They told us things would be
tougher after the war, but I didn’t know they mean quite like this.
Cold metal, slipping in my sweaty
palms. Ears ringing. My face flecked with powder, but it’s still hot, so hot,
it burns like ash.
And then of course the man before
me, face forever frozen like I just called him something rude, hand pressed to
the hole in his lungs as he goes down.
Let me explain.
I was always like this, see, not
the killing part, but the part that led up to it. The part where I found me a
bone and gnawed and gnawed at it like a dog possessed. “Annalisa,” Pa would
say, that tone both scolding and proud, “maybe it’s time to give it a rest,
huh? Worry about something else for a while.” But when I found me a mystery, I
clung to it, until one of us was solved.
Usually it was as simple as finding
where our downstairs neighbor’s good pearls got off to (her husband’s bookie)
or who’d gotten the landlady’s daughter in a family way. In the war, I made a
bit of a name for myself, nothing official, of course, but the cops came to me
all the same. Their best detectives had been poached by the OSS and so on, and
they just needed a hand dealing with the vagrants who’d somehow slipped the
draft—purse thieves and smugglers and all the other shits you find down south
of Houston or lurking around the docks. Pa’d already gone to Europe then, so
there was no one but old Mrs. Dougherty to tell me I couldn’t, and she’d turn
her glass eye to anything as long as her cooking sherry stayed stocked. I solved everything from break-ins to
embezzlers, and didn’t feel a bit bad about a single one of the creeps and
goons I got locked up, even though I didn’t get much credit (or any at all).
Bianca, though … Bianca I felt
bad about. But then I’m jumping ahead.
When the war ended and the men came
home—though some of ‘em, like Pa, made the trip in a wooden box—they warned me
it was going to be hard. The best thing I could do was find myself a man,
young, not too shellshocked, who was so damn happy to be home and alive that he
wouldn’t mind what a boatload of trouble I was. Mrs. Daughtery couldn’t watch
me forever, and I was old enough I didn’t need her by then. I tried dating,
thought admittedly not hard, but I’d have had more fun sitting across the diner
booth from a box of soap. Every guy was a crossword and I’d solved ‘em by the
time the waitress brought our main course.
What I wanted was work. Real work.
Work I could hang a shingle on, and get paid enough to live, not just to buy
myself something at the soda fountain. I needed to rent a room of my own before
I wore out all my excuses with our landlady, before the government checks ran
But the cops suddenly didn’t want
me, at least not at any price I could afford to take. So I pawned my grandpa’s
old pocket watch and took out a newspaper ad.
Mostly it was other women who came
to me. We were all in the same boat; we’d had a purpose for a few years, were
building a career, then just as quickly it was gone. I saw housewives who were
going stir crazy, imagining murderers next door, their husbands’ affairs, even
a neighbor who didn’t smile at them just right. They weren’t always wrong, but
it was quick, easy work, and that never paid the bills. Not that they had much
to give me on their own, scraping together nickels from their grocery money on
the sly, but I took the jobs anyway. We were in this together, after the war.
Then Bianca stormed into my world
and there’s no way I was going to end up unscathed.
Imagine: The Shelby brothers sending you for the meeting with Alfie
“I’m just going to cut to the chase here” you say as you walk into Alfie Solomon’s office. He looks up at you, clasps his strong hands together and leans forward on his desk, intrigued by you. “Sabini” you begin holding onto the back of the chair that faces Alfie from the other side of his desk. “I’m sure you are acquainted” Still leaning forward, he nods at you, hanging on to your every word. Listening intently. “I hear that your bookies are being run off their courses, by none other than Sabini himself” “Oh really?” Alfie asks, never breaking eye contact “well what do you want from me then?” He asks with a smirk forming on his lips. You raised an eyebrow at him and took a seat opposite him. “We, at Shelby Company Limited, would like to make a proposal” you mimicked his body language and sat exactly as he did, leaning forward so the two of you were almost touching noses.
After feeding him your proposal you sat back with your hands still clasped together on the desk. Alfie simply smiling, eyes still transfixed on yours. “I think we have a deal” he placed one of his hands on yours “as long as it’s you that will be attending our meetings.”
