#paul talks a little about his past here

[crazyk-imagine]

Hi, I was thinking Jacob Black x Reader. Where Jacob was waiting for Reader to come out of school till he heard commotion in front of the school and saw Reader fighting a bully who is a guy. She has a bruised lip and bleeding nose. Jacob hurriedly pick up Reader and take her to Emily’s so she can chill out and so Emily can patch her up. The pack saw her and they started asking questions till Emily started lecturing her.

Jealousy and Pack Scolding's

Pairing: Jacob Black x Uley!reader

Characters: Jacob Black, Uley!reader, Paul Lahote, Jared Cameron, Embry Call, Leah Clearwater, Seth Clearwater, Quil Ateara V, Brady Fuller, Collin Littlesea

Warnings: Angst, fluff, Paul being an idiot, Sam not liking the imprinting, this was actually kind of cute, I think I made Jake a likable character (for me), Emily is an angel, Sam and Emily are my fav, reader has avoided making eye contact with Jake bc she has a crush, Sam knows whats up, Embry just wants his imprint, Paul is such a big brother here, love writing for the wolfpack, it's so much fun, reader knows about imprints

Word Count: 2,431

A/N: Ask and you shall receive... this was fun and totally not inspired by Jake fics where he's a little jealous shit

I've aged probably everyone sooo, Sam is 26, Emily is 25. Leah is 23. Jared and Paul are 19 (in a nearby community college) and just one semester from graduating. Jake, Reader and Embry are 18. Quil, Seth, Brody are 17. Cam and Seth are 16

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He kicks his bike stand up, so it stays upright while he waits for you to exit the school. He crosses his arms, not wanting anyone to talk to him, hoping he looks “menacing” enough for his classmates to get the hint and steer clear of him.

He knows Quil and Embry made their way back to Emily's since Sam wants them to do their patrol shift as soon as they can once they finished with their last class.

He couldn't complain much considering he was able to go home and change before heading back to pick you up so he could successfully switch shifts with Embry, which annoys him since Sam basically ordered him to pick you up.

He’d be more okay with it if you two were friends- or even talking; he doesn’t know why he was put to the job since you two aren’t close- or at least, compared to Jared and Paul.

Jake did recently find out (after complaining to the guys when their alpha wasn’t around) you’re Sam's niece and Emily has taken a light to you, thinking of you as her own daughter.

And the only reason he thinks that is because of how she treats you; it always reminds him of the way his mom took care of him and his sisters when they were younger.

Don't get him wrong, he has no problem with that or the way she treats you, he's more curious than anything since you haven't been talking to him.

It kind of bugs him that you talk to Paul and Jared more than him and isn't sure why. He gets the two shifted before everyone, but you've started talking to Embry and Quil so why not him too? Hell, you’ve even started making small talk with the newest shifters Brady and Collin.

He thinks this is why Sam sent him here, so he'll stop moping around about you and not just because the pack is tired of hearing how sad he is with you not talking to him.

The chanting, "fight, fight, fight," overtakes his sense in waiting for you and he steps closer.

He stops behind the wall of people, checking on who's fighting, curious as to who's stupid enough to fight on school property.

The fist flies to your face and he starts fighting his way to get past the people blocking him from getting to you.

You spit, not wanting the copper taste to remain in your mouth. You turn your head back to David, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of feeling like he won.

You kick his upper thigh, right above his knee and knock him down before pulling your arm back and drive your fist as hard as you can into his cheek.

He falls and cups his cheek, whining about the pain and the fact that he's bleeding.

"Talk about my family again and you'll be bleeding more."

Jacob finally breaks through the crowd and pushes David's friend away before the guy could grab you. "Back off," he growls.

The friend raises his hands in defense and backs away, noticing how buff he'd gotten and knows better to not fight Jacob.

He turns to you, smelling blood on you and cups your face, searching to find the damage, ignoring your eyes as the blood from your lip drips further down your chin. "Come on."

He puts you on the back of his bike and starts it before kicking the kickstand.

-

You unwrap your arms and get off the bike, trying to put distance between you, Jacob, and your home.

He grabs your wrist, "where do you think you're going?"

"Away."

"Just because you want to hide your face from Emily and Sam, doesn't mean you can run away."

"I can still try." You tug on his arm. "Let me go."

"No, you need to go in there and face them."

You stop fighting and he lets go of you, trusting that you won't leave. "I don't want Sam to be disappointed."

"Did you pick a fight with David on purpose?"

You shake your head, "of course not."

"Then he won't be disappointed... as long as you talk to him."

"Says the guy who fights him every chance he gets."

That earns a chuckle from Jake. "Says the mousy niece."

You scoff, shoving his arm. "Hey, I'm not mousy."

"This is the longest conversation we've ever had."

"That's your fault, you're always mopey."

"I am not."

"Are so."

"Am-"

-

You walk through the door.

Emily's voice interrupts yours and everyone else's conversations. "I'm happy to see the two of you are talking." She smiles with a twinkle shining in her eye that quickly dies as soon as she catches sight of your face.

"Oh my- what the hell happened to you?" She grabs your chin, tilting so she can look at your face. "Who did this?"

Paul tenses, Jared tries to see over her shoulder.

Embry and Quil walk through the back door and glance at one another with concern evident on their faces once they realize what’s happened.

"Don't tell, Sam," you reply, staring into her eyes, practically begging her not to tell him.

"Don't tell me what?"

You grimace and then wince because your adrenaline has worn off and the pain has surfaced. "How much I love you?" You say without turning.

"I don't buy it." He wraps an arm around Emily, pecking her cheek. "Did you cut your finger again?" He asks with the scent of blood wafting through the room.

"Uh-" She catches your eye as she glances down at her hands. "Maybe, I don't know."

You attempt to sneak away while he's distracted and fail.

"Turn around."

You pout, keeping your head low as you turn.

"Lift your head."

"I like staring at my shoes while they're clean."

He grumbles your name under his breath.

You lift your head and sigh. "I may have gotten into an altercation at school."

"What the hell happened?"

"That's what I was asking before you got here?" Emily chimes in.

"And I was avoiding it then."

"What did you do?"

You scoff, "I didn't do anything, you dick."

"That is no way to talk to your uncle," she tells you.

You stare at her, "I'm going to give him the same respect he gives me," and turn to him. "Which is none."

You exit the room when you realize none of you are going to be able to have a proper conversation and make your way to your room, slamming the door behind you.

-

"What happened while you were waiting for her?" Sam towers over Jacob, attempting to search through his mind to figure out what could have happened.

"I don't- I don't know. I was waiting and then I heard the other kids chanting, fight and then I saw her get hit and then take down David-"

"Wait- she was fighting David?" Jared chimes in with a smile.

"He deserves it," Paul adds.

"Guys a grade A asshole," Embry says before snacking on a muffin.

"So, this fight was valid?" Sam asks, wanting to understand everything he's learned within the last five minutes.

"No, it wasn't valid because fighting isn't the solution, is it boys?" Emily turns to the boys at the table.

"No," everyone answers.

"Good," she smiles.

"But this hasn't happened before? What's happened? This David- or whoever clearly said something for her to act out."

"He was talking about my family," you tell them, leaning against the wall with your arms crossed.

"That doesn't give you enough reason to fight," she tells you.

"It does when they start making fun of your dead parents and uncle who's running a cult."

They purse their lips.

"How do you feel?"

You shrug, "my fist and face are aching, so I'd say I did something right."

She sighs. "Fighting isn't the answer."

"I know that!"

"Then why did you do it?"

Your emotions cause you to snap. "I was tired of him thinking he could still bully me!"

She takes a few steps closer to you. "This has been going on for a while now. Why didn't you tell us?"

"I didn't want either of you to walk into the principal's office thinking you could stop it when it'd only make things worse," you grumble.

"We could have found another way to stop him from making comments."

"I took care of it the only way I could."

"There's always more than one way-"

"I know," you run your fingers through your hair in a frustrated manner. "I wasn't thinking but he wouldn't shut up. He waited a few months, giving me a grievance period but then he started talking shit again and today he wouldn't leave me alone."

"Why didn't you tell us?" Jared asks.

"Yeah," you scoff, "because I wanted you guys to help when the hothead is one fight away from being expelled. Everyone still thinks those two," you point to Embry and Quil. "Are weird because they suddenly got buff and had a haircut. Don't even mention the fact that Jake along with Brady and Collin are the new talk of the pack."

Sam sighs, rubbing a hand over his face. "Just, go clean the blood off as best you can, and Emily will wrap your wounds."

"I already did."

"Then go get the first aid kit and bring it in here."

You walk back into the bathroom throwing everything you’d laid out on the counter back into the bag and aim for the kitchen. "Heal me with your magical powers, Em."

She smiles and wraps an arm around your shoulders as she guides you to the island so she can use the natural light to check over you. "Does this hurt?"

"Not yet."

"Okay, let me know when it-"

You suck in a deep breath through your teeth.

"Hurts. You okay?"

"Peachy, Em."

"I know you had to defend yourself today, but fighting isn't always the answer."

"Yeah, I know," you reply with an attitude.

"I'm just reminding you, so you don't continue hurting yourself. You're not like the others, and I don't like seeing you get hurt."

"Thanks, Emily," you wrap your arms around her and pull her in for a long hug.

She smiles, returning the hug. "Don't go getting into fights again or else I'm going to bubble wrap you."

You chuckle. "As long as you save me from a Sam lecture."

"Deal." She slides the plate with muffins, closer to you. "Eat something first."

The guys shake their heads at your behavior.

"Does this mean I can hang out with you guys?"

"You hang out with us already," Jacob points out.

"Cliff diving." You unwrap your muffin.

"Absolutely not," your uncle tells you.

"Come on."

"No,” Sam shakes his head.

"Guys," you beg, turning around to look at the others.

"We're not getting involved in that," Paul raises his hands, heading towards the couch.

- Extra -

"Wha-"

"I'm with Paul," Embry tells you, pulling Quil with him as they sit beside Jared.

You turn to face your knight in shining armor. “Jake-”

He turns away from the others and glances back at you, the humor falling from his face.

“Oh, shit,” Jared mutters.

“Are you serious?” Embry whines.

You owlishly blink trying to figure out what’s happened when he falls to his knees. You set your muffin down and push yourself off the stool to stand in front of him. You poke his shoulder. “Are you okay?”

“It’s you,” he mutters.

You raise your head and face the others with a scared and confused expression. “Guys, what the hell just happened?”

Paul smirks and looks away.

Jared buries his face with a muffin.

Embry and Quil face the tv, not wanting to see how things plays out.

Brady and Collin walk through the door.

“Holy shit,” the former says.

“Congrats, Jake. You finally got your imprint,” the latter adds.

“What?” You spin around to face Emily. “Imprint? That’s what just happened?”

Sam rubs a hand over his face. This was the last thing they needed.

“Did we- did you not know?” Brady asks you.

“Does this look like the face of someone who’s in the know? Does it. Brady?”

Collin pulls his buddy away before you can rip their heads off.

“I think we need to talk,” Sam says, pulling Jacob off the ground. “Outside.”

You three stand on the porch, trying to wrap your heads around the whole situation.

-

“I don’t know what this means,” you tell them.

“This means, no being alone in your room. No sneaking out after curfew. No-”

“Sam, we’re not dating. This doesn’t apply to us.”

“It could,” he says, finally snapping out of his mind.

“What?”

“It- the imprint bond doesn’t happen by accident, it’s the joining of when two soulmates find each other.”

“So, we’re soulmates?”

He nods.

“I thought you were in love with Bella?”

“I was.”

“And now you’re not? You couldn’t have moved on that fast just because of this bond.”

He sighs, “I know this is going to be a lot of work, but I want to get to know you whether we go out or not… even though dating you-”

The clearing of someone’s throat cuts him off.

He sheepishly smiles, rubbing the back of his head. “We’ll talk more later.”

You can’t help but giggle and wince soon after.

He’s kneeling in front of you in seconds, searching for any sign of pain. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. My lip is going to be the kill joy of my existence for a few days but I’m fine.” You place a hand on his shoulder, “thanks for pulling me out of there when you did.”

He shakes his head, “it was nothing.”

“It was more than you know, and I know you were only there because Uncle Sam made you, but I still wanted to thank you.”

He can’t help the wide smile that stretches across his lips. “I’ll always be there for you.”

-

Sam throws you over his shoulder. “Babe, where’s the extra wood I keep for the winter?”

“Back room, why?” She asks, watching as you beat on his back.

“I’m locking some doors.”

“Sam, no!” You screech. “Boys, help me.”

“He’s the alpha, what he says go,” Paul tells you.

“You suck, Lahote.”

“You’re gonna be swallowing, princess.”

Paul has never shifted and ran out of his alpha’s place as quickly as he did today.

The others lose their minds as he runs all around, nearly bumping into the clearwater siblings as they head towards the place.

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Continue to: Part II

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[maggie-readss]

Title: More Than Just a Match

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The Sidemen Charity Match 2025 was nothing short of a spectacle. Wembley Stadium was alive — 90,000 fans screaming their hearts out, banners waving, chants echoing. The energy was so intense you could practically feel it vibrating through the ground. And there you were, standing on the sidelines, trying your absolute best not to look like a lovesick fool.

You failed miserably.

Your eyes kept drifting to one person: Harry Lewis, aka W2S.

He was already drenched in sweat, hair sticking to his forehead, his jersey slightly untucked — and somehow, he still managed to look stupidly attractive. He was pacing, bouncing on his feet, his signature chaos-energy fully activated.

“You’re literally drooling,” Faith whispered beside you, smirking.

“I am not!” you hissed, wiping your mouth — just in case.

But maybe Faith had a point because when Harry scored a screamer from outside the box in the first half, you absolutely lost it. You jumped up, cheering like the most biased fan in the stadium. And when he turned around, his eyes immediately found yours.

Your stomach did an Olympic-level somersault.

Harry’s POV:

He shouldn’t be distracted. He knew that. But every time he looked toward the sidelines and saw you there — smiling, cheering, looking perfect — his focus slipped just a little.

“Mate, you’re staring,” Simon teased, nudging him during a water break.

“Shut up.”

“Just saying. You gonna score a goal or just keep making heart eyes?”

Harry groaned, chugging his water. But Simon’s words stuck. Maybe he should… make a move. A big one.

Back to Y/N:

The match was insane. Goals flying left and right, JJ arguing with the ref (what else was new?), and Logan Paul literally suplexing Joe Weller in celebration. It was absolute chaos — and you loved it.

But your heart stopped when, in the 68th minute, Harry got the ball. He was fast, weaving past defenders with surprising focus. You held your breath as he lined up the shot — and when the ball rocketed into the net, the stadium erupted.

And then Harry ran.

Not to his teammates. Not toward the stands.

He ran straight to you.

“Oh my God,” you whispered, your heart pounding so loud you could barely hear the crowd.

Before you could even process it, Harry was in front of you — and then his hands were on your face, and then his lips were on yours. The world spun. The cheers became white noise. Everything else disappeared.

When he finally pulled away, his forehead rested against yours. “Took me long enough, huh?” he murmured, his eyes shining.

“I— I—” Your brain short-circuited. “Yeah. Yeah, you did.”

Twitter went absolutely feral:

@SidemenFan4Life: “HARRY LEWIS JUST SCORED AND KISSED Y/N I’M NOT OKAY”

@W2SUpdates: “HARRY. LEWIS. MY HEART.”

@JJisGoat: “JJ’s face in the background looks like he just witnessed the apocalypse 💀”

The match continued, but let’s be honest — nothing topped that moment. Not even the nail-biting penalty shootout that followed. (For the record, the YouTube Allstars won. But who was even paying attention?)

Post-match interview:

Interviewer: “Harry, your goal was incredible, but everyone’s talking about the celebration. Care to explain?”

Harry (grinning): “Well, if I’m gonna shoot my shot, I figured I might as well do it properly.”

The crowd screamed. You buried your face in your hands. Faith cackled beside you.

And Harry? Harry just kept smiling. Because finally — finally — he’d scored the goal that mattered most.

xoxo

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AHHHHHHHHHHHH, CAN'T BELIEVE I'VE WRITTEN MY FIRST EVER HAROLDINHO FF, its all inspired by the beautiful stories I've read here written by beautiful people. Do lmk what you think loves.

