running warehouse

fahc trevor and alfredo who look pretty much exactly alike

to the point where it genuinely terrifies other gangs, like, imagine you’re in a gunfight in a warehouse and you shoot a guy in the arm and he goes down, spitting expletives and threats

and you turn and run out of the warehouse and get maybe a block away and suddenly the same fucking guy comes around a corner at you, except now there’s no gunshot wound and he’s got fire in his eyes

trevor and alfredo who play this up with unbridled joy. they’ll wear the same outfits. someone will call one of their names and the other will answer. sometimes even the crew gets tripped up.

geoff has to do post-heist headcounts twice, never implicitly sure whether he counted two heads or the same one twice.

there’s a murmur of a rumor on the streets about a guy in the fake ah crew who moves so fast it’s like he’s in two places at once. trevor and alfredo hear about it and grin in unsettling tandem.

Yes Captain (Steve Rogers x Reader One-Shot)

Summary: You sass Captain Steve Rogers, your boyfriend, on a mission and he’s not too happy about it.  You know your favorite punishment awaits you when you get back.

Words: 2,260 (I need to learn to narrow it down!)

Warnings: Smut

A/N: Ok, this is probably not the greatest for two reasons. One, I typed this quickly.  Two, I’ve never wrote full on smut before.  I’m still practicing so I hope to get better in the future.  I hope you enjoy!

You had been working as an Avenger for the past few years now, and you loved every minute of it.  You weren’t a superhero, or a rage monster, or a God, but you were a master assassin and a master hacker.  You were orphaned at age 15, after both your parents were killed in a small plane accident.  Being in foster care wasn’t for you, and you soon ditched that and ran away, but not before learning a few hacking skills from your foster siblings.  You’re parents left you money in their will, but you weren’t allowed to get into that account until you turned 18.  As you became more educated in the hacking world, you were able to hack into the account with ease; and from there, you were able to live off that money.  

One day while searching the deep web, you came across a company that would train you as a master assassin, for the right price.  Seeing as you got bored easily, you decided to give it a go and spent the next four years training with them.  You soon became their best trainee they ever had; you were always a fast learner which made it easy.  You thought you were good enough to stay off the radar, but alas, S.H.E.I.L.D found you, well, more like Nick Fury.  He cornered you on the street one day while you were getting groceries and he gave you an offer you couldn’t refuse.  You usually liked to work alone, but being in a team setting intrigued you and peeked your interest.

Next thing you knew, you were moving into the Avengers Tower and you found yourself a whole new family. You were closest with Clint and Natasha seeing as you three had the most in common with being trained as assassins. Usually you always sparred with one of them, until one day, you were to spar with the Captain himself, Steve Rogers. You had to admit, you did have a crush on him.  I mean seriously, who wouldn’t?  That all American boy next door face and those huge shoulders and arms; arms strong enough to pin you down as he slammed into you.  Okay, yes, those first few months you fantasized about him, a lot.  

One day while on a mission, you had sassed back to him.  You were sarcastic, you couldn’t help it!  Turns out, Steve does not like being sassed to while on a mission as he takes them very seriously.  After the debriefing of the mission, you made your way back to your room where he followed you.  An argument ensued, clothes were ripped off, and that was how you found out Captain America himself loved being dominant in the bedroom.  He loved taking you to the edge, just to pull back in order to punish you for sassing him.  

You were able to keep your relationship purely physical for a little bit, but soon, both of your emotions got caught in the middle.  You had a serious talk about what you both wanted out of it, and it turned out, you both wanted it to be a real relationship.  You were ecstatic for two reasons; one, Steve in public and around others was the sweet, gentle, perfect boyfriend; two, in the bedroom, Steve was dominant and demanding, just the way you loved it.  The two of you did make love every once and awhile, but that was usually reserved for special occasions or when either of you got hurt on a mission.

It was early in the morning as you were putting on your suit and getting ready for a mission; Steve already getting things prepared on the Quinjet.  Your suit was almost identical to Natasha’s, but you had a few more hidden compartments for your knives.  You were great with a gun, but you were perfection with knives; your specialty. Clint and Bucky were the only other ones accompany you and Steve on the mission.  Natasha was supposed to go but ended up getting injured on her last mission and she wasn’t clear for battle yet.  It was a simple mission; go in, hack into the mainframe, get out.  Tony was throwing a party tonight.  You had no idea why, the man was always throwing parties, but you didn’t mind; always willing to let loose after a mission.

