#flynn shot him into fucking space though!!!

[katiefratie]

Mass Heal Divine Word combo you will always be famous to me

#vaerna #i may never be able to do that combo again #due to spell level rules #but god tonight you are famous #that felt so good #i would have loved to kill him outright but blinded deafened stunned Awesome #flynn shot him into fucking space though!!! #absolute win fr fr

[euphoricpixiee]

*+:｡.｡ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 | 𝐫𝐮𝐡𝐧 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭

A/N: hi hi! I am finally back with a new fic!!! here is the filthiest thing I've written to date, and I feel pretty good about it! pls leave feedback if you liked it. (it keeps me writing)

WC: 2.7k+

Warning(s): partying, drugs, alcohol, smut, oral (fem receiving), rough sex, breeding kink, swearing, the reader is in fae heat. if there's more pls lmk!

Why did being in heat make everything more sensitive? All Y/N wanted to do was go to her mate’s party and maybe drink, but every dress or outfit she put on rubbed against her sensitive skin in a way that made her mind drift to very filthy thoughts. 

Fuck, she can’t go to the party like that and be panting after Ruhn the whole night. The one time she decides to go to a party, her heat arrives. It came early and now all she wants to do is lay back in her bed and give herself multiple orgasms until she falls asleep. She can’t though, she has to go to this party, she promised. 

Her phone lit up with the prince’s message which made a smile form on her lips. 

Ruhn: Hey princess, we just finished setting up. I’ll be on my way in a few if you still want to come.

Y/N: Yes, I’m still coming, princey. I promised, remember? Lol

Ruhn: Okay, I’ll head over. See you soon, baby. Xx

Y/N: See you soon xx

Her cheeks felt heated and her core throbbed harder. She knew she wouldn’t be able to hide it from him so, why not milk the opportunity? She giggled to herself and walked inside her closet. Her fingers drifted over the lacey fabric of her lingerie (that Ruhn has no idea about) and swiped the lilac set. 

With the set on, she tried to focus her mind on something other than the dirty thoughts running through her head as she pulled on a deep purple cocktail dress. Once she had her heels on and her hair done she gently applied a small amount of mascara and lipstick.

As Y/N was applying her lipstick, her doorbell rang. When she opened the door, her knees almost bucked at the sight of her mate. He had a plain grey t-shirt on with ripped black jeans, and his hair hanging over his shoulder. Ruhn grinned as he brought his lips to hers in a gentle kiss. Her cheeks began to heat and a wave of arousal shot through her core, she prayed that he didn’t notice. 

When the prince pulled away, the grin that he wore was now smugger than it was a few seconds ago. His hands rested on her hips as he looked her over and fuck, she wanted to squirm under his gaze. “I’m–” she couldn’t even say the damn word but he understood. His fingers dug into her hips as he left a trail of wet kisses on her neck. A soft moan fell from her lips when his lip ring ran along the sensitive skin just below her ear. 

“We don’t have to go to the party, baby.” he drawled as he slid his hand down to her ass and squeezed. If she didn’t stop him, they would never arrive at the party. Y/N placed her hands on his chest and giggled. There’s nothing she would love more than to be fucked by her mate until she was sated. With her being in heat, that could take days and they don’t have those days to spare. 

“We have to go to the party. We don’t want people to call you a bad host for not showing up to your own party now, do we?” A low chuckle rumbled in the prince’s chest as he held you against it. When her eyes met his violet ones, she saw the desire that swirled through his mind too. Maybe this party wouldn’t be so bad after all. 

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When they finally arrived at his house, people had already started to arrive and when we passed a group of males, his grip on her hand got tighter. Y/N followed her mate toward the kitchen as she looked around the open space for her friends but it looked like they hadn’t shown up just yet. 

Flynn and Declan hollered and whistled when their eyes land on Y/N and her dress. “Dec, I thought you didn’t root for–” with a thwack from Declan, Flynn yowled and grinned at his best friend. Y/N couldn’t help but laugh at the two as they bickered and shoved at each other. They truly were siblings just not bound by blood. She looked over at Ruhn and his demeanor had changed within a few minutes of being in the house. Her shoulder bumped his arm which snapped him out of whatever he was thinking and met her eyes. 

“You look pissed, princey.” 

“Nope, not pissed, baby.” Y/N narrowed her eyes at his tone because it wasn’t his usual one. That’s when it clicked and she looked around the house. Every male that was in the house besides Flynn and Dec had been checking her out. They had to have scented her heat when they walked in. She squeezed his hand and pressed a kiss to his cheek. 

Once Ruhn was done preparing their drinks, he tugged her upstairs and away from the crowd growing downstairs. Even though the music was still blaring, it was muffled, which prevented her ears from losing their hearing. The balcony he had taken her to was one that she had never seen before. “What are we doing up here?” 

He grinned, "We're up here because if I see another male looking at you like they want to fuck your brains out, I may kill them. There is no other male allowed in here but me." Heat rose in her cheeks as she looked around. It had a beautiful view of the city and the sounds of cars blaring their horns echoed along with the music that was downstairs. 

“You don’t have to be jealous, baby. You’ve ruined any other male for me,” she sat down gently on the prince’s lap and wrapped her arms lazily around his neck. Oh, the many thoughts that shoot through her mind as she felt his cock against the backs of her thighs. 

Do tell me what they are, princess.

His voice echoed through her mind, all deep and demanding. That made her core throb harder and wanted so much just to have him in her or at least have him in her mouth. His eyes were locked on her’s and when she licked her bottom lip, a low growl rumbled through him as she ground down on the tent of his jeans. 

A sharp and quick smack on her ass made her moan, “I want to ride your cock until I’m a crying mess.” She wined. Heat rushed to her cheeks, again as she realized what she had just said. A smug smile tugged on Ruhn’s lips with the blunt hanging from them, 

“Get up, baby, and strip for me.” Y/N’s core became a molten mess as the demand fell from his mouth. 

“But what if someone sees me?” she said, looking around for cameras because she was sure as hell that Declan had them installed all throughout the house. 

“I’m the only one in your audience, princess. There are no cameras, and we’re far enough back from the rail that no one else would be able to see you, also, my bedroom door is locked so there’s no way another male is getting to you.” Ruhn said as he took another hit from the blunt and waited. 

With a slight nod and smile, she began to drag the straps of her dress down her shoulders and slowly dragged the bust of her dress down, exposing the soft lace underneath. Ruhn groaned and palmed the erection growing in his jeans. “Come here, now.” 

Another demand that she would happily follow. Once she was in front of him, he wrapped a muscled arm around her waist and had her straddle his lap. Her core, once again, pressed against his throbbing cock. She whimpered because fuck, she just wanted to skip all the foreplay and have him buried deep inside her. She was already wet and dripping for him, but it wasn’t enough for him. 

“I thought you wanted me to strip, princey?” 

“I did until I saw that fucking pastel lace. Lingerie is for me to take off, not you. Like my own personal present. All you need is a little bow,” He grinned. He sat the blunt down in the ashtray beside him and held her hips still as he pulled the fabric of her bra down with his teeth, exposing her breast to him. The cold air was replaced with warm lips against her nipple and lewd noises that made her squirm in his lap. 

As he nipped and kissed at her right nipple, his hand slowly inched its way up and unclasped the lacey garment, her breasts on full display for him. “Ruhn, baby,” Y/N whined as she squirmed even more on his lap, she was certain there had to be a wet spot on his jeans from how much he was making her drip. 

“Yes, love?” he said, his hands sliding up and down her sides. That only encouraged her to grind down on her mate. Ruhn groaned in pleasure as she rocked her hips back and forth against his hard erection. 

Y/N cupped her mate’s face as she continued her pace, “I need you.” she whined. His lips curled into a smug grin. His fingertips played with the waistband of her panties which made her core throb with anticipation. 

“How do you need me?” Ever so slowly, his fingers began to pull the lace down over the swell of her ass. Her chest was hot and heat rushed to her cheeks. “Matter-of-fact, I want you to fully strip for me, and lay on my bed with your pretty thighs spread wide. I want a good view of your beautiful dripping cunt.” With those final words, her body thrummed with excitement but, she too had a demand. 

“I want to ride you while you smoke. That’s the only request I’ll ask for, the rest of the time, you can do whatever you want to me.” Desire flooded her veins and she desperately needed to get those clothes off. The prince grinned even wider and she could see that he was struggling to restrain himself from pouncing on her. 

Once she had rid herself of clothes and settled onto the bed, she watched as he walked up to her and kneeled. She took her bottom lip between her teeth and waited for him to begin teasing her, but instead, she was greeted with a kiss on her clit and a gentle lick. A small whimper slipped from her lips as she pushed herself up onto her elbows to watch him. 

Ruhn’s eyes flicked up to hers and smirked, “I know I usually tease the fuck out of this pussy but tonight is different. Tonight, I want to make sure every godsdamn male in this house knows who gets to fuck you while you’re in heat and even when you’re not.” He gently rubbed his fingers through her dripping folds and rubbed tight circles on her clit. She gasped at the pace of his middle finger furiously circling her bundle of nerves. Moans fell from her left and right, her legs trembled because she was so fucking close to the edge. 

“Baby,” she moaned as she tangled her fingers in his hair and pushed his head toward her aching core. “I need your tongue.” A low chuckle sounded from the back of Ruhn’s throat as he latched his lips on her sensitive bud and sucked. Moan after moan left her lips with each stroke of his tongue on her pussy. He tasted all of her and even teased her entrance with the tip of his tongue. It made her want to scream and moan at the same time. It felt too good and she knew she was right on the edge of her first orgasm of the night.

With one last harsh suck and nip from her prince, her orgasm crashed into her. Again and again, she came. Her legs had clamped themselves around his head as she rode out her orgasms. She mewled and whined when he finally pulled away from her cunt. Slick coated his lips until he licked them clean. It was a heady sight as she watched as he sucked her juices off his fingers. He hummed and stood, his eyes never leaving hers as he unzipped his jeans and pushed them to the side. His shirt was next and fuck, she loved her mate when was only wearing nothing. 

He walked back out onto the balcony and snatched the forgotten blunt out of the ashtray. The blunt hung from his mouth as he climbed into the bed. She almost flung herself at him but with so much willpower, she slowly crawled into his lap and watched as he took a drag. It was the hottest thing she’s ever seen and it made her pussy throb harder than it already was. She whimpered at the sight of him blowing out the smoke. 

“Do you want some, baby?” Ruhn held out the blunt to her but she shook her head. 

“I want you to do it and I watch as I ride you. It’s hot.” He chuckled and leaned back against the headboard. She lined herself up with his thick cock and gently slid down, she mewled as she fully sheathed him inside her. Ruhn moaned as he took another drag, but this time without blowing it out he placed his hand on the back of her head and kissed her, the smoke filling her mouth. She rocked her hips as the smoke lingered in the air above them, not wanting to wait anymore. 

It was like ecstasy as her head became dizzy from how much pleasure and need was coursing through her. She had never felt this feeling before, not when she was with other men. But with Ruhn, it was different. All she wanted was to lie down and let him use her and fill her with his seed, no matter what the consequences were in the end. She takes the pill Hypaxia gives her monthly but fuck, why did her heat have to make her want to have a baby in her.

“I hear you, baby.” He groaned as her pace quickened because she really wanted him. She wanted everything he could give her and more. He sat the blunt down on the ashtray on the nightstand just a few feet away, but once it was put out, he flipped her onto her back as his thrusts became rougher and harder. 

Her screams and squeals of pleasure were music to the prince’s ears. He loved every noise she made while he fucked his cock into her. He felt so good inside her and she loved the feel of him, it was like she couldn’t get enough of him. She knew he was getting close to his high by the way his moans became deeper and how sloppy his thrusts had become. 

“Please come in me, princey. I need it.” She whined and mewled as his pace became even quicker. She could hear the headboard smacking the wall and fuck, it felt like he was going to break the bed.

With a deep growl and moan he leaned his forehead against hers and said, “Fuck, baby, fuck–,” Without warning, orgasms rushed through her. She screamed his name and clawed at his back. They were much more intense and she saw stars as she came. He came just as hard and she knew she wouldn’t be able to walk for the next few days. 

“That was–” Y/N tried to catch her breath but he finished the sentence for her. 

“Amazing. That was fucking amazing, princess. You did so well.” He cooed and pressed a gentle kiss to her head and then to her cheeks, then to her lips. He bumped his nose with him and she gave him a lazy grin. 

“I think you may have to carry me everywhere for a few days.” He laughed and kissed her with so much passion, it made her want to cry with happiness. This was her mate and only her mate. He was hers forever just as she was his forever.

#ruhn danaan #ruhn danaan fics #ruhn danaan smut #ruhn danaan x reader #crescent city smut #smut #crescent city fics #ruhn danaan x fem!reader #crescent city

[thottie777]

college matt.

part 3.

the next morning you woke up to sound of matt and meg slightly bickering as they laid in bed together. you rolled over and slowly opened your eyes, revealing the couple in front of you, his arms wrapped around her affectionately as she was groaning about how hungover she felt.

“matt seriously get the fuck off me” she complained, tearing his arms away from her, “i’m so hot right now and you’re actually making me feel sick, get off, get off, get off” she leapt up from her bed and ran to the en suite, falling to her knees and projectile vomiting into the toilet. matt looked over at you and rolled his eyes, you laughed, shaking your head and grabbing your phone to do your morning scroll.

matt quickly went over to the bathroom and held meg’s hair as she puked her guts up, he stroked her back and shushed her, helping to calm down and relax her. this bitch did not deserve him, he was too kind for his own good. he grabbed meg a water bottle and helped her up off the floor, leading her back to her bed, kissing her forehead. “you can go now” she said as she sipped out of her oversized stanley, still in a mood, he obeyed and packed up his shit to leave, giving you a jokey salute as he closed the door.

half an hour later your phone lit up and you received an unexpected message from matt.

“there’s a party tomorrow evening at alpha phi, 10pm, hope ill see you there, it’s fancy dress” - matt s 11:00am

you contemplated it and guessed it would be good for you to get out every once in a while. before replying you double checked with your best friend that she could come too and she confirmed immediately, you sighed and replied to matt, dreading the idea of having to be at a frat for a whole night.

“see you then” - y/n 11:15am

-

the next evening you had the dorm to yourself, you presumed that meg was getting ready at matt’s which gave you the space to pre drink and get dolled up with your bestie. you fumbled around your closet looking for items that would make a costume, landing with a rough lara croft inspired outfit. you tugged on your chunky boots, and pulled up your tiny black shorts so high that your fat ass was falling out of them, hardly covering your cheeks at all. you found a khaki green tank that was small and tight enough that a bra was unnecessary, you’d had it long before your tits grew to dd’s so it automatically pushed them up, making your cleavage clear and your breasts look perky. you finished the costume with a messy plait and a leather thigh garter with a fake gun which you already had previously from a police costume.

before leaving for the party you applied some light makeup and dark, smudgy eyeliner, along with a deep lipstick that made your lips look puffy and kissable. you downed multiple shots of vodka to dull the inevitable pain of the party, losing count of how many went down your throat and finally leaving your dorm.

the second you entered the front door, eyes were on you, most guys eyes trailing from your pretty face, to your perfect tits, and then as you walked by them your ass that was practically suited for a pornstar.

you shuffled into the kitchen, pushing through crowds of people and holding onto your friends hand in order to not lose her. you finally made your way to the kitchen island, finding a full bottle of tequila and sharing it with your bestie, taking shot after shot, salt on one hand, lime slice in the other. you were both giggling and swaying as the lime juice trickled down your chin and alcohol burnt your throat. you looked up and saw matt stood directly in front of you with an unreadable expression on his face. he was dressed as flynn rider and meg dressed as rapunzel, you immediately guessed she got to pick the outfit and had no doubt in your mind you were wrong, he looked good though.

*look at that dripping down her chin fuck i’m gonna get hard god she’s so fucking hot i wish that was my cum* he thought to himself.

he shook his head from those thoughts and leaned in to give you a quick hug, introducing himself to your friend and telling megan to say hi as she stood close by. she flashed a fake smile, and mumbled something in his ear, provoking them to both leave the kitchen as he waved goodbye. you followed suit minutes later but quickly lost your friend, feeling suddenly very claustrophobic in this room full of sweaty men and girls in slutty costumes, not that you could say much.

your eyes scanned around and found a dingy sofa that had a spare seat, you sped forward, desperate for the spinning in your head to die down a bit and sat down on the cracked leather. a guy was sitting next you, he was tall and built and wearing an anakin skywalker costume which was fitting since the resemblance was honestly uncanny, he had a corona in one hand and a vape in the other, he was pretty hot, but you were unsure whether that was you or the alcohol talking.