[isalabells]

first of all "DFB t h i n k s" is a ballsy statement and you know it. No thinking processes were identified in the making of any recent decisions Denken, das wär doch was für euch

Die eigentliche deutsche Hybris liegt darin, dass es oft nicht einmal Konsens ist, dass die Anderen auch gewinnen wollen, und man sich die eigene Niederlage nur als Großkrise oder gar Weltuntergang vorstellen mag bis kann.

They chose this and FRESH NEW START!! as their angle and are determined to ride it out until they completed the 2026 mission.

Also, the days of "Wir sind kein Teil einer Imagekampagne, wir sind so aus Überzeugung" are long gone. Be blessed you were there to witness them firsthand in the first place.

So you're telling me that after the disaster that was the last documentary (and that at least damaged one guy's reputation in this country and he's still busy carefully building it up again) the DFB really thinks it's necessary to release another one just to drive this whole "ohhhh, we we're robbed" and "fresh new start everything is so much better now" narrative even further?

And in the same week the so-called captain of the team has publicly stated that 2022, wasn't eveb that bad (it was organised very well1!1) and they should have behaved differently? After the months leading up to the tournament the public was meant to believe that human rights are really important to the players and it all came from them and that it wasn't just some marketing ploy?

Come on.

[bloodlineslut]

The Law of Obsession (Ch. 1) | Roman Reigns

Plot: Roman Reigns seems to be everything Laila never knew she needed. He's handsome, charming, confident, and very protective. As a criminal defense attorney, Roman is used to bending the laws to his will, to his control. When he meets Laila, a 21 year old student who just transferred from her hometown college, he sees a young woman who needs his protection. He sees someone who only needs him.

Laila believes she's found the perfect man. But perfection always comes at a price.

Pairings: Roman Reigns x black! OC

Warnings: OC is a virgin! (for now…), slow burn romance, they’re just talking to each other in this chapter

Summary: For the past week, a mysterious man has been watching Laila at the cozy little café she goes to after class, where he finally decides to “introduce” himself.

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: CHAPTER 1 AHHHH! This was more of an intro chapter so it's a little shorter. I’m gonna do a slow burn to build up the suspense, romance, and everything in between. It will have everybody from the original bloodline, so Roman, Paul, Jimmy, Jey, Solo, and even Sami!! Yall please comment if you like it so far! And if you want to be tagged let me know

Laila usually kept to herself. It’s not that it was on purpose, though. After moving halfway across the country to Florida to finish college, she was still adjusting to the new environment.

After graduating high school, her parents encouraged her to enroll at the community college, just for maybe 2 years or so. She did everything to make her mom and dad happy, but she couldn't help but think she was missing out on the full college experience.

She talked to her parents about possibly transferring, although she never said where. They reluctantly agreed, and 2 weeks later, she found out that she got accepted into the University of Miami just in time for the fall semester.

It took a lot of convincing her parents, especially her mom, to let her go. But once Laila mentioned that she received a scholarship, that convincing became a whole lot easier.

All her mom and dad wanted her to do was to continue to make good grades and get her Bachelor of Science degree in Accounting. Also, with her being the only child, she had to do well.

She was a tad bit sheltered in the romance department, too.

She had her first kiss at 17 on the night of homecoming with this boy, Trey, who she had a big crush on since freshman year.

That was like the highlight of her life, to be honest.

But ever since then, it’s just been school, school, and more school.

She just wishes she knew at least one person here in her new home for the next 2 years.

“Order for Laila!” She was snapped out of her thoughts, forgetting that she was supposed to be listening for her coffee that she ordered a couple minutes ago.

Quickly standing up from the little corner table she found, she walks up to the counter where the barista is holding the drink out for her.

“Thank you so much!” She takes the drink—an iced cappuccino with hazelnut shots and sweet cream cold foam on top—and walks back to her table.

Setting the coffee next to her laptop, she opens it, going to her calendar to see if there were any assignments due tonight.

“Oh, thank goodness.” She quietly breathed out as the front door bell rang, signaling a new customer had just entered.

Naturally, she glanced up at the person and unintentionally did a double take.

Oh, this man was handsome.

Not wanting him to catch her looking at him, she quickly averted her eyes back to her laptop. His back was now to her, waiting in line at the counter to put in his order.

She trailed her eyes from her laptop screen to his back, taking in his very tall stature. He also had on a black suit that he definitely got tailored, because it fit every inch of him perfectly.

The guys back home surely don’t look like that.

Trailing her eyes up his back, to his head, she sees that he has a nice man bun.

And then she hears his voice.

“Yea. I want a large black coffee with cream and sugar on the side. Thank you.”

Laila notices how he says, “I want…”. Her mom always told her that the way a person orders food or a drink tells a lot about their personality.

She was always the type of person to say, “Could I please get…”

Clearly, this guy knew what he wanted.

She didn’t realize she was still staring at the back of him, until he turned around and softly smirked at her. Her eyes widened in embarrassment, and she looked down at her phone in shame.

Needing a distraction, she just decided to mindlessly read over her class’s syllabus. Her brain only registered something about a research paper due at the end of the semester, when she suddenly felt a large presence standing in front of her table.

She damn near looked like a deer in headlights.

“So, UMiami huh?” The deep, velvet-smooth voice spoke out.

Laila slowly turned her head upwards to meet the face of this sexy, mysterious man, and she had to catch her jaw from going slack at his beauty.

“…How do you know that?” She asks, confused.

The man just chuckles and points to the back of her laptop. “The sticker that says ‘UMiami.’”

Laila reaches to close her laptop just enough to see the sticker that he’s talking about. “Oh, right! I forgot I put that sticker there.” She laughs, showcasing a beautiful smile and two deep dimples that lit up her whole face.

Her smile made Roman smile, his dimples catching her eye, a sharp but adorable contrast to his manly features.

With his large coffee in one hand, he uses his other to point to the chair in front of her. “You mind if I sit?” It was a bit more of a statement than a question.

Laila, not knowing how to say no to people, nods before she can catch herself.

Every move this man makes is with purpose, never rushing or hesitating. Every move is with intention. He sets his coffee down, his fingers briefly brushing against the rim of the cup before he smoothly pulls out the chair.

A quiet confidence that’s controlled and deliberate.

She watches as he sits across from her, his broad shoulders relaxed but his presence heavy. There’s something about the way he looks at her—like he already knows something she doesn’t.

Laila clears her throat, in an attempt to calm her nerves. It’s not that he was creepy or anything. His stare was just so intense that it made her suddenly so hyper-aware of herself.

He finally speaks up. “I’m Roman.” He says, slowly outstretching his hand over her now-closed laptop.

Laila hesitates for just a second, but ultimately moves her hand toward his. He gives her a flirty gentleman’s handshake, her delicate fingers between his thumb and fingers. He smirks at her, giving her soft hand the slightest, respectful squeeze.

Roman holds her gaze, steady and calm, his eyes holding an underlying intensity that Laila is oblivious to.

“My name is Laila.” She shakes her head and speaks up, forgetting that he just introduced himself to her.

“It’s very nice to meet you. Laila.” He tests out her name on his tongue and it seemed to just roll right off of his tongue.

She was the first to gently pull away from his hand, smiling nervously and fiddling with her hair.

Roman brings his coffee to his lips, taking a sip of it now that it had a chance to cool off a bit.

“You come here often?” That voice was so attractive to Laila.

“Huh? Oh, yeah! I like to do my homework here instead of the library a lot of the time.” Now it was her turn to take a sip of her iced coffee.

"What are you studying?"

"Accounting, I'm in my junior year." She says nodding, proud of how far she's come.

"Good with numbers huh?" He teases and smirks at her, knowing she's probably heard it a hundred times.

She playfully rolls her eyes and tucks her hair behind her ear. "Ugh, if I had a dime for every time somebody said that. But, I just like this coffee place because it's so cute."

Roman nods in understanding. “I get it. I like to come here after work every day before I drive home.”

This piqued her interest. “Oh, what do you do?” Curiosity filled her voice.

His fingers grazed the top of his cup before meeting her big brown eyes again. “I’m a criminal defense lawyer.” He says with confidence. He took his job very seriously, as it entailed some things that had to be kept under wraps.

Laila’s eyes lit up at this new information. “Oh wow! Wait, so you get the bad guys off?” She giggles.

A ghost of a smile appeared on his face at her question. “Yea somethin’ like that.”

Laila smiled at looked down at her lap, still so nervous and in shock that a man that looks like this is even sitting down, talking to her.

“Well, if I ever get in any trouble, I’ll know who to call!” She adds to the fire.

“Nah. You’re not the type to get into trouble. Just stay with the right crowd, you’ll be okay.” Laila couldn’t tell if he was joking or not.

“I don’t even have a crowd to stay with…I don’t know anyone here.” She shyly admits, shrugging her shoulders.

“You know me.” His tongue peeks out of his mouth to lick his lips while he brings a large hand to his tie, tugging it down a little.

Laila’s heart had to be going a million miles a minute, at this point.

It was like everything he did was sexy. He just oozed sex.

‘Girl you’re a virgin, you don’t know what sex even feels like.’ That voice inside her head yells at her.

She was trying to think of what to say next, but he spoke up before she could.

Roman reached two of his thick fingers into the pocket inside his black suit jacket, pulling out a stiff little white card with writing on it.

“If you ever ‘get into some trouble’ ,” he said, his voice low, “give me a call.”

Laila gently took it from his fingers and read the words on it.

Reigns, Heyman, & Associates

“Justice served. By any means necessary.”

Seeing the law firm’s motto made her blink back her surprise. “Oh, wow…you uh, really get down to business,” she glances up at him, to find him already looking at her.

“We do. Let me know if I can do anything for you. Get you out of a parking ticket, beat up somebody for you, talk to a professor…”

This made Laila laugh, but little did she know, Roman really was NOT joking.

He chuckled and admired how beautiful she was when she laughed. Those beautiful dimples would make him so weak.

A text message from his phone broke him out of his admiration as he looked down at it. It was Heyman.

Paul Heyman: Chief, we have a new client. This one got busted for drugs, but he was one of the contributors in our plan to take over Rollins’ firm.

Roman: Say no more. I’ll be there in 15 minutes.

After texting Heyman back, he put his phone in his pants pocket. “Laila, I actually gotta get goin’, sweetheart.” He says, standing up and grabbing his half-drunken coffee that was now cold.

He reached his hand out for what Laila thought would be a good-bye handshake, but he brought her hand up to his lips and placed a soft kiss on her knuckles.

“Be safe okay?” His hypnotizing voice coaxed an immediate response out of her.

“Okay.”

They parted ways, with Roman leaving to handle business, and Laila being left with her thoughts and her heart that didn’t seem to stop racing ever since she met this man.

[two-bit-too-high]

lost boys with a hyper mate/pack member, then when they get back to the cave they just burn out and pass tf out. Fluff 100%

A/N hello y'all thx for the suggestions I'm gonna work on them over the next few days or whenever hope y'all are having a good Christmas or holidays and I hope you enjoy. Feel free to send in anymore ideas and as always nothing too spicy.

The Lost boys x Hyper reader

☁️ Pure fluffy

⚠️Warnings: drugs (mentioned in passing) also for just incase Cotten Cady = Fairy Floss

(I am dyslexic so I do apologise if anything is miss spelt or if the gramma is awful)

Anyway enjoy

Summer time in Santa Carla the best time school was out and the boardwalk was busy. Busy boardwalk ment easy picking for the local vampires. Speaking of the local vampires, two of them were currently parked at the beach watching over a group of surfnazis scouting out their meal for the night.

“Ew no he is not sunburnt ” said Paul as he leant up against Marko’s bike “oh come on that doesn’t change anything about the blood, about the good bit” Marko replied. “It’s the sunblock that makes it taste different” Paul adds The two continued to talk and make their choices for food. After a few moments they heard the other three motorcycles pull out a little bit away then a few seconds after Paul had been tackled to the ground.

“Ah! What was that for, boo” he yelled as he started to rough house with them in the sand “DAVID GAVE ME COTTON CADY” you yelled in reply “ the big cotton candy” adds Dwyane in a less than impressed.you keep tussling and rolling around on the sandbank with Paul. “Just cotton candy?” Paul says “ AND A SNOW CONE” you reply. After a few More moments of laughter and roughhousing you two are pulled apart by Dwayne “that’s enough little one” he said with a smile. You The smaller vampire was still buzzing as you sat down on the sand looking around like a Meerkat “ I can taste colour” you say looking up at David who was standing behind you looking down “oh really now” he replied “yeah” you say as lean back on his legs “you done being a little critter yet” he asked before he could get an answer you were gone. you had scaled up a tree and started to swing back and forth on a branch “wooooow I can see the whole of Santa Carla from up here” you say like a child at an amusement park for the first time. “Come on Meerkat get down we all need to feed” calls out David from under the tree “right right Proper food” you let go of the branch and land on your feet in the sand “come on then ya lazy bums” you say as you run past the boys into the camp of surfnazis the boys following suit.

After your delicious bloodbath the five of you washed off in the ocean. The boys ended up floating around for a while in the meantime you had decided to go and climb some cliffs. Still running on your sugar high you quickly found a clif you were willing to challenge and started climbing. Grabbing rock after rock as you scale the rocky wall. “Woah look at them go” yelled out Marko and pointed you out to the others. By the time they had turned around to look at you where at the top waving down at them the biggest smile plastered across your face.

After your little climbing expedition was over you all made your way back to the bikes.Unbeknown to the boys you had found a few sticks of sherbet in Marko's bike bag and downed them all at once. “Marko Marko Marko Marko” you yapped as you jumped around him in a small circle “what what what what” he yaps back his eyes following you around. “ Was that sugar or cocaine in those sticks” you ask “sugar” he Answered “ok” you say before jumping into your bike. “We are gonna be in for a long night” says Dwyane to David “yeah,but they are having fun so who cares” David replies

The drive home was faster than usual due to your sugar boost. Now usually the boys don't care about speed limits. That was more of a you thing as you were human more recently than them and knew what a nasty high speed crash could do someone.but on this particular night you had completely thrown those fears out the window. Where you gonna go at 150 over that old rusty bridge absolutely and did you love absolutely.

Once back at the cave the boys expect you to keep going. Too jump about the cave from rock ledge to rock ledge but alas they were wrong. Once you all got home they watched as you slowly and lethargically walked up to the small bedroom that they had made for you when you turned six years ago. Once inside you tuned to your records and record player picking out a vinyl that Paul had given you for your new birthday day that being the day that made your First kill and completed the process to becoming a vampire.

“What are you doing boo” asked paul as he joined you laying down in the nest bed that had been made a few months ago. “Energy low” you say as you cuddle up to his chest fiddling with the fishnet shirt he was wearing .As the sound of Bon Jovi started to softly fill the room the boys started to file in joining you in the nest eventually you fell asleep. You are in the middle David and Dwyane to your right and the two blonde bombshells to your left.

“And they crashed” said Marko as he cuddles up beside you “sugar crash” added Paul “I bet you their teeth are gonna hurt tomorrow night” said David who was laying half on the bed half on Dwyane.”Good thing I brought more toothpaste today then” slurred Dwyane as he was half asleep. One by one they all started to slip into sleep.As the soft sound of Bon Jovi’s “living on a prayer” filled the room.

Thx for reading I hope you have a great day :)

[sugardollcurse]

love love love the way you write the guys 💖 my god!!

if i could request, perhaps on any thoughts of how they might react with an easily startled/easily surprised reader?

𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒔/𝒐

꒰ pairing ꒱ paul mccartney x reader, john lennon x reader, george harrison x reader, ringo starr x reader

꒰ note ꒱ you're the sweetest, thank you!! ♡ i’m turning my thoughts into headcanons and wrapping ‘em up like little sweets just for you :b

꒰ JOHN ꒱

"Didn’t mean to scare you, love! Honest. You're just very jumpable. Is that a word?"

Oh he lives for the reactions at first.

If you jump when he walks in too fast, he’s like

“Bloody hell! You leapt three feet in the air!” and he’s laughing while also reaching to hold your face like “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Do it again.”

Quickly learns to dial it back when he notices you truly get rattled.

You flinch once when a door slams and he gets serious fast..

Starts announcing himself dramatically before entering rooms:

“I COME BEARING TEA. DO NOT BE ALARMED.”

Puts bells on his boots as a joke one day so you can “hear him coming.” It’s stupid, but you actually keep them.

