#He had to come back down a few minutes later cause he couldn’t figure out how to open his door

[huanted-dennys]

accidentally got a full grown man, drunk off his ass, to run with his tail between his legs a couple weeks ago

he was in the military

it was really funny

Guy: *runs through our lobby at 1am drunk and hits a trash can knocking it over*

My coworker and me run out from behind the back office*

My coworker: *in her mom voice* “Come back here and pick this up RIGHT NOW”

Me at the same time: *In my older sibling voice* “GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE NOW!”

Guy: *jumping into the elevator screaming* “closed the doors-closerthedoorsHURRY”

[aealzx]

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Danny was thirsty. And while that was usually a problem that was easily remedied by the water bottle that had been left for him on the bedside table, he’d already drained it. And the others were probably all in the kitchen having lunch, judging by the fact there was no one in the room with him other than the two dogs, and the amount of sun coming through the window. He’d woken up extremely late that day, so they’d probably decided to let him sleep and bring him more broth later. That was fine, he wasn’t really hungry, his mouth was just dry. As if his body was ignoring the IV stuck in his arm.

Oh well.

He knew he was supposed to rest, but he was starting to feel a bit smothered being stuck to the same room for a few more days. So going downstairs to join everyone in the kitchen for some water shouldn’t be that big of a deal. Everyone still got a little fussy when he got out of bed on his own. But trips to the bathroom weren’t that exhausting anymore, so he figured a slow walk to the kitchen wouldn’t be much different. He could manage it easily, he wasn’t even aching much at all at this point. He’d just take it nice and slow, and no one would complain.

With that idea stubbornly planted in his mind Danny pulled the quilt off and slid his feet to the floor. Sitting up always made him feel much worse than when he was laying down, but as the days passed the dizziness and fatigue was lessening more and more. And he’d already settled it in his head that he was going to fetch his own water, so after a moment of letting his spinning head still he shoved off the bed, grabbing the IV pole to bring with him like usual. Ace and Titus, as he’d learned the dogs’ names were, were quick to stand from where they’d been lounging, trotting close to Danny like they usually did. They were really good dogs, and Danny couldn’t help grinning as he reached out to pet Titus’ head a few times.

Okay. He was up, and he knew the kitchen was downstairs. He could make it there, and if he needed to he could take a break on said stairs. No big deal. Just one foot in front of the other, leaning on the IV pole for a little support. Nevermind how his breath became heavy shortly after he’d left the bedroom. Nevermind how the movement caused his numbed body to start protesting with bone deep aching. One step. At a time. Left foot. Right foot. Left. Right. Dragging the pole with him. He’d leave it at the stairs and just carry the bag once he got to them. It would be too much effort to carry the whole thing downstairs.

To Danny’s credit he managed to make it to the top of the stairs before his legs gave out, which was significantly further than the bathroom. And luckily Titus was there to dart in front of him and half catch him as he fell. He barely heard Ace give a short bark as well before coming to wedge against Danny’s side while he sagged against Titus, heaving air into his burning lungs. Okay, so he was taking a break before he’d planned, but that was fine! He’d made it to the stairs, that was still an achievement. He was fine. He just needed a breather. Just a short rest, crumpled on the floor and using Titus as support as the dog was laying patiently on the ground next to him.

“Danny?!”

Aw shoot. Someone had caught him. Who was that? The voice wasn’t completely familiar yet, but Danny recognized the figure easily enough. Once he’d pulled his eyes open and lifted his head enough from Titus’ back to see who was practically jumping up the stairs, skipping steps completely to reach him, Danny remembered his name. Right, that was Tim. The one that had been the first to introduce himself after Bruce.

“What happened? Is everything okay? The dogs are trained to fetch someone if you tell them to, did they not listen?” Tim asked rapidly, kneeling on the ground next to Danny and resting a hand on his back.

It took Danny a minute more of heaving air before he could answer, feeling just a little bad for being caught since Tim seemed genuinely concerned something was majorly wrong. It was enough discomfort that Danny tried to lighten the mood by making a joke. “D’didn’t realize I wasn’t allowed to leave,” he teased lightly.

It didn’t earn the response he was hoping for, Tims expression falling instead of being amused. “No, that’s not it. We just don’t want you to wear yourself out,” he explained, wondering if Danny really did think he was restricted in where he could go. Bruce had made a comment before that Danny seemed used to being confined and potentially restrained.

“It’s fine. It’s just a walk to the kitchen. I can do it,” Danny protested. He didn’t need to be waited on for something as simple as a drink of water. He wasn’t comatose anymore, and he was quite capable of moving around. Sure his whole body ached, and his chest and ribs felt like they were being scraped with each breath right now, but it was fine. It would stop once he got his water and got back to bed. No big deal.

Tim seemed to realize something from that comment that made him sigh slightly. Danny was apparently just as stubborn as many others that frequented this manor. “C’mon, let me help you,” Tim requested, reaching forward to try to help Danny upright.

“I said I can do it!” Danny snapped, squirming away from Tim and weakly swatting his hands away. But of course his body had to disobey his will, and without support from Titus or anyone else he couldn’t hold himself up at the moment and flopped back on the floor. He knew it didn’t make his claim convincing, so glared at Tim and repeated his words before Tim could comment. Though the unimpressed expression Tim had said enough. “I can do it myself. I just… need a break. I’m fine,” Danny huffed, letting his body rest limply on the floor and averting his gaze in a mild pout.

“Uh huh,” Tim pretended to agree, voicing his disapproval this time, but surprisingly just shifted to sit on the top stair and loop his hands around his knees. Danny wasn’t sure if he was giving in and letting him try to catch his breath, or just didn’t know what else to say. But he wasn’t leaving, and Danny couldn’t figure out if he wanted to be annoyed about that or not. Tim was at least respecting his demands enough to not just ignore him and try to help anyway like Jazz did. But he also wasn’t sassing him for refusing help when he obviously needed it. The silence was a weird response, and Danny couldn’t figure out what his aim was.

Before he could think too much about it though, Tim spoke up again, a little softer this time. “...You don’t have to, you know?”

It was a simple question in construct, but one that Danny hadn’t been expecting. And it made his breath catch in his throat. He’d been expecting to be either met with equal annoyance, or coddled and told he didn’t know what he could do or needed. But that wasn’t what Tim was implying at all… Was it?”

“...What?” Danny asked, staring at Tim in open confusion.

Tim had to snicker as Danny copied Jazz’s mannerisms so closely. They really were siblings. “You don’t have to do everything on your own,” he repeated patiently, turning back to face Danny with a rather strange smile. “Just because you can do it on your own, doesn’t mean you should have to. It’s okay to let people help when they want to.”

For some reason the words Tim said didn’t catch Danny’s attention as much as the expression he was making. Like this was an old battle he’d fought too many times, to the point he was starting to get a little worn. “...Are you okay?” Danny ended up asking, having regained enough strength to push himself upright again.

Tim ended up huffing and rolling his eyes at the question. “Oh yeah, I’m great,” he answered, not even bothering to hide any sarcasm. “I just live with a family full of people who love to push themselves way more than they should and make everyone else worry about their ability to take care of themselves and not end up dead because they were too stubborn to ask for help.”

Danny couldn’t help the wince he gave after hearing that response. There was the annoyed response Danny had thought he’d get earlier. But for some reason the phrasing on this one stung a little more than any of the comments Sam or Tucker had made. Tim didn’t try to drill it into him that he couldn’t do what he was trying to do, just that he didn't have to. And it didn’t feel like he was trying to get Danny to take care of himself because there was no one to replace him if he was gone either. Just that he could ask for help because it was better to not do things on his own.

“I don’t…,” Danny faltered, trying to force himself to respond without having given himself enough time to figure out what to say. “I’m not… used to being able to…ask…,” he admitted, feeling anxiety building in his chest over saying something like that. It was like he was admitting his friends and family weren’t very good at supporting him. After they already did so much for him, how could he say that?

It wasn’t quite what Tim had expected, and what little frustration he had was quick to melt into mild guilt. He felt like apologizing wouldn’t be received well though, so he ended up asking something else that didn't quite make sense only after he said it. “Oh….You wanna… practice then?”

Danny snorted helplessly at the question that once again caught him off guard. It was an offer instead of a lecture, and it once again was too far out of Danny’s expectations for him to have a quick answer. It was a simple answer, he could hear it in his head. But getting his mouth to say the words, to ask for help to the kitchen, seemed impossible. So he tried rephrasing it. “I… the water ran out,” he admitted, already feeling embarrassed for some dumb reason. “I just wanted….” He paused, realizing explaining the situation wasn’t even close to asking for assistance. “I’i… ‘d like to go get some… myself.”

It wasn’t the most clear request for help, but Tim would still take it. “...Would it be okay if I carried you?” he asked, rewarding Danny’s effort by filling the gap in for him.

This time it was easier for Danny to nod in acceptance, and Tim gained a gentle smile before pushing himself to his feet. “Let me just grab a blanket and slippers for you so Alfred doesn’t fuss. I’ll be right back,” he requested, letting Danny stay with Ace and Titus to fetch said items. The bedrooms of the manor were warm, but the rooms with tiled floors could get a little chilly in the cooler months so Alfred would insist on Danny staying warm. Which meant Tim brought back a pair of soft slippers for Danny’s bare feet, and a small blanket to drape on his shoulders before he knelt in front of him to make it easier for the lad to cling to his back.

“...I thought you were younger than Jason,” Danny ended up commenting after Tim had him adjusted comfortably and had made it halfway down the stairs.

“I am,” Tim confirmed, not sure where the comment was coming from but having a vague guess. “I’m only a year older than you.”

Danny made a surprised noise at the comment, scrunching his face. “Wow, you seem older than Jazz. How come you’re so put together?”

This time it was Tim’s turn to snort, not quite sure how to answer that. “Uhhhh… perks of coming from a busted family? I dunno,” he guessed. “I’m just the weird one in a family of weirdos.”

It sounded like it was something Tim was still at least a little insecure about, so Danny decided not to tease him any more. “...Mm… That’s not always a bad thing,” he offered as consolation.

It helped, and Tim chuckled lightly. “Yeah, I guess not,” he grinned, quickly reaching the kitchen much faster than Danny could have on his own.

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This next section ended up waaaay too long, so I have to split it into 3 parts X'D

The nugget is mobile (sort of) yaaaay \o7o/

also I had some of this part written months ago, but it originally had Dick instead of Tim. But I switched it for Tim 'cause I wanted Danny to have interactions with others.

also I couldn't decide what part of the scene to draw, so let my beta reader decide =v=

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A Legacies Secret |7|

Pairing: Tara Carpenter x Reader

Summary: You just wanted a happy life with your girlfriend but then Ghostface attacks, revealing long thought to be buried family secrets.

Warnings: Language, Talks of Murder

Word Count: 5.1k+

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Tara sat in her hospital bed with you right by her side, your arms were crossed, and your eyes were looking down at your shoes. Tara had been sleeping when you messaged her, she didn’t know what happened until you came into the room with an arm around Sam. She was rubbing the sleep from her eyes as she saw you help Sam into a seat at the table near Tara’s bedside. You had moved to her bedside and quietly told her what Sam told you, that she was attacked by someone dressed like Ghostface.

Richie had come into the room a second later, his headphones in and his eyes still glued to his phone. You didn’t say anything, but Tara noticed the way your eyes tracked Richie’s movements, the way he looked up and instantly ran to Sam’s side, like a caring boyfriend would. Tara had been sleeping, she didn’t know when Richie had left the room or how long he had been gone.

You hadn’t said anything, but Tara read over your texts, her eyes widened when she read that Vince had been killed and you were the one to find his body. She was happy that Judy seemed to not question you too long, it meant she at least believed you were innocent, or she didn’t have any evidence against you and no grounds to hold you. Tara was going with Judy knew you were innocent though.

Tara noticed the little bit of blood on your shirt and your shoes, the shoes you kept staring at. She wanted to ask you if you were okay, she couldn’t imagine what was going through your head. You weren’t friends with Vince by any means, you complained almost every time he was at the bar. That didn’t mean you could just brush off finding him dead, seeing a dead body of someone you knew, or anyone for that matter would be traumatizing. Tara didn’t want to bring it up with everyone in the room though, she knew you wouldn’t talk about it, especially with Amber there. 

Amber had come rushing into the room a few minutes after the deputy guarding Tara’s room told them the sheriff was on the way. Tara didn’t question it as Amber said she came as soon as she heard what happened. Tara probably should have, she had just woken up, she sent Wes a quick text but that was it, unless he and Amber were together there was no way she could have known so quickly, unless she was already on the way to the hospital. 

A few minutes later Judy came in, checking on Tara before she started questioning Sam about what happened. Tara didn’t know the whole deal between sheriff Hicks and Sam, she just knew all those times she woke up in the middle of the night to red and blue flashing lights outside her window, usually followed by Judy dragging Sam to the front door, sometimes in cuffs, before handing her back over to their mother. 

Tara wasn’t blind to the fact that Sam caused trouble. Even though Sam didn’t hang out with her anymore, even though she never talked to Tara about the trouble she got into, Tara knew it wasn’t good. Tara noticed the little things, like how Judy would hesitate before allowing Wes to enter the house when she dropped him off for Sam to babysit. Tara figured if Judy was still allowing Sam to watch Wes, then the trouble, she got into couldn’t have been too bad but maybe there just wasn’t other options for babysitters, or she didn’t want to suddenly send Wes somewhere else when all his friends were being watched by Sam. 

As Judy went over what happened with Sam, though she tried to remain professional, Tara caught the hint of distrust in her voice. She didn’t think Judy didn’t believe Sam, more that she didn’t want to be there and that she thought this was all somehow Sam’s fault. Tara wasn’t sure how being attacked by a psycho was Sam’s fault, she didn’t care what Sam did in the past, she came back when Tara was hurt and that’s what mattered. 

“I got a body outside a bar and then you get attacked here,” Judy directed at Sam, pacing back and forth as Sam continued to sit in the chair as if she were being scolded. “You said the call came from Amber’s number?” Sam could only nod. 

Sam had barely said a word since you brought her back to the room. Tara had tried talking to her, but she never responded. When Judy got there, she answered her questions and began to recount what happened, but her voice was distant. Tara didn’t know what Ghostface said to Sam over the phone or what happened when he attacked her, but it was clear Sam’s mind was somewhere far away. 

