#my dreams keep cock blocking me and now I’m sad

[of-mutts-and-men]

Tummy hurts,,, likely not going to survive. I can only feel better if I’m suddenly surrounded by big hairy pups laying all over me and giving me kithes. Slightly suffocated with them all nuzzling into my face. (My condition is fatal btw).

#my dreams keep cock blocking me and now I’m sad #i dont even like dogs irl but man do I lov puppy boys n girls #and werewolves

[christopher-bangnaldoskzz]

HI DADDY - 3

Chan x Reader Female 

Word Count: 3.6k

Genre:🌶️🌶️🌶️

Summary: You fell pregnant at 18 to your high school crush. what happens when 6 years later he returns. Will everything work out or will it be a disaster.

Trigger warning: please remember this is a fiction and the characters are just that fictional. If you are sensitive to swearing or sexual content please do not read my stories…… Unprotected sex, Oral sex receiving and giving. If you are under 18 it is strongly advised you miss this chapter.

A couple of weeks went by, and we liked Chan being around. He cleaned and cooked. He was good to keep around. He would tuck Luca in overnight on Sunday. He would do his V-lives at his mum’s house and then fold Luca in. He started them at 7 pm so he could be home by 8:30. 

He wasn’t sleeping very much and you started worrying about Chris’s health.

“Channie?”

"Hmm yeah,” he was getting ready for bed.

“You okay? You look tired.” You look down.

“I haven’t. Uh, been sleeping very well.” He was struggling to finish his sentence. 

You remember thinking, “Was Chris nervous?”

“Have you been taking your sleeping pills?” You questioned out of concern.

“No, they gave me weird dreams, remember…. I’m scared….”

“Scared of what?… kissing me again” You laughed, then it hit you to Chris this was a dream and to you him kissing you meant nothing at the time, however, now your thought had changed you wanted Chris to like you. 

He turned around so quickly, “huh? It wasn’t a dream.” 

“Ummmmm, no, it wasn't." You regretted what had come out of your mouth.

He came over to you “why did you let me think it was a dream? Why do you lie to me?”

“I didn’t want to wreck our friendship.... you just got home,” you replied. 

“But is that how you feel?" 

“Uhhh well..." Before you could finish the sentence, he grabbed and pulled you in for a kiss. 

After he pulled away, “take your sleeping pills, Channie,” you smiled. 

“I don’t think I need them anymore,” he said, kissing you and walking your body back towards the bed. 

“God… I’ve… wanted…..this …for… forever,” he said, kissing you in between every word. 

Chris had one hand on your waist and the other playing with your fingers. “I’ve thought about you every day since I left,” he said, tightening his grip around your waist.

“Me?….really?” You were confused. Why would he be so hung up on you?

“Oh, I was totally in love with you,” he smiled.

“What with me?” You were confused. I mean he slept with you but you had no idea he was I love with you. 

“Oh yeah, BIG TIME…. I was so shocked when you asked me to have sex with you” his ears went red. 

“I thought you were a little too eager,” you laughed. 

“Hey… it was a once in a lifetime opportunity for me….I was a virgin, btw so, of course, I was eager” he laughed. 

“So many girls wanted you….I was honestly surprised when you chose me,” you said, cupping his face just inches away from his lips. 

“I would choose you every time,” he lent in closing the gap. His lips were warm and tasted like peach lip balm. How did he get so good at kissing? Wait, you didn’t want to know the answer to that. 

….. 

In the morning, you woke up. Chris was still sleeping, so you tried to get up super quietly not to wake him up. As you get up out of bed, he tightens his grip around your stomach.

“Mmmmmmm, where do you think you are going? Five more minutes, please,” he said, nuzzling his face into your neck and giving you little kisses.

“Luca is probably up… I have to feed him breakfast,” trying to break free.

“Okay, but like morning kisses first,” he said, so sad.

"Chris.....what...are...we....teenagers?" you kissed him in between each word. 

"Okay, it's my turn,” he said, pulling you down. You laughed as your head hit the bed and suddenly someone knocked on the door.

“Mummy, are you okay? I’m starving.” 

“Ugh, this kid is cock blocking me,” Chris smiled placing a kiss on your lips. 

“Welcome to my life… I’m coming, Luca, give mummy five minutes." You yell so Luca can hear you.

“Okay,” Luca said.

............ 

So it’s time for Chris to go back to Korea. Wow, one month already. You and Luca walked into the airport with him to meet his family. You were so nervous. What would his mum say? You haven’t spoken to her since you knew Luca was born. 

What Chris didn’t know was his mother knew you were pregnant. She begged you not to tell him. She paid you $100,000 not to say anything to him. So the look on her face when Chris walked in with your hand proudly holding his surprised her a lot. You hoped she said anything. You didn’t want her money. You just put it in a trust account for Luca when he turns 18. 

“We told you not to bring her,” his father said as you walked up.

“Like I keep saying to you… Y/N is my girlfriend….. and the mother of your grandson, sooooo she’s coming okay,” he said firmly. 

“Just because she had your son does not mean she needs to be your girlfriend,” his mum pipped in. 

Oh, the things you wanted to call her out on, however, you knew it would break Chris’s heart, so you decided some secrets were worth keeping. 

“Can we stop….I want to spend my last hours with the people I love……mum, dad, unfortunately for you, that happens to include my son and girlfriend….so show some respect” he squeezed your hand a little too hard. 

“Ouch,” you said.

“Oh baby, sorry I hurt you,” he said, spinning around fast to check if you were okay. 

“I’m okay,” you smile. 

“This is Luca, by the way,” you smile as you try to rip Luca off your body. He had been crying the whole car ride. 

“Luca, baby, this is your grandparents,” you said. He did not want a bar of them; he started balling. All he wanted was Chris. 

Chris dropped his backpack on the floor and picked Luca up. "Oh, someone’s grumpy,” he said as Luca wrapped his arm around Chris’s neck. 

Chris then walks over to his parents “you wanna say hi, buddy?" Luca shakes his head and whines. 

“Okay…okay….I won’t ask any more questions,” Chris said, pulling away. You watched him from a fair. He was an amazing dad, so patient. He talked to his parents and siblings while you just sat and watched for a couple of minutes. 

He brings Luca back and passes him over. Luca screams, “Hey, hey, buddy, none of that daddy needs to take his bags to the ladies at the desk,” he says as he passes you, Luca. 

Chris checked his bags, coming right back to you. Luca: "Here, let me take him,” he said.

 Lifting Luca off you once more, “bud, you are so big, daddy is going to pull his back out,” he laughed as he pinched his cheeks, walking over to his family once more. 

“Babe, you are coming" he turned back. You picked up your bag and walked over to them. 

“Sorry he’s not himself today,” you say, caressing Lucas’s cheeks as they rest on Chris’s shoulders. 

…..

Then it was time to say goodbye. Chris said goodbye to his family, first hugging them all goodbye like he had done many times before. 

He then said goodbye to Luca. "Bye, my baby,” he cried, “I love you. Be good to your mummy, okay?" Luca nodded and stood next to you.  

Chris stands up from the ground and looks at you with his kind eyes. He hugs you so tight you can’t breathe. First, he nuzzled his face into your neck. “I don’t want to go,” he whispered. 

“You have to," you say, whispering back into his ear. 

Chris lifted his head and cupped your face. “I love you….no matter what, okay?" he kissed you. You could taste the salt on his lips from his tears. 

“I love you more,” you said as he pulled away from the kiss. 

“Okay,” he said, turning around and wiping his tears, “I better get going. Yeah,” he lifted his carry-on. 

Just like that, he was gone. 

............................................................................................

Chan called every night to tuck Luca into bed. Luca would cry for him at night because of a nightmare. So you would have to call him on the phone to talk to Luca because he was inconsolable. One night he was just screaming, and you called Chan, and he panicked because he thought Luca was hurt. Once he was released, it was just because you didn’t want to call him because you thought he might be resting. Chris was fine.

“Luca baby, daddy’s on the phone." You handed Luca the phone.

Luca stopped crying and was just doing that breathing thing kids do. Not sure what Channie said to him, but it worked. He went back to bed. 

Most of the time, Chan and you would then talk depending on the time. 

“So only six more weeks then we are coming to Korea” you were so excited you missed Chris so much. You honestly don’t remember how you did it all without him.

“You will love it here. I am beyond excited. I have to go, but I love you, and I’ll talk to you tomorrow." He sounds busy.

“Okay, bye,” you said, not wanting to disturb him further.

“Excuse me." I said I loved you. You can’t say bye.” 

“Okay, bye-bye, baby,” you hung up. 

He called you back probably to try to scold you. You just answered, “I thought you had to go.” 

You could hear the boys in the background laughing. “Okay, we will try this again…… I love you..." you assumed he had you on speaker.

“And I love you… now bye-bye” once again, hinging up the phone as you did you could hear them laughing. 

….

The following day Chris called you at 5 am.

“Hello,” you FaceTimmed him. He looked so upset he was close to breaking down. 

“I’m struggling,” he said, balling his eyes out. 

"No, please don’t cry." What’s wrong….what are you struggling with? "How can I help you?” You wish you could hug him and tell him everything will be okay.

“I miss Luca….I miss you….I want my family…today was hard nothing went right, and I came home to my empty bed” it just hit home for Chris.

“6 more weeks, baby. I’ll be there okay….no matter what” you hoped your words were comforting to him. He sat there with his forearm covering his eyes. 

“I’m sorry… I shouldn’t worry you” he was struggling to talk. 

“I miss you too….I want you to be happy…..I love you....you're probably so tired…you should go to sleep” you were devastated you could help him. 

"Yeah...you're right….I’m going to go to sleep….can I call you when I wake up?” He said, slowly raising his head. 

“Of course….have a good sleep, love you” you smiled warmly. 

“Love you too,” he hung up. 

….

Today was the day Sarah was also coming, so the morning was hectic. You all arrived at the airport okay. However, on the plane ride to Korea, let’s say you could live without hearing the word mummy again. 

The 13-hour flight with constant questions puts you in a shit mood. 

“Mummy….will dad pick us up?” For some unknown reason, that last mummy made you angry. 

“Luca…..please, for the love of God, just be quiet “ you were so angry he just stopped talking immediately.

You look around for the way out, and as you glance, you see a sign saying “welcome home Y/N." You smile for a second, and the man walks towards you.

“Miss Y/L/N,” he smiled. “I’m here to take you to your appointment." He grabbed the bags and put them on a trolley. 

Luca fell asleep in the car. "The Lord hasn’t forgotten us,” Sarah laughed, looking up and thanking God. 

It was a relatively short ride to the apartment. The driver helps you into the building lobby, where you can check-in. Sarah is holding Luca when suddenly you hear a familiar voice. “I’ll take it from here, sir” you turn around, and there Chris is smiling from ear to ear.

He was wearing a cap and coat, so he wasn’t as noticeable to the public. 

He opened his arms wide, and you couldn’t help but jump into his arms. “I missed you so much,” he said as you looked up at him. He fixed your hair behind your ear and leant down to kiss you softly. You could not believe you loved this man so much after all these years. You squinted your eyes hard, trying not to cry out of excitement or because you were tired of that part, you didn’t know. However, Chris pulled away and, with his arm still around you, started talking to the lady in Korean. 

Chris eventually handed you the keys and said room 2437. He brought your bags up on a trolley. As you opened the apartment door, your eyes lit up. How can he afford this? It must have cost Chris a lot of money. 

“Chris, how much does this cost?" You didn’t want him to think you were there for his money. Sarah would lie down with Luca “don’t worry about it” he smiled as he walked towards you. 

He picked you up and placed you on the kitchen counter. He had his hand on your hips, looking deeply into your eyes. Your hands were on the collar of his hoodie. You slowly brought him in and kissed him. He inhaled. It was like he'd been deprived of touch. He slid his hands from your hips up slightly, leaving your skin bare to the cold and giving you goosebumps. 

“We should stop” he pulled away. 

“What…why?… did I do something wrong?” It made you upset. You didn’t want him to stop kissing you. It had been so long. 

“No…you didn’t do anything wrong…..I don’t feel comfortable starting anything with our son and your friend in the next room,” he said with his hand still rubbing your side. 

“Oh….it’s okay, they're heavy sleepers” you started to giggle, and he blushed. The thought crossed his mind to continue; however, he wanted to take his time with you to show you just how much he has grown in the last 6 years. 

“As much as I would love to take you here at this table right now, I don’t want to start something we may not be able to finish” you started to blush. What he just said to you was so hot. What happened to little shy Christopher?

 He let go of your hips and turned around to take your suitcase into your bedroom. You quickly follow him behind and close the door. 

“Okay, so…” you say, walking up to Chris. 

“Okay, what?” He questions, turning around and looking at you. 

“What you said just then in the kitchen…..did you mean it?" You smiled while looking up to him. 

“Every word,” he grinned. 

“Tonight then?” You insist 

“Huh, “ he was shocked but excited at the same time. He didn’t know how to react. 

“Tonight, I’ll get Changbin and Sarah to take Luca out” you grab his collar. 

"Don't start something you can’t finish,” he flirted with. 

“Oh, I plan on finishing,” you grin and he gulps. 

…….

Time skips to that night 

You giggled as he laid you down on the bed. "Now where to start?" he said, placing a kiss on your neck. 

“How long do we have?" you said as a bit of a moan escaped your mouth. 

He pulled his phone out of his pocket. “5 pm is plenty of time,” he smirked as he sucked on your collarbone. 

"Mmmmm," you said as you closed your eyes. 

“I miss you so much,” Chris muffled into your neck. 

You pull him up to your face by his hair. You flip him over, so you are now on top straddling him. 

“I missed you too,” you say, leaning down and placing a kiss on his lips. You could feel his hand roaming up your waist, slowly lifting your shirt up. 

“You have no idea how much this means to me today,” he said as he pulled away from your kiss. “I needed you” he sits up while you sit on his lap. He leans in, and his plump lips brush across yours. You can feel his neediness as he fights the urge to rip your clothes off. 

You slowly pull your T-shirt over your head to reveal the black lace bra you bought before leaving Australia. Chris rips his t-shirt over his head super fast and lays you down, placing his hand around your throat softly at first. “The things I’m gonna do to you,” he says, crashing his lips to yours and squeezing your throat. 

“I cannot wait,” you say softly. His hand comes off your throat and traces it down to your shorts. He unbuckles the button. You shimmy the shorts off, showing Chris your matching underwear. 

“You are so fucken hot,” he says, kissing you from your neck down to your stomach. His hand pushes your left leg to the side placing kisses on your inner thigh, traveling up your leg and back down. 

"Mmmmm," you moan. 

He repeats to the other side, tracing across your laced underwear. You twitch at his touch. He smiled and giggled to himself “it’s been a while, huh?" He grabbed the right side of your laced underwear with his finger. He slides them across, exposing your vagina to fresh air. 

He pushes your thighs out and down to touch the bed opening your lips exposing your clit. He buys, flicking his tongue up and down your clit. You squirm out of pleasure. 

“Stay still,” he says, lifting his head and looking you in the eyes as he squeezes your thighs and aggressively sucking your clit. He shakes his head side to side, making his nose and chin add friction, sending you into sweet bliss. 

He lets go of your right leg and inserts two fingers into your core. “Chris,” you moan. You can feel him grunting at his name call. He thrusts his fingers into you while aggressively sucking on your clit. 

“I’m gonna cuuuumm,” you say as you push his head down while this burning sensation starts in your stomach and takes over your whole body. Your hips grind on his tongue as he helps you ride out your high. 

You can feel adrenaline running through your body. It’s been a long time since you have been able to experience this high from your boyfriend.

"Okay.......it's your turn,” you said as you quickly got up and pushed his body down onto the bed. He put his hands behind his head. 

You undo his pants and pull them down his legs. His head penis bounces out. “Do I make you this heard?” you say, grabbing it with your left hand and wrapping your mouth around the tip, creating circle-like motions with your tongue. You widen your mouth and bob up and down his deep throat, his big dick. Using your acrylic nails too lightly to run up and down his abs, you could feel him starting to quiver. 

“Holy fuck…..I forgot how good you were at this,” he said, grabbing a pillow to muffle his moans. 

You work your way down to his balls, popping and sucking on one at a time while wanking him off. He sits on his elbow, and you look up at him. “let’s get these off you so I can get the full picture of what I’m working with” he smiled as you stopped, rolled over, and lifted your bum so he could pull your undies off you shimmy to the end of the bed and stand up. In contrast, Chris sat in the corner, taking the half ripped jeans the rest of the way. You walk over to him and stand between his legs. He’s looking up at you.

You unclip your bra and roll it down your arms and onto the floor. “Now that’s what I’m talking about,” he says as he launches at your breast sucking one nipple while twisting the other. 

“Someone is eager,” you laugh as you run your fingers through his hair. He starts to stand, and places his hands on your shoulders to turn you around, so your back is to the bed.

“I love you so much,” he said, laying you down on the bed again. 

“I love you too” you grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. He pulled away and was now kneeling in between your legs. He spat in his hand to us as lubrication. He lined his penis up with your entrance and slid in. 

"Fucccck," he moaned. He started to thrust into you faster. You use your hand to rub your clit. "Uhhhhhhhh Chris….right there,” you moan loudly. He places a hand on your stomach to stop you from squirming, making you even more aroused.

He starts to rest his body on yours, and you can feel his weight on top of you, his pelvis rubbing against your clit. “Oh my god, YES….YES,” you scream. He starts to bite your neck as he holds you in his high. 

Pleasure takes over your body, and you feel your walls tightening around his big cock. Twitching while he slows down his movements, using your nails to scratch his back as you come down from the orgasm. 

Chris hovers over you while still thrusting “it’s not over yet, baby” he grabs your leg, lifting and resting your ankle on his shoulder, opening your entrance so he can push in deeper.

He licks his fingers and starts to rub your clit once more. You arch your back as the rubbing sensation begins to overstimulate you in a good way. 

“Come on baby....one more….one more….one more,” he said. You could tell he was close. The thrust was sloppy. Your walls clenched around his penis one more time, this time. He finished with you, releasing inside you.

“Holy shit,” he said, pulling out and lying down next to him with heavy breathing. “ I forgot what that was like,” he laughed out of breath. 

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ɴᴀᴛᴀsʜᴀ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴏғғ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ:

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Nat has you all to the herself just the for weekend. And she’s gonna take every second for granted.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: milf!nat again bc i luv her, so major age gap (reader 21+), pool sex, stacy almost catching y’all, somnophilia/waking the r up with sex, tiny tiny bit of angst

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ’s ɴᴏᴛᴇs: I’m having writer’s block atm but i did have this in the back of my head. Might do a part three?

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The white sunshine woke Nat from her peaceful sleep slightly irritating her but when her eyes landed upon your tranquil form beside her, she forgot what put her in a bad mood in the first place. She brushed the hair from your face listening to the quiet snores with a small smile on her face.

Last night was incredible for her. She couldn’t stop thinking about how beautiful you looked under her; squirming and whining as she drilled her hips into you. She hadn’t remembered the last time she’d shared her bed with someone she cared about. You made her feel young again. Reminded her what it felt like to be desired, to be craved by another woman again.

She couldn’t resist her hands roaming across your soft belly pulling you closer to her warm body. She kissed the side of your head down to your ear nibbling softly on your earlobe making your stir in your sleep. You turned your head to face her and she brushed her nose along yours before pulling away to see a faint smile on your sleepy face.

A mischievous idea popped into the older woman’s head and before she could dwell on it much longer she moved her body down your naked one before settling between your thighs. She hadn’t gotten a taste like she had wished for last night but this would be the first of many times she was going to get to.

She kissed your hips and gently caressed the inside of your thighs softly. Your knees pushed back subconsciously allowing her to settle more comfortably. She leaned down kissing the inside of your thighs softly pulling sighs and moans from you already. She kept her eyes trained on you as she licked your pussy.

Your hips wiggled and bucked forward into her mouth; your sighs and whimpers grew louder at the feeling. You thought you were dreaming. Feeling the older woman between your thighs felt surreal. You woke up hazy quickly registering the beautiful redhead that buried her tongue deep inside you.

Your hands found home in her red and blonde locks that you spent many nights dreaming about tugging on. Her big green eyes were trained on yours with nothing but a mischievous and lustful glint in them. She inserted a finger past your folds; it felt cold and soft. Your body unable to resist shuddering.

"Nat," you sighed, keeping your fingers buried in her long locks.

"доброе утро," she hummed against your skin making your stomach tighten with pleasure.

She skillfully added another finger stretching you out just a bit but nowhere near as much as her cock did the night before. She spread your folds with her outer fingers before leaning down again flicking her tongue against your bundle of nerves. She moved her fingers quicker in and out you wrapping her lips around your clit sucking harshly.

"Fuck, that feels so good, mommy," you whined, wiggling your hips wildly.

Nat brought her forearm up, resting firmly on your hips to steady your wild movements. She didn't slow down her pace as you got closer and closer to your release. Your moans grew louder as did your whimpers and whines. Your body shook in pleasure as you fell over the edge, crying Nat's name in ecstasy.

You slowly came down from your high in a pan`ting mess. Your skin felt hot and sticky, the sheets clinging on to you. Your tummy flipped and fluttered when you laid your eyes on Natasha. She brought her fingers up to her lips sucking lewdly on them keeping her eyes trained on you slowly crawling back over your body.

"Good morning, красотка," she hummed against your lips before kissing you properly.

"What a way to wake a girl up," you giggled, cupping her face in your hands.

"Sorry, I couldn't help myself. You just looked so fucking sweet lying there, practically waiting for me to ruin all over again," she whispered huskily.

"Nat," you breathed out.

"Y/n," she whispered with just as much desperation in her voice as yours did.

Reality struck suddenly. This was the mother of one of your closest friends, your best friend. she practically twice your age and here you were naked in her bed while her daughter was away. This was so inappropriate. What would happen if you were to get caught by Stacy, finding her best sleeping with her mom? She would kill you, never trust you again.

"This is wrong," you turned your head away.

"Then why does it feel so good? So right?" she ran nose along your jaw and around the shell of your ear.

"Fuck," her cold fingers grazed your soft skin making you burst into chills.

"Just for the weekend, please," she begged.

"Let me have you all to myself for the weekend and when Stacy comes back, we can pretend this never happened. I promise."

"Nat," you whispered.

"Please," Nat begged.

"Just for the weekend?"

She nodded with sadness in her eyes. You pressed your lips to hers momentarily before Nat slowly crawled out of bed. She disappeared into the bathroom quickly coming back out with a fluffy white robe wrapped around her beautiful body. She was ready to walk out but stopped in the doorway turning back to you with a coy smile.

“What do you want for breakfast, baby?”

