. Mainly of the horror genre. So, we figured,  as a team, we might as well make you the final girl in our little movie." Billy chuckled as he gestured to the area with a motion of his hands. Your eyes follow his  movement and this is when you realize in every corner of the room, there's cameras, blinking a  green light every so often.   "Roman's idea," Mickey said, patting the man on the back, causing Roman to flush a crimson red.    "I'm a director, after all." He stated, smiling proudly.  "So, w-what is all of this.... then? Some sort of fetish between all of you? A snuff film featuring me?"  "Darling, have we not made it clear? We're not going to hurt you." Roman reassured. "No, but we are going to absolutely wreck your insides with our cocks, though." Stu giggled.   "Mmm.... yeah, you see... I’ve been bragging about you, (Y/N)...  to  all of my lovely friends here... I've been watching you from afar. You in your bedroom,  dancing and singing to your favorite albums, pure joy written across your features as you twirl and spin....  You at your favorite restaurant,  ordering the exact thing you always do, yet enjoying it as if it's your last meal.

"Every single movement,  I have seen and I have fallen in love with you. As, we all have.... We all wish for a piece of you, a taste of you... So,  listen to me... If I untie you, you better get on your knees and open your mouth so they can try a piece of you themselves;  not all at once, of course.... Unless you'd want to be gagged by four cocks..... that is, of course, all up to you, dear."  A chuckle was heard behind Roman and (Y/N) turned, despite your instincts telling you who it was  already  that was chuckling in amusement.  Stu. No surprise. You had always been paranoid  of being watched, feeling exposed and vulnerable, even if you were by yourself and there was no real legitimate reason you should be feeling this way.

But... now you understood why that feeling never went away. "Or... if you prefer the latter and wish for us to slit your throat, we can do that as well." Billy grinned.   You shook your head, murmuring a long string of 'no's'.   "So, are you going to behave yourself?"  Stu pondered.  You nodded 'yes', unable to form your words, let alone gather enough courage and strength for a sentence. "Yes.... what?" "Yes, who?"  "Yes, sir..."  "Good girl. Mickey, send her to her knees. Then, you can fuck that lovely throat of hers."  "I-I thought I was going to be untied?"  "You think we're really going to let you go that easily? Please, we're not that foolish and ignorant."  "Yeah, we aren't idiots, (L/N)." Stu scoffed, clearly in disbelief.  You were tempted to point out that, yes, in fact they were idiots, being the fact they had gotten caught with their kills and their target (Sidney) ended up as a survivor and all their plans fell through. Every single one of theirs. Not a single person in that room had  a successful mission when it came to killing weather reporter Gale Weathers, Sidney Prescot, and Deputy Dewey Riley.  Unfortunately, some of your closest friends, did in fact, get  to come face to face with Ghostface such as Randy, Tatum, Casey, Cici....  (Which is still why you feel so disgusting, being all hot and bothered right now. You know you shouldn't be. You know you shouldn't feel like this and.... yet, you just can't help it.) The police department of Woodsboro thought instead of killing the Ghostface killers right then and there at the scene, the real torture would be to lock them up and away, isolate them and leave them alone with their thoughts, let their thoughts consume them and leave them behind cells to rot until eventually, they'd pass and wither away into nothingness.  Being here proved that the men in charge of that department should've listened to those that insisted they killed the men, but, whatever. Too late for that. You weren't going to lie, however. You were curious as to how they all broke out and got here, how they found you but your thoughts are soon cut off short, as well as your oxygen because  before you realize it, your mouth is being full of Mickey's thick and full cock, the man not taking a single to letting you breathe as he fucks into your throat, nice and slow.  "Fuuck....." He groans, rocking his hips as he  pushes more of himself down your throat, causing you to groan around him, sending small vibrations to shoot through his cock.    "Always knew you would be a perfect cockslut. Taking me in, nice and deep, like a good proper girl, aren't you?"  You nodded as best as you could with the grip  still tight around the strands of hair that rests atop your head.  You tried shifting your gaze elsewhere, looking at the rest of the killers within the room.   

Despite your face literally  being blocked from Mickey's large groin, you could make out what the other men were doing.  Stu was laying sprawled out on a black peeling leather couch,  his cock in his hand as he watched you.  The two other killers sat opposite of him, doing the exact same thing. 

Billy gave himself long and lazy strokes, his thumb brushing over the slit of his shaft while Roman, who sat on his left, was pumping himself up and down at a rapid pace, saliva dripping from his chin. He looked like a rapid animal.  All three men appeared to look at you as if you were their prey and they were the predator. And for some reason, some twisted, vile, horrid, reason... you were into it.  You felt all of their eyes on you as you turned your gaze back toward Mickey and began to suck him off, clearly taking him and the rest of the Ghostfaces by surprise.   "Would you look at 'er?" cooed Billy.   "She's finally playing her role." "Finally, giving us a show, huh, (Y/N)?" Stu roared, bringing his hands together as he clapped.    "You're the star, baby, don't you fuckin' forget it." Roman hollered.   Eyelashes kissing your cheeks ever so lightly as you close your eyelids, you concentrate on the man in front of you, on pleasing  him... pleasing the others.   It had been a few months since you've given somebody oral before therefore worry bubbled up in the pit of your stomach.  You could only hope you were doing well as you hollowed in your cheeks and began to bob your head up and down.

Your tongue slid out of your mouth as it made contact with the crown of Mickey's cock.

You hum around him as you run your tongue around him as if his dick was a lollipop you couldn't seem to stop licking and sucking.   

You whimpered once he did.  The wetness continues to grow  and you're afraid, at this point, your leaking all over yourself and the floor beneath you.  Upon hearing that, yes, you are doing a good job, you continue with your actions but begin to shove more inches of his hardening cock into your mouth, making Mickey above you groan loudly, his hands tightening around your hair.   

You could feel his shaft twitching amongst the tip of your tongue, a clear and obvious sign he's about to cum.  While you're focused on making him bust his load, you don't hear footsteps coming from behind you until you squeak as you're being pulled away by the ropes on your back. "Hey, I wasn't finished," Mickey said angrily.  "Don't worry, Altieri. I'm just lifting her up so I can taste her cute cunt and lay beneath her." Stu stated as if it were obvious. The man lays on the ground beneath you, he shoots you a mischievous grin as he gestures you over with a motion of his finger.  "C'mere and sit on my face. Let Mickey fuck your throat until he cums and then, I want you to cum all down my throat, all over my face, got it?"  You nodded eagerly, desperate to feel someone's tongue on your cunt.  "Y-Yes, please." Mickey grabs the ropes on your back and helps align your cunt with Stu's face, slowly pushing you down on the top of his tongue. You let out a long, shaky breath as you fully sit on top of Stu's face.

Your little breaths of air are soon cut short when Mickey pulls you back to face him and shoves your cock down your throat once more, catching you off guard.    While Mickey fucks your throat with sloppy and messy thrusts, Stu is beneath you, eating at your cunt like it's melted ice cream.

He's slurping all of the juices that have withered out from your pussy and sucking it into his mouth, swallowing every last drop that had fallen from your cunt. 

His tongue explores every inch of your womanhood, a piece never going untouched by his mouth. Meanwhile, Billy and Roman watch from afar, continuing to pump their hands up and down their rock-hard cocks, enjoying the show that plays out in front of them.     

Your body feels as if it's on fire, as pleasure begins to grow stronger and bigger in the pit of your stomach. 

Your knees begin to buckle and shake, you almost lose your balance until Mickey grabs you by the head once more and forces you to stay put, murmuring under his breath, "Ah, don't think you're going to run away from me that easily, do you, pretty girl? Not when I'm about to shoot my load down your throat, watch you take every last drop of my cum like the good cum slut you are."  Your mind is whirling, going 100 miles per hour, it seems. Every single one of your thoughts about this situation have vanished, all you can focus on is how good you feel and how close you are to your orgasm.

Your heart is thumping rapidly against your chest, you swear you're seeing stars as your body begins to tremble like a leaf during a storm.  It's all beginning to be too much. Stu's not only continuously lapping his tongue up and down your folds but he's slipped a finger inside you as well so your cunt tightens around his fingers.

Mickey's cock twitches in your mouth, letting you know he's almost there.

You could tell  because of how sloppy his thrusts have became and how  his moans have grown more low in his throat  than high pitched and frustrated.  You bathe in gratitude, feeling a warmth sense of pride wash over you as you swallow every last drop that was shot off into your mouth -- like the good girl you were. 

Mickey watches with his pupils wide and blown as his chest rose up and down slowly in an attempt to get his breathing back in control.

He smirks down at you before he reaches forward and grabs your face  in the palm of his hands in a firm manner, whispering exactly those words, "Such a good girl."   "Who is up next?" He asked, gesturing over to you.   Billy Loomis then stood to his feet.  You were being used for their own sexual favors.  These men were going to take turns doing whatever it was they had planned in the back of their dirty minds and take it out on you... you couldn't tell if you were more excited or more nervous.... maybe, a little bit of both. Either way, as Billy headed toward your direction, as if on instinct your mouth fell open and Billy stops in front of you, snickering. "Ready for my cock, are you, babe?" He hummed as he licked his lips before grabbing his already leaking shaft, pressing the crown of his dick at the end of your tongue. 

"Want to see that tongue, darling. Show me how you can work that tongue. Show me what you can do with it."  You nodded as your eyes fluttered close and you allowed your tongue to do the work for you.

You ran your tongue across the slit of his cock, tasting the salt from his cum on your lips. You hum silently as you then hollow in your cheeks and press as many inches of the man into your mouth, down your throat.   Only a handful of times have you ever deepthroated a man's throbbing member before, this being one of those times. 

You tried with Mickey, but the combination of Mickey's cock slipping in and out of your hot, moist mouth and Stu lapping at your cunt as if he was so eager to please, so ready for you to let loose on him; it all got a little bit to be too much - you couldn't concentrate.  This time, you could.  While you went down on Billy, having his cock tickle the back of your throat and your hair being curled into a fist by the man's knuckles, the others watched in 'awe'.  Roman watched from the back of his own camera, having zoomed in on your doing plenty of times for the film to capture. Mickey watched Roman's recording as he sat next to him, telling him  he'd be more than happy to sit back and edit the clips together. Stu, meanwhile, did the same as he had been for the past few  minutes; sprawled out his legs and fisted at his cock while trying not to bust a nut over himself or the others that sat next to him. "Oh, you getting this, Bridger? I'm gonna shoot my fuckin' white, sticky load all into that pretty mouth of hers. Want to see you capture it, so I can watch over and over again."  "You got it," Roman said with a devilish grin as he focused his camera onto the pair a few feet away from he.  "Oh, yeah," Billy groaned, the grip on your hair growing tighter as his thrusts grew messier.

"Oh... fuck, baby, yeah, that's it. Suck my cock like that. Going to make me cum. Wan' me to cum for you, huh? Open that mouth, let me feed you." Billy pulls away and with a few quick strokes of his cock, he's cumming undone, all down your throat, just the way Mickey had done not even a minute or two ago.   "Ah, excellent!" Roman shouted as he stood to his feet, handing the camera over for Mickey to take.      Your mouth was beginning to ache, beginning to throb, and yet... your pussy was aching and throbbing, too.

Luckily, as if he was reading your mind, Roman picked you up from the ropes tied behind your back and took you down to the couch he had been at previously, laying you against the cushions of the chair, making you lay flat against your stomach.

He hummed with delight, purring as he grazed what felt like a knife at the end of your back. Your eyes widened and your heart flip-flapped against your chest but you said nothing, did nothing..

What could you do? It was one against four.

You verses them.

You couldn't do much, even if you wanted to, even if you could.     You curse under your breath as you feel the sharp object digging into your skin.  "Whatchu doing over there, Bridger?" questioned  Stu.  "I'm marking what's ours." He replied in a monotone voice.  As if the question Stu had asked was the dumbest one on Earth. 

 "Adding all of our names on her back, into her skin, digging into her flesh as I mark who she belongs to.... 'cause you belong to us, don't you, baby? You're our good little bitch, our perfect actress for our homemade films, aren't you?"   The blade dug deeper, as if he was telling you to answer him.  "Yes, of course." You murmur, nodding your head weakly as you felt blood begin to trickle down your back, rolling down your skin to your bare ass.

"Your good girl, your perfect star... Do whatever you wish."   Roman hummed, clearly satisfied with the answer he was given. He lay the knife down on the ground before he spreads apart your legs, your pussy on full display for him and the rest of the killers to see. 

 Your cunt was shining with  arousal, glistening underneath the  fluorescent lights that shined above.  All the men cooed with delight.   "Look at that pretty sight," hummed Stu. 

