#he forgot the cigarette in this scenario | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

sutorus · 7 months

Note

imagine having a sleep over at megumis and toji decides to steal you away once he finally passes out 😮‍💨 his shirts and sweats probably have cigarettes burns in them

you gave me sm toji brain rot

-🫧 anon

we gave each other toji brainrot anon 🤝 kind of a part 2 to the kinktober toji fic

WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI. f! reader, unprotected, mild daddy kink, some anal play, degradation, toji being toji

you’re shifting on your feet, lips trapped between your teeth as you ring the doorbell. you’re early to the sleepover by a full hour.

you don’t know what you want to expect. if it’s toji, sitting on the couch, glass of some cheap shit on the armrest and hand tucked into his sweats.

or if it’s megumi, waiting at the door, bowl of popcorn by his hip and tv blasting because his dad isn’t home to scowl about the noise.

megumi does open the door. and toji does sit there.

and somehow, that’s the least likely, worst case scenario.

“hey,” megumi greets you, stepping aside to let you in.

toji doesn’t spare you a glance, so you let your eyes travel all over him. his bare feet propped up on the center table, his arm behind his head and fingers scratching his hair.

megumi notices you looking and — thankfully — only clicks his tongue, believing you’re just as irritated at his father’s presence as he is.

and are you? you’re unsure.

you don’t know how to face toji. you don’t know how to interact with him anymore, if you even should.

you sleep over at megumi’s house all the time, but right now you suddenly forgot how it even goes. do you take your shoes off at the genkan? do you leave your bag by the door?

you decide to just walk to megumi’s room wordlessly, taking the long way behind the couch as to not block toji’s view from the tv.

this doesn’t go unnoticed by either men.

megumi follows you inside, closing the door behind him and plopping down on his bed.

“so are we starting with the first movie?” he flips his laptop open. “it’s the best one, anyway.”

“uh, yeah, sure,” you sit down beside him hesitantly.

you’re just now noticing how much megumi and toji look alike and it’s freaking you out.

“what the fuck is wrong with you today?” blunt as always. blunt as toji.

“huh? dude, chill,” you lie down, placing the laptop on your lap. megumi eyes you suspiciously before lying down beside you. “i just didn’t sleep much last night.”

“right,” he says, skeptical but disinterested, and presses play.

every minute of the movie is torture — on the screen and in your head.

around the beginning of saw iii, megumi orders pizza. him, you and toji eat in silence.

complete silence. he doesn’t even look at you.

why isn’t he looking at you? you’re in your pajamas already. no bra. short shorts. you thought you’d both established that that worked on him.

toji wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and gets up, with a grunted clean up when you’re done.

it’s so frustrating, the total lack of attention, and you’re starting to get pent up. settling back down next to megumi to watch fucking saw iv and hear him question the viability of each trap drives you crazier by the minute.

when you finally tuck in for the night, you’re anything but relaxed.

what happened to “you have one more hole for me to wreck don’t you”? toji’s so full of shit, probably too drunk to even get it up tonight anyway.

it’s those angry thoughts that lull you to slumber, regret settling deep in your gut for having ever let that horrible man inside you.

not long after you fall asleep, however, you’re stirred awake, a soft, sake-soaked breeze blowing over your face.

you crack one eye open, no surprise in your gaze because who else could it be.

toji’s smirking, crouched down, eyes searching all over your sleeping form. it sends a chill down your spine.

what do you want, you mouth to him, anger persisting against the arousal already starting to build within you.

his grin grows wider, wilder. he gets up slowly and beckons with two fingers, and like the silly fucking slut you are, you follow.

you — not toji — make sure to gingerly close the door to megumi’s room before you turn around to face him. or rather, face his chest, the flimsy cloth littered with cigarette burns that covers those muscles you finally got to know so well.

“hello?” is all you can manage to say.

he loves your indignation, loves the brattiness, will love to fuck it out of you tonight, too.

“what, don’t want it?”

you roll your eyes.

“you had to wait until megumi’s right there to say you wanna do it?” your focus wavers as he runs his hands up and down your waist. “you couldn’t have pulled me aside before?”

toji presses his leer to the side of your throat, caging you in against the wall right by the door. you let out a soft moan, hands already reaching for his arms.

“had to make sure you two weren’t gettin’ it on,” he growls into the crock of your neck, making you grimace in disgust. “i don’t like to share my toys, y’know.”

“ew, he’s your son,” the irony in your statement isn’t lost on you, the person you should actually be ewing at.

you push him away and the feeling of his abs under your palms is enough to break any rest of resolve you had in you.

toji lets out a low, satisfied laugh, throwing his head back. “exactly why i worry.”

soon enough, and unsusprisingly, he has you bent over the kitchen island, pussy stretched out and dripping on his thick cock.

“shut the fuck up,” he keeps saying when you moan, only to fuck you harder and faster and deeper.

the furniture is digging into your belly, your forearms skidding on the top. you whine softly, angling your hips so he can hit that one spot inside you that makes you see stars.

“ohhh yeah, fuck back into me,” he grabs your hair and you let out a yelp, punished with a blow to your ass. still, you do as you’re told, the sounds of your skin slapping against his growing louder, quicker.

“t-touch me, touch me, make me cum,” you beg in a desperate whisper, head straining in his grip.

toji laughs, dragging his cock out of you slowly before plunging all the way back in.

“shut up, slut,” and god, why is that so hot to you, “last i checked you weren’t in a position to make demands.”

you whimper, trying to snake a hand down your clit to do it yourself.

suddenly, toji stops.

“ah, that reminds me,” he slowly, torturously slowly to make you feel every inch of him, pulls out of you completely. then he pokes your asshole with the head of his cock.

“no,” you say in a panicked breath, trying to turn around in his grip. “no, no, not today, definitely not right now no—“

“shhh, fuck, be quiet,” he wraps his entire forearm around your throat and brings your body into his chest, nibbling at your jaw. “you’re gonna like it.”

“i don’t want to,” it’s one last attempt, the most honest one you have. toji likes fucking with you, flustering you, that much is obvious.

but is he seriously— and without any prep, too?—

he chuckles low in his throat, right into your ear.

“then ask me not to.”

he slides the tip back into your cunt and you relax a little, even moving your hips back and forth like hey! look how good my pussy is! can you just stay in it and not ruin my ass please!

“please don’t fuck my ass,” you try.

“hmm,” he hums, sliding his cockhead out. then back in. then back out.

“please, toji, don’t fuck my asshole tonight,” you clench around him, trying to take more of his length inside.

“not good enough, whore,” he slams all way back in, shoving your body into the sharp wood and making you wail. toji starts moving, fucking little noises out of you with every thrust. “say, ‘no please daddy not there, not my little asshole!’”

you let out a long, pitchy whine, clawing at the arm around your neck.

“do it or else,” toji gathers up some wetness at your entrance with your thumb and presses it to your asshole, rubbing little wet circles.

“fuck you, toj—ahh,” his finger slips inside and you clench down hard. “please! please daddy not there, not my—“

toji cackles, fucking you in earnest now, plowing every word and thought out of your brain. you’re grunting with the force of his thrusts, finding purchase in the edges of the kitchen island, knuckles turning white.

“such a good little girl, aren’t ya,” he says into the shell of your ear, snaking a hand around your hip to rub your puffy clit.

you throw your head back onto his shoulder, legs shaking in between his. “ahhh, fuck, d-daddy—“

your orgasm washes over you so forcefully that you feel like folding in two, going limp in toji’s grip as he chases his own.

he buries a few low, animalistic grunts into your hair before he’s filling up your cunt, aborted little thrusts pushing out staccato breaths from his lips.

he releases his grip on you, cock still spurting out the rest of his load.

once he pulls out, toji keeps feeding his cum into your pussy over and over, telling you to watch the floors before you have to limp your way to the bathroom to clean up.

you do the best you can without taking a shower, body so thoroughly exhausted that you don’t even know if you’d have the energy for one.

right now, all you want is to plop down on a soft surface and get some much needed sleep, feeling actually satisfied.

when you leave the bathroom, you’re faced with a groggy, disheveled megumi standing by his bedroom door.

your eyes quickly scan your surroundings.

toji is nowhere to be seen.

megumi’s eyes reveal nothing, none of the thoughts that might be going through his head right now.

as for you, there’s only one word bouncing around inside your skull:

fuck.

a/n sorry again

#✩.asks #✩.toji #✩.bsf’s dad!toji #toji smut #toji fushiguro smut #toji reader smut #toji x reader #toji fushiguro reader #toji x you #dilf toji #toji x female reader #✩.🫧 anon

1K notes · View notes

d0youc0py · 3 months

Note

Hello!!! I was wondering if you could do something where Ghost and fem!reader (or can be GN!reader, whatever you prefer :)) work alongside each other in 141 and have secret romantic feelings for each other? And the team is sent on a mission, and Ghost and reader have to share a room with each other and it just gets super fluffy and cute, with a side of banter? Maybe they even reveal their crush?

If not, that’s totally fine! I hope you have a marvellous week 🤍💗

warnings: none really, fluffy, female reader, one bed trope (kinda)

He did a quick sweep of the safe house, rolling his eyes as he already heard the sound of your gear thumping to the floor.

“What did I tell you about letting your guard down?” He scolded, beginning to peels off his own gear. His mask was the first to go, a soft sigh leaving him as the tight fabric hit the floor.

“You looked like you had it covered.” You smiled. You reached into your bag grabbing a pack of wipes.

“Not a chance. Last time you cleaned my face you scrubbed me raw.” He huffed, his feet moving backwards. You paused, soaking up his handsome face before he tugged a clean mask on.

“Fine, but don’t get upset when you get pink eye.” You playfully sneered. He rolled his eyes at you before plopping down on the rickety mattress. “Umm, excuse me? What’re you doing?” You asked slowly.

“Relaxing.” He responded. He stretched, his back cracking back into place. He laid down, wanting so badly to kick off his tight boots.

“You always let me have the bed.” You reminded. You pushed his knee softly to get his attention.

“You don’t want this thing. Trust me, pretty girl, it’ll give you bedbugs.” He pressed, hitting you back with his foot.

“Well I’d rather have bedbugs than termites.” You insisted, sitting down on the edge.

“Suit yourself.” He groaned, moving to get off of it.

“Wait.” Your hand reached out gripping his shoulder. You could feel him tense and twitch under your hand. “It’s pretty big.” You began slowly.

“I know I’ve been trying that new workou”-

“The bed, not your shoulder dummy.” You huffed.

“Oh.” He sighed. “Oh.” He repeated, your words hitting him like a boulder. “Don’t worry ‘bout it, Sweetheart. I don’t really sleep out here anyways- you know that.”

You laughed like you suddenly remembered that little fact about him.

“You’re right. I forgot.” You said flashing a fake smile. You always had trouble sleeping- especially on missions. You had never admitted it but one of the best night of sleep you’ve gotten was when you and Simon crashed on Gaz’s couch when you all got a little too tipsy. You woke up sandwiched between him and the cushion, his strong arms seemingly shielding you from whatever bad things crept into your mind while you slept. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t been chasing that feeling since. He’d never admit it, but the same scenario flashed through his mind- and he’d be a liar too if he said it didn’t have the same effect on him.

It had gotten dark quick. The hooting owls provided a ambience you wished you could someone manipulate into being romantic. He had settled by a window smoking cigarette after cigarette to pass the time. His preferred activity was sneaking peaks of you ‘sleeping.’ He could tell you were faking it, nobody- not even you could look that perfect as they slept.

“We have a big day ahead of us tomorrow, pretty girl. Better get to sleep.” His voice caused you to jump.

“I was.” You snipped. He ‘tsked’ putting out his cigarette with his boot. He stood up, grabbing his gun, propping it up next to the bed. “Make some room? If you haven’t changed your mind.”

You quickly scooted towards the wall and he rested his hand on your side to keep you from bumping into it.

“Don’t have to go that far. Don’t have scabies.” He huffed. You were shoulder to shoulder. “Don’t you usually sleep on your side?” He asked after a moment of silence.

“Yeah.” You agreed. You rolled over, facing him and you quickly realized he probably intended for you to roll the other way. Yet you were so close to getting what you wanted it felt weak to give up now.

“Si?” You asked quietly. He grunted, urging you to continue. “Could I- maybe.” You stopped yourself. You saw his blonde lashes flutter open again, his hazel eyes meeting yours. Without a word he lifted his arm up, the invitation being one you were dying for. You huddled close to him, your head finding its way to the crook of his neck. Your hand tangled itself in his sweatshirt (that you swore couldn’t be tactical). His head rested against your own and he couldn’t help but chuckle at the perfect fit.

“Thank you.” You murmured.

“Course.” He muttered back.

#d0youc0py #doyoucopy #cod #cod men #cod mw2 #cod x reader #cod mwf2 #fluff #simon ghost riley #sfw #simon ghost x reader #ghost x you #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost cod mw2 #ghost x reader #ghost cod #ghost x female reader #simon ghost riley x female reader #simon ghost x you

389 notes · View notes

personasintro · 7 months

Text

Mutual Help | #06

𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭: @kithtaehyung

↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; in order for you to pretend to be his girlfriend, he helps you with your sexual desires ⏤ he calls it mutual help

⇢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jungkook x reader

⇢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fake dating au, fluff, angst, smut, slow burn

⇢ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: explicit language

⇢ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.4k+

⇠ 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯. | 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐱 | 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 ⇢

Jungkook's mouth is ajar, a soft puff of breaths leaving his small pouty lips while his eyes are shut. He's topless, naked chest covered by the thin blanket but you still get a little peak of his defined collarbones and bulged biceps that grips the soft material closer to his body.

Sleeping in the same bed as Jungkook isn't new, although it's been awhile since that happened. It feels fresh, yet still the same. You both stayed on each side of the bed, not touching each other at all.

The memories of Jungkook's lips and touch are still fresh, even when the alcohol finally washed out of your system. You weren't that drunk, but now that you're sober you can tell how bold you've become with him yesterday. Even those memories of yesterday found their way to your dreams, where you could feel him over and over again.

It's not the first time you've had a dream like this one, but this time you're not weirded out by it. He's still the same person, your best friend, but you got to see him in another light yesterday. But does Jungkook feel the same?

