#vincent what do you even do in all your spare time

[venusxblue]

Ah yes, a pilot and his unemployed house husband

#final fantasy vii #final fantasy 7 #ffvii #ff7 #cid highwind #vincent valentine #valenwind #vincent what do you even do in all your spare time #besides sleep and brood #cid is obviously the breadwinner here #vincent and shera probably just sit around and drink tea together at home #so valid

[kisskiss-slashslash]

Slashers (plus Micheal) chasing their future s/o and mid chase they trip head first bc of a rock and their s/o just turns around and laughs at them. The slasher just get up and start chasing them again but there s/o can’t stop laughing

I think it’s a funny fic❤️

U don’t have to do this btw

Oh but I want to 😄 unfortunately I couldn't come up with a good scenario for Michael, sorry. If I ever get an idea for it I will add him to thia post

Slashers tripping and falling while chasing their future s/o

Jason Voorhees

Jason is unsure about chasing you, and that’s the only reason why this happens. Usually, when he is *really* determined to kill someone, something like that wouldn’t happen to him; not at Crystal Lake at least, where he knows every stick and stone by heart. He may get his weapon stuck in places, but tripping? No way.

But you… you are different. Really, you don’t seem like his other victims at all. Your only real “crime” is entering his territory in the first place. So yes, Jason isn’t quite as set on killing you. He might even let you get away.

He is debating with himself if sparing you would really be a good idea, when his foot gets caught on a small rock, and he finds himself face first on yet another rock, leaving him with a bloody nose.

You stop and look at him, your cheeks puffed up trying to contain your laugher. But when you try to speak, it just bursts out. Jason, of course, is not pleased, and immediately gets up to continue his pursuit.

Busy laughing as you are, you do not see the rope on the ground, and you quickly find yourself in the same position as Jason, face-first on the ground, with a nosebleed and a bruise on your face.

He catches up to you and you turn around. “I… guess I deserve it now, for laughing at you.” You see the blood dripping from underneath his mask and pull a tissue from your pocket. “Here. Sorry for laughing earlier.”

He hesitates before accepting, and once his bleeding nose is plugged up, he reaches out his hand to pull you to your feet.

Okay, it wasn’t nice of you to laugh at him, but you apologized. And that seals the deal for him; you’re a good one. You don’t have to die.

Vincent Sinclair

He actually trips over his own equipment. No idea *how* you got into his workshop while still breathing; you were probably trying to hide from Bo, only to find yourself face to face with his brother. Once he notices you, he of course grabs his ornate carving knifes and tries to attack you, only for the strap of his apron to get stuck at his chair, which causes him to trip over said chair while trying to untangle himself. And to put the cherry on top, when he hits the ground, his mask cracks and falls off.

You try to bite back your laughter. Unsuccessfully. Still, you decide to run before Vincent can recover.

He catches up to you in the living room of the house. Now maskless, he advances on you while you are alternating between giggles and sobs.

Then you can see him. And just kind of blurt out:“A pretty face like yours really shouldn’t be covered up by a mask.”

He lowers his knives, confused. Are you… *hitting on him*?

Freddy Krueger

Even in a world where he is god, Freddy isn’t quite safe from the little annoyances of every day life. This time, while making one of his usual quips, he makes a small misstep and lands on his ass.

You laugh, all of your fear going up in smoke, and with that, Freddy’s powers.

“Fucking hell”, he grumbles while he pulls himself to his feet. “What, you think I’m harmless just because I tripped, bitch?”

You are doubled over, holding your sides. “Oh really? Cause you don’t look that threatening right now, old man!”

He growls, frustrated that you are *right*. You are in his world now, but he can’t do anything because you’re not scared.

Brahms Heelshire

Brahms is pursuing you through the walls of his family’s estate, but underestimates his momentum while rounding a corner, which causes him to lose his balance and fall backwards.

You look at the sight, and while the laughter is bubbling up inside you already, you can’t help but feel the protectiveness you have started feeling towards your “charge” flare up.

He said he wouldn’t hurt you. He said he would be good. And really he has never hurt you, right?

Still chuckling to yourself, you walk up to him and offer your hand. “I think I win this round”, you say, trying to play it off as if you were only playing catch.

He looks up at you and allows you to pull him up. “You… were just playing?”

“Of course, would I be laughing otherwise?”

Brahms doesn’t quite believe that, but as long as it means you will stay, he won’t ask any more questions.

Bubba Sawyer

Bubba does tend to be a little bit on the clumsy side, so it’s no surprise when he loses his balance while swinging the chainsaw at you. It clatters to the ground, and gets dangerously close to cutting *him* instead.

You quickly grab the handle and turn it off, almost out of reflex, as if the person about to be cut by it hadn’t just tried to kill you.

The ridiculousness of the whole situation makes you burst out laughing. “What am I even doing here?”, you choke out inbetween tears of laughter. Then you shake your head and look at Bubba.

“You okay? The chainsaw didn’t get you, did it?”

He looks at you like you’re a hero. No, he can’t eat you. You saved him. He has to tell Drayton that you’re a friend now.

#slasher x reader #jason voorhees x reader #brahms heelsire x reader #bubba sawyer x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #freddy krueger x reader

[depression-napping]

Topics of Vincent

(Your resident translator was on a plane and had plenty of time to do some work so here we go with the second page of his profile ❤️)

This is long so content is under the cut

1) 身体に秘めたる魔獣の因子

The factor of the magical beasts hidden in his body

ヴィンセントはその体内に魔獣の因子を宿しており、ガリアンビーストに変身する能力を持つ。変身後は、俊敏さと力強さを兼ね��えた、文字どおり人間離れした動きが可能となる一方で、理性を失って暴走するため、肉体にはかなりの負荷がかかってしまう模様。ヴィンセントが睡眠に多くの時間を割くのは、特殊な体質のせいなのかもしれない。

Because of the factor that Vincent houses magical beasts within his body, he has the ability to transform into Galian Beast. After transforming, he gains the ability to move with both speed and strength that is literally superhuman. At the same time, his rational mind gives way to wild rampaging, and it seems to take quite a toll on his body. The fact that Vincent spares a lot of time sleeping may be due to the peculiar nature of his physical make-up.

2) 新しめの機械には弱い？

Is he bad with new technology?

ヴィンセントは、電源が入っていないカードリーダーを故障していると思い込み、起動させられずに四苦八苦*するなど、機械のあつかいには不慣れな様子を見せる。とはいえ、機械全般にわけではなく、タイニーブロンコに搭載された旧式の無線機は難なく使いこなしており、どちらかといえば古めの機械のほうがなじみがあるようだ。

Vincent has the mistaken impression that the card reader doesn’t work as it’s lacking a power source, and the device not activating seems to cause him all manner of distress*. [Please see the footnote this phrase is amazing] It seems he is inexperienced with handling such devices. Even so, it doesn’t mean he is generally bad with all technology per se, as he was able to easily handle the wireless radio on the Tiny Bronco. That is to say, he seems to be more familiar with older machines.

(*I just want to talk about this phrase 四苦八苦. It almost sent me into hysterics. It’s pronounced “shikuhakku” and it means great distress, but literally translates to “four and eight kinds of suffering.” It’s another idiomatic expression with Buddhist roots that refers to “birth, old age, disease, death, parting from loved ones, meeting disliked ones, not getting what one seeks,” and so on. Basically a summary of his life so far, minus the old age. But the fact that they used this term specifically to talk about his distress at newfangled technology just sent me. Literally you can read this as “modern technology causes him four and eight kinds of suffering.” Like the rest of what he’s gone through isn’t 四苦八苦? But the card reader not working is. I’m dead ya’ll. Like. Vincent needs this on a shirt. I need this on a shirt.)

3) Original VII Playback (Vincent Summary)

仲間に加えるかどうかを任意で選べるキャラクターながら、セフィロスや宝条と深い因縁があり、物語の背景を知るうえでは重要な役どころだった。関連作品のひとつ「Dirge of Cerberus -FFVII-」では主人公を務める。

The player can choose whether to befriend Vincent as he is an optional character. Since he has a deep connection to Sephiroth and Hojo, viewed in the context of the game’s background story, the role he plays is essential. He takes on the role of the main character in the related game, Dirge of Cerberus.

「フ… 悪夢にうなされる長き眠りこそ

私に与えられたつぐないの時間」

“Hmph… my long, nightmare-laden sleep has given me time to atone…”

(Picture captions)

追い詰められると、咆哮とともに赤黒いオーラをまとい、凶暴性さらに増す。

When pushed to the wall, with a loud roar, clad in a dark red aura, his savage nature increases further.

壊れた思ったものを叩いたり振ったりして直そうとするあたりは、どことなく前世代的。

When he tries to fix something he thought was broken by hitting and shaking it, somehow it seems like he’s from another generation.

#vincent valentine #ffvii rebirth #ffvii rebirth spoilers #translations #ffvii rebirth ultimania #enjoy!!!

[im-his-druidess]

You don’t have any A/B/O prompts that I like for Vincent so please just imagine a confused and curious Vincent scenting an in heat Omega tourist, just following what his instincts tell him to do

Okay but this is just *chef's kiss*

(Part 2)

“What the fuck is the matter with you?” you shouted, trying your best to claw at the hulking masked man that was crowded against you, but your hands were quickly swatted away as if they were nothing more than flies.

The man, an Alpha going by his spiced scent underneath the smell of paraffin wax and the fresh blood of your friends, was currently trying his best to touch and sniff every single part of you all at once. His face buried uncomfortably close to your throat, small huffs of warm breath tickling your sweat soaked skin from the slit on his mouth, and you grimaced at the sensation of both the cool wax mask against you and the feel of him pressed so close against you. His long black hair was surprisingly soft against your face and his large hands pawed at your waist and back. Trying to pull you as close to his body as possible.

“Get off of me!” you shrieked while wiggling against his hold only to end up whimpering in pain as long fingers fisted in your hair.

Almost instantly the grip eased up and he nuzzled against your jaw as if in apology.

You could feel a rumbling in his broad chest and he let out a hoarse croaky purr at the scent he finally found. It was the same scent that spared you from those wickedly sharp knives in his apron, spared you from the same bloody fate as your friends, and it was the same scent that called to every instinct thought long buried inside the man. It had stopped him cold with his knife posed over you and now he was petting and panting over you like an animal. You knew what it was that caught his attention and you wanted nothing more than to crawl underneath a rock or into the nearest swamp. It was the whole reason why you made your group stop at this desolate town. You had run out of suppressants, your Heat rearing its ugly head a week earlier than usual, and you had desperately hoped that you could find some at the local store before you succumbed to your own instincts. Then the friendly flirty mechanic started attacking your friends and the long haired man seemed to materialize out of nowhere and began chasing you when you escaped the gas station.

Now you were laying crumpled on a gravel trail with him on top of you. You let out a small scream when he forced his hips between your legs, trying to get even closer to you despite you jerking your body as far away as you could, and he released another chest-rumbling purr.

“Vincent! What in the ever-loving-fuck are you doing?” a man shouted some distance away and you went rigid at the familiar sound of the Alpha mechanic.

Bo, as he had introduced himself with a wink, had stumbled upon you both and you felt bile rise in your throat at the sight of him splattered with fresh blood. The Alpha that was currently aggressively scenting you barely lifted his head as he raised one hand. Long fingers curled and twisted in the air and Bo squinted at him. You had enough of your wits about you to realize that he was using ASL, but the motions were lost in your scrambled and panicked fueled brain.

Bo cocked his head in confusion before suddenly sniffing the air, catching your scent on the wind, and realization lightened his frowning features. A slow crooked grin curled his lips and you felt dirty at the wolf whistle he let out.

“Well, I’ll be damned. We caught ourselves an Omega in Heat,” he said with a giddy laugh and you renewed your desperate wiggling to try and clawed uselessly at the ground beneath you to try and pull yourself out from underneath the mountain of a man above you.

Vincent huffed against you, this time raising his head a bit more to look at Bo through a curtain of dark hair, and his fingers repeated the same motion. This time it was slower and more deliberate and was met with a scoff.

“Yeah, I heard you the first time. She can be yours first since you caught her, but let me know when you’re done. I might like a round or two with her,” he said with a predatory grin pointed your way and you felt tears sting the back of your eyes at his words.

Vincent lurched up, a strong too-warm hand wrapping around your throat firm enough to keep you pinned to the ground, and he stared down the still grinning Bo. Even though you couldn’t see his eyes through the mask you could feel the iciness of his stare.

A hoarse near-silent snarl ripped from him, the sound muffled through the mask but still sent a cold shiver down your spine at the obvious threat emanating off of him in waves, and the other Alpha scowled before wagging a finger at him in a disapproving fashion that you would have laughed at any other time.