“So?” Amber said. “We know he cloned my phone before when he attacked Tara.” Despite questioning why, the call coming from her number mattered, she still handed the phone over to Judy to confirm there were no calls to Sam. 

“And,” Richie said, speaking up for the first time. Tara was surprised he was saying anything, he barely said a word since Sam first introduced him, he just sat in the corner of the room on his phone. “I’m just spit balling here, you’re the killer,” he looked at Amber, then Judy. Amber crossed her arms, glaring at him as if she couldn’t believe he dared question her. 

“And where were you when all this happened?” Judy crossed her arms directing her attention to Richie. That was a good question, Richie was the only other one in the hospital with them at the time and with Tara asleep she definitely couldn’t be his alibi. 

“I was…” Richie closed his eyes and sighed. “Watching Netflix.” Tara caught you rolling your eyes out of the side of her eye. It was in no way a good alibi, if Richie was involved then it was a terrible lie to choose. 

“Ooh, yeah, super solid alibi, bro,” Amber snarked, nodding her head. 

“So, where were you?” 

“I was questioning Amber and her friends at the sheriff’s station,” Judy answered for her. She handed Amber back her phone after thoroughly going through it, seeming to not find anything suspicious. 

Tara wasn’t fully surprised by that; she didn’t know the details but one of her texts from you mentioned her friends’ causing problems at the bar. You mentioned Vince trying to start shit with Chad. Tara definitely wasn’t surprised by that, she witnessed Liv dating Vince over the summer, she knew how he would still text her occasionally and still come into the video store trying to flirt with her. Tara assumed Judy brought the others in not long after talking to you, if they had had any sort of confrontation with Vince, they would all be suspects now. 

“Yeah, I came as soon as I heard,” Amber said. “But you know, the Netflix alibi is good too.” 

Tara saw you furrow your brow at Amber’s words, but you still didn’t look up from your shoes or say anything. Tara had a feeling she knew what you were thinking though. If Amber was being questioned by Judy at the station it would make sense how she heard about the attack on Sam and arrived so quickly, she could have overheard an officer or Judy could have told her herself. Amber was her best friend but even she couldn’t deny that Amber getting to the hospital a few minutes before Judy was pretty suspicious. 

“Both of you stop it,” Judy sighed. 

“You’re going to put more cops on her room, right?” Sam asked, finally looking up at Judy. 

“Yes,” Judy said instantly. “And I can move you to a private floor. Deputy Vincent knows what he’s doing, you’ll be safe.” 

“Like we’ve been so far?” 

Judy gave a tight-lipped smile. “Samantha let’s step outside?” she nodded towards the door. She worded it like a question, but Tara knew it wasn’t actually a question. 

Sam sighed, making sure to give Tara’s uninjured hand a squeeze before she got up and made her way out into the hall. Tara couldn’t blame her sister’s hostility; she was attacked by Ghostface and then while she was sleeping Sam was attacked by Ghostface in the hospital she was in. The hospital was supposed to be where Tara was going to get better, where she was meant to heal, not where she could get attacked by Ghostface again. She wasn’t sure she’d be able to sleep again knowing Ghostface knew where she was, and he had been there just down the hall from her room less than an hour ago. 

“Hey,” Tara whispered, looking up at you. You still hadn’t moved from leaning against the wall, but you turned to face Tara when she directly talked to you. “Are you okay?” 

You let out a sigh, parting open your mouth slightly as if you were about to say something before closing it. You glanced over at Amber and Richie who weren’t even looking towards you or Tara. It didn’t seem to matter though because you just shrugged and slumped back against the wall, Tara nodded, she’d just have to ask again when the two of you were actually alone. 

“Well, she remains a delight,” Sam mumbled as she came back into the room. 

“Are you okay?” Tara asked, sitting up in her bed slightly. She didn’t know what Judy wanted to talk to Sam about but clearly it wasn’t a pleasant conversation, though Sam didn’t seem too affected by it. 

“Would you mind giving us a second?” Sam asked, looking at Amber and Richie. ���I need to talk to Tara.” 

“Come on Netflix, let’s go,” Amber said, though she didn’t seem thrilled about Sam asking them to leave. 

Sam stayed by the door, playing with her fingers as she looked at Tara and glanced towards you. You looked up, seeming to notice Sam was waiting for you to leave as well. You pushed off the wall, not even seeming like you’d fight to stay and hear whatever Sam wanted to talk about. 

“You good?” you asked, still looking at Tara with the same softness you always did, even after experiencing what you went through earlier that morning. Tara nodded; she wanted you to stay but whatever Sam wanted to talk to her about, it was clear she wanted to do it alone. “I’ll be right outside.” You kissed the top of her head then made your way out of the room, quietly closing the door behind you. 

“Do you remember when dad left?” Sam asked. 

“Parts, sure,” Tara said, scrunching her eyebrows as she watched Sam. 

They hardly talked about dad leaving when he left, let alone years later. Tara asked questions about where their dad was and when he was coming back, no one ever answered her and one day their mom snapped telling her he was never coming back. After that Tara just stopped asking, as she got older, she figured their parents got into a fight, she was always curious but never wanted to press the issue. Part of her always thought maybe it was her fault, he had left so close to her birthday and never called, or sent her a card, or anything. She wasn’t sure why Sam was bringing this up now though, it seemed they had other priorities besides their broken family. 

“I was eight, I don’t know what that has to do with anything,” Tara said, watching as Sam walked away from the door and around to the front of the hospital bed. 

“It has to do with it,” Sam said. Tara’s face went from one of confusion to one of caution, she didn’t know what Sam was about to tell her, but she knew it wasn’t anything good. “Do you remember how mom used to keep those boxes up in the attic?” Tara didn’t nod or anything, she still wasn’t sure where Sam was going with this. “Well, I was up there once, when I was thirteen, looking for Christmas presents. And I found these old diaries she kept from high school.” 

“Sam, what does-”  

“Please, I just-I have to do this.” Tara’s eyes fell, she didn’t know what Sam was about to tell her, but she knew she didn’t want to know. “So, I found these old diaries and I knew it was wrong, but I read some anyway because mom got pregnant with me in high school,” Sam shrugged, giving a sad smile at the memory. 

“And I thought it’d be cool to see how her and dad got together. How romantic it must have been,” she gave a small chuckle. “So, I read some,” her face fell again. “Only it wasn’t romantic. Mom was dating dad, but she was in love with this other guy, and he got her pregnant.” Tara’s eyes widened at this information, having an idea of where this was going now. “She told dad it was his and that’s why he proposed senior year.” 

“Sam what are you talking about?” Tara couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She didn’t know why Sam had to drop all this on her now, she already knew their family was messed up, she still didn’t see what that had to do with their current issue though. 

“And I’m sitting there in this attic and I’m thirteen,” Sam continued, completely ignoring Tara’s question. “And I just found out that my dad isn’t my dad.” Tara looked at her sister with shock, she couldn’t imagine Sam going through that at such a young age, at any age, she never knew anything like this had been going on, she was only eight at the time. 

“So, I go find mom in her bedroom and I’m screaming at her and shoving this diary in her face, and I didn’t even realize,” Sam shook her head at the memory. “That dad was standing right behind me.” Sam’s eyes began to fill with tears and Tara waited for Sam to confirm what she assumed. “He didn’t know. He found out right then from me.” Sam nodded, trying to keep herself together. “He left that night. He left because of me.” 

Tara shook her head. “No,” she whispered. She needed Sam to understand that she wasn’t the reason their dad left. Sam might have been the reason their dad found out their mom lied to him, but she certainly wasn’t the reason he left. Their mom cheated on their dad and then lied to him about it, that wasn’t on Sam, that was all on their mom. 

“Mom never forgave me,” Sam was quietly sobbing but still trying to keep herself together. “And she made me promise to never tell you because you were so young. And that’s why I changed,” Sam walked around the bed to be at Tara’s side, kneeling down so she was at eye level. 

“And I got distant and weird with you,” Sam continued sobbing as she got further into her explanation, Tara had never seen her sister that upset. “And I went out and started doing every drug I could get my hands on until I couldn’t take it anymore and I left town.” Tara began shifting in her bed, this was all so much to take in and she still wasn’t sure how this related to a psycho trying to kill them. 

“I just couldn’t be around you anymore Tara,” Sam admitted quietly. Tara stopped moving at that, she didn’t know why their father not being Sam’s birth father made Sam not want to be around her anymore, they were still sisters it wasn’t like it changed anything for Tara, it wouldn’t have changed anything for her back then, she still loved Sam. 

“Not only because I destroyed our family that night,” Sam continued. “But because those diaries told me who my real father was.” Tara’s eyes widened as she waited for Sam to say what she was about to say next. “It was Billy Loomis.” Tara turned her head; Billy Loomis was Sam’s father. Billy Loomis was one of the original killers, he was the mastermind that started it all. Sam’s relation to him was the reason Tara got attacked. 

“And somebody knows, and I think that’s why you got hurt,” Sam confirmed it, someone knew she was the daughter of a serial killer and now these new psychos were coming after Tara because she was Sam’s sister. “And I’m so fucking sorry that I never told you and that I ran away. I’m so sorry-” 

“Get out,” Tara said, cutting Sam’s apology off. 

“Tara,” Sam begged. 

“You’re gone for five years. Five whole years,” Tara’s voice got louder. “And then I get stabbed, and you want to come back, and you want to drop all this shit on me?” Tara ignored the tears beginning to fill her eyes. 

She couldn’t believe it, she was so happy to have her sister back, but the truth was Sam didn’t come back because she wanted to or because she cared, she came back because she felt guilty. Tara was attacked because some psycho was inspired by Sam’s birth father and was trying to send her a message and now Sam felt guilty. 

“No,” Sam shook her head. “I swear I thought I was protecting you.” 

“Protecting me from what?” Tara yelled. “The truth?” Tara shook her head. She didn’t care who Sam’s real father was, Sam was her sister and that was all that mattered to her, but it didn’t seem to matter to Sam. 

“No, no, I,” Sam shook her head, clearly trying to gather her thoughts. 

“Sam.” 

“Please, Tara.” 

“Sam, I need you to get the fuck out.” Tara didn’t want to be harsh, but she couldn’t deal with all this now, she couldn’t deal with it when Sam was right there. 

“I’m so sorry,” Sam said again, still trying to apologize. 

“Sam,” Tara said much harsher than before. 

“Please,” Sam said desperately one more time. 

“Get the fuck out!” It wasn’t her first choice, but Sam clearly wasn’t responding to her attempt at asking nicely. 

Sam was taken back by her harshness, anymore apologies died on her lips, and she sat back. Tara tried to ignore the way Sam was crying as she got up, seeming to finally listen to her. A few seconds after she yelled at Sam the door swung open and Tara saw you standing there, your eyes instantly on hers, silently asking if she was okay. Your eyes then went to Sam, though there was no softness like when you looked at Tara. You stepped aside but kept your hand on the door, holding it open for Sam. You didn’t say anything but if Sam hadn’t gotten up from her chair and rushed out the room right then, Tara was sure you would have tried forcibly removing her. 

You let the door swing close behind Sam and instantly went to Tara’s side, taking the spot Sam had just been. “What happened?” you reached up, brushing a few strands of hair out of Tara’s face. She looked over at you, her tears finally threatening to fall. “Are you okay?” 

Tara shook her head. You looked back at the door Sam had just left out of. “You don’t have to tell me anything,” you said. “Just let me know what I can do.” 

Tara smiled, lightly laughing as she brought her one good hand up to wipe away her tears. It wasn’t even nine in the morning, and you had already found a dead body, been questioned by the police, and now you were trying to comfort Tara, even if you didn’t know why. Tara wouldn’t need to tell you anything that was said and you’d still do whatever she asked. Tara was sure she could ask you to kick Sam’s ass and not let her back in the room and you’d do it, you’d probably be confused but you still wouldn’t press her for answers. 

“Sam’s dad,” Tara rasped out. You said she didn’t need to tell you, but she didn’t want to lie to you, you needed to know. She was attacked and now you and all her friends were most likely in danger because of this. “Sam’s dad is Billy Loomis.” 

Your eyes widened; Tara had never seen your face go so white. “Wha-How?” you shook your head. 

“Guess, mom cheated on dad back in high school,” Tara said bitterly, shaking her head. She couldn’t be surprised; this was just typical of their mother. Before her dad left, everything had seemed fine but that was probably because her mom got everything she wanted, she wasn’t the girl who had a child with a murderer, because she lied, she had the picture-perfect life, on the outside at least. 

“I’m sorry,” you continued to gently run your fingers through Tara’s hair. 

“It’s why my dad left.” Tara shook her head, their mom lied to him, and in turn he abandoned all of them. He might not have been Sam’s birth father, but he raised her, Tara didn’t get how he could just walk away from Sam after being her dad for thirteen years. Tara was his biological daughter and he abandoned her as well. “It’s why Sam left. It’s why-” 

“It’s why you were attacked,” you cut her off. Tara had never seen such anger burning behind your eyes. 

“It’s not Sam’s fault.” You looked away from her, she could see your jaw clenched as your glare burned a hole through the door. “It’s not her fault.” You looked back at her, nodding until you finally unclenched your jaw. Tara was pissed at Sam, but she didn’t blame her for being the reason she got attacked. “Whoever’s doing all this knows though.” 

You nodded. “So, what next?” you sighed. “If they knew the truth, then attacking you wasn’t a mistake.” 

“It was probably to lure Sam back to town.” Tara looked down, she hadn’t even thought of that before, targeting her to get to Sam made sense, Tara was the only thing that could bring Sam back to town. “Which means they left me alive on purpose.” 

Her eyes widened and began filling with tears, the only reason she was alive was because that’s what Ghostface wanted. She didn’t survive because she was strong or because the police arrived. Ghostface toyed with her, he hurt her, and he wanted her to make her think she was going to die, only to let her live. The only reason she was alive was because Ghostface allowed it. 

“Hey,” you whispered softly, drawing Tara back out of her head. “None of that.” You used your thumb to gently wipe away her tears. “You’re alive and that’s all that matters.” 

The two of you had a few more minutes of peaceful silence before someone knocked on the door, followed by the deputy watching over Tara entering the room. The deputy held the door open for Tara’s doctor to enter as well, who was rolling in a wheelchair. 

“We cleared a floor,” the deputy said, resting his hands on his belt. “It will just be you, me, and an officer near the elevator. Any nurses or doctors will only come up if needed and of course those you’ve authorized,” he gestured towards you. 

