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That's All She Wrote - Chapter 23

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Chapter 23: Morning Glory (2.4) ~ 13k

The same person who invented Mondays, homework, and mayonnaise invented ending a second-first date, Roxy thought, walking through the front doors of the Palm Woods, hand in hand with James.

She had done everything in her power to slow down time once the actors took their final bows - Taking the long way home from the theater, pretending like the Pontiac had almost run out of gas so they had to stop at a gas station for slushies, kissing her date more than a few times in the dark Palm Woods parking lot - but still, the night had to come to an end, even as she reluctantly dragged her feet along the ancient hotel carpet.

Though she pretty sure James had caught on, seeing as he wasn’t walking all that fast either, and that made her feel better but still didn’t change the reality that all good things must come to an end.

Once they reached the theater, they inadvertently run into a pair of siblings who struck out at the box office, so they happily passed off their extra tickets before making their way to their balcony seats.

American Idiot had been phenomenal, a harrowing tale filled with all her favorite songs from the Green Day album of the same name and a couple of twists and turns she hadn’t been expecting. Roxy even cried at the end, which would have been embarrassing under any other circumstances, but James simply wrapped his arm around her and let her silently weep on his shoulder until she was ready to leave the darkness of the theater.

Live music could be so inspiring.

Throughout the night, he had told her a thousand different times how beautiful she looked in her thematically red and black outfit, held her bag patiently when she ran to the bathroom to fix her makeup after the show, and graciously paid for her gas tank and cherry slushie.

Everything had been perfect, but now they were standing at the door to 2-H and Roxy was fiddling with her keys trying to stall for even a few precious seconds longer.

“I had a great time tonight,” James shared, watching her hands intently as she flipped a few of the keys around the ring, the cheesy I Heart L.A. keychain clamoring the loudest. “But I’ve got to admit this is a really awkward way to drop you off.”

“Right? Like, how are we even supposed to end this?”

Hands gently grabbing her waist to pull her closer, James pressed a slow kiss to Roxy’s lips before mumbling, “Like any other date, I guess… Call me?”

All she could manage was a nod in response, looking up at him. It didn’t matter how much he had kissed her over the last few days of their relationship, her brain still managed to short-circuit every single time.

As her boyfriend made his way over to 2-J with a final wave, she quickly pulled out her phone.

Buzz buzz

Hearing his small exhale of a chuckle as he removed his phone from his pocket and checked the caller ID, Roxy bit into her lip when he pressed the accept call button.

“When can I see you again?” She giggled through the microphone as she watched his back, barely hearing her own voice come through the receiver on his phone a few paces down.

James’ reply took a moment as cradled the phone between his shoulder and ear while he slid his key into 2-J’s lock. “Tomorrow morning if I’m lucky.”

“You’re not that lucky,” His assistant shot back before she could stop herself, closing and locking the door to 2-H once she was inside.

“Wait!” She could practically hear his cheeks flush. “I didn’t mean-”

“Goodnight, James. Thanks for showing me a good time.”

“My pleasure, Rox. Goodnight.”

As she hung up the phone, a grin plastered across her face, her finger hovered over Jo’s contact information, and for a moment she wondered if she should call her to dish out all the juicy details of her night out. Regardless of what she told the actress, it would eventually end up making its way to Camille, and as selfish as it was, Roxy didn’t want her to know anything about her perfect date. Besides, to tell Jo and ask that she would exclude it from their other friend was just cruel, so she sighed and locked her phone.

I’ll just tell someone in the morning.

That didn’t dispel the feeling of sadness deflating her chest as she shuffled into her bedroom, wishing Camille would come to speak with her about everything that had gone down between her and James. The actress had managed to work it out with Logan, though they were trying their “Just Friends” relationship and miserably failing, but for some reason, she was avoiding bringing the subject up to Roxy.

Getting ready for her date tonight without Jo and Camille just felt wrong.

It bothered her beyond belief, but she was a stubborn girl - She had just waited months for the boy she liked to ask her out based on a non-important conversation they had within the first two months of knowing each other. If Camille was interested in playing the long game, Roxy had no trouble willing to wait her out.

***

Buzz buzz

A few hours later, after the most sleepless night of Roxy’s life, as she kept replaying her date with James over and over again in her head, she received a phone call around 3 a.m. according to her bedside clock.

Electing to ignore it, she rolled over to the other side of her bed, snuggling into her covers and giant stuffy puppy, letting it buzz a few more times before finally deciding to try and drift off to sleep.

The best part about the night, she decided, was how openly physical they could be with each other. Going from friends to partners certainly had it’s merits - including a long established comfort level with the boy who just couldn’t keep his hands off of her. There was no awkward instances of her going for the handshake while he went for the hug or mental debate over kissing at the front door… Everything was just perfect.

Just as she was on the verge of slumber, pretending it was James’ arms wrapped around her and not her plush duvet, her phone rang again and the girl ducked under her pillow to escape the annoying sound.

She knew that because someone had called twice, it was probably important information, and due to the lateness of the hour, she couldn’t imagine that the news was good.

That thought raked a bit of panic into her heart, uncomfortably skipping a few beats as she finally reached over to her nightstand and pulled her phone off the charger.

Buzz buzz

Incoming Call: Kelly Wainwright

Pressing accept, her “Hello?” came out a bit more strained than she had anticipated.

“Good morning!” Chipper as ever, the talent scout’s voice carried through the phone. “Gustavo landed us a spot on the local news. I need you to get the boys to the station by 5 a.m.”

Roxy groaned, rolling over so her phone was perfectly balanced on her cheek. “Kelly…”

“Think about it! Millions of people watch the L.A. morning news! It’s a great exposure opportunity.”

“As true as that is, couldn’t you have given us a little warning?”

A few waves of laughter rolled through the receiver. “If we don’t pick the slot up someone else will. Now come on! I’ll call to wake the boys if it makes it easier - We just need your shining faces in the studio at 5.”

“You’ve got it.” The assistant grumbled, fumbling onto her back and staring up at the bits of moonlight bleeding into her ceiling. “Studio. Boys. 5 a.m… Do I need my guitar?”

“Nope. We just need you on assistant duty today. Gustavo will bring the music track from the studio.”

With a click, the line went dead, leaving the girl alone in silence as she decided between dressing in a camera-ready outfit or her oldest, comfiest tracksuit.

I just never know with those boys, She thought, rolling out of bed and opening her closet, digging out a nice, long skirt and top. So, dress my best… Just in case.

***

“Can you believe this?” Carlos cried through a stifled yawn, prancing around the set Gustavo and Kelly had managed to ship to the news studio from Rocque Records.

The same backdrop they had used on tour - A smooth, red velvet curtain behind a gigantic light-up “Big Time Rush” sign and their signature swirl logo splashed across the linoleum floor - had been set up at the station long before the teens, Katie, and Mrs. Knight had even arrived.

Lazily swinging his hand laced through his assistant’s back and forth as he took in the set, James exclaimed, “We’re performing on live TV!” while the girl sent a quick text message to her dad to see if he could potentially tune into the broadcast.

“You say that like it’s more impressive than a nationwide tour…” Roxy trailed off, slipping her phone back into her backpack and taking in all the behind-the-scenes crew hustling around them, getting set up for the beginning of the program.

She still had yet to tell her father she and James were seeing each other, but that would be a problem to solve at a far later time.

“Can you believe it’s 5 a.m.?” Logan cut in, who had the entire ride there been more than vocal about his disdain for the early hour.

Kendall had it the worst, however, towing his half-asleep mother through the building to their green room. It seemed as though early rising wasn’t a genetic trait the eldest of the Knight Family possessed. “Why do early morning shows have to shoot so early in the morning?”

Gently reaching up to tap his mother on the shoulder, Katie stopped him by letting out a sharp, “Uh, uh! Don’t wake her! She hasn’t had her eight hours of sleep yet,” despite her nose being buried in her DS game.

“Like any of us have,” The assistant whined, leaning into James’ side for support as the group stopped walking in the middle of the set. “But this is a good thing for us. Lots of exposure and whatnot.”

She said that more for herself than the band. It had been nearly nine months since her last 2 a.m. to 6 a.m. radio show, so she was no stranger to being up so early in the morning, but since coming to L.A., her 9 to 5 job sleep schedule had gotten her body back into a traditional rhythm. The early hour was hitting her hard, but she was doing her best to keep morale high so her band could put on the best performance they could.

“Big Time Rush! Huge fan!” From their left, a woman dressed in a black power suit approached the group, a clipboard in one hand and a pen in the other. Her black glasses matched the darkness of her outfit and the headset attached to her ear suggested she was someone essential to the morning production team. Behind her trailed another, taller woman, carrying a similar clipboard. “I’m Jane Kennedy, the producer, and welcome to A.M. L.A. Los Angeles’ number one morning show. Come on!”

So cheerful despite the time of day, her personality shone as bright as the sun as she beckoned the group over to the set with a few giggles.

Following her, everyone made their way over to the part of the set containing the news anchor desk, where a man in a charcoal suit was having his hair and makeup done while sipping from a cup of coffee. All around them, staff members whizzed by with different pieces of camera equipment and cue cards, ready to start production at a moment’s notice.

“That’s L.A.’s number one morning host, Miles Bainbridge, warming up L.A.’s number one teleprompter…”

Reading from the screen as his hair was being brushed back, Miles proclaimed, “No, I’m pretty sure Los Angeles is just one word.”

His comment made the assistant chuckle a bit as she thought he was trying to liven up the groggy crew with a joke, but she quickly realized he had meant it as Jane hissed, “This way!” and ushered the group in a new direction.

“And this is the green room!” She shared, walking into a well-lit room toward the back of the studio. It was quite spacious and featured an array of snacks, drinks, and pop culture magazines Roxy couldn’t wait to get her hands on. “You can relax, eat, and meet our other guests like actor environmentalist Ed Begley Jr.”

Dragging his girlfriend over to the refreshments table, along with the rest of the band, James and the boys were quick to break into the provided goodies.

Seeing Ed Begley Jr. unnerved the assistant a bit, seeing as the last time he had been involved in their lives, Griffin had shipped them back to Minnesota without a second thought in favor of the actor environmentalist reading out children’s books. However, if that hadn’t happened, she might not have fully realized her feelings toward James, so she overlooked his presence for now and politely returned the man’s wave.

“Hey, everyone, I’m here to promote my new line of environmentally friendly-”

“Keep it fresh for the show, Ed!” Jane cut him off just as he held up an “environmentally friendly” saw.

Surprised they let him in here with that…

“Anyway,” The woman continued, “We are so excited to have BTR at A.M. L.A., and I just know that our 3 million viewers will be excited too!”

As the production assistant following Jane around from before entered the room and whispered something to her boss, Logan was already three bites deep in a bagel sandwich, Carlos had grabbed a bowl of Fruit Smackers, Kendall - still deliriously tired - held a pitcher of orange juice, and James was crunching down on some biscotti as he held the container out to Roxy.

Everyone was comfortable in the inviting space A.M. L.A. had created, even Katie and Mrs. Knight; As the younger girl continued playing her game her mother was fast asleep on the couch beside her.

In true boy band style, Kendall flashed her his winning smile, “Well, we are very excited to be here.”

Roxy watched, picking some biscotti from the container, as Jane’s eyes flicked over the schedule, darkening.

“Yeah, the show’s running long.” Her entire demeanor changed unexpectedly, like a sudden rainstorm on a perfectly cloudless day. “You guys are cut. Wake up Mommy and get out!”

“Well… That was rude,” The girl mumbled, mouth half full right as the women exited the room. “Aren’t Gustavo and Kelly supposed to be here by now to deal with things like this?”

Nodding in agreement, Logan let his bagel haphazardly fall to the floor.

“What just happened?” Kendall asked, turning to his friends in panic. The question was more rhetorical than anything, but he was just sleepy enough that his assistant couldn’t tell if he needed the clarification or not.

Piping up from the couch, Ed shared, “The official term is you got bumped.”

Yeah, he’s definitely our bad luck charm…

Roxy was really starting to dislike the guy despite his admirable dedication to reducing his carbon footprint.

“Leave me out of this!” Katie said from beside the actor environmentalist even though no one had brought her into it. “I'm on level 12 of ‘Castle Bashers,’ and I have to get my four knights to the ring of fire.”

It only took a few moments for Roxy’s friends to grab her wrist and drag her out of the green room with them, no doubt on their way to find the cranky producer and see if anything could be done about their place on the show. There was almost no doubt that if they weren’t able to retain their spot, Gustavo would find some way to blame the five for such a missed opportunity. Playing a tour across the United States had been great exposure, but the combined number of audience ticket sales didn’t even total close to three million.

After a few seconds of chasing, the five were finally able to stop Jane in the hallway with a chorus of, “Wait, wait, wait, wait!”

“What do you mean ‘cut?’” Logan asked, trying to play it as dumb as possible. Maybe if the woman had to explain it, she’d feel bad and let them play anyway.

Holding up a long schedule with the day’s date at the top of the page, Jane waved it around a few times. “It means I have to cut time from my show, and you were it.”

“But being on live TV is number seven on my list of things to do before I’m 20!” Shared James, pulling nervously on the tie he had fashioned around the collar of his button-up for his televised debut.

Sticking out her bottom lip, Roxy placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder, “We’ll figure it out! Plus, you’ve still got three whole years!”

That seemed to cheer the boy up a bit, until Logan chuckled a bit and jabbed a thumb in James’ direction, “You don’t have a list…”

Chuckling right back, the long-haired boy whipped a small notebook out of his back pocket. “Oh, I have a list!”

“Look, you just said that you were excited to have us!” Carlos cut in, bringing their conversation back on track as he addressed the woman.

Her response was simple: “I’m a producer. I lie. And my show is four minutes too long.”

Taking a few steps forward, she squished her schedule not-so-nicely into Logan’s chest.

“And L.A. needs their traffic, weather, stock reports, celebrity interviews, and cooking tips. What they don’t need to see is a stupid boy band singing their stupid pop songs.”

James and Roxy both gasped at her words for very similar reasons.

“All due respect, Ms. Kennedy, but don’t you think you could combine the performance with the celebrity interview portion? Members of boy bands are celebrities after all… Like Justin Timberlake!” The assistant tried before the producer let out a shrill, dry, laugh.

Before the assistant could say something she’d regret at Jane’s abrasive response, Logan hopped in with, “‘Vocal group’ is a term that could also be used.”

“So is, ‘You were cut from my show, so get off my set!’” Jane yelled before turning around and storming out of the hallway.

If she really wanted us gone she could have at least tried being kinder.

Plucking the schedule out of his friend’s hands, Kendall squinted in the producer’s direction. “I did not get up at 4 a.m. to be treated like this.”

“Kelly called you at 4?” His assistant repeated, shooting him some nasty side-eye.

Ignoring Roxy’s complaint comment, the rest of the band murmured their agreement with the frontman. Leaning back into James, she whispered a few curses under her breath about her more than obvious eye bags before listening into the boys’ plan.

Reading over the schedule in front of them, Logan mused a moment before asking, “Rox, can I borrow a pen?”

It didn’t take her long to dig around in her mini backpack to find her favorite red pen and hand it off the the awaiting boy.

His markups of the schedule reminded her a lot of the nonsensical scribbling she did in her notebook to try and find the perfect order for her song lyrics. Arrows were drawn from section to section, whittling down time here and there as the sets were changed to be closer to one another, a few symbols in the margins denoted sections that were far longer than they needed to be - like Ed’s interview.

In a few moments, he had done all the necessary calculations in his head to shave the time off the show and get Big Time Rush back on the air.

Then, of course, Roxy was once again dragged around the studio to find Jane. Since the show was close to starting soon, it didn’t take long for Carlos to spot her by the newsroom set.

All at once, the five stormed the podium she was standing by, giving her the pitch they hadn’t practiced at all to keep them on the show.

“So, um, we looked at the schedule…” Kendall shared, gesturing to Logan who was eager to share his corrections.

“...And if you trim just a little time from the weather, the chef dude’s weekend recipe, the market update, and cut just one Hollywood minute…”

“...You’ll have time for Big Time Rush!” Carlos finished, taking the schedule she had drafted up on her stand and replacing it with the one Logan had edited.

Pulling out his list from his pocket once more and holding it out to Jane, James was quick to add, “And I can check ‘live TV face time’ off my list.”

“And Big Time Rush gains three million new fans from L.A.’s number one morning show!” The assistant tacked on, attempting to butter up the producer just in case she wasn’t already convinced.

Taking the schedule from Carlos’ hands, Jane read it over for a few seconds. “This is good. No, this- this works. I think I owe you guys an apology. Follow me!”

“Sweet!” Carlos cried, trailing after the woman as she walked off.

Soon the other four were right behind him as Jane continued to take in the corrections. “I’m gonna tell the director to make these changes right now. But, I need you guys to wait in our special waiting room.”

Stopping in front of a large, cream-colored door labeled, “Special Waiting Room” the producer pointed to her left.

Immediately, the four boys were rushing toward the handle to push it open, practically breaking it off its hinges to get inside.

Unfortunately for Jane, Roxy was quite suspicious of specifically labeled rooms after their incident at the Music Box Theater the night of their first concert. As Logan, Kendall, and Carlos barrelled through the door, James caught wind of her hesitation and stopped in front of her to make sure she was okay. Carefully running a hand down her arm, he threaded his fingers between hers and gave it a reassuring squeeze. With his other hand, he held the door open, which proved to be a fatal mistake as the woman roughly shoved the assistant forward in an attempt to get her off the set.

With force similar to that her friends had used to run through the door, Roxy was sent hurtling into James’ arms as he stumbled backward out of the studio into the room Jane had pushed them into. Only, once the two were able to catch their bearings, they realized it wasn’t even a room at all - It was the back alley of the studio lot.

“Get out of my face, you stupid singing teens!” Jane called over the intercom and the distinct sound of a lock emanated from the metal door.

Arms still wrapped around her boyfriend, Roxy roughly kicked the door with the flat of her foot, “I don’t even sing, you hag!”

Heart fluttering, be it from her ire or her cheek pressed to James’ chest, she thought of some much meaner things to say until Kendall and the boys began to devise a plan to get back inside.

“Of course, you realize…” He started.

“This means war!” The other band members chorused, as if rehearsed.

It didn’t take long for Kendall to whip out his phone and shoot a message to Katie, who was still miraculously in the green room with her mother and Ed Begley Jr, to let her know to come get them as soon as possible.

Creaking door hinges from behind the five let them know she had made her way to the studio’s back entrance, and the young girl soon emerged with her head still buried in her DS game. “I thought I told you to leave me out of this! I have to defeat the she-beast before she destroys the dwarf people!”

None of the teens really registered what she meant, but they all let out a smattering of “thank you!” and “won’t happen again!’ to appease her.

Now, their challenge was two-fold: Get themselves onto A.M. L.A. and avoid being seen by the wicked producer. A challenge that felt nearly impossible.

Thankfully, Jane was busy rushing from set to set, getting everyone on her crew ready for the show to begin instead of looking for five nosy teenagers barging back onto her studio.

They stuck close to the outer walls of the studio, which were quite dark from the contrast of the bright, white lights being used to illuminate the sets on the opposite side of the building. Since most of the unnecessary tools of production had been pushed away from where the cameras were pointing, they also had the advantage of nearly full body coverage as they slunk past a few clothing and prop racks.

Noticing too late that her friends had all snatched matching black bandanas and sunglasses from their makeshift cover, Roxy rolled her eyes as Kendall whispered, “Okay, operation ‘Cut Out Time From A.M. L.A. So Big Time Rush Can Perform On Live TV’ is underway.”

“That’s a really long operation name!” Logan hissed from the other side of the pack.

“Ooh!” Cooed Carlos, “How about something cool like ‘Operation Winter Blitz.’”

“It’s catcher, but it’s not winter.”

James’ words were true, but they mostly dragged Roxy’s attention to the mysterious vibe the sunglasses and dark bandana combo were giving him. Without thinking, her hand snaked around his arm as she unabashedly stared him down. “You look really good right now.”

“I look really good all the time.” He leaned down to whisper into her hair before pressing his lips to her temple. “But thank you.”

Kendall, Carlos, and Logan audibly groaned, not bothering to hide their annoyance at the couple.

“Just move out!” The frontman finally commanded before the pair could do anything else to gross him out.

Still continuing along the wall, the group found a supply closet large enough to house all of them, so for now that served as their cover.

On the way in, Logan swiped one of the laptops that controlled the teleprompter for the news segment of the show, which he waved back and forth to show off to his friends with a wicked smile.

“I think I’ve figured out the first part of our plan.” The boy shared, squatting down and balancing the computer on his thighs as he easily accessed the script for the day’s show. “We just need someone to run this chord into the prompter.”

For a moment, there was silence as the boys looked at each other before their eyes landed on their assistant.

Wildly shaking her head, she didn’t even want to dignify them with a response but threw out an irrefutable argument: “I’m not wearing stealth gear like the rest of you.”

Judging from their grumbles of disappointment, they really couldn’t argue with her on that point, and soon made their decision with a game of rock paper scissors.

This wasn’t a common occurrence among the boys, they were pretty good about settling their scores on their own, but when necessary, they’d square up to each other as they held one hand flat and one in a fist above it.

As far as she could gather, James always lost their rock, paper, scissors games, because he was very fond of throwing scissors first. If that was easy for her to notice in the time she had known them, she was sure the other three had caught on years earlier.

To her credit, she was going to warn him, but when he swept a hand through his hair and shot a wink in her direction before joining the small square his friends had formed, she had completely forgotten what she was going to say.

So, James lost.

Not long after, he took the connecting blue cable between his teeth and dropped to the floor, crawling out of the closet, closer and closer to the teleprompter across the studio as stealthily as he could.

While his friends watched from a small crack in the closet door, they lost sight of him for a moment as he ducked behind a large crate, but knew he had completed his task when news anchor, Miles Bainbridge began his monologue.

“Good morning, Los Angeles!”

With a strong pop of his knuckles, Logan flopped down to the floor again, “We’re in! The teleprompter is ours!”

Joining him on the ground, Roxy and Kendall peered over the schedule again to try and find some time to shave out of any of the segments while Carlos clapped a reassuring hand on his buddy’s shoulder as they figured out what to write.

“Give us a good intro!” Carlos advised, and Logan’s fingers shot off, flying across the keyboard.

He’d make a good guitar player… Roxy absentmindedly thought as James made his way back into the room and shuffled over to sit beside her.

Miles’ voice was just loud enough to hear, even behind the door as the typing sounds from the keyboard continued. “Also joining us live in the studio, celebrity environmentalist Ed Begley Jr., and a musical performance by the greatest band in the history of the world, Big Time Rush!”

Roxy’s “Don’t you think that’s overkill?” fell on deaf ears as James pulled his list out of his back pocket and crossed one of the items off.