-

The day went by and Nat refused to take her hands off you. Making breakfast ended with you on your knees, head between her thighs as she patted your head drinking from her mimosa; of course having to put that down and steady herself from how good your tongue felt. Having lunch ended with your hands tied behind your back bent over the couch as she pound her faux cock into you from behind. And it hasn't even surpassed one pm.

The sun shone brightly and you and Nat dressed to spend a couple hours by the pool. She wore a stunner leopard print bikini that you couldn’t help but gock at. She wore a straw sun hat and carried a small book with her. Her curves and long legs on display made your tummy fluttered. You felt unimpressive and somewhat self conscious wearing a simple white bikini.

“Such a beaut,” she smiled, pressing her lips against yours. Well, that certainly made you feel better. She walked hand in yours outside, settling down on a lawn chair. She pulled you on top of her, your knees falling either side of her hips. Her delicate hands rubbed softly over your thighs and hips to cup your cheeks.

“God, I could just kiss you all day,” she grinned.

“Really taking this weekend for granted aren’t ya?” you giggled.

“If this is the only time I get to pretend you're mine, I'll take every second I have for granted,” she whispered.

You looked into her teary eyes, tears building up on your own. It’s not that you didn’t want her just as bad, what will people say if a very popular and successful billionaire business woman in New York City was found dating a significantly younger woman, her daughter’s best friend to be exact, she’d be torn to shreds by the public. That’s not fair to her, or to Stacy.

“I- I’m gonna take a dip,” you smiled softly. Nat could see the cogs whirring in your pretty little head but she knew it wasn’t something to talk about right now; so she didn’t push.

“Kiss,” she pulled you back to her.

You smiled in the kiss before walking over to the pool swaying your hips a little extra knowing she’d be eyeing you up and down. Nat bit her lip and watched you slowly walk into the pool soaking your gorgeous skin that practically glowed under the sun. She knew what game you were trying to play so she shoved her face in her book for the time being.

A few moments went by and you just relaxed by the edge of the pool soaking in the sun and the view that the backyard gave you. You turned your head to look for Nat seeing as this had probably been the longest she’d gone today without taking you in some way, but she wasn’t lounging where she had been for the last twenty minutes.

“Miss me already?” she said walking back outside with two drinks in her hand and a smirk on her face.

“Well, considering you haven’t tried to jump my bones for the tenth time today I was beginning to get worried you might’ve gotten tired of me,” you retorted.

“Hon, I could never get tired of you,” she handed you the glass.

“What is it?”

“Just a pina colada,” she smiled.

“You don’t strike me as a woman who likes to drink pina coladas,” you grinned taking a sip.

“Well, no. I’m Russian. I like vodka; straight,” she said with a thick heavy Russian accent, making you giggle.

“But lucky for you, I’m not,” she wiggled her brows making your eyes widen momentarily before bursting into laughter.

“That was a good one,” you giggled.

“Come here,” she chuckled.

You pressed your lips against hers moving perfectly like two pieces of a puzzle. She pressed your back against the edge of the pool slipping her tongue last your lips. She caged you in her arms and yours wrapped around her small waist pulling her body flushed against you.

“God, so fucking sweet,” she whisepred tasting the remnants of the fruit drink you just drank.

Her fingers dipped in the water tracing the waistline of your bikini bottoms. She curled her finger over them pulling them down and you watched them float to the surface gasping when her finger grazed between your thighs.

"красотка, I can feel how wet you've gotten. And I know it's not the water," she nibbled on your earlobe.

"Oh, Nat," you moaned breathlessly.

She pushed her finger past your folds, instantly feeling your walls clench with need. She circled your clit expertly with her thumb, pressing her lips back on yours desperately. You brought your hands up and playfully flicked her sun hat off before wrapping your arms around her neck, arching your chest into hers.

Your leg wedged between her legs and she slowly grinded on your thigh. Her lips went to your neck softly sucking and biting the delicate skin as her fingers moved quicker and quicker stroking your velvety walls perfectly, chasing your release for you.

That was something you quickly noticed about her. Nat was an extreme giver. She always went out of her way to make you come undone for her. You had tasted her already but you had yet had a chance to have your own way with her. As much as the thought alone made you tingle, she always beat you bending you over whatever surface was available, the bed, the couch, the counter, anywhere taking you however she deemed appropriate from behind.

"Shit, I'm gonna- Fuck!" you squeaked.

"Come on, baby. Come all over mommy's fingers. Look at me," she demanded, her hips grinding wildly along your thigh chasing her own orgasm too.

You stared intimately into her eyes as your stomach tightened and your legs shook. If you weren't floating between the wall and her body, without a doubt your knees would've buckled sending you to the floor. You grip tightened around her neck pulling her forehead against yours as you felt yourself topple over the edge. Your body reaches nirvana as you cry her name.

Nat watched you with pure adoration and an open mouth as she came on your thigh. When you both eased back to reality her lips immediately found themselves back on yours. You breathed heavily through your nose and when she pulled away you couldn't help but chuckle.

"What?"

"You're addicted to kissing me," you giggled.

"I can't help it, красотка. Taste so sweet," she bit her lip.

"Let me grab some towels, baby."

Nat went inside leaving wet footprints along the house. She'll clean that up later. She grabbed a bundle of towels for you after putting on her fluffy white robe she usually wore. You stayed in the pool still breathing heavily waiting for her to return with those towels. Seeing as the pool wasn't necessarily as 'clean' as it was moments ago you opted to just get out and wait on a chair instead.

Suddenly, on her way back to the pool the front door opened and Stacy and her boyfriend walked in arguing. Nat's eyes widened and she looked at you who stood butt naked in her pool. You heard the two's sudden appearance, freezing in fear before realizing you needed to get dressed before either one catches you.

You jumped back in the pool treading the water to grab your bottoms that practically floated away and Nat tried her best to distract them for the time being until you were decent.

"Hi, you two are back so soon?" Nat said with a bit of annoyance in her voice.

"Jason booked the hotel room for one night instead of three," Stacy said frustratingly.

"I didn't mean to," he responded shyly.

"Can Jason just stay with us for the rest of the weekend?" Stacy asked.

"Sure," Nat sighed.

"Is everything ok, mom?"

"Yeah," No it's not.

You put your bottoms on overhearing the conversation. Your heart sank. Was it over? Did your glee filled weekend with your forbidden love end already? You looked sorrowfully at Nat who too looked to be in complete frustration and anger.

“Did I interrupt anything?” Stacy chuckled clearly joking but unbeknownst to her she really did.

“Oh, no. We were just tanning by the pool,” Nat shrugged with a half hearted smile. You hesitantly walked towards Nat seeing as she still held all the towels. You could still feel her; her lips on your neck, her fingers between your thighs, her core grinded against your thigh, her breasts pressed against yours, fuck. Fuck Stacy and her boyfriend coming home early.

“What happened?” Jason asked passing by you towards the pool.

“What do you mean?” Nat asked, handing you the towel.

“There’s something gooey, like white slime in the pool,” Jason called out and your eyes widened; you came pretty hard in Nat’s fingers but you didn’t know it was that much.

“We uh… we were having a drink, spilled some in the pool. Hence why we’re getting out,” Nat lied.

“Want me to call a pool guy?” Stacy asked.

“The filter should take care of it,” she waved off.

“Are, uh- are you kids hungry?” Nat redirected the conversation.

“Starving,” Stacy chuckled.

Stacy and Jason went to the kitchen leaving you and Nat alone for a minute. You couldn’t say anything afraid your voice would betray you. You went to leave, accepting that this fantasy you indulge the past twenty four hours, the best twenty four hours you’ve ever had, was over.

“Y/n,” Nat grabbed your arm as you tried to walk away.

“The weekend’s over, Nat. I’m sorry,” you whispered tears brimming your eyes.

“I’m gonna shower,” you said before walking away; Nat letting you go considering there wasn’t really anything else to say.

She went to the kitchen and opened the fridge grabbing some ingredients and placing them on the counter.

“What happened to Y/n?” Stacy asked.

“She’s gonna take a shower. She’ll be back,” she responded, still holding a solemn expression.

“Are you sure everything’s ok, mom?”

“Yeah, everything’s fine.”

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Tough Decisions

A/N: Hey there! I said I was going to write Peter Stone angst, and here it is! This is based on one of the HC’s I wrote; make sure you read the tags!

Tags: implied smut, angst, miscarriage, blood

Words: 2436

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When the doctor announced that you were pregnant, you and Peter were over the moon. And when she then dropped that you were pregnant with twins, your eyes went wide. You glanced at Peter, whose shock match yours, before a broad grin stretched across his face, and he hugged you excitedly.

“Twins!” he whispered against your shoulder before he kissed your cheek.

Peter was a model husband the entire pregnancy; of course, he still worked, as did you, but he waited on you hand and foot whenever you were together. And once your due date was close, you took maternity leave, Peter taking the copious vacation days he had saved up for this moment. His paternity leave would technically start after you gave birth, but he was there every step of the way.

A few weeks after the twins were born, Peter started going back to work—half days, just to save up vacation time again. You were lucky enough to be able to work from home, not wanting a nanny yet, not when your boys were so young.

One night, Peter came home—one of the first full days he was back at work—and kissed you desperately.

“Are the twins in bed?” he asked hoarsely, hands on your hips.

You giggled at his eagerness. “They are.”

“Good—it’s been too long,” he growled, kissing you again.

He pulled you towards the bedroom, tiptoeing past the nursery. You were both not wanting more kids, and he made sure to pull on a condom. It wasn’t until after he was climbing off you, moving to remove the condom, that you both noticed it broke.

“R-remember how long it took you to get pregnant the first time? There’s no way—”

“I still have extra tests; I’ll take one tomorrow,” you said, cutting him off.

Peter nodded. “For now, let’s go to the bathroom, clean you up.”

 *********************

As luck would have it, you did get pregnant from that broken condom. After talking it out, both you and Peter decided to keep it—one more little Stone wouldn’t be that big of a deal…right? Even so, Peter called his doctor, making an appointment for a vasectomy.

It took Peter a full 5 months after the twins’ birth to succumb to Sonny’s persistent nagging to meet them. You just chuckled, shaking your head as you got the twins ready and made your way down to the precinct. Peter was already there, working; well, trying to work a deal with a perp, and then threatening him with extended jailtime when he declined.

He came out of the interview room, cocking his head at the commotion he heard by the detective’s desks. He smiled proudly as he saw you, surrounded by his friends and coworkers, all of whom were cooing over your babies.

“God, they both look just like Stone,” Sonny said, wiggling his fingers in front of one of the boy’s faces. Ben, if Peter had to guess.

“They really do; they got that blond hair and the same chin,” you replied, smiling. Your eyes were locked on Ben’s little hand, wrapping around Sonny’s finger.

Peter made his way over with Olivia, and when he stood next to you, he puffed his chest out proudly. “They’re my little mini-me’s,” he beamed. He kissed your cheek, then scooped Billy from your arms.

“Congratulations, you two,” Olivia said, a bright smile on her face as well.

“Wait, Ben and Billy? Can I ask where you got the names?” Amanda asked, looking at you both.

Peter shifted Billy in his arms, bouncing him slightly. “Ben is named after my father. And Billy is named after Billy Williams—”

“The Cubs player?” Amanda questioned, her eyes lighting up.

He huffed; of course she knew him. “Well, yes—”

“Carisi, you owe me $20, and Fin, you owe me $10!” Amanda announced excitedly. You and Peter gave her a look, and she quickly clarified, “I knew you’d name a kid after a ball player!”

Peter’s cheeks grew pink, and you laughed.

The merriment was cut off as the perp Peter and Olivia had been meeting with was dragged through the precinct by an officer. “You and your whore are dead, Stone! And those two little bastards!”

You pulled Ben closer to your chest, suddenly wishing you had Billy in your arms, too. Peter stared the man down, moving to stand between you and the perp, blocking your line of sight. But not before you saw the pure hatred in the man’s eyes. It also didn’t make you feel any better seeing how burly the man was compared to the officer pulling him away; the perp had a full foot on him, not to mention a few hundred pounds.

Peter turned back to you, seeing how shaken you looked. “In other news, my lovely wife is six weeks pregnant,” he announced to the silent precinct.

The detectives exploded with giddiness, congratulating you both. You smiled, thanking them, but you couldn’t get the image of that man’s eyes out of your mind. Peter could still sense you were off, even with your smile, and he kissed the top of your head.

“I think I’m going to take this little lady and my little pebbles home now, get them some rest. Call me if you need me,” he said, turning you towards the exit.

“You’ll have to bring them back in sometime; they’re too damn cute…. And if you ever need an emergency babysitter, you have my number!” Sonny called after you both, making Peter chuckle, thanking him.

You were still carrying Ben, Peter carrying Billy, when there was an animalistic roar from the left. You turned to look and saw that perp from before charging straight for you. You instinctively turned away from him, clutching Ben to you for protection. Peter, with Billy in his arms, could only let out a yell as the man collided with your back. You grunted, falling forward, your legs knocked out from under you. Time seemed to slow as you fell, and you rolled in midair, hoping to land on your back and not on your baby. Though, the movement shifted you to the side slightly, and you hit the back of your head on the corner of a desk. You were unconscious before you hit the floor.

***

Peter saw the man hit you, and saw you twist in midair. You landed on your back, Ben landing softly on your chest. He started to cry, and then Sonny and Fin were tackling the perp to the ground. Peter was frozen as he looked at your lifeless body, blood starting to pool on the white tile by your head. Olivia and Amanda were there in an instant, trying to stop the bleeding. One of them—Peter couldn’t tell which—handed him Ben. Billy, hearing his twin cry, started to wail, and Peter finally moved, bouncing them both and trying to calm them. But his eyes never left your face, your eyes closed and a halo of dark red around you.

“Wh-what just happened?” he muttered, stunned.

Olivia was talking in her radio and shouting orders while Amanda was pushing towels—Peter missed when she got them—to the back of your head. The paramedics got there after an indescribable amount of time passed, and Peter watched them place you on the gurney.

“Stone? Stone!...Peter!” Olivia said, trying to get his attention. His eyes snapped to her face. “You can’t ride in the ambulance with the twins—I’ll give you a ride, okay?” He nodded dumbly, allowing her to guide him out to her car.

Ben and Billy finally stopped crying—Peter was still holding them while sitting in the backseat, since Olivia didn’t have a baby seat in her squad car—and Peter just stared out the windshield.

“She’ll be fine, Peter; she’s a fighter,” Olivia was saying.

It took him a while to figure out that she was talking about you. It struck him then that he may have just…lost you. Lost you and the child you were carrying. And he had done nothing to protect you. Tears welled up in his eyes, spilling over and down his cheeks. It was like he had awoken from a dream, a nightmare really, and he was conscious of his surroundings once more.

“I-I want that bastard to get the needle,” he muttered. He glanced down at his little boys, both of which passed out from crying so much. How the fuck would he be able to raise these beautiful boys without you?

“You won’t be able to prosecute—”

“I can’t lose her, Liv. Either of them. I-I can’t,” Peter choked out. Now that the realization hit him, he couldn’t stop the tears from falling.

Olivia gave him a sympathetic look in the rearview mirror. “I know, Peter. I know.”

 ********************

By the time they got to the hospital, you were already back in surgery. Peter carried the twins to the lobby, sitting down gently in a chair, and pulling his sleeping babes to his chest. They anchored him, kept him in reality. He stopped crying, needing to stay strong for them, especially once they both awoke. He bounced both knees, gently rocking them as he tried to keep his world—their world—from falling apart. Sonny and Amanda showed up soon after, and then it seemed like the whole precinct was there, to give you and Peter support.

Amanda and Olivia eventually took one twin each, letting Peter rub his face with his hands…and letting him have another good cry. Sonny tried to comfort him, but his words fell flat. There was nothing to say.

Eventually, a doctor came out, glancing at the officers filling the lobby. Peter stood, hurrying to him, hopeful but also terrified.

“Are you Mr. Stone?” he asked.

He nodded. “Y-yes…please, tell me, how is she?”

“I’m sorry; your wife is barely hanging on. But…if we don’t terminate the pregnancy, she may not make it. We need your signature to okay the procedure,” the doctor explained.

Sound ceased and the floor fell away as Peter’s world came to a grinding halt. All eyes were on him, but he couldn’t feel them; all he felt was a deep, reverberating sadness.

“Mr. Stone? Do we have your consent?” the doctor pushed; time was short.

“…yes. Please, save my wife. I’ll sign whatever forms I need to, just save my wife,” Peter pleaded.

The doctor nodded, handing him a clipboard with a form. He didn’t even read it before signing, but he felt as if he was signing away a part of himself. The doctor took the clipboard back, then gave him a look. “I’m so sorry.” And then he was rushing off.

A figure—Sonny, though Peter couldn’t see him—approached, and he collapsed into the detective’s arms, sobbing. Sonny rubbed his back, but there was nothing he could do to lessen the weight in Peter’s heart. He guided him back to a chair, then offered to go grab water and snacks, before leaving.

Everyone gave Peter space, trying to let him cry privately, only Olivia and Amanda staying close, so that his babies were at least close; a reminder that he hadn’t lost everything. As the hours ticked by, the only people who left were the ones that had to go to work.

The doctor finally came back. Peter had just stopped crying and was holding his twins once more when the doctor came up to him.

“Your wife is out of surgery and is stable. She’s still unconscious and weak. I’ll let you know when you may see her,” he announced.

Peter nodded. “Th-thank you. Will she be okay?”

“She’s not out of the woods quite yet, but we’re hopeful for a full recovery.”

He nodded once more, and the doctor left. Peter looked down at Ben and Billy. “You hear that, boys? Your mommy is—she’s still—” he couldn’t continue, having to blink away the tears before his sons could see them.

With the announcement that you were out of surgery and resting in recovery, most of the officers left, giving Peter words of comfort as they made their way out of the hospital. Both Olivia and Amanda had to leave, too, to check on their own children. Only Sonny stayed, claiming he had nowhere to be, and wanting to help at least with the twins.

It wasn’t until much later that Peter was allowed to visit you. Sonny offered to hold onto the boys, but Peter wanted the whole family together. He thanked Sonny, letting him know he could go home if he wanted; Peter didn’t think he’d leave your side. Sonny nodded, offering once more to watch the kids if Peter needed him to.

***

You were laying in the bed, your head pounding. Your eyes were rimmed red, but not because of the pain. You sat up straighter as Peter entered your room, the twins in his arms, his own eyes red.

“Pete, I’m so sorry, I lost—”

“You have nothing to be sorry for, my love. You were a victim; besides…I had to okay it,” he said.

You closed your eyes in emotional pain. You couldn’t imagine how the decision must’ve torn him up inside. You composed yourself, then looked at your wonderful husband with sad eyes.

“I-I want…I need to hold my boys, babe. But…I’m afraid I can’t,” you whispered. You lifted your arms pathetically, your arms like limp noodles from the drugs and blood loss.

“The doctor said you were going to be weaker for a little bit,” Peter said softly. You gave him big, sad eyes, and he couldn’t take it. “Here, sit up a little straighter—and you can only hold one at a time.”

You nodded, shifting up on the bed. Peter place Billy in your lap, and you smiled down at him while Peter started placing pillows under your elbows. Once your arms were stabilized, he lifted Billy from your lap to your chest. You clutched your baby, holding him close to you while Peter sat in the chair by your bed, holding Ben tightly as well.

“How’re we going to get passed this?” you asked softly, rocking Billy to sleep.

Peter took a moment to respond; his eyes were glued to Ben as he bounced him gently. “One day at a time,” he finally said. “I didn’t lose you, the love of my life. And we have two beautiful baby boys. We’ll get through this…as a family.”

You nodded; he was right, of course. He stood, leaning over you, and kissing your forehead. Then, he held Ben and Billy to your face in turn, letting you kiss your sons. As long as you had your three boys, you’d be okay.

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To All Of Us, From 2000 Years Ago

I got so mad about 139 and the leaks that I banged out my own 3000+ word ending to the manga today. Please keep in mind that this is a non-shipping story. Although I’ve exclusively written Rivamika before, this is not a Rivamika story, and although there’s an Eren/Mikasa scene at the beginning. there is no relationship between them, only the implication of feelings that are not quite reciprocated. I also threw some Levi fan service in there because why the hell not?

CW: There are references to and non-detailed descriptions of rape in this story.

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"You know what you have to do," Eren says. Mikasa pretends not to hear him over the rush of the little creek they're sitting by so he says it again, louder.

"I know," she sighs. "Even now, knowing that you've done something so unforgivable, a part of me doesn't want to."

"You're a good person, Mikasa. You'll be even better without me."

She snorts a laugh. "I've killed people, too. Just not as many as you did."

"You always had the weirdest sense of humor." Eren puts an arm around her, presses a kiss to her cheek. "I'm going to miss it." That's what finally brings him to tears, the thought of not seeing Mikasa again. Or Armin. Or Connie, or Jean, or Captain Levi, even the rest of them. He's had plenty of time to accept that he'd die at nineteen, was always going to die at nineteen, but now that the moment has arrived he wants to hold on just a bit longer.

Mikasa doesn't cry, at least not the way he expects her to. Tears stream down her face but she doesn't sniffle, doesn't sob, doesn't rage or scream the way she’s done in the past. He sees them both, Mikasa the girl and Mikasa the soldier, perfectly coexisting in the inky blackness of her eyes. She has made her decision. She made it before she even stepped into the mouth of the Titan.

"Kiss me one last time," Eren weeps. "Please."

"Okay," she nods, cupping his face with one hand and leaning in close. "See you later, Eren."

When Mikasa pulls away from his lips, the deed is already done. His severed head feels sickeningly heavy in her blood-stained hands. His eyes gaze beyond her, beyond the veil of this world, clouded with the knowledge of the void. The Titan around her begins to disintegrate in plumes of white steam. Mikasa swears she can smell wildflowers.

"Mikasa Ackerman," a girl's voice echoes. Mikasa whips her head around, looking for the source of the sound. Someone seems to materialize from the steam, swirling eddies of smoke coalescing in the form of a small girl, scraggly blond hair falling into her eyes, barefoot in a dirty white dress. Her face is blank, her eyes downcast.

"Ymir," Mikasa says, the name forming in her mouth before she can think of it.

Ymir nods, then points to Eren's head. "You loved him. Why did you kill him?"

"I had to."

"Why?"

"Because some things are more important than my love." Ymir stares blankly, seemingly confused. "The millions of people who died are more important. The world is more important. Besides, what kind of person would I be to stand beside someone who could slaughter so many people so senselessly?"

"You… don't love him?" The little girl blinks quickly, white lids snapping over black eyes. Something about it seems inhuman, wrong somehow. Mikasa cannot help but think of insects.

