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fandomnsfw · 2 years ago

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Let Me Love You - Isaac Lahey x Reader

Pairing: Isaac x Reader

Prompt: Request -

Warning: Smut...Smut....and a kick to the nads.

Thank you to my beta who did this fore me last night! @lets-imagine-fanfics

ENJOY!!

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You stormed into the school with a scowl on your face, your crimson red stilettos clicking against the smooth off-white floor. Your outfit was like your usual, sassy and overdressed. At least that’s what Stiles liked to say. You were wearing an off the shoulder black crop top, that zipped up and slightly resembled a bomber jacket. Your jeans were high waist with rips covering the front, as well as a large rip at the top of your thigh just under your right ass cheek.

Your shoes were excessively high and overbearingly bright red to match your handbag and deep red matte lipstick. Your eyeshadow was a nude matte with a cut crease, a moderately thick wing and fake eyelashes. And to top it off you had a five-row diamanté choker and diamond curved square earrings.

You channelled your hearing, trying to find the pack. Once you’d located them, you stormed into the cafeteria angrily as you heard the boy behind you catching up slowly. You locked eyes with Lydia who shot you a raised brow before she looked behind you with a scowl.

You stormed over to the table, ignoring your boyfriend who was traipsing behind you out of breath. Glancing at Stiles briefly as his eyes flicked to your heels before letting out a snort. Scott looked behind you as your panting boyfriend, who had finally caught up. You could sense him behind you but that didn’t mean you were about to give him the time of day.

“Y/N, come on, it didn’t mean anything. it was a mist-”

“How many shitty rom-coms did you watch to get that line?” You snorted cutting his words off before turning to face him.

“Come on, baby, i-”

“You need some help, Y/N?” Scott asked as Isaac stood up to move over to you only for Scott to stop him.

“No, I got this Scotty.” You replied sweetly, giving him a soft glance before turning to your boyfriend and bring up leg up, the weight of your platform causing the kick to his balls to hurt way more than it would have had you been wearing flats.

“We’re done.” You snarled as he fell to the floor clutching his crotch painfully.

You sat down in between Isaac and Scott as your now ex-boyfriend was lifted by his friends, who were quite clearly trying to hold back their laughter and teasing remarks. Stiles leaned over Isaac with a raised brow, causing you to match his expression in confusion.

“How do you even walk in those?” Stiles muttered as he pointed to the pair of high heels on your feet.

“With great strength and precision.” You deadpanned, causing Erica to snigger to herself.

“So who’d you catch him with?” Jackson asked casually like it was somehow a regular occurrence to have a pack mate’s boyfriend cheating on them.

“Ava.” You growled as said girl walked into the cafeteria. You tuned into the conversation she was having with Abigail and Emma.

‘Don’t you think Isaac got so hot recently?’ Ava giggled as she glanced over at Isaac who was sat next to you minding his own business. You stood up and threw your right leg over him before sitting down and straddling him. He looked up from his phone with a raised brow as if silently asking what you were doing.

“Play along.” You muttered softly with a fake smile. Isaac snorted but decided to indulge in whatever game you were playing. You leant down to whisper in his ear making it look as sexy and seductive as you could from an outsiders point of view.

“Can you act like you wanna fuck me desperately for like five minutes to piss Ava off?” You whisper biting his ear for show. He let out a ‘mhmm’ of agreement before pulling you back by your hair gently. He pulled you flush against his body before pulling you down harshly for a kiss that almost had your eyes widening as you felt arousal spark immediately.

The kiss was like fire had ignited inside of you and your whole body burn for it. You let out a little whimper as his tongue brushed across your lower lip. One hand in your hair while the other slipped just under the bottom of your top, skimmed against the heated skin.

You had completely forgotten about Ava as you gripped onto Isaac t-shirt, letting him control the kiss willingly. You snapped out of the kiss as someone coughed awkwardly behind you. You pulled away with a flushed face and half-lidded eyes, your face one of pure uncut desire. Scott and Stiles gaped at you as you tried to bring your head out the clouds.

You felt dizzy from the kiss, which only caused your eyes to zone out slightly, as you swayed in Isaac’s lap. He let out a chuckle as he pulled you against his chest in an effort to keep you from falling.

“Jesus, Isaac, did you slip her an aphrodisiac when you kissed her, she’s totally gone!” Erica laughed with Allison as they stared at you.

“No, I just did what she wanted.” Isaac snorted as he cupped your cheeks, lifting your face up to look into your eyes.

“Y/N, dinners almost over.” Isaac whispered softly, his eyes scanning yours in amusement.

You blinked a few times before shaking your head in embarrassment. You slid off his lap into your own seat as a few of the pack members chuckled at your flushed face. You glanced at Isaac who had gone back to his phone like none of it ever happened.

***

You were sat in Allison’s bedroom in between Erica and Lydia who were painting their nails. Allison let out a chuckle as she read a text on her phone, causing you to raise an eyebrow. She glanced at you with a cheeky grin before glancing back at her phone. Cora rolled her eyes as she scrolled through Facebook aimlessly, choosing to ignore Allison’s laugh, until she finally spoke up.

“Scott and the boys are hanging out tonight at Derek’s.” Allison supplied making you hum in thought.

“I wonder what the boys talk about when they’re away from us?” You pondered with a smirk.

“Probably pussy, video games and action movies.” Erica laughed as she looked up from her freshly painted red nails.

“Kinda like us then except ours is cock, fashion and romance movies.” You huffed in amusement.

“Speaking of dick. When are you gonna jump on Isaac’s.” Lydia muttered casually, her eyes never leaving her nails.

“Lydia, I literally just broke up with my boyfriend less than 48 hours ago.” You snorted, sarcasm lacing your voice.

“You kissed him less than 10 minutes after your break up, so by calculated standards you should be riding his dick right now.” Lydia chuckled, a smirk gracing her nude pink lips.

“He doesn’t even see me like that.” You huffed childishly, throwing yourself back on the bed in annoyance.

“If he didn’t see you like that he wouldn’t have kissed you like he was about to fuck you in the middle of the school cafeteria.” Cora laughed as you blushed slightly.

“I told him to act like he wanted to fuck me cos Ava was there talking about how hot he was and I wanted to piss her off.” You pouted as Allison stared down at you.

“Isaac’s a terrible actor.” Erica declared, a smirk adorning her red lips. Allison looked at you curiously before turning back to her phone.

“So, how do you feel about him?” Allison asked gently, after a few seconds off silence.

“Honestly? I’ve always liked Isaac but never made a move. He’s so tall and hot but he also has this sweet side to him, like when he carried my bag for me on the way home one time. Then there’s his dominant side.” You trailed off with a grin on your face.

“Everyone thinks he’s a walking puppy but he has this look that screams dominance. Every time he does it makes my knee’s go weak…Fuck I’ve got it so bad.” You groaned.

Allison chuckled before declaring they order pizza. The girls agreed, all rattling off their orders before deciding to scan through Netflix. After 20 minutes there was a knock at the door which made everyone frown. The pizza place always took at least 45 minutes so to say the girls were confused was an understatement. Allison slid her gun into the back of her jeans before walking to the door, you and the other girls following behind closely. Lydia was at the back since she didn’t have any real fighting skills yet.

Allison opened the front door her hand on the gun but quickly relaxed when she saw Isaac stood there with a smirk. He held up his phone as a video started playing. You couldn’t see anything but you heard your voice. In the video, you were talking about your feelings for Isaac and honestly, right now you’d wished the ground would swallow you whole.

You glanced and the girls with wide eyes, trying to figure out who did it. However, none of them gave anything away. Isaac let the video play out much to your own embarrassment but once it was done he pocketed his phone and strode over to you with hooded eyes. He picked you up and threw you over his shoulder before turning to the girls

“Thanks, Allison, for the video. We’ll see you at school on Monday.” Isaac chuckled before leaving the house, the girls chuckling and waving to you as you disappeared from sight. You had wide eyes as he placed you down in front of what looked to be Scott’s bike. You gave him a curious look before he motioned to the bike silently.

“Isaac wha-”

“Get on the bike before I decide to fuck you in the middle of the street.” Isaac growled, causing your eyes to widen tenfold. You hopped onto the bike behind Isaac without another word.

He sped down the road, which was almost empty due to it being around 11 at night. You clung to him tightly and almost cursed when you arrived at the McCall’s because you had to let go. You adjusted your white Adidas cap before glancing at the boy was had just gotten off the bike.

You went to get off the bike only to be lifted up and thrown back over Isaac’s shoulder. You let out a squeak which only earnt you a chuckle from the boy carrying you. He walked into the house, closing the door behind him before moving straight up the stairs.

“Where’s Melissa?” You whispered as he kicked open the door to his room.

“Night shift and Scott’s staying at Derek.” Isaac answered easily before throwing you down on the bed which caused you to let out another little squeak.

He shed his leather jacket and v neck t-shirt before crawling onto the bed straight towards you. You scrambled back as you took in his predatory glance, but your attempts were futile because he soon had you cornered and honestly you felt nothing but arousal.

“Before I fuck you into next week, I just want to put out there that this isn’t a fling. You’re mine now. Any objections?” Isaac chuckled as he hovered over you covered stomach.

“N-No.” You stuttered nervously, your face flushing softly.

He let out a chuckle as he began working on unbuttoning your jeans and slipping off your Adidas sneakers. He moved up once the task was complete, his lips pressing against yours in a heated kiss. You let out a gasp which he took as an invite and slipped his tongue into your mouth, twisting it with yours.

Once your jeans were unbuttoned and unzipped, he pulled them down your legs without a second thought and that’s when your eyes snapped open as you remembered what you were wearing.

You had a pure white bodysuit on, which usually wouldn’t be a problem except for today, you’d chosen to wear your thong one. Meaning the front rest just above your hips and your ass was completely exposed. You thanked the heavens you were laying on your back for now.

“You’re not wearing any underwear.” Isaac huffed darkly with a smirk however that was quickly replaced were a suspicious scowl.

“Turn over.” He instructed as he threw your high waist boyfriend jeans somewhere in the room.

Your eyes widened as you stared at him with flushed cheeks. He shot you a smirk, letting you know he’d already figured it out. When you didn’t move he flipped you over and as he did he let out a groan of approval.

“Fuck…I might not even take this off to fuck you. I might just…” He trailed off as he lifted you up, so you were face down with your ass in the air, before moving the thin material away from your pussy.

“God, look at you.” Isaac chuckled as he lifted his free hand and ran his middle finger down your slit. You let out a gasp as he brushed against your fold, a moan quickly following when he softly circled your clit.

“You’re so wet and I’ve barely touched you.” Isaac teased as he pushed the tip of his index finger into your dripping pussy

You felt the bed jolt as he moved, but before you had time to evaluate what was happening his tongue was pushing inside you. You inhaled harshly, quickly followed by a dirty moan that earnt you a chuckle from Isaac. He pulled his tongue back out, pulling away completely. Leaving you whining in protest.

Suddenly Isaac was laid down, his face directly under your wet heat. You moved so your arms were supporting you, glancing between your legs with wide eyes. He glanced up at you with a smirk before grabbing your ass and pulling your pussy down roughly.

You let out a gasp as you flicked his tongue against you, finally realising what he was doing. You sat up and looked down boy at the boy underneath you with flushed cheeks and hooded lids. He tapped you ass slightly, before sticking out his tongue. You grind down on his tongue experimentally, letting out a moan as you did it again with more certainty. He gripped your thighs as he moaned at the taste of you, his eyes never leaving yours. You thread your hands through his hair gently as he began sucking you clit harshly.

“O-Oh god…” You panted, a loud breathless moan following shortly after.

His nails dug into your hips his chest rumbling out a growl of arousal. You thrust your hips against his mouth, the jolt of power you felt from this position drove you crazy, yet somehow at the same time, you felt utterly under his control.

“Isaac…” You panted, your voice raspy and spent, your thrusting slowly coming to a stop when you became too tired to move anymore.

He grunted letting you know he understood but before you could move he rolled you onto your back, his face still buried in your pussy. The ass was off the ground with only your thigh being supported on Isaac's shoulder.

The new position let you exposed, the moonlight hitting the bed lighting it up softly. You let out a whine of embarrassment and arousal as he continued his job of devouring you. You gripped onto his bed your back arching slightly, as your fists buried in the sheets.

“I-Isaac…Shit don’t stop…’M gonna cum” You stuttered between breaths.

Your stomach clenched tightly as you pushed towards you orgasm willing it to take over. As he moved back to your clit he pushed two fingers into you roughly and that was enough to tip you straight over the edge.

“F-Fuck, Is-Isaac!” You screamed as your legs shook from the intensity of your orgasm. He lowered your ass to the bed gently, as he held your hips to ground you slightly as the orgasm was finally calming down. He stroked your thighs gently as he watched you finally open your eyes.

“Hi there.” Isaac chuckled gently, his hands sliding up your thigh until there were squeezing the flesh where your thighs end.

“Hi.” You giggled softly, still slightly dazed as you looked up at him.

He lifted one hand and crooked his finger in a come hither motion. You sat up slowly and shuffled forward slightly, so your crotches were in line with each other. You hooked your legs around his waist, as your hands slid up his chest to clamp around his neck. You brushed your nose against his gently, his hands clutching at your waist tightly.

“Hold on tight.” He whispered huskily. You nodded and clung to him like a koala bear before he flipped you over with ease.

You let out a little giggle as he nipped at your neck playfully, his hands sliding up your side until they were yanking down your bodysuits straps. He lent down and took your nipple into his mouth, biting and sucking on it. You inhaled harshly, clutching at his hair as he moved to the other nipple paying it the same attention. After he deemed it enough her moved back and looked down at you.

“You want me to prep you so the stretch doesn’t hurt?” Isaac chuckled as he stared into your eyes, unbuttoning his jeans. You raised a brow at him in confusion.

“You know I’m not a vi- Oh my god!” You squeaked as he pulled out his fully hard cock. You’d been with two guys since you were 16 and both of them were above average size but now looking at Isaac they suddenly went from a good size to pitiful compared to him.

“Holy shit.” You muttered, eyes wide as you stared at his member.

The more you stared at it though, the more arousal you felt. You were never one to care about size, always going by the saying ‘It’s not the size that matters it how they use it’. However, right now, you were practically drooling.

Without a sound, you moved away from him and shift to all fours bending down and wrapping your hand around his shaft. Your ass was raised but your face was now level with his cock. You let out a moan of approval, pumping him a few times.

You glanced up at him, your eyes locking on his as you pursed your lips and let string of spit dripped down to his cock. He let out a moan at you sight which only made you smirk. If there was one thing you know it’s that as much a porn isn’t realistic, boys still loved some of the filthy things pornstar’s do. You moved your hand up and down painfully slow, as you spread the fluid all over his large cock.

You ducked your head before licking up his shaft agonizingly slow. He let out a little hiss of pleasure as his right-hand thread through your hair. You glanced up at him as you finally wrapped your lips around his shaft, his eyes rolling it to the back of his head as you sucked on him harshly.

You circled your tongue around the head before sucking him down further. You thrusted upwards and he pushed your head down causing you to gag a little before you thankfully adjusted. He was panting heavily as he thrust into your awaiting throat. You gagged occasionally, however when you did he would pull back to let you breath, before thrusting straight back in.

When he finally pulled you all the way of his cock you let out a whine of protest. He chuckled darkly as he tugged your head back with the hair clutched in his hand. He pulled you up so you were kneeling, his bare chest pressed against your breasts.

“You ready baby?” Isaac whispered against your ear huskily, his hand still clutching your hair.

“Y-Yes.” You muttered shyly.

However, it seemed that’s all the answer he needed to manhandle you down to the bed. Isaac now between your legs, his hand gripping your thighs and motioning you to wrap your legs around him. You did as you were instructed before he leaned down and kissed you roughly, his tongue thrusting into your mouth. His tongue swirling with yours before moving to trace every inch of your mouth.

You moaned into his mouth, as his tip brushed across your entrance. Your hands fling around his shoulders as he began pushing in. He eased in gently until he was finally bottomed out, his hand soothing your hair affectionately, as you wince against his neck.

He looked into your eyes as you finally felt the pain disappearing, that’s when you noticed the black veins on his arm that was caressing your hair. You bite his neck letting him know he could move, he hummed out an okay before he pulled almost all the way out and thrusted back in agonizingly slow. A moan left your lips as he pushed back in, his weight all on one hand as his other caressed down your body. You nibbled on his earlobe before letting out a breathy moan against his ear, which earnt you a groan.

“Harder.” You purred seductively, causing a huskily moan to erupt from his mouth. He growled as he began to thrust in and out at you in an animalistic pace, the suddenness of it making you scream out in pleasure.

He sat up and gripped bothy our hips as he thrust into you so hard and deep it had you arching off the bed in bliss. You gripped his forearms in an attempt to ground yourself, his claws slowly making an appearance. They dug into your hips almost drawing blood as they did.

“F-Fuck!” You cursed, a moan following shortly after.

“Your cock is so fucking big.” You moaned loudly as your claws started to come out. You moved them from his arms so you wouldn’t hurt him but he growled at you causing your eyes to widen slightly.

“Don’t hold back. Let go.” Isaac muttered as his thrust slowed but still remained hard and deep.

“Mmm, I-Isaac…” You whined as you made grabby hands at him, earning yourself a chuckled from the boy. He bent down allowing you to cling to him as he sped up his thrusts once again.

“S-Shit…You’re so tight.” He groaned as he felt you clamp around his cock, your body trying to suck him in further.

You raked your claws down him back leaving blood covered marks in your wake. He let out an animalistic growl before he started drilling into you so fast your body could barely keep up. Your moans barely had chance to leave your mouth.

His claws dug into your waist drawing blood but all you could feel was pleasure. Your stomach began coiling back up as your orgasm approached quickly. You clenched around his dick letting him know you were close which only caused him to move one bloodied hand to your clit. He began circling it roughly, making sure his claws didn’t cut you.

“Oh, g-god…I-Isaac ‘m cumming!” You screamed out your back arching, causing it to push against his chest.

“Go on baby, cum on my cock.” He groaned against your ear and that all it took for you to started cumming. Your orgasm felt more wet and intense than the last which caused Isaac to sit up and stare down at where his cock was his fingers never leaving your clit.

He smirked down as he pulled his cock out and began brushed side to side on your clit rather fast. You gasp as you felt another orgasm hit you before the other one could even end. You looked down to see Isaac cock and the bed sheets wet-threw.

“D-Did I-I ju-just?” You gasped and your body shook from the intensity of your orgasm.

“Oh yeah…Fuck I need to see that again.” Isaac moaned as he thrust back into you and started moving in and out.

“Y-You’re no-Oh fuck!” You gasped as he moved his hand against your clit once again.

“Come on, baby girl, squirt all over my cock.” Isaac chuckled against your ear before pulling back and watching your entrance carefully his hand never ceasing the movements.

Your back started arching again as you felt your pussy contract around his cock. He pulled out but continued moving his finger across your clit. You felt the liquid soak into the white bodysuit leaving you to feel damp and gross but you couldn’t bring yourself to care because you were shaking from your fourth orgasm.

“Fuck, as much as wanna do that all night, I need to cum.” Isaac groaned as he licked at his hand that was covered in your juices.

“Cum inside me…P-Please.” You panted, as he entered you the wet sound causing him to moan in approval. He thrust into you in a way that can only be described as vicious. You clung to him, panting against his ear as you whispered into his ear urging him to cum.

“Gonna cum in my tight little pussy, baby?” You moaned softly earning yourself a growl from the male above you. He thrust a few more times before he moaned against your shoulder.

“F-Fuck, Y/N, ‘m cumming.” He growled and he thrust into you, milking himself inside you. After a few more thrusts he stopped and collapsed on top of you. You stroked his hair as you both panted against one another. He sat up after a few minutes, looking into your eyes with a smirk on his lips.

“Well, that was…” You giggled softly as your body finally stopped shaking for the most part.

“Amazing?” Isaac supplied with a chuckle.

“Totally.” You huffed in amusement. He looked down at the wet bed and let out a chuckle before smirking down at you.

“We should probably replace these sheet and then get a shower.” Isaac laughed softly. You gave him a nod with a flushed face as you stared at wet patch.

****

“So how was it?” Lydia smirked as she muttered as you stood up from your seat.

“Fun, amazing and so embarrassing.” You muttered with a flushed face. You began walking to the cafeteria as Erica, Allison and Lydia tried to catch up. Cora trailing behind with no intention of running to catch up.

“Embarrassing?” Erica snorted in amusement.

“Don’t even ask.” You grumbled before spotting the boys already at the table. You sat down next to boyfriend, placing a kiss on his lips with a smile. He stroked the back of your hair affectionately as you leant against him.

“So how are you this fine day…Squirtle?” Jackson snorted and you suddenly felt your face grow very hot.

“Oh my god, you told them!” You squeaked as Isaac threw a chip at Jackson who couldn’t stop laughing.

“I don’t know what you’re laughing about Jackson, at least Isaac can bring his girlfriend to an earth-shattering orgasm.” Stiles laughed as you smashed your head onto the table before letting out a groan of pain.

Why is this your life?

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timbarrus · 7 days ago

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I am a communist.

Get Over It.

The American people are the stupidest people who have ever existed. They are vile. They are monsters. I want to spit in their mouths. Your Great Leader: I will not tolerate a cocksucker, and I will have them all executed. Americans choose to look the other way. Americans want executions to be televised. You know you do. The media heard the Rapist and his cocksucker rant. I can-out rant that ignorant, fat, butt fuck. His shit don't stink. Democrats hide because they are all whimps and pussies. Feeble-minded, and they shake with fear in their shoes. Kennedy will help with the HIC drugs and China. Sure he will.

He's not on an ego trip. He is the ego trip.

Robert Kennedy would have taken this slime little bitch to the woodshed. And that is what is wrong with him. He was never taken by the ear to the woodshed and had his rich ass kicked. Communism is now valid. Eat me. Less people will die. It's the only thing left to believe in any day of the week. When I was in high school, I was shot. Months in hospital. Multiple surgeries. I was 16. I walked out. By myself. I could barely stand. But I got out of there because they were hurting me. I was already hurt. In those days, the school system had teachers who went from home to home. Before IDEA became an issue, school districts could see money floating away. They knew they had to create their own local IDEA. The cops found me and beat me up. Then, they took me home.

They were beating a kid who was already soaked in blood. They do not care. Extrapolate that to include STEM which was supposed to be a game changer. The teacher came to the house. We talked about the act of of writing. She was enormously helpful. "You need to watch Special Ed carefully. You need to evaluate whether this will help you or harm you." Harm you won. I was back in school. A teacher kicked me and broke my femur bone. Compound fracture. I had to walk back to that hospital myself with a broken leg. No one would help me. I am autistic. When people say: I will help you. I doubt the reality of that. My dad tried to kill me. I don't care anymore. They have taken IDEA and kicked it in the trash. You will not want to hear this. Education is gone. Food for kids is gone. Payrolls are gone. Head Start is being gutted with a knife. Education is a Nightmare On Speed. I'm pretty weird. I am disabled now. My autism is confrontational. STEM is done. Head Start is doomed. No more IEPs. No more AIDS drugs. No more support structures. No more sex education. They are going to rob the American people blind. They deserve it, and you deserve it, too, a robbery for a robbery.