“here alone?” he asked, resting his hand that held his vape above your shoulder on the couch, “may as well be” you replied, taking a swig from your solo cup. “i’m surprised” a puzzled look grew on your face “no pretty girl like you should be left alone at a party as gross as this” you shrugged your shoulders and looked up at him “are you gonna fix that?” you questioned, a smirk creeping on your face as you took another sip, the confidence this vodka was giving you definitely helped in a situation like this, you hadn’t had action in a long time due to your irritating flatmate who had scared off every guy that had even stepped a foot in your dorm.

you grabbed another drink, this time with male company and he took your hand and dragged you back to the living room to where the speaker was the loudest and where couples were dancing together. you sang along to a song together, once it had finished and the next began you turned around as he placed his hands firmly on your hips, pushing your ass against him and swaying you with the music. his lips began to pepper kisses down the back of your neck, which sober you would’ve been embarrassed by since you were in front of so many people, but drunk you was too fazed to protest so you allowed his mouth to run along your skin, pressing your ass a little harder up against his dick and grinding against it.

if you were even slightly less drunk you would’ve instantly felt matt’s burning gaze on you as he sat on the sofa with meg to his side, jaw clenched, watching you be all over this random guy. meg was whispering in his ear but he wasn’t listening to a word of it, he didn’t care, his eyes remained solely on you and the way you danced with this rando. he watched as you turned your body back round to anakin, wrapping your hands round his neck whilst he held tightly onto your curvy hips, the guy was much taller than you, he was much taller than matt, which angered him more than he’d like to admit. matt continued to stare as you gazed up at the other guy, smiling at him before bringing your lips to his, initiating a heavy make out session, matt’s heart dropped as your hands began to grip at anakin’s hair, bringing him closer, watching as his tongue fought yours for dominance, slipping and sliding around around your mouth. he looked like an awful kisser, he was sloppy and out of rhythm, matt could tell by your face you were not feeling it but the alcohol in your system forced you to ignore it, as you continued to taste him, his hands all over you ass, squeezing roughly, which in front of this crowd left you feeling heavily embarrassed, you were not one for pda you didn’t know what had come over you.

you broke the kiss, stepping back and finally having sensible thoughts rush to your head, “i need the toilet” you shouted into his ear so that he would hear you over the blaring music. you had finally escaped him and managed to walk away quickly, you scanned the room again looking for the hallway for the toilet and settled your eyes briefly on the sofa where matt and meg were sat. matt made intense eye contact with you, a look of fury on his face for some reason. before you had time to look away he had grabbed meg from his side and planted her on his lap so that she was straddling him, only then did he break eye contact with you and pulled her into a deep and passionate kiss, both hands gripped onto her (flat) ass as he began to rock her back and forth so that she was practically riding him.

you couldn’t look any longer as you felt a dip in your stomach and a burning sensation in your throat, you immediately sprinted through the crowds of people to get to the garden and grabbed a plant pot to vomit in, not being able to shake the image of matt and meg out of your head. you didn’t understand why you cared so much, you never had before. he wasn’t yours and he never had been, from the day you had met him he was already exclusively megan’s, but the way she got the privilege to feel his lips against hers and have his hands all over her so publicly made you boil with anger. you had pondered so many times how good it would feel to be his, it was a strange feeling, one you constantly tried to shake away, but never fully managed to, around matt all sensibility of yours crumbled.

the outfits i imagined them wearing⬇️

also i didn’t give the best friend a name cos she’s literally never mentioned again, and i’m not giving anakin a name because it’s funnier that way and i can’t be bothered. 💋💋

#matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #smut #college #party #frat boy

[augment-techs]

Wondering what gay rare pairings do you have for PR, wanted to see if there was some I had in common👀?

Might write some one shots of them!

Oh what a lovely jar of worms to open up. As far as I'm concerned ALL of the PR characters are queer, but let's see what I can actually put down that has standing in any capacity.

MMPR/Boom! Comics/Shattered Grid/Beyond the Grid (they overlap so much):

Billy Cranston/Eugene "Skull" Skullovitch Jason Scott/Farkas "Bulk" Bulkmeier Kimberly Hart/Aisha Campbell Tommy Oliver/Jason Scott Violet Arias/Zack Taylor/Jason Scott/Trini Stone Canyon OT3 Kiya/Trini Matt Cook/Skull/Billy (in that order) Bulk/Skull/Tommy (I have a friend whose fault this is) David Trueheart/Stan Skullovitch (same friend) Daniel O'Halloran/Trek Daniel O'Halloran/Terona Washington Jamie Gilmore/Nikolai Chukarin 1969 Rangers OT5 Grace Sterling/Andrea Virgil | Red Psycho Ranger/Photon | Black Psycho Ranger Nokrea | Pink Psycho Ranger/Yellow Psycho Ranger Andros/T.J. Johnson Andros/Zhane Dhaza/Maavi Remi/Ari Goldar/Scorpina Lord Drakkon & Omega Jason Scott (platonic) Lord Drakkon & Red Sentry Skull (sexual) Black Sentry Adam Park/Scorpina Scorpina/Coinless Trini Black Sentry Adam/Red Sentry Skull (they need someone in hell) Coinless Zack/Coinless Trini/Coinless Bulk Ranger Slayer Kimberly/Coinless Bulk Heckyl & Cam & Kim (platonic friends) T.J. Johnson & Kelsey Winslow & Karone & Mia Watanabe & Conner McKnight (background rangers UNITE as platonic babies) J.J. Oliver/Anara Turbo/In Space: Andros/Zhane Cassie/Ashley Rangers OT6 Psycho Rangers OT5 Lost Galaxy: Maya & Bulk (platonic, platonic, platonic--I just like the idea of her having a friend who isn't a ranger) Damon/Leo Lightspeed Rescue: Chad/Joel Kelsey/Dana Chad/Marina Carter/Ryan (queer-platonic) Time Force: Eric/Wes/Jen Eric & Trip (opening up that circle of friends for Mr. Grumpy) Katie/Nadira Wild Force: N/A Ninja Storm: Dustin/Shane/Tori/Cam Tori/Kapri Marah/Dustin Dino Thunder: Kira/Ethan/Conner Cassidy/Trent/Devin Elsa/Hayley SPD: Kat/Doggie (no, I DO NOT care about the wife) A Squad OT5 B Squad OT5 Jack/Sky Z/Sky Mystic Force: Leelee/Clare Leelee/Clare/Phineas Xander/Chip/Vida Operation Overdrive: N/A Jungle Fury: R.J./Fran Fran/Lily/Camille Jarrod & Casey (good for trauma healing) RPM: Ziggy/Dillon Summer/Scott/Flynn OT5 Gem/Dr. K/Gemma Samurai: Lauren/Mia/Emily Antonio/Jayden Mike/Kevin Spike Skullovitch & Rangers (friend, friend, friend, pleeeease; I don't want them fucking him and he's too good for them) Megaforce: Emma/Jake (another friend got me into this, even though I have never watched anything from this series except for the Big Showdown) Dino Charge: Koda/Ivan/Heckyl Ninja Steel: Calvin/Preston Victor/Monty Hyperforce: N/A Beast Morphers: Betty/Devon

Dino/Cosmic Fury: Javi/Amelia Ollie/Aiyon Izzy/Fern Zayto/Ollie/Aiyon Once & Always: Billy/Skull & Zack Rocky/Adam/Aisha TomKat

#boom! comics power rangers #mmpr #ask fill #prompt fill

[x-sapphicpirate-x]

After Dark: A Brotherhood of Steel Story - Chapter 4 excerpt

“Get them!” one of the guards shouted and unleashed an automatic wave of green globs in my direction. 

“You did not just shoot that green shit at me!” I yelled back at him, and I fired my shotgun through the space where a window once was, knocking him back. He tumbled over but crawled to the opposite side of the fountain and got to his feet. 

I could make out Eden through the smoke and fire standing still at yet another terminal that must have controlled the turrets while Jet covered her. I spotted the other guard chucking grenades from a box into their general area, the blasts sent debris and ancient office supplies flying. 

“Cover me!” I yelled to Flynn. I tried charging out but the turrets swung around and started hammering away at my meager cover, seeming to strain against their limited filed of view just to get at me. “Fuck! I can’t get a shot! That guy has grenades and Eden is trying to hack the turrets!” 

“I got it,” Flynn said. She leaned out of cover, fired a single shot and the grenade box was gone in a large burst of fire. The guard was far enough away to not have been killed by the blast. Flynn took aim but the guard I had knocked over was charging towards us, his green goo burning through our cover way too quickly. 

Flynn and I ran back around towards the doorway we had come through, firing blindly to keep our enemy’s head down but now the turrets were tracking us again. We couldn’t keep this up. 

“Got it!” I heard Eden yell and the turrets immediately stopped tracking us and turned toward the guards instead. Both men had just come around either side of the fountain and took a few rounds in the chest each. They didn’t go down though. They had damn good armor and they made quick work of the turrets. The men then turned in unison and fired into our positions. I could hear both Eden and Jet firing but either they weren’t hitting much or these guards were just too well armored and armed for even the four of us combined. 

I glanced at the open doorway. There was no chance we could escape that way without the men just gunning us down. I looked all around but saw nothing that could help us. Then I had an idea. 

“Flynn! Get all the oxygen tanks and lean them against that wall!” 

“What? Why?” 

“Just do it and then get the hell out of there!” 

I sprung up as Flynn crawled away toward the triage area. 

“Hey! Bryce and Connors!” 

Both guards turned towards me, guns raised but holding their fire. Good. 

“Just give up already! You can’t hit nothing!” 

They fired together but I had positioned myself perfectly to get behind a wall at just the right moment as I continued pacing to my right, towards the triage area. 

“Kali! What are you doing?!” Jet yelled from across the room but I ignored them.

“Better get behind something before I blow your fucking head off!” I yelled at Bryce and Connors and they scowled at me, firing short bursts, but I easily dodged the energy globs. Both guards started to reload. Fuck. I needed more time. Just a moment more.

“Ha! What little bitches! Ran out of ammo! Guess you’re nothing without all your grenades!” 

“Shut up, raider scum!” green globber yelled. “We just called for reinforcements. You’re dead meat!”

Oh shit. “Hey, guys! Guess we better get out of here! There’s no fight to be had here!” 

“You killed Sarge and Tracey!” the other man yelled and I felt myself falter but I saw Flynn out of the corner of my eye give me the thumbs up. Here goes nothing. I stepped into the triage area and out into the open with my shotgun pointed at the soldiers. I heard Eden scream as they fired at the same time.

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Chapter 1

#after dark #chapter excerpt #my ocs #original story #fallout 4 fan fic #fallout fan fiction #queer fallout 4 fan fiction #queer characters #a03 writer #Eden Lockley #Jet Grayson #Kali #Flynn Santiago #Gunners #Brotherhood of Steel #original queer characters

[tangledstarlight]

is this any good? not really no. did i write it anyway because the thought wouldn’t leave me alone? yes, yes i did. anyway here have a juke playing pool fic that drunk me demanded idk

Julie let’s half her weight rest against the pool cue as she wraps her fingers around the top and leans slightly forward from her place sitting on a stool, legs swinging and cheek against her wrist, and keeping her eyes on how Flynn is leaning over the table. 

Her friend makes the whole thing look easy. Bending slightly, use one hand to rest the pool cue on and the other to push it forward. Yet every time it came to Julies go the stick felt awkward in her hands and she could never quite get enough power into her push. She watches as Flynn picks her target and knocks the white ball into a cluster of the coloured ones, her mouth screwing to the side as none of them go in, just loiter near the holes. 

“I’m going to go pee,” Flynn sighs dramatically as she walks over to the table they’ve claimed next to the pool tables, their bags and drinks littering the surface showing just how long they’ve been in the bar. What had started as a quick drink after work had quickly turned into bitching about life and people and a series of truly awful dates and one night stands. Which had turned into Flynn saying they should play pool and Julie reluctantly agreeing. 

“If you take a few practice shots while I’m gone I won’t comment,” she grins, leaning the pool cue against one of the chairs as she breezes past Julie, just out of reach of her swatting hand. 

“Ha ha!” She mocks, eyes slightly squinted as she tries to keep the grin off her face as Flynn turns around to blow her a kiss before vanishing into a small crowd that’s gathered in the hours they’ve been there. 

Turning back to the pool table Julie lets out a sigh as she looks at the white ball and the where it is in relation to any of the stripped ones and wonders if maybe she could just push one or two in and claim it was a fluke of luck. Lifting her pool cue up Julie pushes off the stool, feet hitting the floor with dull thud and she shakes out her skirt a little before moving towards the table, head tilted slightly as she tries to plan her attack without cheating. 

Eventually she just decides to go for it. Planning and overthinking hasn’t been helping her so far after all, in fact she’s often been accused of overthinking things. So she picks a side, takes up the stance Flynn favoured and bit her lip in concentration. Her hips rest against the edge of the table as she bends at the waist, one end of cue resting between her thumb and pointer finger and blows out a breath as she pushes it forwards. 

“Fuck,” she hisses, watching as the white ball rolls forward a few inches, clinking lightly against 2 others before settling. None of the balls have really moved at all. 

“You’re uh— You should try not standing so close to the table,“ a voice says from just a little behind her and to the right, and he’s rubbing a hand at the back of his neck as Julie spins around to look at him, her back against the table. Whatever response she had died on her lips as she looked up at him, the black jeans and cut off band tee and the messy hair that’s curling slightly around his ears. 

Julie had seen him come in earlier — it was hard to miss him when he looked like that and had a laugh that echoed across a music filled room — with two other guys. He’s by himself now though, standing a little away from her, rocking slightly on his feet as he looks at her, eyes open and honest. Waiting for her response probably. 

“Oh,” is all Julie manages to get out, and maybe it’s the drinks she’s had or the bad day at work followed by Flynn’s pep talk or maybe she just wants to win at something tonight, but she suddenly feels a little daring as she looks up at this cute guy and chews her bottom lip slightly. 

“Like this?” She asks as she shuffles back a little from the table and turns around so she’s facing it again, putting space between her hips and the edge and looking at him over her shoulder. 

His eyes seem to follow the curve of her body quickly before jumping back to her face, and there’s a slight blush on his cheeks but it’s hard to focus on that as his lips curl up on one side in a way that makes Julie shiver a little. 

“Yeah, and you need to hold the cue further back,” he nods at her hand and then raises an eyebrow at her, hand dropping away from his neck to gesture at her, “Can I?” 

Julie knows she should have probably at least hesitated a moment before grinning at him and nodding once. Which is apparently all the consent he needs because then he’s standing next to her and Julie can see the way his teeth are biting into his bottom lip as he carefully manoeuvres her fingers further down the pool cue, can smell the deodorant he uses mixed with the beer he’s been drinking, can see the stubble on along his jaw and the wonders what it would feel like against her skin. She knows she is staring at him, but she can’t quite bring herself to stop. 

“Try again now,” he says, and Julie startles, realising she’s been caught staring and he knows it if the low laugh he lets out if anything to go by. Pulling her eyes away from his — unfairly handsome — face, she looks back to the pool balls that she can’t seem to move no matter how hard she tries. 

This time, with her hips away from the table and her hand a lot lower down on the cue, when she pushes the tip toward the white ball it shoots forward, knocking several around the table with it and clearing itselfs a path straight into a hole. 

“Shitting hell,” she groans and it’s only the man's laugh moving around the table that stops her from letting her head fall against the felt top. Instead she pouts and glares half-heartedly at him, “Are you laughing at a stranger's struggles? That’s low.”

“I’d never laugh at a stranger's struggles,” he says and Julie watches as he plucks the white ball out of the hole and places it carefully back on the table before moving back around it towards her, holding out a hand to her with a softer smile than before, “I’m Luke.”

She blinks at his hand for a moment before gently putting her free one in it, eyebrows raised as she says, “Julie.”

“Now we’re not strangers,” Luke grins, and it brightens up his whole face in a way that makes Julie smile back. “Want to try again?”

Julie blows out a breath and nods, she really wants to get at least one of the correct balls in. 

“Okay, let me just—“ he takes the hand he’s still holding and gently turns her back towards the table before letting go. Julie doesn’t even have a chance to miss the feeling of his fingers around hers before he’s picking her hand up again to position it on the pool cue and using his other to rest lightly on her hip, pulling them away and sending shivers down her spine. Julies suddenly very glad that her hair is tied back when Lukes chin hooks over her shoulder and she can feel his breath against her cheek. 

“Don’t think so much about angles and stuff. Just hit it hard.” 

She doesn’t really think that’s professional pool advice, but Julie is also too wrapped up in the feeling of him solid and warm wrapped around her to do anything but follow his advice. 

If she stopped to think about it she’d have probably realised that Luke had lined her up a perfect and easy shot when he’d put the white ball back on the table, but she hadn’t really stopped to think at all since he’d shown up. And when the white ball knocks into the striped blue one and sends it flying into the hole she doesn’t stop to think either. 

Just lets the pool cue drop from her fingers with a clatter and spin around to throw her arms around Luke’s neck. 

Instinct seems to take over as his arms wrap around her waist, and hers move from his neck to his cheeks and suddenly she’s pushing her lips against his. It’s a quick kiss, a peck against the lips before pulling back to look at him with wide eyes, thoughts and worries crashing back into her head only to be silenced again as Luke grins and leans forward to catch her lips again, pushing her back against the edge of the table until she has to jump to sit on the edge, Luke using the slight change to his advantage and deepen the kiss. 

Julie doesn’t win a game of pool that night, but she does make out with Luke against the table for five minutes before Flynn interrupts by with a whistle that has the two of them breaking apart, panting and flushed and slightly hazy eyed to see her standing flanked by two guys who are shaking their heads with mock disapproval. 

“I got one in,” Julie says innocently once she catches her breath and Luke helps her off the table, his hands detangling themselves –– one from her hair and one from the knot in her t-shirt –– to wrap one arm around her shoulders and tugging her against his side. Flynn’s brows shoot up her forehead and Julie decides to blame to flush in her cheeks on the lights and the heat rolling off of the body stood next to her. Thankfully Flynn doesn’t comment, just purses her lips as she nods once and Julie knows she’ll be getting an earful later. 