Won't he find it weird waking up next to you, knowing you humped each other like horny bunnies just yesterday? God, even that term makes you cringe and shiver in embarrassment.

Maybe you should just disappear, tell him that you got something important to do and act like none of this happened. You both agreed to help each other, so it shouldn't be weird. But still, you're worried what will happen once Jungkook wakes up. This is different from the other times when you both slept in the same bed, woke up and continued with your daily lives, not finding anything weird. You might haven't had sex, but you still made cum each other – that's a valid point. Different scenarios fly through your mind, each second that Jungkook might wake up, makes you feel sick even more. So, slowly and quietly, you stand up and grab your clothes.

Jungkook's old shirt feels too comfortable on your body, but this is the least concern you should be having. Your dress from the previous night smells awful, your perfume mixed with cigarettes and sweat is not a pleasant smell. But you don't have any other choice. You're not sure if Jungkook still keeps some of your old clothes you forgot somewhere around here, and you don't have time to find out.

There's a little bit of rustling behind you, and you don't have the guts to turn around to check.

"Are you seriously sneaking out?"

Oh, fuck.

His morning voice is raspy and low, thick with tiredness and amusement. When you turn around, you're met by his hooded eyes but awake enough, to have some sort of glint in them. The blanket slides down off his chest, revealing his naked skin when he stretches his arms with a pleasant groan.

"I was just about to dress up myself." you murmur, ignoring the way he raises a brow at you, clearly not believing you a word.

"You don't have to do a walk of shame. I'll drive you home, just give me an hour." he tells you, too busy stretching out to notice your reddened cheeks and awkward cough that escapes your mouth.

Well, the good thing is he doesn't seem to act weird or suspicious. In fact, he seems to be totally fine which leaves you to be the only one who's freaking out. "Sure, that sounds great." you tell him, giving him a tight smile that makes him snort.

"You don't have to be weird, y'know," he chuckles, sitting up as he eyes you up and down. "I thought we both agreed on this."

You've always admired how straight forward and open minded he is, acting way more mature about this whole thing than you do right now. But you've never done this and instead of being unsure about where you stand, you were just too scared to face him in fear it'd affect your friendship.

"I'm weird, aren't I?" you chuckle, dropping your clothes back onto his black chair before you sit on the edge of his bed. "I'm sorry, we were just both drunk and I thought it'd be weird once you wake up. I was scared that you're going to regret it or something."

It's nice to get it off your chest, and it feels even nicer to be able to talk about it with him so openly. He understandably nods, shifting towards you so he sits next to you. He drapes his arm over your shoulders, pulling you closer as you let out a surprised whimper.

"I don't regret anything," he tells you, poking you into your ribs with his free hand causing you to glare at him. "Do you?"

"No." you answer him, sure of your answer as he nods.

"Cool," he says, standing up as he stretches his arm and legs with the same pleasant groan.

Your eyes automatically drop towards his crotch, soft bulge visible in his boxers that causes you to blush at the memories of you rubbing against him. "Now can you make me your bokkeum-bap?" he asks, stretching his neck this time, luckily not noticing you eyeing him.

In other cases, you'd act annoyed that he wants you to cook early in the morning but you'd still do it. But all you can muster right now, is to ask him the first thing that crosses your mind. "With kimchi?"

He grins, crinkling his nose as he always does, at your lack of objecting. "Yes."

And you quickly scurry out of his bedroom, not letting him catch you staring at him and eating him out alive. Jeon Jungkook in the mornings is dangerous.

The smell of kimchi and eggs is filling Jungkook's whole apartment, while you hum a familiar melody and stir the rice. You're too caught up in your cooking that you don't notice Jungkook approaching you, standing behind you. The smell of fresh aftershave and shower gel gives him away, but before you can turn around, Jungkook's already looking behind your shoulder. He's so damn close, his face just inches away from yours as he loudly sniffs.

"Hmm, smells nice." he hums, lips smacking in delight at the sight of fresh food.

All you can focus on is the way he smells, not the food. The rice starts to hiss, and you quickly put it off the stove, glancing at Jungkook who's standing behind you in his sweatpants. You gulp at the sight, flickering your eyes between his abs and eyes.

"Put some shirt on for fucks sake." you scold him, pulling out two plates from his cupboard as you serve breakfast.

"Am I making you frustrated?"

You don't see him, being turned to him with your back, but you can perfectly hear the teasing behind his voice. You grip the edge of the counter, rolling your eyes as you look at him.

"Jungkook," you groan, causing him to laugh before he disappears and returns with a baggy shirt covering his naked torso. Thank God.

For the rest of the time that you're both eating, Jungkook is mostly the one who talks the most, even with a full mouth and cheeks puffed out with breakfast. You don't have the heart to scold him for doing that, hiding an amused smirk from his cuteness. He fills you up on the most random things which mostly involve his work, and all the stuff that you've missed out. It's another moment that you realize how much you missed him. Simple – eating, sitting and talking with each other like you've always used to.

When you're both done eating, you're about to stand up and wash your empty plate, when Jungkook waves you off and tells you to sit down. He washes dishes with his back turned to you and you take that time to watch the way, his back flexes with each movement. It's no lie that you're attracted to him, you've always admitted that. Maybe not to him, but to yourself for sure. There were times when the confident and cocky guy you knew, suddenly became self-conscious and started to work out even more. It all happened when he met Kiko, certain that he wanted to win her. You knew he'd, it was just a matter of time. It's hard to resist a man like Jungkook, especially when he's polite, charming and knows how to treat everyone.

He's not perfect. Nobody is.

However, even his – what you could describe as negative qualities – are nothing compared to his good ones. He gets jealous, not to the point that he gets angry but he becomes insecure, questioning himself. He's competitive, but it's nothing serious and you often joke about it. But there's no need for him to be competitive, because he wins every time.

"So," he speaks up, cutting off your thoughts. He turns around, wiping his hands with a dishcloth before he slings it back to its place.

He sits down on his previous spot, eyes boring into yours while he rests his elbows on the table.

"I believe you wanted to talk about some rules."

"Yes," you nod, standing up before you walk up to the small cabinet where he has notepad and pens stored.

You smile when you find them there, feeling some kind of triumph over the fact that you've remembered such a ridiculous and minor thing. He watches you clicking the pen with a curious gaze, snorting when he sees you writing a huge 'rules'.

"Is this necessary?" he asks amused, watching you send him a glare.

"No, but we're going to have a better outlook on the rules if we write them down." you explain, satisfied when he gives you a nod.

"Okay," he drawls, resting his chin on his palm. "Any rules you want?"

"Hmm, no kissing." you answer and before you can continue, Jungkook cuts you off.

"What?!" he almost yells, looking at you as if you've just grown two heads. "How do you expect me not to kiss you? We're supposed to be dating. People will find it weird if we won't kiss in front of them, especially Taehyung and Jimin. They already seem to be suspicious, especially Jimin."

"If you just let me talk," you scold him, raising a brow at him, even though you just want to laugh at his frustrated face. He looks so funny with his chest heaving and widened eyes. "I meant no kissing besides when we're in public or doing... whatever the fuck you wanna call it."

"You mean your part of the deal."

"You could say so," you murmur, not really sure if that's the right way of calling it but you just go along with it. It doesn't matter anyway, you both know what you're talking about. "I think it'd be weird if we kissed whenever."

"I don't have any reason to kiss you," he says, eyes widening once again when he sees you frown. "I mean.. when we're not in public or having sex." he explains himself, his blunt words causing you to look down in mere embarrassment.

"We don't have to have sex, of course. That's not what I meant when I said--"

"Jesus, calm down, Kook. I know what you mean." you interrupt him, chuckling when he sighs in relief.

You talk back and forth, talking about the most basic rules which includes not saying anything to anyone. Nobody has to know the truth because for one month, you're dating each other. Even if it's fake. Next one is to be honest. Whenever one of you feels like it's too much, you talk about it and try to fix it.

The other one causes you to awkwardly cough, when he brings up the sex part. But he has a point. The two of you are going to be exclusive, if you ever decided to have sex. It's just to be safe. Honestly, you can't even imagine having sex with someone else while you're fucking Jungkook.

"Do you have, like, any list of things that you're willing to try out?" he asks, causing you to almost choke on your spit.

He looks so serious, eyes watching you with so much intensity that makes you want to hide from them. But you shouldn't be acting like this. It's stupid to be all shy about it and Jungkook is making sure he won't cross any lines in the future.

"I've never thought about it. I think I just want to find out in a natural and spontaneous way." you shrug, seeing him nod as he takes a mental note of your statement.

"Well, if you ever feel uncomfortable make sure to tell me. I don't want to hurt you in any way. Things in sex can get intense and since you don't know what you're willing to try, there could be a time when you'd want to stop. Just be sure to be vocal with me." he says, gaze filled with worry and certainty.

It makes you wonder what kind of persona he is in bed. What is he capable of? The unknowing of it causes a slight burn between your legs and you've to silently cough, thinking about something else.

"Don't worry. If you ever hurt me, I'll just punch you or something."

"Jeez, thanks," he rolls his eyes. "I think telling me to stop would be just fine."

You hide a grin, licking your lips.

"What else?" you ask, lips purse in thought.

You most likely talked about everything. There's not that much to be said and instead of making rules, you've just talked about how this is going to work.

"Don't try to fall in love with me."

Jungkook's cocky grin causes you to roll your eyes at him. "I'm not that cliche, buddy."

"It's hard not to fall in love with me. I'm charming." he says cockily, and you know he's just lightening up the mood and being his usual self.

"Oh, please," you exclaim dramatically. "I've known your ass for years. I'd fallen in love with you by now but sorry to break it to you, but I'm not interested." you joke, watching him gasp in return.

"A-are you using me?" he places his hand over his chest, mouth agape and you can't help but snicker.

"I just want your cock and you want... you need me." you nod, lips pursed as you make your point.

He licks his bottom lip, biting into it before he chuckles. "That's using."

"No, it's not," you disagree straight away, wanting to use his own words against him. "It's mutual help." you smirk, watching him do the same before you both erupt in laughter.

#networkbangtan #bts smut #jungkook smut #jungkook x reader #bts angst #bts fluff #bts au #jungkook fanfic #personasintro #mutual help

634 notes · View notes

sanjisblackasswife · 1 year

Text

If Sanji Smoked an Aphrodisiac (NSFW)

Luffy Version

Zoro Version

Aftercare Version

A/N: I wanted to separate the monster trio scenarios because they were so long but if you’d like to read all three you can do that HERE!🤍

Bad Summary: Sanji takes a hit of a laced cigarette with an aphrodisiac drug in it.

CW: OOC! Sanji, Needy! Sanji, VERY ! HOrny Sanji, Brief Mentions of Masturbation and panty stealing, Oral, Vaginal Sex, Overstimulation, Mentions of safety word but not used

Enjoy!

Man..can you imagine if he ate an aphrodisiac?

Cums very easily untouched

Absolutely needy and surprisingly selfish

The aphrodisiac he consumed: was a drug.

You poor poor woman….

Do you know …the damage you have gotten yourself into….

This man probably has a natural aphrodisiac running through his blood stream

It was supposed to be a joke. A harmless joke on your boyfriend

However you ended up in tears rather than laugher.

You wanted to see how he’d react to one thinking he’d probably be immune because he already had to much lust in him how stupid you were to think that.

You bought some special cigarettes for him, but they were laced and of course you didn’t want to give him anything like that without him knowing DO NOT DRUG PEOPLE W/O CONSENT THATS WRONG

You suggested he try it, but he was hesitant.

“I don’t think me having an aphrodisiac would be a good idea, sweetheart.”

You really wanted him to try, but you didn’t push him. So a few days went by and eventually Sanji did lose his pack of cigarettes. How plot convenient

He usually has more in his room, but he couldn’t leave the kitchen and you were too busy with Ussop to grab another one for you.

So he asked Luffy.

And of course he ends up grabbing the wrong pack. The pack that he didn’t want to throw out because you bought it for him.

Without thought he took one long hit and exhaled, but he immediately knew he fucked up.

“…oh shit.”

Sanji quickly threw out the cigarette grabbing the box from his coat to read the package and there was a cute little red warning saying “Please use with caution and do not finish the entire cigarette: Does contain (idk some drug with a lot of aphrodisiac init)” He slapped his head wanting to actually slap Luffy, but it wasn’t his fault Sanji just forgot about it, sighing in annoyance he finished up dinner and headed quickly to the shower, hopefully that was something that could reduce any side effects.

But it was too late he was already growing hard before he even hit the bathroom. “Fuck!”

He began to loosen his tie, he felt hotter by the second, running to ramble for his regular cigarettes in panic to get his mind at ease. Sanji locked himself in his room hopefully his hand could fix the issue he has been having instead of coming to you.

“Where’s Sanji?”

“I don’t know but I’m going to eat I’m starving.”

“I’ll go look for him.”

You decided to head straight to his room, but it was locked? Usually it’s only locked if he’s in there with you, but clearly you weren’t so you knocked on the door.

“Sanji…” you moved closer to the door so he could hear you from the other side, “Babe, everybody is eating already, wanna come down for dinner?”

“Sanji?”

“I’m—it’s okay I’m busy! Go eat, my love—ah!”

You could have sworn you just heard Sanji moaning.

Was he cheating on you?

“No, dumbass it’s just us on the ship who the hell would he be with in there? “

“Sanji can you open the door pleasee…”

It was silence for a few seconds until you heard the weight of his bed creak and his heavy footsteps approach. He creaked opened the door only showing half of his sweaty pink face.

“H-hey, my love…ne-need anything?”

“Yeah. You.” You pushed yourself in already low on patience because you wanted to know why Sanji being so weird and that was until you seen your panties, some magazines, and a wet spot all on his bed.

You turned to him to see his pants unbuckled and being held for dear life by his hand. Sanji was pink not only on his face, but his body since he was shirtless too. He gave you a crooked smile, and his eyes were dilated, almost has if he were having some kind of trip.

