#hey you guys have never heard of me before

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

[4:22 pm]

(cw: f!reader, unwanted advances, threats of beating someone up, profanity)

Fratboy!Jaehyun wasn't even sure what the fuck he was doing in the library! He started at his laptop in pure annoyance. Like, what did the words on the screen even mean? What did his professor even want him to do by reading 10 pages? Who the fuck even came to the library?

Well.. his eyes darted to the next table over, you were here. Here working on an assignment and Jaehyun was just too proud to admit that he was in the stages of being clingy. He couldn't get enough of being around you, he wanted to spend every single minute with you, and didn't like even thinking about you not being near him. So here he was, "studying" a table away with a pout on his face since you told him to give you space.

Actually, not just you, you and your partner. Ugh, Jaehyun hated this guy. Jack. Stupid Jack. Stupid Jack who had very clearly been flirting with you despite the fact that your almost boyfriend was just a few feet away.

Jaehyun tore his eyes away from the screen once again, focusing on you and Jack giggling over your shared laptop. Whatever, any word coming out of stupid Jack's mouth couldn't have been that funny. Or maybe it was funny and Jaehyun would just never understand because he wasn't in the same major as you and Jack.

That was also another reason Jaehyun was here in the libabry. A reason he'd never tell anyone. So maybe Jaehyun was a little insecure with the fact that he wasn't smart enough for you. You were smart, so smart. Before you, the only times he'd actually studied was when Taeyong forced him to go to the library. So what if he wanted to be better for you? It wasn't like getting smart and trying in school was a bad habit. It was a great habit, even if it was a major pain in his ass.

"Bro, you've been staring at Sweets for like 5 minutes now," Jaehyun heard from his left side. Right, dumb and dumbest, aka Mark and Haechan had found him here in the library and crashed his spying.

"I'm not staring!" Jaehyun whispers.

"I would," Haechan adds, "Jack has totally been flirting with her. It's fine, she knows where home is."

Jaehyun rolls his eyes, he's so pissed off with Jack that Haechan's comment isn't even a cause for concern. Yet, as he looks at you and Jack, he sees Jack leaning in to whisper something in your ear, sees you laugh softly, and sees Jack's eyes dart down to you lips. Then, as if in slow motion, Jaehyun sees this asshole begin to lean in!

He stands and takes the few steps over to you just as you pull back with your eyes wide in complete distress.

Jaehyun grabs your chair and slides it back before Jack can get any closer, "bro, what the hell do you think you're doing?"

Jack chuckles, "hey man, she was digging my vibe, so I decided to make my move."

"Digging your vibe?" You parrot, "no, I wasn't. What made you think that?"

"I've been flirting with you since you gave me you number for this assignment and you never shut me down," Jack states as if it's the most obvious thing ever.

Jaehyun turns to you, brows furrowed with confusion just to catch your brows furrowed with confusion. It's cute, Jaehyun thinks, it's really cute. "But I thought you were just being nice and thought you were a little funny," you reply softly.

Jack rolls his eyes and grabs his things while Jaehyun helps you gather your own things. What Jaehyun really wants to be doing is beating the shit out of Jack for flirting with you and making you feel stupid, but he doesn't. Beating Jack up wouldn't make this situation better or help you feel better.

So later, while the two of you walk back to the frat house hand in hand, Jaehyun listens to you explain how you never assumed Jack was into you. "No guys have ever really been into me. He was never overtly friendly or made any directly flirty comments... how did I miss it?" You pout.

Jaehyun pulls you in close and wraps an arm around your shoulders, "lots of guys are into you sweets, they just know better than to hit on my girl. And Jack, well he's just an asshole who either didn't know or didn't want to take any hints."

“Lots of guys are into me?” You repeat with a pout and your brows pinched in confusion.

“We’re not focusing on that right now,” Jaehyun deadpans, “I’m yours and you’re mine. I think… maybe you just missed the signs. I mean you missed my signs.”

“That’s true,” you nod.

Jaehyun laughs softly, pressing a kiss to the side of your head while you both climb the steps of the porch, “it’s done now. You don’t have to worry about him anymore. Plus, if doesn’t get the hint after all this, you let me know and I’ll be happy to sucker punch him right in his ugly face.”

“Me too!” Haechan exclaims as he tosses his backpack aside, “actually just let me know if he even looks at you. I’ll fight him for that, and I bite!”

[unhealthyvendetta]

☆ YOU'RE A NEEDY GUY, BUT I GUESS I KIND OF LIKE THAT ☆

♡ overview. you broke up with your boyfriend who always treated you like dirt. now that you're gone he can't seem to live without you

♡ caution. satoru x reader, toxic relationship, cheating, angst, new and improved reader, not proof-read, no use of Y/N, sadist reader

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You held a huge gift in your hand. It wasn't expensive, no, but it had sentimental value.

Satoru always talked about how much he loved gifts like that, ones that came from the heart; at least that's what he said. It was your wedding anniversary and you wanted to do something for him.

You crept towards his office when you heard Satoru and his friends having a chat. "When are you going to divorce her? She's so cheesy and corny. It makes me sick!" One of his friends scoffed. Your heart dropped to your feet.

"Exactly. Why would you marry her?" His other friend snickered.

"I love her but this mundane life is boring." Satoru sighed, "I know a divorce would break her heart, so I'll just have to be secretive."

You stood frozen, looking through the cracks of the door. You probably would've confronted him, but to be honest your marriage was filled with holes that you desperately attempted to fill.

Satoru had been acting odd for the past year now, but you loved this man to death. So you ignored the countless girl "best friends" he had and the amount of times he came home with the scent of womens perfume on his shirt.

What could you do? Nothing.

But to come face to face with the thought of divorcing him was something that could make you deathly ill.

You quickly tried to think of something to do, anything ti get your mind off of this. Without thinking, you grabbed your car keys headed toward your car and started driving.

You kept driving, your hands shaking with anger and pure sadness.

You stopped at your parents house and knocked on the door. Your mother opened the door and looked surprised and excited to see you, although it was cut short due to the expression that you wore.

Before she could ask if you were okay, you burst into tears and gave her a huge hug.

After explaining the situation with your mother, she let you stay for as long as you needed. You thanked her and walked into your old bedroom.

It was a hit of nostalgia and sadness. You wished you never met Satoru. If you didn't you'd still be here, in this very bedroom.

Just then, your phone rang. Satoru was calling.

You reluctantly answered the call. "Honey, where are you? Your location is off." He asked, feigning anxiousness.

"I'm at my parents," You answered dryly. "Is everything okay?" Satoru asked, picking up on your dry response. "I don't want to call right now." You said bluntly. Satoru didn't speak for a few seconds, probably due to shock.

"That's okay, bye babe." Satoru assured, making your stomach twist with anger. He was playing in your face like a jackass.

You hung up, feeling nothing but rage. You decided to ignore your feelings and just go to bed, it was late after all.

Your eyes fluttered open but were quickly shut from the sudden sunlight. Once your eyes got used to the brightness you sat up and stretched. "How'd you sleep?" A familiar voice asked.

You turnt your head and saw your (soon to be ex) husband Satoru.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" You yelled, which made him laugh. "I was worried about you, you can't just leave like that." He smiled.

Satoru went to kiss your hand but you pulled away before thinking, making his smile drop.

"Hey.. is something wrong?" Satoru asked, looking almost hurt at the fact you pulled away. The sight made you feel.. almost satisfied? You decided to ignore him and he looked disappointed.

'"Hey, come on.. don't do that.. what'd I do?" Satoru asked with a frown. "Nothing, I'm just tired, okay?" You replied coldly. "No, no, come on.. don't be this way.. are you mad at me?" Satoru whined. "Leave me alone," You said as you got up from the bed.

Satoru looked so confused. Why do you keep pulling away from him like that?

You went downstairs to question why your mom would let Satoru in after you told her what happened but you saw your dad instead. "Awh," Your father sighed contently as he saw you. "It's been so long, I wish you told me you were visiting!" He smiled greatly.

You smiled back but your happiness was cut short by Satoru coming downstairs as well.

Your father went to greet him so you took this time to quickly slip out the door. You got in your car and tried to calm yourself. Why would Satoru follow you? What a jackass. You checked your phone and saw several missed calls from Satoru at the ass crack of dawn.

You decided to get out the car for a moment and saw Satoru. "We should head home," He said.

"I don't want to," You replied sharply. "Why are you so angry at me? I can feel tension between us. Please don't ignore me like this." Satoru confronted anxiously. You scoffed at him and ignored him, making him place his hands on your shoulders.

"Please talk to me, w-we can work some-" Satoru stuttered before you cut him off. "There's nothing wrong." You scoffed, making Satoru frown. "Let's just go home at least." Satoru suggested.

You would say no, but you miss your cat, so you reluctantly agreed.

You walked into your house and went to cuddle your cat and Satoru tried to talk to you, but as usual you made it difficult.

Eventually when nighttime came by, you reluctantly slept next to Satoru, or so you thought. He was gone. Where? You checked the closet and saw his suit missing. You checked his location and saw that he was at a restaurant. Just then, a notification popped up. Satoru uploaded a new story, which wasn't shocking.

You accidentally clicked the notification which pissed you off but we move.

But your anger subsided once you saw him taking a selfie with a girl which obviously wasn't you. You didn't really care, but quickly the post was taken down; accompanied with a facetime call you let ring.

You didn't even wanna think about his bullshit, so you went to sleep. But unfortunately you woke up to a suprise breakfast in bed from Satoru. You gave a slight frown, "I'm not hungry." You rejected, making him frown too.

"You're mad at me," Satoru said. "I'm just tired," You replied. Satoru eventually gave up and left you alone.

He invited his friends over and you knew they were probably going to talk about you again so you quietly peeked through the door and tried hearing their conversation.

"She's been acting weird, huh? Maybe she's playing hard to get?" His friend suggested. "But why would she? Do you think she heard or went through my phone?" Satoru asked. "Did we leave the door open?" His friend asked. He turned towards the door and before you could run away, he opened it and saw you.

Satoru looked really shocked to see you and you both stared at each other for a few moments.

"What.. what were you doing here?" Satoru asked as if he didn't already have an answer.

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hi guys.. i know it's been like 2 months and i apologize! i've been so busy :(( i know this sucks and! frankly i feel like i lost by ability to write but this kind of took forever so pretend its good for my ego pls :') anyways, hi guys!!

[tortillamastersblog]

Back To You - Part 11 | Sam Carpenter

Pairing: Sam Carpenter x reader

Warnings: mentions of violence, death, blood, injuries, and swearing

Summary: When Sam left after turning eighteen, you were devastated. You’d been in love with her since you were kids and her leaving meant you never got to tell her how you truly felt.

Fast forward a couple of years, Tara gets attacked and Sam returns. . .

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The rest of the walk back to the apartment was uneventful. Sam and I stayed a couple of paces behind everyone and even though we didn’t speak I kept stealing glances at her, feeling my heart flutter every time I caught her snuggling deeper into my hoodie in search of comfort.

Now, we’re back at the apartment. Tara and Chad are in Tara’s room, talking, according to Quinn, while the rest of us is gathered in the living room.

Well, almost everyone. Sam stayed downstairs when we got here, saying she needed a moment to compose herself.

I completely understand where she’s coming from, tonight’s been a lot and I get that she needs some space, but I still have an innate need to comfort her.

I know we’re not on the best of terms especially after our little tiff on the way to the party, but I still care deeply about her and I hate seeing her upset.

Which reminds me. . . I should probably have a little chat with Tara.

I set down the bottle I just took from the fridge after taking a big sip of water, and slowly make my way to Tara’s room.

Much to my surprise, Quinn is already there and what she’s saying makes my eyebrows rise up.

She’s saying something about cock blocking Tara and Chad, something they both vehemently deny and I slow down so as to not get into the middle of it.

Eventually they drop it though, and Quinn leaves the room, smirking at me when she passes me in the hallway before Chad exits the room as well after telling Tara not to kill Sam.

He sends me a small smile as he brushes past me and I pat his shoulder with a sympathetic look before going to the door and leaning against the doorframe.