“Thank you,” Tara said. 

The doctor pushed the wheelchair closer to the bed and locked it in place. You gently put Tara’s good arm around you while the doctor had her tuck in the injured arm. Working in sync, you and the doctor lifted her up and helped her to the wheelchair. The doctor had it setup so Tara’s leg was propped up. 

“I got it,” you said, taking the doctor’s place behind the wheelchair. 

Tara could only look at her surroundings as you pushed her in the wheelchair, following the officer to her new room. It was a short elevator ride, and the doctor was right behind them, helping Tara get settled once she was in the room. The room was definitely an upgrade, there was only one bed this time and it was a bit bigger. The officer smiled, giving her a small wave before he stepped back outside to take his post. 

“Are you okay?” Tara asked, her eyes followed you as you looked around her new room, giving a nod of approval. 

“I’m fine,” you said, moving to sit by her side. “What about you? I know you don’t blame Sam but that couldn’t have been easy to hear.” 

Tara shrugged, she shook her head, she couldn’t even process what Sam told her. She’d take time to process that their mom cheated on their dad and that Sam’s biological father was a serial killer after the whole Ghostface thing was settled, assuming she and everyone else made it out alive. 

“It wasn’t,” Tara admitted. “But I’m not the one who saw someone killed earlier.” 

Your eyes fell, you reached out slowly intertwining your hand with hers. “I didn’t see him get killed,” you mumbled. 

“You saw him die.” You gripped Tara’s hand a bit tighter and started rubbing circles on the back of her hand with your thumb. Tara learned early on in your relationship that it was something you did to comfort yourself when you were feeling anxious. “That’s not much of a difference.” 

“I didn’t even like the guy,” you whispered, wiping your eyes with your other hand. “But he died alone, in the dirt, outside a fucking bar.” You looked up at Tara and she could see how red your eyes were already. “Choking on his own blood.” You shook your head. Tara’s own eyes began to fill with tears, she couldn’t imagine seeing that in person, to literally have to watch someone’s life leave their eyes. “Nobody deserves that.” 

“I’m sorry,” Tara whispered. “I never should have made you go to work.” 

You broke out into a laugh, even through your tears you smiled. Tara gave a small smile at her joke. “You’re right,” you nodded. “It really is all your fault.” 

Tara took her hand out of yours but only so she could lightly slap you. “Asshole.” 

You were quick to snatch her hand back. “We’re going to get through this,” you said softly, tilting your head as you stared into her eyes. Tara had never felt more love than when you looked at her, you were her world and with one look she could tell she was yours. “I love you.” 

“I love you too,” Tara whispered. “How did I get so lucky?” she truly didn’t get it, her dad left, her sister left, her mom might as well have left, but somehow, she found you through it all. 

“You have amazing taste.” 

Tara rolled her eyes, shaking her head. “You’re such an ass.” You only chuckled at her response. “Now, come here.” A smile broke out across your face, and you didn’t hesitate to get up from your seat. 

You were gentle as you put your hand over Tara, careful not to actually touch her. Tara knew you were being careful of her injuries, but she really just wanted to grab you and kiss you quickly. Tara decided you were taking too long, so when you were hovering over her, she just leaned up and stole her kiss. 

You broke the kiss a second later to laugh at her. “Impatient,” you mumbled against her lips before leaning back down, connecting them again. 

A couple hours later Tara was sitting comfortable in her hospital bed with you by her side. She had turned on the TV, flipping the channel until she found something that you both enjoyed and would be good to fill the silence. Her attention was brought away from the TV by her phone’s incessant buzzing. Tara finally rolled her eyes and picked up the phone, expecting it to be Sam asking her when she was allowed to come back. Tara furrowed her brow when she saw it was from Mindy. 

“What?” you asked. “Who is it?” 

“Mindy,” Tara mumbled, shaking her head as she read through Mindy’s texts. 

“Are they stopping by? Did something else happen?” 

Tara shook her head. “Everyone’s gathering at her and Chad’s to go over suspects.” Tara glanced at you, catching you roll your eyes. “She wants you there.” 

“No,” you shook your head. 

“Just go.” 

“Why? They’re your friends.” Tara glared at you. “I don’t want to leave you here alone.” 

“Deputy Vincent is right outside.” You gave her an unimpressed look. “Judy made sure I’m on a secure floor, there’s a deputy outside my door, and one down the hall.” Tara smiled when she heard you let out a little huff. “I’ll be fine for an hour or two on my own.” 

“I don’t like this.” 

“If it’s someone we know then you’ll all be in one place anyway.” You scoffed at that. Tara needed to reevaluate how she could convince you she would be fine. “It will give you the chance to change,” she looked you up and down. “And maybe shower?” 

“Are you saying I smell?” you leaned back, holding a hand to your heart. 

Tara wrinkled her nose. You didn’t smell but she knew since she was attacked the only places you had been was the hospital, your job, and the police station. She might not have been able to literally smell you, but she wouldn’t prevent you from taking a shower. 

“You still have blood on you,” she pointed out. You let out a sigh, but Tara knew she had won. “Maybe you can learn something useful, Mindy has seen all these movies before.” 

“We’re not in a fucking movie.” 

“Please,” Tara begged. “I’ll text you every ten minutes.” 

“Promise?” 

“I was joking,” she chuckled. “But if that will give you peace of mind then yes.” 

“Fine,” you sighed, standing up from your chair. Tara smiled, she didn’t know why you tried arguing with her, you both knew you’d cave one way or another. “But only because I need a new shirt.” 

“Thank you,” Tara smiled up at you, happy to know she got her way, like always with you. 

You rolled your eyes and leaned down, giving her a long kiss. “I’ll be back in one hour,” you whispered as you pulled away. 

“One or two,” Tara shrugged. 

“One.” 

Tara gave you a soft smile and nodded. She might have gotten you to agree to go change and listen to Mindy’s theories on this new Ghostface, but she knew she was at her limit. You would go do those things but would make sure you were back with her within an hour.

[tinybeetiny]

Priorities: K.H

Toxic!HongjoongXReader

I guess this can technically be toxic Hongjoong. As usually this is not I how I think he actually is. I literally love this man so freaking much 🥹 we’re both Scorpios ssoooo anyways enjoy the angst

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Cw: Gaslighting,

Masterlist | Ateez Masterlist

They way he never put you first, ever. “Sorry love I can’t make tonight’s date. I have to finish a few songs but I’ll make it up to you next time” he says putting his phone on the desk turning his focus back on the screen of the laptop “you said that the past 8 times Joong” you sigh standing up from the table you’ve been sitting at for 45 minutes “I’m busy (Y/N) you know this. My job is really important and requires a lot of time” he said running hand through his hair “I’m important too you know. I can’t remember the last time I actually got to see you and not on the phone. I’m just getting tired” you say, your voice dropping at the end. It’s quiet for a couple minutes and you’re sure that he’s not even paying attention anymore “Hongjoong?” You hear him sigh “look (y/n) I’m sorry but I’m busy I can’t do this right now, we’ll talk later” he rushed out before hanging up leaving you to stare blankly at your phone.

A few days had passed since that night and you have yet to see Hongjoong let alone hear from him, not even a text. You debated on texted him knowing he’s busy and didn’t want to cause an argument. But he’s your boyfriend, you should be able to see and talk to him and not have to feel hesitant about it. You’re about to hit the call button when you hear a knock on the door. Through the peephole you see your very tired looking boyfriend standing on the other side on his phone. He looks up as he hears you opening the door. You give him a small smile as you step aside to let him in, he takes off his shoes and makes his way to your couch slumping down tiredly.

“So how are the songs coming along?” You ask as you sit next to him “it was tiring but I think I made good progress” he said turning his to look at you, his eyes looking empty. You missed the way he used to look at you. You missed when he treated you like someone he actually wanted to be around. You miss him. “That’s good! I’m sure the guys are going to be happy with it” you say trying to smile “they are, we started recording yesterday which surprisingly didn’t take long so we just hung around the dorm the rest of the day” he says sleepily while shutting his eyes. You felt a slight pang in your heart hearing that. He didn’t think to even send you little text any time after they got home “I figured you were busy the whole day since I didn’t hear from you” you watch him frown without opening his eyes “I just needed a break from screens and wanted to be alone for a little bit” he shrugs as if it were not big deal.

You really didn’t want to argue with him especially when he looked so tired but you didn’t know when you’d have another opportunity to be face to face with him like this. Taking a deep breath you just it all out “you know I haven’t seen you in almost a month. We haven’t had an actual engaging conversation in 2 weeks. I can’t even remember the last time we went on a date. It doesn’t even feel like a I have boyfriend. I understand you’re busy with work but I haven’t heard from you in THREE days Joong, I couldn’t even get a single text from you and to hear that you weren’t even busy the entire time feels like such a slap to the face. I don’t understand. If I did something to make you act like this towards me please let me know because I don’t know what to do anymore” you expressed crossing your arms and standing, waiting for his response

“I understand you’re upset but this is my work, what I do for a living, what I love, it’s a lot of hard work and time. I really don’t want to keep having these useless conversations over and over. Ateez is my priority and I have to focus on that above anything else” he says sitting up staring at you. You really don’t know what to say with what he just said, he basically said you’re not a priority to him and if that’s the case then what’s the point of this. Fight the tears that are building in your eyes you open your mouth to speak but nothing comes out.

You turn away from him so he doesn’t see the hot tears rolling down your cheeks “I don’t want to do this anymore” you sniffle, you hear him stand up and make his way to you “me neither. I don’t like these little confrontations” you feel him wrap his arms around you making your heart break even more. “No. I don’t want to do this relationship anymore” you cried as you pushed him away “It’s obvious I’m not important to you and it already feels like we aren’t together so why don’t we just end it here” he stares at your for a few seconds to see if you’re joking, waiting for the ‘just kidding babe, I love you so much’ but it doesn’t come. He stares at your tear stained face. He scoffs crossing his arms “you’re upset right now, why don’t we talk when you’ve had time to calm down and think” he says grabbing his things. He stops when he hears you laugh bitterly “that’s actually really funny because I have had more than enough to think about this and we should’ve broken up a while ago” he starts to panic once he realized you’re being 100000% serious “you can’t be serious. Look love I’m sorry okay, I know I’ve been busy and neglecting you but I’ll make it up to you I promise. Let’s go out now, I can take you wherever you want to go” he rushed back in front of you but you just shook your head tired of the circles “I can’t do this anymore Joong” you whispered “Please don’t this (y/n) please. I swear I will find more time for you” he begged feeling his own tears gathering “I’m sorry, I’ve made up my mind” you say turning away from him

“You’re really going to throw this all away? Just like that? I told you what you were getting into when we got together but you were so insistent on making it work” somehow he turned it on you making it your fault for not wanting to make this work or wanting to stay in a relationship you were no longer happy in. Anger bubbled inside of you because how dare he. How. Fucking. Dare. He. Taking a calming breath as you try not to explode you stare him dead in eyes and see nothing. No love. No adoration. No anger. No hurt

“I think it’s best if you leave Hongjoong” he does nothing but stare at you for a minute before making his way to the door, grabbing his shoes, not even bothering to put them on and walking out.

[coryosmin]

Sickly Confessions - Coriolanus Snow x Fem!Reader

summary: reader has a cold and now it’s coryo’s turn to take care of her. could be a second part to feel better but also can be its own fic. this is self indulgent mostly because i’m sick rn.

warnings: fluff, soft!coryo, ooc coryo because truthfully he wouldn’t be this soft, this really is just self indulgent, 1,200 words of rushed fluff

When Coriolanus saw you enter the Academy building looking like you’d been hit by a bus, he knew you were sick. Your eyes had bags underneath them, you looked exhausted and sniffling. Coriolanus walked up to you, greeting you as he always did. “Hey,” he greeted, taking your arm in his. “Are you okay?” he asked, looking at your form as you guys began to walk together.

You looked up at him, shaking your head no. “I don’t feel good,” you murmured. Your voice was hoarse, causing Coriolanus to frown. You had a sore throat. He stopped in his tracks, causing you to stop as well.

He brought his hand up to your forehead. “You’re burning up,” he said. “You shouldn’t be here today.”

You leaned into his touch, the feeling of his cold hand feeling so good on your forehead. “Got an exam today,” you replied, frowning. Coriolanus understood. He was much the same way, wanting to at least get through the day so he didn’t miss his assignments and such.

“For Professor Satyria,” he murmured, keeping his hand on your forehead for a moment before pulling away. “After her class though, you need to go home and rest.” You simply nodded your head, beginning to walk to your first class. Professor Satyria’s class isn’t until right before lunchtime. So you still had at least half a day until you could go home. You and Coryo continued walking to your first class.

You could hardly focus in class and it concerned Coriolanus quite a bit. You looked like you could fall asleep at any given moment and by the time it was exam time, your cheeks were so flushed that Coriolanus figured you likely had a high temperature. Once the exam ended, you all walked out of the class and you could barely stand straight. Coriolanus was right beside you, a hand on your waist. “Let’s get you home,” he murmured into your ear.

Coriolanus Snow never missed a class. He always goes to school, even when sick. So the fact that he left early was huge. And you realized, even in that sick little foggy brain of yours, that Coriolanus must truly care for you a whole bunch if he was willingly bringing you home in the middle of the school day. “You don’t have to bring me home,” You murmured, leaning into Coriolanus. “You vowed to yourself to never miss a class.”

Coriolanus shook his head. “Maybe so,” He replied, already guiding you out of the building. “But you’re my best friend and you would do the same for me too.”

And you couldn’t ignore that logic. Because you would take care of him in a heartbeat. He’s been your best friend since the two of you were young children. “Okay,” You agreed, unable to find a reason to combat him. You were just so tired and needed to rest. You wanted nothing more than to lay down and fall to sleep.

When you and Coryo arrived at your apartment, you realized neither of your parents were home. Your father was on some work trip and your mother was out visiting her parents for the day. So you had the apartment to yourself other than the Avoxes. “Go get changed,” Coriolanus said, taking his shoes off at the door. “I’ll see about getting you something to drink.”

Coriolanus walked off towards the kitchen while you made your way to your bedroom, getting changed into a pair of pajamas and then getting into bed. You sat underneath the covers with your back against your headboard. A few minutes later, there was a light knock on the door. “Come in,” you raised your voice, causing it to crack.