A few hours later the four of you were airborne, heading towards your site.  

“Everyone got their earpiece in?” Steve asked with his Captain voice.  The voice you loved.

“Yep” Clint and Bucky said in unison.

“Aye aye el Capitan!” you said with a smirk on your face.  Steve gave you a look which you knew too well.  While he was always professional when he was leading a mission, he couldn’t help but worry because you were his girl.  You always tried to lighten the mood, to get him to smile, but it wasn’t working today.  

“Alright, Bucky and I will clear the outside of guards, and then move in to take out anybody inside.   Y/N, Clint, find the mainframe, get the data we need, and get out.  Are you clear?” Steve asked as everybody nodded.

The Quinjet lands as Steve takes your hand to lead you to the back.  “You be careful in there Y/N.  This should be an easy mission.  In and Out.  Got it?”

Being the sarcastic ass you were, you couldn’t help what came out of your mouth, “That’s what she said.”

Steve let out a frustrated sigh at your words as he tilted his head back.  “Really Y/N?”

“I’m sorry!  I couldn’t help it!  You walked right into that one!!” you giggle as you stand on your tip toes to give him a kiss, his lips perfectly melting into yours.  “I’ll behave, I promise.”

“You better”, he says as he grips your ass, “or there will be punishments involved.”  He gives you one more swift kiss before he joins Bucky up front, then rush outside.  

After a few moments you heard Steve over your comms, “First and second floors clear.  Clint, Y/N, go straight ahead to the stairs when you come in.”

“Our turn” Clint said as he gripped his bow.

The two of you came barreling out of the Quinjet, running straight inside the warehouse and up the stairs.  Quickly scanning the rooms of the long hallway, you finally reached your destination. Just as you were about to kick open the door to the mainframe, you heard footsteps nearing you and soon enough, there were a half dozen guards.  

“Go, I got this” Clint said as he raised his bow.

You kicked open the door, gun aimed in front as you surveyed the room.  No guards.  “Mainframe is clear.  Clint’s outside the door taking care of guards.  This doesn’t look difficult so I should be-ungf” you cut off as one guard shoved you into the desk.  He used one arm to pin your arms behind your back as his other smashed your head into the tablet. “Mother fucker!” you yelled.

“Y/N what’s going on?” you heard Steve over your comms, concern lacing his voice.

The more you tried to wiggle out of his grasp, the harder he gripped your arms and slammed your head into the desk.  You could taste the blood from your lip busting open as your cheek throbbed in pain.

“Agent Y/L/N!!” Steve said with more authority, “What’s happening!  Are you okay?  Barton, can you get to Y/N?”

“A little tied up at the moment Cap” Clint stated as he will still fighting off the guards outside the door.

“I’m FINE!” you snap back, finally finding your voice.  In that moment, you were able to finally able to get into a position to fight back.  You kicked your leg back and shattered the guards kneecap as he fell with a thud.  Turning around, you threw a small circular Taser at him; he convulsed and then passed out.  You plugged in your USB and got to work.  

You heard shuffling right outside the door before it burst open.  Turning your head, you saw three worried men staring at you.  “Hello boys” you say coyly, “just about finished.”

Once you were finished, the four of you rushed to the Quinjet and took off, heading straight back to the Avengers Tower to get ready for the party.  Steve wouldn’t even look at you and you know you pissed him off. You had been sarcastic, sassed back, and got yourself injured.  That was the one thing Steve hated about missions with you.  Even if the injuries were miniscule, it always put him in a sour mood.  

There wouldn’t be time for debriefing tonight because of the party; that would have to wait until the morning.  You made your way to your room; Steve nowhere in sight.  You stripped off your suit and headed into your shower, washing the grime away.  You winced as the water hit your face; your cheek already bruising and your lip slightly swollen from it being cut open.  You heard your bathroom door slam and you knew it was Steve immediately. He opened your shower door and he stood there naked, naked and perfect.  You saw Steve naked too many times to count, but he always took your breath away.  

He backed you up against the wall as he took your wrists and raised them above your head, pinning you there. His eyes were full of lust, and his breathing was deep.  He looked like a wild animal; about to devour you.

“Do you know why I’m angry?” he asked as his eyes bore into yours.

