#the other dog I grabbed was a bit shook up but seemed okay when I brought her home | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

judeswhore · 11 months

Note

breaking up with jude and having to take all his things back to him

omg wait i actually wrote something abt this for a fic i was gna write and then scrapped so u can have it here, it’s not the best but

"y'know you could've just asked me to drop these off for you. then you wouldn't have to see him." katie riffled around in the bottom of her bag in search for something, her tone light despite her words and she only glanced at you briefly while waiting for a reply. tearing your gaze from the house across the road you shook your head, wiped your sweaty palms across the material of your trousers.

"i want to see him."

"you want to see him?"

"yeah. no. i don't know, kinda? i don't want him to think i've taken the break up badly."

him being jude. after almost three years of dating he'd brought the relationship to an end, a decision he promised you he hadn't made lightly. for you it was out of the blue, you hadn't been fighting and there'd been no signs, sure you hadn't seen each other much with uni and his career but that was something you'd grown used to. for him it had been building. he said he couldn't handle the distance anymore, that it was getting too much to love someone who was never around. you got it, sort of, but that didn't make it hurt less. this conversation had happened two weeks ago, you'd only just found the motivation to peel yourself out of bed to return a bunch of his things.

from across the car, katie threw you skeptical look.

"you've cried every day since and consumed like half of england's ice cream supply. you have taken it badly." you huffed and leaned into the back seat to grab the box, careful not to let anything tumble out when you pulled it into your lap.

"he doesn't need to know that." you best friends mouth opened, a disapproving retort on her tongue but you beat her to it, pushing the car door open. "i'm okay now. i want to do this in person." you stumbled out with the box, turning to close the door behind you but katie had leant across, her face soft, eyes just a little sad.

"hey, he doesn't deserve you, remember? this was his loss."

at his front door you simply stared for a few moments, unable to lift to your hand and knock. returning the things he'd left at your place made the break up seem much more real, like giving him his hoodies back meant it was a done deal. you were handing over a piece of your heart with the box of his belongings, because no matter what, that would always belong to him too. a dog barked a few houses down and forced you into action, your fist coming down three times on the white door.

there was a few seconds of silence, the click of the lock and then the door swung open, revealing a freshly showered jude. the first glimpse of him in two weeks tugged at your chest, made your tummy dip and it was difficult pushing back the overwhelming urge to press against him. your body told you to kiss him, habits didn't die easily, your mind trying to catch up with the slight difference in his appearance. he'd grown his beard a little longer and his hair hadn't been cut in the time you'd been apart. his bottom lip was cut.

"hi." his voice cracked and he made a face, sent you a half sheepish smile before clearing his throat. "hey."

"i brought your stuff." straight to it. you weren't sure you could stand here and exchange small talk with him without breaking down. there was the smallest bit of comfort in the fact that he looked as bad as you felt. there were dark circles under his eyes, he obviously hadn't been sleeping, and the grey joggers he was wearing had a multitude of different stains down them. something tugged again at your chest and you swallowed thickly, thrust the box not so gracefully towards him. "i think i packed everything, i can- if i forgot anything i'll get katie to drop it off."

like you should have gotten katie to do today because looking at him hurt so much you felt like your heart was breaking all over again. the air around you was tense and awkward, jude kept shuffling from one foot to the other and you couldn't stop your palms from sweating. it was strange how someone who used to make you feel so safe and loved suddenly made you want to disappear inside yourself. jude took the box with careful hands, palms flat against the bottom to avoid brushing your fingers. the second he had hold of it you tucked your hands into the pocket of your hoodie. you didn't want him to see them shaking.

"you didn't have to drop them off, i could've come by." he could have but you knew deep down he wouldn't have. something told you he would've avoided you at all costs until he went back to germany. "but thanks. d'you wanna come in?" your gaze snapped up to his from where you'd previously been focused on his shoulder. "to get your things. i packed them up when you text earlier."

"oh. yeah, sure." you nodded and followed him into the familiar living room, the pain in your chest doubling when the scent of his aftershave washed over you. there was a box of your things on his sofa, your clothes and make up, small things you'd left behind, things you never thought you'd have to take back. placed at the very top of the box was one of jude's england shirts, one of the first ones he'd warn for the senior team, the one you always wore around his house. nausea rolled over you at the fact he was giving you it.

"i don't need that." jude followed your gaze and you watched his throat bob on a swallow as he dropped his own box down beside yours. his fingers brushed the material.

"it's basically yours, it doesn't fit me anymore so i don't need to keep it. i thought you'd want it." you only shook your head, you couldn't wear that shirt knowing that it was connected to a part of your life that didn't exist anymore. jude always made comments about how he liked seeing his girl in his shirt, he'd always pull you close and smother you in kisses and tell you how pretty you looked. you couldn't wear the shirt knowing you weren't his girl anymore, knowing one day someone else would wear that shirt. that he'd find another girl. you tried to talk around the lump that had settled in your throat.

"i don't want it, jude."

"right. no, of course not." again he cleared his throat and you needed to leave, needed air before the tears started and you collapsed in his living room. jude took the shirt and held it between both hands. for a few moments you were both quiet, watching each other, unsure what to say and before you could blurt something you'd regret, you reached for the box.

"i should-"

"i am sorry, y'know. i didn't- i never wanted to hurt you."

"but you did."

"i know and it's killing me. i should've told you how i was feeling instead of letting it drag out and leaving you in the dark. you didn't deserve that." his words were rough and you'd known him long enough to know he was fighting back tears. you also knew if you watched him cry, you'd also cry and you'd promised yourself you wouldn't do that in front of him. you wouldn't let him see you vulnerable like that again.

"no, i didn't."

"baby-" the endearment slipped from his lips from habit and you froze on your turn to the door, stomach dropping and that ache building even more in your chest. jude shook his head a little and rubbed the back of his neck, his bicep straining against the soft cotton of his shirt. "i'm sorry."

"i know you are but that doesn't make me feel any better. i don't- i can't have this conversation again, i can't hear you say you don't love me anymore, jude." pain and regret twisted his features and he shook his head. he made to reach for you but thought better of it, pressed his hands to his sides.

"i didn't stop loving you."

"stop it." your bottom lip wobbled and you had to stare straight at his chest to avoid the look in his eyes. "you can't- i don't want you to lie to me. you broke up with me, you don't do that if you love someone."

"that's not fair."

"life isn't really fair, is it?" without thinking, your fingers raised to tug at the necklace around your throat, a nervous habit you'd picked up years ago. it was only then that you even realised you were still wearing it, the silver "j" suddenly feeling hot and heavy against your skin. "oh, i forgot.."

setting the box down again, you fiddled with the clasp, awkwardly unclipped it before letting the piece of jewellery drop into jude's palm. he stared at it for a few seconds before shaking his head, trying to push it back towards you but you'd already picked the box back up.

"no, this is yours, you don't need to give me it back."

"i'm not gonna keep wearing it, jude. why would i?"

"because-"

"i'm not yours anymore, remember? i'm not gonna wear a necklace that says i am. i don't want it." your tone was harsh, harsher than necessary and it made him flinch, his brows drawing in. "wearing that let me pretend that this wasn't real, that it wasn't actually happening but it is and i can't keep lying to myself. everything reminds me of you and it hurts. i don't want it to keep hurting."

jude dropped his gaze, let his eyes instead focus on your hands. you were both quiet for a few seconds, neither knowing what to say. you'd gotten everything out of your systems the day of the break up, there was nothing else to say other than goodbye. you cleared your throat and nodded a little awkwardly towards the door.

"katie's waiting for me."

for the second time in as many weeks, jude let you walk away without another word.

#hey jude :)#jude bellingham #leigh’s baby blurbs #sinclaiirs baby blurbs #jude bellingham fluff #jude bellingham fic #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham smut #jude bellingham one shot #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham blurb

586 notes · View notes

fict1onallyobsessed · 11 months

Text

A Momentary Heart Attack

Rhea Ripley x Fem!Reader

The door opened quieter than it closed, a gentle curse falling from Rhea’s lips as the noise echoed in her very drunk head. She didn’t know what time it was, or if you were home, if you were sleeping or waiting her her. In all honesty, she didn’t even remember Liv giving her a lift home.

You walked towards the noise, not knowing what to expect as you got closer to the door. An amused smile fell on your face when you saw the scene in front of you; Rhea, squinting her eyes at the very dim light beside her, barely able to stand as she took her shoes off and almost falling over when Barry started crying at her feet. She patted and whispered “cool dog” to him before trying to look around and make her way to the bed.

It wasn’t necessarily late, you managed to get home from work and she was already gone, but it wasn’t a time where people didn’t get drunk. Rhea said she wouldn’t drink when she told you she would be out the previous day, and seeing her in the rare drunk state she was in was quite a view.

You started and stood in amusement, watching her walk around slowly while trying to rid herself of her headache. The light, whatever angle it came from, seemed to bother her a lot since she tried to walk with her eyes mostly covered.

“You need help?” You offered in a hushed tone, but she still managed to jump, completely not expecting you there. You giggled, walking closer to her to help her walk, but before you could she wrapped her arms around your waist and bent down to your level, hugging you tightly. “Hey, babe.”

She mumbled something back, still holding onto you for a moment before you offered to get her all cleaned up. At that she pulled away, and only now did you notice her red eyes and flushed cheeks. It confused you a bit, she wasn’t a cried sober, so maybe you saw her so rarely drunk that you never noticed she was a crier when intoxicated. You cupped her face, watching as she melted into your touch and sighed.

“Are you okay?” You asked genuinely.

She just huffed again, her face contorting as if she was going to cry again. Now you were totally confused. It wasn’t as if she was upset with you, but asking her again felt like it’ll end in her just sobbing. So, you lead her to your shared bedroom and sat her down on the bed.

“What time is it?” She almost whimpered as she tried to not sob again, head hanging low when you left her to grab her some clothes comfortable enough to sleep in to change into.

“10:44.” You whispered, turning back to her and cupping her face again. “Can I change your top? You need to sleep the alcohol off, baby.”

She just hummed a broken sound, much like she did when you thought she was going to start crying again. You were totally confused now, she was so rarely seen crying, even with you, that this was so overly out of character it made you concerned.

You changed her into better clothes and stood between her legs, her hands in her lap playing with her thumbs. You hands were on her shoulders before you raised them to cup her face and make her look at you, her eyes shining with tears so so badly tried to keep in.

“Did something happen?” You asked, rubbing your thumbs across her cheeks. She shook her head and furrowed her brows, trying to remember what happened when she went out. You’d never ever think she did something, but with the way she was crying, you couldn’t help think she cheated on you. Just as you were about to ask something else, your phone rang.

“Hey, did she get home okay?” Liv’s voice rang, the faint noise of cars driving pst could be heard. “I dropped her off and I offered to walk her to the door but she said no.”

“Oh yeah, thanks.” You said, still stood between her legs and hugging her head to your chest while your other hand pressed the phone to your ear. “Um..”

“Has she calmed down? She was sobbing the whole way talking about loving you or something.” She giggled. “The whole night she was blabbering on about you even when she wasn’t drunk, then towards the end I couldn’t hear the end of it how well you are to her.”

“That’s why she’s crying?” You almost giggled, looking down at your girlfriend who was almost sleeping against your chest. “I thought something happened.”

She laughed. “Nah she was with me the whole time talking about you, so. Good luck with her.”

You said your goodbyes and hung up, tossing the phone somewhere on the bed before cupping her face again so you could kiss her forehead.

“I love you, Rhea.”

Part of you thought she was sleeping already, so the fact she released a sob was totally unexpected. Her hands wrapped around your waist, face shoved into your chest as she fully cried her eyes out into your shirt. All you could do was hold her and whisper sweet nothings into her ear. The second she calmed down a little bit, she pulled away and looked up with her eyes barely being able to open.

“I love you, s’much. You have no idea. Like a lot. A lot. Sooooooo much. I was telling Liv how much I love you I think she’s sick me hearing about you but I don’t care because I love you s’much and yeah.”

You tried your best not to giggle at her, kissing the top of her head before laying her down on the bed. She dragged you down with her, of course, making you lay down on your back as she climbed over you so you could hold her.

“I love you.” She whispered. “But my head hurts.”

“Just wait until tomorrow babe.”

She was out like a light before you knew it, her soft snores filling the room just as you were falling asleep.

“I love you too.”

THE END

#wwe x reader #liv x rhea #rhea ripley #rhea ripley imagine #rhea ripley x reader #demi bennett #demi bennett x reader #rhea ripley angst #rhea ripley fluff #rhea ripley smut #demi bennett fluff #demi bennett imagine #demi bennett angst #wwe imagine #wwe incorrect quotes #wwe wrestling #rhea #liv morgan imagine #liv morgan

393 notes · View notes

bi-bard · 2 years

Text

Selfishness - Dream of the Endless Imagine (The Sandman)

Title: Selfishness

Pairing: Dream of the Endless X Reader

Word Count: 1,172 words

Warning(s): feelings of jealousy, mention of child death, involves part two of episode 11

Summary: The time has come for Morpheus and Calliope to finally meet again. To confront the loss that they faced. (Y/n) tries to only be supportive of their partner during a clearly challenging time, but not everything is so easily achieved.

Author's Note: This is only so late because I had to wait to watch the bonus episode until the dogs went for a walk because they kept barking at all the animated cats.

-------------------------------

Maybe it was the way they were standing when I first saw Morpheus and Calliope that day.

She had been a mere few steps from him as they spoke.

It's not a position that anyone wants to see their partner in.

Yeah. That was a logical reason to feel jealous. Someone just gets a few steps too close to the person that was only meant to be that close to you. It was reasonable for that to tickle me the wrong way.

Morpheus walked away from her as soon as he saw me. It should've comforted me more than it did.

"(Y/n)," he said. "How are you?"

"I'm okay," I replied before looking over his shoulder. "Who is that?"

"Come with me," he held out his hand. I grabbed it and let him lead me back over to where she stood. "This is Calliope. Calliope, this is (Y/n). My partner."

"Hello," she nodded her head at me.

"Hi," I replied. "How do you know each other?"

"I was Morpheus's wife."

I almost felt dumb for asking. Like it was something that I should've known.

"We lost our son."

I felt like a punch was landed to my gut. He hadn't gone into detail about his past partners. I hadn't asked.

"This is the first time we have spoken in a very long time," Morpheus explained.

Her eyes seemed to linger on him. I tried to ignore that idea. I was just learning about their history. I wanted to believe that this was just my brain trying to

"I... I should give you both some privacy," I said quietly.

"(Y/n)-"

"It's fine," I promised. "I'll spend some time in the dreams that are meant for me."

He nodded before leaning over to kiss my forehead. "Sleep well, my love."

I just grinned before walking away.

I didn't stay in the dream realm. I decided to wake up instead.

I stayed awake for the rest of the night. I stared out my window at the stars. It seemed to only let my stupid feelings fester.

I spent my day worried.

I busied myself with small tasks. Vacuuming, dusting, laundry, dishes. I did everything I could to take my mind off of what happened in the dream realm.

I felt like an idiot more than I felt angry. Jealousy had never been a normal trait in me. I knew that Morpheus had been with people before me. His stories were always secret.

And here I was, upset over him meeting his ex-wife and grieving his son. How selfish did I have to be to truly think like that?

I was still focused on the event as I got ready for bed.

I would've given anything to not be stuck in that headspace. But I couldn't shake it. And I absolutely despised that.

There was a knock on my door just as I was ready to curl under my covers and pretend that I was trying to fall asleep.

I paused for a moment before quickly walking over and pulling the door open.

"(Y/n)," Morpheus said. "Can I come in?"

I nodded, stepping to the side.

I slowly shut the door behind him. I crossed my arms over my chest awkwardly.

"You left very suddenly," he pointed out. "Are you okay?"

I nodded again. "Yeah. I just wanted to give you both some privacy."

There was a pause before he spoke again. "You are not a very good liar."

I sighed and shook my head.

"(Y/n)," Morpheus stepped forward. "All I want is the truth."

I looked away from him, ashamed of myself.

"Please."

"I was... jealous."

I whispered the last word. Like it was some kind of forbidden thing. The feeling that must not be named. Morpheus furrowed his eyebrows. I bit my tongue for a second. What could he have been confused about?

"I knew that you had been with other people," I said, looking down at the floor. "Logically, it would be childish of me to believe that you remained completely alone until you found me. And I know that nothing was happening. I just can't... I can't stop it."

It couldn't stop that pit in my stomach that felt like it was baring its teeth. It was ready to tear me apart as soon as I turned my back to it. It was infecting me. My heart and my mind. It offered more nightmares than the dreaming realm ever could imagine.

"(Y/n)."

I continued looking down at the floor.

"My love, look at me, please," he mumbled.

My love. What a sweet name. One that I didn't deserve.

His hand cupped the side of my face, carefully forcing me to meet his gaze.

"How can I bring you comfort," he asked. "Tell me and I'll do it."

"It's not your fault," I shook my head, causing his hand to fall from my face. "I trust you. I know that I can."

"And that means that I cannot help you?"

"What are you going to do? My mind is playing tricks on me. I can do nothing but wait it out. It is not your responsibility to deal with my selfishness."

"You are not selfish."

"Morpheus-"

"No," he stopped me. "I will not listen to this. If anyone here is to blame, it's me. I should have told you about Calliope coming. I betrayed your trust by not."

I let out a sigh.

"I'm so sorry, my love," his hands cupped the sides of my face. A grin crawled onto my face, which seemed to trigger Morpheus to form a small grin of his own. "I love you. More than I could describe with words."

"I love you too, Morpheus."

He leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine. My hands reached up to cover his as I kissed him back. I had always known him to be passionate, but this felt more like desperation. A search for reassurance. He needed to know that I was not upset with him. In the hopes of providing that comfort, my hands moved to the front of the fabric on his clothes, pulling him closer to me.

He pulled away slowly, pressing a few more slow kisses to my lips before he spoke up, "You are my everything. And I will spend eternity showing you that."

"Then go see her," I begged.

"We've discussed all we can," he explained. "The grieving may never truly end, but the two of us are at peace with each other. It's why it took me so long to find you."

I let out a relieved sigh. All those hours that I spent thinking that he was upset with me. All those hours that I had been dreading this interaction. I was fine with them now. I could accept that they were essential.

"Will you stay here tonight," I asked quietly.

"As long as you'll have me."

I smiled and kissed him again.

I wonder if he knew that I would have him there for all eternity if he let me.

-------------------------------

Navigation Guide

What I Write For

Some Original Characters

#dream of the endless x reader #dream of the endless fanfiction #dream of the endless imagine #fanfiction #imagine #x reader #morpheus x reader #morpheus fanfiction #morpheus imagine #the sandman x reader #the sandman fanfiction #the sandman imagine #sandman imagine #sandman fanfiction #sandman x reader #dc x reader #dc imagine #dc fanfiction

871 notes · View notes

bubbleswrld · 5 months

Text

Damian Priest Imagine

TW: Damian Priest X Shy! Wrestler! Reader, reader is POC (black), reader has anxiety, legal age-gap between reader and Damian, platonic! Rhea X reader

Y/N paced back and forth as she waited for her music to hit. She had a promo with Rhea Ripley and although they rehearsed it, she had stage fright. Rhea was already in the ring, talking a big game about how everyone was below her since no one had beater her for her belt. Y/N's music hit and she shook away her jitters before grabbing a mic and sauntering onto the ramp. "You're only at the top because you're hound dogs always protect you." Y/N cut off the raven hair woman. She climbed mat and stepped under the second rope. "With or without them, I can still beat your ass, Y/N." Rhea chuckled. "So why you duckin' my fade, mami?" Y/N asked as she smirked but the words came out shaky; she just hoped the fans didn't pick up on it.

"If you couldn't handle a simple interview, what makes you think you can beat me for MY title?" Rhea got in Y/N's face, albeit, she had to crane her neck to Y/N's short height. Rhea picked up on her shortened breaths and hoped being close to the girl calmed her a bit.

"Cause unlike y-you, I won't need back up when I'm whoopin' that ass!"

