running warehouse

anonymous asked:

I think it would be super cool to read a fanfic about Bughead meeting at like a support group for depression/self harm. Maybe they were friends when they were little and Jughead transferred schools and they haven't talked since and they catch up and then support each other through their issues :)

Ooohhh I love this idea! You’re so awesome anonymouse 🐭

“Are you sure you want to do this Elizabeth, you understand this is your choice correct?” Alice Cooper was gripping the steering wheel so tight Betty was sure she was going to rip into the leather.

“Yes mom. This is.. I have to.. if this works..I’m running out of options.” The beautiful blonde passenger whispered, voice closing with unrestrained anxiety.

Alice barely spared her a glance
“If you feel this is a positive thing then go on, why you can’t just stop that nasty habit of cutting yourself up I’ll never understand but since this is what the family counselor suggested I suppose I have no option. Go on and spread our dirty laundry to the world.” She hissed out bitterly.

Sighing silently, Betty reached over and pressed a kiss to her moms cheek.
“I’ll see you in an hour.” She stepped out of the car, her shoulders releasing pent up tension. She would definitely be driving herself here from now on.

“Had to hitch a ride with the slave driver too huh?”

Turning around at the unfamiliar voice, Betty came face to face with a beautiful African American girl, short brown hair and dark eyes, the gorgeous stranger stuck her hand out

“I’m maya, it’s nice to meet you.”

As soon as Betty reached for her hand Maya snapped it back, her whole body jerking forward causing Betty to stiffen instinctually.

“I’m so sorry! I have Tourette’s, I probably should have told you that first. Really I’m so sorry!” She shoved her hands in her pockets and made to scurry forward, but not before Betty’s hand reached out and gripped her forearm.

“I’m Betty Cooper. it’s nice to meet you too.” She gently smiled and began walking in sync with her new friend.

“You’re new here, first days can be a little intimidating but stick by me in group and I won’t let anyone mess with you.” The taller girl smiled proudly, yelping on a twitch before she draped an arm over Betty’s shoulders and pulled her into the building.

As soon as the two girls walked in Betty felt her panic rise, there were chairs set up in a circle around a desk, almost all were taken except a scattered few, teenagers her age were all talking to each other and all Betty wanted to do was run right back out the front door, maybe her mother was right, maybe this wasn’t a good idea, there were way too many people, too much judgment.

“Hi! Elizabeth right?” A middle aged woman with a short pixie cut and see through blue eyes approached her, gripping her hand and shaking it aggressively “we are so excited to have you at Helping Hearts Rehabilitation Therapy Class, my name is Rosa and I run the therapy sessions here! I think you’ll fit in just fine, Why don’t you take a seat with Maya right up front, were about to start group therapy.” The frantic older woman squeezed Betty in a jug before rushing off somewhere else.

Maya grabbed her hand, rolling her eyes
“Rosa can be a little much but she’s all heart, you’ll get to know her better in individual sessions.” She dropped down on a plastic, blue seat and patted the one beside her as Betty delicately sat down.

Betty took a moment to glance around the room, it was an eclectic mix, people covered in scars, people crying on their own, others texting on their phones angrily while some looked about as nervous as she felt, suddenly she felt an itch on the side of her head, it slowly turned into a burning and she glanced to her right, her eyes going wide at what she saw.

A beautiful boy, something right out of a 1950s greaser catalogue. He had thick, wavy black hair, slightly covered by a crooked beanie, he wore a worn in leather jacket and combat boots, his skin tanned and dirty, he had pouty lips with a natural red Betty would have killed for, the most surprising part about him though? His piercing stormy blue eyes, eyes that were currently burning into her as he stared openly.

“That’s Jughead Jones, he doesn’t talk much all we know is that he has to be here, mandatory from his therapist, rumor has it he tried to run his motorcycle off a cliff… on purpose.” Maya whispered close to her, making Betty shudder.

The boy didn’t look away not even when Betty caught his eyes, he must think she was the absolute definition of lame.

Betty had on a soft long sleeved cardigan covering up the scars littering her arms, the cotton baby blue dress she wore underneath had a peter pan collar and it matched her tiny blue ballet flats, her hair was pulled back into an exceptionally tight ponytail and her light pink lips were painted the familiar shade of “perfectly pink.”

“Okay everyone! I want to introduce you all to our newest member, Elizabeth Cooper.”
Rosa spoke from the front of the room, drawing Betty’s eyes away from the staring contest she and this Jughead Jones seemed to be having. She snapped forward, Maya nudged her with a grin as a particularly vicious twitch shook her body.

Betty smiled softly
“Hello, I actually go by Betty.” She offered gently, her honey sweet voice was soothing and like always everyone was instantly taken by the blonde haired angel.

“Well Betty, we usually start by asking, now I know this may seem a little invasive but it’s good to break it down immediately, do you mind telling us what brought you here today?”

Betty’s eyes widened as her fingers dug into her palms, searching frantically for a way out.

“NO.” She shouted, louder than she had planned
“No, no I can’t.. I can’t talk about it. I don’t.. I don’t talk about that!” She begged, moving to stand as Maya placed a comforting hand to her shoulder. Betty’s eyes were still looking around, their had to be a way out!

