#this is getting hella long and i need to shut up im sorry ;-;

[six-eyed-samurai]

HEHEHEHEH >:3 all im saying is rindou x popular!reader? like bratty and full of herself. REGINA GEORGE. REGINA GEORGE READER. but not actually

SORRY IF THIS IS CONFUSING I JUST WANNA KNOW WHATYOU THINK AND IF YOURE WILLING TO WRITE IT OK LOVE YOU MWAH MWAH MY WHIPPED CREAM ON TOP OF THE PERFECTLY WARM HOT COCOA WITH THE SMALL BUT REALLY TASTY MARSHMALLOWS <3 (almost typed mushrooms LMAAOO)

A/N: PLEB MY BELOVED TERIYAKI PEACH I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG YOU ALREADY KNOW MY EXAMS AND SHIT BUT RAAAAAH ALSO I NEVER WATCHED MEAN GIRLS (the number of people about to murder me rn) SO I HOPE I'M ACCURATE, PLEASE ENJOY IN RETURN FOR THE VIP I LOVE YOU TO PLUTO AND BACK (Did someone say mushrooms? Well, I am a fun-guy- get it? GET IT?!) WARNINGS: Swearing and breaking the fourth wall. Nowhere says the Haitani brothers attend high school, but nowhere also says they don't, so here they do.

🌸First of all, let this be known that the one and only Haitani Ran came up with that title and is responsible for the whole story below (or so he claims, because I did about 80% of the work typing this out).

🌸Anyways.

🌸You meeting each other was probably inevitable - the Haitani brothers the head delinquents of Roppongi, you the literal head of every single popular girl clique.

🌸Do you hit off at once? Absolutely not. You made a very cutting comment about Rindou’s hair, even after your terrified girlfriends (minions) warned you about who he was and similarly Rindou called you a wannabe with fake Prada and your makeup was smudged.

🌸What a great start to a friendship! From that day onwards every time you both caught side of each other it was snarky jab after snarky jab at each other’s hair, clothes, shoes, speech, grades, lunch, anything you both could think of.

🌸Rindou hates you because you’re just such a prissy, spoilt princess brat with hella nice hair. You just hate him because who does he think he is to insult your fashion taste? So what if he’s a total bad boy delinquent? What about it?

🌸Ran thinks it’s hilarious. Rindou cannot not talk about you even when you’re not around, even if it’s just the repetitive complaints of your usual petty annoyingness, and gee, Rin-Rin, are you really that obsessed with them that you even still think about what colour their nail polish are in the middle of a fight? It’s almost worth missing a nap, Ran decides, when he can record Rindou spluttering out protests and declarations that you’re the ugliest, nastiest girl he’s ever met.

[Ran turns the camera to his face] I think my brother is a kindergartener afraid that girls have cooties. Sigh, he was supposed to be the more mature of the two of us.

🌸Even your traitorous girl clique were shipping you both! Even after you told them to shut up! Ugh! You don’t need them to stalk out his socials, you don’t need them yammering about how you always greet him in the corridors (”Did a dog shit on your shoes, Haitani?”), you don’t need them taking pictures/photoshopping you both together. Just, ew.

🌸Once again, so what if both your rivalry was turning into a…really weird obsession?

🌸You were pretty sure you hated Rindou with a burning passion, but one day you caught yourself studying your figure in the mirror, judging - judging?! - your own outfit by his standards: what sort of comments would he make this time? Is he going to jibe that you had finally found a skirt shorter than you? Are you actually wondering if he’d like it?!

🌸You CANNOT be seriously breaking one of the sacred rules of no pink on Wednesdays right now either just because Rindou had once made a muttered remark this being the only thing that looked good on you.

🌸Rindou was quite certain as well that if he could, he’d run a bus over your snobby ass but…here he was, cringing at whatever made him stop by the roadside asking if you needed a ride home since it was raining. Not because he cared or whatever. He hoped you got soaked to the bone sitting on the back of his motorbike. And that your hair gets messed up from wearing his helmet.

🌸You treating him to the boba cafe that nearly opened the next day was also strictly returning a favor so you didn’t have to owe your biggest nemesis. In fact, HE should owe you for making you wash his stupid jacket that he had forced you to wear that night as protection from the storm.

🌸Rindou sasses you right back, but yes, he supposes he owes you another drink. And another. And another. And another.

🌸At this point it’s so obvious the only reason none of you have admitted you’re practically dating already is because of your egos and reputations.

🌸That is, until one day when you’re strolling home by yourself and scrolling on your phone to scoff at Rindou liking your latest photo, A FEW DAYS AFTER YOU POSTED, you’re cornered by several members of a gang with a grudge to settle with the Haitani brothers - what better way to do so than to target Rindou’s girlfriend (see, if they were targeting Ran, they’d have to target every girl in the neighborhood, playboy that he is).

🌸Now you might be a prissy mean girl but that don’t mean you can’t kick ass physically. One of them made the stupid mistake of trying to grab your arm and EW, WRECKED YOUR NAILS? You slapped him pretty hard for that…and the rest too, with your new handbag, which made you even more pissed off, because hello, that shit was designer?!

🌸Also, congratulations, you've managed to make them all extremely self conscious while unconscious with your jibes about their appearances.

🌸Unfortunately that can't help you when more of them show up and you're outnumbered. At least you're going out with a bang…but not in the way you think when Rindou’s motorbike suddenly plows through them, engines revving, an irritated expression on his face.

“The only one who gets to piss my girlfriend off is me, so hands off.”

🌸Most people would've thanked him once he was finished knocking them all out but you immediately start berating him for taking so long in arriving.

”You really took your sweet time driving here, so of course I just decided to head home myself! I didn't need you to accompany me!”

He rolls his eyes because if he ignores your ungratefulness he can see your fingers trembling as you picked the items fallen from your bag, evidence of you still being shaken up. This (bratty) behaviour was just your…coping mechanism? Or maybe just typical you. “Then how'd you get surrounded so easily?”

“How was I to know people wanna beat me up today?!”

“You know what, stuff it and get on the bike. I'm taking you home whether you want me to or not.”

You stuff it and get on the bike. Rindou only uses that tone when he's worried.

🌸Aaand then it's only when you're on your doorstep do you realize what he had said.

🌸Rindou sees you frozen and raises an eyebrow. “What is it this time?”

“You called me your girlfriend.”

“So I did. You're not? Aren't we going on dates and everything? Sorry, “outings just between the two of us”?”

“We never talked it out or agreed on anything official!”

“I didn't know we needed to file a form and get a stamp of approval in order to go out.”

“OMG, you're so annoying I can't even - fine, I’ll…be your girlfriend. The moment you get a better haircut.”

…

“WIPE THAT SMIRK OFF YOUR FACE! Ugh, gotta go redo my makeup now.”

“Stop talking about my hair then, before you look at yours.”

He's still smirking as he leaves.

🌸So now Rindou has not one but two divas in his life. He can't decide which of you is the lesser evil, because on one hand he has Ran killing his wallet with all his dye jobs and on the other you're demanding his wallet for that new pair of heels he's pretty sure will break in less than a day.

🌸What are dates like? You dragging him off to clothing/shoes/jewelry stores, mall dates where you empty him of all cash on dessert and boba, going to the latest trending cafe while you judge everyone around you, spill all the gossip at school and naturally, talk about yourself (Rindou secretly eats your cake and zones out when the last one happens).

🌸If you've seen that reel of someone digging a hole in their cake to secretly reach the other person's cake…you know what Rindou does now.

🌸However both you and Rindou's favourite kind of date is when you're just driving around aimlessly in your shiny sports car with the wind blowing through the windows and the only fights are over your music choices: popular ones from Instagram (you) and whatever strikes Rindou's fancy.

🌸Has Ran attempted to gatecrash your dates and plead to drive your car? Absolutely. Have you let him? No. It's one of the few things you and Rindou agree on.

🌸You can be pretty annoying with that full of yourself attitude, “camera eats first!” mindset and double meaning words, but it's only annoying because Rindou has to go clean up your messes and apologize - apologize - to whoever was dumb enough to incur your wrath lest you get into trouble (for the millionth time). You'd never admit it, but you'd stopped directing any of that bxxchiness at him a long time ago.

🌸For anyone that did something wrong to Rindou though? Hell hath no fury like a woman with an ego bigger than Jupiter and a protective instinct for her man.

🌸If Japan has prom, you both would be crowned king and queen. If someone's hosting a party, you both would be the ones rocking the dance floor. If any of this happened, it's because you forced Rindou and he can't say no, however much he grumbles.

🌸First kiss was probably during some heated argument in front of everyone and Rindou claims he only instigated it because he wanted to shut you up. You reveled in the gossip that came with such a scandalous affair but yes, he took you very aback with the “Because I love you, dumbass?!”

🌸(Ran recorded everything and posted it on his super secret fan account following his favorite crack ship, the two of you.)

🌸Rindou doesn’t strike me as the jealous type. He KNOWS, however full of shit you are, you ain’t going to leave him for any of those losers just staring at your ass. To him they’re just minor annoyances, like flies - bothersome, but easily dealt with. Besides, who’s crazy enough to take THE Haitani’s girlfriend?

🌸You don’t get jealous much either, or so you claim. It’s quickly proven false whenever you snap spitefully at any girl who dares to lay a manicured hand on him - you won’t even tolerate your own girlfriends. You’re proud of the fact he’s so attractive, but that makes you even more possessive, because some deep, dark, insecure part of you is afraid he’d leave you for a similar girl, because surely there’s no difference between you and them. Just petty, bratty, arrogant mean girls.

🌸”I’m just going to get this tattooed on you, because for the hundredth time, sweetheart, I’m not going to leave you for some airhead bimbo. You’re more than just a face, and yeah, you really need to get off your high horse sometimes, but I’m still here, aren’t I?”

🌸The sappy moment is ruined when you sniffle and slap him lightly for making you cry and ruin your mascara. Rindou sighs (how many times has he sighed throughout this piece of writing already?)

🌸Average conversation between you and Rindou:

“I’m not surprised he got beat up with that kind of hair…is he trying out a new style from the slums?”

“Mhm. Couldn’t even throw a punch properly.”

“I bet you put him in his place, bae.”

“I’d kill myself if I didn’t.”

🌸And if the person in question overhears?

“Oh…we were just, you know, discussing your ah, state of hair. Bad hair day? Thought so.”

“That black eye really goes well with it, don’t you think?”

“Now that’s why you’re my boyfriend.”

[simp4wom3n]

The Quiet One Pt V

Pairing: Tara Carpenter x Fem!reader

Summary:With Ghostface closing in on them, Act 3 finally begins as everyone teams up to hopefully once and for all take them down. ~ Word Count: 9.8k ~ Warnings: descriptions of gory injuries, blood, and anything that comes with Scream, Scream VI spoliers!!, hella swearing

A/N: OMG HEY!!!! IM BACK!!! It has been such a ridiculously long time since I have written, and I'M SO SORRY. Life really got in the way for a while, but I am back. This fic is so damn long it took me ages, but I hope it's everything you guys wanted. I love you all! COME ON MOTHERF*CKER!!

Pt1 ~ Pt2 ~ Pt3 ~ Pt4 ~ Pt5

Stepping onto the brisk streets of New York, a cool breeze brushed against your skin, painting a rosy hue on your nose and cheeks. The gentle breeze caressed your scar, providing needed relief to its subtle throbbing as you walked hand-in-hand with Tara, who was engrossed in conversation with her sister, while the rest of the group led the way to the station. Eyes scanning your surroundings hastily, your brain attempted to adjust to your new vision as you watched people walk past, utterly oblivious to the psycho that was tormenting their city.

You had never been more jealous.

While meeting Tara was undoubtedly the best part of your life, walking nonchalantly down a busy street at night without checking your shoulder regularly sounded pretty nice. Was it worth throwing your love for Tara away for? Absolutely not, yet you would be lying if you said there wasn't a little voice in the back of your mind that liked to remind you how every day your life could've been - especially after everything you've suffered, as if Woodsboro wasn't enough.

As if sensing your discomfort, Tara paused her conversation with her sister to glance at you worriedly, her eyes scanning your rigid posture and distant eyes moving too fast for her to track. She squeezes your hand to grab your attention as your eyes finally meet hers, your lone e/c eye standing out against its pale white counterpart. "You okay?" she whispers softly, her eyebrows creasing slightly. "Yeah," you sighed dejectedly, "just kinda wishing I had a normal life... you know, without all this Ghostface shit".

You watched as Tara's face fell slightly at your words, causing you to panic, "It's not your fault! I love you and everyone here. I just hate worrying about who will be alive in the morning." Her expression was slightly lifted as a small smile formed on her lips, but guilt continued to gnaw at her eyes. You could hear her whisper, "Yeah, I get it", as she briefly looked away to look at others a few metres ahead of you. She lets go of your hand with a comforting squeeze as she quickens with each step. "I'll be right back."

Watching as she walked off, a gentle hand on your shoulder pulled your attention from the small girl now talking to Mindy. "Did I say something?" you ask, knowing it was Sam standing next to you. "No, she just likes to run off sometimes," she jokes lightheartedly, a slight chuckle falling from your lips. "Tell me about it.". Mindy glances back at you as Tara approaches Chad and Danny. "She's a difficult girl to understand, but if there's one thing I know for sure, it's that she loves you. It's a little obsessive, honestly." Your cheeks flush as you look at Sam questionably, "Sam being sentimental? Never thought I'd live to see that." "Oh shut up" she shoves your shoulder playfully as a comfortable silence falls between the two of you.

Curious, you gaze at Tara as she returns to her position beside you, intertwining your hands without hesitation. You enquire softly, "What was that all about?" while she keeps her gaze fixed on the approaching station stairs. "Nothing. I just needed to talk to them about something.". Despite feeling it was about you, as said friends kept looking over their shoulders at you, you stopped yourself from pushing it.

As soon as you stepped foot in the station, you were greeted by an overwhelming influx of people, many of whom were dressed in Halloween costumes. Mindy steps back from the group in front to stand by your side as you take in your surroundings for the first time. Like you, she looks through the crowds, her expression more serious than you're used to on her. You excused her unusual behaviour until you both walked into someone who stared at you wide-eyed, horrified by your scar.

"What the fuck are you looking at?! Fuck off! Jeez... some people."

Now, you were the one who had to look at Mindy with wide eyes. This type of aggression was uncommon for the typically gentle and humorous girl, so the fact that she even displayed it, especially to defend you, it shocked you, to say the least. "Damn, Mindy… thanks," you muttered under your breath as Mindy returned your timid smile, "They deserved it."

Walking further onto the platform, the group waited momentarily whilst the train came to a stop and the doors opened. With tons of people trying to squeeze through the small doors to fit in the tiny space left on the packed train, it became a free-for-all. It happened in a blur; your hand separated from Tara's as Danny dragged her onto the train, leaving you and Mindy amongst the wave of people.

Amidst the chaos of people jostling your shoulders, your attention shifted away from Mindy's presence and focused solely on reaching a concerned Tara. Mindy's frustration became evident through the curse words she hurled at those around you. As you pushed your way towards your girlfriend, an obnoxious person dressed as Ghostface forcefully pushed you from behind, causing you to stumble onto the train and into Tara's embrace, the girl grunting softly at the impact. The echo of Mindy's furious tirade filled the air as you finally turned to witness her forcefully pulling off their mask.

Tucked in Tara's embrace, a soft chuckle escaped your lips at the scene before you. That was until the doors of the train started to close. "Shit… Mindy!" you exclaim, feeling a surge of guilt wash over you as you desperately try to reach the door, only to be held back by Tara. You watch Mindy's sudden realisation of the closing doors, a loud 'fuck' escapes her lips as she tries to navigate through the remaining crowd in her path.

The doors shut just as she's about to reach them.

You pound your fist against the door in frustration, mirroring the same exasperated look on Mindy's face. Grabbing your phone, you motioned for her to do the same through the glass as you texted her. The whine of the train starting to move fills your ears as Tara pulls you closer, her body wrapped around your free arm.

In the midst of all the chaos, it escaped your attention that Ethan had also managed to miss the train, although you couldn't quite fathom how. Your phone dings with a text from Mindy. "She's taking the train right after us with Ethan," you inform the group, slipping your phone into your back pocket and releasing a quiet sigh.

"She'll be okay. She's Mindy." Tara comforts you softly, gently stroking your arm as you gaze down at her, nodding in response. You embraced your girlfriend in a tender and heartfelt hug. You were burdened with guilt. You're not sure where this sudden protective nature had come from, and although your heart felt some relief knowing that she cared, you couldn't help but feel responsible for it.

She was protecting you, and look where that got her.

Letting go of Tara, you gently kissed her forehead and intertwined your hand with hers. Until now, you were completely absorbed in your thoughts, oblivious to the tension brewing within the group. Taking your gaze off your girlfriend, the source of said discomfort became obvious.

Ghostface.

Everywhere.

"Oh, what the fuck" you cursed as Tara's grip on your hand tightened. Everywhere you looked, there were individuals wearing the costume that perpetually plagued your nightmares, and their unwavering gazes seemed to be fixated on you. "Why are there so many of them?" Chad asked, his frustration evident in his voice as he, too, grew tired of encountering the same pale mask wherever he went.

Everyone's faces are ridden with anxiety. "How many stops do we have?" Tara inquired with a heightened sense of urgency, eager to get off the train just like the rest of you. Sam gazes at the map, undoubtedly internally pleading that it's not too many. Looking back at the group, she hesitates slightly, revealing the news couldn't be good. "Ten", she speaks solemnly. Tara's eyes are filled with concern as you exchange worried glances, causing your heart to race at an abnormal speed.

The subway lights start flickering, intensifying the eerie atmosphere inside the train. Your vision, already impaired, struggled to follow every Ghostface amidst the flickering lights. It became nearly impossible for you to keep track of them, adding to the waves of anxiety that were rushing over you.

As the train came to a halt, the lights flickered into a steady glow, and a voice over the intercom announced your arrival at 79th Street. In a matter of seconds, as you glanced down the carriage, your gaze met that of one of the masked individuals. Your face fell. A sense of fear filled the air, your breath catching in your throat as both of you remained motionless, captivated by the piercing gaze of those intense black eyes.

As if they had never been there, your intense gaze was interrupted when they vanished behind someone getting on the train. You felt a sinking feeling in your stomach as you scanned the area, desperately searching for any sign of them, but your efforts proved futile. The others remained clueless about what you just saw as the train started to move again, the lights resuming their irritating flickering.

You pulled Tara closer to you as the carriage grew dim, the silhouettes of your friends becoming the only discernible shapes in the darkness. With a tender embrace, she places her hand on your back, tracing soothing circles that bring you a sense of calm. You locked your gaze on the floor as the cabin continued to flicker around you.

"This is 72nd Street", the announcer speaks monotonously, the train coming to a stop as you look up from the floor, noticing your girlfriend's concerned gaze directed towards you. Attempting to avoid her gaze, your sight lands back on the Ghostface from before, again staring daggers at you. You try to maintain an equally stern gaze, which you manage until they start moving towards you at pace.

"Guys", you quickly inform the others about the imminent danger. The atmosphere instantly tense up as all eyes fixate on the approaching figure. Tara and Chad both step forward to protect you. The Ghostface suddenly stops right in front of you, causing your friends to freeze in an effort to avoid giving away any reaction, just in case it's not the real killer.

Attacking a perfectly innocent person on a New York subway was the last thing you needed, especially with the rumours surrounding Sam.

With a sudden and effortless motion, the person in front of you removes their mask, making Chad flinch. Instead of those frightening black eyes, a teenage girl's soft brown eyes fixated on you, brimming with a curious intensity that seemed almost unhinged.

"Holy shit, your makeup is so good! I saw it from across the train, but, oh my god, it looks so much better up close. How did you do it?" she chirps out in excitement. You freeze, immediately recognising she is talking about your scar.

Your perfectly real scar.

You find yourself speechless, unable to form a response as the unexpected question catches you off guard. Without hesitation, the girl extends her hand towards your face, her fingers inching closer to your scarred face. Taken aback, you witness Chad's hand swiftly grasping the girl's wrist with a firm grip. The expression on the girl's face is filled with surprise, whilst Chad displays determination.

"Get away from her before I make you." Your eyebrows raise slightly at his words, your lips quirked into a small smile as you revelled in your friends' newfound sense of protectiveness.

It made you feel human again.

You softly thank Chad, who gives you a curt nod and a smile as your face lights up with a smile that hadn't adorned your lips for many days. Since Ghostface's return, your life has been completely turned upside down. Your friends began to turn against you as the blame game singled you out as its victim, tearing apart the very essence of your being.