Y/N dropped the mic and threw the first punch; that was supposed to stun her opponent and knock her off her feet but the most it did was make her stumble two feet. Rhea tried to sell the move as best as she could by sliding down the buckles and rolling out the ring. Y/N climbed the buckles and struck her pose. She quickly got out of the ring and tried to get up the ramp whilst holding in tears knowing she fucked up the spot. Fans were cheering for her and tapping her as she passed, even holding out their phones for pictures.

The water works started before she could even leave the ramp but she had to turn and hit her final mark. Y/N wiped her eyes quickly and turned to face the crowd before scurrying backstage.

/////

Rhea had went on a search for her friend to see what had went wrong but nobody had seen Y/N since the promo. Damian was supposed to be on his way to the hotel earlier that night but after seeing the prom, he too was looking for the younger girl. "Randy, have you seen Y/N?!" Damian asked as he spotted the fellow wrestler coming up the hallway. "I think she was headed to medics--"

Damian and Rhea reached medics at the same time where they found Y/N huddled up on a gurney, struggling to breathe. Adam Pearce was beside her trying his best to calm her down but that just seemed to be making it worst. Y/N had been stressed out for the past few weeks dealing with training, back to back shows and personal issues pertaining to her family. It was a miracle that she had lasted that long without an anxiety/ panic attack. "C'mon bunny, ya gotta breathe. Follow my breathing." Y/N quickly clung to Damian as the loudest sob echoed through her tiny body.

"I f-fucked up b-bad."

She could barely get out her words.

"Nobody is mad at you, hon."

Rhea tried to console the girl.

The young girl was wheezing, grasping at her chest and throat. The medic finally came with a dose of meds to sedate the girl.

"Mi amor. I'm so sorry I wasn't there earlier." Damian kissed his girl's head and laid her on the gurney as she mellowed out. "What happened out there, Rhea?" Adam asked. He was fond of the girl; although she was a shy one, she brought light to everyone's day. He needed to know what triggered her.

"She was antsy before the promo, she did okay with it up until the spot... I saw her start to break."

Damian swiped her braids out of her face and ran his hand across her cheeks as if to let her know he was still there. "She mentioned something about family issues the other day." Dominik popped up. Damian muttered a quiet "Fuck."

"Take her back to the hotel; if she isn't better by Wednesday, I'm gonna pull her from the house show and from next week." Adam stated as he began to pace back and forth. "I need to be here for Rhea." Y/N slurred. "Bunny, you need to rest; the match will be here when you get back." Damian picked her up and left the room. He took her back to the hotel and got her cleaned up before tucking her in.

That was an abrupt ending... yikes. I might rewrite it later.

#damian priest #damian priest x reader #tjd #the judgement day #wwe #wwe x reader #rhea x reader

57 notes · View notes

littlespacereader · 4 months

Note

Peter b Parker babysitting little reader (masc) reader wets the bed but Peter is vary nice about it and comeforts reader

My first request for a masc reader!! And Peter B. Parker as a babysitter is so cute!! I love the idea!! I’m always up for a bit of a comfort fic and this is it! I really hope you enjoyed this one!

Picking Pajamas 🕷️🌙

Caregiver!Peter B. Parker & Masc Little!Reader (SFW)

Tags - bed wetting, hurt and comfort, Peter B. Parked is a sucker for any Little,

Nicknames - kiddo, kid, handsome, buddy

“Alright kid, off to bed. Come on,” The tv clicked off and Peter stood up, cracking his tired limbs in the process.

“Nooooooooooo,” Y/N whined, throwing his head back against the couch.

“Yeeeeeessssss. You see what time it is? It’s bed time. Now snap to it kiddo or no bedtime story.” Peter bargain.

“……two bedtime stories?” Y/N asked with his best pair of puppy dog eyes.

Peter sighed with a smirk on his face, “Fine you got me, two bedtime stories it is. But only if you go brush your teeth and get ready right now.”

Y/N happily nodded and jumped off the couch, speeding off to the bathroom.

Peter smirked and shook his head. “Kids going to be the death of me.” He joked.

~~~

After a moment Peter entered Y/N’s bedroom to see him changed into his pjs going through a pile of books. Only issue is, his pjs are backwards.

“Kiddo come here,” Peter asked with a chuckle. Once Y/N did Peter helped him change his pajamas properly. “There you go handsome. All better.” He added with a small kiss to his forehead.

“Now what have got for me?”

Y/N happily ran back over to his pile of book and grabbed two from the pile to read.

“Great choices!” Peter said looking over the selection, “Alright let’s get you settled first and then we can dig in.”

Peter helped Y/N into bed, making sure he had all his stuffies and was properly tucked in all nice and warm. Once settled, he began to read the first book.

After a while the first book was done. He could see Y/N’s eyes were starting to droop slowly. Maybe two books was the best idea. So with that he opened the second one and began to read.

He was about halfway when he noticed Y/N was finally asleep. But now he was invested in the story…so he finished the book…for good measure. Then he carefully and quietly made his way out of Y/N room.

~~~

Peter had fallen asleep on the couch to some mindless television. One leg on the back of the couch and his body twisted like crazy. He was a wreck when he slept. But he started to come out of his sleep when he felt a small tug on his arm.

“Pete?”

He started to blink awake, untwisting and stretching the tiredness away. He opened his eyes and was met with a teary set of eyes infront of him. Instantly the Caregiver inside of him sprang up in worry.

“Y/N! What’s wrong? What’s going on?”

Y/N just bursted out crying. He couldn’t articulate what had happened or why he was upset. All he did was put his arms out for Peter. All he wanted was comfort.

And who was Peter to deny him that comfort. He went to bring him into a hug but Y/N stopped him.

“No! I’m…icky…” he said between cries.

Peter was confused but only for a moment before he spotted what the issue was. Y/N’s pajama bottom were wet. He had an accident.

“Awww, Y/N it’s okay. It’s just an accident. You’re not icky, I promise you that. Come here,” Peter said with his arms still open.

Y/N was hesitant, just for a second before he collapsed into his arms. Peter wrapped his arms around the Little, one arm holding onto his head, the other rubbing his back.

“It’s okay kid. I promise it’s all alright. It’s just an accident. You’re okay. It’s okay.”

After a moment of crying onto his shoulder, Y/N seemed to settle down. “There we go, you’re okay. Everything okay buddy. It’s just an accident.” He said as they broke apart.

“Not mad?” Y/N asked in a voice so small and vulnerable.

“No, never. Why would I be mad at an accident? You did nothing wrong. An accident is just that, an accident. There’s no need to be worried. You did nothing wrong and I am not angry.”

Peter wasn’t one for seriousness but in this moment Y/N felt every word he was saying. He knew it to be true.

“Now, let’s get you changed and back to bed.” Peter stood up and took Y/N’s hand in his.

“Actually you know what? I think I’m going to get changed tonight too.” Peter added.

That peaked Y/N’s interest. “Pete get changed too?”

“Yeah I think I will buddy. We’re get changed together. In fact I’m going to need your help choosing out some pajama for me.” Peter explained.

Y/N smiled for the first time since the accident.

“I pick! I pick!”

“Alright then. You go into my room and pick out the best pajama you can find for me and I’m going to go into your room and pick out the best pajamas for you. READY, SET, GO!!”

Was it the best idea to be winding up the Little this late at night? Probably not. But the look of excitement on Y/N’s face to get to pick out a pair of pajama for Peter made it worth it.

While Y/N was hard at work picking the very best pair of pajama, Peter went into Y/N’s room and stripped the bed of its wet sheet and blanket.

By the time Y/N retuned, the bed had been remade and Peter had a nice fresh pair of pajama waiting for him.

“Pete! Pete! Pajamas!”

Peter gasps in excitement as Y/N hands him the pajamas. “Y/N…these are the best pajamas I’ve ever been given! Thank you!!” Y/N smiled, beaming with happiness.

“First let’s get you changed, then I’ll get changed, and then it’s off to bed.”

First Peter helped Y/N out of the wet pjs. Then he helped clean and wipe him down before helping him into a fresh pair of pajamas. (He would normally give the Little a nice relaxing bath after an accident but with it being so late a quick wipe will do for now)

Then with the Little all set Peter got into his pajamas. “Wow!” He said again, “These are the best pajamas! I couldn’t have picked them better myself.”

Y/N was beaming from the praise. “Happy pajamas!” He jumped up!

“Yeah kiddo happy pajamas!” Peter smiled. “Alright, go to the potty real fast and then it’s off to bed.”

Y/N nodded and was off again. Once he returned he hoped into bed. But this time Peter decided to join him, being that it was late and totally not because Peter had a soft spot for the kid and wanted to make sure he was super comfortable.

So there the two slept. Peter sleeping on his back snoring away with one arm wrapped securely around Y/N who slept peacefully through the rest of the night. The accident long forgotten about.

52 notes · View notes

wolfjackle-creates · 4 months

Text

The Two Ghost Motel Chapter 3

Summary:

Danny is tired. Endless ghost fights with too many responsibilities and too little time; he barely passed sophomore year. When Ember visits town for a bit of fun, she mentions the Two Ghost Motel, a place of peace and refuge for restless ghosts who aren't ready to cross over. “I’m fine, Ember.” Danny’s got a home and friends. He’s fine, really. But when his parents begin experimenting with electricity to destabilize ghosts, it’s too much for Danny. Unfortunately, neither Sam nor Tucker can host him for the night and he’s left wandering in the night, alone. Then he sees it: The Two Ghost Motel. He checks in. “Welcome.”

Word Count: 5.9k

Warnings: Minor Original Character Death

Fandom: DPxDC (though no knowledge of DC is necessary for this fic.)

AO3, Chapter 1, Chapter 2

-----

All morning, they tried to catch the attention of any ghost they saw. They even knocked on doors if it seemed like someone was inside. After his fight with the receptionist, Danny was so low on energy he could feel his transformation pulling at him, but he refused to succumb to it.

Most people they saw ignored them entirely. Others would look in their general vicinity for a few seconds before continuing on their way. And some, usually the ones in more modern clothes, could be convinced to speak a few sentences.

Most only spoke about what they were currently doing. A dog walker told them about his dog, a smoker told them about his favorite brands of cigarettes. Sometimes they’d give a name, sometimes not. No one reacted to his questions about Tom and Alan.

The sun was much higher in the sky when they’d covered the front half of the building, still avoiding the office.

“Should we do the same for the back half?” asked Jay.

Danny groaned and leaned against the wall. “Let’s not. If I have one more person ignore me when I ask about Tom and Alan, I will punch something.”

Jay bumped their shoulders together. “Do you think there’s a way we could steal the log book from the receptionist?”

Danny chewed his lip and considered. “Let’s go back to one of our rooms. We need to plan. Do you know where all the entrances to the restricted areas are? Maybe we can find some answers there.”

“Duh, of course I do. That’s, like, the first thing you learn.”

“First thing you learn for what? I certainly never had anyone teach me stuff like that.”

Jay hesitated. “I— I don’t know. I think I had a job. Before, I mean. There was something I did. And I had to train a lot for it.”

“So you lived in an Alley that was also a Park that was near the ocean and you had a skilled job at fifteen. And you’re bird.”

“And there’s someone waiting for me,” added Jay.

“And there’s someone waiting for you,” agreed Danny.

“What are you trying to figure out?”

“I just, if I can figure it out, I’d like to know who you were. Maybe one day I can leave flowers on your grave or something.”

Jay shook his head. “Not my grave. I remember talking to a stone statue. It had wings and was up high. A…gargoyle? That’s where you should leave anything. And not flowers. Leave something cool, like a knife or a good book.”

“A gargoyle.” Danny raised an eyebrow, knowing Jay couldn’t see it. “Another clue.”

Jay grinned at him and grabbed his hand. “Come on,” he said as he pulled Danny up the stairs at the end of the building. “Let’s go and start planning.”

“Okay, okay!” Danny laughed as he ran after Jay. “I’m coming!”

Jay brought them to his room this time. It was much messier than Danny’s, more proof he’d been here for a long time. His bed was unmade and the drawer in the nightstand half ajar.

“The nightstand always had a favorite book of mine in it.”

“You like reading, then?”

“Yeah! It’s great. I used to spend so much time in the library before. They’d let anyone in and it was always warm in winter and cool in summer.”

Danny just hummed as he filed the information away.

Jay ignored the nightstand and book, though, and ran to the desk where he pulled open and slammed drawers shut. Until he pulled out a pad of paper and a pencil with an exclamation of success.

Quickly he began sketching out what Danny recognized as the general shape of the motel.

“How are you with heights? We should check the roof for other access points, too,” Jay said as he drew. When the general shape was sketched out, he added arrows. “This one is the office, obviously. Then here”—another arrow pointed near the right end of the motel—“Is a service door, but there’s no external handle on it.”

“Ghost can fly, birdie. Heights aren’t an issue.” He pointed to the side door. “And my intangibility seems to work here, so we can start there.”

Jay nodded. “You should teach me how to do that, too. If we get trapped or you get in trouble, I need to be able to help you.”

“You’re right. And it should be instinctual, so it won’t take long. When I first died, I had a harder time staying tangible than not. Dropped so many glasses. Got banned from chem class; it was a disaster.”

“Would there be a way to get past the receptionist? It’d make sense if she’s guarding the area we really need to get to.”

Danny tapped his fingers on the desk. “I could. But it would be loud and attract attention. And something about this place makes me more tired than I usually am. The fight this morning… I should’ve been able to redirect that fire with ease. She’s no where near as strong as some of the people I fight. But it was hard.”

Jay nodded and tapped his pencil near the office arrow. “We’ll leave it as a last resort, then.” He paused, then added, “Do you need to rest? If the fight took more out of you than you expected?”

Danny looked towards the bed and chewed his lip. It was edging into early afternoon. Jazz would know he was missing by now. Possibly his parents, too. But he could also feel the exhaustion under the surface. “I just need a bit of ectoplasm. And some food wouldn’t go amiss. Anywhere to get stuff like that besides the office?”

Jay hummed and looked towards the ceiling, only to shake his head. “No, I think the vending machine is the only option.”

“Think it’ll be safe to go back?”

Jay considered his question, then shrugged. “She calmed down at the end and then didn’t seem to give us a second glance. If we don’t try and cross her, it’ll probably be okay.”

“And I do need the ectoplasm…” Danny sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. “Let’s go.”

Jay nudged him with his elbow. “It’ll give us a chance to scope it out again before we have to attack later.”

“If we’re lucky, we won’t have to.”

Jay snorted. “Yeah, luck never works out like that. But we’ll do the other areas first. Now, intangibility?”

Danny laughed. “You just want superpowers.”

“Duh!”

“Intangibility and flight are easy. You’re a ghost. Ghosts don’t belong on Earth and don’t have to follow the physics of this universe. So just… remember that gravity is optional and your physical body doesn’t really exist here unless you want it to.”

Jay blinked at him. “That’s it?”

“That’s it.”

“Huh.” Jay looked at his hand in wonder. Then he touched the desk. His finger was stopped by the wood. Jay scowled and jammed it again to the same results.

Danny shook his head with an unseen grin. “Let me show you.” He took Jay’s hand and extended his intangibility to the boy. “See how that feels? You’re not really here unless you want to be. So let go.” He plunged both their hands through the desk before withdrawing his and leaving Jay’s.

“What the fuck!” exclaimed Jay as he tugged at his hand, solidly encased in the wood of the desk.

“Focus, birdie,” said Danny. “If it’s hard to think that you don’t exist, imagine it’s the desk that doesn’t exist instead. After all, for you, it doesn’t. You’re not from the same dimension, the same universe. The laws that govern the desk don’t apply to you.”

Jay glared at him, but then closed his eyes and focused. A moment later, he successfully pulled his hand out of the desk.

“There you go! Told you you could do it.”

Jay looked at his hand in wonder. “I did, huh? That’s so cool! It’s like I’m a Martian or something.”

“Not really,” said Danny. “When I first died, I looked into how Martian phasing works. It’s totally different to ghostly intangibility. Even if the end results are the same.”

Jay stuck his tongue out at him. “Shush. Let me have this.” He plunged his hand back through the desk and out. Then he turned to the wall and ran through it into Danny’s room.

Danny laughed and flew through the wall after him. “See told you it was easy!”

Jay grinned. “And I can fly, too? Like you are?”

“Yep. Gravity only applies if you want it to. Just, now that you’ve mastered intangibility, try not to sink into the ground. It can be hard to figure out which way is back to the surface if you’re not tuned into the gravitational force of the Earth.”

Jay nodded with a thoughtful expression. Then he jumped into the air, only to fall back to the floor. “Give me your hand,” he ordered. “Let me see what flight feels like.”

Danny obligingly reached out and took his hand, raising him up until they were both floating a few feet in the air. “See, no gravity. You don’t feel that pull towards the ground at all. In fact, you might as well be on solid ground.” He flipped them upside down. “And even like this, there’s no blood rushing to your head. It feels no different than having your feet oriented towards Earth’s ground.”

“Huh. I do see.” He pulled on Danny’s hand until they were floating over the bed, then turned right side up again. When he let go, he remained in the air. He grinned. “Damn, this is so cool. I’ve always been jealous of those who can fly!”

“Flying is my favorite power. I like to just fly high above the town and look up at the stars. Plus it’s way faster than walking and easier than running.”

“I can see why.” Jay landed on the floor and took a few steps before rising back up until he was level with Danny. “This is so cool! But, come on. Let’s go get you that food you want.”

“I want one of those ectodrinks more,” commented Danny. “But yeah, let’s go, Birdie.”

“What is ectoplasm, anyway?” Jay asked as he opened the door.

Danny shook his head. “You really don’t know anything, do you? I’ll have to ask Frostbite about it next time I see him. These things are supposed to be instinctual. Ectoplasm is what ghosts are made of. It’s what everything in the Ghost Zone is made of. Those plants growing through the asphalt in the parking lot? Ectoplasm. Your body? Ectoplasm.”

“Does that make you a cannibal if you eat it?”

Danny rolled his head to show he was rolling his eyes. “First of all, I will be drinking it. And second of all, no.”

“Seems like it would.”

Danny just ignored him and kept walking. When they got to where Matt still sat playing jacks, he stopped to watch.

When Jay joined him a moment later, he was frowning. “Hey, Matt,” said Jay.

Matt ignored them. Danny and Jay exchanged a look and Danny repeated the greeting. Matt still didn’t respond.

“Let’s just get something to eat,” said Danny after a moment. When they reached the door, took every ounce of will power he had to keep from hesitating before reaching out for the doorknob. Just as it had that first time, it stuck slightly under his grip, but opened easily enough.

Inside, the ghosts on the couch had changed out again and now there was someone else standing and staring at the coffee bar.

The receptionist didn’t react to their presence, and Danny let out a low breath. “What do you like?” asked Danny as they made their way to the vending machine.

“I’m gonna take a Zesti,” said Jay, punching in the code. Again, the machine activated without Danny putting any money in.

Danny got himself an ectodrink, bag of chips, and a packet of m&ms. “Okay, that should be good. Let’s go.” He shot another wary glance at the receptionist who was still frozen in place.

“Give me just a sec,” said Jay. He opened his can and looked around the room. “Who chose the wallpaper here, do you think?”

Danny shrugged. “How should I know? Come on, let’s get out of here.”

Jay looked around one more time as he sipped from his drink. “Fine. Let’s go.”

Finally being able to close the door between him and the receptionist helped, though he knew walls and doors didn’t mean much to ghosts.

“Let’s go check out Matt’s room,” said Jay.

“What? Why?”

“Why not? We learned he was staying in room 117 and apparently we can still phase into other people’s rooms. After all, we got into yours from mine. Maybe he and Alan were staying together and just never checked Alan in. Would explain why he won’t talk about him.”

“Huh, it would. Let’s do it.”

Jay grinned at him and sprinted down the sidewalk. Danny outpaced him easily by flying and laughed when Jay scowled at him and called him a cheater. Neither bothered to knock before phasing through the door.

At first, all they could see was blackness. Then the room seemed to form around them as their eyes adjusted to the low light that the drawn curtains allowed through.

