#WE HAD ONE MOTHERFUCKING JOB
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rozenkingdom Ā· 23 hours ago
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merumis Ā· 3 months ago
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i hate my man roommate and his bitch girlfriend so much
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ohbutwheresyourheart Ā· 7 months ago
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girlies I'm losing my mind.
#personal#vent#oh my goddddd#i thought my coworker and i were finally making decent progress on our project#that we have to present on THURSDAY MORNING#and this is the biggest project we need to do twice a year#only to find. at five fucking pm today. that she had not informed me we are resourcing two of our biggest fabric programs to a new supplier#which supplier? don't know#just know it's not going to be the one I've been planning for#and that the fabric program i DID want to resource#and had SPOKEN TO HER ABOUT TODAY#cannot go to the supplier I pencilled it in as#i don't know if she didn't know herself or just forgot or didn't care or didn't understand or what#for fuck's sake this is your job to know this stuff#don't just sit there looking gormless while i have to find out from YOUR BOSS#who then speaks to me in the most patronizing manner possible as she tells me she can't do my job for me#like motherfucker i just. need. correct. information. jesus christ.#also shout out to the big boss who last week was like tell me if you have any scheduling concerns guys!!!#and then when i told her today i have scheduling concerns because. uh. the fucking project is not going. anywhere. at this rate.#get told oh no sorry we can't do any schedule moves you can figure it out#like???? what???? was the point????? of asking us to come to you????#this is such a prolific fucking issue in my workplace and it drives me nuts#it's like management have heard these trite phrases on a managing people skills course somewhere#and not realised you need to back it up. with actual. actions.#also my manager whomst i loved is now on maternity leave and her replacement is someone i've worked with previously and. hm. suffice to say#she has not changed one bit#in regards to her complete inability to stand up for her team#i'm sure she has her good points but she's as supportive as a fucking wet paper towel#ignoring me trying to set boundaries on my time#but making sure SHE leaves on time for school pickup
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overbearingstruggles Ā· 2 years ago
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I really wanna understand your love for kieran culkin, I loved him in Scott Pilgrim.
Oh my god this is so nice you really donā€™t have to ask but I love that you did!!!!!!!!
I wish I had a less lizard brain answer to attribute the spark to but sometimes you need someone to do something sexual in order for your brain to unlock that interest in them and the Roman/Gerri phone scene takes the prize. When I rewatched the show I had zero recollection of the emotional scene that happens right after because apparently I blacked out lol. So then Iā€™m watching the rest of the show through new eyes which of course leads to huh, I definitely love this character and am attracted to this being, but do I also love this person? Anon, heā€™s so lovable! The pro and con of Kieran & Roman is there is A Lot of Kieran in the character. Uh the best parts, we hope. Heā€™s this secure short king with quick wit who talks fast and can require a bit of attention but is humble as heck about how good he is at his job and has this quirky decorated right appendage and isnā€™t afraid to crack jokes when someone broaches the subject of his irl family or politely shut them down when he thinks theyā€™re off base about something. I love the little bit I know about him and his wifeā€™s relationship and the way they can publicly poke fun at each other. I love that he lived in the same tiny apartment from 19 to 39 until his wife finally said ā€œyouā€™re on a hit TV show.ā€ I love how sweet and diplomatic he is when someone tries to poke him about Jeremy Strong being weird. I swear you can feel interviewers become infatuated with him for being a real and funny, charming person. In conclusion, I think he's neat!
#full disclosure Scott Pilgrim is bottom of the priority list of things to (re) watch. mostly because he looks like..that. but I will!#sometimes I'm like oh this was inevitable. the slow burn was in process it just needed an opportunity#then Alex took himself out and the gate opened#truly insane background I like to note for me but not important to anyone else ever#feel like I always had a general goodwill towards all the Culkins even if I couldnā€™t be bothered to learn the difference between 2 of them#before Kieran's SNL had you held a gun to my head and asked me to identify which was Kieran or Rory 50% chance I'm dead#I only listen to WTF eps if I have a vague interest in the guest so I know I listened to Macaulay's episode years ago and Kieranā€™s in 2020#and I know I came out of those happy to keeping rooting for them from afar - Kieran was great! - but it didnā€™t awaken anything.#his Conan episode is wonderful! but I wasn't digging in from that#S1 of Succession is so Kendall focused you don't get enough Roman but then he becomes the one we know the most about his childhood and#he goes from this little weirdo to fascinating puzzle#and through that just watching Kieran be good at his job is so hot! but also be good in a way that he makes seem effortless#and not too serious which is also importantly hot. no one really likes an actor who is weird about being an actor. he's just like that#then you factor in his personal relationship with J Smith-Cameron and her husband and it's so motherfucking adorable. I?#answered ask#KC#thank you anon this gave me so much energy last night lol
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fingertipsmp3 Ā· 1 year ago
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Do you ever have those shifts where just everything goes wrong
#bitch tell me why not a single person emptied the fucking bucket and it LEAKED ALL OVER THE FLOOR#and at the same time we were trying to make 5 plant based drinks (which had all been ordered in a row mind you) AND one of the coffee#machines had decided it wasnā€™t going to make hot chocolate anymore#AND someone ordered two luxury hot chocolates AND we had hot food to cook#i was trying to serve customers while avoiding stepping in the#coffee/milk/water mess on the floor#AND keeping an eye on two milk frother machines and trying not to get in the way of the two people who were fixing the machine#a job that takes one person mind you#like why am i the only person serving customers right now?? why am i the ONLY person who ever seems to be serving customers#at times like this#and customers were being so rude for no reason and i was seconds away from blowing up at somebody#i resorted to being sarcastically nice with everybody and cashiering as fast as possible to rush everyone through#and then i did some washing up and i had to pretty much order one of my coworkers to take over cashiering so that i could wash up#and i āœØsliced by thumb open trying to wash a knifeāœØ because of course i did#and THEN tell me why my coworker managed to fuck up on the till after being on it for about 5 minutes and perhaps 2 customers#i was like. i canā€™t help you. iā€™m fucking bleeding and i canā€™t find a plaster in the first aid kit because motherfuckers are apparently#cutting themselves constantly#i found one eventually though#then i got back on the till lol. and felt vindicated. like girl NOW do you realise why i get snippy when iā€™m trying to cashier AND make#drinks AND get cakes AND hot food orders were coming through???#you took over from me for five minutes and almost charged a guy 24.60 for a hot chocolate. DO YOU SEE NOW#do you see now why i get snippy when there are four alive competent people behind me doing fuck all and i need a latte before i can get rid#of this person. and not only have you not made me the latte but you are STANDING FULLY IN THE WAY OF THE MACHINE I NEED TO USE TO MAKE THE#LATTE??????? like if youā€™re not going to help then at least get out of the thoroughfare. goddamn#i love when a 4 hour shift literally feels worse than a 9-5. itā€™s great actually :)))))))))))))#personal
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inbabylontheywept Ā· 18 days ago
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The Motherfucking Lizard King
No one at work trusts my boss.Ā 
He's smart. He works hard. He's not trustworthy. He hasn't actually fucked anyone at work over, but he's ruined his last two marriages with affairs, and got dumped by his third fiance when he wouldn't sign a prenup. The fact that we all know this is just a hazard of working in a small town.Ā 
Anyway: The thought process of the people in the lab is that if he screwed over his first wife, and his second wife, and was probably planning on screwing over his third wife, it would be insane for him not to screw us over. After all, what kind of idiot treats their employees better than their spouse?Ā 
I dunno. His kind, I guess? He's had a few chances to fuck us over, and he hasn't taken them. Opposite really. When our parent company was doing furloughs, he stayed in the office almost a hundred hours, talking and talking and talking his way up the corporate ladder. And in the end, no one at our site got furloughed.Ā 
He's pulled strings like that before. And it baffles me, right? Because it really does make zero sense. He'll move the heavens and the earth for us, but his wife and kids are afterthoughts. It feels like any moment, he's going to look into the mirror and realize how stupid that is. It feels like I'm betting on him making the same stupid mistake again, and again, and again - like it would be less cynical to believe he was, eventually, going to stab me in the back. But he hasn't yet, and as far as I can tell he's been making that mistake for close to fifteen years, and it's already cost him everything it can. If he was going to learn, he would have by now.Ā 
So my position on him is that if he wanted to date someone I cared about, I'd warn them off. I don't trust him there. But I tentatively trust him to be my boss. Maybe one day he'll stick the knife in and twist, and everyone will say Ah, Babs, we warned you, but for now, I accept that he's doing a very predictable, very irrational thing, and I've made my peace with it.Ā 
---
My job has glue traps.Ā 
No one likes the glue traps, but we don't have a lot of options. Poison's banned by state law, spring traps are banned by company safety, and several non-lethal options tried in the past failed to work. The mouse problem can get pretty bad if it's ignored, and there's some real health hazards in that. Our site has never had a positive hantavirus test, thank God, but the big base about a half hour away has. That guy's gonna be on oxygen the rest of his life.Ā 
If a mouse gets caught, we just euthanize it. But more than mice get stuck. Lizards can wander into those traps too, and the people working there have different feelings about the lizards. They don't pose nearly the same kind of risk mice do. They're chill little guys, and they keep the moths away, and they're justĀ 
You know. They're friendly. There's something to be said about walking into a room, and hitting the light switch, and seeing two little guys on the wall start to do pushups as soon as they see you.Ā 
People used to just euthanize the lizards too, but I had pet leopard geckos as a kid and I couldn't take that so I wound up googling how to free animals from glue traps. Now, when a lizard gets stuck in a trap - which happens once or twice a week - I get some vegetable oil from the breakroom, and a little plastic fork, and I'll spend fifteen to twenty minutes just kind of gently prying the little guys out.Ā 
I have a team of technicians that help me operate one of the larger machines. They're real blue collar guys, ex-airforce, and they make me look like a little kid. Being an engineer means they'll look to me as a leader sometimes, which is a wild experience. And I started helping the lizards for my own conscience, but one of the crazier consequences of it has been that it seriously boosted my leadership cred. Because those guys see me, and they go: Hey. If he's willing to fight for a lizard, he's gotta be willing to fight for me.Ā 
I cannot overstate how nice that is. Most engineers that want to make a change to a maintenance practice, or try an upgrade, they have to work their asses off to get the techs to buy in. But I can just ask. They already trust me to do good. They know I'm new, and they know I'm not the smartest engineer in the building, but they also know I'm the one who gets lizards out of the glue traps.Ā 
And just because of that, they're willing to follow me.Ā 
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My boss has a meeting every month or two. It's typically basic house cleaning stuff - reminders about routines we've gotten lazy on, and updates on future projects. Maybe some warnings about problems coming from higher up in the company.
People are, in my opinion, a bit too cynical about the meetings. It stems from people not trusting our boss, which again, I understand, because it would make so much more sense if he wasn't trustworthy. It's a testament to the man's incredibly unhealthy priorities that he is. But as we made it to the end of the meeting, one of bullet points was:Ā 
Do NOT mess with animals in the building.Ā 
So I looked at my techs, and they looked at me, and when he got to the point, he was so scathing I actually just wanted to crawl under a rock and die. He said basically that he'd heard some reports about someone in the building handling animals that found their way in and got stuck, and that he just wanted to emphasize how insanely inappropriate that was, not to mention dangerous, and that if he needed to speak to anyone about it again, there would be severe consequences.Ā 
I was willing to just take the shame and move on. I was. But one of my techs is old. Old enough he could've retired two years ago. And his actual literal goal is to one day get angry, yell at someone, and storm out. That's how he wants to retire. So instead of biting his tongue like everyone else, he stood up and said: I hate the glue traps. You hate the glue traps. We all hate glue traps. But we've all sat here for years, ignoring the little things that get stuck in them, watching them die, and then Bab's comes in, and he is the first person in decades to give enough of a shit to start pulling the lizards out. And I don't want him to stop.Ā 
Get humane traps or shut up but we are not going back to the old way of just letting things starve.Ā 
And my boss actually froze up. He got all wide eyed and stared at Marc, and then the other techs jumped in, and there was a very small but intense rebellion in the meeting and my boss kept trying to interrupt while getting absolutely bowled over by this gang of angry middle aged air force vets, and eventually he just wentĀ 
I will speak with Babylon about this afterwards! After! And then he will speak with everyone else, but I have more points to cover.Ā 
So they went silent, and my boss rushed through the last five minutes, and we all adjounred. The techs really didn't like that I was going in alone - they thought our boss was going to try and shout me into compliance. Marc in particular was like, Look, if he tries bullying you, stand your ground, and if he threatens anything, just come get us, and we'll give him hell.Ā 
So armed with that, I went to my boss's office. I sat in the chair across from him, and he kept his composure for maybe five seconds before just flopping back into his chair.Ā 
I had no idea you were saving lizards, he said, but I'm glad you are. I always hated seeing them die in the glue. Ā 
I wasn't expecting that. I was about to ask him what the comment from the meeting was about then, but he answered that before I even got the chance.
A snake got into the building last week, and - someone picked it up and chased a coworker around. Turns out that coworker was severely afraid of snakes, and now it's a shitshow. We're a small site, and now I can't ask those two to work together anymore, to say nothing about how the snake fared after all that. Being upset about that is a reasonable thing, right?Ā 
And he gave me a look like he actually wanted an answer, so I said Yeah, totally, chasing a coworker around with a snake is a dick move. Especially if that coworker is already afraid of snakes.Ā 
And he said Exactly! and then we sat there a few moments longer. He looked so incredibly tired that I did, actually, feel kind of bad for him. And then he somehow managed to sink even further into his chair, and said
Look, I know I'm not a good guy. But I'm not evil. I'm not some sort of crazy asshole that's going to demand that everyone watch lizards starve to death. When you go back downstairs, could you try to pass that on? That I'm not evil?Ā 
I said Sure because it wasn't a hard request, and he looked relieved. I actually made it halfway out before I realized I had a question.Ā 
Who grabbed the snake? I asked.Ā 
Not supposed to talk about it, he said. But whoever comes to mind first is probably right.Ā 
ThatGuy? I asked. And he looked me in the face, nodded his head yes, and said No.Ā 
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The techs seemed a little disappointed that they didn't get to storm the boss's office, but were otherwise in good spirits. They were actually a little bit embarrassed to hear about the snake story - apparently, it wasn't much of a secret. It'd just slipped their minds because it happened three weeks ago.Ā 
We did maintenance after that, the same basic repairs we did every week. The meeting had been stressful and it was a relief to work with my hands. When the parts were reinstalled, everything cleaned and smooth and ready to go, Marc found me again.Ā 
You know what the lesson of today is? he asked. And there were quite a few answers to that that I could have taken - from don't assume the worst of people to be careful with how you spend your trust - we all need it more than we think.Ā 
But instead I said what? because I wanted to hear what his answer was going to be.Ā 
That I got your back, he said. Then he clapped one very, very large hand on my shoulder, gave it a good squeeze, and walked back to dosimetry lab.