A tear falls from her face and lands on Eren’s, snaking a trail down his cheek as though he'd shed it himself. "I can never forget what he did and I don't know if I'll ever be able to forgive him for it, but I'll always love Eren."

"You wouldn't die for him?"

Mikasa answers without hesitation. "Never."

Ymir's gaze snaps up to Mikasa's, and she feels sick from what she sees in the girl's odd, dark eyes: a hunger, almost starvation, for the scraps of affection Karl Fritz would throw at her; a longing to be treated well, to be fussed over and doted on and adored. Ymir would close her eyes and dream of a shining, beautiful man when the king held her down and fucked her, made her recoil, made her bleed, beat her when she cried out or complained of the pain. She carved out a space in her mind for him where she sculpted him into her ideal. Sometime between that first bloody night and the day the assassin's spear pierced her chest she invented a Karl Fritz out of whole cloth, a man whose cold entreaties and brutal assaults were proof of his undying love.

Mikasa sees these things from Ymir’s eyes, feels the bruises forming on her back, the tearing and bleeding between her legs, the rotted wine breath of Karl Fritz in her mouth.

"I would never have jumped in front of that spear," she says, more confident than she’s ever felt. "I wouldn't even have considered it." Ymir frowns, cocks her head like she's trying to understand. "You thought you were doing the right thing, but you protected a man who never loved you. You laid down your life for a man who forced your daughters to consume your body. He didn't even mourn you."

A flash of anger contorts Ymir's face. Her eyes dart around wildly, turning Mikasa's words over in her mind. "But he loved me," she insists.

"Did he ever tell you he loved you? Or did he treat you like a slave?" Mikasa's voice wavers at the word slave, at the memory of Eren screaming at her across that restaurant table; the moment her wall of denial came crumbling down. No matter what his plan was, it became clear that day that he would step on any of them to achieve it. She had no idea how true that assessment would become, millions of bodies crushed into the contaminated earth beneath the feet of Eren’s Titans.

She wonders if things would have happened differently if he'd just admitted once that he loved her.

"You are free," she tells Ymir. "You choose your own destiny. I am free, and I chose mine."

Ymir says nothing, her eyes luminous with tears, and then dissipates into the smoke. Mikasa is vaguely aware of the wavering steam around her, of Levi flying on Falco's back and pulling her out of the Titan's mouth before everything turns hazy and white.

She can see the scene from two thousand years earlier as clear as though she were there, floating above it all: the crowd come to see King Fritz's speech, the hooded assassin's arm pulling back, the tip of the spear glinting in the daylight. The assassin lets the spear fly, its arc perfectly aimed at the heart of the tyrant. His wife Ymir, older and slimmer than the girl Mikasa met but still with those same sad, black insect eyes, watches in horror as the tip of the spear flies closer and closer; but she does not move, not even when it impales her husband through the chest and the light in his eyes is snuffed out.

In time-lapse, Mikasa sees it all: the accession of Queen Ymir, wise and fair, and the moderate reigns of her three daughters, and their daughters after them. The power of the Titans remains within the royal family, passed down from mother to daughter, a shameful, secret birthright. They create diplomatic ties with other countries, offering succor and counsel, avoiding the path of war so as not to reveal their ultimate power. There is no Great Titan War, no walls, no telepathic manipulation. The world moves forward in fits and starts as it always has, small skirmishes and occasional wars, but the Eldians remain steadfast and committed to peace. Satisfied with Ymir's choice, Mikasa finds herself closing her eyes, opening them for the first time again in the year 835, in her parents' house just outside Shiganshina, as a new doctor pulls her into the world. He is not Grisha Yeager, she notes, and then she forgets who Grisha Yeager is entirely.

In the year 845, there is no Wall Maria for the Colossal Titan to breach, and no Colossal Titan to breach it.

Inside one of the cities in what was once Wall Rose, a history teacher writes notes on a chalkboard before his first class arrives for the day. He draws a crown in the middle of the board and writes the subject of the day's class inside of it: QUEEN YMIR THE WISE. The teacher is startled by a noise behind him; he turns to find one of his students, a shy girl called Sarah, taking a seat at her desk.

"School hasn't started yet," he says. "You're supposed to be outside."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Smith," Sarah replies. "I was looking at a really interesting bug and the other girls started making fun of me."

The teacher nods. "All right, just this once. If you’d like, sometime I could teach you how to stand up to those girls."

Hundreds of miles away, the forests of Dauper ring with the whoops of an exuberant girl, triumphing at having killed her first deer with a bow and arrow she carved herself. She doesn't care that she's scaring the other game away with her commotion, or that she has no idea how she'll lug a hundred-pound carcass all the way back home.

In Trost, a young boy lingers over his breakfast; not because he wants to miss school, but because his mother's omelet is the most delicious thing he's ever eaten and probably ever will eat. His mother ruffles his hair and pinches his round cheek, then gently chides him to eat faster or he’ll be late.

A little boy in Ragako District, a few inches shorter than his friends, demands another explanation of the multiplication tables. He doesn't quite understand the concept, goes blank when his friends try to explain arrays of rows and columns, but he believes that he can pass today's test if he tries hard enough.

Across the sea in Marley, the prosperous Eldian District is strewn with streamers, celebrating the 2000th anniversary of the assassination of the cruel King Fritz. The children have the day off from school and are gathering in the streets, purchasing candy and ice cream from vendor stalls and exchanging them as gifts to celebrate the sweetness of life. A little blond girl receives an extra coin from her father, who tells her to get something special for herself.

A few blocks away, a doctor fills his medical bag and sets off to see his first patient of the day. As he walks through the crowd of happy children, many of whom he’s delivered himself, he hopes that his only son will change his mind and join the family business.

In Mitras, a shopkeeper opens his door for the first time, pausing for a moment in the early morning sunshine to admire the wooden shingle hanging by his doorway, gently swinging in the breeze. It depicts a hand wrapped around a mug of tea, wisps of steam rising into the air above it.

The door opens while he's adjusting the canisters on the shelf behind the counter, making sure their labels face perfectly forward. His heart leaps at the tinkle of the doorbell. He picked the most musical one, the one that made him happiest when he heard it, and he feels very good about his decision.

"Hello, welcome to Ackerman Tea— Mom!" His voice takes on an adolescent whine when he addresses his mother, which makes him feel like a child and impossibly old at the same time, despite his twenty-six years.

"Did you really think I wouldn't be your first customer?" she asks, beaming. "Of course I'm going to come support my sweet boy." Her gaze sweeps over the shop, its walls painted a deep forest green, the mahogany counter polished to a mirror shine. "I'm so proud of you, Levi. You've worked so hard and it shows." Her voice quavers, her eyes filling with tears.

"Moooom," he trills, softer this time, quietly moved. Her presence feels like an auspicious omen, a reminder from the universe that someone will catch him should he fall. "Is there a tea you’re interested in, or would you like me to help you choose? We have more than thirty varieties."

"You've been practicing," his mother notes with a nod.

Levi shrugs off her comment, feeling a bit bashful that she’s noticed his hard work. "I've never been great with people, and this job is nothing but people. At least until I can hire someone to cover the counter while I blend tea in the back."

"You'll get there soon," she says, pulling a few coins from her purse. "Get me something you'd think I'd like."

He thinks for a moment, his brow furrowing in concentration, before his face lights up and he grabs a step-stool to reach a canister of black tea flavored with strawberry and rose. "This one is sweet and floral, but it becomes so much more when you add a bit of milk. You don't even need any sugar."

"Perfect. You even thought about how I take my tea." She places a few coins on the counter, watching her son approvingly as he scoops the tea into a bag, folds it closed with surgical precision, and ties a blue ribbon around it. "You're going to be a success, my love. I know it."

"That makes one of us," he smirks, then scoops the coins into his palm and puts them in the cash register, enjoying the feel of the heavy keys under his fingers, the spring-loaded pressure of the drawer. He hopes he gets to use it many more times today.

"Will you be home for dinner?"

"I should be. I can't imagine people will want to buy tea at night."

"Good," his mother says. "Because now that you're in business, we should talk about finding you a wife."

"MOM!" he exclaims, a furious blush coloring his face.

Further south in Shiganshina, Mikasa sulks as her mother walks her into town, not wanting to leave the safety of her parents' cabin to learn and play with the other children. She is perfectly happy to do chores on the farm, to learn the simultaneously mundane and arcane secrets of coaxing a plant from seed, to throw feed to the chickens and pull weeds in the garden.

"Mikasa, you're ten years old. Your father and I can't teach you everything," her mother says.

"I can learn from books. I don't need to go to school."

"The fact that you're saying that means you need to go. There's more to the world than just our farm, my sweet. You might want to see the world someday."

The little girl huffs. "I doubt it." Her mother simply shakes her head and smiles, ruminating on her daughter’s impending teenage years, a possible hint of rebellion, but finds that hard to imagine. Mikasa is usually a calm, easygoing child, though perhaps a bit too inquisitive and stubborn for her own good.

Mikasa hugs her mother fiercely at the school gate, watching as she turns and walks back up the road that leads to their farm. She’s excited to make new friends and learn new things, but she misses her home more than she ever thought possible. She lets out a soft sigh, then turns to face the crowd of running, yelling children; her new classmates.

She trudges around the grassy schoolyard, dodging groups of kids chasing each other or playing impromptu games. Everyone seems to know each other already; even if she did feel comfortable enough to go up to someone and introduce herself, she has no idea who to approach first.

"Hey! Give that back!" someone screams behind her. Mikasa turns around to see a small blond boy jumping up and down, reaching for a book that a larger boy dangles just above his grasp. The larger boy just laughs at him, taunting him with the book, threatening to tear it from its spine.

Mikasa frowns, balling her fists at her sides, then approaches the boys. "He said to give his book back," she says to the bully. "Give it back."

The bully laughs. "You think you can tell me what to do?"

"I think you should give the book back if you know what's good for you," she snarls, putting her hands on her hips. The bully laughs again and shoves Mikasa out of the way with one hand, making her stumble backwards, tripping over her own feet until she lands on her behind in the dirt. She gets up, dusts herself off, and runs up to the bully, punching him square in the nose. He falls to the ground, dropping the book. Mikasa tosses it to the blond boy. The bully grabs his nose, tears welling in his eyes, and lets out a wail when he sees his hand smeared with blood.

"You leave him alone!" Mikasa threatens, looming over the bully, her dark eyes shining. He scrabbles to his feet and runs away and she lets out a relieved breath, her heart hammering in her chest.

"That was amazing!" the little boy says. When he approaches her, she finds that he's not actually that small, only a few inches shorter than her. "I've never seen you before. Are you new?"

"It's my first day," she replies. "I've lived here all my life but I haven't been to school yet."

"I'm Armin," the boy says. "What's your name?"

"Mikasa."

"That’s an interesting name. Are you from Hizuru?" Armin asks, his eyes wide with curiosity. He holds up his book, a thick, leather-bound tome, A Brief History of Hizuru and the Minor East Sea Islands written in gilt lettering. "My parents told me that the whole country is built around a volcano. A big mountain filled with liquid fire! Well, technically it’s molten rock."

"My mom's family is from Hizuru, but I’ve never been there and I don't know anything about any liquid fire mountains," she says tentatively.

"It's real!" he gushes. "I'm reading about it now. I could tell you about it more at recess if you want. I like to sit under that tree over there." He points off in the distance, at a huge pine tree that shades a corner of the yard. "They're going to ring the bell soon, otherwise I'd tell you now. Volcanoes are so cool. Sometimes they explode and shoot the liquid fire into the sky like a firework."

"Wow!" Mikasa marvels with a smile. "I can’t wait to hear about them."

#snk 139 #snk spoilers #snk leaks #snk fanfiction #alienheartattack writes

[kniesyswrld]

hate sex• t.ennis

(You hate him because he is always so sexual with you, even though you don’t really mind)

Warnings: Smut

“Go to the club with us, girly.” Lauren, Mcdavid’s girlfriend, says to me with a smile. “K.” I shrug and I go upstairs and put on a low cut, body con, mesh on the hips dress.

I paired that outfit with some skanky heels, I walked downstairs. “Ok bitch, serve!” She says and I pop the booty out a little, “Tyler will be there for you.” Lauren winks, “Ew.” I rolled my eyes and she laughs.

“Why do you hate him so much? You two would make a hot couple.” Lauren asks, “He’s too sexual with me.” I said and she chuckled, “You don’t like it?” She asks, “Nope!” I said popping the ‘p’.

She gave me a look that she knew I was lying but shrugged it off, “Let’s go.” She said and I nod, then we go to the club.

At the club

We walked into the club with ease and we saw the guys and a few more of our friends, “Hey sexy, wanna go fuck in the bathroom? That ass is screaming my name.” Tyler says from behind, “Fuck off, Ennis.” I said and he laughed.

“Come on babydoll, just fuck me. I know you want to, you always look at my body, I bet you think about how good I’d fuck the whore out of you.” He whispers in my neck and I got chills.

I grabbed the shot off the table and downed it, I walked off and ignored Tyler. I saw some hot guy and decided to dance with him, we danced to the song “Promiscuous” by Nelly Furtado and it was honestly so fun.

“You’re so sexy.” The hot guy smirked and I bit my lip, I grabbed his face and kiss his lips. I looked over and saw Tyler and he was not that happy, “Could you buy me a drink, baby?” I asked the hot guy.

He nods with a smirk, he grabbed my hand and we walked over to the bar part. “2 martinis.” The hot guy says, “I’m Y/n, by the way.” I told him, “Thomas.” He said smiling.

“Can I have your number?” I asked Thomas, “Yes, it’s (whatever phone number).” He said and I put him in my phone as ‘Thomas the hottie🥵’ and he chuckled at me.

We took our drinks and quickly downed it, “Is that your boyfriend over there?” Thomas asks and pointed at an angry Tyler, “Absolutely not! He keeps trying to get in my pants, my best friend has a boyfriend who is on the same hockey team as Tyler and that’s how we met.” I said.

“Good, so there’s no man I have to watch out for?” Thomas asks and I shake my head, “Good.” He smiled and the bartender faces us another shot and then we took them and walked back on the dance floor.

“Hips Don’t Lie” by Shakira came on and I wrapped my arms around his neck, our hips danced together and his arm wrapped around my waist. “It’d be so hot to fuck you right here.” Thomas whispered in my ear.

I gasped, “I’m not about that. I’m sorry, if you want to fuck me. We have to go to yours or mine.” I told him and he nods, “Come on.” He whispers in my ear, “Ok.” I said, smiling.

“Hey Y/n!” Tyler said, and I turn around smiling, “Oh hey Tyler.” I said and he chuckled, “Uh where are you guys going?” He asks me, “It doesn’t fucking matter.” Thomas says to him.

Tyler looked taken aback, “Yo, what?” Tyler says, “Ty don’t listen to him. Thomas that was really mean.” I said to him, “Who fucking cares? I’m not trying to get cock blocked by some airhead who thinks you’re gonna sleep with him.” Thomas angrily admitted.

“You know what Thomas, I don’t think I want to sleep with you tonight or ever, sorry.” I say to him and he grips my arm, “I’m gonna fuck you, even if I have to force you, you slut.” Thomas said with a scowl.

Tyler grabbed me and pushed Thomas, “You Wanna fight cause I’ll fight you right here. Don’t you ever put your hands on a girl, especially Y/n, you big dick.” Tyler says with an angry look.

“Whatever.” Thomas says and walked off, “Um thank you, Tyler.” I said to him, looking down, “You’re welcome, sexy.” He winked, “And to think you were somewhat likeable.” I said to him, he grins and grabbed my hand.

We walked to his table and I saw my friends all chatting it up over somewhere else, “I’m sorry for ever making you uncomfortable, Y/n.” Tyler said grabbing my hand and playing with my fingers.

“I honestly don’t mind.” I shrug and he smiled, “Wanna go back to mine maybe, and make some babies?” Tyler asks with a grin, “Oh my gosh.” I shake my head with a chuckle.

I sighed and looked at him, “Sure.” I say and he winked at me, he helps me to his car and we go back to his.

“You can make yourself at home when you get upstairs, baby.” He winked and I chuckle, he walked into the kitchen. I walked upstairs and got naked, I laid underneath his comforter.

I hear him walking upstairs and I laid on my back and began playing with my pussy. “Tyler.” I moaned softly and he definitely heard, he came in my room and his jaw dropped.

“What’re you doing?” Tyler asks, grinning, “Making myself at home.” I said to him, I continued playing with my clit and moaning his name. “You gonna come over here and fuck me?” I asked Tyler.

He smiled genuinely and walked over to me, “Before you do anything, babe. Give me your jersey.” I said to him and he grabs it off his chair in the corner of his bedroom.

“Here, gorgeous.” He said and I slipped it over my head, “How does your name look on me, daddy?” I asked him, “So fucking sexy.” He said and I motion him to come closer with my finger.

He was in front of me and I grab his hand, I stuck my tongue out and swirled my tongue around his finger tip. He took it out of my mouth and replaced it with his thumb, I close my lips around his big thumb and deepthroat it.

“Can I fuck you?” He asked me, “Only if I can wear your jersey.” I said to him, “Fuck yeah, you definitely can.” He smiled and I smirk, I grab his face and kissed him.

We made out on his bed feverishly, he made his way in between my legs and smirks into the kiss. I break from the kiss and flip on to my back, “I want you to see your last name on me while you rail me from behind.” I said to him.

“Alright.” He says and I heard the blush on his cheeks, “Not so confident now?” I asked looking behind me and he rolled his eyes, “Well, I never thought I’d get this far with you. Always a dream of mine.” He grinned.

I chuckled, “I don’t fully hate you.” I tease and he kissed my neck, “Change the attitude, sweetheart. Or you won’t walk right for a year.” He urged.

“Is that a threat or a promise?” I asked, he smacks my ass and I jerked forward, his hand soothed the stinging sensation and then he leaned in my ear.

His breath hot on my neck, “A promise, princess.” He says and shoved his whole dick inside of me, “Oh fuck.” I moaned loudly, “Shit.” He breathed out as his hips slapped against my ass.

“So tight.. fuck.” He moaned loudly, “Daddy.” I moaned softly, “I think I’d rather have Thomas’s dick shoved in my ass.” I say and he slapped my face, which I moaned to.

“That’s right, daddy. Treat me like a whore!” I screamed in pleasure, “I’m not gonna treat you like one, you already are one.” He says and I moaned softly.

His hand went around me and wrapped around my throat, his pace sped up and his balls slapped against my ass cheeks. “Baby, please.” I moan a bit quietly.

“Please, what?” He asks, not slowing down, if anything goes faster. “Leave marks on me. I love rough sex.” I said to him, he lifts his jersey up some and smacked my back really harshly.

My back arched more, “You slut. You think it’s okay to talk about some fucking asshole while I’m making you scream.” He grunts through his teeth, “I’m sorry.” I cried out.

“You will be, whore.” He says and slapped my face, his grip around my throat went tighter and my breathing slowed down, “Tyler.. I can’t breathe.” I said to him.

All his movements stopped, “Are you okay? I’m so sorry, Y/n. I didn’t mean to hurt you, I won’t choke you anymore.” Tyler apologetically says, “Ty it is okay, alright? Just ease up on the grip some.” I said and he nods.

“Fuck.. so wet for me.” He grunts, “Who go my you this wet, huh?” He asks with gritted teeth, “Tyler Ennis.” I moaned out, “Good girl.” He grins and I moaned at the name.

His grip on my throat was barely there, “You can grip a little harder.” I said to him, he does as I told and I felt my climax coming. “I’m going to cum, daddy.” I said.

“Me too, daddies girl.” He says and kissed my neck where it is beginning to bruise a bit, “1..2..3.” He says and we both came, my legs shook and my vision blurred.

I fell onto my face and he gasped, “Holy fucking shit.” He said and I look behind me, “What?” I asked him, “You just squirted.” He says and I put my face into the blanket.

“No, don’t be embarrassed. It was so sexy.” He said and I grin, “I’m sorry for ever being mean to you, Ty.” I said to him with a sad smile.

He shook his head, “It’s okay. I would’ve done the same if some guy was flirting with me constantly.” He giggled, “Yeah, buts it’s not okay. I actually loved getting hit on by you and always dreamed about you making my legs shake.” I said to him.

“It’s fine. Are you okay though?!” He asked with concern, tracing my neck. “I’m great! It just slightly burns, I’ll be fine.” I said and he pulled me into his chest.

He kissed my head and I wrap my arms around his neck, “I love you.” He said barely above a whisper, “I love you too, Tyler.” I grin and he kissed my lips hungrily, pushing me on my back and kissing down my body.

“Round 2, or 10?” He asked with a smirk, “Yes sir.” I innocently said and he winked before kissing my thighs.

#nhl fanfiction #nhl imagine #hockey imagine #hockey smut #nhl smut #tyler ennis #tyler ennis smut #edmonton oilers

[artxyra]

I'm not entirely sure that your taking requests (I'm only 68% sure) but if you are can you try doing a daminette fiction based on the song Karma (cover by CMKC) with some class salt? (Maybe even some sibling jasonette or some daminette (or maybe even both...?😏) if you can) Btw I love your writing! 💜 (And before I forget thx for doing my requests, the previous ones and hopefully future ones 💜)

Note: This fics original idea had Marinette being akumatized into KARMA, yeah that didn’t happen when I was writing this one. 

I've lost my mind The skies are crashing around me I'm left behind Smoke obscures all that I can see

“Oh, look, honey, our daughter made her first dress. Get the camera.”

A doll sits on the windowsill overlooking the growing garden on the deck. The doll has blue straw-like hair, bright blue color buttons for eyes, and a black stitched smile.

“Get out! You’re nothing but a pest. How could I care for such a child when you couldn’t do the one thing you brought into this world for.”  

The doll no longer sits on the windowsill, but now lays on in wastebasket. No longer did the doll possess the bright stitch smile. Instead, the face lays bare without a stitch in sight.

“Hey, what are you doing out here all alone? What’s your name?”

“K-ka-karma…”

A small blue jay flutters its wings.  

“I’m Jason. I’ll protect you for now on.”

The blue jay chirps.

A bullet sounds off. A small pull of blood surrounds the bird.

“No!” A thunderous boom goes off in the distance. Multiple sirens join the assembly of loud music. A young pre-teen holds the girl close to his chest, blood oozing out of her chest. A hand touches his shoulder. He shakes it off. Never letting go of her.

Beep…Beep…the heart monitor comes to life slowly. Waiting for the young child to test its system. There is no movement. Then there is silence.   

A dark-haired, blue eye teen, stares into the mirror. Her eyes showing no emotions as her body is littered with markings ranging from cuts to words meant to demean a person.

“Marinette! How could you take credit for Lila’s design?”

