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scream your heart out (m)

🔪pairing: fem!reader x seventeen (???) 🔪genre: horror, slasher, smut 🔪tags: DISCLAIMIER!!! MAY NOT SUIT MOST AUDIENCES, Graphic sexual and violent imagery color coded in pink, abrupt changes in text color, features/mentions members (Chan, Seungkwan, Wonwoo, Minghao, Seungcheol, Seokmin, Junhui, Soonyoung, Joshua), established relationships, scream au!seventeen, Hybristophilia, erotophonophilia, homicidophilia, graphic images, mention panic attacks, smoking, mentions disfigurement of faces, severed body parts, knives, guns, threatening phone calls, face masks (horror), knife wielding, blood, gore, death/murder, knife play, bloody handjobs, cum mixing with blood, consensual sex but nonconsensual murder, HONESTLY SOME REALLY FUCKED UP SHIT AND IM SORRY BUT YALL SHOULD BE READING THE WARNINGS, sexual innuendos, kitchen sex, daddy kink, unprotected sex, cream pies, cuck! (??) member, voyeurism, exhibitionism, breeding kink, PLS LET ME KNOW IF IM MISSING ANYTHING PLS 🔪word count: 6.8k 🔪summary: you and your friends get caught up in a classic horror slasher movie, only it's in real life. Now you're off to fend for yourselves in Seungcheol's million dollar home. The question is, did you keep them out, or did you just lock them in? 🔪author note: thank you @multi-kpop-fanfics and @wonwussy for beta reading for me <3. here's some of their notes “I’m scratching my face to not fucking scream” “WELL SHIT BRO WHAT THE FUCK” -Zeta “It definitely does capture that slasher essence” -SJ this was so fun yet mind numbing to write but this is way more extreme than anything I’ve ever written like I lost a lot of sanity writing this. FR one of the most fucked up things I’ve ever written. I hope it was worth it. ENJOY EVERYONE and even tho it came out late HAPPY HALLOWEEN

Ever since the murders over a week ago, everyone in town has been on edge. All including the individuals most closely involved.

You had lost three core members of your eight.

Joshua, someone you’ve known since grade school who was sliced open from the back before being stabbed 8 times to the point of excessive bleeding. He had just gone out to walk his dog, the poor creature being the only reason they found his body at all. If not for the dog’s bloody paws, and the trail of blood they left behind finding help, Joshua’s cadaver would’ve lost deep in the woods.

And then Chan, your long-time boyfriend, was stabbed fifteen times in the chest. His face was so disfigured from obvious violence and what looked to be burn scars, that he was practically unrecognizable if not for the fact he died in his own home. Police are still looking for his severed arms and legs to this day with no luck.

And finally, Seungkwan, who hadn’t died but lost to the paranoia festering in his blood like a disease. That caused him to take the train to the furthest destination possible to attempt to escape death if at all possible, leaving the rest of you with only the reassuring texts he left in his wake.

All that was left was you, Seokmin, Seungcheol, Minghao, and Wonwoo; the core five.

“Okay, absolutely no one is leaving this house for the time being. Until the psycho is caught behind bars, dead, or whatever the fuck! We’re safe here.”

Seungcheol, the eldest, did just as expected: contacted the rest of you into a personal prison. Luckily, he was loaded. The prison happened to be six thousand square feet of space with countless rooms, amenities, and a housekeeper to boot. From the looks of it, it’s paradise, but it’s definitely a prison.

“Holy shit, you have an indoor basketball court?”

A prison with an indoor basketball court. And a pool apparently.

Seokmin wasted no time to enjoy these features, breaking out of his clothes and cannonballing in his underwear. If you knew any better, Seokmin didn’t even look like he went through any trauma at all. It looked like every other day for him.

“There's a murderer and you’re doing butterfly strokes?” You asked, baffled.

The golden man scoffed, reaching the edge of the pool and resting against it with his forearms. “What am I gonna do? Wallow, crying to my mom, worrying about dying, and not taking advantage of this gorgeous mansion we’re staying in?”

“Thank you, Seokmin,” Seungcheol grinned.

Seokmin winked back at him, “Of course, daddy.”

“How are you both so unserious about all this?”

Wonwoo left a kind hand against your shoulder, looking back at you with warm eyes and a small smile. “They’re grieving. Just in their own way.”

You sighed, crossing your arms. “They’re being ridiculous. We shouldn’t be here. We need to be at the police station or something.”

“You were there when I got the call. The creepy voice said no police or you all die. Remember?”

You shuddered, hands over your sides to relieve your chilled skin. “Of course I do, but we’re sitting ducks here. This isn’t any better. We need protection.”

It was Seungcheol’s turn to scoff then. He strutted in front of you, flaunting his wing span before flexing his arms and then crossing them over his chest. “Well, you have me.”

“And me,” Seokmin joined. “Pure muscle right here.”

“Maybe pure laughing gas, not sure about muscle. We’re actually living in a horror movie right now and you’re all making jokes.”

“Hey,” Wonwoo stroked your head as his soothingly deep voice serenaded you, “Don’t say that. We’ll make it out of here.”

His arms come around you, forearms pressed against your collarbones, and his chin crooked over your shoulder. “You have me too. I would run through that knife before it could get to you.”

You genuinely smile for the first time being there, your hand stroking over his embrace. Wonwoo delicately kissed the temple of your forehead, reminding you what it was like to be constantly adored.

You were grateful for what he had become in your life. Wonwoo had kept you company in your time of need. In the absence of Chan. He had come to your house with whatever he thought you might need, lent you his shoulder that you could cry on, lent his ears so that he could listen, lent his body that you could heal. In more ways than one.

“You’re right. You are.” You turned to face him, wrapping your arms around his body and meeting his eyes framed in specs of hard plastic. “You’re the first person I can sacrifice if we face them head to head.”

He mused at you. “Ooh, now look who’s pulling jokes.”

“Who said I was joking?”

“You two are disgustingly cute,” Minghao commented coming through the back door. “Horror movie rules: they get killed while having sex.”

You punched the new face right in the arm, watching him scurry away to your other friends laughing.

“Not funny, Hao.”

Minghao sneers at you, a jester smile still on his face. “Ease up, princess. Wonwoo, watch your girl.”

“Only because she’s so pretty to look at,” he briefly grinned down at you before directing his attention to Minghao sternly, “but come on. We’re all a little psyched right now. Cool it with the murder talk. Alright?”

Wonwoo pulled you aside into the dining area, ignoring the careless laughter outside. His thumb stroked against your knuckles, lips pressing sweetly against your cheeks. His grin sunk deeper in his cheeks the further he made it past your jaw and then down your neck. He felt your throat vibrate against his lips. “Wonwoo…”

“I can’t have all these guys get you heated like this. That’s my job,” he teased with a rasp.

You slightly pushed him off, your arms swung over his shoulders. “You’re so ridiculous right now.”

“Anything to put that smile on your face.”

His lips reconnected with your neck, nipping at your skin. His humming sent tingles down your spine, and he took your body to press you against the side of the counter. Your hands grasped his baggy shirt, lip close to his ear, fanning your breath against his face. You smiled like a girl in love. Obsessed. “Daddy…”

“I love it when you call me that,” he mumbled, just as love-struck, if not more. Your giggles brought out the pink on Wonwoo’s ears and cheeks while tightening the groin of his pants. You noticed immediately, cupping it in your palm, and running your finger along the seam. Your eyes skimmed over his taken expression, leaning your full weight into him. “I know there’s something else you really love.”

“Do you now?”

You nodded, your bottom lip caught between your teeth. “But do you really want to do it here? Risk getting caught?”

He leaned into your touch, allowing your fingers to take apart his pants. “Try new things right? Like you always say. Plus you’re scared. Gonna turn that fear into pleasure. Make you feel good, just what my baby deserves.”

“You're so good to me, Daddy,” you moaned.

His hand finds the hem of your shorts, pulling them down to expose yourself to the cold air. He fingered through your panties and slid two digits through your folds. He felt your breath hitch as he squeezed your clit, eliciting your soft whines. “You’re so wet down there, baby.”

“Just waiting for daddy to fuck me where anyone can find us and watch.”

Wonwoo eagerly pulled down his pants, kicking them and yours aside, but not without pocketing your underwear. He lifted you up slightly from the ground, his exposed cock hitting at your hip. “Look what you do to me.”

Your throat went dry at the sight of him, hand aching to wrap your hand around his girth and have him shoved inside you.

He didn’t let you wait a second long, and pushed in slowly inch by inch, burying himself in your pussy until he was nearly balls deep. You grasped his shoulder in a gasp, savoring the fire burning in your stomach. The girth of his cock stretched your molten walls, allowing them to melt all around his cock as he spread your legs. You writhe in his embrace, your limbs closing around his lean and toned build, already blissful from the few seconds of him being inside you.

Wonwoo’s words kissed your lips, flushed your skin, and left a permanent smile on your face. It swelled pride in his chest, better than any physical trophy would have. His hips slowly rolled against yours, letting you adjust to his size. He massaged the flesh of your side through his fingers, mentally reassuring himself you were his and his alone, but his names on your lips became more than proof.

Your hips buckled towards him in heat, matching his pace before the carnal side of him decided to fuck you like an animal. His cock then plunged sharply inside you, and then again, a whimper coming out of your lips. Your hips stuttered the harder he pounded, arching your back, you felt his hand above your ass, pushing you against him.

“Daddy…”

He lost control when it came to you, addicted—religious—the second your body came in contact with his. He loved how your fingers ran through his hair, not caring how his glasses fell off his face in the process. With drool out of the corner of his lips, he could feel the blood rush up to the surface of your skin, making him feel warm at home inside you. Throbbing, he only got harder feeling how perfectly snug you were, pricking his clammy skin with goosebumps as he bottomed out.

“You’re sopping, precious,” he murmured with a sly grin.

He had you begging, flustered, and beautiful. Your hand clasped his face as your other arm looped around his neck, swallowing his lips, anxious and thirsty for his breath. You craved every part of him viscerally. “Cum in me, daddy. Please…”

He scoffed, lips ghosting over yours. “Will you take every bit of daddy’s cum, hmm? Hold my cum inside you.”

You nodded gingerly. “Yes, yes. I promise, daddy. Give it to me please, I want you to spill your cum inside me and make me yours…”

“Hold on to me.”

You obliged, met with the hot stream of his climax, yours quick to follow. He embraced your sides, devouring your lips and muffling your whines. His loads pumped into you in erratic thrusts, fucking his cum back into you and making sure you drained him of every ounce. His fingers dug into your flesh, feeling you just come apart for him, undoing the tension that festered earlier.

But that tension was needed. It was necessary to survive. Everyone let themselves forget the current predicament, basking in the glow of the sunset until dinner time arrived. Despite the housekeeper that supposedly exists, she hadn’t been around since all of you stepped foot in the house, like a ghost presence. Seungcheol scrambled to find her—reminding you of his peculiar obsession with the woman—as he wondered when dinner would be ready since a rise in temperature or a savory scent couldn’t be found in the kitchen.

“That’s strange. She’d be finished with a whole chicken by now,” the homeowner commented, noticeably picking his nails.

“Aww,” Seokmin groaned, “Well, is there anything else to eat?”

“I mean…you can look around.”

You narrowed your eyes at him in disbelief. “This is your house. You don’t know what you have in your own house?”

“You try navigating a five-story home with countless cabinets!”

“Buy a smaller house, you prick!”

“Guys!” Minghao chimed in. “Breathe in…and out. We’ll just find food. Seungcheol, your maid, your house, your search. She’s probably fine.”

Your hands slammed against those pristine marble counters. “We are NOT splitting up right now. This is what the killer wants. She’s probably already dead and we’re fucked.”

Wonwoo came to your side, laying a cool calm over your shoulder, and rubbed your sides. You let yourself melt in his touch, his sweet voice soothing you effectively.

Seokmin sat up from his stool, “Okay, okay. I will help Seungcheol and you guys stick together.”

“That’s still splitting up!”

“Better than alone.” Seungcheol rebutted. “You guys stay.”

Despite your protests, they went on their search. Your head banged against Wonwoo’s chest, muttering in anguish about how everything was going wrong and that it’d only get worse. Meanwhile, Minghao seemed to regain some of that tension but masked the fear with the bright light of his phone, scrolling through TikTok. You didn’t know what was more annoying, sensation of imminent death possibly behind any door, or the same five songs replaying on Minghao’s feed.

After 15 minutes when they were nowhere to be seen, your patience had run thin. You picked yourself up from Wonwoo’s lap and dusted yourself off. “Fuck this. We’re finding them.”

You felt his hand on your shoulder, a concerned glow in his gaze. “Babe, hey. They’ve got it. Trust them.”

“Wonwoo, you know I can’t do that. Let’s just find them, hmm? Together?”

“Not a bad idea,” Minghao agreed. “Better in groups right? We go together, eliminate us as any potential suspects.”

Your boyfriend sighed, collected your hand, and laced his fingers through yours. “Fine.”

You were all joined together by the hip, making sure you were each other's sights. Through the wider than wingspan hallways, past the ridiculously expensive sculptures, you kept your eyes out for your estranged friends. Silence couldn’t have been more loud in these cavernous spaces, only hearing the gut feelings in your stomachs that’s churned in trepidation. Every step taken was the group closing in on the killer.

Fortitude meant nothing if the danger was already inside.

Before turning around the corner, Minghao—reluctant to lead the group—crashed into a human-sized obstacle, causing the stumble of your entire party. You all faced a wide-eyed Seungcheol with the missing young housekeeper walking hand in hand with him. Suspicious, but besides the point.

“Holy shit, we said we’d come back!”

“It’s been 20 minutes, Cheol! You guys could’ve been dead for all we know.” You retorted.

“Wait, where’s Seokmin?” Wonwoo asked, noticing he didn’t see him nearby.

“He went ahead. He needed to piss or something and meet up later.”

“You idiot.” Your eyes burned a frustrated rage. “I said don't split up. DON’T SPLIT UP! That’s the number one rule of horror movies. You’re going get us fucking killed. He could be the murderer for all we know.”

Seungcheol scoffed, shaking his head. “Seokmin? No way. He’s the last person to even think to do that.”

“Well, do you see him? No! Probably he’s off someone being Ghostface reject with his stupid little voice modulator and cheap party city costume.”

“I told you—“ Before he could finish, his phone went off in the nick of time. When he pulled it out to saw Seokmin’s caller ID on display and the owner of the device wouldn’t help but smile. “See the bastard is even calling.”

He picked up and put him on speaker, eyeing you cheekily, amped to prove you wrong. “Seok, you little shit. How long does it take to piss, huh? Just say you wanted to take a dump.”

“Oh yeah, I took the shittiest, stinkiest, fattest dump. You could probably smell all the way from the other end of the hall.”

Instead of Seokmin on the other line, all of you were met with the eerie voice that had called you multiple times before. The voice that felt like spiders crawling up your legs. The voice that had you second guess whether you locked the front and the back door. The voice whose owner had killed countless people already.

Seungcheol held the phone in a vice grip swallowing, fear stilling in his unsteady eyes. “You—Where the fuck is Seokmin, you son of a bitch?”

The morphed voice on the other end laughed, sounding bone chilling as nails against a blackboard. “What’s to say? Why don’t we play a little game to find out?”

“Mother fu—“You grabbed the phone from Seungcheol to answer in his place, cutting the older man off. “Why go through with this?”

“Why, I just want to help you find your beloved friend. All out of the kindness of my heart.”

“If it was all kindness, you could tell us where he is.”

“Where’s the fun in that?”

“Psycho,” Minghao muttered under his breath, eyes wide in shock and fear, as if registering the idea of death for the first time.

“And if we refuse?” Wonwoo interjected.

“Seokmin dies, rock for brains,” Seungcheol gritted.

“Ding, ding, ding. Or should I say, chop, chop, chop, since that’s what'll happen if you get any of my questions wrong.”

You scoffed, coming down the stairs with your friends to follow. “Have at it then, you freak.”

“Hey, hey, play nice. Maybe I’ll get too excited and decide to cut him up early.”

Seungcheol glared at you briefly before taking back the phone, storming down the stairs, and reaching the ground floor. “Ask away, as long as Seokmin is safe.”

“First an easy one. What’s your favorite scary movie, Seungcheol?”

His feet stopped at the end of the couch in his living room, stammering to answer. “What kind of fucking question—uh, The Ring?”

“Don’t lie to your friends, Seungcheol. You know that’s not the answer, that’s just what you say to anyone that asks. Say the real answer.”

“That’s the movie though!” he started to shout, visibly shaking.

“Just say it, Cheol!” Minghao pushed.

“Stop playing around Choi Seungcheol! Just say it,” You joined.

“Fine!” He faced the friends, evidently swallowing his pride as he choked up on his answer. “I never watched a goddamn scary movie! Is that what you want to hear? I get panic attacks every time I hear one in the background, why do you I’m always going off smoking when you guys put one on,” he confessed through his tears.

“Congratulations. Your first right answer. Now was that so hard? Pussy boy?”

“Fuck you,” Seungcheol sputtered, tossing the phone back to you.

“Next question. ‘The Texas Chainsaw Massacre,’ Leatherface is known for wearing a mask when it was in fact several. How many and what were they in the original movie?”

“Who the fuck would know an answer like that?” Minghao croaked in disbelief.

“Three. A ‘Killing Mask’, an ‘Old Lady Mask’ and a ‘Pretty Woman Mask.’” Wonwoo calmly answers, garnering horrified looks all around. “I wanted to be a filmmaker, remember?”

“Correct. Next question. What Was Freddy Krueger's serial killer nickname before he died?”

“It’s on the tip of my tongue,” you said slightly panicked, “Wonwoo?”

“The Springwood slasher.”

“Wow, Another amazingly correct answer. Hold on to that one, Y/n. He’s a keeper. He’s smart and fucks your brains out to the point of you screaming bloody murder? What a catch.”

You didn’t respond, impatience seething on the tip of your tongue, “Just tell us where this is all going.”

“Patience, sweetheart. Last question. What exact kind of knife does Ghostface use in the Stab movies? Here’s a hint: it’s the same one I’m holding in my hand against Seokmin’s throat. (Help me please...)”

“S-Seok.” Seungcheol gasped.

Seokmin’s voice could barely be heard on the other end, weak and afraid, only staggering breaths audible.

“Wonwoo, please,” Seungcheol begged, tears falling past his neck. “He’s our best friend.”

Wonwoo swallowed, gears visibly creaking in his head, “I know he uses a hunting knife, b-but—“

“Oh…” the voice cooed, “Well, that’s just not enough, is it? Seokminnie, say goodbye to your friends (Please, no…).”

“Seokmin!”

“Wait!” You barged, clutching the phone to the point of it almost bending. “A modified Buck 120. I remember now. It’s coming back to me. Now, let Seokmin go!”

The line went dead and in turn, light cast in the evening darkness of the poolside. All your eyes shot back at the change of light, startled at the sight in front of them. Seokmin was seated in a chair, bruises against his sides, bleeding from the splices on his forearms, and duct tape over his mouth. Yet the most frightening part was his closed eyes.

“Seokmin!”

You all rushed towards him, swinging the porch door in a panic. Seungcheol tried slapping him awake, pleading he’d be alive. “Seokmin please, please, wake up…

The poor victim's eyes start to flicker open, mumbling through the adhesive over his lips.

“Buddy,” Seungcheol ripped the duct tape clean off him, his ear coming up to his friend’s lips. “Speak to me…”

Seokmin’s voice came out in croaks, hardly incoherently, all except, “Be…hind…”

Minghao spat up blood, doubled over as Ghostface was revealed right behind him, and fell right into the pool. You and the housekeeper both let out a blood-curdling scream. The masked intruder wiped off the blood using his black rope, anticipating a lunge towards their next victim.