“Baby…” You smiled approaching him cautiously, he looked like he just got caught stealing or something, but you found it cute. “If you needed release I told you you can come to me. Quickie or whatever I—“

“No! No I don’t want a quickie I…” Sanji had to clear his throat. His voice kept cracking and so he moved to his drawer to hand you the now opened special cigarettes walking past you so he can drink a cup of water he had by his night stand. And then it clicked.

“Oh…but why did yo—” you whispered, you looked back up to feel the heat from Sanji radiating off him from behind you. It was like you could feel the bloodlust he had come off of his body. Nearly scared you because you never seen him like this.

“I…I need…you.” He reached out to touch your exposed tummy and hissed as if you were hot yourself, you looked so much more attractive to him right now. All you were wearing was a skirt and a top, but he thought you were practically naked. His eyes were not the usual pretty pink hearts, but they were dark and shaky. You put your hand on his cheek nearly retracting back because he was so hot it burned. He grabbed your hand and began kissing it, but the kissing eventually turned into him sucking on each finger.

“I…need you.” His voice was so raspy and shaky you actually started to feel bad more than horny for even giving him the cigarettes. He pulled your ring and middle finger out of his mouth to hold you into a tight embrace with his clamy hands running under your clothing.

“Sanji…”

“Please…let me fuck you.”

You felt yourself clench around nothing. Sanji never enjoyed using profanity around you too much, but his mind wasn’t in the right place. He didn’t care he needed to be on and inside you—dick, fingers, mouth he don’t care he needed to scratch the itch.

“Okay Sanji.” You wiggled yourself out of your skirt making him loop his thumbs down your panty line and pull them down slowly “Fuck me.”

“Color?” He whispered heavily in your ear before giving it a soft kiss. As much as he wanted to rip your clothes off and just fuck you into the wall he had to go slow with his actions until he gotten your entire yes on this, because he knew once he started he wasn’t going to stop.

“Blue.” In one swift motion he picked you up and placed you on his bed to get rid of any lingering clothing. He craved to see all of you.He wanted to mark every ich of your body. Your breast looked more supple, your tummy looked more soft and your cunt…

“So pretty…so…fuck—.” His thumbs glided on the sides of your labia making you arch a bit. He sat back up off the edge of the bed to rid of his bottoms, his cock sprang up, it was blushed and already glistening from the few times he already came on his own. His veins looked more prominent, making you blush at the sight. “Your pussy is so sexy, Baby…”

“Sanji!” You covered your face at his dirty words, but felt embarrassed seeing as he used his thumbs again to open you open seeing you clench around nothing.

“Not wet enough.” He spoke his thoughts out loud. He kneeled in front of the bed grabbing your hips to pull you onto his mouth with full force. You tend to forget how strong he really is.

You let out a pathetic moan feeling him manhandle you and prepare yourself to grip the sheets beside you. “Ganna let me eat this pretty pussy right, love?” It was almost like he was teasing you as he rubbed his two fingers up and down your slit . All you could see was his eyes, but you couldn’t stare for too long because it nearly scared you. This wasn’t the same Sanji you usually make love with—- he was something else more lustful.

“Y-yes! Please…ah!” He pressed him arms down on your hips making sure you won’t move and immediately started to suck your clit. You’d look up and glance at him but the sight was too unbareable, the top of his head moving all around between your thighs made you squeeze on his tongue a bit. Sanji felt like he wasn’t getting enough access into you so he stood up.

“Here.” He exhaled sucking his bottom lip tasting more of your arousal, “Just ganna open you up a bit more, beautiful—-there you go…look at you…”

Your thighs were pressed against your tits and your entire pussy was on display for him. He nearly drooled at the sight before diving his head back onto you, “Sanji…!”

Somehow you could hear the wet suckling noises from his mouth on your cunt more clearer and it drove you absolutely crazy, you kept holding your breath to reduce from cuming too soon, but you didn’t know that that actually works the opposite way.

“Ah! Ah! Yes! Right there ah!” You sounded like a broken record, but you didn’t care. Your voice started to crack feeling your orgasm hit you like a wave , your nails dug into your skin holding your legs up for him when you began to twitch uncontrollably when his tongue slid up and down from the bottom of your ass to your clit.

If you were to see how Sanji looked eating your pussy he’d look so desperate. He let you ride against his tongue before he exchanged it for his two fingers to rub circle on your clit. He watched as your pussy kept convulsing on him and hearing your whinny pants.

“‘M sorry, but I need more!”

You didn’t even hear him all you did was feel his mouth right back on your slit with his tongue sliding in fucking your hole. His hands spread your cheeks to just get better access to suck inside you. You could have sworn you seen stars when you opened your eyes.

You managed to cum once again, this time leaving your whole body shaky as he let you drop your legs down, but Sanji didn’t care right now. He didn’t want take a breather, he wanted you, so he pushed your limp body up the bed to make room for him to climb on top of you, your eyes were still rolled back and you didn’t even notice your self grinding your hips trying to find more friction somewhere.

“‘M ganna fuck you so well, Princess, okay?” You felt his breath on your mouth ready for him to kiss you and he gave you just that, with one hand grabbing your thighs to wrap around him to adjust himself, before pulling away from you with a spit line connecting you both. He swirled his cock inside you hearing the gooey wet noises of your arousal and he bit his lips tightly before pushing himself inside. Somehow you felt tighter and even more amazing than he last remembered. You felt so soft, that there wasn’t a piece of your body that he wasn’t touching while dragging himself in and out of you. The slow pace didn’t last long as he needed more.

“NEEDD!…MORE..PLEASE!” With each word came a stronger and faster thrust making you subconsciously pull away from the feeling of him, but he noticed this and Sanji grabbed your hips with one hand and placed his other on your tummy and pushed down. “No! …you Gatta feel all of me! Please!”

Both of you filled the rooms with whines, moans, and groans on top of the wet slapping noises against each other. It wasn’t long until your felt your orgasm approaching so closely;

“San—Sanji im—-YES YES IM—I’m CUMMING SAN—“ your back arched as you threw your arms back grabbing his pillow and biting it to try to conceal SOME moans.

“N-no!” He grabbed the pillow and threw it across the bedroom floor. “I! Needa!! Fuck— hear you! Please!” He his was cracking with each thrust and making you ride out your orgasm onto another one.

You felt numb in the brain. Your eyes were squinted seeing how red Sanji was sweating and breathing over you. He looked so attractive, but th thought of being any more turned on started to feel a bit painful.

“S—!” He spilled inside you coming in close to leave open mouth kisses on your breast up to your mouth. He stopped for a moment trying to catch his breath. Sanji felt on fire, tears started to form in his eyes huffing and puffing on your neck not letting go of your hips, his hair was so wet and sticking to you and his face he could barely see or think.

“M-more..” He rose up to glide his hands over your completely wet body mixed with sweat and his and your fluids. “Need—-More im sorry!”

You didn’t understand why he kept apologizing because you were still on cloud 9 and that was until he flipped you on your stomach and opened your legs again.

“Ah fuck! Thank you baby thank you! Fuck! I need more!” You felt his entire body weight on you with his hands grabbing yours above your head to keep himself steady and he pumped into you viciously from behind and you clenched each time he came back inside you so easily due to how wet and stretched you were.

“Thank..you! Ah! Ah ! Ah!” He mouth was right by your ear as your face was buried in his bed moaning right along with him. You heard the bed creak so loudly and the floor boards get scratched up from the way the bed frame was moving under you both. You felt almost like if you didn’t scream from pleasure right now you’d probably die.

“SANJI! I—IM— C-CUMMING!”

His eyes opened again now moving faster trying to reach the same high as you. Both of you were fucking like literal rabbits at this point. But you didn’t care because you were pretty much at fault for this.

You both finally slowed down as you both came together. He hugged you from behind slowly still trying to ride out which ever number orgasm this was.

“T-Thank you…” he rolled you over and pulled you on top of him. Your hair was a mess, your eyes were barely keeping focused , and your head was buried in his sweaty neck. He peppered you in kisses, rubbing your back just for a moment, “You feel..so good….”

“Mmhmm…” was all you could mumble. You didn’t know what time it was or how long you both been going at it—

All you knew was from him crying out thank you’s and sorry’s against your hot skin as he kissed your body.

You knew he wasn’t done.

2K notes · View notes

mjolnirswriststrap · 7 months

Text

You’re The Reason I Smoke

_____________________

Summary- reader needs something to take the edge off, and doesn’t know super soldiers can’t really get drunk.

Bucky x f!reader

Warnings: smoking, alcohol consumption, Bucky roughly grabs your face, that’s all 😇

Masterlist

This is my first Bucky fic, so go easy on me, there will be mistakes, my only hope is that I get better with practice ❤️

Edit: I’ve fixed some things and found out there was a whole paragraph missing, do not copy and paste from notes app! 😂

You just wanted a quick drink of water from the kitchen, you didn’t expect him to be there, leaning against the counter. White tank top tucked into navy blue slacks, a black belt with a golden buckle shines at you. He was quite literally, halfway undressed, you couldn’t help but to glance at his arms, both stunning in their own way. You favored the left, the thought of what it could do was enough for you. These kind of thoughts are why you smoke, and you need to right now. Having fantasies about your coworker isn’t good for your health. You quickly grab a cup filling it half way: taking a sip before dumping it down the sink, walking out without interacting with anyone else in the room. Strolling out the front door of Stark tower, you spot your favorite green bench. It doesn’t have any particularly favorable qualities about it, except for Tom, the old man that sat himself there everyday, protesting everything Tony was doing. It had been a month and it didn’t seem like he was going anywhere so you made friends. An eyebrow raise and an offer of cigarettes was all it took for Tom to open up. After hearing him out, you kind of agreed with him and not your current boss.

Your eyes search the surrounding area and your smile falters. There’s no Tom, no sign saying “no more playing god”. Sighing, you sit alone, ripping open a new pack, sliding a single cigarette out instead of two. You feel around every pocket before you realize you left your lighter on your dresser upstairs. Which was weird since you always lay it on top of your pack. You look around seeing a newsstand that sells some basic necessities, down the street, behind some food trucks. You start to feel triumphant before you think about the fact; your wallet was also left on your dresser.

You tell yourself surely someone is going to be leaving soon and you’ll just wait and borrow a dollar from Nat, Sam or Wanda. As if the moment could be any worse, you see a wall of a man walk out the front door of the tower. Just the sight of him makes your nerves vibrate, you can’t decide if it’s a good or bad buzzing. You’re casual with each other, never too friendly and never unpleasant. To him and everyone else, you two were just regular coworkers. To you, you were the office crusher and he the brooding, well mannered super soldier, you’re crushing on. Maybe he’d be a nice coworker and lend you a dollar, or maybe he won’t and you’ll look stupid. Your brain continues to overthink as your feet take you to catch up with his large paces. It was a hike to get up to your room and having to come all the way back down just didn’t really feel worth it, so, humiliation it is!

“Hey Sergeant.” Bucky stops in his tracks, slowly turning around. Softly smiling when his eyes land on you, “Hey Птичка, what are you doing hanging around out here?”. You take a breath, processing him, processing the use of the Russian name he always calls you, Google can’t help you translate since you have no clue where to even start. He could be calling you dumbass, which is the most probable scenario in your mind. “I just came out for a quick smoke, and to see my guy, but he’s not here today and I forgot my lighter so I’m 0 for 2.” You scratch your neck, dryly laughing.

Bucky slowly shook his head up and down as you spoke, as if he was interested in every word you said, hopeful you say “I was wondering if you had a dollar I could borrow? I left my wallet upstairs and I really need a lighter right now. I will have one crispy dollar waiting for you when you get back,” you pleadingly look between his bright eyes, you finish your plea with a “, scouts honor.” And a look of seriousness. “You know, you really shouldn’t smoke those things, they could kill y’a.” Bucky says as he reaches into his pocket, handing you a 20 dollar bill. “That’s too much, I just need a dollar Bucky!” You say, shoving his hand back into his chest. “Well,” He smiles, grabbing your hand, putting the 20 in it. “, I dont have anything smaller.” You thank him, promising again to have his money waiting when he got back, not mentioning the slight scolding he just gave you. Your lung health seems out of ordinary for someone like Bucky to think about or even care for.

You hear a beeping sound coming from his pocket, without checking it, Bucky says “Sorry to cut this short but I really have to get going or I’m gonna be late.”, giving you an apologetic look. You shake your head no before words formed in your mouth “no of course, I’d hate to hold you up, got a hot date?” You shot off that last part without thinking, you internally scream at your attempt of small talk. “Something like that, Steve’s idea.” You die a little on the inside, the buzzing turning into a throbbing in your skull. You pray the obvious blind date fails miserably as you wave him off, watching his back as he walks away.

Briskly you make your way to the stand, purchase a lighter and go sit down on your bench again. Except this time, “where the hell did my cigarettes go?” You say patting your pockets looking around the bench.

_____________________________

Bucky watches from the window as you stand there in shock, wondering where Tom is. He flicks your lighter, open and then closed, again and again as he watches you sit down and fumble with the cancer sticks that have some sort of hold on you. He secures his tie before walking towards the elevator. Sure, Bucky had smoked once or twice at a bar when he was younger. But that was then, and now science knows what they can do to people, he knows what they could do to you. He didn’t care when other people smoked, just you. Bucky couldn’t wrap his head around it. He felt an instinctual urge to protect you from hurting yourself. Thank God you weren’t a field agent and he didn’t have to constantly watch your back when guns were involved. It would be a lot harder for him to conceal his minor infatuation with you. You run laps around his head, even as he’s making his way through the lobby and out of the tower to have dinner with someone else, a girl Steve swore was the one. He couldn’t blame his friend for trying to get him back out there, it had been 70 years.

He knows you won’t be successful in your little smoke break. Thanks to his lock picking, he held your silver zippo in his pocket as he nonchalantly walked out the front door, keeping his eyes to the right, purposely ignoring your burning stare. He didn’t expect to hear feet running up behind him, or hear your sweet voice. The sound of his title fell so easily off your lips. You were the only person who called him Sergeant, everyone else seemingly knew it was reserved just for you.

