sammy and his pretty little wife are so cute. you drive him totally mad.
sammy had dogs growing up. golden retrievers, labs, a pitt bull for a week, before his dad gave it away. however, this, is something else. sammy's childhood dogs, slept outside, in the dog house. at most, they slept downstairs, in their crate. they were trained. good dogs. a man's best friend.
the exact opposite, of the tasmanian devil you brought home to him. a long haired golden mini dachshund. what good is a mini dachshund? not even big enough to fight off any intruders.
you tell him you've named her waffle. he should've said no. in fact, he did say no. then you started, with the kisses, and the sweet talk. he can't deny his baby. he tries and always fails.
waffle, is nothing but trouble. he's got a wife and a dog for trouble. trouble. trouble. trouble. it seems to follow him wherever he goes. the dog is more spoiled than you are. he's pretty sure you bought her a leash with swarovski crystals in it. he can't prove it yet, but he's waiting for the credit statement to come in. he just knows it.
it started off small. little things. but little things pile up overtime.
first, there's toys all over the stairs. he falls halfway down the stairs, grabbing onto the railing for some stability. it's one of his first weekends off in forever. "honey!" he yells on his ass. a pink chew bone is in his peripheral, the object of his current demise. "your dog is leaving shit on the stairs!"
you slip out of bed, rubbing sleep out of your eyes, waffle padding behind you. "what's wrong baby?" you push down the stairs groggy.
sammy is seething. his teeth are gritted. "waffle," he starts with vitriol, "left one of her chew bones on the damn stairs."
you help him up from his ass, not that he needed your assistance. though clearly, he could take a chill pill. you kiss his cheek. "morning baby."
he exhales heavily from his nose, "honey did you hear me? almost fell down the stairs and died. you would've had a vegetable for a husband."
"mm," you grunt. "glad you're still with us." you press a chaste kiss to his lips. "what do you want for breakfast?" you don't give him a chance to answer, before you walk down to the kitchen.
then, she started getting up on the couch. she'd tried it before. little jumps here and there. she'd landed on her back a few times. sammy, always rushes to her rescue. scooping her up in his arms rubbing her back. he heard somewhere minis have sensitive backs.
"you really gotta stop doing that." he talks to her, in full fledged conversation.
he never thinks, she'll actually find her way up to the couch. that's ridiculous. the little thing doesn't weigh more than ten pounds. but then, you got her a ramp. sammy thinks it's one of your little gadgets or something. he barely pays it attention till he sees it in action.
he's watching the game. you're cooking up some dinner. not a bad way to end the night. waffle comes waltzing into the living room, strutting her way up the ramp and onto the couch. she finds her way onto sammy's lap. he's not paying attention. at first he thinks it's a stray throw pillow. you're always decorating the house. that is until he hears a whining in his lap. he looks down and he can't believe it.
"honey," he calls over. "your dog's on the couch." he nurses his beer.
you don't even peer over from the kitchen. "yeah baby," you say casually. "she does that from time to time. just rub under her chin." sammy rolls his eyes. his finger runs under the golden girl's chin, tickled by her baby whiskers.
"she shouldn't be on the couch, honey." he calls over, though still stroking the baby.
"babe," you say ignoring the subject all together. "you want quinoa or rice tonight? the chicken should be done soon."
sammy squeezes his nose bridge. "quinoa's good baby." he calls back to you.
then, you pushed him to the edge. he was fine with her sleeping in your room. though, that defeats the purpose of a dog. since, they're supposed to guard the home, she should be downstairs. in a crate. but, you begged and begged to keep her upstairs. sammy just can't deny you. he never tells you no, even if he ends up shooting himself in the foot.
you'd set up a portion of the room for her. a little bed with her name monogrammed into it. she's got some blankets. even a few toys, in her area. the squeaking in the middle of the night drives him crazy. but he can ignore it, when you cuddle up into him in the middle of the night. your soft skin ontop of his.
it's fine. it's fine. that's all he keeps telling himself.
he comes home late one night. it's been a long shift. he missed you. he can't wait to just lay down and snuggle. he's slipped off his work shoes, tie's already loosened, buttons half undone. you'll be mad in the morning he didn't take a shower before he got in bed, but none of that matters now, as the sleep deprivation is slowly taking over his body.
sammy lifts up the covers and slips into bed. he goes to wrap an arm around you, and his arm is met with a stripe wetness. his face is filled with confusion. "what the fuck?" he's then met with a warm nuzzle. "i swear to god."
can't a man lay in bed with his wife in peace? clearly not.