Tara still hasn’t noticed me and when she lets herself fall back on the bed with a dopey smile I can’t help but smile too.

Oh, she and Chad have it bad for each other. I can’t wait to ask how and when that happened.

For now, there are more important things to talk about though.

I push myself back off the doorframe. “Knock, knock,” I say quietly.

Tara’s head whips around and she immediately sits up when she sees me, her dopey grin turning into a somber smile. “Y/N, hey. . .”

“Can I come in?” I ask and when Tara nods and pats the spot beside her I cross the room and take a seat next to her. “You okay?”

She shifts closer and rests her head on my shoulder with a sigh. “No, not really. I hate fighting with Sam, but she’s so overprotective, it’s suffocating. . . I’m sorry I didn’t greet you properly How was your drive? I thought you and Liam had plans for tonight?”

“We did, but he was called into work. The drive was fine, long, but fine and you don’t have to apologize, I know you didn’t do it on purpose.” I nudge her softly and press a kiss to the top of her head. “As for Sam,” I continue. “I get it. It’s a lot and she might have overreacted tonight, but she’s just worried about you. I’m worried about you, I mean—Date Rape Frankie? Really?”

When Anika told Sam and me the name of the guy Tara’d left with I thought I’d heard wrong.

Tara winces and fidgets with her fingers.

“I know, I know. Not my best move, but I just. . . I want to make my own choices and, yes, Sam is worried, but she keeps treating me like a child. You don’t.“

I sigh and let her play with the bracelet on my wrist, so she stops fidgeting with her fingers. “No, I don’t. But she lives with you and takes care of you, and she was gone for five years, so she’s probably trying to make up for everything she missed.”

Tara doesn’t say anything, but her fingers still as she thinks about what I just said.

“I know it’s a lot, too much even some times, but you have to understand where she’s coming from. Sam loves you so much, Sprout.”

“I know. I love her, too, but. . .” Tara trails off and sighs.

I chuckle softly and press another kiss to the top of her head. “Yeah. . .”

We stay like that until Tara lifts her head off my shoulder a couple of moments later to study me.

When she does say anything, I raise an eyebrow and ask, “What?”

“You look. . . tired,” she says which makes me shrug.

“I mean, yeah. It’s late and the drive was pretty long,” I say, not knowing where she’s going with this, but Tara just shakes her head and deflates a little, her eyes softening.

“No, I don’t mean like that.” I frown, which prompts her to continue. “You and Sam. . . You barely speak these days and I can tell you’re both miserable because of it. I mean, I get that you have your own life and it was hard to stay in touch when you were in Boston and we were in Woodsboro, but we’re here now, so why don’t you try to fix things between the two of you.

I sigh. “It’s not that simple, Sprout. We’ve all changed and even though I love Sam with all my heart, I realized I can’t be around her. She doesn’t think of me as anything other than a friend a-and it hurts. It hurts so much, I just can’t be a friend .”

“But she loves you, too,” Tara tries to reason which makes my heart ache because oh how nice would it be if that was true. “You guys just have to talk. I mean, she watches all your games on TV and you’re the first one she wants to call when something’s wrong or when something good happens.“

I blink back tears and avert my eyes. “That doesn’t prove anything, Tara. She knows how I feel about her and she’s never done anything about it. Besides, why would she be fooling around with Danny if she loved me?”

Tara grabs my wrist to get me to look at her again. “She knows?! I mean, it’s pretty obvious, but. . . How? And since when? And who the fuck is Danny?”

I smile sadly at her rambling and pat the top of her hand. “Danny, you know—cute boy? No one knows though, so keep that to yourself. As for since when she’s known, Richie called me out on it at Amber’s. We never talked about it, but yeah, she knows. . .”

The pity that fills Tara’s eyes is almost too much for me to bear, and when she sigh and says, “I’m so sorry. . .” I have to blink back a new wave of tears.

“Well, it is what it is, Sprout, but I need you to know that no matter what happens between Sam and me, I’ll always be there for you. You can always call me and should you ever need a break from everything you can come visit me in Boston.“

Tara hugs me tightly and whispers, “Thank you.”

I hold her closer and press another kiss to the top of her head before pulling back and suggesting we join the others in the living room.

I still want to ask about her and Chad, but there will be time for that later.

She agrees and together we make our way to the living room where the others are in the middle of turning on the TV and finding something to watch.

It is pretty late, but it seems as though no one is ready to call it a night yet.

I don’t pay much attention to what they’re watching as I go to the kitchen to retrieve my water bottle, but then a collective gasp makes me turn back and when my eyes land on the TV, I freeze.

A news host is talking about a recent Ghostface killing, and even though it could all just be a big coincidence, I have this eerie feeling that it’s not and that we’re in for another ride with the masked killer.

He’s back. Ghostface is back.

It’s just like Sidney said, they always come back.

Fuck.

Various scenarios of what might happen go through my head and I shudder when I think of anyone getting hurt, or worse, killed again.

Tara. . . Sam. . . The twins. No, please, no. Not again.

“Someone get Sam,” Mindy says. It snaps me out of my thoughts and before anyone can get up, I head to the front door.

Outside in the hallway, I peer over the banister, expecting her to be sitting on the stairs at the bottom of the stairwell where we left her. She’s not though, and when I see her standing there instead, holding onto the lapels of Danny’s jacket, I have to swallow the bitterness that rises in my throat.

So much for not being a thing. . .

I push my hurt away and focus on what’s important instead.

“Sam!” I shout, doing my best not to let my voice waver. “Get up here right now. There’s something you have to see.”

At the sound of my voice, both Sam and Danny immediately look up, and I try not to read too much into the way Sam instantly lets go of Danny and takes a step back.

They share a quick look before making their way up the stairs, and I turn to go back into the apartment without waiting for them.

I leave the door open and stand next to Chad, watching the news report until Sam comes storming in with Danny right behind her.

“What’s going on?” she asks and Chad just points at the TV.

Quinn smiles briefly at the sight of Danny and shoots Sam a knowing look, saying, “Cute Boy. . . nice,” but both Sam and Danny, despite his confusion at the nickname, don’t react.

They stare at the TV in a mix of surprise and confusion and when Mindy points out that one of the two victims was in their Film Studies Class, Sam’s face hardens and she turn to Tara, saying, “Pack a bag, we leave in ten.”

I can’t say I’m surprised because I knew she’d want to leave, but we already found out once that running away doesn’t work.

Sam heads into the kitchen to do god knows what and Tara looks at me pleadingly for a moment, hoping I’ll say something to change Sam’s mind but I just shake my head and sigh.

I’m scared, too, and once again a million scenarios of what could happen go through my head, but it’s not my place to interfere and even if I did, I doubt Sam would listen to me.

She’s got one thing on her mind right now, and that is protecting Tara, and even I won’t be able to change her mind, especially now after nine months of almost complete radio silence between the two of us.

Tara’s face falls, seeing that I’m not going to come to her rescue, and she jumps up to follow her sister into the kitchen, protesting. “Sam, wait! Sam!”

Danny frowns and goes to follow them, confused why Sam would just straight up pack a bag and leave at the first sign of trouble, but Chad steps in his way and places his hands on his shoulders.

“Thank you very much, suspicious new guy, but I think we’ve got it from here,” he says, ushering a still confused Danny out of the door before closing it land locking it.

I’ve got to say, I understand why Chad doesn’t trust him, but from what little I’ve seen of Danny so far, he seems like a decent guy and I doubt he has anything to do with this whole Ghostface situation.

“Sam, hold on!”

I turn back at the sound of Tara’s voice and try to hide my surprise at the sight of Sam coming back out of the kitchen with a knife in hand, Tara hot on her heels.

So that’s why she went into the kitchen. If you ask me, she’s overreacting just a little bit. Yes, Ghostface is back, but he’s not here right now, so I really don’t see the need for the knife.

“No, come on, we’re leaving,” Sam says, heading to her room, presumably to pack a bag, but before she gets there, Tara grabs her by the elbow and spins her around.

“No, wait! Let’s talk about this for a second ‘cause this might not have anything to do with us.”

True, but I doubt it. Still, I don’t get in the middle of it. I even take a step back to give them some room and when I glance at the others I see they’re also conflicted about what to believe and whose side to be on.

Well, they all are except Ethan. He just looks scared and his eyes keep darting between the two sisters and the TV.

When Sam points out that it can’t be a coincidence, Chad and Mindy back her up, mumbling, “Yeah, it is a little bit close to home,” I see Tara deflate.

She looks at me helplessly and I just shrug timidly, agreeing with the rest of them which prompts her to turn to Quinn for help. “Quinn, your dad’s a cop, right? Can you call him and find out what’s going on?” She turns back to glare at Sam, adding, “Before you make the unilateral decision to abandon my college education and flee the fucking state!”

Sam flinches slightly, but looks at Quinn for answers, her eyes filled with desperation and an underlying fear that makes me feel for her.

I’m scared, too.

The redhead cringes slightly and nods. She obviously doesn’t like the fact that she’s been roped into the fight, but she takes out her phone nonetheless. “I’m calling him now.”

Tara lets out an exasperated sigh. “Thank you.”

Quinn sends her a tight lipped smile and lifts her phone to her ear after dialing her dad’s number, only for the rest of us to flinch a second later when Sam’s phone starts ringing on the kitchen table.

Oh no.

Her eyes find mine and I do my best not to let my own fear show as I tilt my head, silently telling her to answer it.

Whatever happens, we’re in this together. The past nine months be damned.

She visibly shudders but takes her phone after setting down the knife. She doesn’t answer it though. She just stares at the display before declining the call and turning back around.

Huh. What was that?

The atmosphere is charged and a tense silence has settled over the living room and the only one who dares to break it a second later is an oblivious Ethan.

“Why did everyone just freak out when her phone rang?” he asks which makes Anika roll her eyes and say, “You’ve got to keep up my dude.”

She’s right. How can he not know Ghostface calls his victims every time before he attacks. By now, that’s like common knowledge because Stab is a franchise everyone knows, but then again, he doesn’t strike me as someone who watches horror movies, so his question seems fair.

“Sam? My dad wants to talk to you,” Quinn says, getting off the couch and holding out her phone.

Right. Her dad.

Sam takes the phone and we all watch with baited breath as she raises it to her ear, saying, “Mr. Bailey, hi,” but then a thought strikes me and I’m quick to pull out my own phone and excuse myself for a moment.

I dial Liam’s number in the hallway outside of the apartment, waiting with a racing heart until he finally picks up.

It’s not been confirmed that Ghostface is back, but I still have to warn him. I can’t ask him to leave again because of his new job, but I can give him a heads up.

“Hey, Y/N. You good? I’m sorry I know it’s late and you probably thought I’d be home by now, but my boss—“

“No, no, it’s not that.” I cut him off, but before I can say anything else he beats me to it.

“Okay, good. You know speaking of my boss, he’s a big fan of yours and I may or may not have slipped him your resume and he’d love you to work for him should you retire any time soon.l

I shake my head even though Liam can’t see me and pinch the bridge of my nose. “Liam—“

“Also I talked to Paige on my way to dinner and she’s, like, so jealous the two of us are spending a couple of days together, even though you visited her in Portland a couple of weeks ago and—“

“Liam!”

Liam shuts up instantly and for a second there’s silence. When he speaks up again the concern in his voice makes it clear that he knows something is wrong. “Y/N, what’s going on?”

I exhale shakily and tighten my grip on the phone. “He’s back, Lee. . . Ghostface is back.”

“What? But—“

“Listen to me,” I say sternly before he can go on. “I know I can’t ask you to leave again, but I need you to keep your distance from me until this whole thing blows over. Stay vigilant, stay in crowded places and maybe even stay with a friend for a couple of days. He might not be after you, but you’re my friend and when he finds out he might want to hurt you.”

Liam huffs out a disbelieving laugh. “If you think I’m going to go into hiding and let you face this motherfucker alone again you’re out of your mind, Y/N! Let me—“

“No! You’re staying out of this.”

“You can’t just decide that for me!” He fires back and I clench my jaw.