However, at this moment, as you bear the marks of your past and the lasting impact it has had on you, a newfound determination surges through your veins as you observe the individuals surrounding you.

These were your people. Your family.

You were determined to go to any lengths to protect them, even if it meant sacrificing yourself for their sake.

With your hands still interlocked, you finally emerge from the sweaty train and lead the way up the stairs, closely followed by Tara and the others. You quicken your pace up the weathered stairs, your gaze searching for a blonde who had agreed to meet you here. A voice you recognise calls to you as you reach the peak of the staircase. "Hey," you hear her say, your eyes meeting Kirby's as you shift your gaze towards the woman.

As she approaches, she effortlessly inserts herself into the group, seamlessly blending in as you all make your way towards the theatre. "I've talked to Bailey. I've got everything set up," she explains before noticing the lack of numbers in the group. "Where are Mindy and Ethan?" she asks, her voice tinged with a mixture of worry and suspicion. Clenching your jaw slightly at the reminder of the people you left behind, Tara jumps in to respond, "They're five minutes behind us."

"Let's get you all inside.", Kirby speaks, nodding in response before she redirects her attention to the theatre, which is now just a few steps in front of you. As the dilapidated structure looms before you, its imposing presence casts a shadow over the group. Everyone's steps come to a halt as Sam directs her attention towards Danny. "Not you."

Turning towards them, you watch as shock comes over Danny's face, "What?" he says, his voice tinged with disbelief. "Don't trust anyone, remember?" Sam speaks softly yet assertively. "We don't know you. Not really.". His face contorted with hurt as he leaned towards Sam. "You know me," he said, trying to convince her to let him protect her.

"You're not Woodsboro. I'm sorry." Whilst you felt bad for Danny, despite knowing that Sam would never willingly let anyone protect her, the revelation that being part of Woodsboro meant you were trusted filled a small part in your heart that you weren't aware was missing.

Releasing Tara's hand, you gently wrap your arm around her shoulder, pulling her close as you watch the interaction. Unbeknownst to you, a small smile graces Tara's lips, a sign that she's starting to see the return of the girl she loves after the emotional and physical turmoil you've both endured over the past few days.

"It's okay. It's okay, I get it." Danny finally speaks up. "Be safe, okay?" he pleads Sam, leaning in and kissing her cheek tenderly while delicately caressing her arms. Sam's face reveals a hint of guilt as she replies, "You too." before swiftly turning around and continuing walking. The rest of you cast sympathetic glances at Danny before joining the girl on the way to the theatre.

"Good call."

As Kirby unlocks the doors with a reverberating clank, a surge of nervousness courses through you as the doors swing open, revealing the dimly lit theatre. With Tara clinging tightly to your side, a sense of unease washes over you as you cautiously enter the room, fully aware of the gravity of the situation. "I cleared the whole place before you got here. This is the only way in or out." Despite your best efforts to pay attention, Kirby's words seemed to go unnoticed as you surveyed the familiar surroundings, a sense of unease growing within you.

"So, this is the only way in or out. He steps in through the first door, both doors lock automatically, trapping him inside. We turn it into a kill box." Kirby continues to explain enthusiastically, clearly entertained by the fact that this is finally her chance to bring one of these psychos to justice. "Weapons?" Sam questions. "One gun and I hold onto it." Sam gives Kirby a disapproving look, but before she can say anything, Kirby interrupts her, "I'm the only one with a badge here. That's the way it's going to be. We're safe here."

As much as you want to believe what she says, this was Ghostface you were dealing with. Despite the lingering uncertainty, you made an honest attempt to maintain trust in the plan's success, not only for your own sake but also for the sake of the others, particularly Tara.

"I'm gonna check in with Mindy. See if they're close." Sam interrupts, breaking the suspenseful silence that had fallen amongst the group. As Sam walks away and Chad follows, Tara squeezes your hand for your attention. "Come with me?" "Of course", you reply softly. She guided you to the old confectionary stand, a room that had unexpectedly become an escape for the two of you, as it felt like the only safe spot in the entire building.

Besides, it was Tara. You would follow her wherever she went.

"When was the last time anybody used this place? It's so old," Tara comments as you walk through the door. Although not well-maintained, the room decor still manages to evoke a strange sense of comfort as you softly chuckle at her words. "Yeah," you respond softly as you both make your way to the counter, gently letting go of Tara's hand and resting your elbows on it.

As you spot an old box of Milk Duds across the counter, your hand instinctively reaches out to grab them, only for your hands to collide with the girls next to you. A faint blush tinges on your cheeks as her hand pulls back, causing a soft chuckle to escape your lips, "I-I'm sorry, you can have them". You apologise, holding the box towards her, a hint of nervousness evident as you gently bite your lower lip. She pushes your hand back towards you with a slight smirk. "Take them."

"No, I mean…" you stuttered, her touch sending a shiver down your spine as you savoured the rare moment alone you'd shared with her for a while. "If you want them, you have them," you eventually finish. "You think I want these?" she chuckles, prompting a shared embarrassed laughter between the two of you. Your eyes lock, smiles forming on your faces, entirely captivated by each other. "Kind of", you joke, raising your eyebrows at her. "They're like a hundred years old. Maybe that's your thing."

Your soft laughter trails off into a comfortable silence as you look down at your hands, your heart racing, but this time from a much more pleasant catalyst. "I really missed you. I don't know why I told you to back off." You smiled gently at her, tears starting to well in your eyes. "I was so stupid. This whole time, all I really needed was you."

The more she spoke, the more flustered you got. Instead of enjoying the sentiment, you couldn't help but let your mind destroy it.

You're different from the person she is talking about.

She fell in love with the girl whose face wasn't mutilated and would probably scare off young kids. Whilst Tara and your friends could look past it, understanding the trauma you had gone through, you would never be able to walk down the Street without being met with horrified gazes from every direction. And even though Tara would undoubtedly try to protect you from it, you were convinced that her efforts would be futile.

"I'm not the same anymore," you said dimly. Tara frowned at you, gently taking hold of your trembling hand. "What do you mean?" "I just... someone mistook me for a Halloween costume for fucks sake... I'm not the same, and I never will be." You speak, deliberately avoiding eye contact with your girlfriend, as if her reaction would confirm the truth behind your words.

She could never see you the same.

Instead, her delicate touch caressed your cheeks, mindful of your scar, as she tenderly lifted your gaze towards her. Your teary eyes met hers as she looked at you with a tender smile. "Y/n... scar or no scar, you are still the same girl I fell in love with. Nothing will ever take you away from me, especially a scar that makes you look pretty badass if you ask me." you chuckle at her words, a few stray tears escaping, which she gently wipes away.

"I love you," she says, her gaze locked with yours, ensuring her words reach you. "I love you too," you speak with a chuckle, leaning closer to her as she wraps her hands around your neck and draws you in. The moment your lips connect, it feels like heaven. The taste of her lips is a sweet revelation, and you plan to savour every moment. The room seems to blur as the outside world dissolves, leaving only the two of you. The warmth between you intensifies, and a current of desire courses through your veins. Sinking deeper into the kiss, you wrap your arms around her waist, squeezing her tightly as your lips begin to move.

As you tried to deepen the kiss, a sudden jolt of pain shot through your scar, causing you to pull back. Closing your eyes and taking a deep breath to suppress the pain, you eventually look towards your girlfriend apologetically as she looks at you worried. "Sorry," you chuckle lightly, "It's... still a little tender." You offer the girl a gentle smile as her hands glide down to your hips. "Don't say sorry. We'll just take it slow." Her seductive gaze locks with yours, setting your senses ablaze and causing a familiar blush to creep onto your cheeks. Briefly taking your bottom lip between your teeth, you lean in again. Nothing else mattered at this moment.

Or so you thought.

As your lips are seconds away from colliding, Tara's body is slammed into you as a scream erupts from her throat. Your eyes go wide in panic as you scream her name, only to see Ghostface standing behind her with a knife in her back. She is ripped from your grip as she is thrown to the ground. Although your instincts told you to help her, the masked individual who was now staring straight at you told you otherwise.

Without warning, their knife comes swinging towards you. Taking a swift step back, you barely dodge the blade as they go to swing again, their arm colliding with you. With a grunt, you harshly grip their arm before pulling them around you and throwing them into the wall. The shattering of glass from the poster frame intensifies the chilling encounter as another swing of the knife inches dangerously close to your face. Dodging the swing, you swiftly regained your footing and delivered a powerful punch to the psycho's face. As your fist made contact with their chin, they crumpled to the ground. As the cries of Tara echo in your ear, in a fit of anger, you direct your attention towards their fallen form and deliver a forceful kick to their stomach.

Frantically realising that there was little time they would be on the ground, you swiftly pivoted and rushed to your girlfriend's side, urgently helping her to her feet and guiding her towards the door. With a sudden burst, the door swings open, startling you as Sam and Chad's faces, filled with terror, appear on the other side, their expressions clearly reflecting the echoes of Tara's bone-chilling scream. They quickly notice your dire situation and urgently drag you from the room.

"Come on, go, go, go!" Sam screams as you run out of the room, and Chad slams the door behind you. "It's Kirby! She's the killer!" Sam yells at you, "No shit!" you scream back, desperate to get out of this place. Running towards the caged exit, you grip its rusted bars and pull at it desperately. "That's locked. Come on". Your face falls further, "Are we trapped?" you yell in disbelief. "She made the whole theatre the kill box. For us."

"Hey, what about that? There's an exit door." Tara directs everyone's attention to an opening on the roof, positioned just above a set of scaffolding. "Maybe it leads to the roof or something," you suggest, looking at your girlfriend, who nods in agreement. "There's only one way to find out. Let's go." Chad quickly takes the lead, leading the group towards your potential escape route.

"Bailey's on the way, but-" Sam's words are abruptly interrupted as Ghostface unexpectedly pounces on you from the shadows of the stage. Tara frantically tries to evade the swinging knife, ending up on the floor in an attempt to do so. Unfortunately, you are unable to do the same as the blade slices the side of your arm. You firmly grasp the wound on your arm as you clench your jaw in pain. You watch as the Ghostface continues to swing at Chad and Sam before Chad manages to tackle them onto the floor.

"Y/n! Come on." you hear your girlfriend exclaim, her voice filled with urgency, as you catch sight of her and Sam moving towards the stage. You swiftly move as Chad forcefully slams an old movie camera into their masked face, causing their head to snap back and hit the ground with a resounding thud.

Chad follows you with the camera in hand as you join the girls backstage, both of them looking around frantically for an exit. "This way! Come on!" Tara's voice echoes through the air as she swiftly dashes towards a small tunnel backstage. You eagerly trail behind her along the narrow path, acutely aware of the ominous footsteps of Ghostface closing in from behind. Until now, your lack of vision in one eye hadn't posed much of a problem. Yet, as you sprinted through the narrow pathway, you kept crashing into the walls while Chad struggled to guide you in the right direction.

As you cast a quick glance over your shoulder, a chilling realisation washes over you - Ghostface is steadily closing in. "Fuck, they're fast," you exclaimed, as Chad also realised their proximity. "Get fucked", he shouted as he made the quick decision to hurl the bulky camera at them, immediately slowing them down.

With the additional advantage, you all made it back into the confectionary area as Chad threw the popcorn machine behind you. They quickly push it out of the way as you all turn around to face them. With a slight tilt of their head, they launch a series of aggressive swings towards you and Chad.

The knife narrowly misses both of you as you attempt to position yourselves for some kind of counterattack. Swinging down at Chad, he manages to grab their arm as you grab their shoulders, throwing them back onto the counter. Sam and Tara swiftly seize their arms, desperately trying to subdue them, while you deliver a decisive blow to their face, sending them crashing to the ground once more. As they fall to the ground, Tara quickly runs up to them and boots them in the face.

You couldn't help but think how hot it was.

"Go! Go!" Chad exclaims, swiftly grabbing the old bubblegum dispenser from the counter. With a determined gaze, he raises it above his head, preparing to deliver a decisive blow to Ghostface. Tara and Sam guide you away from him, leading you towards the door, expecting him to join you momentarily.

His piercing screams quickly disrupt the plan, causing everyone to turn their heads in disbelief. Your jaws hang open in shock as you see another Ghostface standing beside him, clutching a knife pierced in his side. "No! Chad!" Tara screams, sending a shiver down your spine. With Sam holding her back, you watch in suspense as the two masked figures surround Chad and lift him up to his knees.

They absolutely butchered him.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you witnessed the relentless onslaught. You watched him get stabbed over and over and over again as if it was never going to end. You were frozen to your spot. He somehow mustered up the strength to tell you to run, but no one could move. "Go," he sputters out, his determination to save the rest of you clear. In a swift and chilling motion, the Ghostfaces allow his lifeless form to crumple to the ground. With synchronised precision, they wipe their blades clean, sending a shiver down your spine.

Finally getting over your shock, you immediately grabbed the two sisters and dragged them out of the door. "This way. Up here. Come on." Sam directs your pointless running as she tries to get you both backstage. Before you can make it, one of the Ghostfaces pounces from behind the screen. Instinctively turning around, you are stopped immediately as the second Ghostface traps you, waving their knife mockingly.

You're surrounded. Whipping your head back and forth, you watch as they both close in on you, the tension in the air palpable. Thinking quickly, Sam assesses the situation with a determined glint in her eyes. Without hesitation, she swiftly grabs some bricks from the debris-laden floor, handing one to you and another to Tara. In that instant, a silent understanding passes between you - do anything to survive.

As Sam moves the two of you so that you find yourselves back to back, forming an impromptu defensive triangle, the weight of the brick in your hand provides an unexpected but reassuring comfort. The cold surface of the brick grounds you, grounding your resolve as you prepare to face whatever unfolds.

"Ready?" Sam asks, and you swiftly reply, although Tara's distressed cries hinder her ability to respond, overwhelmed by panic and fear. "I need you to be ready. Ready?" With your free hand, you firmly grasp Tara's, offering a comforting squeeze while she inhales deeply. Her hesitation overwhelms Sam, prompting her to urge Tara to look at her. As Tara meets her gaze, a newfound determination fills her voice as she declares, "I'm ready."

"Come on motherfucker!"

Just as the fight was about to begin, the deafening echoes of gunshots reverberated through the vast theatre, prompting an instinctive duck for cover. The ominous figures of the two Ghostfaces hastily retreat into the shadows, leaving an unsettling silence shattered only by your heavy breathing. In the dimly lit ambience, a figure emerges from the stage, and a collective gasp escapes the group as the familiar face of Kirby comes into focus, blood streaming down from a fresh wound on her temple.

"It's okay!" Kirby's voice rings out, a desperate attempt to reassure, though her pained expression reveals the gravity of the situation. The vivid red streams on her face contrast with her pale complexion, creating a chilling scene that leaves everyone motionless.

"Stay the fuck back!" Sam's voice pierces the tension, laced with a mix of fear and anger, earning a confused glance from Kirby, disoriented yet resolute. "We know it's you, Kirby," Tara adds, her tone unwavering as Kirby hesitantly approaches the group. "One of them knocked me out," Kirby pleads, her expression changing to one of desperation. Her eyes are genuine, making you want to trust her more, but your trust issues weren't easy to overcome.

"Kirby, stop!" A deep voice slices through the air, redirecting attention to Bailey, who strides into the theatre with a drawn gun, his gaze fixed on Kirby. "Get away from the girls!". The urgency in Bailey's command prompts an instinctive protective response as you push Tara behind you, eyes fixed on the unfolding standoff.

"What are you doing?" Kirby pleads desperately, the air thick with accusation and uncertainty. "Did you kill Quinn!? Did you kill my daughter!?" Bailey's vengeful glare intensifies, scaring the shit out of you.

He clearly wasn't afraid to kill for his kids.

"Jesus Christ!" Kirby exclaims, her eyes darting between you and the detective in disbelief. With her focus back on you, she pleads again, "Whatever he's been saying to you, don't listen to him." The desperation in her gaze transforms into one of resolve as she turns back to the man threatening her. "He's probably the killer," she speaks assertively.

Your gaze remains fixed on Bailey, his expression unwavering even as the damning accusation hangs in the air. Suddenly, the figure of Ghostface appears behind Bailey, and Kirby's frantic scream fills the space, warning him of the imminent threat, "Behind you!" she screams. Disregarding her desperate plea, Bailey swiftly pivots and unleashes three deafening gunshots that pierce through the air, each shot finding its mark, striking Kirby in the chest, and causing her to crumple to the ground.

The aftermath is a haunting symphony of laboured breaths and the lingering echoes of her cries. As your focus shifts back to the killers, you watch in horror as two Ghostfaces stand alongside Bailey, their presence casting a sinister pall over the unfolding chaos. The dim lighting accentuates their ominous figures, while Bailey, wearing a sadistic smirk, reveals himself as an orchestrator of this grim spectacle.

"Great job. Both of you."

"You?"

A palpable tension filled the air in the dimly lit theatre, engulfing you as the truth unravelled right before your eyes. "Yeah, of course me." Bailey teases with a smirk growing on his lips, "Frankly, I expected more from you two after what you did to us."

"What do you mean 'us'?" Tara questioned hesitantly. Bailey's smirk grew into an insufferable smile as he looked to his left, where one of his accomplices was moving to remove the mask. Your heart pounds inside your chest as the white face and black fabric are torn away, revealing your friend's face.

Ethan.

The seemingly unassuming roommate revealed himself with a sinister grin. "Ta-da!" Bailey laughs, finding the shock on all of your faces amusing. The sick look on Ethan's face made you want to puke, the revelation that someone you considered a friend had been out to kill you all along.

The feeling made Woodsboro feel like nothing. The two killers were Sam's boyfriend, whom you had hardly met and someone who you hated from the beginning.

It was nothing compared to seeing the real side of your friend.

With a smirk plastered on his lips, he begins to taunt you about how unsafe you were the whole time, "Mindy was right; it was easy to juke the roommate lottery. All I had to do to meet you was room with a conceited, condescending alpha, literally named Chad. Fuck it felt good to kill him.". You felt a surge of anger coursing through you as he spoke, causing your jaw to clench and your grip to tighten around the brick in your hand.

The idea of Ethan pretending to be his friend for months, only to have been plotting his demise the whole time without any hint of remorse, ignited an unbearable anger inside you.

"This one was your grandmother's Sam. Nancy Loomis?" Ethan smiles at Sam, pointing to his mask with his bloodied knife. "Really runs in your fucking family, doesn't it? And speaking of family, my name isn't Ethan Landry, is it, Dad?"

"Dad?" Tara speaks for the rest of you, your faces growing more shocked. As the shock washes over you, your focus shifts to the second masked figure who still stands menacingly staring directly at you.

"But, if you're Ethan, that just leaves… Mindy?" Sam breathes out in disbelief. Your expression twisted in confusion as you looked back at the memories of how much Mindy had loved Anika. It seemed impossible, yet who else could it be?

Shock filled the room as Quinn removed her mask, leaving you all in stunned silence. "Hey, Roomies. Didn't see that one coming, did you?"

"But you died?" Tara spoke, a hint of anger behind her voice. "Yeah, kinda didn't, though." Quinn quipped mockingly, "It was a good way to get off the suspect list, stab Gale Weathers, stab Mindy on the train, that sort of thing."

Bailey's proud smile made you feel sick as his proud eyes bore into yours, "I made sure I was first on the scene so I could switch her body out with a fresh one. You'd be surprised with what a grieving father can get away with."

Your anger was starting to burst at your seams, being played for fools and having someone come back from the dead to kill your friends, pulling very tight on your last nerve.

"I got Stu Macher's mask. He was my favourite.". You rolled your eyes at her giddy proclamation. Of course, he was.

Bailey, clearly the leader of this psychotic trio, took slow and calculated steps towards Sam. "Number three and number two. Which just leaves…" Pulling out the most weathered mask from his jacket, he holds it out towards Sam, his eyes menacing. "I'm gonna need you to put it on."

Sam stands tall and looks back at the man with a matching expression, slapping the mask out of his hand as you watch his jaw clench in anger. Ethan is quick to react and slashes his knife towards the girl, slicing through her upper arm with a hiss.

You are quick to catch Sam as she falls back into you. She quickly recovers as she grasps her arm, now dripping with a familiar crimson liquid. Bailey's two minions begin to move around you, circling you as your anger finally comes spewing out of you; you step in front of Sam with rage filling your eyes. "You did all this as a family?" you yell at them incredulously. "Hell yeah, bitch! Sam should know why better than anyone!"