“Being the greatest band in the history of the world? Check!”

As someone who appreciated a special, private place to write down one’s thoughts and feelings, the assistant refrained from peeking at the other things he had written down - even if she wanted to know very, very badly all the things James wanted to do before he turned twenty years old.

Be a ‘Cuda model… Go to a red carpet movie premier… Get a driver’s license… He’ll tell me one day. She thought, trying to get into his head before she thought about a few of her own aspirations.

Like her boyfriend, she pulled her pen out of her bag fully intending to write them all down on the back cover of her journal, but Kendall nudged her shoulder, “Time to shave some time off morning update!”

Knocking her out of her thoughts, she made an offhand comment to speed up the rate at which the words were being shown to the anchor, and Logan’s fingers danced across the keys once more.

When that wasn’t enough, Kendall advised, “Faster!” a few more times, until the white words on the black background went by in such a blur, it was actually impressive that Miles was able to keep up with everything. From behind the door, they could hear his voice grow speedier and speedier with every passing line.

And their plan had worked, taking the five-minute news update into a segment nearly a quarter of its length, and might have been even shorter had they not heard the distinct bang! of a heed shoe on hardwood breaking down the entrance to the closet.

Blue chord in hand, Jane stood in the doorway, chest heaving as she looked down at the five teens who let out a few involuntary screams of their own. She was quite the scary lady.

“Hey, there… you.” The frontman tried, but his words only further pissed the producer off as she aggressively tugged on the cable and disconnected it from Logan’s stolen laptop.

From the studio set behind her, they could all hear the news anchor take a long breath, before resuming his updates as usual.

Taking a step forward, James flashed a sparkling smile to try and calm her down. “Great news!”

“We shaved a whole minute off your show,” Roxy shared, pointing to the schedule in the blond’s hands.

“De nada!” Added the helmet wearer, waving his hand nonchalantly, as if they had done something kind for Jane, like getting her a nice bouquet of flowers.

In return, she whipped out a walkie-talkie from her back pocket and called for security, lifeless eyes never leaving the teens in front of her.

Jane’s cold stare was enough to make Roxy feel like her own skin was slowly crawling, chills radiating down her spine. The five were practically frozen with fear until Logan astutely declared, “We should run.”

“Right!” Cried Carlos, as he ducked and ran Jane’s way helmet first.

He was an excellent battering ram, charging nearly straight into her before she managed to dive out of the way at the last second. As a result, he had cleared a very nice pathway, which the other four were glad to run through.

Always so much running! Their assistant silently reflected, moving as fast as her legs would carry her through the studio. At least James holds my hand instead of my wrist.

Security was hot on their tails, ugly yellow jackets, nightsticks, and all. Roxy dreaded the thought of what they might do if they managed to their hands on her - she didn’t have a great track record with being physically removed from places. Just the thought of it made her heart pound in fear, enough to stumble over her own feet a bit, but her friends behind her managed to keep her steady as they continued snaking through the winding hallways of A.M. L.A.

After a few rights, a few lefts, and a straight shot hallway, the band and their assistant managed to shake their followers for a moment and took a second to pause in front of a large, green screen and catch their breath. The boys shed their silly stealth gear, while Roxy bent over, hands resting on her knees as she greedily gulped as much air as she could possibly manage into her lungs.

It wasn’t fair her friends were both taller and more athletic than her and then demanded she keep up with them.

“And the traffic is backed up on the 134 and it continues to bleed to the 101… and the… congestion?”

Someone’s voice trailing off from another part of the room alerted them to the fact their resting place was not so secret. In fact, it was the screen the news anchor had been attempting to give his report on. A moment later they heard a distinct, “Get them!” from one of the security guards and once again the chase was on.

There was another clear pathway that led them away from the guards but landed them right in front of the poor traffic reporter who found himself unexpectedly mowed down by a group of strangers during his airtime.

Roxy’s sheepish “Sorry!” as she accidentally stepped on one of the flaps of his suit jacket didn’t make up for the trampling, but it would have to do for now.

Once again, the teens were running through the never-ending back hallways of the studio, and when she was brave enough to look behind her to check on Logan and Carlos, Roxy noticed a third guard had joined the mix.

Two guards probably couldn’t restrain all of them, but three? She wasn’t interested in finding out.

Legs feeling as though they would turn into jelly at any moment now, the assistant was reminded of the day she met the boys of Big Time Rush. They had found themselves in a similar situation, trying to fend off two security guards who had caught Kendall in their grasp. That was a fight the five had won until the police showed up at the entrance of the theater to physically restrain her and her friends.

That was the first and last time I’ll ever be in handcuffs. The assistant promised herself before a newfound burst of energy wedged its way into her chest, squeezing James’ hand in hers just a bit tighter.

Toward the end of the hallway, Kendall reached a door which he quickly threw open and the rest of his friends piled in after him. Managing to wedge the door shut, the five of them pressed their backs against it in order to keep any unwanted intruders out until Carlos managed to throw a nervous hand out and flip the lock.

So focused on the door behind them, no one recognized that there was a door in front of them until it slowly creaked open to reveal a set of three new guards headed their way.

Surrounded on all sides, the teens had nowhere left to run.

“We got the perps.” The guard in the middle spoke into his walkie-talkie, presumably to Jane, eyes never leaving the offenders he had been sent out to capture. “Are we authorized to use force?”

Knees knocking together so hard they were practically rattling, the assistant didn’t even take notice of her friends taking one step forward to keep her out of the tussle as best they could.

After a moment that felt closer to eternity, Jane’s voice menacingly radiated out of the speaker. “Absolutely.”

Whether it was a stalling tactic, or James was simply terrified, he pulled his list out of his back pocket once more. His shaking fingers turned a few pages as he thought aloud, “Get beat up by security guards? Nope, not on my list!”

Whatever his plan was hadn’t worked and the security guards grew nearer, happily showing off their solid nightsticks as they smacked them up and down in their palms.

“Logan. Options. Now!” Roxy heard Kendall beg, though her primary focus was on getting her heart rate under control and not passing out from sheer terror.

The boy’s words came out shaky, panicked even, “Well, there’s five of us and just three of them, but they’re huge, so… Scream?”

Logan’s suggestion felt just right, and his four friends followed suit and began howling their heads off.

It was shocking enough to the security guards to hear five people wailing all at once, but after a moment their bodies began violently convulsing as if they were caught up in a terrifying exorcism movie.

Stopping his screaming to hesitantly ask, “It’s working?” Carlos cocked his head to the side.

Falling forward, the security guards face-planted in front of the teens they had been hunting down to reveal Katie, two tasers in her hands she had fired directly into their backs.

Oh my God…

“Katie?”

“Thanks!” She cried sarcastically before anyone was able to say anything else, pulling her DS game back out. Someone less than five feet tall in a pink blouse and Converse had never been more intimidating. “I was just about to beat the castle guards so I could get to the final boss level.”

There was a small mumble of “Sorry” among the five, mostly because they were afraid if they didn’t she’d tase them.

Where did she even find those? The assistant wondered as the young girl began to walk away like she hadn’t just taken out three grown men with two incredibly dangerous weapons.

“Oh, Katie!” Her brother called out, causing the girl to whip back around with an angry glare. “Could you keep Mom asleep? She doesn’t need to see any of this, right?”

A response came in the form of an eye roll as she trailed back off in the way she had come.

No choice but to follow her, considering they didn’t want to figure out if the other guards were still waiting behind the locked door, Big Time Rush and their assistant soon found themselves back in the main A.M. L.A. studio.

The focus of the show had shifted away from the news and traffic reports and was now setting up for the celebrity interview portion. Miles and Ed stood on the opposite side of the room behind a table decorated with all the environmentally friendly products the actor had brought to showcase during his time on the show.

Since their plan of sticking to the darker outer walls had worked so well last time, the group quickly moved around the room to the cover of three large clothing racks.

“I could’ve sworn I brought my solar-powered tasers…” Ed trailed off, patting the sides of his hips absentmindedly.

Ah.

In the time it had taken the assistant to register how close they were to Jane and try to formulate a plan to get some more time for her band, her friends had, for some reason, helped themselves to the costumes on the rack they were using for cover.

“Are you serious?” She balked, half-impressed they had changed so quickly and half-angry they were focused on other, sillier things than getting on the morning show.

Grinning back at her was Kendall, dressed like Abraham Lincoln, Carlos, dressed in a similar uniform to his policeman father, Logan, headdress making him look like Egyptian royalty, and James, dressed in a less than fashionable fisherman hat.

How does he manage to look good in everything-

Before any of them said anything, her boyfriend reached out and plopped a bedazzled tiara on her head and pressed a quick kiss to her lips.

“Kiss a princess! Check!” He bragged, checking something off on his notepad list - ignoring the grips of objection from the rest of the three and the slacking of Roxy’s jaw.

Suddenly, the writer began to understand the whole dress-up thing as a bit of heat crept up her neck. Had there been a beautiful pink ballgown out on the rack, she’d do everything in her power to change into it if it meant he’d keep kissing her.

“Focus please!” Carlos begged, though it was hard to take him seriously in his fake mustache and new, oversized cop helmet. Pointing toward the evil producer, the five parted many of the hangers and poked their heads through the open slots to get a better view of the studio in front of them. “We got to cut three more minutes from the show to perform.”

“Then operation ‘We Love Ed Begley Jr., But We Have to Cut His Segment Short to Perform’ is underway!” Abe Lincoln shared, pumping his fist into the air at the ridiculous title he had come up with.

From the bottom of the rack, Logan let out a bit of protest. “Next time, I’m in charge of operation naming!”

At the top of the rack, James nudged his girlfriend with his elbow, a cheeky grin spreading on his lips before reaching down and smacking Logan’s cheek.

“Ow!” The boy cried, squeezing his eyes shut as he realized how loud his expression had been. “What’d you do that for?”

“Slap a pharaoh! Check!”

Roxy had a lot of questions about that one, but she wasn’t able to ask any before Kendall called, “Move out!”

Had any of them actually discussed the operation beforehand, she might know where she was supposed to have moved out too, but for now, she followed James as he climbed up an exposed staircase toward the edge of the studio walls.

They had a good vantage point from there, able to see and hear everyone on the floor below - including their hidden friends.

In front of the podium where Jane stood, a man counted backward from five, and just like that the show was back from commercial. On a new set, Miles and Ed stood in front of the camera for their interview on the products the actor environmentalist had designed in order to keep daily carbon emissions low.

The first in his long line of products was a “Wind-Powered Spinning Tie Rack.” Why anyone would need that was beyond Roxy, but James took that as his cue to aim and cast the fishing line onto the table below. Not only was his aim spot on, hitting the mark on his first try, but the hook was also strong enough to catch one of the product’s edges and be dragged upward as he turned the small hand crank over and over again.

“James, that was incredible!” Roxy praised, reaching over the railing to pull the item off the line and onto the stairs with them. “Where did you learn how to do that?”

Had it not been for the darkness of the outer edges of the studio, she might have seen how red his cheeks grew at her amazement. “My dad liked to fish.”

There was something off about the way he said that, as if there was a bit more to the statement than he was letting on, but now certainly wasn’t the time to pry. Instead, the writer nodded, “So does mine! He took me with him once when I was little, but I cried when I learned he used live worms as bait.”

“Aww,” He voiced sympathetically, before taking his pointer finger and wiggling it around right before her very eyes. “Little Roxy couldn’t stand to see the worms?”

With her free hand, she knocked his out of the way and failed at concealing her laughter. “No! I couldn’t then and I can’t now! All they do is dig around in the dirt and poop and-”

Boom!

James and Roxy didn’t even need their high vantage point to see what had caused the ridiculously loud noise to bounce around the soundstage, ringing obnoxiously in their ears.

One of the large digital screens A.M. L.A. used for their Hollywood Minute segment had been knocked to the floor - Completely ruining the set and destroying the massive piece of equipment. As the screen lay flat on the floor, a pixelated image of the show’s logo flashed every few seconds.

Whatever their friends on the ground floor had done would shave off at least another two minutes from the show, and the pair noticed Kendall - top hat and fake, bushy beard - make his way over to a very agitated Jane to tell her just that.

It wasn’t long after, the rest of his friends rushed to join him at the podium to see what the producer might say, just in case she decided to change her mind.

As the woman looked over the schedule the frontman presented her, she tore off her black headset with a shriek.

“You will never perform on my show!” As she had done before, she pulled a radio from her back pocket and screamed into it, “Security! I need security!”

In a flash, the five were off running again, dumping their costumes onto the woman’s head to keep her distracted for just a bit while they made their daring escape.

By now, they were running out of places to hide, but that didn’t stop them from charging down the hall toward the green room to see if they had any small spaces or storage closets left to duck into.

As she had been all morning, Mrs. Knight was curled up on the couch as the five teens came to a screeching halt in the doorway. Still gaming, Katie watched over her, holding a finger to her lips to warn her friends not to say anything too loud and wake the woman up.

“You know that producer lady is gonna have every security guard on the lot after you.” The girl whispered, though the sounds from her game made it very hard to hear what she was saying.

Crouching down a bit to meet her eye level, Kendall raised his brows. “Not if my baby sister, whom I love, creates a distraction!”

“Please, please, please!” The other four whisper-begged, placing their palms together.

Another eye roll came from the girl, but she snapped her DS shut and stalked out of the green room muttering some irrepeatable words under her breath.

Without missing a beat, Big Time Rush and their assistant were sure to clear out of the green room before security could find them. However, there was still one major issue: They had nowhere left to go.

Racking her brain as she tried to remember every twist and turn they had taken that day, it was hard to concentrate with the rhythmic pumping of her sore legs being her primary focus.

I feel so bad for the people on the floor below us… She thought, listening to the pounding of their shoes on the ancient blue-black carpet.

“Wait!” She called, coming to a dead stop in the middle of the hallway. Thankfully, her friends were able to come to a stop as well, not colliding with her at full force. “A different floor! They won’t be looking for us in a different studio!”

“Yes!” Carlos cheered, jumping up and pumping his fist. “Where’s the closest stairwell?”

Each of them looked in a different direction, trying to find any hint of a staircase or elevator, when Kendall noticed a building directory on the wall behind his assistant. “Wanna go upstairs to the Times or downstairs to F.M. L.A.?”

“Radio?” Roxy thought aloud, still trying to recover from their marathon. “Radio!”

“F.M. L.A. it is,” Declared James and the five followed the map around the corner to the door marked stairwell. Running down the steps was certainly much easier than running up the stairs would have been, and for that, the assistant was completely grateful.

Entering the floor for F.M. L.A. took Roxy straight back to her radio days at Project Pop back in Minnesota. Each station under the company moniker had its own large, soundproof booths, and large panes of glass allowed the teens to look in and see the anchors doing the news or watch the DJs spin their tracks.

The substations had the names painted out over the doorframes, boasting a country station, a news station, and her favorite local station - No Requests Granted.

She hadn’t meant to geek out, they had far more important things to be worrying about right now, but when she saw the show's two hosts behind the glass, she felt like a kid at the zoo gawking at their favorite animal. Their show was largely interview-based, talking to some of the most prominent up-and-comers in the L.A. music scene.

“Now this is a show we need to get on!” She told her friends, glancing back and forth between them and the hosts who were too busy buried in their notes to notice the girl in their window. “They’re fascinating! Though, they’re normally interviewing a band around this time - I wonder who’s on today.”

Too engrossed in her fangirling to hear two pairs of footsteps approaching the door from the other side of the hallway, she jumped a bit when someone shared, “Why, that would be us.”

Immediately, the excitement that had taken hold of her was knocked straight out of her body.

Out of all the people in Los Angeles, California, it just had to be them.

It was stupid, but Roxy just shut her eyes, not turning around and not moving from her spot, and hoped to no avail that Mag McAllister and Dani Huron wouldn’t be in the hall when she opened them again. After everything bad that had happened today, things were finally starting to look up for her and Big Time Rush, until this very moment.

“Aren’t you going to introduce us to your friends, Roxanne?”

When Mag said her name, her eyes shot open and she could see the looks of confusion written all over her friend’s faces. It had been six, maybe seven months since she had told them about her old band, Brand New Day, and how the two of them had stolen one of her first songbooks. She’d casually mentioned a few weeks earlier that Brand New Day played before them on the Rocktober lineup, but they never ended up crossing paths that day since the festival was so large; She didn’t blame her band for not remembering what they looked like.

They were the reason she had to move schools in the middle of the year back home; They were the reason she had such trouble sharing her incomplete songs with other people.

After all the running and hiding they had done that day, how much she had complained to herself as they evaded security guards and mean Hollywood producers, she hadn’t backed down from the challenge. Big Time Rush had a goal that day and she wasn’t going to let anything stand in the way of that, just like a good assistant would.

Even though all she wanted to do was run away, she slowly took a few steps closer to her band before turning around to face the two people she had been trying to avoid for years.

“Mag. Dani.” She didn’t even dignify them with a greeting, seeing as it wasn’t at all a pleasure to run into them. “This is Kendall, James, Carlos, and Logan. The four of them make up the band Big Time Rush.”

Green eyes lighting up as she pointed down the line and introduced her friends, Mag smiled innocently. The skin around his green eyes branched out into lines of crow's feet - a trait she had always found peculiar about the 17-year-old - though his curly black hair soon fell over the sides of his face to hide the lines. “No way! I’m a huge fan. This is such an honor, isn’t it Dani?”

Beside him, Dani absentmindedly twirled a finger through their long, straight brown locks, red nail polish popping out, and nodded their head with a simple, “What’s up?”

She knew that Mag was lying, he used to trash on mainstream pop music any chance he got, but his tone sure left the Big Time Rush boys convinced. One by one, they shook his hand and exchanged simple greetings.

Normally, she’d think it funny Mag and Kendall had dressed in almost the same exact way, but she was too busy trying to hide her quivering lip as she watched her friends interact with the strange pair.

“Radio shows are so fun!” Carlos stated, gesturing toward the booth. “But we’re upstairs at A.M. L.A. today… What kind of music do you guys make?”

“Oh, Roxy didn’t tell you about us? That isn’t like her at all! What happened to Miss I Wear My Heart On My Sleeve? Don’t tell me Hollywood has changed you that much,” Mag laughed, reaching out to place a hand on her shoulder.

Very obviously, she flinched at the contact, but did her best not to cause a scene right in the middle of the hallway.

Though she felt utterly sick to her stomach she fought the bile rising in her throat as Mag’s hand lingered on her body for a bit too long. Sucking a breath in, the writer calmly reached one hand up, plucking the newcomer’s off her shoulder with her thumb and forefinger.

Dani took a step toward the door, leaning onto the frame as they watched the interaction, and answered Carlos’ question, “We’re an alt band from Duluth, Minnesota - Brand New Day. Check us out sometime.”

“Oh… We don’t associate with thieves.” James shared, first to catch onto his girlfriend’s sour mood once Dani had shared the band’s name.

As the air in the room shifted at his words, she could just about die of embarassment.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Carlos and Logan take a step forward, joining her where she stood. Finally, everything began to connect for the rest of them - why their assistant had gone so pale, her blunt responses in place of her normal cheery words, and the way she shied away from Mag’s touch…

With a whistle, Mag chuckled and tossed a bit of his curls out of his face, “Woah, big accusations there, man! It’s not really wise for up-and-coming pop stars to pick fights with others, right?”

“Only when it’s not true,” Kendall chimed in, “Which we know for a fact it is.”

“Who knew boy band dudes were so uptight?” Dani asked from the doorway, buffing a few of their nails out on their beat-up Good Charlotte tour t-shirt. “Don’t you have a corny ass ballad or something to go sing?”

Logan took another step, knuckles practically white at his sides, as his assistant croaked out, “You’re going to be late for your interview… No Requests Granted starts at 6:30 on the dot.”

Hoping that it was somewhere around 6:30, the girl held her breath again, worried if she said something else it would only make the situation worse. Right now, all she was focused on was getting her band out of this deeply uncomfortable situation. It wasn’t fair of her to drag them into all her past drama, yet there they were, standing right in the middle of it.

“Right! Right!” Mag said, glancing at the watch around his wrist. Lazily, he turned back to Dani and pointed a thumb toward the booth, “Let’s get in there before the hosts start to worry. Thanks, Roxy.”

“It’s Roxanne.”

“Oof!” The boy joked, stumbling backward and throwing his hands over his heart. “That’s going to be so hard to get used to considering…” Not at all trying to hide the way his eyes flickered between her and her friends, Mag cracked a smile. “...Everything we’ve been through, Roxanne.”

And just like that, the two of them headed into the radio booth, putting their best P.R. faces on as they greeted their hosts before sitting down to start the interview.

Not even bothering to check in with her friends about the next phase of their plan, Roxy shot off down the hallway, looking for a different entrance to the A.M. L. A. studio where the guards or Jane wouldn’t bust them.

Big Time Rush quickly followed after her, lost for words at their unexpected encounter with people from their assistant’s past.

“Um, Roxy, do you want to-”

“No.”

“Can we please-”

“No.”

“Was that really-”

“Yes.”

“What about-” “I hate Good Charlotte.”

“That’s not what I was going to-”

“Drop it!”

A few beats of silence followed her last statement, which would have been quite awkward, had it not led to them overhearing a conversation taking place on the floor above them through an air duct on the ceiling.

It seemed as though the five of them had stumbled into a wing of the building that was under renovation for the time being - presumably to add a few more booths to the F.M. L. A. floor. Lucky for Roxy and the boys, there were plenty of construction tools lying around, waiting to be taken advantage of.

Looks like we found our way in.

From above, the voice of the famous Chef Hollandaise was slightly muffled, “Now, this recipe will take a long time to prepare, but it’s worth it!”

Accepting their assistant’s request to drop their previous topic of conversation, the boys stopped interrogating her and began looking for a solution to their time-crunch problem. The Hollywood minute was gone, leaving the cooking segment to run a bit longer than normal.

“What’s a better way to end the culinary demonstration than to get rid of the chef?” Logan’s idea was brilliant, though quite menacing as his friends watched him pick up an abandoned saw from the construction site.

Eyes widening in fear, Carlos brought a hand to his helmet, “Dude… We can’t…”

The two of them bickered back and forth, Logan trying to defend his statement despite its sinister implications, and Carlos trying to figure out why he would bother to phrase it that way.

This left some time for Kendall to scout around for a ladder, considering he had understood Logan’s plan perfectly while Roxy took a breather, leaning into her boyfriend for a few moments.

There was a lot to be said about their previous encounter with Brand New Day, but no one brought anything up when the frontman trailed back into the room with the equipment he had been searching for.

Hurriedly scurrying up the ladder and using the sound of Chef Hollaindaise’s voice, Kendall used his best guessing skills to approximate his location on the floor above them, before sticking the sharp metal through the ceiling tile and cutting out a comically large hole.