Coriolanus opened the door with a small tray in his hands. There was a glass of water, some medication, and a sandwich. “I told one of your Avoxes that you were sick. So they prepared this tray for you.” He spoke, putting the tray on your lap. “You should eat. You need the nutrients to get better, dove.”

Dove. That certainly was new. You nodded your head, looking up at Coriolanus. “Will you be staying with me?” You asked.

Coriolanus gave you a small smile, reaching to move a piece of your hair out of your face. “Of course,” he murmured, taking a seat on the bed. “I’ll stay for however long you need me to.”

After you had eaten and taken the medication, you felt ready to fall asleep. Coriolanus took the tray off of your lap, placing it on the floor temporarily. “Get some rest,” he said, his blue eyes looking at you.

You bit your lip as you looked at Coryo with droopy eyes. “Would it be too much to ask you to cuddle me?” You asked shyly, looking at your best friend.

Coriolanus’s heart melted as he looked at you, unable to help the smile on his face when you asked him. He’s usually much more composed but you’re sick and vulnerable anyways. It doesn’t matter if he smiles. “Of course, dove.” Coriolanus moved to lay down next to you, taking you into his arms. You were very warm and he knew that he had the possibility of getting sick too. But that didn’t matter. What mattered was his best friend being comfortable and getting better. And if he could provide comfort to her, then he shall.

Coriolanus wrapped his arms around you, bringing your head to his chest. You breathed in his scent as it provided you with comfort. His body was naturally cool which allowed you to get a reprieve from the heat of your fever. You snuggled into him. And in your sick dazed mind, you spoke, “I love you, Coryo,” not caring about the nervousness or the repercussions of your words when you eventually become clear minded.

Coriolanus’s heart fluttered in his chest as he looked at you, trying to comprehend the words you spoke. “Love me how?” he asked carefully.

“Like in love with you,” you replied.

Coriolanus shook his head. “You don’t know what you’re talking about. You’re sick.”

You pulled away slightly to look up at Coryo, still staying in his arms. “Sick or not, I love you, Coryo.” You said honestly, looking at your best friend.

Coriolanus took a deep breath, unsure of how to respond. Until he does. Because ultimately, he will always love you as well. “I love you too, dove,” He said, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Now get some sleep. We’ll talk about it when you’re better.”

And so you fell asleep a few minutes later, comforted by the feeling of Coriolanus’s arms wrapped around you and the fact that your best friend loves you too.

[httpscomexe]

Pet

Day 10 of Kink-Tober - Pet

Summary: Wade comes back from shopping after what seemed like forever and gives you a new treat.

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Parings: Wade Wilson x Hybrid!Reader

Warnings: Oral (M recieving), pet kink, hybrid reader, forced piercing. (Lmk if I missed any)

Tags: @cellyx33 @shybluebirdninja @foxherder

Word Count: 1448 (Find my Kink-Tober list here)

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Wade had already been gone for two hours, and it was driving you nuts. Him being away for even five minutes was already overwhelming, so two hours was talking fucking crazy. So there you were, pacing in circles around his apartment with a cold glass of lemonade in your hands, your sharp nails nervously clinking against the glass while you waited for him, your ears pinned down to the back of your head and your tail tucked between your thighs.

You’d been Wades for as long as you remember, since you were a puppy. He’s taken care of you, bathed you, fed you, watered you, until you were who you were now. But of course, he disappears randomly for two hours on your birthday. He had left the house around 4 in the morning, and it was now 6, the time you would normally wake up. You figured once you woke up, that he would be back home, snuggled up beside you.

But no.

That motherfucker forgot about you. Left the house without a word, and forgot about you. He probably found another dog that he was petting right now, calling her a good girl and feeding her treats while she sat on his lap with her stupid tail wagging and stupid-

“I’m home!”

“WADE!” Your tail immediately starts wagging, and you run over to Wade, completely ignoring the huge bags of groceries in his hands as you wrap your arms around his neck.

“I am so sorry I’m back one minute past 6, I got caught in traffic.” He teases past your time and you growl a little at his taunting, knowing you can’t survive without him.

“It’s okay, just don’t do it again.”

“You didn’t tear up my couch did you?” He walks past you, heading to the kitchen and putting the heavy bags on the counter before turning to see you closing the front door and locking it.

“I was thinking about it…” You mumble, and as truthful as it was, he laughs at it.

“Well you’re such a good girl for not…” His voice suddenly gets a little lower, and he takes one of the bags before sitting on the couch, patting his lap to beckon you over, and you basically skip over to him, quickly sitting on his lap. “See, good girl.” He praises, causing your tail to wag even faster behind you.

“Why did you leave though? You promised you’d be home all day today…” You pout a little.

“Well, baby, it’s your birthday, so I got you a few extra things apart from your new bed.”

“Really?” You smile, your canines showing.

“Yes, but you can have them later.” You sigh a little, but nod just happy that Wade was home. “Now come here puppy, wanna kiss you.” He puts his index finger under your jaw, slowly bringing his lips to yours to kiss you, your own tongue gently moving over his bottom lip, something he’s learnt you couldn’t help, considering you were half a dog.

His lips move over yours, some newly found hunger in his movements as one of his hands move up the back of your neck, finding their way to tangle in your hair and pull you closer against him, his other hand trailing down your waist while his hips slowly rut up against you, a quiet whine leaving your throat.

“I think I might make you work for your gifts, puppy…” He groans, tilting his head slightly to gain more access to your mouth, his tongue infiltrating it as it licks over your fangs, something he’s come to love doing each time he makes out with you.

“What would you like me to do…?” You ask softly, your eyes fluttering slightly as you look him down. And a smirk rises to his face.

“Go ahead and get on your knees.” You tilt your head curiously, but you listen to his commands anyways, quickly getting off the couch and sitting on your knees in front of him, as soon as you look back up, his fingers are already working to untie his joggers. Your own eyes dilated a little as a little smile rose to your lips. “Remember how to do this?”

“I think so…” You adjust yourself on your knees a little, the hardwood floor making quick work to hurt your knees.

“Here pup.” He reaches for another side of the couch, grabbing his “I Love MILFS” pillow before handing it to you, asking you to sit on it, which you do, moving back a little to put it on the floor before kneeling back down on it.

“Thanks papa…” You whisper softly before looking back up at him, his cock now freed from his joggers, his hand circled around it as he leaned forward.

“Alright baby, you know what to do…” You replace his hand with yours, his own hand moving to tangle in your hair, and you feel him tug a little. He’s taught you it didn’t always mean you were about to be punished.

You stroke him a few times with your fist before lying soft lipped kisses on the side of his cock, trailing upwards until pressing one more kiss to his tip, licking it softly and your right ear twitches a little as Wade moans from above, and you sink down a little, looking up at him through your eyelashes as his precum makes your tongue salty.

“Good girl, keep going…” Your tail wags behind you, and you lean forward again, taking some of his cock between your lips, your tongue working on the vein at the bottom of his shaft, his fingers tightening in your hair as some of your saliva drools down to his heavy sack.

He curls his fingers, the grip around your hair hurting a little, and it makes you whimper, the vibration of the small sound enough to make him moan as he twitches inside of your mouth, halfway down your throat.

“That’s my girl… Always such a good girl for me…” He groans, gripping your hair even tighter, making you only take him faster to distract yourself from the pain a little. “Such a good little girl…Ahhh” He rolls his head back, his grip getting impossibly tighter as his load shoots up your throat, making you instinctively gag a little. Normally he would just let you have his cum leak down your chin and down onto the floor, but not today…

“Ah ah… Let me see it on that pretty tongue of yours~” He leans forward, grabbing your chin between his thumb and index finger, making you look up at him as you stick out your tongue, whatever was still in your mouth pooling on your tongue.

His head tilts in admiration of your state. On your knees, between his legs. Tears making your mascara leak a little as his cum and your spit drool at your chin, mouth opened with your tongue up a cup shape to hold his seed like a prize in front of him.

“Stay just like that…” He tells you, slowly releasing your chin as he reaches over into the forgotten shopping bags, you staying still with your tongue still out as he takes out some sort of kit, it looks like the type used in piercing shops. “Alright swallow.” You swallow. “Kiss.” You lean up, pushing your hands down on the couch cushions as he leans down and kisses you, his tongue trailing over your lips and into your mouth. “This is gonna hurt a little, but let me see that tongue puppy.” He puts his hand out, expecting you to put your chin on his palm, which you do. He then takes the little kit, opening it up and using something on your tongue before uncapping a blue marker and making a dot in the centre of your tongue, you look up at him through your lashes, confused. “Don’t worry about it baby, just breathe.” He tells you, his voice more calming than its ever been before as he takes a large needle. “Go ahead and close your eyes, pretty.” You close your eyes, and just as you do, you feel something clamp down on your tongue before the sharp needle pierces it from the bottom up, a tear dripping from your eye. “Perfect.” He mumbles before twisting something, and he pats your cheek. “Done.” You open your eyes, blinking a few times and closing your mouth, the taste of metal making you wince.

“What-”

“Let me see again.” He takes your chin in his hand again, and you open your mouth, sticking your tongue out. “Perfect. Now let's try this one more time, with the piercing in.”

[ver-nix]

Kinktober 2024

October 1 - Brian Thomas (Hoodie) : Handjob/blowjob

wc: 2,341

A yawn left your mouth, your eyes bleary as you stumbled from your room in the mansion to the living room. What you weren’t expecting upon entering was a familiar hooded face sitting on the large couch, the soft voices from the television screen of some random show accompanying them. It was Hoodie—well, Brian. 

You’ve always had a strange curiosity about him. He rarely spoke, and if he did, it was usually a very thought-out response. Another thing about him that you noticed was that he rarely, if ever, took off his mask. It was like it was practically glued to his face. Even during dinner, the mask stayed on. Instead, he would sit there, most likely to be polite as the rest of the pastas ate. You assumed he would take his food up to his room after to eat, as another plate was always added to the dishes later that night. 

“Hey,” your voice seemed to boom out, too loud for the situation you seemed to be in. “What are you doing up? Figured everyone would be in bed by now.” Brian turned towards you at the sound of your voice. His face was covered like always with the black mask, a pair of red eyes, and a frown meeting your eyes. He said nothing as he turned back to the television screen. A hum left your mouth as you approached the couch, flopping down a couple seats away from Brian. “Watcha watchin’?” 

Again, the masked man said nothing; his body still turned to face the TV. A small scoff left your mouth this time. This time, Brian looked over to you; his face displayed no emotion other than the red frown on the black mask he wore.

“Y’know it wouldn’t kill you to respond to me,” your brows furrowed. Brian said nothing; the silence between you was only broken by the soft voices coming from the television. 

“Couldn’t sleep,” his gruff voice responded. A hum left your lips at his words. 

“So you decided to come down here and watch some random old-timey show? What are you, fifty?” A hint of amusement laced your voice. You swore a huff of a laugh left Brian’s mask. A shrug of his shoulders accompanied the sound.

“How come? How come you couldn’t sleep, I mean?” You wondered what could be keeping a man like Brian awake at night. You’ve never seen him down here the countless other times you’ve retreated from your room to here. There was never anyone, until now. A huff came from the man across you. Brian was still turned towards the TV; your body subconsciously turned closer towards him. No answer came in reply to your question. A click of your tongue was caught by Brian’s trained ears. 

“I had a dream,” was all that the man said after a couple of minutes passed. The sound of the television broke the awkward tension rising between the two of you. 

“A dream?” You questioned, your brows furrowed in confusion, “Like a nightmare?” You probed the man for more information. 

“No,” Brian shuffled on the couch, the memories of his dream hitting him like a freight train again. Quickly, he grabbed the blanket lying over the couch and spread it across his lap. He also grabbed one of the decorative pillows Slender kept on the couch and placed it over top the blanket. 

“Everything all right?” One of your eyebrows raised. He was being even more abnormal than normal. “What’s up with you? You’re being weird, and I mean a lot weirder than usual,” you scooted closer to him. His hands clenched down on the pillow, the sight not going unnoticed by you. “You seem…tense,” you scooted even closer to him until only a few feet separated you two from each other. 

Brian shifted in his seat, his face still covered by the black mask he always wears. He was hiding something. 

"Y'know, you can just tell me? It’s not like I’m gonna tell anyone.” You felt like you were working Brian open with a crowbar to find out the answers to your questions. You moved closer to him, the mere feet separating the two of you turning to mere inches. 

It became evident to you what was causing Brian’s discomfort as you moved closer. The decorative pillow was doing nothing to cover the growing chub below the thin blanket lying across Brian’s lap. Brian still shifted away from meeting your gaze, likely unaware you saw the embarrassing, ever-growing boner he was trying to cover.

“Was it a good dream?” You couldn’t help the suggestive smile that appeared across your lips. At this, Brian finally turned to face you, the black mask covering his face, hiding any and all emotion he might be feeling from you. “It was, wasn’t it?” Your tone was dripping with amusement. You watched as Brian’s throat bobbed.

“Yeah,” the reply came out breathy. Brian’s mind wondering back to the very provocative dream he had of you. 

“Was it about me?” A sly smile crossed your face. Your words immediately snapped Brian away from the swirling thoughts of what happened in his dream. His throat bobbed once again, but no reply came after. You inched even closer to him, your hand mere centimeters away from his thigh. “It was. You know how I know?” A smirk played across your lips. “Because I can see you tensing up, and you’re hard.” Brian’s body went rigid as he processed the words you said. 

“What was it about? Your dream?” Your tongue darted out to wet your lips, your eyes not leaving the imprint of Brian’s evidently growing arousal. A muffled groan came from Brian’s masked face; you swore his hips bucked up a bit, too. 

“Had you naked f’ me. ‘N you were sucking my cock,” his words, gravelly, rung out to you. A sly smile slipped its way onto your face as you came up with an amazing idea.

“How about we recreate it, hm?” You couldn’t help the teasing tone that left your mouth as the words formed. “I can help you out.” Your voice trailed off as you teasingly lifted the hand mere centimeters from his thigh and ever-so-slowly ghosted it over Brian’s waist. You pulled the pillow from his grasp, throwing it away from the couch lightly. 

“Don’t...” immediately you stopped, pulling your hand away from Brian. The quick inhale of air Brian took didn’t miss your ears.

“What’s wrong?” You questioned, your eyes meeting the red ones of the mask he wore. His breath was a lot more labored than before. A part of you felt assured at that observation. 

“As much as I would fuckin’ love to have you suck my dick, we shouldn’t. Not here. Not while the others are asleep,” a frown crossed your face at his words.