“Don’t get all territorial, you fuckin’ freak. Don’t forget that she’s just a warm hole to fuck,” he growled as he jutted his chin in your direction and you wheezed as the hand on your throat tightened.

Then, without warning, you were in the air. You were hoisted up on a broad shoulder, your vison swimming at the sudden quick motion, and you were carried away from Bo and towards the house you had originally tried to run to in an effort to escape. You hysterically thought of an image of a caveman carrying off a cavewoman and your laugh sounded suspiciously like a sob. One of those large hands petted your hip and thigh as if trying to soothe you and you started to openly sob as he ascended a small set of stairs and carried you into the house.

His chest vibrating with another happy purr as the door shut behind you.

#Vincent Sinclair #vincent sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair headcanons #Request fill #House of Wax #house of wax x Reader #house of wax headcanon #bo sinclair #brian van holt x reader #Brian Van Holt headcanons #Brian Van Holt #the cryptid answers

[visualbutterflysworld]

Bf!Vinnie

Headshots fr fr.

y’all can request but just know it may take a long time

How you met

I think Vinnie definitely wouldn’t date anyone in the industry, or well marry anyone in the industry.

Anywho :P

I think you guys would met at the airport or maybe you’re a journalist? It would be super awkward but it would be a cute type of awkward situation yk.

After a few dates and blah blah blah

here’s the main canons !

Vinnie is super clingy.

Like this man loves to be on top of you. He does travel a lot so you don’t mind.

His love language is definitely physical touch.

I think he may also have a giving/receiving gifts love language. “Vinnie, I told you to stop buying me stuff.” “You said you needed a new watch?” “I wasn’t asking for you to buy me one!” “Oh well…this is a happy Friday gift?” “Vinnie!”

Vinnie would keep the relationship private but not a secret! Like when he posts about you or talks about you the comments are just filled with love and adoration.

“Show us Y/n!” “We came for Y/n? Not for you Vin.” “Tell Y/n I said hi!”

Vinnie loves playing pranks on you! He even calls himself the king of pranks.

*you minding your own business walking in the hallway* “Rah!” “Jesus fuck Vincent!” You definitely would prank him back. If he really makes you mad then you prank him by implying y’all do it and the you be like peace 🤗

Vinnie’s favorite part of you physically is your boobs! I know a lot of people think he’s an ass man but, naw I know he got a titty fixation.

“Let me play with your boobs.” “Vin, I’m reading.” “And?”

Vinnie likes smoking with you. Weed only tho! You actually make him stop smoking those nasty ass cigarettes.

*you coughing around him while he smokes a cigarette* “you okay babe?” “No, I’m asthmatic and you’re smoking that nasty ass cigarettes.” “Oh shit! Why didn’t you tell me!? I’m quitting right now” he probably would have to chew on those gum things for a while to get off the nicotine.

During intercourse, Vinnie makes sure you yk first. He also loves eating you out like there’s no tomorrow. Like you would have to constantly fight this man off. Like that one reel!

“Get off my car, Vinnie. Let me go to work!” You trying to pull out. Him coming to your window. “I could just have a smidge of coochie.” You would be laughing of course “Get away-” “Just a little bit. A parcel!” “No!” “Ma’am, could you spare something?” “No!” “Please!” “No!” “It’s been 15 hours!”

I think Vinnie would definitely want to marry you. Like you’ll change his view on marriage.

“Mama, I think I’m gonna ask Y/n to marry me.” “What! You’ve been together for only a year!” “I know but not like now! I think just sometime a few years down.” “Oh! Well go ahead!”

That’s all I got! Happy Halloween!

#vincent hacker #vinnie hacker #bwwm couples #bwwmromance #vhackerr #oneshot

[mundoperla]

Vincent Sinclair with a shy S/O

One day a bunch of teenage boys come and there openly flirting with her, while she did the job for Bo since there was no females to flirt with.

She came back to Vincent aggressively painting nude paintings of her in explicit positions something he’d never do because he was too shy. Catching her watching him, he finally did what he wanted to do out of anger

Sorry if it’s too much you don’t have to do nsfw if you don’t want too <3

HEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEGI

𝙁𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙋𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣.🔞

Vincent Sinclair x shy Fem!Reader

•

— Despite your reserved shy nature, you’ve got someone who’s the exact same eating that act up behind the scenes.

⚠️‼️tws;; creepy ass dudes saying creepy ass things, brief mentions of violence, vinny boy having indecent thoughts abt you, p in v SEX👺, fingering kind of??, overstimulation, basement sex too ig u could call it

i want him so bad

Lester hand already let you and his brothers know another group was being directed to Ambrose so guests were expected at some point in the day. Bo had asked you to stay at the station while he went back to the house to retrieve a few things, you understood what to do and what to say, how to be even just the smallest bit comforting despite being aware of what was to come to the unfortunate few who were to step foot into the town.

The loud honking of a car horn had startled you from the mindless scrolling you were doing on your phone, looking up through the glass doors to see a group of boys roughly around college age in the vehicle. Two of them had gotten out and walked into the shop, the usual ask of a fan belt was brought up and you got to your fake search for one.

“ Are all the girls around here as fine as you are? “ one of them whistled at you, you could feel your stomach drop in disgust but you merely laughed it off and continued to stay on the subject of the fan belt they needed. Reluctantly trying to swerve into a different conversation just so that the comment could be forgotten.

“ Hey come on now, he asked you a question and you’re not gonna answer ? How ‘bout once we finish up fixin’ our car you come out with us ? ” The second one stood straight behind you, his eyes were glued to you which made your anxiety worse.

“ I don’t think so. There isn’t a fan belt here it looks like.. try the house further up the road, not that far of a walk from down here. Bo should have spares up there. ” at this point you just said fuck it to trying to remain calm, you were screaming on the inside looking for every excuse in the book to get these fuckers to piss off.

Despite your efforts, they kept insisting that you leave the town with them to go who knows where. The last three guys in the vehicle outside poking their heads out to gawk at you like the pair inside. You were exhausted, tired, and you wanted more than anything for them to leave.

But most importantly, you wanted to see Vincent.

You weren’t too sure where he was or what he was doing, you naturally felt too afraid to bother him whilst he could be working. But god damn did you need to see him right now.

Luckily for your sake, Bo had came back. He could tell by your body language that you were uncomfortable, giving you a look of what could almost be described as worried.

“ You can head out, Vincent’s probably in his lil’ cave. I’ll take it from here.”

• • •

Vincent’s hands trembled as he hastily sketched onto the sketchbook he had flat on his desk. He felt sick at the thought of any of those men eyeing you down.

He wasn’t upset at you for anything that had transpired, he was upset that your timidness was turning him in at the most inconvenient time.

Bo had buzzed in to let Vincent know what had happened, to which Vincent was furious for but he also wanted to be there for you while it happened.

But of course, his mind wandered.

Would you cower if he made a bold comment towards you? Would you stutter on your words if he called you gorgeous? Would you do all of these while he made you writhe on his-

This was dirty.

Your shyness was always adorable to him, one of his favorite things about you to be exact. He couldn’t bring himself to tell you any of these raunchy thoughts so instead he uses his own abilities to get as close as possible to seeing you in your most vulnerable.

His head could only be filled with mental images of you in positions he couldn’t even name. His hands merely transfering it onto the paper in front of him, ripping each page of his sketchbook out onto the floor to later shove in a folder somewhere where nobody could ever see but him.

For fucks sake, now was an inappropriate time to be aroused. Yet his own desires persisted leaving him more frustrated than before. HE deserves you, HE’S the only one who should make you flustered and leave you stuttering. You understand this too dont you?

Would you still be shy if he had you stripped entirely for him on his bed? when he had you bent over his lap as he curled his fingers inside of you? Jesus the mess you’d make on him would drive him bat shit crazy. He’d completely shatter you in fromt of all of those men to show who you belonged to. He can’t stop this, god he needs you so terribly bad it hurts. Won’t you-

“ Vincent? ”

His head snapped to his left where you were standing. He didn’t hear you come down.

You picked up some of the sketches from the floor and stared at them, the same familiar blush creeping up on your cheeks the more you looked as well as scanning the page he was almost completed with. Vincent was relatively open with you about many things, but never with sexual topics out of fear you’d be disgusted.

All he could do was look at you, unsure of how to react by being caught drawing his own set of ‘material’ of just you. You’re equally as flustered as he is, however you’d be lying if you said you weren’t as turned on as he was.

You open your mouth to speak again but you’re immediately cut off as Vincent slams his sketchbook onto the floor and tosses you up on his table, hurrily moving his mask up to reveal only his lips to clash into your own. His calloused fingers are roaming your legs and all along your torso, everything is moving so fast you’re completely left with no room to cower. His mouth moves down from your jawline to your neck, further down as he begins to practically rip apart the shirt you were wearing, coincidentally it being one of his own.

“ Hey- H-hey Vincent! ”

Your words go through one of his ears and out the other one, he needs you now and he’s tired of waiting. He’s still pissed off from earlier, he needs to mark you, leave your brain scrambled so you can only think of him, let you and everyone else know who exactly it is you belong to. His long black hair drapes over his masked face, pooling through your fingers as you grab a handful of it whilst he continues to rip apart your clothing, leaving you completely bare on his table.

He’s struggling with his jeans to get them off him all whilst trying to scoot you closer to the edge. Once he’s fully put of his own garments he wastes no time inserting himself into you.

Vincent wont wait for you to adjust to his size, he’s rutting into you like a man possessed. His hands are squeezing your hips tightly, leaving deep purple bruises in their place. The mask still left his lips uncovered, enough for him to bite and kiss at your chest and shoulders.

It felt like the tip was battering the inside of your cervix, with every thrust it felt as if he was fucking all the air out of your lungs. There was only so much you could do in this position — let out one pathetic whine after the other as your boyfriend completely obliterated you.

Where can he cum first? your face? your stomach? your back? in your mouth? keep squeezing him the way you’re doing now and he’ll fill up your cunt with his load until he’s completely run dry.

Vincent purposely edges himself, he won’t let himself have his own release until he feels like you’ve had enough of your own.

You’ve came for him more times than you can count, your pussy feels so sensitive the more he rips another orgasm out of you. You’re well aware he’s enjoying the sight of his pelvis and his thighs covered in your juices.

All the pretty sounds you let out are his notion to keep going, flipping you on your stomach to have you bent over for him, one hand still firm on your hip whilst the other lands occasional slaps onto your ass. You’re gonna stay down here until he’s done.

Or at least until another buzz of the radio comes in.

“ Three on their way to you, last two’re at the house with me now. Be ready. ”

You can feel Vincent squeeze you ince more before pulling himself out of you begrudgingly. The sudden feeling of emptiness causing you to whine.

He wasn’t done yet. He had more to do with you.

Your hands manage to reach out to grab the sleeve of his jacket, pulling him in for another kiss. Despite his previous behavior this is what flustered him the most.

Putting your semi-torn clothing back onto you, he carries you over to the mattress he had settled in the corner of his workspace. He began to walk to tbe stairs to handle the guests that would be arriving soon, just before leaving he hears the ting of your voice;

“ When you get back let’s continue where we left off! ”

•••

#slasher imagines #slashers x reader #slasher x reader #slasher fanfiction #slasher smut #vincent sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair smut #house of wax fanfiction

[writingbyshiloh]

Vampire AU headcanons for the Marquis de Gramont

CW: 18+ for the smut part, Vampires, blood, blood drinking, a brief reference to sex in a mirror, slightly obsessive Vincent, slight NSFW content (but there is a warning before it too), (minor)Vincent blames the reader for drinking their blood, GN! Reader  I read it for grammar but we all know how that goes

Summary: Hcs about the Marquis du Gramont in a vampire AU. 

AN: I had the BIGGEST crush on Angel from Buffy so anything vampire is a yes from me. I wanted this to be headcanons with a few blurbs sprinkled about. Not sure what it turned out to be, but it's long and I feel like I focused more on the vampire than MVdG. Also thinking of doing vamp!reader and hunter!MVdG. If you don't like this concept it is okay just don't read

Being a vampire hunter is your life, and not to toot your horn but you're fairly good at spotting them, luring them into a secluded place and then killing him 

That's how you first spot him. 

A friend gave you a spare ticket to a ballet she's in, you dress up and go to support her. It’s good to balance normal things and monster hunting. 

The audience is small, spread out in the large theatre. She told you it's a special performance, for benefactors and close family/friends

You go to the bathroom during intermission, but end up bumping into him

Tall, dark hair, a pale face and handsome, his dark suit sparkling under the lights.

