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highwaytothedangerzone502 · 4 months

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Foxtrot Alpha Alpha - Chapter 31

Pairing: Hangman x Female OC

Word Count: 1629

Warnings: Talk of death, PTSD

Summary: Hangman learned his lesson a long time ago to never show his true feelings when someone's words or actions hurt him. To do so showed weakness that could be exploited, and Seresin men couldn't show weakness. Of course, there was an exception to every rule, and Jake's always came in the form of women, three in particular: his mom, Juliette Kazansky, and the girl whose name he could no longer bring himself to speak. She was the girl that got away; she was his biggest 'what if' and his biggest regret; she would forever be the ghost that haunted his dreams. Jake believed that's where she'd stay, for he would surely never see her again after what he did.

Or so he thought.

Notes: This is the sequel to India Lima Yankee; I'm using the same callsign for the Female OC as in Ghost Story because I just really like it, but they are different characters; chapters in italics are flashbacks.

Chapter Songs: The Reason Broken Halos

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Ghost

Juliette waddled purposefully to the garage before giving either of the aviators a chance to argue with her. Ghost and Rooster were hot on her heels. They slid into Bradley's Bronco, and Juliette floored it to The Riptide. Ten minutes later, they swiftly entered the dimly lit establishment and found Hangman sitting at the bar, his cheek plastered to the dark wood of the counter. His green eyes were half shut, but he recognized his friends immediately, although he didn't appear exactly pleased to see two of them.

"I called Princess," he slurred, frowning. "What're youse doin' here?"

"You might've called Juliette, but you gave the bartender my callsign," Ghost explained, looking him up and down. "I happened to be with them when he called."

Jake sighed dramatically. "Shit. Sorry, Annie, uh, I mean, Annalise… youse can go. I'm… I'm good."

"It's fine," Ghost responded gently, gingerly placing a hand on his back, "but I'm not leaving here without you."

"Our place is closest. Let's bring him there. The sooner we get him to a toilet, the better," Juliette remarked, taking Jake's credit card from the bartender.

Rooster grabbed Hangman by the shoulders and pulled him into a sitting position. "Ghost, can you help me carry him back to the truck?"

"On it." Ghost and Rooster each grabbed one of Jake's arms and threw it around their shoulders, then proceeded to carry a deadweight Hangman out of the bar and into the back of the Bronco. He mumbled incoherent protests, but none of them listened. Ghost hopped into the back of the car first before helping Rooster slide Hangman onto the seat with her. Jake promptly slumped over into her lap. Ghost cradled him, heart thundering in her chest as she thought of everything that could've possessed him to drink so heavily. Never in all the years she'd known him had he ever drank that much. Hangman hated to lose control, and drinking did just that. She'd seen him tipsy, but never drunk, especially not like this.

"Jus- just take me home," Hangman mumbled.

"Negative, Ghost Rider," Juliette responded, glancing at him from the rearview mirror. "Our place is closest, and all that alcohol is going to come out one end sooner or later, and if it's from the top end, we want to make sure you don't choke."

Hangman sighed and whispered, "I'm not anyone's responsibility… I don't- don't wanna be a burden."

Juliette nor Rooster reacted to the comment, causing Ghost to believe they hadn't heard him. Otherwise, Juliette absolutely would've said something to dispute his claim, whether Hangman could've comprehended the response or not. Ghost took matters into her own hands and softly responded to him, "You're not a burden."

His green eyes narrowed in on her, perplexed. He opened his mouth to say something, but when Juliette slammed on the brakes and let out an impressive string of swear words at a driver who cut her off, Hangman clammed up. The group arrived at the Bradshaw household a few minutes later. Ghost and Rooster once more threw Hangman's arms around their shoulders and escorted him into the house. Juliette opened the door for them and said, "Let's get him to the guest bathroom. I have a feeling he's going to be sick soon."

"I'm fine," Hangman slurred before letting out a big belch.

Rooster scoffed skeptically as he set the aviator on the floor across from the toilet. "Yeah, and my last name isn't Bradshaw."

Ghost sat next to Jake, who had slumped against the wall. Juliette wiped the toilet lid with a Clorox wipe before she lowered herself to the ground by the cabinets diagonally opposite them. Rooster leaned against the door frame, keeping the curious German Shepherds at bay. Hangman scanned the room and asked, "Why are y'all here?"

"We're worried about you," Ghost replied, pulling her knees up to her chest.

Hangman snorted and slurred his words as he said, "You haven't been worried 'bout me since-" he hiccupped- "since the accident. Bradshaw only worried 'bout me when he competed against me for the position on the mission and when he thought I was makin' a move on his girl. Princess is the only one who worries 'bout me, but she shouldn't. I ain't worth the stress."

"You're my best friend, Jake," Juliette said sincerely. "You're worth the stress."

"It's… it's not good for you, though," he insisted emphatically. 'Specially when you're pregnant and-and have proclamsia."

"Preeclampsia," Rooster corrected.

Hangman rolled his eyes, "That's what I said."

"No, you said- never mind. So, what brought this drinking binge on?"

"W-why would I tell you? So you can give me another callsign? Least this time, it won't be based on me killin' someone…"

Rooster winced at the slight. "I never intended for it to stick."

"Yeah, well, it did. Got to be reminded of Ghoul's death every fuckin' time someone said my-" he hiccupped again- "my callsign until I managed to convince people it was because I'd leave them hangin' in the air rather six feet deep. You're lucky I'm so fuckin' persuasive, Bradshaw," Hangman said, pointing a finger at him. "Otherwise, the memory might've sent me over the edge that day before Coyote stopped me."

"What are you talking about?" Ghost inquired quickly, a dreadful sensation running through her veins at his words.

Hangman weakly shook his head. "Don't matter."

"Jake-"

"No. It's not of import. Besides, not tellin' someone who doesn't care and not tellin' it in front of Princess, who does care and would probably freak out. She's gotta be careful with that preplamsia."

"Preeclampsia," Rooster corrected again.

"Whatever. I don't-" Hangman hiccuped for a third time and covered his mouth, turning a sickly shade of green. He lurched forward to the toilet and hurled the contents of his stomach three times. He groaned and said, "This never leaves the room."

"Doubt anyone would believe us if we said you got smashed." Rooster looked to his fiancée. "Honey, I'm going to take the dogs out. They're getting antsy."

Juliette nodded and slowly pushed herself up with Rooster's assistance. "I'm going to find some Gatorade. He's going to be dehydrated, throwing up so much."

The couple disappeared, leaving Ghost alone with Hangman. He scooted back against the wall next to her, and Ghost, disliking the uncomfortable silence, broke it with a question. "Why'd you give my name but Jules's number?"

Hangman shrugged. "Musta got you two mixed up. Y'all remind me of each other. When I first met her, she reminded me a lot of you with her love of fighter jets and music. Probably why I fell for her. She's the only girl I thought I could love after you."

The news came as a shock to Ghost, who'd only ever believed Hangman had loved her like a best friend, maybe a sister at most. "I didn't- I never knew that."

"Why would you? I never said anything, and you think you meant nothing to me at the end of our friendship. Because, you know, what reason could I have to cause me to ignore you after the crash?"

"What was the reason?"

Hangman fell quiet, staring intently at the toilet. Ghost couldn't tell what he was thinking- if he even was at all- but she allowed him the silence. He evidently didn't like the direction of the conversation with the way he shut down, and Ghost wouldn't push him. They weren't close enough for that anymore, and in no small part because of her. Still, wanting to keep him awake, she asked kindly, "What caused this? You've never gotten this drunk before."

"Got a call from my father today. I figured since I'd already fucked up my best relationship the night before, a good way to punish myself would be to open the door to my most toxic one," Hangman mumbled, wiggling his body so he inched up the wall to sit straighter. "I'm not sure who was more surprised I answered- me or my father. But I sure as hell was shocked when he apologized for being so shitty to me growing up. Explained he thought I'd been the child of an affair my mom had, only to find out she'd been tellin' him the truth the entire time that I was, indeed, his son. His own flesh and blood. And then..." Hangman trailed off, his brow furrowing. He slid down the wall a little.

"And then what?" Ghost prodded.

"He- he started breathin' funny, chokin' on his words. And then he was... gone. All I heard was the flatlinin' of his monitor. I-I stood there in shock because he was number four. I thought I had to be in the hospital for it to happen, but no, apparently talkin' on the phone halfway 'cross the country does the trick too. I mean-" Hangman held up his hand and lifted a finger for each person he rattled off- "You, Mom, Ghoul, Father. All y'all died 'cause of me."

"Jake, Ghoul didn't die because of you. Neither did I, your mom, nor your father. Is that- I know you blamed yourself for the accident, but we didn't- is that why you never visited me?"

Much to her dismay, although not to her surprise, Hangman refused to answer. Even drunk out of his mind, some small part of him actively remembered not to tell his reasoning to her. She'd been close to getting it out of him. They were on the verge of the truth, but Ghost wouldn't poke too much. Not in his state.

"Forty-one," Hangman said, voice barely above a whisper. He remained in the same position, staring straight ahead.

Ghost frowned. "Huh?"

"Forty-one," he repeated. "That was your heart rate when I entered your hospital room."

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Yesterday Once More | Dark Fix-It Fic Series | Chapter 15

A/N: This fic is one that I started with my OC because honestly, I personally didn’t like how season 3 ended. So I am rewriting all of Dark with my OC Annalise Dahlheim. I hope you all like it. Some things will be expanded more on just for more depth to Dark that season 3 kinda skipped over so…. yeah.

CW: Canon Typical Triggers: Smoking, Sex, Language, Drugs, Drinking, Death, Violence, Suicide Mentions, Cutting, Violence.

Word Count: 6.5k

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Older Jonas shot up from his nightmare seeing Annalise was sitting in the room texting. His heart slowly calmed seeing her so relaxed. She had bags beneath her eyes though from lack of restful sleep. He kicked his leg to the side and walked over to the girl and kissed her head. His nightmare was a memory of his and Martha’s first time slowly turning to the darkness that grew from her. He pressed his forehead against the girl’s neck and asked, “Did you get any sleep last night?”

The younger Jonas slowly woke up. His senses flooded with the feeling of Annalise next to him. Yet as he opened his eyes, he saw no such girl there. His broken heart dropped. He ran his hand against the pillow still disbelieving that his senses would cruelly trick him. There he found his evidence that she was once there. A strand of her hair danced around his fingertips as they dragged across the pillow. He slowly sat up holding it to the light just to make sure it was indeed hers. The corners of his lips fought in effort to give a small tender smile. Slowly, he resettled down into the warmth of her. His blue eyes twinkled in the lantern light as her familiar mild presence washed over him. His imagination wandered to a place where she was indeed next to him smiling and giggling with him. That all the pain was far far from his mind. He slowly let her last remains drop to the ground as he looked around the bed finally. This was something he pictured her liking. Its four poster frame was made of a dark wood reminding him of the forest she treasured so dearly. The bed itself was so fluffy and eloquent. It cupped the recipient in a warm cozy nest made of the mattress and warm blankets. Something befitting her. Everything about this place just radiated with remembrance of her. He jolted when he saw his older self sitting in the corner of the room staring at him.

“Isn’t it peculiar,” Adam started, “that one feels the greatest aversion towards the very people who are most similar to oneself?” He paused for a moment and stated, “You were thinking of her, weren’t you?” He remembered that feeling well. The time he was so in love with her yet refused to acknowledge it. The yearning that would grow and grow to slowly eat at him even now wanting nothing more for her to by his side through everything. Knowing deep in his heart that she was constantly on his mind and that any love he had to spare was immediately gobbled up by her greedy image buried deep in his very being.

Jonas stared at him and replied angrily after being taken from his delusion, “I want to know how to get back home.”

Adam stood up and walked in front of the bed. He stared at his younger self for a moment as he tried to instead picture her smiling face waking up to greet him. It wasn’t hard to do, yet it was just so painful to try and imagine so close to the end. Adam sighed and told the boy, “Get dressed.” He turned and left the boy there alone. He looked around the room to find his signature yellow jacket, khakis, and white shoes there for him to get redressed in.

There were only two days left until the apocalypse in 2020. The older Jonas put on his bag and headed down stairs to watch his mother sleep. He stood there for a moment before walking out of his house.

Katharina stared at the picture of her time lost son when she heard her older two children walk down the stairs. “Wait,” she called to them. She stood and walked to them, “I have to show you something.”

“We’ve got an appointment,” Martha told her mother before turning away.

Katharina urged them, “Maybe you’d better sit down.”

Magnus asked, “Can we do this some other time? We really have to go.”

“It’s… I…” Katharina struggled with the words but tried to walk closer to her children, “I have to tell you something. It sounds totally crazy, but I have to know what you think about it.”

Martha asked, “Are you nuts? You’ve hardly spoken to us for months and now you want to know what we think?!” She scolded her mother. The girl motioned around the house and said, “Look around you. We are the kids, but you’ve been acting like one for months!” The girl started to yell more, “Mom, you act as if you’re alone with this shit! But we lost them too!” She started to cry. When Katharina reached to wipe her tears away, Martha hit her hand away, “So you want to talk. That doesn’t mean we do too.” She stormed out of the house with Magnus close behind.

“Why is he so interested in the nuclear power plant,” Aleksander yelled over the phone, “Find someone at Criminal Investigation who knows this Clausen guy. What does he really want here? Call me as soon as you know something.” He hung up the phone.

Regina slowly stumbled through the house, “Bartosz isn’t here.” She informed her husband. He turned speechless causing Regina to continue, “His bed hasn’t been slept in. He wasn’t here all night.”

“Maybe he’s with Martha,” Aleksander tried to reason with her.

Regina shook her head, “They’re not together anymore.”

Aleksander slowly walked his way to his wife to try and calm her, “They must’ve made up… Or maybe he’s with Annalise. Have you called?”

Regina replied, “No one’s answering.”

Aleksander shrugged and told her, “I’m sure it’s nothing. Kids don’t answer their phones all the time.”

“Tell me it’ll all be fine,” Regina plead with her husband.

Aleksander nodded and held his wife, “Everything will be fine.”

In 1987, Ulrich calculated his escape plan to try and find Mikkel as Claudia sat in her office. She stared at the article before knowing what she had to do. She stood up after her secretary walked in and asked her to reschedule the French delegation before she left.

In 1921, Jonas stared at the painting before turning to his elder self. He asked, “Why am I here?”

Adam looked down, then back up at himself. “A person lives three lives,” He started, “The first ends with the loss of naivete. The second with the loss of innocence. The third with the loss of life itself. It is inevitable that we go through those three stages. You will turn into your older self, and your older self into what you see before you.”

Jonas stormed up to him, growling, “I don’t have time for this shit! I have to go back home. To my time! I’ve seen what will happen. I’ve seen their graves.”

“You have lots of time,” Adam told him, “This is the year 1921. Strictly speaking, you still have 99 years.”

Jonas looked down trying to calculate everything and what his next course of action should be.

In 1987, Ulrich’s snack arrived in his room which meant his plan was now needing to start. He hit the man over the head with pottery to knock him out then grabbed his card key to use it to get out of the gates and enter the real world again.

“You haven’t been here in a long time,” Egon told his daughter.

Claudia shook her head then nodded, “I just wanted to quickly check how you are.”

Egon smiled and nodded, “It’s good.” He could tell his daughter was thinking and hiding something from him from her guilty face and the way she was just so stiff. He asked his daughter, “Claudia? You do know that I’m proud of all you’ve accomplished. And your mother would be, too.”

Claudia started to feel tears well at the bottom of her eyes. She stood up to try to hide it from her father, “I’ve got to go.” She walked to the door quickly. She took in a deep breath then turned to her father, “The real reason I came was… I want you to move in with us. You wouldn’t be so alone. And Regina would be happy to see more of you.” Egon smiled at his daughter until she said, “Tomorrow would be best.”

“Tomorrow,” Egon asked his daughter, “You’re acting like I’m almost on my deathbed.”

Claudia sighed. She knew she couldn’t just tell her father why. She debated with herself before just telling her father, “Think it over. Alright?” She then left with her father watching confused.

Hannah sat at the table with Annalise helping arrange photo albums. Both of them looked a little worse for wear when they heard banging at the door. Hannah stood up to go grab the door. “Katharina,” she said as the blonde stormed into the house as if she were looking for something.

“Is he here,” Katharina asked, continuing to look around. When both of them looked at her with blank looks, she exhaustedly asked, “Jonas?”

Hannah shook her head, “He’s vanished. I have no idea where he is.”

When Katharina looked at the girl, she just shrugged and continued going on looking at the albums. Katharina shook her head at the zombie-like girl and turned to Hannah, “You said you saw Mikkel. You were there. How do I get to him?”

Hannah looked down at Annalise to see if she were going to interject then looked up at Katharina with a small shrug, “He has this sort of… device. I guess it’s like a...time machine.”

Katharina snorted. “A time machine,” she asked, shaking her head at them, “And do you know how it works?”

Hannah looked down at Annalise and then walked over to help the girl rearrange some of the pictures, “Even if I did, it wouldn’t help.”

Annalise’s exhausted husky voice grated through the air, “He took it with him.” Hannah pet the girl’s head. She leaned down and kissed her head while wrapping her arms around her from above. Annalise didn’t even look up. She just kept stacking the duplicate pictures into the middle of the table.

Katharina lifted one of them up and said, “He was always there. Right in front of me.” Hannah sighed as she slipped away from fully embracing the girl and just left a hand on her shoulder. The blonde shook her head and sneered, “I just can’t believe you slept with my husband and my son. But you always did want what belonged to me. You’re like a parasite.”

“Shut up,” Annalise whispered. Tears dripping down her depleted face.

Katharina, not hearing the girl, asked Hannah, “Did Ulrich ever actually tell you he loved you? In the end, he would always choose us.”

“Shut up,” Annalise screamed, gripping at her hair, “Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!” She stood up and threw the table as she did. She panted angrily when they all heard a knock on the door.

Hannah rushed to the door and opened it, “Hello.”

“Hello,” Clausen greeted, “You missed your appointment yesterday.” He walked in as Hannah apologized, seeing Katharina standing there with a teary faced Annalise and a flipped table. He continued staring at the situation in front of him as he commented, “Hard to believe you’d forget it when your own child is missing.” He walked more into the home and greeted Katharina, “Mrs. Nielsen.” He looked at the girl still trying to calm herself. Annalise was rubbing her own arms trying to self soothe as she rocked back and forth. Clausen looked back at Katharina and stated, “You were the last person I expected to see here. But since you’re here...” He took out a sketch of the older Jonas and asked, “Do you know who this is?” He looked at Annalise and said, “You can answer too. If you know him.”

Katharina stood between him and Annalise before Annalise got a chance to look up, “No. I don’t. Neither does she.”

Clausen looked at her and asked, “Why can’t she tell me that for herself?” He looked at the younger girl and then back at Katharina, “Mrs. Nielsen, if you don’t mind…” Katharina looked at Annalise and Hannah for a moment. She pulled the girl into a small hug, then left. Clausen then sat in the tableless chair and asked Hannah, “And you?” He showed her the sketch and asked, “Do you know this person?”

Hannah shook her head and told him, “No.”

Back at the Nielsen’s, Stranger Jonas wandered into the house. It was so messy and chaotic, as if looking straight into their state since Mikkel had disappeared from their lives. He walked into Martha’s room. It wasn’t much different from what he remembered. He turned to see a picture of he, Martha, and Bartosz hanging up next to a photo booth set of her and Annalise making funny faces and laughing. Everyone was so happy then. He sat on her bed and tried to debate his life.

“Do you want to know everything that will happen,” Adam asked his younger self, “I know when wars begin and end, what discoveries will be made in the years ahead, what shares I should invest in… But I don’t know what my counterpart will do as long as I haven’t seen his future.”

“But you know my future,” Jonas said confused, “You know what I’ll do.”

Adam nodded and tapped his fingers against his leg, “I am your future.”

Sadness and regret hit the boy. He shook his head and desperately tried to reason, “There must be a way to change it all. So things happen differently.”

Adam stated, “A loophole.” He took in a deep breath and told the boy, “It took me 66 years to find out how to find a way to escape this hell.”

The table screeched as Annalise lifted the table back up and rearranged everything. Clausen looked at Hannah and said, “I’ve been here almost a week and I get the impression no one is telling the truth. Everyone’s trying to hide something. Although I’m not sure if you’re all hiding the same thing or if everyone is trying to keep their own skeletons in the closet.”

Annalise walked into the kitchen and asked, “Coffee?”

Clausen shook his head and asked, “Actually could you…”

Hannah shook her head, “That wouldn’t be best right now.” She looked at the girl then back at him, “She just had an attack. Leaving her alone wouldn’t be the greatest idea.”

Clausen nodded and then looked back at Hannah, “Does he pay you?” When she looked confused, Clausen asked, “Aleksander Tiedermann.”

Hannah’s brow furrowed as she shook her head, “I don’t quite follow you.”

“You worked as his physiotherapist,” He commented, “You no longer do so, right?” Hannah nodded in agreement. Clausen, then, asked, “Yet he still transfers the same amount every month. One would normally expect a service in return, so what is it?”

Hannah looked down and paused. When she heard Annalise start to speak up, Hannah shook her head then turned back to Clausen, “What you don’t get is we stick together here. We support each other. My son disappeared. Aleksander helps me with the money. That’s it.”

Clausen held the picture of Hannah, Ulrich, and Katharina in his hand and said, “Nothing beats a good neighborhood.” He looked up and said, “It’s remarkable that Mrs. Nielsen feels the same way about that. Oh, well, maybe that’s how small towns are. People not only share secrets, but also money and beds.”

Annalise started to growl and Hannah looked at the girl. She grabbed Annalise’s wringing hands and turned back to the man.

The rest of the group of teens stormed the caves with the suitcase. Elisabeth stopped for a moment and looked behind her. Her brow furrowed seeing no one there. She could swear they were being watched. She turned and ran back to catch up to her sister. Noah slowly emerged from behind the tree and watched as his future wife ran into the caves.

Down in the bunker, Charlotte asked the man, “I want to know what you know. Where is Noah.”

“He’s one of them,” Stranger Jonas told the woman, “A traveler. He’s Adam’s puppet. He killed the children. Mads, Erik, Yasin.”

Charlotte fought back tears and admitted, “I think all of this has to do with me. Do you know who my parents are?”

Jonas looked down and shook his head, “No… But I knew your grandfather.”

Charlotte started to cry, “He’s not my real grandfather. I just grew up with him. Did he know all this?”

Jonas nodded, “Yes.”

“Is he one of them,” She asked, “A traveler?”

Jonas shook his head, “He’s just a pawn, like most of us. Claudia. She used him. Just like she used me, Peter, and the others. She had him build this.” He walked away and showed the woman the time machine.

Slowly, Charlotte came to the realization, “You know what’s going to happen in the future.”

Jonas nodded, “Yes.”

Bartosz shivered. His stomach was so empty. He was cold. A stabbing pain of numbness ran through his veins. He squinted when Magnus pointed the light at him. Magnus knelt down at the boy and asked, “What is this?”

“Want to spend another night here,” yelled Franziska.

Martha pleaded with him, “Bartosz, look at us. What are we doing here? Why won’t you tell us what’s going on?”

He shook his head, His bruised neck aching with every movement, “I would if I could. I’m not allowed to.” He whimpered, “Even if I did tell you, you wouldn’t believe me.”

“Why not,” She yelled at him.

Franziska stared down at him without any remorse or empathy, “The human body can go three days without liquid.”

Magnus stared down at him then back at his sister. He stood and grabbed the case to follow Franziska and Elisabeth out. Martha stared as Bartosz yelled, “You want to leave me here to die or what? Martha… Wait… Please. Martha, You can’t do this.” He tried to plea with her again, “Martha!” He shook his head and reasoned with himself to calm his panic, “Okay… Okay…” Bartosz yelled at their backs, “It’s a time machine!”

They all turned to him. Magnus walked around his sister. His face contorted in bewilderment, “What? Are you screwing with me?!” Magnus was getting even more annoyed every minute this was going on. Annalise hadn’t been returning any communication since the other day and his family was still broken apart. He was getting no answers to anything he needed.

Bartosz sobbed into the dirt, “I said you wouldn’t believe me.”

“Come on, we’re leaving,” Magnus told the group.

Martha held out her hand and rushed to the tied up boy, “No. Wait.” She looked Bartosz in the eye and demanded, “Then show us how it works.”

Bartosz agreed and when they untied him, he slowly opened the suitcase. He took the box out, closed the top, then placed the machine on top. He carefully opened it up to show them. He turned and said, “I need a phone.”

“There’s no reception here,” Magnus told him, shaking his head.

Bartosz shook his and explained, “That’s irrelevant. It just needs to search for a signal, that’s it.” Martha walked forwards and handed him her phone. Bartosz booted up the machine and backed up as it’s components whirled to life. As the electricity started to open up the portal, Bartosz commented, “You need to come closer.”

Magnus stepped forward first as they all watched the particle start to grow and surround all of them.

“The incident last summer,” Claudia explained, “You told me it was from a reaction in the volume control system.” She looked at Bernd and said, “I checked the data. Everything was normal. So…” She removed her hands from the table and asked, “What really happened?”

Bernd looked down then slid a leather folder to her from across the table, “I knew you wouldn’t be able to let it rest.” Claudia stared at him annoyed but opened the folder to look. Bernd continued, “After the incident, I had a sample taken and analyzed. What you see there are the results.”

Claudia looked up, then back down at the report, “These values are impossible.”

“That’s what I thought at first too,” He replied, “So I had the tests repeated. The results were identical.”

Claudia looked up and asked him, “Is this what I think it is?”

“Possibly,” Bernd slyly commented, “In many respects it corresponds to Englert, Brout, and Higgs’ calculations in 1964. But not entirely.”

“The God Particle,” Claudia said looking back up at him.

Bernd knocked on the table with great satisfaction, “The particle that gives all things its mass.”

Claudia shook her head happily, “This is a sensation.” She closed up the file and looked up at him, “If this data is correct, we have to go public with it.”

Bernd sighed, “I already told you. Some sleeping dogs should be left to lie.” As Claudia’s face dropped, he continued to explain himself, “If we go public with it people will want to know how we found it. The nuclear power plant is my legacy. Do what you like with the data, but leave my name and the power plant out of it. At least as long as I’m alive.”

Ulrich jogged to the Kahnwald house. He panted. There out at their garden table sat Mikkel. Ulrich sobbed seeing his long lost son. Happiness rushed through him.

Mikkel looked up at the older man and asked, “Can I help you? Are you not well?” He stood up and looked at the man.

Ines walked through the halls of the hospital. She went into the medicine cabinet and stole some more sleeping pills for Mikkel. She tried to walk away to hide her crime when another nurse stopped her and alerted her to the news that a psychiatric patient had escaped and that he had the reputation of killing 2 children in the 1950s and nearly killed a third. Ines’s face changed to horror. Mikkel was home alone.

Ulrich sat waiting for Mikkel. He nervously picked at the wood at the table. It wasn’t long before Mikkel came back with the orange juice. “Thank you,” Ulrich said to his son after being handed the juice.

Mikkel stared at the man. There was something really familiar about him, but he couldn’t quite place it. His mind was a bit foggy. His memories of his past life slowly fading in and out of his mind. He shook his head and admitted, “You seem familiar somehow.”

Ulrich sighed and admitted, “I’ve waited 33 years for this moment.” He looked at Mikkel who had started to look terrified. Ulrich thought for a moment and turned over his empty glass, “‘The question is not how, but when,’” He turned to Mikkel and said, “You said that. Remember?”

Mikkel felt a bittersweet emotion fill within him. He nodded as tears started to fill within him. He grabbed onto his father and held him close. It was just as he remembered. They started to cry together as Mikkel whispered, “Dad…”

“In the future,” Jonas explained, “There’s a prophecy about a new world. That Sic Mundus will lead people into paradise.” He looked at Adam and asked, “Is this that? A religion?”

Adam shrugged with one shoulder and explained, “We are the exact opposite of that. We’ve declared a war on time. God. We declared a war on God. We’re creating a new world, without time, without God.”

Jonas’s brow furrowed and asked, “What does that mean?”

“It means that what people have worshiped for millennia,” Adam explained, “The God that holds everything together, that God is nothing more than time itself. Not a thinking, acting entity. A physical law with which one can negotiate as little as one can with one’s own fate. God is time. And time is not merciful.” He thought of his own life as he continued, “we are born, and our life is already trickling away like the sand in the hourglass. Death is forever inevitably before us. Our fate is nothing but a concentration of cause and effect. In light and in shadow.”

