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'' Masterlist ''

\\ ''THE WALKING DEAD'' //

''RICK GRIMES''

TWO'S COMPANY, THREE'S A CROWD (1/2)

TWO'S COMPANY, THREE'S A CROWD (2/2)

''SHANE WALSH''

TWO'S COMPANY, THREE'S A CROWD (1/2)

TWO'S COMPANY, THREE'S A CROWD (2/2)

''DARYL DIXON'' TBA..

''GLENN RHEE'' TBA..

''CARL GRIMES'' HOME ALONE (1/1)

''MICHONNE HAWTHORNE'' TBA..

''MAGGIE GREENE''

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''CAROL PELETIER''

TWO DRIFTERS (1/1) ''NEGAN SMITH'' TBA..

\\ ''THE VAMPIRE DIARIES ( & ORIGINALS)'' //

''ELENA GILBERT''

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''JEREMY GILBERT''

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''STEFAN SALVATORE''

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''DAMON SALVATORE''

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''BONNIE BENNETT''

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"CAROLINE FORBES''

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''TYLER LOCKWOOD''

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''HAYLEY MARSHALL''

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''MATT DONOVAN''

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''KATHERINE PIERCE''

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''KLAUS MIKAELSON''

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''ELIJAH MIKAELSON''

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''REBEKAH MIKAELSON''

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''KOL MIKAELSON''

BLOODY MARY (1/1)

''FINN MIKAELSON''

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\\ ''DEXTER'' //

''DEXTER MORGAN'' ENIGMA (1/3) ''DEBRA MORGAN'' TBA.. ''JAMES DOAKES'' TBA.. ''BRIAN MOSER'' TBA..

\\ ''SUPERNATURAL'' //

''DEAN WINCHESTER''

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''SAM WINCHESTER''

PRANK CALL (1/1)

\\ ''STRANGER THINGS'' //

''STEVE HARRINGTON''

DEAD BATTERY (1/1)

''ROBIN BUCKLEY''

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''JOYCE BYERS''

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''JOHNATHAN BYERS''

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''JIM HOPPER''

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''NANCY WHEELER''

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''EDDIE MUNSON''

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\\ OTHER FANDOMS COMING AT ANOTHER TIME //

#Masterlist #TWD #X reader #TVD #reader insert #dexter #28gaugeshotgunshells #supernatural #requests open #reqs open #send reqs #stranger things

Why on EARTH are we still writing and supporting wilbur soot?? That man is a proven abuser

I 100% agree with you, I did not write him seriously or genuinely romantically at all. I was making fun of him in the fanfiction I wrote.. I do not support wilbur poop that guy is a fucking creep. For extra explanation here, I always make my fanfiction look serious and then it devolves into shit like this "YOU STOMP INTO YOUR APARTMENT AND ITS TRASHED.. WHAT THE FUCK!! WHO TURNT OVER ALL OF YOUR SHIT!! YOUR COUCH IS BROKEN, FRIDGE EMPTY BUT SPLATTERED WITH FOOD AND.. THERES POOP AND BROKEN TOOILET BITS AND SHIT EVERYWHERE."

#I do not like wilbur poop

its gonna be my birthday in a little bit and i would really like to request a birthday fic..... I was thinking you could do one about joe goldberg who is super obsessed with you and inlove with you and want you and when hes breaking into your apartment to get your underwear while youre out cus you work a shitty office job he runs into wilbur soot who is also super yandere for you and they get mad and fight eachother for you and steal all your underwear.. and then you come back to a trashed apartment with no underwear and youre like wtf!! so that night you go out on a date with wilbur and youre venting about how you think a homeless man came in and youre like wtf!! all mad and after that you tell wilbur you have to go home but then you find joe outside your apartment but its all romantic even though he was about to break in but you dont know that but then. when you go inside and joe leaves you get knocked out to wake up and be kidnapped by my oc ren (do what you want w that) and then joe and wilbur and ren all fight eachother for you cus joe tracks your phone location and they find you and they all fight for you and you get to pick what happens ( who lives 👀👀) also my oc ren is super avoidant so make sure you put that in the fic and also reader is an alcoholic and reader loves ren and make joe or wilbur (or both) be mad about ren but then readers like "no stop you guys dont know him like i do"

I forgot to write the fic in here! so sorry, but here it is! Trilateral Conflict

#x reader #joe goldberg #female reader #wilbur soot #mcyt #reader insert #oc #ren #birthday #yandere #dark content

Trilateral Conflict

Joe Goldberg x F!Reader x Y! Wilbur Soot x Y! Anon’s OC (Ren)

Word Count: 4k

Disclaimers: Toxic behavior, stalking, break ins

Synopsis: It’s your birthday, you thought you weren’t getting anything. Three unwanted someones prove you wrong.

