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Jonathan Davis Plays KINKY Hide & Seek with You

Warning: explicit/sensitive content, deviant theme, 18+ Smut, foreplay, fingering, male/female sex, unprotected sex, p in v, finishing inside, praise & degredation, edging/denial, fear kink, adrenaline kink, BDSM, exhibition kink, public/nature sex... Overall, A LOT IS GOING ON IN THIS STORY 🤣💀

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Summary: You are Jonathan's girlfriend and it's the last day of your RV camping trip. You are parked on the beach and reminiscing about his past sexual kinks. You decide you want to let him try a game on you: a naughty, fear-laden version of hide and seek. But, his version is a LOT more than you bargained for. You explore a fear/adrenaline kink and let him take control.... All in all you have a very interesting night together.

Preface: My other JD fanfics are more "normal" if you wanna check those. This one's not for everybody. In real life, JD talks about various kinks/deviancies in interviews. His Penthouse interview, JD said “I’m the kinkiest motherfucker you’ll ever meet. I do freaky, weird shit” and he provided some BDSM examples. His Playboy interview, he talks a bit about morbid/fear kink games and degredation/control games he's played with women who wanted that with him.

If you google JD's explanation of his song, “My Gift to You," he explains he and his girl enjoyed a fear/adrenaline/death kink & played "games":

Korn songs like "My Gift to You," "Last Legal Drug" (Le Petit Mort) and "Beat it Upright" inspired this fanfic.

My “Kinky Hide & Seek” theme for this story is particularly inspired by Korn’s “Beat it Upright” where JD sings stuff like "Are you reading for a good pounding, baby? ...I will spank that ass just for fun," and “We're going on a ride….I'm gonna turn you inside out, upside down….Don't try to run and hide.” JD definitely throws a little BDSM/rough play/fear stuff into his sexual songs.

My story is also inspired by his lyrics in “Last Legal Drug,” where he’s giving spooky commands to a woman during sex-– “when you come, be a good girl, hold your breath, make it last long…It’s a mess, and it’s called ‘the little death,’ girl.”

So… ‘poetic license’ and a bit of my own deviancy/past 'adventures' is worked into this story. Sorry y'all haha.

Story:

You and Jonathan had thought there was going to be an additional day of your RV camping trip before he had to get back to Los Angeles. But, he got a call earlier that evening letting him know he had to start driving back first thing and be in the studio by tomorrow evening, so sadly the two of you realized tonight would be the last night of the trip. Your RV was parked on the beach in a remote tourist destination, near a mossy, coastal treeline. It's dusk and the two of you are sitting across from each other in folding chairs, eating dinner outside the camper.

"I'm so disappointed tonight's going to be our last night for awhile," you said to him.

"Me too sweetie. Me... fuckin....too," Jonathan said in a resigned tone.

The two of you had definitely "made the most" of this camping trip with lots of sex and romantic time together. But you still had kind of an empty feeling, knowing this would be your last night together for some time. You wanted the trip to end with some kind of bang. You started asking him some dirty questions out of curiosity.

"So, we've... done some freaky stuff together, huh?" you began.

Jonathan cracked a naughty smirk and chuckled, "yeah..you could say that... kind of...." he trailed off.

"KIND of?" you replied, curious.

"I mean.... I've definitely not shown you everything. Didn't wanna freak you out," Jonathan continued, looking down at the sand.

"Well.... I'm in a weird mood tonight. I kind of want to end this trip with a bang...." you admitted.

Jon paused. He had been bouncing his leg and fidgeting around. Suddenly he got very still and slowly looked up at you.

"You're... gonna have to be a bit more specific, dear," Jon said in a naughty voice.

"Ummm.... well..... we've... you've.. chased me around and stuff, been, ya know... rough from time to time? When I asked you to?" you said.

"Yeeahhhh?" Jon said slowly... in a sly, questioning tone.

"And.... I know you've been a lot freakier in the past. Like.. how you and your ex… well, you guys played creepy sex games? She would leave spooky notes on your pillow like- 25 ways she wants to kill you... and ....you had dark fantasies about stuff you wanted to do to her? You guys had like.... a fear kink? Death kink?" you inquired.

Jon stared at the ground, darkly chuckling as he recalled some "fond" memories and nodded his head. "Yeah... yeah we did," he admitted.

"Well... I was curious," You confessed. "I’m curious about.... fear and control games..I... I don't know! But-uh... I want to know," you admitted, stumbling over your words.

"Yeah....? " Jon said quietly while looking back up at you. Jon began to explain:

"It's definitely kinda dark…...You're not ACTUALLY gonna get hurt, not MUCH anyway," he said with a sly chuckle. "But it's just... getting off together on scaring and controlling one another. One of you takes the lead... someone’s dominant, someone's submissive" he continued.

"I wanna try some of that tonight," you admitted, very curious and pretty aroused.

Jon froze. His smile faded a little as he looked at you with wide eyes, and a good amount of surprise.

"What... like, you wanna, tie me to a chair tonight and have your way with me, haha?" he asked while laughing.

"No... no, I want you to take control and..... SCARE me," you admitted, rather embarrassed.

There was dead silence while the two of you looked at each other.

"Um.... are you sure?" Jon asked, somewhat stunned....fidgeting.

"Yeah. I want you to scare me tonight…..In-in a good way," you said as your face turned red.

Jon looked back down at the sand and shifted his legs around.

"Hmmmm....well…. That’s… a WHOLE spectrum.....HOW scared?" he said in a low, naughty voice while cracking a big smirk.

Your voice caught in your throat: ".....freak me out Jon," you begged. "I.....I want you to freak me THE FUCK out.....I want you to SCARE me….and, a-and then fuck me," you admitted, unable to even look him in the eye as you said it.

More awkward silence. You dared to look up at his face. His knee was bouncing up and down and he kept staring at the ground while grinning, shaking his head in amazement. Eventually, Jon cleared his throat.... stood up from his folding chair and crouched down in front of you, holding your knees and locking eyes with you, close to your face.

"Ok," he said in a calm tone, with a big smile on his face. His eyes had LIT up and he looked pretty damn excited and naughty.

"I'll freak you out, baby" he said while giving you a half smirk/smile. His eyes got spookier and he slowly nodded at you

".... but if it gets too much.. you should probably pick a safe word or something. Then I'll stop," Jon explained.

Your brain was turning to mush. You were already really nervous and excited and your clit was perking up.

"Umm... uh- how about.. STOP?" you said, half braindead.

Jonathan laughed hard and smirked. "STOP, it is then." He paused and bore his eyes into yours. He gave you a long, sexy, deep kiss.. pushing his tongue deep in your mouth. You were SO turned on, curious and excited.

He stood up and walked back to his chair, slowly sitting back down across from you. Nothing but silence. He just stared at you, clearly contemplating.

"So.... what do we do?" you asked shakily.

Jon stared HARD at you. His eyes scanning your eyes and examining your body language as he contemplated what to do with you.

"How about... some hide and seek?" Jon suggested.

"Hide and SEEK?" you said, laughing. "Jon... that honestly sounds CUTE.. not....freaky!"

Jon's eyes darkened perceptibly and his voice got very low and serious.

"My version..... is NOT going to be cute" Jon said in a VERY creepy voice.

You suddenly felt a shiver down your spine and a bit of realization run through your body.

"Nooo... Not cute at all,” Jon said while slowly shaking his head and looking at you with an alarming gaze.

“You’re gonna hide……I'm gonna hunt you," Jon said, coolly.

You were a bit stunned. Your heart jumped a little.

"And here's a tip.... you DON'T want me to find you," Jon continued in a low, serious voice. He cracked a wicked smile... "you REALLY don't," Jon explained. All you could do was stare at him, wide-eyed.

"I'm gonna start... mkay?" Jon said nonchalantly while reclining in his chair a bit.

"Um.... ok," you said quietly, rather confused.

"You've got 20 seconds to hide,” Jon said while comfortably lulling back in the chair and shutting his eyes.... "One.....two....." he said, counting slowly.

You stood up from your folding chair, looking around and then back at him. The beach and tree line was vast and it was so close to dark, you didn't see how on earth he'd find you if you hid.

"Jon? I’m confused! ANYWHERE? How are you gonna find me?"

Jon stopped counting and opened his eyes, looking at you with a VERY dark, sinister expression… almost like he was becoming a different person.

"You should probably start running," he said quietly.

"W-what??" you asked, while another shiver went down your spine.

"Start......Running" he growled, as his eyes darkened to the point of practically looking black.

You felt a jolt of genuine fear. Suddenly, it was like you were out in the middle of nowhere with a stranger. You were rather blown away.

"THREE!.... four...." Jon playfully counted slowly while shutting his eyes and folding his hands in front of him comfortably.

You took off running towards the tree line. In the distance you could hear him counting loudly. You wandered into the mossy trees and looked around. Your heart was pounding. You didn't have much time so you wandered as far as you could into the trees and then hid, crouching behind one. You were breathing hard and starting to question what you'd gotten yourself into. But you really didn't see how on EARTH he’d find you.

"HERE I COME," you heard Jon yell in the distance in a very eerie voice.

There was dead silence for a while. You heard the waves and light raindrops. Eventually, you started hearing his footsteps. He was walking slowly and carefully. You thought of crawling off and finding a different spot... but were scared of making too much noise. It was quite dark now, just a dark blue tone to the sky as the sun was nearly set. You sat frozen behind the mossy tree. Eventually, you heard footsteps crunching closer before coming to a stop. Then they continued; sounding like they were getting further away. You figured you'd successfully faked him out. Then there was dead silence.

"Ttssskk....tsskkk….That’s not a very a good spot at all" you heard Jonathan yell. You froze in fear.

"YEAH, I'm talking to you. Come on out," Jon said in a very frightening, unfamiliar voice.

You peaked out from behind the tree and saw him standing still about 20 feet away from you. You were actually quite shocked he had found you. VERY shocked. HOW did he manage that??

"I'll tell you what....if you can outrun me.... you win. You win and I'll stop," he said in his low, unfamiliar voice.

Your legs shook as you stood up, in sheer disbelief. Your heart was racing.

"Fucking... …….RUN," Jon said in a deep, terrifying voice.

You were actually frozen in place like a deer in the headlights.

Suddenly, Jon sprinted forward towards you at full speed. You gasped and instinctively ran away from him. You literally felt like a stranger was chasing you. You didn't look back as you darted aimlessly around trees, trying to figure out where the hell to run to. You were so overwhelmed. You heard him gaining on you, his footfalls crunching louder and closer.

Then, an arm firmly grabbed you around the waist and knocked the wind out of you. He grabbed you mid-run so hard, you sort of flew in the air as he caught you. He picked you up by the waist and spun you around, off the ground. The two of you spun together in a circle as he caught you. You fell limp in his arms, crying out and gasping. You heard him grunt and breathe hard and angrily. He grabbed both of your arms, pulling them tightly behind your back like a police arrest. Then he shifted the two of you forward, pinning you against a tree. He was pressed up against you while you were pinned, facing away from him.

The two of you stood like that for a moment, gasping for air. You heard Jon growling. With one big hand he kept your wrists pulled together and your arms locked behind your back. With his free hand, he began feeling you up aggressively. He pushed his hand under your skirt and rubbed/gripped your pussy through your panties. You started to moan and lose your balance but he pulled you back upright, forcing you to stand. He reached his hand back up to your head, grabbing your hair and pulling you into him. He leaned against your ear and breathed into it.

"I caught you," he said in a truly eerie, unrecognizable voice.

Your legs shook. Your pussy was very wet but you weren't sure why because you were also genuinely freaking out.

"Now... don't... fucking.... move," Jon said in a low, dominating voice. You did as he said. He removed his hands from your arms but you left them behind your back where he had put them. You heard him unbuckling his belt and taking it completely off. You began moaning, figuring the game was over and now he was going to fuck you, while he had you pinned against the tree.

"Mmmmm yeah... do it, baby," you begged, as you figured the game was up.

"Do.... what?" Jon said quietly. "You think I'll just FUCK you? Mmm-mm" he said, shaking his head.

"No. I CAUGHT you. You're not getting off that easy," he said, leaning towards your ear before biting it VERY firmly and leaving his teeth on it. "NOT AT ALL," he said through gritted teeth while keeping your ear in a bite-hold.

You gasped. Now you were truly confused. The next sensation you felt was the leather belt tightening around your wrists. You let out a yelp and started to pull your wrists away but Jon had a FIRM hold on them. He quickly bound your hands behind your back with the belt. He buckled it around your wrists, tightly and firmly.

Your heart started absolutely racing. You WERE scared now. Actually scared. Jonathan grunted, then, with you buckled up, he turned you around. He still didn't allow you to see him. He just whipped your body away from where it had been pinned against the tree, and stood behind you. One arm had a firm grasp around your waist and the other had a firm grasp on the belt he buckled your wrists with.

He leaned down towards your face from behind, and licked around and inside your ear a little. Your legs shook like crazy and you felt very faint.

"Walk," Jon said quietly. You were frozen.

"WALK," Jon said in a louder, more stern voice, while gently pushing you forward and maintaining his grip on you. You took slow, unsteady steps forward as he guided you, walking you. You felt weak and in over your head. You knew it was still Jonathan. YOUR Jonathan. But it really DID feel like you had been caught by a stranger in the woods. You truly had no idea what to expect.

"Jon.... Jon.... I don't know if - if I-----" your words trailed off as you gasped for breath.

Jon stopped walking and stood still. There was a heavy silence.

"Ok," Jon said playfully and nonchalantly. "DON'T walk," he growled.

Before you knew it, Jon had spun you around to face him and picked you up. He threw you over his shoulder, one arm supporting your upper body as your head draped over his shoulder, his other arm supporting you under the ass with a firm grasp on your thighs. With your hands bound behind you, you really couldn’t get out of his arms if you tried.

You gasped some more and started practically hyperventilating. You were surprised at just how strong he was. If he WAS a stranger, you definitely wouldn't have been able to wriggle free. Your eyes stared at the ground as he carried you over his shoulder, back towards the RV. It was QUITE dark by now. This game was starting to really scare the shit out of you. You started wriggling and moaning in his arms, asking him to put you down. Eventually, he set you down on the beach. With a satisfied sigh, he pulled you against his body, facing you away from him and restraining you by the wrists again. He pressed himself hard against your backside. He leaned in again to talk right into your ear.