Charlotte walked into her grandfather’s shop and continued her search. She found the blueprint of the machine and stared at it. It wasn’t long before the man whom she was searching for joined into the store with her.

“Charlotte,” Noah greeted her after the bell alerted her to his presence. He slowly approached the woman.

She backed away as he walked forward and asked, “What do you want?”

Noah took off his hat and introduced himself, “I’m Noah.”

“I know who you are,” She explained holding her ground, “You killed the children.”

Sadly, Noah shook his head, “I can no longer change what you think of me.” Tears filled his eyes, “But… Maybe one day you’ll understand that I only did this so that it will one day no longer happen.” He took out the notebook as he stared at the terrified woman, “So you’re not taken from me again and neither is your mother.” At her confusion, Noah opened his notebook and showed the woman a polaroid of he holding a small baby, “When you were born, they didn’t give you much of a chance. You were premature. You were tiny.” He shook his head and further explained, “But you wanted to live. You were so strong. Your tiny hand grasped my finger and wouldn’t let go.”

“Stop,” begged the sobbing woman. She shook her head in complete disbelief, “That’s impossible.”

Noah placed the picture next to her and stated, “Your mother took that picture. I promised her I’d bring you back.” He studied her face and told her, “I’ve looked for you all these years.” He looked down and said, “But you were here the entire time.” He laughed slowly breaking down, “Adam knew it was you. He knew it the entire time. He’s preparing for what comes afterwards.” He smiled, “I read the last pages. The nuclear power plant, Jonas, David. It’ll all happen again. The apocalypse. In two days. But I now know what I must do.” He backed away from his frightened daughter, “I have to end Adam. So everyone lives.” He put back on his hat as he started to leave, “Not just those in the bunker.”

Charlotte finally gained the courage again. She gripped onto it firmly and asked, “Who is my mother?”

Noah stopped and slowly turned to the sobbing woman, “She loved you very much. She still does.” He turned away and walked out leaving his daughter crying there.

The teens walked out of the caves into 1987. They turned to Bartosz and Franziska asked, “What happened here?” Everyone looked around seeing the forest different from what they remembered.

“The armchair is gone,” Martha commented.

Magnus turned and asked the boy, “What’s going on?”

“I didn’t believe it at first either,” Bartosz started, “But then he told me things that would happen. And they did, just as he said. That… You and Jonas kissed. He told me that before you did it. That Annalise would get drunk, try to go home, and nearly fall off the bridge. That my mother would get cancer. That Jonas and Annalise would vanish.”

Magnus sneered and approached the boy angrily, “Who told you that?” He wanted to destroy who ever told the boy these things without trying to fix them. His rage boiled.

Bartosz leaned away from the displeasured boy and admitted, “Noah.”

“Noah,” Franziska asked, “A priest with big blue eyes?”

Bartosz looked towards her and asked, “You know him?”

Franziska shook her head then motioned to her sister, “I don’t. But Elisabeth does.” Bartosz looked down at the small blonde girl finally feeling kinship with someone again.

“Okay,” Magnus growled, “What’s going on?”

“Noah said it was about a war,” Bartosz’s brow creased as he tried to remember what the man had said. None of it made sense but the boy continued to tell his story, “And about ruling over time. That my grandmother is involved in it… That Jonas will return and…”

Martha asked, “Jonas? Jonas is coming back?”

“Yeah,” He admitted before continuing, “They’re both part of the war. Annalise and him.”

Magnus started to laugh. He shook his head. There was no way any of what Bartosz was saying was true. He turned away from everyone and told them, “I’m going home.” He started to walk away followed by Franziska and Elisabeth.

Bartosz looked at Martha. He begged her, “You have to believe me.”

Martha shook her head and turned away. She walked to try and catch up with the rest of the group leaving him alone, there in the woods.

Ines rushed though the house trying to find her adopted son. She called his new name, “Michael! Michael!” When she saw the two cups, the woman ended up calling Egon, “I just got home and Michael isn’t here and… The man broke out of the psychiatric ward... ”

“Which man from the ward,” He asked.

Ines shook her head, “It was on the radio today. Do you remember? The children at the construction sight in 1953? That man escaped.”

Egon hurriedly told her, “I’ll call the police station at once. I might know where they’re headed. I’ll come pick you up.” He hung up.

Mikkel and Ulrich ran through the forest trying to get to the caves before anyone could stop them. The sirens blared through the air. Ines led the officers but soon got out ran.

“Stop,” one of the officers yelled at him shooting into the air.

The two stopped. Ulrich placed himself in between the officers and Mikkel. “Michael,” Ines called the boy.

“Let the boy go,” another officer commanded.

Mikkel held onto his father tightly. “No,” Ulrich yelled back. Ines tried to run to them, only to get pulled back by Egon.

“Get on the ground,” A different officer yelled at the man.

“Michael,” Ines yelled.

Ulrich hid Mikkel behind him and yelled, “You don’t get it!”

Another voice commanded, “Get down!”

Ulrich pleaded with them, “He’s my son!”

“I said get down now!”

Ulrich slowly lowered himself to the ground. The officers surrounded him and separated the boy from him. “Mikkel,” Ulrich sobbed.

Ines ran to the boy, “Michael!” She held him close as the boy watched the officers arresting his father, “Michael.”

“Mikkel,” Ulrich fought the officers to tell the boy. He promised the boy, “I’ll be back. I’ll take you home.”

Mikkel’s chest hurt as he watched his father getting pulled away from him. His eyes never left Ulrich’s side. A part of him knew now that he was going to have to accept this new life. His old life was always going to be ripped away from him no matter how much it came back to him. It was simply a haunting.

Ulrich sneered at Egon as they passed, “It’s all your fault! It always has been! I swear, next time… I’ll kill you.”

Adam sighed, “Mikkel… Michael. Our father is just a small part of a knot. That is infinitely larger and more convoluted. The entire universe is nothing but a gigantic knot from which there is no escape.”

“If that’s true,” Jonas concluded, “if everything is perpetually in that knot, if nothing can be changed, then you’ve already had this conversation?”

Adam nodded, “And posed that very question. My whole life, I was convinced that this moment could never be repeated in this way. I could never speak the words that my older self said to me back then. Because I could not understand how I could ever in my life want what he wanted… Now, 66 years later, I understand it. Some moments...” He fiddled with his thumbs thinking of what was going to happen in just a short time once he sent his younger self back, “change us forever.” He paused then thinking of what was going to happen once again in two days, “Some pain you never forget.” He leaned forward uncrossing his legs, “But there is a way that leads us out of all this cruel fertility.”

“If that’s true,” Jonas leaned in closer, more interested once more, “if there is a way, why does it all happen as it always has, why have you changed nothing?”

Adam smirked and walked to his wall of notes. He explained to his younger self, “Every development builds on the previous one. First you have the wheel, then the car. I can’t be me without previously having been you.” He raised his hands and explained, “You saw the passage in the bunker. The chair, the device. The thing in the future. But that’s not the end of the chain.”

Claudia thanked the scientist for meeting her and for his time. She slowly took out the God particle and asked him to analyze it without telling anyone. She vaguely explained it to the man as they watched the dark liquid slosh in the small glass canister.

The teens walked over the hill and to the bus stop. There they found evidence of it being 1987. They watched as the old styled cares drove past. Ulrich turned to see the group there. He begged the officers to pull over because he saw his children. This was all for not. The officers kept driving the poor man away from his family to go to the hospital.

Bartosz looked at the group and asked, “Do you believe me now?” He turned as the rest of the group just tried to process what was going on.

Hannah sat at the table. Annalise was slowly fading in and out of sleep. When the door slammed open and shut, the mother stood and rushed to the older version of her son, “You’re back. Where have you been?”

Jonas took a step back. He looked at the two, then to the pictures, and then looked back at his mother, “Did this ever mean anything to you?” Hannah looked towards the side as Jonas asked, “Did you ever actually love Dad?” He shook his head and said, “I know you had an affair with Ulrich.” Annalise stood up and got in between them. She weakly tried to push him away from his mother, but this didn’t stop him from asking, “If you could choose between Dad and Ulrich now…”

Annalise slapped him. The girl screamed at him, “Oh and you’re one to talk!” Tears ran down her face, “That’s such fucking bullshit Jonas.” She started to hit his chest.

Jonas effortlessly took both of her wrists in one hand and ignored her. He stared at his mother and said, “With all this shit, I thought you were the only person I could trust completely.” He looked down at Annalise and said, “This isn’t the time.”

Her fury unleashed itself, “Yeah?! And when is it the time?! HUH?!” She tried to twist herself out of his grip, “Yeah! I fucking thought so! This is so fucking stupid! I hate this! I hate you! Let me go!”

He let her wrist go, but scooped her up into his arms as she screamed. He knew she was just exhausted and tired. Her mind was weighing thousands of options and she felt like the weight of the universe sat squarely on her decision. Jonas couldn’t be angry with her. She was so young, scared, traumatised, and having to face the hardest decision of her life. If anything, it hurt more seeing her descent. He didn’t see this side of it last time and he never wanted to see it again. Knowing how she could have continued being to see her now thrashing and raging as if a caged animal. He pulled her into him despite her animosity and tried to go up the stairs to their room.

“I ruined everything,” Hannah said. With that everything stopped. Jonas stopped walking up the stairs, Annalise stopped screaming, everything. Hannah looked at the pictures of her family and whispered, “I know.”

Jonas shrugged and stared at Annalise then back at his mother, ��Maybe you always have.” Annalise went back to spewing obscenities and hatred at the man as he tried to carry them up the stairs.

“Jonas,” Hannah tried to stop him again.

Jonas slowly came to terms with what needed to be said to both himself and his mother, “You need no one. Just yourself.” He climbed up the stairs with Annalise screeching.

The teens walked their way back to 2020 as Ines carried Mikkel back home. Egon sighed and guiltily walked away. Ulrich shook trying to be released screaming for his family that was ripped from him until the sedative hit. Charlotte stared at the polaroid of baby her and Noah. Ines made her son hot chocolate and put the sleeping pill’s contents inside. Martha walked into her room and found some of Jonas’s hair there. She looked up knowing he must be close. Adam walked his younger self to the portal room.

Adam explained, “It’s not the same as what lies in the future.” It is, in a manner of speaking, it’s twin. It is part of the infinite. It pervades everything. People have given it a myriad of names over the centuries: ether, dark matter, the Higgs field.”

Jonas looked over to him and asked, “How did it come to be?”

“The one in the future,” Adam told the boy, “via the disaster in two days you so dearly want to prevent. This one… We produced ourselves. It is the end of a technological evolution. And… it will be the end of the knot. This right here will take you to the exact day that you want to travel to. It breaks the 33 year cycle.”

Jonas stared at him, “That’s why I’m here. That’s what you want from me. There is a way to stop it all if I stop the beginning.”

Adam nodded, “That there is. The only question is when is the beginning?” He looked up at the portal, “And what sacrifice we must make?”

Jonas’s lips trembled as he told the man, “The 20th of June… 2019. The day before it all happened. Before Dad took his own life. Before it all fell apart.”

Adam’s heart raced, “If you can prevent him from taking his own life, then everything that follows will not occur.” He turned and started at the portal once more. He sighed and said, “Mikkel will not travel back. You… I… We won’t be born… But everyone will live.” He paused and leaned forward knowing what he needed to say, “Martha will live.” Adam set up the machine to send him back. Tears fell from his face as he called, “If you succeed, we will reorder the world.”

Jonas looked at the dark orb and let himself be surrounded as Adam watched on.

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bonus: why is their luck in a deeply sad moment? | shawn mendes

some type of au idk man, shawn x goth ex gf

WARNING: there is talk of death and suicide in this chapter. read at your own risk.

AN: i cant squeeze this into the next big fic nor can i fit it into shawn meets bc everyone hated it so its a bonus in the gg story lmao also im starying the Next Big Fic in a few days :)

masterlist | annalise’s playlist

2026.

"Sometimes I think about the what ifs," Ann said, “but I like where I am. I like what I’ve made for myself.”

Shawn had to invite her over to his house a second time, because the first time left him with many questions unanswered. He couldn’t be mad at what she said, though. He was in the same boat; he liked the life he made. You know, without the crushing loss and run in with the supernatural.

“Well, I’m happy for you,” he told her, and he really meant it. “I’m glad we were able to successfully do our own things straight after breaking up.”

“Nothing like filling the void in your heart with work!” Ann replied with a giggle. She moved a strand of hair behind her ear, and that’s when Shawn noticed something.

He took her hand and noticed a tattoo on the side of her middle finger: The Triforce.

“You got inked?” he asked, impressed.

“Oh, that’s nothing,” she replied, grabbing her sleeve to roll it up.

There was a sword on her inner arm. It was varying in shades of blue, and it also had the Triforce on it. Shawn recognized it as the Master Sword from the Legend of Zelda games.

“All this is is proof that I’m a nerd,” Ann said as she rolled her sleeve back down. “I notice you have some more ink also… and that you still wear shirts half buttoned.” She pointed to his chest.

Her finger poked the exposed skin. It shouldn’t have been as tingly as it was. Shawn smiled and placed his hand over his chest.

“More than just that,” he told her. “But I can’t show you all of them.”

Maybe it was a little risky to say that. Shawn would have taken it back if Ann’s cheeks hadn’t gone a shade of pink.

“I could say the same thing…”

Shawn quickly came to learn just how many tattoos Ann had gotten over the years. A snake and tombstones on her other arm. Feather on her collarbone, roses on her shoulder. A quote reading, “...but I’m not anymore” with stars around it on her ribcage. Something on her wrist that Shawn didn’t catch because he was busy pressing his lips to her hips and taking off her pants, where he found another tattoo. “Lucky you.” He certainly felt it.

Everything about their time together was so familiar, so easy and almost home-like. Ann’s skin touching his. Her lips perfectly molding over his. The quiet, needy gasps they both released into the bedroom. It was like going back in time, and they were in Shawn’s Toronto apartment instead of his multimillion dollar condo in LA. It was soft and slow, despite Shawn pinning Ann’s arms above her head. He didn’t outgrow that particular move, and she still seemed to like it.

Shawn had never been happier to have been on a break more than now. Most one night stands in the past began and ended very quickly, because he was on tour or in between interviews or on a break for one day. This was one person that he didn’t want to leave behind. They lied down, sweaty and dazed, facing each other. It was silent, but not awkward. Everything had a nice haze around it.

That was also when Shawn finally made out what the tattoo on Ann’s wrist was. He picked his head up in confusion.

“Is… are those torches?” he asked. “Upside down? Just like mine… and are those my initials?”

It was simple line art, less intricate than his own. Torches in an X, with “SM” right below them. Shawn has been floored many times, and this was no exception.

Ann picked her head up as well. “It’s not what it looks like.”

Shawn looked down at his chest, his torches were exactly the same, sans the initials. He wanted to give Ann the benefit of the doubt, that this wasn’t some creepy fangirl thing. Some of his one night stands ended up like that, and it wasn’t exactly easy to forget.

“It’s for a friend of mine,” Ann explained, sitting up and covering her front with the blanket. She took note of the look on Shawn’s face. “Keeping someone’s light on beyond death, remember? I assume yours is for someone too.”

They were both sitting up now, and Shawn relaxed. However, he only relaxed a little bit because now it was time to get deep.

“Mine’s for Brian. He died last year.”

Ann’s face fell. “No. Brian, your best friend? Brian, the one who constantly took the piss outta me?”

He nodded. “He was… there was an accident. Flight of stairs. Instantly killed.” It was all lies, but no human would understand.

A hand went over his, squeezing. “I’m so sorry. He just, he just fell down some stairs?”

“A lot of stairs. I don’t know I guess he was running or something. There was no way to save him. People in the house heard the crash, but by the time they found him - when I found him - it was too late.” He had told this version many times, enough times to where he could almost believe it himself.

“Fuck, man. That’s… that’s fucking terrible,” Ann said sympathetically. “But I seriously can’t believe you just told me that.”

“Why?”

“Because now I have to tell you that mine is for Stella. Those are her initials.”

Stella Martinez. Now Shawn felt a little stupid… but surprised, and he was met with a sinking feeling in his stomach. He couldn’t believe it for a second, but it fully processed in his head, and his heart began to break.

“Stella from college? Stella, who was your literal opposite and also your best friend?”

Ann solemnly nodded. Then she looked down. “She… she killed herself.”

Shawn was stunned into silence, the tightness in his chest only intensifying. The entire time he knew Stella, she was always so positive and bubbly. She was the opposite of suicidal. That’s why it was such a shock… and so sad. Oh god, who was going to tell Camila?

“When did Brian go to the other side?” Ann asked after a moment.

“A year ago last month,” Shawn replied. “And Stella?”

Ann raised an eyebrow. “Two years ago last month...”

It was a strange coincidence, but still upsetting. Both Shawn and Ann lost their best friends at the same time of the year. The urge to spill everything was thick in the air. Still, neither of them said anything for a while.

Instead, Ann reached down to the floor to pick up her clothes. Shawn’s eyes were stuck on her and that was when he spotted another word on her back. Nightmare. Small font, right shoulder blade, surrounded by a cluster of skulls. Then, he realized what she was doing.

“Are you leaving?”

She looked up, bra in hand. She was quiet as she put it back on.

“No. No, I’m not going anywhere.”

And she crawled back into bed. She made the point to keep a distance from Shawn, who was still naked. He was on his side, looking at the woman before him. Only Ann could have sex with him and bring up the subject of death. That brought a new point to mind.

“How do you enjoy death?” he asked. “I think I’ve asked you this before, but after losing someone and attending their funeral, I’m having a hard time understanding your perspective.”

Ann took a deep breath, looking up at the ceiling. “I don’t enjoy the act of dying. People die every day in horrible ways. People mourn and fall into depression because of death. That’s not something to enjoy.”

“So what’s your deal with it?”

“I’m just embracing the face that it’s inevitable. I do that for myself. I will die eventually, or tomorrow-”

Shawn made a face; he didn’t like that thought.

“It doesn’t make it any easier when someone I know goes,” Ann continued. “You’d think with all the research I’ve done it would be. The ones we love leave this mortal plane, and all they leave is their absence. And that alone is a lot to process.”

“What’s the hardest part?”

“The what if’s.”

Shawn asked because he really wanted to know more about what happened to Stella. He had to know the things that led up to the tragedy, mostly because he knew Camila would ask for details, even if they were hard to hear.

He figured he should spill his side first.

“The last thing I said to Brian was to get the hell out of my room,” he began. “We were fighting, fighting over something so fucking stupid, and I was so pissed at him. That was our last interaction. He fell down the stairs because he was trying to find me in this big huge mansion…”

Ann sat up a little bit, hand over her chest. “Here?”

“Oh no, not here. I was staying at a friend’s house in London for a work thing. Place was huge, easy to get lost in,” Shawn clarified. “Brian, Andrew, all of them were leaving back to Toronto and I didn’t want to go just yet. Part of it was because I was still pissed. Maybe if I had run into him first before he fell… If I hadn’t kicked him out of my room a few nights prior… If I was less of an asshole…”

“Maybe you would have slipped on the stairs,” Ann told him. “Maybe you guys would have had an even bigger argument later that would have ended your friendship. There’s no way to tell, and sometimes that’s what sucks the most.”

Huh. Most people tell him not to dwell on it. No wonder Ann was a shrink now.

“Losing someone is one of the hardest things we, as humans, have to face,” she said. “It’s not easy in the slightest. Besides, the grieving period takes about three to five years, so you - we - are still in the beginning stages of it. Thinking about the what ifs, what you want to change, what you wish you could say to Brian - all of that is normal.”

The two of them let those words settle for a moment. Shawn’s eyes were a little misty, and redirecting the topic was probably not going to help. But he laid his stuff out on the table.

“What about you?” he asked.

“Me?”

“Your what ifs?”

Ann paused, looking around the room. “What if I had put my Master’s to use and noticed the goddamn signs?”

Shawn watched her, hoping she would at least return the eye contact.

“I’m an expert in this shit,” she said. “I have the years of school, the degrees, and the licenses for detecting things like this. I only figured it out the moment her dad called me.”

“How do you detect when someone is suicidal?”

“In her case, she was elated. When someone makes that decision, they reach a state of euphoria because they know their pain is about to end.”

“But Stella was always-”

“Believe me, I know. I hadn’t talked to her since graduating in Toronto, so I thought she hadn’t changed at all. But I would see on her social media, she just moved back to her parents’ house in Florida, and she hinted that she wasn’t happy about it.”

As if Shawn couldn’t take another blow. Come to think of it, he never heard much about Stella’s home life. He didn’t even think that it could be a negative place for her.

“I was in Jacksonville for work,” Ann continued, “so I hit her up, and we met up for lunch. We talked for about an hour, and she said that I was always a good friend and college wife and that she’ll always love me. And my stone hearted ass just said ‘cool, you don’t suck’ and that was that. A month later, she’s as blue as the pills she took.”

“Ooo…” Shawn sighed, cringing at that mental image. Sweet, warm hearted Stella cold and lifeless. Call it morbid, awful thinking, but Shawn wished Brian looked like that in death instead of the bloody mess he turned out to be.

“Yeah. And her parents had her embalmed and put in an airtight casket, but that’s a whole other rant.” Ann waved it off and lied back down.

Shawn didn’t know what else to do except lie down as well. While sharing the stories of how their friends died, he couldn’t help but feel just a little bit closer to Ann. The first time they met, it took fighting tooth and nail to get her to open up. Now, Shawn felt okay silently reached for her hand, and tenderly holding it in his.

Both of them winded up at the same awards show. Both lost their best friends. Both got the same type of tattoo to honor them. Neither of them anticipated meeting again. This couldn’t be a coincidence.

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Ceart-leth

Are you ready for this? It’s a long one…pun totally intended!

What were those warnings again @tuethat? Cause the all apply 🤗😘🤗

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Chapter 22

“Ah, Sassenach.” He sighed, as he flexed his fingers at her hips and let his head fall heavily onto her stomach. His guilt was so apparent, so needless and so heartbreaking that she was suddenly overcome with shame. “What I wouldna give.”

Damn it!

“I know.” She whispered as she wrapped her arms around him and buried her fingers in his hair. She was being a stupid, selfish, childish girl. She knew full well his fear of losing her, of the dangers he felt he was inflicting on her by simply making her his wife. They were what had sent him running in the first place, so how could she expect him to ignore them now?

He’d bared his heart and soul to her. Laid all his fears, all his pain and self-condemnations, out for her to see. So, how could she asked him to make love to her now? When he knew full well that he may have already infected her with the very thing that might have killed Annalise and his children?

She knew she couldn’t get pregnant now. She knew that if she was already infected, further exposure was irrelevant. And she knew that taking the penicillin on Friday would be enough to kill the infection before it took hold.

But he didn’t, and no matter how she attempted to explain it to him, or justify it to herself, it wouldn’t make her request any less cruel or callous. He’d been though enough of that today with his sister, and what he needed now was love and understanding from his wife.

And maybe a bit of innocent fun.

“I want ye so much, mo gradhag.” He groaned quietly, as he raised his head and looked up at her. “So much so that I fear I’ll go mad in the wantin’ of ye.”

“I know, me too. But you were right before. We’ve got the whole of our lives to spend making love. What matters now is simply being here together.” She smiled, as he slid his hands slowly up to her waist. “So we can spend the night talking, or with a game of cards, or maybe you can teach me to play chesssss…” she squealed as he lifted her and twisted their bodies quickly to lie her back on her bed beside him.

“Jamie!” She giggled, as she bounced down onto the soft feather mattress, and reached out for him to join her. He shuffled up the bed and loomed over her, with his weight resting on his elbow, and his finger running softly down her cheek.

“I willna spend our weddin’ night playin’ chess, Sassenach.” He growled moving his finger along her neck and down to the rise of her breast. “I canna risk ye life, more than I already have, but…”

“Jamie stop.” She begged, reaching up to cup his face. “Listen to me. I promised you, on the ridge, that I’d never force or cajole you, and I won’t. I love and respect you too much to ever break that promise. But I care too much about your peace of mind to let you drown yourself with guilt.

“So, you need to understand. Whether we make love tonight or not, if and that’s a massive if, you’re infected, I’ve already been exposed and further exposure won’t make a difference. The penicillin will kill the infection and it will work just as well on Friday as it will today. But most importantly, what happened with the blood oath wasn’t your fault…”

“Aye, it was…”

“No it wasn’t!” She growled. “I’m a doctor Jamie, I could have stopped you, I knew the risks and I chose to ignore them. What I didn’t think of was your reaction to it, and I’m sorry for that. I understand why you’re so worried about it, but I promise you on everything I hold dear, that it is not your fault and I will be completely fine. So, pass me the case.” She ordered lightly, holding out her hand and waiting while he reached for it blindly. “Time for you to get your revenge.”

“What?” He frowned as he watched her pull out a clean syringe and one of the large bottles of penicillin. It was her last clean needle, so she would have to find the time to sterilize them tomorrow. “I’ll no be sticking ye with that.” He gasped, rolling away as she tried to hand him the syringe.

“Aye, ye are.” She laughed, as she itched up the side her skirt and flashed him a small patch of her bottom. “I’m not doing it to myself.”

“Claire.”

“Jamie.”

“I canna.”

“You can.”

“Lord God forgive me.” He moaned, taking the needle from her and climbing to his knees. He hovered it over the place she indicated and looked up at her wide eyed. She wasn’t looking forward to it, but she was finding it near impossible not to laugh at the horrified look on his face. “T’is no funny, lass.”

“Oh I know. But just a few hours ago you were threatening to belt your sister, and yet you won’t even stab me with a tiny needle.”

“T’is different.” He growled, his eyes moving from her arse to her face. “I’m no angry with ye.”

“And if you were? Would you belt me?”

“Aye, if ye deserved it.” He nodded, pursing his lips, “This is no the way I envisioned seeing your arse tonight, Sassenach.”

“You do realise that if you ever try to hit me with a belt, they’ll be hell to pay?” She warned seriously. There was no way on earth she would ever allow him to punish her like that. But his lips twitched, and the wink he shot her had her wondering whether he really understood the implications.

“Oh, I dinna doubt it, lass. I did see what ye did to Randell after all. I’ll just have to find a way to protect my cock afore I take my strap to yer fine, fine arse.” He growled, as he bent down and bit the tender skin of her backside.

“Jamie!” She squeaked pushing his face away and dissolving into fits of laughter. “You can’t bite me!”

“Ye my wife now, lass. Mine to do with as I please.”

“Oh really?”

“Aye.”

“We’ll have to see about that.” She huffed playfully. “But for now, either stab that needle in and push the plunger down, or call the maids to fill the ba-argh-th!”

“What? Ye told me to do it.” He laughed, as he pressed the plunger and pulled the needle out of her arse.

“I know, but I wasn’t ready.” She complained childishly, her heart melting as he lent down and kissed the spot he just stabbed.

“All better?” He whispered, as he dropped the needle back in the case and stretched the length of his body back up beside her.

“Much, thank you.”

“Nay, mo gràdhag. Thank ye.” He murmured, brushing his lips against hers. “I dinna ken what I’v done to deserve ye, but I’ll thank God for the rest of my life.”

“Don’t make me cry.” She half laughed as she swiped a lone tear from her eye. “It’s our wedding night and while we can’t make love, there are plenty of things we can do. So I’m going to freshen up, and you’re going to get comfortable.” She smiled, raising her head to kiss his lips, before she pushed him onto his back and scooted off the bed.

“Yer a bossy wee thing.” He chuckled flashing her a wink, as he reclined on the bed, with his arms crossed beneath his head.

He look so gorgeous that her heart stuttered and skipped a beat, and she was half tempted to fall back down beside him. But there was no way in hell he was getting a look at the eighteenth century Bridget Jones knickers she been forced to wear, and she needed a moment alone to get her head on straight. So she grabbed her bag, blew him a kiss and swished away towards the dressing room.

“Shit.” She breathed, as she slouched against the door and screwed her eyes shut. Her heart was pounding unsteadily in her chest, and she was full of such conflicting emotions that she couldn’t grab hold of one long enough to name it. The day had been a virtual roller coaster of ups and downs, twist and turns, and although she was exhausted, it was far from over yet.