It takes a few minutes for you to realize that his a vampire, you’re more so used to the newer ones, drunk on immortal life mostly in night clubs. 

He's a gentleman though, oozing manners. If you had to guess he’s a couple of hundred years old 

You extend your hand to him for a handshake and tell him your name. He repeats in a soft French accent. Slender fingers cup your own as he brings your hand to his lips, gently placing a kiss on the back of your hand. You’re embarrassed by how fast your mind goes to all the other places you want to feel his lips. The lights flash above the both of you, a silent reminder that the show will continue. As you make your way back to your seat, half of you hopes that you'll see him again, and the other hopes you never do,

Turns out you don’t have to wait that long before seeing him again. You want to go back to congratulate your friend, tell her how great she was etc. He sees you and “accidentally” bumps into you backstage. Every part of your brain tells you to run, fight, and get away but you don't. You want to know him. 

He asks if he can see you again and you tell him to meet you at the Louvre. It’s a public place which makes you feel safer, 

Tells you to meet him during the night. You’re not sure how he gets this kind of access to places like this, he's loaded with money, he has to be to rent out a place like this overnight 

He tells you about the paintings, pointing out details and societal context that would have been important (almost like he was there during that period hmmm)

And you really should not be alone with a vampire in the museum, and if you were you should take the time to kill him 

But something keeps causing you to trust him. Plus you have fighting experience and he doesn’t even look like he gets his hands dirty, You'll be fine? Right? You can protect yourself 

(you can't)

He tells you that you should go to his estate, he has a private art collection, which he thinks would suit your tastes more 

(Don’t go to his house, you will not make it out the same)

You protest, not wanting to be in a house with a vampire, he tells you to come during the day if it makes you feel safer 

It almost feels like a joke when he says it

So you do

He leads the tour of his house but remains fully in the shadows. As long as you’re in the sunlight you'll be fine

The tour ends with his private art collection, you notice a theme of blood, eroticism, murder, and cannibalism. 

(He has some portraits of him done over the centuries there too)

You’re so caught up with looking at the paintings of him over time (and how he never ages). Most vampires try to hide what they are, especially with a slayer BUT he's not. He knows what you are and knows that you know what he is

As you admire the paintings, he takes the opportunity to shut the blinds, the gold chandeliers casting light and shadows over his face, making his face look more angular, teeth look sharper etc etc 

You’re looking at the painting while he looks at you, and your exposed neck

You’re not making it out unbitten HAHA

Only let's get into a few NSFW ones which lead into a whole other rambling

Neck kissing, hickeys, you name it

He's trying SO SO SO HARD not to bite you but can't resist some indulgences, trying to satisfy the craving by feeling your pulse points with his lips

This goes hand in hand w the classic vampire who can’t drink the blood of a loved one because of they do they won't stop 

Eventually, EVENTUALLY he does drink your blood and you both do get into it, but you also lose a lot of blood. His fangs hurt, like a strong pinch but it also feels really good. He can’t stop drinking until he notices that your cries of pleasure are now cries of pain, you’re getting too weak and are feeling sick.

This pulls him out of it, and the last thing you remember is his arms around you and his pale face coveted in your blood 

He's so upset that you tempted him into this (it’s still Vincent c’mon), and let him give into the vampiric urges 

Would bring you to some medical person in his estate and leave (even though it's his house)

You wake up dazed and confused (unsure if it was a dream but two bite marks on your neck prove it was real) and you KNOW that you NEED to get out of there 

You’re able to escape, but he’s not going to let you go that easily. 

Okay one more NSFW idea

As prev noted vampires don’t show up in mirrors 

And you can feel his, see his hands on you. He's sitting behind you, hands snaking down your body, but you can't see him in the mirror. 

You’re literally holding onto his arm but when you glance down you can see his hand but in the mirror, you holding onto nothing 

You end up having a lot of sex in mirrors, and he never stops enjoying how surprised it makes you

#actually v nervous posting this one #if U do not jive w the concept pls just ignore #marquis de gramont x reader #the marquis de gramont x reader #marquis vincent de gramont x reader #Marquis de Gramont headcanons #the marquis de gramont headcanons #another fic done and dusted this got away form me #I hope u like it anon!!!!!! thank you for requesting!!!!!!!!!!!! #also thank u alissa-xyz for all the gifs u made they def help

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Friends fight too

all turtles x fem!reader (platonic, best friend relationships)

summary: friends fight all the time and sometimes it gets a bit too far

A/N: this is probably my, like, 5th angst fanfic of these turtles. told ya im the expert when it's angst; i like to break people's hearts ;)

"the best fights don't occur between strangers. they occur between friends who trust each other." - chuck palahniuk

It was a cool simple Tuesday night when the turtles and you went out for your patrol. You're a still in training to become part of their team as a female ninja - a kunoichi. You've trained under their watch and Splinter's but mostly Splinter. The turtles, when not occupied to save the city under Chief Vincent's order, would train you.

Even Mikey. Yes. His classes aren't easy to catch up especially when he's hyped about you joining their team. He makes sure you eat enough so you can build a muscle.

"Don't be as bad as Raph, though." He said one time and with sharp ears, Raph threw a spare shoe at Mikey's head and knocked him over.

Almost 9 months into training, you were 87% ready according to Donnie's statistics. A week or two and you'll be 100% ready depending on your confidence.

Whoever said ninjutsu was easy, they're nuts. Here you are in your early 20s learning extensive martial arts, you are sure your legs are going to give out the moment you're in real combat.

Which is happening right now - Donnie's monitors picked up movements from a factory 10 minutes from their whereabouts and Casey Jones, who is now the NYPD's lead detective, contacted them that there was a gang infiltrated the place. The turtles responded.

"We'll be there by truck." Leo informed Casey and turned to you, "Head back to the lair."

"Wait, I'm not going with you? I'm almost full-on kunoichi."

"It's too dangerous, y/n. You're not ready for this combat yet."

"So I head straight to the lair after my 9-5 job to do my training despite being in my 20s and busted my ass doing the training and you're benching me? What the fuck, Leo?" You were pissed. What's the point of training so hard if he's pushing you away from real combat?

"Guys, we have to go." Donnie called. Without further arguments, you ended up following them to their mission.

Part of you was excited but deep down, you were nervous. Perhaps Leo was right; maybe you weren't 100% ready and into the mission.

"You okay, angel?" Mikey interrupted your thoughts and nudged your knee. "It's alright, I'll protect you! Just stay behind my back and fight as many bad people as you can!"

Oh, that much you could do and it was easy bringing down human fighters. There were 30 of them against 5 of you. It was a piece of cake until-

Whatever these gang wanted to retrieve, it was important to them as they're willing to hold down 4 large turtles and cut their skin with their blades while you stood there with a grey suitcase in your hand, threatening to throw it into a pit of fire below you. Above you was a gap to the rooftop, a chance for you to escape with the suitcase to your reinforcements outside waiting for you; Casey.

You were about to escape until you see their leader taking out a shotgun that brings down large animals and you knew it was enough to kill the turtles with one shot. Their shells may be bulletproof but their physical bodies weren't.

"Give us the suitcase, little girl, or your mutant friend's head will explode in pieces." The gun pointed at Mikey's head and he exclaimed, trying to struggle his way out but there were more than 5 men holding him down.

"Run, y/n! Get out of here!" Raph shouted but all you heard was ringing in your ears. You froze. You started wheezing at the thought of your friends getting taken down by a shotgun.

You made a huge mistake.

You didn't remember a thing - as soon as your mind was clear, you were outside the now burnt down factory but the suitcase you thought you were holding was gone. Your fists formed into a ball and repeatedly hitting yourself.

Stupid, stupid, stupid!

The ride back to the lair was dead silent, even Mikey didn't look too happy. The truck abruptly stopped at an empty undercross bridge, away from the main lights and city. The turtles stepped outside and this was it; you knew they were furious at something- or rather, someone.

"What the heck were you thinking, y/n? You had that suitcase with you and you had that chance to escape to Casey." Leo started, calm on the outside but pissed on the inside. He towered over you as he speaks, "If you didn't play hero, this case would've been closed."

"Why the heck did you stay up there?" Raph's critic came after.

"Now the suitcase is gone. It was our only source to ever find these gangs. They're tougher than the foot clan." Donnie remained calm but his arms were crossed staring at you. "All evidence of them existing, just gone."

"y/n.." no, not Mikey too. "You could've ran and save yourself. We'd be totally okay."

"They were gonna shoot you, Mike. I can't--"

"Didn't I say you weren't ready for this? And what did you do then? Full-on kunoichi, you say? Not even close to our level," Leo went up to your face, scaring you for the first time. "You screwed up our plans all because you were too cocky to admit you can't be like us. Master Splinter was wrong about you being the addition to our team."

Strike one: to the heart.

"If you weren't stupid enough to freeze like a deer caught in headlights, the cops wouldn't look at us like we're a joke. Thanks to you, by the way." Raph scoffed, eyes glaring at your shaking figure.

Strike two.

"If only you had stayed behind." You couldn't believe your ears when Donnie mumbled that but you caught on, tears pooling down your cheeks.

Strike three.

Mikey stayed silent the whole time they criticized you and went inside the truck. The 4 of them got so caught up in their own feelings and disappointment, they drove off back to the lair not realizing they left you behind in the streets all by yourself.

Just like that - something in you snapped and as the last tear dropped to the wet ground, so does your body.

The beautiful April O'Neil entered the lair 5 days after the accident happened with Chinese food takeouts and Casey walking in behind her with boxes of pizzas. "Hey, guys! Food's here!" Casey called out and immediately all 4 turtles rushed towards their human friends. Mikey practically hogged two pizza boxes but Casey smacked his hand away. "Excuse you. Ladies first." He winked at April.

After the turtles thanked them, Leo broke the ice, "How's everything at the precinct, Case?"

"Actually, we got a lead on the gang's movement. We have our spy with them."

"That was quick." Donnie commented.

"Uh, have you heard from y/n lately?" Raph asked, causing tension in the air. While the turtles looked at each other guiltily, they failed to realize Casey and April sharing looks.

"Have you?" Donnie realized his human friends weren't answering. He turned to April this time. "April?"

"Wait-" Casey pulled April aside, far enough so the turtles don't hear them whispering, "We were instructed not to tell them, April. She said-"

"I know.. she said not to tell but--"

"Guys!" Raph's voice boomed the lair, flinching at how loud he was being. "Sorry but are you hiding something from us? Did something happen to y/n?"

All April could do right now was shaking her head, her facial expression gloomed.

Both April and Casey's phone dinged at the same time. Looking at each other curiously, they looked down their phones. Slowly, the message registered in their heads and without saying anything, they rushed out of the lair leaving the turtles bewildered.

The turtles haven't heard from April and Casey for 2 hours. Whatever the message they received, it was involving their 5th member; you.

Unable to sit still, the 4 of them followed Casey's GPS.

"Casey's at the PD?" Leo frowned. "Then there's nothing to worry about, right?" When Donnie didn't answer and looked as if he's concentrating on something, Leo caught on. "You hacked into Casey's phone and listening to the conversation?"

"What-- uhh yeah," Donnie chuckled guiltily. "But nothing's happening. He's just catching up with another case that's-- hey, it's April's voice!" Donnie put on a speaker for the rest to hear.

"Hey, how's everything going?" Casey asked her.

"It doesn't look good, Case.. They called me at 2am saying her heartbeat stopped from the toxins and managed to revive her back to life but then she had a seizure." April's voice trembled, followed by sniffing. "She was fine when we picked her up that night and told me the turtles were mad at her. They left her when she was dying, Case. I never thought--"

"It's okay."

"Wait, dying?" Mikey stepped back. "y/n's dying?"

"We don't know for sure it's y/n.. m-maybe it's--"

"y/n is a tough girl. She lasted long in that mission. I didn't even know she was stabbed and injured badly. She-- she's good at hiding her pain, April. At least we found her on time."

"T-They're talking about y/n!" Mikey was already sobbing.

"Toxins? Stabbed? Their blades were poisoned," Donnie barely whispered, stepping back in disbelief by what they just overhead. Raph was pacing in the background; Leo had his head down. They will always recall the night they criticize you - yes, they were disappointed they failed the mission but half of them feared for your life that night.

They nearly lost April to Shredder throwing her off Sacks building and they didn't want to repeat that mistake again but history repeats itself.

The PD had built a secret entry for the turtles' transportation to go through and that's where they're headed immediately after finding out what happened to you.

"Chief Vincent." The brothers walked into the PD, their tall forms towering over all the cops and staffs there. They were told to keep their existence a secrecy and they came over a lot for complicated missions so they're used to the turtles bursting into their department.

