#before IMMEDIATELY recognising your voice as you squeal in panic | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

qwertywrites · 3 days

Text

The Hallway Mirror

description: i literally wrote this for english class and was proud so decided to post it here lol. prompt was 'gothic literature using the motif of a reflection' if that helps

When Mother saw me in my new gown this afternoon, she’d said that I looked like a beautiful swan. When Estelle Beaumont glided into the lavishly decorated ballroom, blonde curls cascading over her shoulders, I’m fairly certain I bore more resemblance to a duck.

Mortified by my complete and utter plainness, I retreated into the crowd, aiming to slink away to a corner where I could glower at my cousin from a distance. As most of the people present were preoccupied with the way Estelle’s dress sparkled in the light of the candelabra overhead, I found it an easy task. Although Mother had expressly forbidden me from leaving the ballroom– “It’s all well and good for you to run off at other people’s events, but we are hosting tonight and you are not to make us look foolish, Jane Reynolds!”– she had not forbidden watching from the side like the pathetic duck I was.

Unfortunately, keen eyesight was among Estelle’s many blessings.

“Jane, darling! You must come and see the ring that Lord Wethershaw proposed with,” her joyful voice called, soaring over the crowd. Reluctantly, I turned, plastering a grin on my face and widening my eyes in false glee as Estelle rushed to my side. With a giggle, she thrust her left hand towards my face.

“Look!” she squealed, waggling her ring-adorned finger at me. It was gorgeous, the thin silver band topped with a stunning pink diamond, a legion of small white gemstones encircling it like soldiers guarding their queen. Lord Wethershaw must have known her well– it fitted perfectly. The small crowd that had gathered around ooh-ed and aah-ed their admiration, and I forced myself to join in.

“Oh, Estelle, it is simply beautiful! Of course,” I added with a stiff laugh, “so is the rest of you. Wouldn’t you all agree?” Again, the crowd gushed their approval, Estelle’s cheeks flushed pink in delight, and I took that as my cue to leave.

Alas, despite all Estelle’s charm, she seemed unable to recognise that I did not desire to be within a two-hundred-mile radius of festivities– particularly ones related to her, my cousin who was getting married first despite being a year my junior.

“Jane, I adore your gown! Where did you get it?”

Heat rushed to my face. What point was she trying to make? There she stood, in a custom-made gown that rustled elegantly as she floated across the ballroom floor, and she was complimenting my dress. She was better than me in every way, yet still felt the need to offer me a pity tribute as salt in the wound– what sick satisfaction could she get out of that? I felt myself begin to panic, my heart beating so fast it could’ve been trying out for the Kentucky Derby as the gathered audience waited expectantly for my answer.

In a futile attempt at composing myself, I gestured vaguely before managing to stammer out “I, uh, don’t quite remember. I should go–” before fleeing the scene, ducking and weaving my way through the throng of people to get to the large oak doors. Ignoring the confused looks from the crowd, I slipped through the gap, and escaped their judgemental eyes. Immediately, the oppressive heat in my face eased, and the gallops of my heartbeats slowed to a nervous trot.

I glanced back at the doors to the ballroom, but couldn’t bring myself to go back inside that glittering hellscape. Certain that I had made a fool of myself, I desperately looked around for the nearest escape. Luckily, the ballroom was near the exit, and a mere hallway was the road to my freedom. My steps were quiet as I hastened for the door, the plush carpet beneath my feet swallowing the click of my heels.

As I got further from the ballroom, the light drained until the hallway was nearly pitch-black. The weak flickers of the wall-mounted candles didn’t do much to dispel the shadows creeping down from the ceiling, and a sudden chill penetrated the air, raising the hairs on the back of my neck. Still, all that did nothing to quench the relief flowing through me. I couldn’t wait to be out of there, away from Estelle and her perfect life that served no purpose but to remind me how pitiful my own was in comparison.

The door was in front of me. I reached a hand out to grasp the gilded handle. Before I could, however, the image of a pale face in the corner of my eye alarmed me, and I whirled around to see—

The reflection of my own face.

Of course, I remembered. Mother had hung a full-body mirror by the door so guests could inspect themselves upon arrival. I hadn’t paid much attention to it earlier. As a rule, I avoided mirrors; reminders of my inadequacy were not something I was normally fond of. This time, however, something compelled me to lean in closer, my nose hovering inches away from the girl in the mirror.

She was a homely creature, with mousy hair hanging limp and flat from her oddly-shaped head and thin, pinched lips that naturally twisted in a spinsterly frown. Most of her other features were similarly dour, but it was her eyes that were the worst– small, dark, beady things encircled by the dark rings acquired by late nights spent reading by candlelight or fretting about whatever took her fancy. Really, it was no wonder she- I- would die an old maid, I thought. The exit long forgotten, I tilted my head left and right, watching the girl do the same. While I internally listed her faults, a strange flicker crossed my reflection’s face. It vanished so quickly, however, that I dismissed it as a trick of the light.

The longer I looked into those eyes, the more an unfamiliar emotion bubbled in the pit of my stomach. I couldn’t quite place it, but it steadily grew, becoming all-consuming. It was only when the face in the mirror contorted into an expression I’d never seen before that I recognised what it was– pure, unadulterated loathing.

I loathed the girl in the mirror. I despised that her features had cursed me with this life, that she was too dull and homely to ever let me taste happiness. A scream of rage tried to claw up my throat, but I suppressed it. Yes, I sorely wanted to smash the horrible reflection that pursued me wherever I went, but what good would that do?

Still staring into my eyes, I raised a trembling hand to the mirror and pressed my palm flat against the cold glass. A triumphant gleam sparked inside my reflection’s eyes, and I scarcely had time to wonder where it came from before her clammy fingers intertwined with mine and I was yanked forwards. The still lake of the mirror’s surface parted easily and I was falling, further than should have been possible, and the world swirled around me like a kaleidoscope until I landed with a thud on an identical floor surrounded by identical furniture. Bewildered, I looked up at the mirror to see my reflection standing straighter than I ever did with a delighted smile I never wore. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.

My reflection kneeled down until we were face to face again. Head spinning, it was all I could do to sit upright and gape at her, both in confusion and betrayal. She continued to smile, but it had become a cruel, mocking thing.

“God, you’re pathetic,” she said with my voice, regarding me with disgust. “Do you have any idea what it’s like to watch you, day after day, squander everything that you have because you’ve decided you’re not pretty enough?”

I weakly attempted to bang on the glass from my newfound prison, to cry for help, but it was to no avail– I couldn’t seem to speak. My reflection seemingly realised this at the same time I did, because her smile widened even further and she stood, brushing her skirts in mock nonchalance.

“Oh, now you have something to say? I think it’s rather too late for that. You, Jane Reynolds, are a wretched, ungrateful creature, and you would have wasted this life fussing over everything but anything of real importance.”

My heart sank to the bottom of my stomach, the truth a heavy anchor dragging my hopes down with it.

From my new position, I could view her in her entirety, and it struck me that perhaps she wasn’t so plain after all. In fact, with the way the white lace of the neckline threaded across her shoulders and how her long eyelashes framed the deep pools of her irises, she could, under a certain light, even have been considered… appealing.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me,” she announced, “I have a party to attend.”

With a final, derisive sneer, Jane Reynolds turned and walked away from the mirror, leaving her reflection behind.

#original work #this is literally something i wrote for class that i was lowkey proud of #i got full marks on it lol #figured it was as good as anything else ive written to post #hope ppl like it :3

4 notes · View notes

my-st0ff · 1 year

Text

Love and Paranoia

Chapter One

Fandom: Red Dead Redemption

Pairing: Kieran Duffy x female reader

Summary: Ever since Kieran Duffy had been tied to that damn tree by your tent you've been pestered by your unavoidable guilt, were you a terrible individual for standing by and letting him be treated as he was? Or were you an idiot not seeing him for who he really is. Who the camp say he is.

Chapter Song: Paranoid Android - Radiohead (lyrics in bold)

Tossing and turning rather than getting a good healthy sleep was a common occurrence for you at bed time. Tonight was different though, you were actually very tired and more than ready to get a full night's sleep, this time your torment was not being caused by your own rushing mind but an unforgiving constant shuffling and infrequent thumping from just outside of your tent. You'd pinned it in your mind on Cain, the overly friendly dog that hung around camp, and you believed he would run off at some distraction soon enough. It was only when the thudding increased greatly that you became tense and made a swift impulsive movement up onto your feet. You grab your beaten up old long leather coat and scratched up and engraved in cattleman revolver that both were sitting right by your bedroll as they were each night. With the coat draped over your shoulders, not doing much to heat your body in just your black nightdress underneath. You push confidently out the front of the tent, gun clutched in a steel grip. A thud emits from somewhere on the left of you and whip your head around to be met with a familiar shadowy figure struggling against the tree beside your tent.

You: "god damnit O'Driscoll, what'chu doin' over there?!"

Irritated, you fly your hands around in expression when you speak. Gun still armed.

Kieran: "I- I'm sorry miss- I was just"

You : "just what?"

Your eyes slim and jaw clenched

Kieran: "I..."

His lack of explanation was enough for you to pace towards him and grab ahold of the ropes that bound him to the tree to give them a merciless tightening.

You: "not another peep, ya' here?"

His defeated eyes hit the ground and after a few steps back to your tent so does your stomach, wrapping the coat around your body and folding your arms. You say in a more tender but still blunt tone with noticeable guilt:

You: "Please could you stop the noise I'm trying to get some rest, okay?"

He nods, staring down still. You move forward on impulse for a moment but hold off your empathetic instinct and turn back towards your tent. After just one step you notice a shuffling noise from the wooded dark area ahead of you.

Kieran: "What's that?"

He whips his head back up

You: "nothin'. Your bein' paranoid"

Kieran: "I may be paranoid, but not an idiot, even the people in this camp wanna hurt me- I- I'm not really all that safe wherever I am miss"

He explains, his voice lowering to eventually almost a whisper as he speaks. You look back at him and scan his face shortly, realising he's right to think the way he does. Suddenly a massive thump and then distressed sound immediately identifiable to a horse pierces your ears followed by an incredible cloud of dust from the dirt as a large animal hurdles erratically from out of the woods to a bit before your tent and collapses. The creature does not give out on its crying. The dust and the screaming pushes your mind to a panic state and you run to the familiar horse that layed before you. Kieran, all the while, flinching and gasping at the scene. You soon enough recognise the beast to be your spotted brown dutch warmblood, Puncher. You knelt before him and searched his body for wounds, the helpless feeling growing from your searching fingertips to throughout your entire body. Seeing your big and strong companion laying on his side, kicking and squealing had you panic-stricken.

Kieran: "i-it's his ankle!"

You: "what?!"

You manage to pull your hard stare from Puncher for a moment to peer back at a worried Kieran with his head twisted around awkwardly to be able to see you and your horse both as helpless as eachother.

Kieran: "his ankles broken miss y/n!"

You whip your head back to your horse and realise he's spot on when you finally notice the dislodged look of just above his hoof to his leg.

Kieran: "l-let me out and I can help!"

You: "no way! I can't do that!"

Kieran: "please, miss, I swear on my life I won't do nothin'. I just wanna help your horse"

His more calmed tone eased you a surprising amount. You spring up from your squat and pace back into your tent, Kieran watching you intently whilst still flickering his eyes back onto Puncher on the ground. You come out a second later with your patterned/engraved-in knife and head straight for Kieran, grabbing ahold of his bounds and making short work of each rope. Kieran falls forwards upon release, letting out a few small sighs and sounds of relief whilst moving his wrists carefully to work them back into the regularity of motion.

You: "hey, help my horse O'Driscoll!"

You command, frustrated at his momentary dwelling. Kieran flinches at your raised tone before rushing to the floored beast. He kneels slowly, whispering gentle 'sshh sshh's and 'its okay boy's, leaving you in awe of how quickly he calms your horse. Not completely since he was still obviously in alot of pain but enough to allow Kieran to lay extremely gentle fingers on the injured ankle in assessment. You kneel close next to Kieran.

You: "oh, Puncher, how'd you manage to get away from your post boy?"

You speak directly to your frightened friend, petting his face and head soothingly as you maintained contact with his delicate eyes.

Kieran: "the post you always hitch him to has been loose for a while, real loose"

You: "huh?"

Kieran: "I just noticed is all. Got alot of of time to observe y'know"

You: "well... why didn't you say somethin' then?"

Kieran: "s-sorry miss"

You break eye contact with your horse and peer to Kieran to be met with a maintained concentrated glare at the ankle.

You: "are you frightened of me Kieran?"

Kieran: "huh- sorry miss?"

He looks at you

You: "your ever so nervous boy. You don't gotta be. I know I seem like I'm on a war path sometimes but, I ain't got nothin' against you... and, I do know you ain't no O'Driscoll really. I can tell"

Kieran: "I... appreciate that, miss"

You take a deep breath and bring yourself back to the situation.

You: "the hell d'you reckon happened?"

Kieran: "this sorta injury, coulda been a fall from some sorta great height or somethin'. But I'll tell you now there ain't nothin' we can do but push that ankle back into place, and it ain't gonna be pretty miss"

You: "b-but he'll be okay, no?"

Kieran: "maybe"

He sighs

You: "the hell d'you mean maybe?"

Your brows screwed together in resistance to the information you were receiving.

Kieran: "you probably won't be able to ride him again, and if he messes it up again by not being able to keep still..."

His silence communicates the horror of the situation he was trying to get across.

You: "n-no"

You felt like crying

Kieran: "ju-just hold on, he can still be okay, alright?"

Kieran places his hands around Puncher's ankle after enough examination and with one quick movement pushes the swollen ankle back into place. Puncher lets out an ear piercing squeal and you gasp, distraught seeing your boy in so much pain. His legs begin kicking outwards and Kieran grabs ahold of your shoulders to pull you back away from the horse only for you to crawl straight back to him and try to hold his quickly moving head.

You: "boy, Puncher, it's me. C'mon"

You stroke the sides of his head and gradually calm him. You hear a wobbly 'uuhh' from Kieran beside you but don't divide your attention from your horse until the footsteps he seemed to be reacting to became noticeable. You twist round to see Hosea stood with a lantern in one hand and a shotgun in the other, a fair few steps from where you and Kieran sat in the dirt.

Hosea: "what on earth is all this noise?"

Is all he exclaims in a low tone.

You: "I- it's puncher, he ripped his post out the ground and managed to break his ankle"

Hosea: "oh, y/n"

His gaze softens and he moves closer to you before finally commenting on the elephant in the room, being trembling Kieran.

Hosea: "and why the hell isn't he tied to a damn tree?"

You: "he knows about horses Hosea, he's spoken before about working in a stable. He was just helping me-"

Before you could babble further trying to defend your actions of releasing Kieran aswell as the man himself you were cut off by the dominating action of Hosea grabbing ahold of Kierans upper arm and pulling him not so gently to his feet.

You: "you won't hurt him or nothin' will ya'?"

You spring to your feet and ask in a tone that almost sounds begging.

Hosea: "I suppose I have no reason to"

His gaze changes from you to him and hardens when doing so

Hosea: "but you stay well away from this girl, you understand boy? No more sweet talkin' your way out of ropes. Or I'll be the first one to teach you a lesson"

Kieran: "yes sir, I- I weren't sweet talkin' but yes sir"

Hosea looks back at you in almost disbelief that Kieran would appose to his commands or beliefs.

You: "he weren't, Hosea, I let him out on my own accord. Swear it."

You tell him with vulnerable eye contact. You share a very quick glance with Kieran before he's hauled in the other direction by the arm to be tied elsewhere to another, more distant tree.

Upon looking back at your horse, he'd now seemed to calm quite a bit, with the occasional grunt or quickness of breath to soon be controlled again. As well as he was laying upright and not flopped onto his side as he previously appeared. Hosea soon showed beside you, kneeling and laying down his gun so he could hold his hand in a rubbing motion on your upper back whilst the other kept the lantern upright.

Hosea: "y'know horses aren't all that good at healing up broken bones y/n... You remember why?"

He asks gently

You: "cus they can't keep still"

You answer with a bitter sweet smile, remembering one of the many lessons Hosea had given you as a girl. This particular one arising upon your questioning of where Hosea's black Tennessee walker mare with the broken leg had gone.

You: "he could still be alright though- Kieran said"

Hosea: "did he now"

He asks rhetorically in an innocent enough tone.

Hosea: "well how about we give him a new hitching po-"

You: "I'm not leaving him"

Hosea laughs just a bit

Hosea: "oh I know. That's why I was about to say, how about we give Puncher a new hitching post right here. Right by your tent so you can still hear him right next to you when you go back to bed"

You: "that... that sounds lovely Hosea, thankyou"

Hosea: "the least I can do, my girl. The least I can do"

He rubs the top of your head with his palm, messing your hair in a tease before lifting himself back into a stand (grabbing his gun in the motion) and heading back toward his tent to drop his things off. The lantern no longer really needed as it was already becoming light now.

Hosea: "you go back to bed y/n, I'll fix it up"

You: "no don't be silly-"

He cuts you off

Hosea: "it won't take a minute, it's just a stick in the ground. Get some sleep y/n"

You: "well, alright then, thankyou Hosea"

Your head aches a little waking up. A stuffy feeling throughout your body but nothing you were confused by as you'd been up till daybreak again. Nothing an active, or rather distracted, mind and some fresh air wouldn't fix. After a few moments of sitting up and taking in your surroundings you were reminded of last night's quite dramatic scenario as you hear a soft grunt from Puncher beside your tent. You chuck on some general work clothes and head out your tent, heading directly to Puncher. You were overjoyed to find him still contently layed down and not attempting too much to any movement. You give a little head scratch to him with a warm smile.

You: "good boy Puncher, you keep this up and you'll be better in no time"

You greet your horse under your breath.

Hosea: "I gave him a few sleepy herbs so he wouldn't necessarily want to stretch his legs all that much"

The familiar comfort of the smell of coffee paired with Hosea's voice both drew closer from behind you. Hosea hands you a cup of coffee and takes a few sips from his own before shooting you a tired smile.

Hosea: "he's s good horse, y/n, and I reckon he might just be alright"

He gives a heavy pat to your back and then leaves you once again. This morning had you feeling today was going to be alright.

After a sit down with Puncher to drink your coffee and give him some nice scratches you headed toward the centre of the camp to grab your hunting gear and a few bags. It only took until you equipped your bow and turned your body toward the horse station that it hit you.

"shit"

You mutter. You scan the lot of horses in an attempt to find one that you were certain wouldn't need to be used by their owner at any point today (knowing this would be quite a drawn-out hunting trip and couldn't predict just how long you'd be out) but you already knew there was really no use.

"god damnit"

You exclaim and drop the bow back to the small desk in defeat. You only look back up when you hear some fuss from a corner of camp. You, unsurprisingly, find Dutch giving Kieran grief from his new post. You sigh and stride over. Knowing exactly what this is all about.

Dutch: "heard you weaseled outa' these last night O'Driscoll"

You: "no, Dutch, he didn't."

Dutch turns to you, his hands on his hips and one brow upright curiously.

You: "I needed his help with Puncher, he broke his ankle"

Dutch: "so you just let him out? You should have gotten one of us y/n"

He tries his best to sound empathetic

You: "Kieran knows about horses, Dutch"

Dutch: "that's nice"

He answers in a belittling manor

You: "god damnit, he's alright y'know. He ain't no O'Driscoll monster, I don't know why we even still got him tied up like this"

A few heads begin to turn throughout the camp

Dutch: "I know that. But we still can't trust him"

You: "fine... but I hope you feel bad"

You throw a hand in the air in defeat and turn again to leave it at that

Dutch: "excuse me?"

Those two words give you a dropping sensation in your stomach. You hated being told off by Dutch more than alot of things.

Hosea: "it is a bit... inhumane, Dutch"

He pipes up between drags of his cigarette

Hosea: "he's an alright kid. He helped alot with y/n's horse for sure. Plus... he took me to get some herbs for him aswell"

You: "huh?"

Hosea: "I don't have a clue in the world where to find sleepy herbs for horses y/n. But this kid sure does. If he's all that bad, how come he didn't just run off or kill me"

He makes his point and then gets that familiar look in his eye that he always does that indicates that he is fully standing his ground. Dutch knows the look and doesn't argue, just leaving it at a slightly petty, grumbly comment.

Dutch: "probably 'cus you were the one with the guns"

He heads back to his tent with a head shake. You decide there and then what you were going to do about the hunting situation.

You: "c'mon, I'm going hunting and your gonna show me where you get those herbs from"

You command and grab ahold of Kieran's bounds once again but this time civilly undoing them rather than knifing at them.

Dutch: "hey!"

He calls

You: "he's gonna show me where those herbs are, that's all! Plus I need some extra hands"

Dutch simply sighs and shakes his head. As you begin to pace forward Kieran absentmindedly stares off before noticing and doing a little jog to catch up. On your way you receive another signature Hosea pat.

Hosea: "be safe y/n"

You: "I will. See ya' round"

You make your way directly back to your things. When collecting them up suddenly a strong grip takes ahold of your shoulder and pulls you round to see the body the arm was extended from.