Suddenly her sea green eyes landed on Jugheads rainy blue ones, he gazed deeply into her face a meaningful look playing on his features, and just like that her heart stopped racing, she was able to find air and she slowly settled into the seat

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry, I’m just.. I’m not quite ready to talk about that yet, maybe next week.” She plastered on her award winning smile as she patted Maya’s hand in gratitude, Rosa fell for the picture perfect smile and she nodded reassuringly

“Of course, our past does tend to get most of us riled up. Perhaps next time.” With that the older woman went on with the session, an hour later Betty had learned about the multiple different struggles some of her peers had gone through, while she was sure that by having them share she was supposed to feel better but now she felt even more weighed down by the burden. These people had been through so much, she carried their pain on her back as if it was her own, that’s who Betty Cooper was, unapologetically selfless.

Maya was putting her number in Betty’s phone and swinging her backpack over her shoulder
“I’ll text you tonight, set up plans, catch ya after doll.” She blew a dramatic kiss towards Betty before skipping out the room.

Betty smiled with a shake of her head as she continued packing up her backpack, it had taken her longer than she expected and by the time she was done the entire room was empty even Rosa had left.

“You okay?”

The low timber of an unfamiliar voice had Betty nearly jumping out of her skin, she whipped around to see Jughead standing behind her, a smirk on his face, leaning against a chair with crossed arms, he looked like the sexiest Rebel Without A Cause Betty had ever seen.

“Me? Oh yeah, of course! I’m fine.” The blonde shifted uncomfortably in her shoes as he continued to stare at her “a little stressful sure, I lost my cool in here today, it won’t happen again.” She wasn’t sure who she was assuring, the boy in front of her or herself.

“Why not? You didn’t wanna talk about. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want too.” He shrugged lazily, his eyes drifting to her arms.

Betty smiled a soft tilt of her lips
“Sometimes though, you have to talk about it.. or it never goes away.”

Taking a step towards her Jughead lifted her hands in his her palms flat up as he stared at the moon shaped scars littering her soft skin.

Betty gasped and ripped her hands free, laying them flat on her sides

Jughead smiled again, this time a sad, understanding smile

“It never goes away. No matter what we do.” He whispered, his face dangerously close to hers.

“But we try anyway” betty responded “so we beat on, boats against the current.” She quoted.

Jughead smirked
“I didn’t take you for a F. Scott Fitzgerald fan, although you look the part.. daisy.”

Betty rolled her eyes taking a step away from him and turning her back to him, heading for the door, a mysterious smile on her lips.

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me Jughead Jones.” The door closed shut, leaving Jughead alone in the dark warehouse. Running a hand over his face he couldn’t shake the smile from his lips

“Shit” he mumbled

He was in deep trouble.

@arabian-batboy said: Can you write something where Bruce comes across Jason in an alley after his resurrection but before Talia took him in & since he couldn’t talk at that time (& because he’s supposed to be dead) Bruce thinks it’s just a hallucination and just leaves him?

It had been a long time since Bruce was afraid of ghosts, mostly because they never left him alone. If this one seemed more real than usual, hey, it had been a rough day.

Always was, this time of year. 

April 27th. Bruce liked to think he was getting better— maybe some year he wouldn’t find himself lurking in Crime Alley on today, the anniversary of Jason’s death— but he wasn’t there yet.

It made sense. How was he supposed to forget Jason? That was what it would take, Bruce knew, to leave the guilt behind. Every time Jason crossed his mind, it all came crashing back: the grief and shame and pain in his chest. 

Flashbacks, sometimes. Hallucinations.

He wasn’t particularly surprised to see his dead son lying on the cobblestones. It was bound to happen today. 

Bruce took a deep breath. It was time for another hell ride through his own subconsciousness. What would it be this time?

Older, he thought— this Jason looked older, the age he would be if he had lived. That was normal; Bruce spent a lot of time imagining Jason alive and growing up. This Jason looked like he had been on the street for a long time, and Bruce could explain that too; they’d met on this spot when Jason was young and homeless. Of course he was remembering that day. 

Bruce blinked away the image of Jason, small and defiant, sprinting towards the mouth of the alley with his tire iron. Who hit the Batman with a tire iron? Jason did. Jason was…

Well, Jason was dead. Jason had been extraordinary— brave, bright, explosive, kind— but he was gone, and the illusion on the pavement was just that: an illusion. A memory. Bruce’s mind playing tricks.

The punishment he deserved. He could feel it beginning like it always did, his heartbeat pounding in his ears, his fingertips, his chest, rooting him to the stone underneath him until he couldn’t run— not that he should run. He hadn’t saved Jason. The least he could do was feel it.

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Discrimination gets you nowhere, except bankruptcy.

This is gonna be a long post. Get comfy.

So within the last year or so I made a bunch of life altering decisions.
One of those was moving to another side of the country after being offered a job at a company in the state I wanted to live in. My boss, we’ll call him Brandon, had known me for a while (I work in an industry where most people know each other and the key players) and had offered me a job knowing my criteria and many other things. I was well qualified for the job he has hired me for.

So I move across country and I begin working. This company has a main office and a supplying warehouse, the supplying warehouse was where I worked. No manufacturing done here, just supporting parts for the main office. Within a month the owner of the company, Viet, shows up at the office looking for my boss. (The main company is about 8 or 9 hours away so this was a long drive and the owner never came down to the warehouse, not since it opened originally 7 years go). My boss isn’t there (he usually isn’t and doesn’t need to be because I can handle it and he lives up the road if I need him). Viet immediately begins yelling at me. He never once speaks to me. He yells at me the whole time he is communicating with me. Berating me on the fact I need to take inventory because fiscal year is about to be up and that I need to maintain the warehouse and had I ever done this before. He gave me the third degree and treated me like an idiot. Meanwhile I had texted Brandon and he showed up and Viet changed his tune completely. At that point he didn’t even speak to me at all. Didn’t even make eye contact. The two of them chatted and then Viet left.