"Leonardo," Vincent greeted. "I don't remember calling you over about a case."

"We're not here for a case. We need your help with something." Leo started, then Donnie moved to the front handing her a canister with a blue chemical inside.

"This is for y/n.. we know what happened to her so I made an antidote for the toxin in her body. She'd feel more pain but this would detoxify her internal organs. She'll be in good shape after 1 week of bed rest." Donnie swallowed trying not to cry.

Don't cry, Don. Be strong.. for y/n.

"I will." Chief Vincent smiled in encouragement and put a hand on Donnie's large ones, "Don't worry. We have the best doctors to treat her. Keep her in your prayers," she flinched, "if you believe in those, though."

The antidote Donnie created worked, much to the doctors' surprise. They asked the genius behind the creation. After 1 painful week of your body detoxing, you finally opened your eyes to bright lights and the holter monitor annoying you. You finally recall the past events and your body shot up, forgetting the sharp pain on your lower abdomen. You hissed by the excruciating feeling.

"y/n, hey hey hey, it's me April." April held you back from moving so much. As if your reaction says it all, she sighed, "You got poisoned on your last mission. Did you remember?"

Oh yeah, you remember - when your body hit the ground, you were conscious for a while and pressed the emergency button to whoever's responding. The turtles didn't have their own personal phone, except Donnie's communication device, so it was April that came to the rescue. All you remember was being brought to the emergency room and doctors asking you questions. You blacked out after that.

"Yeah." you responded, voice half gone. April handed her water. "How long was I out?"

"15 days."

"Feels like centuries." You grumbled.

April laughed, "Actually, you died like twice and the hospital couldn't find other solutions to help you. Luckily, our friend created an antidote for you after they found out." You frowned. "I know you said not to tell them but Donnie hacked Casey's phone when they overheard me talking. He actually thought I didn't know." She winked at the end.

You finally got discharged and went straight to the Chief Vincent, who helped with your treatment.

"Chief, I'm sorry I screwed up on our last mission. Don't blame the turtles; they were trapped and I was the one holding the suitcase that night. I should've ran and hand it to you."

"Well, sometimes things don't go our way. But the good news, our medical team managed to track down the poison that came from your body and traced it to a well-known dealer in (F/C/N). Thanks to you, our team is already there apprehending them." She put a hand on your shoulder. "Good job, l/n."

"Good job but at the cost of my life." You grumbled.

April chuckled and put her arms around you. "Wanna see our turtle friends? They've been waiting for your return."

It felt like years since you last walked into the lair, when it's only been 15 days. Even though you missed the turtles, you were anxious. If they weren't so concerned about looking good infront of the humans and paid attention to your injury, none of this would have happened.

But you were at fault too and you accepted that.

"Guys!! Guess who's home!" April yelled out, surprising you a bit cause you were deep in your thoughts.

You heard loud footsteps running towards you and without warning, Mikey landed infront of you making you scream in surprise.

"Whoa whoa whoa! Chill, it's me Mikey! We're cool!" he stepped back after seeing your terrified expression.

The rest huddled up infront of you asking questions here and there until April pushed them away. "Guys, she just got discharged; go back a bit. And no Mikey, she did not see Rihanna at the hospital."

You waved meekly. "Hey, guys."

Raph couldn't help himself and hauled you up in a gentle hug, his chin over your shoulder. "You dumbass. Don't you ever do that again." He forgets about his dignity and sobbed after finally hugging you. Feeling your flesh against his. You were alive. You're in his arms.

Donnie came next and hugged you gently, your arms around his neck. Of course, you didn't miss him sniffing. "Thank goodness the antidote worked. I-I was desperate to make it for you a-and if it didn't work, y-y-y--"

"Okay, braniac." You pulled away laughing, wiping his overflowing tears from his cheek. "It worked and it was hell for me but my body is healthy, thanks to you." You kissed his forehead.

"And you--" you turned around to see Mikey waiting for his hug and you jumped into his arms. "If I die, who's going to finish our hip hop Christmas album?"

"I'm not finishing it without you, angel." Mikey sobbed.

Then finally, Leo. Man, he was getting antsy waiting for his turn to properly welcome you home. And apologize to you earnestly. When you turned around to hug Leo, he was bowing 90 degrees at you. Your eyes widened.

"I'm sorry for what I said to you," Leo remained still in his position. "I was angry and blinded by my pride that I overlooked my own team member and sister who was injured badly to the brink of death. For that, I'm truly sorry and I'm willing to accept any punishment you're giving me."

"Any punishment, you say?"

"Yes." His fists shaped into a ball.

"Buy me Baskin Robbins, choco mint flavoured and--" Leo looked up when you paused and thought he'd be seeing you angry or upset but instead sees you forming tears in your eyes, "--a hug from you. I haven't gotten a hug from you ever since I started my training."

Leo reacted and hugged you so tight you might suffocate to death but you didn't care.

#tmnt 2016 #tmnt bayverse #tmnt bayverse x reader #tmnt angst #tmnt 2014 #tmnt leonardo #tmnt raphael #tmnt donatello #tmnt michelangelo

[bella-goths-wife]

Slashers kinks (NSFW)

Michael Myers

I could see Michael as someone who has to always be in control- even in the bedroom

He would need to you to submit to him and would always want to be in a dominant position because of the power he holds over you in that moment

I do think he has a power play kink

He would love to use his pure strength on you

Not too much obviously because that would kill you, and I don’t know about you but being killed really puts me out the mood y’know

He’d love to use you like a personal rag doll to throw and use whenever he wants to

Definitely would hold you up by your neck and choke you so yep add a choking kink to the list

Overall i think he would be open to new things in the bedroom as long as he’s in control

Bo Sinclair

Big daddy kink

No I mean huge, to the point you would have to call it him to get his attention some days

He has a thing for roleplay

He likes it when you play a helpless victim, and he plays the killer who spares your life for a favour (wink wink)

He also likes to play the role of the mechanic working on your car and you play the clueless bimbo/himbo who forgot their credit card

Would be open to doing it in public places but only in Ambrose so you’ve practically got a lot of privacy considering the chances of someone actually catching you is very slim

Could see him having a biting kink but more because he likes to mark you up

Vincent Sinclair

I think Vincent would love a dominant partner

If you are a fem Dom I could imagine him either calling you mommy or mistress

If you are a masc Dom then it would be either daddy or master

Has a huge thing about going down on you, just seeing how much pleasure it brings you is enough to make him cum in his pants

Enjoys being ordered around

Loves it when you kiss his neck or just behind his ear

Is a total sub but could occasionally be a Dom if you asked for it specifically but would always end with you dominating because he just doesn’t know what to do

Thomas Hewitt

He would have to have a romantic setting

Like candles, music, the whole shebang

Definitely a soft Dom

Loves gentle, slow, loving sex and adores it when he can look in your eyes and see every pleasure filled look you give him

He loves it when he can control the pace

Like let’s say he lets you ride him, he’ll have his hands on your hips the entire time guiding you in a loving gentle way

Definitely prefers having sex in the dark because of his insecurities about his face

Would love it if you had sex in the basement one time but he’s too scared holt, or god forbid Luda May, would walk in

Also has a bit of a breeding kink for any gender, doesn’t matter

Asa Emory

Obviously he wants to have a masochistic sub for a sexual partner

Will never ever under any circumstances give you any ounce of control

Is very possessive over you so he would love to mark you up

Giant knife kink

Wants to carve his name into your body with his favourite knife while also being balls deep inside of you

Very into you cockwarming him while he does his work for his day job

If you squirm even a bit too much for his liking he will edge you until tears are streaming down your face

VERY into edging and punishment

You will be in a sub Dom relationship

Rules and all

He will be called master, no ifs, ands or buts

Overall your always sore

And I mean always

Tiffany valentine

Mommy? Sorry. Mommy?

Yes Tiffany has a massive mommy kink

Adores it when your tied up in black or red ropes

Has a bit of a gun kink

Has a fantasy of you two fucking which her holding a gun to your head with you doing the same to her

She’d see it as the ultimate act of devotion if your willing to risk your life while giving her immense pleasure and love

Likes to dress you up in gothic lingerie

Especially wants to get you a collar with mommas girl/boy/pet in glitter on the front

I do believe that she would enjoy spanking you as a form of punishment

Otis driftwood

Massive brat tamer

Would love a bratty sub S/O

Likes the power of putting you in your place over and over again until you submit

Massive blood kink

Like bite down on his shoulder until he bleeds and get some of that blood in your mouth and on your teeth?

This man would kiss you the hardest he ever has before because of how aroused it made him

Probably give you the odd spank on the ass during sex buy nothing too major

Quickies in public places hold a special place in his heart

Sex with clothes on turns him on

Major fan of hair pulling on himself

Bit of a masochist

Baby firefly

Massive brat

Wants a switch partner so that they can put her in her place when she wants it but she can also turn the tables and turn you into a whimpering mess of a human

Loves to humiliate you and degrade you until she can have you fully submit to her

Enjoys it when you ride her thigh just so she can call you a “poor little puppy” and call you pathetic for humping on her leg like a little mutt in heat

But she also enjoys it when she’s the submissive one and you gently or roughly praise her

You two are like the ying-Yang of doms

Likes it when you call her sweetie or honey in a gentle voice because it makes her feel safe and loved

Adores eye contact

#asa emory x reader #bo sinclair x reader #michael myers x reader #thomas hewitt x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #Vincent Sinclair x reader smut #bo Sinclair x reader smut #michael myers x reader smut #asa Emory x reader smut #tiffany valentine #Tiffany valentine x reader #Tiffany valentine x reader smut #otis driftwood x reader #baby firefly x reader #Otis driftwood #Otis driftwood x reader smut #baby firefly #baby firefly x reader smut #gender neutral reader #smut #michael myers #bo sinclair #vincent sinclair #asa emory #thomas hewitt x reader smut #Thomas Hewitt

[othervee]

Season 3

On my rewatch though not finished yet. I had to take a break. Thoughts so far:

In the opening scene the queen doesn't even LOOK at Wilhelm as she comes in. Not a glance! Although she certainly watches Simon when he comes back after the little recess.

Boys! Why didn't you pre-warn your respective mothers about the drugs, at least? Sitting in front of August and his stepdad at a mediation is the second worst possible way for them to have found that out, and surely you would know he would bring that up because that's the only leverage he has apart from being the spare.

LOVE Wilmon boyfriends era. I love the soft little smiles and touches, the heart emojis, the way they say "puss" when they say goodbye. The fact that when they see each other for the first time they kiss in front of everyone and all the Hillerska background noise and chatter completely fades to nothing, because there's nothing else but them in the world.

Happy Wille is so adorable, decorating his bedroom with the poem and the polaroid of Simon... and then sitting down and being restless. Everything has changed and nothing has changed at the same time.

The way it cuts from the fight scene to Wilhelm and August sitting silently in Boris' office is LOL forever.

They are actually talking about the racism and classism. And again, it has to be the elites who find out it exists and what form it takes, to see that change should happen. August, who scoffed at Wille's "socialist safari" in season 1, is now angry when Vincent talks about them "sitting on the bus to the slums". Felice is not just aware of the microaggressions but actively pointing them out to the other girls. So glad that she points out the hair thing - and Stella's utterly tone-deaf reaction.

(There's at least one scene back in s2 where the housemother tells her to put her hair up and then Stella or Fredrika, I forget which, also puts hers up. Is there one in s1?)

And Felice's reaction when she hears about her father's experience at Hillerska. He started out as himself and ended up a complete cookie-cutter perfect upper-class Swede, and he thinks that's OK. And that it's important for her to do it too.

The Wilhelm/Kristina and Sara/Micke parallels they are drawing this season are really interesting. They represent potential futures for their children. Micke is Sara if she retreats from the world and from trying to form and maintain true relationships. Kristina is Wille if he retreats from himself and continues to put up a facade.

Micke has some pieces of childrens' art on his walls and a photo of a little girl... Sara as a child? Sara and Simon's artworks from their childhood? If so, that's really powerful and sad.

Wille's frog prince has the YR stylised crown:

Loved the kids all partying together. Kids are kids, whether rich or not. But oh, Fredrika, you are such a naive little nuffnuff.

Wille's SSSHHHH! to Simon in the tent is so like Kristina.

I am not surprised by the Erik thing at all. But I am curious about how that particular initiation went down, and how the homophobic taunting was stopped. Nils says, "I didn't dare to speak up". August says, "Hey, at least we put a stop to it. We kept our promise. We didn't do the same thing to our first years." Did one or both of them react? Who was it who promised to stop it, and to whom?

