#can't say i'll be back fully anytime soon

[nascentwaves]

"Ashes to ashes and dust to dust, the world goes 'round and 'round until it collapses on itself~. Fret not for the bygone future, the reapers of today will oust that with a flick of their wrists!"

[chiscaralight]

PLEASE! PLEASE! Can I have three sex positions with Scaramouche! (69, spoon, and face to face!) Please! I want to read your amazing work! 😔🙏🏻

nsfw scara x reader

i have a spooning request here from a different anon! but for the other two;

69

he'd never outright say it, but he's a firm believer of face-sitting. you wouldn't have even ended up in this position if he didn't coax you onto his face rather than just going between your legs like normal, but can you complain? because he's lapping at you like a thirsty dog, tongue swirling around every inch of your cunt as he holds you down tight onto his face. but a particular sound you let out has his cock literally jump, and that's when your own dainty fingers drag against his length, before fully bending over to place his tip in your mouth. the new sensation has him moaning into you, which in turn has you moaning around him. his mind is hazy, your sweet taste filling his mouth and your soft sounds flowing into his ears. you've made a mistake doing this because he's not letting you go anytime soon.

face to face

i've said it before and i'll say it again, scara loves your eyes! whether you're riding him or he has you on your back, he's going to grip your chin and make sure your eyes are locked on his. it just lights a fire inside him that he can't begin to explain! even the days he wants to take you from behind, hell make sure you're positioned perfectly in front of his mirror so he can keep his strong gaze on yours. your face is so cute, why wouldn't he want to stare at it the whole time? and you've gotten so good at keeping them open now, he's super proud! you've stopped closing your eyes when you come, instead, they roll back into your head as you cream all over his cock, which usually sends him reeling in turn. you're just so perfect!

[lostbookmark]

Read the original story here

Summary: You thought planning your wedding was going to be a magical memory. You didn't realize that it might make you second guess everything. 

Pairing: Fiancée Yoongi x Insecure F. Reader

Genre: Romance, Angst, Smut, Hurt-Comfort

Warnings: Explicit Sex, Toxic Family Dynamics, Arguments,  Sex Toys, Self Doubt, Over Thinking, Yoongi Overworking Himself,

A/N : Here is a super small teaser for Whispered Vows. I'm hoping in about 2 weeks or so, I'll feel comfortable enough to start posting. Enjoy!

Entering the code to Yoongi's studio, you watch him as he sits at his desk with big headphones draped over his ears. His head was bobbing up and down to music that he was working on, and the clicking sound of his keyboard filled the quiet room. Closing the door, you walk over to him and gently place your hands on his shoulders, massaging them slowly. He groans, and his head falls forward in pleasure. You can feel his stiff shoulders start to relax under your touch. Sighing, he reaches around the back of his chair and pulls you into his lap. Yoongi takes off his headphones, tosses them gently on his desk, and gives you a quick kiss before resting his head on your shoulder. You run your hands through his dark hair, trying to comfort yourself from the stress of the day.

“How was lunch?” he asked, pulling his head away from you to look you in the eyes.

“There was no lunch. There were, however, five different wedding venues,” you tell him, and he furrowed his eyebrows, looking at you questioningly.

“What? I thought you told your mom to stop that,” he said, eyes drifted back to his screen. His slim fingers go back to clicking away on his mouse.

“I did, but you know that she won't listen,” you say, pulling on the black strings of his hoodie. You twist them tightly around one another and let go just to have them unravel. “One of them held 300 people and cost about 20 thousand dollars.”

“Excuse me?” he says, looking at you with wide eyes. You fully have his attention now. “20,000, 300? Who needs 300 people at a wedding? We are not spending 20k on a venue. A beautiful dress that I get to rip off you at the end of the night…sure.... but not the venue.”

You roll your eyes at him and shove him with your shoulder lightly with a small smile on your face. “Yeah I know, but supposedly it's going to be an extravagant event with a lot of important people. With you being all rich and famous….I have to impress people. I was told we need the best champagne, chandeliers, fondues, and the perfect sunset,” you explain.

“Rich and famous,” he said with a laugh. “That’s just stupid. Unless....is that what you want?” He asks you, eyes flicker between you and the screen .

“Of course not. What do you want?” You counter as your fingers continue to twist the strings of his hoodie.

“I want what you want,” he said distractedly, not even looking at you this time. His fingers continued to click away at his mouse. His focus was back on the crowded screen, which was his computer monitor as he watched colorful waves move across the screen.

Yoongi has been busy. Maybe that's why you haven't set a date or had any details figured out yet. He's been pulling long nights in the studio just to come home a couple of nights a week to sleep for a few hours and shower. He was usually gone by the time you woke up on those nights. The last thing that you wanted to do was bother him with questions about your future wedding. You didn't think centerpieces were high on his priority list right now. He promised you that this was only temporary, but honestly, you're not sure. Several artists that they have signed are growing in popularity, and the demand for songs are coming in strong. He's tired. You can see it in his face, and you can't see this stopping anytime soon.

[pingnova]

I met a quiet old man while browsing the plant books and accessories at the trading post this spring who asked what I was looking for. Most white people came to look at the jewelry and the expensive woolen blankets, so I guess it was a little unusual how closely I was examining all of the books on plants.

I held up a deck of native plant playing cards and said I was a forager, looking for more guides on local plants. He nodded thoughtfully and said there was a lot of medicine in wild plants. I smiled awkwardly, not sure why he was talking to me. But I reciprocated: "What are you looking for?"

He said he wasn't sure. He pointed to a few books on flowers, not necessarily edible vegetables. "They're beautiful," he said unsurely.

I nodded to encourage him. "Plants aren't just for eating, they're for appreciating too. We need beauty and nutrition."

Now he smiled, mostly hidden by his mustache, and told me he had a community garden plot he had tended for the past thirty years. Wow, what dedication.

Abruptly he says he has one year to live. He's at the trading post to find parting gifts for his son and grandchildren. He says this all very calmly, he's clearly been preparing for some time. And I stare at him because he seems so well and I've just met him. The idea of him dead is disturbing and shameful.

"Oh," is all I can say.

"I think this year I'll fill it with flowers."

He says it so warmly. I remember he was talking about his beloved community garden patch. I'm filled with heaviness and disbelief that he is soon dying and here wasting time talking to some random about growing flowers. But I manage to stammer something.

"It can't all be vegetables. Soft and beautiful things are important too. Especially in hard times."

Now he fully turns to smile at me. Again in my shock I think he's too content. Shouldn't he be raging? Crying, screaming, anything? But his mustache is white, he mentioned an adult son and grandkids, he seems well enough now and reasonably confident in his plan for a full season of flower gardening. Rapid-fire I conclude he's already done all of this and doesn't need it from me. Right now he's just discussing how important and sacred plants are with a likeminded young stranger.

He finally says, "Flowers are a soft landing after a long battle."

I choke out some kind of agreement so I don't accidentally cry. I wish him some kind of luck and awkwardly crabwalk away. I'm not really the king of social interaction even when its not emotionally loaded.

I bought my cards and books on vegetables and looked at the lone few on flowers he had been perusing. I'm in my twenties and don't plan on dying anytime soon, but how much time do I spend being as fast, efficient, and artless as possible in order to "survive" when that survival is never even in question. I have anxiety, I have ptsd, I'm an activist. All necessary and inescapable works of life. But this man had a season to live, death certain, and wanted to spend it growing flowers.

I went back to the register with a small book on flowers. When I'm hunting a forest to learn the native vegetables, I no longer ignore the blooms. If the battle is long, I want to grow flowers too.

[scoonsalicious]

Unsatisfied, Pt. 2

Pairing: Bucky x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: After game night, Bucky promised to ruin you come morning. Unfortunately, it wasn't meant to be.

Warnings: Language, adult themes, Explicit Sexual Content: Minors: GTFO; I don’t serve your kind here (FaceTime sex, hand stuff), Pocket still not being over her trauma, mentions of past injury.

Word Count: 4.5k

A/N: Hi, besties!

It's me, ya gurl, with Part 2 of the post-Unwanted one-shot that's become a three-shot, lol! I fucking missed the absolute hell out of these two, and I'm so happy to be back with them for a little bit. Writing for Pocket and her Bucky is just like... I don't know. It's like I'm not even making stuff up, just channeling it, because it comes so easily, unlike literally everything else I try to write. I can't say when I'm going to resume WFLT. To be perfectly candid, I might put it on extended hiatus while I work on other things that seem to come easier right now. I don't know yet. I just want to be up front with everyone.

Here's where my attentions are currently focused: Finishing Unsatisfied, an untitled collab with @mrsbuckybarnes1917, writing Hunted, and plotting Unbroken. For some reason, there is just a giant Gandalf standing between me and WFLT, waving his staff and shouting "YOU SHALL NOT PASS!" I'll let you know when I whip him into the abyss. And yes, that does make me the Balrog in this scenario, and I, too, fall to my death in the depths of Moria. It's an imperfect analogy, okay? At least I'm not Sean Bean, dying all over the place.

Anyway, enjoy more Pocket and Bucky! I know I do! xoxo

“I miss you,” you moaned into the screen of your phone. Your voice sounded pitiful, even to your own ears, but you were lonely and you didn’t have the shame to hide it. Especially not from the man you were talking to.

“I miss you, too, sweets,” Bucky said with a dejected sigh that let you know your feelings of misery were mutual. “It shouldn’t be longer than a few more days, then I’ll come back home to ya, and we can pick up where we left off, yeah?”

You smiled and nodded eagerly, his promise setting your skin awash in goosebumps. ‘Where you’d left off’ had been finally, finally, coming back together after nearly twelve months of self-imposed celibacy, spending the first night together, in your new apartment, wrapped in each other’s arms, with his co—

“At least we got our bubble bath before things went fully to shit,” Bucky added, a smile playing on his lips from across the distance, as though he knew exactly where your thoughts had taken you.

“Yeah,” you sighed, remembering the feel of him, so warm and solid, against your back in the tub. After he’d kicked out your friends from the impromptu game night they’d decided to throw at your new place, and you’d gotten over your freakout when Sam had inadvertently joked about Bucky ‘cheating’ at a card game, the two of you had spent a much needed evening just in each other’s company. Intimacy, but not sex, the way your therapist had recommended, with Bucky promising to ruin you come daybreak. 

Instead, though, a call had come from Fury in the middle of the night. A group of terrorists, counting some several enhanced among them, had stolen a biological weapon and were threatening to decimate the population of Shanghai unless the Chinese government gave into their demands, and so, The Avengers, Bucky included, had been called away.

You’d offered to go, just so you could stay close to him. You’d never even leave the Quinjet, you’d promised, out of the action, but neither Bucky nor Tony was eager to see you back on the field, not after what had happened the last time. Even though you’d had your last reconstructive surgery months ago, and your doctors had given you the all clear, between your boyfriend and your pseudo-brother, you weren’t leaving New York anytime soon.

That had been over a week ago. Negotiations with the terrorists had not gone according to plan, and they were probably going to have to fight it out. And as for you? You were ready to climb the fucking walls.

“How’s wedding stuff going?” Bucky asked, referring to your role as Maid of Honor in Pepper and Tony’s upcoming nuptials. “Keeping you busy?”

“Don’t you dare try to change the subject, Barnes,” you practically growled at him. “I am so fucking desperate for your cock, I swear to god–”

From somewhere off camera, you could hear a cacophony of sound– a combination of Sam and Clint’s uproarious laughter and Tony shouting “JESUS CHRIST BARNES, USE YOUR FUCKING HEADPHONES!”

Bucky’s face had turned crimson in the video call, and you couldn’t suppress the laugh that came bubbling from you as he abruptly stood up and removed himself into a darker, quieter area.

“Shit,” he exhaled as he got himself re-situated in the new, hopefully more private, space. He ran a hand down his face in embarrassment. “Didn’t mean for them to hear all that, doll.”

You laughed as you twisted a strand of hair around your finger in the way you knew he liked. “What happened to your earbuds, baby?” you teased. 

Bucky reached up and pulled an airpod from his ear, looking at the small device as though it had personally offended him. “I thought they were on!” he exclaimed. “If I’d known I’d been broadcasting you for the whole fucking team to hear, I woulda gone somewhere a lot more private to begin with.”

“The whole team?” you asked, cautiously. You didn’t want to say any names, but you needed to know if he was there, too. If he’d heard you.

“Yeah,” Bucky sighed, catching your meaning and lowering his voice. “Rogers is here.”

You swallowed and nodded solemnly. You hadn’t spoken to Steve Rogers since he’d made his horrible confession to you in the hospital, of the ways he’d manipulated your life to keep you and Bucky apart. All culminating in Bucky’s betrayal, your temporary death, the loss of your unborn baby. 