It was her wedding night, and while she couldn’t make love to Jamie like she wanted to, she wouldn’t let it go by uncelebrated, and she doubted that he would either. So, despite her lack of experience, and her deviated hopes, she wanted to give him a wedding night he wouldn’t soon forget.

She was sure his first one had been a complete disaster, and she wouldn’t have them suffering the same fate now.

Attempting to stem the nervous butterflies that fluttered wildly in her stomach, she took a deep, calming breath and looked around the room. The only thing she’d really noticed earlier was the bathtub. But as her eyes moved from place to place, she realised that Maggie must have known what was happening.

The soap, sponges, and perfumes she’d used before were all there, lined up neatly on the dresser. And there was a basket beside it containing a clean pile of rags, and a bucket of water for the old.

A commode sat in the corner, and there was a fire burning bright in the hearth, with a small caldron of water simmering above it. There was also two other doors leading from the room. The first, she discovered, as she walked across the room and opened it, lead to the servant corridor, and the second was to a closet.

Save for a few clean shifts, stays, stockings, and her dressing gown, it was empty. But she’d found what she was looking for and, taking another deep breath, she reached in and quickly grabbed the robe.

It was a beautiful soft cream linen, that buttoned to the waist and fell away in flowing folds to the floor. The hemline, and the billowing cuffs, were embroidered with pale green vines, and soft pink roses, that danced up along the skirts and sleeves.

It was perfect for what she had in mind.

Setting it aside gently, she crouched to rummage though her bag for the ivory underwear she had buried in there somewhere. After his reaction at the stream, she knew Jamie would love them, and they would go perfectly with the robe.

No, they couldn’t make love, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t have some fun, and she wanted to look and feel sexy for her husband. It was only the first day of her cycle. So, while her stomach still cramped, she really wasn’t bleeding that much, and they’d be fine to play around a bit. He wasn’t squeamish after all, and it was tomorrow, and the next day, that she’d really suffer.

The underwear was right at the bottom of her bag, and after pulling it out carefully, she laid it with the dressing gown and set about getting herself ready.

Thankfully, she’d already bathed twice that day, so it didn’t take her long to freshen up and slip into the lingerie. Clean, dressed, and with a fresh rag folded neatly in her knickers, she unpinned her hair, fluffed out her curls, and took one final, deep, cleansing breath before pulling open the door.

Jamie was kneeling by the fire, his own hair free of it braid, and dressed in nothing but his shirt and kilt. He didn’t look up from his task, so she quickly placed a wet wash rag and towel on the bed side table, and slowly crept across the room towards him.

“Are ye hungry?” He asked, making her jump. She hadn’t thought he’d noticed her and she’d planned to sneak up on him.

“Not for food.” She purred as she quickly sat on the bed and lent back on her elbows, ignoring her pounding heart. She hadn’t bothered to button up the robe, and it parted down the middle revealing her lingerie clad body, and her heaving chest.

“Is that so?” He laughed, pushing to his feet and turning to face her. He froze, completely, and his eyes widened so comically that she had to bite her lip to keep herself from laughing. It was the response that she’d hoped for, that every girl dreams of getting from her man, and she silently high fived herself.

“Everything okay?” She whispered, as she rose and smoothly crossed the room towards her mute warrior. “You look a little tongue tied.”

“I’v no blood left in my head, lass. I canna think enough to speak.” He choked out, making her laugh as she ran her fingers lightly down his chest.

“Is that so?”

“Aye.”

“Then I’d say it’s a good job you’re married to a doctor.” She breathed, trailing her hand lower to the waist of his kilt and tugging his shirt free. “I’m sure if you let me…examine the problem, I can find a cure.”

“I think that’s only right, seen as ye caused the problem to bein’ with.” He murmured, as he slid his large, warm hands between the folds of her gown, and gripped her hips. “Ah, Christ, Claire…yer a vision.”

“As are you.” She murmured back, as he flexed his muscles and lifted her easily into his arms. Her legs went instantly around his waist, and they both moaned softly as she brushed against the hard shaft of his cock.

“Lord God help me.” He begged as he grabbed her arse and captured her lips with his.

The kiss was as deep and needy as every one that had come before it. All their pent up longing and frustration pouring out of them, as their tongues met and fought for dominance. In his mouth and hers, back and forward, twisting and dancing until he growled low in his throat, and squeezed her arse roughly.

She surrendered willingly, drunk on the taste of the warm, smooth whiskey and rich, sweet passion infused on his breath. She melted against him, letting him hold her weight, and take control.

“God, Claire. Let me look at ye.” He panted as he broke the kiss and slid her lazily down his body. She was dazed, completely lost in a fog of lust and need, but she complied, stepping back out of his arms and shrugging out of her robe.

It fluttered to the floor, and she took a deep breath as she looked up at him, trying to swallow her nerves. He’d seen her like this before, but this felt different some how, she felt more exposed without their teasing banter.

“All of it, lass.” He ordered gently, as he snapped the cuffs on his shirt, and pulled it swiftly over his head. Leaving his glorious bronzed chest bare. “I want to see what’s mine.”

Jesus Christ.

She almost combusted.

The simple possession in his voice, his assumed right that she belonged to him, that she was his to do with as he pleased, was enough to make her weak at the knees. It was so bloody sexy, that she complied without thought or embarrassement.

Watching him closely, she twisted her arms behind her back, unfastened her bra, and smoothly dropped the lace to the floor. He swallowed audibly, and his tongue peaked out to wet his lips, as he raked his eyes slowly along the curves of her body. His hungry look, and the reverent way his calloused hand reached out and gently caressed breast, made her feel like Aphrodite in the flesh.

“So soft.” He marveled as he traced a weaving pattern around her breast, creating goosebumps in its wake.

A smile touched the corner of his lips. He knew full well what he was doing to her, and she almost convulsed as he dragged his nail across her nipple, and down the seam of her stomach.

“Jamie.” She shivered, as all the muscles below her waist clenched at his touch. God help her, they’d only just begun and he was already driving her crazy.

“These too.”

She blinked up at him, holding his warm blue eyes with hers and nodded slightly. She hadn’t expected this, and it was risky, but she wouldn’t stop him. She was his wife, and if he wanted to look at her, she had no objection.

He hooked his thumbs into the lace at her hips, and she held her breath as he crouched, and eased her knickers over her arse, and down her legs. He was right there and she was completely exposed, but she just didn’t care.

She was so turned on by his show of possession, that he could have done just about anything, and she’d have agreed.

Gripping his shoulders for balance, she lifted one foot and then the other, and slowly stepped out of her underwear. He looked up at her, his dark, hooded eyes making her tremble, before he placed the lace carefully to one side, grabbed the rag, and tossed it into the fire.

Not bothered by it in the slightest.

“Ah, God Claire.” He moaned, as he gripped her ankles and ran his hands slowly up the back of her legs.

She could almost feel his blazing eyes scorching her skin, as they followed the path of his hands, until he reached her arse and squeezed it roughly in his grasp. She squealed in suprised and almost stumbled against him, as he pulled her closer and pressed his lips just above the line of her sparse pubic hair.

“Ye divine, mo ciad-bhean.” He whispered against her skin making her heart jump and her breath stuttered in her chest. She had to tightened her hold on him to keep herself from falling, when he moved lower and gently kissed her clitoris.

“Jamie.”

“Ssh.” He hushed her as he stood, scooped her up into his arms, and made his way over to the bed. “I canna love ye like I want to, lass, but what we can do, I plan to make the most of. An’ I think yer of the same mind.” He breathed as he grabbed the towel she’d brought and threw it onto the bed.

She flushed, embarrassed that he’d seen it, but held his eyes and nodded as he lay her carefully in the centre of the bead. With her head resting on the pillows, and her body displayed before him, he learnt over and pressed his lips lightly to hers.

“I want to feel every inch of ye skin next to mine.” He whispered as he ran a fingers gently down the length of her thigh. “I want to watch it flush as ye find ye pleasure. To have ye muscles clench around my fingers, and feel ye wee hand wrapped tight around my cock.”

“Shit.” She breathed, shivering as her whole body erupted in goosebumps. The room was warm, but she trembled uncontrollably, and she was desperate to feel his arms around her. To anchor her to this time and place before she lost herself completely.

But he moved away, stood at the side of the bed, and slowly reached for the buckle of his belt. She’d seen him naked before, but it was a fleeting glance, and as he dropped his kilt to the floor, she got her first good look at him in all his glory.

There were just no words for how magnificent he really was. He was tall and broad, with golden sun kissed skin, and muscles covering every inch of his body. His stomach was toned and flat, his thighs, like his arms, were powerful and strong, and his cock…God help her…his cock was long, thick and terrifying. As he turned to grab something off the table, she shakily raised her hips and arranged the towel beneath her. She hadn’t planned on being completely naked, she thought she’d keep her knickers on to help them resist temptation. But now she was, she was grateful that she’d thought to bring it, beacuse from the sounds of things, they’d need it.

She shivered again, and reached for him as he climbed onto the bed and stretched himself out beside her. He was so beautiful, so perfect, that she could hardly believe he was hers. Her husband, her lover, her soulmate. But he was, and as he rolled her onto her side to face him, she had to fight to hold back her tears.

“Yer tremblin’, lass.” He crooned, as he pulled her against him, and wrapped her tightly in his embrace.

“I can’t help it.”

“Ye ken, i’v realises somethin’s missing.” He whispered, taking her hand and kissing it, before laying it gently over his heart.

“What?”

“This.” He murmured unfolding his hand and producing a beautiful sliver ring. The thought of a ring had never entered her mind, and she gasped in suprise, and pulled back so she could see it properly.

The sides were cut away, creating the delicate outline of soft Scottish thistles, and the patten rose along the setting to a perfect round amethyst at the centre. It was so gorgeous, so unique, that she’d never seen anything like it.

“Yer my wife, yer should be wearin’ my ring.”

“Jamie, it’s so beautiful.” She whispered, as he took her left hand in his and slid it carefully onto her ring finger. It fit perfectly and the stone glistened in the soft candle light as she reached over and touched his face. “Thank you.”

“Yer welcome.” He smiled softly as he ran his hand gently up her arm, around her shoulder, and down her back, where it found its favourite place on her arse. “Do ye ken how much I love ye?” He whispered as he pulled her closer.

“As much as I love you.”

“Ah, Claire.” He groaned quietly as he tilted her head and captured her lips in a soft gentle kiss. It was so slow, so sweet, and all consuming, that she could feel it’s warmth spread right through her body, to the very centre of her soul.

Her fingers found their way up into his hair and she dissolved completely in his arms, as he wrapped them tightly around her, and pulled her trembling body flush against him. Tiny sparks of electricity shot across her skin as it made contact with his, and she came alive with a quiet hum of desire.

Their kiss deepened, turning hungry and desperate as his hands roamed across her body, lighting her up from the inside, and making her mewl and writh with unrestrained pleasure. Slowly, gently he moved them around her arse, along her waist, and over her ribs, until she arched against him, encouraging him on to her breast.

Her hands tightened in his hair, and as his tongue twisted and danced passionately with hers, his fingers rolled and pinched her nipple. Teasing. Pulling. Stoking. Over and over. Driving her to the brink of madness, before he cupped her breast and massaged it firmly in his rough, strong hands.

“Jamie.” She panted, throwing her head back as his lips moved from hers, across her cheek, to her neck and around to her ear. He bit down on it lightly, and tugged sharply on her nipple, making her convulse in his arms and thrust her hips against his, searching for friction.

They were tempting fate enough being naked together, so as much as she wanted to throw her leg over his and grind herself against his cock, she couldn’t. She was so aroused that she’d sure he’d slip right in.

“Please.” She begged helplessly, as he moved lower, and his mouth and teeth found the nipple that his fingers weren’t torturing. “Shit.”

“Ah, Christ.” He groaned against her skin, as he pushed his weeping cock against her stomach, flexing and rolling his hips, as his fingers traced lower and came to rest against her sex. “I want ye.”

Jesus fucking Christ.

She wanted him too.

More than she’d ever wanted anything in her life. More then air or water or chocolate.

She mewled quietly and parted her legs, making room for his hand, as he slipped a finger down to her opening and gently eased it inside. Her own hands weren’t still, they roamed along his back, around his firm arse and back up, again and again. But as she ground down against his hand, whimpering in pleasure, she moved it lower and wrapped her fingers around his cock.

His breath stuttered in his throat, and he bit down hard against her nipple, making her cry out, as she pumped him firmly. His movements encouraged hers as he thrust his finger in time with his hips, and she moved along the length of him. Twisting her hand at the head, and spreading his pre-come down along his shaft.

The heel of his hand was grinding against her clitoris, driving her closer and closer to the edge as his finger brushed against her g-spot. He didn’t even know it even existed, but Jesus Christ he’d found it, and as he massaged it firmly she could see black spots and stars behind her eyelids.

“I’m gonna come.” She whimpered as her toes curled and she arched towards him, thrusting her breast further into his mouth. Her hand moved faster, pumped him harder, and his deep low groan spread lightening through her core and she exploded into a million pieces in his capable hands.

“Oh, fuck…Jamie.” She cried out, as a tidal wave of pleasure rushed through her body, going on and on and on as she pulsed around his finger.

“Sweet, Jesus!” He hissed, removing his hand, and rolling her quickly onto her back. “God forgive me…I canna…” He begged helplessly as he parted her legs and slid his long, hot body between them. “I need to feel ye.”

His cock was right there, gliding smoothly against her sex as he rolled his hips and surrounded her with the weight of his body. One arm hooked under her shoulder, and the other slipped between them, to wrap around his cock and position it at her entrance.

“Jamie wait…please…please wait.” She begged, stilling his hand and freezing him in place. Her heart was going a mile a minute, and she was still lost in the fog of her own orgasm, but she couldn’t let him do something he might regret.

“Have I hurt ye?” He gasped breathlessly, his beautiful blue eyes swirling with worry and lust as they locked on hers.

“No, no.” She whispered, shaking her head as her hands came up to cup his handsome face. “I want you, so much, but you have to be sure this is what you want. It will break my heart if your regret it.”

His eyes softened and as his hand moved to her arse, he lent down and pressed his lips softly to hers.

“I could never regret lovin’ ye, mo gràdhag.” He whispered as he slowly rolled his hips and eased the tip inside. She tensed at the intrusion, and saw her own pain reflected in his eyes, as he pulled back, and pushed further inside her.

He thrust again and again, going deeper and deeper with each gentle movement, never once breaking eye contact as she surrendered her body to his. As much as she tried to, she couldn’t hide her wince as her hymen tore and her muscles stretched to accommodate him.

“I’m sorry.” He breathed as he pulled her closer, held her tighter. “Just keep still, I promise it’ll be over soon, mo gràdhag.”

Her heart shattered for him and she almost burst into tears. He had such a gentle soul, and she could see in his eyes how much he wanted this, needed it, and hated it just the same. What had he suffered that made him dread a moment that should be filled with nothing but love and pleasure?

Tenderly, she wrapped her arms under his, and gripped on to his shoulders, holding him as tightly as he was her. Yes, he was big, and it hurt, but it wouldn’t last, and there was no way she was letting him think she didn’t want this as much as he did.

Or that she was suddenly scared of him and hated his possession of her body.

“It better not be.” She whispered as she wrapped her legs around his waist, and rolled her hips up against him.

His eyes widened, and his breath caught in his throat, as he gazed down at her in astonishment. She smiled up at him and threaded her fingers in his hair to pull him down for a deep, intoxicating kiss. “Now, make love to me, husband.” She panted as she pulled back and scraped her nails along his scalp.

“Ah, Claire.” He nearly wept as he shifted his weight and thrust in firmly, all the way to the hilt.

Jesus Christ that fucking hurt!

He was so big that pain lanced through her core, and she almost bit though her lip to hold in a cry, as she arched up against him. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. I’m okay.” She promised quietly, as she moved against him and lowered her hands to his arse, encouraging him to move. “Don’t stop.”

She needed him as desperately as he needed her, and despite the pain, she rose up to meet him again and again and again. It was both heaven and hell, as he thrust into her, rolling his hips and losing himself within her.

They never looked away, never closed their eyes. They were simply lost in the moment together, whispering soft words of love, as they shared their bodies and exchanged their souls.

They let the passion take them over. To guide their bodies as their lips met and he moved within her, wrapped in her embrace. He was so big, she could feeling him pushing up against her cervix with every advance, and each time he did, lightening shot through her core, sending her lightheaded and dizzy with bliss.

It hurt, God did it hurt, but she didn’t care. She was right there with him. Raising and falling with his body, touching him, kissing him, losing herself completely as he gripped her arse tightly, and groaned with each careful thrust.

“More, please, Jamie, God please more.” She begged as her nails dug into his flesh and she arched up against him. Through the pain she could feel the tell tale signs of a deep burning pleasure, that promised to send her flying into space, and she chased it, gripping onto it as tight as she did him.

“God, Claire, ye slay me.” He moaned as his thrusts became harder and faster, until his hips were slamming against hers, and he was forcing her small body down into the bed. She cried out with each powerful movement and clung to him, holding his arms, and his eyes as he ploughed into her, fucking her into oblivion.

“Yes…yes! Oh shit, don’t stop…please...I’m gonna...”

“Jesus Lord, I canna…Christ, Claire…I need to…” He groaned as he push up into her, grinding against her clitoris, thrusting against her g-spot, and sending her hurtling over the edge. His body jerked above her, and as her muscles clenched and spasmed around him, he shuddered and came deep inside her with a harsh cry of rough, carnal pleasure.

Chapter 23

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A New Virus Chapter 20

Too Much

Annalise was sprinting on the treadmill in her home’s gym, music blasting into her ears through her headphones and heart beating faster than it should be able to. She has to get this energy out. She has to get rid of it before her fathers noticed. Annalise panted as she kept running, her body still buzzing, buzzing to the point of glitching slightly. The memory of the two kills running over and over in her mind. She got to have fun with those. She had to make it slow and painful and record it. Annalise had enjoyed every single second of it and she wanted more now. She saw something out of the corner of her eye and she stopped the treadmill, removing the headphones as well.

“Anna-bell, are you okay?” Bing asked.

“Hey, Bing!” Annalise said happily, hugging the search engine. “Bing?” She lowered her arms when Bing didn’t hug her back.

“Where have you been these past two weeks?” Bing watched Annalise walk off of the treadmill, going over to a small bench that had a towel and bottle of water resting on it.

“Nowhere.” Annalise answered, taking the towel and wiping the sweat off of her face and neck.

“You’ve been avoiding everyone, you’ve been avoiding me.” Bing stayed where he was and rubbed his arm. “Did I mess up? Did I do something wrong? I’m sorry if-”

“No, no, Bing. It’s not you, I swear.” Annalise dropped her towel and picked up the water bottle, going back over to Bing.

“Then what is it? One moment you’re all for me, wanting to hang out with me and be with me and the next you don’t even look at me.” Annalise found herself stuck. She hadn’t called or even texted Bing in the past two weeks. They went on a date and she hasn’t thought about it or anything related to that at all. She forgot about him. How could she have forgotten about him? She’s had a crush on him for six years. Annalise dropped her bottle and grabbed the front of Bing’s shirt, pulling him in for a kiss. She wasn’t expecting Bing to put his hands on her shoulders and pull her away almost immediately.

“Kissing me doesn’t explain anything.” Bing said.

“It’s complicated, okay? I can’t explain it because it won’t make any sense to you.” Annalise dropped her head, putting it on Bing’s chest.

She’s a monster.

She’s a freak.

She doesn’t deserve to have anyone in her life.

They all run.

They all leave.

They do not love her.

“You’re vibrating.” Bing commented. “Why are you vibrating?”

“It’s nothing. Everything’s fine. Everything's fine. Everything’s fine.” Annalise twitched as she repeated the same two words over and over and over again.

“Anna-bell. Anna-bell! Annalise!” Bing shook Annalise a little, eyes widening when she raised her head, eyes a bright orange and tears flowing from them.

“I can’t. I can’t. I can’t.” Annalise gasped.

“I’m getting your dads.” Bing went to take off but Annalise grabbed his arm.

“No! Don’t! Don’t! Don’t!” Annalise begged.

“You need help!” Bing yanked his arm away.

“No!” Annalise screamed, a surge of energy blasting from her body and sending Bing flying into the wall. “Bing? Bing? Bing?” Bing didn’t respond, he had been knocked out. “No! No! No!” Annalise’s wings popped out of her back and she cried out.

“Annalise!” Dark and Anti both barged into the room.

“It hurts! It hurts! It hurts!” Annalise started to claw at her face and neck. “Make it stop! Make it stop! Make it stop!” Her body began glitching erratically and she curled up, pixels shedding from her and falling to the ground.

“Shit!” Anti ran over to Annalise and wrapped his arms around her.

“What’s happening!?” Dark asked, a loud static filling the air. Anti wasn’t able to answer and he hugged Annalise tighter. Anti let out a scream before fumbling back, Annalise collapsed to the ground, wings shattering and the pixels gone. Dark went over to Annalise and watched as Anti absorbed the orange pixels, eyes glowing brightly and a strong green hue surrounded his body. Anti yelled again before throwing an arm out, a cloud of green and orange pixels went into one of the elliptical and there was a loud crack before the machine combusted.

“Fuck.” Anti groaned before falling to his knees. “That was a lot.”

“Anti? Are you okay?”

“Yeah...just really fucking tired.” Anti shook his head and sniffed. “Annalise is gonna be out for a bit too. You should call Google and have him check on Bing. I’m gonna pass-” Anti didn’t get to finish before falling over and losing consciousness as well.

Dark sat there for a second. His husband, his daughter and a search engine were all passed out in his home gym and his elliptical was one fire. Weren’t Saturdays supposed to be relaxing?

x~x~x

“She fucked with my phone.” Anti said from the bed, awake, but body not fully working yet. “She hacked it so she’d be getting most of the Glitchers calls. That’s why work has been sparse lately.” Anti threw his and Annalise’s phone to the other end of the bed.

“Are you two going to be okay?” Dark asked while massaging Anti’s legs, trying to help get them going again.

“She was too energized, she had too much in her without finding a way to properly release all of the extra energy between jobs.” Anti stated.

“How do you-”

“Your dick.” Anti chuckled at Dark’s face. “I also do some running and releasing pixels takes care of most of it, but you fucking me senseless does a lot to help as well.”

“Explains why you’re always worked up after a job.” Dark said, continuing his rubbing.

“I feel kinda bad for Bing.” Anti said, rolling his eyes a little at Dark’s huff. “He didn’t ask for Annalise to like him nor did he ask to like her.” Dark’s grip tightened a little. “Don’t act so naive, Darky, you know it’s true. He usually acts like an idiot around everyone but with her, he’s more serious. He’s better with her and I think she’d be better with him.”

“She doesn’t need anyone.” Dark muttered.

“I used to believe that I didn’t need anyone.” Anti leaned forward and placed his hand on Dark’s, making him stop. “You used to believe that you didn’t need anyone.” Dark didn’t speak. “Love happens, dear. Love will always happen and we have no control over who falls for it or who we fall for. If someone would have told me twenty years ago that I would be married to you and have a teenage daughter that we raised, I would have slit their throat and yet, here we are.”

“I hate it when you’re the voice of reason.” Dark sighed.

“When Ann gets up, we need to get some food in her and then talk about what we’re going to do next.” Anti said.

“She’s grounded.”

“Oh, absolutely.”

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#danti #raising annalise

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convenientalias · 5 years

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A Summary of My Fics in 2018

I found this post lying around and apparently I forgot to post it two weeks ago at the New Year’s when I first made it, so. Here’s a list of the fics I wrote in 2018, with some musings etc.

** = Personal favorite.

# = I wish it had more comments.

Animorphs

on a night like this one (1952 words)--A Cassie/Rachel fic written for the Smut Exchange in April, so not a whole lot of plot! I was inspired by a prompt asking for Cassie as the gentle dom, which seemed like such an interesting concept.

falcon falcon, burning bright (2264 words)--Written for Bad Things Happen Bingo in June, a fic about Visser Three capturing Jake. The square I wrote it for was “The Collector”.

Whales and Dolphins and Humans and Yeerks (1416 words)--A Cassie/Aftran fic. Written on one of those probably-too-frequent occasions I opened for femslash prompts. I’d kind of always wanted to write some Caftran? But never got around to it bc I have too many damn fandoms. (...fandamns.)

Avatar: The Last Airbender

...wow, I wrote six fics for this fandom this year. Guess it was more of an ATLA year than I thought.

Largely bc of keircatenation, btw, who sent me a couple very nice prompts.

Kyoshi Wood (This Bird Has Flown) (1726 words)--Dysfunctional Tyzula fic, the first ATLA fic I have ever posted on AO3 (...though I have in the past posted a number on ff.net). Written because I listened to the song “Norwegian Wood” and instantly thought, “Welp, that’s a Tyzula vibe.” The first ATLA fic I wrote this year and it was already July...guess my ATLA content has been all in the past five months.

** every feudal lord needs a loyal handmaiden (13883 words)--Moooore Tyzula! This fic was for the Femslash After Dark Exchange in July which should make it more smutty than it is! But I figure the mature rating is justified by the various dark goings-on. Anyways, this is basically me writing the political intrigue Tyzula fic of my dreams, which is how it got so damn long. I’m quite happy with it.

a snow fight (1660 words)--...and I’m not happy with this one! I was prompted “No holds barred beatdown” for Zuko in Bad Things Happen Bingo and I tried my best but I think I just wasn’t in the right headspace. Came out kind of eh.

changing, losing, staying (3906 words)--Written when I opened for femslash prompts and received the prompt "'I can't afford to lose you too' + Suki/Ty Lee". Postcanon, pretty chill, longer than I expected it to be by the time I was done.

** because it would be a waste (1891 words)--Brief Azutara fic for the prompt of "Azula/Katara, set in a Bad Future AU where Azula is Fire Lord and Katara is her Favorite Prisoner." Written in November.

A Diplomatic Mission and Its Results (2483 words)--I was prompted diplomacy and Suki/Sokka/Toph for some poly event and I did my best! Never really thought about this ship before.

Brooklyn Nine-Nine (TV)

** Mhaacta Made Them Do It (3631 words)--Amy/Rosa treat for the Femslash After Dark Exchange, featuring ritual sex and an ELDRITCH ABOMINATION. ...technically a case fic.

Caper Court - Caro Fraser

the pupil of dover court (1543 words)-- I found this book series thru the Yuletide Exchange but only had time (...well, access, really) to read the first book. But I quite liked it and wrote a treat for the person requesting it for the exchange.

Catherine (Web Series)

there's something about catherine (1299 words)-- Another fandom I found through the Yuletide Exchange! This requester wanted some Lynchian Normcore femslash so I did my best to provide. Very easy fandom to get into, btw, webseries is less than an hour long.

Disney

** Amor Vincit Omnia (3231 words)--Maleficent/Philip Stockholm Syndrome fic, written as a treat for the Chocolate Box Exchange.

No one will hurt you (1166 words)--Inspired by a short comic by @disneyfemslashcomics, a Mulan/Jasmine fic featuring hurt/comfort and a nonbinary Mulan.

** # Old and stolen texts (2635 words)--A Belleficent fic I wrote bc idk I like Maleficent and I like Belle and the two seemed like a good ship for Stockholm Syndrome and, obviously, beauty and the beast scenarios. Quite proud of this one :)

Dollhouse

I wrote five fics for this fandom this year but I still think I kind of cooled on it. For one thing, two of those fics were assigned for exchanges--for another, last year, with little to no incentive of that kind, I wrote seven. Still had a good time this year tho.

Also, all of them were pretty dark! We’re not surprised.

** i'll take your mind (to kick around as a toy) (3095 words)--Adelle/Echo fic written for the Trope Bingo Challenge, for a square of “in another man’s shoes”. Longer than I had remembered!

Orientation (3881 words)--Possibly my darkest fic of the year, but I’m sure it’s debatable. Blatant rape/non-con between Bennett Halverson and Caroline Farrell, written for the Nonconathon Exchange.

taking turns (2008 words)--Lighter in the sense that it’s melancholy rather than dark as hell. A Claire and Topher fic written for the Remix Revival event, remixing a fic I greatly enjoyed.

# january to december, do you want to be a member? (1338 words)--Adelle/Echo fic where Adelle uses Echo as a doll. Kind of a filler fic, I’d always wanted to play with the idea but couldn’t get super into it. Ehh.