Arthur: "sorry y/n, huntin' is gonna have to wait"

You: "what?"

Arthur: "I need your pet for a bit, don't worry I ain't gonna hurt him"

He gives a gruff laugh

You: "tell me what's going on Arthur!"

Arthur, now grabbing ahold of Kieran and dragging him toward the horse station. You would've thought the poor thing would be used to being dragged by the arm by now but he still looked so worried under Arthur's force.

Arthur: "he's gonna show me where our old friend Colm is hiding out, aren't ya' son?"

Kieran: "oh um, yes of course sir"

He goes along, remembering his promise to do just that after the gruesome threat of gelding the day previous (which you'd been unlucky enough to watch unfold but smart enough to know they wouldn't actually do anything and didn't interfere), the only reason the gang was actually keeping him around other than him knowing where camp was.

You: "I'm coming."

You demand rather than ask, Arthur giving an eye roll as he recognised that stubborn force painted all over you.

Arthur: "fine"

He grumbles and pulls himself up onto his horse

Arthur: "Bill, John, let's go!"

He calls

John: "we goin' to see Colm?"

Arthur: "according to him, yes we are"

You, with a hand, place yourself on the back of Arthur's horse and clutch your hands comfortably on his sides.

Kieran had given some fairly vague directions with the promise of more detail closer to the cabin Colm was supposedly in. Now just a little bit into the woods, the atmosphere wasn't lacking any talkative characters between you.

John: "Sharing saddle with an O'Driscoll, never thought I'd see the day"

Kieran: "I told you, I ain't no O'Driscoll"

John: "you look like one... and you smell like one, jesus"

Kieran: "I smell like horse shit!"

The men laugh

You: "only cus you boys probably chucked it at him, you god damn animals"

You add with a huff of resistant laughter

Arthur: "so how come your all cozy all of a sudden with this 'Kieran'. Not like you to make friends too easy"

You: "I ain't cozy with nobody Arthur. I just... well someone oughta' look out for him"

Arthur: "not really"

You: "why not?"

Irritation evident in your voice

Arthur: "'cus we don't know the first thing about him. He could be leading us to our deaths right now y/n. Don't trust nobody but eachother, you know that"

He preaches

You: "course I do. But he is one of us now, whether you like it or not. Unless he actually does lead us to some trap today, he's one of our boys now... plus I think it's downright evil how you men treat him, which is of no consequence at all- which is exactly why you do it. People shouldn't have that sorta power in my opinion is all I'm sayin'"

Arthur: "your gonna get yourself killed with your opinion one day y/n"

Arthur shakes his head endearingly as he speaks with a small smile. Knowing he probably doesn't have the smarts to up your point. The other two stay quiet aswell. It's mainly silent until a little peep from the back of John's horse.

Kieran: "thankyou miss"

You don't answer in any way, keeping your typical cold composure to remind him and the others that no matter your opinion on matters such as those regarding empathy and morals you were still stoic and only loyal to few. Sticking up for the underdog was starting to become associated with you so very quickly and you didn't like it one bit.

Soon enough, after quite a bit of bickering between the boys and Kieran, you were perched with the three men on the top of a hill, watching three O'Driscoll's heading back to the hideout. John suddenly pulls Kieran back to his chest by gripping a hand over his mouth and then placing a gun to the side of his head in threat to keep quiet. Two of them reached the camp and had stopped walking, one stopped to piss on a tree. A bit before the other two who stood together.

Bill: "alright Morgan, what're we gonna do about the pisser? The one by the tree"

You: "I've got this"

You draw your bow and with one smooth release take out the man with an arrow through the brain.

Bill: "nice one little lady"

You: "call me that again and you won't be likin' my bow work anymore Bill"

He gives a quiet little chuckle

Arthur: "follow my lead and stay focused"

He adds in a stoic tone and starts creeping forward, throwing knife in hand. Bill equips the same and you hold onto you bow - John mindlessly dropping his gun in an attempt to keep up and replacing it with his knife.

John: "don't move"

He whispers to Kieran and the three of you push up with Arthur. After reaching the bottom of the hill and hidden almost in plain site right by the camp Arthur's tone rushes to a shout.

Arthur: "right, take 'em out"

Swiftly grabbing ahold of your shotgun and the others equipping their firearms in sync, the scene turns to a shootout with the conveniently small O'Driscoll group. The three of you manage to skillfully take them out fairly quickly.

Bill: "these O'Driscoll sons of bitches got supplies!"

He yells in that common Bill excitement and you and John follow him in collecting up supplies from around the unlit campfire as well as the corpses scattered around. A sudden bang knocks you back and almost off your feet, dropping the body you were looting and whipping your head round to see Arthur layed on his back with his hands held out helplessly as a man stood in the doorframe of the cabin Colm was supposed to be in held a gun pointed between Arthur's eyes. You absolutely panic and instead of any motion you scream:

"Arthur!"

Another bang brings a hand to your mouth as you really thought for a moment that Arthur had been killed. It was only when the man above him dropped the gun and slowly brought a hand to his chest your breath is forced to a sigh of relief before returning to usual. He collapses and so does Arthur, presumably in relief, when he turns his head, as do you (almost in sync) to see Kieran holding John's revolver with a trembling grip.

Kieran: "you okay?!"

Arthur: "yes, thank you"

He responds in defeat. You speed walk over to the scene and automatically extend an arm to help up Arthur. Once on his feet there's not a second before your revolver is pointed into the cabin.

You: "Colm O'Driscoll!"

You exclaim, rapidly scanning the cabin with your gun pointed to find an empty room. You drop your arm to your side in defeat and stare back at Arthur with a pissed expression.

Arthur: "you set us up!"

He yells, pacing toward Kieran, you sigh. Crouching down to rest your elbows on your knees and drop your head in your hands.

Kieran: "no-no I didn't!"

Arthur: "yes you did! Colm O'Driscoll ain't here!"

He exclaims, poking his pointer into his chest in a jab.

Kieran: "no he was here! He was here I swear!"

He almost cries, raw distress in his voice

Kieran: "if I was settin' you up why would I save you?!"

Bill: "he's got a point Arthur"

He chips in as him and John emerge beside Arthur

Arthur: "fine, get outta' here"

He grumbles. You spring your head back up to watch this unfold as the situation finally caught your interest. Arthur grabs ahold of Kieran's upper arm but finally not to drag him somewhere but rather throw him forward away from the group.

Arthur: "I'm lettin' you get away, now get lost!"

You: "hold on-"

You try to pipe up but, much to your suprise, Kieran makes a much better point in his defense than you'd ever.

Kieran: "throwin' me out is as good as killin' me! Out there?! Colm is gonna lose his mind over this!"

He yells in the face of three men much bigger and much stronger than him, you almost felt proud of the man who had kept a scared kitten sort of front all the way up until now.

Kieran: "as the lady said, I'm one of you now whether you like it or not!"

Arthur: "fine. Let's get back to camp"

He walks forward and the others follow

You: "Kieran's coming with me, I still need to go get herbs for my horse"

You add and grab (absentmindedly) harshly ahold of Kieran's shoulder.

Kieran: "you got the money then?"

Arthur: "what money?"

Kieran: "Colm usually stores some money in the cabin. In the fireplace!"

He exclaims excitedly, pulling from your grip back toward the cabin before being reasonably shut down by Arthur.

Arthur: "I'll get it. Bill, tell Dutch, Kieran ain't worth killin'... yet"

Bill: "you got that right"

He chuckles back as their voices become farther and soon hooves can be heard pushing into the dirt.

You: "right"

You peer down at your watch

You: "we've still got an alright amount of day left. Let's go back down to Valentine"

You say and begin to walk off, Kieran once again having to quickly hop forward to catch up.

Kieran: "oh, uh, they won't sell the herbs Puncher needs in general stores miss"

You abruptly turn to face him

You: "don't you remember my name?"

Kieran: "no I do, I mean, I've heard it. People calling you and stuff. It's y/n isn't it?"

You: "that's right"

You smirk and let out a small huff at his ever-nervous manor

Kieran: "just, miss and ma'am is polite and all"

You turn your back and carry on walking

You: "whatever you say, sir, but I find calling someone by their name to be polite"

Kieran: "then I will... y/n... b-but like I said-"

You: "we ain't goin' to the general store, I've got enough money on me right now so (you sigh) we're gonna go buy yourself a horse"

Kieran: "a horse! Really?! Your pulling my leg miss- I mean y/n"

Pure excitement in his words

You: "no, I ain't, but my horse went and pulled his leg if you know what I mean"

You laugh to yourself

You: "and we ain't gonna get far without a horse carrying the load of supplies we're bringin' back. Which we can also pick up in Valentine"

Kieran: "I don't know what to say!"

You: "as little as possible would be preferable"

You pick up the pace

You: "your god damn lucky day, huh"

You grumble under your breath. A giddy Kieran following close behind you - visibly resisting expressing his excitement through blabbering by holding his lips painfully tight.

Chapter Two:

#Spotify #red dead redemption #red dead redemption two #kieran duffy x reader #kieran duffy x female reader #kieran duffy x you #Kieran Duffy #red dead redemption 2

47 notes · View notes

haurchefaymeric · 1 year

Text

- A very Ishgardian trip to Limsa -

(My first photo story! Hope you like it 🥰✨)

Effy and Emmanellain had just finished their final patrol of the Ishgardian border for that day when suddenly, through the blistering snow of Coerthas, they were approached by a shadowed figure riding a mount. Unable to make out who was approaching them, they drew their weapons, prepared for a fight.

"There you two are, I've been looking everywhere!" A voice cried out.

“Aymeric!?" Effy questioned, only able to recognise his voice.

"Aye. Tis I, pray follow me, our presence has been requested at the docks of Limsa at once. Emmanellain, you can come too, since you're related to Haurchefant."

Aymeric gestured as he unmounted and began to set up a teleport.

"Wait wait, Haurchefant? Is he alright?! What's happened?!" Effy asked, now worried due to the fact that Aymeric would never usually come this far outside of Ishgard alone unless there was an emergency.

"I don't know any more except we got an urgent request from Merlwyb to attend immediately and that Haurchefant may require assistance, so we must go at once!” He replied.

"Well what are we waiting for? Let's go!" Effy replied, now going out of her mind with worry.

Emmanellain drew his sword, "I shall SLAY DOWN any that may try to stand in our way! I will continue to clear the path of any man or monster that-"

"Manny! We gotta go, now or never!" Effy yelled as her and Aymeric were waiting by the teleport for him, looking quizzical but not surprised and gestured for him to hurry.

"Oh, sorry, I'm coming! Don't go without me!" Emmanellain scurried over to them as Aymeric rolled his eyes and scoffed, they all teleported to Limsa Lominsa's main Aetheryte.

"Get your Lala dust here, lord Commander.." a grunty voice whispered out from Aymeric's left.

"Teehee! I can show you a good time if you want, lord commander!" a tiny Lalafell approached him and tried to grab his hand.

"UWU! Lord commander! Can I choose your gwam for today? OWO!" A cat girl squealed into his face as she grabbed his armour.

Aymeric in a panic turned to Effy and Emmanellain who were in absolute hysterics by this point "What is this place?!"

Effy walked up and shoe'd everyone "Clear out everyone, we're here on official business!"

"Okay, here we are, lord knows what your problematic husband is up to." Aymeric began walking up to the docks.

"He's not problematic, he just wants to help every single person he meets, you are his best friend and you his brother, you both know what he is like! He's just...kind..." Effy trailed off as they approached the docks and were greeted with Haurchefant, hanging by a single foot from a rope, off of a mast on the side of the boat.

"Effy! Thank the twelve you're here! I was just trying to offer my advice to those men on the boat, about how they should be maintaining a better level of personal hygiene and how that might help them garner more business and before I knew it, they had ambushed me and-"

"YOU TOLD, PIRATES, ACTUAL SEA PIRATES!? THEY STINK?! HOTCHEF, WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS!?" Effy yelled up to him in utter disbelief.

"p-p-PIRATES?” Haurchefant had a moment of realisation. "Oh...I uh see." he smiled weakly at her.

Effy stared at him, eyes wide, shaking her head until Emmanellain burst into a fit of Laughter.

Aymeric turned to him sharply "This is no laughing matter! Look how high up he is! How is he supposed to represent Ishgard in this position?"

Emmanellain began laughing even harder, Effy was still just staring at Haurchefant when she began to giggle, though seeing how angry Aymeric was about this situation, she tried desperately to hide that she was, by covering her mouth, to no avail.

"Really Effy? Really?" Aymeric whispered to her.

"I'm sorry, it's because of Manny! He's making me-" Effy was cut off by Haurchefant yelling loudly.

"AH!" The rope around his leg began to unravel, "Guys!?"

Effy immediately snapped into action "Haurchefa-" she didn't even have enough time to finish her sentence before the rope snapped completely and before she knew it, Haurchefant was falling through the air before them.

Effy looked over at Emmanellain, who was covering his eyes with his hand, then she turned to Aymeric who appeared to be frozen in place, with a shocked look plastered onto his face.

"Okay Warrior of light, this is on you…as per usual." She thought to herself.

She dived forward in 1 second flat, put her arms out and caught Haurchefant in a bridal pose.

He looked up at them, being pat on the head by Emmanellain and making direct eye contact with his smirking wife "Heh….. it's supposed to be the other way around, darling! Heh..”

Effy raised her eyebrow as Aymeric began scolding him "Don't you EVER do something like this again, do you know-" he began rambling as the two love birds smirked at each other.

“All’s well that ends well!” Haurchefant smiled widely, still in the arms of Effy.

“I will drop you.” Effy whispered softly into his ear.

Haurchefant chuckled to himself nervously.

11 notes · View notes

zoebug19 · 2 years

Text

Talking to the Bump

Summary: This a series of little drabbles for a couples of love interests from The Royal Romance and Open Heart talking to MC’s pregnant belly.

Parings: (TRR) Liam x MC, Drake x MC, Maxwell x MC. (Open heart) Ethan x MC & Bryce x MC.

Word count: 753

I hope you like it!

~THE ROYAL ROMANCE~

Liam:

Liam and Riley lay comfortably in their lavish bedroom inside the Royal Palace. “We don’t have a name for you just yet, Little Love,” Liam murmured quietly, not to wake Riley after she’d finally managed to drift off to sleep after a war with her pregnancy-induced insomnia. Liam gently laid his large hand over Riley’s protruding stomach. “...But we can’t wait to meet you, Princess, and neither can any of our friends. You are going to be so loved, you already are-”

“Li?”

Liam started to panic, he’d woken her but he hadn’t meant to. When he looked up Riley was grinning widely but sleepily. “Yes, Love?”

“You are so adorable,” Riley laughed as Liam leaned over and placed a kiss on her lips.

“So are you.”

Drake:

He couldn’t stop smiling which was a very welcomed change. The permanent smile only grew when the couple discovered they’re having a little girl.

“It tickles!” Riley squealed as Drake continued peppering kisses on her bare stomach.

“I can’t wait to meet her,” Drake said truthfully, the grin growing if that was even possible. Riley took his hands as he look up at her, both of them smiling wildly.

“Neither can I.”

Maxwell:

“Dancing Shoes, Max?” Riley questioned as she took the teeny tiny shoes out of their box. She side-eyed her husband, “She’s hasn’t even been born yet…What if she doesn’t like dancing?”

Maxwell looked rather offended at his wife’s question. “Of course, she will. I’m her dad.” Maxwell came to stand behind Riley, wrapping her arms around her waist and putting on his hands on her protruding bump. He felt a powerful kick against his hands. “That is unborn baby for ‘I love dancing, dad.’ Isn’t that right Tiny Blossom?” She kicked against him again. “See, she’s agrees with me.”

~OPEN HEART~

Ethan:

Ethan couldn’t sleep. Today had been simply one of the best days of his life. He turned over onto his side to face Casey who was sleeping sounding. Her eyes drifted down to her belly.

“It’s been a really long day,” Ethan whispered, “But one of the best by far. We heard your heartbeat today…” He couldn’t wipe the smile off his face. “I never thought I’d have children. It just wasn’t in the cards for me but then your mom came along and everything changed.” Ethan gently laid a hand on her tummy, careful not to wake her. “I can’t wait to meet you.”

“Ethan?” He immediately stopped talking, embarrassed he’d been caught. “What time is it?” She asked, sitting up and rubbing her eyes.

He glanced at the clock, “Nearly midnight.”

“What are you doing?” Casey questioned, noticing his hand on her belly.

Ethan cleared his throat, his cheeks flushing crimson, “I’m having alone time with the baby. Now, go to sleep, Rookie.”

Bryce:

“You’re gonna be the coolest kid,” Bryce insisted as he leaned over on the couch so he was closer to Casey’s belly. “I mean you already are and I bet you’re going to be gorgeous. Just like your mom.”

“Are you seriously talking to my belly again?” Casey asked, looking down at Bryce with a raised brow.

“Case, she needs to recognise my voice without hesitation when she pops out,” Bryce explained, “She should hear me and immediately know who I am.”

“Babe, you’ve been talking to her none stop- even before she had ears. She’ll know who you are.”

Bryce grinned and placed his hand on her belly. Both their eyes immediately went wide when their daughter kicked harshly against Bryce’s hand. They both shared excited glances. “Did she just-”

“Yeah,” Casey confirmed, letting out a small giggle “That felt so weird.”

“The first kick was for me,” Bryce insisted, with a big, smug, excited grin plastered across his face.

“Technically, she kicked both of us.” Casey shifted in her seat, her hand going to her belly when it happened again. “That’s so weird,” She laughed, “Gosh, she’s a rowdy little monkey,” She giggled as it continued.

Bryce leaned over and placed a kiss on her lips. “I’m her favourite though,” he decided as he pulled away.

“You can keep telling yourself that buddy but It won’t make it true.”

____________________________________________-

This isn’t a new fic. I have shared this fic on my previous blog from 2 years ago so it it sounds familiar that’s why.

11 notes · View notes

imagineslashers · 3 years

Text

First Words Soulmate AU

okay so i love this au, and i’m not sure if it’ve done it before, but i’m doing it now so enjoy! essentially, the first words you ever speak to your soulmate are imprinted on you somewhere and same for them, if you aren’t familiar with this au! x

WARNING for violence and death and swearing!

also sorry this is long yikes-

Jason

To be perfectly honest, you had lost all hope of ever meeting your soulmate, if going only by the words on your wrist - or rather, the lack of words. All you have imprinted on your skin is a dash, a wobbly line, and nothing else. From day one, you had merely accepted the fact that your soulmate was likely dead, or going to die, before you’d ever have the chance to meet them.

Your trip to an old camping ground was purely as an escape, to break away from all your friends who were happily in love and all met their soulmates. It was overwhelming, the joy they were suffocating your lonely self with, so you needed to get away.

Hiking through the cool afternoon air, your heart lays heavy in your chest, proving that even distance and ignorance can’t shield you from the pain. Anxiously, your fingers rub at your exposed wrist, and the crooked line across it. An owl hoots in the distant treetops, reminding you of your isolation.

You pause, taking a minute to breathe in deeply, stretching your sore muscles, and peering at the glimpse of the lake through the distant tree trunks. A slight sound distracts you, a brief snapping of a twig, and all the birds stop singing. A deer, perhaps? Your head turns slowly, taking in the surroundings. Even the insects seem to be holding their breath, the forest blanketed by a harsh silence.

The hairs stand up on the back of your neck and you exhale shakily, deciding to push on and try to reach a clearing where you may feel less trapped. It doesn’t help. The more steps you take, the more aware you become of the sensation, constantly looking over your shoulder.

When your nerves are entirely fried, the sudden flight of a startled crow sends you into a fully fledged panic, bolting through the trees. The quiet snapping of twigs becomes a heavy thudding, trembling the ground and you no longer waste time by looking back, powering through the forest.

There’s a looming shadow that falls over you and your voice escapes in a shriek, realising the inevitable. You’re not fast enough. The world spins as your shirt is grabbed, yanking you backwards and throwing you off your feet. Rolling across the dirt for a few seconds, you’re finally stopped staring up at the hulking masked figure. There’s a machete in his left hand, and a shred of your shirt in his right. He steps over you, feet either side of your hips and pulls back his arm.

You instinctively lift your hands to defend yourself, turning your head away and gasping for breath. “P-please!” You whimper, heart racing like a hummingbird. “Please don’t!”

He freezes, pulls back, and blinks at you from behind his mask. After a few painfully slow moments, he rotates his arm holding the machete, and you’re able to glimpse three words inscribed down his arm. They’re the words you spoke.

It all clicks and you realise he doesn’t, or can’t, speak. You shakily lift your wrist to show him your mark. He appears bewildered, stunned at the thought of having a real soulmate as much as you, then finally extends a wary hand. You take it.

Bubba

The road trip was a stupid idea, you said that from the start. However, you had been dragged along by your friends to celebrate a few milestones in your lives, and so succumbed to their pleading. Now, you sit rigidly in the back of their car, waiting anxiously. How long does it take to pay for fuel?

Your mind is racing, it’s been nearly half an hour and you haven’t heard anything. You elected to stay behind to keep an eye on the car while they went inside to get snacks, but that shouldn’t take too long, right?