The mirror cracks slightly.

 “You have to be an example, Marinette. Your peers look up to you.”

Another crack.

“Marinette how you be mean to that poor girl at your school?”

Another crack.

“I thought you were our everyday Ladybug.”

The mirror shatters. All that is left is darkness.

Marinette stares frozen in place. The gloss in her eyes fading away as the glass falls to the ground, blood in her hand as fragments of glass pierce her skin.

She gasps unsure what to do. Her hands never close as she stares at them with fear. The blood continues to ooze out. The room does dark. A thump.

Her frail arms wrap around her legs tightly. She doesn’t move.

When she comes to, it's by the rushing sound of running water. A waterfall, maybe. She looks up and all she can see is white.

“Why did you do it?” A voice pulls her away from the water. Quickly, she turns around but is halted by a pain aching feeling shooting through her body. She lets out a cry.

“I’m I dead?” Her voice was hoarse, she couldn’t even whisper.

“No,” The voice chuckles. The knobs squeal to life. The water stops following, no longer hitting her in the face. “Are you going to tell me what happened?”

Her mouth opens but no words come out. She begins to breathe heavily like there was no air entering her lungs.

“How could you push Lila down the stairs? Here’s a taste to what Lila felt.”  One moment she was standing top of the stairs getting ready to leave, the next she at the bottom of the platform. Everything was hurting. Then darkness.

Marinette eyes flutter open, there the no hard tile beneath her like earlier but now cotton sheets and a blanket. She could feel her body move, one toe wiggle, two taps against her fingers.

“Jason,” She sits up pulling the blanket closer to her chest. There is no one there.

A wave of sadness washes over her. A glossy shine covers her bluebell eyes.

“Hey, hey, I’m here, Pixie.” The voice was comforting. She curls into herself. His arms wrap around her and pull her close. Whatever happened to her should have never happened.

He looks down, a soft snore escapes her lips. A smile appears on his lips. At least she safe and with him. No longer in that toxic environment.

A phone vibrates. It’s Marinette’s.

Jason unlocks the phone to see a series of messages. None of which are good. The hand holding the phone shakes. He tightens his grip. Slowly the screen begins to crack.

“You’re safe now.” He whispers into her ear. “Your big brother is here to protect you.” The remaining source of light turns off. He stays next to her.

“We are meant for each other M’lady. To halves on the same coin. You belong to me and no one else can have you.” Green eyes haunt her dreams. The cold feeling returns with growing darkness that was all too familiar.

She wakes up screaming. Tears rolling down her cheeks. There was no stopping the waterfall.

Jason runs into the room cursing himself. He knew he should have left but his family needed him for a mission life or death.

“You’re okay, Pixie, no one but you and I are here.” She continues to cry into his chest. He doesn’t mind the dampness he welcomes it. “It was a bad dream, Mari. A really bad dream.” His free hand caresses her hair, calming her down slowly.

“Todd what is the meaning of this.” His little brother asks over the phone. Jason watches as Marinette takes small bits of her food before swirling the remains in her bowl before repeating the process.

“It sounds like you miss me, Demon Spawn.” Jason jokes back, half into the conversation. He keeps his attention on Marinette. “Hold on.” He hangs up before Damian could retort. Marinette had pushed her bowl away from her and picks up the spoon. She looks at her reflection.

“Why would Adrien even spare you a glance. You are ugly, dull, nothing you would do would ever get his attention.”

“Argh.” Something snaps. It was the spoon. Breathing heavily, Marinette staggeringly gets out of her chair.

Jason helps her to the floor. He could see that she wasn’t going to make it far in her current condition.

“Am I not pretty enough.” Jason barely caught her words. He must burry any of the anger he has for those idiots for the sake of his sister.

“You’re magnificent, Pixie. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.” He replies. His phone continues to ring with the familiar ringtone, He ignores it.

“Thank you, Jay-Jay.” Marinette closes her eyes. The ringtone lures her to sleep.

“You’ll never be a real designer, Marinette. One word from him and Gabriel will have you blacklisted from the industry before you even put your name out there.”

“I like to see you try.”

“Marinette Dupain-Cheng, an aspiring fashion designer, has been blacklisted on the bases of copying designers for her work.”

“I told you, Dupain-Cheng, you should have back off when you had the chance.”

Marinette curls into herself as the memories flood back into her mind. She’s alone. The old TV flickers in the darkness. The channel continues to change as the voices, tone, and display changes with each click of a button.

“Why can’t you leave me alone?” She murmurs to no one. Her grip tightens around the blanket.

“What the fuck, Todd? You’ve been gone for days on end and being all secretive.”

“I didn’t think you care about my well-being, Demon. I have a life outside of this shithole.” Jason says as he cleans the barrels of his guns. His younger brother growls. He could only raise an eyebrow.

“I will find out what you’re hiding Todd.”

“Good luck with that.”

Jason picks up his guns and disappears within the shadows of the Batcave.

“Pixie,” The door creaks open. A little bit of light enters the room. Marinette is sleeping on the couch, the blankets cocooning her. Everything seems fine.

“So, she’s what you’ve been hiding.”

“What the fuck?” A gun cocks.  

“Is she your girlfriend?”

“No, my sister in everything but blood.”

“Hmph…why is she here?”

Jason sets his gun down and shuts the door. He turns to Damian; the teen genuinely was curious.

“She needs helps and I’m the only one who can help her. Gina tried but the mental and physical abuse became too much to manage. So, for her protection, Gina sent her to me.” Popping the cork off the bottle, Jason pours himself a drink.

“Does father know?”

“If he did, she would have been adopted in the family by now.” Jason pours himself another glass. Damian scoffs at the out his brother is drinking.

“Ladybug is hereby declared an enemy of Paris.”

“Tikki, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”  

“What do you mean you’re no longer going to be Ladybug? You’re a true creation soul. A true holder of the ladybug miraculous.”

“Find someone else to do it, Master. You heard the Mayor, I’m an enemy of Paris, no better than Hawkmoth and Mayura.” She hands him the ladybug miraculous. Her red eyes close at the thought of losing her best friend.

Marinette wakes up sweating, her hand immediately reaching for her ears. Nothing. She sighs and curls back up.

“She’s been through a lot Damian, whatever scheme you have in mind leave it be and forget about it.”

Swinging her legs over the bed, Marinette sneaks over to the door. The door opens just enough for her to rest her hand against the doorframe.

“Jay-Jay…” Her voice was a whisper again.

Jason pushes the bottle and glass to the side. He’s by her side examining her. She wasn’t hurt.

“Pixie, you should be sleeping.”

“I had another nightmare.” She tells him. “Who’s your friend?”

Damian shuffles in place. She’s so tiny compare to any of his sisters like the wind could just blow her over without even trying.

“I’m Damian.” He tells her.

Marinette gives him a curt nod. Her eyes lock onto his. They’re green. She could feel her chest tightening. No air could get in or out. The glossy look returns in her eye turn.

Sobbing Marinette screams out, “Je vais le faire, Chat Noir. Je vais le faire, arrête!” She slides the down the doorway.

“Shit,” Jason runs over to Marinette. She blocks her view of Damian. Her lock on the green eyes soon fades to blue. Jason’s eyes. She tightly wraps her arms around his neck. Jason rubs her back. Turning to Damian all while keeping him out of Marinette’s sight, he tells his brother, “We’ll finish this later. Your eye color triggered a memory. And Damian, do not tell anyone about her.”

Damian is frozen in place. So much had happened in the last ten or so minutes. He had met the most beautiful girl he has ever seen and then she has a panic attack, something clearly triggered by previous trauma.

“Okay, I won’t tell.” The youngest Wayne agrees but not without weighing the pros and cons. He left the small rundown apartment with more questions than answers.

Jason turns his attention back to Marinette, who’s sobs turn into sniffles. “He can’t hurt you anymore. He can’t hurt you anymore, Pixie.” Marinette buries her head into Jason’s chest. She takes a deep breath. She can only hope.

Now you've used up all your luck It's time to get what you deserve I'm holding out for KARMA I'm holding out to watch you burn

Years past before Marinette was completely healed. Gina would visit from time to time making sure that her granddaughter was okay. She was ecstatic to find that Marinette was healing even if it was a slow process.

“Are you ready?” Marinette turns to Damian; his green eyes hold so much love and care for her than the green eyes she had grown to hate. Nodding, she takes his hand.

Beyond the doors, a series of lights flashes along with shouts. Reporters are in a frenzy trying to get the latest scoop on the Wayne heir’s beloved. Never once had she made a public appearance.

“Yes, thank you all for coming and showing my family your support. Today marks a very special achievement, my young son proposed to his girlfriend just a couple of days ago much to my second oldest dismay.”

Jason disrupts Bruce’s speech by shouting, “Hey” from his location next to Roy.

“Please welcome my son and his fiancée, Marinette Karma Todd.” Bruce steps away from the podium. The doors behind him open to show Marinette holding hands with Damian. She grips his hand tightly as Damian gives her a reassuring smile.

In Paris, several people are thrown in for a loop. Several lawsuits were issued. Collège Françoise Dupont, the school board was not happy at the treatment of one their student, a student that would grow to become one of the most powerful women out there.

Adrien Agreste, who was outed as Chat Noir, received a sexual harassment charge and a restraining order. The Wayne’s were out for blood and wanted to add attempted rape charge and compensation for all the trauma he had caused Marinette.

Lila Rossi, who managed to keep a tight grip on her classmates was finally exposed. Apparently, her latest lie was about being the mysterious Damian Wayne’s girlfriend. That backfired. She was then hit a cease and desist order along with a restraining order. Marinette had won the war.

Alya, who never learned to check her sources, lost any and every opportunity in her field. She even lost her job because she published a story about her best friend being the Wayne heir’s girlfriend. Thankfully, for the business, that article was only hosted in Paris, but the damage was already done.

Marinette never sent anything to her adopted parents. They didn’t deserve her. She was their servant, someone to help with the bakery. Though they were better than her birth parents, she couldn’t find it in her to ruin their lives. Gina became her legal guardian and that was that.

“I’m so glad that I meet you,” Damian says to her, placing a kiss on her hand. Marinette giggles and pulls Damian in for an embrace.

“I’m the lucky one. You would have thought this would be my future.” Marinette gestures to their growing empire. It was small but with Wayne Enterprise and Damian’s Veterinarian business, they were doing quite fine.

“Can I offer you a dance, Angel?”

“I would love that.”

No music plays just the beat of their hearts as one.

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falling {j.h} chapter thirteen

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Warnings: sad animal death (i almost cried while writing it) (it’s a bobcat), slight makeout sesh, y/n is a brat, not proofread

A/n: thank you so much for being patient, i’ve been flooded with writers block and then school also started up again so i’ve had a buttload of homework. Here’s a slightly longer chapter than usual as a thanks for the wait :)

As Emmett speeds down the interstate with Rosalie riding shotgun, you sit in the back of the Jeep with Jasper. A warm breeze blows your hair around as you watch the scenery pass.

“Who are these people again?” You ask, trying to get all of the information before meeting these strangers. Jasper absentmindedly strokes your hand while looking out at the sunset’s horizon.

“The Denali Coven. Irina, Kate, and Tanya are sisters. Carmen and Eleazar are together. They’re vegetarians too, which is why Carlisle’s sendin’ us there. He thinks it’ll help you adjust.” Jasper says. You look over at Emmett and Rosalie holding hands on the center console.

“How old are the sisters?” You ask. Jasper pauses for a moment, thinking. Before he can respond, Emmett butts in. 

“Hella old.” He laughs, earning a pointed look from Rosalie.

“At least a thousand. Not sure Carlisle ever got an exact answer from ‘em.” Jasper says. You sigh, stale air exiting your lungs.

“That’s a long time to be alone.” You say quietly. You look over at Jasper, who catches your gaze. The sunset burst paints his skin like a stained glass window. 

“They weren’t alone.” He says. 

“You know what I mean.” You reply.

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The moonlight illuminates the driveway as Emmett pulls in. A very large, very expensive looking cabin-y mansion sits nestled between two small mountains. The front door opens and your sharp sight tells you that there’s five people there, three blondes and two black-haired people. You grab your duffle bag by your feet and unload the truck with Jasper as Emmett and Rosalie go greet your hosts.

Walking over to the strangers, birds circle above you, exposing your anxiety. “Interesting.” The only man of the group says. “I’m Eleazar, this is my partner Carmen.” 

“Y/n.” You say holding out your hand to shake. He grasps it strongly, and you smile up at him as the birds start to dissipate. Carmen offers you a smile and a small wave. 

“I’m Kate.” The blonde with the straight hair walks towards you, enveloping you in her arms. Her smell invades your senses, but not in a bad way. Another girl next to her, a strawberry blonde, hugs you.

“I’ve heard such good things about you.” She pulls away, smiling and showing off her perfect, white teeth. “I’m Tanya. This is Irina.” 

A woman with curly blonde hair smiles at you, giving your body a once-over. You’d blush, if you could. Emmett walks over with what seems to be everyone’s luggage slung from his shoulders. 

“If you’re done with introductions, this guy needs some bear ASAP.” He says, a wide grin on his face. 

“I’m starting to think you only visit us for the bears.” Eleazar teases. Most everyone chuckles at that, except Emmett, who is obviously hungry. Emmett sets the bags down at his feet.

“Hey! I like the meese too.” He says, scratching the back of his neck in embarrassment from the teasing. Rosalie sighs. 

“Meese?” You ask incredulously. Emmett looks at you like you’ve grown a third head.

“Uh, yeah. Never heard of a moose before? Come on, y/n.” He says, his eyes squinting. You look around at the group. Eleazar and Kate avoid eye contact, looking at the ground while fighting off a smile. Jasper looks away also, his hand rubbing the area above his lip to hide his. Rosalie raises an eyebrow and shifts her weight so that she’s looking at Emmett, her arms crossing over themselves. By now, Tanya, Irina, and Carmen have gone inside.

“You do know that the plural for moose is moose, right?” You ask, eyes wide. He looks at you for a second, not blinking for obvious reasons. 

“Ha ha. Real funny.” He says. When no one responds, avoiding eye contact and hiding their smiles, he spreads his arms. You flinch, forgetting for a second that you’re nearly indestructible. “Wait.. really?”

You look back at Emmett. “Yes?” 

Emmett looks around in disbelief. “When were you guys planning on telling me that! I’ve been sounding like an idiot this whole time?”

“I don’t think not sayin’ ‘meese’ would have changed that, Emmett.” Jasper says, his expression stoic except for the minuscule smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. 

“We were betting on how long you’d go without realizing.” Rosalie says, then turns her head to give you a glare. “But now that’s ruined.”

“Sorry.” You say halfheartedly. She sighs again, picking up her bag and walking towards the house. Emmett follows her, giving you a wink. 

“You must all be hungry.” Kate says. Jasper swallows, his adam's apple bobbing. His usually golden eyes are black, and you reach out to grab his arm lightly. He looks off into the distance. “I’ll let you guys get settled in first.”

As she walks off, you turn to look Jasper in the eyes. “Hey, you alright?” He gently shakes off your hand and reaches down for both of your duffels. 

He nods. “I’m fine. Let’s get inside.” He walks ahead leaving you to trail behind him like a lost puppy. In the dark, the temperature has dropped enough that if you were still human, you’d be shivering. But now, of course, it has no effect on you. 

As you follow Jasper through a large, wooden door, your jaw drops slightly as you take in your surroundings. The home is very open concept, you can only describe it as a minimalistic take on a modern rustic design. Jasper keeps walking, not at all phased by how impressive the interior is. You follow him past a very light and airy kitchen, and up some stairs that lead to an open landing that’s filled with floor to ceiling bookshelves and two heavy looking desks. You don’t have time to look any further, however, because he seems to have a one-track mind. He leads you into a guest room. It’s small (compared to the rest of the house), but the decor is light and minimalistic, leaving the room feeling not at all constricting. As you sit down on the bed, Eleazar greets you and leans against the door frame, Carmen standing behind him.

“I hope it’s okay that you two are sharing a bed.” He says, raising his eyebrows slightly. You glance at Jasper, who’s aggressively unpacking some of the items you brought along. As vampires don’t sleep, you obviously don’t need a bed. You guess that he’s cryptically asking about your relationship. Nonetheless, you respond.

You gasp, feigning shock. “Before marriage? How scandalous!” Eleazar looks alarmed, his eyes darting over to check Carmen’s reaction. He opens his mouth, most likely to backtrack and offer you another place to sleep, but you beat him to it. “I’m kidding. This is perfect.”

“Oh.” He says, a nervous laugh following soon after. He then leads Carmen away, closing the door behind him.

“I think I scared him off.” You say, sighing. Jasper is now standing, lightly shaking a box you brought to presumably check the contents. 

“Mhm.” He answers, disinterested. You look at him, examining the light frown on his face. 

“What’s your deal?” You ask, annoyed. His eyes flicker to you, alarmed, almost as if he’s surprised you called him out. He turns away from you, placing the box onto a dresser. You pull your legs criss-cross and lean forward, cocking an eyebrow at him. “Did I do something? I’m sorry.”

He glances at you before turning back around. “It’s not you,” He says, taking a pause. “It’s.. Irina.” 

“What about her?” You ask, wondering if there’s a point to this. “She seems friendly enough to me.”

“That’s the problem.” He says through a clenched jaw. As you watch his knuckles tighten on the corners of the dresser, it dawns on you.

“Don’t tell me you’re jealous..” You say with a breathy chuckle. He turns to look back at you, his eyes narrowed.

“It’s not funny.” He scolds, his southern accent poking through. Your eyes widen, then you double over in laughter. He watches you, perplexed. As you continue to laugh, he looks back at the wall in embarrassment. You calm yourself and walk over to him, wrapping your arms around his hard waist and placing your head between his shoulder blades. He tenses.

“Relax, Jazz. I like you. And even if I didn’t, I’m still stuck with you forever. Literally.” You reassure, also teasing him. His shoulders droop a little, and you press a kiss to his toned back. 

“That’s not funny.” He says, but you know he’s not serious. 

“Yes it is.” You reply. His body shakes as he chuckles. He turns around, your arms still pulling him close to you. He tilts your chin up with his pointer and middle finger, the rest of his hand cupping your jaw. His thumb caresses your bottom lip so lightly that you barely feel it. You close your eyes as he leans in and kisses you. You smile against his lips as he pulls you closer, your chest touching his. His other hand cradles the back of your head, and your hands find themselves exploring the firm skin on his abdomen. Your fingers brush over raised, puckered scars, forcing a gentle growl to rise from his throat.

“Hey- Woah.” You hear as the door swings open. Instinctively, you place your hands on Jasper’s chest and push. He flies into the wall, a resounding ‘thump’ vibrating through the floor and into your feet. He re-steadies himself as you both look over to see Emmett standing in the doorway. “Well, I was going to ask if you wanted to come with us on a hunt, but,” He glances at you and you brush your fingers through your hair, making it look nice again. “If you’re busy..”

“We’ll be downstairs in a minute.” Jasper says, smoothing his shirt and readjusting his jeans. Emmett raises his eyebrows, then leaves. You look down at your feet, feeling like a misbehaving child. You hear the bed groan as Jasper sits down on it. You swiftly walk over to your duffel bag, grabbing one of the few outfits you brought with. You grab the hem of the shirt you’re wearing, pulling the item over your head. After your view is unobstructed again, you look at Jasper, who is trying to look at literally anything but your chest, only clad in a bra. 

“W-What’re you doin’, darlin’?” He stutters. 

“Changing into something that can get blood on it?” You answer, raising an eyebrow at him as you unbutton and then shimmy out of your pants.

He puts a hand up, shielding you from his eyes. “I s-should go see if Eleazar needs any help..”

“You should?” You tease seductively, bending over to pick up a pair of shorts, giving him a direct look at your cleavage. You pull them on, then climb onto his lap, straddling him. “Eleazar’s a big boy, he can handle himself.” 

“I suppose you do have a point..” He says, trailing off as his eyes flicker down to your breasts. 

“Though maybe you’re right.” You sigh, pecking him on the lips. “You should go and help, be a good guest or whatever.” 

He looks dazed, confused by your sudden dismissal. “But.. I- y/n..” He stutters. You pat him on the cheek, then you slide off of his lap and grab a t-shirt from the duffel. Sliding it over your head, you exit the room and bound down the stairs, leaving Jasper by himself.

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“So we’ll split up, Kate and I will go with Jasper and y/n,” Tanya says, standing in the living room. “Irina will go with Emmett, Rose, Carmen, and Eleazar.” 

“Great.” Rosalie says. “Can we go now?” 

“As soon as Jasper gets down here.” Carmen says, glancing over at you. Rosalie rolls her eyes.

“Why do we have to wait?” Kate asks Tanya. Rosalie listens carefully, anticipating an answer.

“We’re doing a competition. One team versus the other, we’ll see who gets more catches.” Tanya replies. Emmett rubs his hands together. 

“Nothing like a little friendly competition..” He says excitedly. Eleazar nods, a small smile looking out of place on his usually stoic face. A familiar scent wafts down the stairs, and you look over to see Jasper. 

“Nice of you to finally join us.” Rosalie sighs. You look to the ground, smiling at yourself. Jasper walks over to you, snaking a hand around your waist and pulling you close. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Irina stiffen. Emmett gives you a thumbs up, a shit-eating grin on his face.

“What do the winners get?” Kate asks.

“Is your thirst being satisfied not enough for you?” Tanya asks. Kate narrows her eyes at her sister. “Fine. Winners get to know that they’re better hunters than everyone else. Better?”

“That’s not fair! They have y/n- She basically controls animal minds!” Emmett whines. You smile, trying to ignore the guilt that settles in your stomach. 

“You guys have an extra person. Some could argue that that makes us even.” Kate retorts. Tanya sighs, rubbing her forehead. 

“Can we start now?” Carmen asks. Tanya nods, and everyone follows her out into the front yard. “3.. 2.. 1.. Go!” 

Everyone springs up from a crouching position. You follow Jasper into the trees, the forestry whizzing past you. So many sounds and scents flood your mind, like the thrum of a squirrel’s heart, and the scent of a grizzly bear a half mile away. Jasper seems to have read your mind, and he runs off to find the bear, presumably just to tease Emmett. As he speeds off to find the bear, something halts you in your place. You skid to a stop, feet tearing into the moist forest floor. An unknown feeling tugs at your chest, and you take a step backwards. The feeling gets stronger, and you try to trace it back to the source. 