Which is fine, because she’ll be happy to recount everything later. Especially when an hour later as they’re all leaving the bar Luke slips his number scrawled on a beer mat into her hand and presses a quick and gentle kiss to her cheek. 

#julie and the phantoms #julie molina #luke patterson #jatp fics #julie and the phantoms fics #jukebox #*fics #i mean. pool and pole are very similar words right. like this totally counts as working on the ff!luke fic. right?😬 #this is so bad. oh well i am gonna....go to bed

[lydias--stiles]

written kind of caffeinated, kind of stoned, kind of sleep-deprived juke | 2043 words | pure fluff

He knew that, rationally, he shouldn’t do it. The word “boundary!” blared in his head and the whole thing was really inconsequential and it was so stupid, but Luke simply couldn’t help himself. Was it because of his crush on her? Most definitely. Should that awareness stop him from doing dumb shit like this? Yes, except here he was.

While Julie was at school, she accidentally let the lights in her room on. And so, Luke poofed from the studio into her room to turn them off. Saving power, right? Doing the right thing, being a good person, definitely not going into her room because it was her room.

There was something relaxing about the space though. A sense of serenity falling on his shoulders every time he stepped inside and let his eyes wander and settle on new nooks and corners he hadn’t discovered yet. F+J scratched in the wood of her wardrobe, a box of pretty seashells, four tubes of the exact same mascara in her vanity. It felt familiar and human and simple and so, so Julie.

He flicked the lights off, the only light source being the sun pouring in and casting the room in a gentle glow. Her pink walls were gentler now, the colour of peaches and reminding him of summer nights with his boys on the beach. (It also reminded him of Julie’s peach deodorant that always hung around her and involuntarily made him zero in on her. Alex would argue he was always looking at her, but that wasn’t the point. The point was that the thought of peaches only held fond memories - new memories that now included her too.)

Alright. The lights were off. He did his good deed. He should go back to the boys… 

His feet moved on their own accord and plopped down on her bed, sinking into the mattress. His hands caressed the soft comforter, a smile tugging on his lips that thank the fucking music gods, he could still touch and feel things. He would’ve gone insane in an instant if they weren’t able to be in contact with anything or anyone. It was unfathomable to Luke - not hugging Reggie or massaging Alex’s shoulders or grabbing Julie’s hand. To him, music was just another way to share that sensation of contact with people. Didn’t matter if it was loud and rough or quiet and intimate, a ballad or a rock anthem. Connection: that was all he ever needed. 

His fingers slid further and suddenly he was laying on his back, staring at the ceiling. Oh, man. Now he really couldn’t leave. Her bed was so comfortable! Definitely better than the mattress he had at his folks or, even worse, the couch. That thing broke his back the last months. Ha, Luke noted bitterly, maybe it was better that he hit the bucket then. Rather dead and setting the stage on fire than living with a hernia, right? 

Though Luke still slept (habit? he guessed?), he has never felt sleepy. The boys just hung around or hit the streets and then eventually felt that tug of human normalcy. “Maybe we should go to sleep, guys. Big day ahead.” He didn’t dream. It was just black. It wasn’t unwelcome; just… empty. 

But here, laying on Julie’s bed and letting his eyes blur and rest, Luke felt sleepy. Sufficiently exhausted. He didn’t know where that sudden slam of the hammer came from, but he kind of liked it. It made him feel like he was the one that went to school today, or had a tiring shift at some fast food shack, or played a gig. He stretched himself like a star, grinned as all the joints in his back popped, and then rolled on his side. Fucking heaven. 

‘What’re you doing here?’

The faraway voice lulled the groggy Luke awake. He felt like he was hit by a truck. Where was he? 

‘Hmph?’

She chuckled, his mind speeding up at just the sound and realising that shit, he did fall asleep on her bed and she caught him. His eyes cracked open, coming face to face with an amused Julie hovering on the side of the bed. His brain supplied him with the thought that she looked pretty, reminding him once again that yup, he still liked her. A sheepish smile crawled on his lips. 

‘Hey, Jules.’

She rolled her eyes and then roughly pushed him to the other side of the bed. He squeaked, grabbing onto the comforter as to not fall off and gawked at her. 

‘Dude!’

‘This is my side of the bed,’ Julie said, pointing at the indent he made. ‘If you’re going to sleep here, it’s on the other side.’

He let out a relieved breath. ‘You’re not mad?’

‘Depends.’ Her eyes narrowed. ‘Why were you in my room?’

Waving his hands towards the ceiling, he muttered. ‘Your lights were still on.’

His reply visibly mellowed her, so much that it kind of surprised him. Her smile melted into those she gave him whenever he found a gnarly lyric or impressed her with a riff or met her halfway for the mic onstage. During those moments, it was hard to deny there wasn’t more, that both knew there was more, but couldn’t really do anything about it. It was really depressing. “Yeah, Jules, I’m fucking crazy about you. Wanna make out and hope I don’t disappear the next day?” Even his impulsive streak wasn’t that extreme. 

He hadn’t expected her to smile like that right now. Not when he laid on her bed and her hair was begging for his fingers to slip through and the spot he slept on was still warm. He almost poofed away. Were they going to touch on the “more”? Was this it? 

‘Thanks,’ she eventually whispered, eyes dropping and meeting his again with a shyer smile and he knew he was sporting the exact same. A beat passed between them, eyes locked and unwavering. His fingers twitched. 

‘Uh…’ Mustering back some rationality, he said: ‘Do you want me to leave, or?’

Her hands stretched out. ‘No!’ Face twisting to something he could only describe as “cringe”, she went on a little calmer. ‘You can- it’s fine. I’m just going to do some homework anyway.’

He watched as she and her backpack found a place on the bed, both very close and very far away all at once. It shouldn’t be intimate, but it was. He was seventeen and she was sixteen and he was pretty sure his crush wasn’t completely one-sided and she just allowed him to stay. There wasn’t music or a guitar or a songbook to hide behind and it sort of terrified him. But in a good way? Like when he went cliff diving and stood at the edge, stomach whooping at the thought of jumping, or when he was at the top of a rollercoaster and the cart slowly began to tilt. It was that. The feeling of quiet exhilaration. 

All of that just cause Julie sat next to him bend over a history worksheet. Get a fucking grip, dude. 

He didn’t know how long she worked on her homework or how long he stared at the ceiling, hands weaved beneath his head, but it mustn’t been long. The weight shifted and suddenly Julie’s head fell on her pillow with a sigh. 

‘No, no, no, Julie,’ he teased, ‘gotta keep those grades up, right?’

She rolled on her side to stick her tongue out. ‘Very funny. You maybe don’t remember it anymore, but school’s exhausting.’

Luke also shifted on his side, chuckling. ‘Jules, it haunts me. That’s why I dropped out.’

‘Cute pun.’

‘Thanks.’ And then, because Luke was never one to overthink: ‘I like this.’

That smile of her came back, the one he always wanted to see. Her eyes crinkled and her lips slightly parted and so incredibly beautiful. He heard music when he looked at her. Death became sweeter if it meant he’d get to stare at the girl of his dreams. It was a morbid thought, but then again, he didn’t deem himself dead whenever he was around her. Luke probably felt so alive around her that it surprised him later on that he wasn’t. 

He wasn’t a ghost. Not to her. She didn’t need to tell him for him to know that. 

Julie tentatively held her hand out in the space between, palm up and smudged with ink. When he placed his on top, fingers barely intertwining but the sensation like a shot of oxygen, she murmured: ‘Me too.’

They didn’t plan for it to become routine, but it also felt kind of inevitable. Nearly every day, Luke would go to Julie’s room when he knew her day at school was nearing its end and waited on her. She’d come in and briefly recapitulate the day (usually some story regarding an annoying teacher and Flynn with a killer comeback), sliding down on her side of the bed and hold his hands. Some days, her fingertips quietly wandered the lines on his palms, some days his did. It was always quiet. Though the only ones in her room, they whispered. This wasn’t a secret (the boys were keenly aware where Luke spent his afternoons), but it felt wrong to speak at a normal volume when the other was so close.  

As the days progressed, they shifted closer. Not intentional, but once again inevitable. Everything about them felt like that nowadays. The longer he was around, the more he realised that this - the bond he shared with Julie - was always meant to happen. Whenever his thoughts meandered to those cosmically impossible ideas of serendipity and couldn’t wrap his head around it, Julie was always there with her smile to bring him back to earth. Or, well, to bed.

And then one day, Julie came home from school, saw him, and without saying anything, crawled right into his chest. His heartbeat didn’t pick up like he expected. It eased and relaxed, sinking deeper into the matress as his eyes fell shut from pure fucking bliss and hugged her closer. Her peach deodorant overwhelmed his senses in the best way possible, burrowing his face in her neck and her smile stretching against his sweater. She was warm and perfectly fit into the curve of his body and he was in love. The acceptance should’ve ached, but it didn’t. How could he think about tomorrow when Julie Molina was wrapped in his arms?

Time froze those afternoons. As long as she kept her head on his chest, as long as they didn’t leave the bed, their island, then nothing could hurt them. 

One afternoon, when the sun was reflecting pink and purple splotches on the walls and he was contently dissecting each curl, his heart so full it could explode, he said it. ‘I wanna do this forever.’

He felt her chuckle. ‘Inspecting my hair like a monkey, or…?’

Luke squeezed her closer. ‘C’mon, Jules.’

Her giggles quieted, chin sliding up his chest to look at him. If she found devotion shimmering behind the green, she was correct. He hoped that the warm flickering in her brown ones was the same. 

Her voice was small. ‘You do?’

He nodded, every movement too big or too loud, afraid it would ruin the perfect quietude surrounding them. The room melted away, her face all that was left. Before he let the tug in his chest (the same thread that looped them in this embrace) guide him closer, she got there first. Julie surged upwards, barely needing to close any distance to softly find his lips. He cradled her cheek, warmth brimming from every pore on his skin, love pouring from his lips onto hers. It was short and sweet, but their smiles as they did were anything but. It felt like the first flower blooming in spring. Giddy, he kissed her again. He loved her. (It was inevitable.) 

Julie hummed an unknown melody in his ear, lilting and just as giddy, her fingers circling right above his heart. It stammered to blend with hers. Luke met her gaze, noses brushing and smiles private and eyes adoring. She loved him. (It was inevitable.)

‘Then let’s do it forever.’

#aight imma head out #juke #jatp fanfiction #not on ao3 cause its too inconsequential lol #julie and the phantoms #otp: i think we make each other better

[theminionjcfucked]

The BB23 Houseguests as the people I encountered while I was working at Disney World:

Alyssa: A little girl in a stroller I was attempting to give a sticker to. I crouched down and said “Here’s a sticker Princess!” and she slapped my fucking hand and hissed at me. Her mom was embarrassed and apologized. I was like oh it’s fine but really I was this close from jumping a four year old. I was just trying to give you a goddamn sticker, you ungrateful brat!

Azah: A lady who was vegan ordered the Canadian beer cheese bacon soup and then immediately gagged on it. She then said she didn’t realize the soup wasn’t vegan, even though the menu clearly indicated it. She then said “Man I really got start reading these menus!” Honestly it made me laugh.

Brent: We had received a text message on our station iPad which had a picture of man and instructions that this guy had too much alcohol, was cut off, and to not serve him anything other than water or food. Sure enough, he came around to our area and wanted a beer. We told him we couldn’t serve him that, but offered him a bottle of water and a cut of steak. He got mad, stormed off into a nearby bush, screamed into it, and then came back and said “Fine. I’ll take the water! But no promises I’ll drink it!” He left not too long after. Fucking dumbass.

Britini: Girl on the Safari ride in Animal Kingdom who, every time we passed an animal, burst out into the Lion King opening. She was excited and it was cute. The first time. After that I was over it.

Christian: On Christmas Day, I was cleaning up a dining area, and this man with his two kids were finishing up their meal. There is only one way into this dining area, and it has a trash can right by the entrance, as well as another trash can in the back. He stood up, looked around got a trash can, and then gave up. And instead of leaving the tray filled with trash for me to clean up on the table, he just dumped in on the fucking floor. I had to walk out to our back dock and laugh because it was the stupidest shit I’ve ever seen. Like he had two kids of different ages, which means someone knew how dumb he was and still decided to procreate with him. TWICE! And then as he exited the dining area, he put his tray on the fucking trash can 🙃

Claire: A cast member who was standing outside of the Figment ride. I stopped to tie my shoelace and I said to her “I really like this ride. It’s cute!” And she turned to me with her shades pushed down and said “yeah sure. But the soundtrack makes me want to pour hot cheese sauce directly into my ear drums.” And honestly, I felt that.

Derek F: Guy in the Haunted Mansion ride who was screaming “No ohmigod it’s too dark! I don’t deal with demons, especially not in the dark! Oh now the ghosts are dancing?!? No no no that’s not okay. I gotta get off this shit!” The entire ride. Honestly my favorite time I ever rode it!

Derek X: A chaotic mess of a coworker I had who, on our off day at Epcot, decided he was gonna down ten shots of Beverly (the nastiest soda on earth) and ride Mission: SPACE five times in a row. Surprisingly, he did not puke. But he wasn’t never quite right after that day.

Frenchie: A man once got so wasted in Epcot he started scaling up the pyramid in the Mexico pavilion and had to be escorted out. He’s banned from the park btw.

Hannah: In the big Magic Kingdom cast member cafeteria, one of my coworkers was friends with a character performer who played Cinderella. She waved her over and the girl, who was in sweats but still had her Cinderella wig, jewelry, and make up on, came over, slid into our booth, took a sip of her coke, said “Sup bitches.” I loved her instantly.

Kyland: One time I was in the underground tunnels walking to my work location, and caught a glimpse of Aladdin and Flynn Rider making out in the hallway, in full costume. What a morning that was.

Sarah Beth: During the Halloween party, I was taking pictures with Cruella and I asked her if she just likes dogs and she replied, stone cold “Oh no dear! I’m always down to skin a pussy cat too!” The shit some of these character performer would say!

Tiffany: The one time I was getting my picture taken with Tinkerbell, and I had a bag with her face on it, and the character performer went full ham and said “Oh this just be mine it had my face on it!” Dumped my shit out of my bag and started posing for the photographer. Give her an Emmy!

Travis: A dude who came up and asked me when does Harry Potter come flying out during the parks closing firework show. To which I said sir this is the wrong park, that would be Universal Studios. And he said “wait, this isn’t Diagon Alley?!?” People y’all. People are something else.

Whitney: This lady who screamed at me for our location not having the regular churros. It was close to Christmas and our churros were covered in red and green cinnamon sugar. She insisted she could taste the food dye and demanded the regular churros. I had to refund her after she berated me and then she had the nerve to say “Have a good day!” Bitch.

Xavier: In a small break room in Adventureland, Peter Pan walked in, pulled his phone, and took of his wig to reveal his bald ass head. He then said “Peter’s getting too old for this shit!” A mood.

#bb23 #big brother #cbs #Houseguests As

[lovingmyselfcore]

Rainbow Moonlight

HAPPY PRIDE MONTH GUYS GALS AND NON-BINARY PALS

Ahhhhh I have goals for content this month but if I say them then I can be held accountable so ummmm

Anyway have some gays in an au....

"You met me yesterday. Yes and I would die for you, next question." From @ciaraloves I changed the prompt a little babe hope you don't mind

It was a dark evening, the sky was an inky black, no moon in sight, which Alex knew because he’d been staring at the sky for a while now.

He’d snuck out, something he’d never done before.

It was terrifying.

He’d come out to his parents a week ago, something he’d been scared to do for months, but he had Julie, Luke, and Reggie to constantly tell him he could do this, and they would always love and support him, so he’d done it.

They didn’t get mad, as he’d been afraid they’d do, they hadn’t thrown him out. What they had done had almost been worse.

They ignored him.

They were distant, attempting to act like nothing had happened at all, trying to ignore the pride flag over his bed that Flynn had gotten him for his birthday a few weeks before. They pretended to not know that their son wasn’t going to continue the bloodline in the way they hoped.

Tonight, it had gotten to be too much. Alex laid in his bed, and felt like the house was closing in on him, he couldn’t breathe. At the start of the evening, his parents acted just like they had since he came out, but it seemed like they’d worked up their courage, determined to have it out with him.

“So I was talking to my friend at work,” His mom said.

Alex looked up so fast he felt like he got whiplash, fork clanging as it hit his plate. His mom winced at the sound and seemed to falter now that she had his attention.

His dad reached across the table to grab her hand, like having a simple dinner conversation with their gay son was something that needed back-up. He wanted to roll his eyes.

But this was the most she’s said in a long time, so he held back the cutting remarks bubbling up his throat, and schooled his face into an expression he hoped was encouraging.

“She has a lovely daughter, Alex. You’d look good together.”

Alex went numb, his fingertips tingling as he gripped the edge of the table, digging into the marks he made as a kid using forks for drumsticks before his parents caught him. He was shaking his head.

His dad looked ready to say something but Alex felt that niggling in his chest and knew he had to get out of here.

He uncurled his hands from the table and pushed his plate away with more force than necessary. “I’m going to bed.”