“But they won’t wake up, not if we’re quiet.” Brian didn’t miss the mischievous and challenging look you gave him as you finished speaking. “Promise.” A hum left Brian’s masked face, along with a short exhale of hot air. 

“Fine. But promise you’ll be quiet.” 

You rolled your eyes playfully, a determined look forming on your face as your hand found its way back to Brian’s outer thigh. “I think you should be the one promising to be quiet.” With your words, your hands pulled the blanket down and off of Brian’s lap. 

Immediately your knees hit the floor as you shifted off the couch. You scooted over between Brian’s legs as he parted them for you. Your hands rested at his knees as you made yourself comfortable between his legs. Ever so tauntingly slow, your hand ran up from Brian’s knee to his achingly hard manhood. 

A low groan left his mouth at your action, his head being thrown back at the feeling. He was extremely firm; his member had already almost completely hardened to full length. A smile formed on your face as you teasingly continued to rub across his bulge. 

“Oh fuck,” the words came from Brian’s mouth almost breathlessly. You couldn’t see it, but you’d bet that his face was flushed pink with arousal and that his eyes were closed shut. 

Your maneuvers slowed down, your hands reaching up to the waistband of Brian’s joggers. You tug down on the fabric, pulling it tantalizingly slow down his hips. Brian worked with you, helping you undress him by jerking his hips forward, allowing you to move them down the rest of the length of his upper legs. 

Pure skin met your eyesight; no pair of undergarments in sight. A devious smirk crossed your face, your eyes slowly trailing up his pale legs, right to his groin. Your eyes widened in surprise; you knew he would be big, but it seems like that was an understatement. He wasn’t as long as you thought he was, probably a good five or six inches, but what Brian was lacking in length he made up for with girth. Brian was on the girthier side, his cock about the size of a golf ball around. 

“Gonna keep starin’ ‘r you gonna suck me off?” His voice boomed down at you. A roll of your eyes met his question in reply, along with a soft caress of your hand against his groin. Brian’s cock pulsed in anticipation, a bead of precum glistening at his tip. 

Deciding not to wait any longer, your hand wrapped around Brian’s pulsing member and gently stroked him. A throw of Brian’s head against the couch informed you that he was enjoying your actions. Slowly, you picked up the pace, your mouth hovering over his dick as a fat glob of spit dropped from your mouth down to his small slit. 

A low groan and a pulse of his cock extricated excitement at the glimmering drop of spit that was mixing with the precum on his tip. His face angled down, likely watching as the liquid drifted down towards the rest of him, just like you were doing. Your hand migrated up to the wet trail and gathered the remaining moisture into your hand, using it to aid in stroking Brian. More groans left Brian’s mouth as you kneaded his cock faster with the added lubricant. 

“God, fuck ‘s so good,” Brian’s gruff, muffled voice breathlessly moaned out of his mask. “‘M gonna cum,” at his words, you felt his cock tense up and his hips buck forward slightly. Quickly, you let go, his orgasm slowly ebbing away from the edge of his release. A throaty whine came from his mouth. 

“Shh, we need to be quiet, remember? The others are sleeping; you wouldn’t want to wake them now, would you?” A guileful smile appeared on your face. With your words, Brian was practically panting now; sweat was beginning to trail down the exposed part of his neck before slipping under the hem of his shirt. 

With the constricting feeling of his mask practically suffocating him with sweat and stuffy air, one of Brian’s hands moved up towards his face and shifted the black fabric up just above the bridge of his nose.

Your eyes danced in awe at the excitingly new sight of some of Brian’s face. Although not much, you noted the gruff look of his chin and the growing stubble to memory. His lips, although thin and stretched, seemed to frame his jaw perfectly. You’re sure that they would be a perfect complement to the rest of his face.

“Fuck,” he panted out, “didn’t need to fuckin’ edge me.” His gruff voice boomed at you, annoyance lacing his tone. 

“Didn’t want you to cum in my hand. I wanna taste it.” You hummed back at him, your hand moving to the glistening tip of his cock and gently rubbing it. In reaction to the pressure, you felt his cock pulse once again.

You removed your hand, instead scooting closer in between Brian’s legs and hovering your head over his cock. Slowly, your wet cavern sank down onto his length. A guttural groan escaped from his mouth, this time completely coherent since his mask wasn’t covering his mouth.

Slowly, your head bobbed up and down his length, your tongue lolling at the prominent vein on the underside of his cock. Groans escaped Brian’s mouth, his face pointed down to you, watching the way his groin disappeared between your lips only to return soaked in your spit. 

“Fuck, yeah, that’s it; keep suckin’,” Brian’s gruff voice filled the room. The television was still playing some random show in the background. The muffled voice of the television and the slurping coming from your mouth mixed together. A row of curses came from Brian’s mouth. "Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” his hips shifted, forcing his cock down your throat, your nose digging into the fluff of hair at his base. 

A gag left your mouth, Brian whimpering at the pleasure racing up his spine from the vibrations. You felt his cock twitch in your mouth, and then Brian’s hands grasped your head. He guided you down on his cock, picking up the pace exponentially as he neared his release. 

Your mouth was left open while Brian gagged you with his cock. Your hands fisted his thighs, short beet red marks left in your wake. 

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck,” Brian’s voice trailed off as you felt liquid pool in your mouth. Your eyes squinted close, your tongue savoring the bitter taste of Brian���s cum on your mouth. A loud groan left Brian’s mouth as he came into your mouth. Brian’s hands dropped from your head, his fists instead balling up in the couch. 

Slowly, you pulled your mouth away from him, being careful as to not spill the milky substance from your lips. You swallowed the liquid, small dribbles escaping the sides of your mouth. A smile formed on your mouth afterwards.

“That was good. Let’s recreate more of the was dreams you have of me sometime,” you winked at him, darting your tongue out to clean up the drops that escaped your lips.

[dadyscumslutprincess20]

Hi! May i request for a ryu shi oh x reader? Where reader found out she was pregnant by ryu shi oh and went to his office to suprise him but saw him with tsegtseg/nam-soon and decide to talk to him later at night and where reader also made dinner and waited for him for hours (yk the ep where ryu shi oh and nam-soon went on a restaurant) and asked him if he have eaten or not, and she felt insecure about it because he never eat without her, etc. Thanks in advance if you ever see this!

Pairing : Ryu sh oh x fem ! Reader (Korean and black )

(A/n~ sorry it been a minute I’ve been having trouble with something but I’m 21 now 🥰also trying to learn Korean so I’m might add it a bit here and there any fluent s Korean speaks please give feedback💕)

Genre : angst

Requested

Warning : pregnancy

Small summary : It was around 7:30 pm when you started to make dinner you knew that Ryu shi oh wouldn’t be home until 8:30 pm as he did even night if he would take longer he always let you know .. but what if he didn’t call ..and it’s now 10:00 at night

It was around 2:00 in the afternoon as you were sitting in the doctors office waiting for the doctor to come back in the room with whatever results that had to give you as you prayed in your head that it wasn’t anything serious

It’s been a few weeks since you started to feel sick and you weren’t the type to get sick so easily yet here you were in the doctors office since every morning you would vomit for up to 5 minutes even if you didn’t eat anything the night before

You would wake up some times with a throbbing headache not able to get out of bed from the pain as you would just cry yourself to sleep trying to ignore the pain in your head

Soon after you couldn’t eat things you would normally eat , if you ate your favorite foods or snacks you would have the urge to throw up or the smell would cause you to vomit after a while you couldn’t take it anymore which resulted in you being here

Letting out a sigh as your eyes scan around the huge office as the room was silent causing you to become a bit more nervous then you already were after a hour of waiting you hear the door open as your head looks in the direction of the door as you see the doctor enter the room a soft smile on her face as she walks further into the room the door closing slowly behind her

“Hi , reader how you feeling” Doctor Lee asks as she give you a caring smile giving you a glance before looking back at her clipboard in her hands

“Fine..” reader says nervously as your eyes never leave the doctors figure as she stands in front of you a few feet away as she writes something down

“That’s good , so you seem to be completely healthy nothing to worry about but we also have some thing else we wanted to talk to you about” Doctor Lee says as she stops writing on her clipboard as she looks at you with a smile

“Is there something else ?..” reader asks as Doctor Lee nods her head up and down the same soft smile on her face as she continues to look at you

“What is it..” reader says softly as your now waiting for what she was going to stay as your brows furrowed

“So all test came back great but .. the pregnancy test came back positive, your pregnant we don’t know how far along yet so we need the make you a follow up appointment” Doctor Lee says to you as she give you a smile

After setting up your follow up appointment with Doctor Lee giving her a quick good bye once your appointment was over as you head out of the office towards the front desk as Doctor Lee informs them about your appointment taking down your information before you quickly head out of the building

Getting inside the car as the driver held your door open as you held a small smile on your face making sure to have the driver stop at a new by store as you wanted to get a gift for Ryu shi oh and let him know the good news

After purchasing the gift and a gift bag to put it in you then head for Ryu Shi oh which you knew he would be at would in his office luckily for you it was only a few block from the store you came out of

Once you arrived at the building (forgot the name of it) grabbing the gift as you head inside the building fretting the workers as you pass by as you give most a warm smile since most faces looked knew as you head towards the elevator pressing the open button waiting for the elevator to open as you step inside the elevator quickly pressing the top floor button

Since Ryu shi oh’s office was on the top floor of the building no one that he didn’t give permission or wasn’t some one he had a least a bit of trust in wasn’t allowed on the top floor

Stepping out of the elevator as you held a huge smile on your face holding the gift bag in both hands as you walk down the long hallway as the sound of your heels echo through out the empty halls

As you got closer to the office doors you heard a giggle tighten your hold on the bag as you start to feel a bit nervous as thoughts start to run through your mind

Stopping in front of the door as you notice that one of the doors was left cracked a bit , taking a deep breath as you quietly poke your head in the room but not to much so you wouldn’t be noticed

Eyes slightly widening as you notice a women in the room with Ryu Shi Oh as you breathing becomes a bit heavy .. she was leaning super close to him as she sat on his desk but that wasn’t the thing that caught your eye .. it was the way he was smiling at her the same smile he only ever showed you

Feeling a tap on your shoulder as you jump a bit turning to see his guard as he stood over you looking down at you without saying a word quickly giving him the gift as you tell him to give it to Shi oh before walking down the hall

Letting out a sigh as you turn to look at the clock the hung in the kitchen to the right side of the dining table , that was 5 hours ago .. standing from the table as you pick up your empty plate heading to the kitchen as you place it inside the dish washer before going in the living room turning on {favorite show} as I sat and waited

After half a hour you heard the front door open as it closed a few minutes after , sighing as you hear Ryu Shi oh take off his work shoes as he walks into the house turning to see you sitting on the couch as he walks over to give you a kiss

“Did you eat..” reader says with no emotion eyes not leaving the tv

“Yea , why are you still up?” Ryu Shi oh asks as he sits down beside you once he realized you weren’t going to give him a kiss as you usually would making him a bit confused

“ 너 창녀랑 재밌게 놀아?” Reader says as she turns to Shi oh giving him a cold look before turning back towards the tv

(Translation: Do you have fun with prostitutes?)

“What..” Ryu Shi oh says as let looks at you

“What are you talking about” He finishes waiting for your reply as you chuckle before standing to your feet as you turn to look at him once more

“Don’t act dumb, yah , I came to see today the tell you about our baby that I just found out about only for you the be giggling up with a whore not only that you ate with her didn’t you” reader says eyes not leaving his once

“ 대답도 하지 말고그냥..소파에서자요 응?..”readers says as she lets out a sigh breaking eye contact with Ryu Shi oh as she starts to feel more hurt

Translation : Don’t even answer, just .. sleep on the sofa , okay?

“ 아침에 얘기하자” reader finishes as she turns on her heels leaving a dumb founded Ryu Shi oh as he tries to process the new information now realizing he had to fix it before it was to late

Translation: Let’s talk in the morning

[graysnetwork]

Imagining Wesker have a crush on you 😽

SECRET ADMIRER

Notes— I saw a story where Wesker leaves a bouquet of flowers on readers desk so this is inspired by that fic (I cannot find it which sucks) (also I’m working on requests rn)

Warnings: mention of almost dying(if you squint), reader is depicted as a women, nickname/pet name; good girl, and sweetheart.

Summary: it’s your birthday and a few gifts have been left on your desk, but there’s no name signed off in the card left for you. It seems like you have a secret admirer.

You entered the building, you were a few minutes late since you drank a bit last night, you had some drinks when it turned to 12am because it was finally your birthday, you were 24 and hopefully Jill and Chris would stop teasing you.

You knew they only teased you cause you were the rookie but it still got annoying sometimes.

Jill and Chris were smirking, and whispering to each other, you ignored them because they always talked but kept their voices quiet as to not draw attention, perhaps they were talking about an assignment?

You reached your desk and saw a bouquet of flowers, a teddy bear, and your favorite candy. You turned to Jill and Chris again and they were already staring back at you; still smirking, so you assumed that they gave you the gifts. Jill walked up to you as you were about to say thank you to the both of them “you got a boyfriend rookie?” Jill asked, your brow’s furrowed, and you were more confused than ever.

“W-what? No! I thought you guys got me these?” You told her, Jill’s smirk dropped and now she was the confused one, Chris got up from his seat, and was already chuckling “so you got a secret admirer?” Chris said. And you looked back at the gifts.

You noticed the card, you picked it up and began to read it, Jill and Chris read it as well over your shoulder and it said

“happy birthday Y/n, I hope you enjoy the gifts I got you, please don’t get too drunk today”

Chris chuckled again at the ending of the note, but you were still not laughing, you were confused and wanted an answer, who gifted you all of this?

Meanwhile Wesker was watching from afar, you had always been his favorite member, it only took him a few more months to realize that he just had a crush on you, but he denied it himself, Albert Wesker; with a crush? Nope! Not possible.

Plus you were too young for him, and it would probably be breaking rules to ask a coworker on a date, and you were probably uninterested in him.

He watched you ask Chris and Jill “are you guys serious? Like you guys didn’t get me these?” and watched them shake their heads no.

He wanted to go up to you and tell you it was from him, but that was definitely gonna end weirdly, for both you and him. So he stood there, still watching.

“Y’know what! I’ll just figure it out later! I have to finish my reports, I don’t have time to figure out who these are from” you told the two and sat down in your chair as they left to their own desks, to work on their own files.

