#Hope this answers your question a litle!

[lileyx]

Hello 👋, I was curious about an element of the character design of Iris. What does her necklace represent? Is it a hint of her power or it's to represent something else?

Oh yeah! It's a little bit of both, actually.

When I first designed her back in 2015, I simply wanted to add 'visual interest' so I just added a necklace. But then it quickly changed to something closer to an "Nazar amulet". I thought I was being witty, because its a eye, duh! :D Nowadays that her story (and her curse/abilities) have changed a little, it has more of a meaning to her as character as well. A Nazar amulet originally protects from the 'evil eye' and from back luck /bad things happening to one. Iris believed for a long time, that she (or better her 'curse') brings bad luck to people around her. So to protect herself and others she got herself this amulet, hoping it would help. Thing is, that's simply not how her curse works, so it's doesn't help with the curse directly. But Iris kinda likes the amulet anyways. (Fun fact: It changes it's shape a little every time Bill possesses her. That's has no lore explanation, just a small detail I found funny XD)

[megumimania]

4:44 — patrick zweig

synopsis: after publicly embarrassing you and your marriage being at deaths door, patrick shows up offering much more than you bargained for.

warnings: angst, smut (17+), patrick is messy as fuck (figuratively and literally) ,cheating, brief mentions of art and tashi.

a/n: finally wrote something for patrick and of course it got a bit nasty and angsty lmao.

he never meant for you to find out like this.

finding out along with the rest of the world that he was cheating on you was something you didn’t expect to wake up to.

patrick knew of the humiliation and embarrassment that you were going to be subjected to as a result of the leaked paparazzi pics that showed him getting hot and heavy with tashi duncan, an old flame that never really died down. even though he reassured you otherwise.

the media never really left you alone at that point. your simple wish of privacy being disrespected at every turn you take. running simple errands were a thing of a past as you couldn’t escape the barrage of questions being asked as you put your shopping cart away.

‘mrs zweig, is it true that you’re divorcing your husband?’

“mrs zweig, how do you feel about the cheating allegations? do you forgive your husband?”

“mrs zweig, reports say that you engaged in a months long affair with art donaldson, is that true?”

the questions were obviously asked to get a rise out of you and despised it. using your marital issues to sell a quick buck was so low blow. a part of you wished they would fuck off somewhere else,hoping that there would be some new drama that they would fixate on and leave you alone.

thankfully they did, a random celebrity’s pregnancy announcement being enough to distract the public from the turmoil that was your life. you were so relived, finally being able to fade back into obscurity. however, whilst everyone managed to move on like the internet does, patrick was terribly relentless.

patrick kept trying to make up for it, buying you luxury bags and designer goods at your request as if that would heal the heartbreak and embarrassment that you were experiencing. it was a pathetic display of forgiveness and it hurt how litle effort he put in trying to salvage this marriage.

couples therapy was a miss, the both of you being ego driven and stubborn meant that it was like pulling teeth to get any of you to try and take some accountability for the roles each of you played in this marriage.

you weren't delusional, you knew that you weren't perfect and that your marriage with patrick shared the same fate. however in comparison to his infidelity, your supposed issues with control and jealousy seemed minor in the grand scheme of things.

with all avenues exhausted, you decided to push for a divorce much to patrick's dismay. his refusal to sign the papers pissed you off.

why did he have to make everything so difficult?

you thought that some distance would do the trick. so for the past month you've been staying at a fancy hotel in the midst of packing up your whole life to move back to the west coast where your life has always been.

as you were preparing to wind down for the evening, you heard a knock on the door. you quickly shrugged on your robe and your slippers and opened the door to find him of all people standing there.

his eyes looking somewhat ashamed and embarrassed and for the first time the mighty indomitable patrick zweig, looks as small as ever.

“why are you here?” you ask him the million dollar question, the one he cannot answer.

you dont even know why you step aside to let him in. maybe it's the newfound loneliness that makes it harder to maintain that degree of impassiveness towards him. with patrick standing before you in your hotel room you're forced to acknowledge his presence.

he hands you a bottle of wine with an intention to share it between you both and you oblige. he pulls out two glasses for you both as he pours the wine into your glass first and then into his. you watch how his freckled hand smoothly pours the wine into the glass without any spillage.

you dont even know why you listen to him talk, as if you'd get something reasonable from him but you know he's full of bullshit. when you ask why? with a lump forming in your throat. he stands there aimless, the words falling dry on his tongue. looking at you as if the answers written on your forehead.

yet it isn't enough to fully squash your want for him. so when he does lean in to kiss you, you let him. the kiss is short but weighted, his apology being interwoven into every kiss. the several glasses of wine in your systems has you both feeling some type of way.

“should we even be doing this?” his voice seems worlds away when it’s buried in the crook of your neck. his hands roam around your waist in a tentative manner, unsure whether he's doing the right thing but when you place his hands firmly on your waist, he feels his heart race.

“i won’t say anything if you don’t.” the go ahead you’ve given him turns him into a madman, with clothes being haphazardly strewn across the hotel room. he can't get enough of you. his hands wanting to leave a mark on every single part of your body making you groan in pleasure.

patrick fucks like a man starved.

your legs rest on his shoulders as he buries his face into your wet cunt, lapping up the juices with his tongue. the lewd slurping and sucking sounds as well as the way his nose bumps against your clit has you grinding into his face. god he missed this, missed you.

“patrick im so close…” you mewl as you grip onto his messy curls. he ignores your warning continuing to devour your pussy without a care in the world. your vision swims and your toes curl as you’re on the brink of coming undone. patrick knows this and like the asshole he is he will not stop until you're a whining mess.

he lets out a low groan becoming drunk on your pussy, his eyes half lidded and filled with lust. “missed your pretty pussy, fake ones didn’t hit the same.” he murmured. eating you out was his favourite past time if he could say so himself. patrick ignores your pleas, making direct eye contact with you as he spits onto your cunt smearing it all across your puffy folds.

“fuck... patrick!” you cry out as your vision goes white and your body goes limp. he comes up a few seconds later, his lips coated in your slick as he pulls you into a sloppy kiss where you can faintly taste yourself on his tongue. his teeth lightly grazing your lower lip makes you pause for a second when you realise the bastard was fucking smiling.

“what's so funny?" you cock a brow at him and he laughs again even harder this time, before dismissing your concern with a wave of his hand. "can’t a man enjoy his last fuck with his soon to be ex-wife?” he grins like the arrogant fuck he is, the vitriol that threatens to leave your mouth is quickly silenced with a gasp as patrick swiftly enters you.

you both still for a moment, as you try to accommodate each other. it’s been a long time since you’ve slept with someone let alone your husband. you hopelessly grip onto his bicep, your manicured nails leaving red crescent shaped marks on his skin.

finally patrick starts to move, his strokes slow and languid as if he’s trying to savour every moment of this moment with you. he drinks up all the moans and expletives that carelessly leaves your lips as he picks up the pace, slamming into you with a desperate fervour.

the way patrick’s dick kept hitting your g spot was enough for you to start seeing stars, the obscene squelching sounds from your pussy was enough to drive him insane. “baby, please m’gonna—” you whined, feeling your body tense up as you desperately clawed his back.

he was fucking you stupid but you couldn’t complain, he knew your body like back of his hand our mind foggy as all you could focus on was him thrusting in and out of you.

if patrick was able photograph this moment, he would. your fucked out expression, the way your tits bounced with each thrust, the anklet he bought you that was adorned in diamonds sitting pretty on his shoulder. however he knew that this wasn’t something to be commemorated, this was a goodbye.

his hands squeezed your pretty tits, circling your spit covered nipples until they were hardened peaks. “you’re gonna what? i can’t help you if you don’t use your words doll.” he rasped against your ear, biting back the urge to moan after feeling your pussy fluttering around him.

he knew that he was being a bit mean by playing dumb but he didn’t want this to end, so if he had to prolong your orgasm then that was it.

your back arched slightly at the stimulation you were experiencing, making you heady with pleasure. “i-i’m gonna cum patrick.” you admitted, voice strained and tears brimming your eyes as you were soon approaching your climax. “see, now i can help with that.” his hands snake down to your clit rubbing it in circles, only speeding up your orgasm.

your body convulsed as you came all over patrick’s dick, legs still trembling from the after effects of your orgasm. patrick’s release followed shortly after, slumping down beside you with a huff. the two of you stayed like that for a while, your breathing being the only sounds filling the room.

eventually sleep claims you both, his arms snug around your waist providing you more comfort than you anticipated. by the time you wake up its midday and the sunlight is streaming through the curtains.

you get a start on your day, ignoring the way your muscles ache with each turn and the litter of hickeys decorating your neck that are still visible no matter how many times you part your hair in different directions.

days later, patrick finally signs the divorce papers you’ve sent him in the mail. you’re too busy staring at the words on the paper to notice your wedding ring that has rolled out of the envelope.

you hold the ring that now more feels weighted than before, it holds an air of finality toward it that leaves you with a bittersweet feeling, that it was now all finally over.

[aleatory-eyes]

Tw: kidnapping, noncon, sleeping drugs.

Yandere hawks x winged reader

Moment of discovery part 2

first impression could be wrong, right? The same goes with instincts. However you soon find out that even something pure like love could be wrong.

I DON'T CONDONE THIS BEHAVIOR. THIS IS FICTIONAL!

Part 1

The vehicle was astonishing and had been personalized to fit his crimson wings. The inside had a refined vibe, mixing black and red tones. "Loosen up a litle bit, I know a shelter that can take you for the night" the owner said with a wink as he turned on the engine.

You thanked him for his concerns and turned you head to the window, watching the ilusion that the moon was following you. Still processing everything that happened, the adrenaline slowly leaving your body. It would have been completely gone if you weren't so on guard. Yet your friend was so concerned, and hawks offered a tranquilizing ride.

It wasn't the luxurious car that got you or Sophie to accept his proposal, It was the sense of security that he provided. And now sitting besides the hero, you wonder when is the odd feeling of safety finally going to hit? Because you have only gotten more and more tense in here.

"You must be exhausted sweatheart. If you wanted you could nap a litle, I don't mind" he offered with a soft smile. "I'm alright." You sputtered, i wasn't your intention to sound so harsh but your social abilities were still on a training phase. Hoping to ease the tension you tryed to have some idle chat "so...where is this place? Once you drop me off you should rest too." He sighted and quickly answered "Its a nearby shelter for emergencies. The protocols prohibit me to tell you the address"

Did your question annoyed him? In any case the silence was really awkward. So you gave it a second shot "you have to follow a lot of rules? I thought hero work was usually liberal as a lot of different situations could occur". He kept his eyes on the road while speaking "yeah, is not as straigh forward as it look. And in some cases you have to take your own decisions without relaying in anyone" you could see a glimse of sadness in his eyes.

"When that happens it must be quite lonely...being a savior is quite complicated, right?" With that comforting phrase not only you felt like a social butterfly but also a litle guilty. Maybe you just had a bad impression of him. At that time it was after a life threatening event and you were on edge.

However your positive train of thought is stopped by his muttering "yes, I have been really lonely...but soon I wont be" a smile appeared in his face as he keep talking "reacently I met the one destined to be mine, my soulmate". A little bit of pink showed up in his ears. Was he blushing?

The sight in front of you would have captivated you if it weren't for your instincts going wild. You didn't know why but the way he talked about love creeped you out. So much so that you started to distrust the man once again. Sweat started going down your back.

The impulse to escape was back in your veins.

And then you noticed, the car gps was off. How did he know how to get to the shelter ? Could be by memory is your first thought but you were getting far away from the city. This roads almost didn't have any mile marks that indicated where to go.

Is true that he was considered a genius but he drove like he knew the way from the back of his hand... like he had gone here thousands of times. Hoping he couldn't sense the fear in your voice you prove your theory "Hawks...could it be that we're going to your house?" He gripped the wheel, veins popping in his strong arms.

"Fuck" he say with a low grunt and violently shifted the wheel to the left as he looked for a good place to urgently park. The sudden movement takes you by surprise and you are left holding your seat for dear life as he furiously maneuvers. Till with a sharp brake the car finally stops.

You two locked eyes for a moment prior to you taking off the seat belt and forcibly gripping the door handle. But is futile you're locked inside with this damm psycho. You take a glimpse of something in his hand "what a shame, I was hoping to not have to use this" he says prior to try to cage you with his hands.

You struggle using your wings to maintain some sort of distance between the two. But he knows where to grip them to hold you down and his strong built is too much for you to handle. Taking advantage of your stumble to get in a better position he manages to place a cloth in your face.

And within a few minutes, the now villain has you in his hold.

---

You woke up in a soft bed, at first you were confused by the strange place you were in. Your calmness didn't last long though, memories of last night in the car flowed right into your brain.

A wave of anxiety and dread hits you. You feel dizzy as if you couldn't breathe. Trying to calm yourself down, you get a hold of your knees. The fetal position is said to be the most calming for humans after all.

Your rotten savior entered the room and a you're greeted with a bear hug. Probably the worse in your life. You try to get away from his grasp and when he notice he lets you go. But not completely, his hands stayed holding your shoulders.

"How's my songbird? Welcome home" he says with a perfect smile. You don't even try to reason with him, is obvious to see how obsessed is he with his 'soulmate'. You just have to look at his eyes to know.

He showed you around the house : the bedroom, the living room, the bathroom and the kitchen. Ignoring for completely the other rooms in the house. He also specifies that the garden is temporary off limits. You wonder howto change the state to 'open'.

The days passed and nothing that bad happened yet. You and hawks have some sort of rutine: he wakes you up and then you are moved to the kitchen to have breakfast and start your day. Next the both of you 'get to know' talking to each other for some hours, mostly him talking and you listening and answering out of fear of him going through with his threat of clipping your wings.

Later he has to work and you get some alone time, that you use to look for an escape. You haven't had much luck with that. And you're force to stop once he cames back and eats dinner with you while watching some netflix.

Finally you two go to bed and simply sleep, However lately he had been cuddling up with you. This was getting in your neves as he advanced more and more every night. You were terrified by him even if you tryed your best to remain strong.

An after two weeks in your new home, the crippling point happen.

You're eyes open slowly as you feel an arm holding you tightly. "Oh, sorry babe I didn't mean to wake you up" he kissed your forehead as a way to apologize. You have been holiding back your fighting spirit, behaving like his cute angel. And lately you were at your limits, when his hold started to be more...passionate something inside of you simply cracked.

However was the kiss on your neck that drove you to the edge. You started pushing his chest, the strong muscles were like a wall for you. Hawks takes a deep breath and then he holds you even tighter "sweetheart, I've waited a long while. Don't you want to feel how much I love you".

"Let go of me!" You screamed, taking him by surprise. That was enough to use all your strength at once, doing the final punch with your wings you were free of his grasp. Quickly you get out of the bed and opening your wings you fly towards the hallway. If you managed to enter the bathroom maybe you could gain some time.

You hear a fluttering of feathers, but this time is not yours. You try harder to reach for the door, is so damm close. As you grasp the handle, something lays on top of your wings. Immediately you feel extremely heavy and unable to levitate, you drop.

In a prince charming fashion the blonde catches you in his arms. He seems angry, you prefer to advert his gaze and instead gave a good look at the thing in your wings. It was some kind of metal liquid enveloping your feathers.

While he calmly walked into the room you trashed with all your might. Screaming to your kidnapper to be let go (and a good amount of insults too ). It definitely angers him more.

"You want me to drop you baby? HERE! " with that he throw you to the bed.Not waiting a second he is on top of you, trying to get hold of your wrist so he can pin you down.

Once he has both of them in one hand, the other starting to take off your chlothes. That's when you realize you probably wont be able to run off this time. You cursed yourself for being this weak, tears escaping your eyes.

After removing your top the man get a hold of your chest and gropes them softly "no need to need to be so shy..." he said your sobs only getting louder, and your body tembled as he started sucking them.

Just as he goes down to your body and is about to take your panties off. He takes a look at you, shaking of fear and face deep in the pillow crying. His eyes Softened at your pitiful state.

Hawks let's go a sigh while lessening the grip that was trying to separate your knees "hey... tell me. What is that you find so scary about this?" His hands grabbing his chin in thoughtful way before continuing with his rumbling "Perhaps...are you embarrassed to show your body to me ? You know I won't judge. In my eyes you're truly magnificent." You try keep you glance away but curiosity gets the best of you as you hear the sound of clothes taken off. The hero smirks at your reaction "Or are you scared of not cumming?" He let out a chuckle "darling there's no way you aren't tonight".

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Ayato Sakamaki- My Only Human

HEY HEY!!

ANON ASKS

Can I make a request from your x -rated prompts. 36, 40, 57 , With Ayato Sakamaki. >.< if you can.

Idea: Maybe the reader, catches a student at the night school flirting and touching him, but when she thought he would shove her off, he doesn't. She gets super mad at him and doesnt talk to him the rest of the day until he comes in her room after school demanding to the what the readers problem is, and it leads to some rough sexy time??

If you cant thats fine >.<

If YoU CaN’t ThAt’s FiNe, PSSSSHH I GOT THIS 

36- That’s it, grab my hair. Yank it, pull me back into your pussy.

40- How do you ride me so good? God damn, you’re gonna break me!

57- Fuck! You’re mine. You’re fucking mine and I’m fucking yours.

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Leggo!!

...

“Yui, question.” you walked through the halls with your favorite adoptive-cousin. 

“Y/N, Answer!” she giggled in reply. “What’s up?”

“I needed help! Me and this math thing is not a thing.” you glared down at your folder.

“18, 42, 6.9 and X=17.” she instantly filled in the blanks to the questions you hadn’t answered.

“Have I ever told you I loved you?” you faked crying.

“Only always.” she shrugged. “I see the boys beat us here.” she mused, noticing the Sakamaki AND the Mukami brothers in the respective groups by the lockers, right across from each-other.

“Always beating us here, but never offering to drop us off...assholes.”

“Aren’t you the one insisting on Ayato and you arriving at different times?” she raised a brow as you two slowed down in pace.

“I told it it would be better if I arrived a little bit after him after his gaggling fans dispersed.” you half-shrugged. “The last thing I need are his fangirls trying me.” you rolled your eyes.

“Like that girl flirting with Ayato?”

“Exactly...Wait WHAT?” 

Yui pointed in the direction of the Sakamaki brothers. A girl was standing in front of him. Holding her books to her chest with one hand while twirling strands of her hair in another. 

