#anyone else scared about the movie leaks cause i am | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

bloodpenned · 3 years

Note

plz plz plz can you write m!whitney skullfucking pc

wordcount: 2.5k (can’t believe this is the first time i write an actual fic on here.) cw: noncon, detailed ero guro / gore porn, eye trauma, drugging, knives, vomit mention, needle mention, degradation, victim blaming.

or: whitney fucks your eye socket and prepares you for the act. don’t read this to upset or trigger yourself, please.

Since all of your holes have been used by others, Whitney makes one for himself.

“Look at you- You can barely keep your fucking head up, slut.”

The voice drifts to you from far away, a figure leaning over the ice you’re trapped under. Where am I?, you ask, but all your vocal cords produce is a gurgle. Your limbs are made of cement and frozen in place. Letting yourself be dragged back into the depths of unconsciousness is much easier than staying afloat. Through trembling eyelids, you barely make out the shape of the person in front of you. Their legs, to be precise. Pain shoots through your scalp and you jolt, finally present enough for the ties around your wrists and ankles to register in your mind, the cold wall you’re leaning against. That it’s Whitney, because who fucking else would it be, yanking you up by your hair. Your tongue still refuses to move.

“Follow.” His voice feigns disinterest. Yet he keeps shuffling, leaning his weight more on one leg, then the other again. He holds his hand in front of your face, moving it from side to side. Your head is so fuzzy you see no reason to disobey. By the time you’ve caught up with him to the right, he’s already back the other way. Your eyelids droop. He laughs. “God, you’re out of it. Poor you, did I gave you a little too much? You can’t say I’ve ever underestimated you.”

As soon as his grip loosens, your head drops and black dots litter your vision. Drool spills from your mouth. Something bad is about to happen, there’s no other explanation for this. His hands will end up all over your body again. But there’s no chatter of his friends, no flashes of cameras, so different from the usual that you don’t know what to expect. The world fades out, before flickering back in the middle of a sentence.

“...pay me back. Got that? Good.” The hand is back in your hair, keeping you steady. He’s digging around in his pocket. “If you weren’t such a whore, I wouldn’t have to do this. Did you think I wouldn’t see those pictures? Wouldn’t know when my slut’s gagging around someone else? I promised I would beat some sense into you if you didn’t listen, so here we are.”

Whitney’s found what he had been looking for. There’s something in his hand, moving toward your face too quickly to make out. Everything’s so blurry that even while squinting, you can’t immediately tell what it is. You nearly go crosseyed trying to figure it out. A handle clenched in his fist, gray, reflecting surface, ending in a sharp point-

A knife.

“You’re a fucking cumbrain already, but I’ll give you one too.”

You watch the situation unfold from the back of your skull. This is happening to someone else, anyone except you. It’s a movie, and a bad one at that. You can’t pinch your arm to wake yourself up. Whitney had hurt you before, sure, with his bare hands. Never like this. He’s always made fun of Kylar for having to resort to knives, why would he use one now? Is it just a threat? It has to be. Then again, you’re so disoriented you don’t stand a sliver of a chance against him. Your heart hammers against your ribcage, so loud it makes your head throb. The furthest your abilities go is to shake your head and force a whimper from your throat, rubbing your wrists raw on the zip tie. Whitney presses cold steel against your cheek. You try to spit at him, but you can’t put any force behind it. It dribbles down your chin in a slow stream.

Whitney barks out a laugh. “What the fuck are you, a dog?” The knife digs into your skin, a gentle push away from slicing you open. “Don’t get to get too excited yet, we haven’t even started, slut.” He slides the blade up to your bottom eyelid, leaving a shallow cut. (Your brain is fuzzy. Your cheeks are warm, burning- Are you blushing? Is the wetness rolling down your face a tear?) Your fingers twitch, your teeth grind together, every muscle pulled tight like a bowstring.

His breathing is laboured, eyes boring into yours, expression blank for a mere moment. Whitney, as you know him from school, is all but empty. He’s of scoffing and snarling, of laughter and grins- This is nothing you recognize. Your gut twists. Every instinct in your body is screeching at the top of its lungs for you to run. At the same time, another part tells you to stay as still as possible, as if you will simply fade out of existence if you don’t move. (But it’s okay, because none of this is real, and you’re at the orphanage in bed curled up under the covers, and you’ll wake up late and rush to get your uniform to not miss the bus and you’ll be fine, you’ll be fine, you’ll be fine-) Whitney’s tongue darts out to trace his upper lip, his fingers turning white around the handle.

The next, there is a blow of air against your eye before pure, indescribable agony accompanied by a wet squelch. You’re dying, you’re dying, you’re dying, it’s over- Half of your face has been blown off, your brain is exposed for all to see and poke and prod, your lungs collapse with every breath, your throat spasms around vomit. What’s left of your right side of vision is a red and black pulsating blur. The screams, the sole outburst you’re capable of, are mere groans in the back of your throat. Your mouth opens and closes like a fish on land. Blood, sweat, tears, pus, slime- You wouldn’t know. Something oozes down your face, thick mucus, making a mess on your lap. You’re warm, you’re cold, sweat thick underneath your clothes. Everything is wet. Everything is hot.

A hand is on your head, stroking. The sensation dissapears into and becomes one with the pain, the thing that melts everything else away. “There you go, you’re being so good! But I’m not done yet.” He speaks to you in the tone reserved purely for dogs. From the corner of your good eye, you can see him reaching his fist back and pounds it against the handle, your entire world dissolving into nothing as it hits.

When you wake up, you do so to a palpitating heart that’s skipping beats left and right, to a convulsing body, to spit frothing at your mouth and a needle in your leg. The gag in your mouth rubs against your tongue and tastes of sweat. Whitney has discorded the knife, left it at your feet. Your eyeball looks like scrambled egg white on one end, a sloppy mess, and you gag. At one point or another, you will have to come to term with the fact that you’re never going to see from it again.

“Can’t have you leaving before the party’s started.” Your head whips around, the sensation of something sloshing inside your eye socket immediately making you regret it. Wind blows straight into the wound and causes you to ear up. He’s on your right. Somewhere. What you assume to be the syringe falls to the ground with a clatter. There’s no way he isn’t standing there, in the void he created, on purpose. You would’ve preferred to be really fucking dead right now. Let him rape your corpse, at least you wouldn’t have to be there to notice it. Whatever he injected you with, it’s all so much sharper now. The lights are brighter, every little step he takes ringing in your ears, your right eye (or the slurry that’s left of it) aflame. You rock back and forth to shuffle further away from him, but you’re already backed against a wall and the movement makes the blood in your skull slosh alongside it.

“Gotta check if you’re wet enough for me. Thank me later, slut.” Whitney pulls on your eyelashes, the tip of his finger teasing the hole. Once in a while, it dips into the wound, your nerves tingling in anticipation at the near touch. Breath hitching every time, your brain can’t comprehend what’s exactly happening to you. Your heart pounds in your ears, your limbs keep twitching against your will. Now that you can, you want to struggle, but you’re so scared of that pain, terrified that he could choose to take the other one as well.

All you want is for this to be over. You just want to be home. As flawed of a home it is, it’s still the one place you can think to return to. (Robin will be there, waiting for you. They always have. Could you still keep up with them during games, now that you’re like this? Bailey’s presence, suffocating as it is, at least keeps you safe from intruders. How pissed off are they going to be, now that you're a damaged ware?)

“Can’t you sit still for one fucking second? You wanna know what it feels like when I slip so badly?” Your head jerks to the side against your will, foot hitting his ankle. “I guess you do, huh? But, fuck- You keep writhing around, maybe I should give the needy whore what they want. You’re soaked, that’s for sure.”

Whitney pulls away, his fingers coated a pale red. Using your hair as a rag, he smears the fluids in it, tugging on it once for good measure. He takes a step back, descends back outside your field of vision. There’s the rustling of fabric, unbuckling of a belt, a zipper being undone. You begin to plead through your gag, repeating muffled, incomprehensible words, because please, anything but this, not right now, not ever, hasn’t he done enough, isn’t he satisfied, he’s already ruined you enough, please, just please-

“It’s cute you think you have a choice.”

There’d been a nagging suspicion in the back of your head that it would come down to this. Every meeting with Whitney would end up leading down the same path, but this time... You choke on your breaths, chest heaving with sobs. With every shock of your shoulders, more heat leaks out of your eyes, your entire face turning into one throbbing mess. You squeeze your eyes shut. (There’s no way you can move the right eyelid, the knife has torn straight through it. All it is now is limp meat, hanging on by a thread.) His dick presses against your cheek. Fucking hell, why does he have to be so big too? There’s ringing in your ears as he leaves a trail of precum, mingling with the mess already there. His scent overpowered by the metallic smell of blood. Why can’t you just pass out again? But you’re still twitching, thoughts racing faster than you can keep track of.

“You’ve been asking for this, don’t try to deny it. I’m not stupid. Well, you’ve got my attention now. You better be grateful.” He misses the first time, the head of his dick rubbing against your eyebrow. Whitney curses underneath his breath. Trembling fingers tug your eyelids as far apart as possible and you hate it, you hate this so fucking much, you want someone to come by here to save you, you want to sink through the floor, you want to die.

He sucks in a breath through grit teeth, and hits his mark. You’re not sure how much he crammed inside your skull, but all of it was too much, too cruel. The screaming is clear through your bounds, raking your throat raw. Whichever way you move, his cock stays lodged in between the bone. The muscles snap and tear, the bones crack, the flesh, like the tight fit that it is, clings around his dick, and he groans as he pushes himself further inside. An impossible amount of more fat and mucus and slime comes free, clogging your nose. The back of your head slams against the wall with every movement, but it doesn’t hurt, doesn’t compare.

There’s nothing else. There can be nothing else. Your mind is full and empty at the same time. He’s all you can think about, he’s fucking the memory of him into your brain, leaving his permanent mark. Is this what he wanted? You’re being dissected, pulled apart, the creases of your brain violated. He’s saying things, (tight, mess, slut, enjoying, loud.), but he’s pulling out and the scrape of the warm flesh makes the scenery blur. Your throat feels like it was pulled across sandpaper.

The pressure dissipates and you cry in pure relief. But, a moment later, he’s back in and down a slightly different path at a slightly different angle and there’s more snapping, more gushes of fluid. The only thing that will ever fit there again will be him. The perfect little cocksleeve. He’s pushing up against something and you don’t know what, but every time he twitches and brushes against it, your entire vision blacks out. Where the pain reached a crescendo before, it’s turned around to be almost numbing now. Are your nerves torn up? Are you dying?

“Open your mouth. Wait, fuck-” He’s breathless, stuttering over his words. His dick twitches and scrapes against bone. Trembling fingers remove the gag from your mouth. If this were literally any other situation, you might have been almost proud to have turned him into such a wreck. “Stick your tongue out and it’ll be over. Done.”

You latch onto those words like a lifeline. No matter how it ends, you just want it to be over. Without much more than a second of delay you do as he asks, your good eye rolling up to try and look at him. Considering how full your head is, you hardly notice the strings of cum being added to the pool, until some of it leaks through your nose and onto your tongue. He puts one hand on your head, shaking it until more follows. (Though his cum isn’t the only thing there.)

Strings of blood and slime stick to his dick like drool as he pulls out. You hate him. You hate yourself. You hate this fucking town, and you hate every piece of shit in it. Your brain is a cacophony of screaming, of visions of growing fangs and claws and tearing him to shreds, of burning this whole town down. All you do is stare up without really looking, eyes glazed over. You’re tired, so unbelievably tired. All you want to do is rest, even if it’s while bleeding out in some shitty alleyway. His voice drifts to you from far away, smile clear in his tone.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

An eye for an eye has never sounded so appealing before.

#degrees of lewdity #whitney the bully #i knoooow he wouldnt do this but whatever i like writing it and also i can do whatever i want #it was just a top tier request i cant help myself #seriously dont read to freak yourself out !#k.gore #k.degradation #k.drugs #k.knife

33 notes · View notes

arcwhore · 4 years

Text

Who Do You Belong To?

[jj maybank] x [reader]

content: nsfw (trigger warning!)

warnings: angst, fighting, sexual assault (groping), oral (male receiving), face-fucking, unprotected sex, marking kink, dirty talk, degradation, spanking, creampie

description: when Pope and JJ start taking too long just go pee, Kie and Reader come to the rescue, but when Rafe touches his girl...

- this is my first time writing smut, please be patient -

words: 3.6k

≿————-　❈　————-≾

After everything thats happened in the past few days, the kooks just had to host the OBX Movie Series. Kie dragged you to the outing, hoping for a little time to relax. The whole crew was there except for John B., cause well; he’s John B. He does what he wants, so you didn’t even question his absence. After setting our stuff down, Kie left to grab drinks for the boys, and you sat down between JJ’s legs. You had only been secretly dating for two months, but he meant more to you than anything else in the world. He was absentmindedly running his fingers through your hair, lulling you to sleep while talking to Pope. Surprisingly, the other Pogues hadn’t found out about your relationship, and you definitely haven’t been the most discreet. Kiara comes back looking distraught, handing them their drinks, looking down and you and raising her eyebrows at your position.

“Just saw Rafe, and he said, and I quote, ‘Tell your boy that we know what he did.’ What is that?” She shook her head, obviously not amused by the interaction she just experienced with that kook asshole. The Pope’s eyes widen as she sits down on the blanket, looking over at JJ. He hums and responds.

“Where is he?” Kie motions behind us where Rafe and Topper are standing, clearly satisfied with their scare tactic. Pope turns in his chair, staring at them as they smirk their damn signature privileged smirks. “Great, the whole death squad.”

JJ pulled his head forward, telling him to stop staring, then starts rambling about how he’s ‘coming out swinging’ if they corner him. You looked at Kiara who had a confused look on her face. You tried to interrupt them. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“If that doesn’t work, I got this right here,” JJ said, reaching around you to grab his bag. Your eyes widened, looking at Kie.

“I’m sorry, JJ. Please tell me you did not bring a gun here. JJ, there are kids!” Kie questioned JJ, and he was quick to shoot it down, saying ‘everything’s fine’.

“Wow, JJ, real convincing,” you looked up at him, rolling your eyes.

“Yeah, I love that JJ. Founding Principle, you guys. No secrets amongst pogues! What is JJ talking about?” Kie asked. You pulled away from JJ, turning your body around to look at the two boys. They looked between each other before Pope reluctantly leans over to Kie, mumbling, “It might go down tonight.”

“What does that mean?” Kie asked, looking over at you for help. You furrowed your eyebrows.

“JJ, what did you do?”

“It wasn’t me, it was Pope!” he snapped, his eyes going wide, realizing that he slipped up on their little secret. You scoffed, Pope, the scholar student, one of the most innocent teens you’ve ever met, did something? “Yeah, okay.”

Your sarcasm seeped through the air, the boys became quiet, and Kie continued to question them. Taking a look back at the kooks, seeing they were still staring directly into the back of Pope’s head. Maybe he did do something, but this boy was scared of even getting on the boat with the Pogues, there had to be a logical reason that he did something. Either that or there was some inside influence— JJ.

Your imagination wondered, the movie on the screen cutting on, catching your attention. You laid down on the blanket, getting comfortable on the grass, your hand holding up your head while laying on your side.

Halfway through the movie, the boys excuse themselves to take a leak. You were so immersed into the movie but as soon as JJ got up, you couldn’t focus anymore. You couldn’t relax until he was back with you, it was just this aura that he spread over to you. He wanted to protect you, and you wanted to protect him.

Minutes ticked by slowly, raising your awareness and anxiety. You sat up and looked at Kie, shaking her leg to get her attention. “There’s something wrong. They’ve been gone for like 5 minutes, and unless they had to take a shit behind a tree, it shouldn’t take them that long to pee.”

She nodded her head, grabbing JJ’s bag which he had left behind and the both of you snuck around behind the movie screen. Pope was fighting was Topper, JJ being held back and punched in the stomach and the face. Kie quickly ran and hit Topper with the bag, yelling at him and jumping on his back. You jumped into action as well, anger boiling inside of you as you ran up behind Rafe and kicking him in the balls. He stumbled, turning around and you rammed your fist into his nose, earning a groan from him.

“Thatta girl!” JJ yelled, fighting out of Kelce’s grip and side hooking him, knocking him back. Topper was able to throw Kie off of his back. “This isn’t about you, Kiara! Stay out of it!”

Your leg swiped out behind Rafe, wiping him out as you got on top of him, straddling his legs and spitting in his face. He smirked and laughed at you, only fueling you more, and you drove your elbow into his chest, knocking the air out of him. He somehow gains enough strength to flip you over, pinning you down on he ground as you squirmed. JJ yells your name, running to help but is caught again by Kelce and held back.

“Don’t fucking touch her!” JJ snapped, pulling as hard as he could to try to get away from the boy holding him back. Rafe looks down at you and chuckles, hand going around your throat. You struggle for air and slap his forearm over and over. You hear Pope being choked by Topper beside you, and you try to turn your head to see him, trying to cry out his name.

“Pope!” JJ yelled for his friend, then started yelling for you. “Get the hell off of her, Rafe! I’ll fucking kill you, you hear me?”

“You’re a little spitfire aren’t you, hun?” he smirks down at you, amused at your struggling state. “He’s real protective of you...” he looked over at JJ, trying to get his footing, still trying to pull away. Tears started forming in your eyes as your airway was being cut off so harshly. “Wonder what he would do if...”

Rafe’s free hand wandered down your body, stopping at your breasts. He gave them a light squeeze, looking over to see JJ’s reaction. “You fucking kook! Get off of her! She doesn’t deserve this!”

“S-s-stop...” you grappled for words, not being able to get them out.

Behind you, the movie screen exploded in flames, Rafe quickly letting go of you as a hole burned through the screen, exposing the scene behind it. People started screaming, getting up and running back from the fire.

“Get off of him! Kelce get off of JJ!” Kie yelled at them, watching them let go. Pope fell onto his hands and knees, coughing and gasping for air. You toiled to regain oxygen in your lungs, JJ running up beside you, grabbing your face in his hands.

“Hey, hey baby, look at me. I’m right here,” he checked your neck to see the red marks that Rafe had left on it, knowing they would be bruised by the morning. Tears ran out of your eyes as you looked at him, lifting yourself up to hug him tightly. You held on to him with dear life, like he would slip through your fingers if you let go even in the slightest. “Are you okay? I’m so sorry- fuck, I’m gonna kill him.”

“It’s okay, I’m okay,” you assured him. You were trying to take some of the edge off of the situation, even though your neck was throbbing from being held so tightly. Blood that had been restricted rushed back into your brain, making you lightheaded. “Pope- is Pope okay?”

JJ helped you stand up, holding your waist until he knew you were steady. Your vision cleared and you saw Kie helping him up, putting his hat back on. You and JJ walked over to him, showing support. “You okay? We’re okay.”

“You’re a fucking idiot.” Pope chuckled lightly at Kiara.

“She saved our asses though,” you spoke up, grinning at her. You mouthed a thank you as you all started walking away to go home. You turned your attention to JJ when the group split apart, you and JJ walking together. You looked up at him, and you could have sworn you felt a second heartbeat in your pussy. He looked so hot right then, his pupils dilated with anger and his face stern. You decided it was probably best to not leave him alone tonight, not angry, he might try to do something stupid. Not like your mom cares if you come home or not anyway.

“Hmm, how about we go back to John B.’s and cool down?” you grabbed his bicep, trying to calm him down a little. He nodded and you made your way to the chateau.

The whole way there, JJ was fuming, his fists tight, knuckles turning white. You took hold of his hand, trying to get him to release some of the tension. “JJ, it’s not worth being mad over... It’s Rafe, I should have expected it.”