Birthdays, a yearly commemoration thrown together because everyone gets older.

Well, they weren’t always a commemoration.. or thrown together for that matter. Yours certainly wasn’t going to be, not this year at least. Far away from home, with little to no free-schedule friends around, you were looking at one dreary birthday.

A sudden chime from your phone has you reaching over to check it, with a simple press of the power button the digital screen flickers to life. What greets you is an unexpected message. Joe: Happy Birthday! 🎂 read 6:13 am

This message was from your.. next door neighbor, you believed. The one straight across from yourself. Huh. The both of you had interacted from time to time, first when you moved in and he helped you with a few boxes and then of course when some crazy asshole had slashed your tires and he aided you in replacing them. That was the instance you’d given him your number too..

Anyhow, you two didn’t talk a lot, so it felt a little odd for him to remember such a specific detail about you. You can’t even recall when you must’ve told him. Weird. Not that you were ungrateful though! It was nice to get some acknowledgement on this day of ‘yours’. With a quick few presses on the screen, you shoot back a short yet grateful response. He was a nice guy.

Thank you, Joe! delivered

With that, you shoved your phone right into your purse, and then finished up with some morning flossing. You did have your shitty office job to attend after all.

#x reader #joe goldberg #wilbur soot #birthday #ren #female reader #yandere #x you #mcyt #dark content #dylan lennivy #the quarry #fanfiction #fartquen12 #happy birthday buddy #Youtube

Item: The Wishlist Rarity: ⏶ Common

How many video games are in your backlog right now?

Feed your dashboard by answering my question, blogger.

probably 1 aka poop simulator

#mysterious cat #tumblr #um #idk #poop #no poop kink though #please no poop kink

Sweet Sweet Temptation

Kent x Sam’s Girlfriend! Reader

Word Count: 2.8k Disclaimers: Porn with little plot, p in v (unprotected sex), doggy style, anal, spanking, cheating (sorry Sam and Jodi ☹️), general nastiness, some drama, Sam’s moved in with reader before marriage Synopsis: You didn’t realize Sam’s dad would be this hot, and happen to show severe lack of judgment by setting out to get to know him better.

Meeting your boyfriend’s dad who’d just returned from war was a little nerve-wracking to say the least. If he was half as nice as Jodi was, you knew you’d probably be fine. Even so, no one wanted to make a bad impression on their partner's family.

“He’s gonna like you, just like mom does, I promise babe.” Sam murmured into the hair just above your ear, arm wrapped clumsily tight around you as he made boyish assurances. It was sweet, but did little for the uncomfortable churning of your stomach. Though when the both of you actually set foot in his folks humble abode, a new reason to be nervous rapidly arises. Holy fuck your boyfriend had a hot dad.

You must’ve looked real comical in that moment, eyes going all wide with surprise not unlike some old cartoon character. This man had the build of a greek-god, a chiseled jaw, defined cheek bones. His hair was spiky yet probably as soft as Sam’s, if not softer, he was the blue print after all. It’s only when Jodi speaks up that you finally realize yourself, “(Name), I’m so glad you could make it! It’s wonderful to have you a part of this reunion with us.” right shit, now was not the time to be gawking at your boyfriend’s dad. Jodi was smiling at you so sweetly, it was impossible not to give her a kind one back. Now you felt a bit awful about that gaffe of yours, he had a good wife, no one needed to be lusting over him. Your eyes flit back over to his form as he cleared his throat. No matter how delectable he may have looked.. “Um,” The broad-shouldered man didn’t quite meet your gaze, probably wasn’t much of a people person. “Hello there. Name’s Kent, I just got home last night.” “It’s nice to meet you Kent.” you replied, his name rolling nicely off your tongue. “Same to you.” His deep voice rumbled before pausing momentarily, now he seemed to actually take you in, eyes running over you but never lingering too long. Maybe you were a little delusional, but his gaze seemed to be laced with a certain intensity that most definitely shouldn’t have been there for your circumstances. “Glad to see that my son has ended up with a nice girl, welcome to the family.” Ohh, you had a bad feeling about this one. It’d been a few months now since you’d met Kent, and disappointingly enough there’d never been much cause for you to interact with him. But oh boy did you want to. He was hot, brooding, your boyfriend's father yes but your curiosity was piqued, attention grabbed like a great deal on black friday. You couldn’t shake this from your head. So when Sam mentioned needing to grab some stuff from his parents place, you were more than happy to accompany him. With cookies of course, because who didn’t love those? You had to make hay while the sun was shining.