A light flickers in the back of the old gas station, and with it the sound of a machine, perhaps a chainsaw or similar tool. You try to shrug it off. It’s a dilapidated country station, they’re probably fixing something or working at the back.

However, you can’t ignore the screaming, or the sudden bursting open of the door. Your friend’s boyfriend comes streaking out, face ashen, bolting past you. You lean out of the window, eyes wide, calling his name but he ignores you. A whoosh of air rushes past your head and an axe lands squarely in the back of his head. You scream, jerking yourself back into the car before kicking the door open and almost falling out.

You don’t have the keys, but running is obviously pointless. Instead, you bolt for the gas station, hoping to find a phone or a weapon or something! You don’t make it that far before the axe thrower steps out into the light, breathing heavily. He’s hard to make out, but you recognise the bloody apron and odd looking mask as immediately a threat, if you hadn’t already witnessed what he’d just done.

“Who are you? What do you want?”

Shocked by his appearance, you find your feet are sluggish and unresponsive. He notices you but doesn’t charge, instead making cautious steps towards you, dragging a large chainsaw. He mumbles something, just a string of sounds, as if trying to soothe you like an injured deer. It takes hearing more screaming for you to start stepping backwards quickly, unwilling to take your eyes off of him. Your back thuds into something solid and your hair is twisted into an iron grip, making you cry out.

“Got ‘em! Hurry up and finish it so we can go home already.” The man behind you reeks of blood and sweat, his accent almost masking his words. The one with the chainsaw makes a muffled noise of distress, closing the distance between you and shoves the one holding you backwards, releasing the grip on your hair.

“The hell, Bubba?” He growls, but the much taller male hisses, grabbing your arm and pulling you back with him. This captor, Bubba, starts desperately pulling up his pant leg, seemingly having forgotten where his mark is, but finally twists around to see the back of his calf. Your words in shaky handwriting are scrawled across his flesh.

Shocked, you pull down your shirt and try to inspect the nonsensical letters along your collarbone. Bubba makes a slight squeal, pulling you against his chest, delighted to finally have his soulmate! Still in shock, you allow him to lead you to their truck, your heart swelling but your head spinning. Oh well, not like you have much choice anyway!

Freddy

Bad dream would probably be an understatement, that’s what you think as you find yourself sprinting painfully slowly through a boiler room, steam burning your skin as you pass. Laughter rings out, bouncing off the walls and startling you. Bitterness creeps into your heart, a sour taste in your mouth as you try not to fall into the sick games you know are going to begin.

“Where are you, you prick?!” You yell, hands balled into fists, stomping your foot for effect. You’re terrified, naturally, but not going to die looking like a wimp or giving him the satisfaction. You know all about him from the teens in your neighbourhood.

Freddy comes bounding around a corner, looking expectantly gleeful and sadistic, his gloved hand dragging along the wall. His face breaks into a grin, but you recognise the flash of panic in his face, which confuses you all the more. Why would he be scared?

You step back, ready to throw yourself into a fight or flight, but he just looks at you dumbly, huffing, amusement fading. “What did you say?” Something clicks in his mind and he stalks towards you. “Say it again.”

You’re ready to tell him where he can shove his request when you understand the significance of his words. His first words to you.

“Oh, shit, no way!” Your words leave you a breathless rush and it makes him laugh. He’s so badly burnt that your words have been essentially destroyed from his wrist, but he’d never forget what they said. You carefully roll up your shorts and expose the slanted writing wrapped around your thigh. Freddy looks a little stunned, and annoyed, but he finally sighs dramatically in defeat.

“Okay, guess you’re mine then, baby!” He resigns himself to it like a child having to do chores, grabbing your hand in his exposed one, pulling you with him.

Michael

Halloween is arguably one of the best holidays, but you don’t agree with that statement anymore as you’re creeping through the dark streets, trying not to be noticed. The news headlines were that the killer was on a streak, getting more creative with every victim, and you’re determined not to be the next one.

Unfortunately, you live in his neighbourhood, so you didn’t have any options when the television at your work lit up with a warning to stay home. And your car broke down, so you’re now stuck walking home, jumping at the sound of every meow and car horn. Pulling your coat tighter around your frame, you hurry down the street, passing under a streetlamp which illuminates your white knuckles wrapped tightly around your bag.

There’s a siren in the distance and that assures you, just a little, that perhaps the killer is being brought down right now. With that in mind, you let out a breath which escapes you in a puff of smoke in the cold air. Clinging tightly to your reassurances, you speed up a little, having reached your street. Relief washes through you, as well as embarrassment at how terrified you’d been.

You chuckle to yourself, rounding the corner to your house when you see him. A huge black shadow, stepping out from the neighbouring house, his knife stained crimson. You both stand in silence, staring at one another, before you decide to try your luck at running.

You turn around and sprint the way you’d come, biting your lip so hard it draws blood. Your breath comes in short puffs as your body is pushed beyond the limits. He may have the advantage of being quicker, but you know this area. Ducking down an alleyway, you launch yourself onto a wooden fence, scrambling to get over. You’re just about to when a cold hand wraps around your ankle and yanks you back down.

The force of it knocks the wind from your lungs as you lay on your back, gasping. The stranger crouches over you, pressing the tip of his blade to the hollow of your throat. You squeeze your eyes shut. “Just do it!” You manage to force out.

The blade pulls away and you risk peeking one eye open to see the white mask. Your killer is shocked, looking almost like a stone figure, unable to move or breathe. He never wanted a soulmate, didn’t believe in it, but now you’re laying under him and he can’t kill you.

Angrily, he slams his fist into the concrete by your head and you flinch, eyes wide open now as he stares back at you. There’s a quiet word he mutters, just loud enough for you to catch it. “Fuck.”

You barely have time to question him, recognising that one word from the one that’s imprinted on your shoulder blade, before he’s hauling you up and carrying you off bridal style, one hand still tightly clutching his knife.

Beetlejuice

The motel room is kinda dingy- well, it’s very dingy if you’re honest, but you’re so exhausted you can’t bring yourself to do more than collapse on the bed. You’d been travelling for a few days on your way to a new town to start up your new career, passing through this idyllic little town. It’s cute, very homey, but the motel is pretty old.

Whatever, you just need to sleep. Rolling onto your stomach, you pull out your phone and check your messages. The television starts playing. Sitting up, you strain your ears but hear only some corny romance film. Rolling your eyes, you decide that you’re leaving as soon as the sun rises, but begrudgingly force yourself to walk into the living area to turn off the television.

Once you do, you put the remote on the coffee table, making sure it can’t fall or turn itself on again. Turning around, you start walking back to the bed when it turns on, louder this time. Your brows furrow in annoyance as you return and turn it off, smacking the side of the set for good measure.

After staring at the black screen for a few seconds, you decide it’s done being irritating and once again try to walk back to bed. You’ve just collapsed on your side when it turns on again.

Gritting your teeth, you rub your eyes and contemplate how much effort it would be to walk back to reception to ask for a new room. You’ve just decided on getting up when you feel the bed dip behind you, fingertips tracing your arm. Your heart nearly bursts in terror.

“You don’t like this movie?” The words come out dripping in sarcasm and amusement from the stranger behind you. Immediately, your body reacts defensively and you leap from the bed, whirling around to punch the intruder. He yelps in surprise, hand over his nose.

“You asshole! Get out of my room!” You yell, barely able to contain your emotions, completely glazing over the realisation that those words are on your lower back. However, the intruder does notice and sits up excitably, eyeing you like a prize. You’re not sure where to look first, the green hair or the dirty striped suit.

“Well, I wasn’t expecting to find you in a motel room, but hey, can’t complain!” He grins, his expression resembling that of a wolf. He pops the buttons on his shirt and you’re stuck standing in confusion as you read back the words you just yelled at him, imprinted on his collar.

“No.” You point at him, then the door. “Not happening. Go away and come back at a decent hour.” He laughs, but then realises you’re serious, whining as he pulls himself from the bed.

“You’re mean. I like it. See you in the morning!” He disappears in a hazy cloud of purple smoke, leaving you coughing and wondering if you hallucinated.

Billy & Stu

School sucks. Not only because of the obvious; preppy kids, bullies, annoying teachers, homework. No, you’re annoyed because everyone is falling madly in love with their soulmates, throwing it in your face. You’re a freak to most, because you don’t have your soulmate mark. You have two.

Wearing long sleeves is how you conceal it, but everyone knows you’re different, the rumours started as soon as you walked in the door. Irritable, you resign yourself to having to deal with not only the first day at a new shitty school, but also being the object of much taunting on said first day.

You manage to sail through most of your classes by ignoring everyone else, but by lunch time, you can’t avoid it. Your feet carry you to an empty table where you hope to just have a quiet meal. That, of course, can never happen for you.

Two rather imposing looking teens slink over to you, and you recognise them as the school’s bad boys, popular kids if a little weird, Billy and Stu. You look down and continue picking at a sandwich, hoping that if you pretend they don’t exist, they’ll do the same for you and move onto someone else.

Once again, that doesn’t happen for you. “Hello, gorgeous.” Billy sits in the seat next to you and Stu sidles up on the opposite one, both of them grinning. “Why are you sat alone, baby?” Stu purrs. You’ve had enough of being taunted today and you stand up, causing your chair to scream in protest against the tacky floors.

“Can everyone just leave me the hell alone?” You scowl, grabbing your bag and missing the look that the boys exchange in surprise. Billy nods, and Stu grabs your arm.

“Hey!” You try to pull it back, but Billy takes your other one and they both pull up your sleeves. Sure enough, the words they just greeted you with are on your arms, one of each. Your cheeks burn with humiliation, and relief, at finding your soulmates.

Stu lets go first, practically bouncing on the spot as he lifts his shirt to show you what you said written angrily across his ribs. Billy’s next, he has the same words but wrapped around his ankle.

You’re in a state of shock when they coax you back into your seat, one hanging one each of your arms. There’s no way you’re getting away now, especially not with the way they’re looking at you like you’re their favourite toy.

The Man

The night was finally quietening down when you decided to sit on the porch for a bit, a hot drink cupped in your hands, listening to the crickets.

Your decision to live in a wooded area is probably one of the best you’ve made, or at least that’s what you believe as you enjoy the blissful peace of your surroundings. Blowing on your drink, you almost don’t notice the figure in the corner of your eye.

Expecting one of the neighbours checking in about something, you aren’t immediately alarmed, sitting up a bit straighter to try and make them out in the shadows. The stranger doesn’t speak, so neither do you, but the longer you both stare at one another, the worse the feeling in your gut becomes. Something isn’t quite right.

You’ve just decided to go back inside when he starts approaching. Coming nearer to your porch lights, you can finally see that he’s wearing a mask, and across his back he’s carrying a crossbow. Adrenaline shoots into your veins and you leap up, your mug smashing. The display of alertness doesn’t concern him, he continues approaching at a leisurely pace, dragging his hand across the side of your car as he comes up the driveway.

You walk backwards to the front door, making sure you can keep him in your sights at all times, your hand fumbling for the handle. He waves at you, and you sense he’s smiling under his mask, judging by the delighted, predatorial glint in his eyes. You simply scowl in response, attempting to hide the way your body trembles as you finally get the door open and jump backwards, slamming it shut.

He leaps up the porch steps and stands outside the door, his shadow spilling in from under the door. You step back, holding your breath. The shadow retreats with the sound of boots, leaving you frozen to the spot listening for him.

The silence becomes so painful that when he finally does make a noise, it startles you. Tracking it down, you find him stood outside your kitchen by the large window, head tilted as he peers inside at you, still jovial and content to be terrifying you.

Unwilling to show him your fear any further, you point at the alarm system, indicating you can set it off to alert authorities. Yelling to be heard through the glass, your words get his attention easily.

“You better leave, or I’m going to make sure they haul your sorry ass to prison!”

He steps back, much to your surprise, and then lifts his mask. You’re taken aback by his face - attractive - and don’t notice him pulling up his hoodie. There in cursive along his hip is your handwriting, and the threat you just gave him. His face breaks out into a grin as he jumps back to his position right up against the glass.

“Show me yours!” His voice is elevated by his delight and you step away, warily lifting your arm to reveal his demand written along your outer forearm. Like a kid given candy, he knocks excitably against the glass. “Let me in! You’re so mine!”

The Blissfield Butcher

What a shitty day. You missed the bus trying to get home from work, and then it started raining. By the time you’d made it to the next operating bus stop, your clothes had been successfully drenched, leaving you shivering under the meagre shelter provided.

Cursing your boss for lecturing you and in turn making you late to leave, you hug your arms around yourself. A ping goes off from your pocket, then another, and another, until you give up on trying to warm yourself and fish around in your pockets to find the source. Your phone lights up your face in the darkness. An amber alert prompts all residents to stay home if they can, following a string of murders.

You exhale sharply, trying to centre your thoughts on anything other than the anxiety creeping into the back of your mind. Your gaze lifts from the screen and is immediately drawn to a passing shadow, which halts the second you look at it. Unsure if you’re seeing things, you put your phone away and squint through the rain, attempting to distinguish whether it’s someone you know.

Likely just a passer-by, you resume huddling under the shelter. The shadow moves away, and your anxiety with it. However, you can’t shake the feeling of being watched. After a few minutes, the shadow reappears and you realise it’s circling you from a distance. The reality sets in and you curse, chancing up your options. Glancing over your shoulder, you can see your workplace still lit up a few blocks down. You could run there, but you’re not sure how fast the figure is.

When you tear your eyes away from your distant workplace, you realise that looking away had been a mistake, the shadow significantly closer and now more obviously a male. A very tall male, in a mask. You curse under your breath and decide to risk it, your aching legs once again forced into action. The bitterly cold rain makes running harder, and it’s worse trying to see where you’re going as it starts to come down heavier, masking the sounds of your stalker.

You shoot a quick look over your shoulder, your heart jumping at how close he is, within reaching distance. Your mind makes a quick decision and you jerk to the side so his grab misses you, whilst you run down another street onto a local sports field, now dark and silent.

The wet grass clings to your feet, slowing you down, but you don’t have time to reflect on this mistake because your shoved from behind. The force of your momentum and the power behind the shove sends you skidding on your front, grazing your cheek.

He’s on you before you can blink, pushing you onto your back, straddling your hips. His eyes are wild behind the mask as he uses one hand to keep your shoulder down, the other gripping a butcher’s knife. Your efforts at squirming are denied by his sheer weight and the force of his thighs trapping your lower half. Seeing no other option, you start to panic and gasp, the rain still soaking you both.

“Wait, please, don’t!” Your tears mix into the rain as your hands desperately push against him, one accidentally knocking his mask off. He’s distracted by this and you continue, your hands instead lowering to protect your face. “I know a lot of cops, I-I-” the excuse tumbles from your mouth, but cuts off when you notice the black writing on his neck. “Oh.” Your voice is reduced to a whimper, reading back what you’ve said to him.

He sighs, stabbing the grass and sitting back, looking at you expectantly. “Um, are you not going to kill me?” You curse the way your words shake as you look up at him. The ghost of a smile touches his lips and he grips your wrist, pulling you up. He doesn’t stop there, throwing you over his shoulder and stooping to pick up his knife. “I’m not gonna kill what’s mine.” He growls the words, sending a chill through you as those familiar words are etched onto your arm.

#soulmate au #slasher imagines #jason voorhees x reader #bubba sawyer x reader #freddy krueger x reader #michael myers x reader #hush 2016 #the man x reader #blissfield butcher x reader #billy x stu x reader #beetlejuice x reader #reader inserts

1K notes · View notes

foli-vora · 3 years

Text

counting stars

A/N: I apologise if this is a mess—I’ve just written this on my phone while camping in the middle of nowhere 😅 truly inspired by the outdoors hahah. Yes I’m sitting incredibly still in a spot that I found had cell service so I can upload this because I’m Impatient™️.

Pairing: Francisco ‘Catfish’ Morales x f!reader

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: depressive thoughts, insecurities, A SICKENING AMOUNT OF FLUFF

+++

The truck’s packed. That’s the first thing you notice when you pull into the driveway, eyeing the bags chucked neatly in the bed of the vehicle. The brief sharp stab of panic that impales your heart is drowned by a sickening twist of understanding. Of course he’d leave — why would he want you? Why would he waste time being with you when he could do so much better? You don’t blame him. You wouldn’t get in his way of leaving.

The sigh that leaves you as you exit your car is long and drawn out, each step towards the house drains the low level of energy you had leftover after your shift and you wonder if you’ll be in Frankie’s way if you take up the couch to sleep. Will he want to take the couch? He had bought it, after all. The bed, then. He wouldn’t leave you without a bed — maybe he’ll come back for it tomorrow.

Frankie’s coming down the stairs when you walk through the door, a dark backpack slung over his shoulder and Mena giggling in his arms. God you’re gonna miss those little giggles. He smiles when he sees you, dropping the bag next to a bright pink unicorn one on the floor before striding over to you.

You’re stumped when he slings an arm around your waist and brings you in close, hips bumping together, and Mena immediately dives in to press a wet kiss against your cheek. He kisses the other, sharing a little smile with his little girl before looking at you.

“You’ve got 10 minutes to pack some clothes.” He says, and you blink, stomach rolling.

Oh. Maybe he was packing your stuff.

Of course, it’s his house.

It’s in his truck because you couldn’t possibly fit everything in your car. He was helping you move out. He didn’t have to—you could have called a removal company or something. He shouldn’t have to go out of his way, especially with Mena.

You’re sullen as you answer, brushing past him with a quiet okay. The stairs are hard to climb, but eventually you reach your bedroom. You try not to look at the photos lining the walls—pictures of Mena, of her with Frankie or you, of all three of you, of you and Frankie snuggled together on various dates and trips, scribbles deemed masterpieces plastered proudly in expensive frames. Maybe you could ask for a few copies, or take the originals if he was just going to throw the ones of you away. Which he would, of course, why would he keep them?

He’s left a duffle on the bed for you—his old army one. He loves this one. He uses it for everything. You make a mental note to make sure to return it.

Tears choke your throat as you pack the bag, and it’s not until strong arms wind around your waist that they fall free. You won’t say no to a final hug. You try to memorise the tightness of his arms, the feel of his beard along your skin as he buries his face in your neck.

“You ready? Mena’s getting cranky,” you hear the chuckle in his voice and nod your head. He must feel the tension in your torso because immediately he’s turning you, frowning at the tears streaking your face. “What’s wrong, baby?” He’s gentle as he wipes them from your cheeks, the pinch between his brows deepening as your face crumbles in his hands.

“I don’t want to leave,” you admit, sniffling quietly, “but I will if that’s what you want. You and Mena deserve better.”

“What?”

“It’s okay—”

“No, it’s not.” Soon your face is pressed hard against his chest and he’s crushing you, hand tight on the back of your head as he holds you. “You’re not going anywhere, not without us, anyway. We’re going on a trip. All three of us—together.”

A trip? Your mind is a whirl as you try to catch up. He wasn’t leaving you? Or, more accurately, you weren’t moving out? Suddenly the packed bags, especially Mena’s unicorn one, and packed truck make a little more sense to your darkened mind, and you instantly relax in his arms.

He pulls back, dark eyes sad as he studies your face.

Frankie had watched you the last few days; watched your mood sour, watched the bags below your eyes deepen. You’d barely been sleeping — he could feel you toss and turn all night, could feel the shudder in your shoulders as you tried to keep your sobs quiet in fear of waking him. He’d seen the look of utter defeat wash your face when you accidentally spilt the milk trying to make a coffee yesterday, seen the immediate glaze of tears as he wiped the spill away. You were gone before he could even turn and comfort you, the door slamming as you all but ran to your car.

He knew what was happening—could recognise the signs a mile away after having to defeat his own monster lurking in the back of his mind telling him he wasn’t good enough, reminding him of all the awful things he’d done in his life, what he’d done to others. He’d gone straight to work, said he wouldn’t be able to do any shifts on the weekend, and had left at lunch to start packing.

“I love you.”

Your face falls, head shaking in automatic denial.

“I do,” his touch is gentle, brushing more tears away with his thumbs. “I know you’ve been struggling lately. I’m sorry for not saying anything—I should’ve made it clear when you came home. We’re going camping for the weekend, unless you don’t feel up to it which is fine. We can just order a pizza, cuddle up on the couch and watch movies if that sounds better.” He smiles warmly, reassuringly, and you know in your heart that he really truly doesn’t mind what you decide to do.

How you ever landed Francisco Morales, you’ll never know.

“No, I want to go.”

“Are you sure? Please don’t be scared to say no—”

“I want to go.”

For the first time for what feels like all week, you smile, and actually mean it.

His eyes flick across your face, searching for any signs of hesitation, and then he grins, your eyes automatically falling to admire the dimple creasing his cheek. You kiss it instinctively, relief washing through you as your mind and hearts calms. He stops you as you pull away, leaning in and letting his nose run along yours before pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

He helps you put some clothes together, and with the two of you, you’re packed within a few minutes. He holds your hand on the way down the stairs, but stops to collect all the bags while you grab the little girl pulling at your legs. She babbles to you excitedly as you follow Frankie out of the house, her little fingers habitually pulling and fiddling with the chain around your neck.