“Liam, the less people that are involved, the better,” I say. “I told you before and I’ll tell you again, if something happened to you because of me, I’d never be able to forgive myself. You’re not going into hiding, you’re keeping yourself safe. . . I’ve faced Ghostface before, so I know what I’m getting into, and we’re prepared this time. Quinn’s dad is a cop.”

“Y/N. . .”

“Lee,” I whisper, feeling a lump growing in my throat. “It’s going to be okay. We’re all going to be okay as long as you stay out of it, okay? Please promise me you’ll do what I said.“

I hear Liam sigh and it’s clear he doesn’t want to agree, but he does eventually. “Fine. Fine. I’ll stay out of it.”

“Thank you.” I swallow thickly. “I’ve got to get going now, but before I do. . . Please, don’t tell Paige about this. She’ll only worry and she’ll want to come here to help.”

“I know,” Liam says. “I won’t tell her.”

“Thank you.” I hang up after telling him to stay safe, and turn around just in time to see Sam and Tara coming out of the apartment.

Both of them have changed out of their clothes from the party. Tara’s wearing a striped shirt, jeans, and a pink corduroy jacket and Sam is wearing a simple white long-sleeved shirt and my hoodie.

Her necklace glints in the low light and distracts me for a moment.

“Hey, where are you guys going?” I ask when I snap out of it.

Sam grimaces. “Detective Bailey asked me to come down to the station because they found my driver’s license at the crime scene and Tara’s coming with me.”

“What? How’d that get there?” I ask, following them down the stairs without hesitation.

Wherever they go, I go, even though I’m only wearing a shirt and I know it’s going to be a little chilly outside.

Sam throws her hands up, keeping her eyes trained on the stairs so as to not stumble while Tara holds onto my arm. “I have no idea, but I reported that it was stolen two nights ago.”

Why would someone steal and then plant her license at a crime scene? It’s almost like they’re trying to frame her, but why?

I feel like I’m missing something.

We step outside and I wrinkle my nose at the smell of wet dirt and urine. It rained while we were inside, I realize, and the air is much cooler than I thought it would be, but there’s no turning back now, so I just lean into Tara when she huddles closer for warmth after noticing the goosebumps on my arms.

I’m just glad it’s not raining anymore.

Sam is walking two paces ahead of us, seemingly lost in thought and I’m about to speak up and ask her to tell us what’s on her mind when her phone suddenly rings.

She stops walking and Tara and I catch up to her, watching her pull her phone out of her pocket.

I freeze when I see the caller ID and the three of us share a horrified look.

Richie Kirsch

“What the fuck?” Tara whispers.

“I never deleted his contact,” Sam admits.

“Don’t pick that up, just let it ring,” I warn, knowing that it can’t be anyone but Ghostface, but after looking around with a clenched jaw, Sam picks it up anyway.

Tara and I share an incredulous look, but we stay quiet when Sam asks, “Who is this?”

I can’t hear what the person on the other end of the line is saying, but even without the speaker I can make out Ghostface’s distorted voice.

Sam tenses and she stares straight ahead, her grip on her phone so harsh her knuckles are turning white. “I want you to think long and hard about whether you really want to do this because the last two people that fucked with us ended up dead,” she spits and my chest fills with pride at how confident she sounds.

Ghostface says something I can’t quite make out, but I don’t focus on him because as he speaks, a hooded figure rounds the corner in front of us.

They’re on the phone as well with their head down so we can’t make out their face and I instantly shake off Tara and step in front of her and Sam.

Not today. . .

My ears start ringing and I ball my shaking hands into fists, ready to pounce, but then the stranger looks up with furrowed eyebrows. It’s a man in his late thirties, and he looks weirded out by the fact that we’re just starring at him, but he doesn’t comment on it and simply walks by while still talking on the phone.

I feel a hand on my lower back and deflate a little.

That wasn’t him. . .

I turn, thinking it’s Tara who’s touching me, only to freeze when I realize it’s Sam.

She’s not looking at me, and I’m not even sure she knows what she’s doing, but when I shift out of reach her jaw twitches.

“So, what? You’re protecting us now?” she asks Ghostface which makes me frown.

What are they talking about?

Tara steps closer and tries to listen to what they’re saying with a frown of her own pulling at her lips all while resting a hand on my forearm to make sure I don’t go anywhere.

A police car races past us with blaring sirens and blinking lights, but I keep my focus on Sam whose face tightens more and more with every word Ghostface spews.

“You shouldn’t believe everything you read on the internet, asshole,” she says with a tilt of her head which only fuels my earlier confusion.

Yeah, I’m definitely missing something here.

Tara looks at me, her brown eyes filled with worry and I go to comfort her by wrapping an arm around her shoulder, but then movement out of the corner of my eye catches my attention right as Sam says, “You better watch yours!”

I spin around and pull Tara behind me just in time to kick Ghostface in the stomach before he can get his hands on either of us.

He stumbles back and doubles over, and I use his momentary distraction to push Sam and Tara in front of me.

“Shit! Run!” I shout and they do as I say, running ahead with me hot on their heels.

I keep checking over my shoulder where Ghostface is, and my stomach sinks when I see him picking himself up faster than anticipated.

Shit. He’s tough. And he’s not small either.

“Help! Please!” Tara shouts, but no one in their car hears her and there are no pedestrians around, so Sam does what I would have done too if I was in front and drags Tara around the corner and into a bodega.

I follow them inside and turn so I can keep my eyes on the door while they frantically plead with the man behind the register to call 911.

The other customers who’re stand in line to pay for their stuff complain and shout at us for cutting the line, but I ignore them and keep my eyes on the door.

And then he comes in. Ghostface stands tall and unbothered, looking almost calm which makes him even more menacing than when he was chasing us.

I take a step back, bumping into Sam and Tara, and keep my eyes on him when one of the customers who complained about us cutting the line steps in front of him.

“You got a problem here, guy?” he asks Ghostface and I have to suppress a scream when not even a second later, Ghostface pulls a knife out of his robe and stabs him with it.

The other customer gasp and scream in horror as absolute chaos breaks out, and I don’t protest when Sam pulls me backward, further into the store and away from Ghostface who drops the customer he just stabbed before ramming his knife into the neck of another guy who comes at him.

It’s all happening so fast, it feels like a dream, but I know it’s not because Sam keeps dragging me with her and Tara until we’re at the back of the store with our backs against the coolers.

Ghostface’s latest victim collapses, his lifeless eyes staring at me when he lands on the floor and I think this is it. He’s going to kill us now, but then the store owner behind the register pulls out a shotgun and fires it at Ghostface.

He misses, but it makes Ghostface scramble for cover and Sam, Tara, and I stare in horror as the owner cocks the gun, his eyes scanning the isles for any sign of the masked killer.

“Go out the back!” he shouts and we rush to the back door, but it’s locked and before the owner can give us the key, Ghostface appears out of nowhere.

He stabs the poor man in his shoulder and rips the gun out of his hands before shoving him to the ground and shooting him without a moment’s hesitation.

The sight makes my blood run cold, but it’s a reminder that if we don’t act, we’re going to be next, so I’m quick to pull Sam and Tara to the ground behind one of the nearby shelves.

There’s only one way out, and Ghostface is blocking it, so we’ll either have to somehow get around him or distract him long enough for the police to get here.

I’m sure by now someone’s already called them, but with Ghostface each second counts and if we don’t play this right we’ll be dead long before anyone can help us.

We crawl down an isle out of sight of Ghostface, but when we hear the shotgun cock again, we stop.

It’s nearer than I would have liked and my heart pounds in my chest when I meet Tara’s and Sam’s eyes.

They’re both white as a wall and Tara is crying silently, her mascara running down her cheek, and I grit my teeth, trying to keep my own panic at bay.

This is like the time Tara and I hid in the hospital. We’re sitting ducks, just like we were back then, and I know the only thing that kept us alive back then was staying as calm as possible for as long as possible. Well, that and Dewey, but there’s no time to dwell on that now.

Deep breaths, Y/N.

There’s a crunch, and I close my eyes, trying to figure out where Ghostface might be heading. Not a moment later though, a shot rings out and my eyes fly open again when the glass door of the cooler behind us shatters.

Tara let’s out an involuntary whimper which leads to another shot being fired in our direction. It hits the shelf above us and makes bags of chips explode and rain down on us.

Then, silence.

Sam ushers us around the other side of the shelf and we press ourselves against it in hopes of making ourselves less visible and for a moment I feel her hand on mine.

Even now, her touch sends sparks up my arm, but I don’t look at her. I just turn my hand around and slip my fingers between her trembling ones, squeezing gently.

It’s not an acknowledgment of defeat—I’m not going to just let us die like this— but I want to reassure her that I’m here. I’m here and I’m going to do everything in my power to prevent anything from happening to her or Tara.

They have to get out of here. That’s all that matters.

The sound of approaching footsteps right behind us makes me hold my breath, and my eyes dart around the floor in front of us until they land on a crushed soda can.

It’s by Sam’s feet and when I squeeze her hand again and tilt my head in the direction of it, she reaches for it. Tara watches us with wide eyes and a tear running down her cheek.

We need a distraction. That’s our only chance.

Sam shoots me a questioning look, but I just raise my hand in front of us and hold up three fingers.

3. . .

She frowns, but I gesture at the can and fold down a finger.

2. . .

Understanding dawns on her and I nod encouragingly and jut my chin in the direction of the other side of the store before folding down another finger.

1. . .

I fold down my last finger and Sam grits her teeth before throwing the can.

It clatters against a shelf on the other side of the store and not even a second later a gunshot rings out.

This is my chance.

I jump up, much to Sam’s and Tara’s surprise and make a run for Ghostface who’s got his back turned to me.

At the sound of my footsteps, he spins around and aims the gun at me. My heart drops for a moment, but when he pulls the trigger nothing happens.

He didn’t reload it which is exactly what I was counting on.

I close the remaining distance between us and grab the barrel of the gun and push it up so it’s no longer pointing at me. I push against it with all my strength which makes Ghostface stumble back and into a shelf.

“Y/N!” Sam shouts when he manages to cock the gun again.

I grunt and shout, “Run!” right before he pulls the trigger. This time the gun fires, but Ghostface misses me because the barrel is still pointing at the ceiling.

Debris rains down on us as our struggle continues and because my hands are sweaty, my grip on the gun slips until I’m shoved backward.

“No!” Sam’s scream breaks my heart when Ghostface reloads the gun and points it at me, but just like the first time, nothing happens when he pulls the trigger.

It’s empty.

“Run, Sam!” I shout again, lunging at Ghostface before he can grab his knife. “Get out of here!”

“No!” she cries in protest and when I catch a glimpse of her to my left I’m surprised to see that Tara is actively holding her back and dragging her to the front door of the bodega. “Y/N! No!”

“Just go!” I try to focus all my attention on Ghostface, but Sam’s continued cries of protest make my heart hurt until Tara finally manages to get her outside.

I honestly don’t know how she did it because she’s like a foot shorter than Sam, but all that matters right now is that they’re both safe.

Ghostface and I stumbled through the store, hitting every shelf imaginable all while I’m trying to stop him from reaching for his knife.

“Motherfucker,” I hiss through gritted teeth when he slams my face against the cooler, making the already cracked glass break completely.

Something warm runs down my cheek, but I don’t have time to wipe it away because not a moment later I’m kneed in the stomach and I double over, coughing.

This Ghostface is nothing like Amber or Richie. Whoever’s under the mask knows what they’re doing and if it wasn’t for the nearing police sirens I know I’d be done for.

Ghostface shoves me once more for good measure, making me drop to my knees. Then he hurries out of the bodega, leaving me alone to cough and chuckle mirthlessly in disbelief.

Sam and Tara are okay. I’m okay.

I sit down and stretch my legs out in front of me.

They’re both okay.

I rest my head back against the frame of the broken cooler door and catch my breath while watching the red and blue lights of the police cars dance on the ceiling.

I can hear some shouting, someone’s probably calling for me, but I’m too exhausted to respond, so I just close my eyes and wrap my arms around my aching stomach.

I stay like that for what feels like minutes but is probably just a few seconds in real life before feeling warm hands on my cheeks.

“Y/N, hey, open your eyes. Look at me. Look at me. Are you okay?” Sam’s shaky voice makes me open my eyes and when I see her kneeling in front of me, I smile weakly.