Your eyes closed as you let out a soft sigh.  “Because I sassed you sir.”

“Good girl” he growled before his lips were on your neck; sucking and biting your milky skin.  You let out a moan, cherishing the way his lips felt.  He bit down a bit harshly and you noisily cried out.  He grabbed under your thighs to lift you up and you readily wrapped your legs around him as you needed to put pressure on your aching clit.  He walked out of your shower, lips still attached to your neck as he made his way to your bedroom; you a moaning mess in his arms.  His lips found the trail to yours and he kissed you gently, not to disturb your cut lip.

“I love you” he whispered to you quietly, “but you were naughty today” he said as he dropped you to the bed.  You peered up at him through your long lashes as you licked your lips; knowing what would happen next.  “You know what happens when you sass me, don’t you” Steve rasped out.

“Yes Captain” you purred.

Steve sunk to his knees as he lifted your legs over his shoulders.  You leaned up on your elbows to keep your eyes on him.  He spread your lips, and a smile appeared on his face, loving the way your pussy glistened with your wetness.  His tongue darted out to wet his lips before he flicked his tongue over your sensitive nub.  

“Fuuuuuck Captain!” you screeched out as your legs tightened around his head.  He moved his hands to grip your thighs, holding you still as you wiggled around.  His tongue swirled around your clit mercilessly, leaving you right on the edge.

“Fuck Captain…don’t st-stop. Right there sir!” you breathily cooed. As you said that, he removed his tongue. “You don’t get to come until I let you”.

You throw your head back to the bed with a groan as his tongue started at your clit again.  He entered a finger inside you this time, crooking it just the way you liked it.  The profanities left your lips as your walls started tightening around his finger. Steve noticed and pulled back yet again.

“Please Captain” you whimpered out.  “I’ll-I’ll be good next mission” you begged.

You heard a low chuckle from him as he inserted two fingers, hitting your sweet spot instantly.  He attached his mouth over your pearl one last time and you were a withering mess in seconds; Steve finally letting you cum. Your orgasm rippled through your body as Steve kept his fingers inside you, coaxing you down from your high.  When you were finally sated, he removed his fingers and flipped you over so you were bent over the bed.  

Steve slapped your ass once before moving to your ear.  “Hang on tight baby girl, this will be quick” he rasped out as he sunk into you from behind; both of you moaning together.  He gave you a minute to adjust to his size before he started thrusting deep inside of you.  The only noise in the room was the skin on skin from him pounding into you and your loud moans.  You felt his strokes become sloppy as his hand reached to massage your already sensitive bud.  Both of you came together as you simultaneously cried out; his hot seed spurting inside you.

You laid there, bent over the bed as he slowly left you.  Steve went to the bathroom to get a washcloth and came back to clean you up.  The two of you got dressed in a hurry, already late for the party.  Before opening the door Steve leaned down to give you a tender kiss on your lips.  “I love you” he said in a soft gentle voice.

“I love you too Steve” you smiled up at him.

He opened the door for you, and the two of you walked down the hallway towards the party, hand in hand.

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Drabble 1- Bucky Barnes

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Part: 1/?
Warnings: None
Summary: Bucky comes home from a mission with a surprise. 
A/N: This is the first part in a series based each part will be a different character and we’re starting off with Bucky. Please come let me know what you think!
Word count : 942

It felt like time was dropping grain by grain into the hour glass as you sat on the sofa waiting. You glanced once more at the clock and you swore it was mocking you. He was due an hour ago and he still wasn’t here. You let out a shaky breath and silently prayed nothing had happened to him. Just as you reached for your phone you heard the key slip into the door, a soft metal on metal sound could be heard as he turned it and opened the door. 

You stayed still, not wanting to overwhelm him in case it was been a really bad mission. His boots made heavy sounds against the wooden floors of your house as he made his way towards you with slow steps. The steps paused and a dull thud sounded as he dropped his duffel, you almost missed the soft sigh out of his mouth. Your heart raced as he appeared in the entrance, battle weary. 

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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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@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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He’s Got Your Heart

Requests are open!

So this is my first Harry Hook fanfiction but certainly not my last. Check out all my other descendants oneshots here x

Harry Hook x Reader

Word Count: 5429

You’re the daughter of the Queen of Hearts. Your mother was always obsessed with what you looked like and forced you to get into makeup from a young age. She doesn’t accept anything less than perfect. You were taught to be sly and cunning from day one and are now a self-proclaimed master card counter and poker player. You’ve always been a fan of card games and soon after got into gambling, earning yourself lots of money but lots of enemies along the way as well.

