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chemistry part tweleve

part eleven | part thirteen | masterlist

zuko x fem!reader

avatar: the last airbender

includes - you, zuko, suki, katara, toph, sokka, and aang

special appearences by - iron, azula, and appa (mini sky bison,,, he’s like the size of a shihi tzu)

warnings - language, little suggestive lol

you poured the chips onto the plate, putting all of the dips in the middle. you set it on the island table with the rest of snacks you and the girls had picked up for the christmas party. you were excited, but nervous for this year’s party. ever since you girls went to college, which was three years ago - well, toph just started this year - , you had made it a friend tradition to have holiday parties. you had friend-giving, friend-mas, friend year’s and galentine’s day.

you and the girls always had aang and sokka there. you usually were the one with no date. toph had a few guys come over sometime, but they never really stuck. since this was your first time having a boy over, one that was really hot, really smart, and seemed really into you, you were beyond nervous. you were terrified. sure, you had hung out with him before, but not when you were gonna drink a few glasses of champagne. so, you decided to just be light on the drinks tonight. otherwise, you would probably end up laying on zuko’s lap, either making out with him or telling embarrassing childhood stories.

“this looks great, guys! ooh, salsa,” sokka said, his mouth watering.

“yeah, i can’t wait to eat the nachos,” toph said.

both of their hands went to pick up a chip, but you slapped their hands away.

“no one eats until zuko, katara, and aang are here,” you said.

sokka frowned, “you suck. suki, tell y/n i can have one chip.”

suki chuckled, “no, y/n’s right.”

“can you let me have a chip? i’m your best friend! and i’m blind,” toph begged with a sweet smile.

suki rolled her eyes, “nice try.”

“i haven’t eaten since this morning!” toph exclaimed.

“get another snack then. these are for our guests,” you said.

toph scoffed, “yeah you mean for your boyfriend zuko.”

sokka smirked, “yeah, you wanna make sure everything is perfect for him.”

“no, i don’t! it’s just polite to wait,” you glared at them.

sokka smirked, “suuuuure, y/n. keep telling yourself that.”

you frowned, “i literally hate you.”

“love you, too! where are katara and aang, anyways?” sokka asked.

“they’re picking up some gingerbread house kits for us to make,” toph said.

“yeah, and that takes 45 minutes? i’m sure that’s what they’re doing,” sokka rolled his eyes.

“i’ll text katara and see if they’re coming back soon,” you said.

“good. text zuko and ask when he’s coming. make sure to tell him if he doesn't come in the next 15 minutes, i will start eating the counter,” sokka said.

you rolled your eyes. “what a baby.”

you went into the living room, pulling out your phone. you texted katara, hoping for a quick response. you then texted zuko, suddenly getting anxious again.

you set your phone down next to you. suki, toph, and sokka came over to sit down.

“so, when are they coming?” sokka asked.

“uh, zuko said 10 minutes and katara hasn’t responded yet,” you answered.

“ugh! next time, one of you go with katara for shopping,” sokka said.

“yeah, cause we are faster than them,” suki chuckled.

the front door opened and there revealed katara and aang. they had grocery bags in each hands.

“hey, guys!” katara smiled.

“god, finally! what took you guys so long?” sokka asked.

“we couldn’t find the special sprinkles you like, sokka,” aang said.

“oh,” sokka said.

“and we had to get appa,” aang said. appa flew out from behind aang, landing on your lap.

you squealed, “hi, appa!” you ruffled his hair softly, earning a lick on the nose from him.

“appa, come here boy!” sokka smiled at him. appa just looked at sokka, turning back to you.

“appa, come here!” toph said, patting her lap. appa walked across your lap to toph, licking her cheek.

“haha! that sucks,” you laughed at sokka’s frown.

“sokka, you can redeem yourself by helping me with these groceries,” katara said.

sokka sighed and got up from the couch, taking a few bags out of their hands and going over to the kitchen. as they set up the treats, you looked at the door, your leg bouncing up and down as you waited for a knock from zuko.

“you okay, y/n? i can feel your leg bouncing,” toph said.

“yeah, what’s wrong?” suki asked.

you kept your eyes on the door. “i’m fine,” you shrugged.

suki put her hand on your knee, stopping it. “take a deep breath, okay? zuko was so happy to receive an invitation. and isn’t he gonna wear a matching ugly sweater with you for the ugly sweater contest? it’ll be perfect.”

you sighed. “yeah, but what if i spill guac on him. or worse, i trip and fall over on him.” you shivered as you thought of the cringe that would come from those moments.

“if you fall, i will make sure to take a picture,” katara said as she walked into the living room.

you rolled your eyes. “really supportive, kat.”

katara smiled and sat down next to you. “you’ll be fine. like suki said, zuko wants to be here and plus, he really likes you. go and drink some water, take a deep breath, and go be the badass, hot girl i know.”

“yeah, and if he hurts you tonight, i’ll make sure to crush his bones,” toph smiled maliciously, cracking her knuckles.

you smiled at your best friends. “thanks guys, you guys are the best.”

“we know,” toph smiled.

you laughed at her comment, but fell silent once you heard a knock on the door.

oh, god. that’s him. that’s him that’s him

“are you gonna get that, or do i have to?” sokka asked, walking towards the door.

you jumped up off the couch, pushing sokka away. “i got it.”

“alright,” sokka said.

you took a deep breath, combing your fingers through your hair, and pulled your sweater down. you put your hand on the door, slowly opening it.

zuko appeared in front of you, a big grin appearing on your face.

“hey, zuko!” you said excitedly.

“hi, y/n,” he smiled at you.

“come in,” you said, stepping out of his way.

“thanks,” zuko said and stepped in. he took his shoes off and coat, revealing his matching christmas sweater.

you gasped, your eyes lighting up. “you actually wore it!”

“well yeah, it’d be lame not to,” zuko chuckled.

“true. we so have the best sweaters on,” you smiled.

appa flew over to zuko, licking zuko’s cheek while still in the air.

“hey, buddy,” zuko smiled. “i would pet you, but i have my hands full,” he said, gesturing to the gift bags he had.

“oh, let me take those for you,” you said. zuko handed the presents to you, you walking over to the christmas tree.

“thank you,” zuko said, walking over with appa cuddling in his arms.

“no problem,” you smiled.

“hey, man!” sokka exclaimed as he walked into the room.

“hey, sokka!” zuko smiled, giving sokka a hug.

“hey, zuko. long time, no see,” aang smiled.

“yeah, sorry, holiday times at the JD get busy,” zuko chuckled. “we can hang over break.”

“awesome! gram-gram bought katara and i a vr headset, we can all play on it when you come over!” sokka said.

“oh, cool! azula’s friend, ty lee, has one, too. i played on it a little,” zuko said.

“is it fun?” you asked.

“very. maybe you can come over to my place sometime and i’ll have ty lee bring it over,” zuko smiled.

“yeah, i’d like that,” you grinned.

you and zuko smiled at each other for what seemed like forever before toph coughed.

“i can feel the sexual tension between you two, please stop. can we eat now?” she asked.

you and zuko looked away from each other, pink tainted both of your cheeks.

“yeah, we can eat now,” you said.

“alright! let’s get this party on!” sokka exclaimed, running to the kitchen.

you chuckled, walking over to the kitchen.

“zuko, you want champagne or beer?” you asked.

“beer is fine, thank you,” zuko smiled.

you got out a bottle from the cooler, handing it to him. “you’re welcome. so, what’d you get everyone?”

“well, i got sokka a new wallet. i bought aang a new messenger bag, he mentioned he needed one since his old one is practically falling apart.” “yeah, he's had that thing since high school,” you chuckled.

“exactly. anyways, so i got suki a $50 gift card to sephora, katara a hoodie that says ‘riding the waves’. i got appa a little ball you can put hay in so he can exercise and eat. i got toph some airpods, and your present is a surprise,” zuko smiled.

“wow, you are an awesome gift giver. and i am very excited about my gift. i can’t wait to open the ones every gave me, not to be greedy or anything. i heard sokka got me my own personal smoothie maker,” you smiled.

“don’t you already have a nutri bullet?” zuko asked, pointing to the machine that was on the counter.

“yes, but apparently this one can make milkshakes, too. definitely gonna sell the nutri bullet on craigslist,” you smiled.

“wow, sounds cool. i wish i had one of those,” zuko said.

you scoffed, “you literally live above a tea shop, you don’t need a blender.”

“hm, true. it’s great being me,” zuko joked. “i bet it is,” you giggled.

“guys! wanna do the ginger bread house making contest now?” katara asked.

“yeah!” you nodded, going over to the kitchen table. you and zuko sat down across from each other, grabbing one of the kits.

“alright, we have an hour do to this. the judges are toph and appa. toph will judge taste, appa will judge construction and decor,” suki smiled.

“what? you trust a sky bison?” sokka asked.

appa grunted, slapping sokka with his tail. you laughed, “you deserved that.”

sokka rolled his eyes. “yeah, whatever.”

suki sat down next to sokka, pecking his cheek. you looked at zuko, wishing you could do that to him. zuko gave you a small smile, wishing the same thing.

toph held up the timer. “alright, ready… set.. go!”

you tore the box open, setting out the walls, roof, and decorations. you worked quickly, opening all your materials. you started to glue the walls to the bottom with icing. you looked up for a second to see zuko doing the same thing.

“ready to go down?” he asked, noticing your stare.

“nah, i’m ready to win,” you smiled.

zuko mirrored your grin, going back to focusing on his house.

you quickly built the rest of the walls, everything surprisingly staying up.

“aw, damn it!” katara exclaimed. you looked over to see two of her walls falling down.

“it’s okay, baby, you can do it,” aang said.

katara groaned in frustration, “i held them together for 5 minutes! how are you and y/n’s walls staying on?”

“it’s called having ‘the magic touch’,” you snickered.

katara frowned, “shut up.”

“hey, mine is falling, too,” zuko said. you looked over to his, seeing one of the walls tipping over.

“well, not mine! i’m awesome!” sokka exclaimed. “and suki is, too!”

you looked over to suki, who already had her roof on.

“up top, babe!” sokka said, holding his hand up. suki high-fived him, “yep. we are legendary.” “nope,” you said, glueing on your roof.

“face it, y/n, you’re gonna lose. suki and i are gonna win,” sokka said.

“hey! no teaming!” katara exclaimed.

“oh, you’re teaming with aang. you can’t talk,” you remarked.

“you can team with zuko,” aang suggested.

you looked at zuko, seeing him already looking at you. he shrugged at you, “you want to?”

“yes,” you smiled.

“how do you all team if you all have your own houses?” toph asked.

“well, we can add our points up,” suki said.

“ah, okay. well, grading will be extra hard, then,” toph smiled.

“fair,” aang said.

“no, not fair!” sokka exclaimed. “yes, fair,” you said. “therefore, you will lose, and zuko and i will win.”

“nope, aang and i will win,” katara stated matter-of-factly.

“you sure, kat?” sokka smirked, looking at her gumdrops who were falling off of the front of the house.

katra glared, “you don’t even have any decorations on yet!”

sokka scowled, “yeah, well, suki does! and she’ll help us win all the points.”

“sokka! get to work,” suki ordered.

“yes, ma’am,” sokka said and started decorating his roof.

you turned to your own house again, resuming decorating the front of the house.

“yours looks really good,” zuko said.

you looked up and smiled. “thank you. yours do, too. i like the flowers on the side.”

“thanks. garden are very important for a nice house,” he said.

you chuckled, “i agree.”

“15 more minutes left!” toph exclaimed.

“what? how do you know that?” sokka asked.

“i set a 45 minute timer so i would know, genius,” toph rolled her eyes.

“right, right,” sokka said, turning to back to his house.

“ten more!” toph said.

“damn,” you muttered.

“what?” zuko asked.

“i haven’t finished my snowman,” you frowned and turned your house over so he could see the snow man you made out of marshmallows.

“i think he looks perfect,” zuko smiled.

you giggled, “thank you. i think we’re gonna win this.”

“me, too,” zuko smiled.

“3…2…1, stop!” toph shouted. you put your hands in your lap, waiting for the judging to begin.

“alright, first up is aang and katara. aka kataang. aang, give me a piece of your room, a wall, and a piece with candy. katara, do the same. appa, go ahead and judge,” toph instructed.

appa flew around the houses, looking at every inch, nook, and cranny.

“he can’t even talk! this isn’t fair!” sokka exclaimed.

“do not disrespect the sky bison,” you glared at him.

sokka scoffed, “he knows it’s true.”

appa grunted at sokka before going back to look at katara’s house.

“hm, a good amount of sweetness. nice use of the gummy worms. very good, aang,” toph said.

“thank you,” aang smiled widely.

toph then judged katara, going to appa to talk over the points.

“alright. we give you guys a 8.5 out of 10,” toph said.

“alright, that’s good!” katara high-fived aang.

“good job, babe,” aang smiled and leaned over to kiss her cheek.

“next up are suki and sokka,” toph said.

suki and sokka gave toph pieces of their houses, appa flying around to observe. after 10 minutes after judging, toph gave them the score.

“8 out of 10,” toph said.

“what! that’s like a low b!” sokka eclaimed.

“hey, it's higher than a c,” suki said, putting a hand over his.

sokka pouted, “fine. let’s see how team (you and zuko’s ship name) did.”

you cut pieces of your gingerbread and handed it to toph. zuko did the same. you bit your lip in anticipation. you knew it was a silly game, but the winner - or winners in this case - got a free dinner to the middle ring or a 2 free drinks at the JD. you wanted the JD coupon so bad. you loved the tea, but also, it gave you an excuse to see zuko randomly.

“hm, alright. i give you two 9 out of 10. you guys are the winners!” toph smiled.

you jumped up in excitement, going over to zuko and pulling him in a tight hug. zuko wrapped his arms around you, giving you the feeling of warmth and safety.

you pulled away, a bright smile on your face.

“which do you choose. free dinner at the middle ring, or two free drinks at the JD. one of you can get each since there’s enough for both of you,” toph said, holding out the coupons.

“i want the coupon to JD!” you said, but looked to zuko quickly. “unless you do.”

“you can take it,” zuko smiled.

“yay!” you squealed and plucked the ticket out of toph’s hand.

“alright, ugly sweater contest! the prize is money,” sokka grinned.

“alright, appa will be the judge again!” suki exclaimed, walking over and putting a $20 bill in appa’s mouth.

“okay, since zuko and y/n are wearing the same sweater, they can each have $10,” katara said.

“alright, fair,” you nodded.

“stand in a line,” aang instructed. you went in-between zuko and toph. you all watched in excitement, waiting for appa to hand one of you the bill.

after five minutes, appa went to toph.

“alright! you all suck!” toph pumped her fist up in the air.

“you have to be kidding me,” sokka said, face palming.

you chuckled, turning to zuko. “maybe next year.”

“yep. i don’t know why we didn’t win. all these sparkles and diamonds give me a headache,” zuko said, looking at his sweatshirt.

“same. you can change if you want,” you said.

“nah, i’m good. i wanna be matching,” zuko smiled.

you chuckled, “yay! i was hoping you said that.”

zuko’s smile widened at your excitement. you felt giddy inside and found yourself staring at his lips. you felt a sudden urge to lean up and kiss him, and go back into your room and make out. zuko must’ve noticed your stare, cause he licked his lips seductively. your face warmed up and you looked away quickly, coughing awkwardly and going to pour yourself another glass of champagne.

zuko smiled at your retreating figure, looking to your other friends.

“so, what's next on the agenda?” he asked.

“present opening!” aang exclaimed, running over to the tree.

you walked over to the living room, sitting down on the bean bag. zuko sat across from you.

“alright, i wanna go first!” aang exclaimed.

“alright. here’s mine,” katara said, picking up a big present and handing it to him.

aang opened it and pulled out new sneakers. “oh, this is awesome! thank you, babe. i love you.”

katara smiled. “you’re welcome. i got them custom-made so they’re your favourite colors and on the logo, it has appa and my name on it.”

“my two favourite things in the world. i love it,” aang smiled, leaning over to give katara a kiss.

suki then handed her his gift. he then opened one from sokka, toph, and zuko, then you. you ended up getting him a new gaming headset that has boosted sound system.

“thanks, guys. you are all awesome!” aang grinned.

“you're welcome, buddy,” sokka smiled. “my turn!”

“alright, here’s mine,” suki said, handing him a banana-shaped present.

sokka ripped it open, holding it up in all its glory, it was a dark blue boomerang that had a small heart on one end with suki’s name in it.

“this. is. AMAZING! oh, i love you! we are so doing it tonight!” sokka exclaimed, kissing suki.

you all groaned, telling sokka to shut up.

sokka opened everyone else’s present. you had got him a skateboard.

“thank you, guys. especially suki,” sokka smiled at his girlfriend. “you’re welcome, baby,” suki smiled, planting a kiss on his cheek.

“my turn!” katara exclaimed.

she opened her present from aang first, which was new makeup brushes, which apparently katara need a lot. suki got katara a humidifier, toph got her a new smoothie/coffee cup, sokka got her a $50 gift card to jc penny, zuko gave katara the sweatshirt, and you got her a polaroid camera.

“i love all these! thank you,” katara smiled at each of you.

“you're welcome,” you all spoke.

suki went next. sokka had gifted her a 365 day jar, katara gave her a new makeup pallet, toph gifted suki a new curling iron, aang gave her a new fluffy pillow, zuko gave her the gift card, and you had bought suki a new silk robe.

“oh, these are sick! definitely gonna have fun with these,” suki held up the jar and the robe.

“you’re welcome,” katara smiled. “alright, toph, it’s your turn.”

“alright, tell me what is it after i open it,” toph said. katara handed her a gift from her.

katara had given toph a new pair of hiking shoes, suki had given her new guitar picks and a new guitar strap, sokka had given her a new gaming chair, which obviously wasn't there, but he said he it would be delivered to the apartment tomorrow. aang gave her a 5 candle set, zuko had given her airpods, and you had given her a turtle duck stuffed animal where she could warm up in case of cramps or stress.

“these are awesome. thanks guys,” toph smiled.

“you’re welcome! alright, zuko’s turn!” suki exclaimed, handing him a gift.

“thanks,” zuko smiled.

suki had gifted him a sweatshirt with his favorite basketball team, katara had bought him a new phone case, aang gave him a new gaming headset, sokka had given him a new watch, and toph gave him new sneakers.

you nervously gave him your gift, which was pretty huge. zuko smiled while opening it, his eyes lighting up once he saw it.

“woah, this is awesome!” he exclaimed.

you had gotten him a new skateboard that had his name written on flames.

“i know you mentioned you hadn’t had a skateboard since you were in high school and you wanted to get back into it,” you said bashfully.