It was empty. Obviously it had a bed and desk and dresser. Really, it was just a carbon copy of Danny’s room. The bed was neatly made and every thing was in its proper place. If Danny didn’t know better, he’d have assumed no one was staying in this room.

“Do you think more people leave their rooms like this or messy like mine?” asked Jay.

“Only one way to find out,” Danny replied, grinning.

Jay laughed and ran through the wall into the next room. For a moment, he thought he saw a cape flare behind his friend.

The next room looked more lived in, though not by much. The bed was still made, but a book sat on the nightstand and the TV remote was on top of the sheets rather than the dresser.

In the third room, the resident was sill present and Danny walked in on Jay already stammering out apologies.

The woman barely glanced up from her book before looking back down and flipping a page.

“What book is that?” Jay asked.

She lifted it up so they could see the cover.

“Oliver Twist? I read that book. Love and hate it, to be honest. Lotta weird feelings about that one.”

She looked up and actually made eye contact this time. She tilted her head as if to ask why.

Jay shrugged. “Did the musical one year at school. Too many people tried to compare me to Oliver. Do you know how annoying it is to have people look at you and ask ‘Please, sir, can I have some more?’ in a fake British accent every lunch period?”

Her mouth twitched into a faint smile.

Danny’s Midwestern manners meant he had to give his own apologies as well. “What’s your name, Ma’am? I’m Phantom and this is Jay. So sorry for barging in on you.”

She looked back at her page, but said, “Sylvia.”

“Sylvia? Cool name,” said Jay. “Is this your first time reading Oliver Twist?”

She shook her head slightly. “It’s my favorite.”

Jay nodded in agreement. “The motel is good about always having your favorite on hand, isn’t it?”

She nodded and turned her page.

Danny shifted from foot to foot. “Look, not to interrupt or anything, but have you met any of the other guests here?”

She shrugged and didn’t look up from her book.

“It’s just, I’m looking for a kid named Alan. He was one of the two playing jacks over near the office. And a man named Tom. I met him the night I checked in, but he disappeared in front of me just a few hours ago.”

“People always leave. Oliver’s mother left. His friends abandoned him.”

Jay nodded. “But his grandfather didn’t. And Phantom here, he won’t leave either—not until he can confirm they’re safe.”

She just shrugged again. “I don’t know. Guests come and they go. No one comes here intending to stay for more than a night or two.”

“But they do stay for longer,” said Danny.

Sylvia shrugged and turned her page.

Danny let out a groan of frustration—the mask made it sound even more angry and Jay glared at him.

“Sorry,” said Danny. “How long have you been here, Sylvia?”

“Just a night or two.”

“Where are you in the book?” asked Jay.

“Oliver is with Fagin.”

“Have you ever seen the musical? Or the movie?”

Sylvia didn’t reply and kept reading her book.

“They’re like NPCs in a video game,” said Danny. “Once you complete all the dialog options, they stop interacting.”

Jay couldn’t quite hold back his snort. “Enjoy your reading, Sylvia. It’s a good book, even if it’s not one of my favorites!”

She didn’t react and the boys left. Through the door, this time.

“We should probably not go into random rooms anymore, should we?”

“Probably not,” agreed Jay. “Besides, I think we’ve confirmed that none of the other ghosts know anything about the other guests. Continuing to chase them down is pointless.”

“Let’s go back to our rooms. I need to eat my snacks and then we can pick back up with our investigation.”

Danny flew up to the second floor, forcing Jay to follow him, rather than waste time walking to the stairs.

“You’re getting the hang of that,” he commented. Jay grinned at him with pride.

Once in his room, Danny took off his mask. “What?” he asked when he noticed Jay staring at him.

“You look so different without the face mask.”

Danny raised an eyebrow at him. “I look different when you can see my face instead of safety goggles and a respirator?”

Jay waved off his sarcasm. “You know what I mean. You feel more human this way. Why don’t you take it off more?”

“The mask is part of me now. I have to focus on keeping it off or it’ll reform over my face.” He pulled out the ectoplasm first and frowned when he noticed it was much more watery than he was used to seeing. “That’s odd…”

“What’s odd?”

“Ectoplasm doesn’t usually look like this.” Danny carefully unscrewed the cap and sniffed the open bottle. The scent burned, ozone and garbage and dirty toilet all in one. Danny gagged and quickly screwed the cap back on. “What is that?”

“How am I supposed to know?”

“It was rhetorical! That’s rancid. Gross.” He sighed. “Looks like we’re doing this while exhausted. Not my first time, won’t be my last.” He opened his bag of chips and practically shoved his nose into it to overpower the smell of the not-ectoplasm.

Jay sat on the bed. “So where are we going first? The side door with no handle?”

“Yeah, might as well. That and the roof are where we’re planning to start, right?”

“From what I’ve seen, yeah. Only other place is behind the desk in the office.”

Danny shuddered remembering the receptionist’s transformation. “Hopefully not.” He shoved a handful of chips in his mouth. Enough ghosts liked to attack during his lunch period at school that he’d learned to eat fast. In no time, the chips and candy were gone and his mask was back in place.

Jay stood. “Let’s go, then.”

“Hang on a sec,” said Danny. “I want to go through my bag. See what supplies I have handy. Might have a weapon for you.”

“Ooo! Weapons! Let me see!” Jay bounced over to peer at the closed bag.

Danny laughed. “Hold on a minute!” Before touching his bag, he pulled the ectoknife out of his pocket and passed it over. “Have you used a knife before?”

Jay grabbed it and flicked the blade in and out. “Duh. You never left home without at least two weapons where I grew up. Been handling knives since I was a toddler.”

“Right. I’m not touching that one.” A quick feel around his pockets revealed nothing else useful. Turning to the bag, he quickly discarded most of the clothes he’d shoved in the top, though he paused on the socks.

He stood and grabbed the not-ectoplasm from where he’d left it on the desk and wrapped the bottle in the socks as protection before putting it in a pocket of his suit. At Jay’s confused look, Danny explained, “I can study it when I get home. See how it’s similar to and different from normal ectoplasm.”

Jay nodded, but asked, “Why do you even have clothes, anyway? I haven’t seen you change at all. And I know I haven’t.”

Danny shrugged. “I told you—I’m weird for a ghost.” Under his clothes, he unearthed a thermos which he immediately clipped to his hip.

“What’s that?”

“A containment device.” Although the answer clearly didn’t satisfy Jay, he didn’t ask any further questions. Unfortunately, Caspar High had banned blasters after some of the students had begun shooting each other with them, but he did find a lipstick laser he’d been meaning to give to Sam. For over a month now. “Here. Take this, too.”

“Lipstick?” asked Jay as he removed the cap.

“Wait! Don’t do tha—”

A laser shot from the tip and burned a mark in the wall. “Dude! What sort of movie-spy shit is this? Why do you have it?”

“My parents are ghost hunters. They like making stuff like that.”

“Ghost hunters? But aren’t you a ghost now?” The concern was practically oozing off Jay and it made Danny grimace.

“Look, it’s fine. My sister and friends know about me and my parents have a ton of useful things I can use to help fight ghosts.” He continued rummaging through his bag. He found his phone, but it was dead. Which shouldn’t have been possible since he’d switched to an ectoplasmic battery that should’ve kept it powered for years. Nothing he did would get it to work, though, so he shoved it back in his bag. He and Tucker would figure it out later.

“What’s that?”

“My phone. But it doesn’t seem to be working right now. And I don’t have anything else remotely useful on me. I need to figure out how to sneak a blaster into school or something. This is pathetic.”

“Don’t worry about it. It’s better than I had before. And we’re just doing reconnaissance, right?”

Danny huffed out a half-laugh. “How often does reconnaissance stay reconnaissance?”

“Touche,” agreed Jay. But he still grabbed Danny’s hand and pulled him out of the room. “But that’s what makes it exciting.” He jumped over the railing, stopping their fall a few feet above the ground.

“You’re really getting the hang of flying.”

“I’m used to jumping off tall buildings. Even easier now that I can fly!”

“You jumped off tall buildings? Why!”

Jay grinned at him. “Yep. Don’t remember why, but I did it all the time. Now, let’s go!” Without waiting for a reply, Jay flew towards the end of the motel, leaving Danny to follow.

The area along the side of the motel hadn’t been cleared in a long time. The bushes, their leaves a bit too luminescent to be native earth plants, were overgrown and the grass reached halfway up their calves. Right in the wall where Jay had said it would be sat a solid, metal door without a handle. Jay didn’t hesitate before moving towards it, but Danny grabbed his arm to stop him.

“I’m gonna look in first. I’m better able to defend myself if things go wrong.”

Jay groaned. “Fine. But I can look after myself.”

“I’m realizing that, but this is my area of expertise.”

Jay pouted but didn’t argue, so Danny turned just his head invisible and looked through the door.

Only to be faced with pitch black. Absolutely no light made it’s way into the area behind the door. With a mental curse, he brought a hand through and pulled up an ectoblast for a bit of light. Dusty, cement stairs led down into a cellar. Wires hung from the ceiling and green ectoplasm, or maybe that not-ectoplasm—his mask effectively blocked scent so he wasn’t sure—dripped down the walls.

Danny pulled out. “I don’t see anyone. But there’s a steep stairway, so be careful.”

Jay nodded his agreement and the two stepped through the door. Danny used an ectoblast for light again, and the two picked their way down the stairs.

Danny reached out a gloved hand to touch the green fluid on the walls—it had the same consistency of the not-ectoplasm.

“Can you smell anything rotten?” asked Danny.

Jay sniffed. “I don’t know if I’d call it rotten, but it smells like old blood and fire.”

“Try not to touch anything, I don’t know if it’s dangerous to ghosts or not.”

“Trust me, Phantom. I had no intentions of touching it. Nothing good comes of weird, glowing liquids. Everyone knows that.”

Danny huffed a laugh. “Not in Amity. We’re used to it there.”

They fell silent as they reached the bottom of the stairs. Pipes ran along ceiling, and the floor was made of cheap linoleum. He still couldn’t see any light fixtures. The hall went on for a few dozen feet before ending at another solid metal door.

The breathing from Danny’s suit seemed to echo in the hallway. And his boots were nearly impossible to walk silently in. Each sound made him wince internally, especially since he had to look back to confirm Jay was still with him. When they reached the door, it was locked. Danny turned intangible again and tried to stick his head through, only to bang it hard on the door. “Ow,” he muttered under his breath. He shook his head and, more cautiously, tried to stick his hand through instead. It also hit resistance.

“What’s wrong?” whispered Jay.

“It’s warded against ghosts,” Danny replied. “Can’t phase through.” With his hands intangible, he started at the center of the door and reached outwards, then up to the ceiling, then to the floor. When every inch seemed to be blocked to him, he moved to the walls bordering the doorway, only to have the same problem.

“What do we do now?” asked Jay, who had reached out to try as well. His attempts were no better.

Danny worried at his lip. Even just maintaining the ectoblast for light was requiring constant focus. And the pull was taking far more energy that it should. “We’ll have to go back. Or figure out where the shield is generated from. If we can disrupt that, we may be able to get through.

“Damn. How would we know what the shield looks like?”

Danny shrugged. “I know what the ones my parents and the GIW use. But those designs were invented in the last two years. I’ve no idea how old this place is or what technology they’re using to ward off ghosts. Let’s go back outside and we can reassess.” Maybe something would come to him if he didn’t have to focus on making their light.

Jay nodded and the two navigated their way back out. Danny kept his hands on both walls, but at no point did the shield break. Not until they reached the exit door which only allowed them back outside.

“That was pointless,” Danny said as he collapsed on the ground. If he’d been human, he would’ve been panting.

“No it wasn’t,” argued Jay. “We know there’s something important down there now.”

Danny groaned. “But we can’t get to it. If only we were back in Amity. If I had access to the full Fenton arsenal, I could maybe do something.”

“What’s the Fenton arsenal?”

“My parents’ weapons vault. You have the laser. The thermos”—he gestured to his hip—“is another invention of theirs.”

“They have an entire weapons vault? And they just let you access it?”

“They’re ghost hunters and scientists,” said Danny with a shrug. “It’s my normal. Part of my chores growing up were to help clean the lab.” Danny groaned as he pushed himself up.

He swayed once on his feet and Jay helped steady him. “Woah, are you okay?”

Danny yawned. “I’m more tired than I thought.” He was close to transforming unwillingly, but he had enough control to force it back. “This place is doing something to me. Let’s go back to my room. If I can’t get any ectoplasm here, I need to nap for an hour or two. My core needs to recharge somehow. Then we can check out the roof.”

“Will I get tired like you if I keep flying and using intangibility?”

“Normally I’d say no. But I’m also never this wiped out from a minor fight, so…” He shrugged. When they reached room 114, he flew to the second story and walked through the wall into his room and collapsed face-first onto the bed.

Only to let out a grunt of pain when his mask pressed awkwardly against his face and his goggles dug into his eyes. He rolled to his side. “Sometimes I really hate that I died in this suit. It is not comfortable.”

Jay laughed and poked him in the back. “Get some rest, sleeping beauty. I’ll wake you up in a bit.”

“Thanks, birdie. Night.”

If he replied, Danny didn’t hear it.

---

“Jus’ five m’r minutes, Jazz,” mumbled Danny as he tried to shift away from the person shaking him awake.

“Phantom!” called out a male voice.

Not Jazz. Tucker? But he wouldn’t call him Phantom. Danny yawned and opened his eyes to see a black-haired, blue-eyed boy staring at him and an unfamiliar ceiling.

“Finally! I’ve been trying to wake you for ages.”

“Birdie?” Danny pushed himself up until he was leaning against the headboard.

“Yep! Since you were sleeping so hard, I went to the roof. There was a vent up there I was able to climb into. And guess what? It leads to an area over Ms. Creepy Receptionists’s desk! Could probably jump down from it and land behind her, giving us access to the forbidden area.”

Danny blinked a few times, his brain struggling to shake off the his nap. “What time is it?” he asked.

Jay rolled his eyes. “Are you even listening to me? It’s like six or seven or something. Not quite dark out yet.”

Danny yawned. “Sorry I slept for so long.”

“It’s fine. I figured you needed it. But come on! We have to get going now. There’s people waiting for us.”

“Right. Tom and Alan.”

Jay rolled his eyes. “Them, too. I guess.”

Danny yawned again and lifted his goggles to rub at his eyes. “So a passage to the receptionists office? You shouldn’t have explored without me.”

“I’m not some untrained kid. Besides, you gave me two weapons. I was perfectly safe. And aren’t you the one who said we had to hurry?”

Danny rolled out of the bed and stretched. “Yeah, yeah. I need to get home. I’m sure there’s already people looking for me.” He closed his eyes and reached for his core. He didn’t have as much power as usual, but he had enough. More than before his nap at least. He let it’s coolness center him. “I’m ready.”

Jay grinned and held open the door, following Danny out.

This time, Danny led them towards the stairs rather than flying down. Evening had settled in and the the overcast skies were darkening, though the horizon was still light. “Let’s try talking to Matt one more time. I’d like to avoid fighting the receptionist if at all possible.”

“But the kid doesn’t remember anything!” protested Jay.

“Then it won’t take long.”

Jay groaned theatrically, but he followed Danny to where Matt was still playing with his jacks.

“Hey, Matt,” greeted Danny. The boy didn’t react and Danny sat across from him on the ground. “Mind if we join in?” he asked.

Matt still didn’t respond, but he caught the ball and picked up all the jacks before tossing them back out. He handed the ball to Danny.

Jay took a seat between them. “Sweet, another round! Hey, Matt, how’s Alan doing? We’ve been all over the motel today and haven’t seen him.”

Matt looked at Jay and Danny tossed up the ball to play the onsies round. Matt never verbally replied, though Jay continued to ask more questions. He asked about Matt’s mother, where he lived, what classes he took in school. All of it was met with silence. Though the few times Danny was able to look up, Alan was staring at Jay rather than the game.

When he finished his round, Danny let out a celebratory, “Yes! Got it!”

Jay clapped his hands slowly. “Good for you. You managed to complete the easiest round,.”

“Shut up,” said Danny. “I’m still learning. Just for that, I vote Matt goes next. What do you say, Matt?” Danny held out his hand with the ball.

He didn’t say anything but did take the ball.

Danny and Jay watched as he tossed the ball up and let it bounce once before grabbing a jack and catching the ball.

He’d repeated the action twice when Jay asked, “Matt, are you feeling all right?”

Danny looked over at Jay in surprise before turning his attention back to Matt. The kid was pale, but not an unusual color for a ghost. Though… he rubbed his goggles. Was he blurry around the edges? A quick glance at Jay proved his goggles were fine. Matt was a bit faded around the edges.

“Are you turning invisible on us?” asked Danny, forcing his tone to be light and joking even as his core thrummed in fear.

Matt, as expected, didn’t reply to either of them. Jay and Danny exchanged a look, but neither could stand to take their eyes off the boy for long. With each toss of the ball, Matt looked more and more out of focus.

Then, when he was down to the last jack, his body disappeared entirely when he threw up the ball. All that remained visible was his shining core. Danny lunged forward even as the core and ball both fell to the ground.

His fingers only just brushed Matt’s core as it hit and shattered into sparkling dust.

The sound of the ball bouncing on the cement next to his head echoed in his ears as he stared.

The dust from Matt’s core flickered with light, though it kept getting dimmer and dimmer. Danny grasped at it, trying to gather it up in his hands. Jay joined him. But there was nothing they could do. The dust fell through their fingers and disappeared faster than they could gather it.

But Danny kept trying until the last speck faded and nothing of Matt remained. The ball finished bouncing and came to a rest against the wall.

“What just happened?” asked Jay.

The question was enough to jolt Danny back to motion. He snatched the bouncy ball and shoved it in his pocket then jumped to his feet. He grabbed Jay’s hand and pulled him up as well.

“We have to leave. Now.” He ran, dragging Jay behind him.

-----

Chapter 4

The ending of this chapter is one of the first scenes I planned for the fic. It may be the darkest thing I've ever written (and shared). Please let me know what you think. I've never written this genre before, so I want to know if something didn't hit right.