If someone else startles you, he glares. “Watch what you’re doin’, mate. Scared ‘em half to death.”

If you're cuddling on the sofa and a loud sound makes you jump, he’ll just tighten his hold and murmur,

“Don’t worry. Nothing’s gonna get you while I’m here. Promise.”

꒰ PAUL ꒱

"Did I scare you? Oh, sweetheart, I’m sorry.. should’ve knocked louder or something, eh?"

So gentle about it, it physically hurts how soft he becomes if he accidentally startles you.

One time you squeaked when he brushed past too fast and he immediately cupped your cheeks, wide-eyed

“Darling. I didn’t mean to-oh no, are you alright?”

Becomes hyperaware of his movements after that.

Opens doors slower. Hums to announce his presence. You name it.

Creates a “safe word” system for "surprise hugs"

He’ll go “Incoming!” before hugging from behind so you’re not caught off-guard.

You're caught off guard anyway.

Talks soothingly if you get spooked in public.

Hand on your back, head bent to yours.

“It’s alright, love, just a loud lorry, nothing to worry about. I’ve got you.”

꒰ GEORGE ꒱

"Didn’t mean to sneak up on you. Swear I wasn’t tryin’ to... your energy’s just quiet, so I match it, y’know?"

George gets it.

He’s jumpy sometimes too, especially with sudden noises.

(Beatlemania PTSD... cough cough)

You two flinch in sync sometimes and then laugh about it together.

If he sees you startle, he gives a little chuckle but he steps in closer and lowers his voice.

“You’re safe. Just me.”

His voice becomes a grounding anchor for you.

You learn to pick up on the calm rhythm of it when he’s near.

Will walk into a room and gently clear his throat or say your name softly just to ease you into noticing him.

When you tell him you're embarrassed about it, he frowns.

“Why would you be? The world’s loud. You’re just tuned in different. That’s not a bad thing.”

꒰ RINGO ꒱

"Blimey, didn’t know I was that scary lookin’! Should I grow me hair longer? Wear bells?"

Absolutely the type to tease you at first.

Never cruel, always playful.

But quickly becomes your gentle protector.

If someone’s stomping about too loud or yelling across a room, he’ll go,

“Ey! Some of us are tryin’ not to die from heart attacks here, yeah?”

Will hum a silly tune before walking into rooms to announce his presence.

Offers to hold your hand in crowds, loud spaces, or when fireworks are going off.

“Squeeze if it gets too much, alright?”

Very in tune with your body language.

If you flinch slightly, his eyes snap to yours: “Too loud? Want to go sit down?”

If you get startled and your mood crashes, he’ll gently drag you under a blanket and go,

“We’re a pair of startled squirrels, you and me. Let’s hide for a bit.”

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[ebony-blood]

Poly!The Lost Boys x Reader 

Warnings/AN: They’re a packaged deal, ofc you’re getting all four. Yandere/obsessive stuff because they’re just like that. I tried to be as gender-neutral as possible, lemme know if I need to fix anything.

You have been in Santa Carla for about a year now, you wanna know how long it took for the boys to fall for you? 2 months

Paul fell first, bro spent a whole 2 hours daily rambling to Marko about how much he loved you, how perfect you were in his eyes, how cute you were…

Gender doesn’t matter to these rat bastards, you’re still Paul’s Cutie

Marko fell next, listening to Paul rant about your utter perfection, thus, he started believing you were an angel, literally an angel.

And that’s when the two boys started stalking you, following you around the boardwalk and practically growling at anyone that approached, male, female, whatever

Paul practically has heart eyes every time he sees you, every single time.

Dwayne is next, and he falls WAY harder than the other two

Mr. Tall, dark and handsome over here will follow you home daily, he waits for nightfall and comes out to see you, when he’s not with his brothers, he’s around you.

He may as well be lying on a bed, writing in a notebook about how much he loves you, giggling and kicking his feet like a schoolgirl

So, the three that AREN’T David fall in love with you in two months, David followed shortly behind, and only a month after Dwayne fell, David was fucking INFATUATED.

He has it BAD, like, god, it’s even worse than his brothers.

Eventually, all four of the boys decide they wanna talk to you, and goddammit the minute you open your mouth they’re even more in love with you. 

And so, they start leaving you anonymous gifts, roses, jewelry, Marko paints for you, anything they can think of, they’ll steal it and leave it on your porch. 

It took a few months, but when you realized they were giving you the gifts, you started hanging out with them more, and soon, you were taken to the cave.

They loved you, obviously.

It took almost no time for you to fall for their silly personalities, and that was when they knew they had you.

They became protective, but not outwardly obsessive.

At least, you thought so. 

After they started dating you, they started getting worse in their stalking.

They had a system, every other week, sometimes months between instances, one of them would silently stalk you, keeping hidden in the dark, and one or two of them would pretend to bump into you when you start freaking out.

You were always too freaked out to ask how they were there.

You found out they were vampires when you caught them killing and feeding on a guy who had been actually stalking you. You were freaked out at first.

Eventually, David managed to calm you, promising they would never hurt or kill you.

Now that we’re past all the meetings, falling, stalking, and so on, here’s the actual cute stuff. 

Paul and Marko

These rat fucks are literally never not by your side. 

They bite you, randomly grab you, kiss you, just whenever they want, it doesn’t matter. 

Both boys steal things from you, all the time

Clothes, blankets, stuffed animals, books, your perfume/cologne/body spray, makeup if you wear it, whatever they can get their hands on, it’s with them.

You slowly start noticing them wearing your clothes, your perfume/cologne/body spray, and you ask about it. They always deny having it.

If you wear it, they put on your lipstick or lipgloss before they kiss you, because they think it's funny. 

Paul started trying to get you to smoke with him. 

Marko paints you like constantly, and anytime he catches you watching or looking at him, he has the most lovestruck and goofy look on his face.

Both fantasize about you 24/7 and just bounce stuff off of each other. 

They definitely bite you the most

65% of the bitemarks on you are from them, and 35% are from the other two boys.

Cuddle you the most.

Tease you the most

Teasing nips are greetings to them

Both have very little consistency in pet names for you, they just pick whatever.

Dwayne

The sweetest, and the biggest stalker ever.

Bro follows you around constantly. 

He doesn’t allow you to ride on the back of Paul and Marko's bikes, it's either him or David.

Holds your hands all the time

Gives you his jacket all the time.

You get cold? Take his jacket. Getting outta the ocean after Paul tossed you in? Take his jacket.

Smiles every time he sees you. 

Also takes your perfume/cologne/body spray, sprays himself down, and snuggles into clothes you wear he stole when he wanted to snuggle with you.

Acts totally normal around you but is a giggly schoolgirl when talking about you with the boys.

Brings you food and drinks daily, if he doesn’t know if you’ve eaten, you bet your ass he’s bringing you food.

About 15% of your bites are from him. 

Constantly makes sure you care for yourself.

Not into PDA but will hold your hands daily.

Bro has a mix of songs that reminds him of you.

Calls you stuff like Darling and Honey, he just gives those vibes.

David

OHHHH DEAR GOD-

David is worse than Dwayne, Marko, and Paul combined.

Stalks you, constantly, and he always makes sure you know he’s there.

Sassy, sarcastic, an asshole, we know this, but this carries over to you too.

Bro sasses you all the time.

Dude treats you like he treated Star, bro will just stare at you, if you don’t respond or do as he’s implying, he just calls your name again, and again, until he eventually just snaps in your face, not shouting, but literally snapping.

Nips at your ears, neck, and shoulders

Teases you, all the time, constantly for no reason. Like if you trip bro is laughing and he doesn’t even help your ass up. 

He does care though, he loves you so SO much.

The dude actually takes his damn gloves off to touch you sometimes! That NEVER happens!

Isn’t into PDA, at all, his hands stay securely in your back pockets or with his fingers through your belt loops, you are not leaving his side, if he isn’t around you bet your ass you’re sticking with Dwayne.

Will randomly give you things, Bro gave you one of his old tee shirts and he gets very pouty if you don’t wear it around.

He is not a sweet boy, but also a sweet guy, if you wear down his walls and wiggle your way into his heart, you will NEVER leave.

He’s terrified of being alone, if you leave for even a second, the man almost melts down. 

Calls you stuff like Babe, Baby, and Doll, doll is used no matter your gender, he won’t stop.

One more because our first one for Davie here also brings you food but fucks with you like he did with Micheal. He does keep extras if you actually freak out about it but after a certain point in your time with the boys, you start leaning into the goofiness. 

All four of them

Only a few here.

The boys are cuddlers, if they stay with you in your house, (You have blackout curtains) they are wrapped around you, Paul and Marko are damn well laying on top of you.

Will scream at any bastard on the boardwalk that even LOOKS at you wrong.

They fight anyone at all, for any reason, for everything, at all for you.

These nerds rant about everything they love, David will scream about how much he loves Billy Idol at any time, Marko talks about art all the damn time, Paul will just rant about how fucking much he loves guitarists like Mick Mars, Ace Frehley, and Eddie Van Halen, and Dwayne talks about books. All four always have stars in their eyes when talking, it's so cute. 

The rats started rubbing off on you, you’re crazy now, you ride bikes, and you yell, and scream with all of the boys.

When they do turn you, it amplifies by 20.

Your favorite activity is hanging off the bridge with the boys and biking. 

You eventually get your own, they were hesitant, but eh.

They love biking with you, and then you all either hang from the wood beams while sleeping or snuggle up in your bed and sleep peacefully. You wearing one of their jackets of course.

[captain-pheonix]

Hello. I will call you Phoenix because that sounds very cool and you are cool and I platonically like you and enjoy your works.

Anyways I have come to request an all mercs + Pauling if you’re comfortable and want to write that. (If not maybe just Medic +whoever else you want to write for.) with a reader who has Schizophrenia? I’ve been going through some moments with it and the TF2 mercs are my comfort characters and your blog just feels nice.

If you aren’t comfortable with this feel free to block me or just ignore this ask entirely! Thank you very much!

A/n: GAHHH ILY PLATONICALLY TOO 🫶 ty for sending in a request, I’m so glad you enjoy my works! I try my best! I made sure I did some more extensive reasearch about schizophrenia/the real experience with it before I wrote this, please let me know if I should make some edits! (And other ppl reading this, also don’t be afraid to send an ask about making edits!)

Mercs + Pauling w/ reader w/ Schizophrenia (headcannons)

(Platonic or romantic!)

Pauling:

- will have some guilt about how she works all the time and can’t be there for you

- might send some gifts and call you in between jobs/travel, asking how you’ve been, asking if now was a good time or if you needed a distraction

- as soon as she gets the chance to come see you, she takes it

- asks over and over if you’re okay, because it’s been keeping her anxious on her jobs

- she’ll comfort you with sweet words over the phone if you call her for help

- reminds you to take your meds

Scout:

- absolutely clueless

- buys into stereotypes

- “the voices” type shit

- this guy is gonna need a thorough explanation as to how you feel all the time

- probably asks you how you’re feeling all the time too

- might be a little too quick to do his sneak-attack hugs

- likes hugging you a lot, so that could offer some grounding if you’re having delusions/hallucinations

- words of affirmation 10/10

- expect a lot of words…

- speaking of a lot of words, need an auditory distraction? The scout-o-matic is here! (Only $69.99)

Soldier:

- clueless prick

- thinks you’re some spy or something

- it might take the entirety of the team to convince him otherwise and try to explain it to him with your help

- might also buy into the stereotypes

- if you say you hear or see something that man is going to run around screaming with his shovel trying to chase them off for you (believes they’re real, but only you have magic powers to see them or something)

Medic:

- #1 meds administer

- does not buy into stereotypes, since he may know something about it

- (fw researching you heavy)

- dude is taking notes as you’re straight up not having it

- jk he goes to comfort you if he can after a bit

- you WILL be staying in the infirmary with him (sorry I don’t make the rules)

- will look into techniques to help you

Demo:

- you already know he’s offering alcohol to take the edge off/distract

- you have tried many times to tell him that that will not work

- if you had alcohol with your meds things would not end well

- offers himself as a napping space for being really exhausted (I’d take him up on that)

- he might already be passed out when you go to ask if you two can nap

- might wanna just scootch in there

Heavy:

- will protect you from the bad things (or at least try)

- if someone hurt pookie that’s no good it will not do

- offers protective bear hugs if you need something/somewhere/someone to cuddle up to and be distracted/grounded

Pyro:

- if you’re describing what you see to them, or have in the past, they might try to draw them with good old fashioned crayons and printer paper

- also schizophrenic 😭

- huge empathy from them

- but uhm they might also just straight up not know they’re schizophrenic, so bro could just be like “same”

- alright enough Gen z talk from me (there can never be enough)

- even if just hanging out with them makes you feel more comfortable

Sniper:

- probably feels bad for you

- opts to hang out indoors if hallucinations/delusions are not fun outside

- comforts you when you think you see or hear something

Spy:

- if he’s attempting to be subtle you might expect some noise cancelling headphones and other helpful tools show up at your door

- if you need a break from certain rooms he’s definitely gonna offer his smoking room

- gets you pill organizers for your meds if that’s something you struggle with

- offers lots of gentle comfort

- let’s be honest, this guy was clueless before you started talking to him about it and what it was

- now he just wants to offer help

Engie:

- probably pities you a bit

- gives you that Texan hospitality but may take a bit to understand you better

- will 10/10 make you something if there’s something he can make to help and if it’s possible

- gonna try everything in his power to make your life easier

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Hopefully I did okay 😭 ty for sending in your request!!

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Cold Hands - David Powers X GN Reader

Title: Cold Hands

David Powers X GN Reader

Additional Characters: Marko, Paul, and Dwanye (Mentioned)

WC: 3,294

Warnings: Mentions of smoking/cigarettes (Not by Reader), love at first sight?, italics, banter, flirting, teasing, one curse word, kind of soft David, suggestive, blood-drinking mentioned, suggestive blood-drinking mentioned, and fluff

Leaning up against the wooden rails of the boardwalk, you wrapped your arms around yourself; a breeze flying past you, sending a chill down your spine. Beside you, David stood. Cigarette loosely sitting between his lips, his ice-blue eyes wandered from person to person. The boardwalk was not as crowded as it usually was - a few groups of people here and there - but you didn't really care. You just wanted to be alone with David for a while. No offense to Marko, Paul, and Dwanye, but they could be quite the handful after a while, and it was nice to just be able to have some alone time with David; even for a little bit.

You met David - and Marko, Paul, and Dwayne - on the very same boardwalk. You were supposed to meet up with friends and go to some party that was going on, but you weren't really in the partying mood that night. Instead, you found yourself on the boardwalk, taking in the sights and smells of the boardwalk amusement park. You had already had yourself a bit of fun, going on the carousel twice, and trying your luck at a rigged game, but it was nearing the time when you'd head home for the night. But, that night, you decided to stay out just a little bit later than usual. 

That was when you met David. 

You could hear motorcycles roaring over the sound of children's laughter and the people's screams on the roller coaster. You followed the sound, spotting the four bikes racing down the boardwalk, weaving past other pedestrians who were too busy laughing or talking to pay attention. Thankfully, no one got hit or run over, and the first thought that came into your mind was just how dangerous they were all being. 

You moved back a bit when you noticed that the four of them were coming your way, and as the first bike sped past, your eyes locked onto its rider. The bleach-blonde's head turned, his piercing blue eyes meeting yours, and for that split second, the world seemed to go by in slow-motion. His gaze was so intense, you felt your breath catch in your throat as he passed by.

But then the moment ended and you blinked, your mind racing - as was your heart. You had heard about the punk bike riders, but even though you had lived in Santa Carla for years at this point, you had never seen them up close before; even for just a split second. 

It wasn't until later in that week that you saw him again. You found yourself back on the boardwalk, with some pink cotton candy in your hand. Was it crazy that you came back multiple times and stayed up later than you usually did to try and catch a glimpse of him again? Maybe, but you just couldn't get him out of your head. Not because you were interested in him - you definitely were. Not because he fascinated you - you were absolutely fascinated. But because you wanted to know more about him. He was definitely just some bad boy, wanna-be gangster. But who was he? Did he always wear that leather jacket? What was his name? How did he get his hair like that? And for the life of you, you couldn't figure out from that one split-second encounter why you had such an interest in him.