“thank you, i love it,” zuko smiled.

“you’re welcome,” you smiled. “alright, well, my turn!”

“open mine first!” katara exclaimed, handing you her gift.

you took it from her, opening it gently. she had gotten you a google home.

“oh, katara, do you know how much i adore you?” you said.

“i know, don’t worry,” katara giggled.

you had opened the next gift, which as from suki. she had gifted you crocs that said ‘super swag’ on each one.

“oh, you are feeding my narcism,” you chuckled.

“you deserve it,” suki smiled.

you then opened aang’s gift. he had gotten you a new hoodie from your favorite show. “this is like $70! thank you!”

“you’re welcome,” aang smiled.

you opened your gift from toph, which was a poster with all of the girls and you.

“how did you get this one made?” you asked, staring at it in astonishment.

“i know people,” toph grinned.

you chuckled, “thank you.”

“you’re welcome,” toph said.

sokka handed you his gift, which was the blender

“yes!” you squealed.

“i knew you would like it. no need to tell me, i already know i’m the best gift giver,” sokka smirked.

“hm, i can’t say that until i open zuko’s gift,” you said.

zuko had handed you his gift. “thank you,” you said.

“you’re welcome,” zuko said.

“i’m goanna go and order pizza,” katara said.

“yeah, me too!” sokka exclaimed, getting up.

you furrowed your brows. “what?”

“yeah, i need to make sure katara orders the right pizza,” toph said.

“i need to pee,” aang said. “i have to take appa out,” suki said.

they all got up and left the room, leaving you speechless.

“what just happened?” you asked, turning to zuko.

zuko was blushing hard, which made you even more confused.

“i don’t know. go ahead and open your gift,” he said.

“alright,” you said. you opened the gift, which was a small, black box. you took the top off, your eyes widening and your mouth agape. zuko had gotten you a silver charm bracelet. the charms were an otter-penguin, the first initial of your name, your zodiac sign with your zodiac gemstone, and a small circle.

“this is so beautiful, thank you,” you smiled.

“you're welcome. read the text on the small circle,” he said.

you looked at it, reading the words out loud. “will you… go on… a date… with me?”

you paused for a moment, lowering the bracelet and looking at zuko.

“so, what’s your answer?” zuko asked, nervously playing with his fingers.

“yes,” you nodded and smiled.

zuko’s worried expression went away immediately, and was replaced with glowing, big grin. “really?”

“yes!” laughed, leaning over and giving him a hug.

“YES!” you heard everyone shout from kitchen. they all came back into the room.

“you guys are gonna make an awesome couple!” sokka exclaimed.

you pulled away, blushing. “shut up.”

“alright, wanna watch ‘home alone’, now?” suki asked.

“yeah,” you nodded.

“zuko and y/n, you can sit on the love seat,” sokka smiled, wiggling his eye brows.

you rolled your eyes, “so immature.”

“i don’t mind,” zuko smiled and shrugged.

you smiled up at him, walking over to the couch with him. you sat down right next to him, putting your head on his shoulder with no hesitation. zuko wrapped his arm around you and rested his hand on your thigh. your heart pounded against your chest, and warmth shot down from your stomach to between your thighs.

“do you mind my hand being here?” zuko asked.

you took a deep, shaky breath. “nope.”

zuko moved his hand, “you sure?”

you grabbed his hand and shook your head. “i’m sure.”

zuko smirked a little, putting his hand back. you sighed contently and leaned into him more, enjoying the warmth he provided.

aang turned on the movie and you all watched it in silence. during the movie, you had moved over to zuko’s lap. you were stretching and ended up on him. you were going to move, but zuko grabbed your waist gently, setting you back down. the gesture had you grinning from ear-to-ear, snuggling into him.

the movie ended, which signalled the end of the party. everyone but zuko was staying, which made you sad, but you knew you weren’t ready for him to stay the night with you in your room. not just yet.

so, you just walked him up to the front door.

“thank you for the skateboard,” zuko smiled.

“you’re welcome. thank you for the charm bracelet. when is the date, again?” you asked.

“ah, right, sorry,” zuko chuckled. “are you free tomorrow?”

“i am,” you smiled, clasping your hands in excitement.

“great! i’ll take you out then. make sure to dress warmly,” he said.

“will do. see you tomorrow, zu,” you smiled.

“see you,” he smiled and went on his way.

you closed the door, looking down at your charm bracelet dreamily. you were falling hard for this boy.

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Love and Leather /part eighty three/

Word Count: 1.9k

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Warnings: SMUT, language, angst

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~St. Valentine’s Day ‘96~

Nikki hissed, pulling against the restraints wrapped around the bed frame and attempting to shake off blind fold made out of his own bandanna, “Van c’mon princess, you’re killing me here.” He spoke through gritted teeth, moaning louder when the hot wax dripped onto his chest again.

Vanity giggled, straddling his lap as she watched the red liquid drop down, “But you were the one that suggested this baby.” She leaned over, pressing her hips into his crotch and kissed the front of his neck, her tongue running up his Adam’s Apple before kissing his chin.

“Fuck..” Nikki groaned, bucking his hips up, “Come on!” He gnawed on his bottom lip as her hands pressed against his skin when she sat up again, purposefully grinding her ass into him.

“But I like seeing you like this Nikki.” Vans words slid off her lips like honey as she scratched her nails up and down his skin and leaving visible red lines in their wake, “Knowing you can’t touch me even if you wanted too. Does it hurt baby? I bet you want to just bury your cock in me like you always do don’t you?”

“Then unlock these so I can, bet that pretty pussy is just screaming for my attention.” Nikki laughs deeply, pulling on the restraints again until Vanity wrapped gold painted nails around his throat to keep him down.

“I can wait it out unlike you, Sixx.” She whispers against his lips before nipping at his bottom lip and tugging at it. Van hummed hearing his breathy whimper as she sat up straight and grabbed the melting candle. She tipped it slowly watching it pour against his abdomen and the bead of wax rolling down before it hardened. Each time she felt his thighs tense up and saw the veins pop out in his arms from turning his hands into fists around the cuffs.

How did Nikki get himself in this spot when these restraints were put in place for her? He doesn’t know. They came back to the hotel room he had booked for Valentine’s Day after having dinner at their favorite steakhouse. The two started off with a bath full of bubbles, rose petals and laughter while splitting a bottle of champagne evenly. Then they were in bed fooling around and next thing he knows Vanity’s asking him to put on the blindfold and he’s asking her to pour hot wax on him.

“Baby, please?”

Vans eyebrow raised into a perfect arch as she heard the begging followed by the quiet whimper he tried hiding when she poured some more. She reached up and pulled the blindfold off as he blinked a few times to adjust to the light, “That wouldn’t be Nikki Sixx begging would it?”

Nikki rolled his eyes, adjusting his hips under hers as he took in the lingerie she was wearing. The same set he had gotten her a few months prior at Christmas time, “We can switch Princess it’s only fair.”

Vanity laughs at him, “I’m not the one with a pain kink, Nikki.” She smiles at him, watching his eyes close and hearing the muttered fuck as she presses her ass onto his crotch. Vanity eyed him before putting her hand into her panties, moaning when she touched herself in front of Nikki.

Vanity let out a heavy sigh as she brought some relief to herself, “Fuck..” She whimpers grinding her hips against her hand which only resulted in more pressure being added to Nikki’s crotch. Van dipped her middle and ring fingers inside of her feeling the stretch but would rather have it be his fingers instead. She smiled at him as he stared in awe and brought the fingers to her mouth, sucking on them and treating them as if they were his cock.

Vanity peppered kisses and small bites up his chest and neck before meeting his lips. Nikki moaned into her mouth, tongue finding hers as he tasted her essence on her lips. He groaned when she broke the kiss, attempting to press his lips to any part of her that he could. She reached over his head grabbing the key chain dangling off the post, “I think I’ve had enough fun torturing you..” She sweetly pecks his nose as she unlocks his hands.

It takes no time at all as Nikki pulls her panties down, barely hanging on at her foot until she kicks them off, “You want it?” He looked at her rubbing the tip of his cock against her, “Beg for it.”

Vanity moans, feeling him move even slower “Please Nikki.”

He tsks, pulling away “I know you can do better than that. You want me to fuck you? Make you fucking cum over and over to the point where it hurts. Till you’re reduced into tears and whines begging me to stop? Then fucking beg for it baby cause you have the whole night ahead of you.”

*Next Morning*

Vanity gets out of the car jumping in surprise and reaching Nikkis wrist when he smacks her ass, “Quit doing that! It hurts.” She huffed, rolling her eyes as she opened up the front door.

“Oh don’t be a big baby. There’s only a few bruises unlike me who has welts going down my chest.” Nikki retorted, slapping her ass again as Arianna came running from the backyard.

“Mom! Daddy!!” She exclaims, Mick gingerly following in with Anarchy behind him, “I missed you!” She ran to Van first, colliding into her legs as Van picked her up.

“I missed you so much more! We’re you good for uncle Mickey?” Van kissed her cheeks before Nikki took her out of her arms.

“Don’t call me that.” Mick warned, “And yes she was a peach. Went to bed like she was suppose too after story time and then demanded French toast this morning.”

Vanity smiled, “Thank you Mick and sorry, I should’ve warned you. She loves French toast for breakfast and has it almost every day.”

“Mommy you have a booboo on your neck!” Arianna pointed out as she jammed her finger into the side.

“Ow!” She gently pushed Ari’s hand away, “Babe that hurt!”

“I’m sure it hurt more to get.” Mick mumbled, making Vanity’s cheek turn a shade of pink.

Nikki laughed as he put Arianna down, “Thanks again Mick for watching her on such a short notice. I appreciate it.”

Mick waved him off, reaching to grab his jacket from the couch “No problem Sixx. She kept me moving and I need that sometimes. I’ll see you guys later. You be good, turd.” Mick smiled brightly at Arianna and ruffled up her already messy locks before he left.

“Daddy! Can we have our tea party now?! Pleaaaaasseee!” Arianna begged as she grabbed Nikki’s hands, attempting to pull him over to the dining table.

“Tea party? I don’t remember being invited to one?” He smirked lifting Ari up on his feet and taking giant steps as she giggled.

“Yes! But you have to bring everything! And dress nice too!”

Nikki scoffed, “A party and I have to bring everything? What’s the point in that?” He grinned, picking her up and setting her down in the chair, “Let me get everything ready for the prettiest princess in all of the kingdoms, alright?”

“I’ll go get my dress! And your party hat!”

Vanity chuckled, stopping in her tracks so she wouldn’t get ran over as Arianna booked it up the stairs with Anarchy in tow. The flashing lights of the answering machine caught Vans eye as she went over and pressed play:

“Van! It’s Clem! I need you to call me back right away please!”

“Vanity! Call me immediately! It’s dire!”

Van chuckled and picked up the house phone, dialing Clementines number, “Hey, it’s me! Sorry I’m just now calling you. Nikki and I just got back home. Is everything okay?”

Clementine smiled wide, glancing at Tommy as his smile was even bigger, “Van-oh thank god! I’m sorry I called so many times but something happened and I gotta tell you!” She covered her mouth, trying not to laugh.

“Uh...ar-are you okay? Do I need to come over? Are you at the hospital? Did somebody die?” Van grabbed Nikkis arm when he walked by with Arianna’s plastic tea cup set.

“What? Who is it?”

“I’m fucking pregnant!!”

Vans eyes widen as she gasps before letting out an excited scream, “Oh my god! Are you serious?! Are you sure!? Oh my god Clementine!”

Nikki grimaced when she started smacking his chest, “I need to check if my ears are bleeding now.”

“Clementines pregnant!” Vanity smiled at Nikki as he made a unamused expression, “Does Tommy know!? Please tell me Tommy knows!”

“Yeah, he knows. I told him last night after dinner. He started crying.”

“I did not!”

Vanity laughs, “I’m so happy for you both. Nikki says congratulations too.” Van glares when he rolls his eyes and mouths bullshit, “Aren’t you suppose to be getting a tea party ready?” Van raises an eyebrow as Nikki flips her off and heads to the kitchen to get Arianna’s apple juice and some cookies.

“I’m really happy for you Clemmy! Just let me know if you need anything okay? I’ll help you get set up with a good doctor and everything when the time comes.”

Clementine smiles as Tommy comes over and holds her tight, peppering her shoulder in kisses, “Thank you. Maybe we can have dinner tonight, yeah?”

“Yeah just come by later tonight and we can celebrate. Love you!” Van hangs up when they say their goodbyes and puts the phone back on the receiver.

“Mom!” Arianna yelled running to her with her arms stuck in one hole of the dress, “Help!” Van grabbed her elbow and pushed it through before adjusting it, “Daddy are you ready!? We can’t be late!”

“Yeah yeah, I’m coming. Well don’t you look pretty.” He smiles at her as they sit down and have their tea party. Arianna handing Nikki a bright pink crown to wear as he reluctantly took it.

Vanity watches them for a minute before deciding to catch up on some laundry. She groans seeing Nikki and Arianna’s hamper overflowing as usual. She grabs Nikki’s pants, going through the pockets as he’s notorious for leaving bass picks and candy wrappers behind. She dumps the trash in the garbage and puts the picks in a little glass jar that’s about half way full.

Van glances at a shred of notebook paper, thinking it might be a lyric written down as she knows Nikki does that. However she wasn’t expecting to find Donna’s name written and a cute little heart next to it, followed by her number and “Don’t loose my number this time. Call me whenever.” under it.

She took a breath in, holding it before exhaling and dumping the rest of his clothes in to the washer. Almost half tempted to dump the bottle of bleach in but decides not too. She slams the washer lid before leaving the laundry room.

“Hey Nikki?”

“What’s up baby?!” He calls for her, laughter in his voice as Arianna talks to her stuffed pig and gives him some juice, well, tea and a bite of the cookie.

“I think you might need this.” Van says, placing the paper down in front of him. Eyes ablaze and cheeks red as she’s forcing herself not to strangle him.

Nikki looks at the paper, his heart dropping to his stomach as he looks up at her, “Van, I-“ His words are futile as Vanity is already walking away from him and heading up the stairs, the slam of the bedroom door echoing after.

Therapy was going to be fun next week.

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❝ my friend’s cousin’s best friend used to work as one of his maids and she said that his step-mom used to pay him to keep her affair with his uncle a secret ❞ JORDAN CHAMBERS , who resembles KEITH POWERS and is the PRESIDENT of BETA TAU RHO , is TWENTY-TWO years old and responds to HE / HIM . 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘫𝘶𝘭𝘪𝘦 ; 𝘴𝘩𝘦 / 𝘩𝘦𝘳 .

what up, i’m julie, hailing from the gmt-5 tz & i’ve been out all day , so i’ve been unfortunately been a little late to the party buuuut i am here now & i am so excited to share jordan with you all !

BASICS : full name — jordan dominic chambers . preferred — jordan . nickname — jd . titles — captain and power forward of the mens’ kingshill basketball team && . president of beta tau rho . dob — august first nineteen ninety eight . astrological sign — leo . hometown — new york city , new york . current residence — kingshill , new york . MAIN BACKGROUND :

the nineties’ basketball scene was dominated by the six time nba champion chicago bulls and one of the greatest men to ever play the game, jay chambers, led the charge. jordan’s father couldn’t go anywhere in the country without being flocked by fans, in awe of the six nine legend in the making .

unfortunately, this came to a halting stop when jay suffered a career ending neck injury that would forever change his life . coupled with an unwanted pregnancy with darling socialite carolina blair , within a year , jay went from basketball hotshot to stiff businessman and father . a shotgun wedding meant financial stability in working with the blairs’ insurance company, which jay needed with no job and years of wasting millions on partying and luxuries with an expiry date .

neither parent really wanted jordan and it showed through the revolving cycle of nannies filling their roles . even with hours on hand to think about it , jordan would not be able to share one heartfelt anecdote from his childhood involving either of them .

new york city will always be jordan’s home , his birth place , even through his years of european boarding schools and californian summer camps .

basketball came naturally to jordan ( no surprise ) and it was one summer after returning from boarding school , where he had learned the sport , when he learned who his father was . he’d been bothering his father all day to come out of his office to show off his new skills , when he’d been barked at for picking up a basketball at all .

at first , the last thing jordan wanted was to upset anybody , so he stayed away from the sport at first . however , as the years went on , his resentment towards his parents and especially his father grew , and so , continued playing basketball out of spite . he was damn good at it .

his mother paid for his basketball camps and programs , since she was always so willing to throw money at jordan to make him go away . he will claim to this day that he found himself through the sport , as it taught him the abundant rewards of diligence and how to be a leader. basketball made a man out of him , something his family never did .

she left jordan’s father when he was fourteen and that point , he didn’t have any shits left to give . they barely had a relationship , which was honestly better than the hostility that jordan’s father showed him , but it wasn’t enough for any tears to be shed when she declared she didn’t want custody . meanwhile , his father accumulated enough status and wealth to branch off from his ex wife’s company and form his own .

this meant nothing to jordan , though , because as long as he kept getting his allowance and freedom , there wasn’t a change to begin with . he was used to getting paid by his parents for the little things , like a new car when he didn’t bother his mother for an entire month or when his father sent him on a “vacation” to the maldives with his friends for christmas break . even his new step mom gifted him exclusive sneakers when he put in a good word for her to some tabloid that followed jay chambers’ new marriage . however , he drew the line when his parents asked him to attend kingshill .

jordan dreamed of making it as a professional basketball player . not only that , but he was en route to it , having scouts watch him since the beginning of high school . he’d played at the national level and won gold on endless occasions , in addition to mvp trophies and other accolades. by senior year , all of the top d1 schools and agents came knocking on his door .

despite his parents’ divorce , their two companies continued to work closely together and saw jordan as their sole heir . therefore , they needed him to be groomed by the best school that money could offer and they saw kingshill as the perfect and only match .

everyone wonders why jordan has turned his back on the draft for three years running . he clearly loves the game of basketball and is one of the most hard working people you’d ever meet , a born star on the court . instead , he’s a senior in his business administration major and despite the charming smile and affinity for partying , is miserable .

jordan chambers is a little more than intimidating , due to his naturally abrasive attitude , his six seven stature and rumours that have floated around his name since freshman year. after all , it’s safe to say that he’s gone a little bit more than wild since first stepping foot onto campus . whether it’s lashing out at his parents or his own development of a coping mechanism , beta tau rho’s incredible partying legacy has lived on because of jordan . work hard , play hard , and you’ve officially become a beta tau rho brother.