You immediately knew they were talking about Billy, yet the true origin of their motive still escaped you. What family had Sam ever hurt for them to hate her so much to go on a murderous rampage?

"They still haven't figured it out. Maybe we overestimated them." Ethan mocked as the confusion was clearly evident on your faces. Sam was the most confused of all, knowing that she had never done anything wrong. "I don't know what you believe, but I didn't commit the murders in Woodsboro…"

Bailey's laugh fills the theatre, slightly offended that Sam would think that they would believe some stupid internet rumour. Instead, he reveals that it was, in fact, Quinn who had started the malicious rumours, making life in New York for Sam absolute hell.

Each time you think the betrayal couldn't run any deeper, they manage to beat themselves yet again.

"You're a killer, just like your father was.". "I'm not…". "Yes, you are, you motherfucker! You killed our brother!". The gears could finally tick inside your heads as you looked between each other in an attempt to connect the dots. As far as you were aware, the only person Sam had ever 'killed' was… Richie.

Oh shit.

"You're Richie's family?" The realisation also struck Sam as her face sank. "Ding-ding-ding, now she's finally getting it." You shook your head in disbelief. A family seeking revenge for their dead son, okay, sure. Seeking revenge for a murderous psycho by killing his victims who had killed him out of self-defence? Too far.

Yet clearly, nothing was too far for this family, as Ethan revealed the sickening detail that they had killed their own mother because she had refused to avenge Richie. You knew all Ghostfaces were, on some level, psychotic, but this was getting insane.

"Great job with the parenting…" Tara quipped at Bailey, her words bringing the tiniest of smiles to your lips, her sarcasm never failing to entertain you, even if it's whilst you are surrounded by killers.

"You shut your whore mouth!" Quinn screamed at the girl, your jaw clenching at the insult as you looked at her, infuriated. The temptation to throw the brick in your hand at her face almost overcame you until you felt a gentle hand on your wrist.

"I loved my son. So I helped him build this collection." You shifted your gaze towards the older man as he looked amongst the exhibitions with a reminiscent smile. "All of this is Richies?"

The more you seemingly find out about Richie, the more Sam's expression seems to fall. The guilt she had felt after Woodsboro was reborn as her ignorance about her then-boyfriend increased tenfold.

Knowing that this was all Richie's made the space somehow more bone-chilling than before. As your eyes scanned the numerous exhibits, filled with items that belonged in an evidence box somewhere, a part of you pangs with guilt for the other siblings who were clearly the least favourite.

"This is where you have to die." Your attention is brought back to him as he redraws his gun and points it directly at Sam. Instinctively grabbing for Tara's hand, you spare Sam a quick glance, noticing her expression shift as she tilted her head at the man.

Oh, he was fucked.

"He was pathetic, you know?". You watched the deadpan expression on Bailey's face break. "That's not true…" he shook his head. "He was a man-baby who made his girlfriend do almost all the killing." You had to hold back your smile as you watched his facade breakdown. "He was a strong, virile young man!" "He was a weak little bitch who cried before I cut his fucking throat."

As the words leave Sam's mouth, Quinn lunges towards the three of you with a bloodcurdling scream. She is quickly and effortlessly stopped as Tara clocks her in the face with her brick. With teeth and blood flying out of her mouth, she falls to the floor.

A sign that their moment is finally over, your senses are heightened as Act 3 appears to finally kick off. Before you can make any moves, gunshots ring out from behind you as you turn to see Kirby apparently coming back from the dead.

Her resurgence doesn't last long as Ethan quickly rushes towards her with his knife ready in his hand. You're quick to follow the boy as he reaches Kirby and stabs her in the stomach. Finally reaching them as Kirby falls to the ground in pain, you run straight into Ethan, throwing him into the ground. He quickly gets back up and runs away with a maniacal laugh as you shift your focus back to Kirby.

Noticing the knife still sticking out of her stomach, you look at her with a grimace as you realise it's the only way you're gonna get a weapon anytime soon. "Sorry, but I need this." She gives you a small nod as she squeezes her eyes shut.

Gripping onto the handle, you pull the knife out swiftly in an attempt to minimise her pain. She howls in pain, and her hand grips on your arm, her nails digging into your skin as the wave of pain washes over her. Finally relaxing, she opens her eyes back up and looks at you with a tiny smile.

"Fuck 'em up."

As you stand up, you see Ethan reappear from behind a wall, his eyes set on you. Turning towards him, he begins to charge towards you with a sick grin still plastered on his face. "What are you gonna do, scar-face…" he calls out mockingly as he closes in.

That made you snap.

With a new vigour burning inside of you, you lunge towards him as you pull the knife above your head. With a loud grunt, you drive the knife down into his chest. His smile finally washes over his face as he looks at you surprised. Ignoring it, you continue to pump your knife in and out of his chest as if he were a piece of meat, his blood splattering all over you, but you couldn't care less.

Out of breath, you push his limp body off of you as he keels down with blood sputtering out of his mouth. Standing still, you look at his blood-covered body with laboured breathing. Noticing he is still alive, you move to stab him again until you hear your girlfriend's voice from behind you.

"Y/n!" she calls, your head instantly turning in her direction as you notice her beginning to climb the scaffolding behind her sister. Taking your chance, you quickly run towards them, weaving in and out of the display cases before you reach the base of the scaffolding.

Looking for a place to hold your knife, you settle on wiping it off on your shirt, adding to the mural of crimson colours, before placing the knife between your teeth.

As you begin climbing, the gash in your arm aches as new blood begins to flow from the wound. Biting painfully onto the knife, you continue your ascent as you see Tara at the top, reaching her hand down to you. Hearing noise behind you, you turn your head as you watch Bailey and Ethan begin to circle you like sharks, smelling your blood.

With a final grunt, you reach the top and grab Tara's hand as she helps pull you towards the balcony. Watching the two sisters scale across it in front of you, you take the time to try and settle your breathing, which is easier said than done when you're clutching a knife between your teeth.

Moving to follow them, you take the knife out of your mouth and carefully hand it to Tara. Climbing carefully along the railing, you are seconds from making it to safety with the others before another shot rings through the air.

A burning sensation instantly erupts in your leg as you lose your balance and fall backwards. Screaming your name, Sam and Tara barely manage to catch you as your hands barely grip the slippery railing.

Peering over your shoulder, you watch as Bailey moves towards a set of stairs and Ethan moves to stand directly underneath you. "Shit. Not good," you whisper to yourself as your gaze returns to the sisters' terrified looks.

With your injured arm weakening by the second, a noise from the balcony catches your attention as Quinn appears behind Sam, brandishing a bloodied knife in her hand. As Quinn moves towards her, she is forced to let go of your arm, and she turns to face her.

With Ethan taunting you from below and Quinn and Bailey closing in on the girls, you overcome your panic and realise it's your life or theirs.

"Tara, let me go". Your words cause the girl to look at you in shock. “No, I-” “Tara! Let me go.”. Your grip continues to slip as she looks at you as if you have lost your mind.

"Tara… Please." you give her a small smile as she looks at you with tears in her eyes. You watch as her lips begin to quiver, and you feel her grip loosen. Giving her a nod, she finally lets go of your wrists, causing you to plummet down from the balcony.

Turning your attention to the killer below you, you land with a loud bang, and your injured leg collapses beneath you. In an instant, Ethan is plunging his knife into your stomach, a meek whine escaping your lips as you bend over his arm. Twisting his knife inside of you, your loud cru echoes through the theatre as tears threaten your eyes.

Finally, bringing your head up to look at the boy, his smile sent a shiver down your spine as your breathing became more and more laboured. Just as you thought your time was coming to an end, another figure comes falling down from above you.

It was Tara.

Before you can say anything, she lands on her feet with a knife in her hand. Catching Ethan off-guard, she grips his hair and rips his head back. Looking at her with his mouth open, she lifts up her knife and plunges it into the back of his throat. You can hear him gargling on his own blood as she twists the knife, blood splattering on her face.

"Now die a fucking virgin."

Pushing him so that he falls to the ground with a thud, Tara quickly averts her attention back to you, who, to her surprise, was wearing a smirk on her lips. "That was really hot." you chuckled in pain as she kneeled down next to you, noticing the knife was still in your abdomen.

"Shut up," she said before moving to lie you down. Knowing she was about to pull it out, you exhaled shakily before nodding at her, and just like you did Kirby, she pulled the knife out quickly, earning a pained groan from you, before immediately applying pressure to your wound.

Gently removing her hand from your stomach, you move to sit up and attempt to ignore how her hand is now stained with your blood. Making into an upright position, you look at Tara, who is scanning you for any other wounds, whilst you watch her face with a tender gaze.

The bang of a gunshot, followed by the thud of a body that vibrated the creaky floors above your head, brought you both back to the situation you were in. "Help me up," you say quickly, urgently trying to get up and help Sam, presuming it wasn't her body that you heard fall.

As Tara wrapped her arm around your waist gently, she pulled you to your feet; the faint sound of Sam's voice talking to someone calms your nerves. The throbbing from your bullet and stab wound was a rude awakening as to the shape you were in, not to mention the blood that covered almost every inch of your body.

Before the two of you could move towards the stairs, the sound of screaming rang through the theatre as you both looked up. Your jaw dropped. Bailey and Sam came flying over the railing before plummeting into the displays beneath them. As the glass shattered beneath them, you were quick to notice their lack of movement.

Pulling Tara off of you, you pushed her towards her sister. Running to her side, you hobbled as fast as you could towards them. Thankfully, Tara had managed to shake her awake by the time you got there. As she helped Sam to her feet, you sighed in relief as you looked over at a still motionless Bailey.

As the sisters check over each other, your sights remain on the unconscious killer in front of you. "What are we gonna do about him?" you ask, nodding your head in his direction.

You watch as the gears turn in Sam's head, weighing the options between ending it now and letting him die somewhat peacefully or giving him a taste of his own medicine.

She chose the latter.

Hidden behind the curtains on the side of the stage, you watched Bailey through a small slit, waiting for him to move in order to signal Sam that your plan was in action.

It was simple, really. Make him go crazy, and then you kill him.

After a few minutes, Bailey finally began to stir as he moved to sit up. You quickly poked your head around the corner into the hidden hallway, where Sam was standing in her father's costume; you gave her a nod before she pulled a phone out of her pocket and pulled it to her ear.

The sound of Bailey's phone ringing echoed through the now disturbingly quiet theatre. Repositioning yourself so that you can see him, you watch as he rapidly looks around him before standing and bringing his phone to his ear.

You can't hear what Sam is saying to him, but you watch him make his way to the stage as planned. "Oh yeah, what's that?" his voice grows louder as he finally appears on the stage.

Now, the fun part.

As planned, from your place on the ground, you reached your uninjured leg out and kicked a floorboard. Before you could even retract your leg, Bailey snapped towards the noise and fired two precise shots into the heads of the mannequins that lined the stage.

"You put on your true face, huh? Your birthright. Poetic that you're going to die in it…" Exhaling quietly as he spoke, you moved to a spot against a wall where you could relax your weakening body for a minute as Tara played her part.

A noise sounded from the other side of the stage. Closing your eyes as you leaned your head back onto the wall, you listened as Bailey once again flinched and fired his gun, this time the sound of shattering glass filling the stage.

"You know the truth now. Murder's in your blood."

It was your turn again. As quietly as you could in your state, you reached your arm over to the brick that Sam had given you. Picking it up, with the strength left in your arms, you threw it into the back corner of the stage, away from you.

The sound of Bailey's gun firing once again filled the air as he screamed frustratedly, "Stop fucking around and show yourself!". Knowing that it was Sam's turn, you quietly crawled towards the curtain, pulling it aside slightly so that you could peer through.

"I'm a fucking police officer! What are you gonna do, huh? Who do you think they're gonna believe?" he screams once again. A faint smile lands on your lips as you watch Sam appears behind him, wearing the mask and all. Before he even notices her presence, she quickly spins him around before, as you would put it, stabbing the shit out of him.

As crazy as it sounded to say, the sound of his screams was like music to your ears. His family had singlehandedly taken everything from you, so watching him suffer was like heaven to you.

Spotting Tara appear from behind her hiding spot and walking towards Sam, you decided to do the same. With a groan and the help of a wall, you pulled yourself to your feet before weakly hobbling out from your place behind the curtains.

As Sam finally stops stabbing him, and he pleads for his life, you watch with a mixture of admiration and concern, confused as to why she is giving him any chance to live.

She didn't entertain it for long.

"But you did fuck with my family, so…". You watch with wide eyes as Sam gruesomely stabs him straight in his eye, the blade clearly reaching his brain as he falls to the ground, twitching.

"Aw, now we're matching." you joke, earning a laugh from the girls as you look at the mutilated body of the once detective who now also had only one functional eye - had he been alive, that is.

"Let's get out of here," Tara says softly as she grasps your hand with hers. Her touch never fails to make you giddy, but something was off this time. As she tried to pull you towards the stairs off the stage, your head began to spin uncontrollably as a wave of nausea hit you like a truck.

Your legs collapse underneath you as Tara catches you, her face ridden with worry. "Y/n?!? Hey, you're okay, just breathe.". Your vision was fading in and out of a blur as the feeling of your limbs began to escape you. Sam kneels down on the other side of you, matching Tara's expression, as you try to nod to Tara's words.

"Yeah… I just… need a little break." Your eyes begin to flutter shut as you try your best to keep them open. "Keep your eyes open for me, okay," Tara speaks as calmly as she can as she notices the blood beginning to spill from your wounds again.

“Yeah… of course…”

Opening your eyes slowly, you groan softly as the bright light hanging above you stings your eyes. Carefully rubbing your eyes, still careful of your scar, you move to sit up slightly, noticing you are in an empty hospital room. Confusion washes over you, as last you remember, you were on a bloodied stage, and yet here you were.

Doing your best with your aching limbs, you move a pillow behind your back in order to give you a better view of your new environment, admittedly much nicer than your previous one.

Scanning the room, you notice the small TV in the corner of the room is playing The Babadook. You know you didn't put it on, so someone must be here, and it's not particularly hard to figure out who it must be.

With your attention focused on the screen, you fail to notice when Tara walks in the door with a bag of chips in her hand. As she notices your moving figure, a loud gasp escapes her lips. She drops everything in her hands to cover her mouth, her eyes immediately watering.

The sound makes you immediately turn to her, a smile growing on your lips as your eyes meet hers. As the fact that you are awake and alive sinks in, she runs over to the side of your bed and brings her hands up to your face.

Gently cupping your cheeks, her teary eyes look into yours as your hands gently grip her wrists. "Hi," you chuckle softly, the wave of relief finally hitting you. "Hi," she chuckles back even softer, her eyes scanning every detail of your face.

"Is everyone okay?" you ask with furrowed brows as she nods enthusiastically in response. "Yeah, yeah, we're all fine.". The sigh that escapes your lips rids your mending body stress, all of it melting away as soon as you know you have all made it.

Your eyes return to Tara's as she whispers softly, "I can't believe you're alive.". You smile sincerely at her words. "I'm not going anywhere." At your words, she lets go of your face and climbs onto your bed. Your eyes were filled with curiosity. You watch as she wraps her arms around your neck and buries her head in your shoulder.

Instantly reciprocating, you wrap your arms around her waist and hug her with all the strength you can muster. You can feel her tears falling onto your bare shoulder, entangling one of your hands in her hair as you gently play with her hair.

"We made it, Tara. We made it."

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[taeraeszn]

im BEGGINGGGG for some domestic fluff with matthew. i feel there hasn’t been enough authors on here appreciating him on here!! 💗💗

true love - seok matthew

characters: matthew x gn!reader

description: you and matthew spend a day off together in your apartment

genre: pure fluff with the smallest hint of suggestiveness lol

word count: 981 words

warnings: food and hint of suggestiveness (kissing/making out) but lmk if there's more :) maybe some word errors sorry!!

a/n: hi anon ty for requesting <3 i honestly agree bc i barely see matthew posts on there and he deserves way more!!

this is probably the most suggestive thing i've ever written (ik im breaking my own rules) so expect more woohyun than matthew

also this is written with the idea that you and matthew have been together for a long time and finally live together! so enjoy bc i'm hella delulu for him LMAO

"love?" you faintly heard matthew say. you groaned as you woke up from your sleep. just as your eyes slightly opened, they shut right away as the sun rays hit them.

"hmm?" you mumbled, trying to go back to dreamland. he softly shook you while also wrapping his arms around your body.

"it's almost ten and we haven't gotten out of bed yet." he informed you. wait ten? you rose up from your comfortable position to see your boyfriend matthew laying next to you with a bright smile on his face.

he ran his hand through your hair, "wait it's ten already?" you asked. from looking outside your wide window, you already noticed people walking down the street as well as cars zooming by. but neither of you had work today so this was simply a day to relax.

"yup and we need to get up. i let you sleep for longer today but it's already going to be ten o'clock. plus, i want to eat your pancakes."

you playfully rolled your eyes at the last part of his sentence, "fine."

matthew giggled, "and good morning to you too."

"but you make them better." he grinned then somehow got even closer to you than he was just a second ago.

with that he pressed his lips against yours. you rested your hand on his chest as he put his on your cheek. his chaste kisses melted you as you kissed back.

he continued as he ran his hands around your body along with you running yours on his abs (who else died). matthew turned his head to the left to change his position.

you moved your hands to wrap around his shoulders but as just things were about to get heated he pulled away but not without kissing you once more.

"i love you." he stated, pressing his forehead against yours. you chuckled then kissed his nose.

"i love you too."

you finally got out of bed and went to prep yourself in the morning by washing your face and brushing your teeth, as well as doing some basic skincare to get your skin glowing.

"love?" you heard behind you, turning around you saw matthew right behind you. "i'm going to shower now."

"okay i'll make the pancakes." you grinned only for matthew to pout.

"that wasn't the answer i was hoping for." but nonetheless, he hopped into the shower which left you then alone in the kitchen.

the pancake mix began to sizzle on the pan as you poured the liquid onto it. mornings like this were always the best.

matthew was the one who asked if you wanted to live together and you obviously said yes to it. a year had already passed since you two began living together and it's safe to say that you've been more happier than ever being able to wake up next to the love of your life.

but you two had been dating for what felt like a decade. you met in university and it was love at first sight. matthew was persistent on getting your number and always found a way to get you to talk with him, and luckily it worked!

since then you haven't looked back which led you to where you are now. matthew moved out of the zerobaseone dorm to live with you which had the members jokingly ridiculing him for being in love. but they were also close with you as you visited the dorms plenty of times before.

midst in your train of thoughts, you felt a pair of hands from behind wrap themselves around you.

"that smells amazing." he said.

"you always say that." you replied, matthew went to open the curtains in the living room giving more light for the apartment.

"because it's true." he popped himself down on the couch to turn on the tv and play the k-drama you two recently left on.

with the pancakes finally done, you plated them and poured syrup on them along with a few blueberries sitting at the top. though you preferred sitting at the dining table, you followed your boyfriend and went to go sit on the couch with him.

you handed him his plate to which he smiled and kissed you on the forehead, "thank you love."

your cheeks began heating up as you managed to reply, "your welcome."

each time you heard him say 'love', you felt yourself turn numb. that word definitely had an effect on you and matthew knew it since he keeps using it to get a reaction from you.

as you dug into the food, you sat there while cuddling each other, tuning into the drama playing. so far there wasn't much tension between the two actors but he insisted this was a good drama since taerae recommended it to him.

"so any plans for today?" you asked. he shrugged but moved his head to rest on your shoulder.

"hmm, i'm thinking of going on a walk, if you want."

"that sounds good." you nodded.

"but most of all i just want to spend time with you today. y'know we finally got a day off like you had been wanting."

he wasn't wrong, you were waiting for a day where matthew can just rest at home and spend time with you. it was rare that he got days like this since he was almost always stuck at the wakeone building.

"and i'm glad."

"me too love."

thereafter, you sat in the peaceful silence watching tv. even though he would return to his busy idol life tomorrow, you wanted time to stop and to sit with matthew all day.

you didn't take being with matthew for granted and were so thankful you agreed to living with him. nothing is better than this. maybe soon you could spend the rest of your life with him but the present was already perfect.