 "Tastes better than it looks, too." He said with a  snicker.      "Well, come on then, boys. Let's do as we said we were and let's fucking murder this  pussy."  Roman cheered, the boys following along with him.

You were in for one hell of a night...

Besides you being stalked by each individual Ghostface, the killers themselves were being watched, too... Oh, this story surely is going to be one wild ride. It doesn't end here.... does it?

[frogfootiepajamaguy]

Casually self-inserting myself into my two fave slasher movies so I can simp for the main killers and basically replacing the final girls cause I would've done shit differently:

Featuring; My non-existent will to live, the simp inside of me, my inner gremlin and the fact that I'm Gen Z

TW: Swearing, simping

BUBBA SAWYER (TCM)

Four people in a van? No. Me in a van who the fuck would I invite I have no friends

Hey look a hitch hiker that definately isn't related to mass murdering cannibals and definately isn't one himself

Want a ride- SIKE. I ain't lettin no stranger come into my fuckin van and start cutting his fuckin hand so I drive straight ahead-

Oh shit I ran out of gas. Can't have a horror movie without making the main character's car run out of gas right?

So shenanigans start and I start fuckin walkin to god knows where and found a house

So I go inside like the bad bitch I am and OH MY GOD

Bubba's out of the closet with a chainsaw! Congrats on opening up about your sexuality Bubba :D 🏳️‍🌈 💅👏👏👏👏👏

And Bubba's just standing there wondering why the fuck I'm clapping

Then I fuckin do an f boi face like a simp and say "Aha ur so seggsy don't kill me~"

Holy shit bone furniture and a chicken in a cage "Damn bro u live like this?"

Cut to the part where I fuckin run for my life- Jk i got myself captured

Cue dinner - Oh hey it's the hitch hiker I ditched - the food is fuckin gross but that chainsaw guy with a mask made out of faces kinda cute tho 👀.

They bring down grandpa and holy fuck it's William Afton. The fuck you doin in TMC

So they eating. Eating is good, eating is great - SIKE - while yall were eating I got myself out of the ropes and scratched my hands in the process, why? I'm a gremlin thats why

Then I snatch Bubba's fuckin chainsaw. Idc how strong he is I snatch it anyway and use it to chase away his brothers and William Afton cause i'm quirky lol

And then I kiss Bubba and we lived happily ever after.

BRAHMS HEELSHIRE (THE BOY)

Took a nanny job, got inside the mansion, greeted the parents, met the doll - "Damn nice house u got here👀"

Anyway, they give me instructions, Brahms will be nice to me if I obey them, feed and bathe and love the doll more than life itself gotcha

Oh hey it's the grocery boy Malcolm except I'll only say hi and take the groceries and never interact with him again cause social interaction is overrated

Kaaaay so far I've loved the doll like it's my own child and never made any mistakes and obeyed the rules... Where wall man at.

*Walls thumping* *Insert caveman spongebob meme*

Timeskip to that one scene where Greta and Malcolm confronts Greta's abusive ass ex except I don't have an ex cause I never considered dating an option before and after I discovered what simping was

So just me standing in the living room then cause I think I broke a rule🧍‍♀️*COUGH* sleeping late *COUGH*

THE WALLS ARE THUMPING THE WALLS ARE THUMPING

THE MIRROR BROKE HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT

*Insert Brahms most iconic and hottest scene in the entire movie and me giving an opera singer a run for her money because of my absolute high pitched simp scream*😩😩

Brahms looming over me with his head near my forehead "Sir are we about to kiss rn 👀"

Greta was a fuckin p*ssy running away. WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU RUN AWAY FROM THIS HOT PIECE OF ASS

So anyways I get down on my knee and pull out a ring

And then we have a makeshift wedding and live out the rest of our lives together inside the house cause fuck social interaction-

THE END.

[snzysimper]

The second most votes was 💜 so here you go, have a purple dood

[fnf-amateur-writing]

Hi I’m new to your page

I was wondering if you could do pico x reader marriage head canons?

Thanks

I've kinda been procrastinating lately, but here we go! I think a headcanon would be easier to get me back in the writing mood.

Also, I see that everyone on my blog is either a Pico or Updike simp, lol. Even the other two requests I have after this doesn't stray from those two.

Not to judge anyone, but just an oddity I wanted to point out.

Pico and S/O marriage headcanons

Pico always knows what to do in confrontations, asserting himself whenever he needed to. But when he thought of proposing, he just chickens out.

So after inviting him to some rap battles on the top of a building, overlooking the night sky, you were the one to surprise him as you knelt down and proposed.

And of course, he said yes.

The next day, he called up his old pals Nene and Darnell to deliver the news. And after a week, he even made contact with his cousin Otis despite him being rather estranged from his family.

But as the time neared for the wedding day, it hit him as to why he didn't propose: Being married felt like something mature adults do, and he still felt like an angsty teenager. And the whole killing people for money thing didn't help either. Aren't husbands supposed to have normal jobs?

Oh god, and what if you wanted to raise a kid? He would be setting a terrible example for them!

Once again, he just couldn't confront you about it, so he called his friends again. They told him to just focus on the wedding, his worries can wait afterwards, else it would spoil the mood. Sure, logical, but Pico felt unease.

But he managed to pull himself together, and even forget about it, when wedding day finally arrived. It was a small and simple, yet beautiful affair. Pico didn't have that many to invite, so most of the guests were your family and friends.

During the reception, you both had many conversations with each other's folks. Pico's friends were joking how you managed to tame a beast, being that they know about Pico's doings, while Pico was stressed over your friends telling him to take good care of you.

At night, when everything was over with, you confronted him about something you were told about him.

"So, I heard you want to quit your job."

Man, did those two snitch on him? He'll have to get them for that later.

"Well, I mean, yeah. But it's just to hard," he nervously answered.

"Don't you have other skills outside of guns?" you asked.

"That's my problem, I don't! And I can't seem to live without them, yet all I can do with them is end lives!"

Him having a panic attack was not a great way to end the wedding day. But you had a feeling, like there was something he didn't quite consider.

"You know that there are many legal jobs you can have while dealing with guns, right?"