"sammy?" you ask, the fog still in your voice from a good rest. "how was work?" you lean over for a kiss. he presses one to you.
"fine," he says. "dog's in the bed baby." he sighs. "she's in between the two of us. we're not gonna be able to cuddle."
"waffle keeps me safe," your hand goes to lay atop of his round stomach. "someone's got my back when you're not here. she missed you almost as much as i did."
"what about her bed?" sammy's trying to find an out. he wants to hold his wife tonight. that's all he wants.
"sammy," you whine. "i'm tired. got a pilates class in the morning." sammy sighs. he closes his eyes, trying his best to sleep off his agitation.
it doesn't help once you start dressing her. sammy's never seen such a thing. waffle's jumping up his leg and she's got some pink sweater on. sammy's scratching her head, while telling her down. girl doesn't listen anyway. he doesn't know why he bothers. you're getting ready to go out in the bathroom, putting some makeup on.
"baby," he's calling you over. "waffle's got some clothes on. i've never seen a dog with clothes baby."
you walk on out, with a matching sweater. your husband, cannot, believe you. "yeah hon, we're going to the dog park. we're matching!" you scoop your pretty girl up in your arms. "do we look cute?" you hold the puppy up to your face. "we're practically twins."
sammy shakes his head with a smile on his face. "very cute baby. the cutest girls," he grabs his phone to take a picture. "smile for the camera, hon." you pose for him and he snaps the photo.
on fridays, you bring sammy lunch. every friday without fail, he knows you'll be at the station with something for him.
he'd been working a case, hyper focused. you step to his desk, paper lunch bag in hand. you've got your purse on your shoulder. "made you a hoagie today baby," you place the bag on his desk. his back is still turned to you in his desk chair. he's typing something up for a case file. "had a little help from a friend."
sammy swivels around. he gets up from the leather stuffed memory foam to give you a kiss. to his surprise, he hears a bark. a bark.
"baby don't tell me," he raises a brow at you.
nate is watching from his desk, soda cup raised to his lip. "lovers quarrel," he utters to the desk next to him.
"ok," you smile. " so i won't tell you." waffle peaks her head out of your purse, tongue flopping out of her mouth.
"we've got a future k9 applicant up in the station bryant," nate teases. he pulls the burger to his mouth, chuckling through the beef.
sammy whips his head to him, face visibly scolding him. it bears no weight over his partner. "she missed you," you tell him. you bat your eyes. it's your eyes. always your eyes, makes him weak everytime.
sammy attempts to frown. he can't. you make his heart go a million miles a minute. "yeah, i missed my girls too." he reaches over to scratch her head. waffles body relaxes under his touch.
"sammy boy's whipped," nate chuckles.
"yeah yeah," sammy sighs to the unrelenting jeers of his partner.
sammy bryant x moretta! reader were her dad, sammy’s partner had her a bit too young so he wasn’t a present father. but now he’s trying to fix it as he’s older and more mature now, even though reader is an adult he still wants to parent her and take care of her, so she lives with them while she’s in community college.
he has his new family and reader hates him because if he can be a good dad and change now that means he was always capable of changing and being a good dad and she wasn’t worth it <\3
what better way to get back at him then to fuck his partner who’s been sleeping on their couch after he split with his wife ?
sammy bryant x moretta! reader were her dad, sammy’s partner had her a bit too young so he wasn’t a present father. but now he’s trying to fix it as he’s older and more mature now, even though reader is an adult he still wants to parent her and take care of her, so she lives with them while she’s in community college.
he has his new family and reader hates him because if he can be a good dad and change now that means he was always capable of changing and being a good dad and she wasn’t worth it <\3
what better way to get back at him then to fuck his partner who’s been sleeping on their couch after he split with his wife ?