“Run,” Wonwoo breathed out.

He took your hand and ran with it. Taking a second to look back, you see Seungcheol and the housekeeper try to escape similarly before she was tugged right back towards the killer and she was stabbed right in front of him five times, each one faster than the last, having the poor Seungcheol paralyzed and fallen on his knees. The sounds of suffering were loud enough to hear throughout the neighborhood.

Wonwoo dragged you back upstairs, his survival instinct telling him to seek haven high and far up the house.

“You left them there to die,” You proclaimed.

“He said he could manage it. You’re more important.”

“You actually believe that? Ghostface snuck up on Minghao with neither of us looking!”

“We’re going to have to. Secungcheol can handle himself.”

Finally, he finds the room, closing the door behind him and pushing heavy furniture in front of it for more time to stall. “We’ll be ok for a little bit here. Let’s look for weapons.”

He started rummaging through drawers, looking for anything strap, blunt, heavy, anything worth using. He was red in the face, sweat drenching his entire body. The only thing running through his mind was keeping you, the most important person in his life, safe.

“Wonwoo, I don’t know if we’re going to find anything. Fuck. I’m so scared right now.”

He recognized the panic in your eyes, the bounce in your step, and the quiver in your voice. “Hey, hey, baby. Look at me.” He grasped your face in his hands, wiping your tears away with his thumb.

“I’m here, hmm.” He kissed your closed eyes. “You’re alright.”

Then your tempered cheeks. “We’ll get through this.”

The tip of your nose. “I love you like hell.”

Finally your trembling lips. “I’ll keep you alive.”

“Promise?” You managed to breathe out.

“Scouts honor.”

The banging resonated from outside the locked door, only getting louder and closer every passing second as if teasing you to death. You shook in Wonwoo’s embrace, burying your face in his chest. “I don’t want to die here, baby.”

“You won’t. Not with me.” One arm wrapped around your body, and another had his fingers locked around the base of a lamp, tugging it from the outlet. Pitch darkness joined you, only having to rely on the dim-lit sky through the peek of the windows.

Whomever on the other side cracked through the wood of the door, breaking it piece by piece as it fell to the ground, knocking over the dresser that blocked

“Shit, shit, shit.” Wonwoo pushed you behind him.

Finally, your barrier came down with a final kick, rendering it useless. Wonwoo let out a battle cry, charging at them with the lamp above his head. He swung his weapon while Ghostface swung theirs, both missing simultaneously. Gritting his teeth, Wonwoo pulled forward, aiming for the head.

They crash against the wall in the process, but not without mutilating the midsection of Wonwoo’s stomach. The visually impaired man fell back to the ground, groaning in agony as he clutched his stomach, while blood trickled through his fingers. “Mother fucker...”

Wonwoo’s vision started to fight against him with the loss of his glasses, dimming images before him, and slowly processing the murderous figure trodding before him. Wonwoo’s determination picked him right back up slowly, picking up his lamp once again, trying to take another move toward the perpetrator. And by pure luck, the lamp crashed against the crown of their head.

Ghostface stumbled back, quick to recover but visibly agitated. Soon enough, they plunged the full length of the knife right into Wonwoo’s gut, sticking it deep and long before kicking him off of it. Wonwoo lands on the hardwood, blood gushing out of him like a public water fountain. “Fuck, fuck!”

“Wonwoo!” You come by his side, clutching at his wound desperately. “No, no, no.”

The sinister figure approached once more, hand creeping against the edge before he pulled it over and off his head. His eyes stared back at you both maniacally. His grin stretched from both ends freakishly before overtaking in deep chuckles. “Happy to see me?”

“…C-Chan?” Wonwoo managed to gasp.

“Hi, bestie.” His signature smile, once warm and inviting, reflected horrifyingly as if out of a film, one with too much bloodshed and betrayal to imagine. “Well, didn’t think you’d see me again, huh?”

“Chan, what the fuck?” You screeched.

“You’re supposed to be dead.” Wonwoo voiced panic-stricken. “What, how?”

One foot over the other, Chan carried himself with conviction, ease, and the confidence of a man who slaughtered countless amounts of people.

“You guys don't know how easy it is to fake my death. I was surprised by how incredibly stupid police officers are. Find a body that’s my height, my build, cut off their hands and arms to not get their fingerprints, singe their skin and face to the point of unrecognition, and plant them in your own home. I’m a fucking genius.”

“S-Seungkwan,” Wonwoo wept, his adam’s apple, “You actually—”

“It was beautiful. Masterful.”

“Why?” Wonwoo stammered. “Your best friend—“

“He was an imbecile. Weak. All bark and no bite. You will never understand how good it felt to stick the knife inside him and watch the blood burst off of him like a sprinkler. Like the knife going in and out of him surged power throughout my entire body. So, I kept doing it. And doing it. And doing it. And doing it. And doing it. And doing it. And doing it. AND DOING IT.”

His smile. That violating smile.

You sobbed, covering Wonwoo’s wound with your hands. “Y-you monster.”

“This was all just fun for you?” Wonwoo bared his teeth. “You get your kicks from lying, deceiving, stabbing your friends? You think you’re some Billy Loomis?”

“Of course I have fun. I had lots of fun. We had so much fucking fun.”

“We?” Wonwoo repeated.

“What the fuck do you mean we?” You asked horrified.

Chan started to chuckle to himself, chest heaving exuberantly before he stood completely still. Dreadfully still.

“Well, I'm not the one that killed Joshua, am I?”

A million guesses ran through Wonwoo’s brain. None made sense the more he thought about it. “Your Stu Macher? Seokmin…Seungcheol…?”

Your eyes turned to him fearful, before it melted into something else, something familiar. Something terrifying. “No…” your lips drew close to his ear. “Me…”

Your hands squeezed around his wound, gripping, earning his moans of anguish, screaming at you to stop, before you retrieved the knife hidden behind your boot and drove it into his shoulder. Wonwoo let out the loudest scream he could ever muster, feeling the blade sharply cut his nerve whilst pain shot into his chest. He tapped his heel incessantly on the ground, tears streaming from his eyes, looking at you in disbelief, overcome with hurt.

“And he was a good fuck too until the knife I put through his back made him scream like a little bitch.”

You pulled out the knife from him, seeing how the pain he felt in his body only complimented the suffering pooling in his heart, his mind, his soul. His lips quivered in your direction, sucking in his breath. “Y/n…Why?”

You simply shrugged. “Why does anyone kill these days? They’re bored, daddy. Same reason why things can change in the bedroom, to spice things up. The flavor of life is murder now, darling.”

“You’re killing people.”

You drove the knife one more time into his thigh, savoring his scream of agony. “And we’re more alive than we ever have been,” you said, twisting the knife before pulling it out.

You walked toward Chan, helping him pull off his robe. “And so is our sex life.”

“So, Junhui, Soonyoung…Joshua, and even Seungkwan.” Wonwoo asked, catching his breath.

“Every. single. one,” You chuckled. “Draining their cum out of like having a second puberty until life is literally drained out of their bodies. What a bunch of pussy boys. So obsessed with sex, they didn’t see the knife coming their way.”

Your hand reached for the ottoman and pushed Chan there to be seated, underdressed in the black tank top and black jeans he hid underneath with his momentarily abandoned bloody knife at his side. You unbuckled his pants single-handedly, your knife still in your other hand. “And Chan just gets so fucking hard with all the bloodshed. Like a bloodthirsty animal.”

“You just look so fucking sexy with blood on your hands,” Chan moaned, “Touch me how I like it, baby.”

“Mmh, my pleasure.” Your hand used the blood covering it as a morbid form of lube, closing around the girth of his cock to squeeze and lightly stroking it from base to tip, softly thumbing over the small slit on top.

His stomach flexed, bucking his hips in your direction as he bit down on his bottom lip, beaming like a child on Christmas. Horny for your touch, Chan couldn’t help but squirm in his seat, warning up to your touch. He was absolutely growing at a rapid pace. “Like that baby, like that.”

“That feel good, daddy? You like how the blood is covering your entire cock? Seokmin’s blood, Minghao’s blood, Seungcheol’s blood? Wonwoo’s blood?”

“Fuck. Yes.”

“You two,” Wonwoo’s shock couldn’t stagger from the scene in front of him, unable to process all this information at once.

“You’re massaging our friends into my cock so good, baby.”

“Yeah?” You traced your fingers over the details of his shaft, your nails prodding at the veins as your hand slowly picked up pace. You rolled him in your fist, letting him rut in your defiled hand as he moaned your name like an animal in heat. “I’m getting so wet watching fuck in my hand covered in blood. You’re just a sick lunatic obsessed with killing your friends and fucking my sweet pussy. I love that about you, Daddy.”

“Fuck,” he screamed, hands gripping the ottoman in restraint, brimming with passion, “Wanna mix Wonwoo’s cum you kept inside you with the blood. Sit that sweet pussy on my cock for me, lover.”

You nodded invitingly, not missing a beat. You never did replace the underwear from before, making it easy to remove your shorts and sliding him inside your warm walls, massaging his length as you rolled your hips against his. You held the knife you still had in a death grip, stabling against the reliability of Chan’s shoulders. You mumble his name pleased, arching your back as you grinded down on his lap. “Your cock feels so good covered in blood, daddy.”

“Your pussy feels even better knowing how much fun you had stabbing Wonwoo for me.”

“Of course, daddy.” You turned to the body mutilated and defenseless on the ground, grinning as Wonwoo was forced to watch. “That look good, Daddy Wonwoo?” Your ass bounced purposely in Chan’s lap, the jiggle showing off the splatter of blood left from the handjob.

Everything in Wonwoo told him to look away but he couldn’t, like a train wreck or a car crash, he couldn’t part with the mess of a situation he was witnessing. He wasn't sure what this meant for him, mentally nor physically.

“You like watching Chan fuck me, Daddy? His bloody dirty cock fucking me like you did a hour ago, fucking me like a nasty little whore.”

He hissed through his teeth, right the strange feeling surging in his pain-stricken body, “Shut…the fuck up.”

You laughed obnoxiously. “You love it. You love being a little cuck, watching other guys fuck my pussy. As if you hadn’t peeped on me and Chan fucking when he wasn’t ‘dead’.”

“It’s not true, you bitch.” The twitch in his trousers told him otherwise.

“You’re such a liar a dirty, dirty liar like I’m a dirty, dirty fucking whore.” You groaned loudly taking Chan’s cock, bouncing against his lap as you felt him pulse around your walls.

“That’s right baby take my cock.” Chan’s hand came over your bare cheeks, striking them with his full palms while his hips jerked up your body. “Taking the murder fueled, hard fucking cock.”

“Daddy, your cock is making me so fucking wet, stretching my pussy the way you sliced open our friends,” You growled.

“Fuck you’re such a little succubus, baby. Bouncing on my cock, coating yourself in blood. And I’ll kill more and more for you. I’ll do anything for you.”

“Yeah,” You began slowing your pace, drinking in his every word. “You’d do anything for me?”

“I’d kill the entire human population for you.”

That left you smiling from ear to ear, the tension coiling in your stomach. Your chest pressed against his, pushing against his thrusts. “Yeah? Would you cum in me, Daddy? Mix our dirty mess inside me. Let me take your cum, daddy.”

“I’ll let you drain me of every drop, my little psychopath.”

“Cum daddy cum, make me full and breed me with our homicidal baby daddy. Make you a real daddy.”

Chan shuddered, overwhelmed with immense arousal. His hips found life of their own, hammering into you at top speed, and watching the pleasure morph on your face and the staccato rhythm of your breath leave your lips, all while the load threatened to burst out of his sack. “I’m cumming, baby, all for you, ah—“ then it exploded inside you. His cum launched out of his cock like a hose, he painted your wall in milky white, turning pink as it seeped out of you.

“I’m so close, daddy…”

Chan threw his head back to catch his breath, hands possessively finding purchases on your hips. “That’s it, baby. cum for daddy.”

“I’m cuming daddy, I’m—“ You gripped your knife, taking Chan’s abandoned one before plunging both in his head. His smile dropped, a small and weak, “baby” leaving his sweet lips before spitting up blood on your chest and he fell limp.

You didn’t stop, however, given the fact that your orgasm had just arrived the mere second Chan tasted metal in his mouth. Your moans could’ve been mistaken for anguish if not for the smile on your savage face. “I’m cumming all over your cock, Daddy, fuck! You’re so good to me, you do so much for me. I love you so much. Hitting my spot even in death.”

The wave of climax finally started to fade, unlike your smile, wretched and demonic. “Thank you for your sacrifice, Daddy. I’ll miss you so much.” You kissed deceased Chan’s lips, coming down from him, and fixing his pants before fixing his pants before pulling your shorts back on your body.

“Y/n…what the fuck?”

Watching you pull the knives out of Chan’s head, Wonwoo's expression was a mix of confusion and horror, struggling to back away as you approached him calmly, almost serenely.

“Chan has served his purpose,” You answered plainly as if obvious. “It was his time.”

“You did that, all that, with him, and you MURDER HIM? Your partner in sick, sick psychotic crime?”

“I told you spice was necessary, plus I’ve grown rather fond of you.” You bent down to his level, eyes noticeably just a deep pit of disparity. “I couldn’t let him kill you, so I beat him to it. Good thing too, because that was the best orgasm I’ve ever had.”

Wonwoo whimpered under your touch—well, the knife’s touch—as the tip of it dragged over his jaw, drawing out a shudder. “Y-you’re letting me live?”

Your smile. That damned smile. You and Chan were mere reflections of each other. How had he not seen this sick image sooner?

“As long as it's with me, because you love me right? That’s what you said. You’ll always love me and keep me alive. You promised.”

You pressed the blade against his neck, “You’re cold-blooded. Fucking your dead friend’s girlfriend, leaving your other friends to die to save me, and taking on a mass murderer just for me.” Your other hand caressed over his face. “That’s hard fucking core, baby. I love that so much. You really love and want me. Well, I want you just as bad.”

“Like you wanted Chan?”

You scoffed, using the knife to point at the abandoned soulless body on the ground. “Chan was disposable. He was already fucked up in the brain. I can nurture you, let you prove you’re that you’re mine and only mine. Then I’d have no reason to kill you. Not at all…say you’ll be with me forever.”

“…yes, sweetie. O-of course I will.”

You sighed a breath of relief, your harmless hand coming over to stroke over the stray hairs on his head. “That’s my daddy. My one and only. We can be the finals. Together. Only us—”

“Hello! Wonwoo! Y/n!” Miraculously, Seungcheol found their way to you, barely alive it sounds like.

Rage filled your eyes. “Holy fuck how is he still alive,” you mumbled under your breath. “I’ll take care of him.”

You held the knife to your side, standing by the door and away from its open view. “Cheol! In here! We caught the killer!”

Seungcheol managed to find the defaced door, peeking through the rubble to see a disheveled Wonwoo, panting and close to death. “Wonwoo!”

“Cheol…” Wonwoo grunted.

“Hang in there, buddy. I’ve got you.”

“To…your…right.”

You glared at Wonwoo, betrayal in your eyes before launching yourself at the hero, who hardly had a scratch on their body. Seungcheol, taking his friend's warning in consideration, built up a wall of defense. His eyes caught you just in time and held up your arms, pinning you against a wall. His eyes finally registered on your face, and his grip on you only tightened. “Y/n, you evil little bitch.”

You chuckled tauntingly, struggling against his weight and strength. “Hi, Cheol. I know you always wanted to stick something in me, mind letting me do it first?”

“You—wow, you’re actually mentally deranged.”

“You don’t like that? Maybe my knife through your skull can change your mind.”

He kicked you in the groin, having you plummet to your knees, cusses streaming out of you like a river. “You pussy. Ass. Bitch.”

“Seungcheol,” Wonwoo groaned, painfully cheering him on.

You managed to kick Seungcheol down in your distress, crawling on top of him to gain leverage. “I know you liked to be topped.”

You held the knife, hands wrapped tightly around the handle before striking. Meanwhile, Seungcheol’s hands were wrapped around your wrists, the tip of the knife tickling his nose. Sweat beaded against his forehead, struggling harder than he thought he would as you smiled still.

“This would be a lot sexier if you let me run my knife inside you, baby.”

“Fuck you and your demented punk ass,” he grunted.

“I would if you’d just FUCKING DIE!”

A gunshot follows soon after and the blood gushed from your neck, pouring from both ends and falling lifelessly against Seungcheol, who let out a shrill scream.

“I found a gun,” Seokmin proclaimed weakly from the door before fainting to the ground.

Seungcheol rolled your body off of him, sick to his stomach. “Sick crazy bitch.”

He looked towards his friend who remained helpless his entire journey before his eyes got caught on the dead body he only realized now. “Is that…”

“Yeah,” Wonwoo whispered.

“And they…”

“Yeah.”

“Fuck, dude.”

Seungcheol went around to pick up Seokmin from the ground, grabbing the gun. Meanwhile, Wonwoo’s eyes lingered over your body, in disbelief it was alive a mere second ago, then he saw something strange, causing his eyes to fly open. “Cheol behind you!”

Another gunshot. Right between your eyes and your body that stood for hardly a second longer than it should’ve—of course with the knife still in your hand—fell right back on the ground.

“They always come back,” Wonwoo quoted.

Seungcheol let out a deep exhale, loosening his grip around the gun. “And aim for the head.”

“Sorry about your house.”

“…sorry about your girlfriend.”

“Me too.”

post reading a/n: always like me to insert chan into anything fr. i have no excuses

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The Twins | Ghost x Wife! Reader

Pairing: Ghost x f! Reader + Their Twins

Warnings: 🔪- violence, terrorist act, blood, inaccurate medical scenes; 😭- fear, emotional stuff, family; 🥺- well deserved happiness

Edited: No

A/N: Simon’s mother doesn’t have a canon name so I decided it’s based off of a flower. You pick which one. Almost 8k words 😳. Part 2? Idk. Sorry it took so long! 😭😭

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Tommy brushed his short hair back like it would do anything. It was a standard military cut, close shaven but not exactly bald. When he had it cut- to get used to it he told himself- his twin sister, Violet, laughed in his face. Said he looked like an escaped inmate with the cut or someone from pre-Y2K. He pouted remembering it, he had yelled something about her blue-dyed hair being basic and threw a dirty sock in her face. She yelled and then grabbed his arm and proceeded to throw him over her shoulder. He really should have seen it coming. Her hard work in Tai Kwon Do really paid off. His back and ass hurt for the next few days.

Unfortunately, his poor mother paid witness to the little altercation. She was tired from a long shift at the hospital and was laying on their gray couch munching on Doritos. She only shook her head when he whined to her about Violet. She told him that if he wanted to join the army like he dreamed about, then he would have to toughen up and not complain about things whenever they went wrong. A distant look shown in her eyes. An old memory most likely; one of their long gone father, a military man, and one of the reasons why Tommy wanted to join. To follow in his father’s footsteps despite his job being the reason he wasn’t in their life anymore. He and his twin got quiet and then went their separate ways. They knew how much the loss of their father hurt their mother and they didn’t want to bring her any more pain by mentioning him when she’s emotionally drained from her shift.

When Tommy had told her that he wanted to join the army, his mother froze in shock before tears spilled from her eyes. A hand covered her sobs and her brow furrowed. He had never seen his mother cry before and it nearly had him spiraling. He rushed to hug his mother asking her what was wrong. When she calmed down, she pulled back and held his cheek in her hand.

“You’re just like your father. I knew something like this was going to happen but I wasn’t sure it would be so soon.” She wiped her tears with her other hand. “It’s okay, you can go if you really want to.”