While she certainly didn’t approve of the boy’s actions, Roxy couldn’t come up with a better solution herself, so she let James continue to hold her as the blond let out a small chuckle, nearly completing his circle.

“Sorry, Chef, but we have to cut this segment short.”

She presumed he was trying to lighten the mood, but the five of them were so high-strung from both anxiety and adrenaline that the joke didn’t land.

A few seconds, and some major cracking from the ceiling tiles, later, the chef fell straight through the ceiling and onto the floor below, landing a bit awkwardly at the band’s feet. The fall hadn’t been enough to cause any lasting damage to the man’s body, but it certainly had to have hurt.

“He’ll be fine!” Logan assured his friends, and his medical knowledge was enough to put their minds at ease before Carlos grabbed Hollaindaise’s apron and chef’s hat and shimmied his way up the ladder into the kitchen set.

There was no time wasted as the boy quickly derailed the segment, turning it into a large ad for fishsticks instead of whatever complicated meal Chef Hollandaise had come up with. While Carlos kept the cameras distracted, the rest of the band and their assistant climbed the ladder to the A.M. L.A. floor and managed to use the kitchen set as their cover as they crawled to the dark outer edges of the studio.

Once Carlos’ fishsticks were in the oven, security was barreling onto the set after him, though he was quick to evade them. Now that the guards had been chasing the five of them so much, it was getting easier to predict their moves and therefore getting easier to slip through their fingers.

Jane let out an exasperated scream, throwing a handful of the paper schedules she had prepared for the day up in the air.

While she was busy figuring out what segment to place on the air next, the writer noticed a large stack of unattended cue cards. From her spot along the wall, it looked as though they contained boring financial information, so she dared to creep forward and pull them into the shadows with her and her band.

Pulling a pen from her bag, she didn’t hesitate to change up some of the wording, and throw some of the boards away completely - Anything to help cut a few more seconds of precious time from the show.

“Logan, how good are you with stocks and investments and all that stuff?” The frown that had been permanently fixed on her face since their encounter with Brand New Day slowly grew into a small smile as she pointed toward the words on the newly edited cue card. “And, James, feel like being the cutest weatherman in the world?”

Both of them shot off to their respective new sets wordlessly, eager to play a part in her plan.

It was just her luck, she heard Jane yell, “Move the financial update!” before passing off the boards to Kendall to hold up for the news anchor.

Better for him to get chased by security than me.

Easily blending into the small crowd of workers on the A.M. L.A. set, the frontman had no trouble holding up the cue cards for Miles Bainbridge behind the camera. The moment he held the first one up, the news anchor flashed a dazzling smile.

“And here’s the financial report with new correspondent, Logan.”

Popping up behind the financial update set’s desk, Logan, sporting a spiffy new suit jacket and gripping the saw they had used to cut through the ceiling addressed the camera right on cue. “Today, I recommend buying stock in Begley’s Own Green Products! The tasers are excellent… The energy drinks?”

From across the way, Roxy grabbed one off the refreshment table and gave it her best aim, hurtling it right into his hands. The sounds of Janes' breathing growing more and more labored were quite amusing, especially as the women tried to keep it quiet since the camera was rolling.

“They really work! And his organic saws can cut through the toughest studio floors! Now over to James Diamond with the weather!”

Like before, the cameras turned to the new set, revealing James in a beautiful black suit jacket with a matching pink tie and pocket square combo behind the green screen showing the weather for the week. How it was still in the 80s in October baffled the Minnesotan girl, but she was a bit more focused on making sure he cut down the report as best he could.

As he glanced over in her direction, she ran a finger across her throat making her statement about the segment clear. Kill it!

“Do we really need a weather report?” Her boyfriend asked into the camera, using a silver metal pointer to show off the 4-day forecast. “It’s L.A.! It’s gonna be bright and sunny all year long.”

Somehow he had still saved his sunglasses from his stealth costume earlier and popped those on for good measure as Jane breathed in and out of a paper bag.

Then, James took a few steps toward the camera and pulled out his list, “Be the cutest weatherman in the world, check! Because my girlfriend said so! Ha!”

His hands flew to the sides of his face, wiggling his fingers from his temple to his chin as he gave the camera a goofy grin.

“Go back to Miles! Back to Miles!” The producer screamed and Roxy felt someone grab her wrist and pull her out of the shadows.

Carlos, along with his tray of baked fishsticks, dragged her to the news set and popped the try on the table in front of the shocked anchor. Pulling out a chair for her to sit down in, he offered her one of his creations before kicking back in his own seat and offering one over to Miles.

When the cameras cut back, Roxy felt all the eyes in the studio on her, her friend, and the grown man sitting between them. Normally, she had no issue with that considering how many times she’d taken the stage that summer, but this made her and Carlos a prime target for security.

Anxiously, she took a few bites of her fishstick and chewed slowly, scanning her field of vision for any men in yellow jackets.

“These are really excellent, Chef Carlos!” Miles complimented, dipping his snack into a bit of ketchup and tapping it against the younger boy’s.

With a nod, Roxy simply had to agree. “Mr. Bainbridge, if you like his cooking, you’d just love his music, don’t you think? Why don’t you tell us about it, Carlos?”

All their hours of media training had prepared the boy well as he launched into his typical explanation to advertise the band’s first album BTR.

From her podium, Jane was in full-on crisis mode, pulling out a red corded rotary phone from seemingly nowhere, screaming into it, “Get me every security officer on the KULA lot and destroy Big Time Rush!”

That seems a bit dramatic-

The assistant’s thoughts were cut off as the tell-tale chime of a new breaking news update flooded the studio.

“This just in!” Miles immediately snapped into work mode, listening to the message flooding into his clear, plastic earpiece as a piece of footage from the studio backlot popped up on the teleprompter screen, “Every security guard on the KULA lot is currently involved in a low-speed chase!”

“Let’s go live!” Carlos added while Roxy did her best to keep from snorting her fishstick from how hard the footage was making her laugh.

Clips she could only assume came from the news chopper showed one of Ed Begley Jr.’s solar-powered vehicles, driven by none other than Katie Knight, slowly chugging down an alleyway. Meanwhile, four other studio golf carts were in hot pursuit of her, each carrying around four to five security guards.

No wonder we haven’t run into trouble recently…

“Do you want me to go to commercial?” Miles asked, so lost without any more cue cards as he picked up another fishstick.

In response, Jane began gripping the sides of her head so hard the assistant feared she might tear some great chunks of her hair out.

“Roxy, gotta go!”

From the other side of the set, Carlos erupted from his seat once he caught wind of three security guards heading their way, catching her wrist once again and pulling her out of her chair. Even though she managed to grab one more fishstick for the road, it was hard to run and eat at the same time.

At least this time, as the pair caught up with Kendall, Logan, and James, they didn’t have far to go before the security guards got a call over their radios stating that they were needed to deal with Katie’s rampage immediately.

During the chaos of Roxy and Carlos’ on-air time, the other boys were able to change back into their performance outfits. Now all they had left to do was wait and see if their segment cuts had worked in their favor.

By this time, most of the crew had left since there were too many things to deal with going on at once, so Miles, Jane, and her production assistant were incredibly lost. When the cameras switched back on once the commercial break was over, faming the anchor in the preview screen, he blinked a few times, completely confused.

“Are we back?”

That got Jane to pick her head up off her desk, hair in such a state of disarray after ripping her headset off. “We’re back? Why are we back? We don’t have any more segments!”

“We’re four minutes short!” The P.A. informed her, terror filling her eyes as the woman continued to scream into her face.

This felt like the perfect time for her band to wedge their way into the schedule, so Roxy gave them each a little shove toward the podium as Jane broke down in tears. Her sobs were so loud they almost drowned out Kendall’s voice as he waved the paper schedule around. “Oh, if only there was something that could be done to fill that time…”

“Never! Do you hear me?” The woman growled, so loudly and violently that her face was slowly becoming the deepest shade of red the assistant had ever seen. “I’d rather have four minutes of dead air and get fired than to lose to you!”

From the table behind her, she managed to grab two of Ed’s tasers that had still been laying aorund and trained them right on Kendall and James. This, of couse, sent the pair into a panic, trying to find ways to block the red tracking light of the weapons with the schedule, and in James’ case, Carlos.

“As long as I’m standing here, Big Time Rush will never perform on live TV!”

Jane didn’t hear the sound of screeching tires until it was far too late.

Incoming from the studio lot was Katie and her slow, solar powered machine which she was only half paying attention to steering. Most of her focus was on her DS game, leading her to ram right into the crazed woman and knock her to the ground. At least she was able to hit the breaks before the tires rolled over her body and the vehicle was going slow enough, it couldn’t cause any real damage.

“I did it!” The young girl cried, eyes trained on the screens in front of her. “I defeated the evil she-beast!”

You can say that again.

On the ground, Jane let out a weak groan that let everyone know she was still alive.

That seemed like the perfect time to draw the attention away from the scene her band had inadvertently caused.

Rushing over to where she had left her last cue card, Roxy broke away from her friends before running back toward the camera. Holding it up for the anchor to see, she called, “Miles!” and pointed to her script before glancing at her friends and pointing to the stage.

“Oh! Words to read!” He smiled at the caard, training his eyes into the lens as he shared his new line. “Let’s give it up for Big Time Rush!”

Turning to the soundboard beside her, which thankfully looked identical to the one Gustavo had at Rocque Records, Roxy was able to turn a few dials, push a few buttons, and boost the microphone audio on her friends before starting the instrumental track to “Til I Forget About You.”

Some of the crew had even been kind enough to return to the set and adjust the cameras to the boy’s set, displaying their logo behind them in big, flashing blue letters. Her job was done, and she let out a sigh of relief as she gripped the sides of the podium Jane had previously stood at, now it was up to the boys to nail their performance for A.M. L.A.’s audience of three million.

Over the course of their time in Los Angeles, there had only been a few Big Time Rush performances where Roxy hadn’t taken the stage with them. Especially over the course of their tour, it had been a very long time since she was lucky enough to see the four perform while she was in the audience.

Their stage presence always captivated her, though there was something about this performance in particular that had her paying extra attention. Was it a bit strange her new boyfriend was singing a song she had written about her ex? Sure. But that was all part of the job.

As he struck his poses and hit his dance cues before ultimately raising his mic to sing, James kept glancing her way, as if he was checking if she was still paying attention.

Maybe she was a bit selfish for shooting him a wink, for being just crazy enough to imagine he was performing for her instead of the greater Los Angeles area, but the way he moved was just different and she couldn’t put her finger on why.

As they began the last verse, Roxy realized it had been quite some time since she had last thought about Dak Zevon, and she’d certainly like to keep it that way.

So, she watched on, trying to commit every movement and ad-lib the boys brought to the song she had written, to memory so she could think of this moment every time they’d play this song in the future instead of the loser who had broken her heart all those months ago.

Maybe it’s time to forget Mag and Dani too, she thought for a fleeting second, just as the song came to a close.

Applause broke out through the studio, her clapping being some of the loudest, as Miles ended the broadcast with an enthusiastic, “This just in, Big Time Rush rocks!”

As the credits rolled and the cameras pulled away, Roxy took off running for the final time that day and practically launched herself into James’ open arms.

Easily, he caught her, spinning her around a few times as he held her around the waist. The metal from the microphone cut into her back just a bit, but she didn’t mind as her arms circled his neck and she peppered a few kisses across his cheeks.

“Hey, hey!” He managed, waiting for her to finish her assault before setting her back down on the ground. “What’s all that for?”

“You’re so talented,” Roxy managed, looking him right in the eye. “I don’t know if I’ve ever told you that.”

In return, James smiled before shifting his gaze to the side as though he were embarrassed. “You did. Once. When Hawk… You know.”

“Well then… Sounds like I need to say it more.”

“I’m certainly not complaining.”

The two of them were so caught up in their own little world, it startled the pair when Carlos cleared his throat behind them. “Do you not think we’re talented?”

Reluctantly Roxy let go of her boyfriend before turning around, biting back a grin. “Come on, of course I think that!”

Both Logan and Kendall stuck out their bottom lips, pretending to guilt her with their pouty stares, “We didn’t get spinny hugs and pretty girl kisses…”

Their assistant’s, “There’s plenty waiting for you at the Palm Woods,” overlapped with James incredibly threatening, “Don’t you even think about it, dudes.”

The other boys’ teasing sent them into a fit of giggles as James slung an arm around his girlfriend’s shoulers, giving her some massive stink eye as she brought her fingers to her lips and blew the other three imaginary kisses.

Concluding their first live TV debut, Roxy wished she could write a song about their picture perfect moment, but couldn’t formulate anything catchy enough. It did, however, remind her of James’ ultimate goal.

“Oh, James, your list!” She brought a hand to his chest to catch his attention.

Eyes lighting up, he removed his arm from around her shoulders and popped the checklist out of his back pocket. “Perform on live TV?”

All of his friends took pleasure in their chorus of, “Check!”

After marking off the small box he had written next to his goal, he shuffled a few pages before turning them over and handing the pen and paper off to Roxy. “Wanna check that one off for me?”Slightly confused, she followed his finger as he pointed to the middle of the page. Though she had to squint a bit to make out his script, she was more than pleased to cross out the empty space right in front of Make Roxanne Somerset my girlfriend.

#thats all she wrote fic #big time rush #james diamond #kendall knight #logan mitchell #carlos garcia #kendall schmidt #james maslow #logan henderson #carlos penavega #btr

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CS WEEKLY: The Hot Rocks of Rio Caper Part 1

WOW am I late on these ones- almost a month behind. Oops. Finals season and being sick and all that. I’m getting these guys done on a plane…lets hope there aren’t too many typos w/out wifi. Alright- here we go with the Hot Rocks of Rio Caper (part 1)!

I actually adore this episode. This season is where we really get the ball rolling!! Like I said, we sort of have the formula and introduction out of the way and we can really start playing now >:)

Also some great capture scenes at the end/start of the two episodes

This is such a beautiful opening sequence. I LOVE that Carmen here is an unreliable narrator. That’s not something a lot of kid’s shows often do (I think b/c they think kids won’t be able to pick up on the fact that something they were shown was fake) but since then TOH has done it as well. It’s just a great look into Carmen’s mindset and it immediately sets the premise for the rest of the season (/show?) concerning looking for Carmen’s mother.

Pls she did poor young Shadow-san so dirty- she doesn’t remember him that young so I guess she just figured he had this super spindly beard/mustache combo which I find hilarious

LIL BABY CARMEN AND DADOWSAN…I know it isn’t real but damn is that cute

It’s also great to see Carmen be thrown so off-kilter by the S1 finale. It’s fantastic consequence to the whole…mother figure tried to murder me but she never saved me in the first place/guy who has sucked most of my life was the one who cared most of all the whole time scenario she uncovered

Le Chevre gets his casual wear!! Out of Carmen’s original classmates I think Antonio is the only one who doesn’t have a civilian disguise (until the taco truck)

I love this scene- its such a fun dynamic between Carmen and Player, plus it gives us a little insight into how they plan their capers. Carmen shrinking against the wall and putting her hood up, sneaking around- it shows that she isn’t always so bold and that she knows how to be subtle (ish- the red hoodie is a bit of a giveaway) when she needs to be.

(Side note- as I write this I’m technically in casual cosplay for Carmen’s outfit here with the red hoodie. I love wearing it!!)

CARMEN PUN UNAPPRECIATOR

After all these years….we’ve found Carmen AND Waldo

Carmen really is off her game here, even before she starts hallucinating. Right is the ONLY way Bowtie could have gone with that little disappearing trick- Carmen should know, considering all the lightpost/bus/whatever disappearances she pulls off with the same method.

The first time I watched this episode I didn’t notice that Carmen picked up two but only handed back one. Cool little trick she did

That shifty side-to-side look Bowtie does is always so funny to me

The way its only been a week are you kidding me. She got DEMOLISHED in that basement she was struggling to BREATHE a week ago she should NOT BE BACK IN ACTION

Also its been a week and the faculty are STILL asking Brunt about stuff wheeze

I do like the visuals, though- usually the faculty are all seated and stationary, but Brunt is pacing and Mael is faced away from her, standing and looking out the window (btw thats a window???). Cleo and Bellum are seated like normal, going through the regular rounds, but the positioning shows the suspicion of both Brunt and Mael.

RIP maelstrom asking brunt if she killed shadowsan and hid the body the tv-y7 was never good enough for you

Im just imagining shadowsan going “your tracksuit is an ugly piece of shit”

Maelstrom is actually using a great manipulative tactic here- offering a mitigating factor with maybe some disagreements. He isn’t going all the way- still accusing her. But he’s offering her something to latch onto if she wanted to confess to a murder

Damn it seems like in this show you DO betray family

Do they even get the chance to accept/deny calls or see caller ID or could the police just call them and it would just patch through with no choice. Do they have a phone number

Why are maelstrom’s eyes kinda pretty though 😳

Damn

Julia’s head is so round

Not julia using the mints like smelling salts im CRYING i love her so much

The despair music only starts when chase doesn’t respond to “LA FEMME ROGUE” and i think that is SO FUNNY its not supposed to be but the comedic timing of the sad music and the zoom on devineaux’s face is so

“We need you” weak, unsupported, will immediately be proven wrong as julia takes the reins and SLAYS this season on her own

“And we need you to tell us that she did not do this to you” STRONG, SLAY, IN CHARACTER, DEVINEAUX DOES NOT FUCKING MATTER ITS ALL ABOUT JULIA TRUSTING CARMEN TO THE VERY END

Btw why is his heart going so fast

This show could have flourished even more without the tv-y7 rating. Player definitely thinks Shadow-san is going to capture or kill her, but Carmen trusts Shadow-san, which is why she looks so horrified near the end when Shadow-san “betrays” her

CS AU where carmen is the daughter of elon musk SAD

Were they just standing there staring at him or what

Where is his heart monitor attached

That wild boars searching for truffles speech? I was sick a couple weeks back and I FELT that

The zoom into the pupil flashback thing was cool

This show and its ability to make ANYTHING child friendly always astounds me. The seven year olds are going to be like “can we go to Carnevale mommy?? Can we go to Oktoberfest??”

Oh my god.

Brazil nut

I JUST GOT THAT JOKE BRAZIL NUT

“Ahh the favelas” that line plays in my head so often i dont know why

Thank god for carmen sandiego now i know how to say “no thank you” in portuguese

ITS OVER LE CHEVRE I HAVE THE HIGH GROUND

What experience does chase have with the backside of a reptile and why does he think shadowsan looks like tortoise butt

Look at that fabulous cross-hatching from agent jawline he’s got some talent yas

We came this close to having to witness chase devineaux with no pants

SAD. oh well NOW WE GET THE JULIA SEASON THANK GODDDDDDDDDDDDD

Does el topo’s VA voice the shady gem expert

We love autistic zack

I LOVE ZACK that was a fantastic joke about the bride

Zack just stealing from the guy and giving it back to him is so funny im crying

Love how julia was just chilling in the hospital. Actually shows that she really does care- wanted to make sure he was okay

OR THE HOOD OF HIS CAR

JULIA IN THE ACME SUIT. SO HOT. ALSO AGENT ZARI PARTNERSHIP. NEUTRAL LEVELS OF HOT

The tourists watching some random lady watching their baby with binoculars: 👁️👄👁️

I also love the silent acting they animated with Carmen here- she drops the binoculars, looks up like ???, looks again, sees that the binoculars were not the only thing tripping, and shakes her head with a smile. Its a really cool little moment with no dialogue

Imagine if they had that exchange in new york city and ivy was like “the big apple aint the apple of my eye, if you know what I mean! The streets just keep goin’ forevah!!” like yes you two are in a residential area this is how cities work

The children just aggressively leaning towards him and then walking away

Le chevre just wants to live his furry dreams be nice to him

Yeah DAMN the character acting on carmen is good this episode. Next episode too actually

The tourists watching some random lady change clothes in the middle of the Christ the Redeemer statue area and then jump off a cliff: 👁️👄👁️

They actually animate carmen pulling the zip cord to release the glider again!!! I love when they do that

Yeah someone else said props to le chevre for finally recognizing them and hard agree its only like the fourth time

So if its not a disguise why were you confused about carmen. Being able to see who you were

That family is so chill about two strangers running through their house the kid is just like. Damn bitch keep staring i guess and then plays with her dolls some more

She doesn’t even look around the house

ALSO OUGH SHE’S SO FRUSTRATED I LOVE WHEN SHE GETS MAD ABOUT SHIT you are not immune to having emotion she is just THROWING herself around that house she is MAD

Not only is that the chillest family ever its the nicest one too. My god they even followed her to ask if she was okay and invited her to eat with them

THE LITTLE KID IS SO CUTE THO

Shadowsan: locks zack and ivy in a bucket

Carmen: SSHSHHLURRPP

Wait omg i forgot she eats here this is like one of two times she eats ever

The family is so sweet I love them they’re so. They’re so

“It is safe” sir I really hate to break it to you but there is an illegal mining operation on the next street over

SHE HAD THE HAT ON BACKWARDS

Ogh carmen you were being so nice to them and then you had to go and be quippy about it again

I dont know how she didnt trigger that thing BEFORE

Yessss carmen jump into the murder hole with no signal and no one knowing where you are and no tools…yes…smart…

Poor el topo was walking down the path with his eyes closed the whole time

HEHE I LOVE THE TONE CHANGE THERE- the normal caper-y atmosphere suddenly changing to carmen being cornered with nothing, signaled by that sinister little shift in el topo’s voice i LOVE THAT. carmen is on the defensive REAL fast

ALSO LE CHEVRE IS SO FUNNY he doesn’t even go to help he’s just like “I FUCKING TOLD YOU TIGRESS DIDN’T I FUCKING TELL YOU”

Tigress knows better than to fight carmen with her goggles on now

I also like the little display of carmen’s fighting style. I think this is one of the best examples of it in the whole show. She tries at first to just get out/past El Topo at the door. Then she tries every exit she can think of, only fighting where she has to. She is TERRIBLE in tight/closed spaces…really a defensive fighter. Great fight as always and I LOVE fights where there are more than one person involved we get them so rarely

Btw carmen taking off the hat and coat? BAD idea everyone knows an absence of red means she’s going to lose REAL bad smh

WILHELM SCREAM

She protected the face

The outrage when tigress “aww”s at her fshgfgf

Fedorable

Pls el topo is so gentle with her he just lowers her to the floor very nicely

Carmen is also SO emotionless about it she’s just like :| hmm yes they are going to inform coach brunt they have captured me i see this is interesting

MMMGH CARMENS FACE WHEN SHE REALIZES PLAYER WAS RIGHT ALL ALONG (SO SHE THINKS. SO MANY LAYERS OF DECEPTION)

OKAY thats the first episode done. MAN what a solid episode I love it!!! Okay- not much else to say, I’m movin on to part 2!