Chocolate chip it is then. Time flies by as it often does, and soon enough you find yourself back at Jodi and Kent’s house. Unfortunately, it appears to be empty aside from a very excited to see that you-have-a-cookie-box-in-your-hands Vincent. The young boy rushes up to you almost immediately. “Woah! (Name) that smells yummy!” Despite your disappointment, you still give the boy a friendly greeting. “Yeah? Would you like one?” At Vincent’s vigorous nodding you crack open the lid and let him pick one out, “There you go bud-” You’re interrupted all too soon by Sam’s arm sliding over your shoulder and picking one out for himself as well. Your boyfriend unceremoniously shoves the first cookie into his mouth, not even finished chewing on it when he’s reaching for another. “Mm, babe these are great! Thanks!” You let him take that second cookie, but snap the lid shut after. There’d be no point in this if there wasn’t at least one left for Kent. You’d get it to the older man.. Somehow. Luckily Sam didn’t seem to mind his cut off access, and instead sauntered happily into his room. “He got crumbs all over the floor!” Vincent points out, his own cookie having a few tiny neat bites off it. It was a bit hard to believe that a child could be neater than your boyfriend.. Oh well. “Yes.. he did, I’ll vacuum it up for him. It’s okay.” You brush off Vincent’s concerns, fighting off the sigh that oh so desperately wanted to escape from you. “Hey.. wait a minute, Vincent. Um, do you know where your parents went?” “Huh? Oh, mom went to the store!” “And your dad went with her?” You inquire further, even despite knowing the answer would be a yes. “Nop-” Vincent’s squeaky voice is suddenly cut off by a much deeper one. “I’m watching Vincent.” Kent’s form is now abundantly clear in the corner of your eye, his silhouette in the doorway able to give you chills you’d never even dreamed about. “Ah- oh.. G-Good to know.” You bit down on your lip, hard. All the blood in your body seemed to be rushing to your face like that. You really needed to get a hold on yourself, or your knees at least. Though maybe keeling over in front of him wouldn’t be so awful if he caught you with those thick- “Hehe! (Name) you look kinda funny!” The young redheaded boy’s voice drags you right back into reality. A painfully awkward laugh leaves you now, and you hope to god Kent doesn’t think you’re weird for staring. “Oops, sorry, it’s a bit chilly in here, guess it’s throwing me off!” Vincent seems to lose interest in the conversation now, shrugging at your words before taking off to see what Sam’s messing with in his room like a true younger brother. This left just you and Kent, no more thanks could’ve been given to Yoba. The atmosphere was a bit awkward, but you were sure you could get around that. Your eyes went back up to Kent, not to ogle but rather to look at him, really look. He met your gaze, something in it almost hesitant. Like he was internally debating something, like maybe you weren’t the only one struggling with some attraction here. You took a step closer to the man, the cookie box still held firmly between your fingers. “Would you like a cookie?” The offer was innocent enough, but his shoulders appeared to tense up at the sound of your voice. “Alright.” He gave a gruff clipped affirmative, and you lifted the lid back open. He took a cookie. “.. You made this?” Kent asks while inspecting the treat, he was stiff about it for sure, but he seemed to want to talk to you. “Yeah, I did.” You reply, watching him raise the cookie to his soft lips and take a small bite. “Sam said you liked chocolate chip.”

Kent seemed to pause, to consider your question perhaps? Did he like chocolate chip cookies? You never did end up getting an answer about that. “This one is good.” Your interaction with him didn’t get any more noteworthy after that point, you just made some stupid small talk and he replied with short little tidbits of his own, mentioning not knowing what to do with himself now that he was back in town. He liked structure. You felt a little bad for him. It didn’t take long for Sam to come out of his room with a loaded bag in hand, saying he was all done packing. Leaving the house then was a little dispiriting, Yoba knows when you’d get to interact with Kent alone again. Oh well, you knew it wouldn’t have gone anywhere anyway. Unless, well, it did. Which is why you’d ‘accidentally’ left your cookie tin there. If that glint in Kent’s eyes was indeed just your imagination, Jodi would probably return it. But if it wasn’t? Then maybe you’d be seeing some more of Kent. Which you did, very late in the evening. You couldn’t say you were surprised either, figuring it’d be more his style, on a day where Sam was very much in Zuzu city doing a music gig. “Kent, what are you doing here?” You feign surprise. Just as planned, he held the cookie tin in those large veiny hands of his. “Sorry, it’s late. You left this back at the house the other day.” “You went out of your way to bring it back here? Thank you, hey, step inside for a moment. I have to make this worth your while somehow, do you maybe want some coffee?” So now here he was, seated at your dining table. He hadn’t wanted coffee, so you’d just slid over some water. He was almost adorable sitting there, so rough looking yet polite. It really made you want to jump his bones. “Are you feeling tense at all?” You ask him, hands pressed flat against the table as you lean on it. “Your shoulders look a little tense.” “M’fine.” Kent replies in that usually low tone of his. “You know I took massage classes back in the city, I think I could help you some.” It’s a bald faced lie, but perfect for getting your hands on him. Just a little. “.. You did?” This notion seems to make him even more rigid, you could tell he was tempted, fighting the urges. You probably should’ve felt like that too, alas you were much too attracted to this man to be normal. “Yeah, here.” You step closer now, placing your hands on his shoulders and digging your fingers downwards and in. “OOHHH OHHHYAA!” Kent lets out a loud moan. YOU IMMEDIATELY START LAUGHING BECAUSE WHY WAS BRO MOANING LIKE THAT WHAT THE FUCK!! “DA AH AHAH CRINGE BUDDY THATS CRINGE!!” YOU POINT A FINGER. “What.. im not cringe..” kent lowkey gets sad and you’re like ohh yeah I can’t jsut make fun of men for giving me the ick.. “Um actually its ok buddy aw its ok..” and you KEEP MASSAGING HIS SHIT BUT ALSO YOU LOWKEY DONT KNOW HOW TO FUCKING MASSAGE SO YOU START LIKE HITTING HIM AND TICKLING AND HE STARTS GIGGLIGN AND GOING ‘stoppppaa’