“I’m okay,” I whisper, but she doesn’t seem to believe me. Her eyes dart all over my face and she brushes her thumb just below the cut on my cheek. “Hey. . . I promise, I’m okay,” I say again when her chin starts quivering and in response she throws her arms around my neck and pulls me into a hug.

I return the embrace, although a little less energetic because my stomach still hurts and rub my hands up and down her back. I keep repeating that I’m okay until Tara comes into the store, followed by two police officer’s who take in the scene with wide eyes.

She drops down onto her knees as well as soon as she’s by my side and I’m quick to include her in the hug.

This is just the beginning, but we’re okay, and I will continue to do everything in my power to make sure it stays that way.

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Good God, that was stressful, but we’re okay!

Hope you guys enjoyed this part. For some reason it was a bit of a struggle to write, but I did it and I can move on now.

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[emsdevs]

a/n: @one-sweet-gubler requested something about comforting Justin after the playoff loss and let me just say this was healing to write. hope you like it! :)

Taking care of your boyfriend after a loss is never something you want to do, especially tonight, but that’s the reality of dating a professional athlete. No matter what outcome either of you desires, they can’t win every game. Of course, if you had it your way, the Chargers would win every time they stepped on the field, and your boyfriend, Justin, would never know sadness or stress. Unfortunately, that’s not how it works, so you’re patiently waiting at Justin’s place for him to see you after a crushing playoff loss. Everyone had high hopes for today’s game against the Texans, but it didn’t work out how everyone wanted. On top of the hard loss, you knew this meant the hate and lack of grace that had followed Justin in his career would only get worse, and you knew that Justin knew that as well.

When he finally got to his home in the middle of the night, you could see the loss already taking its toll. One of the defensive linemen had already texted you, warning you that Justin spent their time in the locker room and on the plane staring off into space.

“Hey, honey,” you started gently, standing up to make your way toward Justin.

He didn’t say anything at first, simply letting you wrap your arms around him, hoping it would lessen the pain. Soon though, that wasn’t enough, and just as he felt the tears welling in his eyes, he began to speak, “I let everyone down.”

You felt your heart break into a million pieces. “Hey, you didn’t let anyone down. That was supposed to be a team effort. You can’t go taking all the blame when there are 52 other guys out who are supposed to be helping.”

“Yeah, but the defense was creating opportunities. I’m the one who should be making the passes, gaining yards.”

“Baby, there’s also supposed to be guys catching those passes. Please, don’t blame yourself. There were so many things that impacted the game, hardly anyone was having a good game,” you hated seeing him so down, knowing he’d never let this go.

He refused to answer, just shrugging your words off. He did pull you in tighter though, and that’s when you knew he didn’t need your words. He just needed you.

“You showered at the facility?” you questioned. When he nodded, you stood, offering him your hands, “C’mon, J, let’s go lay down. It’s late.”

He followed, and since you both were dressed comfortably enough, you both laid down as soon as you made it to your bed. Justin, although he was a decent amount bigger than you, wasted no time in laying himself almost completely on top of you, his head on your chest. He grabbed your left hand, guiding it to his hair, before guiding your right hand to his back. You both lay there in silence, Justin letting the movement of your hands lull him to sleep, finally letting his stress and worries slip from his mind. Just when you thought he was finally asleep, you heard the softest “I love you” leave his lips, grateful you heard it at all. You returned the sentiment, kissing the top of his head before letting sleep take over you as well.

[evilbirdy]

🄼🅈 🄾🄽🄻🅈 🄻🄾🅅🄴

𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓎𝒾𝓃𝑔~ 𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝒷𝓎 𝐿𝑒𝑒𝐻𝒾

𝒮𝑒-𝑀𝒾 𝓍 𝒻𝑒𝓂!𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

𝔾𝕦𝕪𝕤 𝕀 𝕔𝕒𝕟’𝕥 𝕨𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕥 𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕖, 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕚𝕗 𝕚𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕒 𝕘𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕤𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕕 𝕘𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕤, 𝕀 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕕𝕚𝕖 𝕤𝕠 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥. 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕞𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕓𝕖 𝕒 𝕓𝕚𝕥 𝕣𝕦𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕀 𝕕𝕠 𝕙𝕠𝕡𝕖 𝕪’𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕖𝕟𝕛𝕠𝕪 𝕚𝕥. <𝟛

When your girlfriend told you about these games where you could earn money, you excepted easy children games, not deathly ones.

“I’m sorry I brought us into this,” she muttered, you turned to her lightly nudging her arm.

“Look it’s not big deal, okay. We just have to survive enough to pay off everything then we leave,” she nods at you then goes to her bunk as you went to yours.

You both had agreed to keep your relationship private from the other players, thinking that some people might get messy and use you guys against each other.

“Senorita can I talk to you?” you turned to see a tall dude with purple hair and another dude with shoulder length hair trailing behind him. You recognized him, he is that ‘underground rapper’ your younger brother gushes over.

You tilted your head, signaling him to continue.

“How would you like to join me and my buddy, Nam-su here,” you pretended not to notice his friend grumble behind him.

“Hmm should I?” You smiled, crossing your arms.

“I’ll keep you safe and help you win, then once I get my share, I’ll help you travel the world and you can be my girl,” you chuckled at his attempt to get with you.

“Not really interested,” His reaction almost made you laugh out loud. You can tell that people normally don’t tell him no.

“But I am in need of a team, this isn’t me accepting your whole ‘be my girl’ thing but I rather have alliances,” he then smiles and drags you over with him to his little area.

Se-Mi couldn’t help but stare from afar. She wanted to go up and tell him to back off but she kept her cool.

You entered the room for the second game, you followed Thanos aimlessly knowing people are practically lining to team up with him.

“Senorita, excuse me,” you look up, finding out that the lucky person he chose was your girlfriend, herself. She glanced over at you for a quick second, you notice her tapping her arm, it was a small signal you guys do to check up on each other when others are around.

You zone out a bit as the two talked. You fiddled with your tracksuit and hands.

“This is Nam-su and this is (your name),” you quickly looked up right, we are pretending to not know each other.

Se-Mi introduces her little friend; Min-su. Hmm he is a little cutie, he reminds you of her younger cousin maybe that’s why she picked him.

When you sat on the ground waiting for the game to start, you had assumed that she would want us to sit far apart but she sat right to you. The game had started and you felt nervous for the players, looked at the clock as the time goes down. You looked down at your shoes, tracing lines on it, you stayed in the small happy place, it was disturbed by a round of gunshots. You felt Se-Mi pull you against her.

You grabbed her hand, hiding it under both your legs so no one gets suspicious. You watched as she fought with Nam-gyu a bit, you squeezed her hand telling her to quit it. She gave you a small smile and squeezed back. You all passed the second game, you sat next to her as we wait for the remaining players to either die or pass the game.

“Hey Min-su, why don’t you go count all the players,” Nam-gyu tells Min-su.

“Why,” Minsu plays with his hands and his suit. You bit your tongue not liking how Nam-gyu is talking to him.

Min-su was gonna get up and do what he says before Se-Mi stops him and pulls him back down.

“Why does he need to count? Are you stupid?” you laugh into your hand as she says that.

“Fucking bitch,” he says

“Hey don’t talk about her like that, just because you never got attention from your own mother doesn’t mean you get to disrespect women,” you heard Se-Mi hype you up holding up a fist bump for you and you returned it.

“enough,” Thanos says. He goes around saying we need to treat each other like friends and asked us our birth years. I couldn’t help but stifle my laugh and side eye Se-Mi when she lies about her year.

As time passed, you did hang out with Se-Mi more than others, Thanos shrugged it off as ‘girl power’ and leaved it be.

The third game had started, you stayed next to Se- Mi the entire time.

“Four” the voice rang out.

You felt nervous, before you even realized it, Se-Mi was pulled from your grasp. She was fighting against Thanos and Nam-guy’s grip. You breathed out heavy.

You are so fucked

You were going to accept your fate when you were dragged into a room. You looked up at your saviors. It was players 456, 001, and 390. You have seen them around.

“Thank you so much,” they nodded at you, then turned to each other hoping their other teammates found a room.

You walked out, almost slipped on some blood. You see Se-Mi in the distance. As much as you wanted to run up to her and hug her tight, decided not to, given the circumstances, you felt your heart break noticing her sad glances towards you.

You were invited by 456 to join their team. You accepted and played a couple of rounds. You hear the voice yell out “2’ and told everyone that you were gonna find someone. They nodded and told you to stay safe as you ran off.

You were looking for Se-Mi and you felt your heart pounding, you were then pulled into a room, you felt relief at the familiar hand tugging you.

You sighed happily when Se-Mi locked the door, you wrapped your arms around her as she wrapped hers around your waist.

“I’m sorry,” you hear her whisper to you, you hug her tighter.

“I tried to fight them off b-but I couldn’t…I thought I lost you..I was so scared,” you pulled back from her, wiping her tears.

“It’s okay baby, I’m safe and you’re safe, that’s all I care about. What happened? Where’s Min-su?” her face falters, her fingers tugging on my suit.

“In the round for the team of three, I told him that we were gonna go look for you but.. he chose to go with Thanos,” You sigh, playing with her hair.

The buzzer is heard before the doors unlocked, we walk out. The once clean floor decorated with blood. You turned to Se-Mi following her gaze to see a guilty Min-su.

She grabs your hand and pulls you to the doors. Thankfully that was the final round and you can return to the common room.

You brought her over to the 456’s team, he looks up and smiles.

“282, you survived,” you nod, then tilted your head down.

“I hope it’s not too late to join your team, I’m ready to go home,” he motions you two over to sit with them. You introduced them to Se-Mi.

You saw her staring off again, noticing Thanos and Nam-gyu glaring at you both. You squeezed her hand and pulled it on your lap, fidgeting with her rings.

You felt your heart drop as you hear players being elimated, but a game never happened, a bunch of players walked out bloodied.

Are you serious? Killing each other counts as a game.

456 told you about the plan and you ran to tell Se-Mi.

“But Nam-gyu might attacked,” you interrupted her by grabbing her face.

“Se-Mi I swear to everything, if you die, I will bring you back to kill you myself,” she smile and kissed your forehead.

“Okay, I’ll stick with you,I promise.”

When the lights went out and the chaos ensured, Se-Mi grabbed your hand the entire time. You guys were under the bed with player 222 and 388. You watched as Nam-gyu went on his killing spree, you pulled Se-mi closer to you. When the lights turned back on and some of them players took the guards’ guns, you and Se-Mi chose to stay in the common room with the others.

You sat at the top of the bunk, looking at the aftermath of everything. You see Min-su looking at you both from the other side, you send him a smile and wave.

“Hey, where do you wanna go after this?” You look up at Se-mi, she was staring at the ceiling, playing with her lip piercing.

“Home,” you scoffed, laying your head on her shoulder.

“Yeah but like other than home, like let’s get away, enjoy life when we have it,” your eyebrows raise, you never except a line like that from your girlfriend.

“Welll…I always wanted to go to the US,” you always wanted to travel the world but you two had only a penny to your name.

“Then that’s where we will go,” she takes your hand and kisses it.

“I love you, (your name).”

“I love you, Se-Mi.”

[rafegetinmybed]

First Non Rec Fic

Alone Again

cw: smut, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie?, lmk if there's anything else idk about

background: you and rafe cameron had a fling last summer but it came to and end when you started school again. now its summer again and your having a sleepover with your best friend sarah cameron

you and sarah were in the kitchen baking cookies for your movie night when she realized you guys didn't have any more popcorn or your favorite drinks.

"hey i'm gonna go get some popcorn from the store real quick k y/n?" she asked, grabbing her keys.

"okay sarah, i'll take out the cookies when they're done." you answered back, knowing she didn't invite you because you would've said no anyway.

sarah left and you leaned forward against the kitchen counter, scrolling on your phone as rafe entered the kitchen. you guys didn't end on bad terms but it was definitely awkward on your side because of the feelings you still had for him.

"hey rafe" you said, not looking up from your phone but knowing it was him because he was the only other person at tannyhill tonight.