"There are?..."

~~~

A few months later, you have settled in your new life. Pico is enjoying his job as a range officer, you've gotten closer with Pico's old friends while he got closer with your folks, and you even made the leap to purchase a home.

You haven't changed much in terms of how much affection you give Pico, but he's been more affectionate with you. It's like giving up his old job took a weight of his shoulders, like it made him feel guilty, and he is paying back for your help.

If you consider having kids, Pico would be a bit overboard with preparations. He would research schools, local parks, safety plugs for the outlets, how to keep guns away from kids, everything.

"Pico, I only said having a kid might be nice. I'm not sure yet!"

"Yes, but what if we do have one! What material would I crochet the blankets from?"

"You can crochet?"

"No, but I can learn!"

So through matrimony, you have turned Pico from a killer with a soft spot for his lover to a reformed and devoted husband that'll go overboard in making sure his hypothetical child grows up well.

[teenyweenynightghost]

The Fluffiest Alliance Chapter 1

A/n: So, I finally managed to write the first chapter. A round of applause please. I would like to say that I may have possibly ignored certain parts of the form i posted, but that doesn't matter. Enjoy <3

Warnings: None

Word Count: 3.3k

Pairing: Nothing explicit yet but it's fem OCs

Taglist: @fuckim-so-gay @ginny-lily @cheese-toastie-11 @messyhairday-me @wannabemarlenabutiscoraline @simp-per-ethan @maneskinrollercoaster @superchrystaldrug @immrbrightsideeee @shehaddreamstoo @tiaamberxx @victoriadeangeliswifey @bidet-and-legolas @makapaka11 @juststalking @electra-phoebe

Efthalia woke up startled by the continuous knocking on the door, accompanied by muffled chatter. The sun peeked through the curtains, illuminating the room as well as her messy bed. She let out a deep sigh and stretched her arms, before sitting up against the bed frame.

“Come in!” She shouted out, mentally preparing herself for the day.

“Good morning, your highness.” A servant bowed, entering the room with a few other girls carrying food platters and amphoras filled with water. Every morning was the same, she would eat while her hair was being done, followed by clothes and makeup.

Today they had picked out a more elegant gown made out of blue silk. It had a boat neckline, falling down to Efthalia’s waist, where an embedded belt tightly accentuated her figure. It was one of her favorite dresses, as it brought out the few bluish specs in her eyes.

“I would like to know the schedule for today.” She queried Aethra, who nodded slightly before beginning to speak.

“His Royal Highness has decided upon the terms of the alliance with Lesbos, and he wished to announce them to you. Lord Ameinokles has also sent an invite regarding a joint participation to Elusinia.”

Efthalia pursed her lips and exhaled loudly through her nose, thinking about that damned man who wouldn’t leave her alone. Nonetheless, she had to remain calm and poised, so as to not cause any conflicts.

“Please tell the lord that I will be attending the festival, however I wish to respect the presence of Demeter and remain solitary.” She answered, coming up with an excuse.

Aethra nodded slightly before exiting the room, leaving the girl alone with her thoughts.

Heading to the balcony, she grabbed a lyre and began playing.

***

Walking down the empty hallways of the castle was never one of Efthalia’s favourite activities, especially not when she was surrounded by guards. The sun was in the centre of the sky, indicating that lunch was quickly approaching, however her father had called her in to discuss the alliance.

Having reached the entrance to the throne room, two guards dressed from head to toe in armour opened the doors as she made her way inside.

“Ah! My beautiful daughter, there you are.” King Iatragoras exclaimed, gesturing for his generals to exit the room.

“I would like to know about the alliance, father. Was it successful?”

“Not so fast, Αγαπημένος (sweetheart), trust doesn’t build in a day. Which is why-.” He took a deep breath, thinking of how he could formulate his words. “Which is why King Hyllus of Lesbos has required you to move there.”

Her breath caught in her throat, thinking about going to a foreign island which she has only recently had any contact with. Eftalia’s body heated up and mind went blank, as her hands started fiddling with the loose material hanging over her chest.

“I’ll be sending Lord Ame-”

“Don’t you dare say his name. I’m going alone If the only option is going with him.” The girl interrupted, horrified at the prospect of being stuck on an island with that stubborn cow.

He nodded his head slightly before raising from his throne, heading towards her.

“I know it is difficult, περηφάνια και χαρά μου (my pride and joy), and I know I am asking a lot of you, but this alliance will be difficult as it is, and we will all try to make it successful. Besides, I heard there are quite a few monarchs over there who could be considered...προβληματιστές (troublemakers). Who knows, you might get along.” He smiled, his heart breaking at the mere thought of sending his daughter away.

“Everything will go well, I can assure you of that, father.” She murmured, enveloping him in a reassuring hug. The king leaned into her embrace, the memories of the two of them throughout the years filling his mind.

She slowly pulled apart, sending him another smile before leaving the room.

***

The room was filled with an all too knowing voice, light and singsong, as Aethra grabbed a few glass jars from the mirror before her.

“The King told me about the alliance as well.” She informed Efthalia, while grabbing her chin and raising it, the mirror being filled with her soft reflection. The princess admired her own plump features as Aethra applied a reddish liquid to her lips. The scar tainting the lower part was prominent, even after years of having received it. She was a curious child, so, upon finding a shorter tree in the castle's garden, she attempted climbing it and hurt herself after she slipped. It brought back pleasant memories, those of a time when she had no worries, when her mother would cuddle her at every possible occasion.

“I have some news for you.” Aethra's voice brought her back to their world, as she met her gaze in the mirror.

“Oh?” A cunning smile forming on her face, being mirrored by the girl.

“Upon hearing your comment about the Lord may we not say his name,” she mocked, earning a chuckle from her, “the King has requested for me to join you in Lesbos.”

She shot up from the chair, turning to her, more excited than ever before, as she hugged Aethra so tightly she feared she would break.

“Oh gods, I’m so heavenly grateful for that!” Efthalia beamed, finally letting go of the woman to let her breath.

“My sentiments were the same as yours, your highness.” She bowed slightly, making her frown and pull her up by the shoulders.

“Enough with the reverencies. We are now official Travel Cronies, and we will address each other as such.“

The older woman chuckled, shaking her head at her foolishness before speaking again. “As you wish. Though I must say, I would rather be caught dead than be called a travel cronie.”

Efthalia snorted and rolled her eyes, heading towards a rack with a few dresses hanging from it. “We’ll find a name later. Point is, no more your highness or extreme politeness. For all I care, you can gossip about everyone in the castle with me.” She turned around at her words, sending Aethra a devilish smirk.

“Oh you have no idea how much of that I have.” Aethra began, dragging her by the shoulder and sitting her down again.

“Well please do share!” Efthalia inquired, but was shot down by Aethra’s strong glare.

“Once we get on the ship, and away from this island, I’ll tell you everything. But for now, you must act like a royal.”

Efthalia scoffed and rolled her eyes, continuing to look in the mirror.

Five years ago, when she was 13, her mother was struck by a dangerous disease, leaving Efthalia and her father alone. That was when Aethra came into her life. She was working as a servant, even though she was only two years older than her. They chatted a few times, growing more comfortable together each day, until, eventually, they became good friends. Aethra was like a sister to her; despite not looking similar at all. Efthalia was tall and curvy, long brown hair reaching down to her waist and bright green eyes placing their gaze on everything there was to see in this world. Aethra, on the other hand, was short and lean. Her dark skin was contrasted by her numerous scars. Efthalia had never dared ask her where she got them, but she could never help but gape at them. Her knuckles were the most bruised, almost white, and other large bruises on her shoulders. A shiver went through the girl as she imagined where she could have possibly gotten them.

“So, when are we leaving?” Efthalia wondered, breaking the silence.

“Tomorrow.”

“What?!” She screamed, her eyes widening in horror. Aethra stared back at her, amused, and continued braiding her hair.

“You see, the alliance was made one week ago. The fact that your father has only now mustered the courage to tell you is a different thing.”

Efthalia gasped, and sent the other girl a mock offended gaze, earning a smirk from her.

“Gods, Aethra, I did not know you could speak like this.” She laughed, faking a posh gesture.

“Oh you have no idea.”

Both girls kept laughing and chatting, as the sun slowly descended, being replaced by the luminous moon and trillions of stars.

Efthalia let out a melancholic sigh, now alone in her room, and took a seat on the balcony railing.

“Hear me, oh Hermes, the messenger of Zeus, the son of Mea, you that has a powerful heart and are inside all fights, leader of the people, lively, you that has many thoughts, director, killer of Argos with the winged sandals and friend of men and prophet to the people, you that gets joy from struggles and the targeted tricks and holds the snake in your hands, you are the one to explain it all. Hear my prayer, and give us safe passage on the voyage, and guard us once in Lesbos.”

She blew out the candles laying on the floor and shut the blinds before returning to her bed and falling asleep.

***

“Efthalia!” A loud voice shouted from on top of her, startling the poor girl awake.

“Gods! What?!” she shrieked, before seeing Aethra’s familiar face and calming down.

“Time to go, princess. You slept in while everyone got the luggage packed onto the ship, but now you have to get ready.”

Efthalia groaned, rolling her eyes and grumpily getting out of bed. She wasn’t interested in appearances at the moment so she sat down at a table and began devouring some fruits.

“Slower. You might eat me too.” The older girl chuckled, brushing out her hair.

“Shut up.” Eftalia answered, her mouth half full. Aethra braided the girl’s locks into a simple crown and decorated it with golden leaves.

Once she was done eating, she moved on to her makeup, applying some shimmery powder to her eyelids and a red cream to her cheeks and lips.

“Which dress do you want?”

“The lightest.”

Aethra scoffed and headed towards the rack, picking up two, and holding them up for Efthalia to see.

“One is opaque, one is short.” She informed her, raising her eyebrows.

“Short.”

In only a few minutes, Efthalia was fully dressed and prepared to leave. She was nervous, there was no denying. Her hands were shaky, she couldn't help but play with the few loose strands framing her face and her gaze scanned every single bit of her surroundings.

“Hey, It’ll be alright.” Aethra’s soft voice reached her ears, as she placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

“I know. You’ll be here with me.”

The two girls smiled at each other as they made their way to the docks, where the king was waiting, along with his generals.

“Father.” “Your majesty” They both spoke at the same time, sending each other a squint.

“Aethra, my daughter.” He responded, bowing his head to them. “I would like to thank you for helping the alliance. I will be sending messengers every week to check on you, and I hope the gods will protect you wherever you may go.” He spoke softly, addressing the two girls who had already become teary-eyed.

With another nod, they turned around and walked up the bridge, entering the ship. It was large and filled with sailors, as well as guards.

A loud sound coming from a horn filled the air, and the vessel rocked before beginning to move, leaving the island behind.

“I’ll bet you twenty gold coins he’s crying.” Aethra whispered in Efthalia’s ear, earning a snort from her.

“He most definitely is.” She answered, before looking out to the sea. It was calm. Peaceful. Perhaps it was the god’s sign that they will be safe.

Each wave passed the boat, replicated by thousands around it, forming a united outlook of the endless blue. Efthalia admired the sea, for hours on end, as the sun’s reflection on them kept changing angles, and occasional sightings of fish and birds reflecting on the surface of the water.

“Hey you.”

“What is it, Efthalia.” Aethra answered the girl.

“Nothing, I’m just bored.”

The older girl snorted and turned to look at her, her muscular arms crossed over her chest.

“Oh is that so, princess. You can sit in silence for hours, and now, when we have barely a quarter of the trip left, you decide to annoy me?”

“Oh. You think this is annoying? Just wait until you s-”

“Enough!” Aethra laughed, pushing the girl’s hands away, interrupting her from whatever attempt she had to mess up her hair.

“Fine. Tell me palace gossip.”

“No.”

Efthalia puffed and grunted, pretending to flip her hair over her shoulder and slumping forward.

“Oh how merciless. You promise me scuttlebutt and then refuse me. I am truly hurt and offended.”

“Oh poor princess. What will you ever do?” She sighed, looking into the horizon. “Efthalia look!” she exclaimed, pointing to the approaching land.

The princess gasped loudly, a hand covering her mouth, as she couldn’t help but light up in excitement. “Oh my gods!”

In front of them was a large island, bigger than theirs, that was for sure. Hundreds of boats were anchored around the shore, tiny specks scattered all around the platform, waving and cheering for them.

“Oh gods. That many people were waiting for us?” Aethra squealed, not yet believing her eyes.

“Oh no. That’s a tad too much socialization for me.” The other girl complained, causing Aethra to shove her slightly.

“Right, right princess. I’m sure that you, who has to be carried away from parties forcefully, will have a lot of trouble chatting with these people.”

“Oh shut up.” She scoffed, rolling her eyes.

A sudden screech accompanied with the boat slowing to a stop interrupted the girls from their banter, bringing their attention to the guards, who were now speaking to them.

“Come with us, please.”