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The next day, Marc gave me a package and told me to open it in my office. I was suspicious, but I followed the request.
Cardboard gave way to a small baggie, obviously full of fabric, which opened to reveal a t-shirt that read
"I Am the Motherfucking Lizard King."
I looked at it, I loved it, and then I got an idea. I went to my boss's office and knocked on the door. When he opened it, I asked him if he would be willing to allow something very unprofessional to happen for morale building purposes.
How unprofessional? he asked. I held the shirt up in answer. He gave the shirt a short look over and snorted.
You can wear it on weeks without customers, he said. Which just so happened to include that week.
I'll pass on that it came with your blessing, I replied, and he looked oddly relieved.
Thanks, he said. And then I went downstairs.
---
The techs were very, very happy to see the shirt. And while my boss's reputation remains in tatters, and probably will be until he moves (or dies), the next time there was a meeting, there was quite a bit less complaining about how mere presence. Which is, I guess, a start.
We'll see if he squanders it.
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criminalamnesia Ā· 2 months ago
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Traitor part 8
ALL PARTS CAN BE FOUND HERE
here it is everyone :)) took me forever but itā€™s finally here! now I can disappear in peace lol. Iā€™ll proofread everything later, but I hope this lives up to everyoneā€™s expectations. thank you all for the love youā€™ve given this series. I hope this gives you some closure.
let me know if you want any drabbles from the series <3
thank you again!
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after kyle finally leaves you alone, you slink back against the door, shutting your eyes so tightly stars dot your vision.
it never ends, does it?
apologies. worry. sympathy. pity.
it was in each of their eyesā€” the one-four-one. each of them trying to mask their pity for you behind sickening sympathy. you were exhausted of that lookā€” not just from them, but from everyone you had walked past or looked at since everything had happened.
you open your eyes, scanning the room. what once had been a haven had become a hell. shattered glass sprinkled the floor near the mirror. clothes were still strewn about. you hadnā€™t bothered picking up what had been disturbed.
youā€™d be gone too soon for it to matter.
your phone rings then, the screen lighting up in the dimly lit room. you let the ring tone play for a second longer before youā€™re moving, reaching for the device on your nightstand.
itā€™s kate, and you breathe a sigh of relief.
ā€œhello?ā€ you say as you answer the call.
ā€œitā€™s kate,ā€ comes the womanā€™s familiar voice through the speaker. ā€œim on my way to base. should be there by tomorrow.ā€
you startle, eyebrows raising in confusion. ā€œyouā€™re coming here? why?ā€
you hear her sigh. ā€œwe can talk about it tomorrow. I need to meet with john, anyways. two birds, one stone and all that.ā€ she tells you.
ā€œcan you at least tell me if the paper work is all set for my transfer?ā€ you ask.
she doesnā€™t answer for a moment, and then:
ā€œweā€™ll talk about it tomorrow, sergeant. get some rest. you sound like you need it.ā€
you hear a click, and then the line goes dead. you furrow your brows as you look down at the phone in your hand.
why on earth would she come all the way here just to talk?
your mind is moving a mile a minute, and suddenly, it clicks.
laswell is coming here to do damage control.
you huff a mirthless laugh, dropping your phone as your hands come up to run through your hair.
you werenā€™t being reassigned. you were being discharged.
but was it at her insistence, or someone elseā€™s?
you whip around, wrenching open the door and storming down the hall to priceā€™s office. those you pass in the hallway give you bewildered stares, and suddenly youā€™re aware that youā€™re still in that damned robe, but youā€™re on a mission.
and when you start something, you see it through.
you donā€™t bother knocking as you reach priceā€™s door. instead, you barge into the office, effectively interrupting an argument between price and simon. their voices die off, heads turning to appraise who had barged in.
priceā€™s eyes widen at the sight of you, but simonā€™s face is as unreadable as always. the door clicks shut behind you, and you stalk towards the two men, your fists clenched as you seethe.
ā€œyou motherfuckers,ā€ you hurl the words at them, ā€œyou fucking knew. you knew.ā€
ā€œlove, what are you talkinā€™ about?ā€ price questions, his brows furrowed as he turns to you.
ā€œlaswell,ā€ you say, and priceā€™s eyes widen. he knows. and now he knows you know.
ā€œwhatever she told youā€”ā€
ā€œshe didnā€™t tell me shit,ā€ you huff. ā€œI figured it out. why the fuck else would she come here just to talk? sheā€™s playing fucking babysitter, isnā€™t she?ā€
price doesnā€™t speak. your gaze flits to simonā€™s.
ā€œIā€™m sure you were rooting for this outcome, werenā€™t you? couldnā€™t finish me off in that fucking room, but hey, this is just as good, isnā€™t it? sending me back to fucking nothing.ā€
ā€œthis job is my life,ā€ you turn your attention back to the captain. ā€œand you fuckers just canā€™t stop ruining it, can you?ā€ your voice is raising, and tears prick the corners of your eyes. youā€™re becoming hysteric.
ā€œall because of a fucking lie!ā€ youā€™re yelling now, jabbing a finger into the chest of your former captain.
ā€œcalm down,ā€ the sound of simonā€™s rough baritone leads your head to snap toward him. your eyes are wide, fury and terror blazing in them.
and he expects you to let loose. scream and hit and scream some more. but you donā€™t.
you stand there and you stare at him with those wide eyes. the rest of the roomā€” hell, the world falls awayā€” and itā€™s just him and you.
like it was on patrol during countless nights, your bare fingers dancing over his gloved hands as you prattled on about a show you liked.
on countless nights curled up in his bed, your back to him, pressed so close he could feel the beat of your heart in his own chest. his arms wrapped around you, one of your fingers lazily tracing the ink on his forearm. no words spoken, yet so much said.
in the field, when you and johnny bicker over comms and he takes your side. when you take a bullet to the shoulder and he holds pressure on it until evac arrives.
when he makes eye contact with you as you pin kyle to the training mat, finally able to overcome his strength. when price tells him youā€™re the rat and he doesnā€™t want to believe it.
itā€™s just him and you. a lieutenant and his sergeant. but itā€™s more than that.
itā€™s a deep understanding of this job being your life. of losing everything and everyone you hold dear. of finding family again in this team, and doing whatever it takes to keep that family safe.
and he fully realizes, then, what you have been condemned to.
what they condemned you to.
what he condemned you to.
he breaks from his thoughts as you slam your fist into his jaw.
priceā€™s eyes widen, his feet carrying him forward to intervene, but simon waves him off as he cradles a hand to his jaw.
ā€œlet ā€˜em,ā€ he grunts out, and price looks bewildered, but he nods. he takes a step back, his hands falling to his sides, and he lets you strike again.
ā€œfuck you,ā€ you seethe, and despite your best efforts, your voice cracks. emotion seeps in, and your eyes are wet as you swipe a leg out from under him, forcing him to his knees.
he falls with no grace, knees hitting the concrete floor with a dull thud. youā€™d cringe if this were any other circumstance.
instead, you deliver another blow, cracking his nose with the force of it. blood sprays out and wets your robe.
ā€œghostā€”ā€ price begins from somewhere off to the side, but simon just shakes his head.
ā€œfuck you, simon! fuck you!ā€ you scream at him, and your fists are flying blindly as tears cloud your eyes.
and he just takes the hits. you subconsciously register the sound of the office door squeaking as it opens and quickly closes. price didnā€™t want to be a bystander any longer, it seems.
but he still didnā€™t jump in. was it because of ghostā€™s insistence? or because your captain didnā€™t want to watch one of his soldiers finally snap?
you finally stop yourself when blood drips from your knuckles. unsurprisingly, theyā€™ve split again. thereā€™s no doubt in your mind that there will be little scars between each of them once theyā€™ve healed.
more to add to the reminder of everything. god, at this point you knew youā€™d never forget it even if you wanted to. even if you tried to. even if you did for a brief moment, those little white linesā€” discolored and jagged skin in the place of what should be smooth and unmarred, would be your reminder.
blood pools on the floor, a mix of yours and simonā€™s. you pay it no mind as you wipe the backs of your hands on your completely ruined robe. goodā€” now you had a great excuse to throw the damned thing away.
you wouldā€™ve thrown it away anyways.
you bring your hands to your eyes, wiping away tears that had freed themselves their cage. you see simon clearly then, his face bloodied and yet still beautiful in that way of his. his nose is obviously broken. lacerations above his eye and on his cheekbones.
his eyes are staring back you, the icy blue of them never more intense than now.
you heave in your breaths as you look at him. his split lip cracks further as he opens his mouth.
ā€œdone?ā€
and you donā€™t have anything left to give, so you nod. then you slump to your knees, down onto his level, and you donā€™t look away from what youā€™ve done.
itā€™s no different than what you did to the doctor, or to countless enemies in the field. but, at the same time, it is different.
because itā€™s him, and he let you do this. he could have easily stopped you. heā€™d shown his strength against you numerous times on the sparring mat, picking you up and tossing you around with ease.
and yet he didnā€™t stop you.
ā€œwhy?ā€ you ask him, and itā€™s a loaded question. your voice is a watery tremble, and the word comes out as a whisper, but he doesnā€™t shy away.
he shrugs. ā€œyou needed it.ā€
heā€™s focusing on one aspect of the questionā€” on why he let you hit him. you open your mouth to respond, but he surprises you by speaking again.
ā€œleast I could do,ā€ he says.
you close your mouth, your chapped lips pressed into a thin line. why is he doing this now? saying this now? what changed?
ā€œis it your fault, then? that Iā€™m being discharged?ā€ you find yourself asking, and youā€™re not sure if you want to know the answer.
maybe you just want a reason to hate him more.
ā€œno,ā€ he says, and you know he means it.
he never lied to you, regardless of any pain it may have saved. it was one of the things you had loved about him.
he sighs. ā€œI didnā€™t want you to go.ā€
that surprises you. simon was never one to freely speak on his feelings. he had opened up to you during your relationship, but it was as if there was always an invisible line he could never cross. never did he utter the complete truth to his thoughts or feelings. and you had accepted thatā€” because that is who he was.
and you would take him with all his walls if it just meant that you could have him.
ā€œI donā€™t want you to.ā€ he corrects himself.
the room falls silent around you. the part of you that still holds love for him yearns for his embrace at this moment. but you push that side of you down. you will not go crawling back, not after what happened.
ā€œyouā€™ve been an asshole,ā€ you say, and he gives a curt nod.
ā€œprobably.ā€ he concedes. ā€œbut I wouldnā€™ take anythinā€™ back. I told you, I meant what I said.ā€
ā€œis that supposed to make me feel better?ā€ you ask. god, he has a horrible way with words.
ā€œno,ā€ he tells you. ā€œnothinā€™ I can say can do that.ā€
you snort. you fall back on you haunches, your hands in your lap as you look at him.
ā€œI am never going to forgive you,ā€ you tell him, words full of so much hurt.
he nods again. ā€œI know. I donā€™ blame you. donā€™ expect you to, neither.ā€
ā€œbut Iā€™mā€¦ā€ he starts, and his lips crease in a frown. ā€œim sorry.ā€
you just look at him. perhaps you had wanted an apology at one moment in time, but now? now none of it mattered.
ā€œI hope so,ā€ you tell him. you move to stand, and he remains still. he hasnā€™t moved an inch since youā€™d finished your assault.
ā€œI hope you feel this way for the rest of your lonely life. I hope that you never forget what you did to me, and I hope that it keeps you up at night. because I can tell you with certainty that I will never forget. and I hope the others remember, too. I hope it tears you all apart from the inside. that it follows you around for the rest of your career.ā€
you breathe in, then out. ā€œand I hope no one ever gives you the chances I did,ā€ your voice is soft. ā€œbecause I would never wish what you did to me on the next person you think you love.ā€
his face conveys no emotion other than the small frown still on his lips. his eyes, so cold, have softened the tiniest bit. you used to love when you could bring out that softness inside of him. when it was just the two of you, your hand in his, his eyes on you.
those memories would suffocate you if you let them. what couldā€™ve been will suffocate you. you refuse to let it.
you turn and stalk towards the door, not bothering to spare him another glance. you open it, stepping out into the hallway, coming face-to-face with the rest of the one-four-one.
their eyes are all wide as they take you in. your bloodied hands and robe. the dried tear streaks on your cheeks. you pull the door shut behind you before you speak.
ā€œi donā€™t care to speak to kate,ā€ you say to price, your eyes meeting his. ā€œfuck her for not giving me a chance. and fuck you for laying down like a damn dog and not fighting for your fucking team.ā€
you turn to johnny next. ā€œyou shove your sorries up your ass, mactavish. I donā€™t want your sympathy, and I donā€™t want your pity. I hope your regret eats you alive.ā€
finally, kyle. ā€œand you,ā€ you glare at him. ā€œif anyone other than simon shouldā€™ve defended me, it shouldā€™ve been you. I met you first, kyle. you were my closest friend, my brother. and you turned out to be just another fucking lap dog.ā€
you shake your head, blinking away hot tears. ā€œI want you to get me temporary housing and a car because thatā€™s the least you owe me, after ruining my life. and I donā€™t want to hear from any of you ever again. if I do, I guarantee you I will not show you the mercy you think you showed me when you had me tied up in that chair.ā€
none of them spoke, and you didnā€™t give them a chance to as you pushed past them, heading back toward your room to change.