A dick for a dick. Those little sweaty hands are already in the till. A thief for a thief. A schizophrenic for a psychopath. The Rapist is a psychopath. Truth talking to power is no longer allowed. Americans deserve exactly what they get. The American people do not know how to make things. It's too late just like your limited awareness is too goddamn fucking late. I once did a book of interviews with sadomasochists all over the country (I was kinda shocked at that). Everyone was anxious to explain themselves. I am interested in how authority works. Time is not a sometimes thing. There is no always. Authority is defined at a behavior level acting out. All of it unleashed by fat, white, old, feeble-minded, delusional, ducks quacking for the next century when what I want to see is the fantasy, established centuries ago, not unlike Uranium Built wood sheds. Americans are not serious people, and they had their time strutting and fretting across the stage, and the only thing, the only thing that is going to have a shot at success will be an accident.

Deep Pockets. I know some fat little weasel bitch suicidal hop and fetch it parasite. It is not human. Are we all stunned now after the Rapist grabs what pussy, oh, that's right. Satire is protected speech. Look it up, bumble bee you love women but you are a dinosaur. Trex was doomed and so are we all. It's coming to get us. The ground shakes, Sound Effects, Oh, Mommie, I'm scared. I have already looked up the word: Cocksucker. I am a communist. Ho. Hum. You better run run, run faster than the fat guy. It's ordinary.

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hoosurdaddy · 2 years ago

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Chapter 9.

Pairing: post covid!Stan Marsh x post covid! Reader, post covid! Kenny McCormick x post covid! reader.

Triggers: 18+, cheating, smut,gaslighting, fighting.. Reader is married to Stan, bad grammar, short.. Rushing this so I'm finally finished a series

Stan had been staying at Kyle's while you took time to think on your decision. Stan wanted to drink himself silly so he wouldn't remember what this whole week had entailed, but when he looked at the bottle, he couldn't bring himself to do it. If he couldn't have you, than no one could, especially not Kenny. Never Kenny. Stan wanted to do something mean and hurtful, like you had done to him. He had thought about texting Wendy to see what she was up too, but everytime, he remembered your wedding and he couldn't. Maybe you could, but he couldn't. He had given you an ultimatum on Saturday. Today was Monday, You only had a day left to decide.

He had decided to go into town to find something to do since he was cooped in Kyle's bachelor pad. As he walked through the town of South Park, he noticed a stupid orange hoddie in the window. He didn't even stop himself as he walked straight into the coffee shop and up the ex lover, who was sitting with Heidi Turner.

Kenny looked so fucking stupid. His bruising had gone down, however, the yellow and purple scarring made him look like a fucking whimp. Stan would 100% do it again, given the opportunity. But instead, he was staring him down.

"I bet you're happy." Stan started as he stared at Kenny. "You got to make yourself look like a big hot shot the past few days, but in all honesty, you look desperate." He pressed his hands against the table. Kenny didn't reply, he just stared at Stan back.

"She hates you, I hope you know that." Stan laughed. "I know this was you getting back at me Kenny, I know you've always been jealous."

"Oh yeah?"

"You're mad cause I have a beautiful wife, a wonderful home with my wife, a successful job, good friends.. Let's see, didn't you and your family share pop tarts for dinner? Did you split a twinkie for dessert when you were good?" Stan picked up Kenny's hot coffee cup, observing how they spelt his name wrong before slamming it back on the table, a little bit of hot coffee staining his hand. "Stay the fuck away from Y/N."

"We work together, dumbass."

"Not anymore." Stan laughed when he 'accidentally' knocked over Kenny's coffee this time. Heidi had pushed herself back before the hot coffee touched her and rushed to get napkins. Kenny stayed in place, letting the coffee burn him. "She cried and begged for me to forgive her. She told me what a mistake you were. I say around the third time I made her cum, with her big tits in my face, she told me you both were finished."

"You're a fucking liar, Stan." Kenny didn't need the imagine of Stan fucking you. He didn't want to hear about the touches you gave to Stan. He felt violence running through his blood.

"Tut, tut, tut. Behave McCormick."

Kenny watched as Stan patted him on his bruised cheek, making him hiss in pain. "You and Y/N? You're finished. You're both done. You will never look, speak, or even think about her, understood?" Stan stepped away to let Heidi clean up the spilled coffee. He threw Heidi a wink before exiting the Starbucks. Going home to you doesn't seem so bad now.

Since Saturday, You had been doing a lot of thinking about your marriage, about a divorce, about the affair, about all the mistakes and wrong doings all your life. You knew you were never the perfect, but damn, you felt really fucking selfish. You felt so lost. You knew Kenny had always been a big part of your life since high school. He was your first friend, the best man at your wedding, your first crush, and your last too. Apart of you never wanted to end the affair with Kenny, he gave you a job and a sense of freedom like you had never experienced before. This feeling went deeper than just a quick fling.

But it was different with Stan. You had both been together since you were 17, high school and college sweethearts. This was the person you wanted to have babies with, and grow old with grandchildren. You couldn't help but bite down on your nails as you looked at the clock 3:20, Monday. This week seemed to be dragging. You had called in sick this morning, but even Butter's knew right well what a lie that was. But you didn't care. You needed the space to make up your mind.

At around 4:30, you decided to go on a drive and maybe go for a walk down Stark's pond. When you arrived at Stark Pond, you must of walked the lap of the pond five times before you felt your shoes getting wet from the snow. It wasn't until you heard your phone going on, you checked the message. It was Stan. And he was sending you pictures of the potential apartments you both could buy when you move to Wyoming. You frowned, putting your phone away.

You hated this, hated it more than anything. You knew that it was your fault, but still, you hated it. The only sense of comfort you felt was being at Stark's pond right now. It felt like torture when you were alone in the bed. To anyone else, this would seem like a easy decision. Choose your husband. It wasn't that easy.

Regardless, you felt guilty. Guilty cause you were caught, otherwise you and Kenny would still be a thing. As you walked around the pond one more time as you were pretty sure you had some frostbite, you remembered how you and Stan would go on walks with Sparkie when he was alive, or during the summer when you and you friend group would come down to the pond to mess around.. Kenny, Stan and You were always together in one way or another.

You sighed, making your way back to your car but inside, you done nothing but sit there, thinking. You had made mistakes before. Such as when you hooked up with Trent Boyett at Bebe's house party, or that time you jumped off the window into the swimming pool at a frat party (thankfully you only broke a leg and was unconscious for a few hours). But never a mistake as bad as this.

It was not like the romantic movie love triangles. This was the furthest thing from romantic. You had no idea how you were going to fix it, or who you were going to fix this broken relationship with. Why couldn't there just be two of you?

Groaning, you rested your head against the steering wheel; when suddenly it made sense. How could you of been so stupid? Of course this was the right decision.

You started the car, speeding off, feeling the most hopeful you have been for a while.

"Y/N, what are you doing here?" Butter's asked as you ran through the office. Ignoring him, you ran into Kenny's office and slapped the room shut. Kenny nearly jumped three inches off the ground at the sudden appearance. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"I love you." You started.

"What?"

"I love you." You repeated. "You were so right when you said I wouldn't of kissed you back or slept with you if I didn't feel something. It was obvious the entire time."

Kenny paused for a moment. "But?"

"I love you, Kenny.. But I love Stan too."

Kenny felt his entire body and office burning and crumbling around him, he felt like he was breathing in toxic fumes as you. Kenny stood up slowly to not startle you. "Please don't," Kenny's voice was trembling and dry.

“You haven't even tried to see what we'd be like a couple." Kenny continued, his shoulders fell in defeat. His hair was mess and he looked like he hadn't slept in a week. "You just said you loved me."

"And I do Kenny." You continued. "But Stan.. He's the love of my life."

Kenny shook his head, finally seeing what he had blinded himself for years from. You were Stan's wife, Mrs.Marsh. He had been warned by you a couple of times but Kenny had rose tinted glasses at all. His heart hurt. It made sense; of course, no matter how much Kenny loves you, you'll always love Stan more.

"Sweetheart." Kenny pleaded.

You shook your head, stopping Kenny by raising your hand. "And I'm quitting, I'm moving to Wyoming with Stan."

Kenny, this time had to sit down to stop himself fully collapsing. "But.." Kenny's voice trailed on quietly throughout the room.

"But nothing. I am going to Wyoming with Stan, we are going to start our live over again.. The life want." Kenny felt bile bubbling in his stomach acid being dragged up to his throat, his eyes widened. It took everything to stop the sob coming from his mouth.

"The good life, right? A home, a loving partner, kids? You have that here already, in South Park. The good life? why can I be the person to give you all that." Kenny was begging a woman he has been inlove with since high school for something, anything. 'I love you' wasn't enough. He understood you had responsibilities but with the pitiful look on your face mirrored his and Kenny knew you had your mind made up.

“Stan is giving me a second chance in a new place away from South Park. I have to do this, I want to do this." Kenny remained quiet, his heart racing. You, on the other hand, weren't sure how you managed to get through a full conversation with Kenny without crying (you wanted too of course but managed to stay strong). Tears brimmed in Kenny's eyes, he quickly blinked them away.

“Bye Kenny. Wish me luck"

Your name left Kenny's lips as you left, but you didn't turn back to see what he wanted. Instead you allowed to be carried away from Kenny McCormick once and for all.

Wyoming here you come.

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the-firebird69 · 1 year ago

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Trump-Supreme Court live updates: What time does hearing start?

This guy Trump is not going to be president and that's all I'm concerned about Biden is a grandpa of mine and his president that's fine but this guy here Trump chose to threaten me to try and become president he's still doing it he was doing it in Northport and should charged for it. And he's been threatening me for stuff and for a long time and you should charge for that but here's the damn point he is not going to be president the reason is he's threatening me I don't care who the hell's president for the most part most of the time and for relative is very little difference in my treatment and in their program it's better for them not to be but this f****** loser thinks everything banks on it practically just put tons and tons of weight into it now his people are dying and there won't be any left because he's choosing to threaten me to become president and I don't care for him being president I don't care for him being some idiot pushing a broom near me he's a moron who tries to ding me all the time and shouldn't be doing anything.

And when it comes down to secrecy and people holding secrets and keeping someone around who's valuable you guys don't do anything my grandpa can hardly do anything and you you just sitting there watching this moronic freak mess around with me so I mobilize my army and growing it and you Max can suck wind too you ain't going to do anything. Resulting factors of me fighting for my life while you all sit on your ass and it's more on sits here threatening me is that I become powerful now if that's what you want you can continue with this treatment. It doesn't matter in a couple weeks and this guy is going to be dead in a few days anyways and most of his regions pictures of New York City and Tommy f. boy what is eye-opener to see you just sit here do nothing and let me wallow and of course if you come powerful anybody that walks up near Trump and starts beating the s*** out of him and becomes more powerful garth became more powerful as an example because he had to. I promise you this person is not going to be president he will never ever sit in the oval office again he is a disgrace to the entire kind of yours Satanist is an embarrassment to you he's a horrifying rat he is a massive massive traitor to you what does grow my army mean you freaking desensitized whimps

Zues Hera

Well that really says it you're sitting around floating and laughing it's going the other way and you're starting to figure it out and that's Max you can't find out why why what happened this freak thing so he can get elected by bothering him and it's making his election and nightmare and you can't figure it out. The guy is dumb as hell and hardly any of yours can figure their way out of a paper bag because you spoiled them and yeah he has more safety when what we're doing it's really stupid how simple it really is that guy's a moron who spoiled rotten and he can't think and that's Trump is spoiled from years and years of getting stuff for doing things it really doesn't work that much and keeps doing it over and over and obscene it looks gross like look at these animals who've learned to behave like stupid s**** and behave inappropriately across the street at the wrong time and do all this garbage and they act like they have some sort of brain disease and it's because of the max that their act is terrible it doesn't get them things against them shot and I can't identify it or adapt can't even see it we don't need you to but it is annoying and shocking and repulsive and yeah this guy Trump is not going to be president. He carries a lot like a street person all the time every day he's just low life idiot the only thing since the microphone. The other day he got caught they usually says swear words and derogatory things we heard meetings too he's sitting there threatening for the presidency his own grandson says he doesn't need to be president but not this way and against this boob who isn't for anybody and they say it too we're hooked on this stuff within and he keeps trying to say it I don't care if I was in presidency is this one here cannot be there is constantly threatening to and there's an answer there isn't there other people have been president BG and different people too sometimes family but this guy is an idiot and does not want to do anything without harassment and he's hooked on him is gross it is gross and for what he's been doing to him he should be executing immediately for your rules they just let him do it over and over and over and it's really disgustingly stupid not only is it disgusting we're going to move to get rid of him and get him out of here he's really European plan it's not really concern of ours and he's ruining your plan. But he is and we're going to work on that and do it he's using it and then uses his cover but really he's not going to be president he is not going anywhere and he is not going to sit here and bother her son for much longer he's going to be expelled from here just like he got expelled from school I really what a waste of time all of you just sitting here ruining yourself for an idiot who you're fighting anyways. And Billy z is going down here's another weiner you guys can't keep it straight at all in any way it's really gross what you're actually doing to yourselves

These people need to be out of here let me show you new orders today pull them out as much as we can

Thor Freya

Olympus

I'm ordering you to stand down and he says who you ordering and I'm wondering you says.

Trump

You don't give me orders and Biden doesn't give me orders who do you think you are anyways Trump you fat ass f****** retard and you never give you orders you try and give me orders I have your decapitated it works pal see that stuff smiling about something it works out of your head jammed up your ass yeah nobody wants a president stupid like you who's been shot in the head five times in the past month you should think before you talk useless slime ball

Zues Hera

I sort of see something what you're saying is you don't follow my orders and he says it's brilliant you can remember that that's amazing how the f*** can you remember that you stupid c***, I say is if you don't follow orders I'm going to do things he says I'm going to do things to you Trump so you can't have any orders issued, so I follow that it's been happening for months he says if not years I've been trying to tell him to do stuff I got to tell you something I don't f****** get what I'm saying he says who gives a s*** you ain't going to be president ever you think that's what you want you're not going to get it you want a new car you're not going to get the new car you want to sleep back you're not going to have a fleet if you want to go anywhere eat well you're not going to cuz you're doing it to me and there's no way that I can't do it back to you you're a fool you're going to die a fool in electrical chamber in Manhattan you're going to be disassemble because you're being a mean person to me for no f****** reason cuz you don't get anything but the business and the blade into your f****** heart it's cuz you're stupid cuz this is what's going to happen to you you're not going to go anywhere your army is disappearing in order for you to be executed Trump, I started get something they want me out of your hair and aren't going to stop until I'm gone there you got it you got it amazing it's almost like you understand English I don't know where are the Blue English is now understood by you, well he says that and I say this I know you're angry you're angry with me and the empire was denied but I'm the one who did that

Trump

So what

Zues Hera

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watchtowerindistress · 3 years ago

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we all have our secrets (1/5) - shangqi x asian!reader

Summary: Y/N receives a visit from a familiar face with the sinister news that the past can't be buried, endangering the life she built with Shaun.

Word count: 3.4k

Rating: M

Warnings: oral sex (f!receiving), dominant vibes, explicit language, fluff

Relationship: Xu Shangqi x asian!reader

Additional tags: Kinda during the events of Pre!Shang-Chi and the legend of the ten rings and post!Hawkeye/Black Widow

Author’s note: Would you look at that? This series title sounding so familiar with my we are not series. That sex scene wasn't even supposed to happen. This is what happens when I'm trying some normalcy between two partners. 🤦🏻‍♀️ I'm getting my booster shot today, so I just wanted to give you something, in case I no longer function properly.

Hope you're alright with me including an Asian reader, I just wanted to write something which would take my own heritage into account and a selfish and horny part of me just wants to imagine myself getting with Shangqi. I really hope I don't lose any readers because of that.

*Smut under the cut*

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~ One week later ~

Something fluttered in her belly once the warmth from the sun was tingling, reminding her that Y/N was on the brink of awakening.

But a part of her wanted to stay blissfully in that dream. She barely remembered what had happened, only that someone was pleasuring her wet heat.

Y/N believed it was Shaun who was performing some oral ‘loving’ − God, how cheesy did that sound? − it would've been pretty weird if it wasn’t him.

She moaned under her breath and leaned her head back. Her hips moved to the rhythm, craving Shaun’s mouth in her dream. Disappointment followed when she opened her eyes and gasped out loud. Y/N hated that she was taken out of that slumber all so suddenly.

“Oh my God.” Instinctively, her fingers stroked Shaun’s hair, needing to feel his mouth even closer.

“You taste fucking delicious,” a husky voice mumbled between her legs.

A heavy weight was settled right between them while the heat of Shaun’s body made her stomach tingle. Y/N was smiling contentedly while she felt the sheets rustle over her legs and slightly pushed them down until Shaun’s dark hair made an appearance. A salacious smirk met her while he licked her clit with vigor. The darkness in his eyes revealed how aroused he truly was from pleasuring her.

“Well, good morning to you too,” Y/N purred and grinded her hips to feel him even deeper. She had lost all inhibitions and craved to get what she wanted from Shaun until her cum would trickle all over his face.

Shaun hummed with a low voice. “Hmm, good morning, beautiful.”

His tongue was swirling in circles on her swollen nub, letting heat slowly overwhelm her while Shaun was staring with hypnotizing dark eyes.

Y/N’s fingers clenched in his hair with the sucking sounds taking over the bedroom.

“Oh, just keep going. I’m so close,” she gasped.

Taking that as incentive, Shaun pushed her legs higher until they rested on his broad shoulders.

That was always something that fascinated her about him. How there was more to him than met the eye. Until he would take off his clothes and reveal the true extent of his muscles on that body.

Y/N’s thighs clenched tighter around the sides of his head, and she felt almost afraid of choking him.

That didn’t deter him at all while his fingers held tight onto her upper thighs, keeping her close. His mouth remained fused to her pussy as a deep groan left his lips.

“Don’t you dare move.”

Those vibrations against her pulsating heat and Shaun’s quick tongue going in rhythmic circles made her gasp out loud. She was breathing heavily with every stroke while he tried to chase her orgasm.

Soon enough, Shaun inserted his fingers into her tight channel while he licked with hungry obsession.

Soreness tugged low in her core. A whimpering noise echoed from her lips before Y/N tried to pull back, feeling far too sensitive already.

“Don’t move,” he reminded her darkly.

Shaun would have none of it as his fingers clenched around her thighs, needing her close until she would see black spots from the intensity and Shaun’s dominance.

Y/N’s thighs quivered with the rush of ecstasy taking over her body and heat filled her completely. Shaun lapped up the pooling liquid like a man starved and grunted from the taste.

Her muscles were still spasming before she felt herself relax deep in her bones.

“Oh wow,” she murmured and absentmindedly dried the heat settling on her forehead. “What kind of cardio was that even?” She swallowed thickly as soon as she was breathing normally again.

Shaun chuckled under his breath and let his kisses brush against her inner thigh. “It was my pleasure.” His body slowly crept up her body while his mouth explored it as he went and snuggled at her back.

Strong arms stroked against the skin of her stomach underneath an old shirt she had borrowed from her boyfriend- or … Shaun. Whatever they were.

And just like that, everything tingled from his mere touch while his lips briefly brushed against her neck.

“I don’t think I like you wearing my shirt, Y/N.”

The sudden change of subject prompted her to turn her head to glance backwards at him. The serious tone in his voice was in contrast to the light humor in his brown eyes.

“Uh huh?”

“In fact,” Shaun’s fingers dragged the fabric higher inch by inch to uncover Y/N’s naked skin to his eyes as they grew darker with dangerous heat, “I think we should take it off.” He was all about the suspense when his face inched closer to hers with dark intent.

Not able to take it any longer, Y/N placed her hand against the back of his neck and yanked him towards her until his soft lips brushed against hers. A moan left her as soon as Shaun kissed her with a greedy passion, tasting herself on his lips. Rocking his pelvis against her core, Y/N could feel his hardness probing her dripping heat. The coldness of his amulet settled on her heaving chest and cooled the heat of her body.

Y/N groaned at the feel of Shaun’s tongue exploring the depths of her mouth while her fingers stroked his naked shoulder, getting to know him all over again after last night.

It had been kind of intense and set her whole body on fire while the tips of her fingers had admired the taut muscles of his abdomen, rendering her a salivating mess. A shuddering sigh wreaked through Shaun’s body when she felt a few elevations on his skin that resembled small scars.

Shaun was breathing heavily and let hot air exhale against Y/N’s lips as his face was inches away from hers. His eyes roamed over her body in a mysterious air that rendered her speechless.

“You drive me crazy.”

Y/N’s fingers were softly – almost distractedly – stroking the hair at the back of Shaun’s neck. “I seem to recall you saying that last night as well,” she whispered seductively.

Shaun smirked. “And I remember you calling me ‘God’ a lot.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

“Oh, am I?” His lips met hers in a soft caress, like some sort of good-morning kiss.

Humming low under her breath, Y/N couldn’t help wondering if she could remain in his arms and forget the world around them.

“What are you thinking?”

“You,” Y/N replied in an honest whisper, almost too scared to say it out loud. Like it was a secret just between them. “How much I like this.” She stroked his shoulders, enjoying the smooth sensation of his skin.

“Me too.” Shaun’s features appeared all soft as he asked in a murmur, “Are you hungry?”

Her eyes wandered over to his lips before she nodded mutely. “I could eat something,” she whispered.

“See you later, babe. Going over to Katy’s,” Shaun whispered against her lips in between soft kisses, letting warm air puff against her skin. “Miss you already.”

Y/N chuckled, but still sighed with the brief touches. “See you later, dork.” She pressed her lips together and stepped away from him with regret, loving the taste on her lips.

The flavor of boba was starting to become a distinct scent she would always associate with Shaun. He was secretly going to wreck her for any other guy.

“Now leave before I change my mind.” Despite knowing how candidly she truly meant it, she nudged him away to get rid of the temptation altogether.

Shaun put his hands in his pockets and revealed a pleased smile on his face. “Okay. I’ll see you.”

Y/N raised her eyebrows at his adorable antics. “Now go.”

He sent her a glance from under his eyelashes that made her reconsider her choice before he took over. “Okay, don’t have too much fun without me.”

Rolling her eyes, Y/N turned around and called over her shoulder, “No promises.” She was chuckling under her breath as she strolled in the other direction, hearing his footsteps recede in the distance with every step.

Y/N had just walked a few blocks down the sidewalk when the back of her neck was tingling with an uncomfortable sensation. A contemplative frown took over her features, forcing her to halt in her steps.

“He’s cute, you know.”

That voice. Instantly, Y/N felt her stomach drop as that familiarity hit, and the painful memories resurfaced. Not intending to go down that rabbit hole, Y/N kept walking and pretended like she hadn’t heard a thing.

The blonde assassin had no issue keeping up with her as she hurried to her side. “Oh, come on, just admit that you missed me,” she teased next to her.

Aggravation was shining in her eyes when they lingered on the familiar face. “I don’t have time for your games, Yelena.”

The Russian woman lifted her arms in mock surrender. “No games, promise. Just another Widow wanting to get reacquainted.”

Y/N snorted, as she refused to believe Yelena’s sudden innocent nature. The blonde woman might have her sentimental moments, but she shied away from showing it.

“Okay, that’s a lie, you caught me. You know after all this time, you’re still one of few people who could see right through me.”

All of a sudden, Y/N stopped in her tracks and let her hands splay on her hips. “What do you want?” she asked with determination.

As Yelena pursed her lips and tilted her head, a certain glint shone in her green eyes. “Maybe we could try one of American customs? Have brunch together?”