PERSONALITY :

all in all , jordan is a little bit too much . his ego is a little too big , cares more than he should , his bad habits are a little too intense , and he works harder than anyone else .

as mentioned before , he tends to be intimidating upon first impression and usually rubs people the wrong way . he’s learned to become stoic and cold over the years when dealing with other people of the same wealth , afraid to be used or manipulated by showing anything that could be used against him .

while jordan is a man of few words, he is quippy and sharp when he does speak . his charm is subtle and dry , a blink-and-you’ll-miss that part of him type thing .

unsurprisingly , jordan keeps a small circle . he loves beta tau rho because they all understand the value of hard work and constantly improving yourself , which is why he genuinely cares deeply for his fraternity brothers and would probably do anything for them , even if he doesn’t seem like the type . he will always help his friends , no questions asked , and would do anything in his power to do so . since he has been mostly independent for as long as he can remember , jordan cherishes moments when he can spend time with people that he cares about .

though not particularly passionate about school , jordan is ambitious . he strives for greatness in everything he does , no matter how small . he will stop at nothing to achieve his goals , sometimes even unknowingly jeopardizing his relationships in the process.

obviously , he loves partying . jordan always cared about his body and health because of basketball , but since coming to kingshill and having his vision of making it in the nba tarnished , he’s loosened his old ‘ no binge drinking , no drugs rule ’ up a bit . he may or may not blackout every weekend . he may or may not smoke a little too much weed . some things simply cannot be helped .

WANTED CONNECTIONS :

i have this page up , but i'm always down to brainstorm ! especially since my wc page is hella under construction whoops but yes throw your ideas at me omg like this post and i'll come to u!

#kingshill.intro

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ladyartemisia28 · 4 years

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Say Amen (Saturday Night)Chapter 4

Pairings: Prinxiety, side Logicality, Platonic Moxiety, Platonic/Family Logince.

Warnings: Cursing?

Words:4179

Summary: Sanders Sides Human College AU

Chapter 4- Nine in the Afternoon

Author’s Note- Very advised to get a hold of the song Welcome to the Black Parade- by My Chemical Romance.

After they finished gathering their things, Roman led Virgil out to the parking lot.

He slowly shuffled his feet as he caught up to Roman who walked up to open the trunk of a very nice red car. The symbol on the front of the car was a large L.

Virgil raised his eyes up from the ground to look at the vehicle with wide eyes.

“This is your car?” he roughly tossed his bag in the back set

“Yeah, I was hoping for a Lamborghini.” Roman joked with a wink as gently placed his bag in the trunk.

Virgil attempted silence small bitter voice in his head.

“When I was 14 and my cousin, Adora, got her Quiñceanera. She chose me to be her chambelán de honor or chosen escort. I was SOOOOOO JEALOUS!” He dramatically flourished with his hands as he grabbed the trunk lid and closed it shut. “So to bribe me my parents told me that they'd get me a car a year early.”

“Sorry but I have to ask, but I...I'm not sure what it is?” Virgil asked

“Oh uh, sorry” Roman apologized with a smile.

Virgil hummed as a response.

“It's the big birthday that Cis Latina girls get when they turn into 'women'. Silly and patriarchal, I know!” Roman added with a open palms gesture when he saw the eyebrow raise that Virgil gave. “But it was so fun, so fancy and beautiful!”

Roman pushed the key fob to unlock the car and they got themselves settled in.

“It's fucked up that other genders don't get anything like that.”

“Yeah I even stole the catalogue that she picked her dress out of. I cut out my favourites and glued my face on them. Put them all up and down my mirror.” Roman said with a proud smile remembering the happy memories.

Images of Roman in slinky cocktail dresses rushed into Virgil's mind. His face dropped to a small frown as he struggled to stop that particular train of thought.

Roman was unsure if he had said something that upset Virgil to make him clam up again.

"Uh you can pick the music if you'd like?” Roman offered as a break in the sudden silence. “CD's are in the middle.”

He waited for Virgil to buckle himself in before he pulled his car out of the parking lot. Virgil went through all the preset radio stations before opening the middle console.

“CD's? I would have thought that you would have your car set up with Spotify or Pandora or something like that?” he said as he opened opened the console and looked through the collection

“Eh, CD's are great. No commercials for long car trips. ”

All of the Cds were for musicals, a few that he had heard of like Phantom of the Opera, Wicked, and Guys and Dolls. And some that Virgil didn't know, Dear Evan Hanson, Six the Musical, and...Legally Blonde? He did not know that that was a musical.

Then he spotted one that Roman had mentioned.

“Um, any suggestions from Heathers? You said that I might like this the 7/11 song?”

“I usually go through the whole thing in order....but I suggest for you, Track number 4.”

“Could I get some context?” Virgil asked as he pressed the button for the track number.

“The uh, 7/11 scene in the movie...But in song.” Roman offered with a bit of a smug smile.

“I probably should have guessed that.” he admitted with a grumble.

Virgil closed his eyes as he listened to the song and imagined the scene in his head.

Just like in the Heathers movie JD was recounting to Veronica how he travelled all over the place because of his father. And because of that he didn't feel like he was able to connect to the people and places. No place felt like home, except for 7/11.

It was always a weird scene in Virgil's opinion. Like JD is just opening up to this person he just met and telling her his very strong feelings about a convenience store and Slushies.

Even though it was strange Virgil had to admit, it was a good song. Parts of the song were a little to close to home, like “When the voice in your head says you're better off dead”.

“So what do you think? ”

“Yeah I get it. Its good.”

“That's all?” Roman asked exasperatedly

“I guess I was expecting something different???”

“Like what?”

“I just thought that JD was going to be a little more intense. Like crazy sounding or something?”

“Ah what YOU are searching for is 'Meant to Be Yours' number 17.”

He pressed the button until he reached the number and sat back in his seat to listen.

“So is that was you were expecting?” Roman asked as they exited the car after arriving at the store.

“Yeah, it was” Virgil smiled “Real Intense.”

The pair stopped after they reached to threshold to get their bearings.

“I get so lost in here.” Roman complained with a slight whine to his voice. “I don't usually do the grocery shopping.

Before Virgil could comment Roman continued.

“Lo likes to go to make sure that the budget is kept tight, but he's been so busy with his job. He just got his a new taker for his math tutoring.”

“So Logan's your brother?” Virgil

“My brother, well Step brother. My Mama married his Papa. When I was old enough to remember that I was getting a new family, but young enough that it's no longer weird.” Roman offered a little bit more information than necessary.

Roman briefly considered mentioning that he was at the party and Virgil had briefly seen him, but he didn't want to bring up the previous night.

At lest he didn't want to bring it up first.

They were getting along so well that he didn't want to make Virgil uncomfortable.

“Really, I grew up with him so he is my brother. Soooooo do you have any siblings?” Roman began to play with the sleeves of his jacket as he attempted a more personal question.

“Uh yeah, a older sister” he muttered.

“And her name is...?”

“Melantha,” he responded with little inflection “she prefers to be called Missy.”

“Melantha?! WOW, huh! Did your parents just grab a baby name book and open a page at random for ALL their kids!” Roman teased with a mocking laugh as they arrived at the Dairy and Juice section.

“Yeah haha, Virgil's got a weird name. I've NEVER heard that before.” Virgil rolled his eyes as his tone changed from frosty to salty. “You know Roman isn't really the most common name either.”

“I am far from COMMON! Besides I wasn't saying your name was BAD! It is 'strange and usual like you'.” Roman winked as he tried to steer their conversation back to more friendly waters.

“Quoting Beetljuice at me? You'll have to do better than that.” Virgil grinned in spite of himself as he grabbed a six pack of orange drink and placed it in the cart.

“Come on you gotta give a guy some credit for remembering what your interests are right?”

“Yeah I guess” he said with a reluctantly happier tone.

“Hey do you see the Almond Milk?” Roman asked after he finished his scan bottles and cartons.

“Uh no, I think that might be over in the Organic or like Vegan section. Why does your brother have you on a specialized diet as well as his, what was it? His extremist water agenda? What does that even mean?” Virgil chuckled as he took the cart from Roman and led him toward the other end of the store.

“It's just what I call his super weird thing about getting enough water everyday. And yeah he does keep our kitchen stocked with a lot of green veggies. Also he checks to sure I kept up a sleep schedule”

Virgil's eyebrows rose in surprise at hearing all things.

“Yikes, he sounds like a bit of a control freak...”

“Yeah he is sometimes. Like I have hide my Butterfinger stash from him.” Roman complained. “He's not as bad I make him sound...NEVER tell him I told you that.”

Roman went over to the shelf and looked over the choices, Soy, Almond, Lactose- Free lined the shelves.

“Oh and to answer why the special milk, I'm THINKING of starting the Paleo diet right now. My brother has no influence on this though, just want to try and see what works. I might try Keto if this one doesn't work for me.

“ah right.” Virgil nodded eyes slightly widened hoping that the look on his face didn't betrayal the fact that he did NOT know what the heck a Paleo or a Keto diet meant.

Virgil felt heard a chime from his pocket so he pulled out his phone.

“Hey I'm going to get this.” he shook his phone up to show Roman before he stepped away from the cold of the meat section.

Roman nodded in return as he turned to look at the selection of skinless chicken.

Virgil got a message from Green_Tea_Gay on his Instagram account, Anxious_On_Main.

'Hey so that “Study Partner” is a hot piece!'

'Remy do you have a point' Virgil replied

'Gurl do you know? have you seen his pics? HOW is he Single!!'

After the three little dots disappeared in their place were several pictures

His face reddened as he looked at the pictures of the previously mentioned selfies. Roman wearing tight jeans in front of a mirror with his backside captured on the camera. Another with him laying on his stomach caught at an angle getting his short clad behind in shot.

He quickly glanced over to Roman, who was still distracted.

He looked back at him phone and quickly texted back.

'Don't send me those!'

'They are posted to the public! I didn't hack his phone'

'I don't care, no more pics of his butt'

'K'

Just about the time he was going to put his phone back into his pocket another chime stopped him.

The next series of pictures were of Roman exercising posing with a dumbbell doing a curl, stretching, and other gym activities,

And the last was Roman in swimwear that exposed more skin than he thought was allowed outside of certain websites.

His body felt instant heat and he looked and took a few calming breaths before returning to message Remy.

'I said no more pics!'

'Sis you told me no pics of his ass'

'DO NOT SEND PICTURES OF ROMAN SANDERSON!'

'Easy there Baby! No need to get your knickers in a twist. I'm just trying to help. Look at what you will be missing if you don't Snatch. That. Up!'

'What the hell Rem! We are NOT getting together! He is not into me.'

'Nah sweetie, you should have been paying more attention. That is totally a smitten kitten'

'You are the worst'

'No I am literally the best and you two are soooo getting together. Don't worry I know I made my point.'

'You asshole'

'Enjoy the pictures ;)'

Roman noticed that after he returned from his handling of his phone business Virgil had gotten quiet again and seemed to shift his gaze away from Roman.

'Did I spent too much time with the chicken?'

They walked down to the breakfast aisle.

As Virgil picked up some a box of Count Chocula cereal Roman slowed the cart to a stop behind him.

“You can only get this one around this time of year” he looked at it with a fondness that made Roman's stomach flip.

“So what are you planning on making?” Roman asked as he leaned his arms on the handle bar of the cart.

“Making? Uh, nothing, just like a bowl of cereal.... like with milk...from a cow” Virgil tilted his head to one side.

Confusion on his face as he held up the box and gave it a shake.

Roman could feel heat creep over his face, he was very caught off guard by the unexpected softness on Virgil's face.

'Shit!...now he thinks I'm an idiot who doesn't know how to eat cereal!'

Virgil turned around and did not see Roman's flushed face as he hide his own.

Basic cereal... I guess I could be making something with it like a cereal bar or something? A cake? Maybe? It isnt very impressive...and it's probably not on the platleo diet or whatever it was...

They stood in awkward silence until Virgil turned back around.

“I guess that cereal isn't something that YOU would be eating.” he looked at the cart. “From what I see here, you eat like you are going to be in the next Avengers movie or something.”

“Thanks, I mean I try.” Roman said with his eyes downwards as his body did an uncharacteristic shy sway.

“Yeah, I gues if you workout half as much as you take all those pictures, you could get away with more than the occasional Butterfinger.” Virgil's eyes widened as he realized what he had said.

'.. shut up! shut up! shut up!'

Roman's head snapped up to look at Virgil.

“You've seen my gyms pictures?” Roman asked in a whisper.

“Ah Yeah that's like all over your Instagram page,” he attempted to sound super casual

He did not sound casual.

Like at all

They felt a charged moment between them and the longer it went on the longer they were unsure of who was going to break the silence.

Roman took it upon himself to interrupt the quiet as he tool the box of chocolate cereal in hand.

“I like the marshmallow bats.” he said with sheepish smile.

When they returned to the car they loaded Roman's groceries into the trunk and Virgil's bags into the back seat. Then they got themselves settled in their seats.

“SO where am I uh dropping you off?” Roman asked as they pulled out of the parking lot.

“I live in the dorms," Virgil asked as he started his usual habit of checking all the radio stations. “You don't?”

He found a song that he seemed to like on one of stations, Roman recognized it as a song by Imagine Dragons.

“I live in a apartment a little bit away from the college, with Logan.”

“Um, I live in the north dorms.” Virgil said as he a small bit of nervousness as took his thumbnail between his teeth. “With Patton, my best friend.”

After that song ended, a G piano note began the next song. Roman vaguely recognized it from somewhere he couldn't place. He figured when it got to the singing part he would be able to identify it.

Virgil tensed out of both excitement and fear.

He was about to embarrassed himself in front of Roman. At lest Roman was driving so he wouldn't be stared at. So he took a breath and let himself focus on the lyrics.

“When I was a young boy, my father took me into the city” Virgil sang out beautifully. “To see a marching band”

Roman's jaw dropped and his breath stilled. He felt like he was going to swoon.

He was so very grateful that they were at a red stoplight.

“He said, son, when you grow up Would you be the saviour of the broken The beaten, and the damned? He said, will you defeat them Your demons and all the non-believers?”

Virgil sang with closed eyes losing himself in the song. While Roman's heart thumped hard in his chest and he felt an assortment of warring emotions.

“The plans that they have made? Because one day I'll leave you A phantom to lead you in the summer To join the black parade”

As the song picked up in tempo Roman realized where he had heard this song before. He remembered that he had a few friends who were into My Chemical Romance, it was 'Welcome to the Black Parade'.

“When I was a young boy My father took me into the city To see a marching band He said, son, when you grow up Will you be the savior of the broken The beaten, and the damned?”

Virgil continued a little more intensely. As the song got more upbeat Roman joined Virgil in singing and continued his drive toward the dorm.

“Sometimes I get the feeling She's watching over me And other times I feel like I should go”

Virgil eyes popped wide open and he smiled.

“And through it all The rise and fall The bodies in the streets And when you're gone, we want you all to know

We'll carry on, we'll carry on And though you're dead and gone, believe me Your memory will carry on We'll carry on And in my heart I can't contain it The anthem won't explain it”

As Roman turned a corner they continued to sing together

“A world that sends you reeling From decimated dreams Your misery and hate will kill us all So paint it black And take it back Let's shout it loud and clear Defiant to the end We hear the call”

Roman followed the music with dramatic hand gestures as he continued driving with his left hand. Even Virgil joined in with less dramatic the hand motions.

“To carry on We'll carry on And though you're dead and gone, believe me Your memory will carry on We'll carry on And though you're broken and defeated Your weary widow marches”

Virgil sang with a full grinning face, his relief at Roman joining him in singing the song had caused him to relax and he was able to sing louder with more feeling.

“On and on, we carry through the fears (Oh, oh, oh) Disappointed faces of your peers (Oh, oh, oh)”

Take a look at me 'Cause I could not care at all”

Roman held onto the note at the end for a bit. Virgil continued on with the lyrics

Do or die, you'll never make me Because the world will never take my heart Go and try, you'll never break me We want it all, we wanna play this part I won't explain or say I'm sorry I'm unashamed, I'm gonna show my scar Give a cheer for all the broken Listen here, because it's who we are I'm just a man, I'm not a hero Just a boy, who had to sing this song I'm just a man, I'm not a hero I don't care

They arrived at the dorms parking lot and Roman parked.

We'll carry on We'll carry on And though you're dead and gone believe me Your memory will carry on You'll carry on

And though you're broken and defeated Your weary widow marches on

Roman contuined his singing the longer held notes as they song concluded.

Do or die, you'll never make me Because the world will never take my heart Go and try, you'll never break me We want it all, we wanna play this part (We'll carry on) Do or die, you'll never make me (We'll carry on) Because the world will never take my heart (We'll carry on) Go and try, you'll never break me (We'll carry) We want it all, we wanna play this part (We'll carry on)

“We'll carry on!”

They both sang as the song ended to the sounds of drums.

At the conclusion of the song both Virgil and Roman were out of breath and grinning.

Roman felt his heart race.

He had thought that he had experienced maximum attraction that morning toward Virgil. But he was very wrong.

'Damnit Virgil why does your voice have to sound like sexy melted chocolate!'

He fought every instinct to just lean over and initiate a vehicular makeout session.

Roman caught a brief glimpse of Virgil's eyes peak out from underneath his bangs and he gave him a very full smile.

Virgil nervously took a glance at Roman from underneath his dark hair.

Roman had the brightest and most authentic smile that Virgil thought he ever saw on his face.

It wasn't like Virgil thought that Roman faked his other smiles, the feelings of joy and friendliness were not false. But it seemed a lot of the other smiles that Roman gave seemed too perfect, Virgil guessed he practised his expressions in front of a mirror.

This smile was of shear amazement, it was pointed in Virgil's direction. Like he could not believe what he heard, it caused Virgil to feel an annoying sensation in his chest.

“I didn't know you could sing” Roman spoke softly breaking the silence.

“Uh sure I guess I can sing a tune here or there.” Virgil shrugged with a dismissive sigh.

“I think its more than that!” Roman attempted to offer him a very sincere compliment.

“Yeah I'm not about to sell out stadiums anytime.” Virgil chuckled at the thought.

'I wish you were in a band. I'd buy all your albums. Be front row in your concerts, I'd....shit I can't tell him any of this!'

“So My Chemical Romance huh?” Roman said with a wide smirk.

“What about it?!”

“They are like the most cliché Emo band ever.” Roman snickered.

“Ah cliche? Really YOU want to go there do you?!” Virgil said

“Whatever do you mean by that?” Roman asked with a raised eyebrow.

“For a theatre kid you would think you'd dress a bit more stylish or something?” Virgil attempted to say with an indifferent air.

“What like take the costume from Hot Mikado out around the quad?”

“Absolute no clue what that is.” Virgil laughed as he exited the vehicle.

“It's....never mind that. I have only dressed subtly to spare those around me. ” Roman responded as he walked to back of the car. “How would anyone be able to concentrate on their schooling if I were to show up in full regalia?!”