"hey princess" he replied, a smirk creeping up the corners of his lips. he knew that was your favorite nickname from him and that it would definitely catch your attention.

you looked up from your phone at him, a gentle blush heating up your cheeks when you saw him standing in front of you shirtless. he grinned as he watched you get all nervous, catching you not so subtly looking at his muscles.

"princess? been a while since i've heard that one." you stated, rolling your eyes and trying to hide the longing for him.

"well its been a while since you've been around y/n" he rebutted, grabbing a beer out of the fridge.

"been busy" you replied, shrugging and looking back down at your phone.

rafe walked closer to you, "busy with what? boys?" he questioned just low enough for you to hear as his lips brushed past your ear. you were now facing towards him and his hands were on the counter on either side of you, pinning you in.

"why? jealous rafey?" you asked teasingly, trying to hide the blush creeping onto your cheeks again.

"of anyone who gets to see THAT body," he said looking you up and down with lustful eyes, "always." he whispered into your ear, lowering his face to kiss your neck.

"rafe-" you breathed out barely holding back a moan.

"come on y/n, don't tell me you haven't missed me. i definitely missed you" he said moving one hand off the counter and onto your waist, pulling you into him. he kissed your neck again, moving up to that sweet spot just under your ear, your jaw and then finally capturing your lips in a longing kiss.

"of course i missed you rafe, i never even wanted to break up" you said, pulling away from the kiss just long enough to get it out before meeting your lips to his once again.

he pulled you up with ease so you were now sitting on the kitchen counter, legs wrapped around his waist and his arms around yours. your hands tangled in his hair as the kiss deepened, his tongue slipping its way into your mouth.

he gently broke off the kiss, lips moving to your neck to leave small marks you knew you'd have to explain to Sarah when she got back but you didn't care. one of his hands slipped from your waist down to grip your ass, pulling you in closer if even possible the other hand sliding up your thigh.

"r-rafe, wait," you stuttered out. he pulled back immediately, "what y/n is everything okay? did I do something?" he asked worriedly, looking at you. "no you're perfect just we can't do this right here" you said motioning to the kitchen counter. "yeah yeah right" he replied, shaking his head and backing up to let you get down. "one more thing" you muttered, walking over to get the cookies out of the oven and setting them down to cool on the counter. "okay now i'm ready" you grinned and he sweeper you up, carrying you up the stairs and into his room.

He laid you down on the bed climbing on top of you and peppering kisses all along your neck and jaw as one of his hands worked to get off his belt. You reached down to help him get off his own pants and yours and he released his lips from your neck just long enough to get both of your shirts off.

pulling you into a passionate kiss his tongue slid past your lips needing to taste you and his hand slid under you to unclassified your bra, he took it off and threw it to the floor with the rest of the clothes. You fidgeted clumsily with his boxers to get them off his hard on springing up to hit his toned abs and he slid off your lacy panties.

He reached down to grip his length in his hands and teased your slick folds with his tip that was already dripping precum. "this wet for me princess?" he smirked down at you "i knew you missed me" he groaned into your ear as he pushed some of his length into you with no warning.

"F-fuck rafe oh my-" you moaned out at the sudden feeling of his thick cock stretching you out. He continued to thrust into you slowly, bottoming out, and remaining still for a few seconds to let you adjust to him. "Damn baby, you're tighter than before. Really must not be getting any good dick" he mutters against your skin.

"Shit rafe," you gasped as he started to pull out and thrust into you slowly picking up speed "I've missed the way you fill me up". he groans and kisses you "keep talking like that and I might just give you a baby y/n" he manages in between moans and kisses. You moan his name loudly as he increases his speed even more, hitting that sweet spot inside of you.

"mm rafe please," you practically whisper barely able to speak from how much pleasure your in "I'm on the pill". He reaches a hand down to rub tight circles over your clit as he pounds into you. "Fuck y/n I'm so close" he groans, thrust growing slipped as he plants messy kisses along your jaw. you moan loudly "r-rafe me too" you push out as your hips buck up to meet his thrusts, deepening both of the two of yous pleasure.

Hes now thrusting into you full force, hitting your cervix with each thrust and you both are moaning messes. You both reach your high in sync and continue to ride out your highs neither of you wanting the feeling to end but knowing there isn't time for a second round today. "Damn princess, I missed you so much" he mumbles, pulling out of you and planting a kiss on your forehead. "I missed you too rafey" you whisper back.

He gets up and throws back on his boxers handing you your shorts to put back on but his shirt instead. "Not gonna be able to resist if you put that tight little top back on". You laugh and pull his shirt over your head, the two of you walking back into the kitchen just as Sarah opened the front door. She looked you up and down noticing the little marks on your neck and her brothers shirt on your body. "really y/n? gross." She rolled her eyes, teasing you but smiling.

Rafe kissed your cheek and went back upstairs. "Sorry?" You offered up blushing slightly and giggling at sarah. "Don't be," she laughed along with you "if you're happy I'm happy"

A/N: finally finished this hope y'all enjoy @rafeysbangs

[sccrim]

BOY IS MINE !

warnings : ( kissing , grabbing , cheating )

you strictly always wanted jungkook to yourself. but it was hard when he always had his little girlfriend with him.

not proof read.

"why is she always yapping." you rolled your eyes annoyingly. "maybe she drunk?"

your eyes traveled to the chick and back at jungkook who was shaking hands with everyone who kept going up to him. you did not care how hard you stared. if someone had a problem then they can address it.

"don’t do anything dumb y/n— already bad enough today."

"please. i won’t do anything dumb." cap again. you knew what you were gonna do. well shi — it’s jungkook. you finished your wine before fixing yourself.

"y/n! let’s take pictures on the red carpet. everyone is waiting for you to take pictures with everyone. this is your big day too!"

you had just uploaded a music video with jungkook. the song called boy is mine. everyone went crazy over it. you were new to the game and you figured a music video with jungkook would go big. you had to admit, you had always wanted jungkook but everytime you tried his little sidekick was there. you also never gave a fuck. the moment you saw all the comments and tags of everyone editing you guys saying they ship, you knew jungkook was yours— it was just a matter of time.

"hey y/n! how was doing the music video with jungkook like?" an interviewer asked. "it was fantastic, i knew i picked the right person." you smiled. "could you say the same jungkook?"

"of course, it was fun and y/n is super sweet!" you bit your inner cheek. "do you think you’ll ever do another music video together?"

"yes, i actually wanted to shoot one for my new song!"

"would you do it y/n?"

"of course!"

"let’s take photos now." your manager yelled. everyone going crazy. jungkook putting his hand on your back. "new music video?"

"yes, i was going to text you but i had to make sure it was a solid thing."

"look jungkook, i want you." brave is the word for you. "m'sorry what?"

"you heard me. you shouldn’t be with her. i see the way you act around her and it’s not the same. you and me can blow this industry through the roof. i know you were feelings me during our shoots. take a chance. break up with your girlfriend."

shock was an understatement. you took a last photo and walked away. he couldn’t lie and say he didn’t feel anything when you guys shot the music video but he didn’t think you would be so straight forward or just figured you ignored it. he also couldn’t lie to you and say he never thought about it. before you even blew up big he spotted you from the moment you were with megan thee stallion during their remix of butter.

even asked megan if you were single. you began walking inside the ball room when you felt someone pull your arm into an empty room. "what the —" before you could finish your sentence you felt soft lips on yours. locking into the kiss putting your arms around his shoulders. you didn’t even have to open your eyes. you knew it was jungkook. his cologne gave it away. his hands going down to your ass cheeks.

"meet me upstairs after this party." jungkook kissed you one more time and walked out making sure no one saw him or you. you bit your lip still thinking of the kiss. it was warm, soft, tight. if you could pull your panties down and fuck him there— you would. but i mean who wouldn’t.

 sccrim — all rights reserved. please do not modify, repost , translate , or plagiarise my content.

[bubblergoespop]

my porter and vincent audio rambles heheheheHEHEDSSHRTHERE’S SO MUCH

first of all, i cant believe vincent didn’t slam the door in porter’s face after his first sarcastic comment but hey ho i’m glad he didn’t. and porter saying “is it so hard to believe i wanna talk to you?” to which vincent responds “yes” with no hesitation oh vincent you’re so funny when’s your next show

“you’re the closest thing i have to a person in my life who’s faced a similar situation” I’VE BEEN SAYING THIS!! you could take this as porter just really not knowing very many people and so vincent’s just his only option, nothing more. but i personally think it shows how vincent and sam (as i’ve said before) are the closest thing porter has to a family. sure, vincent’s probably his only option besides sam, but the fact that porter even SEES him as an option is something that matters to me.

WE’VE GOT CONFIRMATION OF A PORTER AND WILLIAM CONVERSATION THAT DOESN’T PREDATE THE SUMMIT!! one about vincent and sam leaving the house! this is huge okay. i think that adds so much more weight to how porter was feeling in the bonus scene with sam and the argument audio treasure. i wishhhh we got to hear that convo, i’m still holding out hope that we’ll get an audio of a convo between porter and william at some point in the near future.

porter has said he regrets what he said to treasure. explicitly. he clearly feels bad and clearly wants to make amends, so much so that he’s gone to see a guy, who he has literally tried to choke out, for relationship advice. i’m so glad that porter isn’t vaguely saying oooohhh maybe i made a mistake, but that he’s CLEARLY stating he feels bad for the things he said and he knows he shouldn’t have retaliated that harshly.

however, with all this confirmation of porter’s wrongdoings (both by vincent and by porter himself), i’m really worried that we’ll only end up getting a one sided apology to treasure from porter. i’m scared we won’t end up seeing treasure take any responsibility for their part in the fight and the events that led up to it. but i’ve not lost hope entirely, vincent still says “you don’t owe anyone every part of you,” and “explain why that boundary was important to you,” which, to me, shows that vincent is acknowledging there MAY have been ways in which porter’s “human” was in the wrong. they may have felt like they were owed a part of porter that they weren’t, or they may have crossed a boundary they shouldn’t have. of course vincent doesn’t explicitly say anything more because how could he know? he wasn’t there. vincent also says porter should hear treasure when treasure tells him how they feel. this could mean just treasure telling porter they’re upset, but it could also involve treasure telling porter that they feel regret too.

speaking of treasure apologising, obviously you can tell i think they’ve got stuff to apologise for. and i think it’s so interesting that porter didn’t bring that up at all in his conversation with vincent. the most he says is that they “pushed.” he doesn’t specific how hard, and he doesn’t even mention that treasure began chucking insults at him because of his resistance. i do believe porter shouldn’t be withholding so much if he truly wishes to be close with treasure, but treasure made clear mistakes in attempting to bridge that gap. why didn’t porter bring this up with vincent? why did he take all the blame? i’m feeling like we’re gonna get an apology audio and porter’s gonna apologise, then treasure’s gonna apologise and porter’s gonna be all “noooo you never did anything wrong you could never do anything wrong you’re perfect and innocent and you have no flaws” and i REALLY hope that’s not how it goes down because i love flawed listeners.

i love how vincent acknowledged that treasure CAN understand porter because they’re a human being, capable of empathy. and porter heard him out on it. he didn’t immediately shut him down. we already knew that porter would agree with that because porter says “maybe you could. in time,” in the argument audio when referring to treasure’s understanding of porter’s situation. porter still rebuked treasure’s ability to understand later in the argument audio, but i just think it’s neat that this later agreement with vincent shows just how much porter lets a heated moment cloud his common sense. if porter could think logically in the moment, 90% of his fights could be avoided but he’s moody as fuck (and i love him for it).

“I could throw in a few southern adages, if that’d make you feel better.” AWHHH vincent attempting to break the ice a bit with a friendly jab at sam’s southernness ohhhhh i love men occasionally

oh and the way vincent ever so softly asked “what did they push you on?” SEE HE CARES SEEEEEE and he even considered asking porter more about what upset him by asking if it was okay to “push”. sure, porter declined, but the fact that vincent thought to ask at all is sooooo sweet to me.

porter asking for clarification on what made vincent want to leave and then his contemplative silence during the explanation has me thinking that HE’S THINKING. hard. he’s considering whether he should follow suit, whether he’s ALLOWED to follow suit. he asks “are you afraid?” and you could take this one of two ways. the first is: porter was asking if vincent’s afraid of other vampires now that he’s essentially estranged from his “protection” and exposed to vampire society. the second way to interpret this is: porter is asking if vincent is afraid because of WILLIAM. he’s wondering if vincent is afraid of any consequences that vincent and those close to him might face for rebuking will’s “kindness”.

the mutual thank yous at the end oh i am not making it through 2025 if this loveliness continues AAAAAAARGHH

“family looks out for one another.” THIS IS WHAT IVE BEEN SAYING despite their conflicts, porter sees vincent and sam as the closest people he has to family.