Y/N pretended like she was letting it go through her head. “I already had breakfast. Maybe next time, in another life, maybe.” She hoped Yelena would take the hint as she kept walking.

Her presence lingered steps away like a haunting memory she tried to leave behind.

“You made a promise, remember.”

The younger assassin’s resolute voice evoked a clenching sensation low in her stomach. Y/N clenched her jaw before she slowly turned around and for the first time took the time to truly look at her.

Since the last time she had seen her in the Red Room, there was something different about her. Her blonde tresses were tied in a messy ponytail and the tips of her hair fell in waves down her shoulders. Judging by her clothes - dark leather jacket over her dark green blouse which complimented her torn jeans, Yelena was growing into her own self.

It truly made Y/N realize what they all had been through and that they needed pieces of normalcy that reflected they were their own person again. That no one would ever control their beings ever again.

But there was something else. Something that was simmering under the surface.

“Why did I have a feeling you would throw that in my face?” Y/N inquired with a weariness in her voice.

“I’m not above fighting dirty if I have to,” Yelena muttered in her accented voice.

As much as Y/N hated her manipulation tactics, Yelena’s usage of them made her stop short and swallow. If the younger woman had it her way, she’d probably have the audacity to reveal herself to Shaun - or even worse - if she felt pushed into a corner.

Y/N placed a small smirk on her face. “But I guess there’s brunch for a reason, am I right?”

Yelena smiled at her approving words. “I so love when you see things my way.”

“Oh my God,” Yelena moaned loudly and closed her eyes in bliss.

One would think Yelena hadn’t eaten in decades, the way she was stuffing her face with pancakes.

A small part of her was staring in amusement while being conscious of the stares of the other guests.

“Those are some delicious pancakes. You want to try?”

“No, thank you.” Y/N smiled briefly while she was taking her time enjoying her cold beverage.

Perceptive green eyes followed Y/N stirring the blue drink. “Seems we both are craving small comforts, right? What’d you call it again?”

Y/N’s gaze turned soft, as much as she tried not to let her get to her. “Sago’t Gulaman.” She nodded once and whispered in agreement. “Small comforts.”

Yelena’s shifted around, like she was taking in her surroundings for the first time.

As if.

“You and your boyfriend go here a lot?”

Y/N sent her a look not to go there. “As if you don’t already know.”

Yelena shrugged. “I just think it’s nice. Going out, enjoying foods and drinks from your home.”

Y/N was watching her in consideration at her words. “That would require me to have a childhood in the first place,” she negated almost with boredom. The mention of her heritage still put a sour taste in her mouth, as much as she tried to regain her footing by touching on what she had missed. What the Red Room had done to all of them couldn’t be easily forgotten.

“And he’s not my boyfriend,” she mentioned with heat blossoming in her cheeks.

“Uh huh.” The blonde took a large gulp from her vodka and orange juice with a satisfied sigh. “It’s just … you Americans, and your weird food habits. Like pancakes for brunch? And with Screwdriver even? Who thought, huh? Maybe you really are Russians after all.”

Y/N took the time to glance outside while keeping the exits in her eyesight. “Well, thank God, I’m not an American, right?”

Like a giddy kid, Yelena was smiling with her face still stuffed with food. “Feels like old times, doesn’t it?”

Y/N frowned since Yelena’s memory seemed to differ from hers. “I don’t remember any fun times, not really.”

Yelena rolled her eyes. “You know what I mean. Surveillance, late at night. Just us and other girls.”

“You eating all the foods,” she continued painting the picture for her.

Yelena’s eyes widened. “Exactly.”

“You mean before Dreykov did the mind-meld on us? Those fun times?”

Exhaling heavily, Yelena leaned back in her seat and watched Y/N intensely with considering eyes.

Y/N leaned forward on her crossed arms on the table. “You want something, don’t you? So why don’t we skip the interrogation session covered as a moment of nostalgia, and you just tell me what you want?”

Yelena tilted her head. “What, no pleasantries? And I’m hardly interrogating you, Y/L/N.”

Y/N’s eyes turned serious. “I’m certain. I told you I was out for a reason. That part of my life is over.”

“I know that. And I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t have other choice.”

Y/N nodded her head. There was a part of her that did understand, as much as she foolishly thought she had put the past behind her. “How are the others?”

“I’ve woken some of them by now.”

Y/N inhaled deeply, knowing how much this meant to Yelena, as it did to her. They were all her sisters as well. “Good. They’ve been under the Red Room’s control long enough. It’s time they woke up.”

“But it’s still not enough,” she admitted and averted her eyes. “Don’t make me beg,” she muttered under her breath, like a heavy secret weighing on her.

Y/N crossed her arms. It made her wonder that Yelena asked for help in the first place. “Why now?”

“Something happened to me while I was freeing Ana.” Yelena spoke slowly as she forced the words from her lips like it would free her by confiding in Y/N. “One second, I was right there, and next I blink, the next five years had passed.”

Y/N sighed. Getting dusted was not something she wished on anyone. Except Dreykov - that bastard could rot in hell. But still, Y/N felt for the young Belova.

Abruptly, Yelena’s head whipped in the air before her eyes zeroed in on her. “Do you know what it feels knowing you lost all this time of your life and the next second you find out your own sister died saving the world?”

Y/N had hoped the mention of her sister would follow way later. Or not at all. “I heard what happened to Natasha. I’m sorry.”

Yelena’s blank face saw right through her. “There’s no need to lie.”

“I’m too tired to talk ill of people who are dead. I never hated Romanoff.”

Yelena’s eyebrows rose. “No, you just strongly disliked her.”

Her ears were ringing once her last moment with Natasha came to mind. “She made her choice all those years ago. I was the one who stayed, trying to keep you and everyone else safe from the darkness of the Red Room.”

Yelena’s sudden sentiment of comfort took her by surprise when she covered her hand with hers. The warmth of her skin filled Y/N with a feeling of being home again.

“And you will never know how grateful I am that you did. I just … things are different now and I … never felt more alone than ever. It’s funny how I freed so many Widows, we have this network of female assassins, and I feel so isolated in this world.”

“You aren’t,” Y/N whispered with conviction.

Yelena tilted her head and gazed up at her from under her eyelashes. “So, you will help me?”

“You didn’t have to ask.” Y/N took a sip of her drink. “You know, all these manipulation tactics of yours weren’t even necessary. You shouldn’t have gone for the jugular.”

Looking teary-eyed at Y/N, Yelena replied, “You say, you’re not an American, and you still are sucker for this emotional stuff, admit it. Talking about emotional – how is that hunk of a boyfriend of yours?”

“Could you stop talking about Shaun?”

“Shaun…” Yelena spoke slowly, “He looks … delectable.”

“It’s weird when you’re trying to be a normal girl who’s just talking about boys, Yelena.”

“Does he know?” she whispered ominously and kept her gaze fixed on her while sipping her milkshake through a straw.

Y/N snorted, just imagining that scenario. “How would that conversation even go? ‘Hey, Shaun, listen, looks like I’m a world-class assassin who was trained by the best to manipulate men and kill them without even blinking. What do you want for lunch, babe?’”

The cynic in Yelena made another appearance. “Maybe you’re fooling yourself. A normal life, you think you can have that? How does that work, by the way? He’s in the kitchen, holding a knife in his hands, do you get flashbacks when that happens?”

“Kind of hypocritical to free all those Widows while refusing to believe they can ever be normal again.”

Yelena lifted her palms in the air as an offering. “I’m a deep well.”

“Let’s just get this over with. Where are we going?”

“Bucharest. Home of art and culture,” Yelena admitted.

“Maybe that’s why I’m lone wolf, nothing and no one is holding me back.” Yelena was still proving her sarcastic self and leaned next to the doorjamb while Y/N was trying to unlock the door to Shaun’s apartment.

Without looking at her, Y/N said, “That’s a sad way to live, Yelena,” and finally managed to open the door before she stepped inside.

She could feel Yelena shrugging behind her when she replied, “It’s a safe way to live.” She called out into the apartment, “Hello, boyfriend of Y/N’s. We come in peace.”

Y/N sent her a glare over her shoulder as she was passing her. “Shaun, you here?”

“You have key already? You’ve been moving fast.”

Y/N was glancing around as she muttered absentmindedly, “Stop stalking me. You sound utterly creepy.”

“What can I say? It’s a talent of mine.” She followed her example by going one step further and peeked at Shaun’s mail instead. “Did he dip already?”

Something caught her eye which made her frown. The familiarity of Shaun’s handwriting made her stop short before the beginnings of a letter stood out.

‘Dear Y/N…’

Y/N bit her lip once the message became apparent. Merely scanning the small letter, Y/N was still confused by the contents. Something about needing to do something important with Katy and that he was going to come back soon.

Not wanting to read anymore, Y/N let the piece of paper drop on the table again as heat grew in her cheeks. “Let’s just get out of here. The plane for Bucharest isn’t waiting forever.”

Yelena narrowed her eyes. “Mmmh, if you say so.”

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layanasstories · 3 years ago

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I posted 220 times in 2021

126 posts created (57%)

94 posts reblogged (43%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 0.7 posts.

I added 890 tags in 2021

#duskwood - 128 posts

#duskwood everbyte - 126 posts

#duskwood game - 117 posts

#duskwood jake - 112 posts

#duskwood jake x player - 107 posts

#duskwood mc - 107 posts

#duskwood jake x mc - 105 posts

#duskwood episode 7 - 30 posts

#duskwood ep7 - 29 posts

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Longest Tag: 113 characters

#don’t forget to think about the real reason for this day; we all love v but the original history is important. <3

My Top Posts in 2021

One shot - regrets.

"Hey Grandma, can I ask you something?"

"Of course you can dear. What is it you want to ask?"

"Do you regret something in your life, or in the past?"

"Hmm, not that I can think of"

"Ooh come on.. there must be something"

"There is something, but are you old enough to hear it?"

"Grandma! I am 22, I think I am old enough!"

"Alright, alright I will tell you. When I was around your age, maybe a bit older. I was in luck to meet the most wonderful, bright and loving man I ever met."

"Was it Grandpa?"

"No my dear, and thats what I regret. Don't get me wrong. I love your grand father, he was a good man for me. But I regret, never chasing this man, and just take the leap and see where it would end"

"You didn't? Why?"

"Oh secrets I cannot tell you love. But oh goodness did he steal my heart"

"What was his name Granny?"

"Jake, his name was Jake"

111 notes • Posted 2021-07-30 18:18:04 GMT

I was wondering... can we just make this a common thing? Like that way we can recognise Duskwooders in the wild?

For example when someone is being rude, just say. "Don't you dare to pull a Dan on me!"

Or when someone is nosy... "Really Cleo?"

Or maybe when someone is being a bit of a whimp "Oh you're such a Tommyboy"

117 notes • Posted 2021-06-07 06:39:49 GMT

Jake x the Group

Lilly: I want to hold a vote

The group: goes beserk...

Jake interrupts with his video

The group incl MC: what did I just see?🤨

....

MC: uhm... Jake? Did you just share your tiktok dance video?

Jake: ....

....

All phones die at the same time.

120 notes • Posted 2021-02-24 17:52:55 GMT

Jessy? X MC

MC ranting to her friend

MC: Jessy, I know you think he creepy and all that. But you don't know him like I do.

MC: He is kind and funny. He protecs me when I needed and he is sweet. Also confusing, see he said he cares about me. But I care about friends too, really hope he didn't frienzone me. Because, I am head over heals for this guy. I know it's weird I never saw his face or heard his real voice. But I fell in love with him anyway. Is that weird Jessy?

Jake: No, it's not. I am 100% sure I am in love with you too.

Jake: Also, I am 100% sure, I am not Jessica

MC: ...

MC: 😱

MC now offline

MC now online

MC: Wait. What?!

Jake: ;)

Jake now offline

135 notes • Posted 2021-02-22 07:42:54 GMT

Jake x MC

- after he has read Phil and Jessy's chat.

Jake: what are you going to anwser, if Jessica asks you?

MC: what do you want me to say?

Jake: the truth.

MC: and the truth is? Am I still single, Jake?

Jake: ...

Jake: No.

***Jake offline***

775 notes • Posted 2021-02-10 09:05:41 GMT

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sh-rare-pair-exchange · 3 years ago

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Backflips are Always Necessary

For @amchara

Summary: “For real? You have a crush on Simon?” Alec’s eyebrows were so high they were nearly in his hairline. “Lower your voice.” Jace glanced back to see that Simon was still talking, laughing and smiling, completely oblivious to the internal meltdown Jace was having across the bar. “I don’t have a crush. I just—” He paused, not sure how to put his not-a-crush into words. “Want to stare at him longingly from across the room while he sings love songs?” Magnus kept his voice low, but it was still full of sass as he continued, “Want to see how long he can hold you up against the wall of the training room?” And then he said in a more sultry tone, “Want to drag your teeth down his abs?” ~~~ Jace and Simon have been working and training together for months. When did Simon get so hot??

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“The backflips are so unnecessary.”

Jace shot a quick grin at Simon, and then did another backflip over Simon’s head, landing behind him. He whirled and swung his sword, and Simon just barely dodged the blow—but the tip of Jace’s sword caught the edge of his shirt, slicing cleanly through the fabric. Simon scowled down at it, poking a finger through the hole.

“Not so unnecessary when it distracts you,” Jace responded with a grin, bouncing on the balls of his feet. It was getting harder and harder to score a hit on Simon, and a rush of victory ran through him. This was fun.

“Dude!” Simon glared at him, and then started tugging his shirt off. “This was brand new!”

Jace smirked as Simon held his sword in one hand and his shirt in the other, frowning down at it. Jace swiped the sweat off his forehead; they’d been at it for nearly an hour. Simon was always strong, it came with being a vampire, but he’d learned so quickly these past few months. His reflexes rivaled Jace’s, and he’d gone from constantly being put on his back to knocking Jace on his ass more often than he should. Jace almost hated to admit it, but he was kind of proud of the little nerd.

Not so little, Jace thought, unable to tear his eyes away from Simon’s torso. He didn’t need to breathe, but he still did automatically, and with every breath his chest flexed. He wasn’t as built as Jace was, but he was agile, lean, power flowing through each fluid movement of his body. Jace could imagine dragging his fingers down those strong pecs, over his nipples, down his stomach, past his belly button and following the little trail of hair that led to—

“Jace!”

Jace jerked his head up to see Simon with his sword raised, shirt discarded on the floor, ready for another round. “You okay, man? You zoned out there. Need to tap out?”

Heat swirled in Jace’s gut as he stared at Simon, those dark eyes looking at him intently. What the fuck? He shook his head, falling easily back into a defensive stance.

“Yeah, you’d like that,” Jace said, forcing another grin, keeping his eyes trained resolutely on Simon’s face. His face, not his stupid washboard abs and— “Let’s go.” And then he lunged forward.

Simon wasn’t ready for the aggressive attack, and he stumbled backwards a step before parrying Jace’s blow. They continued to move across the training mat, gaining and giving ground to each other as they sparred. Jace let his muscles move on auto-pilot, his mind stuck on whatever the fuck just happened. He had been ogling Simon. Simon. Nerdy vampire Simon, who nearly did a cartwheel when he found the lego version of Kylo Ren’s shuttle on Ebay for a price he could actually afford. Simon, who thought his ‘James Bond’ face was an effective method of seduction. Simon, whose idea of a good time was sitting on his ass and playing Halo until 3AM.

Okay, so he was right about the Halo thing. But he was Simon. He was not attractive. Jace didn’t go for guys often, but when he did, they weren’t whiny whimps that just so happened to be stupidly built, with dark brown eyes that focused so intently on Jace when they were arguing or sparring or doing anything ever, and a freakishly charming smile with full lips that Jace could so easily imagine pressed against his own, dragging down his jaw, sliding over his throat—

A hard impact against a solid surface jarred Jace out of his thoughts. He blinked once, focusing on the gleaming grin that was inches in front of his face. He registered heat, and something solid pressing him against the cool brick of the wall—Simon. Simon had him pinned against the wall, their hips slotted together easily, Simon’s face so close that his hot breath fanned over Jace’s cheek.

“You’re really off your game today.” Simon’s teeth gleamed as he smiled, his body taut and tight against Jace’s. Simon had Jace’s wrists pinned on each side of his head, and something sparked down Jace’s spine, radiating a delicious tightness throughout his body. Jace stared at Simon for a beat, and the sword Jace was still holding onto fell from his hand with a clatter.

“I can be distracting too,” Simon said in a teasing tone that definitely did not cause a flush to run through Jace’s body, “and I didn’t even need a backflip.”

Irritation (and that was it, only irritation) flared high in Jace’s belly, and he tried to shove Simon off. But of course Simon was a fucking vampire with stupid superstrength. He didn’t budge; in fact his smirk said he seemed to enjoy Jace struggling and fuck he was getting hard fuck fuck fuck.

Jace twisted his leg at the knee, hooking around Simon’s calf and jerking. Simon let out a very undignified yelp as he fell to the ground, landing hard on the mat on his back. His smirk was still in place as he looked up at Jace. It made his stupidly adorable dimples more prominent, and Jace exhaled through his nose as his heart gave an extra-hard thud against his chest.

“Your form is still shit,” he said tersely. “Maybe focus on that instead of cracking jokes all the time.” Then he spun on his heel and walked away, ignoring Simon cackling behind him.

~~~

He didn’t see Simon for the next several days. He was training with Alec and researching with Clary and doing basically anything that kept his mind busy (and his body away from wherever Simon was). Because when his brain wasn’t occupied, it kept digging up memories. Of every sparring session that ended with one of them on their back, every grin that Jace hadn’t read as flirtatious at the time, every smart-ass remark or argument where Jace wanted to throw Simon up against the wall.

And of those memories that Jace had boxed up and locked away in the far corner of his mind. Like that night when Simon had drunk his blood.

Jace had known it would feel good; people didn’t get addicted to a vampire’s bite for no reason. But the entire situation was the farthest thing from sexy—Simon was on the edge of death, and he needed Jace’s blood to heal him. Jace hadn’t expected the electric charge that had gone through his body when Simon’s lips pressed against his wrist, or the heat that tangled in his gut as Simon pulled blood from his body.

He’d told himself it was just the adrenaline, and the euphoria from Simon’s vampire venom. But now, after how his body had reacted in the training room, he wasn’t so sure. His brain kept flickering back to the memory of Simon’s hard body pinning him to the wall, of his mouth just inches away from Jace’s face, of Simon’s thigh pressing against his, in the perfect spot to just ghost over his—

“Stop.” He set the dagger he’d been cleaning down a little more roughly than he should have, and he felt Isabelle’s disapproving frown before he saw it.

“I don’t know what crawled up your ass, but don’t take it out on my equipment.” Isabelle picked up the dagger, giving it a critical look before rubbing it carefully with the cloth in her hand.

“It’s fine.” Jace sighed. This wasn’t working, no matter what he did, Simon just kept crawling back into his head like an annoying little gnat. With really nice gnat arms. Fuck.

Okay. Clearly some weird, hind part of his brain had suddenly decided it found Simon attractive. It had decided it way too many times over the past few days, from how often he’d found himself with his cock in his hand, stroking himself to the memory of Simon pressing him against the wall of the training room.

Which, yeah, objectively Jace could understand it—Simon had the smoking body that was only getting hotter the longer he trained. But the second Simon opened his mouth, he negated all the allure his washboard abs and ridiculously firm ass brought him.

He argued. Like, all the time. He questioned every decision Jace made, wanted to know the hows and whys and ‘maybe we should try this’ or ‘why do we always have to do what Jace says’ and maybe it’s because Jace actually knew what the fuck he was doing, Simon.

He also rambled about the nerdiest shit; he had once spent two hours going on about why the tenth Doctor was the best Doctor, and why the ninth was ‘vastly underrated.’ First of all, Jace had no idea why Simon went through so many doctors and it worried him. Second, the only reason Jace hadn’t cut Simon’s tongue out that night was because Clary had hidden his knives and he was too drunk to find them.

But, Jace had to admit, he had seen another side of Simon over the past several months. He’d gone from hardly being able to hold a sword to holding his own against Jace with not only it, but also several other weapons. He’d proven himself more than capable in the field, with his quick wit, ability to think on his feet, and a relentless cleverness that had surprised everyone (even Jace had to admit he was impressed when Simon tricked the Piskies into signing a treaty by using their own crazy logic against them). Plus, when he used his words for things that actually mattered, like recommending new music for Jace (his ability to put together the perfect playlist for whatever mood Jace was in was almost uncanny), or showing Jace a new strategy in Call of Duty, he was actually pleasant to talk to. Maybe even fun. So it was possible, maybe, that Jace could understand why his dick had decided to overlook how disgustingly dorky Simon was.

In any other circumstances, Jace knew what he would do—he’d flirt. Like, hardcore flirt. And if Simon flirted back, Jace would make a move—ask him out, or just have another training session in a more… secluded location and see what happened.

But this was Simon. Jace had no idea if he even liked guys—he’d only ever seen Simon date girls. And while he was pretty sure he’d caught Simon staring at his ass once or twice, that was hardly a good barometer for if Simon wanted to do more than look. Jace had a really great ass; it would catch anyone’s eye.

“You wanna talk about it?” Isabelle asked way-too-casually as she began placing the weapons back in their holders.

“Not really.” Jace handed her a dagger, steadfastly avoiding her gaze. Asking anyone about Simon’s… preferences was out of the question. Especially Isabelle or Clary. First they’d die laughing and then they’d probably try to do some kind of romcom set-up thing. Jace would rather poke his eye out with his steele than deal with any of that.

Isabelle hummed, and he waited. Surely she would poke and prod and try to force Jace to talk and that was not happening. He was going to take his illicit fantasies of Simon blowing him on the training mat to the grave.

So he was surprised when Isabelle simply said, “Okay,” and continued putting weapons away. They worked in silence for a moment until Isabelle asked, “Are you coming with us to the bar tonight? Simon’s playing a set.”

“What do I care if Simon’s playing?” The words were out of his mouth before he realized he was going to say them, and he refrained from rolling his eyes at his total lack of chill. Get a grip. So what if his brain was pulling up memories of Simon strumming his guitar, crooning soulfully into the mic? Memories he’d never considered sexy before. But now, just the thought of them sent a gentle heat swirling through his torso.

He clenched his jaw. This was ridiculous; he felt like a horny teenager that just figured out how to masturbate.

Isabelle arched an eyebrow at him. “I didn’t say you did. I just think it’ll be fun and, no offense, but you really look like you can use some of that right now.”

Jace forced a rueful chuckle. “Watching Simon croak out his latest emo ballad-of-the-week is the last thing I’d do for fun.”

Isabelle’s face went from amused to contemplative. The fake grin fell off his face; he knew that look. It was the same one she used when they sparred, when she was considering if she should take him out at the knee or disarm him first, or when she was putting together an outfit for an important date. She was puzzling something out, putting pieces together in her head, and this was one puzzle Jace did not want her to put together.

“You said you liked his music,” she said thoughtfully, taking a step closer. “That it had ‘soul.’”

Jace snorted, even as his heart sped up in his chest, because he had totally said that. He’d been a little drunk at the time and he didn’t think Isabelle could hear him because she was sucking face with Clary a few feet over. (No, it didn’t bother him that his adoptive sister was hooking up with his ex. Okay, it did for like a week but he got over it.)

“Doesn’t sound like something I’d say.” He turned away from Isabelle, like if she kept looking in his eyes, she’d know that he was imagining Simon singing Lover while staring right at Jace. Which Jace totally wasn’t imagining. Because he hated that song. Taylor Swift was the worst.

“I have other plans tonight. You guys have fun.” He strode out the door, feeling Isabelle’s stare following him. Whatever. He was going to go find something to hit, and then find a date for tonight. He was totally not going to go watch Simon sing.