“That no good, dirty bastard. He touched you in a way that only I am allowed to touch you, because you are mine. You understand me? He doesn’t get to just do that to you and walk away feeling accomplished.” You felt the heat between your legs grow when he said that, his voice rough and hair disheveled, looking like a God. “I get to be mad at him, he touched my girl. He could have killed you!”

You stop in the middle of the street, tugging on his hand to halt him from his movements. “He could have, but he didn’t. I’m right here, and I’m all yours. Only yours. I would never let anyone else touch me the way you do, and you know damn well no one can make me feel the way that you do.” You gave him a sincere look, then reaching up to his ear to whisper, “Rafe especially can’t make me scream like you do.”

He lets out a frustrated sigh, the anger in his eyes softening, immediately hardening again with lust. He smirked at you, now leaning down to your height as he gently traced over the shell of your ear with his tongue. “You’re gonna be doing more than screaming tonight, baby girl.”

He dragged you into the chateau, pushing you down onto the pull out sofa in John B.’s living room, moving to hover over you. One of his legs pushed in between yours to separate them and he pulled you in to a passionate kiss. The aching between your legs grew more noticeable as he pushed you deeper into the couch, his arms on either side of your head.

“JJ, please,” you begged when he pulled away to kiss down your neck. He gave open mouth kisses to the side of it, then biting and sucking on your sweet spot. You knew the hickeys he gave you tonight were going to be severely noticeable in the morning, but in that moment, that’s all you wanted. You wanted him to mark you and prove to everyone that you were his and that no one could mess with you.

Your hands went to the hem of his shirt, lifting it up a little so he would get the hint. He broke the kiss and sat back, peeling off his shirt and doing the same thing to yours. He attacked your chest with love bites, kissing your nipples over your bra. The warmth of his mouth excited you. “Get up and strip for me so I can see whats mine.”

He rolled over and plopped next to you as you stood up, unhooking your bra. You let it slowly slide down your arms before working on the zipper of your jean shorts. You pulled them down teasingly, turning around and bending over for your ass for be on display. “I said strip, not tease.” He groaned, palming his cock over his shorts. You stepped closer to him, pushing your panties down to the ground. Your legs swung over his lap, straddling him. You whimpered when you felt the rough fabric of his shorts rubbing against your clit. You tried to grind against him, desperately chasing that friction, but he grabbed your hips harshly.

“You don’t get to be in control. I’ve got to show you who you belong to,” he flipped you over, your legs going around his waist and heels digging into his back. You struggled to get his pants off with your feet, your hands going to the waistband to pull them down. He grabbed them in one hand, pinning them above your head. He pulled them down, his cock straining against his boxers. You moaned, your hips lifting up trying to meet his in the middle. His hand pushed your hips back down into the springy mattress. “Tell me what you want, baby.”

“Please, JJ, just do something,” you pleaded, your hips bucking up once again. He growled against your skin, kissing your breasts, tongue swirling around your hardened nipple. “Mark me up, fuck me, show me who I belong to. Please.”

“Good girl,” he groaned, kissing down your stomach, stopping when he got to your pussy. He released you hands and spread your legs, sucking on you inner thighs, kissing them after. He got closer and closer to your heat, but still wouldn’t give you the satisfaction you craved. You were tired of the teasing and you grabbed the back of his head, pushing him into you. He slapped your hands away, looking up devilishly. “Shouldn’t have done that baby girl.”

You groaned and he held your hands down by your sides, kneeling on the ground in front of you. He flattened his tongue and ran a long stripe up your pussy, not letting it touch your clit. He adjusted you and put your legs over his shoulders, letting go of your arms again. He reached down to your cunt, fingers slipping around in your arousal. Once he flicked over your sensitive clit, you jerked. “Jay, please. I need you so bad.”

“Not yet, baby. I told you that you don’t get control, and you forced it. This is punishment.”

His fingers toyed with your opening for a minute, finally slipping a finger into your tight cunt. You moaned in relief, feeling his tongue being placed on your clit. He licked you softly, eliciting a louder moan from you. “JJ...”

“Be quiet or I’ll stop,” he lifted his head, looking up at you. Your eyes were hooded, a blush was flush on your cheeks, and your mouth hung open. Your breathing became erratic as he continued his punishment on you, biting down on your fist to force yourself to stay quiet. You didn’t want him to tease you, but you also didn’t want him to stop.

His mouth finally closed around your clit, sucking it harshly, tongue poking out to lick it. He moved his finger inside you agonizingly slow and your hand reached down to pull his hair. He moaned, the vibrations sending a shock wave through you. Your mouth fell open when he pushed another finger into you, going faster this time. A whimper came from your throat, signaling you were close. JJ was the only one who ever made you feel so euphoric; you were like putty in his hands when it came to sex and you both loved it. He had total control over you, and you let him do anything he wanted to you.

His tongue stopped it’s attack on your pussy, slowly pulling his fingers out making you whine at the sudden loss of contact. He put on into his mouth and moaned, relishing in the sweet taste. “You taste so good, baby. Here, taste yourself.”

You opened your mouth and he slipped the other finger in, your mouth closing and sucking around it harshly. Your cheeks hollowed around it, your tongue swirling around his fingertip. He groaned at the sight of you, his head rolling back. He pulled his finger out of your mouth, grabbing your face in his hand. He kissed you ruthlessly, his tongue slipping into your mouth. You moaned, the sound muffled by his lips. He moved away from you, pulling his pants down and kicking them to the side.

“Get on your knees baby.” You obliged, placing your hands on his chest and sliding down to sit on your heels. He pushed his boxers down to his ankles. “Suck.”

You looked up at him, grabbing the shaft of his dick with just enough pressure to make him groan. You licked the tip, your tongue flicking up and down on his slit. The salty taste of his precum made you moan around him, taking him into your mouth. A sigh fell from his lips and his hands went to your hair. He tugged, making you groan in pleasure, excited to give him more. You relaxed your throat and slid all the way down, your nose pressing against his pelvic bone. One hand came up to rest on his thigh while the other played with his balls. You pulled back for air, spitting out the drool that had collected in the back of your throat. You pumped your hand on his dick, trying to spread the spit, going back down to suck midway. Your hand twisted around him while your cheeks hollowed, the hand on the back of your head holding your hair tighter.

His hips jolted forward, hitting the back of your throat making you gag. He continued to fuck your mouth, moaning when you gagged on his tip.

“Fuck baby, I love it when you gag on my cock.” The dirty talk caused you to moan, the warmth between your legs spreading. Your hands fell down into your lap as he pulled your hair into a ponytail, pushing your head to meet his thrusts. You focused on breathing and relaxing your throat, moaning around him. You reluctantly pushed his hips back for air, gasping as you stroked his cock. “Okay baby, you ready for me?”

You nodded in excitement, finally about to get the release you deserved. You stood up and JJ pushed you onto the bed, flipping you over.

“All fours.” He ordered. You lifted yourself up onto your forearms and your knees, arching your back for him. His hands roamed your body before reaching your ass, squeezing it. He gave you a good spank, causing you to moan and grasp the sheets beneath you. “Such a pretty little slut for me, huh? Tell me who you belong to baby girl.”

“You, JJ, I belong to you,” you moaned out. You were desperate to be fucked and JJ could see that, so he let you have it. His cock slid up and down your slit, gathering your arousal to make it easier to slip in. He adjusted quickly and grabbed your hips, pushing his dick into you slowly. You whimpered when he bottomed out in you, pushing back into him to show him that you were ready. He slapped your ass one more time before pulling out, only leaving the tip inside you before slamming back in.

He set a unrelenting pace, fucking you hard and fast. Your face pressed into the mattress, moans being muffled by the fabric. JJ grabbed your hands and pulled them behind you, using them as his momentum to fuck you harder. He pulled you back into him while he pounded into you, your moans soon turning into screams. “That’s right baby, come on. Scream for me. Show me who you belong to.”

“Fuck, JJ!” you screamed as he grabbed you hair, pulling you up so your back would be against his chest.

“You gonna cum for me, baby? You gonna cum all over my dick?” he moaned into your ear, slamming up into you. You nodded harshly, chasing your release.

“Yes, daddy,” you moaned out. It was spur of the moment, and you hoped he hadn’t realized but he just continued to fuck you into oblivion. He didn’t say anything, so you assumed he hadn’t heard it.

“Cum with me, baby,” he moaned, feeling your cunt clench around him. Your entire body started to shake as the knot in your stomach unravelled, leaving you a quivering and moaning mess. The pornographic sounds coming from you and sound of the skin slapping on skin made him go into overdrive. He pushed deep inside you, stilling as his seed spilled into you. “God, fuck, baby.”

You stayed like that for a little bit, both coming down from your intense highs. Your legs were still shaking beneath you, threatening to drop you on your stomach. As soon as JJ pulled out, you fell down onto the couch, trying hard to catch your breath. The pull out shook beside you as JJ laid down, pulling you into him. You cover both of you with the blanket hanging over the edge of the couch, nuzzling into him. He cleared his throat.

“So... daddy huh?” He asked you. You knew he was smirking behind you, and you rolled over, your cheeks heating up significantly. You knew he was never going to let you live that down, whether he liked it or not.

“Don’t mention it.”

my masterlist

#jj maybank #jj maybank smut #outer banks smut #outer banks #rafe cameron #john b rutledge #sarah cameron #kiara carrera #pope heyward #smut #fanfic

2K notes · View notes

songbirdsingingthings · 3 years

Text

Daisies - Shouto Todoroki x Reader

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THESE CHARACTERS, THEY BELONG TO KOHEI HORIKOSHI

I should really be going to bed rn but instead I had an idea while listening to some music and got really in my feels SO HERE IT IS <3

Warnings: Angst ending in fluff You could see it in the way that he carried himself. Shouto was nowhere near who he used to be when you first started dating. You missed the stolen glances the two of you shared, the red that took up residence on his cheeks whenever you came into the room, and the subtle touch he gave your hand which indicated that he wanted to hold it in his. You remembered when he would do anything in his power to get home to your shared apartment so that you could have dinner together and maybe watch a movie. Now when he got home, if he came home at all, it would be way past dinner and bordering on the next day. You used to stay up for him, waiting to put his meal you had prepared in the microwave so it could be warm by the time you helped him put away his coat and work bag when he came home from the agency. At first, you believed that it would only be a couple days of this, but those days turned into weeks, and those weeks turned into 3 months. You stopped staying up almost 3 days ago.

Currently, you were on the phone with your mother who was begging you for more details on your two year relationship.

“I know you know this, but your father proposed to me after two years of dating, about as long as you and your boyfriend have been dating,” she said, making you swallow a lump that was lodged in your throat.

“You’re right Mom, I do know this. You tell me every chance you get,” you say in a joking voice with your voice as blank as a slate. You loved your mother, you really did. However, recently, she felt the need to hint at a proposal that you knew was not coming soon, if at all. For the duration, the two of you had never talked about marriage or if you thought about wanting to get married.

“I’m just saying, you would look beautiful in a white dress with a bouquet of daisies walking down the aisle. Where is Shouto? I haven’t been able to reach him in a while, can you put him on the phone for me?” At her words, you rub your eyes with your right hand and will yourself not to cry. You’ve already cried enough these past two weeks.

“U-um,” you begin, your voice wavering, “he’s n-not home. Probably won’t be for a while.”

“...Honey, is something the matter?” She asks, concern laced in her voice. It’s the soft comfort in her voice that makes you break. You sob into the phone, letting your tears run down your face.

“M-mom I’m so scared,” you say, crying through your words. “I-I don’t think he loves me anymore.” You feel your body shake from your weeping, now holding onto the edge of the kitchen counter for support.

“Oh, Y/N...” your mother says, her voice quiet.

“He hasn’t come home for days and when he does come home, I feel like we’re strangers. I haven’t been able to talk to him and see what’s actually going in his life in so long that now our conversations are one of us commenting on the weather. THE WEATHER!” You scream into the phone as you walk over to your couch and collapse onto it. Your mother stays quiet as you vent, and boy, do you vent. On how Shouto’s given you the excuse of ‘work’ when you know for a fact that your friend Ochaco’s husband, Midoriya, worked at the same level that Shouto did and he came home at 7:30 sharp every night, and she lived ten minutes farther away from the agency than you did. How he hasn’t made an effort to try and take you on a date in months. How he’s stopped doing anything to make you feel like you were in a relationship.

“Y/N, you know what you have to do.” Your mother says, her voice serious.

“If you’re implying that I should break up with him-”

“No honey. You need to talk to him, and not about the weather. You need to tell him what you just told me and how much his actions have been hurting you. And, if he doesn’t see the fault in his actions, that’s when I would let him go. If anything happens, you can always have your old room back. I miss your cooking anyways, I feel like the house has downgraded from a 5-star restaurant to a 2-star one ever since you moved out.” This earned her a light laugh from you as you began to wipe the salty tears from your cheeks and take a deep breath.

“Thank you Mom,” you say.

“I’m always here for you Y/N, you know that. I’ll always be in your corner,” she says. You say goodbye and exit from your phone app to open up messages. You send Shouto a simple and concise message.

Y/N: I would really appreciate it if you could get home a little earlier tonight. We need to talk.

What shocked you was that almost immediately after, you saw the three dots pop up on the opposite side of the screen.

Shouto: Okay. Something up?

You were definitely not going to be starting this conversation over text. Absolutely not.

Y/N: We’ll talk when you get home.

The three dots didn’t pop up again, so instead, you decided to make dinner. You prepared a simple yet fail-safe comfort dinner for yourself, (favorite meal). Just as you finished fixing a plate for yourself and covered the rest in foil, you heard the faint jingle of keys outside of the apartment door. Your eyes dart up and your heart begins to beat wildly. Not in months has he been home early enough to have dinner with you - you thought you would’ve had more time to prepare what you were going to say to him. The door swings open to reveal Shouto with his work bag slung around his shoulder, hero costume stuffed in it. That detail stood out to you - never has Shouto not folded it carefully in order to prevent wrinkles. He dropped his bag near the front door and slid off his shoes. When he met your eyes, you stopped chewing instantly. The two of you stayed in your positions, perfectly still, until you slowly got up and grabbed an extra plate, putting a good portion of the meal you made onto it, and set it across from your spot at the dining room table. As you were sitting back down, Shouto walked towards you slowly, warily. It was like he was trying not to spook you. Like if he made any abrupt movements, you would jump up out of your chair and run for the hills. In his hand, you noticed, he held a daisy, which he placed on the table. Daisies always used to be a thing between the two of you. On your first date, he had taken you on a picnic in a meadow surrounded by the white dainty flowers. Daisies meant that you loved the other person. Taking a forkful of the food and placing it into his mouth, you could see him relax a bit. He always had a soft spot for your cooking, no matter what he felt like. The silence was overwhelming as the two of you ate, so Shouto decided to clear his throat.

“It’s been a long time since we had dinner together, huh.” He says. This simple sentence, just those 11 words, set you off. You slam your fork onto the table making Shouto jump a bit in his chair.

“Yes, Shoto, it has been. It’s been 3 months and 5 days since we last shared a meal together.” You say, venom leaking from your voice. Shouto instantly knew what this ‘talk’ you wanted to have was about. Just as he was about to open his mouth to respond, you cut him off. “No,” you simply say, “let me speak first. I could forgive the first couple of weeks when you came home late or said you had to stay over at the agency, but good god, what has been consuming all of your time that has made you spend more hours there than you have at home? I know for a fact that Midoriya works in the same department and has the same title and responsibilities that he has, but he’s home at 7:30 on the dot every night to see his wife and have dinner with her.” You snarl. “You haven’t been visiting home, I’ve called Natsuo and Fuyumi to ask if you were there and they said no. You haven’t been visiting your mother because the nurse makes sure to send an alert to our computer system for security reasons. So what, what has consumed your life in such a way that you don’t want to spend your time with me anymore?” As much as you tried, you couldn’t help it. You feel the moisture on your cheeks before you can comprehend that you're crying. Shouto’s face falls, his heart breaking as he can see yours has been crumbled for a long time.

“Y/N… I’m so sorry,” he says, his gaze never faltering from yours. He takes a deep breath and stands from his seat, making his way over to yours and kneeling in front of you. “I…,” he choked out. You always knew that putting his feelings into words has never been one of Shouto’s strong suits, so you granted him the time to slowly get his thoughts together. “I freaked out.” He said simply.

“W-what?” You said, confused.

“I know we’ve been together for a long time, and I know that you’re looking for someone to settle down with and I freaked out because I didn’t think that I was a person who could do that.” You close your eyes and exhale. “I’ve been staying out late because I’ve been going to counseling, and I couldn’t let it get in the way of work. I wanted to help myself so that I could make the both of us happy and partake in an equal and loving relationship. I know I should’ve told you, but I… I just couldn’t get myself to spit it out.” You slid from the chair to your knees so you could be on the same level as Shouto was. Shouto rustled around in his jacket pocket and what was in his hands made your eyes widen. It was a small velvet box which left little to imagine what was inside. Before he could say another word, you put a hand on top of it to prevent him from opening it. This caused panic to flash in his eyes as they darted up to look into yours.

“Shouto… I love you. You know that I love you, but are you sure?” You make sure to squeeze his hand. “I need you to be completely sure before you do this, because I am, and I can’t imagine myself with anyone else.”

“Yes.” He says, instantly. You smile and lean your forehead against his. What confuses him is when you grab the box and nestle it back into his coat pocket.

“This is not me saying no. I just think we need to get back into our old groove before this happens. We both know that we want to reach that milestone, but we need to run there first, okay?” You ask. Shouto exhales and reaches his hand up to cup your cheek.

“Okay. You share a kiss and let yourselves cry and hold the other. Shouto’s strong arms now move to tighten around your waist, which sends you over the moon. He hadn’t done that in a long time.

“Let’s go to bed, yeah? I don’t want you to be late tomorrow.” You whisper, sniffling.

“No. I’ll shoot Midoriya a text telling him that I’m not gonna be in tomorrow. I want to make up for lost time.” Elated, more tears trail down your cheek, but these were happy ones. Letting Shouto pick you up, he carried you with such care to your soft bed and helped you get changed into pajamas. He taps your shoulders to get you to hold your arms straight up so that he can slide the blouse you wore to work today off of you. You unclip the pinchy bra you wore yourself and slid down the flowy pants you wore until they pooled around your feet. Shouto handed you one of his shirts, the one you’ve always had a soft spot for. It was now ragged with holes and falling apart at the seams, but the softness of the material enveloped you as he helped your arms through the sleeves. When you poked your head through the top of the shirt, Shouto gently gathered your hair and pulled it out of the shirt, laying it down your back. He himself then got changed and climbed into bed next to you. The two of you were like magnets with opposite poles, immediately being attracted to the other’s side. You lay your head on his chest and you feel his chin find its place on top of your head. You finally felt peaceful. Felt loved. And, more importantly, felt Shouto at your side.

“I love you,” he breathes. The air he exhales tickles your neck which only makes you nestle into him more.

“And I love you,” You murmur.

“We’re going to get married one day, okay?” He says, brushing a hand over your hair and playing with the ends of it.

“Okay.” You smile, a smile gracing your face as you drift off. Shouto’s heart didn’t slow to its normal pace until hours later. He was proud of himself. He finally admitted to himself that he was ready to enter a relationship where he knew that both of you felt the same way. For the entire time the two of you dated, he knew that he loved you, but he was terrified that one day, a switch would go off and his parents’ relationship would become yours. But now, with you in his arms agreeing to marry him one day, although he hadn’t yet formally proposed, guided him into a blissful sleep. Dreamworld decided to be nice to him, because all he could picture in his mind as he slumbered away were images of you, rings, and daisies

294 notes · View notes

nalgenewhore · 4 years

Text

A rogue storm had her presumed dead and stranded on the red planet. Left on her own, astronaut Aelin Galathynius has four years to make it to the next drop-site, some two thousand miles. Armed with her smarts and dwindling supplies, Aelin attempts to survive on an inhospitable planet, when the nearest help is only millions of miles away.

masterlist - ao3 - last chapter

+*+*+*+*+*+*

Lorcan carefully extracted himself from Elide’s sleeping form. She whined in her slumber and swatted the air, trying to find him again. Though she had her own sleeping cabin, more often than not, she found herself in his. They both preferred to sleep together and neither minded the snug fit.