"Tell you what.... I'll be nice. ONE more try to hide from me. If I can't find you in 10 minutes, I'll stop hunting you. Sound fair?" Jon said in his eeriest voice.

You caught your breath and thought about it. You almost said "STOP," to call the game off. But you were feeling an overwhelming mix of adrenaline and arousal. You wanted to keep playing. "Ok...." you blurted out.

"Good girl,” Jon whispered into your ear before licking down your neck.

He slowly loosened his grip on you and sighed. With his face pressed to your ear, he spoke again:

“Ok girl.....fuckin........ RUN!" he growled.

This time your heart pretty much exploded with adrenaline. You took off in a sprint back to the tree line like you were running for your life. Your ears were ringing and you couldn't even HEAR if he was chasing you or how close he was. You didn't try to steal a glimpse back.

You ran in a confusing zig zag all around the trees, realizing how hard it was to run and keep your balance with your hands buckled behind you. Losing your breath, you eventually collapsed behind a shrub, as far into the woods as you could get. There was nothing but silence, beach waves and more gentle rain drops. It was almost pitch black now. You could barely see what was around you. Now, you were slightly lost and unsure how to get back. Wriggling your wrists around, you struggled with the belt, figuring you could get it off of you somehow. Your fingers tried to reach up to the notches and buckle but it was no use. You had another "OH SHIT" moment, realizing again that if he WAS a stranger, you were LOSING.

There was dead silence for a long time. You slowly caught your breath, wondering so much about this man you've spent so much time with. Clearly there's many different sides to Jonathan. You shifted your legs around trying to get comfortable on the ground. Your panties were still wet, which was a bit surprising to you, since you were pretty much terrorized by now. You were just starting to calm down when you had a weird feeling. You weren't sure if you heard crunching nearby or if it was your imagination. There was more dead silence as your hearing perked up and you tried to listen. You did your best to not make any audible breathing noises.

Out of nowhere, you felt Jonathan’s body tackle you out of your sitting position and pin you to the ground. You screamed at the top of your lungs with genuine shock as you felt his weight on top of you. You fell backwards, with your bound hands behind you. Jon pinned you against the mossy ground, nice and firm.... grunting and grabbing you as you wriggled around. You went limp and opened your eyes, barely able to see the silhouette of his face in the dark. You gasped for air and just stared in disbelief. How the HELL did he manage to find you THAT time???? How did you not hear him approaching???? You were in utter shock.

Jon groaned and pushed his body weight on top of you while pushing your legs open. He hovered over you on the ground, his crotch pressed against your open legs as he kept you pinned. You felt his hard dick through his pants and all you could do was hyperventilate with a mix of emotions.

He chuckled a VERY sinister chuckle. "Now, see THAT, was a really good try," he groaned. He pushed his face RIGHT up against yours. Your whole body shook. "A REALLY.....good.... TRY," he whispered in a complimentary, eerie voice.

You definitely knew you lost. You were so overwhelmed, you almost said "stop" again.

He rubbed his body hard against you on the ground, smushing you into the mossy forest bed and grunting/groaning loudly. You started moaning and kept gasping for air. Without warning, he climbed off you. Then before you knew it, he had picked you up off the ground. He threw you over his shoulder again in the same pose with your arms bound behind you. Your hair fell into your face as you slumped half upside down against his shoulder. You were completely spent by now. All you could do was moan and hyperventilate while he carried you back. It felt like a long walk back to the RV.... you were shocked he could carry you for this long. Struggling to calm down, you just fell limp against his body and caught your breath.

He got you inside the RV and gently pushed you down onto the bed face first. You could only crawl and wriggle around because your wrists were still bound behind you. Jon crawled up your body and pressed firmly against you from behind. His dick was now rock hard. He pressed into your backside, caressing your body. He stroked your arms and moved his hands to the buckle.

"If I take this off of you, are you gonna be a good girl?" he asked in his sinister voice.

"Y... yes," you yelped.

"No moving. You will do NOTHING unless I tell you to. GOT IT?" Jon instructed.

"Hughhh.. fu,.... Yes!" you gasped out.

He slowly undid your wrists. Immediately you started moving your arms, happy to have them back.

Just then, you felt a hard smack against your ass from the belt.

"AHHHH!!! ... the... FUCK!???" you yelled.

"I told you not to move!" Jon said sternly.

You felt his hand grip your ass and pull your skirt up. He reached up the front of your skirt and pushed his fingers against your pussy. You didn't even KNOW what blend of emotions you felt at this point, but your pussy still responded to his touch. You wriggled around some more while moaning.

With both of his hands, he took the side of your panties and ripped them, then yanked them away. You gasped and moved around. Then, you felt another strong smack against your ass with the belt.

"You're not a good listener, ARE YOU?" Jon said in a low, playful voice. You didn’t reply.

"Don't. MOVE!" Jon growled.

You nodded your head, while face down on the bed. Jon reached a hand around you, touching and feeling you up under your skirt again. He slowly pushed two of his fingers firmly into your pussy.

"Ahhhh!! mmm," you moaned as you tried your best to stay still.

Jon was hunched over you, keeping a good amound of his weight on top of you. He kept you pinned down, fingering you more and more very firmly, pushing your pussy further and further open.

"Ahhhh..my GOD!" you yelped. You didn't realize how aroused you were until he started fingering you

"BE QUIET girl!!! Did I not tell you that? You're gonna be QUIET too!" Jon yelled at you. He humped against you and pushed his fingers hard into you with his hand, leaving them knuckle deep inside you.

You gulped and tried your best to stop moaning. Without warning he climbed off you and gripped your hips HARD. He flipped you over in one brisk motion. You were now lying on your back, you skirt up to your waist, your panties off and Jon standing over you.

He grunted and quickly climbed back on top of your body, pinning you back down. You instinctively went to touch his face and shoulders like normal, but he grabbed your hands, pulling them off of him. He wrestled your arms until he had them both pinned up over your head.

Then he pressed his crotch hard against yours, smushing you into the mattress and keeping your hands pinned above your head. All you could do was hyperventilate and watch him. He kept you pinned like that for a minute, breathing hard and doing nothing. You just stared at him in amazement, his eyes looking black. He teased you and started grinding his crotch into your open legs.

"Don't. FUCKIN. Move," he said as he quietly, while quickly climbing off you, ripping off his pants and boxers and sliding back on top of you. His cock was so hard he didn't even need to put his hand on it and guide it into your pussy. He just impaled you with it and you let out a loud yelp of pleasure and a bit of pain.

He grabbed your hair a little and pressed his face against your neck.

"Auhghhh…WHAT DID I…. SAY?” he said while pushing hard into you. “QUIET!!!" Jon growled.

You held your breath and tried not to make any noise as Jon started taking deep pumps into you. Your legs felt like jelly and your pussy was soaking wet. This night had COMPLETELY taken a turn. As he picked up the pace and started fucking you harder, you couldn't help but whine and gasp.

"QUIET! I'm not gonna tell you again" Jon warned again, before pressing his face against your neck and pushing his teeth against it.

"One more sound.... I'm gonna bite you," Jon warned.

He'd given you plenty of bites before, and you always liked it. But something told you this would be a REAL bite if you didn't do as he said. You did your best to stop making any noise. You only breathed, HARD. He kept fucking you, taking slow, firm, deep pumps into you while keeping your arms pinned above your head. Your clit was pulsating and you were starting to feel an incredible level of arousal.. you really couldn't explain it.

Having him chase you down and take you like this, left you with an indescribable feeling. It began to feel like your pussy was gonna explode in an orgasm any minute. You couldn't help but let out a deep moan.

"Mmmmmfff, you fuckin asked for it," Jon said while pressing his face hard against your neck and giving you a strong bite.

"AHHH!!!" you shrieked as he kept pumping. He didn't just bite you and let go either. He left his teeth against your neck as he kept fucking you. That bite DEFINITELY hurt! You did your best not to make any more noise but as your orgasm approached you let out a loud whimper. He pressed his teeth into your neck as a punishment and you gasped again.

"GAAhhhhh! Ughhh fu--" Jonathan yelled/moaned, losing his composure at his own game. This experience had kind of overwhelmed him as well and he was extremely aroused. You felt so good to him at this moment. He was somewhat shocked at himself, realizing what he’s doing to you. You both felt so good, you couldn’t help but start making more noise. You both moaned loudly, and your pussy squeezed around him as your orgasm approached. The two of you started getting QUITE loud, just giving in to the pleasure. He was even MORE elated watching you, as he realized you LIKED all this. Watching your reactions had him SO close to cumming.

He pressed against you and locked eyes with you while taking firm pumps in you.

"You gonna cum for me? HM??? he asked you.

All you could do was nod and moan.

"You're NOT gonna cum till I fucking say!!!" Jon demanded.

Your eyes flared. You weren't sure you could hold back much longer.

He pushed his cock FAR inside you and held it there, pinning you and pausing.

You yelped a little and he covered your mouth. Then he gave you one final instruction.

"I'll tell you when to cum. BUT when you do, you're gonna do it HOW...I ... SAY!" Jon growled.

You were confused. Jon ground his cock into you and you could feel it twitching as he was clearly VERY close too.

"You gonna be a good girl?" Jon said in a VERY dark, eerie tone.

You stared at him and nodded as he kept his hand over your mouth.

"WHEN you cum, hold your fucking breath. DON'T let it out!!! Not until you've cum LONG and HARD. Make it FUCKING last!"

Your pussy quivered and tightened around his dick, spasming and pulsing in anticipation.

"You HEAR me?" Jon demanded as he began pumping harder.

He said one word with each deep pump:

"Hold..... your.... FUCKIN... BREATH."

Your legs fell totally limp and he grabbed them hard, pulling them further apart and taking hard, fast pumps into you. You gasped. Your body felt like it was tingling. You were pretty sure you were hyperventilating. Your orgasm was coming fast and you PRAYED Jon would give you permission to cum.

"AHhhhhhhh.... FUuuuuu....." Jon grunted as he grew weak and his pumps got sloppier. His own orgasm was gaining on him. "Mmmmfff... be my good ---gahhh----my good girl …CUM for me!" Jon demanded. You squealed and yelped and nodded. Your pussy exploded and started spasming hard around his swollen dick. Jon pinned you down HARD as you came and pushed a hand over your mouth as he heard you breathing hard and gasping for air. "HOLD. YOUR. BREATH!!!" Jon demanded while watching your face.

You locked eyes with him as you were cumming and held your breath as best you could. Your pussy kept throbbing and spasming in VERY pleasurable waves. Something about having your breath held while cumming made it feel doubly intense. It seemed like you were cumming FAR stronger and longer than ever before. You felt increasingly dizzy, like you were about to faint. You started seeing little stars in your vision as it dimmed and Jon kept watching your face while you came hard on his cock. Jonathan slowed his pumps to a stop for a moment to just watch you cum for him.

Suddenly you felt like you were gonna lose consciousness. Jonathan saw your eyes begin to roll back and quickly let go of your mouth. "NOW breathe," he commanded. You gasped for air and took long, deep breaths as you kept coming and shaking. "Good girl," Jon complimented as he paused for a moment. He was sweating like crazy and breathing hard. He just stared at you, proud of you for doing as he said. His eyes gazed at you, all hazy: "Mmmfffff, god... that was beautiful," he admitted as he watched you writhe around, catching your breath, smiling at him and feeling the bliss of your orgasm.

His cock twitched and throbbed. It felt like most of the blood in his body was in his dick at this point. Without hesitation, Jon picked up where he left off. He kept taking rough, sloppy pumps into you. He moaned and groaned loudly while you just let him take you. Within a minute, his cock completely burst and you could feel him filling you up. He pushed as far into you as he could and grunted LOUDLY.

Your vision was hazy but as he came, you watched his face. He did the same thing…. He gasped as his orgasm hit, then held his breath as you felt warm pumps of liquid spill into you. He started looking disoriented and dizzy. His eyes started rolling and he braced himself against your body, not breathing until he was done coming. You just held him as he had a very long orgasm, leaking LOTS of cum inside you before FINALLY inhaling some new air with a loud, raspy gasp. He kept gasping for air for a LONG time.

The two of you both felt like you might black out and faint. He fell against you and it was hard to breathe with his body weight on you like this. Gradually he whimpered and climbed off you, lying next to you in bed. You were both VERY faint and dizzy for a long time. The room looked liked it was spinning.

As the two of you recovered, your whole body felt tingly and numb with adrenaline, exhaustion, and pleasure. Eventually, you turned to him...."Holy shit, Jon.... Holy. SHIT" was all you could get out.

Jon let out a dark, deep chuckle. "You LIKED it?" he asked, curious.

"Um.... you scared the shit out of me. For real," you admitted.

Jon turned to look at your eyes. You met his gaze and his eyes looked normal again......a bit apologetic.

"You said freak you out... But….Yeah, I went pretty fucking far, huh? Too much?" Jon asked you softly.

"Ummmmm.... it was a lot," you admitted, still shaking as you recalled the moment he caught you in the woods the second time. You had felt genuine terror.

"But..... I have NEVER cum like that. I --- I..... I LIKED it," you slowly admitted.

Jon's face lit up. "Mmmmm....I liked it too. I LOVED taking you on that ride....A LOT" Jon admitted. There was brief silence and soft laughter between the two of you.

"That...... breath hold thing. Wow..... that was trippy," you replied.

Jon let out another deep chuckle, shaking his head.

"WHY the hell did I cum so much harder when I held my breath like that?" you asked with genuine curiosity.

"The French call an orgasm 'the little death," Jonathan explained. "Their philosophy is: every time we cum, we die a little. You can make the feeling of an orgasm even stronger if you hold your breath when you cum," he said.

He turned to face you, sleepily and satisfied.

"I REALLY liked dying a little with you tonight," he whispered.

"I REALLY liked dying a little with you too, baby," you whispered back.