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a yellow cab retrieves you from base the next morning before kate arrives. itā€™s still dark outside when you leave the shelter that had once been home. rain pours down around you, a raging storm hanging overhead as it had all night prior. perhaps it was a reflection of your mood. you liked to think that it was.
you toss your duffle bag into the trunk, shutting it before climbing into the back seat. you hadnā€™t bothered to pack anything other than a few pairs of clothes youā€™d recovered from the floor of your room. everything else could be trashed, especially anything the boys had given you.
the driver doesnā€™t speakā€” price had given him all the information he neededā€” and paid himā€” before heā€™d fetched you. it seems your final outburstā€” and beating simon to a pulpā€” had finally put some urgency in his movements.
none of them had seen you off, per your request. you thought it was the least they could do for you after continuously disrespecting your boundaries.
(unbeknownst to you, simon had watched you leave through a window.)
the driver turned up the musicā€” some pop song you didnā€™t know the name ofā€” and you slumped in your seat, your head turned toward the window as you watched the rain race down it.
you found yourself drifting off quickly, and you didnā€™t try to fight it. youā€™re finally free of that place and the men you thought were your family. free of the anxiety of seeing them around every corner. free of the hate that sparked in your heart every time you heard their voices.
you sleep, and for the first time since before everything, itā€™s peaceful.
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you wake to the taxi driver talking to you.
ā€œweā€™re here,ā€ he says, knocking on the glass separating the front and back seats. ā€œcan you get out now? I gotta get home. itā€™s my wifeā€™s birthday.ā€
you blink the sleep from your eyes, nodding before you even register what heā€™s saying. ā€œsorry,ā€ you mumble as you fumble with the seat belt.
you slip from the car, your boots splashing in a muddy puddle. you grimace as the murky water seeps in, wetting your socks.
you trudge around to the back of the car, opening the trunk and retrieving your bag. youā€™ve just shut the trunk and stepped back when the car is driving off, kicking up mud that further dirties your boots and jeans.
you pay it little mind as you look at the small cottage before you.
nestled between some trees, itā€™s beautiful. a shingled roof. light blue paneled siding. a small front porch with a rocking chair and a bench swing. a beautiful dark blue door.
your favorite flowers live in the flower beds surrounding what you can see of the house. it makes you wonder if its a simple coincidence or if simon or price planned it.
how long have they known that you would have to come here? that you would have no where else to go except for where they put you?
you vowed that this house would just be temporary. you would get away from it as soon as possible, putting the rest of the one-four-one behind you. you didnā€™t want any of them knowing where to find you.
the rain slows to a sad drizzle. drops prick your skin as you make no effort to avoid puddles, splashing carelessly to the front door. you can hear birds beginning to chirp, slipping out of their hiding places as the sunā€™s rays begin to illuminate the earth once more.
a new beginning, you think.
you reach a hand toward the door knob, twisting it open and pushing inside. itā€™s a cozy little place with wood floors and a brick fireplace. itā€™s furnished, but thereā€™s no personality to it. it clearly hasnā€™t been somebodyā€™s home.
the door clicks shut behind you as you toe off your boots and drop your duffle by the door. as you nudge your boots out of the way with a foot, you notice an envelope on the floor.
eyebrows scrunched in confusion, you lean down and scoop it up. your name is written on the front in a scrawl you donā€™t recognize.
who else knows youā€™re here?
perhaps youā€™ll need to leave sooner than you thought.
you push your thumb under the seam, ripping it open with little finesse. inside is a typed letter. itā€™s an offer, you realize. a job offer.
its got an american stamp on it, and its signed by a phillip graves.
a new beginning indeed.
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Sukuna
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Pairing: Sukuna x f!Reader
Summary: Sukuna's twins are miniature versions of himself which can only mean one thing: they're two little demons.
Warnings: MDNI, family content, fluff(?), dad!Sukuna, smut, oral sex (m. receiving), titjob, nipple play
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Sukuna had to change a lot of things in his life when his twins came along. The man that never imagined heā€™d become a father, was lucky enough to knock up his girlfriend. Or wife, whatever he gets to call you now. One very unlucky lucky night he decided that protection was a stupid idea, but the universe got back at him to teach him a life lesson, and you ended up pregnant with twoā€“ Not one, but two babies.Ā 
Sure, Sukuna loves his babies and all that shit which made it easier for him to change into a better person. Heā€™s not a stellar parent or anything, and during the first year of their life he was struggling to figure it out but the job has gotten easier. Heā€™d argue that the job is fun too, seeing the little shits form their own personalities or whatever is interesting.Ā 
Though one could say that itā€™s only fun for Sukuna since the kids are turning out just like their father. For you, on the other hand, it is stressful. Having two children screaming just like their father isnā€™t exactly fun, not when you have to correct them. It was hilarious to watch Sukuna teach his nephew cuss words for the little guy to run around, yelling the atrocities (nearly giving his father a heart attack); itā€™s not fun when youā€™re in the motherā€™s shoes.Ā 
ā€œFuck you-ā€ ā€œWe donā€™t say that around here!ā€ ā€œDaddy says it!ā€
ā€œMotherfucker!ā€ ā€œWatch your mouth!ā€ ā€œDaddy told me I can say it!ā€
Itā€™s a never-ending correction in your home, and it doesnā€™t help that your husband doesnā€™t help you out. Sukuna kind of does his part by watching his mouth around the pair, but thatā€™s not enough anymore. Theyā€™re almost six, itā€™s too late for them to unlearn certain wordsā€¦ or other behaviors.Ā 
ā€œStop arguing you two!ā€ You yell from the kitchen, hearing them bicker about something. Theyā€™re always arguing because one is mean to the other. Sukunaā€™s genes are too strong. Luckily for you, you were blessed with a girl and a boy so you donā€™t have to try again for another baby. You wonā€™t have to repeat this.
ā€œUgly bastard!ā€ Akane, your baby girl, yells. And you wish it was a moment where you got to think if you heard wrong because your baby girl would never say that, but she would. This one says it nearly daily.
ā€œAkane, if I hear one more word out of you, girl! I swearā€“ā€ Youā€™re cut off by your husband, startling you as he hugs you from behind. Heā€™s not listening, or well, he is and he doesnā€™t want you to correct the girl.
ā€œArenā€™t you just so proud of her?ā€ He sounds elated, knowing his daughter sounds just like him. If only you could share that sentiment. You push him away and focus on finishing lunch for the little rascals.Ā 
ā€œMy girl friends invited me out, and guess what? Youā€™re taking over tonight.ā€ You tell him, and Sukunaā€™s eyes widen. Youā€™ve never made that threat beforeā€“ Usually when you go out, you take them along or drop them off at someone elseā€™s place because you doubt Sukuna can handle them. The longest theyā€™ve been alone has been an hour.
ā€œSomeone will end up getting stabbed.ā€ Is his answer, hoping that itā€™s enough to scare you into staying. Sukuna loves his babies, but he knows he canā€™t handle them. He made a grave mistake by molding them into mini versions of himself. Sukuna canā€™t control himself, how is he able to control two small Sukunas?
ā€œAnd itā€™s probably going to be you if you donā€™t play your cards right. Good luck.ā€ You answer, making it clear that youā€™re not staying home no matter what. You donā€™t acknowledge Sukuna as he begins to tell you the horrific sights that you might come home to. Sure, your kids are rowdy and a lot like their father but they wonā€™t burn the house downā€¦ if you hide the matches.
ā€œAkira! Akane! Come here!ā€ You ignore him, calling your kids for their lunch. Sukuna sighs, rolling his eyes.Ā 
They canā€™t be too badā€¦
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ā€œHold his legs!ā€ Akane yells to her brother while she pulls Sukunaā€™s hair. He doesnā€™t know what happened, he just fell asleep on the couch and woke up to his arms being restrained while one twin wipes something on his face.Ā 
ā€œWhat the fuck are you two doing?!ā€ Sukuna raises his voice, rightfully so considering the position heā€™s in right now. He was warned, yet chose not to listen. Sukuna could kick the little shit thatā€™s trying to tie him together but he wonā€™t in fear that he might be too harsh and send the kid to the hospital. Oh, he hates them so much right now but any other time heā€™s willing to give up his life for them.
ā€œWeā€™re just playing.ā€ Akira answers, and Sukuna could strangle one of the twins right at this momentā€“ Too bad his hands are tied. How is this playing? Are they simulating a kidnapping or what?
ā€œUntie me, now!ā€ He orders, but his words go in one ear and out the other. Heā€™s not mommy, heā€™s not uptight and lets them do whatever so this must be a joke.
ā€œQuick, grab mommyā€™s makeup!ā€ Akane yells, and Sukuna clenches his jaw. Heā€™s trying to free himself, but they got him good. He needs to check what the kids are watching from now on because this is worrying for him.
ā€œAkane, let me go before I get angry.ā€ Sukuna threatens, but what can he possibly do when heā€™s tied up?Ā 
ā€œI got it!ā€ Her twin comes into the living room with your makeup bag. Sukuna is squirming, trying his best to break free from his confinement but he canā€™t. Did they catch him while he was tying you up or what? Noā€¦ He remembers locking the door.Ā 
ā€œIf you two donā€™t let me free in this instant, Iā€™ll make you pay!ā€ Sukuna sounds intimidating, clearly angry at this little stunt. Unfortunately for him, they donā€™t take him seriously. They fear no one.
ā€œYou sound funny.ā€ Akane laughs before pulling on his hair, which makes a cry escape his lips. Oh, heā€™d love this father thing if they were like you. This whole thing is getting annoying, but not only for him; the pair is getting tired of hearing their father cry and scream. ā€œAkira, grab the tape, daddy is getting annoying.ā€
ā€œWhat the fuck are you going to do?! I am your father, you two have to listen to me!ā€ Sukuna is trying his best to break free before the twins tape his mouth and end up killing him. And by some miracle, just as they get their hands on the tape, the front door opens.
He prays that itā€™s you, ready to save him from the twinsā€™ evil plan. Itā€™s not you, but the next best thing. Sukuna doesnā€™t waste a second before yelling, ā€œJin! Stop them before they kill me!ā€
ā€œWhatā€™s happening here?ā€ His brother looks around confused. What did he just walk in on? He got a text from you to check in on his brother since Sukuna would be alone with the twinsā€¦ and this happens. He sees his beloved nephew walk back with a roll of tape, and Jin picks him up from the ground. ā€œWhat are you two doing to your dad?ā€
ā€œTheyā€™re trying to kill me!ā€ Sukuna yells, which the twins argue,
ā€œWeā€™re just playing!ā€ Which makes a chuckle come from Jin. It isnā€™t funnyā€“ Well, maybe just a bit. Itā€™s hilarious to see Sukuna get a taste of his own medicine.
ā€œNow, you two, let your dad go.ā€ Jin says, and at that moment they huff and puff. But they listen. Heā€™s watching Sukunaā€™s expressions, and he stops the twins before they completely free him. ā€œStop. Go to your rooms.ā€
ā€œWhat?! Donā€™tā€“ā€ Before Sukuna can finish yelling, theyā€™ve run away. They arenā€™t going to listen to him. Once theyā€™re out of sight, Jin frees Sukuna and holds the man down, not trusting him enough to let him go.
ā€œYouā€™re not going to do anything to them, right?ā€ Jin sounds as if he were Sukunaā€™s dad, which only pisses the man off more.
ā€œThe fuck am I going to do to them? I didnā€™t kick the little shit when he was tying my legs because I didnā€™t want to hurt him.ā€ Sukuna makes a great point, but Jin wasnā€™t there to witness it. Right now he sees an angry man, and he wants to make sure Sukuna calms down before anything. ā€œWhy the hell are you here anyway?ā€
ā€œYour wife called me to check up on you, and I came just in time.ā€ Jin answers, sitting down beside Sukuna once he knows that his brother is calm enough. Sukuna wants to be mad at you for not trusting him enough to watch his own kids, but he also wants to thank you for saving him tonight.Ā 
ā€œDonā€™t tell her what you saw.ā€ Sukuna quickly says. Itā€™s more of a warning than a request. Sukuna takes a deep breath. He should be asking what the kids were going to do to himā€“ It wasnā€™t going to be anything too bad, probably just put on some makeup on him or some other stupid trick. They knew he was going to say no if he asked, so they chose to tie him up. The thought isnā€™t too far fetched considering who their father is. What heā€™s thinking right now is,
ā€œWhy would they listen to you and not me?ā€ Sukuna wonders, and Jin has an idea as to why. ā€œI mean Iā€™m terrifying, but you? You look like you catch jellyfish with a net and work at the Krusty Krab.ā€
ā€œAh, theyā€™re into Spongebob now.ā€ Jin canā€™t help but laugh. He wonā€™t take the insults to heart since this has always been Sukuna. ā€œI feel like they do find you scary, they just donā€™t think that youā€™ll do anything to them if they torment you.ā€
ā€œWhat the fuck are you saying?ā€ Sukuna isnā€™t in the mood for this. He canā€™t just wrap his head around this whole situation.
ā€œYou let them get away with a lot when it comes to you. You donā€™t let them get away with anything when it comes to their mother or other family.ā€ Jin explains, which is valid reasoning but Sukuna rolls his eyes. That isnā€™t the answer heā€™s looking for, therefore he wonā€™t accept it.
ā€œWhatever you say. Iā€™m going to check up on them before they flood the house.ā€ Sukuna stands up from his seat, leaving his brother behind. The twins canā€™t be trusted for too long.Ā 
Lo and behold, they found the matches.Ā 
ā€œYou two came into my life as karma, huh?ā€ Sukuna asks, before taking the matches from their grimy hands. ā€œAkane, go annoy your uncle. Akira, youā€™re getting a bath and thatā€™s final.ā€
ā€œI thought you said I could bathe only once a week.ā€ Akira points out the agreement theyā€™ve had, but Sukuna has changed his mind.Ā 
ā€œI changed my mind when you and your sister did a kidnapping simulation with me. Plus, your mother says you stink and she doesnā€™t like you anymore so go to the tub.ā€ Sukuna is not scared of making a little white lie to hurt his sonā€™s feelings. Itā€™s the least he could do.