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anonymous asked:

How about Tim adapting from being the youngest to Damian's older brother?

This got a little out of hand… and it’s basically just Tim angsting over being a terrible brother and not knowing what he’s doing wrong. Hint: ABSOLUTELY NOTHING but Timmy is nothing if not hard on himself. Anyway. Enjoy :)

He likes to think the whole process would be a lot easier if the brat wasn’t so annoying and obnoxious and rude and insufferable and-  and- Damian

Jason insisting on calling him “babybird” certainly doesn’t help though. How is he supposed to feel like an older brother when he’s still treated like a little kid? He’s seventeen, for god’s sake, eighteen in just a few months. He’s practically an adult.

(The real problem, he knows, deep down where he doesn’t have to think about his neglected childhood, is that growing up an only child never prepared him for how to deal with younger siblings. All his time that wasn’t spent alone was spend in the presence of people older than him; nannies, his parents, his parents’ friends, his parents’ business associates, teachers, tutors, classmates. Even when he became Robin, he was still the youngest.)

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Not Her.

warning: angst train is coming.

prompted by @dmollyc : #6, “You can’t die. Please don’t die.” (from this list)

Sherlock was in the middle of a case with John and Greg when he got the call.

“Hello, Mr. Holmes? Yours is the number we have on the emergency contact information for Margaret Hooper. She’s been in a car accident. A drunk driver hit the taxi she was occupying.”

His face fell, nearly dropping his phone. He stopped in the middle of the warehouse where they were investigating. Not her.

“Sherlock?” John said with concern.

“You alright, mate?” Greg asked.

“Molly’s been in a car accident. I have to go. Now,” Sherlock told them, running out of the warehouse.

Sherlock overlooked her surgery from above, tears falling from his eyes when her heart rate started dropping. They were trying desperately to stop the internal bleeding she had suffered.

“You can’t die. Please don’t die,” his voice broke with each word. “Molly, please. I need you. I love you.” Thankfully, they successfully stopped the bleeding and she was stabilized. He followed them to the recovery room that Molly was moved into.

“She may have some temporary memory loss, but she will live,” the nurse explained when Sherlock entered the room. He seated himself in the chair beside her bed. She hadn’t come around from the anaesthetic yet. He held her hand gently, sliding his thumb across the back of it. No words were said as Sherlock silently prayed to a deity he did not believe in as he gazed upon his Molly. The love of his life. She slowly came to and Sherlock sat back as the nurse explained what happened and how the operation went. Molly nodded in understanding. Afterwards, her eyes found Sherlock’s.

“Hey you,” she spoke, her voice rough.

“Molly,” he began, “I thought I was going to lose you.”

“It’s gonna take more than that to get rid of me,” she smirked.

“I don’t want to get rid of you,” he told her in all seriousness. She was a bit groggy from the anaesthetic.

“To think you were worried about a criminal getting to me; turns out as normal as a car accident,” Molly remarked. His face was stricken with horror. “Sorry. Trying to make light of the situation.”

“I know,” Sherlock replied. He still had tears staining his cheeks.

“I love you, Sherlock,” Molly said, lifting his hand to her lips, kissing his fingertips.

“I love you too, Molly. So very much, darling,” he cried with relief. “I love you.” | ao3

the barrel of a gun (remind me which side you should be on)

What do you do when the person you’d take a bullet for is behind the trigger? Spencer knows that no amount of hoping could undo everything, but he can’t help but wish for things to have gone differently.

wc: 1175 // gif not mine and try as i might i can’t find who made it rip

The gun feels like dead weight in Spencer’s hands and he’s breathing heavily, trying in vain to quiet down the huffs escaping his lips. His legs feel like lead and, in the back of his mind, he briefly wishes he was as physically fit as the rest of the team because he doubted he could go on any longer. All he wants to do is drop to the ground and go home and forget that he’s on a case, but he knows he can’t.

He wishes he stayed back for this case.

He wishes he alerted the team sooner and he didn’t go running off on his own.

But he didn’t and now, running through the abandoned warehouse, he’s fueled by only adrenaline and a responsibility to do the right thing and he’s not going to give up now. He has to do this. You would have wanted him to do this.

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anonymous asked:

heyyy fam if you're still taking jimon prompts can you please do stuck in a closet (either on a mission or just in the institute) I live for that trope and these idiots in love THANK YOU

hey pal…thank you?? so much?? i don’t know why this is so long but It Is so i mean,, i hop u like it

set like 2 weeks after stains


If you had asked Simon what he was doing tonight 3 hours ago, he probably would have said something along the lines of “Nothing” and “Well I don’t know what are you doing,” in that way of his that just made him sound lonely instead of trying to flirt with you. He definitely did not expect his night to be “running through an abandoned warehouse being chased by a pack of Shax demons.”