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Stark Universe | Chapter One

Doctor Stephen Strange x Stark!Reader (not liking each other that much), Obadiah Stane x Stark!Reader (super hateful)

summary: Being Tony Stark's younger sister had most definitely its perks, but sometimes it felt similar to being a kindergarten teacher, maybe even his personal nanny. During her brother's disappearance, [Y/N] led Stark Industries under the watchful eye of Obadiah Stane. A visit as one of the main sponsors of the Metro-General Hospital in New York City led the young woman straight into the arms of Doctor Stephen Douchebag Strange.

timeline: We're starting in 2010 (the first Iron Man film); Tony has already disappeared and is nowhere to be found. [Y/N] steps into the limelight for the first time - the result of her being the new head of Stark Industries (Obie-Dobie doesn't like that very much, but hey, it's basically a monarchy, so deal with it, dumbass). She is twelve years younger than Tony, and six years younger than Stephen (he was born in 1976 because I said so), which makes her 28 years old in 2010. I know this goes against a reader insert text, and you can certainly ignore that piece of information, but I just needed an outline for myself!

word count: 3.8k

warnings: Stephen being a little shit for a moment, Obie-Dobie Wankenobi is a disgusting misogynist, mentions of illness and death, children (because they're a warning), mentions of acute insomnia, Pepper being the loveliest human on planet earth, swearing

[Prologue] » [Chapter Two] | [Series Masterlist]

New York City, 2010

The phone’s vibration in her bag snatched [Y/N] back into the cruel reality her life had turned into. Not wanting to face another rising problem, she tried to ignore it as best she could because every call in the last few weeks since Tony’s disappearance had been about the company. And she just couldn’t handle another call to tell her what responsibilities she had to face – again. But the caller was relentless; the vibration of the phone ceased for only a handful of seconds before starting all over again.

Tears of utter exhaustion bubbled up in her eyes, and the Stark was glad there was a divider between the chauffeur and the backseats. She couldn’t handle the pitying stares any longer, especially in a situation like this one, where she was close to a full-on breakdown. Swallowing the slowly rising bile, [Y/N] rummaged inside her back to find the damn phone she wasn’t allowed to just throw into the Hudson. Her hands wouldn’t stop shaking violently, not even after she got a hold of the vibrating piece of metal and stared at the illuminated screen.

She knew the number by heart now.

“Obadiah,” she greeted him with a measured tone after accepting the call. She knew how the older man hated hearing emotions taking their toll on her. He never was a fan of those, to begin with. A deeply displeased sigh reached her ear within a matter of seconds. “What did I tell you about that phone?” In this instant, she felt like a schoolgirl all over again, even though she called two PhDs, an MD, and a JD her own. She wasn’t a schoolgirl by any means anymore, even before the universe decided again to treat her differently than others and to push her to grow up even faster. Nonetheless, she swallowed the retort lying on her tongue back down her throat. “Accept the first call,” she replied while closing her eyes tiredly.

I am already so done with this shit.

It was as if [Y/N] could see him sitting in his chair and nodding slowly right before her eyes. “That’s right. What took you so long this time? Your lack of handling your emotions like an awful lot of women out there?” Anger boiled inside her, but again, she ground her teeth and pinched the bridge of her nose. “I’m sitting in the car on my way to the Metro-General. I just didn’t hear it, that’s all.” Yes, keep going! You’re doing great! Lying to herself was a laughable easy task by now. Obadiah seemed partly pleased. “Good, because you are not like the other foolish women out there. You can’t let your emotions control your actions. Have you finally learned that?” You little misogynist piece of shit was all she could think of. He really had to learn how to make proper compliments without insulting people while doing so. “Yes, Obadiah.” No. And she never intended to learn it because her emotions defined her entire being.

Bending forward, the Stark leaned her forehead heavily against the divider and closed her eyes. How was she supposed to withstand the coming years with this man right behind her back to watch every single step of hers? Always peeking over her shoulders, always demanding, always hateful? It was a question the Stark just couldn’t answer.

I guess I have to see for myself.

The thought made her even more nauseous. Taking a deep breath, [Y/N] tried to control her voice as best as possible. “Why do you call, anyway? Is something happening in the company? Something I have to deal with?” She just wanted to end this damn call and go about her day without having to think about his constant presence on her back. But Obadiah was hard to forget – in the worst possible meaning. “I only wanted to remind you of your responsibilities for next week. After the events in New York, you will fly straight to DC and meet with the Secretary of Defense to go through the new contracts. After what happened overseas…,” [Y/N] shut her eyes as tightly as she could to prevent the tears from falling down her cheeks, “Well, they want more to protect the country. They need more. I don’t care about your moral standards, [Y/N], and I never will because it is not in the interest of Stark Industries – and you have to think the same way if you want ongoing success for this company.” His voice was stern, borderlining to being pushy, and she almost let the retort, instantly forming in her head, out of her mouth.

Almost.

Her index finger slowly traced over the seam of the backseat, felt the ruth material underneath it, and tried to focus on this feeling. The Stark could almost imagine that the seam belonged to one of Tony’s suits, and she grabbed his arm at one of the many events they attended as the unbreakable Stark Duo. She always stroked over the soft fabric and felt along the seam to occupy her mind while anxiety rushed through her entire body.

“I’ll reach out as soon as the contract is signed,” was all she could push out of her mouth, and gazed out the window. “I have to go. Don’t wanna be too late.” Not even waiting for another response, [Y/N] ended the call and pushed the phone back into the bag. That was her own way of showing rebellion against this man. It was a small act, nearly childish, but she didn’t care.

It got less and lesser of what she cared for.

"You can do this. You can do this." The mumbling stopped for a second. Thoughts ran through her head at lightning speed. "You have to do it." This one suited her much better because only a single thread held her composure up, and without it, she would be lost. But losing herself was most definitely not an option, neither now nor at any other point in her life. Not since her brother never came back from his supposedly short trip to Afghanistan and back to Malibu within seventy-two hours. But he never came back, and instead, Rhodey had called and told her everything that had happened and anything they knew – which was basically nothing at all.

Weeks had passed since then, and everyone expected her to function properly, and she did. Barely, but she managed to push through every obstacle and even managed to get a hold of the books and responsibilities of being the head of Stark Industries. They had given her a crash course in finances, the games the board loved to play, and literally anything else that could be of use in the long run. Nobody believed that Tony Stark would ever come back home, and even [Y/N] had lost every ounce of hope.

Sighing, she opened her eyes again as soon as one of the backdoors got unlocked, and Pepper Potts slid into the backseat of the car. The smell of freshly made coffee and some unidentifiable food, packed in a brown paper bag, wafted straight into her nostrils, and the Stark inhaled the tempting aroma. The redhead smiled proudly, and both - the cup of coffee and the food – found their respectable way into her hands.

"I thought you could use something to eat and something to wake you up a bit more. Another sleepless night?" [Y/N] nodded, almost shyly and embarrassed, before raising the cup to her lips and taking the first sip of liquid energy. The car pulled back into the steady traffic of New York City, and with another tired sigh, she let her head fall against the window, her eyes locked on the passing streets and buildings. "'M not even sure when I last slept. Three days ago? Four? What day is today, anyway?" She was an utter mess, but Pepper seemed to not mind at all. Quite the opposite. The woman understood her to an extent others couldn't muster even if they'd try really hard.

Another sip followed her words. "It's Thursday. I wish I could tell you about the relaxing weekend lying ahead of you, but it's more the opposite," Pepper explained, reading in her little notebook she had started shortly after [Y/N] had taken over the reins. The Stark shrugged, unimpressed. "Didn't think it would be any different. What's up this week?" She swallowed another sip of the searing hot coffee, but the heat helped her shake up her mind. How she hated to think this slow. It felt like a handicap in every possible meaning.

The sound of turned pages mixed with the cars' engines, the horns echoing through the skyscraper valleys, and the angry screaming of even angrier cab drivers. She had missed the buzzing city that was New York, and the thought of going back to Malibu alone made her stomach turn in unpleasant ways. She should just stay here, in this very city where she grew up and which was the closest to be called home.

"Metro-General invited you to one of their dinner. They said, and I'm quoting, "If a Stark is in the city and already visiting us, we have to invite them." Mr. Stane said that it would be best if you'd attend because the press is getting restless." [Y/N] scoffed indignantly. One of her hands racked through her hair, probably ruining it in the process, but she just didn't care enough to stop. "I presume he meant the board is getting uneasy with me because they think I lost my mind or some shit. But to be honest, I don't care. I'm going there because I care for the hospital, their patients and because there, I can grant them even more money. I don't need it for myself, so people can work with it and try to change the world." Uneasiness fueled her body, and the Stark fidgeted in the seat before throwing her head back at the headrest.

"What else?" She asked, already exhausted, and downed the coffee in one go. Pepper started to turn pages again, and [Y/N] let her head roll to the other side to watch her assistant carefully. "Mr. Stane accepted an invitation for a gala in honor of…" The redhead didn't even have to finish the sentence for her to know its ending.

"No."

Nothing more came out of her mouth before turning to the window and staring out again. The New Yorker sky opened its clouds, and the rain started to patter on car roofs, the street, the sidewalk, and the people out there, trying to get to their respective destinations as dry as possible. How absolutely-fucking fitting. [Y/N] wanted to leave this car, walk in the rain, and feel alive again. Maybe. Maybe not. She didn't know if that was still a possibility for her. Nevertheless, running away from events held in honor of her brother seemed like a pleasant thing to do.

Pepper sighed silently, closed the little notebook and rubbed soothingly over [Y/N]’s shoulder closest to her. "I'm talking to Mr. Stane about it."

He will drag me there, anyway. I don't have a say in a single matter anymore, she thought darkly and closed her stinging eyes again. The lack of sleep was something she couldn't control, just like her entire life at this point. She felt sick, sickly tired, and exhausted to such an extent that the woman had to ask herself what was waiting for her in a week or two. A delirium? Death itself? Whatever it would be:

Everything was better than this state of scarcely existing.

It had been way easier to get out of the car than firstly expected. [Y/N] has never been this proud of herself in her life, and after that, she even enjoyed the tour through the hospital. Where Tony had funded and supported his preferred causes, she had used her money to fund schools, hospitals, and research facilities. He had always told her how much she resembled their mother with this trait, and the younger Stark felt strangely connected to the woman she had spent too little time with before her death. Even now, two decades later, she felt guilt creeping up inside her while thinking about the woman she had adored with her whole body.

"Miss Stark!" – "Mrs. Stark is here!" – "Where?! Let me through, Poppy!" – "But I want to say Hello too, Darrell!" – "I'm sicker than you, you have to let me go first!"- "That's so stupid, Lily. You gave me your ice cream yesterday because we decided I was sicker than you."

The overly excited voices of even more excited kids echoed through the hallways as [Y/N] walked next to the Head of Pediatrics. A smile crept up on her lips – the first genuine smile in weeks – and she chuckled to herself as soon as she saw the waiting kids. Small hands waved in her direction after rounding the last corner, and the surgeon next to her grinned. "Ever since we knew you were coming, they couldn't sit still…" One of the nurses laughed. "Or stop talking, for that matter," she added and accompanied them over to the room they usually use for her visits.

"You're up early, guys," greeted [Y/N] with a grin tucking at her lips before embracing the first child with her arms. "Beth. I really have hoped I wouldn't see you here again." The blonde girl looked up at her and smiled widely despite her situation. "Mama took me home after you last visited, but I haven't felt well the last few weeks, and she thought it would be better if I'm back here before starting the new cycle of chemo." The Stark softly pushed blonde strands behind the girl's ears and nodded understandingly. "Well, I'm happy to see you again, love." The girl grinned and went back to her plushy chair.

She went from child to child, greeting familiar faces, learning new names, and got filled with all the latest gossip there was within the group of kids. It felt like another home, and having an impact on all their lives was an honor the Stark thought she would never feel in her life. But these children looked up to her; she was their role model in every way possible. It was an experience one had to make to understand fully the importance of having influence and exerting said influence. What her brother had done with his portion of influence – and what she carried on for the sake of her family name – wasn't to her liking, but she understood why he had done it. She wanted to be different, maybe even better, and she didn't intend to disappoint these kids. She never wanted to witness how the spark in their eyes slowly died down.

Laughter filled the room and the adjacent corridor, and hurriedly small, running feet went from one end to another. "We got the homework from everyone!" Marlin announced with a proudly swelled chest while sorting the small stack of papers and books by names. "You really want to check every homework?" The small voice of one of the new girls asked, and the Stark nodded, smiling. "Of course, love. That's part of why I'm here." They didn't need to know that this was a straight-up lie because the grinning faces were reward enough. Who could claim their homework was corrected by [Y/N] fucking Stark?

They are happy, and I have something to do and occupy my mind. Win-win, as I would call it.

But the peace and happiness got destroyed only heartbeats later by a demanding, arrogant voice – and, of course, it was one of humanity's greatest gifts. "Could someone explain why these children are up here and not on their unit, inside their rooms and beds?" The Stark didn't even bother to turn around to face the doorway to their little sanctum of comfort and happiness. Instead, she started to go through the worksheets and tasks the kids had to do this week. "Care to explain why you have to yell over the entire floor? Nobody in here is deaf." [Y/N] was never too proud to counter someone's stupidity and audacity. The kids chuckled in unison, even though some of them seemed to be intimidated by this man that she had to ask herself which specimen blessed her with its replaceable presence. He almost sneered in her back after taking a deep breath. "The audacity you own." Now, [Y/N] just had to laugh and shook her head before finally spinning in her chair to face him.

"Oh, now it's me who owns the audacity. Who yelled through the entire floor and demanded answers only seconds ago? It certainly wasn't me, Doctor." She mocked him with his title, and everyone in their close proximity who had ears and a brain knew that. Seeing his face twisting and twitching to maintain his composure was too amusing to regret anything at all. Before the black-haired man could open his mouth another time, a woman emerged next to him and pulled at his arm.

"Stop with whatever thought you wanted to throw her in the face, Stephen. That's [Y/N] Stark," she whisper-yelled in his ear, but the Stark could hear every single word of it. She leaned back in her chair, crossed her legs, and smiled mockingly. "A real pleasure, Doctor Strange." She knew him. Of course, she knew him because it was her checks who funded his research about neurogenesis. She admired him for his works but certainly not for his character and attitude, which always showed through his demeanor, especially during medical talks and interviews. It was strange how much he reminded her of her brother in that matter. And it was a tragedy that another member of nature’s most insufferable creation was not only the most insufferable person she ever had the pleasure to read about – he, of course, got the full-blow of handsomeness.