He didn’t realize the tears building up in his eyes until they were running down his face. He was only 15 but he was already a head taller than his mother. She said he got his height from his father. Tommy had to tell her his decision because her permission was what would get him into the army when he turned 16. He had no other dreams, just the army and making his parents proud.

“Tommy! Are you done checking yourself out? We need to go to this last store before heading home.” Violet’s voice crashed his preening in front of a mirror in an H&M store. “The sun’s already set and we’re running late as it is.”

“Chill, Vi, we don’t always have to be punctual. Mom’s on shift anyways, we can go home at whatever time we want!” He looked at her through the mirror.

She rolled her eyes at him, scoffing, “says the boy that wants to join the army where punctuality is very important.”

Violet’s eye color was from her mother, in fact, all of her looks were from her, even her height except her eye shape was from their dad. Tommy was the one who was almost a carbon copy of their dad. There were slight variations in their looks, like skin tone and hair texture but nothing too different. He liked the fact that he looked like his dad. It made him feel closer to him in a way.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever, let’s go so you can shut your whining. I am in the army.” Tommy mumbled the last part under his breath. He shoved a hand in his pocket and pushed the other in front of her face, wiggling his fingers for the bags she was holding. She handed them over when he moved his hand closer to her face and she swatted it away. Sure, he messed around with his sister but he was still a gentleman. His mother would fry his ass if he was anything but.

They were heading to Piccadilly Circus to look at the stores in search of a birthday present for their mom. It was coming up soon and they were running behind in the gift department. All other aspects of the little party they were planning were already put together, the only thing left was her gift. Now that he was in the army for just over a year, he had some money saved up and was planning on using it for her gift. That was the reason why he was here, he was on leave for her birthday next week. Violet suggested a nice pair of earrings and a necklace for her since she doesn’t really own jewelry other than her wedding bands. Tommy readily agreed.

The walk from H&M to the square wasn’t longer than ten minutes but they took their time window shopping along the way. The square was decently crowded, it was a Thursday after all and there were plenty of tourists and locals scurrying in and out of the shops. Tommy rubbed his hands together, it was cold that night. Unusual for the time of year but he assumed global warming was to blame. He really wished spring would finish up so summer could get here.

~~~~~

Ghost was methodically sharpening his knife on a whetstone when Price knocked on his door with a loud bang. His masked head whipped up and he gripped the knife tighter.

“Load up, Simon. My office, yesterday!” His voice was hurried and gruff. Something was going down and that made Ghost kit up faster than normal. Grabbing his gun he was out of his room in less than a minute.

In Prices office was the rest of 141, Gaz and Soap were kitted up in their tactical vests with their weapons slung over their shoulders. No one was sitting.

“We just got word that a terrorist plot is going to go down tonight at Piccadilly Circus. We’re going to head over there before it goes down.” Price shook his head. “Hopefully our presence deters them or we’re able to put a stop to them before anyone gets hurt.”

Gaz was reasonably upset. He had been there for the first attack on the square a few years ago. It was actually how he got into Price’s sights in the first place and joined the Task Force. “Again? Seriously?”

The Captain gave him a knowing look. “If it’s going to be an issue, you can stay here Kyle. You don’t have to go.”

“No-no, sir. It won’t be an issue.” Gaz sighed. “I just hope it turns out better than last time.”

Soap patted him on the shoulder. Price nodded at him and then walked to his office door.

“Let’s go!”

~~~~~

Violet had tugged on Tommy’s jacket and pointed out a jewelry store that seemed promising. Luckily it was still open so they both went inside. The clerk greeted them but wasn’t as attentive to them because of their youth. That is until they told her their budget. Typical.

She was looking into the bright glass boxes filled with different types of jewelry in gold, silver, diamonds or other precious stones. Tommy wasn’t really paying attention to her. He fiddled with his dog tags and the busted up ones that belonged to his father. They rested over his jacket. He’d hum and glance at a necklace she was pointing to but he was rather distracted. There was a small commotion just across the street near the metro entrance.

A black van pulled up and several men jumped out of it seemingly inconspicuous. He thought nothing of it until he saw a handgun sticking out of his waistband. Now, Tommy didn’t do that great in the section about their laws in school but he sure as hell knew that guns were illegal in their country. His brows furrowed, and Violet tugged at his sleeve once more to get his attention.

“Tommy! What’s with you?” She voiced her annoyance. “What are you looking at?”

She peered around him but didn’t notice what he was staring at so intensely. Tommy noticed that one of the men planted something on a nearby car parked on the street. He felt something go through his body. It was a feeling of cold and dread. Dread of what was most likely going to happen. What it was he didn’t have a clue. He just felt the cold chill his blood and goosebumps ran down his arms.

His eyes widened in shock and fear when one of the men pulled out an assault rifle from the truck. He only had a few seconds.

“Get down!” Was all he could manage to get out.

Tommy turned and grabbed his twin by her arms, pulling her into his body. The shots rang out directly towards them and in various directions. He vaguely remembered hearing a loud boom ring out. Screams spread around them. Tommy could only feel the burning sensations coming from his right arm, lower back and left leg. Violet’s screams were muffled by his jacket, the dog tags dug into her face. Her head had hit the ground hard despite Tommy covering it with his hand, and it throbbed in that dull way. Glass shattered around them and alarms were going off. They dropped heavily to the ground. Tommy’s body was covering Violet’s protecting her from the blaze of bullets still lodging themselves in the walls around them.

Violet screamed again as one land near their heads. Tears ran down both their faces. He tightened his grip on her.

“Violet- Violet, please.” He grunted. “It’s okay, we-we’re gonna be fine. Just lay down. S-stay quiet, yeah, you’re good, Vi.”

She was shaking. He was shaking. Although his body was prepared for going to war, his mind had yet to catch up. Although, Tommy wasn’t sure if it was nerves that was causing him to shake, the cold chill spilling through the shattered store front, or the blood seeping out from his wounds.

Violet felt wet but she couldn’t figure out what it was. At first she thought she had wet herself in fear but the feeling was coming from her torso. She turned her head as best as she could and saw Tommy grimacing in pain. Her eyes looked further down and saw the blood pooling under her. She wasn’t in pain.

“Tommy! Ta-Tommy, you’re bleedin’!” Her voice pitched high with alarm. She sobbed into his shoulder. Her hands tucked into her body pulled out and wrapped around his back. She held him tight.

“I-I’m fine, Vi.” He stuttered out. He was feeling weak from the blood loss.

“Don’t l-lie to me Tommy.” She hiccuped. “You’re s-shit at it.”

More explosions rang beyond the store. They shook the building they were in. Pieces of debris were falling from the ceiling, landing on and around them. Suddenly, various gunshots were fired in rapid succession and Violet worried that more terrorists had arrived. She hoped that the police or some anti-terrorist agency would arrive soon. Several minutes pass and the gunfire lessened until it finally stopped.

“Tommy? We can get up now, l-let me put pressure on y-your wounds.” Tommy wasn’t saying anything and that worried Violet. Her breathing quickened in her panic. “Tommy!? Get up! Tommy!”

Her hand reached up to push him off of her. It was a struggle as he had gained a significant amount of weight in muscle over the last year. He weighed a ton and when she was finally able to push him off of her, Violet was huffing even with her martial arts skills. Other times she’s able to pull him over her shoulder with momentum but now he was dead weight. God she dreaded the thought. Her shaking hands scrambled to his neck. Two fingers felt for his pulse and found a faint one. It fluttered but it was still there. She sighed in relief.

Violet tried to remember the first aid course that she took last summer that their mom’s hospital was offering to students interested in joining the medical field. She surveyed his unconscious body to find any wounds and when she found them all she got to work as best as she could. Violet took off her jacket and wrapped it around Tommy’s arm hoping to slow down the bleeding. Then she remembered that he had on a belt and so she took it off to tie around his leg. He unconsciously groaned when she tightened it. She couldn’t really put pressure on the wound on his back but she tried her best to keep a hand covering the wound. The bullet hadn’t gone all the way through and stayed lodged inside him. It wasn’t sanitary but it was the best she could do.

Her body continued to shake and she looked around the destroyed jewelry store. There were other bodies lying around. Blood was smeared on the shattered glass display where the lady was standing minutes before. The lack of pained noises sent a pang through her chest. More tears rolled down her cheeks and onto Tommy’s shuddering chest below her. She wished she hadn’t insisted on stopping by the other store instead of going straight here. They would have been home earlier. She wished she were the one injured and not Tommy. She was the oldest by a few minutes and it was her job to protect her little twin brother. She wished her mom was there to help Tommy. She wished her dad was there to help them get through this.

She cried and cried. Pain and sadness filling her up and boiling over in body racking sobs. Her hand gripped one of Tommy’s.

The silence was almost unbearable, until it wasn’t.

~~~~~

They were too late, again. The intel that they had been receiving lately was always a little too late than normal. Ghost knew that Price was gonna have a word with all the intelligence personnel when they were done with the mess that was before them. Gaz was pissed as his expression showed. They’d all seen similar scenes like this before but it always hurt more when it happens on home soil.

The police had arrived but were not as prepared as the Task Force, so they set up a perimeter not letting anyone in or out. They had dispatched all of the terrorists within a few minutes of them being in Piccadilly Circus. A few had lingered in the square while others had gone into some of the shops. Once the area was cleared and the police had began searching for survivors, Price had them doing the same.

“Soap, Gaz, go together and look for anyone still breathing on the north side. Ghost and I’ll stay on the south side of the square.” They split up and began their search.

Ghost passed a few bodies that weren’t alive. He saw the Captain flinch at the body of a child but he never said anything. Children were always hard in their line of work but for him it hit closer to home than what Ghost could ever understand.

“Hello? Is anyone alive?! We’re the army!” Price began to call out in hopes of an answer back.

There was silence yet it was loud. Sirens, alarms, and broken glass crunched underfoot and around them. They saw that the police and EMTs had found a majority of the survivors near them so they pushed further into the square. Price called out again and a muffled cry called back.

“Help! Help me please!” The feminine voice cried to them. Her voice pulled them towards her like a lifeline.

They ran to where the voice came from, a rather famous jewelry store that didn’t look as nice as before. The broken glass and bullet holes would turn anyone away. Ghost made it to the entryway first but Price stopped him with his hand. He gave him a look and went in first. Then Ghost remembered his skull mask and the fear it brought to people, especially civilians, so he waited until he was needed. The familiar crackle of the radio was heard faintly.

“Shite, get in here Ghost! They’re kids!” Great, another demographic that he wasn’t really good with. When he stood by them he realized that these kids were older than what he thought. They were teenagers.

Then, he froze.

Years of memories rushed through his mind in seconds. The sound of laughter… a certain hair color… the smell of her favorite perfume… her flowers, whose scent would waft up his nose whenever he came home. Things he so painfully remembered and yet chose to let go so as to not cause tremendous harm. A feeling that he had longed to never let go. He grasped at the tendrils for a short while before that dreadful night.

Those eyes… they were her eyes. At first he thought that she was kneeling there before him, but then remembered that more than a decade had passed and she would have changed in that time. Rarely had he seen her with tears streaked down her face. Or blood on her clothes…

Her look-alike cried out a sob and reality overtook his memories.

“Please, please help my brother he got shot.” The girl pleaded looking up as he walked closer. She wasn’t scared of him in the mask but she was for her brother. That’s when Ghost looked down.

Was he staring in a mirror? This boy. This kid. It was like looking at a photo of his younger self.

Clink.

Ghost’s eyes snapped to the sound of metal in Prices hand. He’d already done a glance over of the boy and decided that the girl did a good job of wrapping his wounds with what she had.

“Are these his?” Price asked the distraught girl.

“Y-yeah. Tommy just joined the army not long ago. Barely over a year in.” She breathed in deeply as if to calm her mind.

Tommy… he knew a Tommy once. His own brother. Every piece was coming together. He was one, and they were the other two. Just one was left…

“…and the other?” Price continued. He didn’t need to ask but he wanted to confirm the information he held. The cheeky bastard.

“It’s our fathers… or what’s left of him.” Those same eyes as her looked down. Sadness filled them. Sadness for himself, he realized. A father long gone. Those were the tags that he left behind in the wreckage. Now here they were… somehow returned to him.

Ghost hardly remembered when the ambulance pulled up in front of the store. Or when the EMTs moved Tommy onto the stretcher. But he did remember the smell of his blood and the salt in the air from her tears.

Price was able to convince the EMTs to let them go with Tommy and his sister. They weren’t happy about it but decided that armed men tagging along with them after a terrorist attack wouldn’t be so bad. He’d also radioed Soap and Gaz of their departure. They had found some victims buried under rubble and were trying to get them out with some firefighters.

Price whispered low enough for only Ghost to hear. “You doin’ okay, Simon?”

He didn’t know what to say. What could he say? His new-found daughter was siting across from him while his son lay injured, bleeding out from wounds caused by a terror act not thwarted by his team. He felt useless. Yet, he felt grateful that he was able to meet his children in a way. The situation was horrible, but that brought them together; and it was highly likely that if it had not happened then he would have never learned about them. He’d have probably died in combat before he ever heard whispers of them. No, he wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. He would continue on the path placed in front of him, for now at least.

He just shrugged his shoulders and stayed silent. That must have been enough for Price as he just eyed him for a bit before looking down at what the EMTs were doing to stabilize Tommy.

“Oh!” Price jolted in realization. “We never got your name, love! So sorry.”

The girl looked up at them. She glanced at him then at John. Ghost must have looked strange sitting there in his black gear. They both definitely looked out of place in the ambulance.

“It’s fine. I’m Violet… Mister…?” She wasn’t stuttering anymore but her voice was subdued and scratchy from her crying.

“Call me John, young lady.” He nodded at her. “And this is Ghos-“

“Simon, will do.” He had no idea why he cut him off or why he gave her his name, but it brought a grin to Prices lips.

“Oh, it’s like my da-“ The ambulance coming to a stop cut her off and the EMTs began off-loading the gurney.

They moved themselves out of the way and followed closely behind as he was rolled into the emergency department. There were other ambulances dropping off patients from the attack. EMTs, doctors and nurses were coming in and out, and there was a heavy police presence at the entrances.

Inside was more chaotic. The hospital was in Code Orange for mass casualty or disasters.

Patients lay in gurneys as nurses and residents tended to them. Many of the dead rested under blood soaked sheets, yet to be moved to the morgue. Blood pooled on the white floors, some of it was stepped on and tracked throughout the rooms. Cleaning workers did their best to mop up the evidence of the nights tragedy. Very few had minor injuries. Friends and family were there searching for missing relatives. One of the smarter police officers began a missing persons board and had them write descriptions of the missing.

As Violet stepped through the automatic door, she saw her mom finish tending to an older lady who had been grazed by bullets and suffered a concussion when she fell over. She fiddled with her gloves. It was loud in there but when she called for her mother, the older woman’s head shot up in fear.

“Mom!”

Hearing this, Ghost’s eyes scanned the crowd. He had to find her. A face he hadn’t seen in years, unless he counted the similarities with his daughter. It wasn’t so hard. He’d recognize her face if he was blind and only had his hands to see.

She was older, of course, but no less as beautiful as he remembered. Her hair was styled differently, likely due to her job, but still shined healthily. Her scrubs were in her favorite color and a blood stained white lab coat donned her body. She wore blue gloves and a face mask as she tended to her patients.

“Violet!” She speedily walked to her daughter, passing between other doctors and nurses. Fingers tugged on latex and she dumped the gloves in a garbage can filling up with similar bloody items. Her hands rested on Violet’s shoulders as she couldn’t hug her with all the blood on her.

She gasped when she saw Tommy.

“Tommy!” She cried and tears flooded her eyes. Her hands went to his cut up face. “You were there?!”

An EMT asked her to help them. “This patient needs immediate care, doctor!”

“I-I’m sorry. I’m too close to the patient.” She stuttered.

She looked around her in the chaos for a free doctor. She hardly noticed the two armed men hanging back. Her eyes stopped on her colleague. He had worked as a doctor for over forty years and had done thousands of surgeries. He had been a great mentor to her since she first started working at this hospital.

“Jack! Dr. Yates!” She called over to him loud enough for others to look over. The older gentleman startled but made a bee-line for her. When he was close, she grabbed a part of his white sleeve. “Please, doctor, help my son. I’m too close to work on him properly.”

The grayed man gave a look over Tommy and had them immediately push him to an open operating room. He grasped her upper arm. “Don’t you worry your brilliant mind, sunny. We’ll get him spick and span in no time. Take a break for a few minutes, you’ve been running around since 5 this mornin’.”

Letting go, she only nodded along as they wheeled Tommy away. She allowed a tear to fall. It dripped onto the floor, mixing with other bodily fluids that fell from their patients. She tried not to let her fear of her losing another person get to her.

Not again. Not here. Not now.

“Mom?” Violet called for her worried about her sudden silence. She tugged on the back of her white coat, which was still white, surprisingly. That got her moving.

“Violet? Are you alright? You’re okay, right? There’s blood all over you!” She inhaled once. “Do I need to get you som-“

“Mom! I’m fine! Honestly!” Violet interrupted, her bottom lip wobbled. “T-Tommy protected me. He saved me, mom!”

She sobbed harder than before and her mom, now not caring for the blood, pulled her in for a tight hug. They clung to each other desperately. Violet was shorter than her mom so she was able to burry her face into her neck. Tears wetting her skin and clothes.

Movement behind them, made her look up, unsure if anyone else needed help. It was the two men that had come in with Violet. She had not really noticed them before because all her focus was directed to Tommy and Violet; her two most important things in life. Both had some blood on, what she now realized was military kits, and they stood there in silence carrying their weapons slung over their shoulders. One wore a funny fishing hat and the other had a rather fitting face mask for the overall mood of the day. The skull plated mask hid the face underneath. Her eyes lingered and he caught her gaze.

Ghost stared at his once-wife in the eyes. The eyes that would always making him feel like he was falling deeper into her soul. She spoke but his ears weren’t working. Price answered and his hand whacking his arm made him blink twice and their staring ended when she looked at Prices hand.

“No, we’re fine… Doctor…?” Price answered her worries of injury.

“I’m Doctor-“

“Dr. Riley!” A nurse interrupted her. Ghost felt his chest tighten. She’d kept his name. “We need you here! He’s code blue-ing!”

She sprang from her daughters arms. “Coming! Violet go to my office and stay there for me, please. I’ll be back soon, hopefully.”

Violet nodded before her mom ran off to where the patient had just rolled in. She jumped onto the gurney and began chest compressions. The EMTs continued to the elevator and up to the operating rooms like nothing had happened. More nurses followed them into the large elevator. Her mom pumping that mans chest was the last she’d see of her for the next few hours.

She was still a Riley. His Riley. After all these years, he remembered her saying that she wanted to keep her maiden name for her doctor status. He was always okay with that and knew she’d never change her mind, despite her taking his name, although hyphenated, when they married. He wondered what made her change her mind. Then he remembered that he had ‘died’ several months before her graduation as a resident. He reminisced on how he snuck in to see her one last time at the ceremony before running away to the battlefield.

Price eyed Ghost as he stood there staring at the closed elevator doors, even when they opened as another body was taken down to the morgue. He looked tense, brows furrowed, pained, and understandably so. His whole life just flipped over and over in the matter of a few hours.

But then Ghost glanced at his hands. Bloodied hands. Tommy’s blood. Then to Violet and then back again to the dried blood. The blood of his only son. It dawned on him that he almost lost him. Almost her. Both of them could have been stripped of their lives. And so easily too. He hardly knew them and that hurt him even more.

“Ah… let’s escort you to your mums office, yeah?” Price called to Violet, who was also spacing out.

She wiped her face and nodded. She led them to the stairwell and they climbed up two stories. Several corridors down and they were in a decent sized office. Price told them he would get them some snacks and drinks at the vending machines he saw awhile back. Ghost knew he was giving him time to talk to Violet. He was somewhat grateful and annoyed that Price knew what he needed.

They both sat down on the cushioned chairs. Violet flung herself down with a loud sigh. She was drained both mentally, physically and emotionally. She wanted this nightmare to be over.

“You’re Violet, right?” His deep voice asked and Violet’s eyes drifted upward. He’d heard her name multiple times, was even introduced, but he needed the confirmation again.

“Yeah, I’m Violet… why?” She looked a bit confused, brow raised just like her mother used to give him.

His chest tightened and he felt like he couldn’t get the words past his lips but he forced himself to. There was no better time than right now. “I- I just know your mum… that’s all.”

“Really? Why didn’t she recognize you?” She asked but Ghost pointed at his masked face and she blushed. “Oh, right.”

The silence was awkward for a moment before Violet spoke, surprising Ghost with her words.

“Well… I like your mask. Kinda edgy. It’s actually pretty cool… for an old man.”

“How do you know I’m old?” Ghost tilted his head slightly.

Violet scoffed and crossed her arms, leaning back into the chair. “You know my mom, so you’ve gotta be old.” Ghost almost rolled his eyes; she was gonna be the death of him. Then she looked contemplative.

“Do you think Tommy will still be able to be in the army?” She looked at his eyes, her brows furrowed even more. “It’s been his dream for the longest and now that he’s in, I don’t think he’d ever get out… but if he’s discharged, I think that’ll hurt him the most.”

Ghost didn’t say anything right away so she continued her little rant. “Mom tried to get him to go to uni, but his heart was set on the army ever since he learned that our dad was in. He held onto that dream for so long and when mom let him go, well, I’ve never seen him so happy…”

Her breath shortened as tears ran down her face. “I—I should have been paying more attention. It’s my fault. I have no situational awareness, damnit, even Tommy’s told me that before. If I’d noticed sooner or realized what was going on, he wouldn’t be hurt. I’m the older twin. I should be-be the one taking care of him!” She sobbed harder.

Ghost came to kneel in front of her. He took her hand that was twisting her bloody shirt. “It’s not your fault. You, nor anyone there, knew what was about to happen. Terrorists have no regards for the lives of the innocent while doing things that would harm them.”

“Tommy’s hurt but I can tell that he’s strong. I’ve been hurt like that before and I healed up fine. Plus he has even greater care here. They’ll take care of him and you only need to keep your head up and know that Tommy’ll pull through.” He continued. “He’s young so he’ll bounce back well enough to return to his unit. Don’t you worry your pretty lil’ head ‘bout that.”

“Thanks.” She laugh-cried. “But it’s hard to take you seriously with that mask.” She giggled.

Ghost huffed. “Well, Tommy pulled some heroics back there saving you. Might even earn a brag rag with the right recommendations…”

Violet’s confused head tilt made him explain the meaning. “It’s a medal.”

Her eyes brightened. “You’d do that?”

He hummed. “Captain Price might put in a good word too, but yeah, he deserves it.”

There was a sudden and somber silence. His hand gripped his knee to prevent it from bouncing.

“Ah… any plans for uni? Or something…?” Bollocks, how the hell do you talk to a 17 year old girl, who is also your child but doesn’t know it? Improvise… he guessed?

Violet told him that she was debating going to vet school or medical school to become a surgeon like her mother. She wasn’t sure which university she would apply to.

“Tommy keeps teasing me that I should join him in the army as a field surgeon. But… um, I think I wanna help out people in our community here.” She chuckled softly. “I told him that if he ever got hurt he could come to me to patch him up, but that I’d have to hurt him again for even getting injured in the first place.”

Ghost smiled under his mask. Mask. His mask?

Maybe he wasn’t thinking clearly. Perhaps one too many whacks to the ole head. Or maybe it was the high of meeting his long lost children for the first time. Ghost wasn’t sure what it was…

His hand reached up, curling under the bottom of his balaclava, and pulled the black cloth over his head in one tug. The higher it went, the more his chin, lips, nose, cheeks, eyes, and hair was revealed.

Violet’s breath hitched as she took his face in. Her eyes roamed over every feature and scars. She knew this face, from the back of her mind she knows that this face is like the one going through surgery right now. Like the one in the frame sitting on her mother’s desk right in front of her. Tears began to burn her eyes but did not fall. Her lip wobbled.