—

Still the thought was in the back of your mind, the flowers were lovely, and the bear was cute, and the candy was nice, but you still wanted to know who this was from. you couldn’t get it out of your head the whole time you were finishing your papers.

You finished a while before six twenty and you were checking through all your reports making sure that you didn’t have anything left, Jill came up from behind and put her hands on your shoulders, “y/n, we’re going out to the bar, come with us!” She told you, you obliged and got up, “don’t forget your gifts rookie” Chris told you and walked out the door, you went back to grab your things off your desk and Jill continued to walk out.

“I’ll wait for you outside” she said before leaving, you picked up your gifts and suddenly felt a pair of eyes on you, you turned around and caught your captain walking by you, “oh, sorry you scared me sir” you apologized. He didn’t say anything and his eyes fell on your hand which we’re grabbing the flowers.

“You enjoying your gifts?” He spoke suddenly, “uhm, yeah, I wish the person had signed their name though” you said looking at the card remembering what it’s said inside.

“I was, planning on writing my name but, I thought Chris would peek and read it, so i didn’t” he said, your eyes widened, and you could feel the heat rising on your cheeks, your superior gave you these?

“It was you?” You asked, as if he hadn’t already said so. He nodded, “oh” you said, swallowing your saliva for your throat that had turned dry. “Do you like the flowers? I didn’t know what kind you’d like” he asked, “mhm” you nodded as well, this was a bit awkward for you.

“Thank you sir” you said, you wanted to try and keep this as professional as possible but it was getting incredibly hard. Seeing as you had crushing on him for quite some time now.

“Happy birthday” he told you as he wrapped his arms around and gave you a hug, a hug, was this some kind of joke? Or was this a dream? What was going on, your stone cold captain was giving you a hug, the only other time he ever gave you a “hug” was when he saved your ass from getting killed and he had to carry you.

What the fuck was going on?

“U-uhm, thank you” you repeated and hugged him back, it felt perfect, the temperature, cause you were warm and he was cold and it was the perfect balance, and you felt the heat from your cheeks start to disappear when his cold grasp was on you.

He pulled away but his arms were still around you, or, more correct, they were around your waist. And the blush came back, “i-” you barely managed to get it out before you were cut off by his lips on yours, you didn’t even know who leaned in. Let’s just say it was mutual and the two of you both wanted to go in for the kiss!

His lips on yours were amazing, felt so euphoric, and he could taste the cherry chapstick that you used. His hands let go of on another other and he placed them on either side of your hips with a firm grip. And you placed your hands on his shoulders.

You pulled away first to catch your breath, and now that you weren’t entranced by him, you thought to yourself. This had to be a dream.

There’s no way you were actually making out with your captain and he was kissing you back, were your gonna wake up in your bed and have to face him at work later? You hoped not but you were afraid this was too good to be true.

He chuckled and you were knocked you of your thoughts by his voice “you alright there sweetheart? You look a bit red there” he teased you. And you looked down to hide your face but he quickly reacted and took your face and lifted your head up to look at him. “So adorable” he said, he sounded like he was telling himself that. And your face got even more flushed and heated.

“Maybe I should get going… I don’t want Jill to ask anything” you told him, and he chuckled. He knew you just didn’t want anybody to suspect anything. Especially since you two were the only ones left inside the building.

“How about I take you to dinner? Wouldn’t want you to go to the same shitty bar again? I’ll take you somewhere nice” he asked. You were so stunned right now, you were still waiting to wake up.

“I- I don’t know Wesker-” you said, and his brows went in such a way that made him look like he was begging you to say yes.

“Yeah, I’ll go out with you” you said, your mouth moved faster than your brain, “great, now go tell Jill and the others, you have something very important to do” he ordered. “okay, I’ll go do that” you said nodding as your hands traveled down to his forearms to get out of his grip.

“Good girl” he said, and you realized right then and there, that you wanted to be praised so much by your captain.

[jiggy-manda]

hiiii

please write about Amanda Young x fem!reader :)

she gets very jealous and furry when someone flirts with us :)))))

jealous!amanda young x fem!reader

warnings: none… age gap kinda? obv amanda is in her 30s but reader is in her 20s so just take that how you will

wc: 1.6k

your situation with jigsaw and the apprentices was… different.

you weren’t an apprentice, per se, but you also weren’t completely a victim; you floated around somewhere in between. like a middle-man, almost. you were never directly involved with the crimes, though you were definitely knowledgeable of them. you’d been tested as well, but for some reason it seemed like your test wasn’t… as brutal.

you’d talked to amanda a few times, mainly when you were begging to be let go and she was busy laughing at you. some part of you kind of thought she went easy on you, but you couldn’t tell if that was true or if it was just you making up things to cope with what had happened.

ever since your test, you’d been staying with john and the apprentices— which you later learned was not normal for other jigsaw victims. you never found out why, but there was always a slight feeling in your brain that the lingering looks from his female apprentice had something to do with it.

either way, it was something you chose not to dwell on because you knew it would only lead to more questions and more disappointment.

it felt pointless to continue stewing over it, so for the next few minutes you continued on in your notebook, writing down different plans john or the apprentices had mentioned over time and looking over the new list of people and their offenses.

you were so busy reading a file on some new contraption that you didn’t even notice the shadowy figure suddenly hovering above you.

mark hoffman was perched on the side of your desk with one leg hanging off the edge. “what are you working on?”

amanda quietly scoffed at his presence from her makeshift bedroom, a bit in shock that you would even entertain the man. you, on the other hand, were just looking for a way to exit the conversation with him.

looking up at mark, you quickly realized he was way too close— you could smell his cologne, or lack thereof.

she tried not to keep looking at you, but amanda couldn’t help but stare. she smirked as she watched, noting how you subtly crinkled your nose when he leaned towards you.

amanda has never liked hoffman. hoffman, not mark— she’d never dare give him the pleasure of addressing him by his name. she never liked him, but she disliked him even more when he interacted with you. in the back of her mind, a small part of her thought he just continued to talk to you simply to piss her off. he’s not completely clueless; he knows how to push amanda’s buttons. he’d probably talk to you even if he didn’t like you just to fuel his vendetta against the small brunette.

she didn’t like it when he was around you.

“…oh, you know. just, traps and stuff, i guess…”

“you guess?” he laughed at that. “c’mon sweetheart, you gotta have more confidence than that.”

you sighed, setting down the pencil you’d been holding to look up at him. “do you need something, mark?”

“oh come on, don’t be like that,” he replied. “you barely talk to any of us! i’m just trying to get to know you.”

you looked down at the hands you had eventually clasped and set against your desk. you then gave him a tight smile. “okay… what do you want to know?”

he grinned. “you got a boyfriend?”

you instinctively recoiled back, hoping the disgust you felt didn’t show on your face. if you asked amanda, she would’ve said it did— but she wasn’t even watching, of course not.

taking a moment to clear your throat, you met his gaze to respond. “no, i don’t.”

the brooding woman in her makeshift bedroom finally spoke up, sarcasm dripping from her voice. “but i’m sure she’d love to hear a proclamation of love from a man twice her age.”

he turned his head towards amanda, the force of his movements causing even his body to shuffle. “can’t you just mind your business?” he shot back.

you were planning on jumping in, eventually— but the decision of what to say was still playing around in your mind. to be fair, you were in a borderline cult of serial killers, so your sexual preferences really should be the least of their concerns.

“whatever you say, old man. im just pointing out the obvious, that’s all. i don’t think a woman your age would even go for you, honestly.” the corner of amanda’s lip turned into a grin when she saw mark’s hand twitch.

“you know what, smartass?” he said, slamming his palms on your desk as he stood up. “you wanna say that again? what the hell is your problem?”

amanda pushed herself off of the perch she called a bed. “you’re my problem, asshat. you think you’re so much better than me and everyone else just because you’re some high class detective who’s never failed a drug test in his life,” she spat out.

mark got closer to amanda, nearly backing her up to one of the desks close by. at this point, your brain had finally started working again, so you rushed to get between the two.

“okay, can we please be a bit rational here?”

you were facing mark, watching as the upper part of his mouth twitched, and you just managed to keep a straight face when amanda mumbled something about ‘his lip injections going haywire.’

“and can you please sit down?” you finally addressed both of them. they both grumbled as they made their own separate ways to take their places.

clearing your throat, you returned to your seat and ran your hands through your hair. “she’s not completely wrong,” you said as you faced the man who’d started this whole thing. “i don’t mind if someone’s older than me,” you started, looking back at amanda to correct her comment.

you looked back at mark, studying his face before finishing your statement. “but i don’t date men.”

amanda, for once, was happy your attention was focused on mark and not herself. she did not need you to see the shock (intrigue) on her face at that revelation.

mark just stared at you for a few moments, not quite sure what to say.

“oh.”

“yeah,” you started, your face starting to heat up at all the attention on you. it didn’t help that the topic of the matter was your sexuality and love life. “so. um… yeah.”

“then… you got a girlfriend?”

amanda perked up at this, wishing she could appear less interested.

“nope,” you let out with a sigh. “but it’s whatever. i like it here anyways, working on traps and helping out.”

“sure,” he said, scanning the room. it seemed like he didn’t really know what to do at that point… it was clear that flirting with you was his only objective, so it’s not like you had anything else to talk about. “i’m gonna go ask john about one of the next traps but i’ll be back soon.”

you nodded, while amanda gave a “yeah, whatever.” you tried not to laugh at their back-and-forth demeanor. it was clear they didn’t like each other— though, you weren’t a very big fan of mark either. you had a hard time believing anyone was, really.

amanda, however… you weren’t quite sure how to feel about her. you never interacted much; mark made more of an effort to talk to you, and you didn’t even like him. if anything, you were confused by amanda.

she didn’t really talk to you, but for some reason it was like she didn’t want anyone else talking to you either. on the rare times that she did give you more than a few minutes of her attention, she would snap at anyone who interrupted the conversation— anyone besides john, of course.

“so you’re gay?”

the question struck you out of your thoughts, nearly making you jump. you turned and faced amanda completely, pausing a few minutes to take in her presence.

“yeah.”

“cool.”

a few silent seconds passed before amanda spoke again with a slight smile playing at her face. “me too.”

“yeah?” you tilted your head, meeting her eyes.

“yeah… and i really didn’t like seeing hoffman flirt with you,” she replied.

you paused, not sure whether you should push it any further. “amanda young,” you said with a dramatic gasp. “were you… jealous?”

she immediately scoffed, rolling her eyes where she stood. “you wish.”

“i think you were,” you replied, taking a step closer. you tilted your head to the side and looked into her eyes. “i’m not stupid, amanda. you’re not subtle in the way you snap at everyone who tries to interact with me.”

her face slightly flushed at that. “that’s not true,” she sputtered out. “i snap at everyone.”

“pfft, yeah, whatever,” you let out.

“im serious,” she said, taking hold of your arm. you looked down at your arm and then back up at her, raising your brow. she quickly let go of it and brought her arm back. “i just don’t like people,” she reasoned. “it’s nothing personal.”

“sure.”

“whatever,” she huffed out. if looks could kill, you would’ve been six feet under by now. you didn’t know a small body could hold so much rage, but you figured you’d save the psychoanalytics for later.

it was clear that you’d gotten under her skin, and a small part of you felt a bit of pride that you’d gotten the usually stoic girl to stutter and blush.

you grinned, making your way back to your desk covered in blueprints and plans. “and amanda,” you started. “let me know if you ever want to… collaborate.”

a/n: yayyyy more amanda fics 😙😙 this was really fun to write <3 i might make another part? idk i feel like leaving the ending open was kinda fun 🫣

[d3vils-island]

It’s Criminal (79’)

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Dave Mustaine x Fem!reader

1,569 words

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Important Authors Note!!!: I originally came up with this idea when I found out Dave stole his first guitar! So this is where the fanfic idea came from.

Description: You decide to rob a guitar store for some quick, easy cash. However, you never expected to run into your ex high school boyfriend…

Warnings: PORN W/ PLOT!!! (As always, I’ll mark with three “^” when the good part starts) p in v, creampies, reader is on top, cowgirl position, praise.

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You creeped your car through the back of the shopping mall, your lights off, trying to find the backdoor to the music store. Your eyes traveled from door to door, finally landing on the one that said “Guitar Center”.

“Perfect.” You muttered, pulling your car up to the side of the building, parking it and getting out. You opened the door to the backseat, grabbing your bag that had a flashlight, knife, etc. You walked up to the door and cut your knife through the slit that the lock was on, opening it silently and propping the door open with a rock that was to the side.

As soon as you entered, you starting swiping anything you could re-sell. Guitar strings? Might come in handy. Picks? Heck yea. Oh, and don’t forget about all the guitars in the wall.

You started grabbing two guitars at a time by the necks, bringing them out to your car and tossing them in the trunk. Just as you finished putting two in there, you heard someone’s footsteps behind you.

Startled, you grabbed the knife out of your pocket and turned to see who it was, but no one was there. The only thing that could be heard was crickets chirping and the wind through the trees. You quietly stepped in the door, looking around the guitar center to see if anyone was there.

“I must be fucking crazy.” You whispered to yourself, turning down an isle of the store. A shadowy figure suddenly jumped out from the aisle, grabbing you by the shirt and pinning you against one of the shelves.

“What the fuck!?” You yelled as the stranger grabbed you. The moonlight through the door abled you to get a glimpse of the persons face. Dark eyes and long curly hair.

They had their forearm up against your neck, causing you to gasp for air. You put your hands up, expecting it to be an officer who trapped you. “Why are you here?” The man asked, his voice sounding a bit familiar.

“Wait a minute…” you muttered once you realized who was in front of you. “Dave??” You questioned. The man’s gaze softened and the pressure on your neck lightened.

“No fucking way…” he muttered. Dave let go of you, backing away. You gently rubbed the part of your neck he put his forearm on as it was a little sore.

When he moved, the moonlight let you get a better view of him, confirming he was who you thought he was. “What are you doing-“ before he could finish, there was police sirens and lights coming through the storefronts windows.

“Shit! We gotta go!” You yelled, grabbing his arm and taking him out to your car. He quickly got in the passenger seat as you got in the drivers seat, starting the vehicle and driving off off, making sure your lights were still off.

“Fuck! My car’s still back there!” Dave groaned. You swerved the car down another street. “We’ll just have to get it in the morning, as long as you parked it and turned it off.”

A few turns later, and the sirens couldn’t be heard, so you turned onto the curb and parked your car, turning it off.