As he crept quietly, not wanting to disturb any of the sleeping crewmates on his bathroom run, he noticed that Aelin’s door was open and popped his head in. He whispered, “Ace?” There was no one there.

Logically, she was going to the bathroom, not missing in space again, but his pulse still raced and he cursed quietly, closing the door so that if anyone else woke up, they wouldn’t notice anything was amiss. He wanted to find her, for his sake and hers, but he really had to take a leak so after he had dealt with that, Lorcan set off through the ship's zero-gravity corridor.

After blowing the vehicular airlock during Aelin’s rescue, the ship was much smaller and it didn’t take him long to poke through the remaining rooms.

It didn’t take a genius, which they all were, to see that Aelin wasn’t the same. Her oddities were something they all collectively ignored, knowing she was silently berating herself for not being as she once was. Honestly, it broke their hearts to see her panic at the amount of food on her plate and struggle to stop herself from checking their supplies. It broke their hearts to see her slip away when they were all together, unable to handle the attention.

They were trying, really, they were, to not overwhelm her and keep their distance, even Rowan at times.

No one thought it would be easy once they got her back, but… Gods, it was all a mess, one that no one knew how to muddle through. Certainly not Aelin. She was just trying to get through the days, one at a time.

Lorcan shook his head to rid it of his spiraling thoughts as he slid down the ladder to the rec room and turned, finding Aelin at the back of the ship, looking out the windows. “Ace?”

She whirled quickly at his voice, her hands shaking as she let out a breathless laugh, “You scared me. Hi.”

“Hey,” he said smoothly, walking slowly over to her. “Everything ok?” She’d probably say that it was and they would both ignore the blatant lie.

“No.”

Her answer shocked him, but he controlled himself, keeping his face neutral as he slipped his hands into the pockets of his sweats, nodding his head once, twice. What shocked him was not what she said, but that she’d said it at all. Finally, someone was getting the truth. “Want to talk?”

“Lorcan Salvaterre, are you going soft on us? Asking someone to talk about their feelings?” Aelin teased him.

Lorcan humoured her by huffing a dry laugh and tilting his head to the side as he reached the windows and leaned back against them. “So?”

Aelin breathed out shakily and wiped her eyes, “Yeah, um. I don’t… I don’t know anything anymore. It all feels so fake?”

After he’d come home from deployment, he’d felt the same thing. It was like there was a glass separating him and everyone else. “I remember that.”

“You do?”

His time spent serving wasn’t something he tended to discuss openly. Lorcan nodded again, “Yeah, I served for a couple tours. I was discharged after eight years due to ‘hardship’.” He let out a humourless laugh, “I guess being held as a prisoner of war three months is classified as a ‘hardship’.”

Aelin’s eyes were wide, “I didn’t know that. I’m sorry.”

“Please, don’t be. It’s not your problem, G,” he assured her. “I just want you to know that it’s ok to not be alright right now. No one is expecting you to be and don’t be hard on yourself because you’re not what you once were.”

She rolled her eyes and smiled ruefully, “Easier said than done, Commander.”

Lorcan smiled, “Yeah, it really is.” He tilted his head to the table and she nodded. They silently walked over to it and sat down on opposite sides.

“So,” she began, clasping her hands on the surface before her, “are you better now?”

“Depends on what you mean by ‘better’. Before… it was really bad. Couldn’t get out of bed, didn’t eat or drink. Could barely be around anyone else.” He stared at the table, “It’s not like that anymore, but… not every day is a good one.”

“What did you do? To make it go away?”

Lorcan looked at her for a few seconds, analyzing something. “Essar yelled at me one day. Near broke down my door and chewed me out for ignoring her and being a dick. Said just because I was going through a shit time didn’t mean I could be shitty to everyone who tried to help.” The corners of his mouth tugged up, “And then she roped in Elide. Your sister’s the scariest person I know.”

“You’re telling me that? You know how many times I had to physically restrain her from fighting anyone who dared insult me in her presence?”

They both laughed quietly. Elide was one of their safe subjects, one they literally never fought over, now. In the beginning, Aelin had been a bit… territorial and protective. After they calmed, Lorcan got serious again, “That’s not all it took. I had to work to improve and still do. You just gotta find something that makes you want to fight, Aelin. You need to fight every fucking day, every time that voice in your mind tells you you should give up now, or that no one cares. Because it’s wrong, ok? Do you think we would’ve come back for you if we didn’t care?”

Aelin ducked her head, hiding her tears. “I asked you a question, Aelin.”

She slowly rose her head, eyes of blue and gold meeting ones of pure obsidian, forged from the same raging monster that dwelled inside both of them. “No.” He nodded, that one small and satisfied grin on his lips. Despite herself, it filled her with a warming sense of pride.

“Are you gonna tell me why you’re still up?”

“I had a dream. And all of this,” she waved her hand around, indicating the past year and a half, “hadn’t happened and we were on our way to Farnor. I just- I needed to see that we were leaving it all behind.” She dropped her hands in her lap and looked down at her fingernails, all bitten down to the quick. “I’m just so tired all the time.”

“Probably cause you’re not sleeping and it’s, like, three am.”

Aelin laughed, “Gods, you’re an asshole.”

He smiled and drawled, his tone dry, “So I’ve been told. Alright,” he clapped his hands, “if you’re not going to sleep, might as well watch a movie. Where’s my laptop?” Lorcan stood and walked over to the wall of compartments, reaching up high to his personal drawer. He pulled down his personal computer and moved to the couch area, putting it down on the table.

She still hadn’t moved and Lorcan looked over his shoulder, “Well, come on. Your choice between Ant-Man or Guardians of the Galaxy.”

“Wow, so many options,” Aelin commented as she made her way over to the couch and sat down, curling her legs under her.

Lorcan glanced at her before turning back to the screen, “Elide sits just like that.”

“You really love her,” said Aelin. Lorcan froze and slowly looked at her, his brows furrowing. “It’s good. She deserves someone like you. And Guardians of the Galaxy.”

He smiled, “You got it.” Soon, the movie was playing and they sat in a comfortable silence, understanding that what they had been talking about was done for now and they would continue on later. “Rowan really loves you too, Ace.”

She slowly turned to look at him but didn’t say anything until Lorcan elaborated. “I know you two had your moment or whatever, but he’s completely gone for you.”

A smitten smile pulled at her lips and Lorcan just had to pop her bubble, “Plus, he has a thing for know-it-all blondes.” Aelin choked and shoved his shoulder, to which Lorcan said, “Veteran abuse.”

“You’re such a dick,” she grumbled, frowning as she snuggled into his side. Lorcan just laughed and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. After a few minutes where they watched the movie in silence, she whispered, “I don’t want to mess it up.”

“I know you don’t. I don’t think you will.”

“Why?”

“I’m not sure Rowan’s ever wanted anything more than this,” Lorcan told her, resting his chin on the top of her head. “He’s waited all this time for you, he doesn’t mind waiting a little longer.”

And neither did Aelin.

+*+*+*+*+*+*

“Lani, this is Flight, waiting for confirmation.”

“Copy Flight, Lani actual is ready for re-entry and landing.”

“Roger that Lani. Beginning re-entry countdown,” Manon said, her voice staticky through the headset.

Everyone was strapped into their seats, ready for landing. The timer controller turned on and the robotic tone began counting down from ten. Wordlessly, Aelin held her hand, palm up, to Rowan. He stared at her hand for a moment before gently taking it and squeezing once.

The ship shook as it was remotely piloted back into Earth’s gravity. Aelin closed her eyes and breathed out slowly, repeating soothing inhales and exhales as she felt the re-entry.

“Lani, Flight – the Thresher has confirmed it is ready for pick-up.”

“Copy, Flight.”

The metal beast rattled as the boosters detached and hurtled to the ocean, far far below them still. Aelin knew that the craft would be burning right now, but with the heat shield and their temperature-controlled suits, no one could feel a thing.

As the free-fall continued for a few minutes or so, Aelin gripped Rowan’s hand harder, tensing as the craft jerked back – the parachutes. Their descent slowed and an indeterminate amount of time later, they crashed into the ocean. The pontoons that were set off kept them afloat as they all checked in with each other, assuring that everyone was ok.

The mood was vivid and excited as a hissing sound filled the craft and the door popped open, the sun blinding. “You guys lost or something?”

Lorcan and Fenrys let out shocked cries, “Corsario?”

“The one and only,” the man replied, a smug grin splitting his face in two. His sea green eyes sparkled as he and his crew helped them out of the ship and onto the motored boat that would take them to the Thresher, Terrasen’s Navy’s amphibious transport docking ship.

“Guys, this is Rolfe Corsario, we were all in boot camp together,” Lorcan explained, gesturing between him, Fenrys, and Rolfe. The sailor held out his hand to help Aelin into the boat and she noticed that his brown skin was covered in tattoos that resembled maps. Aelin held onto his hand even after she sat down, trying to get a better look.

“Ah, can’t let you do that,” he said, pulling his hand from her grasp before hopping neatly down and sitting by the motor.

“Why not?” The whole crew, save for Lorcan and Fenrys who just rolled their eyes, leaned in to listen.

Fenrys cut in before Rolfe could answer her, “They’re not for mortal eyes.” He received a quick swat to the back of his head before Rolfe turned to her.

“They’re Mycenian markings. Can’t let outsiders see them,” he said with a wink and lazy grin as he steered the boat to the Thresher.

“They’re on your hands, dipshit,” Lorcan said, twisting his helmet off and tossing it by his feet. “Anyone can see them.”

“I’m going to ignore that and still let you onto my ship.”

One by one, the astronauts popped their helmets off and sighed at the cool ocean breeze. Aelin closed her eyes, tilting her head back up to the sun just as a shadow passed over her and she frowned, opening her eyes to find that they had arrived at the ship.

Elide offered to let Aelin go up the ladder first but the blonde shook her head, waiting until she was the last one on the boat. Taking a deep breath, Aelin stepped up to the ladder and nodded to herself, stepping on the first rung.

She froze and looked to the side, seeing Rolfe waiting patiently. He dipped his chin once, “Welcome back.”

+*+*+*+*+*

Aelin had requested that no media be there when the plane touched down in Orynth. The thought of being the centre of attention, in a media hailstorm, had her feeling queasy.

TNSB had complied and when she stepped off the plane, the only people she saw were a handful of TNSB employees, the scientists who had brought her home.

The second she saw a flash of moon-white hair and another of yellow-gold, she let out an undignified squeal and ran, blatantly ignoring Weylan and Gavriel to launch herself at Manon and Asterin. They laughed and hugged her tight.

“So, what does it take for you to get Darrow’s job,” Aelin muttered, the question directed at Manon.

The white-haired woman shrugged as Asterin cackled, “He wants to fire her.”

Aelin pulled back, “What! Why, what’d you do?”

Manon just shrugged again and flipped her hair over her shoulder, “I might’ve leaked some confidential flight plans to Elide. He didn’t appreciate that.”

“Gods, I missed you two,” Aelin breathed, hugging them close again. “Thanks for getting me home.” The back of her throat ached with tears and she wiped her eyes.

Eventually, the rest of her crew caught up with her and they exchanged professional greetings with both Weylan and Gavriel. The cold disdain for the director of TNSB was palpable and Elide gently patted Lorcan’s arm, speaking in Blackbeak as she told him, “Stop frowning at him. Weylan’s about to shit himself.”

He chuckled darkly as Manon and Asterin cackled once more. Asterin surveyed her boss, who was talking with Nesryn a few metres away, “I bet he will.”

“Ten bucks?”

“Are we children,” Aelin asked, an unimpressed arch to her brows, “Ten’s too low, I say we go for the big bucks.” They continued with their childish banter as some frazzled-looking woman herded them off the tarmac and into headquarters.

Aelin lingered outside, eyes on the sky. The woman tried to get her attention, but Rowan said he’d wait for her and catch up later.

The sun’s glare became too bright for her eyes and she blinked hard, pivoting neatly to the door, where she found Rowan. A smile grew on her face and she walked quickly to his side, tucking herself under his arm and into his side. “Waiting for me again, are we?”

She grabbed his hand and tugged him behind her, only to be sent backwards when he didn’t move. “Ro, what are you- oh!” He settled his hand on her waist and tipped her chin back, green eyes swimming with too much and not enough all at once.

“For you, Fireheart,” he murmured, tracing his thumb over the apple of her cheek, “for you I’d wait forever.”

+*+*+*+*+*+*

an: annnnd that’s a wrap! thank you all for reading and sticking with me through this whole lil thang - this was super fun to write

@mythicaitt @tinywolfofeyllwe @schmlip-scribble @the-regal-warrior @westofmoon @empire-of-wildfire @rhysands-highlady @city-of-fae @shyvioletcat @alifletcher2012 @tangledraysofsunshine @ttakeitbacknoww @tswaney17 @ourbooksuniverse @flora-and-fae @thesirenwashere @queenofxhearts @that-other-pineapple @sleeping-and-books @superspiritfestival @faerie-queen-fireheart @chemicha @rowaelin-cressworth @mynewdreamwasyou @candid-confetti @bat-wing-rhys @the-reading-obsessed-stitchbear @feyrethedarklady @booklover41802 @rowaelinforeverworld @jamesxdaisy @julemmaes @hellas-himself @kayjaybea @ghostlyrose2 @but-she-was-aelin-galathynius @queen-of-glass @can-dreamers-be-lost-too @i-love-all-books

114 notes · View notes

bisluthq · 3 years

Note

I’m the anon who said maybe she doesn’t have a chef and cleaner etc, just wanted to clarify that I fully expect her to have cleaners, I didn’t phrase it well, but I was just trying to get people to imagine what ’the servants quarters’ look like in period movies, only hers is like lined with CCTV monitors like a mall security cop lol. I didn’t express myself well, I’m tired AF and on pain killers so am a little spacey lol

Also I’m curious about how she lives with staff, like I fully expect her to have people there, but knowing she’s so scared of wire taps and her team sweeps for bugs etc, I wonder how she actually functions with strangers/ employees having access to her home… like does she have a room or vault where she keeps her laptop and hand written lyrics? Is there a room off limits to staff? Do they have to hand their phone over when entering her main home/ turning up to clean? Was she and Joe writing at the piano together while someone else was vacuuming in another room or cleaning her toilet? Idk this is just interesting to me cause she’s so afraid of shit about her getting out, especially music leaking, so would she even be comfortable having a notebook with a song draft on the couch while people were cleaning up? It’s not uncommon for uk tabloids people to go through the trash of celebs and publish that there was a pregnancy test wrapper in the bin (so messed up), but knowing people do that and how much an employee could make by leaking any private details about her… I just wonder what she does to prevent it and deal with her own anxiety around it - other than being a good boss who treats her people well… we had one celeb out here who used to drive their trash to the tip to stop tabloid people going through it 😬

And speaking of her being a good boss, I remember after the speak now tour she paid for all her road crew to take their family to Disney land for a holiday as a thank you gift for helping her tour, and to make up for them being away from family for so long. She does so much stuff like that, but I just always remember that one cause people often forget their roadies but she’s known to actually interact with them and encourages them to bring family out whenever they want and gives them huge bonuses and gifts…. My ex worked security at an arena (more like an usher than a security- they had no training lol) and SO MANY artists , even the dad rocker types have the ‘don’t look at me’ rule, meanwhile others will invite anyone near by to join them for after show drinks and shit. Famous people are so weird with this shit lol

Agreed.

Re Taylor and staff I do think she signs NDAs with them and then sorta just has to trust them. She pays really well and she’s a kind and sweet boss and she has influence as a celeb so idk that leaking something will make you enough money to never have to work again and like she’ll badmouth you to everyone so that’d suck.

And I wouldn’t be shocked if there’s a no phone rule inside the homes especially when she’s there but even when she’s not.

#nat talks queen shit

1 note · View note

weartirondad · 5 years

Text

Call Me Son One More Time

Endgame Compliant but Tony Stark Lives ‘cause of course he does.

FF.net I ao3

Russian translation: Назови меня сыном ещё раз

“So you’re their last resort, huh?” Peter asks, the dry humor falling from his lips harsh and unfamiliar and wrong, but doesn’t make a move to turn around when Steve Rogers enters the room.

He’s heard the footsteps all the way down the hallway, alternating with the monotone beeping of the heart monitor to his right in an unnerving staccato.

Beep. Step. Beep. Step. Beep. Step. Beep.

Now the steps have halted and instead he feels the man pausing in the doorway, his presence alerting something in Peter’s subconscious that he doesn’t dwell on. Like everything else he lets it drone past him, staying in the place in his mind that is only made up of dull, monotonous beeps.

Captain America sighs and takes one more step into the room before closing the door behind him “They are worried for you, son.”

“I’m not your son,” he bites back bitterly before he can think about it. His heart squeezes when the word leaves his mouth and tears spring to his eyes that he tries desperately to blink away.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

He looks down into his lap where his hands are cradling the remains of the shattered arc reactor tenderly.

There’s not much left from the housing unit but the upper part of the frame is still intact and that’s where his thumb inevitably comes to rest. He can feel the slight unevenness in the metal and he doesn’t have to see past the tears that keep on coming to know why it’s there.

There’s another sigh to his left and a part of him wants to start laughing hysterically. Is this what Captain America does when faced with a real teenager? He has half the mind to say that he was more eloquent in the PSA videos but when he opens his mouth he’s surprised by the sob that comes out instead.

He used to joke about these videos with Mister Stark.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

The presence behind him shifts and his body tenses in anticipation of a touch. When it doesn’t come he forces himself to relax again – muscle by muscle until his posture isn’t so cramped anymore It’s by no means loose but his brain feels less fight-and-flight triggered. He realizes then that his back is hurting from being hunched over for hours on end for the past two days and that his legs are tingling from sitting still.

He remembers the feeling all too way from days spent building the most outlandish Lego sets with Ned, from sitting through ridiculous movies with Aunt May and, as of late, from nights spend in the lab with his mentor – the excitement of creation pushing away everything else until he tries to stand up and almost topples over only to be caught again.

Mister Stark always caught him.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

“Tony will wake up.”

“You don’t know that.”

No one knows that. They keep telling Peter that, according to all tests they’ve run, he should wake up – he’s supposed to wake up – soon but he knows that they don’t know. Because if he could wake up – why is he still laying in that awful white hospital bed that Peter knows he hates.

“No, I don’t,” Steve Rogers amends with yet another sigh and it’s weird because Peter doesn’t even know what he’s wearing but his mind paints him in a brown, loose- knit cardigan and a white, blue, red bowtie, “But I have hope because I know him and I know how much he has to come home to and he’s never given up without a fight before, kid.”

“Don’t call me kid.”

He’s not sure why he’s being so difficult but something about Steve Rogers in his mentor’s hospital room unnerves him. Just him, being there and alive and healthy and walking around and speaking about hope. How dare he? How dare he talk about believing that he’ll wake up when he doesn’t know – can’t understand what’s on the line for Peter.

Pepper understands. Rhodey and Happy do, too. Morgan misses her dad but she can’t grasp the concept of him being gone yet. He almost envies her for that.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

“Why are you here?” he demands but it’s lacking force when he still isn’t turning around and instead lets his thumb caress the rough engraving of Peter was here in the top right corner of the triangle. Unconsciously his grip around the metal tightens and he feels the blood supply to his fingers cut off just as his lungs start protesting painfully because somewhere along the lines he must’ve stopped breathing.