#Kent x reader #female reader #fem reader #stardew valley #smut #older man crush

Prank Call

Sam Winchester x GN! Reader

Word Count: 2.7k Synopsis: Prank calling that weird number in your friend’s phonebook leaves you with more than you bargained for. Disclaimers: Reader is just like an average joe, go into this one expecting the earlier season monster of the week vibes lol

“You sure you’re feeling.. alright?” A gentle voice queries from across the diner table. No matter what the answer had really been, typically you would’ve given the text book “just fine.” response. But lately, nothing had been typical. So you give this stranger the truth. “Not.. quite.” The words end up crumbling out of you, there’s a strange mix of relief and dread now that they’re off your chest. You didn’t have to put on a fake smile for this guy; Sam, you think he said. Yet talking to him here, like this, meant that you had to acknowledge the darker things in life. Which were apparently evil spirits who went on killing sprees. “Sorry- I’m spacing. God, this is all just..” “Surreal?” Sam finishes for you, not unkindly.

The phone rings, once and then twice. A few poorly covered snickers accompany the ringing as you and your friends sit round in a wonky circle, all criss cross applesauced not totally unlike school children. The phone rings again, then again, more laughing follows, until finally a staticky voice message begins relaying to you all. “Seriously? Why’s everybody got their phones off? That’s like the seventh straight-to-voicemail of the evening.” The voice of your friend Mandy reverberates with obvious annoyance throughout the living room, a hang up beep following shortly after. “You actually wanted to participate in this humiliation ritual?” Another voice, Susie’s, replies. “It’s only embarrassing for you, the rest of us don’t know, well say,” Mandy leans in and over to the phonebook spread out on Susie’s lap, nonchalantly reading a few names off the list. “Uncle Todd, pop-pop, or Rick from work..” “Anonymity doesn’t make you completely immune to embarrassment.” Susie tries to counter, only to get a playful shrug in return. “Does in my book,” Mandy finishes, eyes still probing the numbers on the phonebook. “So is this really all there is, orrr..” “There’s one more page left.” Susie answers calmly, the words have hardly settled into the atmosphere when the other is already reaching over and flipping to that final page. “Huh, one number.” Mandy murmurs, her expression curious before it melts into something much more amused. “Who the fuck is **** **********?” A laugh follows the end of her words. – `’ – “Sorry,” Sam’s voice comes out as a sudden interruption, though it’s soft enough that you could’ve classified it as a polite interjection. “But you really don’t happen to remember who she called? Any extra information you can give is helpful to our investigation.” There was a short pause before he continued, “The time you called could be helpful too.” “It was around eight,” You clarify, there wouldn’t be much truth beyond that point. You remembered the name clear as day but.. “As far as the name goes.. I am completely blanking. I remember it being a guy's name, though.” You feel your fingers beginning to rap uneasily against the table. Sam seems to notice too. His expression is so unperturbed, reasonable. You can’t tell if he can tell. The silence weighed so heavily. “I’ll be honest, I was a little wasted.” An exaggeration, but a helpful one. You watch with some relief as Sam makes a small, ‘Oh’ noise before giving an understanding nod. He’d been so patient, understanding.. You felt horrible lying like this. “Hopefully um.. Specifics will come back to me during the story.” – `’ – “Uh.. actually.. I don’t know.” Susie murmurs back, her eyes are staring intently at the page as if the answer is written somewhere in there with that odd phone number. (It’s not.) “Well, better find out.” A roguish smile breaks out onto the louder girl’s face as suddenly the phone is flying right at you. “Don’t think we forgot about you! We’re going around in a circle, remember? It’s your turn,”

#sam winchester #supernatural #sam winchester x reader #x you #supernatural x reader #supernatural x you #fanfiction #supernatural fanfic series #x gn reader #gn reader #reader insert #sam winchester imagine #spn imagine #spn

i’ve never seen anything as unfunny as your recent steve “fic” btw

DEAD BATTERY

Word Count: 2.0k

Disclaimers: Set some time after the finale so minor finale spoilers, fluff with Steve and single mom reader. Synopsis: Your engine won’t start after your kid’s baseball practice, but the team’s coach is more than happy to help out.