“Full Regalia, huh, you sure think highly of yourself don't you? I'm not sure you should be bragging quite so much.”

“Is that a formal challenge?” Roman felt his racing heart in his chest in the midst of their back and forth.

“Not sure how impressive you'll actually be, but I'll keep an open mind, I guess.” Virgil shrugged with a small smirk as he began to take out the bags.

'I'll show him'

Roman noticed a few heavier bags that he could chivalrously offer to help him with.

“I can help you carry some of your groceries to your dorm?”

“Ah you just want an excuse to come to my room.” Virgil teased in a deep low voice as he waited for Roman to banter back.

“YES YOU BET I DO!!!!....play it cool, Roman play it cool!'

“N...no...! I uh... as a gentleman I ... have to help anyone I see that is in need...” Roman sputtered out before he took ahold of small package of bagels “You ...you have... you have to carry..lots there.”

Virgil read his flustering as a rejection of his flirtation.

“No thanks! I got it! ” he quickly and loudly shouted in a panic as he took the bag out of Roman's hands.

Virgil thought that he and Roman had just shared a moment together.

'You just were imaging it! You shouldn't have believed Remy, you complete moron! ' He sling his messenger bag over his shoulder.

Then he draped the loops of the several other bags onto each elbow crook. And then took another bag into his left hand.

As he struggled to stuff the bagel bag into an already full bag, Roman again attempted to offer help.

“It's not a problem!” Roman gestured to the bagels.

“NO! I got it” Virgil just wanted to disappear as quickly as he could. He then placed the plastic of the bag in between his teeth.

“Cee Ou ENESAH.” Virgil shouted through clenched teeth as he retreated.

“Uh yeah.” Roman spoke to an empty damp parking lot. “see you”

Author's Note

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR PATIENCE SO SORRY for the long wait!

The long pause was due to new job and lack of constant access to a working computer.

I think I will still have a job later after the situation clears, but I am unsure....

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I saw your tags under the Heathers post and I wanted to ask about it! I've never seen neither of them, but I've been meaning to for quite some time, so... Why do you think the movie is better than the musical? (+Maybe what differences there are/what would you suggest? I've only heard a few songs from the musical and I only understood that there is one obsessed guy who wants to make the school explode as a bonding activity with his girlfriend, who doesn't really support this... Endeavor of his?)

I’m a little amazed anyone is interested in my thoughts on this, but thank you for asking anon.

I will start by saying that both are good and worth seeing. I personally think the movie is better for a number of reasons, but I wouldn’t say the musical is bad (and the songs are quite catchy)

Long rambling answer under the cut.

The first big one that I will go on about at some length is characterization. Frankly, I don’t like that Veronica gets more of a Mean Girls storyline in the musical. The movie starts with her being friends with the Heathers, and doesn’t give us a clear backstory on how she got there. From her narration, we can infer that she’s friends with them because skipping a grade made her feel out of place, and she ended up with popular friends out of a desire to be liked. But, we can infer that they have been friends for a while, given the way that they talk to each other. Like the implication that their croquet games are something they do fairly often, and that Heather Chandler is always the red ball. Heather Mcnamara specifically talks to her like someone who has been friends with each other for a while. Heather Chandler has a picture of them together in her locker. Veronica’s parents also don’t make any comments about her new friends, so we can infer that this isn’t a new development. The impact this has is that, even though she doesn’t like them sometimes, they are still people she cares about and has social ties to.

The musical, on the other hand, has her join their social group at the beginning of the musical. Which I think undercuts her character a little, because these aren’t people she is sincerely friends with. They’re people she’s effectively been hanging out with for a week. It makes the impact different. She can’t make snarky quips back at Heather C the way she can in the movie, or roll her eyes because her friends are doing something bitchy again.

The musical also makes one change in particular that irks me about Veronica: she’s not as smart as she is in the movie. To give a concrete example: in the movie Veronica figures out how JD rigged the bombs, because she listened to his dad talk about demolition. In the musical, he tells her, because she hasn’t figure it out herself. It’s a little change, but it does undervalue her intelligence as a character.

The change to her relationship with the Heathers makes it so that we don’t get one of the moments from the movie that I would argue really understands high school bullying. Candy Store, as great as it may be as a musical number, is a song about peer pressure to turn on a friend. But in the movie, Veronica never was friends with Martha, and this moment is more about neutrality and apathy. Veronica says, “I don’t have anything against Martha Dunstock” and Heather C replies, “You don’t have anything for her either.” Which is an excellent point about why someone goes along with bullying. It isn’t actively turning against someone they like, it is being apathetic about someone being cruel to someone they don’t care about one way or the other.

Who does have a history of friendship with Martha? Heather Duke, who says absolutely nothing about it.

Also, Dead Girl Walking inverts the scene and inadvertently erases the second red flag about JD. In the movie, he shows up at her house, and “how’d you find my address?” is something she really should have asked. It hints that his infatuation with her is not healthy.

Now, to stop banging on about Veronica for a moment. The Heathers have also been flattened as characters. Particularly Heather Chandler, which may come as a surprise to some people. She’s a bitch in the movie, and she’s a bitch in the musical. As much as I love the line “she is a mythic bitch,” there is an issue.

The movie never really gives you her inner thoughts. It does hint that she is more complex than Veronica thinks. The college party really is a telling section of the movie, because there is a scene of statutory r*pe with Heather Chandler. She is pressured into oral sex by an adult man because she has to if she wants to be “cool.” That is followed by a scene of her trying to rinse out her mouth in the bathroom. Then she looks at herself in the mirror and spits water violently at her own reflection. There are two things that are important here: 1. She is not powerful outside of a high school setting. She is still an underage girl being used by an adult. 2. She is disgusted with herself.

Next, the inspiration for the suicide note is a copy of The Bell Jar in Heather’s room. If you take a step back, this is very odd. This girl who supposedly only cares about looks and popularity has a copy of a book by Sylvia Plath specifically about depression and self worth issues. The implication of all these pieces is that Heather C might actually have issues Veronica does not know about.

The musical gives us ghost Heather being snarky about the suicide note (”You’re making me sound like Air Supply”, “I’m bigger than John Lenon”). Which takes a lot of the nuance out of her story, because it takes for granted that everything Veronica made up was wrong.

Heather Duke being described as having “no discernible personality” is particularly annoying, because she does in the movie. She is torn between being bookish and being popular. She caries a copy of Moby Dick. She is convinced to give up her personality in exchange for JD never revealing that she used to be best friends with Martha. She compromises herself for popularity, despite having a personality. That’s the point of her storyline. And on a side note, including, “her mother payed for implants” about a teenage girl who has intense body image issues and bulimia is at least a little gross.

Heather Mcnamara is such a minor character that there is less to say about her. But her genuine insecurity about boys is very sincere in the movie, and the way that Ram’s “suicide” impacted her is telling, even if he was an asshole. And the scene of Veronica comforting her in the bathroom is one of the more touching moments of friendship.

The theme of the movie is much more “being in high school and having social expectations placed on you about being cool is very difficult” and much less “don’t abandon your friends for popular people.” The end of the movie shows that the solution to “living in a society” is not to harm people more by burning it to the ground or blowing it up. The solution is to reject the expectations of society and to reach out to those who are the most put upon by it, as Veronica does by offering to hang out with Martha - who she has had no connection to up until that point in the movie.

t.l.d.r The characterizations in the movie have more nuance than the musical.

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Maria watches friday night lights (#20)

wow 4x09 was political AF, noting for future projects I have in the works ;)

let’s do it, under the cut:

Damnnn they’re showing Vince getting stuck with having to check a box on his application already??? “have you been arrested?” Per Michelle Alexander, the prison industrial complex creates a permanent underclass who can be legally discriminated against even after being released from jail 🙃

Oh shit Becky’s pregnant?! Wait who did she have sex with? Do we know? Did she have sex with Luke??

Eric Taylor discovering the dangerous part of East Dillon so cluelessly in his full East Dillon High pullover and lil shorts — I’m both dying at everyone trolling him and thinking about how it’s insane to think this aspect of Dillon has been invisible to Eric across town for 3.5 seasons seemingly. That’s some white ass privilege! (Also I hope Tinker is okay since Eric never actually finds him, the whole reason he was there?)

lol Julie and Tami’s bickering about who made the decision for her to sign up for habitat for humanity 😂

“It’s a matter of resources.” (That they don’t give to poor Black and Brown communities.) Eric Taylor Discovers Black Struggle!

Glen, you’re literally the worst. Why did you come over to Eric to tell him about this I can’t !!!! “I just got so excitable.” GLEN ARE YOU AN ADULT HUMAN WHAAAAT I’m dead at this entire interaction, Eric’s reactions are priceless too 😂😭

lmao JD McCoy called his math teacher a bitch, who’s surprised not me

Ah, Katie McCoy finally left Joe?!

“We have a little history, you know. Before she started playing for the other team...” I hate you buddy that’s a gross thing to say about an out lesbian woman but why would I expect more from you

Is this the actor who played Peyton’s stalker brother on one tree hill clearly being set up as Julie’s habitat for humanity love interest? I’m sorry but I can’t unsee him being cheerleader kicked by Peyton and Brooke, he is giving the bad vibes. (I mean also he’s in a position of relative authority over a teen girl flirting so YIKES.)

Damn prison industrial complex — Vince already not being able to find a job as a teenager bc he has a record and begging his white coach to be a reference is why we say abolish the police by the way

Ahhhh okay Becky clearly DID sleep with Luke. “I’m pregnant, it’s yours, and I need an abortion. It’s like $300.” Damn. Just more of why we need universal healthcare (and universal comprehensive sex education.)

“He just wanted to tell me about a little experience he had at a karaoke party.” LMAOOOOO

“You’re getting kissed by so many people over at the school you can’t even remember to talk to me about it?” I was fully laughing at this convo and how it was mostly Eric teasing. That’s a good marriage.

“I think we need a date.” “I’ll go on a date with you.” Awww seriously relationship goals

“You an idiot, Buddy. You an idiot for thinking your Snow White ass could make a difference.” L O L

Wowww Buddy did not just whitesplain organizing to jess’s dad at the barbecue shop after someone he knows saw one (1) shooting in a neighborhood seemingly riddled with violence — I can’t

creeped out by this dude Ryan from habitat for humanity — clearly older than Julie and they’re alone and he’s asking her to go out for food? This is super predatory.

ew! does Ryan make it a habit of making out with high school students he supervises volunteering at habitat for humanity in the house they’re building?! Gross

AHHHH omfg D’ANGELO FROM THE WIRE IS THE EX GANG MEMBER HELPING THEM WITH CARROLL PARK?!?! Amazing! All The Wire cameos! (Jeff and I are on S4 now if anyone’s interested lol.)

“Do you really want to make a difference or are you just feeling sad bc you saw a boy get shot?” Great fucking line, YES.

“This is what we need: we need money, for programs. And not just this week when there’s a kid in the hospital.” YES GO OFFFFF

Of course everyone can agree football is somehow the solution lmao oh Dillon

“I’m so glad some smart person told you to do this.” Tami is exactly what my mom was like growing up, I love it.

Ooooof Vince working for Jess’s dad, the tension between them again in that one moment she’s fighting with him about the toilet is better than all her scenes with Landry sorry 🤷🏻‍♀️

This Tim and Becky back and forth with the kisses even tho they’re clearly more compatible as friends is too much

Michael B. Jordan’s looking at Landry like, how is this dude winning in this love triangle? And I’m like, yeah same bro.

Oooof I knew the “just like my mom” part was gonna come up. Poor Becky 🥺 Aw Luke is SO sweet tho saying he hasn’t been sleeping bc he’s worried about her.

Oh geez wait no...Luke’s starting to veer into anti choicer territory, haha don’t do that you’re so cute. “Will you just take me home?” Yeah, go home Becky, Jesus.

I feel like Vince just made an enemy oh nooo 😱

Tami and Buddy trying to politely greet every gang member walking into the park is killing me

“Do you have any knowledge of how we might get past the padlock on the switch box?” LOL Im laughing at Eric jumping the fence too!

Sometimes I cringe when I see the assistant coaches wearing red ball caps out of habit and then I have the sinking realization this is Texas and half of them probably *would* be trump voters 🤢

Yesss to Eric singling out this middle school kid who’s good and telling him to come play with him when he gets to East Dillon High! It doesn’t fix the problem but it’s a start.

“You know it’s not lost on me that I owe you a date.” Awww

“Damn I love you.” “Damn I love you too babe.” 😭 crazy how Eric and Tami Taylor invented marriage

Glad Becky finally told Tim she was pregnant but I continue to ship them only platonically yeeesh

#maria watches friday night lights #mine #abolish the police #abolish prisons #leftist teen drama bookmark #friday night lights 4x09

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jason dean / jd x black fem!reader ft. that's it .... that's the whole concept

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You two meet when he moves to your city. It's nothing new to him. The change of scenery. Of people. He doesn't pay it any attention no matter where he is. The only thing he concerned himself with was finding the nearest 7/11 to the house he now lives in so he can get himself a slushie.

You've got headphones on and you're dancing to yourself. Not paying any attention to your surroundings at all. The colors and patterns you're wearing are bright and cheerful but not overbearing on the eye. Just enough pop to make you stand out against the blandness of a gas station. The colors all look nice on your brown skin like a pretty picture frame holding together an even prettier picture.

He can hear the music coming through your headphones (hazy and mostly unclear except the hook: it's none of your business ) and knows you're ever so slightly off beat in your dancing. Distracted. You're staring at the machine intensely like which flavor you're going to indulge in is the most important thing you'll ever decide. His lip twitches upwards, trying to become a smile. Shocking reaction considering you're currently blocking the machine.

He comes up at your side smoothly, close enough that if one of you moves you could bump into each other but not far enough to be truly invasive of your space. It's just enough to make you notice him. You yank your headphones haphazardly off your ears and jolt out of his way. "Oh sorry, man! Didn't mean to be a machine hog. Can't make up my mind for anything today."

He laughs, moving to pick up a cup of his own, "Don't be. It's a serious choice to make."

"Damn right." You grin and finally make your choice. No choice. You go down the line of flavors and pull each lever. Coke, cherry and that blue that doesn't quite taste like any actual fruit occurring in nature. You step out of the way and grab yourself a straw. You can feel eyes on you. You turn and pause when you see him for the first time ... he's certainly handsome would be underselling it. You blink the thought away and raise an eyebrow as if to ask, "what?"

He gestures towards the slushie in your hand and the look on his face makes you laugh because you've seen it before. "Oh you're a purist, eh?" you take a sip as you start to walk past him, "life's too short to not get wild sometimes."

"You make an excellent point." He doesn't mix all three like you did but he does mix cherry and coke. You give him a smile on your way out after you pay. He watches you as you go.

You see each other again at school. There are three other schools in the area. It's a big city. But somehow you go to the same one. Your eyes find each other in the cafeteria. He's sitting at a table totally alone. You can see your friends waving for you but you just wave back and mouth that you'll catch them later. You go to join him in his corner of solitude.

"Well if it isn't little miss. flavor mixer." he smirks even though for once he's happy to see a familiar face. He wonders why that is even as he leans forward on his elbows.

"Purist." You grin back, "Not that I'm the most observant girl in the world but I don't think I've seen you around here before."

"You haven't. I'm new. My thing is kinda being the new kid." his smirk is brittle at the edges in ways it wasn't before, an almost instant change.

"Hmm well guess I gotta eat here with you then. Nothing makes you a target faster than eating lunch alone at the back of the room like a weirdo."

"Thank you for your kindness." You show him another one by telling him not to eat the food he'd wound up getting (a death sentence) and instead sharing with him your fries.

When you both get up at the end of lunch he's surprised when you loop your arm through his instead of just leaving, "So what's your next class, new kid? Gonna walk you there. Wouldn't want you getting lost."

He stares down at you but doesn't move away, always been one to roll with the punches, "Won't you be late to your own? Seem like the type of girl who hates disappointing a teacher."

It's the truth. But you're also not the type of girl to leave anyone alone. You hate the feeling personally and so you don't wish it on him. All the dark colors he's wearing and devil may cry attitude makes you think he's already used to being lonely. But what are moves for if not starting a new chapter in life? "Maybe you need to get to know me before you decide you know what kind of girl I am."

"Hm. Maybe." and so you walk him to his classroom. Then you pick him up from it later and are greatly amused at the surprise you see on his face when he finds you waiting for him. You two skip gym together and instead talk at the back of the school. The more you talk the more you decide Jason Dean needs a fucking friend. You decide you're gonna be that friend.

You learn about him and he learns about you. Much like him you come from a two person family of you and your Mom. But unlike him and his Father you and your Mom love each other to death. You bring him home to study one day (you are forcing him to do his homework for fucking once in his life). Your Mom gets back from work early and walks into the house to find you throwing popcorn at him from across the table because he's balancing his pencil instead of using it to do his damn work.

Your Mom knows instantly this is the boy you've been spending so much time with. Talking so much about. She's a lot like you in that she takes one look at him and decides "I guess this is mine now.". You wonder if he knows he's already been adopted into the clan when he smiles and gives her a polite little, "Mrs. L/N". He starts spending more time at your place than his own.

You pass the days together becoming ever closer. Sharing secrets. Insecurities. Going to parties. Getting slushies. Late-night movies. Going to the mall and people-watching. Forcing him to dance with you to music that isn't written by people all mad at their dad's. Him somehow managing to get you on the back of his motorcycle and then somehow being able to sweet talk your Mother into not being mad at him when she catches him dropping you off that way. His rolls up his sleeves and sometimes even takes off his stupid trenchcoat to help you cook dinner. Your Mom teaching him how to cook and him somehow winding up better at seasoning food than you which the two of them never let you forget. He becomes a part of your life too big to ever lose.

His Dad says they're leaving. He'd gotten so used to being with you and the little life you'd built together that he forgot about the one he'd had before you. The life on the road. Apathy. Loneliness. Quiet. Anger. Reality hits him like a train and you can already see him shutting down. Closing himself off. You grab him by his face and tell him, "don't you leave me yet, Jason Dean."

You never call him that. Always JD or Purist, a throwback to the first day you'd met when you hadn't known you would change each other's lives forever.

He's going to turn eighteen in three months and the two of you talk. You talk frantically and plan dumb shit the way teens do whenever they're confronted by a problem they don't understand. Your Mom overhears the two of you and once she realizes what's going on she puts you both in the back of her car and drives straight to JD's house.

Your Mom is a real wildcard and you've never loved her more than when she sits across from JD's bum-ass Father, legs crossed daintily and authoritatively as she says, "your son wants to stay here and settle. He deserves the chance to graduate from one highschool that he manages to attend for more than a few weeks straight. Leave him with me. I’ll take good care of him."