He inhales and unclamps his fingers, watching pink return into his knuckles.

“Your family thought I might be able to –“

“Bullshit,” he cuts him off and doesn’t even feel bad for it. He only feels like more like crying because Mister Stark is supposed to tell him off. He just wants him to tell him off – He wants –

He’s hyperventilating, he realizes distantly, and holds his breath, counting to ten before letting it out. He wants his shoulders to stop shaking and he wants his heart to stop beating so fast and he wants his mind to be quiet. But he knows as long as this room is so eerily quiet, his mind won’t ever shut off. He knows. He knows.

He almost forgot about the other person in the room until there’s another sigh. Seriously? Is that all he’s good for? Is that why he’s still walking around instead of –

“I wanted to check up on him,” he tells him quietly, earnestly and Peter knows he’s sad, he knows he’s worried about his mentor too, but he’s so angry, too, and so bitter and he feels so cold and alone. He whirls around, glaring at the huge blonde man towering a couple of steps away.

“Oh, so now you’re feeling bad for abandoning him?” he spits out, right hand tightening around the arc reactor again. The one they worked on together. The one Mister Stark kept all those years. The one he wore when everyone came back. The one he wore when he looked so close to death, Peter could’ve sworn the reaper has had his hands already on it.

“You’re – you’re enhanced,” he accuses him and hates the tears stinging his eyes making him look like a child throwing a tantrum. “You could’ve – you were supposed to help him. It should’ve been you. It should’ve been anyone but –“ He screws his eyes shut trying to keep from crying but knowing from the tickling in his nose that that’s a lost cause.

“You’re right. And I’m sorry, kid.”

“Don’t call me that,” he interrupts heatedly.

Captain America doesn’t care much about his antics, though, he just keeps going. “I’m sorry about a lot of things. There’s so many things I still have to talk to to Tony. There’s things I need to ask for forgiveness for, things I need to thank him for and I know we have been… estranged before but I know him well enough that he doesn’t regret what he’s done. I’ve seen him work relentlessly towards this. I’ve heard him talk about you –“

He tries to not squish the reactor in his hands but he is so angry and so helpless and he doesn’t know what to do and he just wants Steve Rogers to leave him alone again. He wants him far away from Mister Stark and he wants Mister Stark to wake up and tell him that himself. He wants to be held. He just wants to be held.

“Tony loved you a lot, son, and –“

He has enough of this.

“Call me son one more time and I’ll –“

Snap.

He crushes the remains of the reactor in his palm, barely feeling the sting of the metal piercing his skin because –

Beepbeepbeepbeepbeep

“’ete?”

He turns around slowly, eyes wide and heart afraid. He’s scared to be disappointed but he’s heard it and he’d recognize that voice in a sea of billions and – he blinks.

“Mister Stark?” he whispers and steps forward as if he’s being pulled by invisible strings.

“Hi kid,” the man in question babbles with a lopsided grin, eyes unfocused until they land on Peter and then he frowns when he looks further, then settles back on him. “Y’ok’y?”

“Am I –“ he cuts himself off incredulously, “I’m –“ a hysteric bout of laughter leaves his lips and hurts in his chest before turning into a sob, “I’m- - fuck – you’re alive.”

The man makes a disgruntled sound at the back of his throat and it’s all Peter needs to fall forward and into his chest where Tony awkwardly puts an arm around him, trying to calm him down but it’s not working.

Because Mister Stark is awake and Peter broke the arc reactor and Captain America is in the same room and Mister Stark’s breath is in his ear and his beard scratches his temple as he moves to press a kiss to his hair and he’s being held and Mister Stark is alive and, for the first time in days, Peter feels some of the tenseness leak out of his body and his vision is dizzy but it doesn’t matter because Mister Stark is there to catch him.

“Uff, kid, you might, uh, might wanna take it easy on your old man here for a bit.”

As if hit by lightning Peter jumps away from the bed, afraid to have hurt his mentor in any way, eyes flitting between the monitor with his vital signs and the man himself.

“Nu- uh, come back, Pete,” he reaches out and, as if on second thought, turns his head to the other superhero in the room who hasn’t uttered a word yet, “And, Steve, would ya mind getting me some water? A nurse maybe? This headache is killing me. Oh and tell –”

Peter barely hears his reply because Mister Stark is scooting over, motioning for him to join him on the rather narrow bed and he can’t really form a coherent thought but he lets himself be guided until his ear is resting on the older man’s chest and he can hear is heart beat in unison with the monitor and there’s a hand in his hair and Mister Stark is alive.

When he speaks, his voice reverberates through Peter’s entire body and it’s the best feeling ever.

“So you don’t like Captain America calling you son, son?”

“You’re awful,” he mumbles into his chest and tucks himself under his mentor’s chin more firmly. “No one even talks like that anymore.”

They’re quiet for a moment after that but Peter can already hear the commotion coming down the hallway. A small, selfish part wishes they would take longer to get here.

“I’m so glad you’re okay, Mister Stark,” he whispers just as the door flies open and the whole room starts becoming a flurry of activity. His heart soars when he feels another kiss pressed to the top of his head and being hugged even tighter to his chest.

A/N: I’m gonna dedicate this to @ironfamjam who for some inexplicable reason is worried about her writing and she’s one of the very BEST out there so have me sharing my mediocre head canon with you to show you that it really doesn’t matter as long as you’re having fun.

While you’re at it. This is her ao3, show her some love !

#irondad #irondad fic #peter parker #tony stark #steve rogers #hamilton reference #cause ive been listening to it nonstop for 4 days #also this is like i said mediocre but i had to write it so i thought i might as well share it #josis fic #call me son one more time

163 notes · View notes

abrunettefangirlnerd · 4 years

Note

It's currently 3 am and I should sleep, but i just saw your post of request ideas. So wanted to ask you if you could do a Loki x teen!Reader. Where the reader meets Loki in some way and she touches him and connect their souls 'cause she has powers she doesn't know about. And then some day she's in pain or smth and Loki feels it and comes to her. And she finds out she just can connect her soul with someone she trusts. And loki is all sweet ? And angst maby. Please and thank you. Hope it's ok.

Hello lovely! Here is what I have so far. I will be posting this on my wall as well, and I will probably continue for at the very least one more part. I hope you like it, and I hope you get some sleep!! <3

The ground beneath your feet trembles as the latest villain of New York decides they are powerful enough to take on the Avengers. Living in the city you thought you would get used to this, but every time is different and equally terrifying. Your parents have suggested that you all move. A suggestion you have constantly protested till you were blue in the face. Despite all the danger, you feel as though it is where you belong.

A team of nanobots cling together as they tear a hole in the wall in front of you. Before you could react, the nanobots swarm over your body and carry you out of the window of your high school. The wind ripples through your hair as your screams illuminate the sky around you. Then suddenly you are falling. The nanobots let go of you right over the chaos of moving cars and frantic people not paying attention.

Two arms grab you from impending death and a sense of calm washes over you. Looking into an ocean of blue eyes, you find them looking into your (Y/E/C) orbs. An unnatural electricity travels from your skin into his fingertips. It is as if a part of you knows this man, but yet you’ve never met before. Despite the calming sensation radiating off of him, your heart begins to flutter at an irregular rate. Excitement, longing, and safety overwhelms your system as you feel the possibility of fainting approach.

“Hold on a moment little bird.” His accent leaks into your conscious and you find yourself releasing a breath you’ve been holding. “We are almost there.”

Tearing your eyes from his, you try to take in the rest of his appearance. He is lean but still a little muscular. Shiny, long dark hair flows in the wind behind him like smoke. His face is slender and you swear you’ve seen him before, but you can’t quite put your finger on it.

You’re time is cut too short, to your dismay. The mystery man returns you to the front of your high school. His careful touch directs you to sit on the steps leading to the front set of doors. You look into his eyes one last time and feel a pain of sadness heave from your chest. All you want to do is stay in his arms and stare into his eyes.

“Oh my god!” Your best friend Cami exclaims behind you. “Loki just saved your life!”

“Who?” You slowly stand up with Cami’s help. Still dazed, but your eyes don’t leave him until he is out of view.

“You know! Loki is Thor’s brother, the Avenger. Super muscular, hot, and strong.”

Loki just saved your life. A god you barely knew but somehow felt like you did. He stopped what he was doing and saved you, out of anyone else in New York. That kind of stuff just didn’t happen right? It just happened by chance, that must be the reason. Though, no matter how hard you try to convince yourself, there is something in the way it felt to be around him that you couldn’t shake.

Two Years Later

Walking home from the latest dance club, you think about how much fun you’ve had tonight. Today was your 17th birthday and Cami took you out dancing because she knows it is your favorite thing to do. You’ve always loved how the music can sway your body. For you it is much more of the feeling of the music versus the lyrics.

You turn down an alley leading to a shortcut to your apartment a few blocks down. Normally you don’t walk alone at night or you get a cab, but there it is really hard to get a cab this late at night. Besides, it isn’t too terribly far of a walk.

Two men lounge against an old rotting dumpster in the middle of the alley. They talk to each other in hushed whispers that sends an unsettling shiver up your spine. Everything about this feels wrong and you go to turn around when they spot you.

“Hey, don’t walk away from us!” The man shouts. “We know you saw us. Let’s just chat.”

Attempting to sprint in heals is not a good plan. No one can actually do it and it is a good way to lose one’s balance. Thankfully you catch yourself before you completely fall to the ground, but it allows the men extra time to get to you.

One grabs you by the arm and pulls your body close to his. You can smell the tobacco seeping from his clothes into your nostrils. You’ve never been one to like the smell, your uncle smokes and would often blow the residue in your face. The smell has left you extremely nauseous and sensitive over the years.

You almost don’t notice the gun the second man pulls out from his belt. As your mind detects what is going on, the man holding you grabs for your purse. It is small but does happen to carry your credit card, and a few twenty-dollar bills. You don’t put up much of a fight. You’ve always been told that if someone had a gun and wanted your purse, to just give it to them. It’s not worth your life.

“What do you think Hal?” The man with the gun asks. “Think we should let her go so easily? Or should we have some fun first?”

A lump forms in the back of your throat as you process what he is saying. Limb paralyzing fear immobilizes your body. Your mind is screaming at your legs to move, but they don’t obey the command. The man holding you pulls out a knife and gently grazes the cool metal against your cheek.

“Pretty girls sting.” The man Hal sings. “But so do boys with broken wings.”

A cool sharp pain congregates on your face, your cheek. The man holding the knife slowly cuts your skin deep enough for blood to slowly drip from your pierced skin. As an inhuman sound erupts from your throat, the second man covers his hand over your mouth and grabs it to keep from moving. Tears stream down your face. Forming a new gloss over your cut, causing it to sting worse than before.

You can now feel the flat part of the blade float over your collarbone. The man removes it like before, and you await the next cut on your flesh. But it never comes. In fact the men release you from their grasps and you see them running for their lives down the alley. It occurs to you that you should be running too. If there is something scary enough to make them run, then you definitely do not want to stick around.

However, your body still does not want to comply with your thoughts. One step in that direction sends your body tumbling to the concrete below. But like the second cut of the knife, you do not feel your body meet the ground. Instead two familiar arms catch you and curl you closer to their owner.

“You have some explaining to do, little bird.”

You wake up in your own bed and in a fresh set of pajamas from your drawer. Remembering what happened in the alley your hand shoots up to your cheek. Feeling all around your skin; you expect to find stitches, an open cut, or at the least a scar. There is nothing. In disbelief you stand up and rush to a mirror in your room, but it only confirms the impossible.

“You should lay back down.” A deep alluring voice from behind makes you jump from your skin. “There is a chance you could be in shock.”

Whipping your head around you come face to face with him once again. Your mysterious man that saved you in the clouds, Loki. Examining him, you see that very little has changed. His frame is still lean but muscular, tall, and his dark hair rests around his shoulders. Every inch of him calls out to you like before and you feel instantly safe.

“Why are you here? How did you know I was in trouble?” Your voice is horse, barely over a whisper but just as strong.

“I should be asking you that question.” Loki takes a step closer to you slowly, trying not to startle you. “Two years ago I started being able to sense when you are in trouble or scared. Most of the time is was false alarms. You getting in trouble at school, or with your parents, when you are watching a scary movie. Of which you probably should stop watching, I don’t think it is very healthy for your heart to experience such distress.”

Loki’s movements continue, slow and methodical. As if he is approaching a wild beast and does not want to provoke it. The closer he gets the more intoxicated by his presence you are. Once he stops just a few inches from you, you finally process what he said.

“What are you saying?”

“I think you linked us. I don’t think you are an ordinary human like everyone else. There is something…” He smiles before continuing, “extraordinary about you. And I mean that in the best of ways.”

Nothing could keep away the dash of blush that filters through your cheeks. Obviously Loki noticed it as well and a greater smile crosses his lips. You are hit with another wave of intoxication as you revisit the pleasure of how close he is to you. Before you could say or do anything, you feel your legs threaten to give way. Loki notices this too and gently helps you back to your bed.

Loki peels back the covers on your mattress as you slip underneath them. A new sense of fear engulfs you at the possibility that he will leave. That he will disappear out your window and you’ll never see him again. Or at the very least, another two years.

“Please don’t go.” You’re voice sounds like a begging child. Signaling, you direct Loki to lay down next to you in your bed. He quickly obliges like he had no intention of leaving at all.

“How do you know where I live?” You ask.

“Don’t be frightened okay?” Loki’s fingers lightly trace your arm in a back-and-forth motion. “After the first intense episode of your distress, I was worried and wanted to check on you. I got your address from a… friend.” You smile as you get the feeling the person he is referring to isn’t entirely his buddy. “Then it just became a habit. At night I would visit to give me some peace of mind that you are safe. It’s strange, I’ve never cared so much for a mortal to stay alive.”

“But you said I’m different.” You interject and Loki just nods in agreement. “When you saved me a couple years ago, and even right now, I feel this connection like I know you. Or that I am supposed to know you. I swear almost every night I have dreams about you.”

Loki’s soft chuckles lightly move your bed. Unsure of what could be so funny, you knit your eyebrows together and look up at his perfect god-like face. How is it possible for one person to be this gorgeous?

“I know you dream about me.” Loki tries to contain his laughter. “I’ve heard you call my name a few times. It is very fun for me.”

You playfully smack his chest. Of which just makes him laugh more than before. Not able to resist the contagiousness of his laugh, you join in too as you hide your face in the side of his body. An uncontrollable heat spreads through your face and you would be embarrassed for him to see.

But Loki doesn’t let you off the hook that easily. Knowing that you are virtually unmovable, Loki positions his body to shrink down to your eye level. His beautiful blue eyes pierce yours, bypassing your wards and right into your soul. Never have you met someone who can make your toes curl by just one look.

“Before two years ago I didn’t know what was missing.” Loki’s soft voice brushes against your nose, drawing you in. “I thought just watching over you during the night… I thought it was enough. But being this close. I don’t think I can leave.”

“Then don’t.” Your words are so soft, you’re not sure you actually said them.

Loki’s fingers move some free hairs from your face, and you are reminded of how he is only a few inches away from you. Uncontrollably, your heart begins to race and you wonder if he can feel it too. If he does, Loki offers no indication of the sort.

As he tucks the last bit behind your ear his hand rests on the side of your face. His thumb strokes the skin just below your eye before his finger traces the line of your jaw. Keeping near the section that joins your neck, his fingers explore that part of you as well. Little electrical butterflies are left behind in their place, exciting every cell in your body.

Loki’s lips cautiously brush against yours. Lighting the ignition, you close your eyes and deepen the kiss. You become suddenly afraid he may take his initial action back. But those fears are chased away by Loki pulling your body closer to his own. Your limbs intertwine with his as you both attempt to close any gap between.

Still not satisfied with the perceived distance, Loki partially hovers his body over yours as his free hand travels down your waist. Meanwhile, you run your fingers though his locks of dark hair. Pulling on a strand or two, you find that he secretly loves it. Even though he may deny it later.

Your body glides with his as your heartbeats rise with new demands. Then suddenly there is nothing but air around you. Loki is gone. Taking the opportunity to catch your breath, you look around your room and find Loki sitting on your window sill. His breaking is has heavy as your own.

“I’m sorry.” He manages to say.

Suddenly you feel very exposed. All your clothing is in tact but you’ve never felt more naked. Does he regret what happened? Is he going to leave? Will he ever come back?

“Don’t mistake my apology as a sign of regret.” It’s like he can read your mind, or at least your face. “I just… I can be dangerous if I get carried away. I don’t think I could bare something happening to you, especially at my hand.”

You nod, trying to decide if you believe him. Loki is almost out of your room, only one simple move and he can disappear well into the night. But he doesn’t. Instead, Loki slips back into your room and watches your eyes intently for a sign to stop. His body reposition next to yours and you rest your head against his chest as his arms warp around you protectively.

“Sleep, little bird.” Loki’s voice draws you to sleep. “Tomorrow we will figure out how special you truly are.”

Chapter 2

5 notes · View notes

make-me-imagine · 5 years

Text

Heartstring

Soulmate AU Number 4

Number One - “Sparks” - Newt Scamander x reader

Number Two - “True Loves Kiss” - Eggsy Unwin x reader

Number Three - “In the Eye of he Beholder” - Heimdall x reader

Au Premise: Everyone is tied to their soulmate by a golden thread around their wrists. The thread is only visible to you are your soulmate, and gets brighter the nearer you get.

Note: I do not take requests for this series. Note 2: I edited this a bit to make it a tad better.

Pairing: Ten (Doctor Who) x reader

Gender: Any/Neutral Triggers: None

*You’re POV*

You thought it was such an odd concept. The idea of soulmates. It seemed like such an unworldly thing. You stared at the faint thread around your wrist, barely visible. The brighter it was, the more near your soulmate was. Yours must be on the other side of the world most of the time. Occasionally it gets a bit brighter, but never enough for them to be close by. There was a moment a few years ago, when the string suddenly grew brighter, brighter than you had ever seen it, but it faded almost immediately. The only thing you were able to come up with was that they had been flying in a plane overhead. Sometimes it was so faint you were afraid they were dying. That’s what happens when they die, the thread fades away until it’s completely gone.

A bus drove by, horn honking, causing you to break from your thoughts. You looked around the almost empty park before sighing. You stood deciding to go home, it would get dark soon.

**Doctors POV**

It had been a quiet few days, and lonely, though he was used to that. The Doctor stared out the door of the Tardis, up at earths night sky. His eyes wandered down to the string around is wrist. The soulmate string, or heartstring as he liked to call it was an unusual thing, the one thing in the whole universe he couldn’t explain. For an immortal Timelord, the string was only around his wrist when he was in the right time and place. He had figured out that you were on Earth, that was easy enough. But time-wise got a bit more tricky. He had been to earth multiple times, different years. He had a rough idea of the years you were alive, but he had no idea what age you were during them. But then again, he never truly made an effort to find you. He was too afraid. What if you couldn’t handle being a timelords soulmate? Let alone his. What if he would disappoint you? Hurt you? Get you killed?

Staring down at his wrist, the string was barely visible. He was on the wrong side of the world it seemed, right time though, at least he knew you were alive. Turning and looking into the Tardis he decided it was time to find you, to see you. At least just to get a glimpse of you.

Flicking a few switches and smashing a few buttons, the Tardis whirred, seemingly with excitement as he moved from one place to another. Checking the date, he sees he moved three days forward, glancing at his wrist, it’s brighter this time. Brighter than it’s ever been. He’s closer. You’re closer. His hearts pounded in his chest. What was he doing?