“C’mon kiddo,” You wearily instructed your son, who waltzed carelessly beside you with his faded bat in tow, into the car. Without a second thought he tossed the big old thing right into the back, it smacked into the side of the door hard enough to make you cringe before clattering on the carpet floor mat below; and after a quiet reprimand of be more careful from you, he hopped in himself and began the rush to buckle in.

You loved the boy with your entire heart, but god was he a handful sometimes. After a long week of scrubbing stains out of new white shirts and conversations about ‘not getting into big tussles during recess’, you were so ready to drive home and relax in the respite of the late hours. All you had to do now was slink nicely into the driver seat, dig those keys out of your purse- “Mom, mom. M’hungry, what’s for dinner?” Your son’s voice rang out much louder than necessary from the back seat.

You were already pulling the keys out as you answered, “Dinner? It’s left over night so-” “Leftovers? You mean the tuna casserole?” The exaggerated disgust in his voice made it very easy to imagine the even more exaggerated groaning expression on his face. Keys now entering ignition.. “Yeah, know you hate that one. Sorry, but we can’t afford to waste the food.” Turn, and.. Nothing. Your brows found themselves quickly furrowing whilst a vexed sigh escaped from you, the hell was up with the car? Again you tried turning the keys, only to be met with absolute radio silence, or in this case, engine silence. Fuck, was what you silently mouthed to yourself as you a flurry of internal what the hell am I going to do’s entered your mind. The air only held the usual scent of your car, with its slight mustiness, no gassy smells or smoke. That was probably good. Or something. You slumped back in your seat, dead battery maybe? Nearest car shop was god knows where, your place was at least a forty or fifty minute walk away, and the sun was setting sooner than not. This was just what you needed right now. Knock knock You couldn’t say the sight that would greet you upon looking up and out your window just then was expected. The baseball coach? You’d spoken here and there, were friendly acquaintances at best. The sight of your son’s cap in his hands quickly cleared any sudden appearance confusion up however. “Look, mom, it’s coach!” Your son chimed in from the background, announcing this fact as if you’d not been very clearly looking directly at the other man for a hot minute now. “Yes- yes, it is.” Your voice came out tired, flustered. Your hand extended to push your car door open, in wake of the new exit you stepped back out. “He forgot his cap again I see, I’m sorry about that, Mr. Harrington.” “Ah, hey, no problem at all.” The coach replied to you as he sent a more genuine smile back, the bit of flush in his face made you wonder if he’d raced all the way out here to get this back to you. “The lost and found here is really unreliable,” he laughed, giving a small excuse for his extra care. You nod at him, eyes catching onto his face, the way his lips curl into a smile so nicely or the unfairly pretty hair that rested just above his even prettier brown eyes. He was hot, honestly. God, why were you just now noticing this? And why was it now when you were meant to be brainstorming the fastest route home? “.. You alright?” The taller man inquired suddenly, ah.. you’d forgotten to keep up the fake smiling while swept up in your worries. He looked concerned, you felt like an idiot. “Sorry- I just, uh,” You break the eye contact, his gaze was so cushiony and sincere, it was doing things to you. It was weird to feel so comfortable with a man you hardly knew like this, but your son really seemed to like him and uh, even though you hadn’t spoken a lot.. You’d seen him coaching the kids plenty. He was a sweet guy, a good guy. “My car battery just died.”

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #stranger things #stranger things s5 #st5 spoilers #x reader #fanfiction #x you #stranger things x reader #reader insert #fem reader #female reader #dead battery #st5 vol 3

ENIGMA

Word Count: 1.5K Disclaimers: Mentions of blood, murder. Part one of what I hope to make a three-piecer. Synopsis: Something's off about your co-worker, and you just can't stop wondering about it.

Dexter Morgan was odd in a way you would never find the words to describe. He dressed normally, conversed normally, yet the air around him was always just the slightest bit.. different. You didn’t get it. But you wanted to, after all, it never hurt to get to know your co-workers. Especially since you were new, having just transferred over to help out with their ice truck killer problem. Now you find yourself approaching his workspace, announcing your presence to him with a small cough as he sat engrossed in something on the computer screen. He acknowledges you with a quick glance upwards, and then swiftly clicks twice on the computer. When you’re within range to view the monitor, it’s on the standard home screen.