“Are you alright?” you asked, thinking only of Bucky in the moment. It was easy for you to stay away from Steve, to ignore him– your anger toward him had far surpassed any level of fondness you’d once had for Captain America, but you knew how much harder it was for Bucky to break a bond of nearly a century. Not that you would have ever forbidden him from reconnecting with Steve, if that was what he had wanted. No, Bucky had decided on his own that some things couldn’t be forgiven. No matter how many decades of friendship might lie behind them.

“Yeah,” he sighed, though you could tell from the look in his eyes that it was harder for him than he was letting on. “It’s awkward, but if we keep it strictly to business, it’s manageable. It’s just…” He rubbed the back of his neck, and you wished so badly that you could be there to smooth the lines from his distraught face. “It’s just… sometimes he makes it hard to remember what he did.”

You nodded, feeling guilty that you were the reason the two were no longer friends. That Steve had betrayed Bucky because of his desire for you. 

“Don’t go blaming yourself, sweets,” Bucky chastised you knowingly. It was like he could read your mind. You opened your mouth to protest, but he cut you off with a look. “I know how that pretty head works, doll, and I know you’re blaming yourself. Stop it. He made his own bed, now he gets to lie in it.”

“I know,” you lamented. “I just hate that you have to pay the emotional cost of his bad decisions, that’s all.”

Bucky frowned at you. “Just like I hate how you had to pay the costs for mine, doll,” he said softly. “Our actions have consequences. We have to live with them, so we don’t make the same fuck ups again.”

You subconsciously let your hand drift to your abdomen, your fingers delicately tracing over the scar that was the only external reminder that you’d been shot. Had technically been killed. Had lost a lot more than your life. You were grateful Bucky could only see you from the chest up.

“Well, this conversation took a turn,” you said, trying to get off of subjects you’d rather not dwell on. “Can we go back to talking about how fucking horny I am for you?”

Bucky barked out a laugh and god, how it warmed your heart that you could still get that reaction out of him after everything you’d both gone through. His blue eyes seemed to darken as he adjusted himself in whatever seat he was in. “If it helps, I’m horny as hell for you, too, sweetheart.”

“Oh yeah?” you asked, tugging on your bottom lip with your teeth as he nodded his head. “Yeah, hearing that does help. Show me.”

Bucky’s eyes widened through the screen. “Show you?” he breathed, clearly not having anticipated where you were about to take the conversation. “What do you mean, ‘show you’, doll?”

“I mean,” you said, leaning back against the headboard to make yourself more comfortable, “show me that pretty cock of yours, Sergeant. Take it out. Stroke it for me. I wanna see what I’ve been missing.”

You watched as Bucky’s eyes went back and forth between the phone screen and the door that separated him from the rest of the team. You could tell from the way he was gnawing at his bottom lip that he was seriously debating it, but that he had some real reservations. “Doll,” he whispered, sounding scandalized, but excited, “they’re right outside. They’ll hear me.”

You smirked at the way he’d suddenly become shy. “I wanna hear you, Sarge,” you pleaded in a breathy whisper, and from the way he closed his eyes and moaned at your words, you knew he was so close to giving you what you wanted. “Come on, baby,” you cooed. “Can’t you show Pocket that pretty pink cock she’s been wanting so badly? Can’t I watch you choke it with your big hands while I imagine my mouth wrapped around it? Pozhaluysta, Soldat?”

“Fuck,” he muttered, and you knew you’d won when he hopped up from where he’d been sitting. Though you couldn’t see it from the way he was letting the phone dangle, you could hear him lock the door. “You know I can’t resist it when you speak Russian, doll,” he said as he sat back down, propping the phone and its camera up against something so that you could see his entire body stretched out before you. 

“YA rasschityval na eto, detka,” you said with a grin. I was counting on it, baby. You could see now that he was in a bedroom of what looked like a standard SHIELD safehouse. It was small– only one twin-sized bed, so you weren’t worried about anyone else barging in to need the space. 

“So, how do we do this?” he asked, and you could hear the nervousness mixed with excitement in his voice. It struck you that, throughout your relationship, and all the time you’d spent apart while one or the other was away on missions, the two of you had actually never done this before. Phone sex, yeah, but never on video, together. It was going to be new territory, and it thrilled you. 

“We?” you asked playfully, pretending you had no idea what he was talking about. 

Bucky looked at you sternly though the screen of your phone and you involuntarily shivered under his gaze. “Don’t think for a second I’m not going to see that sweet, dripping cunt of yours tonight, doll. I’ve been fantasizing about it for ages. Got just a taste of it the other day, and it wasn’t nearly enough.”

Fuck, you could feel yourself dampen and your nipples harden just from his words alone, not to mention the memory of the brief moment on your terrace, before the movers had arrived, when he’d had his deliciously thick fingers pressed inside of you.

“Baby,” you moaned, not even realizing you were trailing your fingertips over the pebbled flesh of your breasts under your shirt, imagining his rough, calloused hands on you. 

“Take off your clothes, Pocket,” Bucky growled. He didn’t ask; it wasn’t a request. It was a command, and you were ready to obey. 

“Sir, yes sir, Sergeant,” you said, and you were sure you looked anything but graceful as you sped to pull your top over your head and shimmy out of the pair of cheeky panties you wore. The cool breeze of the air conditioning danced along your flushed skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

“Fuck,” Bucky groaned, his eyes following the path your fingers traced along the contours of your body. You watched hungrily as he absentmindedly palmed himself through the Tac pants he still frustratingly donned. “God, you look even better‘n I remember, sweets,” he grunted. “Better than I’ve been imaginin’ all week. How the fuck’s that even possible?”

“Buck,” you warned, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment at his obviously false praise as you turned to hide your face from his gaze. “Stop. I know you don’t mean that.”

Frowning, Bucky leaned forward, picking up the phone so he could bring his face close to the camera, scrutinizing you. “Pocket,” he said, but you refused to look at him. “Pocket!” he tried again, his voice a little firmer, but still gentle. “Why the fuck would I not mean that, sweetheart? You’re gorgeous.”

Scoffing, you rolled your eyes. It was kind of him to lie to spare your feelings, really, but you didn’t think you could take it. Not from him. Not after everything. Without thought, your hand moved to cover your bullet wound from his gaze. “Come on, Buck,” you said, your tone implying that you weren’t buying his bullshit, no matter how sweetly he was selling it, “we both know you weren’t imagining me with all these new scars.”

“Baby.” Bucky made a noise somewhere between a choked laugh and an incredulous groan. “You can’t seriously think I, of all fucking people, give a shit about a couple of tiny scars?” He put the phone down, and your view of him was obstructed for a moment while you heard the rustle of cloth. When he lifted it up again, you saw he had taken off his vest and Tac shirt. He pointed to the ruined skin of his left shoulder.

“Look at these and tell me you think I’m gonna be turned off by a coupla’ scars, Pocket,” he said, and you could detect the hard edge to his voice. 

“It’s different, Buck,” you told him, your voice cracking. “You already had those scars when we met; they were a part of the man I fell in love with. You…” you hastily wiped at the tear that was suddenly threatening to fall from your eye. “Mine… mine weren’t. You didn’t get a choice in them.”

You watched as the look on Bucky’s face morphed into one of pure confusion. Of course he didn’t fully understand– you weren’t just talking about scars, after all. He… just didn’t realize that yet.

“You didn’t have a choice in them, either, sweetheart,” he said softly, eying the way your hand protectively rested over your abdomen. “And if you’re talking about the scar from when you got shot… well, fuck, if that scar’s not my favorite thing.”

You looked at him in wide-eyed disbelief. “How could this… disgusting reminder…” you choked out, “of everything that happened last year… how could that be your favorite thing, Bucky?”

“That scar means you’re alive, doll,” he told her. “That you’re still breathing, still with me, in spite of all of it. So forgive me if I think that makes it the fucking sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

You closed your eyes and exhaled, his words momentarily taking away the sting of the inadequacy you’d felt ever since the doctors had told you about the extent of your condition. It wasn’t something you were purposefully keeping from Bucky… You had just been too terrified to say it out loud. You were going to tell him. Just not yet.

"Look at me Doll,” he said, getting your attention back onto his face, “I don't like that I have to tell you this at all, but I'm gonna do it, as many times as you need, as many times as it takes for you to believe me. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen."

You felt your face soften, the tension of insecurity drop from your shoulders as he looked at you through the phone screen, eyes blue pools of adoration. You wanted so badly to just get lost in him, to let him consume you until you were capable of thinking of nothing but him. 

“Thank you,” you whispered.

“It’s something more than just the scar, isn’t it, sweets? You’ve never been ashamed of showing me your body before.” You weren’t vain as a rule, and Bucky knew this about you. You had other scars, worse ones. Uglier ones, but none had ever bothered you the way this one had. None had ever carried the same degree of psychological and emotional baggage. 

You just nodded, afraid that if you spoke, you’d reveal what you’d been keeping from him, blurt it out before you could stop yourself, and it was not the kind of thing you wanted to do over video with thousands of miles of distance between you.

“You don’t have to tell me, doll,” he said, the understanding in his voice so pure that it made you ache. “I know so many of my actions have hurt you; I get that there’s still some trust–”

“Baby, no,” you interrupted. “I trust you, I do. I want to tell you. I’m just… not ready yet.”

“Tell me what I can do for you right now, then, sweetheart,” he offered. He’d brought the phone close to his face, his gaze on you intense and burning through the screen. “What do you need?”

You exhaled, the sight of him so focused and sincere making your knees feel weak. “Just you, Buck,” you whispered, the words coming out in a breathy sigh. “I just want you.”

“I’m right here, doll.” His voice turned low, darker. A soft purr that vibrated your insides. “And I’ll be home with you real soon, but you gotta tell me what I can do for you right. now.”

You sucked in a shuddering gasp of air, indulging in the way his words swept over your body like a languid kiss. Without even thinking, you felt your hand drift down your abdomen, your fingertips dancing along the top of your thigh.

“Buck,” you found yourself whining as you squirmed your ass across the mattress, searching for any inch of friction you could find. 

“Yeah, baby,” he grunted, readjusting the camera so it was once again propped up and you could see the length of him pressing against the material of his tac-pants. “Tell Sergeant Barnes what you want so he can give it to you.”

A beat of silence passed between you before you both started laughing, your hand coming to cover your face as you suppressed a snort. “Oh my god, Barnes!” you wheezed.

“Yeah, that was awful,” he laughed, palming his face in embarrassment. “Did I kill it?”

You wiped away a stray tear that had leaked from your eye in your laughter. “You’re lucky I find your bad jokes to be such a fucking turn on,” you told him with a grin. 

Bucky frowned. “Wasn’t supposed to be a joke, doll,” he grumbled, a pout forming on his beautiful pink lips. “‘S supposed to be sexy.”

“Oh, I found it very sexy,” you assured him. “You make me laugh, Barnes. That’s the hottest fucking thing I can imagine. Now take off your pants.”

The look in Bucky’s eyes turned from playfully annoyed to seductively heated in the space of a nanosecond. He reached for the zipper of his tac-pants and you licked your lips at the sound of it coming undone. “Get the camera all set up, doll,” he said as he shimmied the pants down his legs. “I want to see every inch of you.”

With a grin, you propped your camera up between your legs, giving Bucky a front row seat to your dripping core. “This work for you, Sarge?” you asked.

“Fuck, sweets,” he began, palming at himself through his boxer-briefs. “Yeah, that works for me.”

“Show me,” you commanded him, bringing your fingers down to lightly trace the outer edges of your lower lips. “Show me how well this view works for you, baby.”

Bucky scrambled to pull his boxer briefs down to his thick thighs, and you watched with bated breath as his cock sprung free, its beautiful, pink tip already glistening with precum. Your entire body erupted in tingles at the sight of him. He was so fucking gorgeous, and he was yours.

“Jesus,” you hissed, bringing a hand to your breast and gently squeezing the flesh. You could feel your mouth thicken with saliva at just the idea of having him down your throat.

“Just Bucky’s fine, baby,” he teased as he grabbed a hold of himself, and you rolled your eyes. “No need to bring God into it.” Slowly, he began stroking his length. You watched in awe as he seemed to grow harder with every downward pull, the veins in his thighs bulging as he thrust his hips up against his hand. If anyone was going to be compared to God during sex, it would and should be Bucky Barnes.

“Touch that pretty clit for me, doll,” he grunted. “Pretend it’s my fingers on you, getting you all warmed up to take my cock.”

“Fuck, Buck,” you whimpered, your fingers moving frantically over your bundle of nerves. You were already soaked; just the sight of him had sent another wave of arousal gushing through you. “Want your dick in my pussy so bad, baby. So fucking bad, it hurts.”

“Soon, sweetheart,” he grunted, watching your fingers strum your clit with wild eyes. “I’ll be home soon, and I’ll fill you up so good, you won’t be able to walk normal for weeks.”