~~~

He was not here to watch Simon sing. He just literally had nothing better to do. He had done every single job he could possibly do at the Institute, he couldn’t find the book he was reading, and the drinks here were the cheapest in town (free, since his brother-in-law owned the place and all).

He had nabbed a stool in a dark back corner of the bar on the lower level; a stage had been set up across the room, and Jace watched as Simon adjusted his equipment. He was nervous; Jace could tell by how he kept re-tuning his guitar and his inability to stand in one spot for longer than three seconds. He also kept glancing up and scanning the room, as though he was looking for something. He apparently wasn’t finding it from how he would frown and look back at his guitar while muttering under his breath. With his vampire senses, Simon should be able to see Jace even in his dark corner, but if he noticed Jace, he didn’t make it apparent. A cold bead of disappointment formed in his chest at the thought that Simon might not notice him, and Jace brushed it away.

Clary, Isabelle, and Alec were sitting at a table not far from the stage. Jace had waved at Maia when he came in, and he recognized other familiar faces around the bar. It was a larger crowd than Simon usually played for, and his first time playing at Magnus’s club, which was probably why he was more nervous than Jace had ever seen him. As Simon did one last sound check, his mouth twisted in an uncharacteristic frown, Jace was suddenly struck by the urge to run up to the stage and wrap his arms around Simon, reeling him in tight so he could whisper in his ear, ‘Untwist your panties. If you can take out a fire demon without breaking a sweat, you can plunk out five songs in front of a few dozen people.’ Simon would pull back and smile at him, highlighting those stupid dimples—

“Well, well, well. Look who decided they could make it tonight after all.”

Only years of training kept Jace from jerking in surprise at hearing Magnus’s voice so close behind him. He tossed back the rest of the bourbon he’d been nursing, focusing on getting his stupid emotions under control before turning to Magnus. Whose ever-present smile aimed directly at Jace.

“Isabelle said you were otherwise engaged.”

“My plans changed, so.” Jace nodded at the bartender, who poured him another drink.

“One for me, please,” Magnus said, sliding onto the stool next to Jace. The bartender grabbed a glass for Magnus. On the other side of the room, Simon began his set, launching into a slow song Jace had never heard before. Jace wasn’t sure to be irritated or thankful that Magnus had shown up; one part of him wanted to be alone so he could drink in every moment of Simon on stage in private. The other part of him was horrified about the entire thing, begging Jace to ask Magnus to check if he was under the influence of a spell that made you lose all common sense.

They sat in silence for a moment, long enough for Jace to wonder if maybe Magnus just didn’t want to be subjected to Clary and Isabelle’s overenthusiastic antics during Simon’s set. Currently they were both swaying and holding up lighters while Alec sat with his arms crossed, looking like he was ready to sink into the floor next to them. Jace couldn’t stop a corner of his mouth from pulling up as he watched Simon’s face light up with amusement as he sang to the crowd.

“So,” Magnus said, and Jace turned to see him leaning back, looking at Jace knowingly, “that was quite the display in the training room the other day.”

Jace’s gut twisted, but he kept his face neutral as he replied, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh?” Magnus leaned forward, grinning way too wide. “You don’t remember that—” he pointed to Simon, who was accepting a smattering of applause at finishing his first song, grinning sheepishly he made some kind of joke that Jace didn’t catch but he was sure was impossibly corny— “sexy hunk of vampire pressing you up against the wall? Too bad; it’s certainly an image I’ll remember for the rest of my days.” Magnus took another sip of his whiskey, watching Jace expectantly.

Jace frowned, shifting in his seat. He had thought he and Simon were alone, but he should know better by now. “What were you doing there?”

“I had just had lunch with my husband and was on my way out when I heard the most enticing grunts and gasps coming from the training room.” Magnus grinned again as Jace rolled his eyes, trying to cover the heat he felt rushing to his face. “You know me,” Magnus continued, enjoying himself way too much, “I like to be where the action is.”

“There was no action!” Jace replied indignantly. On the stage, Simon had switched from his keyboard to his guitar, strumming a song with a melody Jace vaguely recognized from one of the mixes Simon had made for him.

“Are you sure? Certainly seemed like there was some below-the-belt action from my perspective.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Jace replied through clenched teeth. He didn’t even know why he was getting so irritated, or why his heart was beating so hard he was surprised the bar wasn’t shaking.

“Me? Ridiculous?” Magnus scoffed, turning his attention to Simon, leaning in closer to Jace and speaking conspiratorially. “What’s the problem? He’s cute, capable, has a pleasant enough voice… that I distinctly remember you telling me ‘had soul.’” Magnus rolled his head until he caught Jace’s eye, and Jace groaned, falling back against the barstool. Magnus looked back at Simon, continuing, “Maybe he’s a little… nerdy, but some guys like that type.”

“I don’t,” Jace replied immediately, even as a little voice in his head, one that sounded suspiciously like Isabelle said, ‘Oh, you so do.’

Magnus hummed. “Your lips say no, but your eyes have been saying yes all evening. Why, I’m surprised he can still sit on that stool, with how hard you’ve been eye-fucking him all night.” Magnus nodded towards Simon, and Jace lowered his head, raising one hand to cover his eyes.

“By the angel. I’ve only been here twenty minutes. And I’m not—eye-fucking anyone.”

“A few more minutes in that training room, and it would have been actual—”

“Magnus!” Jace whirled on him, scowling. “Can you please not be so… you?” Magnus grinned, taking another sip of his drink.

Jace glanced over at the stage, his heart skipping a beat as he saw Simon staring directly at him. He was strumming his guitar, his eyes alight, and a delicate warmth surged through Jace’s torso as Simon sang. Jace had seen Simon sing before, and he was always good, but tonight, he was—he was fucking breathtaking.

He was wearing a t-shirt, but it was far from his typical, colorful shirts with sayings like ‘Mordor Fun Run’ or ‘I had friends on that Death Star.’ Jace half-wondered if Simon had stolen the tight, black t-shirt from his closet. The stage lights bathed him in a soft, golden light, giving him an almost ethereal glow as he sang into the mic. His voice was strong, soulful, his dark eyes locked on Jace as his fingers effortlessly moved over the guitar strings.

Jace kept waiting for Simon to look away. But he didn’t, and Jace found himself unable to break the connection. The whispered conversations around him fell away, the anxiety in his body faded, and for a moment Jace felt like they were the only two people in the room.

Then Magnus cleared his throat and Jace jerked in his seat, looking over at him. By the time he turned back to Simon, the song had ended, and Simon was smiling at the crowd, introducing his next song.

“Oh yes,” Magnus said with raised eyebrows. “There’s absolutely zero eye-fucking going on here.”

Jace ran a hand through his hair, glancing between Magnus and Simon. Then he grabbed his glass, downing the rest of his drink in one gulp, enjoying the burn of it down his throat. After he set it down, he turned to Magnus. “It’s just. It’s Simon. He’s so—”

“Annoying? Immature? Very enthusiastic about rather… odd things?”

“Yes!” Jace breathed.

“And also smart and sexy and surprisingly magnetic and intense?”

“Yes.” Jace let his head slump down until his forehead hit the bar.

Magnus laughed, reaching one hand out to squeeze Jace’s shoulder. “It’s okay to be attracted to a nerd. I won’t tell anyone.” He stood up, walking around to Jace’s other side, and Jace picked up his head. “I’ll leave you to stew in your unresolved sexual tension for now, but please feel free to join us. You know, your friends?” Magnus gestured towards the table at the front. “I promise the view will be much better up close.”

Jace knew his face was flaming as Magnus winked at him and then strode away towards the stage. He settled back in his bar stool, his heart doing a somersault in his chest as Simon’s gaze came back to him with another grin. Jace’s mouth automatically formed a half-smile back before he caught himself.

Jace nodded to the bartender as Simon launched into another song. He needed at least one more drink before he had to deal with his friends. And honestly, the less people that saw whatever his face looked like when he watched Simon play, the better.

~~~

Jace slid into an empty chair next to Alec a few moments after Simon finished his last song. Clary and Isabelle had wandered over to the bar, and Jace gave Alec a nod, which he returned with a raised eyebrow.

“I was wondering when you’d make your way over here.” Alec took a sip of his beer, and from the small smirk on his lips, Jace didn’t have to wonder if Magnus had told Alec about what he’d seen in the training room.

“I was running late.” Jace glanced over to see Simon chatting with a few very excited girls on the side of the stage.

“You were brooding in the corner.”

“I wasn’t brooding,” Jace said, frowning as one of the girls put a hand on Simon’s bicep, squeezing and laughing. “I was contemplating.” Simon grinned at the girl, and Jace turned back to Alec, ignoring the sour feeling in his gut that was totally not jealousy. “Like you’re one to talk about brooding, anyway.”

Alec opened his mouth to retort, but was interrupted by Magnus sliding into the seat next to his. “I love it when he broods,” Magnus said, leaning into Alec’s side. Alec’s cheeks turned pink as he rolled his eyes, but the grin on his face told Jace he didn’t really mind.

Jace glanced over at the bar where Clary and Isabelle were standing very close together, smiling and laughing. As he watched, Clary leaned in and kissed Isabelle softly, their hands tangling together. He turned back to the table, only to be met with Alec and Magnus staring into each other’s eyes. He sighed; apparently tonight was going to be a big reminder that everyone else was head-over-heels in love while he was in the corner, alone and salivating over Simon ‘Call me ‘Your Lordship Daylighter’’ Lewis.

So this is what rock bottom feels like, Jace thought as he took another gulp of his drink.

“Did you enjoy Simon’s show?” Alec’s voice was just on the edge of teasing, and Jace forced his face to remain blank.

“It was fine.”

“He was captivated.” Magnus was enjoying himself way too much.

“I was not—”

“I’m having a very hard time with the idea of you being captivated by Simon.” One corner of Alec’s mouth was quirked up in what, for him, passed as a small smile, but Jace could see the question in his eyes—Are you really into Simon? Like, Simon Lewis? “I know you’ve been training with him a lot lately—”

“In many different areas,” Magnus added. Alec shot him a look, and Magnus shrugged, but sat back in his chair as Alec turned back to Jace.

“—but I thought you didn’t really like him. Because he’s annoying.”

He is completely annoying, Jace thought automatically. But then he sighed. That was a lie. It was true when he and Simon had first met, back when they only saw each other as rivals for Clary’s affections. But it wasn’t true now. It hadn’t been for a while. Somewhere along the way, he’d developed genuine affection for Simon.

Gross.

Jace was horrible at hiding things from Alec, and he realized that at this point, it was fruitless anyway. He shrugged helplessly, and Alec’s mouth dropped open.

“For real? You have a crush on Simon?”

“Lower your voice.” Jace glanced back at the bar to see that Simon was still talking to the girls, laughing and smiling, completely oblivious to the internal meltdown Jace was having across the bar. “I don’t have a crush. I just—” He paused, not sure how to put his not-a-crush into words.

“Want to stare at him longingly from across the room while he sings love songs?” Magnus kept his voice low, but it was still full of sass as he continued, “Want to see how long he can hold you up against the wall of the training room?” And then he said in a more sultry tone, “Want to drag your teeth down his abs?”

Alec turned to his husband, a perturbed look on his face, which Magnus scoffed at.

“Oh, Alexander, don’t look at me like that. It’s not like we haven’t talked about his abs. And his perfect little dimples.”

“He’s the worst,” Jace said, sneaking another look at those dimples that were being wasted on drunk girls at the bar. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” he sighed, turning back to Alec, who was still staring at him as if he’d grown another head. “I just—can’t get him out of my head.” After another quick look over his shoulder to make sure Clary and Isabelle were still at the bar, he quietly asked, “Is he even into guys?”

Alec snorted as Magnus’s head tilted. “Oh, honey,” Magnus said, “That’s a rhetorical question, right?”

Jace frowned at Magnus, and then out of the corner of his eye he saw Simon approaching the table.

“Shut up, he’s coming,” he mumbled, and the look Alec gave him told Jace he would definitely be talking about it later.

“Hey! You made it!” Simon thunked down in the seat next to Jace, his grin making his dimples even more apparent than usual. His knee bumped against Jace’s, and just that light contact reminded Jace of that last training session—Simon’s body pressing hard against his own, Simon’s face and chest so close that Jace could’ve leaned forward and licked—

He cleared his throat, trying to shift his upper body away from Simon. His traitorous legs, though, refused to budge and kept lightly brushing against Simon’s knee under the table. “Izzy said I had to,” he blurted, ignoring Magnus’s snort into his wine glass.

Simon chuckled, his smile dimming slightly, and a stab of shame hit Jace in the chest that he was the cause of it. He was possessed by a crazy urge to apologize, to say anything to bring that smile back full force and fuck he had to be going insane.

“I wasn’t sure if you knew I was playing.” Simon fiddled with a guitar pic in his hand, a nervous habit that Jace had seen before. He wasn’t sure why Simon would be nervous now though; the gig was over. “I looked for you at the Institute, but couldn’t find you. Figured you were out on a mission or something.” Simon paused, nervousness flickering over his face as he asked, “So what’d you think?” He turned his big, dark eyes on Jace and waited.

A million responses flew through Jace’s head—It was better than a root canal—You didn’t suck (at least not in the way I want you to)—Can you stroke my cock as well as you stroke your keyboard?—Why can’t I stop thinking about you?—Can I drag my teeth down your abs?—but luckily what came out was, “It was a really good set. I even recognized a few of the songs.”

Simon’s smile came back full force, and for fuck’s sake, it was like the sun came out and goddamn birds started singing. That same delicate warmth from before started simmering inside Jace’s entire body, and he couldn’t stop himself from smiling back. Next to him, he could practically hear Alec staring at him, and he definitely heard Magnus emit a smug, happy little hum of approval.

“Yeah, I was thinking you might.” Simon turned his body more towards Jace, which pressed his knee more firmly into Jace’s. The heat in Jace’s veins sparked hotter, and he clasped his hands together in his lap, lest he do something stupid like reach out and touch Simon.

“I put some of them on the playlists I made for you.” Simon chuckled again, and fuck it was adorable. “Which, I mean, I don’t even know if you listened to them—”

“You made Jace playlists?” Alec’s voice was nothing short of amazed, and when Jace turned to him, he was staring at Simon with his eyebrows practically in his hairline. “Of music? And he listened to them?”

Simon shrugged, moving the guitar pic over his knuckles. “Well I just said I didn’t know—”

“Oh, he’s listened to them.” Magnus was smiling as he leaned forward, and Jace suppressed a groan. “He told me they had—gosh, what was it you said, Jace?” He tilted his head as Jace glared at him. “Oh yeah—soul.”

“Really?” Simon was staring at Jace now, smiling again, and Jace could feel his cheeks flaming up.

“They—they were good,” Jace said, looking at the table, at the empty stage, anywhere but at Simon’s smiling face, Alec's stunned one, or Magnus’s entirely-too-delighted one. I have to get out of here.

Jace prided himself on his control, his ability to think clearly through the worst, most stressful situations. And he didn’t know what it was about Simon, but he was knocking Jace entirely off-kilter, and he didn’t like it one bit.

Luckily at that moment a waitress arrived, setting a dark drink with a pink umbrella down on the table. “For you,” she said to Simon, an expression of surprise falling over his face. “From them.” She pointed back at the bar, to where the girls Simon had been talking to earlier were waving at him.

Simon glanced at them and then picked up the drink, sniffing it. It was blood, Jace realized, and the sour feeling in his stomach returned.

“Oh, wow. It’s the good stuff,” Simon said. He grinned. “No one’s ever sent me a drink before.” He turned and gave a small wave over to the girls, who smiled and waved back.

Jace’s gut twisted, and he found himself glaring at the women before he could stop himself. They didn’t even notice him; they were too busy making moon eyes at Simon.

He rolled his eyes, turning back to the table. “What do you expect from vampire groupies? They’ll do whatever they can to get you to take a bite.”

The table went silent, and he looked up to see Alec and Magnus exchanging a look. Simon’s smile had dropped into a frown.

“They’re not groupies,” Simon said, irritation in his voice.

Clary and Isabelle appeared then, dropping into their seats on the other side of Simon. “Hey, Si,” Clary said with a wicked grin, “one of the girls at the bar said she’d be interested in a ‘private show.’” She giggled, and Isabelle smiled, shaking her head.

Jace arched an eyebrow at Simon, and he sighed. “They’re not vampire groupies. They’re… normal groupies.”

“You deserve all the groupies.” Clary reached over and squeezed his arm.

“Clearly it’s the wardrobe.” Isabelle looked over Simon, smiling in approval. “Glad you took my advice.”

Of course Isabelle dressed Simon. Jace didn’t know if he should thank her or kill her.

Simon looked down at himself, his shoulders hunching in self-consciously. “I don’t know. I think it’s all still too tight.”

“Nonsense.” Magnus smiled brightly, and Jace didn’t like the look in his eye one bit. “You look amazing. Don’t you think so, Jace?”

Jace froze as all eyes turned to him. He was going to kill Magnus. And Isabelle. Just everyone. Do not look at Simon, do not look at Simon. He shrugged. “He looks fine,” he mumbled to the table.

“You should go say hi,” Clary said, and Jace picked his head up to see her addressing Simon. “Isn’t that one of the perks of being an amazing musician? Having girls fawn all over you.”

“Not just girls,” Magnus muttered, just low enough for Jace to hear (and, with his vampire hearing, probably Simon as well), and Jace’s blood turned to ice in his veins. He never should have come here tonight. He should have worked out or stayed in his room and jerked off. Again.

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see one of the groupies approaching their table, and Simon was opening his mouth, probably to tell Clary that she was right and he does deserve all the groupies and a stab of irritation hit him in his chest. He was this weird mass of tension and emotion, and he’d probably do something really stupid if he stayed there another second.

“I gotta go.” He stood up abruptly, ignoring the surprise on his friend’s faces.

“What? But you just—” Simon was interrupted by the girl—the groupie—coming to stand next to him.

“Hey, Simon,” she said with a smile. “Do you wanna come have your drink with me and my friends at the bar?”

Jace turned on his heel, not wanting to hear Simon accept her offer. He was out the door and had turned the corner into the alley next to the club when he heard quick footsteps behind him and a hand fell on his shoulder.

“Alec, can we please not do this—” Jace turned, prepared to fend off a worried Alec when he stopped short at the sight of Simon standing before him.

“Are you okay? You ran out of there so fast, and you seem… weird.” Simon’s eyes were full of concern, and he shifted on his feet.

Jace stared at him for a minute, his mouth hanging open slightly. How did Simon look even better under the dim, crappy streetlight than he did in the bar?

Jace inhaled a sharp breath, glancing away. “I’m fine. Just tired.” He took a step back and waved Simon off. “Go back to your little fan club.”

“My ‘fan club?’ Come on Jace, what’s your problem?” Simon’s voice had a tone Jace was very familiar with from him—irritation. It sent a wave of adrenaline through Jace’s body, and he was turning back to Simon before he even realized his feet were moving.

“Nothing,” Jace said, automatically adopting the same pissy tone. “I don’t have a problem.” He stared at Simon, daring him to… Jace wasn’t even sure. Simon stared right back, his brow furrowing in confusion. Then he shook his head, crossing his arms.

“I see how it is.” Simon stepped closer, and Jace forced himself to keep his face expressionless, to not react to having Simon inches away. His heart didn’t quite get the memo, as it instantly started beating twice as fast. “You’re jealous.”

Jace jerked back. “I am not jealous.”

“Oh, you so are.” Simon let out a humorless laugh, and that sour feeling came back to Jace’s gut, along with a stab of annoyance. Simon not only knew Jace was jealous of those stupid groupies, he was laughing about it.

Simon started moving, talking with his hands like he did when he was agitated. “You’re always the big, scary, hunky Shadowhunter with the amazing hair and the fantastic arms and beautiful eyes that can see into my soul and you can get anyone you want. But now people are actually starting to notice me—” Simon stepped closer to Jace and pointed a thumb at himself, “—and you can’t handle the fact that wimpy little Simon Lewis is actually getting some attention.” He crossed his arms and stared defiantly up at Jace, daring him to disagree.

Jace looked into those big, brown eyes, and just like that all of the annoyance and frustration flowed out of him. Maybe Simon wasn’t as straight as Jace thought.

Giddiness swept through him, and he didn’t even try to stop the grin that formed on his face.

“You think my eyes are beautiful?”

“I—don’t change the subject!” Simon sputtered, taking a step back.

Jace stepped forward, not letting him get away. “And you think I’m… hunky?” He reached out slowly, giving Simon plenty of time to back away, and ran the tips of his fingers down Simon’s arm, over the soft fabric of his t-shirt, grazing the skin of his elbow.

“Look, you—” Panic played over Simon’s face as he looked everywhere but at Jace. “You know you’re gorgeous, alright? And—you’re trying to distract me.” Jace lightly pressed his thumb into the crease of Simon’s elbow, and an electric current flowed through his body, lighting him up from the inside out.

Simon looked down and stared at Jace’s hand like he’d forgotten Jace even had hands. “And it’s working,” Simon added softly.

“You’re not wimpy,” Jace said, and Simon’s gaze cut up to him, his mouth hanging slightly open. “And you’re not little.” Jace’s hand slid up to his bicep, squeezing lightly.

Simon kept staring at him, his face the perfect picture of befuddlement. “Thank you?”

Jace held his gaze, his heart thudding in his chest. He knew Simon could hear it; that he knew how fast his pulse was racing. “You are wrong about one thing, though. I can’t get anyone I want.” He let his gaze drop down to Simon’s lips, wanting to lean in, but that niggling worry was still at the back of his mind. Simon was still just standing there, staring at him, not making any move to touch or come closer. What if Jace was completely off base here?

He felt a hand lightly touch his chest, and he looked down to see Simon’s fingers curling into his shirt. The air felt so thick Jace wondered how he was breathing, and then Simon said softly, “I think you can.” He swayed an inch closer, and something inside Jace snapped. He closed the last few inches between them and pressed his lips to Simon’s.

It was a chaste, soft kiss, Jace capturing Simon’s upper lip between his own. The fragile warmth Jace had been carrying with him all night suddenly solidified, searing hotter, sending bolts of electricity throughout his body. He was still holding Simon’s elbow, and he gently swiped his thumb over the bare skin there. Simon seemed frozen, unmoving, his hand still loosely clutching Jace’s shirt as they kissed.

Jace hung there for a moment, his heart sinking as Simon didn’t kiss him back. Fuck. He pulled away, their noses bumping, asking, “Was that ok—”

He was cut off by Simon surging forward and kissing him, his hands sliding up Jace’s chest so he could wrap his arms around Jace’s neck. Jace let out a muffled noise of surprise that melted into a moan of approval as he kissed Simon back, letting go of his elbow and resting his hands on Simon’s waist. He slackened his jaw, tilting his head to change the angle and kiss Simon deeper, and holy shit it was so much better than the fantasies he’d been nursing for days. Simon tasted sweet with a tang of iron, and his fingers tightened against Jace’s neck, his nails lightly digging in when Jace slipped his tongue into Simon’s mouth.

When his need to breathe made Jace finally pull away, he was light-headed, his breathing was ragged, and he was half-hard in his jeans. He kept Simon close, one hand resting on his lower back, the other sliding up his arm.

“Yeah,” Simon breathed, gazing up at Jace with dark eyes. “Yeah, that was—that was okay. Like, holy shit.” He exhaled a shaky laugh and then clumsily carded a hand through Jace’s hair.

Jace let his eyes flutter shut; everywhere Simon touched him sent a shot of lust through his body, straight to his cock. “Yeah,” he said, because that one word was all he was capable of. He leaned forward, and Simon met him for another kiss, this one instantly deep and wet. Sliding both hands to Simon’s hips, Jace gently guided him backward until Simon was pressed against the brick wall of the bar.

He leaned against Simon with his full weight, pinning him to the wall just like Simon had him pinned that day in the training room. Simon let out a moan, keeping one hand in Jace’s hair as the other moved down his back, over his hip, anywhere he could reach. Jace trailed his lips down Simon’s jaw, nibbling and sucking on his throat.

“You feel so good.” Simon’s voice was raspy, and he pulled at the back of Jace’s shirt until he could slide a hand under the hem and press his palm against the bare skin of Jace’s back.

Jace shuddered against him, slotting a thigh between Simon’s legs. He couldn’t resist lightly grinding against the hardness there, and he grinned at the whimper that fell from Simon’s mouth.

“So do you. Better than I thought.”

Simon pulled slightly away, turning so he could see Jace’s face. “You’ve thought about this?”

Jace blinked at him. “Yeah.”

“Really?” The hand Simon had on his back tightened, and Jace got distracted by Simon’s earlobe and leaned in to tug it between his teeth. “Why—Why didn’t you say something?” Simon gasped.

“I didn’t think you were into guys,” Jace murmured, his hands starting to wander again.

“Oh. I wasn’t.”

Jace froze at that, pulling his head up. Simon’s eyes were closed, but once he realized Jace was no longer actively mauling him, they flickered open. “Or I didn’t think I was,” he said after seeing the look on Jace’s face.

Jace stared at Simon as doubt, cold and icy, crept into his chest. It was one thing to fuck around with a guy that was curious; he’d done that, hell, he’d been the curious one not all that long ago. But those encounters rarely lasted longer than a few hours, and he’d never see the guy again. And if they did this—whatever this was—and Simon regretted it, if he couldn’t look Jace in the eye again, if he turned into extra-weird, squirrely Simon…

That would probably be for the best. This was just a physical thing anyway. They’d fool around, Jace would work Simon out of his system, and then things would go back to normal.

The iciness in his chest spread down his spine, and crawled up the back of his neck. He pressed his lips together, glancing away.

“If you’re not into this—”

“No! No, I am, I definitely am.” Simon’s hand slid from Jace’s hair to the side of his neck, warm and thoroughly distracting. “Look, I’ve thought about you—and me, um, for a while.” Simon’s gaze flickered between Jace’s face and his chest. “I never thought it would ever actually, like, happen. And I won’t lie, what you got going on there—” his gaze quickly dropped to Jace’s groin, where his own hard cock was pressing against the seam of his jeans, and Jace couldn’t help but smile— “is a little—it’s intimidating. But it’s also really hot.”

Simon’s eyes had somehow grown darker as he spoke, his hands still on Jace’s skin, and Jace licked his lips. Simon tracked the movement as he continued, his words falling out of his mouth almost faster than Jace could keep up with. “All I can think about right now is how good it feels to touch you like this, and if you’ll let me keep touching and kissing and I am so, so into this. I mean, you can feel how much I want you.” And then he grabbed Jace’s hand from his hip, and placed it right over the bulge in his jeans.

All coherent thought left Jace’s brain as he palmed the hard line of Simon’s cock, and Simon made a noise like all the breath had been punched out of him. “Fuck,” he said, letting his head fall back against the brick. “I didn’t really think that through. And I probably shouldn’t just assume you wanna—”

“I wanna,” Jace said, pressing more firmly with his hand, cupping Simon. He placed his other hand on the brick next to Simon’s head and leaned in closer, caging Simon in. A small noise of pleasure fell from Simon’s lips, and Jace made it his mission to see how many different sounds he could get out of Simon before the night was through.

“So if I take you home tonight, you’re not gonna freak out in the morning are you?” He brushed his nose along Simon’s cheek, dragging his lips down his throat, all while steadily dragging his fingers over Simon’s dick. If they weren’t in an alley behind a bar, he’d have his hand down Simon’s pants.

“You’d let me stay the night?” Simon somehow managed to sound both surprised and helplessly turned on all at once.

Jace chuckled, his hand moving up to curl around Simon’s waistband, his knuckles brushing Simon’s stomach. “I think we can keep our mouths occupied enough to not annoy each other.”

Simon chuckled, and the breathlessness of it, from a vampire who didn’t need to breathe, made his heart beat shamefully hard. “I can’t promise no freaking out,” Simon admitted. “But if I do, it will probably be because I can’t believe this is actually happening.” He caught Jace’s eye, grinning and Jace grinned back. He couldn’t remember the last time he smiled this much.

Then Simon looked around. “And that it’s happening in an alley.”

“Yeah.” They should go before someone saw them—not that Jace really cared about hiding it; he was already guaranteed a mountain of shit over this from Alec and Magnus. But the longer he could delay adding Clary and Isabelle to that list of people who knew he wanted to hump Simon’s leg, the better.

Jace pulled away, tugging Simon along by his grip on his waistband. “Let’s go.”

They’d only taken a few steps, walking side by side with their hands brushing when Jace asked, “You sure you don’t wanna go say bye to your groupies?”

Simon rolled his eyes. “They aren’t groupies, dick. If anything, you’re my groupie.”

“Never call me that.”

Simon nudged Jace’s shoulder. “Seriously, remember when you wouldn’t even hug me? And now you’re kissing me in dark alleys and taking me back to your room to have your way with me.”

Jace groaned. “You know what, let’s just forget this entire thing.”

“It’s the James Bond impression, right? It always gets them.”