# someone to watch over me (1217 words)--Claire-centered fic with not a whole ton of plot. Again, kind of a filler fic. This is one reason I have to say I was not so into this fandom this year--2/5 fics being filler isn’t a great ratio.

Egil Saga - Faun (Music Video)

No man shall scratch runes. (1273 words)--Written as a treat for the Yuletide Exchange. H/C and some very basic worldbuilding for a weird, surreal music video. Not much else to say. Debatably femslash.

Flesh and Bone (TV)

Danseuse and Partner (1172 words)-- I got paired with someone for the Chocolate Box Exchange who requested soft and fluffy fic for Cassie/Jake, but at that time I had no fluffy Animorph feelings so I binge-watched this miniseries so I could fill their other request, which was domestic, relatively functional incest fic. Idk if I succeeded, it was an interesting prompt but I didn’t ship it. I was more vibing with the series’ femslash potential. But I never got around to writing for that.

Gattaca (1997)

Gattaca fandom, I swear I still love you! I’m just less depressed this year! Which, to be honest, IS A GOOD THING! but not very conducive to the kind of Gattaca fic I used to write lols.

** Peppermint and Vanilla (1492 words)--H/C Eugne & Vincent fic written when @trifoyle prompted me the title. I’m quite happy with it.

Of Physicists and Janitors (35780 words)-- I only wrote like a chapter of this in 2018. God. I really need to finish this. Also AO3 thinks I wrote the whole thing this year which just is not true.

Allergies (2374 words)-- Fic I started like two years ago and only finished now. Mostly Vincent-centric. Again, inspired by conversation with @trifoyle

Gravity Falls

The Pink Streak (1644 words)-- Wendy/Pacifica fic written as a treat for the Chocolate Box Exchange.

Grease (1978)

beauty queen, my best girl (1018 words)-- Frenchy/Sandy fic, written as a treat for the Chocolate Box Exchange.

Great Gatsby - F. Scott Fitzgerald

** A Mistress's Mistress (2178 words)-- Jordan/Myrtle fic written as a treat for the Chocolate Box Exchange. Because Myrtle deserves better, okay?

** Santa Barbara (2691 words)-- Pre-canon Jordan/Daisy fic written for a prompt of "Jordan manipulating Daisy (and Daisy kind of going along with it)." Probably my favorite Jordaisy fic I’ve written to date.

Careless Wanderers (2380 words)-- Post-canon Jordan/Daisy fic written for Trope Bingo for the “Road Trip” square.

White Lies of a Colored Past (1820 words)-- About two years ago I wrote down the idea of Gatsby incorporating Nick into his shady, multiple-choice backstory. And then this year I finally wrote it. ...probably would have been better two years ago but I don’t not like it.

** for children's consumption (3143 words)-- Someone prompted me Nick Carraway and abuse/neglect for Bad Things Happen Bingo, and I wrote this odd little gen fic drawing parallels between his past and Pammy’s present. I’m quite pleased with it.

the dawn of another summer (443 words)-- Fic found in a deleted text file. Jordaisy.

the kind of choices you make at midnight (436 words)-- Fic found in a deleted text file. Jordaisy.

Greek and Roman Mythology

Messenger of the Atreides (2035 words)-- I wrote this as a pinch hit for the Chocolate Box Exchange. Shipping Odysseus/Achilles from the Iliad. The vaguest smut I ever did write.

Hannibal (TV)

** # A similar confusion (4036 words)--Weird Gideon & Will fic bc having watched Hannibal, I really just wanted someone to be nice to Will who wasn’t Hannibal bc oh geez.

Harlots (TV)

girl in black and white (451 words)-- Short little ficlet I wrote for fuckthegods for the TV Exchange. Fuckthegods left tumblr... I’m really sad.

There is no one higher (2300 words)-- Caroline/Charlotte fic, would be PWP if I went harder on the actual smut.

Heathers

Right Answers (1667 words)-- Chansaw fic for the Femslash Exchange. Probably should have been longer but I overbooked myself this season and for once didn’t have the time.

doing an old friend a favor (2080 words)-- Someone requested Veronica/McNamara with a JESSICA JONES NOIR AU for Yuletide so of course I had to treat that shit.

How to Get Away with Murder

I wrote six whole fics for this fandom and still never wrote shippy stuff for my OTP. I NEED TO GET AROUND TO THAT. Also all my fics were relatively short and I should get on that. But this fandom doesn’t comment a whole lot and none of my friends are in it so it’s hard to motivate...

** your sweetheart psychopathic crush (2148 words)-- My first fic in this fandom, darkish Lilabecca bc of course I had to start with dark femslash.

five ways of looking at a homicide (1950 words)-- Asher POV finding out about all the shit that went down with the original Keating murder.

exam grade (1174 words)-- Annalise being concerned about Wes.

stuck in the corner (1089 words)-- Annalise/Michaela and Annalise/Bonnie in one brief smutty moment. Written for the Annual Femslash Kinkmeme.

# warm water (1353 words)-- Angsty Bonnalise bath sex. Written for the Annual Femslash Kinkmeme.

this is nice but also that is a murder bed (1062 words)-- And a random Connor/Wes fic appears.

Hungry Daughters of Starving Mothers - Alyssa Wong

# the street's a liar (2411 words)--Honestly this fic (written for Dark Femslash Week) is pretty good and I would write more fic for this fandom if it wasn’t two ppl and a shoelace.

I reincarnated into an otome game as a villainess with only destruction flags

Villainesses Must Stick Together (2950 words)-- Written as a treat for the Yuletide Exchange. The rare diary format fic! Multiple realities interacting and some very mild selfcest!

Inception (2010)

** Fortifier (3512 words)-- Saito/Cobb fic written as a treat for the Chocolate Box exchange, with Saito as Cobb’s employer but also veering close to sugar daddy. I’m actually pretty happy with this.

Jessica Jones (TV)

Nothing Neat or Nice (2484 words)-- Hogarth/Jessica, plotless infidelity.

Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell (TV)

gentleman's homecoming (1543 words)-- Lazy Grant/Jonathan fic mostly written to get my feet wet in the fandom.

** the husband in the tower (3787 words)--Arabella rescues Jonathan! Basically the fic I wanted to be the canon ending! But also written for my assignment for Yuletide! So we know other ppl wanted it too.

** Empty Houses Need to Be Filled (3804 words)-- Written as a Yuletide treat, an Emma/Arabella post-canon recovery fic.

A Strange Pact (1374 words)-- Going to be multichapter AU gen fic about Jonathan and the Gentleman. I’m working on it!

Lady of the Shard (Webcomic)

nix the new age morality (1537 words)--Noncon of the “Old God made them do it with mind control” sort, treat for the Nonconathon Exchange.

Les Misérables

you should probably arrest me (751 words)-- Enjolras/Javert ficlet, prompted.

shivering under the stars (2277 words)-- Enjolras/Javert, prompted for the “shaking and shivering” square for Bad Things Happen Bingo.

Marco Polo (TV)

Eleven fics for this fandom this year! Why, that’s quite a few! This is entirely bc of fuckthegods who a) sent me a lot of prompts for femslash and one for gen and b) just in general is my Marco Polo muse, inspires me to write fics I wouldn’t otherwise write. And now she’s gone off to Dreamwidth and I am honestly so sad but anyways.

Also, I’m not gonna tag any of these as “could use more comments” bc Marco Polo is such a damn small fandom but. That is true for basically all of these.

And I would walk five hundred miles (2514 words)-- Jing Fei/Mei Lin fic where Jing Fei survives and the two are reunited.

** Make me feel missed (2157 words)--Sequel to above, this time THERE’S SMUT.

truth in the cups (489 words)-- Written for fuckthegods in an exchange, Chabit/Mei Lin fic.

i will wait for you (1060 words)-- Jing Fei/Mei Lin episode related.

** do princes bleed blue (1643 words)-- Jingim whump for Bad Things Happen Bingo, “bleeding through bandages”.

stages of reflection (2229 words)-- Mei Lin + mirrors. For Bad Things Happen Bingo “rage against the reflection”.

an empress' softness (1558 words)-- Mei Lin/Chabi, smutty and angsty episode tag to “Measure Against the Linchpin.”

running from a savior (1459 words)-- Mei Lin & Marco, related to “Hug.”

Harmless (1158 words)-- Mei Lin/Chabi smut set in Season One, playing with power dynamics.

dance of mourning (695 words)-- Mei Lin mourning Jing Fei.

a whore's return to cambulac (2075 words)-- My last gift to fuckthegods before she left tumblr, a Mei Lin/Chabi reunion fic postcanon.

Miraculous Ladybug

Bound to Be There For You (2908 words)-- Chlonette fic written for the “tied together” square of Trope Bingo.

Original Work

** In the Private Seating (3384 words)-- Theatre smut. Femslash. Written as a treat for the Smut Exchange.

Perilous Gard - Elizabeth Marie Pope

** # The Training of a Human (5019 words)-- Dark Lady/Kate fic for Yuletide treat.

** Bangles (2485 words)-- Aaaand another dark Lady/Kate fic for Yuletide treat.

Phantom of the Opera

Me: I feel like I’ve been less active in the POTO fandom this year.

Also me: Wrote 28 POTO fics this year.

Got a lot of prompts, especially from generalsleepy, ponderinfrustration, a couple others I can’t think of off the top of my head. Thanks to all you guys for the inspiration.

Perfectionist (1617 words)-- Soft early relationship Carlottastine ficlet. Prompted.

Mind Beating Wild (1544 words)-- Carlottastine remix of the cemetery scene. Also prompted.

** Buttercup Boys and Goldenrod Girls (2990 words)-- Queerplatonic Raoul & Christine fic with aro Christine and demisexual Raoul. Kind of a wandering, collage-y fic.

** Cinnamon and Tobacco (5441 words)-- My first ever Daraoulga fic! A lot of H/C.

Nowhere, Nobody Else (1450 words)-- Cherik/Philippe fic. Prompted.

** in my heart i belong in a house by the sea (1797 words)-- Angsty as heck R/C fic. In Sweden! Prompted.

** free city for the enterprising (1746 words)-- Vaaaampires with R/C and E/R, I think it was prompted?

the more persistent spirit (3279 words)-- More generic Daraoulga fic, me still trying to figure out how Daraoulga would work.

** half-sick of shadows (3320 words)-- I just felt like “The Lady of Shalott” had strong Christine vibes, so I mixed it into a Carlottastine fic.

two divas one bed (1332 words)-- I mean what does it sound like. Modern AU Carlottastine.

** kiss me hard before you go (2489 words)-- Carlottastine but Carlotta is leaving Paris to live in the country so they’re BREAKING UP OH NO. Prompted.

hello, i want to kiss you (1009 words)-- Cherik/Philippe fic. Prompted.

Confusion of a Night (1987 words)-- Carlotta & Raoul fic, written for the “sensory overload” square of Bad Things Happen Bingo.

** two-thirty phone calls are never a good sign (1671 words)-- Daraoulga modern AU fic written for the humiliation square of Bad Things Happen Bingo.

** could you maybe act like you don't hate me (3433 words)-- Carlottastine smut mostly.

eliminate the competition (437 words)-- Carlotta ficlet. Prompted.

gala (654 words)-- A softer follow-up on “two-thirty phone calls are never a good sign.” ...I think it was prompted?

spiteful (796 words)-- Erik/Carlotta spiteful kiss ficlet, prompted.

take notes, sweetheart (466 words)-- Carlottastine antagonistic UST ficlet, prompted.

good morning erik (443 words)-- Fluffy Cherik/Philippe ficlet, prompted.

** she loves a pretty face (3966 words)-- Prompted “Raoul, scar to remember” for Bad Things Happen Bingo. Some R/C and E/R. I like this one.

lonely with you (1583 words)-- Prompted Raoul and touch-starved for Bad Things Happen Bingo. R/C, Sweden fic.

** Dolls and Goblins (5175 words)-- Prompted E/R and forced crossdressing, not somewhere I would usually go! But I think it came out well.

don't you trust me? (921 words)-- Angsty Daraoulga ficlet. Prompted.

nothing more than a minnow (1019 words)-- Quiet ghost!E/R fic written for the Darkest Night Exchange. This prompt definitely deserved better than I gave it! Idk why I wasn’t vibing with it just then.

cause you might not get tomorrow (1619 words)-- Carlotta carpe diem fic! Including Carlottastine.

long-term issues (2679 words)--Not another E/R kidnapping fic, I can’t believe it. I think this was prompted but I fucked with the prompt.

i wanna run away with you (2464 words)--Daroga joins with the R & C gang for the Sweden elopement.

Tell me the truth. (1941 words)-- Angsty Daraoulga, prompted.

...why does it feel like I didn’t write that much POTO fic? Maybe bc proportionally it’s less than in other years. But this year I wrote more fic in general, so of course the proportions have shifted.

Riverdale (TV 2017)

** the long elasticity of forgiveness (4321 words)-- FP is in jail, Jughead is being very patient.

** # My Secret Brother (7614 words)-- Technically Chic would have been Jughead’s brother too, so.

# spill some blossom blood (2049 words)-- Written for Bad Things Happen Bingo prompt, “Cheryl, take me instead”.

Sense8 (TV)

Six fics this year :) That’s about as many as I thought. Fandom deserves more tbh.

You, Painted Pink and Blue (2652 words)-- Sun/Riley kind of smut without plot, written for the Trope Bingo square of “Romance novel AU.”

Secret Garden (999 words)-- Sun/Soo-jin ficlet.

** Such Things Are Possible (12867 words)-- Rajan’s POV of that CRAZY FINALE, possibly my most popular fic this year. I had a lot of feelings.

smart talker (1385 words)-- Capheus and Whispers and creepiness. Prompted.

** Lovely in Starlight (5080 words)-- Fucked up Lila/Kala fic bc sometimes you gotta do all the work for yourself. I like this one.

** first meetings (2294 words)-- Some Jonas what-ifs.

Shades of Magic - V. E. Schwab

Missive From Halfway Through "Seeing It" (1176 words)-- My first fic of the year, a NYR treat, epistolary fic with Kell and Rhy.

Qivuak (2635 words)-- Kell/Holland sex pollen fic for Chocolate Box treat.

** Interlude at the Hot Springs (3457 words)-- Also for Chocolate Box treat, a KELL/HOLLAND HOT SPRINGS FIC. Quite possibly my favorite dumbass premise of the year.

Lily London (2083 words)-- Quiet Kell and Holland fic.

Cat on the Bed (1980 words)-- Kell/Holland smut but they’re cat boys, assigned fic for the Smut Exchange.

Stranger Things (TV 2016)

Think I Know Where You Belong (2004 words)-- Elmax fic, prompted.

** # An Errand in the City (3833 words)-- Kali meets Nancy and visits Hawkins to see El. Kali/Mick fic.

** Long Trek to a New Home (6476 words)-- Kalancy APOCALYPSE FIC, written for the apocalypse square of Trope Bingo.

we live in cities you'll never see onscreen (1321 words)-- Kali/Mick origin story, precanon.

** # hands that stitch (3187 words)-- Kali murders a dude at Nancy’s college, Kalancy.

The Queen's Thief - Megan Whalen Turner

tell me about the mede (655 words)-- I didn’t even write this this year, I just found it in a deleted text document. My QT writing is way down.

The Sting (1973)

a smaller con (1373 words)-- Look I know y’all talk about Hooker/Gondorff but the real ship here is Hooker/Lonnegan k?

イキガミ | Ikigami - All Media Types

it's galling how much i want to be good (3655 words)-- I started this fic like three years ago but only finished and posted this year. Whump.

亜人 - 三浦追儺 & 桜井画門 | Ajin - Miura Tsuina & Sakurai Gamon those who drown together stay together (1352 words)-- Kou and Kei wash up on the shore.

#statistics

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highwaytothedangerzone502 · 1 year

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Foxtrot Alpha Alpha - Chapter 5

Pairing: Hangman x Female OC

Word Count: 2231

Warnings: Car Crash, swearing

Or so he thought.

Chapter Songs: A Place in This World Meant To Be

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Ghost

"I did it!" Jake exclaimed, laughing in disbelief and staring at the guitar in his hands. Then, like he couldn't believe it himself, he turned to his friend for verification. "I did, right? No mistakes?"

"You did," Annalise confirmed, beaming proudly at him. "I've never seen someone pick up guitar so quickly."

"What can I say? I'm a fast learner. I also had a great teacher."

"That goes without saying." Jake handed her the guitar, which she happily took back and started strumming a new song she'd been practicing. "How far into the book are you?"

"I finished it!" he exclaimed, twisting around and taking it out of his backpack. "I see why you love jets so much. They're fascinating! The Blue Angels are doing a show in Corpus Christi in a few weeks. I'm going to see if I can convince my mom to let me go see it."

"I already got tickets," Annalise chirped. "Mom gets special access with her military clearance. She makes a call, and she's there. If you want to go, let me know, and I'll ask my mom to see if she can add you to the list. Your mom, too, if she wants to come."

Jake perked up immediately. "Really?"

"Yeah. It'd be nice to have a friend tag along. My sister goes, but she's usually off flirting with the boys, so I don't have anyone to geek out over the planes with."

"I'll ask when I get home! Honestly, after reading that book and reading up on the Navy, I see why you want to join."

Annalise cocked her head. "When did you read about the Navy?"

"Checked out a book from the library not long after you brought it up. Seemed interesting, and it was. The more I read about it, the more I want to join."

"Going to become a naval aviator like me?"

"Obviously. It's the coolest job." Jake glanced at his watch and swore. "Shit, I have to leave for practice soon. Coach will have my head if I'm late."

Annalise chuckled, taking the cue and gathering up her things. Jake helped her up when she was done and took her guitar case as he walked her back to her house like he'd done every time before. While they made the trek to her place, Annalise asked, "You ready for school to start next week?"

"This is going to sound strange, but yeah. I love being at school." Jake hesitated momentarily, like he wanted to say more, but then seemingly decided against it. "What about you?"

"Not really," she admitted, omitting the fact that she had no friends outside of him right now, and she was sure he'd forget about her once classes started. After all, he was the most popular guy in school, and include the fact that he filled out over the summer, buffing up and losing some of his baby face, would only increase his popularity. Meanwhile, Annalise was a nobody, someone who had joined two months before sophomore year ended and made no real impact on anyone. No one paid attention to her. She might as well have been a ghost. The fact Jake even remembered her at their initial meet in the woods stunned her, but she chalked it up to them having had a few classes together. Why else would he have noticed her? It's not like he had a crush on her. Even his walking her home was simply Jake being a gentleman. Annalise refused to read into it because it meant nothing more than what it was on the surface.

"Why not?" Jake prodded with the dreaded question.

"I'll basically be the new girl all over again. I barely got to know anyone when I got here last year, and chances are I'll move again by the end of the school year because of my mom or dad's job. I don't want to get close to anyone when I'm probably going to leave again before college."

"I'm not sure if you're telling me I'm the exception to not wanting to get close to anyone or that you're going to ghost me if you do leave."

Annalise smiled but said nothing, already figuring their friendship would crash and burn before she left. Stopping outside the gate, Annalise thanked him for the escort and took her guitar from him. As she turned around to head into her backyard, Jake said, "Same time tomorrow?"

"Always," Annalise replied. Giving him a two-finger salute, she entered her backyard and shut the gate behind her. Upon stepping foot into her house, she'd barely set her guitar down when Jacqueline Blackwood appeared out of nowhere from the shadows of the living room.

"When were you going to tell me you knew Jake Seresin?" her sister demanded, crossing her arms.

"Since never, because it's none of your business," Annalise retorted, rolling her eyes.

"People are saying he has a secret girlfriend, you know."

"Wouldn't surprise me if he did. He's cute."

It was Jackie's turn to roll her eyes. "I'm talking about you, dumbass. They'll think it's you if they find out you two are hanging out. Are you two together?"

"Oh, please." Annalise scoffed, grabbing a Dr. Pepper from the fridge. "Jake is not interested in me. It's just a summer thing. Come first day of school, he'll have completely forgotten about me."

"And how often have you been sneaking out to see him?"

"It's not sneaking out if we plan it."

"Then why haven't you said anything about him all summer?"

"Because I knew all three of you would get the wrong idea, and you, in particular, are a busy little brownnoser who would probably find a way to crash the party."

"For your information, I already followed you. How else do you think I knew you were seeing him?"

"What the fuck, Jackie?"

"Language!" Charlie chastised, entering the kitchen in a sharp suit. "Annalise, you know better."

When Charlie briefly turned her back to her daughters, Annalise flipped Jackie off, who stuck her tongue out in return.

"Girls, knock it off," Charlie warned. Annalise wondered how her mom had seen the exchange for a split second until she saw the microwave, clearly reflecting the two Blackwood sisters. "What's going on?"

"Annalise has a secret boyfriend, who happens to be the most popular guy in school," Jackie piped up, smiling smugly at her little sister. Annalise glowered at her sister, thoroughly planning on getting her revenge later on.

"He's not my boyfriend. I ran into him in the woods, and we started chatting. He was interested in learning guitar, so I've been teaching him. That's it. Nothing more. We're not like Jackie and Oreo."

"His name is Orry."

"I don't care what his actual name is. The guy has super black hair, is always wearing black, and is whiter than Frosty the Snowman. He looks like an Oreo, so I will continue calling him as such."

"Fine. I'll continue calling Jake your boyfriend."

"If that's the game you want to play-" Annalise turned to their mom- "Jackie snuck out of the house two weeks ago to go to a party with Orry and got stoned."

Charlie placed her hands on her hips. "Jacqueline Elena Blackwood!"

"You were supposed to keep that a secret!" Jackie hissed, grabbing an apple from a bowl nearby and chucking it at her sister's head.

Annalise caught it and took a bite from it. "Yeah, on the premise you would owe me a favor in the future or until you pissed me off enough to divulge it."

"Jackie, go to your room. Your dad and I will talk with you later about your punishment," Charlie ordered, pointing firmly at the stairs. Jackie obeyed reluctantly, shuffling off in dismay to her room, but not before muttering under her breath so only her sister could hear, "You're gonna pay for that one."

Annalise tried to then back away without any further conversation, but her mom stopped her. "Any other secrets you're holding over your sister?"

"Unless they give me leverage over her, I don't keep them, so no."

"About this Jake kid-"

Annalise groaned. "Not you too."

"Have you been sneaking out to see him?"

"No. I just haven't said anything because I didn't want it getting blown out of proportion. It's a summer thing that will end the moment school starts."

"Why's that?"

"Because he's the most popular guy in school, and I'm a nobody?"

"I'd like to see you have a steady friend group."

"What's the point?"

"We're not going to-"

"Move again in a year?" Annalise responded defensively. "I'm pretty sure you said that in Colorado, California, Florida, Michigan, and Virginia."

"Annalise, don't use that tone of voice with me," Charlie cautioned gently but firmly. "This time's different. Your dad and I want you and Jackie to have stability in your last years in high school. We've already talked to our bosses to ensure that that happens. Listen, Jackie is going out of town for the weekend at the end of the month. Why don't you invite Jake over for dinner?"

"I'll ask him," she lied, biting back a cringe at the idea. She would mean nothing to Jake after school started, so what was the point in even asking?

"Good. Let me know what he says. On a different note, I have a meeting in a few minutes, but I need to get this package sent off. Could you run into town and do it for me?"

"Anything to be away from Jackie right now. Where is it?"

"It's in the mudroom. Thank you, sweetie. Be careful!"

"I will. Love you!" Annalise grabbed the keys to her car and bolted out the door. Blasting some George Strait, she pulled onto the main road and cruised into town. Annalise passed the high school on the way to the post office, its parking lot jammed with trucks belonging to the football players practicing on the field. Jake was down there somewhere, but she couldn't tell which. She didn't even know his jersey number. Annalise continued on her way, dropping the package off and then deciding rather than going home and facing the inevitable wrath of her sister, she'd shop around a bit. It's not like there was anything of interest to buy, but Annalise was a sucker for cruising through stores like Home Goods, Hobby Lobby, and Barnes and Noble. Annalise let her mom know, who had no qualms about the better-behaved daughter being out by herself.

For better or for worse, all three of those stores were in the same parking lot as the post office, so Ghost strolled over to them, taking her time as she perused through the items. A couple of books did catch her eye, namely about fighter jets, although a romance novel did slip its way into the mix. Nothing at Home Goods or Hobby Lobby was worth buying or was out of her price range, but they were still fun to visit.

While in Home Goods, two girls her age strode past. Annalise ignored them, continuing to look mindlessly at some of the clothes on the racks, when one of them said, "Hey, you're Annalise Blackwood, right?"

Annalise glanced up in surprise. "Uh, yeah. Why?"

"We're having a party Friday night and would love to have you come. You should bring Jake, too!"

Annalise knew precisely who they were referring to but decided to play dumb. "Jake who?"

"Seresin, of course! With you two dating and all, we thought-"

"I'm not dating Jake Seresin," Annalise said, laughing in disbelief. "Where the hell did you hear that rumor?"

"Well, we heard it from Hannah, who heard it from Mackenzie, who heard it from her boyfriend Trevor, who heard it from Orry, who-"

"Heard it from Jackie?" Annalise finished, blood slowly boiling as the epiphany dawned on her. When the two girls confirmed her suspicion, she sighed deeply to rein in her flaring temper. "I'm not dating Jake. It was a rumor spread by my sister as payback for something I did earlier. I appreciate the invite, but I'm going to have to decline. If you'll excuse me, I need to get going."

Annalise left before the girls could protest, keeping her head down in case any other school students noticed her and interrogated her about the false situation. One thing was certain, though: Jackie was dead meat for this.

Annalise pulled out her phone and shot her sister an angry text with more than a few expletives. Leave it to her sister to not only ruin the only friendship she had but mortally embarrass her before school started. What had Jackie been thinking?!

Annalise slid into the driver's seat, setting her phone in the cup holder. Trying to bite back tears of anger and mortification, she backed out of the parking spot and started to head home. Tears tried to blur her vision, but she furiously blinked them away. Annalise white-knuckled the steering wheel, desperately wishing to get home as quickly as possible. The light changed to a green arrow, and after checking both ways, Annalise started moving forward. Then, and only then, did she notice the tow truck coming at her from her peripheral with no apparent intent to stop. Time slowed, and realizing she couldn't avoid being hit, Annalise braked and braced for impact.

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Ghost Story - Chapter 25

Pairing: Rooster x Female OC

Word Count: 3021

Warnings: Swearing

Summary: No one will miss a ghost. It'd been a running joke for as long as anyone could remember, something Ghost herself started, and she always said it with a smile on her face or with mirth in her voice. The untouchable stealth pilot in every sense of the word, no one could've predicted the depth of her turmoil over recent events, nor the extremes she would go to in order to protect the man she loved, not even those closest to her. Now, all that was left of the young aviator for Maverick, Hangman, and Rooster were the memories of the past, which would slowly fade with time. She'd come into their lives and made an unforgettable impression, and then, like a ghost, she was gone... Then again, ghosts can't die a second time.

Notes: The chapters/large parts in italics are flashbacks.

Chapter Songs: Marry Me Stand

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Ghost

Ghost slid down the side of the warehouse, furious with herself as more tears streamed down her face. Between the stress of the upcoming mission, her fallout with Rooster, and now the phone call from her mom, she couldn't control it. Everything was crashing down around her, and all Ghost wanted was to go see Rooster and pull him into a hug, but she was positive he wanted nothing to do with her right now. Any civility he showed towards her this morning had most likely been an act to divert any suspicion about their newfound tension.

"You're not having an allergy attack, are you?" Maverick's gentle question sounded next to Ghost, causing her to jump. She hadn't even heard him approach.

"No, sir," she admitted, tucking her arms and legs as tightly as she could against her chest.

He nodded understandingly and took a seat beside her. "Talk to me, Ghost."

"I'm fine, really, I just… I just need to get my shit together," she mumbled, rubbing her face.

"You're not okay," he said. "Penny and I clocked that the minute we saw you this morning."

Ghost groaned. "Shit… is anyone else aware?"

"Other than Bryn, Rooster, and Hangman? No. I think they're all too hungover to recognize anything's wrong. So what's bothering you?"

"Where do you want me to start?" Ghost replied dismally. "The mission, my mother, or Rooster?"

"Whichever's easiest for you to start with, or whichever's bothering you the most."

Ghost sighed and shook her head. "I don't want to drag you down with this. You already listened to me vent yesterday. I promise I'm not always an emotional trainwreck.