[totallynoteggos]

lol hey this is just a vent post abt my life rn I don’t really expect any on u to read this

Tw if you do read this: talk of Anxiety, ppl not understanding neurological limitations, talk of vauge self exit and SH (its very minor) overall vent post shit

Sorry u have to see me in such a shifty mental state but I need to get this off my chest before I resort to violence

Once again, not KND stuff this is a Vent Post

I’m not neurotypical by any means I'm on some spectrum but all we know so far is that I have OCD and Anxiety. Also I'm going into the 9th grade which that In of itself is a stressful situation but in the last four years I've never stayed in the same school so seeing the same people is hella new to me. I have this really bad habit of going no contact with people after the school year is over because I usually never see them again. My mom can't seem to understand that there are simply things I can't do because of the anxiety & OCD (and I'm not using this as a reason to act out or defy her) abt 2 weeks ago we went to get food, now usually I order my food to make sure I get what I like and not have a mixup. And pls notice this was after a week long “vacation” that ended up being stressful and draining. But anyways there was a mixup and I ended up with a burger with all toppings instead of plain, which caused me to panic because I was hungry and stressed before already. And instead of trying to accommodate she stood firm in her beliefs that I need to get over it and just eat the damn burger. And I heavily insisted on not eating it and eating the fries instead. After a argument (and at the instance of my grandma) she bought me another burger and while in line I told her outright that there are some things that I physically can't do or else they send me into a panic. She that said that she “gets that” but I don't have to act out In front of my grandma which she idolized. And now like I said with the whole start of school she's saying “it wont be your best years if you don't let it be your best years” but I don't think she understands that I don't know how to do that. I've moved around a lot and I've been made fun of a lot due to my interests, hobbies and simply just to be the clown. Most of the people I befriend end up getting annoyed or just keep me around until I say something that doesn't make me the dumb and “quirky” one. And like I said I suck at keeping contact and now everyone still has their old friend groups and mine just see me as a joke or weirdo now. Its stressing me out so much and its only been two days, hell yesterday I would have thrown up from the stress but because I was so stressed I didn't eat shit so I didn't throw up. School stresses me out so much it's unimaginable, its the people, the sounds, the halls, the fact that people won't leave you alone, someone always talking or screaming, just please shut the fuck up so I can learn and be out of here. And god its so fucking hard not feeling what everyone else around you feels. My moms getting upset at me for not wanting to go on the busses when I have gone on one and it left 20 fucking minutes from my house cus the lady was screaming and I got scared as was about to cry. And now she wants me to try again with kids I don't fucking know who some how don't know personal space or manners. And back to the emotions things, why the fuck don't I feel the same as them, god I feel so fucking robotic compared to my mother and everybody else but they also make me feel like a god damned mutt. On one hand they think it's weird that I don't want to talk or to Interact but somehow don't realize that it's their fault I don't want to, and on the other hand whenever I'm upset or angry and actually show it its MY fault. Because apparently since I'm the youngest of my family im supposed to have the personality of pinkie pie and I have no problems. And because I'm quiet, friendly or just shy and I'm supposed to control my emotions because I'm a “young lady”. I've tried talking to my mom about home school because my school has that as a option but she says that I can't hide when she's been doing that too. Sometimes I feel like she cares more for the happiness of those she wants to impress rather than that of her family. But god if all of life feels like this then count me out cus its too much to be alive right now. I think ima take a shot or three of night quill and hopefully sleep until ITs to late to go to school

Goodnight

[vaultscavver]

wasteland, baby!

falloutober2023 day six: MONUMENT (5.2k // eventual nora x hancock x maccready)

a/n: so october is over :( happy november!! i'll still write all the amazing @falloutober prompts just for funsies bc i like the prompts and also im really sad that i didn't get the time to write last month. also i wrote this in the middle of the night on my phone after i woke up weirdly inspired for a kind of gory, creepy chapter with hella angst so tw for mentions of blood, panic attacks, puking, drug usage, feral chomp chomps, nora's sad memories overlapping her horniness for hancock, and uhhh rlly long paragraphs sorry

synopsis — med-tek research is a maze of ferals and dead-ends, but this crew of stubborn miscreants are determined to find the cure maccready needs. days go by in those hallowed walls; what’s the price for saving a life?

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Nora clawed at her gasmask, choking on her own sobs as she suffocated. The ventilation system was clogged, preventing her from getting any air in. Her hood was already torn off, thrown to the ground with her jacket – funny, she had tightened the straps of her mask as much as possible, thinking it would save her life, not kill her quicker.

Bodies laid sprawled around her, the blood and goo of half-decayed ferals clinging to every inch of her body, her gloves slick with it and her boots sliding in it. Her mask stuffed with feral guts. Every inhale was rotten, every gasp putrid.

Her knees hit the floor with a crack. Unable to get the mask off, Nora began to hyperventilate, tugging uselessly at the straps, her own modulated gasps filling the air, the sounds of machinery overlapping her cries.

Distantly, she heard the uneven footsteps of more ferals running along the aluminum floors and wondered if they were coming to finish her off. Gunshots rang through the air, far from her ��� too far.

Nora had fallen; she didn’t know how far, but she had fallen through broken floorboards and had landed right on top of a glowing feral and its friends. They had attacked instinctively. She had barely survived the fight.

“Nora?!” Someone shouted, too far away.

She struggled to respond, barely managing to whimper as she tugged on her mask, tugging, tugging, tugging – she couldn’t speak, couldn’t breathe, the damn mask wouldn’t come off –

In an instant, it was like the world was clear again.

Heaving, Nora fell to her hands and knees, inhaling her first breath of unfiltered air in weeks.

Then, she promptly turned and vomited.

Hands were on her back, her neck, scooping her short hair out of the way and rubbing her shoulders in soothing circles as she gagged and coughed, blinking hot tears out of her eyes. Breathing raggedly, Nora only managed to keep upright thanks to those hands, which held her gently as she trembled, jitters taking over as she panted, gasping for air.

Squeezing her eyes shut, Nora breathed in square rotations, trying to come to her senses. Those gentle hands moved her to sit on the ground, away from the ferals and puke, propping her up against the metal walls and peeling her gloves off, dropping them on the floor with her coat.

“Nora?” A deep, guttural voice asked so tentatively, so carefully.

In front of her, looking worried and a little lost, Hancock knelt, his red frock coat splattered with blood and feral gore.

Her mask dangled from his fingertips. The straps were frayed like they’d been sawed off. In his other hand was a switchblade.

Oh.

“Thanks.” She managed to grind the word out, her voice thick and uneven, sounding strange to her own ears without the modulator making her sound like a robot.

Hancock didn’t respond. He was so uncharacteristically quiet, not even sparing her one of his trademark smiles as he dropped the mask and stowed his knife, digging through the endless pockets of his coat.

An inhaler appeared in his hand, extended towards her.

Nora just stared at it, feeling a million miles away. She’d seen him use it before — what had he called it? Jet?

She’d never used an inhaler before, though she knew the mechanics of it. There were a lot of so-called chems to be found in post-apocalyptic Boston, but she hadn’t touched any of them (except when MacCready stabbed her with what he called a stimpack, but that hardly counted) and she certainly wasn’t brave enough to try Jet on her own when she didn’t know what it was supposed to do.

But… she was desperate. And she certainly wasn’t alone now.

Her stomach roiled as she reached for the inhaler with shaking hands, feeling like the entire world was twisting and she didn’t get the memo.

Trembling, Nora almost dropped the plastic. Hancock carefully put a hand around hers and brought the inhaler to her lips, his other hand cupping the back of her head to hold her in place as he slowly pushed the canister for her. The metering valve was sent into the actuator with a click, followed by the hiss of aerosol.

“Breathe in and hold,” Hancock instructed in that growl of a voice.

It tasted like shit. Literally, the aerosol tasted like actual shit. Still, Nora did as she was told, holding her breath until he gestured for her to exhale, lowering the inhaler.

And then she felt very, very cold.

The Jet worked almost immediately — the world moved in slow motion as a billow of white smoke swirled from Nora’s lips. Light filtered through the particles of dust hanging in the air, the room bathed in a green glow thanks to the radioactive ferals accompanied by Nora’s Pip-Boy screen, the brightness turned all the way up to work like a flashlight, so she could actually see the zombie-like feral ghouls she had nearly been killed by.

MacCready had been very stern that they were not zombies, they were ferals; ghouls that had gone feral with irradiation, madness taking over what was left of their mushy brains. They didn’t attack because they were violent creatures or because they wanted to eat people. They attacked because it was all that was left of their survival instinct. They were human, once, then ghoul, and had simply gone feral. Sometimes, people went from human to feral in a matter of minutes, if the radiation was potent enough. Sometimes they stayed ghoulified for hundreds of years – MacCready had told her that there were still ghouls from before the bombs; people that had never gone feral, who had survived for two centuries in the wastes. Nora didn’t know which fate was worse.

Wondering how long it would take herself, a pre-war vault dweller with minimal exposure to radioactivity, to go feral, Nora felt the Jet start to ease off as quickly as it came on, and her mind flooded with everything she’d been trying not to over think about.

They were in some lower level of Med-Tek. MacCready wasn’t kidding about the ferals being no easy task, but he hadn’t known just how large the building was. His old buddy had barely breached the entrance. The cure, the medicine Duncan needed, could’ve been anywhere — even with the help of their comrades, it had taken more than a day to get through the patient quarters and into the basement, where Nora hoped all the still-processing medications would be stored.

If her worst fears came true, both Nora and MacCready could end up childless. She doubted she’d ever see her son again, with how many times she’d utterly failed in hunting down his kidnapper. Seeing her closest friend go through that as well… They had to find this cure. They had to save Duncan, no matter the cost, no matter how long it took.

“You still with us?” Hancock asked, and as Nora’s focus returned to him, she realized that he was holding her jaw, his rough fingertips pressed firmly against her pulse point, feeling her heart race.

“Whatever that was,” Nora answered, her tongue feeling heavy in her mouth, “I want seven.”

Cracking a grin, the ghoulish mayor slid his hand down her cheek until he held her chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Good news, I have more. Bad news, I’ve seen your face and I’m a changed man. Nothin’ is gonna be the same for me here on out. Shame on you.”

She rolled her eyes with a scoff. “You also saw me puke my guts out, so take your pickin’ of shame.”

Giving a short laugh, Hancock dug around in his red coat again, depositing his Jet and procuring a silvery flask, which he uncorked and held out for her. “And here I thought you were hiding some kind of wicked scar. Lemme guess, you didn’t want your pretty face getting mucked up?”

“Something like that.” The whiskey burned its way down her throat until the flask was empty and Nora finally felt warm again. She hadn’t liked whiskey in her old life.

Handing the flask back to the ghoul, she tried to stand, stumbling twice. Hancock helped her up and kept a grasp on her shoulders as she swayed, feeling dizzy and too loose, too relaxed.

“Give it a few minutes.” He muttered, gently rubbing a hand up and down her shoulder as he led her away from the glowing feral corpses. “Jet’s not always my ride of choice, I’m more of a Mentats ghoul myself. Makes me feel intellectual and shit.”

“Hm. Can I try that one?”

“Only if you promise to take it easy,” He said, already taking the tin out of his coat, popping the lid and taking one for himself before extending it to her.

Nora took one of the small mints with a careful hand, still feeling sluggish. It was grape flavored, the sweet and fruity mint spreading in her mouth with a cold, sharp feeling. And, like a light switch, Nora felt herself become more alert, more aware of their surroundings. The sluggish feeling melted away and she was left jittering, blinking quickly as she took in their room with a new fervor.

“How many floors did I fall?” She asked Hancock in a single quick breath, turning to look at the damaged floor above them.

He gave a hapless shrug and picked up his shotgun. “Around two? This shithole goes on forever. I followed you down, but there’s no telling where the others got to.”

Nora checked and double-checked her pistol, furrowing her brows. He had followed her? Jumped down two stories of broken flooring? She turned to look at the corpses of the glowing ferals, her Pip-Boy’s internal Geiger Counter giving a few warning clicks.

Without the lenses of her mask, the world seemed… bigger, clearer. Every detail of the ferals was like a pinprick on Nora’s heart, stabbing deeper and deeper; they wore lab coats and scrubs, torn apart and stained and ruined. They were human, once. They were alive, once. And all that life had been taken from them and they had spent two centuries trapped in a metal building, going insane with radiation until they were glowing with it.

She tore her gaze from them and side-stepped, circling the room and taking in the crumbling walls and ceilings, the broken lights and the machines that were beyond repair. Med-Tek was a medical research facility, and a lot of useful med gear had been left behind – Nora was quick to pocket any spare gauze, a first-aid kit, and the few sanitary products she trusted enough to shove into her bag – into MacCready’s army green duffle bag, slung over her shoulder.

Nora anxiously raked her short hair out of her face. Mac was somewhere above them, in some upper level of this shithole, hunting for the cure to save his son. He was with Nick Valentine, who was a detective, and MacCready had scoped out Med-Tek before – they had more luck finding the cure than Nora and Hancock did.

Spinning on her heel, Nora met Hancock’s attentive gaze. He had been watching her investigate every drawer and table in the room, and looked amused at her sudden attention.

With her mind still going a mile a minute, Nora found her curiosity piqued by the ghoul mayor, especially considering the fact that he was a ghoul in the first place – the first one she’d met and the only one she’d consider herself to be friends with.

“What’s your story, Hancock?” She asked, turning to shuffle through more drawers, unable to keep still.

His crooked smile widened. “My favorite subject! Let’s see... I wound up in Goodneighbor about a, uh, a decade ago? Had smooth skin back then. While I was busy making myself a pillar of the community, I would go on these, like, wild tears… I was young, takin’ any chems I could find, the more exotic the better. Finally found this experimental radiation drug. Only one of its kind, and only one hit. Oh man, the high was so worth it… I’m livin’ with the side effects now, but hey, what’s not to love about immortality?”

Thinking over his words, Nora slowly shut the file drawer and raked her hair from her eyes again. Her hair, a deep brown and cropped just under her ears, was greasy and tangled with neglect, knotted where her gas mask had rested on it for too long. She wondered what she would have to do to get her hands on some real soap, maybe a comb.

How much radiation would it take for Hancock to go feral? Was that even a possibility, if he was the only ghoul of his kind? His last word clicked, then, and she was repeating it as a question before she could over think his meaning. “Immortality?”

Leaning his shoulders back against the wall just as comfortably as he could’ve done in a fancy bar, Hancock gave a half-hearted shrug. “Not exactly. Ghouls just age really, really slow. Something about the rads, maybe? Who knows.”

“Hm.” Nora did one more turn around the room, making sure she didn’t miss any supplies. “All those drugs certainly prepared you for a career in politics.”

“Don’t go bringin’ me down, Sunshine,” He gruffed out, metal tin rattling as he plucked out another grape-flavored Mentat for himself. “People respect me ‘cause I don’t put myself above them, alright? I sling and shoot just like the next guy.”

Backtracking quickly, Nora turned back to Hancock, raising her hands palms-forward as a gesture of peace. “I just meant you could’ve gotten yourself killed. Experimental radiation drugs don’t sound exactly… safe.”

It sounded lame to say it out loud, and felt lamer when Hancock’s smirk grew into a teasing grin. “I like to think of death as the ultimate drug trip. When it happens, I’ll be too busy enjoying it to have any regrets.”

This was a different world, Nora reminded herself. Drugs – or chems – weren’t too dangerous in comparison to the lives of survivors out in the Commonwealth. Still, she just shook her head, checking her ammo for the third time. “You’re a hell of a risk-taker, Hancock.”

“You only got one life. Why not try it all?”

Before the war, all Nora had wanted was a quiet, gentle life. She had tried her best to stay within the lines, not to branch out too far or reach into dangerous waters. She had done a good job for the most part, working as a barista in the morning and a librarian in the evening, dabbling with old cars in her spare time like her grandfather had done her entire childhood. It was nice and sweet, until she’d married a soldier who was more of a stranger than a friend, was widowed at twenty-three years old, and willingly got locked up in a freezer with her infant son for two centuries.

The rest just felt like bad dream after bad dream, save the few good people she’d met and the friends she’d made in the likes of MacCready, Preston Garvey, and the new residents of her old neighborhood, Sanctuary – where the self-proclaimed Minutemen had taken root, building the old buildings back up and making a decently safe place for drifters and farmers alike.

She had to go back, eventually. Even if it hurt to look at the two-bedroom suburban dream with a blue front door, her late husband’s name on the lease and her son’s bedroom still decorated with constellations and rocket ships.

Those memories hurt, like a knife to the gut that she only felt if she twisted back to look at all she lost. So, instead of dwelling on her grief, Nora turned towards the feral-infested hallway and decided to just keep moving forward. MacCready still needed that cure, no matter the cost.

“Let’s keep moving.” She said aloud, popping her knuckles on the grip of her pistol.

“Right behind ya.” Hancock replied, readying his own weapon.

They walked silently through the dark halls of the research facility, wary of the ferals lurking around every corner.

Machines that hadn’t been touched in decades made the air brassy and metallic, the thick scent of blood and decay mingling with a dusty oldness that made Nora want her mask back – but with the straps broken, and feral guts in the vents, it wouldn’t have helped much.

Stomach churning, Nora just grit her teeth and continued onwards. Endlessly onwards.

Where had her family been when the bombs fell? Her grandparents and their old farm; were Ma’s dainty pink lace curtains still hanging at the window above the kitchen sink? Had the tea she brewed daily just been sitting on the counter for two hundred years? Was Pa in his shed when the world blew up? Did they die together, or were they yards apart?

She imagined them hearing the news and running to find each other as quickly as their old knees would allow, falling to their knees together in the wildflower grass. Future archeologists would find their remains held so tightly together that they wouldn’t know whose bones were whose.

Except Nora was in the future – it could be Nora that found the remains of her mother’s parents, of the old-fashioned couple who had raised her.

She felt sicker with every thought, but she couldn’t stop the barrage of memories and worries that surged through her. Maybe the Jet and Mentats were a bad idea after all.  

Maybe old Ma and Pa had turned the radio on and heard the news with enough time to get dressed in their finest church clothes and shiniest shoes. Ma would’ve painted her nails and worn her lace gloves. Pa would’ve needed help with his tie, and he would’ve combed his white hair back carefully, the way he’d done for forty years. Maybe Pa had sat at the piano and played his wife one last love song. Maybe they’d held hands and sat on the back porch, sipping tea in their last moments together.

That was a better thought. No hassle, no running or screaming, no pain or worries. They had never been the kind of people to run about.

“Ferals up ahead.” Hancock’s gruff mumble pulled Nora from her thoughts. He took hold of her waistline with one hand, tugging her into a doorway in one of the medical hallways.

Nora blinked herself into focus, glad for the ghoul – if he hadn’t been there, she would’ve walked right into danger, still thinking of her long-dead grandparents.

Ahead of them was a machine room, where over a dozen ferals were shuffling around, some on the ground, as still as corpses. They looked anguished and half-rotted in their scrubs and lab coats. There was no way Nora and Hancock could get through the room unscathed, no way they could sneak around a hoard this size.

“We should go back, loop around.” Nora muttered under her breath, half-turning towards Hancock, who stood behind her, her nose brushing his cheek. They were nearly the same height, though Hancock’s dramatic hat and long coat gave the illusion that he was the taller of the two.

His foggy grey eyes flickered to hers, “Loop around where? There’s gonna be ferals in every nook ‘n corner of this place.”

The lights flickered and clicked above them, where the fluorescents were dangling on thin wires from the ceiling, powered by fusion energy, like most of the wasteland. Power seemed to be thriving in the Commonwealth, even if everything else was dying.

Nora had never seen Hancock this close; the grey tint to his skin seemed purplish in the darkness, his eyes voids of grey and black, like some distant galaxy. It was hard to read his face; typical signs of micro-expressions were gone from the ghoul, who had no nose or eyebrows, whose lips matched the rest of his flesh. He wasn’t half as scary as he seemed to be the first time they’d met. In fact, he seemed kind of… attractive, in a way Nora hadn’t considered before. The cut of his jaw, the sharp curve of his mouth, the softness around his eyes.

The hand at Nora’s waistline tightened, reminding her of his proficiency with a pocketknife, of his inhuman ghoul strength and sight, of his reputation as the fearless, rebellious ghoul mayor. She wondered what was beneath all of the talk, beneath the colonial costume, the killer outline—

A distant scream echoed through Med-Tek. MacCready.

They both flinched, whirling back to the ferals, who became agitated at the sound. A few of them broke from the group and ran down a nearby hallway, into the darkness.

Nora locked eyes with Hancock — their wide, panicked stares having a silent mutual agreement in an instant. No questions needed to be asked. Nothing needed to be said.

Together, they raised their firearms.