I may not like his character, but I can still look very un-respectfully.

Realization seemed to hit him like a truck at full speed, and he cleared his throat. "Miss Stark, I…" But she interrupted him straight away. "Quit whatever you wanted to do or say. You don't need to charm me or whatever bullshit you always do to get what you want. I'm not interested in your character, attitude, or whatever others need to see if they are thinking about giving their money away. I'm not them. I don't fund to get a dividend at the end of each quarter." People's ways to gain more money were so restricted and naturally narrow that [Y/N] didn't understand them. She didn't want to even try. Strange cocked one of his dark eyebrows. "Why do you invest, then?" The woman started to grin. "Wrong term. Investment people want to get something in return, mostly money, but people who fund research? Well, we're not interested in money because we already own enough. I can't speak for the intention of others, but my intentions are simple." Another nonchalant shrug. "I want to see results. Life-changing things. Approaches never in existence before, so we can create a better world for those who have to live longer than we have to, and especially for those who come after. Simple as that."

It was in her blood, these life-changing wishes and approaches. Once, a long time ago, her father helped to shape the last century, and since a few weeks back, her brother had shaped their century. Well, he had started to do so. And maybe now it was her turn to get up and see if the footsteps of the men in her family were too big for her.

Or too small.

The corner of her mouth twitched at that thought.

The doctor looked dumbfounded, and [Y/N] could imagine that this occurred little to never, so she had achieved what she wanted. "Well, Doctor Strange. I don't wanna keep you away from your work any longer. Mr. Hawthorne already got the check for the next quarter, so… research away." And with that, she spun in her chair again and dedicated her full attention to the kids again. But they just stared in awe at the woman in front of them and couldn't close their mouths anymore.

"I wanna be just like her someday."

Never in his life was Doctor Stephen Strange this furious as he was in the moments after leaving the presence of none less than [Y/N] fucking Stark. His insides burned; his mind raced a million miles per second. He strode through the doctor's lounge, the sound of the boiling coffee machine in the background, and the door opened to let Christine inside. At the sight of his state, she closed it quickly and grabbed herself a mug to pour some coffee.

"She is even wittier in person."

Strange seethed and stirred profusely in his own mug. "Witty?! She owns the biggest forsaken attitude I ever saw on a person!" The other doctor hid the eye roll and smiled behind the mug full of steaming coffee. "Sure." Stephen shook his head and leaned his hip against the kitchenette counter. "And this person is giving me money. I can't believe it." Christine now openly rolled her eyes and nudged his side. "She is funding your research, to be precise. She isn't paying you, Stephen. What is wrong?" She always knew if something was off, and the Strange sighed before answering. "Nothing, she just… she gets under one's skin, I guess."

If he were honest with himself, Stephen would admit how intimidating and unique the Stark woman was and how she threw him off his tracks. He wasn't one for crushes because he had way too much and too important work on the outline of his life, but she… Well. She was different. He had to admire her point of view on certain aspects of life, but he would never admit more than that. Not only because of his moral standards but also because this woman was the most insufferable being he had ever met in his life.

Christine nodded slowly. "Maybe you two would get along pretty well if you'd meet each other someday again. She seemed… a bit tense, but her brother just disappeared, so that's totally understandable." The Strange hadn't thought about that, but it didn't concern him, so why should he think about it now? But his brain had other plans, and Christine knew that, judging by the smile on her face. "I think I heard someone talking about her being at the dinner tomorrow night," she grinned and lifted one of her eyebrows. The man rolled his eyes. "I don't know what you're trying to suggest, Palmer."

Of course, he knew. He had known this woman since college. And maybe - the slightest maybe - he possibly had thought about going there and talking to [Y/N] Stark since Christine had brought up the possibility of it.

But that would never happen because the universe had other plans for them.

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To The Moon and Back

Pairing: Cameron Grimes x Fem Reader

Summary: After suffering loss after loss, Cameron is slowly spiraling downward in his head and with Joe Gacy now showing his face around him, his love interest, the reader, shows him that bad times don't last forever with a few big words…

Warnings: N/A

First time writing for Cameron, so I hope that I did well!

Word Count: 1k

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I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF:

"Can't believe she's falling for a loser like him."

The women's locker room was so filled with drama and trash talking sometimes and I hated it. They're lucky that this was happening or I probably would've started throwing everything in my path. No one talked down on my lovebug because he wasn't a loser, even if he didn't win this match.

Watching JD target his leg worried me because even though JD's a little shit, he knew how to wrestle and dissect someone. No one had seen Cameron once he came backstage, till they were trying to get an interview from him:

"I said not right now!"

The moment I saw Cameron lose to JD, I knew this something like this was going to happen. I couldn't blame Cameron a bit for flipping his lid. A lot of things were building up and we are only human and can only take so much.

Blowing off some steam with his yelling, I was ready to go talk to him, till Joe Gacy stepped up to him, trying to offer a place in his weird cult or whatever it was supposed to be.

I was happy to see that Cameron screamed at him. This was my chance to go after him now. He was the most special person in my life and seeing Gacy trying to corrupt him sparked something in me.

Gacy and I crossing paths was inevitable and while making my way out the door, I said softly:

"You leave him alone. You're nothing but a creep and I won't let you hurt him."

No words back to me, just a creepy smile on his face as he placed his palms together. He was always plotting and scheming, but that was something to worry about at another time. Cameron was dead set on getting out of here and I wasn't letting him go alone with the mood he was in.

"Lovebug," I stopped his car door from slamming, accidentally startling him, going to comfort him to make up for it, but he turned his shoulder away from me:

"Not now, Y/N."

"Can't you just let me be here for you, Cameron?" I sighed, trying to gain a connection with him without it leading to an argument because he still had an attitude, could tell how hard he was trying not to scream:

"Why?" He was defeated, shaking his head at me, "Why do you want to help? Why do you want a loser like me? Don't waste-"

"You stop talking about yourself like that right now," I scolded, slamming the car door shut and really making him jump, grabbing his head and holding it.

Staring deep into his eyes, they were a pretty blue like the ocean but had a dark gloom in them and I was destined to change that, meaning every word I said:

"You are not a loser. You have a heart like no one else's, you wear it on your sleeve and there is nothing wrong with that, Cameron. No matter how-"

"I am a loser," He whispered, looking down at the ground and fighting some tears, "I lost my title, I couldn't beat Bron, now JD. I-"

Again, I lifted his head up, my stare more intense so he would actually listen:

"No matter how many matches you lose, no matter how many tough wrestlers that you face, you are not a loser. And why? Because you never give up. You fight with everything you have from bell to bell and that's what matters. You're not a loser till you stop trying and I know that you are not like that."

Not responding, tears swelled up in his eyes a little and spread to mine. He needed to know that my words were true and that I wasn't saying this just to give him false hope, taking a big leap, but needing to:

"And why do I want to help? Why do I like you?"

Cradling his face, a few tears ran down my cheeks, smiling through them and admitting, using one hand to point to the moon above us:

"Because I love you. To the moon and right back here."

Showing him what I meant by here, I placed that hand on his chest, feeling it beating against his ribs, that dark gloom in his eyes beginning to disappear when I sniffled softly:

"And I love you because no one in this whole wide world has a heart like you."

"Get over here," He panted quickly, pulling my wrist and body into him, hugging like I was the last person that he would get to hug, kissing me like there would be no tomorrow.

Hugging him right back, my heart opened up just like a door, passion bursting out and expressing that with every touch of my lips, feeling the exact same feeling from him that made a few more tears run down my face.

Crying like this while so happy was a first for me and when I pulled back a little and saw that precious smile of his, it made me smile so hard that I was giggling, silencing when he met my gaze again:

"Sometimes I do think I am a loser. I'm sure everyone else thinks that I'm a loser too, but you said it best. I wear my heart on my sleeve and I don't give up."

I had never been so proud of him. He was always so full of potential and in a bad time like this, he just needed someone there to give him that little push, blessed to be that person for him, emotions skyrocketing through me when he put my hand over his heart, then mine and smiled:

"And I sure won't give up on my lovebug because I love you too; to the moon and right back here."

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jdsmineralwater · 1 year

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talk to me about heathers and rtc go on tell me your thoughts

BOTH YOU WANNA HEAR ABOUT BOTH?!?

ill gladly talk about both

so, heathers. the final scene. veronica is on the steps of the school, jd walks out with the bomb strapped to his torso, he blows up. there are two callbacks in this scene and one thing i want to draw attention to.

jd asks veronica 'pretend i did blow up the school. now that youre dead, what are you going to do with your life?' a callback to the lunchtime poll at the start of the movie: you win a million dollars in the sweepstakes just as aliens land on earth and say theyre gonna blow it up in three days. what do you do? (paraphrased).

in response to this question, veronica puts a cigarette in her mouth, reminiscent of the scene in the car after jd and veronica kill kurt and ram. veronica tries to light her cigarette, but burns herself in the process. jd then lights his cigarette on her burned palm. in this final scene, veronica is repaying the favour - lighting her cigarette on jds pain this time.

the last thing i want to talk about is the bomb specifically. jd strikes his little pose, like the jesus statue in rio(?) and we watch as the clock ticks down. and then it get stuck. in this moment, jd could untie the bomb and turn it off, saving himself and the car park he's standing in, but he doesnt. he hits the bomb until it starts again. jd doesnt want to live. he gets a second chance, but, as he says in the musical, he is far too damaged. he chooses not to save himself, and i think this is a really interesting part of his character.

and now. ride the cyclone.

i am wayy less analytical of rtc than i am of heathers so i just have tonnes of random facts about rtc rather than THOUGHT thoughts. i know that this particular fact has done its rounds on tumblr, but imma bring it up now.

there was a space age bachelor man video game!!!!!!!

it was released in 2011 to promote the first american run, the backing music was 8bit space age bachelor man and had two levels. the basic premise was that ricky (you) floated around on a hoverboard as the bachelor man, making love to (shooting love hearts at) cat women (who were all jane for some reason). theres a video of it on youtube and it looks so cool!!! but it hasnt been live since flash went down in 2021

TY FOR LETTING ME DO MY LIL RANT

it only took so long bc i had school today and couldnt sit down proper so this was all written between classes lol

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fourcornersarizona · 1 year

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Vin I double dog dare you to give a real heartfelt compliment for each one of your friends.--Anon

Vin I double dog dare you to give a real heartfelt compliment for each one of your friends.

Vin blinks, vaguely amused that this stranger would think such a request to be a challenge, something he has to force the bounty hunter into doing.

“Whelp…” Vin tips his chair back and plants one boot against the boardwalk railing, his eyes traveling toward the patch of sunset-peach sky he can see beyond the covered area. “Chris is a real hand with horses—the best I’ve ever seen a white man do. When Buck ain’t making jokes ‘bout ladies or chasing skirts, he really is good company to pass the time with. JD’s smart as a whip, and learns faster ‘en most folks I’ve met. He does a lot of stupid things, but he only has to do them once . Nathan’s the finest healer I’ve ever met, and makes a good cup of coffee to boot. Ezra, when he ain’t cheatin’, really is a good card player. Don’t even know why he bothers to cheat at poker—he don’t need too. Josiah’s smart… but in a strange way. He’s the guy you go to when you need to learn somethin’ weird ‘bout a culture that ain’t been around since the Bible times.”

Having gone through his closest friends, Vin keeps going. “Now Mrs. Travis is a fine lady, and the fact she can put her printin’ press back together always amazes me. I’m no good with machines like that. Inez,” his cheeks tinge slightly pink, but he plunges ahead, “She’s right pretty, and when she was dancin’ at the 4th of July shindig… well…” he whistles low, the pink quickly turning toward red.

Hurrying past the thought of the woman he is sweet on, he keeps going. “Now Nettie Wells is one of the orneriest women I ever met in my life, and I mean that as a compliment. You gotta be ornery to live out here. Her niece Casey is a spitfire—and I mean that in a good way too. Faintin’ roses don’t last in this country. Little Billy Travis, he’s a sweet little fellow. Likes to bring his slate and lessons book out and try to explain things to me. Judge Travis is a fine man—hard to find an honest lawman these days but he’s worth twelve of them.”

The sun is starting to set but Vin still has a whole list of people he would be willing to say kind things about—Mrs. Potter at the general store, Virgil who runs the hardware store, Nathan’s sweetheart Raine, Father Hughes who was rebuilding the Spanish mission nearby, Chanu and his father, Emilo down in Mexico … the only person he has no intention of complimenting is Mrs. Standish. That woman is a menace, and still chasing him for the supposed damages to her Presidential Suite. Vin has no intention of paying her a penny when Eli Joe tried to use the vantage point of the room to kill him.

Abruptly, he realizes the asker is sneaking away, and he shrugs. Apparently, the stranger was expecting a grudging response from Vin… not a man eager and willing to talk about the finer points of all his many friends.

#Muse: Vin Tanner #the last anon on InnocentMan #and tumblr totally WRECKED the formatting so just posting it here properly

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it’s pride month!!!!!!!! are any of the jeffs celebrating:0

no none of my guys celebrate anything they are all either too old or don’t care or both BUT they r lgbt

stat is he/him/any nonbinary bi

nine is he/him/any cis(?) pan

praline is she/her cis bi

val is he/she/they intersex nonbinary bi

six is he/him cis something….. definitely not straight

bonus: ryd is he/him trans bi

bonus 2: all of kilian and co is cishet so they’re getting excluded all month (sloan desperately wants pascal to be he/they bi)

- mod lucia

i asked this question so im ignoring what it’s saying and listing their business

blondie is cis gay

daisy is cis bi and i don’t like him

spirit is a dog

for a bonus blondies jane is a lesbian :)

actually on a side note blondie would wear one of these for pride

- mod sloan

Butting in like i always do since it's my male right in this pride month with mine. Most of my jeffs are trans and bi so! Specifics

- Dally is something and biromantic. He doesn't like to think about his gender even though in the server i joke about it, he goes by he/him but if you use she/her he's not gonna correct you but also going to stare at himself in the bathroom mirror almost ripping off the sink.

- Grease is transmasc and bisexual, as a bonus he's also canonically a dad!