The two girls obeyed, following them down the bridge and on the platform, where they were greeted by a man and a woman; their guess- the king and queen.

“Welcome, your highness, to Lesbos. We have been awaiting your arrival.” The man said, bowing to Efthalia along with his wife.

“It is a pleasure to arrive. Your island is truly a glorious place.” She responded, earning a chuckle from the queen.

“Oh, the sunsets are miraculous. You arrived just in time to catch them. My name is Adeia, I am the queen of Lesbos, and this is my husband, Hyllus.”

“It is a pleasure to meet you. My name is Efthalia, and this is my most trusted companion, Aethra.”

They continued formal chatter, everyone saluting each other, as they slowly made their way up a hill, entering a temple, which had a large table in the middle, filled with food, drinks and candles.

“Now let us dine!” The king called out, as everyone sat down.

Efthalia couldn’t help but notice that four seats across from her were empty. She wondered if that was where the troublesome monarchs her father had mentioned sat. Her question was soon answered as four people entered the room, laughing loudly and soaking wet.

“Uncle!” One of them called out, a charming smile appearing on his face. He was well built, a facial structure anyone would kill for, and dark brunette curls falling to the middle of his ears.

She saw the King sigh loudly, shaking his head and gesturing for them to come over.

“Damiano. This is Princess Efthalia, and her πιο έμπιστο φίλο (most trusted friend).” He said, gesturing over to the two girls. Damiano made his way around the table, holding Efthalia’s hand as he bowed and kissed it, repeating his actions to Aethra.

“It is my absolute pleasure making your acquaintance, ομορφιές (beauties).” He purred, winking at them both, earning a blush from Efthalia.

“Stop, you dramatic ass, it’s my turn.” A deep, feminine voice came from behind him, and Efthalia couldn’t help but look at the owner of the voice. A gorgeous, blonde girl stood before her. She was short and petite, her piercing blue eyes checking Efthalia out shamelessly.

“My name is Victoria, but you can call me yours.” She winked towards the princess, enveloping her in a hug. If it weren’t for the closeness, Victoria could have seen just how pathetically Efthalia’s knees trembled at her words. When they pulled apart, she was at a loss of words, so she sent her a shy smile.

“Well, that didn’t take long.” Aethra muttered from behind them, a cheeky expression on her face.

“I’m Thomas! It’s lovely to meet you both!” Another boy talked, this time capturing Aethra’s attention. He was tall and slim and had the puppy-est eyes she had ever encountered.

“I’m Aethra. I love the hair.” she complimented, grinning when she saw his shaven cheeks enveloped in a lovely red color.

“Thanks. I like- umm, I like yours too.” He quickly responded before going to sit down at the table, followed by the two other people.

“I must apologize for my friends, your majesties, they are not usually like this.” A tall, brunette man informed them, sending the girls a polite smile and a bow.

“Oh it’s alright. They’re cute anyways.” Aethra answered, making sure Thomas could hear what she said, and taking pride when she saw him fiddle timidly in his chair.

The man let out a short laugh before nodding and heading to the seat himself.

“Now that you’ve met the troublemakers-” The King began speaking but was interrupted by a scoff.

“I’m sorry, your highness, but I truly do not remember a single time in which we caused any form of chaos!” Vic defended herself, proudly shaking her nose.

“Last week you descended from the mountains in a barrel and knocked over the fences to a chicken coup, thus forcing every single guard in town to go around and catch them all.” The Queen deadpanned, making everyone at the table laugh.

The girl’s cheeks heated up slightly before she leaned back down and picked up her half empty glass.

“If my memory serves me right, It was Damiano’s fault.” she stated, lifting her hands to prove her innocence.

“Oh hold up a second. The moment you get blamed for something you instantly turn into a saint, but whenever you’re with us you brag about being the most troublesome??”

“Indeed. Your perception skills have improved, I see. Must have been since that time yo-”

“Don’t.” He interrupted the girl with a stern voice, leaving no space for arguments.

Efthalia couldn’t help but enjoy their playful banter. Every once in a while, her gaze fell upon Victoria’s dress- white silk, she could bet, a fine material, clinging to her body due to the water still dripping out of it.

“Hey princess, my eyes are up here. If you want to undress me that much we can meet up after dinner.” She spoke, making Aethra choke on her drink.

Efthalia, on the other hand, was ready to sink into the chair and let it engulf her alive.

“I didn’t- I me-mean I wasn’t...no, not like thAT I me-” She kept stuttering while everyone stared at her, clearly interested in what she was about to say.

“I suggest you make a decision quickly, because everyone seems to be done with dinner.” Aethra spoke up, elbowing her lightly.

“I suppose she is right. The whole town is to your disposition, but for tonight I’m sure these four little devils would like to give you a tour.” The King said, rising from his chair along with his wife, before leaving the temple, along with the other guests.

The only people left in the room were Efthalia, Aethra, Victoria, Damiano, Ethan and Thomas.

“So, where shall we start?” Damiano asked, grinning towards his friends.

Taglist:

@fuckim-so-gay @ginny-lily @messyhairday-me @cheese-toastie-11 @wannabemarlenabutiscoraline @simp-per-ethan @maneskinrollercoaster @juststalking @superchrystaldrug @immrbrightsideeee @shehaddreamstoo @tiaamberxx @bidet-and-legolas @makapaka11 @electra-phoebe @makeavvish @perfectlyunbiasedobservation

Lol I actually wrote this a long time ago i just forgot to add a tag list

[amphxtrite]

spencer reid x reader

chapter 2 • coffee or tea?

series summary: a new case brings the BAU to New York, investigating a string of murders involving girls who appear very similar. The unsub is relentless, desperate to fill the needs of his fantasy. In the midst of it, spencer meets the girl he been writing with, but had yet to see, prompting a love to blossom in the midst of the storm. Is disaster inevitable? Or will the duplicator’s rein fall?

warnings: mentions of kidnapping, murder, mainly fluff this chapter

chapter summary: the investigation continues, but the team is in dire need of rest after a late night of work. Spencer makes a call to the reader and a plan is put in place to meet, the only question Spencer will have to answer today is a simple one, coffee or tea?

taglist: @le-weasley-simp @thatsonezesty13 @paperandplasma @padsfirewhisky @clubfairy @kiramdd @peach-cliquee @goldeng1rl8​ (message/comment to be added)

word count: 5.7k

“Hotch here.” The unit chief’s voice states, raising his cell to his ear.

“Hey Hotch, this guy’s a romantic, he’s leaving roses and quotes from books at the scenes, we’ve found two already.” Rossi’s voice sounds through the phone.

“Roses? You don’t think-” 

“Yeah I do, he’s keeping them to try and make them fall in love with him.” Rossi sighs.

“But he’s angry, can’t handle the rejection for long.” Hotch finishes, nodding to himself. “Thanks Rossi, if you find anything else let me know.” He chimes, hanging up the phone and going to find JJ.

“Agent Hotchner!” A voice calls to the profiler, prompting him to turn.

“Yes that’s me.” He responds.

“Sorry, I’m Detective Dakota Trent, I’m also working on the case with Detective Kimathi, she’s just at the crime scene.” A brunette with close cropped hair greets the agent, shaking his hand.

“Good, have we come up with anything new yet?” Hotch asks, following Detective Trent to the interrogation rooms.

“Well we’ve talked to both Olivia’s fiancee and Georgia’s boyfriend. They’ve both got solid alibis and people to back up their claims, it’s not them.” Detective Trent shrugs.

“Have you heard about the roses yet?” Hotch questions, examining each of every person’s movements behind the glass.

“Yeah, Kimathi called me just before I found you, we’ve got a romantic serial killer?” They ask.

“What he’s experiencing probably isn’t love, it’d be impossible for him to feel it. My guess is this is an obsession over someone he’s lost or been rejected by.” Hotch explains. Detective Tent nods and points to another direction.

“Agent Jareau just finished interviewing Georgia’s family, you can find her through there.” They smile, Hotch thanks them and steps through.

The unit chief walks down a hallway and peers past each door until he finds the blonde sitting in an empty room; going over the case file again. 

“How are the families?” Hotch asks, stepping in.

“Torn apart.” JJ sighs, closing the file and leaning against the wall behind her. “Olivia’s mom just had enough in her to clear Alice, then she broke down into tears. Isabelle’s parents had it worse though; she was an only child, a miracle one too, her mother had troubles conceiving.” She continues. 

“And Georgia’s parents.” Hotch questions.

“Tried to be strong, but-” JJ pauses. “They could barely look at each other, let alone me.” She concludes sadly.

“Have any of them given any possible suspects?”

“Lots, mainly ‘strange’ ex boyfriends, but I had Garcia check them out and they’re clean.” The blonde shrugs, standing and following Hotch back out.

“They’ve given us a room to set up in, When Spencer gets back I want you to help him come up with a geographic profile.” Hotch nods, opening a door to a room filled with whiteboards and a large table.

“You got it, and maybe ask them to bring a coffee machine in, we’re gonna be up for a while.” JJ giggles, opening the case file again and placing the pictures of each scene up on the whiteboard.

“Hey we’re back from the ME, toxicology found ketamine in both victim one and two.” Prentiss states, opening the door to the board room with Spencer in tow.

“But not victim number three, does that mean he’s devolving?” JJ questions.

“Or she was a victim of opportunity, he couldn’t pass up the chance so he took her.” Spencer includes, shrugging his shoulders, and taking a seat next to JJ after seeing the map in front of her.

“Again it’s hard to know, but Morgan and Rossi found flowers at two of the dump sites so far.” Hotch tells Prentiss and Reid.

“Flowers?” Emily asks.

“A note too, some quotes about finding true love, we’re hoping you could help us with them kid.” Rossi suddenly chimes from behind the group, seeming disgusted at the thought of it. “We found the third one by the way, hidden in some bushes by the bridge.” 

“What did the cards say, Rossi?” Spencer questions, removing his gaze from the map.

“The first one said ‘I’ve never had a moment’s doubt. I love you. I believe in you completely. You are my dearest one. My reason for life.’ Second one said ‘He stepped down, trying not to look long at her, as if she were the sun, yet he saw her, like the sun, even without looking.’ Third one said ‘Do I love you? My god, if your love were a grain of sand, mine would be a universe of beaches.” Rossi lists reading off his tablet.

“All of those have to do with love alright, this unsub is absolutely infatuated with the idea of finding his true love.” JJ notes, looking at her own tablet.

“Maybe this unsub has some form of erotomania? Thinking all these girls love him, so he kidnaps them only for them to ruin his fantasy?” Derek suggests, fiddling with a pen in his hands.

“It would make sense why he’s keeping the girls only to kill them, and why they’re fed while he’s holding them.” Prentiss adds, looking to Spencer who looks deep in thought..

“Well now that we know more let’s get to work, we’ll deliver the profile in the morning so every officer can hear.” Hotch states, glancing out the window at the sky which had faded to an eerie black.

“I’ve got it!” Spencer suddenly exclaims. The team looks to him curiously.

“The first quote was from Atonement by Ian McEwan, the second quote was from Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy, and the last one was from The Princess Bride by William Goldman!” He explains, standing from his seat and writing each quote on the whiteboard.

“These are all famous quotes about love, some of my favourite books too. This unsub is educated, definitely enough to read classic literature-”

“Wait Spence, the other two I can get, but you’ve read The Princess Bride?” JJ asks, excitement lacing her tone.

“Um yes, I saw it at the library so I decided I’d read it.” Spencer murmurs, turning to the whiteboard again to hide the hitch in his voice. The truth was it was another book you had practically begged him to read, he couldn’t say no. Spencer would have never guessed it would have aided him in a case.

“Oh Spence, I love that book too, you should come over and watch the movie with me and Henry, I’ve been meaning to show him.” JJ continues.

Spencer sighs in relief. “Yeah that sounds good JJ.”

---

“You’ve got to be joking.” A tired voice chimes from outside the door.

Hotch glances up at the voice, JJ inhales deeply as she wakes up, Prentiss and Spencer both take long sips from their coffee cups and Derek snores in his seat.

“Can we help you Detective Trent?” Hotch asks, turning to face them. Dakota doesn’t miss the dark bags under the unit chief’s eyes.

“Yes as a matter of fact, go to sleep!” Dakota smiles in a sickly sweet manner.

“I don’t think-”

“They’re right Hotch, you know we aren’t much help dead tired.” Rossi practically pleads.

“I could use some solid food too.” Emily adds, swirling around what remained of her fourth cup of coffee that night.

“You guys have a hotel for a reason, pretty much every other officer is either patrolling or at home, get some rest and we’ll see you in the morning.” Dakota smirks, waving the team off and heading towards the exit.

Hotch sighs and rubs his eyelids, feeling the relief of closing them before opening them again.

“Derek, Derek wake up!” JJ mutters, tapping on Morgan’s shoulder until he finally slumps forward, awake.

“Is it morning yet?” He grumbles.

“No, but we’re heading to the hotel now, and getting food.” JJ smiles, watching Derek perk up at the mention of something to eat. “What’s everyone in the mood for?” She asks, turning to everyone.

“M’ good with anything.” Rossi yawns, leaning against the door frame.

“There’s a shawarma place close to the hotel?” Spencer proposes, jabbing his thumb in the direction of the joint.

The team nods in agreement, shaking the tiredness off to walk back to the hotel.

Spencer enjoyed moments like this, when his team didn’t have to focus on a case for just a few moments, where he could let his mind rest for a minute.

“Hey player, meet any lovely New York ladies yet?” Derek chuckles throwing his arm over Spencer’s shoulder.

Scratch that, this is not what he had in mind.