Bucky listened intently as you made a case for a dollar loan. He would give you a million dollars if he had it, he just didn’t know how to show it. Too thick of a skin had grown over his heart for him to be able to tell you how he felt. Not being able to deny you, he hands over the first bill he pulled from his pocket, taking the opportunity to distract you by grabbing your hand, his other hand slips the little cardboard box from your loose hoodie pocket. You don’t notice as he slides them into the pocket of his slacks.

He’s about to walk away when his phone beeps, signaling he was already late for his so called date. He would rather stand here talking to you all night. Wanting to end the night before it even started Bucky said his goodbyes, and was almost home free, till you said hot date. He couldn’t lie about this, so he assured you it was Steve’s idea. He played it cool as he walked away, but inside, he hated the way your face fell when he confirmed your suspicions. He could almost say, you looked jealous. He knows you feel something for him too, but without Bucky being able to tell you how he feels. It’s going to be a never ending loop of will they or won’t they.

_______________________

It was late, and Bucky still hadn’t come to get his 20 back. You knew the money was an excuse to go down stairs, light one up and wait for him to get back. You truly just wanted to know how his date went, would there be a second? Leaning against the brick wall you take a long drag as you pull your hoodie tighter around you.

Bucky turns the corner and sees you standing there, cigarette dangling between your fingers, you looked irresistible. Maybe it was the nightmare of a date, or maybe it was him clearing out the pub down the street of draft beer. He especially thinks it was the way your lips perfectly wrapped around the orange tip. He didn’t have much time to pin point a reason why before he sprung into action. He stalked towards you, you smiled, opening your mouth to speak but before you could say anything, he rips the cigarette from your hand, throwing it to the ground and smashing it under his boot. He grabs your chin, staring into your eyes. Your breathing matched each other. You didn’t pull away, you didn’t move yourself from his grasp, Bucky could smell the staleness on your breath, he was so close he could feel your deep gasps fan across his face “I don’t want to see you with those things again, got it?” He hides his real frustration.

You’re confused, one second it’s casual Friday with this guy and now he’s pressuring you to quit smoking in the horniest way possible. You shake your head, agreeing that you got it. You weren’t actually going to quit because he said so, but whatever got him away from you and kept you from doing something you regret. You could smell the alcohol on him. You knew he wasn’t in a right state of mind, maybe he just really hated smoking and cared about your well being, he just came on a little too strong due to the drinks. You’ve dealt with plenty of drunks before, so you decide to change the subject. You loosen yourself from him, careful not to push him away completely. “How was your date, Sergeant?” You ask innocently.

One word was enough. Bucky can’t take it anymore, still close enough to do the one thing that would convey everything he felt, he leans forward and presses a light kiss to your lips, quick and gentle, barely there. It was enough to cause all the buzzing inside of you to stop. Everything stopped, the cars passing, the traffic lights changing, pedestrians walking by, the low hum of people in their apartments. The world disappeared, and all you could see was Bucky standing in front of you. Before you could protest, refusing to take advantage of a drunk person, Bucky blurts out “You ruined it. All I could think about was you. Everything she said was wrong because she wasn’t you.”.

You’re stunned, like all the air was removed from your lungs, you know you can’t take what he says now for certain, but it felt good to hear it. “Would you rather it have actually been me?” You say feeling brave. Bucky breaks eye contact at your question. He doesn’t answer as he faces the ground and lets his hair mask his emotions. You take his face in your hand, mirroring your stance moments before, you lift his glassy eyes to meet yours. “Yeah.” Was his response after searching your sincere eyes. You were playing a dangerous game with your own heart. You knew whatever you got into tonight with Bucky, would be just that, tonight only. It would only lead to more heartache. You decide to be a good friend right now, not a coworker, not a peer, not a hookup.

“You look tired Buck, let’s get you up to bed.” You receive no response as Bucky just watches you, gauging your reactions to him. You smile lightly and gently tug on his arm “I’ll even tuck you in, if you make this easy on me” you say referencing the maze of a tower you have to drag a drunk man through. It earns a “deal” from Bucky, which is enough for you to start moving towards the door. To your surprise, Bucky walked fine, stood up straight the whole way up the elevator. No lost shoes or throw up like a normal person. He physically showed no signs of being drunk, but his words screamed to you that he was intoxicated.

You point to a door, silently asking if it was the right room. Bucky nods, procuring a key from his pocket. You take it from him, assuming he has no hand eye coordination in his state. You jimmy open the door and let yourself in, holding the door wide open for Bucky to stomp in and make his way to the bed. He kicks his shoes off, taking off his tie and jacket, he lays them on the back of a small chair in the corner. “You don’t have to tuck me in, I appreciate the gesture though.” Bucky says lowly, now avoiding eye contact.

Still reeling from the kiss downstairs, you don’t notice Bucky’s change of mood. Nodding your head you bid him goodnight. “Well, here’s your $20 back,” you reach into the slim, side pocket of your leggings, pulling out the promised crispy bill. Bucky doesn’t look up as you place the money on top of his nightstand, he’s too embarrassed. He never should have said those things. He let it bubble up inside and when it finally came out, it wasn’t the right words. Bucky knows his confession sounded harsh. He used to think maybe one day he’d get over himself and attempt flirting with you. But that mission failed before it began.

_________________

Jumping up in a sweat filled haze, you shake the sleep from your head, the dream had been too real, too detailed, and rich; sickeningly sweet. The movie that played on through the night was just a fairytale. It could be real, but it was all contingent on a drunk Bucky. You needed to ready yourself for work, checking your phone you see 7:34 glaring back at you. Since yesterday was a leggings and hoodie day, you figured you’d make yourself presentable for this Saturday morning. Your job in stark tower was an unexpected one, no one else ever had the job or ever will have the job, Tony and Pepper’s lifeline. Pepper makes sure Tony is sorted and you make sure Pepper and the avengers are sorted. You see things Earth’s mightiest heros wouldn’t want anyone else seeing. You wouldn’t say you’re an assistant, or a pr manager, a wrangler if anything. Covering up the red in ledgers, wild nights out, a 17 year old spider who should be in bed for school, the usual at the tower. So what you wore wasn’t really a topic of conversation, if leggings is what the woman with all the knowledge wanted, she’d get to wear them to her 9-5.

Today felt different, you wore a short feminine blazer with a long black pencil skirt. A creme colored chemise tucked behind a single hooked button of your jacket. You walk from your small 3rd floor apartment down to an elevator that would take you to the avengers common room, you would do debriefs at 8 every morning. It consisted of wagging a heavy finger at who embarrassed themselves the day or night before, reminding Peter that his homework is more important than finding bad guys. And today, it wasn’t subject to change. You walk into the room, everyone lazily strewn onto the couches. Pepper being the only presentable one besides yourself. You can feel a thickness in the air as you make eye contact with Bucky, an unspoken “we need to talk” passes between you.

“Good Morning Team, I just wanted to start this day off by saying, you didn’t do too bad yesterday, I’m almost impressed.” you say looking down at your data pad, checking off “introduction” on the meeting schedule. “Sam, you didn’t draw a crowd of fans at the veteran’s food bank yesterday! Gold star for you. Wanda, I know you’re just trying to help, but Ms. Rosita told you to stop trying to teach Carmen magic. She’s only 5.” You finish by giving Wanda a pleading half smile. Some of this stuff should be common sense, you think, as you check off things they’ve heard a million times. “And finally, Peter, mind telling the class why my eyes are on you?” You question, eyebrows raised. You tap your foot, waiting for his response. Peter sits there with his mouth agape, not knowing he’d already been found out. “I uh..I…” he looks around for help. You assist him, “I uh heard someone was being bullied so I webbed Flash to the basketball net.” You shake your head, you know he means well, he just doesn’t pick the best corse of action, every time. “I’m sorry Y/N, Mr Stark. I just couldn’t see Flash hurting people who don’t deserve it, no one deserves to be bullied.” You nod your head at him, “That’s very sweet Peter, but you can’t be a vigilante. I’ll call your Aunt later.”. He groans looking down, fully understanding “Yes, Y/N”.

You sign off on the debrief “well that should be it guys, don’t get into any trouble today, please, it’s bad enough I work weekends, make it easy on me” you giggle, obviously joking, you loved your job. You started making your way out of the common room, heading towards the elevator, you pressed up. Never fully accepting that you worked in the penthouse. you worked beside Pepper in Tony’s office, of course they wanted to keep you close, you knew too much. All it is, is a tiny desk in a corner that’s facing the wall, a modest studio on the 3rd floor, a company credit card and knowing things that could easily get you killed. It wasn’t all food banks and bullies. You sigh as the elevator takes longer than usual. Completely forgetting about Bucky, you’re taken back when he taps your shoulder. “Hey, could we talk?” You nod, stepping away from the elevator. “I just wanted to apologize for last night, I shouldn’t have done or said that. It was out of line.” You smile softly, listening to him. He was drunk so he has an excuse, the fact that he’s standing here practically begging for forgiveness melts your heart. “Sergeant, you have nothing to worry about, everyone drinks a little too much sometimes. You should just be thankful it was me out there and not a paparazzi.” You give him grace, letting him know there is no hard feelings. Bucky looks at you, still ever so confused.He thought the coddling was unusual last night, now he understand why, you thought he was drunk off of human beer.

“Wait Y/N, you do realize my metabolism is so high, alcohol can’t affect me? Maybe the mead from Asgard, but nothing from the pub down the street. I’m apologizing for grabbing you, for telling you what to do, for kissing you, but I’m not sorry for telling you how I feel.”

You’re left speechless at his confession, “I..I uh don’t know what to say.” Scratching the back of your head you kick your toe around trying to make sense of the situation. Before you could, you see a blonde head of hair making their way towards you and the elevator. “C’mon Y/N, you know Tony doesn’t like to wait.” Pepper says, only playfully scolding you. She pulls you into the elevator away from Bucky, before you could say anything she’s waving as the doors close “Have a good day Mr. Barnes.”. Pepper is oblivious to what she just ripped you away from. You couldn’t blame her though, you’d talk to Bucky after work, letting last night play over and over while you sat at your desk.

_________________

PART 2

#bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky x y/n #james bucky buchanan barnes #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes x y/n #avengers #mcu #marvel #bucky x you #avengers fanfiction

114 notes · View notes

sprainedwriting · 7 months

Text

where are you? (i don’t want to die alone) 3

all might x child! reader

chapter 1 ; chapter 2

tags/cw: child neglect, slight self harm, unhealthy coping mechanisms, VERY unrealistic everything

read on ao3 for better formatting + tagging

when you turn up on time to your first class, your friends seem relieved. ah, you nearly forgot, since its the 20 year anniversary for your school, the students will hold a cultural festival. there will be a concert, dancing performances and food.

you don’t perform on stage, especially not in-front of huge groups of people. your stage fright was too severe. still, you will spend the day helping to set up everything. being the man behind the scene and everything.

right now you were behind the gymnasium with your best friend, he was rolling a cigarette for himself. you were too paranoid to smoke, what if your voice changed too much and everyone ends up hating it?

leaning against the wall, you finished telling him of your crazy morning. he was the only one who knows who your father is. not because you told him, but because all might barged into your apartment and revealed his own secret identity. you don’t know how that could have happened, because you extra texted him AND left a message on his voice mail. who would have thought, he didn’t answer and screwed himself up.

the gymnasium is painted in a graffiti style, the new first years alway re paint it. a few years ago your group project was presented for everyone to see. now, it is buried under layers and layers of paint. even though the wall has been painted again and again, it still had a rough texture. your finger glided across it, nervously.

“…when’s your birthday anyways?” he asked, while patting his pockets, searching for his lighter.

scowling at him, you pressed your finger harder against the rough surface. your finger was starting to become raw.

“dude, that’s like the least important information in the whole world you could ask for.” reaching into your pant pocket, you pull out a lighter and give it to him. he quickly thanks you.

“it’s important to me! mmm, what’s your zodiac sign?”

sighing, you rub your forehead. you made sure not to tell the birthday story, yet. if someone congratulated you for your birthday you would start crying at this point. you straightened up when you heard voices coming close towards you. your best friend puts his cigarette out against the wall and puts it in his hoodie pocket. he stepped towards you, trying to look who was coming.

of course it had to be class 1a with their two teachers. so they were able to make it. with them was the director, giving them a tour of the campus. ugh you can never catch a break. you have to think fast, do you leave as quickly as possible or stay?

thank god you’re not a hero, so you don’t need to be brave and face uncomfortable situations!

“..i’m running, bro.”

“huh? wait..!”

before you could really think everything through, you started sprinting. not too far, just to put some distance between you and them. after a few seconds you slowed down and looked over your shoulder. the group just rounded the corner. quickly looking ahead again, you decided to walk towards the main building, since your next classes will be there. while you walked, you ignored the feeling of being watched.

________________________

end of the day, somewhat.

while your classes did end, it didn’t mean you could go home yet to rot away in your room. since today was the anniversary of your school, your job is to prepare the stage, so others can perform.

you aren’t late for the preparations! which is a blessing in disguise. right now you’re behind the stage, stashing away your bag.

“…so that’s why the hero class is here.” someone explained, a first year.

immediately perking up at the mention of hero class, you asked,

“why are they here?”

“ugh! dude, i explained it, like, 100 times already! they are here to play through like a boomb threat scenario. you know, since hero work also includes assisting during terrorism threats.” you knew if you were not an upperclassman, they probably would have refused to answer. children.

nodding your head at the explanation, you straightened your back and sighed. maybe you could fake sick…nah. gotta pull through.

massaging your temples you simply tried to focus on breathing.

“they will leave before the perfomances tho! they hid like a secret paper cut out somewhere. they also are not allowed to disturb us. so don’t worry, senpai!”

“well at least it is something. image how annoying it would be if they, like, were around us all the time…annoying like flies, man.” with those words you left backstage area. stepping into the stage was, maybe, not your best move.

the class, with their teachers (because why would they ever need to be independent) stood infront of the stage. at least they were no on here with you and a few others. you diged your thumb nail into your raw finger. the pain should ground you.

“ah! yagi! you know, our school was able to bring out not only small starts, but also a few big ones.” she winked at you.

schooling your face to stay neutral, you could hear a few whispers from the students. of course they remembered your face from the morning. that was some wild shit you pulled there. jesus.