Walking down the boardwalk, you occasionally pulled at the candy floss, the sweet fake strawberry taste coated your tongue; you liked the way it melted. Your mind was elsewhere, debating on whether or not you'd get funnel cake the next time you visited the food booth. Sidestepping around another group of people, you made your way out of the amusement park. The boardwalk was crowded, as it usually was, so it was only a matter of time until either you bumped into someone, or someone bumped into you.

And you must have jinxed yourself because a few moments later, a small group of children ran past you, laughing and giggling as they made their way into the park. The last child, stumbling behind, ran right into your side, making you lose your balance and stagger to the side and right into someone's chest. Two hands wrapped around your waist, stabilizing you.

Finding your footing, you felt warmth rise up in your cheeks and ears from embarrassment, "I am so sorry-" You looked up, your eyes meeting those of the person who saved your ass. You paused, staring at his face, at his eyes, and you realized that it wasn't just any random stranger standing in front of you. It was him. "It's you..." You spoke softly, and the bleach-blonde in front of you smirked, letting out a small 'humph.'

"Me?" He asked, seemingly amused as the two of the three young men behind him echoed that chuckle - also seemingly amused by the situation. 

At their laughter, and the realization that his hands were still on your waist, you cleared your throat and took a step back - his hands fell to his side. "I- Nevermind, thanks for catching me." You spoke nervously, but you couldn't look away from him, no matter how embarrassed you were. There was this odd tension in the air, and you had to admit you weren't sure what to make of it. Yes, you found him incredibly attractive. That bleached-blonde hair, light stubble across his chin, and those blue eyes of his, but somehow... He- He just felt different. He was different in a way you couldn't explain. A sense of familiarity mixed with uncertainty, and something else you couldn't even begin to describe.

The bleach-blonde - the leader of the small group, you had assumed - didn't say anything for a moment, and his smirk never faded, his eyes scanning over your form with those eyes of his, a shiver ran down your spine. "What's your name?" 

"Y/N. What's yours?" You responded, and you were glad you remembered to respond. 

"David." He answered, before gesturing to the three behind him, "And this is Marko, Paul, and Dwayne."

'David.' You thought, 'So that's his name...'

From behind David, the blonde - Paul - smiled and waved at you, "Hello!" 

"Are you new?" Marko then asked, leaning around Paul to ask, "I don't think we've seen you before."

You shook your head, "No, uh, I just don't come to the boardwalk that often." You answered, and David let out another soft 'humph.'

"Well, that explains it then," He spoke, and once more, your attention was brought right back to him. That grin was still present on his lips. You swallowed hard and averted your gaze briefly, the moon was high in the sky; you should be heading home. David continued to watch you, intrigued. He watched as you shifted your weight slightly, as the lights from the amusement park sign danced across your features, and reflected off your hair. He remembered you, for a few nights prior. He had rode past you. He let out one last amused 'humph', your eyes leaving the moon and once more meeting his. He then began to walk around you; like a wild animal stalking around its prey. "Come on, boys." He spoke as his gloved hand raised to take a few strands of your hair, letting it slide through his leather-gloved fingers. With one last look, he left, his friends following behind him, but not before Marko grabbed a piece from your cotton candy.

Your eyes followed after him, watching as he disappeared in the crowd, and once he was finally out of your sight you let out the breath you didn't even realize you were holding. Your feet then led you back to your house in a daze. You - again - couldn't stop thinking about him. Your mind would wander, yes, but then it would go straight back into thinking about him. You replayed your first conversation with him over and over again in your head, and for some reason, you knew that this was not going to be your last encounter with him.

~~~

Another breeze ruffled your hair, tickling your cheeks as you let out a small sigh. You did not expect the night to get so chilly, and you began to regret not wearing a thicker jacket. But, your thoughts on how cold the night was quickly left your mind as you felt David's arm wrap around your shoulders; tugging you into his side. You looked up, and the first thing you saw was his bright, icy blue eyes staring right back into yours. 

"Cold?" He spoke as if he read your mind. The thought made you mentally laugh.

"Yeah... Cold." You replied, your voice barely louder than a whisper, but he heard it nevertheless. "But, I’m okay."

He looked back at the people walking past, "Hmm," He pulled the cigarette from his lips, breathing the smoke out into the air, before turning to look at you fully; leaning his side against the wood. His arm around your shoulders raised, cupping your cheek to caress it with the padded leather of his thumb gently. His stare was intense - as always - as his eyes searched yours, looking for what exactly, you could not tell, but you found yourself unable to look away either. After a few moments of silence, he leaned forward ever so slightly and pressed his lips against your forehead. Another breeze shot by, and you shuffled closer to him as goosebumps erupted all over your arms and neck. Slipping your arms around David's waist, your hands slipping under his leather jacket, you buried your face into his shoulder. "You're really cold." He spoke, and you hummed, shutting your eyes.

"Yeah," You nuzzled your cheek into the space between his neck and shoulder. "I'm fine, though."

"Liar." He muttered, feeling how cold your nose was as you nuzzled further into him. "We can wait for the boys back at the cave." His arms wrapped around you, holding you to him. 

You knew that Paul, Marko, and Dwayne would be fine. But, deep down, you hoped that they got your usual order at the nearby Chinese restaurant right; your stomach rumbled. Sighing, you tightened your hold around him, reluctant to let go, but you did, "Okay." 

~~~

Upon arriving at the cave hideout, you quickly made your way inside. Seeing your throw blanket that you brought from home on the back of the tattered couch, you quickly grabbed it; wrapping it around yourself the best you could before sitting down on the said couch. David eventually made his way over, plopping down beside you, and immediately pulling you into his lap; like he usually did.

With the corners of the soft throw blanket curled in your fists, you wrap your arms around his neck, covering both of you in a cocoon of warmth. Your head rested on his shoulder before letting out a sigh. Again, it was nice to have the chance to spend some alone time with him.

David - though usually arrogant and obviously dangerous around others - was actually soft and gentle when it came to you. When it came to you... Well, he'd probably do anything for you. Honestly, who knew that he was such a cuddly bear? A cuddly dangerous bear with razor-sharp teeth to anyone who gets on his bad side.

Shifting slightly, you slipped your hands into your lap, the blanket thankfully staying around the two of you as you pressed your cheek into the cool leather of his shoulder. "They're gonna forget about my sweet and sour pork, aren't they?" You asked quietly, not really wanting to disrupt the silence, but you felt the need to talk.

"Probably." He spoke, his words low and husky; you didn't have to look up at him to know that he was probably grinning. Slipping back into the comfortable silence, you sighed once more, your fingers subconsciously fidgeting with the leather fabric of his arm wrapped around your stomach in front of you. Lifting the arm from around your stomach, you began to play with the leather-gloved hand. 

David watched as you did so, watching as you fiddled with his fingers, bending them, or tracing the stitches along the side of the glove. You did this often, and David had no idea why you were so... Obsessed with his hands. And he never asked you why, but curiosity was almost burning a hole through him. Not to mention, his ego grew knowing that you were so obsessed with his hands.

Silently, without a word, he took his hand from your curious ones. You were about to say something but in awe, you watched as he raised a hand to his mouth. Your lips fell agape, your eyes trained on him - on his hand, lips, eyes - as he bit down on the tip of his gloved pointer finger. David’s eyes never left you as he slid off the glove in one agonizingly slow pull. Was it mighty attractive? The way he stared at you, the way his somewhat pointed canines peeked out between his lips as he bit into his glove… Yes, and it almost distracted you from the fact that he took his glove off. Your eyes dropped from his lips and soon found themselves solely trained on his ungloved hand. His pale skin looked so smooth, his fingers long and slender.

And like a fly to a bright light, you were captivated. Slowly, carefully, you reached out, and the moment your skin touched his, you felt a warm sensation rush throughout your body. His skin was cold to the touch, but you didn't mind it. And as you did with his gloved hand, you began to trace lines along the inside of his palm with your fingertips.

David's eyes stayed focused on you; his brow furrowed slightly, but he remained silent as you traced over the lines of his skin. And then, slowly, he lifted his hand from yours, his thumb coming up to cup your chin; gently lifting your head to look at him. Your heart skipped a beat when your eyes met his, once more the intensity of his stare sent shivers down your spine. 

He didn't say anything, no, only brushing the pad of his thumb against your bottom lip, before leaning down to capture your lips with his. The kiss itself was soft, tender; which was rare. You were so used to him being rough around the edges, rough and addicting. Taking your lips into his, devouring you. You always liked it, the feel of his lips, his tongue, and even his leather-gloved hands on your skin. But tonight, it was different. It was slow, deliberate. It was as if he was trying to memorize the very taste and shape of your lips. 

You loved the rough, mischievous sides of David, but you also loved the soft and loving side that he possessed. 

As his lips fell from yours, you let out a breath, and opened your eyes; immediately you noticed the shift in David’s demeanor. His usually bright, mischievous gaze had darkened, his pupils blown wide, and the faint shimmer of his fangs peeked out from under his lips. His bare hand, which had been gently resting on the back of your neck, twitched almost involuntarily, the grip tightening ever so slightly as if he were holding back.

It only took a moment to understand. Once fixated on yours, his eyes slowly drifted lower, lingering at the curve of your throat, his gaze becoming more intense. You knew that look - dark and hungry.

His fingers brushed through your hair, slowly tucking the strands away from your neck, exposing the skin he so craved. You could feel his breath on your throat, hot and deliberate, sending shivers down your spine. You weren’t scared. He’d bitten you before; you had faint marks from the previous blood-sucking events. Though, you would never admit it, there was something about the way it felt - intimate, addicting - that you found yourself... Enjoying it.

You sighed softly, tilting your head just enough to meet his eyes. “David… Are you hungry?”

A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, his eyes gleaming with that dangerous edge you’d come to love. His voice dropped, low and seductive. “You know me all too well, love.” His thumb grazed your neck, teasing the skin as he continued, “I could never hide it from you, could I?” His words hung in the air, thick with desire and danger, that smirk only deepening as he leaned in, lips ghosting over your pulse. "The real question is… Are you going to stop me?" His tone was playful, but beneath it, there was that unmistakable hunger. And you knew you wouldn’t stop him. You never did.

His lips hovered just above your pulse, the warmth of his breath brushing against your skin. You could feel the tension in the air, thick and electric, as David’s hand slowly curled tighter at the back of your neck, holding you in place, though you weren’t planning on moving. His smirk lingered as he pressed a featherlight kiss to the side of your throat, the contrast between the softness of his lips and the sharpness of his intentions sending your heart racing.

"I haven't stopped you before..." You muttered, your eyes slipping shut as he continued trailing kisses.

“Such a sweet little thing,” He murmured against your skin, dripping with vampiric desire.

His fangs, now fully visible, glinted in the soft light of the cave as he pulled back just enough for you to see the hunger in his eyes. Their darkness had deepened, and his pupils were blown wide, swallowing the usual teasing glint that danced there. You felt your blood pounding in your chest and throbbing at your throat - exactly where he wanted it.

David’s hand slid from your neck to your waist, pulling you flush against him, his other hand threading into your hair. He tipped your head to the side, exposing the curve of your neck fully to him, his eyes following the path of your pulse like a predator watching its prey. His lips ghosted over your skin, and you could feel the sharp points of his fangs just grazing your flesh.

You swallowed hard, the mix of fear and excitement coursing through you like adrenaline. “I won't stop you,” You whispered, your voice breathy as your hands gripped the fabric of his leather jacket. 

A dark chuckle escaped him, the sound vibrating against your throat. “I know you won’t,” He replied, his voice dangerously smooth; sinful. “You like this… Don’t you?” But, before you could answer, you heard Paul and Marko’s laughter. 

David sighed heavily, as did you, his face digging into your neck, his eyes shutting. There goes your moment…

“Guess who brought dinner!?” Paul yelled out, dragging along some guy’s almost dead body along the cave floor. Behind him, Marko had a grin on his face, noticing how he and the other two boys had unintentionally ruined your private moment together.

David raised his head, his usual stoic expression appearing on his face, his hands gripping your waist in annoyance. “You did save some for the rest of us, right?” He asked, tilting his head, and Paul nodded his head.

“Yeah, there’s enough for all of us,” Paul huffed, nudging the unconscious body with his foot.

David hummed, before gently scooting you to sit on the couch as he stood. You let out a sigh, crossing your arms as Marko, Paul, and David began to dig in. Dwayne came over to you, silent and quiet as always, carrying a bag of Chinese takeout. With an appreciative smile, you thanked him, taking your food.