#cs weekly #csweekly #carmen sandiego weekly #carmen sandiego #carmen sandiego 2019

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if reqs are still open id like to send one :>

I was wondering if you could write a kind of Levi x flirty reader wherein their dynamic is the flirtatious teaser(?) and the "shut up but I won't do anything abt it cuz I don't hate your attention" but then maybe while they were eating at the mess hall and reader slips a flirtatious line that kinda embarrasses Levi (nothing too bad our boy don't deserve that!)

so Levi takes her aside and kinda blows up at her saying stuff he doesn't mean like "don't you ever just shut up" and storms off but Levi thinks he may have gone too far and wants to apologize but he opens his office door to find reader (maybe with a gift?) already there to apologize and confess then boom they talk it out and just a fluff scene in general and you can take it from there💗 :D

PLEA- SORRY ITS SO LONG HAHA feel free to change anything <3

@kenkopanda-art

A little flustered.

Pairing: Levi x Reader

Tags and genre: Canon world, romance, crushes, confessions, fluff, cute, Levi learning to talk.

Concept: You're a flirtatious person and most of the time it's directed at Levi because you have a crush on him and like him. During lunch in the mess hall, you make a flirtatious comment to Levi and it flusters him so much that he drags you out of the mess hall and has a stern word with you and storms off. He walks around the training grounds in the forest and realises he overreacted. He goes to his office and finds you with a gift. You both chat about what happened and air out your feelings.

You walked over to Levi and sat down with him and the other vets. "Afternoon Captain, it's so good to see you. You always brighten my day with your handsome face."

Levi blushed. "Tch, shut up."

"You know, you're more wonderful to look at than a sun rising over the rolling hills beyond the walls."

He groaned a little. "I'm not...stop."

You downed some of your tea. "It's been a nice day today, hasn't it?"

Erwin smiled a little. "It's been a delight."

You ate some of your food. "We should do something fun instead of all that training. Maybe go to the lake for a swim?"

"That sounds like a good idea. You are in charge of soldier welfare."

You winked. "Perfect! I'm so glad you agreed." You looked over at Levi. "I do hope you join us, Captain. Show those cadets what a real soldier looks like, yeah?"

Levi grabbed your upper arm and dragged you out of the mess hall. He threw you away and paced. "What is wrong with you?"

You folded your arms as you watched him. "I was just-."

"Just what!?" He snapped at you and stood before you. "Don't you ever just shut up? I don't want to hear it! Fuck sake!"

You jumped as he stormed off. "Wait! Levi!"

He hurried off to the woods and started a walk. He slowed down and started reflecting on how he'd acted. He let out a long sigh when he started to believe he had overreacted. He liked you, he liked you a lot and hoped your flirting was for him only, but part of him believed it wasn't. He wanted to keep you as his own and he just got flustered and frustrated with himself for snapping.

He turned on his heels and walked back to his office and thought about how to say sorry. He stopped when he saw you holding a cute bag. He softly said your name. "What are you doing here?"

You blushed. "Levi! Oh, I'm sorry. I'll get out of your hair. I just wanted to bring you a gift and say how sorry I am." You placed the present on the side. "I will drop this off and leave."

"Don't go."

You nibbled your lip. "Okay, well I guess you should open your gift."

He walked over to his desk and opened it to reveal the nice tin of tea. He smiled softly. "It's a new one I've never had before. Thank you."

"You're welcome."

He put it down and looked over at you. "I shouldn't have snapped at you, I'm sorry."

You sat down on his sofa. "I pushed you too much." You nibbled your lip. "I flirted too hard and you're not used to that sort of thing."

He sat next to you. "It's all playful, right?"

You blushed and laughed a little. "No, no, it's actually very serious. I have feelings for you, so my flirting is very real."

He blushed bright red as he gazed at you. "Really?"

You nodded. "Yeah. I really like you. I guess my flirting did the opposite of my intention. I was hoping it would hint I like you, but instead, you got annoyed. I'll stop."

"Please don't." He rubbed the back of his neck. "I really like you and I'm glad you like me just as much." He reached over and held your hand. "I umm...I thought you just flirted with everyone and it flustered me and frustrated me, but now knowing that you want me like I want you...it...it changes things. I'm still deeply sorry for snapping though even if you didn't."

You leaned over and kissed him making him flinch a bit in shock. "Too much?"

He cleared his throat. "I-I liked it. Again?"

You kissed him again and smiled at him kissing you back. "You have very soft lips, I like it."

He sighed. "Tch, you are flustering me so much."

"Bad?"

He shook his head and pressed his face against the crook of your neck and sighed. "Good. Just keep it between me and you, okay?"

You played with his hair. "Promise." You kissed the top of his head and hummed. "Want to cuddle for a bit or try the tea?"

"I would like to try this cuddling."

You shifted and lay back on the sofa and propped yourself up with the arm of the sofa. "Come here."

Levi slid over and used your chest as his pillow. He hummed as he held him close and your scent washed over him. "I really like this."

"Good. We can do this a lot if you want."

"Please." He lifted his head. "I would like to hold you next."

You giggled. "Deal."

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six40seven · 1 year

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September 15th the time is 4:40.

Today when I woke up it was to Niki. She was in the kitchen, from what i could tell and she was talking VERY loudly on the phone. My door was open again and instinctually i checked my phone. Time read 5:29 am. Which is way too early. For anyone to be up at any time. Including me. The rain was loud against my window as well. Clearly yesterday was the only day i would be going out hiking this week.

After a few unsuccessful minutes of trying to go back to sleep to the lull of the rain interrupted each time by Niki. I pushed my way out of bed and began to get read for school. I dont know if I’ve mentioned this but my school doesnt have a very strict dress code. How could it, its the only main high school in miles. So i sometimes find myself wearing the same outfit every day.

Spoiler, im wearing the same outfit as yesterday. I would show you but Im not to keen on showing what i look like on my photography and journaling blog, so youre just going to have to use your imagination. I wore the same dark green shirt and blue pull over jacket. The jacket is something i could never go without, its like a favorite of mine and its just a comfort. Even if its fraying at the edges. I still have mentioned the need for new clothes to Niki, and by the sound of it, now is NOT the best time.

So i slipped into another pare of too small pants and then grabbed my headphones, phone and phone charger before heading down the hall. I entered the kitchen at 5: 37 and narrowly avoided Niki who was pacing the room and talking aggressively into her phone. Something about situations that were out of her control. The rain was still going strong as i snuck around her, she gave me a small apologetic smile before being distracted again.

I dont particularly like loud noises so while i waited for the water for my chai to heat up i pulled my headphones over my ears and just watched everything move around me in a muffled state. Niki tapped my shoulder when my water was done, because I hadn’t heard the beep of the electric kettle. I filled a cup and dropped in two spoon fulls of chair tea mix. Niki gets it from the farmer’s market every Saturday.. or every Saturday shes free. We are almost out and she hasn’t had any time in the recent weeks to get more.

She paced out of the room again as i stirred in a bit of milk and sugar. My mug is a handy travel mug that I’ve had for a long time. I dont remember who or where i got it from but its a worn dark purple with a clear chipped top. which i put on before checking the time again. The clock above the stove read a blinking 5:56. I still had a while before my bus arrived. I considered leaving early, but the rain outside the window made it very unappealing, especially with how hard it was falling. Instead i stepped past Niki. Who still was on the phone and into our living room. Its a small space with a couch facing an old fireplace that had been there since i was a child but I’ve never seen lit and floor to ceiling windows looking out at the forest behind our short and unkempt lawn.

I did what i usually do when im not doing anything and began to look through my phone. I dont have many social medias and even less messages. Im pretty sure the only contacts i have in my phone are Niki, Karl and … Well not that many people. I have a few spam caller IDs saved for no real reason. I dont pick up calls from strange IDs. My other apps are just for this blog. editing, and photos. Also notes. Since before i got social media i was stuck to typing in my notes app. There’s about two years worth of entries. All the way back to freshman year i think. I dont go back unless i need something, and in that moment i didnt.

So maybe you’d like to see some of the photos i took recently. Besides the ones from my hike. I dont really remember … when i took them. But the time stamps all said either yesterday or a couple days ago. Thank god for technology.

If i were to guess the last two were pictures of town as i road the bus home and the first looks like some sun set from a trail. Or maybe the last. Actually yeah the last is from the nearest general store. The one is MY town and not the one across the pass.

That general store mainly to provide necessities so you dont have to go all the way to the larger town to get things. Especially if its snowing or anything like that.

Again the last few days has been very wet and rainy. Maybe if I’d begged Niki to stay home that day she would have relented. But i didnt and instead of that i left the house at my usual time, this time with some forsight, bringing a raincoat and rain boats. My bus was on time and i have never been happy to see it even if it smelled wierd sometimes. The rain was relentless all the wya to school. So badly that at times we had to go slow because we couldn’t see the car tail lights in front of us.

The same woman said hi to me and this time i said hi back. I dont think she heard me, which is okay. I listened to my music as i rode and tried again, not to fall asleep. Its just been one of those days when just sitting is exhausting.

When i reached my stop i didnt even have to pull the string to stop the bus, the lady just knew. The rain outside was freezing, and the second i stepped off, my hair was soaked. I had unfortunately not put my hood back over it. and now it was useless, all i had to do was get to school.

I didnt run but i walked quickly. I dont like to run much because it makes me feel extremely out of breath and my feet feel much to heavy to lift. Anyway when i got to school the whole enterance was full of puddle of water on the tiles and muddy prints everywhere. I feel bad for the janitors. Even with such a small school it would be hell to clean up after the students. To hopefully save them some work i throughly wiped my feet on the rug haphazardly laid out and avoided stepping in any other messes afterwards.

I went to my first periods. Nothing happened. Nothing ever happens. At my free period i went to the library and helped Karl organize some shelves. The library is the warmest part of the school, its a common known fact, so for most of the time i spent in there it was uncomfortably crowded. Not to mention that amount of kids skipping to meet up with their.. er partners like usual… Well it was a little overwhelming. Im glad i brought my headphones so i could either listen to music or just block out the loud waves of chatter and other things.

Karl asked me how Niki was, and i told him about her stressful case and he told me to wish her well and mentioned he might stop by with Sapnap to bring her a casserole. Sapnap is his husband i think, i dont know him very well and I’ve only met him a few times. I just know he, Karl and Niki went to school together in this very high school. It’s sometimes crazy to imagine my sister going here when she was my age. I wonder is she had the same old and dusty teachers as me or if they were young back then. She’s not very old. I promise you shes not.. anyway.

After lunch which stupidly i had forgotten AGAIN. Eve e with all the extra time i had this morning, i stepped down the hall to English, the final period of my day. My teacher, Mrs. Chin, greeted me at the door. Unusually enough. I knew immediately something was up. She smiled at me and handed me a packet. It wasnt thick but she told me to read through it and asked me if i would look into applying.

When classes officially started i started looking through it and realized it was multiple applications for various scholarships and colleges in the area. I never reall considered going to college. Looking foreward like that is always so strange to me. But i did my job and read through most of them. They all were for people like me. If there anyone like me in the world i would be surprised but they all offered discounts for those with talent and all sorts of things. There was even one for writing. Writing is fun but i if i were to ever go to school for anything, it would not be for writing.

I tucked the packet into the inside pocket of my slightly soggy backpack. I forgot about it all until i got home. I took the bus like i usually do. I mean, I hadn’t gotten a text or even interacted with niki except for that silent tap ont he shoulder this morning so i assumed she would be out late again with her job. Its still too rainy to do much of anything. Its windy now too. It sort of blows the rain into your face and pellets you with it . It feels like tiny pebbles being thrown at you.

Walking and waiting for the bus was horrible. They need to put some sort of shield from the elements at this stop. I know they wont because the town has no money. Its common knowledge that theres very little money left in this town. The people who are living here are living on the scraps of a long forgotten gold industry.

When the bus arrived i was so grateful, even if the ride was longer then normal and people starred at me longer then comfortable. I dont know why they starred at me.

My house was dark when i got home at 3:50. I turned all the lights on. Its weird when im home alone and it’s dark. I made more chai for myself and sat at the kitchen table to do some homework. Something for math that was assigned. Its not something i worry too much about. When i was finished i began to search for something to eat, but the kitchen is mostly empty of food. Just another thing i have to remind niki to get. I settled for a piece of toast with honey and peanut butter. Its enough to satify me for awhile.

Now im just sitting on the couch watching the rain and the distant dark forest. There’s not really any street lights of any kind this far away from the main areas of town so its crazy dark out there, even though the sun doesnt start to set for another hour or so. I’m not really busy, i was maybe going to read more into the packet my english teacher gave me or whatever. again if anyone is interested in asking questions, please do. The time is now 5:13.

#sleepyspeaking

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mejomonster · 1 year

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So Lee joon gi was amazing in Flower of Evil, I realized he's in 2 other kdramas I'd considered Watching - Moon Lovers and Scholar Who Walks The Night. So guess what's way higher on my list now?

Also I Did start Moon Lovers. I enjoyed the individual scene pacing, it felt good like you could keep attention then it would end at a good break point, so for someone with short attention like me (where kdramas are a struggle cause i can usually do 20 minutes of focus or 40 minutes with a halfway break but kdramas tend to be 1-1.5 hours) it helped a lot. Also the eps were only 1 hour versus 1.5. It didn't capture my attention like Flower of Evil or Beyond Evil so I couldn't focus super well, but definitely one of the better paced things I've seen recently! Especially since it's not my ideal genre so it was fairly solid to keep my attention, much better at it than King's Affection (which had good premise but got so lost and slow)

1. I love the lead actress, i loved her in Hotel Del Luna, it's cool to see her earlier acting. While I imagine she's not as solid as she'll be in later performances, her core is already there and helps a TON with selling the protagonist as relatable to us the modern person like her and selling the protagonist as a real girl with a past she was running from. I never saw the chinese Scarlet Heart, but I did see Jade Palace Lock Heart (with a similar premise - I loved it) and what that show was missing was a compelling backstory life for the main girl. So it's nice seeing in Moon Lovers even in ep 1 I feel I know her view on her life and situation and love and untrustworthy people already. (Jade Palace Lock Heart likewise to this, worked well because the lead actress did a good job at a realistic modern girl trying to survive and make a life in the time-travelled new place, which is critical, the protagonist has gotta be someone I can connect to for these)

2. My man has EMO HAIR TO RIVAL THEM ALL I love it! It's so Yang Yang Xiaoge! It's so edgy early 2000s! It includes a DRAMATIC DARK MASK how very Shen Wei Black Cloak Envoy of him! To some this will be too cringey or awkward compared to today's expectations, but for me I LOVE a dose of camp in my stuff, I love an anime esque flair of that ever popular mask used in dramas and I LOVE emo hair being fully committed to and gone with in a character design. If ur gonna go emo, screw it, do the full half face hidden right? Commit! And Moon Lovers sure did

3 I noticed our emo man shows up FIRST as far as all the princes go, so I'm assuming he's the endgame love interest. At least he better be ToT. First because I love his acting along with IU so id be super happy for them both to be the most on my screen. Second, because he's the shadier character archetype right now and I love when a show goes with that as the endgame, it's fun. Then also, I wonder if Lee joon gi gets casted often as the almost off-putting cold dangerous man? He clearly brought that to this role, and to his Flower of Evil role in parts. I wonder if it also turns up in Scholar that Walks the Night

4 I actually like all the princes. I'm excited to see more of them. And very worried. I know Jade Palace Lock Heart ISNT Scarlet Heart, but I heard they're similar. And in JPLH the prince the protagonist likes first? He ends up being quite cruel, ruining anyone he uses if it helps him, killing anyone if it helps him. (And hes played by the very hot Mickey He). Since OUR protagonist in Moon Lovers is looking fondly at the married "kind" prince, I'm quite worried he is cruel and since she doesn't know her identitys past life she is not aware of whatever cruelty he might have shown her before. I'm scared (but would also find it fun writing wise) that our kind married prince will be like JPLHs Mickey He prince. Back to the other princes: I like that their personalities are already getting distinguished even though it will take me a while to get all their names more. I think the political plots will keep my attention okay if the start is any indication. Also, oddly, the astrologer actor looks Super familiar to me. I remember liking his acting in whatever else I saw him in, so I'm happy to see him here.

5 all in all Moon Lovers is a Strong Start for me! Liked the episode a lot for a first one!

#scholar who walks the night #lee joon gi #moon lovers

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suyunsgf · 4 years

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Man I wanna re watch haikyuu even tho I’m reading passed the show

#WAIT its finally got a new season idk what the show goes upto now #actually im probably not passed the show then cause im only a little bit passed shiratorizawa (i really hope i spelt that right)#if i had to guess by how the show was paced before id be like halfway through the new season #but idk anything about it other than it exists jdjsjsj #for people who do know whats going on im like part way into their match against inarizaki #but anyways i just wanna see my boy suga in colour again ksnsjsjsj #also noya is wayyyy funnier in motion djsjsj #god im like this 👌 close to becoming a haikyuu blog #okie so they still putting out episodes for it 👀👀#if its 8 episodes n theyre barely passed the training camps then inarizaki is probably going to be in the last third of the season IF i had #IF i had to guess tho idk what happens after that game so idk what the best way to pace it would be #and the first round game wasnt like a HUGE deal so itll probably only be like 3 or four episodes #maybe theyd do the match after inarizaki too (assuming they dont lose of course)#they better not lose that match cause nekoma is next :(#no one spoil this for me im just THINKING #i gotta finish rookie historian first tho cause im almost done but i still dk whats going on #they just keep throwing in knew things!! i thought it was just going to eunwoo is a dumbass in love but theyre making it DRAMTIQUE #its like realllyyy good tho #i could finish it tonight if i through sleep out the window............

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cades-outsider · 3 years

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Robby Keene X Reader *SMUT*

Warnings: Smut!

You got me Hypnotized

You pace back and forth around your room nervously, you were finally going to meet your boyfriend Robby's dad; Johnny. Nervous didn't began to express how you felt, this was a huge thing for Robby and so it was to you too. You knew Robby and his dads past and you really wanted to make a good impression on Johnny.

Robby was laying on your bed, resting his back against the headboard while he tried to calm your nerves down. "Babe, he's going to love you. There's nothing to worry about" he said lovingly.

You stoped pacing around for a moment, his positive thoughts and words starting to get to you. Soon you began pacing again, now speaking your thoughts "but what if he doesn't like me? What do I wear? What do I say?" You started overthinking, this was such a big part of Robby's life and you didn't want to screw it up.

"Baby, calm down" Robby says getting up and walking over to you in comfort.

He lifts your chin up with his ring covered fingers bringing you to look into his striking eyes, "he's going to love you... and if he doesn't I'll personally karate chop him" He laughs, his smile lighting up your mood as his apparent dimples show through.

You sigh defeated as a laugh slips past your plump lips, this causing Robby to glance down at your lips while wrapping his arm around your waist.

"I guess you're right" You hum, moving to lay your head on his chest; hearing his soft heart beat while you do so.

"I'm always right" He jokes, causing you to laugh against his shirt covered chest.

He places his hand against your head, gently rubbing his fingers through your soft locks, causing you to sigh in comfort as your eyes start to get heavy.

"And don't worry about what to wear, i'll help you pick something out okay?" He agrees as you softly nod still resting your head against his chest, he begins to sway you both back and forth humming a gentle song.

"As far as I know we'll just be going out to diner, so everything will be fine" Robby comforts as you lift your head from his chest looking up at him, a sly smirk forms across his lips almost as if he had something planned for today.

"What's that smirk for?" You ask suspiciously, causing Robby to look at you.

"No reason" He replies as a mischievous look flows through his eyes.

You hum suspiciously but nonetheless you back down, thinking nothing of it as you get out of Robby's grasp. "So are you going to help me pick out an outfit for tonight or what?" You playfully tease as Robby continues to smirk.

"Alright, what are your first top options?" He questions crossing his arms as you rush over to your closet opening the double doors.

"We have this pair of pants with this top, this dress, or this jacket" You say picking out your top two favorite options.

Robby looks at them for a second before something catches his eyes in your closet, he smirks before walking over to it and placing it on your bed "this is the one" He smiles, obviously hiding something.

He walks into the bathroom to allow your privacy with changing while you look down at the outfit he had picked for you. It was a black pencil skirt and a white tank top with a sheer covering as the cover up.

You tilt your head, impressed with his picking as you began to get changed, you speak up letting Robby know he could come out.

He opens the door and leans on the frame, "well you look beautiful" He compliments causing your cheeks to heat up the shade of scarlet.

You shyly smile as Robby walks over, already dressed in his outfit when he got here. "Come on beautiful, let's go" He takes your hand, letting you slip on your shoes before grabbing your keys and leading you both out to your car.

A few moments you arrive at your designated destination, it was a beautiful Italian restaurant a little outside of reseda. Robby walks over to your door and leads you over to the front entrance telling the young lady that you had a reservation with Lawrence.

They escorted you to your table and placed a couple menus in designated seats, a few seconds later Johnny walked in with a kind smile and nervous fidgets as he was placed at your table.

You offered him a kind smile as the waitress placed your drinks on the table "so I'm assuming you're the famous Y/n?" Johnny kindly asks as you lend him a eye catching smile.

"Yes, i am. It's so nice to finally meet you Mr. Lawrence" You kindly say as Robby sends you a reassuring smile.

"The pleasure is all mine Y/n, and please call me Johnny. I'm not that old" He jokes with a chuckle causing you and Robby to let out a little laugh yourselves.

About half an hour rolled around of just endless amount of talking, eating, and just having fun. Soon you feel a warm hand against your thigh, the cold metal of Robby's rings causing you to gasp. Catching Johnny's attention "are you okay Y/n?" He questions obviously worried for his future daughter in law.

You quickly get ahold of yourself "O-oh yeah! I just have a slight cold is all, I'm okay" You smile reassuringly as you glance at Robby, that same mischievous smirk on his lips.

Johnny nods his head understandingly as he goes back to eating and starting up a conversation with Robby. Soon Robby's hand got to the edge of your underwear, causing you to suck in a breath as you took a bite of your food to cover the slip up.

You turned to look at Robby to see him calmly caring on a conversation with his dad while he was fixing to finger fuck you under the table.

You started to get oddly aroused by the fact that you could get caught in this position, causing you to become very soaked the more you thought about.

Soon you feel Robby's two fingers slip inside of you, not even giving you time to think as you lounged back in the chair, he was being very discrete with manipulating the sounds causing your eyes to slightly roll back at his skilled fingers.

As observant as Johnny can be sometimes he didn't suspect anything not once, the situation was making you very touch aroused and almost on the edge of cumming with the burning knot in the pit of your stomach.

Soon you felt the tip of his ring hit your insides as his finger brushed against your g-spot causing your body to jerk slightly against his hand though you kept your noises at bay.