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anonymous asked:

Hi, I really like your writing and I have this prompt: maggie realizes that everytime she moves alex wakes up and mumbles something random until one night she hears "i love you" and she says it back and alex hears it but they don't know that the other is aware of what happened so in the morning they are trying to discover if the other remembers what happened

Loving your fics. Any chance of a Alex and Maggie saying I love yous for first time.

This fic is from the above two prompts. It differs slightly from them but I got inspired and kind of carried away with how I wrote it. Hope you enjoy :)

Maggie stares at the ceiling, the feel of her girlfriend’s body, her warmth and her presence, steady and solid beside her the only thing keeping her from running, keeping her from crying and breaking down. It had been a bad day, a bad week in general; one of her colleagues, an up and coming officer who Maggie had taken under her wing, had been shot and so had Maggie nearly, recklessly running into the abandoned warehouse after him, ignoring the shouts of her fellow officers, but she didn’t get there in time, didn’t get there in time to save his life and Maggie had shouted and Maggie had screamed and everyone had told her it wasn’t her fault and she knew deep down that it wasn’t. It was supposed to be a routine operation, she wasn’t even worried because it was just a routine wire tap, but it had gone badly wrong. Someone had tipped off the gang she was surveilling and they’d turned on Tim, demanding he ripped off the wire, but he’d denied she was wearing one and they’d shot him there and then. Maggie could still hear his screams, could still feel her heart breaking as she’d ran till her lungs burnt to try and get to the top floor of that warehouse from the van outside, but she wasn’t fast enough, none of them were fast enough.

She knew, knew this was the nature of her job, of her and Alex’s job. It was dangerous, it was life threatening every single day and her heart rate was never at a safe level when Alex went on a mission, or decided to launch herself into space, but it never got any easier. This never got any easier. And Alex understood, Alex did because Alex had been there too many times with agents and Alex had cried her pain into a bottle of bourbon too many nights until Maggie came along.

So Alex didn’t try to make Maggie talk, didn’t try to convince Magie it wasn’t her fault because she knew Maggie knew she wasn’t responsible, but she knew Maggie would feel so anyway because she herself felt responsible every singe time one of her agents got shot or hurt, or a mission didn’t go to plan, because that was what good agents, good detectives did. So she just held Maggie close as she sobbed into her arms, rubbing her back, kissing her gently on the forehead, whipsering to her that she’s here, she’s not going anywhere, she’s here for Maggie. To help Maggie. And Maggie had nodded and Maggie had held Alex closer, had grabbed onto her for dear life, because life was fragile and life was short and god she wanted Alex to know so much that she couldn’t find the words to say.

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Ideas for a Warehouse 13/Wynonna Earp fusion that I am definitely for sure never ever writing myself (i mean it this time)

-the earp family is torn apart by an artifact that made wynonna shoot ward and killed willa (idk how let me live)

-wynonna left when she turned 18 and she ran into another artifact and she keeps getting tied up in warehouse 13 cases (at first by accident and later on purpose because she starts seeking it out) 

-waverly does all the languages work and ancient cultures and history degrees and starts publishing papers under a fake name

-thats what gets her recruited to the warehouse as a claudia-type person being set up to be a future artie 

-dolls is the current artie-type. imagine the claudia and artie dynamic with dolls and waverly. i mean it wouldnt be exactly the same, but

-plus he does enigmatic boss who seems strict and tough but is a secret softie so well. also re: the drug thing in WE he could have some sort of dependence on an artifact like steve did when he died that one time

-and then wynonna gets caught up in one too many cases adn she’s recruited along with detective haught. 

-detective haught is a detective but like steve and pete in wh13 she has a “special ability” that makes her stand out even outside of her being very good at her job (even if she does break the rules a fair bit) like she’s a bit of an empath like she’s Excellent at just understanding what people are feeling at any time and connecting with them through that. like, uncannily good at it

-haught and wynonna are like the field agents. and okay at first when they meet each other theres a little tension because haught is like in a nice suit and wynonna is in jeans and a t-shirt and like wynonna thinks haught is going to be uptight like all the other cops shes met (haught does look very by the book) and haught can tell that wynonna doesnt like/respect her at first and resents it. but then they get literally glued together by an artifact and they bond and they come back from their first mission bffs for life

-honestly they make a great team because wynonna inspires haught to improvise and think outside of the box a bit more and haught keeps wynonna from doing anything too wild and they just balance each other out and get along great

-also when wynonna gets there and finds waverly already there shes like “????WTF i though you were in purgatory?” and its hilarious.

-doc is the caretaker. like everyone is always like “is he…..doc holliday?” and its never confirmed or denied but he totally is. 

-you have field agent haught bonding with wynonna and falling for the researcher who desperately wants to get out in the field and its all adorable 

anonymous asked:

(Not a prompt) When A proposed to M she's sent a text with a location that M assumed was a case and so M arrives and runs into this warehouse that is familiar and she sees drawn out DNA structures placed on the walls and M's confused because where is everyone? Where's the threat? And then A comes out of the shadows and points at the first DNA structure and says, "Our first case together, Infernian, you got kidnapped, I threatened a very large d-bag and saved your ass." (Part 1)