“Julia.” you growled. “She always does this!” you motioned to how ridiculous it was that she always flirted with one of the Sakamaki brothers. Especially the one that was TAKEN!

“Ayato won’t let her even touch him!” Yui tried to console you. 

“You know what, you’re right.” you smiled a little. Everyone knew you two were an item. She wouldn’t dare.

“He loves you and he wouldn’t let her-”

You two watched as Ayato put on a flirtatious smile, crossing his arms in amusement as he leaned against the lockers.

“Maybe he won’t even entertain-”

Julia trailed a finger up his arm, laughing like a hyena.

“Maybe he’ll embarrass her?”

You watched as he took her hand, raised it to his mouth and gave her knuckles a short peck.

“Maybe-”

“Yui I love you, but I’ma need you to stop talking.” your voice kinda cracked. 

You had transferred from day school to night school for him. You had transferred SCHOOLS for him. You dealt with the burden of having to take care of a human girl who was allergic to her own skin (you loved Yui to bits, but damnit if she didn’t get you into trouble all the time) on some days along with dealing with a bunch of perverted, self-important, assholes for him...so why..WHY was he responding to Julia....like he was single.

“I’m going class.” you grumbled. “See you later.”

“Y/N WAIT!” 

...(Meanwhile)

Ayato needed to pass his English Lit. Class project, so of course when that Julia girl offered to type his report for him, he couldn’t say no. He had to pretend he wasn’t disgusted by her if he was going to remain in the top 5% of people with an actual brain. Fuck being like the other students.

“Y/N WAIT!” 

“That sounded like Yui.” Reiji commented. They were surprised to see you bolted down the hallway at full speed with Yui on your tail. She skid to a stop to glare at Ayato.

“You’ve really done it this time.” was all she said before she ran off. “Y/N!! COME BACK!”

“Smooth move, moron.” Yuma called from the other side. “Looks like I get to play knight in shining armor.” he winked.

“Ayato~” Julia got his attention, “make sure to meet me in the library so I can give you your essay.”

“Yeah, sure whatever.” Ayato watched at Yui chased you down the hall.

... (Lunchtime/Free Period)

You sat in the courtyard, sadly staring at a sketchbook page You liked to paint or draw school life in the quad. You had started with a sketch of the Sakamaki brothers, but it didn’t feel right.

You’d probably get in trouble, but you just had to draw Yuma Mukami who was sitting by the fountain. You looked up every so often, hoping he didn’t see you. 

“Y/N!” You heard. You turned your head to the side to see Ayato sitting with his brothers. “COME OVER HERE.”

Wordlessly, you grabbed your sketchbook...only to walk to the other side of the quad. You sat at another table, focusing back on your artwork.

“Hey...”A shadow was cast over your work.

“Do you mind?” you grumbled. “You’re blocking my light source.”

“Hm, I was just thinking you’d wanna see the reference up close.”

Your head darted up to see Yuma, standing in front of you. “May I sit.”

“Do whatever you want.” you grumbled. “I don’t care.”

Ayato watched from the other side of the court yard as that smug playful bastard took your sketchbook from in front of you and began flipping through it. Why hadn’t you sat with him today?? That Mukami dickwad had better not touch you.

He watched as Yuma flirted with you, and thankfully you didn’t seem to fall for his charms. Though that half smile you gave when he gave you a flower that had been growing nearby was enough to make him angry. 

“AYATOOOO~” Julia practically threw herself into the spot where you usually sat when you sat with him. “I finished your report!”

“Great. Sure, whatever.” he glared potholes at Yuma.

“So...do you wanna eat lunch together?”

“That’s nice, Maria.”

“It’s Julia...”

“Sure whatever.”

(Meanwhile)

“There’s that smile.” he winked as you looked at the flower. 

“Thanks, I guess.”

“Also, next time you draw me...let’s have it be a nude painting huh?” He winked, getting up.

“Gross.” you scoffed, standing up yourself. “See you in Biology.” you cringed.

“Y/N!” you heard Ayato’s voice call again. Just ignore him...(Read more below the break)

... (Smut warning)

When you got home, you locked yourself in your room. You had told Yui to not bother trying to make you feel better, because it wouldn’t work. You had just finished your homework when-

“Y/N! LET ME IN!” Ayato angrily knocked at the door. When he didn’t hear anything back, he decided that the window would have to suffice. “FINE! YOU LEAVE ME NO CHOICE.”

“Oh shit!” you began to run towards the window, hoping to shut it when Ayato practically appeared out of nowhere with a frown on his face.

“Why have you been ignoring me?” he glowered. When you didn’t answer, he grew more agitated. “Y/N, Don’t make me ask again.” Still nothing. “Y/N, You have three seconds to tell me-”

“Why don’t you ask Julia!” you finally snapped. “You sure seem to like flirting with HER.”

“What? I’d never flirt with that disgusting-”

“SO KISSING HER HAND THIS MORNING WASN’T FLIRTING! Yui and I saw you! She touched your arm and you didn’t even move!” you accused. 

“Y/N, let me explain!”

“YOU DON’T NEED TO! You don’t love me anymore!” you pointed. “So go be with her! Go flirt with her! Go and spend time with her because that all you seemed to be interested in doing today!”

Ayato gasped, he finally realized what Yui had been talking about when she said ‘You really done it this time.’ He hadn’t even realized it, but he had been busy with Julia all day that by the time he got free time. He thought-

“You gonna let me talk now, Human?” he used the pet-name he coined for you. “I don’t love Julia. And I wasn’t flirting with her because I don’t love you.”

“Huh?”

“She was doing my English Lit. paper and I had to make her think she was worth my time.” he explained. “She had to think I was actually interested in her or else she’d make a scene. She knew what this exchange was. A litle bit of attention and that A+ was as good as mine. I passed by the way.” he winked.

“S-so, you don’t love her?” you wiped your eyes.

“Of course not! How many times have I told you that my heart only belongs to you?” He asked. “Idiot.” he shook his head with an amused smile. “As if that plain, lowly human could ever compare to my own personal descendant of the goddeses that made this wicked world.” he bit his lip. 

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I was running out of time. I would have told you, had you sat with me at lunch today.” he rolled his eyes. “...Y/N, please accept my deepest apology. I wouldn’t hurt you...unless you asked.” he wiggled his eyebrows at the last part. “Now come here.”

He grabbed your waist and pulled you towards him, taking you in a long drawn out kiss. He purposefully moaned in your mouth, laughing maniacally through each peck.

“Me, and that disgusting excuse- how laughable.” he began kissing down your neck. “I guess I’ll have to show you that you’re mine and will only ever be mine.” 

“Ayato~” you whimpered. 

“Shush.” he kissed you again. “ Fuck! “ he kept kissing your lips “You’re mine. You’re fucking mine and I’m fucking yours. .” He backed you up towards the bed. “Usually I’d ask you to suck my dick first, but I want everything to be about you.” he made you sit down. “Aww, you didn’t take off your uniform, so I can take your panties off right now.” he smirked.

Had he lost his mind?!?

“Have you lost your mind?!?” your legs shook as your panties were discarded who knew where. 

“I’ve always wanted to defile you while you were wearing it, so you can think of me every single time you put it on. Mmmmff-” he buried his head between your legs, exploring your depths with his tongue.

You took in a sharp breath, instantly arching your back in his favor. Good, that was his invitation to go forward. “Y/N, you taste so fucking good-” he laughed gleefully. “I wanna bite your clit and taste the blood right from your naughty place.” he moaned, lashing his tongue against your heat. 

“Ayato, It feels so-” you mewled. “M-more, please?”

Hearing this, he went feral. He dug his nails into your thighs, sucking harshly at your slit. You had to hold the back of his head to stay vertical, your hands tangled through his lush hair.

“ That’s it, grab my hair. Yank it, pull me back into your pussy-mmm. “ he couldn’t even finish his sentence. He was so hungry that not even a snide comment could leave his lips while he tasted you. He’d never do this with anyone else, love anyone else. He was having too much fun worshipping his beautiful human. 

“Ayato- I’m gonna c-cu-”

“Cum. Let me taste you. Let me feel it against me, let me drive my fangs into your thighs while you cum so you can feel what true ecstasy feels like.” 

You felt yourself unravel, only to feel those fangs dig into your left thigh. “Ungh! Ayato!!” you cried. 

“Fuck, Y/N.” he lapped up your blood. “It tastes even better when you’re cumming.” he bit his lip. “I wanna feel you wrap around me.” he crawled over you, capturing your mouth in a long, messy kiss.

You were surprised when he moved you two so you were straddling him. “Undo my jeans, take what’s yours, Y/N.” he bit his lips. 

You shyly unbuttoned his jeans and pulled then down along with his boxers. You were welcomed by a very obvious hardon. 

His cock slapped against his stomach as it was set free. 

“C-can I, touch?”

“It’s yours.” he winked. “Do whatever you want to me.”

You began stroking him, coaxing a low satisfied moan from your lover. You wanted to be mean and leave him but who were you kidding, you both needed it.

“Is it too forward to ask you to ride my cock?” he asked, biting his lip. “Please?”

He caressed your thighs, coaxing you to slip his dick along the perimeter of your slit. You met his eyes, but could only shyly look away.

“Oh Goooodd-” he sucked in air as his dick slipped inside. You shy rocked your hips, coaxing another moan out of him. His hands rested on your thighs. “Shit, Y/N, Why are you so fucking- Ungh...Shit I can’t take much more.” he thrusted his hips upwards. 

A small gasp hitched in your throat, followed by many as he thrust himself in and out of you. You wanted some sort of control too, so you rolled your hips even more against him. “Shit. Ayato~” you moaned. “Fuuuh-”

“Why would I want anyone else when you’re here with me.” he spoke. “Why would I NEED anyone else!” he growled. “You’re mine! I’m Yours, that’s how to fuck it should be!” he seethed. “Fuck your pussy feels so good.”

He was absolutely right, you didn’t think even washing this uniform would get his essence out of it.

“Shit!!” Ayato threw his head back, moaning like you had never seen him moan before. You didn’t even think he could even make such a face. “Y/N!!! “ he cried. “I fucking love you so much, Fuck, S-shit!! Fuck say it back, please.”

“Ayato,” you felt his cock twitch inside. “I love you-haah-aah!”

“ How do you ride me so good? God damn, you’re gonna break me! “ he cried, digging his nails into your thighs. “Fuck Y/N this is what you to do me!!”

You both were loud, sensitive, and on the brinK of breaking.

“I’m gonna CU---AAAHH FUUCCK!” you felt his warmth spill inside you. You were taken aback by him wrapped a hand around your neck and pulling you down to kiss you abruptly. He moaned loudly into your mouth, crying in euphoria as he bottomed out inside your wetness.

“Y/N!” he cried once more. “Fuck I love you.” his face twisted in pleasure, those usually stern eyebrows going soft. “I fucking love you. My human, My only human~.” he hugged you close.

“Ayato~” you replied just as wantonly. “I love you.” you whimpered.

“Don’t think you’re off the hook for ignoring me today, now it’s my turn to get revenge.” you heard his breathless laugh. “Shall we continue?”

(I.....AM SO SORRY FOR THIS)

[eleanorbloom]

I'm sincerely curious - how will Eleanor reveal to Bryce that she's pregnant?

I've missed Elle and Bryce so much 🥺🥺🥺 Glad to have you back!!!

My dear Conch! Thank you so much for asking this question! You have no idea how much joy you brought me when I had to think about an answer.

The thing is, I've always imagined it's not really a big surprise, but man, that doesn't mean it's not precious.

Eleanor and Bryce knew they'd had kids since they early stages of their relationship (once Eleanor make up her mind about certain attending, of course). It was just a matter of when.

Here's a litle ficlet. Hope it fills your curiosity, my darling ❤️

This is my submission for @openheartfanfics event Meet My MC: About The Future. Tagging @choicesficwriterscreations for Fics of the Week.

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Little Blooms

Book/Pairing: Open Heart / Bryce Lahela x F! MC (Eleanor Bloom)

Word Count: 1.2k Warning/Rating: None/Teen

When Eleanor and Bryce proposed each other, they agreed to marry when they felt sure about taking the big step in parenthood. So, after they got married, Eleanor stopped taking the pill and hoped for the best.

Bryce noticed the changes since she stopped being on birth control. She wasn't regular in her period, she was way more horny than usual but also moody.

However, four months since she was off birth control, he noticed the morning sickness, how could he not if right after Bryce put a plate of omelette in front of her, Eleanor ran to the nearest bathroom and couldn't swallow anything that morning.

Completely oblivious, she blamed it to the churros she ate the night before.

Bryce was suspicious. He couldn't remember the last time she got her period, but it was a lot. But as they days passed and nothing extraordinary happened, he attributed it to the her body still adjusting to the lack of hormones.

Until he arrived home one night, late, after a massive surgery.

Eleanor wanted to tell him the moment she found out, early that afternoon, but Bryce would be on surgery for several hours, and this moment had to be private. The proposal and wedding had been so public, that she wanted this moment to be only theirs.

Bryce opened the door of their apartment around midnight and found Eleanor sitting by the couch in a lilac nightgown.

"Hey babe, you're still awake?"

"Yeah, I was waiting for you," She said softly.

When she got up from the couch, he saw an unusual glow on her face, in her eyes. It made his stomach flutter.

"Oh yeah? What for?"

She smirked, ignoring the question, "How did the bypass go?"

"It went well. We had some complications with an artery, but nothing I couldn't solve myself," he winked at her, with his usual confidence.

"That's awesome. Congrats, my love," she said leaning to kiss him on the lips.

There was a different softness in her kiss that night.

"How are you?" he asked with evident curiosity. He wasn't sure where this was going.

Her eyes lighted up.

"I'm great. I'm..." She sighed, as if she had been contianing the air for hours.

Maybe in a way she had been.

Then, she bit her lip and shook her head with her eyes full of wonder.

"Mi amor..." she whispered.

And he knew. Before she told him he knew.

"Mi amor, I'm pregnant," she confessed, releasing a long breath, "We're going to have a baby."

The world stopped right at that moment. Just like the moment he saw her walking down the aisle, beautiful like a goddess, ready to be his wife.

And this, this moment, this life-changing moment would be ablazed to his memory just like the moment he told her he loved her, or when she told him she had finaly fell in love with him. Or when she asked him to marry her, and right after that he asked her the same question.

They had lived so many life-changing moments together and he was sure they'd live a hundred more.

But this. This was different. This was something else. It felt surreal.

Their love had grown so big, it was enough to create another human being and bring it to this world. To overflow their lives with love and happiness.

"Elle, love. My love..."

He saw the tears spilling down her cheeks. Tears of joy, of utter happiness. Of that happiness just Bryce makes her feel.

"We're going to have a baby, my love. A baby from you and me."

Her words were pure sweetness. The most beautiful thing he could've ever heard from her.

He couldn't say anything. Even if they've been preparing for this moment, it was a whole new thing processing the reality. They would be parents. He would be a dad. They'd have a little bean made of their love. It wouldn't be just them, Bryce and Elle. It would be them and the new family they were building. Their kids. Their kids who would turn their lives upside down.

So Bryce kissed her. At his -unusual- loss for words he just kissed her and then laughed and laughed until a single tear spilled down his cheek too. He didn't know if the tears were of emotion or laugh. Either way, he didn't care, it was his most genuine reaction.

"Babe. My princess. My love," he whispered with utter tenderness, peppering her with kisses all over her face, starting on her forehead and down her cheeks, jaw, nose and finishing in her smiling lips, "My koala. We're gonna have little koala?"

Eleanor couldn't help but giggle. At the image of a little koala hanging in her arms, but also because of the tenderness in his voice.

"Or a little Goldie. Or maybe a Koldie."

Both snorted, a mixture of complicity and incredulity.

"It's gonna be a koala. I want him or she or they to be just as beautiful as you are."

"Ummm hello, where is my husband and what did you do with him?"

"Have I never told you you're the most beautiful creature in the universe?"

"Mmmm.... Multiple times."

"What's the surprise there, then?"

"You wouldn't want our kid to be like you? To inherit your beauty?"

"I do. But the second can be like me."

"Oh, and there's gonna be a second?"

"Well, yeah, we talked about two, at least."

"Well, yeah, but that depends on how the first one goes."

He nodded, chuckling, "I respect that."

Then, he slowly slid a hand to her side until his palm reached her belly. It was as usual, flat, but he knew there was something there. A little bean that in less than nine months would be with them to change their lives completely.

It already had changed his life completely.

"You know what?" he added, caressing her cheek with his knuckles, "They can all be like you, I don't care. That way every time I see them, I see you and they remind me of how happy you have made me."

"That's not fair," she giggled. "I want one looking just like you so I can see you when you're not close."

Bryce bit his lip and shrugged, "I guess we have no choice but have at least two so we're both happy."

"Two little Blooms," she said in a tiny voice, fighting the tears. It was moving how contemplative he was. But she knew, she knew that once the amazement was over, he would be ecstatic, and cheery and noisy, just like the Goldie he was, so Eleanor wanted to relish in that moment.

"Our little Blooms," he repeated softly, and he crouched down until his face was inches away from Eleanor's belly. "Hey baby, are you there? It's dad."

Eleanor couldn't help but sob as she saw Bryce talking to their baby for the first time, "I know you can't hear me, you probably don't even have a nervous system for now, but I want to tell you I already love you, and I'm so freaking happy you're coming."

Eleanor rested her hand on his head and caressed his silky hair softly, then she wrapped both arms around him and pulled him close.

"Te amo."

He enveloped her in his arms and looked up at her.

"And I love you. Once again you have made me the luckiest man on this planet."

That night, they barely sleept. The plans for the future and guesses about how their baby would be and look made them lost track of space and time.

They were immersed in their own bubble of love and happiness.

[kirric-the-fan]

Mermaid transformation for Dolores?????

Hi! Thanks for the ask! And my apologies: I'm not sure if you're asking if she is a mermaid, or she changes into a mermaid or something else, so I'm gonna try and cover all bases for you! (Please do feel free to clarify, if I've misinterpreted the ask!)

Dolores is part mermaid thanks to Félix, but that's still a lot human (mermaids are still part humanoid to start with), and as a result, she and her siblings are all humanoid, but can breathe underwater. They have no other mermaid characteristics.