I have not forgotten that in s2e3, when Wille asks Boris whether Erik used to come to him, Boris says, "It can be useful to see someone like me, so that you don't feel you have to risk hurting somebody." We see that panic attacks run in the family; do violent outbursts, too?

I have so many thoughts about the royal family this season but that's going to take a longer post. "Not in my family", eh, Wille?

#young royals #young royals analysis #young royals season 3 #young royals spoilers #young royals season 3 spoilers #yr s3 spoilers

[frenziedslashers]

Hello can I request a post about slashers with a Charlotte La Bouff kinda reader?

If you can't its no problem.

Well bye bye

Omg I love this idea 😭😭 I am going to be shortening my slasher list so I can do more of these and not feel as overwhelmed. So if there is a slasher on here that I did not go over and you wanted me to feel free to send in another ask my friend!

Slashers with a Charlotte La Bouff S/O (Implied NSFW with some):

Thomas Hewitt:

He would love it, personally

I think he would find it so amazing how bubbly and loving you are. You would probably be one of the few extroverted people that he can handle without you draining his social battery

The love and tenderness that you give to him he absolutely yearns for

Plus he just likes your positivity towards everything. It's something that he often needs in his life with how grim and dull it is.

So he keeps you away from all the bad things that he does and has you helping Mama most of the time. He even give you chances to leave if you really want to. With having you around he sometimes feels like you're a butterfly he has trapped in a jar. So beautiful yet unable to stretch your wings fully. So he makes sure that you know you have a chance to leave when his family isn't looking.

Bubba Sawyer:

He LOVES it loves it.

He likes your attitude so much and if you dress all pretty like she does that's just icing on the cake. Poor Bubba is so head over heels for you, he'd fold if you looked at him the right way.

He would love it if you did his makeup for him if that was something that you do. He just loves your style and the products that you have. He even gets Drayton to go out and get you new stuff if you need any.

He likes how kind hearted you are too. He might cry a little if you're too nice to him, poor guy is so touch starved he doesn't know what to do with your gentle touches and words of affection.

He also lets you know that you have a chance to leave if you really want to.

OG Michael Myers:

He hates it at first. Truly it was more of a reason to kill you,, but he soon figures out that you're nice to everyone. Literally everyone.. and that intrigues him. Especially with how closed minded the people of his home town can be.

He keeps an eye on you for quite a while, and if you ever run into trouble with anyone, you soon find out the next day that they "disappeared".

When the two of you do end up "meeting" he is very insistant that you are now his, so to speak. He, unlike Bubba and Thomas, does not care if you feel like a butterfly trapped in a jar. Call him a butterfly collector in this instance, because he's confident that he will have you as his own.

He likes how nice you are, it's a nice change, but he also likes how gullible you are too. Easy for him to manipulate.

You really aren't going anywhere once he gets ahold of you.

RZ Michael Myers:

This michael is pretty much the same as OG michael. He's just more interested in you from the beginning and you notice him sooner.

He thinks that you can be his spouse in his shitty little family that he wants to reunite. So he wants you to meet his mother and sister, eventually. He wants his family together.

He thinks that his mom would like you, which is really why he takes a liking to you so quickly.

Vincent Sinclair:

The man is stopping in his tracks the moment he sees you in the museum with your friends. He thinks you're so facinating and neat, how pretty and bubbly you are. It warms his insides, truly. Especially if he witnesses or finds out that you were just as sweet and nice to his brothers as you are your friends.

He has to decide if he wants you in his museum or for himself. I mean, he wants to preserve your beauty afterall, but he decides on the latter, requesting to his brothers that they spare you. He wants to keep your kindness if you'll let him.

That isn't too hard of a decision either if you end up accidentally meeting him and you're kind to him, unlike your friends or past tourists. It gets him all flustered and he hardly knows what to do. He hasn't really ever had anyone be as nice as you are to him right now. It just sweetens the deal that Vincent wants you to himself.

Lester Sinclair:

He's kind of confused, honestly. I mean, you're so sweet, and hell-a attractive, but you're being sweet to him? A stinky guy who thinks he's the least attractive guy in Louisiana? Well shucks, he hardly knows what to do.

So he tells you a joke, and then another, and another, until you're a laughing mess and your friends are groaning and grumbling. He finds your laugh so mesmerizing, he could listen to it all day if he could. He'd be more than happy to make this ride last a lot longer than it is.

When you all get to the town, instead of leaving like normal, he stays and escorts you all to Bo. He claims it's in order to make sure you all stay safe. No telling what sort of critters could wander into town, or weird homeless people wandering the countryside. If you call him anything like your "knight in shining armor", bro is absolutely folding and blushing like a teenager. He doesn't know what to do with himself.

When you all find Bo, Bo takes notice that Lester is still there in town. He also takes notice of who his little brother is eyeing up the whole encounter and it brings a smirk to his face. Lester doesn't even have to ask and Bo knows that you're to be unharmed. Bo has a lot more sinister ideas that could be done for you, such as holding you hostage and using you to their advantage, but Lester is too mesmerized by your kindness to think that way. You've truly blinded the guy and all he wants is for you to stay and call him cute. He's like a dog at your feet, and you hardly know it.

Bo Sinclair:

Oh, he likes it, in more ways than one.

You're sweet demeanor has him buzzing with a feeling he hasn't felt in years. Your compliments and kindness only fuels his ego, and it has him wanting more. Plus, he finds you appealing. He just knows with the right words he could potentially make you his pillow prince(ss). He isn't complaining if you have a secret dominant side to you that you hide, though.

He likes how flirty you get, yet how innocent it all seems. You truly are like royalty in his shitty little wax town, and he wants you for his own.

He does end up keeping wooing you one way or another. He doesn't have his southern charm for nothing. If he wants something or someone, Bo will do everything in his power to get it. Whether you stay alive after or not is truly up to you. Will you stay with him and his brothers, or will you try and run?

Otis Driftwood:

A lot like Bo he likes the appeal to you. The fact that he just knows that he could have you on your back underneath him in no time is a challenge that he is willing to take. He wants you for his own, a trophy that he cn gloat about to anyone he pleases.

He also won't admit it, but he liked the way that you treat he and his family when you first arrive. God, the things he would do for someone who would act interested in his conspiracies and rants. He'd kill, goddammit.

So, Otis will be keeping you around and convince you into thinking that your friends left you behind for as long as he can keep it that way. He is making sure that you can't leave, too.

Baby Firefly:

Baby loves it a lot, actually. You're just so sweet and kind. She could just eat you up, really. She wants you to stay around for as long as you can, enough for her to convince you to stay at least. She could use someone else with a bubbly personality around the place.

She also really likes it if you do makeup. She wants you to do hers, and for you to check out her own makeup and would love if you could give her some feedback on it. She also wants to show you her show during the family talent show. She's definitely asking if you could join her on a duet sometime, too.

She convinces herself that you are staying, and if your friends show an interest in leaving, she will get rid of them before they can convince you to leave with them. She is keeping you around no matter what.

Brahms Heelshire:

You come to the mannor as his new nanny and he is intrigued from the moment that you walked through the door.

He loves everything about you, even if you decide not to wear vibrant colors one day around the mannor. You are still brightening the place up with your personality and he loves that. He also loves that you are so caring with the doll. It shows him how caring you are and in a way he envy's the doll. He wishes it were really him that you were reading to. His head in your lap while you play with his hair. It's something that he daydreams about a lot.

When he does finally show himself to you, he's happy if you accept him. Super happy, actually. Even if it does take you a while to fully get comfortable with him.

He loves how patient you are with him, especially if you're very motherly with him. He just loves it, and he loves you. He is super thankful that it was you that came to stay at the mannor.

He will find a way to keep you there with him, too. He's probably more successful than most the people on this list when it comes to the keeping you alive part. He has a 50/50 chance of charming you enough for you to stick around at least.

#brahms heelshire #brahms heelsire x reader #brahms heelshire headcanons #baby firefly #baby firefly x reader #baby firefly headcanons #otis driftwood #otis driftwood x reader #otis driftwood headcanons #bo sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair headcanons #lester sinclair #lester sinclair x reader #lester sinclair headcanons #vincent sinclair #vincent sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair headcanon #bubba sawyer #bubba saywer x reader #bubba sawyer headcanons #thomas hewitt x reader #thomas hewitt #thomas hewitt headcanons #og michael myers #og michael myers x reader #og myers headcanons #rz michael myers #rz michael myers x reader #rz michael myers headcanons

[slasherhaven]

Hi, what about a fic where reader likes Vincent, and Bo likes reader. You can choose Vincent's opinion on the matter. Thanks :)

Bo Sinclair likes you but you like Vincent Sinclair:

It drove Bo insane. The way you behaved differently towards him and his brother. It was so obvious but his twin seemed completely oblivious.

Whenever Vincent walked into the room, your face lit up. You greeted him with a smile, and you couldn't do enough for him. You fed him, made sure he drank water, you made sure he got decent amounts of sleep. You cared so much about him, he and Lester knew that. How couldn't Vincent?

On the other hand, when Bo was around, you were quieter. You were still kind and caring towards him, but it was like you didn't want to put a foot wrong, worried that he would snap at you. Maybe that was his fault...

He knew he hadn't been the friendliest brother when you first started staying in Ambrose. He had probably been difficult to be around, always suspicious of you.

Either way, it didn't matter. You so clearly only had eyes for Vincent and Bo fucking hated it. Couldn't you spare him just a fraction of the attention you gave Vincent? Bo had never felt so pathetic.

The little things you did just prompted this...fuzzy feeling in his chest that he wasn't used too. But Vincent got more of your attention than he did.

Bo was the traditionally attractive twin, but he knew that was all he had over his brother.

Vincent might have had some unfortunate scarring, may not have much of a voice, but he was talented and creative. He had been their mother's favourite, so why wouldn't he be your favourite as well?

Sometimes, as pathetic as he thought it was, Bo would try to picture himself in Vincent's place.

Being on the receiving end of you affection.

He would picture how he would notice the hearts in your eyes, unlike Vincent, and take the initiative.

How he would hold you when you embraced him, how he might even surprise you with a kiss.

Of course, you would return his kiss eagerly, grateful that he had finally noticed your feelings and helped you move to that next stage.

Bo pictured how you would cling to him, fingers running through his hair as you pull him closer.

He pictured you pulling away from that kiss with a breathless smile, telling him that you love him.

But by the end of the fantasy, Bo is reminded that it is just that. A fantasy.

It wouldn't be him who you greeted with a hug, who could kiss you as you pleased. It was Vincent who's hair you would play with, it was Vincent who you would whisper words of love to.

That would never be him, but it could be Vincent.

Goddamn it, Bo was almost annoyed with Vincent for being so oblivious, for not making a move, for wasting so much time.

Vincent was exactly where Bo wanted to be, the centre of your attention, and he wasn't appreciating it the way he should.

Fuck, Bo feels pathetic.

It's torture, watching you both pining for each other but he can't bring himself to push either of you in the right direction because it would just hurt him too much.

The tragic irony is that Bo can get snappier at you from time to time when you've been particularly affectionate towards Vincent. The last thing he wants is to hurt you but sometimes it's just easier for him to push you away, to blame your lack of interest in him on that.

It takes time but you and Vincent eventually get together.

Just more torture for Bo, and in his own home of all places.

He is happy for Vincent, he really is. He loves his brothers, he loves Vincent and is glad that you're making him happy, he deserves that but, fuck, does it hurt.

And he's glad that you're happy, he likes seeing you smile, but he wants to be the one who makes you smile, who makes you happy.

Perhaps of you were with somebody else, a stranger, he would pursue you without hesitation. But it was Vincent, he couldn't do that to his brother.

That's why he couldn't have you, because he wouldn't hurt Vincent...not because you only had eyes for one twin.

#bo sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #slashers x reader #slasher x reader #slasher #slashers #my writing

[therealvampira]

Kinktober Day 12- Vincent Phantomhive

Tags: Fem! Reader, gentle, reader with anxiety, overstimulation, oral sex, fingering

Word Count: 1604

Summary: You and Vincent are going to attend a business gathering for his company, but this was your first time tagging along. Being quite anxious about it, Vincent "reassures" you that it will be okay.

Published: October 12- 7:01 PM EST Time

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You studied yourself in the tall oval mirror of your bedroom, positioning your body in different angles as you examined closely, making sure you looked as presentable as possible. This would be your first time attending a business gathering with your husband, and to say the least, you were feeling nothing short of anxiety and nervousness. 

“What’s the matter, Dear?” Your husband questioned, as he slowly made his way into your shared bedroom “We must not be late- besides, dear, you look perfect” he finished, his tone as sweet and reassuring as ever.