~~~

They fell silent after that, the only sound their footsteps against the pavement. The walk back to the Institute was short, but it was plenty of time for Jace to replay the past hour in his brain. He kept stealing glances at Simon out of the corner of his eye, and he had to stop himself from yanking Simon into a few more alleys along the way.

With every step, the tension grew, and by the time they stepped through the threshold, it was so thick Jace thought he could reach out and touch it.

He couldn’t, but he could touch Simon. And after they walked through the deserted hallways, Jace grabbed Simon’s hand and pulled him into the safety of his room, locking the door behind him. He’d barely turned around when Simon was on him, shoving him up against the door, kissing him with a determination Jace hadn’t seen out of him before.

Jace melted into it, opening to Simon, the kiss turning deep and dirty nearly instantly. Simon let out a muffled moan against his mouth, and then he slotted their hips together, pinning Jace to the door with his torso. Then he grabbed Jace’s arms, his hands sliding up to his wrists to pin them on either side of his head.

Jace couldn’t help the ragged moan that left his lips; it was exactly like that day when they sparred, when Jace ran out with his dick leading the way.

“You remember that day in the training room?” Simon asked, grinding his thigh against Jace’s cock. “I had you just like this, and your heart started beating so fast.” Simon lowered his head to Jace’s neck, dragging his lips across his pulse point, and Jace angled his head to give him better access. Probably not the smartest thing to do to offer up to a vampire, but approximately zero of Jace’s blood was in his brain at the moment.

“Just like it is right now.” Simon’s voice was low, almost hypnotic, and Jace squirmed beneath him, heat searing through his veins as Simon held him hard and fast.

“I thought you were pissed I had beaten you,” Simon said, his fingers squeezing Jace’s wrists, his lips brushing against Jace’s overheated skin, “but you were turned on, weren’t you?”

Jace grunted; he was so hard it was almost painful, but he was still able to do the same move that he did that day—he twisted his leg and knocked Simon’s feet out from under him. He mourned the loss of the pressure against his body as soon as Simon fell on his ass, but he smirked down at him.

“You didn’t beat me,” he said. Then he tugged his shirt over his head, tossing it to the floor. Simon’s eyes darkened as he looked over Jace’s frame, and Jace stepped forward, pulling at his belt buckle with one hand. “Now do you want to fight or do you want to get naked?”

Simon was a blur as he shot up to his feet, removing his shirt in the same motion. He stopped a few inches in front of Jace, and Jace’s breath caught at having a half-naked Simon smirking at him.

“Is both an option?”

Jace huffed out a laugh. “Always.” And then he reached out and reeled Simon in, kissing him hard.

Jace had always enjoyed kissing, but with Simon it was on another level. He had only been with a handful of guys, and most of them had preferred to skip straight to the main event, which Jace had been fine with. Simon seemed more than eager even to kiss and explore, his hands sinking into Jace’s hair and tracing over Jace’s arms and back.

Jace lost himself in it, in the taste of Simon’s tongue, in how his body trembled beneath Jace’s touch, in how he gasped and moaned and pushed closer when Jace found a sensitive spot. He met Jace for every push and pull; he was just as strong as Jace, and Jace relished that he could kiss and grip as hard as he wanted and Simon would only gasp and hold just as hard.

He wasn’t sure how long they stood there, relishing in the taste and feel of each other, but when Jace finally steered them towards the bed, Simon’s lips were red and puffy, his hair was sticking up everywhere, and he was staring at Jace like he wanted to devour him. A flash of memory hit him, of the sharp pain of Simon’s fangs piercing his skin, and Jace stumbled and basically fell on his back onto the bed.

“You good?” Simon asked, hovering over Jace in an instant, his eyes tracing over Jace’s chest and stomach. He traced his hand down Jace’s chest, and Jace shivered as Simon’s fingers grazed his nipple.

“Yeah,” Jace breathed. Simon lightly tweaked his nipple and smiled as Jace sucked in a breath. Then Simon pinched it, hard, his eyes trained on Jace as a wicked grin crossed his face.

Jace’s cock jumped at the sharp pain, and he grabbed Simon’s wrist, stilling his hand. “Watch it. You keep that up, I might change my mind about sucking your dick.”

Simon’s eyes got wide, and he flattened his palm on Jace’s chest. “You—you want to do that?”

Jace was about to turn himself inside out with how much he wanted to do that. His desire for it surprised even him; it wasn’t his go-to move. He’d only given a few blowjobs before, and they weren’t the best experiences—one guy had gotten too rough with his hair, another didn’t give any warning before he came.

But the sounds Simon had made in the alley just from Jace’s hand on his dick through his clothes were going to fuel his spank bank for years; Jace couldn’t even imagine what he was going to sound like when Jace got his mouth on him. His need to make Simon fall apart against his tongue outweighed anything else in his mind.

But this was Simon’s first time with a guy. While all Jace wanted was to strip him naked and make him scream, he should probably use a little more finesse.

He grabbed Simon’s shoulders and with a quick movement, flipped them so Simon was laying on the mattress, with Jace hovering over him.

“I do,” he said, letting his hand drift over Simon’s neck, down his chest. “But only if you want me to. I know this is all new for you—”

“I want you to,” Simon interrupted, reaching down to flick open the clasp of his jeans. “I am ready to buy my First-Class ticket on the train to Pleasuretown, courtesy of your mouth and tongue.” He froze then as Jace half-groaned and half-laughed.

“Uh, can we pretend I didn’t say that?”

“No,” Jace said. Such an idiot, he thought, but he was unable to stop the small smile from crossing his face. He got his knees under him and slid back, brushing away Simon’s hands so he could pull down the zipper on his jeans. Before he moved to pull them down farther, he looked at Simon’s face. Simon was watching him through heavy-lidded eyes, his lips swollen, hair disheveled, and marks starting to form on his neck from Jace’s kisses. It was the sexiest thing Jace had ever seen, and he felt momentarily lost in a wave of emotion as he took him in.

“You sure?” Jace asked softly, and Simon nodded.

Jace had seen Simon half-naked plenty of times. Before that sparring session, he’d never thought twice about it. He knew, objectively, that Simon was attractive, but he was Simon. And now, splayed out naked on Jace’s bed, lit by the dim light of the bedside lamp, laying against the pillows like he belonged there, he was Simon. With his muscled chest, chiseled abs, toned arms, (seriously, why did Simon hide that body under the baggy jeans and t-shirts he wore?), not even his nervous expression could take away from how beautiful he was. His thick cock jutted out between his thighs, already glistening at the tip, and Jace’s fingers twitched with the need to touch everything he was looking at.

Simon’s gaze flickered nervously between Jace and anywhere else, squirming slightly. Jace trailed one finger down the center of Simon’s chest, over those ridiculous abs as he said, his voice soft but serious, “You’re kind of gorgeous.”

Simon’s mouth fell open, and Jace was sure that if Simon wasn’t a vampire, he’d have a full-body blush going on right now. “I probably should have asked this a half-hour ago, but are you sure you’re not under some kind of crazy magic spell?”

“That’s a fair question,” Jace admitted, letting his fingers ghost over Simon’s hips, around the thatched hair around his cock. Simon shifted under his touch, a tiny strangled sound leaving his mouth. “I don’t think so, but I’m willing to risk it.” He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to Simon’s sternum. “If I do freak out, I’m going to make sure tonight is worth it.” Then, he dragged the flat of his tongue over Simon’s nipple as he reached down and wrapped his fingers around Simon’s cock.

Simon made a noise Jace had never heard before, a strangled gasping moan, and his hand slid into Jace’s hair, pulling it away from his face. Jace looked up at Simon as he stroked him; Simon was staring down at him like he was still in disbelief that this was real life.

“Tell me when you’re close.” Jace slid further down Simon’s body, finally licking a warm, wet path down Simon’s firm abs. It was a thousand times better than his fantasies, because it was real fucking life, with Simon keening above him, his body shuddering with every movement.

Jace paused to drag his teeth over the divot in Simon’s hip, and then he settled between Simon’s thighs. Simon’s hand was still in his hair, but ever so gentle, keeping it brushed away from his face. Jace’s gaze flickered up to see Simon watching him, his pupils blown. Jace maintained eye contact as he wrapped his lips around the head of Simon’s cock.

Simon whimpered, his hips jerking, and Jace used one hand to keep him down against the mattress. Salt burst on his tongue, and he hummed, drawing a muffled curse from above.

“Fuck, Jace, I can’t—you—this will be the shortest blow job in the world, holy fuck.”

Jace pulled off, lazily stroking Simon’s cock as he grinned up at him. “That’s okay. I bet you could get it up again.”

Simon half-snorted, half-gasped as Jace thumbed around his head, using precome to smooth his stroke down the shaft. “Because you’re so attractive all I have to do is look at you to get a hard-on?”

“You said it.” Jace licked a broad stripe on the underside of Simon’s cock, and then sucked him down again, bracing himself on the hand he had pressing Simon into the bed. With the other, he reached down and opened the clasp on his jeans, needing to get some relief to his own hard cock.

It wasn’t the shortest blow job Jace had ever experienced, but it was only minutes later when Simon choked out, “I’m close.”

Jace had never swallowed before, and he hadn’t planned to start now. But instead of pulling off, he found himself taking Simon deeper, until he bumped the back of his throat. He wasn’t sure what was going to happen after tonight, and if this was a one-time thing, he wanted everything he could get. Simon’s hand had been in his hair the entire time, but now he yanked it out, slamming it into the mattress next to him.

“Jace, I’m serious, I’m gonna—I can’t—” Jace squeezed his hip, and then Simon’s body jerked. Seconds later he came in Jace’s mouth, high-pitched gasps falling from his mouth.

Jace swallowed what he could and pulled off, some getting on his chin and on the bedspread. He coughed lightly, wiping at his face and letting his forehead rest on Simon’s thigh. When he had his breath back, he moved up the bed, laying on his side next to Simon.

Simon, who had an arm flung over his face, his mouth turned downward.

Oh, shit, Jace thought. Simon could have at least waited until Jace got off to have his freak out. But the mild irritation instantly faded to concern as Jace slowly reached out to pull Simon’s arm away.

“Hey,” he said in a low voice, “you okay?” Simon was staring at the ceiling, seemingly concentrating very hard on not looking at Jace. He forced himself to be casual, even as worry formed a hard ball in his stomach. “If I’d known a bj would shut you up, I would have done that a long time ago.”

Simon rolled his eyes. “You shut up,” he said, and then he snapped his mouth shut. But Jace had already seen what Simon was trying to hide—his fangs, sharp and ready, now hidden behind his lower lip.

The memory of Simon’s mouth, warm and hungry against his wrist slammed into him again, and he was very quickly reminded of his hard cock that was still straining against his pants. He had to get some breathing room; he squirmed on the bed, shoving his jeans down his thighs and kicking them to the floor. He left his boxers on, he didn’t want to send Simon into cardiac arrest at the first sight of his hard dick, but it was still making its presence known—the tip was barely poking out of his waistband. He quickly adjusted himself before turning back to Simon.

Simon looked a little less stressed, or at least his jaw wasn’t clenching so hard. He appeared to be thoroughly distracted by Jace’s cock, staring down at it with dark eyes. Jace desperately wanted to touch him, but he wasn’t sure if that was what Simon wanted or needed. He propped his head up on his hand and asked, “So is this a, ‘I just came in a guy’s mouth’ freak out or a ‘I want to bite the guy whose mouth I just came in’ freak out?”

“It’s not a freak out,” Simon responded instantly. Jace raised an eyebrow, and Simon said, “Okay, it’s kind of a freak out. But not about you.” His gaze trailed down Jace’s body, flailing one hand helplessly towards him. Jace preened under the attention; he knew what he looked like, in nothing but his black boxer briefs, his pale skin setting off the dark ink of the runes that were scattered all over his body. “Or, not about what we just did, not really, even though it—I just—you—that was—”

“Amazing?” Jace broke in before Simon burst a blood vessel. “Incredible? Life-changing?”

Simon let his head fall back against the pillow, laughing, the tension finally leaving his face. Jace could see that his fangs had receded, and he tried not to think about the pang of disappointment that swept through him.

“You’re so vain.”

“That’s not a no.” Jace slid closer and let a hand drift over Simon’s chest, and Simon immediately reached up and started touching Jace’s wrist, fingers trailing up his arm as they spoke.

“It was my—” Simon pointed to his mouth with his other hand, a sheepish look falling over him. “I can usually control it, but when you—” Jace smirked and let his hand trail further down Simon’s stomach, and Simon shivered, “—it was so good, and they just popped out and I didn’t want you to think that I would—”

“You can,” Jace interrupted, and Simon froze. “If you want.” Simon’s eyes widened, and Jace swore he saw Simon’s cock twitch.

“Fuck. You can’t say stuff like that, Jace.”

“Why not? I’m okay with it, your control’s gotten so much better, and it felt good—”

“Oh, I know it felt good.” Simon exhaled, and yeah, he was definitely getting hard again already. “I was there, and if I hadn’t been nearly dying you would have been able to tell very obviously just how good it felt to me.” He turned to Jace, his brown eyes full of want and worry. “But I don’t—I shouldn’t—”

“Hey.” Jace slid his hand up to cup Simon’s face, pulling him closer. “I trust you. You won’t hurt me.”

The words were out of his mouth before he even realized he was going to say them, and now it was his turn to freeze. He could count the number of people he trusted on one hand, and Simon had never been among them.

Until he was.

Fuck. When had he gone and developed feelings for the little gremlin?

“You do?” Simon asked, his eyes wide again.

“Yeah,” Jace said, still stunned. “I guess I do.”

Simon smiled at him then, big and bright, and leaned in. The kiss was soft and sweet, the complete opposite of the desperation and lust that had been fueling them since they walked through the door.

Then Simon pressed closer, wrapping a leg around Jace’s, and the kiss instantly turned deeper and dirtier, with Simon licking into Jace’s mouth and reaching down to palm his ass.

“Okay,” Simon said when he pulled away, leaving Jace panting. “I trust you too. And please don’t laugh at me, but honestly, I’ve kind of had this fantasy—”

He instantly had Jace’s full attention. “Tell me.”

Simon hesitated, staring at Jace, and then he gently pushed on Jace’s shoulder so he would lay back on the bed. He moved to hover over Jace, and he slid his hand down Jace’s chest, tracing over the runes scattered over his skin. He paused to tweak a nipple, smiling at Jace’s huffed out breath, then down his abs, over the waistband of his boxers to between his legs. He avoided Jace’s cock, instead letting his fingers drift to Jace’s inner thigh, stopping them a few inches below the crease where his thigh met his hip.

“Here,” he said softly.

Jace wasn’t proud of the sound he let out; it was somewhere between a whimper and a moan, and his eyes flutter shut. “By the Angel. Simon, you’re going to be the death of me.”

“I don’t have to—”

“No.” Jace’s eyes flew open, and he pulled Simon down on top of him, kissing him hard. “You are absolutely going to,” he said against his mouth, squirming beneath him. Simon chuckled, kissing him one more time before moving down his body.

“I also really want to blow you,” Simon said into Jace’s neck, right before he splayed his hand directly over Jace’s stiff dick. Jace’s hips jerked, and Simon traced the line of him through the fabric, the words still falling out of his mouth like he couldn’t help it. “Like, I honestly can’t believe how much I want to. But before you come, I could pull off and use my hand, and then bite right when—”

“Simon.” Jace couldn’t believe it, but he was going to give Simon a run for shortest blowjob ever if Simon kept talking. He cupped Simon’s cheek, forcing him to make eye contact. Jace needed to see his face when he asked his next question; he had to be sure. “You really don’t have to sell me here. But you’re sure you’re ready for that?” Please say yes.

Simon stared at him for a moment, his hand still curled over Jace’s cock, and asked, “The blood sucking or the dick sucking?”

This is it; this is how I die. Again. Blue balls via Simon Lewis.

“Both, Simon,” Jace said tightly.

Simon smiled, and then lightly squeezed with his hand, drawing a small gasp out of Jace. “I am,” he confirmed. “You already said you trust me not to hurt you. Can you also trust me to know what I’m ready for?” He took his hand away so he could push up onto his knees and tug at Jace’s boxers. Simon was almost fully hard again, and Jace had to stop himself from reaching out and stroking him.

“I just want to make sure—”

“Will you just shut up and let me blow you?” Simon said in exasperation. “Take your underwear off.”

Jace smirked up at Simon; until the past hour, arguing had been his favorite thing to do with him. “You take it off.”

Simon glared at him for a moment. Then— “Fine.” He reached down, grabbed a fistful of Jace’s boxers, and yanked hard. The fabric tore easily under with super strength, and Simon tossed the cloth over his shoulder.

Jace’s eyes widened as a new wave of heat cascaded over his body; that was stupidly hot. But still— “Was that really necess—oh, shit.” He was cut off by Simon’s hand wrapping around his cock, stroking him from base to tip and back again.

“You’ll tell me if I do anything wrong?” Simon settled between his legs, staring at Jace’s dick like it was the holy grail or the one ring from that movie marathon he’d tried to make everyone sit through. (Jace and Clary were the only ones that made it through all the movies; Clary actually enjoyed it, and Jace thought the fighting was cool.)

“I always do.” Jace’s voice was tight as Simon thumbed at his cock, smoothing wetness around the tip. “Just go slow, and don’t try to take too much. I’ll tell you when I’m close.”

Jace wasn’t sure what he expected, and he didn’t care; he was so wound up he felt like he could explode just from Simon’s warm breath blowing over his skin. But he wasn’t expecting Simon to dive right in, keeping eye contact as he wrapped his mouth around the head of Jace’s cock and sucked him down until he nearly hit the back of his throat.