But something else happened, an alarm, he didn’t understand. The Tardis was warning him about something, something here, now. Something dangerous. Running out of the Tardis, something in his body couldn’t help but worry, couldn’t help but know that this was about you. But why here, why now?

**You’re POV**

Throwing the trash bag into the larger dumpster outside your eyes catch on something. The string, it was brighter. Much brighter. You glance around you instinctively, but you see no one. Their closer, but where? Hearing something in the distance, it sounded like someone crying out. Looking down at your wrist again your mind was torn, it could be them, but, something also felt wrong. The curiosity was too much, you couldn’t help it. You walked towards the noise, down the eerily empty street.

“Hello?” you called out “Is there someone out here?”

You heard it again, “Help me” is sounded monotone, and cold. Suddenly you felt a chill go down your spine. This wasn’t right. That wasn’t human. You weren’t sure how you knew, but you did. Turning back around, you planned on leaving, but there was a figure in front of you. You leapt backwards before your eyes could really focus on the figure.

It was a tall, a very tall, man? Black eyes no other features, no mouth. But you heard the noise come from them again “Help me” it’s voice was deep, cold. Your eyes widened and you weren’t sure what to do.

The creature took a step towards you, you took a step back, an another, until your back hit the dumpster. You couldn’t tare your eyes away from the being, you were too scared.

Suddenly a hand wrapped around your wrist. You yelped and turned to the left, your eyes meeting a tall man, he stared into your eyes as he tugged on your wrist “Run” he pulled you with him as you ran, down the street before turning down an alley. You heard a shriek of some sort come from behind you, where that thing had been.

You rounded another corner and ran into an empty hallway before you stopped. The man pulled a long metal object out of his pocket, staring at it as if he was reading something “Who are you?” you asked.

The Doctor turned towards you, his eyes meeting yours before they glanced down to your hand, which he was still holding. The small smile that flicked across his face made you look down.

The golden string was brighter than you had ever seen it, and it was short, leading directly to his. You looked back up at him, your eyes wide, before you could say anything you heard another shriek, closer this time. Turning you see the figure at the end of the alley running towards you, it had a mouth now, it was big and seemed to be leaking black goo.

You were running again, rounding a corner you see a big blue Police Box. You didn’t have time to question why it was here of all places, nor did you have time to question why when you ran inside it as a huge room with a large control panel, it was bright and metallic bright lights blinking everywhere. It looked like something out of a Science Fiction movie.

The man, your soulmate, let go of your hand, pressing buttons and pulling levers. “Here we go!” he yelled, you could hear the accent of his voice. The whole room shook as you grabbed a railing. A loud whirring noise filled the room before silence fell.

He turned and looked at you before taking a few steps closer. You stared at each other for a moment before he spoke again “Are you okay?

You opened your mouth to speak “I- I, uh...I don’t know”

“Understandable” he took another step closer.

Your eyes darted to the string again, leading to him “What’s going on, who, what-what, I-” you were too flustered, too confused.

“It’s alright” he put his hands up “I’ll explain everything, but first I need to know one thing”

“What?”

“What’s your name?” he smiled lightly at you.

You paused for a moment before you felt yourself smile back, what was going on? “Y/n, and you are?”

“The Doctor” he seemed to straighten his body when he said it.

“That’s not a name”

“No” he shook his head, smile present “But it’s what I’m called”

You turned and looked towards the door “What if that thing finds us?”

“It wont” he approached you.

“How do you know?”

Suddenly you felt the room shake as he walked past you towards the door, reaching for the handle you stepped forward “Wait!” When the door flung open your fear was suddenly replaced by curiosity as you looked out. You were on a big green hill side, definitely not where you had just been.

You looked at him, mouth agape “I don’t understand...Who are you?”

“I know you don’t, but I’ll explain everything”

**Time Skip**

You stared down the grassy hill trying to process everything he had told you. He didn’t hold back, you knew what he was, what he could do, how old he was, you knew everything but his name. He was sitting next to you, bodies touching, no space between you.

“And that thing back there? What was that?”

He sighed “I don’t know that. But I need to find out, it might have hurt someone else, it almost hurt you” he was quiet for a moment as his fingers fiddled with the string around his wrist. The two of you looked at each other for a moment. You had only met two hours ago, but it was as if you knew each other for years. He suddenly stood up “Right. You’re going to stay here and I’m going to go back”

“Wait a second!” you stood as well “There is no way you are going back there without me”

“You could get hurt” he stated with obviousness and offense in his voice.

“So could you” you retorted “Besides, I have friends there and family, and I am not going to just let that thing roam around possibly hurting people” you walked past him and towards the Tardis “I’m going with you”

He stared after you, a smile breaking out onto his face. Following you inside he watched as you walked over to the control “Right, now” you looked over at him “How the hell do you fly this thing?”

His smile widened as he wandered over, his body was close as he stared down at you “I’ll take you with me on one condition”

“And whats that?” you stared up at him, feeling as though you had seen his eyes a thousand times.

“You do what I say and don’t get hurt”

“Deal”

You smiled at each other as he turned towards the panel, throwing switches “Alright then” as the Tardis roared into action his voice grew in volume “We’ll do this together” the thought almost made his hearts stop beating, pulling the last lever his arm wrapped around you, to keep you from being thrown by the movement of the Tardis “Alonsey!”

I’ll do a part two to this if anyone wants it. Just let me know. (Comment, p.m., askbox, etc)

504 notes · View notes

bloojayoolie · 4 years

Photo

Being Alone, Beautiful, and Bones: 69 TABLE F5 Once upon a time there was a lovely princess. But she had an enchantment upon ner OT a Tearur sort, wnicn coula only be proken by Love's first kiss. She was locked away in a castle guarded by a terrible fire breathing dragon. Many brave knights had attempted to free her from this dreadful prison, but none prevailed. he waited in the dragon's keep in the highest room of the tallest tower for her true love and true love's first kiss. Like that's ever going to happen. What a loony. Shrek Beware Stay out I think he's in here. All right. Lets get it! Hold on. Do you know what that thing can do to you? Yeah. He'll groan into your bones for his brains. Well actually that would be a giant. Now Ogres, huh, they are much worse. They'll make a soup from your freshly peeled skin. Theyll chew your livers, squeeze the jelly from your eyes. Actually, it's quite good on toast. Back, back beast, back! I warned you! Right. This is the part, where you run away. Yeah! And stay out. Wanted. Fairytale creatures. Right, this one is full. Take it away. Give me that. Your fine days are over. -25 pieces of silver for the witch. Next. -Come on. Sit down there! And be quiet! This cage is so small. You wouldn't turn me in. never be stubborn again. I can change. Please, give me another chance. Oh, shut up! Next. What do we got? This little wooden puppet. I'm not a puppet, I'm a real boy. Five shillings for the possessed toy. Take it away. No! Please, don't let them do it! Next. What do you got? Well, I've got a talking donkey! Right. Well that's good for ten schillings, if you can prove it. Oh, go ahead fella. Well? He's just li..., just a little nervous. He's really quite a chatterbox. You boneheaded donkey! That's it. I have heard enough. Guards! No, no, he talks, he does! I can talk. I love to talk. I've talked to... Get her out of sight! -No, no, I swear! Hey, I can fly. -He can fly! -He can fly! He can talk! -That's right, fool! Now I'm a flying, talking donkey! You might have seen house fly, maybe even a superfly. But I bet you ain't never seen a donkey fly! Seize him! Get him! This way! Hurry! You there. Ogre. -1. By the order of lord Farquaad. I am authorized to place you both under arrest. And transport you to designated resettlement facility. Oh really? You and what army? Can I say something to you? Listen, you were really, really something, back there. Incredible. Are you talking to......me? Yes, I was talking to you I just tell you that you were really great back there with those guards. They thought that was all over there. And then you showed up and BAM. There was tripping on over themselves like babes in th woods. That really made me feel good to see that. Oh, that's great. Really. Man, it's good to be free. Now, why don't you go celebrate your freedom with your own friends? But I... I don't have any fri And I'm not going out there by myself. Hey wait a minute. I have a great idea... I'll stick with you. You and me in green fighting machine. Together we'll scare the spin if anybody crosses us. Oh, a, t really scary. Maybe you don't mine me saying. If that don't work, your breath will certainly do the job done, 'cause... you definitively need some tic-tac or something, 'cause your breath stinks! Man ??? my note! Just like the time... ..and then I ate some rotten berries. Man I had some strong gases leaking out of my but that day. Why are you following me? I'll tell you why. 'Cause I'm all alone no one here, beside me. My problems have all gone. There's no one to derive me. But you got to have free ..-Stop singing!! Well, it's no wonder, you don't have any friends. Wow! Only a true frie be that truly honest. Listen! Little donkey. Take a look at me! What am 1? A......really tall? No! I'm an Ogre. You know, grab your torch and pitchforks. Doesn't that bother you? Nope. Really? -R- Oh? Man, I like you. What's your name? A..., Shrek. Shrek?! But do you know, what I like about you, Shrek? You've got that kind of. "I don't care what nobody thinks of me" thing. I like that, I re Shrek. You're all right. Uh, look at that. Who would wanna live in a place like that? That would be my home. Oh, it is lovely. Just beautiful. You know you're quite a decorator. It's amazing wha such a modest budget. I like that boulder. That is a nice boulder. I guess, you don't entertain much, do you? I like my privacy. You know I do to. That's another thing, we have in common. Lik when you got somebody in your face. You try to give them a hint and they won't leave. And then there's that big occurred silence, you know? Can I stay with you? -What? Can I stay with you course! -Really? No. -Please! I don't want to go back there. You don't how is like to be concerned like a freak. Well.... maybe you do. But that's why we have to stick together! You got to let Please! Please! OK, OK. -But one night only. -Huh, thank you! A, what are you do... No! This is going to be fun. We can stay up late, swap the manly stories. And in the morning... I'm maki Where do I sleep? Outside! Oh, a, I guess that's cool. You know, I don't know you and you don't know me.... GRAPH all alone outside. Sit by myself outside, I guess. I'm all alone, there's no one here beside me. -I thought, I told you to stay outside. -I am outside. Well James. This is far from the farm, but we have? It's not... What a lovely bed. -Got you! I found some cheese. Awful stuff. -Is that you Gordon? -How did you know? Enough! What are you doing in my house? Oh, no, no, no... the table! Where would we supposed to put her. The bed's taken. What? I live in a swamp. I've put up signs. I'm a terrifying Ogre! What do I have to do, to get a little privacy? Oh, no! N doing in my swamp? All right, get out of here. All of you. Move it! Come on, let's go. And hurry up, hurry up. No, no, not there. Not there! Hey don't look at me. I didn't invite them. Oh g us. -What? We were forced to come here. -By who? Lord Farquaad. He ??? All right. Who knows where this Farquaad guy is? Oh I do. I know where he is. Does anyone else know w Anyone at all? -Me. -Anyone? Oh pick me, I know! Me, me. Ok, fine. Attention all fairy tale things! Do not get comfortable. Your welcome is officially warned up. In fact. I'm gonna see right now and get all off my land and back where you came from. You. You're coming with me. All right. That's what I like to hear, man. Shrek and Donkey, two stubborn friends off c adventure. I love it. I'm on road again. Sing with me Shrek! I'm on road again... What did I say about singing? -Can I whistle? -No. -Well, can I hummer? -All right. That's enough. He n, run as fast as you can, you can't catch me. I'm the gingerbread man. You monster. I'm not a monster here. You are. You and the rest of that fairytale trash, poisoning my perte Where are the others? -Eat me. I've tried to be fair to you, creatures. Now my patience has reached its end! -Tell me! Or I'l...-No, no, not the buttons. Not gumdrop buttons. All ric Ok, Mi tell you. -Do you know the muffin-man?-The muffin-man? -The muffin-man. -Yes, I know the muffin-man. Who lives on Proully lane? -Well, she's married to the muffin-ma mufin-man! -She's married to the muffin-man. My lord! We found it. Well then, what are you waiting for? Bring it in. Magic mirror. Don't tell him anything! Evening. Mirror, mirror most perfect kingdom of them all? Well, technically, you're not a king. A..., felonious. -You were saying. -What I mean is a... ..you're not a king, yet. But you can become one. princess. Go on. So, just sit back and relax my lord, because it's time for you to meet today's eligible bachelorettes. And here they are. Bachelorette number one is a mentaily kingdom far, far away. She likes sushi and hottubbing anytime. Her hobbies include cooking and cleaning for two evil sisters. Please welcome... Cindereila. Bachelorette num from a land of fantasy. Although she lives with seven other man, she is not easy. Just kiss hers dead frozen lips and find out what a live wife she is. Come on. Give t up for. certainly not least. Bachelorette number three is a fire-breathing ????, dragon guarded castle, surrounded by a hot boiling lava. But don't let that cool you off. She's a loader so l guess, outside is best for me. Here I go. Good night. I do like that half d Teacher gave us a index card to write whatever we wanted on for the test. However, I glued the dialogue for the Shrek movie instead.

#funny #lol #humor #memes #meme #memehumor #dank memes #funny pics #rolf #lmao #Being Alone #Beautifu

1 note · View note

luckjustkissedyouhello · 5 years

Text

ISAIP Fic Teaser - Love So Sterng I: Pound Puppy Eyes

I’m working on a fanfic. i’ve been working on it forever....since January. It’s easily the longest fanfic I’ve every written, and clocks in at ~42,000 works. AND I’ve finished it. Currently, @brownwithafrown is very kindly betaing it. I discovered, on reaching the ending, that the fic will be a series. I’m so proud of finishing that i thought i’d post the the opening scene tonight.

Warnings (for the fic in general, not just the opening scene): Graphic violence. Foul language. More violence (in this scene). Blood. Vomit. Mentions of past (physical) child abuse and neglect, as well as mentions/discussions of past childhood sexual abuse (aka: Uncle Jack). Self harm. Prescription drug misuse. Anxiety/Panic Attacks. Non-canon Character Death. [I think that’s all - am I missing any @brownwithafrown?]

This scene especially is heavy on the violence/whumping of Charlie and Mac. The endgame is CharMac, though this fanfic doesn’t go there. No other pairings in this fic,

Title: Love So Sterng I: Pound Puppy Eyes

Summary: One of Frank’s bad choices has dire repercussions for two members of The Gang. Can they (and their friendships) survive the aftermath?

Mac doesn't register what he's hearing, at first.

He's down in the basement, rearranging the boxes of extra booze. Charlie complained he piled them too high. There was a step stool right there, for that very reason, but Charlie said he didn't like climbing on things, (not if he wasn't blitzed out of his head on inhalants and climbing a leaning tower of boxes to freedom via an air vent, apparently). And when Dee went down to get rum, she just squawked that the boxes were too heavy and that she was dizzy from basement fumes. Dumb bitch. So now Mac is pulling down the boxes, taking out four bottles per box so that there's only eight rather than twelve in the box, and stacking the boxes so they're chest height, no higher.

It's not his fault that he didn't know his own strength anymore (not that anyone gives a shit how hard he worked to look good and keep them safe with his hot new rockin' bod) and so he made the boxes too heavy. He hated doing inventory anyway because of this. Everyone had an opinion, but no one did the work (not that he didn't try to slide out of it himself). Also, it's not his fault that he couldn't find any more boxes. So now there's a lot of liquor bottles all around him on the floor. Brown liquor, clear liquor, whatever the hell Jägermeister is… And Mac may be debating snagging a few bottles for his and Dennis's place. It's not really stealing, if he's taking something he'd just drink in the bar without paying, right?

He has to admit, it's a decent workout, lifting boxes and moving things around, which is why he put on his workout mix a little while ago. The music tells his body to go more faster. So his ear buds are in, not even at maximum volume, but it still takes a while for him to realize that there is an awful lot of stomping and crashing going on upstairs for a bar that is closed. Charlie is up there cleaning while Mac moves the stock around. They closed early, it was only eleven on a Tuesday, but Dee was out on a 'date' (yeah, right) and Charlie was bummed because he hadn't seen Frank in days, and Mac was bummed because Dennis was in North Dakota again, visiting D/BJ ('don't call him Dennis-slash-Brian Junior' Dennis had shouted at him, but Mac thought the nickname was great and wanted to keep it - at least until the rest of the gang heard it - they had rules about this, banning of nicknames was not allowed without the nicknamer and nicknamed present, as well as at least one other member of the gang). So they decided to have a movie night to keep Charlie's spirits up. Which was why he is thinking about what liquor to snag – whiskey was winning out because Charlie tended to get sad as shit when he drank vodka straight and if Mac was honest with himself, Jägermeister made him kind of violent (the last time he had drank nothing but Jäger and Redbull, he put his hand through the mirror in the apartment's bathroom) when he accidentally sets a box on the earbuds cord and doesn't realize until the little earbud is ripped out of his right ear as he turns to grab the next box.

Just in time to hear a loud thud and Charlie scream. Mac's guts turn to ice. Because he knows each and every one of Charlie's screams, from frustrated to happy, sad to hungry, stoned to confessing love, (Charlie screams a lot) and that one was a rare one. That was the sound of pain. Charlie says something, Mac can just pick up on the highest sounds through the floor, and then there's another, softer thud than the one before.

Silence. Something is not right. Mac knows it in his bones. He runs for the stairs, he can't leave Charlie of all people alone up there with a threat, Charlie wasn't good in situations like this, didn't know how to ever just shut up and follow instructions, listening to the robber's words rather than getting distracted by like the light reflecting in a puddle or whatever else caught his eye – Mac once watched Charlie stare at the point of a mugger's knife for, like, three whole minutes before getting his wallet out while Mac and the crackhead *both* screamed at him fork over his cash. Which was only two dollars, in nickels, for some odd reason. Charlie was lucky Mac was with him and he didn't get knifed then, 'cause Mac was more smart and took Charlie's arm and ran as the mugger stared at his fistful of silvery metal and got this frustrated I'm gonna stab you anyway look on his face.

And. Yeah. No one is supposed to hurt Charlie. Not when Mac is around. He had made that promise to himself, and out loud to Charlie when they were like eight and Charlie had crawled through his bedroom window (scaring the shit out of Mac, who didn't know Charlie could climb up the side of his house like Spiderman!), sobbing and refusing to say why. Eight year old Mac was Ronnie then, and he held on to his friend and promised that he'd protect him, which just made Charlie cry harder. Mac had never forgotten that promise, and in school he caught more than one beating that was meant for the other man (and okay, sometimes Charlie got his ass kicked on Mac's behalf, but those weren't Mac's fault!), but Mac had made a promise to his oldest friend that day nearly forty years ago. He isn't going to break that now!

Charlie's rat bashing stick is leaning against the wall by the basement door. Without any other weapon, Mac decides it is better than nothing. Part of him is tempted to hide down in the basement and not come out. If it was anyone else up there alone, maybe he'd do that. But there's another thud, and now he can hear through the basement door the other guy's deep voice - fuck he's probably big - and Charlie's higher one shouting something, but he can't figure out what the fuck either of them are saying.

Charlie shouts again in pain, and that gets Mac moving again. It's Charlie. He can't leave him. Even if Mac is so scared his guts are frozen ice, he knows he has to see what's going on. He edges into the keg room, glad the door is open into the bar and he can sneak over to the doorway. What he sees makes him want to turn tail and hide, but also go over and beat the man's brains in with his bare fists.

Charlie is curled up fetal on the floor, on arm around his middle and the other up over his head, and Mac is pretty sure there's blood on Charlie's face, but he can't really see at the angle he's at. The dude, who is about Mac's height but looks much less beefy, but he's got a gun pointed at Charlie, and that's scarier than if Arnold himself was in the room. Mac heart is thudding so hard in his throat as he watches that he's afraid they both will hear it thudding and give him away, but they don't. The man just boots Charlie in the face, twice in rapid succession, boom boom without giving Charlie a chance to recover or even get his hands up to protect himself and says calmly: "I know you know where Frank is," while Charlie groans in pain, blood leaking between his fingers as he cups his hand to his smashed and bleeding nose.