“Alex!” Someone called after him but he was already running to his room, slamming the door closed and slumping against it with a dry sob. So that was that then. They’d been feeding it to him slowly since he’d come out but now it was like they shoved it down his throat with a silver spoon.

They didn’t support him.

~~~~~

Alex was rattled out of his thoughts by the sound of a skateboard on the pavement. He looked up quickly, surveying the dark park that he, Reggie, and Luke always went to when they were really young.

It was a boy. It was too dark for Alex to make out any defining features besides that.

He rolled to a stop a few feet from Alex and kicked his board up into his hands, “Hey, dude,” He says, seemingly unaware his presence initiated Alex’s fight or flight instinct. He gestured to the bench Alex was on with his skateboard, “Can I sit?”

Alex took a shaky breath and nodded. The boy sat down and Alex noted he kept a small space in between them, so they weren’t touching anywhere.

“Look, you don’t have to talk about whatever’s bothering you, but I can’t just go home not knowing if you’re okay.”

A car drove past, illuminating him in the headlights and Alex realized who he was.

Alex snapped his fingers, “You’re Julie’s friend. Willie?”

He grinned crookedly, “That’s me. And you’re Julie’s boyfriend’s cute drummer friend.”

Alex felt his face grow hot. He just said ‘cute’. Get a grip.

Alex’s brain went on overdrive: How to compliment him back, if he even should compliment him back, what his parents were thinking right now, if they even noticed he was gone, whether or not Willie was going to kill him, how insane that idea was, the probability of Julie being friends with a killer, whether or not there were killers in his school, maybe he should’ve just gone to Luke’s, no that wouldn’t be a good idea because then he’d be burdening Emily and Mitch, Reggie’s place maybe, no his parents weren’t much better then Alex’s…

It was only after that cycled through his mind that Alex realized he’d just been staring at Willie.

Willie shifted, a flash of something like discomfort in his face before he was grinning again, but this time it looked a little forced. “Do you want me to go?” He asked, voice surprisingly sincere. “Cause I’ll leave you alone if you want.”

“No!” Alex blurted, and Willie’s grin turned genuine again. Alex felt a flush creeping up his neck.

“Okay then,” Willie said, blowing at a piece of dark brown hair that fell over his face. Alex got the irrational urge to fix it for him. “Do you want to talk? About anything?”

Alex curled in a little on himself and shrugged.

Willie didn’t seem bothered by his unresponsiveness and just nodded to himself. His eyes flashed. “20 questions?”

“Are we third graders?” Alex asked with an arched eyebrow.

Willie laughed, “Why not, hotdog?”

“‘Hotdog’?” Alex asked incredulously.

Willie laughed again and Alex decided he’d be content spending the rest of his life making this beautiful boy laugh like that. “That can be one of your questions,” He said with a pointed look, eyes shining as the moon finally crept out from behind the clouds, it felt almost poetic: the moon showing her face to highlight Willie’s beauty on one of the arguably worst nights of Alex’s life so far.

“Fine,” Alex said and Willie’s grin strengthened if that was even possible. “I’ll play 20 questions. So why ‘hotdog’?”

Willie clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, “Not yet, hotdog. I go first.”

Alex rolled his eyes, shoving his hands deeper into the pocket of his hoodie. The curiosity was nearly killing him at this point.

Willie took that for encouragement and hummed, “Favorite song you’ve played with your band?”

Alex smiled, “Probably Finally Free. It’s not the best song we have but it was the first one all four of us worked on. When we first played that on stage with Julie was the first song we played in front of a crowd as a real band, that Julie and Luke both worked on writing…” He realized he was rambling as he talked with his hands and shoved his hands back into his hoodie. “Yeah. Call me sentimental, sorry.”

Willie was smiling at him with something he couldn’t decipher. “Don’t be sorry. I asked. And that’s sweet, hotdog.” Alex flushed again and Willie’s smile changed into something else. “Your turn.”

“Why hotdog?” Alex asked.

Willie’s laugh came out in a huff, “You are determined aren’t you. Well, Julie told me a summary of the story of how she met the three of you. Something about bad hot dogs, Carrie’s dad, and mom’s studio in her garage?”

Alex snorted. “Yeah, that was an eventful day.”

“So I just called you hotdog in my head because somehow Julie overlooked telling me your name in the beginning.”

Alex burst out laughing and Willie did too, some birds squawked unhappily in the trees.

“My turn,” Willie said once they calmed down. He rubbed his hands together like some supervillain from the cartoons Reggie adored.

~~~~~~

They shot questions back and forth for another twenty minutes, the moon barely moved from her position in the sky, illuminating the two boys, who had both shifted almost imperceptibly closer each minute, so now their thighs were pressed against each other and each time they moved, their shoulders brushed. Willie was rolling his skateboard between his feet on the ground as if he was a little nervous.

“My turn,” Alex said, “Why are you out here?”

Willie froze for only a beat before leaning back far too casually. He shrugged, “Just skating around a little. I live like a 10-minute walk from here.”

“Isn’t your family missing you?” He winced as soon as he said it and immediately wanted to take it back.

Willie shrugged and Alex pretended not to notice his heartbreaking a little when Willie slid a little farther away from him down the bench.

“Ask me why I’m here,” Alex said, offering the beautiful skater boy an olive branch. Let him take it, he asked the moon.

She was listening.

“Why are you here?” Willie asked, voice a little strained, looking at him with something else undecipherable in his face.

“My parents don’t accept me,” The words tasted weird in his mouth. He’d never said it out loud.

Willie suddenly looked angry, “What don’t they accept?” He took a deep breath as if bracing himself for a rant.

“I’m gay,” Alex interrupted. Willie’s mouth snapped closed, almost comically.

He blinked at Alex for long enough that Alex started panicking. Then he smiled, it spread slowly across his face, and it was the most beautiful smile Alex thought he’d ever seen.

“Your parents are stupid,” Willie declared, bringing his arm up and down like he was a judge. “They have no reason to not accept you. You’re gorgeous and brilliant, you’re hilarious, you’re a drummer in your own band which is so close to playing at the Orpheum and I know for a fact you get straight A’s. You’re gay? Fan-fucking-tastic. Makes you better, in my professional opinion.” He was out of breath by the end of his speech and Alex felt like he’d been punched in the gut. He wanted to cry. But he wouldn’t because that would be embarrassing.

“Makes me better?” He asked finally.

Willie looked a little embarrassed himself and looked down at his skateboard, which he started moving again. “Yeah. You’re amazing.”

“You care that much? Even though you met me like an hour ago?”

“Yes, and I would die for you. Next question.”

That startled a laugh out of Alex and Willie glanced up at him with a smile.

“Gorgeous, huh?” Alex asked, suddenly emboldened.

Willie gave a non-committal hum, still not meeting his eyes.

“Says you.”

Willie glanced up again, startled and Alex felt his face burning, wanting nothing more than to bury himself into his hoodie, but he forced himself to take a deep breath and met Willie’s eyes.

They just stared at each other in silence before Willie laughed disbelievingly. “This is insane. I’ve had a crush on you for the longest time, and instead of a cute confession, I basically told you in a rant about your stupid parents.”

“A crush on me for the longest time, huh?”

Willie bumped his shoulder, “Oh shut up, hotdog.”

They fell into another comfortable silence before Willie said, “My parents are too busy to notice when I leave.”

Alex looked at him but Willie looked more uncomfortable than Alex had ever seen him.

“Would you like me to ramble about how gorgeous and brilliant you are?” Alex said, hoping to ease the tension in Willie’s shoulders.

He succeeded.

Willie buried his head in his hands with an anguished cry, “Let me forget that ever happened.”

“No, because I won’t.” Willie looked up again at his serious tone and smiled, reaching forward slowly to cup Alex’s cheek.

“You still have a question left,” Alex whispered breathlessly.

“Will you let me kiss you?” Willie asked, also a little breathless.

“Yes.”

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[pidgeonspen]

Assorted IDW thoughts

Let me preface this by saying Ian Flynn is not a perfect writer. 

I personally believe his greatest weakness is in writing this long, spanning arcs. We’ve seen this even in Archie with the Mecha Sally arc, and in post-reboot with the Shattered World Crisis arc. And it’s reared it’s ugly head again with the Zombot arc in IDW.

He also has a habit of favoring certain characters and trying a little too hard to argue why they’re good/likeable - this was especially a problem with Sally in his early run. 

With that said: I mostly enjoyed the Zombot Arc. I am someone who has been absolutely exhausted by media’s fixation on Zombies, but I found the Zombot arc... endearing, actually. 

The Zombot concept was a fun, fresh take and arguably more nightmarish than the average zombie, in that they were largely indestructible and you’d only need the slightest touch to be infected. And again, they couldn’t be put down.

An unfortunately common criticism I hear about the series is that this arc was “too dark” for a Sonic the hedgehog comic, which I find to be an odd take.

The Sonic series has always dipped its toes into darker concepts. We have the bad ending from Sonic 2, and far less implied is the death of Maria Robotnik in Sonic Adventure 2 - in which we witness, as part of Shadow’s backstory: an unarmed, terminally ill 12-year-old girl being shot and killed.

In that same game, Eggman acquired a super space Fuck You cannon and destroyed a part of the moon, and made a very clear threat to fire it at the Earth.

Sonic Adventure 1 showed us an entire civilization that was wiped out after harming a bunch of innocent Chao and angering a god. Perfect Chaos leveled an entire populated city - even if you make the argument that an evacuation was put in effect and nobody died (which I don’t believe), that’s still an entire city’s worth of people who are now homeless.

There was also Sonic Battle and Emerl’s entire plight, which saw the entire main cast coming together to raise this robot like a sibling, who all loved him and were loved by him in turn, and ended with Sonic having to kill him. 

Sonic and The Secret Rings had Shahra die on-screen. I mean, she got better but still.

And don’t get me started on all the fucked up things that happen during the events of  the Shadow the Hedgehog game.

The point is, the Sonic the Hedgehog series has always had these bleak, dark moments. I don’t feel like the Zombot Arc was any darker than what we’ve already seen in this series. We’ve seen these characters backed into corners, we’ve seen on-screen deaths, we’ve seen these characters break before.

I feel like this criticism is misdirected; I think when people say the arc was too dark, what they mean is that it’s too long.  If we’re counting the Zombot saga starting at issue 15 (when Rough & Tumble got infected), this story arc has been going on for... 14 issues. With delays in mind, this arc feels like it dragged its feet horribly. 

Now, with regards to Characterization...

I think we all can agree SEGA’s recent takes on Shadow’s character are ass. There, I said it. Taking away all the development he had over the course of SA2, Heroes, ShTH and other instances - and making it so he apparently doesn’t consider Rouge and Omega his friends - is such a mind-numbingly stupid move.

Ian usually writes a good Shadow (seriously, Sonic Universe arcs “The Shadow Saga”, “Treasure Team Tango”  - both pre-reboot arcs - and “Shadowfall” + “Total Eclipse” from the post reboot were really good!) but these mandates on Shadow’s character kill me. 

But unfortunately, Shadow isn’t the only character who suffered during this arc. Eggman started off the arc really well, but his choices and lackadaisical attitude towards how rapidly his plan spiraled out of control was so wildly OOC and frankly, dumb. It was frustrating to read through and didn’t feel like Ian’s usual mastermind Eggman.  It read as though Ian hit a bump in which he realized he needed a work around for why Eggman wasn’t doing anything about losing control over the Zombots and  decided to just have him not care. I can’t remember if a reason for this characterization was ever given. 

 Now, this on the other hand...

This is a scene I’ve seen people rag on for being OOC for Tails, and even comparing it to the abysmal portrayal we got in Forces. 

Here’s the thing: I don’t think this was OOC for Tails. 

Lets look at Tails’ characterizations in, say, the Adventure-era games. His entire character arc in both was him realizing his own potential as someone who can stand on his own two feet, without needing to rely on Sonic. And he did it! By SA2, Tails has achieved his own independence. 

When he believes Eggman has truly killed Sonic, Tails is sad, but he’s also determined to stop Eggman, to keep fighting no matter what and hold his head high, because he knows he can do this. He won’t let Sonic’s faith in him be misplaced. 

... But this isn’t like that situation, now is it?

Lets review Tails’ ploy over the course of this arc: He studied Sonic to the best of his abilities to try and discover how to cure his friend. He was confident and certain he could figure it out.

But the infection kept spreading. People - innocent people - were being claimed by the outbreak, and the pressure began to build. People Tails knew and cared about were being turned. The situation was growing more and more desperate. 

All the while, they slowly lost faith in Sonic, who was showing signs of fatigue. We also know from when Tangle was infected that the transformation into a Zombot is uncomfortable, if not painful. 

People around Tails were suffering, losing loved ones - and we, as the audience, knew that nobody was actually dead from this, but the characters don’t. Silver came from a future where the whole world became infected.

And just as soon as Tails came close to solving everything, it was all cruelly ripped away. Every time they thought they had a solution, it was lost. 

When the Zombots reached Angel Island,Sonic was at the point where he could hardly fight the infection off anymore. Zavok was advancing. They’d lost poor little Cream. They lost Knuckles. 

And Tails was slowly succumbing to the infection. 

I don’t think this was OOC. I think it made perfect sense, because the world was literally falling apart right in front of Tails’ eyes, and unlike SA2, there was nothing he could do about it at this point. He’s being infected and watching his friends fall while knowing that Silver’s future is a possible outcome.

He’s having to resort to pleading Sonic to succeed because this poor kid has watched the world fall before his eyes - and worse yet, he came so close to having the means to save it. 

I don’t agree that strong characters breaking makes them OOC. I think this serves to show just how broken Tails is by everything that’s happened, how bleak the situation is, and how genuinely scared he is. And who could blame him?

In conclusion, I think IDW Sonic has its flaws - Ian has some serious faults as a writer, but he’s also really good and has a clear passion for the series and characters. 

I enjoyed this arc for the most part - I just wish it had been trimmed down some. 

#IDW Sonic #felt rambley today uwu

[humanperryfic]

Nobody Needs to Know

Lord, show me how to say no to this...

Their relationship isn't exactly OWCA approved, but Perry doesn't want to stop.

Based on Say No to This from Hamilton

AO3/FF.Net

TW’s: None

Perry yawns. The cold, grey light of dawn seeps in around the edges of the curtains, yet he hasn't slept a wink all night.

And that's only partly the fault of the man sleeping peacefully next to him.

Actually, it's entirely the fault of this man. This glorious man, the one who drew him in with his sharp wits and marvelous inventions. Who took every punch and kick, then cursed him without malicious intent. The man that he fell for, head over heels. The man he just can't say no to.

So no, he hasn't slept. Instead, he's been mulling things over and over in his mind. How he's going to explain this one to Linda- swamped with work only works for so long. How he's going to lie about his whereabouts to Monogram.

How their relationship can't continue, not like this.

If this was a normal relationship, one where he met the other in a coffee shop or at a concert, he wouldn't have any qualms about breaking it off. (Actually, if this was a normal relationship, he wouldn't need to hide.)

But this is no ordinary relationship. They're nemeses. Friends. Lovers. He has feelings that refuse to go away, feelings he can't just ignore, despite the cloud of consequences hanging over his head.

All because he couldn't fucking push Heinz away. Couldn't just take one quick, messy kiss and call it good. No, he had to fall face first into what's both the best and worst decision of his life.

Best because, well, he's in a wonderful relationship with his nemesis. One that he hates to even consider breaking off.

Worst because if he gets caught, he's fucked. And not in the good way, the way he's enjoyed with his nemesis for the past month.

No, there will be consequences. Consequences that make him truly consider squandering their relationship.

Because there are always consequences. Something like this is beyond an easily explained-away one night stand. It went beyond that as soon as Perry kissed back.

Demotion and relocation is the lightest punishment he could possibly hope for. At it's worst, he'd be earning forty years of jail time in OWCA-traz, no parole, for aiding and abetting evil. Most likely, he'll be forced to relocate, strung along, then fired a few months later over something petty.

He's watched it happen. He's seen agents slip up and disappear. Agents more careful than he.

Of course, he wouldn't have to do this if Dennis (Agent Bunny, which makes Perry glad he got a mature codename) hadn't gone rogue. The reason? He fell in love with his nemesis and realized that Evil was better.

One agent gone rogue, working with his nemesis, inspired by a relationship not unlike the one he shares with Heinz. After that, OWCA clamped down on every single agent-nemesis relationship, romantic or no.

One agent ruined his chances to ever enjoy life.

Is it bad that he considers going rogue to get away from the consequences of this? The consequences of doing something completely unexpected of him. He's a dedicated agent, shot up through the ranks as soon as he graduated from the University Without a Cool Acronym. Something like this defies all expectations, and not in a good way.

He knows what he's expected to do. As the best agent in the Tri-State Area, he's expected to do certain things. Keep a nemesis, but still be able to go on other missions and save the world. Complete every shred of paperwork on time. Never question his loyalty, not like what he's doing right now.

He's also expected to marry another agent. A female agent. Have two point five prodigy agent kids and continue the legacy his parents left him.

The higher-ups aren't even subtle about it. They keep sending him on missions with the same woman, the best agent in the DC division. Agent Kaylee the Koala. They're both highly skilled agents, third or fourth generation OWCA. Born and raised to fight evil. (And their codenames are both Australian mammals. Major Monogram would get a kick out of that.) Honestly, it wouldn't be that bad. She's a good agent, he considers her a friend. He'd be able to get through it, if he could get over Heinz.