#dpxdc #two ghost motel #my writing #ectoimplosion 2023 #original character death #i don't really have much to say about this one #things just got real #will they be able to get out?#just one more chapter to go

36 notes · View notes

marchsfreakshow · 9 months

Text

'Quiet Boy' [Kit Walker x Fem!reader]

Kit is stressed and is more quiet than usual. You want to help him out, so you do the best thing you can think of. Fem!Reader No one's perspective CW!: Oral [male receiving] praise, praise and more praise. !!MDNI WITH THIS FIC!!

~~~~~~~

"Darlin'?" Y/N appeared behind Kit and placed her arms around his shoulders, giving them a gentle rub. He jumped slightly and looked frizzled when he turned around. "Sweets, are you alright? You seem out of it."

Kit nodded and ruffled his hair, looking down at the ground with a concerned look on his face. He was lost somewhere. Deep in a memory. Y/N figured she couldn't get him out of it. But felt starting her plan would only make it worse, so she waited, and watched on in worry. Quiet tension filled the air, Kit's mumbles sounding scared and angry. It was too much for the both of them, so Y/N took a firm grip on Kit's hands and made him come back to the present. "Sweetie, this has happened twice now. What's happening in that darling brain of yours?"

"memories." He huffed, blinking a bit to get the blur out of his eyes and properly look at his wife. "Too many bad memories. Thought they woulda gone by now."

Y/N nodded, walking Kit to their room and sitting him down. "I want to make those memories go away." She noted, straddling Kit, and keeping a grip on his shoulders.

"Oh? How so suga'?" Kit asked. Y/N grinned confidently and started to grind down on Kit's lap, feeling him getting harder by the second. Kisses were exchanged. Hard kisses mixed with soft ones and both of their hands were roaming each other's bodies. Like teenagers exploring sex for the first time, they both giggled and held onto each other. "You're so good for me darling." He whined, gripping Y/N's torso and attempting to move her to get himself off. Kit was a whiner, it just turned Y/N on more, smirking at him.

"Be patient baby, let go." Kit did so, and quickly, Y/N dropped down to her knees, getting to work and undoing the zip on his jeans. Kit didn't waste any time pulling his boxers down a bit and letting his cock spring up. It was already leaking with pre-cum, so Y/N took that as a clue and licked it up, teasing the poor man.

She kitten licked around the edge of his cocks head, where it was most sensitive. Kit just shook from it and lightly gripped Y/N's shoulders. "Y/N..." He whined, looking down at the woman, it made her smile, and enveloped the head in her mouth, drooling over it, and starting to move her head up and down slowly. She wanted to tease Kit as much as she could so he focused on her and not the memories of the asylum.

Kit had enough of the teasing at some point, and just grabbed Y/N's hair, pushing her down and thrusting in her mouth and down her throat. Now he was in command, and Y/N took notice, looking up at Kit with the puppy-dog eyes he loved so much. He stopped and pulled out of her mouth once he saw tears in the corners of her eyes. "Are you okay baby?" Kit kneeled down to Y/N's level and wiped the loose tears.

"God you're cute, im fine darling, you know that." She just chuckled and gave Kit a kiss before pulling herself and Kit up on the bed. "C'mon, carry on, I know you're close." A smirk came onto Kit's face and he laid down, letting Y/N figure out the rest.

With new spit covering Kit's already hard and coated dick, Y/N went back to work, sucking and going faster when Kit's hips unconsciously thrust upwards, he was close. Looking up while sucking, gave Y/N the confidence to go faster, and reached up, linking her fingers with Kit's letting him squeeze it whenever it felt like too much. The feeling almost overwhelmed Kit as he was tipped over the edge and pushed her head down as he finished, head tipped back in pleasure. "f-fuck.." But y/n was able to swallow most of the cum Kit let out, and crawled her way back up to Kit, laying beside him and smiling, happy with herself. "You're such a good girl baby."

"Well, you're a good boy for taking it so well." Y/N giggled, kissing Kit's cheek. "Are you okay now?"

"I think so darlin'." Kit smiled, holding Y/N's face gently, and just staring at her.

#ahs #evan peters #american horror story #kit walker #kit walker smut #ahs asylum #Asylum #american horror story asylum #smut #terrible smut #i am love kit walker #praise

142 notes · View notes

anangelwhodidntfall · 11 months

Note

Or if you don't want to do that

A scenario of where Reader was bit by dig as child ( has mark to prove it) and is now afraid of dogs, but our loving partners realise because everytime they are with max you avoid them within a 30 ft radius and help you get over your fear by slowing introducing you to max

Or both even you choose ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Anyway have a good day/afternoon/evening/night

sorry forgot to put the thank you in advance thank ❤❤❤

Cuddly Boy: Ariel x Reader x Prince Eric

You loved all animals and weren't afraid of them until a dog bitten you when you were a child, you had come ashore one day and saw the dog. You had walked over and briefly put your hand towards its head to give it some rubs when it bit you making you cry out and ever since then you've been afraid of any type of dog.

You and your two lovers had been out walking around when Max came running up to you making a shriek and back away from him. Your two lovers were loving on Max when they noticed you weren't there, they looked up and saw you about half a mile down the beach.

"Y/n, come here, he just wants love." Ariel said.

"I'm good, you guys give him all the love you want." You said as they looked at each other.

They both shared a look not sure why you were acting like this but shook it off as Max went off to find Grimsby. The next time it happened you had been in your room getting ready when he came in excitedly jumping on you making you scared you screamed jumping onto the dresser as Eric and Ariel came running in worried about you.

"Get it out!" You said through tears as your lovers looked at you confused.

Ariel walked Max out of the room and went to go grab you some water while Eric gently scooped you in his arms and carried you over to the bed. He gently rocked in his arms rubbing his hand up and down your back worried about you, Ariel returned with a glass of water and handed it to you with a small smile.

"Y/n, my love can you tell us why you are afraid of Max?" Ariel asked gently.

"I never used to be afraid of dogs until I got bit by one." You said as realization hit your lovers.

"You were bit by one?" They asked.

"I was. It was probably the first time I came ashore here, I had seen this dog so I had walked over and went to pet it and when I went to pet it, it bit me hard and since then I have this scar and have been afraid of them." You said showing them the scar on your wrist.

"Oh y/n, we had no idea, I'm so sorry." They said squeezing your hand.

"You know Max isn't like that? He's actually a big cuddly bear." Eric said looking at you.

"Can we try to introduce him to you?" Ariel asked you as you nodded your head.

Ariel sat with you rubbing a hand up and down your arm helping to keep you calm while Eric walked in with Max. He kneeled before you and held Max in his arms as Max smothered him with his kisses.

"Ready we are just going to gently touch him for now but if it becomes too much just let us know, okay?" She asked grabbing your hand as you nodded your head.

She took your hand with hers and brought it to Max's fur and gently ran along it, which made you smile at how soft it was. You slowly let go of her hand and started petting him on your own which he seemed to love as your lovers smiled at you.

"How was that baby?" Eric asked you as Max ran off.

"Not as bad as I thought it was going to be, he's so fluffy." You said with a smile.

Slowly every day they would work with you to introduce you to Max until one day you felt comfortable enough to find Max on your own. He had followed you into your room, so you invited him up on your bed where he smothered you with kisses and cuddled with him. Your lovers could hear your giggles and were curious about what you were giggling at, and peeked their heads in the room where they saw you playing with Max making them smile.

#prince eric x you #prince eric fanfiction #prince eric x y/n #prince eric x reader #ariel x reader x prince eric #ariel x reader #ariel x you #ariel and eric #prince eric x ariel x y/n #the little mermaid fanfiction #the little mermaid x reader

79 notes · View notes

bratshaws · 2 years

Text

goodness gracious 9. brb x oc

(yes im repeating this gif cause i fucking love it )

a/n:

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: absolute fucking fluff with a dash of suggestive content.

chapters:

1/2/3/4/5/6/7/8

taglist: @mirandastuckinthe80s @roosterschanelslut @wiipes @lcahwriter @shrimping-for-all @gretagerwigsmuse @frenchtoastix

@lizzie-rdj

Unlike before the barbecue, Bea set three different outfits on her bed for her date with Rooster three hours before he actually got there. She still couldn’t believe it, cupping her cheeks as she bounced on the spot excitedly, giggling like a teenager. He asked her out, he wanted to ask her out, it wasn’t some sort of prank. He genuinely did!!

So she took her time, trying on each outfit and sending the pictures to Shells. The chosen one was a black,yellow and blue striped top that wasn’t short enough to be considered a crop top but it exposed a tiny bit of her stomach, with high waisted dark denim shorts. She suggested for Bea to slide on some dark stockings since the temperature could drop a bit and it’d match her combat boots.

She ignored Shells’ message of ‘take condoms!!!’ however. She hummed to herself, dressing up without much hurry, then taking her time putting on her makeup. The Royal Red lipstick spread over her full lips, clicking the tube shut she took one last look at her reflection, fluffing her hair so it’d look more voluminous.

“Red is a good color on you.”

Her cheeks darkened as she remembered his words from yesterday. She took in a deep breath, releasing it through her crimson colored lips before she shook herself out of her stupor. “Okay…” she looked down at her phone, seeing he’d be there in just a few minutes, “Okay! Okay.” with one final look and a deep breath for courage, she walked out of her bathroom down the staircase.

Jolene looked up from her spot on the couch, long tail thumping on the cushion, “Jo, you behave okay? I’ll be back later.” she presses tiny kisses to the pitbull’s head, before she hears a car park outside. She straightens herself, grabbing her purse only to close her eyes and try to swallow down her anxiety.

The knock on her door makes Jolene leap out of the couch, her butt wiggling as she sniffs through the crack, “Jo.” she gently pushes her away with her leg, before opening the door. It wasn’t so different from his usual wardrobe, Hawaiian shirt, white tank, but he seemed so much more attractive. He was leaning on the door frame with his elbow, while his other arm stayed behind his back.

He looked at her through his sunglasses, then tilted them down his nose with the tip of his index finger, “Hi.”

She smiled nervously, “Hi.”

When he moved the arm behind his head, she didn’t really know what to expect, but her eyes widened when he pulled out a small bouquet: daisies and lavenders, wrapped in a light yellow paper. She gasped, grabbing it as if it was the most precious thing she had ever seen, looking up at him with amazement, “You got me flowers…I-I never got flowers before.”

“I aim to change that,” he says smoothly, smirking at her, “You look gorgeous.”

Beatrice hides her face in the bouquet, her cheeks burning, “Thank you…you look…really nice too…u-um I’m going to–” she gestures vaguely inside, then lifts the flowers, speed walking to her kitchen. She cups her cheeks with her hands, her stomach swirling with butterflies. God, this was going to be the end of her and she’d accept it gladly.

She put the flowers in a jar and set it on her kitchen counter, rushing back out to see Rooster crouched, playfully using his hands to wrestle Jolene while growling at the pitbull who was very happy with the attention. He looks up when he notices her legs getting closer, giving her a toothy grin, “Ready?” she nods and he gives Jo’s tummy a gentle pat, standing to his full height.

He waits for her outside, with his hands in his jeans, watching her lock the door and wave goodbye to her dog through the window. She turns to him, clenching her purse’s strap while biting her lower lip with a smile following him until he opens the passenger door for her, watching until she was inside to close it and walk to his own door, knocking his knuckles on the Bronco with a silly smile on his face.

Rooster gets in, buckling his seatbelt before looking up at her “Well,” he turns the car on, “I know of a cool place, with nice food and great atmosphere.” he begins, removing his sunglasses to slip inside his tank’s collar, “I think you’ll like it.”

“Yeah?”

“Oh, yeah.” he smiles, throwing her another glance, “You really look gorgeous.”

She blushed again, rubbing her hands over her stockings covered thighs, “Thanks.” he didn’t look for too long, because he was just a warm blooded man and this was their first date. But God damn her thighs looked nice. He didn’t turn on the radio, enjoying the comfortable silence that surrounded them, leading the Bronco through streets and corners until they reached their desired destination.

The name of the restaurant, Trooper, shone in bright lights above them. It seemed to be like a burger joint, not too fancy, but clearly popular if the amount of cars outside was anything to say. He stepped out first, walking around the car to open the door for her, offering her his hand so she could step out. When she did, the wind hit her cheeks briefly before stopping so she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, “Huh.” she begins, “I think this is close to the theater.” she almost jumps when she feels the warmth of his large hand on her lower back, gently pushing her to walk alongside him.

“Yeah?” he asks, opening the door for her, the bell above their heads ringing “I thought I saw an old theater there.”

“Yeah, they do old movie marathons there sometimes. With souvenirs and such.” she smiles, looking around the joint with wonder. Like a 50’s diner, it’s main colors were red white and black. The booth seats were covered in red vinyl and the tiles were black and white, literal american family ideal. He leads her to a booth between the middle and end of the restaurant, where they’d sit next to the large windows.

She sat down, scooting herself closer to the window while he did the same on the opposite side. The menus were tucked on the corner of their table so he pulled two of them out, handing one over to Bea so they could decide on what to eat.

The waitress, who looked to be right around her mid to late fifties, with poofy blonde hair, blue eyeshadow and red lipstick walked up to their table, “Well, what will the two lovebirds get?” she asked sweetly which made Beatrice blush and smile down at the menu.

“I’ll just get the double burger with extra fries and spicy mayo, with a large coke.” he smiles charmingly, his eyes moving towards Beatrice.

“I think..’she chewed the corner of her lip, “I think I’ll have um…the grilled chicken pesto panini with fries and the lemonade please.” she smiles and the waitress writes down their order on her notepad taking the menus away from them with a wink.

Beatrice leans back on her seat, looking up at the decor with a smile, before meeting his eyes only to find him looking right at her with his interlaced hands in front of his mouth, but it did nothing to hide his smile, “What?”

“Nothin’.” he murmurs, lowering his hands to fold his arms on the table, “Just looking.”

Beatrice’s face turned red and she didn’t know what to do with herself, so she just laughed shyly looking away from him to the window, watching the passerby’s instead. He hums, leaning back on his own seat to run his hand through his hair, “Can I ask you something?” she turns her head towards him with a small smile, “Was it so hard to believe I wanted to go out with you?”

She tensed up, licking her red coated lips, trying to find how to reply “...yeah, honestly.” she shrugs and he frowns, “I didn’t think I’d be…I dunno, someone you’d go for.”

“Why?” he questions, but she just shrugged again, ripping the sides of the napkin to prevent herself from answering. “You are sweet, you are kind, you are gorgeous, why wouldn’t I be interested?”

She bites her lower lip, her long lashes covering her eyes but she’s smiling, “You think so?”

“What?”

“That I’m gorgeous?”

Rooster felt like he’d been slapped, “Of course I do. Only an idiot wouldn’t think so.” Beatrice’s cheeks only got redder but her smile widened, one of her hands playing with the ends of her hair “Look, I don’t know what sort of dumb shit people have been sayin’ to you, but I won’t lie to you. I’d never lie to you. You are gorgeous, I swear.”

Beatrice looked at him through her lashes and she nodded, her chest exploding with butterflies. It felt like a dream she’d never want to wake up. “Thank you.” she whispers, “It…I’m glad um…thanks Rooster.”

Rooster grinned, then leaned closer, “One more thing, but only because you are oh so cute, you don’t have to call me Rooster all the time.” she blinks at him, “You can call me Bradley or Brad or…whatever you’d like. I don’t mind.”

Her smile broadened and he felt like fainting, “Okay,Bradley.” his body immediately reacted to her voice saying his name and he tried to fight back how good it made him feel.

“You’ve never seen Alien?” she asked him in shock, to which he shakes his head negatively, taking a big bite of his burger, some of the spicy mayo sticking to his mustache, “How come?”

“I never took myself to watch it,” he says, slowly chewing his burger, once he swallowed he took a sip of his coke before wiping his lips, “Is it any good?”

“Good? It’s considered to be one of the greatest sci-fi and horror films of all time! Not to mention culturally,historically and aesthetically significant by the Library of Congress!” she stretched her arms for emphasis, “It’s incredible and- and it has Sigourney Weaver in her first big role!”

“The only thing I know it’s those um…” he wiggled his fingers, trying to find the word, “The one you have on your bag, that it's the alien people have to run from.”

“The Xenomorph, yes!” she smiles and he can’t help but smile himself when her face lights up ,”Well, you know half of it then. Do you know why they run from it?” he shakes his head again, “Good, good, no spoilers then…well then, what are a few of your favorite movies?”

Bradley swallowed another bite, pausing to think on it, “Gremlins…but the second one, with Hulk Hogan, where they go to New York. Ghostbusters uh…” she smiles even more, nodding for him to continue, “I don’t know, any movies with Stallone too.”

“You would be a Stallone guy.” she says and he narrows his eyes playfully at her “Do you even like Stop!Or Mom Will Shoot? It has Estelle Getty on it.”

“I don’t think I ever saw that one.”

“I wouldn’t blame you, it was an office bomb.”

“Who’s Estelle Getty?”

Beatrice gasped loudly, even louder than before, placing a hand over her heart in shock, “Who’s Estelle Ge– You’ve never seen the Golden Girls either?” once again, a negative head shake, “Oh my God! Do you at least know who Betty White is?”

“She did that movie with an alligator, didn't she? Where she raised the babies and they got bigger.” she nods, “That one I saw.”

She chuckles, taking another bite of her sandwich, licking her fingers clean when some pesto landed on them, “Golden Girls is one of my favorite shows. It ran from 85 to 92, I used to watch it with my nonna during the weekends I visited her.” her eyes soften and she looks to the side, “Estelle Getty’s character kind of reminds me of my nonna. She was a little spitfire.”

Bradley’s own gaze softened when she spoke about her grandmother - that's one of the few words he knew from Italian - her red covered lips curved up in a smile, “What’s the show about?”

“Oh!” she immediately perked up, “It’s about four women in their golden years who live together in Miami! The show was very progressive by the time. They talked about mental health issues, getting old, having a romantic life while in their old age!” she sighs happily, falling back on her seat, “It’s so, so good. I think I forgot how many times I’ve watched it.”

His whiskey colored eyes just continued looking at her, his chest warming up at her excitement while sharing her interests, which honestly only made him curious to watch them himself. Maybe he would.

He doesn’t know how long they kept talking after that, both of their plates empty and the restaurant only got quieter as people left, but he couldn’t bring himself to stop talking. Beatrice not only was pretty, kind and unbelievably cute. She was smart and funny, she knew a lot about pop culture, about history and about art, even pausing herself when she felt she was talking more than he was.

But he assured her he didn’t mind, he honestly liked hearing her talk about the things she enjoyed. Weirdly enough, his former relationships never had this much talking involved, at least not with something he could enjoy too. He’s okay talking about the Navy, about being a pilot, it is what he does…but after a while, it gets tiring because it seems that’s all people wanted to know about him. Or even worse, ask him about his parents when he clearly didn’t feel comfortable.

Beatrice never questioned much about what he did, possibly because she knew since she worked at the Hard Deck. She asked him about his interests with genuine curiosity, because she wanted to know his thoughts about it and he couldn’t help but breathe out a sigh of relief when the conversation went for as long as it did.

They decided to leave once they noticed they spent too long just sitting there with their empty plates in front of them. The waitress just gave them a knowing smile when Bradley went up to pay, telling Beatrice not to worry, even adding the ‘please’ at the end of his sentence, much like she did back in Mr.Scoops. She blushed but nodded, standing next to him in silence, the two thanking the waitress before they walked out.

He looked down at his watch, “Holy shit, it’s already nine o’clock.” he laughs, showing it to her, who leaned closer, holding his wrist.

“We spent two hours there!”

“I didn’t even see the time go by.” he smiles, the two of them walking side by side on the sidewalk, the nightlife lighting up the farther they got from the little restaurant.

“Me neither.” she says, holding her hands together when she felt the itch to hold his own hand, only to watch him slide it inside his jeans pockets. She allowed herself to look around, smiling a bit, “Gosh I haven’t been to this area in years.” her eyes locked on a bar filled with college aged kids, “There used to be an arcade here and a record store.” she points when they walk past the bar, Bradley moving closer to her when he notices some of the college kids were being too loud for his liking.

“Yeah? How come?”