(Part 2 got eaten fml) (Cont) and M is still kinda like ??? Because her gf is so amazing and she’s pretty sure she knows where this is going and she does the soft head tilt and says “I love you, you know that?” And A smiles and is like “well that’s good cause what I’m about to say is leaning on that.” And A is on one knee and she’s smiling up at the love of her life and “Mags, you’re the love my life and I don’t know where I’d be without you” (pt3)     (Cont) and Maggie is just lowkey crying because she’s a tough!softie and Maggie is saying yes yes yes and Alex is kissing her and there’s loud squealing from the distance and Maggie is like “Kara come out now” and Kara comes out and alex is like “Kara I told you to leave incase she said no” and M is like ????whywouldisayno?? And K is like “Everyone is at my apartment freaking out I couldn’t leave them hanging” and M is like everyone??? And Kara smiles (pt4)         (Cont) and Kara picks them both up by the arm and M is like “KARA I AM STILL AFRAID ON HEIGHTS THIS IS A HARD NO” and Alex is just so in love and they get back to k’s apartment and Lucy and J'onn and Jeremiah and M'gann and James and Winn and Eliza and Maggie’s Aunt are there and Maggie just starts crying and everyone is like no!!!!! Cause most of them have never seen M cry except that one time A almost died and M is just like “I never thought I’d be here and happy and I just,” (pt5)         (Cont) and then they all hug and Jeremiah is like “you picked a good one kiddo” and Eliza smiles and Winn calls A a nerd cause of how she proposed and James takes pics and J'onn and M'gann and Kara are all so happy because they lost everything and they still have this amazing family and Lucy jokes that she’ll still date either of them and Maggie’s aunt is just, so proud and M and A are so in love and M is just like “So Danvers where’s my ring” and A is like “Shit I knew I forgot smth” (pt6/7?)   (Cont) anyway they live gay ever after and maybe there’s an alien kid and NO man-hell and a happy lesbian death years down the road on in their sleep two days apart and they love each other and there’s fights but they always fall asleep facing each other and this got long but whatevs I’m gay and so are they (prt6/7/the last one)            

Anyway they live gay ever after.             

Good Girl Ch 47: Lets Play A Game

Warning, this does contain a pretty aggressive, almost rapey, scene so you’ve been warned.


Where is Joker? Where the hell am I? My eyes scan around the small cement room. A single light bulb is hanging from the ceiling, illuminating the room enough for me to realize there is no windows, just a bare mattress and a bucket in the corner. There is metal door on the far wall, a dial is in the center of it, guess This going to be harder than me just stealing a key from someone. I wonder how long I’ve been sleeping. Looking down I see that I’m still in my jeans and sweatshirt, no cuts or bruises, my head just kind of hurts. With a deep breath I push up and stubble towards the door, the ground is cold against my bare feet. I pull on the door once but it doesn’t give.

Shit. But what should I expect, that they would just leave it unlocked.

After another tug it opens, but not because of me. One of those fucking masks appears but no one is actually wearing it, just holding it in the small opening for a second. It lowers to reveal a tall pale man with bright purple hair. My alarms are buzzing making me take a step back. The man cocks his head before a small smirk spreads across his face.

“Good morning Kitten,” He purrs in a deep voice. He vaguely reminds me of a young Seunghyun and that only makes me more unnerved. His words take a moment to register.

“Morning? It’s morning already?”

“Already? You’ve been asleep for almost 15 hours. We were starting to worry that we killed you. Can’t be doing that too early, we have so much planned for you.” The grin spread on his face makes my skin crawl.

“What do you want?” I demand.

“Nothing from you Kitten, the twelve men in the tall building on the other hand, we want something from them and doing this is apparently the only way to get it.”

“You aren’t going to hurt them are you? What about Joker, where is my friend?” I step closer to the giant, ignoring my common sense to stand down and cower in the corner.

He chuckles, “What a brave little girl. Your friend is fine, just be a good girl and behave or neither of you will be by the end of this.” I gulp but nod and drop back into the corner on the mattress. “All you need to do to make it threw is not to be brave. Show your fear, cry a lot, be a normal hostage, not this brave faced baby who seems to care more about others than herself. Can you do that? Can you act like a scared child?”

I just nod as I curl into myself.

He snickers, “Good. Now come on, get your ass back up, we’re going to go play.”

“I don’t want to play anything,” I mumble softly but stand back up.

“What? I heard that you were a fan of playing games, roleplaying and even dress up, but we will get the last one later. Now come on,” He grabs my hand and quickly drags me out of the room. I don’t really have a chance to look around the red room beyond the door, my eyes are fixed on the masked man playing the piano. The sound coming from the normally calm instrument sends chill down my spine. Circus music plays loudly as he slams his hands down on the keys even as he glances over his shoulder at me he is able to continue. As the song appears to reach its climax five more men jump out in colorful suits, some from behind the couch, one appears from right behind me. If this man hadn’t been holding my arm I would be on the ground, he laughs at my reaction as I jump back slightly. For a minute I consider hiding behind him but decide against it when he releases my hand to put is mask on partially. I hold my hands to my chest when he tries to reach for me again, taking a few steps back I find myself against the metal door I just emerged from. But at this point I would rather be in there.

“Look who actually listened,” The man snickers, he leans down so his hands are resting on his knees as if he is talking to a child and right now he basically is. My mind set is completely little at the moment, I’m half ready to break down and start crying. My arms are wrapped around my body to try and keep myself form visibly trembling but it’s not working. “No need to be so scared yet Princess, we haven’t even gotten to the scary part.”

“Are we ready to start?” One says, I can hear the smile in his voice, he’s excited. They all are for whatever the hell they have planned for me. He looks over his shoulder to the one still menacingly playing the piano, “Zico, you ready?”