(This ficlet here explores Félix's reaction to having (mostly) human kids. Camilo's and Antonio's births were fairly similar, but he'd accepted it more by then, and knew what to expect. Pepa, at least, is a litle relieved they're not more mermaid like, because if they were, she wouldn't be physically able to look after them all the time- younger mermaids need to spend much more time underwater that isn't barrels to grow up strong and healthy.)

The only warm coloured kid that can turn into a mermaid properly, thanks to his gift, is Camilo.

And you bet your ass he gives himself the biggest, fanciest, magical girl transformation sequence he can get away with when he does so. He loves shifting into, and being in merperson form. And he's a drama queen. The biggest drama queen of the lot. (Not to be confused with Pepa or Bruno, who like dramatics.)

I hope that answered your question anon! If you've got any more, my askbox is always open!

(Want more pirate content? Mosey on up to my pinned post here for links to more pirate AU thoughts, stories and drabbles!)

[sleepysnk]

Helloooo just finished my first week's of partial exams and I came to Tumblr to relax a bit and saw that your requests are open, im so happy!!! Would it be okay for me to request a litle scenario where out in a expedition Eren gets to tired out and cant transform anymore and while they get surrounded by titans, Erwins S/o transforms into her titan form and just wipes out all the titans and everyone is just :000000 and they get back to safety

i hope you did well on your exams! :) i really like this request. it would for sure be a shocker ngl, i hope you enjoy love! <3

Erwin x Fem!Reader: Protecting Us

Warnings: None

(for sure his face when he saw titan lightning^)

Chaos rained over the land as the expedition was currently being played out. The expedition was going fine at first, nobody got hurt, no deaths, until somehow titans in large groups had appeared out of no where.

Many soldiers were deployed to take care of the titans surrounding, but most began to get eaten, or got crushed into the hands of the monsters. This prompted Commander Erwin to give the signal for Eren to transform into his titan form. It was the last and final option, and unfortunately he had to come to it.

"We have twice as many as before Commander! Eren won't be able to take them all out on his own!" Levi yelled as he stood in the tree.

(Y/N) watched as her comrades were eaten alive. She couldn't bare to watch this scene unfold in front of her. Erwin didn't know what to do. Why the hell were so many titans coming out of no where?

"Eren will be able to do it. I know he will" Erwin replied and watched as Eren threw titans around.

Thing was, these titans were going after Eren. They were trying to get at his nape, which was odd considering they were mindless titans. He couldn't hold them off forever, and it was beginning to show.

"He doesn't look good Erwin" (Y/N) said with worry in her voice.

He looked towards his lover. "He'll be fine (Y/N)... if we have to, we will retreat" he said.

She wasn't so sure if retreating was a good option. The amount of titans were insane, and everyone was starting to get tired from taking so many out. Even (Y/N) was tired, she had killed more than she could count.

All she could do was watch as Eren threw titans around. Erwin ordered everyone to not engage, and to leave it all to Eren. (Y/N) wasn't so sure about the idea.

"Sir! He's going to go down" Levi yelled and looked towards Eren.

His titan looked weak, and if he didn't get out of there he would be eaten. "Shit.." Erwin said and looked down.

Everyone watched from afar as Eren fell over. Most of the titans were now putting their attention back on the people, now they were truly fucked in this situation.

"Your orders?" (Y/N) asked and looked towards Erwin with concern.

He sighed. "I need to think, go find Hanji and the others" he replied and leaned against the tree.

She looked at him with concern. "Pardon me Erwin, but we don't have time to think! If we don't have a plan soon, we're gonna end up with more casualties" she said.

Erwin turned towards her. "Do what I said (Y/N)" he said and looked back at Eren.

She shot away along the trees. She noticed Hanji standing with Moblit in the tree. "Any word from Erwin?" Hanji asked and nodded.

(Y/N) shook her head. "No.. he's thinking of a plan, but we don't have much time" she replied and looked down at Eren's titan form.

Hanji stood up. "I'll need to go check on Eren" she said and shot down to his titan.

She stood there helplessly as the titans began to form around the trees, this made it impossible for them to move, or even retreat like Erwin said they could. At this point, the scouts had no options. It's not like they could wait for the monsters to wander off, they would have to travel during the night, but day light was far from ending.

That's until the last option popped into (Y/N)'s head.

She could potentially transform, she hadn't told anyone, but she was secretly a titan shifter. Nobody knew, not even Erwin. The girl kept it quiet, because she didn't want the government to have more reasons to try and disband the scouts.

It might be the only way they could get out of there alive, but she wasn't sure what the others would say.

"(Y/N), do you have any ideas?" Moblit asked and nodded at her.

She sighed. "No I don't... but hey Moblit, do you have a knife?" she asked.

He furrowed his brows. "Uh.. yeah. Why? It's not like a knife will do anything" he replied and reached for it in his pocket.

(Y/N) took the knife from him. "I think what is going to happen might be the only way we get out of this alive" she said and looked down.

He nodded. "What do you mean?" he asked and seemed concerned.

She fiddled with the knife. "Just trust me" she replied and jumped off the tree.

"What the hell... (Y/N)!" he yelled and watched as she fell towards the ground.

(Y/N) sliced her hand open, and titan lightning shot across the sky. This caused everyone to turn in the direction of the commotion.

"What the hell was that?!" Erwin yelled and looked in the direction of the smoke.

Levi came over. "Did Eren transform again? He had no orders to do so!" he replied and looked around.

Hanji looked over and saw another titan standing before her. She instantly recognized the titan to be (Y/N). Her eyes widened at her form, the titan had her (h/c) hair and her (e/c) eyes. How long had she been hiding this?

(Y/N) began to tear the titans before her apart. She threw them along the sky, and ran around trying to get them away from everyone.

Erwin looked over and his icy blue eyes went wide. "Who the hell is that?" Levi asked and furrowed his brows.

"It's (Y/N).." he replied and looked around at the titans below him.

He watched as she got the titans to come towards her. "What the hell..." Mike said and watched her.

''Shit... why are there so many?!" (Y/N) said and looked around as the titans came towards her.

She needed to tell Erwin to get the hell out of there with everyone else. She made her way towards him. He noticed how frantic she seemed.

"(Y/N)! What's going on?" Erwin asked and lookef at her titan form.

She moved her head side to side. "Hey brat! Can you explain!?" Levi yelled.

"Should we go?" Erwin asked and furrowed his brows.

She shook her head up and down. "Alright... let's go!" he said and turned around towards everyone else.

"This may be our only opportunity to get out! Everyone get to your horses!" Levi yelled and shot down to his horse.

(Y/N) began to tear more titans apart. Her goal was to get everyone to safety, this would only happen if they all got out of there.

Erwin looked back as his lover took out more titans, he wanted to go back and help her, but he had to push forward. He knew she was strong, and she could do it by herself. He prayed silently that she would make it back just fine.

Within hours, the scouts had gotten to a safe point. The adrenaline running through everyone began to slow a bit, the sight of titans weren't feared anymore. It was quiet. They got back with no casualties.

"Any sign of her?" Levi asked and came over to Hanji.

She nodded. "No, not yet. I hope none of those titans ate her. My fear is that she got tired and her body gave out" she replied and looked at him.

Levi looked back at Erwin, who seemed very worried. "So, did you have any idea your girlfriend was a titan?" he asked.

Erwin looked up. "No, not at all. I had no idea until I saw her in that titan" he replied and looked around.

"Scared the brats shitless being honest..." Levi said and crossed his arms.

Hanji came over. "Well she did help us escape. I'll give her gratitude for that one" she said and smiled a bit.

"Section Commander! A titan is approaching!" Moblit yelled and pointed.

Everyone looked over to see (Y/N) in the distance coming towards them. "Do not engage!" Erwin yelled and looked at everyone.

Everyone stood tensely as the titan grew closer to them. Erwin knew it was (Y/N), but she seemed really weak. She most likely had been battling those titans, and had difficulty doing so. Who knows how long it had been since she transformed.

Her titan dropped to the ground, and steam started to arise from it. "She's coming out" Hanji said and looked at Erwin.

He nodded. "I'll take care of it. The rest of you saddle your horses and get ready to go back to the wall" he replied and headed towards her titan.

Erwin shot over on top of her titan. Her nape fully exposed her body which was still in the muscle. He used his blades to cut her out, being careful to not accidentally cut her arms off. She was hot. The steam surrounding her body kept her warm. Erwin had trouble even touching her.

"Is she alright?" Levi asked and nodded.

Erwin noticed she was unconscious. "She's not awake but she's weak. We must return at once" he replied and headed towards one of the wagons.

"Make sure she's comfortable" Erwin said and placed her on the wagon.

There were many questions that needed to be answered once she woke up.

[firstofficerwiggles]

Star Wars Tournament - Round 3

Sorry to be a litle late in posting this update but here is your latest bracket with your Round 2 winners! This week we have 4 games to decide our division champs. These decisions are the toughest yet, believe me! 

To vote in Round 3 click here. 

Round 2 results and this week’s game breakdown are under the cut below. Have fun voting!!

Round 2 Results

Din Djarin 100% vs. Chewbacca 0%

Poe Dameron 81.8% vs. Han Solo 18.2%

R2-D2 54.5% vs. Boba Fett 45.5%

BB-8 70% vs. Padme Amidala 30%

Grogu 90.9% vs. Yoda 9.1%

Obi-Wan Kenobi 54.5% vs. Leia Organa 45.5%

Darth Vader 81.8% vs. Moff Gideon 18.2%

Darth Maul 90% vs. Emperor Palpatine 10%

Biggest surprises in Round 2 were the defeat of Boba Fett at the droid arms of R2-D2 and Obi-Wan’s final showing against Leia. Also shout-out to the person who called Round 2 Maul’s Revenge, you definitely called it.

Round 3 Games

This brings us to our showdowns for the division champions.

Game 1 Certified Good Bois Club: Sweet Boy Showdown - Which heartthrob has won you over for all time?

Din Djarin vs. Poe Dameron -  I know for a lot of you this is an impossible choice as they are both ultimate Star Wars boyfriends/husbands/best friends. Poe is our sweet, slightly bad boy that many of us blush over or simply want as our bro. He would be a blast to hang out with and I’m sure he’d flirt with you even if it’s just for fun. However, the love for Din is insanely strong and while I think this will be Din’s tightest game yet, I still predict our hunky space dad will be victorious.

Game 2 Can’t Do it Without Us Cantina: Battle Bots - Which droid will you choose for your sidekick?

R2-D2 vs. BB-8 - It’s time to answer the ultimate Star Wars droid question, do you go with the classic or the new? I predict that the OG droid badass R2-D2 is going to take this one, but everyone’s love for adorable pal BB-8 is strong. I was surprised how easily BB-8 took down Padme, so we do have the potential for an upset here.

Game 3 Space Wizards Hangout: Adorable Annihilation - Which of these cuties has stolen your heart?

Grogu Djarin vs. Obi-Wan Kenobi - I find both of these two Jedi insanely cute. Grogu is quite literally the most adorable baby I have ever seen and I have so much Grogu merch at this point I should be embarrassed but I’m not. Obi-Wan is cute in that I want to kiss his stupid gorgeous face and then marry him. I think Obi-Wan will make this a slightly more competitive game but Grogu will crush him in the end. (I’m making an early prediction that Grogu takes this whole thing.)

Game 4 The Evil Lair: Darth-off - Which Sith is the sithiest?

Darth Vader vs. Darth Maul - Ooh this is one of the matches I was hoping for because I’m really curious to see how it plays out. I would say that I think Vader is going to emerge the winner here, but so many of y’all love Maul so much that I feel this is sure to be a close one. 

As always, have a great time voting! Here’s the link again so you don’t have to scroll up.

[too-many-baes]

Cito Books

Pairing: Fem!reader x Peter Maximoff

Warning(s): N/A

Word Count: 2.2K

Summary: AU where a bookstore owner is enchanted with a man who regularly frequents her shop. She guesses he’s taken as he brings in two kids constantly but litle does she know that he is pining after her just the same - requested by the ever lovely @steve-chandler​

A/N: Wow, what’s this? Another long overdue request? It couldn’t be, but it is!! I’m so sorry about that wait, but if you haven’t already completely lost interest in wee Peter here you go. (p.s your other one is still in the works) xx

I hope you all enjoy!

A bell’s chime fills the small room you occupy, your favourite sound of the day. Shortly after the initial sound, two sets of small but loud footsteps thump out as they race across the dark ochre floorboards of your shop.

“Girls, calm down!” Your smile only grows as the voice you had been anticipating follows the girls. You giggle lightly to yourself, propping your upper body up on your elbows to peer out your office window. Standing directly in your line of sight was your favourite customer, despite the fact he was one of your more recent regulars. A smile stretches across his face as he watches them run down into the children’s section, reaching up and mussing the shaggy silver mop that sat atop his head. You let your eyes linger on the movement, watching the sun filtering in from the long front window and glistening in his locks.

You realise that you’d let your eyes rest on him too long, as he turned around at the feeling of being watched to see your eyes on him. The longing of your stare was obviously lost on him as his smile remained and he lifted his hand in a cheery wave. Your cheeks instantly flush as you extend a much smaller wave than his own before putting your attention back down to your inventory logs where it should have been all along. Best not to dream about things you can’t have.

You loved your wee office. It was situated directly behind your counter by the front door, which meant with its window, it allowed you to simultaneously work and keep an eye on your shop, Cito Books, all at once. The room had a door, but you opted to never shut it, instead a wedge kept it permanently open to allow you to hear customers calling out to you. Today was no exception.

“Y/N!” The younger of the twos voice rang out from the back corner clear as day. You promptly leave your chair and make the short journey to where all three patrons now sat on the matt in the children’s nook.

“Yes Lorna?” You ask, your eyes occasionally flicking towards the silver haired man who had an easy smile resting on his lips. You can’t help but let your eyes briefly look at his hand splayed out on the rug. No wedding ring still.

“Do you have the next Rainbow Magic book?”

“Well what one are you up to?”

“Izzy the Indigo Fairy!” She exclaims excitedly, her sister still intently staring at the shelves in search of the book her sister so desperately wanted.

“I think we just got it in actually, give me one second,” you say, even though you know full well it had come in with your most recent stock. You fetch it from one of several boxes in your office before nonchalantly presenting it to the ecstatic girl.

“Wait, I thought you didn’t have this one last week?” The still seated man asks with a quirked eyebrow.

“Well Mr- ” You go to answer him before you are interrupted as he stands and speaks.

“How many times do I gotta tell you? It’s Peter.” The smile he gives you as he absent-mindedly swipes his hands on his jeans makes your cheeks flush again. You hated that you loved the impact he had on you. You wordlessly asked Lorna with a gesture if you could take the book back. She passes it to you and you lead the three to the counter to process the purchase, replying as you do.

“Well Peter we actually just happened to get it in so…” You let your feeble reply fade off as you ring up the book and place it into one of your paper bags, refusing to meet the eyes you knew were on you.

“If I didn’t know any better Y/N I’d say that you got it in especially for us.” Just as you suspected, when you dared to briefly meet his gaze he had a cheeky smirk on his lips and mischief in his eyes. You involuntarily gulp before passing the book to eager outstretched hands.

“That’ll be $14.99.” You fail to find anything to say that would dispel his absolutely correct assumption. He shakes his head slightly at his verbal victory before pulling out his wallet and handing you a twenty dollar note, telling you to keep the change. You immediately protest this, as he supports your little store plenty without needing to not take his change but he was having none of it, firmly placing his wallet back in his pocket where his hand remained. You give him what was supposed to be a disapproving look as you put the money into the till with a ‘thank you’, him merely giving a jovial shrug of the shoulders in return.

“Isn’t that the last one in the series?” The other little girl, Wanda, finally pipes up. You reply with a smile.

“It is actually, but don’t worry there’s a whole other series that comes right after.”

“Do you have it?” Lorna asks, quick as a snap.

“No not just at the moment.” You reply with a slight frown. Peter places a hand on both the girls’ shoulders, gently starting to lead them out the door.

“Don’t worry though, if we’re really lucky it might just be here next week,” he says with that signature cheeky smirk and a wink. Even though he had assumed correctly, you weren’t about to admit he’d been right. “We’ll see you next week Y/N,” he yells over his shoulder, turning his head once they are out of the shop to wave at you through the window as they leave your sight down the street.

“See you next week,” you say with a smile to an empty shop. You rest your head on your hands as you stare at the space that they once occupied. The family had probably only been coming in for a month, yet you could confidently say they were your favourite customers. There’s just something about him that never failed to put a smile on your face, even from the first moment you saw him.

You shrug yourself out of your thoughts, settling on sorting your new stock. Even if he wasn’t married, which he still could be for all you knew, he had two kids. There was more than likely someone in the picture, so you needed to rid your thoughts of the cheeky silver haired man. Even if you didn’t want to.

*

Over the next few months you saw Peter more often alone than with the girls. He had taken to coming in sometimes as often as twice a week, just browsing rack after rack that hadn’t changed since the last time he was in. Some days you’d engage in idle conversation, some days you were too busy with customers to chat with him, but that would not deter him in visiting. You thought occasionally that he was looking your way, yet every time you turned to face him his eyes were firmly on the shelves. Just wishful thinking you supposed.

You had felt a lot of strange gusts of wind in the shop recently, and you had no idea where they were coming from. Sometimes pages in books would rustle when nothing had happened, and gusts of air had taken to flying past your face, catching loose strands of hair in its motion. You had investigated your store thoroughly and came up flat, no holes or crevices that so much draft could be coming through. The events puzzled you when it happened, but for the most part you left it be. If only you knew the source.

You see, Peter was taken with you. From the first moment he had stepped foot in your store and was greeted by your smiling mouth that bid him welcome he’d been under your spell. He usually took the girls to a different book store but as soon as he had found out you owned the quaint bookshop, he had yet to take his business anywhere else.

He wanted to see more of you, he couldn’t help himself. He found himself through that front door more often than he’d like to admit. He’d walked the shelves so many times that you’d probably never have to do another stock take again, he could just recite your inventory to you.

He couldn’t help but watch you. How you gleamed when recommending books to customers. How you chirped up when your doorbell chimed. How you tidied your shelves and store daily, making sure your shop was always pristine. The pride you took in your work was evident, and Peter loved your passion, sometimes whizzing by in super speed just to see the glint in your eyes for a fraction longer. He was lost in thought when a voice rang out.