Luckily Robby felt the jerk from his hands as he kept Johnny's attention on him, "so Y/n, are you interested in any martial arts per say... karate?" He asks slyly as his attention turns to you.

You quickly compose yourself "yes actually, I have. Sometimes Robby will teach me certain things and it makes me want to start learning" You smile, slowly grinding your hips against Robby's fingers also getting Johnny's attention to turn back to Robby's.

"Oh? Is that so Robby?" Johnny asks impressed as Robby's fingers increase in speed, hitting your g-spot right on a couple times causing you to slip up a moan quickly turning it into a groan of pain as you fake bitting your tongue.

Johnny thought nothing of it as he continue to spark up conversations between you two, soon your high was bulging through so you tap Robby's thigh as a sign letting him know which only makes him go harder, also adding a third finger causing you to cum on his fingers with a slight whimper under your breath, only Robby could hear causing him to let out a satisfied smirk.

Johnny soon turns too grab a waiters attention for the bill and while he does that Robby slips his hand from underneath your skirt and starts sucking on them with a moan at the taste pretending it was from the food when Johnny turned back around. Your jaw almost dropped to the floor when he did that, also sending a sly smirk your way.

Johnny quickly pays the bill for you and leads you outside to where your cars sit, "It was lovely meeting you Y/n, I'm glad my son has finally found the one" He smiles kindly giving you a loving father hug as he does to Robby.

"Thank you Johnny, it was amazing meeting you as well!" You smile kindly as he gets in his firebird.

You and Robby rush back to your car, you slip inside the passengers side putting your hands over your face "I cannot believe you just did that Robby" You start laughing as you try to calm your racing heart down.

Robby lets out a chuckle as he begins to drive back to yours, arriving in only five minutes. You both soon enter in your house, your parents being gone with the LaRussos due to work.

You and Robby walk upstairs, you flip on your bed as Robby does the same, pressing his lips against yours in a lustful kiss until his phone starts ringing. Pulling away from the kiss with a groan Robby looks at the caller ID to see it was Johnny.

"Hey dad" Robby mumbled slightly as they start their conversation.

Soon a mischievous thought pops into your head as a revenge plan to get Robby back from fingering you whilst at the same dinner table as Johnny.

Robby had walked over to your desk to sit in your office chair, spinning around while he and Johnny continue on talking, smirking slightly you get off of your bed and walk over to Robby, once he spins to where he can see you, you put your hands on the arm rest and stop the chair.

Robby looks at you confused as you slowly get onto your knees, his eyes widening when he realizes what you're going to do, though not apposed to the idea.

You start unbuttoning his jeans before unzipping them and sliding them off his legs. By the time you had slipped off his pants he was already hard from the position you were in, though you gently cupped his bulge before slipping his boxers off letting his cock slip out lightly hitting his v-line.

He lets out a slight his from the cold air as his hip push upwards, you smirk as you slowly start jerking his length in your hands, getting him warmed up.

You lean down and lightly swirl your tongue around the tip of his cock, running it upwards along his slit causing his hips to buckle and him letting out a strained stutter in the middle of his sentence.

Speeding up your pace you bob half of your head down his length, tightening your lips around his pulsating cock while teasingly stroking the other half of his cock.

Robby's head almost falls back as he grips his phone harder trying to keep a steady conversation with his dad. You began swirling your tongue around the tip of his cock again, but lazily this time with slipping more of his cock in your mouth.

Robby has enough of you not taking him all the way so he moves your hair out of your face, wrapping it around his hand and pushes you all the way down on his cock, you lightly moan at his dominance sending vibrations through his length causing him to grit his teeth and let his head fall back.

He continues to push your head down balls deep down his cock, Johnny must've asked him if he was alright because he responded with a strained answer.

"Y-yeah, I-I'm fine dad" He roughly bites his bottom lip, pushing your head down more causing you to tighten your lips around his thick cock.

Soon Robby ends the call, throwing his phone on your bed as he tries to catch his breath. "Look at you, such a filthy slut... sucking me off.. while I talk to my dad. You really like my cock don't you?" He runs his tongue over his teeth, with a mischievous smile.

You can't help but whimper as you continue to take more of his length, Robby raises his eyebrow at this "oh you like that don't you?" He smirks pushing your head further down.

Just as he was about to climax you pull away from his cock, causing his hips to stutter and his hands to dig into the armrest of the chair.

He groans looking up at you with a slight lusty glare as you did not let him finish. You smirk almost evilly as Robby roughly grabs your chin pulling you closer to him.

"You know y/n, I'm gonna make you pay for that" He replies to your smirk, causing you to gulp slightly from being so turned on.

"Then make me..." You purr out.

Robby's stands up grabbing you by your thighs letting your legs wrap around his waist, his once again hardened cock resting in between your thighs the only thing separating you two is the thin piece of fabric.

Roughly placing you on the bed he presses his lips against your as his right hand goes under your skirt, moving your underwear to the side causing you to let out a low moan when he slips a finger into your dripping core.

He doesn't give you time to process as he adds two more fingers causing you to breath the kiss panting for air as Robby leans his head on yours, watching you with his fiery eyes.

He pulls his fingers out and begins rubbing his middle finger around your clit, "Robby..." You whimper aloud, spreading your legs wider for him.

"No cumming, pretty girl" He smirks as he feels you clench around his fingers, getting close to your high.

Your once lidded eyes widen as you feel the burning pit in your stomach, "but- Robby I- can't hold it" You whimper desperately, grinding your hips so you could try and orgasm faster.

Just when you think you got through to him as he speeded up his actions, he removes his fingers literally one second before you could cum, causing your whole body to jerk and your legs to try and close.

"Robby please.." You let out another desperate cry as he begins pulling off your shirt, along with your skirt before discarding of them.

Eagerness took over you as you quickly unclasp your bra and pull down your soaked underwear, "someone's eager" Robby smirks as you began pulling his shirt off.

"Shut up and fuck me" Ending your demand with a desperate whimper.

"Be patient pretty girl, we have time" Robby runs his finger down the valley of your breasts, the coldness of his metal rings causing you to get goosebumps.

Leaning down he takes your nipple in his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue as he roughly squeezes the other, his hardened cock resting in the middle of your soaked pussy.

Finally giving in to what you both want he slowly slides the tip of his cock in your entrance, looking up to meet your eyes "is this okay?" He whimpers out, whilst you nod eagerly.

Finally bottoming out he slips his whole length into your pussy, leaning upwards he grabs ahold of your legs and spreads them wider as he begins to fuck you into missionary.

He watches as you start moaning, your boobs bounce up and down with each individual thrust, you hold your legs up while he holds onto your knees for support so he won’t thrust sloppily.

"What a sight to see pretty girl" Robby smirks as his head falls back once you tighten your walls around his cock.

You let out pathetic whimpers as your eyes roll into the back of your head, arching your back you start groping yourself while Robby watches as his cock slips further inside of you only to hit your g-spot after every thrust.

Him hitting your g-spot causes you to whine, harshly gripping onto your boobs Robby smirks "found it" He groans as he feels your pussy slowly bringing him closer to the edge.

"Faster p-please" You weakly moan out as you harshly wrap your legs around his waist causing him to hit a much deeper place inside you.

Your hands grip the bed sheets as your back arches, pushing your breasts into range as Robby grips onto one for support.

"Robby Im close!" You whimper out squeezing the bedsheets firmer.

This action causes Robby to snap his head up and grab ahold of your chin, leaning down to stare you in your eyes. He manages to deepen his thrusts by the different angle "look at me when you cum" He demands, feeling himself come closer to the edge as well.

You practically melt at his actions as you continue to look up at him lovingly as his cock starts hitting your g-spot straight on causing that burn in the pit of your stomach to only increase more, now feeling like fire as he kept speeding up and slowing down every now and then.

You keep your eyes from rolling back to keep a steady stare down with Robby as that knot breaks in your stomach causing you to clench around Robby, cumming all over his cock; some leaking down your thighs and onto Robby’s v-line. Just then you realized that you just squirted.

You were so dazed into your orgasm that you didn’t care as he tried his best to ride out your orgasm, fixing to pull out "wait no cum in me Robby… please" You nod, letting him know you were still on the pill.

Robby whimpers at this as his hips stutter, finally releasing into you. His hot cum shooting inside you, some filling you up to much as it spilled out of your pussy.

You both take a few breaths as Robby slowly pulls out, cum dripping down your thighs. Just then you look at Robby. His whole stomach and cock was drenched with your cum from where you squirted so hard.

Your cheeks flush from embarrassment, "oh god Robby I’m sorry" You say guiltily.

Robby chuckles "babe, I just made you squirt for the first time. That was so hot" He smirks as he leans down to press a fluttering kiss to your lips.

You smile as he picks you up bridal style caring you both to your bathroom, filling up the tub with water. He places you into the warm water letting you sit on his lap as he rested his chin on your head.

"I love you"

That was the first time he said I love you.

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This was requested by @peachymelon69

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froggywritesstuff · 2 years

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Eye F*cking | Anthony Ramos

pairings: Anthony Ramos x male!reader (he/they pronouns for reader) (he/him pronouns for Anthony)

warnings: swearing, gay panic, not proofread

A/N: I promise this isn’t NSFW or anything like that, sorry if the title is misleading

Y/N hastily dialed the number on their phone, anxiously waiting as it rang.

“Hey, Y/N, what’s up?” the familiar voice on the other end of the phone greeted them.

“You’re sick?!” they asked in a disgusted tone, “What do you mean you’re sick?!”

“I mean, I’m sick,” Lin explained, as if he were talking to a toddler, “You have to go on tonight.”

“Wh-what... you can’t just be sick!” Y/N stuttered, stalling to avoid the inevitable outcome of having to perform as Alexander.

“Turns out I can.”

Y/N rolled his eyes, despite Lin not being able to see it, “Well, I can’t go on tonight.”

“You kind of have to...”

“What if I was sick, huh? What would happen then?”

“You’re the understudy, you can’t get sick. And I know you’re not sick.”

“Bullshit, what if I was dead? What would you do then?”

“I don’t know,” Lin sighed, “Look, I know it’s hard, but you gotta go on tonight. You’ve done it in rehearsals plenty of times, you’ll be fine.”

Y/N anxiously tapped the side of his phone. It wasn’t so much the rapping or performing that had them nervous, but the person they had to perform with.

Y/N had rehearsed all the romance scenes tons of times, and sharing a kiss with Pippa while pretending to be her husband and the father of her children, making out with Jasmine and standing dangerously close to Renee while pretending to be in love didn’t faze him too much. It was more the Intense Gay Stares™ he had to do with Anthony.

At every rehearsal, Y/N would end up a flustered mess the second he made eye contact with him, so they guessed that staring at him as if they were secretly lovers in the American Revolutionary War would result in him passing out due to a panic attack.

He had seen Lin and Anthony do it effortlessly every show, so why did it make Y/N so nervous?

Could it have been because they actually wanted to be secret lovers with Anthony Ramos? Who knows.

"So can you go on tonight?" Lin asked, his voice snapping Y/N out of his thoughts.

Squeezing their eyes shut, Y/N nodded, a pained look on his face, "Yeah... I can."

"Great," Lin said, sighing in relief, "You're a life saver, Y/N. Break a leg."

Sighing, Y/N hung up the phone, "I wish my leg was broken."

Y/N then begun pacing around their apartment. That had always been the best way to find solutions to problems that he had been overthinking.

Unfortunately, an hour wasn't enough time for a solution to magically appear, when Y/N got another phone call.

The caller ID was labeled Anthony R.

Y/N had thought about changing it to something else. A nickname he had thought of for him, and of course the random idea of adding an unnecessary heart emojis next to his name-because he definitely didn't like him like that. But he had shut down those ideas the minute they were thought of, wanting to dismiss the silly fantasy of actually forming a relationship with someone he could barely talk to. He didn't even remember how or why he got his number, considering they never texted if it wasn't for work.

Before he could stop himself, Y/N had answered the call, "He-hello?" Y/N rolled his eyes at his own stutter, thankful that Anthony couldn't see.

"Hey, Y/N/N, it's Anthony,"

Heat rushed to Y/N's cheeks at Anthony's nickname for him. He had no idea how he came up with it, considering the two barely talked, but Y/N wasn't complaining.

"Hey, wh-what's up?"

"I'm guessing you know that Lin's sick, and he can't go on, right?"

Y/N hummed 'yes' in response, the fear of stuttering and making a bigger fool of himself got the better of him.

"So, you'll have to go on tonight, right?"

"Uh-huh," Y/N spoke, the nervous tone becoming clearer.

"Great," Anthony sighed in relief, confusing Y/N slightly.

Was he really happy that he was performing tonight? Shaking his head, Y/N shook it off, he was probably just imagining things.

"Would you mind meeting me at the theatre soon? I wanna talk to you about something- before it gets crowded with other people."

Y/N felt his heart rate pick up, "Sure, how soon?"

Y/N mentally congratulated himself, 'no stuttering!'

"Half an hour maybe? So then we'll have about twenty minutes before everyone else gets there. If that works for you."

"Yea-yeah, that works. Ha-half an hour works."

'never mind.'

"Great! I'll see you there,"

"Yup." Y/N said, hanging up as soon as the word left his mouth.

'What could Anthony possibly want to talk to me about? And why does he not want anyone else there?'

All Y/N knew was that they would have to magically get used to all the stares in a matter of minutes before they had to see Anthony.

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”Hey Y/N/N,”

Y/N whipped his head around, their heart pumping fast when they were met with Anthony’s warm smile. Everything about him made Y/N feel better. Sure, he was a flustered mess when Anthony used their nickname ever so casually, and he felt like his heart would burst out of his chest whenever he saw his smile, but it still made him feel better in a way.

”Hey,” they stammered out, mentally cursing himself for stuttering, “Wha- uh… what’s up?”

Y/N’s eyes shifted to Anthony’s fingers fiddling together. He had never seen him do that before, but he guessed that it was a nervous habit or something. Gosh, Y/N could never imagine Anthony seeming nervous. The guy always radiated confidence. Then again, Y/N was barely capable of keeping a long enough conversation with him to make assumptions like that.

"Lin mentioned that you were worried about one of the- well, a lot of the scenes that we have to do together as Laurens and Hamilton."

Y/N awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding Anthony's gaze like he had grown so accustomed to doing so, "He-he mentioned that, did he?"

How would Lin have known about it? It's not like Y/N went around advertising their weird little problems. Then again, he wasn't known to be the most subtle guy in the world.

Anthony gave a small nod, "Yeah, he did. A-and I was wondering if you'd wanna get in some practice? We haven't been the best at eye f*cking in rehearsals."

If Y/N's heart wasn't racing before, it definitely was now, "Wh-what?"

Anthony's eyes widened, holding up a hand as if he were trying to gain a wounded animal's trust, "O-only if you want to. I don't wanna psych you out before you go on, I just thought you might want to practice."

"Huh? No, no, I'm fine with practicing, it's just..." Y/N paused, looking around suspiciously as if someone were listening in on their conversation, "What did you say?"

"Eye f*cking?" he suggested, as if it were a normal, everyday phrase.

"Yeah." Y/N nodded, eyes widening at how casual it shouldn't have sounded despite Anthony saying it so casually, "What's that?"

Anthony squinted at them, "Do you not remember?"

"I think I'd remember what eye f*cking means." Y/N muttered, growing worried with every second of not knowing what 'eye fu*king' meant.

Eyes furrowed together in confusion, Anthony paused, deep in thought, "Wait... Oh man, you mustn't have been there that day..."

"Wh-what day? What day did 'eye f*cking' become a normal phrase?!"

"Hey, it's nothing to worry about," he reassured, placing a hand on Y/N's shoulder, as if that would calm him down, "It's just a joke we all came up with when we were talking about how gay John and Alex were. Like, how they stare for so long?" Y/N nodded hesitantly, letting Anthony continue, "That's eye f*cking."

Y/N's mouth fell open slightly in shock, "I'm... so mad at myself for not realizing that earlier."

A laugh escaped Anthony's lips, "Hey, don't worry about it. But, do you still wanna practice?"

"Uh..." Y/N paused, mentally debating the situation. It was either get used to the stares then, or on stage and in front of hundreds of people, "Su-sure. What song should we do first?"

"Well, 'Story of Tonight' probably has the most eye f*cking in it, so we should start there?" he suggested, though it came out as more of a question, as if he were asking permission from Y/N.

Y/N felt his heart pick up once again, "Yea-yeah. Good idea."

Sensing his worry, Anthony spoke up, "If you're nervous, just don't think about it too much. Try and think of it as just out characters."

'I can do that, right?' Y/N thought, nodding nervously as Anthony pulled out his phone, trying to find the backup track he practiced with.

Despite being nervous, Y/N loved performing as Alexander. He would always use theatre as an escape. A distraction. As a way to be someone else. And Alexander was a very good distraction from the nervous mess of a person Y/N had come to be. Yes, he was an asshole. (Y/N had mentioned it countless times before, if he could go back in time to meet any historical figure, he would meet Alexander, just to punch him in the face.) But that was apparently the someone Y/N loved to be instead of himself.

"Ready?" Anthony asked, the music ready on his phone.

Y/N nodded, taking deep breaths before beginning to sing, "I may not live to see our glory... but I will gladly join the fight... and when out children tell our story... they'll tell the story of tonight."

Anthony's eyes widened, his cheeks reddening slightly. It had been so long since they had rehearsed together, he had forgotten how much he loved the sound of Y/N's voice.

"Let's have another round tonight," Y/N sang, signaling for Anthony to sing next.

"Raise a glass to freedom, something they can never take away. No matter what they tell you..." Y/N felt his cheeks heat up as Anthony placed his arm on his shoulder, staring deep into his eyes as he sang, "Raise a glass to the four of us. Tomorrow there'll be more of us. Telling the story of tonight."

"They'll tell the story of tonight," Y/N sang, feeling a pang of disappointment when he had to walk away from Anthony.

"Raise a glass to freedom, something they can never take away,"

"No matter what they tell you,"

"Raise a glass to the four of us," Y/N felt his cheeks heat up as Anthony sang, gazing deep into his eyes.

"Tomorrow there'll be more of us," they sang together, arms wrapped around his shoulders, "Telling the story of tonight."

"They'll tell the story of tonight." they finished singing, staring deep into each others eyes.

'It's John Laurens. It's John Laurens. It's not Anthony. It's John Laurens. God, John Laurens was probably hot though-' Y/N repeated in his head in an attempt to calm himself down.

Clearing his throat, Y/N pulled away as the music finished, their cheeks burning hot.

"That was great," Anthony exclaimed, sending Y/N a bright smile.

"Thanks," he whispered, "I understand the term eye f*cking now."

Anthony laughed, making butterflies swarm in Y/N's stomach, "Seriously, you did great. I-I forgot how good of a singer you were."

"Heh, thanks. Yo-you did great too."

The two stared at each other as a comfortable silence settled around them, small, content smiles on their faces. Y/N actually felt calm around him for once, as if his heart wasn't racing at the speed of light from just making eye contact with him before.

A moment passed, when Anthony's hands began fidgeting again. A slightly nervous look flashed on his face, when he opened his mouth to speak, "Y/N, I never got-"

Whatever Anthony could've said was quickly interrupted by the door bursting open. The pair looked up to see a very stressed looking man standing in the door frame, a small sigh of relief leaving his mouth when he saw Anthony.

"Ant, thank goodness," he sighed, walking through the door to come closer toward Anthony, "We have a problem."

"Can it wait, Ryan?" Anthony asked, trying to hide the annoyance in his tone, failing horribly.

Ryan huffed, "Unless you wanna go out on stage with a hole in your costume."

Sighing, Anthony faced Y/N, "I guess I'll talk to you later."

Y/N just nodded, trying not to let the disappointment show in his expression.

Walking toward the door with Ryan, Anthony turned back around to face Y/N, "You did great by the way," was all he could say before he was practically dragged the door, the loud slam preventing him from saying anything else.

Y/N sighed as he was left alone in the large, quiet room.

'Thanks, but it's not that hard to pretend that I like you.' Y/N thought, rubbing his eyes with the palms of his hands, as if that would cure all of the stresses he was feeling.

Now wasn't exactly the best time to come to some sort of terms with his feelings.

______

"Sorry for interrupting you two, I-I had no idea you were rehearsing together."

Anthony sighed, before sending Ryan an apologetic smile, "Don't worry about it. We had pretty much finished up, and the only thing I would've done in there if I had been there any longer would be make a fool out of myself."

Ryan raised an eyebrow, somehow still keeping his focus on the tear he was fixing up in Anthony's costume, "So you two were just rehearsing in there?"

A confused look found it's way on Anthony's face, "Yeah?" he answered, though it came out as more of a question, "What else could we be doing?"

"Anthony, I grew up reading Wattpad fanfiction, I could make a list on what you two could've been doing." Ryan explained, a small smirk on his face.

"Gross," Anthony mumbled with a roll of his eyes, ignoring the way his heart rate sped up.

"I'm just saying that it seems like there's something more going on between you two."

Anthony sighed, "Y/N... No, I-I doubt he sees me that way. Plus, he probably doesn't want to get into a relationship with one of his coworkers."

Ryan huffed in frustration, "Whatever. Your costume's fixed."

"Oh, thanks man," Anthony said, stepping away as he offered a thankful smile toward Ryan.

"My pleasure. Also, my job." he added, pursing his lips, before his tone went slightly more serious, "But seriously, you should talk to him more."

"Ryan-" Anthony sighed, before getting cut off.

"I'm serious, Anthony. You don't have to marry them, just talk to him more."

Sighing, Anthony sent a sarcastic smile toward Ryan, "You're very annoying, you know that."

Ryan shrugged, "I'm persistent."

______

Y/N anxiously approached Anthony as he was waiting near the stage.

"Hey," he said, greeting him with a nervous smile.

"Hey, Y/N/N, what's up?"

Y/N had no idea how such a simple nickname could give him so many butterflies, "Uh, I just wanted to see you before we started." Y/N instantly cringed at what he said.

'Just wanted to see you before we started? Who says that? Jeez, I can't have one conversation without being weird can I-'

"Oh, thanks Y/N. I actually wanted to see you too."

"Really?" Y/N asked, feeling their heart rate speed up.

"Yeah," he began, beginning to fidget with his hands again, "I know I said that we should just separate ourselves from our characters for the performance, but..."

"But what?" Y/N asked, waiting for Anthony to finish his sentence.

Anthony sighed, shaking his head quickly before forcing a smile, "Never mind, break a leg out there."

Y/N nodded, a rush of nervousness and excitement filling their body when the lights began to dim, "You too." he whispered, before turning around to leave.