You arched your back and moaned, the memory of the way he stretched you as he entered you, opening you wider than any other man you’d ever had, flooded your mind. “Nothing fills me like you do, baby,” you panted. “Nothing hits me so deep.”

“Yeah?” he grunted, and you could hear the delicious slick, slick sound of his hand moving through the precum that soaked his shaft. “Not even those fancy toys you bought?”

Bucky chuckled when he noticed your eyes pop open and stare at him in surprise. “Oh, I know all about those, doll.” Slick, slick, slick. “Found ‘em when I was helping you pack for the move. All of them.”

You felt a blush rising to your cheeks, and if you didn’t already have your hand on your pussy right in front of him, you might have been embarrassed. “All those toys, and none of them gets me off as good as you do, Buck,” you breathed. “None of them reach that spot the way you do.” It was true– it was the one thing you had desperately searched for during your time of Bad Decisions– someone to hit that place deep inside of you that set your every nerve ending on fire, that made you shiver and convulse with pleasure with each thrust. No one had ever brought on that full body climax that left you shaking and weak like Bucky had. 

“Fuck, doll,” he grunted. “No one touches your A-spot but me.”

“No,” you gasped. You loved how he knew your body so well, knew what he did to you, how you longed for his touch. “No one touches me like you, baby.” 

“Put your fingers in, sweets,” he commanded. “I wanna watch you fuck yourself on that pretty little hand while I pretend it’s my cock.”

You did as he asked, bringing two fingers to your weeping entrance and plunging them inside you. They would never feel as thick or go as deep as any part of Bucky, but for now, they were all you had, so you made the most of them, driving them in and out of your cunt with abandon. 

“Fuck…” you grunted as you felt the coil in your belly begin to tighten, sweat glistening off your brow. “Baby!”

“I know, pretty girl,” Bucky said between grunts of his own. “Tell me how good you feel.”

“So good, Buck,” you moaned. “So fucking good. Want you so bad, Bucky! So fucking bad!”

“I’m right there with you, doll,” he panted. “I’m so close. Gonna blow all over and imagine it’s inside that pretty pussy of yours. Gonna come home and bury myself in your cunt, sweets! Not gonna come out for days!”

“Oh shit, Bucky,” you cried, your release a hare's breath away. “Wanna cum with you, baby.” You curled your fingers inside of you, stroking your G-spot again, and again, trying to imagine it was his thick, calloused fingers inside of you. 

“Just a little longer, sweetheart.” Bucky was yanking at his member now, his pace quick and frantic. 

You felt yourself rising, clawing to the very edge of the precipice, but before you could hurl yourself over the edge, you accidentally hit your phone with your foot, sending it falling to the floor.

You scrambled for the phone. It had landed face-down in the dark, making it harder for you to find, but you followed the sounds of Bucky’s grunts and moans until you made contact. Turning the phone back over, you watched as Bucky, eyes screwed closed, reached his peak, ropes of cum erupting from the tip of his cock and landing across his stomach and hand. 

And, as surely as if someone had doused you with a bucket of water, the spell was broken. You were painfully reminded that he wasn’t there with you. He was half a world away, still out of your reach. 

You sniffled, and Bucky opened his eyes at the sound. “Sweetheart,” he began, his voice laced with concern, “what’s wrong? Did you cum?”

You hitched a breath, holding back a sob, and shook your head. “You’re not here, Buck,” you cried. “It’s not… I thought… I just want to be with you. I miss you so fucking much!” You knew you sounded petulant, like a child, but you were at your limit, truly. You wanted nothing more than to be back to normal with him. A better normal, even, now without the shadow of Carthage looming over you both.

“Oh, doll.” Bucky picked up his phone and brought it close to his face, his now flaccid cock out of frame. “Baby, I’m so sorry. Do you wanna try again? We can focus just on you. Make sure you get off nice and good.”

You shook your head, feeling the tears of frustration and longing slide down your cheeks. “No,” you 

whimpered. “I think… I think I just wanna go to sleep.”

Bucky frowned at you, the look in his eyes sorrowful. “I fucking hate that I’m too far away to help you, Pocket,” he said. “I can’t stand seeing you like this, knowing you’re hurting.”

“It’s just been so long, Buck,” you whispered to him as you buried yourself under the blankets of your bed. “I feel like every time we even try, something keeps getting in our way. What if it’s the universe, trying to tell us we shouldn’t be getting back together?”

Bucky sighed, thick and heavy. “I know you don’t believe that, sweetheart,” he said. “It’s just been some bad timing; we got out of our groove, is all. I promise, things will go back to the way they were. The way they’re supposed to be.”

Not long ago, you told him that his promises didn’t mean shit to you, but now… now, you wanted to believe him more than anything.

“It’s just a little longer,” he clarified.  You nodded, swallowing down any remaining tears that threatened to fall. You wanted to believe him. You needed to believe him, but the part of you that had been irrevocably broken when he’d hurt you couldn’t help but whisper that, maybe, in some way, he’d always leave you unsatisfied.

<- Part 1 / Part 3 ->

[doyouknowbtsswag]

Do You Remember? |Chishiya|

Part 2

I wanted to cry holding my side that was currently bleeding. I tore part of my shirt and wrapped it around trying to stop the bleeding. I looked around for Chishiya wanting to be with him as the world fell apart. I spotted him propped against a car. He was looking up at the sky unbothered by anything around him.

"Chishiya?" I called out which made him lazily look over.

"( Y/n)?" I heard him say his eyes widened.

"I'm so glad your okay" I teared up slowly making my way to sit next to him. I winced trying to sit down. He slowly guided me down to help me sit to prevent more pain as I held my side. "I thought you died"

"You should know I don't give up that easily." He smiled lazily before stopping looking at my side.

"Nasty isn't it" I chuckled in pain.

"Your gonna bleed out," He said panicking wincing himself as he moved.

"Hey hey" I stopped him from trying to push on my wound to stop the bleeding.

"Stop," He said as he fought back my hand.

"You're hurting yourself," I said finally getting his hands fully off of me holding them tightly. "You're injured too"

"I don't care your more important to me" He placed his forehead on mine. "I can't lose you and let you die"

"I'm always going to be by your side " I rubbed his hand.

"I wish we met before all this so we'd have more time together"

I felt tears streaming down my cheeks making Chishiya pull our faces away.

"Don't cry sweetheart" He said cupping my cheek with one hand and keeping one on my hand but I could see him holding back tears himself.

"I can't help it"

"We'll get out of this" He wiped my tears from my face. "And see each other again"

"Thank you" I whispered.

He smiled lightly and put his lips on mine. I kissed him back and I could tell this wasn't going to stop anytime soon. Our emotions were displayed all at once. It captured love, passion, and a hint of sadness knowing this could be the last. I laid my head on his shoulder and intertwined my fingers with his. The sky blue contrasted to the depressing ground. Chishiya ran his hand through my hair as we sat in silence. The silence was cut short as fireworks spewed out of the dark sky.

"All surviving players will be presented with two choices Players must now all decide whether to accept permanent residency in this country or decline it."

I smiled and squeezed his hand.

"I decline"

"I decline"

"You better not forget me" I joked.

"How could I ever forget you?"

"I love you" I kissed his cheek.

"I love you too."Not too long after I said that my sight was blurry until the world turned dark.

I woke up confused with a major headache. I looked around and saw curtains and white walls. I heard a beeping sound and looked next to me. I was hooked up to a monitor that showed a steady flow. I was indeed in the hospital. The last thing I remembered was walking to the mall holding a Starbucks cup I couldn't even think of how I ended up here, I wasn't near the road so I couldn't have been ran over. I pressed the red button next to me to alert the nurse I was up. A few minutes later a nurse came in and asked how I was feeling and explained what happened. She told me I could walk freely as long as I took my IV with me. If I felt dizzy or tired sit down immediately.

"Thank you" I smiled.

"Just make sure your back in your bed by 8 okay?" She said.

"I will"

"Oh! Your friends dropped off clothes for you"

"Really?" I asked happy I wouldn't be in a hospital gown.

"Would you like to change into them?"

"Yes please" I nodded.

"Your friends mentioned your parents aren't in town so they dropped them off"

"I'll have to thank them later"

"Do you think you'll need help?" She asked.

"I should be fine"

"I'll be behind the curtain so if you need help let me know"

Thank you" I smiled taking the IV out as she closed the curtain behind her.

I looked at the clothes and started changing but stopped looking at my patched-up side. I sighed and continued changing wincing a few times. I opened the curtain and let the nurse in. She walked over to grab another IV for me to take around. She rolled up one of the sleeves.

"1 2 3," She said and injected the IV in my arm.

"Remember what I said before. I'll see you at 8"

"I hope the food is decent it seems like I'll be here for a while" I sighed as the nurse left.

I got up and started walking observing how many people were around me. I slowly opened the door wincing slightly. I walked down the hallway and saw vending machines. I didn't have any money because my purse was apparently burned to death. I frowned but walked to the front desk shamefully asking for a dollar. I explained why and they gave me one as I kept thanking them till they smiled. I walked to the machines and got my favorite drink. I opened the can and made my way to their garden. As I did so I walked past a blonde who also had an IV. I felt like I'd seen him before, I looked back and saw that he was gone.

"It doesn't feel as stuffy anymore" I sighed in relief sitting on a bench that was in the garden. "I feel like I've met him but It's not possible maybe he was one of my friends' ex's?."

I took another sip from my drink and watched little kids run around freely making me smile softly. "Nothing makes sense anymore." There were so many people I walked by that seemed familiar but the blonde stood out the most. I put my head in my hands annoyed.

"Can I sit here?" I heard a voice say a familiar one.

I looked up and saw the blonde who was also carrying a IV around.

"Uh sure," I said maybe this could help jog my memory.

He just sat looking ahead as I gazed at him from the side trying to put pieces together. I looked at him up and down before noticing the outline of gauze wrapped around his side. He looked over and saw me staring which made me quickly look away. He gave a sly smirk I've definitely seen before.

"So what are you in here for?" He asked.

"The meteor accident and you?"

"Same thing, did your heart happen to stop beating?"

"Yeah I assume yours too"

"Yeah someone else next to me had the same problem"

"You really unbothered by this situation" I chuckled. "Especially since you could've died."

"You should know I don't give up that easily." He said which made my head pound.

I closed my eyes holding my head seeing debris and an abandoned-looking road. I opened my eyes my headache started to go away he looked confused but held out my drink for me.

"Are you okay?" He asked as I took the drunk from his hand which gave me butterflies.

"Yeah sorry the nurse did say I would get headaches" I reassured him but I was confused about what I saw.

"Just making sure"

"Thanks" I smiled. "This is going to sound really weird but have we met before?"

"I don't remember," He said looking ahead unbothered.

"You just seemed familiar that's all" I cringed on the inside.

"Well I'm going to go get something to eat," He said standing up and stretching. "Maybe I'll see you around"

"Bye," I waved smiling. I watched him walk away into the building.

I decided to go back to my room and lay down my head still hurting from whatever just happened. I got up and grabbed the can of soda to throw out. I walked to my room the hallways almost empty because of the time of day. Once I made it to my room I laid down looking at the ceiling. Maybe if I close my eyes and focus I could figure it out. Now thinking about it I forgot to ask him for his name. I put my blankets over myself and got comfortable. My eyes got heavy and I fell asleep into a dream land.

I walked along the cracked road kicking rocks every once in and while. I heard a chuckle next to me. I looked over and saw the blonde next to me. He wrapped his arm around my waist as we walked closer to a game. Once we made it he let go and grabbed a collar handing me one. I nervously put it on scared of what the game would be.

"No matter what stay by my side" He whispered looking at the other players.

"What if it's a Heart game?"

"Then I guess you'll win" He shrugged unbothered. "I don't think it is though"

"Why do you say that?" I asked.

"The atmosphere, the cells" He pointed out. "I highly doubt it is"

"I'll take your word for it"

—

"Well what are we gonna do"

"I have a plan," He said putting his hand on my shoulder. "Don't worry sweetheart"

"Chishiya everything is set to go"

I jumped awake my head pounding out of control making me feel sick. I aggressively hit the red button for the nurse to come in. I waited and waited and waited. I pressed the button again and finally, a nurse came in.

"Is everything okay?" She asked.

"Can I have Ibuprofen or something like that? My head is pounding"

"Of course! Let me go get you some"

I was dazed and confused knowing that it felt too real to be a dream. The places I was at and the interactions felt weird. All the people I saw with bathing suits on including me and him. The nurse popped back in and handed me water and pills. I took the medicine and set the cup next to me.

"Would you like something to eat? You haven't eaten dinner you fell asleep early"

"I'm not really hungry Thanks for the offer" I smiled

"Alright well get a good night's sleep," She said and walked away.