At least you got your sweet and sour pork…

~~~

Main Masterlist | Misc. Masterlist

[anyarose011]

Dimensions {Angus Tully x Reader}

Summary: What else is there to do after an emotional night than spill your darkest insecurities to someone you hated a week ago? Advice: Go bowling and to a movie afterwards so he'll tell you his.

Part 9 of 10 (Masterlist)

Warning(s): Long ass monologues you could use to audition for a school play, a good father figure, swearing, past miscarriages, past abandonment, descriptions of cancer, and descriptions of grief.

I’m just now realizing that all of my series has a dead mom. Guys, I’m not like Walt Disney I swear; my mom is alive and we have a great relationship 85% of the time. But anyway, hey pookiesss, here's my late Christmas/New Years gift! I really loved this chapter, and made it a little longer just to make up for the long time it took to get it out. Honestly...this may be the second to last chapter. We'll just have to see if I would want to write a long last chapter or not. Also, I would like to apologize for changing the title to the series (specifically to @riverdrowning for recommending it), but it's not my fault Jack Antonoff probably walked out of the movie and said "This would be a great song".

Word Count: 7.4k

The spaghetti wasn’t cooked all the way, the sauce covered half of the pasta, and the only good thing about the room service your stepfather ordered were the meatballs.

Maybe you should’ve just sucked it up and stayed at the diner.

You hadn’t seen Angus or your stepfather-fuck it, he was still your dad, the rest of the evening. You had shut yourself in your small hotel room, trying to console yourself with a warm bath and reading The Little Prince.

It helped a little bit, and you had barely had a break from crying that you thought you would sleep well that night.

Yet, as you laid on the bed and saw the digital clock read ‘1:00 AM’, that was when you sat up. Wrapping the spare blanket around yourself, you peeked behind the curtains of the window and just stared out it. There were a few people down on the streets of snowy Boston. Some were across the street sitting on a bench drinking and laughing, and some walking briskly with their hands in their pockets to escape the cold.

Your gaze then lingered on the door to your left by the desk; the door leading to Angus and your father’s room.

Taking a deep breath, you approached the door and carefully turned the handle. Luckily, the door didn’t creak as you opened it, and then stepped into the room. Just like yours, the only light was in the room was the streetlamps outside peering in through the window.

Your father slept with a pillow over his head, probably in an attempt to smother his snores for Angus sake. Your gaze then turned to the boy in question. He slept soundly on his side facing away from the window.

Tiptoeing, once you made it to his side, you gently shook him.

Angus hummed lightly before turning over and seeing you. He flinched for a moment, and you shushed him before whispering.

“Can I talk to you?”

He nodded. “Yeah, what’s up?”

You didn’t say anything; only took his hand in yours and helped him stand from his bed. The two of you quietly scurried back to your room, and shut the door. You sat on your bed, leaning against the headboard. You assumed Angus would’ve sat at the foot of it, but no, he sat beside you.

Silence filled the air between you, until, for the first time, it was Angus who broke the silence.

“You uh…you said you wanted to talk. Do you still wanna do that?”

“No,” you immediately answered. “but I know I have to.”

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

“I mean I need to.” You sighed. “I’m sorry; I didn’t expect that I needed to tell you about…Daniel, but I should have.”

Angus shook his head. “It was none of my business. It’s a lot of bagage-.”

“-Can I just say everything first, please?” When you saw him nod, you continued with hesitance. “My mom did meet my father at Harvard, but she also met Paul. She…she was closer with him the whole time. They went on like one date their sophomore year, but she said it didn’t work out; apparently, he was too full of himself for her back then.” You both laughed.

Swallowing, you continued. “They were still friends, but my mom started dating Daniel her junior year. He had to repeat a year, and even then, barely passed that. It’s not that he was an idiot, he just didn’t want to do the work. Still, they got along, and after they graduated, they got married and moved to Boston. They wanted kids right away but…my mom had two miscarriages before having me a lot later. I-I wondered if he hated her because of that. Still, I remember growing up and Daniel was nice but…It’s stupid, there’d school stuff and he wouldn’t come. He’d say it was work, and I know that was probably the case, but I remember one night where I heard my mom yelling at him because he went to the bar with friends instead of a dance recital or something, I can’t remember.”

Your voice lowered as the memory resurfaced. “Mom got cancer when I was nine, and I think it was a few weeks after I heard something downstairs late at night. I got up and saw Daniel trying to go out the front door, suitcase in hand. I asked where he was going, all he said was that he loved me, and left. I woke Mom up…and she just cried. She cried so much I stopped crying with her and called Paul; Mr. Hunham.”

You wiped your face; tears were beginning to form but not fall. “Her parents lived in Pennsylvania, so there was no one else I could call. They were still friends even after he left Harvard. She invited him to family stuff and was basically my uncle. It was like one in the morning, I don’t know. Barton’s an hour away, but he got there in twenty minutes. I don’t know how he wasn’t pulled over. He took a week off from Barton and just stayed with us. After that, he’d make the one hour commute everyday for a few months. Every few weeks in the mail there’d be the same letter with a toy train stamp. I didn’t know this, but my mom and dad were only talking through letters, and they were getting a divorce. I didn’t even know it happened until she sat me down and told me that they did. It-it was late at night, and I just kept crying. It was over that, yeah, but-but I remember saying that I was scared Mr. Hunham was going to leave.”

Angus slipped his hand into yours, but didn’t say anything. He didn’t expect you to let out a pitiful laugh before continuing. “I was almost ten when he asked how we’d feel about moving into a house in Barton with him. I said no because I genuinely thought the only way we could live together was if my mom and him got married. So I told him that, and later, he pulled me aside saying that he promised he’d at least ask her, but wanted to give her time. I…I don’t know why I trusted him, but I did. We moved to Barton, had a small house that we only lived in for two years…and I think it was my favorite place. I drive by that house sometimes…and I really miss it.”

He squeezed your hand as if to let you know that he was still listening.

“Mary became a family friend, Curtis became my best friend…you know the rest. Mom would get better, then worse, then better again, and it just repeated. And my dad…Paul, he was good; he was really good, especially for her. It wasn’t even a year later when he asked me if he could marry her. Of course, I said yes. There wasn’t a huge wedding; it was just the three of us, Mary and Curtis, and my mom’s parents.” You chuckled, wiping your eyes. “Curtis was the ring bearer, and I was the flower girl. The men were all getting lunch together while we were getting my mom ready at church, and my grandpa wanted to see my mom’s ring so he took it from Curtis, but he dropped it down the gutter!”

“No!” Agnus laughed.

“He did! So we got two old guys freaking out, they told poor Curtis to go to the chapel and tell Mary, but he instead tells me, and my immediate response was to go to the drugstore and beg for change to buy a plastic dinosaur ring.”

“You’re lying.”

“No, I’m not!” You had to stifle your giggles. “We told Mom about the ring, but then gave her the plastic one and thought it’d be fine. She marched to the diner of course, rollers still in her hair and all. She showed them the ring, raising her voice; but, in the end, all we could do was laugh. We got someone to go down and get the actual ring, and the wedding went on…I remember she…I remember she told me that she loved every second of it more than she ever did her first wedding…She wore that plastic ring to the grave.”

There was no sound at all in your room, all but your breathing steadying out from your crying. It felt as if the world knew you needed silence.

Angus spoke up. “I would’ve like to meet her.”

“She would’ve liked you.”

“You don’t have to say that-.”

“-No,” You cut him off. “she would’ve; I wouldn’t bullshit that.”

He looked away as if it was too much. Still, he held onto you as he slunk down to lie on the bed. You followed his lead.

“She probably would’ve helped your dad not have a stick up his ass this Christmas.” He said.

You bit your tongue to not burst out in laughter but grinned from ear to ear up at the ceiling. “He still would’ve had one, but not so much.”

Angus nodded then drew his eyes up to the ceiling away from you. “You don’t-you don’t have to talk about it, but…could I ask about Daniel?”

You sighed. “He showed up to Mom’s funeral with his new pregnant wife, and we only really said hello and that was it. I can’t really remember, but I think his wife tried to talk more, but I didn’t want to. He still lived in Boston, and I never heard from him again until this past August. He sent a letter about wanting to reconnect, and I…I was stupid.” You confessed. “I didn’t want to say anything to him, but I don’t know why, I wrote him a letter and we’d just go from there. It was nothing serious, just talking about our lives. Then he started sending money; I guess he was trying to buy my forgiveness. He wanted to meet up, that was the letter you gave my dad; and no, he didn’t want us to meet at the diner.”

“I never thought that.”

“Just wanted to make sure.”

Angus reached over, placing his hand on your cheek to have you look at him. “You shouldn’t have had to deal with his shit all this time.”

“I know.” You responded exhaustedly. “I just…fuck.”

“Yeah…fuck.” The two of you fell into silence; awkward yet somehow also soothing. He soon broke it, asking. “How’re you doing now?”

“My eyes hurt from crying, but thanks for listening.”

He nodded. “Yeah, I care about you.”

It felt strange to hear that. You knew enough from your father and Mary that they would go to the ends of the earth for you; they never had to say it aloud. Still, while the foreign feeling settled in your chest like a weight, it soon eased within you as you tossed your arms around him.

“You’re the best thing that could’ve happened to me this Christmas.” You whispered.

You felt him stiffen at your words, and for a moment, you thought you said too much. Then, he sighed into your hold, encircling your waist with his arms and pulling you closer.

“I’m glad I got stuck with you and not Kountze.”

“You piece of shit.” You snickered, pressing your face into the crook of his neck.

“I’ll wake you up when I gotta go back.”

“Don’t.” You shook your head, still holding onto him. “I’m gonna sleep really well from bawling my eyes out.”

He kissed your cheek. “I hope so.”

“Night, Angus.”

He wished you a goodnight, whispering your name so tenderly.

You were right; you did sleep well. So well, it wasn’t the light outside that woke you up, but a knock on the connecting door. Looking over at your side, you saw that Angus was not there; which relieved you more than disheartened you.

Tossing yourself out of bed, you opened the door, revealing your father.

“Morning, sweetheart.” He greeted. “How are you feeling?”

“My eyes still hurt a little,” you answered honestly. “but better.”

He hummed. “I ordered breakfast, would you want to get dressed and join us?”

“Sure.” You closed the door and went to change into your favorite outfit. You brought it into the bathroom, and when you stripped your nightgown off, you saw the faintest red patch in your underwear.

“Fuck.” You mumbled. Out of all the days your period could have started…at least you had packed a few things for it.

After you were ready, and after tying in one of the ribbons Angus had gotten you, you knocked on the door to let them know you were coming in, and entered the room. Angus sat on his bed, eating a plate of toast and sausages.

“How are you?” He asked immediately upon your presence.

You shrugged, loading up a plate and sitting on the bed with him. “Okay.”

The three of you sat there, eating. Again, there was a hint of discomfort in it; as if none of you slept as well as you could have, and you were too tired to make conversation. Still, in the silence, you found yourself waking up.

When breakfast was finished, you all decided to go bowling at an alley you and your mother frequented when you used to live in Boston. The weather, although still bitter cold, wasn’t as bad as it had been for the past few days, leading to you taking the subway and walking instead of splurging on another taxi.

It’d been a while since you bowled, but you were better than you remembered; albeit, not great, but your ball wasn’t going in the gutter every round. Unlike your father.

Leave it to Angus to teach his own teacher how to properly bowl. It was funny for you to sit back and watch. In many movies you watched as a teenager, it was always the boy to teach the pretty girl how to bowl; never the girl’s stepfather who is also the boy’s teacher.

“Not bad,” your father laughed once he hit a few pins. “you’re a pretty good teacher, kid. Too bad everybody dislikes you; pretty much hates you. But you must know that, right?”

You turned to Angus, smirking as if to say: ‘Now how does it feel?’. He nodded, trying not to smile. “Touché sir, touché. By the way, what eye do you aim with anyway? You know, I’ve been meaning to ask, when were talking, which one should I look at? Sometimes, I look at one,” he pointed. “but then I think I’m wrong, so I look at the other.”

Your father nodded, obviously uncomfortable but not inexperienced with the question. “Yes, everybody does that. My wife did it for a whole month after I met her.”

“So, which is it?” He laughed.

Mr. Hunham shrugged, turning to you. “Don’t you tell him.”

You mimed zipping your lips and locking them before throwing away the key. He nodded, going to take his turn.

Angus snapped his gaze to you, saying your name and drawing out the last syllable.

“Yes, Angus?” You asked.

“Tell me.”

“No.”

Your father came over soon after, saying. “I’m going to go get a drink, behave yourselves, and you can play for my turns.”

“Can I have some vodka?” You asked.

He answered, walking away. “When you’re in Europe or you’re twenty-one.”

You sighed, looking at Angus. “We’re in agreement we’re gonna screw up his bowls on purpose, right?”

“Only if you tell me which eye to look at.”

“The right one.”

“His right or my right?”

“Yes.”

He snickered. “You’re impossible.”

Getting up, you made your way to grab your ball. “Yeah, but that’s why you like me, I think.”

You bowled your set, getting a spare to your surprise and turning in victory. Angus got up, getting his own ball, waiting for the pins to come back.

“It’s one of them,” he said. “but I can handle you.”

They were simple words, and you know he probably didn’t mean for them to mean anything to you, but they did. Still, you wanted to have fun; you spent all of the night and early morning weeping, you wanted to laugh in the day.

You stayed standing as he took his turn, and he immediately got a strike. When he looked at you with the same shit-eating grin he always gave, you took one of the balls off the dispenser.

“So, what else do you like about me?” You asked, playing.

“Absolutely nothing.”

“You said that me being impossible was one of the things,” you crouched down and simply placed the bowling ball in the gutter. “so, there must be at least something else.”

Angus hummed. “You play fairly.”

Laughing as you stood, you and Angus watched as the ball was slowly beginning to approach the pins. When it quickly became boring, you both sat down back at the chairs, writing down all of your scores. As Angus was penciling in the boxes, you looked back to your father at the bar, chatting with two men. Hopefully he was making friends.

Then, when you heard light giggling, you compulsively turned to your left and saw two girls your age staring at your table. The second your eyes met theirs, they looked away in the blink of your eye.

They’d been doing that the whole damn time since you came to the alley. Your selfish yet hormonal teenage brain thought it was because of you eating utter shit at bowling, then when the fog cleared, you saw that their eyes would be on Angus.

Of course they probably assumed you were his sister or cousin or something. Because in what circumstances would a girl bring her dad and her boyfriend along? Wait shit…you weren’t technically his girlfriend; you talked about that the night before, but you had much direr things to attend to, so no shit you couldn’t talk about-.

“You okay?”

You pulled on a smile at Angus’ question, turning your head to him. “Yeah, just thought I saw something.”

His eyes went to the girls behind you for just a second before landing on yours. He took your face into his hands and pressed a kiss on your forehead.

You chuckled, pulling away. “What was that for?

“Just wanted to see if you had a temperature.”

“Why?” You began to retie your bowling shoes. “Because I’m hot?”

“Well…” He drew off, and you looked up at him with a questioning look until he sputtered out. “Jealousy’s a sickness, that’s why-.”

“-Angus!” You laughed louder than you thought possible, shaking your head.

“You’re hot too!” He tried to defend, finding your laughing contagious. “I don’t know why I said that.”

“Yeah, you do.”

“Yeah, I do.” He sat farther back in his chair, and you leaned against him, resting your head on his shoulder. He glanced back, then at you. “Your dad might see.”

“Do you care?”

“I mean…maybe.” He admitted. “If he’ll drop kick me into next Tuesday, then yeah.”

You sat up yet tossed your legs over his lap. “This better?”

He smiled, draping his arm over your chair. “Yeah.”

And you both sat like that for another minute until you realized that it was technically your father’s turn, and there was no way in hell you were going to let him come back and knock a few pins down.

Once he returned, and you finished the rest of your game, there was debate on going to a movie or just going to lunch. Considering this was a vacation, you opted for the more exciting of the two and decided to risk getting sick from eating a lot of popcorn; but hey, it was still food.

The only movie that seemed interesting was Little Big Man. The theater was packed as the three of you sat down, and even without knowing anything about it, the movie was pretty good. It certainly impressed your father.

“This is not only amusing,” he whispered to you sitting in between him and Angus. “but for a movie, it’s a fairly accurate depiction of life among the Cheyenne.”

Somebody shushed him before you could, only for him to whisper. “Fuck off.”

You bit your tongue to smother your laughter. Another minute passed, and you felt Angus’ mouth hover over your ear.

“Meet me out in the lobby in a few minutes.”

Before you could even turn to him, he got out of his seat and whispered to your dad. “I’m going to the bathroom.”

He nodded, not thinking anything of it. You, on the other hand, felt your body grow simultaneously cold and warm at the same time. What could he possibly have had in mind? You had an idea of course, but the thought of…doing that in public or just in general caused your stomach to tie in a million knots. Still, you had to tell him that yourself.

After what you thought was long enough, you also stood. “I gotta go to the bathroom.”

That was when your father sat up. He sighed your name. “Now, I know there’s been something going on between the two of you, but-.”

“-I’m on my cycle...” Was all you could think to say. “I’m bleeding.”

Didn’t know why you said the second half and neither did your father, but that was enough for him to stop. “Oh…do you need anything?”

“You to stop talking.”

He did, leaving you to rush out of the theater. You found Angus in the lobby, and he took your hand without saying anything. Oh, but you certainly did.

“I’m not doing anything.” You stated.

He glanced over at you, heading towards the exit. “Huh?”

That’s when you stopped you and him in your tracks yet still held his hand. “I’m on my period, and even if I wasn’t, I would still beat your ass if you-.”