She shrugs, still keeping her eyes moving, “I guess…I dunno, I guess it brought me some memories I still wasn’t able to handle.” their eyes met and she laughed quietly, “Oh, I don’t think it’s good to talk about it on our first date.” ah, ex-boyfriend, he thought. He didn’t pry, but he couldn’t help but be curious about it either.

They reached the end of the street, turning it only to face the old theater she talked about. She looked up to the sign announcing the movies for the evening, then she gasped loudly, holding his arm “Bradley! Look!” she pointed upwards, so he tilted his head back.

Alien Movies Marathon 9:00-4:00

She squeezed his arm, almost vibrating with excitement, “Oh my god!! I can’t believe they are doing this again!” she downright squealed and he couldn’t help but be filled with warmth over her joy. She snaps her head at him, “We could watch it! I-If you want to! But only until the third movie, the rest isn’t the greatest.”

Well, he never saw the movie…

”Why not? If it’s here why don’t we- woah!” she just pulled him forward, this time his hand slipped out of his pockets to be latched by her own, smaller, hand. They didn’t interlace their fingers, but he couldn’t complain about the warmth of their palms touching. He let her do the talking when asking for tickets, thanking the woman before they walked around trying to find the room the movie would be running in.

The smell of popcorn, soda and chemicals entered his nose with a vengeance when they entered the room and he coughed behind his fist. She took him forward, to the middle row, where she sat down while keeping her hand on his. He took notice of his surroundings, seeing it was slowly filling up with people of all ages, who took the lower seats in front of them.

He looked down at their hands still together, seeing her thumb rub his knuckles repeatedly, he didn’t think she noticed what she was doing, too fired up about seeing one of her favorite movies. So he smiled, squeezing her hand only to check if she squeezed back… and she did.

The room went dark, hoots of happiness from the people around them echoed around before silence took over and the screen turned pure white signaling the movie was about to start. Once it did, he wasn’t expecting to be so invested in it. He expected to like it but not refuse to look away from the screen once it began. He’d lean closer to Beatrice to ask questions about certain scenes, to which she’d reply without moving her gaze away.

“They should’ve just tossed him out of the ship.” he whispered to her once the scene of Kane with the facehugger latched happened. He made a disgusted noise when the ‘tail’ wrapped around his throat even tighter.

“Ripley told them to,” she says, “But no one ever listens to Ripley.”

“That’s going to bite them in the ass.”

“You bet.”

He continued watching, this time his thumb was the one rubbing against her skin, feeling her own hand squeeze back whenever he did. He kept his eyes intently on the screen, frowning when he saw that the facehugger was no longer latched to Kane’s face, muttering a quiet ‘what the fuck?’

When the facehugger leaped out on Ripley, the whole room gasped, some cursed and Bradley downright jumped in surprise, “Jesus f– “ he closed his eyes, his hand immediately going up to his heart. Beatrice laughed softly, shaking his hand to check if he was okay.

“It’s dead.” she said and his eyes opened to see the facehugger being prodded.

“Dead?” he replied, curling his face with disgust, “God, that’s gross– how is it dead?”

“Well…it died.” she says cryptically, with a little smile on her face. He pursed his lips, moving his eyes back to the screen. He didn’t see Beatrice keeping an eye on him, seeing his reaction to her favorite scenes was bringing a smile to her face.

When it was the time that Kane was eating - cue to Bradley scoffing muttering that there was something off - she then bit her lower lip, squeezing his hand one more time. Bradley was suspicious and that was good, first timers rarely notice that something is off when seeing the movie, his free hand clenching the armrest with his eyes not moving away.

Then it happened, Kane ‘choked’ and was tossed onto the table, he writhed about until– “Holy shit!” Bradley’s shout was mixed with everyone’s shouts of disgust and surprise, “You are kidding me! You are kidding me– is that a fucking baby??” Beatrice laughed, seeing him lean forward when the baby xenomorph growled and ran off, disappearing from everyone’s view.

She tried to control her laughter when Bradley seemed to be just as annoyed as she would with the rest of the Nostromo crew, who just kept on ignoring Ripley, “Oh, now you are tossing the body,great.” he growls, his leg bouncing with nerves. “The cat better not die. Or Ripley.”

He was dry and sarcastic with every scene, letting out a quiet gasp when the xenomorph full form appeared, but then he tossed his hand to the screen in a ‘see?’motion, “I don’t know what to tell you, bud– oh no you died, that sucks.”

She giggled, “You okay?”

“They should’ve listened to Ripley.” he mutters, his eyebrows low, “I hate these people. Jonesy and Ripley are the only ones I trust.”

He just rolled his eyes when Dallas died, leaning on a hand. His posture however straightened when Ripley went to the computer, his eyebrows furrowed, his head moving between the screen and Beatrice, “What?” he looked back to the screen, “You are shitting me– they were there for the xenomorph???”

“Well, they didn’t know.”

“So they were used.” he mutters, “And what's Ash going to do? Ripley could easily beat his ass if she so wished.” his smirk however immediately disappeared when Ripley was tossed about by the science officer, “Okay, that’s not nice.” but his surprise when it was revealed he was an android was great.

Bradley growled in disgust, “Jesus.” he clenched her hand, “This was all a plan then.”

“Yep.”

“To get the Xenomorph as a weapon.”

“Hmhm.”

Bradley got silent for a bit, “Still don’t feel bad for the ones who died, but Barney can live too. He, Ripley and Jonesy can get out.”

“Not Lambert?”

He tsked “She doesn’t like Ripley so I don’t like her.” that made Bea laugh, which prompted a chuckle out of him in return. Unfortunately, neither Barney or Lambert would be joining Ripley and Jonesy in the capsule. He sighed in relief seeing Ripley was there with the cat, but letting out an ‘oh my god’ when the alien’s black form was hidden on the ship.

He was dead silent, eyes not moving away when Ripley started to dress up, tense like a bowstring. He wasn’t hurting her hand, but he was holding it tightly and she didn’t mind it one bit. When the xenomorph was burned by the ship and Ripley lied down with Jonesy, he let out a quiet ‘yes!’ pumping his fist up, while the theater exploded with claps and hoots of triumph “Finally! I’d be pissed if either of them died.”

She smiled, “I’m glad you liked it!”

“I did.” he mutters, leaning closer to her, his voice lowering, “You have good choices in movies.”

Bea’s cheeks flushed red and she laughed, “Well…I-I try.” she rolls her lower lip into her mouth. “You ready for the second one?”

He smirked, nodding “You bet.”

The second movie once again made him annoyed, because people still didn’t listen to Ripley! But he kept his eyes on it, only leaning closer to share his opinion with Bea, which she liked, enjoying how into it he seemed to be. Not to mention he was still holding her hand and she couldn’t bring herself to break the hold, except for bathroom breaks of course.

They watched the three movies as she suggested, with Bradley telling her one and two were his favorites, much to her agreement. His quick commentary about how everyone sucked except for Ripley,Jonesy and Newt was amazing.

When they walked out of the room however, people were flocking through an open door that Beatrice led them to, hands still clasped together, widening her eyes “Yes!” she squealed, “They brought back the souvenir room!”

Bradley looked around astonished, seeing plushies and toys of several movies for sale, with some crane games down the line for the top of the line ones that were considered rare to get. Beatrice took the two through a hallway of crane games, before stopping on a green and black one, “Look!” she pressed her finger to the glass, where a pile of xenomorph and predator plushies were, the claw swinging above it, “Oh my god, it’s so cute!”

Only Beatrice would consider a giant human killer bug alien cute, but who was he to judge? He leaned closer, trying to hide his disappointment when she let go of his hand to open her purse, grabbing a few coins to slide into the slot, “You any good with these?”

“Well…” she bit her lower lip, keeping her eyes on the claw, “Sometimes.” she directed it to the xenomorph plush right on top of the toy pyramid, “My brothers would usually get it for me if I didn’t. Leo, used to uh–” she paused, trying to find the perfect angle to grab, “To kick the machine when no one was watching.”

The claw lowered, pinching the end of the xenomorph’s elongated plushy head only to go back up, “Oh come on…” she whined, “I don’t have any xenomorph plushies! Just give it to meeeee!!”

Bradley chuckled, seeing her try two more times without success, her forehead thunking against the glass while her lower lip jutted out. He sucked in a breath, looking away from the scene with his stomach churning, he couldn’t handle how cute she was, he really couldn’t, “Here,” he then said, grabbing the coins she still had left and taking her place, “Let me try.”

She stood by his shoulder, watching his tongue peek through his teeth while his eyes followed the claw. He tapped the button twice, just enough for the claw to lower and grab the plushie she so desired, “Oh my god.” she gasped, watching the xenomorph dangle before dropping down “Oh my god!!You did it!” she hugged his shoulder, jumping with excitement before crouching down to grab the toy. She stood to her full height with her laughter vibrating with joy, white teeth shining under the fluorescent lights of the room. “He’s so cute..” she whispers, holding the toy tight to her chest, then gasping when she squeezes the back of it’s head, seeing the inner mouth pop out with a gentle ‘click.’

“Look!” she showed it to Bradley, clicking the mouth a few more times, “Oh this is so cool! Thank you for getting it for me.”

“It was no problem, especially if it makes you smile like that.” she blushes under his words, playing with the short, but soft, tail of her xenomorph plush. He then offers her his hand again, to which she gladly takes and the two walk out of the souvenir room. He’s ready to burst with butterflies, he knows it, his lips just tingle begging him to kiss her before the night is over.

They leave the theater, the three of them now, Bea tucking the xenomorph inside her arm while her other hand stays with his, “Bradley.” he turns his head in her direction, her shy gaze looking up at him, “I…thank you…I mean it.”

“I told you there’s not problem–”

“No, no,I mean…” she sighs “I…” she chews the inside of her lower lip, squeezing his fingers, “I’m having a lot of fun tonight. I really am.” he squeezes right back, pulling her closer to his side so her shoulder touches the top of his bicep.

“You want to know something?” he whispers, leaning closer to her ear, “I’m having a lot of fun too, pretty girl.” he sees the goosebumps on her skin the moment the endearment comes out of his mouth and she pressed her face on her plush, not being able to hold back her own smile. He returns to his full height with a pleased smile, his chest expanding when he inhales the night air mixed with her lavender perfume, before speaking, “I feel like having dessert, how about you?”

“Dessert? What time is it now?”

“It’s…” he purses his lips looking down at his watch, “0015 right now.” he half expected her to gasp at the time, but she just looked deep in thought.

“Mr.Scoops is open.” she says “We could go there. It’s not so cold right now for ice cream.”

Bradley’s lips curl into a smirk and he nods, leading her to the Bronco so the two could have ice cream at midnight. It wasn’t something he was used to doing as an adult, sure he’d sneak bites of ice cream when he was a child and his mother was asleep, but he couldn’t complain how tempting the idea was.

So, to Mr.Scoops they went, seeing the people outside enjoying the same cold treat they planned to. Most of them were punk or alternative kids, or college kids who didn’t want to end the night in the hospital thanks to alcohol poisoning.

It didn’t take long for them to order their own bowls of ice cream, choosing to eat in the park close by instead of inside the ice cream shop. They sat on a bench that overlooks most of the park, but it was hidden enough they wouldn’t be bothered by anyone. Their thighs touched when they sat down, “Hm,” she says mid chew, the soft ice cream sliding down her throat, “This is really good, I don’t know why I never asked for it.”

"What 's it again?” he questions while chewing a piece of waffle cone dug into his ice cream bowl.

“Raspberry lemonade.” she replies, digging out a frozen raspberry from the inside, “It’s tangy…but not bad? It’s very refreshing.” she looks over to his own ice cream, seeing it was mostly dark with pieces of waffle cone sticking out of it, “How’s yours?”

“Great,” he replies, licking his thumb clean “I never had belgian chocolate before, so I feel kinda fancy.”

She chuckles, leaning back on the bench while he did the same, the two of them enjoying their ice cream in comfortable silence, the the sound of an owl hooting not too far from them being the only sound besides their own breathing. He looked over to her, watching her lick her lips to get rid of the ice cream with amazement “I don’t know how it’s still on.” she hums in question, spoon inside her mouth, “Your lipstick, it’s still on.”

“Oh,” she pops the spoon out, gesturing with her pinky to her mouth, “It’s a matte lipstick, it holds onto dear life. Nothing really makes it budge.”

Bradley narrows his eyes, “Really?”

“Really!”

“There has to be something that makes it messy.” he counters, “Food doesn’t…so…water?”

“Hmmm, no, not really.”

He ‘huh’s quietly, poking his cheek with his tongue, “How about…hm…how about tea or coffee?” she shakes her head with a smile “How about…juice, like orange juice?”

“Nope.” she giggles about to say something but he’s faster.

“How about a kiss?” and his eyes are right on her mouth, ice cream forgotten on his lap and she felt her soul leave her body. Beatrice’s eyes widen, her red covered lips parting in a soft gasp while he just stares, intensely, towards her mouth “We should test it out.”

“I-I…I mean…”

“If you want to–”

“I do!” she squeaked, slapping a hand over her mouth at how fast and loud she said that, much to his amusement. “I..I do… a lot.” she whispers, looking at him through her lashes. Bradley huffs out a laugh, licking his lips while meeting her eyes. She feels her eyelids flutter when he gets closer, her cheeks burning to unbelievably high temperatures but she doesn’t back away when she feels his breath against her lips. When it happens, when their lips touch Beatrice feels like floating, her hands forgetting the ice cream to clutch the edges of his Hawaiian shirt in fear she’d fly away.

His lips were so soft and warm, just a bit chapped but nothing to be uncomfortable about. She sighed against his lips,her hands sliding up to wrap around his neck, their chests touching and both of their bowls of ice cream forgotten by the sides of the bench. He placed one hand on the back of her head while the other cupped her hip, pulling her even closer than before and she held back a whimper at how big and warm his hand was against her body.

It didn’t take long for the kiss to deepen, he almost pulled her to his lap but held against it, choosing to just squeeze the meaty flesh of her thigh instead. Her smaller hands traveled up to his hair and he groaned into her mouth, tasting the fresh raspberry lemonade from her tongue, earning a quiet whimper from her. When they broke for air, both of their faces were flushed but her lipstick remained intact, “God damn it.” he breathed out, using his thumb to brush over the lower lip, a shaky breath leaving her lips, “It’s still on.”

Her breathing was uneven “M-Maybe…” she licked her lips, “We should try again.”

“God,I love how you think.” he groans, latching their lips together again, moaning into her mouth as she did the same, her body partially on his. He squeezed her thigh even more, his arm shaking trying to hold back from pulling her onto his lap. Too early, his brain tried to say through his fogged mind, it's too early, this is just their first date. But he wanted, he wanted so bad.

Her little whimpers and sighs against his mouth were about to drive him insane, the way her nails raked up his scalp sending shivers all over his body. Shivers that were sending jolts to areas he didn’t think either of them should deal with yet. They parted yet again when breathing became a responsibility, his forehead dropping to her shoulder as he tried to regain some sort of control over his own self.

He inhaled her lavender scent as if it was better than oxygen, burying his face on the curve of her shoulder while her arms remained around his neck, “Fuck…” he whispered, still out of breath, “Fucking hell, I–”

“You okay?” she questioned, just out of breath as he was.

“Pretty girl, this is like asking a thirsty man in the desert if he needs water.” he exhales, her body shaking with a quiet giggle, “I’ll be fine…just…God, you have a nice mouth.”

“Yours isn’t that bad either.” she bit her lower lips when he lifted his head, his hair a bit disheveled thanks to her hands combing through it, so she tried to comb the sandy strands back to what it was. “Sorry, your hair– I…” she giggles, still a bit unsure how to react. She makes a surprised noise when he leans down to kiss her again, but she smiles against his lips, his mustache tickling her.

“You are so cute,” he mutters against her mouth, ‘You are so fucking cute, god I can’t–” more kisses, “I can’t handle you. With your–” another one, “Your laugh when you find something funny,” yet another, “The way you jut out your lip when you are upset,” once again, “The way your eyes shine when you talk about something you love, god damn it-”

If her cheeks were burning before, now they were downright melting over his words. The butterflies escaped, they were now flying freely around her, finally happy to be free without the fears of dying in a cage. Her eyes burn with tears but they never fall, she’s too happy for them to fall, cupping his cheeks to keep him there, kissing her and she kisses him back with just as much enthusiasm.

When they break, this time for real, their foreheads touch and they look at each other. He chuckles breathily, his thumb returning to rub on her lower lip, “I think I see a bit of skin showing.” He gently pulls the lip down to expose the pink underside, before he lets it go so it bounces back “I call that test a success.”

“It was.” she whispers, her thumbs touching his cheekbones, “I like you a lot Bradley.”

“I like you a lot too,Beatrice.”

They laugh like two teenagers, “Does that mean…” she shrugs, her face returning to it’s scarlet color, “That we are together?”

Bradley smiles, his body relaxing while his hand travels down to caress her chin, “If you want to.” his voice is very soft when he says it, “I’d like that a lot, if I’m being honest.”

“I want to.” she says, running her thumb over the scar on his jawline, “I want so much.”

“I say we seal it with a kiss, then” he murmurs, already leaning over, “Just to make sure.”

Her laugh sounds musical when she nods, moving her head closer so they could kiss again, not being able to contain her own happiness.

#bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x oc #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw x reader

300 notes · View notes

kylianswifey · 1 year

Text

La Flamme de l'Amour - Chapter 2

Summary: In the glittering City of Light, Anita embarks on a journey of self-discovery and adventure. But fate has other plans when she meets Kylian, a man in a complicated relationship with Maria. Despite their attraction, they must keep their feelings hidden as they navigate a dangerous game of love and loyalty. Chapter 1 Word Count: 1.6k

As Kylian spoke, Anita felt herself getting shy in front of him. She also found his face to be familiar but couldn’t place it.” I’m sorry, even though I don’t think this is possible because I just moved to France, but do I know you from somewhere?” Kylian didn’t seem surprised by her question, it felt like he was used to this.” Personally, I don’t think so, but as a public figure, yes. I play football.” Anita felt embarrassment wash over her because the second he said football, she recognized him.” Oh, right. You’re Kylian, you play for PSG, right?” Before Kylian could answer her the elevator shook and stopped, the lights went off seconds after. Anita started to panic and the realization of being stuck in an elevator with a stranger didn’t help. Kylian sensed her panic and reached his hands out to her. “What’s going on?”Anita spoke in a shaky voice. She felt a surge of panic rise in her chest. She had always been a little claustrophobic, and the thought of being trapped in the small space was almost too much to bear.

As soon as Kylian's hands touched her she flinched in fear.” Sorry, It’s okay. This often happens, it’ll start again in a couple of minutes.” She was hesitant at first, but then grabbed both of his hands.” I’m sorry, I hate this.”

“Let’s just sit for a couple of minutes, okay?” Kylian pulled her on the floor and they both sat in front of each other, pressing their backs against the elevator wall. Kylian pulled out his phone and turned on the flashlight. “Tell me a little bit about yourself, is that okay?”. Anita reluctantly sat down, her mind racing with worst-case scenarios. But as Kylian started talking to her, asking her about her life and her interests, she began to feel a little calmer.

“Yeah, um, I’m a photographer, I moved here to start a new career in Paris. I love dogs, I want to get one soon. I hate olives. I miss my dad. I love staying up all night to watch sunrises. I have a best friend named Helen.” Anita blurted out nonsense things all at once.

After taking a moment to collect herself, she realized that she had shared foolish and irrelevant personal information. It seemed like her outburst was because of the panic she was experiencing of being trapped.

Kylian chuckled at her, amused by her sudden outburst, which he found both cute and comical.” Okay, that’s great. Are you excited for you new life here?” The more she responded to him, the more she felt at ease, forgetting about the situation they were in.” Um, yeah. Also scared. I fear failure a lot, especially being here alone.” “That’s normal. Change is always scary at first, but still exciting. I speak from experience.” “I guess so.” She took a second to catch a breath and look at him. He looked extremely handsome, the flashlight illuminating his face. He had very dark eye color, almost indistinguishable from the pupil. She realized he was still holding her hands. He had large hands, his grip on her made her feel safe. There was another shake of the elevator to which Anita jumped a little. Kylian rubbed his fingers over her knuckles as a form of comfort. ” It’s okay. This means it'll start working again in a second.” As soon as he said that the lights turned on revealing a concerned Kylian looking at Anita. He stood up, still holding her hands and pulling her up with him. “ Are you feeling better?” Anita nodded her head giving him a smile.” Yeah, thank you so much. I’m sorry for causing you this trouble first thing in the morning.” “That’s okay, I don’t mind it.” The doors of the elevator opened and they stepped out. Kylian turned around and shook Anita’s hand.“I guess I’ll see you around, Anita. It was nice meeting you.”before making his way to a car that was waiting for him at the front of the building. “You too, Kylian. Have a nice day.” She began walking the opposite road of Kylian with no idea of where she’s going.