"I don't!" Charlie answers, his voice is muffled by the hand he's got to his face, but it makes something twist in Mac's chest to hear Charlie sounding desperate and clogged with blood.

The man growls, actually growls and Charlie tries to shrink away, but he's got a dazed look on his face like he's not all there anymore and Mac can't blame him. Being kicked in the face is disorientating. The man reaches down and wraps his free hand in Charlie's hair and pulls up - Charlie cries out and has to grip the man's arm to keep from losing hair. The man shakes his fist and jerks Charlie's head around (wow, Mac's never seen an adult do that to another adult, though his father was fond of doing that to him when he was being a little bitch that didn't listen good). The man lets go of his hair and looks at the sleeve of the gray blazer he's wearing, marked by the blood that was on Charlie's hand.

Charlie's eyes go wide and he starts to raise his hands up, but the stranger is quicker. Mac watches it happen in what feels like slow-motion, helpless to stop it, the man swinging the gun in his hand in a wide, punishing arch that ends with a crack against Charlie's left cheekbone and Charlie starts to fall to the side, but the man grabs Charlie's shirt collar in his fist to keep Charlie upright and hits Charlie in the face with the gun twice more so quick Charlie doesn't get a chance to brace himself between blows. The bastard isn't giving Mac a chance to step in, he's got the gun too close to Charlie for Mac to try and stop him - he can't take the risk that the man will shoot Charlie before he will get to them.

Seeing the man just whale on Charlie makes Mac angry, his hand tightens on the Rat Stick as he watches. He prays as he does because he can't *do fucking anything*, just watch as the man lets go of Charlie's shirt and Charlie fucking crumples to the ground with a moan of pain. Mac fucking prays more in those moments than he has in the last year, begging God or Jesus or like, Saint Jude (the patron saint of lost causes and therefore pretty much the one that probably gives a shit about guys like Mac and Charlie) to step in and not let Charlie get shot. Mac isn't sure what he'll do if Charlie were to die.

Charlie doesn't get shot. Instead, he fucking *writhes* on the floor, banging his right fist into the ground, hard, muttering 'fuck, fuck, fuck!' under his breath. Like that can distract from the pain that his face must be in. Mac hates himself for just watching, but he knows, he *knows* he only has one chance to surprise the bastard with the gun and get Charlie (and him) out of this alive.

The bastard points the gun at Charlie. "Tell me where Frank is and I won't shoot you in your fucking face."

"I don't know where he is," Charlie says, his voice is still desperate, that sad desperate of someone who knows that they won't be believed, even though he's telling the truth.

The asshole growls again, and steps towards Charlie, the gun pointed at the floor as he raises his foot to kick Charlie again. And Mac decides that's it. Here's his chance. He needs to step in now, while the gun is pointed at the floor rather than Charlie. Mac finds that despite how much he hates seeing Charlie hurt, how much he hates this guy for hurting Charlie, a large part of him wants to be a coward and hang back, rush for the safety of the basement and hide there. But he can't do that. Can't leave Charlie to get beat up more, or worse.

Mac raises the bat and runs at the bastard. The guy turns to him just as Mac swings the bat. The spiked bat makes solid contact with the prick's head, Mac feels the shock of it connecting go down his arms (it's like driving a speeding car into a brick wall) and then Mac is sitting on his ass, having fallen for a reason he can't quite figure out for a long, dazed moment.

The guy hits the ground, the bat sticking to him, a spike shoved into his right eye, another driven in to his cheek. Mac stares at him, because the guy isn't moving, not even to breathe, and Mac still isn't sure why he's sitting down, except that *he* can't breathe and something catches his eye, he looks away from the not moving man and looks down at himself, because the something that caught his eye was blood, bright red and on his chest and it's his blood, and...and....there was a bang of the gun going off, wasn't there?

+++

end of teaser.

Thanks for reading!

12 notes · View notes

craftyshipper · 6 years

Text

My Future Is With You

Part 1 of 2, this was just spur of the moment thing, hope you like it. Rated M for mention of nudity.

Edit: Sorry here’s the link for chapter 2

"Congratulations." The physician beamed with happiness for her patient. "You're going to be a mother."

Momo covered her mouth with her hands as tears of joy slipped down her flushed cheeks and she had to take a moment before she could formulate her response. "How far along?"

"Almost a month dear." The older woman smiled and pulled out a pen. "I'm going to prescribe some prenatal vitamins that I want you to take once a day when your morning sickness isn’t as strong."

Momo nodded in understanding. She couldn't wait to tell Shouto about the news. They had been trying for months to have a baby and now it finally happened. Jirou was going to flip when she found out and so were Midoriya and Inasa, Shouto’s two best friends, all of them had been wondering when they were going to get to be an aunt and uncle.

"I want to see you back here in two weeks for a check up, okay?”

With shaking hands, she nodded her head and took the prescription paper from her doctor. “Thank you!” She managed and rushed out the door.

She was going to make a lovely dinner and tell Shouto the news when he got off from patrol tonight. She thanked her luck that he had gotten an early patrol shift this morning, he should be home by four. Which meant she had three hours to prepare.

“I can’t wait to see his face!” She squealed to herself and headed to the grocery store. Her red summer dress flowing out around her, seeming to dance along with her happy aura.

---------

Shouto sighed in exhaustion as he stepped through the door of the home he and his wife shared. He slipped off his snow white boots by the front door and stepped into the hallway. As he walked he unzipped the blue jacket of his hero costume revealing the black shirt he wore underneath it.

“Momo?” He called out to her.

Huh. She should be home, he knew she was going to the doctor’s this morning for a check up but that was almost four hours ago. Shrugging he stepped into their bedroom and grabbed a fresh set of clothes and headed for the bathroom. He turned the shower on, the warm water cascading outwards, small droplets hitting the glass door.

A large sigh escaped his lips as he stepped under the spray of water, the heat easily relaxing his muscles. Exhaustion alone hadn’t made him feel this way, it was the nature of the job. Midoriya and him were partners and the last hour of their patrol they ran into a hostage situation.

Midoriya had managed to get the man to slowly release each of his hostages, but a snide comment from one of the news reporters sent him into a rage. The criminal nearly ended up killing a child, but Shouto stepped in using his ice to shield the remaining hostages and safely removing them from the situation. Uravity and Froppy arrested him soon after.

Shouto would never forget the scared look on that little boys face when that man charged angrily at him. He frowned letting himself get lost in his thoughts, when a soft pair of arms came around him from behind.

He couldn’t help but smile. Momo always joined him in the shower after he returned home. He felt her naked breasts pressed into his back as she hugged him tighter.

“Are you okay?” She murmured into his back as she peppered kisses along his skin.

With a sigh he turned in her arms and hugged her tightly to his chest. “I am now.”

She smiled into his toned chest, a blush rising to her cheeks. Despite dating since their second year at UA and then getting married a year after graduation, she still blushed at the affection he saved just for her. He pulled away and raised her chin with his hand before kissing her softly on the lips.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” She murmured against his lips before she kissed him hungrily, and it was a good thing she hadn’t started cooking dinner yet, because things were about to get a little heated in the shower.

She couldn’t help the small giggle that escaped her lips when Shouto lifted her up so her legs wrapped around his waist. He pressed her against the wall, his kisses becoming more needy as they slid against her own before he moved his lips to her neck. He knew where her most sensitive spots were and she couldn’t be more grateful that he was a very giving lover.

These were the moments that she loved and she wouldn’t trade any of them for the world.

---------

Momo hummed to herself as she set the table with the small trays that held the noodles for Shouto’s favorite dish, Zaru Soba. She walked back to the counter next to the fridge to grab the dipping sauce’s that she placed into the small portion cups and placed them next to their respective trays.

Smiling from ear to ear, she heard Shouto’s footsteps behind her before his strong arms wrapped around her waist as he leaned down to kiss her cheek.

“Someone is looking awfully happy.” Shouto remarked stoically.

“Hm, maybe you’re just that good.” She laughed as his face flushed red when he pulled away. He wasn’t easy to embarrass but he wasn’t immune to it either and she loved the times that she could make him blush. He was a devil in the bedroom but outside of that little sanctuary he could turn into a blushing mess with the right wording.

He cleared his throat and grabbed a water bottle from the fridge as she turned towards him. He had changed into a white t-shirt and a pair of black sweatpants, his red and white hair still slightly damp from their shower.

“How was your doctors appointment today?” He asked to change the subject. “I know you’ve been feeling a sick lately.”

“Well...” She hadn’t expected to ask outright about the doctor visit, and she was now debating whether or not to tell him now or after they ate.

“Momo?” He set the water down on the counter, his voice filling with concern at her lack of response. “Did everything go well over there?”

“O-oh -yeah, it’s just um-” Crap This wasn’t going how I wanted it to.

Taking a deep breath, she decided it was now or never. She reached out to grab his hand and placed it against her stomach.

“Remember when we decided that we wanted to start a family? How difficult its been to do that these last few months?”

“Yeah...” He answered unsure of where this was going. “Did the doctors say something about you not being able to conceive yet?”

She grinned at him. “No, but she did tell me some good news concerning it.”

His eyes widened slightly and she knew he had finally caught on. “A-are you...?” She nodded. “How long?”

“Almost a month.”

He remained quiet as his right hand came to rest against his eyes. And that sent a feeling of dread through her. Did he not want to start a family with her anymore? She had to swallow passed a lump in her throat.

“Shouto? Aren’t you happy?”

He heard the fear in her voice and he had to mentally curse himself for his reaction but he didn’t know how else to deal with the happy tears that were leaking from his eyes.

“Of course I am.” He removed his hand from his face and stared down at her as a tear slipped free and she reached up to wipe it away, finally understanding his reaction.

“Hey, I thought I’m the one who is supposed to get emotional.” She huffed out a laugh as he did the same.

“Guess you’re rubbing off on me already.” He dropped to his knees in front of her and hugged her tightly, his face resting against her stomach where he now knew their child was growing.

Her heart leapt into her throat at his action and she couldn’t help crying herself.

“I love you Shouto.” She choked out on a sob as she carded her fingers through his hair.

He stood back up and grabbed her face between his hands. “And I love you.” Then he kissed her so gently it felt like feathers were dancing across her lips. “My future is always going to be with you.”

---------

Momo sighed happily as she leaned against the arm of the couch, her feet resting in Shouto’s lap as he rubbed them softly. He had been so considerate and loving these last two months. She was officially removed from hero duty by her doctor when she hit her third month of pregnancy. She was only allowed to do paperwork and even then her doctor only wanted her to work five hours a day.

Their friends had nearly shot through the roof at the news. Inasa had been the most enthusiastic, not that anyone could ever match his explosively cheerful personality. The girls had already planned her baby shower, which would take place during her last few months of pregnancy.

She stared at her husband as the television played a romantic comedy that Momo had picked to watch after they ate dinner. Shouto wouldn’t admit it out loud to anyone, but he enjoyed these types of movies which only made Momo love him more.

Shouto moved his hand to rub Momo’s leg and she couldn’t help the pleased moan that came out of her mouth causing him to stare at her with a raised brow.

“What?” She blushed. “It’s not my fault you’re so good with your hands.”

Shouto snorted but she could see the red tint to his cheeks. Before she could tease him about it, his cell phone rang. He grabbed it from the table next to the couch they were sitting on and noticed Midoriya’s hero name on the screen. He couldn’t help the frown that formed across his lips. Midoirya only called him on this line if it was an emergency, especially since it was his day off.

He swiped to answer the call only to hear his friends harsh breathing on the other end.

“Midoriya?”

“Get those civilians to safety!” He heard his friend yell before his voice became clearer over the line. “Shouto, we need help. Massive villain attack downtown, we’re calling in as many heroes as we can.” A solid punch was heard before he spoke again. “Please, I kno-”

“I’m on my way.” Shouto said with out hesitation and Momo immediately removed her feet from her husbands lap.

A look passed between them and Momo only nodded, fully understanding the life of heroes. He sprinted into the room to change into his hero suit and dashed to the front door where Momo waited to say goodbye.

“I love you. Stay safe.” She whispered.

“I love you too.” He kissed her as he said these words and she couldn’t help the bad feeling in the pit of her stomach.

Using his ice he skated to the location Midoriya had sent after the end of their call. No hesitation clouding his way.

---------

The explosion shook the ground throughout the city, Momo felt the quake in the bedroom of their home, and suddenly that feeling of dread came back. She made a run for the front room and switched on the TV, the news channel only playing back fuzz. Fear gripped her heart, she wanted to pick up her phone and call Shouto or anyone of their friends, she didn’t like being in the dark.

A half an hour passed before the screen popped up with images of the downtown area, most of the buildings within a few feet of the explosion point were tattered but still standing. The ice she spotted made her believe that Shouto had contained the blast.

A reporter appeared on the screen as she quickly spit out the details of the situation.

“We’re coming to you live from the downtown area where a group of villains just set off a massive bomb in the main building.” She held her hand to the ear piece. “I’ve just received word that there are several injured pro heroes as well as a few minor injuries to civilians. Pro hero Shouto minimized the damage to the surrounding area, swiftly protecting several people.”

Momo sighed but her heart stopped at the reporter’s next words. Nothing could stop her as she grabbed the car keys and sprinted out the door. He couldn't be, there was no way.

Pro hero, Shouto, is currently missing after being caught in the blast...

#todomomo #shouto and momo #todoroki x yaoyorozu #todoroki shouto #momo yaoyorozu #todomomo fanfiction #craftyshipper fanfiction

157 notes · View notes

mydearestreaderfanfics · 6 years

Text

Catch a Crush (Lance x Reader)

Warnings: None, I think

Word Count: 1,256

Prompt/Request: None

Summary: Younger sibling of Shiro, best friend of Keith, and overall lonely person. Reader finds themself head over heels for Lance and puts a plan in action to catch their crush.

Author: Mod Alex

Your older brother was Takashi Shirogane, known to family and friends as Shiro. And your best friend was Keith Kogane. It had been that way for as long as you could remember. For the most part, you couldn’t ask for better brotherly best friends. However, sometimes being in the shadow of them was… well, it was lonely. Shiro was the shining star of the Garrison and Keith was the resident bad boy™. So between the both of them, people were less interested in you. They were still nice but nice in the way you smile and wave to the person who waits every day at the same bus stop as you.

But then there was Lance. The most charming person you’d ever met in your entire life. And he was talking to you, acting like he actually cared about who you were instead of who your brother and best friend were. (Although truth be told, he did have some kind of personal issue with Keith). Needless to say, you had caught feelings, hardcore. Every dazzling smile sent your way left your pulse racing and your cheeks flushing. It wasn’t long until Keith noticed you were acting differently and confronted you about it. From there it didn’t take much arm-twisting until you told him.

“Keith, I really like him. Like a lot.” “Okay?” “No, I mean like romantically.” “Oh.” “I think he might like me back? I’m not sure though,” You bit at your thumbnail in anxious thought, “I think I’ve caught him staring at me throughout class, but I can’t be sure. Would you mind keeping an eye on him to see if he looks at me in class?” Keith blinked in confusion, seemingly not understanding why Lance glancing at you in class was a sign of mutual attraction. Regardless, he was willing to help. All that was left was to wait for your next lecture class at the Garrison.

Fortunately for you, your next lecture was early the following day. Shiro finally had to tell you to stop pestering Keith over “your agreement”. He had been confused as to what the agreement was, but you refused to leak your secret to anyone else. As you had put it, one person is already too many people to know! With a chuckle and a shake of his head, Shiro had left for his own class, leaving you and Keith to head to yours. You had strategically sat Keith and yourself directly across from Lance’s regular seat. The perfect place for him to see you and for Keith to see him seeing you. It should be, you had been up basically all night planning it out.

It was five minutes till class began and Lance still hadn’t shown up. You were beginning to become crestfallen when he finally strode in, laughing with his friends. It was music to your ears. He sent you a wave and a wink and you could’ve sworn you melted in a puddle right there and went to heaven. When you finally timidly waved back, he had already turned away from you. As class began, your once Lance filled brain shifted into aerodynamics. What can you say, you were a true honor student at heart. It wasn’t until Keith tapped your shoulder and gestured his head over to where the pilot of your dreams sat that you even noticed. “Hmm? Oh. Oh!” You quickly stole a peek at Lance, delighted to find that he was staring dreamily in your direction, when he noticed you looking a bright blush crossed over his features and he quickly looked away. Your heart swelled. Could it be possible that your long-time crush actually liked you back? You made a quick scan of the area around you, double-checking that it had in fact been you that he had been looking at. Unless Lance had a thing for the teacher’s aid, you felt safe to assume it was in fact you. The rest of the class lecture went in one ear and came out the other as you and Lance stole glances at each other. You didn't even realize class was over until Keith nudged you with his elbow. “Ow! Keith, what the hell?” “Class is over, we’re the only people left here.” You did a quick scan of the room, quickly realizing he was right, in fact, it looked like even Lance had left. Your heart sank. Maybe if you hadn't been so focused on looking at Lance then you could've actually talked to him. You sigh in defeat. “I'm sorry, Keith. Let's just go, I guess…”

Just as you were walking out of the door, a hand grabbed your elbow causing you to successfully freak out for 2 seconds. When you saw who it was, you started freaking out again, albeit internally this time. “Heh, sorry I didn't mean to scare you.” It was Lance “dreamy-eyes” McClain. “It's okay, you just caught me off guard is all.” You blushed, realizing his hand was still resting on your arm. He did too and moved it, smiling sheepishly all the while. “Sorry. Oh, I'm, hey so I wanted to talk to you.” “You did?” “Yeah, so-” “I'm gonna go meet up with Shiro, call when you're done.” Keith had just interrupted what might have been the greatest moment in the history of greatest moments. You shot him a glare before turning back to Lance. “I am so sorry.” “No, no. It's okay.” You both fell into an awkward silence. Was he really not going to ask you anymore? Maybe you should speak up, make the first move like the self-confident person you were trying to be. Just ask him out. Say “hey, did you wanna go get lunch or see a movie or something?”. You tried your best to steel your nerves. “Can I kiss you?” The realization of what you asked hit you like a freight train and you gave a small eep. “I am so sorry. Oh my gosh, I didn't mean to say that. I-I, um….” He laughed, a blush of his own creeping up to his ears. Despite this, he sent you a wink and a blinding smile. “How could I say no to a cutie like you?” Oh no. This was it, you were going to die right here- wait what? Did he actually say yes? “Wh-what?” “Well, it'd be rude of me to say no.” He was looking less sure of himself and very much flustered. It was actually a pretty good look on him. “Oh, um, okay.” His hand moved to gently tuck a strand of hair behind your eye before gently cupping your jaw. Your heartbeat stuttered and your eyes flickered up to meet his. He was much closer than you remember; his night sky blue eyes glittering back at you. Your eyes fluttered shut as his nose bumped gently against yours. And then you were kissing. You’d heard people say it felt like fireworks, and while they aren’t wrong, this felt like so much more. You were floating on cloud nine. All too soon he pulled away, leaving the both of you breathless. “Wow.” The single, breathless word summed up the both of your feelings. He gave an airy laugh in response. “Wow, yourself. Did you, I mean- do you maybe wanna go get some lunch together?” “Absolutely.” As you walked side by side down the hall, he slipped his hand into yours, giving it a gentle squeeze. You had a feeling this was the start of a very beautiful relationship.