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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.

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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Bering & Wells: Split Screen #50

rainbowninicono  asked:

May i have a svenario of izuku,bakugou and todorok getting injured in the leg during a villain attack so their s/o has to carry them back and they get teased for it (im sorry if this is too much >_<

okay so I lied to my mom and said I had math homework that I needed my laptop for just to write this request because it’s so damn cute!!!! and in other news I’ll probably have my laptop back for good sometime in the next few days so I can finish all the other requests I haven’t gotten to. Thank you for being so patient with me ^.^

Izuku hadn’t expected your garden variety back alley criminal to have such a good handle on their quirk. He tried not to underestimate his opponents but the girl had put on such a convincing act, crying and saying she had just been attacked, that he’d just never seen it coming when claws extended from her fingers. She slashed at his Achilles’ tendon, ripping it and effectively immobilizing the boy. He’d gotten himself together in record time, landing quick blows to disorient her until-


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Title: Protected
Character: Danny Rand
A/n: Thanks to the lovely user who sent this request in, I had to rewatch a couple episodes because my mind was running a total blank when it came the Hand.

Danny watched carefully as Madame Gao continued to walk towards him, it was silent in the room, save for the sound of his breathing and the clack of her wooden cane against the stone floor. Danny eyed her carefully, not knowing what she was planning.

He had withdrawn from the challenge, but part of him wanted to hear what she had to say. Madame Gao knew about K'un-Lun and about his father.

“I am amused by the way your mind works, Danny Rand,” Her voice commanded the room,echoing off the walls. “You’re different from the others at the monastery, you’re feelings compromise your actions and cloud your thoughts.”

Danny scoffed, grabbing onto Sabina’s arm and guiding her to the exit.

“That simple fact alone will prove to be very useful.”

Danny stopped his movements, gently pushing Vanessa closer to the door before turning back to Madame Gao. “What do you mean.”

There was a flash of a smile and glint to her eyes that made an unsettling feeling grow at the pit of Danny’s stomach.

“I could be wrong,” She twirled the end of her cane around her hand. “But some of my informants tell me your close to the Meachum siblings, no?”

“Ward and Joy have 24 hour surveillance and are the owners of a multi-billion company. You’ll have a lot of trouble on your hands if you try to take either of them.”

“Oh, of course,” Madame Gao took another step, a mere foot away from Danny as she looked at him with piercing eyes. “But I dont think we say the same about the third Meachum child, can we?”

Danny’s face dropped, his fists clenched together so tight the Iron Fist might have been activated again had the sudden rise in his anger not blocked it. “How do you know about her?”

“Such a sweet girl,” Madame Gao said, evidently amused by the reaction she got out of him. “So kind and humble, it would be a real shame if she were found dead.”

“Touch her and I will end you.” Danny growled,

Madame Gao simply laughed, an unpleasant noise that had a menacing tone to it. “Your threats do very little, Danny Rand,” She turned around and began walking away. “Especially if we already got to her.”

Danny’s mind went blank and all he saw was red as he lunged at Madame Gao, who easily predicted his moments, he barely touched her before he was sent hurling back into the wall and crashing to the ground.

“Have a good evening.”

Danny looked up and she was gone, but the alarms going off in his head and every instinct in his body to get to you as fast as he possibly could.

He scrambled to his feet, latching onto Sabina’s wrist as the two of them sprinted to the exit of the warehouse. They made it to the well before she released his hold on her.

“Go find your friend,” Sabina said, giving him a concerned look. “If she’s in danger you must find her, those people are vicious.”

Danny tried to calm his breathing. “What about you?”

“I can find my way from here, my father needs me and your friend needs you,” She started to walk away from him. “Find her.”

That was all Danny needed to hear before he broke off into a run out of the warehouse.

When Danny finally reached your house he didn’t waste any time to frantically knock on the door. Letting out a frustrated cry when there wasn’t an answer after a minute or two of waiting, he pounded on the door and called out to you before he stepped back and observed the layout of your house.

He quickly looked for anyone passing by before noticing one of your windows opened on the top floor, he maneuvered himself on the wall before reaching the inside, shutting the window behind him and quickly going in search of you.