- RRH is the same as Grease, transmasc and bisexual and also canonically a father. Which makes it that i have two transmasc deadbeat dad jeffs. Don't know what to do with this realization honestly (ask me about it)

- JD is pansexual and gnc! He doesn't care about gender at all and doesn't worry about how he's presenting.

- Tulpa and the system are unlabeled! They don't really worry about how they present or what they are attracted to. And they're young, so they don't really care about it. Any pronouns work for Tulpy

-Raden is also gnc and aroace! He's the sexiest mfer on this earth

-mod noah

Nathan is GAY gay as hell he has at least four rainbows on him at all time in the form of patches or pins. He's cis and he/him but you can barbie doll him into a pretty pink dress if you want

Pirate is bi and ace but he's like, twelve and hasn't figured that out yet. In his 20s he has a gender crisis but don't worry about it he's totally fine and normal

AJ is gay but has been with women in the past. He's cis but really gnc. He owns skirts and heels, is pretty good with makeup and has probably done drag in the past. His gender doesn't bother him he just does what he feels like

Darcie is trans and gay. He grew up in rural catholic Ireland in the 70s then got eeby deeby'd into the shining hotel so he only recently learned what the word transgender means. He's also homophobic sometimes but it's okay because it's funny

Tino is pansexual, aromantic and intersex. Despite his whole love theme and the amount of relationships he's had he really does not care about the whole thing, it's just a tool to him. Tino will respond to any pronouns but if you ask him what ones he prefers he'll tell you to figure it out on your own

Eddy is aro/ace and cisgender. He doesn't really understand the concept of romantic love and doesn't feel sexual attraction. He's happy with just having really close friends!! :)

BONUS ROUND: Darcie and Louise have four other siblings. One of them, Sean, is bi :)

BONUS BONUS ROUND: Pirate's future au roommate Steve is bi too but he's a COWARD and refuses to leave the closet. I want to hurt him.

-Mod CC

. Squishy is gnc! Rn he doesnt really understand romantic attraction but in his adult life he comes out as gay! Only romantic bc he's stuck with a 15 yo mindset forever

. Kipri is nonbinary and wlw!! Also her father Marcel is pansexual and kisses AJ on the mouth

. Frenchie is queer but it doesn't really matter what exactly how because he bites >:(

. Mike is nonbinary pansexual!

About CC's bonus: i shipped steve and pirate before it was canon 😎

-Mod Kim 🧢 Hi! Mod ez finishing out this round with his characters sexualities! At the very last minute too lol - Andy is GAY he is PAINFULLY gay and he is very repressed about it. If I brought him to a pride parade he would start crying. - His brother Drew is bisexual and in a polyamorous relationship. - Cas is bi! He doesn’t figure this out for a while though because he’s dumb as hell and forgot that was an option. he’s like i can’t be gay? I like girls? duh? and everyone is like cas i swear to fucking god Shockingly, those are my main lgbt jeffs, with most of my others being straight or unlabeled. Bonus content, RT is straight but would love pride month because he wants to ally as hard as possible.

#long post #pride month #creepypasta #jeff the killer #traphouse qna

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raphael-angele · 2 years

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It's Pride Month and I am an Aromantic Asexual

This is one of the experiences I went through as an AroAce.

Basically the entirety of my circle of friends is composed of LGBTQ+ people. My best friend (Aliyah) is bisexual but prefers women, Yangji is gay (mlm) and just came out (edited cuz i posted this saying he was Bi, preferring men but he just came out on FB). And my other best friend (Max) is also bi. There are like...2 or 3 people who are straight, the rest of us is bisexual or gay, excluding me, who's the only one who is AroAce. And I only came out as Ace when I was in around Grade 10 and I realized I was Aro around November of last year.

I went out some time ago with my friends and we went to Yangji's house cuz it's his birthday. And naturally, when you're invited to someone's birthday party, you get to meet people who you've never met. Some of those people were of our classmates from Junior High. (In my country, Grade 7-10 is Junior High. 11-12 is Senior High. I just finished Grade 11.)

One of them is Mika (she/her). Now, Mika is pansexual. And we were only classmates in Grade 7. We were different classes from 8-10 but still saw each other every now and then. This info is somehow relevant to the story.

At some point of the event, we were all in Yangji's room and we somehow got into the topic of LGBTQ+. Then Mika pointed out how gay our friend group is. We laughed it off cuz it's true. Then she said something about guys and sex and relationships. And I, being a snarky person at times, said that I couldn't really relate. Here's how our convo turned out

Mika: Wdym?

Me, realizing she doesn't know: Oh, yeah. I'm AroAce.

Mika: Huh?

Me: Aromantic Asexual.

Mika: I thought you were straight.

Me: So did I, but apparently not.

Mika: Doesn't aromantic mean you can't fall in love?

Me: Technically, yes.

Mika: O, so why do you say you're aromantic? You had a crush on Sam right?

Sam is a friend of mine that I was really close to cuz I saw him as a brotherly figure.

Me: No, I didn't have a crush on him. I mean, I was clingy and all but that's it.

Mika: That's not what I know.

Me: Well, what you know is wrong.

This is where it got a little heated

Mika: JD said you had a crush on Joaquin and Duke when you were in Elementary.

JD is an old classmate from Elem who went to the same school as me in HS. Joaquin was a friend from high school prep class. Duke is an elem classmate.

Me: Uh, no. I was just really close with them. I had a pick me girl phase so...

Mika: No, you definitely had a crush on them.

Me: And that's exactly how I found out I'm Aromantic.

Max: What do you mean?

Me: I mean, I found out I'm aromantic cuz when I looked back at my "crushes" I realized that they weren't really my crushes and that I never felt anything for them more than being a sister figure. And the only reason I admitted that they're my crush is because I'm tired of everyone telling me, "Hey, you have a crush on him, don't you?" "You like him, right?" "Don't deny it, you have a crush"

Cuz it's true. The only reason I had "crushes" is because people kept on forcing me to admit that I like that person. I gave in to the pressure of calling them my crush. Also, I only had like, 3 "crushes" my whole life. I'm freaking 17 now. I never even had a fictional crush, despite how much I like fictional characters more than real people.

---As for being Ace---

Most instances where I was questioned for being Asexual, it's either people telling me I can't be Ace cuz being Ace isn't real since everyone has sexual desires or people asking me how I know I'm Ace when I haven't experienced it yet.

First of all, I don't know if I'm entirely Ace, there's a chance that I'm Aegosexual, which means I'm not against the idea of sex just being a part of it which should also explain a lot of things about the second part; I don't wanna have sex cuz of various reasons, reasons I cannot explain in words.

I'm not really sexually repulsed, I like reading smut and sex scenes but actually seeing people do it is a no for me.

But this is only one of the experiences of being aroace. My parents were more than supportive that I'm aroace. My mom was actually grateful cuz it means I wont get pregnant or into any relationships so it saves me the heartbreak. I don't think she fully understands it but hey! she gets the concept... I think...

#pride #aroace #aromantic #ace #asexual #aro #pride month #pride month 2022 #queer #lgbtq #lgbt #bisexual #gay

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lesbianfreyja · 2 years

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hi, i’m sorry, this is probably not the right place to do this, i just really need to get this out somewhere & you seem to like. actually have some common sense, so anyway, this is about the popularized dv trial going on right now, so if you don’t want to read it/don’t have the capacity/whatever, i completely understand. it’s so disgusting bc like. even the people around me in real life have started to repeat the jd*pp talking points and it’s like i literally cannot exist anywhere in peace, even offline, i cannot exist anywhere without a reminder that these self-professed “feminists” and “supporters of victims” can and will take any opportunity to side with an abuser when the victim is imperfect and will turn cases like these, which are going to have and already have had a profound impact on the way people see victims of dv, into a joke or a series of “gotcha!” memes when the victim isn’t acting how you want her to / doesn’t look depressed and angry and upset 24/7 like. can they get a grip?? it seems like none of them even want to acknowledge that, despite all the odds being against victims, aheard has literally won case after case against him (not that court cases are a reliable marker of abuse, but as we know, it’s way harder to prove it & win a case as a victim than it is to win as a defendant) and this is literally a trial over an article that she didn’t even name him in. like it literally makes me sick because people i once called my friend are treating this as a joke and making an absolute mockery out of this whole thing, and if i say anything to them about it, i’m just hit with a “you don’t believe male victims exist?” and immediately shut down. like no, obviously male victims can & do exist, this rich man with a ton of power in hollywood who has been proven in a court of law (again, not adding this bc it’s the be-all-end-all marker of abuse, just because it’s really fucking hard to prove and she did) time and time again to have committed dv just isn’t one of them & even if she hit back at some point or stood up to him, there’s a difference between self defense and abuse! i had someone tell me that there was a recording of her going “who’s going to believe you?” to him, which, like, first of all, i don’t know if that’s true, but second of all, that definitely sounds like it could be something he could’ve said to her as he was abusing her and she could’ve repeated, so ???? i don’t understand how that’s some kind of like. definitive evidence. and like i have literally blacklisted their names on twitter and shit about the trial still slips through the cracks, and as a dv victim myself, it just makes me so fucking sick to see and have to hear about not just online or on twitter, but by people i thought i could trust. and i don’t even understand what the big deal is about this man anyway?? not that it would matter if he was actually relevant for anything, but like i do not know a single person who was batting for him this hard before these trials/this last trial in particular & whenever i ask about it, people are like “oh, i don’t even like him that much, i just ____” like i don’t get it y’all do not know this man PLEASE get a fucking grip

i’m very sorry you went through that ❤️ i think it’s an indicator that people backing amber are actively trying not to watch the case but frustrated for victims, meanwhile they’re being bombarded with meme videos from people who believe anything they read on twitter but when asked clearly don’t know the first thing about what the trial is even about. which one sounds like we actually advocate for victims??? not the one using audios of her describing her sexual assault and saying they’d love it if he did that. it’s disgusting and devastating that she goes through this every two years like clockwork since they divorced. it’s so devastating what this reveals about how men were only tolerating Me Too and i hope womankind can come back from the damage it’ll do, but my heart’s with the women who WILL feel its immediate aftereffect in the next few years

#ask #anon

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tomionefinds · 2 years

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Do you guys know any long, dark, epic fanfics? Maybe something like “Madam Umbridge Home For Wayward Girls”?

Hey @canihavewater, Have you tried LovelyVillian's other works? If not I'd recommend those too! Also try checking our Extreme AU, Dark, or other out there tags from our Master Tag List.

Here's a few others that could end up on the extreme AU list for you, lengths vary. -JD

Daddy Dearest by ImmortalObsession M | Complete | 108k Lady Hermione isn't quite right in the head. Her kingdom resides in a manor full-of-monsters. She has regular conversations with the Devil and fancies a dark knight who wants to kill her in her sleep. If not for the wonderful library, she might have lost her wits completely by now. Instead, she passes the time with music lessons and plots of murder.

Please, Save Me by Winterblume M | Complete | 316k AU Tomione. No time travel no time turners. - 'Are you not scared of him? Tom Riddle has got a rather peculiar reputation. But I'm sure it's all stupid talk. He's Head Boy after all.' - 'What kind of a reputation' - 'Er… he's… well, he seems kinda dark.'

Dimmuborgir by NoFootprintsInSand E/Ma | WIP | 74k He steps straight out of the shadows one late autumn evening, but she is not afraid. At least not at first.

My Soul to Keep by TheCorrosivePen M | Complete | 12k In which Tom Riddle is not quite a ghost, Hermione Granger just wants to live past midnight and things most definitely do go bump in the night.

A mix of dark fairy tale, gothic horror and psychological thriller. When Hermione meets an alluring stranger at the All Hallows Eve Ball, she has no idea how much her life will transform in a matter of hours. Hours that may just be her last.

A Halloween themed short story, just for the chills and thrills. Already complete as usual. New section every other day until the 31st.

Light of the Moon by Maloreiy T+ | Complete | 69k King Riddle needs a bride, and he has declared he will marry whoever is smart enough and strong enough to solve his magical riddle.

Nobility by olivieblake M | Complete | 148k When a tyrannical king takes the throne by the blood-stained tip of his sword, two women find themselves tangled in his search for power. Who is the pawn and who is the queen, and what will they sacrifice for love? Hansy/Tomione, eventual Dramione. Royalty AU.

#tomione #dark #multichapter #rated: m #extreme au #answered

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jaybear1701 · 3 years

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The Outpost is, without a shred of doubt, a shithole.

And Ellen Waverly secretly loves it, even though her fellow ASCANs frown at the tavern’s dilapidated exterior. Anybody who’s anybody knows about the dive bar frequented by astronauts, engineers, and other NASA staffers. Spoken about with hushed reverence, the Outpost is hallowed ground, a right of passage, and a frisson of excitement courses through Ellen as they pause just outside its entrance.

“This is it?” Dani Poole eyes the peeling red paint of the watering hole’s sign, uncertainty lacing her voice as she clutches the strap of her purse.

“Yep.” Molly Cobb lights a cigarette dangling from the corner of her lips. She pulls the door open, hinges squeaking, and the odor of cheap beer and stale smoke wafts out. “You gonna stand out here gaping all night?” Molly strides in without waiting for a response. Patty Doyle’s right on her heels, as usual.

Neither bothers to check if the others are following, but Tracy Stevens manages to catch the door before it swings shut again. “Let’s go, ladies.” She ushers the others inside. “Can’t let Cobb and Doyle have all the fun.”

The stench, now mingled with sweat and other odors barely concealed by fading cologne, intensifies the second Ellen sets foot inside the dimly lit bar. She wrinkles her nose and, as her eyes adjust, they walk past a beat up cigarette machine into a tightly packed space where all eyes immediately fall on them. Ellen thinks she recognizes some of the men from around the halls of JSC, but in all honesty they blended together in a uniform mass of white oxfords, skinny black ties, and thinly veiled disapproval. They were all just waiting for them to fail.

“Same shit, different toilet,” Molly mutters under her breath. Still, she throws her head back high, cocksure, and swaggers toward a pool table with Patty. Her heavy boot steps draw even more attention, not that Molly pays it any mind, acting as if she’s frequented The Outpost all her life. Like she belongs there.

Ellen does her best to follow Molly’s cue, straightening her spine and making her way around a jukebox that’s seen better days to the last empty table. “First round’s on me,” she announces, surprising even herself.