“oi! aren’t you the one from the train station?!” called someone out.

furrowing your brows at the question, and thanking yourself for taking that action class as a joke, you answered in monotone voice, “huh? no, sorry. i have never seen you guys before, in my life. i swear on my fathers life.”

and then you smiled at them, brightly. fuckers.

what the hell are you supposed to say? yes? no way. why did you even do that. are you mentally unwell or something? …maybe it is some time for self reflexion.

turning around and scanning the stage, you make a mental note on what was missing. the piano was already there, thankfully. speakers, microphones, the drum set, amplifiers, the lights have to be tuned. and and and and.

much to do, with not a lot of time to spare. is the piano even tuned properly? ugh.

fucking back off back stage, you decided on starting with the lights and speakers, since you aren’t sure on what kind of perform order there is. not everyone needs microphones, but everyone needs lights.

“ayo! do we have anyone on the lights yet?” you called out. the answer came fast with a solid no.

thank god, you have a job. taking out your phone, you checked you text messages. your friends were not here yet. those traitors, tell you to be punctual but can’t do that themselves.

while you send out text messages, you could hear hushed whisper in the background.

“hello there! kid, which i have never meet before! could you assist me?”

great.

#all might x reader #bnha toshinori #yagi x reader #toshinori x reader #bnha x reader #bnha x you #bnha angst #angst #mha x reader #mha angst

77 notes · View notes

ryusuisloveinterest · 3 months

Note

hallo!! may I please request hcs with stanley snyder being your commander? like, you're in the military and in his unit and he's quite fond of you and develops and crush on you that you later reciprocate, and he like, tells Xeno abt it lmaoo thank you!! love your writing!!

hello anon! I’m not sure if you’re the anon that normally requests so you’re now officially 💙 anon lol. There was so many things I wrote that it might as well be a scenario in hc format if that makes any sense at all. Anyway I hope you enjoy!

Stanley Snyder’s crush on his subordinate 💓

OH BOY WHERE DO I BEGIN

I think the first thing that would’ve drawn him to you is how you’re not afraid to speak your mind

While all of his other subordinates just mindlessly follow orders, you need to know why and don’t have a problem saying no

“On our next mission we’re going to have to take over a town until there is a peace treaty.”

“Why?”

“Because the enemy has to know we are serious about our demands.”

“Then what’ll happen if they still don’t agree. I’m not going to kill innocents commander!”

“No one is killing innocents. We’ll discuss it more when the time comes.”

Then of course you carried out the mission perfectly

You’ve never once let him down

From then on he thought you were the hottest person to ever exist

He tried to talk to you about personal things time to time but he found it hard because he has a hard time sharing things with people in the first place

“So…do you smoke?”

“No commander, I value my lungs.”

The only exception to this is Xeno

Xeno and Stanley love talking to each other no matter what about, but they get even more excited when their friend talks about the thing they love

Every time Xeno hears Stanley mention your name he smiles to himself for his friend’s happiness

“Found them changing an old man’s battery for his car today.” Stanley tells Xeno as he lights his cigarette. “When I asked them about it they told me they wanted to learn so they can teach their little sister.”

Xeno chuckles as he finishes mixing his concoction. “Maybe they can help you when you need to change your oil again. God knows you nearly flooded the Earth again with the amount of oil that spilt everywhere.”

Stanley never really asked you out, but it was clear that that’s what he was trying to do

There was a military ball being held and Stanley was supposed to get an award and give a speech

He wasn’t nervous, after all he’s gotten plenty of awards. But the minute he saw you in your dress/suit, everything that was in his head instantly left

“Good evening (y/n). If I may say, you look absolutely stunning in your dress/suit.”

You chuckle. “Thank you commander. And if it’s not out of my place I must tell you that you look very handsome in that suit. But of course you seem to look handsome in anything you wear,” you tell him as you place a hand on where his medal will be. “Congratulations on your award.”

With that you try to walk off. Notice the try😉

He instantly grabs your arm. “Dance with me.”

You raise an amused eyebrow.

“It’s an order soldier.”

And with that the whole night the two of you were together. He introduced you to Xeno despite him basically knowing who you are. You dance with him, drink with him, talk laugh and everything else!

He almost forgot he got an award and has to make a speech lol

After the ball he insists he should walk you to your room

When you get there, you both tell each other how much fun you had tonight.

Blame it on the alcohol or Stanley just being so sick and tired of wanting to be with you that he just kisses you

To his surprise you kiss back

You two kinda sorta make out in your bedroom for a hot minute but you push him off 🫢

“G-goodnight commander, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

When tomorrow comes and he starts assigning chores for his subordinates to do when I he can’t find your name of the list

He checked it again and again and again and again and you get the idea

He asks someone about it and they tell him you’re leaving the regiment

He’s so shocked and mad he just storms to your quarters

“(Y/N)! WHY ARE YOU DROPPING OUT???”

Your sister that you’ve mentioned before is standing with a box in her hand as you tape another

“This is who you’ve settled for (y/n)?” Your sister asked you.

You chuckle and send her out to give you and Stanley some privacy

Stanley, arms crossed, waits there with a pout on his face

“I’ve found a job as a personal body guard for a new big singer. The pay is good but I won’t be working under you anymore so-“

“Is this about last night? Look I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable or overstepped your boundary. I just couldn’t contain my feelings for you! But please you don’t have to le-“

“Will you let me finish commander? I’m leaving so I can pursue a relationship with you without all the other subordinates talking shit!”

His face is blank, but then he tried to hide the dumb smiling that’s just trying to form on his face

He coughs. “Very well. I’m glad you want this as much as me.”

You stick your empty gun at his throat

“Don’t make me regret it.” You tell him

Man he’s so in love with you

#dr stone #dcst #dr stone headcanons #stanley snyder x you #stanley snyder headcanons #stanley snyder x reader #stanley snyder

35 notes · View notes

mr-payjay · 10 days

Note

I heard Payjay asks, may I request some headcanons for them(both seperate and like. Together if that makes sense. Sorry English is stupid)

of course :) i understand you it makes sense! im not good at making hcs or scenarios honestly... i just analyze and draw payjay usually

oj:

- has a bachelor's in chemistry but never found a sustainable or interesting job for it and realized he was kind of afraid of losing his passion which didn't help (based on when he says chocolate is a base therefore he can't eat it, which ive always interpreted as a lie because he just doesn't like it, considering chocolate is an acid. cause people likely wouldn't know the correct answer and that's just his first thought)

- he listens to a lot of jazz but particularly likes bossa nova

- used to be. really into my little pony. this is based on the fact his kitchen and the little spa thing he has in the hotel are directly based on areas from my little pony

- prefers to work traditionally, with paper and pen and such

- oj's glass slowly cracks as stress piles on, and he only shatters when it gets to be too much or when he's faced with something WAY too stressful & shocking (like when mephone crashed a plane into his hotel)

- oj's favourite kind of food is breakfast foods! obviously based on the fact he's oj but just in general he enjoys coffee, eggs, toast, oatmeal, etc.

- kills himself to make a point when the residents are being way too annoying (gets recovered after ofc)

- serious problem with migraines, joint aches, and general tension in his body

- medicine cabinet is FILLEDDD. with over the counter medications. he knows exactly what to use for what aches and ends up taking like 12 different pills a day because of all his Physical Problems

- nicotine addiction :/ loudly calls vapers disgusting and then immediately smokes a cigarette lmao

- caffeine addiction too. he doesn't drink much alcohol though because he wants to supervise parties and he is very much a lightweight

paper:

- you know what's funnyyy. i completely forgot once about paper's extreme aversion to pianos and hced him as a piano player. now i think he can't do any music. Sad!

- furry. based on him canonically being into warrior cats

- hates an unmade bed. makes it immediately every morning

- prefers to work digitally, based on the fact he's canonically not a fan of. staplers & scissors & such

- humie paper haaates wearing pants. skirts & shorts for him

- paper is catholic and goes to church on holidays :) oj is an agnostic atheist (doesn't believe in God but like, he COULD exist, whatever) but he'll do whatever paper wants him to

- paper is unfortunately quite clumsy. kind of bad motor skills

- always walks into oj's office to flirt with him and sit on his lap and Distract him from his work. stop that he's gonna be late on everything

- purposely trips and falls sometimes and gets giddy when someone notices and asks if he's okay

- scared of the dark but doesn't mention it. unless he wants oj to pay attention to him then he'll be like Ohhhh ojayyyy im so scareddd keep me safeee While clinging onto him (oj loves it he's like Of course my love. I Will Protect You)

#juice.txt #osc #payjay #paper ii #oj ii #ii oj #ii paper #inanimate insanity #IM SO SORRY THAT THIS TOOK SO LONG #i have trouble with making headcanons </3 #EITHER WAY!!! FUN TO DO #thank you :)#cw alcohol #cw smoking #OH AND FOR TOGETHER there is another asker who asked me for payjay headcanons #so most of them will be focused there once i post it

13 notes · View notes

yril-writes · 10 months

Text

— PARTNERS

synopsis ; years have passed and you mysteriously came back from the dead, and from the moment you've been revived only one goal in mind came to you and that is to see your partner.

scenario ; you've made a contract with a devil to bring you back, but this is not meant to go on forever. Until you achieved your goal you live, that is why you came looking for them causing havoc to an extent even.

type ; drabble

include/s ; kishibe

pairing/s ; kishibe x gn! reader

genre ; angst and a mountain filled with sad corn

"Who would've thought I'd see you like this again." that same familiar voice tone, made you look back only to see a not so familiar face. He looked older and by the looks of it the man standing behind you had these empty eyes, smoking cigarettes like there's no tomorrow, he shrugs and takes a step closer to you. "You, have I met you somewhere?" he raises your chin to take a good look, to the left and to the right then he sees something familiar with a birth mark, shaped almost like a flower. He racks his brain, trying so hard to remember who is this human nor devil in front of him. But you didn't speak, too speechless to even say a word, now that you had a closer look at him as well you knew him by his scent and by those pesky cigarettes of him. (Kishibe, it's been a long time...I'm sorry I had to erase your memories back then.) Kishibe doesn't remember a thing, he doesn't remember his first partner before Quanxi came along, it's because that partner of his died the first week in the job. And the catch is that, ever since then he doesn't remember even having a partner or the small tiny moments they had, just like a bubble, popped and disappeared into thin air. And that bubble was you. You made a contract with the Dream Devil, and for the last time you implanted that the day you died is nothing but just a mere dream for him, so that he could forget. (Kishibe, it's really good to see you again like this...) giving a smile, Kishibe furrowed his eyebrows perplexed as to why this shadow figure in front of him seemed familiar a while ago and then turned into this. "A fiend. Why did you seem familiar to me? Do you perhaps know me?"taking a stance, he grabs a knife from his coat and points it towards you. "You may not know me but I know you, nothing about me seems interesting at all. But you, you are interesting, Kishibe.) covering more of yourself with the shadows of darkness the more you feel alive and strong, but of course you expected to be killed by this. Before you could've explained something you were slain without hesitations. On your last breath you removed the curse from Kishibe, it took a toll on him to remember it all, but he does now. And even more, because he had slain you. Cemetery, yes, the place where he mostly goes. Now looking down at the grave, he remembered why he would always stand on this peculiar grave he knew nothing of, it was because this was the grave of his first partner that had died. You didn't want to burden him, you didn't want to blame himself to what had happened to you, so your last resort was to make him forget and it did work. He forgot. "You, you are a complete fool. When you became my partner I told you not to break easily, and within a week you died. And the worst thing is for you to be cursing me for years now, I underestimated you. You are strong even the dead couldn't stop the curse...did you only come back to lift this stupid curse, from an old man? If so, thank you..." leaving a bouquet of flowers on the grave stone, he walks like the wind swiftly away from the grave. "I see you now..." he utters as the wind carries away those words to the horizon.

a/n ; thinking of making more chainsaw man fanfictions in the future, I've been obsessed with csm and have these cool ideas to put together with!

taglist ; @sammushy @ryuuudesuwa @gcj-doesart @jasugoi

masterlist ; more stories here!

56 notes · View notes

coffeebrownn · 7 months

Note

Oh I love your head canons, they are so sweet. For NSFW, I like the idea of both Chris and Ethan being switches. Ethan is a bit of a power bottom and Chris is a service top. Chris is tired and just does whatever Ethan requests haha. And Ethan wants to try everything. They are so cute.

DON'T WORRY THIS ISN'T REALLY NSFW IT'S JUST RELATIONSHIP BREAKDOWN(???)