That's how he came into the Organization, anyway. His parents had met on a mission in Greece, married not much later. Then they died days before his third birthday. He went into OWCA's foster program for the agency's orphans, shuffled around from division to division. He'd lived in more countries by his fifteenth birthday than most people got to visit in a lifetime.

Once he graduated from the High School Without a Cool Acronym, he was shuffled into the host family program. Some attempt to give him people to come home to.

And it worked. He rents the attic space above the Flynn-Fletcher home. Their family accepted him into their arms. He practically considers Phineas, Ferb, and Candace his own niblings. They even call him Uncle Perry.

Even though he can't tell them anything about his work life, they're still family.

But some part of him still aches for his own family.

It's a choice he has to make. A family he could build from scratch, with a fellow agent. A family that he could be almost true with. Or a family he came into far too late. Even though part of him considers Vanessa and Norm his own children. Norm calls him Dad, for god's sake. A family he could tell the truth to, but not about.

There's a right answer for both sides of him. The side that follows rules longs to take the easy way out, to break everything off and never look back. To say no to this. To request a transfer to DC, keep in touch with Lawrence and Linda and the kids, marry Agent Koala and have children, even if he'll never be truly happy.

The side of him that craves adventure and adrenaline, the emotional side of him says no. It says to stay here, in this bed, in this division, in this town. To throw away everything else for his emotions. To break the chains, to love his nemesis with all his heart. Like he already does, if he's being honest.

He hates to be the one to break the cycle. To be the one surely disappointing his parents. (Although it's not like they would know...He feels horrible for even thinking that.) But he's in love with his nemesis. The feelings run far too deep. It's something that keeps him from ever having a normal life.

Normal for an OWCA agent, anyway. He gave up any semblance of normal life the instant he was born.

And he gave up on having a normal agent life the instant he decided to hang back after a scheme.

They had been cleaning up an exploded -inator. It had been slow going, but they finally finished cleaning up Doofenshmirtz's lab. They took a few steps to admire their handiwork when suddenly, Doofenshmirtz had pulled him in by his tie, sloppily pressing their lips together in a rough approximation of a kiss. Perry had been shocked at first (since when did Doofenshmirtz reciprocate his feelings?), but had quickly accepted the simple truth that Heinz spelled out.

He barely had his wits about him, but he still managed to push the other man away. If OWCA saw, he'd be done for.

But his instincts and desires overwhelmed him. He just couldn't say no, couldn't find it in him to go. It would have been so easy, just sign a fast apology, jump off the balcony, and glide away.

He's never been one to take the easy way out. Never has been. He turned away from the cameras, deactivated them in a way that would look accidental.

Making deliberate eye contact with a hurt Heinz, he tossed his hat away from him, not even bothering to watch where it flew. (Damn if that isn't the perfect metaphor for everything he's done since then, huh?) He pulled Heinz down by the lapels of his lab coat and crashed them together in a hungry kiss. It barely took a moment until Heinz had reciprocated in kind. Long fingers carded through his hair, a bite stung against his bottom lip, his own hands sneaking below the hem of Heinz's sweater.

Things only escalated from there. They spent the night in a whirlwind of guilt and pleasure. There were hundreds of opportunities to leave, to push Heinz away and go, but he didn't take a single one. And Heinz would understand. He would be hurt, but he would understand.

But he didn't say no.

Laying in Heinz's bed that night, breathing hard and barely able to process what happened, he promised himself never again.

It was only supposed to be once. One time. One night.

Shame burned in his gut as he had kissed Heinz goodbye (god, he just couldn't stop) and flew home. The shame only intensified when the Major demanded to know why Heinz had kissed him.

His stomach in knots, he signed that it was a misunderstanding, lying that of course he didn't want it. It took every part of his self control to keep his hands from shaking.

He's used to lying. Lying to Linda and Lawrence and the kids about his job. Lying to Heinz about his personal life. Lying to himself, telling himself that he's going to stop. But this feels different. Like he's lighting the fuse on dynamite beneath his feet.

To a certain extent, every lie feels like it's a house of cards just waiting to tumble down. Some do, ending in relocation at best. Some get rebuilt, like the mishaps with the second dimension.

This lie feels even more precarious, like the cards are made of glass. Glass that will cut him on the way down. Glass that will shatter and never be able to be repaired, not in the same way, not ever again.

Intellectually, he knows that every lie has a time limit. He's honestly floored at how his house of cards hasn't fallen, hasn't toppled and taken everything he knows with it. Every secret escapes, even the best-kept ones.

A part of him still loves it. Loves the thrill and the excitement. Craves the nerves that still bubble in his stomach every time he and Heinz fall into bed together.

It was only supposed to be once.

But it wasn't just once. He's practically become addicted to the way Heinz kisses him, soft yet still desperate. The way they understand each other, understand the constant internal conflict over good and evil. He can't get enough of the way they slot together, physically and emotionally. Stoic and emotional. Quiet and constantly talking.

How can something supposed to be so wrong feel so right? How can he say no to this? He can't stop, and part of him never wants to.

He shouldn't feel like this, but he does.

Perry lays back down in Doofenshmirtz's bed, burying his face in the shoulder of the man himself. He wraps his arm around Heinz's thin body, and holds him tight.

It's their secret. Some day, it will escape. But right now, nobody needs to know.

#sam's fic #perryshmirtz #human perry the platypus #perry the platypus #perry the human #human perry #doofenshmirtz #doctor doofenshmirtz #heinz doofenshmirtz #owca #pnf #phineas and ferb #fic #my fic #secret relationship

[thelittlestcheshire]

Hello! I’m Katie, and this is my muse Ches. If any of you were in Luxor over the summer, you know this pain in the ass so I’m probably gonna do a quick “here’s where this brat was” recap at the bottom, along with anything I’ve changed between that Ches and this Ches! I’m really excited to be back, and I’m really looking forward to roleplaying with everyone.

I also have the habit of writing crazy long bios when I do bother to write them so there’s a tl;dr for that, also some wanted connections at the bottom. I love plotting so if you ever have any ideas, feel free to come excited scream with me here or on Discord! So without further ado ♥

TWs:  Gun Violence / Murder / Death (not by Ches), Blood, Abuse (Relationship), Cheating, Mental Illnesses, Drugs/Alcohol, Overdoses (also not by Ches / did not result in death)

Is that HAILEY CHESHIRE “CHES” ELSWOOD? Wow, they do look a lot like KATHERINE MCNAMARA. I hear SHE is a SEVENTEEN EIGHTEEN year old SENIOR who originally attended CARNIFEX Academy. Word is they are an ARISTOCRAT student. You should watch out because they can be IMPULSIVE and STUBBORN, but on the bright side they can also be ENERGENIC and LOYAL. Ultimately, you’ll get to see it all for yourself. [KATIE, 23, EST, SHE/HERS]

Last Edit: 8/26/2020

♥ basics; Full Name: Hailey Cheshire “Ches” Elswood Preferred Name: Ches Elswood Age: 18 Birthday: July 19th, 2002 at 03:22 am Sexual Orientation: Biromantic bisexual Relationship Status: It’s complicated ( @ Elliot ) Occupation: Student Nationality: American [with French dual citizenship] Ches’s Car

♥ classes;

Anthropology

Shakespearean Studies

Linguistics

Latin

Music

Advanced Sociology

Advanced Psychology

World History

♥ extracurriculars;

National Honor Society

Theater Club (Actor)

Concert Band (Piano)

♥ background; Place of Birth: Paris, France Hometown: Manhattan, New York, New York Health Issues: Borderline Personality Disorder and PTSD, not that she likes to admit to it, however. She’s also highly allergic to the Perciformes family of fish (tuna, mackrel, perch , and bass). While she’s okay with the  salmoniformes (Salmon and Trout), she really doesn’t touch fish outside of... literally salmon she makes herself since that’s all she trusts ok. ((Shellfish is fine though) Traumas: Watching her mother die (mugging gone wrong/shot to death)

♥ physical; Face Claim: Katherine McNamara Eye Color: Green Hair Color: Red Height: 5′3 ½” (not at fc height quick side note) Weight: 115 lbs Tattoos, Birthmarks, Scars, etc: Mole above her belly button, a few moles on her thighs, freckles and face moles. (Face Ref 1, Face Ref 2,  Body Ref 1, Body Ref 2) . She also has a tattoo now.

♥ zodiac;

Tropical

Sun: Cancer Moon: Scorpio Mercury: Cancer Venus: Virgo Mars: Leo Jupiter: Cancer Saturn: Gemini Uranus:  Aquarius Neptune: Aquarius Pluto: Sagittarius Lilith: Aries N Node: Gemini

Placidus Orb

I ASC: Gemini II: Cancer III: Cancer IV: Leo V: Virgo VI: Libra VII: Sagittarius VIII:  Capricorn IX: Capricorn X MC: Aquarius XI: Pisces XII: Aries

♥ relatives;

Father’s Full Name: Edward Valentine Elswood Father’s Status: Alive Father’s Occupation: CEO/Owner of a multi-billion dollar luxury goods conglomerate  (net worth of 50+ Billion in fact - in turn, Elswood kids do NOT bat an eyelash at prices) Mother’s Full Name: Julia Andrieux Elswood Mother’s Status: Deceased [shot by a mugger on the twin’s 8th birthday] Future Step-Mother: Rebekah Carroll (soon to be Elswood, watch this space lol) Step-Mother’s Occupation:  Siblings: 6 brothers and sisters (family page here) Elswood-Carroll Children Oldest to Youngest:

Logan Elswood (24)

Jamie Elswood (22)

Emmett Elswood (19)

Cade Carroll (19)

Jonah / Ches Elswood (TWINS)

Flynn Carroll (16)

Effie Elswood (14)

Ella Elswood (10)

She also has a niece named Isabella (Belle) who’s now almost 8 months (DOB: 07/10/2019). Belle belongs to her oldest brother, Logan (and Belle’s mother isn’t in the picture).

This is a link to the Elswood family page if you’d like to know more about her family.

♥ relationships; Ex-Significant Other(s): Probably a handful of people tbh, hit me up if you want this as a WC Reason for Separation: Stuff not working out, Ches getting bored before she got attached, so on - she’s a flirt tbh, it takes her wanting to get invested for her to stay Current Significant Other: N/A

♥ misc;

Hobbies and Talents: Ches’s main hobbies are playing piano and archery (she forever misses her bow and arrow while she’s at school), as these are also the two things that are best at calming her down. She has an intense love for acting, so it’s not uncommon for her to be one of the first people to sign up for auditions, and she tends to sing a lot so musicals are truly her shit. It’s not uncommon to see her in the library, reading a book late a night.

However, a talent she doesn’t exactly own up to often is her talent for forgeries and lockpicking. While she doesn’t use these skills as they’re intended for often, she does tend to practice them a lot, so she’s not rusty for when they are actually useful.

Pinterest Section // Musings Tag // Playlist (it’s an in general Ches playlist tho)

Ches speaks English and French fluently, her mother was born and raised in Paris so she learnt them both at the same time

DO NOT CALL HER HAILEY unless you really want to end up on her shit list, it’s her biggest pet peeve, she will glare at you for hours.

She’s the mom friend if your mom friend also goes “I HAVE THE BEST IDEA” and drags you into trouble. Literally, the one who frets over you and proceeds to get you into trouble.

This muse does what she wants, I just write it down I apologize always for her

Doesn’t really... seriously date too much because of past situations (Her older brother slept with the first person she truly loved) and she tries to avoid falling in love

That being said platonic I love yous are her shit, she loves her friends a LOT

Ches is very serious about her studying (and wanting to be among the best of the best because - this girl has Ivy league college dreams and she has no intents on fucking those up), so like expect her to do shit like read an entire textbook at the start of school and study at midnight when her insomnia is kicking her ass.

She’s a bit of a closet nerd - if you look under her bed she has a chest of comic books, she’ll just lie if you ask her about them

Ches left Luxor due to a family emergency in October, it was a really hard decision (and it was a really hard decision to come back). She is just now coming back to school.

She got her tattoo while she was away from school, using a forged note of parental consent in New Jersey.

♥ bio;

TWs: Gun Violence, Murder, Death, Blood, Abuse (Relationship), Cheating, Mental Illnesses

Growing up as an Elswood means two things, you have a lot of siblings and a lot of money. Her parents had decided to raise their children in Manhattan, New York, where they could keep a close eye on their multi-billion dollar conglomerate. Her mother, Julia, would take them on trips constantly too - when she wanted to get the children away from the hustle and bustle of the city they’d go to their vacation home upstate, or their private island, or even to visit their family in Paris. At that point in life, Ches was happy. She had a solid group of friends, she had the best friend she could ever imagine having in the form of her twin brother, she had a loving and warm family, and she had a parent who would tell her no.

When she thinks back to her life before the incident, it feels like a completely different story. A fairytale even, perfect and happy in every way compared to her life now. However, it wouldn’t last, after all, fairy tales didn’t exist and reality was a much crueler mistress. One could say Lin-Manuel Miranda described it best; “life doesn't discriminate between the sinners and the saints. It takes and it takes and it takes.”

Everything changed on her eighth birthday when her mother took her out shopping to get a present for twin brother Jonah at Palisades Mall. A man came up with a gun while they were in the parking lot and asked for all of their money. Julia Elswood compiled but she made one mistake, the simple utterance of “Cours, Ches” as she gave the man her purse.

Ches might have gotten out of the event alive, but not she was not unscathed. Julia Elswood was pronounced dead when medics finally arrived on the scene, her blood coating her daughter’s hands and clothing from Ches’s attempts to stop the bleeding. She might have survived the event without physical harm but she was never the same child she was before after that.

One day she had an intact family, the next day the Elswoods were in ruin. Her father completely shut himself out from the family, only coming out for birthdays and holidays. Her oldest brother stepped up as their parental figure, first starting out with homeschooling before he eventually dropped out to ensure his siblings were getting as much of his time as they possibly could. He tried his hardest to make the loss of their mother easier on the younger girls especially, given how young they were at the time. She helped him with the girls as much as she could (and overtime she slowly started filling the role as their second parent). Because of how busy the younger Elswood children kept him, sometimes Logan didn’t have the time to comfort Ches when she woke up in the middle of the night, haunted by their mother.

That was when Emmett stepped in. It wasn’t uncommon for him to sleep on her floor so he’d be there when she woke up terrified out of her mind, and he was there when she just eventually stopped sleeping like people tended to. Over time she realized that Jonah and her weren’t truly two peas in a pod the way they used to be, that Emmett was the only Elswood who truly got her. He wasn’t perfectly normal either, his thoughts and feelings were flawed like hers.

In a family that made her feel so broken at times, Emmett was a saving grace - a reminder she wasn’t alone.

Going to school in Carnifex was an easy decision when you felt so alone at home, at school she found a close group of people she loved and cared about - she felt less alone and less like her family were judging her, and when the feeling came up - she could always toss herself back into her schoolwork and pretend that maybe, just maybe, she was just a normal kid living a normal boring life. Family issues easily bred vulnerability though, and it was that vulnerability that was exploited not long before she was set to start Carnifex.

Long-distance relationships weren't’ supposed to be easy, but when she fell in love for the first time. At the time, she had thought she was as fucked up as she could ever be, that at this point she was just focused on healing the wounds her mother’s death had left in therapy and after that, everything would be fine. James Ruth quickly showed her how mistaken she had been, even now she doesn’t like thinking about everything he had done to her. She doesn’t discuss everything he had put her through in the time they were together nor does she have any intentions on truly discussing the worst of the abuse she endured while dating him and she was home - even in therapy. It did, however, have an effect on her, it made her terrified of truly falling in love with somebody again.  (Note: James is also a massive reason why she doesn't get along with her brother Jamie, the two Elswood siblings never recovered from Jamie sleeping with Ches’s boyfriend. It causes a good deal of tension in the Elswood home but Ches can’t just forgive him, her brother never even apologized for his actions, she wasn’t going to pretend he didn’t hurt her because her father wanted them to get along for his own sake. They were on the rocks before this and afterward, the tension just got a whole lot worse.)

Going back to Carnifex her sophomore year was a key factor in helping Ches get away from her relationship, and it became as much of a home for her than her actual home was the longer she attended. Sure, she still misses her younger sisters, she misses Emmett and Camellia, and she misses her friends in the city. She also dislikes just how restricted she truly is when it comes to Instagram and trying to grow her influence while she attends Carnifex. Networking had to wait until she was home and sometimes she questions why she decided boarding school was a good idea. And then Ches looks at her friends, at the education she’s receiving, and all the fond memories she’s developing. Carnifex, and now Luxor, was well worth the fear of missing out she feels. 

If you had asked her at the start of this school year, she would have told you nothing could have gotten her to leave school for any amount of time her senior year, she had spent the whole summer at Luxor (even after hearing about her baby niece, that meant a lot) - she finally settled in, she couldn’t imagine anything happening that would cause her to leave the academy. And then, on October 16th at two am in the morning, she got a phone call from Ella. Their oldest brother, Logan, had overdosed. While his drug addiction had never been a secret to the family, his relapse had been a surprise to Ches. Her brother had sworn up and down he was fine, that everything at home was okay. Going back to New York was a no brainer, her family needed her - and she needed them.