“That’s mighty generous,” Dani says as she and the others take their seats. The legs of their chairs scrape across the slightly sticky wood floor. They all pretend they don’t see the little brown insects that scatter from beneath the table.

“What would you like?” Ellen asks before any of them decide to hightail it outta there.

“Round of JD,” Tracy responds. “Least that’s what Gordo has when he’s here. If that’s all right with y’all, of course,” she adds to murmurs of assent.

“Coming right up.” Ellen beelines for the bar, continuing to ignore the stares from around the room that make the tips of her ears burn despite her carefully curated air of indifference.

She manages to find a small opening between the occupied, but is disappointed when no one’s there to serve drinks. The bartender probably took a quick break, she thinks, focusing her attention on the black-and-white astronaut photos that line the wood-paneled walls. Idly drumming her fingers against distressed mahogany, she wonders if her picture would ever be prominently displayed alongside the likes of Armstrong, Glenn, and Aldrin. Of if she’ll wash out, as her mother seems to be expecting.

An unsubtle cough interrupts Ellen’s musings, and a man leans an elbow on the bar to her left, a little too close for comfort.

“What’s a pretty thing like you doin’ in a place like this?” He slurs out the oh-so-creative pickup line, alcohol sharp on his breath.

It takes all of her willpower not to roll her eyes in disgust. Instead, she pretends not to hear him, but he persists. “Never seen ya before. Y’all tourists or somethin’? Sightseein’?”

Irritation spikes in Ellen, who has half a mind to correct him, nondisclosure agreements be damned, when another voice cuts in. “Jimbo, what’d I tell you about scaring new customers?”

Ellen turns her head to the right and… Oh.

She’s not quite sure what she expected when it came to The Outpost’s barkeep. Based on the decor, she wouldn’t have been surprised by someone schlubby and indifferent and borderline antisocial. But Ellen most certainly isn’t expecting one of the prettiest women she’s ever seen, with strawberry blonde hair pulled back in a careless ponytail, bangs hanging just above eyes as blue as a cloudless sky. And just like that, Ellen’s starting to understand the appeal of the place.

“C’mon now, Pam,” Jimbo drawls, scratching the back of his head sheepishly. “Jus’ tryin’ to be friendly.”

“Uh huh.” Pam cants her head to the side, unconvinced. “Get outta here before I call your wife.” After he slinks away, Pam gives Ellen an easy smile, bracing her hands on the bar. “Sorry ‘bout that. What can I get for you?”

It’s not until Pam’s closer that Ellen remembers to breathe, the influx of oxygen allowing her to regain control of her faculties and notice the pin fastened to Pam’s maroon t-shirt. It reads in bold white letters against a black background bespeckled by stars: A Woman’s Place Is In Space.

Ellen’s stomach swoops in delight.

“You okay?” Pam asks when Ellen doesn’t answer right away.

“Oh, er,” Ellen intelligently answers in a manner befitting a future astronaut. “Yes, sorry.” Heat rises in her cheeks. “Drinks?” She vaguely gestures toward the other candidates, and the pool table where Molly’s lining up a shot that sends a striped ball straight into a corner pocket. “For me. And my…” Her what? They aren’t exactly friends. Rivals would be closer to the truth, but that would sound weird. And she’s already being weird. She eventually settles on, “Colleagues.”

“Drinks,” Pam repeats, eyebrows disappearing beneath her fringe.

“Yes, um, please.”

“Sure thing.” Pam nods, thoughtfully observing the other women for a moment before fixing her gaze back on Ellen. “Got something particular in mind? Or should I surprise you?”

Ellen somehow manages not to smack the heel of her hand to her forehead. “Sorry. Jack Daniels for, uh, seven.”

“You got it, space cadet.” With a wink, Pam pushes off the bar to fetch a set of lowball glasses and arranges them in a neat row.

It takes a few seconds before Pam’s words catch up with Ellen. Was Pam referring to Ellen’s embarrassingly delayed response or… “Space cadet?”

“You all are the female astronaut candidates, aren’t you?” Pam reaches past several rows of bottles to fetch the whiskey.

“What, uh, what makes you think that?” Ellen nervously brushes her hair behind her ear. No one’s supposed to know who they are until they graduate. If they graduate.

Pam shrugs, the tip of the bottle’s spout poised above the glasses. “Groups of women don’t really wander in here. Plus, some of you match the scuttlebutt I’ve heard here and there.”

“Scuttlebutt?”

“NASA types like to talk, especially after they’ve had a few.”

“That’s… not unsettling in the slightest.” Ellen tries and fails to tamp down a swell of unease, wondering if they’d all be bounced from the program if word got out.

“Relax.” Pam chuckles, as if reading her mind. She tips the bottle forward, expertly eyeballing two fingers of brown liquor per glass. “What’s said here stays here. Unless you’re a reporter, then I’m sworn under our unofficial Baldwin rule to kick you out.”

“Definitely not a reporter,” Ellen says, recalling Ed Baldwin’s very public misstep in calling out NASA after the Soviets landed on the moon last summer. Relief eases some of the tension between Ellen’s shoulders. She shifts from one foot to the other, curiosity getting the better of her. “So, what have they been saying? All good things, I’m guessing,” she jokes weakly, all too aware of the rampant sexism among many, if not most, of her male counterparts.

“They wouldn’t dare say anything negative within earshot of me.” Pam taps her equality button. “Would never get a drink otherwise.”

Ellen can’t stop herself from smiling as Pam finishes pouring, sets the bottle down, and crosses her arms.

“Let’s see, I’ve heard that two of them were in Mercury 13. Have chips on their shoulders.” Pam nods toward Molly and Patty playing pool. “I’m guessing they’re the ones over there acting like they own the place.” There’s an underlying current of respect in her voice as her line of sight drifts toward the lone table surrounded by women. “The blonde? I’d bet all my tips that she’s Tracy Stevens. Got those Hollywood looks that’d be Gordo’s type.”

Ellen has to admit she’s impressed. “And me?” She asks before she can stop herself.

Blue eyes darting across Ellen’s face, Pam appraises her in a way that sparks flutters against her ribs. “I’m afraid I haven’t heard about you, Ms...?”

“Waverly.” Ellen sticks her hand out. “Ellen Waverly.”

Pam grasps her hand, grip firm yet gentle, palm warm and smooth. “Nice to meet you, Ellen Waverly.”

“And you’re Pam.”

“That’s right.” Neither of them moves to let go. “Pam Horton.”

Another patron accidentally jostles Ellen’s shoulder and she immediately drops Pam’s hand. “Can I get a couple of beers, Pam?” He asks.

“Just a sec.” She says, transferring the whiskey glasses to a round serving tray.

“So, uh,” Ellen clears her throat as she reaches for her purse. “What do I owe you?” Pam waves her away. “First round’s on the house.”

“Oh, you don’t have to do that.”

“It’d be my pleasure.” Her smile is genuine, radiant. “It’s the least I can do for the first American women heading to space.”

Ellen ducks her head, pleased yet embarrassed. “We haven’t passed yet.”

Pam looks her straight in the eye, and says without hesitation, “You will.”

Warmth blooms inside Ellen’s chest from Pam’s sincerity. “I… thank you." She hopes her face isn't as red as it feels. "We’ll make it up to you.”

“Prove all the assholes out there wrong, and we’ll be square.” Pam pulls out two beer bottles, swiftly pops off their caps, and hands them to the man. She inclines her head toward the tray of Jack Daniels. “I’ll have these out to you in a jiffy.”

With one last nod, Ellen makes her way back to the table, heart pounding and already vowing to return to the shithole that wasn’t so shitty after all.

#ellen x pam #for all mankind #ellen waverly #pam horton #spacepoet #fam fic #famk fic

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encounterthepast · 3 years

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Thoughts on the Mayans MC season 3 premiere

- Coco's desperation for drugs and the way he has seemingly lost focus on family and Letty is so sad. It mirrors the story of so many people but with the added danger and violence that his short temper would always ignite. I feel he's going to really struggle but I hope someone notices!

- I am amazed how many women are supporting Angel. The woman he loves is being held somewhere and they have both lost their child (her more viscerally) and what he's doing is cheat on her and bury himself in other women. People have also excused it as they 'weren't in a relationship' but let's be honest they were, maybe not a conventional one but in reality not all relationships look like the typical. given that she is going through much worse it's self centered and shows how incapable he is of commitment. I've seen people say 'oh but he's hurting' - he is but that doesn't mean his actions are acceptable. And those who say its ok because he's hot??? This is Angel's character reverting to type after seeming to grow beyond that.

- Adelita. I wasn't a huge fan of Adelita previously. She was single minded to the point of risking the lives of others and she put guns in the hands of children. I felt she could have been very dark if it meant she got what she wanted - a bit like Miguel. BUT oh wow did I feel for her. Her child was ripped away, she was tortured, her organisation has morphed into something she doesn't recognise and everything she fought to build has collapsed. Here I think she will be doubly disappointed by Angel, for his cheating and she asked him to keep it all going. She sacrificed herself to keep it all working. It's not Angel's fault but I think she will feel let down. We're going to see her struggle but I think she's too strong to be down and out.

- I see everyone loving Gaby and her caring for Felipe but to me it betrays her youth and naivety. It is not a usual thing to invite yourself in and take a place in someone's life and family. Sure Felipe needs it but she's kind of ... intruding on lives she doesn't know about and thinking she can build a happy family. It's a bit of a saviour complex and idealistic.

- given that JD Pardo said he doesn't want the MC to touch Gaby or change her innocence it suggests that this season at least we won't see that dichotomy breakdown and the two worlds collide. .... That's a guess.

- My heart broke for Miguel, he was so vulnerable. He did then turn that into murderous rage but that's the key to his character. I felt super sorry for Paco and I was worried about his kid.

- is he cheating for the sake of business only?

,- Also worried about the therapists dog but very relieved it didn't get hurt.

- Emily is being even more incapable and I think Miguel is going to lose patience. I do not trust her sister.

- the plan EZ set out is ambitious and reflects his growing character. He spent a lifetime being told he was special and meant to do big things. He clearly had ambition. That hasn't left him but he is deploying it in another forum. I think there's personal ambition too - if Santo Padre has all the power then as he rises he will have more power.

- how are they going to move a massive amount of heroin? I assume EZ has a plan.

- Bishop seemed so collected and patient previously and I guess the situation with the border has pushed his stress levels too far. He's right that they need SP but the whole thing relies on the Tucson connection working. What if they can't get the supply? What if Tucson are too weak? If this all goes belly up Bishop will take the heat. If it works EZ will get the praise. EZ's story is suggesting he will rise in the club but that can only happen if those at the top fall.

The whole show seems darker but that's the line they've been selling for weeks. Last season ended with so many questions, we haven't really got any answers only found more questions.

#mayans m.c #mayans fx #mayans mc #mayans spoilers #mayans season 3

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mirkwoodshewolf · 3 years

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A heavenly reunion pt. 2; Queen x reader

*Author's note*

And here's the last part of our last chapter of the Rock Angel series.

First of all I just wanna thank ALL OF YOU for your support. This was the FIRST fic I wrote that got me into the Queen/BoRhap fandom and (much like my Bad Wolf series) "Set it all free" was just gonna be a one-time oneshot. But YOU, the people on tumblr inspired me to make this into a series, so thanks to you guys for your lovely support of this series, cause without you, I don't know if I would've continued on after a few chapters till it might've caught up with "Set it all free". But thank you all, you guys are BEYOND AWESOME and I love each and every one of you.

Until the next update :)

ALSO LISTEN TO THE MUSIC CHOICES BELOW. CAUSE THIS PART IS A HEART-PULLER/TEAR-JERKER.

*Final ROCK ANGEL taglist (sniffles sadly)*

@plethora-of-things

@waddles03

@psychosupernatural

@ixchel-9275

@simonedk

@sparkleslightlyy

@starswin

@onebigfangirlworld

@labessieisallama

@naturalswifty89

@5sos-wdw

@isabella-bby

@ssa-sadboi

@bohemiansweede

@jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels

@queensdivas

@queendeakyy

@queen-paladin

@geek-and-proud

@wormzteef

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"(Y/n), (y/n)." I felt someone shake my arm gently trying to wake me up. I looked up and I turned to see Brian sitting by my bedside.

"What Bri?" I tiredly groaned.

"Come downstairs with me, there's someone else the guys and I want you to meet."

"Do I have to get dressed?"

"I think you'll be just fine love. C'mon." He helped me get up and wrapped an arm around my shoulders guiding me down the stairs since I was still bloody tired.

We soon arrived in the piano room right where I had first met David and Elton. The first thing I notice was the other three queens all grinning at me, like they were keeping something from me but wanted to tell me.

"What's going on here?" I asked wearily.

"Darling, as I'm sure Brian told you, we have some people we'd like you to meet." Freddie spoke up.

"Guys if it's any of the singers that have long passed before my time, I think I met them all last night at the concert."

"Well these two are artists you haven't met." He finished for me. At this point I was confused. It was then Roger spoke up.

"It took us several meetings with the 'Big man' himself, to allow you to meet these two who have been waiting an eternity to see you again."

"Again?" I asked. They all smiled widely at each other and that's when Deacy opened up the slide in door and two figures came walking in.

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Two figures I had not seen, in a very, very, very long time. The man looked to be in his mid-30's with shoulder length (h/c) and (e/c) eyes, he was semi built not overly muscular but not quite twig-like thin. The woman was around her early 30's if not late 20's the youngest being 28 with midback (h/c) and bright (e/c).

"Again." The man said. I was gaping, my body froze and I felt like collapsing there crying hysterically.

For standing there before me were none other than my parents.

"We've been waiting a long time for you (Y/n)," my mum started off.

"It's been far too long but now you're finally here." I felt a lump in my throat and my eyes began to fill with tears as I choked out.

"After all this time you two were both here just waiting for me to finally arrive just so that I can fall to the ground and cry hysterically. Dreaming of the day when I—I would try to figure out what to say to you both when I would see you if I ever saw you. And now it—it's finally happening. You two standing before me....." as I spoke, both my parents slowly walked toward me with soft eyes. "And I can't even......I just can't believe it. You two are actually here?"