I luv ur writing sm i cannot wait for part two of ghostface rabbot omgggg ꉂ(˵˃ ᗜ ˂˵)
tyyyy !!
i def wanna work on part 2 soon, im free most of next week so im hoping to work on it then. im def a little shy abt writing smut so im still hyping myself up for it lmao 😭😭
i also have a vision for a whitsantos (they’re platonic w eachother obi) as ghostface as well if that’s what the fans wanna see
"It's a scream, baby" was so damn good! Like Robby and Jack fit in that Billy and Stu roles so well (respectively)! Scream is one of my fave movies and the fic just fit the vibe so damn well
omfg thank you sm !!
i originally wanted to make it a lot longer so there will def be part 2 and i would loveeee to give them maybe like a chase scene. i think that would be so fun to write. i wanted to make them silly and a little clumsy like ghostface but still very capable medical students and giving them a motive and of getting to practice operations and helping out reader.
my friend was proof reading and was like “they don’t talk in the mask” and i was just like “well they’re a little stupid and don’t really know how to be a serial killer anyway”
lmk what you think for part 2, im always open to thoughts and convos !!
brendon park drives one handed and uses his free hand to keep your legs uncrossed and in front of you in the passenger seat to reduce the likelihood of shattering your legs in the event of a car crash btw
Happilymarried!Pope who makes everything a onesided competition on who treats their wife best. He just wants to brag how he kisses the ground u walk on because how are they criminals but Cath has to work at a bar??? Uh uh not Pope's wife, she's lapping up the sun by the pool in their house or busy spending his money around, not a care in the damn world hair done nails done in a cute lil car...his card has never graced the leather of his wallet cause its always in her purse
oh my gosh yes, absolutely. oh he's so husband ohhhh i'm sick!! i especially love this with ditzy, bimbo!reader <3 i got a little carried away but it's andrew so it fits! :)
everyone's at the house waiting for dinner to be made, just standing around and chatting. it's hot, bordering on nauseating humidity, and all andrew wants to do is see his pretty wife before dinner. he needs alone time, quiet time in his old room to just sit and gaze at you as you chatter.
but now? andrew's engaged in a mindless conversation with craig, hearing him drone on about his latest hook-up while he stands with his hands on his hips nervously. you're due at smurf's house at any minute, a promise you made as you laid out on the beachfront of your home, waving at andrew as he got in his truck to meet up with the boys earlier that day.
he couldn't stop himself from kissing you. he was 15 minutes late. big fuckin' deal. andrew's family knew he needed his "you time".
deran's cooking tonight, much to pope's chagrin, and the cody's are all a bit anxious to eat the food. "oh no i literally have the pizza place down the block on speed dial" j expresses in between sips of his beer, before deran angrily chimes in from inside the house "jokes on you, dickhead, i catered."
baz sits on a lounger with cath, holding her to his side as he talks to j about an upcoming job. she's sticky with bar-soda stains and exhausted with the sheer movement of a work ethic. staring down at her ring, she runs her thumb over the diamond, wondering how life could've been different. her eyes flicker over to the oldest cody, and she can remember a time when she'd always find him looking back at her. but that hasn't happened in a long time. her shoulders crack with resignation and envy.
a horn honking, a happy squeal from the driveway, and andrew's straightening up his miserable stance. the thick gummy sole of his jordans rub against the concrete as he, quite literally, walks away from craig mid conversation. "bro-" craig shrugs, turning to look at baz in confusion as baz smiles "his girls home bro, you lost him the second the tires pulled in the driveway." craig stomps into the house, but he's not really angry, never could be at pope, "fucker has super hearing, man"
andrew walks to the driveway, shoulders losing their hunch the closer he gets to your bubblegum pop music and toothy smile. it's hard for andrew to smile, he'd often tell you, late in the dark of your bedroom, "'it's like it hurts a bit. hurts my face, i guess" but right now? his smile is beaming; crooked, endearing teeth on display with a light flush. it's probably because his brothers are inside, he never liked smiling with his teeth before you.