[honeyhonest]

minors do not interact, 18+ only

✧˖°. doctor's orders

hey guys. did you know that medieval doctors would prescribe orgasms as medical treatment, as it was believed that a buildup of sexual desire would cause illness?

you know who would know this?

warnings: afab!reader (they/you pronouns, I say cunt a lot), fingering, humping, praise, usage of "little one" bc guhhh, biting, medical kink if you squint, long

It was of the opinion of your dear friends that you had fallen very, very ill.

There could be no other explanation; the pleasant, thoughtful prefect, their beloved friend, had become disinterested and grumpy, isolating themselves in their room and dismissing any attempts to talk.

You complained of being dizzy. You always looked as if you didn't quite sleep enough the night before, or the night before that. And you were distracted, your mind clearly on something else.

And despite the best efforts of your friends, you refused to see the nurse.

"I've never seen them so stubborn," Vil complains. "It's as if they want to suffer."

Leona scoffs and kicks his feet up on the table. "I say let 'em be. They're going through a phase. Can't do anything about that,"

"Was this really important enough to meet over?" Trey asks. "I have to take batter out of the fridge in fifteen-"

"Yes, we heard you the first time. And yes, it's important. They've become an absolute hermit," Vil says.

Cater leans into his elbow on the table, smiling. "And aren't they like, a little old to be going through phases?"

"My thoughts exactly,"

Each of your friends exchange glances. All have their theories, but none are willing to share them in the dim lighting of the classroom. Leona sighs.

"As much as I hate to ask, can't you just have your little lapdog figure it out?"

"Rook?" Vil asks. "I've tried. He smiles at me, as if he knows, and then says he hasn't a clue and walks off."

"Psh. Typical,"

"What're we talking about?"

Lost in thought and tense conversation, no one had noticed the door to the classroom opening.

Perhaps they wouldn't have noticed even if it was quiet, since the fae standing at the mouth of the room with his hands folded behind his back and a curious smile on his face was known for surprises.

"...Good evening, Lilia," Vil says. "We were only having a conversation."

His eyes light up at the trepidation in Vil's words. "Ooh, gossip?"

"Nothing of the sort,"

Cater grins, and leans further against the table. "Uh, kinda, tho. A certain someone's been weird lately, and it's freaking everyone out,"

"Oh," Lilia says, raising his brow. "That's unfortunate. Are they unwell?"

Cater shrugs, and Vil rolls his eyes.

"Yes. But they refuse to be tended to,"

The fae hums, the same curious smile on his lips. He's obviously not too worried. "Perhaps I can help. I've treated some illnesses in my time. What are the symptoms?"

Vil seems reluctant to share, as if he doubts Lilia's word, but then he sighs.

"Fatigue, shortness of breath, and they complain of feeling lightheaded. They've also taken to isolating themselves in their room, and their attitude has..."

"They're a huge dick now," Leona grins. Vil glares daggers at him.

Lilia hums again, cradling his chin in thought. "I see... if that's all, then I think I know what's ailing them. I'm afraid it's rather serious,"

And the room goes silent, everyone's attentions drawn to the small fae. Some suddenly look quite nervous, and others- Leona- roll their eyes.

"Woah, Lils, how serious are we talking?" Cater asks, sitting up straight again.

"I read of it in a Briar Valley medicinal tome some time ago. It's quite common in mature humans," he explains. "Some cases have been deathly. Luckily, there is treatment... ahem, but it must be given by another person."

"Like an injection or something?" Cater asks.

"Khee hee. Yes, something like that,"

Vil puts his hands on his hips, still looking skeptical. "And I suppose you'd like to give it?"

For a fleeting moment in that dark room, in the flicker of candle, Lilia's smirk sharpens, a knowing, sly gleam in his eyes.

Then, as if it had never happened, his cute, jovial expression returns. "Of course. I am the expert, after all,"

.

"Knock knock~"

Lilia is, perhaps, the last person you want to see right now.

Between your friends pestering you and the dull, unrelieved ache between your legs that you can never seem to rid yourself of, this week has felt like twelve of Lilia's lifespans combined.

The door opens without a response from you.

"There you are!" Lilia beams, as if he'd been looking for you all day. As if you'd been anywhere but in your room...

"Hello, dear. A little birdie told me you weren't feeling well."

You suppress a groan of pure, tortured anguish. "Listen, I know you're just trying to help, but I'm really not in the mood for visitors,"

"Aren't you?" he says with a tsk, tsk, slowly closing the door behind him. "I think a visitor is just what you need. I know just how to make this go away, after all."

You almost roll your eyes. He's just like the others- no amount of soup and bed rest was going to help you.

"Aww, don't give me that look," Lilia smiles, delicately sitting at the end of your bed. "I can tell this isn't a stomach bug or a cold. I'm not witless like the others, you know. Now, we're both adults here. Would you like to tell me about it, or shall I guess?"

You blink. No other option. You want to believe that he doesn't know what he's talking about, but he's Lilia.

Your refusal to answer only sharpens his grin.

"Guessing it is. Let's see," he says, his eyes lingering on your body for a moment too long.

"Khee hee. Seems like someone is a little overdue for some fun. Frustrated, are we?"

"Lilia!"

You throw your pillow at him, and he catches it with a giggle, setting it beside him and leaning over you.

"I'm right, then? Oh, don't tell me. I love the suspense. But you do know it's unhealthy to abstain. Lethal, sometimes. Back in my day, it was called womb sickness. Now it's... what, going cold turkey?"

"Lilia,"

He giggles again. "Oh, I apologize. Too lewd?"

He's not sorry in the slightest. If anything, he seems to be drinking in your frustration and embarrassment, and he has that glint in his eyes- that fiery sort of look he has before a competition.

"It's not that," you huff. "And I'm not... abstaining. I just... I've... I've had trouble... getting there."

Lilia doesn't seem surprised. If anything, his smirk only sharpens, and his eyes lower to your body again, lingering far too long on the exposed tummy visible between your shirt and your pants. His fingers, cool and almost calloused, brush against your cheek as he tucks hair behind your ear.

"Hmm... that is unfortunate, isn't it?"

"Very," you say, plainly.

There's a moment of silence, his eyes dragging down your body, shamelessly admiring you with only a look.

His hand snakes from the sheets beside you to your thigh, fingers pressing into the plush and thumb languidly stroking along the warmth of your inner thigh. There's nothing shy or gentle about the touch.

"Let me help you,"

"Excuse me?"

He bursts into a fit of giggles, his fingers digging into your thigh.

"Khee hee. My apologies, what I meant was, it is quite unhealthy to go so long without proper release. But there are... treatments,"

His thumb presses into your inner thigh for emphasis.

"So... let me help you. In a strictly professional, medical context. Of course,"

"Of course?" you repeat.

"Of course,"

His hand slides up your side, and he gives you a firm, reassuring squeeze before sliding back to your thigh, coaxing your legs apart.

Lilia stills, taking a breath and enjoying the look of you on your back underneath him. Then, he cozies himself up next to you, resting his head on your shoulder.

"This'll be better if you relax. Doctor's orders," he says. You can hear the smirk in his voice.

His fingers dance along the hem of your pajamas before sliding between the fabric of your pants and underwear. He traces a line up your clothed cunt, feeling for arousal, and then, without warning, he pushes his thumb against your achey clit, hard, making you jolt.

"Khee hee. Couldn't help myself,"

You don't have the mind to curse him out now, not even in your thoughts. His mouth finds your neck, and he presses kisses to it as his thumb moves in deep, languid circles over the pearl of your cunt.

"O-oh,"

"You like?" he giggles, fangs grazing against the tender flesh of your throat. "Don't get too cozy. We're only starting."

Every few seconds, he changes the direction or pace of his thumb, stroking your clit in circles or moving up and down, both agonizingly slow and agonizingly fast, never giving you a moment to breathe, and certainly not to cum.

"That's it," he murmurs against your neck, lowered, crimson eyes watching your chest rise and fall with each breath. "Aren't you a brave little one? Getting so wet for me..."

As if to emphasize his point, two fingers make their way beneath the thin fabric of your underwear, dipping between your folds and dancing in your slick. The cold of his skin makes your hips jolt again, and he giggles.

"Mmh. You weren't kidding. You're desperate, aren't you?"

He takes your flustered silence as a yes, and withdraws his fingers from between your legs, holding them to the light, playing with the glistening strings of slick between his fingers.

"...How cute,"

He's been torturing you for so long, you'd nearly forgotten... everything. The time, the place, your own name...

Only the absence of his hand from your cunt reminds you, and you meet his eyes with a pout.

"Lil-"

"Suck," he commands, holding his fingers to your lips. The warmth of your own cunt meets the warmth of your tongue as you let him in, and he hums happily. Once, he presses down on your tongue, making you gag, much to his delight.

He withdraws the hand and uses it to hold your face, smearing your cheek with your spit as he guides your lips to his. Lilia kisses you hard, tasting yourself on your tongue, almost moaning into your mouth when you do.

Then, he pulls away, his eyes lowered, fangs pressing into his lower lip in a grin.

"Ready?"

"Ready?" You repeat, watching him rest his head on your chest as he lays himself beside you again.

His fingers slip beneath your underwear again. "For your treatment, silly thing. Ready?"

You can suddenly feel your heart in your throat, and as soon as the word leaves your mouth, there are two nimble fingers breaching your cunt.

"My, my," his giggles almost drown out the sound of your moans. "Don't worry, little one, I'll take good care of you."

He scissors his fingers, stretching you out as if to test how much you can take, which is pleasurable in its own way, and then he begins moving. He pumps his middle and ring finger in and out, shallow at first, but going further with each noise of yours. He curls his fingers the deeper he goes, forcing more moans and whimpers and incoherent babbles out of your throat.

Though you can't see his face as he focuses solely on the place between your legs, you can tell he's enjoying this... if only because he's been grinding against your thigh since before you kissed.

"That's- that's it, just like that, you're doing so well, little one-"

The speed of his hips quickens with the speed of his fingers, filling the room with the sound of your desperate moans, his whines, and the squish of his fingers thrusting into your slick hole. His ankle hooks around yours, locking your bodies together as he humps your thigh. The heel of his palm grinds into your clit as his fingers push deeper.

You're convinced he can feel your orgasm coming before you do, because as soon as he hits the perfect spot, he sinks his fangs into your neck, overwhelming you with pain and pleasure and making you cum, finally, all over his hand.

Your vision goes white, and his soft praises sound distant until you can feel your fingers again.

And his, as he pulls them out, admiring the way they're wrinkled from your wetness and covered in slick.

"Mmh. I'm impressed. You must have been truly desperate to cum like that- or perhaps you just like me? Khee hee,"

You can't seem to speak, your body still numb and tingling with pleasure. Lilia grins at the state of yourself and leans up to kiss your sweaty forehead.

"All better, I take it? I knew I always had a knack for medicine," he says, sitting up.

You watch as he licks his hand clean, savoring the fruits of his efforts.

"I'm sure your friends will be pleased to see you in good health again."

Your eyes widen, and your lips finally part- "Don't-"

He chuckles. "I won't say a word, don't worry your pretty little head about it. It'll be our little secret, Prefect~"

Lilia looks away for a moment, seemingly lost in thought, and then he smiles again.

"...That was a close call, though. It would be just terrible if something like this happened again. I'll have to return in a few days to make sure you're taking good care of yourself- doctor's orders."

[in1-nutshell]

What if there was a lost light version of beany and boiler

Intro to IDW/MTMTE Beany and Boiler!

Hope you enjoy!