~~~~~

“Violet, I am your father…” Simon’s eyes stared into hers for a moment before closing tightly. His brows scrunched together and his lips tugged into a fine line.

“Was t-that a Star Wars reference? Or are you being serious?” Violet asked confused, burning tears finally falling.

“You’ve seen Star Wars?” Stop deflecting, Simon!

“What?! Don’t change the subject Mr. Simon!” She gasped, her eyes widening. “Mister… Simon. Simon. Simon?”

“Yeah?” He asked, swallowing hard.

“This doesn’t make sense! I-I must be hallucinating. Maybe, maybe I actually did die or something.” Violet’s voice shook. She closed her eyes and moved her head side to side. There was a subtle shake to her body. “Nope! This is not fucking real! You’re supposed to be dead! Dead, I tell you!”

Oh god, she’s reverting back to her drama club days.

“Umm… language?” Not the time to reprimand her for her words. “I mean. Sorry. It’s… It’s just a really, really long story. I actually don’t know how I’d tell-“

“Daddy!” Violet sobbed and before Simon could comprehend it, the teenager had her arms wrapped around him as much as she could with his size and body armor.

The shock in his eyes softened with her continued sobbing. It struck him in his heart. All the walls he’d built since before joining the Task Force began to crumble. Piece by piece, chunks began to disintegrate. His own eyes burned with tears that hadn’t fallen in years. It was almost a relief when they did start to fall. They dropped onto Violet’s shoulder and rolled down her back.

Simon didn’t know how long they held onto each other for. Hours or days could pass but he would rather still be in the newfound embrace of his daughter. Violet had settled into soft sniffles and little hiccups, eventually falling asleep in his lap. His own tears had dried, for now, leaving streaks down his cheeks. For a moment, it felt peaceful despite the chaos several floors down and a few streets away. His arms tightened around Violet. He wasn’t sure if he could ever let her go…

His eyes staring off into the wall flashed to the door when it was pushed open. And there she was.

~~~~~

Dr. Riley sighed as the sound of the EKG flatlining continued. They had initially brought the patient back from cardiac arrest and proceeded with the surgery. However, in the last fifteen minutes he began to show signs of another cardiac episode. The nurses and she had tried their best but unfortunately the patient’s wounds were too much for his body to handle.

Pulling off her bloody gloves and dumping them into the hazardous waste disposal, she told the nurses to take a breather since they’d been going at it for hours by that point. Hell, her shift had long been over when her daughter and son had arrived but she had stayed. She couldn’t bear leaving while knowing that many people were suffering. She’d seen over a dozen patients when the casualties started pouring in, almost tripling her patient count for the day.

A quick change of clothes in a designated room and she was walking back to her office. Eerily, the floor her office was on was quiet. There were other busy wards here but the chaos was concentrated downstairs. She heard her crocs squeak on the polished floors. It used to make her blush at the loudness of the sound but now she couldn’t give a fuck. Her patients needed her, damnit! As if a squeaky shoe would hold her back from reaching her patients on time just because she was embarrassed by the sounds.

Reaching the door to her office, she noticed that the light was on letting her know that Violet had made it in one piece.

“Hey, Violet, are you hungry-!” Her eyes widened in mild confusion and concern at what she saw, before glaring slightly. “What the fuck?!”

Her Violet was in the arms of a strange grown man, she been crying, clearly as they stained her cheeks. She nearly lost her top and yelled more before focusing on the man’s features.

It was like seeing a ghost.

He said something but it was like cotton balls were stuffed into her ears. Whatever it was she probably needed to see an otolaryngologist. She felt something fall down her face and along her neck and into her clean scrubs. Her vision blurred. She wasn’t sure if it was from tears building up or her body moving quickly in their direction.

~~~~~

Simon called for her by name. He hadn’t said it in a very long time. It honestly hurt him to. After all, he had left her alone and with his children no less, although he hadn’t known. He’d spent some time thinking about it while holding onto Violet. If he would have stayed had she been able to tell him about them. He would like to think that, yes, he would have stayed, but Simon wasn’t sure if his own insecurities and trauma related to his abusive father would push him from wanting to claim such a responsibility.

She stared blankly at him. Her dull and tired eyes worried him. He knew she’d had a long and hard day. Simon missed the shine in her eyes from long ago. He was starting to feel strange with her gawking. He shifted in his seat as softly as he could to not disturb Violet.

The movement seemed to awaken her and gave her the strength to move closer to him. But her knees weakened and Simon had to outstretch an arm in order to catch her. A loud sob fell from her lips. Slightly chapped due to lack of time to care for them that day. The jerkiness of his movement woke up Violet and when she saw her crying mother in the arm of her dad, her tears renewed.

“Mom!” She tasted salt. The words were taken from her.

Simon pulled her up into his lap too, before tightening his arms around both of them. Both of his girl’s hands were clutching him equally as tight. They were all breathing heavily and their bodies shook with each sob, with each inhale and exhale. Simon rested his head against theirs. Fingers tangled in their hair.

After they all calmed down a bit, Simon began to explain what happened all those years ago. What happened to his family, why he left, and that if he had known that he was going to be a parent that he would have taken the time to think things more carefully before doing anything drastic.

She raised her hand against his stubbled cheek. “It’s not your fault, Simon. I should have told you about the pregnancy sooner. I-I just wanted to surprise you when you came home, but…”

He knew the ‘but,’ he never came home. Only a news article about a whole family dying in a house fire. Dog tags left to be found hours later. His only living ‘relative’ was his father.

He needed to stop thinking about his father, who he believes may or may not still be around. But those fears of being like him as an adult presented as usual. It was a constant struggle to let those feelings go. Feelings of inadequacy surfaced and since his face wasn’t covered as usual, it was easier to see by his frown and furrowed brow.

She recognized that look on his face despite the many years apart. She held his face in her palm. He leaned into it, his own hand coming up to hold hers closer to him. The look in her eyes told him all the reassurances that he craved.

Violet watched all this in awe. Never would she have thought that she’d be witness to the love between her mother and father. She tucked herself closer to her father’s chest. Violet had grown even more tired after the attack and the crying. Her eyes drooped and a sigh left her lips as she fell asleep. Simon’s arm subconsciously pulled her closer.

It felt like hours but only thirty minutes had passed before Dr. Riley got restless. She tapped Simon on the shoulder.

“I should go check if there are any updates on Tommy.” She said and Simon, reluctantly, let her go. “I’ll come back if there’s any news. And I’ll bring you both something to eat. Surprisingly, the cafeteria has a decent sandwich selection.”

Ghost nodded and readjusted his grip on Violet to hold her with both arms.

“I can have a cot brought in if you want?” She looked lovingly between the two. A soft smile tugged at her lips.

“Ah… I think I’m fine, for now at least.” His pale cheeks flushed. He just couldn’t let his little girl go. Especially not when she’s sleeping so peacefully in his arms.

She nodded and left the room.

During that time, his phone had buzzed and a text from Price glowed back at him. He texted that he had the next few days off and to not come in to work for any reason other than emergencies.

Simon texted back a simple, “Okay.”

~~~

Dr. Riley returned with food in paper bags and good news. Tommy was in post-op and was being moved to a private room soon. She told Simon that she could take them there. So, Simon stood with Violet in his arms, who surprisingly has not been awoken by the move. His arms were under her knees and back.

They had arrived before Tommy so Simon took the time to survey the room. It was rather large with a couch on each side of the room. His love told him that they pulled out into beds if they wanted to use them. Simon lowered Violet onto the blue couch, resting her head on the pillow and covering her with the provided gray hospital blanket.

Thirty minutes later and Tommy was rolled in by a team of nurses. The principle doctor residing over his care began to explain the next steps in Tommy’s recovery. It felt like a lot but Simon was intimately familiar to the process due to his own previous injuries.

Afterwards, his love was finally able to rest so she sat next to him on the other blue couch. There was distance between them and Simon couldn’t get his body to melt into the soft couch. He could feel her glancing at him from the corner of her eyes. He spied her hand inching towards his. His eyes looked and then looked away. He argued with himself to just grab hers. He finally said ‘fuck it all’ and just wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her whole body closer.

A soft squeak escaped her lips. He buried his face into her hair and breathed in deeply. It still smelled like her shampoo. She melted into his embrace.

“Simon?” He hummed. “I don’t know how, but, thank you.”

He looked her in those eyes that kept him awake at night. “Of course.”