She kept walking onto the Paris streets, feeling a little disoriented after her unexpected encounter with Kylian in the elevator. She couldn't stop thinking about him and the way he had helped her stay calm during their ordeal.

As she wandered through the streets, Anita found herself looking at everything with fresh eyes. The buildings, the people, the sounds and smells of the city – they all seemed more vibrant and alive than they had just a few hours ago.

But no matter where she looked, Anita couldn't shake the feeling that she was somehow meant to meet Kylian. It was as if the universe had brought them together for a reason.

She walked for hours, lost in her thoughts. It wasn't until the sun started to set that Anita realized she had been walking for much longer than she intended. Her feet ached, and her stomach grumbled with hunger.

She decided to sit in a nearby restaurant and go through the photos she took during the day. She sat on a table that was located near the window and pulled her laptop out of the bag and ordered some pasta. She was mesmerized by the beauty of this city as she looked at the photos. Curious to see if the agencies she applied to last night have responded to her, she checked her emails only to be disappointed by their response. All the emails politely turned her down with a sentence saying “we’ll consider you for any future open positions” in the end.

After she ate her delicious pasta and paid the bill, she decided to go home. She struggled finding her apartment building through the still unfamiliar streets of Paris. It looked even more beautiful at night time.

It was like fate was playing a cruel joke on her, or maybe it was trying to tell her something. Anita couldn't believe it when Kylian stepped into the elevator with her again.

They both laughed at the coincidence, giving each other a quick hesitant hug, not sure if the other person wanted to go for a hug. Anita felt intimidated by his presence. Kylian also seemed to feel the same way, his eyes lit up the second he saw her.

Kylian pressed the button to his floor and turned to Anita.” How was your day?”

“It was great. I got to see the beauty of Paris today and was also turned down by a few agencies I applied to last night.” she chuckled at the thought.”What about you?” “Really? Can I see some of your work?”

“Sure, I’ll send it to you. Um, but… I need an email or something!” Suddenly, Anita felt insecure about her work, she feels this way anytime someone asks to see her work. “Yeah, let me give you my number.” Kylian types his number on Anita’s phone under the name ‘Kylian M’. “You know, I might have an idea. PSG is always in need of good photographers. Why don't you apply there?"

“Are you sure you’re not just my imagination?” Anita bursted out a question she wasn’t aware she said out loud. Kylian laughed at her words.” What do you mean?” “Well, you were here for me this morning when the elevator stopped. You’re here now offering me a job, on my first day here in Paris. Are you an angel?” she laughed at her own words. “Well, we can consider this fate. If you’re talented, then maybe this was meant to be, who knows?” he winked playfully at her. The elevator stopped at Anita’s floor and the door opened. She gave Kylian a hug and smelled his perfume. She was hypnotized by his smell, almost forgetting to let go. His grip on her waist didn’t help her situation either.

“I guess I’ll hear from you then.” “Yeah, of course. Have a good night, Anita.”

“You too, Kylian.” she waved at him one last time before the elevator door closed leaving her in the dim light of the corridor.

She entered the apartment with a strange feeling in her stomach, catching herself smiling. She threw herself on her mattress on the floor and stared at the ceiling. She reached for the laptop from the bag and sent Kylian the same portfolio she sent all the other agencies and laid back on her previous position. Not a long time passed when she felt her phone buzz in her pocket. Her phone showed a message from ‘Kylian M’ that said “You’re really good. I leave for training early in the morning. Why don't you come with me, and I'll introduce you to the team? You can bring your portfolio and show them what you're capable of." She couldn’t believe what she was reading, she felt excitement rush through her body. She responded back saying “Of course, I would love to come. What time do you leave?”.

He responded back after a couple of seconds with a message that said “I’ll be at your door at 8am, is that okay with you?”

Anita responded.”Perfect! Thank you so much, Kylian. Have a good night!”

“You too, Anita. See you in the morning.”

Your angst moments are on the way :)

______________________________________

I would like to hear your thoughts about the series so far. Any suggestions or comments are welcome!

Let me know if you want to be tagged in the future :)

@tandefeaffe @mywhimsyjournal @melliflulu @sllfsara @ippid @azestar12334

#kylian imagines #kylian mbappe one shots #kylian mbappe x reader #kylian mbappe imagines #kylian mbappe imagine #mbappe imagines #mbappé #kylian mbappe #kylian mbappe request #kylian mbappe series #fanfiction #neymar jr imagines #neymar jr #neymar jr imagine #neymar jr x reader #neymar jr fanfiction

74 notes · View notes

angel-inked · 4 months

Text

When they keep secrets

We all have secrets, don't we? Some are just bigger than others

A/N: happy new year 💖

Taglist: @vvkingofgaybisciutsvv @thequeenofthewinter @thedevilshardy @mollybegger-blog @wandawiccan60 @cameleonhardyfan63 @inkwolvesandcoffee @liliac-dreamer @potter-solomons

What he wanted.

"You ready?" You asked, smiling at Tommy. "Yeah." Tommy replied, quiet and stoic as ever. You kissed his cheek before getting out of the car, taking a deep breath as you stared up at your childhood home. The idea of Tommy meeting your parents didn't make you nearly as nervous as the idea of your parents meeting Tommy, and if Tommy is nervous, he's certainly not letting it show on the surface, not that his flat affect allowed much to seep though anyway. You ran your hand along the railing as you climbed the front steps that seemed significantly smaller and less steep than they did when you were younger, the light sent of your mother's cooking wafting out of the partially open window. The memories of childhood came flooding back to you, your dad chasing you up and down the hallway, mom making your favorite meals, getting a hug and kiss from both of them as they wished you well before you got on the school bus. What more could a kid ask for really. You swallowed your nerves and knocked on the door. It flung open before your arm even had time to retract to your side, "how have you been, honey?" You're dad asked, swiftly pulling you into a hug. You giggled into his shoulder. It was always unclear who was more excited for you to return home, you or your parents.

"Come on in," your dad ushered the two of you inside, "Tommy, right?" He added, Tommy turned to him with narrowed eyes of slight confusion. He nodded. "Phil." Your dad smiled, introducing himself with an outstretched hand. Tommy shook it hesitantly. He wasn't used to being greeted so cheerfully. You grinned as your dad hurried off, to the kitchen to tell your mother of your arrival, no doubt. Shaking your head as you moved that direction yourself, smiling at the sounds of Tommy's heavy combat booted steps following along behind you. Tommy would trail you like a loyal dog whenever he was unsure what to do with himself. Your nose followed the sent of a delicious lunch in the making into the kitchen, where you saw your mother hovering around a skillet on the stove burner. "Hi mom." You smiled with a wave. "Oh, come here dear, I need a hug!" She exclaimed, making you giggle like you did at your dad earlier as she pecked your cheek lovingly. "Who's this nice young man you've brought with you?" Your mother grinned, flicking her eyes toward Tommy with a grin. "This is Tommy." You smiled, gesturing to him. Your mother's face lit up, "I'm Cassandra, we've heard several wonderful things about you dear." Your mom introduced herself. You could tell Tommy was a bit blindsided by her characteristic vigor. He remained silent for a moment before finally settling on, "Likewise." After a moment. "Why don't you kids have a seat in the living room, and I'll call you when lunch is ready." Your mom smiled, waving you off as she went back to the stovetop. You nodded and took Tommy's hand in your own, leading him to the end of the hallway. "You okay?" You asked quietly, walking slowly to keep your boyfriend's lumbering pace. "Yeah," Tommy started, "people are just usually more excited to watch me beat the shit out of somebody than they are to meet me." He added. "Oh, really? Because they've been biting at the bit to meet you. Every phone call lately as somehow involved being asked when they were going to meet you." You grinned. You watched Tommy's eyes shift between your face and the space over your shoulder. Turning around, you saw a picture of your mother with a baby on her lap hung on the wall, both wearing matching smiles to boot. "Well," Tommy said, grabbing your attention. "I can certainly see where that grin comes from." He said, looking between you and the picture, making you smile and nod.

Tommy remained in the doorway of the living room for a moment as you flopped on the couch. He began inspecting the mantel, a wooden box with a glass top that stood up on its side held medals and ribbons, including a pyramid of power and a purple heart. He moved to the side to eye down a picture of a man in a formal dress uniform, recognizing this man as Phil, your father. The inside of his head felt hazy, like when somber clouds became intent on blocking out the sun. The world feels grey, and those who can disappear inside out of the gloomy weather. Some find a dreary rainy day depressing. Others, like Tommy, feel rather at home in the gloom of a downpour. "Tommy." A voice cut through the haze of thoughts. A hand clapped down on his shoulder, "you were in corps?" Tommy asked quietly, turning to face Phil, who nodded. "I swear, this shit follows me everywhere." Tommy mumbled. "You active?" Phil asked. Tommy shook his head, "Not anymore." He murmured, "I have one of these," he started with a gesture to the display box of medals. "The purple heart." He added. Phil smiled, straightening his back and lifting his right hand in salute, Tommy returned the gesture. "I commend you, Tommy." Phil smiled. "I should be telling you that." Tommy said quietly. "I should be asking why this is the first time I'm hearing about any of this." You said from your spot on the couch as you crossed your legs. "Because I don't like to talk about it." Tommy grumbled, hanging his head. Your expression softened, standing and moving toward Tommy. You gently wrapped your hands around his wrists to guide his arms around your midsection, engulfing him in the comfort of a warm hug. Your dad padded him on the back, unintentionally making him pull away from you. Tommy eyed him oddly, you thought, like a half-hearted side-eye. "Lunch is ready!" Your mom called before you could really question this look.

Settling in at the table, you almost felt like a kid again. "How was your day, sweetie?" Your mom asked. You smiled, grabbing a piece of the fried chicken off your plate as you began telling them about your week. Tommy ate in silence, giving himself hell mentally after flinching at your sudden outburst of laughter at one of your dad's jokes. "Is something amiss, Tommy?" Your mom asked. You turned to see alarms going off behind Tommy's eyes. "No, everything's good, I appreciate this." Tommy said quietly, gesturing to the table, trying to redirect the attention away from himself. "You're very welcome, deary." Your mom smiled. Tommy nodded and continued to eat quietly. Watching you joyfully converse with your parents, he wasn't sure he'd ever admit it to you, but this is what he wanted growing up.

First date dilemma.

Eddie has always found getting ready rather stressful after being in front of a camera for the better part of his career. He had always felt the inescapable feeling of having to impress or prove himself to people, but preparing for a date was even worse. "Mmm," a deep rumble reverberated through his skull, making Eddie freeze in place, awaiting further harassment from his inner critic, but it didn't come. "Your heart rate has risen." The dark voice said lowly. "Yeah, no shit." Eddie muttered as he examined himself in the mirror. He sighed heavily and shrugged off the grey plaid long sleeve, "Nope!" He said, shaking his head. Vemon sighed, Eddie narrowed his eyes at the sound as he put the shirt back in his closet, feeling a pair of tendrils extending out of the midsection of his back. The feeling of the symbiote oozing through his skin was like warm water through a strainer. It was odd at first, but now it's hard to go without the warmth of Vemon coursing through his vains or the feeling of security that came from the symbiote forming around his body. Eddie turned away from his closet to see a navy long sleeve button-down and his leather jacket being presented to him, "Put this on." Vemon said. "Are you sure?" Eddie asked, taking the shirt in his hands. "Yes," Vemon exclaimed, "otherwise, we are going to be late." the symbiote added. "Being late is kinda my specialty, ya know?" Eddie deadpaned as he buttoned his shirt. "Idiot!" Vemon exclaimed, "being late on a first date is not a good look." They snapped. Eddie sighed as he picked up his keys and motorcycle helmet, "You watch too many Hallmark movies." He grumbled, locking the door behind him.

He arrived at the restaurant with exactly a minute and a half to spare, thanks to Vemon doing most of the driving. "Now, I need you to be quiet, alright?" Eddie murmured under his breath, glancing around nervously. "Of course, Eddie!" His alien earpiece exclaimed, "You are perfectly capable of messing this up without my input." They added mockingly. "Well, thanks for having faith in me, jackass." Eddie muttered, rolling his eyes. His feet were suddenly glued to the ground once he spotted you sitting on a bench by the door, waiting. You smiled widely when you saw him, "Hi Eddie." You beamed. Eddie remained in stunned silence, eyes traveling up and down your form. "Say something!" Vemon hissed, Eddie could feel them face palming. "You.. look amazing." Eddie managed, with Vemon threatening to force whatever they wanted out of his vocal chords if he didn't. "You're pretty dapper yourself." You smiled, making small adjustments to his windblown shirt collar. You turned and started toward the door, Eddie stood dumbfounded for a moment before he let out a small, breathy, "Oh." At the unseen force going to work once again, making his legs move with an irritated sigh. The restaurant wasn't busy, so you were seated quickly. Eddie's face split into a grin as he watched you smile at a baby that cooed up at you from his mother's arms, "Oh, aren't you just precious!" You awed, giggling as the mom jokingly asked her son if he was being flirty. You went and sat at the table the host led you to, "What an adorable little human spawn." Eddie hoped Vemon's words were not meant to be as sinister as they sounded. "Um, would you excuse me for a moment." Eddie said to you in a nervous haste. You nodded, and Eddie found his way to the restrooms. Once the door shut behind him, he leaned on the sink with a heavy sigh. The sound of almost liquid matter moving made him look up at the mirror, seeing the floating head of his extraterrestrial buddy hovering over his shoulder wasn't nearly as terrifying as it used to be. Eddie shook his head lightly, running his hands over his face. "What?!" Vemon exclaimed, Eddie narrowed his eyes at the symbiote with an audible huff. "You're on a date, and I'm sightseeing!" His alien counterpart insisted. "And I asked you to do it quietly!" Eddie hissed. Vemon tilted their head to one side, a soft hum vibrated through their being. Their pearly eyes and face, despite mostly being made up of an ungodly amount of teeth, held no malice. Eddie let out a defeated sigh, "I just don't wanna mess things up again, like I did with Anne." He admitted, so to speak, wasn't like he could exactly hide anything from the extraterrestrial anyway. Vemon sighed as they bowed their head, "Don't worry, Eddie, we can get through this." They grinned. "And if we don't?" Eddie questioned. "We can say we tried." The symbiote responded. "Well, let's aim to not screw up, then shall we?" The reporter agreed, Vemon nodded and disappeared beneath the surface of his skin to allow Eddie to finish his business in a sort of simi-privacy.

Eddie found Vemon's lack of commentary after their conversation in the loo disconcerting. It was unlike them and made their host anxious. As Eddie sat down at the booth, the anxious feeling seemed to disappear and was replaced by a wave of calm, and from where Vemon and he were connected, a vague sense and means of assistance. "So, how was it?" You asked, placing an elbow on the table and resting the side of your head on a closed fist. Eddie's brows attempted to touch as his features conveyed confusion, "You're meeting." Vemon murmured. "Ah, my meeting! Uh, good, it was good." Eddie exclaimed. "Well, that's... good." You smiled, making Eddie snicker. "Say, did you ever get that promotion?" Eddie asked, making you nod with a face splitting grin. "That's amazing!" Eddie congratulated you. You remained in touch with Eddie after working together, and you couldn't be more glad you did. He was funny, and miles more supportive of your career choices than your last romantic partner, even his quirk of talking to himself was endearing. Your food arrived shortly after ordering, "You put that in the article?!" You gasped. "Why not? It was the truth." Eddie responded with a smile. You shook your head with a laugh, "The ever controversial Eddie Brock." You smirked playfully. Eddie once again found himself stopped dead in his tracks by you, hearing his name on your lips provoked evocative things in the reporter. "We like this one." Vemon purred. "Yes, we do." Eddie whispered lowly into his drink under the guise of clearing his throat.

Crafty Bastard.

"Alright, fine! Just don't work too hard, love." Alfie groaned as you helped him settle into his armchair. A sciatica flair left him doubling over as he tried getting out of bed this morning. "I should be telling you that." You smirked, bending down to kiss the lips of your stubborn husband. After an hour's worth of arguing, he finally reluctantly agreed to let you fill his place for the day and that he would satisfy your insisting that he needed rest. "But now, don't go letting anyone think they can just go slack off just because I'm not fucking there!" He ordered with a stern pointed finger as he layed his cane across his lap. "Wouldn't dream of it." You smiled, pulling on his black coat and wide brimmed hat, earning a whistle from the London gangster. You scoffed at his actions and left the house. Alfie tapped his cane against the floor, idly for a few minutes, to make sure you had left the house. He stood with a start, leaning his cane against the wall by the coat rack. "Finally." He grumbled to himself, Cyril lifted his head with a whine. "What?" Alfie groaned. Cyril replied with another whine, "You're serious? I should've been an actor, pulling off a performance like that." He mused. Cyril's ears perked forward as he tilted his head to the side, "Don't look at me like that, you mutt! A little lie never hurt anyone." Alfie said in retort. "Come on, we've got work to do." Alfie called as he walked out of the room with the mastiff at his heels.

"Where's Mr. Solomons?" Ollie asked, eyes wide with worry, or maybe they were wide from being startled by you slamming the door behind you to announce your presence in the warehouse, Thomas Shelby may have been right when he proclaimed you to be as eccentric as your husband, not that you cared. "Home," you stated, "Sciatica's giving him problems again." Ollie's features lit up knowingly as he nodded with a smile, "Right," the young assistant chirped, "shall we get to work then?". You spent the morning sifting through the messy state, Alfie always left his desk in. Papers strewn here and there, pens discarded wherever they happen to be instead of being put back in their holder, an abandoned glass of what's left of last night's whiskey on the rocks. You picked up the glass and inspected it carefully, shrugging your shoulders and deciding you only lived once. You took a small sip from the glass. Ollie narrowed his eyes as you swallowed the unsavory and heavily deluded room temperature liquid with a grimace. "What?" You asked, noticing the odd look Ollie was giving you. "Why?" Was the only word he could utter. "Why not? I'll have you know Mother didn't raise a milksop." You smiled, leaning forward with your elbows on the desk, a finger pointed right at Ollie. "And I'll have you know, you're just like Alfie." Ollie said, shaking his head with a sigh.

"Hmm," Alfie hummed, making adjustments to his tie in the mirror. "What you'd think?" He asked, turning around to face his oversized lap dog that was rather at home, sprawled out on his dad's bed unapologetically. Cyril lifted his head with a grunt, looking at Alfie with half lidded eyes as he gestured to his black necktie. "Tie or no tie?" He asked. Cyril blinked at him a couple of times before letting out a long, drawn-out groan as he flopped his head back down on the bed and stretched out his legs. "Tie it is then." Alfie said, slipping a light gray wool button vest over his white dress shirt. So far, his plan was going marvelously. Everything downstairs was neat and tidy, just the way you liked it. He had even spent extra time on the showroom that you had become rather proud of, and now he was dressed for the occasion. All that was left was to cook and set the table, and maybe just maybe, he thought to himself, if he had planned this correctly, he would be done by the time you were to return. "Oh," Alfie muttered upon exiting the bedroom, "almost forgot." He added, returning to the dresser. He rummaged for a bit before shutting the drawer with a soft thunk, "Cyril, here boy." he called. The bull mastiff left his comfy spot on the bed, sitting down at Alfie's feet and wagging his tail with a lazy pace, and his large pink tongue hung out of the side of his mouth. "Now there's a handsome lad." Alfie smiled after attaching the clip on bow tie to Cyril's collar, giving his handsome lad some headpats because handsome lads deserve their headpats.