I tossed and turned all night till the sun woke up. Every time I closed my eyes new faces popped up more memories of me and Chishiya. I enjoyed some of them but others freaked me out. The sun hit my face and I was awoken by the nurse who changed out my IV.

"Your taking a little bit to heal fully but this should be the last day," She said and we both went on our separate ways.

I didn't feel as weak which was a good thing. It was a lot easier to walk around and I barely felt any pain. I walked to the cafeteria starving from not eating. On my way there I saw the people in my short clips of when I closed my eyes for a few minutes and closed them. Once I got my food I sat in a random booth. How would I tell Chishiya what actually happened? How did I suddenly know his name? How do you even explain you played in games so you didn't die? How we literally dated? What would he say? I placed my head on the table defeated.

"You don't have many friends do you?" I looked up nervously.

"I have no- no you have no idea what you're talking about," I said stumbling over my words.

"So why were you sitting alone?" He teased.

"Because I wanted to," I said avoiding eye contact.

"You're acting weird. I'm a doctor but even if I wasn't anyone could tell.

I closed my eyes and put my head on the table again to avoid him from seeing my face.

"Shuntaro Chishiya" I whispered.

"What?"

"Your name is Shuntaro Chishiya," I said looking up trying to keep a straight face.

"How did you-"

"So I am the only one who remembered" I chuckled lightly thinking back to when he said he wouldn't forget me. "You lied to me

"What do you mean by that?" He asked confused.

"It's nothing," I said faking a smile. "So do you even have any recollection of what happened?"

"What happened in borderland?"

[obae-me]

i have a suggestion!

obey me brothers reacting to "would you still love me if I was worm?"

The age old question. I'd be glad to do some little headcanons for you! These should be cute!

Lucifer

What kind of question is that?...

He's going to take it way too literally. He can't help it, he's an overthinker. "Why would you be a worm? Is it due to a curse? Then I would simply break the curse for you."

He can't quite seem to wrap his head around the scenario. Because...you are simply not a worm. Yes, he loves you, and if you were unfortunately turned into such a little creature, he would do anything in his power to turn you back.

If somehow, in some other timeline, you were once and always a worm, why would he fall in love with you then? How does one go about loving a worm?

Please help him, he's so confused.

Eventually, even if he doesn't quite get it, he'll go the gentlemanly route. "No matter what form you happen to take, I will always love you."

Mammon

Eh? Why are you asking him such gushy things? But...yeah...obviously.

"I could fit ya around in my pocket then! Do you think worms would be good at stealing stuff? Eh, probably not, you'd be smaller than a Grimm. And I would hate to see ya get smushed."

He doesn't overthink it, which this time around is the right answer. Good boy, Mammon!

Of course, as much as he would continue to love you as a worm, boy, does he sure love you just as you are now.

"Just don't go plannin' on getting turned into a worm anytime soon, please. I'd have to bail ya out, and that can be costly. I'd never let you leave my side again."

Levi

Aha! He knows this one! He's been on the internet, he knows what this question is all about!

So, of course, he can say with mild confidence, that he would! "Always! No matter what shape you take, I'll always l-l-lo-love you!" Perfect! Said just like a cheesy anime line. "Just...stay away from Henry 2.0 if you become a worm, okay?"

Maybe he could keep you on his desk, so you could watch him play games and share shows together...wait...do worms even have eyes?

They don't?! Then that would be sad...but he won't go back on his answer!

But seriously, his heart probably couldn't take it if you were a worm forever. Satan might be more of a fan of those sad-ending stories, but he's not!

Satan

What a curious question...

If you were a cat, he'd obviously still love you. "Out of all the world's creatures, why a worm? Is there something about them I don't know about? No? Why don't you turn into a little kitty instead?"

He doesn't fully get the question. You'll have to explain to him that it's not about turning into a worm, but if you would still be taken care of!

Well, if that's all it's about, of course he would still care for you. Just don't eat his books please if you happen to become a bookworm.

"If you're oh-so-curious, I could probably find a spell to turn you into a worm right now."

He's just joking, but he did enjoy the look of mild panic on your face.

Asmo

Of course he would!

Surprisingly enough, he answered that easily, and maybe not quite the answer you expected. "I could keep you in the garden! Oh, or maybe not, what if you got eaten?! Oh, I know! I'd get a little plant for my room and keep you there!"

He simply knows he would find you adorable no matter what!

He doesn't really know what a worm needs, but he would be willing to learn.

He'd get a special fancy plant mister and make sure even as a worm that you'd be moisturized and hydrated! Maybe he'd even make a special Devilgram for you!

"Aw, but then I wouldn't be able to kiss your cute face! Try not to become a worm if you could help it, m'kay?"

Beel

A worm?

He'd be sad if that happened and you couldn't return to normal... "Do worms eat a lot? They do? So you wouldn't go hungry? Good. Could I feed you leftovers?"

Of course he would love you no matter what you were. And he promises that he wouldn't eat you.

Don't ask why he would potentially eat a worm in the first place.

Just thinking about it all makes him seem to love you more while you remain not a worm.

He's got to make sure he can hug you and eat plenty of meals with you while you're still human.

Belphie

You're such a weirdo...but sure, why not?

That's what you want to hear, right? "I bet it would be peaceful under all that dirt. Like a huge blanket. Oh...but then I wouldn't be able to sleep with you anymore. Then no, I take it back, I wouldn't love you if you were a worm."

Brat.

He acts like he falls asleep right after his answer, but really, he's thinking about it further.

Worms are pretty low maintenance, right? He'd just have to make sure no one ate you or crushed you...maybe too much work then.

"If you were a worm, maybe I'd just find a way to be a worm too. Then I wouldn't have Lucifer bother me so much. Then we could just be lazy worms together."

A surprisingly sweet outcome.

[slasher-male-wife]

Make him dog food: Hannibal x gn reader

This is more of a personal thing based on a non-fan fiction thing I'm writing. I've been thinking and processing a lot of stuff and I am just feeling a lot of things. I love horror revenge stories so I felt this fit well.

Content warnings: Talk of cannibalism, murder, mentions of past abuse and sa, dogs being fed human meat, reader is kinda unstable, reader breaks down a bit

"Y/n. What are you doing here?" Hannibal asks, seemingly ignoring the fact you're covered in blood, but he knows it's not yours. Your face is tear stained and bloody along with the rest of your body.

"I killed him." You say cryptically walking into his house. He shuts the door behind you and guides you to his bathroom.

"Who did you kill?" He asks calmly, sitting you down and taking off your shoes.

"My ex-boyfriend." You say, running a hand over your hair. You look down at your hands covered in dry blood and just stare at them while Hannibal takes off your socks. "I've told you about him before. He's the one who never took no for an answer, you know who I'm talking about." Hannibal nods.

"Did it feel good?" He asks, standing back up and looking at you. He knows what your ex-boyfriend did to you when you were dating. How he abused and assaulted you over and over again. You'd mentioned your feeling about what should be done to him, Hannibal only encouraged them. "Did killing your ex-boyfriend make you feel like you finally got justice?" He asks, turning on the shower.

You shake your head and look over at him, finally picking up on the scent of the dried blood all over you. Before you killed him you paralyzed him. You took your time killing him. He didn't deserve a quick, painless death.

"It made me feel better. But it's not justice. I brought the body here. It's in my car. I know you eat people Hannibal. But eating him is too good for his body," You say, standing up, "Are you visiting Will Graham anytime soon? At his house in Virginia?" You take off your coat and hand it to Hannibal.

"Yes I am, in a couple days." He smiles slightly and motions for you to go into the shower. "What does Will Graham have to do with your plans?" You put your hand under the shower head and feel the temperature of the water.

"Let's feed him to dogs. I want to make him dog food." You say, watching as the dried blood starts to wash away from your hand slowly.

Hannibal nods and opens the bathroom door. "I can have that arranged. Shower first, I'll get the body ready." He shuts the door and you peel off your bloody sweater and pants. You get fully undressed and walking into the shower, the run off water going from clear to pink.

You start to clean yourself with soap when some tears roll down your cheeks. You got your revenge, he can't hurt anyone anymore, but it still hurts to even think of what he did. You start to quietly sob as you keep washing yourself, scrubbing your skin harder and harder, maybe hoping you'll reach a layer of skin he never touched.

When you leave the shower your skin is hot and irritated from the water and the scrubbing you did. You wrap yourself in a towel and gather your dirty clothes before leaving the bathroom. You find clothes laid out for you from Hannibal. You put your dirty clothes in the hamper in the room and put on the clean ones. You dry off your hair and take a couple deep breaths when it all hits you.

This entire time you've felt detached from what he did to you but now, after killing him it's all coming back. You start to break into a sob, a loud, guttural sob. Hannibal comes back into the room and helps you stand up. He holds you in his arms while you sob, your head throbbing with pressure and your cheeks becoming wet.

After a good ten minutes of you sobbing you finally calm down. You wipe your eyes and pull away from Hannibal.

"Make him dog food." You say seriously to him, your voice still choked from the sobbing. Hannibal just smiles slightly and nods.

"I will." Is his reply.

[lucy90712]

Hi. could you write something about being friends with Pedri, he's in love with the reader. Everyone see the way he looks at her, but she doesn't. One day they're going to the party and there's no seats left so Pedri let her sit on his lap and then finally confess his feelings

A/n: my requests are open so feel free to send me more requests 

wc: 2100

Hanging out with my friends is usually my favourite thing to do but recently it's become harder and harder and it's my own fault. It's completely my fault that I had to go and develop feelings for my best friend which makes just seeing him upsetting as I know there is no way he would feel the same way I do. My stupid crush is going to make today incredibly difficult as he has the day off training and so we are going to spend the day together along with our other friends and then tonight we are all going to a party. 

My alarm went off telling me I needed to get up to go to breakfast with everyone but I was already awake as I've been sitting thinking about how awful it's going to be spending the entire day with Pedri and having to act like we are just friends. I turned the alarm off and got out of bed to shower and then got ready, I thought about wearing something really nice but there is no point as it's not going to make Pedri see me any differently plus we are going to a party where I'll have to dress up later. I could make an effort and see if I meet anyone else but I don't want that I only want Pedri even though it's never going to happen. 

I spent so much time thinking about Pedri that I didn't notice the time until my doorbell was ringing so I had to quickly grab my things and answer it. When I opened the door I was met with a smiling Pedri, his smile is so infectious that I couldn't help but smile back at him even though I wasn't really that happy. I grabbed my keys and and locked my door before we got in his car to head to breakfast where we were meeting some more friends. I was going to drive there myself or walk as the place we are going to isn't too far from my place but Pedri insisted that he come and pick me up so we could spend more time together as it's been a little while since we have seen each other even though on my part that was fully intentional. 

In the car I forgot all about not wanting to see Pedri as we got to talking because like always we just started talking about nothing and I realised why I never say anything about my feelings and that's because I don't want to lose this. When we arrived at the cafe we were both laughing our heads off at some joke that Pedri made a good 5 minute before but we had just kept laughing like we always do. All of our friends looked at us for a second as we arrived before going back to their conversations as they are used to the two of us being like this. We both calmed down and then took our seats which weren't next to each other but it was probably for the best. I was sat next to Gavi who I've been super close to after Pedri introduced us and he's the only one that knows about my feelings for Pedri as he heard me talking to myself about it one time. Since Gavi found out he is always telling me to tell Pedri how I feel but I refuse to do it no matter his many times he tells me to. 

"Are you going to tell him anytime soon?" Gavi asked when Pedri went to the bathroom 

"You know the answer to that is no" I replied 

"Come on y/n I see how you look at him it's only going to hurt more the longer you leave it" he said 

"Well what if I never plan to tell him" I said 

"You have to you are going to ruin your friendship hiding your feelings plus if not he will find someone else and I already know that will hurt you" he explained 

"I know but I really don't want to ruin our friendship as I can't live without him but I can deal with hiding my feelings" I admitted 

"Believe me it won't ruin your friendship" he said 

He looked like he wanted to say more but Pedri came back so he didn't say anymore but I saw the look he gave me which screamed just tell him. I know where he's coming from but it's harder than it seems especially when Pedri and I have been friends for so long it's hard to take the leap and admit that I have feelings. I also understand that if I don't do anything he will get a girlfriend at some point which will crush me as he went on one date a few months ago and I couldn't bare to look at him for a week. All of the pros and cons swim around my brain constantly but I can never make any decision on what to do as whenever I decide I'm going to tell him I think of some cons that make me back out. 

After we all finished breakfast we all went out and played mini golf which was fun and then we went to the beach for a while before all going back to our own places so the ones that were going could get ready to go to the party. The party was being hosted by one of Gavi and Pedri's friends and so they invited me to come with them which of course I said yes to even though I regret it a little bit right now. Even though I didn't really want to go I still put on a nice dress and did my hair and makeup because even if I have a bad time at a least I'll look good doing it. Just like earlier Pedri was picking me up so we could go together which meant I didn't need to leave as early so I found myself spending quite a while sitting with my thoughts mostly about what Gavi said earlier until Pedri arrived and I came back to reality. 