"Annalise," Maverick began, catching her off guard by using her first name, "every one of those pilots in there is like a kid to me, and if any of them were having issues, I'd be there for them. I may not have known you as long as them, but I care about you just as much. I don't have to give you advice if you don't want it. I can simply provide an ear, but I'll say you can't have all this hanging over you when the mission comes because you need a clear head going into it. So, talk to me, Ghost."

As much as she hated it, the words came tumbling out of her mouth at the fatherly concern and compassion in Maverick's tone. "Mom is sick, and she sounded terrible over the phone just now, but she won't tell me what's wrong or where she even is, and that's scaring me. Mom's always been straightforward in her answers, so when she deflects, it worries me. Plus, she's getting sentimental, and she was never one to do that. She's been telling me I'll do great on the mission when she and I both know it's practically a suicide mission, which that is freaking me out, but I've already told you my woes about bringing a wingman, excluding the fact it physically pains me at the idea of losing you, Hangman, Rooster, and I'd rather risk going on the mission alone than choose one of you and have you die because of a decision I made."

Ghost glanced at her screen when an incoming text came through from Rooster: I should've stayed last night, and I know you don't want me bothering you, but are you okay?

His question made a fresh knot form in her throat, and it reminded her that Rooster had chosen to protect himself and his heart over her. Of course, she had no right to judge. Hadn't she done that in the last few years to him? Only risking being with him when they were about to part ways in some shape or form to avoid having her heart broken by letting him in too much?

"All right, that covers the mission and your mom. What's going on with you and Rooster?" Maverick prodded with impeccable timing. He must've seen Rooster's name pop up on her phone. "You two seemed to be doing okay last night."

"What do you mean?" Ghost replied, her heart skipping a beat at the light, teasing tone in her companion's voice. He hadn't… oh God, what if he had?

"Got up to get some water and saw you two all over each other in the kitchen. Decided to let you two be and went back to bed."

Ghost let out a sigh of relief. At least he'd only seen that. Still, the idea that they'd been caught made heat rise in her cheeks. "Sorry…"

Maverick chuckled. "No apologies. So what happened that made you two crash and burn so fast?"

"I told him about the mission. He didn't take it well, and I think any hope we had of being together is truly gone this time. The shitty part is that I can't even be mad at him for being upset. God, the way he looked at me when I told him it was a suicide mission… it's like he couldn't decide if he wanted to kiss me or kill me himself." Ghost braced her head in her hand, staring at a squashed bug on the pavement with rapidly blurring vision. "I can't lose anyone else, Maverick. I've lost my dad, I've lost my sister… I'm worried I'm about to lose my mom even though all I have to go on are a few weird calls with her. I can't watch someone else die. If I take Rooster, the chances of him surviving are slim to none. If I don't, he'll never forgive me, and I'd rather die having him hate me than let him on this mission."

"He doesn't hate you. Far from it. Part of the reason Penny and I figured out you weren't having an allergy attack is because of the way he kept looking at you. He almost came out here instead of me, but Penny and I made the mutual decision it was probably best he didn't. I had a feeling you weren't ready to face him yet."

"You wouldn't be wrong."

Maverick stood up and extended his hand out for Ghost. She took it and stood up, brushing the dirt off her butt. Maverick said, "When you're ready, he'll be waiting for you because you two are like me and Penny: no matter what happens between the two of you, you can't stay away from each other. But first, I think you need to get some rest. Did you get any sleep last night?"

"Maybe an hour or two. I couldn't fall back asleep after the conversation with Rooster."

"Being exhausted isn't helping your stress. I want you to go back into that warehouse and take a nap. I know you don't have anything going on today, so no arguments."

"You gonna use your dad tone with me?" Ghost joked.

"If I must, yes," Maverick replied with a grin. "Once you've rested, you'll be able to think with a clearer head, alright?"

"Yes, sir." Ghost gave him a two-finger salute. Then she sobered up quickly and hugged Maverick before she could stop herself. "Thank you for all your help and for putting up with me."

Maverick returned the embrace willingly. "I know I'm not your dad, and I can never replace him, but if you ever need anything, I am here for you, Annalise."

The heartwarming offer and his fatherly embrace made fresh tears spill down her cheeks. When she pulled away, Ghost angrily wiped them off. "God, I hate crying, and I hate the fact part of it's over a guy, but God damn, if Rooster doesn't know how to get under my skin without even fucking meaning to."

"No one can hurt you more than the ones you love," Maverick said, a flicker of understanding in his eyes.

Ghost nodded. "Do I look like I've been crying?"

"Except for Rooster, Bryn, and Hangman, it's like I said earlier, the others are too hungover to notice something's actually wrong. I think if you keep your head down going to the couch, you'll be fine."

Thanking him, Ghost returned to the hangar with Maverick, parting ways to amble sleepily to the couch. Grabbing a blanket, she curled up in a ball at the corner of the sofa and, within seconds, was out like a light.

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Ghost groggily woke up hours later to the sound of shouts and laughter in the kitchen and quiet conversation surrounding her. Opening her eyes, she found Maverick, Penny, Bryn, Hangman, Phoenix, Bob, and-

"Bradley," Mav said, "you with us?"

Rooster glanced up from staring at a spot on the floor with a dazed look. "Huh? Oh, yeah. Sorry, I didn't sleep much last night."

"How come?"

"I can't sleep whenever I drink too much alcohol," he lied with a shrug, dropping his gaze from Mav's.

Or when you decide to break things off for good with the girl you're in love with. Ghost thought morosely, thinking back to last night and the image of Rooster walking away burned into her memory, how she regretted telling him the deadliness of the mission when she knew how he'd react.

"Ghost?" Hangman queried, leaning forward into her peripheral. He sat next to her with his hand resting on her ankle. "Ah, Sleeping Beauty awakes!"

"How are you feeling?" Maverick asked.

"Like I could sleep for another ten hours and then some," Ghost admitted. She pushed herself up into a sitting position and stretched. "I also think I need to move around. Pretty sure I haven't changed positions since I fell asleep."

"You haven't," Hangman confirmed, patting her leg. "We had to check that you were alive a few times and hadn't truly lived up to your callsign and become a ghost."

She chuckled. "No, you're still stuck with me."

"You make it sound like a bad thing." Hangman stood up and offered his hand. "Go for a walk?"

Ghost accepted and stood up, careful not to look in Rooster's direction because she didn't want to see the kicked-puppy expression she knew he wore. She and Hangman strolled outside and onto the jogging path Maverick had created long ago. For a while, neither side a word, merely enjoying the other's presence. Ghost remembered when she and Hangman used to sneak off the base to go for walks, their little reprieve from the stress of school and work, how she used to sneak out of her house to meet him for walks along the river. Those memories were a lifetime ago, yet, all these years later, they still found themselves falling into old habits.

"You gonna tell me why you really couldn't sleep last night?" Hangman inquired, lightly bumping his elbow into hers. "Because that sure as hell wasn't an allergy attack."

"Long story short, Rooster and I had a disagreement, and when he started to walk away, I gave him the option of staying to work it out or nothing ever happening between us again if he walked off, and he chose the latter."

Hangman shook his head. "You two will work it out. You always do."

"No, I think this is it. And I don't blame him for walking away after what we discussed. He's protecting himself."

"From what, exactly?"

"His heart being broken. Guess I'm one to talk, though. I've done the same thing before. But anyway, we'll move past it. How have you been?" Ghost asked, desperate to change the topic. She briefly checked her phone when it started vibrating with an incoming call, but not recognizing the number, she ignored it. "I feel like we've barely seen each other recently."

"I'm good, fixing up my apartment, upgrading Ruby, not much else."

"No dates?"

"Nah, no dates."

"How come? Not interested in dating or not interested in any girls?"

"Neither," he replied. His short answer surprised Ghost. Since when did Hangman not elaborate on things? He loved talking.

"Okay, so if it's not one of those, that must mean you're interested in someone, but they're not interested back?" Ghost guessed.

Hangman nodded. "Yeah."

"Let me guess, Phoenix?"

He snapped his head to look at her. "You think I like Phoenix?"

"You treat her like you're an elementary school boy with a crush, always taunting and teasing her to get her attention."

"I probably have a better chance with Phoenix than with-" Hangman stopped himself short. "Never mind."

Ghost stopped and grabbed onto Hangman's elbow. "Hey, since when do you keep secrets from me? What's going on with you?"

"Nothing, it's nothing," he protested.

"It's not nothing. I know when you're lying to me because I know you better than anyone."

"It doesn't seem like that's the case right now, does it?"

"Did I do something wrong?" Ghost demanded exasperatedly, crossing her arms tightly over her chest. Her phone buzzed again in her pocket. She continued to ignore it. "You're being short and avoiding basic questions I've always asked you."

Hangman shoved his fists into his pockets. "Fine. I hate seeing you with Bradshaw, especially when he keeps luring you in and then breaking your heart, and I know you know, but you keep going back to him? Why?"

Ghost hesitated, even though fully aware of the truthful response: I love him. Her silence provided Hangman the answer too. "Is he the reason you broke up with me?"

"What?'

"Did you break up with me so you could try things with him?"

"No, we weren't even being stationed together. I-"

"Then why did you break with me? You never actually gave me a clear answer. Did you not want to do long-distance? Did you not love me anymore?"

"I didn't break up with you because I stopped loving you!" Ghost said hotly, offended by the suggestion. "You started acting the same way you did when you were about to break up with me the first time, being distant, being quiet, and I got scared you were about to do it again, so I got ahead of it and-"

"I wasn't planning on breaking up with you! I was planning on asking you to marry me!" Hangman interrupted heatedly. The bombshell stunned Ghost into silence, and she stared wide-eyed at him, barely able to process his words. Meanwhile, the outburst seemed to have exhausted the fight in Hangman because his shoulders sagged as he admitted quietly, "I was getting nervous, and I guess I unintentionally started distancing myself from you so you wouldn't get suspicious or-or think I was hiding something from you. Turns out you did anyway."

Ghost could barely form a coherent sentence, but she managed to stammer out, "I-wh-why didn't you come after me?"

"Because, except for Bradshaw, you don't give second chances to people, especially those who hurt you."

"I gave you a second chance," Ghost pointed out, her arms tightening ever more across her chest. Her heart sank lower and lower into her chest, and she had no doubt it would end up on the ground if she kept talking to Hangman.

"It was a second chance I didn't deserve. You asked if the girl I'm interested in isn't interested back, and the answer is yes, because while I know you love me, you're no longer in love with you the way that I am with you, the way I've always been, and I kept quiet because I didn't want to lose you as a friend-"

"Jake, you could never lose me," Ghost breathed, her voice hitching.

"I know that now, but seeing you after all this time and seeing you chase after Bradshaw, it reminds me how much I'm still in love with you, and I think I need some distance to move past it."

Words failed her as Ghost watched Hangman walk off with his head down. Her phone buzzed again, and, annoyed, she pulled it out of her pocket to see a familiar name flashing on the screen. Sniffling and taking a deep breath, she answered deceptively calmly, "Hey, Wolfman. What's up?"

"Hey, Ghost, has the hospital tried calling you?"

Dread settled in her bones. "The hos- I don't think so. Why would the hospital be trying to call me?"

Ghost listened to Wolfman, her legs becoming jelly the more he spoke. It took all her effort not to drop to her knees and sob in despair, but she couldn't. Ghost had to go to the hospital. "Th-thanks, Wolf. I'll head there now."

Numbly, she hung up and shoved her phone into her pocket. Ghost needed to run. She needed to get to the hospital as soon as possible because who knew how much time remained, but her legs refused to move any faster, threatening to collapse if any more burdens weighed down upon her shoulders. Wordlessly, she slipped into the hangar and grabbed her belongings. No one paid any attention to her, the ghost in the group, or so she thought.

"Ghost," Hangman said, cautiously approaching her, "when I said I wanted distance, I didn't mean for you to leave here. I-"

"Don't flatter yourself," Ghost said flatly, refusing to look him in the eye. She shouldn't have been so hostile, but she wanted to push him away because now Ghost understood why it was easier for Rooster to turn his back on attachment: it hurt so much less than the grief that came with it, and she'd rather be alone than ever feel the way she did now.

"Hey, where are you going?" Maverick asked, approaching the exes.

"Something critical came up, and I need to go see what's going on," Ghost answered, throwing on her jacket. Over Mav's shoulder, she could see Rooster peering over at them and attempting to figure out what was going on. "Thank you for everything, Maverick. I owe you."

She ached to hug him, but in doing so, Ghost might break, and she had to hold onto that last shred of strength until she got to the hospital. Nodding goodbye, she strode to her motorcycle and hopped on. Ghost gripped the bike for dear life as she raced back to town and to the hospital, praying she'd make it in time.

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nikkzwrites · 4 years

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CHAPTER 15 IS NEARLY DONE AND ALL OF YOU ARE ABOUT TO SEE ANNALISE COMPLETELY LOSE HER SHIT! WHO'S READY?!

#yesterday once more fanfic

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shawn meets... | sapphire

SUMMARY: in the life of a rockstar, shawn mendes comes across some unique people. sometimes, things stray from the norm. (AU, shawn x every one of my oc’s)(continuation/spin off of goth gf)

AN: it REALLY feels like shawnblr is fuckign dead but yknow what its spooky szn so death is acceptable! speaking of spooky, this is another for @fourtristattoos spooky writing fest! i swear im building up to actual spooky stuff pls bear with me oh and theres more smut in this

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Shawn was quite open to wearing anything these days. He was also open to wearing nothing, but that photoshoot opportunity hasn't come yet, though. But this pastel pink and white suit was a bit much. Actually, the sparkly silver boots were the tackiest part of this getup. Sure, the entire outfit was worth more than all three of his guitars he'd be using during the performance, but he wasn't exactly looking forward to resembling the Had To Do It To 'Em guy when he took off the pink blazer. According to Tiffany, the birthday girl wanted all party entertainers to be in her signature color.

He still hadn't met Sapphire Venus Lilith. This performance was for her, and she hadn't even attended the meetings for it. She was apparently busy with an old friend… catching up in her bedroom. For two straight days.

The yard was full of partygoers already. Tables with hot pink clothes were displayed with all sorts of snacks and drinks. Servers were going around tending to guests, all in pink bowties of course. There was also a raised, pink metallic throne in the middle of the yard, surrounded by 2 burly security guards. The throne was right in front of the stage that Shawn was going to perform on, so he wouldn't miss Sapphire in the crowd. Music was already booming through the large speakers, a Little Mix song that reminded him of a different time. The bass was shaking the window Shawn was looking out of.

“Fan of myself, I’m stanning myself I love me so much I put my hands on myself”

Tiffany was fixing the cuffs on Shawn’s blazer. Anna was doing last minute touch ups to his hair, which was slicked back. It was similar to the 2019 Met Gala, but instead of bronze streaks, it was silver glitter that was definitely going to be a bitch to wash out.

“You nervous?” Tiffany asked.

“Excited,” Shawn corrected. “I missed playing shows.”

“We need to get you on tour again.” She smiled.

“Gotta make a record first.”

There was a sudden knock on the door, making all three of them jump. Shawn made eye contact with Tiffany, and they both chuckled at the ridiculous response.

Anna went to answer, since the door was locked. “It’s probably Andrew, wondering if you’re ready.” She opened the door, and let out a surprised, “Hello! Hi, come on in!”

Just by the change in her tone, it was safe to say it wasn't Andrew who had knocked. Shawn turned to see who had come in, and was first met with a powerful flowery scent, followed by a tall, petite woman.

“Make way for the G-O-double D-E-S-S I spare no enemies in this dress Uh huh, uh huh”

This woman was blonde, curled princess locks cascading down her shoulders. On top of her head was the largest and most extra looking sparkling tiara Shawn had ever seen in his life, but it suited her. Her face was soft with pretty pink lips and piercing blue eyes. Her petite body was clad in a tiny top made of soft pink bedazzles and equally tiny shorts of the same color. There was no other way to describe her as anything but beautiful. Knock-the-wind-out-of-me, step-on-me-in-your-white-Louboutins beautiful.

She was followed by Kat, who was the polar opposite, color wise. Tight black dress, long dark hair in a high ponytail. Unlike her employer, she was not smiling, nor giving Shawn any attention. She merely typed on her phone in a professional manner, the same look Andrew would have when he was texting important people.

Shawn couldn’t even think about the potential awkward tension he would have with Kat because he was too busy gaping at the blonde. How was one person so powerful already?

“Hello, I’m Sapphire,” she greeted, holding out her hand.

Something possessed Shawn the moment he touched her soft skin, and he bent down to kiss her hand.

That seemed to please her, because she grinned, showing the tiniest dimple in her cheek. “You’re my little singer tonight, aren’t you?”

“That’s me,” he replied, almost losing his voice by how much it softened. He really couldn’t stop looking into those eyes. “Happy birthday!”

“Oh thanks, love. I can’t wait to see what you’re gonna do for me.” She was still holding his hand, squeezing ever so slightly.

Shawn’s cheeks heated up so goddamn fast. There was something in those worse, something sickly sweet and intoxicating. “I, uh, I think you’ll like it. I hope you do.”

Sapphire was still smiling as she turned to look at Kat. Wordlessly, the assistant went to Tiffany and Anna, chatting them in on the evening’s events. Then, Sapphire took Shawn by the collar of his blazer and stepped closer to him, her glossy lips at his ear.

“If I really love your gig,” she whispered, “I may give you something extra.”

And yeah, his pants got tighter. Good thing he was going to be holding a guitar all night.

Sapphire leaned back, smoothing the area she had been clinging to. “If it’s okay with you, of course.”

He cleared his throat, trying to calm his body. “Uh, no yeah. Yeah. Yes. Very okay.”

“Wonderful, darling! I’ll see you out there. Come along, KitKat!”

With that, she turned on her heel and left the room, Kat in tow.

Shawn immediately plopped down in the nearest chair, starstruck. He’s never seen nor heard of this girl ever in his life, and somehow she managed to turn him into putty within the first few minutes of meeting him.

“You need anything?” Tiffany asked, trying to mask her amusement. “A glass of water? A cold shower perhaps?”

He blushed even more. He’s never been so flustered so fast, let alone from someone he just met.

“Did I say happy birthday to her?” he asked, dazed.

“Yes,” Anna and Tiffany said at the same time.

Then, Brian entered the room, a dopey grin on his face. “Guess who just met the birthday girl!”

“Shawn did,” Tiffany answered.

Brian’s grin vanished. “What? Man, I thought I was the first one! She’s so…”

“Yeah,” Shawn agreed. Then he got up and took his friend to the side. “Dude, she wants to meet up after my set.”

“No way.”

“I swear.”

“Didn’t you just hook up with her assistant?” Brian asked. “You’d think she caught wind of that.”

Shawn didn’t know, nor did he really care. “That’s why I need you to hit up the assistant. I don’t know if she’s hung up on me or anything and I don’t wanna take that chance.”

Brian made a noise between a scoff and a laugh. “Full of ourselves, are we?”

“Please?” Shawn asked, bringing his hands together.

“Well, what if I want Sapphire and not her stuck up assistant?”

This wouldn’t be the first time Shawn asked Brian to distract a former one night stand. But it was the one time Brian wasn’t agreeing to do it. Shawn put his hands down, surprised and mildly annoyed.

“Kat’s not stuck up, trust me,” he said. “And… Sapphire said she wants me. It’s her choice.”

“I’m not taking your leftovers again, man,” Brian said as he folded his arms. “You always get the girl! Let me have something for once!”

Now Shawn was even more annoyed. “Maybe you’d get something too if-”

“If I was a famous popstar? If I was as good as you?”

“Why are you being such a dick?”

Then, Tiffany stepped in, literally. She stood between Shawn and Brian. “Guys, don’t do this. It’s just one girl.”

Brian ignored her. “I’m being a dick because I’m tired of being an extension of you! I’m being a dick because you’ve taken dates from me! You don’t even give a shit about any of them because you can’t get over-”

“Don’t!” Shawn warned, raising his voice.

Brian narrowed his eyes. “You’re not over Annalise Flores!”

“Who?” Tiffany asked, bewildered.

Paralyzed with anger, Shawn glared at the other man. The man who was supposed to be his friend. Why couldn’t he just do him this solid?

“Get out,” he said venomously.

“You know I’m right,” Brian sneered.

“Get the fuck out!” Shawn yelled.

He scoffed as he stormed out. Shawn huffed out a sigh, wanting to punch something.

“What the hell was that?” Anna asked, utterly confused. “Who’s Annalise Flores?”

“It doesn’t matter,” he grumbled. “Can you bring me Jocelyne?”

One quick shoulder rub and a redress later, Shawn’s disgruntled state eased a little bit. It was enough for him to fully focus on the beautiful lady he had to impress.

The set went well. It went great, because not long after leaving the stage, Charles the butler found Shawn and led him up to Sapphire’s bedroom. Shawn didn’t get to see much of the party, but that was very, one hundred percent okay.

Most of the mansion's interior was baby pink, but this was an overload. Shawn wandered around the large, pink bedroom as he waited. The walls were made of soft pink felt, and there was a large, sparkling chandelier hanging from the ceiling. The desk against the wall was the same color, along with the laptop and picture frames sat on the surface. The photos in the frames were only of the girl he was waiting for. There was no room for modesty apparently. Shawn was never not going to think of the birthday girl whenever he saw this color.

He went over to the king size bed, draped with the softest velvet covers he's ever felt. The headboard was a metallic pink… with bars. Shawn couldn't deny how exciting that felt. He really couldn't believe someone as breathtakingly attractive as Sapphire could possibly want him.

"Didn't know it was my birthday," he mumbled with a smirk.

"What was that?" a soft, female voice said from behind him.

Shawn jumped as he turned around. There stood the birthday girl, Sapphire, blue eyes wide and expectant.

"Uh, I, I didn't hear you come in," he stammered. Way to keep your cool.

She smiled warmly, fixing the silk robe she was wearing. She was quick to get out of her tight little party outfit, but she still had that sparkly tiara resting on her head. Shawn couldn’t help but notice the perky little nipples poking through the thing material, only adding to the burn in his pants.

Wordlessly, Sapphire moved past Shawn and crawled onto the bed, letting him get a view of her ass. He was about to follow, but her high heel clad foot landed gently on his chest, stopping him.

"Take off your clothes," she ordered, her voice still soft.

Shawn had a feeling he shouldn't challenge her, even though that was something he grew to love and get off on. As he unbuttoned his shirt, he felt his face and chest grow warm; Sapphire's gaze was intimidating, she didn't even blink. She looked at his face, trailing down his body as he removed more of his performance clothes. Her tongue peeked out of the corner of her mouth as she watched him drop his briefs and step out of them. Shawn felt mildly embarrassed that he was already hard, but just looking at Sapphire's pretty features made him this way. She already possessed him without even doing a single thing.

And somehow, he couldn't tell if she wanted to fuck him or eat him.

"Don't be shy," Sapphire told him as she curled her finger to get him to join her.

She moved to the side and patted the center of the mattress. Shawn crawled onto the surface and lied down against the pillows. The velvet sheets felt incredibly soft against his skin, heightening his senses.

Sapphire traced the butterfly tattoo on his bicep. The tip of her manicured fingernail left a tiny trail of fire on Shawn's skin.

"I'm so glad you were able to sing at my party," she told him. "And I'm glad you stayed."

"Me too," Shawn replied, trying to keep his voice steady. "Really, really glad."

"I can tell." She glanced down his body, making him blush.

Shawn really wanted to touch her, feel her, learn what makes her tick. He couldn't wait any longer, and it made him feel incredibly juvenile. He hasn't been so easily wound up since his university days.

"Saph-" he tried to say but a finger went over his lips.

"Shh, I know, baby boy." She leaned in close, her nose touching his ear. "I know what you want." Then she gently cupped his chin and turned his head towards hers. "I just need to know how far you're willing to go."

Shawn could barely hear himself. "As far as you want."

Sapphire's glossy pink lips curved up as she leaned in closer. Shawn closed his eyes, taking in her intoxicating flowery scent, craning his neck in the slightest, and then he felt her lips press the quickest kiss on his cheek.

He didn't even have time to breathe before she was straddling his thighs. Smooth hands went up his torso and rested on his broad shoulders, and she was hovering over him. Shawn lifted his hands to cup her pretty face, but she was much faster than him. Sapphire grabbed his wrists and pinned them down.

"No touching," she told him, her voice still soft and borderline innocent. "Understand?"

Shawn nodded, swallowing the lump in his throat.

She cupped his chin once again, her blue eyes piercing his brown ones. "Use your words."

"I understand."

"Good boy." She patted his cheek. Then, she moved down his body, to his hard cock.

Breathing out, Shawn braced himself for what was about to happen. His eyes fluttered shut as a soft, warm tongue ran up the length, and then his whole cock was engulfed by her soft mouth. His immediate instinct was to place his hands in Sapphire's hair, but he had to follow her single rule. But she also had a lot of pretty blonde hair, and it was covering her face. Shawn couldn't see her mouth move on him, and he really wanted to.

Just as he lifted his hand, Sapphire sat up again, taking in a breath. She looked Shawn in the eyes as she wiped the corner of her mouth.

"I know you wanna touch me," she muttered. "But you'll have to prove that you're gonna listen to me."

He nodded rapidly, and then she was going down on him again. Shawn breathed out a soft moan at the feeling, his fingers curling around the silk sheets. It felt amazing, way too good to be real. His toes curled as he felt her mouth suction lightly, tingles spreading all throughout his body. Tiny little whimpers came out of him as the tingles persisted, causing Sapphire's blue eyes to flicker up to him as she pulled off once again.

"You are so cute," she said, reaching up to cup his chin. "Most guys don't like to make little noises like that. Keep it up."

He couldn't stop the sounds even if he tried.

Sapphire sat up and turned her body, straddling Shawn's thighs. She pushed her robe back from the bottom, letting the smooth material spread over her partner's torso. Shawn felt his cock on her ass, and resisted the urge to move his hips up. He had to be good, had to do exactly what she said.

"So, what do you prefer, little one?" she asked, moving her ass back and rubbing against his cock. "I'm on the pill, but I have condoms here if you want that."

"Mm, no condom," he answered a little too quickly, feeling the need for relief.

Her head turned, so he could see her perfectly sculpted eyebrow quirk a little bit. Then, she sat up on her knees, taking hold of the base and swiftly sinking down on it. She let out a little hiss, and remained still in that position.

"You oka-" Shawn almost got out before choking on his words.

Sapphire very quickly recovered and started bouncing on him. For a moment, the only sound was their skin slapping together, until she pinched his thigh.

“Where are my little sounds, little one?” she asked between pants.

Shawn found himself blushing yet again. What was with that nickname? What did that say about what she thought of him? He was about to ask, but he saw the back of Sapphire’s robe fall, exposing her skin. She was naked under that little robe, and she wasn’t letting him see anything. It was a tease, and only drove him further, causing a little moan to bubble past his mouth.

“That’s it,” she praised, leaning forward on her hands so as to get better leverage. She was practically twerking on his cock, making him want to grab the plump cheeks.

Obscene noises of their skin slapping and Shawn's moaning filled up the room. Sapphire was incredibly talented with her hips, keeping the rhythm steady, and she didn't stop or slow down. The coil in Shawn's abdomen was tightening more and more every minute, making his heart race and his breath hitch.

He rested his hands behind his head, eyes squeezed shut from the feeling. Fuel to the fire were Sapphire's first sounds of the evening. Shawn picked his head up and noticed her arm moving rhythmically in front of her, and he immediately knew what she was doing. God, he wanted see that, and she probably knew that too. She probably picked this position on purpose.

Even after a shaky orgasm, Shawn was still thinking about the ways he wanted to take her. All the things he wanted to do with her. His body was weak and sweaty, and he was catching his breath while Sapphire fixed her robe and plopped down next to him.

Like Kat, she still looked well put together, like all she did was go for a casual stroll. Not even sweating or panting. Sapphire did all the work and all she did was dab at her leftover lip gloss with her finger afterwards.

Shawn was a little confused at this. Why was he the only fucked out mess here? He lifted a hand, his fingers gently touching Sapphire's blonde locks to get her attention.

"Was that good for you?" he asked.

She nodded with a smile. "You did everything right, babe." Then, she took his arm and wrapped it around her shoulders, and she lied her head on his chest. "Hell, I might even keep you here a bit longer than planned."

Whatever the fuck that meant, Shawn didn't really give a shit. Looking down at the beautiful socialite in his arms, he realized he wasn't prepared to leave either. And he certainly wasn't thinking of Brian, or his ex-girlfriend.