You try to fend off the overwhelming feelings of unworthiness while you listen to Frankie talk animatedly back to Mena as you buckle her into her car seat, her little voice loud and bubbly as she claps her hands and bounces in her seat. You try to smile, try to reassure yourself that Frankie loves you, that Mena loves you, but you struggle truly believing it. How could they?

Music’s soon blaring throughout the cab of the truck as the familiar houses of your neighbourhood fly past, the Spotify playlist Frankie spent a good hour finding and adding songs to filling the quiet. He sings along, grinning at Mena’s attempts to sing along in her own little language, and when he looks at you, eyes shining with adoration, your chest feels tight and constricted.

You really didn’t deserve these two.

It takes a couple of hours to get to Frankie’s favourite spot—somewhere familiar to you from the many times he had taken you there. The small clearing is the same as it always has been, the large logs still situated around a small burnt patch of ground where leftover charred logs sat from previous campers. Frankie’s quick to erect the tent and organise the bedding inside, and soon he’s joining you and Mena at the edge of the wide lake glowing under the fading sun.

She’s dancing in the sand, little bare feet kicking up the grains as she twirls and twists and giggles when she goes too far and her toes touch the cool water. You sink to the ground and hug your legs, content to watch her enjoy the last bit of sunlight before it sinks beneath the horizon with a longing to feel as wild and carefree as she does.

“Papa!”

Frankie answers her call with a loud playful growl, and soon she’s squealing as he chases her across the sandbank. He catches her, throws her over his shoulder and spins, laughing at her wild screams of delight as he tickles her sides. Your chest warms, and the smile tugging at your lips is automatic as Mena runs on unsteady legs back to you, curls bouncing in her pigtails as she escapes Frankie’s arms and bolts to you for safety.

“Mama!” She climbs into your arms and your face drops in shock, wide eyes blinking up at Frankie who’s stopped dead behind her. The grin that widens his face practically blinds you, his eyes immediately shining with a sheen of tears as he drops beside you and smothers you both with a hug, pressing loud kisses to wherever he could reach. Mena giggles, pulling away to look between the pair of you with sparkling dark eyes. Little arms wind around both you and Frankie as she cuddles you close, her little head falling tiredly against your chest.

You catch Frankie looking at you, and return his fond gaze, smiling shyly under his admiration. The three of you snuggle together as the sun disappears, throwing bright hues of pink and orange across the cloudy sky, and finally, the tight feeling in your chest lessens under the pressure of two pairs of loving arms. Finally—you feel like you can breathe.

Frankie pipes up soon after the sun sets, “Who’s hungry?”

Mena’s head pops up instantly, the sleepiness that was just weighing her body down seemingly vanishing at the mention of food. She wiggles off your lap, and runs back to the campsite leaving you and Frankie chuckling quietly to yourselves as you follow. He and Mena sit together while he builds a fire, and you hear him talk through the process, Mena watching with curious eyes as he stacks the wood and lights it.

You all stay huddled together as the chill of the night drops over the camp site, sharing quiet laughs and keeping Mena entertained until her eyes start to drop. You stay mostly quiet, happy to just witness the two loves of your life share in each other’s affections.

Soon you and Frankie are left alone once Mena succumbs to sleep, and he brings two cups out with his phone playing quiet music, wiggling the bottle of whiskey he had hidden in his bag mischievously after putting her down in the tent. He pours a generous amount into both before sinking onto the log beside you, watching the flames dance in the dark before nudging you softly.

“Talk to me, baby.”

Sighing, your finger traces the rim of the cup and you shrug helplessly. “I don’t know. I just... I haven’t been feeling like myself lately.”

He nods, “Has something happened?”

You purse your lips, thinking over the last few weeks. Nothing jumps out and you shrug again, frowning at the flames. “No. My head just... I don’t know. I’m happy with my life—I love you, more than anything, and Mena, too... my job is fine—everything’s fine, but... my head just...” you struggle to finish your sentence, frown deepening.

You’re not making any sense. You never make sense. How can you possibly turn the jumble of thoughts in your head into words and make him understand? You barely understood it all yourself. What did you have to be upset over? Your life was picture perfect. Perfect man, perfect daughter, perfect job, a home full of love... so many people had it worse. You shouldn’t feel the way you do.

You must’ve spoken aloud because the next minute Frankie is reaching for your hand, rubbing the skin soothingly.

“I get it.” He says quietly, shooting you a comforting smile when you blink up at him, tears filling your eyes. “Our minds can be cruel sometimes, but just because there are others out there who may have it worse doesn’t take away from how you feel. You matter, just as much as others.”

You don’t try to stop the tears that fall from your eyes, instead letting them fall down your cheeks in a heavy flow. He moves closer in response, moving the arm holding your hand around your shoulder and pulling you in close to his side. The warmth from his body seeps into yours and you take a shaky breath as the tears continue.

“Is there anything I can do? Do you want to talk to someone? I know of a few good doctors around.”

Shaking your head, you lean your head on his shoulder and sigh deeply. “No, I think I’m alright for now, but if it gets worse...”

His arm tightens in response, and he nods quietly.

“I’m here for you, honey.” He murmurs, turning to kiss your forehead gently. “You don’t have to hide from me.”

You smile through your tears, turning to gaze up at him gratefully. “Thank you, Frankie.”

Quiet conversation starts up once the flow of tears dies off, and soon he has you in fits of laughter, the whiskey loosening the last bits of tension from your frame as it warms your insides. When Frankie’s favourite song comes on, he’s up before you can even make a comment, holding a hand out to you with a wide grin once he throws back the last of his drink and tosses his cup aside without a care.

“What?” You ask, eyeing his open palm with a grin.

“Dance with me.”

How could you ever say no? You couldn’t. Not to him. Your grin turns shy as you take his hand, letting him pull you up and off the log and into his frame. He holds you close, arms winding securely around you as you sway softly. The stars catch your attention when you rest your head on his shoulder, and you feel a lump growing in the back of your throat when Frankie starts to softly sing in your ear. It’s not depressive thoughts that have you on the verge of tears this time. Instead, your heart is damn near bursting, the flood of love for this man so strong you have to stop yourself from squeezing him too tight.

Your eyes flick to watch a shooting star, but instead of making a wish, you tuck yourself impossibly closer to Frankie. You didn’t need a wish—you had everything you needed already.

Tags: @anu-simps @seasonschange-butpeopledont @withasideofmeg @you-got-me-starry-eyed

#frankie morales x reader #francisco morales x reader #frankie morales x f!reader #francisco morales x f!reader #frankie morales x you #francisco morales x you #frankie morales #francisco morales #triple frontier #triple frontier fic #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal

429 notes · View notes

acapelladitty · 3 years

Text

Mouth: Part Ten (nsfw)

Pairing: Heisenberg/Female Reader

Warnings: punishment, spanking, rough sex, dirty talk, cockwarming, come marking.

A bored mind makes stupid decisions and your decision to wind up the Lord of the factory as he worked on a fresh project within his main invention room fell into that category. Idle hands were most definitely the devil’s plaything and your devil of choice was pointedly ignoring you.

“Can I help with anything?” You ask, standing behind the metal chair which he preferred to work from as you whisper the question into his ear, ensuring that you are as close as possible without physically touching him. He’d been locked in this room for hours and it was about time for some distraction.

“No.”

“Would you like me to hold something for you?”

“No,” he repeated, twisting his head away from your lips as he focused on his task, “now fuck off, please.”

Unwilling to budge, you ignore his pointed tone.

“How about I make us something to eat?” You purr, moving forward so that you are kneeling to his side, keeping out of the direct path of his gaze, which was focused on the metal floating above his workbench, “A late night snack. Something,” you pause, “delicious.”

“Not right now.”

His voice was firm as his attention refused to leave the pieces of metal before his eyes as they bent into unnatural shapes at his whim. The metal looked red-hot in some areas as it was folded into various positions, slotting together before coming apart in rapid succession.

“Come on, my Lord,” the words are little more than a whine as you stand again and run a hand along the firm muscle of his thigh, “your subject requires your attention for a little while. It’s been so long since you’ve serviced her.”

As your finger moves to brush lightly against his crotch, a high-pitched squeal from the intricately woven floating cogs were the only indication that something had went wrong, even as a loud “Ah, fuck!” escaped his throat.

At his exclamation, the metal gears before him seemed to contract for a moment before exploding in place and, as you ducked away from the grating noise and bright light, a sharp pain registered against your hip as you recognised his open palm shoving at your body to remove you from the danger zone.

His impressive strength matched with his momentary panic proved too much for your body and you found yourself being thrown to the floor, your ass colliding against the hard stone making you release a loud grunt of pain as he stood up from his work seat.

Surveying the residual mess of his work, his lips pulled back to bare his teeth as he stomped his foot in open frustration. His coat flared behind him with the movement and you watch the fabric settle as his hands slam into his hips.

“A whole day of work, up in fucking smoke!”

Oops.

“All because of you and your goddamn hole!”

Ah, shit.

There was a genuine anger in his expression as he turned and approached your fallen body, the harshness of his gaze causing your heart to stutter for a moment as you froze like a rabbit caught in headlights. The smart thing would be to give him some space and scarper away but as his presence loomed over you, you knew that escaping was out of the question.

“Would it help if I said sorr-”

Your words were cut off in a sharp gasp as he moved quickly to scoop you up from the floor and hold you to his side with one arm as he moved back towards his work seat.

Dropping into his makeshift throne, he pins you to the floor between his thighs and your knees crash off the hard flooring uncomfortably as you gaze up at him. His eyes are covered by his glasses but you can sense the anger behind them and you attempt to look as apologetic as possible, hoping to avoid his wrath.

“I said I was sor-”

“No, shut the fuck up.” He cut you off once again, his hand coming to cover your mouth to prevent any further speech, “You’ve done it now, kitten. A whole day of wasted time and resources all because you wanted to play.” His tone was curt, irritation barely restrained, and it causes a fresh spark of anxiety within you, “Well, you have my attention now and I hope you’re happy with what you’ve earned.”

His fingers are warm against your mouth, and you slip your tongue out as much as possible to flick at them playfully. The damage was done but you knew how to appease him, and you shuffle your head forward and tilt your head towards his groin in a show of penance. He was not a man to deny himself a free blowjob and you were certain that would take the heat out of him for the moment.

“Nice try,” he growled, pulling at your hair to force your head back away from his crotch, “but that’s not going to work, buttercup. You have ruined my plans and no amount of head is going to get you out of this punishment.”

“Let’s see,” he hummed, one hand wrapped around your hair while the other traced soft lines across your exposed throat, “I’ve been in here since 6pm and it’s now midnight. That’s six hours. I will also need to source three new gears for this manipulation so let’s make that the multiplier.” His expression is thoughtful as he considers the math, “Brings us to eighteen so let’s round it to a solid twenty. Twenty strikes as a fair punishment”

Unable to speak, you allow your eyes to widen in recognition at his words.

“Think you can handle twenty strikes? Shall we find out?”

It has been a while since he’d reddened your skin in such a way and there were alternative punishments which you enjoyed much less so you nod your consent, the small movement making the burn in your scalp worse.

“Would the little slut like the switch or the palm?” He asked, releasing your mouth to allow you to answer. The switch, a thin metal bar he could fashion at a moment’s notice was much more painful than his hand and the fact that he was even giving you the option was a good sign, “Or should I choose for her?” He continued.

“The palm, my Lord.” You answer, eyes downcast in a show of penance as you throw in his title to sweeten the deal and play your role, “Your hand should be my punishment.”

“Good choice.” He grunted and you inhale in surprise as his hands grip your upper arms in a tight grasp so that he can lift you from your knees and place you over his knees.

Your stomach lay against his firm thighs as your feet plant themselves on the ground, giving yourself some purchase as he runs his hands up your bare legs. A shudder trails down your spine at the softness of his touch, knowing what it was a prelude to, and you press your thighs together as his commanding voice booms out from above you.

“Place your hands on the legs of the chair and if you let go I’ll double your punishment.”

You follow his command, wrapping your palms around the thick metal of the chair legs and you can feel the blood rushing to your ears as your head remains upside down. Your breasts hung free just past the edge of his thighs but they remain covered by the shirt which still clung to your upper half as you settled yourself as comfortably as you could against him.

The warm air of the room hit your exposed lower half as your skirt was pulled up over your ass. His hand felt huge against your skin as he immediately palmed your ass roughly through your panties, calloused fingers running along the globe of your ass to admire it before the real fun began. A soft whoosh of movement caught your attention and you tilt you head in time to see his hand grasp around the hilt of his knife and a thrill of nervous anticipation rockets through you.

Before you can question its use, you feel the dull edge of the blade against your hip as the sharp edge sliced through the thin fabric of your panties before moving to the other side to repeat the process. With a flourish, he drops the knife to the floor and rips your underwear from you, the aggressive pull leaving a warmth in its wake as it dragged across your trapped skin.

Now fully exposed, you can do little but keep your hands clasped around the legs of his metal throne as you await his next move.

“Count for me.” He demands, his voice rough with undeniable lust as he adjusts his knees to bear your weight comfortably, “And if you fuck up the count then I start over. Understand?”

“Yes, my lord.”

The slight whisper of air as his hand draws through the air is the only indication you have that he’s started as he targets the exposed curve of your ass.

SMACK.

A grunt escapes you at the impact; it was painful but not unbearable as he was obviously trying to gauge holding back his impressive strength since a full-power hit would probably do some irreparable damage. Regardless, you hold your position steadily as your fingers remain clasped around the metal chair.

“One.”

SMACK.

Stronger than the first, the blow takes the breath from you as you jerk in place. Positioned in the same spot as the first, you can already feel the growing heat from your ass as the second smack only adds a fresh sting to the underlying discomfort.

“Two.”

“Good girl.” He grunts, pausing in his blows to run the tips of his fingers along your slit and you’re ashamed at the slickness there after only two smacks but your soft sigh turns into a quick inhalation as he swats at your cunt roughly, encouraging you to spread your thighs, “Are you ready to scream for me, sweetheart?”

He doesn’t give you time to respond before his hand once again connects harshly with your ass, the heat there barely dulling before it was inflamed again and, even as the blow pulls a pained gasp from your lips, you push your ass out to meet him, encouraging him.

“Three.”

Building into a steady rhythm, he continues to decorate your ass with patches of red as his hand abuses the flesh there. Groans and sharp squeals are all you can manage between counted numbers as the pain grew more apparent with every hit; the flesh growing more irritated as it continued to be assaulted without pause.

Continuing your count as each new smack sent fresh waves of heat across your ass, you let out a high squeal of surprise as he angles his hand downwards for one hit, the tips of his fingers catching the edge of your cunt as you stiffen in place.

“Thirteen!”

The pain in your flesh, the sting and heat which only grew with every hit, was intense but with it came an undeniable pleasure which coated your thighs with your own juices and made your core ache for stimulation. Every harsh-sounding slap was intercut with your own sharp yelps and needy whines as he alternated random strikes by pausing to grope roughly at your stinging flesh, kneading it between savage fingers to test the sensitivity.

You can feel his hardness pressing against your side as you remain in your prone position. Soft grunts escaped his own throat with every blow and were occasionally punctuated by soft mutterings which were too low to be picked up.

One particularly harsh blow catches you across the globes of your ass and fresh tears spring into your eyes as you give a pained yelp. The pain overshadowed the pleasure as the unyielding sting of your flesh and infernal heat seemed to spread across your body, making your limbs tight and your fingers claw against the metal of the chair leg.

“Nineteen.”

“One more, kitten.” He informed you, his hand coming to rest atop the back of your head as he pulled your head back, surveying the pained look in your expression.

SMACK.

Squeezing your eyes closed as his hand once again struck the searing skin of your ass, which you could guess was a stunning shade of red given the heat you could feel, you cry out the final number.

“Twenty!”

Having served your punishment, his hands are quick to wrap around your waist and pluck you from his lap as he deposited you in your earlier position between his thighs. Your heels dug in painfully to the heated flesh of your ass and you whine at the rough contact as he takes your face within his hands; the heat from his left hand, the hand used to punish you, clear against your cheek.

“Well done,” he drawled, and you can see that most of his anger has dissipated, replaced with a strange mixture of pride and obvious lust, “but we’re not over just yet.”

His hands are quick to unzip his fly as he pulls free his cock, the length looking painfully hard as it juts free of his opened slacks, and he pauses to give it a leisurely stroke.

Releasing himself, he secures his hands around your upper arms and pulls you up into his lap so that the length of his cock is resting against the cleft of your core as he wraps an arm around your waist. The pressure of his groin against your abused ass is uncomfortable but bearable as you lean forward slightly to take the pressure off.

“I’m going to fuck you, kitten,” his voice is rough and low, “and I’m going to do it right here in my work chair. This is the second part of your punishment.”

Not quite seeing the negative here, you nod demurely just to play into his game.

“Of course, my Lord.”

His hand slips into the space between you as he cups your mound.

“Tell me what hole you want me to use,” he growls in your ear as two of his fingers glide across your slit before sinking knuckle-deep within you, “and I’m not going easy so make sure you choose wisely and tell me why. You need to earn your forgiveness and I want to make sure you feel it.”

“My cunt,” you gasp out your choice, pressing down on his fingers as they probe you roughly, your body delighted at finally receiving some stimulation, “your thick cock forces me to stretch around it and it hurts.”

Only partially true but you know it’s what he wants to hear.

He removes his fingers and uses his hand to brush his cock against your slit, wetting his tip with your juices as he prepares to enter you and a shiver runs down your spine with anticipation.

You don’t have long to wait as he impales himself within you with an animalistic grunt; the unexpected fullness and force of his insertion as he buries himself fully drawing a low scream of pained pleasure from your lips.

Making no effort to move just yet, his free hand comes to clutch at the fabric of your shirt, tearing the buttons there with one swift movement and exposing your chest to his leering gaze as he pushes the torn fabric to the side.

Capturing your nipple between his teeth, the worries the sensitive nub there for a moment and the sensation is so intense that your fingers snake through his grey hair and pull at it almost desperately. A move which earns you a low growl as he repeats the move with your other nipple, clearing enjoying the sensation of being sheathed within you as he torments your chest.

He begins to move within you, using his strength to pull you free of him until only the tip of his cock remains inside before plunging within you once again. It’s pleasure and pain rolled into one as the stretch mixes with the wonderful sensations of his cock brushing your most sensitive spots and you whine out your anguish.

Writhing against him, the pressure of his thrusts is almost too much as it feels like he is trying to split you in half with his cock. Every nerve within you is firing off and your legs hang limply to the sides of the chair, toes curling with every powerful stroke, as you allow yourself to be used. His hands on your hips prevent you from moving too much but you push back against him as much as possible, movements frantic as the burn in your ass only adds to the growing pleasure alighting across your body.

Rough growls are the only noises coming from him and they mingle with the whines and moans which you can’t prevent from escaping your own throat. Particularly when he resumes his assault on your chest, his stubble rubbing against your breasts as he nips savagely at the sensitive flesh there with sharp teeth, his cock never slowing in its brutal pace.

Your orgasm almost catches you off-guard as one of his fingers come to rest against your clit, rubbing the bundle of nerves there with an almost cruel pressure. Combined with the delightful stretch of your core plus the torment of your chest, it was too much and your vision seemed to white out for a moment as the band of arousal snapped; your hips snapping against his groin as your fingers clawed desperately at the leather of his coat which covered his back.

“I love it when you buck against me, kitten.” He snarled against your neck as he continued to thrust within you, chasing his own pleasure with little regard for how overstimulated it left you, “So wet and warm, and so fucking tight just for me.”

A garbled sequence of agreements is all you can manage as your body spasmed against his, his cock continuing to draw out your pleasure far beyond what it had to as the waves of ecstasy seemed unending. But even through your euphoria, you can feel the tell-tale jerking of his cock as it seemed to twitch within your walls and you knew he was close.

Just at the point of no return, he pulled his cock free of your core and the sudden emptiness drew a mournful wail from your lips as he instead drew his hand across his cock frantically. It took less than a moment before his orgasm hit, his release arcing high between you as it splattered across your exposed stomach and chest; one drop catching you just above your right nipple as he released a low, guttural groan at the sight.

Your legs were still twitching from the aftershocks and the burn in your ass seemed more intense than before, obviously disturbed by your writhing against his groin, as you fought to catch your breath.

A gasp stole your breath as you felt his fingers against your core once again but before you could question him, you felt him slip within you once again, his cock still hard but having wilted slightly due to his release.

At your questioning glance, he spoke.

“You’re going to wear those trophies until I say otherwise,” he growled as he indicated the mess of his release, spattered across your chest, “and if you touch them I’ll bind your hands to this chair until I am finished.”

“Finished?” You ask, not quite understanding his intent. His cock was welcome within you and you couldn’t help but clench around it as you once again enjoyed the fullness.

“I need to work,” his grunt was low and, with a flick of his hand, a handful of scrap rose from behind his chair and moved towards his workbench, “and since you can’t be trusted to not interrupt then you can stay here. Exactly where I can see and feel you.”