Pedri's POV 

Standing outside her door I was so nervous because I made the stupid decision to promise Gavi that tonight would be the night I finally tell her how I feel which I'm now really regretting it as I know he won't let me back out. My train of thought was interrupted when the door opened and I had to do my best not to let my jaw drop to the floor as y/n stood there looking absolutely incredible. It took me a few seconds to compose myself before I could speak and tell her she looked pretty which she thanked me for and we got in my car. Not much was said while we were in the car instead we just listened to music from her playlist and occasionally I asked her to adjust the volume or skip a song but that was it. 

When we arrived we both spoke to a few people quickly before Gavi grabbed my arm and dragged me away from her while some other guy was stood there flirting with her which made me mad even though she's not mine. 

"You are going to tell her tonight like you promised right?" He questioned me 

"Yes I will but when it goes wrong I am fully blaming you" I said 

"It won't go wrong plus I saw how mad you looked when that guy was flirting with her so I suggest you tell her before she goes home with him instead" he said 

Before I could argue he walked away and went to sit down so I went back to y/n to bring her to our table but mostly to get her away from that guy who most definitely isn't good enough for her. Once we reached the table Gavi was smirking at me which confused me for a few seconds until I noticed there was only one chair left which I knew he had set up straight away. I'll give it to him that boy is smart as I wasn't going to let her stand and I knew she wouldn't take the seat as she's too sweet. That left the one option Gavi was hoping I'd go with and he was right because even though I could feel my cheeks getting hotter by the second I still sat down. 

"If you are ok with it you can sit on my lap" I said to her 

"Are you sure its ok?" She asked 

"Of course" I replied 

She sat down right on the edge of my knee to start with until I made the decision to pull her closer as I knew the way she was sat was uncomfortable but she wasn't going to move unless I did something as she didn't want to make me uncomfortable. I made it so that she was sat properly on my legs and allowed her to lean her shoulder against my chest as she was sat sideways. To start with it was awkward but we both quickly settled in and I felt her body relax which made me happy as it meant she felt comfortable with me. After sitting in silence for a while we started up a conversation and went back to our normal selves just talking about anything and everything. We talked for so long that I didn't notice that everyone else had left the table leaving the two of us alone but when I did notice I knew it was my chance to either tell her or accept that I'll never have the courage. 

Just as I was about to do it she turned towards me and I looked straight into her eyes which threw me off straight away as I have never looked into her eyes like this before. My cheeks started heating up straight away and I wanted to look away but I could see that her cheeks were doing the same plus her eyes were so beautiful I didn't want to stop admiring them. We were so in our own world that anything could have happened around us and we wouldn't of noticed. Having that moment gave me a bit more confidence with telling her how I feel because I'd like to think that you don't look at someone like that if you don't have some feelings towards them. Once we stopped looking into each other's eyes I took a few seconds to think of what to say before I decided to just go for it. 

"Y/n I have something I should tell you" I said 

"What is it?" She asked looking incredibly nervous 

"I'm sorry if this ruins everything but I love you as more than a friend" I admitted 

"Well I love you as more than a friend too" she whispered 

"Oh thank goodness I was worried about ruining our friendship" I said relieved that she felt the same way 

"What do we do now?" She asked 

"Well would you like to be my girlfriend?" I asked 

"Of course I would" she replied 

After making her mine I got a boost of confidence so I put a hand on her cheek and gently pulled her face towards mine and pressed my lips against hers. The second my lips touched hers I felt warmth flow through me as all of our hidden feelings came through the kiss. I never wanted to pull away but I knew we both needed to breathe so I did and instead I just pulled her close to my chest instead. Of course Gavi had to come over and tell us that he was right about us liking each other and how one of us should've made a move earlier. He also then made fun of us when I kissed her cheek which I saw coming but I don't really care. 

We stayed at the party for a bit longer before deciding to leave and I asked if she wanted to stay over at mine as now that she's mine I don't really want to let her go. She agreed to stay so when we got back I gave her one of my hoodies to sleep in and we got into bed and I got to cuddle with her as she fell asleep which was the most amazing feeling. Looking at her sleeping in my chest made me glad that Gavi forced me to tell her as it worked out pretty well in the end. 

[domxmarvel]

Koala bear 

masterlist

Pairing: Mihaly x Female!Reader

A/N:The Mihaly request is taking a bit longer,so I wrote this in the meantime

Mihaly's eyelids grew heavy as they nuzzled closer to you, a contented sigh escaping their lips. The warmth of the blanket and the rhythmic sound of your heartbeat helped them relax, making them feel both safe and loved.

The next morning, you were awoken by the sound of voices in the main room. You could hear Sara, Jack, Brezziana, and Wanderlust talking with a note of urgency in their tones. With a yawn, you sat up and stretched, feeling the warmth of Mihaly's body against yours. Looking down, you saw them peacefully asleep, their breathing slow and steady. You brushed a strand of hair away from their face, feeling a pang of affection as you did. Gently setting them on the bed so you could get up and check the situation. Opening the door and you saw them standing there 

"What's with all the noise?" Mihaly was fully asleep and you were half asleep as you asked. Jack turns to you and smiles, clearly amused by your sleepy state.

"Ah Y/N, you're finally up! What a night you must've had, huh?” He winks at you, his tone laced with innuendo. You rolled your eyes. 

"Don't start,and nothing happened last night" Jack grins, clearly enjoying teasing you.

"Oh, really? Nothing at all? I guess you were just having a late-night pillow talk session, eh? You better hope Mihaly doesn't wake up and see you looking so unruffled. They might get jealous!" Sara playfully shoves Jack's shoulder, clearly amused by his antics. Before you could answer you felt Mihaly's arms around your waist and their head on your shoulder. Half asleep as they begged you to come back to bed. "I guess that answers my question."

"Oh boy... Mihaly's like a koala bear when they're sleeping." Sara cooed

"Aww, how adorable."Wanderlust added.  You turn your head to look at Mihaly and can't help but chuckle at their clingy state. You can feel the warmth of their breath on your skin, and their sleepy plea for you to come back to bed makes your heart flutter. They wrapped around your tighter and begged you again,clearly Mihaly wasn't letting go anytime soon.

"Yeah, Y/N. You'd better listen to Mihaly, or they might never let you go." Jack teased.

"They've got you wrapped around their finger - or should I say wrapped around their whole body! They really do make a cute couple, don't they?" Sara teased you too.

"It's adorable. But also, incredibly funny. Mihaly is usually so reserved."

"I'll join you to plan as soon as they let go" you shut the door.

[shallyne]

The Diary of Feyre Archeron Ch. 2

Chapter two of Feyre's diary! I hope you enjoy,! Things might pick up in the next chapter

Words: 1.4k

February 7th

Dear Diary,

I feel like death on two legs. These past fews were SO hectic.

I've got the job I applied for and they agreed fairly quick for me to work the night shifts, and now I know WHY! Who would have thought so many people went to a seedy diner at the outside of town in the middle of the night? It's weird and I also need to act like nothing is different because mom knows nothing! She doesn't suspect a single thing! I guess being ignored by her has its perks?

Anyway, I'm not going down that route. Point is, I'm trying to juggle work and school and somehow get sleep at some point of the day, which worked until today when I fell asleep in Mr. Suriel’s class. And guess who woke me up? Rhysand!! He was very sweet about it but I felt so embarrassed, I basically bolted away from him and almost walked into a door. Yeah, I can't look at him anytime soon.

Also, dad is acting very weird lately. He's always in his office and barely talks to any of us if he bothers to show up for dinner, even mom and Elain.

Okay, that's it I think.

Byee

February 15th

Dear Diary,

The moon is so pretty. It's like 11pm right now and I'm not at work, I got this Saturday off to work on Sunday which even gives me a little Sunday bonus! Amazing, isn't it?

Back to the moon, it's beautiful! I've never paid much attention to it but now that I did, I never want to look at anything else again. Sitting in the moonlight and writing in my diary? That's so aesthetically pleasing, Pinterest would eat this up!

I'm also not the only one still awake, I can hear dad’s TV, he's watching the news again, as every evening although he's working much later than usual, mom is super grumpy about this. I think they even argued yesterday, I heard weird noises coming from their room.

I also have good news! Rhysand and I have to make a project together for history!! ME and RHYSAND. It's going to be so fun, as long as I keep him far away from my house. He already asked if we wanted to start the project at his house or mine, of course I said his even though I'm super nervous! We're meeting tomorrow. Should I wear the blue sweater? Maybe I can steal some of Elain’s mascara. Or I could ask her. We'll see, I guess.

I also don't know if I should leave my notebook at home. It's full of scribbles of Rhys's eyes. That's very specific but I just can't get them right! How can a person have such unique eyes? If anyone comes close to having literal starry eyes, it's him. So, what would be more embarrassing, if mom found the notebook or Rhys??

I think I'll leave it here, hide it in my closet. If mom still finds it I can lie and say it's just practice! Hopefully she won't find the R+F scribbled in the back.

I'm getting sleepy now, big day tomorrow.

Bye!

March 9th

Dear Diary,

Rhys and I got an A on our project! It was so easy working with him, it didn't even feel like working. He's not just the most beautiful guy I have ever seen, he's also so nice and incredibly smart! I think he also plays sports, what can't he do? Like, leave some talent for us!

I also got into an argument with Nesta if it's acceptable to use sus as a word. It's way too hard and time consuming to always fully spell suspiceus ous, same with saying it. Shortening it saves lots of time! She says it's stupid and to not use it in front of her friends because it's humiliating. To quote her, verbatim, “Stop trying to make sus happen, Feyre! It's not going to happen!” Rude. It's totally going to happen someday and I'm going to tell her “I told you so.” (She hates that)

Also, after weeks of acting sus, dad finally joined us at dinner and actually talked. Mostly to mom and the topic was the airplane that had just disappeared but nonetheless, he talked and his mood seemed better! He also doesn't look like a caveman anymore for the first time since he locked himself in the office, so that's good.

Mom also almost caught me eating chocolate, which would have been a total disaster. She's always making sure that we, mostly Elain and Nesta, aren't overweight. She's weighing them weekly! It's so insane. Sometimes I bring back some leftovers after my shift and sneak them to Elain and Nesta's room. They accept them and mom hasn't kicked me out of the house yet, so I assume they haven't told her. They also don't ask question when I bring the snacks, they just accept it. Good, that means they don't have to lie for me. Or I don't have to lie to them.

Okay, I guess that's it for the day.

PS: is it normal to constantly have a feeling of impending doom? Is it just PMS?

April 29th

Dear Diary,

Since Rhys and I did our project we've spent much more time together! He's so funny, he always makes me laugh. I think we've even become friends. We shared our lunch today, he got a half of my sandwich and I got a half of his! He even gave me his coke zero because he was shocked when I told him I never had any. It was amazing. (the coke, the company and the lunch)

Rhys told me he's super into astronomy, he's a nerd about it and it's so cute. I never saw him so animated about a topic! I mean, when he talks about himself. For some reason he also looks super interested when I talk about painting, he must be a good actor because I can't imagine him really being interested in art but I appreciate it anyway! No one ever really tried to listen to me about my hobbies.

I think I'm talking nonsense again, I don't know why that always happens. Sometimes my thoughts feel like a big heap of muddled words and everything is going on at once.

Oh, right, I almost forgot the most important thing! Rhys and I planned a sleepover during the summer holidays! I told him that I'd like to have a WiiU someday and he suggested a game night, because he has a WiiU, I'm so excited! I hope the time goes by fast, I can't wait. I need a break, my schedule is so tight these days, it's almost suffocating but I can't tell anyone.

It's going to be worth it, though. I'm saving my money, for what, I don't know yet. Maybe my driver's license? I have time to figure it out.

Mom is out for tea with her friends right now, so I'm using the time to listen to Taylor Swift without headphones!

May 31st

Dear Diary,

I could cut the tension here with a knife but either no one tells me what's up or they don't know. I tried to get some infos from our cook, Alis. She's always nice and she gets wind of all the gossip but she couldn't tell me what's going on.

Something isn't right and I need to know what it is, although something tells me I shouldn't. But can I just leave this mystery unsolved? Of course I can't!

It might be quiet right now, mom amd dad are in dad’s office upstairs, Elain and Nesta are in the garden and all the house staff seem to be huddled somewhere around the kitchen, whispering among themselves. Maybe I could eavesdrop? But there isn't really a way to hide without them seeing me. We definitely need more secret nooks in this house, I can't get information like this.