“Something I can help with?” He jolted slightly, dropping a book out of his hands in shock. Somehow he had been so lost in thought that he hadn’t even noticed you approaching, and didn’t manage to catch the book before it hit the ground.

“I’m so sorry,” you say with a joking lilt to your voice as you retrieve the fallen book and place it back on the shelf, “I didn’t mean to frighten you.” He lets out a breathy laugh, scratching the back of his neck out of embarrassment.  

“You must be too quick for me.” You laugh at his joke, despite not knowing it was much more for himself than for you.

“So, anything in particular you were looking at Mr- ,” the quirk in his eyebrow stops your sentence dead in its tracks, “Peter.” A smile springs to his lips at his name leaving your lips.

“No you’re okay,” his eyes involuntarily flick between your rose tinted lips and your eyes before looking back at the shelf, the motion making a shiver dance down your spine, “I was just browsing.” You nod at him, not wanting to call out the fact that he’s browsed everything there is to be browsed, because frankly you didn’t mind his constant company.

“Well, I’ll be just over in the kids’ corner,” you motion to the brightly coloured area, “let me know if there’s any other books your daughters might want.” You smile at him intending to make your way there but the puzzled look on his face stops you in your tracks, your expression mirroring his. “Did I say something?” You question quietly.

“Daughters?” He says incredulously, you simply nod your head. “Y/N, Lorna and Wanda are my half-sisters, I just look after them when I can.” Your eyebrows furrow before they raise in surprise.

“Oh!” You exclaim, nodding your head at the new revelation and what that might mean. “Well, that’s great!” Shaking your head you go to the kids’ corner to sit on the matt and tidy the shelf, cheeks flushed with your last statement.

“Yea it’s pretty great,” Peter says following you, sitting in the much too small pink chair directly behind you, “they’re great girls.” You hum in acknowledgement, smiling over your shoulder to show your agreeance. You were dying to ask him if he was single but didn’t know how to approach the topic.

“So you’ve got no kids of your own then?” You ask instead, trying to make yourself seem busy enough to offset how much you wanted to know his answer.

“No.” He replies simply, making you think he was not going to divulge any more. “No partner to have kids with either, so none for a while.” You can’t help the giddy sensation that fills your chest. He was single. You felt like you had to act upon this new found information but once again the silvery man had you at a loss.

“So you’re single?” You pluck up the courage to ask, standing from your spot and walking to your counter, avoiding eye contact as you do so. Peter follows and leans on the opposite side of the counter to you, keeping his eyes on your face.

“Free as a bird.” You grin at him, finally having the courage to meet his expectant gaze. Something in them said that you weren’t alone in your feelings, that maybe you made him feel the same as he did you. You can do this. Just ask him.

“How free are you at 5:30 tonight?” Your sentence that you hoped would come out smooth and collected came out rushed and jumbled, making him let a soft breath out.

“Free enough that I could get dinner. If I had someone to go with.”

“I could do dinner.” You can feel the giddiness radiating on your face leaching into your voice, completely nullifying the indefinite you spoke in.

“Alright, 5:30 then. It’s a date.” With that, he reaches over and gives your nearest hand a gentle squeeze before parting with a wink and the dinging of the bell.

You let out a contented sigh, finally allowing yourself to not feel guilty about your pining, knowing clearly he was feeling the same. No more staring and imagining, you had a date with him. Tonight.

And you couldn’t wait for 5:30 to tick around.

[misskittysmagicportal]

Tupelo Honey

Word Count: 2k

Film: Moonwalkers

Warnings:  explicit and consensual drug use and smut

A/N: None of us know anything about the affable, simple-minded, downright hysterical stoner Leon from Moonwalkers. It’s fun to have a tabula rasa with such a great character.

Chapter 1: The Kult of Dionysus

Chapter 2 - Raspberry Swirl

Leon fidgeted nervously after having been instructed to “fluff” himself.  What some saw as a blank expression on his face aimed towards the “crew,” (if they could be called that)  but Honey saw confusion as he pulled his shirt over his head and nervously fumbled with his jeans.  

“They want you to get hard.  Masturbate or whatever you can to get it up,” her tone was frank while she slid out of her clothes.  

Honey’s skin broke out in goosebumps thanks to the draft of the old estate.  Leon openly stared at her bare breasts, the nipples hardened from the cold.  She playfully squeezed them and winked hoping to break the tension.

“Forget them anyways, Leon.  It’s supposed to be just the two of us fucking right? Just look at these,” she cupped her tits from underneath and lifted them in the young man’s direction.  “You can touch them if you want.  That’ll get you hard, I bet.”  

“Should I wait until they start filming?” green eyes flicked towards Renatis, two men who looked like bikers and Johnny nervously pacing back and forth as he chain-smoked.  Only one other woman was present, typical.

Leon tentatively palmed his junk with one hand as if he was answering his own question.  The more he rubbed, the more she caressed herself in return.  Their eyes locked on to each other but Honey’s strayed downwards to notice an erection was forming. A smirk played on her lips as she nodded her head in encouragement before reaching inside of her panties to slip a finger inside of herself.  Honey’s motions deft as she began that circular motion she was familiar with when she wanted to get off.  Despite the audience, a wetness formed as quickly as the crimson that started to creep over Leon’s cheeks. He watched every movement her hand made and the speed against the cloth covering his pelvis followed suit.

“Ma-maybe you should just start filming,” Johnny tried to say quietly but slurred with absinthe.

“This is a good idea, Ginger Hermes. Ok, let’s do that.  The sex can BE the story.”

Honey grimaced, but rolled her eyes just the same.  Her fingers only stopped because she lost herself and felt herself close to the edge unexpectedly.  Leon’s body started to twitch under the friction he created, very obvious on the verge of cumming himself.

Then in a rush of movement and mouths and lips and tongues fighting with each other, Honey and Leon began kissing without any prompting.  His hands on her ass before he yanked her panties down over her hips.  She dug her nails into the small of his back and began to grind her against his thigh signaling how turned on she was.  His erection pressed against her stomach as he swallowed her tongue before biting it teasingly.  They moaned into each other’s mouths.

Honey was the first to break the kiss and got down on her knees in front of Leon.  She took his underwear with her and helped him step out of them.  She took his cock in her hand as she gazed upwards in his direction and ran her tongue around the head.  Switching back and forth between consuming him completely and lapping the head.  Then traced upwards along the shaft with the tip of her tongue and wrapped her lips around the head.  Honey repeated this a few times with a building speed. Leon’s hand gripped her hair and tugged, his body writhed where he stood the harder she sucked.  She could tell he was about to get off and sat back to offer her breasts.

“You can cum on them if you want,” she offered.

But someone sneezed,  the spell was broken, and Leon’s cock deflated right in her hand.  Clearly remembering where he was and what he was doing and how.  Honey groaned and sighed loudly before she got up off the ground.  She switched gears, and began sucking on his neck instead.  Hand grabbing his member still slick with her own saliva so she could wank him off.  Except that wasn’t even working.

“No, I can get another erection,” Leon sounded defeated.  “I just have a bit of.  They’re all watching us, is all.”  His eyes never left the crew despite all Honey tried to work him back up. “If I had a little something it might work.”

“I think your mate has some cocaine,” Honey pointed at Johnny still burning a hole in the floor. He looked up at the sound of his name. “Also this floor is fucking uncomfortable to kneel on.  Can we move to the bed already?”

Ten or fifteen minutes later Leon and Honey lie naked beside one another on the bed.  Leon propped up on his elbow facing her.  Honey on her back with one arm casually above her head, hand pressed to the ornate headboard as he started to pour white powder carefully across the top of her breasts then marked a trail over her stomach towards the soft down of her pubic hair.  There was enough left over when Leon finished that he handed the rest up to Honey and she held it over her nose and inhaled deeply.    

They had come to an agreement as Johnny reluctantly handed over his packet of cocaine.  Only Renatis could be in the room with them, and if Leon needed to be high to get it up, the two of them would do it together.  

Now he was leaning over Honey’s body with his face buried in her tits and his hand between her legs teasing her sex.  His fingers pumped quickly in and out of her, slipping easily in to find that bud of nerves.  Leon snorted the cocaine as swiftly as his hand worked her clit, sending Honey’s moans into giggles as she clasped the back of his head.  She urged him further down her body by tugging his hair towards where his fingers were fucking her.  Her hips bucked upwards reflexively as he continued doing the drug off her stomach, her eyes never leaving his as he periodically stopped to look up at her.

Leon’s tongue snaking in and out afterwards along her skin until he found his head between her legs now.  Legs that he spread enough to use his mouth as a replacement for his fingers.  A mouth he used to cover the folds of Honey’s sex and push his tongue deep inside.  Tip of it finding her clit again before he started to suck on the hood, tongue darting in and out nimbly.  He worked faster as the cocaine kicked in.  His inhibitions behind him as he lapped at her.  Nicked playfully at her with his teeth as she roughly pulled on the mess of curls and cried out in pleasure.

Honey felt the warmth start to build in her chest, the impending explosion as her heart beat erratically. She felt wild, untamed despite looking right in the camera several times. A coy smile playing on her lips as she seductively bit her fingertip in its direction. she contorted herself and Leon so that he was laid sideways on the bed flat on his back. His head still working her sex with his mouth and tongue furiously as she kneeled just a little. His hands deep in the skin of her thighs making her legs start to buckle.

Uninhibited, Honey rode Leon's face as she bent to take his cock in her mouth again. The faster his tongue moved, the harder she sucked and swallowed more of his shaft. There was nothing passionate or attractive about this position, but they struggled to outdo one another. Both fucking each other mouths. Leon's pelvis hitched up so that Honey had to take most of his cock in her mouth. Her hips grinding in a circular motion to match the pace of his tongue.

“Now, fuck her my litle pixie!” Renatis called out from somewhere. The pair were so lost now in what they were doing that it didn't matter. “I think they are enjoying this. Carnal delights have taken over the nervous system, yes?” he assumedly questioned Johnny.

Instinct kicked in, and Leon suddenly pushed Honey off his face. He wrapped an arm under her body and lifted her upwards and away from his cock. Her face displayed disappointment, but Honey  was so high her body was floating above it all.  Her sex ached to be filled, and she said as much when Leon tossed her laughing on the side of the bed.

“Give us a show as you Blimeys say, right?” she giggled as she drew her knees up with feet on the edge of the bed. Her hand languidly stroked her sex as she started fingering herself. “You're gonna fuck me, right?” Honey pleaded, back arched.

“Is that what you want?” Leon asked his hands on her thighs and spread them. His erection was visibly throbbing.  The filter between his mouth and brain torn down by the stimulant coursing through his veins. Wild look in his eyes and lips. “I'll fuck you, but promise me you'll watch while I do it.”

Honey bit her lip and reached for Leon’s cock to slide herself on to, but he swatted them away. Instead he hooked his arms under her knees and draped each one of her legs over a shoulder. Hands on the thick of her hips, Leon buried his cock so deep inside Honey she felt it in stomach.

Using her waist as an anchor, Leon started pounding furiously into her. Inside to the hilt so that his hips slammed into her ass and pelvis. Over and over as Honey clawed his forearms and let herself be manipulated by him. Unable to help it, she maneuvered her head to look right at the camera. She stared long enough at Renatis and Johnny that they both seemed somewhere between horny and uncomfortable. The tightness in their pants gave it away.

Leon took Honey's face so that she was looking at him again. “You're supposed to gives us a look when we're fucking,” he insisted. His palms flat on the bed now bending Honey’s legs back towards the mattress. The entire bed shaking with how hard they were fucking.

Without warning, Honey cried out “I'm gonna fucking cum!” And she did in a burst of fire screams of passion. The cocaine intensifying her orgasm, eyes never leaving the green ones starting almost into her soul.

Spurred by her release, Leon exploded inside of Honey despite his body still crashing into her own. Almost like an afterthought, a primal growl accompanied his orgasm. Then he collapsed on top of her, head and curls covered in sweat pressed into Honey’s breasts as she tangled her fingers up in his hair. The stimulant rushing through them still causes them to fall into a fit of giggles.

“BRAVA my little pixie and succubi!” Renatis applauded. “Now get out of my fucking bed. I have guests arriving later. Here!” he waved money at the couple who stumbled over trembling as the adrenaline and dopamine drained from their naked bodies. “You have earned this un peu plus”

The lion woman suddenly appeared with a bottle of something and the opium pipe as well as a bowl of pills and tabs of paper. Honey helped herself to the entire bottle swallowing the entire contents before allowing the burn to interrupt her.

Leon fidgeted like he had done before their “film shoot.”  “I don't think I’ll have any more opium. Maybe just a little acid, right?” His eyes searched Honey’s for approval.

“You're a grown fucking man, Leon. Don't look to me n Johnny for permission. I just can't stand a fucking dope fiend, is all.  that shit turns you into a living vegetable.” Honey said with a shrug.

Leon quickly let the tab dissolve on his tongue and pocketed a few pills for later. Honey dropped the acid herself before realizing everyone had left them alone and naked. She crossed her arms over her bare breasts and started shivering in the cold air and sobriety. Embarrassment taking over at her behavior and consent to make a porno.

“You reckon I can put that on a CV somehow?” Leon questioned. “I have an audition this week for a new Jean Seberg film in Paris.”

“Did you know she's wanted by the FBI for abetting and organizing with the Black Panthers. It's why she can't leave France.” Leon's eyes widened. “We have that in common, right? I'm also under watch for helping out the Black Panthers with an anti-Vietnam and Civil Rights rally in Manhattan,” she was frank.  

“Except it was my old man, “domestic partner” as we say. He and a few guys went rogue and tossed  Molotov cocktails into a  few police precincts in Queens and Brooklyn. My flat was the safehouse, except the cunt set me up. Been over here ever since.”

Leon’s bottom lip turned out as his eyebrows were furrowed with surprise. “Righteous.” was all he could manage. A beat of silence, “Say Honey Comb isn't your real name is it?”

“Nope. Grazia Bartucci.” Honey held out her hand.

Leon took it and nodded with a dopey grin on his face. “Leon. Just Leon”

[jungstruly]

omg could u please do chenji in uni, getting tutored but occasionally dozing off and just playing with each other? and omg i love what've uve done with the blog!!

ChenJi + University AU + Once upon a tutor sesh

[a.n. enjoyed writing this a little too much! i tried to experiment a bit. i hope you enjoy!]

masterlist

Another yawn came from Jisung’s mouth as he tried to keep his eyes wide open. Chenle, who was sitting beside him, decided to doodle on the upper corner of their answer sheet. No matter how boring It gets, they didn’t have much of a choice but to finish the tutoring session. It was their idea to ask for an upperclassman to tutor them trigonometry after all. 

The older student shook his head the moment he noticed the two boys losing interest in him. It was already dark outside and they were the only ones as the university’s library at this hour.

“Well, I guess this ends our tutoring sesh.” Their eyes literally sparkled only to vanish in a split second. “But the both of you can only go home if and only if, you finish this practice sheet.”

“You do realize we can just throw this out and run away after we watch you leave right?” Chenle smiled mischivously. The two friends high-fived each other.

Their tutor packed his belongings with a playful grin, pushing his chair back as silently as he could. “I knew you'd say that. That’s why I’m leaving the both of you in Mrs. Goodman’s hands, pretty boys.”

Blood runs out of their faces. Chenle had flashbacks of their encounter with that grumpy old menacing librarian. He feels that she loves students suffering. The boy beside him slowly turned his head at the librarian’s desk where the infamous librarian was already staring at the both of them. A shiver ran down both of their spines as they grabbed the practice sheet as fast as they could.

Their tutor made sure to mess with both of them before he goes home. “Also, have you heard of the rumor of the 3rd floor ghost? The ghost loves to walk the halls of this floor, waiting for the next victim and when it does--”

The older boy grabbed the two boys by their shoulders to scare them. Laughter came out of Chenle’s lips when he saw Jisung jump from his seat. Jisung only groaned in annoyance. The story of the 3rd floor ghost was an old myth just to scare the litle kids so that they’ll behave. The thought of the ghost wasn’t really appealing to the both of them. In fact, they tell that story for fun. 

“Hyung! Can you not? We’re too old for that.” Jisung grumbled before he watched him walk away with a grin. Shaking his head, he turned his attention back to the paper so that he could go home already. Chenle on the other hand had a different agenda in mind.

“Do you know that the 3rd floor ghost has 3 signs before she appears?” He whispered to Jisung’s ear. 

The other boy snickered to himself as he glared at his best friend. He just wanted to go home as fast as he could. “Oh geez wow, really? I think I’ve heard of that a hundred times already.”

Jisung’s sarcastic remark didn’t stop Chenle from retelling the infamous story. “First, you’ll hear a ‘psst’ sound.”

Trying to ignore him, Jisung tried his best to compute for the answer. If Chenle doesn’t want to go home then, it’s his loss. He was already on question number 3 when the boy beside him grabbed his arm. 

“Jisung do you hear that?” He stopped his writing in panic, listening to what Chenle found interesting. The lights flickered for a second. 

“Hear what?” Gulping in fear, he tried his best to listen closely. 

“The sound of your heart pounding loudly! Dude I got you this time!” Giggles erupted from Chenle in which he groaned at. He picked his pencil up before going back to the question.

“Can you not? Everyone knows that same old story. First, the 'psst” sound then the footsteps before the ghost touches you on your shoulder yada yada.” Already annoyed by Chenle’s crazy antics, he tried to busy himself. Deciding that it was enough to tease his friend, Chenle went to work on his paper. Jisung was almost finished answering number four on his sheet when he heard a faint ‘psst’. He ignored it, thinking it was Chenle. He heard another one and then another one.

“J-jisung?” Chenle says from his side followed by a nervous laughter. “Do you hear that too?”

The both of them looked at each other in fear as the other boy nodded slowly. There was a moment of silence before the sound of footsteps filled their ears. Blood ran out of their body as they gulped for they knew the story all too well. They tried their best not to look behind their backs. Too afraid to check if it is what they think it was. 

An ice cold hand touched each of their shoulders. Followed by a whisper that made the both of them run for their lives. “Do you want to stay here forever?”

You tilt your head in confusion. It was your job as a student assistant librarian to check on the remaining students in the library. You didn’t mean to scare them away. After all, you were just being sarcastic. With a shrug, you collected the books they used and made your way back to the shelf.

[wheresmynaya]

In LITL if Britt lost a game in college or something and was upset about it?? How do you think Santana would go about that? And how do you think Brittany would act; sad, frustrated, angry? And do you think she’d take it out on Santana?