The hoard of ferals were cut through like the red sea. Blood splattered and corpses fell. A particularly fast feral caught Hancock’s sleeve — Nora shot it down, only to be bombarded with more.

The world spun. Her vision went red. Adrenaline and fear coursed through her alongside the chems, and Nora was moving without thought, firing without flinching. She felt detached from her body, in a way. Dissociative and panicked, she just fired, again and again, feeling nothing at all.

And then they were running, guns blazing, down the metal hallways, a hoard chasing them.

“Heads up!” Hancock yelled, tossing a lit bottle over his shoulder.

The Molotov Cocktail shattered, an explosive wave of heat rolling through the hallway as the ferals screamed — Nora didn't dare look back.

Skidding to a stop in what looked like some kind of office, Hancock whirled around to slam the door shut, dragging a metal filing cabinet in front of it for extra security.

The room was occupied by two ferals, who shrieked as Nora took them down.

Propping her hands on her knees, feeling icy, her lungs burning, Nora heaved, struggling to catch her breath, her heart racing.

"This place is trashed." MacCready's voice was distant but clear, with a tremor that told Nora he was in a lot of pain but trying to brave about it.

"You expected something fancy?" Piper Wright, the over-observant writer who ran the most popular (and only) newspaper press in the Commonwealth, sounded closer than MacCready, her voice echoing through the nearest stairway.

Nora immediately started towards the stairs, not bothering to be quiet. As she turned the corner at the base of the metal staircase, she was met with the barrels of three guns.

"Don't shoot," Hancock advised from behind her, "I'm the nice kinda ghoul, I swear."

Nick, his beige coat splattered with blood, gave a heavy sigh, lowering his shotgun. "Can't deny how relieved I am to see you two alive. This place is crawling with ferals."

The other two guns lowered. Nora was at MacCready’s side in an instant, her hands grasping his arms as she checked for wounds. It was dark in the lower levels of MedTek, but she could clearly see that the green fabric he wore was drenched in blood – it was so much that it was impossible to tell where it was coming from or even if it was his own.

"Where'd you get hit?"

"I, uh..." He stammered a little before shutting his mouth.

Nora looked up at her closest friend, eyebrows raised.

While Hancock was around her height, MacCready was nearly a head taller, and she could see him much more clearly without the foggy lenses of her gasmask. She had never noticed his freckles before, or how the grown-out stubble along his jaw had an auburn tinge, different from his ashy brown hair that he kept hidden under that green cap.

But, the blood – he was covered in it, the side of his head slick with an inky redness that was half-dry and thick, dripping down the side of his face and neck, coating his left shoulder and arm, blood running down his back and staining his beige-green duster.

"Mac," She spoke again, more clearly this time, meeting his eyes. "Where did you get hit?"

He just stared at her, wearing a vaguely panicked expression, his crystalline blue eyes wide and bordered with crow's feet wrinkles from years of squinting through sniper scopes.

"Might wanna cut down on the intensity, Sunshine." Hancock drawled with a chuckle. He was leaning against the wall by the stairway, packing a carton of cigarettes.

Nora gripped MacCready’s non-bloodied arm tighter, her other hand reaching for his cheek so she could turn his head and check for a scalp wound. She shot Hancock an annoyed look over her shoulder, “Intensity? The fuck’s that supposed to mean?”

He shrugged, lighting a cigarette. His silver-plated lighter cast a fiery glow over his pocked face, highlighting his sharp grin. “They haven’t seen ya without the mask, sweetness. You’ve got one of those hundred-yard stares that can bring a man to his knees. Probably will, if you’re not careful.”

Scoffing, Nora turned back to MacCready. “You’re drowning in his blood, ‘Cread. Tell me it’s not yours.”

“It’s… not mine. Mostly.”

“Mostly?”

“Got nicked. I’ll be fine.”

“Liar.” Piper spoke up, and they turned to her as she plucked the cigarette from Hancock and brought it to her own lips, her expression gaunt like Nora had never seen her. “He got bit by a feral. The thing took out a who chunk of shoulder. Most disgusting thing I’ve ever seen.”

Nora’s heart stuttered.

“Excuse you, I could’ve died.” MacCready half-shouted, as easily irritable as ever.

“Good thing you got it off, then.” Piper rolled her eyes, handing the cigarette back to Hancock, smoke curling from her lips. “We gonna keep going or not?”

The four of them trudged onwards, with Nora and MacCready leading them, staying as close together as possible.

“You’re sure you’ll be fine?” She asked quietly, giving him a worried glance.

“Yeah.” He didn’t look at her, his hawklike eyes intent on their surroundings. “Nick wrapped it up. Stimpack and clean gauze and everything.”

From what Nora had seen on television as a kid, and from what she’d gathered from her time in the Commonwealth, you don’t want to get bit by a zombie – even if they’re called ferals instead. The virus might not be the same as it is in Hollywood, but the rot was bad for sure, and the radiation was no joke. A stimpack could only go so far – MacCready needed sanitation, Rad-X, and probably medical care beyond what the detective could do. A whole chunk off his shoulder… he likely needed stitches, too.

They came into what looked like a patient holding area, with rows of beds in their own chambers sealed behind locked doors, a feral in every one. Beyond them was another locked room, with a terminal and pin-pad key – medical testing, if Nora had to guess. They were close.

“Nora. Stop worrying.”

She turned back to MacCready as he raised his sniper to his good shoulder, casting a glance her way before scowling down the scope. Crossing her arms, Nora watched as he took out three ferals in a matter of seconds. “You’ve got the worst luck I’ve ever seen.”

“Tell me about it,” He huffed a short laugh, standing again. “But I’ve got a feeling it’s about to get a lot better.”

Nick broke through the terminal, his hacking skills on par with MacCready’s sniping skills.

As the door slid open, a green glow washed over them all – and a bloated ghoul prowled out, glowing so brightly and hotly that Nora’s entire body reacted to the radiation, rolling with nausea and heat.

MacCready raised his rifle, Nick raised his shotgun. Three more ghouls darted from the once-locked room and lunged at them, tackling the two men to the ground. Hancock and Piper raced forward to help.

The glowing one went for Nora, who had hesitated, terrified.

Bullets poured into the feral, but it was unperturbed, scrambling towards her with a gurgling scream. She dodged its first lunge and readied her gun again, firing .99s into its skull – to no avail.

The second lunge caught her leg and Nora went down with a yell, kicking it with her other foot, twisting her gun in her hand and bringing it down hard against the thing’s wrist.

Its hand broke off on the third hit and it screamed again. Nora’s boot met its face and it reeled back, groaning, its handless wrist coming up to its face.

Holy shit, could they feel pain?

Scrambling backwards, Nora snatched up her second pistol and fired again, unloading her entire stock into the glowing feral, backing herself against a wall as she put as much distance as she could between herself and the radioactive fucker.

A shot to the eye had the thing’s head exploding, green goo splattering as the body fell back with a wet thump on the linoleum floor.

Nora gagged, her Pip-Boy clicking irritably at her. Luckily, she was mostly out of the splash zone, but her leg burned and she was nearly completely out of ammo.

The other three had just finished off their hoard of ferals when Nora edged her way into the square room.

“You okay?” MacCready breathed out, clutching his shoulder. Hancock had an arm around him, holding him upright – the sheen of sweat on MacCready’s placid face glinted green thanks to the glowing feral’s corpse.

Nora barely nodded, worry clutching at her chest. She looked around the room, which seemed like a surgery center or some kind of testing lab.

“Have fun with this junk,” MacCready grunted, taking a rest atop one of the three gurneys in the room, lying back with his good arm flung over his face. “I have no idea what any of it does.”

He almost sounded uninterested – like he’d rather not help search for his son’s cure, in case it wasn’t here at all, like he couldn’t stand the thought of having come all this way just to find nothing.

Nora was determined not to leave empty-handed.

The room was decently sized and absolutely packed with all kinds of medical gear, with a long table covered in tools of all kinds, including scalpels, glass vials, bottles of pills, and flasks of mystery liquids. There were three empty gurneys, a broken cooler, piles and piles of scattered papers and files – and, finally, on a tray next to a surgical table where a skeleton had been strapped down, a little foam-lined red box labeled PREVENT.

Duncan’s cure. It had to be the cure. Nora was never given a name – she wasn’t sure of MacCready himself even knew the name of the medicine, but this had to be it. It had to be. And if it wasn’t… well, there was a plenty of Med-X on the long table. Maybe that kind of power could substitute the mystery cure that Duncan needed.

Nora clicked the box open to examine the syringe within, grinning at the sight of it. Her internal compass told her she’d found exactly what she was looking for her. This was the first thing she’d done right since setting foot in the Commonwealth. She clicked it shut again and turned to her best friend, holding the red box up. “Look alive, MacCready.”

The other three went very still as MacCready carefully sat up, each looking ready to run out of the room if the syringe ended up being the wrong thing.

But, as MacCready took the box into his shaking, bloodied hands, tears shone in his icy eyes. “We did it... Holy crap, we did it!”

He swept Nora into a tight hug, her feet coming off the ground, a broken laugh escaping him. She held him just as tightly, heart aching for him and his son. Into his shoulder, Nora murmured, “Duncan has a fighting chance.”

“Yeah,” MacCready wept, trying and failing to hide his tears. “I-I don’t know how I’ll ever be able to repay you for this… I owe you big time.”

Pulling back, Nora thumbed tears off of his face. “All I care about is curing your son.”

“I know you do.” He met her gaze – actually seeing her, without the mask, without looking away. “I’m… I’m just tired of taking instead of giving. Maybe one day I’ll get my priorities straight.”

Nora shook her head, pressing the red box more firmly into his palm. “Don’t worry about it, ‘Cread. Where to next?”

“Daisy, in Goodneighbor. With her caravan contacts, she’s the only one I trust to get me to Duncan on time. This is the last favor I’m going to ask, I promise.”

She really, really hoped it wasn’t. But… Mac was going back to his son, in the Capital Wasteland. Would he even come back, now that he had the cure? The last favor. Something in Nora trembled at the thought of it. Still, she smiled, taking a step back and putting space between them. “Let’s go.”

[actuallyitsstar]

Top Gun for the fandom ask game?

✨ send me a fandom and i'll answer with the following!

blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most)

↣ maverick! this is kind of a given i suppose. but he's my blorbo alright. i have 193748458 thoughts abt him Every Single Day Unfortunately and every other fic and gifset/edit idea i have typically winds up including him somehow lol

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped)

↣ this one was really stumping me for a while bc idk tbh but if i am very real it's probably also maverick 😭 when will i stop being predictable lmao aaaaa. my second choice for this spot is bradley and this is why i struggled so much to pick an answer lol

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave)

↣ phoenix !!!! phoenix is my girl !!! my beloved !!! i want her to have everything nice. i want her to smack everyone else upside the head with a bat for being stupid. but she shouldnt have to bc theyre all adults and she is their peer and not their mom and i do actually rly respect how tgm treats her as the same as the others and doesn't dress her in weird skimpy outfits on the beach or have her lifting hella emotional baggage for the men or etc. she is so smart and capable and straightforward and determined and i love her <3 the near-tie for this spot is slider. i love slider. he has such a Vibe . takes no shit but he won't let YOU take shit either. we stan a man.

glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week)

↣ tbh? viper. idk what it is about him. He is So Yes. I want to Know More About Him. i want to know how well he knew duke mitchell. i want to know if he stayed up nights feeling responsible for that because duke died saving him, among others. i want to know how long it took for him to move past it or if he ever did. i want him to talk to maverick about this commonality they have and not say stupid shit like 'there will be others' bc shut the fuck up akdhjdjkfhfgj but yeah idk. need to write abt him sometime for sure <3 my second choice for this is carole because she has like maybe an aggregated minute of time on screen and owns my wholeass heart somehow anyway. i want her to have only nice things and happiness and she doesn't get a lot of credit but she's so kind and capable and determined and i stan her tbh

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave)

↣ unpopular no, problematic yes: hangman. he's controversial. he's pathetic. he's an asshole. he's incorrigible. he's everyone's favorite bitch. what can i say. i want to undo him like a clock and take out all the gears and find out how he works. i cant fix him but i CAN make him worse. and one of these days i will. (ok ok AND ill try to fix him too i guess. if i must).

horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason)

↣ this is hangman again unfortunately. and also mav. and also bradley. alkdhjfkfhfkjgh i am a goblin

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell)

↣ sorry cyclone im sure ur secretly a big softy but u are going to have to go down the superhell pipe this time <3

[justinwifewrites]

Chapter 8

Y/n pov: ok if we've known ant since I was 3 why are we having this dinner again" I ask "we know friend ant not boyriend y/n" my brother declares "so where are we going" he ask  "apple bees" I reply "how fancy" he remaked "shut up alex" i command "what ever" he says rolling his eyes "now ant go get dressed" "I am" (a/n 🧍🏾) "go dress fancy" "ok" I say while climbing up the stairs to find some clothes "WILL THIS WORK" "yes" "we just got to wait for Alex to find his sheos" "ok" they were  probably sitting down and watching tv and then they heard a knock at our door "hi" y/n greets "HI Y/N" Steph greet "hey baby" "I have a question" "anything" "why would you date my brother" "MOM I THINK STEPHIE WANTS TO STAY HOME" "no no no I'm sorry,IM SORRY" "never mind" "let's go" "ok" we get a big booth in the back "so when did y'all start dating" "a couple months back" "how did y'all start dating" "just did" "don't lie" his dad commanded "I kissed him one day" she mumbled "so y'all kissed HELLA time what made that time different" mom asked "I meant it" the table fell silent mom dad and sister all looked at each other "so was he bad" Steph asked "ok really Steph" he says a little annoyed "I'm asking a question" she surrender "well that's just appropriate dinner time conversation" his dad said sarcastically i pulled ant over "don't worry you was mad good papí" holy shit I'm moist I don't know how to get out of this situation "you good" his dad ask him "yeah just hungry" "sorry I'm late" Mario apologizes "MARIIIIII" he gave him a dazed head nod "you good big bro" I gave him the code action for a scenario "um ant didn't you text me saying you need to pee" "mhm" "let's go" I get my self echm  together and head back to the booth "what will you be drinking tonight" "sprite" "sweet tea" "coke" "beer" "Pepsi" "same" "is that all or would like some appetizers" "CAN I GET MOZZARELLA STICKS AND BUFFLO CHICKEN TENDERS" "what I say about yelling in restaurants" "I'm sorry" she whispered something to my mom "ok will do" the BASSICLY just harrassed us all night but I didn't mind as long they approve of me"

[bethiewhimsy]

howdy y’all, i dunno how y’all do things, but on my tumblr blog all i serve is bsd brainrot rants in the hashtags. eat up, honeys, bless.

[kiss4kazuha]

hello may I ask for bookworm s/o hcs with crew boys, like they have a personal library and talk about fictional characters and stuff, (maybe simping for some of them)

I like ur writing btw :))

hihi!! tysm:) sorry its late!! im hella tired from our dance concert:( i hope you enjoy!

— CREW BOYS WITH BOOKWORM S/O! 🐉

pairings: crewboys x gn!reader

warnings: fluff

— DREAM

•he’s definitely the one to watch you in awe as you read in your little book corner

•ALSO he’d probably read with you, like sit next to you or with his head on your chest while you both read, just enjoying each others company:)

•LMFAO would get jealous as soon as you mention a boy character from a book:

“atlas is sooo fine god”

“shut the fuck up y/n, im right here”

•if he needed anything from you, he would know that you’re probably in your little reading corner

•would be surprised to see how many books you have in your mini library, bc to him it doesn’t look much

•would be annoyed if you told him to read one of the books that you recommended to him for when he was bored,,BUT he would definitely read it when you’re not looking

•he’s GOING TO 100% buy you new books randomly:

“baby i think this is your package?”

“no, its yours, i ordered you it:)”

•so expect random packages showing up at your door that you didnt know about!

•bonus: if you talk about a certain character, that has such a good character development, or what ever reason you like them for, he will listen to you about it cus he finds it cute.

— GEORGENOTFOUND

•he wouldn’t realise you had a mini library until he came looking for you one day and found you cuddled up in your mini corner with plants and bookshelfs of books with you

•wouldn’t disturb you during this time, so its be quiet and you both would just want to do your own things during this time

•if he’s missing your company, he’d move one of his chairs next to your mini couch and sit there either on his phone while he holds your hand, or just staring at you, or doing his work with you/pos:(

•WOULD 100% question what you find so interesting about books and why you read them:

“why are you reading that shit?”

“bc its entertainment george.”

•overall he’d be very understanding about you mini library and how important it is to you

•bonus: he wouldn’t let quackity NEAR your corner bc he knows how much you love and cherish it, plus it took you a long time to make!!!

— SAPNAP

•100% trash up your corner

•but its only bc he wants to see whats the hype about and what’s gotten his lover so hooked-up

•you would invite him to sit with you, but he would say no cus its lame

•he’d eventually sit with you there tho cus he loves you so much

•100% get the most jealous anytime u mention another guy from book and that you simp for them? yup you’re never going back to that corner ever again

•is also the type to drop anything he’s doing to help with your mini library; need help putting up some fake plants? hes helping you, need another bookshelf? he already ordered one for you.

•i feel like even tho he gets angry that you’re always busy or away in your reading corner, he will still buy you more books if thats what makes you happy:(

— KARL JACOBS

•he’d be so cute about it:(

•definitely help you decorate your little corner to your desire!

•also would love to lie in between your legs while you read and play with his hair while hes on his phone

•would get sad if he found out you’re simping for a fictional character from the book

“hes just so- god hes hot”

“are you saying im not hot?”

•would love to go book shopping with you for certain books you’re looking for

•would try to read one, but then not like it and stick rather to his manga

— QUACKITY

•definitely find it cool that you like reading

•would also try to read one of your books and wouldn’t like it

•i feel like he’s more into books with life lessons and that stuff

•you’d fill your library with both your books and he’s, so that you two can sit together and read:(

•he’d try to make you laugh while you’re reading so that you can pay attention to him instead of the book

“does that say come-dies?”