Nesta always says I'm nosy but that's such a negative way to look at it, I'm just curious. How is she not? How is Elain not? Is it wrong to be curious?

Especially if your parents are super jumpy for, like, the whole last week! It's super sus. Last night I knocked over the salt shaker and they flinched! Mom didn't even shout or reprimand me, she just glowered and went back to her dinner, it was sca–

Oh, hold on, the doorbell just rang, be back in a sec.

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@captain-of-the-gwynriel-ship @starfall-spirit @rhysiedarling @corcracrow @sydney-fae25 @tothestarsandwhateverend @aayo-whatt @dreamlandreader

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🎲 Fandom choosing is so hard! Either S&H or H50, a random kiss pls!

oh hell yeah. there are two directions you could go with this (bridal or h/c) and I went with. the other one.

Send me a fandom and I'll generate a kiss to write!

Steve stared down at the top of Danny's head. Not that that was an uncommon state of affairs, but there was a greater distance to stare right now. It made his hair even shinier, especially under the bright lights of Iolani Palace HQ. "Danny, what the hell are you doing?"

"Just-" Danny grunted, wrapping an arm around Steve's legs. "Just shut up."

"Danny. It wasn't actually a challenge."

"Oh no, boss," Tani chipped in helpfully. "I was definitely challenging him."

"Didn't think it was to propose, though," Grover said, making a manful attempt at pretending he wasn't laughing.

Steve sighed. Danny was reaching up for his hand, but he was reasonably sure he wasn't actually going to just grab his wrist without Steve's cooperation. He rested his hand on Danny's shoulder instead. "Does it have to be fireman's carry? I am supposed to have some authority here. Where did you learn fireman's carry, anyway?"

That, at least, achieved the desired effect of Danny standing up. Apparently he couldn't be appropriately offended while kneeling at Steve's feet. "I was trained as a first responder! I should be asking you how you know it."

"The military invented it."

"That's true," Junior volunteered from the other side of the table, where he'd wisely confined himself.

"No, it's-" Grover interjected. "Honestly. You Navy boys think you made the sky blue."

Steve couldn't help shrugging and responding, "Well, it is our colour."

Danny rolled his eyes. "Oh-"

The man could move fast when he wanted. Stocky and low to the ground came with advantages. As did, to be fair, Steve's reaction time being stymied by his aversion to hurting Danny in the process. Somehow it all ended up with Steve halfway to exactly the position he'd been trying to avoid.

Danny's back was, frankly, a less appealing view than the top of his head. At least at this angle and fully clothed.

"What were you saying about authority?" Danny said smugly.

"I think I lost it ten minutes ago," Steve admitted to Danny's scapula. He was tempted to go dead weight, which he was pretty sure actually would drop Danny, but that probably wouldn't end up in any more dignified position for either of them.

"You lost it years ago, boss," Tani told him. "You're way too much of a softie to keep it longer than first impression."

"You know I led a SEAL team?"

"You've softened since then," Danny said, and poked him in the side. "Candy left in the sun."

Sighing, Steve accepted that as merely the latest in a long line of fond but slightly derogatory food-based analogies. "Are you planning on putting me down anytime soon? All my blood's starting to go to my head."

"Can't have your head getting any bigger," Danny agreed, and helped him heave himself back over Danny's shoulder onto the ground.

Safely standing, Steve blinked a couple of times, letting the dizziness subside as Tani clapped Danny on the back and handed over a dollar bill. "Shouldn't have doubted you."

"No, you shouldn't have," Danny said, and went to take the money.

It floated to the ground untouched as Steve crouched and lifted, one arm across Danny's back and one under his knees.

Danny squawked, and Grover started laughing, bending over with his hands on the computer table.

"Hey! No-one challenged you!"

"Partnership equity."

"I don't think you know what either of those words mean," Danny grumbled, and crossed his arms. Which, given his current bridal-carried state, made Grover's laughter redouble and Steve snort, the movement shaking Danny slightly and pushing his elbow further into Steve's ribs.

"I hate you," Danny said, and let his head fall onto Steve's shoulder.

"Yeah, I love you too." Steve bent his head to kiss Danny on the forehead, which was met with a faint mumble that deniably may or may not have contained words of affection, then he looked over at the rest of the team. "Now, who wants to put money down on how much I can beat his time by?"

"Oh, I do."

"Hundred percent."

"Hey!"

[sprout-writes-stuff]

Steve has a nightmare of an alternate version of events where Eddie died. That didn't really happen, we all saw it.

Eddie is awoken by the phone and when he answers it the only response on the other end is a sigh.

"Steve?"

"Yeah it's me," he says quietly, just above a whisper, "sorry for calling, I just needed..."

"No it's fine. Are you okay?"

"I had a nightmare."

"Do you want me to come over?"

"Oh, no you don't have to do that. I'm good now."

"No I'm coming over."

"Ed-"

"See you soon." Eddie hangs up and goes straight to his van, not even changing out of his pajamas.

~~~

When he gets there he knocks on the front door and it opens immediately, as if Steve was waiting there. He barely has the door shut behind him when Steve's arms are around his neck, pulling Eddie into a tight hug, forehead resting on Eddie's shoulder. Eddie wraps his arms around Steve's lower back and pulls him closer.

They stand there for several minutes before either of them speak.

"You should try to go back to sleep." Eddie's suggests but Steve is already shaking his head.

"Never can, after."

"Okay. Well we can go sit on the sofa?"

"You'll come with me?"

"Yeah of course."

It takes Steve a few seconds to let go but he pulls Eddie over to the living area. They sit and Steve presses himself into Eddie's side, Eddie's arm is around Steve's shoulders.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Eddie asks and Steve hesitates before replying.

"You were dead."

"What?"

"In the Upside Down. You died."

"Oh." Eddie says and holds him closer. "I'm here Stevie."

"Yeah."

Steve squeezes him harder and a short time later his breathing evens out and Eddie knows he's asleep. It doesn't take long for Eddie to follow.

"Hi." Steve says, blinking up at him. "That's the best I've slept in ages."

Eddie wakes up to bright sunshine and it takes him a moment to remember where he is. Somehow they're fully lying on the sofa now; Steve still in Eddie's arms, lying on his chest. Eddie tries to stay as still as possible until Steve is slowly waking up too.

"I'm glad."

"I wish I could stay here but I have to be at work soon." Steve stands up as Eddie moves to a seated position. "You want me to find you some clothes?"

"Nah, I'll get going. Wayne'll be wondering where I am." Eddie says as he's putting his shoes on.

Steve follows him to the door and pulls him into another hug.

"Thank you." He whispers against Eddie's neck.

"Anytime." Eddie pulled back with a smile. "See you tomorrow."

Eddie gets in his van and feels strangely calm as he drives back to his place.

~~~

It becomes Steve's greeting for Eddie every time he sees him. An embrace that's almost too tight and verging on too long. He does it in front of everyone that next day when they're all at Steve's. They like to get together sometimes when they're all free. It's usually a Sunday afternoon like today.

Eddie is the last to arrive and when Steve notices he's there he gets up from where he was sitting with Dustin and throws his arms around Eddie. Robin raises her eyebrows at them but doesn't say anything.

"I'm here Stevie." Eddie whispers and Steve nods into his shoulder.

A few days later Steve is picking up Dustin, Lucas and Erica from Hellfire and when he sees Eddie he gets out of his car and strides over to pull him close. After the usual quiet exchange Steve goes back to where the kids are waiting for him.

It continues like this for a couple of weeks until they're at the arcade one day. When Eddie waves at the group as they arrive, the only response from Steve is a weird smile and a tiny nod.

For the rest of the day Steve ignores him and Eddie has to pretend everything is normal while he's freaking out inside.

A little while after he gets home, Eddie decides he can't just sit and think about it anymore so he calls Robin. She answers after a few rings.

"Hey Buck."

"Eddie? What's wrong?"

"Is Steve okay? Do you know if I did something to upset him?"

"What makes you say that?"

"Um... he, uh, blanked me today... you know what, it doesn't matter" he goes to hang up but hears her tell him to wait. He puts the phone back to his ear.

"So Steve was acting weird and you think it's your fault?"

"Well, yeah"

There's a long pause where it sounds like she moved the phone away but then she's back.

She tells him about something the kids have been doing and he's just laughing at something she's quoting from one of them when he hears a knocking.

"It's not. I promise it's not. You should talk to him. Maybe let him explain?"

Eddie sighs. "Can we talk about something else please? I need to keep my mind off it."

"There's someone at the door, I gotta go. Thanks for this, Robin."

He doesn't expect Steve to be on the other side of the door so he just stands silently as Steve invites himself in.

"Eddie. I don't want you blaming yourself for any of this." Steve says. There are tears in his eyes and all Eddie can do is blink at him. "I was at Robin's when you called."

"Oh." Eddie looks down at the floor between them. "Steve, I don't know what's going on."

Steve takes a deep breath and nods to himself. "I had to back off because I didn't want to lose you but now I realize I might have done that anyway." There's a tear trailing down one of Steve's cheeks and Eddie wants to wipe it away. "It's just that whenever I'm near you I want to kiss you and I don't-"

"I wouldn't be opposed to that." Eddie cuts him off.

"Huh?"

"I mean, I want that too."

Steve's eyes search Eddie's face. "Really?"

"For so long." Eddie smiles at him.

Steve's breath hitches and he launches himself at Eddie, pulling him into a kiss. He kisses him the same way he hugs, like he never wants to let go. He has to eventually, though, and when he does he wraps his arms around Eddie's neck, forehead on his shoulder. It's familiar yet different now.

"I'm here Stevie."

Steve lets out a happy sigh.

[pagayos]

NCT DREAM 00 LINE AS LOVE TROPES ! ♡

Before we begin in our topic i would like to ask you something, for you what is love? and how do you know when it's love.

to be honest, none of us knows. It's a mystery that no one can still fully understand.

Haechan Lee

If Haechan was a love trope this man will definitely be summer love, his tan skin resembles the bright sun and his energetic personality reminds you how refreshing summer is.

swimming in his pool together, teaching you how to bike, and playing tennis together in his yard. You don't want this to end nor does he.

"Spending summer with you has been fun, i hope i have a chance to spend an eternity with you"

Jeno Lee

If Jeno would be a trope he'll definitely be, the boy next door. Dependable, pleasant looking, easy to be around, and most importantly he lives next door. (obviously)

bumping at each other every morning in the elevator, exchanging hi's and hello had been a tradition for the both of you, so when he didn't see you this morning the male quickly got worried.

knock knock

you opened your apartment door still in your pajamas with a burning fever running through your body.

Luckily Jeno is here to take care of you, he truly is a boy-next-door type of guy.

"i knew it, you're sick! how about you take a rest and i'll make you a porridge i also brought you medicine"

Na Jaemin

For Jaemin, this man is definitely destiny. There's no way on earth that both of you seeing each other every time and everywhere is a coincidence.

At first you didn't really pay attention to it thinking it's just a mere coincidence, i mean a lot of people goes to the dentist.

The second time the both of you met was in a kindergarten waiting for your brothers dismissal and with your little to no luck a couple minutes after of your arrival he got there too, waiting for his neice.

then you guys met again and again and again... until it's too much for you to handle.

"look, i'm not following you alright! i would never do that- maybe you're the one who's following me!"

"do you hear yourself?"

Huang Renjun

Last but not the least, Huang Renjun. If he were to be a trope he'll definitely be the fake dating trope.

After you and your ex boyfriend broke up you've been through heaven and hell these past few days, not caring about your looks nor your studies. Some students took pity on you when they saw you walk through the hallway like mess, but you didn't care all you want right now is your ex boyfriend to back in your arms.

But that wish isn't going to come true anytime soon or should i say it'll never come true, when you saw your ex partner kissing someone else after the two of you broke up 2 days ago.

You were stunted by what you're seeing right now, you were hurt and disgust that you can't even move to where you're standing, until someone grabbed your hand and dragged you to the back of the school.

"WHAT THE HELL! WASN'T THAT YOUR GIRL?!"

"You, me let's fake date"

[supernaturalkickparty]

So I'm sick and can't be near my son and it's killing me. So here's a gen teenchesters ficlet I wrote with sick sammy and caretaker Dean

Dean was pulled from his sleep by the sound of violent retching and Sam's sniffles. He knew it was going to happen eventually, a lot of kids at the last high school had been sick from the cafeteria food. They both hoped that Sam wouldn't get sick, Dean knows full well how much Sam hates throwing up.

"Sammy, you good?" Dean went straight for him, pushing his sweat soaked bangs out of the way.

"No. I can't stop hurling." Sam whined, eyes screwed shut as he had his arms wrapped around his thin frame. It worried Dean, Sam was already too thin and too small for fifteen.

"Let me see if we have any pepto or something. I'll be right back."

He went through their makeshift med kit, trying to find any form of medication for Sam, who was currently puking his guts out.