Thinking of your earlier boredom, you can see the appeal in his command and you nod your consent.

“Think of it as serving your Lord by keeping his cock nice and warm while he works.”

Leaning forward, you lay your head against the wide expanse of his shoulder as you settle against his body. Your body feels wonderfully used and abused and this position allows you to take the pressure off you ass while also providing a very comfortable resting place. His cock within you doesn’t move and you don’t imagine it’ll be too long before he gives in to the temptation of another round.

“Sounds good to me.”

He chuckles at the enthusiasm and settles into his task.

His attention is focused beyond you, on the metal which he manipulates with unmatched skill, but with every slight jostle of your bodies you can feel the fullness of his cock as it remains sheathed within you. His punishment had been fair and you knew that the sight of your reddened flesh would inspire him to lust for days until it healed up.

He loved leaving his little marks on you, be it with his hands, teeth, or even his cum. It was a sign of ownership that you allowed; just as he allowed you to claw your ownership into his back or bite it into the flesh of his chest and thighs. It was important that you gave as good as you got as neither of you could stand weakness.

Your thoughts were broken as a soft humming emitted from his chest, some unknown tune which you couldn’t place, and you sighed against him, settling in to the rare moment of pure intimacy.

Full fic available on AO3 @ DittyWrites

#karl heisenberg x reader #karl heisenberg #lord heisenberg #karl heisenberg/reader #heisenberg x reader #capcom #re village #resident evil

81 notes · View notes

tomtenadia · 3 years

Text

A Little Braver - Chapter 14

It’s Monday and it’s new chapter time.

First of all... the gif above is one of the most hilarious scenes in Top Gun, so when i started writing this chapter I knew I had to re-enact it. The manoeuvre is called buzz the tower.

This chapter is a moment of respite from what’s going to happen next. it’s a bit angsty at the beginning, but then it gets lighter.

CW: hurt/comfort, PTSD, panic attacks, and also a bit NSFW,

Enjoy

----------

She was in a room, of that she was sure. The heat was becoming unbearable by the second and the smoke enveloped her in a tight grip. Her eyes burned and she felt lost. Everywhere she looked there was smoke. Slowly she walked to a door and once she opened she saw fire. She walked in. She had to find him. She moved a step and her skin felt on fire. She walked and walked.

“Help,” she heard a male voice. She moved towards it. But when she found the person she noticed it was too late. She could still recognise his features: Sam. He was dead and she was too late. She started running as the tongues of fire chased her and the sense of being lost got worse. She ran and collided with something metallic. It was a plane. Its wings were broken, the canopy smashed. She noticed a figure in it. She walked to the aircraft and her heart stopped when she noticed the silver hair: Row— an explosion filled her ears.

Aelin woke with a scream, she threw the duvet aside and launched herself off the bed, crashing on the floor and then ran for the bathroom to empty the contents of her stomach in the toilet. Over and over again. Tears pricked her eyes and she noticed her hands shake visibly. Exhausted, Aelin plopped on the floor and let the tears fall. It was just a bad dream. Just a bad dream. But she could still smell Sam’s charred skin and the odour of kerosene. Her sobs intensified and when she started hyperventilating she realised a panic attack was building up.

“Rowan…” she called but remembered too late that he had gone out with Aedion. She tried to bring her breathing under control but failed and the sense of terror grew stronger. Slowly, trembling she dragged herself back to the bedroom and once she reached the nightstand, with trembling hands, grabbed her phone and called Rowan.

His answer was immediate “hey you, miss me already?”

Aelin could not reply straight away, she tried to calm her breathing “I…” she started sobbing again “I am scared.” Was all she managed before her sobs took over completely.

“Aelin, where are you?” Rowan’s voice was panicked “Are you at home?”

He and Aedion had driven her home before going for their night out.

“Yes…” he voice barely audible.

“I am on my way.” And he closed the conversation.

Aelin dropped the phone and collapsed exhausted on the floor.

Rowan had cut his night short and drove back home like a madman. He should have never left her alone. He knew she was suffering from nightmare and panic attacks. But the idea of going out with Aedion had been very tempting. They had a great night and they had a fascinating chat that helped him a lot. His heart raced and growled at every single set of traffic lights. He had to be back home quickly. Aedion had mentioned to keep an eye on Aelin for PTSD. He hadn’t told the man that Aelin was already showing two symptoms. The nightmares and the fact that at night she struggled to sleep. He was getting really worried and his finger tapped nervously on the steering wheel.

He finally made it home and ran in the house, sprinted to the bedroom and found Aelin on the floor. Her mobile had slipped from her hands. He hoisted her in his arms and took her to the bed noticing her clammy skin. Gently he deposited her on the bed and went to the bathroom to grab a cloth. With it he brushed her face and cleaned it. She had been sick. He stood again and went to grab a fresh pair of pyjama and changed her making sure not to cause any more injury to her arm. Gently he tucked her under the blanket. She was sleeping and he did not want to wake her. He kissed her head and then he went to get himself ready for bed. Once he joined her under the blankets he pulled her to his chest and enveloped her body with his. His strong arms looped around her frame and his leg draped over hers in a protective embrace.

It was early morning when he woke, kissed Aelin’s head and brushed her blonde hair away from her face. She had managed to sleep throughout the night and he relaxed. She must have been exhausted after whatever happened. He imagined she had another nightmare and a panic attack. She was his brave and fierce Fireheart and it destroyed him to see her like that.

Rowan felt her move and slowly shift to awareness, her body turned and blue, beautiful eyes met his.

“Morning.” He smiled at her and kissed her briefly.

“You are here.” Her hand brushed his face.

“Of course I am here.”

“You…” but she stopped and shook her head “it’s nothing.” And she turned.

“What is it, Aelin?”

“Nothing.” She repeated and curled in a foetal position turning her back to him “you will leave me eventually. Everyone does.” He heard her cry.

He rolled her over and made sure she faced him “I am not going anywhere.”

“You will leave me, just like Sam did…” she whispered against his chest “and I will be alone again.”

His heart ached painfully. He wanted to make her a promise that he would always come back but his job was just as dangerous as hers and he could not utter that promise and lie to her.

“Do you want me to give up my job?”

She looked up at him “no.” she kissed him “no, I could never ask you that. No matter how much it scares me.” She leaned a bit more into him “Just come back to me.”

“It will be my pleasure.”

They remained in bed holding each other for a while. Aelin had told him about her nightmare and telling him felt good.

Rowan looked at his phone and groaned “damn I need to go to work.”

Her face turned sad and he kissed her pout away, then he had an idea “Come with me.”

“Uh?”

“You are still a consultant. I know that Lorcan has continued our project with Aedion. But you can come and see for yourself what we have done.” Then he gave her a big smile “you can see me fly as well. The guys and I will be probably running some drills as well as we have a performance review coming.”

The smile that she gave him almost made his heart melt. With renewed energy she jumped off the bed, ran to his side and began pulling him out of bed “come on, shower and we are going.”

“Fine, fine,” he complained and dragged himself out of bed, then he grabbed her and carried her to the bathroom sack of potato style. Aelin trashed in his arms, he pinched her buttocks in reply and she squealed. He deposited her in the bathroom and once free he started to undress and Aelin stared at him while leaning against the sink with a wanton smile on her face.

She peeled off her clothes and walked to him. Her hands brushed his chest, following the lines of his tattoo and then her tongue traced the same path. He folded his arms around her and pushed her in the shower and opened the jets. Another step and she was pinned to the wall. Aelin looked up at him “I do love a good wall in the morning.”

In a second his mouth was on hers, a hard demanding kiss. Her mouth opened to him and his tongue brushed against hers “well, let’s try and not disappoint you.” He pulled her legs around him and with one thrust he was in her.

The shower took longer than expected but it had put Aelin in a better mood and that’s all he cared about. He was getting ready in his uniform and smiled when Aelin hugged him from behind “What?” He asked softly while tying his tie.

“Thank you for being at my side last night.”

Rowan stiffened “I should have been with you all night, but I didn’t.”

Aelin placed a kiss on his back “but you came back straight away and it helped. In your arms I slept peacefully. You made me feel safe.”

“Well,” he turned and faced her “I need to make sure we do that every night.”

Aelin nodded and went to her side of the closet to grab her clothes “did you have a nice time with Aedion?”

“I did. And he helped. He went through this a few times and well, it felt good to talk with someone who could fully understand.” Then he stopped and looked at her “I don’t mean that you can’t. You have been supportive and amazing.”

Aelin stepped up to him “I know, but Aedion has been in the military. I haven’t. He can help you talk about things I might not understand. That’s why I asked him to take you out.”

“Thank you.” He said leaning over for a kiss “Are you ready?”

Aelin twirled in front of him, she just had jeans and a hoodie and he still thought she was the most stunning creature he had ever seen “I am, captain. All ready to see my top gun in action.”

My. Rowan felt a tug of deep joy at hearing her using that possessive for him. Since she forced the topic after the opera he realised that he had been fooling himself when he tried to convince himself he had no deep feelings for her. He wanted her. To be with her. To commit to her. And he was going to show her just how much.

He took her hand and together they walked out of the house.

They arrived at the base not long after “do you have your badge?” He told her as they reached the first check point.

Aelin fished it out of her bag and showed it to him.

“Captain,” the man in the booth said acknowledging Rowan “captain.” He added towards Aelin.

They drove through the second check point without being stopped and then Rowan parked in the staff car park. Aelin put her lanyard with her badge around her neck and followed Rowan inside, taking his hand.

They walked into his office and Aelin took in the room. She had been inside the first time she had visited him but not bothered to notice anything around. The place looked immaculate and super organised. A big filing cabinet at his back and a bookshelf full with books. Aelin went to have a look and discovered they were all books about flying. Then at the top of the shelf she noticed metal planes all lined up.

“This one,” he said, pointing to a plane with propellers “it’s called a spitfire. It’s quite an epic one.”

“Did you fly it?”

Rowan laughed “No, it’s an old plane. I wasn’t even born when it was used but it’s just gorgeous.”

“It looks cool,” said Aelin looking at the other models.

“These are some of the other planes I have flown.” He pointed to the remainder ones.

“And this?” She took in her hand the model of an aircraft carrier.

“That is the first aircraft carrier I have served on. I met some great people there.” And lost a lot as well, but he did not say that out loud. “It was my first mission and like a proper newbie I was all excited and eager to prove myself.”

Aelin smiled and then her eyes noticed a picture on the wall behind his desk “is that you?”

Rowan nodded and walked closer to her “the day I graduated from the academy. I was nineteen.”

She took his hand feeling the anguish in his voice “you look quite dashing.”

“I felt smug as fuck and invincible. I had finished the academy at the top. I came out number one.”

“Such a nerd.” She gave him a smile.

He turned her and grabbed her shoulders “don’t tell me that you were not a competitive brat at the academy.”

“I was the only woman at the time. I had to fight twice as much. I showed them all and I finished at the top as well and I made captain well before some of the morons who thought that they were better than me because they allegedly, had the correct reproductive apparatus.”

Rowan snorted and Aelin glared at him “don’t tell me you are one of those because I am going to dump your arse so hard you have no idea.”

He kissed her “No. I have been fighting with Lorcan for a while to get women to serve in the airforce if they want to. The navy has them, the army does as well. We are the only corp that doesn’t and I have been losing this battle for a while. Lorcan is one of those and since he doesn’t believe in the fact that women should be allowed in the airforce he never brings the fight to the higher levels.”

She kissed him and she felt like her heart could explode with love for him.

“He really is an arsehole.”

“I am not his biggest fan either recently.”

“Can’t you take the fight higher up? Go over his head?”

Rowan sighed “we are run by a bunch of old fashioned mummies who are even more retrograde than Lorcan.”

Aelin was about to reply when someone knocked at the door. At Rowan’s invitation she saw the man called Gavriel enter the room “We are all ready to go. We got clearance from the tower and the guys are getting changed now.” Then he noticed Aelin and gave her a big smile “hello, captain.”

“Hello, Commander,” she greeted him remembering his rank. She had liked the man from the start.

Rowan kissed her “I’ll be back in ten minutes. I need to get changed. I’ll come and get you.”

Aelin nodded and he left with Gavriel.

“So, you finally decided to do the right thing,” said the other man to Rowan.

“Uh?”

“Stop grieving and being scared and finally try to be happy.”

Rowan gave him a tight smile “she is worth it.”

Aelin waited in his office and when she got bored she grabbed one of his books about flight and started reading. She had been doing some research on her own to understand his job a bit more. She grabbed one that seemed to start from the basics and began reading how a plane did manage to stay in the air. She was so engrossed in the book that she missed him coming back. When she lifted her eyes she saw him standing in front of her in his flight suit. Gods, he was… she had so many naughty thoughts crossing her mind.

“What are you reading?” He asked her, noticing the book abandoned on the desk.

“Oh…” she cleared her voice “just discovering how a plane can stay up.”

Rowan laughed “four forces: thrust, lift, drag and push or gravity” he told her with a smug smile and then he offered her his hand “come on.”

She followed him and they walked to the hangar and every so often she checked him out. In the jump suit he was even hotter than usual.

They entered the hangar and Aelin noticed a lot of people swarming around the five jets “the engineers are getting the planes ready,” he explained her as they got closer to his.

They stopped and Rowan got to open the canopy and finished to dress by adding what he had told her was a G suit used to help with the pressure with manoeuvres where they had to pull a lots of Gs. She stared at him doing all the checks to his suit and then gave a man at her side the thumb up.

“This is Greg,” said Rowan nodding at the man at their side “he is my engineer. Once we are ready to go he will take you to the observation tower.”

Aelin smiled. She was really going to see him fly.

“Give me a have fun kiss,” he said leaning into her.

Aelin brushed his hair and kissed him deeply, then she broke the kiss and her forehead was against his “Be safe.”

He kissed her nose “I love you,” he said very softly.

He left her and climbed into his jet. She studied him finishing to don his helmet, do some checks and then he waved at her. He gave Greg a thumbs up and Aelin saw some other people take the jet away. No taxi, she corrected herself using the right term.

“Miss, you can come with me. They are taxing out and it’s going to get loud in here.”

Aelin nodded and followed the man, casting a glance ever so often to where Rowan had disappeared.

They climbed up the tower and Aelin gasped at the view. She could see the jets lined up on the runaway.

“They are waiting for final clearance from the tower. They will go that way for a bit, but eventually will come back here.” He passed her a pair of binoculars “these are handy.”

Aelin thanked him.

“Don’t leave until someone comes back to collect you. Probably captain Whitethorn will come himself. You are safe up here.” He explained her and Aelin nodded.

The man disappeared and she leaned against the wall. She stared at the jets and then realised she had no idea how to tell them apart.

One at a time all the jets took off, they disappeared at the horizon and eventually came back a flew by the tower. One of them rolled its wings up and down and she had a feeling that was Rowan.

She giggled and grabbed the binoculars.

A moment later she felt a presence at her side. Lorcan had joined her with a thermos of coffee in his hands “Enjoying the view?” He asked in a bored tone.“The fun should start soon. Whitethorn is probably explaining the parameters of the exercise and creating the two teams, that’s why they are still in formation. As soon as the game starts you will see them veer up and break into two groups.”

“How can you tell them apart?”

“Habit.”

Aelin rolled her eyes.

“Whitethorn is that one,” he pointed at the jet at the head of the formation.

“That’s it.” Said Lorcan and Aelin saw the team break apart like he had told her.

Lorcan brought out a radio and he changed to a channel that allowed him to listen to radio chatter of his pilots.

“Do you do this often? Coming up here and watch them, I mean.”

“Every time they are out. I am not as much as a monster as the captain depicts me.” He sighed and looked at his pilots “I care about them. They are my team.” then he chuckled and pointed at the jets in the air “Fenrys is already trying to get a lock on Whitethorn. Can you see how he is flying?”

Aelin followed the scene with interest and the radio went silent as the man probably concentrated on their job.

“Moonbeam is sneaky but there is a reason why Whitethorn is the best.”

“I got your arse, Iceman.” She heard Fenrys over the radio. Then something amazing happened. She saw the jet in front of the young lieutenant pull up in a vertical and breaking and letting the other jet pass him the he pulled down and Rowan ended up behind him and over the radio she heard a noise.

“Another time, wolf.” She heard Rowan laugh and the sound warmed her heart “you can sit this one out, pup.”

“That was awesome.” Said Aelin in awe.

“Whitethorn is not an easy one to get. I think in many years of drills only Gavriel managed the feat a few times. And we all believe it was because well, he was not himself.”

Aelin had an inkling she knew when that was.

“I think he needs this today. Losing that student has sent him back to a dark place.”

“How so?” Asked Aelin curious.

“Not my story to tell.”

They went back watching the exercise “that is a high G barrel roll, isn’t it?” She remembered it from thew video.

“Well done, captain.”

“Rowan has told me about some manoeuvres.”

“You see why he did that?” Lorcan pointed at the jets.

Aelin nodded, “the plane behind him is too close for comfort so that is an option to shake him off.”

Lorcan nodded “That is Gavriel. He probably painted him once already and had Rowan’s tail and a firing solution as well so Rowan pulled that manoeuvre to get rid of him and succeeded.”

“That’s Connall being his wingman. And Vaughan is with Gavriel.”

Then she gasped. Rowan had just flew in between Vaughan and Gavriel in a vertical line then she saw him bank and get back in formation.

“That’s Connall gone as well. It’s just Whitethorn against Vaughan and Gavriel.”

Gavriel was fast and sneaky. Even someone like her could see that.

Rowan was on his own but Lorcan did not seem worried. His planes flew mere metres from a second one, their bellies almost touching. He rolled away and then pulled into a dive chasing the plane that was trying to escape. He stood at the other person’s tail playing chase until she heard over the radio curses coming from Vaughan and she knew the man was out as well.

“Now things get interesting.” Commented Lorcan who seemed cheerier all of a sudden.

“Rowan told me you are against the idea of having females in the airforce.”

His face turned hard again “I was just starting to like you, captain.”

“What is your problem with our gender?”

“You cannot do that.” He pointed at the fight scene in front of them.

“That is exactly what I heard all throughout the academy. I was the only woman at the time. I was told I did not have what it took. That as a woman my body could not sustain the heavy training regime, that I had no chance of becoming just as good a firefighter as a man. They thought that me being born with a vagina prevented me from being a firefighter.” She explained, not removing her gaze from the two remaining planes “I proved them all wrong, sir. I finished the academy at the top of my class. I set the record in one of the exercises and no one has broken it just yet. I made captain before many of those pricks and I am still to this day the only woman who did so.”

“This is a dangerous job.”

Aelin scoffed and showed him her bandaged arm “I almost died after running into a building on fire. And I do that on a daily basis. Don’t talk to me about a dangerous job.”

Lorcan breathed out “you made your point.”

“Elide has her own ideas as well on the matter. She might be tiny but she is one scary woman.”

His face all of a sudden lost its hard edges. Oh look, the man had feelings.

“She is quite an amazing woman.” He confessed.

“You’d better remember that.”

“She told me about… her past.”

Aelin knew. Elide had told them.

“It doesn’t bother me. I mean, it bothers me what the fucker did to her but not that she… has no experience.”

“Good, because Elide is very nervous about all that stuff.”

“When she is ready.”

Aelin nodded and went back to the fight. It looked like Rowan was trying to get on Gavriel’s tail. The older man pulled into a vertical but Rowan never left him. Aelin stared at the climb and wondered how many Gs they were pulling. The jet flew with the canopies facing each others. Aelin then noticed Rowan’s plane break formation. Pull, again the strange breaking manoeuvre and make a precise loop that landed right on Gavriel’s tail.

A moment later she heard the long beeping sound and soon after a barrage of curses from Gavriel.

“That was damn sneaky.”

Aelin laughed and waved at him, not sure he could see her “That was awesome.”

“Oh, they are not done yet. Rowan’s drills are quite intense. We are in for much more fun. Now they all want revenge.” Added Lorcan leaning again against the wall and taking a sip of coffee from his thermos.

“He really is good.”

Lorcan nodded “he was the best since flight school. And his cool temper helps him to be great in a situation of great stress. That’s why we have been fighting recently. He has been rash and impulsive. That is not him.”

Aelin did not make any comments on that.

“Rowan and I have known each other for a very long time, since we were both still in Doranelle.” He told her “he is very respectful of rank and etiquette but with me and in private he had always spoken his mind and a few times he had pegged me down a few notches. We both have clashing tempers and it tends to end badly at times.” He sighed “I had no intention of suspending him but I had to. And I have a feeling he looked for a fight on purpose to get suspended. To be with you.”

Aelin gasped. She was not expecting such revelation. She had assumed Lorcan had followed the rules.

“I hope you realise he put his career in jeopardy for you. A captain pulling a stunt like that and breaking aerospace lockdown was bad. And leaving his post at the airbase in Doranelle was just as bad.”

“I am grateful that he did, though. I might be selfish but he helped me greatly and he is still doing it.”

“Don’t fuck up his life, captain. One woman did it already and I think it’s enough.”

Lorcan’s words toward Lyria sounded quite harsh.

The exercise eventually came to an end but Lorcan stood there with her.