When you walk into a small clearing, you see a red fox baring its teeth at a large bobcat, standing its ground in front of a den. You clap your hands, trying to scare the large cat off. It barely acknowledges you, and you walk over to the pair, physically putting yourself in between them. The bobcat advances, assuming you as an easy target. It lunges, and you meet it mid-air. You tackle it to the ground, its head hitting a rock. You can hear its skull crack, and immediately you scramble back, your fingers digging into the ground. Its pained whimpers flood your ears, and your face scrunches up. 

“Oh god. What did I do?” You say, chest heaving. You crawl to the bobcat, cradling its head in your lap. Your hands shake as you place them around its neck and twist, a sickening ‘crack’ on replay in your mind. You look down at your hands that are now covered in blood, and you shiver as your instincts take over. You swoop down and sink your teeth into the now deceased bobcat’s neck, and a warm, syrupy metallic taste invades your taste buds. You can feel your stomach getting fuller and fuller until you physically can’t drink anymore. You snap out of your daze, and stare at the carcass pulled into your lap. Pushing it gently off of you, you brush your fingers through its fur, mostly slick with spilled blood. You close its eyes. Something at the edge of the clearing catches your eye- a much smaller bobcat watching you. Anguish overcomes you, radiating off of the small animal in tsunami sized waves. The fox now long gone, the bobcat slowly approaches. It comes closer and closer until it's sniffing at the bigger bobcats carcass. Then, it closes its eyes, nuzzling under its mother’s chin. Overwhelmed with grief and guilt, a whimper bubbles up from your throat. Dry sobs wrack your body as you enter a tear-less crying fit, watching the baby try to wake its dead mother. You smack the side of your head, trying to stop crying and force a clear head, but you only want to do one thing. Run.

Wind whips your hair around as you run, pushing yourself to go faster and faster. Before you realize it, your foot snags on a tree root, and you fly face first into some bushes. You sit up, pulling your knees to your chest as you spit out dirt and debris. The moon disappears from the night sky as you calm yourself. Soft footsteps approach you from behind, and not a second later, Jasper is sitting next to you, pulling you into his arms. He doesn’t say anything, he can put two and two together by seeing your blood soaked hands and clothes. He can feel what you're feeling. The two of you sit in silence, watching the sun rise as the warm colors causes your iridescent skin to glisten.

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[clareguilty]

Pulled Punches

Soldier 76/f!reader Rating: Explicit | No Warnings Word Count:  ~3000

A smutty gift fic for a friend ;)

“You’re pulling your punches,” Jack crossed his arms. You could imagine his look of disapproval behind his visor.

“No I’m not.” Your response was immediate. Childish. He may have been right, after all. You flipped the grip on your training knife, taking a defensive stance.

“You aren’t attacking with your full weight. If you don’t put more force into it, you won’t do any lasting damage.” 

It was frustrating, training CQC with a literal supersoldier. You were untrained, yet you were going up against someone twice your size and with years more experience than you. Jack had beat you every single round for the last half hour, but he refused to let up.

Even though he had his visor on, he was dressed down to just a black tshirt and pants without any of his armor or gear. It was hot as hell in the desert, and you had followed suit in just a loose sleeveless top and some leggings. It was becoming harder and harder to focus as your heart pounded with exertion and Jack’s muscles flexed under his shirt. Why the hell was he so ripped? You had watched him rip a steel door off its hinges two days ago, and now you couldn’t take your eyes off the way his biceps moved under his sleeves.

“Agent, focus,” he snapped. You glared at him. 

“Focus on what?” you asked, cocking your head. You were getting tired of this.

Your insubordination must have struck a nerve, because Jack darted forward in an instant, knife drawn faster than you could blink. You sidestepped, ducking under his outstretched arm and taking a few quick swipes at his midsection. He knocked you with his unarmed elbow, and you stumbled back. A boot swept behind your ankles. Suddenly, you were looking up at Jack as he knelt to roll you and pin your knife arm behind your back.

“Fuck you,” you hissed.

He chuckled. The sound made your blood boil. “You need to attack from your core, that’s the only way you’ll have enough strength to disarm your opponent. Don’t worry about hurting me. I can take it.”

“Let me up,” you hit the ground. You didn’t want to admit that you liked the heat of Jack’s hand against your back, or the feeling of his weight on top of you.

He relented, stepping back as you pulled yourself to your feet and readjusted your stance yet again. You were pissed. This whole thing felt pointless. You would never be able to beat Jack. Would you even be good enough to make it out in the field? You had been traveling with Soldier 76 for a few months, and it was hard not to feel like dead weight. He was an ex commander. You were just some naive kid who didn’t know when to quit.

So you squared your shoulders and readied your blade. Jack only seemed amused by your anger. He probably thought it was pitiful.

Except when he attacked this time, you didn’t just sidestep. You dropped low underneath his attack, stepping in close and headbutting him right in the stupid fucking visor.

The impact made your vision go white. Still, you shoved into him with everything you could manage, forcing him back half a step. His balance was unshakeable, but you were too damn mad to even bother taking him down. You just went for blow after blow until he pushed you off of him.

It was a quick reset for you, and you lunged again. This time, he trapped your arm with his, blocking your next swing. You reached to grapple, but he trapped that arm as well. Your leg was lifted and you went down swiftly but gently.

You were pinned beneath Jack, snarling and furious. He pulled the knife from your hand far too easily for your liking. 

“That was great,” he praised you, never breaking his hold on you. “Much better.”

“You motherfucker. Don’t patronize me.” You were fed up with Jack constantly talking down to you.

“I’m not,” he insisted. “I’m very proud of you.”

“Just get the fuck off me,” you shoved at him. He backed off and offered a hand to help you up, which you ignored. You stormed back to the bunker, fed up with sparring for the day.

The bunker was an old shelter from the omnic crisis, set into the side of a hill and pretty well fortified as well as off the grid. You didn’t question how Jack knew to find it, or how well stocked it was -- as though someone had been through recently and replenished the supplies. It was one room with an adjoining bathroom, minimal counter space, gas cooktop, low cots scattered about and an old sofa with a coffee table strewn with incomplete decks of cards.

Jack didn’t come back inside until later; he probably wanted to give you a chance to cool off. 

“I’ve got food,” he announced as he pushed open the heavy door. The smell of meat and corn hit your nose, and suddenly you were much more forgiving.

You dug into your portion. Jack ate on the other side of the room, but you could feel his eyes on you. 

“What?” you demanded around a mouthful of food.

Jack chuckled and shook his head. “You are the most insubordinate little shit I’ve ever had the pleasure of traveling with --  and that includes Jesse McCree of all people.”

You scowled and turned away.

“I’m very proud of you,” Jack said, and you nearly choked on your food. “You learn fast, and you train hard. It’s good to see you’re improving every day.”

“It’s not enough,” you shrugged.

“What do you mean ‘not enough’? You’re picking up combat skills on the fly as fast as any of the best recruits I trained back in Overwatch. I’m amazed at how well you understand everything, it doesn’t come easy to everyone.”

“But it’s not fast enough,” you turned to face him. “I’m still years behind everyone else. Shrike? Reaper? Widowmaker? They’re the best at what they do. Even the fucking cowboy can aim while he’s drunk. If I keep dragging you down, you’re going to get hurt.”

Jack seemed shocked by your outburst. “I wouldn’t keep you around if I didn’t think you could handle it. I knew the risks when I let you travel with me.”

It wasn’t what you wanted to hear. You weren’t sure what you wanted to hear. “I’m going to shower and get some sleep.” Your chair scraped across the floor.

You had grown used to the closeness that came with traveling with Soldier 76. The shared space, the unspoken boundaries. He had spent years living in close quarters with other soldiers on the field. Your life had left you no stranger to such things either. 

Except for the feelings you constantly tried to push down. The respect and adoration for this hero who had picked you up off the ground. You had tried to play it off as admiration for his service, and a stupid celebrity crush, misplaced feelings because Jack was the only person you saw most days. But that wasn’t the truth. It was something deeper, something dangerous. You had fallen for this man who was training you, caring for you. 

Too bad he would never feel the same.

‘Agent.’ ‘Recruit.’ That’s all you were. Jack was a hero, more than you would ever be. You were nothing to him. It hurt. You settled in on your cot, facing the wall and counting the minutes until Jack turned the lights off. 

-

You woke up screaming. Gasping for air. Someone was there, and you lashed out without thinking.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Jack’s rough voice brought you back to reality. “It’s me. I’m right here.”

Jack. He was alive. He was safe. You fisted your hands in the worn material of his shirt and buried your face in his chest. Your cheeks were wet with tears.

“You had a nightmare,” he said calmly. “Have you been having them recently?”

You nodded, clinging to him desperately in case he tried to disappear. “Ever since we faced Reaper in Mexico City.”

Jack hummed. He was thinking. “You’re worried he could have killed you?”

“I’m worried he could have killed you,” you shuddered. “He almost did.”

A hand smoothed down your back, rubbing large circles. “He’s almost killed me a hundred times.”

“Not helping.”

“No,” Jack breathed, “I guess not.” He moved to sit on the tiny cot, pulling you into his lap and holding you to him. “I thought you would be glad to be rid of me? No one to kick your ass in training.”

“Still not helping,” you said.

“Alright. I promise I’m not going anywhere. I’m too damn stubborn and petty to die at this point. And these days I’ve actually got something to fight for. Something worth protecting.” His voice, normally so strong and commanding, wavered just a bit. 

“What’s that?” You finally looked up at him, tear-stained and trembling. 

He leaned down and pressed his lips to your forehead.

“You bastard,” you cursed and beat a fist against his chest.

“What did I do this time?” He asked. He was smiling, you could hear it.

“Don’t you know I’m in love with you?” It wasn’t how you wanted to confess. You hadn’t wanted to confess at all. You were fine taking your feelings to the grave rather than face this kind of vulnerability.

He froze. A moment of careful consideration. Risk evaluation. 

“I thought you were smarter than that,” he finally admitted.

“I thought I was too,” you huffed.

“You need sleep,” he said, trying to change the subject.

“You’re supposed to tell me to get over it.” Why was he still holding you? Why hadn’t he pushed you away? He should have been disgusted. Offended.

“What?”

“You’re supposed to tell me that I’m a reckless kid and I need to get over my feelings for you.” You needed that closure, needed a push in the right direction.

“I… can’t do that.” He sounded miserable. Defeated.

“I thought you were a hero?” Why were you still letting him hold you? Why were you so comfortable in his arms? You should have been disgusted.

“I’m a sad old fool. And I love you too.”

It should have been the type of revelation that made everything change. You should have felt your heart race and your cheeks flush and it should have been everything you had ever dreamed. Instead, you were coming off an adrenaline crash after your nightmare, and you could barely keep your eyes open as you breathed in the smell of leather and pulse munitions.

You would deal with this later. Everything later.

-

You woke groggy and way warmer than you would have liked to be. Lifting your head, you realized you were sleeping on Jack’s chest, one of his arms thrown around you protectively.

“Oh, fuck,” you groaned.

“I feel that,” Jack said, not moving. He had probably been awake for a while, lying perfectly still. Was he scared of something?

“You’re not actually in love with me, are you?” You squinted, trying to remember what dumb shit you had said last night.

“I should be asking you the same question.”

“Am I in trouble?” you asked.

“What would you be in trouble for?” Jack pushed up to his elbows, letting you sit against the wall and drag your hands down your face.

“I don’t know? You’re the commander or whatever. Isn’t it against the rules for me to want to fuck you?”

Jack made a choked sound. He flushed pink to the tips of his ears before finding his words. “Well, I’m not a commander anymore. And I think I’d be in even bigger trouble for wanting to be with you.”

It was your turn to stutter and flail. The thought of your feelings being reciprocated was still foreign. “We’re fucking idiots,” you groaned.

“Well,” Jack said, “What do you want to do next?”

“What do I want to do?” you asked incredulously. “If I had my way, you’d be pinning me to this cot, and I wouldn’t be able to remember my own name.”

It was a bluff. An exaggeration. An attempt to break the tension. You didn’t think he would take it seriously.

He moved too quickly. You didn’t stand a chance, still half asleep and reeling. And there you were, on your back, staring up at Jack’s gorgeous blue eyes as he smirked and settled his weight on top of you.

“Have I ever told you that you run your mouth off too much?” he asked.

For once, you were speechless. No witty remark, no spitfire comeback. You just wanted Jack to kiss you, but you couldn’t even find the words to ask for it.

“That’s better,” he teased you. He leaned down to capture your lips with his own and you moaned against his mouth. It was everything you had dreamed it would be. And you had dreamed about this a lot.

You rolled your hips up to grind against Jack. He groaned low in his throat and rocked back against you. “You’ll let me know if you’re uncomfortable?”

“Just don’t stop,” you fisted your hands in his shirt and pulled him to you. You had only gotten this far by some fluke, and you weren’t about to let it slip away. Your hands wandered everywhere, broad shoulders, thick arms, hard chest, firm ass. Jack seemed all too pleased by your admiration, he basked in it with a cocky grin. “Kiss me you cocky piece of shit,” you rolled your eyes.

A firm hand grabbed at your ass, and Jack growled in your ear, “Is that any way to speak to your commander?”

You moaned and let your head tip back so he could drag his teeth over your pulse point. It was a blinding sensation, and you retaliated by grabbing Jack’s cock through his pants. He was hard already. His grip on your ass tightened, a low moan escaping him.

“Is that what you want, sweetheart? You want Daddy’s cock?” He forced you to meet his eyes, holding your gaze as he waited for a response.

“Fuck that’s hot. That’s kinda weird, but it’s hot. Why is it hot?” You weren’t expecting it, but the way it made your stomach flip -- you were definitely into it.

He raised an eyebrow.

“Yes, I want you to fuck me,” you huffed.

“That’s a good girl,” he said, kissing you once more. This time, the two of you shed clothes piece by piece. Jack marveled at your chest when you tossed your shirt to the ground. He brushed his rough fingers over your nipples, delighting at your reaction. He didn’t need any encouragement to begin kissing over the sensitive skin, taking your nipples into his mouth.

“Jack,” you moaned.

“That’s it sweetheart. Tell Daddy what you want.” He pulled your leggings off and nudged your thighs apart, teasing you with delicate fingers.

You hated it. Hated having to ask for such dirty, embarrassing things when Jack clearly knew what you wanted. But damn if it didn’t make you wet.

“Inside --” You squeezed your eyes shut and bucked your hips. “I need you inside of me, Daddy.”

It was the magic word. Jack couldn’t control himself after hearing it. He stroked your clit and pressed a finger inside of you, quickly adding a second. You moaned and palmed his cock as best you could through his underwear. He was big -- bigger than you had imagined. Damn super soldiers.

It felt amazing, and you would have been happy to come just like that, but Jack wanted more.

“I need to be inside you,” he growled. He kicked off the last of his clothes, stroking his cock before settling between your legs. “Is that okay, baby?”

You nodded, trying to pull him in closer to you. “Please,” you whined.

He rubbed his cock along your entrance, pressing the tip in slightly. “I’ve got you,” he pulled you against him as he pressed forward. It was a stretch, but Jack kissed you so sweetly, whispering to you. He waited, watched your expression and held still until you gave him permission to move.

It was slow, careful, at first. Both of you trying to match the other. You finally found a rhythm that felt right, and Jack began to move quicker and quicker, harder and harder. You clung to him tightly, kissing sloppily over his neck and jaw. It felt so good, everything you had ever wanted. 

Jack’s hand slipped between your bodies, a few strokes over your clit and you came around his cock. He held you as you shook and gasped, sinking your teeth into his shoulder to muffle your moans.

“That’s it, baby.” He laid you gently on your back. “Let Daddy take care of you.”

He didn’t slow, continuing to fuck you as you worked through the aftershocks of your orgasm. He was getting closer. The pace of his hips faltered. “I’m close,” he moaned.

He pulled out as he came, stroking himself and spilling across your chest. It was messy, and you would have been annoyed if it wasn’t so damn hot. Jack stilled for a moment, but he made no move to lay down or clean up.

“Jack?” you asked. He leaned forward and kissed you, pressing your foreheads together,

“Are you able to go again?” he asked.

You were surprised, but you found yourself nodding. Jack was just as careful this time, making sure you were as comfortable as possible before taking you once more. He worked you to a slower, softer orgasm.

You came down from the high, and things started to become too much. It wasn’t the same blinding pleasure anymore. Jack didn’t seem to be tired at all. He brushed your hair out of your eyes, trailing a thumb over your lips. “Hold on, baby. Just a little bit more.”

He came again over your chest. You lay there painting as he shuddered through his second orgasm. This time, he wiped you down carefully, splitting a bottle of water with you. He pulled you close to him. 

“You’re still hard?” You felt his cock against you.

“Don’t worry about it -- super soldier shit.” He nuzzled against your skin. “We’re not training today. I just want to lay here.”

You were perfectly fine with that.

Masterlist

#soldier 76 x reader #soldier 76/reader #soldier 76 #jack morrison/reader #jack morrison x reader #Jack Morrison #overwatch fanfic #smut #lemons

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Shyan Fan fic Recommendation

Anon I want to kiss you right now. I have been waiting for this question for years

Batch 1

*All | orphan_account

Ryan's got an itch only Shane can scratch.

*"Come over here and make me." | aldhafera 

“Shane, stop that this instant!” “Come over here and make me.” In which Ryan fears something followed them home and Shane just wants to give the (definitely non-existent) ghosts a show. 

Por Favor, Sweetheart |  carrieonfighting

Two dorks raise a baby and don't even realise they're doing it together until it's too late Alternatively, Ryan Bergara is Trying His Best Thanks

(This one’s so domestic I think I melted)

the choices we make |  exul

Shane and Ryan find themselves in a world where much is the same, yet everything is different. An apartment that's theirs, but not theirs. Photos of them that were never taken. And most importantly a child, who's somehow theirs, yet they've never seen her before. or Shane and Ryan wake up in a world where they're married and have a baby. 

and then there were two (idiots) |  sessrumnir

Shane kisses Ryan by accident one day. A week later they are still trying to process what happened. 

*Body Farming |  shiphitsthefan

Failed suppressants and a surprise heat: the worst of cliches, and here Ryan stands, living the trope on location with the alpha he’s hopelessly in love with. Even worse, they’re spending the night in the famous Bell Witch Cave, completely alone and with no way to contact the outside world.

Ryan knows he can survive and keep his preheat a secret, as long as Shane will stop being so protective and concerned. After all, it’s not like Shane wants to bond with him.

Right?

*breathe out so i can breathe you in |  trxshmxuth

They've been tiptoeing around each other for months now, walking on ice so thin that Ryan can practically see the sexual tension swirling and raging underneath. Ryan's almost afraid that when the ice finally cracks, he's not going to be able to resurface again.On their next Unsolved investigation, the ice breaks.

eventually, the darkness stares back |  EAST (WESTAGE)

Shane realizes he likes Ryan exactly the way he is: alive. 

Four Down, One to Go |  sunshinewinchesters

Ryan is sick and Shane is having a really shitty week. 

*Hold Your Breath, It Gets Better |  beethechange

Ryan stops short in the doorway of his bedroom, banging his shoulder against the doorframe in his haste, because he’s too late. Shane’s kneeling in front of the bottom drawer of his bedside table, peering down at the contents, hand frozen in a hover like he’d been about to reach in. His face is a blank mask.

“Ah. I keep the batteries in the top drawer. Not. Not the bottom one.”

“Yes,” Shane says, cocking his head to the left in puzzlement, and then he pauses for a fraction of a second too long as he considers his words. “I can see that the batteries are not in the bottom drawer.”

*How Deep (Is Your Love) |  touchinghearts

The last thing Shane expects when he exits the bathroom is for his boyfriend to appear out of fucking nowhere, pin him against the wall, and swallow his cock down in the open hallway of a hotel. 

It's a love/hate kind of thing. |  heyghouls

Shane is an executive producer at BuzzFeed and Ryan is his intern. It's not love at first sight for the boys, but will they finally see eye to eye when they realize they have more in common than they thought? Shane is an introvert who finds it hard to let people in, and Ryan is a cute loving boy who just wants to figure the guy out. 

Just Out of Reach |  formosus_iniquis  

A variation on the "I asked for your help getting a book off the top shelf and and you laughed at my taste and called me a nerd so I shoved you into a table of nonfiction best-sellers and that’s how we both got banned from the quirky community bookstore" prompt 

keep you like an oath |  spoopyy

"I'm in love with you," Ryan says, desperate."No, you're in love with the views."

kiss me like you mean it |  rocketshiptospace

“Hi,” Tall man says, taking in the sight in front of him. “I’m sorry, I heard banging and yelling and I just, are you okay?”

“No. Yes. Maybe,” Ryan says, slowly standing back up on two legs again. “My door won’t open.” He eventually ads, when him and Tall man have just stared at each other for a few seconds.

“That’s unfortunate,” Tall man says, smiling at him. He has a really nice smile. “But it happens. It’s an old building, you know. Doors get stuck sometime. Here, let me try,” He steps past Ryan, and places his hand on the door handle. The door swings open like it’s nothing.

or, Ryan's apartment building plays matchmaker.

*Muscles Better and Nerves More |  beethechange

A certain meddling Voodoo Queen of New Orleans thinks Ryan and Shane need some new perspective on life. After an inadvisable ritual deposits Ryan in Shane’s body, and Shane in Ryan’s, the ghoulboys pursue some soul-searching and self-discovery to put things right. Sometimes in a sexy way. 

the calm before crescendo |  abovetheruins

Alternate title: 5 times Shane Madej was flustered by Ryan Bergara, and 1 time he finally did something about it. 

*The Desk Fic |  SincerelyLeah

Shane was having a shitty Monday morning and it was all because of one person, Ryan Bergara. But, by now he should know that endless teasing gets Shane more than riled up. 

Things That Go Bump in the Night (and 7 till 12 at weekends) |   HoopyFrood

Shane works at a Haunted House. Ryan is Ryan. Things go about as well as you'd imagine. 

Tranquility Base |  sessrumnir

After their successful Sims series, Kelsey has a different video proposal for the boys. This time, they're testing how fast gossip travels in the office. But Ryan doesn't expect their relationship to change so fast because of it. 

*wasted on you |  cursingcursive (queenradi)

there's a reason shane loves when ryan wears his clothes. 

Weird |  Helsabot

One night, the stack of pillows between them becomes one stack too many. “Let me— let me hit you with a thought. A theory.” “A postulation?” “Sure. Let me postulate at you.” “Postulate away, baby.”

You Make Me Glow |  sohapppily

Whenever they were on their ghoul excursions, Shane always had a snarky comment on the tip of his tongue and a twisted smirk to shoot at Ryan’s terror. He was mostly the same way in their unrecorded life, but they played up the banter for the sake of The Boys. Although it was a welcome respite for Ryan, seeing Shane in these settings with nothing but sleep on his features never failed to be a bit jarring.