Jaws dropped. You're just as shocked as JD but still teasingly push his mouth closed. JD's Father? Never been much of a parent anyway. The most he does is help put JD's things all in the back of your Mother's car that same afternoon. You know he only helps that much because your Mom is radiating bad bitch energy. You high five her once you're all in the car driving away. You don't think JD and his Father bothered to say a real goodbye to each other. He's sitting in the backseat looking nearly shell shocked. You reach back and shake him by his thigh in excitement. He grabs your hand and holds it.

Y'all only get closer to the point that you're inseparable. The guest room of your house quickly becomes JD's room. Your Mother rolls her eyes when she sees how spartan he keeps it and demand he do something to make it his own. He jokingly asks, "Can I paint the walls black?" and she smacks him upside his head.

She comes back the next day from work with a dark grey paint and tells him, "you can paint your room this color". You know it means a lot to him and you two spend the weekend doing just that.

The night he turns eighteen you make him a small, personal cupcake and put it down in front of him at midnight. You also have a slushie for him which you know he'll enjoy more despite all the work you put into the damn cupcake. He's grinning from ear to ear, not a smirk, a grin, "this feels kinda sixteen candles-esque, sweetheart."

"Blow out your damn candle and make a wish, JD."

"Why would I need to make a wish when everything I want I already got?" A moment of surprising honesty. It's not a joke. You can hear it in his tone. He doesn't retract the statement either, or play it off as less serious than it is. His grin has softened into a smile that you've never seen on his face before. It makes you want to melt. The candle is also melting.

You pick up the cupcake and hold it up to him, your voice no louder than a whisper that feels strangely intimate, "make a wish anyway."

He leans in obediently and for a moment the candle's flame flickers over the shadows of his face in the prettiest way. Then he blows softly and the flame goes out. The only light in the room from the moon now. You fall asleep curled up on the bay window seat together. You wake up in his arms the next morning. When you go downstairs to help your Mother make him a birthday breakfast she's shooting you a knowing look that you try to ignore.

JD talks about his plans now over breakfast and your mother smacks his hand gently when he mentions maybe finding a new place to live. “That’s not how family works, Jason. And you’re family. Don’t you go forgetting that just cause' you turned eight-teen. No boy of mine is gonna be running off to live alone when he’s not ready. You stay here with us until you get sick of us. Don’t go leaving just cause you think that's what you're supposed to do. We love you here.”

He looks suspiciously teary eyed and can only manage to clear his throat and give her a stiff nod, “gotcha Mrs. L/N”. Your mother is just as good at speaking JD as you are now and knows what he wants to say is “thank you” and “i love you both too”. She gets up to kiss the side of his forehead and you get up and kiss his cheek. He holds the both of you close to him and it quickly becomes a group hug.

There's a change in how you are around each other. More lingering touches. Longer looks. But nothing happens. Nothing until graduation when there are pictures being taken and you forced JD to decorate his cap to match yours. He walks and you scream. You walk and he screams for you louder. Your Mom screams for the both of you the loudest.

You go to a party to celebrate but wind up leaving early and just walking in the park together. It's surprisingly cold outside for a summer night. He slides his trenchcoat around your shoulders and puts a hand on your cheek fondly. You steel yourself against nerves and raise your own hand to keep his trapped right where it is. You tilt your face into his warm palm and kiss it softly. You don't look away from him the entire time.

A moment of stillness between you two, "Thank god." JD groans before he swoops in and grabs you by the waist to kiss you breathless.

You both come home late clumsy and trying to be quiet but mostly too busy holding each other to really bother. Your Mother, who was waiting up for you both, only rolls her eyes and says, "finally."

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#jd x reader #jason dean x reader #jd heathers x reader #jd x black!reader #black!reader #heathers: takes place in the 80's #me knowing that the hip/hop and r&b music that slaps the hardest is from the 90's: so anyway you listen to salt-n-peppa-#why is JD so sane in this you ask?? because he is living with two black women and god help him if he tried anything stupid adjkl

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ask-the-hamilsquad-highschool-au · 4 years

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ASK THE HAMILSQUAD!!!!

The Hamilsquad have just started their first year of high school and they are waiting for your questions!

Including:

Alexander Hamilton

Aaron Burr

Elizabeth Schuyler

Angelica Schuyler

Peggy Schuyler

John Laurens

Marquis De Lafayette

Hercules Mulligan

Thomas Jefferson

James Madison

Maria Reynolds

George Washington

Martha Washington

Charles Lee

Samuel Seabury

George Fredrick (King George)

Theodosia Bartow

James Reynolds

Relationships:

Maria and James Reynolds -> Siblings

Lafayette and Jefferson -> Cousins

Madison and Mulligan -> Cousins

Martha and George Washington -> Married + Adoptive parents of Alex

The Dormitory System

Hamilton , Burr, Laurens, Lafayette, Mulligan, Jefferson, Madison, Lee, Seabury, George Fredrick and James Reynolds all share one dorm house since they’re boys in the same class.

Maria Reynolds, Theodosia, Angelica, Eliza, and Peggy all share one dorm house since they’re girls in the same class.

The two dorm houses are next to eachother connected by a hallway since everyone is in the same class.

The boys dorm is looked after by George Washington who is the class’s teacher.

The girls dorm is looked after by MArtha Washington who is also the school’s librarian.

Get to know the characters!!!

Alex -> Alex is the adopted and only son of the Washingtons. He‘s the youngest and shortest in his class being 14 years old, a year younger than everyone else. He has a serious coffee addiction and is a workaholic. He majors in Social studies. Alex does refer to Washington as dad in the dormitory but he hates it when Washington refers to him as son during school hours and often refers to him as sir. He is Disney’s number one fan and even has a few posters in his room. His favorite movie is the little mermaid. Alex doesn’t like reaching out but he trusts only Aaron enough to tell him everything. However, one thing Alex hadn’t told Aaron about yet is his mental health and his depression and suicidal thoughts. He has mental breakdowns regularly and tends to self-harm sometimes. He also hadn’t told anyone about his severe fear of storms. Alex is in the boys dorm room 8.

.♥︎

Aaron -> Aaron is the oldest in his class and he’s basically the dad of the group. He’s the most if not only responsible person in the class and always gets Alex and his friends out of trouble. He can seem like a party pooper who doesn’t talk much at first but once you get to know him he’s a lot of fun. He has his own little library in his room since he’s such a bookworm. Surprising, Aaron is a big fan of Sherlock Holmes and has a collection of all the books in his library. Aaron knows everything about Alex, probably enough to socially destroy the boy but he would never do that. He’s in boys dorm room 9.

.♥︎

Eliza -> Eliza is the mom of the group. She is the second most responsible person after Aaron. Everyone confides in her in everything except Alex who only confides in Aaron. She’s the one who makes the cakes and snacks for everyone when watching a movie and the only one who goes grocery shopping besides Theodosia who often helps her with shopping. She is a saint but can be a badass when she needs to be. She is in girls dorm room 1.

.♥︎

Angelica -> Angelica’s one of the popular kids in school. Being a Schuyler and a sassy badass got her in the top charts of popularity. She may not like organizing things at parties or gatherings like Eliza but she’s the one who throws parties and buys all the necessary stuff for the group. She may seem intimidating at first but she’s pretty chill once you get to know her. If you mess with her sisters, she will make you regret the second you came into existence. She’s in girls dorm room 3.

.♥︎

Peggy -> Peggy’s just Peggy. She’s the ball of sunshine in the group. She always knows how to make everyone laugh even at the most stressful times. She’s Maria’s and Alex’s bestie and is the one who drags them to all the parties. She has a sweet tooth. Peggy’s probably the second loudest person in the friend group after Herc. She’s in girls dorm room 2.

.♥︎

John -> John’s one of the kindest people in the friend group. He’s the one who brings the group together and separates the group during fights. He is OBSESSED with turtles and ocean life and even has a pet turtle in his room which is kinda breaking the rule of no pets in the dormitory. He’s the one who keeps up with Alex’s bullshit most of the time. He’s in boys dorm room 11.

.♥︎

Lafayette -> Laf is the most fashionable person in the group. He keeps up with all the latest fashion trends and is the one who takes the group out shopping for clothes for hours. He and Thomas choose Alex’s clothes for parties and gatherings since Alex has no sense of fashion whatsoever. He’s also the one who would change the channel to some french show which only he, Alex and Thomas would be able to watch and fully understand. He’s the only one who eats dinner when it’s Thomas’s turn to cook. He’s in boys dorm room 7.

.♥︎

Herc -> Herc is the loudest person in the friend’s group. He’s the one who carries Alex to bed when he accidentally falls asleep while working. He’s pretty irresponsible and has broken multiple bones while doing stupid stuff. He’s probably the hardest to handle for Aaron when he’s tryna control the group. Surprisingly, he likes tailoring and is the one who fixes the groups clothes when the accidentally rip them while doing stupid stuff. He often uses Alex as a model for his clothes which Alex surprisingly doesn’t mind much. He’s in boys dorm room 3.

.♥︎

Thomas -> Thomas is the sassiest person in the group. He LOVES Magenta and Mac & cheese. His favorite class is Social studies since he gets to debate with Alex and beat his ass verbally, though Alex always crosses the line in those debates. His best friend is James M who is always sick and Thomas always ends up taking care of him. Thomas doesn’t really hate Alex as a person but he does hate him with a passion whenever they’re talking about their political opinions. However, when they’re not doing that he discovered that Alex can be a pretty cool guy, mostly when him and Laf are picking out clothes for him. His favorite thing to do is tease Alex about his height and age. Thomas is in boys dorm room 12.

.♥︎

James M -> James is the sick boy of the group. He is ALWAYS sick. If anyone ever needs tissues, he’s the first person they ask. He can be a handful at times when he’s very sick and he does feel guilty for needing to constantly rely on everyone but the others don’t really mind. He’s a good listener and problem solver making him the second person Alex confides in. Even though Thomas and Alex are enemies, James is actually a pretty good friend with Alex and agrees with him on a lot of political opinions. Overall, he’s a kind and gentle sick smol bean though he is a little taller and older than Alex. He’s in boys dorm room 4.

.♥︎

Maria -> Maria is the most chill person in the group. She’s the one who’ll stay calm when everyone else is panicking and running around like maniacs because there’s a cockroach around and Alex is screaming louder than JD when he screamed “VERONICA!!!” (That was specific...). She’s also one of the most fashionable in the group. She’s the one who’s seen every single movie on Netflix and would recommend movies to the group and set up everything to watch the movies. She’s in girls dorm room 5.

.♥︎

James R -> He’s the big brother figure to Alex. He’s always competing with Aaron over who’s a better big brother to Alex. He somehow always manages to say the most inappropriate things at the most inappropriate times. He loves embarrassing Alex with a passion. He’s the guy who’d get everyone smoothies even if they didn’t want them. He’s quite protective of Alex and is the one who calls him to make sure he’s safe when he’s been out for too long. He’s in boys dorm room 6.

.♥︎

Charles -> Charles is probably the most normal person in the group. He’s just a chill dog lover. He dislikes John for many reasons, one being that he could keep his pet turtle in his room while Charles couldn’t keep his dog and instead had to leave him outside the house in the backyard. He can be seen as a coward at first but he just likes being careful and playing it safe. He’s in boys dorm room 1.

.♥︎

Samuel -> Samuel is the nerd in the group. He’s pretty shy and quiet. He has a passion for plants and nature. He also loves the galaxy and stars and even has a telescope in his room to stare at the sky. He’s also really good at writing and poetry. He doesn’t like Alex much because of his very rude nature. Samuel is the most polite and approachable person in the group. He’s in boys dorm room 2.

.♥︎

George -> George is the formal guy in the group. He LOVES throwing tea parties and gets really mad whenever people refuse to attend them. He views himself as the king of the high school and likes keeping Samuel by his side as his royal, loyal subject. He comes from a very wealthy British household which explains his bratty selfish attitude most of the time. However, deep inside he’s actually a good guy. He also has a brand-new black Mercedes-Benz g63 which he got as a gift for his birthday which he can SOMEHOW drive very well. He’s in boys dorm room 5.

.♥︎

Theodosia -> Theodosia is the big sister of the group. She’s the one who helps Aaron and Eliza in keeping everyone under control. She’s a sweetheart and is very soft-spoken and smart. She’s probably the genius of the group since she tends to get the highest grades in class which Alex fails to do since he exceeds the writing limit all the time which gets him to lose marks. She’s in girls dorm room 4.

.♥︎

Martha -> Martha is the school’s librarian. She is also Alex’s adoptive mother. She really kind and soft-spoken. She often takes care of the group and sees them all as her children. She’s also the one who calms down George when he’s too stressed from having to deal with the group.

.♥︎

Washington -> Washington is in no doubt the fatherly-figure to everyone in the group. He is also Alex’s adoptive father. He always calls Alex “Son” and feels really happy and proud when Alex calls him “dad”. He is definitely a bit of a doting father towards Alex and loves him dearly. He HATES Alex’s workaholic habits and have tried multiple times to stop him from overworking himself. He’s also such a worrywart when it comes to Alex. He has a few suspicions about Alex’s mental health but hadn’t talked to him about it yet.

.♥︎

Marcel -> Marcel is a pretty chill guy. He was raised in Britain and moved to New York to continue his studies. He is also the boys housekeeper and the class Vice President. He can be really inappropriate at times and make the most inappropriate disgusting jokes. He’s dream is to graduate college and join the police and become a police officer. He’s quite strict when it comes to breaking the law but can let some things slide to have fun with the group. He’s in boys dorm room 10.

.♥︎

Allyn -> Allyn (MEH) is the president of the class. She’s the total opposite of Marcel since she’s pretty goofy and cheeky and all around weird. She likes staying in her room with the lights turned off under the blanket binge watching musicals and drawing. Her favorite subject is Art. Even though she’s the class president, Eliza is not surprisingly better at doing that job than her. She sometimes randomly looks straight at the camera and says stuff making everyone else confused and seriously concerned for her mental health. Beware, if wild Allyn is found feed her some cookies and slowly retreat to safety. If she starts screaming, run. Do not make eye contact with a wild Allyn or your life will be in danger. She’s in girls dorm room 6.

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mirkwoodshewolf · 3 years

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On set visits; Queen x reader x Borhap boys pt. 1

*Author's note*

Alright so this part is broken up into 2 parts so here is the 1st part of the Bohemian Rhapsody film set visit. Part 2 will be up in just a second after I get done with this author's note. So expect some crazy stuff happening, fluffiness and the Rock Angel reminiscing on her past with the boys.

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*Sept. 2017. Filming Bohemian Rhapsody*

I almost couldn't believe it myself. I mean I knew that the boys were planning on a film about themselves and that it was taking them almost 10 years just to get it off the ground. But now after multiple rewrites of the script and better casting, the film was ready to get off the ground.

"So you're absolutely sure I can stop by whenever I feel like it? No matter how many times?" I spoke into my I-phone.

'Absolutely love, just as long as you don't spill any secrets.'

"Please Bri, when have I ever revealed anything to anyone about you guys?"

'Well there was the time—'

"That was a fluck and you know it!" I snapped.

'I'm kidding love, you've never spilled any secrets. You've gotten better at lying lately.' Brian chuckled.

"Well when you say it like that it makes me feel guilty."

'As it should love. So when can we expect you?'

"I'll try to get there before the filming starts, so I may end up going to bed now so that way I can get on the road early enough to beat traffic."

'I know Rog is looking forward to seeing you again.'

"I just did the summer tour with you guys, how could he already miss me?"

'It's a mystery to all of us, but he is your father after all.'

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Okay well I'll see you tomorrow Bri."

'See you then (y/n). sweet dreams and drive safe tomorrow.'

"Will do. Love you."

'Love you too poppet.' I then hung up and couldn't help but grin.

"You still going over to see them film tomorrow?" I turned and low and behold after a long day's shift there was my husband coming in from his police work.

"Well, well, well, look what the cat threw up." I teased.

"Ha-ha you're hilarious my love." He said as he undid his tie and unbuttoned his short. "So the film's finally taking off the ground?"

"Yep, and they finally found a better Freddie Mercury."

"Yeah cause I remember when you called and told me about Sacha Baron Cohen."

"I just couldn't stand the fact that he was wanting to expose the dark side of Freddie. I mean yeah he had the parties, and the drugs, the sex, but that's all what Rock and rollers did back in those days. Plus that's all he seemed to care about. The scandal that came with Freddie's name, nothing about the music. I'm only just glad Bri sided with me on it." I ranted as Jack came up after taking his shirt and undoing his pants and began to rub my shoulders.

"I know love. You're as protective of this project as Brian and Roger are. So do you know who exactly they got to play Freddie this time?"

"No, but I'll find out tomorrow."

"Okay well, my team's got a heavy lead on the case so I won't really be available tomorrow."

"I understand. Just—promise me you'll be careful my love. I haven't forgotten that one killer that shot you in the line of duty."

"I survived didn't I? Plus now we both have a bullet story to share." He leaned his forehead against mine.

"Not funny Jack." I muttered.

"I know. C'mon let's get some sleep. We both have got a long day ahead of us tomorrow." I nodded and then we both got into bed and we fell asleep.

Early the next morning I was on my way over to the set driving in my own car without a driver. As I approached the set gate of course I was stopped by security.

"Badge and proof of visitation ma'am." I handed him the badge that Roger had sent in for me and some documentation that I needed to show him saying that I was not only visiting but a consultant for the movie to help the actors get to know the true Queen. "Everything checks out Mrs. Kline, here you go and have a good day."

"You too uhh—Marvin." I read his nametag before putting my VIP badge around my neck as the gate opened and I drove on inside.

After about 10 minutes I finally was able to find a parking space. I got out of the car and locked it up before walking towards the set. I was told by Brian that the actors had been prepping for the biggest scene they were going to film, the Live Aid sequence.

When I came around and actually stepped up onto the stage, I was blown away and taken back to the summer of 1985. Jesus they—the production got every single detail down to the paint chippings. The rigged lights that Queen had the day they performed, Roger's kit and the grand piano with Freddie's Pepsi cups filled with beer.

"Oh my god. Jack if only you were here to see this." I muttered to myself. It was then I saw Brian talking to someone but—wait did he? Did he seriously dye his hair back to its original dark curls? I walked up to him but waited till he was done talking to some of the producers. Once he was I tapped his shoulder and he turned around and—oh wow I just....wow.

I don't know whether this is a prank or time travel does exist but I swear I'm literally looking at Brian the day I had met him.

"Okay it's official. I think I have finally cracked." I said as I placed my hand over my forehead.