“love no-“

•you guys would be cute tho, he’d mention on stream multiple times how his s/o like reading and is literally reading 24/7

•and they’d love it, asking which books you recommended and which ones you’re currently reading, ect

•and he’d mentally awe at how good you and chat get along

[its-really-dry]

what if... y/n was in the elevator with kate and yelena? part 2

500(&20) BARISTAS ALREADY???? DOOD AM I LIKE FAMOUS???? im a few weeks late but whatever oMg thank you guys so much im acc abt to cry wth 😭

soz i haven't been so active, ive been hella busy but yall deserve this so here is something to celebrate 😗💕💅

had to tag the besties tho - @adi06lena @yelenabemylova @wandaspov @tashakink @mymommawanda

[ kate and yelena are fighting in the office building and y/n runs as fast as they can down the hall to them and hears grunts and groans ]

y/n: oh my gosh stop it you two!

kate & yelena: *freezes in place*

y/n: this is total unacceptable behaviour! why would you trash this whole office?

kate: *looks down in embarrassment*

yelena: *sighs*

y/n: you're not 8 year olds! you are grown adults, and even 8 year olds have more decency than this!

kate: sorry

y/n: "sorry" isn't gonna get this place cleaned up

yelena: but-

y/n: no. clean this up. right now

kate & yelena: fine

[ after the girls clean up, y/n tells them to pull out a chair and sit in a circle ]

y/n: let's start off by telling me what your names are?

yelena: my name is yelena belova

kate: kate bishop

y/n: well that is a good start. my name's y/n y/l/n. now, why don't you tell me what's going on between the both of you?

kate: yelena here is tryna kill my best friend and colleague, clint!

y/n: *eyes widen* are you foreal?

yelena: *nods* yes, it is my mission

y/n: TO KILL SOMEONE?

yelena: of course

kate: *is sad*

y/n: *is angry* WHAT DO YOU MEAN "of course" ??? THAT IS NOY SOMETHING TO BE SO RELAXED ABOUT! YOU CAN GET PUT IN JAIL FOR THAT!

yelena: no i can't

y/n: *looks to kate* is she like, missing a screw or something?

kate: multiple, probably

yelena: i will not get caught because i am a trained assassin

y/n: wait, you are trained?

yelena: yes. though it is a long story i wish not to share

y/n: that's alright

kate: WHAT?

y/n: calm down kate, i need to hear all sides of the story! im not a biased person. now tell me yelena, why do you have to kill clint, what's the purpose of your mission?

yelena: do bring the deserved justice to my sister

y/n: so you think by killing clint, it'll make you feel better?

yelena: *thinks about it* well, no, but it will give him a taste of his own medicine

y/n: clint killed your sister?

yelena:

kate: clint never killed natasha, yelena. she let go. he wanted to jump but she wouldn't let him-

yelena: SHUT UP KATE BISHOP! YOU DON'T KNOW THAT!

y/n: hey! don't shout yelena

yelena: NO! BECAUSE KATE BISHOP DOESN'T KNOW THAT! SHE WAS NEVER THERE!

kate: i didn't have to be there to know that clint never killed natasha! he isn't like that! why would he kill his best friend? i know clint, and i know how he acts

yelena: i thought i knew dreykov, and look at me now!

y/n: hold on. are the clint and natasha you two are going on about, the same clint and natasha im thinking of?

kate: the avengers? yeah

y/n: no way! wait so you're a hawkeye?

kate: technically, yes

y/n: and you're natasha romanoffs sister?

yelena: *nods*

y/n: oh. i see the problem here, vormir?

kate:

yelena:

y/n: right. yelena, have you ever thought to yourself, "maybe i should ask clint what actually happened instead of believing what others say" ?

yelena: i don't need to. i already know what he did

y/n: how could you, if you were never there? using your logic with kate, you could never have a solid answer because you weren't there next to clint, watching it happen. because if you were there, i know, you would know, that clint was torn. you probably would have fought both of them, so you could be the one to jump

[ both kate and yelena are shocked at y/n's sayings and yelena stands up out of her chair ]

yelena: you speak very wise words y/n y/l/n. i will take your observations into consideration and put the mission on hold

y/n: that's good to hear

kate: oMg thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you! *hugs y/n*

y/n: oof. hahaha you're welcome! now, how about we all go out for drinks? enjoy the time?-

[ loud bang ]

y/n: WHAT WAS THAT???

yelena: bozhe moy

kate: shoot. it's the trackuit mafia

y/n: THE MAFIA?

kate: shhhhhhh. *pulls y/n down* no that's just the name of the gang

y/n: GANG?

kate & yelena: SHHHHHH

y/n: *whispers* sorry

clint: if i were really one of the tracks, i would've found you and shot you already

kate: CLINT?

clint: in the flesh

yelena: clinton barton

clint: belova. oh hey there new kid

kate: that's y/n

y/n: heyyyy

clint: nice to meet you *shakes y/n's hand*

y/n: so, yelena, are we still thinking about murdering mr barton?

yelena: not for justice, but for other reasons

kate: *is annoyed*

y/n: *sighs* yelena

yelena: i was kidding! can't you americans take a joke?

clint: not ones about murdering individuals

kate: *snickers* "individuals" such an old man

yelena: i call people individuals, does that, in turn, mean you are calling me an old man kate bishop?

kate: *is scared* NO

y/n: you both need to stop bickering!

kate & yelena: sorry

clint: wow. that's a fine art you got there!

y/n: why thank you. now, whoever you guys are fighting, hurry up with it or we will miss our reservations!

kate, clint & yelena: you made reservations!?

y/n: yeah?

yelena: where exactly?

y/n: you'll see. now go, quickly beacuse- *throws telephone at a tracksuit* they have found you're where abouts

[ clint, yelena and kate all turn around at where the now unconscious gang member is laying, in shock ]

clint: how the hell did you see him!?

y/n: *shrugs* just a feeling. NOW GO!

[elysianslove]

HI SAL yes agreed please do dick analysis for all the fandoms- due to horny brain i think you should start with haikyuu/the captains OR aot OR sk8 JAHAHSJ I CANT EVEN DECIDE DJFJ THIS WASNT HELPFUL LMAOO SORRY -🐰

it’s way too late in the am rn and i can’t sleep so i’m doing a dick analysis for the haikyuu captains. thank you very much. 

this is probably hella unrealistic but ,,, that’s the beauty of fanfiction <3 

other versions: haikyuu aces dick analysis, haikyuu setters dick analysis, haikyuu middle blockers dick analysis, jjk dick analysis 

HAIKYUU CAPTAINS DICK ANALYSIS 

daichi sawamura 

AH FAT DICK. it’s like heavy, oh my god he’s hung. he’s not so long, probably somewhere around 6.5 inches, give or take, but my god he’s THICK. relatively veiny all along, and the tip is a very dark pink when he’s properly hard. he’s not completely clean shaven, but very neatly trimmed for you, cause he’s a sucker for deep throating. it curves a little to the right too, and always, always, fills you up so well. cums so much, like lowkey got breeder balls. so much that as he fucks it into you it just trickles out.

oikawa tōru 

this the one i was excited for. prettiest fucking dick oh my god. it’s long, not so thick, but proportionately so. like around 6.8 inches i guess? but it’s literally mouthwatering type of gorgeous. curves to the right, not too prominent veins along the shaft, a pretty pink tip, i’m sorry but his balls are pretty too. everything about this man is gorgeous and no i’m not biased shut up. he’s exquisite at his technique; the way he rolls his hips and grinds into you? magical. and he’s clean shaven too, just cause he actually prefers it that way. also when he’s very sensitive his cock twitches and bobs so much it’s so cute. 

kuroo tetsurō

BIG DICK <3 BIG BIG BIG DICK <3 he’s like 7.1 or 7.2 inches and it’s. wow. very veiny, long, thick. he’s got it all. tip is a pretty pink naturally, so it gets like an angry red when he’s hard and drooling. it doesn’t really curve, maybe like tilts slightly to the left, otherwise just bobs straight up against his stomach. you will, you will, feel him in your stomach, regardless, just cause the way he fucks you makes sure of that. i can’t decide if he’d be clean shaven or not tbh. on one hand, he hates the messiness and wants to shave it all off, on the other he couldn’t care less. either way, he’ll do whatever you want :) 

bokuto kōtarō

the fattest cock of them all. it’s so fucking thick you can never get your fingers fully around it, like they never touch when you stroke and fist at his cock. he’s a good 7 inches, maybe 6.9, no maybe 7.1. listen. idk he just has a big fucking cock, so fat it makes you cry even if he’s spent hours fingering and eating you out. the stretch of the head only hurts. you’re braindead by the time he sinks in fully. it’s so veiny too, a tip that’s a light, pale pink, with the fattest, heaviest balls. fucking breeds you on god. doesn’t shave, i’m sorry. i mean unless you actively tell him, he really won’t. 

kita shinsuke 

does shin have a fat cock or a skinny long cock, that is the question. i’m settling on kita is a good 6.6 inches, and relatively thick. needs a good stretch before you can take him, that’s for sureee, but his dick is so pretty you deadass wanna just nuzzle it. he also always smells and tastes hella good. leave it up to kita to set The standards for men. it’s not that veiny honestly, with a tip that is a mauve ish color and the shaft a golden tan. his dick is so heavy in your hands though, and the outline when he’s in sweats <333 clean shaven, absolutely. it’s for him, for you, for the better of society. gorgeous dick for a gorgeous man 

ushijima wakatoshi 

hello monster fucking community <3 please there’s no way he’s anything less than like 8.5 or even, dare i say, 8.7 inches. he’s just so big, and he’s absolutely clueless about it too. god, he’s so fucking BIG y’all. massive cock. it takes hours if you wanna properly prep for him, but honestly, no matter what, you’ll be crying and heaving as he sinks into you, because he just stretches you open so much that it feels like you’re being split open. half of his cock is in and you feel him in your throat. he just. ruins you. bright pink head, veiny as fuck, and neatly trimmed! heavy fucking balls, so big and heavy. 

terushima yuuji 

i’ve seen people say he’s got a pierced dick and honestly? not beyond him. i have to say, yuuji’s probably got a big dick, longer than it is thick, at maybe 7 inches, like on the dot. it’s curved, but like sticks up straight, you get me? so like missionary is literally heaven with him, especially when he gets all into it and literally just bends you in half. he’s actually clean shaven, like completely, but it’s for the aesthetic, as he likes to say. pretty, pretty, pretty pink tip. he knows what he’s doing but only enough to make it feel good. the potential is strong with this one. 

futakuchi kenji

skinny dick but long. like he’s a 7.1maybe a 7.2 inches, but his girth isn’t too much. will he be bruising your fucking cervix though? possibly. prepping you involves fingering you as deep as he can, and you don’t understand why until you’re taking him and there’s more, more. more. it’s honestly kinda a pretty dick too, with a golden tip that flushes slightly, barely red, when he’s hard, and one or two veins along the shaft. he’s clean shaven because otherwise he just disgusts himself. nice balls, what more can i say? they sit nice in your hand you know. 

anyways— im. idk what to tell y’all. maybe i should apologize. 

[drunkjaked]

i saw a tik tok somewhere here on tumblr a couple days ago and i’m not sure if i saw it here or not but u seem rlly sweet so i’m gonna send u my thoughts about it!

anyways the tik tok was a compilation of clips of jake when he was angry and he was so HOT hjshjshjshjs so now i can’t get angry sex with jake out of my head 😵‍💫 he’s hot in general but like, angry jake is a million times hotter imo

so imagine you’re in public with him and you decide to tease him a little. at first you’re just doing small things that he doesn’t really catch on to (or so you think), like “accidentally” rubbing your ass against his dick when you squeeze past him to get something, leaning down so he can see down your shirt, etc.

but then this guy comes over and asks for your number and basically starts talking to you / flirting with you and when jake notices, he just clenches his jaw and waits for you to come back to him after telling the guy you have a boyfriend. but you keep talking to him and that pisses jake off. he immediately ends your outing and drags you back to the car opening your door and pushing you in kind of harshly (but not enough to actually hurt you or make you upset).

the ride home he’s a little petty― not telling you what’s wrong, not looking at you, not touching you, not even acknowledging your presence. when you get home he opens your door for you and pulls you out. as soon as you’re in the house, he’s for you pinned against the wall.

“you think it’s funny to tease me all day?”

“n-no i―”

“you like flirting with other guys in front of me? you think that’ll get you what you want? you know all you have to do is ask and yet here you are acting like a whore instead of telling me what you want from me.”

“that’s not what i―”

but he doesn’t let you finish talking. he gives you that look that you know means shut up and then takes you back to your bedroom.

“i’m gonna touch you and you don’t get to cum until i say so.”

you just whine and sit on the bed, legs spread for him. he starts fingering you and even though you want more, you know that if you say anything about it, it’ll only make things worse for you the rest of the night. so you stay silent.

and just as you’re about to cum, he pulls his fingers out and the knot in your stomach disappears along with your orgasm.

i just know he’d edge you until you felt like you couldn’t take it anymore. and then he’d overstimulate you until you have nothing left in you to give.

and afterwards he’d say sorry for being so rough but warn you that if you ever did anything like what you did that day again you’d get the same punishment or worse.

oops this got hella long i’m so sorry 💀

also could i maybe be 🐝 anon ?

hey omg someone did send an ask w the link to that so u might have seen it over here :)) and of course u can be 🐝 anon!

THIS IS LITERALLY SO SO FUCKING GOOD I HOPE U NEVER STOP SENDING ME LONG ASKS LIKE THIS??

jake would get so mad and lose his patience so quick, also smth abt being shoved into the car by angry jake is just 😵‍💫😵‍💫 wow need it AND WHORE YES JAKE SAY IT AGAIN!

“but he doesn't let you finish talking. he gives you that look that you know means shut up and then takes you back to your bedroom” ???? I CAN SEE THIS SO CLEARLY IN MY HEAD IM FREAKING OUT OH WOW PLEASE IM SO GLAD YOU SENT THIS OH MY FUCKGIGN FUCK????

🐝 anon u are a literary genius, i bow before u and kiss the ground u walk on 🧎 so glad to have u here + i hope u have a good rest of ur day!!

[suguruverse]

— HAIKYUU BOYS WHEN YOU PULL A APRIL FOOLS PRANK ON THEM

includes - suna rintarou, oikawa tooru, iwaizumi hajime and bokuto koutaro

a/n - don’t ask why i posted this a day late but pls enjoy <33

published date - 02/04/21

↳ SUNA RINTAROU

- sick of your bullshit 1.0

- he thought you just making his lunch like you normally do

- he often said that you didn’t need to but he always looks forward to lunch time when he gets to see what you made him

- so today when you made him lunch, he was not suspicious at all

- when he took a bite, he was like why? is? it? so? spicy?

- but he remained calm and just kept eating

- and by the time he was half way through his lunch is was sweating buckets

- his face was red, he was aggressively blowing his nose, sweat was dripping down his face and he was chugging bottles of water like it was nothing

- he didn’t even suspect that it was a prank, just that you have weirdly high spice tolerance

- his teammates were getting a little bit worried, seeing him stick out his tongue like a dog and fanning his face like his life depended on it

- yeah, you guys were gonna have a long conversation at home

- he had just finished his 4th water bottle when he received a text from you

lol text convo - sunas pov

m’lady: how’s the food baby? :)

me: why’s it so spicy

me: it tastes good but i think i’m dying

me: laugh out loud

m’lady: dang i didn’t think it would be THAT spicy

me: huh?

m’lady: happy april fools??

me: fuck you

m’lady: is that a promise?? 🥺🥺

me: shut up i’m crying rn

m’lady: then come home you dramatic bitch

me: i’ll remember this day you damn brat

- in conclusion pranking him sucks and he always gets you back for it

- except his pranks are 100% worse and probably emotionally traumatising

↳ OIKAWA TOORU

- this man istg he is so annoying

- this man is so needy and dramatic

- but that’s probably why you decided to do this

- he just has the best reactions for pranks

- yeah nah i have no idea what you were thinking when you decided to do this

- ditching a date with your boyfriend to hang out with your friends??

- um big mistake

“my love, are you ready for our dinner date yet?”

- yeah you weren’t, babes we going clubbing, but he didn’t know that

- and plus your outfit didn’t really speak ‘fancy dinner’

“oh tooru!! great, i need your opinions! what do you think of my outfit”

“darling, you look absolutely stunning, but a bit much for a dinner date don’t you think?”

“baby what? i’m going out with friends tonight, to the club, but don’t worry, i’ll be home early”

“my love?? we had a date tonight. did you forget? we’ve been planning this for awhile”

“tooru, what’re you talking about? i told you i was gonna go out ages ago”

“oh but-“

“oh shit tooru, i’m late, i gotta go, i’ll see you later okay? see you later my love”

- and you left, leaving your boyfriend heartbroken

- he literally dropped onto the floor clutching his chest hoping you would come home and see him, then cuddle him until the morning

- and there he laid for another 10 minutes in disgust

- how dare you leave your precious boyfriend for your friends

- you decided you were done pranking him so you enter your apartment to your boyfriend cracking open a new vodka bottle

“tooru!”

“oh... it’s you”

“um yeah”

“i thought you were going out with your friends. what? did you finally remember about the date with your handsome boyfriend?”

“tooru”

“no go away, i’m mad”

“april fools tooru”

- when i tell you this man gave you the biggest side eye

“hmph i knew that, i just wanted to see how far you would take the prank”

“okay baby, sure you did”

“pfft darling, don’t underestimate your lovely boyfriend, so come on let’s go”

“go where”

“cuddle, obviously, i still haven’t forgiven you”

- 4/10 dont prank him, he’s annoying

↳ IWAIZUMI HAJIME

- sick of your bullshit 2.0

- he swears you’re gonna give him grey hairs during his 20’s and let’s be honest you probably are

- he just worries about you too much

- he hates seeing you hurt, sick, stressed or just uncomfortable in general

- so you were hella cruel for doing this to him

*massive thud noise lol idk*

“OW, haji, HAJI it hurts please hurry it hurts so bad”

- all of a sudden your boyfriend becomes an olympic sprinter

“doll? what’s wrong baby? did you fall? is your ankle okay? do you want me to get ice? call an ambulance?”

“haji, please i don’t know, it just hurts so bad. please make it stop”

“doll it’s okay, just breathe, can you do that for me pretty girl?”

“mhm”

“good girl, it looks like you sprained your ankle, i’ll go get some ice, okay doll?”

“please hurry haji, it hurts a lot”

“it’s okay, i’m sorry, i’ll be back super quick”

- you were gonna cry, your boyfriend was being so cute and considerate

- yeah well wait until he finds out this was a prank

- in less than 2 minutes, he came running back with an ice pack

“here doll, does this feel better?”

“mhm, thank you haji, i love you”

“i love you more, c’mon i’ll carry you to the couch”

- ugh what a man

“hey haji?”

“yeah doll? what’s up?”

“happy april fools”

“huh?”

“i’m not actually injured, it was a prank”

iwaizumi: 😐😑😐

“i should have known, you fucking brat”

“hehe sorry, can i have a hug”

“no, hug yourself”

- 202/10 bc he’s husband material and has nice arms

↳ BOKUTO KOUTARO

- babie 🥺🥺

- you always loved leaving him small motivational notes for him and he loves it so much

- he always has the biggest smile whenever he sees a note that you wrote in his lunch or his duffle bag

- but today you put like 391 notes in his bag without him noticing

- so when he arrived at practice, he was hoping to get changed into his gear but was instead greeted with a pile of notes

- he picked one up at looked at it

“you look like the scum between my toes”

- okay that was mean

- so he picked up another

“your armpits smell like blue cheese”

- he could have started crying right then and there

- so he texted you

bo’s pov

me: baby :((

my pretty baby: what’s wrong my love? did something happen at practice?

me: did you put these notes in my bag? :((

my pretty baby: i did!! happy april fools baby!!

my pretty baby: did you not like it?

me: it was mean, should i read all of it?

my pretty baby: i spent all night writing it so yes

my pretty baby: but you don’t have to if you don’t wanna, some of them are really weird and mean

me: no i wanna, you worked hard on them!!

my pretty baby: are you sure? they might hurt your feelings

me: im sure!! im stronger than you think!! :))

- the rest of msby saw some of the notes and laughed

- atsumu texted you about how funny they were

- but sakusa told you to never do it again because he doesn’t wanna deal with bokuto crying ever 

- what a babe

- 827282/10 because he’s such a sweetheart

[everseeking]

Hi! Is it okay to ask for a Levi smutxfluff where he's benched from injuring his leg but it's getting a lot better. His fem! S/o is part of his squad and he gets the report that she was in a life threatening situation but she made it safe and he's waiting for the scouts to return. He waits for them and doesn't know what to feel fjejfjs im sorry this is hella long!!! Also no manga spoilers/references please

 - hello !! thank you so much for requesting ! that’s totally okay and don’t apologize for the length, it helped me out having details :) there aren’t any manga spoilers or references, but there are season 2 spoilers in case anyone hasn’t finished it yet. i hope you enjoy and thank you again for requesting <3

relief

- levi ackerman x reader

- warnings: season two spoilers, nsfw contains smut; hand job, oral (giving), fingering, cream pie, slight overstimulation but not much, AFAB!reader

once again, levi injured his damn leg.

after being temporarily handicapped from his leg injury when he initially fought the female titan, he made a personal vow to never let an injury like that happen to him again. it was a major setback and seriously hindered his abilities. but unfortunately, titans makes no promises.

it was during an expedition, of course, and things were taking a turn for the worst. levi was unaware that his squad would be needed on an expedition the next day, so he kept them up late the night before to polish their skills as much as possible. during the mission, it was clear they could barely keep their eyes open.

levi was extremely stressed out, worrying about his team as well as what he was going to say to erwin later when he yelled at the commander for such a late notice on the mission. for now, the captain had to make up for much of his team's slack. as much as the kids wanted to put up an argument when he flew in and stole their prey, they kept their mouths shut. there was no way they could’ve finished the job on their own and knew their protests weren't worth it, as it felt kind of wrong to argue with someone who was saving their lives.

it was brutal work since he too was bordering onto exhaustion, but levi pushed through and helped his team clean up the last hoard of titans. just when he thought he was in the clear, a titan came up on sasha and tried to grab her. if he had gone any slower to finding her, he wouldn’t have been able to save her. but thankfully, levi was able to use the last bit of his gas all at once to throw himself forward and push her out of the way.

he seriously couldn’t catch a break as this resulted in him getting himself caught in the titan's grip. his blades weren't drawn prior to being grabbed so cutting himself out was impossible. the giant had levi's entire lower half engulfed in its hand. if his second in command hadn’t been there he would have for sure been a goner.

it was y/n’s turn to play hero, as she flew in and swiftly sliced the titan's nape, freeing not only her captain but also her partner from definite doom.

levi wished he could say it was a clean save, but he couldn't deny the bone crunching he heard below him. they arrived back home in one piece with only levi's broken leg to report.

so not only had he injured his leg again, but it was worse than his sprained ankle from the forest. the captain was even more upset when the medics informed him that he had to be benched for six weeks. that meant no physical activity for six weeks. yes, that includes sex.

over the course of his healing, there were many times when he claimed to be okay so he could accompany his team on expeditions, only to be rushed back to bed by his colleagues. many people even urged y/n to nail down the door to her and levi’s shared room in order to keep him trapped in there. y/n laughed off the idea, not even considering it because she knew levi would only feel more tempted to break out. a few nails wouldn’t stop him. the only thing he could say he enjoyed about his time off was having y/n as his "personal nurse," when she wasn’t off with the rest of the team. she still had to stop things from getting too heated every now and then.