~~~

Two days later…

~~~

Bleary brown eyes fluttered open. He took several moments to blink away the crust on his eyes. The blindly white room was dark with only a soft amber lamp glowing in the far corner. He felt like his body was stuck to what he was laying on. He looked down and saw white sheets.

A flash of dark movement caught his eye from one of the pull out beds, fully stretched out and occupied. He shifted his stiff neck to see who or what it was.

He saw his own eyes.

Maybe he was dead. After all, he swore he saw his father sitting there by his mother. He tried his hardest but the sedatives won the battle. His tired eyes blinked slowly before finally closing. His breath evening out in slumber.

Wide brown eyes stared at the monitor. Only relaxing when the machine kept beeping at a constant rate. Then, Simon laid back down and clutched her closer. She sighed and moved closer to him. And damn was he happy in that moment.

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letstripdotcom · 8 months

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shut up my moms calling- chris sturniolo x fem!reader pt2

a/n: i wasn’t gonna do a part 2 but i got a few requests for it so enjoy (or else🥰🔪) very short and not proofread

summary- coming home from college means seeing the kid you’ve hated most your whole life. chris sturniolo. you’ve hated everything about his existence since the beginning of 6th grade when you transferred to somerville. the summer after your freshman year of college is when everything starts to change.

warnings: same old same old smut 🙂

the next morning the sun beamed down on your face waking you up. shit. the last thing you wanted to happen was nick or matt seeing chris cuddled up shirtless next to you. luckily, you were always up before the three of them, so you had time to sneak chris back to his room.

“chris. chris!” you whisper shouted turing to wake him up. he let go and rolled off you you. “huh” he muttered half awake. “you gotta go before matt and nick wake up.” you told him. he gave you one last hug and a sloppy kiss on your neck before walking across the hall to his room.

you lied down on your bed and sighed. what would you tell nick and matt? would you tell nick and matt? what does this mean to chris? does he still hate me? my mind was flooded with thoughts. suddenly my phone buzzed breaking me out of my thoughts.

chris

u hungry?

yeah kinda

chris

come down in about 30 minutes:)

okay. i’ll shower then i’ll be down.

read: 9:23am

you tossed your phone on the bed beside you. what. the. fuck. you picked out your clothes for the day and you took a shower. you savored every last bit of the 30 minutes of peace you had because who knows how today will go.

after your shower, you head downstairs. you can small whatever chris is cooking. “i made pancakes, your favorite.” you smiled at him thankfully and took the plate from him. the silence was loud once you begun eating. “so” you spoke up. “what are we gonna tell your brothers?”

“i think telling them we talked it out would be fine. we tell them we had a deep conversation last night and we put the past behind us and were ready to be friends now. but we don’t tell them” he paused “we don’t tell them we had sex” i finished his sentence quietly. “exactly” he smiled

i finished my pancakes and went over to the living room couch. chris did the dishes and followed behind me. “you know y/n, i’ve known you since 6th grade isn’t that crazy” “yeah?” i say in a confused tone trying to figure out where he’s going with this. “i’ve known you since 6th grade and we’re adults now” he continues “and i haven’t once told you how i’ve truest felt. i’ve told you how much i hate you many times, but have i ever told you how awful every one of our arguments made me feel?”

i look at him with furrowed eyebrows as i try to think of a response. “really?” was all i could think to say. “every time we would argue like we did the night of that party, i would feel like such a dick. especially when i would catch a glimpse of you and i could tell you were crying.” he says. “then why did you do it?” i ask him.

“i’m not good at expressing emotions, and i ruined it all for myself. if i had ye chance, i would go back to 6th grade and make it all right.” he stared at you “wow” was all you could say before you found yourself kissing chris. your eyes fluttered shut as you moved your lips along his.

his tongue soon makes its way into your mouth exploring every part. you put your hands in his hair and tug slightly which makes him groan. he grabs your waist and sets you on his lap. you kiss very deeply, exploring every part of eachother.

“so i’m guessing y’all made up?” a voice spoke from behind us. jumped off of chris’s lap looking at nick. “surprise!” i awkwardly smiled at him. “thank god” he sighed. “so ur not mad?” i asked “god no. i’d rather you guys practically eat each others faces than hear yall argue for the next week. just not in front of me please.” me chris and nick all laughed

later that night went out to dinner, and chris was teasing me the whole time. no matter where we were he was always touching me somehow. he would run my thighs or hug my waist or whisper something in my ear. i know he was trying to get my worked up and it was working. if i could i would have let him fuck me on the dinner table right in the middle of the restaurant.

the so we got back to the house, i practically dragged him up to my room and slammed the door. “you’re such a tease” is all i said before kissing him hungrily. he grabbed my waist and guided me to the bed, laying me on my back. instead of crawling on top of me like i expected, he lowered himself between my legs.

he lifted up my dress, running his cold hands up my body as he exposed my underwear. he then started to leave wet sloppy kisses up my thighs. “chris please” i beg as he gets closer to where i need him most.

he then tauntingly pulls down my panties and sets them to the side. i moan just at how close he is me me. he then licks a stripe up my folds completely flattening his tongue. my hands immediately fly to his hair. “oh my god chris” i whine.

my legs tighten around his head as he eats me like a starved animal. chris was becoming so turned on by my moans and praises that he had to remove a hand from my waist to try to get himself off. he stroked hard and fast as he continued eating me. he moaned into me, sending tingles all through my body causing my back to arch off the bed.

“chris i’m about to cum i’m about to come” i whined. chris groaned, this mouth still not separating from my pussy. “chris please keep doing that” i begged. he groaned again. “oh fuck” i screamed as i came. chris cleaned up every last one of my juices before he lifted his head from between my shaking legs

chris stood up to get a towel, and grab me a change of clothes when i noticed the wet patch on his crotch. “chris if you needed help all you had to do was ask” i told him. “it’s fine, i just couldn’t help it you sounded so beautiful.” he smiled. i can tell he was clearly still hard. “how bout you lay down while i help you” i smirked crawling over him.

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a/n- this is the ending you get bc i’m dying from a migraine right now🥰

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Scream meets X" || Billy Loomis x Stu Macher x GN!AFAB reader 🔪🔞

PART 1

As requested, part 3! Any suggestions are welcome. My ask box is open!

Warnings: 3some, ffm, AFAB reader (no pronouns used,) oral (male receiving,) scratching (once,) pre-determined clothes, voyeurism, Billy is grumpy (lol,) unedited

Once you walked outside you crashed into Stu's lean figure; "You guys had fun in there?" he asked, sticking his tongue out at you and you sighed; "Not now Stu, Tatum saw the creepy old lady too. She was standing outside the window, staring at us!" You nearly shouted and Billy walked towards you quickly; "Hey, what's going on baby?" he asked, concerned; "Tatum and I saw..." You trailed off, tears escaping your eyes.

Something didn't feel right since the moment you set foot in that cabin and Billy quickly caught on to your concern. "C'mon, let's go'" Billy whispered and glared at Stu before walking you into the bedroom.

"What did I do?!" Stu shouted and scoffed, walking into his own room.

In your room, Billy sat down with you on the edge of the bed and cupped your cheek with his left hand; "Talk to me baby, what's going on? You've been on edge since we got here," he spoke softly and you sighed, closing your eyes to try and make sense of your thoughts and feelings; "I don't know, Billy. Things have been strange since day one. First the owner being hostile and nearly killing Stu, then his sudden change of mind..." you trailed off and Billy scanned your face.

"Nothing bad happened, okay? We just had a talk with him. Straightened some things up, that's a-" - "Did you threaten him?" You interrupted and Billy went quiet. He grabbed your hand and looked into your eyes; "We did what had to be done-" - "Billy! Stop avoiding the question! You threatened him, didn't you?" You interrupted once again and Billy sighed; "I wouldn't necessarily say threatened. It was more like a warning, really..." he explained, but you knew him better than that. You knew he manipulated that old fuck and threatened his life in order to get what he wanted. What you wanted. He did it for you but you had a feeling that the lady stalker was a consequence of whatever he and Stu said or did.

"Billy... Did you know about... The owners wife, I assume?" You asked. You were testing him and his trust. You needed to know if he truly cared about your safety; "...Yes. I did." Billy answered and looked down in slight shame. You cupped his face and looked him straight in the eyes. He might've lied then, but you understood why. He was trying to protect you.

"Look, it wasn't a big deal ok? We got what we wanted and now you're going to be a hit baby. You're it." He told you and placed his hand on your thigh, rubbing up and down.

You couldn't help but reveal a subtle smile. Billy was selfish, but he was selfish for you. You fed from his attention and praise. He loved getting his way while keeping you happy. It was a perfectly fucked up mix of emotions that kept you together.

"Do you think Tatum's okay?" You asked, concern lacing your voice. Billy didn't care much about the girl but he knew Stu would comfort her in his own moronic way.

"I'm sure she's fine, baby. Stop worrying so much, okay? I'm right here." Billy reassured and you visibly relaxed.

"You did so good for me today, hm?" The boy said and pulled you towards him so you could straddle his lap.

"You think so?" You asked teasingly.

"Oh, I know so. Wait until you see yourself," Billy said and squeezed your sides, his cock half hard between your legs just by thinking about your scene.

You smirked and started to grind against his length, it getting fully hard and stimulating your clit perfectly. Moaning at the feeling, you pulled Billy's hair and crashed your lips against his. He placed his hands on your ass and moved your hips against his quicker.

"Fuck... I need to taste you." Your lover said as he laid you on the bed and kneeled down in front of the edge, placing your legs over his shoulders. He teased your pussy by licking your lips softly at first and slowly making his way to your center.

He sucked on your clit very softly but just enough to send a bolt of pleasure up your body. You loved the way he took his time with you while eating you out. His soft movements and teasing drove you mad and he wasn't even getting started.

Billy rested his head against your inner thigh, giving him the perfect angle to lick a stripe up your most sensitive spot. You moaned at his actions and ran your hands through his hair. As he licked at sucked you throbbed uncontrollably and he couldn't help but chuckle against you.

"Ugh, you're such a tease," you moaned out and he pulled back, looking at you from between your legs and smirking. He said nothing and you knew he was going to keep devouring you all night if you let him. And that he did.

•

You woke you from a small ray of light hitting your face. The day was beautiful. Clear blue skies and barely any clouds in sight.

Billy was spooning you, you could feel the soft rise and fall of his chest with every breath he took. You didn't want to get out of bed. The peacefulness was all you needed after last night's stress.

You closed your eyes and smiled softly, enjoying every second of the moment before you heard the door open slowly and felt the bed dip behind you.

It was Stu.

He came over to wake you guys up, and he obviously chose the most obnoxious way to do so.

Stu laid down behind Billy and spooned him. He brushed his friends hair behind his ear and whispered; "Rise and shine Billy boy."

You turned around to look at Stu who had the biggest grin on his face.

Billy opened his eyes, instant annoyance taking over him before he pushed Stu off the bed; "Fuck off asshole," he said and turned around, pulling you towards him once again, snuggling with you.

You giggled at their interaction and wiggled against Billy.

Tatum laid next to you a few seconds later and played with your hair; "C'mon babe, we have a scene to shoot later."

You looked at her in confusion; "You and me?," you asked and she nodded; "And Billy too. Stu wants to do some double blowjob action."

You gasped and craned your neck, locking eyes with Stu. You told him it would be fun to do a scene like that but you didn't think he'd actually go through with it.

"Hell yeah I do, I bet our Billy over here isn't going to mind," Stu said while sticking his tongue out.

Billy might've had his eyes closed but he was half awake and able to hear everything you guys were saying. Stu was already getting on his nerves. The boy threw his pillow at Stu and the blonde ran out of the room giggling like a little girl.

"Ugh, he's so annoying," Tatum said, followed by a smile; "Go get pretty, we're starting in a few hours," she continued and left your room, allowing you and Billy to wake up without anymore interruptions.

•

After midday and discussing what the scene would consist of, everything was set up in the living room space. You were wearing a similar farm girl style dress with Tatum. The skirts barely covered your ass and you and your best friends tits were threatening to rip the buttons of your dress open because of the tight fit.

Billy was sitting on the couch feeling a bit more excited than he thought he'd be, but of course he wasn't gonna let it show so he had a straight face while Stu explained to Randy how he wanted the camera to be angled.

The boys ended up arguing like two idiots about it and Tatum was starting to get impatient; "Guys, get on with it! My tits can't breathe over here!," She complained and Randy rolled his eyes.

"Stu, it's literally fine let's just film this shit already!," Randy argued and Stu sighed; "Fine! If this movie doesn't win an Oscar it's your fault," the boy said and Billy chuckled, disbelief written all over his face. His friend was being delusional with this whole thing at this point.

"Okay, let's do this!," Stu yelled and clapped his hands, making everyone jump at the sudden sound; "Action!"

The camera started rolling and you crawled on the couch from the right next to Billy, kissing his neck softly. You knew that was one of his weak spots and his cock started to get hard instantly.

Tatum crawled next to him from the left and started to rub him over his jeans while you kissed your way to his lips, making out slowly.

You played with each others tongues and moaned softly. His cock was growing impossibly hard and he was starting to get impatient.

Billy ran his hand through Tatum's hair which surprised her, but she didn't break character. He pulled her hair enough to lead her between his legs. The girl smirked in disbelief and started to unbutton your lovers jeans.

You gave Billy one last kiss before sliding down between his legs next to Tatum and helped her finish pulling his pants down to reveal his rock hard cock.

Both of you gasped in unison at the sight.

You took the lead and licked a stripe up his length, kissing the tip softly.

Billy threw his head back and hissed. He was really sensitive and desperate to feel his cock getting sucked and licked by two people. Greedy as ever.

You grabbed his length after teasing him and started to stroke him.

Tatum kissed your cheek to signal you that she was ready to feel your lips against hers. Without hesitating you made out with her. Both of you exaggerated your moans and whines for the camera and started to play with each others tits.

Randy couldn't believe he was experiencing this. He couldn't help but get hard at the sight and whisper; "fuck" once you and Tatum started to continue making out with Billy's cock between yours and her lips.

Billy had his hands between yours and Tatum's hair, but he was focusing on you the whole time.

You looked so fucking gorgeous with his cock pressed against your lips. The way you shared him fed his ego and he loved every second of it. The way you made out with your friend like that around him was pure bliss and he couldn't get enough of your tongue brushing against his length expertly.

You looked like a total slut and felt like one too. You took pride in it, enjoyed every second of sharing his dick like you were, yet it felt like an experience only both of you shared. Selfish as ever.

Billy wasn't going to last any longer with both you and Tatum working magic on his cock and you knew as much, so you placed your hand on one of his thighs and scratched down the flesh to elicit more pleasure from the pain you were inflicting.

"Fuck, baby..." He whispered for you only.

You locked eyes with him and smirked while you licked his length and that just about did it for him.

You and Tatum opened your mouths for Billy and he came all over your faces. You two looked so pretty giggling and sticking your tongues out to collect his seed.

"And that's a wrap!" Stu said and sighed; "That was incredibly hot. I nearly jizzed my pants just looking at ya," he continued and earned glares and smirks from all of you.

Randy locked himself in the bathroom, having to take care of himself and you felt incredible with your work.

•

After a very long shower and dinner you were walking outside admiring the sunset. The orange and pink clouds combined with the dark blue sky. The cool wind brushed against your skin and you felt relaxed.

As you walked along the field the main house of the farm caught your attention.

Curiosity took the best of you and you walked over, circling the structure before climbing up the front porch. The door was open and you peeked inside to see if anyone was home.

Since nobody was in sight you stepped inside and looked at all the old photos lining the wall all the way up the stairs. There was a young couple in most of them, you assumed it was the owner and his wife.

It seemed like the woman was a dancer or some kind of performer. She was very beautiful with her long flowy dresses and brunette hair.

You continued to admire the pictures when all of a sudden you saw a shadow behind you. It startled you and made you turn around quickly, and there she was. The old lady. She had white hair that looked like it was going to fall off her head any second. Her skin was extremely wrinkled and she wore a pink house dress.

"Lemonade?," she said slowly and you nodded, following the woman into the kitchen.

As she poured the juice into the glass it elicited a refreshing sound that made your mouth water. You sat down and drank the whole thing in one go.

"Good?," the lady asked and you nodded, observing her quietly for what seemed like minutes.

"Well, I should go... Thanks for the lemonade," you said as you stood up from the chair and walked towards the door slowly.

The whole exchange was quick yet it seemed like it all happened in slow motion. Something was definitely off but you couldn't quite grasp what it was.

As you approached the front door you felt the lady grab your hand.

You turned around, confusion and slight disgust showing on your face; "He'll kill you first," the woman said and you removed your hand from hers quickly.

"W-What?," you asked, not sure if you heard her right.

"He'll kill you first," she repeated herself and you gasped in fear as the lady grabbed your hand again with force.

"Let me go!," you screamed and ran out of the house as quickly as you could.

As you were approaching the cabin you were staying in you crashed into someone. They steadied you and when you looked up it was Billy. Randy and Stu were looking for you along with him; "Where the fuck were you?!," Billy screamed and all you could do was hold onto him and cry.

"C'mon," he said and pulled you inside the cabin, walking into your room and closing the door behind him.

"YN, what the fuck was that?!," he questioned and you sobbed.

Billy closed his eyes and sighed, calming himself down just enough to hug you and comfort you.

"She... She said he'll kill me first," you managed to say and Billy pulled back, a confused expression on his face.

"What? Who said that?," he asked while studying your face.

"The old lady."

#billy loomis smut #billy loomis x reader #ghostface smut #ghostface x reader #ghostfacesmut #billy loomis x you #scream (1996)#stu macher smut #stu macher x billy loomis #stu matcher x reader #tatum riley

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thestarfishinjootsoffice · 1 year

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Hi, if its ok to ask .

Slashers x teen reader

The teen reader is fond of sewing after finishing the sketch. If they cant do the method they look it up online when they are able to create it with trial and error they gift the slashers something they made weather be small or big . If anyone attacks them she has a bracelet with a pin cushion filled with pins for attack

I'm kinda confused since you didn't specify what kind of sewing but I tried my best!

Slashers x teen! reader who likes sewing

Michael 🔪

Michael doesn't like sewing obviously, he doesn't get the appeal other than the damage you could cause with the sharp needle/ the presser foot he guess.

But damn he loves your sewing products even if it looks like he glanced at it one time for a second, he thinks they're so cute and especially since you made it all for him?? And him specifically???

One day you took a large amount of your time and made a mini him with a mini knife and he looked pissed off but inside he was pleasantly surprised and pleased and from then on he took it everywhere with him inside his breast pocket.

He witness you having problems with your idea one time and just silently watched you struggle cause he doesn't know what to do either and then walked away after you finally found out how to fix it. It's weird but ig that's his way of looking after you. (he came back an hour later to see what you made even though it might just be halfway done.)

He thinks the hobby itself is a waste of time but takes it back when you gift him cool ass clothings or toys with it. (he totally still thinks it a waste of time, it's just cooler when you do it.)

Your dad doesn't approve of sharp things that could danger YOU but if its for self defense he can let it pass. Although he thinks it's unnecessary. (you have him, why would you need weapons?)

But he approves when he realises they keep you safe. But he thinks they look hideous.

Jason 🪓

He's never really thought of sewing before but it did pique his interest when he saw you doing it one day. He did find your sketching notebook and grew fond of your imagination.

I think Jason's clothes do become very worn out and so you did your best to make a new one for him (which you got from dead victims) and made him a big long sleeved shirt which consisted of forest green, coffee brown and other nature and earthy colors. He was so proud of you, his little kid. :,)

But he likes anything you make, really.

If you're struggling with something you have to find out in your own. Because I don't know where you can look anything up online or any technology in a place such as where Jason lives. But Jason will support you to the best of his abilities.

And oh, if you make any matching articles of clothing for the both of you he will be over the moon. Like matching bear bucket hats or matching patterned pants. He thinks it'll be a great way to let outsiders others know that you two have a connection with each other. (yk, like relation? Family relation?? Idk)