‘‘Oh that’s a nice name’‘ I don’t know why people kept looking at me while I was talking to Jimin. That was really strange to be honest.
‘‘Yeah, can you leave me alone now?’‘ he says, rudely. I don’t get why was he so rude to me I didn’t do anything to him.
‘‘Fine, but one last question’‘ He looked up to me.
‘‘Just one question, and you’re never gonna waste my time ever’‘ he was very serious he never, smiled his expression was like stone.
‘‘Okay, so why are you this rude to me? What did I do to you. I never hurt you I just wanted to talk to you that’s all.’‘ I speak up more than usually my voice was pretty well heard.
‘‘You told your question. You can go now’‘ He looks back down at his book
I ran back to my room
How can anyone be that rude. Does he think I didn’t suffer enough, that I’m here. He might be depressed too but that’s not an excuse to talk to someone like that. If he didn’t like me talking to him he should’ve said that right away. He doesn’t like me. But there’s no reason that he should hate me. I mean I’m still new here.
But now I thought, why were the people so surprised I was talking to him? Maybe, he’s like this to everyone and that’s why they were surprised. Honestly, I couldn’t get rid of any thought in my head.
Why was he so rude to me?
The day past quicker that it normally would. It was still freezing cold in my room I don’t know why. I went to sleep and covered myself in blankets that I wouldn’t be so cold.
I was still thinking about life.
Honestly, that Park Jimin guy made my life worse I don’t know that it was possible to make it worse but he did it. I usually care about other people’s opinions. And him being this rude to me really hurt me. I thought we could’ve been friends.
The days went through and they were all the same. Going to the cafeteria outside, and Jimin just ignoring me. I didn’t have any friends neither did he so why didn’t he accept my company?
So I was thinking and one day I just approached Jimin.
‘‘You never answered my question though’‘ My voice sounded like I was crying a lot. Which I was in my room always. My parents never visited me and I didn’t have any friends here. I was broken.
‘‘Have you been crying?’‘ He said shocked.
‘‘Why would you even care if I was though?’‘ He tried to say something to me, but I cut him off
‘‘Why are you so rude to me? I just wanted a friend to laugh and spend time together. I never wanted to cry and feel broken. I wanted a friend that I could trust’‘ he grabbed my wrist
‘‘Look I don’t hate you, I’m not used to talking with people okay? Don’t cry because of me’‘ ending that sentence he walked away.
Coming up on a year as a fight pilot, Gallagher’s numbers for the last quarter stand unmatched - longest time with no damage sustained, highest impact-to-shot ratio in a run. This 23 year old playboy Terran is the bookies’ favorite to survive the next quarter’s 3-to-1 Championship.
If you still have requests open, I would adore seeing a high school AU where Peter Pan is the bad boy and the reader is the super smart, bookie type and they are forced to work together on something? Thanks either way and have a great day!
I am so sorry this took so long❤️
“Y/N and Peter.” I looked up from my notes. “Uh miss I’m sorry who?” I stuttered making sure I heard everything right. “Peter? Peter Panington.” “Oh-uh-okay.” I looked across the room to see him with an annoyed look on his face. (The gif) I slowly got up and walked over. He always had a desk next to him that no one ever sat in because everyone was to afraid of him. He was a badass of the school. He came about a few months ago and scared everyone to death. But the girls always drooled over him. He didn’t have any friends and was always seen alone, reading this old worn book. “Uh hi I’m y/n.” I said looking down at him. He looked at me and gave me the rudest stare ever. Oh god no please don’t hate me I already have enough going on, I though. I slowly sat down next to him. “Uh so what part of the project do you want to do?” I said clicking my pen. He glared at me but something told me to stand my ground. A small voice I had never heard before. It was as if looking in his electric green eyes something came alive. Soon it turned into a staring war. In the end he looked away first and I felt really proud to see him hiding a smile. “I can do the essay part, there should be no need for us to talk or hang out at all, I’ll do my part and you do yours. That’s it.” “Uh- okay.” The bell rang and he got up so fast that he dropped his book. I picked it up and saw the title on the old leather book.
The Peter Pan Prophecy.