“Nope.” He responds plainly.

“Right, right… What about that lady you’ve been writing too?” Derek teases, watching Spencer avert his gaze to the sky.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He murmurs. Derek’s smile grows.

“A mystery woman, Spencer I didn’t think you had it in you? Is she older? Rich maybe?” Derek lists playfully as Spencer rolls his eyes.

“Sorry Derek, maybe you’re just thinking too much.” Spencer shrugs, digging his hands into his pockets and sighing.

“Alright, I’ll back off.” Derek sighs, lifting his hands in mock surrender, only half telling the truth.

“Take a left here.” Spencer nods, pointing to a dimly lit building. “The shop is down there.” Spencer nods.

“I’ll go with the genius, you guys head back to the hotel.” Derek says, waving off the tired agents as he pushes Spencer forward towards the store. 

“Hey Morgan, do you mind if I call Garcia, I’ll meet you inside.” Spencer smiles as they reach their destination. 

Derek thinks nothing of it and nods, turning to swing open the door and order.

Spencer sighs and glances to both sides before turning and walking in the direction of the payphone. He had chosen this spot not only for convenience sake, but because there was a payphone right outside. It had been a while since Spencer had heard from you, and he felt bad not being able to read your letters.

Taking a deep breath he steps into the phone booth and dials your number.

“Thank you for subscribing to Lynn’s cat shop. Would you like to hear a fact about cat paws?” Your distinct voice chimes from the other end of the line.

“Well I do already know quite a bit, but hit me.” Spencer jokes back, smiling when he hears your audible gasp.

“Dr. Reid!” You laugh, sitting up straight from your lying position in bed.

“Hey what happened to cat facts?” Spencer teases gently, leaning against the side of the booth.

“I thought it was a spam call!” You justify, looking at the number again. “Hey Doc, this is a New York number-” You say slowly, putting two and two together. “You’re here! Are you on a case?”

“Yes actually.” Spencer replies with a soft smile. 

“Is it about that ‘duplicator’ guy I’m seeing on the news?”

“Yes, but don’t worry we’re doing well with the profile, and he’s only killing people that fit his victimology.” Spencer reassures you.

You remain quiet for a moment.

“Y/n? Are you still there?” Spencer asks, eyebrows drawing together at your sudden silence.

“Oh yeah, s-sorry Doc. Hey if you’re up for it, we could- meet up?” You ask, turning the conversation and popping the ‘p.’

“O-Oh.” Spencer stammers, caught off guard by your sudden proposition. “I-I mean I do have to work on the case…” Spencer sighs.

“But?” You plead, leaning into your phone.

“I can meet you earlier? Six am maybe?” Spencer offers quietly, feeling his voice break.

“Ooh you’re pushing it Doctor Reid, but I’ll manage.” You tease.

“Great! Great, um where do you want to meet?” Spencer asks, relief showing through his voice.

“There’s a park beside campus, my favourite spot is the field beside the cafe.” You smirk, dropping a not-so subtle hint.

“I-I’ll be there! Yeah See you then!” Spencer mutters in an excited tone.

“Sounds like a plan. Bye Spence!” You say in a sing-song voice before hanging up.

There it was again, Spence. No matter how many times he’s heard his name before, there was something special about you saying his name. Something that made him feel good.

“Spence…” He murmurs to himself, hanging the phone up and walking into the shawarma shop.

“Bout time pretty boy, what were you even calling about.” Derek asks, as he takes a bite from his wrap.

“Just checking if forensic found anything on the flowers yet.” Reid lies coolly.

“Anything?” Derek says in a muffled voice, throwing a wrap to the brunette.

“Not yet.” Spencer says in a slight yelp, just catching it before it falls.

“Oh well, it’ll probably be there in the morning.” Derek shrugs, picking up the bagged wraps. “Thanks again.” Derek waves to the owner before exiting the store.

“Did you know the origin of the word shawarma comes from the Turkish word çevirme, which means ‘turning’ which makes sense because of the-”

“Just enjoy the food pretty boy, just enjoy it.” Derek sighs, pushing the Shawarma up against Spencer’s mouth.

“Mm-” The younger agent protests, pushing his face back and snatching his shawarma back.

“Hurry up genius, the team is waiting.” Derek laughs.

The brunette rolls his eyes and shakes his head, but speeds up his walk beside his friend anyways.

---

Spencer wakes up to the sound of an alarm in his ear and without skipping a beat he sits up and throws his covers off, careful not to wake Derek sleeping in the bed next to him.

Slowly, he picks up his bag and tip toes to the bathroom, glancing at his watch, the time reads 5:00 am, still dark out. Spencer nods to himself.

Pulling on a white collared shirt and a black- no, black was too formal. Maybe red instead? No, this isn’t a date… “Blue.” Spencer murmurs, placing the tie around his neck and tying it slowly, being sure not to mess up. “Hi I’m Doc- no wait, hi I’m Spencer.” The brunette murmurs to himself as he ties his shoes. Spencer curses himself for only bringing converses and striped socks, but his jeans covered most of it to his relief.

“Hi I’m Spencer-”

“Spence, who are you talking to this early in the morning?” Derek’s drowsy voice groans from his spot in bed.

“I’m heading out early, I’ll see you later Morgan!” Spencer calls, pulling on his jacket to fend off the cool November air and swinging his bag over his shoulder so he could head back to the police department afterwards.

Stepping off the elevator, the hotel was practically empty, Spencer sighs in relief, he must have looked like a psycho constantly fixing his hair and tie. 

He exits the front door into the windy New York outdoors, suddenly regretting not wearing his scarf, but regardless, pushing on.

tousled brown hair swaying in the wind, Spencer checks himself in the glass of a building beside him, licking his chapped lips and swiveling his head back to the pavement ahead of him, careful not to bump into anyone.

Taking another turn, Spencer sees the sign for your university campus and feels his heart begin to race.

All of his thoughts began to jumble. What was his name again? Where was he going? A sudden squawk from a crow brings him back to himself, but his hot face and racing heart were impossible to shake.

As he grows closer to the coffee shop you mentioned to him, he begins to stumble, his feet beginning to fail him. He’s able to play it off as a funny walk, but when he spots the coffee shop, and beside it, the field. He completely stops.

A man grunts behind him, cursing at Spencer before turning and walking around him.

“Sorry.” Spencer murmurs, walking to the side of the pavement before crossing the street quickly.

Glancing down at his wrist again, his watch reads 5:45. Great, now he just had to sit and wait-

“What?”

Spencer’s thoughts are cut short when his vision is cut off by something...warm. Hands.

“Love is our true destiny. We do not find the meaning of life by ourselves alone-” A sweet voice whispers in his ear.

The melodic voice from across the phone, it was you!

“W-We find it with another.” He stammers out, smiling as he hears your laughter.

“Doctor Spencer Reid, finally we meet.” You sigh, removing your hands from his face and dropping them at your sides.

“Y-Y/n-” Spencer says, turning to face you. 

He freezes for a moment as his eyes adjust to the light again. Then his jaw drops.

“Y-You’re…” Spencer’s eyes follow your y/h/c hair, jawline, eye shape and height. 

“No, no, no, no.” Spencer murmurs, glancing from side to side, overanalyzing every single person in your vicinity.

This was impossible. So, so impossible, yet there you were. Your description matched those girls perfectly, yet here you were out in the open talking to him. You weren’t safe.

“I-I know Doc, but it’s okay, I’ve got my pepper spray and everything!” You reassure Spencer, squeezing his hand gently.

“Y/n, y-you fit this unsub’s type, you can’t just be out here like this it’s not safe!” Spencer snaps, pulling his jacket off by the sleeves and swinging it over your head to hide you.

Your eyes widen and Spencer’s stomach fills with dread.

“I-I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have yelled. I just want you to be safe.” Spencer explains, lowering his voice and leaning closer to you.

“It’s alright Spence. I knew the risk, but I just wanted to see you.” You mutter, crossing your arms and sighing.

“Hey, you- you finished Love and Living.” Spencer smiles softly, remembering the quote you whispered to him when you covered his eyes.

“Yeah, it just kind of stuck with me. Thomas Merton can really write.” You smirk, nodding your head a little.

“Well I certainly prefer him over J.C?” Spencer asks, sarcastically tilting his chin.

“J.K, but you already knew that.” You laugh, rolling your eyes.

“I did?” Spencer jokes, eyes widening when he finally realizes how close the two of you are to each other, his eyes shyly draw downwards.

“Ahem?” You smirk. “Eyes up here Doc.” 

“O-Oh it’s not like that, I swear.” Spencer rushes, quickly looking back up in panic.

“Hey Spence! I’m just teasing, it’s alright.” You stammer in a hushed tone, gently moving your hands to cup Spencer’s face as reassurance.

The hits just kept coming today. Spencer internally trembles, but nods, darting his tongue out again to hide his quivering lip.

“Hey, since we’re both just standing here, do you want to grab something to eat?” You shrug, awkwardly retreating your hands to your chest.

There it was again, the sound of his name on your voice.

“C-Coffee?” Spencer sputters. “How about coffee?” Spencer repeats, clearing his voice and moving his hands from your shoulders to his sides.

“Yeah, coffee sounds great Doc.” You nod, taking Spencer’s hand and pulling him forwards.

“I’ve been going to this place since my first year here, amazing coffee, tea, and even seasonal sodas.” You gush, squeezing his hand and opening the door to the local shop.

“Any idea of what you want to order?” You ask, turning to face the brunette and shifting his jacket from your head to your arms.

“Uh, regular coffee is fine?” Spencer’s voice comes out almost as a question, he feels himself growing timid at the size of the menu.

“I’ll tell Choi ssi to surprise you.” 

Spencer nods, his lips pulling up into a line.

“Ah if it isn’t my favourite little boba pearl, what can I get for you today?” A man in his late forties calls to you with a smile. “And who might this be?” Mr. Choi motions to Spencer.

“Choi ssi, I’d like you to meet my Doc.” You smile. Spencer feels his face heat up at ‘my’

“I-I’m Dr. Spencer Reid.” He explains, nodding to the man behind the counter.

“I’m Viktor Choi, and Doctor? Wow, how old are you kid?” Mr. Choi questions in slight awe.

“Twenty five.” Spencer answers plainly, shrugging his shoulders.

Viktor’s jaw drops.

“Yeah I get that a lot, are we gonna order now?” Spencer blurts, turning back to you.

“Yeah of course. I’ll have my boba, and Doc-” You pause, tapping Spencer on the chest. “Would like to be surprised.” You smirk.

“Oh adventurous.” Choi smirks back to you, raising his eyebrows. You nod.

Spencer’s eyebrows furrow, feeling something strange was awaiting him.

“Oh you’ll love it!” You smile, placing a paper bill on the counter and pulling Spencer towards a table.

From the shake of Mr. Choi’s head and your small smirk, Spencer made an educated guess you gave him more than what was expected.

“Here.” You point to an empty table beside one of the large windows that wrapped around the shop.

“A window seat.” Spencer smirks, sitting in the chair across from you.

“What, you have a profiler fact for me?” You tease.

“Well, people who prefer window seats are more selfish and easily irritable.” Spencer shrugs feeling his smile widen. 

“Hey I just like to feel the sun.” You protest, looking out into the busy traffic not too far from you.

“I see.” Spencer smirks, glancing over to see you gazing into the sunlight.

Spencer is caught off guard at first, beauty isn’t usually a thing he notices, but it would be impossible for him not to admire you.

Your e/c eyes seemed to glow in the sunrise, your hair shined and your smile grew and seemed to shine brighter than the sun could ever be, figuratively though, obviously. 

Strange, Spencer felt his hands clam up and heart began to race again.

“Order for miss boba and her doc!” Mr. Choi calls, drawing both yours and Spencer’s attention.

“You seemed like a coffee kind of guy.” He shrugs as you bring the two drinks back to your table.

Spencer smiles in acknowledgement before looking down at what looked to be a simple coffee with a rim of milk foam and- Spencer furrows his eyebrows, chocolate shavings.

“Don’t be deceived, his coffee packs a punch.” You smirk, stirring your drink with the straw poking out of it.

“Good.” Spencer nods, drawing a laugh from you, as he lifts the mug to his lips and blows on the hot liquid, finally getting a taste.

The first thing that hits Spencer is the sweetness, just the right amount that made him smile as he drank it. The next was how rich it is, practically gliding over his tongue like melted chocolate, of course just not as viscous. 

You must have noticed a change in his demeanor because you begin to giggle to yourself.

You couldn’t help it, the look on Spencer’s face was too good not to notice.

His eyes widened, brows raised to his hairline and he tilted the cup higher in an instant to get more.

“Adorable.” You sigh to yourself, not realizing you had said it out loud until Spencer suddenly chokes on his drink.

“Oh my god, Spence are you alright?” You worry, holding a napkin to his chin as drops of coffee spill past his lips. 

The brunette nods, bringing the drink back down onto the table to see he had already drunken half of it.

“It’s good right?” You grin, pulling the napkin away but not moving back just yet.

Spencer nods, already feeling a buzz, but unsure if it was from the coffee or your sudden proximity, or you calling him adorable.

His ears felt as though they were burning, and this time he couldn’t blame the coffee.

Timidly glancing up, it seemed as though you could say the same for your cheeks.

Spencer lifts his mug up again to take another sip of his beverage, clearing his throat a bit before speaking again.

“I-If it makes you feel any better, I find you rather endearing, myself.” Spencer says just above a whisper, too nervous to look you back in the eye.

“Thank you Spencer.” You smile, feeling a rush of warmth in your chest and in your face.

Without thinking you look up and tilt Spencer’s chin back up to face you. His eyes read amazement and sheepishness, prompting a giggle from you.