She heard Rowan ordering the team to go back to base.

“Tower, this is Iceman, requesting permission for a flyby.”

“Request denied, Iceman.”

“Get your arse back to base, Whitethorn,” shouted Lorcan over the comms.

Aelin stared at Rowan’s jet, the only one still in the air and looked at the very strange trajectory.

Then it was a matter of a second and a deafening noise startled her and a second later she heard a curse. Lorcan had spilled his hot coffee on his uniform and was now threatening the worst punishments for Rowan. She wanted to laugh but she restrained herself.

“Let’s go back down, captain. Your boyfriend is in for a treat.”

They got back inside and by the time they were back in the hangar the five jets were parked as well and Rowan was complimenting his team for a nice training session.

“Whitethorn.” Shouted Lorcan marching up to him “The tower clearly denied you the flyby. What is your problem?”

His green eyes landed on her and she saw a flash of amusement in them.

“I should ask you the same thing, sir. Your uniform needs a change.” With his head he pointed at the stained clothing.

“Your arse in my office. Now.”

Rowan stood to attention and followed Lorcan. He looked at Aelin and winked at her.

“Did you enjoy that, captain?” It was Gavriel’s voice at her side.

“Immensely. It was super fun to watch.” She sighed “I know that when you guys do it for real is not fun, but this drill was awesome.”

She turned to where Rowan and Lorcan had disappeared and got worried “Will he be okay?”

It was Connall who answered “they will yell at each other for a while. Lorcan will call the captain reckless. Explain to him what regulations say with regard to the dear practice of buzzing the tower.”

“What’s buzzing the tower?” She interrupted not recognising the expression.

“The manoeuvre the captain did. It’s a very low pass made to startle or frighten someone. The noise of the jets, as you have experienced is quite high. The captain knew the commodore was with you and very likely had coffee.”

“It was a stupid thing to do.” Added Gavriel not happy “he knows that manoeuvre is dangerous.”

“Let the man have some fun. With all the shit that is going on he has been in a foul mood.”

Gavriel growled at Fenrys “first of all, our job is not to have fun. If that’s what you want, well I have got news for you, boyo. You are in the wrong job.” Gavriel moved closer to the young lieutenant “the captain has lost a student. Have some fucking respect for someone who is grieving.”

Gavriel shouted some orders to the ground crew and moved away “it was a pleasure to see you again, captain.”

She waved back at the man. She liked him. The three young men followed as well.

Not knowing what to do she found her way back to his office, thinking it to be the best and safest option. He came back to her half an hour later and he did not seem too mad.

“Are you two still alive?” She asked him as he walked into the office and lay down on the sofa.“Yeah, he is still alive. I told him to fuck off only once.”

She stood from his chair and walked to him “buzzing the tower was not a great idea.”

He looked at her with curiosity.

She tilted her head “they guys explained the manoeuvre to me.

He stood, closed the distance and his arms went around her waist “I was saying hi to you…” he kissed her “and when I saw Lorcan I knew he’d have coffee with him. He always does.” He kissed her again “and can I add how much of a turn on is when you use technical terms?”

“You are evil.” She poked him in the chest.

“No news there,” another kiss “did you enjoy the show?”

“It was awesome. So, so awesome. And you are quite incredible, captain. And I also recognised one of the manoeuvres from the book you were reading on the beach.” She told him all excited.

“Which one?”

They were so close their bodies were now touching “the high G barrel roll when Gavriel painted you.”

His jump suit was unzipped down till his navel and her hands landed on the t-shirt he wore underneath and he had the suit sleeves rolled to his elbows. He was stunning.

“So… so turned on just now…”

She pressed against him, his hands found their way in her hair and pulled her close for a hot kiss.

“I have so many naughty thoughts as well…”

“And I feel like breaking another rule…” he whispered in her ear and Aelin felt heat pool at her core.

He went to the door and locked it and when he turned he saw that Aelin had removed her hoodie and t-shirt and was sitting on his desk with just trousers and a bra.

Rowan closed the distance in a second, and his mouth claimed hers with an intensity that took Aelin off guard. She had quickly learned that sex with him was never boring and that the man had the power to reduce her to an exhausted mess. Not that she complained…

“I love naughty Rowan,” she teased with a finger on her lips. He moved between her legs, pulling her closer and took the finger in his mouth sucking it and licking it suggestively.

Aelin removed her bra and heard his gasp, then she proceeded to free him from the jump suit and leave him in his black briefs and his grey TAF t-shirt. She looked down and discovered him hard for her. He grabbed the back of his shirt and tugged it off.

“Are we doing something about those trousers, captain?”

Aelin smiled and slowly and with provocation unbuttoned her jeans and started lowering the zip. In a swift motion he pulled them down and away, taking her underwear with them, leaving Aelin stark naked “in a rush, captain?”

He bit her earlobe “the door might be locked, but people might still come and look for me.”

“Well, we better be quiet and pretend there is no one in the office.” And she kissed him eliciting a moan from him “I said quiet, captain.”

Aelin jumped off the table and a moment later was on her knees in front of him. Her hands grabbed his butt and then pulled down his briefs “lean against the table, sir.” He did so and a moment later her mouth was on him and he had to restrain himself to stifle the loud moan that threatened to escape from him. She looked up at him in his green eyes and with her tongue licked the tip.

“Fuck,” swore Rowan never breaking eye contact with her. She looked at him and could see lust in his eyes. Her tongue licked the length of him and then she took him in her mouth fully and Rowan let out another curse “If you…” his hands tightened on the desk when she added a hand “continue like this I might not— ” and his protest was cut off when she gently added teeth as well. She still looked at him in challenge and then sucked hard and that was Rowan’s undoing. He pulled her up and deposited her on the desk on her back, her legs wrapped around his waist.

“You wicked, wicked woman…” he told her silencing her protests with a sizzling kiss while a finger slipped into her and Aelin’s back arched at the feeling he coaxed from her. With her legs, she pushed him closer and felt his hardness nudging at her entrance and pulled a bit more as if to tell him what she wanted. He kissed her and his finger hooked inside her teasing that sensitive spot inside her.

“Whitethorn,”she ordered him.

“Such a demanding woman,” and with those words he pushed into her and Aelin had to cover her mouth with her hands to stop the indecent moan that was about to escape from her.

It hadn’t take them long to reach their peaks and now Rowan was leaning on top of an equally spent Aelin. It had been short and intense.

He kissed the space between breasts “I didn’t even have time to greet your friends here,” he added posing gentle kisses on each breasts.

She pulled him in for a kiss “it’s okay… this woman here feels very pleased and satisfied.”

He smiled at her “we better get dressed again. Just in case.” Very quickly they got their clothes back on then Aelin walked to him “I blame the jump suit.”

He raised an eyebrow “not the amazing content inside?”

She kissed him “the jump suit makes the content tastier.”

“Come on,” he took her hand, unlocked the door and walked out of the office “I promised to show you what we did.”

Aelin squeezed his hand and followed him. He took her around the airbase and they covered all the places that she had mentioned needed changes. The works on hangar bay 2 were almost over and the place was still empty but in far batter shape that last time she had seen it. Aelin walked closer to the walls and touched them “fire retardant paint?”

Rowan nodded “Aedion suggested it. The whole of hangar 2 is painted in it. And once the works here are all done, we will do the same in the main hangar.” She walked around impressed that they had taken on board every single suggestion she had made “I am impressed, captain. The place looks amazing.”

“Given the budget we got, Lorcan had ordered to do the same in the main hangar.”

“So, the man can do his job. Good to know.”

Rowan took her around the rest of the base and Aelin approved of what she had seen.

“What time is your doctor appointment?” Asked Rowan as they got back to his office.

“I will need to go soon.”

“Will you text me?” He asked her brushing a wild lock of hair from her face.

“I will let you know.”

She had a meeting with a doctor about her return to work. She knew it was only for desk duty but the idea of going back at the station was quite exciting.

Rowan pulled her into an embrace “go get them.” In response she kissed him.

“Don’t kill Lorcan, captain.”

He gave her a huge grin and she left.

-------

the gif above gives you an idea of one of the trick our bird boy pulled.

TAGS:

@rowaelinismyotp

@jlinez

@swankii-art-teacher

@courtofjurdan

@whimsicallyreading

@tillyrubes10

#rowaelin #rowan whitethorn #rowan x aelin #aelin galythinius #fanfic #my writing

64 notes · View notes

whitexwingedxdoves · 3 years

Text

Scream.

Part One: Bonding. Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (Not explored in this chapter), Platonic Peter Parker x Reader Pronouns: She/Her Warning: Im not sure there is one for this chapter haha. Summary: All you wanted out of your interview at Life Foundation was a job, you didn’t expect to become an experiment. A/N: I’m very excited about this, its gonna be a fair few chapters. I just love Symbiote’s hahaha. Just note everything that is in bold, is the Scream.

Master list of chapters

You sat, shaking your leg as you sat in the waiting room of a rather large building. Nervously watching the people pass by. It’s just an interview. You thought to yourself even though deep down you knew it was true. It wasn’t just an interview, it was the interview for your dream job. You had worked your whole life to get to this point, here at Life Foundation. You brushed down your skirt in some attempt to ease yourself. You peered up at the TV’s that hung from the walls in the waiting room, the news was on reporting on the reunion between Steve Rogers and James Barnes. You watched for a moment allowing the information about their friendship soak into your brain until the presence of a powerful man broke your concentration. “Incredible isn’t it.” He announced, his hands buried in the pockets of his pants. Carlton Drake, though his eyes seemed darker, like he hadn’t slept in a long time. His skin seemed clammy even from the distance you stood from him you noticed something was off with him. You pushed yourself up from the seat and pushed your handbag over your shoulder. “I’m not one for a reunion story” you laughed, nerves spilling out of your words. He responded with a laugh and hung his head. Peering at you under his brow bone he simply shook his head. “No, the way they perfectly preserved those men so they could exist today.” You scrunched your face out of pure embarrassment for even thinking a brilliant mind like Carlton Drake would be referring to the fuzzy friendship story. “I take it you’re Y/N” he added pulling one of his hands out of his pockets and offering a hand out for you too shake. You nodded and accepted the invitation, you were right... he was clammy.

During the interview you could feel he was acting a little out of the ordinary but you thought little of it, after all, all you knew of this man was whatever the news told you. You answered every question he threw at you with ease and confidence. He told you about multiple projects his team was working on and told you, you would make the perfect fit in one particular project but he didn’t go into any detail . You didn’t notice that under his desk he held a glass cylinder tube and in it was a yellow and orange substance that slowly crept out when he held open the lid. You didn’t notice the way it climbed its way into your handbag that was on the floor and you definitely didn’t notice his amused smirk as he watched his plan unfold before him. Before you knew it, your interview was over, he shook your hand and told you, he would be in touch very soon with the outcome. The entire journey home your stomach felt tight, you couldn’t think about anything else as you clutched your phone in your hands, staring at the screen hoping and praying it would ring. Later that night in your apartment, you laid in bed though you couldn’t sleep a wink. Your mind was racing, predicting because he didn’t ring you that day, you hadn’t got the job even though you tried to rationalise it, he’s a busy man after all. You didn’t notice the orange and yellow sludge make its way from your bag and across your room, climbing up your sheets and onto your bed and just like that it was on your skin, seeping through almost immediately and the parts that didn’t, reached your face and entered you through your nostrils. You had no time to react, the sensation paralysed you for a moment, like lighting had struck your body though it wasn’t painful, in fact it was the exact opposite. Once you gained control of your muscles again, you started to pant, the sense of relaxation ran through your body, like you felt whole for the first time in your life and your eyes fluttered shut.

The next day you were woke by the sound of your phone ringing, it didn’t take long for you to realise and scramble to grab the phone to answer it. When you did you heard the voice of a women on the other end, claiming you had indeed got the job and Carlton would like to meet with you to congratulate you and get working right away. You couldn’t believe your luck, you jotted down the exact location you needed to go and the smile wouldn’t leave your features as you hung up the phone. You looked around your room in disbelief and let out a small excited squeal. You couldn’t ignore the thirst that dried your throat and with that information you pulled yourself out of the bed, ignoring the sheets that seemed to be soaked with sweat and made your way to the kitchen. You filled up a clean glass with water and gulped down the glass but it didn’t quench your thirst so you repeated your actions a few times until the thirst died down a little. You didn’t waste any time getting changed, getting ready to meet with Carlton.

You gave your cab driver the address and sat back into your seat for the journey and watched as the city of San Francisco turn into a blur. You thought about what happened to you last night, the way your body tensed, it was strange, nothing like that had ever happened before. You shook the thought out of your head dismissing it as a vivid dream, you didn’t want to ruin today with pointless thoughts. As you came to a stop in the cab, you passed the driver the money and left the cab. You looked around, your skin started to clam up as you noticed you were in a air field, now confused you looked hoping to see someone or something. While you ventured deeper into the air field, towards a large metal shed, you began to wonder if the cab driver had got the address wrong some how, that’s when you sensed something come from behind you. You turned your head and nothing, you stopped for a second with the puzzled look etched on your face until Carlton Drake and two other men appeared from the large metal building. “Y/N!” he smiled, noticing your clammy skin only made his smile shine a little brighter. He came closer and gave you a small hug. You had no idea how to react as he pulled away from you, the confusion still glued onto your features. He laughed at your expression and looked around at the location he picked. “I know, a little weird for a meeting but it holds purpose. I promise.” He announced, gesturing for you to follow him around the corner.

Instantly you was greeted by a large jet and a few more workers standing around, talking to one and other. It didn’t ease your confusion as you followed Carlton toward the jet. You listened as he explained your role in the company would not be required here in San Francisco but instead you’d be flown to New York for the offices there, how your belongings would be flown out to you. You was speechless as you got lost in his words, he explained how he had accommodation ready for you which he thought you’d find very comfortable. You simply nodded as he stood to the side, making way for you to get onto the private jet. He ended his speech explaining once you arrive at the New York offices your role would be explained to you. Completely speechless, you turned to Carlton as you stood on the first step, he just laughed and said You’re welcome.

You sat back in the jet, attempting to relax despite being far too high in the air for your liking. You looked out the window and admired how small the world looked from up here. You saw the city of New York in the distance, knowing you’re close now you closed your eyes and took a deep breath but it was cut short when you felt some sort of turbulence on the plane and instantly you started to panic, your breathing became short as the jet never seemed to steady, instead it got worse as if something was hitting the plane over and over again. Hold tight. A voice appeared in your head, not one you recognised. It definitely wasn’t yours nor was it the voice of anyone you knew, it sounded slightly distorted and was only causing you to stress more, though you did exactly what the voice said. Grasping onto your chair you closed your eyes and braced for impact. Just when you thought you were reaching your end, you felt something take over your entire body. It was someone or something had taken control over your movements as you got up from the chair and kicked out the emergency door and jumped out. You couldn’t believe what was happening it was a complete out of body experience as you felt from the jet, out of pure fear you blacked out mid air.

You woke up shortly after, standing on the ground just outside of New York city. The voice came back again, She has awaken. The voice in your head mocked. What the hell is happening. We have arrived at our destination. The voice laughed before you felt yourself kneeling in front of a body of water showing your reflection, it wasn’t you not anymore, what looked back at you was a distorted face, it looked evil, your skin no longer smooth and soft instead it gave a shine almost as if it was slimy and... the colour was now the darkest black you had ever seen with yellow accents highlighting your figure. Your hair not the dull brown colour it once was no instead it flowed long and full of life, different shades of orange and yellow clashing together. You where no longer human. We are Scream. As you stared at your reflection you could feel your eyes welling up and it wasn’t long until the water showed your true self, as you watched the foreign slime sunk back into your skin, you hair morphing back to its usual self. “Oh my god” you heard a voice from behind you, you quickly spun around on your knees and your eyes met with a boy. He wore a red suit but his face looked similar to the reflection you had just witnessed but you could tell this boy wasn’t the host of something alien... no you had seen him on the news, they called him Spider-man. You didn’t get to respond before you completely blacked out.

Peter carried you in his arms as he reached the new Avengers compound. He knew he couldn’t take you to a hospital, you didn’t need a medical doctor, you needed a scientist... you needed Banner. Panicked as he jogged through the halls, holding onto you tightly but effortlessly, he finally reached a medical room and placed you on one of the beds.

“Friday, tell Bruce I need him asap!”

“Yes Peter”

The boy watched you for moment, confused what had just taken place. Just like that, Banner came into the room almost out of breathe as he looked at the young boy.

“What is it Pet...” That’s when he saw you, almost lifeless on the bed. He immediately came to your bed side and checked for a pulse. “W- what happened, who is this?” he questioned the teen, Peter seemed a little out of it too but everyone’s focus shifted as Tony Stark entered the room.

“What’s the problem here?” he asked Banner. He got no response, all he had to do was look at Peter to get him to cave.

“I saw a plane crashing, I just went to help and when I got there, she was there... but she wasn’t her, she was something else.” his words where fast and panicked but Tony held his hand up and just like that he was quiet again.

“What do you mean, she was something else?” He watched as Banner kept checking your pulse and timing it, checking for any cuts or scratches. Both men watched as a small graze on your forehead vanished, leaving your skin untouched. The both watched in disbelief. “Come on kid, what do you mean?” Tony asked snapping his fingers at the boy but keeping his eyes on you.

“I – I don’t know, she looked... I can’t describe it. Her skin was shiny, her hair was completely different, like she had shapeshifted into something. She had two voices. I-I” he couldn’t continue and Tony knew that, he turned to him and nodded, his hand now on the boys shoulder.

“Okay kid, go home. We’ll let you know what we find out.” He demanded and just like that, Peter left the room, his head slung low.

“Run some tests.” Was all Tony said as he left the room, confused by the scenario.

#peter parker x y/n #peter parker x reader #avengers x reader #platonic peter parker #bucky barnes x you #bucky x you #avengers fanfiction #avengers #tony stark #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader

76 notes · View notes

timextoxhajima · 3 years

Note

haknyeon x gender neutral reader — soulmates that keep meeting in different centuries/eras

⭗ once upon a dream

⭗ tbz haknyeon

⭗ soulmate! haknyeon x gn! reader, angst [SFW]

⭗ cursing, maybe diabetes

⭗ 1.8k

⭗ a/n: ngl you got me good with this one. took me awhile to crack it out and think about something worth writing even though I already had an idea - I wasn't sure how to piece it tgt into a one shot but here it is!

"oh, it's the duke of the east!"

"the duke of the east!"

keeping your eyes on the chandelier hanging from the ceiling, it's the gasps and the exclaims that pull you out of your trance. shoving the coin back into your pocket, the trumpets start to blow and music erupts all over the hall, the crowd of people starting to part like Moses parting the red sea.

"May I present... duke lee hyunjae!"

Next, it was the small, minuscule squeals that paint a slightly disgusted wince over your lips. But you smirk it off as your hands come together, with the duke at the top of the stairs bowing.

the ball begins with the duke initiating a dance, with one lucky duchess from the other side of the country. but you are unbothered - you were only invited as a royal escort, meant to keep tabs on the pair of twins- a young prince and a princess - here.

soon, the twins are taken into the hands of some older royalties present at the ball, giving you a breather where you slipped out through the balcony. the gentle wind gushes through your hair as you close the balcony doors behind you, glancing through the tiny gap of the curtains to make sure your responsibilities were still in the dance hall.

the moat around the castle glistens under the night sky, the cool air resting in your nostrils and bringing calm to your nerves.

and yet even that is short-lived when the door behind you clicks open and someone steps out of the dance hall.

"your majesty," immediately bowing, your eyes fall to the floor.

"oh, no! no no!" ju haknyeon hurriedly bows too, rushing towards you and resting his palms on your shoulders to pull you back up. "it's okay! i saw someone going out so I got curious."

"oh, well, I should escort you back in then-"

"no, please. i just... wanted some peace and quiet."

with a gentle nod, you let him past you and lay his hands on the rock platform of the balcony, far extending into space and almost giving you the feeling of falling over and into the moat below.

"beautiful, isn't it? the moon?"

"it is a full moon tonight, your majesty," you join him at the edge of the balcony, hands placed behind your back by instinct.

"it's just... it's so far and yet so bright," he pauses. "well, I know it's the sun, but... it definitely has its own honor."

silence engulfs the space between and around you, and your eyes gradually drift from scanning the curves of the architectural stone to the royalty standing before you.

but the silence is again, interrupted, when the young twins burst out through the door and approach you, smiles on their faces.

squatting, they squeal as the duke of the party runs after them, and they pull you backwards despite you already squatting.

"oh, your majesty," standing to bow, you lower your head as the young prince and princess cling to your clothes.

"why are you all doing out here?" lee hyunjae turns to haknyeon, who lowers his head just a tad bit. "party's back inside, so come on in."

then the children yank on your hands, pulling you along and back into the dance hall. you hear a clink - it's the coin that you had been fiddling with before the duke had shown up. turning very quickly in a bid to look for the coin, haknyeon gives you one last grin before you're pulled beyond the curtains.

your eyes bolt open upon the sharp ring that slices through the air.

stupid alarm, you think to yourself. the sweat's attracted your hair to your neck and your oily face and you look down to remember that you hadn't changed out of your clothes from the night before.