It was a glorious three seconds of wetness and heat until Simon pulled away, coughing. Jace let out a half-amused, half-irritated noise as he said, “I literally just told you to go slow.”

Simon didn’t respond, just wiped at the corner of his mouth, glanced up at Jace, and leaned down again. He took him in slower this time, licking and sucking, one hand braced on Jace’s thigh, his thumb swiping along the sensitive skin. Right where he’d pointed to earlier, where he wanted to bite Jace. The thought of it made Jace’s heart speed up in his chest, a fast thumpthumpthumpthump, and he knew Simon could hear it from how he hummed and squeezed Jace’s thigh.

Simon was messy and clumsy, but also an incredibly fast learner. He started off tentative at first, sucking at the head, laving his tongue and lips along the shaft, but it seemed like only minutes later he was figuring out how to relax his throat and take Jace in deeper. He used the fact that he didn’t have to breathe to his full advantage, taking his time swirling his tongue in just the right way to make Jace squirm and moan.

“Fuck Simon, are you sure you’ve never done this before?” Jace finally gasped out, after minutes of fisting his hands in the duvet and clamping down on all the words threatening to spill out of his mouth. He was not going to call Simon ‘baby’ or yell out his name or any of that shit. Feelings or not, it wasn’t his style.

Simon pulled off his cock, immediately stroking him with his fist. “Pretty sure I’d remember if I had,” he said, and then he dipped his head low to drag his tongue over Jace’s balls.

“Oh, fuck fuck fuck.” Jace felt as though he was aflame from the inside out; Simon’s mouth and tongue and hands were going to be his undoing.

Then he felt a feather-light kiss against his inner thigh, and his entire body tensed as the buzz of desire in his gut threatened to overtake him. Simon’s hand faltered on his cock, and Jace reached down and wrapped his hand around it, showing him how he liked it to carry him over the edge.

“Do it Simon, I’m so close, baby, please, please, I can’t, I need—”

Simon let out a strangled rasp that sounded like Jace’s name, and then there was a sharp pinch in his thigh. Jace gasped; it hurt, but just as quickly the pain faded into the blunt edge of pleasure, wrapping around him, soaking down into his bones. His orgasm was like a punch to the gut in the best way, and as Simon took a long pull from his thigh, he spiraled higher and higher until it felt like time stopped.

It started again when he felt Simon’s fangs pull out of his skin, and Simon’s high-pitched gasps filled the room. He was light-headed, nearly dizzy, still coming down from the high of one of the most intense orgasms he’d ever had, and when he looked down Simon was kissing over the marks he’d left, licking them clean.

“Come up here,” Jace croaked, and Simon was instantly next to him, wrapping his arms around him.

“Are you okay?” Simon’s voice was worried, and he was cupping Jace’s face, staring at him like he was checking him for wounds. “I didn’t take too much?”

“No,” Jace said, reaching up to touch Simon’s hair. It was so soft, and he was suddenly sad he hadn’t buried his fingers in it when Simon was between his legs. “I feel fucking amazing.”

Simon grinned, leaning down to rest his forehead against Jace’s. “So do I,” he whispered. “You tasted so good. In every way.” He sidled up fully against Jace, tangling their legs together, and in his daze, Jace noticed he wasn’t hard anymore.

“Did you come again?” Jace asked, and Simon looked away sheepishly. Jace was sure he would be blushing if he could.

“Like I said,” Simon pressed a soft kiss to Jace’s mouth, and the tangy, metallic taste of Jace’s blood in Simon’s mouth really shouldn’t be hot, “you tasted really good.” Simon was trembling against Jace, clutching at him, and Jace clutched right back. “That was so—”

“Intense.” Jace maneuvered them so Simon was half-laying on top of Jace, and pulled the duvet over them. “Probably shouldn’t do that too often,” he said, though he really wanted to. Even with his angel blood to protect him from getting addicted, he could already tell that Simon’s bite would be more than enough to push any boundary.

Simon tensed against him, and Jace automatically pulled him in a little closer. “You mean,” Simon started, paused, and then continued, “like the sex part? Or just the blood… part?”

Jace exhaled against Simon’s forehead, his hair lightly fluttering with his breath. There was no way this would be a one-time thing—at least, not if Simon didn’t want it to be. He’d figured it out before his cock had gotten into Simon’s mouth, but now that he’d experienced it, now that he knew what Simon sounded like when he came and what it was like to have all that nerd focus placed squarely on him, he wouldn’t be able to live without it.

“The blood part,” he said, and Simon relaxed. “The sex part we should repeat. Frequently.”

He felt Simon’s grin against his neck, and he turned his head down as Simon angled his up, meeting him in a kiss. “We can add it to our training,” Simon said.

Jace hummed, imagining Alec’s reaction if he walked into the training room at the wrong time. “We may have to rethink our training schedule. It’s going to be hard to keep our focus on the work after—”

“I sucked your brains out through your—”

“—I gave you the best orgasms of your life.”

Simon snorted, but Jace noticed he didn’t protest. Jace turned out the bedside lamp, and they lay there in silence for a few moments, listening to the wind whistle outside. Jace ran a hand lazily up and down Simon’s back as Simon settled more deeply into Jace’s side. Eventually, Jace asked the question that had been rolling around in his head since Simon had nestled up close to him.

“So you think you’ll freak out in the morning? I only ask because it’ll be good to know in advance.” He forced his body to stay relaxed as he waited for Simon’s response. He knew that while things felt warm and safe in the darkness of his bedroom, things could look entirely different to Simon in the morning light.

Simon’s arm curled around him, and he shifted so he was laying on his side, sharing Jace’s pillow. Beneath the covers, their legs tangled together.

“No,” he said. “I’ll only freak out if you do. Do you have any plans for that in the morning?”

Jace grinned. Really, he hoped this whole smiling thing didn’t become a habit. He had a reputation to protect. “My only plans for the morning include finding a fun way to wake you up. And then maybe breakfast.”

Simon smiled, his hand caressing up and down Jace’s waist. “I am fully on board with any fun plans you come up with. And breakfast, too. If I’m uh—invited to that. Not to assume—”

“Simon.” Jace caught his hand, intertwining their fingers together. “I’d love for you to come to breakfast with me. If we’re doing this, we may as well make it known.”

Simon’s smile somehow got so bright Jace was surprised it didn’t light up the entire room. “So we are? Doing this? You and me?”

Jace shrugged, feigning nonchalance. “I mean, if you want. If you don’t think we’ll kill each other and it won’t be too distracting to our training and our work and—”

“Oh it’ll be completely distracting. And we will totally try to kill each other.” Simon squeezed his hand, pressing in close enough for a kiss. “But it’ll be worth it.”

Jace kissed him again, dropping his hand so he could wrap his arm around Simon, slide his fingers into his soft hair and cradle him close. “Yeah,” he whispered against his mouth, “I think it will be.”

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starksvixen · 4 years ago

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Best Shot - Part 5 (finale)

Warnings: Pregnancy? (if that’s a warning), some pretty fluffy fluff, a bit or arguing

Word Count: 766

A/N - Thank you all so much for reading this story! If you want a spin off or have a request, feel free to leave an ask or a comment!

Prologue - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

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You softly twirl the photo Natalie had given you when she came to check on you. Your mind was in some kind of dreamland while you waited for Jay to come see you. Would your blip have his eyes? His smile? Lord help you if they inherited his cockiness too.

The door softly creaks, making you look up to see Jay walk in, flowers and a coffee in hand. You laid the photo face down on your stomach and automatically see the hints of red bouncing off his hazel eyes, you could tell he was crying over you. All you could offer him was a small smile. He returns it a bit, gently laying the flowers on the table beside you.

Before turning to sit down, he leans over you, laying a small kiss against your lips, making you smile against his. As he slowly pulls away, you can tell he’s holding back tears. Shakily, you reach up to wipe away the ones that had already fallen.

“I love you,” he whispers quietly. “I was so scared I wouldn’t be able to tell you.”

“I already know you love me, Jay. Don’t worry, because I love you too.”

With a soft smile, he lays another tender kiss on your lips. With your arm opposite your injury, you run a hand through his hair and let your lips dance along with his. Eventually, you two have to part, making you pout softly. Jay chuckles at your reaction, like music to your ears.

“How are you feeling?” he asks, taking a seat beside you.

“Like I’ve been hit by a nausea inducing truck,” you reply with a soft chuckle.

“C’mon, whimp.” he chuckles a bit. “You’ve taken worse.”

“The stakes were higher this time,” you reply, your smile not disappearing, making Jay raise his eyebrow.

“I think the pain has made you go crazy.”

“I’m on pain management, Jay.”

“Then why didn’t you take the sedation?”

“Because I didn’t need it.”

“Your screams tell me otherwise. It sounded like they were torturing you, (Y/N).”

“Well, I didn’t want it.”

“You proved you’re tough, babe. Next time just take it.”

“Well I’m not going to need it. I’m not returning to the field for at least 9 months.”

“I know you need to heal but 9 months seems a bit long, don’t you think?”

“God, your skull is thicker then my ass sometimes.” you say with a soft chuckle.

“Well just tell me then instead of dropping hints!” he yells dramatically, a small smirk appearing on his face.

You chuckle to the best of your ability without popping a stitch before your hand glides over to the fragile photo laying on your stomach. Shakily, you lift the photo of your blip and hand it to Jay’s calloused hands, even his shaking from unknown emotion.

As he guides the black and white picture towards his eyes, you try to read his face to understand the emotion he processes. For once, your talent to read people was failing you, Jay’s face was frozen in place as his eyes analyze your tiny blip.

Your heart begins to pace like you wish your legs would let you in this situation. Waiting for an answer was torturous, worse then any other questioning tactic you had ever gone through.

But like the sun creeping through the blinds early in the morning, Jay’s tearful smile sent warmth all over your body. You replicate the small smile with happy tears falling into the crevices your smile left in your cheeks.

Jay lays the photo on the one nightstand left in the room and lays his hand on your nonexistent baby bump, his eyes full of amazement. Gently, you move your hand on top of his, looking down at the two hands over your little blip.

You feel Jay’s lips against your cheek once. But when he goes in for another, you move your head so his lips meet yours instead, a sweet kiss shared between the two of you. As you both pull away, looking at each other with nothing but love, you whisper:

“Looks like I still haven’t missed in the past 10 years,”

“Oh, for fucks sake, (Y/N)! We were having a moment!” Jay whines playfully, causing you to laugh softly while squeezing his hand.

Later that night, you look down at your small family beginning. Jay’s sleeping head laying on top of your stomach with a small smile despite his current state. You gently run a hand through his hair in a lazy pattern as you think about your future. Your blip turning into a baby. Your shared room in the apartment turning into a nursery. Maybe even a ring to replace your empty finger. However, there was one thing you knew for certain.

This was the best shot you had ever taken.

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terrifictomholland · 5 years ago

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ok concept: what if reader and tom have an adjoining hotel room while filming and she’s getting ready for bed one night and she hears him say her name so she goes in to see what’s up and he was jerking off 🥵🥵🥵 and she’s like OH SORRY and leaves and then goes back in later to apologize and they end up fucking??? pls the thought of him getting himself off is so hot to me reader would think so too

If you can... please write something about Tom jerking off like you think he does. I’m, wow, I’m a thirsty bitch wtf haha. 🥵

okay, so I’ve combined these two requests together! I hope you’ll like them 💕

NSFW UNDER THE CUT! also unprotected sex (please wrap it before you tap it!)

it had been a long day of rehearsal for both Tom and you, since you’d both signed on to make this film. You both got back to the hotel where there had been a slight mix-up so you did technically have your own room. The only snag was that it was an adjacent room with Tom.

You were in the bathroom removing your makeup after your long meeting knowing that you were free to laze around all you wanted now. You knew Tom’s schedule was free for the remainder of the day and just as you were going over to your bed to get your phone, you could hear him call your name.

Your brows furrowed and you walked closer to the door that adjoined your rooms, hearing the way he was saying your name louder. It wasn’t anything you thought twice of before opening the door and the sight that greeted you made you freeze in your tracks.

Tom laying in the middle of his bed, completely naked with a thin sheen of sweat covering his body, eyes tightly screwed shut and lip bitten raw as he fucked his hips up into his hand that was fisting his cock desperately. Tiny whines and whimpers leaving his mouth and you felt them go straight to your core.

“Sorry!” You yelped and his eyes shot open staring at you and jaw dropped open in horror and mortification, just as you said that you could see him tense up and his body convulsed. The loudest moan you’d ever heard slipped past his lips as his cock started erupting white, thick ribbons of cum that coated his hand and lower abdomen, painting it white and you felt your pussy tighten at the sight.

You tried averting your eyes anywhere but at him to give the illusion of privacy, but it was too late. This was a picture that would be forever ingrained in your mind. Everything happened within seconds, but to you it felt like a small eternity, playing on a loop the way he looked like as he came.

“I-gonna, uh yeah,” You stumbled over your feet backing into your room again, shutting the door quickly and falling back against it feeling so many conflicting emotions swirl inside of you.

You’d just seen your best friend, the person you trusted more than anyone in the world, cum, moaning your name as he did. The way your name had been called through broken moans and whimpers made your nipples harden through your bra and your panties absolutely drenched. You couldn’t lie and say you hadn’t gotten off at the thought of him either. He was just your type too, everyone knew about your crush you had on him too.

Ever since your audition you and Tom had always had a very flirty friendship, it just came naturally and so easy to you both. To be that way around each other. It didn’t hurt how fucking gorgeous he was either, you were incredibly attracted to him, it wasn’t just his looks that made him attractive in your eyes.

It was the whole package deal, from the way he’d always greet every single cast and crew at rehearsals. Sometimes he’d stop by with doughnuts and cinnamon buns for everyone.

To the way he always, always made sure to learn everyone's name and a fact about them so he could easily strike up a conversation with them whenever he wasn’t filming.

You’d asked him about it once and he’d simply replied with “I’m not any better than anyone else here. It doesn’t cost anything to be a decent human being.” and that was that. But it stuck with you for a very long time and you realised there was more to Tom than just his good looks.

You tried gathering your thoughts and what you’d just seen but your mind was a jumbled mess and all you could replay was the way he he looked as he came. Eyes rolled back, hips rutting against his hand. The way his cum dribbled down his fist to his belly pooling there and how badly you wanted to lick it all off him.

Since seeing that, your pussy was aching and you were so wet you could feel it with every movement you made causing you to let out a small whine.

As much as you had tried to stop thinking about it, how could you? It simply wasn’t going to happen, and as hot as it had been. It still felt like a violation of his privacy and you had to talk to him about it, the very least you owed him an apology.

So here you were, knocking on the adjoining door anxiously waiting for him to open. God, you hoped he was inside and still awake, you wouldn’t be able to sleep if you didn’t at least try and apologise.

Just as you were about to go back to your room, the door opened to reveal a freshly-showered Tom clad in a mere towel. Oh for all that is holy.

“Hey,” He said in slight surprise and you had to force yourself to look into his eyes and not let your eyes wander down the rest of his body.

“Hi,” You softly murmured.

“You okay?” He asked seeing your nervous and anxious state and you exhaled, keeping eye contact with him.

“I jus- I need to apologise to you. For-for earlier, walking in on you doing...that,” You explained, bouncing your weight from one foot to the other feeling mostly embarrassment. His eyebrows shot up and his cheeks turned crimson at the reminder.

“Oh,” He said rubbing the back of his neck. His muscles and abs flexing with the movement and you couldn’t help but stare at him for a second too long.

“It’s okay,” He breathed out seeing the way your gaze dropped to his naked torso. As much as he was mortified at what had happened, he couldn’t help but love the way you were staring at him. Your gaze on him fed him as he dropped his hand to the front of his towel as if he was about to let it fall to the floor and your mouth went dry.

“Do you uh, want a replay?” He bravely asked and your eyes shot up to his in shock.

“W-what?” Your surprise was the thing he needed to turn this to his advantage. He’d always found you fucking gorgeous and the way you two would flirt let him know that you felt the same.

“I know you think I’m hot and so are you,” He began, suddenly sounding so much cockier and full of his usual confidence that alone had you soaked.

“-yes,” You cut off sounding far too eager and he smirked, walking over to the bed beckoning you over as he got comfortable on it.

Your heart was in your throat and you could feel your wetness increasing with every step you took getting closer to the bed.

“I’ve thought about you so many times getting myself off,” He admitted and you felt your pussy clench at the confession.

“What do you think of? What am I doing?” Your voice coming out more breathy than before and he looked at you biting his lip as you crawled on the bed, closer to him.

“You uhm, ah shit, you’re sucking my cock,” He trailed off as you removed your shirt throwing it somewhere on the floor being left in your bra. You saw him swallow thickly, eyes immediately drawn to your pushed up tits. You knew you had a great set of tits so why not show them off?

“Yeah? Am I doing a good job?” You purred as you teasingly ran your fingers over his torso, your nails dragging along the ridges of his abs hearing the way his breathing turned laboured and you grinned to yourself for leaving him in such a state in a short amount of time.

“The best job,” He whined untying the towel letting it fall to the sides revealing his impressive cock.

Your mouth watered seeing that it was already leaking at the tip, dribbling down the sides of his length.

“Fuck,” You breathed scooting closer and lightly running your finger over the sensitive head making him whine and twitch against your touch.

“You’ve got the prettiest cock, want my mouth all over it,” You whispered glancing at him seeing his eyes darken.

“Yes, fuck yes,” He enthusiastically nodded and you smiled to yourself, letting your fingers tease the head and slit hearing him whine and gasp. Hips already rolling, wanting more of your touch.

“You forgot the magic word,” You grinned moving your head down closer to his cock, letting him feel your breath fall over it.

“Please, darlin’ please,” He moaned softly as his fingers fell to the side of his body, desperately fisting the sheets as you let gravity take over and you engulfed his cock in your mouth. Slowly sinking down on him, inch by inch as the noises he was making filled the room.

“Mmh yes baby,” He hissed as you bobbed your head up and down, letting your spit make the glide easier. Your fingers lightly teasing the insides of his thighs as he whined high in his throat. You increased your sucking, taking him further and faster in your mouth, loving the way it felt when he held onto your hair, gripping it eagerly.

“Fuck my mouth, make a mess of me,” You encouraged hearing him let out an absolutely feral noise at that. You let out a soft moan feeling him tangle his fingers in your hair and keeping it still as he started thrusting up into your mouth, hesitant at first.

When he heard you let out a moan, he started really going for it as his cock his the back of your throat and you made sure to keep looking up at him, tears leaking from the corner of your eyes as you let him fuck your throat.

The noises it dragged from his lips had you more soaked than you’d ever been before, your pussy throbbed and all you wanted was for him to fuck you raw.

“Oh my god,” He gasped as he repeatedly fucked into your mouth. You felt him start to tremble so you moaned around him, hand cupping his balls squeezing and massaging them. That was all he needed to let go and spill down your throat with a cry, shouting your name. His voice was ruined from the way he moaned and whimpered.

You pulled off him with a pop, wiping your mouth glancing up at him seeing how wrecked he was and it made you feel so good about yourself. Knowing you could bring him to his knees, turning him into a whiny and moaning mess for you.

“That was incredible,” He panted and you basked in the praise feeling your cheeks burn.

“Thank you,” You smiled shyly moving up so that you were straddling him.

He brought your face closer to his cupping your face as your lips met in a frenzied kiss, full of heat and desire.

“Mmh, fuck, wanna eat you out,” He moaned against your lips.

“Please,” You whined grinding your hips against him making him moan. You felt him kiss your neck and his hand went to your hip, helping you grind against him. As his other hand slid into your panties and you whined when he came in contact with your dripping pussy.

“Christ baby, you’re soaked for me aren’t you?” His voice was like a drug as his fingers easily spread your folds and slid his fingers inside of you.

“Oh fuck,” You cried out digging your fingers into his back, hiding your face in his neck letting the pleasure wash over you as he continued to fuck his fingers into you. Long, sure strokes that left you breathless and your eyes closing, desperately humping his fingers for more. The second his thumb started rubbing your clit was when you started coming undone, waves of pleasure consuming you.

“Tom, ah s-shit,” You moaned feeling your pussy clench around his fingers, he was stroking your g-spot over and over causing your breath to quicken and your thighs tremble.

“Yeah that’s it baby, cum for me, show me what a good girl you can be when you cum,” He coaxed and you whined sucking your lip between your teeth as you came all over his fingers.

“Fuck,” You gasped feeling your body quiver from the aftershocks as you lazily kissed his neck before pulling your head out of the crook of his neck seeing him licking his fingers clean.

“You taste so sweet,” He smiled, a smirk replacing the smile as he caught you staring at him.

You leaned forward kissing him fiercely, tasting yourself on his tongue and you pushed him down on the bed, so he was flat on his back.

“Want you to fuck me,” You murmured against his lips before breaking the kiss and you quickly shed the remaining pieces of clothes you had on so that the both of you were completely naked.

“Hell yeah,” He grunted as his hands touched you all over making you moan, grinding your hips against him. You smirked when his cock started hardening, poking your inner thigh so you brought his hands up to your tits. A low whine from the back of your throat leaving your lips when he rolled your nipples between his fingers. Your back arching and your pussy starting to drip at the stimulation.

“Would you like that baby? Fucking my tight, wet pussy. Making me scream your name while you’re pounding into me so hard I won’t be able to walk straight?” You goaded hearing him growl.

“You’ve got quite the mouth on you don’t you?” He grunted staring heatedly at you making your wet pussy even wetter.

“Mmh, why don’t you do something about it?” You sassed and his eyes flashed. He flipped you over so he was on top and his fingers came up to your mouth, trailing your lips with his thumb. Still staring into his eyes, your mouth fell open on instinct and he groaned as he pushed it into your mouth and you began sucking on it.

“Shit,” He groaned rocking his hips against you and you let out a moan around his finger when you felt the head of his cock poke at your heat.

“Fuck me, do it now,” You moaned, squirming around needing more as he teased the head of his cock along your folds, spreading your juices all over your pussy. A shaky moan fell from your lips when he let the head of his cock brush your clit, circling it a few times.

“Mmh, gonna fuck you so good darlin,” He moaned and you felt him push his cock slowly past your folds, your soaking pussy making the glide incredibly easy.

He entered you and and didn’t stop until he was inside of you all the way. Cock pressed against all the right spots as he gave you some time to adjust. His mouth coming down to suck a nipple into his mouth whilst his other hand cupped your other tit.

“You’re a-ah, much bigger than I expected,” You moaned pushing past the slight uncomfortable sensation and he kept very still waiting for you to give the go-ahead.

You nodded your head once the discomfort faded, “I’m good,”

He wasted no time as his hands left your tits and found your hips dragging you over to him. His cock driving deeper inside of you making you cry out feeling your toes curl and you brought your legs around his hips to pull him closer. Your fingers digging into his back leaving tiny crescent moon shapes there.

“Oh my god, fuck,” You threw your head back as he snapped his hips into yours.

Both of you working to find a rhythm and to move against each other to discover what the other one liked the best.

Judging by the noises that filled the room, you were both doing a very good job at bringing each other the most amount of pleasure.

“Shit, bab- ah fuck!” He groaned grasping your hands and bringing them above your head.

Your throat went dry and eyes widened feeling yourself getting even more turned on at being pinned down while he fucked into you.

You moaned loudly, eyes rolling back as he did that and angled his hips stroking your g-spot over and over.

“O-oh my god, fuck yes! Fuck me harder,” You moaned.