“-Oh my god, no!” He cut you off. “I don’t…look,” he rested his hands on your shoulders. “I haven’t been honest. I’m a prick for not telling you sooner, and I wanted to say something last night, but it wasn’t about me.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Just trust me.” He led you outside, and you were welcomed to a line of waiting taxis. Angus immediately began making a beeline to the farthest one.

You pulled yourself out of his grasp, saying all the way. “What the fuck? No! What are you doing?!”

“I’ll explain on the way.” He turned to you, huffing. “Just please-.”

“-No! You’re telling me right here and now.”

“Hey!”

Your heads snapped over to the theater, where you father was then sprinting across the street and over to both of you. Angus got into the taxi before you could even say anything, only for you then to yank the door open when your father finally came by.

“Get out.” He commanded.

“I just need to do something.” Angus resisted. “We were gonna come back-.”

“-Where the hell were we even going?!” You fired back.

He didn’t even acknowledge you. “I can go on my own. It won’t take long, it’s nothing bad.”

“So why’d you even ask me in the first place?”

“Stop it!” Your father had enough, then looked at Angus. “Just get out, you conniving little shit! Were you planning this the whole time? Just counting the minutes until I turned my back?”

“I wasn’t running away.” Angus softened, the pain in his voice only growing with each word. “There’s just something I need to do before we go back to school. Please. You could come with me, just come with me, okay?”

“Come with you where?”

“…To see my dad.”

Your heart began to crack like ice on a river in the early days of spring. If only he had told you earlier, you would have gone without a second guess.

“Your dad?” Your own father sighed. “That’s what this is about? What didn’t you just ask me? Because, of course, we can visit a cemetery.”

Slowly, Angus dropped his gaze from both of you. You thought his disbelief was from your father saying ‘yes’, but then tears began to fall, and it didn’t even look like he knew they were. You crouched to his height, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“What’s wrong?”

He shook his head, not looking at you. “He’s not dead.”

The crack in your heart spontaneously shattered it just with three little words. Still, you had to ask with one.

“What?”

“He’s at Pinehills…”

You dropped your hand from him. The sanatorium…you’d never been, only heard of it once or twice. Your father read your shock and spoke for you.

“Okay, we’ll go. Scoot over.”  Angus did so, and your father sat in the middle, looking up at you. “Come on.”

As if you weren’t in your own body, you shook your head. “I-I think I’ll walk back-.”

“-We’re not splitting up,” he said your name gently. “that’s final. Get in.”

You didn’t put up much of a fight, and sat down, shutting the door.

Leaning against the glass, you watched as Boston, once again, passed by you. The car was deathly silent. In situations like this, you would at least look around you, but no; you couldn’t even muster the strength to lift your head, and you felt yourself beginning to cramp.

Skyscrapers soon turned into trees farther out of the city you drove. The sanatorium was just a large stone building, more like a prison than a hospital. After your father paid the driver, the three of you entered.

As your dad spoke to the receptionist, Angus slipped his hand into yours.

You swiftly pulled it away, not even meeting his eyes.

An orderly came out and led the three of you up a set of stairs. You stopped in front of a door, and the orderly gave just a single look to you and your father. You kept your head low, but your father nodded at Angus, and the boy entered with the orderly.

You and your father sat in the waiting room on a bench together, saying nothing. The whiplash of the entire day began to weigh on your shoulders, and so did the entirety of the night prior. The tightening in your lower abdomen only added to everything, and it was your father’s hand on your back that made you break.

“Are you okay?” He questioned.

 “I have to go to the bathroom.”

You stood up and ignored his pleas as he followed after you. Just as you were outside of the woman’s restroom, a stabbing pain struck you like a flash of lighting. Doubling over yourself, you clutched where your uterus lay, tears springing free as you sunk to the floor.

“Hey, hey,” your dad rubbed your shoulders, kneeling in front of you. “what is it?”

“It hurts.” You sobbed.

“Period?” He asked. You could only nod. He turned to a nurse who approached the commotion. “Does the hospital have anything help with the pain? Tylenol?”

“I have some in my purse.” She raced down the hall.

Your father shushed you, holding you tightly. “I know, I know. She’ll be back soon.”

“It-it’s not just that.” You hiccupped.

He ran his hand up and down your back. “What else is it?”

“I-I-I-I.” you stammered.

“Breathe,” he said. “just breathe.”

You copied him when he inhaled deeply, then exhaled softly. When you felt air returning to your lungs, you finally found your words.

“I hate him.” You hiccupped. “I hate that he left mom, and-and that he didn’t want to talk to me until now, and-and-and that he brought his stupid wife and his stupid kids that won’t do anything with their life because they’re just as dumb as he is! I-I hate that Mary’s alone, and-and that Curtis is dead, and that he even had to go in the first place! I hate that he lied, and that he said we would be friends, but he didn’t-he didn’t even tell me this, but I told him everything.”

Your father rocked you back and forth ever so subtly as you cried. He rubbed circles into your shoulder. “You’ve had a lot going on, haven’t you?”

You nodded.

He pulled away only slightly, just so you could look at him. “I’m sorry. I don’t think I’ve protected you as much as I should have, and even then, some of these things, I couldn’t; no matter how much I’d give to. You are…god,” he said your name. “you are your mother’s daughter. I hate that so much of you and her strength have had to come from people who hurt you; and I wish I could tell you this is the last time you’ll have to feel like this, but I don’t want to lie to you. But, I just want you to know, and I mean this with my whole heart: I wouldn’t be able to overcome the things you are handling right now when I was your age. Girls are forced and socialized to grow up faster than boys; it’s not solely a biological factor, it’s also a societal one, and it’s not fair. I don’t know if it matters, but I’m so proud of who you have become; raging spirit and all.”

You still were crying, but not just in sorrow; now, overwhelming adoration was added. Wiping your nose on your sleeve, you sat against the wall.

“Why didn’t he tell us?” You asked.

“I don’t entirely know,” he sat beside you. “but I believe shame is the main part.”

“He lied.” You shook your head. “I wouldn’t have judged him if he told the truth.”

“Would you have told him about Daniel if he didn’t show up?”

You went silent, already knowing your answer. Sighing, you rested your head on his shoulder. “I’m going to mourn Mom and Curtis longer than I’ll have known them…and if I think about that too much, I can’t sleep.”

Your father leaned his head on top of yours. “Then I’ll be mourning with you, and so will Mary.”

“Until you won’t be.”

“Then you’ll mourn with your husband, your children, your friends, hell, mourn with ten cats and dogs if you don’t have any of those other things later on in life.”

That managed to crack a smile. “Shut up.”

“It’s not human nature for us to be alone.” He said. “Even to those so called ‘antisocials’ or ‘loners’. You will always have someone to share a life with; even if it is those copious amounts of animals you’ll have.”

The nurse came by finally, holding a few pills in her hand, and a glass of water in another. “Sorry I took so long.”

You shook your head, taking them from her. “Just in time, thanks.”

Swallowing the Tylenol, you gave her the glass and she walked away. Your father stood up and reached his hand out to you. You took it and stood up, wiping the tears off your face.

“Do I look like shit?” You asked.

He shook his head. “You look like your mother.”

The two of you walked back down the hallway, and when you turned the corner, you saw Angus come out of the room he had gone into previously. He turned over to his left and he locked eyes with you first.

His eyes were red, yet no tears had fallen.

You left your father’s side and walked down the hallway, enveloping your arms around Angus. He latched onto you as soon as he felt your touch, and only then, hiding his face in your shoulder, did you hear him cry for the first time.

The three of you left the same when you entered; although, worse for wear. Angus mirrored what you had done prior to coming; staring out the window and not looking at anything else the whole time.

You had gone to a fancier restaurant as a final ‘hurrah’ of your Boston field trip, and to finally see Mary again after two long days without her. The three of you were quiet at the table, only truly talking when the waitress came. Your father attempted to make conversation, but it was apparent, after the days you both had, neither you nor Angus were in the mood.

Yet, after it seemed like you would all be silent until Mary arrived…

“He used to be fine; better than fine.” Angus began, staring down at the table before looking up. “He was my dad. Then about four years ago, he started acting strange; like, erratic, forgetful, saying all this weird shit. My mom took him to a bunch of doctors, and they put him on medication. But that just made it worse. He got more confused. And then he got angry, and then he got...physical. And that was the last straw. They put him away. Then she divorced him. Without him even realizing it. That’s why she wants a whole new life. And it’s easy to just stash me away in a boarding school, like half of us there are just stashed away. And I get it; she never has to look at me, because maybe when she looks at me, she…she sees him.”

You held his hand under the table the whole time, not knowing what else to do.

Your father shook his head at the statement Angus made. “No, no, no, no. That can’t be true, she…you’re her son.”

“Maybe she’s right.” Angus shook his head too. “I can’t keep it together. I lie, I steal, I piss people off. I only have one friend, a real friend, and even then I was a piece of shit, I’ll probably get kicked out of Barton too; and when I do, it’ll be my own fault. Get sent to Fork Union and maybe to you-know-where; and nobody will care.”

Except you would. You would lose someone else a second, horrible time. The thought alone brought tears to your eyes, but you forced them away; this wasn’t about you.

“And the funny thing is…” Angus trailed off. “I wanted to see him so bad this whole time….But I also didn’t, you know? Because I’m afraid that’s what’s gonna happen to me one day.”

“Angus,” your dad soothed. “listen. You’re not your father.”

“How do you know?”

“Because no one is their own father.” He shook his head. “I’m not my dad, no matter how hard he tried to beat that idea into me. The girl you’re sitting next to is neither me nor her biological father, and I’m thankful for both every day.” His eyes began to drift. “I find the world a bitter and complicated place, and it seems to feel the same way about me. I think we all have this in common. Don’t get me wrong, you have your challenges. You’re erratic and belligerent and a gigantic pain in the balls, but you’re not me, and you’re not your father. You’re your own man.” He scoffed, rewording. “Man. No. You’re just a kid. You’re just beginning. And you’re smart. You’ve got time to turn things around.”

You and Angus stared at him as if he was a priest giving the best sermon of his life. He went on.

“Sure, the Greeks had the idea that the steps you take to avoid your fate are the very steps that lead to it, but that’s just a literary conceit. In real life, your history does not have to dictate your destiny.” He looked over at you specifically. “And I hope you know this too, Josephine March; this isn’t just a boy’s club philosophy.”

You grinned from ear to ear. “Noted.”

He returned your smile, and then his eyes fell behind you. “Oh, there’s Mary.”

You and Angus looked over and saw her entering. Angus said. “Can you not tell Mary or anybody about-.”

“-Entre nous.” Your father interrupted. “This whole damn trip is entre nous. Stand up.”

“What?” You both uttered.

“Stand for the lady, you boors. You cretins.”

You did as you were asked, and Mary sat down once she was at the table.

“Thank you, sorry I’m late.” She squeezed your shoulder as she sat by you. “How’re you doing?”

“Fine.” You smiled. “Just happy you’re here.”

The host handed Mary the menu and the waitress came back. “Hello ma’am, would you like a cocktail to start?”

“Oh no, I’ll just take a cup of tea.” Mary said.

“Oh, come on, have a cocktail.” Your father insisted.

“No, no, a cup of tea is fine, I’ve eaten already.”

“And you three?” She asked the rest of you. “Did you save room for dessert?”

Your gaze drifted over to a nearby table where the waiter was holding a saucepan completely on fire. You asked. “What’s that?”

“That’s out signature dessert, cherries jubilee.”

Angus smiled, just as entranced as you were. “That sounds great.”

Your father laughed. “Bring the young vandals here cherries jubilee.”

She made a face. “I’m afraid I can’t; the dish contains brandy.”

If you had half a mind like some people you knew (Teddy, Daniel, the majority of the male population, etc.), you would have said aloud: “I’ve had stronger shit than that.”

“Yeah, but doesn’t the alcohol just burn off?” Mary asked as if she wasn’t an excellent cook.

“It’s still against the rules, ma’am.”

“Fine,” your father sighed. “I’ll order the cherries jubilee, we can share it.”

“I can’t allow that either.”

Mary pointed between you and Angus. “Can we say it’s their birthday?”

“Yeah, we’re twins!” You leaned over so your face and Angus’s were side by side. “It’s our birthday.”

She chuckled. “Happy birthday. Let’s get you two slices of cake or some other age-appropriate desserts.”

“Christ on a crutch!” Your dad cursed. “What kind of fascist hash foundry are you running here?”

Mary put her hand on his arm to stop him from further pissing off the waitress. “Excuse me ma’am, do you by any chance have cherries?”

“…Yes.” She answered.

“Great, and do you have ice cream?”

“Yes.”

“Fantastic, can we please get cherries and ice cream to go?”

“And the check?” Your father added.

“Right away.”

Once she was out of sight, Mary muttered. “Bitch.”

You snickered. “Hey don’t swear; Jesus was born two days ago.”

“If Jesus had to deal with her, he’d say the same thing.” She sighed.

“Now who’s committing blasphemy?!”

When the check was brought alongside the cherries and ice cream, the four of you put on your coats and left; not without you and Angus grabbing enough spoons. In the parking lot, your father opened the box and poured the remaining bourbon out of his flask.

“Is this a good idea?” You asked, only then realizing you would have to light a box on fire.

“No Josephine,” your father said. “it’s a great idea. Go on.”

Mary, with a cigarette in her mouth, stroke a match and dropped it onto the dessert. It burst into flames.

“Presto! Cherries Jubilee!”

“Cool!” You cheered. “How do we eat it?”

“It should go out…”

It did not go out; instead, the box actually caught on fire.

Mary gasped. “How much alcohol did you put in there?!”

A series of curses all left your lips, and your father tried to grab a flap of one of the boxes but let go of the heat. It fell onto the concrete, but when there was no sighn of danger, you all looked at each other in a beat of silence, then laughed.

Once the failed cherries jubilee went out, all of you just decided to get ice cream at the hotel. Mary would be sleeping there that night since you would leave in the morning. Once you reached the hotel, and the four of you were walking two by two (you with your dad and Mary with Angus), you lowered your voice.

“I need to talk with Angus.” You told your dad. “Just for a second outside. We’re not gonna run away or anything-.”

“-I know.” He said. “Just maybe keep it down to a few minutes? It’s freezing and I want to go to bed.”

You nodded and stopped once you were right outside the hotel. You grabbed Angus’ arm to stop him and he looked at you with a quizzical look. When she noticed her companion wasn’t behind her, Mary also looked at you.

You smiled. “I just need to steal him for a minute.”

She hummed. “Don’t be too long, I want my ice cream.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Both adults went into the hotel, leaving you and Angus outside. It wasn’t as cold as everyone was making it out to be; but hey, Mary and your dad were old so that’s probably why.

“What do you wanna talk about?” Angus asked.

“You got a cigarette?”

He seemed a bit confused at first, but nodded, taking out a pack and handing you one. He got out a lighter from his other pocket, lighting it for you. You took a few puffs before handing it to him, and he took it, thanking you.

“I’m sorry.” You began.

Angus furrowed his brow. “Why?”

“At the hospital,” you explained, taking the cigarette when he handed it back. “I pulled my hand away from you. You were hurting and I was a bitch about it.”

He shook his head. “I lied to you.”

“You did, but that doesn’t mean I should’ve reacted that way.” You sighed. “I was just…I didn’t have a lot of friends growing up, even before I was homeschooled. The friends I did have would make plans to meet up without me in front of me, or would make snide comments about my hair, the books I liked, stupid stuff like that. I was kind of a know it all in class, so I don’t blame them that much, but still. And I…I never knew anyone else who’d lost a parent; at least, I wasn’t close with anyone who did. And I’m…I’m glad your dad is alive; I was just really blindsided.”

Angus nodded, taking the cigarette from you. After taking a drag, he paused before saying. “I told him about you.”

“You did?”

“Yeah…about what I liked about you.” He smiled gently. “That you’re smarter than me, you’re funny, nice-.”

“-I’m not really.”

“Yes, you are.”

“Then so are you,” You countered, leaning against the wall and taking the cigarette. “and I don’t know why you keep insisting you aren’t.”

He mirrored you. “…I don’t know either.”

You dropped the cigarette once it was finished, stomping it out. “For the record, I think you’re really sweet.”

He snorted. “Now that’s funny.”

“Will you shut up for a second?” You sighed. “You don’t have to be Audrey Hepburn. I mean, shit, you got me a book just because I couldn’t find mine. You…you put up with the bullshit I gave you early on, and didn’t judge me about Daniel. So don’t you dare tell me you’re not sweet.”

He nodded, staring up at the sky, and for a moment, you thought you saw tears prick his eyes the more you went on. When you were finished, he wrapped his arms around you without warning. Still, it was not unwelcome.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered. “I should have told you.”

“I get why you didn’t.”

“No, it wasn’t fair to you.”

It wasn’t, he was right about that. Still, how could you hold it against him? With a sigh, all you said was.

“Mothers and fathers…”

He nodded. “Mothers and fathers.”

His mom shipped him off to boarding school to forget about him, his dad was essentially dead to the world around him.

Your mother was dead period, and your father wanted to forget about you when you didn’t want to forget about him…

A strange parallel you two were. Perhaps you were always meant to find one another out of the billions of people on earth.

“Could I ask you something?” Angus spoke up. You hummed in response. “Do you want to be my girlfriend?”

He asked as if he genuinely didn’t know the answer.

You pulled away, kissing his cheek. “As long as you don’t pretend I’m not when everyone comes back to school.”

“Never thought of it.”

The two of you stayed there in each other’s arms for just a little longer. When you both decided it was time to go in, you separated and walked hand in hand back into the hotel.

[aryxchse]

the same type of blue. | percy jackson x daughter of hera! reader.

a / n : the history book on the shelf, is always repeating itself. and i won't shut up about how logan lerman and his wife being sally and poseidon in my head

warnings : emotional, i can't warm up to paul im sorry, sally and poseidon should've been an endgame but idek how, mentioning past, you looking like sally, crying, some of the hera cabin power mentions that i had in mind