Usually Spencer would have pushed the hand touching him away, ready to list facts about germs to make sure no one in the general vicinity would try that again. But there was something about his racing heart and your gentle hands that smelt of lavender, that made it impossible for any words to come out at all, he barely wanted to move.

“Hey Doc, do you feel like going for a walk?” You ask, stroking your thumb down Spencer’s cheek to catch his attention again. 

“Yeah, yeah a walk.” Spencer glances down at his watch, 6:24.

“I have to be back at the station for seven, but I can walk you back to your dorm?” Spencer offers, half suggesting it just to make sure you got back safely.

“What a gentleman.” You smirk standing and prompting Spencer to follow you. “You can drop the cup off at the counter over there.” You say, Spencer nods, standing and placing the mug at the counter for an employee to sweep it away in seconds.

“Now come on, we’ve still got time for me to give you a little tour.” You grin, putting a bit too much emphasis on little.

To the profiler’s surprise, you take his hand into yours as you wave goodbye to Mr. Choi.

“Bye my little boba pearl and Dr. Boyfriend!” He shouts out to you and Spencer as you exit the door. Spencer doesn’t even have time to sputter out a correction before you’re pulling him towards your campus. 

“Isn’t he the best! He and his husband have been running that place for years, the best coffee in the city if you ask me.” You chuckle, slowing your speed to a steady walk beside Spencer.

“Yeah, we should go again sometimes.” Spencer shrugs, finally closing his hands around yours, growing accustomed to the feeling.

“D-Did you know that multiple studies, including one conducted at the University of California Los Angeles, show that human touch triggers the release of oxytocin, in our brain. Oxytocin is-” 

“A neurotransmitter that increases feelings of trust, generosity and compassion, and decreases feelings of fear and anxiety, aka the love hormone.” You finish, smiling up at him reassuringly.

You knew Spencer began listing off random facts when he felt he’d made an atmosphere awkward. You’d started noticing these cues once the two of you began talking on the phone, so you made sure to ensure everything was fine to him. 

“Yeah, t-that’s the one.” Spencer mutters.

The brunette was always cut off while he tried to explain a statistic or fact. He knew it was never to hurt him in any way, but it still got frustrating for him when he was talked over.

When you cut him off on the other hand,  it is to finish his sentence and complete the fact. He was starting to see why so many people found this gesture romantic.

Your smile grows as you notice Spencer’s eyes downcast on your hands.

Rounding the corner deeper into your campus, you stop at a couple spots to tell Spencer more about your school life and how your studies were going.

“I can’t believe I’m really graduating this year.” You sigh dreamily, looking up into the sky.

“Do you have any ideas where you may want to work?” Spencer asks as you lead him to a fountain in the centre of a field.

“Well, not exactly, but I’ve still got time to decide.” You grin, digging into your pocket for something Spencer couldn’t see.

“You know the BAU will always be an option.” Spencer shrugs, watching you pull out a shiny quarter.

“I dunno doc. All that stuff might not be for me.” You sigh, closing your eyes for a moment before flipping the coin into the water of the fountain.

“Yeah I guess serial killers and psychopaths aren’t everyone's cup of tea.” Spencer says seriously, causing you to break out in a fit of giggles.

“Do you believe in wishes coming true Spence?” You continue laughing, pulling Spencer in the direction of your dorm.

Spencer’s head snaps up at his name, but his eyebrows furrow.

“Well the act of throwing valuables into water hasn’t always been for wishing, it used to be for worshipping gods and other deities, but as the years went by it became popularized to wish for things by throwing something of value into the basic fundamental of human life.” Spencer pauses looking to you apologetically.

“It’s okay Spence, I’m listening.” You smile.

“Oh okay- First used to honour gods, people began asking for favours such as a good harvest or for a loved one to get well from a sickness which is where wishing wells came from.” Spencer nods, squeezing your hand as a silent ‘thank you.’

“So to answer my question-” You draw on, looking curiously into Spencer’s hazel eyes.

“While there’s no sound science to prove anything, I don’t see why people can’t have something to believe in, as long as they understand if it doesn’t come true.” Spencer shrugs, stopping when you do, outside a large building.

“So I’ll take that as a yes, but.” You smirk.

“I suppose, besides sometimes the wishes do come true out of pure coincidence, but you can never say that.” Spencer shrugs.

“It sounds like you speak from experience.” You laugh, nudging him in the side.

“My friend Penelope wished I’d get my haircut, but didn’t tell me until I did, three months later.” Spencer chuckles.

Both of you knew you were supposed to say goodbye now, if you remained just standing there any longer you’d become a problem for sleep-deprived students. Not a good mix.

But neither of you could find the will to move, your hands stayed interlocked and your smiles remained as Spencer began talking more about a couple books and some more facts about wishing wells.

“Y/n?” A loud voice calls to you from afar. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you!” The voice chimes again, slowly getting closer.

“Oh I’m sorry Adira, I was meaning to tell you.” You apologize, letting go of Spencer’s hand to turn around and speak to the person calling you.

For a minute Spencer forgot how to function his hand, he just sort of hovered it in the air for a second, before regaining his train of thought and dropping his hand back to his side and turning.

“I’ve been worried sick y/n, you haven’t been answering your phone and with that ‘duplicator’ guy running around-” Adira begins, cutting off to wrap her arms around you. “Don’t do that again, please.”

“Alright, I’m sorry Adira, but I had a friend with me, see.” You smile, turning her to face Spencer.

“Hello.” Spencer greets awkwardly, placing his hands into his pockets and nodding.

“Wait he sounds just like-” Adira pauses. “That’s Doc?” They pause, jaw dropping as she begins tugging on your sleeve.

“Yes- that’s him.” You smile, tapping on her hand to try and get her to stop before your face overheats.

“Okay okay!” Adira laughs, rolling her eyes as she fixes her headscarf and extends her hand.

“Nice to finally meet you, y/n has not stopped talking about you since you started writing to each other-”

“Adira!” You intervene, bringing your hand to your face to hide your blush.

“Wow you’re even cuter than the photo-”

“Okay, we still have that project to work on right, let’s go.” You laugh nervously, pushing Adira towards the door of your dorm room as she remembers something.

“Oh right, I’ve been meaning to ask you about that.”

“Perfect, we’ll finish it up when we get inside.” You smile.

“Nice jacket by the way, where’d you get it?” Adira comments, poking the black suit jacket on your arm, and then back again at Spencer standing in a collared shirt and tie.

“Y/n!” She laughs teasingly, turning around and grabbing a hold of your shoulders.

“I’ll head in on my own, now have fun, but not too much fun.” She smirks, pushing you back towards Spencer before walking into the building and throwing you a wink.

“I-I’m-”

“There’s no need to apologize, I’m rather flattered you talk about me.” Spencer shrugs, looking down at the ground subtly.

“Well of course I do, you’ve become a big part of my life y’know.” You smile, taking Spencer’s large hands into yours.

Spencer smiles fondly, hiding the internal regret he held, the profiler had yet to tell any of his friends about you, wanting to have this one thing for himself in his twisted world.

Squeezing your hands, Spencer nods and glances down at his watch.

“I should get back to the station.” The brunette murmurs.

“You should get back to the station.” You reply, loosening your grip only for Spencer to pull you back.

“I-I’m happy I got to meet you by the way, please call me if you need anything, or just to talk.” Spencer pushes his lips back in a forced smile, he was reluctant to leave you alone.

“I will Spence. Catch that guy for me alright?” You smirk, wrapping Spencer in a short hug before shrugging off his jacket, placing it over Spencer’s shoulders and turning to finally walk into the building.

Spencer barely had time to react to your gesture, but while he processed it, he simply stood there. It was as though you had left an imprint of yourself on him, a reminder you were real, and really held him. He was truly awestruck.

His suit jacket held the faintest scent of your perfume, the feeling of your arms lingered on his torso and his hands still reached for yours though you were long gone.

This feeling was foreign to the brunette, but not rejected. Spencer quite enjoyed it after all.

After a few moments of not moving the brunette finally picks up his feet and turns to leave, not noticing the figure not too far away clenching his fists so hard, blood begins to trickle slowly out.

[pipipinyyy]

Explaining why I have added every song in my entire and very long Niragi playlist because I can and because over analyzing him is my passion (I usually update it from time to time but I'll do it with the current songs)

Completely self indulgent post, but I decided to share to feed my fellow Niragi stans (*˙︶˙*)☆*°

This is entirely based on my view of the songs and how I interpret them while thinking about Niragi. I'm aware that most of them have entirely different meanings, this is just for fun :) (Also sorry if my explanations don't make much sense, English is not my first language and I might make mistakes when trying to put my feelings and thoughts into words)

This may contain manga/s2 spoilers

Hayloft-Mother Mother: Vibes

Criminal-Britney Spears: The whole song describes him ("he is a sucker with a gun") and the fandom's obsession ("mama I'm in love with a criminal")

Daddy Issues-The Neighborhood: I feel like he would act like this, using the most vulnerable spots to pick on someone ("cry little girl, nobody does it like you do")

Psycho-Jin Dogg, OVER KILL: Vibes

Riot-Hollywood Undead: He'd definitely start a riot like he did in the 10 of hearts, burning and destroying anything that crosses his path

Bitches-Mindless Self Indulgence: He most likely thinks he's a total fuckboy and popular with girls since he can get almost anything he wants out of scarying people

Baby's on Fire-Die Antwoord: Vibes

Insane in the Brain-Cypress Hill: This man is being consumed by his own way of protecting himself

Wolf in Sheep's Clothing-Set It Off: Based on how he feels towards the people who hurt him in the past ("Listen, mark my words, one day, you will pay" "You've always been a huge piece of shit, if I could kill you, I would" "Karma is gonna come collect your debt")

Death no more-IC3PEAK: Vibes

Gasoline-I Prevail: Sort of similar to Riot, ("So burn it all down, burn it all down, I don't give a fuck")

Toxic-Britney Spears: The whole fandom knows how much of a piece of shit this dude can be, but we still find ourselves liking/enjoying his character (to an extent), a toxic addiction

Nice Guy-GRLwood: As much as I love this man, he'd use the "I'm a nice guy c'mon" card just to fuck. If he wants to, he'll get it, if he doesn't, he'll most likely get mad

Dernière danse-Indila: Vibes

TRRST-IC3PEAK: Mostly vibes, I kinda see this song as how he felt the first time he killed someone on purpose inside the borderlands ("mama they say I'm a terrorist, I did nothing wrong but I got on the blacklist")

Saint Bernard-Lincoln: Vibes

Nowhere To Run-Stegosaurus Rex: Being with him at the Beach would either be ignoring each other completely or a game of tag, no inbetween. If this man wants to kill you, he'll get his fun time out of it as well ("You're gonna die, I'm gonna kill you")

The House of Wolves-Bring Me The Horizon: Based on how he sees life after being consumed by his current mental state ("Show me a sign, show me a reason to give a solitary fuck about your god damn beliefs" "What you call faith, I call a sorry excuse")

Smells Blood-Kensuke Ushio: Vibes

SIU-Maretu: Similar to Daddy Issues, don't expect this man to be a therapist. If he sees anyone crying or panicking in or outside a game, he'd most likely tell them to suck it up, just like this song.

Judgement-Kensuke Ushio: Vibes

MONSTER ENERGY GUN!-KevinKempt: Vibes + He for sure has an energy drink addiction, specially pre-borderlands

HURT-1 800 PAIN: Vibes

Fear Is The Mind Killer-Zheani: Vibes

I Bet on Losing Dogs: Based on how I know Niragi is toxic, and most likely unsaveable of his deteriorating mental state, but I still have him as my biggest comfort character ("I bet on losing dogs, I know they're losing and I'll pay for my place")

Emo Boy-Ayesha Erotica: He's been in an emo phase (and maybe still is), the lyrics are pretty self explanatory, they describe us Niragi simps perfecrly ("come on fuck me emo boy")

Crybaby-Destroy Boys: Vibes

The Fox's Wedding-MASA Works DESIGEN: Vibes

You're a useless child-Kikuo: We don't know much about his past, but judging by the unstoppable bullying he's suffered, his parents didn't care about him, or were straight up absent. He's been insulted by pretty much everyone in his past to the point of believing it and telling those things to himself ("You're a useless child, the most useless child in this world" "Drool in snot, dandruff, shit and piss" "I'm a useless child" "Nobody will save me" "I'm a lonely kid")

Take A Slice-Glass Animals: Vibes

Fighting With The Melody-Jimmy Urine: Vibes

Comics-Caravan Palace: Vibes

Rhinestone Eyes-Gorillaz: Vibes

Butch 4 Butch-Rio Romero: Mostly vibes, sort of how I think the most "peacefull" moments in a relationship with him would feel like, kind of bittersweet feeling

Suki Suki Daisuki-Jun Togawa: Yandere Niragi. If he's interested in someone, he'd go through an obsessive phase, most likely forcing the other person to "love" him. This man is so confused about the feeling of love that he's unable to tell when he loves someone or when he's obsessed with them due to his lack of attention ("Like you, like you, I love you. Say you love me or I'll kill you")

:(-The Garden: Vibes

Kitty City-Cyriak Harris: Vibes

Blood-My Chemical Romance: If Niragi went to a therapist, he'd act like this song, with his signature cocky and sarcastic personality (at least before he gets better) ("I can't control myself because I don't know how" "They can fix me proper with a bit of luck" "I'm the kind of human wreckage that you love")

A Mask of My Own Face-Lemon Demon: He feels like he needs to protect himself or else he will get hurt inside the borderlands by others again. He uses another personality, a completely ruthless one, even if he doesn't like it and hates himself for it, he doesn't see another way to deal with his fear, allowing his "new self" to consume himself. ("I'd wear that mask of my own face" "I look into my eyeholes and what do I see? A handsome motherfucker motherfucking looking back at me")