IDW Beany and Boiler

SFW, Platonic, Familial, Slight angst, Cybertronian reader

IDW/MTMTE

Boiler had lived on Caminus for most of their life.

They had seen rises of power and new rules set.

Some of them were… questionable to say the least, but it was better than living on Cybertron itself.

They would rather deal with the political drama here than the dumpster fire on that planet.

Boiler, despite being a bit odd by society’s standards, was still one of the best sparkling doctors they had.

Yes, there were care units for the new generations, but when that failed, bots like Boiler were called to fix things.

Despite working so close with sparklings, the bot never seemed interested in having one.

Their co workers often teased or tried to get them on dates with mutual friends, but it never worked out.

Boiler simply didn’t want that.

They believed with their whole spark that they weren’t going to find someone and if Primus himself wanted them to have a sparkling, they would already have one.

… Primus had a strange way of answering that…

Boiler was walking out of the hospital when they heard sparkling wails. They ran to the source of the sound while silently cursing the bots around ignoring the cries. It led them to an alley way where they stopped. There was a damaged, offline Predacon on the ground with a tiny sparkling chirping and trying to wake them up. Boiler: “By the Prime’s…” They slowly step towards the sparkling who noticed them and hissed. Boiler: “Hey, hey, easy, easy there. I’m not going ta touch ya motha.” The hissing slowly lessened as Boiler drew closer until they were right next to the sparkling. The tiny thing kept on trying to wake his parent up. Boiler carefully scooped him up and held him close. The sparkling wailed and scrapped Boiler’s armor. They bared through it. Boiler: “Its okay. It’s okay. It’s okay sweet thing. She’s in a betta place now…” Slow cries quieted down as the sparkling soon fell asleep on their chassis. Boiler on the coms: “I need security here now.”

Boiler never did find out what was the cause of death of the mother Predacon.

But judging by the scorch marks and piercing, they could safely say that someone wanted her gone.

They blamed the ongoing war on Cybertron.

A war that had taken some friends of theirs away for good.

A war that had many bots fleeing from.

Many injured, from different factions and hoping for a new life.

They would never tell anyone about that though, that was something they were going to keep.

Boiler didn’t think about keeping the sparkling initially.

Maybe for a night or two before turning him to the proper sparkling care centers.

The centers would find a place for the poor thing.

Two nights that turned into a week, that turned into a month…

Boiler wakes up in the middle of the night to find the sparkling recharging happily on their chassis. They groan to themselves. Boiler: “No… you can’t take ‘im in Boiler… you already hav’ enough as it is.” The sparkling yawns before snuggling even closer. Boiler: “I must be goin mad to even think—” The sparkling mumbles: “B… Boil…er…” Boiler groans even more as they hold the sparkling tight. They could feel his purring getting louder. Boiler: “Ya don’t make things easy fo me do ya kid?”

It was a bit of a hassle for Boiler to officially adopt a Predacon sparkling, but they made it work.

Even giving the little guy, a name, Beany, for his small size.

They had to change their schedule, so they had enough time to spend with their new sparkling.

Not too many bots were so keen on watching over a Predacon sparkling while they were away.

Thankfully there was one bot who was willing to do it… for a small price.

Boiler: “All right Velocity, lets go over the material.” Velocity: “Follow the feeding schedules, play time and recharging cycles that are listed on Beany’s berth.” Boiler: “And?” Velocity: “Make sure to call you if anything goes wrong.” Boiler gives her a small smile. Boiler: “Not bad kid. I’ll make sure to have today’s lesson planned by the time I come back.” Beany chirps a bit sadly seeing Boiler by the door. Boiler pets a knee-high Beany on the helm. Boiler: “Now you be good ta Velocity. Bye you two!” Beany jumps into Velocity’s arms as they both wave goodbye.

In exchange for watching Beany, Boiler would help mentor Velocity until she didn’t need them anymore.

 Velocity had slowly wormed her way into Boiler’s spark and absent mindedly started looking out for her almost the same way they did with Beany.

Beany loved when his self-proclaimed sister came by.

The young bot soon started bringing in more of her friends to mee the grumpy bot.

The ones who seemed to stay around the most were Chromia, Nautica and Windblade.

Boiler is trying to think back to when their life of solitude only to become overrun by these young bots.

Boiler: “Hold on there. Velocity, where do you four think ya goin at a time like this?” Velocity: “Yes it’s a bit late but if we hurry now—” Boiler closes the door with their arms crossed. Boiler: “Now if you think I’m goin to let a couple of young bots out at night you’re surely mistaken. Beany! Go be a dear an get the extra beddings ready.” Beany transformed to his bi pede mode and mock saluted. Beany: “You got it!” Nautica: “Oh Boiler that’s not nec—” Boiler: “Ep, Ep, Ep! None of that. Now, you young bots get ready for recharge, I’ll handle the rest.” Windblade: “But Boiler—” Chromia covers her mouth. Chromia: “Whatever you say Boiler!”

Those bots were truly becoming a second family for Beany and Boiler.

The older bot was grateful that the girls had reached out and got Beany out.

No one was going to mess with each other as long as they were in a group.

Beany already looked intimidating enough for any bot to think twice before doing something dumb.

And the girls would defend Beany against bots who thought Predacons as second-rate citizens.

With all the talks around the city, it was only a matter of time before Beany got interested about the war.

Even starting to talk about joining it, something that Boiler was very much against.

There started to be regular fights about the subject until word got to Caminus that the war had ended.

Beany refused to talk to them for a week after the news came.

They don’t regret keeping Beany away from the war, not one bit.

It was a sad day when all four girls had announced that they were leaving Caminus.

Boiler hosted a small goodbye party for them.

Beany, despite being a youngling, was now taller than all of them and could easily grab most of them in a group hug.

The pair watched the girls’ ships leave from the ports and went back to a much quieter home.

It was… difficult to readjust to a quieter normal for the both.

Sometimes the Predacon would find himself looking out the window waiting for any sign or Velocity or Nautica to show up.

Boiler found themselves putting out extra energon out in case any of the girls came by.

They froze a bit when Beany told them that he wanted to go to Cybertron.

The guardian and son’s biggest fight erupted out of that one declaration.

It ended with Beany shouting and going straight to his room.

Boiler was about to follow when they received an emergency call from work.

They made sure to tell Beany they would come back and talk about the subject again.

Boiler ended up staying overnight at the hospital for 3 days due to a shortage of doctor’s and a malfunction at the sparkling center.

They dragged their pedes back home and went straight to Beany’s door.

Boiler knocks a bit. Boiler: “Beany… Its me. I know I said I’d be back soon but f ya heard from tha news, things weren’t looking ta hot.” They clear their throat a bit. Boiler: “Listen Beany… I’ve been thinking about ya leaving and all…” Boiler blinks back some tears and vents softly. Boiler: “Maybe a trip wouldn’t do ya to bad. But we’ll have to call one of the girls to go pick you up from the ports though. What do ya say Beany? Beany?” They try knocking the door again. They hear nothing. Boiler: “Beany! Beany are you okay!? Hang on I’m kickin tha door!” SLAM! Boiler kicks the door with one swift kick. Boiler: “Gah! Sweet Solus Prime! I’m going to need ma pede checked out after this. Beany! Beany where are ya lad!” Beany’s room was empty. Boiler stares at the empty room with scared optics. Boiler: “BEANY!” Somewhere on the Lost Light… Beany is sitting down with Nautica at Swerve’s when he gets a shudder down his spinal struts. Nautica: “You alright Beany?” Beany shrugs. Beany: “Probably just a draft.” Nautica: “I’m still surprised that Boiler let you go alone to Cybertron. How did you convince them?” Beany: “Well… Hey look! Whirl’s going to try and throw Ten again!” Beany tries to ignore the sudden feeling of danger and opts to seeing his friend trying to throw the oblivious yellow bot.

[scaryscarecrows]

Tim is absolutely concerned that a Jokerized Batman is roaming Gotham. He’s a little more concerned that a literal army is invading Gotham. But right now, he’s just. Awkwardly sitting here.

Barbara’s alive, he keeps telling himself. Babs is okay. It’s a great feeling. Not that it’s helping him at all. He’s still stuck here, with nothing to do besides fiddle, for the thousandth time, with his communication unit and exchange steadily more commiserating glances with Harley Quinn.

“Hey, birdie. Wanna play pat-a-cake?” She grins at him, broken, and starts clapping slowly, sometimes putting her hands flat against the glass where he’s supposed to mimic her. “Aw, c’mon, Robin! We’re stuck ‘ere ‘til Bats comes to let us out.”

“He’s not letting you out,” he reminds her. She shrugs.

“Yeah…probably not. Oh, well…I could get used to Mistah J with bigger shoulders.”

Tim shudders. He doesn’t want this conversation. He’ll fix this. Bruce might have to spend some time-a lot of time-locked away, but he’ll fix this. He’s not really showing symptoms, there’s still time, he can—

BAM!

Oh no.

“Secure the area,” someone growls. “Get those doors locked down, fix the voice recognition lock. I don’t want him getting back in here if he gets loose.”

Well. Shit.

“Yessir.”

Tim’s fingers tighten around the little canister in his hand. The Arkham Knight was here before, God knows why, and he…took pity, is Tim’s best guess, tossed him a thing of mace. Held him at gunpoint the whole time, but still. Him-or his men, anyway, Tim hasn’t heard the man himself-being back here can only be bad.

But he’s not going down without a fight.

“Aww, miss me?” Harley calls, leaning against the glass. A second later, one of the soldiers enters the room. “Didn’t yer mama ever tell ya to take yer hat off to a lady?”

He ignores her in favor of nudging Henry’s bloody corpse and calling, “Hey, boss, you want me to move these outta the middle of the floor?”

Presumably the Knight is here, then. But he doesn’t answer.

“He says yeah!” somebody shouts from the elevator.

Okay?

This isn’t weird, not to the guy, because he leans down, grabs Henry’s wrists with a grimace, and starts pulling.

“Hey, Robin,” he says. “You, uh, you need food or anything? You’re not gonna die of dehydration in there, are you?”

No. These cells have the sad ‘healthy’ energy bars Bruce hands over if anyone dares to say, ‘hey, B, I’m hungry, how about Goth-King?’ They also have water bottles.

“You could let me out,” he says flatly. The guy stops mid-drag and fixes him with an exasperated expression.

“How stupid do you think I am.”

“Most thugs in this city are pretty damn dumb.”

“You know what, that’s fair.”

He doesn’t even try to move Albert King. He looks at him, sure, but then he calls over, “Trent! Come move this guy!”

“Chihuahua,” a voice rumbles in amusement. The other man holds up a middle finger.

“You’re just a freak. I’m not moving him when I can make you do it, so c’mere.”

Another man, this one around Albert’s size, enters. He laughs at the first one before leaning down, grabbing the ankles, and pulling the big man’s remains off towards the side.

Others file in, now. A man with some kind of computer and an antennae strapped to his back, a medic, a—

Holy shit.

Tim blinks, hoping he’s having a moment of…of…tired. Stress. Something. He’s not. Jason Todd is still standing not ten feet away. He’s older, obviously, but even without the brand on his face, he’s still recognizable.

It makes sense, in a horrible sort of way. They never found him, not even a…a likely match. The only thing they had was that tape, and Robin’s burned, bloody cape. Sure, Tim wouldn’t have thought he could do something like this–Jason was reckless and impulsive, this seems way too calculated–but he has the motive, and…well…

Oh my God.

Jason’s (??????) holding an ice pack to his throat, and the medic’s hissing at him like an angry goose.

“—talk, I said, keep your mouth shut, I said! You pay me to know this shit! That is my job! You are making it very hard for me to do my job, and so help me, if you make so much as a peep before I clear you—”

They’re just…completely ignoring him. He guesses it’s better than killing him, but. What do they want? What is going on around here?

Jason starts coughing and an older man thumps Medic between the shoulders.

“Good going. You broke him.” Then a gentler, “Maybe siddown, sir. You don’t look so good.”

No. No, he doesn’t. Ice pack aside, scars aside, he’s swaying on his feet and he looks green. He doesn’t fight, either, when the older man guides him to the examination table and gives him a nudge to make him sit down.