You were a panting and gasping mess underneath him by now, getting absolutely wrecked as he fucked you, his cock discovering spots deep inside of you that you didn’t know existed until now.

Skin slapping together and the smell of sex filled the room, along with your blended moans and groans.

“I-im so fucking close,” You gasped feeling the way your tummy clenched and you started to shake, or maybe, you just never stopped.

That was all the green-light he needed to bring his free hand down to your overstimulated clit, rubbing it fast and nothing could prepare you for the way your orgasm slammed into you the moment he did.

“That’s it babygirl, gonna be a good girl for me and cum all over my cock, soaking it real good?” He moaned filthily and you cried out as your body shook as you rode the waves of your orgasm.

“Fuck,” You whined lifting your head to kiss him with fervor, against his mouth you whispered, “Cum for me babyboy, want you to fill me up so good baby. Let me feel you,” and it worked like a charm. His hips stuttered against your hilt and you felt him pulsate and shoot off inside of you making you moan yet again.

“That’s it baby,” You sucked his bottom lip between yours tugging and lightly biting on it as he came.

“Oh fuck,” He moaned against your lips.

“So good,” You moaned feeling him collapse on top of you, he eased up his hold on your wrists and you let them down gingerly before running them all over his taut muscles soothingly.

“Best sex I’ve ever had,” You giggled tiredly running your fingers into his messy and sweaty hair. It was sticking to his forehead while simultaneously a few pieces were standing up all over the place.

“Mmh hell yeah,” He smirked looking up at you, You flushed with a giggle, bringing your lips to his kissing him deeply.

“Snuggles, I want snuggles now,” You smiled sweetly and he rolled off you only to roll on his side and bring you flush against him. You moved up so that your bodies were plastered together and you gave him a shy smile.

“So...You thought about me getting off?” You couldn’t help your burning cheeks while still giggling. He let out an embarrassed laugh,

“Might’ve crossed my mind once or twice. Nothing compares to this though,” He promised tangling your legs and draped the cover over the two of you.

“Oh hell no,” You readily agreed. You knew sex would be forever ruined now thanks to Tom Holland and his magnificent cock.

“Did you think about me?” He asked cheekily, eyes twinkling as he laced your fingers together.

“So many times,” You winked seeing his eyes darken so you just leaned up giving him a soft kiss.

“We’re definitely exploring that at a later date,” He hummed against your lips.

“Oh? We’re doing this again?” You nonchalantly asked once you’d pulled away. He stared at you unimpressed making you laugh.

“No shit, you know we are, you can’t get enough of my cock now that you’ve had a taste of it...literally.” He said cockily and your cheeks burned.

“Oh shut up,”

“How bout I make you?”

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baebeyza · 4 years ago

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Top 4 or 5 I dunno

Am bored so imma just list my faves for characters who have at least 4 different versions in the cartoons

(this was more than I expected, so it's under the cut-)

Shockwave!

1. TFP (Just a fucking pissy and spiteful babe with the sexiest design) 2. Energon (jerkiest jerk ever) 3. TFA 4. G1 5. Cyberverse

Soundwave!

1. TFP (My brother's favourite transformer, that gotta mean something) 2. G1 3. Cybertron (I'd love him more if he wasn't in like, 6 episodes total) 4. Headmasters 5. Cyberverse

TFA Soundwave just aint sexy, I am sorry- and neither is RID15 Soundwave after his upgrade u.u WFC Soundy just didn't do much

Prowl!

1. RiD01 (Middle child) 2. Energon (a little eager boyo) 3. TFA 4. G1 5. WFC

Only reason I chose WFC over Cyberverse here is that I fucking forgot he even was in Cyberverse, so he obviously couldn't leave a big impression on me

Ratchet!

1. TFP (Especially that german voice OuO) 2. WFC 3. TFA 4. G1 5. RiD15

Putting RiD15 Ratchet above Cyberverse Ratchet because he says "I needed that" :D Also, in Prime Wars he seems to exist because Windblade mentions him once, but we never see him

Roddy!

1. G1 (Original boi) 2. Energon 3. Prime Wars 4. Cyberverse 5. TFA

Headmasters Roddy gets no place in this for just fucking off and never coming back-

Ultra Magnus!

1. G1 (love of my life) 2. WFC 3. RiD01 (the bitch version-) 4. Headmasters 5. TFP

Fun fact: In the japanese version of Armada he exists as well, but not really as a character, just as an upgrade for Prime in the last season of the show that just existed for some reason - in the english version that upgrade is called Overload :D (but sometimes gets called Ultra Magnus too because the english script writers for the show were kinda high or something)

Oh, and in TFA I aint all that hype for him

Hot Shot!

1. Cybertron (A cutie) 2. Energon (A mature cutie) 3. Armada (I don't even care about this boi, but I can't put him below the other two) 4. RiD01 (I can't remember anything he ever did) 5. TFA (I couldn't even remember him existing)

Arcee!

1. G1 (Original girl) 2. TFP 3. Cyberverse 4. WFC 5. Energon

She's also in Headmasters as a secretary - a downgrade from G1. And in TFA she didn't leave much of an impression on me :/

Wheeljack!

1. Cyberverse (Such crazy uncle energy) 2. Energon (He's only called Wheeljack in original version - and I fucking loved the way he talked man, his voice and accent were just so damn epic) 3. TFP 4. G1 5. WFC He is in TFA, but I can't remember anything he ever said in those 3 minutes of screentime

Perceptor!

1. Prime Wars (Of course, he was so cute and funny!) 2. G1 (Cutie!) 3. Cyberverse 4. Victory (his one job of telling Ginrai he cannot be repaired was better than anything he ever did in TFA - at least he had a damn on-screen job! xD) 5. TFA

Some Minicon in Armada is called Perceptor, but bugger me if I fucking remember which one it was

Grimlock!

1. RiD15 (Fave of the whole show, such a sweetheart! <3) 2. G1 3. Prime Wars 4. Cyberverse 5. TFA

Rid01 also has a Grimlock, but he ain't even a Dino in it

Bumblebee!

1. RiD15 (A sin, I know, but I'm not hot on Bee in general and I just found this one the most appealing) 2. Cyberverse 3. TFP 4. G1 5. TFA

I know he's in RB, but I havent watched that yet so I can't talk

Sky/Jetfire!

1. Cybertron 2. Energon 3. Armada (one of the only two characters I actually liked in the whole show-) 4. G1 5. WFC

TFA version wasn't all that hot to me

Megazarak/Scorponok!

1. Energon (a goodie) 2. Headmasters 3. Beast Wars 4. WFC 5. RiD15

Bro I remember nothing about him in G1, that 4th season was so damn forgettable and weird, that even the RiD15 version stuck to me more

Fortress Maximus!

1. Headmasters (Master SWOOOORD- <3) 2. Prime Wars 3. RiD01 4. G1 (I can remember this version better than Scorponok at least)

Sideswipe!

1. RiD15 2. Armada 3. G1 4. WFC

As with Bee, can't judge his RB version

Blurr!

1. G1 (BOI) 2. TFA (handsome boi!) 3. Cyberverse (I just remember that he dies) 4. RiD15 (Just here because I liked him more than in Armada) 4. Armada (he aint even boi, but he has the name so whatever)

He's in Headmasters too and he fucks off with Roddy, so SHAME ON YOU

Cyclonus!

1. G1 (The only version I give a shit about- the others are just a contest about which I care less) 2. Energon 3. Armada 4. RiD15 5. TFA

Headmasters Cyclonus gets disqualified for the AUDACITY TO BE A WHIMP!

Galvatron! (disclaimer - versions that are really just Megatron-repaints don't count. Also for the Unicron Trilogy, I go by the japanese versions because I hate the english one when it comes to him and Megatron)

1. Energon (In japanese, its always Galvatron from the start, the character never was "Megatron" and bro do I love him!) 2. G1 (The original crazy man, you go babe! 3. Beast Wars II 4. Headmasters 5. WFC (Hope he gets to be awesome in Kingdom! ~)

Unicron!

1. Beast Wars Neo (personality babey) 2. TFP 3. Prime Wars 4. G1 5. Armada (at least he had Sideways here) I mean he is in Energon, but is barely a character...

Red Alert!

1. Cybertron 2. G1 3. Armada 4. WFC 5. TFA

Fun fact: Energon Prowl is Red Alert in japanese and Armada Red Alert is Ratchet in japanese-

Skywarp!

1. G1 (Aesthetics ~) 2. Beast Wars II (totally different character btw, but again - Aesthetics ~) 3. Cyberverse (girl Aesthetics ~) 4. WFC 5. TFA (anti-aesthetics!)

There be a lot of seekers in Prime Wars, but they all die without ever showing a robot-mode so who gives a fuck man

Thundercracker!

1. Cyberverse (It's the moe-effect) 2. Cybertron 3. G1 4. TFA 5. WFC

Thrust!

1. Beast Machines 2. Beast Wars II 3. Armada 4. G1 5. Cyberverse (Couldn't remember him in this thing either)

The Quintessons!

1. Energon (Alpha Q Disney Princess) 2. G1 3. WFC 4. Cyberverse

Alpha Trion!

1. G1 (This is the only version I have spent any thoughts on-) 2. TFA 3. Cyberverse 4. WFC 5. Headmasters

Man, at least in Headmasters he had a body compared to TFP-

Metroplex!

1. Cybertron 2. Headmasters (just for that one scene in which he says that Magnus would have wanted to be buried on Earth) 3. Prime Wars 4. G1

Jazz!

1. G1 2. TFA 3. RiD15 4. Headmasters (mah man Marshall, eh?)

Scourge!

1. Cybertron 2. RiD01 3. G1 4. Headmasters

Cliffjumper!

1. Energon (Character is called Overdrive in japanese but whatever) 2. TFP 3. G1 4. TFA 5. WFC (forgot he was in it)

Ironhide!

1. Energon (The boi) 2. G1 3. RiD01 4. TFA 5. WFC (5 seconds or something)

Omega Supreme!

1. Energon 2. G1 3. TFA 4. WFC

Laserbeak!

1. TFP (Of course-) 2. G1 3. Cyberverse 4. RiD01 5. Cybertron

Sorry, WFC Laserbeak u.u And who cares for Armada Laserbeak-

Mirage!

1. Energon (the Decepticon who is IN LOVE WITH MEGS/GALVS, what more do you want! Also he cute-) 2. RiD01 3. G1 4. WFC

Chromia!

1. Cybertron (In japanese Thunderblast's name is Chromia- forgive me not sticking to one language here x'D) 2. WFC 3. G1 4. Cyberverse

Menasor!

1. RiD15 2. Prime Wars 3. G1 4. Cybertron

Bulkhead!

1. TFA 2. TFP 3. Energon (Sprung in japanese) 4. RiD15

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theonetheycallhannah · 4 years ago

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The Treatment of Captain Syverson-Chapter 13: SNAFU

Characters: Captain Syverson, various original minor/supporting characters.

Summary: Sy has some time to think about his past, present, and future while roughing it in the Virginia wilderness which leads him to a revelation about what he really wants…but is it too late?

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Word Count: 4.7k

Warnings: Mild language, mature themes, military and weapon terminology, discussion, and use. (For those who don’t know, SNAFU is a term coined in the military. It’s an acronym for “Situation Normal, All Fucked Up.” And since this is from Sy’s perspective, I thought a military term, as opposed to a therapy term would be appropriate.)

Author’s Note: Despite this being the longest chapter, clocking in at almost 5k, it was one of the easiest to write, and came the quickest. I love writing from Sy’s perspective, and the pure love he has for Shane. I’m hoping to be able to write a bit more of his POV before the story is complete. We’ll see. I apologize if it seems like one long rant about Sy’s feelings…I guess that’s what it is, with various activities peppered in. He can be a sensitive guy, and I wanted to show that.

Disclaimer: Unfortunately for me, Henry is not mine, le sigh, and all mention of him, his characters, any characters from his films, or his precious doggy, Kal, are strictly for transformative and recreational use. I neither ask for, nor accept payment for the work I post on Tumblr or AO3. Unbeta’d because this is for fun and escapism.

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Sy was no whimp. That much was certain. Missouri winters had toughened him up more than most men in his battalion and most of the participants in the training he was currently undertaking.

But it was more than that. Sy was uniquely prepared for the elements. He remembered a particularly harsh December night during Christmas break, before he joined the service when he was home alone and had to let the dog out. Fool that he was, he wore no shoes. Greater fool, he'd allowed the door to the back yard to close…and unfortunately, it had a tendency to lock. Which it did. He tried fruitlessly for a while to break back in, but being without a cell phone, he knew he'd have to walk a good distance for help with the lock.

He slipped out the gate and started up to the road, to follow it to his grandparents a few miles away. The county road wasn't the best kind for walking, particularly barefoot in the late fall, but his feet were soon too numb to feel the gravel and whatever else was lacerating the soles of his feet. After about an hour, he made it there, shivering, knocking frantically and waking his frail old grandparents up to rescue him from his own negligence. He'd regret that until the day he died. Not that they were angry about it. They shrugged it off. His grandma cleaned the blood and dirt from his feet and bandaged the shallowed abrasions. They didn't look too bad, considering the area they lived in and the trash that could have been waiting to carve him up. Then she set about cleaning up Sy's messy footprints from her normally immaculate floor. Grandpa looked all over for their spare keys to Sy's and his mom's house, and finally found them. He lent him a pair of shoes, drove him back home, and let him in the house. After that, Sy found himself eager to spend time outdoors during colder weather. As if determined to build up a tolerance to it in case he ever found himself in such a situation again.

Now, despite the time of year being only late August, it was unseasonably cool, especially at night, as if Christmas was right around the corner, and Sy was wishing more and more that he had someone to cuddle with during the nights he'd be doing cross country training here at the beautiful Shenandoah National Park. He had packed only the essentials for the expedition, a mess kit, bed roll, canteen, modest rations, first aid supplies, et cetera, plus a rope and a tarp for building a shelter. On his person, he had a compass, a topographical map of the park with checkpoints indicated, waterproof, strike-anywhere matches, a hunting knife, a tactical knife, an M17 pistol, and three .9mm clips. He was also given a flare gun to use in case he got stuck for any reason and needed extraction.

On his first night in the wilderness, he'd taken a lot of time falling asleep. Thinking.

He thought about his last week at home. He wondered how Mr. and Mrs. Stevens were doing with Aika. Shane had offered to watch her, and he considered it. He had appreciated her eagerness to help after her…less than enthusiastic response to hearing about this trip. But he decided since Aika had a close relationship already with Fred and Caroline, and she was still getting to know Shane, they'd better be the ones to take her. She understood, and had offered the second reason that since she worked so much, she wouldn't be able to give her the kind of attention she was used to. That had made a lot of sense. He felt like kind of a bad dog parent for not thinking of it, himself.

He thought about the week he'd been here already at the compound. His first day filling out paperwork, he was asked for an emergency contact. He was used to putting his mom…but she wasn't in the best of health, herself. He had nobody. Nobody but Shane. He put her down, instead of his mom. He thought about the seminars on company approved methods of subduing and detaining targets and combatants. He should have taught Shane some self-defense moves before he left. She could handle herself, and she'd proven so, but still. A refresher, or an advancement on one's skills was always a good idea. But he was sure she'd be fine. He thought about her the most in the torturous policy and procedure lecture. What he wouldn't'a given to have her here with him. She would have made everything fun. And she would have been a way better study partner than Keith. Keith, a Navy vet from Little Rock was a good guy…he just…didn't get Sy's jokes. He was a very literal kind of thinker, and it took extra effort for Sy to communicate with folks like that.

Shane, though…he and Shane wouldn't have gotten too much done, study-wise. They would have been…distracted.

As he hiked along the trails to his first checkpoint, he breathed in the clean, crisp air and stopped at the odd overlook here and there. The park was nestled on the outer edge of the Blue Ridge Mountains, and they were too gorgeous not to appreciate while he was here. He found himself…uniquely emotional. He didn't feel lonely often, but since he'd met Shane, he'd hardly gone two days without seeing her, even if it was for just an hour. She'd love all of this. She'd probably want a tent, and coffee in the mornings, so they wouldn't be able to travel quite as light, but they'd make it work. Maybe one day they'd take a trip like this. Just for fun. No checkpoints. No deadlines. No semi-automatic weapons…well, honestly, he'd probably still bring a gun, anyway. You never did know about people these days, he thought. Of course, that's probably what people think of me carrying a pistol, he also thought…anyway, he was almost to the checkpoint.

Said checkpoint was a big tent, like the ones they sold fireworks out of leading up to Fourth of July. Inside there was a single lane shooting range set up down one half of the tent. On the other half, there were stations set up with dismantled weapons that you had to assemble in a certain amount of time. Someone had beaten him to the range, so he started with the guns. No problems whatsoever. He was familiar more or less with all of the models, or some version of them. When the previous participant, a small blonde woman, had finished on the range, Sy stepped up to the counter.

The attendant reset the target for Sy so he could do a close range shot, then again for mid and long range ones. He shot well, although he still wasn't used to the lighter weight of the SIG Sauer M17s the armed forces switched to back in 2017. They'd offered him an M18 at the compound, but he favored the heaver pistol, instead. Maybe the M18 was more packable, but Sy just didn't feel right firing a weapon that felt like a feather in his hand. If it was up to him, he'd take a Colt Python .357 Magnum Revolver. That, however, was more than just a question of how the firearm felt in his hand. Being out in the wilderness like this made him think back to how it must have been before these lands became civilized and gentrified. Back to the days of the cowboy, Wyatt Earp and the OK Corral. Back when it was just the wild and free land he could pretend it was now. He thanked the attendant, who was writing his name on his targets to take back to the compound along with his graded weapon assembly timesheets, and then was back on his way.

There was an eerie beauty about this unsullied land, he thought, as the dusk fell the second night of the excursion and he began setting up his camp about halfway between the first and second checkpoints, by his estimation. With his fire built and his shelter up, Sy took out some of his rations, cured meat, hard cheese, and some walnuts, and had a light supper before cleaning his gun and turning in while the ground still held some heat from the waning sun, wishing again as the cold set in that his woman was there to warm him.

His sleep was fitful. And he awoke before dawn, from dreams he couldn't remember but which still left him feeling empty. They must have been about her. He was starting to feel regret. The last time he'd seen Shane, he'd said some things that he meant to be selfless. But he didn't mean them. He meant the parts about loving her, of course. But the last thing he wanted was to come home and find her moved on with someone else. He couldn't stand to think about it. As he walked into the next checkpoint area, the range was already set up for close range firing. He riddled the target with .9mm holes and could barely wait until the attendant got the fresh sheet set to mid range before he began firing.

"How about you let me fully clear the lane before you start on the long range target, okay, Syverson?"

"Sorry, man. I'm a little…on edge today. Won't happen again."

The short, sandy-haired buck trotted out to replace the riddled sheet with one more for the long range leg, pulled it down and lacked it in to long range position, then hoofed it back up to safety, sensing the captain's impatience. Sy shot cleanly, but with cold anger, as if the silhouette on the page out there was trying to take Shane away from him. He put two square in the chest, and two in the head without hesitating.

"Man, I've never seen a long range shoot like that! What's the deal, you pissed at an ex, or something?" Sy checked the man's lapel for a name tag.

"Not exactly, Mister…Daniels."

"Call me Jack." they shook hands, and Sy chuckled, questioning.

"I'm Sy. You're name is Jack…Daniels?"

"Yes sir. No relation to the Lynchburg Daniels, unfortunately. Momma wanted to name me after her granddad, and my old man, well, he had no problem with it given his affinity for the spirit."

"A wise man, your dad. Some of my best nights have included Tennessee Number 7." He didn't elaborate, but he was getting very specific flashbacks of drinking games in his kitchen with Shane. And he was gonna have to shake it off before the weapons assembly drill, or else he'd end up putting together an assault rifle backward.

He made it through without any trouble, thank the good Lord. But that didn't mean that his mind wasn't still reeling. He was thinking of Shane and the possibility that she was being courted by Chris Evans look-alikes and young Harrison Ford doppelgangers, and it was making him furious. He was pretty sure that she was about as interested in taking a break as he was, but he couldn't help himself from making the offer under the circumstances. He kicked himself as he made his camp for the evening, not very far away from the third checkpoint, but too far away to get there by dusk when the daily deadline was. He was a shoe in to get there first in the morning, though, if he was reading his map correctly, and he was damn good at maps, if he did say so, himself. And who would bitch at him for bragging out here, anyway. The odd cricket or squirrel? He didn't think so.

It was colder tonight, and he was thankful that he thought to boil some water for his canteen and put it at his feet. He curled his surly, burly body up under the layers of blanket and thermal sheeting. He was almost warm enough…but he still needed something.

His sleep was plagued by strange dreams that he unfortunately remembered tonight. The scene began with Shane in a bright pink dress and matching gloves, dripping with diamonds, like Marilyn Monroe in Gentlemen Prefer Blondes. She looked so glamourous and beautiful, but she was getting passed from man to man to the tune of Madonna's Material Girl, which was not the correct song, and he knew it in that moment, but couldn't correct anyone, because it was all playing out on the big screen TV in his basement. When he realized this he turned it off and noticed a familiar head of hair on his lap and stroked it, about to say "Hey, sunshine." until the figure sat up and looked at him, and it was Jordan, the PTA, batting his eyelashes at him, and asking, "You ready for bed, babe?" The therapist leaned in for a kiss, but Sy leaned back, tumbled off the couch and landed on those crutches again, standing right in front of Shane in the lobby of the therapy clinic.

"Hey sunshine." he said warmly. She looked confused.

"I'm sorry, do I know you?"

"Well…I should hope so…it's me. Sy."

"Sorry, not ringing any bells. I'll look you us and see who you're with, though. Usually Heather tells the new patients which therapists they get their first day. What's your last name?"

He felt like he was getting kicked in the gut with a soccer cleat worn by the Incredible Hulk. He answered with defeat.

"Sy's a nickname. Last name Syverson, first name Logan."

"Oh, there you are. Looks like Cory gets to take care of you today. I'll let him know you're ready. As long as you're all done with the secretaries?"

Sy nodded and collapsed to the floor blacking out. When he woke up, his neighbor, Mr. Stevens was standing over him, insisting it was time for him to get ready. He kept handing him things to put on. Pants, a nice shirt, a vest, a light blue tie, a jacket, nice shoes. The whole enchilada. They got out of Fred's car at a little white chapel outside which, his neighbor pinned a small boutonniere of powder blue hydrangeas to his lapel and walked in with him.

"Come on, boy. She'll be here any minute."

Sy was nervous, but excited. He was obviously marrying Shane. But he couldn't remember proposing, or planning the wedding, or an engagement party, or bachelor party, or rehearsal dinner, nothing…but none of that mattered. He heard the first notes of "Here Comes the Bride" and everything faded away, anyway. He began to cry as she got closer. She was moving slowly, he presumed out of nerves. Or perhaps she'd chosen the wrong shoes. It didn't matter. They'd dance the night away barefoot, and make love until dawn. He wished her veil wasn't so thick. He couldn't even see her bouquet. Let alone her stunning face, no doubt smiling as she cried with him. When she stood in front of him, he broke protocol and removed the veil to find Aika in a white dress on her hind legs panting, tongue lolling happily to one side.

"You may now kiss the bride." said the wizened old minister, causing Aika to knock Sy to the ground licking his face until he blacked out again.