Sorry for the late question cause ik you’re working on a new story.. I j finished it cause I finally found the time to read

Can’t wait to read the new story once it’s done!☺️

All good, thanks for reading it!

So I don't think Brittany would ever take out her frustrations on Santana, that's not really in character for either of them in this story. I think their communication skills have gotten so much better since high school, so they'd probably just talk it out. Brittany would express what she thought could've gone better and Santana would listen. Santana might even take her out to get Brittany's mind off of it for awhile, but they don't make huge deal of the game. Brittany's a leader; she's definitely going to feel some type of way about a loss and she might linger on it but she's been playing the game for such a long time. She knows how to handle her emotions. Santana knows Brittany always comes back stronger too and Brittany appreciates the faith Santana has in her. That's what makes them such an awesome team.

Hope that answers your questions!

[craftygoateeprincess]

ITinktober Day 8: Memory

The delectable scent of fear cascaded off the child in waves. Her brow furrowed in her sleep and she whimpered ever so softly, a barely voiced exhale in the silence of her bedroom, unaware of the monster standing at the foot of her bed.

Its deadlights shone through Pennywise’s eyes like a flashlight, turning redder by the second, as saliva pooled on his lower lip and dripped into a puddle on the floor. The child smelled divine. He couldn’t help but imagine sinking his teeth into her soft flesh. Her eyes would snap open, and oh, she would scream , but her parents wouldn’t hear. He would make sure of that. He would hold her down and suck the blood from her wounds while she screamed, still alive, still afraid. Yes, he would tear her apart slowly, little by little, piece by piece, milking as much of that delicious fear out of her feeble brain as he could before she died, alone and in agony. Only in the morning would her parents come and find what was left of their precious daughter. There would be no “Missing” signs for her. She would have a closed-casket funeral.

The visions flickered through Pennywise’s mind like broken neon lights, and for once, instead of all but forcing him to act upon his predatory urges, they made him sick. They made him sick because that was you lying there asleep, having a nightmare, scared and completely vulnerable.

And for some inexplicable reason, in spite of everything he was and was meant to be, he didn’t want anyone – not even himself – to hurt you.

He took one calculated step alongside your bed towards you, then another, as if one wrong move would be the one that snapped his resolve and resulted in your untimely demise. He had to bend at the waist to reach you. His hand was shaking as he stroked your cheek.

“Wake up, beautiful. It is only a nightmare. Wake up.” You awoke with a light gasp, eyes snapping open wide. Your eyes flashed with a sort of panicked relief when you saw your companion standing over you, and you sat up and through your arms around him. Your head barely reached his chest.

“Shh…” Pennywise smoothed your hair with one hand while the other came to rest on your back. Your grip around his waist was strong, and he felt a rush of undeserved pride.

You sniffed. 

“Why are you shaking?” Oh, what a good question, little one. How to answer? Honestly? Be honest and tell you that he was shaking from the sheer effort it took not to devour you? No. Instead, he told you, “I am upset that you are afraid.” It was not a lie. In fact, it was very much the truth. He hated that you were afraid, if only because it was next to impossible not to kill and eat you, and he knew he would regret that, later. He settled for tightening his grip on your delicate body and burying his nose in your hair to breathe in the scent.

You backed away, and he barely had the self-control to let you out of his grasp. You took his hand and looked up at him, eyes bright and pleading. 

“Will you stay with me?” He shouldn’t have, because you were never his to keep, but he knew in that moment that he couldn’t deny you anything. You needed him. And feeling needed felt surprisingly pleasant.

“What was your dream about?” he asked.

“It’s the same one I always have,” you explained. “There’s a monster, and I’m trying to get away, but it’s on top of me, and there’s blood…” You trailed off, gripping his hand a little harder.

He pulled you into his arms again. 

“That will never happen,” he said. “Not to you. You are mine, and I won’t let that happen.”

You smiled and murmured a sleepy “thank you,” already beginning to fall back asleep. You felt safe when Pennywise was with you, cuddling you like a teddy bear, having no idea what it was you trusted to hold you in your sleep.

 Now when you had nightmares there was no hand on your cheek, gently stroking your terrors away. There was no soft lilting voice whispering that it was just a nightmare, nor any cool arms to hold you and make you feel safe. It was just you and the increasingly empty expanse of your room, because as the years passed you’d found yourself hating all those familiar childhood things you did with pennywise, they only brought pain and bittersweet memories, even now, when you were sixteen years old and should long be over all those memories, anything that reminded you of him was still having to be thrown out.

Meanwhile your dad was only getting worse as the years went on. But as much as you were giving up hope that pennywise would ever ‘wake up’, you didn’t want to ruin the slim chance he truly intended to keep his promise and return, so you covered the bruises with makeup and put a smile on your face. You studied hard, you worked a part-time job at the movie theatre, you got a pet turtle, anything you could do to fill the empty void inside your soul that seemed to grow with each passing day you woke up alone...or well, not quite alone.

“Eleanore get yer ass down here and make breakfast,” Your legal name was Ellie, but apparently he didn’t care, he was gonna lengthen it out to sound fancy and intimidating. You wanted to shout back at him to stop being lazy and make his own breakfast, but you no longer had Penny to soothe your bruises and you’d already put on makeup for the day, so for the sake of everything you bit your lip and turned to your turtle's enclosure with a sad sigh.

“Have a good day Mister Turtle, let me know if you spy any red balloons will ya?” Red balloons and a daisy chain, the latter of which was probably long since wilted, were all you had for sure to recognize him by. After all, it had been eight years, surely he must look different now than you remembered him looking when you were a child.

You took the stairs two at a time as you hurried to make up for lost time, took your place at the stove, and started cooking. While cracking eggs in the pan a familliar memory clawed it’s way to the surface and you couldn’t help but smile.

 “Penny, dad’s not up yet and i’m hungry, can you make me food?” you had asked helplessly, back pressed against the wall with your head buried in your knees. Mom had passed away only two weeks ago, but life didn’t pause to give you and your dad time to mourn her, it kept moving on and you still had to live life. Of course, you could hardly blame your dad for wanting to lock himself away and not deal with life, but you hadn’t been taught how to care for youself yet and he was just tossing you to the wolves!

“I’ve never had to prepare my own food before….I tend to eat…..raw,” He confessed hesitently, on the one hand, wanting to laugh at his own joke, but on the other knowing it would ruin the illusion he was putting on for you. Still he wasn’t going to abandon you now, or worse, send you off to school hungry! So with a sigh he stood up and offered you his hand, causing you to look up at him quizzically.

“It sounds like you and I will have to learn together, whipping up a few eggs shouldn’t be hard, and should keep you until lunch right?” His offer was kind, and you could have weeped at such a gentle gesture. But you were running out of tears and didn’t want to make a fuss, so instead you just took his hand and the two of you went downstairs. Even at eight years old you were frustratingly short, but Penny was tall and happy to open the fridge and get eggs or find a chair for you to stand on. You watched hypnotized as the eggs which had looked disgusting before, meld into one big bubbling yellow goo that smelled delicious.

“I think it’s done, Penny! What do you think?” you ask excitedly, and slightly worriedly because you really should be going soon. Penny, who had strayed off looking (thirsting) after a couple of kids running towards school, made his way back to you and pressed a victorious kiss to your head.

“Looks good and smells good, great job beautiful!” he said happily. Penny, being an eldritch horror, knew nothing about how human meals were made. For goodness sakes he drank blood and ate flesh! The eggs smelled good, so he assumed that meant they were done, with no thought about how you ought to cook the other side too. As it was you scarfed down the eggs with a glass of milk, kissed him goodbye, and ran off to school.

At first your day was fine, you were proud of yourself for making breakfast, so was everyone you told, and other than your breath tasting a bit funny when you burped you felt fine. But as the hours creeped by till lunch you found yourself feeling less and less great. Then finally at eleven you bolted off to the bathroom and vomitted all the eggs up, alongside whatever remenants of the midnight snack penny had snuck you last night was left in your stomach. When the teachers found you like that they cleaned you up and sent you home for the day with food poisoning. You weren’t able to enjoy it, however, as you spent most of the day bent over the toilet, either dry heaving or throwing up what litle food you had managed to keep down in between ‘sessions’.

But all the while Pennywise was by your side, keeping your hair out of your face, wiping your brow, and apologizing profusely for ‘his’ stupid mistake. 

“Penny, it’s my fault too, and neither of us knew any better, I don’t love you any less,” you were beginning to notice that Penny had changed a lot since you met him two years ago, back then he was really reserved, and though silly, had never worried or fussed over you like he was doing now, and you’re not sure when it had started.

Just like he wasn’t sure when you had gone from an intriguing distraction to someone he loved.

“I love you too sweetheart, and papa is gonna take care of you until you’re all better,” he murmured as he settled down behind you, pulling you into his lap as he wiped your face clean and stroking your sweat-soaked hair while you rested against his chest.

 It should have been a terrible day to remember, but looking back, it always made you smile. You had been miserable and upset, but Pennywise was with you, he was always with you, and because of him the day still had some good points.

You weren’t sure if it was the wetness on your face or the alarm blaring that snapped you out of your daydreaming. But you wiped the tears and scraped the egg out onto a plate and put the plate on the table, the man could get his own damn silverware. While Penny had been caring for you like a father, he was locked up in his room drinking himself into a stupor, when Penny left and you cried for days, he beat you for being so annoying. The only reason you hadn’t run away was that you had promised Pennywise that you would wait for him here in Derry.

But that didn’t mean you weren’t still actively looking for that ‘moment’ Pennywise had whispered to you about on that warm summer afternoon. You had imagined several times about moments that could come up that you could take, like slipping some sleeping meds into his beer when you got it for him, or salting his movie popcorn with cyanide. You had never gone through with it though, for the same reasons you had never run away. You were too young back then, they would send you away to some orphanage and you wouldn’t be here for when Pennywise returned!

So instead you endured, every beating, every insult, you just reminded yourself of your reason for being here, that soon Pennywise would wrap you up in his arms, wash your bruises, bandage you up, and take you back to the flower fields where your biggest problem was running out of room on penny’s body to put a daisy chain. 

But today wasn’t that day, and you didn’t want to stick around and deal ith your father when he woke up, so you were skipping breakfast for the day, lunch was only a few hours away anyways, and thankfully you were never short on funds thanks to your part time job. So off you went into the cold, cruel world, the winter wind biting at your face. You didn’t want to be going out today, let alone to school or work, but it was part of the ‘mask’ you put on day to day. It kept anyone from paying you any mind. But today it felt like one thing after another was ruining your motivation to even bother getting to the bus stop. As if sensing your resolve flickering life set one more pebble onto the scale of your motivtion.

You looked up to find yourself on the corner of Neibolt Street and the wave of nostalgia hit you so hard you almost stumbled. As a child this had been your favorite place in the world, penny would take you here all the time to this old house everyone seemed to avoid like the plague, you never quite understood why though, even now. Sure it was a little run down and creaky, but the furniture was comfy and the house big…….perfect for the games of hide and seek you and penny would play together. You hadn’t stepped foot in the house since the day he left, while some memories were pleasant, the amount of memories in that single location threatened to overwhelm and break what little resolve you had to keep going on.

But as you stood there in indecision you felt a rush of wind as the bus trundled past and now you either had to run to get to the bus stop in time….or just casually turn the corner and fake sick for a day. The choice was made before you had the presence of mind to mentally sigh at the later consequences, you just wanted a day, a day to feel him again, to drown in that familiar warmth, and after that day, you would face whatever consequinces arose, not that you had much of a choice now, the school bus had long since picked up its passengers and trundled away, even if you changed your mind last minute, you’d be late and owe explanations.

So down the road you went, in the cold winter snows the daisies you were so familliar with laid dead and buried, but even from here you could see the house standing tall on it’s hill, the planters stuffed full with snow. Even while you and the rest of Derry seemed to grow and change, the house seemed so timeless, and as you opened the door and the scent of, what should be disgusting, mold and mildew hit you it felt like coming home. You could feel the old foundation creak and settle as you stepped up to the porch and pressed your forehead to the door, a familliar knot working it’s way up from your stomach into your throat.

“Hey Penny, you haven’t come over for awhile, so I came to play with you today,” you stated to the empty air, yanking the door open and stepping inside before you could back out of your decision. No one would look for you here, You would be safe for the day from the people outside, you could just...drown in your memories.

 “Ready or not, here I come!”

The house at 29 Neibolt Street was larger than it looked on the outside. Strange echoes cascaded down the staircases and along the halls, allowing any loud enough noise to fill the entire house. Such was the case for your bubbling laughter, brushing through the and dissipating in dark corners like clean water soaked up by a dingy sponge. Your little footsteps thumped against the wooden floors as you ran down the hall in search of your friend. Behind you, the hard tick of a grandfather clock. In front of you, the kitchen, where the ghostly tracks you made in the blanket of dust and grime on the floor would carry your memory for months.

Rats scurried away from you from and in every direction as you flung open the low cupboards one by one, squeaking their offense at your invasion of their privacy. In a few short years, the thought of wading on your hands and knees through dust and mouse shit would disgust you. At the time, at six years old, you barely noticed. You wiped the offending substances off on your coat and carried on.

The fridge, long unplugged and left to corrode, caught your eye. A flutter gripped your heart as you took the first step towards it, the residual voices that filled the house grew from a whisper to a roar in your ears as you took the second. Your stomach flipped when your hand settled over the handle. You held your breath as you threw open the door to reveal…grimy shelves, empty except for the inconsequential carcass of a bug your young mind could not identify. You closed the door.

Making your way back through the hallway, you were drawn to a door you had never been through before. An unexplored part of his house – the perfect place to hide!

The door, once opened, revealed a staircase that descended down into the Earth. You took each step carefully, gripping the splintered railing on your left that was almost as tall as you were. The hollow, wooden stairs snarled beneath you as you placed one foot, then the other on each one.

The lack of light shining through the milky windows near the ceiling reminded you how late it was getting, but it was okay. Your parents always told you never to go out at night without an adult, but Pennywise was an adult.

At that point, there had been an Amber Alert out for you for an hour.

In the basement, your game of Hide-and-Seek was forgotten, as your attention was captured by the ring of stone in the center of the floor. You approached at a casual pace, and when you reached the well, you got up on your tippy-toes to peer down into it. You couldn’t even see the bottom!

“Hello?” you called down.

“Hello? Hello? Hello?” your voice echoed back.

Your scream echoed just as loudly as two large hands grabbed your shoulders, yanking you back and spinning you around. You found yourself facing a very stern looking Pennywise, who bent at the waist to come closer to your eye level.

“Be careful with that, Ellie,” he warned. “We wouldn’t want you to fall, now would we?”

You crossed your arms over your chest. “I wasn’t going to fall!” you insisted. “I was just looking.”

“Insolent child,” he growled. “Do you not trust me to know what’s best for you?”

You didn’t like it when he got angry. He always made you feel bad, when he was angry.

You dropped your arms. “I trust you.”

“Welllll then...” A smooth grin stretched his lips. “I guess you found me. Now, it’s your turn to hide.” He tapped your nose with the tip of his finger on the word ‘your.’

“Close your eyes! No peeking!” you commanded, grinning back.

Pennywise made a show of tilting back up to his full height and covering his eyes with his gloved hands. “Thirty, twenty-nine, twenty-eight, twenty-seven…”

You ran as fast as your little legs could take you back up the stairs, then up another set. You could hear him nearing the end of his countdown – you could hear him no matter where you were in the house – as you dashed down a hallway. Your feet barely touched the floor.

You found yourself in a room that was empty except for a forest green armchair. The very last rays of sunlight from the day glowed through a mostly boarded up window.

“Ready or not, here I come!”

You looked around frantically and smiled to yourself when you saw a closet door resting halfway open. You hurried inside and closed the door, filling your eyes with soft, inky black. You couldn’t see a single thing.

You settled yourself down on the floor and listened for your friend’s approach, noticing perhaps for the first time all year that it was beginning to get very cold. Your winter coat was hardly enough to protect you from the bite. The stuffiness of the closet, holding in your body heat, was welcome.

You felt around the closet and curled up in the corner, leaning your head against the wall, putting up the hood of your coat to use as padding. You could hear the soft jingling of bells as Pennywise moved about the house, muttering the occasional, “Oh my, where could she be?” That made you smile and giggle to yourself.

You loved him, but even more than that, you trusted him. You were sparing a passing thought to how much you loved him when your world shifted.

Pennywise was sitting in the green armchair, cradling you like a baby. You looked around, confused.

“I found you,” Pennywise giggled, “all curled up and asleep in the closet.”

“Oh,” you murmured, upset that you had fallen asleep during your game but too comfortable and sleepy to pay much mind to any of your emotions. You looked towards the door. “I’m tired. We should go home.”

Pennywise pouted. “This is home. This is my home. We’re having a sleepover.”

You looked towards the door again, and you thought of your parents. You hadn’t told them you would be out all night, or out at all.

“Ah,” Pennywise said, reading your mind, “but you’re with an adult.”

You were so tired, you just wanted to go to sleep.

“I will keep you safe.”

You felt safe.

“Don’t you trust me, Ellie?”

You trusted him.

“Okay,” you agreed, yawning. “But I want to go to sleep now.”

Pennywise smiled. “Go to sleep, then.”

You snuggled into him, and he gently petted your hair.

“You are beautiful,” he said.

His mouth didn’t move when he said it, and you thought that was weird, but you were just too tired. You let your eyes close. There had been an Amber Alert out for you for two and a half hours.

You didn’t remember walking to the living room, or curling up in the old armchair. But by the time the memory cleared from your mind you were there, nose buried in the mattress like the scent wasn’t disgusting, instead, it just felt like you were home, like penny had you curled up in his arms and was stroking you, keeping all your fears and worries at bay, because you felt safe with him. And even when he wasn’t here, his memories with you were so strong in this house that you felt as though he were here.

[damn-stark]

Dark hope ch.8

A/N- this one is a long one! I wanted to write more but it will have to wait. Hope you guys like it :)

Warning- swearing, violence, mentions of blood

Pairing- Kylo ren x reader

Tagged- @angelmarie823

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The thought of Kylo Ren setting you free after he took you captive invaded your mind. You for sure thought you were going to have to do it yourself but he let you go. The more you thought of it the more you felt a slight bit of happiness. He really wasn’t lost. But you knew that everyone else wouldn’t share the same feeling towards him or his actions.