Ryan couldn’t look away.

lightning in a bottle |  LexTheMoose

Love is slow-dancing on the balcony of a house party at 11 PM. 

meet me halfway |  poetdameron

In a world where everything changed over the night, Ryan and Shane's minds connect miles away, making Shane the man of Ryan's dreams. Literally. 

Batch 2

*And they were roommates (oh my god they were roommates) |  Squeakyshroom

All my notes said on this one was “this is pure sex jesus”

2:10 to Wellton |  quackers

and i'm puffing my chest, getting red in the face |  pissedofsandwich

Bed-warm Hands and the Ghost of Elvis |   MiraclesofPaul

*BFFS Get Married For A Week - Ryan and Shane |  aspookycryptidsock

distorted truths |  hwsinbs

*Everything's Weird and We're Always in Danger |   beethechange

hammer me to the cross of my despair |   heartchains

I Think the Ghost Likes You |   cactsu

*I’ve Kissed You Before, but I Didn’t Do It Right (Can I Try Again) |   beethechange

if i should fall |  abovetheruins

*Just The Facts |   millyvanilly (miloisnothere)

*Out of Control with Ryan |  beethechange

*Pushing All Your Buttons |  beethechange

satisfaction brought it back |  ElasticElla

Short Stack |  Anonymous

*Thank you, Satan |  Squeakyshroom

The Chain |  Lafayette1777

Rough water |  heyghouls

Batch 3

The Thrilling Gardner Museum Heist |  orphan_account

One in Five Billion |  punk_rock_yuppie

a short history of almost something |  cooliohoolio

*A Suspicion of Feelings |  beethechange

I Will Be the Sun, I Will Wake You Up |  sohapppily

*ready if it happens with you |  sarcasticfishes

*The Denial Twist |  beethechange

The Bizarre Road Trip Of A Missing Family |  icantwritegood

Beautiful Crime |  orphan_account

The Odd Death of Michelle Von Emster |  icantwritegood

won't you ride on my fast machine? |  ElasticElla 

Batch 4

*Breathe |  quackers

*The Hunger |  poetdameron

Black Sun |  quackers

contrapposto |  spoopyy

(Let me tell you that I never liked major character death but I accidentally read this one without reading the warning and YOO I am a fan of major character death now. This was beautifully written!)

darling it's a faded notion |  varnes

(This was the very first shyan fic I’ve read and still one of the best one’s)

*Full-Court Press |  beethechange

(I remember this one oh my god this has jersey kink in it and I didn’t even know what it means until I read this and it awaken something in me. This writer I swear to god. They could write Ryan and Shane fucking in a hot dog costume on top of the mountains and I’d still be into it.)

*Ryan Number One |  quackers

(THIS has everything I want and didn’t know I needed. This is hot this is sexy. Five star porn right here.)

theft by finding |  varnes 

*Wicked Game |  quackers

(This is my favorite. This ruined me in so many ways and I got so affected and shaken up that I can’t draw anything for months. I have been to so many fandoms and read hundreds of fics but nothing has fucked me up like this. I have to switch to a different fandom because I am having the longest art block ever because I keep thinking about this fic. I am not exaggerating I swear if you see my previous posts there’s quite a gap in my shyan art. And I am saying this in the highest of compliment, this fic changed my life.)

*Translucent |  poetdameron 

*Begin the Begin, Over and Over |  beethechange 

*Let the Sunshine Burn Your Eyes |  YogurtTime 

*Look How Long They Are |  drunkkenobi

*The Disturbing Mystery of the Jamison Family |  icantwritegood

(This one’s fun! I fucking love this one! Lot’s of angry sex. The banter! The banter holy shit hmm!! I don’t want to spoil anymore. It’s dark but it’s funny it’s also hot and sad. This writer loooves angst.)

*Collide |  needywitch 

* - has porn

This got way longer than I thought and I couldn’t even put the summary in some of them but all of these are worth the read. This fandom has so much talented writers that my small monkey brain went fucking bananas on the list. 

#rousponse #shyan fic rec #Anon must be expecting 5-10 fics because it's such a light-hearted ask

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Nightmare - Upstead Fic

This is my first Upstead fic, so I really hope you like it as I am so proud of it 😊 It’s starts towards the end of 7x09 and is an alternative, more tense ending to the actual episode/storyline, in my opinion. Enjoy!

wc - 3,688

“Angela.” It was almost a whisper, that’s how dry his throat was and how weak he had grown over the last twenty-four hours of almost constant beatdowns. Not only did Jay have to deal with the physical torture, but the mental one too. Every moment that led up to where he was right now was being replayed in his head, seeing as he has nothing more to do. Being the type of guy who always tries to find a way to improve himself in every way possible, he’s picking apart each second, imagining the hundreds of different ways things could have gone differently if he had just let the call go to voicemail, told his partner where he was going, gone in with backup, heard the guy’s footsteps behind him, fought him off. Hell, he was even going back as far as to question his quick decision of Marcus West being the one responsible for the murder of two young boys. He sees now though that he was getting too involved, being too emotional, trying his absolute best not to slip into the cold, heartless shell of a man that returned from Afghanistan all those years ago to the point where he went too far and got an innocent man killed. 

“Angela.” He tried again, prying the eye open that wasn’t glued shut with dried blood from the gash on his forehead. “Kick one of those pipes over to me.”

The woman that sat slumped against the pipes across from him raised her head. But she didn’t meet his eyes. How could she after what he had just revealed to her? The man before her had murdered her husband, in her mind. And even though her only chance at survival was to work with him, she had absolutely no desire in her heart to do so. He deserved to die, and if that meant that she would too, then so be it. But every time her thoughts ventured there, she reminded herself of her son. He already lost his father, so he needed his mother more than ever.

“C’mon, Angela.” He had managed to free his left hand by now, the ropes that once bound him hanging loose from his wrist as he gestured towards the objects in question. “We gotta work together if we’re gonna get outta here, so you have to kick one over, c’mon, please. It’s the only way.”

It was then she lifted her eyes to his. The dark chestnut pools had lost all life and purpose and were emotionally empty, barring the harsh disgust that was boring holes straight through to Jay’s soul, so deep he could sense it bubbling inside him, the feeling so undeniably familiar, being that he felt it towards himself the night he discovered his mistake, unable to correct it as it was too late.

***

Unbeknownst to Jay, his beloved unit was rallying outside the very building he was being held prisoner in, ready to take down an army if it meant they’d save him.

Voight was dishing out orders to each of them, but Hailey wasn’t listening, not really. She knew she’d do anything to get to Jay, even if it meant going against the boss’ orders or putting her own life in danger. Thoughts of how she could be so stupid to let him go without backup or to get her hopes up that he’d be in the van for the exchange kept swirling around in her brain. But she had to be totally focused on the now. The next few minutes could land anywhere on the spectrum between the most ideal scenario of finding him perfectly okay and finding him in a lifeless heap on the floor. She had to be alert and ready for anything.

That’s why she didn’t hesitate when Kevin hoisted her up to crawl through the vent in the wall.

***

It was now or never. The weaker of their two captors had come down the stairs a few seconds ago, armed with a water bottle and a fresh dressing for Angela’s wound. Now he was knelt down beside her, applying it whilst trying to keep down whatever he had for lunch. It was pretty much useless. She needed a miracle after the amount of blood she had already lost, and still it kept gushing out, even though Jay was pretty sure she didn’t have a much left.

“There you go.” The man announced, getting to his feet but staying crouched.

“Can I have some water?” Jay piped up, adrenaline starting to seep into his blood at the mere thought of the feat he was going to have to pull off.

The man simply looked over his shoulder at the battered and bruised body behind him, showing no objection nor acceptance.

“Please, man.” Jay begged now, his voice breathier to play the part.

The man’s gaze returned and stayed on Angela as he grabbed the water bottle, stepping backwards towards Jay when the harsh ringing of the metal pipe echoed throughout the murky basement as it collided with his head.

After he dropped to the floor, Jay checked he was out cold before sliding the rope, tied to his right wrist, off the pipe. He attempted to get to his feet, but he felt the room spin and decided on crawling until his blood pressure went back up. He once again checked the man was unconscious along with casting a glance over to the stairs to make sure the other guy wasn’t on his was to beat the crap out of him. Satisfied with the answer to both, he searched his victim’s pockets for a weapon of any kind. He found a switchblade, and although he would have preferred a gun, it would have to do. He then grabbed the pipe before crossing the short distance to Angela, kneeling down beside her.

“You did good.” He said, a little out of breath, as he used to knife to cut through the ropes that tethered her to the pipes like he was. The only acknowledgement he got was a helpless whimper and a sad little nod.

“Okay, stay here,” he gave the pipe to Angela, then laid a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “I’m going after the other one.”

And he was up. As stealthily as he could, he climbed the stairs, attempting to stay flat to the wall and out of sight. He could hear the words flowing from the other guy’s mouth, anger lacing each one, along with heavy footsteps reverberating across the floor above him. Then after a deep breath, he emerged, sprinting towards the guy who had his back turned. That was until Jay was about three feet away, when he promptly turned and fought back, blocking the slashes of Jay’s hand with his forearm and landing a punch to Jay’s gut with his other hand. It didn’t stop Jay though, he swung and he swung, and he knew, he knew that he’d have this guy by now if he wasn’t so goddamn weak and in pain.

The guy managed to forcefully shove Jay away from him, long enough to raise his revolver and fire a shot off. A lucky shot. One that ripped through the flesh of Jay’s shoulder like it was paper.

And he screamed.

A guttural scream that resonated from somewhere deep inside of him as the pain ripped through him. He staggered backwards, clutching at his wound whilst the agony set in.

And he was so goddamn close to getting out of there.

“Jay!”

He heard it. And though it was fairly far away, he couldn’t mistake that voice for anyone else’s.

Hailey.

Oh, how he cursed himself for not telling her how he felt before. He knew how unreliable tomorrow is, he’d experienced it first-hand with too many people, yet still he had assumed it was going to come around. Now all he had left to ease the pain of his stupidity was to convince himself that she would be better off without him. She deserves so much better than him. He was a murderer, essentially. And we’re not talking the bad guys, here. Marcus West had been on his conscious since the day he died, and despite the numerous assurances from multiple people that it wasn’t his fault that he died, he knew in his heart that at least some part of it was. He reverted his mind back to Hailey as he waited for the second and fatal shot to come his way. After all, if he was going to go out, he knew it would be a lot more peaceful if his thoughts were filled with bright blonde hair, bright blue eyes that remined him of the sky on the most perfect of sunny days and the infectious smile that could make him feel whole when he caused it.

***

She heard the gunshot. She’d heard hundreds before, but this one, the one that was most likely the difference between life and death for her partner, was the loudest. So loud it made her heart stop and legs go weak at the same time. It felt as if the walls were suffocating her, coaxing her into an unconscious state where nothing was real. Not like a dream, but less of a nightmare than the one she was living in now.

But she clutched onto reality, staying awake and hauling herself back into the moment.

“Jay!” She screamed as powerful as she could, her legs finding the strength to sprint in the direction of the gunshot. It was her only way of telling him that she was there and begging him to hold on, for her.

She needs him alive. She needs him to have her back, in every aspect of life. She needs him to make her smile when everything else seems dreary.

She needs him.

***

“C’mon, pretty boy.”

Jay was only partially conscious as he was half dragged, half stumbling up the steps to the roof. He had no idea what this guy was doing. Why didn’t he just finish him off when he had the chance?

They practically burst through the door and onto the roof, the guy shoving Jay so that he fell to his knees in from of him. He groaned, but still managed to get to his feet, albeit achingly slowly. Turning to face his captor, he was met with the barrel of a gun.

“Who are you?” The man seethed. “You told us your name was Jim, but that girl shouted Jay.”

Jay didn’t say a word. He just maintained eye contact with his one good eye.

“And the way you fought me...I have to give it to you; you were pretty damn good.” The man chuckled sadistically before stopping abruptly. “Which makes it very likely that you’re a cop.”

Jay’s eyes must have flickered, because the man soon cocked the revolver, taking a step forward and urging Jay to take a step back.

“Fuck.” The man grimaced. “I knew it.”

“You’re done, man.” Jay said, seeing his chance to negotiate. “It’s over, you can’t win. So either shoot me and get charged with the murder of a police officer, or let me go. You can escape, if you’re quick, and no one will even know you were here. I’ll tell them your buddy was the only guy and he was the one who shot me.”

He genuinely seemed to consider it, only for a second, before a rage burned in his eyes stronger than Jay had ever witnessed before.

“Why can’t I have both things that I want? You, dead, and escape.” He inched further forward, the barbaric smile returning, and Jay stepped further back. “As far as I know, you fell off the roof trying to let your cop buddies know you were up here.”

That’s when Jay realised how close to the edge he was, and a lump grew in his throat.

***

“Where the hell is he?” Hailey shouted, slamming her hands down on the table beside her. The rest of the unit, which had recently regrouped after sweeping the warehouse, flinched at the loud bang but understood her frustration as they felt it themselves. Hailey found the spot where the gunshot had happened; the blood splatter on the wall tipped her off. The first place she looked was down the stairs, but she had only found Angela, slouched against the wall, and one of the captors, laid out unconscious. But no gun, and no Jay.

“There’s only two exits, and Kim and Rojas have them covered. Let’s do another sweep of the warehouse, they can’t have just disappeared.” Voight ordered, and they all dispersed, except Hailey, who still had both hands firmly planted on the table as she breathed deeply, grasping onto the little composure she had left.

That’s when she realised there were more than two exits. There was one leading onto the roof.

She sprinted off towards the stairs that she’d memorised from the blueprints and climbed them faster than she thought humanly possible. When she reached the roof, she couldn’t help but to throw open the door, her gun raised ready to fire. And as she stepped out onto the roof, she took a split second to thank her past self for taking an extra few minutes to look over the blueprints one last time.

***

Both men heard the door open, only Jay had the advantage of being the one facing it. Which is why he had a few second lead of seeing the flurry of blonde hair rushing out. And also why he had the chance, whilst his captor turned to see what the noise was, to grab the gun and attempt to pry it from his hands. But the attempt was unsuccessful, mainly down to the fact only one of his arms was currently operational, so it resulted in a struggle of tangled limbs and grunts as each man tried to claim the gun as their own. That also meant that Hailey didn’t have a clear shot in fear of shooting her partner.

But suddenly she wished she had taken the chance and trusted her skills when both bodies tumbled off the roof.

She couldn’t move. She was fixed in place in fear of seeing her partner, her best friend, falling to his death. That’s when she heard the crack, the one from the bodies hitting the sidewalk, and it was then that every fibre of her being wanted to shatter. She wanted to fall to her hands and knees and wail and howl until she was hoarse and her tears had formed puddles below her.

But she didn’t. She ran to the edge of the building where she braced herself before looking over, ready to confirm her worst nightmare. And down on the pavement were mangled limbs and spattered blood surrounding them.

And Jay grasping onto a protruding metal pole with his right hand, his body dangling precariously as he grits his teeth to endure the pain.

Hailey couldn’t believe it. She wasn’t religious, but she thanked whoever was looking down right now for the miracle that just occurred.

“Jay!” She shouted, and you could tell she was on the threshold of breaking down from the way even the single syllable she spoke wobbled with unshed tears. She reached down her hand to grab his wrist, but she knew she wasn’t going to be able to pull him up on her own, even if she had all the adrenaline in the world pumping through her veins. “Help! On the roof!”

She screamed it once. Twice. Three times. All the while, keeping her grip on Jay’s wrist as he hung helplessly. But she could tell he was getting tired, and he was already weak to begin with. The next time she spoke she couldn’t stop the tears from falling.

“Just hold on, Jay, please. Please hold on.” It came out almost in sobs, but she was so desperate for him to stay strong that she didn’t care.

“Oh my god, Hailey!” Kevin shouted from the top of the stairs behind her. She heard his footsteps racing across the gravel before he dropped to his stomach beside her and looked over the edge. He didn’t hesitate to grab Jay’s arm, both him and Hailey heaving the man up and onto the roof.

And that’s where he gave up, falling to his back as the agony washed over him in full force, the adrenaline wearing off in its entirety.

“Jay, stay with me. Stay with me.” Hailey cried out, her bright blonde hair and fresh blue eyes as crystalline as the lake on a summer’s day being the last thing he remembers before slipping into unconsciousness.

***

The next thing he knows, the repetitive beep of the monitor and the chemical smell that lingers in the air is what he’s waking up to, along with the warm hand that is interlocked with his own and keeping him close. He flickers open his eyes, letting them adjust to the harsh white light before opening them fully and looking around. His brother is leant against the doorframe, watching him as he stirs before catching his eyes and smiling gratefully. To his right is a mess of blonde hair splayed out over the covers as Hailey rests her head and her eyes. He can tell she’s asleep from her slow breathing, but she looks anything but peaceful. He turns his attention back to Will, who is now walking gently towards him.

“Hey little bro,” he whispers. “You gave us quite a scare.”

“Can’t get rid of me that easily.” Jay quipped, his voice hoarse, managing a small smile.

Will merely smirked before explaining what happened when they got to the hospital, speaking quietly at Jay’s request so he didn’t wake Hailey. Once he was done, he left with a nod and a remark about letting the two lovebirds have some time together.

Jay inhaled and exhaled deeply before gathering the courage to wake Hailey. He ran his fingers through her hair then caressed her cheek with his thumb until she stirred. She sat up, a little disoriented at first but she soon came back to earth. That’s when she realised what woke her, and any remnants of sleep were quickly shaken away.

“You’re awake.” She breathed out, a little disbelieving despite the surgeon saying he was due to make a full recovery.

“So are you.” He smirked.

Silence hung in the air once more, but it was neither comfortable nor awkward. Both of them could tell there were words that needed to be said, but they couldn’t find the right ones. Somewhat luckily, that’s when Voight decided to grace them with his presence.

***

It was a little later now, and Hailey had just returned from work to sit with Jay again. He wasn’t being discharged for a least another few days, much to his dismay, but he was glad that she was there to make the wait more enjoyable. Whilst she was gone, he figured out what he wanted to say to her, the exact words, only when she stepped into the room a few minutes ago, they seemed to escape him. But it was now or never, so he threw caution to the wind and went with what his heart was telling him.

“Hailey?” It was a little louder than a whisper that he managed at first, but she heard and was up on her feet in no time.

“What is it? Are you in pain? Should I get a nurse? Or are you thirsty? I can get you some water…” She was a little on edge. She wasn’t used to seeing her partner, the war vet, the first person through the door, so incapacitated and…weak.

“No, no, I’m good.” He chuckled, and she relaxed, exhaling deeply and sitting down on the edge of the bed before meeting his eyes. He smiled softly, as did she. “You saved me.”

“Well, Kevin was the one to- “

“No, Hailey, you saved me. When that guy shot me, I was so close to giving up. I was so sure that that was it, that I was going to die on the cold, stone floor of a warehouse. But then I heard your voice. It gave me hope, it reminded me I had something, someone, worth fighting for, so close to me that I could hear you. And I was devastated when he dragged me up to that roof, but I knew that you’d find me if I just kept him talking, and you did, and you saved me again. And then when we fell, I grabbed onto that pipe, but I was so tired, Hailey, I didn’t think I was going to keep hold of it much longer. But then you told me to hold on, and I knew that I had to because if I didn’t, I wouldn’t be able to hear your voice again, I wouldn’t see your smile light up a room again or hear your laugh and have it make my day. And I realised, Hailey, that I couldn’t let go, because that would mean giving up on a chance of having the most amazing life with you, and I could never pass that up in a million years. So, yes, Hailey, you saved me.”

That’s when he realised that she had silent tears streaming down her face, but a small smile graced her features.

“Jay…I…” She started, but she too was unable to put her feelings into words, as none seemed to convey the immensity of them. So she leaned down and captured his lips with her own, cupping the back of his head with her hand, kissing him so sweetly and passionately that she poured a thousand words worth of her feelings into that one kiss. It was like everything around them vanished, as if nothing else existed but them. He returned it immediately, holding her cheek in his palm, and they bared their souls, showing how much love they have for one another, and suddenly they both felt utterly complete.

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[shinsorokiri]

UA Idol | Chapter Two

Hitoshi Shinsou x Reader

Word Count: 1,539

Warnings: Language, big anxiety, hint at being used

A/N: I am so sorry I forgot to upload last week! It was my birthday last Saturday and... I had a good time haha. But here is chapter two! Okay, so the “original songs” aren’t actually originals, and I put the lyrics in the actual writing because I know that sometimes people can’t listen to the songs recommended for a fic, so yeah. The songs are “Seventeen (Reprise)” by Troye Sivan and “The District Sleeps Alone Tonight” by Birdy. If you wanted to listen while reading, that would be cool, but it’s not required! Either way I hope you enjoy!

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“Oh well aren’t you just the cutest little thing!”

“Midnight, please stop calling every single contestant cute.”

“Why don’t you beg me to Aizawa.”

“No.”

“I gotta agree with her on this one, Aizawa. She’s cute.”

“Hawks, could you at least try to be professional.”

“Ha! Funny! Hi there, chickadee!” Hawks winks, and you grin. “Hello.”

“Alright, so give us the run-down of everything, you know name, reason you’re here, all that. I’m sure you’re tired of being asked, but it would be nice if we knew,” Toshinori says, giving you a wide grin. He seems like the most levelheaded out of all of them, but you know just how goofy he can get. Especially when he’s egged on by Midnight and Hawks. “Ah, I’m (F/n) (L/n), I’m here because well, my roommate Mina talked me into it.”

“The girl we just saw?” “Yeah, she didn’t want to audition alone and she knows that I write songs, so she pushed me to audition, mostly because I’ve been kind of out of the music scene for a hot minute because my ex-boyfriend didn’t like that I did it, so this is like diving right back into. Headfirst. Without taking any diving classes,” you say, and Midnight cocks her head to the side. “Ex-boyfriend? Didn’t like that you did music? Why?”

“He said it was childish and that I need to get a job that will actually provide for me, and since he was older than me, he thought he knew everything. And that’s how I ended up working at some boring ass retail job. Oh, sorry I just swore,” you say, covering your mouth with one hand, eyes wide. Luckily, they all (except for Aizawa, no one knows if he actually smiles since he’s never… done it) chuckle at your reaction. “Don’t worry, they can censor it in post-production,” Midnight says as she leans back in her chair. “I see you brought your own guitar, too! how wonderful! I can’t wait to hear what you’ll be singing for us!” Nori says, still smiling at you, and you feel your nerves slip away. Even though they’re literally legends, they’re actually nice. Wild.

“Speaking of, darling, what will you be singing for us?” Midnight asks and you bite your lip. “Well, actually I have an original that I wrote,” you say, and their interests are visibly all piqued by that. “What’s it called?”