“Yes, I know. I don’t mean to trouble you before such an important event, but I do not have the best feeling about this right now, and don’t quite know what to expect”, you explained.

“Love, I assure you everything will go smoothly tonight, there is no need to fret. Just stay by my side, and surely you’ll be okay- Trust me this time, alright?”.

And you did trust him- in fact, you can’t ever recall a time where you’d been in doubt of him. He was almost, if not the most perfect, trustworthy, respectable man you’ve ever met. Really, he had a great kindness in his heart, gentle, and patient with you, even when you didn’t treat him the best at times. Vincent was everything you loved and adored in a partner.

“Come here for a moment, Darling” he spoke, motioning for you to come up to him. As you approached him, he took you into his tight embrace, hugging you as if he were trying to squeeze all the worry and doubt from your body. 

“Vincent…” “Please, don’t worry dear, I’m always here for you” he reassured. Moving your head from his chest, he held both your cheeks with his hands as he kissed you on your vulnerable, unexpecting lips. Not a small kiss, but one that was deep and intense, and truly meaningful. He pulled away from you, as a string of saliva escaped from your mouths. He tasted so sweet on your lips, like honey that excited your taste buds, making you crave more. You couldn’t help but become needy for him, as a small, quiet whimper unintentionally escaped from your lips. 

“(F/N), what have I told you about being late, hm?”. “O-oh, sorry, dear. I must’ve gotten carried away. let’s just get going shall we?”. “Not quite yet, dear. I’m afraid we've started something that we must finish- with your agreeance, of course” he replied. 

You needed him so badly. Without a clue what happened to you, you completely switched into a now desperate, and horny state. You wanted him to take you right then and there.

“Yes, dear, you have my permission. Please, I need you- I need to feel you”.

“Anything for you, my dear” he replied, as he walked you over to the bed. As you sat up on the bed, facing the wall, he slowly and carefully untied the strings of your dress, pulling it below your feet tossing it aside. 

“Perhaps we could spare ourselves a few moments- maybe they won’t mind our arrival being a bit late after all. What do you think dear?” He joked, as you let out a small chuckle in response. He’d already removed your petticoat and corset, leaving you with just your chemise, as your hard nipples poked through the delicate fabric. You now sat up facing him, supporting your weight as you pressed your palms into the bed. He carefully studied your expression as he crawled on top of you, gently pushing you into the bed making you lay completely on your back.

Giving you a brief kiss on the lips, he began gradually making his way down your entire body, being sure to cover your silken skin in gentle kisses, as you occasionally let a few gasps and moans escape. He took his sweet time, making you think back on the fact that the two of you had somewhere to be soon.

“Vincent?” you asked as you looked down at him, “Aren’t we..supposed to get going soon? I don’t mean to rush you b-” he cut you off between your words as he crawled back up to face you, molding his lips against yours. “Please, I told you not to worry love…I’ll handle it, now let me focus on you”.

He got off the bed, kneeling in front of it instead “Come a little further, darling”.

Your face flushed at the thought of what was to come, but you complied, moving your hips further down so he could access all the spots that made you tremble. 

Fuck. I need him so badly. I need his mouth against my pussy, making me cry out in pleasure.

Noticing that you still had on your chemise, he stood up, gently pulling it up your body. As his fingers grasped the hem of your garment to take it off, you blushed, looking away as you resisted his gesture. You did want him (need him for that matter), but you couldn’t help but get shy. Noticing your discomfort, in his sweet gentle tone, reassured you,

“Don’t worry, love. It’s all in your head- you have nothing to be ashamed of, please let me see you whole”. Still, you were hesitant. “It’s okay if you don’t want to take everything off, just inform me if that is the case” he continued. “N-no it’s just..I just became embarrassed thats all”. “Are you certain? I won’t undress you if it’d make you uncomfortable”. You nodded, giving him the green light to finish undressing you. 

As he returned to kneeling before you, he rubbed his gloved fingers against your pussy, slowly up and down as your breathing sped up. You still had just your panties on, which created a most pleasurable sensation as he moved his fingers. He removed his gloves, along with your own panties, as he gave a single lick to your pussy, going up and down, his tongue firmly pressed against your sensitive area, causing you to shiver at the immediate contact. 

Firmly gripping both your thighs, holding them apart, he kissed your wet, aching pussy, occasionally sucking on the sensitive lips, eager to taste all of you. 

“Nghh- Vincent! Yes dear, keep going, just like that~” you cried out. He drastically picked up speed, making sure to move his tongue in the same, steady movement. 

“(F/N), you taste so beautifully against my tongue, please, let me savor this moment and give you the pleasure you deserve. Just a little longer, dear” he pleaded, his words sending a vibration through your core as he spoke against your wet, soaking pussy. 

Backing his head away, he now included his fingers, fingering your tight hole as he ever so gently rubbed his thumb just above the hood of your clit, as he barely pressed his lip against your clit, causing you immense pleasure that you could barely feel at the same time. As he fingered your hole faster and faster, he kept a steady pace near your clit. 

“Vincent, please- I’m so close” you cried, on the verge of orgasm. “That’s it, cum for me, take all the pleasure that I’m giving you”. With that, he went as fast as he could, as you began to lose control of your body as it gave into the pleasure- But he didn’t stop, even after you’ve already came. “I’m not done yet, dear, I want to see your beautiful expressions as you get pushed over your limit” he cooed, watching as you became overwhelmed with pleasure, a few tears rolling down your delicate face. 

Vincent stood up, keeping his fingers in the same motion, as he kissed the tears that fell from your eyes. “What a lovely sight you are, (F/N), watching you come undone in such a vulnerable state”. As he kissed down your neck yet again, he bit your shoulder, causing you to let out a gasp of shock. 

Finally, his movements slowed down as he eventually stopped, when he then fell into the mattress beside you. “I’m so glad we did that, you are truly amazing, love” he cooed, pulling you onto his chest as he held you. “I didn’t go too far did I? I was afraid I’d hurt you” he added. Barely enough energy to speak, you simply shook your head. “Oh, well that’s a relief. I take it you're quite worn out, no?”. You nodded in response as he let out a small chuckle, before picking up your hand and kissing it. 

“Are we still going to that gathering?” you asked, barely able to make out your words. “No dear, not tonight. They’ll manage without me.” Picking up your chemise from the other side of the bed, he carefully placed it over your head, helping you get dressed. 

“Here, put this on while I get you something more suitable for sleeping in” he said as he gently rubbed your head, before getting up to get something from your shared wardrobe.

Honestly, You’d never thought you would ever be so in love with someone, but Vincent was so special to you. He was perfect, and you never felt uneasy or doubtful around him. He put all his love into everything he did for you, and was kind and understanding. To say the least, your relationship was definitely envied by many, which both of you knew.

Walking towards you with your nightgown in hand, he gently helped you prepare for bed. “I’ll be back momentarily, darling” he reassured, as he left you to get himself ready for bed as well. 

🥀 “I’ve seen you before in my dreams, and as I awake and see your familiar being, my heart gleams, for your beauty is more intense than it seems- sweet dreams”🦇

That Butler, Terribly Busy 🕰🖤

#black butler #black butler x reader #vincent phantomhive #kuroshitsuji #halloween #kinktober #vincent phantomhive is soo... #therealvampira

[melis-writes]

one of vic’s ribs gets cracked during her pregnancy so michael dotes on her 🥺🥺

Omg all the Michael and Victoria fluff, love, and Michael taking care of her while she recovers. 🥺😭 I love this!! Michael being so tender, soft and gentle with his wife. 😌❤️

“I’m eager to meet them,” Michael murmured, gently rubbing over your almost nine-month old baby bump. “It won’t be long now.”

Blushing, you smiled down at your baby bump and placed your hands over top of Michael’s. “We’ll get to see this little one in just a week from now. Do you think it’ll be a boy or a girl?”

“Mm,” Michael’s eyes met yours. “I have a feeling it’s another boy.”

“Verona wants a baby sister so badly,” you chuckled quietly. “I can’t blame her.”

“Neither can I,” Michael kissed your cheek softly, lacing both of his hands with yours. “I’m no different. If it’s a girl, what would you like to name her?”

“I have so many name ideas for a baby girl, but…” You exhaled softly, resting your head against Michael’s shoulder. “I love the name ‘Maria’ so much. It’s stuck with me.”

“Maria,” Michael repeated, nodding. “A beautiful name. I agree.”

“And if it’s a boy, we’ve decided on James, haven’t we?” You smiled up at your husband shyly.

“That’s right, darling,” Michael murmured against your cheek before giving it another kiss. “A week from now and we’ll find out. I’ll be with you every step of the way.”

On your fourth planned pregnancy, you and Michael both didn’t anticipated it would be filled with heavy nausea, consistent morning sickness and dizziness based on your pregnancy experience with Vincent a year and a half ago.

While the full term of your pregnancy went well with Vincent and with less fatigue and sickness that you felt pregnant with the twins, giving birth was almost twice as much more painful due to the knife injury in your side Kay caused.

Fully recovered from that with barely a mark to remember it by now almost two years later, you certainly didn’t expect to cut your work and regular duties and hobbies short with your fourth pregnancy now.

Michael has always been cautious, extra protective and caring towards you from the first day of all of your pregnancies all the way up until you’ve recovered from the aftermath of birth, but the two of you never limited your daily activities or intimacy until the six-month mark.

This time around with your fourth pregnancy, you took a break from work and spent most of your day resting and with the children due to the restless and nausea four months in.

Reassured it’s no health complications with you nor the baby by Doctor Katherine and Mama Corleone, the same couldn’t be said for Michael.

Michael wanted you checked up on by the doctor and a specialist in childbirth and pregnancy several times a week. Any pains, discomfort or concerns would be resolved with instantly, even if it was in the middle of the night.

When your pregnancy cravings settled in wanting apple slices smothered in peanut butter or fried pickles, Michael made sure you never waited long just as he made sure you took on no burden of a task or strained yourself in any way.

Grateful and appreciative for your husband’s relentless support and gentle care, you knew unfortunately neither Sandra nor Theresa had the same type of care when they were pregnant from Sonny or Tom.

The timing and your contractions lined up well throughout your last pregnancies spent in the hospital, but your water had broke and time was not on your side when it was time to give birth to your baby.

“AH!” You shrieked out in pain and clutched onto your baby bump as Doctor Katherine and the two nurses Michael hired for your aid surrounded you—quick to carefully lay you down against spare pillows and cushions.

Michael rushed into the living room, panicked and alarmed by the sight of you being consoled at home rather than being immediately brought to the hospital.

“Victoria?! What’s going on here?” Michael narrowed his eyes, storming in. “She’s giving birth—why isn’t she being taken to—”

“There’s no time, Mr. Corleone!” Doctor Katherine frowned, snatching a pair of towels one of the nurses handed her. “The baby is coming, it’s far too late.”

“M-Michael!” You cried and reached your hand out to your husband for support.

Michael had been all but too used to waiting in hospital lobbies for hours as you were in labour; sitting, wondering in anxiety and curiosity, worrying about you and taking the doctor’s words with a grain of salt.

If Michael couldn’t be there with you at your hour of need, especially when you were giving birth to his child, pained and stressed for hours, nothing else would satisfy him. Mere observations weren’t enough for him, but having you give birth at home and in front of Michael was something else altogether.

By your side and accompanied by Mama Corleone, Connie, Sandra and Theresa for all the support and care you could need, Michael held your hand and was with you from the first set of contractions onward.

“It’s alright, darling. Breathe, just breathe,” Michael would whisper in your ear, wiping away your tears and the sweat forming on your forehead. “You can do this, baby. I’m here. I’m with you.”

Although the bleeding was controlled well and the nurses administered some painkillers under Doctor Katherine’s discretion, a home birth was truly not much different from that at the hospital.

Going through agonizing contractions again and again, the pain of pushing your body to the limit as your baby is ready to be born was and is the same anywhere.

The sheer difference lies in the fact that Michael was there to witness you give birth and keep you comfortable and calm like nobody else could.

With each wave of contractions or doctor’s commands, Michael understood all the more that his role as your husband and by your side during birth could only be for love and support no matter how much pain you were going through.

Michael had never witnessed a live birth of any kind before nor did he truly understand the complications and complexities of childbirth but he felt in his core he was witnessing a beautiful, sacred moment; the moment baby James was finally born.

Instead of rejoicing instantly with tears of joy at the birth of your fourth child, all you could do was succumb to the stinging, numbing pain in your ribs the moment James was born.

Michael was the first to realize something was gravely wrong when you screamed out in pain and weakly clutched your side.