“Did you need something?” He asks, his voice monotone as usual. “Need something? Oh uh, kind of,” You find yourself stumbling over your words in the face of his bluntness. “Do you have the blood splatter report finished? For the case from last Tuesday?” “Ah..” His mouth hangs open for a moment and he seems to be thinking,”Nope, not yet.” He shakes his head, tone casual as ever. “I gotcha.. Well uh, reports do take forever sometimes.” You nod, letting a laugh slide by with your comment. Maybe you could foster a bond with him out of similar experiences. “Am I right? Haha..” A smile stretches its way out onto his own face, though it has the slightest inflection of being faked or forced. “Mm’yep.” Great, you were making so much progress here! You sarcastically thought, awkwardly shifting your feet a bit physically. This whole dilemma almost made you want to scream. “DEXTER STOP FAKING MY JOKE WASNT EVEN FUNNY!!” But you held it back… But then you were actually lowkey mad that dexter kept being a bitchass hoe and lowkey kept acting like you were bothering him and like he wanted you to just go away so you just turned around and left without a word. This wasn’t the end though.. When you were in the break room eating all the donuts 😂😂 you randomly remembered what happened when you first showed up at his office or whatever.. He was clicking out of some SHIT! On the computer. What was bro doing that he didn’t want you to see…. You had to know. So carefully you set the giant donut box down and licked all ten of your fingers clean to get rid of the evidence only that didn’t help because just as you were in the process of doing that ANGEL busts in and sees you. “Y/N!! Are you eating all the donuts again!! We can’t leave donuts around you anywhere!” He started doing that weird old man laugh like it was the funniest thing ever wtf Last time you ate all the breakroom donuts Laguerta got super mad and she did a whole speech on how she just bought all those donuts that morning and she couldn’t believe they were already gone and why can’t she even get one when she’s the one who buys them and that she was going to buy them ONE more time and if it happened again.. No more donuts.. If she found out you ate them all again she might actually beat yo ahh or worse FIRE you.. You couldn’t be unemployed again… so you lowkey had to wish death on angel now so he couldn’t tell on you because he was a snitch like that

Mischievously smirking and rubbing your palms together you slid into his spinnay chair and spun like 3 times in it before hopping on the computer because you were a millennial “Hmm.. hmm..” You said out loud as you began to surf that shit. There was no good stuff on his loppytoppy.. Just a bunch of professional and normal stuff.. SIGH… but then you checked and saw there were some tabs left open.. Usual google browser.. And then behind it.. INPRIVATE browsing google browser. SOMEONES TRYING TO HIDE QUOTEV... HE WAS DEFINITELY CONCEALING SOMETHING. YOU WERE GOING TO FIND OUT WHAT QUICKLY YOU STARTED TYPING OUT A BUNCH OF WEBSITES INTO THE BROWSER, ALL THE GOOD ONES, TRYING TO FIND OUT IF HE LOGGED INTO ANYTHING IN THE ANONYMOUS BROWSER.. AO3.. TUMBLR.. MCDONALDS.. REDDIT.. YOUTUBE.. ALCOHOLICS ANONYMOUS AND MORE… but there was nothing.. He wasn’t logged into ANYTHING and you were super sad because what.. You’d thought of everything. What could he be hiding that wasn’t a 10 page furry fanfiction?.... Lowkey… In your sadness you sighed and shook your head, ignoring everyone who walked by and gave you the super side eye.. Now you were just going to go on gmail and look to see if anyone emailed about free toe massages.. And then it happened. BRO WAS LOGGED INTO HIS EMAIL!! QUICKLY YOU STARTED GOING THROUGH EVERYTHING AND YOU FOUND LIKE 100 NOTIFICATIONS OF PEOPLE SAYING TO HIM “SUCK MY WEINER!” AND “LET ME PUT IT IN YOUR BUTT!” WHAT THE HELL!!! DEXTER WAS A FREAKER ALL ALONG!? YOU KNEW HE WAS HIDING SOMETHING!! It was still like the middle of the workday but you didnt give any fucks!! You whipped out your phone and dialed “DADDY” aka dexter and then it rang and rang and went straight to voicemail so you got pretty mad and then you called it again and then it rang and rang and went straight to voicemail again and at this point you were fuming because was he ignoring you what the fuck so when you called the final third time and it rang and rang and then went straight to voicemail you had to leave him a little something something. “WHERE YOU AT!! DOING WHAT!! IM SO FUCKING!! FUCKING! PIASSED! CALL ME BACK. RIGHT NOW!!” YOU SHOUT AT THE TOP OF YOUR LUNGS AND EVERYONE IN THE STATION LOOKS OVER REALLY MAD. AND THEN DOAKES IS WALKING OVER AND HE LOOKS PISSED EVEN MORE PISSED THAN YOU WERE, “HEY!! YOU CAN’T BE SHOUTING IN HERE! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!” “DEXTER ISN’T RETURNING MY CALLS!!” “STOP!!!!!!!!!!” Well.. lets just say that after that they sent you home for the day….. You were so shocked and emotional becuse like daddy dextah was secretly a freaky freaker and he didn’t tell you or stick his tongue out at you at all or try to get freaky with you and like why dexter why… and now he was dodging you or some shit……..