Your hands were shaking and your heart was pounding. You turned to look at Dave and he has a pissed off expression on.

“You seriously just had to fuck up everything.” He groaned, crossing his arms.

“I’m sorry?” You paused. “I fucked up everything? Nothing would have happened if you weren’t there! I bet it was your dumbass who set off the silent alarm!” You shoved his shoulder out of frustration.

“Yeah? Well at least you got to keep the pawned shit. I bet the cops are gonna look in my car, see the stolen stuff, then run my fucking license plate, and I’ll get arrested!” He lashed out.

You two bickered for a while, and eventually, you saw the red and blue lights in your peripheral. The sirens getting louder and louder with every passing second.

“No fucking way…” you whispered, cutting Dave off from finishing his insult. You bent down in your seat, getting out of view from the window. Dave followed after you, waiting for the cops to pass.

Thankfully, the police just drove by and didn’t stop next to you. Your heart was pounding even harder than before, and you heard Dave’s staggered breaths next to you.

Once the red and blue lights were no longer visible, you sat up, taking a long needed breath.

“I can’t believe I ran into you there out of all places.” You sighed, looking over at Dave.

It’s been a while since you two have seen each other. You remember meeting him once or twice at his gas station, but ever since high school, you two haven’t talked. What’s even funnier is you two were high school sweethearts, but since you graduated you’ve just drifted apart.

“You good?” He asked, snapping you out of your trance, realizing that he had been talking to you the whole time you were zoned out. “Huh? No yea, I’m good.” You paused, glancing into his eyes one more time. “What did you say?”

“I said that I’ve missed you.” Dave gazed at you. His lips formed a slight smile, and your heart started pounding in your chest. You stuttered over your words, not knowing how to react. Did you miss his warm touch? His laugh? His smile? Yes. Were you made he didn’t at all try and stay in touch with you? Yes— but now was the time to make up for all of that.

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You leaned over the center console, grabbing Dave by the back of his neck and pressing your lips against his. It took Dave a moment to realize what was happening, but then he started moving his lips in sync with yours. His hands slid onto your hips, rubbing small circles with his thumb.

You parted your lips from his, staring into his eyes. His hair was messed up— courtesy of you— and his lips were slightly apart, along with his breath being heavy and his face being a deep shade of red.

“I’ve missed this…” he groaned, slamming you into another kiss. Your tongues collided, fighting for dominance before you submitted, allowing him to take over your mouths. His hands slid under the thin fabric that was your shirt, moving to take it off before you grabbed his hands and stopped him, jerking your head towards the back seat.

“Don’t have to tell me twice…” he cooed, opening the car door and getting into the backseat with you.

Once you two crawled in the back, your hands started roaming each other’s bodies desperately, taking off every article of clothing you could from one another. The cold air hit your delicate skin, causing you to shiver, but Dave’s warm hands roaming your body made you feel better. Once every piece of cloth was discarded on to the floorboard and you two were bare, Dave started kissing every part of you like he hadn’t in years; which was true. His butterfly kisses trailed across your body, and you couldn’t help but giggle.

His hands gripped your hips while you sat up, pressing your finger tips against his chest. He leaned back, watching you climb in top of him. He couldn’t control how exited he was to see you on top of him, a smirk tugging at his lips. You bent down, tangling your mouths together one last time before you started to sink onto his already rock-hard cock, both of your moans interrupting the kiss.

Once his entire length was nestled inside you, you sat for a moment, adjusting to the sudden feeling.

“So good for me…” He cooed, his words giving you a butterfly feeling in your stomach. Once you adjusted, you started to moving up and down on him, feeling his tip reach the deepest parts of you. Once you started moving, his grip on your hips tightened, his nails creating crescent-shaped red marks.

You supported yourself by having your hands on his shoulders, your mind clouded with pleasure as you sped up your pace, staring to grind.

Both of your grunts filled the car, the windows clouded from the contrast of temperature outside and that inside. You started to feel your body get tired, but you continued nonetheless.

As your grinding continued, you felt a wave of pleasure come closer and closer to the edge, threatening to fall off and crash over your tired and sweaty self. Your grip tightened on Dave shoulders, “fuck, I’m so close…” you whined out, increasing your pace. His grip tightened as well, definitely leaving obscene marks on your pretty skin.

“Fuck! Don’t stop-“ he grunted. You felt the string inside you tighten even more, before it finally snapped, pure ecstasy crashed over you as you rode out your high. You felt Dave cum inside you, his hot release filling you up.

You climbed off Dave and laid against his chest, too tired to put your clothes back on. Sweat dripped down your body and your legs shook. Dave gently rubbed his hand against your back as you listened to his heartbeat.

“I can’t believe my night ended up like this,” He paused as you both looked at each other.

“And it’s a night I wouldn’t change at all.”

[bordysbae]

Can I please get 11 with barzy

“wrong team”

mathew barzal x female reader

11. “can i get your number?”

i hope it’s okay i kind of changed it from number to instagram since it was more fitting! if you want me to change it to number just lmk!! <3

“i cannot believe that you’re wearing a wild jersey right now, you should be ashamed” your friend jackson exclaims. “oh hush, when we beat the islanders i’ll laugh in your face” “yeah yeah whatever you think,” he says. “honestly i cant believe we’re even sitting with you, aren’t you embarrassed to be wearing a minnesota jersey at the home of the islanders?!” your other friend sierra jokes, earning a chuckle from both you and jackson. “okay okay quit it you two” you roll your eyes playfully.

clearly you’re a minnesota wild fan, but you’re living in new york. you and your best friends got tickets to a wild vs islanders game, and somehow managed to get tickets not only right by the ice, but also next to the penalty box. the teams begin to come out for warmups and you and your friends watch as the players skate right by you. although you don’t really care for any of the islanders players, of course you know who they are. you begin to look at your phone as sierra and jackson fan over their favorite players, until suddenly someone bumps into the glass right in front of you, causing you to flinch. you instantly look up and see none other than mathew barzal looking back at you. he has a disappointed look on his face and you shrug out of confusion. he points to your jersey, and you start laughing.

“wrong team” he mouths to you before skating off. you’re stood there in shock as sierra and jackson freak out over what just happened. “holy shit y/n! that was insane! why are you not freaking out?!” “i am! but i don’t really care for the islanders, let alone the one and only cocky mathew barzal.” you chuckle, making your friends roll their eyes at you. suddenly before the teams exit the ice to change into their game jerseys, mat comes back to where you and your friends are standing. he’s holding a puck in his hand, and he tosses it over, making sure only you get it.

your mouth falls agape out of pure confusion. why is he giving me a puck if i’m wearing the opposing teams jersey?? you think to yourself. as you look at the puck you notice something written along the side of it in semi-sloppy silver handwriting. you audibly gasp as you read what was written across the puck, grabbing both of your friends attention. “what?! what does it say?” sierra asks. “it says, ‘can i get your insta?’ on it!” “no way, you’re lying!” jackson says. “i’m not look!” you hand him the puck, and he starts to read it. “how do i give him my instagram?” you question. “ma’am i thought you ‘didn’t care for mathew barzal’ or am i hearing things” sierra pokes your side. “shut up, he’s hot and he’s an nhl player who asked for my instagram. now help me figure out how to get him my insta!” “the game is starting, we’ll figure it out later!” jackson says as he puts his phone away.

turns out there was no need to figure it out later, because mat had a plan all along. 12 minutes into the first period mat “accidentally” got a penalty for high sticking. as he skates his way into the penalty box, you watch as he smiles at you. you instantly grab your phone and type in large letters your instagram username, which thankfully is something simple. mat nods, as he exits the penalty box and returns back to the ice.

after the game is over you don’t have much luck with getting any other chances of communicating with mat, and you assume he’s already forgotten your name, that’s until a notification appears on your phone.

barzal97 has requested to follow you.

you gasp, shocked that he must’ve written down your name during intermission, or that he remembered it. either way he was being totally serious, and you still couldn’t comprehend. after a few minutes of panicking, you press accept and you start following him back.

mat: hey, i didn’t forget your name!

you: after all the effort you put in to learn it, i’d really hope you wouldn’t forget it

mat: luckily i didn’t. anyways, i have a couple questions for you

you: alright shoot ‘em at me

mat: well first, what brings you, what im assuming to be a minnesotan, to new york?

you: work and college. i went to nyu and now im living here full time.

mat: ah i see, yet you’re not an islanders fan aye?

you: my best friends are, they both grew up here. that’s who i was with tonight

mat: i see i see, although you’re rooting for the wrong team, i was wondering if maybe i could take you out sometime.

you: hmm i’d have to see. i think i’m pretty busy rooting for the wrong team, mr. barzal

mat: how’s friday at 7?

you: perfect.

[luvyurself]

pumpkin patch

a/n : I NEED HIM DEAD PART TWO.

flufftober masterlist

c/w : she/her pronouns, kokichi, don’t remind me of 2020 quarantine I was his biggest fan, it’s a bit short sorry :(, I had a hard time with this one wah, that’s why it’s late lmao, he gives you second hand embarrassment cause he is embarrassing.

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the giddy steps of her boyfriend ran ahead of her, him turning around and giving her a big grin, “come on, slowpoke! all the good ones will be gone by the time you come here!” he whined, pulling on the end of his sweater as he watched her.

she rolled her eyes, walking closer to him, “calm down, kichi, there’s gonna be a lot for us to pick.” she watch him run to her and grab her hand to pull along.

“not if you don’t pick up the pace!” he stated, making her stumble a bit as he pulled her through people, making her give quick apologies for the both of them.

she didn’t plan on being out today, hoping to just unwind and sit in her home watching whatever mind dulling tv show she could find.

until she was pulled out of her home by kokichi, the ever so persistent man that he was, practically going to pull her out of her home to go to the pumpkin patch.

she was going to deny it and make up some excuse, until he pulled the quick quiver of his lips and was about to burst into his crocodile tears before she stopped him.

she couldn’t deal with the second hand embarrassment from that.

the dirt mixed with hay crunched beneath their feet, bumping into his back and when he made a sudden stop.

she took a glimpse at the wide smile and excited expression, taking in the seemingly endless row of pumpkins in the field.

her heart fluttered at the sight

a much more relaxed smile etched across her face, “you better find the best looking pumpkin here.”

kokichi grinned, bringing a finger up to tap her nose, “only the best for my lovely girlfriend.” he then scurried with her in tow to look at the pumpkins, practically hopping in his place as he scanned the area.

they spent the next few minutes looking at each fruit, commenting on how they look and him trying to figure out how many he should get for his little prank group.

of course they would have to come back later, since they had no way to carry more than two.

he finally found the perfect ones, pointing to them, “look, look! those ones!” she looked at where he was pointing, spotting two giant ones.

she quirked a brow at that, “um…they’re kinda big, don’t you think?”

kokichi waved her off dismissively, letting go of her hand to go and try and lift one, “oh don’t be a debbie downer, they are perfectly-“ he goes to try and pick it up.

key word try.

he strained a bit, puffing out his cheeks as he did so. she stood by, feeling some eyes on them as she pulled her hair to shield her eyes from the second hand embarrassment she was currently facing.

after a show of the amount of strength he had (aka none), he finally pulled himself back up, his face flushed and heavy breathing.

he gasped, practically out of breath from trying to carry something half his size and more than he weighed, “….okayyyyyy maybe a smaller one will do.”

she found herself stifling a giggle when he walked back to her, gripping his hand once more as she brought it up to her lips to kiss his knuckles, “at least you tried.” she spoke, making his already flushed face more darker as he pouted his lips.

“shuddup…” he mumbled, pressing his body closer to her as they walked to continue to search.

[thefallennightmare]

Moment of Weakness-two

*credit to whoever created the gif. found on google/Pinterest *

Pairings: Mob!Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: language, smut, angst, fluff, affair, cheating, violence.

Summary: Reader is the assistant to New York's most feared mob boss, James Buchanan Barnes. He had the picture-perfect life: status in the mob, friends, and beautiful wife. So why can't he keep his mind and eyes off of reader?

Authors Notes: Tags are open if you're interested!

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The winter air of New York brushed past me as I quickly entered the office, shaking off the cold and snow from my hair. The weekend had come to an end, a lonely and quiet weekend, so I was glad to be back at work. As I closed the distance between the front door and my desk, I was shocked when my eyes landed on the figure sitting in my chair. 

“Oh, I didn’t know you were taking over my job today. I could have stayed home in my warm bed,” I joked. 

Bucky smiled. “My job is one thing but there’s no way I could do what you do.” 

I hung up my jacket and bags on the coat rack that was behind my desk. “Do you need me to do something?” 

“I had a few minutes before my first meeting so I wanted to check in with you, see how you’re doing.” 

“So far so good,” I nodded. “It’s easy work.” 

Bucky’s brow peaked while he leaned back in the chair. “Oh really?”

My one hand sprawled on the desk while I leaned into it, the other hand on my hip. 

“I thought that since I was working for a mob gang that I would be cleaning up blood or hiding bodies but all I’ve done is run coffee and make copies.” 

I shrugged; eyes locked with Bucky’s. “Maybe you’re a big softy, who knows.” 

The sarcasm was evident in my voice. 

A low chuckle rumbled from Bucky’s chest and he slowly stood, the height of him towered over me. His bright eyes shined as he slowly licked his lips, our faces so close but not close enough. I could feel my heart jump into my throat causing my breath to get caught. 

He smelled over cedarwood, like the outdoors, and it comforted me almost instantly. 

“Has anyone ever told you that you can be a smartass?” His voice was low, husky, and it caused my core to twitch. 

I cleared my throat. “Once or twice.” 

The air shifted around us as his hand began to slowly raise, ready to move the loose strand of hair that fell into my eyes. I sucked in a breath as I felt his soft touch tuck it behind my ear, his vibranium fingers lingering on the skin of my neck. 

My fingers spread over his wide chest and I marveled at the way it felt beneath. They began to graze down but the front door opened, her petite voice calling for Bucky. I hurriedly stepped away from him, creating enough distance between us. 

“I brought breakfast!” Natasha smiled while holding up a brown bag. 

Bucky’s gaze stayed on me for a few moments before looking towards his wife and plastered a smile on his face. “I didn’t know you were coming by.” 

They shared a kiss which caused me to look down at my feet, suddenly feeling very out of place. 

“You rushed out this morning and you didn’t eat so I thought I would surprise you.”