"y/n!" your mother's shrill voice replaces the alarm, then your brother blasts the loudest version of stayin' alive by the bee gees you've ever heard.

"oh, for fuck's sake! eric!"

"what?!"

"mom!" you scream, pulling yourself to your feet as you process the afternoon sun flooded all around the room. your groggy eyes scan the floor for any stray pieces of clothing before you randomly pick a grey tank top and switch it out with your flannel. then you begin yanking your pants off your legs, nearly falling over the carpeted floor.

"don't yell at me like that!" she yells back when you yank open door. in her hands was a basket full of laundry, then her eyes fly up and down your body, catapulting you into an instinctive panic.

"why do you look so haphazard?"

"I just woke up," you frown at her, running your hand through your hair as the music continues blasting from eric's room. "who do you think I am? mick jagger?"

"excuse me-"

"oi, eric!" now, your fist is running into his door, your fuse slowly burning out by the second. "do you think you could become any more hard-of-hearing?!"

"fuck off!"

with a sharp bang, you ram your clenched fist into his door once more before your mother loses her head. ripping eric's name label off the door, she's screaming at you with the laundry basket in her hands, trailing after you while you take 2 steps at a time down the stairs in your house.

it's like you don't bother to brush your teeth or worry about your appearance before you get the front door open, ready to throw yourself out onto the middle of the road in a bid to be the rebel you are. hurling the label to the ground, you step in it and start kicking it around on the asphalt.

"what the hell do you think you're doing?!" she shouts from the front door, almost throwing the laundry basket to the floor. "get back here!"

"ask eric to turn down the fucking stereo!"

"get off the damn road before-"

"y/n!"

the third-party voice catches your attention, eyes immediately turning your whole head to look behind you.

"hak?" a frown falls across your face when you realise you were facing directly at the sun. "what are you doing here?"

"um," he lifts a bouquet of flowers and a paper bag. "ran errands for my mom."

your chest heaves, thoughts floating around in your head when you feel like you just saw him the night before - but you were sure he hadn't been out getting wasted like you did.

"hey, um, did we- did we hang out last night?"

"last night?" haknyeon raises a brow, then shakes his head. "nope." the pause lets you observe his quick glance to your mother still standing at your front door.

"weren't you busy last night? homework or something right?"

you're confused at first, but his wide grin afterwards settles it.

"ah!" feeling your own eyes light up, you turn and rest your hands on your hips. "yeah, I was working on- on homework last night!"

"I didn't ask," your mother shakes her head, unable to bring herself to reprimand you in the face of the nice neighbour down the street. "get back here!"

sighing in defeat, your tongue pokes the flesh on the inside of your cheek. you turn to side-eye haknyeon, watching him mouth a tiny 'sorry' to you.

"it's fine. you tried."

haknyeon provides you one more timid wave before you kick eric's label one last time and trudge back to the house.

you're jolted awake when one of those free-falling sensations slap you awake from your drooling. the music blasting in your earpieces start to register in your head, the lyrics somehow still not making any sense at all with all the numbers in your tutorial workbook.

with a dry throat, you gulp and yank out the earpiece, pushing yourself off the chair and struggling to get to your numbed feet. you find haknyeon snoozing on the sofa of your shared apartment, the television still turned on and blasting the late late show where harry styles was babbling on and on about.

after getting a glass of water, you stand with one hand on your hip, taking your time to dampen your throat while watching harry talk to kendall jenner. but you turn when haknyeon shuffles, and you notice a thick book - something like looks like scrapbook - by his arm where his hand was limp.

something glimmers in one of the transparent pockets, so out of curiosity, you tip-toe over. craning your neck to find an angle where you can scan the item clearer, you take awhile to process the item.

it's a coin.

a squint shrinks your eyes, fingers reaching out for the booklet. you turn on your heels, letting the ceiling light shine on the metal much clearer.

1932.

"it's just... it's so far and yet so bright... well, I know it's the sun, but... it definitely has its own honor."

naturally, your eyes dart to haknyeon when you hear his voice in his head, but you're sure you're not hearing it from memory. by choosing to take a leap of faith and let curiosity get the better of you, you flip it again, this time finding something much stranger and difficult to explain.

it's a door label with a horribly drawn typography on it, and for some strange reason, you recognise the way the letter 'e' was written.

"ran errands for my mom."

with a thud, the scrapbook meets the floor and you stumble backwards, hands covering your mouth.

in your peripheral vision, haknyeon jumps to consciousness, hands by his hips on the cushion of the sofa when he notices your astonishment.

"hak-"

"no, wait-"

"what the hell are those? why- why do I- oh my god!"

"y/n, please, just calm down, alright? i can explain."

your heart is thumping in your head when he stands, slowly inching towards you with his hands out. you're not afraid of him, but about what's going to come out of his mouth.

"do you recognise the coin and the name label?"

"i- they look familiar- and i-"

"okay, good. means it's coming back to you."

"what?" the shakiness in your voice is worrying. "what does that mean?"

as he sucks in a deep breath, you hold yours.

"y/n... I've been alive for more than a hundred years, and ever since i found you in 1902, I've never let you out of my sight. not once."

#destinyversenet #haknyeon scenarios #tbz scenarios #ju haknyeon scenarios #haknyeon imagines #haknyeon x reader #haknyeon x reader scenarios #haknyeon x reader imagines #tbz x reader scenarios #tbz x reader imagines #tbz ju haknyeon #haknyeon

39 notes · View notes

fnf-brain-rot · 3 years

Text

[Whitty x Boyfriend]

Chapter 3 - He's dangerous

Pico didn't like the idea of Boyfriend going to see this mystery man, and his gut feeling would only be made worse if his idea of who the stranger was, was correct. He only usually closed himself off in his room when he's in deep thought, or when he's organizing business. Right now, it was the latter.

He couldn't stop thinking about Boyfriend's surprise visit. Why did he hesitate to tell his name? He wasn't stupid, he could tell the guy was lying, the only problem is without a name, he wasn't totally sure if this target was the same guy he was hanging out with. Lying down on his queen sized mattress, he sighed, taking the cigarette out of his mouth. He couldn't help but feel guilt for the plan he would come up with. He didn't like the idea of using his dear, close friend, especially since he quite liked him, but there's no other way to get the info out of him. Speaking of..

He heard a knock on his door. He quickly got up, put out his cigarette, and made his way down to answer. Of course, when he opened it, there stood Boyfriend, holding his beloved microphone. "Pi- oh! Sorry, am I bothering you?" The blue haired's face went red as he noticed Pico wasn't wearing a shirt. "Nope, you're just on time actually." Pico couldn't help but chuckle at the flustered male. "Come on, I'll make some tea." The ginger turned to retreat back into his house, and Boyfriend followed loosely behind him. He's seen Pico shirtless a lot, sure, but he still couldn't get used to seeing him like that. He wondered why.

"So, you come bearing more news about this mystery man of yours?" Pico's voice echoed from his place in the kitchen. "Well.. Yes and no." Boyfriend made himself at home right on Pico's couch of course, kicking his legs up onto the cushions. Pico noticed he's been in such a happy-go-lucky mood ever since meeting this guy. He was starting to suspect he had a crush. "We haven't hung out recently. I just wanted to you know.. kick it with you for a bit." He stated with a grin. Pico rolled his eyes and returned to the living room, holding a cup of coffee and a cup of tea. "Gee, who's fault is that?" He teased, and Boyfriend sat up with a whine, allowing the ginger to sit next to him. "I'm sorry! It's just.. I just really feel for him you know?" Pico only nodded.

"You barely know him Bee." Pico reminded him. "But I bought him food! He ate it! All of it! Like.. Oh my god.. If you were there you would know how much he ate I ordered one of everything." Boyfriend shuddered a little. He was thankful for him finishing the food though. "With who's money?" Pico snorted, and Boyfriend pouted, almost dejectedly. "Gigi's." He answered honestly. "Well.. At least it sounded like you had fun." The ginger glanced away, taking a brisk sip of his black coffee. The bitter taste kept him awake. "I'd love for you to actually meet him this weekend." Boyfriend then spoke up. Pico blinked in surprise. He hadn't expected it to be handed to him like that. "This weekend? Wh- You could barely tell me his name yesterday." He set his cup down and crossed his arms. "I know! But I'll talk him into meeting you and Gigi and Nene and Darnell and the spooky boys!" The smaller male almost squealed in delight.

Pico didn't like the idea of his information being put out there to strangers-especially considering his reputation-but he guessed that was up to Boyfriend's innocence. Pico found it hard to stay mad at him. How could he? He sighed, looking the blue haired male up and down. "I.. guess it's fine. Just as long as he's not smelly, who knows where that guy's been lying around." He scrunched up his nose in distaste. Boyfriend grinned, thankful for Pico's blessing, then hugged him tightly, an action that made Pico's face go a slight shade of red. "Yeah yeah whatever, just.." He huffed in embarrassment, turning his head as Boyfriend buried his face into his chest. This blueberry had no sense of personal space, did he?

___________________________________________

Whitty hated to admit it, but he had been thinking about that shorty all day.

So much so, he ended up walking around the area they first met. He almost hadn't noticed his feet subconsciously leading him back to that alley. He only realised when he looked at his crude graffiti where he was, and had an immediate thought to flee but.. instead he sat against the wall. He couldn't help but get second hand embarrassment from the simple thought of his break down during their first battle. He looked down and took out a small phone that was gifted to him some time ago. During their afternoon binge yesterday-well his afternoon binge-he had gotten his phone number in case he needed to call or something. Of course, he wasn't planning on calling any time soon. He wasn't the type to ask for anything, but he was tempted to ask if they could hang out again today.

As he opened Boyfriend's contact, he paused, suddenly becoming aware of his surroundings. He set the phone in his pants pocket and stood back up. He could've sworn he heard movement...He stared intensely at the entrance to the alley way. It wasn't the sound of eager yet gentle foot steps by Boyfriend. It was definitely not friendly.

He stuck his hands in his jacket pockets. He was starting to take steps back with each sound he heard, only to see about three-four? About four figures make their way into the alley. He was trapped, he had no where to run. This alley was a dead end. "See boss? I told you he would be here!" A small, yet gritty voice exhoed along the walls, followed by a loud "shhh!" with another loud "shhh!!"

Whitty could recognise these voices. He's heard them before. In this same spot, weeks ago. They were part of some gang that was out for his bounty. He didn't bother to learn the name, all he knew was that everyone was an enemy. Well.. except for Boyfriend of course. "Whitty, right?" The tallest male stood to the front. His voice was just as gritty, and he had pale skin, straight brown hair and was wearing what seemed to be casual attire. In fact, all of them looked similar. The only intimidating thing to a normal person would be his demeanor and the fact he's above 5'10. Whitty, however, was no normal person. He was a target. By everyone.

___________________________________________

Boyfriend sighed happily, just leaving Pico's house. He left with some conflicted feelings, butterflies in his stomach, and red constantly plastered on his cheeks. Sure he thought he had a crush on Pico for a while now but.. He might have been distracted with Whitty. The way his body grew hot at every tiny touch Pico gave him. He can't even see the guy shirtless without becoming a flustered mess. He could tell something was up with Pico too. Maybe he should talk to him about it..

He decided to run and stop at his favorite cafe. He wished he could sit with Whitty in the place. He thought Whitty would like the decor inside. It's warm, quiet, and they give tasty snacks. Boyfriend smiled at the thought of Whitty. He wondered what he was doing. Taking care of himself he hoped. He should probably stop by that alley they first met in, check to see if he left anything there possibly. He did leave in a hurry. Maybe he left his favorite.. thing?? Okay, he'll admit, he had no real reason to go. He just kind of... wanted to think about the taller guy. That's fine, right?

___________________________________________

Whitty had been trying his best to stand his ground. His main advantage, and disadvantage, was his height. He found it hard to get back up after being knocked down, so the plan was to stay on his feet. "Why don't you scumbags fuck off somewhere?" The bomb man scoffed, feeling the heat in his head begin, and his fuse started to light. "And miss out on this opportunity? No. You're lucky we want to take you alive." All four of them advanced. They planned to rush him. Whitty's been in a tussle a couple of times, but never with more than two people. Their first plan was to surround him, and take him down that way. He tried to focus and not panic, taking his hands out of his pockets and balling them into fists. They lit ablaze as if he were holding fire, and he turned around, throwing a punch at the guy to his left, catching them all by surprise. They honestly though he was the flight type.

"AH!! SHIT!" The male yelled in pain, but Whitty could care less. These guys were here supposedly to kidnap him or something. The other two goons went in, one grabbing his arm, thinking he could simply flip him over, and the other on his leg to catch him off balance. The big male stumbled, but forced himself to the side instead of on his back, pushing against the alley wall. He growled, an angry growl, before picking up the smaller guy on his leg by the neck. His hand seared the skin around his hold, and the other male tried to get him to drop him since he was practically cooking his throat.

The man who received the first punch finally recuperated, and dashed over to help. Shame, these three were gonna get killed by the hands of this thing. Everyone knows the leaders tend to make the smartest decisions. He's the leader right? This fight wasn't winnable with only four guys. Not with this big ass creature that seemed to become more and more unhinged with every second, almost as if he were taking pleasure in burning these men alive.

Whitty threw away the severely burned man and turned to the guy on his arm, who had tried to stab him with a needle, but the moment he touched the bare arm, it was like touching a burning stove. Whitty couldn't help but laugh, grabbing this man by the wrist with one hand, and catching the other by the arm as he tried to jump onto him. Yeah.. This is karma right? Their screams of pain, agony, they deserved more than to burn alive.

___________________________________________

Boyfriend was almost skipping down the sidewalk, but scrunched his nose at the smell of something burning. It seemed like it was coming right from where he was planning to go too. Was Whitty there? Granted it could just be a hobo using a fire to cook or something but... this was a different smelling burn. A smell he's never smelled before, and it formed a pit in his stomach, though he could never explain why.

He didn't rush popping his head around the corner. The sight made him pale, clamping a hand over his mouth.

Was that.. Whitty?

No way, had to be an evil twin or something..

No, it definitely was Whitty. He was crying.. and laughing? The burning smell was because of him. It was burning clothes, burning flesh. Two men were out on the ground, seeming to have accumulated severe burn wounds, singed clothing.. he almost thought they were dead. "You fucked with the wrong guy. Four dudes?? That's all you got?" He heard Whitty laugh. The laugh wasn't like any Boyfriend had heard. When he saw the man he was holding, he had to step in. "W-Whitty!" He choked, and Whitty stopped almost immediately. He stopped everything. He stopped crying. He stopped laughing. He was no longer heated. It was like his brain had to process what the fuck was going on, and he knew what it was when Boyfriend hesitantly stepped within his radius. "Whitty.. Put him down." The blue haired male demanded in a shaky voice. He felt like he was gonna vomit. Whitty dropped the guy, then looked at his hands. There were burned things sticking to them.. Hopefully he wasn't looking at human flesh and blood.

"B.. B-Bee.." Whitty's hands began to tremble. His eyes went wide and the black, inky substance began to leak from his eyes again. He did it again. He.. he hurt people again.. "Oh.. fuck.." Whitty breathed out shakily, beginning to back away from the short male. Boyfriend didn't know how to react, but.. he could feel the remorse in Whitty's actions. He had a feeling Whitty wouldn't want him to see him like this. Not like.. a monster. "Whitty.. c.. c-calm down.." Boyfriend didn't let him scoot away too far, tugging on his jacket sleeve. "Don't! Stop!" Whitty exclaimed, causing Boyfriend to jump a bit. "You're not gonna hurt me. "

"You don't know that!"

"Yes I do." Boyfriend stared into Whitty's eyes with intent.

The bomb crouched down, allowing Boyfriend to give him a look of permission, then hug him. "It's.. It's okay, I'm sure you had a reason to." Boyfriend tried to comfort him, while Whitty began to mutter "I'm sorry" Over and over again. Boyfriend only shushed him, hugging the bomb shaped head in his arms. His fuse was short. He's glad he caught him before he exploded. "Let's get out of here, okay? Don't worry about these guys, I'll.. I'll handle it. For now, let's get you somewhere calmer." Boyfriend muttered softly as he pulled away. Whitty was surprised he could still look him in the eyes and not scowl. He nodded and stood straight. Boyfriend took his hand and led him out. He would simply call an ambulance for these guys. For now, he wouldn't allow Whitty to worry about any of it. They were gonna sit by a tree for the rest of the day.

#fnfboyfriend #pico #whitty #friday night funkin #whittyfnf #whitmore #whitty whitmore #bf x whitty #bf x pico #boyfriend x pico

51 notes · View notes

sugawara-sweetheart · 4 years

Note

Daichi, Suga, and Inuoka with a s/o who is a nude figure sketch model. But maybe they had been shy about it and the guys find out somehow. Thank you! :)

𝔰/𝔬 𝔴𝔥𝔬 𝔦𝔰 𝔞 𝔫𝔲𝔡𝔢 𝔣𝔦𝔤𝔲𝔯𝔢 𝔰𝔨𝔢𝔱𝔠𝔥 𝔪𝔬𝔡𝔢𝔩 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔰 | 𝔡𝔞𝔦𝔠𝔥𝔦, 𝔦𝔫𝔲𝔬𝔨𝔞 & 𝔰𝔲𝔤𝔞𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔞

🐥 anon i have to ask are you an artist because this is the 2nd art-related request you’ve sent me and as a niche artist it’s getting me excited

also inuoka is such a cutie but i couldn’t really remember him as i’ve only watched the anime like once a few weeks ago so i really hope i’ve portrayed him well

characters & s/o are aged up to 18+

warning: slight nsfw like dirty talk i guess? in public?? i’m sorry i had to with freaky sugawara

sawamura daichi

daichi and you had been together for several months now and everything was good

he was a good, caring boyfriend and was always so supportive and loving- you were truly happy

but daichi felt like there was something you were hiding. a few times a week you would disappear for a few hours in the evening. you didn’t answer messages, didn’t call and you refused to have dates on those specific days

he wasn’t suspicious- no, he fully trusted you but he couldn’t help but be intrigued about your missing time. why couldn’t you tell him where you were? you trusted him, didn’t you?

daichi decides the best thing to do would be to gently enquire about your whereabouts so as you’re cuddling one evening, his arm wrapped around you as you rest your head on his chest, you feel him tense

“daichi, you okay?”

he hummed in response, his fingertips stroking against your arm but they slowly stilled and you lifted your head as daichi began to sit up

“actually, y/n, i’ve been wanting to speak to you about something.” you felt your stomach tighten and the panic must’ve shown in your face because daichi quickly chuckled and cradled your cheeks, laughing as he smoothed the crease between your brows with his gentle thumbs. “don’t worry, it’s nothing bad- i think?”

you were quiet as you waited for him to continue, trying to calm the anxiety bubbling in you

“i was just wondering- do you have other...commitments? maybe specifically on a tuesday, thursday and saturday night?”

he watched your face carefully as he could see the conflict arising and feeling the guilt tighten his chest, he began to caress your hair. “don’t worry, you don’t have to tell me if it’s personal- but you know i’m always here for you through anything.”

you met his encouraging smile with a blush, shyly playing with the hem of your top

“i- uh- i work those nights. just some extra cash to get me through uni.” a pleasantly surprised smile spread across daichi’s face at the answer. why were you so hesitant to tell him that?

“aw, i see- that’s great, y/n.” he was so proud of how responsible you were to be working regularly throughout the university semester and still keep up your brilliant grades. “what do you do?”

you felt your face get hotter and you couldn’t meet your boyfriend’s eyes as you mumbled the answer into your hands. daichi frowned, leaning closer to you as he pulled your hands away from your reddened face. “i didn’t hear you- what was that?”

“i’m a...i’m a nude figure sketch model.” daichi blinked at you, his eyes rounded. and then he nodded, relaxing back against his pillow and pulling you to his chest

it was oddly silent and you couldn’t relax, trying to crane your head to glimpse his facial expression despite the fact he was already cuddling you again

“i see- is it a nice job? do they treat you well?” you nodded, almost giggling into his chest as you began to tell him all about your experiences modelling, feeling the embarrassment and shyness wash away.

you had been so nervous about what your boyfriend would say about your part-time job that you’d forgotten how mature and sensible he was- and most of all, how he adored you too much to not support you in anything you wanted to do

“hey, daichi,” you grinned as you felt your blush fade away. “how would you like to come to one of the classes and see me in action?”

now it was daichi’s turn to blush

inuoka sō

inuoka was proud of you- you were so hardworking and efficient

you attended full-time university with amazing grades, you tutored first years and inuoka, you were a server at a local diner on weekend afternoons and you even had some other job on sunday evening- not that inuoka could particularly remember for some reason but he just knew you worked very hard so he should be very proud of you

it was one evening after a long volleyball practise that inuoka collapsed onto the bench next to his teammate with a loud sigh. “i’m so tired.” he groaned before a wide grin stretched across his face. “but i get to stay at my s/o’s place today!”

as he began to ramble on about all your amazing qualities achoo, his teammate listened silently, quirking an eyebrow at this amazing person he couldn’t quite believe inuoka was with

“so what’s their name then?” the teammate finally asked and with a bright smile, inuoka pronounced your name carefully and loudly, causing his teammate to hum as he pressed a finger to his chin, deep in thought

“that sounds familiar- what’s their full name?”