You escaped the starkiller base and got on a stardestroyer. It did take some time to get one because you had some obstacles in the way and you weren’t trying to get locked up again. When you flew out of the base you saw what was going on. You froze and saw the first order shooting at the resistance crusisers. The litle bit of happiness you felt for Kylo ren disappeared. Your face turned into a scowl and you started shooting at the stardestroyers that crossed your path. You also needed to get inside that crusiser before you yourself got blown up.

Your hands immediatly went to work and tried to communicate the resistance cruiser. The other stardestroyers started to get idea that you weren’t a first order fighter and started shooting at you making it more difficult to try and contact the resistance cruiser. You swerved past a blast that was only inches from shooting your destroyer.

“Attention this is Y/N trying to communicate with the resistance cruisers does anyone hear me?!” You called in. You waited a few minutes for a response but got none. You continued flying and spinning trying to avoid being blown up. “Black Leader if you’re listening this Y/N I need to land please don’t shoot!” You called in again but you were answered with silence. “Resistance cruiser please come in! This is Y/N I’m—”

“Y/N?!” You finally heard someone say. You immediatly pressed the button relieved to hear someone’s voice.

“YES! I need to land! Don’t shoot me! I’m the only one shooting at the other stardestroyers I need to land!” You shouted. You flew under three stardestroyers and instantly felt a chill. It made you lose your focus for a bit until you shook it off and saw what happened. They shot at the resistance cruiser. You covered your mouth with your hand at the sight of people being blown to space.

“Y/N?! You there!” You heard Finn say. Your eyes got watery and you got that chill again. Your focus then seemed to be on something else or rather someone else. It was Kylo. The chill you got was from Kylo. You flew onto the blown up part of the cruiser. You put on a helmet and as you were getting off you saw something float past you. When you got a better view you saw that it was General Organa. You made your way to her and the door. When it was opened they immediatly got to help her. You watched as they took her and checked her. You couldn’t help but feel guilty as you saw her laying there unconscious.

If only you were faster or atleast had ignored that chill and blown up the stardestroyers. Even if Kylo was on one of them. You should’ve ignored the chill you got from him. He wasn’t going to change why have hope for someone like that. Why save him.... you jumped a little as you felt someone grab onto your shoulder. You turned your attention away from General organa and turned to see Finn. A smile appeared on your face as you took your helmet off and went to hug him. You were happy to see him. Alive and well especially after you had last seen him. You really were happy but you just weren’t fully there. Your smile was more feigned.

“You’re okay.” You said as you held onto him tighter.

“So are you.” You heard him say. You pulled apart from him and went to hug Poe. You held tightly onto him too. Maybe he got the feeling of how you were feeling because he tightened his embrace on you. Maybe this is what you needed a hug from your best friend. Tears then began to flood out at the feeling of his hug. You got reminded of the previous events. Han dying, Snokes words on your family and now this. You buried your head onto the crook of his neck while he held onto you, his hand rubbing your back in comfort.

“I’m so sorry Y/N.” He whispered. 

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After much needed rest and a new change of clothes you felt somewhat better but you still felt sad and mad. The mixed feelings about Kylo, you wanted to hate him you really did. But you couldn’t. He was the cause for Hans death and the attack on the resistance ships. The attack that killed many and left many injured one of them being his own mother. But not like he cared because he was one of them that blasted the ship. You blamed yourself, If only you had been fast enough and ignored your feelings. You could’ve saved many.

“Y/N!” You heard Finn shout. You turned your attention to him. He looked to be in a rush as he ran over to you. You turned to face him as he came to you.

“Finn is everything alright?” You questioned starting to feel worried. He stopped in front of you and took a moment to catch his breath.

“Come with me.” He said causing you to get confused. You crossed your arms over your chest and raised an eyebrow. “I’m leaving to go to a safer place. So when Rey gets back she can be safe.” He said making you step back.

In all this mess you didn’t even notice Rey was gone. So lost in your own head  you had forgotten about your friend. You had an idea where she was you didn’t need to ask him. She was with Luke skywalker. Somewhere where you needed to be as well.

“Finn what do you mean? Where?” You questioned looking up at him. He grabbed onto both of your shoulders.

“We’re going somewhere safer, somewhere away from here.” He explained. You couldn’t find anything to say. The plan didn’t sound bad getting away from here to go somewhere safer. Somewhere away from the problems here but.... you couldn’t. It wasn’t the right thing. You needed to help the resistance and go to Luke so he could help you with your much needed training.

You looked down at your feet and then up to Finn again. You placed your hands on his cheeks. “Finn... I can’t. I cant leave now... I have to help here and go with Rey. I need to start my training I need to become a stronger fighter so this won’t happen again.” You explained and you saw that his shoulders dropped and he looked disappointed. “But I won’t stop you if you want to leave.” What you had just said shocked you. Letting him go. Before you were upset that he was leaving and now hearing him say the same thing didn’t affect you like it did before.

“I’m doing this for you too then... so you have a safe place to go.” He said with a small smile. You smiled back and then his lips crashing onto yours surprised you. The kiss didn’t last long before he turned to leave. You stood there shocked on what he had just done. You would’ve thought that the kiss would’ve made you happy and warm inside but you didn’t feel that way. In fact it felt you feeling more conflicted.

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To get your mind off of what had just happened you left and found yourself in the same room General organa was. The sight of her made you feel worse and think that maybe it wasn’t the best idea to be here. You felt the guilt after not being to be help her. You grabbed a chair and sat by her bed. You took deep breath and in a low whisper you spoke to her.

“You mostly likely can’t hear me now but its me Y/N. The girl that was rambling and couldn't stop talking when I met you. Also the girl that was part of...Hans crew..... I don’t really know why I’m here but maybe it’s because I want to say sorry.... all this could’ve been avoided. You here I mean. All those people dying.” You say as you took a deep breath and a pause. “I wasn’t fast enough... I was also distracted by this stupid feeling.” You took another pause and looked over your shoulder at C3PO who was busy doing whatever he was doing. You looked down at your hands and thought of what you were going to say next.

“The feeling towards Ben...... I can’t hate him... I don’t know why but I can’t.... Maybe it’s cause I have hope he can come back I shouldn’t but I do.... he let me go so maybe that’s a reason why. But maybe after what he did, attacking the cruisers I shouldn’t have hope but I still do... he was the reason I got distracted and I’m sorry.” You said to her quietly. You were going to say more but you didn’t instead you stood up a quickly left the room. You rushed to your room and closed the door behind you.

You paced around the room trying to calm yourself down. After what you had just said it all made you angry. At yourself. Angry at yourself because you can’t hate this Man who has done so much harm. You want too you try to but you can’t. Even after all you still have hope he’ll come back.

You ran your hands through your hair frustrated at yourself. You felt warm angry tears roll down your cheeks.

“You’re not supposed to feel this way.” You said to yourself as you wiped your tears off your cheeks. You went to look in the mirror you had and tried to clean your face. But the tears kept flowing. ‘Just ignore and forget everything you’ve seen about him in your dreams and now.’ You thought to yourself. ‘You’re just confused’ you kept taking deep breaths but it didn’t seem to calm you down. You took another look at yourself in the mirror and got even angrier at what you saw. Yourself crying over something so stupid! Out of anger you then hit the mirror with both of your fist breaking it into millions of pieces.

You fell to the floor and felt the pain rush to your now bleeding hands. You felt pain on your cheek and when you went to touch it you felt blood running down it. You looked then at your hands and saw glass shards sticking out from them. You removed the shards and picked yourself up to clean your new wounds. It had seemed that the outburst calmed you down somewhat. And now you were going to have to explain what happened your new cut on your cheek and your hands. When you stepped out from the bathroom you instantly felt something weird.

It was that chill again. You felt a force. You swallowed thickly and when you looked over you saw Kylo Ren. It had seemed that he was as suprisded as you were because he stopped what he was doing. At the sight of him you felt mad all over again.

“How are you doing this? Why are you doing this?” You asked as you walked closer to him. You could see where he was clearly like if you were there too. He got up from his seat and walked over to you.

“It’s not me.. this is something else.” He said. “Can you see my surroundings? I can see yours.” He said to you and you stayed quiet. You crossed your arms over your chest.

“Can you stop this?” You asked not wanting to look at him.

“No I’m not doing this.” He said again. You felt him look at your still red cut on your cheek, you knew he saw the glass on the ground but he asked nothing about it. “Im shocked you haven’t said any witty comments.” He said but still tried to ignore him. Because you knew if you faced him you would go off on him. “You’re angry.”

You swiftly turned your head to face him and felt a scowl on your face. “Angry? I’m furious! after what you did!”

“It had to be done.” He bluntly answered only pissing you off more.

“No! you were just angry after what your dear leader told you! You killed hundreds of people!” You shouted to him letting your anger out. Even if you were yelling at him he remained calm but couldn’t meet your eye. “Your mother is alive by the way. She’s unconscious but she’s fine.” You said to him but even after the revelation he remained quiet still not meeting your eye not until you said something you never thought you would say to him. “You know what’s the worst thing... the worst thing is I can’t hate you.”

You take a deep breath and look away before looking at him again. “Even after all you’ve done. Kill Han, and try to kill all my friends and kill me—”

“I haven’t tried t—”

“Please don’t... and now this attack on the crusisers. I should blame you for everything but it seems that I blame myself.... I try to hate you and blame you but I can’t.... I blame myself for being weak and not being fast enough to save everyone.” You confess as you look down at your hands that you placed at your sides.

“You don’t have to be weak. I can teach you to be stronger, teach you the ways of the force I can help you.” He said and you looked up at him. You were really thinking of his offer it was tempting.

“No. That’s why I’m going to go look for Luke skywalker.” You said to him and he looked at you intently. He looked angry at the mention of his name.

“He’ll only disappoint you. When he sees what you’re capable of, your power he’ll only turn you away and try to get rid of you like he did me.” He said in a harsh tone. At the words he said you felt your face soften and started to feel bad for what he had revealed. His own master trying to kill you all because of the power he had. And what was worst was that Luke was his uncle. “That’s why I can help you..I’m not afraid of you or the power you have.” He said and what you didn’t see was the way he had the feeling to grab your hand. He inched towards it. “Let me help you...” You watched him carefully and as you were about to say something you heard a knock on your door. Both of your heads turned towards the door and he pulled his hand away.

“Hey Y/N get out here now! We need to talk.” You heard Finn say. His voice surprised you because he was meant to be gone.

“I’ll be out in a minute let me just get something!” You shouted nervously and as you looked back to where Kylo was he was gone.

You walked over to the door and had one last look to where he was standing before he had disappeared. Was he right? Would Luke want to get rid of you because your power? And if he found about your bloodline? ...Kylos offer sounded tempting, it shouldn’t have but it did but you knew that it was the wrong thing. You couldn’t join the dark side as much as it called to you.

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[fertileimaginationvault]

Martha’s Day - Superbat DCEU series

Hello my fellow Superbat shippers! I hope you’re all doing alright.

 It's my first attempt at writing something about Superbat and I sincerely hope to be doing it right  and that you like it, of course.

I have plans to do a series of Superbat fanfictions, and this is the first post (I don’t know how many I’ll post, it will depend on the ideas that pop up in my head). I just want to warn you that the order of events is going to be a bit off (again, it's my head's fault that I have ideas out of the right order). I'll be happy to clear up any questions you may have about it. But first, let me establish a few things:

The "chapter” that I am posting today obviously happens on Mother's Day, almost two years after the events of the Justice League (2017).

Clark and Bruce have finally become friends, but they hide their true feelings for each other because they are afraid of ruining their friendship (it reads: because they are dumb).

I really like the idea of ​​the Wayne Mansion being rebuilt to become the Justice League headquarters, so I incorporated it into the story. Which means the league members will also appear.

What I wanted to see most about DCEU is the bat-kids, and they'll appear more on future posts because I love seeing Bruce being a dad, and I'd love to see them interacting with Clark.

I’ll give you more details about their relationship and what happened after the Justice League in the next post but I have not finished editing yet (the chapter is still too long and I'm still thinking whether to divide it into two parts or not).

I would like to apologize in advance for possible errors. English is not my first language.

I would also like to thank the kind people who encouraged me to post this. I've loved these characters since I was a child, and I was really excited about writing something about them, even though it’s fanfiction. And although today’s post is a litle sad, I hope you guys like it.

This “chapter” is dedicated to all who have lost their mothers and have a hard time during Mother’s Day and every day that their absence is felt the most (myself included). i’m sending my love to you all.

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It didn’t matter how many times Bruce had walked the path between the Manor and the Wayne family mausoleum, it always felt as if he was dragging chains along with him. It didn’t matter how many years had passed, it still felt the same, the pain piercing through his soul and the darkness clutching it. He stared at his parents’ crypts in silence holding the bouquet of white roses strong enough to feel the thorns entering his fingers and palm, through the wrapping paper around it, but he didn’t care. That was nothing compared to what Bruce went through for the last twenty years. He takes a deep breath, closing his eyes for a few seconds and opening them again, still unease. He thinks if he should say something as he used to do when he was younger, when he still dared to ask if his parents would be proud of him, of what he was doing in their memory.

Bruce didn’t know anymore, neither if they would or if he has even the right to ask. Specially on this particular day... He wondered if he could cry even after all this time, but the tears were stuck somewhere inside of him just like the rest of his emotions and everything else that resembled the faintest evidence of weakness. He stayed there, silent, holding the bouquet of white roses, still thinking if he should put them in the vase hanging on the marble wall beside his mother’s crypt or not.

He couldn’t say how long he had stayed there, and again, he didn’t care. He doesn’t even flinch either when realizes he’s not alone. Someone was outside. Bruce could see them through the crack of one of the heavy iron doors of the mausoleum that was ajar, conflicting about getting in or just staying in the private graveyard outside.

“You can come in, Clark” he managed to say, his voice sounding hoarse but not as annoyed as he liked to be. That always happened when Clark was around, he could never truly push him away.

“I’m sorry, I-I didn’t want to disturb you” Clark walked in, voice low, taking each step carefully, almost ritualistic as if his existence in that place was disrespectful by itself. He stopped beside Bruce.

“I thought you were in Smallville for the day.” Bruce didn’t care to look at him, his dark eyes still lingering on his mother’s name printed in bronze on the marble surface of her crypt.

“I was,” Clark answered, looking at Bruce, examining his friend dressed in a three piece suit as if he was ready for a board meeting or a dinner at The Plaza. Clark knew the reason for Bruce being so well dressed and the knowledge of it made his heart clench, “I spent the day with Ma, actually. I just came back to the Manor.”

Bruce glanced around, realizing the deeming of the sunlight inside the mausoleum. The sun was setting behind the trees and the figure of Saint Michael in the stained glass could hardly be seen, finally giving him notion of time.

“Bruce,” Clark started, also struck by realization, “how long have you been here?”

“I don’t know... A few hours, maybe...” Bruce let it out in whisper, even though knowing Clark would hear, “I just woke up and came here to…”

Clark waited for Bruce to finish his sentence but he never did. He just stayed there beside the other man, making company to his silence. He knew how hard that was to Bruce, specially considering what day it was. Clark knew how that felt, how certain dates could be more difficult to “celebrate” than the others. Birthdays, holidays, always making it hurt a little more that the usual. Bruce didn’t need to finish explaining why he was there, Clark already knew. But he would still wait as much as necessary for Bruce to finally find his strength to say anything at all. He wouldn’t move an inch away from his friend.

“I’m not a child anymore,” Bruce finally managed to say, breaking their silence.

“I know.” Clark nodded, still waiting for his conclusion.

“It’s has been more than thirty years,” he continues.

“I know.” Clark is still nodding without saying more, giving Bruce all the space he needs to keep going.

“I’ve been keeping my promise, I’ve been taking care of Gotham... I’ve been trying to help as many people as I can… I- I’ve built a family of my own now... And yet I don’t understand…”

Clark stares at Bruce to find him staring back, his brown eyes glistening with the presence of tears that would be hidden in any minute, only Clark being able to see. Clark remains silent, giving Bruce all the time he needs, fighting the urge to hold the other man in his arms. He knew it wouldn’t be welcomed, so he stayed where he was, patiently waiting for Bruce to let the words out once and for all.

“I don’t understand… why does it still hurts?” Bruce closed his hands into fists, letting the thorns of the white roses sink into his fingers and palm again, hanging his head down. He starts to take deep breaths in an attempt to subside the feeling of anger and helplessness coming over him.

Clark wanted more than anything to hug Bruce at the moment, to take him away from that mausoleum, from all that pain and suffering he had to face throughout the years. However, Clark knew he wasn’t allowed to do so. Bruce wasn’t like Clark, who liked being touched when experiencing an emotional breakdown, the warmth of physical contact always bringing him peace. Bruce, on the other hand, always kept his distance even when he needed to be touched, to be held in someone’s arms. Clark wished he could change that about Bruce but he couldn’t. So he stays by Bruce’s side, listening to everything his friend has to say.

“People always say it gets better with time,” Bruce finally manages to speak, however, his voice was shaken, trying to get the words out before he would burst into tears, “That time heals everything. That it hurts less after a while…” he shakes his head, “It has been more than a while, Clark... Why does it still hurts like it was yesterday?”

“Because you love them,” Clark said without thinking twice, his voice heavy with understanding. He had himself a grave to visit, a wound that would never properly heal. That would always hurt the same even after all those years.

“Because they shouldn’t have gone so soon” Clark continued, worried if he was saying that more to himself than to Bruce, “Because you miss them and wish they were here to see you become the man you were supposed to be; because you wish they were here to see that you’re a father now. To see your children, the family you built on your own.” Clark now was staring at the ground, unable to look at Bruce, only letting the words find their way out of his mouth. He hoped he wasn’t trespassing by saying them. He swallowed before facing Bruce again, waiting for his reaction. “That’s not the kind of wound that fades away. It’s the kind we learn to live with.”

Bruce took his eyes from Clark to his parents’ crypts again, processing Clark’s words as if suddenly everything made sense. And he knew it did. If there was something Bruce knew very well was that losing a parent (or both of them) and losing a child were the worst things a person could go through. He would never stop hurting from it. He would never fill the hole left in his soul by their absence. That was a fact he would have to accept. A wound he should have known how to live with.