"I'm sorry ma'am do you need to sit down or can I get you a cup of water?" Oh god he even sounds like Brian.

"Ahhh seems you two have already met. And here I thought I could surprise you." I turned and there was—Brian? My Brian with the grey curls now. Wait what!? What is going on here!?

"What the f—"

"Ah, ah language young lady!" Brian scolded.

"You must be the Rock Angel (Y/n) Kline, Brian and Roger have told us a lot about you. Pardon me, Gwilym Lee." He said as he extended his hand to me. I shook it and said in awe.

"Ahhhh, now I see it. Sorry Gwilym dear, never did I think I'd see two Brian's at once. I swear to god you look—exactly like Brian when I met him."

"Anita said the exact same thing. Cheeky woman was even trying to flirt with him." Brian said as he pouted towards the end..

"No she didn't." I gawked.

"I'm afraid it's true." Gwilym said with a blush. I shook my head softly laughing.

"Oh that woman I tell you what."

"Well I can tell you one thing I know a certain someone of the cast who will flip out once he sees you." said Gwilym.

"And just who might that be?" I asked him.

"The young lad whose playing Deacy, Joe Mazzello."

"Kept ranting on and on about your Live Aid performance and how you and Deacy used to interact with each other in your performances together."

"Ahh yes. Me and my dear brother mine." I sighed with a solemn smile.

"I—I'm sorry I-I-I didn't mean to......"

"No, no Gwilym it's fine. While sometimes I do wish he could still be around, I completely understand why he chose to leave the band. Hell without Brian and Rog I—I don't even want to think what I would've done after Freddie died." I soon brushed my sorrows away and said, "Now come here Gwilym I want to get a closer look at you." he came up to me and we stood face to face of each other.

I placed my hands on his shoulders and looked him up and down before cupping each side of his face gently.

"God they chose right for my Brian. I swear, it's like Gwilym is your long lost son Bri." I said as my eyes turned toward Brian.

"I'm beginning to think you might be right." Joked Brian. I stepped back from Gwilym and said to him.

"I can't wait to see the full Live Aid recreation with you all in full costume."

"I hope we do you proud Mrs. Kline."

"First of all, call me (y/n). Secondly, I'm already proud. From what I've heard from Brian and Roger, I have no doubt in my mind that we've entrusted the right group of actors with Freddie's and Queen's upbringing tale to absolute rock gods."

"You flatter us too much (y/n)." Brian gushed.

"Only because you old fossils deserve it." I teased as I stuck my tongue out at him to which Brian did his little eyebrow quirk at me. I giggled softly and continued. "Well before filming starts, I'm gonna continue to look around the set. I'm told the lower decks where all the performers were settled in are just like how they were when we were there. Ciao Brians'." I walked away from them with a wave of my hand.

After exploring more of the set design and going down memory lane it was then I came across another look-a-like. Holding the famed natural Fender precision Bass guitar and wearing that god awful tacky shirt that I secretly wished I had told him not to wear, and having the iconic mushroom fluffy hair was the actor who was playing Deacy, Joe Mazzello.

One of the hair designers was fluffing up the wig to make sure it was up to Deacy's standard. And god just like with Gwilym, Joe was practically identical to Deacy.

It was just like seeing Deacy again back when he was happy and content with where Queen was at, just before finding out about Freddie's illness (which I had found out from Spike several years ago that Deacy had actually known since the last tour Queen ever did with Freddie).

I smiled softly as I watched him get ready for the camera. His wide smile reminded me so much of Deacy's. Slowly I walked up towards him and as the hairdresser looked him over Joe asked.

"So how does it look?"

"I think you look terrific." I said.

"Wait who said—OH MY GOD!!!" he screamed as he turned around and saw me. Like all usual fanboys, he jumped back, his mouth was gaped and his eyes were wide.

"Close your mouth please Joe dear we are not a codfish." His mouth immediately closed.

"Y-you-you-you're....."

"The Rock—"

"Rock Angel." We both said together slowly. "Call me (y/n)." I greeted as I extended my hand out to him and he took it hold of it and shook it.

"I just—I can't believe that I'm-I'm-I'm actually standing beside the Rock Angel." I softly giggled.

"Just know that beyond the glam and the rock star female empowerment, I'm just a normal 55 year old woman."

"But you still look good." He said. I quirked my brow at him so he quickly tried to save himself, "Not that you're old or anything. I mean I don't mean to offend you I just....."

"Joseph. Relax dear. I'm not offended at all. Freddie always said that I would end up being an eternal beauty. At first I thought it was just Freddie being Freddie but as the years have passed I think he—that he must be behind giving me this youthful glow."

"The Rock Angel called me dear," he first gushed with a shy smile. "Sorry I just...... I grew up listening to your albums along with Queen and the first time I saw one of your broadcast performances, I kinda had a little crush on you" He said gently.

"Aww I'm flattered Joe, really I am." I said as I gently cupped the side of his face and gave his cheek a stroke of my thumb. At that point he looked like he was about to melt into a puddle with how much joy he was probably filled with. "Now Joe forgive me for saying this, how long have you been acting?"

"I was a child actor actually. I've—always been in the acting business. Why do you ask?"

"Well besides seeing some of my brother's features I feel like I've—seen you in something before."

"You might recall a little film that came out in the 90's known as Jurassic Park?"

"Wait hold on—you...." I gasped. "You played little Tim Murphy!?!"

"Yes, yes I was Tim Murphy."

"Oh my god. When that film came out my twin boys were literally obsessed with that movie. Would not watch anything else for a full year. They even wore out the old VHS tape we had for it. Oh my god how could I not recognize you sooner?"

"Well I was 8 just turning 9 while we were filming it."

"You had a birthday while filming?"

"Yeah. It was during the kitchen scene with the raptor. I actually got injured on that day."

"What? What happened?" he then proceeded to tell me exactly what had happened. Of how the raptor they used was on wheels and he was running toward the fridge and he was supposed to go left while the raptor was supposed to go right, but the guy controlling the raptor lost control and went the same direction as Joe and he ended up getting hit in the face with a metal claw.

And it was at that moment the director Steven Spielberg and the rest of the crew sang Happy birthday to him.

Then of course he tried to ask Joe at that moment if they could try it again, but when Joe proved he couldn't do it, they wrapped for that day.

"Oh you poor thing."

"It's okay, I survived."

"Well I hope you never suffered an injury like that since then. And on your birthday too? That's never a good birthday present to get a concussion."

"I was cleared out with no concussion, just a little dizzy and a bit of bruising."

"Oh I'm sorry love, it's my inner mother instincts kicking in."

"She always was an overprotective mother." We both turned around and I saw Roger walking up sporting the black beanie I gave him for Christmas last year and another actor who was sporting the Roger Taylor look he had for Live Aid.

"Oh look who's talking smother father! For years since I've known you you've been the definition of helicopter parent." I gawked at him. "You still sometimes even threaten Jack with missing out on our dates cause of our jobs."

"And I've always told you that boy would be trouble one day." He teased as he came up to me.

"Wow so it is actually true, you guys do look at each other as father and daughter." Said the young actor playing Roger.

"Yes Ben, my adoptive daughter (Y/n) Kline, otherwise known as the Rock Angel." Roger introduced.

"So you're the young actor playing my main father figure eh?" I said as I looked at the young man.

"Yes. Ben Hardy, it's a real honor to meet you in person Mrs. Kline. To say I was nervous to meet Roger is nothing compared to the thought of meeting you."

"Are you saying I'm intimidating and unapproachable?" I asked offendedly.

"Wha? No! No! God no I-I-I-I didn't mean it that way I was just...." I interrupted him with a laugh and said.

"Dear, relax. I was just pulling your leg."

"And be thankful she was. Otherwise, I'd beat your arse boy for insulting my daughter." Roger protectively stated.

"See there you go you old hypocrite. Besides Rog you haven't been able to kick anyone's arse in years. Don't want you breaking a hip now do we?" I mocked him.

"You're lucky these boys are here little missy." Roger scolded me.

" Yeah, yeah, yeah. Now then Ben, you were once on EastEnders right?" I said turning my attention back toward Ben.

"Yes. I played Peter Boyle on the show. My recent film before this was the new X-Men movie that came out about a year ago. X-Men Apocalypse."

"Ahh yes, my youngest son is always obsessed with all the superhero films. Marvel or DC. Now I'd like to see you two more closely, stand together." Both Joe and Ben followed orders and I looked both of them up and down.

Circling around them before cupping each of their faces once by one. And yes Ben was a bit more muscular than Roger was and of course they didn't get his hair right for this part in time, but there was just something in Ben's eyes that just made me think back to the first day I met Roger.

That sparkle of mischief but also protectiveness that shown through those blue eyes of his.

"That is most definitely my Roger. You both have the same spirit in your eyes. I can't wait to see how you play the drums up on that stage."

"Yeah, me neither." He said with a hint of nervousness. I then went over to Joe and cupped his face too. Just—my god just like with Deacy the profile was just uncanny. Of course, Deacy's eyes were more of a hazel type while Joe's were like a brownish type color. But I couldn't deny he looked so much like my brother. "And you my dear Joseph. Gwilym isn't the only one to resemble the man he's playing."

"It was kinda scary after getting the wig on. So much so that I called my mom and asked her what she was doing in 1983?" I laughed and said as I took my hands away from his face.

"Unfortunately, I can tell you for a fact that John Deacon is not your father. The only lady he's ever loved and will love is Veronica."

"I know." I chuckled softly.

"Now then Joe if you'll come with me there's important things I need to discuss with you."

"Like what?"

"You'll see. It was wonderful to meet you Ben, I hope we can get to know each other better later after you all film the Live Aid concert."

"Yeah of course, it was wonderful to meet you Mrs. Kline."

"Please call me (y/n). Dad you better not be too hard on this one, I like him."

"Don't worry I won't break him too much." The four of us went our separate ways.

Joe and I arrived at my trailer (all thanks to Rog and Bri). We entered inside and I told Joe to take a seat. He sat down on my couch while I went over to the kitchen.

"Tea?"

"Yes please. One sugar please."

"Just like how he liked it." I muttered to myself.

"What was that?"

"Nothing love, nothing." I prepped the tea for him and once it was done I handed him his cup and he thanked me. I watched him take a sip and he said,

"Ahh never gets old. I'm telling you after this I may just be the biggest tea fan ever."

"It is good for the soul. I myself have always found Jasmine to be the way to nirvana." I paused for a brief moment before saying, "Joe." He looked at me giving me his full attention, "As you know probably from weeks of research and maybe even from Roger and Brian themselves, Deacy chose to exempt himself from all forms of stardom. To live a quiet life with his family."

"Yeah. When I first got the part I did reach out to him on just any personal advice on certain quirks that he did. Cause even though I've played real life people before, this is the first time I'm playing someone whose still alive, and I wanted to do him justice."

"Yes, quite."

"However all I got back was just that he approved of the project and just for me to take it as any other actor would. Not that I'm saying that I'm mad at him for saying that. But I just—"

"I get it. Really I do." I took his hand and gripped onto it comfortingly. "Look. Ever since Freddie died, Deacy has been—grieving. Just like he did for me, it was Freddie who helped bring Deacy out of his shell and become more involved with the band. Not just being the bass player or the quiet guy."

"The King of the one liners, the tie breaker of Queen." Joe stated.

"Yes, although John could be loud and rowdy when he wanted to. He was definitely Queen's wildcard, but he was also their Ace. Unpredictable but incredibly brilliant. Never have I met a bass player quite like him. Nor do I think I ever will." It was quiet for what felt like forever when Joe asked me.

"Do you—do you still speak to him? I mean, cause I read that you both basically grew up close together, even for being 11 years apart from each other."

"Yes. We actually lived 20 minutes from each other back in our youth. He was and will always be my brother mine." I sighed heavily. "And to answer your question, I must remind you he's always been.....a cautious subject to me. Any remembrance of Freddie just makes him break, and as I'm sure you've seen from my concert footages I, sometimes, subconsciously find myself doing some Freddie movements on stage. Whether it's flicking my wrist like he did, strutting around the stage or waving my arms like he did. Deacy's.....he knows those things. But he's always there for me when I needed him. The last time was—on the tragedy of 9-11."

"Wait you mean....."

"Jack's cousin Jared and his wife Gen, they—they were on the plane that was overtaken by the terrorists. Took five days to finally find their bodies. Jared holding Gen in his arms. It was a risk but—I knew Jack needed more support than just his American family. So he and I went over to John and Veronica's place. We went at the early mornings of course just so that way no one would spot us driving in midday and try to track us down, then at sunrise we walked up to the door and—there he was. When Jack told him what had happened, he—actually invited us in and allowed us to stay the entire time. He ended up being the right support Jack needed."

"Your husband and John were close?"

"Oh yes. More alike than you know. Both incredibly talented bass players. That's how Jack got Deacy's approval when Jack and I started hanging out. He even gave my husband private lessons."

"Wow."

"Yes. They were practically inseparable the two of them for that summer. Even during their rehearsals, you would see Deacy go in the corner and practice what riffs he'd teach my Jack next. However that was the last time I ever actually saw Deacy, 16 long years ago. Haven't gotten in contact with him since. But occasionally, at least according to Brian, he asks them how I'm doing as well as Jack."

"I hope he's living a quiet and happy life with his kids and wife."

"I know they are. I still keep in contact with Ronnie whenever I can, sometimes we go out shopping, fawn over grandchildren pics, and just catching up. She was the mother I needed when I first had Kelly."

"Sounds like she was the ultimate mama."

"You have no idea." I felt Joe place his free hand on top of mine that still had his. I smiled softly at him before I got down to the real reason why I brought him here. "Joseph, now I know that when it comes to acting, Hollywood can pick whomever they deem worthy for a role, especially if it's for a real person. I'll be honest with you; hearing your American accent puts me a little on edge. Cause I have heard some pretty bad English accents on screen that just make me want to pull my ears off agonizingly slow. Now I know Deacy has probably the most unique accent from anyone in Leicester, I mean you hear my accent and I sound nothing like his dialect. So what I want to ask of you, just for the sake of you playing my brother, may I hear you speak with John's accent?"

"What-what would you like me to say?"

"Maybe say what you did for the audition. Or anything that comes to your head. It doesn't even have to be an interview Deacy did, I just want to hear your accent." He nodded before sitting back on the couch while I leaned back on the chair.

He adjusted himself before finally miming that he was driving a car before he finally spoke about when Deacy first joined the band. The one interview he did during the 'News of the World' tour with Bob Harris.

I felt like at that moment my heart had stopped. My hands slowly covered my mouth in a prayer style while the corner of my eyes watered. And sure there were certain words that he said that still sounded American but—this was my brother. I....I was actually looking at my brother right now. They got it right.

By the end of it, Joe looked at me and his eyes grew concerned as he said.

"Did I screw up?" I stood up from my chair in silence. I then walked over to him and knelt down in front of him cupping his face. A wide smile spread across my face as I immediately hugged him and softly sobbed.

"You are my Deacy! My brother mine." I then felt him embrace me back and the two of us rocked side to side. I looked up to the heavens praying that Fred was looking down knowing he would've loved Joe playing his Deacy. "If you ever need any advice or help, I'm here for you. Promise me Joe Mazzello that you will come to me with anything regarding Deacy."

"I promise (y/n)." he still spoke with Deacy's accent which filled me with both sorrow and happiness.

We stayed that way for god knows how long. After composing myself, we left my trailer when one of the volunteers came up to us and said.

"Joe, they're ready to start filming the concert."

"Shall we go on?" I asked.

"Yes, let's." God he had my brother's quick wit already. He crooked his arm out which made me grin softly. I looped my arm through his and the two of us walked on towards the Live Aid stage.

I stood alongside Roger, Peter Freestone (Freddie's former assistant and the other consultant for the film) as well as Brian's youngest daughter Emily (who in every way was so much like her father from the hair to the smile).

"I think this will be a great shoot, don't you think (y/n)?" asked Peter.

"Indeed Pheebs. And I'm sure Freddie would've loved to have seen it."

"He would indeed." He said as he wrapped an arm around me and soon Brian came and stood beside us after being backstage with the young actors who then came out just as Queen did that day back in 85. When I saw the young actor playing our Freddie, I was already impressed.

Sure he was skinnier than Freddie was, but seeing him move about just as Freddie did it was like I was seeing Freddie right before my eyes. The boys got into position and soon began to perform the entire Live Aid concert.

Besides actually being there and seeing them perform from the wings that day over 30 years ago, this was about the greatest concert performance I had ever seen.

The boys in full costume had everything down. Gwilym channeled Brian's solo on Bohemian Rhapsody, Ben was pretty impressive on the drums, Joe had Deacy's rhythmic moves down, and the young man playing Freddie he—it was beyond what I could imagine. He wasn't just moving like Freddie, it was like he knew why Freddie would move a certain way to a song.

I was in awe cause it felt like I had actually traveled back in time and was watching Queen's most historical performance once again. I stood behind Brian and wrapped my arms around his shoulders leaning up against his head smiling from ear to ear, I felt Brian take one of my hands and gently patted it every now and then.

When the Aye-Oh's happened I could help but lowered my head and holding my laughs of joy. I swear when this is over, I need to talk to this new actor playing Freddie cause unlike Sacha, this was our Freddie. Soon Hammer to Fall came on and I couldn't help but bop my head along to the song.

I felt a tap at my shoulder and I turned to see Emily holding her phone out with the notes app open. In the app it read.

'Is this how you remember it Aunt (y/n)?' I walked towards her and gestured for me to have her phone. She handed it to me and I typed out.

'Everything and more. God I wish your cousin Kelly could've been here to see this as well as your uncle Jack. They would've loved it.' I showed her my message and she came up and wrapped her arms around my shoulders as the two of us smiled happily up at the stage.

When Hammer to Fall concluded, the extras and even me and team Queen applauded. I let out a loud whistle from the sidelines as I applauded and took pictures with my own phone to show Jack and the kids later. Now I recall that it was at this time the guys ended up surprising me and the world with our duet "Set it all free" instead of the planned 'Crazy Little thing called love'.

Now I've been skeptical about having a biopic film about me, even though I knew both Queen and Elton were starting theirs at the same time, hell one of the producers Dexter Fletcher is currently directing Elton's film 'Rocketman' as we speak right now. So I didn't know if they would plan to do Crazy little thing or if they'd go the set as it was all those years ago.

I got my answer however when Ben started to play the drum intro to my song.

"You guys didn't." I muttered.

"We wanted to be historically accurate with the Live Aid set." Brian started.

"So we cooked up a little surprise for you." Roger said. It was then I heard the actor playing Freddie began chanting out along with the audience "An-gel! An-gel! An-gel!" it was then I saw a young girl come out and—by god it was like looking at my younger self from that day.