#voltron #lance x reader #fanfictions #lance mcclain #mod alex

28 notes · View notes

joeybelle · 6 years

Text

Oh, how the tables have turned -- Part 3

Clyde Logan x Reader

Inspired by @clyde-prompts: “Some guys are rude and use ableist slurs against Clyde. The reader is with them, and although she feels bad about what’s happening, is too scared to say anything in front of her “friends”. She comes back to the bar a couple nights later to try and show him she’s not a bad person. They get to know each other and fall in love”. Doesn’t fully follow the prompt

Warnings: Language, first person POV, driving under the influence cause I assume everyone does it in that movie, IDK what I’m doing.

Rating: Mature

Setting: Pre-Heist

Tags: @lonelyravenclaw @kyloren-supreme-ben @onmyknees4steve @elsablackswift @helloimindelaware @mwcritics

A.N: I’ve decided to slice this fic into 3000-ish words parts for people to be able to scroll past it without much annoyance. Pert 3 ended up being much longer than expected, so i had to cut it into two parts somewhere in the middle. It’s not perfect, but you’ll be getting both parts today. When I finish editing. Might take a while. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy the story. Feel free to drop me a line anytime or just message me if you wanna squee about Clyde Logan in general.

Rejection is always a tough pill to swallow. It wasn’t the first I’d gotten rejected and it certainly wouldn’t be the last, but it still didn’t go down easily. I found myself moping at home the next few days, following what I’d gotten used to calling the ‘series of unfortunate events’ related to Clyde Logan. Not that I had that many alternatives anyway, being a friendless nobody in a small town, but this time it felt self-imposed.

In the meantime I cut the grass in my yard and discovered a few rose bushes that were beautiful, but mean to my hands, I watched how the living room ceiling started leaking one rainy afternoon, signalling a pretty serious hole in the roof, nearly broke my neck going into the basement because there was a missing step I hadn’t seen before; I opened the vodka bottle all by myself and realized that he had been right, drinking alone wasn’t fun at all, but I was doing it anyway to hide my shame; I ate ice cream and binged Netflix shows for the rest of the week.

But there’s a limit to how much time you can spend alone at home before starting to go insane. I reached mine the next weekend and for a moment I considered paying Mellie a visit, but then I remembered the whole Clyde ordeal and I decided against it. I was sure that he’d told her everything and I really didn’t feel like talking about it. It was bad enough that I was beating myself up over it, I didn’t need someone else to rub it in. So, since the Duck Tape was off-limits for obvious reasons, and I didn’t feel like exploring for another bar in the neighbourhood I was left with only one option: the country fair.

I used to really love country fairs and carnivals and all that when I was a teenager, but it was probably because I’d be with my friends and there would be booze and food and we’d just be stupid together. I wasn’t sure I’d find them as charming nowadays, but at least I’d be moping outside, in public, which was an improvement to being secluded in my own home, waiting for another rain to invade the living room through the ceiling. So I showered, dressed like a semi-decent swamp witch and went to the damn thing.

As expected, the country fair didn’t impress me at all but it was a way to kill a few hours while feeling like less of a hermit than usual. I ate something, tested some insanely sweet drinks, and stuffed my face with enough ice cream to endanger my health, so in the end I found myself sitting on a bench, dangerously close to a food coma, with nothing better to do than to watch the crowd. Other people seemed to have way more fun than me. There were couples holding hands, parents with their kids, teenagers in groups visiting attractions and Clyde Logan with a blonde kid attached to his arm. Wait, what?

I have to say, this was the last place I had expected to see Clyde Logan. In my head, country fairs didn’t really fit his style (because I had spoken to him twice and I knew all there was to know about the man, obviously), and I assumed he’d be too busy with the bar to come to one anyway. I remembered that it was pretty early and the bar probably wasn’t open yet, but his presence in my field of vision was still unexpected.

I sighed dramatically and leaned back, arms crossed over my chest. Speak about bad luck, I thought. I came here to avoid him and here he was, swinging a blonde kid on his very toned arm. Actually, I didn’t mind the view. He was distracted by the kid and far enough not to notice my staring, so I indulged in it for a moment. There’s no harm in looking, right? Especially when he was wearing a dark, short-sleeved shirt that seemed at least a size too small, the buttons threatening to give in anytime he flexed his muscles while lifting the little girl in the air. His niece? Maybe. She seemed vaguely familiar, so I assumed she had been part of the onslaught of school kids that were sent to visit the college I worked at. Or maybe she was his kid. I had no way of knowing for sure.

Whatever the case, he looked really good doing it. He was smiling for a change. An open and honest smile lit up his usually somber face, and I just couldn’t look away. I caught myself wishing he would smile at me like that, but then I realized that we were practically strangers and I hadn’t made the best impression the first time we met. And since he clearly rejected me, I had to get over this crush ASAP if I wanted to live peacefully in this town.

The little girl let go of his arm and ran back to a couple that, after a bit of squinting, I recognized to be Jimmy Logan and his sister Mellie. They both looked different—after all it had been more than a decade since I’d last seen them—but not so much that I didn’t recognize them. Jimmy lifted the girl in the air and kissed her, then put her down and looked straight at me with a shit eating grin on his face. The feeling was similar to being punched in the gut. I remembered that in another life I’d dreamed of Jimmy Logan looking at me with a smile, but right now the only thing I felt was panic, so I decided to get the hell out of there before Mellie noticed me and I’d have to be part of a very awkward conversation.

But luck definitely wasn’t on my side today, because the little girl started running towards me yelling ‘Miss’ at the top of her lungs. Oh, now I recognized her: she was the pageant girl. Really smart kid, very bubbly and friendly, talked my ear off during the college tour. Her favourite subject was, of course, pageants.

“Hi!” I said, when she stopped in front of me, grinning from ear to ear. “You must be… uhhh… uhhhh.” Crap. I had been calling her pageant girl in my head for so long that I’d forgotten her name.

“Sadie!” she helpfully reminded me.

“Sadie, right. How are you today?”

“Good. Daddy brought me to the fair to see the auctioneers. And later uncle Clyde will win me a unicorn.” I did my best not to steal a glance at Clyde at the mention of his name, not wanting to invite any more attention towards me. Hopefully I’d be able to get out of here before the adults ganged up on me.

“Awesome!” I said, panic clearly noticeable in my voice, because Jimmy Logan was rapidly approaching (despite his visible limp) with Mellie following closely. “It was nice seeing you today, Sadie, but I have to go now. I’m keeping my fingers crossed for your unicorn.”

“Aw, leaving already?” She looked genuinely sad and I felt bad for her, but I felt even worse for myself, so I had to go.

“Yeah, leaving already? Without even saying hello?” Jimmy caught up to us before I was able to disappear, so I put on my most believable fake smile and hoped for the best. “Come on, don’t be a stranger, Baby,” he said, pulling me into a hug.

“Well, I kinda thought I was,” I mumbled, but returned the hug. He seemed like a nice person, plus I’d held him on a pedestal for so many years that I could indulge in a hug.

“Daddy, why are you calling her baby?” Sadie aske, giggling.

“Cause that’s her nickname,” he said, ruffling her hair. He explained to her that I’d been called baby ever since I was little, but she had to be polite and call me by my real name. The kid giggled again and I mouthed ‘I hate it’ which made her laugh harder, before turning to face her dad once again.

“I am surprised you know that. I lived under the impression that you had no idea who I was,” I said, going to hug his sister. “Hi Mellie, long time no see.” In hindsight, I should have kept my mouth shut and pretended we were at least acquaintances. And although I knew it could be interpreted that way, I wasn’t bitter that he never acknowledged me in my teens—after all, it was just puppy love and it had been a decade since then—but I was curious what had prompted this sudden display of familiarity. If anything, I would have expected Mellie to come alone to say hi.

“Hiya, sweetheart. It’s good to have you back.” She warmly returned my hug.

“What do you mean I had no idea who you were? You’ve been coming to my games since you were twelve and cheered louder than the whole cheerleading squad.” That was true. “How could I not know my biggest fan?”

“So you what, ignored me on purpose?” I said, arching an eyebrow.

“Well, it’s not like I did it on purpose,” he said and laughed. His laugh was still the same as I remembered, loud and contagious. “But my brother here had the biggest crush on you and I just didn’t wanna make him more jealous.” Well, this was unexpected.

Clyde had conveniently stayed out of my line of sight, keeping his distance, but now I turned to look at him. Never in my life had I seen anyone blush so furiously in a matter of seconds, his whole face even his ears becoming a deep shade of red. He was glaring at Jimmy who seemed really unfazed by it.

“Is that so?” I pressed, feigning innocence, but deep inside me there was a little devil laughing maniacally. I mean, I was aware that it wasn’t very nice of me, but I was feeling a tiny bit of petty satisfaction knowing that I wasn’t the only one embarassed by the whole situation. Misery loves company.

“Yeah, he only ever came to my games to see you cheer,” Jimmy said, same shit eating grin plastered on his face, seeming completely oblivious to his brother’s discomfort.

I smiled back but wonder what Jimmy’s motive was. Talking to me out of the blue, after never acknowledging me before, snitching on his brother in a matter of seconds. I knew he was insanely loyal to his family, so why sell him now?

On the whole, the situation was beyond comical. Jimmy was grinning, Clyde seemed set on killing him with a glare, Sadie attached to his arm again asking ‘Is that true, uncle Clyde’ over and over again until he finally mumbled something that sounded like ‘It was a long time ago’. He looked at me like a deer (or a moose) caught in the headlights and I could feel my own cheeks burning. I was in hell.

“Why didn’t anyone tell me about this?” I asked Mellie, who stood next to me, arms crossed and an amused smile playing on her face.

“‘Cause he’s a bit of a coward and you were infatuated with my other brother,” she kindly explained.

“Right.” Made sense. I still felt like something that I should have known about back then— who knows, I might have liked him back—or you know, forever hold your silence type of thing. But knowing this now explained a lot of things.

Now that the petty satisfaction that I had felt for embarrassing him had died down a little bit, I understood why Clyde rejected me and didn’t seem to react to my flirting. If someone I had been crushing on in my teens showed up on day, insulted me or trampled on my insecurities then tried flirting with me I would have been much less gracious in rejecting them than Clyde had been. Yes, it had been more than a decade since highschool, and I was pretty sure his crush on me was dead and buried (like the one I used to have on Jimmy), but it was something that could potentially still hurt after years. So once again I was flooded by guilt.

“Well, it was… uhh… fun meeting you guys, but I have to head back now,” I said, getting ready to bail. Enough embarrassment for a day. Served me right for wanting to get out of the safety of my home. Never again.

“Come on, we’ve just met and you wanna leave already?” Mellie said with a disappointed look on her face.

“It’s not that, I just have some things to do at home,” I tried excusing myself. “Give me your phone number and we can hang out another time,” I said fishing my phone out of my pocket.

“The things will still be there tomorrow, but you’re never getting back today,” Jimmy said with a wink.

“Wow, who knew my brother was a philosopher,” Mellie arched an eyebrow at him. I laughed.

“Please, Miss,” Sadie latched onto my hand, pulling me towards the booths. “Daddy said I’ll get to be your guide today, show you around the fair. Pleaaase.” How could you say no to a kid? Big-eyed, freckled, and more full of life than I’d ever been.

I looked over to Clyde who had returned to a somewhat normal shade, although there was still some pink tinting his cheeks. He still seemed highly uncomfortable about this whole thing, his whole body looking tense. I tried imagining what he felt: a week ago he was living a (supposedly) peaceful life and then Baby was back in town and he’d been insulted, hit on and then embarrassed by his brother in front of his family. If I’d been in his place, I would have faked my death and left the country by now.

“I don’t think I should…” I said, hoping that at least one of the siblings would take the hint and leave it be.

“Nonsense!” Jimmy proclaimed, patting me on the shoulder and nudging me towards Sadie. “Come stay with us a while and I promise you’ll have plenty of time to do whatever you were planning on doing.”

“Are you willing to help out?”

“If that’s what it takes…”

I snorted. “Half an hour then I’m gone,” I said, following them towards the booths. I send Clyde an apologetic look, hopefully he wouldn’t be bothered too much by my presence for the next half an hour. He seemed to have regained his composure and was following us closely.

Sadie was still holding my hand as we were mingling into the crowd of people staring at the attractions. She diligently explained to me what everything was, like it was my first time going to a country fair. It was entertaining to watch. She was a really cute kid and honestly, after so many days of self-imposed isolation, it was nice to interact with people in my free time.

“So, how’s it like being back in your hometown again?” Mellie asked, once Sadie ran over to her dad.

“Nice, peaceful.” Or that’s how it should have been, if I’d been a little smarter. “But it’s gonna take a bit of getting used to. It’s definitely keeping me busy. My roof just started leaking, something I never thought I’d have to experience, but hooray for adult life,” I laughed.

“Did you get it fixed?” she asked, a little concerned.

“No, not yet. Called a couple of contractors, but they didn’t have any opening this month.” I sighed. “I don’t have that many contacts in the area, but I’ll keep looking and hope there won’t be rain anytime soon.”

“That sucks,” she said and turned to her brother. “Hey Jimmy,” she yelled, “do you know anyone who can fix a roof?”

“What happened to it?”

“I don’t know,” I answered, truthfully. “It’s just raining into my living room.”

“I can come take a look when I’m free. If it’s not something big I can fix it for you.” He offered.

“Thanks, but…” Was I stupid enough to refuse? Yes.

“You don’t trust my skills?”

“Oh, I do, but I don’t want you to waste your free time fixing my leaky roof.” It wasn’t just that. I generally preferred to work with people I didn’t know, who were paid to do a job and with who I could argue at the end if the job wasn’t done properly. With friends and family, you just accept what you get, smile and then pay someone else to fix it later. Plus, if they refused payment, you’d have to find a way to make it up to them which meant more complications. And in this particular case I knew I shouldn’t be spending more time with Clyde or his family if I wanted my unrequited crush to die anytime soon. But how do I tell Jimmy that, when he seemed so eager to help?

“It’s no problem. I’ll take a look and if it’s something I can’t do, I’ll put you in touch with some people. When are you free?”

“Not sure, my schedule isn’t fully decided yet.”

“Then give me a call and we’ll see what works for the both of us. Clyde gimme your phone.” That earned him a frown from his brother.

“Why? What happened to your phone?” he said on what I guessed was a rather disapproving tone, but handed him the phone nonetheless.

“It’s broken.”

“He forgot to pay for it,” Sadie explained with a giggle.

“I didn’t forget, I’m not paying it in sign of protests to the shitty plan they forced down my throat,” he muttered. “Anyway, what’s your number?”

He punched in the number and gave me a call. I typed the name Clyde but then changed my mind and saved it as ‘Logan Bros’. Clyde never really wanted my number, so it was just a way for me to get in touch with Jimmy if I needed help. I decided to never call it unless the roof caught fire and I was trapped underneath.

The phone went back to Clyde and I saw him fiddle with it a bit, probably saving the number. I wondered what he saved me as. Probably used my real name, since I’d never heard him call me Baby. Although for some strange reason, I wouldn’t have minded even if he did. No matter how much I hated the nickname, I was sure I’d very much enjoy it if he moaned it in my ear as he pulled me closer to his chest and… stop. Restrain yourself, woman.

Sadie kept her promise and was a very good guide, which meant I was now very well acquainted with everything at the country fair. Jimmy had bought us corn dogs and cheesy fries and donuts and refused to let me pay for anything, so I retaliated by buying everyone snow cones and funnel cake. By the time we reached the shooting galleries, I was so full I was ready to burst.

As Sadie was searching the booths for the toy she wanted I bought a bottle of water, hoping to wash away the nausea caused by all that deep fried food I had shoved down my throat earlier. Seeing that Clyde had fallen behind and we could finally be alone for a bit, I decided to go and talk to him.

“Sorry for crashing your family outing,” I said, standing besides him as we both watched Sadie’s quest to find the best toy. “It wasn’t my intention.”

“It’s alright” he said, briefly glancing at me. “I have to apologize for how my brother acted today. I guess he’s just excited that you’re back in town. He doesn’t have that many friends.”

I had to admit that Jimmy Logan being lonely and not surrounded by hordes of friends was something that I would have never imagined. But I could see it now, after all we were both in the same position: two formerly popular kids that had fallen from grace and were now regular nobodies. Most friendships we made in our teens weren’t the kind that lasted a lifetime.

“I’m actually really enjoying this,” I said, trying to open the water bottle and failing. My hands were still very greasy from all that deep fried food. “But don’t tell anyone or I have a feeling I might get friend-dopted by your family and you’ll never get rid of me,” I said with a wink, to which he smiled. An actual smile. Directed at me.

“Lemme help you with that,” he said, noticing my pathetic attempt at opening the bottle. He held it under his left arm, effortlessly unscrewing the cap.

“I’m completely useless” I mumbled retrieving the bottle, and he chuckled.

In the meantime Sadie seemed to have found what she was looking for and dragged both Clyde and me towards one of the booths. She showed him what he wanted and after paying he was given a shabby airgun. I don’t think I’d ever seen anyone look at a rifle with more contempt in their eyes. I was certain he was used to a different type of guns, especially since he had been in the military.

“Piece of crap,” he mumbled, to no one in particular, disgust clear in his voice.

“Welcome to the glamorous world of carnivals, Mr. Logan,” I laughed.

He shot me a dirty look and aimed. He missed the first two targets, but got the other three. It was still quite impressive, I was sure the only thing I’d be able to hit with any rifle would be my foot, especially since everyone knows the games are rigged and the guns aim screwed on purpose. He paid for another round and I kept my fingers crossed. Sadie had climbed onto her father’s shoulders and was cheering from above.

This time he got the first target with very little effort. And the second one. And the third. By the fourth I was probably as excited as Sadie, although a little less vocal. The fifth target came down just as effortlessly as the others and both Sadie and I cheered loudly. The vendor faked excitement and handed him the toy, making a bit of a spectacle to attract other customers. ‘Look everybody, you can win even with one arm!’ he bragged, and I hated him already, but Clyde didn’t even seem to notice.

“Which one do you want?” he asked Mellie, after giving Sadie her toy.

“One of those,” she said, pointing to a bunch of little plushies that could be hanged on the rearview mirror.

“Alright,” he said, and paid for another round. This time, it seemed like he didn’t even have to aim. He just pointed the rifle and the targets went down one after another, to the vendor’s increased irritation and to my delight.

Clyde gave the toy to his sister who thanked him with a kiss on the cheek, then turned to me. “Which one do you want?”

“Me?” I said, taken by surprise. “You want to get me one too?”

Masterlist

Previous Part

Next part

#clyde logan #clyde logan x reader #clyde logan x oc #logan lucky #clyde logan fanfictio

43 notes · View notes

2ndaryreactsandscenarios · 7 years

Text

SF9 Reaction to: You Following Them Around All Day to See Who They Like

For all the fellow Fantasy, is it wrong to say that we are delving into fantasies as fantasies? (All puns are intended, and yes this is now Trademark. Thank you)

Welcome back to another reaction with me! Last time I hit you with the “Fake Heartbreak” scenario/ reaction, right? Right. So now, we are moving right along with that. You two went back to your normal routines, and were talking just as much as you used to. Friend and friend. You’ve come to terms with the fact that you have feelings for him (if you already did, then it is DOUBLY ACCEPTED NOW) but you still think that he likes someone else. And they think that you like someone else, and have feelings for you too. But let’s pretend (pretend) that you two are incredibly dense. Denser than any stone or human on earth. So, you two lovelies come to the conclusion in your MINDS that you’ll still have feelings for one another, even if they find someone else. But you can’t help the FEELING in YOUR CHEST that is known as CURIOSITY! You just have to find out who he likes! So you decide to tail him and follow him all day to see where he goes and what he does! I dub this reaction “Tail and Chase”. What? I’m the only one who likes the name? Well then... Stinks to stink. WARNING: Incredible amounts of dense behavior will ensue for a while, so brace yourself for impact. Now, WHY AM I WRITING THIS? Because we all need to escape from reality into the world of Fantasy (Trademark), and... Cause why not? *Shrug* Let’s get into it.