I'm a Murderer-Freddie Dredd: Mostly vibes ("I'm a motherfucking murderer")

'Cause I'm a Liar-Mcki Robyns-P: He would lie just for fun even in serious situations. If he needs to manipulate someone to survive, he'll do it his way, after all, he doesn't care anymore, he just seeks for excitement. ("Without emotion, without devotion. It's much easier to fake something happy")

I Disagree-Poppy: I don't know exactly how to describe it, but I feel like this is how he sees and feels the world and those around him, feeling misunderstood and going his own way ("If only all of you could see the world I see, then maybe everyone could live in harmony")

Personal Jesus-Mindless Self Indulgence: He has a superiority complex, that's for sure. I don't think he sees himself as a god, but I see him joking about it

Rainbow Factory-GLAZE, WoodenToaster: Vibes

Frontier Psychiatrist-The Avalanches: I kinda see this as Aguni taking the role of Niragi's "father figure" inside the borderlands, realizing he's turning insane and is unable to control him ("That boy needs therapy")

Hate it. Hate it. "JIGAHIDAI!"-WADATAKEAKI Kurage P: Jealousy. I can see it either in a pre-borderland situation where he hates the popular students in school, or inside the borderlands hating both Chishiya and Arisu. Jealousy takes over him constructing a big ego, causing himself to develop his superiority complex ("You see, I hate that popular girl!" "Does she think I don't notice? How she looks at me as if I'm trash" "I want to be praised" "I'm different from you all, I have my own ego! I'm not a side character" "I have zero common sense. I'm special")

Villain-Stella Jang: He knows damn well he's a villain, that's his goal after all, but what if someone took his point of view? wouldn't the villains be all of those who hurted him in the first place? ("We all pretend to be the heroes on the good side, but what if we are the villains on the other")

Violent-carolesdaughter: This is how I view an argument inside a relationship with Niragi. He's used to violence, to cause fear, and getting what he wants, so being in a healthy relationship would require a lot of patience and strenght. While he's getting better and suppressing those violent actions, there will be times where he accidentally uses violence or threatens the other person unintentionally, mostly hurting himself and his partner psychologically. The lyrics change between both points of view ("Don't make me get violent, I want my ring back baby that's a diamond" "She knows I'm a wreck" "I gave you all my trust and I told you just don't break it")

Hey Bunny-Baby Bugs: Based on how I think it would feel to partner up with him inside the borderlands and catching feelings for him while knowing the huge mess he is ("Hey bunny, what's with those evil eyes?" "Hey bunny, what the hell is wrong with us?" "Hey bunny, what if I loose you too? If I become the monster, together we can always be blue")

Kokoronashi-majiko: I'm pretty sure Niragi isn't able to see himself as someone able to love, even if he doesn't want to be alone (just like when he confesses this feeling while fighting with Chishiya and Arisu). If someone truly loved him and was willing to not letting him go, it would hurt. He can't see himself as someone who can love or be loved, so he can't accept the love he's seeking for in case that turns him "weaker" making his true self confront with the protective mean personality he's created. He could learn how to accept it, so he might want the other person to stay in the end, but it wouldn't be easy for him to accept it ("It's awful, I'd rather you destroy my body, tear it to sheds, do as you please" "No matter how much I'm loved by you, my heart is just one" "I don't know this, don't leave me alone")

Nightmare Parade-FAKE TYPE.: Vibes

Slipping Through My Fingers-Meryl Streep, Amanda Seyfried: Niragi seeing himself loosing his young, gentle and caring personality due to his fear, being unable to control what's happening inside, nostalgia and sadness kicking in ("The feeling that I'm loosing her forever" "That funny little girl" "Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture and save it from the funny tricks of time")

Kuroneko No Tango-Pink Martini, The Von Trapps: Vibes

YKWIM?-Yot Club: Him confroting his feelings of loneliness when he's left alone with his thoughts ("It feels like I care too much when I'm alone, oh no")

Romantic Lover-Eyedress: Just appreciating his physical appearance ("She's a killer, I love her features")

Wrecking Ball-Mother Mother: Based on how he sees himself as someone who needs to destroy everything in a way or another in order to be powerful + the fun he has with it ("Call me a reckless wrecking ball" "Let's break it just because we can")

Edge-Rezz: Vibes

Freaks-Surf Curse: Again, confronting feelings when loving someone, but not in such a painful as Kokoronashi ("I need a place to stay where I can cover up my face" "Don't cry, I'm just a freak")

Little Bit-Lykke Li: Vibes

6up 5oh Cop-Out (Pro/Con)-Will Wood and the Tapeworms: Vibes

PHONKY TOWN-PlayaPhonk: Vibes

I WANNA BE YOUR SLAVE-Måneskin: Freaky time. He would absolutely love this song, definitely his type of thing ("You could be the beauty and I could be the monster" "I wanna touch your body so fucking electric" "I wanna make you hungry, then I wanna feed you")

#BrooklynBloodPop!-SyKo: Vibes

A Cold Freezin' Night-The Books: Vibes

A Pearl-Mitski: My most favorite song to associate with Niragi. Represents his evolution as a character. Creating an scenario where he is loved by someone,he rejects it at first, acting tough ("I don't want your touch") and then proceeds to explain why ("It's just that I fell in love with a war, nobody told me it ended" "it left a pearl in my hand and I roll it around every night just to watch it glow") the war being the borderlands and his new personality, he loved it, but nobody drew a line and it's getting out of hand. The pearl is the feeling of power, the one he has to remember when feeling weak just to feel something. At the end of the song it changes to ("Sorry I can't take your touch"), realizing that he wants love, but he's not able to take it or else he'll become the Niragi from the past

Problematic-Bo Burnham: Him acknowledging his problematic actions but not wanting to apologize because he doesn't feel the need to. He knows he's done bad things but he is going to laugh at it and be a sarcastic mf about it

First Love/Late Spring-Mitski: Similar to Kokoronashi, he wouldn't be able to accept love and how it makes him feel. He would think that he prefers for everyone to hate him and be lonely instead of sacrificing his tougher side. Also talks about how he's grown way too quickly for him to understand feelings properly ("So please hurry leave me, I can't breathe, please don't say you love me" "One word from you and I would jump out of this ledge I'm on baby" "I was so young when I behaved 25, yet now I find I've grown into a tough child"

The Other Side Of Paradise-Glass Animals: Vibes

Bodybag-Chloe Moriondo: How I feel about liking his character, confronting feelings basically ("Don't know if I hate you or if I wanna date you" "I don't wanna like you, I just wanna tie you up, then keep you in a cage and watch you sleep for ages"

Get Into It (Yuh)-Doja Cat: Vibes

Psycho Killer-2005 Remaster- Talking Heads: Vibes

HOT DEMON B!TCHES NEAR U!!!-CORPSE, Night Lovell: Vibes

INFERNO-Sub Urban, Bella Poarch: Again, another song that describes him pretty well ("Baby I'm the reason why hell's so hot" "Terribly like terrible, she's a villain" "Think I'm getting butterflies but it's really something telling me to run away")

Bad Morning-Omori: Vibes

Trouble Brewing: Vibes

Dueles Tan Bien-Bruses: Another song about my confronting feelings with this man ("You know what? You taste better than alcohol to me. You know that and you've got control" "Because you hurt, and you hurt so good that I don't know what to do")

And that's it!! This took me the whole day to write but it makes me very happy to be able to share it :)

I've you've read the entire thing, hope you enjoyed the character analysis! ლ(◞‿◟ლ)

[luminous-shifting-vibes]

actual fucking quotes from the shiftblr coffeehouse discord server

out of context of course, what do you take me for? a sane person?

"they made lightning mcqueen hot"

"inch resting"

"Nix: Cars (2006) several people are typing..."

"im evaporating"

"enjoy precipitation"

"tow mater is more attractive than lightning mcqueen/hj"

"lightning mcqueen looks like he would call me a slur"

"why did I come back to a discussion regarding the attractiveness of vehicles"

"lark is the braincell of shiftblr tbh"

"you all need some grass in your life"

"me over here simping for block men and now literal cars"

"didn't nick wilde commit fraud canonically"

"i have no strong opinions on whether or not nick wilde is attractive"

"I AM AROMANTIC AND I AM NOT IMMUNE TO NICK WILDE"

"I am bisexual and I. Am not into Nick Wilde based on a simple fact he looks like he will drink all my pepsi and call me names"

"What is shiftbkr but not a bunch of simps"

"cries in Bianca Monroe"

"listen i have a folder called gayass

it is mostly pictures of kyoka jiro and virgil sanders"

"Nick Wilde x Reader where he steals your car 📷 carjacker to lovers AU 📷"

"he says "mama i like to step on keyboard""

"MY MOM JUST WALKED IN AND I HAD TO TELL HER I WAS LOOKING AT LIGHTING MC QUEEN HUMAN FANART"

"crab walks away"

""Y/N..." Nick whispered into your ear. "Your car...is a Honda Civic, right?" You looked up at Nick with a baffled expression. "Nick, my beloved? Whatever are you talking about?" "Just asking..." He said as he let you out of his embrace. "Hey, wanna see a magic trick, babe?" Your eyes sparkled. "Really, Nick? Of course!" Nick smiled. "Ok, close your eyes!" You giggled and closed your eyes, waiting for Nick to tell you to open up. Instead, you heard the loud rumble of a car starting up, and you open your eyes. Nick has stolen your car, and he has driven off into the sunset..."

"did y'all know his name used to be canonically Montgomery--he changed it to lightning mcqueen to get rid of his past"

"That is my exit number"

"cars trauma arc"

"wait do y'all know about car jesus" "as if jesus wasn't a ford focus in the bible"

"oh yall do not want to know about the trauma in my cars dr lmao"

"Dewit tau style babey make Lightning McQueen outlive everyone and stalk their reincarnations"

"Do they baptize other cars in like gasoline then"

"there is a pope car in the cars universe which means car jesus died for cars sins"

"NOT THE BOOMER MEMES"

"-lays facedown on the floor while caramelldansen plays-"

"like im serious how many of you guys endorse me falling face down on my floor" (NOT THE SAME PERSON AS PREVIOUS QUOTE)

"I will be Tall and no one can stop me"

"is a soft floor?"

"stop I thought faceplant meant like a succulent in the shape of a face instead of falling onto your noggin for a solid 10 seconds"

"Touch some grass??? What about eating grass"

"what if for every employee of the month i just printed out really horrible boomer memes"

"what ab smoking grass /j"

"Can the grassdirt smoothie be a special in the cafe"

"PLEASE IM ROLLING ON THE FLOOR REWRITINH THE DECLARATION OF INDEPENDENCE WHIKE SPEEDRUNINT MINECRAFT"

"you have to get good dirt from like the middle of a pennsylvanian forest for it to taste good though"

"I ate a four leaf clover as a kid cause i thought it would make me lucky"

"guys how do i see the mee6 leaderboard"

"I used to think i was half dragon and I ate plants out of sidewalk cracks"

"i think i punched someone"

"my parents told me to stop doing that so I looked at them and ate a flower"

"I ate grass when I was 9 bc I read warrior cats and thought I was a medicine cat ....................."

"bees are just spicy flies"

"I had a mental breakdown when I was three cause I didn’t know how to turn off a phone"

"My mom drank a bee once"

"when I was a baby I kinned ink sans."

"bro who here find the yellow hat man from curious george fine as heck 📷📷📷"

"mY LUNGSSSSSS"

"no one topping Him"

"I like em big"

"I think Moto Moto has no game like move over hunky boy I could beat you 1v1 Roblox Arsenal 📷📷📷"

"If you didnt have a crush on springtrap, jeff the killer, or Underfell/Gaster/Error sans don't talk to me /j"

"LOOK THEY'RE BOTH DILFS WITH ABS THAT WOULD FIGHT GOD"

"ZORO IS BANNED"

"Guys please help I found my old fnaf fanart from when I was 8 I'm in literal tears"

"OH NO BOT MY FIFTH GRADE HAMILTON PHASE"

"The worst attraction ive ever had has to be Sombra Overwatch"

"My family is like "save all ur art so I can sell it when you're famous" I literally could not sell this if I tried"

"screaming puppet"

"I just remembered Ive drawn overwatch/hamilton crossover fanart"

"my hermit crabs ate each other again"

"we're cannibals ????"

"having me here is a curse you have inflicted on yourselves and I for one am glad for it <3" "scitters around like a crab in anticipation"

"CARB DAY"

"WE NEED TO HAVE A WATCH OARTY"

"hey y'all ill be right back i have to throw away a crab carcass"

"if I watch cars I'm going to start laughing in the middle of it nonstop just because the word cars is funny and also cars are funny like how do you move silly little metal box with rubber circles"

"Lark asleep post catboy pitbul"

"Mwista Wowldwide! Nya!" "hermit crab 2: electric boogaloo"

"Is that why your name is chaos"

"manifest the crab power!!"

"cool dex fact: i can't read 📷"

"sighs adds to worship these entities list"

"with a knife <3"

"yeah and if he betrays me I could probably throw him across the atlantic ocean"

"give me his eyes"

"my good citizen i am a- wait no im nonbinary nvm"

"it worked on a fish idk what to tell you"

"what is gender??? Is that a board game?? If so can I be apples to apples that one's my favorite"

"CHUTES AND LADDERS"

"anyways actually my gender is Candyland"

"Oh god romes the destroyer of friendships/j"

"i am a simple gay i see math i run in the opposite direction survival instincts 101"

"math my beloathed"

"algebra makes me want to rip open a bag of swedish fish and swallow them whole"

"cackles in they're au characters and this will be very fun"

"pog !!!! me too ksajgks one of my drs is a sanders sides au"

"Is that bipper"

"tumblr sexyman"

"Good because he’ll fuck u up if u hurt a child"

"I want a wing-suit"

"looks like a bean would poison someone"

"my hermit crabs are cannibals what can i say"

"sonic the hedgehog kinnie"

"get yourself a man who is capable of the most ungodly actions but won't do them because of their morality owo"

"tell him he can steal my wallet"

"eyes"

"idk about y'all but I need blueberry sweet tea to live"