Logan, who’d been the closest thing to a parent she had since her mother died, almost died - she almost lost all the parental figures she ever knew. It was hard, getting adjusted back to New York City, she threw herself into her school work and did her best to fill the shoes Logan left open as he went through rehab, and then, adjusted back to being home. While she stayed in touch with the people she had at Luxor, she wouldn’t come back until her brother way okay - until she felt safe about leaving him with his daughter and their siblings without her as a backup. Coming back to school this time was really hard on her, the homesickness is worse than ever and she’s constantly trying to check in on her siblings (because mom!Ches is truly in full force and she’s trying to get it back down) but she’s glad to be back. She’s missed being at Luxor, a lot, so she’s glad to be back.

TLDR / quick important notes bio recap for rereads:

Ches’s mother was murdered on her 8th birthday in front of her

She was raised by her oldest brother, Logan, and is NOT close to her father really. She also helped raise her younger sisters and is very protective of them.

The Elswood she is closest to is Emmett, Jonah and her grew apart after her mother’s death.

Ches’s first real love was James (an NPC), they dated (entire)Freshman-(mid)Sophomore years, it was abusive (much more than Ches will ever discuss unless she gets majorly close to someone and they HAVE to know (cough still hasn’t happened though cough)) and Ches is now terrified of falling in love again. Her messy as fuck relationships & exes all start after this point.

Ches’s history at Luxor is pretty much in-tact, changes will be below in another section!

Ches left Luxor because of her oldest brother, Logan, overdosing. He is alive but she stayed in NYC until he was out of rehab / stabilized in order to take care of her younger siblings and her niece, Belle.

Notable Luxor Notes:

Anything relating to Thomas (for those of you who know what I mean) really hasn’t occurred, so if you mention it she’ll just be like “who?” This seems like the easiest course of action given how things were left off

Other muses of note I’m not going to account for are: Asher (more will be added as needed).

Ches isn’t a member of the Churchill Circle (I’m leaning towards was never one either just because the reasons she joined are no longer a factor so... she probably wouldn’t have ever joined)

If anyone wants to change history and/or keep it intact, feel free to dm me to let me know and I’ll update this accordingly. 

Wanted Connections:

Exes (when Ches dates it’s not for long, but she’s definitely the type to be like “I’ll go out with you” if asked and then... dump you if she thinks she’s getting too attached. So her exes are either on good terms, neutral terms, or they probably dislike her a lot)

Former friends with benefits - while Ches is no longer taking on new ones because of Elliot (and is starting to wean off her current ones), I’m always willing to headcanon past things!

FRIENDSHIPS  (I am weak af for a good friendship plot, never be afraid to be like “hey can our muses be friends” the answer is legit always yes)

Enemies (Ches can... be a lot so it’s not unlikely she’s pissed people off ok)

#luxorintro #so yeah pretty much have a Ches and I am SO FREAKING EXCITED TO BE BACK OK #sorry this is so freaking long too ♥ #also I was excited I revamped the bio and drafted it #it's about my bedtime right now though so not sure how far I'll get with replies I'm gonna try but it's legit the time I pass out right now

[mell-bell]

we are all so caught up in our grief, in our past, in our pain (and we can’t let go) - Part 1

Lucy Preston x Garcia Flynn

Words: 3683                       

Series Summary: Garcia was dead. And Lucy felt like she was too. But what happens when she runs into a younger Garcia when she travels to the past chasing after Rittenhouse? How will she deal with seeing the man she loved, alive? How can she look him in the eyes, a man who doesn’t love her, let alone know who she is? Will she try to save him? Or will she have to lose him for a second time?

Author’s notes: Listen this is pure fucking angst (maybe a happy ending ok probably definitely a happy ending) I’m so sorry but I couldn’t get it out of my head. Hope you guys enjoy!!!

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Garcia was dead.

And Lucy felt like she was too.

Rittenhouse had taken everything away from her. Her mother. Her sister. And now Garcia.

And even though they had brought Rufus back, Denise said it was too risky to save Garcia. Too risky to save the man who had sacrificed everything for people who didn’t give two shits about him.

Everybody except Lucy that is.

Denise claimed Lucy was in denial.

In the days after Garcia’s trip to the past, Lucy tried over and over to convince the team that he was still alive and that one day he would make it back to them. She would hold tight to the journal he had handed her not too long along. A journal full of future adventures. Future loves. Just a future.

Nobody had the heart to snuff out the last spark of hope in her eyes so they let her keep on believing.

They watched as she tried to go about everyday life as if nothing had changed.

One morning, Lucy made coffee and out of habit made another cup for Garcia. When she realized that he wasn’t standing over her shoulder complaining about how she makes it too sweet, she froze. Her hand shook as it hovered over the second cup of coffee before she slammed her eyes shut and shoved it into the sink before quickly leaving the room.

A few days later, when listening to a briefing from Denise, Rufus made a comment and Lucy waited for the usual snark that usually came from the foreign man who always sat at her side. When it didn’t come, Lucy tensed looking off into space, and the team saw a tiny part of the spark die out in her eyes.

Her denial turned to numbness the day Denise found the coroner’s report of Garcia’s body.

That was the day that Lucy decided instead of chasing Rittenhouse through history, she was just going to let go. Without Garcia, there was no point in fighting anymore. She was done fighting back. All this war had cost her was her loved ones. She was done losing everybody.

So without a word to the rest of the team, she had locked herself away in Garcia’s room, wearing one of his oversized sweaters and downing bottle after bottle of vodka. Her journal long since torn apart after she realized it wouldn’t help her save him. Help her bring him back.

At first, the time team had given her space. But as the days passed, they had tried reasoning with her. Bribing her. Begging her. Anything. But she didn’t react.

It had finally taken Wyatt yelling in her face to get her back into the fight.

But it wasn’t long before the team realized it might not have been the best idea.

Her numbness had turned to rage. She became reckless. She took uncalculated risks. And on their latest mission, she had shot a Rittenhouse agent down in cold blood and hadn’t even flinched.

When Denise confronted her, Lucy spoke for one of the first times in months, her voice raw.

“What else have I got to lose?”

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Denise didn’t want to let Lucy go on the next mission after the stunt she had pulled last time.

But Wyatt had argued that without a historian, they would be dead in the water. In reality, it was because he didn’t want to leave Lucy alone. Worried about what she might do. Denise knew it was a lie based on the year Rittenhouse had landed, but after a glance at the woman, she had agreed.

And so the time team find themselves in the early 2000s in Paris.

“Why is Rittenhouse even here?” Rufus complained as a French man bumped into him, the other man yelling obscenities at him.

Lucy shrugged as she walked down the street, the boys lagging behind watching the slumped shoulders of the woman in front of them.

Wyatt cleared his throat, “We should start talking to some people, trying to see if anything is out of the ordinary.”

Lucy managed to convince the men to split up, planning on meeting up in a few hours at the lifeboat. It wasn’t like they were in medieval times, she had argued. And the men had no choice but to agree.

splitting up wasn’t the best idea. Because not five minutes later Lucy ran into a Rittenhouse sleeper, who recognized her instantly.  

Running into a nearby bar, Lucy grabbed the first man she could find, “Can you help me?” Lucy spoke in French, waiting for the man to turn.

But when he did, Lucy froze.

Before her stood Garcia Flynn.

For a moment, Lucy believed he had been brought back. But as her eyes roamed his face she noticed the differences between this Garcia and her Garcia. He was younger. A smile gracing his face. He had to be in his mid-30’s.

As a door slammed open behind her she jumped, knocking her out of her thoughts, and missing what the man before her had said.

A body brushed up against her and she flinched away, curling in on herself.

She saw Garcia reach out his arm slowly as not to startle her. And not wanting to look up at the man before her, she let him guide her over to the corner of the bar, his hand resting on her back.

She made note how he placed himself in front of her, his tall body hiding her small frame from the other bar patrons.

“Are you alright?” He spoke in English; however, his accent was thicker than she was used to. Hearing his voice again sent a spark through her.

Garcia’s hand slide from Lucy’s back to rest lightly on her arm as he leaned down trying to get a better look of her face. When she wouldn’t look up, his other hand raised, hesitantly brushing against her cheek, pushing her hair back behind her ear. The feeling was so familiar to her, she almost leaned into him. But as his fingers danced across her cheek, she realized his hands weren’t as rough as her Garcia and she pulled away with a gasp.

The man went to take a step back but froze when Lucy finally looked up, meeting his deep green eyes.

Garcia swallowed hard as he scanned her face, his brows furrowing at the look of pain and panic on her face.

His tongue darted out to wet his lips as he opened his mouth. But before he could say a word, Lucy tensed as she caught sight of movement near the bar door. She quickly grabbed his hand, pulling him behind a pillar.

Lucy watched as the Rittenhouse sleeper slipped by the bouncer, the gun in his hand glinting against the strobing lights on the bar’s dancefloor.

Garcia followed Lucy’s gaze, immediately seeing the gun in the man’s hands. He tensed, his hand tightening in Lucy’s, as the gunman’s eyes roved the bar.

Before Garcia could even make a move, the gunman’s eyes landed on the woman next to him. And Lucy could feel his heart start to race against her back.

Without a second thought, without even knowing this woman, Garcia knocked Lucy to the ground as gunfire echoed through the bar. People began screaming and the pounding slaps of footsteps echoed across the room as the Rittenhouse sleeper continued to spray the bar with bullets.

Pulling the gun from her waistband, Lucy flipped off the safety, watching as Garcia’s eyes widened. Her finger itched toward the trigger as the gunshots grew closer.  

Garcia made a move to take the gun from Lucy’s hand, but before he could take action, she pushed him away shoving him further behind the bar before she stood up and began firing.

Her Garcia had taught her how to shoot. How to defend herself. Not because she wanted too, but because she knew she had to. She had never wanted to take a life. But this was war, wasn’t it? Her past self would call herself a hypocrite, for hating Garcia for the exact thing she was doing now. But there wasn’t time to dwell on that now.

Lucy let out a scream as a bullet skimmed past her shoulder, falling to the ground, her back against the wall. But instead of paralyzing her, the pain just spurred her on. She could faintly hear Garcia screaming something at her. But she blocked it out and squeezed her eyes shut for just a second before taking a deep breath, standing, and shooting the gunman point blank.

The man fell to the ground with a thud.

And Lucy felt nothing.

“What...what just happened?”

Lucy swallowed hard, ignoring Garcia, as she placed the gun into the back of her pants with shaking hands. Her heart sunk in her chest and she once again fell down to rest against the bar.

Garcia, thankfully uninjured, moved over next to her and grabbed her shaking hand as it moved toward her shoulder wound.

“I’m fine.”

Garcia snorted, “You are not fine. Who’s after you?” He placed his hand under her chin, his voice softer, “Let me help you. I work in security. The NSA. I can help you.”

Lucy just shook her head but the man continued to argue, his accent growing thicker as he grew more agitated.

“No!” She spat.

Garcia flinched and Lucy winced, turning to face him, an apology on the tip of her tongue. But she swallowed it.

Reaching out, Lucy cradled Garcia’s face in her hands, the man’s eyes confused and full of worry for this unknown woman in front of him.

Her eyes began to burn as she looked into the eyes of the man she loved. The man who didn’t love her back. The man who didn’t even know her.

Her eyes were dark as they roamed over his innocent face. A man not yet hardened by war. Shoulders without tension. Face without the lines of pain and sadness. Eyes that seemed to glow with something she assumed was peace.

“Promise me.” Lucy begged, “When you come across the words, Rittenhouse. Walk the other way. Don’t investigate. Just stay home with your wife and daughter.”

“Wife and daughter... I-“ Garcia stuttered as he shook his head.

“No, just no, promise me.” Lucy’s voice quivered, her hands gripping tighter to him.

The man, ever still confused, nodded his head solemnly because even though she wasn’t making sense, the words coming out of mouth were sincere.

Before she could stop herself, Lucy pulled the man toward her, pressing her lips against his. She felt his own move back hesitantly against hers. And as he deepened the kiss, Lucy gave into the last moment she had with the man she loved. And she felt her heart breaking all over again.

The salt of her tears coated their lips and Garcia reached out brushing the streaks off her cheeks.

And in one moment of weakness, she almost decided to stay. Live a life here. In a past. With him.

But he deserved a life without her. Deserved a life free of pain. Without her. Without Rittenhouse. A life with Lorena and Iris. A life with his family.

Lucy pulled away and smiled sadly taking one last lingering look of his face, trying to memorize every freckle, every dimple, every part of him, “Have a happy life, Garcia.”

And then she was gone.

And the man just sat there, oblivious to everything around him, as he unconsciously brushed his fingers across his lips.

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Lucy arrived at the lifeboat a few hours later. The journey longer than she had expected. Wyatt and Rufus, who had been pacing for hours, immediately began fussing over the wound of her shoulder. But Lucy brushed them off and climbed into the lifeboat, not waiting for the others as she buckled herself in.

The team rode back in silence.

Lucy had lost the man she loved. Twice. And if anything, it hurt more the second time. She kept her eyes closed, holding onto the memory of his green eyes. The eyes she would never see again.

The lifeboat landed and she didn’t waste one second before unstrapping herself and opening the door.

However, as she began to climb out, she caught sight of somebody standing a few feet away from the time machine. Her heart felt like it had been ripped out of her chest as she slipped, falling back into Wyatt.

The man propped her up and held onto her as she scrambled out of the lifeboat, not even waiting for someone to roll up the staircase.

Walking slowly, the room around her fading away around her as if she was in a dream, she stopped just a few feet from the man in front of her.

For a moment she thought she was hallucinating again. Seeing him when he wasn’t really here. He couldn’t be here. Could he?

“Lucy?” Rufus asked, before realizing what she was staring at, “What?.... Flynn?!”

The tall man smirked, “You weren’t gone that long. I highly doubt you forgot me already.”

Rufus pointed at him, sharing a ‘holy-shit’ face with Wyatt, “But I...he- dead- WHAT?!”

Garcia’s brows furrowed as he took in the pale faces of his team. His gaze landing on Lucy who still hadn’t moved and didn’t seem to be breathing.

“Was... was I not alive?”

“You died. You were dead.” Lucy’s voice cracked, she took a hesitant step forward, before her brows furrowed, her eyes sparkling as she stalked up to him, “I told you to live your life. I told you not to go after Rittenhouse!”

The small woman’s voice echoed loudly throughout the bunker. The other time team members moving into the living area to see what all the screaming was about.

Lucy reached out, shoving Garcia back, the tall man rocking back on his heels. Staring down at her hands, Lucy was motionless. Until that moment when her hands had touched him, she hadn’t been sure he was even here. But she had touched him. He was solid. He was here.

Reaching out again, Lucy placed her hand onto Garcia’s chest, feeling the man’s heart beating steadily.

Her throat began to burn, her eyes wet as the anger built up within her.

“You were supposed to live a happy life. With your wife and daughter. I told you. I told you. Why didn’t you listen?”

Garcia waited for a moment, watching as Lucy’s chest heaved, at how she was trying so hard to keep herself from falling apart. And then he reached out. Cradling Lucy’s face. And her eyes finally, finally, met his. A small smile formed as he watched her shoulder’s drop as his thumbs stroked her cheeks.

“They’re alive.”

Lucy flinched, “What?” She whispered.

Garcia nodded, “Lorena and Iris. They’re alive. I got them out in time. I saved them. Because of your warning. I knew something bad was coming.” He let out a short laugh, “At first I thought I dreamed it all. I wasn’t even sure you were even real until I first came across the name Rittenhouse. By then I knew I had to join the fight.”

“Why?”

“Because of you Lucy.”

Lucy shook her head, confusion clouding her words as she pulled away from him, “You gave up a peaceful life. A happy life. For this?”

“For you. For this fight. Yes.”

Lucy shook her head, trying to wrap her head around what he was telling her.

Wyatt stepped up, “Your wife and daughter, are alive?”

Garcia smiled softly, “Safe and sound in Paris. With my brother.”

Lucy took a few steps backward, startling the man in front of her at her sudden movement. And before he could stop her, she turned on her heel and walked over to the couch, sinking down onto it, placing her head in her hands.

Garcia moved as if he were going to go to her, but Wyatt grabbed the tall man by the arm and lead him toward the kitchen.

“I would say I thought we were past this hatred. But since I was dead, I guess we never become friends.” Garcia said with a wry smile.

Wyatt wrinkled his nose in disgust for a second, before he sighed.

“Listen. Lucy thought you were dead. We all did. It’s not gonna be the same for her. You need to give her some space.”

Garcia’s head bowed, “I know you mean well, I do. But I will do what I think is proper. And right now I want to talk to Lucy.”

“And I can’t let you.” Wyatt said through gritted teeth, “You don’t understand. Lucy was devastated when you died. She was broken. For weeks she was in denial. And then when we found your body....”

Wyatt swallowed as he glanced at the woman across the room, her hands gripping tight to her hair.

Rufus stepped up, “She turned dark, Flynn. Killed people. She didn’t care anymore.”

“She is still Lucy.”

Wyatt stepped up toward Garcia, his eyes hard, “She may still be Lucy, but she sure as hell isn’t yours.”

Garcia held his tongue as he glared down at the younger man. And just went he went to reply, Rufus spoke, “Um guys, where did Lucy go?”

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Lucy slipped into Garcia’s room. The room she had been sleeping in since he died.

She expected it to look the same. But when she opened the door, she froze. The small cot that had been in the corner of the room was gone. And in its place was a bigger bed.