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shawn meets... | isabella(2)

SUMMARY: in the life of a rockstar, shawn mendes comes across some unique people. sometimes, things stray from the norm. (AU, shawn x every one of my oc’s)(continuation/spin off of goth gf)

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In the end, they had it coming. Two stubborn hearts couldn’t figure this out. Fire and earth just didn’t mix in the long run.

“Come with me,” Shawn said, but he couldn’t hear himself, the fear of the worst settling in.

But… would this be the worst? Things were now happening that were big. Bigger than Shawn, bigger than his relationship with Ann. It was painful, having to come to that realization, but it was true. True, but not easy in the slightest.

Ann had a serious look in her eyes. She was always serious, but this was different. “I can’t.”

“Why not?” Shawn was quickly frustrated. He wouldn’t go down without a fight.

“Because I can’t just follow you around,” she replied, folding her arms, looking around Shawn’s half empty apartment. “Maybe if I didn’t have so much stuff to do out here. I still have to finish school. I still have a job.”

There were cracks forming in Shawn’s heart. He knew this was coming, he knew she wasn’t the type to just be in his shadow, which would be inevitable of she followed him on this insane journey. His attempts were feeble. “What about online classes? I, I have money coming in, I can pay for them. We can find you a job in the crew somewhere.”

Ann sighed heavily and got up from the couch. “It’s not that. Well… that’s part of it. Look, it’s one thing for your life to be out in public for everyone to see. You’re the star, you’re the one everyone cares about. But there are people who will get invested in your friends’ lives, and your family’s too. And mine. And that’s not what I signed up for. Can you understand that?”

It was silent as Shawn took in her words. He paced around the living room, stopping and facing the corner where Henry’s cat condo used to be. A sacrifice he had to make, he had to take the cat back to the shelter because no one he knew could take her in. And, like Ann said, Shawn had to give up his privacy too. He had to drop out of school, which wasn’t so bad, and he quit the flower shop, which was difficult to do without feeling emotional about it. But this… this may be the hardest sacrifice to make, because he was fighting hard against it, trying to find any way around it.

“Why can’t you do this for me?” he asked, turning back to her. “I’ve done a lot for you, Annalise. I’ve done everything I can to make you happy, and you won’t do this one thing for me.”

“Because it’s a lot to ask,” she said, sounding hurt. “And I asked you to support me when I was in a depressive episode. I didn’t ask you to give up practically your whole life! I worked hard to get here, I can’t just give it up!”

Shawn wanted to snap at her. Yell, get angry. But a cold sting went through his heart. He stepped closer to her, his voice soft. “Then ask me to stay.”

Ann sighed, reaching up to cup his face. “If I didn’t love you so much, I would.”

“I’m sorry people won’t mind their business. But that comes with the job.”

“That doesn’t make it okay. People are stalking your sister too. Doesn’t that freak you out?”

“Of course it does. But my parents are monitoring her social media. She doesn’t like it, but it’s a sacrifice.” Shawn held her wrist and kissed the palm of her hand. “I really want to do this. I never thought this opportunity would come, but I don’t wanna lose you in the process.”

Wordlessly, Ann shifted her hand so their fingers were intertwined and down at their sides. “I’m not stopping you. That’s what I’m doing for you. Besides, you’d drop me in an instant if it meant you got to do this a million times.”

Shawn had tears in his eyes because she was right. He leaned in and gently kissed her lips, lingering for a moment. When he pulled back, he sniffed. “I’m not dropping you. You’re choosing to sit this out.”

Ann thought for a moment, looking down. Her voice wavered as she spoke. “I guess I am…”

“Ann… Annalise, please…”

There was a clattering sound followed by a string of swear words. Shawn’s eyelids were heavy and puffy as he woke up. After blinking away some of the grogginess, he realized he was lying on a couch too small for his height. He was in an apartment he didn’t recognize. He sat up slowly, minding the headache and stomachache.

It was too dark apart from the sunlight poking out of the corners of the dark curtains on the windows. Shawn could barely make out a long table with many trinkets against the wall. There was a stupidly large fireplace as well.

Then, someone popped up from behind the couch. “Hey! Remember me?”

Shawn masked the surprise and rapid heartbeat. “Uh, Bella…”

“Isabella,” she corrected, hopping over the backrest to sit next to him. She was incredibly energetic and bubbly. “Alright?”

Honestly, he felt that gaping hole in his chest once again. He thought he did well at letting it heal during that first year being single, but that dream was so vivid. It wasn’t even a dream, it’s what happened all those years ago.

“Hungover,” he answered, reaching for the water on the coffee table. That helped the dryness in his throat, but did nothing for the body aches.

“Yeah, we went to another club after eating,” Isabella explained, sounding way too positive. “And we lost your bodyguard as well. But I called him on your phone, your people should be here soon!”

“Well, thank you. Thanks for not ditching me. I don’t remember anything after the burger joint.”

“Of course, we’re friends now, stranger!”

He grinned. “It’s Shawn.”

Isabella chuckled. “I know. I just like calling your stranger.”

“So you knew the whole time, eh?”

She smacked his arm. “You keep doing that, I might think Canada actually exists!”

“I’ll take you there one day. Then you’ll see.”

The two of them laughed, but Isabella quickly broke the mood.

“Who’s Ann?”

Shawn’s smile fell. “Where-”

“You talk in your sleep. Kept saying her name. Just wondering, is all.”

He really thought he outgrew that little inconvenience. Life on the tour bus at the beginning was stressful for everyone who slept on it. With a sigh, he answered Isabella’s question. “She’s an ex from my college life. It’s… I haven’t thought about her in a long time.” Lie. “Don’t know why I dreamt about her.”

Isabella tilted her head. “Then why do you look so sad?”

Shawn snapped. "How do you do that?"

"Do what?" she asked, mimicking his exasperated tone.

"That! You just… call out every one of my emotions on the nose! Is it that obvious or something?"

She blinked. "I just call it as I see it. I guess it's from life experience. I'm much older than I look."

Shawn scoffed. "I'm two years older than you. Maybe more, if you're actually lying about being twenty four."

Isabella chewed the inside of her lip. "Well… I'm not twenty four."

Horror fell over Shawn's face. "What are you, sixteen?"

"No!"

"Seventeen? You can't be older than eighteen!"

Isabella made a sound that indicated her annoyance. "Fuck no! I hated being eighteen and I hate being in this eighteen year old body!"

If Shawn hadn't met the people he did earlier this year he would have been very confused. Well, he still was, but his next question wasn't too far off. "You're not six hundred years old or something, are you?"

"I'm forty five!" Isabella raised her voice as she got to her feet. She paced back and forth. "I'm forty fucking five years old and I'm stuck in my eighteen year old body! That's the age my body dramatically slowed down!"

This wasn't exactly impossible to believe, given that all that shit is actually real. But Shawn was still confused, ruling out every mythical creature he knew of in his head.

"What are you?" he asked.

Her brow furrowed, like she wasn't expecting such a calm question. She stopped her pacing and looked him in the eyes.

"Part witch, part vampire." She sighed. "I was attacked when I was fourteen. I should technically be immortal, a full vampire. Should have lost my magical abilities. I still don't know what happened in the process, but I age very slowly. I'll look forty when I'm eighty."

Shawn nodded and listened, putting all the pieces together. "So, that wand. The nerd club. Your eyes…"

"You're not hallucinating."

"And you said you know Harry Potter? You weren't in the books or movies."

She smiled. "You reminded me, I still have a bone to pick with someone."

Out of all the surprises Shawn received this last year, this was probably the most pleasant. Still bewildering, still batshit crazy. But to think something he actually grew up on and loved as a kid was real...

"Can you prove you're a witch?" he asked, narrowing his eyes.

"Kinda already did," she replied, turning sheepish. "I Imperiused and Confunded your bodyguard last night so we could keep talking."

"I - alright…" All of this shouldn't have clicked as well as it did. No wonder Jake was so passive.

Isabella pulled her wand from her boot and looked down at it. "I have the power to detect emotions. That's why I know it's guilt and loss in your heart. I've been able to cross my vampire abilities with my magical ones. Watch…"

She took Shawn's hand and shut her eyes. He watched her face and her wand, only to feel a tingling sensation where their skin touched. Then, Isabella traced the tip of her wand along the surface of the coffee table, and a flower appeared out of thin air. Shawn couldn't make it up, it was right there.

Isabella let go of his hand with a small gasp and then wiped at the corner of her eye. "Wow…"

Shawn had many questions, looking back and forth between her and the flower. His mouth was open, but nothing coherent was able to come out. He just witnessed actual magic.

"You've either experienced a lot of loss in your life, or a recent loss," Isabella said, her voice suddenly soft. "God, you're so sad."

"You, you felt it?" was all Shawn could muster at a moment like this.

She nodded. "Like it was my own. So, which is it? A lot or recent? Was it Ann?"

The excitement in his face fell as the sad feelings rushed forward. "No. My best friend, Brian. He died this past February." He cleared his throat as he felt the immediate burning sensation. "Uh, so what's with the flower?"

"You tell me," she said after a moment of silence. "The few people I've done this with always gets something different. Something important to them, or something that's been deeply ingrained. A symbol of sorts."

"Well…" Shawn gazed down at the flower, observing the round shape the petals created and the deep maroon color. "Flowers can mean lots of things. Can symbolize things we can't put into words. That's a chrysanthemum."

Isabella perked up. "Oh! I know a thing! Chrysanthemums represent… oh."

"Oh?" Shawn repeated. "Go on."

"Grief and lamentation."

He paused. "Wait, but I'm not like that all the time. Flowers, yeah, they're important to me for a lot of reasons, but grieving? I wasn't always like that."

"Well… Brian was your best friend, right? He was a very recent loss, so everything you are has been altered, and I imagine you're still figuring out how to deal with it all. So maybe it won't always be a chrysanthemum."

Only someone who's lived a lot of life could come up with something like that.

"Can I ask how he died?" Isabella's bold, assertive voice was gentler than ever.

Shawn nearly spilled the made up version. Brian went into Sapphire's mansion and fell down two flights of stairs and through a glass table that ended up snapping his neck, killing him instantly. He never met anyone he could actually confide the real truth to.

"You know Sapphire's assistant?" Shawn began, ready to tell the long tale in great detail, explain the things he saw, and the things the girls turned out to be.

But Isabella gasped, already catching on. "She was in a frenzy, wasn't she?"

Shawn nodded, surprised. "She tried going after me too sometime after the funeral. Threw my rosary in her face to fend her off."

"Dude… No wonder you're so sad. It's so much more than loss. It was murder."

"Yeah." And it was his fault. The roles should have been reversed. “She didn’t even seem sorry about it, about killing Brian.”

Isabella sighed. “Kat carries a lot on her shoulders. Six hundred years worth of baggage. But she won’t be sorry about how she sustains herself.”

“And Sapphire too!” Shawn continued. “I know now she’s hosting a demon part time, but she doesn’t need a demon to be such a…”

“Yeah… she does that. Making empty promises, making you feel special, only to drop you the moment things get tough. Besides, she’s as loyal to Kat as Kat is to her.”

“Sapphire really is kind of a brat. I made excuses for her, but now… The hell was I thinking?”

The other girl chuckled. “She was like that even in school.”

Shawn thought for a moment. “Didn’t you go to Hogwarts?”

“Yeah. Then I went to a different school. It’s literally a whole other story.”

He nodded, and it went silent again. He looked down at the coffee table, his thoughts consuming him once again.

Isabella watched his face for a moment. “So where does guilt come into all of this?”

He was hoping she wouldn’t ask, but it spilled out of Shawn like vomit. “Brian and I fought. The last conversation I had with him was an argument. I said he was being a dick and told him to fuck off. He went to Sapphire’s house to apologize to me, but Kat got to him first.” He paused, clearing his throat. “He died because he was trying to find me. He died because I wanted to keep a girl to myself. If I had just let him have her, he’d still be here.”

“Hey, no. It’s not your fault that a six hundred year old vampire hasn’t learned to control her thirst,” Isabella said. "There’s nothing you could have done either. Fragile human against the living dead, it’s not contest. Besides, once the bite is there, there’s no going back. You either die or you become one of us.”

Shawn groaned. “Don’t say that.”

“Look, I know how you feel. I've lost my own friends time and time again. Never really stops, the pain. You'll never not turn your head, expecting to see them at your side. But it hurts a little less as time goes on."

He nodded, wiping at the corner of his eye. "Doesn't really feel that way."

She clasped him on the back. "I know. It's been almost thirty years since mine have gone. Hurts, but I can live with it now. Just a bit of time will put you… almost right."

Shawn just wants to be put back together. Or go back to when Brian was alive. When they were in college, and everything was okay. When vampires and demons and witches were just stories and Halloween decorations. Ignorance is bliss.

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but i’ll show you my teeth | shawn mendes

chapter 7/?, university au, shawn x goth oc

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“Did you do this?” Shawn asked in a stern tone. “Don’t give me that look, I asked you a question!”

Henry was sat on top of the couch cushion, green eyes wide but generally indifferent. She gave exactly zero fucks about the mangled, chewed up phone charger that Shawn was holding up. She meowed and stood on all fours, getting ready to jump off the furniture.

“Don’t talk back to me!” he scolded. “You know you’re not supposed to touch this!”

The cat jumped off the couch and ran into the recording room. Then, a fit of giggling came from the bathroom, and out came Alessia. “You sound funny when you try to be a disappointed parent.”

“I’m trying! I’m still a new dad!” Shawn said as he tossed the charger onto the table and plopped down on the couch.

Alessia giggled even more as she sat next to him. “Didn’t you get her some toys or a scratching post? She’s gotta get her ya-yas out somehow.”

“Her what?” He chuckled, though the thought hadn’t occurred to him.

“I said what I said! And yeah, she needs things like that, otherwise she’ll scratch up the couch! Or worse, your guitars.”

The humor was suddenly gone. Shawn grabbed his laptop from the table and went to Amazon. “Okay, this shit better be here tomorrow.”

He could tell that Alessia was watching him through his peripherals, and he tried not to notice. She was a looker, meaning she stared quite a lot. Shawn wasn’t sure if it was only he who fell victim to this stare, and he wasn’t sure what it meant if he was. Alessia was very nice to him, she was his friend after all...

“How are your classes?” he asked as he browsed through various cat toys, keeping his eyes on the screen.

“I’ve gained at least one friend in every class,” she replied, running her fingers through her curly locks, “so I’m not suffering through coursework alone. Everyone I talk to seems to know you.”

“Really? That’s crazy,” Shawn mindlessly said.

“Some of them ask if I’m your girlfriend.”

That made him pause his typing. His eyes were still on the screen, but he wasn’t seeing cat condos anymore. Then he breathed out a laugh. “That’s funny. Wonder if people ask Ann the same thing.”

“Well, she’s not exactly easy to approach. One wrong look and she might shoot you on sight.” Alessia stuck her tongue out.

“You’re not wrong. Does she talk to you at all?” He was genuinely curious. The few times Shawn saw Ann and Alessia in the same vicinity they hardly acknowledged each other. He did want his girlfriend to know all of his friends, after all.

Alessia shifted in her seat. “I think she... tolerates me.”

Shawn couldn’t help but smile. “Yeah, she’s like that. You can’t tell at first, but trust me, when she warms up to you, you will know.”

“How did you know?”

“She kissed me on the first date.”

“Oh, cool, so I’ll just wait for her to plant one on me.”

“Ha! You wish!”

The only sound in the room after that was Shawn clicking the keys on his laptop, placing an order for a cat condo and several toys. Then, Alessia spoke again, and something about her voice and the general air in the room changed.

“Wouldn’t it be easier if she just told you straight up?”

Shawn almost laughed, but he caught onto the sudden change. It would most definitely be easier if Ann practiced what she preached.

“Seriously,” Alessia went on. “Not to be mean, but I cannot figure out how you two came to be. You’re so… open and friendly and very likeable. She’s your literal opposite. Wouldn’t you rather be with someone who gets you?”

Honest to god, Shawn thought about that before. He thought about the qualities Ann had that he could do without, and how much easier things would be. She was so stubborn, and easily provoked. So was Shawn, but he knew better than to pick a fight. She’s a flight risk who will run at the first sign of trouble, while Shawn will sit down and talk about it for hours if he has to. She’ll nag him to do simple things like clean his apartment so his mother wouldn’t have to. She really didn’t want him talking about her to other people, like she was some dirty secret. Ann doesn’t want people to know her, while Shawn wanted to tell everybody about her. Ann bottled up her feelings, and Shawn aggressively felt his and didn’t care who saw.

He also knew it was selfish to think that way, and besides, he didn’t get into this relationship because it was easy.

“What are you trying to get at?” he asked as he closed his laptop. He finally looked at the girl next to him, like she better think about what she’ll say next.

Alessia didn’t falter her gaze, her brown eyes boring into his. “I’m saying, she’s not the only person who has eyes for you. You’re… you’re something else, rockstar.” Her hand fell onto his arm, and she offered a smile.

The two of them stared at each other for a hot minute before Shawn felt a fuse blow in his brain, making him lose his speech. He couldn’t explain the warm feeling in his chest or the smile that was growing on his lips. He didn’t know why his skin was tingling where Alessia was touching him.

That feeling lasted about ten seconds before reality went down the back of his neck like cold water. His expression turned serious as he pulled his arm away.

“Annalise is still my girlfriend,” he said firmly.

The look on Alessia’s face was obvious disappointment that she failed to cover up. She looked down at her lap, brows furrowed. “Sleeping with her twice a month doesn’t make her your girlfriend.”

“Look, I’m sorry if I accidentally led you on-”

“It’s not that.” Alessia looked up again, pursing her lips. “You’re just doing what she wants. You told me before that you didn’t want this break, did she even consider that? Did she ask you what you want? Or did she just wake up one day and decide to push you away?”

Shawn leaned in towards her, a hard look on his face. “You don’t know what you’re talking about. You don’t know anything about Ann. Or me, if that’s how you think of me.”

“I know enough,” she snapped. “I know enough to see that that crazy goth chick is not good for you! She doesn’t want anything to do with you, it’s like she dumped you without actually dumping you!”

“I don’t think I should listen to you anymore.” Shawn got up from the couch, trying to cool his temper. If it was anyone else, he would have ripped their head off for talking such shit about his girl.

“Why? Because I have feelings for you it makes everything I say invalid?”

“Because you don’t know anything about why she and I are doing this!” Shawn harshly told her.

“So enlighten me!” Alessia raised her voice, jumping to her feet.

“I can’t! She won’t let me!”

She scoffed, astounded. An annoyed smile was on her face as she shook her head. “If you can’t see why that sentence is fucked up…”

Shawn sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose. He really did value and respect Ann’s privacy, but if it was making him look like he was her bitch... He needed to explain, so he did. He talked about Ann's chronic stomach issues, the trip to the hospital, and everything leading up to the separation.

Alessia listened, a serious look still on her face. “Okay, I didn’t know that. Never would have guessed just by looking at her, and I’m sorry that happened. I get that you worry about her."

"And she thinks us being apart will make me worry less," Shawn said, "but it doesn't. I just wanna know where she is, what she's up to. It's killing me, not being able to see her whenever I want."

"That's what I don't understand. Why would she just push you away when you need each other the most?" She began to ramble. "I mean, doesn't she see how loved she is? Does she not realize how goddamn lucky she is? Doesn't she know that the second she drops you, someone else will be there to pick you right back up?"

Shawn felt his face and chest warm up. He didn't know what to say to that.

Alessia's eyes met his and then darted away, cheeks flushing. "But my point still stands. She’s just messing with your feelings and your head even more by keeping you around this way."

"I know." He sighed. "I keep thinking she’ll come to me one day and break it off altogether. She’s the quiet type, but she hasn’t been this quiet with me in a long time. I don’t want it to be over.”

"You’re obviously gonna do whatever you want. But while you may not want it to be a breakup, you may need it to be.”

“Can I still win at any game ever if I’m high?” That was the only concern Annalise had as she walked through the doors of Bart that night. She had Patrick on her arm, and he was just as stoned.

Their pregame for the Bart adventure involved Patrick’s pen, and they both took pretty big hits before ordering their Lyft. Annalise felt surprisingly okay, given that she hadn’t smoked in a very long time. In fact, she felt fantastic. Her heart and soul felt light and fluffy… if souls are even real. Or if they are able to feel fluffy.

The two of them spotted Josh, Paul, and Chad at the bar. There were plenty of partygoers in the vicinity, so spirits were high, and plenty of spirits were being consumed. Annalise actively kept her face neutral as she approached the group, her arm linked with Patrick’s.

“You look constipated,” Chad said to her over the booming rock music.

“No you!” Annalise replied, poking his shoulder.

Chad smiled and placed his hand over where she touched him.

“Where are your bros?” Patrick asked him.

“Kyle is on a health kick, so he couldn’t come, and Jared is at a civil disobedience meeting,” Chad explained.

“At this hour?” Josh asked incredulously. “It’s almost midnight!”

“Making the world a better and safer place has no bedtime.”

“He’s right, you know,” Annalise piped up, poking his shoulder again.

Chad glanced at her again, still beaming as he took a sip of his beer.

“So, drinks?” Patrick said, flagging down the bartender.

He ordered a Sapporo, while Annalise stuck with water. She downed a whole glass to deal with her cotton ball mouth. Water never tasted so good. Music never sounded so freaking pretty. The sounds were seeping into every cell of her body. She felt like a ghost but she felt so alive at the same time. She didn’t realize how much she missed getting high like this.

After the first round of drinks, Alessia entered the bar. She had a dopey smile on her face as she looked around the vicinity, and she waved when she spotted her group. “Hiiii!”

The guys cheered, raising their glasses, and Alessia flipped hair and nearly tripped in response. She grabbed hold of the edge of the bar before she could face plant onto the hardwood.

“I knew I was gonna be late,” she spoke, “so I caught up before I left my dorm.”

“Damn, Alessia knows how it’s done!” Paul said, impressed.

She held up a peace sign and then ordered a round of shots from the bar. Meanwhile, the Nice Guys claimed a spot at the bar where Mario Kart was set up on the N64. The game was being projected on the blank wall above the bar, and the two boys were sucked in right away. Chad went over and joined them, not before giving Alessia one last glance.

“Oh, there’s Smash on the Gamecube over there!” Patrick pointed to the other end of the bar. He gestured for the only two girls to follow, and they sat on the stools in front of the controllers.

They fell into a five minute battle that seemed to take five hours. Annalise had her eyes comically wide as she tried to focus on winning.

Her Link was launched off the stage by Alessia’s Kirby. Then, she was knocked out by Patrick’s Captain Falcon. Okay, so Annalise had to focus on not dying. The colors and the sounds were just so vibrant and pretty, it was hard not being consumed by them.

Patrick won that round, and he was pleased with himself. “Beat you again, Flowers!”

“Whomst?” Alessia asked, looking around at the bar.

“It’s my last name,” Annalise said. “Flores, Spanish for Flowers.”

Her mouth dropped open. “Dude, that’s so cute and makes you less intimidating!”

“Dude, I know! I’m a bad bitch with a soft interior.”

“Hm, no wonder Shawn likes you.” Alessia patted her arm and then called the bartender, who had her plate of shots ready.

Annalise felt her heart shoot for the stars at the sound of his name. She placed her elbows on the bar surface and covered her mouth with her hands. Shawn is fucking beautiful… sculpted by Aphrodite herself… or something like Aphrodite. Fuck, he’s pretty. Fuck, he’s so fucking pretty.

“I got shots!” Alessia announced as she gestured to the plate of tiny glasses that seemed to come out of nowhere. Then she turned to the other side of the bar. “Hey, guys!”

The other three boys came over, clearly interested. Each of them took their own glass, along with Patrick. Annalise denied her glass, claiming she was fine with what she was already on.

“Oh yeah, you got a sensitive tummy!” Alessia said with a gasp. “Don’t want you in the hospital again!”

The group clinked their glasses and downed the strong liquid. Alessia took the leftover one as well, not showing any signs of slowing down. Annalise watched her, mildly surprised by her statement. How did she know about that?”

A belch came out of Alessia as she sat on the stool again. She swung from side to side contently, while Annalise continued to stare.

“Alright, I’m going outside for a smoke,” Patrick told them as he reached into his leather jacket and stepped outside.

Neither woman had any response. The Nice Guys and Chad went back to their side of the bar, leaving them alone. Annalise forgot what she was doing.

“I hung out with your mans today,” Alessia slurred. “Alone. In his apartment.”

“Henry wasn’t there?” Annalise replied, pouting.

“Oh yeah… I guess we weren’t alone. Anyways, he told me you were in the hospital and almost died! You’re such a strong lady, dude!”

If she was sober, Annalise would have felt her blood boil. But instead, her blood felt like cotton candy, so all she did was blink at the other girl. Her lash band was poking the corner of her eye.

“Oh, I also came onto him,” she continued, resting her chin in her hand. “Don’t know if you’ll hear about that, but you should know he’s obsessed with you. Like, I’m not even sure it’s healthy.”

Annalise still had a dumb look on her face, mouth open and blinking slowly. She processed every word, but all emotions were numbed out, so she really didn’t know what to do. She was looking at a girl who apparently hit on her boyfriend. What do?

“So, ladies,” said Chad, who had apparently approached them. “We having a good time?”

“I was,” Alessia said, her mood shifting completely. “But I just puked up stuff I wasn’t supposed to puke up. I��m gonna go see if Patrick has any extra smokes.”

She slid off the stool and went for the door. Annalise prodded at her fake eyelash, suddenly bothered by the itch.

“Annie,” Chad said, taking the empty seat.

“No!” she snapped.

“Ann?”

“Yes?”

He chuckled. “Okay, Ann. I gotta ask, are you single now? Haven’t seen you with your singer for a minute now.”

She looked at him with blank eyes. “Good question.”

Chad quirked a bushy eyebrow. “I’ll take that as a maybe. Are you guys seeing other people?”

Well… someone wants to see him. He was alone with another girl. This was just logic. Annalise tilted her head as she tried to figure that out. “Good… question?”

He let out another laugh. “You’re cute. You know, for a goth chick.”

“I’m a fucking catch.”

“You are. It’s a damn shame he didn’t see that. You’re so mysterious and beautiful. So strong. It’s his loss, really.”

Annalise nodded, still half lost in her static mind.

“Why don’t you smile more?” Chad asked her. “I bet I could make you smile.”

That caused a visceral reaction from deep within her body. “You smile, asshole!”

However, it was taken as a joke. He only moved in closer. “You’ll be smiling with my head between your legs.”

Normally, she would have stormed off, but Annalise only sighed. “Is that the only reason why you’re talking to me?”

He tilted his head in an almost condescending way. “Hey, you know I think you’re beautiful. And I never go out to a bar without getting some. I think you’re the same way.”

“Well, you’re wrong. You ain’t getting shit from me!”

“Oh, come on! All the other girls here saw me hanging out with some dorks, so they won’t talk to me! And Alessia looked like she wanted to shoot herself! You’re my last chance!”

Annalise laughed out loud, harder than necessary. “I promise you she doesn’t want you either!” She knew the high was starting to wear off, because the emotions were coming back with a vengeance. But she knew better than to start something in a public place. She stood up, but Chad grabbed her wrist.

“Hey-” he tried to say, but he received the palm of her hand on his nose before he could even blink. He staggered back in his seat, letting go of her to clutch his bleeding nose. “Ow! You’re fucking crazy!”

“Don’t put your fucking hands on me again,” she hissed, and she stepped away just as the bouncers came over to assess the scene. “Don’t worry, I’m kicking myself out!” she snapped as she speed walked out the door.

She spotted Patrick at a nearby planter, cigarette lit in his mouth. Next to him was Alessia, who was squatting down in front of the planter. She was retching and gagging loudly.

“You still got your pen?” Annalise asked. The emotions were definitely coming back. A lump of severe discomfort was forming in her stomach as she listened to the other girl hack her guts out.

Patrick nodded and pulled the device from his pocket. Annalise took a hit, knowing she would be the one to drag Alessia back to safety. She just didn’t want to be pissed off or anxious as she did it.

“We should go,” she said in the middle of blowing out the smoke. “I punched Chad and I’m worried he might come out here and kill me.”

The cigarette nearly fell out of Patrick’s mouth. “What the fuck? What did he do? I can kill him first!”

Annalise shook her head. “It’s best we leave. Alessia’s probably gonna need help getting back to her dorm anyway.”