He loves the little small things you can make, like a sewn cat or animal and make it look like a key chain.

If you make a mini him, he might just cry. If you make a mini him and you holding hands like a parent / child way he'll definitely cry. He never even dreamed of such luxury. He's just engulfing you while hugging you like. "oh you precious thing, *sob*"

Jason absolutely freaks out when he saw the bracelet pin cushion. You have a bracelet full of pins, what if they slip out and cut your entire hand off!? But just show him how helpful it is and he'll calm down a little. A little...

Hannibal 🍽️

Hannibal noticed your hobby of sewing after a while of living with him/ visiting you before he took you in (?). He finds the hobby quite adorable and pretty useful. He would love to see your creations after you're done with them.

He may or may not snoop around your sketchbook and act as if nothing happened if you almost catch him.

He compliments whatever you make but gives constructive criticism when needed. And sometimes he looks too deep in what your sewn products are and what they might mean. 💀

this man gets so enthusiastic and happy when you want to make custom clothes for him like ong, a suit made from love from his child and made exactly to his liking?? What could he ask for more? He happily just stands there while you take his measurements.

He occasionally checks up on you while you sew, and although he prefers when you two are in the dinner table together, he won't mind having a meal or two alone. Atleast you eat.

Hannibal acknowledges your errors, not in a bad way but in a way where he sees it as learning process and is very proud of you when you've successfully completed your work.

Talking about sewing, you already know about the kinda expensive shit he gets for you according to your taste. They just seem very valuable no matter how you make them look.

Do it, make matching suits (or yours a dress, however you like it) for the both of you. He has this sick ass introduction where he introduces you as his teenage child and you look like those cool parent & child team in action movies/shows.

He also doesn't approve of sharp things and thinks the pin cushion is a bit odd. They're too obvious and someone might snatch them and make the tables turn so he suggests a more secret area.

Billy n Stu 🎭

Safe to say the both of them thought sewing was boring and takes up too much of time but that wasn't much after they met you.

You literally make their ghostface costumes.

They both love seeing what sorts of things you can make from a lump of small pieces of clothing and a needle/machine. They totally asked you to sew custom clothes for them. (Billy was a bit of an asshole but agreed to give you money because of stu) they couldn't have been happier with the result.

They think sewing is so cool now. And if you make a ghostface / mini them, that's it. Sewing is officially their favourite thing even if they don't do it. They have it on almost every single day.

Billy and stu probably tried to flex on Sidney and Tatum on the things you make for them and they were mildly concerned at the ghostface thing.

Billy will loudly look through your sketchbook in front of you, even though there's nothing to be ashamed of, it's like someone looking through your unfinished drawing sketchbook. (artists can relate.) stu will try to be a but sneaky but fails and goes along with Billy.

These men have no shame, and will proudly and confidently boast about what you make and how good you make it in front of random ass people you don't even know. Even when you're really embarrassed and telling them to stop.

These men will like anything you make and don't really have much to complain about. So they'll give a genuine thumbs up on pretty much anything.

They think the pin cushion is hilarious but make it horror themed and they'll think it's cool. They have no problem with you and dangerous objects and they think this is great for self defense.

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jinx-on-mars-19xx · 4 months

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Hate Is Nothing New

(Kill Somebody Like You Part Two Chapter Six)

🔪Previous Parts Here🔪

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: ABO dynamics (knots, slick, heats, mpreg), alpha serial killer/hitman Dom, omega mob boss Kells, baby fic, cursing, past abuse, past SA, past miscarriage, allusions to selling people, sexism (against omegas), family talks, threats, allusions to murder, issues with the government, secrets revealed, past DV, Kells trying to be strong while everyone talks about his past abuse, panic/anxiety, hurt/comfort, cuddling, fluffy love confessions, boys being adorable, enemies to lovers ❤️‍🔥 Rating: mature

All ideas helped by @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker 🩷

When Kells sat down with his family around him, his mate on one side, and his sons on the other he wasn't sure if he did in fact ‘got this’ as Dom had said. Mod, Tom, Trav, and his mother were on the other couch and his best friend was setting his cell on the table. His knee automatically started bouncing and he thought about running back to their bedroom and hiding. He was supposed to have weeks for a break but his father going on live TV fucked everything up. His men didn't even know the full story but he was sure they heard that bastard's words- ‘Colson tried to tempt me. Just like his mom.’ Or however he'd worded his disgusting lies. He was positive everyone in the home had heard what he yelled at the screen but did Mod know? Tim must. Any of the men who were around when he was young. Fuck. He couldn't look any of them in the face and call himself a leader could he?

Blain eased Punk to one arm and reached over for Col’s hand. It struck him suddenly that if he let himself feel shame for all he'd been through he was basically telling this boy he should be ashamed too. That any time he was hurt it was his fault. That he couldn't be strong for being put through hell. That's not what he wanted either of his boys to believe, he wanted to prove to his young omega that he could be whatever he wanted in life and he shouldn't feel anything but pride for surviving. He wanted his little Alpha to grow up knowing omegas were his equals, not less than. He didn't want his lover thinking he should hate himself for what happened when he was younger. If he didn't face this head on he would be letting down everyone he loved and himself.

He never wanted to be the face of an omega revolution, he'd spent so long lying to himself and everyone else about what he was it didn't feel fair for him to. If anything he felt like an insult to the movement but no one else was saying so. Dom had shown him his fan pages and so many sweet messages, he had support of thousands if not more. He knew he couldn't look himself in the mirror if he didn't step the fuck up but he was terrified at the same time.

“So are we thinking car bomb?” Rook spoke up from the phone and it made everyone chuckle. It broke the tension and reminded Col these were his people. He just tried to keep thinking how easy it had gone the day he came out. They all already knew. Maybe they knew this too?

He cleared his throat and sat forward, spreading his legs to lean his elbows there. He felt bad letting go of both Dom and his son but he had to focus and he was sure they understood. He needed to feel in control and he knew he wasn't doing it alone. Besides he knew himself damn well and he'd probably be pacing a hole in the carpet soon. “We can't do anything like that. Mod, this line secure?” He had to make sure and his brother nodded. He trusted his tech inclined roommates to know better than the feds. “This apology they're issuing is probably bullshit, it just means they'll be watching us closer. We can't do anything that would get us caught which means we can't make any buys this month either.” Down to business first, they can handle his dad after or preferably not at all.

“Weird idea I know but uh, why don't we just tell them what we do?” Pete offered from his line and Kells rolled his eyes.

“We can't trust they wouldn't try to step in and fuck it up. Can you name the last omegas the government actually saved? Yeah. I didn't think so. We do their job because they don't give a fuck about people like me. Besides if they found out we couldn't keep it from spilling to everyone we buy from. We'd be up shits creek without a damn paddle and I'm not doing that to what Travis built. I hate the idea of waiting, I know that's a lot of people lost but we have to give them up for long enough so we can help even more later.” He explained. It truly did hurt his heart that he couldn't help for a few months. Who knows how many omegas he'd lose the chance to save in that time.

“Tell us what you really think.” Rook teased again and he laughed softly, finally pushing up to stand so he could pace. He knew the bigger shit was coming and he hated it. He didn't want to talk about them. Ever.

“It's okay baby, I can take this.” Collette offered as he walked past her but he shook his head. He was boss, even with Travis alive and mostly well. He could handle it. Right?

“We're on your side boss, we know they were lying.” Tim spoke up and for just a moment Colson wondered why he wasn't already in his home. He glanced to his parents who were watching him pace and his brows furrowed.

“Just a sec.” He huffed.

Dom watched his mate walk straight out of their home and he shared a confused look with Tom. It was Travis who rubbed over the back of his head like he was nervous.

“Oh hey boss!” Tim's voice sounded further away from the phone before there was rustling coming through the speaker. After a moment the door opened again and Colson was dragging the beta with him. He stood in front of his mother and adoptive dad and gave them a look until the old boss scooted over.

“Stop being fucking weird. Tim is more welcome than you two assholes.” Kells huffed as he started pacing again. The beta had already helped him through a lot.

“What the fuck is happening?” Rook asked from the phone and Col threw up his hands.

“Tim was hiding in my parents apartment like a dirty little secret and I'm putting my foot down. I might have been an idiot before but I know now and I'm cool with it. Don't fuck with the good shit you actually have in your life.” The omega's gaze locked on his mate's and they shared a soft smile. Now that he knew what love was he didn't want anyone denying it. Not that he'd say anything so cheesy.

“Like I was saying. We know they're lying and we know at least some of what they did. I remember finding you Cols, we're behind you a thousand percent. Always.” The beta explained. Surprisingly Kells found himself wanting to hug the guy but he just gave him that bro nod. If he touched anyone he was pretty sure he'd break the hell down.

“I don't. Some of us don't know.” Pete spoke up and Colson thought about not explaining shit. The important people knew but… weren't they all important? He couldn't decide if he needed to do something with his hands and he thought about taking his son but Punk was sleeping happily in his big brother’s hold and the sight was too comforting to stop.

He picked up one of his boy's squishmallow stuffies. It was some kind of goblin looking fuck but the softness was nice between his fingers. He kept squeezing it or tossing it around as he walked back and forth but he wasn't sure how to talk about this. “I know some of you remember when I got here. When Travis found me. Well as my sperm donor said himself by accident, he sold both mom and me, but it wasn't because we came on to his brother. He caught the fucker…” He couldn't swallow past the lump in his throat and he was squeezing the squish too tight to his chest. He probably looked like the lost boy he felt like but Dom met his eyes and smiled.

“You all remember how hard I fought to find Colson after Travis saved me. Well it was because I worried my ex’s brother would assault him like he had me. My husband- who bought me as a child, came home to find his brother attacking me but they blamed me for it. He questioned if Col was his which of course he was. I was barely old enough to even have children. They nearly killed me and sold me, keeping my boy and moving away so I couldn't track them down.” Collette sighed, squeezing her mate's hand. Tim wrapped his arm across the back of the sofa to go around Travis's shoulders so he could rest a palm on her neck. They were sweet together if weird to see. Travis was in the middle because he was obviously the center of them. Whatever was happening. Shit, that wasn't the important thing at the moment.

“History repeats itself I guess.” Col grumbled and he caught a few curses through the phone. It was reassuring they all loved him and his mom so much but he didn't want them thinking less of him. Or thinking about it every time they saw him.

“So it was your uncle's kid? That's fucked up.” Dub huffed through the phone and Kells felt his stomach roll. He hadn't meant to explain that part really and his pulse raced. The old timers knew?

“Shit, hey. You're okay. Colson? Breathe for me.” Travis had dropped his cane after pushing himself up and he stopped in front of Kells to cup his cheeks. “We could smell it on you when we found you. It didn't matter to anyone. It still doesn't. We love you and we would have loved them too. You're our family. My son. Our leader. Don't let this fuck you up.”

After a minute Kells took a deep breath and nodded. He was pretty sure Dub muttered an apology at some point but the damage was done. He wasn't upset, he just didn't like talking about his miscarriage. Like the other said- it was deeply fucked up. “I want them both dead but we can't kill them yet. What are our options in the meantime because they're trying to fuck with my name.” The omega spoke and Travis stepped back with a proud smile but Tim had to help him sit back down. It was obvious walking without help took it out of him.

“All I can think is death.” Rook explained and Col almost laughed. There was a chorus of ‘same’ and even most of the people in the room nodded along. It was his mother who raised her hand with a smirk.

“Actually I have an idea. I don't think you're gonna like it though. Any of you.” She said, looking over at his mate and sons. It piqued his interest but honestly even if he hated it he'd do what he had to, to protect his family. They couldn't kill the men but they had to stop their talking. It could ruin their livelihoods and ability to save omegas if they kept it up.

“Let's hear it. I'll take anything at this point.” He sighed and she beamed at him. He'd do anything to help keep his family safe.

🖤🔪🖤

Colson had said he'd do anything for his family and his name but after everyone had left he was still warring inside over her idea. She'd explained herself in detail and it made perfect sense but he was having trouble finding the strength inside himself for all it would take. He was still pacing hours later, his son asleep in his cot. His family had either left or gone to their rooms except Dom of course. His Alpha stayed with him but kept his distance for the time being. He was terrified the killer was upset too.

“Do you think it's a good idea?” He finally asked when the world started to feel quiet. He made his feet pause and he turned to face the other man.

“I don't like it neither but I don't know wha' else we can do. Bastards plastered ‘emselves on TV to make sure we couldn't fuck wiv ‘em. Pretty sure ya mum's right. We out of options luv.” The Alpha sighed and shrugged, holding out his hand to ask his mate closer. After a moment Col walked to him and crawled into his lap, straddling him gently. He didn't want to put too much weight on the other but Dom pulled him flush against him.

The boss exhaled his stress at the relaxing feel of being held by his lover. Dominic always made him feel better. “It's gonna be stressful as fuck. I mean it's already bad getting these little stalkers outside and shit. We'll be doing this on purpose. You hate being perceived.” He joked, wrapping his arms around his partner's neck.

Dom curled his fingers around his mate's hips, his thumbs petting over his hip bones that were getting more visible by the day. For a split second he felt sad over the loss of Col’s baby bump but he shook it off and kissed the other's lips. “I can do it. Yeah it'll be awkward for a bit but I'll get used to it. Besides it ain't like anyone is gonna recognize me or nuffin, don't got no one to bover me like you do. I'll stand be’ind yas like a good boy. Besides, if I ever get caught it'll make a great chapter for all the True Crime docs about me.”

Colson rolled his eyes at his lover's joke. He hated the thought of her serial killer ever being found out and he trusted Dom would always be careful about that. For now it was completely separate, they weren't doing anything that could get them in trouble. No, for now they were just a couple that helped run a family owned PR company and a load of clubs in LA. They were company men and good boys. They were used to masks, this was just a new one. Dominic would do anything Col needed him to and he always would.

“Mmm, ya know…” Kells trailed off as he licked over his mate's lips. “If we really want to present a strong bond and family values shit…” His stomach flipped with nerves as he sat back and slid off one of his rings. He always wore the one Dom bought him on his ring finger but the one he pulled free was something Travis had gifted him long ago. It was a simple titanium band with crosses all around and he held it up between them and took a shaking breath. “I think we should get married.”

“For the story?” Dom asked. He could still remember the night he accidentally proposed and Colson had ignored him. He didn't want to say yes just to make a good picture. He wanted his partner to ask because they were in love. He knew they were, but of course his dominant needed to be in control of even this.

“For me. Because shit Dom, I need you. You're already my mate and the father of our boys and you back me up with everything. I know all this, I know I have you forever and sure maybe I'm letting this shit push me into asking now but-” The omega stopped himself from rambling and he took a breath. When their eyes met again he tried to speak from the heart as best he could. He tried to peel away every mask and facade he'd ever put up and just let his psycho see the real him that only he could find. “I wanted to say yes that night. I was terrified of something so fucking traditional and believe me if we do it in a church I'll pass the hell out.”

“I fink I'd burst into flames.”

Kells smiled at his mate's soft tease but continued. “Seeing them again… He's the reason I was scared of tradition. He married mom so young and would have married me off too. He hid behind religion and kept saying God knew she was still his forever. It fucked me up. I'm yours because I want to be. Every scar we give each other reminds me of that. I would die if I lost you, probably take your ass with me first. But I don't want to let him scare me off anything anymore. You gave me our boy and I survived it. You mated me and I survived it. Now… this is the last thing he's kept me scared of. So Dom, will you marry me and help me face one last fear and beat him again?”

The Alpha rarely felt the type of emotions that made him cry but Colson had been bringing that out of him for almost a year. He felt his eyes burn but he blinked it back, holding his hand up for his lover. “Course I will, always got your back Cols. Long as you remember I asked first.” He teased and sniffled. Kells always took the lead and he wanted just this one thing. His partner chuckled wetly as he slid the band on his finger. “So, courthouse? Vegas? Wha' ya finking?”

“Oh baby no. Just because I don't want a church wedding doesn't mean it won't be the most spectacular thing you've ever seen.” He purred as their lips met and he felt the other man swallow hard.

“It's gonna be…” Dom trailed off and Col nodded.

“Expensive as fuck. Yeah. We deserve the best of everything, don't we?” He could already picture so much of it and he couldn't wait to see his lover all dressed up. “I'm not wearing a fucking skirt.” He had to add and Dom laughed, his palms resting low on the older man's hips.

“Maybe I will.” The Alpha shrugged and rolled his mate's ass in his lap. He wasn't sure if he was trying for anything but he wanted to feel even more connected. He was just happy to finally understand what had happened before and to be able to help his partner through everything. Forever. Soon he wouldn't just be a mate and father, he'd be a husband and he was marrying the most self spoiled brat he'd ever met. He couldn't fucking wait.

Author's Note/Tags: @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @fenoy7 @cole-way-iero28 if anyone wants tagged let me know 🩷

Slightly intense chapter but surprise ending! I love the juxtaposition of how low-key they are personally but extravagant with what they show to the world. Such a calm sweet proposal when you know the wedding will be wild. I wonder what Collette has planned to help, I guess we'll find out as we go. I hope you're all enjoying it 🖤❤️‍🔥

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mlobsters · 1 year

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supernatural s8e20 pac-man fever (w. robbie thompson)

(same sam, same. every day)

okay. OKAY. this is very reminiscent of the ghost ship xfiles episode. the music in one scene in the hallways was used in the crow too so i did a little post about it here but it's one of the best (maybe the best???) sequences in the entire series and so i had to include it in its entirety here and now (eternal crush on gillian anderson started in the early 90s and she's such a doll in the 40s getup)

supernatural s8e20 (night hop by benny carter) / the x-files s6e3 triangle (hot liquorice by dick walter)

mitch pileggi aka skinner aka not-so-good-grandpa also briefly appears in the xfiles clip :)

same vibes. (hannibal s1e9 trou nomand)

DEAN In the neighborhood? How the hell does she know where we are? SAM Uh, well, she doesn't. Not exactly, at least. It says she tracked our cells to a twenty mile radius, then the signal went out. Huh. This place must be in some kinda, like, Bermuda Triangle.

lol

sweetness ♥️

CHARLIE Well, after you guys left, I dug into all things monsters. I'm a wee bit obsessive. If "wee bit" means completely. I also found this series of books, by a Carver Edlund? [SAM and DEAN exchange awkward looks] Did those books really happen? CHARLIE (cont'd) Wow. That is some meta madness. [to DEAN] Thanks for saving the world and stuff. [to SAM] Sorry you have zero luck with the ladies.

the awkwardness of this situation if you think about it for more than a second is off the charts

CHARLIE What about, uh, Castiel? He seems helpful, and dreamy.

not the word choice i'd expect but okay

DEAN He's MIA, with a tablet of his own, doing God knows what. I mean, to be honest this whole thing is... I mean, Sam's a tough son of a bitch, but... Cas is saying that these trials are messing with him in ways that even he can't heal. CHARLIE If it's any consolation, having read your history, there is pretty much nothing the Winchesters can't do if they work together.

pretty sure i said "that's nice" out loud

CHARLIE Must be nice, having a brother, someone to always watch your back.

not that their thing is on any scale of normal. also *squints* whatcha gettin at here, show. are we adopting charlie?

DEAN Nuh-uh. Back on the horse, kiddo, come on.

operation adopt-a-sister engaged

same, charlie, same.

hey, it's jason mendoza from the good place! didn't recognize his face with the hair being up but his voice immediately rang the bell

the good place s1e8 most improved player - manny jacinto as jason mendoza

DEAN I know you wanna help, I do, but— SAM Dean, you cannot take care of the both of us. I need to be out here. Play through the pain, right? DEAN Come on man, don't quote me to me.

but dean taking care of you is kind of a non-negotiable you know that

CHARLIE So the boys said they noticed something on the body's arm before it covered them in years of future therapy. Said it looked like a blue handprint. DEAN Sounds like something you should read about. In a book. At home. SAM I'm not leaving until we find out whatever is doing this. DEAN Whatever. [stalks off] CHARLIE You guys fight like an old married couple.