“doctor’s orders !” she’d always say as she stopped a heated make out session or after he had tried to pull her into his lap.

when it came to more domestic care, levi hated having her watch after him. he definitely appreciated it, but the last thing he wanted was to be a burden to her. he wasn’t just burdening her with his personal care, but also the burden of the entire team since she would be his replacement for the time being. many times he tried to wave off his partner and tell her he could manage on his own before he finally told her he didn’t want to have to rely on her. he was surprised when she brushed back the hair in front of his forehead to kiss his forehead, whispering that she wanted to take care of him and help him. 

finally, he had reached the sixth week and was ready to hit the sky again. the morning of the latest mission, y/n noticed levi had a bit of a pep in his step as he prepared to venture outside the walls for the first time in a few weeks. she giggled at his poor attempts to get excited since he wasn't the best at expressing his emotions, but she felt a little guilty since she didn't have the heart to tell him that he was once again sitting this one out.

hanji had pulled y/n aside the night before and broken the news to her. she explained that although his road to recovery had been going well, he needed to take one more week to ensure that he was completely healed. it hurt y/n’s heart a little bit to hear this. over the last few weeks she watched her partner practically counting down the days until his return, so she made sure to tell hanji that she wouldn't be the one breaking the news to him.

hanji also knew how restless her friend was and wasn't sure if she would comeback alive after telling him the news, so she waited until the last possible second to tell him. literally, word got around that it was time to make the final preparations before heading off when she pulled him aside and told him.

he was enraged to say the least. he grabbed the front of hanji's shirt and pulled her down to his level as he began to chew her out in front of everyone. the soldiers awkwardly shuffled past the two, definitely not wanting to get involved. it wasn't until y/n came and informed the two of them that it was time to go when he finally let go of her. hanji laughed nervously and decided to give the couple one last minute of alone time as she headed back to her squad.

there was a lot they wanted to say to each other, levi wanting to tell y/n to be careful and y/n wanting to apologize for not telling him sooner, but they both knew this wasn't the time for a conversation. y/n put on a determined face and told him that she would do her best to lead the team in his place, offering him a salute, then headed over to join the others.

levi was super bummed. he waited behind and watched as the horses left to make their way towards the outer walls before he sulked to himself and retreated back to his quarters to finish the less exciting side of his job; paperwork.

it had been a few hours since the cadets had left that morning, so the golden sunlight that was now pouring through levi's windows notified him that they should be back any minute now. he stood up from his small desk and stretched his back that had started to stiffen up from sitting in his chair for the last few hours. many nights had been spent sleeping in the same chair, but he swore it was more comfortable sleeping in it than doing paperwork it in.

he took a look around the room and saw the rays of sun illuminated the dust particles floating through the air. it annoyed him to say the least, as he had yet to find a way to clean the air. for now, he would settle for sweeping the room one last time. just as he was pulling a broom out of the closet, a hard knock came from his door.

"captain levi ?" a young soldier called from the other side. levi was slightly annoyed that he was being interrupted, but he managed to keep the ‘this better be important,’ thoughts to himself.

he placed the broom back in the closet and made his way to the door. upon opening it, he saw the distressed look on the soldier's face.

"what is it ?" levi pryed, not really sure what to expect at this point.

the soldier straightened up and cleared his throat. "the first group from today's expedition has arrived with a report. the rest of the scouts are on their way back now, but i was told to hand you the part of the report that regards the condition of your team." the boy held out the paper in his hand for his superior to take.

levi practically ripped the paper out of the soldier’s hand, causing him to flinch a little, but it was understandable. a million scenarios were playing through levi’s mind about what could have happened. he feared that once again he had lost his entire squad and had to start all over again. it was a pain he never wanted to live through again, especially since his lover was apart of his team this time.

his eyes quickly scanned the clearly hastily scribbled words, searching for words like death, killed, and eaten. the was almost at the end of the page when he realized he hadn’t heard anything terrible yet. eren ended up not needing the use his titan form, mikasa had another impressive kill streak, armin and connie were in a bit of a predicament but got out fine, and jean and sasha were safe too. the only one that had been yet to mentioned was y/n.

in an attempt to distract a group of titans from one of her fellow soldiers whose ODM gear was malfunctioning, y/n l/n used herself as bait. she was successful in saving the soldiers life, but one of the titans caught ahold of one of her gear’s cables and she was thrown to the ground. l/n was found unconscious by armin arlert and she is currently being watched until the group arrives and she can be transported to the infirmary for a full check up.

levi’s heart sank deeper and deeper into his stomach with every word he read. y/n was always putting others first regardless of how dangerous a situation was. she was selfless to a fault. he warned her many times that something like this would happen, but she never listened. her heart would never let her not help someone in need. it was one of the things he loved about her the most.

the awkward shuffling of the messenger soldier’s feet brought levi back to reality. before waving him off, levi asked if there was any more information than what was shared in the report, but he shook his head.

the soldier finally left, leaving levi frozen in the middle of his room. the report was too vague for him to know what to think or do. 

how high was she from the ground when she fell ? did she just get knocked out ? or did she hit her head hard enough to cause internal bleeding ? 

the thought that her current condition could be much different from the report also crossed his mind. y/n was stated to only be unconscious, but she could have gotten worse since. 

there’s no point in pondering the what-ifs, he reminded himself, but it was easier said than done. he moved over to his neatly tucked bed and sat down on the edge of it, resting his elbows on his knees and holding his head in his hands.

he didn’t know what he would do if he lost her. what the team would do if they lost her. before he could fall back into his dark thoughts about his partner’s condition, a large commotion came from outside alerting him that the cadets were back.

with a small stumble as he jumped up from his bed, levi sprinted out of his room to go outside. there were already a lot of people crowding around the carts and horses, so he did his best to slip past them all. the people in the way that had managed to see his face instantly moved aside, not wanting to anger the captain after seeing the intense look on his face.

after making his way to the front of the crowd, levi scanned the area in search of y/n, having no luck until he heard a familiar voice yelling ‘captain.’

his eyes met with eren’s who was waving frantically in order to flag down his captain who was now quickly making his way over to the group.

“she’s alright,” the titan shifter called out over the other voices in the crowd. levi didn’t want to get his hopes up as he wasn’t sure how accurate eren’s words were, but regardless, a wave of relief came over him.

as he pulled up next to the cart they were sitting in, levi also met armin, who nodded in agreement with what eren was saying. the blond opened his mouth to add onto what his friend had said, when he was interrupted.

“where’s levi ?”

hearing his partner’s voice almost brought levi to his knees. the weight of not knowing her condition finally fell off his shoulders. he peered over the side of the cart to see y/n laying on the ground on her back with a white bandage wrapped around her entire head. her face instantly lit up when she saw him.

the girl jumped up and threw herself onto the captain, wrapping her arms around his neck in a tight hug. if this were any other situation he would’ve told her to get off of him, but right now he allowed himself to wrap one arm around her back and placed his free hand on the back of her head, pulling her closer to him.

levi couldnt bring himself to scold her for being too rough while she was injured. instead, he sighed and hugged her tighter.

“thank god you’re okay,” he breathed out against her hair. he felt her smile widen as she nuzzled her head deeper into the crook of his neck.

after the two finally pulled apart from each other, levi immediately took y/n to the infirmary where they confirmed she only had a minor concussion.

the moment they entered their shared room for the night, levi pulled y/n in for another hug. she graciously accepted, wrapping her tired arms around his middle.

he pulled back and brought up a hand to brush her hair away from her face so he could place a soft kiss on her forehead where her bandages previously were.

y/n placed her hands on levi’s cheeks and gently pulled his face down so she could plant a kiss on his lips. levi eagerly kissed back and began taking careful steps backwards to lead her onto the bed.

they now sat on the edge of the bed and kiss turned more passionate, with y/n opening her mouth to swipe her tongue across levi's lower lip asking for entrance into his mouth. he eagerly accepted, greeting her tongue with his own as they made out.

without breaking the kiss, y/n carefully straddled herself onto levi's lap taking extra care to not put too much pressure on his healing leg. however, her plans became a lost cause when he grabbed her hips to meet his. her eyes widened as she felt his bulge between her legs. tension built up in her core as she instinctively rolled her hips forward to grind herself against his clothed crotch.

it was levi's turn for his eyes to widen as a wave of pleasure swept across his body. he broke the kiss to meet his partner's lustful eyes as she recoiled her hips back once again to bring herself more pleasure. he sharply inhaled before kissing her deeply one last time before throwing her off his lap.

y/n flopped down on the bed next to him, laughing, but she took the hint and started undressing herself like he did. once their clothes were in a messy heap on the floor, levi took a moment to pull her head close to him so he could kiss the side of it, worried he had only made her concussion worse when he threw her off of him moments ago.

“are you okay ?” he pressed, lips still against her head.

y/n laughed and placed her hand on top of his that was on the side of her head. “i told you a million times that im okay, my love.”

“and i’ll ask you a million more times just to be sure,” he replied, pulling back.

as he moved away, y/n grabbed the sides of his face and pulled him in for another deep kiss. one of the captain's hands placed itself on the small of her back to pull her closer while the other felt around behind her looking for the bed. once he gripped the sheets, he brought the hand up to the other side of her back and took a step to turn his own back towards the bed, then fell onto it, pulling y/n down with him so she would land on top of him.

he cringed as he remembered her concussion and quickly asked if she was okay, only for her to laugh once again and reassure him she was fine. before levi could ask anymore questions or make anymore quips, she returned her lips to his. their tongues explored each other’s mouths, searching every inch of each other’s caverns.

she pulled her lips away from his to smile at him while she slowed her breathing. the sight alone was enough to make levi fall in love all over again. her messy h/c hair fell perfectly, combined with her eyes filled with pure adoration from looking at him and the goofy smile that was on her lips. no one had ever looked at him the way she had. his eyes tore apart from hers and trailed down to see the rest of her body.

"you're absolutely perfect," he whispered, just loud enough for y/n to hear as he took in every curve on her body. levi thanked the stars that the moon was bright enough tonight to let him see the soft pink hue that spread across her cheeks as he complimented her.

she leaned in close to his ear and whispered "as are you," back to him. each movement of her lips tickled against his earlobe. it sent a shiver down his spine. y/n shifted her body weight so that she was now sitting up and straddling his lap once again. her right hand met his strong chest, then dragging down to his toned abdomen followed by his lower stomach.

y/n scooted back so she could get a full view of  his hardened cock. her index finger traced a straight line from the base of his member to the tip. it took a lot of self control for levi keep himself from shuddering as her nail softly grazed the side of his cock.

levi propped himself up with his elbows. to get a good look at what she was doing. he watched as her hand went back to the base of his shaft and her fingers wrapped around it. she started slowly pumping him, resulting in his breaths becoming deeper. he closed his eyes for a mere second when a new wave of pleasure swept across him that made his eyes roll back in his head.

y/n had lowered her face and began sucking on just the head of his cock while her hand's pace quickened. her cheeks hollowed out from the pressure of sucking his tip and he fisted one of his hands into her hair. he didn't push her head down, rather, he gripped it to stimulate pleasure for her as well as to let her know he was enjoying what she was doing.

she hummed against him and started to incorporate her tongue as she swirled it around his head, which sent yet another wave of pleasure throughout his body. when y/n added her free hand to the mix, using it to fondle his balls, the stimulation almost became too much for levi to stand. he used the fist in her hair to pull her off him and up to his face.

a small dribble of spit leaked out of the corner of her mouth. before y/n had a chance to wipe it, levi was pulling her forward and swiping his tongue against her mouth to lick it off, then planted open mouth kisses down her face and up her jawline until he reached her neck where began to suck her skin and create a few hickeys. she slowly leaned her head back to give him better access to her neck.

she said a silent thank you when she realized the marks were placed just low enough to be hidden by the collar of her white shirt so no one would know a thing the next day. everyone already freaked out enough when they found out y/n and levi were a couple.

without removing his lips from her neck, levi lifted y/n from her hips then moved one of his hands to feel the folds of her pussy. she was soaking wet, so all her had to do was cover his index and middle fingers with his slick before he slowly slid them both inside of her. a low moan came from y/n’s parted lips as levi’s fingers went deeper inside of her. 

he pumped them slowly, reaching deeper each time until he was knuckles deep into her core. when he curled his fingers to hit her g-spot, she had had enough.

“inside of me...i need you inside of me levi,” y/n moaned, digging her nails into his back. levi laughed to himself at how desperate his lover had become from just his fingers. it was clear to him that he needed to avoid any injuries that could put a halt to his sex life at all costs from now on. 

he pulled his wet fingers out of her and gripped his cock, making sure to cover it with her juices that were still on his fingers so it would be easier to push inside of her, then positioned himself with her entrance. y/n moaned once again as his tip rubbed against her folds before sliding into her. she sharply inhaled as his head entered her. levi gave her a moment to signal that she was ready before thrusting deeper inside of her. after a few weeks of abstinence, y/n needed a bit longer to get adjusted.

after about a minute, levi was able to thrust his hips up and push his full length inside of her as she dug her nails deeper into his back. he knew it was payback for him marking up her neck when she broke her hazy gaze to give him a smirk. just for that, he pulled himself almost completely out of her, then thrusted balls deep back into her, hard.

y/n’s hand flew off her partner’s back and onto her mouth to stifle the loud moan that almost escaped. she shot him a fake glare and he returned the smirk she had given him earlier. levi wanted nothing more than to hear her call out his name loudly, but it wasn’t worth the harassment he’d face from his colleagues the next day.

after she had composed herself, y/n removed her hand from her mouth and placed it on her partner’s bicep. he stopped thrusting into her, knowing she wanted to take over. just like he had thought, y/n started to rock her hips so she was grinding on him much like she had done whilst they were still clothed.

the pleasure was much more enjoyable now that he was inside her. each time she rolled her hips forward, his cock hit her cervix. now it was levi’s turn to stifle a moan, as y/n road him into ecstasy. his grip on her hips increased which most definitely left yet another mark on her skin.

the fact that y/n was biting her lower lip also didn’t go unnoticed by the captain. whenever she did this it was a sure fire way of telling him she was close to her release. he wrapped one arm around her back and in a swift motion flippped both of them over so that y/n was on her back and he was hovering over her.

she let out a small squeal at his sudden shift and wanted to scold him for not being careful with his leg, but her words were lost as he snapped his hips against hers. she once again went to cover her mouth to avoid her moans escaping, but levi’s hands interlocking with her own prevented her from doing so. he gave both her hands a quick squeeze before going back to thrusting himself into her. her eyes stayed trained on his, while his watched the way she engulfed his cock. it drove him so crazy she could feel him twitch inside of her. he high was near, but there was no way he was going to let himself finish before his partner.

he focused more on his thrusts, moving his hips better so he would hit her g-spot harder with each thrust. the way he rolled his hips to meet her core finally sent her over the edge. he kissed her deeply as she moaned against his lips while he continued to ride out her climax. even after she had come down from her high, levi kept thrusting into her, chasing his own release.

the overstimulation was enough to send her over the edge again, this time being joined by his own release. he let out a low grunt as he finished inside of her painting her inner walls with his cum.

levi pumped into y/n three more times before he stopped and fell onto her chest, not even bothering to pull out. after six weeks of no sex, their orgasms were both super intense.

“maybe we should wait another six weeks before our next round if it’s gonna be that good again,” y/n teased.

levi’s head shot up so he could see her face. y/n bust out laughing when he finally realized she was kidding. levi rolled his eyes and pushed himself off her so he could slide out of her.

the mix of their juices that escaped her as he unsheathed his cock from her made his member twitch back to life, becoming hard again.

“or i guess we could go again right now,” y/n added after sitting up herself and seeing his hard on.

levi smiled and pushed her back down gently then hovered over top of her once again.

“that’s more like it.”

[readyandnot]

hbs ranking and reactions to sam w/ @morgansplace :))

MORGAN-

1. Sam

2. Lasko

3. Geordi

4. Asher

5. Milo

6. Gavin

7. Damien & Huxley

8. Vincent

9. David

ME-

sam

damien and huxley

milo

vincent

geordi

lasko

gavin

asher

david

our reactions are down here lol

r is me m is morgan

m- OMGOMGOGMGOMG

r-“hold your damn horses" SAM

YOU COWBOY

m-SAM MY LOVE I MISSED YOU

r-AHHHHHHH MY LOVEEEEE

r-“ acting like you haven't seen all of me" omg-

m- OH MY GOD

r- I WILL WHISTLE AT YOU

m- HAHAHHAHAHA YES

r- MANS IS BLUSHINGGG

YOU ARE FLUSTERED

m- YES YOU ARE LMAO

m- my god i missed him so much

r- me toooooo

r- THE FIRST DARLIN LETS GOOOOO

m- AHHHHHH

r- “now hush” make me-

m- NIGHT SWIM <33

r- “nocturnal inclinations” why he speaking like avior

m- IM IN LOVE WITH HIS VOICE

r- HIS LAUGHHHHH

m- KISSESSSS

r- kisses <33

r-“you're a hella of a sight yourself darlin" sam-

please-

marry me

m- sam, c'mon, please

*sam gets in the water*

m-OH?

r-AYO

m- I PANICKED

r- that’s not the only thing wet- i’m not sorry.

m- LMAOOO YOU SHOULDNT BE

m- SMOOTH FINISH FROM NEW SOUTHERN

FLAVOR I LOVE THAT

r-“oh yeah? good luck” FUCK OMG

m-oh 😳

r- I WILL DUNK YOU BOI

LETS GO

m- Sam 1v1 you and me

I lose, let's go

r- oh? what's the reward if we win-

r- more kissesssss:))

m- I LOVE THEM SM: (

r-his whispers fuck me

m-HAJDIAJFUADJ LMAO

r-true Imao

m-you forgot the,

I'm a comedian

r-BAHHAHAHAHHA

m-I AM NOT SORRY

m- Sam was a poet in another life

r-they are soulmates i'm crying

they're so cute

m-I'M SO SOFT

as always

How did this ended

Being

Nsfw

*sam mentions riding solo*

r- i love riding you-

IM NOT WRONG

m- NO YOU ARE NOT.

m-HIS LAUGH <3333

r- AHHHHH<33 I LOVE HIS LAUGH

r- awwww vincent :))

YAYYYYY LOVELY MENTION

m- I LOVE WHEN THEY MENTION OTHER CHARACTERS

LETS GOOOOOOOO

*sam talking about vampire life*

r- why does this feel like foreshadowing

r- VIN AND SAMMMMM THEYRE BROTHERS YOUR HONOR

m- :(((( THEYRE FAMILY

r-"family takes care of each other" i'm soft

m-FOUND FAMILY IS THE BEST

m-:(@($(@*$£!*$ SOFT MOMENT ALLERT

ALERT

r-you don't need to thank me :((

"too bad darlin" fuck i can't resist that

m-you can step on me and I'll say sorry

r-YOURE NOT LIMITING ME MY SLEEP

SCHEDULES FUCKED ANYWAY

r-cut him off with kiss!!!!

m-KISSESSS LET'S GO

m-:( GOD HE'S SO SWEET

r-SAM YOU SENTIMENTAL SWEETIE

MORE KISSES WE ARE SPOILED

m-I'm already nervous and they're just talking

m-Please help

r-THERE IT IS

m-OH??AYO???

r-busy in what way-

m-all of them

m-“nothing just”

FUCK ME GOD

m-AAAAA IM SO SOFT

r-“having you in my arms after dancing around each

other this long" SAMMMM

r-“the lingering touches and knowing glances" omg

m-I'm soft.

and I'm-

Stop.

r-“the trust" umm i'm dead

m-MY GOD

r- “steady" SAAAAAM

m-THAT'S SO SWEET

r-“presenting more than feeling, with you it's real"