"De!" Sam cried from the bathroom, Dean found the bottle at the bottom of the box, rushing back to the bathroom.

He hated seeing his brother sick, nothing scared him more than anytime Sammy's gotten sick. He grabbed a washcloth, ran it under the cold water, he hoped a cold compress would help Sam's heated clammy skin.

"Here, chug this in one go. It'll get you better." Dean pressed the compress to Sam's forehead, wiping away the sweat from his face.

Sam gagged as he drank the foul pink medicine.

"You lied to me." Sam leaned against Dean, wincing in pain.

"What are you talking about?" Dean was completely confused by that. He wasn't sure what Sam was talking about.

"When I was six, you told me if I threw up enough that I would never have to throw up again." Sam tried to chuckle, it came out more of a pained huff as he leaned further into Dean.

"Yeah and I told you that if I rubbed your stomach that it would help it go away faster." Dean chuckled. He remembered that time, their dad was supposed to be gone for two days and had ended up being gone a whole week. Sammy had never been sick from his stomach before and he wasn't sure what to do. He called his dad panicking, not sure what to give him until their dad calmly talked him down and told him what to grab from the corner store and promised he was going to be rushing back.

They sat there in silence, Sam leaned forward towards the toilet, throwing up once more. Dean held his shaggy hair back, rubbing his back.

"It's ok Sammy, shh. I know that this sucks man. You just need to get the infection out of your system." He continued to rub his back until Sam fell back against him.

"Do you…I mean do you think you can rub my stomach? You feel so warm and the warmth helps." Sam kept his eyes closed, leaning further into Dean. He knew fully well that Dean wouldn't say no.

"Brat." Dean scoffed, moving his hands to Sam's stomach. He normally would have calmed him bitch, but he was saving that teasing for whenever Sam was healthy enough to talk back.

Sam groaned, mumbling that he feels sore and hurts all over.

"It's gonna be ok. This'll blow over soon." He spoke softly as he rubbed his hand in small circles over Sam's stomach. He could feel the rumblings underneath. He hoped that Sam wasn't going to be sick the rest of the night and that this was just his stomach trying to settle.

Eventually he had dragged Sam off to bed. They had fallen asleep sometime around five in the morning, Dean waking at every little sound Sam made.

School wasn't an option for Sam and Dean didn't have a job at the moment since their dad was the next town over.

He looked over at Sam, noting how he wasn't clammy looking or as pale anymore. He still didn't look quite healthy but it was an improvement from last night.

Sam slept until one o'clock, only waking when he heard the motel door opening.

"Hey, how are you feeling? I did a quick run to the gas station. I got you some gatorade and those unsalted crackers you like." Dean set the bags on the opposite bed that was still made up.

Sam vaguely remembers Dean staying in his bed the night before.

"I feel really sore and my throat hurts."

"Your stummy don't hurt anymore?" Dean smirked.

"Oh fuck off, I was a little kid when I would say that." Sam threw a pillow at his laughing brother.

"I know, I was remembering how you used to say that." Dean handed Sam a drink and some crackers. "Talked to dad earlier, he's on his way back already, do you think you can handle riding in the car or do you think you're gonna spew some more?"

Sam grimaced as he took a sip of the gatorade.

"Not gonna have much of a choice, if dad's ready to go we have to go."

"Yeah but I already told him how sick you were last night. He's the one who wants to know if you can handle the drive." Dean handed him a couple more of the crackers, waiting on him to think it over.

"I guess we can wait and see how I'm feeling later…thanks for taking care of me last night."

"No problem, I mean I wasn't going to get much sleep with you hurling up a lung all night."

The brothers both smiled softly at each other, the moment quickly ruined as Sam bolted to the bathroom throwing up whatever little he had eaten.

"You're stummy again?" Dean made a face as Sam loudly retched.

"Fuck you jerk." Sam shouted from the bathroom.

"Love you too bitch, I'm already grabbing the pepto."

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Addendum X-7 Part 3

Now Hong Kong and Paris where in the front office area, just when Paris was about to ask Billy finally came into the room still hunched over in pain.

Paris: What the hell happened to you?

Billy: Ugh, just... felt the price of being misinformed.

Paris: what?

Hong Kong: I kicked him in the balls because he thought you were going to rape him.

Billy: Ack! Hey! That's not... what I was thinking I just... heard THINGS about men who... like men.

Paris: ... ugh, look as much as I'd love to educate an ignorant asshole like you.

Billy: Hey I didn't-

Paris: WE! Have more important things to worry about, so how about you both just shut the fuck up until I say otherwise clear?

Hong Kong: What, but I didn't-

Paris: CLEAR?

Hong Kong: Yes boss.

Billy: Of course, Sir.

Paris: Okay good now get on the platform I'm going to get you both to the level above. 

Billy and Hong Kong looked at one another as neither of them trusted each other. Paris noticed this and sighed in annoyance.

Paris: Okay look, I know I could handle myself if more zombies showed up, but I can't really say the same for you two. That's why you're going together, watch each other's backs and make up for each other's weaknesses. I don't know what you'll find up there nor if you'll be able to come back anytime soon so keep your guard up. 

Hong King: Copy that boss.

Billy: Yes Sir.

Hong Kong and Billy then got onto the platform, Paris then placed the final piece of the handle and started turning it allowing Bill and Hong Kong to get to the next floor.

Hong Kong: ... this doesn't seem so-

Suddenly a Plague Crawlers started falling form the celling and flooding the room.

Hong Kong: Holy fuck! 

Billy: God damn it! 

Billy quickly shot the one in front of them with his shotgun pushing it back but not fully killing it, Hong Kong was still in panic but managed to get out his rifle and start shooting at the Plague Crawlers. The room was quickly getting overwhelmed with Plague Crawlers so the two of them ran past the one's they shot, making a path to get them out of the room. 

Billy: Here's the door!

Hong Kong: Open it already!

Billy grunts in frustration and kicks the door open, Hong Kong then runs out and quickly slams it shut. The door thuds a few times as the surviving Plague Crawlers try to break it down but have no luck. Billy and Hong Kong start breathing heavily but are glad to be alive. However, in the next second they are practically jump scared by two Zombie Crows, though thankfully both Billy and Hong Kong shoot them down with ease. 

Paris: Hong Kong, come in! What the hell happened?!

Hong Kong: Don't worry boss, we're alive! We just got attacked by a bunch of giant mutant bugs or something! Over.

Paris: Giant mutant bugs? Over.

Hong Kong: Yeah, we managed to shake them off but there's still more. Don't let that platform down Boss, the moment you do those things will be all over you! Over.

Paris: Advised, but I'll handle it, I need to go back and inform Rebecca and New York anyways. In the meantime, try to find another way back to either me or Rebecca and New York. Godspeed Hong Kong.

Hong Kong: Copy, over and out.

Billy: So, I guess we just keep going then?

Hong Kong: It's not like we got anything better to do.

The two observe the garden like area they are in and only find one other door to go to. Upon entering they find themselves in what looks like a run-down storage/ maintenance room. 

Hong Kong: Jesus christ, I can never get a read on the mind of the psycho that designed these rooms. Like first you got a train station, a cathedral, a hotel lobby, a dining hall, an interior of a mansion, a garden, and a fucking weird ass storage room! Like pick a fucking genre and stick with it you fuck!

Billy: Hey! Quiet down, we don't know if we're alone.

Hong Kong and Billy look around to see what them is around but as far as either of them can tell the only ones in the room. 

Billy: Huh, I guess we're safe here.

Hong Kong: Tch, famous last words.

Hong Kong then walked forward leaving Billy there, who just smirked as he chuckled.

Billy: say's the guy who's probably walking first into a death trap.

Hong Kong: After everything we've seen I can't imagine it getting worse.

Billy just shrugged as he couldn't deny having the same mentality, so he just followed Hong Kong to find another door out of here. 

***

Meanwhile Paris stood back and let go of the lever allowing the platform to go back down. As it lowered the five remaining Plague Crawlers jumped down and creeped toward Paris. 

Paris: Fuck I hate bugs.

Paris got out his dual SMGs and started shooting the Plague Crawlers right on the head killing each one instantly. The fifth one did manage to dodge and survive but once it got close enough, Paris just calmly grabbed his necrosis venom dagger and stabbed it. He then walked out of the room as the last remaining Plague Crawler disintegrated. Paris then walked down the hallway to the cathedral and slashed a recently appearing zombie in the neck with the necrosis dagger. He quickly passed the cathedral and got back to the main place where Rebecca and New York were at. 

Rebecca: Look I'm just trying to prove I can be useful, that's all!

New York: By being a reckless idiot?

Rebecca: It's not reckless! I just... don't want anyone else to die, especially people I care about.

New York: ... You know the Boss is gay right?

Rebecca: Wha-?! Of course, I know! He told me that! Besides that's not what I meant!

New York: Riiiight.

Rebecca: I said it's not!

New York: I sooo believe you.

Paris: New York!

New York and Rebecca then looked up to see a disappointed Paris standing on the ledge of the railing of the higher floor.

Paris: ... *sigh* is there ever going to be a time where you won't be a pain in the ass?

New York and Rebecca quickly stood at attention, New York was especially scared.

New York: S- Sorry boss.

Paris sighed as he walked down the stairs and ended up in front of Rebecca who looked ashamed. Paris then placed his hand on her shoulder as she looked up to him in confusion but also a little bit of hope. 

Paris: Rebecca, I appreciate you looking out for the rest of us especially since we haven't known each other for very long but please try to look out for yourself as well. Reckless and protective are too completely different things, your body isn't a tool that can just be fixed every time it breaks. It has limits, don't go wasting it.

Rebecca thought about what Paris said and became ashamed of her recent reckless behavior, she just wanted all the death to stop but she was going at it a self-destruction and ruthless manner. Rebecca then stood tall and faced Paris to show her determination. 

Rebecca: I understand Sir!

Suddenly one of the doors from the upper floor opened, Billy and Hong Kong then came out. 

Billy: Hey! We found you guys!

Paris: Just in time too, found anything useful?

Hong Kong: Sadly, no sir but we found more places for us to go, maybe a way out?

Paris: Better than nothing. Alright if you two are ready then follow us.

Rebecca smiled with glee while New York was just happy to not be stuck alone with Rebecca anymore. 

Rebecca: Yes sir!

New York: Copy boss!

The five of them then regrouped and made their way through the door and back into the hallway that Billy and Hong Kong were at. There they found another door, Hong Kong was about to point it out, but Paris stopped him.

Paris: My visor is picking up something hazardous behind that door, New York! Sterilize.

New York: Copy.

New York then pulled the pin on one of his sterilization gas grenades, Hong Kong opened the door slightly and New York tossed it in. Upon explosion screeching could be heard inside the room followed by silence. Paris took point and they walked in to see two dead Plague Crawlers.

New York: Aw sick!

Rebecca: Ew! What are these things?

Paris: Huh the same bugs form before, Look like camel crickets but... much bigger and more disgusting. Hong Kong, get some samples. 

Hong Kong: Already on its boss. 

While Hong Kong was using his sample collection gun to take DNA form the Plague Crawlers. Billy was looking around and saw a grenade launcher on the couch.

Billy: Hey! Check this out!

Billy then held up the grenade launcher, but Paris quickly took it from him. 

Paris: Fucking hell this thing is loaded! Don't go swinging it around like that!

Billy: Hey come on, at least let me handle it!

Paris: No way, I'm holding onto it until I say otherwise.

Billy grunted in annoyance but left it alone. Hong Kong was done collecting samples but then noticed something out of the closet drawers and pulled out a little statue. 

Hong Kong: Think this might be a key to something?

Billy: Probably? Looks like an important part of something.

New York: Are you sure this isn't some stupid rumor you heard about umbrella?

Billy: Might be but I doubt it.

Paris: No harm in trying New York.

New York: Hmph, copy that boss. 

With nothing left in the room the group leave and head up the stairs to the storage/maintenance looking area they were before. 

New York: What the hell? Who the hell designed all this inconsistent crap?!

Hong Kong: That's what I was saying!

Paris: Hey what are those things?

Everyone turns to where Paris is pointing to see four metal boxes with levers on the from and chains coming out of them. 

Hong Kong: Oh yeah those, looked important but I wanted to report back to you first before we messed with them.

Paris: Well in that case let's turn them now. 

Paris walked up to the second box and started turning the lever, it ended up raising a cage on one of the lower areas that looked to be a pool area with all the water drained. New York and Rebecca looked in and saw something shining under where the cage once was. 

Rebecca: Hey there's something there! I'm gonna- 

Rebecca was about to run to the ladder but she quickly remembered what Paris said, she also noticed everyone glaring at her. She sighed, faced Paris in a disciplined manner, and stood firm to address him.  

Rebecca: Permission to retrieve the item sir?