JUST LET ME TAKE CARE OF YOU 😡🔪

CHARLIE Alright, well, breakthrough means snack time to me, and I wanna just stretch my legs. I will pick us up some grub, and unlike you, Sam, I will not forget the pie.

sweetness x100

isn't it nice to have someone else they can be affectionate with and there's no need to worry about ~romantic tension~

none of the emotional trauma of the previous episode, some very solid heartwarming moments, not too many cringe inducing moments of embarrassment. i'll take it, robbie

#supernatural #spnwatch #the xfiles #the good place #hiky #spnhiky #manny jacinto #dick walter #benny carter #spn 8x20 #charlie bradbury #txf s6 #music parallels #i guess we'll call it #robbie thompson #everything's fine

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🍰

Taken from meme: [x] ||Accepting|| Note: I'm lazy, so i'm not about to edit images. I'm going full text-style.

🔪Where Sesshomaru would place your muse in a Horror movie:

Options: First to die, Survives by pure luck, Tries to protect the others, Too cute to die, Assassin, Kills the Assassin.

“By all means, as a Demon, it would stand that I be the assassin in a horror movie.” From human standards, anyways. “Kikyo in any horror movie situation would opt to protect others, and would put an end to the shenanigans by killing the assassin (ie Demon). In a situation we are both in the same situation, the most optimal play would be for Kikyo to ensure the safety of others while I incapacitate the assailant.”

👌 If someone said 'I'd die for you' what would Sesshomaru’s reaction be.

Options: Then perish, You will, Please don't, Cool, I'd die for you first.

“This Sesshomaru’s closest response to choose from would be ‘please don’t’ as it would be a waste to lay down her life for my own when I’d be more physically able to survive the blow by sheer will-power than she could.” It wasn’t as though her sentiment was lost on him. Far from it.

“I’ve already lost her before, and would not like for it to happen before my very eyes in this life.”

Would he tell her that he’d die for her? No. “This Sesshomaru is confident in his ability to outlive whatever it may be that threatens her life.” In this situation, he’s killing for her, and living to be with her. That is a true testament of his devotion, to live.

📝 'Can I copy your homework?' How does Sesshomaru think they'd react?

Options: I'll help you with it!, Yeah sure, Bold of you to assume i did the homework, Lol nope, Wait we had homework????, Read 5:55PM

“This Sesshomaru and Kikyo have long since passed the ages of being assigned ‘homework’. Surely, her response would be to ignore the message in favor of believing it be a scam message.” She’d come and ask him about it later, no doubt.

👀How likely is your muse to stab someone:

Options: Would never stab anyone, Would stab in retaliation, Yells 'I won't hesitate bitch' first, Would stab without warning, Would stab as a warning.

“Kikyo would stab without warning or as a warning.” Kikyo has slain countless Demons in her past and she was bound to keep the same energy in present day if necessary.

“Should anyone bring harm to those she cares for, that knife would be thrust in retaliation.”

Of course, Sesshomaru falls under the same exact categories. As the youth would say: ‘couple goals’.

#Blossomingbellflower #(Prompted Situations and Questions. meme)#(Kikyo)#(The Daiyoukai Enlightens. Ask)#(Under the Banner of the Inugami. Yakuyoukai)#(The Romance That Transcends The Ages. SessKik)

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the explorations one for decord?

👖Jeans, skinny jeans, or sweatpants?

Modern: The jeans that are between normal and skinny ones? Canon: He does not wear jeans nor sweatpants lol

🐀 What would they do if they were locked in a room with a rat?

Pick it up and put it where it belongs outside?? He's not afraid of no fuckin rat.

🐈 How do they react to being cat-called?

Decord is a genuinely imposing looking person. He's SHOCKED if somebody catcalls him because it just never happens. Like he's speechless.

🚘 What’s inside their glove box?

Napkins, pack of tissues, some document folders, those fast food utensils that are wrapped in plastic, some fast food straws that are still closed, chapstick, and a pack of hairties.

🎶 What song do they swear they hate until they’re alone and start singing it on repeat?

Burn Butcher Burn from the witcher soundtrack lmao,,,

🔪 Open up this character's kitchen cupboards. What do you see?

Pretty bare and basic tbh? Always up to stock on his pantry staples though! Definitely has a fancy ass spice rack.

😨 They accidentally break a vase. No one is around. What do they do?

Laugh if it isn't his vase, leaves it there. If it is his vase? "Merde. Damn.. Okay." and he'll clean it up and throw out the shards.

🌭 Deep down, do they believe a hot dog is a sandwich?

"Absolutely not."

💰 If they won the lottery, how would they spend the money?

Invest that shit, babyyy. But also spoil his partner/friends with whatever they want!

🎤 Do they sing in the shower? What do they sing?

He's a silent shower taker.. It's kind of unnerving..

😳 Why don’t they like how their voice sounds in recordings?

After his 'accident' Decord's voice got a lot raspier than it was and he HATES how it sounds on recordings.

🏠 What's the first thing they do when they get home for the evening?

Eat, lol. He usually forgets during the day so he eats a fuckton once his day is done.

🤓 What is one thing that they "nerd out" over?

Rare first edition books.

🕺 Do they dance when they're alone? Are they good at it?

No. But he used to be a noble, so he is a good dancer.

🤕 What’s the dumbest way they’ve been injured?

Galin distracted him while he was cooking and he cut his thumb with the knife. They felt terrible, but he was fine.

🍺 What's their favorite drinking game? If they don't drink, their favorite card or board game. What's their approach to winning?

"Drink every time character says/does X" is his favourite cause he can get blasted easily lmao-

🤑 For a million dollars, would they punch their best friend in the nose? Either way, have the character defend their answer.

Decord would do it for 5$ and a day off. "What? I'm tired and you have a very punchable face, Emil." "Fuck you, dude." "We can split the million?" "Fine."

😴 If they talked in their sleep, what weird jumble of words would come out?

Mostly french murmuring.. Decord has a lot of nightmares, and what he mumbled reflects that.

🖌 If they spray-painted a city wall, what would they write / draw?

Probably a cool silhouette art piece.

#☾*✲⋆. Essence of Myrrh #From The Fate ; Ash #⋆｡°✩ Decord

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Hold on where were Exo men going?! 😭 apparently there's a variety show happening? Amidst all the chaos sjhahshshahahshsha. And a comeback next month? No Kai on the title track or just the MV?!?! This is so chaotic I can't keep up 😬Anyways, SM is so evil for talking shit about them after stealing from the members for years. The way they coerced them into renewing their contracts, vile. And people who are like "they're rich anyway" are missing the point completely. SM artists need to unionise for real

What's going on in the football world, I can't even 💀 Benzema leaving is... I don't wanna talk about it

Ok so that Shinee song is an anniversary song then AAAAAAAAAAAA it's so nostalgic, the track is a summer bop and the MV is so sweet, but a bitch teared up!!!! SM 🔪🔪🔪🔪https://twitter.com/SHINeebble/status/1666613145132052482?t=YVyeRMFab8rlfI27_8ZLZw&s=19

And Jinki nooooo, what's going on, this is so sad, but I hope he comes back fully recovered soon :((( They've been working hard for over 15 years, it's understandable, idk if it's about his physical or mental health or both, the timing is unfortunate, but he'll be okay, hopefully https://twitter.com/pawstaem/status/1667068028524314624?t=n4MjH13NvmONDd3hMCDraw&s=19

TAEMIN?! SKZ?! ATZ?! WAYV?! TAEYONG?! And so many fucking more?! FUCK KCON AND FUCK LA!!!! https://twitter.com/KCON_official/status/1666746892779413504?t=r9j9Rx8y2gKw6bMZ_QKCUQ&s=19 and Ateez will never escape KCON and they'll never fucking rest... 🙄 no but this line up is too good, tf

Excuse me??? https://twitter.com/Love_It_All_/status/1666794323487105026?t=YGPW97rbVMlu2cliLmpxBA&s=19

Taeyong's song is more lowkey than I expected, but it's still very Neo and Taeyong and the MV is so crazy, very retro trippy vibes, he's addicted to serving! I went to Music Core's pre-recording to see Skz, but got to see him as well and I'm going to the Inkigayo live show too

❗https://twitter.com/taeyongpictures/status/1667201505663893505?t=Slu_Od4sgE4PttDpnX_LnA&s=19 this whole fucking thread! I got all the versions and all the shoots are fire, but this one specifically WOW. Now if only KQ was creative enough to invest in some interesting photos, I'm not even talking about Ateez taking their clothes off ahdhhagsbagsgsga just... better poses, clothes, accessories, facial expressions and most importantly more creativity and variety where's the fucking budget, bitch?!

ASGDHSHFSGSGSGSGAFSFAF GO OFF I GUESS, BUT ALSO LET'S CALL AN EXORCIST https://twitter.com/surrealwyvclips/status/1666943444109934597?t=X-qxSNJVm8F1qrkAp_90kg&s=19

Bestie, leave F1 and look at this https://twitter.com/historyinmemes/status/1666167689893539841?t=SAI883tMunLfzauYbbHePA&s=19

I came back from Ateez's pop up, it looked cool from the outside, like a pub straight out of a western movie, got a jumpscare cause of Seonghwa's grillz again asdgsgsjshsgsagahsh

And Ateez announcing more concerts?! Like yeah good for them and the fans, but that Break the Wall thing has been going on for so fucking long, it wouldn't be that bad if they stopped attending all random festivals and KCONS...

Anyways ZERO TO ALL ANNIVERSARY HAPPY HAKUNA MATATA YA!!! *praying for another summer bop one day*

Literally, he ruined so many rom coms for me like WHY ARE YOU HERE. Not saying mediocre looking people can't be with conventionally attractive ones, but let's be honest it's always whatever-looking guy x hot lady.... https://twitter.com/PicturesFoIder/status/1663991186120646665?t=8nedd1SZGZkEfGKgBxNe_w&s=19

I haven't been reading any fanfiction lately, but I started tenelka's one of course, I was also recommended a model Hwa fic it's called Galore by user @/min-gis! I feel the angst coming and owwww

And WHO WITH WHO https://twitter.com/PopBase/status/1663593971250253824?t=CZQqNxyw-GzC2QAHwPHdoA&s=19 - DV 💖

hello!!!

filing a reality show that was meant to be led by kai and sehun and their transition into military but 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 COMEBACK NEXT MONTH, PRE RELEASE DROPPING TODAY WITH ALL OF THEM IN THE FUCKING MV FHKQDHKWHDKA DAYS ARE GETTING BRIGHTER AND BETTER KAI WILL BE ON THE TITLE JUST NOT IN THE MV GOD FUCK THE BLUE HOUSE 😭😭😭 no literally stealing from ur artists of 11 years who have u 4 billion dollars and now giving them a comeback bc your stock investors are dropping out?? sm is so low the bar is beyond the floor ,,, “they’re rich anyway” AND THEY HAVENT EVEN BEEN PAID FULLY??? THEY FIGHTING FOR THE MONEY THEY EARNED now it wouldn’t be funny if they were in that situation would they? there would be riots and posts on the internet abt the mistreatment but oH once someone big has to go thru it it’s suddenly “they’re rich” again 🤚🏻

😭😭 AND THE VIEWS ON THE TEASER??? real music is back

oh here we go again, it’s about to be a big one LETS ROLL IT ITS 2016-2017 AGAIN OH LORD 😭😭 THE PRODUCERS ARE FROM TEMPO AND KOKOBOP OH WE ARE BACK WE ARE SO BACK 😭😭😭😭

and the album starting with “EX” we are getting a hit. AND THERES SO MANU VERSIONS WHAT THE FUCK??? 8 DIGIPACKS 8SM MINI??? WHAT HAPPENED TO THE ENVIRONMENT 3 TYPES AND 19 VERSIONS???? almost 400$….o my god, i’d better get them performing in my house for that price

What's going on in the football world, I can't even 💀 Benzema leaving is... I don't wanna talk about it /// Ok so that Shinee song is an anniversary song then AAAAAAAAAAAA it's so nostalgic, the track is a summer bop and the MV is so sweet, but a bitch teared up!!!! SM 🔪🔪🔪🔪https://twitter.com/SHINeebble/status/1666613145132052482?t=YVyeRMFab8rlfI27_8ZLZw&s=19

not him saying im leaving bc “i wanna live in a muslim country bc im muslim” bro. we all know why okay 😭😭😭 hazard leaving, zlatan gone, and messi mls. IF HE PULLS UP IN MY CITY ANON U WONT HEAR THE END OF ME THWKDJWKDHKW THE SHINEE SONG PLS IT GAVE ME SO MICH NOSTALGIA I WATCHED IT A FEW DAYS AGO AT NIGHT AND CRIED WHEN TAEMINS VOICE SUNG, want shinee to speak up against sm now come on

AND LONDON IS WHAAAAT??? WHICH TREBLE???? WHO’S TREBLE???? if they win the sextuple omg lukaku is so funny 😭😭

I HOPE SO TOOO!!!! he seemed really weak in the photos and hoping he gets a lot of recovery time!! his presence in the comeback would be more enjoyable when he comes back fully!

AND THAT WATER BOMB FESTIVAL???? ATEEZ AND EXO AND HYUNA AND JESSI WINNER 2PM???? and teentop and ukiss coming back oh it’s 2011 again 😭😭😭 UR RUGHT THIS KCON LINE UP IS WAYY TOO GOOD AND THE NCT CONCERT??? mark come home 😭🤲🏻 SUMMER IS PACKED

Excuse me??? https://twitter.com/Love_It_All_/status/1666794323487105026?t=YGPW97rbVMlu2cliLmpxBA&s=19

anon where were u and ARE U WHY ARENT THEY IN UR AREA????? 🔫🔫 WHY ARENT U IN THERES 🤨

i haven’t heard it yet but ive been hearing divided opinions on it 😭😭😭 im gonna see his bsides first! AAAAAAAAAAAA HOW WAS HE??? U WERE IN THE PRESENCE OF GOD HOW DID IT FEEL LIKE OMG DROP SOME PHOTOS 😭😭😭

oh my god he’s so jaejoong coded omg,,, a literal ART. omg he’s so gorgeous AND THE TATTS??? THE SM 2012 EYELINER??? OH SLAY SLAY ME no bc ur so right, give us some art, like i know we hate sm but the artistry is impeccable i wish kq gets a hint abt it <3 give us facial expressions BC WHY DO THEY HAVE THE SAME EXPRESSIONS IN EVERY PHOTOBOOK GIMME A LIP BITE, PUT UR HAND ON UR FACE, GIVE US VOGUE GO GAGA

ASGDHSHFSGSGSGSGAFSFAF GO OFF I GUESS, BUT ALSO LET'S CALL AN EXORCIST https://twitter.com/surrealwyvclips/status/1666943444109934597?t=X-qxSNJVm8F1qrkAp_90kg&s=19 /// Bestie, leave F1 and look at this https://twitter.com/historyinmemes/status/1666167689893539841?t=SAI883tMunLfzauYbbHePA&s=19

THATS GONNA BE US AT THE NCT NATION CONCERT ANON ARE U READY FHWNDJWK the ferarri would still lose to these busses, this is more entertaining than the actual sport,,,, petition to make it a reality ✊🏻 and 🤨

I came back from Ateez's pop up, it looked cool from the outside, like a pub straight out of a western movie, got a jumpscare cause of Seonghwa's grillz again asdgsgsjshsgsagahsh /// And Ateez announcing more concerts?! Like yeah good for them and the fans, but that Break the Wall thing has been going on for so fucking long, it wouldn't be that bad if they stopped attending all random festivals and KCONS... /// Anyways ZERO TO ALL ANNIVERSARY HAPPY HAKUNA MATATA YA!!! *praying for another summer bop one day*

DID U BUY ANY THING!!!!! cowboy western pub??? HE HAS RAP PARTS IN THE SONG AT LEAST 😭😭😭 iTS OVER FOR US ANON ITS OVER DONT STOP X THANXX???? FUCK

ateez in latam finally,,, and the stadiums omg i just know it’s about to be one to remember!! BUT YES SO MANY CONCERTS AND EVENTS ABD A COMEBACK AND PERSONAL SCHEDULES?? and they still got time to be buff in that kq gym,, ban it.

NO BC I WAS WATCHING JUST GO WITH IT AND ITS HIM AND JENNIFER??? why,,, why not our lord and saviour mathew macoughey??? no literally it’s always him and a really hot actress 😭😭😭 but grown ups 🤚🏻🤚🏻

I haven't been reading any fanfiction lately, but I started tenelka's one of course, I was also recommended a model Hwa fic it's called Galore by user @/min-gis! I feel the angst coming and owwww /// And WHO WITH WHO https://twitter.com/PopBase/status/1663593971250253824?t=CZQqNxyw-GzC2QAHwPHdoA&s=19 - DV 💖

i haven’t either bUT IM GONNA CHECK IT ALL OUT AND A MODEL AU???? OH MY GOD MY TIME HAS COME IM ON MY WAY

YEAH DVWNDVWNDJAGDKW AND HE TRASHED THAT UCL 😭😭😭 AND SHE UNFOLLOWED HIM RIGHT AFTER IT HAD ME CRYING

and.

#✉️ : ask #dv 💖 anon

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sleuthingwithchloe · 2 years

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Fire in Adlerstein Review

Sooooooooooooooooooooo, "Fire in Adlerstein" is an investigation game where you have "real" evidence and solve a crime with these said evidences.

They describe it as a cooperative investigation and deduction game with real evidence. Only playable once, unless you have short term memory loss like me. 😀

"Fire in Adlerstein" was created by IDventure and manufactured by University Games. You can go on either of their website by clicking the name of the companies. The game was released on September 1st 2020. So, that's quite recent.

Here's how to play :

You don't have to only use the contents of the box, you can use any real object around you (mobile phone, internet search, etc.) If you need more information about any of the characters in the game during your investigation, use both the material provided in the game and any other material you deem useful, in addition of the contents of the box. Investigate the possible motives of all suspects. Check that all the elements, evidence and alibis match.

Ranking :

Difficulty :

Just like "The Killer Trivia Game", I wouldn't say it's neither easy nor hard, because again, it all depends on your level of knowledge and you ability to problem solve.

There were times I got confused, as they added a lot of elements tying almost every suspect to the incident, but I still managed to figure it out at the very end. x)

I wouldn't say that things are far fetched either, but they are EXTREMELY precis, which makes it hard when you only have a very basic knowledge of these things.

I did stumble a lot into analysis paralysis, but that's to be expected with the amount of information given and like any normal and real investigation. You don't just get up one morning and find out who the culprit is lol.

As there was a loooooot of information (to much at times lol) it did made the task a little harder to pin point who, what, when and how it happened. But, it was still very captivating and interesting none the less, so I'll have to give it a rating of :

🔪🔪🔪 out of 5 (Intermediate)

Price :

The price of the game itself was 34,99$ CAD (27.79$ USD) but there was no shipping, as I bought it in stores, for a total of 40,24$ CAD with taxes (31,96$ USD).

For that reason, I'll have to give it a rating of :

💲💲💲💲 out of 5 (40$ - 49.99$)

Quality :

The box is made of sturdy cardboard like most boxed board games you'd usually buy. There seems to be more than 1 version of the box. There's the one at the top of the post, which is pretty basic but still a nice design to it, there's one that looks like it comes in a really cheap folder and there's the one I have, which is the one I prefer by far, because it has details of what the game is about. There is a dent in it, but that's because I stepped on it like a moron. XD

There's a lot of elements to the game that make it very cool and appealing, to me at least.

There were a few things I didn't like as much, as they made a lot of efforts for the details for other items, they didn't put as much attention as they did for others. Like the match box that is a bit to larger than an actual match box (or whatever you call these thigs lol). There's the camera footage which where on paper. They could of made us go on a website like the did with the Facebook account. And there's a website kinda like dropbox, where they make you go to find out something the victim had hidden, they added the logos from the game's companies, which I found a bit out of place, since the whole point of the game is that we feel like we're actually investigating an real case. But these things are very benign for what the rest of the content offers us.

So, I'll have to give it a rating of :

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ out of 5 (Good)

Artwork :

There's a lot of attention to details as I mentioned in the quality section. The notes are hand written and different notes have different handwriting, which I found pretty epic. The newspaper looks like a real newspaper. There's photos which I still question how an individual can get their hands on such perfectly timed photos. x) There's the cutest freakin drawing made by a 4 year old, which looks like an actual drawing a 4 year old would draw. There's a bracelet part which is the actual part and not just a picture of it.

I really love all the efforts they've put in to give us the most hands on experience possible. And god do I love that drawing and how adorables it is. *.*

For those reasons, I'll have to give it a rating of :

🎨🎨🎨🎨🎨 out of 5 (Marvelous)

Rules :

The game doesn't really come with rule nor instructions, besides no cheating. But upon opening the box, I think it's pretty clear what it's all about and how to move on.

For those reasons, I'll have to give it a rating of :

📜📜📜📜📜 out of 5 (Very easy to understand)

Interaction :

Now, there's no questions about if this game is interactive or not. It's VERY interactive, both mentally and physically. There's loads of evidences to look at and you really have to pay attention to some of them because I really had to look at some of them twice before realising what was up with it.

From newspapers to drawing. From handwritten notes and letters to websites and online researches. This game goes ALL in. There's even a code to decipher which, is not the easiest code there is to know about codes in general. It's very intuitive.

You have to take some notes at some point because you can get lost very easily. For those reasons, I'll have to give it a rating of :

🎮🎮🎮🎮🎮 out of 5 (Extremely interactive)

Length :

The box says it should take around 1h30 to complete. Euhm, if you're like me and need to examine every single piece of evidence, this took me 4 days to complete. XD BUT, that does NOT make it a bad game. That's just my dumbass who like to pay attention to every single freakin details. XD

I did have to ask for help a couple of times because I was at a loss, which may have added to my gameplay, but, it would of probably taken me longer without the help. I am not an expert on everything people. XD

For those reasons, I'll have to give it a rating of :

🕐🕑🕒🕓🕔 out of 5 (More than 3h)

Players :

The box says 1 to 5 players, but considering the type of game it is, I don't see why you couldn't play more than 5. I did play on my own tho, as I am forever alone. :') But mostly because I get really into it and playing with others would only distract me lol. Yeah, I'm a loner. XD

For those reasons, I'll have to give it a rating of :

⚰️ out of 5 (Can be played alone)

Fun :

Now, this game was REALLY fun. I really enjoyed trying to figure out all the details of the crime like a real case. (Tho that's not how it really happens in real life, it's not as detailed in a real case XD)

It was challenging at parts but in a good way. I love me some cyphers and riddles. 🥴 It did get frustrating at some point, as there was to many information at once and it got overwhelming lol.

For those reasons, I'll have to give it a rating of :

🎉🎉🎉🎉 out of 5 (Very fun)

Accuracy :

There were some minor inconsistencies, but nothing major. The way the fire started would of had a certain amount of time for it to spread to the rest of the house. There's also something about the amount of time some people spent at a certain place that just didn't add up, but that's pretty much it and I still managed to figure it out.

There's a lot of evidence and they look legit.

For those reasons, I'll have to give it a rating of :

🔎🔎🔎🔎 out of 5 (Accurate)

Overall :

It was an awesome game, tho the minor flaws. But that's just me being picky. x) I've been looking for a game like this for a very long time. Something I could really get hands on with. Usually I go to escape rooms for that, but often, things don't go as planed and it kinda ruins the rest of the game.

For those reasons, I'll have to give it a rating of :

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤 out of 5 (Adored it)

For an average of 💜💜💜💜/5

Which makes a lot of sense. The game is really interesting, very intuitive and extremely interactive. The amount of flaws are really really small compared to what this game has to offer.

I would 100% recommend this game, for its hands on experience and accuracy, if you like these sort of things. I know I do!