ā€œMommy doesnā€™t what?ā€ Akiraā€™s eyes become watery, his bottom lip quivering at the thought of his mother not loving him anymore. Sukuna would feel a twinge of remorse any other night.Ā 
ā€œHeā€™s lying, bubba.ā€ Akane goes to his brotherā€™s side to comfort him. She might be a little devil, but she has her soft spot. She hugs him tightly and Sukuna has to tear his eyes away from the sickly sweet scene. They wonā€™t get to him. ā€œYou do stink but mommy loves you. She told us she loved us before leaving.ā€
ā€œA lie she told you since sheā€™s not coming back because you stink.ā€ Sukuna isnā€™t going to stop, even when he hears his son cry. The boy pushes his sister away and runs to the bathroom to wash himself to make his mother come back. Hearing his own son cry is tough, but heā€™ll pat himself on the back later.Ā 
ā€œYouā€™re next. Now go to your uncle, ask about Yuji or some shit.ā€ Sukuna looks at his daughter, who is more resilient than her brother. Sheā€™s only five though, so he can find a way to get through to her with no issue. ā€œYour birthday is coming up soon, huh? Guess Iā€™llā€“ā€
ā€œIā€™m going!ā€ She yells before Sukuna can finish his sentence, making a smirk come to his face. Smart girl.
He can handle them for the rest of the night, especially with Jin here.
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When you come home, your little demons are sound asleep in their bedroom. You tuck them in, and admire the sight that you never see during the day. They almost look like they were sent straight from heaven. Itā€™s a nice sight to come home too.
Your opinion changes when you enter your bedroom and find your husband throwing his clothes into a suitcase. Youā€™ve noticed that over the past years heā€™s become increasingly dramatic. You let your presence be known as a chuckle escapes your lips, standing in the doorway.
ā€œIs it because they tied you up?ā€ You question, and a frown comes to his lips.
ā€œI told Jin to not tell you. But yes.ā€ He answers, and you step into the room. You shut the door behind you, locking the door just in case things escalate. ā€œThey donā€™t take me seriously, and I told you things wouldnā€™t go well if you left me alone with them but there you go, going out with your friends.ā€
ā€œI canā€™t stay locked up forever taking care of them.ā€ You respond, and he rolls his eyes.
ā€œLeave them with Jin. They take him seriously.ā€ Sukuna says, and you chuckle.
ā€œUnpack your stuff, baby. Stop being so dramatic.ā€ You tell him, heading over to the bathroom to get ready for bed. Thatā€™s not enough for him right now though.Ā 
ā€œIā€™m leaving and never coming back.ā€ Sukuna sounds like a child, which is hilarious. Only those two can get that side out of him. Heā€™ll continue no matter what you say, so you do the next best thing. You lift up your shirt, and his eyes widen for a moment before he tears them away.
ā€œYour boobs arenā€™t going to work this time.ā€ He claims, and you fix your shirt. He sucks his bottom lip between his teeth before sighing, ā€œBut they do help.ā€
ā€œCome here, baby.ā€ You walk over to him, wrapping your arms around him. Sukuna hugs you back, and he could sob (just for the dramatics).
ā€œTheyā€™re so mean.ā€ Sukunaā€™s head rests on your shoulder, as his hand travels under your shirt to squeeze your boob. ā€œCan you make me feel better?ā€
ā€œCan youā€“ā€ You begin but before you can even finish, Sukuna pulls away and throws the suitcase on the ground. Heā€™ll unpack later. You open your mouth to speak again but he grabs the back of your head and pulls you into a rough kiss.Ā 
His tongue wanders around your mouth, his free hand going under your shirt once again. Itā€™s an old trick, but every time you show him your breasts, he forgets anything and everything. You donā€™t do it when the matter is a serious issue, but you really canā€™t do much about the fact that your twins are straight from hell.
Sukuna sits down on the bed, lifting up your shirt, prompting you to take it off. Once itā€™s out of the way, his tongue licks up your body before giving your tits attention. He rolls his tongue around your nipple while his hand plays with the other one, pinching your nipple and squeezing your boob. You really get him, knowing the exact way to get him to calm down. He pulls away, and kisses between your breasts until he gets to the other tit. He switches to your other tit and entertains himself once again.
Heā€™s having so much fun, his mouth preoccupied with you but thereā€™s an uncomfortable sensation between his pants. He unlatches, looking up at you with lustful eyes. Your gaze falls on the tent in his pants, making you bite down your lip.
ā€œHelp me out.ā€ He says, and you help him unbuckle out. You pull down his pants, freeing his cock from its confinement. You kneel down in front of him, a smirk on your lips. This is a great way to apologize.
You spit on his cock before your hand wraps around the base. You lower your head, tongue circling around the tip as your hand strokes his dick. You start off so painfully slow, too painful for Sukuna. You lower your head, taking as much of his dick as you can.
You slowly bob your head, hands wrapping around the park of his cock that is outside and stroking it for him. Itā€™s like heaven for him, though he just wants to push your head down and force you to take all of his cock. You can take it like a good girl, right? He wonā€™t take any risks tonight.
ā€œYou can take it all.ā€ You lift your head, and Sukuna whines. You were barely even doing anything, why did you feel the need to stop? A spark appears on his eyes, a smirk coming to his face as you cup your tits. He judged too soon.
You put his cock between your chest, squeezing your cleavage together before moving it up and down his dick. Sukunaā€™s eyes nearly roll to the back of his head at the feeling of your tits squeezing around him. He grabs the back of your head, pulling back and telling you, ā€œOpen your fucking mouth.ā€
And without missing a beat, you obey, sticking your tongue out. He spits in your mouth, and you swallow immediately. This is the reason why you ended up with twinsā€“ You just do shit that makes him feel every inch of your body raw, a need. Youā€™re so obedient and generous with him.
Your soft flesh between his cock is too much for him, and such a nice sight as he watches them jiggle. You should do this more often is all that he can think as your hands pick up speed. Heā€™s rolling his hips, lightly moaning as his breath gets heavy.Ā 
ā€œGood job.ā€ You hear, which tells you all that you need to know. He barely praises you unless heā€™s close.
ā€œCum for me, baby. Do it all over my tits.ā€ You tell him, and he bites down his lips to not sound pathetic. Oh, he has to control himself tonight because you might end up with another child. He canā€™t have that.Ā 
His hands grip the bed sheets as he finishes all over you. His cum covers your chest, all the way up to your neck. Your fingers swipes it, bringing it up to your lips simply for his entertainment, but heā€™s looking for something else in the nightstand.
He could die right now.
ā€œRan out of condoms, and Iā€™m not risking anything.ā€ Heā€™s in so much pain as the words leave his lips, and you furrow your brows. Since when has this been an issue?
ā€œYou can pull out.ā€ You remind him, but that isnā€™t cutting it for Sukuna.
ā€œI said Iā€™m not risking anything.ā€ He couldnā€™t make it any clearer. Tonight was certainlyā€¦ An experience to say the least.
ā€œCan you at least eat me out?ā€ You ask him, standing up from the ground. Thereā€™s no way youā€™re going unrewarded tonight.
ā€œYou have a vibrator, work it out.ā€ He shrugs, and you glare at him. Heā€™s pissed off with you again, leaving him with the twins was a horrible mistake on your part.
ā€œYouā€™re such a jerk.ā€ You roll your eyes at him, and hearing him chuckle makes you want to hit him. You manage to restrain yourself, managing to mutter out a simple, ā€œFuck you.ā€
ā€œAw, they get it from you. How cute.ā€ He says, which makes your palm lightly slap his forehead. ā€œHey! Maybe next time donā€™t leave me aloneā€“ā€
ā€œThe vibrator is going to do a better job than you anyway.ā€ You cut him off, going to the bathroom to clean yourself upā€¦ Getting all dirty and for what?Ā 
ā€œIf you really want another pair, Iā€™ll give them to you.ā€ Sukuna stands up, following behind you to annoy you.
ā€œGet a fucking vasectomy.ā€ You respond, and you feel his arms wrap around you, stopping you from going any further. Of course he canā€™t leave you alone. ā€œSukuna, Iā€™m going to shower.ā€
ā€œIā€™ll help you.ā€Ā 
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"If you keep staring at me like that, I'll have to ask you what are we?" Imagine being the witness of a serious crime, but the team thought you were involved somehow and needed to rule you out. Cue to big, scary, mysterious, masked Ghost trying to intimidate you by existing near you.
Soap snorts and pats Ghost on the back, which earns a glare from him, all after the man blinked confused. He had pretty eyes. Gaz moves to a corner to smile way too much, and Price sighs loudly.
After a few more minutes of explaining that you were just on your way to your shitty job and that they needed to wrap this up before you are to inevitably getting fired, Ghost still looks straight into your soul, now with more intensity somehow.
At this point, you grit your teeth. You might legit not have a job after this, since you're already half an hour late, and this (weirdly cute) fucker is trying to read your thoughts.
"Oh, you're really into me, aren't you?" He blinks seemingly uninterested and you raise a brow at him, starting a staring contest until Price (as he previously introduced himself) got in between you two.
"I don't think you understand the situation that you're in." It took all of your will to not groan like a child and roll your eyes at him.
Cue to another round of you doubling down and explaining that you're extremely lame but a good person, all while Gaz still looks you up.
"She might be telling the truth, boss." He whispered to Price in the corner of the abandoned shop they broke onto to have some privacy. The man has been trying to confirm your identity all this time, meanwhile you looked up at your number one fan to say "I told you so" and gave him an exasperated sigh when you already caught him intensely staring into your eyes.
"Seriously..." You mutter and you almost believe seeing a crinkle of amusement in his eyes. Your eyes almost twitched. "I pronounce us husband and wife." You say, rolling your eyes at him. Yeah, take that, fuck-face. You childishly thought, absolutely thriving at his slow, surprised blink. Soap cackled and tried to hide it with a cough.
Long story (not) short, you were indeed let go after Gaz confirmed you're broke, lame and basic. No secret villain or anything. After they kinda apologized, Price basically tried to gaslight you into thinking everything is fine then tried to dip his toes into mansplaining the importance of greater things beyond you, he nodded to himself and patted you on the back before barking an order to his soldiers to move. Pretty brown eyes stayed glued onto your soul until you were pretty much skipping away out of sight, rushing to your job incredibly annoyed.
You couldn't really explain your absence to your boss and he didn't care much either, he told you to get to work.
Surprise, surprise, though, because at the end of your shift, he sugarly informed you that you're fired. He gave you the pay he owed you and there you were. Jobless. And probably homeless in a month's time.
A week later and some intense job hunting done, you're at your wit's end, truly. Job market is shit and nobody is looking to hire. As you enter your ratty apartment, you sigh and almost want to cry in frustration. You've been cursing the terrorists, soldiers and any motherfucker involved in last week's incident, entering your kitchen to grab a drink and eat some air since you needed to save money, when you froze in place.
In the middle of your tiny living room stood a massive dark frame, the outside lights shining through the balcony door behind him made the man unrecognizable. You were getting robbed. You just caught a dude right in the middle of robbing you. As if it was the cherry on top, every frustration you felt erupted out of you, and while you were still terrified by the massive frame, you growled a "Get the fuck out of my house."
A deep chuckle was your only response and you felt dread.
"You got spunk. And a shit survival instinct." He stepped closer. You stepped back immediately, calculating your route to the door, hoping he wouldn't be able to catch you. Denial. You knew. But you froze again in surprise. You knew that mask.
"What the fuck are you doing in my house?" It came more of a whisper, thinking you'd never meet those people again. Even standing up in front of him, he's massive. Maybe he came back for those dumbass comments you made. Oh, this is revenge, isn't it? He's built, he can legit destroy you with a punch. Oh, God, you're fucking dead. They still think you're a terrorist or some shit and he's here to destroy you out of existence.
Your mind rambled until he moved, and when he did, you tensed, mind blank. The man, the Ghost took a couple of steps towards you and placed his large hand on the back of your neck, pulling you close. Oh, you're gonna fucking die for sure. He leaned down to your eye level, making you stare into his dark eyes as he studied you.
"Came back to take care of my wife." He said. It was your turn to slowly blink at him. What?
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buk-kakyoin Ā· 6 months ago
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TMAGP has come a long way in the field of "immediately believing your co-worker's insane supernatural encounter" as compared to TMA.
Like, I'm pretty sure the only reason Jon believed Martin's Jane Prentiss story was bc Martin had brought along a JAR OF DEAD WORMS as proof and was frankly justified for it because Jon still hemmed and hawwed and wasn't even convinced that Jane Prentiss was supernatural!!!! Bear in mind, motherfucker had already read like twenty insane, unexplainable post-statement follow-ups by that point, one of them being ABOUT JANE EXPLODING A GIRL and yet. He thought she was some kind of dangerous parasite victim and maintained that position even after Martin's statement ????
Fast forward to now: Alice comes into work with no evidence, no explanations, pure distress and disbelief like, "I've encountered something beyond the pale!!! An entity of insurmountable horror!!!! I've been scarred for life!! I'm fucking losing my mind!!!! The paramedics don't believe me but I know what I saw!!!!!!! ...I'd understand if you guys don't believe me though."
Cue Sam and Celia looking up from rummaging through cupboards for tea and a shock blanket for Alice to be like "oh no we absolutely believe you, talking drowned victims are dime a dozen, almost tripped over one on my way into work today, our job is fucking cracked, do you want a hug?"
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reidmotif Ā· 1 year ago
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Popsicle Love
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Summary: Reader and Spencer are at a ridiculously hot precinct station, getting on each other's nerves arguing. Reader realizes she can get back at him, using a certain sweet treat.