Men and women’s clothes were thrown over the chair.

Books piled high on the floor.

She hesitantly inched over and began to thumb through the papers on the desk.

They were hers.

Swallowing hard, she reached out grabbing the corner of a picture frame sticking out behind a pile of books on the window ledge.

The door creaked open behind her and she ignored it as she focused on the picture in front of her. A picture of her and Garcia. The taller man pressing a kiss to her temple as she looked up at him with an exasperated smile. It was just one of those quick print photos, but someone had placed within a nice frame, their names written in cursive above it.

“I don’t remember....”

Garcia cleared his throat, “It was a few months ago. Denise bought Jiya a camera for her birthday and she took pictures all night. Claimed we were “too cute” not to document.”

“We’re together?” The words almost getting stuck in her throat.

Garcia nodded.

“But Lorena. Iris.”

“Happy and safe. I meant what I told you, Lucy. I can never be who they want me to be. I’m a different person. And Lorena is a different person. I will always be a father to Iris. But I’m not the same. And I’m fine with that. Because now I have someone. I have you.” He said, offering her a small smile.

“I don’t know what I’m supposed to do now.”

“You don’t have to do anything.” He spoke, his voice deep, his accent just a tad thicker than before.

Lucy closed her eyes, placing the picture down on the table, wishing more than anything that she had lived this life with Garcia.

“We never got this far. Me and....my Garcia. I loved him. I never got to tell him.”

He stepped up behind her, his hand stroking up and down her arm and she leaned back into his solid chest, the tension leaving her body.

“He knew. And I can assure you he loved you back. Because I’m him. And I love you, Lucy.”

Lucy shook her head, “But I’m not the same.”

Garcia turned her around, reaching out to lift her chin when she refused to meet his eyes.

“You are Lucy Preston. And I am Garcia Flynn. And we may not be the same as we were but that doesn’t mean we aren’t still ourselves.”

Garcia waited as Lucy stared silently at him until she finally saw him.

Staring at him. Meeting those eyes. Lucy realized that maybe he was hers. A different version perhaps. But still Garcia.

She lifted her hand, brushing her finger across his forehead, down his cheek, and then drifting across his lips.

“Lucy.” He whispered, his eyes were dark as he swallowed heavily.

Lucy’s eyes sparkled with mischief for the first time in months as she teased the man in front of her.

But then she took a step back, a sad smile gracing her lips, “I, um don’t have anywhere to sleep tonight, since I’m assuming I lived here...”

“Lucy. You are more than welcome to take the bed tonight, I’ll sleep-“

“With me?”

Garcia brows shot up.

“Please. I...” She didn’t know how to say that she didn’t want him out of her sight. But without even saying anything, he understood.

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Lucy shot up in bed. The sweat glistening on her skin in the sunlight. She threw the covers onto the man beside her, who still fast asleep, and walked over to the window, yanking it opening, welcoming the cold snow air. The numbness seeped into her skin. The only way she could feel anything. To know that it was just a nightmare. That it wasn’t real. She sank to the couch beneath the window, closing her eyes.

Nightmares had plagued her nights ever since Garcia had died. Once she had welcomed them, as they were the only way she was able to see Garcia. But now that the man was sleeping peacefully not just five feet from her, the nightmares were just that....nightmares.

She studied the sleeping man, his face relaxed, his hair a mess, his arm reached out as if searching for her.

He may not be the exact same man she knew. But she welcomed him all the same.

She knew that with time they could get on the same page again.

When she woke the next morning, she found Garcia’s sweater wrapped around her. Lucy pulled it close and breathed in the scent, her eyes closing tight wishing instead it was the man himself wrapped around her. And if she had spoken him into existence, Garcia settled next to her, pulling her toward him until she was curled against him.

“What do we do now?”

Garcia held out his hand, waiting until Lucy placed her hand in his, smiling when she laced her fingers through his.

“We do this together.”

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Author’s notes: May make a second part, if you guys are interested just lemme know!

#garcy #Garcia flynn #Lucy preston #garcy ff #garcy fanfiction #garcia x lucy #flynn x lucy #timeless #timeless ff #timeless fanfiction

[northsidemarleyrose]

I Got You || Hummelrose

WHO: Marley Rose and Aaron Hummel

WHERE: Aaron’s apartment

WHEN: Thursday May 2nd, 2019

NOTES: This was headcanoned out and then put together so it reads like a self para both both players had equal input.

TRIGGERS: None that I can spot.

WORD COUNT: 1825

Marley picked up the pizza and gummy worms first, having a feeling Aaron would most likely appreciate the onion rings being the hottest. When she pulled up to his place she quickly answered her last text to her sister and silenced her phone, not wanting to have to deal with it right now. She grabbed the food, her DVD, and went up to the door and knocked.

When Aaron answered he looked tired, but he was grinning widely so she didn’t say anything, happy to just see him at all. He grabbed the food and led her inside.

“Onion rings were my last stop,” Marley informed him, flashing him a grin as she kicked her shoes off and hung her jacket up.

“You know me so well, pretty girl,” Aaron replied as he placed the food down on the table. He grabbed a couple plates from the kitchen and nearly grabbed a bottle of wine before he remembered that he wanted Marley to think he was drinking far less than he actually was. He handed her a plate and dug into the pizza and onion rings quickly and efficiently.

Marley grabbed a slice and ate it slowly, mind still a little preoccupied with all she’d been told over the last couple of days. She glanced over at Aaron every now and then, enjoying his eagerness over something so simple, something easy. It’s comfortable, sitting there nibbling at her slice while he devoured his way through the pizza and the onion rings.

When they finished, Marley stood and handed Aaron the DVD with a smirk. “You’re just like him and you’ll see that now, babe,” she teased playfully. It wasn’t something she’d ever called him in person, only during their text conversations but she figured he wouldn’t mind.

“I have never been more attracted to someone calling me babe in my life,” Aaron blurted out unashamed, which only caused Marley to blush profusely as she turned around to make her way to the couch, smiling the entire time.

Aaron would follow after a second, quite proud that even in that moment, he still managed to have the upper hand. He put the movie in and turned it on before plopping himself beside her on the couch, making himself comfortable as she curled up right beside him, not noticing his giant fucking idiot grin.

Throughout the movie Marley sits up slightly, trying to wage Aaron’s reactions to whatever was on screen at the time, especially to Flynn, but only briefly before resuming being curled to his side. She also can’t help but sing along to all the songs, but she does so quietly so he can still actually hear the TV. That being said, Aaron decided to actually pay attention to her because, not that he’d likely admit it to anyone else, he thought it was the cutest thing in the world. During Marley would call the emotional peak of the movie, she couldn’t help but tear up when Flynn cuts Rapunzel’s hair, even if she’d seen it many times before and she prayed Aaron didn’t notice (but he did but he’s nice enough not to comment). Because of this, she actually forgot to see what Aaron thought. He was actually pretty lucky in this regard because he couldn’t help but getting a little emotional himself.

When the credits started to roll, Marley sat up, turned to face Aaron, legs under her, and just waited for his reaction. She raised an eyebrow at him expectantly.

“It was good. Flynn is definitely good Halloween costume material,” he said, purposely being vague. “You could even go as Rapunzel for Halloween if you wanted, pretty girl.”

Marley shot him a very smug look. “So you liked it and you liked him,” she replied triumphantly.

“I did,” Aaron confirmed. “He was very charming. I think he deserved his own movie.”

Marley laughed, very pleased at her victory, being sure to take it all in in case she had to use it against him. “So you’re saying I’m right, right?” She asked, internally willing him to finally give in.

Aaron paused before agreeing. “Yes, I am more like Flynn than Hans, is that what you wanted to hear?” He teased her.

Marley smiled and leaned forward, kissing him softly. She couldn’t help it, ‘even if the world is confusing right now, this, right here, isn’t’ she thought. After a few seconds, she leaned back, red again, but that’s not all that surprising at this point. She looked up at him and shrugged. “I like winning,” she tried to justify, weakly.

“If I get kissed every time you win then I will let you win all of the time,” Aaron smirked.

“Noted.” And she kissed him again because that’s all she wanted to think about right then and Aaron was obviously more than happy to oblige.

This goes on for a little while before Marley pulled back, only slightly though. She stayed close, practically on his lap, forehead on his shoulder and she just took in the moment, trying to fight back all the emotions bubbling inside of her, trying to fight their way out, probably in the form of tears. Aaron doesn’t mind and held her quietly, running his hands through her hair gently.

After a while she shifted, turning slightly, but still in contact. “I’m too tired to move, so you’re stuck here now,” she joked, only half serious. She was really tired but she’d go when it’s time.

“Well you can pick one of two options then,” Aaron replied “You’re welcome to stay here, you shouldn’t be driving if you’re that tired. So you can either sleep in my room with me again or I can take the couch if you just need some space.”

“There’s no way I’m sleeping in your room without you,” Marley answered. “With my luck I’d wake up in the middle of the night and have no clue where I was,” she added before Aaron could throw in a smart comment. She was a little surprised at herself for coming up with something so convincing on the fly like that, but there was no way she was going to show it.

Aaron, shockingly enough didn’t entirely buy that, but he rolled with it anyway. “Okay, pretty girl,” he grinned, earning himself a small smile back from Marley. With that, Marley moved slightly so Aaron can turn the TV off and lead her down the hall to his bedroom. Being the obnoxious dork that he is, Aaron bowed and gestured at the bed. “What’s mine is yours, princess.”

Marley laughed before coming to the sudden realization that she didn’t really have anything to sleep in. “Do you have like a t-shirt or something…?” She asked quietly; this hadn’t exactly been on her radar tonight.

Aaron nodded, grabbing a t-shirt and tossing it over to her. She caught it and walked out, heading towards the bathroom. “I really wouldn't mind if you changed in here,” Aaron called after her.

Marley rolled her eyes, not that Aaron could see, her back was to him. She knew he wouldn’t mind, but she she did, at least for now. After a minute, she padded back into his bedroom, barefoot, in his stupid t-shirt.

In the time it took Marley to change, Aaron changed into a pair of pyjama pants and removed his shirt. When she came back he couldn’t help but grin. “Looks good on you, pretty girl,” he remarked.

Marley smiled and looked down, she really should have expected such a comment but it makes her blush nonetheless. “You’re not so bad yourself,” she said, walking over and sitting on the bed, not quite ready to lay down.

Aaron readily plopped onto the bed, but leaned up on his elbow so he could still see her face. “I had a great time tonight, princess. Really. Plus, you saved me from having to cook, which you know I totally can, I just didn’t want to, and I got to see you,” he went on, making sure she knew he had a good night.

“Tonight is exactly what I needed,” Marley nodded. “And you promise you actually liked it and you aren’t just telling me what I want to hear?” She asked, not sure why exactly it means so much to her.

“Yes,” Aaron assured. “I liked it, and you’re right, it is better than Frozen. I might even watch it again.”

Marley beamed before finally laying down and pulling the covers up around her. She laid there quietly for a moment, staring at the ceiling like it had the answer to life itself. Eventually she turned her head and faced Aaron. “Thank you. Really,” she said quietly, not much more than a whisper.

Aaron shrugged slightly. “I meant what I said. Anything for you. If I suddenly changed my mind of processing issues that you’d do the same for me.”

“Yeah, but this was me avoiding any kind of processing,” she tried, and failed, to joke.

"Still, you'd do the same for me. I'd do anything for you, works out fine. Sometimes you just need a night away from processing,” Aaron reasoned.

Unfortunately in her mind, she couldn’t argue with that logic. It was true, she would be there for him for whatever he needed at this point and she already proved, so him doing the same shouldn’t be as big of a deal as she was seemingly making it. She sighed and scooted a tiny bit closer to Aaron.

Aaron reached over and gently touched her arm, doing his best to let her know that he was there. Marley took this as an invitation, and slid right over to him, using his chest as a pillow now and wrapped an arm around his torso. Aaron wrapped his arm around her, rubbing her back.

Moments passed and Marley couldn’t help herself. “You’re being very sweet,” she grinned, already knowing he’d disagree.

"Whatever you want to think, princess. Just know I'm not sweet and this is completely selfish,” Aaron retorted with confidence.

"If this was entirely selfish, wouldn't you be trying to get laid?" Marley laughed, shaking her head.

"I'm very offended you think sex is the only thing I want from people.” Aaron exclaimed, feigning hurt. “Sometimes having cute girls wearing my shirts and sleeping in my bed is enough for me."

“I’m never living this t-shirt thing down, am I?” Marley asked, making a face, trying not to smile.

"Absolutely not, princess. You're wearing it, you look great, you should want to never live it down,” he smirked, knowing full well that the smirk was evident in his voice.

Marley looked up at Aaron, doing her best not to smile back at him and rolled her eyes.

Aaron grinned and kissed her forehead. “Night, pretty girl.”

Marley put her head back on his chest, blood rushing to her cheeks for probably the millionth time that night. “Good night, handsome.”

#aaron #para #//this is so sweet it could give you cavities

[nadiineross]

idk if you are still looking for prompts but I just thought of this one, so here you go: Nadine and Chloe are attending a party and have to arrive separately for some thief-y reason, and when Chloe sees Nadine walking in wearing a dapper ass bespoke suit she like, chokes on her champagne because holy shit soft butch Nadine?? Is so so hot??? Even if you can’t write it I just had to get that idea out into the world. Thx for listening!

listen……….. i actually have a wip thats set pre-tll from a year ago abt chloe meeting nadine at a fancy event and dying bc nadine looks So Good in her suit but i dunno where im gonna go with that so i just wrote a new thing so here u go:

Chloe would take mucking about in old ruins, dressed in a tattered old shirt and jeans, over attending a stuffy party in clothes that cost more than the rest of her wardrobe combined any day of the week.

She didn’t hate dressing up, she was actually rather good at it honestly, but she was the type of woman accustomed to tactile boots, ratty jeans, and heavy leather jackets. Still, she knew how to have her fun.

She took a certain joy out of shocking people in ways other than throwing a grenade at them — she’d done it with Nate when they first met, when she saved his arse not a day after kicking it, and even that first time with Flynn, before that whole Shambhala mess. (The times where she’d surprised him out of necessity didn’t count.)

The bottom line: she was bored, she looked amazing, and people were staring.

It was a corporate dinner party hosted in the biggest hall offered by the most expensive five-star hotel in England. This meant there were a lot of older white men milling around to impress which wasn’t what Chloe would call hard.

Her hair was twisted and pinned into an elaborate updo that had taken her an hour to finish. The dress she wore was burgundy and off-the-shoulder, scooping to reveal three-quarters of her wiry back. Fabric wound across her chest, exposing her collarbones, and around both her biceps. Button-sized red gems hung by intricate golden hooks from her ears, accompanied by less elaborate yet equally shiny jewellery through her second lobe piercings and her helix. In her nose, she had a single gold hoop. Her clutch was small and simple, and only contained her phone and some cash.

And, of course, she arrived barely under an hour late just to make a scene.

She’d made a beeline for the bar upon arriving and hadn’t moved an inch for the hour that she’d been there. Men and women alike had ventured near to brush by her elbows and many had attempted to strike a conversation with her, and the ones that were polite or interesting enough, she entertained.

A man, hair streaked with grey, eyed her from across the room. She fought not to roll her eyes and turned back to the bartender when she failed so he wouldn’t see.

“What’s the time, mate?” she asked, leaning over the table on her arms.

The bartender glanced at her watch. “Almost eight,” she said, topping off her glass of champagne.

Chloe sighed.

She knew Nadine had said she might be late, but two hours was just ridiculous.

They’d been together as partners for two years now and for half that time, they’ve been together as, well, whatever you called two people who flew around the world to find some treasure and then fucked wildly in a hotel room and departed again until the next time.

This time, they had been apart for almost a month and Chloe had been getting a little antsy in Nadine’s absence. She’d been scrambling to come up with jobs in an attempt to meet her again but Nadine had blocked them all with valid reason.

Finally, she found one with a good enough payoff to danger ratio that Nadine could not refuse: they were to find an architect who was under the employment of a filthy rich collector named Gregory Scripps and with the help of the floor plan of his home, they would rob him blind.

The architect, Cole Sanders, just so happened to be under contract with one of the big corporations sponsoring the event tonight. Scripps had been invited, his brother being an executive at the company that had hired Sanders.

Chloe’s part of the job was to get a general idea of what Scripps would have locked up in his to-be-constructed fortress of a home as well as nicking Sanders’ room card off of him so Nadine could sneak in to his room and steal the plans.

The woman in question was, evidently, feeling a bit sore about Chloe leaving her to wait in a war zone when they’d first met and was dishing out some revenge.

She knew for a fact Nadine’s plane from Johannesburg had landed barely a half hour after her’s from Darwin and Chloe had spent a good hour in her hotel room scrolling through her phone. She didn’t know what Nadine was getting up to in her free time, but she decided that there would be a stern exchange of words when she decided to actually show up.

Within the hour, she’d already talked to Scripps, the slimy bloke he was, and had formed a long list of things she’d have to steal from him just to patch her soul up after spending that time in his company.

And Nadine? Nowhere to be—

“Whoa,” the bartender gaped, eyes wide.

Chloe turned just to see what the racket was about, taking a slow sip of her champagne to seem uninterested.

Then, gracefully, like the refined woman she was, she choked and sputtered and nearly dribbled.