With one last screech from the piano the man turns around and nods before looking directly at me.

“Zico? You’re Block B?” I mumble in surprise.

“So those bastards did warn you. They even told you the bosses name, did you some good just knowing his name,” Another mocks.

“They should have gotten you some better security, it was way too easy to get to you little princess,” Purple teases.

“Security? You still haven’t told me where Joker is, where the hell is he? Is he okay? Did you hurt him?” I try to sound brave but I know how pathetic my voice sounds. The group share a look before busting out laughing, some collapsing on the floor from laughing so hard. “What the hell is so funny about this? Where is he?”

When one of them, the shortest one, finally stops laughing looks to Zico, “Should I tell her?”

Zico nods.

“Your friend bribed his way out. His pockets didn’t seem very deep so he had to leave you behind. But to be fair the price on that pretty little head of yours is impressively high.”

I sink to the floor, a burning feeling of betrayl settles in my chest, but what should I expect? He was a body for hire, the only thing that matter really to him is himself. I should have left him. I should have saved myself. Tears are running down my cheeks as I fully accept the fact that I’ve been abandoned by someone I considered a friend. Joker didn’t seem like the type to just leave though, my alarms never even hummed at the sight of him yet here I am. Maybe they are broken.

“If it makes you feel any better he looked really upset when we kicked him out,” The little one continues.

“For all you know he is going to get you help so don’t look so betrayed,” Another one snaps and gently nudges me with his boot. “Now get up, we’re going to have fun. We’ve been waiting forever for you to wake up.”

Purple pulls me to my feet once again before leading me threw another door way. We step out into an empty warehouse, glancing over my shoulder I see the room we just left had been built into the wall of warehouse. One man beats us across the large room to slide open the heavy door revealing a disturbing sight. Ever since I was a child I disliked the circus and fairs because there was something so haunting about them just the thought of them sends a shiver down my spine. Now standing here with a whole abandoned carnival in front of me and seven masked killers behind me I hate them even more now. The whole park is light up in the early morning darkness. Giving the air around an eerie glow that vaguely reminds me of something off of Scooby doo or something.

Purple pushes me forward out of the door before giving me one more menacing smile, “We will count to thirty, please do your best to hide, it’s no fun when the game ends early. Good luck.” He pulls his mask down and signals the other man to close the door. They all wave teasingly at me as the door closes, Zico even blows me a kiss. When the door is fully closed I don’t waist a second before booking it away from the warehouse and running into the mass of abandoned game booths and rides. I run straight until I see a ten foot tall metal fence, I also see the barb wire on top and the large sign warning about the electric fence. I quickly pick up a rock and throw it at the fence and hear the zap as it comes in contact with the metal. Great.

A second later an intercom buzzes from above, a voice I haven’t heard yet speaks teasingly, “You didn’t get shocked out there did you pumpkin? Probably should have warned you about that.”

I realize that they may have cameras all over this pace already if they have this gate.

He thinks the same as me, “Don’t worry Pumpkin, there are no cameras. That takes away from the fun. We just get notified of when the fence goes off. Now step away from the gate and get to hiding, you only have 10 seconds left.”

10 seconds. I start running along the fence.

Nine. Still running.

Eight. And running.

Seven. Should I hide?

Six. And running.

Five. I don’t know what to do.

Four. And running.

Three. I just want my daddies.

Two. And running.


A siren whales from the speakers and I quickly duck under the striped flaps of a booth. My hand is over my mouth and I’m shaking. I can’t stop the heavy breaths from passing my lips, I haven’t ran like that since my birthday. My mind flashes to my daddies, are they worried right now? Did Joker actually go to them for help or did he just run? Maybe he went to Jiyong. I just hope he went to somebody!

“Oh Pumpkin!” An irritating voice sings.

Another joins in his calls, “Come out, come out, wherever you are!” They laugh together as the sound of their heavy boots smacks against the gravel. My whole body is tense as they go by smacking the counter of each booth with something, most likely a bat. I can’t hold in my flinch when they knock on mine, one of my hands grounds into the ground as if I could dig my way down through the gravel, a girl can dream. I’m relieved that not even a whimper is able to escape my lips with my other hand gripping my face so hard there might be a bruise later.

A moment later they are gone. What should I do now though? This isn’t a very good hiding spot. Running around probably wouldn’t be that good of an idea either. All I can do is sit there and wait. They aren’t stupid enough to leave weapons out and I doubt I could take any of them without one. I scoot farther under the counter of the booth, cringing when the gravel beneath me shifts with me. But they shouldn’t be able to hear that, should they?

Of course they fucking can.

“Boo!” One screams as he hangs his head over the booth to peer down at me. I’m frozen in my spot. “You didn’t last very long Pumpkin, you should do better.” His horrifying cackle seems to pull me out of my daze enough to react to his sudden appearance. I panic and quickly punch the man in the face. He jerks up at the contact, cursing out loud, “Fucking bitch!”

“Shit, shit, shit,” I mumble as I scramble out from under the booth and down the pathway. He starts running after me, yelling more and more curses. Great, now I made one mad. I turn a corner but quickly change my mind when two more stop and make eye contact with me. I turn on my heel but stop once again when the other catches up to me.

“You fucked up Pumpkin,” He growls. I realize now he is the little one from before.