#Dexter #Dexter Morgan x reader #dexter morgan x you #Part one #Enigma #fanfiction #Dexter Morgan

Bloody Mary

Word Count: 2.4k

Disclaimers: I gave that one side character (some) lore.. so things here are loosely canon (I just found out that this side character actually gets real lore later. Oops sorry guys I’m like halfway done as I’m finding this out, bare with me, I’m only on s4 but I had this idea 😅) + it gets a little spicy!

Synopsis: You get peer pressured into checking out that notorious house down the road.

You’d never really noticed just how dark it got at night. It was odd how much of a grip simple lighting could have on you, how vulnerable it could make you feel when it was on the less desirable side of the spectrum. Though you supposed it wasn’t all to blame for the persistent anxious buzz churning round and round inside of you.

So, you held the camera close to your chest as you made your way to the porch stairs. They were wooden, with the white paint chipped here and there. They had that look to them, like the smallest ounce of pressure would cause them to let loose a long, deafening creak. You sure hoped they wouldn't, knowing something like that this early into your unauthorized investigation would stamp all the nerve you still had left. Carefully you raised your foot, skipping the first step and planting it rather onto the higher second step. The less possibility for creaks the better, right? And much to your luck, no creak occurs when your weight presses into it. “Thank god..” You found yourself muttering as you used the confidence boost from that small victory to propel yourself further upwards, rising up onto the next step, and then the one after that, until you’d made it onto the actual porch itself. The porchlight seemed to gleam a bit brighter as you finally arrived in its vicinity, almost luringly. You found yourself sucking in a breath as you looked around, the porch itself was no more interesting than it’d been on your once over before. Unfurnished and all. No, what was eye-catching was the fact that the front door of the house sat slightly ajar. You shouldn’t be tempted. You shouldn’t venture inside. Not even under the want to make sure she’s alright. It wasn’t your business. What you should’ve done was write it off; the house was so old it could’ve just been a broken latch, or maybe Mary got careless and forgot about shutting it all the way. It was awful to start stepping forward like you did, to start peering through the small crack of the open door inside this woman's home. And yet here you were, taking things even further and slowly pulling the door open. As soon as it opened you were first greeted by the sight of boxes stacked on top of one another, trash strewn about, but the first thing you really ended up noting was that smell. Faint, horrible, and slightly like iron. You couldn’t place what it might be, but it surely stunk. It made sense however; seeing the hoarded out entryway. “God.. ugh..” You cover your nose with one hand, though snapping a picture with the other. As you ventured further inside her home, towards the living room, you noted how it scarcely got much better. It was almost something off one of those reality TV shows about hoarders, the almost being because thankfully, rats didn’t seem to be present.

You wasted no time in spinning around, your shoulders going taut and mouth falling open stupidly as you faced the new presence in the room. Who on earth was this? Mary lived alone from what you heard about her but oh god- was he going to call the cops on you? “I- uh- oh-” You stammered, biting your lip and clutching your camera just a bit tighter as you racked your mind on how to reply to the brunet man. You end up letting out a small ‘shit’ as you find yourself guiltily looking away. “I’m sorry I was just- I mean-.. I wasn’t stealing anything, I promise.” The man remained in the doorway, you noticed he was leaning on the side with his arms crossed. There was a questioning raise of his brows, as if he were intrigued; and a twist of his lips revealing amusement. Then his gaze dropped to the camera in your hands, “Just capturing the scenery then?” You didn’t answer, instead you asked a question of your own. “Are you.. Mary’s son?” Your audacity only seemed to stir the pot of his brewing amusement further, and a small chuckle escaped his cool lips. “You’re the curious sort aren’t you?” He drawled, his accent sounding almost Australian. He pauses a moment before actually humoring you. “I’m an old friend, Kol.” “So you’re.. popping by?” Your words came out skeptical, and way before you could even think about what you were saying. You couldn’t help it. This was weird, he was weird. No one’s this normal about finding a stranger in their “friend’s” house. “You’re really questioning me on that?” He called out your hypocrisy. You were quiet for a moment, he had a point. “.. You left the front door open.” “So I did.” He shrugged lightly, taking a step closer to you. “...” You felt a strange buzz in the bottom of your stomach, “What are you doing?” “Having a midnight snack.” As he steps forward again, you step back, but then stumble on the pile of junk behind you and fall flat on your ass. But not exactly flat on your ass as you’ve actually fallen on top of something. All of a sudden, you feel a rumble from under your butt. It’s a muffled.. “EH EH EH EH MAMA EHEHEE HE MAMA!” “AYO WHAT THE HELL!” YOU JUMP UP AND THEN SEE SOME CREEPY ASS BABY DOLL MOVING AND GOING MAMA. ITS BALD AND HAS MOLD ALL OVER IT. “SHH IGNOR THE DOL LUV!” KOL SAYS IN HIS “I LOVE TEA MATE” VOICE.