One of your ribs had cracked during birth and Doctor Katherine immediately came to tend for it and get you in a comfortable position away from the blood and fluids of birth.

The nurses cut the umbilical cord in front of Michael and wrapped your newborn, crying baby in a towel—wasting no time.

Groaning out in pain and barely able to keep your eyes open, you succumbed to losing consciousness but you did so in your husband’s arms—held and cared for by Michael.

When you awoke, you did so again next to Michael who had waited for you to regain consciousness for two hours—holding your baby son in his arms.

Cleaning up after birth and snuggling up with your baby continuously under care, you felt weakened from your injury and could barely sit up or make any sudden moves which only amplified Michael’s protectiveness over you.

“Oh my God…” You groan softly, writhing against your pillow. “It feels so tender.”

“I know, darling, I know,” Michael gently presses an icepack over your fractured rib, watching for your reactions. “This will ease off some of the pain until the medication begins to take over.”

“How’s the bruising?” You weakly gaze back at Michael. “I can’t even explain to you how sore it feels, baby. Urgh…”

“It’s getting better,” Michael notes, applying a little bit more pressure with the icepack. “You’re recovering, sweetheart, but it’s going to take a lot more time for your rib to heal.”

“Mm…” You nod back at Michael, lacing a hand with his free one. “Rest and lots of rest… Doctor’s orders.”

“Four more weeks,” Michael leans in, planting a soft kiss over your forehead. “I don’t want you to put any sort of stress or strain on your body whatsoever. You’re already recovering from birth.”

“I’m telling you—” You crack a smile, looking up at Michael. “The moment I can move like normal again, I’m gonna run around the entire compound just because I can.”

Michael chuckles quietly, raising your hand up to his lips. “That is your right. I won’t stop you. How do you feel, sweetheart?”

“Very sore and tender all over,” you groan softly. “Like the weight of the world is on my side.”

“Here,” Michael carefully adjusts the pillows underneath you for full support, keeping the icepack pressed to your side. “I want you completely comfortable. I’ll be keeping the ice pack here to rest against your side and prevent against swelling.”

“T-thank you, baby.” You breathe out shakily, “all of this back to back has been a ‘surprise’, hasn’t it?”

Michael shakes his head, “the important thing is that you’re relaxed, comfortable and continue to recover. Everything else can wait for all I care.”

You let go of Michael’s hand, lazily caressing the side of his face. “The last thing I want to do is simply be helpless and lay here—”

“You’re not helpless,” Michael kisses your knuckles, rubbing over the back of your hand. “But I am grateful. You gave birth to our fourth child. The amount of stress and strain over your body must be overwhelming. It wasn’t easy for you and I won’t pretend it was. Not now, and certainly not for the past nine months.”

“You’re a good man, Michael.” You whisper back, unable to hold back your smile. “I love you, baby, but I’m the grateful one here. You’re taking all the time out of your day that you can to take care of me.”

“And I will continue to,” Michael insists, “for however long it takes.” Michael kisses over the back of your hand again and again, keeping his eyes on you. “I love you. I want nothing but the best care for you.”

Extra gentle and caring with you, Michael’s refused to sit at the dining table with everyone only to face your empty seat.

Continuing to go on about his day and leave you alone in bed isn’t an option Michael would ever choose to take.

Resting against his back in the warm bath and letting the water gently soothe and wash over the bruise upon your ribcage, you peek back at your husband whose fingers stroke through your hair lathered in shampoo—refusing to do anything else but take care of you.

After all, you are the woman of Michael’s dreams, the love of his life, his best friend, his wife, and the mother to his now four children. Michael knows you deserve the world and nothing less, and he insistent on giving it to you himself.

#godfather au #prompts #michael corleone #michael corleone x reader #michael corleone fanfic #michael corleone x oc #godfather x reader #the godfather

[stardewrotsession]

Note: I am a Sam supporter/simp and have not been able to write anything else but him, please send help. Also, there was a post I saw that inspired this and I have no idea where it is now, I’ve been searching for an hour, I’m so sad.

Sam x Reader

His Insecurity

The evening breeze brought a sense of calmness with it as the farmer began to walk back from the museum.

The sun had just recently set, and you had made it just in time to donate all the new gems you found within your collection of geodes. Now, all that was left to do was to go back to the farm, check on the animals, cook dinner, and relax.

Although it was just the beginning of Fall, The Valley was already starting to cool down. The gentle wind sent chills down your spine, silently thanking Emily for giving you a spare jacket the day before.

As you were heading back, you noticed Sam leaning against the stone bridge, looking out at the trees.

It was unlike him to be out at this hour except on Fridays, when you’d see him with Sebastian and Abigail at the saloon. But it was 7:30PM, and there were no signs of him leaving anytime soon.

“Hey,” You say.

You notice him jump a little at your call, not expecting you to be roaming about at this time.

“Hey Farmer,” he greeted.

His eyes were slightly red, his hair messed up by the wind, and his expression seemed a more somber than usual.

“Are you doing okay?” You ask softly, while walking up next to him.

He hesitates before slowly shaking his head.

“Not really, no,” he responds. “I was gonna go to Sebastian’s, but it’s probably too late now.”

“He stays up for a while,” you comment while looking out at the trees. “I’m sure it’s not that late.”

Sam laughs softly.

“Yeah, you’re right. I think I just don’t wanna bother him right now.”

“Do you want me to leave you alone right now?”

He shrugs wiping his eyes and before leaning against the wall of the bridge in front of him.

“Actually, I think I’d like the company right now… if you don’t mind.”

You nods your head and put your backpack down, leaning over to the wall and looking over at him.

“What’s on your mind Sam? I’m all ears.”

“It’s just…” He sighs before continuing. “My dad’s been gone for a while now. Is it bad that I’m losing hope..?”

You frown, realizing you’ve never met his dad before.

“Back on the beach, I told you children should have hope… but I think you should too,” you say softly. “But I understand. It’s hard to have it sometimes.”

“He always comes and goes,” Sam continues while starting to grab a pebble. “It’s not his fault, I know it’s not. But it’s kinda hard, on Vincent. And mom too. It’s better to try to distract them, make them happy. That’s what I would want.”

You watch as he throws the pebble down the river, watching it bounce on the water twice before sinking.

“You know,” Sam says. “My mom thinks I get mad at dad. For leaving.”

“Why do you think she believes that?” You ask.

“I don’t know,” he answers honestly. “Sometimes she hints at it. Like how she’d say he always cared about me when we’re alone. Or bring up random memories to make sure me and Vincent don’t forget him.”

“And… are you mad at him?”

“I’m not really that mad,” he replies. “Not anymore, anyways.”

Sam takes a shaky breath, closing his eyes and looking away from you.

“I… I just want him back.”

You didn’t really know how to respond.

He was always so happy go lucky, so positive and upbeat. It was hard seeing him like this, on the brink of breaking down. Yet he was still trying to compose himself, for you.

You pulled him into an embrace and wrapped your arms around him, hearing a soft mix of a gasp and a sob from him. He hugged you back while looking up, still trying to keep his tears from staining your clothes. Still, his efforts were in vain when he felt a wave of tears beginning to rush down his face. You didn’t mind though. It brought you at ease, knowing he trusted you enough to let you see him like this.

You two stayed like that for awhile, hugging in silence as the starry night painted the sky.

“Thanks,” he said quietly. “It feels nice to talk to someone about this.”

“I’m here to listen to whatever you want to tell me,” you said reassuringly. “Whether it’s about skateboarding, playing guitar, working at Joja, or this. I’m here.”

“Thank you.”

#stardew valley #stardew valley bachelors #stardew #sdv #sdv Sam #he’s so cute

[sourwolf-sterek32]

Young Love

Summary: After getting sent away by your father nearly two years ago, you return to your hometown, Outer Banks.

You reunite with your friends and twin brother, John B, and help them find the lost gold and the Cross of Santo Domingo. But, during it all, you find yourself falling in love with your brothers blue-eyed best friend without realising it.

Pairings: JJ Maybank x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: Language, violence,

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MAJOR SPOILERS for Season 3!

Chapter 15-

It had been a whole month since you were stranded on a deserted island. You would've thought that it'd be bad, horrible even, but it was the polar opposite.

Poguelandia was your safe haven.

This past month had been the best month of your life. You had your boyfriend, your brother and your best friends all together with no parents, no authority, nobody to yell or tell you what to do. It was literally your own little slice of paradise and you could do whatever you wanted.

JJ had made a flag for the island like he said he would. Strung it up on one of the tallest coconut trees for you all to admire. His drawing with charcoal was actually pretty good. It was of a chicken, in crocs and a coconut bra smoking a joint. It was perfect.

You lived off berries, coconuts and fish. JJ had taught you all how to spearfish and you were living like kings with fresh seafood every day.

The cut on your thigh had healed up surprisingly well. Leaving a thick pink scar in it's place as a permanent reminder of what happened on that ship. A reminder of everything you had done and survived to end up here.

JJ didn't want to leave the island. He had nothing back in OBX and neither did you. Everything you had... everything you needed was right here on Poguelandia. It was perfect.

But, nothing perfect ever lasted.

A plane flew past the island early one morning. Pope signalled it with a fire, and before you knew it, you were reluctantly following the others into the small plane.

You spared a glance at JJ who didn't seem too happy about being rescued, but the others were thrilled, so you remained silent.

"So what were you doing all the way out here?" JJ asked, breaking the silence in the cockpit as the pilot prepared the plane for takeoff.

"I got a little guide outfit in Saint Vincent. I was spotting fish." Portis answered.

"What were you spotting?"

"You know, the usual. Wahoo."

JJ's head snapped to John B who met his gaze briefly with a troubled expression etched into his features. The two of them seemed to have a silent conversation about something you couldn't figure out before the plane took off into the air.

Everyone remained silent, holding onto the hand straps above you for stability as the plane soared through the sky. JJ and John B were still staring at each other with an uneasy expression that was making alarm bells go off in your head.

You glanced over at Portis behind them, he was looking forward, hands on the controls and headset over his ears.

"What's going on?" You whispered, leaning towards JJ and your brother.

"Wahoo don't run in September. Ever. Alright? So whoever this man is, he's not a fisherman." JJ answered, looking over at you before glancing at the others who had shuffled closer to hear.

"Maybe the run just starts earlier out here." Pope suggested.

"Are you sure about that? In the Caribbean?"

"No." Sarah said, shaking her head. "I know what this is. He's working for my dad, and he's probably been looking for us the entire time."

"Alright, we gotta find out. Start looking for some sort of..." JJ trailed off, his eyes landing on the leather satchel hanging over Portis' seat. "...clues."

"Hey, Jimmy." John B suddenly said, leaning forward to distract the pilot while JJ checked the satchel.

Your brother kept asking Portis random questions, keeping him busy while JJ sorted through the various books and paper in the satchel, until he pulled out a photograph of a shipping container ship. The very same ship that you guys had jumped from.

Holy shit. This guy was working for Ward.

"Guys, whatever it is, it's happening fast. Look." Kie whispered, nodding towards the window.

You glanced over your shoulder and realised that the plane was slowly starting to get lower, heading for land.

"That looks like Barbados. I've been there with Terrance." Cleo explained, staring out the window.

"Okay. There's seven of us, one of him. You know my vote. We storm the cockpit." JJ suddenly said.

"No, who's going to fly the plane, dumbass?" John B responded.

"I've seen Pope fly simulators." JJ supplied.

"I crop-dusted for my uncle last summer. This is not the same thing." Pope explained, not liking JJ's idea at all. "Why don't we just wait until the plane lands somewhere safe, and then we sneak out. And if somebody comes to mess with us, we mad-dog them."

"No. JJ's right. There's seven of us and one of him. If we wait until the plane lands, Portis can call for backup. Hell, there's probably backup already waiting for us on land." You pointed out and JJ nodded in agreement.

"That's all well and good, sis. But, Pope can't fly this plane. None of us can. If we take out Portis, we're as good as dead. We have a better chance waiting for this thing to land." John B explained, looking over at you and holding your gaze before you sighed and reluctantly nodded.

JJ didn't seem to like that plan either, but he didn't argue and instead turned to try and put the photograph back in the bag, but Portis noticed.

"Hey, man! What the hell are you doing?!"

Portis shoved JJ away from the bag. His body collided into yours and you both toppled over in the back of the plane.

"That's mine!" Portis shouted, frantically reaching for his bag.

JJ quickly climbed off you, his eyes raking over your body for any injuries.

"I'm okay." You insisted and he nodded before he turned back to Portis.

"Who the hell are you?" JJ questioned, grabbing the bag before Portis could.

The two of them got into a mini tug of war, fighting for the bag while the others all screamed at Portis to fly the plane.