This time, he woke to the chirping birds of a mountain morning in Virginia. His campfire long snuffed, his canteen now chilled as his blood. Those dreams…those were traumatic. He didn't want Shane to see anyone else. The thought of seeing anyone else himself repulsed him. Thinking about what his life would have been like if they'd never gotten to work together made him physically ill, and he was terrified that if he didn't act on these feelings, he'd end up with no one but his dog. Why did it take a trip out of state and all these nights of solitude to figure this out? She was all that mattered. He could dig ditches, flip burgers, get a teaching certificate and coach, or teach gym. Whatever. He also liked history. He could think of something if the people at Secure Source couldn't keep him in consistent work. It would be fine. He understood his purpose now. And it wasn't just to do his duty to his country. He'd served proudly for years. He had a new purpose now. And it was her.

He packed up camp in what he was sure was record time and hauled ass to the last checkpoint where the brass should be waiting for finishers. He was the first one there this morning, but he wasn't sure if anyone had made it yesterday. He didn't try to make small talk with the attendant today. He was on a legit mission to get back to his locker at the compound, turn his phone on and call Shane. He fired four shots, but only made two holes on the long range target. One in the chest, one in the head. The attendant was impressed, giving the highest possible grade.

"Man, Syverson. I pray I never do anything to piss you off."

Sy nodded in acknowledgement and went on to the weapons drill booths. Today, there were distracting sound effects playing on a speaker in each booth, and each one was different. Sy ignored the cacophony, pretending it was white noise, and focused on the puzzles at hand, breezing through the new weapons in better time than ever.

As his cards were being scored and turned in for review to Jane Freitag, the administrator over acquisitions and training, he got himself a cup of coffee and a doughnut, and just observed her, tactically, and objectively. She was a redhead with sharp features, freckles, and light eyes. She was slender, but dressed simply, and modestly. The consummate professional. Sy had honestly barely registered her gender, and it wasn't because she wasn't beautiful. She was. Full red lips, lashes for days, and although her clothes didn't exactly accentuate her shape, he could tell he had a decent figure. He just wasn't interested. And would never be interested in anyone but Shane again. Miss Freitag startled him out of his thoughts.

"Mr. Syverson." She beckoned him to the entrance to the tent near her vehicle.

He picked up his gear and coffee and trotted over to her.

"Ma'am?"

"Jane, please."

"Sy, then, for me. What's next on the agenda?"

"Well, you're the first participant across the finish line. I'm very impressed. It seems as though you almost could have finished last night."

"Yes, ma'am, if I hadn't taken a little extra time for sightseeing, I might have made it here by dusk last night. I just haven't had the hustle I had today."

"Well, that's nothing to sneer at. Normally, the deprivation of food, regular water supply, and proper sleeping conditions make participants sloppy. The opposite seems to be true for you, as you've done better at each checkpoint than the one before. Now, let's get back to the compound and get you a proper meal, and a shower, and talk about what's next for you here at Secure Source."

"Yeah, about that. Before we go much further with this, I need to know one thing."

"What's that?"

"I need to know if you'll be able to find me work near enough to St. Robert and the base there so that I don't have to relocate and travel all the time. I've got a life there, and…it's not something I can just pick up and move on a whim, and I don't want to be away for weeks and months at a time. I know I made this trip work, but I'm praying it didn't already ruin everything." He wasn't going to waste time mincing words. He needed to know right away or else this wouldn't work.

"Sy, with your talent…they're gonna want to put you on the high profile cases. Celebrity security. Concerts, movie premiers, things like that. You'll be wasted as a small town rent-a-cop." there was true concern in her face and her voice as she drove them out of the park and onto the main road to Secure Source's compound.

"If there's a need I can fill, how is that a waste? There's lots of talent in this program. Just 'cause I finished first don't mean I did it the best. And I'm sure most of these folks have the people skills to take them farther'n me. And if you wanna gimme first crack at those, I'll hear ya out. Just…let me reserve the right to turn down the out of town jobs. Especially if they're short notice. And if it takes me away from another security job, I want you to send me a replacement a few days in advance so I can meet 'em, train 'em, and introduce 'em around."

"Seems reasonable." Jane said.

"Well, alright, then. I think we got ourselves a deal. I'll shower up in the locker room real quick, then meet ya in the commissary for a sandwich so we can handle the particulars?"

"Sure, Sy." she agreed as they pulled into the parking structure.

They went their separate ways, Jane to her office, and Sy to the quartermaster to return his supplies and get the key to his locker. He practically danced there, he was so giddy to get to call Shane. He did need a quick shower first, though. Which he took, grabbing some shampoo and soap out of his travel bag. When he got back to his locker, towel around his waist, he replaced the products and grabbed his phone. He sat on the bench between the rows of lockers as it booted up.

When it did, it began alerting him as if it's life depended on it. Three text messages, three voicemails, … and twenty four missed calls. That was odd. Maybe a telemarketer had gotten his number.

He checked the texts first. One was a picture of Aika from Fred, his neighbor, the other two were from Shane…two days ago. The day he went into the park.

Hey, hope you have a great first day of Survivor: Virginia! Lol! Be safe! I love you!

OMG, nutty day today! I'm gonna be doing notes for hours! I'll text you in the morning! <3

And then nothing…he chuckled at Survivor: Virginia, but was a bit concerned. Maybe she'd decided not to waste time texting him if he wasn't going to respond? He didn't know. Maybe some of the calls or voicemails were from her. He'd check before calling.

One from his mom, one from the Stephen's house phone, and the rest were from Fort Wood Therapy. That was weird. He was discharged and didn't have any appointments…surely he wasn't missing any…Shane would have said something. He listened to the voicemails. The first one was from Heather.

"Hey, Sy, it's Heather, Shane's friend here at therapy. Hey, give me a call when you get this. Thanks."

Weird…the next one was from Susan, Shane's boss. In the same tone.

"Captain Syverson, it's Susan DeForrest here at Fort Wood Therapy Clinic. Please give us a call when you get this. Thank you."

Again, weird. The last one was Susan again and far less friendly and measured.

"Mr. Syverson. I don't know what kind of game you're playing, but you need to bring Shane back to work and stop screwing around. One or both of you is in serious trouble. Either you're being hot-lined for abduction or she's fired for not showing up for work. The choice will be hers." and the line went dead.

Sy felt his stomach twist into nauseated knots at Susan's words. Shane hadn't been to work. For how long? He had to call them. He didn't want to think about the horror that might have befallen Shane while he'd been away.

"Fort Wood Therapy Clinic, this is Heather, how may I help you?" Heather said, trying to hide the obvious worry beneath the cordial demeanor.

"Heather, it's Sy, what the hell's going on with Shane? What do you mean, she hasn't been to work, I don't…"

"Let me give you to Susan, Sy. I'm sorry." She added the last two words in a whisper. After a brief moment on hold, Susan picked up.

"So, Mr. Syverson. Finally decided to call us back?"

"Cut it out, Susan." He let her blatant ignorance of his rank slide in favor of getting to the point. "Tell me what's going on."

"Shane left work Monday and hasn't been back since. No one has seen her. Apart from you, I presume. I knew letting her date a patient would come back to bite me. I should never have--"

"Shut up! This isn't about you, and it isn't because of you. And you had no right to tell Shane who she could and couldn't date, anyway. I haven't seen her in about a week and a half. I'm training out of state for a job. I've been away from my phone since Monday, and I just got back to it now."

"She isn't…with you? I assumed…"

"Well, you know what they say, Susan. I'm coming back early if I can manage it. See if I can do something to help find her. Thanks for calling me. I know your intentions weren't the best when you did, but ultimately, it worked out. I may not have found out otherwise, at least until… much later."

He hung up before she could respond. He had to talk to Jane about cutting his training short. This was all his fault. If he had just come to the realization of just how important, how vital Shane really was to him before he left…well he never would have gone in the first place. She was his life now. His world. His future, and his whole heart. Tears stung his eyes as he dressed to meet Jane in the commissary. She'd have to be okay with this. She'd have to understand.

As he got closer to the smell of fry oil, seasonings, and sizzling meat on a griddle, aromas that usually made his stomach grumble with hunger, he had to swallow back the bile that crept up his throat. He found her seated at a small round four-top, already eating a salad. He sat across from her, startling her from whatever she was reading on her phone, and again when she looked at his expression and complexion.

"Sy, what's wrong? You look downright green!"

"Listen, Jane, I'm going to have to leave training early." She scowled at him, but he was more concerned with the putrid smells of boiled egg and onion coming off her chef salad. He had to get this over with quick before he wretched in the middle of the mess hall.

"That's a big ask, Sy. Gonna have to have a reason."

"I just got a call that my girlfriend is missing. I need to go home and help find her."

"Oh…yeah, that's…that's some reason. I'm really sorry to hear that. Any leads so far?"

"No, I just got off the phone with her useless boss and all she told me was that she hasn't been to work since Monday and can't be reached on her phone. I have my suspicions, but I wanna talk to the authorities."

"Okay, well. Maybe when things calm down at home, we can set you up with some online courses like we do for our assets who need refreshers, but are on assignment. I'll approve that for you."

"Thanks," he said, gratefully, "I'm also wondering if the company has any…transportation solutions for me…of an immediate nature?"

"Man, what were your letters to Santa like as a child?"

"Oh, you know, a little red wagon, end of poverty, world peace…that kind of stuff." he grinned his most charming grin.

"Why am I not surprised? Okay, but you have to return the favor somehow, Sy."

"How about, one assignments of your choosing, no questions asked?"

"Hmmm, what about five assignments?"

"Three?" he countered.

"Done." they shook hands across the table. "I would have settled at two." she smirked.

"I would have done ten." he winked at her as he turned to retrieve his belongings from his bunk and locker. He had a plane…or perhaps a chopper to catch.

Up Next: Chapter 14: No Call No Show

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If we are not this, then what are we? - pt. 14

A/N: I wanted this to be a fluffy ending but since @with1love1anu thought fluff was boring I did this instead. I think you guys will really love it.

Today was the day.

Today was the day, you will step on that boat and float away into your future. No more looking back. Seven years of hard work are going to pay off.

You smiled to your reflection, dressed in your graduation gown, light makeup and braided hair, just as your first day in this school.

You turned around, taking that last sight of your room, your bed you stressed, cried and laughed on. The nightstand that was filled with so many objects and books- it still stands firmly on its wooden feet.

You felt your heart squeeze in your chest and tears wanting to come out but you pushed them back inside. No way you will let tears ruin your makeup today.

You turned to your mirror, smiling proudly at yourself. “I’m ready.” you said, walking out of your dorm only to find one Hufflepuff shamefully waiting for you outside Slytherin entrance.

He looked up, ashamed of his last nights’ actions and words. His strong arms were dangling from his shoulders as they held onto the hat and his eyes speechless.

You gave him a soft simper, remembering what Will told you and stepping to Davie, embracing him with forgivness.

He wrapped his muscled arms around you and lifted you off the ground for an inch, mumbling into the crook of your neck. “I’m so sorry, (y/n).”

“It’s alright, Davie.” you whispered back, feeling your feet touch the ground and his arms unwrap your body. Your hand placed itself on his cheek and you smiled at his glistened eyes. “Today is the day. We shouldn’t start our new chapter based on past events.”

He smiled taking your hand and kissing your palm sofly, kindly... friendly. “I just want you to know I’m back on my meds- I know Will didn’t tell you but I am on medication and I stopped taking them a while ago.” he let go of you. “I decided it’s better for me to give up alcohol then my meds. I don’t want to put you through what I did last night.”

You felt your eyes tear up but you swallowed them back up because of your makeup, hugging him around his torso. “I’ll always be your best friend, Davie but I really am sorry we can’t be more.” you pulled away and cupped his jaw. “But one day you will find a girl that will love you so much- so much more than me and Will do together.”

“I know.” he placed his hands on top of yours and gently removed them from his jaw, looking at the Slytherin graduates leaving the dungeons and to the lake. “So how about we finally leave this place.”

“I’ve been ready for so long.” you smiled, starting to walk along side him and after the other Slytherins. “Bet Will is already waiting for us?”

“Or he’s back in my dorm getting ready- though I haven’t seen him?”

“What do you mean?”

“Last night we had a talk, of course but I thought after he went to you?”

“He wasn’t with me.” you furrowed your eyebrows.

“He wasn’t? Reckon he went back to get the whiskey, got drunk and lay somewhere?” he laughed and you did the same.

“Ah Will, he probably woke up near Sinatra’s office again.” you shook your head, remembering he often went to his office for some odd reason.

“Sinatra always gave him detention, so I wouldn’t be shocked.”

You laughed. You laughed all the way to the lake, reminiscing of all the adventures and the memories you had with those boys. You and Davie were back on being friends, you were going to see James and talk to him- clearly you haven’t thought a word to say to him but it didn’t matter. This was new chapter.

It was your new chapter.

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You and Davie were one of the first who got there. There were many Ravenclaws, quite a lot of Slytherins, some Gryfindors and you were pretty sure Davie was the only early Hufflepuff.

He narrowed his eyes at the group and scoffed. “I’ll be damned. Cannot believe I am betraying my own house’s stereotype on my last day of Hogwarts. Should I go back, be a bit late?” he nudged you with a grin.

“I mean... at least you’re early once.”

“True...true but that’s breaking my own personal record.”

You shoved him away, laughing and rolling your eyes at the same time. “Childish games, Coleman. We are now becoming adults!” you beamed at the view and put your hands on your hips.

“Speak for yourself!” he scoffed.

“Can’t believe that on their last day of Hogwarts- on their graduation day! They forgot their hats!” you heard Remus complain to Peter.

“Even I didn’t forget.” Peter replied with a laugh, trying to keep up with Remus long steps.

“EXACTLY!” they passed the two of you by meanwhile you and Davie just exchanged looks.

“You know... sometimes I wonder how Will and you are not besties with those two gits.” you looked at Davie beside you.

“Why?”

“Because all four of you are the most reckless human beings I met.”

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Sirius and James did actually bump into Will on their way to the lake.

Sirius was pushing and goading James as they ran, clearly racing him to the boats as James kept pulling Sirius’ gown behind him, laughing.

“Always a Chaser, Potter but never a winner!” Sirius laughed as he kept running faster and faster.

James was sprinting after him but never quite catching up. “I’d say Moony is always the one chasing your arse on full moon and you running away like a whimp you are!” James panted after him, hearing Sirius laugh.

“You say it’s a curse but I say being bootylicious is a blessing!”

James started laughing and losing his breath at the same time. He had to stop running, just to laugh it out and get some air in his lungs. Sirius ran back to him, patting him on the back.

“There there mate.” he cooed. “Some people are meant to get grey at a young age.”

“You’re a dick.” James panted, holding onto his knees before straightning his posture and staring at the distance. “Shit my lungs are giving up!” he groaned, feeling a bit dizzy from the exhaustion.

“Oh, look. It’s Willie- OI!” Sirius shouted, cupping his mouth and waving at the Hufflepuff at afar. “OI!- HEY! COCKER!” he kept shouting and waving at the Hufflepuff.

James looked ahead, narrowing his eyes at the Hufflepuff dragging himself against the wall.

“Bloody sucker isn’t even dressed yet.” Sirius smiled as James kept trying to clear out the view.

Something wasn’t right.

Will was bent down, barely walking- dragging his feet behind him as his knees slowly started to give in, pulling themselves on the ground. James furrowed his eyebrows and saw Will’s hand leaving red stains on the wall.

“Pads, he’s bleeding!” James shouted and sprinted to the Hufflepuff, Sirius close behind him but Will was already on the floor, whimperin quietly. “Will! WILL?!” he shouted, looking up at Sirius and ordering him to get some help. Sirius ran as fast as he could, faster than before and leaving James at Will’s side.

James grabbed Will’s hand and squeezed it tightly. He noticed the ripped clothing and bite marks on Will’s body- werewolf bitemarks.

Bu- but last night wasn’t a full moon. Remus was with them all night- it couldn’t-

“Grey-” William started to speak, his voice shaking with his body. “-back.” he let out, feeling his eyelids close.

“Chill out, mate! Pad- I mean Sirius is going to get help and we’ll get you in a hospital and Pomfrey is going to make you good as new- you hear me! “ James rushed, grabbing Will under his armpits and lifting him up. “BLOODY HELL, COCKER?! What are you eating?!”

But Will was quiet. Quiet and still.

“Will?” James stopped dragging him, trying to get a response back. “Will?!” he let him go on the floor gently and rushing to his side. “Bloody hell, Will!!” he pressed his fingers to Will’s wrist. “Come on-” he muttered under his breath, shutting his mouth up completely and focusing his whole senses on Will’s heartbeat.

It wasn’t there.

No!

- It was but it was faint. “Thank God!” James breathed out, relieved and slapping Will’s cheeks.

“Come on, mate! I know we’re not exactly besties but you have to wake up.” he kept tapping his cheeks, findinf him paler and paler with seconds. “Merlin, curse the day I didn’t take First aid lessons-” he looked up at the ceiling, gritting his teeth and praying to God to help him save this man. He looked back down on his pale and wounded face and gave him an apologetic look. “Sorry bout this-” he said before slapping his cheek so hard it burnt James’ palm.

“OOOOOHHH- BROTHERLY FUCKING HELL!” Will woke up and groaned, turning to his side.

“GODRIC’S BLOODY HAT-!” James groaned beside him, holding onto his palm. “What are you!? Made of metal?!” he glared at the Hufflepuff as the Hufflepuff shot him a glare back.

“You slapped a bleeding man and you’re the one in pain?!”

“I don’t know! You were half dead a minute ago! I thought you didn’t feel any pain?!”

“I swear to the four founders that I have no idea what (y/n) ever sees in you.” he added as he crouched, holding onto his bleeding hip.

James felt the need to smile to that. Not because he wanted to but because it genuienly made him happy whenever you were brought up to discussion. “Wha- what do you mean?” he asked, grinning and scratching the back of his neck.

“She hasn’t told you yet?” Will said, furrowing his eyebrows at James before starting to laugh.

“Told me what?”

“That girl amazes me sometimes.”

“Yeah but can-”

“Oh dear lord!” McGonagall’s voice cut in as she appeared around the corner, shocked from the sight of one of her students covered in blood.

Four more teachers as well as professor Dumbledore appeared behind her, Sirius and other students as well but not you. No, you were at the lake, waiting.

The professors cleared the corridor, flicking their wands and taking Will away, James by his side.

“Why’d you stay?” Will asked, smiling at James with a toothy grin.

“Bloody had to ask? (y/n) would kill me if you died.”

“Well, it would be fun making her life misrable as two annoying ghosts, wouldn’t you think?” he joked, caughing and causing the other professors beside him supress their smiles.

“Could teach you some ways- got quite experiances on that area.” James kept walking along side him, all to the hospital wing where everybody stopped. James looked at Will’s golden-brown eyes and had thoughts running in his mind.

This was the boy who stole his girl and this was the boy he fought in Sinastra’s class- the boy who he thought he hated... up until now. Up until he looked in his golden eyes and saw himself in there.

“She loves you, Potter. Don’t do anything stupid.” Will smiled, lifting up his arm and opening up his hand.

James grabbed his hand and squeezed it tight. “How can I? You’re taking all the stupid with you.” he smiled, letting go of his hand as Will laughed.

“We’re gonna be great friends, Potter! That’s a promise!” he shouted as he disappeared behind the door, sending James another toothy grin before the door left him standing, alone and smiling.

James stood, looking at the door and thinking to himself that finally, he’s going to start fresh.

He thought of Will’s words over and over in his head- about you. About you loving him.

And as he turned around, leaning on the wall and sliding down to the floor, he thought.

‘You and me. I would get an apartment with Sirius as you would live with your two best friends. We would start dating- Davie would be hard to convince but nothing a good charm can’t take. Our first kiss as a couple, our first time- the plan of marrying you would finally come back after 8 years and-’

“James!” he heard you calling and he imediatelly stood up, standing still and being unable to speak.

He saw the look in your eyes- your makeup was ruined. The tears finally came out and you were standing, looking at the man with blood of her best friend.

He knew how it looked like. He looked down on his hands and saw exactly that. He saw the blood and the dirt of your best friend on his hands.

He didn’t know what to say, so he just kept muttering and suttering as he tried to tell you but not knowing what exactly.

What was he supposed to tell you, looking like this?

You put your hand over your mouth and ran to him, wrapping your arms around his shoulder and bringing him to you.

Surprised as he was, he let his hands hang down his body, contemplating whether to hug you or not.

He did. Of course, he did. To have you in his arms after all the two of you had gone through in the past 400 something days was euphoric. To feel your hair on his skin, your scent in his lungs, your warmth on his body- it was euphoric.

“I’m so sorry.” he muttered into the crook of your neck meanwhile you only squeezed him tighter and pulled away.

“Is he going to be okay?”

“Well, he was talking back to me like an arse, so I think he’ll be fine.” James smiled, still holding onto your hips and watching you.

He hasn’t had you this up close since the night in the woods. You had a bit burnt cheeks since the last time he saw you- it outlined your eyes so goddamn perfectly, despite the tears they held.

“What happened?” you asked, bringing him back from the daze.

“Uh- Sirius and I were running down the corridor, being late and all and we saw cocker, teased him a bit before finally realizing that something was wrong. We ran to him, Sirius went to get help, I stayed with him and he-” James stopped, thinking back on it.

How could he forget? He told him so clearly.

“He said-” James kept on thinking back. “He said Greyback.” he looked at you with wide eyes.

If Greyback was in the woods that meant that he is on the castle grounds, which means more students are in danger.

He let go of you, opening the doors forcefully in front of him to tell professor Dumbledore the horrible realization but before he could do any of it, his feet melted onto the floor and his eyes on the white cover over the Hufflepuff’s body.

His heart turned cold and still. It felt like someone cut through his body as he watched the body on the bed.

The professors were gathered around him, Madam Pomfrey with all medications and potions by her side but resting her hands on the bed.

She mourned. They all mourned and James couldn’t bring himself to realize that the boy who was minutes ago alive and well, joking with him and promising him friendship- now cold, pale and still under the cover.

His eye broke- it was as if somehthing cracked in half when he realized the surroundings.

“Professor.” he whimpered and all the professors turned around with wide eyes, finally noticing the boy who stormed inside.

“Potter!” McGonagall exclaimed, trying to make her way to him but James finally started to move forward.

“He’s- he is- he is not dead! He ISN’T DEAD!” he started to shout desperately.

“Mister Potter.” McGonagall started to walk after him, trying to calm him down but unsucessful.

“HE ISN’T DEAD! IT’S FAINT! IT’S FAINT BUT IT’S THERE! JUST LIKE BEFORE!!” he ran to his side and took a hold of his wrist, waiting for the heartbeat...

waiting...

“James?” you entered right after him, just as Davie and Sirius and the other students that wanted to come in but Dumbledore shut the door after you, not letting anybody else in than just you.

James looked up at you. “I- (y/n)- he was alive. He- I just need to listen.”

“The bleeding was severe, Mister Potter. It was too late-”

“NO!” he cut madam Pomfrey off as he continued to press his fingers on Will’s wrist. “YOU PROMISED!” he shouted, letting go of his wrist as he continued to shout, pushing himself away from the body and running his hands thorugh his hair. He looked up at the ceiling, fat, hot tears falling from his eyes. “You bloody promised.” he started to sob, feeling your hands wrap on his shoulders and collapsing on the floor, you holding him tightly against your own body.

“You did enough- the rest was up to him.” you whispered calmly, holding him as he cried in your arms, grabbing your gown and burrying his head into it.

“He was a boy- just like me- he should have lived.”

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