"andy!!" you cheer, wide smile and bouncing in lightly between your left and right foot. andrew doesn't even slow his steps, just keeps trudging towards you until you're in his arms. one big hand hooked behind your head for a long, sloppy kiss. waaaay too much of a display for normal public settings. his breath hitches as your hands drag under his t-shirt, nails lightly scraping his sides.
breathing in through his nose, andrew pulls back to look down his nose at you, "missed you. where you been? how was shopping?" "good! really good andy, wanna see?" "later. lemme get a feel for you. missed you so much" with more kisses to your cheeks as he pushes the hair away from your eyes <3
when you go into the yard, you're smiling and waving at the cody's as you hang onto andrew's arm. your ring glistening in the reflection of the pool, cath can't help but swallow bitterly. andrew trails next to you, head fully turned to listen to you rant and rave about the latest sales and the cute clothing you bought for yourself and him. he looks like he could and would eat you whole at the nearest convenience. it's been years, and he still looks at you the same way.
at dinner, you sit on andrew's lap, legs swinging as you bring the fork to his mouth. craig can barely look but deran smiles into his food; it's nice to see pope happy (even if it is gross to witness at dinner). when his iced tea needs to be refilled, you lean forward over the table, his hand resting on the side of your ass to stabilize you. he's not comfy until the weight of his pretty wife is resting on his thighs.
later that night, when you are all cozy and chatting on the couch, you lift your feet into andrew's lap. he doesn't even bat an eye, moving like it's routine.... because it is. slipping off your lil platform flip flops, starting with a massage at your ankle, andrew massages your foot lovingly as he watches the conversations around him. "'s that good?" he speaks lowly to you, and you nod excitedly.
it's almost torture for cath to watch. she was on her feet for probably 9 hours today, and here you are: shiny toe ring, perfectly, freshly manicured toes. begging andrew for a massage, "think i twisted it after i ran out of victoria's secret." his voice sounds alien to her "'s no good baby, gotta watch your step, we talked about this" soooo husbandly and earnest.
"how many carats is it?" cath asks. the question doesn't necessarily stun you, but everyone and their mother knows Pope basically broke open the bank for the engagement ring he blessed you with. and the bands following. so you reply, "me??" "yeah. i mean its beautiful, big, but beautiful." she shrugs, and Pope feels the energy shift in the room.
you stiffle a giggle as he rubs at your feet, clearly using it to calm his fidgeting hands as he listens on on your conversation as the others converse around it. "I wanna say..four?" you look at him for confirmation, a small smile on his face when he nods. "yeah, four. and honestly it didn't yknow-need to be this big but," you shrug, twisting it with a smile.
"andy decided to go all out." andy. she hates when it leaves your mouth, and it hurts because there's no reason to. she actually really likes you, but the jealousy simmers in the back of her throat, wishing she had the chance to live the gracious, carefree life you had. not the one filled with yelling, secrets and whatever else. Pope says something about how he had to go all for you, youre his girl, or something. "how'd you propose, Andy?" she says the nickname that no one but you dare uses. his mouth twitches, but he just looks to you.
"how'd i propose, baby?" he asks, making you smile wider when you face her again, andrew holding yoh closer at the hip. you don't understand the subtle tension between you two. yes, you knew what pope had before you, what they had. but in your eyes, it was clearly behind Pope. and she has a life with Baz. albeit not the best man, but she chose him. what was the issue? you try not to boast about it, because it almost feels like gloating in her face, she was clearly...upset about something.
"..and yeah it was just..perfect. I mean i wouldn't have it any other way, happiest day of my life." you smile, and she gives a tight one back, and somewhat of a forced response. you sigh softly, rubbing your arms at the air in the room. Pope kisses at your head, "i would do it over and over again, baby. with a million more rings, at a million different places, and—" "—and cry a million more times?" you say, making him chuckle bashfully. "yeah, id cry a million more times if it meant id get to keep loving you." you don't notice cath wxit the room. guess u got the right cody.
You and Sammy had been dating for three months now. The relationship was still relatively new and not yet serious, but you knew he was someone you saw a future with. You knew that he had a previous failed marriage. Tammi, his ex wife and baby momma had cheated on him. It was something he divulged to you on your first date, saying that his life is a little messy, and his job was even messier. He figured you would run, but his toothy smile and awkward demeanor won you over, and you've liked (loved but he didn't know it yet) him since.