“What happened Hyung?” One chuckles, twirling his bat in his hand. “Did the little princes piss you off?”

“Bitch fucking punched me!”

“Ooh,” The third coos, “Kitty’s got claws.”

“So who is going to catch her?”

Shorty huffs, “Me obviously! Give me twenty minutes with this brat and I’ll make sure to rip her off that throne she seems to think she’s on.”

“You better do it quick before the boss shows up,” One snickers, “You know the rules.”

The next thing I know Shorty is right next to me, his hands are in my hair pulling hard. He forces me on my knees and laughs, “You ready for your punishment Pumpkin? Open your mouth wide for me.”

“If you put your dick anywhere near my mouth I’m going to bite it off. Thought I’d let you know, princess,” I mock the short man with a bitter sweet smile.

He scoffs, “You think you have a choice bitch?”

“Guess we’ll find out.”

The other two are on the ground dying in laughter. I can imagine the offense on Shorty’s face. Even his brothers are on my side with this. He growls once more before pushing me down on to the ground. I don’t even have second to think before his boot comes in contact with my stomach, oh god not this again.

“Hyung,” A deep voice growls, it isn’t even directed at me and I’m horrified by that one word. The man above me stops and loudly gulps, he looks to the tall man who made such a noise.

It’s Zico.

“Boss, I know but the bitch punched me. I found her, she’s my prize for a half hour and that means that I can do whatever I want, right?” Shorty quickly tries to defend himself.

But Zico doesn’t answer, Purple speaks for him, “This is a special case and you know that. Follow the rules, Hyung.”

“I already roughed her up a bit, gives me a few more minutes. We are going to have to do it sooner or later.”

Purple looks to Zico who is staring at me. He nods before quickly turning away. He mumbles something to Purple and walks off, leaving me with the six others. “Someone get the camera.”



“I want you to beg,” He growls in my ear.

My lips are sealed, my jaw is set and ready for it. His fist collides with the other side of my jaw. Five, we’re at five. I open my eyes up once again to look at the camera a couple yards away, three masked men are standing there watching with Purple who is looking away. I’ve learned he’ sonly here to wake sure things don’t get too crazy, unlike the others who I can tell are enjoying what they are seeing. I’m tired to a chair, my arms behind my back, Shorty, who name I discovered is Taeil, is hovering over me.

“This is no fun when they don’t beg,” The oldest man whines, looking to his youngers for help.

“Maybe you should hit harder,” One suggests.

“Are you going to explain to the boss why she has a broken jaw?” Purple snaps. “I doubt I’m going to get away with letting Hyung beat her up this bad. How many times have I told you guys don’t damage such nice merchandise?”

“The bruises will heal by the time she gets out of here, if she gets out of here,” Taeil chuckles. I look up at him at that. He raises his brows, “That get your attention Pumpkin? I’m sure you’ve realized that we aren’t really allowed to beat you too badly-“

I cut him off with a scoff, “My ribs and jaw would beg to differ.”

“Such a mouth on her,” Purple purrs.

“Anyway, just because we can’t beat you almost to death doesn’t mean you can’t be punished in different ways. Now to be a good girl, all you need to do is beg, alright? There will be no more hitting or kicking, though I will have to do a few other things but no harm will come to your body. Now look into the camera and fucking beg like the whore I know you are.” He steps behind me and places his hands on my shoulders.

A whimper leaves my lips as his fingers dig into my shoulders. I’m trembling in his grasp as he fingers briefly loosen their grasp to sneak into the collar of my shirt. A half hearted scream is next to fill the empty room followed by the sound of ripping fabric. My shirt is falling off my shoulders and I can no longer get myself to look at the camera. This man’s unfamiliar hands slide down my shoulders to cup my breasts over the bra giving them a rough squeeze. Tears are streaming down my face as I try to hold in more cries as his rough groping continues. He is leaning down so his chin is right near my ear, “What a good girl.” Those words have never sounded so disgusting.

I never thought I would hate those words but maybe it was just the mouths they were coming from. I can’t stand this short man, everything about him makes my blood boil with hatred. He said he wouldn’t hurt me anymore but why do I feel worse then when he was beating me. A question runs threw my mind as I try and distance myself from all of this.

“Why are you doing this?” I choke out.

He chuckles and whispers in my ear, just loud enough for me to hear, “Because those bastards needed a little encouragement. They didn’t even bat an eye when we told them we had you. Maybe playing with their favorite toy might get a little something. So we figured a little video to show them how wonderful your time here is.”

“You’re lying, get your fucking hands off me! I want to go home! Let me go!” I scream at the top of my lungs.

“Good girl, scream for me.”


Summary: Rick leads Negan into a trap only to have an unexpected turn of events causing things to heat up between them.

Pairing: Negan x Rick Grimes

Word Count: 3337

Warnings: NSFW, strong language, violence, apocalyptic gore, dubcon, domination, angry sex, asphyxiation with a scarf, ass slapping, fingering, anal sex, orgasm denial, Rick being a prick

Tags: @negansmutweek @negans-network @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash

A/N: Written for Ash’s 2K challenge and Negan Smut Week. Somehow all my smutty one shots slowly evolve into dark erotica. Sorry not sorry. Rick had a mind of his own here. Not my fault. Did I actually write this?