She was dressed exactly how I was with a pregnant belly suit underneath her shirt. Her hair was designed the same way as mine was, everything just took me back. Instead of a playback that the Freddie actor was using for all the singing, this young woman was actually singing and she had a pretty good voice.

I continued to watch in awe as the young woman basically became me doing each step or movement I did that day on Live Aid. I felt Brian and Roger wrap their arms around me as I couldn't even take my eyes off the young woman up on stage. I could hear the extras singing out the lyrics, even some of the crew members were bopping their heads and singing along.

She walked across the stage at the second verse right towards the Freddie actor and just like Fred and I did, they stood forehead to forehead singing the duet before she walked back out and went back to center stage. When the guitar solo came on, my eyes turned to Gwilym and he amazed me that he actually could do my hard rock solo.

After the song was over, the crowd applauded and cheered and I turned to the guys and hugged them and whispered into their ears.

"If this is you guys way of trying to get me to sign onto a biopic film......I'm highly considering it after seeing her."

"We'll introduce you later." Said Roger as we separated from the hug and we turned our attention back to the guys as We Will Rock you now began playing. I couldn't help myself by stomp my feet to the rhythm and mouth out the words.

I was just amazed by not only Gwilym's guitar playing but also the young man who moved just like how I remembered seeing Freddie move, using the mic stand as Fred always did (the cheeky man), even the facial expressions that he made were exactly like they were.

It wasn't until when 'We are the champions' came on that I could barely hold my tears in. Seeing not only Fred's actor but my actor singing the famed Queen anthem that has literally been played in every victory sport or award winning singing competition.

Seeing the two of them interact with each other, it was pure nostalgia.

By the end of the song, tears welled up in my eyes and I looked toward the heavens hoping that Freddie could see this and running through my mind I already knew what he'd say.

"Amazing jobs my darlings, not as fabulous as me but very, very close." When the extras and even some crew members cheered, Brian, Roger, Peter, Emily and myself all applauded and cheered for the boys and that's when the director called cut.

"This.....is gonna be a great movie." I said.

"I think so too. After just seeing them come together like that, I think we've finally casted the right people to play us." Said Brian.

"I agree you two, I'm liking what I've just seen so far." Roger said.

"And—I'm sure he would've liked this too." I said solemnly. I felt Roger gently rub my back and Brian said.

"I know he would."

After a few more takes of filming the Live Aid concert, the director said that it was enough for today. I walked around the set to find the producer Graham King and when I approached him I asked him.

"Graham tell me, who's the young man you got to play Freddie?"

"Oh his name is Rami Malek. His recent project was a show called Mr. Robot."

"Ahh yes I've heard of that, my Freddie is obsessed with that show. Never misses an episode."

"When we were casting Freddie I happened to come across an episode and when I saw him I—just thought I was looking at Freddie. So we brought him in, he gave us a mock interview as well as an audition that your boys saw when they first met him. And from then on it just fell into place. Do you approve of him? Is there a problem Mrs. Kline?"

"Absolutely not. Do you know where I can find Rami at right now?"

"Probably in hair and makeup getting undressed."

"Well, when he is done would you be so kind as to bring him to my trailer?"

"Of course (y/n)." I nodded in gratitude and walked off to my trailer.

I sat there once again on the chair looking through an old photo album. Each picture held a deep and personal memory for me, I thought back to the day that each picture was taken and remembered exactly what was going on at that very moment.

A knock was soon heard at my trailer. I composed myself with a deep exhale and said.

"Come in." the door opened and there without costume or the tache was Rami Malek.

"Graham said you wanted to see me Mrs. Kline?"

"Yes Rami, love please come in." he stepped inside and shut the door behind him. "Take a seat." I gestured towards the couch. He sat right where Joe had sat down earlier this morning and I said. "Would you care for a biscuit, or as Americans call them cookies?"

"Uhh yes please." I smiled and handed him a tray of biscuits I always kept around me (hey a woman's gotta have her sweet tooth fix right?) and handed him my best plate of chocolate chip cookies (all thanks to my mother in law's secret recipe). He thanked me as he took one and took a bite out of it. "Mmm. Oh my god," he cleared his throat and closed his mouth before finishing the biscuit up. "This is so good."

"Thank you, it was my mother in law's secret recipe. She passed it onto me shortly before Kelly was born." He took another bite of it and swallowed that piece before saying as he set it down on a napkin that I had also provided.

"What-what was it you needed to see me for Mrs.—"

"Before we continue, I'll ask you to call me the same way I've asked the other three of the band to call me. Call me (y/n)."

"Yes of course, (y/n). What was it you wanted to see me for? Is it to talk about what you saw out there? Did I screw it up already?"

"No, no dear relax. This is nothing in the way you're thinking." I saw him take a sigh of relief.

"Oh good. Cause I know I obviously wasn't the first choice for the job."

"In my books Rami, you should've been the first one to be called for the role."

"Really?"

"Oh yes, but first there's a couple of questions that I want to ask you that Brian and Roger might not have asked you, and I want you to answer them as Freddie would've."

"Okay." I smiled softly and stood up from my seat as I set the phot album aside.

"Who is Queen not without?"

"That's easy. It's you darling. There's no Queen without their beloved Rock Angel, and no Rock Angel without her four aging Queens." I felt my heart clench at hearing Rami speak with a British tone. The softness of his voice almost sounded identical to Freddie's voice. I turned towards him and walked towards the kitchen area of my trailer.

"Who is it that you trust the most?"

"Mary. Mary is the one I trust the most. For she knows me like no one else ever will." I reached the kitchen and rested my hand against the island.

"Who are you?" Rami looked at me before finally answering something that would forever stun me.

"I've been asked that all my life. By my family, student peers, professors, the entire world. I've been told who I should strive to be but I say fuck what they say. They don't define me. No, I decided who I am. I'm going to be what I was born to be. A performer who gives the people what they want." He pointed towards the ceiling as he whispered, "touch of the heavens." He dropped his hand before finally answering, "Freddie Fucking Mercury."

My lips quivered and I ducked my head as tears began falling down my face for—god knows how many times right now.

"Oh (y/n) I—I'm sorry I didn't mean to make you cry, I—did I say something wrong?" Rami said urgently as he stood up and stood in front of me.

"No." I choked out. I sniffled and that's when he handed me a tissue. Oh ever the kind gentleman and concerned about my wellbeing, just like Freddie was. "No you—you've prove to me that you know just who Freddie truly was."

"Didn't want to be put in a certain category or be stereotyped." He said. I nodded as I wiped my tears with the tissue he had given me.

"For as long as I have known Freddie, especially to his last, various people have chosen one of two sides. There's the one side that the press made him out to be. The one that-that—bastard Cohen wanted to portray Freddie as. The wild, crazed, homosexual drug addict. That he deserved what he had gotten because he was so reckless and stupid. That AIDS was his form of suicide. Never did I want to punch and murder so many people. Every time I got asked about whether Freddie's death was his own fault, I just wanted to rip the interviewer apart."

"I can see why. I bet a lot of true fans and the people who knew Freddie well would've done what you've felt like doing."

"But people like you Rami, who understand that Freddie wasn't just a frontman or greatest performer to ever live. That he did come from a harsh background but rose above all the trials and tribulations that came his way to define himself as he sought out to be. That's why he was my biggest idol." I grabbed the photo album and sat down on the couch and opened it up taking out a picture that was always a favorite of mine.

It was a picture that Deacy took of Freddie and I together just after my very first performance as the Rock Angel at Madison Square Garden. Fred's arms wrapped around me as he had picked me up, huge wide smiles were spread across our faces. I felt a dip on my left side I looked up to see Rami sitting close beside me. He looked down at the picture before saying.

"Was this your first performance?"

"Yes. Out of four members of Queen, it was Freddie Mercury who truly believed that I could make a name for myself in the industry. Taught me everything there was into getting the self-confidence I needed to get up on that stage. Sure we had our ups and downs, but through all the falls we had, he never gave up on me. He gave up on no one that he loved. And Rami," we looked at each other and I told him the utmost truth, "If he were alive today, he would've loved you."

He smiled as I gently touched his cheek and the two of us looked through my photo album of every picture Freddie and I took throughout the 11 years I knew him.

At the end of the day, just before the four boys left to go hang out at a pub nearby, I stepped in and offered.

"Why not have dinner over at my place boys?"

"Oh we couldn't impose." Said Joe.

"Nonsense Joe, I insist and I won't take no for answer. Plus it'll be a more homely environment. You boys can't live on catering and pub foods for the next several months to a year. No I absolutely won't have it."

"Best go along with her boys, she got her persuasion from the best there was." Roger added in.

"Well—if you think it's a good idea." Said Gwilym.

"Of course it is. Now come on, you four can fit in my car. Let's go. Meet you there Brian and Roger?"

"We'll be right behind you love." Said Brian. I gestured the boys to follow me to my car. Ben sat up in the passenger seat, Joe sat behind him, Rami was in the middle and Gwilym sat behind me. I turned the engine on and told everyone to buckle up (mama instincts what can I say?) and we pulled out of the gate and I drove us on home.

"So (y/n), what other kind of music do you listen to?" asked Joe.

"Whatever song has a good voice and a good beat, with no autotune I will love. You can look through my Spotify and see what I have." Ben took my phone out of the phone holder and turned around as Joe took over the controls and went to my Spotify.

"Wow there are a lot of songs. And I thought you would've just stuck with what you grew up on."

"Unlike most rockstars like Roger who think everything after 1979 basically became trash music with the rise of pop or as they called it 'disco'. I'm a little more open minded. But I deny all songs that use explicit language every three words, degrading women, or promotes violence."

"You even got some old Christina Aguilera songs on here?" asked Rami.

"Who do you think helped produce her?"

"Shut the front door. You produced Christina Aguilera?"

"Yeah. I even gave her rights to a song that I wanted to do. But even singing it brought back some old wounds. So since I was helping her produce her album at the time, I turned to song over to her."

"What song was it?" asked Ben.

"Fighter."

"Shut up! That was literally my jam."

"I can attest to that. Throughout the filming of The Pacific, he would never shut that song off when getting into Eugene's character for certain episodes." Rami rose his hand.

"Yeah. I have an entire playlist of some songs I helped produce or make. You can play that playlist if you'd like. Or my typical playlist my boys best songs."

"I think in the light of our first day filming, we should go with Queen. What do you guys say?" Joe asked.

"Agree."

"Yep."

"Oh yeah."

"Aright then Joe, we'll each pick our favorite Queen song. You're up first little Tim." He grinned and scrolled through my playlist until Somebody to love came up on the speakers. "Read my mind Joseph." The piano began playing and that's when I vocalized alongside Freddie and the five of us began singing the song at the top of our lungs.

The entire car ride contained each of us picking our top favorite songs. Ben did 'White Queen' which I commended on him cause people nowadays tend to forget the old Queen songs, Gwilym picked Love of my Life, Rami chose Radio Gaga, and I, of course chose Bohemian Rhapsody.

Thanks to Wayne's world (yes I saw the movie and yes it was silly but just the opening scene alone made the movie worth watching) we basically did the same motion by motion that those boys did in the film when the operatic section came on. And of course when the headbanging rock out came on, the boys proceeded to bang their hands while I did mine not as aggressively (responsible driving kids!)

We continued to rock out to the song and it wasn't until by the end of the song that we soon arrived at my home. I pulled the car up into the garage and hit the clicker button which opened up the garage door and I pull inside just as the last line came up and Roger's gong rang off. I shut the engine and said.

"Here we are boys, welcome to casa de la Kline." We all exited out of my car and right behind us as scheduled were Brian and Roger with Bri getting out of the driver's seat. "Bout time you two got here, I was beginning to worry that I'd need to call in an ambulance."

"We're old dear, not dead." Roger sassed at me.

"But I still love you old coots. Just like I said all those years ago."

"That I do remember, the day right after you got so shitfaced after your 21st birthday. You remember that Brian?" Roger said.

"Indeed I do Rog, I even remember what we did to her to get her to apologize, think we need to do it again?"

"That might have to be arranged."

"Oh no you guys don't! We're not doing that now, now let's get inside before we all catch a cold." I guided them all inside. Once we stepped through the backdoor of the garage I could already smell something cooking, and I knew who exactly was cooking at this rate. "Baby! I'm home!" I called out from the hallway.

We turned the corner and soon came to the kitchen where a young man of 19 (going on 20 in a couple months) stood by the oven. He shut it off and turned around. He was every bit like his father when I first met him back in '83, but he had my eyes. When he saw me, he softly smiled and I came up to him.

"Sorry I didn't call in advance telling you that we would have more guests than your uncles."

"No worries mom. You know I've always cooked way more than I should." I smiled and cupped his face and we kissed each other's cheek. "Uncle Brian, uncle Roger."

"Hello Fred." Brian greeted.

"Hey lad, how's school been?"

"Oh you know, NYU's a challenge but I manage." He then directed his attention towards the young actors but when he eyes landed on Rami, he quickly grabbed my arm and whispered to me. "You didn't tell me you'd be bringing Rami Malek to our house!"

"Again slipped my mind." I teased him.

"Mom how dare you bring my celebrity crush here without telling me, look at me I'm a mess."

"Oh you're fine. Now best behavior." I wrapped an arm around my son and said. "Boys, this is my youngest son Freddie Mercury Kline. Fred, these are the boys that will be playing your uncles. This is Joe Mazzello, he'll be playing your uncle Deacy. Ben Hardy who's playing your old uncle Roger."

"Watch it lion cub." Rog warned me. I gave him a cheeky look before continuing the introductions.

"Gwilym Lee will be playing your uncle Brian, and you know Rami, he'll be playing the man you were named after."

"Uncle Freddie?"

"Yes. And—from what I've seen so far, you'll finally get to meet him through the screen."

"I don't doubt that. I'm a big fan of yours Rami, your role in Mr. Robot has been—amazing."

"I'm honored."

"Alright since we've all had a long day today, let's get some grub. Everyone grab a plate." I grabbed some extra plates from the cabinet and handed four plates out to the actors and we all assembled around the island to grab a piece of lasagna, peas, mashed potatoes with gravy and Hawaiian rolls.

Once we gathered around the table I set out the iced tea Jack had made a couple of days ago as well as some champagne or wine. "Okay guys, before we dig in I want all hands on deck." I extended my hand out.

Freddie immediately placed his hand on top of mine, Brian and Rog soon followed after and it was then Rami, Gwilym, Joe and finally Ben placed their hands on top.

"Thank you for this family, thank you for this meal. Thank you for this day. It'll be a wild ride, but I feel this movie will soar, and—that this new family will forever stay." I said ending the traditional family prayer. The young actors looked at me with warm eyes and soft smiles.

"Alright, let's dig in. You boys will never eat the same way again once you taste (y/n)'s cooking." Roger said.

"That bad?" joked Joe. I gawked at the young cheeky actor.

"On the contrary she's the best chief on this side of London. Even when she was an intern she made us this one Christmas pudding that was to die for." Brian spoke on my behalf.

"It's true. She put all the other PTA mom's to shame when it came to my school's bake sales." Freddie said as he took a bite of his lasagna.

The entire dinner was filled with talks about our lives, stories and embarrassing moments in life. Not a single person was excluded from a conversation. After dinner, Rami and Gwilym helped Freddie with the dishes while I got some other scrapbooks out and bonded a bit with Ben and Joe about my time with Rog and Deacy.

"Now this Joe was taken during my first Japan tour. At the very garden where Queen went to near the Tokyo tower, Deacy refused to let me leave without having a cherry blossom crown."

"He seems to be doing good in the picture."

"Except one twig got so tangled in my hair it literally took 15 minutes just to get it out." We both laughed before I turned the page and found a great picture of me and Roger. "Now this picture Ben, both Roger and I have this picture, this was taken after my first Hyde Park performance."

"She performed to an audience of half of what Queen did when we performed at Hyde Park." Roger spoke.

"She could've performed for more but times changed and better security measure for the public's safety prevented it from happening again." Brian added.

"One thing's for sure, I was damn well proud of her for performing at her biggest crowd at the time just barely two years into her career." Roger spoke again. I looked up and winked at him.

"You guys really do have that father-daughter bond don't you?" Joe said.

"Have ever since she gave me the real 1 and 3/7th's sugar."

"It wasn't until Brian told me the next day that Roger just says that to pull people's leg. God I felt embarrassed after that."

"Aww lovie, but it was due to that I became your favorite. And I don't regret it as I'm sure you don't."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." As Gwilym, Rami and Freddie came back in I continued going through the scrapbook sharing my photos of my days with Queen with the boys, and allowing Freddie to finally hear all the stories that he was denied cause of my grief.

As the night got darker and darker, the young actors at this moment were so full of food and exhausted from a long day's filming they actually passed out along my living room. Joe and Ben cuddled up on the couch, Rami asleep on the recliner, while Gwilym was curled up along the loveseat.

Meanwhile I was watching over them and couldn't help but think it was like seeing my boys all over again. I remember back when I was still an intern and would see the guys all passed out whether at Freddie's parties or in the studio, I always had to provide the guys comfort (which I never minded). So seeing these four young men passed out just brought me a sense of nostalgia.

"I got the spare blankets mom."

"Thank you dear. Your uncles tucked in the spare bedrooms?"

"Uncle Brian's in the room across yours and dad's and uncle Roger is in Georgie's old room."

"Good boy." I then proceeded to cover up and adjust the young actors. I wrapped both Joe and Ben in the same blanket and closed Joe's mouth gently so that he wouldn't drool in his sleep, followed by giving them each a soft kiss goodnight. Without trying to wake him up, I uncurled Gwilym from his pretzel position and covered him up.

I gingerly stroked through his hair before placing a soft kiss to his temple. He groaned and lifted his head up which allowed me to place a pillow underneath him. He hummed in content as he snuggled into it. I then went over to Rami and adjusted the seat so that he would be more comfortable. Pressing the button on our automatic recliner, his legs slowly rose up before finally stopping in full recliner mode.

I tucked him in while looking down at him. God even without the tache it was like looking at Freddie from when I first met him in person at a concert, long before I became an intern. I gently kissed his cheek before faintly stroking his cheek.

Sitting outside along the deck, Freddie and I were looking up at the stars.

"So you think this movie's gonna be a hit?"

"Critics are always hard to please, no matter if it's music or movies. From what I've read of the script yes there's misinformation but that's why it's called a biopic. There's some truth but it's the touch of Hollywood in order to make the film not a boring documentary. But those four boys, they are just how I remember your uncles being when I not only worked with them, but grew up with them hearing their music."

"I wish I had gotten the chance to meet uncle Freddie." Fred said after a brief moment of silence. I turned to him to see him looking down sadly.