“I wish I could have done something…” Bruce whispered, once again feeling helpless and angry.

“I know.” Clark nodded, still waiting to hear more.

“I would have stopped it if I could.”

“I know.”

Bruce breathed deeply once again, trying to keep himself steady.

“There is so much I wish I could have told her… None of our conversations seemed to be enough…” He took another deep breath to finish his sentence, “when she was gone.”

“You can do it, now” Clark tilted his head to the marble wall with the crypts of the members of the Wayne family, “If you still want to.”

Bruce raised a brow to him, then letting out a sigh.

“She’s not here, Clark” he muttered, “There’s nothing left of her anymore…”

“Maybe not,” Clark agreed with him, “or maybe she is listening from somewhere else,” he tilted his head back as if looking through the ceiling to the night sky beginning to show, and maybe he was, “I always talk to Pa when I visit him.”

“And you believe he’s somewhere else listening to you?” Bruce did his best not to sound sardonic, but he couldn’t help it. Gone was the time when he still believed in such things.

“Bruce, I’m an alien who flies and shoots lasers from the eyes. I died and came back to life,” Clark replied narrowing his eyes in annoyance, “I don’t think I have the luxury of being skeptical about anything else.”

“Fair enough.” Bruce conceded.

“Look, I know Pa is not physically there when I talk to him, and that he can’t actually reply anything I say but…” Clark paused for a couple of seconds, then looking right at Bruce who was watching him curious, “You don’t do it to hear their answers right away, you do it because it brings you comfort. Because while you talk, you’ll be seeing things and even yourself through their eyes. The answers will come, eventually. It might take a while but they always do.”

Bruce was silent, once again processing Clark’s words. He looked down at his hand holding the bouquet of white roses, seeing the blood stains in the wrapping paper, hoping Clark didn’t.

“I wouldn’t know where to start.”

“Do you mind if I talk to her?” Clark asked Bruce with a warm smile but still tentative, trying once again not to trespass any of his boundaries.

“Do you want to talk to my mother’s grave?” Of course he wants, Bruce thought, of course Clark would talk to his dead mother just to make him feel better because that’s what Clark Kent does.

“You think she won’t like me?” although Clark’s smile was present, Bruce noticed the concern in his voice and couldn’t help but feeling amused by it and by the way Clark said “she won’t like me” instead of “she wouldn’t”. That was Clark Kent ladies and gentlemen, easily going through the barriers Bruce constantly tried to build between them, being the kindest person possible to exist in this earth, even in a moment like that. Specially in a moment like that.

“No,” he managed to say, while trying to keep his heart and mind steady before Clark’s inquiring gaze, “I think it would be quite the opposite.”

Seeing Clark’s grin widen with that response surely made Bruce feel warmer inside, even though he wasn’t hoping to feel nothing of the sort that day in particular.

“So, it’s best to give her the gift you just brought, what do you think?” Clark gestured to the bouquet on Bruce’s hand.

Bruce blinked at him, raising his hand with the bouquet at the level of his chest.

“Bruce…” Clark examined the blood stains on the wrapping paper around the bouquet only with his vision. He didn’t dare to touch Bruce yet. He wouldn’t do anything without his permission. Even if all he wanted was to touch Bruce’s bruised hand in an attempt to make all of that pain go away.

“I came here to put some flowers in the vase for her...” Bruce said, finally finishing what he started to explain minutes ago but failed, “She always liked white roses.”

“Can I?” Clark reached his hands for the bouquet, again, waiting for Bruce’s permission.

“Y-yes.” Bruce handed the bouquet to Clark as if it was a burden he couldn’t stand carrying anymore. His brown eyes, pleading against Clark’s blue gemstones that stared at him so understanding when taking the flowers from his hands.

Clark carefully took off the bloodstained wrapping paper, holding the roses with his bare hands. Their thorns would hurt his skin anyway. He deposited the flowers in the vase hanging on the marble wall and began arranging them as in an ornamental vase. Clark has done that many times so his mother wouldn’t hurt herself when they have to replace the flowers on his father’s grave. He wondered how many times Bruce have done this alone for the past thirty years and wished he was there to keep him from hurting his hands too.

Bruce did nothing but stare at Clark carefully arranging the flowers in the vase beside his mother’s crypt, as if it was a ritual. He usually doesn’t let anyone join him when visiting his parents, specially in dates like this, except for Alfred who rarely comes along to keep him company. However, at that moment he was glad for having Clark there beside him.

“Done. They look beautiful this way.” Clark said, looking satisfied with his work, then placing himself beside Bruce again and turning to the face Martha Wayne’s crypt ornate with the white roses. He gives a step forward and clears his throat, “Hm… Hello Mr and Mrs Wayne, I’m Clark Kent, I’m a friend of your son’s” he started, fidgeting a little before continuing, Bruce couldn’t believe he was nervous for talking to his dead parents who couldn’t even listen to him.

“I know, he never brought none of his friends here and it probably made you think that he doesn’t have any friends but... he has me” Clark turned his eyes to Bruce, smiling, then turning to the marble crypt again, “Well, not just me, he has more friends. He has the kids and Alfred… Oh, and Ma… my mother, I mean” he was rubbing the back of his neck, like really having a conversation with the Waynes. Bruce couldn’t help but letting his lips curve in a little smirk with the sight, “It’s interesting that you two share the same name... I truly believe you’d get along very welI, considering what your sons’ job is. Even though I don’t think sharing our baby pictures would do good for our reputations...” Clark chuckled at the thought.

“Anyway, Mrs Wayne, I just wanted to wish you a happy mother’s day. I assure you that Bruce is being taken care of, specially by Alfred and Ma. I swear, someday I’ll get home and find that she replaced me with him as her son, really.” he grinned at Bruce who was still staring at him filled with amusement, “She loves him very much. We all do.” Clark found himself smiling saying those words, without worrying about what Bruce would think of them. Bruce need to hear, even if they were disguised. Even if that was everything Clark could do at the moment to let his feelings show.

“And I also wanted to thank you.” He cleared his throat, turning his attention to the marble crypt, “I’m sure Bruce wouldn’t be the person he is today if it weren’t for having an amazing mother by example. He’s a good man, a good father and a good friend. He is the kind of person who always thinks of others before himself and is always trying to make other people’s lives better. I believe he got this qualities from you and from Mr Wayne as well. And, of course, from Alfred. I hope to talk to you again soon, I promise to come visit often… if Bruce allows me. I hope you’re having a great mother’s day wherever you may be listening to us.”

Clark took the step back to Bruce’s side, still not sure if his efforts have borne some fruit until turning his gaze to the other man. Clark startled at the tears streaming from Bruce’s eyes and set himself even closer to him, still not sure if he would be allowed to touch Bruce but letting their shoulders touch, giving something for Bruce to lean on if he needed.

They stayed like that for a few seconds without saying a word. Bruce taking deep breaths while the tears kept streaming down his face. A silent sob, repressed even, but still better than not feeling anything at all. Clark murmured, asking if he was okay, and Bruce nodded in response, wiping his face before looking at him.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve done this. Talk to them.” Bruce’s voice sound weak through the tears.

“I’ll leave you alone so you can talk to them” Clark said, softly as if he was talking to a child, before turning his way to the mausoleum door.

“Thank you.” Bruce said, holding Clark’s hand so he would turn back.

Clark stopped on his feet and turned to look at Bruce, surprised by his gesture but glad at the same time.

“I’ll be waiting outside if you need me,” he smiled again, squeezing Bruce’s hand before letting go, feeling his own strangely cold afterwards, “Bye Mrs Wayne. Bye, Mr Wayne.”

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Clark stayed in the private graveyard inside the Wayne Estate, waiting. He didn’t dare to eavesdrop Bruce’s conversation with his parents, so he took a walk between the gravestones outside, near the great Wayne mausoleum. Clark knew how hard this day must be to Bruce. Father’s day was never a pleasant day to him as well, and if he had lost Ma too, Clark definitely would be as hurt as Bruce was at the moment. Clark was grateful for having his mother around. He knew Bruce had Alfred too and knowing that was enough to hope at least the old butler could cross Bruce’s boundaries without being pushed away like the others.

Bruce had so many walls around his heart, sometimes Clark wondered how could he even breath. Clark was hopeful to someday break one by one until there was only him and Bruce, with nothing in between. He just couldn’t see that happening any soon. However, at least that moment represented a improvement in their relationship. Clark knew that being allowed by Bruce’s side in such vulnerable moment was a big deal. He knew what meant to be allowed inside Bruce’s family mausoleum, what meant for Bruce to share his grief with Clark like that. He was glad to be there, to be by his side, and would stay there until Bruce decided he didn’t need him anymore. Since it was everything he was allowed to do.

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Minutes later, he saw Bruce coming out from the mausoleum, closing the heavy iron doors behind him. Clark paced towards him, so they could walk back to the Manor.

They walked in silence for a while taking in the sight of the lights of the Wayne Manor. The Boys and Steph were there waiting for them. Barry was there too. Clark could see them gathered in the media room, arguing about what movie they should watch on Netflix this time. Alfred was in the kitchen preparing them snacks.

“Feeling better?” Clark turned his eyes to examine Bruce.

“Yes.” Bruce’s voice was hoarse due to how much he cried, but he still wasn’t willing to show it. His head hanged low, facing the ground as they walked away from the private graveyard.

“It always works.” Clark said in return, bumping his shoulders on Bruce's..

They kept walking in silence across the garden. They were halfway through the trail of gravel past the main fountain in the middle of the garden when Bruce stopped walking.

“About what you said…” Bruce managed to speak, finally lifting his head to face Clark.

“You mean, about visiting your parents?” Clark turned to face Bruce, concerned about having trespassed.

“You don’t have to-” Bruce tried to say, to thank Clark for his kindness when Clark interrupted him.

“I know. But like I said, I already promised to Mrs Wayne I would, so…” Clark shrugged, trying to assure Bruce that’s okay, that he didn’t need to do that alone. Not anymore.

“Clark…” Bruce tried again but Clark stepped even closer, taking Bruce’s hand with his own.

“Bruce, if you want company whenever you visit your parents, I'll be more than happy to be by your side,” he squeezed Bruce’s hand as the words left his mouth, as if trying to tell him something more. Really telling something more and praying Bruce would understand, “But I’ll do it only if you allow me.”

“Thank you, again.” Bruce ran his hand to hold closer into Clark’s in response. Maybe he did understand.

“Don’t mention it.” Clark’s grin made Bruce feel warmer inside for the second time that day.

They stayed in each other’s eyes, talking without saying a word. Clark didn’t care if he was letting his true feelings show at the moment, Bruce had to know he wasn’t alone. He would always be there, ready to hold Bruce’s hand when he needed.

Bruce tried to keep his heart steady, hoping Clark wouldn’t listen how it quickened when their hands touched but at the same time hoping he had. Clark was staring at him with such loving eyes, being so careful since they were in the mausoleum… He only wanted to be worthy of all of this.

“The kids must be home.” Bruce finally broke their gaze, turning to the windows of the Manor.

“They are.” Clark did the same, clearing his throat, “Barry is there too.”

“Of course…” Bruce mused about what that meant. Of course Barry was at the Manor too. He wasn’t the only one there who lost his mother. Barry and his children also knew the weight of a day like this.

“They told me where you were” Clark explained, “Dick said, I’m quoting this by the way, ‘Today is the day when all the orphans who live in this house should be gathered in a giant sofa, eating junk and watching movies’ and I think he’s right, though.”

“Are you staying tonight?” Bruce asked, wondering if he sounded too eager for Clark’s response.

“Sure.” Clark shrugged, trying to sound casual, but happy being allowed to stay “I mean, if you want to...”

“I do.” Bruce let his mouth form a little smile, only for Clark to see.

“Good.” Clark beamed at him, “They wouldn’t let me skip a movie night anyway.”

Bruce chuckled briefly, letting himself be embraced by the sound of Clark's laugh, feeling his heart lighter. It was always like this when Clark was around.

They started to walk again. They were still holding hands.

“Bruce?” Clark called as they got near the entrance.

“Yes?”

“Ma asked me to tell you next year she wants you, the kids and Alfred in the farm for a Mother’s Day lunch. And that’s not up for debate.”

“I’ll see what I can do.” Bruce nodded.

“No, Bruce. That’s. Not. Up. For. Debate.” Clark said, looking genuinely worried, “You don’t know how much I had to hear from her because I showed up today without you. You’re going next year and this year’s Thanksgiving too. I don’t want to have to show up there without you again and she suddenly decides I don’t get to eat the turkey.”

“Alright,” Bruce conceded, amused by the nearly terror in Clark’s eyes, “We’ll be there.”

“I swear to God, sometimes I think Ma loves you more than she loves me.” He pouted, faking annoyance .

“I strongly believe the fact that I’m her favorite person might get you jealous.” Bruce said a little smug for seeing Clark pouting.

They passed through the door. Their hands still entwined. None of them in a hurry to let go.

“Nah.” Clark chuckled, rubbing the back of his head, and turning to give Bruce one of his heart stopping smiles, “Actually, I’m glad she likes you.”

For the first time that day, Bruce allowed himself to truly smile when said, “Me too.”

[something-tofightfor]

Just a Place - Part 2

Pairing: Ryan Brenner x Reader

Word Count: 5100

Rating: M (language)

Summary: Your trip to New York City entails a lot of fun - and a little pushback from one of Ryan’s best friends... 

** You will not understand a darn thing in this if you haven’t read “Neon Lights”, which can be found on my masterlist page **

Author’s Note: This is not at all what I expected from this part, and it got  a litle out of hand... but part 3 will be the part I have been itching to write since the first time I watched Jackie and Ryan. 

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POV: Ryan

 “What do you mean?” He’d frowned at Georgie, who was staring down at your dad’s guitar before glancing over at you, hoping that you hadn’t heard the remark. “This one’s not mine, I just brought it with me because I restrung it and want to break the strings in.” He shook his head, narrowing his eyes. “My guitar is back in Pennsylvania, Georgie, this one’s hers.” He looked back at you, noticing the tight lipped expression on your face and stood, leaving the guitar in the case and stepping over to you, reaching out to touch your face before leaning in and putting his lips next to your ear. She heard. Shit. “Sorry about him.” You shook your head before finally smiling at Ryan, letting him know that you were going to take pictures throughout the park while he sat down with his friends and played. “Alright. Take your time, OK?” You nodded and Ryan reached down, squeezing your hand once before watching as you walked away, camera held tightly in one hand.

 He turned back to Georgie, Matt and Jack, licking his lips as his hands closed around the neck of the guitar. “You gonna tell us about her, Ryan?” Georgie spoke again, the edge still apparent in his voice, and Ryan looked up at him, thinking about what to say. What does he want to know? What… “She came with you? You’ve never introduced any of us to your friends before, Ryan. Is this one special?” Very. Ryan took a deep breath, rolling his neck and shaking his shoulders out.

 “Yeah, she is. We’re… we found each other after months, and this one’s different, Georgie.” Ryan began strumming the guitar, adjusting the tuning slightly as he spoke. “She’s had a rough couple of years, and this whole thing is different, you know? I can’t explain it, but it’s like…” He trailed off, eyes searching in the direction that you’d walked off in, but Ryan couldn’t see you. “She makes me happy.” He shrugged his shoulders, nodding his head - more for himself than for any of this friends. “We gonna play or what?” Matthew laughed and Jack agreed, but Georgie stared at Ryan for long seconds, a slight frown on his face. “Can’t exactly record if we’re rusty, am I right?” Without another word,  Georgie looked away, taking a breath - and then the three other men began playing. After a few moments, Ryan joined in, immediately recognizing the song.

 After nearly an hour of playing, the four of them had fallen back into a rhythm, and Ryan was enjoying himself, the warm summer air and fading sunlight hitting his skin as he strummed, singing for the people that walked by. Some of them stopped, tapping their toes and nodding their heads before dropping tips - and a few phone numbers - into the guitar case and heading off, others simply walked by, offering smiles to the men as they went about their day. Ryan glanced around the park as they played, taking stock of his surroundings and even though he was enjoying the feeling of his fingers against the strings, the way the guitar felt against his thighs, he wasn’t playing with the same fervor that he had previously. Ryan engaged in conversations with the people that stopped to speak to them, grinning and running a hand through his hair as the group laughed together, but something was off. This is weird. This is… why does it feel like this?

 After a while, Ryan noticed that you had wandered back and were taking pictures of the four of them from a distance, not trying to be intrusive. “Hey.” He yelled over to you, waving with one arm. “C’mon, I’m going to play one of your favorites.” You smiled, making your way over to where they stood and Ryan turned to the other men. “You wanna record something good tomorrow?” They all nodded, looking at him with interest. “I’ve been workin’ on this one for a long time, maybe we can lay this one down.” He started playing, closing his eyes and getting lost in the song - and about halfway through, when Georgie and the others had joined in, Ryan realized what had been off: he was unhappy playing simplified covers of old folk songs. Yeah, they might be what people know, but it’s not what I want. He opened his eyes at the end of the song, immediately seeing that you were beaming at him, and Ryan felt his heart swell. I can make my own music. I can make my own way. He took a breath and looked back at the guys, who were all talking excitedly, asking questions about the song itself, the arrangement and if Ryan had any ideas for them.

 You settled down onto the bench of the table next to them, scrolling through your camera and though Ryan was invested in the conversation, he kept half an eye on you, but you were absorbed in your own task, and after a while, he allowed himself to focus on his friends. Gotta go out with a bang, right? They played for a while longer, trying to figure out the best ways to incorporate all of them into Ryan’s song, and when that was done, they played a few more covers, a few more originals, and then Ryan watched as Georgie began flexing his fingers, shaking his head.

 “That’s gotta be enough for the night, right Ryan?” Ryan nodded, licking his lips and running a hand against his beard. “We record at noon tomorrow, I’ll text you the address. It’ll be good practice for the show on Friday night.” Ryan straightened up again before carefully handing the guitar off to you, your fingers lovingly stroking the neck as he leaned down to collect the money that was in the case. “What are you doing?” Georgie’s voice was quiet but surprised as Ryan handed him the bills and coins along with the folded bits of paper while shrugging his shoulders.