Prompt: Spencer can't deal with how much Reader loves popsicles/ice cream cones
Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader
Category: Smut
Content Warning: Reader POV, rough sex, hair-pulling, dom!Spencer, coworker relationship, oral sex (m receiving), fingering (f receiving) , dirty talk, heavy making-out, unprotected penetrative sex, bathroom sex, hate-fucking, pure smut
Word Count: 3.2k
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ā€œIt is too fucking hot for thisā€ was my first thought as he began talking to me. Fuck Spencer Reid, because he was the who decided that today, in the sweltering Georgia heat, was the day he would annoy the ever-loving shit out of me.Ā 
ā€œYouā€™re going about this all wrong!ā€ Spencer said, rolling his eyes. His sleeves were pulled up, and there was anger in his eyes. I crossed my legs, feeling my skirt ride up but I honestly couldnā€™t care less. It was scorching, and I was determined to not lose this argument to Reid. I let out a breath of air, meeting him with my own annoyed, exasperated expression.Ā 
ā€œReid, youā€™re being absolutely childish right now.ā€ I retorted. ā€œSort through the paperwork first, then analyze it! Not everyone wants to do things the way you insist on doing them!ā€ I say, furrowing my brows.Ā 
ā€œNot everyone can.ā€ He says, cockily, a smirk gracing his lips. That motherfucker.Ā 
I was about to get up and honestly hit him square in the jaw, half from my delusion in the heat, and half from how fucking smug he sounded. I wanted to knock that smirk off his face, and maybe ruin that pretty smile of his in the process, just as an added bonus.Ā 
Thankfully, before I could do anything rash that would definitely result in me losing my job, one of the officers of the station quickly came to interrupt us.Ā 
ā€œHey, one of the officers brought in popsicles. If any of yā€™all would like any, theyā€™re in the breakroom.ā€ She said, turning away. Thank God for Southern hospitality, I suppose.Ā 
I sighed, getting up from my spot. Spencer and I clearly werenā€™t getting anywhere when it came to our disagreements, and thatā€™s how it was, and how it would remain to be. The man was a pain-in-the-fucking ass, and it was an honest shame, considering the fact he was actually pretty hot, especially when his mouth wasnā€™t moving.Ā 
Spencer walked ahead of me, the idea of something to cool him down enticing him just as much as it did me. We reached the breakroom and he opened the freezer, taking out the box of popsicles, and looking into it. He pulled out two, presumably one for me, and one for him.Ā 
ā€œBlue or red?ā€ He says, holding out the brightly colored packages, offering me a choice of one.Ā 
ā€œRed.ā€ I say, reaching over with no hesitation and grabbing the red-colored packaging in his hand. ā€œDuh.ā€ I added, starting to unwrap the treat. ā€œItā€™s the best flavor.ā€Ā 
He scoffed a little, opening up his own, blue package, and I rolled my eyes at the sound.Ā 
ā€œWhat, are you going to argue with me about my choices in popsicle flavor too now?ā€ I say, with a disbelieving tone.Ā 
ā€œNo, itā€™s nothing,ā€ He says, shrugging, with that same, shit-eating, self-satisfied grin.
Ā God, I hated him.Ā 
I gave a deep exhale through my nose, forcing myself to calm down. I decided itā€™d be for the best if I walked out, left him here alone to avoid another fight. He called out before I could even walk two steps.Ā 
ā€œYou have to eat here.ā€ He said, taking licks at his popsicle. ā€œThe officers- theyā€™re old fashioned. I donā€™t know.ā€ He adds, ā€œIf you wanna be yelled at though, be my guest.ā€
I grumbled internally at that, but I knew he was right. I didnā€™t want to be yelled at.Ā 
I took my place, leaning against a table that had been placed in the breakroom and taking my own popsicle out of the packaging, beginning to eat it. I sighed happily as I felt the taste settle on my tongue, the coolness blooming throughout my mouth. I began by licking the sides before taking it in my mouth. I suckled for a minute, and I could feel it already melting down my fingers a bit, due to the heat in the station. I released the popsicle in my mouth with a pop, before going to lick the sticky residue off my fingers. It was a little childish, sure, but it was hot and it wasnā€™t like anyone was watching me. I continued this cycle, softly sucking at the popsicle and wrapping my tongue around it until I heard what sounded like ... a whimper from across the room? I let my eyes drift up, noticing a seemingly flustered Spencer in the corner of my eye. He leaned away from me, crossing his legs. I knitted my brows, before putting the pieces together, realizing what had happened.Ā 
He was a guy, after all. And I suppose the way I was eating my popsicle could come off as suggestive, but come on! How else was I meant to eat it? And armed with the knowledge that my innocent action was enough to provoke him, I decided a little more intent in my movement couldnā€™t hurt.Ā 
I began to take the popsicle a little more vigorously, bobbing my head a bit. My lips wrapped around the treat, and I could feel Spencerā€™s eyes shamelessly on me and internally grinned. Good. He had annoyed me all day, and the idea of him dealing with a hard-on with no way to relieve himself was definitely karmic justice in my eyes. I closed my eyes, savoring the taste, but also in the way I could feel Spencer shifting around, trying to hide what seemed like a fast-growing erection. When I hollowed out my cheeks, and swirled my tongue around the sweetness in my mouth, I could hear a sound from the back of his throat escaping his lips. I let the popsicle out of my mouth, and in that moment, a melted chunk seemed to fall off, landing itself on my chest. I hissed, feeling the coldness of the tacky liquid running down my bare skin.Ā 
ā€œShit.ā€ I said, trying to flick off the liquid off my hands and realizing Iā€™d need to clean myself up. I dropped the remainder of the popsicle in the trash, not bothering to look back, before I walked over to the bathroom. I let out a breath of air as I opened the door to the precinct bathroom, looking at my chest and sighing, grabbing a handful of paper towels to run under the sink to wash myself with.Ā 
Before I could do that though, I heard the door swing open, and saw through the mirror it was none other than Spencer Reid.Ā  I crossed my arms, putting my back to the counter of the sink as I turned around to look him up and down.Ā 
ā€œWhat are you doing here?ā€ I remarked, with a displeased tone.Ā 
He looked absolutely furious, and there was a slight part of me that was excited, knowing I could rile him up like this. He was breathing heavily, and moving closer to me, trapping me in between the counter and his body, and what felt like a very noticeable hardness pressing against my thigh.Ā 
ā€œThe better question is, what the fuck are you doing?ā€ He asked, his tone low and menacing.Ā 
I rolled my eyes, before feigning a look of innocence, making my eyes wide. ā€œWhat do you mean, Spencer?ā€Ā 
ā€œYou know exactly what I mean.ā€ He responds, gripping a piece of hair at the back of my skull and pulling slightly, forcing me to bare my neck to him. ā€œWhere do you get off doing something like that to me, huh?ā€ He murmurs, leaning closer and letting his lips brush over the shell of my ear.Ā 
ā€œI have no idea what youā€™re talking about.ā€ I retorted hastily,Ā  but I could hear the shakiness in my voice. The way he was speaking, the pull he had on my hair- it thrilled me, and contributed to a growing heat between my legs.Ā 
He pushed himself further and further against me, and I could feel his erection against my thigh even more so than before, and felt my stomach flutter at the feeling. My jaw dropped a bit, letting out a soft sigh, sensitive to the sensation.Ā 
ā€œOh is that right?ā€ Spencer replies, nodding as he spoke a little cruelly. ā€œYou like acting like this? Like a goddamn slut?ā€ He grunts out. He twists and pulls my hair a little more, eliciting a soft moan from my lips.Ā 
ā€œYou like it when I pull on your pretty hair like that?ā€ He said, snarking the words at me. ā€œLike how wet I make you?ā€ He whispered, venom in his voice.Ā 
Without warning, he placed his fingers at the growing wet patch at my underwear, roughly pushing it aside before starting to rub harsh, tight circles around my clit. I nearly lost my mind at the sensation, nearly doubling over with pleasure.Ā 
I whimpered softly, and I could feel his smirk as he started to kiss up and down my neck. ā€œSo wet for me, mm?ā€ He says, starting to move his fingers faster over my swollen clit. ā€œIā€™ve barely touched you. Youā€™re fucking needy for me, yeah?ā€Ā 
I groaned, not processing enough of what he was saying to warrant a response. My brain was foggy from how good he was making me feel. I tried to not think about the fact that this was Spencer, the Spencer whoā€™d annoyed me from the moment Iā€™d joined the BAU. The Spencer I despised, the one I was supposed to hate- but here was, making me orgasm in a precinct bathroom with his fingers alone.Ā 
He rubbed a bit faster, before thrusting two fingers into my needy cunt. I moaned again, louder,Ā and he responded by burying his fingers even deeper into my core, pumping harshly. I could feel the room spinning, gripping onto the counter behind me to stabilize me as my orgasm began to approach me rapidly. He watched me intently, his gaze hot and intense before smirking. ā€œCome for me. Come all over my fingers, (Y/N).ā€ He whispered.Ā 
I did, nearly on command, convulsing against him as I felt myself clench around his long, slender digits, my moans reverberating around the small space.
He withdrew his fingers suddenly, leaving me painfully empty before he began to grab my face roughly, forcing me to look at him.
ā€œSay that you want this, bitch.ā€ He whispers harshly, pulling my hair and eliciting yet another moan from me as he pushed me up against the counter.Ā 
ā€œSpencer..ā€ I murmured, feeling my knees go a bit weak at how roughly he was manhandling me. He spun our positions around, and I felt him using the grip on my hair to push me down to my knees.
ā€œSay it!ā€ He said, a little more firmly now. ā€œI need to hear you say it.ā€Ā 
I felt the desperation in his tone, weakly looking up at him from this angle before I nodded quickly.Ā 
ā€œI want you. I want this.ā€ I wailed, arousal coursing through my veins. I no longer cared about the humiliation of letting him use me like this. I wanted to chase this feeling forever, wanted to be at his mercy for as long as he wanted, as long as he could continue to make me feel this good.Ā 
I felt him groan above me, before he pulled me closer to his bulge, raising an eyebrow. He looked absolutely wild from here, sweat dripping down from his brow, and sleeves pushed up. He breathed heavily, his chest heaving up and down.
ā€œGo on then. This is what you wanted, wasnā€™t it?ā€ He mocked, but I could tell his voice was strained with the exact same need I was feeling in the moment.Ā 
I gave no protest, using my deft fingers to quickly undo his slacks, pulling them down along with his boxers, watching his heavy cock bob in the air for a moment, before looking up at him, my jaw slightly agape.Ā 
Was this really happening?
He nodded, as if to give me an okay, and I didnā€™t need any more encouragement than that. I swirled my tongue around his tip,Ā  watching in fascination as I heard a groan from him, his head falling back as he moaned. ā€œFuck, (Y/N). Just like that.ā€
I grew bolder with his praise. I began to take more of him in my mouth, using my hands where my tongue wouldnā€™t reach. I gripped and worked his base, while suckling on what my mouth could reach. As I got used to the intrusion in my mouth, I moved down slowly, eventually taking the whole of him. He moaned loudly at this, and gripped my hair tighter, starting to move me up and down his cock. I relaxed the muscles in my mouth, letting him use me as he pleased. I watched from the lower angle the best I could, the sight of him coming undone at my mouth absolutely gorgeous. I could feel the tears pooling in the corner of my eyes, the saliva dripping down from my mouth and covering my chest. I wanted to watch him fall apart, to be at my mercy just as much as I was at his.Ā 
He moaned at the feeling, and I could feel myself get wetter at the sound. ā€œOh fuck. You feel so fucking good.ā€ He groaned out, before grabbing my hair yet again, and holding my head in place. He started to fuck my throat roughly, and the tears began to flow a little more rapidly, feeling the pooling of saliva down my chin as I felt him hit the back of my throat.
ā€œYou like this, huh?ā€ He teased from above, between pants and sighs. ā€œWanted me all riled up, so we could do this, right?ā€Ā 
I nodded desperately, incoherent begs and whines coming from my mouth before he pulled me off with a tug. I felt delightfully dirty, as he forced me up again and kissed me roughly. I barely registered him turning us around in my lustful stupor, bending me mercilessly against the sink and lifting up my skirt, pulling my underwear down in a clean swoop. I could feel him squeezing the fat of my hips and moaned at the way he controlled me so easily, to which he let out a smug chuckle.Ā 
He gripped my hair again, pulling my head up and forcing me to look at myself. We looked sinful, his cock pressing against my wet folds, teasing me.Ā 
ā€œSee that? You look like a fucking whore.ā€ He snarled, breathing heavily.Ā 
I wasnā€™t going to let him win so easily. Even though I wanted the same things as him, I knew the more I teased him, the better Iā€™d get from him. IĀ  raised an eyebrow and breathlessly murmured, ā€œAre you going to stand there and look at me, or are you going toĀ  fuck me, Reid?ā€Ā 
He bared his teeth at me, thrusting into me roughly with no warning. ā€œOh, you wanna be fucked? Then take it.ā€ He groaned, starting to buck his hips against me like a man possessed.Ā 
I moaned at the sudden feeling, letting my jaw drop fully to let out all my noises. I could feel the slaps of his skin against mine, and the smell of sex filling up the small space. His fingers gripped so tightly into my stomach I swear I could feel the bruises already blooming over my stomach. I let him fill me up, his thick cock passing through me roughly, over and over again.Ā 
ā€œSo fucking warm and wet. You feel..ā€ He paused, moaning and jutting against me faster. ā€œSo fucking good.ā€Ā 
I could see the sweat dripping down his brow, and the way it collected down his neck. In this moment though, the only heat I could focus on was no longer the one around us, but the one that came from every brutal pass of his cock, creating a delicious burn I reveled in with every moment he stayed inside me. I moaned loudly, feeling myself get hotter and hotter with every second.Ā 
I watched through the mirror as he fucked me into the counter with no restraint, his head thrown back, eyes shut as he continued to use me, plowing into me from behind. I could feel my knees getting weaker, feeling his cock twitch inside of me as I arched my back to take more of him. He groaned at the sensation of him bottoming out, the rhythm of his hips becoming irregular as he continued to rut into me. I rolled my hips against him, hoping to spur on our impending releases. He thrust into me once or twice , until I felt him come with a loud moan,Ā  a familiar warmth pooling into my deepest point, but even then his hips didn't still. He fucked his own arousal into me, and I could feel my orgasm rapidly approaching, his lazy thrusts doing me in, and soon enough I was spasming over his cock, moaning loudly.Ā 
He pulled out of me, and my eyes fluttered shut at the sudden emptiness. I could feel his cum dripping down my leg, and his eyes watching in fascination as the mixture of both of our releases leaked out of me. He pulled up my underwear, immediately soaking up the liquids, and I groaned at the feeling. He pulled me up, leaning me against the sink.Ā 
I watched as he panted against the sink, and I swear, I wouldā€™ve fallen over without his steady grip on my hips. He and I were both flushed, my hair absolutely ruined from how hard heā€™d been pulling it, my tear-stained face still contorted in an expression of pleasure as we both recovered from the highs of our orgasms.Ā 
ā€œDid I hurt you?ā€ He asks, in between his breaths, looking genuinely concerned. ā€œI wasnā€™t too rough, was I?ā€
I laughed a little bit at that, shaking my head. ā€œYou were the perfect amount of rough. Donā€™t worry.ā€ I say, waving him off a little, assuring him that I got just as much out of this as he did.Ā 
As he tucked himself back into his pants, he grinned at me for seemingly no reason. I met his eyes with a confused expression, raising an eyebrow, pressing my lips together. ā€œWhat are you grinning about?ā€ I ask, trying to fix my hair as I look at him.