Paris: ... Granted.

Rebecca then smiled, went down the ladder, and grabbed the key; however, as she went back for the latter, she heard hissing coming from the drains. Suddenly the Centurion busted from the drains and grabbed Rebecca. 

Rebecca: AAAAAH!

Paris: Rebecca!

Billy: Paris! Give me the grenade launcher I'll shot that thing's head off!

Paris: Are you insane?! That will also kill Rebecca! Just shoot it!

The four of them started firing; Billy with his pistol, Paris with his dual SMGs, Hong Kong with his assault rifle, and New York was hanging back trying to find a good opportunity to shoot with his shotgun. The Centurion crawled around to avoid the bullets while also trying to bite down on however was closest to it. Thankfully Billy, Paris, Hong Kong, and New York were able to dodge the attacks of the Centurion and kept on shooting it. 

Eventually the Centurion was getting weak and started bleeding like crazy from all the damage. It was getting desperate, so it raised its behind around like a whip hoping to hit something. Everyone dodged in time, and it stopped when it realized how pointless it was to continue. However, when its behind landed on the ground New York was in front of it and by extension its hind pinchers. Before New York could move one of the pinchers stabbed New York in the chest, he screamed out in pain as he felt overwhelming pain in his stomach and liquid filling up his suit. 

Paris: New York! 

New York: Aurgh! Got you, you fuck! 

New York aimed his shotgun at the two pinchers and fired, blasting both the pinchers off due to the close range and now infecting the Centurion with necrosis venom. The Centurion let go of Rebecca out of fear and confusion, it crawled around and thrashed around as its body slowly disintegrated. It eventually ended up falling back into the empty pool where it captured Rebecca and just curled up and died while its body continued to disintegrate until nothing was left. 

Billy ran over to Rebecca and helped her up and thought she thanked him she quickly ran over to New York along with Paris and Hong Kong. 

Rebecca: How is he?!

Hong Kong: Fuck here, put this on his arm!

Rebecca recognized the diagnosis bracelet and quickly put it on New York's arm, the then held him in her arms to keep him comfortable.

Rebecca: Hang in there! You're going to be okay!

New York was having trouble breathing and took off his own mask to show a handsome Caucasian face with brown hair and green eyes. Despite what Rebecca said New York then coughed up some blood, yet he still smiled at Rebecca.

New York: *cough, cough* Fuck this fucking hurts. I really think I'm done for. 

Rebecca: Don't say that! Help him please!

Hong Kong: I'm trying!

Hong Kong then pulled out small canister, loaded into one of the medical guns in his case, pressed the gun on New York's arm, and shot it, injecting him with medicine. However, New York coughed more blood as a result.

Rebecca: What's happening? is it working? 

Hong Kong: Ugh God damn it, I don't understand!

New York: Hey Rebecca...

Rebecca: I'm here so stay with us! Stay with us you selfish jerk!

Rebecca started tearing up, she didn't like New York but she didn't hate him to the point she wanted him to die. In fact, she was already sick of death and wanted it all to stop. 

New York: Haha... Yeah that's me... the asshole... honestly... Sorry about that... I guess I'm just tired of all this shit... But I guess I got a free ticket out... lucky me right...

Rebecca started crying while holding New York as his breathing was getting weaker. 

New York: Hey Rebecca... can I get a kiss? I always wanted to be kissed by a pretty girl.

Rebecca laughed a little as tears fell from her eyes, but she still just held New York on her arms as she knew his time was fading. 

Hong Kong: Hey! Get up idiot!

Hong Kong then kicked New York in the leg making him spit out a little more blood.

Rebecca: Hong Kong! What are you doing?!

Hong Kong: He's fine, the fucking idiot is just exaggerating.

New York: Exaggerating?! I'm literally bleeding you fucking... 

New York then realized the pain was gone yet he still felt like liquid was coming out of his chest under his hand. He then held his hand up and saw that the liquid wasn't blood but sterilization liquid. 

New York: Oh... It's not blood, one of my sterilization gas grenades must have gone off when the centipede stabbed me. 

Rebecca: But wait, he was puking blood, what about that?

Hong Kong: He just got some broken ribs that pierced his lungs, but my medicine already regenerated his lungs and ribs so he's fine. 

New York: Oh... sweet... 

New York then looked at Rebecca who still had tears in her eyes but was looking at him with disbelief and shock. 

New York: ... I'm still up for that kiss by the way.

Rebecca scoffed and let go of New York forcing him to fall on his head; she then got up, crossed her arms, and wiped her tears off as she walked away. 

New York: Argh! Bitch!

Rebecca: Asshole!

New York: You know I technically saved you!

Rebecca: Whatever!

Rebecca was planning on leaning on the wall to the other end of the room, as far away from New York as possible. However, as she quickly noticed that Hong Kong's medicine ended up doing something impossible. 

Rebecca: Wait? You managed to heal New York's lungs, which were pierced by his own broken ribs, with medicine alone?

New York, Paris, and Billy then looked at Hong Kong; Billy was also wanting an answer while New York and Paris were curious on how he was going to dodge the truth. 

Hong Kong: Uh... miracles of top-notch medicine straight from the higher ups. Just one of the perks of working for the World Health Organization. 

Paris raised his hands to shut up Hong Kong, but it was already too late, and New York just sighed as he put his mask back on. 

Rebecca: Wait the World Health Organization? I thought you guys were with the CDC.

Hong Kong: ... oh...

New York: Yeah, there you go, Genius. 

Hong Kong grunted at New York but quickly turned back to Rebecca to address her. 

Hong Kong: Uh, yes well... we actually work for both! You see-

Paris: Enough Hong Kong, the cats already out of the bag, don't go insane trying to get it back in. Besides I think it's obvious at this point this is life or death so if we want to work together, we need to trust one another. So, we might as well tell them everything. 

Billy: Oh, this should be good. 

Paris: *sighs* Okay look we're not from the CDC or WHO. We're actually a Mobile Task Force known as Lambda-12 "Pest Control"; we work for an international secret organization known as the SCP Foundation. Our whole organization is dedicated to locating and containing anomalous objects, entities, and pathogens. It's the whole reason why we weren't so that surprised about zombies showing up out of nowhere. 

Billy: Wait, wait, wait does that mean you guys know about bigfoot, the Loch Ness monster, and the whole Roswell incident, and Area-51? 

Paris: The Loch Ness monster doesn't exist, and the Roswell incident actually was an air balloon incident. It just crashed on a guy's head and cracked his skull open; his head was misshaped to the point that it looked like an alien, so people just said it was actually a flying saucer since it looked like one and that the dead guy was the dead alien pilot. Also, Area-51 is just a place where they test out new jets and planes with experimental technology. Not that it ever works, guys over there are idiots. 

Billy: ... Oh... wait you never said anything about Bigfoot.

Paris: Its classified so use your imagination.

Billy: ... Knew it was real.

Paris and Hong Kong sighed while New York just chuckled as he still lied on the ground in pain. 

Rebecca: So wait, what about the Sarkite thing? Is that real?

Paris: Yes, but we did lie about the specific details. They're not bioterrorists but cultists that worship flesh, disease, dark magic, and vermin. They like to create disgusting monsters, curses, items, and diseases that help strengthen themselves and kill off their enemies. So yeah, zombies, shapeshifting leeches, giant mutant bugs, it all just screams Sarkicism.

Rebecca: A religious cult... so that part wasn't a lie, I was really hoping it was. 

Paris: Sorry Rebecca.

Billy: So, wait the reason for weird stuff that goes bump in the night is all just because of a cult full of mutant flesh freaks? 

Pairs: I wish that were true, there's actually a long list of groups that have their own goals with the anomalies and freaks of the world but for now let's just focus on the enemies in front of us. 

Rebecca: Oh! Speaking of which! I found this before that giant centipede grabbed me. 

Rebecca then handed Paris the Facility Key, Paris felt like it was familiar and pulled out the computer screen pad to confirm his theory. 

Paris: Alright, I think I know where this key goes, good work Rebecca. 

Paris then gently pat Rebecca on the shoulder, she smiled proudly at him.

Paris: Alright, New York how damaged is your suit?

New York: I'm fine but if I get stabbed like that again its lights out for sure.

Paris: Try to stay out of danger then. Well, if everyone's ready then let's move out.

Once they got all their stuff and ammo collected the five of them moved down the stairs, past the mansion main room, through the cathedral, and finally down the hallway leading to a red door. Paris then unlocked the door with the Facility Key and one by one they entered carefully in case there were any monsters inside. 

New York: ... Tch, we could have totally blasted the door down. 

Paris: Better to be safe than sorry, New York. If we can, we should avoid large amounts of zombies and especially those giant bugs if we encounter them again. 

Billy: I'm pretty sure you can attest to that.

New York: Ugh, yeah, yeah.

The Group then looked around for anything useful but as far as anyone could tell it was just another messy room. However, Rebecca then noticed something abnormal about the moose head in the room.

Rebecca: Paris, there's something on the head of that moose, permission to acquire it, Sir?

Everyone then looked at the moose head and how high it was then they looked back at Rebecca and how short she was. 

New York: Pfft, if you can grab it but I really doubt-

Paris: Granted

Rebecca then ran onto of the pile of books and furniture in the room and used it as a boost when jumping off and the moose. She held onto some ledging with one hand and grabbed the item with her other. she then gently fell down and walked to the others to show what it was. 

Rebecca: It's a... it looks like an iron needle?

New York: So useless like everything else in this room, fan-fucking-tastic.

Hong Kong: Still, that was impressive how you did that Rebecca.

Rebecca: Thanks, I play a lot of basketball.

Paris: Hm, go ahead and keep it anyways, might be useful for something. Or at least I hope, kinda sucks this was all that key was useful for. 

Billy: Actually, I remember seeing a red door similar the one you opened back at the kitchen on the floor below. 

Billy then looked at the iron needle that Rebecca was holding. 

Billy: Also, I think this is a minute hand for a clock, I saw in that room where those giant bugs were there was a clock without a minute hand. 

Paris: ... You're just now mentioning this?

Billy: Uh... well I mean, we didn't have these things before.

Paris: That doesn't matter! You still should- grrr! Report everything you see! It's not that hard! God! You and Rebecca are like Children! The only difference is that Rebecca actually knows when she needs to mature!

Paris then left the room in anger leaving the four of them in an awkward silence. 

New York: Well, I guess we now know which one's daddy's favorite. 

Hong Kong: Shut the fuck up New York.

Billy just sighed in annoyance and left the room, Hong Kong along with New York went next and Rebecca who was still in awkward silence went next. Outside everyone saw Paris waiting for them.

Paris: Lead the way, Billy.

Billy: Ha... Listen Sir, I've been rude to you in different ways and I-

Paris: Billy! I'm not in the mood. Lead. The. Way.

Billy then sighed and did as Paris asked, Paris followed him, but he stopped the other three.

Paris: New York you're with us, Hong Kong and Rebecca you go find this clock that Billy mentioned. I'm sending the directions on the map to your visor now. 

Hong Kong: Ah, alright got it, good luck boss. 

***

Nothing eventful ended up happening when Rebecca and Hong Kong went to the clock or when Paris, New York, and Billy went to the kitchen. In fact, Paris's team only found some lighter fluid and a bottle of wine. Meanwhile Rebecca and Hong Kong were trying to figure out the clock to see if it was just a regular clock or perhaps a puzzle.

Hong Kong: Rebecca I really don't think Billy was honest when he was talking about all that puzzle architecture and hidden rooms stuff. 

Rebecca: Just give me a sec, I'm sure if I get the right position I can-

Suddenly the clock's bell went off and it could be heard all throughout the building. Paris's heard it as well and even heard some clicking here and there as if mechanisms were in the works.

Paris: Rebecca come in what just happened? Over.

Rebecca: Billy was right! I found the clock he was talking about and after setting the right time it must have unlocked something! Over.

Paris: Well, I'll be damned, alright come back to the room we all came in and we'll meet you there, over and out. 

Rebecca: Roger that, out!

***

The five of them regrouped and met back up back in the main room that resembled the main area of a mansion. 

Hong Kong: I can't believe you were right about that hidden puzzle in the building stuff.

New York: Wait that's real? God Umbrella makes contracts with the weirdest people. First that train with that shitty math problem, and now a building that unlocks rooms when you get a clock in the right position?

Paris: What sucks is that last part sounds like something Are We Cool Yet? would do.

Rebecca: Who?

Paris: Long Story. Anyways we should try to find out which doors are unlocked and see what they have. 

Hong Kong: Uh, Boss? How do we do that?

All five of them looked around at all the doors and how they not only didn't know which ones were unlocked but also what kind of monstrosities lied on the other side.

Paris: Ugh, God damn it. I said it once, but I'll say it again, whoever made all of this- IS A SADISTIC FUCK!

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