"Have a safe trip home." Ollie waved you off as you sat a bag of paperwork in the backseat. "To you as well." You returned the wave, sliding yourself into the car. "Homeward bound?" Your driver asked. "Indeed." You nodded. You leaned your head back, closing your eyes with a sigh, and finally allowed your tired limbs to go limp and just be for the first time all day. It had been a while since you ran the bakery without your husband on hand. Alfie often asked you to accompany him to his meetings, claiming it was because he wanted your opinions, which was only partially true. You could be just as business savvy as him, but you've also brought a certain air into any space you enter that Alfie decided he'd rather not do without. A smirk lined your lips when you recalled your first face to face meeting with the Shelby clan, Alfie waltzed into the Shelby estate and announced that any and all ill treatment of you would not be tolerated with his pistol on full display as he waved it around. Before you knew it, you were on your doorstep, fumbling with your keys. You sighed in satisfaction when the lock finally clicked open, stepping into the warmth of home and out of the chilly Camden air. "Alfie, I'm home." You called, setting the briefcase of papers by the coat rack and shrugging off your husband's jacket. "In the kitchen, love." You heard Alfie call back. You narrowed your eyes as they landed on his cane, leaning against the wall. Deciding to ignore it, you followed the mouthwatering sent of dinner into the kitchen. Alfie was leaning back on the counter with his arms and legs crossed and a warm grin on his face. You eyed him up and down, and Alfie nodded toward the candle lit table. "Well," Alfie asked, making you turn back to him. "What you'd think?" He asked with a loving smile. "Everything looks wonderful," you murmured, "especially you." Alfie's grin widened, and he moved toward you, his hands readily finding your waist as he leaned in for a kiss. "Did you do all this?" You asked, Alfie nodded, but then a loud deep bark filled the room. You both looked down at the panting mastiff that was staring up at you, awaiting his own kiss. "Cyril helped to." Alfie said. Your face split into a grin, "I'm sure he did." You stated, binding down to place a kiss on Cyril's wet black nose, which he gratefully returned, making you giggle. Alfie returned his hands to your waist, "Happy anniversary, love." Alfie murmured, holding you close. "What about your sciatica?" You asked, a slightly worried look in your eyes. "Well, I had to get you out of the house somehow." Alfie chuckled, making you shake your head with a smile.

"You crafty bastard."

Out of patience.

Prohibition era Franklin County was full of secrets. The Bondurant brothers knew this better than anybody. After all, more than half of the county's supposed law enforcement were paying them, and no one really knew who that new highfalutin deputy thought he was. Eighteen year old Jack Bondurant and his eldest brother, Howard, considered Franklin's greatest mystery to be their brother Forrest, more specifically, wherever he'd been disappearing to after closing time. Howard pushed Jack to follow when they spotted Forrest heading off into the woods. Jack pressed his shoulder firmly against an elm that was just barely wide enough to hide him from sight if he stood sideways. He peered around the tree and was met with a view of his older brother's back. Forrest moved through the fallen leaves with the ease of a predator silently stalking its pray. He came to a stop, turning around suddenly, Jack jerked his head back out of sight so hard he might as well have jerked it clean off his shoulders, he exhaled sharply. Peering around the tree again a moment later, only to see nothing. Jack narrowed his eyes in confusion and relaxed his stance. Suddenly, he was grabbed and roughly shoved back into the tree. "Gah!" He exclaimed, sighing when he found himself eye to eye with Forrest. "What're you doin' Jack?" He asked quietly but sternly. "How the hell did you..", "I asked you a question." Forrest snapped, cutting Jack off. "What are you hiding?" Jack asked. Forrest loosened his grip on his little brother's arms and reeled back slightly, mulling over the question in his head. "Me and Howard's been seein' you take off in this direction for weeks now." Jack added. Forrest glanced off to the side as he removed his hat and held it against his chest, "Now what makes the two of you think what I do is any of your goddamn business?" He grumbled, gesturing between Jack and himself. Jack furrowed his brow, opening his mouth to speak but was ultimately cut off by Forrest once again, "Why don't you go pay your preacher friend a vist, better yet, go help Cricket fix the car. Whatever you do, just let me worry about what I got goin' on, alright?" The older brother explained, stepping aside. Jack stood and stared suspiciously at Forrest for a moment. "Well, go on, get!" Forrest ordered, flicking his head back in the direction of the station. Jack hung his head, glancing up at Forrest as he pasted him, feeling rather disgruntled.

Forrest sighed as he watched Jack until he disappeared into the underbrush. Briefly entertaining the irony of effectively telling Jack to go sneak around with that preacher's daughter, with himself being in the same situation tenfold. If that new common wealth's attorney knew what was going on right under his nose, Forrest was sure he'd be hunted down and sent to the gallows by Wardell himself. He pushed on despite these thoughts. He wrapped calloused fingers around the jar, barely being contained by his sweater pocket, as he treaded the unstable ground. He'd promised a gift last time, and he'd damn himself to all eternity if he didn't keep his word. He allowed a smile to tug at his lips as he saw you at your usual meeting spot, rear end parked on a log, waiting. A twig snapping under one of his heavy boots made you jump with a gasp, "You came." You smiled, standing up to hug his neck. "Yeah, finally." He said quietly, "had to deal with Jack before I could get away from the station." He added. "I wish I could meet your brothers someday." You sighed, sitting back down. "Oh, I'd say you will, with the rate we're going." He replied, taking a seat next to you, his smile becoming more of a smirk. You rolled your eyes with a smile, and he scoffed at your reaction. Forrest reached for his pocket with a deep sigh, retrieving the Mason jar, inspecting the clear liquor before nodding and handing it to you. You cracked the lid and brought the jar to your lips, smiling as the burn of watermelon moonshine engulfed your senses. "I'll never understand how you drink that fruity stuff." Forrest teased. You smirked as you took another gulp, batting your eyes at him innocently over the jar. "Don't you go givin' me that, I've seen you put that stuff away quicker than Howard does, and that's sayin' somethin'." He chuckled, leaning forward. "What's in the box?" He asked, gesturing to the square shaped box with a red ribbon tied around it that you had brought with you. "That's your gift." You smiled, wedging the open jar between your legs. You picked the box up and placed it in his lap, "You didn't." He grumbled, eyeing the logo on the box after removing the ribbon. "You have wire wrapped around one of your boots," you exclaimed, "it's past time you got new ones." You added. Forrest stared at you for a moment, "Do I have to put'em on?" He asked you stubbornly. "Yes, you do." You giggled. Forrest shook his head lightly but moved to replace his old work boots nonetheless. "You know you have every lawman in three counties up your ass right now?" You questioned. "Yeah, but the government of this state ain't the only way that the sheriff gets paid, and I've spent the better part of my years doing this, so I've got a government of my own, and I can run quicker when there is no sun." He responded. A smirk laced your lips as you took another drink. Forrest finished lacing his new boots just as a metallic sound caught his ears, turning his head to the side. He saw you toying with a pair of handcuffs, folding them over in your hands repeatedly. "Where'd you get them from?" He asked. "Well," you said with a half-suppressed laugh, "let's just say Rakes is going to miss the pleasure of seeing you in these." You grinned at him. "You stole'em." He said, his voice wasn't accusatory nor was his statement a question, just a simple matter of stating a fact. "And here I thought I was the criminal in this mess." He mused, standing up to shrug off his sweater, making your eyes light up as you grinned widely, to give you better access to whatever you wanted whilst mentally trying to burn the image of your expression into his brain.

Forrest ascended the front steps of Balckwater station slowly with a heavy sigh, knowing his brothers would leave the side door unlocked to await his return, like always. His body still felt as if it were reeling from its exploits, but he didn't mind. The change of pace was nice once in a while, and at least he knew he would get some good rest once he finally made it to his bed. He shut the door behind him and clicked the lock in place. Another sigh left his lips as he struck a match and lit up a smoke. He was careful not to smoke around you. Less the smell got you in trouble. Not that Mason Wardell was any better a man than Forrest thought himself to be. They were both outside the law in a way, just with different backgrounds and upbringings. However, Wardell was viewed as more approachable to the public eye that Forrest preferred to stay out of. The light of the embers and the staunch smell of tobacco were the only things that seemed to fill the room. Everything appeared still, or so Forrest thought. "Where the hell have you been?!" Howard exclaimed as soon as Forrest entered the barroom. "Nowhere that's any of your goddamn business!" Forrest retorted, sitting the box with the red ribbon out of sight behind the bar, Howard didn't need an invitation to ask more questions. Forrest parked himself on a barstool. In hopes, taking the time to savor his smoke would be enough to wait out Howard. The eldest ran his eyes up and down his baby brother, searching for anything that was amiss. "What're you starin' at your boots for?" Howard asked, leaning back in his chair. Forrest mulled over his words, "Had to get new ones." He finally said. Howard narrowed his eyes. Something still wasn't adding up in his head. Forrest never buys himself anything unless he's forced to. However, the brothers returned to their separate indulgences silently, Howard likely to succumb to a drunken stupor before ever actually making it to bed, and eventually, Forrest smudged out the butt of his cigar and made his own way to bed without a single word of a goodnight.

Forrest stared into his black coffee with a heavy exhale, taking a small break from his ledger to let his thoughts that had been clouding his work consume him. You were back in your world, and he's still stuck in his. He still carried a stinging feeling of guilt over first impressions, "You send your clown with the bowtie 'round here again, I'll make sure you personally pull a clever out of his fuckin' skull." He growled, yanking roughly on the breast pocket of Mason Wardell's shirt. He locked eyes with you as you gave him what appeared to be an approving smile and a small silent wave. He approached you in town a few days later, making sure your daddy was nowhere to be seen. You followed him behind the general goods store for privacy. "I, uh.." He started almost nervously, removing his hat, "I do apologize if I frightened you at the station the other day, I have no qualms with you." He wasn't even sure why he felt the need to apologize to you. You smiled at him again, "Honestly, I dislike that prig of a deputy just as much as you do. Dad is just as bad. That man takes a shit and thinks half of Virginia falls out of his ass." You chuckled. You giggled again as Forrest' brows made an impressive attempt to touch.

"Thank you so much for all the help, dear." You smiled as the elder woman grabbed your arm and shook it lightly. "You're very welcome, Selma." You replied, loading the rest of her groceries into her husband's truck, making sure to help her into the passenger seat when you were done. "Need a ride home?" Glen, her husband, asked. "Do you need help putting the shopping away?" You asked. "No, deary. You've done quite enough already, don't need a youngin spending their whole life worrying over us old folks." She smiled. "In that case, I'll see you at Sunday dinner. I have one more stop to make." You smiled. The older couple nodded, sending you off with a wave. Along the way, you intercepted a runaway ball, stopping it with the side of your foot. You smiled and waved before kicking the ball back to the eagerly awaiting group of kids with a light laugh. "Good afternoon, Mr. Anderson." You grinned. The old man tipped his hat as you gave his two dogs ear scratches. As small a town as Franklin County is, it felt like home. The only place that felt more like home was that little out of the way gas station just before you hit the county line. You kicked the heel of your boots against the edge of the steps to knock off the mud, "Alright, you boys better keep up the good business!" A man exclaimed, letting the door fall shut behind him. His exclamation made you look up at him with a sharp inhale through your nose. "Well, I'll be damned," the stranger said, removing his hat, "last place I'd expect that common wealth's attorney's offspring." He smiled. "I'm here on personal business, sir." You said coldly. "Of course, I didn't mean to pry. The Bondurants are in, and tell your father Floyd Banner says hi." The man said with a smirk, opening the door and holding it for you. "I say hi for no one." You muttered, walking past him. "Well, at least one of the Wardell's has some sense about them." He said jovial, letting the door shut as you turned back to give him a disgruntled look. You sighed, turning your back to the screen door. You were being ogled by two men at the bar. The younger of the two was dressed sharply, and he appeared to have stopped in the middle of wiping down the bar counter at the sight of you, judging by the rag in his hand. "This must be Jack." You thought. The other was atop a barstool, brown curls were in disarray on his head, and a wild look filled his eyes, a jar of hooch in his large hand. "Damn." The wild-eyed man said. "I'm lookin' for Forrest Bondurant, either one of you know where I can find him?" You asked. The man on the stool smiled widely with a nod, "Well, you'd think I'd know where to find'em, seeing how he's my brother and all." He said with a laugh, stumbling drunkenly as he tried to stand, catching himself on the edge of the bar. "Ah, Howard." The realization dawned on you. "He's in the kitchen. You can go on back, good luck gettin' anything out of'em." He added with an amused smirk. "Much appreciated." You smiled, feeling less of need to be formal, considering what you've heard of these two. Howard raised his jar to you with a smile, Jack nodded and gestured to a doorway, and you nodded back.

Sure enough, you found Forrest. Fitting a crust into a pie tin, of all the things you thought you'd never see him do. "What's this then?" You asked, smiling so hard at the sight before you, your cheeks became sore. "Well, somebody's got to do something with these apples, ain't no sense in lettin'em rot." He responded without looking up, starting to fill the crust with said apple slices. You stood quietly, just watching as he placed the slices in a meticulous pattern, admiring him with a smile. Forrest could feel a pair of eyes on him. However, it didn't feel like either of his brothers, and Maggie only came to him with questions or when she needed something. This stare didn't feel unfamiliar, however. So, he looked up and let his closed fists land on the table with a heavy thump. "What the hell are you doin'?" He exclaimed quietly. "Forrest?" A voice called. "Oh," a red-headed woman appeared, covering her mouth with her hand. "I wasn't aware you had company." She smiled apologetically. Forrest glanced between the two of you, hurriedly getting the top layer of crust on his apple pie, cutting vent slits with a knife. "Put this in the oven, would ya Maggie?" He asked, washing his hands. "Sure, Forrest." Maggie replied. "I've got business to attend to." He grumbled, eyeing you as he dried his hands. Forrest led you into his office. He locked the door behind him and shut the blinds. He spun you around and grabbed your wrists in an urgent manner. "Now, I asked you a question. What the hell were you thinkin' showin' up here?!" He spoke hurriedly. "First of all," you started, gently freeing your wrists from his grip. "Calm down." You said. Forrest sighed, rounding the corner of his desk and running his hands through his hair. "Just for the love of God, tell me what your doin' here." He urged again. You began to walk toward him, a smirk on your face. "Uh... what.., what are you doin?" He murmured. Your hands readily found his shirt collar, pushing him back against the wall and capturing his lips with yours. His hands were on your waist in an instant. Both of you were out of breath when you pulled apart, staring into each other's eyes for a moment.

"Couldn't wait." You breathed.

One more second chance.

The Vandals could get rowdy without a doubt. You glanced back as a loud cheer erupted out of the crowd of leather jackets and vests that engulfed over half of the parking lot, only to see Benny whisking a doe-eyed Kathy into their midst. You shook your head lightly, feeling slightly bad for the poor girl. Wasn't that long ago the two of you decided a night out was long overdue. Now you wondered if your sheltered high school best friend would be able to cope in your world, well, used to be yours.

Your sights were set on a lone red bike, parked on the opposite side to the others. Not that there wasn't enough room, even if that was the case, the only thing any onlooker would've seen was a flash and blur of movement, there ain't a Vandal worth their weight in salt that would leave their leader out on a cold curb. Johnny was like that, always had been actually, staring up and down the highway with a cigarette between his fingers. You supposed the trucker in him would always shine through. "She's still running?" You asked, gesturing to his bike. You could tell your voice startled him by the split second wide-eyed look he gave you, "Yeah." He nodded, bringing his smoke up to his lips, evening out his features like nothing happened. Classic Johnny. "No, she's not," you said with a confused look, "she's right here." You exclaimed, pointing at the bike. "Heh, very funny." Johnny quipped.

"The old man wanted some alone time with his smokes, I take it?" You teased. "What old man? Where?" Johnny questioned, narrowing his eyes and making a show of looking in all directions, including up in the air. You laughed lightly as you watched the index finger of his right hand flick the side of the cigarette he held in his left, another quirk that hadn't changed. Your eyes became glued to his ring finger as the smoke once again reached his lips, "You're still married?" You questioned. An amused smirk appeared on Johnny's face, "Heh, not for long." He responded. "Still lasted longer than I ever expected." You smiled. Johnny scoffed and shook his head, "Well, that makes two of us." Comfortably resting a hand on your lower back as you joined him in leaning against his bike.

"How's the ink shop? Haven't been by there in a hot minute." He asked. "Business is good." You said. Johnny nodded, "What'd I'd like to know," Johnny turned back to you, "is where did that pal of yours, Benny, get my design on his shoulder?" You asked, patting the logo on the back of Johnny's jacket with your palm. "Look, if I'd known he was going to get it tattooed, I would've sent him to you." Johnny defended himself. It was readily apparent that Benny didn't know your history when he introduced you to Johnny.

Silence befell the night air for a moment, "How long have we known each other?" You questioned. "You ask me that as if we weren't drunk when we met." Johnny chuckled. You smirked and rested your head on his shoulder, right where you could feel the thump of his heartbeat against your temple, staring up at a star filled sky. Your countless offs and ons with Johnny ran through your mind. You wondered many hows and whys in the span of a couple minutes. "Do you think we gave us too many second chances?" You questioned, out of the blue. "Why would I?" He responded, "we may be bad for each other, but it's not like we're good for anyone else." He added.

The moment was interrupted by the rumble of bikes roaring to life, "Hey," Benny called, coming to a stop next to you and Johnny, Kathy hugging his midsection for dear life. "We ready to go, boss?" Benny asked, gesturing to Johnny. Johnny turned to you, unintentionally bringing emphasis to his knees, bowed to an extent from straddling a hunk of metal for so many years, in the process. This made you smile the same way it did back then. "What'd ya think?" He asked, offering his hand to you.

"One more second chance?"

The gangster.

London, east end. 1965.

Maybe it was the elegant suit. Maybe it was the fact that he was currently strutting down the middle of Ormsby Street with a sleek Ford Galaxy at his back, following along like a loyal dog, saying good morning to everyone he passed. You'd say Reginald Kray was a well distinguished business savvy man, but you'd also had to have been living under a rock for several years to say that. Wasn't a single soul left in London who didn't know who the Kray twins were, Ron Kray was a one-man London mob. Reggie was quite the opposite, really, suave, charming, but proved to be just as volatile. You could walk into any pub to hear a lie or two about them.

The radio played a sort of upbeat tune as you whisked around the kitchen, humming along around the hardboiled sweet in your mouth. The morning had started out ordinarily enough, hurrying around to finish the chores your mother gave you alongside the promise to grant you the rest of the day to do with as you wished, so the quicker you finished the more time you'd have to enjoy yourself, right?. Maybe you'd go to one of the local shops for a bit of browsing, or perhaps pop out for a bite to eat with some friends. These thoughts were disturbed by a pounding at the front door. "I'll get it!" You shouted, with you being the only one downstairs currently, made sense, you figured.

You were met by a pair of piercing blue eyes that narrowed and the man's forehead creased as his clear and bright orbs scanned over your appearance, "Frank about?" The man asked before the twinge of regret of flinging the front door open so eagerly could properly settle in your gut. It would surely rear its ugly head later. "Frank!" You called over your shoulder into the house and up the stairwell. You turned back to face the finely dressed man with faux confidence, leaning against the door frame, determined to make yourself appear unintimidated. The man ran his eyes over your frame once again unashamedly, "Who are you?" He asked, tilting his head to the side with a quizzical look. "Frank's my older brother." You stated. "Hang about, I know you, but you.. you were smaller then. You've all grown up, haven't you?" He said with a half-suppressed smile. "It happens." You said, stepping out of the doorway, relishing in the coolness of the cobblestone underneath your bare feet. You both looked up at the sound of a window rising, and your older brother's head popped out, "Half a minute, Reg. right down." Frank called down, ducking back in.