He walked over to me, turning me to face the mirror. I felt his chest against my back, and one of his large hands came to wrap themselves around me, before he ghosted a finger over my chest and whispered against my ear. ā€œYou still have some of that goddamn popsicle on you.ā€ He says, trying not to laugh.Ā 
I rolled my eyes, chuckling a bit as I remembered the entire reason heā€™d been provoked to do this, and went to go finally wipe off the sticky residue once and for all. ā€œOh yeah. Popsicle.ā€ I said, teasingly.Ā 
ā€œNever do that again.ā€ He says, starting to move away from me as he worked on making himself presentable enough to leave the bathroom with me.Ā 
I paused, turning around to look at him, still appearing completely fucked out and dazed as I smirked a bit. ā€œIf it gets you to fuck me like that? No promises.ā€Ā 
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wow! a short fic from me?! crazy!! i wanted to try my hand at writing something smutty, but short. this was specifically written for @imagining-in-the-margins summer sunshine challenge, so go check that out :3 thank you for any likes, reblogs or comments. <3 i'm eternally thankful
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seasons-of-death Ā· 2 months ago
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bf!rafe x pogue!reader cooking
warnings: suggestive language, nsfw, fluff i literally got this idea when i was cooking and my delusional ass was like "hmm i wonder what it'd be like to cook with rafe..."
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there are a lot of things that rafe cameron was good at; being a sneaky motherfucker, manipulating people to do as he wishes, and of course ...
but it only took you a few weeks to find out one thing that he hadn't mastered, and that was the art of cooking. to be fair, if your family had been as rich as him, you probably wouldn't either, the boy having grown on meals prepared by professional chefs, and before his mother's passing, hers.
meanwhile, you had known how to cook pretty much ever since you were old enough to reach the stove, cooking for yourself whenever your parents were working late, and eventually cooking for your siblings as well. your parents never told you that you needed to learn how to cook; you simply wanted to take some of the burden off their shoulders, knowing that your father worked two jobs while your mother worked as a cashier despite her back being damaged for as long as you could remember.
one time, about two weeks into your first date, rafe had tried to cook for you and... it didn't end well. almost every part of his dish, (except for the store-bought garlic bread) had burnt, and he apologized while he was ordering more dishes than you could even dream of eating to his family's home. eventually, the leftovers ended up at your house, feeding your family for a good few days.
it had only been a joke; you'd casually said "hey, what if i teach you how to cook?" but it seemed that rafe had taken it completely seriously. and if he was in, who were you to say no to that exciting look on the boy's face?
"rafe, if we're actually gonna get something done, you're gonna have to let go of me eventually." you chuckled, the boy's arms wrapped around your torso.
"i could just eat you for dinner..." he said, pressing tempting kisses on your neck while you were chopping up a bit of chili pepper to add into the recipe; rafe had sworn that he could handle the heat, but you were curious if that was really the case, or if he was just showing off as usual.
you turned around, pressing a quick, playful kiss on the boy's lips, "we'll see if you'll get to have me for dessert." you said, a grin on your lips as you continued cooking, and rafe swore that he was paying attention to your lesson, but you knew that the part he was the most excited about was the fact that he was able to manhandle you without you smacking his hand away, his hands already resting on your tits.
after about thirty minutes, the two of you were seated at the table, each of you trying the new pasta recipe you found. "shit, this is good..." rafe said, before taking a long chug of water, and you immediately knew what had caused it.
"babe, if you wanna relieve some of the spice, you're gonna have to drink milk or something. y'know, sometimes when i smoke up with my friends, we have chocolate milk on the side to help with the sore throat." you chuckle, watching as he rises to his feet and pours himself a glass of milk.
after a short moment, he returned to the table shaking his head, a wide grin on his lips as he pressed a kiss on your cheek. "you know, i'm definitely gonna need to have some of you for dessert."
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hairmetal666 Ā· 10 months ago
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Steve has a problem. Not a big problem--not an Upside Down-sized problem--but still. A problem. In the form of Eddie Munson. And not the person Eddie Munson, who is second only to Robin in the hierarchy of Steve's heart, but his feelings in regard to one Eddie Munson. Namely, his enormous, devastating, gay crush on the guy.
And he knows, okay, he knows Eddie is gay, but that doesn't mean he wants Steve. Eddie is probably into other metalheads or dnd nerds. What could Steve, with his sports and his polo shirts, possibly have to offer?
He's coping, though. Or, at least, he thought he was until the Family Video phone rings and Jonathan invites them to the New Year's Eve party he and Argyle are throwing at their new apartment.
"We have to make a no-date pact." He tells Robin as soon as the phone is back in the cradle.
"Or you could just ask Eddie."
"You could just ask Nancy." He raises an eyebrow.
She lets out a slow breath. "Yeah, okay. No-date pact. I'm down."
It's just as easy to get Nancy and Eddie on board. Nancy just laughs and says "yeah, like I'd bring a date to the party my ex-boyfriend is hosting with his new boyfriend. How you do you even start to explain that dynamic?"
And Eddie snorts right in Steve's face (it's not cute, it's not), says, "Right, cause my dating pool in Hawkins, Indiana is just ripe with guys who want to ring in the New Year with me."
Steve wants to say that he would be that guy, happily, giddily, but he can't risk blowing up his second most important friendship like that, not when Eddie's never given a fraction of a hint that he wants Steve too.
But that's his problem solved, right? The four of them aren't bringing dates. Easy-peasy.
Unfortunately, Steve's life hasn't ever worked out like that, and the party turns out to not be only their little end of the world crew and a handful of people Jon knows from his grocery store job, but an actual motherfucking party.
It takes almost ten minutes for him and Robin to navigate through the sea of strangers to find Jon and Argyle handing out solo cups in the kitchen.
"Who are all these people?" He shouts over the pounding music, nothing like Steve's ever heard.
"Argyle got a job at the record store down the street," Jon yells.
"Co-workers." Argyle nods. "And a few of their friends."
"A few, right."
"The more the merrier. Right, my dude?"
"Sure." Steve takes a cup. "You seen Eddie around?"
"Living room, last time I looked." Jonathan answers.
"See you around?" Robin asks.
"At least meet up for the ball drop," Argyle answers.
They push their way into the cramped living room, and Steve searches for that familiar cloud of hair, the ripped black jeans. It takes a minute just for the sheer amount of bodies pressed into the small space, and when he sees him Eddie's--
He's standing against a wall, next to the stereo (of course), but there's someone with him. Someone who is tall and leanly muscled in a way that Steve isn't. Someone with long hair pushed back from his forehead. Someone with facial piercings in places Steve didn't even know you could pierce and tattoos and a chain hanging from his worn blue jeans and a bandana in his back pocket, just like Eddie.
And Eddie he's--he's gazing up at this dude with clear stars in his brown doe eyes, body angling towards the other man like he can't help but push more into his orbit.
Steve turns hard, Robin colliding with his side. "Steve, what the--oh."
"I hate New Year's Eve," Steve sighs, trying to ignore the sick feeling in his stomach. It's always been the kind of holiday that is high on expectation and low on follow-through.
"C'mon, I think I spotted Nance over by the bedroom."
He lets Robin guide him across the room, steadfastly not looking back at where Eddie is very obviously finding himself a date. It's okay, Steve reasons. It's okay because that was obviously the kind of guy Eddie would be into it. He knew he had, like, no chance. He shouldn't be disappointed. He shouldn't.
The evening slips away in the shove of people, in the solo cup that manages to always be full in his hand, and he tries as hard as he can to ignore the way Robin and Nancy start sharing the same space.
So much for the no-date pact. He would laugh if a sort of deep loneliness wasn't seeping into his bones.
There's a girl, though, across the room. She's in a short dress and glances at Steve from under hooded eyelids. He could make a move; could have someone to kiss at midnight; have someone just for the night. But then--his heart makes a pathetic patter--Eddie.
Eddie who is practically in that stranger's lap.
He goes out for a cigarette.
When he comes back inside, it's five minutes til midnight and Nancy and Robin are dancing slow and sweet to a song that is neither.
He's happy for them, almost incandescent with it, but the loneliness sinks deeper, reaches marrow, especially after he fails to find Eddie in the crowd.
Steve thinks it might be time to give the whole failed endeavor up for good, but Jonathan and Argyle, both in tiny 1987 novelty top hats, appear at his side.
"Stevie-boy!" Argyle bellows. He lifts Steve at the waist, twirling him, and Steve laughs despite himself.
"Keeping busy?" He asks.
Jonathan pounds him on the back, just a little too hard.
A guest yells from deep in the apartment, "one minute to midnight!" and the music turns off, the TV tuned to Dick Clark and turned up.
Nancy and Robin find their way over, Robin mouthing "sorry," on her way. He pulls her into a side-hug; he'll never begrudge her any happiness, even on his worst day.
From across the room, there's a crash, a short yelp, and then a familiar head of fuzzy brown curls makes its way to them.
"Sorry, sorry." Eddie apologizes as he shoves through the other guests.
"Hi, guys!" He beams at them, cheeks flushed. Steve looks away so he doesn't have to think about how beautiful Eddie is; about how he's not the one who made him blush so pretty.
The countdown on the screen reaches 30 seconds, and the party goers start chanting.
"What happened to--?" Steve can't help but asking.
"Psh, that dude? He's a punk. Plus, I couldn't imagine ringing in 1987 without you guys by my side."
Steve blushes and rolls his eyes. "Sap." He knocks his hip into Eddie's.
"You love it," Eddie wraps him in a loose hold.
The count is down to 10, the ball almost dropped, Jonathan and Argyle and Nancy and Robin making soft eyes at each other.
"What's going on in that head of yours, sweetheart?" Eddie knocks his head gently against Steve's.
"It's nothing."
"You're pouting." Eddie mimics him with a poked out lip.
The count is down to 5.
"Fuck, I just--I wanted to have someone to kiss at midnight, you know?"
The ball drops, the year changes over, the room cheers. His coupled up friends cling to each other in soft, joyous kisses.
Eddie's eyes flick to their friends, to the guests, all kissing and embracing and celebrating, then back to Steve.
With two careful fingers, Eddie lifts Steve's chin, makes it so he can't look away.
"Fuck it," Eddie says. He leans forward, kisses Steve with soft authority.
And Steve just--he just fucking--crumbles into it. He makes a soft noise, curls his fists into Eddie's t-shirt.
Eddie's hands work their way into his hair, pulling him closer. Steve goes eagerly, crushes their bodies together.
They kiss and they kiss, and it's already so far from a friendly New Year's kiss, but then Eddie's tongue swipes into Steve's mouth, and the kiss breaks.
"Um," Eddie says.
Steve can't respond because all his focus is on not giving into the weakness in his knees and collapsing to the floor.
"I've wanted you to do that all night," Steve says.
"Oh." Eddie's face blossoms into a slow smile. "Me too. A lot longer than that, actually."
It's Steve's turn to smile, and he does, so hard it hurts his cheeks. "Me too."
Eddie presses their foreheads together. "Happy New Year, Stevie."
Someone starts singing Auld Lang Syne loudly and off-key, but they're quickly drowned out by a chorus of accompanying voices.
"Happy New Year, Ed."
Steve pulls him in for another kiss. 1987 is already shaping up to be the best year of his life.
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fayes-fics Ā· 6 months ago
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Textual Encounter
Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader, modern AU
Summary: Text fic. Wrong number meet-cute over text.
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Warnings: none... this is fluff and humour.
Word Count: 1.4k
Summary: Fic request fill for Anon (HERE). I kept it fun and fluffy, but yeah, I can see a sequel where they sext. Thanks to @colettebronte for the read-through. Enjoy! <3
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Y/N: Hey Liz, itā€™s y/n y/l/n. Kindle Spa gave me your mobile. Said you had moved to another salon. I donā€™t trust anyone else to wax me tbh. Big date this week, kwim šŸ˜‰ Can I get an appt? Iā€™ll come to you. Doesnā€™t matter where.Ā 
BB: Errr, I think you have the wrong numberā€¦
Y/N: Not Liz?
BB: Nope, Ben here.Ā 
Y/N: Not a waxer, I presume?
BB: I may have waxed lyrical in my time, may even have lit a few candles. Have not waxed anyone no - my own body or anyone elseā€™s. Yet. But Iā€™m game to try anything once...
Y/N: Lol.
BB: Big date, eh?
Y/N: ā€¦.Yeah. Not that it's any of your business, stranger Ben.
BB: Fair. BB: Does it hurt?
Y/N: ??
BB: Getting waxed.
Y/N: Oh. Yeah. Like a motherfucker. But you sorta get used to it, tbh. And itā€™s so much less itchy than shaving regrowth, especially in sensitive areasā€¦ Wait, why am I having this convo with a complete stranger?!
BB: We donā€™t have to be strangers. BB: Iā€™m Ben, 33, London. BB: I have no strong opinions on hair removal methods.
Y/N: lol. K. Iā€™m y/n, 28, also London. Y/N: I, as you can see, do have some opinions.
BB: Hi y/n šŸ‘‹ BB: I hope you can find Liz. Or someone else to assist with your hair needs.
Y/N: I would like it stated, for the record, Iā€™m not hairy like a troll. I just like to keep things neat.
BB: The lady doth protest too muchā€¦
Y/N: You are cheeky for a stranger.
BB: Hey, I thought we agreed. Not strangers. Me Ben. You hairy troll.
Y/N: BLOCK.
BB: Just typing it doesn't work, you know.
Y/N: You should work at the Apple Genius Bar.
BB: Hmm, possibly. I do look good in blue. Or so I've been told.
Y/N: Always glad to provide career counselling.
BB: šŸ«”
4 days later.
BB: Howā€™d your date go?
Y/N: That's odd. I donā€™t see a Genius Bar appt in my calendarā€¦?
BB: iCal is a lying bastard. BB: I also assume you now can move faster through water.
Y/N: ??
BB: Waxed smooth like a dolphinā€¦?
Y/N: šŸ˜† Y/N: Entirely none of your business, but yes, actually. Well mostly. I leave some. Why am I telling you this?! Y/N: The guy was such a dud tho, I didn't get to show it off šŸ™
BB: Please don't stop on my account. This is just delightful.Ā  BB: I apologise on behalf of all men.