AWWWWW

THATS SO RELATABLE

SAAAAAAAM

m-THWWHISPERRS

r-omg the parallels with him and vincent saying "it's a

gift

m-Imnotg-

m-IAMFIAMFOAKFLAFKKSFJJAD><

r-ily so much OMG

m-PLEASE HELTP

r-YES I AM GETTING HANDSY

r-HOW COULD I NOT

m-OH MY GOD

r-yeah yeah shut up and kiss

DEFINITELY ROAMING

m-Yeah less talking more kissing

r-omg he's starting to moan

m-AND I'M STARTING TO COLLAPSE

r-“don't get mad get even" YESSSSS

m-That's the official phrase of the channel

r-HARD TO RESIST FUCK

m-I'm asthmatic it's not fun if I say I CAN'T BREATHE

LAMDOAMFOKAFKANF

r- BODY PRAISE

m- AY DIOS MIO

kink kink moment

r-“oh lord" THERE IT ISSS

m-Where's my oh my god darlin, mhmm????

r-"every curve and line pressing back into my touch"

fuck

r”Whiskey heat" AYOOOO

m-SIX MINUTES STILL??? OH MY GOD

r-WHAT

I CALLED IT

WHAT FID I FUCKING TELL YOU

"fuck darlin" I TOLD YOU

m-GOD

SEER

m-YOU'RE A FUCKING SEER

Oh my god

r-“just like that" FUCK

I CALLED THAT TOO OMFG

m-sam fuck me please

r-"i wanna kiss and touch and taste every inch of this

god damn body of yours" PLEASEEEE

m- You can, by the way

no feeding? :( IPREFER THE FEEDI-

r-“you set my senses on fire" well i sure hope so

r-“you make me ache" PARALLELS WITH VINCENT

m-AYOOO SAMM

r-HOLY FUCK

m- 😳💗👁™️🎤😰👐🏻📸🦴😯™️👁‼️™️🙇‍♂️👑🦴🤲🏻🤲🏻🤲🏻👐🏻👐🏻👐🏻👐🏻👐🏻

that’s a cry for help

morse code

r-GET THE DAMN TRUNKS OFF

omg his moans-

“you keep bucking like that, and i might just have to

take you up on the offer" yes.

r-“yeah i didn't think so"

OMG

MORGAN

m-AJImf aadj

WHAFO

r-"Oh god almighty" HOLY SHIT

m- AYUDA ME MATO

r-HIS FUCKING MOANA

m- M ACABO DE MORIR

r-“ i stay hooked on you" fuck me

"oh yeah" SAM

m-YES

SAMUEL COLLINS PLEASE FUCK ME

r-SLIDE IT OFF

m-If you don't do it I will

r-“ i wanna feel all of you against me" fucking hell

r-TAKE IT OFF

GETTING EVEN GETTING FUCKED MORE LIKE

m-I SWEAR TO GOD THIS MAN IS KILLING ME

UAJDJAJDJADJAJDJAJS

r-“sweet jesus darlin"

m-SWEET JESUS

LMAO

OH MY GOD

r-samuel collins- fuck me at this address at this time,

don't be late sincerely, everyone

[harryspet]

off to the races (2) s.rogers

[Warnings] dark!steve rogers x reader, stripper!reader, ddlg, daddy!steve, abduction/kidnapping, mafia boss steve, bondage, a hint of peter x reader, toxic/abusive relationship, hella angst, little editing 

A/N: im mentally shutting down because of school but at least i have mob!steve :)

In which you don’t want to be Daddy’s secret anymore.

word count: 3.5k

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“Woah, dude, your room is awesome. Awe, you have all the good movies. I haven’t seen The Jungle Book in forever!” 

“Peter, look!” You waved him over to the window, ignoring his astonishment for the paradise Steve had created for you. Peter stood there dumbly for a moment before walking over to the window beside your bed. 

You heard the loud whirring of helicopter spinning blades echoing through the room even with the window closed. It was landing in the field behind the manor and you were questioning why Steve was making such a grand entrance today. You’d been stuck in this house for three weeks now and nothing this exciting had happened yet, “Who’s helicopter is that?” You looked back at Peter who’d crossed his arm nervously. 

“Uhm … probably … maybe-” You scoffed, before looking back at the view. The helicopter was a sleek, black color and, as you narrowed, your eyes could make out some words written in gold. 

“Stuh …. Stark …. Industries. Stark Industries,” You were calm as you took in the info before the realization hit you, “Stark Industries! Is Tony Stark here? Holy …. pancakes.”

Peter smiled, seemingly amused by your excitement, “Pancakes?”

“Steve doesn’t like it when I-” You stopped yourself from explaining, realizing there was a bigger situation at hand, “We have to go check things out. Get a closer look!”

“No way,” Peter shook his head, “I’m here to make sure you stay in this room.”

You rolled your eyes, “So Tony Stark must be here then, right?”

“I can neither confirm nor deny that,” Peter pressed his lips together like he was struggling to hold in all the secrets he knew. 

“How the hell does Steve know Tony Stark? Stark is dirty too? I should’ve known … flipping rich people.”

“Flipping?”

You took a step toward him and despite the fact you were wearing a pair of fairy wings, he still seemed intimidated by you, “What do you want, huh? A raise?”

“Uhm … I don’t think you can do that … can you?”

“Of course I can. Steve is wrapped around my finger.”

Peter cocked an eyebrow, “But he’s Steve Rogers …”

“Look around this room for goodness sake! He does anything I want. If I tell him all about how you’re a great worker, how you’re a good friend to me, he’ll surely be appreciative. Might even give you a promotion and maybe you won't have to play babysitter anymore.”

He considers it just for a moment, “If he does anything you want then why are you locked in this house?”

“Fine, fine, so I don’t have complete control but I have some. I could be helpful to you in the future!” 

“Y/N, if something went wrong he’d probably chop me up into little pieces and send them to my Aunt. Or he’d chop up my aunt and make me watch … depends on the kinda mood he’s in.”

You stared back at him, trying not to let the look on your face falter, “ … I’ll give you my movie collection?” 

“I’m sorry but-��

“It’s my birthday soon?”

“I can’t,” Peter stated, sighing, “I’ve got pressure on me right now, and things have to go right tonight. It’s like a huge deal. I never get to go to stuff and the party is-” He stopped his rambling when he realized he’d said too much. 

“Party?” Peter opened his mouth and closed it again. He turned away from you, eyes wide, and made his way to the door. Of course, you chased after him, placing yourself between him and the door, “What party?”

“Please move,” Peter begged, “I really can’t talk about it.”

“I won’t say anything, I promise!” You were the one begging now, “He doesn’t tell me anything at all. Can you imagine how I’m feeling? I’ll do everything you say, I won’t try anything, I just want to know what's going on …. please?”

“Steve can’t know,” You nodded eagerly and he finally gave in, probably because of your spectacular puppy dog eyes, “Tony Stark is having a party tonight, that’s where Steve’s going, and most of us are going to. A pretty important deal is happening.”

“Why doesn’t Steve want me to go?” You frowned a bit.

“I don’t think he wants anybody to know about you, to keep you safe, that kind of thing.”

“Right,” You nodded, “Even if I go crazy while he does that.”

Peter looked sympathetic, “I’m sorry.”

“I know this thing with me and Steve is not ordinary but is it crazy of me to not want to be a secret? Even after everything …”

You could tell Peter wasn’t expecting a deep question nor did he expect you’d confide in him, “I don’t think so,” Peter was trying to understand, you could see it in his eyes. He rubbed the back of his neck as if he wasn’t sure, “Obviously … you - uhm - care about him. I wouldn’t want to be the secret of someone I care about.”

He was taken aback when you suddenly hugged him. Unsure if he could hug you back, he awkwardly patted your shoulder which made you giggle, “Can I paint your nails?”

“What? No.”

“I have colors that aren’t girly.” “Hmm … can you do cool stuff like the shapes and sparkles?”

“Of course,” You smiled, “Step into my salon.”

+

“I didn’t get my sticker this week,” You bounced back from your toes to your heels, watching Steve as he got ready in his closet. He was fixing his tie in the mirror, making sure it was absolutely perfect, along with the rest of the look. Freshly trimmed beard and an aftershave that smells intoxicating. He smelt like money and looked like it too. That’s probably exactly how you would want to look in front of Tony Stark. 

“You skipped dinner two days in a row, doll.”

You were frowning but it wasn’t like he was focused on you anyways, “But I did better after that,” You whined.

“I know, baby, you can try again next week.”

“Maybe if you were here then I wouldn’t have missed it,” You whispered, playing with your fingernails, “But I’m stuck here and you get to go out and have your fun.”

“Have my fun?” He questioned, buttoning up his jacket. 

“You get home so late … I’m sure you go to your clubs, booze it up and talk to girls.”

He chuckled a bit, “You think I’m flirting with other women?”

“I don’t think, I know,” You leaned against the doorway, “You’re a guy, aren’t you? That’s what you do.”

He finally turned to you, and you felt your breath hitch in your throat. He was as handsome as ever, like a movie star, “Doll, my days are long because I’m traveling from here to the city every day. I want to fall asleep and wake up with you. There isn’t and never will be anyone who I’d rather do that with.” 

As he came closer, you knew he was going to lift you into his arms. Ever since he took you from the club and you sobbed into his shoulders, you’d find solace in his arms. Even if his hands were causing your hurting, they still felt warm and loving, “You don’t mean that,” You whispered, muffled against his shoulder. 

“What can I do to prove it to you?”

“Take me with you,” You said and you felt him stiffen. 

“It’s not safe,” He tried to explain. 

“Are you embarrassed by me?” 

“No, no,” He rushed out, carrying you out of the closet and into the bedroom. “Why would you even ask that?”

“Because of what I do, what I used to do-”

“No, Y/N. I’ve never felt that way,” His tone was more concerned that it ever had been before, “Look at me, please?”

Begrudgingly, you lifted your head. You hated that you were feeling jealous or inadequate, “You took care of yourself all these years and I know you still can,” He continued, “Let me protect you now.”

“I’m not a baby.”

Steve could sense the small bit of pride still left in you and decided not to push you on it anymore, “Could’ve fooled me,” Steve smiled slightly, bouncing you in his arms, “Let me tuck you in, grumpy.”

“The sun just set!” 

“It wasn’t actually a request,” He was already carrying you away. 

“Wait, wait, wait,” You resisted, “Can I sleep in here? I’ll go to sleep right away, I promise.”Steve stopped, thinking it over for a moment, “I like that the … sheets smell like you, Daddy,” You added, knowing that was what he wanted to hear. It wasn’t fully a lie but you had other motives for not wanting to go back to your room. For one, your room locked from the outside and his didn’t. Besides that, you were almost sure that one of your stuffed bears had a camera inside its eye. 

Steve tucked you into his california king-sized bed that night and watched you fall asleep until it was time for him to go. You felt the kiss he pressed to your forehead and, for a brief moment, you thought about changing your plans. 

That feeling didn’t last long. 

+

For such an expensive car, you thought your ride would be a lot smoother and much more comfortable. Turns out, hiding in any trunk, no matter how luxurious, behind big boxes of unknown items, was not a pleasant experience. An hour into the drive, you finally decided that you’d had enough and you needed to get the feeling back into your limbs. Besides that, you needed to check and make sure that your hair and makeup stayed in place. 

When you climbed over the seat from the trunk to the backseat, the car instantly swerved before the driver corrected its path, “Y/N, holy shit!” Peter shouted, obviously frightened out of his mind but you were focused on making sure all the layers of your dress made it safely back into their places, “What the fuck? What the actual fuck?”

“Oh, calm down,” You said, looking at him through the rearview, “Just keep driving.”

“Are you out of your mind? If Steve sees you he’s going flip his shit!” 

“Peter, you okay in there, kid?” You heard Bucky’s staticky voice over Peter’s radio. The younger man picked it up and answered, his eyes still focused on you. 

You placed a finger over your lips and Peter gave you a death stare, “Yeah, I’m fine … I thought I saw a squirrel.”

A caravan of three cars surrounded Steve’s car as they all drove down this dark, winding road that you assumed would lead to Tony Stark’s mansion, “Did you not comprehend a single word I said?” Peter shouted, “Do you want me to get killed?”

“This is my problem,” You said, “Steve will know that you had nothing to do with it, I promise. But tonight is going to go super well so it won’t even matter. Steve is going to see me and realize he’s crazy not to show me off and then we’re going to go to the party and I’m going to charm everyone with my personality which is going to make him a ton of friends and even more money. Everyone wins.”

Peter was shaking his head the entire time as he listened to your rambling,  “Y/N, I understand that you want to be more to Steve and you don’t want to be in the dark but this isn’t the way! This isn’t some charity event or some art gala, these are dangerous people.”

“But Tony Stark-”

“Is as dirty as it gets,” Your heart began to race a bit, “And Steve cannot just let everyone know his biggest weakness, even if they are his allies.”

His biggest weakness. 

Suddenly, your mind was racing with thoughts of moments with Steve. Meeting him, going on your first dates, the hotel meetings, and the passionate kisses that always left you feeling like he felt more about you than he admitted. You never saw yourself as his weakness. 

I want to fall asleep and wake up next to you. 

When you snapped out of your trance, Peter had his walkie-talkie pressed to his chin, “Guys, uhm, we have a stowaway,” You slumped back in your seat, and when the car eventually came to a stop, you wished you were still tucked away in Steve’s bed. You think Peter was calling your name, probably apologizing and telling you how he had to follow orders but, honestly, you had tuned him out, “I-I don’t know …. I thought I checked everything …”

Your dress was adorable too, covered in pastels, while still remaining elegant. You imagined Steve's heart with flutter at the sight of you, instead, he was fuming. He was always so stoic, so full of composure, that the change frightened you. He grabbed you roughly by your upper arm, pulling you from the backseat, and slamming the door shut. Pressed against the car, you looked into those blue-green eyes that were anything except nice. 

“I didn’t mean to for all this,” Was all you could muster up the courage to say, “I just wanted to come with you-”

He shushed you before you got your words out, “We’ll talk about it later.”

You wished he would just yell at you now. He could bend you over right now and you’d prefer that over his silence and the obvious disappointment in his tone, “Later? But-” He pulled you away from the car and you stumbled in your heels as he pulled you along the dark road. 

He brought you towards the last car in the caravan and Sam stepped out from behind it, closing the trunk, before handing something shiny to Steve, “What are you doing?” You asked shakily, the cold wind of the night blowing your dress. 

“Turn around, face the car,” He ordered you and you feared whatever punishment you were about to receive would be worse if you disobeyed him. Slowly, you turned around and he wasted no time grabbing your wrist. You heard the metal click of handcuffs as they tightened around your wrist. You felt his strong hands on your waist and, as he lifted your dress, you assumed the worst. Your panties slipped down and as Steve lowered himself with them. 

“Steve, please talk to me?”

To your surprise, as you stepped out of your underwear, you felt the click of metal around your ankles. When he stood back up, he grabbed your arm again, pulling you back so you were pressed against his chest, “Daddy will deal with you later,” His breath against your ear sent shivers down your spine, “Don’t worry, doll … open your mouth.”

“If you just let me explain-”

You weren’t sure why you even wanted to. He left your brain scrambled and wondering why you even did the things that you did. 

“I won’t ask you again.”

Your lips parted and you realized he was forcing your panties into your mouth. The next thing that you knew, you were lying in the back seat of that car, your wrist hogtied to your ankles. And you thought sitting in the trunk would be uncomfortable. You were struggling and calling out for him and, as you expected, you were ignored. 

“Get her back as fast as you can. I’ll keep things short with Stark,” Were the last words you heard before the door shut close and all your screaming was muffled. 

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You weren’t sure at which point you’d fallen asleep. As you laid there tied up, you thought a lot about him since there was nothing else to think about. You weren’t sure how he could love you and be so cruel at the same time.  

That next morning, you awoke to sore limbs and makeup staining your pillow. Even though the car ride back was hell, you knew your punishment wasn’t over. You debated even getting out of bed, knowing what was to come. 

You finally mustered the energy to clean yourself up, washing your face, and brushing your teeth. When you stepped back into your room, you were taken aback by what was sitting in the middle of your room. A giant, life-size brown bear was happily perched before your bed, holding balloons and a Tiffany’s gift bag. 

It was exactly the opposite of what you were expecting today. You approached it cautiously, decided to sit and open up the present. You handled the bag carefully, finding an elegant white card sitting inside. 

For my favorite girl on her birthday.

Love, Daddy. 

You sighed, knowing he probably picked all of this out before you betrayed him and probably ruined any sort of trust he had between you. You hadn’t even realized it was your birthday which was probably due to the fact that you had no phone or any contact with the outside world. There was also a jewelry box inside, a gorgeous, rose-gold tennis bracelet inside. 

As you snapped it around your wrist, covering your bruises, you promised not to ask how much it cost. It would probably make you feel even worse about yesterday. 

You finished getting dressed, deciding to head downstairs for breakfast. You found Steve sitting at a table out by the pool, reading through a newspaper like a grandpa. It seemed like he was expecting you because there were pancakes and eggs waiting on the table, “Morning,” You greeted awkwardly. 

“Good morning, doll. Happy Birthday,” He responded, his eyes still focused on the newspaper. 

“Thanks,” Taking a seat in front of him, you instantly moved to grab the syrup, but the rings on his finger caught your attention. Below, you could see his knuckles were red and purple, bruised like he’d been punching something … or someone. “Your hands …” 

He folded his newspaper, taking a look at them himself. It didn’t seem to faze him as he folded them on his stomach, leaning back in his chair, “Your wrist,” He changed the subject and you wondered if he was amused by the fear in your eyes, “Do you like my gift?”

“Yeah, it’s beautiful, I love it … thank you,” Your mind was elsewhere, “What happened to your hands? Is that from last night?”

“Last night is a blur. I was so angry after your little stunt, I had to have a few drinks to even get through the rest of the night.”

“Really?” You tried to hold in your scoff, “You seem very chipper today.”

“Only because I get to see your beautiful face,” He countered, smirking. 

Your eyes narrowed at him, “What did you do?”

“That’s a broad question-”

“Did you hurt him?”

“Him?” Steve raised an eyebrow, “You mean Peter? I thought about it … I’m still thinking about it actually. If he was smarter, yesterday would have never happened but you must’ve been pretty convincing. Poor kid, he probably thought you liked him.”

“None of it was his fault! I-I was just being stupid, I was using him and he was just trying to be a good guy. Steve, please.”

“If I did, you would probably start to actually listen. You’d never try one of those crazy stunts ever again-”

“I will listen! No more stunts, I’ll be an angel from now on,” You stood up from your chair, moving around the table, “I know you’re just trying to protect me. Peter tried to tell me that and I should’ve listened.” You grabbed a hold of his hand, squeezing it tightly. 

“That’s all I want,” He added sincerely and you nodded. 

“I’ll pinky promise,” With your other hand, you held out your pinky. You thought Peter would be your way out but, here you were, begging to stay in order to keep him alive. Your pinkies wrapped around each other and you climbed into his lap. You kissed the sides of his mouth before kissing his lips. 

“Soon, we’ll take a trip together, I know you’re itching to get away.” 

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” You kissed his lips again, “Your hands … what actually happened?”

“Punching bag,” He easily explained although you were expecting a tale of horror. Holding his hand, you brought his fist to your lips, kissing them gently, “That probably wouldn’t have happened a year ago … I think you make me more gentle.”

“That’s a lot of pressure, don’t you think? Turning a beast into a prince.”

“For some reason, I have faith in you.”

+

“Peter!” You perked up as soon as he entered the living room, not realizing how grateful to see that he was still in one piece. Sam, Bucky, and Steve seemed to exchange confused glances from their places on the couch. 

Peter seemed baffled as well, “Am I in trouble or something?”

“No, we’re about to watch Coco. Wanna join?”

“There’s popcorn,” Sam added, stuffing his face.

“And cookies,” Bucky chimed in. 

Peter smiled, unsure, as he looked to Steve for permission, “Join us, son.”

“Awesome,” Peter clapped, making his way over to the couch, “This one always makes me cry.”

“Y/N, I thought you said this one wasn’t sad,” Bucky eyed you. You shrugged, snuggling yourself further into Steve’s side. You tried to hide a mischievous smile and act like you weren’t hoping to see three grown men tear up from a Disney movie. 

“Okay, press play,” You tapped Steve’s chest and he raised the remote. 

“Wait,” Steve paused, “Are all three of your nails painted?”

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i’m thinking maybe i’ll make a christmas themed part 3, we shall see :)