Originally posted by hardyness

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Another fic for my SPNPolyBingo card!  This is for the “Case Fic” square, a nice little Sam x Dean x Donna.  Flangst

Summary: The boys go to check up on Donna after she goes on a ghoul hunt.

warnings: ghoul violence, worried brothers, pampering and care after a trauma

word count: ~1850

Dean pulled the Impala into Donna’s driveway, cutting off the engine quickly.  It had been a few days since they’d heard from her, so they’d come straight from another case to check up on her.  

Donna had caught wind of a ghoul in Stillwater, not completely sure what it was at first but after a bit of investigating and few phone calls with the brothers, she’d figured it out.  Last they heard from her, she was going to find the ghoul, having narrowed down the location it was probably hiding.

When neither brother could get ahold of her on her cell phone, they headed to Stillwater for a visit.

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Gotham s3e22 - HeavyDirtySoul

As I watched it, and some random observations here and there.

Previously on Gotham.

We don’t get one because it was like two minutes ago.

As always, long post will be long - monstrously long.  There are likely to be rambling digressions. Gobblepot may appear (although I welcome all shippers and non-shippers alike :)).  There will be naked favouritism and naked not-favouritism.  Broader comments at the end on plotlines and parallels and general direction.

GCPD is deserted as a TV tells us that the city is in lockdown.  Jim is watching while twitchily fighting the virus.  He receives another phone call from Lee.

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We’re Taking You Home

REQUESTED BY ANON: Can I have a request where the reader is the boys baby sister (9-11 years old) and gets kidnapped by demons?

They don’t believe it, they mostly don’t understand. Why would a demon take away such an innocent little girl?
Sam and Dean Winchester has been searching for days for you. You have disappeared three days ago, to be exact. You were gone at the bathroom and your brothers were waiting at the car for you, at nine years old, you are able to go alone.
Though, you never came back.
The boys searched all over the place, but you were nowhere to be found. The only thing they found, was sulfur.
“I don’t understand why they took her” Dean said to Sam “demons usually wants me and you, why don’t they want to trap us?”
“I don’t know, something is weird about this” Sam agreed.
Suddenly, Castiel appears behind the boys sitting at the table of a motel room.
“Cas, you found something?” Dean asked getting up, hope in his voice.
“I found her” he said “I couldn’t enter, it was protected against angels. I will bring you there”.
“Okay” Sam nodded, feeling a little relieved that they know where you are “we’ll just grab some stuff”.
Sam and Dean takes the essential: holly water and rock salt.
Once ready, Castiel teleports them to the location where you are held.
“I will wait for you here” Castiel told the boys.
Sam and Dean nod quickly and run towards the abandoned warehouse. They start looking around the dark dusty place, every corner being inspected.
After about ten minutes, they finally hear a whimper coming from the room they are inside.
Sam goes to a corner of the room, the darkest and the one which has some boxes and different trash.
He takes off a couple of things and sees something that he would never thought and not want to see. It makes him sick to know that this has maybe be going on for three days.
You are there, tied up to your ankles and wrists. You are blindfold and have a tissue in your mouth and the worst of all: you are in a cage.
“Oh, god, (Y/N)?” Sam called out, trying to find the door.
At first, hearing a voice makes you jump, but after you recognize the voice and calm down.
You start crying, just wanting to see your big brother.
“It’s okay, kiddo” Sam said still looking for a lock “Dean is here too, we’ll get you out of here, I promise”.
You nod, but still is scared because you can’t move, see or talk.
“Dean! She’s here!” Sam called out.
Dean joins Sam, and also stays shocked at the view. Though, anger bowels inside him, he always had the job to protect you. And here you are now, tied up in a cage, scared.
“We need to find a lock” Dean said looking around the cage.
“I tried, I can’t see it” Sam said.
You suddenly hear a noise, and you know that one, the door opening and some heavy steps coming towards you.
You shut your eyes tight, trying to think that you are going to to get out of here with your brothers.
“Dean, someone is coming” Sam said.
“Okay, (Y/N), don’t worry, we’ll get you out of there”.
Sam and Dean run away to hide, ready to jump on a demon.
The demon who comes every day to give you your ration and to scare the shit out of you.
You crawl to the back of your cage, hopping that today he will leave you alone.
The demon enters and Sam and Dean attack. Sam pinning him down and Dean killing him with Ruby’s knife.
Dean searches the body and finds the key. He runs back to you and you shake your towards the back of the cage, trying to tell Dean that the lock is in the back.
Dean turns the cage around and unlocks the door. The second he takes you out, Sam unties your wrists, and Dean your hands. The second you are free, you throw yourself in Dean’s arms. He hugs you tight against him, taking off your blindfold and tissue in your mouth.
“It’s okay, little girl, I got you” he whispered in your ear.
Dean takes you in his arms, giving Sam the demon knife. A way to tell him to keep them safe.
“We’re taking you home” Dean said placing a soft kiss on your head.

Green and Blue

Originally posted by risenhunterfallenangel

Pairing: Dean x Cas
Word count: 992

 Cas shifted slightly in his sleep, the arm around his waist tightening for a moment. “Go back to sleep, Cas.” Came the rough voice of Dean. “Too early.” The blonde muttered, burying his face between Cas’s shoulder blades. Cas went to move again, to try to turn to look at Dean, but Dean wasn’t having it. A low growl escaped him, making Cas smile softly to himself. “I swear to God, Cas, if you don’t stop, I will shove you out of the bed.”

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