Y/N: For what?
BB: Having 4 sisters, I find the safest answer here is usuallyā€¦ everything, of course.Ā  BB: But specifically, your rubbish date.
Y/N: Apology conditionally accepted. Y/N: 4 sisters?!Ā 
BB: Only conditional? What do I gots to do to make it unconditional? BB: Yeah, I knowā€¦ Iā€™ve got 3 brothers too. My parents were really into each other.Ā 
Y/N: IDK, serve a mean martini? Y/N: Understatement.
BB: That could be arranged. I took an online mixology course during lockdown.Ā  BB: My sister El declared I'm better than Stanley Tucci. Admittedly, that was after 4 espresso martinisā€¦ but I'm taking it. She's opinionated but the best one. They are a weird bunch tho šŸ¤”
Y/N: WOAH WOAH WOAH. That's a bold claim.
BB: Well, thereā€™s only one way to dispute it: try one for yourselfā€¦
Y/N: Smooth, Genius Bar, smooth.
BB: I do my best šŸ¤·
1 day later.
Y/N: I can't get my AirPods to work.
BB: You do realise I didnā€™t actually follow your career advice?
Y/N: Urgh. Inconvenient. What use are you then?
BB: As I said. Cocktails. Iā€™ll try my hand at waxing if you want.
Y/N: Best stick to the day job. Which isā€¦?
BB: Graphic design.
Y/N: Oh, thatā€™s quite cool.Ā 
BB: It pays the bills. You?
Y/N: MI-5
BB: Wow, you're a shit spy.
Y/N: It could be an excellent double bluffā€¦
BB:
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Y/N: Oh, weā€™ve graduated to memes now, have we, Genius Bar?
BB: It was called for.
Y/N: Iā€™ll take it. Purely cos it's a Hemsworth.
BB: I would too, tbh.
Y/N: Bi?
BB: For a Hemsworth? Always.
Y/N: Anyone else?
BB: Iā€™ll keep you posted.
Y/N: I'm on the edge of my seat.
3 days later.
BB: Oscar Issac.
Y/N: Good non sequitur evening to you, too, Genius Bar Ben.
BB: For the bi thing.
Y/N: Ahh. Got it. I can respect that.
BB: This is me, btw: www.instagram.com/benbridgerdesign.Ā  BB: Figured you can decide for yourself if I'm a creeper.
Y/N: Appreciated.
3 minutes later.
Y/N: You paint?
BB: I dabble
Y/N: Modesty will only make me like you more.
BB: You like me?! šŸ„¹
Y/N: You didn't mention you were handsome.
BB: There is no way to respond to that without me sounding like a twat.
BB: But thank you šŸ˜Š
Y/N: This is me: www.instagram.com/ynhandleĀ 
7 minutes later.
BB: Oh, Amalfi is so beautiful, isn't it?
Y/N: Wow. That's a deep cut. How far did you scroll back??
BB: šŸ‘€
Y/N: Yeah, it's beautiful. Shame it's tainted for me now. Was there with an ex.
BB: I saw. Very handsome.
Y/N: Are you sure you're not just into men full-stop?
BB: šŸ¤· BB: Youā€™re very pretty, too.
Y/N: Iā€™d believe it if you didn't mention my ā€œvery handsomeā€ ex firstā€¦
BB: I call it like I see it. BB: I have had 4 whiskeys, tho, so make of that what you will.
Y/N: On a school night?!
BB: Itā€™s my brother Ant's birthday. This is like non-optional drunk, Iā€™ll have you know.
Y/N: Happy birthday to him.Ā 
BB: He says thanks. Heā€™s also told me to get off my fucking phone. Which is rich. He is texting his wife nonstop.
Y/N: Hah! Safe travels through Whiskeytown, BenBridger šŸ«”
BB: I kinda miss Genius Barā€¦. šŸ˜ž
Y/N: I can't winā€¦
2 days later.
BB: Settle an argument for me.
Y/N: šŸæ
BB: Col, younger brother, never stops eating... He claims Katz Deli is overrated. I argue it's touristy but still good. Youā€™ve been. Where do you sit on this matter?
Y/N: You really did go thru my Insta, didn't you?? Y/N: Thanks for the follow, BTW.
BB: It's a compliment, I assure you. BB: Welcome. And same.
Y/N: Not complaining. And yeah, I agree with you, actually.
BB: Hah! Excellent!!
Y/N: Waitā€¦ your older brother is Ant, and your younger brother is Col? Youā€™re Ben. So, like ABC?
BB:Ā  ā€¦ I already warned you my family was weird.
Y/N: You did. You did.
BB: Now, please excuse me while I go gloat.
Y/N: šŸ‘
5 mins later.
BB: Hi. This is Col. You must be the famous y/n. Benā€™s in the bogs, and the mug left his phone on the table unlocked, so this is on him.Ā  BB: He like really likes you. Like a lot. Will you go on a date with him pls?Ā 
Y/N: Err, ok, hi Col. Y/N: Umm, I think Ben should be the one to ask me that. Donā€™t you?
BB: Heā€™s too scared youā€™ll say no.
Y/N: I won'tā€¦
BB: EXCELLENT.
2 minutes later.
BB: I am so SO sorry about that šŸ˜¬ Heā€™s such a shit. BB: Butā€¦ do you mean it?
Y/N: Ask me properlyā€¦
BB: Would you, y/n, like to go on a date with me? Please?
Y/N: I would be delighted to Ben. šŸ˜€
BB: šŸ™ BB: Are you free on Thursday? Could I take you to dinner?
Y/N: Sounds wonderful.Ā 
BB: 7pm? Meet at Picadilly Circus? By Brasserie Zedel?
Y/N: Iā€™ll be there šŸ˜€
BB: šŸ˜€
10 days later.
BB: I think you should knowā€¦ Liz is an artiste šŸ˜®ā€šŸ’Ø
Y/N: Stop texting me from my bed, you dork. šŸ˜˜ Y/N: How do you take your coffee?
BB: I'm like 10 meters away. Why not just ask me?
Y/N: You started this, Genius Barā€¦
BB: Come back to bed, Mostly Hairless Troll.
Y/N: I asked for that, didn't I? šŸ¤¦
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canon-gabriel-quotes Ā· 8 months ago
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Gabriel : *heavy breathing and grunting* Bastard.Ā 
Useless bucket of bolts. Yeah, you better run!
Load back to your- Ah shit, that was hard. Load back to your little checkpoint.
Yeah, go ahead. Go P rank the other levels.Ā 
Ohā€¦ Iā€™m sorry. Can-can-can I? Excuse me, can I help you?
Columbo : Oh, uh, hi there. Sorry, I didnā€™t mean to interrupt.
Uh, Iā€™m looking for somebody.Ā 
Uh, Gabriel is it? Is that you? Is that who Iā€™m lookin for?
Listen, I just gotta say, you did an amazing job uhā€¦ Fighting off that uh.Ā 
Whatā€™d ya-whatā€™d ya call it?
Uh, you called it aā€¦Ā 
Gabriel : A mere object?
Columbo : Thatā€™s right. A mere object.Ā 
Phenomenal work.Ā 
I gotta tell ya. Robots, I donā€™t trust em myself.Ā 
Ya know, I had-I had this one episode where uh, there was this robot named Rob and uh-
Gabriel : Uh, yes.Ā 
Thatā€™s very fascinating, but could you perhaps get on with your introduction?Ā 
Columbo : Uh, certainly. So Iā€™m, uh, Iā€™m lieutenant Columbo. Uh, Iā€™m with the LAPD. Uh, I'm in the homicide department.Ā 
Gabriel : Homicide? You canā€™t kill a machine.Ā 
Columbo : No no no! Of course not. But umā€¦ Wellā€¦ Ya can certainly love one.
Gabriel : D-d-d-detective I- I donā€™t- I donā€™t know what youā€™re implying there with that statement!
As you can tell Iā€¦ Despise machines and wouldnā€™t think about doing so- Loving them, I mean.
Columbo : Yes, of course uh. Absolutely, itā€™s completely unthinkable.Ā 
Except, well. While I was- while I was over here and I opened this door and uh fourteen- fourteen V1 body pillows fell out. Along with a buncha the plushies.Ā 
Uh, and I just canā€™t imagine how ya- how ya happened upon something like that by accident.
Itā€™s a little ridiculous! Uh, frankly.
Gabriel : Uh, no no no, listen.Ā Ā 
Detective. I can explain, okay?Ā 
Those belong to- uh! That guy over there!Ā 
*Filth-like scream*
Gabriel : Yeah! A real freak!Ā 
Some kinda pervert. I donā€™t know why we keep him around.
But uh, I-I have nothing to do with it.Ā 
Columbo : Well, ya see, I would believe- I would believe that, but uh.Ā 
Itā€™s just that- Well we had the boys at the lab run these pillows and we found your cum- We found your DNA all over em, uh.
Youā€™re-Youā€™re under arrest, Iā€™m killing you.
Gabriel : K-hah. Kill me? *laughs*
Oh detective.Ā 
Columbo : Oh. Aw fuck.
Gabriel : Iā€™m afraid youā€™ve made a grave mistake.Ā 
Because, in factā€¦ What is going to happen insteadā€¦
Is actually what Iā€™m gonna- AHHHG MOTHERFUCKER
Iā€™LL FUCKIN KILL YOU
SON OF A BITCHĀ 
AHHG YOU BASTARD
Iā€™LL RIP YOU APARTĀ 
PIECE OF SHIT
YOU FUCK
ASSHOLE
BITCH
*Grunting*Ā 
Oh Shit.Ā 
Oh. What have I done?Ā 
V1 : Bro, tell me you didnā€™t just kill a fucking cop.
Gabriel : The law will be here any second nowā€¦Ā 
Machine, flush the drugs.
V1 : No way, bro. Letā€™s smoke that.
Gabriel : All of it?!?
Hmā€¦ One last rideā€¦
Well, alright.
*coughing his lungs out*
V1 : No Gabriel, holding it in doesnā€™t do anything!
*Gabriel continues to cough his lungs out*
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the-thing-withfeathers Ā· 1 month ago
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exceeded caution part 5
how dare you?
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a/n: ohhhh i had so much fucking fun with this chapter. i couldnt stop once i started. i hope u all enjoyyyy
pairing: ex!tara carpenter x f!reader into sam carpenter x f!reader
warnings: cursing, threatening language, mention of blood and violence, mention of sustained injuries, mention of stabbing. 3.9k words.
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"i really don't want you doing this." you said to sam as you fixed the collar on her jacket, using your palm to flatten the fabric.
"i will be fine. and i'll be back in no time." sam placed her hand over yours. you just stared at your joined hands for a moment.
she noticed that you were starting to zone out and pressed a kiss to your forehead.
"it'll work. i know it will." she said, confidently.
"it might work. but at what risk?" you asked, finally making eye contact with her. "they're putting you out there like lambs for the slaughter. i don't want anything to happen to you or tara. it's not worth it."
sam placed a hand on your cheek, holding your attention.
"i'll take any chance to catch this motherfucker and put an end to this if it means we get to be together at the end."
god, you hated her.
"you'll need to be alive for that, samantha." you rolled your eyes at her.
"i will be alive. i promise."
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you were sat in the back of a van while sam and tara wandered out in the open. you hated the idea of using them as bait. no matter how good kirby and detective bailey were at their jobs, you knew ghostface was always a few steps ahead.
as mindy and kirby butted heads over the plan, you glanced at ethan. the boy was shamelessly snacking on a bag of cheetos, how could he even stomach anything right now? he noticed your staring and turned the bag of cheetos to you, offering you some. you waved your hand to dismiss him and looked away.
you offered to join the two sisters in their escapade to gain an advantage over ghostface, but they didn't need you in an even worse state.
you realised that you didn't even have a theory as to who the killer could be. there were too many people around and too many things happening for you to even make a guess. you also wondered if anyone suspected you.
"heart of gold with a dark past." mindy said, describing you to tara and sam. "it's the perfect cover up."
"she's got a rock solid alibi." tara said, crossing her arms at mindy. the girl still held a protective nature for you. "i was breaking up with her."
"she still left after." mindy countered. "you never know. isn't it weird that she always just seems to be around when you need her most?"
sam hated to even consider that you were capable of taking a life. unfortunately, despite her growing feelings, she had to be cautious with you. that was one of the risks she had to ponder on after you two decided to take things further.
fortunately for you, she looked into your eyes enough to know that there was not a single murderous spark in that head of yours.
"this is exactly how our uncle randy died." mindy's frustrated voice echoed in the van, taking you out of your investigative headspace. "broad daylight, public place, yanked into a van." the girl's monologue was never-ending, she was hard to stop when she got like this.
"stab. stab. stab. no more randy!" she exclaimed.
"huh." kirby responded, seemingly ignoring mindy's efforts at pointing out flaws in the operation. she turned back to the computer in front of her. "hey sam? stay frosty out there, okay?"
"we're good." you heard her voice through the computer's soft speaker. the tone of her voice reassured you, you knew she just wanted this to end.
you leaned back against the wall of the van, letting out a small yawn. you can't remember the last time you got a decent sleep.
you heard a faint ringing. you sat up as sam picked up the phone.
"you're gonna die, you know?" you almost felt your attraction to her increasingly grow with her determination. but now wasn't the time to think about that.
kirby typed away on her computer, tracking the killer's location. you leaned forward, trying to hear better.
"for a mastermind, youā€™re not very bright. waiting for me to call, desperately hoping iā€™m nearby so the police can grab me." the voice changer was haunting, it was the type of voice that wouldn't leave your nightmares. he was terrifying, you had to give him that. "but iā€™m not nearby. i'm one step ahead. be seeing you, samantha."
hearing sam's full name come from ghostface sent chills down your spine. it was intense, like the name held a lot of weight.
he hung up just like that, you watched as kirby discovered his location. the radius slowly started to narrow down to the upper west side.
kirby informed the two girls that ghostface was nowhere near them.
"on west 96th?" tara asked, kirby furrowed her eyebrows.
"how did you know that?" kirby inquired.
"gale." sam spoke.
you thought back to how kirby turned gale away from joining everyone, how press wasn't allowed anywhere near this. while her action was valid, you now realise it may have turned around to bite her back harder.
you heard heavy breathing and footsteps from the other end of the comms, deducing that they were running.