Thankfully, the man in front of you didn't seem to either notice or much care that you snapped your attention back to him. Reggie Kray, at your doorstep, you marveled silently in your mind. The corners of his lips curled downwards into a frown. He adjusted his tie as he checked his watch. "Is my brother in trouble?" You questioned. Reggie nodded, then tilted his head to the side, away from you. Narrowed eyes still aimed down the street. "Will you go out with me?" He asked seemingly out of the blue, turning back to you suddenly. Your eyes widened in surprise. "I'll take it easy on him if you do." He added, a warm expression spreading across his face accompanied by a half smile. "Yes," you said, rolling your candy around in your mouth with your tongue, making clack off your teeth, "but not for that reason." You added.

"What's that you've got?" Reggie asked, gesturing to you. "A sweet." You explained, pulling the sticky light yellow olive shaped drop out of your mouth, holding it between your thumb and forefinger. "Oh, now that's not just any sweat, is it? That's a lemon sherbet." Reggie said matter of factly. "Mind if I have a crack?" He asked, reaching for the sweet. "Alright." You smiled with a light chuckle. Reggie popped the sweet tasting drop into his mouth, "Mmm, now that's nice." He mused, "Saturday night?" He asked. You nodded with a smile.

Suddenly, Mrs. Shea, your mother, appeared beside you. "What's the matter with you?" She scolded, "You’re half dressed talking to a man in the door. Get back in the kitchen. Finish them dishes." She ordered, pulling at the end of your fuzzy peach colored sweater. Not that you cared, if Reggie Kray would openly ask you out in your lounge wear, bare feet and all, did you really need to dress to the tens twenty-four hours a day. You shrugged, turning to head deeper into the house. "Hold on," Reggie started, making you turn back to him. His eyes shifted to your mother as he took your lemon sherbet out of his mouth, "This is yours, init?" He asked. You nodded, taking the sweet, looking your mother directly in the eye as you popped it back into your mouth before you sauntered off. Much to her displeasure. She growled at Reggie as he licked the sticky candy coating off his fingers before slamming the door in his face.

"Hmm," Reggie hummed as he thought to himself with a smirk, glancing between the cobble and the door, "well, the mum seems lovely."

#when they keep secrets #tommy conlon warrior #eddie brock/venom symbiote #alfie solomons peaky blinders #forrest bondurant fanfiction #johnny vandal the bikeriders #reggie kray legend #tom hardy #hope you enjoy #guess you can consider this WIP Wednesday lol #i might be focusing more on an original piece for a while but we'll see what i get inspiration for

12 notes · View notes

semicolonsspace · 4 months

Text

Today was not a good day for Y/n... but it got better.

First: she was fired. Second: she was almost positive that Derek, her boyfriend had forgotten their anniversary. But for now, she decided to ignore her problems and watch some TV.

Plopping onto the couch she sighs, turning on the TV to something random. It was a random cartoon, and she loved it- especially after a hard day.

When she was little she would watch cartoons as well. When her parents were arguing? Cartoons. And when she got a booboo? Cartoons. Even now it was still a habit to watch some cartoons when things got stressful.

Y/n let out a little squeak when she felt herself being picked up. She may have gotten a bit too immersed in TV. "Hi, Dare bear," she says with a giggle. He gave her a warm smile and positioned her in a bridal style. "Hi, sweetie"

Her eye caught his pearly k9 tooth, her favorite to see when he smiled. When it showed, it was a genuine one. And it seemed he never faked one toward her, and she loved that. She loved how genuinely soft the big strong werewolf was for her, a nature faerie.

Derek carried her to their bedroom, laying her down on the huge bed. "I have a surprise for you," He happily shrills as he jogs to the bathroom to fetch something. He comes back with a huge box, along with a few other things.

He hands her a card first, wanting her to open it. She grabbed it gracefully, glancing at him to see his eyes sparkle with happiness. Or maybe it was Eargernes... She giggled, "I thought you forgot." He shook his head, looking a bit offended at first. "I would never forget about you, my love."

She gushed at him, almost shedding a tear from the cuteness. He never seemed to make her feel disloved, she always felt appreciated.

Y/n opened the card, reading it and shedding a few tears as she read it. It talked about the day they met how much he knew she was the one for her. and how he wanted to spend the rest of his wolfy life with her.

"Aww, Derek! You're the cutest!" Yn squealed. She then got up and rolled under the bead to get the present for him.

"You, haven't even opened the other one!

"Wait! I got a bunch of lingerie and I wanted you to judge them!"

Derek tilts his head humorously with a smirk. "Today is about love but when the clock hits midnight we'll do that," he grunts, his veins flexing in his neck as he rolls it to look away bashfully.

Y/n pauses. "Derek, it's 10 p.m."

"I know, now open the present!" he yells, ushering her as he shoved the big box onto her lap. He removes takes a peek under the bed and growls, "How much did you get? Damn," he asks, amazed at how many boxes there were under the bed. "A bit... like 20 pairs... plus some toys."

"Toys?"

Y/n ignores him and rips open the wrapping paper. She squeaks at the big frog stuffed animal with a top hat. "Ahhh! His name shall be George!"

She squeezed the stuffed animal, wrapping her legs and arms around it like she was a koala bear. The soft frog was almost twice her size!

"Great now I'm gonna have to sleep on the couch! you found a new cuddle buddy," Derek teases. He picked her up again, sitting her on his lap once he sat next to where she was. He then opened her next present showing her the necklace with her and his initials on it. He put the necklace on her, kissing her cheek. He patted George on the head. "I think you might like George more than the custom necklace," he jokes.

Y/n gave him a sly smile. "Of course, I do! Look at him, but I don't mind having your initials on my body as well; that's nice as well," She shrugs, blinking at him. He rolled his eyes playfully.

"I love you," Derek whispers and then kisses her cheek. He turns to George, the stuffed animal, "I guess I love you too, George."

This made y/n giggle which caused the two of them to enter a big laughing fit. "George is mine!" She warns with a squint of her usual big eyes.

"Well, you're mine; so, technically he's mine as well," Derek quips with a poke of her cheek. "Okay, mister guard dog," y/n jokes.

"Don't test me, I'll bark."

"Please don't."

He opens his mouth and she covers it swiftly. He licks her hand as soon as her hand touches his mouth. It doesn't deter her. "Hon, I've had your other fluids on me, your saliva doesn't gross me," she laughs. He winks at her and nibbles her palm.

Derek squeezes her, his head going to her neck and planting a small kiss on the sensitive area just below her ear. Y/n shivered and giggled as it tickled her. "If you're hungry I can make you something, silly," Y/n jokes. Derek shakes his head at her and snuggles into her body more. "I'll have my dessert in a bit."

#this was rushed #so i might rewrite it later #and make it better #but for now #here is this shit post #teen wolf #tw #teen wolf derek hale #derek hale #tyler hoechlin #derek hale fluff

16 notes · View notes

rose-milkteaa · 11 days

Text

Curing A Girl’s Boredom

Summary - Elijah and Yin are, of course, having their 5th hang out of the day. When getting home from the park, they’re bored out of their minds. Yin apparently came up with something so stupid but hilarious at the same time. Maybe that could cure their boredom!

A/N: This was in my drafts for over a year… I’m sorry if the ending seems rushed, I wanted to get it out of my drafts 😭

Lee/Ler/Switch - Lee!Elijah, Ler!Yin

“Eli..!!” Yin whined as she shook the dog back and forth. “I’m bored..! Entertain me!!” She pouted as she flopped back onto the couch next to her friend. The human looked up at the dog. “The hell do you want me to do?” Elijah asked as he looked down at the girl next to him.

“Entertain me.” Yin pouted as she looked up at the golden retriever who was staring down at her.

“By… What exactly?” Elijah asked, chuckling softly as he sat down next to his friend. “You need to be specific, Yasmin.”

The raven haired girl looked at everything other than the blonde next to her. “Uhm.. ..I don’t know..-”

Elijah chuckled, his tail flicking out of amusement. “Tell me when you have an idea on what to do, alright?” The golden retriever said as he leaned back onto the couch, looking away from Yin.

Yin pouted. She didn’t like it when she didn’t get her way. The human girl looked at Elijah, who apparently wasn’t paying attention to her at all. Yin stared at Elijah for a bit before an idea came into her head.

Yin smiled a bit mischievously as she sat up a bit, looking straight at Elijah. “Eli, I got an idea.”

The blonde turned to Yin, an eyebrow raised in confusion. “Huh? What’s the idea?”

Yin giggled mischievously, moving over to the golden retriever, grabbing onto his sides. Elijah jolted and squeaked, grabbing onto Yin’s hands that were on his sides.

“The game is simple!” Yin stated with a smile. She re-adjusted her hands so they were holding onto his sides, the blonde squealing in response.

“Don’t laugh.” Yin responded, tackling the poor dog down onto the couch cushions, immediately squeezing up and down his sides.

Elijah squealed, immediately covering his mouth as muffled giggles escaped from him. His tail wagged furiously behind him as he continued giggling hysterically, his hands blocking out the sound.

“Y-Yahahasmin! Stohohop!” Elijah squeaked, giggling uncontrollably as he grabbed at Yin’s hands.

“Goodness.. I’m barely doing anything, Elijah! Also, the games rules is not to laugh! You’re giggling!” Yin pouted as she began scratching at his stomach gently. “Tickle tickle, Eli~.”

“NOHOHOHOHO! YIHIHIN, NOHOT THEHERE!” Elijah shrieked as he began kicking his legs and laughing hysterically as he tried to push her hand away, unfortunately causing Yin to grab his arms and pin them above his head.

“Awww.. is the poor little pup too ticklish for his own good~?” The raven haired girl teased as she giggled a bit at her friend’s helplessness. “You’re honestly so adorable, I think I’ll die from it.”

The blonde squealed as he laughed uncontrollably loud as he tried desperately to move away from the girl, his tail wagging and his legs kicking furiously, though, he tried his hardest not to accidentally harm the girl from his kicking.

Yin giggled as she stopped the scratching at his stomach, her hand laying flat on the surface. “Look.. I’ll cut you a deal, okay?”

Elijah looked up at Yin, giggling softly. “W-Whahat?”

“I’ll give you 5 minutes. All you have to do is not laugh until then, and I’ll let you go.” Yin said as she tilted her head with a small smile.

Elijah groaned as he laid his head back on the armrest of the couch, pouting as he eventually looked back at Yin. “You know i cant last that long!”

Yin’s small smile soon turned into a smirk as she stared down at the golden retriever below her. “That’s true.. however, if you want me to stop, you’re gonna have to try! Surely you can’t be THAT sensitive.” Yin chuckled, looking down at the golden retriever. “Besides, we both know you like this.”

“I do not——!” Elijah started before getting interrupted.

“Anyway..” Yin interrupted, grabbing at Elijah’s sides, making the other squeal quietly. “Wahatch Ihit!” The golden retriever giggled hysterically, his tail wagging behind him.

“I barely did anything.” Yin giggled, her hands still placed on his sides. “Besides.. you’ll be really laughing in just a minute.” The girl smirked before grabbing his arms and pinning them above his head.

Elijah squeaked before quickly trying to pull his arms down. “D-dohon’t you dare.. Yasmin..” *He muttered before shrieking, bursting into hysterical laughter. “YAHAHASMIN!” The golden retriever squealed once Yin started scratching at his stomach, watching as his tail wagged furiously behind him. “STAHAHAHAP!!”

“Goodness, you really want this if you’re laughing already. It’s only been 10 seconds in of the 5 minutes I gave you.” Yin chuckled, continuing to scratch at his stomach.

“Oh well… more tickles for you!” The girl giggled, gently squeezing at his hips.

“IHIHI HAHATE YOHOU!” Elijah shrieked, kicking his legs furiously. “No you don’t, you’re much stronger than I am, you can easily get me off you.” Yin pointed out with a small smirk. “You and I both know you like this.”

“FUHUHUCK OHOHOFF! IHI DOHO NOHOT!” Elijah protested, his laughter getting much louder the more Yin put more pressure on his hips. “LEHEHET MEHE GOHO!”

The ravenette giggled as she looked down at her golden retriever friend. “I’ll let you go… eventually. It’s curing my boredom at least, and it’s giving me and you entertainment.”

“IHIHI’M DYHYHYING!”

“No you’re not. You’re breathing, aren’t you?”

“IHIHIT’S FIHIGURE OHOF SPEHEHEECH!”

“I know that! But if you’re breathing, you’re not dying. You’re just way more sensitive than I remembered.” Yin smiled a bit as she stared down at Elijah. “Besides, you like it. Look at how much your tail is wagging.”

“IHIHIT’S AHA TRAHAITOR!” Elijah let out a giggly whine, his tail wagging much faster.

Yin giggled softly as she let go of Elijah’s arms, gently drilling her thumbs into his hips, the golden retriever screaming before falling back into loud laughter.

There was a lot of laughter that day. Not that Yin and Elijah minded. At least they cured their boredom and had fun together! That’s all that matters.

#ash's ocs #ash writes #ash’s fanfics #oc fanfic #fanfiction #oc fanfiction #writing #tickle fanfiction #lee!elijah #Ler!yin #ocs #oc writing #my ocs #original character #oc story #rose-milkteaa #original character fanfiction

4 notes · View notes

dngrs-untld-hrshps-unnmbrd · 2 years

Text

Werewolf Bites and Hot Summer Nights

An AU in which Laura and Max can’t find Hackett Quarry and end up at the Harbinger Motel, before becoming camp counsellors for the summer. Max is moody and secretive and Laura keeps bumping into the grumpiest sheriff with the cutest puppy dog eyes, and when he gives her his number ‘just in case’ a girl can’t help but drunk dial him one night. Cue overprotective and jealous Travis. And shouldn’t the officer get a birthday kiss?

Banter | Enemies to Lovers | Battle Couple | Eventual Smut

Chapter One

Laura was tired, dirty, sore, and worst of all, she had failed.

She couldn’t get her and Max to Hackett Quarry. The spot the cop had been gesturing toward on the map wasn’t as easy to find as she’d anticipated. She and Max had been driving in circles for hours and now they were snapping at each other like starving wolves.

"We should have just gone to the Harbinger Motel in the first place," Max grumbled, turning into the motel’s parking lot. "Not that I’m thrilled we have to waste fifty bucks on a room."

"You were the one who got us lost in the first place," Laura shot back. The darkened, shabby motel didn’t look the least bit welcoming. What burned the most was having to do what that bossy cop told her to do. How was it any of his business when they arrived at camp? It’s not like hunters were going to be shooting deer or whatever inside the camp lodge.

"And you’re the one who didn’t check that it was okay for us to arrive a day early!" Max slammed out of the car, opened the trunk, and grabbed their bags.

Laura stifled a groan and followed him out of the lot and up toward the front door. A police car was idling by the roadside, and Laura recognized the stern face of the cop who’d rescued them from the mud.

She’d wondered if someone had been following while they drove around trying to find camp. It had been the cop the whole time.

"Unbelievable." She gave the cop a sarcastic little smile and wave. He glared at her before driving away, red taillights disappeared up the road. "Weirdo."

She and Max woke the owner of the motel, a gruff man who seemed annoyed to take what little cash they had, and fifteen minutes later they were getting into a lumpy bed in a damp room, with décor that looked like it hadn’t been updated since the sixties. The sheets may not have been washed since then, either.

Laura had just got comfortable in the narrow double bed when Max rolled over, taking the blankets with them.

She yanked them back. "Hey!"

"Hey, yourself," Max said through his teeth, covering himself once more.

"Goodnight," she muttered, but didn’t get a goodnight from him in response.

Ugh. If tonight was any indicator, it was going to be a long summer. And not in a good way.

Laura fell into a fitful sleep. She had the impression that Max was getting in and out of bed throughout the night, and several times she reached out for him, only to find that he wasn’t there.

Or did she only dream he wasn’t there?

At half-past seven Laura was drinking coffee in the motel lobby, rubbing her gritty eyes. As soon as someone appeared behind the front desk, she took their map over and asked them to mark where Hackett Quarry was.

When she turned around, Max was bringing their bags downstairs.

"Where were you last night?" she asked him.

Max blinked at her. Was it her imagination, or did he seem nervous? "Nowhere. Where were you?"

"What do you mean where was I? In bed. Did you go out of the room last night?"

"No," he replied, but far too quickly to seem honest.

Laura touched his arm. This wasn’t like Max. "Is something wrong? Like, more than getting lost last night? It seems like you’ve got something on your mind."

Max hesitated like he was about to say something.

"C’mon, you can tell me anything."

His mouth snapped closed and he shook his head. "I’m fine. Let’s just get to camp, okay?"

Laura followed him to the car, irritation burning through her. She hated when people around her kept secrets.

***

Who could be unhappy when the sun was shining, the lake was glistening and sparkling, and kids were laughing and running around? Laura found their happiness infectious and threw herself into her duties at camp.

That afternoon she was standing by the lake enjoying the view when a cop car pull up in front of the lodge. A tall, rangy man in a dark blue uniform got out, swaggering in that cop way they always did in the movies, surveying the building like it was the sussest thing he’d ever seen. He disappeared inside without noticing Laura.

A few minutes later he emerged and noticed her standing there. To her surprise, he made his way over to her.

"Well hello, Officer Friendly," she called in greeting. His expression was so serious that she had to tease him. "Still checking up on me? I’m gonna start thinking you’re obsessed with me." She clicked her tongue and winked at him, putting her hands on her hips.

He surveyed her with a severe glance, taking in her short shorts and cropped tee. "Do you ever not have your belly button on show, young lady?" His tone was scathing, but his gaze snagged on her midriff in a way that told her he didn’t find it annoying in the slightest.

Young lady. Laura supposed it was better than ma’am.

She glanced down at her bare midriff and then back up at him with a shrug. "What? It’s a cute belly button. What are you doing here, Detective Fuzz?"

The cop shot her a peeved glare. "It’s Sheriff Hackett."

"Oh, are you and Mr. Hackett brothers are something? Northkill sure is cosy. Does your family run everything around here?"

"My family is none of your business, young lady." He glanced around at the lake, the kids, the position of the sun in the sky. For man who was so brusque he sure wasn’t in a hurry all of a sudden. "I’m glad you got to the motel last night. Eventually."

She rolled her eyes. "We weren’t driving around out there for our own amusement."

"Sure felt like you were amusing yourself as you led me round and around in circles."

"Hey, we didn’t ask for an escort. And give me a break, I was hardly having fun covered in mud with a bump on my head."

Sheriff Hackett glanced at her forehead, before reaching out and gently knocking the brim of her baseball cap up with his knuckles.

"That looks like it hurts." A sympathetic expression flashed through his eyes.

Laura gazed up at him in surprise. Was he a hard-ass, or a secret softie? Last night he’d been throwing his weight around, ordering them to do this and that. Then when he saw she had dirt on her face he’d brushed it away with a handkerchief. An actual handkerchief like men carried in old novels.

The cop had brown eyes, she noticed. Warm and kind of puppyish. She liked that in a man.

Uh, okay Laura. You must be tired if you’re simping over the old dude.

"It’s no picnic, Officer Sunshine."

He tapped his gold star badge. "It’s Sheriff Hackett, thank you. What’s your name, young lady?"

Damn, the way he said young lady made her want to do something bratty.

"Laura. Laura Kearney. Don’t worry, I haven’t got amnesia." She rubbed her bump and pulled her cap back into place.

"Is your boyfriend okay?"

Did she detect an annoyed inflection? Is your boyfriend okay?

‘Max? He’s fine. Acting kind of weird. But fine.’ Laura half shrugged.

She expected the sheriff to ignore her comment or berate her for boring him with her relationship drama.

Instead, he snapped to attention. "Weird how?"

She gave him a baffled look. "Uhhhh, I don’t know."

Restless. Secretive. Grumpy.

"Did he leave the motel room last night?"

Now Laura was getting pissed. "That’s not really any of your business."

Sheriff Hackett pressed his lips together. "Just answer the question."

She folded her arms. "No. I don’t think I will, Officer Pissy."

"Sheriff Hackett," he corrected her through his teeth.

They passed a short, angry silence, glaring at each other.

He pulled a card out the back of his pants and held it out to her. "If he starts acting strangely at any time—if he scares you—"

Her folded arms loosened in shock. "Are you implying that my boyfriend is going to hurt me? Screw you."

"If anything scares you," the sheriff corrected himself, "call me." He thrust the card under her nose. "Take it. Do as you’re told for once."

"Well, now I’m really not doing it."

She moved away from him, and as she did, he suddenly stepped closer and shoved the card into the pocket of her shorts. She gasped as his fingers thrust into the denim at her hip.

"Excuse you! Rude."

He glared at her, his face four inches from hers and his fingers still deep in her pocket.

"Pray that you never need my help, Miss Kearney," he said in a low and threating voice. The brown eyes held not a trace of puppy now.

"Why would I need your help?"

"Just pray. Bad girls get into trouble around here." He yanked his fingers from her shorts, turned on his heel and marched back to his car.

Laura’s heart was pounding wildly and she stared at his broad back. ‘Wow! What an asshole. I can’t believe…’ She trailed off, shaking her head and smoothing her hair down.

A moment later she pulled the card out and read it. Sheriff Travis Hackett. The address of the police station. A mobile number and a landline.

"Honestly, what is his problem?" she muttered, shoving the card back in her pocket and heading toward her cabin.

This was summer camp. What’s the Sheriff got to be so melodramatic about? It’s not like anything bad was going to happen to them at summer camp.

I just love their banter. Snarking at each other is foreplay, am I right? Thank you for reading! Leave me a comment and let me know what you think.

CHAPTER TWO

#the quarry #fanfiction #travis hackett #travis x laura #laura kearney

169 notes · View notes