It was almost as if she was avoiding me, not bothering to look my way, which I didn’t find myself complaining about. As they shared yet another kiss, I did my best to leave them be, but my feet haltered when Bucky’s voice sounded in my ears. 

“Can you cancel my first meeting?” 

I raised a brow. “Are you sure? It’s with Mr. Stark and he’s been trying to get a meeting with you for the last month.” 

Bucky cursed with his hands on his hips. 

“I’m sure he would understand, right? Breakfast with your wife should come first,” Natasha said. 

I couldn’t stop the way my eyes rolled. 

“I can see if he’s fine with meeting later. You’ve got an hour free for lunch. I don’t think it’ll take that long, right?” I suggested. 

The smile that pulled at Bucky’s lips made my heart flutter. 

“That should work. Thank you, Y/N.” 

I watched with sad eyes as the two of them walked into his office, his hand on her lower back. 

“Hi, Mr. Stark. This is Y/N calling from Mr. Barnes office again. Something came up and he won’t be able to make his ten o'clock meeting. I’m wondering if there was any way we could push it back to one this afternoon. Give me a call back at this number. Thank you.” 

I hung up the phone and rubbed my eyes with a sigh. I had spent the last hour trying to get a hold of Mr. Stark, only to be met with his voicemail. 

“Hopefully he gets the voicemail before it’s too late,” I grumbled to myself. 

Suddenly, there was a noise coming from the wall behind me and when the sound of a woman moaning grazed my ears, my stomach fell into the pits of my stomach. 

“Oh, Bucky. It's so good.” 

I cleared my throat and did my best to block out their moans, keeping my attention on my work.

You wish it was you, though. 

I mentally smacked the thought away and hummed a tune to myself. It worked for a bit; the moans started to sound farther away. 

“Is Bucky busy?” 

I looked away from my computer and gave Steve a warm smile. “Yeah, Natasha is-.” 

We both heard a very loud crash followed by Bucky’s deep moans. It caused my insides to burn and I discreetly adjusted myself, hoping the itch would subside. I remembered the feeling of his vibranium fingers on the skin of my neck and I bit the inside of my cheek to keep the moan quiet.

“How long has that been going on?” Steve nodded behind me. 

“Way too fucking long,” I grumbled.

He noticed that I had been bothered by the sounds coming from Bucky’s office so Steve sat on the edge of my desk next to me and looked down towards me.

“I need your honest opinion about something,” he said, stretching out his long legs. 

I leaned back in my chair while looking up at him. “About?” 

Steve ran a hand through his long hair in an attempt to get it out of his face. “I’ve been thinking about cutting my hair back to how it used to be; short.” 

My eyes doubled in size. “No way. You can't. I can’t even imagine you with short hair and clean shaven.” 

Steve chuckled and scratched at his beard. “It used to be my look back in the day.” 

I snorted. “Back in the day? How old are you?” 

“Way too old, I feel,” he laughed with me. 

“But honestly, don’t cut your hair,” I said while raising to my feet. My fingers messed with his long locks. “I like it this way.” 

His chest rumbled in bliss as I gently scratched his head and his fingers ghosted over my thigh. 

“What are you doing tonight?” Steve asked. 

My fingers were now twirling in the ends of his hair. “Are you asking me out, Rogers?” 

He shrugged. “One drink?” 

I gnawed on my bottom lip, weighing the decision in my mind. There was chemistry between us, it would be wrong to deny myself that especially since the one my heart had yearned for was unavailable. 

The door clicked open behind me, Natasha and Bucky walking out. She was busy fixing her blouse that she didn’t notice Steve and I; Bucky, however, did. 

Bucky’s eyes darkened as he took in the sight of us, Steve’s hand on my hip while I continued to mess with the hairs at the back of his neck. 

“What’s going on here?” He questioned. 

Steve sighed. “Impeccable timing as always, Buck.” 

I stood frozen in Steve’s grasp, unable to move because of the look Bucky was giving me. I went to explain but the front door now opened and I groaned when I saw who walked in. 

“Mr. Stark, did Y/N not call you?” Bucky questioned the man while extending his vibranium hand. 

He shook Bucky’s hand while shaking his head. “Tony, please. And I never got a phone call. Is everything alright?” 

“I called you a few times and left you a voicemail about rescheduling your meeting today,” I informed him. 

The anger radiated off of Bucky as he turned his attention towards Natasha, laying a kiss on her lips. “I’ll call you later, alright?” 

She nodded and bid all of us a quick goodbye, leaving through the door Tony arrived in. 

“Well, it’s a good thing I’m free now,” Bucky extended his arm towards his office. “Shall we?” 

Tony nodded and walked into the office. 

Bucky’s eyes landed back on me and Steve. “Are you going to join us, Steve or are you too preoccupied with Y/N?” 

My shoulders fell at the tone of his voice. He was clearly upset that I had decided to flirt with Steve and not continue my work. 

Steve sighed. “Of course not. Punk.” 

He punched Bucky’s shoulder before he disappeared into the office. 

“I swear I left Mr. Stark a voicemail asking to reschedule,” I explained. 

Bucky took a step towards me and I felt the heat from him engulf around us. His breathing was slow but erratic. 

“I’d suggest you keep your mind on your work and not flirt with the men that work here,” his voice was low. 

I scoffed. “Excuse me?” 

Bucky went to speak but Tony appeared in the doorway and pointed between us. 

“Should I come back? This seems like it needs to be discussed.” 

“No,” Bucky kept his eyes trained on me. “We will finish this later.” 

All I did was nod as I watched Bucky walk into the office now with Tony and let the door slam behind him. 

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Green Lantern and his run-in with a spider.

(I have figured it out! Tomato soup, Sudafed, and being sick makes me feral as fuck! So be prepared cause I’m still sick and it’s probably not ending anytime soon.) TW: Arachnophobia (But it’s not a real spider, just a spider made of copper)

Hal Jordan was not made for long nights of all work and no play, or traveling on and off Earth to exchange information with the other Green Lanterns.

He all but collapses on his dirty bed, still as the Green Lantern, only to jump up with the most manliness scream known to man as he comes face to face with Red Robin, who was sitting right next to his bed (waiting in the dark and quiet). “Don’t fucken do that kid! I about hit you!”

”You couldn’t hit the red side of a barn with a bottle.” The kid replays with an exhausted grunt, clearly the kid is back to his own bullshit of not sleeping properly, which is very valid to Hal.

”Why are you even here? It’s like.. 4 in the fucken morning or something.” Hal mumbles as he tries to get comfortable, only to feel something hard under his stomach. Which he properly searches his bed and finds a small spider made of melted copper.

“Oh come the fuck on…” Green Lantern grumbles as he grabs the spider and tosses it towards Red Robin. “Your turn kid. Not it.”

Red Robin grabs it and checks it over, finding a small note etched into the under belly of the spider.

“Look to the stars, and find the trail of powered Kryptonie.” Red Robin reads out loud, and looks at Green Lantern for a clue.

”Isn’t that the stuff that Superman’s made out of, or wait. He is weak to that. It’s like the Red Sun and magic.” Hal rolls out of his bed and moves to stand up, but notices that someone else had joined the later night party.

A, fucken, giant copper spider crawls into Hal’s apartment through the OPEN window, and settles itself on the floor near a confused Red Robin.

”FUCK THAT!” Green Lantern and Red Robin screams in pure panic as they both rush away from the giant spider and barrel into the bathroom, slamming and locking the door behind them.

“Green Lantern to JL, you have five seconds to come to my location before I burn this building down!!” “Red Robin to Oracle, how do you kill a giant copper spider, without burning the room down?”

The noises of confused panic is the only response that Green Lantern and Red Robin make out as they both try to figure out how to get out of the bathroom without destroying the entire room, as the bathroom window was too small for Red Robin to crawl out of.

Cue a few hours later, really only 10 minutes later, and another heart attack, due to Martian Manhunter popping his head in the bathroom through the wall, until Red Robin and Green Lantern were able to safely come out of the bathroom.

Only to see that the giant, LIVING, copper spider, and the fake small cooper spider were gone, and the message was now written on a piece of golden paper laying on Green Lantern’s side table, near his bed.

To say that Hal Jordan decided to spend the night, and a few more nights, in the JL Headquarters would be an understatement, as would Red Robin switching to patrolling in the daytime hours for a little while be as well.

At least until Batman figures out the meaning of the message, and receiving an envelope with an apologetic letter and a promise that no more copper spider visits for Green Lantern and Red Robin.

”Are we SURE that it’s not some cosmic gremlin child playing pranks on us? Does it not know how else to send out a letter? Does it not have a phone or email?” Green Lantern complains for weeks later from this experience.

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I got 2 comments requesting a follow-up from my last prompt, and so I thought I'd take a break from the worried/concerned prompts and write something a bit lighter and cheesier.

For those asking to read about Beca and Chloe's date, here you go!

Part 1

Read on AO3

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It took almost a month for Chloe to be settled enough to finally take Beca up on her offer for a date.

Chloe had called Chicago the day after she and Beca had confessed their feelings to break up with him, and he spent the next few weeks blowing up her phone.

He veered from being furious with her, accusing her of cheating and demanding he tell her who she was sleeping with, to being pleading and apologetic. He promised he would do better, told her he loved her, and then called her a bitch and a slut a minute later.

Eventually, sick of seeing Chloe frowning at her phone, Beca took it off her and blocked him.

“Get him off your socials too,” Beca said, handing the phone back. 

“Thank you,” Chloe replied, exhaling for what felt like the first time in days. “I don’t know why I couldn’t just do that.”

“Because sometimes you’re too nice for your own good, and I bet you were worried about hurting his feelings,” Beca said. 

Chloe laughed and nodded. “Yeah,” she said. “You’re right.”

A week later, Beca was sitting on the sofa, tapping away at her laptop, when Chloe came to join her.

“Have you got plans for Saturday?” Chloe asked, trying to sound casual.

“Uh, no, I don’t think so,” Beca said, not looking up from her laptop and quickly navigating to her calendar to check. “Yeah, free as a bird, why?”

“Um, do you maybe want to go for dinner? With me? Like, as a date?” 

Beca turned her head so fast to look at Chloe that she almost pulled a muscle in her neck.

“Are you serious?” Beca asked. 

“Yeah,” Chloe said, still sounding far more nervous than she needed to. “I’m ready.”

“Hell yes I will come for dinner with you,” Beca said. 

Chloe’s face broke into the biggest smile Beca could ever remember seeing on her. “Awesome!” She said. “I’ll make a reservation.”

“Where are we going?” Beca asked, her own smile mirroring Chloe’s. 

“You’ll see,” Chloe replied. 

It seemed to take a lifetime for Saturday to arrive, but finally, it did, and Chloe spent hours getting ready.

When the time came to leave for the restaurant, Chloe realised that Beca was nowhere to be found in their apartment.

She was already nervous, but a new knot of anxiety quickly formed and settled in her stomach.

“Bec?” She asked, one hand fiddling with the back of an earring as she walked around the empty apartment. 

She picked up her clutch and was just about to pull out her phone when there was a knock at the door.

She quickly crossed the room, her heels click-clacking on the floor as she went, and she looked through the peephole.

Beca was standing outside, a bunch of flowers held in her hands.

Chloe scoffed and pulled the door open.

“Hi,” Beca said, grinning. 

“What are you doing, you weirdo?” Chloe asked, laughing.

“Picking you up for our date,” Beca said. “Here,” she handed over the flowers, “these are for you.”

Chloe’s smile grew as she realised Beca had chosen all her favourites. “You’re setting the bar super high for our first date,” she said, taking them inside. She didn’t have a vase to hand so grabbed a jug and filled it with water. 

“I figured I’d have a better chance of you putting out later if I brought you flowers,” Beca said, smirking and dodging the whack that was aimed at her. “Kidding,” she said, laughing as she caught Chloe’s hand in hers. “I’m kidding.”

“You aren’t wrong thought,” Chloe said with a wink.

“Are you ready to go?” Beca asked, her eyes travelling up and down Chloe’s body. She was trying to be subtle, but she knew that was a lost cause. She was practically drooling. “You look incredible, by the way.”

“So do you,” Chloe replied. “I’m ready, just let me grab my purse.”

Chloe turned to grab it from the counter, and when she turned back around she saw Beca’s eyes shoot back up, a blush creeping slowly across her cheeks. 

Beca cleared her throat and held out her hand for Chloe to take. “I still don’t know where we’re going.”

“All will be revealed,” Chloe said, taking hold of Beca’s hand. “And don’t think I didn’t catch you staring at my ass.”

“I’m only human,” Beca mumbled in response. “I’ve spent the last however many years deliberately not looking at your ass. I’ve got a lot of checking-you-out time to make up for.”

Chloe giggled. “Likewise,” she said.

Chloe’s choice of restaurant was close to their apartment, so they forged a cab and walked hand-in-hand for a few blocks.

When they arrived at the restaurant, Beca couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Of course,” she said. “I should have guessed.”

It was a small Italian place, and it was one of Beca’s favourites. They ate there on their very first night as roommates in the city, and it remained a place they went to celebrate all their special occasions and achievements. 

“This is okay right?” Chloe asked. 

“More than okay, I love this place,” Beca said, as they crossed the street. “Plus, it’s special to us. It’s how we started our life in the city, and now it’s how we start this next chapter. It’s perfect.”

Dinner passed by in a blur of easy conversation, heavy flirting, and a lot of wine. 

Neither wanted to let the other pay, so they split the check and asked for the last of their tiramisu to go.

They were more than a little tipsy when they left hours later and they made the short walk back to the apartment.

“Isn’t this the part where you invite me in for coffee?” Chloe asked, leaning against the door as Beca searched for her keys.

Beca grinned. “Would you like to come in for a coffee?” She asked.

Chloe pretended to think it over.

“I don’t know,” she said. “What will my roommate say if I don’t get home until late?”

“I think your roommate will be cool with it,” Beca said, succeeding in locating her keys and opening the door.

“Let’s hope you’re right,” Chloe said.

Beca held the door open for Chloe to enter, and a second after she had closed it behind her Chloe was pushing her against it, her mouth immediately on hers.

“Okay?” Chloe asked when they broke apart for air.

“More than okay,” Beca said, wasting no time in pulling Chloe back towards her. “I’ve been waiting my whole life to do that.”

“We aren’t moving too fast?”

“Not for me,” Beca said. “If you’re okay with this, so am I.”

“I am definitely okay with this.”