"my friend danny works on the upper west side. he can get there quicker!" you heard sam say through her short breaths. you had only met danny a few times, you had no doubt that he was a good presence in the carpenter's lives. although, he was still a viable suspect. you know he had a history with sam, you couldn't tell if it was just jealousy or actual logic that caused you to suspect him.
"or he could finish her off! it's possible he's the killer." detective bailey had a point there, it was convenient that he just so happened to work in the area.
"fuck. we have to get there now." sam said, stopping in her tracks as bailey protested, asking her to take a minute.
the comms started to fizzle out suddenly, you realised it was because they were getting further away.
you couldn't help yourself and lunged out of the van you were sitting in. you looked around and scanned the area. you spotted bailey and squinted, only to see that there was a police vehicle driving away with it's sirens blaring. you had no doubt that it was tara's doing, she could be reckless when she wanted to be.
"fuck this." you mumbled, turning back around to kirby. "can you take us there?" kirby heard the worry laced in your voice, she sighed and nodded.
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the car ride was silent, you sat in the passenger seat while the other three squeezed into the back seat. chad looked uncomfortable in the middle, seeing as he was the most built one out of all of them.
you jumped as your phone buzzed, you were doing that more often.
caller id ā€” tara carpenter
you quickly answered.
"tara. are you okay?" you immediately asked. "is gale okay?"
"sam and i are fine. gale isn't. she's been hurt." tara answered your question.
"sit tight. we're almost there." you said.
"okay." tara sounded exhausted. this would have been extremely hard for the both of them. gale was someone that was there when this all started, despite their differences, she was a constant that they could depend on. "i'll see you soon..." tara proceeded to hang up the phone.
you turned to everyone else in the car. "gale's been hurt. i'm not sure how bad but we'll find out soon enough." you wished that there were no other cars present on the road. you wished that you could just plow through every other vehicle just to get there faster.
when you arrived, the sisters were standing shoulder to shoulder by the steps of the apartment complex.
sam looked like she had years taken off her lifespan. she was staring into nothing, her mind was racing and her shoulders were holding the weight of the world.
you hopped out of the car and felt your feet pick up the pace, you had to get to her as soon as possible.
as you crashed into the girl, you wrapped your arms around her neck, enveloping her into a hug. she took her hands out of her pockets and hugged your waist, her face burrowing itself into your neck. she inhaled deeply, taking in your scent and warmth. she felt herself relax a little more as she held you in your arms.
"i was so fucking worried about you both." you said, slowly pulling away to suddenly pull tara into a hug. she didn't expect it but she was pleasantly surprised. she hugged your waist and put her head on your chest. you were tall enough to rest your chin on her head. hearing your heartbeat was enough to calm her as well.
"any word on gale?" chad asked, walking up the stairs. you all collectively decided to sit on the couches that were in the lobby. you took a seat directly next to sam.
"she had a pulse the last time we saw her." tara cleared the air a bit more. "they said she's strong enough to pull through."
you sighed in relief. you spotted danny suddenly run into the building, breathless as he looked like he was running.
"i got here as fast as i could." he spoke in between breaths.
"did you?" tara asked, her tone accusatory.
had tara also been suspecting him? you had to give her credit for that. she was incredibly quick with picking up things like this. you glanced at danny and realised he was staring right at sam. was there still something lingering there? did sam have any lingering feelings? you wanted to pull her closer, stake some form of claim on her but you knew you had no right to do that just yet. instead, you settled for placing a hand on her upper arm.
"i'm scared. i don't wanna get hurt again." mindy said, her voice just barely above a whisper.
"neither do i." chad followed. mindy eyed him.
"i don't want you getting hurt again either." she told him.
"i know. i know." chad leaned his head on his sister's shoulder. as much as they butted heads, they loved each other more than anyone.
tara leaned her head on mindy's shoulder too. a part of you would have loved to be there when they were all happy together, enjoying life as normal teenagers back in woodsboro. maybe then you'd be able to understand them.
"so what do we do now?" chad asked, turning to sam.
"maybe he gets to win this time." sam said, softly. your eyes flickered to her, your eyebrows furrowing at her statement. win? what did she mean by that?
tara, mindy, and chad had the same expression as you. they raised their heads to look at sam, confused looks on their faces.
"he wants to punish me." your was pushed away as she stood up from her seat. "me." you saw tears starting to pool around her eyes, a choked down sob almost making it through her hardened exterior. "so maybe i let him."
you looked over to everyone else, did this sound absolutely ridiculous to them too?
"i'll just give myself up." she said, allowing the tears to flow freely and the rasp to take control of her voice. "if this is what i have to do to keep you safe, it's worth it."
you were stunned to silence. sam just wanted to give up. that wasn't the sam you knew, that wasn't the girl you fell for. you wondered where this was suddenly coming from. you thought that all the loss just got too much for her, she was willing to give herself up to end it all. you couldn't let that happen.
"no!" tara spoke up before you could. "we're not doing that, sam." the girl scrambled to stand up from her chair. "you came back to woodsboro to protect me. every single day, you make the decision to protect me. none of us would even be alive if it wasn't for you."
"she's right." chad nodded. "you have to let us help you too, sam."
"no." sam shook her head. she couldn't take it anymore. she hated how much you've all been through just because she happened to draw the short straw in a gene pool.
"yes. we're a team, remember?" tara stared her sister down, which was impressive given that tara has never been able to stare anyone down.
"actually, we're family." mindy said. you watched as the four of them came together, chad clapping and standing up. you wondered how the lovable knucklehead managed to brighten up the moment no matter what.
"core four!" core four. that was cute.
"he's gonna keep coming after us." sam said.
"isn't there somewhere safe we could just hole up in?" ethan asked. you forgot he was there for a second. maybe he felt like just as much of an outsider as you did sometimes.
"he's just gonna keep finding us." tara said to him. suddenly, it was like the gears turned in her head. "we could use that though. i have an idea."
tara held her hand out and asked for chad's phone, walking outwith the rest of the crew. sam was about to follow but you pulled her back.
"i didn't get to say what i thought." you said, your voice was firm. sam met your eyes and her lips pressed into a thin line. you were glaring at her. you shoved her chest back. it wasn't enough to topple her but it was enough to stun her. in fact, it was impressive how you were able to do it with just one hand. "how fucking dare you?!"
she stared at you with wide, shocked eyes.
"don't look at me like that. how dare you even think about giving yourself up?!" you almost screamed at her but you kept your voice down. "did you not even think of how that would affect everyone else?"
sam was rendered to silence. she wanted you to let it all out, even if it meant taking your sudden change of tone. she didn't know how to handle this side of you, but she was glad you allowed yourself to be vulnerable with her. in fact, you challenged her.
"tara would be left without anybody! you're practically chad and mindy's triplet! and me! and... and me..." you started to stutter out your words as the sobs laced themselves in between your words. "did you even remember that you made me a promise?" you asked, weakly.
"i'm sorry. i remember that promise like i made it two seconds ago." sam said, reaching for your hand and placing it over her heart. "please forgive me. i'll never bring it up again. this heart will continue to beat for you." it was criminal how easily she eased your worries.
"you stress me the fuck out." you scoffed out through tears.
"i'm afraid you will have to deal with that for a very long time then." she said, placing her own hand over yours.
"good."
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you two rejoined everyone else outside, tara was already on the phone to detective bailey.
"we wanna lure him to a secure location and trap him inside." was tara's opening line that you walked in on. the girl was clever. she probably already had an entire plan mapped out in her head. you were always impressed by her level of intelligence.
"and then what?" you heard bailey over the phone.
"we execute him." you almost laughed at the aggressive word used by tara. but you felt that it was fitting.
bailey went quiet, you chalked it up to the fact that he was probably thinking the entire thing over. he had lost his daughter, you thought that he wouldn't think twice.
"are you gonna help us?" tara asked, an attitude sparking. she was growing impatient. and nobody liked impatient tara.
"let's kill this son of a bitch." bailey said.
you looked over to sam as bailey explained that you had access to the theater. he also warned you all to travel in public to minimize the chances of ghostface attacking you.
so you decided to take the subway.
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the hustle and bustle of new york.
it had been a while since you've actually been out with other people. this was an unconventional reason for you and all your friends to suddenly immerse yourself in the crowd but it was better than nothing.
you almost forgot it was time to play dress up. most of the people underground were all dressed up in costumes, probably about to make their way to halloween parties.
as you pushed through the crowd. you felt yourself get pulled in a million different directions. before you knew it, you had gotten separated from your friends.
you were shoved into a tightly packed train car, trying to shove your way through to find someone familiar. you squeezed your way through the sardine-like formation that everyone situated themselves in.
eventually, though the clearing, you spotted chad. you started to slowly make your way over to them. your arm was in pain, constantly being bumped into by strangers or the train itself. you winced as someone backed into you, lightly pushing them away,
when you reached the group of four, the train shook. you stumbled into tara, reaching for her shoulder with your good arm.
"sorry." you mumbled. sam let out a breath, she was glad you made it on with them.
"it's okay. i'm glad you're here." tara said, turning to face you. you grabbed the hanging strap right above her, staying close.
"me too. where's mindy?" you asked chad. "and ethan...?"
"we got split apart. pretty boy here pulled me in. maybe if you didn't do that, i'd be with them." chad practically spat at him.
"i was just trying to keep us together." danny said, on the defensive side.
you and tara turned to him at the same time, the same expression on your faces. you squinted at him, studying him a bit. he was a local, he knew how busy the subway could get. sometimes you just had to go with the ocean and not force anything.
the lights started flickering and you made sure to keep an eye on everyone when they did turn back on. chad suddenly straightened his posture when he realised the state of the train.
"holy shit." he looked just behind sam's shoulder. you followed his eyes.
ghostface. pinhead. ghostface. michael myers. ghostface. ghostface. ghostface. ghostface. another ghostface. and another ghostface.
they were everywhere.
"fuck." you whispered under your breath.
"how many stops do we have?" tara asked, sam leaned over to look at the map.
"ten." she said.
fuck. double digits. were you even gonna make it to the first?
it was like the universe was actively working against you. there was no way you all happened to board this train on this day and get separated.
people started to funnel out of the train with each stop. you looked over at sam and realised something had caught her eye. you tried to track where she was looking but there were just too many people.
"guys." she caught the attention of everyone else.
there.
one of the ghostfaces was moving towards you at an alarming pace. just as he was about to reach sam, you stepped in front of her. she grabbed your waist to steady you and pull you back against her chest.
the person in the costume turned to exit the train. you exhaled sharply and grabbed another hanging strap, this time on sam's side. tara frowned at the loss of your closeness but admired that you stood in between sam and a potential murderer.
with sam's hand resting on your waist still, you stayed close to her side, practically leaning on the girl. your mind was racing. nine more stops to go.
you hoped that mindy was okay on the other train. she'd be just as terrified, there would be just as many ghostfaces.
stop after stop, the pit in your stomach failed to resolve itself. even if you were going to make it off the train, you still had an entire night ahead of you.
screech!
you had dozed off on about stop number six, you were now seated but still leaning on sam's shoulder. you blinked your sleep away and sat up as you hit your final stop.
the four of you exited the train, quickly jogging up the steps and out of the subway. as you walked towards the theater, you felt yourself gravitate towards sam.
fuck it.
tara, danny, and chad walked ahead of you both anyway. you reached for her hand and intertwined your fingers. you needed that moment with her before you walked into your doom. she roughly pulled her hand away, looking irritated suddenly. you looked up at her with concern, did you miss something?
as you fell asleep on stop number six, chad turned to sam.
"you have to be careful of her." he whispered. he had never been the theory type, that was more mindy's thing. but mindy wasn't there, and she had her thoughts about you. as much as she did care for you, she cared for everyone else too. "she's got just as much motivation as the rest of them."
sam looked at the floor, silently processing.
"tara broke her heart. she could be out for revenge." he continued. "i know you like her a lot. and i get it. i was like that with liv ages ago. i let my feelings cloud my judgement. and you can't do that, sam. we're counting on you."
sam gritted her teeth at what chad was saying. she knew he was right. she had to do what it took to protect her family. unfortunately, you didn't go through what they went through, and you did have motive.
"and even then, she's already taken a lot of hits. we can't have anyone slowing us down. she's down one arm and it might bite us in the ass harder than we think." chad said. she hated that he used your injury to built the case against you.
even then, it didn't stop the doubt that grew in sam's mind.
she had to make the right call tonight. and it was going to be hard.
as you met kirby outside the theater, she mentioned that she had everything set up.
"let's get you all inside." she said.
sam abruptly turned to you and danny.
"not you guys."
what?
"sam, what are you talking about?" you asked her, stepping towards her, nearly shouldering danny just to get in her eyeline.
"i can't trust anyone. and yes, i know... i know what we are. but we don't know you." you felt your heart shatter at the fact that maybe you didn't open yourself up as well as you thought. when she said that, you knew that she didn't eliminate you entirely from her list of suspects, no matter how deep her feelings ran.
"but i have to be in there with you. i promised i wouldn't leave!" you said, reaching out to her. she only stepped backwards, away from you.
"you're not woodsboro."
she was right. you weren't woodsboro. you never were and you never will be. you were never going to be a part of that little family they shared. you were never going to understand.
as you stood outside with danny, you didn't know what to do with yourself. when you saw the group round the corner, you heard danny's muffled groans. you turned around to be met with the infamous masked killer himself.
and then everything went black.
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author's journal okay once again this came out a lot sooner than i expected but i had a lot of writing muse today and i promised emma that i would get this out for her! i hope you enjoy this, liefje. oooh i am sososososososo incredibly excited to write the next part of this series. cause u alllll know whats coming next. i promise it won't end when the canon ends though, i'm estimating a few more parts even after the ghostface stuff is resolved. i also fuck so hard w the music i listened to when writing this chapter. a lot of paris again but the live version of labour this time. that song just sends chills down my spine. but i promise i listened to more! particularly this song riiiiight here.
i also kinda wanna start timing myself when writing like hm just curious to see how long i usually take esp for long chapters. i hope u all have been enjoying the series so far cause i've had SUCH a good time writing it. i have an assessment due in two days so i will have to focus on that for a hot sec but i promise part 6 wont be ages cause i'll write it in my free time. anyways, i wish that everyone has the bestest day ever. kisses x
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