“‘M fine,” she mumbled before heaving again.

“I’ll call a Lyft,” Patrick said as he pulled out his phone.

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bonus: hell of a night | shawn mendes

bonus. university au, shawn x goth oc

AN: the smut briefly mentioned in chapter 6. use of (1) toy and unprotected sex. if ur new here, this is apart of my goth gf series, so you don’t have to read the whole series to understand but it would be cool if you did lulz

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Neither Shawn nor Annalise tried to fool themselves this time around. They knew they weren't going to talk about what they've been up to these last two weeks. They certainly weren't fighting anymore either, they both apologized for the last one they had. Annalise promised to communicate more if Shawn promised to give her space. It was okay for now.

It was so okay, that earlier in the morning, Shawn sent a cheeky "can't wait to see you" text, which only set the tone for what was going to come. Annalise sent back a sneak peek of the hot pink lace under her shirt, confirming the events.

That hot pink set was even sexier in person, now that Annalise was splayed out on Shawn's bed. They had locked themselves in his bedroom the moment she got there, stripping each other down to their underwear. Shawn gently kissed down to her hips, his teeth grazing the hem of her panties. He nosed the prominent scars on her belly, smirking when he heard her breath hitch. He couldn't help but lean into her fingers that tangled into his hair, already losing himself in her everything.

Annalise was trying not to arch her back, it would only send him further down her body. As much as she loved getting eaten out, she didn't plan for that today.

"I brought something," she told him, running her hands down the back of his neck.

Shawn picked his head up, eyebrows raised. "You brought something, eh?"

She nodded, her cheeks immediately heating up. Nerves formed in her stomach, and she couldn't help but giggle. Honestly, she should have brought this up sooner, but she couldn't find a way to talk about it over text. Given what’s been going on with them lately, she felt a little bad asking anything of him.

"What is it?" he asked as he sat up, holding his hand out so he could help her do the same. He was smiling, clearly interested in whatever she had to offer.

"Just something I thought we could have fun with, if you want. Um, can you get me my bag?"

"Yeah." Shawn reached down to the floor, where the small black backpack lay by the bed. He picked it up and placed it on the mattress in front of Annalise.

Hesitantly, she zipped it open and reached inside the biggest pocket, her fingers curling around the object. She saw the expectant look on Shawn's face, knowing she couldn't turn back now. With a deep breath, she pulled out a vibrator. Of course it was black, and it had flower designs all around it. It wasn't too big or too small, only about five inches. She held it up between them, letting him get a good look at it.

Shawn sort of saw that coming, but he still felt his entire body light up at the sight. A stream of dirty thoughts went through his head so fast it made him dizzy, but he had to ask, just in case this was a wild dream.

"That's yours? You use that?"

Annalise nodded, still blushing in that adorable way. "I, uh, I cleaned it before I got here. But yeah, it's mine."

He couldn't help the smirk forming on his mouth. His hands went to her thighs, thumbs rubbing the skin. "Do you use it a lot?"

"Every time I'm alone in the dorm."

He felt his cock throb in his underwear. This was already different from what they normally did. Shawn knew Annalise was frequently horny, but for some reason he didn't think she would take matters into her own hands. Why has he never thought about that before? Just the idea of her owning any kind of sex toy was really fucking hot.

Annalise dropped her bag onto the floor again, pursing her lips as she looked at him. Without another word, the two of them closed the gap and pressed their lips together feverishly. Shawn wrapped his arms around her waist, laying her on her back again. In the same moment, he gripped her thighs and hooked them around his hips, moving their bodies together. His lips went from her mouth to her jawline, and then he was whispering in her ear.

"You gonna let me watch? Show me how you make yourself feel good, hm?" He planted a kiss below her ear.

She let out a shaky breath and nodded her head. She could never say no to him like this. Her toes curled as Shawn moved his lips down to her collar bones, sucking enough to leave little red lovebites on the skin. Then he held himself up and looked down at her.

"Show me, honey."

This felt like their first time all over again in the sense that the bundle of nerves never seemed to settle down. Annalise took the toy next to her and brought it down to her crotch, trying not to focus on how close Shawn's was to that particular area. She normally teased herself over her panties, but she moved the vibrator inside as an afterthought.

Excitement was bursting in Shawn's chest as he watched her place the toy on her clit and switch it on. It was almost a tease, the pink lace covering up what was probably the best thing he's ever seen in his life. His fingers curled around her ankles, seeing her brown eyes flutter shut as she released a breath. He wanted to touch her too, maybe finger her and help her get to that place of writhing and making sexy little sounds. But he had to see her do it herself, it was way too hot for him to interrupt.

Very quickly, Annalise's body tensed up, and she let out a small whine. She squirmed and twitched, and Shawn couldn't quite tell if she already came or not. Then she pulled the toy out of her underwear and sighed deeply.

"Did you just…?" he asked her, his heart pounding.

She shook her head, panting. "The vibrations are a little intense, even on the lowest setting. Need to take a breather every so often."

"But it feels good?"

"Oh yeah." She reached down and moved her panties to the side as she ran the tip of the vibrator up and down her wet core. Her breathing hitched once again, her hips quivering slightly.

Shawn couldn't help it anymore; His hand went to the bulge in his briefs and squeezed the length. Sure, this was tame, but watching his girl unravel herself was something else and it was nearly impossible to just watch and not to get off to it. He groaned when she did, relishing in the way her body moved. He had his free hand on the side of his neck, feverishly moving down his torso. He really didn't know what to do with himself.

It went on for a good while. Annalise would let her body shake and tense up, soaking up the intense pleasure before removing the toy and letting herself breathe. Her eyes were squeezed shut the whole time, and she was chewing her lower lip. When she wasn't using the toy, her fingers would dip into her wetness and steadily finger herself, keeping the stimulation going. She really knew her own body and it was fucking radiant. Her moans became more frequent the longer she went with that pattern, and she let out that one high pitched noise that Shawn knew too well.

"Baby," he breathed out when he couldn't handle it anymore, gently taking her wrist.

Her eyes flew open and she pulled the toy away again. She seemed almost surprised, like she forgot there was another person in the room and her cheeks got even redder.

"Let me fuck you," he pleaded. "Keep using the toy, just let me fuck the shit out of you."

It didn't take long for the two of them to hurriedly pull off each other's underwear. Shawn grabbed the base of his cock and slowly inserted it into her sweet, sweet pussy. He let out a breathy moan, nearly bursting into flames as Annalise let out another high pitched noise. She brought the toy to her clit and upped the setting, her free hand tightly gripping Shawn's arm. He quickly rolled his hips, his mouth falling open as he felt the smallest vibrations around his cock. It never felt this way before, why did Annalise hold out on him for so long?

"Fuck," she moaned out, her back arching, "fuck I'm-"

She clenched around him in wonderfully steady pulses, and they both filled the room with their needy sounds. Their noses touched as they moaned into each other's mouths, and Annalise gently bit Shawn's lower lip, making him lean down to properly kiss her. His tongue tasted hers, while his cock thrust in and out of her softly. It wasn't long until she was almost frantically tapping his chest, claiming she was already spent. Shawn pulled out, his cock on her pussy, and he felt the vibration of the toy for a split second.

"Whoa," he said lowly, leaning back and sitting on his knees.

Annalise moved the toy away, sighing contently. She stretched her arms above her head and made eye contact with him, a smirk on her face. "You wanna try it?"

Shawn nearly rolled himself into the fucking sun. Feeling the vibrations while he was fucking her was one thing, he couldn't even imagine how they felt on his bare, pulsing cock. That's exactly why he took up the offer.

"Okay, lay down," Annalise told him as she sat up and scooted over, the toy still in hand.

She straddled his thighs as soon as he was on his back. He moved his hands up and down her torso, just wanting to feel her now that she was in this position. A soft breath left his mouth as her hand went around his shaft, pumping slowly. Shawn let his arms fall to his sides and shut his eyes. The anticipation increased tenfold when he heard the barely audible vibrating noise. His breath shortened as he prepared himself.

There's really no way to accurately describe what Shawn felt next. It tickled at first, since Annalise placed the toy at the base, awfully close to his balls. But then she slowly moved it up the length, and it felt good. It felt amazing, it made his toes curl. It went even higher and remained just below the head, and Shawn threw his head back, sucking in a breath. A strangled moan came out of him, his fingers curling into the sheets below him. The feeling was constant and intense, immediately shooting him to cloud nine.

“Fuck,” he whispered when the vibrations were taken away. His body relaxed and he tried to catch his breath while Annalise continued to stroke his shaft. “Holy fuck…”

“You like it?” she purred. “What if I put it here?”

The end of the vibrator touched the tip of his cock. Shawn’s voice cracked as he whined at the intensity. He struggled to keep himself grounded, gripping the sheets and wiggling his toes. He felt his thighs shake, something he didn’t think was possible in a moment like this. Then, the toy moved in little circles, making him let out repeated little moans with every movement.

It took him a moment when Annalise removed the stimulation, but Shawn exhaled rapidly and took her hand. Their fingers were wrapped around the toy, and he brought it back to the spot right below the tip.

“Right there,” he whispered.

“You want me to bring up the setting?” she asked, her thumb hovering over the switch.

Well, if he wasn’t already close…

Shawn nodded, and then his mind was blown to smithereens. He wasn’t sure if what he felt was the highest setting on the toy, but it was enough for his body to reach its limit. His mouth opened and he let out a long, strained groan as bursts of cum spilled out of his cock and onto his abdomen. The orgasm felt like it lasted forever with just how intense it was, making him tingle from the bottom of his feet, all the way to the ends of his hair.

Annalise was beside herself. She couldn’t help but lean down and flatly run her tongue up the length as it rested on Shawn’s abs. She really couldn’t stop herself from lapping up the cum around the area, and leaving wet kisses on the skin. The only thing she knew right now was that they had to do this more often.

Finally, she switched off the toy and put it aside. She lied down next to Shawn, who immediately rolled onto her and nuzzled his head on her chest. His heavy breathing was the only sound in the room, and it was oddly calming. It made Annalise want to stay longer for a change. She affectionately ran her fingers through his curls, letting the calm silence sink in.

She knew she would have to leave eventually, but she wasn’t in a rush today.

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i should be running | shawn mendes

chapter 2/?, university au, shawn x goth oc

AN: angst n smut. maybe uuuuhhhhhh lmk if you wanna see anything specific happen with these idiots?? could be smutty, angsty, or even fluffy or sumn. oh and let me know if you wanna be added/removed from the taglist.

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"He might as well have pounced on you," Patrick said, eyes on the screen of his switch. "That look in his eyes… no wonder you're in so deep."

Annalise ignored him as her King Boo threw a red shell at his Dry Bones. That was her response to his statement. Still, her cheeks went hot and red recalling the way Shawn stared her down the other night. It was practically a reflex when it comes to that guy. It didn't really help that he was literally a few yards away.

The stars had a very irritating way of aligning when Annalise and Shawn were supposed to be separated. The one time Annalise decided to hang out with a friend outside of a classroom just so happened to be the same time Shawn did the exact same thing. Not to mention, he was having another impromptu jam session with Alessia, both sat on a picnic table out in the sun. It was the same table as the one from a few nights ago, but there were more people surrounding them. Oh, and Shawn was wearing a particularly tight black tanktop, so if Annalise stared enough his way she would be able to make out the pretty tattoo on the back of his arm.

She and Patrick were sitting under the shade of the biggest tree on the courtyard, wanting to be outside, but definitely not basking in the rare sunlight. Patrick won the Mario Kart race despite Annalise's best efforts. Blame the distraction who was playing guitar and singing audibly.

"Ooo, second place, Flowers," Patrick smugly said. "You've lost your edge."

"Oh, shut up. Let's smash now," Annalise said back, closing the current game.

"Really? In front of your mans?"

She looked up at him and narrowed her eyes. "Shut the fuck up."

They had that type of banter… before Annalise was in a relationship. Before everything else. Annalise was just too flustered and distracted by Mr. Arm Muscles to join in, so she annihilated Patrick at Smash Bros for three rounds.

There was a check in every two weeks. There was only one before the semester started, and it was very quick given that Annalise and Shawn were still living under the same roof. Now that there had been some proper physical separation, it was time to do things right. Annalise still had knot after knot forming in her stomach, though. For a split second, her mind went back to diverticulitis and flashbacks of being rolled around on a gurney invaded her mind. She shook it off and marched through the parking lot.

She agreed to meet at Shawn's apartment because the semester starting meant that holes were being burnt in their wallets. They couldn't afford a simple coffee shop hang out, and it was too public for something like this, anyway.

Annalise thought it would have been too awkward for any kind of touch when Shawn answered the door. However, he immediately took her in his arms and hugged her as tight as he could. It was already very different from their last check in.

To be blunt, she really fucking missed being held in his arms. She wrapped her arms around his middle, feeling the warmth consume her whole body. She missed this so much she could cry, but she had to mask it all. Couldn't have Shawn thinking she was having second thoughts about her decision.

Shawn wasn't one to hold back, though. He leaned back and held her hands as he led her inside his place. "I missed you so much. I miss coming home to you."

Annalise didn't know what to say. Shawn's facial features were soft and completely kissable, but she resisted by letting herself into the living room. Not much had changed here in the two weeks she was gone, although she did miss playing her Switch on that huge flat screen. She was still quiet though, and it gave Shawn more room to speak.

"See, this is still like a home to you! Oh, and I still have your key, since you left it here… uh, where did I put it?"

"Shawn," she finally said before he could dash into another room and create more distractions. She nodded towards the couch so he could sit with her.

He looked at her, and his face fell a little. His shoulders hunched as he walked around to the couch. He sat next to her and looked down at his lap.

Annalise tilted her head. "You okay?"

Shawn met her eyes, bemused. "You're breaking up with me, aren't you?"

"Wha- no!" she replied, shocked.

"So we're getting back together?"

"No…"

"Annie…"

"Don't call me that," she said seriously. Then she sighed. "We're checking in. I just wanna see how you're doing."

He shrugged and leaned back, far more relaxed now. "I'm still confused as to why we're doing this. That's all I've been trying to figure out lately."

"Okay, anyway… how are your classes? How's work."

"Annalise, I swear to god…" Shawn groaned, tilting his head back. Then he looked her dead in the eyes and leaned forward. "Do you wanna break up? You moved out-"

"Because I have a dorm."

"-and you left your key behind!"

"Because I don't live here."

Shawn paused, and his expression went from aggravated to just plain sad. "You won't even answer my texts. And don't say it's because you're busy. I know that's not true."

Whatever sympathy was building up was gone. Annalise narrowed her eyes. "What does that mean?"

"You think I haven't seen you playing games with that guy in the courtyard?" he asked. "You've never wanted to sit outside with me. And now you suddenly don't have time to answer my texts. C'mon Ann, I'm not an idiot."

She pushed her tongue into her cheek as she listened to that shit. Then, she spoke coldly. "First of all, that guy is Patrick and he's only a friend. Second, I don't know what to say to someone who only says 'I miss you' every ten seconds."

"So you don't miss me at all?"

"That's not the point!"

"Then what is the fucking point?" Shawn got to his feet, completely exasperated. "What exactly are we doing here? Because I don't know what's happening anymore! Am I losing you? Are you gonna come back to me? What the fuck is happening here, Ann?"

She buried her face in her hands for a moment and took a deep breath. She did know just how much Shawn did not like the separation idea, but she hadn't realized just how shaken up he still was.

"I want you to make sure you have your priorities in check."

"What, like I'm some stupid teenager?" Shawn snapped.

Clearly, he was irrational. Annalise wasn't going to try to force him to see it her way, it didn't work when the separation idea was first brought up over a month ago. Sighing, she got up and silently went for the door.

"Ann, honey," Shawn called, following after her. "Wait, wait!" He grabbed her wrist and pulled her into him.

She faced him once again, giving him a look as she yanked her arm back.

"I'm sorry," he told her in a much calmer tone. "Explain it to me again."

"I just don't wanna see you lose your focus for other things," Annalise said. "We really went through it over the summer, remember? I don't wanna be the only thing you worry about."

"Well, I know you're strong, little fighter. But I love you too much to not worry. And I worry even more now that we're on this stupid separation thing."

Annalise kept herself from laughing. "You seem fine during your impromptu mini concerts on the courtyard."

"Yeah, because singing is the other love of my life."

"Mm, you seem comfy with that Alessia girl too."

Shawn raised his eyebrows, now amused. "Jealous?"

Now she had to laugh. "I could ask you the same thing."

"I never knew about Patrick until last week."

"You never asked." Besides, she may have left her other friends in the dark when she got into this relationship. More reasons for the separation. "And I never knew about Alessia."

"Because she's new. You sure you're not jealous?" Shawn asked with a smirk.

Annalise scoffed. "I don't get jealous."

"You told me you don't cry either, but uh…"

Oof. He knows her too well.

She smiled stiffly. "I'll see you again in two weeks."

"You don't have to. You can stay." Shawn placed his hands on her shoulders. "Stay."

"Separation is good," Annalise told him, cupping his face and loving the way he leaned into the touch. "We can't spend every minute together, I think this last summer proved that."

Shawn stared her down for a moment, his big hand moving to hold her wrist. He really tried to understand why all this was happening. He really tried to find other reasons besides the scary idea that his girl wanted to leave him. The priorities thing, the not losing focus thing, the fact that they spent too much time together over the summer… it really smelled like bullshit. Maybe she was slipping through his fingers, and maybe he had to fight before she was completely gone.

"Can I at least kiss you before you go?" he asked, his voice small and soft.

Over the last month, Annalise thought she had done well with keeping a distance and being on her own. She was regaining her own compromised independence and getting back to being a strong lady. She was good at convincing herself that she didn't need Shawn at her side all the time.

Turns out, she's just a giant sucker.

Annalise really should have known better than to do the check in here. It was way too private, too much room for certain things to happen. Shawn kissed her softly once and was about to pull back, but her hands went to the back of his neck and kept their lips together. Without missing a beat, he walked her backwards and trapped her between his body and the wall. His hands planted on either side of her head, practically towering over her as his tongue went into her mouth.

All logic and inhibitions went out the door in less than a second. It was like they were reuniting after being on opposite ends of the planet. It was like this was the last time they would ever get a moment like this again. Annalise slid her hands down his torso, feeling the heat of his body through his white tee. When she locked her arms around his shoulders, Shawn bent a little to grab the backs of her thighs and hook them around his hips. It didn’t take long for Annalise to groan into his mouth when he circled his hips into hers. It certainly didn’t take long for Shawn to get hard in his jeans either. Without breaking the kiss, he walked them both into his bedroom and kicked the door closed behind him.

It was a mess of wrinkling bed sheets and clothes flying to the floor. Annalise's ripped leggings and Shawn's t-shirt made it off their bodies, and then he grabbed her shoulder and roughly pushed her onto her back. Both of their hearts pounded as he crawled on top of her and attached their lips together again.

They didn't even make it to the pillows. Shawn was trailing wet kisses along her neck, his fingers hooking into her cotton underwear. In one swift motion, he pulled the measly fabric down her legs. There wasn't any room for slow, sensual touching and building each other up. They were already as stressed and needy as could be. Annalise was just aching for him between her legs, and she pulled on his waist to bring him closer, her stomach flipping at the heat on his skin.

Suddenly, Shawn paused and held himself up on his elbows. His lips were shiny, swollen, and absolutely gorgeous. Annalise couldn't help but trace the bottom one with her thumb. Then, their eyes met and it threatened to spoil the heat of the moment. Shawn's eyes were soft and sparkling, the rough neediness gone out of nowhere. He usually had that look when things would move slower, when he was about to bare his soul and spill a bunch of sweet nothings. He looked at her face and gently stroked her cheek, making her skin tingle so much she wanted to scratch it away.

"My beautiful girl," he said softly.

It was sweet, but Annalise did not want sweet at the moment. Her fingers went into his hair and gently tugged at the pretty locks, keeping a sultry eye on him.

"Fuck me."

A smirk tugged at the corner of Shawn's mouth before he leaned down to kiss her again. "Condom?"

She nodded and then proceeded to take off her lace cardigan while he went to the nightstand drawer. Her hands trembled as she dropped more of her clothes onto the floor, leaving her completely naked. She rolled onto her front, watching Shawn pull off his jeans and briefs in one go. Her mouth watered just from the sight of his naked body, and she wiggled her eyebrows at him.

Shawn looked into her brown eyes, licking his lips. His eyes trailed over her back and plump ass, his cock twitching at the thought of taking her that way. But he hasn't been with her intimately in far too long, and he needed to be able to hold her and see her face. Yes, it's cheesy as fuck but that's what happens when you're stupidly in love with the goth chick. Yes, Shawn was very stupidly in love with Annalise.

He circled his finger with a cocky smirk, signaling her to turn onto her back. When she obliged, he crawled on top of her with the intention of fully warming her up and building up her high, but the way she kissed him and wrapped her legs around his waist indicated that she was ready. The way that she whispered in between kisses for him to fill her up was also a good indicator as well.

"Whatever you want, baby," he told her as he grabbed his base and slowly inserted himself.

It didn't take long for her soft, sweet panting to fill the room. Her fingernails dug into Shawn's back, and he snaked his arm around her shoulders, holding her as close as he could. Their noses touched and his necklace dangled in the valley of her breasts, it felt familiar and good in a way. Resting his head in the crook of her neck, Shawn let out a slow deep breath and appreciated the feeling of their bodies connecting. Slowly but surely, he started to gently rock his hips against hers, wanting this to last.

Ann whined in the back of her throat, raking her fingers down his back. "Harder… Mmm, ruin me."

Shawn picked his head up and looked down at her. She was biting her lip, and pressing down on his back, wanting him the way she said. And who was he to deny her?

With a deep breath, he picked himself up on his knees and held her waist, pistoning his hips as quickly as he could. A groan sounded from deep in his chest, his eyes fluttering shut. He breathed out a soft "fuck" feeling her clench around him.

"Mm, fuck yes!" Ann cried out, grabbing at the sheets above her. "Oh, fuck, fuck me!"

The bed creaked and hit the wall repeatedly, mixing in with the sounds the two of them were making. Shawn couldn't help but feel smug as he watched Ann's assertive and bold demeanor crumble underneath him. Only times like these did he see her fall completely at his mercy, and god, it turned him on so much. He absolutely loved that he could bring her down to this level, make her feel so good she was rendered incoherent. He slid his hand up her body, stopping for a moment to grab her breast. Then, Ann took hold of his wrist, her eyes wide and her bottom lip jutting out. They both knew what to do. Shawn leaned over her again to properly wrap his fist around her neck.

"Like that, baby?" he asked between huffs of breath, trying to keep his movements consistent. "You like it when I fucking choke you? You like getting fucked like this, you dirty fucking girl?"

Ann mumbled and sputtered under his hold, attempting to nod her head.

"What about this?" he egged on, moving his free hand down in between them. He rubbed quick circles into her clit, causing her to clench around him even more. "Ooh, fuck. Yeah, you like that, you fucking love that."

Her mouth was open, but no sound came out. Shawn decided he liked it better when she was verbal about how he made her feel, so he moved his hand from her neck to the side of her face. Something of a snarl came out of him as he staggered his thrusts, and he found himself grabbing her chin, slightly squishing her cheeks. His nose touched hers, hot breath on her lips before he tasted her tongue. His fingers were relentless on her clit, the feeling so good he almost wanted to go down there and suck it into his mouth until she was writhing.

The sounds coming out of her were just as good, though. She spoke, sounding absolutely wrecked and just the way Shawn liked her to be. “Don’t stop… please don’t stop…”

“Mm, anything you want, baby…” he mumbled against the corner of her mouth.

It was almost ironic because Ann was the one on her back getting fucked senseless, but Shawn was ready to do anything for her. All she had to do was ask. Who was more submissive here?

He hovered over her, watching her tits bounce as he pounded into her. He watched the hair at the top of her head get messier and messier with every move. He really had to admire the fact that her intense winged liner had stayed intact this entire time. Only his Ann…

"Fuck, you look so good like this," Shawn mumbled, brows knitted. He couldn't stop himself from rambling, now feeling as fucked as she did. "God baby, you're so fucking good at taking my cock… You're so good to me… Fuck…"

Ann moved her small hands up his chest, wrapping the chain of his necklace around her finger. The look on her face changed from absolutely wrecked to something more serious. Her free hand tugged at the hair on the nape of his neck, and then she was tilting her head back and panting wildly.

"I'm close," she warned, squeezing her eyes shut. "Don't stop, I'm gonna come!"

Shawn could feel it too, and his heart nearly fell out of his body. He felt the heavenly pulses around his cock and rubbed at her clit just to make it feel that much better for her. "Fuck yeah, give it to me honey…"

She let out a noise that was both the cutest and sexiest thing he's ever heard. Her voice went up several octaves as she cried out, and her entire body twitched the way Shawn liked to see it. He growled through his teeth, thriving in the tight pulsing around his cock and the burning scratch marks on his back and shoulders. He thrust as hard as he could, needing to reach his own high now that Ann had hers. Roughly, he moved her wrists from his shoulders and pinned them above her head, his jaw going slack as he let himself go. Steady pulses of cum spilled into the condom, and Shawn tilted his head back, his orgasm so good and sweet he couldn't make any sound. He only panted and erratically gave a few more thrusts until he was spent.

Sweat coated both of their bodies, and their heavy breathing was the only sound in the air. Shawn pulled out and rolled onto his back, his eyelids heavy and body melting into the mattress. He smiled contently and then tapped Ann's wrist.

"C'mere..."

The two of them crawled up to the pillows and went under the covers, both so sleepy and content that they didn't care about the damp spot. Shawn held onto Ann's hand, waiting for her to desperately crawl into her arms. She was always shamelessly in need of cuddles and affection post orgasm, and Shawn loved every bit of it because it meant he could hold her and nose at her hair as she slept. What he couldn't put into words was put into all the chaste little touches he gave her. And she lapped it up and let herself be touched and loved every time without fail.

Shawn fell asleep before he could realize Ann was holding herself back.

It doesn't matter if it's the same night or the morning after, the walk was still shameful no matter what. Annalise was just glad that Shawn fell asleep on his side of the bed and not on her chest like he typically did. It was much easier for her to slip out of bed, put her clothes back on, and sneak out of the apartment. The knots in her stomach didn't let up once she was in the car, though. They did agree that this was a check in after all, and she could honestly say... dick still bomb.

Annalise got back to campus well after ten o'clock. It wasn't that late, but she still felt off, like she was sneaking back into her parents' house after going to a party she was told not to attend. She felt both thrilled and terrified that she did something very wrong, and the evidence was all there in her shaky legs.

Of course, Stella was sitting in the armchair facing the door when Annalise finally made it back. She wasn't alone, though. Camila was on the tiny sofa, and she perked up.

"Hey, girl," she greeted with a cheeky grin.

Stella had a knowing smile on her face, making Annalise feel very exposed. As much as she tried to fix her sexed up appearance in the car, it was easy to tell what Annalise had been up to from the amount of time she was gone.

"So, is Shawnnalise back on?" Stella asked in a teasing voice.

"They were off?" Camila asked in shock, looking back and forth between the two girls.

"That is the actual worst name I've ever heard," Annalise replied, and then her heart stopped as her phone buzzed in her hand. Without another word, she dashed into her bedroom.

"You owe me details!" Stella called after her.

Annalise didn't say anything as she shut the door and leaned against it for a moment. She sighed and let her book bag drop onto the floor, and then she bent down to untie her platform sneakers and took them off. Her phone buzzed again, and it made her insides heavy.

Honestly, she had enough guilt on her shoulders. Did she really have to add more to her plate by tapping that ass and running away? Heart in her throat, Annalise looked at the notifications.

The newest text was from the gaming club group chat. Patrick was asking when everyone was available to go to Bart. The nerves came down for a split second before reading the other text.

"Where are you?"

Annalise opened the text too, so she definitely couldn't just ignore him. She sent back some excuse about having an assignment due at midnight, and then she let the anxiety and guilt consume her for the rest of the night.

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Chapter 23

Holy mother of God.

Heart pounding and limbs shaking, he collapsed sideways onto the bed, gripping Claire arse and pulling her with him. Her inner muscles were still clenching and quivering around him, making his cock twitch and his body tremble with the aftershocks of his release. Christ alive, he’d never felt pleasure like it, and just the thought of leaving her warm, wet, welcoming body made him want to weep in despair.