“Seventeen.”

“Alright! Whenever you’re ready!”

You give them a small smile before beginning to strum your instrument, quickly changing between chords. You had a longer version to this song, but you were supposed to cut down the song you were auditioning with to a smaller portion. This was the original poem that you wrote and transformed into a song, so you decided to turn that into your audition. Maybe if you get through, you’ll be able to perform the full song.

“I got these beliefs that I think you wanna break,

Got something here to lose that I think you wanna take from me.

You tell me I’m asleep but I wanna be awake,

Got something here to lose that I know you wanna take.

And he said age is just a number, just like any other,

We can do whatever, do whatever you want.

Girl becomes woman now, can’t tell a man to slow down,

He’ll just do whatever do whatever he wants.

Here he comes,

Like he just walked out of a dream

Doesn’t care you’re seventeen

Or maybe he forgot what it means?

Oh, but here he comes.

Here he comes.”

Your playing is flawless, and your voice is on its A-Game today. You finish up the song, finally looking at the judges who are all just... staring at you? Intensely? Is… that bad…? Suddenly, Midnight speaks. “Do you play piano, too?”

“Uh, yeah. Not as well as guitar, but I’m okay at it...”

“Give us another song.”

“What?!”

“(Y/n), no songwriter who writes something like that only has one song. You definitely have another one,” Aizawa says, and you shrug, scratching the back of your neck. “I may have another one...”

“Please, play it for us!” Nori insists, enthusiastically banging on the table like your drunk friend who sees your waiter bringing their food. Ah. There’s the Toshinori Yagi everyone knows and loves. “If you insist,” you say, nervous, but excited to have the opportunity to perform another one of your songs. “What’s this one called?” Aizawa asks as you hand your guitar to a crew member, making your way over to the piano. “Uh… it’s called The District Sleeps Alone Tonight.”

“Interesting name,” Midnight says, grinning at you. “I’m warning you my piano skills are rusty, so this may be really bad,” you tell them, earning a chuckle from Hawks, Nori, and Midnight before you start to play a second song. You play the opening, beginning to sing.

“Smeared black ink.

Your face is ashen, and I'm barely listening,

To last demands.

I'm staring at the asphalt wondering,

What's buried underneath.

Where I am?

Where I am.

I'll wear my badge.

A vinyl sticker with big block letters adherent to my chest.

Tells your new friends,

I am a visitor here,

I am not permanent.

And the only thing,

Keeping me dry is.

Where I am; in this gaudy apartment complex,

Explaining that I am just visiting.

And I am finally seeing,

Why I was the one worth leaving.

D.C. sleeps alone tonight.

D.C. sleeps alone tonight.

In this gaudy apartment complex,

Explaining that I am just visiting.

And I am finally seeing, why I was the one worth leaving.”

All of your songs are sad, but I mean. You’ve been through some shit. Of course, they’re going to be sad. You literally can’t think of the last time you wrote an actual happy love song. You’re always writing, but love is just a foreign concept to you at this point. At least the good parts of love. You were far too familiar with bad parts. You shorten this one as well, cutting it off smoothly. You didn’t play the piano half bad, which was a relief. You stand back up walking to where you were before taking your place at the piano, retrieving your guitar from the crew member. “Were those by chance both about this ex that you mentioned?” Hawks asks, and you nod. “Yeah, he gave me… quite the material to write about,” you say with a small laugh. Before you know it, Midnight has engulfed you in a hug. Damn, she smells good. Since you’re holding your guitar, you only use one arm to hug her back. How did you end up in this position? You never thought the Midnight would ever hug you. Honestly, one of the best feelings. Ever. She smiles at you, squeezing your shoulder before going back to her seat. Oh yeah, I guess both of those songs did kind of confirm some… not so good things about him. Well that makes sense now. “Well, chickadee, I don’t think I can actually judge you. You’re a better songwriter than I’ll ever be.”

“I’m sorry, what did you just say?”

“It hurts me to say it, it really does. But I’m being one hundred percent genuine with you.”

“Did you know you’re actually the first person to ever get his prideful ass to admit that he wasn’t as good at something as someone?” Aizawa says, and you just give a small smile. First, they ask you to sing another one of your original songs, and then Keigo Takami tells you you’re a better songwriter than him? This is all way too much. You expected them to like, maybe say your songs were okay but here you are, receiving extreme compliments. From your literal idols. You’re fine. It’s fine. This is cool. This is normal. “Seriously, though. Your song writing skills are on par with all of ours, if not even better. And your voice is one of the best we’ve heard in the competition so far. Top two material if you ask me. Good job,” Aizawa continues. Okay. No longer fine. This is not cool. This is crazy.

“Also, rusty on the piano my ass!” Midnight exclaims and you laugh. “I think I speak for all of us when I say yes. Anyone want to lie and say I’m wrong?” Nori asks, and your eyes go wide when none of them say anything. You even got Aizawa’s yes? He’s literally there to keep people in check, he barely ever says yes to anyone. And he was saying yes to you? Hawks holds out the ticket with a smirk, and you just stare at it with wide eyes. “Wait… really?”

“Yes, really! Now take it! We’ll see you in Hell Week,” Midnight says, and you walk forward, grabbing the ticket and thanking all of them. As you leave you hear murmurs from them, but only hushed words like “unbelievable” and “amazing.” You walk out of the doors, still shocked, honestly. The first person you see is Mina, and you slowly hold up your ticket. She literally, literally tackles you in a hug. She’s also kinda screaming. And Present Mic joins her. This is what purgatory is, isn’t it?

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come away little light || closed

Irish Countryside, 1846, 9:30 pm

Peter alighted a poorly thatched roof of a farm and sighed. He had been aiming for the early 1990s, in hopes of finding Lion King bug pops to bring to Fauna, but had ended up somewhere so far from where he’d find those, that he’d spent most of the day wandering around. Ireland was always beautiful, but everyone seemed so sad here, moaning on about not having potatoes. He planned to try again tomorrow, and decided to take a rest on this rooftop for the night. The stars were all twinkling, and the brightest start to the left seemed to wink at him. He stretched out, arms tucked behind his head like a pillow, toes scratched by the rough thatching. His mouth became a cave as he yawned, bare chest rising and falling gently as he settled into sleep.

12:00 am

The siren of a child wailing woke Peter, and he opened one of his sore eyes at the start. He lay there waiting, hoping someone would tend to the child, but as it carried on, Pan sat up, straw poking out of his hair. Leaning back on his hands, he pushed himself to stand up, and walked the length of the roof casually. He leaned forward on the gable, head stuck out over the edge to see if any lamps were lit. When it was clear that the house was all dark, he dove forward silently into the air, and hovered outside the open window.

His eyes took only a moment to adjust to the darkness inside, and he could see a small bed containing a little lump of a child, and across the room from it, a cradle with the screeching babe. Peter stepped in through the ledge, down one step onto a small trunk situated by the window. He floated in coolly, and perched himself on the edge of the cradle in a squatting position, peering down at the reddening face of a child no more than two years of age, his face distorted in an uncomfortable cry. Pan cocked his head, and after glancing back over his shoulder to the other sleeping child, slowly rocked to the left, and then the right, picking up a gentle rhythm on the cradle. The babe quieted slightly, curious as to what was causing the movement, and peered down the cradle to see Peter, who gave a slight wiggle of his fingers as a hello. The boy watched Pan in rapt attention, eyes closing ever so slowly, the rocking pulling him back towards slumber.

“Oh my!” a quiet voice behind Peter made him start and nearly fall into the crib. The jerk made the baby’s wail begin again, and Peter hopped into the air and spun around to see a young girl sitting up in the center of her bed. “You--you can--” she started, and Peter crashed backwards against the wall, ducking behind the crib. “D-demon?” she cowered slightly, drawing her bedclothes up to her nose.

“No!” he choked, glancing at the open window, weighing his options. “Boy,” he said, pointing at his chest. “Flying boy,” he added, and to his delight, she lowered the blankets, an amused, curious smile playing about her lips. “Peter,” he added in introduction, standing up properly.

“Maureen,” said the little dark haired girl with a tilt of the head. “How do you do that?” she asked, and Peter took to gently rocking the cradle once more to silence the cries of the baby.

“I just push it from side to side,” he responded with a frown.

Maureen giggled and shook her head.

“No, the other thing. The flying.”

They always ask that.

“I’m really smart,” he flashed a pearly grin, cocking his head to the side. The girl laughed again, pushing her blankets off and climbing out of bed. As she walked towards him, Peter rounded the opposite side of the crib, not wanting Maureen to get too close.

“Are you magic?” Peter weighed the question for a moment before shaking his head.

“No, just clever,” he responded, now on the other side of the cradle; he was closest to the window now, and she closer to the door. He wondered if she would run out and tell her parents, but she just gave a small smile.

“What are you doing in my bedroom?” Maureen asked, a glint in her eye.

“I heard him crying,” he commented, pointing at the baby that was only whimpering now.

“Her. Ellen’s just hungry,” Maureen responded, looking down at the baby. “She’s always hungry.”

“We should get her some food then, right?”

The girl looked at Peter as though he were the most curious thing she’d ever seen, and he probably was.

“I can’t tell if I’m dreaming,” she said softly, circling the cradle again, and Peter wondered if they’d do this silly dance all night, or if she’d realize he didn’t want her to get too close. He had no intentions of bringing anyone to Neverland tonight. “Why do you move away from me?” Maureen asked, a slight lilt of hurt in her voice.

“I--” before Peter could answer, he stepped backwards onto sharp jack piece and crumpled to the ground cursing a pirate word and grabbing his foot. It set Ellen off crying again, and he hissed angrily before going still as a mouse. Maureen turned around to face the door, a hand on the cradle. Someone was coming up the stairs, and the curious, brave girl turned to Peter with a face as white as a Neverland ghost.

“Go. Go now. He’ll kill me if he thinks I’ve got a boy in here,” she said in a rush, and without a word, Peter was out the window in a flash. He stayed close; he didn’t want Maureen to get into too much trouble for his sake.

“You.” An angry, accusatory voice grunted from inside the window. Peter had his back to the side of the house, listening intently. “ ’Ow many times do I have to tell you.”

The man sounded like the layabouts that hung around Mulligan’s; drunk and brutish, looking for someone to fight. His blood began to boil in his veins when he heard a distinct kick of wood, and the baby gulped and swallowed a cry.

“Shut up, you.” He growled at Ellen, who was whimpering. Babies didn’t stop crying like that because of a kick to the cradle. Unless it’s happened before. Unless it already knows to give up. “And you. Wakin’ ‘er up. When yous knows we t’ain’t got nothin to give her. I could kill you fer that.” There was a resounding slap that could only come from a palm connecting with a face. “But I won’t do that. You know why? ‘Cause your mother’d wake up to ‘er firstborn dead and would lose that baby I put in her from the shock. An’ we don’t want that. Might be a boy.”

Peter really didn’t like this man; he felt his hand move instinctively to his dagger.

“You’re a right stain in my life, you know that? Sixteen an’ nothin’  but another mouth to feed. ‘Ad to take you in if I wanted your mother, didn’ I? I come in after workin’ all day, no dinner to speak of, no wife awake to lie in, only to hear you wakin’ up wee Ellen. Ah I could kill yeh. I could kill--” The voice stopped a moment, taking a step forward. “I’ll teach ye to torment your sister,” he stated with a finality that Peter despised, and Pan closed his eyes as the fury burned inside of him. The unmistakable sound of a belt sliding through cloth loops swished through the air. For a moment, Peter thought he might strike Maureen with it, but instead of buckle hitting flesh, it hit the floor.

Pan’s eyes whipped open; his blood that had been fuming suddenly ran cold, and his decision was made. He span in the air and stood in the window frame, his body blocking out the little moonlight that had come in, appearing just as the burly, drunken man had shoved Maureen down onto her small bed.

“Wha’? What is that? Get down from th--” Peter gave a dark grin at the man’s confusion, and relished the look of terror on his face as Pan floated forward. “Demon!” The brute cried, putting his hands up, keeping his eyes on Pan as he circled backwards, trying to get away from him. Peter kept on grinning, a twisted pleasure at the man’s fear rising up in his chest. “Get away from me!” He yelled, backing towards the window as Peter predicted in circling him, shepherding him to the window.

“I know what you were going to do, you nasty old man,” Peter spoke in a voice he saved especially for the damned. “I’ve seen your kind, crawling over my island. Boorish devils.” He said, corralling the man back to the open window. “Know what happen to boars that go mad?” he asked, a glint in his eyes as he raised his sharp dagger.

Maureen’s stepfather shook his drunken head, unable or unwilling to speak. The dark haired girl was in the corner of the room now, hands on either side of her head. 

“We gut them!” Peter cried, raising his weapon above his head with both hands. He had no intention of sullying his blade. He knew what would happen next, and found it funny.

As predicted, in fear the man stepped back, tripping on the small trunk at the window, and tumbled out into the night. There was a distinct crack as the man’s neck folded into itself as his head connected with the ground outside. 

Peter leaned out, watching the hulking, still shell of the brute for any signs of movement. He didn’t want to, but he wasn’t against stabbing if the blighter was still alive. Peter gave a satisfied nod, tossed his dagger in the air once, spinning it and catching it deftly before sheathing the blade. He turned to Maureen who was staring at him in mortified shock. 

“Is he--” she started, taking a cautious step forward. 

Peter nodded solemnly. 

“Oh, Peter,” Maureen stepped closer towards the window. When she was nearly in front of it, Pan stuck his arm out to stop her. 

“You don’t want to do that,” he said gently. The girl froze before turning into Peter’s chest, crying. 

“Oh, it was awful,” she whimpered. Peter held her calmly, though every fiber of his being wanted to move away. Maureen clung desperately to Peter, her arms over his shoulders, sobbing heavily into him. “Oh-” she peeled herself off of him suddenly, fear welling in her eyes. “They’ll all think I killed him. And what’s mother going to do?” 

Peter frowned at the change. He’d just helped get rid of a villain. What more could there be?

“I suppose I could work,” the girl continued, sniffling. “But then to leave her with Ellen and the new baby?”

“Don’t you have family here?” Peter asked. “And isn’t it better to have that man gone?”

“Fionn was terrible,” Maureen agreed, picking up Ellen and cuddling her close. “But he did provide us food and shelter. And took us in when father died.” She closed her eyes. “And no. It’s just me, mum, Ellen, and that little stranger inside of mother.” Maureen began to cry again into the soft hair on Ellen’s head.

Peter sighed inwardly before shaking himself.

“Can’t you just say someone came in and killed him?” he asked, irritation only somewhat masked. 

“In my room? Why? No one would believe me.”

“Maybe someone hated him--”

“Everyone loves him. They’d all point the finger to me. It’s not like you came to steal anything and he happened to get in the way.”

Her words struck an idea inside of him. It wasn’t a new idea. He’d had it dozens of times. 

“Come away with me.”

Maureen looked startled, but there was a longing in her deep, brown eyes. 

“I can’t.”

“Come away and leave it all behind.” The girl looked thoughtful, but then shook her head. 

“I can’t leave them,” she said ruefully, clutching Ellen close to her chest. 

“Bring her too,” he told her, stepping closer. “We’ll have loads of adventures and you won’t have to explain to anyone.” There was an eagerness in his tone now. The seductive dulcet call that every sad and lost child bent to in the end. 

“I can’t,” Maureen murmured again, this time raising a hand to her stomach. “This wasn’t the first time Fionn has come home drunk and angry.” She spoke softly, as though it were the first time she’d spoken of it aloud. “I can’t,” she repeated, and held Ellen out to Peter. “But she can.”

Peter’s head buzzed at the action, and he instinctively took the shy babe. He looked down at her, and then back to Maureen. 

“Why?”

“If Ellen is gone too, it will look as though someone killed Fionn and took her. She will be safer with you.” Pan couldn’t process this, unsure that this was truly a good idea. 

“What about you? Fionn’s gone.”

“There are always men like Fionn. And mother finds them. With you, she’ll be safe. And maybe one day...maybe one day you’ll bring her back. When I’m grown and out of this wretched house.

Peter held the little one close to his chest, the feeling so unfamiliar. He’d played at being father in the past, and treated his lost boys like a family. But never a lost girl so small. It could be an adventure, a small voice in his head spoke. He cocked a brow at Maureen, taking it all in, before giving a small nod. 

“Okay,” he agreed, holding onto Ellen a bit more firmly. “Are you sure?” He asked, noting Maureen’s tear streaked face. 

“Yes. Only,” she reached out, stroking Ellen’s pink face. “Only do come back with her.” Peter nodded. “In three years. Can you return in three years?” She asked, eyes welling with tears. “How can I contact you?” 

Peter reached out, pulling Maureen into his side and brought her to the window (although, not close enough that she could peer down at Fionn’s shape). 

“See that star? The bright one to the right of the moon,” he nodded to the sky. When she confirmed, he looked down at her. “Call to it at midnight. I’ll hear you,” Peter told her. Although this was a lie, he thought it a pretty lie, and he’d remember to come back when the little one was three years older. Probably.

After a tearful goodbye, and packing a small bag of Ellen’s things, Maureen watched Peter take off into the night with her sister. The girl dropped to her knees at the window, heart breaking. 

It wasn’t until two nights later, after a day full of screaming from her mother; of having the police come around; after the wake where everyone in the village had come around to say goodbye to Fionn; after having to explain a hundred times over that she never saw who took Ellen, or who killed her stepfather, that Maureen felt a sinking regret. 

She lay awake in the dark, listening to the clock ticking, waiting. At midnight, she sidled to the open window, clutched the frame and looked out at the stars. 

“Peter. Bring her back. Oh God, bring her back.”

The air was cold, and the only movement in the firmament were the clouds rolling over the moon. Peter did not come back, and would not. For Neverland is for the lost ones. Neverland is for forgetting.

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ALL I COULD EVER WANT (UNEDITED)

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paring: Taehyung x Reader

Warnings: sike it’s a angsty chapter (i’m sorry ;) i really am :( but hey...no sad ending right :) )

Chapter 9: Car rides at 4 am and bad memories.

Jolted by the sound of Rm and Jungkook waking everyone up running through the doors and finally making there way outside.

“Tae baby..” you yawned trying to get out of bed but a strong pair of arms swooped you back up but luckily you fought them off.

About twenty minutes or so everyone now fully awake and pilling in the cars that you rode on the way here. the car ride was silent most of it was filled with haru and jins laughter while jungkook little snores fought against their laughter.

This car ride felt different however..like something was off and not to mention in the back of your mind the texts that’s flown through you and haru about felix.

It’s not that you were hiding anything but the memories still haunted you at night wishing that you never bumped into that womanizing stupid Australian guy and if it wasn’t for Han it wouldn’t have ever happened.

Through the morning drifting in and out of sleep while tae hung onto you for dear life slanted in the seat, his arms around you while your head laid on his chest...although sure that you were not awake the memory played through like a broken record.

FLASHBACK:

“jeez y/n i’m sorry that i fell asleep studying and your fine i’m sure felix is waiting up there as we speak” haru laughs as you two depart from another girl in your class making it up to your shared apartment. The more steps you take the more anxious you get...as if your gut was telling you something is wrong very wrong. When glancing to haru you knew she felt the same..you just couldn’t press your mind to it so therefore you shrugged it off like it was nothing.

Approaching your apartment door, haru pulled the keys out as you both stepped in dropping your bags. Haru went straight into the kitchen drawing your attention. “Hey y/n you know jin seokjin right?” she looked at you laughing. “yeah jungkook talks about him all the time why” you cocked your brow and there was that smug face.. “shut..up NO WAYYY” you jumped up and down cheering but soon those cheers fell silent.

Throwing your attention to haru to see if she hears the noise too she nods quickly pulling her phone out to ring jin and jk to quickly come there ASAP. after the call ended she ending up picking the closest thing to her which happened to be the kitchen knife held up on the block in the kitchen.

cautiously advancing up the small flight of stairs you learn the sound is coming from your room, leaning into the door knob you peel it open and kick it only to find your boyfriend at the time balls deep in some other girl..in YOUR bed.

“what.the.fuck.is.this?” Haru drops the knife letting it clang to the floor while jin and jungkook had arrived ushering themselves up the door. “hey haru you call-” Jin stopped and jungkook advanced pushing felix off your bed while he’s stumbling to pull his clothes back on.

“hold the fuck up..Maria?” your eyes begin to water knowing the stranger was not only a stranger but just so happened to be your neighbor..and a good friend..not anymore. “y/n look i can explain.” you collapsed on your knees drowning out any sound that was coming from anyone or anything...what the fuck could you done wrong..? Questions flew through your mind left and right.

“JUNGKOOK STOP” was the first thing you heard before pulling yourself up wiping your face to glance at the horrible person that you’ve been dating for the past 2 years. Glancing at him you noticed the busted lip and an angry jungkook a few feet away from you getting calmed down by jin.

“y/n please..” felix pleaded searching your face to find any emotion to which you shrugged it off and gathered your thoughts before opening your mouth. “felix if you want to me a favor get your shit and go please. i mean it. don’t EVER contact me and keep your shitty apologizes to yourself. The AUDACITY that you cheat on me with my neighbor on our 2 year anniversary..and to top it all off you fucked her on MY fucking bed jesus.. and for you maria you’re dead to me and i mean that shit and keep your fucking band members off my fucking back...i have no shame to tell them what the fuck i just walked into.” you breathed finally watching him shamelessly walk out the door.

“y/n come on you can sleep over..haru can too okay..” jungkook pulled you into his arms doing his absolute best from going out and beating the fuck out your ex boyfriend. “o-oh kay come on haru” looping your arms around haru you both walked out and intos jins car, trying your hardest to not break down and cry and scream.

Once at the boys house jungkook rushes you into the house that’s surrounded by laughter pushing you up the stairs before you lose everything. once safely and secured in jungkooks room your finally able to let everything out and for damn sure everyone downstairs heard it.

“why jungkook” you sniffed, tears steaming down your face as a knock is heard and sure enough the boy with a sorrow face was taehyung. immediately running up to you he wrapped you in his arms letting you stain your tears into his hoodie sobbing. “y/n shh it’s okay listen..he was a complete asshole i know alright but you are so much stronger..i need you to promise me you’ll forget about that fucked up accent douche okay” nodding and wiping the tears away, pooling yourself to sleep and for a moment washing the memory away and replaced it was tae.

Waken up by taehyung and the sunrise he noticed the tears that pooled in your eyes. “you okay y/n” his eyes scanning your face and pulling you closer to his chest. “i’m alright just bad dream...i don’t wanna talk about it” you sighed placing your head on his chest to listen to the thumping of his heart flattering you to coax back to sleep.