“There we go…you good? You’re not gonna pass out or anything?”

Jason shakes his head and adjusts the pack against his throat before flopping onto his back and rasping, “Gimme a minute.”

“No talking!” Medic shouts from across the room. He is ignored.

“Drouot.” First Man-okay, so he has a name now-is there in seconds. “Bring Robin up to speed, I can’t—”

“You got it, boss.”

Tim is so confused. They don’t seem to be here to hurt him, but they’ve been trying to kill Bruce all night, and Jason isn’t as dead as they thought and—

Drouot comes over to stand in front of the glass. He makes no move to let Tim out, but he does seem to be doing his best to look non-threatening. Well. As non-threatening as possible, being armed to the teeth and all.

“You doing okay in there?”

“Spare me the good cop routine.”

“You try to be nice…fine.” He straightens up and clasps his hands behind his back. “Our understanding is that Batman’s ability to fight the effects of the TITAN disease is shaky at best, and we have secured him to prevent him from harming others. Namely us.” He gives Tim a chilly smile and Tim wonders, then, how much these guys know. “Scarecrow’s Cloudburst was probably the catalyst—” What. “—but in hindsight, he’s been, uh. Not okay for most of the night—”

He’s cut off by Harley pounding her fists on the glass and screaming, “He’s takin’ afta my puddin’, and he’s gonna be perfect! You leave him alone, ya big meanie!”

Everybody cringes, and the big guy, Trent, twists around and steps over to her cell.

“Zip it, clown.”

Harley peers around him and lights up like a Christmas tree.

“Baby boy!” Huh-oh. This can’t be good. “Where have you been?”

Jason lifts a hand to flip her off before letting it dangle off the table. Trent smacks his palm against the glass and growls, “I said, zip it.”

“Make me.”

He looks tempted. Instead, he looks down at the keypad, pushes a button, and the soundproof panes slide into place. Harley isn’t happy about this. Drouot rubs his temples and mutters, “Too many freaks in this town…should’ve just blown it up from the sea and picked through the rubble for the bastard’s remains…anyways. I don’t like this situation any more than you do—”

“You took Gotham hostage!”

Drouot’s eye twitches. Behind him, the computer flashes red as somebody types on the keyboard. Harley’s blurry shape continues pounding on the glass. A Riddler trophy glows sickly green in the vents. (That had been wild-a bunch of robots had just…come in, placed the trophies, and left. Except for a few of them that went deeper into the studio and never came back.)

“I was going to let you out to try and stop Scarecrow.”

“He’s your boss.”

There’s a burst of offended chatter. Drouot looks like he wants to bang his head against the nearest wall.

“He’s a client, and that contract has been terminated at our discretion due to. Ah. Creative differences.” There’s laughter behind him. “And also a critical lack of communication, and unnecessary endangerment.” That’s their problem. It’s not like Scarecrow’s ever made an effort to hide his motivations. Well. Unless he has a bigger, more horrible plan to unveil. “And he creeps me out, so I don’t feel too bad.”

Does Tim recognize that as an attempt to convince him that they’re friendly? Yeah. Does he care? Only a little.

“That’s sort of his thing.”

“Really. I had no idea.” He looks at the keypad. “Are you going to leap at me and try to bash my head against the floor if I let you out?”

Honestly, probably not. He could get this one. He could feasibly take one more before the others start shooting, but if they’ve locked down the front door, who knows what else they’ve done. The odds of him getting out of here alive after mounting an attack are slim at best. For now, playing along is his best option.

“No.”

“Want me to open the cell, sir?”

Jason’s sitting up again, slumped forward with his free hand steadying himself against the side of the table. For a minute, Tim thinks he’ll say no-expects him to, even-but he nods, just once, and rasps, “He tries anything, put a bullet through his head.”

Ouch.

“Yessir.”

Drouot taps at the keypad until the door opens and steps back. The computer is no longer flashing red, which is disturbing, given the circumstances. But it’ll alert Barbara, if she hasn’t been already. Who knows what she’ll be able to do, with Bruce…somewhere…, but he’ll take it.

Jason looks at him and Tim…Tim doesn’t know what to say, if anything. How, exactly, do you make amends for…for…everything, basically. All of it. He hadn’t really expected, or wanted, to be Robin. He’d wanted Batman to stop half-murdering people, to help find Robin.

Something tells him that’s not going to go over well with Jason, or his little bodyguards. Uh. Big bodyguards. Minions.

“Thank you,” he finally forces out. Jason shrugs.

“I don’t like this any more than you do.”

That’s not surprising. This is one of the top five most awkward moments of Tim’s life, right after telling Bruce Wayne, ‘you’re Batman’ and having a horrible stare-off for two whole minutes.

“We’re sure he’s not, like, Joker Junior or anything, right?” Drouot says from behind him. Oh, that is it—

“Yeah. I mean, I’m all for bludgeoning him over the head and taking a blood saaaaample—”

“Stop. Talking.”

“—but I think Batman did that already, because his file’s clean.”

Of course Jason’s seen his file. Tim doesn’t think he likes this tidbit of knowledge.

“I’m standing right here.”

“That’s good.” He just said-! “What now, boss?”

Jason eyes Harley’s cell and swallows a few times before saying, “Sweep the whole building. You see any jack-in-the-boxes, shoot them from a distance, they’re explosive. Leave Riddler’s bullshit alone.”

“Yessir. You, uh, you coming with?”

“No. Robin and I are going to have a talk--no. I do not need a babysitter. Get going.”

They go, but none of them look too pleased. When the doors are shut, he stands up and makes his way to the computers to bring up the cameras. Tim wonders what to do.

“I thought about killing you, you know.” Where’s his staff. Bruce took it from him earlier and he would like it back. “Thought maybe I’d send your corpse back to B in a bird cage.”

Well. This is awkward.

“I’m…sorry?”

Jason snorts.

“Been hearing that a lot tonight.” He frowns and taps the intercom button. “There’s a back entrance behind the haunted house set. Seal it off.” Somebody throws a salute at the camera. Jason stumbles back onto the examination table and drops the half-thawed ice pack down next to him. “I’m not telling you where we left him,” he continues. “He’s out of control. He won’t stop laughing.”

Brr. Tim’s grateful, a little, that he’s been spared that sight. Bruce laughs, it’s not that. But his laugh is…warm. Deep and easy to miss if you’re not listening. Something tells him that’s not what was happening.

“What are you doing?”

“You didn’t really think I went into this without having a ‘ruin Scarecrow’s life’ plan.”

“I thought you were friends now.”

“You thought wrong.”

Maybe.

Tim considers trying to knock Jason out; there’s sedatives in that fridge, fast-acting ones. But he doesn’t know where Bruce is, Scarecrow is at large, and he’s not sure about, like allergies. The last thing he wants is to accidentally kill Jason for real this time.

Or for those sedatives to take a little too long, thus giving Jason the opportunity to kill Tim. That’s not good, either.

“Don’t get any ideas, Drake.” Damn. “You’re out of that cell because this is an all-hands-on-deck situation. Try anything, and I will put you down.” The or my men will is very much implied. “Scarecrow has Gordon.”

Somebody always has Gordon. Tim likes the man, but...but...honestly, over the years, he’s been kidnapped more than all three Robins combined.

His face must say as much, because Jason shrugs and says, “I know. Shocker, right? We know where he is, we’re going to handle it. But as much as it pains me to admit it, you can make yourself useful.”

[obsessivestar]

Hey Google how do I make an introduction post look pretty so people will notice it and be my moot ♡

[bunnyboy-juice]

spent the first hour and change at work deleting some old files and am having a grand ol time laughing at myself for not realizing i was a lesbian sooner

[malcolm-reeds-pineapple]

When the emotional support extreme weather event YouTuber talks about an extreme weather event you lived through

[icantalk710]

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[jimingyue]

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🖋️ meowful-musings Follow

🕊️ birdwatching Follow

what's wrong with dry food??? my humans feed me it all the time and i think it's fine

💀 elusivehider-deactivated948204

op wheres the natural feeding option

🌲 outdoorsy Follow

you guys are getting fed?

#im a barn cat so maybe im missing something here #meowtthew don't look

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☀️ pawsitive-affurmations Follow

ITS OKAY TO BE A MOGGIE

ITS OKAY TO BE A MOGGIE

YOU ARE NOT LESS VALID IF YOU ARE NOT A SPECIFIC PEDIGREE!!!!!

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extra special shout out to cats who have "common" coat colors. grey tabbies and black cats i am rubbing against your head affectionately <3

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as a grey tabby i really needed to hear this :"3

#i feel like i never see positivity posts for moggies even tho we're the most common type of cat....

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🎵 rage-against-the-meowchine Follow

i cant believe there are cats ACTUALLY advocating for kittens to be separated from their mothers before 12 weeks??? kittens still need to learn how to interact with other cats before being placed into their furever home omg you guys know you're advocating for undersocialized and aggressive cats right

❤️ loving-paws284 Follow

um op some of us??? matured early??????? i was separated from my mother at 7 weeks and i turned out fine... interesting how you assume that kittens being separated from their mothers at a younger age will lead to the degeneracy of the next generation...hmm i wonder where i've heard that before...

🐈 fluffy-the-cat Follow

OP got bit too hard during a play-fight as a kitten and it shows XD

🐟 tunafeesh Follow

also op have you ever considered that just because somecat is kind of scared and unable to deal with strange cats or humans, it doesn't mean they don't deserve to be adopted?? you sound like a vet psyop honestly

🎵 rage-against-the-meowchine Follow

oh meow god saying that kittens should be fully weaned before leaving their mother is NOT veterinarian rhetoric and i never said that they deserve to be euthanized!!! my mother literally died when i was 3 weeks old and it seriously messed up my development so stop putting words in my mouth, thanks

anyway friendly reminder that underweaned kittens are prone to illness and often struggle with basic cat behaviors like litterbox usage, and in some nyavinces it's even considered kitten abuse

#discourse #cant believe "kitten abuse is bad" is controversial now

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🍃 naturalliving Follow

BORN TO DIE

WORLD IS A FUCK

猫神 Kill Em All 1989

I am trash cat

410,757,864,530 DEAD BIRDS

#outdoorliving #outdoorcats please interact #outdoorcat friendly

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🎣 salmonpurina Follow

can't believe cats are uncritically reblogging that born to die world is a fuck post. i know it's funny but op is literally an outdoor cat truther

#like cmon now you just have to go to their blog #lulu speaks

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gentle reminder that pushing cups off the table is not cute and can cause a lot of distress in your human!!!! gentle reminder that our teeth and claws can easily hurt them more than they can hurt us!!!!

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evil reminder that the cup should always be pushed off the table. evil reminder that you should always bite and claw at your human no matter what. you can do whatever you want forever

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make your own pawst

💀 laser-point-deactivated8574721

umm i know a tomcat who did that and his human ended up putting him down so...

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Nyaverage shelter cat behavior

#not nyaruto #re-nyab #pickles shut up

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🌈 nyaoi-warrior Follow

saw two male cats sleeping together on the porch today. homeow behavior imo

💡 discourse-meows Follow

hey um what the fuck??? it's really not okay of you to go assuming other cat's sexualities, especially cats you don't even know???? as a queer cat i'm VERYY uncomfortable. real-ass cats didn't consent to your nyaoi fetish, thanks

🌈 nyaoi-warrior Follow

1. i was making. a joak

2. i'm literally gay???

#literally what's your pawblem

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🎩 amazingcatshow12 Follow

reblog if you've ever caught the laser pointer

🎩 amazingcatshow12 Follow

i know you fuckers are lying

🍭 gaykittens Follow

this tom hasn't caught the laser pointer

🎩 amazingcatshow12 Follow

shut the heull up

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🐾 b-e-a-n-t-o-e-s Follow

grey toebeans >>>>>>>>> pink toebeans and don't let the haters make you believe otherwise

🐁 ladymouser Follow

op shut the fuck up ALL toebeans are beautiful!!! just bc you're miserable and insecure doesn't mean you can bring others down based on things they can't control

🐾 b-e-a-n-t-o-e-s Follow

oh so the cat-human separationist wants to preach to us