"y'know the red souls from soul eater i really want to eat those"

"but like only respectable crimes like stealing from elon musk"

"You can go cultbashing with he!"

"He acts like a flamboyant gay man, but if a flamboyant gay man was straight."

"Simp Satan 📷"

"definitely arson"

"They look like they enjoy lemon squares and other lemon desserts"

"Satan is all-powerful but he spends most of his time building honeymoon locations because he is convinced that the protag loves him"

"bc shes the reincarnation of his dead wife or something i guess"

annd here's a quote from our very own dream (@shiftingwastaken) that sums this post up:

"shiftblr but context makes it worse"

[cryingcow]

Character Story - Yayoi [RGGO]

I’m gonna stop simping over Zhongli for now and post this XD For our next beautiful lady: the one and only surviving sword mom in the series! :D

Story: After Terada dies, someone needs to be the Fifth Acting Chairman.

Kashiwagi: “Since Terada got murdered and I got attacked and whoever is the leader now would most likely get killed, I would like your son Daigo to be the Fifth Acting Chairman.”

Yayoi: “. . . You’re not exactly being persuasive here.”

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CHAPTER 1

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|In 2006, five years after getting arrested for violating the Firearms and Swords Act, Dojima Daigo went to Osaka to take revenge against God Ryuji. Daigo, who was excommunicated from the clan and abandoned by his former friends, devotes himself to a life of drinking alone.|

Daigo: “Oi . . . I’m out of liquor.”

Waiter: “Y-Yes . . . Here you go.”

Daigo: “. . .”

Yayoi: “. . . Daigo.”

Daigo: “. . . Why did you come here.”

Yayoi: “Even though everything’s over . . . how long do you plan on living like this? It wasn’t Kiryu who killed that person . . . you already know that. Did Kiryu really leave the Tojo Clan? In that case, you shouldn’t be drinking.”

Daigo: “. . . I don’t know what you’re talking about. Please go home.”

Yayoi: “What did you say . . . ?”

Daigo: “Whatever I’m doing has nothing to do with you.”

Yayoi: “Nothing to do with me . . . ? It’s natural for parents to worry about their son.”

Daigo: “Hmph . . . now it’s just the mother’s side.”

Yayoi: “! . . .”

[Daigo gets up and leaves.}

Yayoi: “Daigo . . . !”

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Yayoi: “. . . Mother’s side.”

Yayoi: (. . . It’s no wonder Daigo says that. Since long ago, I and that person have made Daigo feel very lonely because of the clan . . . Now, I’m not the one who can guide that child. Only Kiryu . . . can do it . . .)

Malicious Catcher: “Good evening Onee-san! What’s with the wrinkles between your eyebrows~? Is something wrong? Do you want to be surrounded by good-looking guys? Huh?”

Yayoi: “Get lost. I’m in a bad mood right now.”

Malicious Catcher: “Huh? Don’t say that, won’t you join us? Well? Come on!”

Yayoi: “Hmph. . . . Don’t complain if you die.”

{Yayoi presumably stabs the guy several times.}

Malicious Catcher: “Hiiii!! M-Murderer!! She isn’t human! Somebody help~!”

Yayoi: “. . . Tch.”

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Yayoi: (What am I going to do with Daigo . . .)

?: “Guh . . . !”

Yayoi: “Hm . . . ?”

Kashiwagi: “Haa . . . Haa . . .”

Yayoi: “Kashiwagi . . . ?! Kashiwagi, there’s blood on your arm . . . ! Wait right there, I’ll do first aid. Let’s get you to a hospital quick.”

Kashiwagi: “No, it’s fine now. I’m sorry Neesan . . . guh . . . !”

Yayoi: “. . . What on earth happened?”

Kashiwagi: “I was ambushed earlier.  . . . by a killer from the Omi Alliance.”

Yayoi: “Omi . . . ?!”

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-END-

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CHAPTER 2

Yayoi: “Someone from the Omi Alliance tried to kill you . . . ? What do you mean?”

Kashiwagi: “. . . Actually, the Fifth Chairman was shot today by someone from the Omi Alliance.”

Yayoi: “Terada . . . ?!”

Kashiwagi: “Yes . . . He was immediately transported by an ambulance, but . . . he died.”

Yayoi: “What’s that . . . ?”

Kashiwagi: “The head family will be happy to have support from you, so I was looking for you with regards that matter. But in the middle of doing that, I was attacked by a hitman, and this is what happened. The Omi is trying to crush us in one go.”

Yayoi: “Is that so . . . so why were you looking for me?”

Kashiwagi: “. . . Neesan, I have something to discuss with you.”

Man with Kansai Dialect: “Found you, Kashiwagi!”

Kashiwagi: “. . . tch. Did they chase me down?”

Yayoi: “Kashiwagi. Is this the guy who hurt you?”

Kashiwagi: “Yeah . . . he caught me off guard.”

Omi Hitman: “This time I’ll stab you, Acting Captain of the Tojo Clan!”

{Yayoi and Kashiwagi kick their ass.}

Omi Hitman: “Damn it . . . !”

Kazama Family: “Boss!”

Omi Hitman: “. . . tch, are those reinforcements?”

{The hitman runs away.}

Kazama Family Member A: “Wait!”

Kazama Family member B: “Boss! Are you okay?”

Kashiwagi: “Yeah, they just got my arm. You guys . . . don’t tell anyone about this. I want to avoid making the flames of war even bigger.”

Kazama Family member B: “. . . Yes, boss.”

Kashiwagi: “Let’s go somewhere else, Neesan. We can’t talk here.”

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Bar Master: “Take your time . . .”

Yayoi: “. . . So, Kashiwagi. What’s this story you have to tell me?”

Kashiwagi: “. . . I’ll be straightforward. I would like to ask Daigo to be the Fifth Acting Chairman.”

Yayoi: “Daigo as Acting Chairman . . . ?!”

Kashiwagi: “. . . Yes.”

Yayoi: “You . . . after what happened between Daigo and the Omi . . . ?!”

Kashiwagi: “. . . I am well aware of that. The Fifth Chairman was killed, and even I, acting as the Junior Head, was attacked . . . To be the ‘face’ of the head family now would be like walking up to the execution stand.”

Yayoi: “. . . And knowing that, you want to put it on Daigo’s back . . .”

Kashiwagi: “The Tojo Clan is currently a mess. But the Omi will not wait for us. We need someone to be a monolith as soon as possible. To do that, we need a suitable leader. I’m ashamed to say, but it can’t be me. But Daigo is a vessel that people can rely on. He will surely pull the Tojo Clan together. So, I wanted to talk to you about it first. Please . . . please understand.”

Yayoi: “. . . I understand what you’re saying. Then, I have a suggestion. Will you listen?”

Kashiwagi: “A suggestion . . . ?”

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CHAPTER 3

Kashiwagi: “. . . Neesan, is that really okay?”

Yayoi: “Yeah. I’m not going back on my word.”

Kashiwagi: “. . . Understood.”

Yayoi: “But, can you give me some time?”

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Daigo: “Oi! I’m out of alcohol! Bring more quickly!”

Man in Black Clothes: “C-Customer, if you drink too much . . . !”

{Yayoi and Kashiwagi appear.}

Daigo: “?! . . .”

Daigo: “Why is Kashiwagi-san here?”

Yayoi: “. . . Daigo. There’s something we want to tell you.”

Daigo: “. . . I don’t want to talk to you.”

Kashiwagi: “Daigo . . . be careful of how you talk.”

Daigo: “Shut up. I don’t want to get involved with anything anymore-”

{Yayoi slaps Daigo.}

Daigo: “Guh?!”

Kashiwagi: “Ah, Neesan . . . !”

Yayoi: “You don’t need to get involved, Kashiwagi. Club Manager, I’m sorry, but I’m going to rampage. Stand up, Daigo. I’m not saying this to you as a parent. I’m just angry with the idiot who drinks alone at this time.”

Daigo: “. . . What did you call me . . . !”

Yayoi: “Come on, clench your teeth!!”

{Yayoi whoops Daigo’s ass.}

Daigo: “Guh . . . !”

Yayoi: “You’re an idiot. You’re so drunk you can’t even walk properly.”

Yayoi: “. . . Daigo, Terada’s dead.”

Daigo: “. . .”

Yayoi: “He was killed by men from the Omi Alliance.  . . . There could be war.”

Daigo: “. . . So what. Are you telling me to go back?”

Yayoi: “. . . I’ve decided to become the Acting Chairman. I came here to tell you that.”

Daigo: “Acting Chairman . . . ?! Are you really saying . . . ?!”

Yayoi: “Yes. I’ll be taking over Terada’s position starting today. I will organize the Tojo Clan.”

Daigo: “What are you thinking?! I don’t think that’s sane . . .”

Yayoi: “Of course I’m aware of the danger. But I have no choice but to do this. So . . .”

Daigo: “You . . . I’m wondering what you can do for the clan.”

Yayoi: “. . . Daigo. I’ve been prepared for all this since I became his wife. Now . . . is the time.”

Daigo: “Guh . . . !!”

Yayoi: “. . . I just came by to say this. Let’s go, Kashiwagi.”

Kashiwagi: “. . . Yes.”

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Yayoi: “. . .”

Kashiwagi: “. . . Is it okay, Neesan? Not to tell Daigo the truth.”

Yayoi: “It’s fine.”

Yayoi: “Then, I have a suggestion. Will you listen?”

Kashiwagi: “A suggestion . . . ?”

Yayoi: “Yes. The position of Acting Chairman . . . I want to take it on.”

Kashiwagi: “Neesan . . . ?!”

Yayoi: “Am I lacking the power?”

Kashiwagi: “. . . No. The breakthrough of the Dojima Family is only possible with the support of Neesan. Everyone knows that. You have a lot of trust from those at the bottom, and the perfect qualities to stand on top . . . I have no complaints. But . . . is that okay?”

Yayoi: “Like Daigo, I too have the qualities to carry the head family on my back. But for that child . . . he needs time to recover. It’s true that it is the role of parents to help their children.  . . . But I can’t do that. So . . . I want to offer up my life to give him that time. This is what I’ll do as the parent of my child.”

Kashiwagi: “. . . Neesan . . .”

Kashiwagi: “. . . Awkward people, both Daigo and Neesan.”

Yayoi: “Heh . . . that person was the same. Well, let’s go. Isn’t the head family huge? I need to start deciding future policies soon.  . . . I’m counting on you, Kashiwagi.”

Kashiwagi: “Yes. Your humble servant Kashiwagi will do his best to protect you, Fifth Acting Chairman!”

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-END-

 Masterlist

[slasherstuff]

How actually datable are some of the Slashers?

A/n:I havent written anything in a pretty long time so I wanted to step out of my comfort zone and do something a bit longer^^ I dont usually write for a few of these characters so it might be a bit off,but I hope It isnt that bad.I tried to make this as non-biased as possible,this is just my opinion and how I see the topic.

The scale:

10-7: Pretty datable^^

7-5: Not that bad

5-3: Oof

3-0: Haha...why?

Jason Voorhees:

TW:Mentions of bullying,killing,possible neglection(?),mentions of depression and suicidal topics etc.

7/10

The only reason hes not higher is because he has a lot of issues to overcome,most of them being about him being bullied and his mother.Even tho Jason is a fully grown man,he still has a child-like mindset because that was when he "died" which means he missed a huge part of growing up(and getting proper education but that doesnt play the biggest role right now).He is going to depend on you because he sees you as a parent-like figure or at least similar to that.I would have putted him lower,but he does have a lot of potential do at least learn how to deal with his trauma properly,especially now that he has a partner and someone by his side.Despite all that,Jason is defenetly caring about you in his own way and cares about your emotions and how you feel.He would treat you right and respect you a lot as well

Michael Myers:

4/10

Even tho I myself,like the most of the fandom,am a Myers simp it doesnt change the fact that he is pretty heartless.He went throu a lot of weird stuff,from killing his own sister to having some weird-ass doctor be in charge of him and his actions for a long time.Michael would most likely always put anything that has to he done on you and not really care if you like it or not unless you threaten to leave him,but even that wont work after a while.In the end he would probably leave you once he gets sick of it or something in his head tells him that hes better on his own.Even tho the relationship with him is possible,it would be pretty toxic and rather...well rough.Despite the all of the bad talk,if youre dating Michael Myers your granted to feel protected all of the time.He is a serial killer after all,and if he is dating you it means he cares about you at least a little bit.

Bubba Sawyer:

8/10

If we turn a blind eye to his brothers and the time they leave in,Bubba is rather datable.He has a kind of similar problem like Jason,that being having trauma that effected the way he grew up. Meaning that he has a hard time expressing himself,but at the same time being pretty emotional.We can see in the TCM 2 how he expresses his feelings to Stretch,giving off a lot of confusing signals at the same time.As Jason,he can also overcome most of this problem by working throu it with his partner.It would take a lot of time and effort however,but if you really want to help him its worth it.Even tho having trouble expressing himself,Bubba is very in sync with your emotions.Somehow,he manages to feel if youre upset and help you the best way he can.He puts a lot of effort in relationship with you,which adds to the points.

Thomas Hewitt:

7/10

I would have given a 6-6.5,but Thomas has a lot of potential. He has a lot of inner struggle,from letting you in his life to accepting that you realy do want him.Its a popular headcanons that Thomas is suicidal and/or has depression and I deeply agree from what we had seen in the movie.That takes off of his self confidence a lot,making him avoid you or even try and make you not like him at first because he isnt sure wheter he deserves it or not.However,if your stubborn enough and get throu his though skin,expect to be treated the best you can be treated.It would take Thomas a bit to grasp on what to do,but none the less you will be seen as his equal and have someone care about you as much as it is possible. I feel like Thomas would always respect your opinion and give yoi comfort or helo you with something without you even asking.

Vincent Sinclair:

5-6/10

Oh,gentle boy gentle..As much as I hate to admit,he would be really skeptical of you at first and it would take a couple of months for him to even let you in his work place(aka the basement).He would be in denial of his emotions for quite a time,and even when he comes to terms that he likes you even a bit he brushes it off because "you dont like him back".If you do manage to get into an relationship with him however,you still wouldnt manage to spend a lot of time with him.He insists on working alone and he also didnt experience any sort of affection after his mother died.One of the reasons I didnt put him lower is because ue would generally carw about you.Even if it some things as simple as bringing you an apple if you have skipped a meal or putting an extra blanket over you while you sleep.If youre upset or feel down,he would try the best he can to cheer you up,even if its just putting his hand over yours.