______

Though the show ran just as usual, Y/N couldn't but feel like he had done the impossible. All the scenes he'd use to dread, all the eye contact he would use to somehow subtly avoid all the time, he had made it through like it was nothing. Was he having the biggest gay panic on the inside? Of course. But did anyone else know that? No. And that was good enough for Y/N.

Y/N quickly made his way back to the dressing room, not wanting to run into any of the cast members that would most definitely want to question him about the scenes he did with Anthony, and he somehow got through them so calmly, something they had never seen before.

With the door of the change room locked, Y/N finally undressed from their costume. They sighed peacefully, finally having a moment to breathe without being stressed out, or without being interrupted by someone-

Y/N's shoulders slumped in disappointment at the sound of the knock at the door. He hung the costume on the rack and walked over toward the hanger, placing it on the rack. While slipping into their pair of jeans, he finally asked: "Who is it?"

"Anthony." he answered back.

Y/N instantly felt heat rise to their cheeks, eyes widened. In a state of panic, they harshly gripped onto the metal clothes rack, which resulted in their hand slipping and falling to the ground, their head hitting the metal with a 'thud'.

"Shit," they hissed, groaning as they quickly tried standing up.

"Everything ok?" Anthony asked, the concern clear in his voice.

Y/N's eyes widened as they saw the handle shaking, looking down at their bare chest, "Yeah! Everything... everything's good. I, uh..." they squeezed their eyes shut, rubbing the back of their as they tried thinking up an answer, "Do you... do you mind coming back later?"

"Oh, sure. You sure you're all good though?"

"Uh-huh." Y/N uttered quickly, looking around the room for their shirt. With no response, Y/N sighed in relief when they figured Anthony had left.

When they found their shirt crinkled up on the floor, they picked it up with a frown, but wore it nonetheless. Fortunately, they had remembered their hoodie, which would thankfully cover the crinkled mess of a shirt they wore. With their things packed up in their duffle bag, Y/N proceeded to exit the change room, opening the door to be face to face with Jasmine, who had a bright smile on her face, despite most likely being exhausted, “Oh hey Jazzy, what’s up?”

”Just wanted to say that you did great out there!” she gushed, making Y/N smile even more.

"Thanks, Jazzy. You were too."

Jasmine chuckled, "Thanks, but I meant you did great with Anthony."

Y/N's heart skipped a beat at the mention of him, pretty much knowing what Jasmine was going to ask, "Wh-what?"

"You know, with all the intense, loving staring you guys had to do. To act that calm whilst your crush is staring at you like he's secretly in love with you is pure talent. I thought you would've fainted from the way he was looking at you." she explained, shrugging slightly.

"Wait, what? Y-you think I'm into him?" Y/N asked, stepping inside the door frame more.

Jasmine nodded slowly, squinting at the man in front of her, "You mean you're not?"

"No!" Y/N cried, the crack in their voice telling Jasmine everything she needed to know.

"Right..." she mumbled, before turning around to call Pippa and Renee who were chatting just down the hall, "You guys think that Y/N likes Anthony, right?"

"Think?" Pippa asked, a confused look on her face.

"Who doesn't?" Renee asked, her expression matching Pippa's.

"What?!" Y/N demanded, his voice raising eight octaves higher.

"Oh, come on, you're not exactly subtle about it," Jasmine explained, a small smile on her face.

"Ye-yes I am!" Y/N stammered, his grip on the bag strap tightening.

"You're always so flustered around him."

“No I’m not!”

”It’s ok Y/N,” Renee began, “I’m sure there’s tons of people who like him the same way.”

”Bu-but I don’t-“

“Y/N?”

Y/N jumped, poking their head through the door space to see Anthony standing in the hall.

”Hey,” they replied, ignoring how Jasmine, Renee and Pippa stared at them with wide smiles.

”Um, can I talk to you? I-if you guys are done…?”

The women in front of Y/N all nodded happily, before walking off, smirking at Y/N and Anthony, despite the hard glare Y/N sent them.

When they were out of Y/N’s sight, he walked fully through the door space, greeting Anthony with a smile, “What’s up?”

”Y/N, I have something to tell you." Anthony began. Y/N couldn't help but notice his hands fidgeting together again. It had to be a nervous thing.

"What's up?"

”Um…” he mumbled, looking around at all the people walking through the halls, bustling to get out of the building, “Do you mind if we go somewhere more private?”

Y/N’s cheeks instantly heated up, but instantly suppressed those thoughts and gave a small nod, letting Anthony lead the way outside and behind the building. It was dark, the only light provided was the fading light bulb in the street lamp. Though Y/N was still able to make out Anthony’s face and all the gorgeous, gorgeous freckles that covered it. Y/N would’ve felt unsafe if it weren’t for Anthony. Despite almost never talking to him, he had formed some sort of bond with him during the performance and rehearsal time.

”So,” Y/N began, rocking their heels on the ground, swaying slightly, “What do you need?”

Anthony felt his heart rate speed up. He couldn’t even describe how adorable that one simple thing was to him. But he knew he needed to tell Y/N before anything else happened. With a deep breath, he spoke, "Lin... never told me you were nervous about those scenes."

"What?" Y/N's eyebrows furrowed in confusion as his feet stopped rocking.

"I... I kinda just wanted to do that scene with you, not in front of hundreds of people for once. Just with you."

Y/N just stared at him, his head tilted to the side in confusion.

‘Fuck he looks adorable like that,’ Anthony thought.

“Why?"

"Because, we never talk. We never hang out. I thought you wanted nothing to do with me."

"I just don’t understand… you could’ve just asked me. I would’ve said yes.”

Anthony sighed, “Well it’s not like you acted like you liked me.”

’Finally someone gets it!’

“You never talked to me. You always avoided me like you hated me.” Anthony explained, “I gave you my number hoping you would use it and talk to me more, but when you never did I just thought you didn’t like me.”

“Wha- I don’t hate you! I-I didn’t call you because I though you only gave me your number for work shit. I thought you only gave me your number cause you thought you had to. I didn’t talk to you because I thought you didn’t want to talk and I didn’t want to bother you! A-and I avoided you because…” Y/N trailed off, staring down at the ground, avoiding eye contact at all costs. Probably wouldn’t be the best idea to say ‘I avoided you cause I really like you and I’m afraid to be awkward and make a fool out of myself, also you’re really fucking hot and I get flustered really easily’.

”Why? Di-did I do something wrong? Why did you avoid me?”

Y/N was unable to make out Anthony's tone. He seemed frustrated, upset, and desperate at the same time somehow. Anthony's shoulders slumped in disappointment, a sad sigh leaving his mouth as he turned around to walk away. Y/N opened his mouth to say something, anything, but nothing came out. Instead, he just watched as Anthony walked about a meter away, before turning back around, meeting Y/N's eyes.

"I thought you were gonna stop me." he mumbled.

"Wait, what?"

Anthony sighed, walking toward Y/N, "I thought you were gonna stop me dramatically, like in those movies, you know?"

"Wha- what movies? What movies have you been watching?"

"You know," he began, a small smile forming on his lips, "The ones where they do this."

Y/N's heart beat so fast, he thought it would shoot out of his chest as Anthony cupped Y/N's face with his hands, gently pressing his lips onto his.

The kiss was short, barely lasting two seconds before they both pulled away, but it was still one of the best feelings either of them had ever experienced in their lives.

Y/N's cheeks flushed with heat as they met Anthony's face, "So those kinds of movies."

A/N: I swear I didn't mean to make this 4k words and 12 pages (that's a lie lol). the ending was kinda rushed, but I'm tired and it's good enough

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ptergwen · 3 years

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through the lens

w/c: 2.3k

warnings: swearing and mentions of blood (all fluff tho!)

summary: yours and peter’s date night doesn’t go as planned, thanks to his “little” accident and mj’s photography project

a/n: it’s been a minute but i’m back! for now lol i promise i’ll be way more active when exam season is over <3 this was based off the lovely pic above taken by the even lovelier zendaya and i hope you enjoy these… let’s call it random workings of my mind

“hang on, can you come closer?” mj instructs you, you promptly stepping towards her. “is this good?” “great,” she affirms and squints behind the camera. “smile really big on the count of three, okay? one, two, three!” doing as she says, you give mj your cheesiest grin with your eyes squeezed shut and all. she snickers while snapping the moment on her polaroid.

mj asked you to be her subject for a photography project. you’re happy to do it, although it’s super last minute. like, barging-into-your-room-and-begging-you-for-help last minute. she was supposed to turn this in days ago. lucky for mj, her teacher was feeling generous and gave her an extension.

you have to work fast because of mj’s deadline and your plans with peter. he’s coming over for a movie marathon and cuddles right about now. well, he’s actually running a tad bit late. that’s typical peter for you.

“just a couple more, and then you’re free,” mj informs you while shaking out the polaroid. “this is honestly pretty fun, you know.” you glance at the photo she’s holding with an eyebrow quirked in surprise. she captures you well. “what made you choose me?” “no one else was free on a saturday,” she snorts and tosses the picture in a pile with the rest.

your mouth falls agape. “i’m not free! peter’s gonna be here in…” you check the time on your phone, much to your dismay. “he’s a few minutes late, but still. i have things to do, too.” a smirk sets on mj’s face as she gets ready for the next photograph. “relax, y/n/n. i was kidding. i’m sure spider-dweeb will be here sooner than you know it.” sighing lightheartedly, you take a seat on your bed.

“don’t call him that,” you shake your head. mj throws her own head back to the ceiling. “ugh, but that was a good one,” she insists, you only humming. “it’s better than penis parker, at least.” “nah, i like the alliteration,” you laugh out and earn a giggle from mj. “you’re lucky parker doesn’t have super hearing, or does he?” winking, you hit a pose for mj. you’re looking at her over your shoulder with smolder eyes.

“ask him yourself, after you get this shot.”

the two of you continue messing around with her polaroid until the film is almost gone, and peter has yet to arrive. you’re starting to worry. you aren’t sure where he could be.

he doesn’t patrol on weekends unless it’s an emergency, and he would’ve told you if there was one already. he’s never this late without sending a text, either. it’s almost an hour past when date night should’ve started. on the other occasions peter has gone off the grid, they didn’t end well.

“i’m freaking out, em. do you think he’s in some kind of trouble?” you ask mj, pacing around your bedroom. she offers a sympathetic shrug. “maybe he just ate some bad yogurt. remember last time?” being the dummy he is, peter once scarfed down an entire tub of vanilla yogurt before he realized it was expired. no one heard from him for days. he didn’t show up to school or answer any calls.

may ended up inviting you over and explaining he’d gotten a stomach bug, which you then tended to him for the rest of. the story was so amusing, and so peter.

“may doesn’t buy him dairy anymore. why do you think he always raids your freezer?” you bring your fingers up to rub your temples. “the kid can empty ice cream cartons in one bite,” she agrees, silently cringing. her curiosity piques at the fact. “is that also a power?” “who cares?” you nearly shout, your fingers curling into fists. “what i wanna know is if peter is fucking okay.”

on cue, there’s a knock at your apartment door. you and mj exchange looks of urgency, both rushing out of your room to answer.

mj follows you through the hall and stands by your side while you fumble with the lock. when your door pulls open, ned has his hand raised to knock again. “ned? what are you doing here?” you don’t give him the chance to speak. “have you heard from peter? he was supposed to be here a while ago, but he never showed.” rather than answering in words, ned takes a step aside.

the sight you’re met with makes you gasp. peter peeks out from behind him, cuts and bruises littering his flushed face. he gives you a lopsided smile.

“you have your answer,” mj murmurs to you and eyes ned curiously. he lets out a nervous chuckle. “here he is.” you push past ned and practically jump into peter’s arms, your hug bone-crushing. “peter, oh my god! are you okay?” wincing, peter hugs you back by your waist. his chin rests carefully on your head.

“hey… i’m alright, baby. still pretty sore, though,” he sucks his lower lip between his teeth. you take the hint to loosen your grip on him. “i was worried something bad might’ve happened to you. i… i guess i was right.” your tone softens, you threading a hand in his curls. they’re completely disheveled from whatever went down with him.

ned heads inside to catch up with mj, the two of them letting you have a moment alone.

“someone’s got a spidey sense of their own, huh?” peter tries to lighten the mood by joking. it doesn’t work, a frown still evident on your face as you try to untangle his once soft locks. “baby, everything’s fine. i just… had a little accident is all. no big deal,” he reassures you and moves in to peck your lips. you’re so shocked that you dodge the kiss.

“little? your whole face is black and blue, pete!” you tug on the white collar of his button up, peter letting out a shaky breath. your other hand comes to rest on his cheek, touch gentle. “how’d you get like this?” he licks across his lips shyly and sets his hands on your hips. “see, on the way over there were these bad guys who-“

“no there weren’t,” ned cuts in, scoffing at the beginning of his friend’s story. peter shoots him a warning look over your head. “yes there were, ned. you weren’t even there!” he catches mj glaring at him before he continues. “don’t listen to him. anyway, i had to fight them because…” when he trails off, you stroke your thumb across his cheek, avoiding any wounds in the way. raising both eyebrows, mj speaks up.

“because why? go on, parker. i’m intrigued,” she encourages him. everyone can tell peter is lying except you. the question really is, what’s he lying about? he gulps down his spit, pulling your body against his for comfort. “take your time, peter. we can wait,” you say only for him to hear. his love filled eyes meet yours, and he nods. ned huffs at the dramatics unfolding before him.

“dude, you’re making this way worse than it actually is. just tell her!” he demands, mj cocking her head to the side. peter’s gaze flits between the two of them. “tell me what?” you wonder softly and tilt his chin, willing him to look at you again. “i… i…” peter’s shoulders slump, his voice lowering in defeat. “there weren’t any bad guys.”

“of course there weren’t,” ned confirms. “no shit,” mj adds. exhaling, you wait for your boyfriend to further elaborate. “what really happened, then? be honest, pete.” peter lets go of you so he can come into your apartment properly, you shutting the door behind him. he scratches the back of his neck as he fills you in. “ok. um, me and ned were hanging out.”

ned is attempting to stifle a laugh for some reason, which mj elbows him for. you take one of peter’s hands. “yeah?” “we were at my place, and… you know those really slippery steps on the sixth floor?” peter pauses for someone to answer, playing with your fingers. “the ones flash almost wiped out on once?” mj questions in amusement. he lets a quiet chuckle out. “good times. yeah, those.”

his gaze averts to the ground, you listening on. “so, i was walking ned out on my way over. we were talking about spidey stuff-“ “as per usual,” mj mumbles to herself. ned raises his hands in defense. “—and i told ned i could always stick my landings. he didn’t believe me.” you playfully roll your eyes, seeing where this is going. “so… i, uh, decided to show him,” peter finishes off.

“i did a, um, backflip. tripped and fell down the flight of stairs,” he finally admits to you, putting his other hand on top of your intertwined ones. “clearly, i was wrong.” his bloody face is now red from humiliation. “you didn’t trip, dude. you freaking summersaulted!” ned corrects him and bursts into laughter he’s been holding back. “idiots, both of you,” mj simply remarks.

“that’s it? why didn’t you just say that?” you almost laugh yourself. groaning, peter rests his forehead against yours. “because it’s embarrassing! i wanted you to think i’m a tough guy or whatever.” placing both hands on his cheeks this time, you nuzzle your nose against his. “you don’t have to be a tough guy to impress me, babes. you’re kind, smart, funny. makes up for you being such a klutz.”

peter cracks a grin, easily capturing your lips in the kiss he didn’t get to before. it doesn’t last long because mj gags and ned whistles at you. you’re both giggling when you pull apart, peter kissing the tip of your nose for good measure.

“you really mean that?” he checks, tucking back a strand of hair from your face. “of course. i have a thing for himbos,” you tease and poke at his bare chest. his eyes widen. “how about i get you some ice and you find our first movie?” you’re already off to the kitchen, beaming at peter. “date night’s still on?” he happily plops down on your couch, mj showing ned her pictures from earlier.

“as soon as those two get out of here,” you call loudly enough so ned and mj hear you. “yeah, yeah. we’re leaving,” mj deadpans, shoving the photos back into her portfolio. peter glances over at it curiously. “what’s that for?” “photography project,” she says and gets an idea. “i have some film left. y/n took up most of it… you losers want the rest?”

while mj coerces her way to a higher grade, you put some popcorn in the microwave for your movie marathon.

“well, i could use a new lockscreen. i’m in!” ned quickly concedes. him and mj both give peter hopeful looks. “i’m not!” he protests, squishing one of your pillows against his chest. “with my face looking like… this? forget about it.” mj walks over to him and places her portfolio on the coffee table. “what? those gashes are gnarly… in a good way, i mean,” she promises.

“painful, too,” peter murmurs. “y/n, hurry up with that ice!” mj demands, grabbing the polaroid camera from its string around her neck. you wave her off. “what i’m saying is, they’ll look sick in my portfolio.” mj forces a smile, ned looking at her weirdly. “uh, what’s the theme of your project again?” “freestyle, baby,” mj casually replies.

peter comes up with a condition that could persuade him. “if you say please, i might consider it,” he concludes, mj perking up. “please be in my project. pretty please?” she instantly requests, ned pursing his lips from behind her. peter rubs his chin. “y/n, what do you think? should i?” you pipe in from the kitchen. “yeah, so she’ll leave my house.”

“you heard the lady. i’ll do it,” peter gives in. all but squealing, mj gestures for ned to sit. “this’ll only take a few minutes. you guys are really saving my ass.” ned gets comfortable next to peter on the couch, who wants to see how far mj will really go. “aw, we are? i believe that calls for a…” ned catches on. “it comes after please…” mj picks up her camera with gritted teeth. “thank you, morons. say cheese!”

that’s the only warning peter and ned get before they’re blinded with the flash. ned does a toothy grin as he leans into peter’s side. peter musters up the best smile he can, hair a mess and cuts burning pink on his face. satisfied, mj snatches the photograph as it pops out.

“pleasure doing business with you two,” she states, you joining the three of them in the living room. you set the popcorn on the table and give peter his ice pack. he presses it to his cheek, kissing the back of your hand. “send me that!” ned reminds mj, helping himself to your bowl of popcorn. she salutes him.

“there’s my star. what do you say, y/n? wanna take one more really quick?” mj suggests, already holding up her polaroid. you take the other cushion next to peter, your head on his shoulder. “can peter be in it with me? since he’s in the modeling mood tonight.” he wraps an arm tightly around you. “let’s do it, sweetness.”

eagerly jumping in front of you two, mj crouches down to get a better angle. “on the count of three. one, two, three!” the camera clicks, and you surprise peter by laying a smooch on one of his cheeks. he’s holding the ice against his other, genuinely smiling for this picture. ned coos at you, mj showing off her work when it dries.

“how adorable,” she says sarcastically but means it. peter nods at her in appreciation, his lips brushing the side of your head. “what can i say, you’re a pro,” you compliment mj. “come on, em!” ned cheers through a mouthful of popcorn.

tonight was an unexpected and exciting mess, even if your date night did get crashed.

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the-weirdos-mind · 3 years

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League of Villains X Teen! Reader: You’re Gonna Go Far, Kid

Songfic of the song with the same name by The Offspring. Here’s the reader’s quirk:

Quirk- Manipulation

Type- Emitter

How it works- Similar to Aizawa’s and Nighteye’s quirks you have to look someone in the eye to get them under control. They’re unaware that you’re controlling them but still aware of their senses. When you have someone under control you can do whatever you want with them until you either look away from that person (it doesn’t always have to be eye contact), blink, or release them. Whenever someone is under your spell, it’s like being trapped in a room with one-way glass. They are aware of what’s going on but, can’t get help.

Drawbacks- If you use the power for more than an hour you’ll get a headache. If you push yourself you’ll get a migraine. You can choose when to activate it and for how long but the time still adds to an hour no matter how many times you activate it in the day.

Trigger warnings: Blood and use of violence, if I’m missing anything then let me know so I can correct it

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Show me how to lie You're getting better all the time And turning all against the one Is an art that's hard to teach

You followed Giran down the hallway to an unknown place. You had the hood of you (F/C) on to hide your (H/L) (H/C) hair with your eyes on the ground. You watched as foot after foot in (F/C) shoes put pressure on the dirty ground. You mentally sighed as you reflect your life choices. You didn’t want to live this life but everyone around you saw your quirk as one thing; villainous. You got tired of the words and became what they wanted you be. You realized that heroes are worthless and they didn’t care that a young (boy/girl/person) was heading down a dark path. You glanced up to see the man opening the door. You immediately looked down and followed him in the room.

Side glancing at the room you noticed it was a bar. There was a purple cloud like man with yellow eyes in a suit and a metal brace around his neck. He was polishing a glass behind the bar. On a red stool was another man holding a glass of alcohol. He had his pinky raised away from the glass though and you silently raised an eyebrow. Is this because of his quirk or is he British? His shaggy blue hair was covering most of his face but when he turned to face the two, you saw a pale hand covering his face and his red eyes glaring at you. You glanced down at the floor. Not yet.

“You seriously brought a child?” He asked setting the glass cup down. “You do know that this is for mature adults? And (she/he/they) can’t stare at me in the eyes? How rude.” His voice was raspy and you concluded he was holding the glass like that was because of his quirk.

“Shigaraki, this is (Y/N), I brought (him/her/them) cause (he/she/they) need some training with (his/her/their) quirk.” Giran said and took a drag from his cigarette. He exhaled and a smoke cloud came in the room. “(He/She/They) is getting better at it but, (he/she/they) still needs some help.”

You rolled your eyes at him. “At least I don’t treat kids like they’re nothing.” You mumbled still bitter about Shigaraki’s comment.

“What was that?” The blue haired man asked, dangerously.

“So, you’re deaf huh? I thought an excellent leader would treat a new recruit with respect no matter the age they are.”

Another clever word Sets off an unsuspecting herd And as you get back into line A mob jumps to their feet

“Shut up.” Shigaraki muttered and scratched his neck. He was stressed about the trouble this kid was causing. Sure he and Dabi didn’t get along but he liked being in control. “(He/She/They) is mature for (his/her/their) age.” Giran said. “Maybe with (him/her/them) as leader it won’t be bad.” He added. He knew what you were doing. If you get him mad enough to get him to look at you in the eye then you can show off your quirk. You did keep your mouth shut as the man stood up and walked over to you. You looked at him in the eye and a (F/C) hue came to your (E/C) eyes. His eyes begin to fog up a little, not enough to appear blind but enough to look suspicious.

Now dance, ****er, dance Man, he never had a chance And no one even knew It was really only you

Shigaraki barely saw the change of your eye color. He was so surprised to started dancing. His feet moved in a fast pace in place. “What the ****!?!” He yelled, only in his mind. Dabi started laughing again. The scarred man leaned over clutching his stomach. He’s laughing so hard he might start crying, or blood will fall from his destroyed tear ducts, if he’s not careful. After a few minutes of dancing you blinked to end the curse on him. They didn’t know that you caused it to happen. Giran smirked and patted you on the head. “What the h***?” The man asked looking around, wondering what just happened.