Nadine arrived, guarded eyes already boring into Chloe’s from across the room.

“Holy shit,” she wheezed, a napkin balled up in her fist.

Nadine was dressed in a three-piece suit, probably bespoke.

The bottom layer was a pale blue dress shirt, almost white if one didn’t pay close enough attention, and was buttoned up to the top until the stiff collars wrapped around the base of Nadine’s throat. Over it was a crisp black pinstriped vest, joined in the middle by three shiny buttons. The trousers and blazer were well-fitted to Nadine’s figure and similarly black and striped. The lapels of her suit were carefully cut and the material of her suit folding in ways that looked too deliberate to count as wrinkles, the shoulders sloping.

Her hair was untied, the curls and frizzes brushing the shoulders of her suit and tickling against her neck where the top of her scar was, the rest disappearing under the collar of her shirt. Her hair was a bit longer than the last time Chloe had seen her.

As Nadine approached, Chloe noticed that the suit wasn’t black, instead, it was a very dark grey, and that she wore a silver watch on one wrist and a plain silver ring on the middle finger of her left hand.

Chloe’s eyes didn’t know where to stay, so they just continued sweeping up and down Nadine’s body.

When Nadine stopped a step away, Chloe settled on her eyes, ringed with simple eyeliner.

“You’re late,” Chloe said, voice coming out raspier than she intended. She didn’t have the nerve to attempt another swig from her champagne.

“I took the long way,” she said, eyes flickering away from Chloe’s face to her dress, then back up. She swallowed. “You look… beautiful.”

Chloe would have blushed if she were the type. She pushed herself up to her feet, off the bar, and looked curiously at Nadine. “When did you get this?”

Nadine raised her eyebrow, head tilting ever so slightly. Chloe felt herself get a little wet—correction: a little wetter.

She reached out and hooked a finger under Nadine’s lapel, dragging the finger down to the top of her breast. “The suit. When did you get it?”

“Oh,” she said, looking down to where Chloe had her suit held in her hand, her thumb rubbing circles into the material. “This is old. You said we should dress to impress.”

“I know what I said,” Chloe scoffed, incredulous. “I’m dressed to impress. You are dressed to bloody murder me.”

Nadine laughed and pushed closer so Chloe had to move back into the table, the edge cold against her skin. She was shorter right now, her polished brown shoes incomparable to Chloe’s heels, but the air of authority that came with the outfit made Chloe want to bend over backwards for her.

Chloe figured she would do just about anything to and for Nadine right about now.

Nadine held a hand out in the space between them and smirked wider when Chloe took it immediately. The ring on Nadine’s finger pressed against Chloe’s hand.

“This isn’t a dancing kind of party, love,” Chloe said, allowing herself to be led into the crowd. “We could be doing something else tonight though.”

“We’re mingling. What else is there to do?”

Chloe scowled and yanked her around before she let go entirely. “What do you think?”

Nadine gave her a cursory glance before turning back to people watching over Chloe’s shoulder. “Where’s Scripps?”

“I spoke to him already,” Chloe said after a moment. If Nadine didn’t want to talk about whatever they were doing, then she wouldn’t press. She didn’t exactly know how fragile they were and wasn’t about to accidentally break it off by forcing a discussion.

“Hm.” Nadine twisted her lips in thought. Chloe resisted the urge to wrap a hand around the back of Nadine’s neck and drag her in for a kiss. “And Sanders?”

“Your eight.”

Nadine turned them towards him with a firm hand on Chloe’s bare skin. Once she saw Sanders, they moved closer to him and then bypassed him entirely only a moment later. Without stopping, Nadine led them towards the elevators near the lobby.

“I’ll go,” Chloe said. “I’m tired of those corporate types.”

“Are you sure?”

Chloe rolled her eyes and waved the key card she’d slipped from Sanders’ pocket between her index and middle finger. “I’ve gotten this far without your help.”

The elevator arrived before Nadine could say anything smart in response.

Chloe made it quick; up to the seventh floor, into his room, and back down, the picture of the Scripps mansion layouts in her camera roll. She’d even gotten quick snaps of Sanders’ other jobs in case they were ever in a tight spot and needed a rich home or two to rob.

She shot off a quick text to Nadine, not waiting for a reply before she tucked her phone back into her purse.

Nadine was waiting for her when the elevator door opened, her blazer hanging over her shoulder, showing off her wonderfully bulging forearms from the bottoms of her folded sleeves. She jerked her head to the bathrooms.

When they were inside, Chloe moved to the sinks in the guise of touching up her lipstick while Nadine bent to look under the stalls. Empty.

She stood behind Chloe, close enough for Chloe to feel the top of her blazer brush against her back.

Chloe moved her head to the side, looking down at her own shoulder, then, to spy Nadine out the corner of her eye. “Yes?”

“Did you get it?”

Chloe rolled her eyes and shook her clutch in the air. “Yes, you doubt me?”

Nadine took it and pocketed it into her blazer, smiling. “Never.”

“Liar.”

“Makes two, hey.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” said Chloe. “I’ve never lied to anyone about anything ever in my life.”

Nadine snorted and reached up to rake her fingers through her hair, moving it one way, then the other.

Chloe turned suddenly. She pulled Nadine’s arm away from her own head and gripped tightly, walking them into the wall by the stalls. She used her other hand to cup Nadine’s cheek, and then she kissed her, hard and open-mouthed.

Nadine’s lips were parted and curved into a smile. She placed a warm hand on the curve of Chloe’s lower back, her thumb pushing into the skin just above her dress.

When they pulled apart, Chloe sucked in a breath and grinned. Nadine just opened her eyes and smiled back, one hand on Chloe, the other in the pocket of her trousers. Chloe wanted to laugh at the whole thing.

“Hello,” she whispered, pecking the corner of Nadine’s mouth.

“Hi.”

“How was this past month?”

“Good.”

“In the mood for single word replies, are you?” Chloe asked. Nadine looked amused at that. “I can see—feel—that you’ve been working out.”

She gave Nadine’s arm a squeeze. Nadine hummed. “Ja.” A beat. “Nice to have work to do though.”

Chloe placed both her hands on Nadine’s front, deftly working the top three buttons so she could touch Nadine’s bare chest, and leaned in. “Did you miss it?”

Nadine watched her, carefully. Then, tentatively, she stilled Chloe’s hands over her scar and gripped them gently.

“I missed you.”

Instantly, Chloe grinned and curved her fingers around Nadine’s. “Oh god, me too.” She kissed Nadine again, relieved. “Meet me outside? I have a key card to return.”

Nadine huffed a laugh when Chloe took her blazer to drape around herself and nodded her assent.

It was November at the moment, the night air harsh and frigid enough to pull a faint mist from Nadine’s mouth every time she breathed out. Chloe stared at her for a moment after she had slipped the card back into Sanders’ pocket and entered the lobby in search of Nadine.

The sleeves of her dress shirt were rolled back down to her wrists and her vest was buttoned properly up. The shirt was still left open, the collar jutting out from the smoothness of her vest. It gave her a sharper look, her profile cutting into lines and obtuse angles. Her hands were in her pockets, examining her shoes as she rolled on the balls of her feet.

She looked vaguely like a teenager waiting outside for their date to the prom, gathering the nerve to actually knock on the door.

It was then that she looked up, catching Chloe through the glinting windows, and she smiled softly with no teeth. Chloe’s heart sped up and she twiddled her fingers in a wave, joining her outside a second later. She returned Nadine’s blazer, having gotten her own coat back from coat check earlier.

Nadine offered her an arm to take, leaving her blazer unbuttoned.

The walk to Chloe’s hotel started silently, apart from the occasional car speeding by. There was a bridge they had to cross, but Chloe stopped in the middle and looked out over the river.

“Nadine.”

“Yes.”

Chloe inhaled sharply and steeled herself, and very slowly she turned with her arms held out. They weren’t too high, because Chloe felt a bit embarrassed about this to begin with, but they were high enough to look awkward if nothing happened.

Nadine wound her arms around Chloe’s middle, thank god for that. Chloe slung her own around Nadine’s neck and sighed into her hair. She was engulfed in warmth and she didn’t want to leave it.

“Can you stay in London a bit longer?” Chloe asked. “I missed you.”

She felt Nadine nod against her. Then: “We should talk. About this, I mean.”

“We will.”

“Okay.”

Chloe pulled away. “Okay,” she replied and pressed a kiss to Nadine’s cheek. “Let’s get going then. A warm and empty hotel room is waiting for us.”

“Of course.” Nadine laughed and once again gave her an arm to grab onto.

This whole dapper gentlewoman thing, well, Chloe would miss it sorely when she inevitably stripped it off Nadine later. For now, she was going to indulge herself.

#chlodine #chlodinefics #nadine....... a whole stud.......... #auntiope-3000 #ask

[lydias--stiles]

Kiss prompt 19 Juke

KISS PROMPTS (closed)

19. One person stopping a kiss to ask “Do you want to do this?”, only to have the other person answer with a deeper, more passionate kiss.

(high school au)

In retrospect, the game ‘Seven Minutes In Heaven’ was a really bad idea. It could’ve really fucked them over had it not been the right time or place. It had been, thank God, but neither would risk it all again any time soon.

Julie was a mess. 

Carrie’s house parties were, as expected, completely out of control. The kitchen was filled to the brim with alcohol, music boomed from stereos that probably reached the other side of LA, drunkards jumped in the pool and drinking games were started on a whim. 

She’s avoided ‘Circle Of Death’, ‘Fuck The Dealer’, beer pong, flip cup, ‘Avalanche’ and whatever else existed. All she really wanted to do was dance and forget Luke had been flirting with Yasmine, a senior girl. 

God, she was such a cliché. Of course, she was in love with her best friend. It didn’t help he was a year older nor that it was uncommon for her to feel like a child. She knew that was stupid. They were completely on the same wavelength and were super close, but then she saw some of the girls he liked talking to… 

Yasmine was pretty and experienced and Julie was definitely not. Not in that way, at least. It wasn’t like she had a shot with Luke either, both strictly friends, but his interest in Yasmine didn’t help her self-esteem. 

In a moment of weakness, (a combination of too many White Claws, the buzz of dancing, the taste of teenage angst, the bitter fantasy of being with him) Flynn and Kayla managed to drag her to the den. It was slightly quieter here. A group of kids were sprawled over the many couches in a circle, Carrie standing in the middle like some warrior in glitter. 

Luke was there too. He saluted at her from the other side of the room as she sat down, amusement pulling on his lips.

“Alright,” Carrie declared. “Seven minutes in heaven! If you’re not into it, leave!”

A few left, Julie almost joining them in fright, when Flynn held her down. Her nails dug in her arm, a coy look crossing her hazy features.

“You either get over Luke, or you get with Luke.”

Julie shook her head. “No. This isn’t happening.”

“It is,” Kayla grinned. The girls high-fived each other. “You’re welcome.”

The game began. A suffering Julie watched on as Alex and Willie had no qualms pulling each other into the wall closet. They were lucky, basically already a couple with their very blatant flirting. She focused on talking to the girls or teasing the ones that were chosen, pointedly not looking in Luke’s direction. 

What if he saw it in her eyes? That she wanted him? She’d die of mortification. 

It was hard to not like Luke. He was the definition of effervescence. Every little thing he did had intention. Dialling his charm up to eleven, laughing harder than anyone else, encouraging her to chase all the dreams tucked in her dream-box with awed conviction. It was like he didn’t even have to try to be all-encompassing; he just was.

And she wasn’t the only who noticed. Ever since they’ve been friends - her a freshman and he a sophomore - she has seen girls come and go on his radar. Nothing ever stuck. Whenever Alex and Reggie called him out for it, he claimed he was too focused on music to care about that stuff. 

She didn’t know whether that should make her happy or not. 

Just as she was getting bored, leaning against Flynn while her friend recounted a story from her job, the bottle was handed to Luke. Instinctively, Julie straightened up. Her heart pounded in her throat, muscles straining and lungs constricting. This crush would kill her one day. 

It spun and spun and spun and slowed down and twisted precariously, lingered and then… landed undoubtedly on Julie.

Shit.

Kayla gasped, cause of course she had to be unsubtle about it, while Flynn slapped her arm. Her friends were fucking wonderful. 

Their eyes met, hers nervous and his apprehensive. God, that hurt. They didn’t even have to do anything. 

“Chop chop,” Carrie smirked. Everyone knew they were best friends and a handful, like Carrie, picked up on Julie’s differing emotions. She was eating this up. “Go and make out!”

The crowd hollered as they stood up, this time with Luke rolling his at her, as if that would be comforting. She knew what he was trying to do, silently calling them idiots, but she just felt like the biggest idiot of all. 

The closet door slammed shut. Encased in the dark, Julie tried to even her breathing. 

“Huh,” Luke mused, so close she felt the words ghost her face. “Thought it would be bigger.”

She crossed her arms and leaned back as best as she could. “This is so lame.”

“Then why were you in the circle?”

“Why were you in the circle?” she retorted. Though usually a terrible liar, the obscurity helped her sell it. No way he saw her red cheeks and skittish gaze. 

Her body was burning. He was too near, every cell of her all too aware of where he was. The hairs on their skin brushed when they inhaled, their hands mere inches away. They didn’t need to move to kiss; only needed to tilt her head to kiss him.

Kiss him, kiss him, kiss him. 

“Where were you, by the way?” he asked, faux-offended. “‘Toto’ was playing and I didn’t have my dance partner!” 

She laughed, the tension marginally eased. “Sorry. I was busy avoiding Flynn from pulling me into a drinking game.”

“Aha! So, this is also Flynn’s plan.”

She shrugged. “More or less.” And then- “Were you hoping for Yasmine?”

What the fuck. Why did she say that?! It sounded so jealous! If he could see her, he’d remark she was going green with envy. Her eyes shut in embarrassment, waiting for a bark of laughter and a coy confession that yes, he was hoping to get alone with her. 

Instead, she got a hesitant pause. “You- you think I wanna get with Yasmine?”

Swallowing back the pain, she uttered: “She’s pretty.”

“I guess.”

Another pause, more loaded with unsaid implications and rising temperatures. She felt him shifting on his feet, his arm swiping past hers and alighting her heart into a frenzy. 

Kiss him, kiss him, kiss him.  

“I want you.” Her eyes widened as she blurted out the double entendre. “To keep talking! I want you to keep talking.”

“Right,” he chuckled, a nervous edge to his tone. “Uh…”

Julie sighed, frustration building in her chest. “How long does seven minutes take?”

Luke scoffed. “Damn, Jules, it’s that bad to be in a closet with me?”

“No!” Gah! She was doing everything wrong! “That’s not… I didn’t mean it like that. I’m just-” Letting out a breath, she took a risk: “-nervous.”

All at once, she deflated with relief. It was out. No turning back. He could do whatever he wanted with that information.  

“Good or bad nervous?” he whispered.

And then she felt it again, his hand coming near, knuckles bumping against hers. It pricked and sparked and she was losing her mind a little. But they were so close to something and Julie was too curious - too dazed - to not see where it led to.  

“Good.” Her head tilted up, brave. “Very good.”

The quiet words lit a match, Luke surging forward as his hands slipped around her face and pressed an urgent kiss on her lips. It was so fast, so unexpectedly dizzying, that she didn’t have time to react. Right as she leaned in, he pulled away. 

His voice trembled, thumbs swiping her cheeks. “Do you wanna do this?”

An incredulous chuckle leapt from her mouth, a beat later crashing their lips back together with two years of hidden passion pouring out. He groaned, hands clenched around her jaw and waist as hers were gripping his neck. Her soul was on fire, adrenaline coursing through her bloodstream at a tempo she couldn’t keep up with. 

They deepened the kiss, tongues grazing past lips and teeth and eliciting pleasurable sighs and needy whimpers. Falling onto her side of the closet, Julie interrupted the kiss to giggle at his frantic rush. 

“Don’t laugh,” he giggled along, muffling the sound with another kiss as he crowded over her. 

It was intoxicating. The faint scent of his cologne, allowing her nails to trail his jaw, arching into him like he etched a space for her long ago. Kissing Luke was better than any drink she could get here.  

When his face shifted, lips dropping to her jaw and shrivelling any rational thought she might’ve had, she gasped out: “I take it you weren’t interested in Yas?”

“Never,” he mumbled. Having him so close, she saw the way his hooded eyes flicked up at her. “Is this real to you?”

The nod was fast and the kiss even faster, their incessant grins keeping them from tilting off their axis. This was the realest she’s ever been with him. This was the only way she could ever be with him; impossible to go back to friends after this. Every touch drove her further into her feelings, that delicious type of wild she’d been craving for so long. 

His hands snuck underneath her top, its warmth causing shivers up her spine and a pleased smile to curl his lips. The move made her push the beanie from his head and rake her fingers through the soft locks. It was the right call, their teasing game washing away any sense of doubt or fear. 

Or sense of time.

The door flung open. Instantly, everyone in the room started screaming and whistling at the sight of the pair’s compromising position. Flynn and Kayla were hugging each other as if their favourite artists just appeared in front of them. Alex and Reggie body-slammed in victory. 

Julie couldn’t be bothered to feel embarrassed. Luke and her were finally where they were supposed to be. Noting the cocky grin crawling up his face, he was thinking the same thing.  

Carrie was unfazed, a quirked brow assessing them.

“Had fun?”

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