Once the drive was over and everyone pooling back to their normal lives you only had one goal and that was to somehow tell tae about felix and getting your dog.

the situation itself is tricky and seeing as the smallest detail can reside in that god awful nightmare you didn’t want to say anything.

“ i’ll call you later okay baby..? or if you want i can come over later tmr” tae pecked your lips, your forehead and both your cheeks before getting in the car with the rest of the boys and driving to their home.

Time skip ( i hate writing angst it makes me cry ;-; )

Pushing the door open to your mothers house, minnie runs up to you and jungkook. “hello my beautiful children” your mother comes up to hug you both before placing the plate of food that just so happens to be your favorite. “hi mom” you smiled and began to tell her about the amazing trip.

“y/n has a boyfriend now mom” jungkook smiles at you which left you kicking his right leg in a smooth swift motion. “oh really! who” she excitedly asks. “ Kim Taehyung mom...jungkooks bandmate” you see her eyes light up. “that’s great! he’s such a nice boy and so sweet i do hope to see all of your friends again Jungkook i’m just happy he’s better than that felix boy dear” she smiles while jungkook nods affirming that’ll they come over one day soon.

After a whirl with your mom and the goal completed of getting your dog you find yourself dropping into sleep until your phone dings...and now this has your heart racing..

fuck...

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a/n: well..things got interesting didn’t they ;-; btw i hate writing angst it’s sucks for me but hey i did it :) I think ima let this ride out to 12 chapters maybe 14...with bonus stuff etc then on to the next story :) thank you for the love and the reads i appreciate it so much and lmk if you want to be on the taglist <3 until tmr :)

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Dragon Dancer IV: Tightrope Walker

Once upon a time, I, Chuang Chou, dreamed I was a butterfly, fluttering here and there. For all intents and purposes I was a butterfly. I was conscious only of my happiness as a butterfly, unaware that I was Chou. Soon, I awakened and, there I was, veritably myself again. Now I do not know whether I was then a man, dreaming I was a butterfly, or whether I am now a butterfly, dreaming I am a man. -- Zhuangzi

“We’re here.”

The train had come to a sudden stop, but I didn’t feel the change in inertia. The scenery outside the window had just stopped moving. There was no sound of a whistle or breaks. The unnerving sensation broke me out in a cold sweat and  goosebumps all over. I started to shake. “Mingfei...”

“It’s okay.” He took my hand. “Everything’s going to be fine. I know where we are.”

Together we stepped off the train. There was no platform, so Mingfei jumped off first and then held up his hands to brace me and let me down. The train had stopped at two large concrete barriers. We’d literally reached the end of the line and the thought of that made me shudder. “Mingfei.” I said, my voice a soft hoarse whisper.

“What is it.”

“I want to go back. This is a mistake.”

Mingfei took a deep breath and let it out. “I know you’re nervous. But you have to trust me okay? I know what’s here. I know what’s going to happen.” 

He continued to lead me by the hand. I dragged my feet and he slowed his pace, not willing to tug me along.

We came to a wide open area that was partially collapsed. A large dragon skeleton was half-buried in the rubble. The bones were gleaming white and it reminded me of a 737 airplane.

“This is it. This is where I killed Fenrir.”

In the middle of the area was a large golden box shining with a green patina. Mingfei let go of my hand and jogged to it. “Yes. This is what I’m looking for.”

He pressed a button on the box and it snapped open unfolding half a dozen blades inserted in to individual sheathes. Each blade snarled and roared and rattled as though alive, but Mingfei wasn’t afraid. His hand hovered over them as he tried to pick out which one he would use.

“Come here.” He beckoned to me. “You get one too.”

I approached cautiously. “Are you sure it’s okay?”

“Yeah,” He pulled out one and it hissed in his hand in protest. “You’re S-ranked. They’ll respond to you.” It was a long curved blade of slate colored Damascene steel, beautifully striated.

“This one is called Wrath.” 

“The others are Pride, Lust, Sloth...Envy, Greed and... huh. Gluttony is missing.”

“The Seven Deadly Sins...” 

He looked at me as I approached and I looked away, bashfully hiding the sudden attraction these blades held for me.

“They’re the ultimate dragon slaying weapons. Forged by the Lord of Bronze and Fire specifically for killing the other dragons.”

“Is there a dragon here?” I asked.

A voice behind me made me start. “Please don’t ask stupid questions. You’re way smarter than that.”

Mingze stood in front of the concrete barrier, one hand on his waist, his sword, the missing Gluttony, pointed toward the ground. His smile was gone and his gaze was more frigid than ever. He turned his attention to Mingfei. “You can really hurt me with those you know. To be honest, I was kind of hoping you’d sleep a little longer. But I suppose three fourths of your life will have to do.”

My heart leaped in my throat and my lungs worked like bellows. This guy. This was the one who was going to take Mingfei!

I reached out without looking and seized one of the handles. It screamed as I drew it and I charged him, swinging it at his neck. 

He simply leaned out of the way, and turned and fled up the pile of rubble with me hot on his heels. We sent stones cascading down the mountainous heap, the sound of our blades echoing in the empty space. But Mingze stayed just out of of the reach of my sword. He was above me, staring down with a smug smile

“Sibling rivalry is hard enough without your interference.” He said.

The rubble suddenly shifted under my feet. The white spike of a bone jabbed upward between us. The shifting rock made me lose my footing and I was falling, tumbling in a rockslide. The world spun. I couldn’t see. My vision exploded into sparks.

I suddenly stopped, a strong jerk halting my fall. I was hanging and being swung. Something had caught the back of my dress. I looked around, disoriented by shifting bones that glowed with a faint greenish light. I reached up behind me to free myself until I realized I was a dozen feet off the floor. Instead, used the momentum of my swinging to toss myself upward and grab on to another bone.

The dragon skeleton was reanimating. A yellow light in the empty eye sockets. Mingze was gone again, leaving me trapped in this maze of moving bone. Mingfei stood, staying far too calm in this situation. “Don’t do it!” I called down to him.

I had to stop this. My sword had come loose from my hand and was being ground between the vertabrae above my head. “Wait Mingfei! Don’t do it!”

The dragon skeleton lumbered forward, silently toward an unmoving Mingfei.

“Meixiu! Calm down! It’s fine!” 

Mingfei was smiling. I thought he still didn’t understand. My mind was filled with dread over what might happen if Mingfei remembered his power. I wrapped my legs around the rib and start to shimmy upward, like climbing a rope at a gym class.

The blade was still stuck. The bones on the spine were grinding together with tremendous force, enough to crush me in a second. I reached for the sword but it as just beyond my fingertips.

I glanced back at Mingfei. The undead dragon was half way out of the rubble and Mingfei was petting it like it was a cat.

I stopped. They weren’t going to fight?

Mingfei looked up at me. “See? Fenrir is not aggressive. Never was.”

I stared, uncertain. A deep thundering voice echoed through the cavern. “Watch... TV.”

Mingfei sighed, a deep sadness on his face. “Sorry, buddy. I’m just here for the swords. I can’t watch TV right now.”

I was frozen in confusion watching as the zombie dragon settled down in front of a piece of 80s technology that somehow managed to get reception down here. Meanwhile, Mingfei called me down from the Dragon’s rib cage. “Meixiu! Jump! I’ll catch you!”

“Oh... ...Okay.” I gathered myself and took a flying leap, down, down and landed on Mingfei. He staggered back and fell.

The dragon suddenly turned, eyes blazing in its empty skull. Its mouth opened, shining fangs on display. It spread its intimidating wingspan.

“Woah! Easy buddy! She’s a friend too!”

I watched in awe as the dragon settled down again, looking at me. Its wings lowered. “Play....?”

Mingfei let out a little laugh. “Nah. No time for that.”

“Sister... play... play with me...”

“...eh?” I asked.

“He thinks you’re his sister... I...” Mingfei’s eyes suddenly welled up with tears and he let out a sob. “I killed him.’

“You... ... but why?” I shook my head.

“It was messed up! Chu Zihang came and attacked him. But... he wasn’t doing anything. But I had no chance to explain anything. Hee was too strong, it was Chu Zihang or Fenrir and well...”

He wiped his eyes on his sleeve.

I suddenly felt a sharp nudge. “Play?”

The dragon was now pushing me, like a puppy wanting to be pet.

Mingfei took my hand and we were about to leave but Mingze was blocking our path. His unpleasant smile told us everything without words.

“NO!” Mingfei tossed me aside and rushed towards Mingze, but the boy vanished. The cavern was suddenly rocked by a massive earthquake, bursting with heat and light, like a bomb had gone off. The dragon suddenly picked me up and tossed me behind him, standing protectively over me, hissing at this new threat.

Mingze was now completely different. Gone was his pristine suit and elegant shoes and boyish smile. Instead, his face was expressionless, his arms covered with iron blue scales that were as hard as steel. They opened and shut against his skin with a faint rattling sound, like the cocking of a hundred tiny pistols.

His dark bony wings stroked the air, keeping him aloft. Even though he couldn’t use any words here, the surging spiritual power came naturally from him, filling the cavern with the oppressive sense of impending doom. Even if I had the power of Berengaria, I had the feeling he could extinguish all my spears of light as easily as birthday candles.

Mingfei roared up at him. “Hey! Stop! leave Fenrir out of this!”

“You know how this ends, brother. If you want me, you’re going to have to come up here and get me!” Mingze was mocking. Just the heat of his body was moving air around him like a giant furnace. He inhaled a huge amount of air and the wind formed a vortex that began to swallow up the heat radiating from him. The scorching wind  was then directed at the undead dragon.

The wind was too hot to breathe, like the powerful pyroclastic air that flowed down from mount Vesuvius. My skin was growing red. I felt like I was burning all over!

The smell of the burning dragon bones was overpowering. I thought of my husband, my daughter, who were going to grow up without me and started to cry, but my tears evaporated before they could fall.

“CANCEL!”

The word boomed out over the sound of the wind and the dragon’s roars, like a large bell from a church tower. In rang in my ears and I suddenly felt a strong spiritual pressure. My mind and body were both arrested in an instant.

The hot wind ceased, the air grew cool and still. Fenrir’s bones were still red hot and to the touch and stinking. But the attack had stopped.

My eyelids were sticking to my dry eyes but I could still look up and see. I saw the empty spot where Mingfei was and rolled my eyes upward. My heart fell to the pit of my stomach and my body went limp with despair.

Mingfei had gone up to get Mingze. Huge bone wings spread out behind him forming a cross with his body. Standing in the dark emptiness, his golden pupils shined so brightly that I could see the light even though his back was turned to me. 

Our souls were bonded together since the day we both nearly died outside the dragon temple in the mountains. I’d asked him not to leave me and he chose to stay. If only I had let him die in that moment. If only we had both died.

“Say the words brother... say the words you said that night.” Mingze’s voice was cold and flat sounding.

“This isn’t a play and you don’t write the script. Not any more.”

It didn’t even sound like him. Mingfei didn’t talk like that. There was an eerie commanding calm to his voice, like someone who had never known fear. Unlike the Mingfei I knew, this was his natural state. It took real effort for him to maintain this aura of weakness, of ignorance, effort and a team of people around him kept his mind quiet while telling him he was human and weak.

But all it took was a separation from this environment and, like a tightrope walker in a strong wind, Mingfei began to give in to the pull of his natural state. Once he started down that path, there was no turning back.

“You’re so confident. But you’ve sold three fourths of your life to me. You still think you can win?” Mingze laughed. 

This person who used to be Mingfei turned to me, he waved his hand in the air and I felt myself gently lifted and set aside.

He then turned to the bones of Fenrir raised one hand and then closed it into a fist.

The massive moving skeleton shattered into dust and, drawn by an invisible gravity, this dust surrounded Mingfei. Slowly, a bony armored plating coalesced on his arms and legs and a helmet appeared on his head, covering his hair in boney white. The sword I’d left in the vertebrae settled in his hand.

Mingze’s eyes widened and he ground his teeth. “You...”

Mingfei, continuing his strange silence, suddenly pounced on Mingze, gripping his neck with hands reinforced with dragon bone and pierced his scales through with claws.

Mingze let out an unnatural screech and jerked away. Mingfei had left long bloody cuts in the skin not protected by scales and the younger brother was clearly shaken. “You... you hurt me. Brother... you hurt me! Don’t you know? Don’t you know that if you hurt me here. You hurt me there?”

The scene suddenly shifted. As I blinked my eyes, I saw strange pillars and bubbling pools of mercury rising in a steam, filling the air. In the the center of a circle of runes was a metal cross. Hung on the cross was a child, his skin white, and so thin that I could count his ribs. He was pierced in the heart and fastened to this pole with a spear.

My mind recognized this as a place I could go. I could cross the Nibelungen and I would arrive in this place I could see. The mercury pools were real. The cross was real. The child was real.

Lu Mingze, the little brother, was still alive. His body was hung on this cross.

And I could get to him.

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Omfg thank you for your precious answer you're my favorite tumblr !! I have so many things I'd like to ask you bc you explain so well lol, first of all what do you think of the story of Tony Manero ? Do you think he tells the truth with his story ? Again thank you for your answer love youuuu

Hey again, dear anon! (I’m assuming you’re the one from before) Thank you so much for your kind words! I’m truly happy you're enjoying the blog, and that it is engaging enough to make you want to ask questions. I’m more than happy to try my best at answering them because I learn a lot in the research for these posts too!

For context, Tony Manero was a Brooklyn singer/dancer (who claims to be the inspiration for the main character in 1977′s Saturday Night Fever, though no movie-related source mentions it).

He comes up frequently in Beatles’ fandom circles as a “key witness” in the ongoing case of John Lennon’s sexuality. His testimony appears in Geoffrey Giuliano’s Glass Onion (1999), where he is interviewed on his encounter with John Lennon on the streets of New York City, on May 1974:

TONY MANERO*

Interview

New York, Summer 1992

Question: Tell me your story about meeting John Lennon.

Tony Manero: It was back in May of 1974. I saw three guys walking down the block. John was always my idol. I went up to him and said, "I know a lot of people hassle you, but I just want to thank you for your music. I've enjoyed you and you've helped me through a lot of emotional times." Outside Jimmy's Bar in Greenwich Village he said, "Why don't you come inside for a drink?"

Question: Who else was with him?

Tony: Harry Nilsson was also there. After we ordered drinks, John switched seats to be next to me. He said to me, "Are you gay?" When I told him I wasn't, he looked really disappointed. He could have been joking, but he wasn't. My initial reaction was fear. And yet I wouldn't leave because it was John Lennon. I said to him, "No, man. I don't go that way." "Are you sure?" he said, "Look, I'll take you to Hollywood." John was calling me "the pretty one." He told me, "You're the prettiest chick I've seen all day." He said, "You look like a pretty little Indian or Arab chick," because of my color skin. I remember Harry was borrowing one hundred bills from him.

Question: Then what happened?

Tony: At one stage I went out, and when I came back he was talking to this woman and he said "She said, 'I thought he was Paul, meaning McCartney.'" So John turns around and says, "No, he's prettier than Pauly. He's got a nicer mouth than Pauly. Pauly's got a small mouth." Then he turned to me and said, "Let's go get some chicks." This man was giving me a dream to pay millions for. I hung out with him. John almost admitted his gay tendencies. He put his arm around me. He said, "It feels good to hold someone. You know what I mean?" Prior to that he said, "There's nothing wrong with being gay. Two people exchanging feelings is not wrong. Did you ever try it?" People were following us. We were wasted and he put his arm around one girl and said "Suck my cock." He stuck his tongue down her throat. We were loaded. Somebody stole the hat right off his head! He was so nice. I remember we had a hamburger. Later we went to his hotel rooms, 1608, -9, and -10. There was Harry's bedroom, John's, and a living room with a keyboard. He gave me a guitar, but it was later stolen. He propositioned me in the street. Hassled me if I'd ever made love to a male. "Will you give me head, man?" he asked. But I wouldn't do it. "Come on, Tony, why won't you give me head?" We went back to his hotel and he propositioned me again. After John died I wished I'd done it. He tried to kiss me. He put his arm around me. He was making moves on me like a guy would make on a woman. We were on the couch and we lay down. I said, "Wow, maybe I should have." I never asked him if he'd had sex with a man, but it was obvious to me he had. I was at the hotel for a few days. But he never bothered me in the middle of the night. He never attempted it again. There were feelings and looks. He was very loving, like when a guy is very lonely. The man was bisexual - there is no two ways about it. He was feeling me out.

Question: What do you say to people who might not believe your story?

Tony: John did come on to me. He did try to make love to me. He asked me to perform a lewd act - that's the truth. The man was bisexual - there's no two ways about it. Any of his fans who can't dig that, I'm sorry, because if you listen to his music, sensitivity and experiencing is what it's all about.*Tony Manero was the inspiration behind the seventies film Saturday Night Fever and a successful New York businessman.

— in Geoffrey Giuliano’s Glass Onion: The Beatles In Their Own Words (1999), part Seven: Friends (pages 315-317).

Concerning Manero’s recollections, some familiar elements pop up.

There is "It feels good to hold someone. You know what I mean?" which seems to echo Paul’s recollections of his last hug with John, where the latter commented, “It’s good to touch.” It is a classical example of John craving physical affection.

"There's nothing wrong with being gay. Two people exchanging feelings is not wrong. Did you ever try it?" reminded me immediately of the poem John submitted for Len Richmond and Gary Noguera's Gay Liberation Handbook, on 30 May 1972.

Why make it sad to be gay?

Doing your thing is O.K.

Our bodies our own

So leave us alone

Go play with yourself - today.

Also, there are his comparisons to Paul, "No, he's prettier than Pauly. He's got a nicer mouth than Pauly. Pauly's got a small mouth." 

First, there’s the use of the adjective pretty, which he’s used for Paul before:

I remember we were going down to the studio [...] and there was a great crowd pressing against the car. John was sitting in the back and he said, “Push Paul out first. He’s the prettiest.”

—Victor Spinetti, in the documentary You Can’t Do That! The Making of ‘A Hard Day’s Night’ (1995).

Also, there’s “that Paulie business” (note that’s it’s Paulie, not Pauly; and John will object if you use it, especially in a condescending way!).

Moreover, to me, the whole exchange strikes the same tongue-in-cheek tone as this late 1975 interview:

John: Yes, all your best friends let you know what's going on. I was trying to put it 'round that I was gay, you know-- I thought that would throw them off... dancing at all the gay clubs in Los Angeles, flirting with the boys... but it never got off the ground.

Q: I think I've only heard that lately about Paul.

John: Oh, I've had him, he's no good. [Laughter]

— John Lennon, interviewed by Lisa Robinson for Hit Parader: A conversation with John Lennon (December 1975).

John had already insinuated his relationship with Paul in a similar way in this humorous self-interview:

Q. Have you ever fucked a guy?

A. Not yet, I thought I’d save it til I was 40, life begins at 40 you know, tho I never noticed it.

Q. It is trendy to be bisexual and you’re usually ‘keeping up with the Jones’, haven’t you ever… there was talk about you and PAUL…

A. Oh, I thought it was about me and Brian Epstein… anyway, I’m saving all the juice for my own version of THE REAL FAB FOUR BEATLES STORY etc.. etc..

Q. It seems like you’re saving quite a lot for when you’re 40...

A. Yes, there might be nothing better to do, tho I don’t believe it.

— John Lennon, interview conducted by/on John Lennon, and/or Dr Winston O’boogie, for Andy Warhol’s Interview Magazine (November 1974).

I introduce all of this because if there’s one thing I at first found odd in Manero’s account, it was John’s forwardness. John doesn’t strike me as a guy to openly proposition another man. Was he really just super keen on it? Was he getting liquid courage from all the substances? Was he trying to get those rumours off the ground? A mix of all three? 

But perhaps it’s wrong to look at 1974 as just a normal year. 

Lennon’s Lost Weekend was the time of his life where we can see him be the most publicly vocal about his curiosity. He was open about being open. 

And striking friendships with gay musicians like Elton John probably gave him someone who he could talk to, or at least explore the world of gay bars with. Whatever gets you through the night, it’s alright, after all. 

One of those “dancing at all the gay clubs” episodes has been recounted by musician and music producer Mark Hudson. In a “weird but beautiful” moment, John urged the group to join him on the dancefloor, when The Three Degrees’ ‘When Will I See You Again’ came playing through the speakers and he exclaimed, “I love this song!” 

Because it’s always informative to pay close attention to the songs that were resonating with them at any particular time, I’ll provide the lyrics to ‘When Will I See You Again’ (released in the US on September 1974):

Precious moments

When will I see you again

When will we share precious moments

Will I have to wait forever

Will I have to suffer

And cry the whole night through?

When will I see you again

When will our hearts beat together?

Are we in love or just friends?

Is this my beginning

Or is this the end?

When will I see you again?

May Pang reports in her book, Loving John (1983), that after she and John left LA to go back to NY — where, after some time at The Pierre hotel, they moved to small penthouse apartment on East Fifty-second Street, around July 1974 —  the McCartney’s had paid them a visit.

John would spend the next two months recording Walls And Bridges, before releasing it on 26 September 1974. It included tracks such as the aforementioned ‘Whatever Gets You Through The Night’, ‘#9 Dream’ and also the beautiful ‘Bless You’:

Bless you wherever you are

Windswept child on a shootin' star

Restless spirits depart

Still we're deep in each other's hearts

Some people say it's over

Now that we spread our wings

But we know better, darlin'

The hollow ringIs only last year's echo, oh-oh

Bless you whoever you are

Holding her now, be warm and kind-hearted

And remember though love is strange

Now and forever our love will remain

As a song, I think it's the best piece of work on the album, although I worked harder on some of the other tracks. In retrospect, that seems to be the best track, to me.

— John Lennon, interviewed after the release of the album, cited in John Blaney’s John Lennon: Listen to This Book (2005).

(I’m sorry, I got sidetracked by their love for one another...)

But getting back to Manero’s story, you asked me if I think it is the truth or not. And honestly, there’s really no way to be completely certain of the veracity of these accounts. Having said that, I don’t really see this story as the scandalous, explosive news it is often made out to be. Not because I think it might be untrue, necessarily, but because I personally feel like John’s interests in homosexuality come through in his own words, as we’ve seen in the previous post.

For me, it seems clear that there was an attraction there. Now, an even more interesting question, I feel, is how much of that attraction was about the physicality of the male body; how much was about the contact with one’s softer, more sensitive side, not allowed in the classic moulds of toxic masculinity; and how much of it was seeking sexual contact as a way to epitomize emotional intimacy? 

And with the complexity of human beings, it is fair and likely that there were little bits of all three elements involved. But perhaps, it’s best to continue that line of thought in another post...

But what do you guys think? I'd really like to hear your thoughts on the subject!

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