“That is (his/her/their) quirk at work.” He man said before the other could get angry. “With a power like (hers/his/theirs) would be useful for heist situations and causing diversions wouldn’t it?”

“What is (his/her/theirs) quirk?” The wisp man asked.

“Manipulation.” You said. “Whenever I look at someone in the eyes it activates my power. I can hold control of them for at least an hour before I get a headache. Best part is no one knows that they’re under my grasp.” You said.

“I’ll admit that I’m impressed.” Shigaraki said. “Welcome I guess.”

Giran smiled. “You won’t be disappointed.”

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And now you steal away Take him out today

After a few weeks of joining the League you’re on your first solo mission. Before this one you were mainly paired with a blonde haired girl named Toga. She was pretty nice when she wasn’t obsessing over blood or trying to stab you. Other times you were paired with a man named Twice. He would say two different things and it would give you mixed feelings about a job well done.

You walked through the area of the city to a hero agency. Your job is to find maps of the inside and steal them. Shigaraki didn’t care if they were on paper or not all he cared about was getting them, It’s pretty simple to do but considering this is you, you had a knife and a handheld gun just in case if things went south. So far it was going well. You got a security guard under control and using him you were able to get a computer with the building’s layout on it. Pulling out a flash drive that Compress had given you, you stuck it in the computer and start downloading. Unfortunately, you looked away from the guard and he glared at you.

“I don’t know your plan here kid, but it’s best if you leave now.” He said. He did try to alert someone but it was useless, he was trapped in his mind until you looked away. You looked at him and put your hand in your pocket with the knife.

“I don’t think so.” You said. Before he could call for backup you pulled the knife out and threw it at his chest. He gasped at the impact of the knife and slumped to the floor. Blood was falling from the wound fast, staining his shirt and forming a puddle. Thankfully there was a ding as the data had finished uploading to the flash drive. You walked over to the computer and pulled it out. You smirked as you pocketed it and pulled the knife out from the guard. You left the building leaving behind a guard slowly bleeding to death.

Nice work you did You're gonna go far, kid

You walked back into the hideout and put the flash drive on the bar next to Shigaraki. He nodded at you when he saw it. “Good job. A win for us.” He said and carefully pocketed the piece of tech.

“And in an hour too.” Spinner said.

“That’s really impressive!” Twice said. “It’s not that impressive.”

You feel a hand clamp on your head and ruffle your hair. “Not bad, kid.” Dabi said. He could tell you’re gonna go far in the villain industry.

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With a thousand lies And a good disguise Hit 'em right between the eyes Hit 'em right between the eyes

You had gotten in the school with one of the best lies you have, your parents went there. It wasn’t U.A. but it’s also training people for the hero industry. The plan was to get the best marks in the school and transfer to U.A. as the highest in your class. Giran came into play for making fake documents that pass off as real.

The one on one fight that took place with some kid you didn’t even bother to know was annoying. His quirk was something water related and you almost drowned a couple of times. You finally looked at him in the eye and ordered him to stop. You ran up to him and punched his face, in the between the eyes a couple of times. The first one stun him while the other knocked him out.

When you walk away Nothing more to say See the lightning in your eyes See 'em running for their lives

You panted and wiped the sweat away from your forehead. You walked away from the ring where the training took place and looked at everyone else. They looked away from you in fear and parted like a body of water. You swore you saw someone running for their life. You smirked to yourself and took your seat on the bleachers. Pride danced in your eyes like lightning.

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Slowly out of line And drifting closer in your sights So play it out I'm wide awake It's a scene about me

The first thing the infamous Class 1-A noticed about you is how secretive you were. You shared nothing about yourself other than your name and quirk. They noticed that you did some… shady things to put it mildly. Some noticed you snuck out of the dorms at night. Idia, Miydoriya, Bakugo and Todoroki had followed you to an alleyway and heard you talking to some shadowy figure there. Both spoke in soft whispers that they couldn’t tell who you were talking to and whether or not they were male or female. Other than that occurrence, they didn’t get anything else.

About a week later, the League attacked UA. You had managed to get them in through your student ID and gave them full access to the school, by a really good copy of the little plastic card. Five minutes prior to the attack, you had excused yourself from math, who needs it anyways, and went to the bathroom. While the lockdown was going on, you met with Toga in the halls. The plan was to get to All Might and kill him, the typical plan made by the man child of a leader you have. You both heard footsteps running towards you and saw it was the class president, Iida. “(L/N), get away from her!” He yelled, doing his hand chop thing. You smirked and took out the dagger the blonde handed you. “No, I don’t think I will.” You responded. Time to shine.

There's something in your way And now someone is gonna pay And if you can't get what you want, Well, it's all because of me

He stood there, shell shocked at the sight before him. His classmate was a villain? You couldn’t use your quirk yet, anyways. You decided to let the scene play out. You let a dark chuckle seeing his face. “All my life I’ve been told that I was best suited for a villain. You know, you could’ve used the time you knew me to get to know me but, everyone treated me the same as before! It’s too bad that things had to end like this. Wait, no it’s not that bad. You and your class are gonna pay!” You yelled. You lunged at him and he dodged as he snapped out of his shocked state.

“(Y/N), it doesn’t have to be this way!” He said and continued to dodge the blade. He was still surprised and didn’t attempt to fight back because he couldn’t believe the suspicions about you were true. You growled in frustration. “It’s too late for me anyways. You can’t turn me to the light.” You said and looked at him in the eyes and yours started glowing (F/C). He almost let out a gasp but it didn’t leave his body as his eyes fogged up a little.

Now dance, ****er, dance, man, I never had a chance And no one even knew, it was really only you And now you'll lead the way

You smiled as the class representative had fallen for your trick. “Now, we’re going back to the class, and you’re going to act like everything is alright.” You ordered.

He nodded. “Yes, (Sir/Ma’am/Other).” He said, voice coming out robotically. He set off to find his class and you followed him, due to your power. The irony of the situation was almost amusing to you. Almost. The head of the class, now a puppet. A puppet that can dance to whatever twisted moves that you have set for it.

Show the light of day Nice work you did You're gonna go far, kid Trust deceived

You followed him down the twisting paths of the hallways to the rest of the class. Your gaze fixed on the back of his head. You knew Toga was going to inform everyone else that everything was according to plan. Finally, the two of you reached the hiding area where everyone else was. “Thank goodness you found, (him/her/them!)” You heard Izuku said. Then he noticed that something was off about his classmates. You were refusing to look at anybody else than the boy in front of you and Iida’s looked dazed. Like he was… under someone’s control.

The greenette’s eyes widened. His classmate was… no. He had his suspicions but the truth is hard to handle. Before he could say anything, Iida gave him a swift kick in the face.

With a thousand lies and a good disguise Hit 'em right between the eyes Hit 'em right between the eyes

They stood there in surprise and shock. A blanket of fear had covered them, making them stand there like statues. The only sounds were the groans of Miydoriya and the thud of his body hitting the ground. “I-Iida.” Ochaco stuttered in fear. No one had expected the class president to attack their classmate outside of training. The blue haired boy then hit the nearest person, Mineta, giving him a punch to the cheek. No one really reacted to that. In all honesty, the grape had it coming.

When you walk away, nothing more to say See the lightning in your eyes See 'em running for their lives

While they were distracted, you used the opportunity to leave. It didn’t matter if Iida was going to spill the secret you kept from them. That s*** was already out. You smirked to yourself knowing which side of the street you belong in.

Now dance, ****er, dance, he never had a chance And no one even knew, it was really only you So dance, ****er, dance, I never had a chance It was really only you

The mission went out as planned. It was only a ploy to strike fear in the hearts of citizens. After all, an attack with no causalities is far worse with ones that do. You now sat at the bar, a bottle of water in your hand. You may be a criminal but the age of drinking consent is something that you can’t argue with. No matter how hard you tried. The news was on talking about the event. Everyone was able to get away without anyone being caught. Call it luck or whatever but, you’re thankful that they did. The anchorwoman was talking about how a student was involved with the League and helped out. A picture of your face appeared on the screen and you smirked. It wasn’t a school photo but a mugshot from a previous capture. One you managed to get away from. No one even suspected you, or so you think, but regardless it’s wonderful to see.

With a thousand lies and a good disguise Hit 'em right between the eyes Hit 'em right between the eyes

You couldn’t help but chuckled remembering the looks on each of their faces. What they thought was a classmate was really playing a part. A perfect disguise if you asked yourself. You have the innocent looking (boy/girl/person) appearance and if anyone who didn’t know you found out about your job. It would’ve made you laugh as not everything is as it seems.

Your fists tingled as they remembered the feeling of their face contacting your skin. You placed the hand that held the plastic bottle on top of the other’s knuckles. The feeling is something you’re going to remember for a long time.

When you walk away, nothing more to say See the lightning in your eyes See 'em running for their lives

A pair of footsteps came walking in and you dropped your hands to your lap. You see Shigaraki walking into the bar holding a folder, with a finger away from it as always. You know it could only mean one thing. “Another mission?” You asked, voicing your thoughts. The boss nodded and handed it to you.

“Go over it and be ready for when the time comes. You did good on your last mission, keep up the good work. You’re a valuable character.” He said before walking away. You weren’t sure if the last sentence was a praise or another video game term but regardless you nodded.

“Will do.” You said and opened it up, wondering what will be to cause more fear in the people. And more pride in yourself. Each success makes you happy.

Clever alibis, Lord of the Flies Hit 'em right between the eyes Hit 'em right between the eyes

You almost busted out laughing seeing which role you were supposed to play. An innocent citizen who loves all the hero crap. You won’t be alone this time, having Toga to accompany you on this one. You felt excited for the mission. It would mean more people will realize what idiots heroes truly are. The truth will knock them down from the clouds.

When you walk away, nothing more to say See the lightning in your eyes See 'em running for their lives

But right now, it’s time for a nap. The last mission tired you out. You took the folder with you and walked to your room. All that matters right now is a bed, a blanket, and wonderful dreams of a world where people run in fear from you.

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favefandomimagines · 3 years

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Too Old to be Jealous (k.m.)

Summary: after years apart, your older brother pays you a visit in New Orleans. the brother you didn’t tell Klaus about

AN: i hope this is good 😂 i haven’t written for klaus in a hot minute so i’m a little rusty

Request: @i-smoke-chapstick AHHHH YOUR WRITING IS AMAZING!!! Literally your style is gorgeous :) Since i saw requests were open, Id love to request a Klaus Mikealson x Reader! Maybe something were the readers brother comes to town (Even though no one knew she had a brother) and just kind of waltzs into the french quater and kisses the reader on the cheek. Everyone is like ??? and Klaus is SUPER jealous, and she has to explain that its just her brother? Tysm for taking the time to read my request, i read your ed nygma imagine and you have to be one of my favorite writers on the platform ❤️❤️❤️

There was no call, no text, not even an email. You had no idea your brother was going to be town or you would have prepared better.

When it came to Klaus Mikaelson, any male who gave you the slightest bit of attention was trying to take you from him. And Klaus was the jealous type. He always had been ever since he met you in the 40’s.

It seemed to escalate since the two of you got married after he left Mystic Falls. It didn’t help that you were very unforgiving when it came to him and Hayley and the fact they conceived a child together.

It took graveling and various apologies to get you back after that. So, he was holding on to you as if his life depended on it. Which in his mind it did.

If your brother would have given you any notice, you could have told Klaus that your brother was coming to visit and prepared him. Instead, you were ambushed. And Klaus Mikaelson was notorious for not handling an ambush well.

“I think we should bring Hope here more often.” You commented as you and Klaus were walking through the quarter. “Love,” He started. “Yes, yes, I know. It’s not safe.” You interrupted in a more playful tone. “But we can get her that dress you liked so much.” He said.

You smiled triumphantly, slightly getting your way and that was enough for you. You both continued walking down the cobblestone when you felt a pair of hands squeeze your waist, causing you to jump.

“Hello, Y/N.” You heard before a light peck was placed on your cheek. You turned around and saw your older brother. “Matthew? Wh-What are you doing here? Why are you here?” You asked him.

“I heard through the grapevine that you were in New Orleans, thought I’d come visit.” He answered. As you were chatting with your brother, Klaus was fuming at the interaction.

Who was this man? Why did he kiss you on the cheek? What was the history between you two? You didn’t even notice Klaus leave so quickly until you went to introduce him to Matthew.

“Oh, uh, Klaus must have left.” You said, a slight sadness in your voice. “Who’s Klaus?” Matthew asked. “My husband.” You answered. “You got married and didn’t tell your older brother?” He teased. “You have been very hard to get ahold of the past ten years, Matthew.” You replied.

You invited him back to your home in hopes that you could introduce him and Klaus the right way. You didn’t really know why he had just disappeared without saying anything to you.

Maybe there was an emergency he hadn’t told you about. You and Matthew had arrived back to the compound and you looked around for Klaus. “He’s in the study, if you’re looking for dad.” Hope announced from her place on the stairs.

“How upset does he look?” You asked. Knowing his mood would change how you approached him. “On a scale from one to ten, I would say a solid eight.” Hope answered. “Uh, Hope this is Matthew my older brother. Matthew, this is my step-daughter, Hope.” You introduced the two.

As they were conversing, you went into the study and saw Klaus slowly pacing. “You disappeared.” You commented. “You seemed to be in good company.” Klaus rebutted. “Klaus,” You started. “Who was he? An old friend? An old flame? The two of you seemed very comfortable with each other.” He interrupted.

“Klaus,” You attempted again. “Was this overdue payback for what happened with Hayley?” Klaus accused. “Klaus! If you’d stop with the accusations for half a second, I could explain to you.” You stopped him.

“That was Matthew. He’s my older brother and I haven’t seen him in ten years. He just showed up out of the blue to surprise me. I haven’t mentioned him because I haven’t seen him.” You explained.

You could see Klaus begin to calm down and look slightly embarrassed for how he reacted. “He’s your brother.” Klaus stated. “Yes, Klaus, he’s my brother. There is no other man I want to be with beside you.” You told him, approaching him slowly.

“I apologize, love. I overreacted.” He said. “You did, yeah. But I can overlook this little outburst of yours if you let me bring Hope to the quarter more often.” You suggested. “You know I’d protect her with my life, there’s no need to worry.” You added.

Klaus sighed as he took your hands in his before looking at your smiling face. “I guess that would be okay. It will be nice for the two of you to spend time together.” He said. “Now, can I introduce you to Matthew now that you know he’s not a threat?” You asked.

The man nodded his head slightly as you grabbed his hand and brought him out to the foyer. “Also, you’re too old to be jealous of anyone anymore.” You joked.

Introducing your husband to your brother was not the most natural thing to do. Especially since it had been a couple of decades.

But it seemed to calm down Klaus enough to have an actual conversation with Matthew. You and Hope were sitting on the steps as you watched Klaus and Matthew converse in a esther friendly manner.

“They seem to be getting along.” Hope commented. “I know. It’s weird.” You replied. Klaus and Matthew stood up and approached you and Hope. “I have to be heading off. It was good to see you, baby sister. And it was great to meet you, Klaus.” Your brother said.

The exchanged another handshake and Klaus almost seemed elated to have met Matthew. “You should’ve introduced us sooner, Y/N.” He added. You looked at him with wide eyes before glancing back at Klaus.

If you would’ve known the two would have gotten along so well, introductions could have been planned ages ago. But knowing Klaus he still would have found a way to be jealous.

#imagine #imagines #klaus mikealson x reader #klaus mikaelson #the originals #the vampire diaries #the originals imagine #hope mikaelson #klaus mikaelson imagine

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sakura-ame-no-ai · 3 years

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"on caffeine."

pairings: kenma kozume x reader

genre: fluff

a/n: i felt a little kenma today, so this one is a little more "spaced-out" or just "randomly-torn-out-from-the-notebook" kind of feel if you get what i mean... anyways, enjoy! :) (i'm a little surprised that there were some people who liked my last fanfiction i wrote lol)

"kyanmaaaaaa?!" kuroo screams.

kuroo currently stands in the doorway of kenma's room, eying the see-through containers on the floor. they're obviously coffee jugs used to fill up coffee in the coffee machine.

you sit beside kenma, watching him trying to beat the difficult level of the game repeatedly as he quickly chugs the content of another coffee jug. his eyes are glued to the screen, focusing on every action of his small character, who is jumping and dodging about in order to evade the fire pellets spat out from a plant-looking monster sitting on the right side of the screen.

at this moment, kuroo scrambles over to the computer and forcefully turns off the pc system by jabbing the power off button on the screen forcefully. the screen instantly blinks into a pitch-black, making you and kenma look at kuroo incredulously.

"kuro! we were about to beat that boss!" you whine angrily, looking back at the now dark screen.

kuroo doesn't care though. instead, he swipes away the coffee jug that kenma is about to take another swig from and collects the remaining jugs from the floor.

"both of your eyes need a break," he lectures, wearing a stern expression.

"you two have been superglued to that computer since high school started like glitter glued to paper."

"kuro, at least we do what we're supposed to," kenma retorts, his eyebrows furrowing into a mad frown.

kuroo frowns back.

"cut the lies, kenken. you've been skipping meals with n/n and you know it. you two can't survive off of caffeine, tannin, xanthine, or any of that shit. you two are literal coffee addicts."

"ahem, it's not me drinking the coffee?" you point out, mad at him about being accused of drinking coffee.

you watch the bedhair march towards the trash can and lift it up, showing you its contents that contains unhealthy sugary drinks. obviously, you were the only suspect who would drink them.

"well, n/n, if you're trying to live by eating glucose, then become a tree and photosynthesize. even plants do better than you."

with that, kuro places the jugs and trash can down on the carpeted floor. the next thing he does pisses you and kenma off. he checks the wiring behind the computer screen, unplugs the wire cable that is supposed to project anything that was inside the computer system, and pockets it.

the two of you stare at him in silence as he lifts up the things he placed on the ground and exits the room, closing the door behind him.

"goddAMMIT, TETSUROU!! GET THE FUCK BACK!!" you screech, rushing to the door.

"COME BACK YOU LITTLE- eh?"

you are taken by surprise as the doorknob won't even budge no matter how much you try to turn it.

with the help of kenma, you try other ways to bust the door open, like pulling the knob, pushing the door, and even slamming into it. every attempt you make is proven unsuccessful and you sink down onto your knees in exhaustion.

eventually, the two of you give up.

"looks like he stuck a knife in the door since he knew there's no lock on it," kenma states, peeking at the crack between the door and the door frame.

"and he knew he'd be dead as hell if he stole the cable for the computer," you sigh, plopping on the bed.

you live in the same apartment as kenma, but your room is down the hall and nothing connects it other than that hallway. because kuroo locked you inside, there's no way to even make an escape down the hall.

"damn it, that sly feline..."

"maybe, we play games on your phone?" suggests kenma, his eyes looking hopeful.

you sit up excitedly.

"that's actually a great ide- wait, no. my phone's in my jacket, which is in the living room."

kenma exhales in despair.

"my phone isn't in my room, either. i left it in the kitchen, i think."

good grief, now both of your plans are ruined, unfortunately.

kenma plops onto the bed next to you, and you stare at the ceiling boringly with him.

"man, is there anything else we can do other than doing absolutely nothing?" you ask, closing your eyes.

kenma only shrugs, making you groan sadly.

now that you're fully aware of the room you're in, you begin to realize the chilly air surrounding you since you're wearing short-sleeves.

"i'm cold."

kenma notices you wrapping your arms around yourself and the slight shivering of your body. if he had been wearing his nekoma jacket, he'd lend that to you. however, he isn't wearing it, and he was too lazy to get up and take a walk to the closet and back just to get the jacket.

he takes a moment to examine the soft and fluffy covers that both of you are currently laying on before lifting it up, making a hole that's enough for him to slip in.

he holds the blanket cavern open and looks at you, which you understand without him speaking. you fit yourself inside the covers with your body squeezing against his as kenma closes the entrance to the cavern to your shoulders.

with the covers enclosing kenma's warmth around you, you feel a sense of security.

the feeling that everything is going to be alright.

kenma usually isn't that inviting though. deep inside you know it. he's usually reserved and he doesn't really give a crap to kuroo. he usually doesn't really care for you, too, even though you're his best friend.

maybe it's because of the caffeine that kenma is willing to give you such an intimate opportunity. he usually doesn't get too hyper when he drinks coffee, but he's usually a little more welcome and emotional after consumption.

but, that doesn't matter now.

you feel the soft feeling of an arm wrap around your shoulders, and a small push that makes the side of your face lean against his chest.

there, you experience the soothing sound of his heartbeat pumping at a steady pace ever so peacefully.

"i guess staying like this while not having video games is not that bad," kenma points out. "even though it'd be better with video games though."

you are about to agree with him out loud, but a light drift of exhaustion takes over you. your thoughts become fuzzy and your eyelids gradually close.

there was nothing you could do, other than to agree with him silently as you drift off into a peaceful slumber.

nothing can be ever so inviting without him by your side.

suddenly, you get jolted awake by the clack of a doorknob. although your vision is still blurry, you are still able to see.

a crack of light shines into the dark room from the door as you hear someone sing in a low voice, "kenkeeeeeeeeen... n/nnnnn-"

but, the singing gets cut off and before you know it, you realize it's kuroo who has just come into the room, staring silently at you and kenma on the bed in a cuddling position.

he blinks at you.

you blink back at him. and then, you start clearing your throat, trying to resolve the embarrassing scene.

"ahem. kuro. i can explain."

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wordsnwhiskey · 3 years

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As It Should Be | Chapter 4: Company

Pairing: Agent Whiskey x F!Reader x Frankie Morales

Summary: Whiskey gets a surprised call and he and Frankie have a long talk.

Rating: M

Warnings: Talks of drug use, alcohol, mentions of character death, mentions of canon typical violence, PTSD, violent nightmare

A/N: I really wanted this conversation to happen between these two given their respective histories. We all know that Whiskey needed therapy and in this verse he gets it. It’s also my HC, from what I vaguely know (I’m not an expert and I could be very wrong), that Whiskey was an officer in the Air Force where he flew/placed in jets and that’s how he knows how to fly an F-22 (The Silver Pony).

We are getting some angst and some fluff this time folks!

Also, yes I do have a specific soap in mind for Whiskey, it's Old Glory by Duke Cannon

Huge special thanks to mi esposa @danniburgh and my friend Agent Capri Sun for the betas and encouragement!!

Masterlist | Series Masterlist | Chapter 3: Statesmen & Demons | AO3

He was drowning. He needed...something. He needed help.

Frankie pulled his phone out, went to the recent number that was, as of yet, unsaved, and pressed ‘call’. His shaky hand brought the phone up to his ear as the line rang.