#x reader #kol mikaelson #kol mikaelson x reader #tvd x reader #tvd x you #tvd #the vampire diaries #the vampire diaries x reader

It's my 2 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

this place is farts

#2 year tumblrversary #tumblr milestone

HOME ALONE

Carl Grimes x GN! Reader

---------- 1.2k words Disclaimers: Slightly suggestive but nothing over-board, making out, awkward teens. Sypnosis: Sneaking into his room. ---------- The only thing heard in the temporarily adult-deserted Grimes abode that evening was the sound of soft scrambled footsteps accompanied by creaks from the houses staircase. Everything inside was still and dark that night, save for you and Carl sneaking into a room together and switching on his bedside lamp's light.

Instantly the appliance brightens up the room with it's own yellow hue, and with this newfound light you're finally able to see the smitten boyish grin on Carl's face. The rush of sneaking you into his room was clearly still fresh in your minds; both of you now feeling a new sort of anticipation and teenage hormonal rush coursing about.

Your eyes tail him as he makes sure to lock the door, no one was supposed to be around for a good while, but it never hurt to be careful. As the door locks with a clearly identifiable clicking noise, you plop your butt down on the bed behind you. Though still sitting up, you lounge back and a bit and allow your fingers to feel the material of his blanket.

#carl grimes x reader #carl grimes #carl grimes fanfiction #twd #twd x reader #gn reader #twd fanfiction #fanfiction #the walking dead #story #x you

guys let me cook on this one

#twd fanfiction #writing #let him cook #i am cooking #not burning #ate

may i please request some carol peletier fic ?

something angsty pretty pls

“i can’t keep acting like i don’t see something is wrong with you?” carol to reader

Two Drifters

S5! Carol Peletier x GN! Reader

angst, a little over 1k words

---------------------------------------------------------------------------- "I can't keep acting like I don't see that something's wrong with you." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------

Being in Alexandria was mind boggling. No more than three days ago had you been cold and starving, lucky to get a little water to drink let alone shower in it, constantly having the ravenous flesh eating infected on your trail. Yet now you found yourself fretting over what to wear to a party. It was almost completely insane to you how different your world had been from the people inside these walls.. How you were expected to just, integrate seamlessly into this community. You didn't think you could ever let go of the horrors you experienced out there; did you even want too?

Your lover leans back on the doorway, arms folded neatly over her chest as her eyes look you over. "Have you picked something out yet?" She asks, her tone soaked in a gentleness reserved for just a few.

#carol peletier x reader #carol peletier #twd #twd x reader #twd fanfiction #twd angst #fanfiction #x reader #angst #x gn reader #gn reader #the walking dead

Hey everyone, I was on a mini leave for a minute there but I am back now for requests <3 !

TWO'S COMPANY, THREE'S A CROWD

.- TWD, Rick Grimes x F!Reader x Shane Walsh -. part two

__________ A/N: Oh my gosh! I was trying to edit the original and I mis-clicked and deleted it, so here's the re-uploaded version. Thank you all again for your support. This is the second part to TWO'S COMPANY, THREE'S A CROWD! It's recommended that you read that one first for the best experience. __________

It's quiet for a moment, Glenn merely staring at you in a haze of confused surprise. He opens his mouth to speak, and yet nothing comes out; the only audible noise around remains the swooshes of the country breeze. "You mean.. a pregnancy test?" He finally asks, gentle brows furrowed in confusion. "I-.." You pause, before taking in a breath and slowly nodding your head. "Yes. I'd really appreciate if you could.. be discreet about going out and getting that for me."

#rick grimes x reader #shane walsh x reader #twd #twd fanfiction #twd x reader #fanfiction #reupload #love triangle #part two #Two's company #twd s2 #x reader #female reader #fem reader #reader insert #embarrassed I accidentally deleted the original

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