You can purchase Fire in Adlerstein right here

**A quick reminder that this is all just a personal review. Because the final ranking is "bad" or whatever, does not mean it's a bad game. If I hated a game, you might not hate it yourself, just as much as if someone else hated a game, doesn't mean I'll hate it automatically.**

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millenialfanfictionaddiction · 2 years

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Being a Hunter and Mentor

to Gon and Killua

*it's was the most generic hxh gif I could find 😅

Hunter x Hunter characters (probably a large variety of them) x gn! Reader

Warnings: light Swearing, Hisoka

A/N: I'm currently on a HxH fixation because I've binged the entire series 😃 I wanted to try my hand at some headcannons because I have zero self control ✌🏻 back to the regularly scheduled programming Thursday!

Honestly YN, I'm not sure which job is scarier

Being a Hunter or dealing with everyone else who is also a Hunter 😐

Because like, it's a lot

Like I'm exhausted just watching the anime I can only imagine how you feel

Let's just say you passed the Hunter exam on your first try 💅🏼

Honestly ✨️MATERIAL GWORL✨️

You've been a pro hunter for about 5 years now

Love that for you

It's a lucrative business and you absolutely love your job

You meet all sorts of interesting people and get to do some amazing things

One of those interesting people just happens to be Ging Freecss 🙃

At first, he seems like a nice guy and I'm sure he is

But then he ruins it 😐

"YN when my son comes looking for you, I want you to make his life miserable. Teach him but make him miserable"- Ging

You 👉🏻👁👄👁 pardon

First off all, this man's has a son ✋🏻

Not only that but he wants you to make his child's life miserable?

"Wow dad of the year much?"- you say

"Never claimed that YN, just please do this for me. I owe you one"- Ging says before he disappears just like he did from Gon's life

OH BURNNN 🔥

I'm so sorry Gon 😭

You can't tell me he wouldn't be all "ITS OK MY DAD IS THE COOLEST :D"

NE WAYS you continue on your life's path until you "accidently" bump into a less than friendly white haired boy

"Watch out!"- he yells

"Excuse me?"- You 😃 🔪

"Killua apologize! We are so sorry!"- a black haired boy says looking at you

Boy does he look familiar 🙃

"Quite the temper you got on you there kid. No worries, it would take more than a child to knock me over"- you

"WHAT DID YOU SAY TO ME??"- Killua, giving Bakugo level anger issues 💥

"I mean we are children technically. I'm Gon by the way"- Gon says extending his hand

Finally the prophecy has come full circle 🔵

"Ahh yes, Ging's son. Nice to meet you, I'm YN"- you say

Gon 👉🏻😐😳🤩 you know my dad!

"I do! In fact, you're dad told me that when I meet you, I'm suppose to make your life miserable" you add

Gon 👉🏻😃 whet-

"But since your dad is kind of a jerk, how about this? I'll show you a few things and send you on your way"- you say

Gon 👉🏻🤩 yes please!

Killua 👉🏻😐🙄 whatever

*intermission*

Dear YN it's me, the person writing this headcannon set, just making sure you are ok because like do you know what you are getting yourself into??

Well I guess we all have to learn the hard way sometimes 🤷

*intermission over*

You begin your journey with Killua and Gon

Surprisingly, everything is going smoothly

🎶 don't be suspicious, don't be suspicious 🎶- me singing to myself before I ruin your life 😅

You see, at first, everything WAS fine

You meet Kurapika and Leorio

"Wow Gon, that's awesome that YN is training you!"- Leorio says

"Yeah and that you're getting closer to meeting your dad finally"- Kurapika adds

You were training the boys in their specialized Nen abilities

Helping them to strengthen them as well as teaching them more about the world of hunting

You were walking down the streets if YorkNew City when you sensed a strange presence 🤨

"Dont be alarmed but someone's watching us. Just walk normally and don't look suspicious"- you say as you walk with Gon and Killua down the street, turning into a side alley

"Alright show yourself"- you say, gearing up for a battle

"Oh no it looks like I've been spotted"- a creepy clown looking man says emerging from the shadows

You 👉🏻😳🤨

"Who are you? Sorry buddy I don't think the circus is in town right now"- you

Oh good one YN 😜

The creepy clown man just laughs

"That's Hisoka YN, he's a hunter too"- Gon says

"Oh I've heard of you before"- you say, squinting your eyes at Hisoka

"All good things I hope" he says smiling at you

"Honestly no but I judge people on my own interactions not the opinions of others"- you add

"How noble of you YN"- Hisoka says 🤡 🔪

Hisoka totally knows who you are and let's just say he's weary

See I forgot to mention that you are not only a skilled hunter but in incredible Nen user as well

A specialist 💅🏼

Your ability is known around the Hunter world and you are one tough cookie

Your training for Gon and Killua is much like how you learned to train

"So... we just run..."- Killua questions

"Run yes but also while producing aura. Now go!"- You shout

"But YN, aren't we going to run out of energy quickly"- Gon asks

"Sure you will"- you shrug and set your things down

Killua 👉🏻🤨 so what's the point?

"The point is you do what I say"- you add

Please Killua is ready to fight you YN 😭

However you aren't as tough on the boys as Ging had wanted

You never were one to do as others asked YN 🙄

So you not only taught the boys but you nurtured them as well

Kindness goes a long way, even in the world of Hunters 🥰

Unfortunately for you, kindness doesn't extend to most of the underground of YorkNew City

Namely a certain group 👀

Or shall is say Troupe...

Look at me rhyming 😏

That's right because it's just Gon and Killua's luck that they would walk right into the Troupe's hands

Honestly 🤦 have you taught them nothing YN?

"Well I guess I should probably go and rescue them?"- You think as you head in the direction of the Troupe's hideout

You didn't PLAN for this to happen but you can't say you're disappointed

What fun training am I right??? 👍🏻

Thankfully the whole gangs here when you enter the Troupe's hideout

"Alright give me my students back"- you say as everyone watches you waltz in like you own the place

The troupe 👉🏻😐😲

Chrollo 👉🏻 😏 interesting

Gon and Killua 👉🏻😬😬

"How- how did you find this place?"- Phinks asks

"Oh its really not that hard, I put trackers on Gon and Killua so I don't lose them. I'm always losing things"- you say shrugging

Same YN, BIG SAME

"Want me to torture them?"- Feitan asks

Chrollo puts his hand up before you interject

"Don't bother, I'm only here to get these two"- you say walking up to them, studying the nen thread binding them

"Well this is unfortunate. I'm going to need someone to remove this nen thread"- you say

"You can try-" Machi says before she watches her Nen thread fall to the floor

Gone and Killua just stand there 🧍‍♂️ 👁👄👁

"Impressive YN"- Chrollo finally says

"A Nen ability like that is superior"- Illumi adds emerging out from the shadows

"Chrollo Luciler and Illumi Zoldyck, how nice to see you again"- you say standing up and peering at the two men

"YN it's always a pleasure"- Chrollo adds as Illumi nodds

"Well I'd love to stay and catch up but we need to get these two kiddos to bed"- you say pushing Killua and Gon to the door

"It's like 2pm YN!"- Killua growls

"Do you want to get killed? No? Then shut it!"- You whisper yell at the boys

"I'd love to fight you YN"- Hisoka says emerging from behind a large crate

Well would you look at the time ⌚️

"I'd love too BUT unfortunately I have plans so let's do a rain check"- you say, practically hauling Killua and Gon under your arms and out the door

I AM SPEED 💨

"Why don't we go after them boss?"- Franklin questions

"Now is not the time. Not with YN there"- Chrollo says smiling as you quickly leave the warehouse

"Seriously can you two please not"- you say as you finally make it back to your hotel

"YN you were awesome! Can you teach me more about your Nen??"- Gon says 🤩

Please the golden retriever energy ✋🏻

Killua just huffs 😤

You smile, knowing these boys are both going to be amazing Hunters 🥰

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lxvebun · 2 years

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heart-shaped kisses. tokyo rev edition

buns notes: God, I love them so much😭💕

content: soft! Hanma/Ran/Rindou x gender neutral reader. Fluff. Kissing. It's implied that Ran is taller than reader. Use of nickname pretty, baby. English is not my first language so I'm sorry for any mistakes! I hope you all enjoy it!

♡navigation ♡all the heart shaped kisses fics (multifandom)

dc/dark blogs, k!nk and ed blogs do not fucking interact🔪

Hanma

He's so annoying. HES SO ANNOYING. There are times when it looks like he’s leaning in for a kiss, only to quickly press one on your forehead when you start leaning in as well. Then there are the times when he kisses you anywhere but your lips, because he’s a menace like that. Hit him, please. No amount of "Shuji hurry up" "Shuji, I will fight you" or holding his head still will work. He’ll just intertwine his hands with yours and continue peppering kisses from your arm up to your neck and then all over your face, still not pressing one to your lips.

"Just let me treasure my pretty baby, for a moment yeah?"

When he's not being a lil menace, his kisses are very soft and delicate. He cups your face in his hands and holds you like you are the most precious thing on earth (you are) and leans in to press a soft kiss on your lips. One kiss is not enough for him of course, he'll keep pressing quick little kisses against your lips mumbling about how much he adores you, how much he loves you in between. His kisses never fail to make you feel warm and loved.

Don’t think Shuji is calm about kissing you, although he likes to pretend that he is. In reality his heart is overflowing with love and he’s desperately trying to fight the blush creeping up his cheeks,,,

"you’re cute when you blush Shuji"

Omg the things you do to him!! please, he needs another kiss.

Ran

Every single time he touches you, you’re also getting a little kiss. Holding hands? He gives the back of your hand a soft kiss before interlacing his fingers with yours, clasping a necklace closed for you? You get a warm kiss to the back of your neck (or if he’s feeling like a menace he starts blowing raspberries) they are short kisses but nevertheless those few seconds of his lips pressed against your skin makes you feel like stars are flowing through your veins and your mind is fogged with hearts and flowers

Kisses on your lips are a different story, much like Hanma, he’s so annoying. He'll press soft and quick kisses to the corner of your mouth, on purpose avoiding your lips or ask for a kiss, and then refuse to lean down. He thinks the annoyed look you shoot at him is adorable <3 depending on how long he keeps this up, you just pull him down by his braids to get your much-deserving kiss.

Press a feathery kiss to the nape of his neck as payback, he'll forget about whatever he was doing and his mind is immediately foggy with hearts, flowers and images of you. And then he stalks you down to shower you in a million kisses. Run cause he won’t stop until you’re flustered and you’re trying to hide your face in your hoodie

Rindou

Your kisses are his morning coffee. He will be absolutely unapproachable until he has had a kiss from you. At times when he wakes up before you, and he’s not immediately showered in your sweet kisses, he lets out the most dramatic groan and stays in bed with the biggest pout on his lips (you’re not sure if he even notices he does that) until you wake up. Occasionally petting you over the blankets or gently running his fingers down your cheek. The moment you open your eyes, you don’t have enough time to process what is happening because Rindou is already pressing his lips to yours to pull you into an impatient, nonetheless, heartwarming kiss. He’s still pouty when he pulls away, make it up to him by giving him some more kisses.

"Another one, please"

"again"

"Rin, we have to get out of bed"

"just one more" >:)

If Rindou and Ran have to leave early in the morning while you're still warm and cozy asleep under the covers, RAN will wake you up, drag you out of bed, and push you into his brother's arms so you can give him a little kiss because he refuses to spend hours with Rindou while he’s sulking and pouting because he didn't receive his morning kith

"Alright, lovebirds, you got your kiss, now let's go"

"Just one more" he says as he reaches out to pull you in

Ran has to drag him out of the house

Thank you for reading bunnies!<3

🌿Dc/dark blogs, k!nk and ed blogs do not fucking interact and learn to respect peoples boundaries. Its not difficult ffs🌿

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visceravalentines · 2 years

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you can't just reblog prompt lists and ask people to request things, bitches have issues making decisions (it's me, I'm bitches)

okay sooooo options:

“i’ve never want to fuck you more than i do now” / “i’ve never wanted anyone to fuck me this badly” for Bo

“i want you inside me” or “are you sure? once i start i don’t think i’m able to stop” for Lester

“don’t tempt me” for Vinny

“i don’t know what to do” “then let me teach you” probably Bo and... well (afab?) reader who doesn't/can't masturbate

“don’t worry i’ll make you feel really good” any of the Sinclairs

my brain is stuck on dilf!bo, poly sinclairs, and dark!lester (though dark vinny and bo rule too) (but fluff and love and romance and softness as well) (everything is good)

- 🔪

Omg thank you for all the ideas, Knifey! I picked the Lester prompt because he's been on my mind lately and he's a darling and I love him.

"I want you inside me" and "Are you sure? Once I start I don't think I'm able to stop"

Lester Sinclair x GN!Reader

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Smut, dark!Lester but also soft Lester, dubcon, primal play, creampie

There was something irresistible about Lester Sinclair.

He always seemed so earnest, so genuine. Maybe even a little naïve. The way he would chatter on about the turn of the seasons, a stranger he met at a gas station, a butterfly that happened to flit past you. He was a ray of sunshine through the trees.

But at times it seemed like there was something else going on, a shadow that would bleed through to darken his face. Like maybe the surface lay undisturbed only because whatever swam beneath lurked too deep to breach very often. It fascinated you, unsettled you sometimes. If you were ever to pursue it, he’d laugh it off.

“Just thinkin’ about somethin’, sweet pea. Don’t mind me.”

Thus far in your relationship, you’d done little more than kiss in the cab of his truck, give him sweet pecks goodbye and hello to bookend his work day, hold hands as you walked down Main Street. He was extremely shy with his affection.

You figured he didn’t have a lot of experience and was nervous to take things past a certain point. You often tried to coax him along, putting his hand on your leg or hip, and he would rest it there for a minute before withdrawing quietly, and the darkness would flicker, and he’d shrug it off.

He was taking you out for a sunset drive in his freshly scrubbed truck. It would not remain spotless for long and you wanted to take advantage of it. There was a string of rolling hills near Ambrose, and he parked the car on the bare crest of the biggest one. From here, you had a stunning view of the hollow and beyond. The scar of the highway was barely visible in the distance. Ambrose really was in the middle of nowhere.

“Sure is pretty,” Lester said. His face was golden in the light.

You reached over, rubbed his thigh. “Kind of romantic, don’t you think?”

He looked at you with a bashful smile. “I guess so.”

You leaned your cheek against the headrest. “Les…what’s the matter?”

He frowned. “What d’you mean?”

“We’ve been together for a while now. I really want to…go further with you.” His dark eyes were laser focused on your face, a hunter’s focus. “It’s okay if you don’t have a lot of experience, I mean…I don’t either. We can figure it out together.”

He sighed. “It ain’t that. I don’t think y’know what you’re askin’ for.”

“I do,” you insisted. You moved your hand up his leg to rest on his bulge. “I want you inside me, Les.”

Something indescribable snapped behind his eyes. “Sweet pea, we can’t.” He pushed your hand away, opened the door and climbed out.

You scootched across the bench seat to follow him. “Why not?”

“We just can’t, y’won’t understand.” He leaned against the grill of the truck, squinted into the sun.

You stood next to him. “Is it something about me?”

He let out a single, mirthless chuckle. “No, it ain’t you. You’re…perfect.”

“Then why won’t you sleep with me? Don’t you want me?”

“Of course I do, sugar.”

“Please, Lester.” You touched his arm. “I want you so bad. What are you afraid of?”

Without warning, he pushed you against the truck, pinned your wrists against the hood at your sides. His hips pressed into yours. Your eyes went wide, searching his face for that sunshine, finding it had disappeared. He smiled a thin, regretful smile.

“Sweet pea, once I start, I won’t be able to stop.”

Your heart was pounding. “Then don’t stop,” you whispered.

His smile disappeared. His gaze bore into you. “It ain’t gonna be sweet,” he murmured.

“That’s okay.”

“You know I’d never hurt ya.”

You swallowed. “I know.”

He glanced at your lips, leaned in and kissed you. It was sweet, at least at first. Then his tongue was forcing its way past your teeth, deep into your mouth, his grip tight on your wrists. You moaned and parted your legs so he could lean into you.

His teeth caught your lip, pinching lightly once, and then harder, hard enough to hurt. Your mouth fell open, a tiny cry of pain slipping out, and he crushed his lips against yours again. You tasted blood and tobacco, a rich, salty-sweet combination. He began to grind against you, and in spite of yourself you felt the twitch of arousal in your core.

“Lester,” you gasped.

“Angel baby,” he moaned. “You’re all mine.”

You tried to twist your hands free. He was deceptively strong and you were powerless until he released them. You fisted his shirt, pulled him even closer. Suddenly he yanked himself away, took hold of your hips and flipped you around, bent you over the hood of the truck and rutted against your ass.

His mouth was on the back of your neck, sucking a line of purple bruises down onto your shoulder. You groaned as he drew his tongue up along the side of your throat. “Oh, sweet pea,” he muttered in your ear. “I’m gonna fuck you ‘til you cry.”

Your breath caught in your throat. “Lester – ”

“Will you do somethin’ for me?”

“Anything,” you mumbled.

He pressed his lips to the soft skin behind your ear, whispered one word.

“Run.”

You didn’t give it a second thought. He took a half-step back, allowing you just enough room to pull away from him. Fear and arousal swirled together in the pit of your stomach and you took off down the hill.

Was he fast? You weren’t sure. You’d never seen him run. He only ever stalked his prey, never chased them down. You resisted the urge to look behind you, because it was hard enough keeping your footing on the uneven ground already. You weren’t sure where to go, weren’t familiar with the area, and the nearest line of forest was halfway down the hill –

He slammed into you from behind, throwing his arms around your waist in a sloppy attempt to cushion your fall. You skidded on your knees, caught yourself with your hands, made a pathetic effort to scramble away from him.

“Ah-ah, where y’think you’re goin’?”

He plunged his Bowie knife into the ground in front of your face and you froze. It filled your field of vision. You barely registered his arms around your waist, his hands fussing with the button of your shorts. He tore them open and yanked both your shorts and underwear down your legs, leaving you facedown and exposed in front of him.

“Goddamn,” he mumbled. “Never wanted anythin’ so bad, angel baby.”

You heard the jingle of his belt buckle, the small zip of his fly. Your hands clutched the grass, your heartbeat loud in your ears. His hands were on your sides, a stabilizing force before he plunged himself halfway into you.

You gasped and he groaned in concert. You’d never even seen his dick but he felt enormous, pushing deeper into you with short, frantic thrusts, forcing you to stretch around him. You whined, tearing at the grass, throwing your hips back to meet him, pulling him so far in that you could feel him hitting the back of you.

“Fuck,” he growled. “Y’feel so good, sugar, it ain’t right.” He slid his hands under your shirt, raking his nails down your back.

“L-Lester,” you gasped. “Honeybee….”

He grunted, landed a stinging slap on your ass. You sank your teeth into your lip, clenching around him, overwhelmed by pain and pleasure in equal measure. His hand slipped between your legs and he fumbled at your sex without breaking rhythm. You keened and writhed, trapped against him.

“Want ya to cum with me inside o’ you,” he said, breathless. “Wanna feel you squeezin’ me.”

You whimpered, swept away with so many sensations at once. His every thrust drove you into his hand, helpless in his grasp, and the way he hissed your name over and over was too much to withstand.

You began to buck against his hand as you careened towards your climax. “Oh yeah,” he groaned. “Fuck yeah, baby, take it like that, y’like that?”

Open-mouthed, you cried out as you came, fingers digging into the soil, tears springing to your eyes as he fucked you even harder through your orgasm. It was intense, all-consuming, whipped the ground out from under you so you were spinning in the scarlet light of the sunset, reduced to a tangled mess of nerve endings.

Lester grunted, swore, and you felt the sudden, swelling heat as he finished inside you, his grasp on your hips bruising, the sound of both of you panting weaving through the chirp of crickets. His hands loosened their grip slowly, running over your ass and down your thighs.

He pulled out of you and you exhaled, abruptly so empty without him. You felt his hand on your back and then a very gentle swipe of soft flannel as he cleaned you up with his shirt. He tugged your underwear back up, then your shorts, and you lifted your head slowly, dizzy as your body puzzled out the flow of blood back into your extremities.

“You okay, sweet pea?” His voice was small and soft, the edge dissolved away.

You sat back on the hill, took a second to regain your bearings. He sat right next to you, not touching you, elbow on his knees, his shirt balled up in front of him. When you looked at him, his expression was troubled, brow furrowed.

“I’m sorry if…well, I’m just sorry I guess.”

You shook your head. “Don’t be. I’m good.” You leaned against him. “Hold me?”

He needed no other encouragement. He wrapped you in his arms, pulled you against his chest as he fell back into the grass.

You rubbed the scruff on his chin with your thumb. “Lester…” you said, “you’re an animal.”

You watched him struggle to suppress a tentative smile. “Yeah…heard that before.”

“How long did you think you could keep that a secret?”

He shrugged. “Dunno, figured we’d just…never screw probably.”

You laughed and he broke into a grin. “That’s a horrible plan.”

“Well, I’m not much of a thinker.”

Your arms tightened around him. “Why wouldn’t you just tell me you like it rough?”

His smile dropped. He looked very serious. “Cause you’re so…I dunno, so…nice. Thought it’d scare ya.”

“It did,” you said. “It was hot.”

A surprised laugh burst from his chest. “You’re weird.”

“Lucky for you.”

He kissed your forehead. “Promise you’re okay? I didn’t hurt ya or nothin’?”

“No. Just scraped up my knees a little bit, but that’s alright.”

“Well, I always say it ain’t an adventure unless someone’s bleedin’ by the end of it.”

“I’d go on another adventure with you.”

He looked at you like he wasn’t sure you were real, buried his face in your neck, squeezed you tightly. “You’re somethin’ else, sweet pea.”

You held him close for a long time, until the sun sank below the trees, until the sky glowed blue-black, until the fireflies came out. You never minded a little darkness.

#asks #knifey #lester sinclair #lester sinclair x reader

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