WAADA THANK YOU SO MUCH!! AND OMG HELLO??? alright,, have mercy but i never really thought about them in a NSFW setting(?) idk i just forgot about it(????) or they're not really my ocs and i feel like i'm trespassing an invisible border😭😭😭 but i'll think more scenario since you mentioned about it, especially on how ethan is a power bottom,, and i learn that that's the term for chris(?) since i agree that he can be the top position but at the same time it's not right that he's the only one who does so,, so it's really cute that he's giving pleasant service to ethan as well 🥺

yes, they're very very vanilla, nothing crazy i think chris would get pretty embarrassed when he need to share that it wasn't like this when he's younger. Either way, i think what stands out is how ethan is pretty fidgety(?) like he'll bite, and hold chris' chest... chris on the other hand .. i think he just likes to see how big he is compared to ethan..😭idk he likes to picture it even outside sexual intercourse

Well, this session for them,, i would say pretty cathartic for both of them, both at one of vulnerable state/image, chris never really expressing his wants/needs since he thought/ picture himself that he's a soldier in this bio warfare, this and the fact that he'd done numerous (he'd lost count) one night stand due to how stressful his job could be, any women/men, like anything, ANYTHING to distract himself, since alcohol/cigarette isn;t enough for him already. So you could see how doubtful of himself when he's considering on starting this serious relationship with ethan, his mind run across whether or not he could do it, he express this thought to claire, which of course she told chris to just do it, if it doesn't work out, then leave

"it's that easy, who's giving you orders to stay with him if it doesn't work out? yourself?" claire just laughs

chris knows what claire meant, and at start he already knows the answer, he just doesn't fully trust himself after what had happened, his judgement, his bad decisions, etc. he thought to himself does he deserve someone as good as ethan? after he'd cross the line and killed his wife (even though it's miranda) and not telling him whatsoever about the plan and directly killing him due to your shit ass common sense? of course chris tries to punish himself this isn't his first time, but again how long can he do this. So he took the plunge and really threw away his enormous ego to apologize to ethan since it's a miracle that God or Universe itself gave him a 2nd chance, most of the time the person is already dead

and this contrast with ethan, he doesn't trust people due to his circumstances (re7/re8)), he's insecure about his body, his mind, he feels like a monster due to the mold, after people he trust just kept using his kindness and destroying it.. he just feels unloved/unappreciated.

first few nights when they express this interest of wanting to explore each other's bodies, (of course ethan jokingly mentioned how "you've seen me naked before! like multiple times" and chris just close eyes and mentioned how seeing him naked on the hospital bed DOES NOT COUNT) ethan was pretty nervous, he instead went and uses his clothes/shirt from fully exposing his own body. Took them like a few month to a year to feel comfortable.. even some nights they just strip down to sleep naked.

and the aftercare/cuddling session ethan would ask chris each of the scars and it's history behind it, a good bed time story for ethan, some stupid ones because Jill/Claire dared him, some from his mistakes, some that he regrets, everything, this is one of instance for ethan to know who chris is, since ethan mostly relies on chris' closed ones (jill, claire, even leon) to share, but again it's mostly THEIR experiences with chris and not the other way around.

well at least this is how i picture them!! Idk!! i find their relationship to not be the healthiest compared to other ship in RE, but i appreciate and want to highlight about how it can be a very rewarding/wholesome between them, like it's a good reminder that people (NOT ALL PEOPLE SOME PEOPLE) grow and overcome their own irrationality and worries, each of them has their own flaws and insecurity but they both pick each other up and be a better version/proud of themselves. Thank you for reading this! Sorry for the extensive rambling 😭

#winterfield #chris redfield #ethan winters #text #ramble #long post #i really like their relationship.. like goddamn #i hope that they realized that they need a good good long break from everything that they've thrown over #anon #ask #thanks for the question anon!

36 notes · View notes

wizardofgoodfortune · 5 months

Note

Gonna go ahead and ask you #58 on your Spotify wrapped while I'm thinking about it

#58 on my top songs is mirrorball by taylor swift! this is definitely one of my fav songs from her, if not The Favorite; a vivid music video plays out in my head every time i listen to it. here's my favorite part from it, which can definitely lend itself to particular dreamling scenarios... like 1989.

And they called off the circus, burned the disco down When they sent home the horses and the rodeo clowns I'm still on that tightrope I'm still trying everything to get you laughing at me I'm still a believer but I don't know why I've never been a natural, all I do is try, try, try I'm still on that trapeze I'm still trying everything to keep you looking at me

---

When his stranger didn't show up in 1989, Hob spent the whole day waiting for him. The whole night, too. He heard the last call but stayed long after, until the bartender—Ian was his name, Hob learned at one point—had to kick him out so they could lock up. To Ian's credit, he did it with his most apologetic face.

"Sorry, Hob," Ian said as he locked up the front door of the tavern. "Feel free to come back 'round tomorrow. Promise the place'll still be here by then."

Hob, who was hovering listlessly beside him, gave him a smile. "You'll regret you said that."

Ian laughed. "I'll never regret having more regulars. God knows we need it."

Hob frowned. Right. He nearly forgot about that.

"Need a lift?" Ian offered, fishing out a different set of keys from inside his pockets. "You've drunk quite a lot."

"I'm fine, I just need to—" Hob took a deep breath, "—I need to walk it off."

Ian narrowed his eyes. "Sure? I better not read about you in the papers tomorrow."

Hob snorted. "Trust me, you won't."

With that, Hob stood in front of the tavern and watched Ian drive off, until the old man rounded a corner and disappeared.

Now that he was alone, Hob slumped down on the damp ground and leaned against the front door. They've probably replaced this door more times than he could count, along with the rest of the tavern. Century after century, Hob saw less and less of what used to be here 600 years ago: the chairs, the tables, the mugs, the godawful drinks. The closest thing to permanence this tavern had was its name, and, up until tonight, his stranger. And soon, it wouldn't even have itself.

Hob reached into his coat pocket and took out his lighter and a carton of cigarettes. As he watched London's everchanging skyline glitter above the Thames, he lit a cigarette, the orange of it glowing in the dark. He sat there, waiting, waiting, waiting. He was good at that, at waiting. All you had to have for waiting was time, and Hob had it in abundance. So he waited until the sun rose, until the streets came alive with cars and people, until Ian came back to open up.

"Oi, what happened to walking it off?!" Ian exclaimed, standing over Hob, shielding him from the noon sun. "Bloody hell. C'mon now. Up you go."

Hob let himself be corralled into the tavern's small office and be sat at the small couch that was probably meant for interviews and terminations. He drank the water and aspirin placed in front of him, and he wore the spare shirt lent to him, but he left Ian's questions unanswered.

"Y'know," Hob started as soon as Ian came back in from the bar, "I reckon I could do a good job running a tavern."

"You should be asleep," Ian said accusatorily.

Maybe he should've been. But instead, Hob was sitting upright, wide awake. "I've been in countless taverns, just like this," he continued, "and I reckon I could make a great one. It would be so great that people from all over the world would come to eat and drink there, and say, 'Hey look, it's Hob's tavern, the greatest one around!' And d'you know what the best part about it would be?"

Ian sighed and leaned on his desk. "What?"

"It would be so great that they'd never close it down. They wouldn't be able to. Everyone would rally around it, even the council. And it'd be there for, for centuries. No, millennia. No, forever."

Ian shook his head, smiling. "A beautiful dream."

"A dream?" Hob scrunched his eyebrows. "You don't believe me?"

"Hob, this tavern has been here for centuries. That's a pretty good run, I'd say. Before that, it might've been something else, like a house, or a barn, or something. And before that, it was probably an empty plot of land, or maybe it was full of trees. Maybe bloody dinosaurs lived and died here. Or maybe it was underwater, I dunno. But I'm getting away from the point," Ian said, scratching his scraggly beard. "The point is: things change. That's life."

Suddenly, Hob was reminded of that night a hundred years ago, how his stranger detested the implication that he changed, that he grew to be lonely, lonely enough to seek out companionship. Hob's companionship. Obviously he detested the implication enough to not show up yesterday. But maybe, just maybe, his stranger will show up again today or the next day, just to prove a point, just to say he didn't need him to be his friend, and to say goodbye for the last time. Surely his stranger's not cruel enough to not show up at all, right?

"I, I know, but I can't let this place change, at least not yet," Hob said. His desperation must've plain on his face from the way Ian smiled sadly at him.

"And why's that?"

"My friend and I," Hob paused, thinking about what to say, "this place is important to us."

"You can always find another place."

"He won't," Hob said, voice breaking, "he won't be able to find me."

"How sure are you that he won't?"

Hob put his head into his hands. "I'm sure."

"You don't have his number?"

Hob shook his head.

Ian sighed. "Well, like I said last night, you'll need a lot of money to—"

"I have the money," Hob blurted out.

"What's that?"

"I," Hob repeated, raising his head in realization, "I have the money."

Ian only looked at him.

"I can, I can keep this place alive until he comes back."

Ian regarded him wordlessly for a few more seconds, then said, "I appreciate the thought, I do, but I reckon you can just establish a new one and it'll be less expensive. You can always, I dunno, put up some signs. 'This way to the new tavern' or something. Then when your friend comes around, they'll just read your sign and go to the new tavern."

Hob stared at Ian, mouth hanging open. Then he laughed, feeling a sleep-deprived lightness in his chest. He stood up and held Ian by his shoulders, still smiling. "Ian, you're a genius."

Ian chuckled heartily. "I try."

"And you're a hired genius."

"Pardon?"

"I'll need a bartender for the new tavern," Hob said, grinning.

Ian scoffed in disbelief, but he was smiling. "And what'll you name it?"

Hob thought for a second, then settled on: "The New Tavern."

Ian chortled. "You need sleep. Dearly."

---

send me a number and i'll write something based on the corresponding song in my spotify wrapped!

#dreamling #*#*my fic #warning i did not proofread this so uh... sorry in advance. i just realized it's 3:46 am and i probs need to go sleep #btw the bartender doesn't actually have a name so i used his actor's name LMFAOOO #thank you for sending in a number even before i reblogged the post TJ!!!#AND for finding the post in the first place!!! i hope this is a good enough offering in return for the beautiful folktale you wrote #EVERYONE GO TO TJ'S BLOG AND FIND THAT FOLKTALE IT'S A WORK OF ART!!!!#this could be more but i reminded myself that i'm doing this For Fun (tm) and not for it to be structurally good #because that can get real stressful real quick...#(pointedly looking away from my sad dads au which is 60k words and counting...)

23 notes · View notes

msookyspooky · 1 year

Text

Fours a Franchise

Part 6

wordcount: 7,502

(Sorry for the delay! Thanks for being patient guys!! 🖤🖤🖤)

"Oh my God…You seriously came here?"

Billy rubbed his wrist that you twisted as he stepped away from you. "Yeah, all because some moron decided coming back to this town was a good idea. If it isn't Stu picking the most dumbass choice humanly possible; it's you."

What he said didn't even faze you enough to reply. You just stared a moment longer. Taken aback by both of them.

Stu had hardly any piercings left. He surprisingly had his hair back to his natural color but in the same slightly spiked look he had a decade ago. Possibly a bit shorter than the last time you saw him to the point it looked more like teen Stu than you had seen since 96. No visible signs of aging at all. With you all only being 32 to 33 years old, that wasn't too shocking. He was wearing a white tank under a dark red button down shirt he rolled up his forearms. It strikingly reminded you of his robe he wore to the party 15 years ago. And then a simple dark pair of jeans and slightly pointed black boots. It was arguably the most 'grown up' you'd ever seen Stu dress while still adding his own flare.

Billy…Now Billy looked so different, it was no wonder you didn't recognize him at first. His hair wasn't as short as it was at Windsor but it was close. His natural waves were fluffy and soft looking as opposed to the oily or crunchy gelled strands near his face you were always used to seeing. He still had deep set eyes but his under eyes weren't nearly as dark or deep as they used to be. His facial hair was gone. He looked more filled out and healthy compared to the last time you saw him; sleep deprived and thinking cigarettes were food. His face was older too. No fine lines, just a more prominent jawline that looked like puberty hit him later in life than it did a guy like Stu. He truly looked different. It was such a stark contrast to the underweight, tired eyed, longer haired 23 year old you last saw. He was wearing a black jacket with a grayish blue t-shirt underneath and a pair of jeans with work boots.

"...You gonna get the gun out of our faces or what?" Billy demanded again, still holding his arm you twisted with an offended glare your way.

You kept it pointed, steading yourself. "...So obviously you both sent the note... Why? Why not just say it was you two over the phone?"

Stu shrugged with a half cringe half smirk. "And ruin the surprise of it all? Same scenario as the last time you saw us. You might not have even came if you knew it was us AND I'm leary of calling you up while you're here in town with Ray and Gale. We can't just wait around in the open so we decided on the note."

"That's understandable, I guess?..." You trailed off while you kept your gun aimed.

"And you calling the law is always a factor." Billy mumbled.

You bit at your inner cheek debating whether to say it. "...I told you both a long time ago; I'm not going to the law. If you both try something; I'll handle it myself…Besides, Woodsboro police aren't an option now."

"Why?" Stu asked. "I mean…Great news for us but why?"

"...Because Dewey is the Sheriff now." You gave, gun still aimed at both of them. "Informing him isn't exactly a great idea for any of us right now; not with this new killer stalking around town and all of us vulnerable."

Both their eyes widened a bit at that

Billy scoffed. "Sheriff? Who the hell voted him in?"

You shrugged with only your shoulders as your gun stayed pointed at them. "He's a town hero and he's dealt with these killers 3 times. He won in a landslide…Now why are both of you here after so long? Inviting me to an isolated Inn late at night with a killer on the loose is freaking dumb."

"Says the person that came out here; alone, at night, with a killer on the loose." Billy countered with a head tilt and raise of his brows.

"...Fair enough. But you think I just forgot my gun and knife and pepper spray at home at a time like this? I could've shot you both."

Billy's expression soured at the mention of your pepper spray. "What else were we supposed to do? Would you rather us just show up wherever you're staying at unannounced?" Billy took a step towards you and you cocked back the hammer with a 'click'.

"Back." You harshly drew out as he stopped mid step. "I don't know who this new killer is, I already fought them once, they seem just as deranged and violent as you two and I don't know your full motive for being here after all this time."

You raised the gun with a glare and he rolled his eyes, seeming completely unphased. "YN. If I wanted to fuck with you, I'd put the mask back on. If I wanted to kill you, I'd have my knife out…Do you see either of those things?"

You eyed him a moment but lowered it as Stu explained. "We had to do it this way, babe! We couldn't take the risk of putting our phoney names without knowing whether you told anyone or not. It's been a decade, alright? Cut us some slack here."

"...How did you find me in town anyways?"

"You're not exactly subtle in Woodsboro, babe. Just walk around and people instantly know where you are…Kind of nerve wracking being back here. I mean, anyone can recognize this priceless mug. I'm like a celebrity here now." Stu gestured to his face.

You raised a brow and lowered your gun more and more until finally just putting it away in your holster with a heavy sigh. Sensing no immediate danger from either of them. You replied. "Uh yeah, ya think? And aren't you anyways, I mean, considering how recognizable you are on that mov-"

Stu cringed and quickly shook his head at you behind Billy. Walking your way with a huge awkward grin the second Billy turned to look at him. "Uhh, hey! Sweetcheeks! It's really been too long. Don't I get a hug, girl?"

"Uh, no?" You mumbled with a disgusted expression.

"What? Why not?" Stu whined and went to go towards you again and you stepped away from him. Hand on the hilt of your gun still.

"After our conversation on the phone last night? Get bent."

Billy looked interested as Stu stared at you while you glared at him.