Danny looked in all the top rooms and had to strongly resist the urge to completely tear the entire place apart until he found you.

He paused in the living room, his breathing and heartrate borderline fanatic when he realized you weren’t in the house. His hands found there way to his hear as he tugged on his hair as his vision became blurry.

This was all his fault.

He should have been there to protect you and know you were in serious danger.

Danny’s eyes snapped shut at the thought of you possibly being dead somewhere in the city, he sunk to his knees and started to silently sob.

In his anguish, he didn’t hear the front door open or the footsteps that came to the living room.


His head shot up, seeing you looking at him with furrowed brows and concerned gaze as he was still on the floor, hands slowly falling from his hair as he stared at you.

“Danny, did something happen?” You took a step towards him but you didn’t make it any further as Danny ran towards you, crushing you with an impossibility tight hug.

He had even lifted you off the ground, trying to hold you as close as he humanly could, causing your keys to drop to the carpet as you had to quickly grab onto him for some kind of support as you let out an “Oof.”

“(Y/n)!” Danny cried out. “My (Y/n).” He voice broke off into a muffled mess as he nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck.

You looked down at him and couldn’t help but be confused. He was still holding onto you and it was the most distressed you ever seen him.

“You’re alive.” Danny said once he set you back on the ground, arms only leaving your waist so his hands could cradle either side of your face.

“You really have to explain what’s going on-”

Your concerns were silenced as his lips captured yours in an overwhelmingly urgent kiss, knowing you would have lost your balance had it not been dor Danny’s tight hold on you

You felt Danny sigh as he continued to give you kiss after kiss, his lips left yours so he could plant smaller ones all over your face and jaw as he whispered “I’m sorry” repeatedly.

“You really should explain.” You managed to break out in segments as Danny kissed you between each word before resting his forehead on top of yours.

“I thought you were dead,” He admitted, his warm breath hitting your skin and making it tingle pleasantly. “Madame Gao got into my head and made me think the Hand got to you. And when I came here to look for you, you weren’t here and I thought I had lost you.”

You wrapped him around in a hug, now understanding why he was panicking. “I’m so sorry, I was working late at the bookstore.”

Danny’s eyes met yours and he gave you one small kiss in the middle of your forehead. “We have to get you out of here,” He said, grabbing onto your hand. “They know about you and I can’t let you stay here anymore.”

“Danny, I don’t think-”

“(Y/n), please just this once, don’t argue with me,” His gaze desperately pleading with yours. “Please let me take you with me so I know you’re safe. You can stay at my place so I can protect you.”

You placed your hands on his jaw and leaned his head down so you could give him a small, but reassuring peck. “Alright, whatever makes you feel better.”

Danny grabbed onto your hands and gave them a lingering kiss. “Thank you.”

I’ve worked at my current job for a little over 5 years.  I was hired as a graphic designer, but this job is an unholy mix of graphic design and retail bullshit. When I started, I was promised better pay past my probationary period, but it never came.  I started at $10 an hour, and after 5 years am only making $12.50 an hour.  Did I mention I have a fucking post grad degree in Graphic and Brand Design?

Since my bosses are too lazy to hire the necessary number of customer service reps, I’m forced to do customer service and I absolutely hate it.  Our customers are nasty, abusive, and willfully helpless in any INSTANCE where they could find the answers to their questions or figure something out themselves. Over the past 5 years, I have endured copious amounts of abuse from their customers, from my employer.  I am clinically diagnosed with OCD, ADHD and Major Depression – my immediate supervisor thinks mental illness is a myth and brushes off ANY conversations I’ve tried to have with him about this work environment affecting my mental health.  I’ve attempted suicided twice while working this job.

I’ve done all of their graphic design work, run their printers, trained their new hires (not that they can hold onto good employees worth a damn); gone above and beyond to do everything my job asks and more.  Then last year they bought another design business and merged with them, not laying off or firing any of their employees (all of whom, I’m aware, make more than I do).  All of my graphic design duties have slowly been taken away from me over the course of the past year and given to team from the business they bought.  Without explanation, without reason. Instead, I’ve been tasked with running their warehouse, babysitting their problem employees and other shit I never expressed so much as the slightest interest in.

Any time I’ve attempted to express that I’m unhappy with this, my boss deflects or derails the conversation so it can’t be discussed.