Wonder what that could be. I ran out but he was gone when I went to go look for him. That being last period I left the school and went home. I was greeted at home with nothing. Fun having rich parents that don’t care about you and no friends isn’t it? Half the time my parents weren’t even here. I saw a note saying they wouldn’t be home so I got some pizza and did my homework.
As I put my finished work away I saw Peter’s book. I opened in to see it glow. What the hell?
One day the villain Peter Pan will start to die. In order to stop this he must find his true love. He must go to a modern day highschool in the year 2015 and find his love. It will be unexpected but if she does not fall in love with him after four months he will die. He will find this book in Neverland when he needs it most.
What?! This is a joke right. Wait Peter Panington. That sounds just like Peter Pan. No way. I looked inside to see nothing but blank pages. Once I touched them they showed words. This is insane. I read it though and saw the story of Peter Pan and Neverland, I saw how to get there and all the lost boys. When I finished reading the book I threw it in my bag. If this kid is actually Peter Pan I’m terrified he is a horrible villain with no mercy. I ran upstairs and had an uneasy sleep.
The next morning I awoke and went to school. Durning lunch I saw Peter sitting outside on the bleachers looking stressed. I took a deep breath and walked over. “Uh Peter?” He looked up with a cold face. “What did I tell you about-” I felt rage all of the sudden. “Listen buddy, I don’t even want to talk to you! I tried to be nice and all I get is your bitchy attitude for no reason, I’m here to return your whacked up book you left in class.” With that I threw his book at him in rage and walked off. Once I turned the corner I took a deep breath. How and how and how? This wasn’t me. I would never say that. I slid down the wall and threw in some earbuds. I rested my arms on my knees and cried into them. I hate everything why do I even try anymore, everyone hates me. I felt a warm hand on my shoulder and looked up to see Peter. I sniffled, “leave me alone.” I muttered. But he didn’t he sat down next to me and took one earbud out. He placed it in his own ear. Confused. That’s one word to describe how I feel. Why is he doing this? “I’m sorry.” I heard him say. I looked over at him, his eyes where glued on the closed book. “I guess I’m just so easy at pushing people away.” “Is that because you’re Peter Pan or because you’re horrible at making friends?” I asked quietly. His head snapped up. “What did you just say?!” “I know who you are. You’re more than just an exchange student aren’t you?” “How did you find out?” “Your book.” “But it’s just a page, you can’t possibly think that’s real.” “No, maybe not but this convinced me.” I moved my hand over and opened the book on his lap. He looked like he was going to stab me. I flipped passed the first page. “I’m not scared of you. Now read.” He looked down in shock. “How did this show up?!” “I don’t know I just touched it. Anyways I can help you find her, your true love.” He looked at me. “Okay.”
In that time we grew closer than anything. We became best friends. We where sat on my couch, Peter was stressing out because his months ended tomorrow. Honesty I wished I was his true love. Because I have fallen in love with him. “Let me see the book again.” “I’ve looked through all of it but here you go! Oh what will Felix do?” I grabbed the book and ran my hands along the pages. I reached the back and felt a lump in the paper that was glued to the leather. I ripped it open. “Y/N WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” Peter yelled at my as if I was insane. I pulled out a folder piece of paper. “Finding new things.” He gasped. I opened it up and read it.
If you have found this then you are running out of time. I have one more final hint. The one who can make the writing appear and finds this is the real true love. The one that was never scared of Pan, the only one to call him by his first name, the only one that can get away with sassing him. You are his love and the queen of Neverland. If you want him to survive you must show him this and he will fly you back. You two will live forever together and you will never be sad again.
Best of luck.
I took it all in. I was his true love. “What does it say?” He asked nervously. I shakily handed him the letter. After reading it he let out a sigh. I looked at him confused. “Y/N I’ve been in love with you this whole time.” I stood up and so did he. “Are you lying?” “Why would I lie to you?” “I don’t know just people used to-” I was cut off by his soft lips on mine. I was shocked but kissed back.
i love this because he’s just so blown away by her he can’t even hold her gaze because he’s never had a girl pay him any attention before so of course his first instinct is to turn around because “she can’t be looking at ME, right???” and so he looks behind him slowly as if he’s expecting imminent disappointment but when he realizes it is him she’s interested in he whips his head back around so fast as if he’s afraid she’s gonna disappear because he can’t even believe this is his life and not pages in a comic book
You were sitting alone in the cafeteria, trying to finish your homework that was due next block when you heard them. You heard their snickers before You saw them. The jocks, or rather the want to be jocks, the varsity bench warmers who think they are hot shit just because of the letters on their jackets.