the moment sally jackson met you, was the moment she saw her teenage self in your eyes.

you were this funny and bubbly girl who was too nice for your own good. you had these mother instict in you that later she found out it was because of your mother being hera. you would always say what type of marriage you imagine with percy and how many kids do you want. one boy and one girl, doesn't matter who's the older. the girl was going to have percy's eyes, but the boy will have yours.

and it always put a smile on her face to listen you talk about your dreams so comfortly to her. because she saw herself in those dreams. they were once her dreams too.

percy looked and acted too much like poseidon for sally's own good. he would unknowingly make his dad's jokes, and would call you 'darling' like he did to her back then. all these little details would remind sally her past love.

it was a barbeque day for the jackson-blofis family at the montauk cabin. where you were obviously invited, and poseidon, obviously was not. he liked to show up in family gatherings once in a while, to spend some time with his son or suprisingly, estelle.

you and sally prepared the table as the boys made the meat while laughing at something. paul and poseidon had this awkward friendship that always made you giggle. and percy would chat with his biological dad more often, since he felt more comfortable with him. don't get me wrong, he loved paul. all of you loved paul. but poseidon's warm energy made him easier to talk.

you never thought you'd have a dinner with a god but here you were, eating a meal with one of the most powerful gods ever existed. poseidon was really good at making people forget that he's a god, the one that rules the seven seas.

after the dinner, percy and you started to clean the area as paul went inside to watch this new game he followed, you didn't really paid attention. sally stayed outside, smelling the sea's calming scent, her bare feet dipping in the sand.

she looked over were poseidon and estelle was playing. he made sand castles with her as he laughed like a true grandpa. it made sally chuckle too, seeing him acting all fatherly with her daughter.

"he wants to make up for it," you said, and it made sally slightly jump. you apologised while putting a hand on her shoulder. "you know, since he couldn't look out for percy and you."

sally's eyes started to water up, but she managed to crack a smile. "how do you know this?" she asked. you shrugged, "i can feel a parent's feelings, even if they're a god. weird power, i know." you chuckled at the end with her.

"he didn't had any choice," sally muttered, looking at the sea again. you nodded. "i know, but he still feels bad. he really loves you sally, still like the first time." your whispering words made sally want to breakdown right then and there, but she only sighed.

"baby!" percy called behind you, smiling like a little kid. you both turned around as you made your way to percy, giggling. once again, it reminded sally the good times. but she wasn't alone this time, poseidon could also see the similarities between them. how you had sally's hair back then like how she used it, and how percy was a literal copy of himself.

sally sat next to poseidon as he sat there silently, watching his son and his girlfriend chase eachother around the beach, just like he and sally did. estelle was asleep in his arms, the calm energy he radiated making the girl fall asleep immediatly.

"they're just like us." poseidon whispered, not looking at the woman he still loved. sally smiled, not that he would see. "yeah. but a better version." she responded.

"one that ends happily unlike us." he agreed, too afraid to look in her eyes. sally didn't said anything, and the past lovers watched their son having the time of his life with the girl he loved.

suddenly percy lifted you up on his shoulders and ran into the water with you, still being clothed. you whined the moment you swimmed up. "percy it's not fair!" you yelled at him between your giggles.

"m' wet too baby, see? there's nothing unfair in this!" percy laughed with her, hugging her waist tightly so that she won't slip away.

"you used to do that too," sally whispered to poseidon, smile hurting her cheeks at this point. poseidon mimicked her facial expressions as he nodded quickly.

"and you would always whine like her." he chuckled, making the woman laugh along with him.

percy stepped out from the water with the help of the waves, still holding you in his arms in bridal style. while he made his way into the cabin, he spinned you around once in a while to make you laugh.

"he's really your son." sally chuckled, watching the couple enter the cabin.

"he's our son." poseidon corrected. he finally faced the woman, and saw the tears perking in her eyes through a smile. this was sally jackson, the woman he loved the most. smiling through everything.

he made the tears go away with a flick of his hand, too afraid to touch her. "a proof that our love was real, not a dream i had."

[4veslil]

Headcanons | Jasper Hale | You're a Newborn In Maria's Army

A/N: Just wanted to write something Jasper! Love this character so much and my first ever fanfiction (that I wrote at 14!) was an OCxJasper Hale! This idea is inspired by one of my longer fics but I was just antsy to write something now. That fic is still in the works rn because of my Paul Lahote fic Touch The Soul. So, really, this is a little sneak peek at the vibes of my next Twilight fanfiction :) Without further ado, please enjoy and make sure to request if you like my stuff! (Request link/info can be found on my Master List!)

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So basically you were a mistake. He shouldn’t have distracted that newborn while he was feeding.

But with hindsight, Jasper said your change was a happy accident.

When you woke up you were partially feral, with blips of control- you had strong morals though

Jasper would have to chaperone you during feeds- he knew if you saw a child or woman hurt you’d go ballistic

When you were in control he managed to find out you were the only child of a blacksmith

Made sense when it came to fighting- you were strong, he had to give you that

What was the difference between chaperone and mentor? Well, to Jasper, there wasn’t one.

He personally trained you with the intention of keeping you past a year

At first it was serious, but once you exceeded his expectations it became an excuse to enjoy each other’s company.

You would go swimming in the nearest lake you could find, stripping off and enjoying the water

Although you didn’t sweat, the blood, mud, dust and other human secretions dirtied you.

Jasper made a habit of chasing you around the lake with his stained shirt

You knew if he caught up he’d rub it in your face, “Get a good whiff for me” he’d tease as he straddled your hips.

You’d splash each other, dare each other to drink animal blood (you always forfeited though and would just play fight) and you’d rate the cannonballs you’d do

You would wash his hair, running your hands through the gold strands with utmost care

You weren’t very talkative unlike Jasper, always the charismatic, southern gentleman- it was easy to see why Maria claimed him

From fighting like you did nudity was no big deal, bathing was necessary and newborns only really thought about blood, it was no big deal

He’d always plait your wet hair when you’d finished.

You asked Jasper how he learned to plait hair, he said it was a vague memory

From then on, as the most literate between you, you encouraged Jasper to share about his human life before it completely slipped away

This was once you could hold a pen without breaking it, it took over an hour of tantrums to manage it

You only got to write three pages chronicling his human life- he couldn’t remember much

But that didn’t stop jasper from folding the paper small and keeping them in a leather pouch in his breast pocket

When everyone’s emotions got too much Jasper would trace the way you wrote his name.

The dress you wore after the change was stolen from Nettie’s old things, Jasper wanted you to have nice things

He would say thank you for being his comrade with new pencils, a comb, shawls and ribbons for your hair

Jasper was bad at expressing himself, he thought actions spoke louder than words- after all his charisma did make him talk a lot of bullshit

You would do the same with words, combating your quietness with a new compliment.

He would leave you always smiling while he left Maria renewed as her merciless-monster-of-a-lover

Jasper had to hold you back a lot from storming up to your Coven Leader and giving her a piece of your mind

After, you’d strop (as Jasper called it). Silent treatment was a given so avoiding him entirely was what brought you two back to normal

He didn’t know when that was, you’d just suddenly be there next to him like you popped out of thin air. You wouldn’t admit you had Jasper Withdrawals

Jasper would ruffle your hair with a smirk like he was saying ‘You done pouting now?’

You’d slap his hand away (thankful you couldn’t blush) and look up to glare at him, but his smile was what you really wanted to see. Your strange addiction

When feelings started to develop between you being amongst an army of newborns made it hard for Jasper to pick them up

It was a very confusing time, and with Maria breathing down your neck it stayed ‘more than friends, less than lovers’ for decades.

He would stare at you just too long and Peter would whack him around the head

Because of that Peter actually managed to beat Jasper in a fight- he’s always held it over his head.

When Jasper saw you attacked in a fight he was right at your side and vice versa. After one fight in particular you both realised how much you cared for each other.

Downside? Maria was starting to notice

He let Peter and Charlotte go at the price of taking you

It wasn’t easy but his promise to come find you settled your heart

“I promise I’ll find you. If not in a few days or even decades, know I’m still coming… then we’ll never part again”

And he meant it when he said decades.

At least the 80s were good for one thing- Jasper with a shaggy mullet was something you’d never let him live down

[slowlyoats]

The Lost Boys: What is their role within the group?

Marko

- The crazy

- I think out of all the boys Marko is closest with his vampire nature

- He puts the least amount of effort into trying to blend in

- And why should he?

- He’s an old, powerful being, who has seen a lot of life. He’s more authentic then any human on the board walk

- He gives the group that feeling of being unhinged, of being one step away from complete anarchy

- To the public he is a warning of how dangerous the boys are

- Everyone has heard about what this boy can and will do to his victims

- But I think to the group, they see him as a reminder of their true nature

- Vampires at heart exist outside of society, they are the strangers that everyone fears. They are chaos and beauty.

- So, whenever the boys get a tad too *horrified gasp* domestic. Marko is right there to remind them of what they are

- Chaotic, bloodthirsty, unpredictable vampires

Paul

- Life

- Paul reminds the boys that though they may be dead, there is still so much life to live

- He’s the one that is up way past sunrise singing a song he just can’t get out of his head in the most acoustic part of the cave

- He’s the one talking to the travelers on the Board walk about their adventures abroad, and what they’ve seen and done (I have a feeling that though he may be older, he hasn’t traveled outside the United States much)

- Paul is the one challenging some of the boys more outdated/old fashioned opinions

- I believe he is definitely the youngest out of all the boys, so his views are more modern

- Whenever there is a new ride on the Boardwalk he HAS TO ride it. Or a new snack or arcade game! basically whatever is NEW he must see and experience!

- He’s teaching himself how to play the guitar, and he’s not that good at it but he doesn’t stop practicing despite David’s complaints

- Paul reminds the boys that there is more to their existence then drinking blood and hunting

- He is the life of the group

Dwayne

- the handyman

- I think he would be the one responsible for fixing the bikes. He wouldn’t be responsible for like the general maintenance on all four bikes, but when Marko takes the Boardwalk stairs a tad too quick, and snaps a part of his bike, Dwayne fixes it

- Over the years he has gained a lot of experience on how to fix the bikes and stuff around the cave

- This is mainly due to living with the destructive duo that is Marko and Paul

- He generally really does like to fix things, it gives him a sense of purpose within the group

- He’s usually the muscle of the group (and he doesn’t have any complaints with this because it pats his ego) but he does like being able to tangibly provide something to his brothers

- Usually he will fix up the bikes without being asked, or trick one out as a surprise for one of his brothers

- He’s friends with the owner of a local mechanic shop, and trades work for parts on occasion

- thankfully the owner doesn’t ask many questions when he has to bring a bike in for fixing, and it’s got a few splatters of blood here and there

David

- The procurer

- David is the one constantly on the look out for the groups next meal

- Even if it looks like he is relaxing, smoking a cigarette while leaning against a board walk railing, taking in the lively scenery. He’s not. He scouting.

- They need to feed every few days at the very least, and it’s not every night they can find a bite to eat

- They don’t feed from shop owners, and they do it sparingly from the locals to not draw to much suspicion

- When David spots someone that he thinks would be a tasty meal, he spends a while observing them. And then determines which of his boys would be the best to draw the human in

- Do they look preppy and girly? Paul would be able to pull them with his rocker look and charm

- Are they stand off-ish and a little wild? Gremlin energy would be the way to go, and with Marko’s big eyes, who could resist?

- A shy beauty? Being ignored by her obnoxious friends? Oh yes, Dwayne will be able to get them stuttering and bashful with one look

- It’s almost too easy at times, but David doesn’t mind, because once off season hits the Boardwalk, hunting gets a lot, lot harder

[oleanderflower]

Bruce Wayne x Reader: You Are What You Are To Me

Summary: He’s going to do it! He’s going to ask his wife if he can sleep with her! Maybe!

info: F/readers like early 20s and Bruce is like 35-38 depending on how you want to read it. Also title based of this song: Paul Anka- You Are My Destiny

warnings: inexperienced reader, kissing and some petting ? nothing too explicit (i tried to write smut but i chickened out..)

a/n: sorry for the abrupt ending I lost energy and it felt okish enough :( this, unbetaed, mistakes made are my own! please let me know what you think

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Bruce had never considered himself the kind of man to hesitate. He made decisions with precision, moved with purpose. Yet, as he walked down the dimly lit hallway toward her room, he found himself second-guessing every step.

This was a mistake.

It had to be.

And yet, here he was, about to ask a question that could change everything.

Their marriage had been a matter of convenience, a calculated agreement meant to bolster his Bruce Wayne persona and protect his identity as Batman. She wasn’t some wealthy socialite, nor a woman from Gotham’s elite—she was just… her. A normal woman who had stumbled into his world at the wrong place, at the wrong time. Or maybe the right time, depending on how he looked at it. It was supposed to be a simple arrangement. She played the part of his devoted wife in public, and in return, she gained financial security, protection, whatever she needed.

But over time, things had shifted.

She had slipped past his carefully built walls with her humor, her kindness, the way she treated him like a person rather than an untouchable figure. And somewhere along the way, without meaning to, without wanting to… Bruce had started to fall for her.

Now, standing outside her door, he questioned everything. Was this even fair to her? To them?

Before he could talk himself out of it, he exhaled and knocked quietly, almost hoping she wouldn’t answer.

There was a soft shuffle, then the sound of approaching footsteps before the door swung open.

And there she was.

She blinked up at him, her eyes lighting up as she smiled, laughter already in her voice. “Bruce!” she giggled, noticing the hesitant little wave he gave in return. “What’s up? You need something?”

He swallowed, his usual composure faltering. “I have a question. Do you mind if I come in?”

“Yeah, of course! It’s no problem.” She stepped aside, waving him in before teasing, “Seriously, lover—” she giggled, “—this is your house. You don’t need permission.”

Bruce stepped inside, his lips twitching slightly. “Maybe, but this is your room. I wouldn’t want to impose.”

She rolled her eyes, shutting the door behind him. “Nonsense. Come in, sit, and tell me what’s up.”

He hesitated for only a moment before taking a seat in the chair by her window, hands clasped together as he considered how to say what he came here for.

How did he even begin?

She settled onto the bed, legs crossed beneath her as she watched him with a mix of curiosity and amusement. “Alright, Babe,” she said, tilting her head. “Spit it out. You’re acting weird—even for you.”

He exhaled through his nose, rubbing his hands together before finally meeting her gaze. “This arrangement… our marriage… it started as a contract. A cover. We both knew what we were getting into.”

She nodded slowly, her expression thoughtful. “Right…”

“But over time, things changed,” he admitted, his voice quieter now. “You changed things.”

Her brows lifted slightly, but she stayed silent, letting him continue.

“I never expected to enjoy this,” he confessed. “I never expected to… enjoy you. Your company. The way you fit into my life.” He let out a soft, humorless chuckle, shaking his head. “I didn’t think this would work. That I could let someone in like this.”

Her expression softened, but he could see the flicker of uncertainty in her eyes.

“And now?” she asked gently.

Bruce swallowed. This was it. The moment of no return.

“Now, I want more.” He leaned forward slightly, searching her face for any sign of hesitation. “I want you.”

Silence settled between them, thick and heavy, and for the first time in a long while, Bruce felt vulnerable.

Her lips parted slightly, surprise flashing across her features before something else took its place—something unreadable. “You mean…”

He nodded once, forcing himself to hold her gaze. “I want to sleep with you, be with you, in all ways.”

A beat passed. Then another.

And then she let out a quiet, breathless laugh, shaking her head in disbelief. “Wow,” she murmured. “You really don’t do subtle, huh babe?”

Bruce exhaled, somewhere between frustration and amusement. “I thought being direct would be best.”

She studied him for a long moment, and he let her—let her see that he meant it, that this wasn’t just about physical attraction or convenience. It was her. It had always been her.

Then, slowly, she smiled.

“Close the door, Bruce.”

Bruce’s breath hitched, his fingers twitching slightly at his sides. He had prepared himself for rejection, for awkwardness, maybe even for her to giggle and think he’d been joking with her.

But this? This quiet invitation—this acceptance wrapped in a soft smile—made his pulse stutter.

For a moment, he just looked at her, as if trying to commit this to memory. The way the firelight flickered against her skin, the way she watched him with curiosity and something else he wasn’t ready to name.

Then, he did as she asked.

He turned, pushed the door closed with a quiet click, and when he faced her again, she was still watching him—waiting.

“So,” she said, leaning back against the headboard, her fingers idly tracing patterns against the fabric of her blanket. “You want me. Just like that?”

Bruce exhaled slowly, stepping closer, but not sitting—not yet. “Not just like that.” His voice was lower now, more certain. “I want you because I—” He paused, struggling with the weight of the words. “Because I care about you. More than I should. More than I planned to.”

Something flickered across her face, something real.

“You’re saying this isn’t just about sex,” she murmured, more to herself than to him.

“No,” he admitted. “It’s not.”

Her lips pressed together as she considered him, and he let her—gave her the time she needed, the space to decide.