Whiskey’s hair was still wet from his shower, and his white t-shirt clung to his damp skin. Eyeing the take out on his counter, he sank into his couch and smiled at your texts:

Whiskey: Thai sound good, sweetheart?

Bourbon: God yes Jack, I’m starving!

Whiskey: I’ll let you know when I get outta the shower, see you soon sweetheart

He was just about to send you a message to come on over when his phone rang. Glancing at the clock on his stove, then back to the unfamiliar Texas number on his caller ID, he frowned.

“Whiskey.”

His greeting was curt. Who the hell would be calling at 8:30 pm on a Wednesday?

“H-hey Whiskey, it’s me, Frankie. Is… uh, is she there?”

Whiskey’s frown deepened, not that he minded Frankie calling him, far from it, but his voice was cracking like he’d been... crying?

“Oh, hey there, Flyboy. No she isn’t, do you need me to get her?”

“N-no, no… I, uh, I don’t want her to see me right now. I’m, uh,” Whiskey could hear Frankie take a deep breath on the other side of the line. “I’m having a bad night, Jack. Could you come get me? I’m at the hotel.”

Jack shot straight up, practically leaping to his feet.

“Did you…?”

The question clung to the air like lead, crushing both of their chests in the silence.

“No, I haven’t… I just… fuck.”

Jack was moving, grabbing his leather jacket, keys, and Stetson, practically sprinting out the door.

“Don’t worry about it, Flyboy. I’m headed your way.”

He shifted his weight while he waited for the elevator to take him to the parking garage, shooting off a quick text to you in apology. Frankie’s words, “I don’t want her to see me,” rung in his ears and he decided to hold off on telling you what had come up, at least until he could see you at the office tomorrow.

Whiskey: Hey sweetheart, sorry something came up and I can’t do dinner tonight. Everything’s fine, see you at the office, sugar. X

Your phone went off and you quickly unlocked it, eager to hear back from Jack so you could head over. A frown pulled the corners of your lips down at his text, but you knew he wouldn’t cancel on you without good reason.

You: See you tomorrow, cowboy. Better make it up to me ;)

Frankie had left the door slightly ajar and was pacing around his room, arms crossed in front of him when he heard a quick knock, then the handle was turning and Whiskey crossed the threshold. He took a cursory glance around the room: nothing but minibar booze bottles, thankfully. Whiskey let out a sigh of relief that was short-lived when he took in Frankie’s demeanor. Frankie’s face was taut with shame, and his gaze refused to rise any higher than Whiskey’s boots.

“I didn’t know who else to call,” Frankie choked out, “ Pope, and Hawk… I can’t disappoint them again. I’ve been clean for three years, and I didn’t…”

Jack shook his head and beckoned Frankie over, wrapping his arm around the other man’s shoulders and pulling him in for a quick, tight hug.

“C’mon, Flyboy, this is not the time nor the place to talk about this. I’m taking you back to my place, and we’re gonna have some whiskey that’s much better than what you’ve had here, and then we can talk.”

Frankie nodded and grabbed his hat, planting it on his head as Whiskey tugged him out of the hotel room. He was so deep in his thoughts and his guilt for having Whiskey come out that he didn’t realize where he was until the elevator dinged. Whiskey unlocked and opened the door to his condo, giving way to a view so incredible Frankie almost forgot to breathe. Across from the entryway, on the far side of the condo, the gorgeous New York night skyline twinkled back at them from beyond the wall of glass windows. Frankie marveled at the rustic elegance of Jack’s home. It had an entirely open floor plan, giving Frankie a view of the dark cherry butcher block island, the top-of-the-line range top, and other appliances, all immaculately clean. For a moment, he wondered if that was because Whiskey ordered out more than he cooked, but then he saw the bags of takeout on the counter and immediately felt guilty.

“I’m sorry, looks like I interrupted your dinner plans.”

Whiskey closed and locked the door behind him, hanging his jacket up on the nearby hook. He glanced over at the takeout, then put his hand on Frankie’s shoulder.

“Don’t worry about it, partner. I just told her something came up. You hungry? I ordered her Drunken Noodles, be a shame to put them to waste.”

Frankie was about to decline when his stomach rumbled, and Whiskey chuckled.

“C’mon, Flyboy, go sit down on the couch and I’ll bring the food and some whiskey round.”

With a nod, he toed his dress shoes off (they were all he had without his go bag) and made for the brown leather couch. He sat down a bit stiffly, feeling awkward given the circumstances. Whiskey brought over the containers of food, handing one to Frankie and resting his own on the coffee table before grabbing them the promised drinks. He sat down, and Frankie took his drink in one hand, relishing in the smooth burn as he took a sip, then set it down to dive into his food.

They ate in a relaxed and cozy silence. Frankie finished first, which wasn’t a surprise. When Whiskey finished, he took Frankie’s empty container with him to toss in the garbage before he made his way back. An awkward silence replaced the previous comfortable one, and Frankie found himself having a hard time pulling his gaze from the amber liquid in his glass. Whiskey took a deep breath, then turned on the couch to face Frankie.

“Santiago said you’ve been clean for three years? That’s quite the accomplishment.”

“Yeah, thanks. Doesn’t really feel like it right now. I feel like I failed. I’m worried I’ll slip up.”

“I don’t think you will, Frankie. Neither do Pope or Bourbon.”

Jack didn’t know why, but the words rang true in his mind, even though he hadn’t known Frankie for very long.

“You don’t seem like the kind of guy to throw three years of hard work away, Flyboy.”

A small smile tugged at Frankie’s lips and he took a sip from his glass.

“Must’ve been weird for Halcón. Last time she saw me, fuck, I was barely with it. The suspension hit me hard. I had been getting my shit together before Colombia and the funeral. I just wanted to be able to fly. I couldn’t and still can’t stand the idea of being grounded. That, and I knew my fianceé would leave me if I didn’t get it together. But then, well, we all went to Colombia.”

“I couldn’t imagine being grounded. I don’t fly often, but to not have the option? I dunno what I’d do.”

Whiskey shook his head and grimaced. Frankie perked up, head snapping to meet Whiskey’s gaze.

“You fly?”

“Mmmhmm, was in the Air Force for a bit, did jets. Statesmen has an F-22, the Silver Pony, that I fly.”

A small buzz of excitement was washing over Frankie, and he subconsciously scooted closer to Whiskey. He didn’t really have anyone to talk to about flying, even if helicopters and jets were two very different means of flying.

“What made you risk it, Flyboy? What happened in Colombia?”

Frankie frowned and let out a deep sigh.

“Pope had been down there for a few years, chasing a narco named Gabriel Martín Lorea. He finally got a break when his CI told him she knew where he was hiding out and where he was stashing his money. He showed up outta the blue asking us, our old team, to come down and do recon, $17k just for a week of recon. If we wanted to stay on after that, we’d be entitled to 25% of whatever we seized, and the rumour was that Lorea had $75M on him. I’m guessing Halcón was busy with a mission for you guys, and I’m glad she was. It ended up being a fucking shitshow.”

Whiskey noted the faraway look in Frankie’s eyes as he sighed and took another swig from his glass, shaking his head as Frankie recalled the events.

“After the recon, Pope said he thought we could do the job ourselves, take all the money and not tell the local governments. We found out that the local agency hadn’t been the ones to pay us the $17k. That had come out of Pope’s pocket. He was so sure that the locals were on Lorea’s payroll, and if he went to the local agency, Lorea would disappear with the money. At the end of the day, none of us could say no. Turned out the rumors of Lorea having $75M were wrong. The house was stuffed, literally, with cash. Tom, our captain, got greedy. He ignored our hard-out time and insisted we take more loads of cash. We ended up stealing close to $250M, then we burned the house down.”

Whiskey whistled. “$250M is a lot of money, partner…”

Frankie barked out a humorless laugh, his eyes rueful.

“Too much. Our helo couldn’t take it all and make it over the Andes. I knew it before take off, and I warned Tom and Pope, but all any of us could see was the money. Tom didn’t want to leave it on the runway. I almost had us over the Andes when a gearbox blew, and I had to get us back to flat. We had to cut the money net, and it was just our luck that it happened to be over a coke farm. It was a bad landing. I honestly don’t know how none of us were seriously injured, but Pope and Tom went to go and convince the farmers to get out of the money. Our comms were out, so we were going off of hand signals. Tom got too trigger happy, and he dropped a few of the villagers. I-I provided cover fire, too…”

Frankie hung his head, no matter how much Will, Benny, or Pope had tried to reassure him, he still held an enormous amount of guilt over what had happened. He felt Whiskey’s hand rest on his shoulder, and he leaned into the touch.

“That’s what you were trained to do, Flyboy. You couldn’t have known any different, especially without comms.”

Frankie nodded, taking a large gulp of his whiskey, then continued on.

“A couple days later, we took fire in the mountains, and they got Tom. It ended up being a kid and another guy from the coke farm. We killed them, but there was nothing we could do for Tom. Headshot, he died instantly. 10 years we all served together, and then he was gone, leaving behind an ex and two daughters. It could have been any one of us though, Jack… we all took lives during that mission. Tom just took the wrong ones. It… it could have been me even, I shot some of those villagers, too.”

Frankie felt Whiskey’s grip on his shoulder tighten and looked up to see the empathetic sadness of someone who truly understood how he felt reflected back in Whiskey’s eyes. Frankie cleared his throat.

“We ended up bailing on a lot of the cash, taking only what we could carry in our daypacks and tossing the rest in a ravine so we could haul Tom’s body out with us. At the end of it, we made out with around $5M, but we all agreed it should go to Tom’s family. I got back to find my fianceé had left. She couldn’t stand my leaving with Pope. Looking back, my addiction is probably what really did us in, but I was devastated to come home to an empty house after everything that had happened. Things got… dark after that. I fell back on old habits, fuck, I had barely been clean a few months when we went to Colombia. I didn’t want to think about what we’d done there, didn’t want to feel the emptiness, didn’t want to sleep and deal with the nightmares. I was a mess, and I… uh, I took too much one day. Pope found me unconscious, lying on the ground, and got me to the hospital. When I came to, I realized I didn’t want to end up dead in my shitty apartment, once they discharged me, I checked into rehab.”

Frankie took another drink. No one other than Pope knew that knocking on death’s door had been the turning point for him. Whiskey chewed on his lip, taking a drink and debating whether he should share his past as well.

“Drugs are… a terrible thing to get hooked on. My high school sweetheart, carrying my unborn son, was murdered by two meth head freaks robbing a fucking convenience store. I was on leave from the Air Force, waiting for them to come home when I got the call. I didn’t realize how much it festered in me until about a year back when we were taking down the Golden Circle.”

Frankie nodded. He remembered that he had been glad he was clean by then.

“I’m sorry, Whiskey… I didn’t know, I shouldn’t have-”

Jack’s hand moved from Frankie’s shoulder to rub his back reassuringly.

“Listen, the things you’ve done and seen for our country… and not, well, it’s a lot, and I know it’s not the same as the freaks who… it’s not the same. I almost sabotaged the mission. My hate-addled brain thought it would be justice… It was Bourbon who very literally knocked me on my ass and kept me from making a decision I’d regret. She encouraged me to see a Statesmen counselor, which has been a lot of work, but has been more helpful than I ever thought it would be. Have you thought about that?”

Frankie was distracted for a moment by Jack’s hand. It felt nice, reassuring, safe, things that had been sorely lacking for him today.

“I have and I did, well, I had to as part of the program, and I kept it up for a bit after. It helped, but… I couldn’t really talk about what happened with Tom. Sure there’s confidentiality and all that, but what we did is all kinds of illegal. I couldn’t exactly bring that to a session or group.”

Frankie snorted, a ghost of a smile tugged at a corner of his mouth.

“Really though, aside from the program I was in after rehab to get my license back, I’ve gotten some hobbies and some other out-outlets. This was just a lot. I needed to not be alone.”

Jack cocked his head at the way Frankie stuttered and subconsciously fidgeted with the bandage on his right wrist. He had picked up from the night prior that Frankie had a thing for pain, and Frankie’s reaction when he had bandaged him up was further proof of that. But using it as his sole outlet or method of working through his issues was something he wouldn’t enable. His eyes narrowed, and before Frankie could blink, Jack snatched his left hand, mindful of the tender marks as he held fast and fixed Frankie with a hard stare. Frankie flinched at the sudden movement then his eyes widened a little.

“You know this ain’t a solution, Flyboy.”

Jack’s voice had an edge to it bordering on a growl. Frankie shook his head quickly.

“Shit, no, Whiskey, the i-impact p-play stuff, i-it’s an outlet, and it’s not my only outlet. I met my old partners, Sam and then later on her husband, a year and a half or two years ago. I was a year clean before I even had my first session with either of them. I met Sam when she booked a flight tour, and one thing led to another… She’d come back into town and sometimes her husband would come with, but we all kept everything pretty quiet. They helped me relax, and they had their fun.”

Frankie was doing his best to be nonchalant, but he couldn’t help the slight bitterness creeping into his voice. Maybe it had to do with the fact that Jack’s tone had thrown him off guard, unexpectedly stirring something in him. Whiskey, of course noticed on both counts, having been trained to do so. He could see through Frankie a mile away. Frankie nervously took another sip from his glass, shuddering as Whiskey’s thumb gingerly rubbed circles over the marks, seemingly accepting his explanation.

“You know, had I known about your… interests, I would have done things a bit differently last night, Flyboy.” He winked at Frankie, then smirked as he examined Frankie’s wrist more thoughtfully. “How are they doing?”

“G-good, thanks. And uh, well, you’re one of 3 people who know.” Frankie murmured.

Whiskey’s eyebrows raised slightly in surprise as he nodded and released Frankie’s hand.

“Really? Not Pope or Bourbon?”

“Are you kidding me? Pope would never let me hear the end of it. There are some things he doesn’t need to know.” Frankie chuckled and shook his head. “And Halcón? Well, there was never any reason for her to know. We never did anything together before last night.”

“How long has it been since you last saw Sam or her husband?”

Frankie downed the rest of his whiskey, eyes far away for a moment, remembering their last session, the sharp pain followed by a rush of endorphins and the occasional soothing praise. He shook his head gently, blinking himself out of his memories at the feeling of Jack’s warm hand on his knee.

“It’s been a while, six months? They moved overseas.”

There was a beat of silence, Whiskey could sense there was something up, it was a subtle shadow flitting across Frankie’s face. He decided to push a little more.

“Did you have feelings for them?”

“It was complicated.”

The edge in Frankie’s voice was tinged with pain, and he tried to cover it up with a laugh that came out humorless.

“I guess it isn’t that complicated. After six months, things shifted, and they made it clear I wasn’t part of their long term plan. It became very transactional, which was fine, but there was less and less... care after.”

“Oh.”

The response slipped from Jack’s lips, and he was momentarily stunned quiet before his temper began to flare. His index finger and thumb gently gripped Frankie’s chin, forcing him to meet his gaze.

“Listen carefully, Flyboy. What I did last night was the bare minimum of what someone should do in that kind of situation. Anything less is negligent. Christ, how was this ever stress relief for you if you were left to free fall afterwards?”

Whiskey’s voice was calm and even, but Frankie could see the fury raging in his eyes. Sensing Whiskey’s desire for understanding, he nodded then shrugged.

“I guess I’d try to go on a hike with one of the guys or go train at the gym.”

Silence fell between them, a muscle in Whiskey’s jaw clenching before he glanced at the clock and let out a deep sigh, willing himself to calm down.

“It’s already just about midnight, Flyboy. Why don’t you go shower, and I’ll put on a clean bandage for you once you’re done. You can use my bathroom. There’s a clean towel hanging you can use. Don’t worry about clothes, I’ll leave something for you to sleep in on my bed so you can change while I set up the guest room for you.”

Frankie was about to protest, saying he could do his own bandages, but Whiskey fixed him with a stare and shook his head.

“Go on Flyboy, get yourself in the shower. Head down the hall, second door on the left. Your room is across the hall. I’ll be waiting there with the medkit when you’re done.”

Whiskey took Frankie’s empty glass and stood, taking their glasses to the sink while Frankie got up and made his way to the shower. A pensive frown tugged at Whiskey’s lips. Tonight certainly explained a lot of things. The sharp fury that permeated Whiskey’s chest when they were talking about Frankie’s previous partners returned. How could someone not be bothered with aftercare? It was also clear that Frankie felt abandoned by them. On some level, the poor man was probably terrified of that happening again, if he even entertained the thought of something between the three of you. Whiskey waited a few moments until he heard the water running before heading into his room. He let out a sigh as he grabbed a white t-shirt and a pair of linen shorts for Frankie to wear, leaving them on the bed before he left to make sure the guest room was all set.

Frankie undressed quickly, folding his clothes and setting them down on the vanity in a neat pile crowned with his hat. Next, he made quick work of unwrapping the bandage around his wrist and tossing the materials in the garbage. He let out a sigh of relief as he stepped into the shower and the hot water scoured the last two days from his skin. The relief was quickly replaced with a small whine of pain as the water hit his wrist. Closing his eyes and bracing himself against the wall with his forearm he breathed through the pain, acclimating to the sensation. Frankie took a minute to just exist, trying to enjoy the quiet that had slowly crept back into his mind. Taking a deep breath, he set to work getting himself clean. The steam made the air thick and heavy with the scent of Whiskey’s soap, something akin to leather and tobacco leaves. It clung to Frankie’s lungs, and he could have stayed there enjoying it for considerably longer. But, he didn’t want to keep Whiskey waiting, so he rinsed off and hopped out of the shower. He toweled off, smirking to himself when he saw it was monogrammed (because of course it was), then headed out and changed quickly into the shirt and shorts that had been left for him.

Whiskey looked up in time to see Frankie stride through the doorway wearing his shirt and shorts, smelling like him, his soap. He swallowed thickly and tried to recover with a smile.

“Feel better, Flyboy? C’mon, sit down. Let’s have a look.”

Frankie nodded, then took a seat next to Whiskey on the bed and gave him his right hand. Whiskey hummed his approval at the lack of resistance from Frankie, something the pilot felt tug at his chest.

“This is looking much better, Flyboy, should be completely healed in a few days.”

Whiskey smiled as he finished tending to and wrapping up Frankie’s wrist. Without prompting, Frankie offered his other wrist and Whiskey couldn’t bite back the smirk that followed. He was glad though, glad that Frankie was trusting him with this and was embracing these moments, even if it was for something small. Frankie’s left wrist was considerably better off, but even so, Whiskey was still gentle as he looked him over.

Frankie’s heart fluttered at the intimacy of what was happening. Here was Jack, a man he’d known for barely 48 hours, who was taking care of him, who had dropped everything to come get him, who had spent his evening letting Frankie talk. He couldn’t remember the last time someone had treated him this way.

There was an overwhelming urge building in his chest, and without thinking, he acted on it.

He gripped the collar of Whiskey’s t-shirt with one hand, tugging him closer as Frankie leaned in and kissed him. Whiskey was shocked for a moment, it had been the last thing he had been expecting, but he quickly recovered when he felt Frankie’s tongue swipe at his lip. His hand rested along the column of Frankie’s throat, thumb grazing over the scruff along his jaw as he deepened the kiss, leaning into Frankie and tasting him.

A small moan pulled Jack back to his senses, resting his forehead against Frankie’s and cupping his jaw with this other hand. They both panted, trying to catch their breath, and Whiskey smiled as he gave Frankie another quick kiss. For a moment, Frankie was worried he had overstepped when Whiskey cut off their kiss, but looking into the other man’s eyes, he knew that wasn’t the case.

“You’ve had a long day, Flyboy, we’re not gonna do anything tonight. Tomorrow though, if you want, I could help you get rid of some of that stress and help you come down the right way. No rush, no pressure, you can say no and nothing changes. I don’t want an answer right now either, sleep on it.”

Frankie’s breath quickened and his pupils dilated at the thought, but one thing nagged at him.

“What about Halcón?”

Whiskey chuckled and patted Frankie’s shoulder.

“Well it’s what we both want, in a manner of speaking. She’d be onboard, but she doesn’t have to know exactly what we do for now unless you’re comfortable with it. A lot of this is stuff I know she wants to go over on Friday, but for now, when it comes to me and Bourbon, keep an open mind and try not to overthink it, partner. If you want to do this tomorrow, then we can do it. If not, no harm, no foul, you’re still welcome to stay here and keep me company.”

Frankie nodded, still processing what Whiskey had said and more than a little surprised that Whiskey was inviting him back regardless of his decision. Whiskey stood up then, squeezing Frankie’s shoulder.

“G’night, Flyboy. Holler if you need anything.”

Frankie was back in Colombia. He felt sluggish, his feet refusing to respond the way he wanted them to. He saw the villager from the cocaine farm pop up from the rocky outcrop, but Frankie couldn’t move, couldn’t draw his gun to take him out. He cried out in anguish as the man fired.

“No! Tom!”

Then he was surrounded by Pope, Benny, Will, you, and Whiskey, statuesque as the man who killed Tom lined up and dropped Pope, moving his way down the line. Frankie was sobbing now, he was being swallowed up by the ground, sinking helplessly as the people he cared for were murdered.

Whiskey woke with a start to the sound of shouting.

Ripping the sheet and comforter off, Whiskey glanced at the clock. It read 01:30 and he sighed. Frankie just couldn’t catch a break.

“P-please, No! Po-Pope, God, n-no, Hal-Halcón! Whiskey!”

He really didn’t want to shake Frankie awake, worried as to how he might react waking up from that sort of dream, but Jack had to do something.

“Hey, Frankie, I’m right here, you gotta wake up. Wake up, Flyboy.”

Frankie shot up, feeling like ice water had been poured down his spine. He was wild-eyed and breathing heavily, but once again, Whiskey’s soothing words served to ground him, and he clung to them with all he had. He felt Whiskey pull him into a hug, and Frankie didn’t care about the awkward angle, he clung to the embrace as well.

Whiskey’s heart ached at the way Frankie clutched at him after hearing him call out Pope’s, his, and your names. He had a vague idea of what might have happened, he still had dreams where he couldn’t save his loved ones every now and then. Once Frankie’s breathing calmed a bit, Whiskey tugged him up out of bed.

“C’mon Flyboy, you’re coming with me.”

Frankie didn’t argue, he just followed, grateful that Whiskey was pulling him by his hand, needing that point of contact. Whiskey pulled back the covers on the side opposite of his and waited until Frankie crawled in before he pulled the covers over him, then slid in on his side of the bed. He scooted a bit closer, not wanting to crowd Frankie unless he wanted the contact, and was pleased when the other man scooted back until his back rested against Jack’s chest.

“Get some sleep, Flyboy. I’ve got you.”

Sooner than he expected, Whiskey heard soft snores coming from Frankie. He smiled then wrapped his arm around him and pulled him closer.

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