"Yes my darling little cub, every day for your whole life." My mum said as she cupped my face in her hands. Tears of happiness glistened in her eyes as she praised me through a lump in her throat, "And we are so, so proud of you." I looked down but she still kept hold of my face.

"Oh mummy, daddy!" My mum immediately hugged me as tight as she could as we both wept. I nuzzled my face into her chest as she held onto me so tightly while stroking through my hair.

*3rd Person POV*

As they watched the two women hug each other, Freddie and Deacy who stood side by side each other couldn't help but have their hands over their hearts at such a moment. They all have heard the stories of her parents and whatever photos she had saved back home, so they knew what her parents looked like.

But now finally seeing (Y/n) reunite with the parents she had lost at such a young age, forced to being verbally abused by her aunt and uncle it was just heartwarming yet heartbreaking to see this touching and well-earned reunion.

After being tightly embraced and kissed beyond oblivion by her mum, (Y/n) felt a hand at her shoulder and saw it was her dad. He smiled and allowed his tears to fall as he embraced his daughter.

Roger and Brian, being the father figures for her down on earth were all smiles and teary eyed at seeing their surrogate daughter finally reunited with her real father once more. They had the privilege to help protect her in her young adult life, but they knew they'd never compare to the actual love this man had for his little girl.

(F/n) cupped his daughter's face gently in his strong, calloused hands and wiped away his daughter's tears before giving her a kiss on the nose, like he's done in the past. A move that Brian never knew her own father did, but was honored to have given (Y/n) a piece of affection that her real father had done.

By the end of it all, (Y/n) ended up sandwiches between her parents by the end as they were now on their knees. Her head buried into her father's chest as his arms were wrapped around her back while her mum rested her head against her daughter's and had her arms wrapped around her daughter's waist. (F/n) looked up at the four band members and said gratefully.

"Thank you." The four queens nodded and Deacy said.

"We'll give you three some privacy."

"No, please stay!" (Y/n) whimpered out. "I want my whole family here right now." At hearing that statement, who were the boys to deny their Rock Angel. With acceptance from the parents, the four men all got in on the group hug.

(Y/n) once more surrounded by the people that had loved her the most.

With some major convincing as well to bring her parents here to the 'Rock heaven' Queen and the Rock Angel had here, they also managed to move a quiet little cottage just up the road for (f/n) and (m/n) to live in.

When (y/n) and the boys went to visit the house, (y/n) was amazed to see that it looked exactly like her childhood home before she was forced into the hell house of her aunt and uncle. It was all the same, the tan wallpaper, the curtains, the bookshelves, the little TV, everything.

*My POV*

Wow, my parents and my boys together. I can't believe how lucky I am. Now my heaven really is the best of both worlds. And I never want to be away from it again.

We were all gathered around the dinner table for some well deserved breakfast. My mum was cooking in the kitchen with Deacy helping her out while me, my dad and Brian were setting up the table and as for Fred, Roger and my dad were out talking in the backyard.

"Breakfast is ready!" my mum called out from the window. Her and Deacy began bringing in the dishes and even Brian helped out with some of the biscuits.

"Mhm, mum this is so good. Just as I remembered breakfast being." As I took a bite of my pancakes.

"I'm glad you still love it dear. I was worried I had prepared it wrong."

"Nonsense, your cooking is superb (m/n) darling!" Freddie proclaimed.

"That's what I've always told you love." My dad said.

"You're just saying that because I was the cook of the family. Poor man can't even boil an egg without setting it on fire."

"Well that's one thing you and Rog have in common." Deacy teased.

"I got better didn't I?"

"Ten years later, the guy tried to poison us one time during our Japan tour." Brian spoke up.

"You know what Brian?" Roger started as Brian gave him a mocking look.

"Alright boys enough. No fighting at the table!" My mum scolded.

"Sorry Mrs. (l/n)." they both said. Even though they were technically older than my mum, she still had them on their toes. My mum maybe a sweetheart but I guess I inherited my fierceness from her. Screw with her and she blows up and attacks like a lioness.

"Anyways I can't tell you how proud we were of your performance last night (y/n)."

"You both saw the concert?"

"Of course. The Heaven rock and roll concert is open to everyone in heaven that has passed on. So long as you have a love for music and respect the artists that go up there, anyone is welcome to watch. And you were amazing up there love." My dad said.

"Taught her everything she knows, poor dear completely changed after I helped her gain some confidence to own the stage." Freddie said as he playfully ruffled my hair.

"Oh don't we know it, she was always such a shy girl." Mum said.

"Mum." I groaned out.

"In fact, wait right here." She stood up and went over to the bookshelf and pulled out a familiar red album book.

"Oh my god." I muttered.

"Now I have seen that you boys have been neglected in seeing your beloved Rock Angel in her childhood years."

"Mum, mum no!" I begged her. She then turned to Roger and said his name with a wide smile. "Mum, mum please don't!" It soon turned into an all breakout of me trying to take the album away before anyone could reach it, while my mum and the guys were all saying yes.

My mum and I were having a bit of tussle with her trying to give the album to Roger and me trying to stop it. But Roger soon intervened and grabbed the book and it was then I was screwed. I let out a groan and tapped out.

"Okay that's it, goodbye. I'm outta here."

"Oh no you don't, come back here dear." I was pulled back by Fred who kept me in his lap as the album was opened and the guys all either pulled pictures out from the album or passed the book along. My parents each explaining what either photo meant or how old I was in the picture.

Freddie had the picture of me petting a goat and riding a pony. He fawned over the pictures and flipped it over to see that those pictures were from my 5th birthday at petting zoo that was located on a farm about 20 miles away from our house.

"She always wanted to be a ballerina when she was 3 years old." My mum explained as Deacy soon turned a picture over to show me a picture of 3 year old me in a princess tiara and ballerina outfit and tutu. Giving me that pouty face of his almost as if saying 'look at you baby sister.'

"That girl never took that leotard and tutu off for a straight week. Even slept in it every night." I buried my face into my hands as I heard the boys laugh.

Oh god this was embarrassing!

This is why I never wanted the boys to see this album but I should've known that if my parents were in heaven, they'd have this album with them.

I don't know how long the torture was but I was relieved when it finally ended. Of course the boys kept fawning of just how adorable I was and why I kept the fact that I was such a cute child from them this long.

"Alright you all done now?" I asked impatiently as I finally stood up from Fred's lap.

"Oh come off it love, do you have any idea how long we have waited to see these pictures?" Brian stated.

"Too damn long. Now I've got eternal blackmailing against you sister dear." Deacy tormented as he came over to me and got me in a headlock and gave me a noogie.

"Mum! Deacy's trying to blackmail me!" I whined out.

"Tattletale." He grumbled.

"Now, now Deacy don't go blackmailing my daughter." My mum stated firmly as she and Brian began cleaning up the now finished breakfast plates and pans.

"Sorry Mrs. (L/n)." Deacy said. But Roger stood up and whispered something in Deacy's ear and I could see the mischief in both their eyes as they shook hands with each other.

God I only knew trouble was going to come from this, whatever it was that they had planned.

As the day went on, we were back at Garden Lodge studios merely relaxing under the warm sun out in the gardens. I was sitting with Brian and Freddie going over our next concert game plan for tonight's show.

Occasionally I was petting either Bucky or Freddie's two cats Oscar and Romeo who were lying right side by side with Bucky. While Roger and Deacy were playing frisbee with Sammy.

"Something troubling you darling?" asked Freddie. I turned toward him and Brian who were both looking at me concerned.

"I guess."

"You guess?" questioned Brian.

"This may sound silly but....how do you check in on the family and friends you've left behind?"

"You miss Jack and the kids, don't you?" Freddie said. I looked down solemnly.

"It was just so painful for them to see me as I was in my final years. I—just want to make sure they're all okay, especially Jack." They nodded and that's when Freddie said.

"There is a way. Come with me darling." He stood up and helped me onto my feet and we walked back to the house.

We were up in the basement studio and said as he stood in front of the window separating the booth and the lounge area with the controls.

"If at any time we need to see the ones we love, the way to them is through the thing we love. Touch the glass and it'll show your heart's desire." I looked at him like he was crazy but he just nodded telling me to do it. I placed my hand on the glass and said.

"I'd like to see my husband and children, please." Soon the glass shined a light and soon an image of Jack came up.

He was lying in what looked like a hospital bed and I saw our four kids surrounding him, looking like they were about to break down crying.

"Jack." I muttered sadly. "Is he....."

"I don't know darling. He may or he may not. We cannot determine that. All we can do is watch. It pains me because I had to live it so many times seeing you, the lads, David, Elton and my family pass on."

"But he promised me he'd watch out for them after I was gone."

"Guess he couldn't live without the love of his life." The image then disappeared leaving me feel empty and heartbroken. "Oh (y/n)." he softly cooed before I felt his arms wrap around me and I buried my face into his chest as I softly wept.

By around supper time we were back at my parent's place all getting ready to sit down and eat. I was sitting between my dad and Roger while in front of me was Deacy.

I was currently piddling around with my mashed potatoes suddenly not having an appetite after what I had just witnessed.

"Everything okay love?" I heard Roger say.

"Hmm." I hummed.

"Use your words baby girl, now c'mon what's going on?" asked my dad.

"I—I guess I'm not in the mood for potatoes."

"I've got a nice apple pie cooling in the kitchen." Suggested my mum.

"No thanks mum." I set my fork down and sighed solemnly as I leaned against my chair. Before any other questions could be asked we heard the doorbell ring. I felt Rog gently tuck a strand of hair behind my ear before standing up giving me a gentle peck on the top of my head and heading towards the door.

I felt my dad wrap his arm around me allowing me to lean against him.

"Hey (y/n)." I heard Roger say. I looked up at my dad and he told me to go on before kissing the top of my head just like Rog did and I walked from the kitchen over to the front hallway. "Someone's here to see you." He stepped aside and standing there was Jack.

He looked about the exact age when I first met him. The short sandy blonde hair, same outfit, and those same gentle greenish-blue eyes that made my knees grow week.

"Hey (y/n)." I walked right up to him and didn't say a word. "I—god I didn't expect to be here like this but.....look at you. It's like you hadn't aged a day. I—" I gave him a firm slap across the face. He looked at me in shock and I snapped.

"I thought you promised to take care of our kids! The grandkids!"

"I'm sorry but I....when I told you on the day we sailed to Capri for our honeymoon that I would die rather than live a lifetime without you, I literally meant it. I did try to be strong but the stress of the press of them bringing you up. Hounding our children and grandchildren just....." I cut him off by cupping his face and kissing him.

He was stunned for a moment but he relaxed as I felt his arms wrap around my waist and he deepened the kiss. I felt him pick me up and spin me around along the front porch before finally setting me down.

"I've missed you." I whispered.

"I've missed you. I've missed you soo much." I could just see the pain in his eyes. He wasn't just meaning after my death. Since he's had to suffer for 3 years due to my dementia making my mind deteriorate, making me forget him most days or who our kids were. He cupped the side of my face and captured my lips once more.

"So this is the young boy who stole my little girl's heart in the end?" we were forced to separate as not only my parents but the rest of Queen now stood by the front door entrance. Jack looked at my mum and dad wide eyed and said.

"Are—are those two....."

"Jack darling, there are two very special people you haven't met yet. I'd like you to meet my mother (m/n) and father (f/n). Mum, dad this is Jack." Mum was the first one to walk up to Jack with a warm smile.

"So this is the famous Jack Kline. Let me get a good look at you," she placed her hands on his shoulders forcing him to separate from me just a bit as she observed him. She nodded and said with a warm smile, "I'm glad I can finally say this to you in person (Y/n), you definitely picked yourself a handsome young man."

"Thanks mum."

"Thank you Mrs.—"

"Please Jack we're family. Call me mum." She said as she gently cupped the side of his face. He smiled and said.

"Okay.....mom." She hugged him and even though he was at first shocked, he gladly embraced my mum back.

After their embrace he came back towards me and he whispered in my ear, "You look so much like her."

"That's what the guys have been saying all day." I whispered back.

"So glad to see you here with us Jack darling." Freddie said.

"Freddie!" Jack said happily as the two of them hugged each other. Freddie kissed both of my husband's cheeks and said.

"You've done good Jack dear. I've been watching you along with that beautiful wife of yours. And thank you for naming your last baby after me."

"It was really (y/n)'s idea. I just agreed to it. It—felt right at the time."

"Well I appreciate it nonetheless." Jack then turned to Brian who smiled at my husband and the two of them embraced each other as Brian also ruffled my husband's hair.

"Good to see you again Jack."

"And you too Brian. It wasn't the same without you. I still never got the chance to beat you at Scrabble."

"And you never will." Brian bragged.

"It's true my dear, even I have yet to beat him once again, you bastard!" Freddie pipped in. When Jack finally turned towards Deacy, I thought he was going to just breakdown.

"Jack."

"Deacy, I—is it......"

"Who else did you expect, John Lennon?" Jack softly choked out a laugh before Deacy brought him into a hug. I couldn't help but awe at the sweet reunion.

I knew Jack had waited so long to be reunited with his brother, his mentor and dearest friend.

He blamed himself after Deacy's death thinking had he been there for him more, he could've somehow prevented him from dying, even when I assured him that there wasn't anything he nor I could do.

So this was his closure, and I was happy to see that he got it.

After they separated from each other, Deacy playfully ruffed Jack's hair much like Brian did in that typical 'big brother' kind of way.

"I'm sorry. If I—had I know I could've....."

"Hey, it wasn't your fault okay Jack. Listen to me, okay? None of it was your doing. You understand that?" he nodded and embraced Deacy once more.

"I missed you Deacy."

"And I missed you too, my little protegee." It was then the only person he had yet to meet face to face was my dad.

My dad approached him and eyed him up and down as well as circled around him a few times like a lion circling its prey before going for the kill.

"I have seen everything that's happened with my little girl." He told him straight forward.

"E-everything?" Jack choked out nervously.

"Oh yes, everything. But if I had to say out of any guy that tried to win my baby girl's hand. I'm glad it was you son." It seemed to ease Jack's nervousness that was until, "and I was thankful to have another set of eyes looking after my little girl the way I would see fit of the situation, don't you agree Roger?"

"Indeed (f/n)." Roger stated smugly as the two of them clasped hands with each other.