Then, she tilted her head, a tease tugging at the corner of her mouth. “So, let’s say I say yes. What happens then?”

Bruce finally sat on the edge of the bed, close enough to feel the warmth of her body, but not quite touching. He reached for her hand, hesitating only briefly before brushing his fingers against hers.

“Then we stop pretending,” he said simply.

She let out a breath, then started to giggle before gripping his hand more firmly and looking at him.

“Babe, you know you’re like… my first relationship, right?”

Bruce paused, processing that. “…You mean the first relationship you’ve ever had was a contract marriage? Not even, like—kissing another person? Or being with them?”

She shook her head slightly, amused. “I’m surprised the great Batman didn’t figure this out already, but nope. Never even held hands with someone romantically until I got with you. And in the beginning, it was all just for the contract—the cheek kisses, the way I held onto you in public. That’s why I’ve always been so silly with it. I’ve never done any of this before.”

Something sharp and possessive curled in Bruce’s chest. He was her first. The only one. And now, he was certain—he’d be the only one ever. Because he wasn’t going to let her go.

“Batman doesn’t have to know everything,” he muttered.

She burst into laughter, full and bright. “That’s what you got from that?”

“I’m processing right now,” he grumbled, rubbing a hand over his face.

She only laughed harder, shaking her head. “Take all the time you need, big guy.”

Bruce let out a slow breath, running a hand through his hair before looking back at her. She was still smiling, still watching him with that easy amusement that had somehow wormed its way into his life and refused to leave.

“I just didn’t expect that,” he admitted, his voice quieter now.

She shrugged. “I figured it never really mattered. I mean, our whole relationship started as an act, so it’s not like I needed to bring it up. And besides…” Her fingers toyed with his, tracing idle patterns against his skin. “You kind of made it easy.”

His brows furrowed slightly. “What do you mean?”

She smirked. “Well, you weren’t exactly pushing for anything at the start, either. You’re the king of personal space, Mr. Wayne.”

He huffed a quiet laugh, conceding the point. “That’s fair.”

She leaned back against the pillows, watching him with something softer in her expression now. “But, honestly? I’m glad it was you.”

That made him pause.

She exhaled, her gaze flickering to where their hands were still loosely linked. “If I was gonna have a first for all of this—holding hands, pretending to be married, even just trusting someone like this—I’m glad it was you.”

His chest tightened, something deep and unshakable settling inside him.

“You’re not pretending now,” he said, more a statement than a question.

She shook her head, smiling just a little. “No. Not anymore.”

Bruce exhaled slowly, letting the words sink in. Then, with deliberate intent, he brought her hand up to his lips, pressing a slow, lingering kiss against her knuckles.

Her breath hitched.

“If I’m your first,” he murmured, his voice low, “then I’ll make sure I’m your last.”

Her eyes widened slightly, but she didn’t pull away. Didn’t look away.

Instead, she squeezed his hand, her lips curving into something small but certain.

“Yeah,” she whispered. “I think you already are.”

Bruce’s heart stuttered in his chest at her words, something warm and unexpected flooding through him. For a man who rarely let anyone close enough to matter, who had always kept himself at a distance, hearing her say that hit him harder than he’d expected.

He moved closer, just enough to feel the warmth of her breath against his skin, his hand still holding hers but his other moving slowly, carefully, to rest against her cheek. His thumb brushed over her skin, the motion almost absent, as if he were memorizing the feel of her beneath his touch.

“You don’t know what that means to me,” he said quietly, the words low and gravelly, like they came from somewhere deep inside him. “I’ve never let anyone this close. Never let anyone in like this.”

She didn’t answer right away, instead tilting her head slightly into his touch, closing her eyes for a moment. “I think you’ve been letting me in a little at a time,” she murmured, her voice soft but sure.

His breath caught at the tenderness in her tone. “I’m not used to this.”

“I know,” she replied, her eyes opening again to meet his. “And that’s okay.”

For a moment, neither of them moved, the air thick with unspoken things. Bruce didn’t know how to move forward, how to bridge the gap between the man he had been and the man she made him want to be. The part of him that had always been about control, about keeping everything in place, was at war with the part of him that wanted to simply let go and fall into her, to trust her like he had never trusted anyone else.

He lowered his head, lips brushing against her forehead in a slow, lingering kiss. “I don’t know how to do this,” he admitted, the words heavy with the weight of his own vulnerability.

She smiled softly, gently cupping his face with her free hand, her thumb tracing the line of his jaw. “You don’t have to figure everything out all at once.” Her eyes sparkled with a playful glint. “But I wouldn’t mind you figuring this out.”

He chuckled quietly, the sound low and amused. “You’re not making this easy on me, are you?”

“Isn’t that the point?” she teased.

Bruce couldn’t help but smile, the pull of something unfamiliar tugging at him, something lighter and freer than he had ever let himself be. “I think you’re right.”

She leaned in then, closing the distance between them, her lips brushing his in a kiss that was slow, exploratory, yet filled with the weight of everything that had led up to this moment.

And for the first time in a long time, Bruce Wayne—no masks, no pretenses—let himself fall into it completely.

The kiss deepened again, slow and full of promise, as if the world outside ceased to exist. With each gentle movement, each shared breath, Bruce felt himself slipping deeper, losing himself in the warmth of her touch, the taste of her lips, the rhythm of her heart beating in sync with his. Time felt irrelevant, and all he could focus on was her, the way she made him feel.

He broke the kiss for just a moment, his forehead resting against hers, his breath shaky but steadying. His pulse was loud in his ears as he searched her eyes, trying to grasp the enormity of what had just happened. She was watching him with that soft intensity, her lashes fluttering against her cheeks, and for a moment, he couldn’t help but just watch her in return.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked, his voice low, a vulnerability slipping through the cracks of his usually composed facade. “I mean, after everything… after everything we’ve been through, are you sure this is what you want?”

She opened her eyes, and the gaze they shared spoke volumes. It was the quiet acknowledgment of all they had built—of the contract, the moments of closeness, the way their dynamic had shifted over time.

Her smile was soft, unwavering. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life,” she replied, her voice steady but filled with warmth. She reached up, tracing the line of his jaw, the touch sending a ripple of heat through him. “I didn’t think I could be, but here I am.”

Bruce’s heart beat faster, a surge of emotion overwhelming him. He wasn’t used to this—being so open, so close, so vulnerable. But with her, the walls he had spent years building seemed to crumble bit by bit. It was strange, terrifying, but exhilarating.

“I never thought I’d get this close to anyone,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “But with you… it feels like everything else fades away.”

Without thinking, he leaned in again, his lips finding hers with renewed urgency. This kiss wasn’t slow—it was desperate, filled with the months of unspoken longing, the quiet moments when he wanted to reach for her but had always held himself back. His hands moved to her waist, pulling her in closer, his other hand gently cupping the back of her neck. She responded immediately, her arms wrapping around him, pulling him in as if she, too, couldn’t get close enough.

For a few minutes, it was just them—no pretenses, no masks, no expectations. Just two people caught up in something that had started as an act but was now something so much more. The kiss was hungry, fierce, yet tender, as if they were both trying to absorb the other into themselves.

Eventually, they broke apart, their breathing heavy, their foreheads resting against one another as they tried to catch their breath. Bruce’s chest rose and fell with each breath, his heart racing in his ears. He had no plan, no clear path ahead, but for the first time in a long time, it felt okay. The future didn’t need to be decided now.

His lips found hers again, slower this time, gentler, but no less passionate. Each kiss was a promise, each touch a reassurance that they were here, together, and that was all that mattered in that moment.

They pulled back again, both breathless, but this time, she opened her eyes and reached up, fingers threading through his hair, messing up the strands that had fallen loose.

Bruce hummed in contentment, tilting his head into her touch. “You’re good at this,” he murmured, his voice still thick with desire.

She giggled softly, her hand tracing his face, following the contours of his jaw, his cheekbone, the line of his lips. “I think I’m just getting started,” she teased, before leaning in to place soft, scattered kisses along his face, his eyelids, his nose, his jaw.

Bruce chuckled, the sound warm and deep, something unguarded in it. He closed his eyes for a moment, letting her do what she wanted, getting lost in the sensation of her hands on him, her lips on his skin. It was a new experience, one he hadn’t even known he wanted until now.

He breathed out a laugh, letting himself get lost in the moment, in the way she moved, the way she made him feel like everything was right for the first time in so long.

This—her—was something he couldn’t have imagined, but now that it was happening, it felt like the most natural thing in the world.

As she kissed his jaw, Bruce could feel the hesitation in her touch—small, fleeting moments of uncertainty that gave way to something else. Despite the soft, tentative movements, there was a confidence to the way she held him, a growing assurance in the way her lips moved against his skin. It was clear that she was still learning, still figuring this out—this intimacy, this closeness—but somehow, that made the whole thing feel more real, more grounded. There was no pretense between them.

Bruce, for his part, was fully aware of her inexperience, the way her hands seemed to linger a little longer than she might have intended or the way she seemed to carefully gauge each movement, as if testing the waters. But despite that, she was doing just fine. She was more than fine. Her kisses were soft, but not shy; tentative, but with an underlying desire that made his heart race.

He felt a rush of affection for her—how brave she was, even when she was unsure, even when she was still figuring out what it meant to be this close to someone. It made him realize that, for all his experience, there was something equally precious about this shared vulnerability. It made him want to be more open, to be a little less controlled for her sake, for both their sakes.

Bruce took her hand, guiding it gently back to his face, encouraging her to touch him with a little more confidence. “You’re doing fine,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble against her skin. “Better than fine. Just relax.”

She met his eyes, a small, uncertain smile tugging at her lips. “I… I’m trying,” she admitted, a slight giggle escaping her. “This is all… new.”

“I know,” Bruce replied, his voice soft but filled with warmth. “But I like it. I like that it’s new. We don’t need to rush.”

She smiled, more at ease now, and her fingers slid from his jawline to his neck, then up to his hair, her touch growing more deliberate. She leaned up, meeting his lips again, this time with a little more conviction. The kiss was slower, more exploratory, as if she were testing the waters, but she didn’t pull back this time. Instead, she allowed herself to feel him fully, and in turn, Bruce felt his own control slip, just a little.

His hands moved to her waist, pulling her a fraction closer, and this time she didn’t hesitate, her arms wrapping around his neck as she deepened the kiss, matching his movements with surprising ease. Bruce couldn’t help but smile against her lips at how she was learning to navigate this, how her natural curiosity was turning into something far more confident, far more sensual.

Even if she was still inexperienced, she had an intuitive understanding of him, of what he needed in this moment. She responded to him with a kind of instinct he hadn’t expected, one that made him feel like they were truly discovering each other, not just physically, but emotionally, too.

“See?” he murmured between kisses, his breath shallow. “I told you you’re doing great.”

Her lips curled into a smile against his, and she kissed him again—more urgently now, as if she was no longer afraid of getting it wrong. There was no right or wrong in this moment, no perfect way to do it. It was just them, together. She pulled him even closer, their bodies pressing against one another, her movements growing more sure, more confident with each second.

And Bruce, feeling her give herself to the moment fully, couldn’t help but get lost in her again, in the way she kissed him like she was learning, like she was willing to take that chance with him, despite everything. The world outside their room didn’t matter. Nothing mattered except this moment, this feeling of connection that was unlike anything Bruce had ever felt before.

[franklyimissparis]

can we talk again about how the bridge of 'the pound is sinking' from tug of war is absolutely about john?? it's truly so insane.

hear me, my lover/i can't be held responsible now/for something that didn't happen

so much of john and paul's relationship is held in what didn't actually happen (i always think of the implications of john calling paul his 'old estranged fiancé' instead of husband, etc.) and i think both paul and john were evidently very aware of this. i think 'can't be held responsible now' is particularly interesting, somewhat suggesting that he could be held responsible or was perhaps unfairly held responsible in the past but something has since changed.

i knew you for a minute/oh, it didn't happen only for a minute

this line especially is crazy to me. there are lots of ways to interpret the line but to me it kind of mirrors what paul always says about 'here today' - how he’s playing to the cynical side of john (and himself.) he underemphasises the relationship (i knew you for a minute) and then corrects himself (it was longer than that, really)

your heart just wasn't in it anymore

the 'john's in love with yoko and he's no longer in love with the three of us anymore' quote comes to mind, as well as every other insane iteration of this paul's said over the years.

interestingly, the bridge was actually a separate little snippet that was combined with the rest of the song (released in 2015 as a demo called 'something that didn't happen'). the original demo for the bridge was recorded in august 1980 which is very interesting given what was going on with john and paul at that time. the complete song was later recorded in february 1981, just two months after john's death.

[justnatoka]

Can I request and fluffy and chaotic tickle fight with poly lost boys x gn reader sfw

Prank wars and tickle fights

Poly! Lost Boys x GN! Reader

A/n: Thank you so much for the request! Here's a little something for you! 😊

Word count: 887

You and Paul accidentally start a war.

It all started with one harmless little prank. Just one moment of weakness, when you and Paul let your childish urges win over you, grabbed a sharpie, and doodled all over Marko's face while he was passed out on the couch. Why he was passed out? Who knows and who cares?

When he woke up, he had no idea. And being a vampire, he couldn't even check in the mirror. It was honestly perfect. You had to subtly kick Paul not to start wheezing when Marko started talking to you, even though the muscles in your face were also twitching like hell. It wasn't until he asked something from David when it all unraveled. David took one look at his face and the corner of his mouth was curling into an amused smirk.

"So that's what you think of me?" he teased and pointed at Marko's left cheek. There, among the other little drawings sat a word bubble leading to his mouth that said "David's breath smells like ass".

That's when you and Paul finally lost it, falling over howling with laughter. The look in Marko's eyes should have clued you into where this was headed.

It became an all-out prank war. You and Paul did your fair share, but no one could out-prank Marko. In the next few days, the sound of his devilish giggles became something that you dreaded, because it meant that he was up to something. He was relentless, no one and nothing was safe. Even Dwayne got roped into it, when a glitter bomb blew up in his face instead of yours. After a week, you had to face the facts; you let a monster loose.

It was clear what you had to do: join forces and hit him at his weak point. And there was one weakness of Marko that you were all acutely aware of. He was ticklish as fuck.

So you, Paul and Dwayne – who still found chunks of glitter falling out of his hair even after he washed it four times – cornered him one night. You all had vindictive grins on your faces as you advanced on him, and when Paul wiggled his fingers in the air, you saw him start to sweat. He knew what was about to happen, but there was no escape. The little shit had it coming.

The three of you attacked him viciously, tickling at his exposed sides and stomach, his neck, the backs of his knees, every spot you could reach. He was screeching, tears running down his face from laughter, trashing around, but Dwayne had a good hold on him. It was finally his turn to suffer, and you felt a smug satisfaction as you saw him get red in the face.

However, the tides were quick to turn. In the middle of the chaos, you saw Paul and Marko exchange sly glances before Paul switched sides and jumped on Dwayne, his fingers already sneaking under his jacket, finding all his weak spots. With his grip on Marko loosened, the little gremlin slipped out and threw himself at you. You barely had time to scream traitor before you dissolved into a fit of giggles. Marko's devilish grin returned as he straddled your hips, effectively pinning you to the ground as he was already launching his counterattack.

No matter how much you thrashed, there was no escaping Marko's hands. He found every ticklish spot, even ones you had no idea about. In your last ditch effort, you somehow managed to slip off one of your shoes and was ready to throw it at Paul in the hopes that it would grant Dwayne enough time to slip away and come help you. However, aiming a shot while also trying to evade Marko's fingers was essentially impossible. So when you let your shoe fly, it soared past its intended target by a mile, and found a new one with a loud smack.

For a moment, probably sensing danger on a subconscious level, everyone froze. You all stared at David – who was left out of the prank war because none of you were stupid enough to risk your lives like that, who just so happened to walk into the cave at the wrong moment, and who was now staring at the shoe lying at his feet. The same shoe that you threw, that smacked him in the face. His eyes turned to you slowly, and you knew that in just a few minutes you would be deader than you already were.

Marko got off you and moved out of the way as David stalked towards you. You were left lying on the ground like your poor shoe, not daring to move. You knew you had no chance.

"Now listen, David, let's talk about this," you stammered sheepishly, but was cut off when the next second his fingers found their way under your shirt, tickling your sides mercilessly. You were back to suffocating from laughter once again.

You faintly registered Marko turning to the other two, and soon it was Paul's turn to start shrieking. Oh the little chaos gremlin really knew how to turn you against each other.

After that night, a truce was called. It was held up for a surprisingly long while. At least until Paul convinced you to do something stupid again.

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