"Oh come on, don't be like that! I was just a little peeved is all but it doesn't mean we can't make the best of the situation. I didn't mean any of it! Seriously, your hair looks better in person-"

You gave him a nasty look as he raised a brow and gave you one right back.

"Hey, I could've ignored that call. I was in the middle of something. Actually, someone-" You rolled your eyes with a sneer as he continued. "I'm here now, so how about we drop it and you can show a bit of appreciation for us risking our asses to come back here, alright?"

You huffed at that, not agreeing but knowing you had no time to argue with him. "What made you change your mind is the most important question I have. I need a motive for all of this. Right now."

Billy folded his arms and finished for both of you. "I don't know Stu's motivation but I know mine. We're killing the killer before he kills you or outs us."

You looked at Stu for clarification and he shrugged. " I kind of called him up to see what he thought. We both decided to come back and lend a helping hand. I said we needed to just get here despite our issues and help you."

Billy shot him a look. "...I said 'no one is killing that bitch but me' but okay."

You gave them both an unamused stare and replied. "Yeah well, I don't know if you should be here now. Things have changed."

"Talk." Billy demanded.

"Fine. Me and Randy are already on the cop shit list for trying to make a break for it-"

"...Randy Meeks? That nerd is in trouble with the law?" Stu asked while blinking.

"Yeah, sort of. Dewey has officers watching the house 24/7 and following us while I'm legally not allowed to leave. The only reason I'm here right now is because they got distracted by Randy this time while I snuck out. So if cops do show up here; I didn't call them. It's because I'm being tracked all over Woodsboro."

Stu gave a strange look. "So…Are you still friends with him after all this time?"

Billy gave him a scowl. "Okay, stop talking-"

You interrupted him to answer Stu. "Not relevant but yes. I'm his kids' Godmother. So-"

"He has kids? Plural? Someone let him score multiple times?" Stu gave with a dumbfounded face.

"Twins. Married since 04. So anyways, I wasn't followed but I do have to be quick because I'm already being monitored. Not to mention Gale tracking me. She might have gave up reporting to be Mrs. Riley but she still can find a story out of thin air and she's determined now more than ever to prove Dewey and everybody wrong-"

Stu huffed. "Mrs. Riley? Damn! How much did we fucking miss?"

Billy shook his head. "Okay! We don't have time for this shit!… What's going on? Who are the suspects? What do we need to know?"

You quickly informed him. "Evidence was put in the trunk of my rental car as soon as I got here, making it so I can't leave. 2 girls were killed the way you both killed Casey and Steve. One girl last night like Tatum was..." You almost faltered at the mention of Tatum but released a breath and continued. "My assistant had her throat slit and thrown onto a van in front of the hospital last night. Like Kenny; Gale's Cameraman."

Billy took it in and asked. "Leads?"

"We don't know. It couldn't have been me, Randy, Randy's Wife, Dewey or Gale because we all are present when these kills keep happening." Stu opened his mouth and you grimaced. "And PLEASE do not say partners because if I hear the partner thing one more time my head will fucking explode."

"ACTUALLY...I was going to ask how the victims are related to each other, YN."

"Oh…Olivia was…" You trailed off, unsure how much they should know. Especially with Jill being Sidney's cousin. "They're all seniors at Woodsboro High School except for Rebecca. We can't tie anything together other than they're copying kills."

"Think they'll kill tonight?" Stu mumbled to Billy.

Billy clicked his tongue in thought. "Depends. If they're an impatient teen eager to carve their name into this town; they will. If they're playing the long game, they might skip a night or two to get red herrings…Not too long or they'll get caught." Billy answered matter of factly.

Stu added. "If they're copying us; they'll kill soon. A big one. One that's going to distract people just like you did with the Principal while I entertained my party. Probably just so they can get to YN while everyone's busy."

You frowned. "But they're not killing in order. So we have no idea when the 'final kill' is going to happen or who. They act like I'm not the main target-"

"They're lying." Billy interrupted before looking at Stu. "...So, we do the same shit we did a decade ago. Follow YN from the shadows without getting caught and see who fucks up…Agreed?"

He looked at you and you nodded. What other choice was there?

Stu shrugged. "So…What? We just wait here? Twiddle our thumbs and wait?"

Billy stared Stu down. "Believe me. I'm not happy being around you either after all these years of oeace but this shit needs to be taken care of. Fast."

You almost asked if they really hadn't talked in 10 years but stopped yourself. You quickly went to the door before they could argue.

"The cops will be looking for me any moment if they aren't out already. So Stu, can you text me Billy's number later?"

Stu looked offended. "Why do you need his number? I can be the middleman."

"Don't start this territorial bullshit again, Stu. " Billy mumbled. "...Here. Give me your phone."

You hesitated and Billy impatiently held out his hand. You went to contacts and gave it to him before he typed it in. He handed it back to you as you saw the name 'Vincent's Mechanic Shop'.

"Just tell people I'm a mechanic you go to for car troubles; if anyone asks."

You nodded…You secretly wanted to stay longer and ask questions just as much as Stu tried to earlier but you knew it was a giant risk if you did so. "Thanks…I'll text you both more details later-"

"No texting. Call only." Billy corrected.

You sighed. "I get the reason, but Billy, cell phone companies can recover calls now-"

Stu chimed in. "Then we'll just use code! Like…'Pizza' if there's a kill. 'Extra cheese' if it's someone we know. 'Delivery is on the Way' if a suspect is near you- "

Billy rolled his eyes. "Yeah her texting her mechanic about pizza isn't strange at all."

You anxiously got near the door knowing it had been past 5 minutes talking to them. "Look, I don't have time for this! We'll call when we're alone and discuss it as vaguely as we can over the phone-"

"Wait. Where are you staying?" Billy asked.

You faltered with your hand on the door.

Billy sighed with an eyeroll. "...YN. If it's at Dewey's or Randy's; I'm not going after them. Why would I risk getting caught killing those 3 after 15 years when we have bigger problems? Besides, it's not a huge town and I grew up here. Not hard to find people."

You remembered Hollywood. Them sleep deprived and mentioning killing Randy and Dewey just to 'make sure' they weren't the killers. How he said the same thing AT FIRST until time went by and they got more impatient and soon they went back to being the two you fought in Highschool; eager to kill anyone from Woodsboro no matter the cost.

You opened the door as Billy yelled your name and simply told him. "I'll call you or you call me." With that, you got out of the room.

You quickly got to your car as fast as you could. Not even giving yourself a moment to breathe as you opened the door and jumped into the jeep to avoid someone slashing your ankles under the car. You locked all the doors and started the jeep to get out of there. But you quickly remembered and whipped around. Not forgetting the horror rule of looking in your backseat. Seeing it was empty before putting your car into reverse to back out and drive out of that parking lot to get back to Randy as soon as possible.

Meanwhile…You didn't notice someone watching you leave…They sat in the driver's seat of an unmarked dark vehicle across the street. Holding up their phone and snapping pictures of you leaving the motel.

They waited till you were half way down the block before they cautiously followed you.

✦

You pulled the jeep onto the curb and opened your door to rush out in park before you even turned the engine all the way off. There you were, rushing up the sidewalk to the front door and cursing that you forgot Randy had the house key with him.

'FUCK!' You thought as you started picking up odd colored rocks and looking under flower pots on the porch. You looked up and your fingers skimmed the top of the door as you stood on your tiptoes. You almost lost hope, trying to think of what to tell Randy before you felt it. A relieved grin formed as you got the extra key from deep behind the doors paneling and unlocked…You turned the key and opened the door right when headlights pulled into the driveway.

You turned around to see Randy pulling in and the cops pulled in down the street. Too late to rush in and act like you were never out here.

Randy got out, carrying a bag in one hand and his keys in the other as he gave you an odd smile. "Uh, watchya doing?"

You forced a smile, trying to calm your nerves. You white knuckled the steering wheel the entire way back and then broke into a sweat trying to find a spare key. Heart sinking at how ungodly close of a call that was as you slipped the spare key in your pocket and swore you'd put it back later. If anyone found out you left, that you went to a motel, that you were meeting two guys there undetected during a murder, that those two guys were the original Woodsboro Killers that actually lived? You might as well kiss your entire existence goodbye.

"Oh j-just waiting on you." You smiled, clutching your arms as a cool breeze blew. "Just thought I'd get some fresh air while I wait. "

"You're sweating??" He muttured.

"Yeah it's why I came out here…You know, just to feel the fall breeze."

Randy gave you a head tilt and scolding expression. "Jeez, you could've turned down the thermostat; I wouldn't mind. Anything's better than outside, alone, at night. Have you learned nothing?!"

"I know, I know! But the street lights are on and it's like 9 so it's not like it's a bustly party or pitch black or 3 in the morning! Besides, I have a weapon."

Randy sighed and opened the door. "Yeah well, one day, maybe that gun won't save you. Just be careful, alright?"

You felt guilty because if he had any clue just how much you've been pushing your safety and luck all these years and just did not even 10 minutes ago; he'd be distraught.

"I will…"

✦

You sat on the couch almost 2 hours after he got back. Randy passed out in the chair from the lack of sleep the night before and had Trick R Treat playing in the background on the tv. Randy complained the Sci Fi channel was severely lacking with reruns already and probably wouldn't even play Horror or Sci Fi Horror during Halloween in the next year or two. 'No wonder streaming is taking over! Who wants to pay cable bills to watch the same 3 movies over and over again?' He grumbled as he put it on earlier. He fell asleep 10 minutes ago while it was almost at the transformation scene.

You were tired too and you wanted to just shut your eyes and forget anything the last few days ever happened. Just mentally shut down and shut your brain off…But you couldn't. You couldn't just ignore the picture of yourself or the very intimate letter burning a hole in your pocket. You couldn't ignore Billy and Stu being alive and back in town and the angst it brought with them. You couldn't ignore the fact you just fired your publisher that you signed your life away to just for her to come up dead and now your future if you survived was like a clean slate. You couldn't ignore how nice it felt to be watching movies with Randy or having coffee with Gale or late night talks with Dewey and it took another killer to do it. Most of all, you couldn't ignore the fact another killer was on the loose and one of you may not be here to see tomorrow if the killer striked soon.

You sighed as you felt your phone vibrate. Getting it off your lap on the blanket you were wrapped in and looking at it to see it was almost midnight. You scrunched your face to see a text.

'Whenever you get the chance can you call me it's about that car part you ordered last week.'

It took you a few moments to register who the hell Vincent was and what he was talking about. Once you did, you instantly sat up a bit. You looked over to Randy, still passed out and snoring with the tv a little too loud.

You didn't want to risk going outside. So instead, you slowly sat up. Inching off the couch and pushing the blanket to the side. Randy made a noise and you froze before you saw him toss his head to the side and continue sleeping. You settled back down and got up. Before you even dared get too distracted; you checked the front door, the windows, went down the hall to the kids rooms, Randy and Karla's. You even checked the bathroom and every closet in the small house. Just to make sure the coast was clear and you could at least go to the garage to talk without something happening to Randy while you were talking. You finally checked the back door, making sure it was locked and jiggling the handle a bit just to satisfy your own sense of security before creeping to the garage. It was the best choice. The big door near impossible for it to open from the outside without a remote or severe damage that you could get help in time. Making it the safest spot. It may not have been as safe as in Randy and Karla's room or the kids room or bathroom but that was just a stone throw away from Randy. At least this was safer than outside but far enough away you could talk low and be relatively unheard.

You didn't fully shut the door from the kitchen leading to the garage; wanting to still be aware of Randy and the house as you left it cracked just enough to peer into the living room where the tv and chair were.

You settled on the step infront of the door and locked at your phone. You hesitated pressing the call button…That stupid letter shouldn't have changed anything or seeing him tonight. The fight you had with him 10 years ago and the terms you both parted ways on should be the only thing on your mind. That and getting this new killer.

You faltered with a frown before taking a deep breath and just doing it.

It took only two rings before he picked up.

"Yeah?"

"Vince, did something go wrong with that car part?" You cautiously asked in some vague code.

"I'm alone. We can talk."

You nodded, and still spoke in hushed tones. "Yeah, so am I. I'm still calling you Vince…Because you know and not talking about…The past."

"Far enough. It's not the cold war; I highly doubt every call is monitored by the Government or some shit like that. But good job for being cautious. "

"With the murders and me being a suspect, victim and apparently a material witness? It wouldn't shock me if everything is bugged right now." You mumbled while eyeing the garage.

"I would've thought you'd be used to the attention by now and everyone dissecting your every word and watching your every move. I can't turn on my damn tv anymore without seeing your face on it. "

"...Not really. Truth be told, I hate it most of the time."

"Most? So there is a part of you that likes it."

You gave a slight bitter smirk that faded to a frown. "I mean, I don't have to work a 9 to 5. I get to travel. I make decent money. I feel like a complete asshole complaining to anyone because of those 3 reasons."

"Hey, you are an asshole. Hasn't stopped your mouth before." He said as you heard a breeze over the phone from him outside. You sensed no malice in his tone, in fact, if you didn't know any better you'd say he was…Teasing. He continued in a low mumble. "But it's not your job to make people feel better about their shitty lives by censoring your own issues. Life can suck no matter how perfect everything seems from the outside."

You gave a slight nod to yourself. "Yeah…I guess sometimes they can."

You wanted to ask him so much. Details about his life, what his past was really like now that the facade was gone, what he had been doing all this time …The letter.

You paused your thoughts, reminding yourself of the situation. "Listen, Randy is asleep in the other room and I don't want to get caught. So we probably should make this quick whatever you called me about."

"We will. I just wanted to talk without a time crunch and without space cadet interrupting every few seconds...But if you are caught, as far as anyone's concerned, I'm the mechanic for your car asking about a part and we got sidetracked talking about what's happening in Woodsboro with these murders… Although…Not to be like stupid earlier and get off topic but I gotta admit I'm surprised."

"By what?"

"That he got married to someone that wasn't you." He quietly gave. He hesitated as you listened intently. "...Would've thought he would have been crawling back to you by now. That he was your little background husband waiting on the sidelines while you did interviews for your book. Maybe even with one or two little Meeklings running around your lavish home when you got back."