"Dad!" I whined out which made both my real and surrogate fathers chuckle. "But we don't need to worry about this one. He's a good chap."

"Alright enough with the interrogation. Now that we have an extra guest, let's adjust the table and get him some good quality food." I smiled and we all returned back inside for a good meal and some long catching up and family bonding.

Now I won't deny it but I refuse to state that Jack finally got his wish of seeing all of my baby pictures and of course the guys wanted another look at them along with Jack as both my parents told every embarrassing story they could remember from when I was 2 till before the crash.

About a month later the theme for this coming concert was a 'cover performance'. Each artist got the chance to do an entire set based off of their own cover versions of different artists songs. The boys and I got to do songs from Bowie, Elvis, and the Beatles and right now we were gonna take things down a notch.

Brian and I stood by the piano, me sitting on top of it and he sitting at the benches.

"Right first of all we'd like to thank you all once again for coming to see us, it's really been a blast. This next song was written by the wonderful, talented and legend Diana Ross. This song was written for an animated film that hit number 1 in Japan. This is 'If we hold on together'." Brian then began playing the piano and he looked right up at me as he began the song first.

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I joined in on the second bridge staring right back at him before the two of us joined in together in a beautiful duet. His high range angelic voice and my mellow but soft alto voice blended like a beautiful concoction.

*Brian*

Don't lose your way With each passing day You've come so far Don't throw it away

Live believing Dreams are for weaving Wonders are waiting to start *Me*

Live your story Faith, hope and glory Hold to the truth in your heart

*Both*

If we hold on together I know our dreams will never die Dreams see us through to forever The clouds roll by For you and I

Bri and I touched forehead with each other smiling lovingly at each other. The spotlight shined once again but this time on Roger as he lead the next verse gently beating on the drums before being accompanied by Freddie's voice.

*Roger*

Souls in the wind Must learn how to bend Seek out a star Hold on to the end Valley, mountain There is a fountain Washes our tears all away Waves are swaying Somebody is praying Please let us come home to stay

*Roger and Freddie*

If we hold on together I know our dreams will never die Dreams see us through to forever As clouds roll by For you and I

Freddie soon took over for a brief solo, his powerful voice moving the crowd before Rog and Bri joined in. Showing off the three voices that helped make most of the Queen songs as powerful as they were.

*Freddie*

When we are out there in the dark We'll dream about the sun *Freddie, Brian and Roger*

In the dark we'll feel the light Warm our hearts, everyone

Much like Deacy always did whenever they performed Liar, he came right up beside me up close to my mic and the two of us sung together the brief duet before the other three members joined in. And I couldn't help but wrap my arm around my big brother as the two of us sang, and I even felt his arm go around my waist as out heads touched each other's lovingly.

But as we reached the final part of the song, Freddie and Roger joined Brian, Deacy and I at the piano. The five of us coming back together as a family as our voices sung in perfect harmony.

*Me and Deacy*

If we hold on together I know our dreams will never die *All*

Dreams see us through to forever As high as souls can fly The clouds roll by For you and I

We all looked at each other before finally embracing each other in a loving group hug. I patted Roger and Deacy's backs rubbing them as the crowd roared with applause and if anyone had no heart, I'm betting everyone was probably crying, just like we all were at this very moment.

"I love you guys." I said to them into my microphone.

(A/N GO TO 1:37)

The five of us were gathered at the top of a cliffside hill right by the old oak tree with a swing set that once was near my childhood home back on Earth. We all were sat along the edge of small cliff just looking out toward the sky, speaking not a word just enjoying the company of just being together.

As the sun began to rise, the guys all looked down at me and I looked up at them. All four of them just smiling lovingly down at me. Brian pulled me up onto his lap resting his chin on my head, giving it a kiss, Roger rested his head against my left shoulder wrapped his arm around me as he nuzzled against my head kissing my cheek or temple every now and then, I soon felt two different pressures on my lap.

I looked down to see Freddie and Deacy laying head to head of each other on my lap. I stroked through their hairs and down their faces and I felt each of them kiss either my palm or the back of my hand. While they each lifted up a hand to caress my face or wipe away a hidden happy tear that wanted to escape.

This is how I wanted every post-concert performance, every day, every eternity to be like. Here with the four boys that weren't just rockstars to me, but family.

If there was anything I had to say about all of this; if you had told me to describe my life in three simple words, I would always tell you this.

Best. Internship. Ever.

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heathersgameoftag · 3 years

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not me forgetting that i put these on my blog now

“I wanted to do a nice happy greeting, but instead I have to warn you that you have a problem up ahead.’

Betty, Martha and JD had all met them by a window that Duke had happily perched herself on. Well, happy was a stretch. Content might be a better word. She hadn’t exactly been joyful at any point throughout the entire morning, it was starting to get excessive, even for her. It made Heather so sure that she was still keeping a lot from her, even though she had confessed she was upset because of her parents, because there had been plenty of times she had been upset with her parents and she had recovered the next day. It was down to the sad fact of ‘growing numb from it’, but still. She wouldn’t even turn away from the scenery outside, though it was grey and dim, to greet any of the newcomers.

Heather followed Betty’s gaze as she nodded up the few steps next to them. She had been speaking to Veronica, but it concerned her too.

“Oooh, look who decided to show her face,” Veronica commented, having also turned to see the figure furiously marching towards them.

“Oh, she looks mad,” JD said, coming to stand next to her. “And she’s looking at you directly. Good look, babe!” He shoved her forward playfully, to which she grunted at him indignantly.

“I love having support from my boyfriend,” she snarked, before turning back to the huffing girl stopping just a few feet away, glowering at her dangerously. Not that it was scary, Courtney wasn’t all that tall.

“What the hell did you do?” she hissed. Heather just smiled innocently at her.

“Whatever do you mean?”

“You - or somebody here, knows exactly what I mean.” She shot an accusatory glare to all of them. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed. People have been whispering about me all goddamn week, and I want answers.” She reached out and grabbed her collar, sneering, “What did you tell them?”

Heather slapped her hand off in disgust. “You’re delusional,” she said, feeling a twinge of guilt for pretty much gaslighting her, but she reminded herself that it was different from when her parents did it to her. Courtney actually deserved it. “I haven’t spread anything about you.”

“It has to be you!” Courtney barked. “I know you’re upset that I insulted your little loser posse.” She eyed Betty, Martha, JD, Veronica and Duke in disdain. “It’s not my fault you let a bunch of nobodies infiltrate your friendship group, I was just pointing out the obvious!”

“Now, if you keep talking like that, maybe I will spread a rumour about you,” Heather said. “How’s, ‘the amount of times I’ve seen Courtney not wash her hands after using the restroom is gag-inducing, to say the least.’”

The group (except Duke) chuckled quietly while Courtney looked disgusted.

“That’s not even true!”

“Doesn’t have to be true. They’ll believe me.” She examined her nails, looking aloof. That only enraged Courtney more.

“You spread something! Tell me what it is, Chandler!” she demanded furiously. “Nobody will tell me. Whatever it is, you’re going to tell me right n-”

“Oh, fuck off, Courtney,” Duke suddenly spoke up, turning her head away from the window at last to shoot her an irritated glare. “Take your damage elsewhere, would you? Literally none of us care about some random preppy bitch scared of what some randos in the school are saying about her. You’ll be forgotten as soon as we all leave for college, hell, you’d be forgotten now if you didn’t constantly whine like a stuck up, spoiled little brat.”

Courtney, as well as everyone else, was understandably taken aback by the sudden outburst. Perhaps it wouldn’t have seemed so harsh, had Duke not looked so disinterested. She didn’t even hold her gaze, she just turned back around and gestured for her to leave with a flick of her wrist. Courtney let out a frustrated grunt, but exited the scene and made sure to glare at Heather snidely on the way out. Once she was out of sight, she laughed out loud.

“Oh, she is mad,” she chortled. “Coming up with a non-existent rumour was perfect, Heather.” She glanced at Duke, hoping to catch her eye to give her some praise, but she didn’t turn around. She gave a shrug, to Heather’s disappointment.

The group frowned at her, and while Mac decided to sit next to her on the window sill, she heard Martha lean to Veronica and whisper,

“Is she okay?”

“Um… she’s…” Veronica stammered, wondering what to say that wouldn’t get his head bitten off by Duke.

“Her parents are… getting on her nerves,” Heather quickly said, saving Veronica the stress. That shouldn’t reveal more than Duke would have liked; everyone gets irritated by their parents.

“That’s one way to put it,” Duke muttered, mostly to herself. Mac scratched the back of her neck nervously.

“So, should we go grab lunch? Since we’re all here,” she asked, looking around the group. The mood lifted and everyone agreed.

“I’ll catch up,” Heather told them. “I just need to get today’s question for lunchtime poll.” She left with them down the hallway, but stopped when they reached a turn.

“I also need the bathroom, so, I’ll catch up too,” JD added, hurrying off ahead of the group. Heather went in the opposite direction, and just before she reached the door to the student room, an arm slammed in front of her. She stepped backwards, immediately growing irritated upon seeing Courtney again. Didn’t she ever quit?

“I know you did something,’ she growled. ‘I’m not giving up until you tell me what.”

“Fuck off and stop bothering me, you goddamn leech.” She pushed her arm aside and tried walking towards the door again, only for her to step in her way.

“And here I thought you were wise in picking friends and enemies, Heather,” she hummed patronisingly. “As of late, it appears that isn’t true.”

“I know what I’m doing, so quit acting like I’m falling from grace or whatever you want to call it. Those people sit at my table because I let them. They’re Veronica’s friends, so I’d rather they not be harassed by bitches like you. And, you know, I’m dating one of them, of course,” she quickly amended. Courtney’s eyes narrowed.

“So you’re picking loserdome over people actually worthy of recognition now?” She not-so-subtly gestured to herself. “You’re a disappointment.”

“If it pisses you off, that’s fine by me.” She went to step around her, but Courtney wasn’t finished.

“Fine. If that’s how you want to play this, then maybe I’ll just find something to spread about you. You know, to make it even.”

Heather laughed out loud at that. “Good luck getting people believing you. Why do you think no one ever bothers us, hm? I make sure they don’t.” She turned to sneer at her. “Spreading lies about me won’t get you anywhere.”

Courtney took a step back, but brushed her threat off. “You’re not exactly as respected as you once were, Heather. Hence my whole warning about the friends you’re picking.” She cocked her head to the side and smirked. “Besides, I wasn’t going to spread a lie. I’m sure behind that perfect little image you’ve made for yourself, there’s something dreadfully embarrassing that you’d hate for anyone to get their claws on.”

Heather did her best to keep her expression from changing.

“Then I wish you luck finding whatever secrets you expect to find somehow. You’ll need it.” She straightened herself up, brushing non-existent dust off of her collar as if the mere presence of Courtney was making her filthy. “Meanwhile, I’ll find a lot of entertainment in your weird obsession with me.”

“It’s not an obsession-”

“Yeah, yeah. Have fun stalking me to figure out what’s happening in my personal life!” she sang over her shoulder as she walked away. “Totally not weird of you at all!”

She was soon out of her view, having stepped into the student room to grab her clipboard from Peter. She read over the question several times on her way back to the cafeteria, but it was hard to focus. As amusing as her argument with Courtney had been, the thought of her actually figuring something out did alarm her, whether she wanted to admit it or not. It’s not that she felt insecure about her choice in friends - even times when she thought she regretted expanding her bubble the way she did, she immediately shook the thought away when remembering what had happened last time she had disregarded Veronica’s friends as little more than the scum of the school that she could take advantage of whenever she wanted.

She wasn’t going to go back to that state of mind all because Courtney didn’t approve of her decisions. As daunting as the status quo change had been, she knew it was for the best to rid of that toxic mindset. But since she was making that choice, it seemed now she was an easy target for sabotage. And there was a lot of material one could use, if they found out somehow. Small things, like how her relationship with JD wasn’t real, or that she hasn’t seen a Remington party invite in ages, and didn’t want to see one ever again. Or there were the bigger things, like her actual choice in partners, or her reasonings for being so much more wary at parties. If any of those things got out, she knew it would be the end. Sure, Duke had managed to stay in power, but she wasn’t sure if she could be quite as strong as her if it came out that she was pansexual. Last time people had assumed she was attracted to women, hell had broken loose, and… she never wanted to go through that again.

The exception being her family, of course. That hadn’t bothered her at all. Coming out was little more than a tool to cut them out of her life for good.

She unfortunately found herself wondering if it would be better to separate the lunch tables again; perhaps she’d be safer that way. Not even just her - all four of them would be safe. Then that thought was dismissed upon seeing Veronica so happy to have Betty and Martha with him, laughing as he attempted to toss popcorn into Betty’s mouth from one corner of the table to another. No, she absolutely could not return to the old status quo, even if it benefited her a lot more. She had to stop being so selfish.

Then she found herself wondering, what of her reputation? She wasn’t about to deny that it was definitely crumbling. People still looked up to her, sure, but how long would that last? Would her newfound generosity slowly erode it away until she was just a face in the crowd?

But that thought got chased away while she was travelling around table to table, when she saw JD in the line for lunch, later than the rest of the group due to his trip to the bathroom, probably. A couple of guys were pushing and shoving him, all to cut in front of him in the queue. Well that just wouldn’t do. She marched over and grabbed his arm, pinning all three boys with a piercing glare.

“Is there a problem here?” she spat. Their brave, cocky expressions all collapsed, frightened ones being left behind in their place. They slowly shook their heads, awkwardly and fearfully. One of them stepped backwards in line, as if offering JD his place back, but she just scoffed scornfully and walked forward, until the two of them were right at the front. She felt bad for the girl who was about to grab a tray and walk through to grab her food, but it was worth it to gain the satisfaction of having JD grin at not having to wait in line any longer. When the girl behind them shot them a disgruntled look, she glowered at her threateningly, which got her to lower her head.

“Nice, I love boyfriend privileges,” JD said, grabbing a tray. He stepped aside and gestured to the space next to him. “You coming?”

“I’ll be there in a bit, I still have to bother some people with today’s question.” She stepped away. “See you later.”

So, no, she wasn’t going to change anything about her relationships to get Courtney off her back. If Courtney wanted to try and have her revenge with her, then so be it. If she suffered because of her, then surely, surely it would be worth it.

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