I’ve applied to hundreds of postings since the beginning of the year, been to numerous interviews, had countless phone screens – yet I always get screened out by someone more qualified.  This is not to say I haven’t been doing my research – I forked up the money for professional career counseling, including resume rewrites and mock interview training.  I show up to every interview with a printed copy of the job description and a list of questions tailored for the job.  Yet, I get screened out.

The only plausible explanation is my portfolio, which looks like shit because I haven’t done anything worthwhile in over a fucking year because of this job.  Freelancing isn’t an option to fix, because I have no time outside of this job and the long commute to and from it.  And I can’t just walk out because my private student loans do not offer unemployment deferment, and I have next to nothing in savings.

I’m absolutely fucked.  My bosses wanted to destroy my career and they succeeded.

TL;DR – Went to college to get a degree and training to escape shitty, toxic retail.  Bosses at one of my first jobs hired me and successfully destroyed my career to ensure that shitty, toxic retail is the only place I will ever work.

Back to the Future: Part 9

Pairing: Castiel x reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: pregnancy, angst, injured/bloody castiel, another cliffhanger bc I’m a bitch 

Back to the Future Masterlist

Originally posted by thewincheters

As soon as you and the Winchesters got back to the bunker, you began formulating a plan to save your Angel.

To say you were conflicted was an understatement. You wanted to save Castiel more than anything, and you wanted to do it yourself. You wanted to show him that he could count on you, that you would always be there to protect him just as he was always there to protect you. But you also had to protect your daughter. She became your world as soon as you first heard her heartbeat, and as of right now, you were the only one that could keep her safe from harm. Your daughter had to come first.

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Some Confusion

Originally posted by marvelgifs

Peter Parker x Reader

Request: Can I please have a Peter parker imagine where the reader and him have been friends for a few years now and they’re both in love with each other but don’t know it? So she thinks he’s with Liz Allan and he thinks she doesn’t like him back. But then she finds out he’s Spider-Man because someone took her as hostage and they end up together and like they’re still together a few years later in college and then it’s smut where it’s her first time and it’s cute and fluffy? Sorry if this was unclear😝

Word Count: 1444

Warning: Implied smut?

The air was crisp, sun was shining bright but she couldn’t wait to get home. She loved the fall weather but it wasn’t quite enjoyable when she felt down. Her best friend, Peter Parker, had begun to ignore her but he seemed to never ignore Ned. They both had started to whisper around her, never telling her what was going on.

Y/n was close to her apartment building when her phone started to ring causing her to stop in the middle of the sidewalk. Pulling out her phone from her back pocket, she let out a small sigh when she saw Peter’s name flash on the screen. Answering the call she brought the phone up to her ear and spoke into it, “Hey, Pete. What’s up?”

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Bering & Wells: Split Screen #53

It’s Okay to Not Be Okay

Long Lost Sister Series Summary- Sam and Dean meet their sister, Adam’s twin, on a hunt and things don’t go all that smoothly at first. The series follows the brothers as they struggle to connect with their new sister and the trials of being a Winchester.

Disclaimer- I don’t own the Supernatural universe or the images/gifs used, they were found on Google.

Long Lost Sister Masterlist 


By the time the boys found Y/n she was covered in ghoul blood and standing above two lifeless bodies.

“Looks like our work here is done,” Dean rubbed his hands together. “Good job.”

“Thanks,” the corner of Y/n’s mouth turned up and Sam wished he could read her expression better. “Let’s clean up and get the hell out of this town.”

“Kevin. Kevin, open up. KEVIN!” Dean shouted, pounding on the metal door again. The door swung open to reveal a tired and exhausted Kevin. He held a cast iron skillet high and looked ready to attack. “Whoa, whoa! Geez. What’s going on? What’s with the S.O.S?”

Kevin stepped back, allowing the three siblings to step past him into the room. “It’s him.”

“It’s who?” Sam asked, confusion clouding the siblings faces.


“What about him?” Dean turned to face the prophet.

“He’s in my head.”

“He’s…” Y/n looked at her brothers,“in your head?”

Kevin nodded pointing to his head, “Do you know what that means?”

“Yeah, it means we need to up your anxiety meds.” Dean shook his head. “Kevin, you’re dreaming. Look, if Crowley knew where you were, he’d do a hell of a lot more than mess with your head.”

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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.”

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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