Also, for the purpose of coincidence, convenience, irony, and forces of Cupid himself that you are the kind of person to tail someone you like. Don’t pretend you’ve never stalked a social media! No? You haven’t? Well... Kudos to you. Let’s start!!!

Youngbin (The Leader)

Youngbin would take a little while to realize you were tailing him. He wouldn’t have the slightest clue what you were up to. He would continue on with his day, but he would occasionally stop on purpose to see where you would try to hide yourself. “What is this cutie doing?” He went into a shop, and you hid outside of its window, despite every passerby’s stares. You were so certain that he was here to meet the women you saw him with before. You were fidgeting as you tried to look through the window without being seen. He saw you struggle, thinking you were getting away with it, and got his phone out, and proceeded to dial your number for a call. Your ringer blared loud enough for even the people in the restaurant to hear it. (Ah, foolishness, your name be thy irony) You quickly went to answer it, not even looking at the caller ID (THIS IS HOW THE RING GETS PEOPLE, watch your caller ID, horror movie things happen this way *got an idea*) You said hello, and felt your blood run cold when you heard Youngbin’s voice on the other end of the receiver. “Hey! Where are you?” You lied, and told him that you were sitting at home as you glanced through the window, realizing he wasn’t in his seat anymore. Then, you heard a knock on the glass next to you, and jumped out of your skin. Youngbin stood there, phone in hand, smiling at you in a way that may come off as scary to some; terrifying to you. You smiled cutely, and he motioned with his hand sternly to ‘come here’. You did as you were told and had to go through the intensive lecture as to why it isn’t nice to follow people, and to call out to him next time. “What were you even thinking? Couldn’t you have at least hid better? You make it so obvious when you are doing something sketchy!”

Inseong (The Smartest and the Eldest)

Inseong would have called you that morning asking you if you wanted to go somewhere, and when you declined he would have been disappointed. You asked him what he was going to do, and he joked and said, “I’m going to go everywhere! I’ll go to the movies with friends!” And in comes curiosity like a wrecking ball! (Came in like a wrecking ball~ FORGIVE ME) You were so sure that he was meeting a girl, and so you decided to go to his house and tail him. Of course you didn’t realize that he was lying, and was really just sitting at his home relaxing. You would come to his house and look through the windows, and see him sitting on the couch drawing. You thought that maybe he was going to leave eventually, and decided to wait it out. However, he would notice you right away, little head bobbing up and down from the window. He would smirk when he realized it was you, and began to draw what he saw. You were getting tired of waiting, and decided to call him coolly asking where he was and if he was having fun. “Oh yeah, I am having tons of fun. I was going to go out, but my friends cancelled, so I was at home.” You would sigh for thinking he was serious. “But I think I have a cat problem. They keep peering through my windows. So I was going to fix that in a second.” You froze dead, and echoed what he said. A cat problem? “Yeah! A big one... But, cats hate water right?” You heard him through both the receiver and right next to you. You slowly turned to see Inseong standing next to you, hose in one hand, phone in the other, and a smile plastered on his face. You told him that he should have mercy, at least on your phone, and he shook his head. Yes. Inseong would spray you with water. You would be drenched and he would lean close to you and ask, “Isn’t this so much more fun than going out somewhere to eat? I would have paid too, but I guess you’re paying huh?” You would sigh sharply, and he would laugh as he pulled you along to get you dried.

Jaeyoon (The Bright Jokester)

Either your terrible at hiding, or they’re too good for you to get away with it! Jaeyoon is yet another member who would be able to pick up on you tailing him right away. He would find it hilarious that you were tailing him, and cute. He would just go to random places, and see how you were going about this whole “following game”. He would occasionally send you texts, asking what you were up to, and you would lie saying how you were relaxing at home. He would watch your face scrunch up in guilt from the lie, and he decided to punish you a bit. He began to walk in near more houses. You were sure he was going to see a girl, and was fuming more and more with every step. You unintentionally felt your feet speed up until you were so close to Jaeyoon that you were practically behind him! Oh, I’m sorry. Did I say practically? I meant literally. He suddenly turned around to face you, and you ran straight into him. He stood there looking at you, and you did the best you could to hide your face. He bent down slightly to get a better look at your face. His face was devoid of emotion, and you knew you were doomed. “So, should I ask why you’ve been following me, or should we just get straight to the punishment?” You hung your head low, too embarrassed to reveal the true reason for following him (mind you that would save us all SO MUCH time... But would it be any fun??? NAH). So you said your accepted your fate, and he took your hand and led you to a house. He knocked on the door and you froze. You were sure he was meeting a girl, so why would he force you to meet her? You told him that you didn’t want to meet his girl, and he cocked his head, as the door opened. He was put into a hug by a woman. Several others were in the back from what you could see beyond the door. They looked excited. “This is my family. Family... This is my follower.” You flinched at the word follower, and he proceeded to explain how you were like a little puppy following him around all day. And what’s worse is that none of it was a lie. But his family welcomed you. He took the time to whisper, “Who did you think I would have you meet?” And you ignored him as the smirk grew on his face.

Dawon( The Acting Joker)

So, Dawon would be aware that someone was following him, he just wouldn’t know it was you. He would look back from time to time, and see the same figure hiding behind poles and walls, and it would freak him out. He would forget everything he was doing, and try to lose you. You were determined though. You wanted to know where he goes when he isn’t busy or with you, and today was the day for an answer. He would stop and yell out to you, “Hey! Whoever you are, stop following me!” It was then that he noticed your jacket. He thought for a moment, remembering you had something similar. He sent you a text, and heard you scramble to answer it. That was when he knew for sure. He would think to himself that if this is how you wanted to play, then that was fine. He could play this game all day. You were so surprised when he didn’t call you out, and continued to follow him. He decided that he would scare you, and went down an alley. You followed closely behind, and began to get scared from the leaking pipes, and the rats scouring around. You saw him turn a corner, and ran to catch up to him when he jumped from behind the corner and scared you witless. On instinct, you tried to punch him in the face. But he caught your hand just in time. He held your hand dumbfounded. “Were you going to hit me in the face?!” You yelled at him for jumping out and scaring you in the first place. “Well why are you following me in the first place!? Huh? Huh?” You two were in a dead faced stare off, and he wasn’t too keen on losing. This was broken however when a rat dropped between the two of your heads, and stood between your feet. You two proceeded to scream and leave the alley, never returning to it, nor speaking about this event to anyone ever again.

Zuho (The Charismatic Daydreamer)

Zuho would catch on to your little scheme immediately, and would find you tailing him adorable. Seeing your little determined expression as you followed behind him ever so carefully, and tried to keep what you thought was a safe distance. He wondered why you even followed him to begin with, and decided to see how determined you were to follow him. He would go to sketchy areas, like a club, and you felt your feet become a little more jumpy to the people and sounds around you. There was lottery places and clubs around, but you kept going forward. Zuho went into a club, and you couldn’t help but feel so confused as to why he was there. Is this where he was meeting the girl? Was she a regular here? You hesitated to enter the club, but you decided if it meant finding out the truth, then you would go in. You walked inside, and barely two steps in, you felt someone grab your shoulders. You felt yourself being walked outside, and turned to see Zuho shaking his head at you, hands on your shoulders. “No. Uh-uh. This isn’t the place for you.” (Pretend you don’t go to clubs. Pretend people pretend) He would take your hand and lead you out of the neighborhood, and into a small shop. You breathed in relief as you two sat down on opposite sides of a booth. You were glad to be somewhere more relaxed and less hyped (pretend that ain’t your scene. PRETEND). “Why would you follow me there to begin with?” You asked him why he would even go there to begin with. “Why should it matter where I go? Does it bother you if I go to places like that?” You looked away from Zuho, and he smiled at how embarrassed you were. He sighed. “You could just ask me where I’m going. Why would I lie to you? Next time you have a question about me, just ask me directly. You don’t have to follow behind me...” He got up from his side, and slid in next to you. “You can be next to me if you want. I don’t mind.” You tried to scoot away, but he put his arm around your shoulder. “Where you going? I thought you wanted to be close to me?” You moaned and groaned as Zuho laughed at you bashfulness.

Rowoon (The Caring and Cheerful)

Rowoon wouldn’t notice right away. He would continue on with his day, and would go to the store to buy ingredients to cook when he noticed you looming behind a shelf. He saw you in your shady gear, and decided not to call out to you. It was then he noticed you follow him down the aisles, and he realized your little scheme. He would find it cute, and would smile as he carried on. You became irritated as you noticed how much he was putting in his cart. Was he getting so much to cook for her? When he went to the cashier, you hid by the exit. On his way out, bags in one hand, he would grab your hand as you tried to hide away from him. You were shocked, and he would simply say, “Let’s go back to my house.” You had no choice but to follow him as he lead you back to his house. He even made you help him with cooking. “See? Luckily, you caught me at the convenience store, so I was able to but extra ingredients to cook for you.” You were surprised. Cook for you? He chuckled. “Well, yeah, what did you think? It must be tiring to follow someone for so long. So, here you can get more energy.” You sighed in defeat realizing he had known all along that you were following him. “Except, next time, I would like you to tell me when you intend to follow me around all day. That way, I can slow down and walk with you.” You told him that defeats the point of following someone if they walk with you. “Well, then, why don’t you tell me the point? How come you’re following me? I know I’m interesting and all, but why?” You would fidget, and only mutter an apology. He would ask you to repeat it, and you would clearly say that you were sorry. He would pat your head. “Good job. As long as you learned your lesson. Now, let’s eat.” You would be grateful for Rowoon’s mercy, and felt the guilt eat at you throughout the entire meal.

Taeyang (The Thoughtful Fashionista)

Taeyang would carry on with his day, unaware of you following him. You would be unbearably curious about what he did when he wasn’t around you, and wondered who he was with if it wasn’t you. He walked into a building that seemed to be the size of a skyscraper. He went to the stairs, so of course you did the same. Because you were behind him, you didn’t know when he intended to stop. Then you heard him get a call. “Hmm? Yeah? The top floor right? Yeah, I’m taking the stairs. Elevator’s out of order.” You heard this and groaned as you looked at the immense number of stairs in front of you. You kept going, and after what seemed to be thousands of stairs, you made it to the stop. You were so out of breath, and sweaty that you wanted to collapse right there. You had your hands on your knees, as you tried to catch your breath. Suddenly, you saw a can slide to your feet. You picked it up, and looked to where it came from. Taeyang was sitting on a bench smiling at you. “Did you have a nice exercise?” You asked him how he wasn’t out of breath. “Well, the elevator works after the fifth floor. So it was mostly me waiting for you to make it up. I’m glad you did, I was starting to get worried.” You were fuming mad, and wobbled over to Taeyang. You wanted to hit him, but you were too tired to even try and hit him. You told him how that was so cold of him. “Well, consider it a lesson. Following people only gets you into trouble.” You sighed and drank the drink, and he laughed as you chugged it down. You said you were sorry, and that next time you would talk to him. He smiled. “Was that so hard? Good job!”

Hwiyoung (The Emotional Gentleman)

Hwiyoung would pick up on your little game soon enough. He wouldn’t understand why you were so determined to follow me. So he texted you asking you what you were up to. You said that you were just sitting at home. “Oh really? Then you wouldn’t mind if I came over then right?” You tried to find Hwiyoung, and found him standing nearby staring right at you. You glared at him and said sure. He could come over if he wanted, because you were at home. He returned the glare. “I bet you aren’t. There’s been a little bird peering over my shoulder for what seems to be all day. Know anything about that?” You denied it, asking how it was possible for you to know anything when you’ve been at home? You started to walk towards your house, and he followed you. “What are the chances that you aren’t home? Could it be that you are lying to me?” He was now walking right beside you, and you two still had the phones to your ears. You told him that he would find out when he got to your house and found you sitting leisurely on the couch. It was then you hung up and broke into a full on sprint. He was following behind. You two set out on a full on rat race just to see who could get to your house first. You would both get there roughly a few seconds a part. You would open the door and shut it behind you. He would bang on your door. You breathed in to try and compose yourself as you opened the door, both of you still huffing and puffing for air. You asked him what took him so long. “Why are you out of breath?” You told him that you were doing a work out video. “You sure you weren’t outside following me?” You looked appalled by his accusation. You played it off and asked him what he wanted to do, suggesting a movie. He agreed, but throughout the entire movie, he was watching you suspiciously. You asked him to get you a drink, and he agreed. When you drank the soda he gave you, you wailed in disgust. It was sour and spicy. He watched you squirm as he drank his milk, smiling ear to ear. “Boy... Little too much for you eh?” You glared at him. “Now, if you admit that you were following me, and say you’re sorry and that you’ll never do it again. Then we can talk about getting you something to cool off...” You shook your head fervently, and he sighed, continuing to drink his milk. You lost patience and grabbed his milk and chugged it. He watched in awe as you sat defeated on the couch, muttering an apology and saying you wouldn’t do it again. “See? That’s all I wanted.” He would continue to happily watch the movie as you wondered how someone could be so evil...

Chani (The Brave Maknae)

Okay, let’s get something very clear here. You see that title? The Brave Maknae by Chani’s name in parentheses? Yeah, take this literally. Not in the way that he’ll straight up attack someone who is following him. Oh no, another way. So Chani would straight up know you had been following him, in your shady gear and all, and would find it funny. He would text your phone acting scared. “I’m scared. There’s some random person following him.” You would reassure him, telling him that it was just his imagination. You didn’t want to break cover, and Chani saw this as a challenge. He continued to text you saying how he was scared. “No, I’m serious. I think they are going to try something.” He would continue walking as he texted you, and you would continue to assure him that he was fine. You didn’t even realize that Chani was walking STRAIGHT INTO A STINKING POLICE STATION! You stopped before you entered the building, and would hear your phone ring. You saw Chani calling, and could hear his conversation. “Officer, what happens to people who stalk? How much jail time is that?” He would get his answers and walk out smile plastered on. He would say into the receiver, “He said you could get about a year in jail time.” You know how some people think they can’t go too far? Well you CAN GO TOO FAR. He would hang up and come up directly to you. You would be pale in the face, and he would laugh at how scared you were. “Why didn’t you just call me? We could have hung out. Let this be a lesson to you not to try and scare me like that.” He would think you were following him to try and prank him. You know, scare him? And you never ever (GOT7~) decided to follow Chani again. Following him may end up with you in jail, and that wasn’t a risk you were willing to take anymore.

Badah bing badah boom! There is another reaction/ scenario! Hope you enjoyed! Isn’t it funny how some of them are so merciful, and others can be so downright evil??? Hope you are all doing well and are happy, and may you all have a lovely and fantastical day/afternoon/ evening/ night wherever you are, and see you soon! Bye!

#sf9 reactions #sf9 reaction #sf9 scenarios #sf9 scenario #kpop reactions #kpop scenarios #kpop reaction #kpop scenario #sf9 #sf9 youngbin #sf9 inseong #sf9 jaeyoon #sf9 dawon #sf9 zuho #sf9 rowoon #sf9 taeyang #sf9 hwiyoung #sf9 chani

84 notes · View notes

hide-the-cutlery · 4 years

Text

It feels like yesterday that my ex and I were making jokes about J.J. Abrams directing the new, not-yet-titled Star Wars movie because of his overboard usage of the lense flare effect. I didn’t understand how he could do Star Wars AND Star Trek and make two “similar” stories (I guess “similar” just means they’re both space-themed) different enough that people would want to see both. At the time, I didn’t even like Star Wars, but he did take me to see at least one of the new Star Trek movies, and I think another we watched at his place. I loved them both. He didn’t get how I could like Star Trek and not Star Wars, especially since I know a good deal (compared to the average person) about space and love expanding my knowledge on the subject. (I think it should go without saying that both are just works of fiction and surely not scientifically accurate.) Truthfully, when I was little, some of the aliens in SW scared me (hello bar scene), so I refused to watch them for a long time. I was in high school when the prequels came out, so even though I “saw” them, I didn’t really see them. I probably just made out with someone the whole time or was being obnoxious with my friends — throwing popcorn and candy and being loud, young, and dumb.

My ex and I broke up a little while after mocking J.J. and his lense flares, and I never saw the movie. I didn’t care to see it, because after the breakup, seeing the film would have made me too emotional. I seem to assign sentimental value and memories to everything, even intangible things like music, books, movies, etc.. (and most of the memories are not positive and the sentiments would sound ludicrous to anyone not in my head.) I even kept a wad of gum my high school boyfriend was chewing the night I lost my virginity. Plus, I still didn’t care for SW, so it was no great loss.

Years later, my family and I watched The Force Awakens. I was so confused (“Princess Leia and Han Solo got married?! They have a son?! Who? Why is he evil?”) that we had to turn the movie off and finish it the next day. (In my defense, I had recently been in the hospital, was still very sick, and had to take a lot of medication that caused me to be pretty out of it.) After we finished it, ultimately I really enjoyed it. (And thus began the Adam Driver obsession.) I saw The Last Jedi a day or so later, and thus began the Reylo obsession. I loved the movie, regardless of Reylo. One thing I will say is that it’s THE epitome of toxic fandoms. I’m even unsure I should post that I liked TLJ or ship Reylo, and that’s terribly sad. What’s worse is that two year have gone by and people are still crying over it. I think it’s time to move on.

The last time I saw my ex, TLJ had just come out. I remember asking him if he liked it, and he said “it’s different. It’s about family”. I also asked if “Jedi�� was singular or plural, and if I recall correctly, he told me “it depends on how you look at it”. Cheeky bastard. He was always reading plots/leaks to movies and then telling me about them, like Luke tossing the lightsaber Rey brought to him over his shoulder and Kylo slicing Snoke in half. I didn’t get it — why he wanted to know plot points before something was released. I guess I get it now. JediPaxis, Jason Ward, everyone and their mother on YouTube.. it’s addicting, and you get sucked in. I did stop looking things up when it was reported there were last minute “changes” to the ending. I just wanted to be surprised by something I didn’t see coming. Even if the leaks are true, I suppose that in and of itself would be a surprise.

The ex and I were supposed to watch the originals and prequels together, but after trying to make plans with him and being shot down every time, it became crystal clear to me that I wasn’t wanted, again. I even remember the feeling I got when he hugged me that night while we braved the (Florida) cold. He even came over just to give me a hug. It felt — well, whenever we would hug before, it was like he was holding on for dear life. I didn’t feel it that time. It’s been 2 years now. I need some lessons and direction on how to let go. We may have no contact at this point, but I still think about him every single day. Several times a day. I even still talk about him like he’s still in my life. Recently, I’ve been trying to refer to him as “my ex” instead of his name. It’s pathetic, really. Plenty of things about me are pretty pathetic.

Earlier this year, in March or April, when info about The Rise of Skywalker started to come out, I remember thinking December? That’s such a long way away; I’ll never make it that long. And I don’t mean I didn’t have the patience, I meant if I lasted that long, it would be a miracle. Somewhere along the way, my attitude shifted from me doubting that I’d last til December to me thinking if I could just hang on long enough to see TROS, I’d be happy. Well, that’s tomorrow (technically today). So what else am I going to have to look forward to? I’ve written about this several times, but I just can’t see anything right now. Maybe that will change. I hope it does. I was talking to a friend I met through one of my meetings, and she told me “I feel bad for you. I really do. It’s sad that the only thing you’re looking forward to is a movie”. My sister is taking me tomorrow as a late birthday present, which is awesome, because I didn’t want to go alone, and it’ll be great to send time with her.

I guess my new dilemma is What in the hell do I do now?

#Personal #Star Wars #Ex Boyfriend #TROS

0 notes