“[first name] [last name].” inuoka replied, still beaming as he tied his shoelaces, not noticing the way his teammate had stilled and chuckled awkwardly

“oh- ah, i remember where i know them from.” inuoka looked up, still smiling widely as he waited for the response. he wasn’t the brightest but he was good at reading people, being an excellent middle blocker, and he could tell by his teammate’s mannerisms he was hesitant.

“where?”

“i think they’re one of the sketch models at the art workshop me and some other art students go to on sunday night. they’re a pretty big deal in the art department.” his teammate shyly rubbed at the back of his neck, anxious of the way inuoka had suddenly started beaming brighter

“a model?!” he gasped, his big eyes glazing. “of course- y/n is so pretty, of course they’re a model!”

“no-” he frowned at his teammate’s sudden interjection, watching his friend redden under the orange lights of the gymnasium. “they’re a- a nude sketch model.”

inuoka was silent, his smile still faint of his lips as the hushed whisper sunk into him. his teammate watched inuoka nervously as he got to his feet, swinging his towel over his shoulder and grinned. “alright! have a goodnight, senpai!”

when inuoka arrived at your dorm, he was so happy as usual to see you. he collapsed onto you, engulfing him in his tight hug as he kissed you deeply, making you laugh into his lips

“ew, you stink!”

“and you’re a nude figure sketch model!”

what?

you froze, immediately pushing inuoka off you

he was grinning at you, balancing on his knees at the end of your bed with his arms still outstretched for a hug, confused as to why you looked so horrified

“what- how- how did you find out?” your voice was a meek whisper and inuoka felt his heart sinking at how horrified you looked, his arms falling limply to his sides

“my teammate goes to the art workshop so he recognised your name- why do you look so hurt, baby?” inuoka reached out to hold your shoulder but you quickly dodged it, getting to your feet and beginning to pace the length of your room with anxiety. inuoka watched you with wide eyes, his heart thumping heavily as you saw how red your face was. “baby, why are you upset?”

you stopped pacing, hands twisting nervously as turned to him. inuoka could see the way your eyes had filled with worry and he could feel his mood falling every second longer he looked at you. had he upset you by mentioning your job? but why??

“aren’t you upset? or angry?” your voice was a whisper of fear and inuoka couldn’t bear it any longer. he pulled you into his lap and pressed a big sloppy kiss to your cheek, ignoring your squeal when he almost sucked your whole cheek into his mouth

“why would i be angry or upset? do you know how cool it is that my s/o is a model?! all the artists want to draw you- that’s so cool, y/n! you’re a- what do they call it- a- a muse!!”

his excitement made you smile and blush as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a heavy, breathless kiss. when you broke apart, he rested his forehead against yours and grinned eagerly.

“so when can i come to one of these workshops and see that body of yours, y/n?”

sugawara kōshi

sugawara was an open-minded man with many interests. he played volleyball, he went to cooking classes, he went to piano lessons, he went to advanced astrophysics classes okay he went to one and now it was time to join an art class

rather easily he managed to find an art class for the following tuesday evening and what better way than to make this a date with you, his lovely s/o

“honey,” he beamed at you sat beside him on the sofa, your legs tangled with his as you read your book, the television mere background noise. “i found a new class for this tuesday- do you want to go with me?”

“this tuesday, darling? i’m sorry- i have work then.” sugawara pouted but he brushed it off, knowing it wasn’t too bad to go alone and you needed all the shifts you could get to support yourself through university

sugawara didn’t know exactly what you did for a job- you’d been working wherever you did before the two of you even began dating and it just hadn’t occurred to him to ask you. all he knew was that a few times a week at various times you were gone for about four hours and you got paid a decent amount. he assumed the job was something every uni student had, like serving or being a tutor

on tuesday, the two of you had left the apartment at the same time, wishing each other a good time at work/class with a sweet kiss before going your separate ways

sugawara was excited as he entered the art class. the smell of paint filled his nose as he greeted the teacher and mingled with a few of the attendees before taking a seat near the front

his knee bounced at the anticipation of his first art class- were they going to paint fruit? flowers? landscape- wait...a person??

sugawara watched as a person walked across the raised platform, their back to the class with a scarlet robe wrapped around them

“and again, to help up explore anatomy our trusted model is here tonight.” the teacher spoke, smiling at the person with an encouraging nod. “if you please, y/n.”

your name rang in sugawara’s ears and his breath hitched in his throat, almost choking as he saw you slip the robe off, revealing your beautiful body to the class as you laid down on the couch before you

no matter how many times sugawara saw yo ur body, you still looked so beautiful, lips tugged into a gentle smile and a relaxed look on you as the lighting shone onto all the perfect curves and crooks of your body- your beautiful body that made sugawara’s heart stop in his chest

then you froze. you tensed, your pose unnatural much to the teacher’s annoyance but you ignored their instructions as your eyes were locked with sugawara’s

he stared back at you, both your eyes wide and a deep blush began to creep up your body

“y/n!” the teacher finally snapped and you broke your eyes away from sugawara’s to face them. “i said can you please balance your head on your hand.”

swallowing hard, you did as they said but you couldn’t help but stare back at sugawara. the class had begun and he had began to sketch across his canvas, his eyes flickering to you every few seconds but you couldn’t relax

every inch of your body was burning with shame and your stomach was tight and nauseous with worry- how did you not figure out your boyfriend was attending this art class?! how was he so calm with his s/o naked in front of a bunch of strangers? why was he smiling- wait smiling??

you felt your cheeks burn further as you noticed the way sugawara’s lips were curled into a smirk, the way his cheeks were flushed and his eyes had darkened, the way he kept dragging his bottom lip between his teeth till it was red and swollen, almost begging for you to lick at it and get lost in sugawara’s sweet taste

the class seemed to drag for hours and finally you were allowed to pull the robe back on, rushing from the room as quickly as you could with your head bowed

you couldn’t help but take your time dressing again. your fingers trembled as you fumbled with your shirt buttons, the nausea growing overwhelming but eventually you had to leave, growing more and more nervous with every step till you were outside

the cool night air hit you, cold against your sweating skin and you swallowed the thick lump in your throat, backing up against the brick wall as sugawara approached you

“well, that was a surprise.” he laughed. you blushed harder and sugawara laughed more, ruffling your hair and suddenly leaning close to you, his hot breath tickling your cheek

“do you know how difficult it was for me hold back, to just not get up there and fuck you right in front of everyone, showing them how well you take my cock?” you gasped as he took your hand, pressing it right over his hardened crotch. “i don’t know how i did it when you looked so gorgeous up there, showing off your beautiful body to everyone.” his fingers suddenly clenched around your hair, drawing your head back and leaving your neck exposed for sugawara’s hot, wet tongue to slide against, drawing a needy whine from you

“i’m going to make sure you know who this beautiful body belongs to and once i’m done with you tonight, i’ll make you lie there and i’m going to draw every single detail about you.”

421 notes · View notes

writingmylove · 4 years

Text

Check your emails -

Spencer Reid x Reader

Between full time work, a postgraduate course and a pandemic I have managed to write a small thing for you.

..........

Our favourite genius is in for a surprise when a special someone pays him an unexpected visit to the BAU.

No warnings.

...........

Her mind was still reeling. She couldn’t believe it.

Covering up a small sob with her hand she paused, leaning her body against the nearest wall as she thought about the words she'd just been listening to. She let out a deep breath and tried to compose herself. This was better said than done however.

Okay, first thing first, she had to tell Spencer. A second thought then crossed her mind and she froze.

Oh god, how would she tell Spencer?!

She pondered for a moment, biting at her bottom lip and debating her options before deciding she needed to go home first. There was something she needed to get.

Upon reaching home she quickly made her way inside, dumping her coat and immediately rummaging through the drawers of the wooden sideboard unit. She pulled out the small card with a small 'yes' and scribbled in it hurriedly before shoving it in her bag and rushing out once again. Her mind focused on reaching only one place.

Y/n rushed into the Quantico building, adrenaline coursing through her bones as she hurriedly signed in and stated who she was there to meet. Ignoring the concerned look from the receptionist, the young woman then sped walked down the corridor and took the necessary left and right turns before she halted in front of a set of glass double doors. She squinted as she peered through, her eyes tracking the bodies in the hope she might see her husband before she went in, that would makes things easier.

She sighed when she noted she couldn’t see him. The one time he actually chooses to leave his desk, it had to be now. Pausing, she debated whether or not to tell him now. No, she told herself. She couldn’t not tell him. She steeled herself, gave her body a little shake and tried to wipe some of the tears from her cheeks before pushing her way into the room.

Once inside her eyes scanned over the area once again, just incase she had missed him when looking through the glass. As she looked she slowly stepped further into the room, her eyes confirming her genius was not there. At the sound of shuffling footsteps, Morgan looked up from where he was perched on Emily’s desk a few feet away. Recognising the hair and shoe choice he grinned as he say his team mate's wife walking absently towards them.

“Well hey there Firecracker, what are you..” He called out, trailing off once he was able to really look at her. Her face was blotchy and her eyes wet with recent tears. His concern grew and he stood slowly, angling his body more towards her, his actions taking on a protective aura. “Whoa, are you okay?”

Y/n nodded frantically as she turned to look at him, doing this even more so when Emily looked over at her worriedly from around Morgan as she heard him speak. “Where’s Spencer?”

Morgan watched her carefully, the profiler in him assessing his friend as she sniffled. “He just went to the copier, he should be back any moment. Why don’t you come sit down?” He gestured at the desk next to him and Emily, the one currently unoccupied. Y/n moved towards it but her mind was clearly far away. She didn’t really want to sit down, her body far to jittery to stay motionless. She just wanted Spencer.

It was then, by some stroke of luck that out of the corner of her eye she noticed her tall husband walk back towards his desk, his head bent over paper. That wasn’t unusual of course, this was often how she found him.

“Spence!” She called and turned directions, moving swiftly towards him. The young man looked up at his name being called, a smile automatically appearing on his face as he recognised his wife’s voice.

Spencer looked up at his wife, her hair slightly wild from the weather outside but still looking beautiful. However, his smiled faded from his face and he sped quickly towards her, dumping the papers on a nearby desk. Panic set in as he noted the tear tracks on her cheeks and her red eyes.

“What is it? What happened? Are you okay?” Spencer asked worriedly as he frantically looked her over. God forbid some one had hurt her. He quickly banished the thought, not wanting to think about such a thing. He reached out towards her, gently placing his hands on her arms as he looked over her face.

It was then that she beamed at him.

Y/n laughed at the bewildered look on his face. “Yes, yes I’m fine.” She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. She watched him for a moment, her eyes tracing his handsome face before she remembered why she was actually there. Twisting her body and reaching into the bag on her shoulder, she pulled out a small envelope and passing it to him.

Spencer looked down at the envelope addressed to him and then back at his wife. “Um, what is this?” Holy hell, he was so adorable when he was confused. Y/n stifled a giggle.

“Just open it.” She encouraged.

Spencer opened it up and pulled out the little card. It was plain white with a large yellow smiley face on the front. Opening up the card he read it over quickly. And then he read it over again. He was once again confused. In y/n’s curly hand writing were only three words.

‘Check your emails’

“What?” He muttered softly. With his eyebrows furrowed he looked back up. Y/n stood there with a small smile and her phone out in her hands.

Following the instructions on the note he moved over to his desk, near to where JJ was just hanging up the phone and was now watching the pair. The blonde woman greeted y/n as she got closer and the other woman smiled back. Morgan and Emily, having listened into the couple, boldly followed behind them, knowing if it was a problem y/n would tell them to stop, but wanting to know what the hell was going on.

Spencer sat at his desk and opened up the email window on the desktop. There was one new one, from his wife and with no subject but another smiley face and an unnamed attachment. Which, with slight prompting, he clicked on. He waited impatiently as the attachment opened and loaded.

There were a few beats of silence from the team.

“Oh my god.”

Y/n could not contain her smile at Emily’s breathy words as she saw what the other three agents, now crowding behind the young doctor, were also seeing on the computer.

There, on the screen in front of Spencer, was a video clip of an ultra sound, the soft heartbeat playing through the speakers.

Jumping up, and making Morgan and JJ subsequently jump and move back quickly, the tall agent turned towards his wife who once again had tears in her eyes.

“Is this real?” He questioned, eyes wide and his voice shaking as he gestured to the ultra sound.

Y/n nodded. “Yeah Spence, I went to the doctor this morning who confirmed it and I had to come straight here to tell you,” She moved to where her husband was stood frozen and staring at her, placing a soft hand on his cheek. “I’m pregnant.”

Spencer let out a small cry of joy at her words, before scooping her up and pulling her tightly to his chest. Pulling back slightly he looked into her eyes as he whispered “I’m going to be a dad.” Before hugging her closely again.

Morgan let out a loud whoop as the pair pulled apart and pulled his friend into a hug, the two female agents crowding around y/n. “Congrats man!” He spoke before looking up to the walkway to Hotch and Rossi who had just come out of Hotch’s office and were watching the scene below with questioning eyes, and glancing over at Penelope who was stood with her mouth agape, clearly having just witnessed the revelation.

“The Reid’s are having a baby!” He yelled out across the room. With a loud squeal Garcia raced over, as if Morgan’s words had unstuck her feet, and pushed Emily and JJ out the way to pull both y/n and the young doctor into a hug. Hotch and Rossi made their way over to the rest of the team joining in with the happy bubble around them and each gave their congratulations to the couple, Hotch giving their youngest member a strong hug and a wide smile at his news and telling him to take the rest of the afternoon off.

After thanking their friends for their kind words the soon to be parents shortly (and thankfully) found themselves back at home and wrapped tightly in each other’s arms on the sofa.

Speaking softly as he stroked his wife’s hair, Spencer muttered about what kind of profiler was he if he couldn’t even tell his wife was pregnant. Y/n laughed at his words, but said she was glad he hadn’t noticed, or the announcement today would never have worked quite so well.

The genius looked down at his wife, her eyes glowing with happiness in the warm light of their lamp, and felt, in that moment so overwhelmed with love. Tilting his head he kissed her deeply, pouring all his feelings into it just as he had done on their wedding day. He pulled back from her slowly, savouring the moment, and rested his forehead against hers. He placed a, slightly shaky, hand on her (still flat) stomach in awe and he whispered to them both.

“I love you.”

To which she responded.

“We love you too.

#spencer reid #dr spencer reid #dr reid #pretty boy #spencer x y/n #spencer x reader #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #criminal minds #BAU #mgg #mathew gray gubler #dr reid x reader #dr spencer reid x reader #dr spencer reid x y/n #dr spencer reid x you

288 notes · View notes

mingishoe · 4 years

Text

Their s/o surprising them backstage

OT8 x Reader

These are all pretty long I’m sorry...

Hongjoong

Seonghwa had called you about a week before their show in Chicago. He was worried about Hongjoong because he had been overworking himself for the past few weeks and he thought if you were here he’d relax a little bit. The day before their show you found yourself on a plane for 13 hours so you could go surprise Hongjoong. Seonghwa had somehow gotten himself out of part of rehearsal to go with their manager to pick you up at the airport, “Are you sure you don’t want to go to my room and rest for a while?” You shook your head, actually wanting to watch their concert, “It’s okay, you need to get back soon, the concert is going to start soon.” The three of you rushed back to the venue and you hid in the very top with a mask just in case someone recognised you. As you listened to their closing statements you quickly started to get up and make your way down to go backstage. Seonghwa quickly found you and you gave him a thumbs up signalling you got it. You made it just as the lights dimmed the sweaty boys passed you, all too tired to even look around. Hongjoong was behind Seonghwa so you quickly swooped in stand in front of Hongjoong. Hongjoong didn’t even notice and tried to apologize before you lowered your mask with a smile. He didn’t think twice before he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a tight hug, “W-What’re you doing here! I-I I missed you so much!”

Seonghwa

You had talked to their manager and he thought it would be funny if you were to scare Seonghwa. You had waited until they had calmed down a little bit and in the waiting room getting their things ready. “Should I really do that? Is that not too much?” their manager had said you should pretend to be a crazy fan but you knew how scary that was so you weren’t sure if that was a good idea but it was already too late because you had a mask on with sunglasses that covered the rest of your face. You pulled your hoodie over your head as you opened the door. You tried your best to change your voice to be a little bit different as you squealed, “Park Seonghwa!” the attention of all 8 boys. “You’re so handsome close up!” you could see the panic on his face as he looked around to find someone who could get you out. You started laughing but tried to cover it up as you were crying and apparently it worked because Seonghwa looked even more frantic as you walked towards him, “You’re too handsome to be dating that significant other of yours… how about me instead?” You tilted your sunglasses down with a wink and you immediately saw Seonghwa’s face relax and he pulled you down onto the sofa with him, “You scared the fuck out of me-” You laughed loudly as you pulled the mask off and turned to the other members who visibly looked relieved.

Yunho

You hated when Yunho went on tour. You were by yourself for months with really no one to hangout with since all the members were also obviously on tour to. You were getting bored sitting at the dorms by yourself with nothing but San’s plushies to keep you company. You were close friends with one of their makeup artists so she thought it would be a good idea if you came down to see him. She gave you some supplies like makeup brushes and chapstick so you could go backstage and touch them up whenever they did a wardrobe change. Yunho walked up to you with sweat dripping down his face and neck and you couldn’t help but stare. You grabbed some tissue and dabbed his face carefully as you tried to clear his face from sweat. You knew you weren’t really supposed to touch him if you were supposed to be a makeup artist but you smiled before you pulled your mask down to press a kiss to Yunho’s lips. Yunho didn’t comprehend it was you until he had pushed you away with wide eyes, “You don’t want my kisses Yunho?” You said with a fake pout before his mouth dropped in shock. Once he saw it was actually you he pulled you back into another kiss, “Sorry I scared you, I just missed you so much!”

Yeosang

You could tell Yeosang has been stressed lately. You called Wooyoung one night and asked him about it. Wooyoung confirmed your worries and asked if you could come down here because he knew you would relax him. You heard the loud screams as they said their final goodbyes. Yeosang walked backstage first which gave you the perfect opportunity to catch him. You pulled him to the side and he looked at you with wide eyes. You held his face in your hands as you looked at him, “What’s wrong Sangie?” His lip trembled as tears started streaming down his face. You pulled him into a hug as he sniffled into your neck, “M-Missed you.” Your heart ached for him. You’ve never seen Yeosang cry before and you didn’t know what to do besides hold him, “I missed you more Sangie, come on my love lets go.”

San

You were watching San as he was dancing. Watching San was your favourite thing to do. Everything he did was attractive even if it was something normal like eating. But San dancing was someone completely different. San turned into a whole different person but you didn’t complain. You watched as his hips moved smoothly but harshly at the same time. The way he grinded into the air led your mind to go in some not very innocent places. As soon as San walked off the stage to where you were, you shoved him into a wall to bring him into a kiss, “F-Fuck, I didn’t know you were coming baby.” You let out a breathy chuckle, “Surprise… Now how about we go somewhere… private.”

Mingi

You watched with an amused expression as he walked past you for about the 4th time. You had even greeted a few of the other members. You had followed them as they walked back to their waiting room. You were standing in the back with Yunho as you were both watching Mingi with amazement as he was literally in front of you, “He must actually be an idiot.” You laughed loudly and Mingi immediately recognised the sound making him turn around with wide eyes, “Y/n?!” Everyone literally groans and Yunho even hits Mingi on the back of his head, “They’ve been here for like 20 minutes!” Mingi’s eyes widen even more, not believing what Yunho was saying, “We wanted to see how long it would take you to notice-”

Wooyoung

As Wooyoung was dancing he turned his head to the side and swore he saw you standing there. He couldn’t have though, you were in Korea and they were in Europe. There’s no way you flew for 10 hours just so you could watch him perform. As soon as the show ended Wooyoung found himself going backstage as quickly as he could. He ran around frantically trying to look for you, “Where’d they go?!” The other members were looking at Wooyoung confused but when they heard your teasing voice their mouths dropped in surprise, “Where’d who go?” Wooyoung squealed as he ran towards you to bring you into a bone crushing hug, “You came!”

Jongho

You knew Jongho was pretty bummed about not being able to dance because of his foot injury so you decided to show up to their latest show to try and make him feel better. He was sitting on a stool pretty close to where there was a curtain closing off the backstage area. You were carefully peaking past it as you watched as Jongho pouted. You made sure no one was watching you before you started to call Jongho's name to get his attention. He looked over confused but you saw the way his face instantly lightened up when he saw you. You gave him a quick cheer before your eyes widened at Jongho whenever he missed his part. Seonghwa looked confused as to what had Jongho distracted before he gasped slightly into the mic making you panic. You quickly shooed them and walked away so they wouldn’t get distracted any further. As soon as they were able to go backstage Jongho picked you up and spun you with his beautiful gummy smile, “Thank you, that made me feel so much better.”

456 notes · View notes