“You are too hot to be so smart,” the tallest one - Nate - slides into the seat across from me, leaning against the table towards you. “There is more to life than books.”
You roll my eyes, focusing on your book to prevent the heat from rising to your cheeks.
“I bet she hasn’t even kissed anyone,” the guy behind him sneers, the others laughing at patting him on the back.
“Have you bookie? I’d be awefully surprised if you said no with a body like yours,” he smirks, raising his eyebrows at you. He slides his hand across the table, touching your arm.
“Get off of me,” You pull away. His friends let out a harmony of “ooooo’s”.
“Come on, I can teach you things those books could never tell you,” he reaches over to touch my other arm.
“Leave me alone,” you mutter, glaring at him from behind your textbook. His friends were whispering bets to each other, as if you were a piece in their game.
“Come on we’re just having a little fun,” he walks over to me, leaning down so that his face is next to mine. “You like fun, don’t you?”
You shift in your seat uncomfortably, wanting to leave the room.
“Guys let her go, come on now,” a boy from the edge of the group attempts to speak up, you recognize him from your algebra class, his deep brown eyes giving you an apologetic look.
“Shut the fuck up Calum,” Nate flips him off. He turns back to you, opening his mouth to talk, but the boy, Calum, cuts him off.
“Leave her alone,” he steps out of the group, walking over to Nate.
“Are you going to make me?” Nate stands up, hovering over Calum.
“No,” he backs off, but glances at you quickly. Nonchalantly he flicks his hand, signaling for you to get up and leave. “Why Nate are you scared?” He distracts him. You gather your books and slip away from the table as Nate nears Calum. You go out into the hallway, leaning up against to lockers and taking a deep breath. Your arms were shaking out of anger and fear.
A few minutes later you hear footsteps coming from behind you, you stiffen, preparing for the worst.
“I’m so sorry about them,” a soft voice approaches you. You turn around to see the boy Calum. He nervously runs a hand through his hair. “You don’t deserve assholes like that bothering you.”
“It’s fine,” you shrug, opening your locker. You pause, turning to him, his eyes watching you carefully, “thanks by the way. I hope he doesn’t give you too much trouble.”
“I don’t care what he thinks of me,” Calum shrugs. “I just want to make sure you are okay.”
“I’m fine,” You slide your books into your locker. “You’re the first person to care,” you whisper, clutching your locker door.
“If it makes you feel better, I’ve never kissed anyone either,” he mutters, leaning up against the locker next to you.
“You? A varsity football player?” You laugh, glancing over at him unbelievingly.
“I’m more of a water boy with benefits,“Calum shrugs, folding his arms, "everyone around here is shallow and self obsessed. Well except for you.”
“You don’t even know me.”
“I know when you are taking your tests and you get nervous you always play with your bottom lip. When the teacher makes a mistake on the board and you don’t want to say anything you always tap your foot real fast. When you catch me looking at you in class you look away real fast, all confused, because for some reason you don’t believe someone can like you,” Calum’s teeth graze his bottom lip.
“Now you are just a creeper,” you blush, hiding your face behind your locker door. You stay silent for a moment, until you let out a nervous laugh. “I always looked away because I thought you caught me staring at you.”
Calum lets out a chuckle, his eyes scrunching up with his smile. “So if I kissed you right now, would you kiss me back?”
“I don’t know,” I hide my smile behind my locker door. “I don’t really know how to kiss.”
“Neither do I, but there is only one way to learn,” Calum softly shuts your locker door, your eyes settling on his plump, pink lips. He lets out a nervous chuckle before leaning in, a smile on his lips as he closes his eyes, your breathing hitching as you nervously near him, pressing your lips together. At first you both just stay like that, Calum trying not to laugh against your lips, but he takes the lead, parting his lips as you cup his neck, pulling him closer. You brush your lips against his, your tongue tracing his bottom lip before pulling away.
“You’ve always been a fast learner,” Calum smiles against your lips.