You softly huffed in amusement. "Seriously? No, that wasn't going to happen. I still live at that cabin and Randy lives here where the rest of his family is. Besides, Karla is stunning. Ray adores her and the feeling must be mutual. They're all over each other, it's kind of gross." You joked.

"I would say I don't believe it but then again I was shocked he apparently pulled you at Windsor. So I don't know what that guy has up his sleeve but something is working for him…I take it you're both not flirting with each other anymore? It drove…'Dennis' nuts." He corrected the name.

"We weren't flirting just trying to annoy each other."

"Well, whatever you call it, I'm sure you're boyfriend or husband or whatever is glad that Meek Geek has someone else to drool over."

You shook your head with a weird smirk. "Uhh…There's no man or anyone romantically in my life…Are you asking-"

"NO." He answered harshly. "That simp I'm bunking with was wanting to know. Not me."

You lightly rolled your eyes. "So you weren't a little curious with all this probing?"

"Nope. Just small talk."

You sighed and muttured. "No, I'm single and childless. I haven't even considered anyone since Mark."

"...The Detective?" He asked in a soft tone.

You hummed in response, frowning to yourself as you whispered. "It's for the best. People close to me get hurt. They die…Marriage and kids and that life Randy picked or even what Dewey and Gale got to have was never in my cards. You said it yourself last time we saw each other."

The line was silent for a few moments. "...I mean…That was like a decade ago. Things change..."

"Yeah and look what happened? Ten years later and someone is trying to kill me and anyone close to me again." You bitterly gave.

"...Not if I have to be here. I don't care about Randy or Dewey or anyone else but you're not dying on their blade. Not after this much effort." He grumbled.

You almost thought it was chivalry for just a split second, getting sidetracked by how smooth of a conversation this was…But it wasn't long till his words sunk in that you were just territory and the final prize to his kill count. Then you remembered just because he was being sort of pleasant didn't mean he was some old friend to catch up with…Your smile faded and a frown replaced it as you remembered who EXACTLY you were talking to. This wasn't Randy or Mark or Derek or some other old fling or old friend…This was a guy that's choked you, hit you, tried to kill you 3 times, threatened to kill everyone you loved and claimed he was 'helping you' after not seeing each other for 10 years…Lest you forget the names of your dead friends and potential dead friends in that letter and the idea of ever being with him just to not know what he had done. If him and Stu hadn't panicked and tried to kill you before the party, you would have been unaware…If you would have promised to go while walking with Billy; that rainy night at your house would've never happened. You would have gone to the party, been stabbed nearly to death, everyone dead but you and those two…And they would have gotten away with it.

You put your fingers to your mouth in thought as he spoke. You sighed warily and tried to settle onto the concrete step near the door to take a seat. "...Why did you call me?"

"…What do you think?" He replied under his breath.

You looked up in thought and whispered back. "What more is there to talk about? Some maniac is trying to replicate the Woodsboro Murders from 15 years ago."

He paused before drawing out. "...There's gotta be something. Four people are dead and you're telling me there's no leads?"

You rolled your mouth and ran a hand over your face. "Well…Their goal is to keep me here. Before I went to Olivia's house to try and help her across the street, I got a call on her phone…Something about them watching me crash and burn and telling me I'm not as important as I think I am."

You heard him give an unamused chuckle a bit at that. "Jealousy and seeking Fame. Not shocking. They're after the same shit Roman was after. Or maybe even that fuckhead at Windsor. "

You hesitated, almost wanting to ask him more about Roman like how the hell did the talk of murder happen or what happened exactly but you decided it was best not to. Especially on the phone in your current location.

He continued. "Well, we have a motive. You're the survivor, the famous author, the walking talking all American motivational speech and they can't stand it. They kill you, they get famous for your murder."

You raised your brows a bit. "Wow. That makes sense...God. Don't these fuckers get tired? I'm so sick of this being my life every few years all because of what happened. Kind of wish I would have died with Sidney and Tatum if I knew I'd be dealing with this for the rest of my fucking life." You mumbled under your breath with a deep hopeless feeling in your chest.

The line grew extremely silent at that as he cleared his throat. "...Yeah well…Didn't happen. Now, you're gonna have to buck up and get in survival mode till we find the fucker doing this…Gale?"

You shrugged and let your shoulders sag with a sigh. "A decade ago I would say yes but she's been on her best behavior."

"Oh, and what's that?"

"Well, she limits her insults to only one a day per person. She's got a better arsenal of witty comebacks than you do." You joked and you knew he was rolling his eyes. "And she gave up journalism for writing fiction."

"Pft, of what?"

"I don't know, like, fictional murder stories? She's not written too much. Besides, she's never been out of sight while a kill has happened."

"Doesn't fully convince me. In my very qualified opinion; she's a suspect. I'd say she's too old and a female but...But after...Mom...Anyone is a suspect now."

You felt your brows knit together at him being willing to talk about his Mom, even mention her. Yes, it was over a decade but it was also Billy. You were taken aback to say the least.

He continued. "Middle aged woman past her prime. Built her entire life around her career just to sell it off to be Doofus's wife. That's punishment enough. Then add salt to the wound with you being half her age, famous, and a talented author that can out write her when writing stories used to be her job and she clearly can't even do that anymore…Prime suspect. Same as 10 years ago."

You blinked repeatedly at that, softly asking with a slight smirk. "Wow, high praise...You…almost sound like you've read my book?"

The line was silent before he answered harshly. "No. I just know you must be good enough to be famous, conceited. Besides, people will read anything if it has enough promising awful details about a person's life."

You felt your features sag as you monotoned. "Yeah, you might actually be right. My assistant really sold my soul to the whole 'victim for life' message…She basically told me what to write and here I am! So apparently Gale's problem is people don't feel sorry enough for her. Me? All people have to hear is my name and suddenly the murders are all they know and how much I lost and all I get is sympathetic looks my way."

"Oh my God, shut up." He groaned out.

You scrunched your face in confusion at his tone. "What??"

"YN. Seriously, there's nothing more pathetic than someone wallowing in self pity. It's bad enough people pity you without you pitying yourself. I don't know how Randy or Dewey talk to you but I can't stand that whiny bullshit."

You bristled at that. "Oh, self pity. Yeah okay, I'm sure you never ever felt bad for yourself. It was just your entire reason to…Do what you did in the past. Besides, may I remind you WHO made my life like this?"

"Yep. What? You gonna just cry about it for the next 40 years IF you live that long?"

"It's not crying, it's a fact! It's my life. I can't just turn the trauma off! It's daily! You act like my entire life wasn't built around this and what two jackasses did to me." You tried so hard to keep your voice down.

"Because you let it be your life. You use it as a crutch, YN. Because you're scared and living in the 'poor me' mindset is easier than getting through it and living a normal life."

You scoffed louder than you meant to. "Who the hell do you think you are? We haven't spoke in years and you think you know me well enough to give life advice?"

"I'm not arguing with you. Drop it. Pity yourself and be the victim forever. Who gives a shit?"

"You're a fine one to talk about pity! ALL of this was because you made yourself out to be the victim 15 years ago-"

"You ever think maybe I'm speaking to you from experience, dipshit? That I've been down that road before you were? I was sleeping in abandoned buildings and numbing the pain with anything I could because I was so caught up in my unnamed past and my current situation. Believe me, I'm well aware that years ago I was a fucking mess." He hissed out. "And I'm telling you from personal experience to not let that shit eat you alive and delude yourself into thinking it's who you are and all you fucking have because life is going to keep going whether you like it or not and the only thing keeping you in the past is you. Randy seemed to move on. Dewey did. Gale did….Dennis has. I have. Even if you did go through more shit than Randy or Dewey or Gale did; how long before its all just a bunch of excuses?"

You were taken aback by the conversation…Not really having a conversation like this since you were teenagers. Maybe not even then. Your shoulders untensed as the line was silent…You faltered but just openly said it. "It's not the same because you created this; I just tried to survive. Let's drop it, alright? My life is my life and your life is yours to live however the fuck we both want."

He scoffed at your tone but agreed. "Fine by me. I want to solve this and go back to my life without you two anyways…You said your publicist died and you had evidence planted in your rental car?" He changed the subject.

"Uh huh." You monotoned with a scowl.

"And she was the one with keys to your rental, right?"

"Yep."

"That's where the evidence was found and that isn't suspicious to you? She could have faked her death like that one crazy bitch at Windsor did."

"Yeeaahhh…She was thrown onto a van from a 5th story building parking garage and her throat was slit approximately 30 minutes or so before that…So either she's the best actress and stunt woman to ever live or she's dead."

Your eyes trailed over to the crack in the door and you jolted. Gasping sharply and almost dropping the phone as you saw a dark figure standing next to Randy's chair. You saw the silver knife glimmering in their hand. They bent over the chair and you instantly ran. Leaving your phone and Billy on the other line on the garage step. You ran through the kitchen as you reached into your pocket, towards the open but dark living room with your pocket knife as the figure turned around.

You froze as the figure was revealed to be Randy who yelped at you rushing towards him with a knife. He jumped back in alarm as you froze in the doorway. Realizing the dark figure in the dim room was him in his black pajamas bending over the chair with the silver remote in his hand.

….You faltered. You swore you saw a a cloaked figure and possibly a mask…Maybe it was just your eyes playing tricks on you?...

"FUCK YN! " He yelled out, almost falling backwards over the reclining chair as you held the knife up a few feet away. His eyes were huge and his face contorted in fear and shock. "What the hell are you doing?! It's me!"

You swallowed and quickly put the knife down. You gave him an apologetic look. "I-I'm sorry! I thought…I thought you were the killer!"

"No!" He scoffed, giving you a wary look. "Jesus…"

"I said I'm sorry!"

"Well get some sleep to rest your eyes or something!...When's the last time you've taken your medication?"

You glared at him. "Randy, I haven't seen any hallucinations in years and haven't taken it since."

"...You sure?"

"Yes! I'm fine. You're right, I'm just tired." You mumbled, putting a hand on your forehead and your knife away.

"What were you doing anyways? I got up and you were gone. I thought you were in the bathroom or something."

You closed your eyes and motioned to the garage. "It's fine, I was just…" Your eyes snapped open. "Crap." You ran back to the garage as fast as you could through the kitchen and then through the door. You heard Billy yelling your name on the other line and you quickly hung up.

You whipped around to see Randy behind you in the kitchen giving you a strange look. "Were you… Talking to someone?"

"Uhh- Yeah, my mechanic." You breathlessly exclaimed before trying to calm down and play it off.

"At midnight??"

"Yeah, my car is in the shop and he had a question about the part. That's all."

He raised a brow. "I thought I heard talking over the werewolf scene…Who is he?"

You forced your way past him, palms sweating and body tense. "No one! Just some mechanic."

Randy smirked knowingly. "Uh huh. Look, if you have someone-"

"I don't."

"I mean, you seem a little flustered over just a mechanic." He mused. "If it's half true and he IS a mechanic filling more than your oil-"

"Randy!" You snapped meaner than what you wanted. Frustrated he was taking your tense demeanor as being flustered and even more frustrated on the fact you had to lie to him. "...I'm not talking to anyone romantically, okay?" You drew out.

"Okay! Just a joke. Besides, if you were, they'd definitely be a suspect...But other than that, it's okay if you were! I'd be glad if you found a partner!" You were silent and Randy's brow rose upward as he gave you a concerned look. "YN…Are you okay? You've been acting strange since we went to Billy's house today…Actually, even earlier than that like since I talked to Karla on the phone at the coffee shop. I came back and your entire demeanor changed."

You felt guilt weighing on you. Guilt you hadn't felt since Hollywood. You forced a soft smile. "I'm fine, really. I'm sorry for freaking out. I guess the stress is getting to me more than I thought."

He eyed you, clearly not convinced but accepted it. "Well try to get some sleep. Do you need me to sleep in the chair or-?" You noticed him wince when he moved his neck a certain way and you instantly smiled and shook your head.

"No, I'm fine. Go to your bed and get some sleep."

"Okay, if you insist. I'd offer for you to bunk with me but it's a full and we've been looking for a Queen and-"

You held up a hand. "Ray, it's fine. Really. No offense but I'm not waking up tomorrow to you laying on me with morning breath. I have enough of that at home when I wake up with Cherri wanting outside."

He quirked a sideways grin and stretched to walk away. "Alright, alright. Get some sleep…And I swear to god if I wake up to you hallucinating and hovering over me with a knife-"

"Good night, Ray!" You called out. "Besides, you have PTSD too so how do I know you aren't going to do that to me?"

He mumbled incoherently under a yawn and went to his room. You smiled and waited a second before looking at your phone to see a very not so pleasant text message from your 'mechanic'

'if your not dead fucking answer me'

Any 'code' or 'ambiguous' texting rules flew out the window. Followed by a few colorful insults as you cringed texted back.

'Sorry! False alarm I couldn't call you back because of Randy being in the room'

You expected a text back but got nothing. You rolled your eyes and flopped onto the couch.

"Whatever…" You whispered under your breath as you looked at your phone and sat it on the table. You curled up with the blanket, staring at it.

Deepdown inside….Talking to Billy and Stu when they weren't complete assholes was missed. It hurt knowing when this was all over Randy and Dewey would go back to acting like you were some distant relative they saw here and there instead of the supposed best friend and found little sister you were to them. You knew people got busy but the more you thought about it...You had been the one to text or call them the last few times and you were touring the country for book signings.

'Stop. They love you. Life just gets ahead of people, that's all...Maybe after this we can work on being there for each other more? Nothing like a funeral to bring the family together.' You smiled slightly remembering Randy said that at Windsor.

You closed your eyes with an exhale through your nostrils. Frowning and curling into the blanket with your knife under your pillow and gun in its box on the floor next to the couch…No matter how much you were cherishing movie nights with just you and Randy like old times or that talk with Dewey in this living room or even that extremely rare slightly pleasant conversation with Billy and no Ghostface voice, threats, screaming insults or potential kill…You still couldn't wait to get the person responsible for all of this and settle it once and for all.

#im alive! just a bunch of stuff making me busy irl 🥴😒#scream #stu macher #billy loomis #yn fanfiction #she her yn #yn fanfic #scream x yn #polyghostface #scream 4 #fours a franchise

87 notes · View notes