Eventually, Portis gave up and turned back around in his seat and you glanced over his shoulder through the front and realised the plane was heading straight for the jetty.

"Hold onto something!" You shouted, grabbing the handles above you.

Portis yanked the controls back, trying to lift the plane, but it was too late and the plane nosedived straight into the water.

You all went flying forward on impact. Your bodies crashing into one another, hard. Water was quick to fill the cockpit, the plane starting to sink.

"Shit. Is everyone okay?" You asked, wincing as you sat up and looked around. "We all good?"

Everyone nodded between fits of coughing from the water that was now up to your shoulders in height.

"We gotta get out of here." Pope shouted, pointing to the side door of the plane.

John B kicked the door open and began to climb out before he froze, staring at something in the distance. You followed his line of sight and your stomach dropped when you saw the armed men with vests sprinting down the beach.

"Oh, no. They don't look friendly." He muttered.

"No, they don't look very friendly." Pope agreed before you all jumped out the plane and into the water.

"Kie, get out before it sinks!" JJ shouted.

You treaded water beside the door, waiting for Kie, but she turned away from the door and went further in the plane.

"No, no, no, Kie!" John B yelled.

Shit. What the hell was she doing?

You looked further in the plane to find her heading towards the pilot who was unconscious in his seat. She was trying to save him.

"You guys go. I'll get Kie and meet up with you." You said, hauling yourself back into the plane before glancing over your shoulder at the others, John B and JJ shaking their heads. "Go. I got this. Go!"

"Damnit. Okay. Guys, go!" John B ordered.

You didn't wait to watch them swim off, instead you turned and rushed through the plane, the water now up to your neck.

"Kie!" You shouted.

She was shaking Portis' shoulders, trying to wake him, but it was clear it wasn't working. You hurried over and helped her grab the man before pulling him out the broken window.

Kie nodded her thanks as the two of you kept him afloat while you swam towards the shore, making sure his face was above the water so he wouldn't drown.

It didn't take long before you reached the beach and you dragged the man the last few metres before people rushed towards you, wanting to help.

"Take him. Take him." Kie said, staggering to her feet and holding her hand out to you which you took and stood up, breathing heavily.

"Thank you." Portis gasped, looking up at the two of you.

"You lied to us. Who are you?" Kie asked.

The revving engine of an ATV caught your attention and you looked away from Kie and Portis to find those armed men heading your way.

Oh, that cannot be a good sign.

"Shit. Kie, we gotta go. Like, right now." You warned, grabbing her hand and pulling her away.

Kie was quick to catch on, the two of you sprinting up the beach towards the boats on the sand. The ATVs were circling around the area, men shouting in a foreign language everywhere. You were surrounded.

Kie quickly pulled you down under one of the boats, ducking behind a couple of barrels. You covered your mouth with your hands trying to silence your heavy breathing, Kie doing the same as you sat there quietly.

They found you though. Kie kicked one of the men away before the two of you made a run for it, but you didn't get very far.

One of the men grabbed you from behind and you thrashed in his grip, trying to break free, but it was no use. He was bigger and stronger than you, it wasn't going to work.

"Get the hell off me!" You shouted, slamming your elbow back and clocking the man in the jaw.

He was momentarily stunned, but then another man appeared out of nowhere, grabbing your arm and pinning it behind your back.

Kie was grabbed too, not going down without a fight. But, like you, she couldn't get free and the men tossed you into the back of a pickup truck.

You grabbed Kie's hand, squeezing it tightly as you looked around trying to find a way to escape, but there was a man with a gun right beside the truck. Neither of you were going anywhere.

"We lost the others. We'll keep searching." A voice said over the man's radio.

The others had gotten away. Oh, thank God for that.

"We saved your life." Kie whispered, her voice coming out shaky, terrified.

You looked away from the guard just as Portis walked up to the truck with an almost guilty expression on his face.

"I know. I know. I'm sorry. I'm gonna try to help you, okay? I swear, I didn't know it was gonna be like this." Portis admitted, glancing over at the guard before focusing back on the two of you. "Look, if you don't fight, if you just do what they say, these guys probably won't hurt you."

"Probably?" You whispered, your own voice coming out more frightened than you would've liked.

"What did Ward promise you?" Kie questioned.

"Who?" Portis asked, looking at her in confusion. "Hey, just take my advice, do what they say. Good luck."

With that, Portis walked off before the vehicle started up and the guard climbed into the bed of the truck with the two of you. He stared at you both with hard eyes, one hand resting over his gun, the other holding onto the edge of the vehicle.

You tried to memorise every twist and turn in the road as the truck drove and before long, you were driving through a large reinforced gate and pulling up in front of a multimillion dollar mansion.

Armed guards were spread throughout the property, many guarding the doors and windows of the mansion. Some men had German Shepherds on leashes while they patrolled the area.

What the hell is this place?

The guard led the two of you towards the front door where a woman in a maid outfit met you. She walked you through the door and you scanned the room, taking in all the historic objects and artefacts displayed around the place.

"Take her upstairs. The Orinoco Room." The maid instructed the guard.

"This way." The guard said, grabbing your arms and pulling you towards the staircase.

You remained silent, following the man up the stairs while continuously looking around, noting every door and window in the building.

The man opened one of the doors and shoved you both inside. You stumbled forward from the sudden push, but managed to keep your footing before you turned and glared at the guard.

"Why are we here? Who are you working for?" Kie questioned.

"Dinner at eight. I'd clean up."

That was all the man said before he shut the door in Kiara's face. She quickly grabbed the door knob and tried to turn it, but it wouldn't budge.

"He locked us in." She sighed, moving away from the door.

"There's windows." You pointed out, already rushing across the room and pulling the lace curtain aside to open it, but froze when you saw just how many armed guards were outside. "Okay, that's not an option. What do we do?"

Kie shrugged her shoulders looking around the bedroom anxiously before she walked over to the opened closet where a bunch of identical red dresses were hanging. She stopped in front of the dresses and pulled off what looked to be a note stuck to them.

"It says 'pick your size.' They want us to get changed. Why?" She asked, holding the note out towards you.

You grabbed the note, reading the exact words she had just said before looking up at the red dresses in confusion.

"It won't be anything good. But, Portis said to do what they want. I say we get changed and play along until we know what these people want." You responded and Kie nodded in agreement.

She shifted through the multiple dresses finding the right sizes before handing one to you. You took it, double checking it was the right size and smiling softly at how well she knew you.

The two of you slipped off your drenched clothing and put on the red dresses, helping each other with the zips before you sat down on the edge of the bed and waited.

You didn't have to wait for long though before the maid walked into the room announcing that 'he was ready,' whatever the fuck that meant. She led you out the room and back down the stairs before pointing to a room and motioning for you guys to enter.

Kie glanced over at you skeptically, and you wanted to reassure her that it was going to be okay, but you didn't want to lie to her, so you remained silent and took the lead, stepping into the room. There was a man by the table at the far end, his back turned to you while he poured himself a drink.

"Uh, hi?" You spoke up, not really knowing what you were meant to say.

The man suddenly turned around and your jaw dropped when you realised who it was.

Rafe Cameron.

Of course he was here. You should have seen that coming.

"No, I know you and Ward were behind this shit." Kie growled in angry, following you into the room.

"What are you talking about? Are you two trying to weasel in on my deal, right now? Is that what's going on?

Wait, what deal?

"I wondered if your little reunion would cause sparks, you know." An unfamiliar male voice suddenly said.

You all turned to find another man across the room. He was dressed sharply in a dark suit and smiled in amusement as he stared at the three of you.

"Who are you?" Rafe questioned.

Well, good to know you guys weren't the only ones who didn't know who this random dude was.

"Me? My name is Carlos Singh. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Cameron. And Ms. Carrera, Ms. Routledge, I do apologise for the rough tactics in bringing you here. But, please, come. Sit down."

You stared at Singh for a moment before glancing between Rafe and Kie. None of you moved for a moment, but you all seemed to realise that this Singh guy was in charge, and it was best to do as he said.

You and Kie sat down by the window, but Rafe paused before turning back to the man.

"Rough tactics. What about me?"

"Yes, Mr. Cameron, false pretences. But the ends justify the means; I'm afraid." Singh replied, pouring himself a glass of what looked to be whiskey. "Sit down. We have a lot to talk about."

Rafe exhaled loudly, but sat down in the other chair while Singh remained standing in front of you. Trying to assert dominance with his height no doubt.

"Why are we here?" You asked, getting straight to the point.

"Well, Ms. Routledge, Ms. Carrera, Mr. Cameron, we share certain interests, you know. Objectives."

"Is this not about the cross?" Rafe questioned.

"It is. Tangentially, it is about the cross, but it's also about something much, much bigger than the cross." He answered, looking up at a painting on the wall before turning back to you guys. "By orders of magnitude... the completion of a grand quest. You see, the story goes that 450 years ago, a Spanish soldier came out of the Orinoco Basin with a few gold beads. And when they asked the Spanish soldier, 'where the beads came from,' the Spanish soldier replied he got them from peaceful Indigenous tribe who lived in a city of gold."

You glanced over at Kie and she met your gaze briefly before looking back at Singh who continued to talk.

"El Dorado. And for the next 450 years, people tried to find that gold, you know. They tried. Conquistadors, knights, captions of ships, tribes, entire nations. All fighting each other in a race for the end of the rainbow. Thousands of lives laid on the pyre of gold fever. And it falls to me, you know. It falls to me to complete the task. To bring full circle a quest that has gone on for almost 500 years. Perhaps... perhaps the greatest quest in the history of the western hemisphere, you know. And you three... you three are going to play a part in that. What about you, Ms. Carrera? Are you interested in history?"

"I'm more of a future person." Kie answered.

"Yeah, I didn't listen to a word you said, okay? How much you gonna keep philosophising?" Rafe questioned bluntly.

Singh chuckled, "you are direct, aren't you, Mr. Cameron?"

"What do you need from us?" You asked, trying to draw the attention away from Rafe because you knew if he kept talking, he would say something that would get you all killed.

"I've come to believe that you and your friends are in possession of something that can help me get what I want. An old manuscript. A diary, actually."

Denmark Tanny's diary? That diary?

"I have no idea what your talking about." Rafe responded, and you wished you could say the same.

You remained silent, wanting to see how Kiara wanted to play this. You guys had a copy of the diary. But, you didn't want to give it to this guy, that was just destined for trouble.

"This is ridiculous. I don't know anything about a diary." Kie eventually said and you nodded in agreement.

"But how else could you have learned that the cross was on the Royal Merchant?"

You shook your head, "look, if we knew about this diary, we would tell you, okay? We don't know what you're talking about."

"I was hoping you wouldn't say that, you know. Because unfortunately, I don't believe you. You and your friends here couldn't have found the cross without it."

"He's not our friend." Kie corrected, glancing over Rafe.

"We can't all be friends, you know." Singh responded.

"Look, this is ridiculous. Okay? I'm out." Rafe announced, standing up and walking towards the exit, only to be blocked by one of the armed guards.

"Do I look like a fool to you, Mr. Cameron? Do I look like a fool to you? You have the cross. Their and their friends had the cross at one point. So one of you has the diary. And if you really don't know, then I suggest you convince your friends to tell me." Singh explained, pointing at you and Kie. "Once I have the diary, you'll be free to leave. Enjoy the grounds during your stay. I must warn you, though. I'm not a man of infinite patience. You have one day. Go to the window for a little demonstration. I think you'll enjoy it, you know."

Singh glanced between the three of you before he walked out the room. The guard closing it behind him before you heard the lock click shut.

He had locked you inside, again.

Rafe rushed towards the door, trying to open it, but you didn't bother. It was locked. You weren't getting out unless Singh wanted you out.

You and Kie walked over to the window, waiting to see what this 'demonstration' was going to be. Rafe joined you a moment later and you watched as a guard pulled Portis out from around the corner.

He was shouting something at the guards, but it was mumbled, you couldn't understand what he was saying before he was pulled away out of sight.

"Who the hell is that guy?" Rafe asked.

"I know him. That's Jimmy Portis. He was trying to help us." Kie answered, watching in confusion.

Singh suddenly appeared outside walking in the direction that the guard had took Portis before he paused and turned, looking up at the three of you in the window.

He pulled out a handgun from the back of his waistband, his eyes glued to you before he smirked and walked off out of sight.

"You don't think-" you began to say before a gunshot blasted from outside causing you to flinch. "Yeah, okay, never mind. This guy is fucking crazy."

"This diary. No bullshit. Don't bullshit me. Okay? Do you guys have it?" Rafe asked, looking over at the two of you.

You shook your head just as Kie said, "no."

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