“Are ye well, mo gràdhag?” He panted as he threaded his arms around her and pulled her hot, sweaty body as close to his as he could. She was as breathless as he was, and her leg visibly trembled as she hooked it around his, keeping him locked deep inside her.

“Well?” She breathed, shakily as she burrowed into his chest and touched her lips against his hammering heart. “I’m euphoric.”

“Aye, so am I.” He laughed, kissing her hair and pulling her closer.

He’d never imagined that taking a woman could be as exquisite as it had been with Claire. They’d been one heart, one soul, joined in more than just body, and for the first time in his life, he’d lost himself completely. With her gentle encouragement, and soft words of love, he’d let his mind go free, and allowed his pleasure to out-weight his fears.

He’d already been teetering on the brink, tempted to have her regardless of the consequences. Since that moment in her rooms at Leoch, he’d been neigh on desperate to take her, to pummel her depths and claim her as his own. He’d needed her like air, and it had only been his fears, new and old, that had stopped him at the lake.

But then his beautiful wife had asked him to make love to her and he’d refused. He’d let his fears come between them once again, and the disappointment in her eyes had cut him to the core. But like always, she’d accepted his limitations, and done what she could to reassure him despite her own sorrow. Yet, he’d still let his past rule his present, and Claire had been paying the price for a woman long dead.

Though still shrouded in guilt for his own carnal needs, in the end, when she’d fallen apart in his arms, he’d been powerless to deny them what they so badly needed.

And he couldn’t regret it.

She’d been right there with him. Rising and falling in time with his thrust, calling his name breathlessly, and crying out in pleasure. He’d hurt her, of that he had no doubt. He’d seen it in her eyes. But while that knowledge pained him, he couldn’t regret that either, because through that pain, she’d become his.

And she’d enjoyed it.

The deep, wild love that they’d made had pleasured her as much as it had him.

Just the remembrance of her tight clenching muscles, and her desperate cry of exaltation, had new sparks of lightening striking deep in his stomach. His hips jerked against hers, and she gasped, spasming around his softened cock.

“Jesus, Claire.” He groaned, as he gripped her hair and pulled her head back. She looked up at him, her swollen lips parted, and her eyes hooded and wonton with desire. “I canna get enough of ye.” He growled as he claimed her lips and thrust further into her depths.

She whimpered, and tensed in his arms, and he froze.

“It’s okay.” She whispered against his lips, attempting to reignite the flames, as she rolled her hips against him. But his hand clamped down on her arse, stilling her movements, and he pulled back to look down at her.

“Nay, t’is not…”

“I’m fine.”

“No, Claire, ye not.” He insisted pulling her head further back. “Christ, I can tell well enough that ye in pain.”

“Jamie…”

“Hush.” He ordered gently, as he moved his hips and slipped out of her. She winced, and he raised an eyebrow as he moved his hand up to cup her face. “Ye hurtin’ an’ ye dinna need to hide it because ye fear my reaction. I was there with ye, Claire. I saw ye pleasure. Hell, lass, I felt it. So I canna doubt that ye enjoyed it.” He whispered as he brushed a lock of hair off her face.

“I’m sorry.”

“Shh, ye’v nothin’ to be sorry for. This is my fault, t’is I who’s sorry. I’v let my past control our future, an’ I shouldna have. But I was afraid.” He admitted, as he lent to gently kiss her forehead. “Afraid of hurtin’ ye, afraid of losing ye, and afraid of ye fearin’ me.

“I shoulda trusted ye. What’s between us is different. Yer different, an’ I’m different with ye. But by being afraid, I have made ye fear me.”

“I’m not afraid of you.” She protested vehemently.

“Aye, ye are.”

“I’m not…”

“Claire, ye constantly fearin’ my reaction.” He argued. “Ye worried that one wrong move will send me runnin’. Ye wouldna told me of the blood oath if ye didna have to, an even when ye did, ye took the responsibility for my actions. Then, although ye wanted it yerself, ye tried to stop me from takin ye because ye feared I’d regret it. An’ now that I have, ye hiding ye pain because ye fear my response.

“It canna go on, Sassenach. Ye’v made me happier than I’v ever been in my life. Ye my wife an’ I want to spend my life lovin ye an’ raisin’ a family with ye. So no more fears. We’re in this life together, an’ I willna continue let my past create a chasm between us.”

“You’re right, but I’m not blameless, Jamie. I should have trusted you as well, and I’m sorry.” She whispered, as she ran her hand across his shoulder and up into his hair. “I love you.”

“As I love ye.” He smiled, “Now, tell me. Are ye in pain?”

“A bit…okay a lot.” She amended, blushing, when he raised his eyebrow again. “You are bigger than average, you know, and for a first time, that’s a lot to take.”

“Aye, I ken.” He smirked flashing her a wink. Men weren’t exactly shy when it came to pissing or bathing, so he’d seen enough cocks to know he was well endowed.

“Cocky bastard.” She laughed, slapping his arm. “You weren’t exactly gentle either.”

“An’ who’s fault is that? I seem to remember ye beggin’ for more.”

“Yeah, I’m a regular Oliver Twist.”

“Who?”

“What? Oh my God!” She gasped sitting up and wincing as she stared down at him wide eyed... and naked. “Oliver Twist hasn’t even been written yet! Or Great Expectations, or Pride and Prejudice, or Dracula…Christ, I could make us a fortune, I’v got some of them on my phone! I should totally rewrite the Harry Potter books...”

“Are ye really talkin about books, when ye lyin’ naked in my bed?” He growled, grabbing her waist and dragging her back down. “With ye breast right there beggin’ to be…”

“Yes…and…oh...” She squeaked when he lent down and bit her nipple. “Ah…Jamie.”

“Aye, that’s more like it.” He murmured against her skin, before soothing the stink with his tongue. “Now tell me…ye reached yer pleasure twice. One straight after the other.”

“That’s not a question.” She smirked, tilting her head back as his fingers replaced his lips on her breast.

“How?” He clarified, pinching her nipple, and almost feeling her gasp in his awakening cock. “The ache of wantin ye hasna left me, an’ I could take ye again now. But if I’d reached my pleasure in ye hand, like ye did mine, I couldna have taken ye then.”

“Call it an unfair advantage.” She moaned, as he twisted and pulled at her pebbled flesh. “Woman don’t need…ah, God, Jamie…we don’t need recovery time…Jesus ah…”

“What do ye need, lass?”

“For you to stop teasing and to make me come.”

“Come where?”

“Nowhere…Christ…make me come, it means make me orgasm…to make me find my pleasure.” She explained haltingly as she writhed on the bed beside him.

“Mmm.” He hummed storing that away for further use, as he twisted her nipple again.“Ye like this?”

“God yes! Don’t you?”

“I dinna ken.” He shrugged as he let his fingers begin a slow trail down her stomach. Nobody had ever touched him like Claire did, he’d never felt a woman’s embrace as he took her.

Annalise had lain like the dead, with her hands and legs flat on the bed, clutching the sheets and screwing her eyes closed.

She’d never been a part of it with him.

Not like Claire had.

“Then we’ll have to find out.” She whispered, sobering slightly at his admission.

“Aye, I suppose we will.”

He smiled at her, then looked down to follow the path his fingers were taking. But as he got to her naval he stopped and slowly drew them back up her body.

Shit.

It was no wonder she was in pain.

There was blood, and a fair amount of it, on her inner thighs and hip where his hand had held her. It was on his legs too, as well as his hardened cock, and around the edges of his nail.

She’d warned him that, with her courses, making love in the bed would be messy, and he truly wasn’t bothered by the sight. He’d seen enough blood in his time to be immune to it. But that didn’t make the sight any less alarming.

The fact that his cock looked like it had been massacred, was bad enough. But to see so much blood coming from his wife was horrifying.

He closed his eyes, and took a deep breath before leaning down to kiss her lips tenderly. She’d explained this to him, told him the whole process of a woman’s cycle. Of how and why a woman bled for five days and didn’t die.

And he’d promised her, not ten minutes ago, that he would let go of his fears, and he would.

It was perfectly normal, he reminded himself. Natural even, and he wouldn’t be alarmed by it. It was just her body’s way of expelling what she didn’t need, and preparing her to receive his seed. If she didn’t bleed again in twenty eight days, it meant she was carrying his bairn.

She wrapped her arms around him, deepening the kiss, and he let her, as he reached blindly onto the bedside table and retrieved the wet rag. It was cold, but it would have to do until he could get her in the bathtub.

He placed it between her legs, shushing her, and moving his lips to her neck, when she startled.

“Let me take care of ye.” He whispered against her throat as he gently cleansed her skin and the apex of her thighs.

“You didn’t have to…”

“I know. I want to,” He breathed, as he lifted his head to look down at her. Almost losing himself a over again in her whiskey eyes. “You’re my wife, Claire, t’is my job, and my privilege to care of ye. When ye ready, there’s a bath waitin’ for ye…”

“How?”

“I told the lasses to draw it for ye while ye were changin’.”

“You dear, sweet man.” She whispered, her eyes glistening with tears as she reached up and cupped his face. “Thank you, so much.”

“Ye welcome.” He smiled, before looking away to clean off her hip and to drag the rag over himself.

“Will you join me?”

“In the bathtub?”

“Yes.”

“Aye, if you’ll have me.”

After giving strict instructions that she wasn’t to move from his bed. Jamie made his way towards her dressing room, and knocked once on the door to ensure the lasses has left. With no sign of life, he depressed the latch and walked in.

It was warm, maybe too warm, with the roaring fire and the billows of rose scented steam rising from the water. But it was perfect, Maggie had done exactly as he’d asked.

He’d not bathed in a tub with anyone since he was a wee lad and had to share the water with Willie. But he’d been intrigued by Claire’s suggestion, and having expected a relatively chaste wedding night, he’d wanted to do what he could to make it special for her.

And he knew well how much she loved the water.

The shutters had been drawn for privacy, making the room cosy with naught but the light from the fire, and the few candles that had been left lit on the walls. As requested, a decanter of wine and two glasses, sat on a small round table next to the tub, and he smiled when he saw them.

Maggie was discreet, but that simple request was bound to have tongues wagging below stairs. His request for daily baths had caused a few raised eyebrows, but now they knew he would be sharing them with his wife, and thescandal would have them entertained for months.

He laughed, not in the slightest bit bothered. He loved his wife, and he wasn’t ashamed of it. His people would know that well soon enough.

Satisfied that the water wasn’t too hot, and all was as it should be. He flipped the lock on the servants door, and returned to retrieve his bride.

“Ah, so ye can do as ye told.” He smiled as he made his way over to the bed and scooped her up into his arms. She came willingly, with a soft sigh as she laid her head against his chest.

“On occasion.”

“When it suits ye, ye mean.” He laughed kissing her forehead.

“Mmm.”

“Ah, Sassenach.” He sighed, as he stood her by the bathtub and pulled her naked body against his. She looked up at him, her eyes warm and her smile soft, and he couldn’t resist leaning down to kiss her lips. “What ye do to me.”

“I can feel what I do to you.” She murmured, trailing her hand slowly down his chest and stomach until she brought it to rest over his cock. It twitched in her hand, and she wrapped her fingers around him, stroking him softly as she awakened his desire.

“I beg of ye, lass.” He groaned, digging his fingers into the flesh of her arse. “Dinna start what ye canna finish, I’v only so much restraint, an’ I dinna want to hurt ye.”

“Who says I can’t finish?” She winked, as she released his cock and stepped out of his arms.

“Ye dinna seem to be finishing anythin’.” he complained, trying to grab her hand back as he gestured to his weeping cock. It was nigh on painful, his need for her to keep touching him, but seeming oblivious, she simply smiled and turned to dip a rag into the water. “Claire...”

“I’ve not even started yet, My Lord.” She all but purred, the sudden huskiness to her voice making him shiver with need, as she dropped to her knees before him.

“What are ye doin?”

“Cleaning you up.” She whispered, licking her lips, and drawing the warm wet cloth up the inside of his thigh.

Dear God above.

She was trying to kill him. She kept her dark, hooded eyes locked on him, gazing up at him through her long eyelashes, as she folded the rag over his cock. His hips jerked, and a low groan built it his throat and brushed past his parted lips. It wasn’t the wet heat he wanted to feel, but Jesus Lord it felt good.

She took her time, cleaning him throughly, and driving him half insane. When she gently eased back the skin, and wiped the cloth around the bulging head, he couldn’t take any more. His bollocks were aching, and if she didn’t stop he wouldn’t be responsible for his actions.

“Enough.” He growled, stilling her hand as his heart pounded erratically somewhere near his throat. “I canna take much more, lass.” Her lips twitched and she dropped the rag before wrapping her wee hand around the shaft. “Claire…”

“Sshh.” She breathed, as she rose higher on her knees, bringing her eye level with his cock. “It’s my turn to take care of you.”

He was seconds away from forcing her to stop, or begging to lie back and spread her legs. His mind was so clouded in lust that he didn’t know which, but before he could decide, she moved forward and ran her tongue along the length of his cock.

“Claire…what are ye…”

“Ssh.” She murmured again before wrapping her lips around the weeping head and drawing him into her mouth.

“Jesus Christ.” He cried as lightening shot through the base of his spine, jerking his hips and making his whole body erupt in goosebumps. “Claire…lass…shit.”

She hummed around him as she worked her hand in time with her mouth. Sucking, pulling and twisting over and over as she massaged his length with her tongue, and danced it around the head. He was blinding by stars, and too overcome with awe and pleasure, to even think about stopping her.

He’d never felt anything like it in his life, he was in mind numbing bliss, and without though, his hand went to the back of her head and he buried his fingers into her hair. He could feel her sharp nails digging into the flesh of his arse as she pulled him towards her, encouraging him to move.

With what sanity he had left, he tensed his muscles, locking himself in place, least he thrust forward and hurt her. But she growled, her dark eyes hungry and begging, as she scrapped her teeth along his cock, and he was lost.

His hips shot forward, pushing his cock further into her mouth, making her moan and her stretched pink lips to tighten around him. He gripped her hair harder and thrust against her, again and again going deeper and deeper with each shallow movement.

He was in heaven, with white hot flames burning under his skin, tightening his balls and pulling him closer and closer to the inferno. He wanted to close his eyes, to throw his head back and roar with pleasure, but he just could not take them off her.

She looked sublime, and the utter bliss and triumph in her eyes, was only fueling his need.

She moved her hand and placed it with her other on his arse, helping him move until the tip of his cock was thrusting against the back of her throat. Her muscles contracted, gripping his cock so tightly that he cried out and pushed in further, making her gag.

“Christ…I’m sorry.” He panted, pulling back until his cock slipped out of her mouth.

“No.” She begged, wrapping her hand around it again, and pumping it firmly as she drew him back towards her lips. “You have no idea how…God Jamie…I want you too…please do it.”

“Lord God, lass. Ye slay me.” He groaned pushing back in though her parted lips, all the way to the back of her throat. She gaged again but her eyes begged him not to stop, so he tightened his grip and thrust forward.

He’d already been so close to to edge, but as she swallowed and moaned, licked and sucked at the thick shaft of his throbbing cock, he lost all control. His balls pulled up, and his movement turned jerky and rapid. He was close, so very close.

“God, Claire…I canna stop…” He cried thrusting in as deep as he could. All his muscles contracted, and he groaned long and low as he twitched and released his seed down the back of her throat. “Argh Christ!”

She swallowed around him, over and over, taking everything he’d given her, before slowly slipping his cock out of her mouth.

They were both breathless and panting, with their hearts pumping wildly and their eye locked. He fell down to his knees before her, and pulled her shaking body into his arms.

“I’ve never…Lord I thought my heart would burst.” He panted, as he kissed her head and ran his hands smoothly up and down her back. “Are ye well? I dinna hurt ye?”

“No, you didn’t hurt me.” She promised as she wrapped her own arms around him. “That was the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”

“Aye. I canna argue with ye there.” He laughed, kissing her again and moving back sightly to look down at her. “Now come, lass. Before the water gets cold.”

Chapter 24

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A New Virus Chapter 1

Hello my little bell peppers and welcome to the highly requested sequel to A Small Glitch! I hope all of you enjoy the sequel as much as you enjoyed the first story!

Summary: Annalise is no longer the little girl Anti and Dark found tied to their door. Reaching the end of her junior year in high school, Annalise is being told that she needs to start thinking about her future. Everyone's saying college while she wants to work at Glitchers, not knowing the full meaning of that job. Dark and Anti believes that to be their only problem, but when everything begins to start draining without their control, they fear that either someone's back, or there's a new virus to deal with.

Happy Birthday!

“Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you.” Dark sang as he entered the dining room, a large chocolate cake was balancing on his hands, four bright orange candles circled the center with their wickers lit.

“Happy birthday dear Annalise.” Anti joined Dark with his singing, a very happy and energetic Annalise sitting at the head of the table. “Happy birthday to you.” Dark placed the cake down in front of Annalise.

“What I do?” Annalise asked as she stared at the cake with wide, eager, eyes.

“You blow out and make a wish,” Anti answered.

“Wish? I get wish?” Annalise put her hands to her mouth in shock.

“And you can’t tell anyone or else it won’t come true,” Dark said, smiling when Annalise scrunched her face in determination.

“Got it.” Annalise nodded her lead before straightening up, chewing her lip for a moment as she thought before letting out a harsh puff of air and blew out the candles.

“Got it one take.” Anti chuckled.

“Father...”

“Wanna tell papa what you wished for.” Dark asked in a soft tone.

“You say no tell!” Annalise huffed, wagging a finger in Dark’s face.

“I was testing you, princess. Have to make sure you don’t tell anyone your secrets.”

“Father.”

“No tell anyone.” Annalise promised.

“I’m ready for some cake.” Anti chuckled.

“Father!”

Dark snapped out of his happy daze when his office door was thrown open. The laptop continued playing the video as Annalise entered the room, hands on her now developed hips and backpack slung over her shoulder.

“I’m going to be late!” Annalise cried as she grabbed Dark’s arm and started tugging on it. “What are you watching?” She asked when she saw the video.

“Nothing.” Dark quickly paused the recording and stood up.

“I remember making that wish.” Annalise said with a light chuckle.

“That was thirteen years ago, how do you remember that specific wish?” Dark asked as his body changed to match what the fathers of Annalise’s classmates would look like.

“I make the same one every year.” Annalise stated.

“Really? What is it then?” Dark brushed his now salt-and-peppered hair back.

“One: not telling. Two: please keep your hair as dark brown, the gray parts are too old for you.” Annalise ruffled Dark’s hair.

“I think it makes me look mature.” Dark huffed as he changed his hair color.

“It makes you look like a sugar daddy and I will not have my friends try to get some from you.” Annalise adjusted Dark’s hair until she was satisfied.

“I’m a married man. To another man.” Dark straightened his tie before slightly bowing and gesturing towards the door. “After you.”

“Why, thank you.” Annalise said in a low-pitched voice and did a small curtsey before walking out of the office. “When’s dad supposed to get back?” She asked while they headed for the front door.

“He should be back by the time you’re home from school.” Dark answered.

“Bye, Cranky.” Annalise said to the black cat sitting on the kitchen floor. The cat looked up, blinked their one green eye and meowed before going back to his licking.

“Now, if you get a text to ride the bus go-”

“Lock all the doors, gather the hidden guns and knives, stay in the office with Cranky and wait until you get home.” Annalise listed off the steps with her finger as they left the house and went into the car.

“Did you remember-”

“Yes, father, I remember all of it.” Annalise groaned, struggling to get her seatbelt to agree with her.

“Did you remember to look under your seat?” Dark asked with a grin.

“No way!” Annalise squealed and reached under her seat, pulling out a small box. “It’s so pretty!” Annalise gasped when she pulled out a thick gold bracelet, a diamond in the shape of a butterfly was in the center of the band. “Thank you!” Annalise hugged Dark before slipping on the piece of jewelry.

“Happy birthday, princess.” Dark said with a smile.

“Tiana is gonna think that this is so cool!” She continued squealing as she put on her seatbelt.

“Make sure not to lose that, it’s one of a kind.” Dark started as he began driving.

“This thing is too cool to lose!” Annalise said as he admired the bracelet.

So…” Annalise’s shoulders slumped, she knew what that tone of voice meant. “I saw that you had thrown away all of the college pamphlets that have been sent to you.”

“Father.” Annalise groaned.

“You’re nearing the end of your junior year, you need to be thinking about what college you’re going to.” Dark said. “You can go to whichever college you want. We can easily afford it and your grades are nearly perfect and you’re going to score highly on the ACT’s and the SAT’s later this year. You could go to Harvard or Princeton or Yale or anywhere.”

“I don’t want to go to college.” Annalise muttered under her breath. She crossed her arms and curled up when she saw Dark stiffen a little, knowing she was in for a lecture.

“Why don’t you want to go to college? Do you know the thousands of people your age who would love to know that they could go to college worry free? To pursue any field they want without fear? No student loans, no debt, just college?” Dark was waving his other as he spoke.

“You didn’t go to college.” Annalise protested.

“I’m a demon, Annalise. I’m not like the others.”

“And I’m a virus like dad. I’m not like the others, too.”

“Your dad is a virus that was formed inside of a grown man's body. You were born, you are being raised and I have not been raising you so you can waste such a golden opportunity.” Dark waited for several teenagers to walk past the car.

“I don’t want to waste four years to get a degree that I don’t want.” Annalise said.

“What do you want to do then? I can’t think of anything that a college degree isn’t either required or at least help.” Dark pulled up to the high school.

“I want to work with dad.” Annalise answered.

“I…” Dark felt his voice get caught in his throat.

“I’m great with computers, I’m a natural and I’m sure dad won’t require a college degree to hire me.” Annalise started to get out of the car. Dark sighed as Annalise walked around the car.

“I love you.” Dark called. Annalise stopped, did a shuffle like she was trying to hold herself back, but lost and she rushed over to the driver side of the car.

“Love you, too.” Annalise said after giving Dark a peck on the cheek. “Shit!” Annalise cursed when a bell went off.

“Lang-”

“Bye!” Annalise waved as she ran off. Dark watched Annalise run up to a girl her age and the two laughed as they both ran into the building. Tatiana, or Tiana, for short, was a very nice girl that Annalise befriended when they were both seven years old. Dark could still remember after school had ended that Annalise was holding Tiana’s hand and walked her over to him and Anti. Tiana was a little confused at first when Annalise referred to them as ‘papa’ and ‘daddy’ but she just shrugged and greeted ‘Mr. Papa’ and ‘Mr. Daddy’ with a big wave and a squeaky voice. The two had spent many weekends over at each other’s houses, it took hours of convincing from Anti and a few...favors, to get Dark to agree into letting Annalise go to Tiana’s house. There, of course, was a phone call to Tiana’s parents, but after the first time, Dark never questioned it again. His little girl was happy and that’s what mattered.

“Hey, buddy! What you doing!?” A voice shouted and was followed by a honk. Dark blinked a few times, getting pulled out of his memories and he drove away. He had other things to do besides getting angry at a rude man. Dark took out his phone and held one of the keys to speed dial someone. He put the phone on speaker and placed it inside of a phone holder.

“Hey, handsome.” Anti answered with a chuckle.

“Did you get it?” Dark asked as he took a turn.

“I did not travel all the way to New Jersey to not get it. I’ve gone through all the batteries I’ve packed and I’m going to pick up some more before coming back to the house, see you in twenty. Love you.”

“Love you, too-could you not!?” Dark snapped at the person who cut him off and forced him to slam on the brakes. “Seriously! I don’t give a fuck that I can’t die, that doesn’t give you a reason to be an asshole!”

“Save that anger for the bedroom, honey.” Anti’s smirk could be heard through the phone.

“Then you better hurry up, the others will be at the house later and I don’t want to be interrupted.” Dark chuckled.

“I’ll see you at home, Darky.”

“I’ll see you.”

x~x~x

Annalise was giving Dark a look of suspicion as she got out of the car. He was happy, too happy. He was overly excited about something. For most people Dark seemed like he was fine, he seemed calm and collected, but Annalise was able to tell with the occasional twitch of the lip, the messing with his hair a little too much and the light movements of his fingertips, something was up.

“Allow me to get the door for you.” Dark said, holding the door for Annalise.

“Did someone-”

“Surprise!”

“Holy shit!” Annalise cursed when all of the egos jumped out towards her.

“Language.” Dark sighed as Annalise ran into the group and got lost in a giant hug.

“Happy B-day, girl.” A girl Annalise’s age said and gave Annalise a personal hug.

“How did you beat me, Tiana?” Annalise asked.

“Wilford got me after school on his motorbike.” Tian answered, gesturing with a thumb towards the pink haired man.

“You got to ride the motorbike!?” Annalise gasped. “When can I-”

“No.” Dark stated.

“But-”

“Tiana’s mother gave us permission but you do not have mine.”

“Father.” Annalise whined.

“Would anybody like some cheese with that whine?” Bing asked as he held a cheese platter towards Annalise. Annalise laughed at the joke and took a cube.

“I’m glad you could make it.” Annalise said with a shy smile at Bing.

“Like hell, I’m missing the party of the year!” Bing did a spin on his heels, earning another laugh from Annalise.

“Look out, bitches! I got cake!” Anti called out as he entered the room, a large tray balancing on his arms.

“Dad!” Annalise cheered.

“Happy birthday, princess.” Anti chuckled as he lowered the tray onto the dining table that had been moved to the living room. “Check it out!” Anti removed the cover and showed off a cake designed in the shape of a butterfly. The wings were orange with cubes making their shape, a sheer gloss covering it to make them look holographic.

“That’s so cool!” Annalise and Tiana said together.

“Let’s eat!” Anti picked up a knife from the table and started slicing the cake, handing Annalise the first slice before passing out a piece to everyone.

“I totally mastered this new trick on my skateboard and you gotta let me show you.” Bing said from his spot on the floor while looking up at Annalise and Tiana, who were sitting on a couch.

“We have to make sure father’s not looking.” Annalise said in a lowered tone.

“Your dad would be all for it.” Tiana said. “But Mr. Papa.” She held out the word to show her lack of faith.

“I’m still not sure how they made this gloss.” Marvin said as he examined the piece of cake on his fork.

“Sugar?” Chase raised a brow and licked the frosting.

“Hey, you two.” Anti plopped himself between the two and laid his arms across their shoulders. “Have you hooked up yet? I want my ten bucks from Dark.”

“I’m married, Anti.” Chase protested.

“Are you?” Anti raised a brow.

“Technically and besides, me and Marvin are just good friends, right, Marvin?”

“Yep. Just friends. Only friends.” Marvin shoved a large bite of cake into his mouth. Chase was oblivious to the gesture since his attention was drawn away by Wilford as he and Jackieboy started dancing offbeat to the music. Anti caught what Marvin did and patted the magician’s shoulder.

“Don’t give up.” Anti whispered before getting up. Marvin swallowed thickly and stared at his cake.

“I don’t…” Marvin let out a soft whine instead of finishing his statement.

“I think Annalise is having fun.” Dark said with a small smile when Anti joined him.

“Good. It’s her birthday, she should be.” Anti wrapped his arm around Dark’s waist.

“Haven’t you had enough for today?” Dark chuckled.

“I could never have enough of you.” Anti put his other hand on Dark’s chest and gave him a kiss.

“Gross!” Annalise yelled, getting a laugh from the others and making Dark and Anti part.

“Get a room!” Tiana added.

“Don’t give them any ideas.” Google said

“Too late!” Anti quickly leaped on Dark’s back and pointed. “To the bedroom!” Dark simply stood there and made a face. “To the bedroom!” Anti tried again. “You’re no fun.” He said after another pause of nothing.

“You weren’t saying that earlier.” Dark said with a wink.

“No! Don’t say things like that!” Annalise flailed a little.

“Oh, no. The birthday girl is upset.” Anti hopped down and ‘ran’ to Annalise. “Does she need to tickle-monster?”

“Don’t you dare.” Annalise held up a finger. “Traitor!” She squealed at Tiana when she took her plate away and Anti started tickling her.

“Back-up, I need back-up!” Anti laughed as he struggled to contain Annalise.

“Here comes Dark-osaurus!” Dark rushed over and joined Anti.

“No!” Annalise giggled as she was tickled mercilessly by her dads. “Help!”

“Uncle Stache is here!” Wilford grabbed Dark from behind and pretended to try to pull him away.

“And here we can see the strange ritual that is of these demons, Jim.” Reporter Jim said into the camera as all of the other egos joined in the big, chaotic, mess.

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