 “I’m good, you guys did all the work. And I won’t be using any of those numbers, so...” He leaned over, taking the guitar back from you and winking before he leaned down to put it back into the case. “Besides, you got us the studio time. You guys keep it.” Ryan thought of his bank account, the debit card in his wallet, the few thousand dollars that he’d managed to save during the months in St. Louis, and was surprised at how content he felt. It’s not much, but it’s mine. The four of them talked for a few more minutes and then you cut in, scooting over to sit next to Ryan, his arm going around your shoulders as his hand fell against the top of your arm.

 “Can I buy you guys dinner?” You spoke quietly, looking at each of them in turn. You don’t need to do that. “I’d love to get to know all of you better, and it’s the least I can do since you guys haven’t seen each other in a while.” Matthew and Jack agreed almost immediately, but Georgie was silent for longer, looking at you with interest. “You guys pick, whatever you want.” The man finally nodded and Ryan felt himself relax, some of the tension leaving his shoulders. I’m not sure what his problem is, but…

 As a group, you stood, Jack and Matthew talking about a Mexican barbecue place that they’d passed on their way to the park - and that’s where you’d ended up. The place was cozy, and Ryan watched as you easily fell into conversation with Matthew and Jack, ordering a bunch of different appetizers and drinks for the table almost as soon as you’d sat down. She fits right in here, with them. The three of you talked and joked together, going through multiple bowls of chips and salsa while Ryan and Georgie caught up, the younger man filling Ryan in on what he’d been up to and what he was looking forward to; plans that included heading back west after New York, meeting up with the people he knew in Chicago before heading to Texas for a while. “Maybe you can meet me there, Ryan. Texas has always been good to us.” With a non-committal smile, Ryan picked up his beer and sipped it, changing the subject. I’ll tell him after we record. Ryan felt himself relaxing throughout the meal, which felt (at times) like an inquisition by his friends, but you cheerfully answered the questions they asked - where you were from, what you did… all the basics, with the majority of the inquiries coming from Georgie, who had never been shy.

 By the time that the bill came, the five of you were all laughing together, you having asked the three men about themselves as well and Ryan watched as you reached out for the envelope it came in, barely looking at the paper before reaching into your wallet for your debit card. Jack and Matthew both tried to stop you, but you shook your head, waving them off. “I offered. This is on me.” Ryan saw that Georgie was again watching intently but silently, eyes focused on you as the waitress took and then brought the card back, along with a pen, setting it down on the table. Signing it and then leaving a large cash tip, you leaned back in your chair, fingers idly playing with the hair at the nape of Ryan’s neck, and he felt himself leaning in to your touch. This is normal. This is what the future is going to be like. I won’t be traveling by train, but I can… we can meet friends like this. Is this what a normal life is like?

 You said your goodbyes outside of the restaurant, the three men turning and walking in the opposite direction as the two of you. Ryan wrapped his fingers around yours as you walked, pulling you close - much the way he had as you ambled down the Strip. By the time you’d gotten back to the hotel room and had gotten into bed, Georgie had texted the address of the recording studio. Ryan was thrilled to learn that it was only a few blocks away from where you were staying, meaning that he could sleep in, which he’d relayed to you as you pressed your body against his. “Ryan, I don’t think…” You shook your head before leaning it against his shoulder and trailing your fingers up and down his abdomen. “I don’t think Georgie likes me much.” He froze, but Ryan could hear the apprehension in your voice. What? Why? “What did he mean about the guitar?” Shit. He paused for a minute before answering, taking a deep breath and tightening his fingers against your bare hip.

 “Well, I had a Washburn that I’d taken everywhere with me for a long time. Had that and my banjo, and then I met Jackie.” He flinched at using her name, but you didn’t react aside from nodding once. “She saw me playin’ this real nice guitar in a music shop in her hometown, and right before I left the first time, as a thank you, she bought it for me… so I left the Washburn with her daughter when I went to Portland, took the new one with me.” He shook his head. “I never asked for it, was gonna try to buy it myself, and she just…” Tried to buy me? Tried to give me a tie to her every time I played it? “She wanted me to have it, and wanted me to make music on it, and I think she wanted me to think about her whenever I played it.” And I did.

 “It’s a nice guitar, Ryan. I can tell it means a lot to you.” Your voice was quiet, fingers low on his belly, the tips of them moving slowly back and forth. “I’m not… you don’t think I’m… Ryan, I know that you don’t want or need someone to take care of you, but…” You sighed and Ryan’s hand moved up from your hip to your side, sliding around to your back and trailing up and down the center of it. “That’s not why I told you to play my dad’s whenever you want…”

 “I know.” He turned his head, looking down at you in the darkness of the room. “I know you aren’t, you never were.” Ryan sighed. “After Vegas, I... “ Do I really say this? “Every time I played, I thought of you. Jackie was a passing thing, a distraction.” He looked down, using his free hand to tilt your chin up, brushing his lips against yours. “She gave me the guitar, and I’m thankful for it, but I don’t think about her anymore.” Unless people bring her up. You shifted next to him, hooking a leg over his and he tugged on your hip, pulling you toward him. “What are you doin’?” With a shrug of your shoulders, you moved further, swinging your leg all the way over his, bringing your entire body directly into his line of sight as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, leaning in.

 “Making sure you’re definitely not thinking about anyone else, Ryan.” You grinned at him, and Ryan’s fingers tightened on one hip, the other hand sliding up the back of your thigh. Definitely not.

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 POV: You

 You stretched out in the bed, arm reaching over to the space where Ryan had been only a few hours earlier and smiled. He’d headed out early in the morning, not sleeping in much after all, and carrying your guitar so that he could clear his head before heading to the studio. You’d understood why he had needed to go alone, and planned on joining him - and Matthew, Georgie and Jack at around 2 in the studio to catch the tail end of the session. Though you were used to going to bed late - and getting up even later, thanks to Ryan’s enthusiasm and desire to make up for almost a year’s worth of separation, sleeping in that morning had felt different. I woke up and he was gone… and it didn’t bother me.

 Ryan’s side of the bed was cold now, sure, but he’d kissed you goodbye, his lips lingering at your temple, your response a mumbled “I love you, Ry” without even opening your eyes. His fingertips had trailed over your face, his own response clear - that he loved you more - before you’d heard the sound of the door closing softly behind him, and then you’d immediately drifted back off. Sitting up and stretching, you looked around the room, the smile on your face growing as you took in Ryan’s clothing scattered on the desk and dresser, your own stuff mixed in. It’s like it’s been this way forever. Quickly getting dressed, you checked the time and saw that it was still early enough for you to grab a coffee on the way to the studio, and with one last look around you, you left the room, purse in hand.

 New York City was alive around you, the sounds and smells different from Philadelphia - and even from many of the other cities that you’d visited, and you relished it, taking everything in. After the relative silence you’d spent the previous few months in, it was a welcome change. Carrying your coffee in one hand, you typed in the address of the studio into your phone and made your way toward it, letting the receptionist know that you were there for the session in room 5, that you were a guest of Ryan Brenner. She led you back to the room, opening the door and motioning for you to keep quiet as you slipped past her.

 As you took a seat on a stool in the back of the room, you watched Ryan and the other three through the glass, joking and laughing with each other between takes. Ryan was wearing your shirt, his muscles flexing as he strummed the instrument on his lap, his eyes closed as he leaned into the microphone, singing his heart out. I love him so much. You felt your chest tighten, hearing the way that the played - by himself and with the band -  and you were almost overwhelmed at the strength of the feeling, and with a jolt, you realized something important. This is the way that he felt seeing me with my pictures. This is…

 He looked at home with the guitar on his knee, the microphone in front of his face, the others playing with him. He looked comfortable, content and in control, and you - not for the first time - wondered if he was making the right decision to stop traveling, to stop giving himself the opportunity to learn and grow. He says he wants to do this. He says it’s the right call. I have to believe him. You took a breath, eyes on Ryan - always on Ryan - and watched as they finished the song, Jack and Matthew breaking into a round of applause as the final notes died away, a look of pride on Ryan’s face. “That’s great, guys. We’ll call it a day, I think we got what we needed!” The technician pressed the button, giving the four men a chance to respond, and Georgie was the first to stand, flipping a thumbs up in the direction of the board and monitors before turning to Ryan, who was putting the guitar back into its case, his arms moving animatedly as he recapped what they’d just finished recording.

 “So they’ll give us the master copy of that, and then we can…” Georgie was excited, his enthusiasm spreading to Ryan and the other two men, and you leaned back against the wall, sipping your coffee and smiling. Good for him. This was the first time Ryan had really played since his hand had healed, and you knew that it was a big moment for him, though you also knew that he’d spend hours picking apart his playing later as he listened back to the recording. The men exited the recording booth, still talking to each other, and Matthew squeezed Ryan’s shoulder tightly, thanking him…but then Ryan’s eyes landed on you and his face brightened even further, which you didn’t think was possible.

 “You made it!” He hurried over to you, the strap of the carrying case over his shoulder and you nodded, feeling a smile overtake your face. “How much did you hear?” You shrugged, reaching out to squeeze his hand even as he leaned in to kiss you, his lips brushing against yours for only  the briefest of seconds.

 “Just the last two, I slept in.” You shrugged, looking around Ryan and at where the other men were standing, talking amongst themselves and to the sound engineer. “You guys sounded great.” You cleared your throat. “Georgie, you’re impressive on that fiddle.” The other man’s eyes flashed as he turned his attention to you, but he kept smiling, nodding gratefully as he called Ryan over to where they were huddled. I knew it.

 After a few minutes, the  engineer told the group that he’d get copies of the recordings made for each of them, reaching out to shake hands with all four men in turn. You watched as his eyes traveled to Ryan, reaching out with his opposite hand to gesture to the equipment next to him. “You’re one talented dude.” Ryan’s face reddened slightly and he ducked his head, his hand going up to the back of his neck. He’s not wrong. “You ever wanna record again, if you’re back in the city, please get in touch with me, I’d be more than happy to work with you.” Oh, Ryan.

 “Well, thank you, sir.” Ryan cleared his throat and licked his lips, brow furrowing. As he brought his face back to level with the other man, he spoke again. “That means a lot, I’m sure you hear a ton of talented people every day.”

 “You’re right, but…” The man shook his head, and you noticed that Georgie, Matthew and Jack were all watching, their own conversation stopped. “There’s a difference between talent and authenticity.” Ryan’s eyes widened. “You aren’t just singing, you’ve… lived these things.” You blew out a breath, your body growing warm with pride again as the man reaffirmed what you already knew, what Ryan refused to believe about himself. “You’d have a great career, Ryan. Writing more stuff like the last two you performed? Damn.” Even as the man spoke, Ryan’s eyes flicked to you, settling on your face.

 “Yeah?” The man nodded, and Ryan spoke again. “I guess we’ll have to see what happens.” The conversation finished, Ryan stepped over toward you again and held out a hand to you, pulling you from the stool you were sitting on. You followed him out of the room and into the hallway, through the lobby and out into the sunshine, blinking at the bright light before sliding sunglasses down off the top of your head. “Where you guys headed now?” The five of you stood on the sidewalk, but Ryan was talking to Georgie, the younger man’s face set into a frown. Why is he upset? They just…

 “Probably going to go out tonight and play some more, catch the crowds in Central Park for a while and then lay low before the show tomorrow night.” Georgie’s eyes slid over to you, and though he was speaking to Ryan, he didn’t drop his gaze. “She gonna let you come out and play with us, or do you have plans?” I…

 “I’m just here because Ryan asked me to be.” You spoke before Ryan had the chance, shrugging your shoulders. “I’m more than capable of spending a night in New York City alone, and Ryan can do whatever he wants to.” You reached over, laying a hand on Ryan’s arm, feeling him turn slightly toward you. “He came here to see you guys.” He sure did. “I don’t make his decisions for him.” Taken aback by the tone of your voice, Georgie straightened up and Jack’s eyes widened, but Ryan’s entire body stiffened next to yours.

 “Not sure what the problem is, Georgie, but I’m gonna do what I want to do.” He turned to face you, the warmth from earlier all but gone from his eyes. “You ready to go back to the room?” You nodded once, not knowing what to say, and as Ryan’s arm went around your shoulders, you moved closer to him. He’s claiming me, but why? “I’ll get ahold of you later tonight and find out what you are - maybe come out for a little while.” Ryan sighed, and you could hear the disappointment in the sound.

 “Sounds good, Brenner.” Jack offered the two of you a smile and a nod. “Just call one of us and we’ll work it out.” As you turned in the opposite direction - back to your hotel - neither of you spoke, but Ryan’s arm fell away from your shoulders, his hand finding yours and your fingers linking together.

 “Kinda like in Vegas, hmm?” He spoke after a minute or two, but he was so quiet that you had to lean in closer to hear him. “‘Cept this time I’m not carryin’ around a crate with me.” You laughed, and after a second, you heard him join in - and the tension broke. “You don’t mind if I go play with them tonight, do you?” He sounded slightly anxious, and you pressed your lips together. You thought for a minute, trying to figure out how to say what you were thinking without it coming out wrong.

 “No. Of course not.” You sighed, opening the door to your hotel’s lobby and stepping inside. Ryan followed close behind, still silent. “You guys sounded great today, but if you play tonight, they’ll have more practice with your songs, and … I want you to have fun.” I want you to be sure that this is the right call for you. You pressed the button for the elevator, swallowing. “And I don’t think you’ll have as good a time if I’m hanging around with you.” Because Georgie hates me. He was silent as the elevator arrived and you stepped into it, the doors closing behind you. “I’ll order room service and watch a movie or something.” Ryan still didn’t respond, and when you looked over at him, you saw a frown on his face.

 He didn’t speak until you were back in the room, setting the guitar case down and then turning to face you, the frown still there. “You know if you want to come, I wouldn’t ever tell you no, right?” You closed your eyes, nodding. “You being there with me while I play is… God, It’s all I’ve wanted for the last…” He swallowed again, stepping closer, and you felt his fingers trailing up your arm slowly. “Today was…” He sighed. “Those guys are great, you know?” He was speaking quietly, the cadence of his voice almost as soothing as if he was singing. “We mesh well together, but they’ve all got… nothin’ to lose.” He closed his fingers around your upper arm, pulling you closer, and you reached out, hands resting on his sides as you pressed your cheek against his chest. “And a year ago, I woulda said the same.” He tilted his head down, lips finding the crown of your head. “But now?  I can’t think that way anymore.” He said your name quietly, and you straightened up, tilting your head back to look up at him. “I got everything to lose now.” You opened your mouth to speak, but he shook his head once, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. “I used to ask myself a question - every day. I’d say ‘where am I goin’ next and how am I gonna get there?’ … and the only times I’ve never asked myself that are the days I’ve been with you, because... I don’t need to go anywhere else.”

 You were stunned, eyes wide and you could only stare at him as he looked down at you. One hand came up, the backs of his fingers ghosting over your cheek, and he searched your face with his eyes, tongue poking out slightly. Without saying another word, he lowered his face toward yours, eyes closing as his lips made contact. You lost yourself in the kiss almost immediately, your fingers closing against the material of his shirt, feeling the hand that wasn’t on your face pressing against your lower back as he pulled you closer. When he pulled away, his eyes were bright again and filled with life - the look was one that you loved to see on his face. “What, Ryan?” He shook his head, thumb moving over your jaw as he leaned in his kiss you on the forehead, exhaling.

 “Nothin’. You just make me happy.” When he stood back up, he raised one eyebrow, cocking his head to the side. “I think you might be right about Georgie, though.” You laughed, grinning and rolling your eyes. “I don’t think he likes you very much… but it’s just because he’s not used to havin’ to share me.” That’s not quite it, but… “So.” He spoke again, lazily circling his fingers on the skin directly beneath the hem of your shirt. “Not to change the conversation or anything, but…” You bit down on your lower lip, knowing exactly where he was going due to the change in his voice and the look in his eyes. Play along… “They’re not gonna expect me to call for a few hours, which means…”

 Pushing him away from you, you reached down, pulling your shirt off in one motion and turning away from Ryan, headed toward the bathroom. “How about a shower?” You looked back over your shoulder at him, pleasantly surprised to see that he’d already removed his shirt, too, and had taken a step toward you, desire written all over his face as he dropped the material onto the floor.

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 The next afternoon, you were sitting near the front of the crowd on the grass of Prospect Park atop of one of the hotel bed’s blankets, camera at your side. Ryan had been out until nearly midnight the previous night, slipping back into the room quietly, leaning the guitar case against the wall before disappearing into the bathroom and reappearing a few minutes later, dressed only in his boxers. His hand ran through his hair as he’d asked you quietly if you were awake, climbing into bed without ever turning on a light, his body sliding against yours like it was made to. The two of you had talked quietly for nearly an hour, trading kisses in the dark, his hands sliding across your abdomen and sides and yours over his bare back and shoulders. He’d come back to you - and though he’d told you he was going to, actually having it happen meant more to you than he could even know.

 Ryan was scheduled to perform with the other guys at 7:45, so you’d taken an Uber over to Brooklyn at 3:30, wanting to catch some of the earlier bands. For a few hours, you’d sat on the blanket with Ryan, nestled between his legs, his arms wrapped around you as you listened to the people onstage. It was a gorgeous early summer day, the sun was perfectly warm - and you were content, happy to be there with Ryan, to get to experience him playing for such a large crowd. He’d left you at 7, hugging you tightly and walking off confidently, guitar case over his shoulder and you’d followed him with your eyes until he disappeared into the crowd. At 7:35, you got a text from him, smiling as you read the few words on the screen. Five songs. Done at 8:15.  You responded back, equally as brief. Knock ‘em dead, Ry. Once that was sent, you busied yourself setting up your camera on the tripod, careful to keep it low enough that it wouldn’t block anyone’s view. To your knowledge, Ryan had never played for a crowd so large, and you wanted him to be able to look back at the performance whenever he wanted.

 Settling back down onto the blanket and drawing your knees up to your chest, you waited until he took the stage - dressed simply in a pair of dark jeans and a white t-shirt, followed by Georgie, Jack and Matthew - to press the record button. They took a few moments to adjust their instruments, and then you watched as Ryan looked over, nodding at the others and then leaned forward, clearing his throat as he spoke into the microphone. “My name’s Ryan, and these are my friends.” He paused, eyes looking out over the crowd and a huge smile on his face. He turned his head, easily finding you and you watched as he sat up straighter, the hand that wasn’t resting atop the body of your guitar gripping the microphone. “We’re gonna play you some songs.” He licked his lips, letting go of the mic and closing his eyes before he leaned back in, strumming once. “Hope you like ‘em.”

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