Today was your day off, so you wanted to bring him lunch while he was stuck at the office doing paper work the majority of the day. You gave him a call on your bedazzled pink flip phone to ask if he preferred to have rice or quinoa as a side. He didn’t respond. This was odd because he always answered the phone on the first ring, sometimes he would sound out of breath or anxious when he answered “Yes, baby?” into his blackberry.
You figured it was because of his previous relationship, having to deal with someone who constantly complained and made everything his problem as well as the people around her. You tried to give Tammi the benefit of the doubt and tried not to harbor any negative feelings toward because whatever happened between them wasn’t your business. But sometimes, you couldn’t help the sharp spike of anger when you see bits of her left behind in Sammy’s behavior towards you. You loved Sammy and couldn't imagine treating him like a roommate and wallet then as a boyfriend and hopefully husband one day.
That being said, when he didn’t answer his phone, you assumed he was in a meeting, so you chose quinoa for his side and continued backing his food. When you finished your task you called him again and to no avail, got his voice mail. You figured he was interviewing someone or still in a meeting. You called the station to see if he was in, and the sweet recipes said that he was scheduled for his lunch break in an hour. You decided to stop by a local bakery in inglewood to bring the department cookies. You figured Sammy would be stressed and feeding the department would likely get them off his back.
A part of you was excited at the idea of giving Sammy a cookie. He always insisted he was trying to lose weight or he didn’t need it. But you knew he had a sweet tooth, and you adored the way his tummy was starting to fill out his button down shirts. You chuckled at the idea of fattening him up for winter, something he insisted you were doing when you always had baked goods, and home cooked meals waiting for him whenever he came to your place after work and you were off.
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You practically skipped into the station, in your juicy track pants and little tank top, holding your and Sammy’s lunches in one hand, and a big box of cookies in another. You knew you drew looks from other people. It has been happening your entire life. So it was nothing when the entire precinct turned to stare at you when you set the cookies in the break room and bounded toward Sammy at his desk. You were a little hyper, but to be fair you did just finish an iced coffee and Sammy woke up too late to tire you out this morning.
“Sammy! Hi!” you walked up to him and gave him a glittery and glossy kiss on his cheek.
Sammy tensed. You pulled away immediately and composed yourself.
“I brought you lunch and the department cookies. Hope that’s okay.” You said sheepishly, now embarrassed at your enthusiasm.
“No! Thank you so much, baby I just thought you were angry so it took me by surprise, that’s all.” he said when he noticed your shoulders droop and your sparkly lip gloss turned into a frown.
“Why would I come in angry?”
“Because I didn’t answer your calls.”
“Well yeah, but I can’t expect you to answer all the time. I mean you're at work for christsake!” You giggled with a playful roll of your eyes.
The truth was, when Sammy got out of his meetings and saw that he had missed your calls, he felt sick to his stomach. If he ever did that with Tammi, she would banish him to the couch for the rest of the week, even if it was unintentional. His relationship with you was so new, he thought that he had scared you away or you would be angry with him. He nervously expected you to bring him lunch and his coworkers cookies.
You seemed to realize his train of thought immediately and your eyes softened.
“Hey, I would never get mad at you for things you can’t control, okay?”
“I guess I’m still learning that, after everything..” He trailed off, but that was okay, because you knew.
With a smile, you guided him to sit in his chair while you leaned on his desk, unpaking the feast you brought for him.
“Baby, you gotta stop bringing me so much food or I’ll never lose weight.” He said, shaking his head.
“Honestly, I’d prefer you with a little bit more.” You said with a wink. You knew his BMI was proportional and it would likely not benefit him to lose weight, and you loved his soft and comforting tummy. It gives you cuteness aggression just thinking about it. You scrunched up your nose at the thought.
After you both finished your meals, you shared a cookie (The last one as the department were vultures).
“Ugh, baby these cookies are fantastic” Sammy said with an exaggerated moan.
“Better than sex?” you asked cheekily.
“Not with you.” Sammy immediately responded with a flushed expression. You burst into laughter.
With a kiss, you departed from the station. But not before Sammy pulled you back into his arms by your wrist and leaned into your ear to whisper,