"So do I love. He would've loved you as much as he did your brothers and sister. And he would've been over the moon had he found that I had named you after him." I brought my baby close and he wrapped his arms around me as we both looked up at the moon and the stars together.

The star right by the moon glowed the brightest, the very same star that shined just as bright the night after the tribute concert we did back in '92. I couldn't help as a tear slid down my face and a smile spread across my face.

I knew that it was Freddie's star, telling me that he was watching us and that he was proud.

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Books Read 2019

It’s time again for my annual books read post (a little earlier than usual, but I couldn’t wait). I read 24 books in 2019, 4 books more than last year, though two are in progress and I expect to finish them by the new year.

It is year four of the reading challenge from Popsugar. There were 48 categories this year, so I got 50% again. Unlike last year, I did not change any categories, but I may have taken liberties with some again, we’ll see. So, without further ado, let’s begin the list. [Under the cut]

1. How to Train Your Dragon, by Cressida Cowell (A book becoming a movie in 2019). Okay, so there have already been two movies in this series, but the last one (*sob*) came out this year, so it counts. I read this book and a few of the others in the series a few years ago, but revisited the first one this year. It’s really good, but don’t go into it expecting it to be like the movies. The character names are the same, but that’s about it. If you can get your hands on the audiobook version, it’s read by David Tennant, which is excellent. Definitely recommend; it’s just as good as the movies.

2. Little House in the Big Woods, by Laura Ingalls Wilder (A book that makes you nostalgic). This is another reread. My dad read the whole series aloud to my sister and I when we were barely older than Laura is in the first book. It was the series he read before the Harry Potter books came out, and we both got sucked into that series. So yeah, very nostalgic. This is a series of semi-autobiographical stories chronicling Wilder’s pioneer childhood, and this is the first in the series. Some of the language doesn’t really age well, but for the most part it’s a delightful book.

3. An Absolutely Remarkable Thing, by Hank Green (a book you think should be turned into a movie). Holy. Shit. I was very, very pleasantly surprised by Hank Green’s debut novel (and yes, John Green is his brother). This is a mysterious book about first encounters and internet fame, with a queer young adult (like, really YA, as in post-college) protagonist. She’s kind of shitty sometimes, but I would argue all twenty-somethings are shitty sometimes (I mean, I literally typed “*sob*” two entries up, like I’m channeling my 2009 self, and I didn’t delete it.). I would highly, highly recommend. And apparently, SOMEDAY, there’s supposed to be a sequel, thank GOD.

4. Loki: Agent of Asgard, by Jason Ewing (a reread of a favorite book). I could actually get away with a reread for this one! I love this graphic novel series. I love how they depict Loki, how he finally gets a goddamn redemption arc. It’s a really fun read. Check it out.

5. The Beast Within, by Serena Valentino (a book inspired by mythology, legend, or folklore). A companion novel to Disney’s Beauty and the Beast. I don’t really remember much about this book. It was weird. But like, it plays with the timeline and the curse a little bit, where the beast gets cursed but doesn’t become a beast immediately. He slowly transforms as his behavior gets worse and more cruel. Apparently he used to be friends with Gaston, but Gaston forgot about him once he finally transformed. Really weird. If you’re obsessed with this fairytale like I am, give it a shot. If not, it probably won’t be that interesting.

6. Pride and Prejudice, by Jane Austen (a book you see someone reading on TV or in a movie). Another reread. I know it’s a classic, but I seriously just love this book.

7. Howl’s Moving Castle, by Diane Wynne Jones (a book about someone with a superpower). Another reread of a favorite book, what can I say. The movie is my favorite movie, but the book is better.

8. Carry On, by Rainbow Rowell (a book told from multiple character POV’s). Okay, listen. I had to reread this book, because it had been a few years and the sequel came out this year. Think of this as generic brand Harry Potter if Draco was a vampire, was Harry’s roommate, and helplessly in love with Harry. I’m serious, it’s generic brand. But damn if I don’t love it. @JKR, this could be us but Harry had to be the jock that married his high school sweetheart and grew up to be a cop. Definitely read.

9. Franny and Zooey, by JD Salinger (a book with no chapters/unusual chapter headings/unconventionally numbered chapters). My brother got me this book for my birthday. Before this I had only read Catcher in the Rye, which I started out hating when I was fourteen but turned into loving when I was nineteen. Honestly I think this novel is better than that one. I really loved it. Highly recommend. What’s it about? Who the fuck knows? But to quote my brother: “At its core, I think this book is about a smart brother and a smart sister. I think we can relate.” So read it and buy it for the smart brother or sister or sibling in your life.

10. 1916, by Tim Pat Coogan (read a book during the season it is set in). This is an Irish history book about the Easter Rising of 1916 and (what I didn’t know when I started reading it in April) everything that came after that can trace its cause back to the rebellion, all the way to the centennial of the Rising. The Easter Rising was the catalyst of Irish freedom. It was like the Boston Tea Party of Ireland, rather than the Battle of Yorktown (as in it kickstarted the War for Independence but didn’t immediately result in freedom), that is, if the instigators of the Boston Tea Party were rounded up, imprisoned in Kilmainham Gaol, and a week later almost all executed by firing squad. It’s a tedious read if you’re not into Irish history or history in general, but I enjoyed it.

11. Loki: Where Mischief Lies, by Mackenzi Lee (a book set in space). Okay, technically it takes place on Asgard and Earth, but those are planets, and planets are in space, so it counts! I’m still reading it, but I really like it so far. (Honestly I maybe just like the idea of Loki in knee high black boots marketed towards women and black nails. I never promised not to be gay.)

12. Norse Mythology, by Neil Gaiman (a book set in Scandinavia). I’m sorry! I read this book every year. Neil Gaiman is an amazing writer, and we all know I’m gay as shit for some good Loki tales.

13. Artemis Fowl, by Eoin Colfer (a book that takes place in a single day). Okay, I know people love this fantasy series, and since it’s Irish I fully expected to, too. But I didn’t like any of the characters enough to read the rest of the series, least of all Artemis himself. I struggle to enjoy stories if I don’t like the main character, and Artemis was kind of a shit. Sorry, I did not like this one.

14. Skulduggery Pleasant, by Derek Landy (a debut novel). I just started this one, too, but I really like it already. I think the audiobook is read by the same guy that read Artemis Fowl, but already this is way better than that one. The characters are likable, for one (god, the bar is so low for fantasy books for me right now). It’s a mystery and a fantasy, and the main-ish character is literally an anthropomorphic skeleton detective. It’s excellent. I’m going to read the whole series. (I have to; my mom accidentally got me the 12th installment for my birthday.)

15. Red, White, and Royal Blue, by Casey McQuiston (a book that’s published in 2019). I read this twice. It’s so beautiful. I really expected it to be a shitty YA novel, but it wasn’t! It was very romantic (once they stopped “hating” each other), and gay. The premise sounds far-fetched: First Son of the United States falls for the Crown Prince of England. But, guys, it’s soooo gooooood. Highly, highly, highly recommend.

16. The Wisconsin Road Guide to Mysterious Creatures, by Chad Lewis (a book featuring an extinct or imaginary creature). I mean, you can make your own decision whether these cryptids are real or imaginary. This is a travel guide to cryptids in Wisconsin, which I got on vacation earlier this year. I liked it, but reading a road guide for pleasure is admittedly kind of weird. Recommend if you’re planning a road trip through Wisconsin and want to stop at some cryptid, ghostly, or Nessie-like hotspots. Or if you just want to fuck Mothman, like me. (Dustybae’s not in this particular travel book though.)

17. Take Me With You, by Andrea Gibson (a book recommended by a celebrity you admire). Okay, so it was by a celeb I admire, not recommended by. This is a very quick read, of quotes from Gibson’s poetry. They are a queer spoken word poet with some really good pieces. They’re on spotify and apple music, probably among other sources. Recommend their work, but the book is very short, so maybe only purchase if you enjoy their work.

18. This is How it Always Is, by Laurie Frankel (a book about a family). This book was really, really good. It was passed around the aunts in my family until it got to my mom and I, which was really kind of a magical thing. It’s about a family navigating the challenges and gifts of raising a trans child. I cried a couple times, and it was so good. It’s written by a parent of a trans child, so it came from a place of understanding, and it was interesting to read this type of narrative from a parent’s perspective, when usually being genderfluid myself, I tend to consume media that is from the perspective of trans characters themselves. I had some very interesting conversations with my aunts and mom about it, and I really think this book changed my family a little bit, and I didn’t expect it to change me, too. Highly recommend.

19. Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell, by Suzanne Clark (a book that includes a wedding). So the wedding is at the very beginning, and sadly not between Strange and Norrell. But it’s really good. Lots of magic, lots of regency-era Britishness. The book is huge, but there is a miniseries on Netflix based on the novel and that’s really good too. Highly recommend, and still in love with my man John Childermass. Hnng.

20. Wayward Son, by Rainbow Rowell (a book by an author whose first and last names start with the same letter). Sequel to Carry On. Sheer madness. I loved it. Think of it as generic brand Harry Potter post-DH, if Harry sprouted dragon wings during the final battle, is gay as shit for Draco, and a year later Harry, Draco, and Hermione are set loose on America with .5 seconds of research, severe culture shock, one cell phone between them, and a half-assed plan to rescue Ginny who may or may not want to be rescued. Shit show, but well done and I’m fully invested and ready for the third installment.

21. Good Omens, by Neil Gaiman (a book with a two-word title). I’m sorry, I need to shift to caps for this. GUYS I FUCKING LOVE THIS STORY YOU HAVE NO IDEA IT IS THE GREATEST THING THAT HAS EVER COME INTO MY WORLD! I MAY OR MAY NOT HAVE WATCHED THE AMAZON SERIES THIRTEEN TIMES TO DATE AND IMMEDIATELY DEVOURED THE BOOK IN THREE DAYS. You don’t know what it’s about? Where have you BEEN?! An angel and a demon who are gay as shit for each other and love humanity way more than either of their respective sides. One downside is that as the miniseries came out like twenty years after the novel, my two favorite parts were only written for the series, and are not in the novel. But the book is still very, very good. 15/10.

22. Dumplin’, by Julie Murphy (a book revolving around a puzzle or game). I took game to mean competition, so this is about a beauty competition. I watched the Netflix movie first. I honesty thought I was not gonna like it, but holy shit it was amazing. Admittedly I think the movie was better (despite having Jennifer Aniston in it), but the book was really good, too. Recommend.

23. The Picture of Dorian Gray, by Oscar Wilde (your favorite prompt from a past Popsugar reading challenge; a book with a queer protagonist). God, please read this book. This has been up there in my list of favorite books since I was fourteen. Oscar Wilde is a master storyteller, and Dorian Gray is intriguing and despicable and beautiful. I’ve already read this, but I love it too much not to.

24. Terrible Queer Creatures, by Brian Lacey (a book set in an abbey, cloister, monastery, vicarage, or convent). Okay, so it’s not set there for the whole book, but gay monks and nuns are things. This was another birthday present, and an absolute hit. Combining two of my favorite things: Irish history and queer history. I had no idea a book like this existed. I’m still really excited about it. The only issue I have is that most of the one chapter dedicated to gay women involve biographies of people that were actually probably trans men, like Dr. Barry. They could have probably had a separate chapter and then a chapter of the clear lesbians and bisexual women (including trans women, of course). Lumping them in with the women in a chapter specifically dedicated to queer women did not seem particularly inclusive. But overall I really enjoyed the book.

Top Ten Books of 2019 post will be forthcoming.

#books #Book Recommendations #book recs

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Monday, first period is American History. This class is not too bad, the content is interesting enough to keep him engaged most of the time, and the majority of his classmates seem to have taken the hint that he prefers to be left alone and drifted on to other things. Some have even offered friendly smiles or comments. One had even let him borrow her notes when he had had to miss a class once. Kurt, Heather MacNamara and Heather Chandler are all in the class with him, but they lost interest in him a few weeks ago most likely due to his lack of a reaction. Deep breaths, like he’s been taught. In for eight, out for eight, pretend they’re not there. His hand still curled into a fist under the table whenever they came in his direction but no one ever saw it. Still, all in all, his first class of the week isn’t too bad.

Not too bad. It’s a phrase he’s found himself using more and more lately. He’s used it to describe a number of things so far; a good handful of his classes, the cafeteria food, a select few of his classmates, Claire, even the town itself. So many things have moved up to ‘not too bad’. And there are certain things he would go beyond ‘not too bad’ for. It’s a good feeling. Really good, in fact. The idea of having so many things to actually enjoy in one place. To not look at everything with low expectations or see them all as ‘could be worse’. It’s nice, actually enjoying things. Even if it does mean Claire has that annoyingly proud smile on her face and no doubt gushes over it all with his social worker. He guesses that’s a small price to pay.

“Hey.” A small voice next to him draws him out of his thoughts. It’s a little surprising; the only two people who would come up to him are probably Martha and Veronica and neither one of them are in this class. Still, he doesn’t dwell on it as he turns around slightly and lowers his book, expecting it to be someone who sits in the back row with him and needs to borrow notes or something. Instead, he finds little Heather MacNamara, who clutches her yellow binder close to her chest like she’s scared someone might snatch it right out of her hands. As if anyone would dare. She’s a Heather, which means she is untouchable.

“Hi,” he says, slight caution in his voice. He’s only spoken to this girl once, and even then she was more interested in talking to Veronica than him. Even if she had given him a grateful smile when he handed her those frozen peas. The shiner is gone entirely now, probably hidden under concealer and foundation, but there’s still a red cut on her chin that’s only nasty if you look at it up close.

“Is anyone sitting here?” She gestures to the empty seat beside him. He looks down at it and up at her, taking in her hunched shoulders and anxious looking brown eyes, the way her perfect teeth bite into her lip. He also realises that she isn’t wearing any lipstick.

“No,” he answers, waving his hand at it.

“Could I sit here?” she asks just as he is about to go back into his book. She pulls on her skirt and the sleeves of her jacket, seeming unable to be still. “It’s okay if you don’t-”

“It’s fine,” he says. He leans over and pulls the chair out for her. “Be my guest, no one sits here.”

“Thanks,” she sighs. She hurries into the chair and starts pulling out her stuff, arranging them in neat lines on her desk. He watches her out of the corner of her eye and looks up to where he’s used to seeing her; three rows from the front. The prime real estate. Close enough to see the board closely and appear engaged but far back enough to chat and pass notes and zone out without having to worry about getting called on. He can’t help but wonder what made her trade that for this cosy little spot near the back with him, but he does have his suspicions.

Said suspicions grow stronger when the door opens and Heather Chandler steps in, blonde curls tightly pulled back and pushed up slightly, held by, of course, that red scrunchie. Her eyes survey the room as she enters and they find MacNamara immediately, narrowing as they do so. JD finds himself sitting up, his hand moving automatically to slide his bookmark in. Chandler’s gaze makes something flicker inside him; it’s either annoyance, anxiousness or a combination of both. Whatever it is, it makes his chest tighten as Chandler stalks over to MacNamara’s desk.

“Heather?” she says bluntly, tapping a nail on her new desk. “Heather? I’ve been trying to call you all weekend. What’s your damage?” MacNamara rolls one hand into a fist and squeezes tightly with the other, small noises coming out of her mouth, much to Chandler’s impatience. “Is this about that shit from the Halloween party?” MacNamara nods quickly, still looking right ahead of her. Chandler rolls her eyes, letting out a long, deliberate sigh. “Look Heather, you fell. It happens. Now are you coming or what?”

MacNamara shrinks back into the chair. Chandler towers over her, her shadow half covering Mac’s timid face. MacNamara grips the chair tightly as her mouth opens and closes like a goldfish. A goldfish trying to stand up to a shark. Half-words and tiny grunts come out of her mouth, getting louder and faster and closer together, hopefully building up to something. JD finds himself on her side, anxiously waiting for her to send the red shark flying out of the ocean.

“I don’t want to sit with Kurt,” she manages to get out, her voice shaking. That simple sentence leaves her breathless. JD wants to look at Chandler to see her next move, but he finds he can’t leave MacNamara.

“What?” Chandler sighs. “Come on. That was three days ago. Get over it already.” MacNamara flinches like Chandler just slapped her, her little pink lips forming a pout and beginning to tremble. JD clenches his fist under the table, panic flaring up as well as anger. Deep breath time.

“No,” she answers. Even though she sounds one degree away from whining, she also sounds powerful. Maybe that’s just because she’s calling out the head bitch. “The way you acted sucked.”

“Oh so you’re going to sit here?” she asks, her perfectly plucked eyebrows raising. She nods her blonde head in JD’s direction. “Next to psycho trench coat kid?”

“Hey, Heather. Buzz off.” Her dark eyes jump from MacNamara and land sharply on JD. Of course he’s seen that type of look before; he may not have moved around as much as he used to, but he’s been around enough to see more queen bees than he would care to see in his lifetime, but something’s different about Chandler. Something about the winged eyeliner framing her burning eyes. Or maybe it’s because she made it personal. Either way, he shrugs casually, flicking over the page in his book like he doesn’t have a care in the world. “Don’t you have some puppies to torture somewhere?” The corner of his mouth quirks up into a shit eating grin Veronica would smack him for. But he reasons that he’s doing it for the greater good, so can she really judge? “Cruella.”

Chandler winds herself so tightly that JD wonders if she’ll physically snap. That her spine will break in half like a twig and she’ll just pop into a cloud made up of blonde hair, red blazer and black eyeliner. Her hands tighten on her hips, her manicured nails turning into claws. She could walk over there and rip his head from his shoulders and he wouldn’t be surprised; she exudes that superhuman strength she saves only for when someone dares to cross her. Maybe that’s exactly what she’d like to do. Instead she turns back to MacNamara, her shoulders dropping by a mere fraction, softness creeping into her marble face.

“Him or us, Heather,” she whispers. “Remember who your friends are.”

She turns on her heel and walks away, batting a smile at Ram, and sits up on her table, leaning backwards on her hands, throwing her head back and exposing her long, white neck, and the expensive necklace around it.

MacNamara seems like a deflated balloon once Chandler leaves, her slim shoulders hunched over and her blonde hair falling over them without the usual yellow bow holding it in some form of order. She turns towards JD; she doesn’t meet his eyes and her attempts at what he guesses is meant to be a grateful smile fall short. She pulls at her sleeve, trying to get it over her hand.

“Thanks,” she says in a low voice. “For standing up for me.”

“No problem,” he replies nonchalantly, going back to his book. Out of the corner of his eye, he can see her heart shaped mouth turning up and she manages to smile, really smile this time, dimples and white teeth and all. And somehow, he wants to smile back. Smile back at Heather MacNamara, the girl who slut shamed his girlfriend. Sherwood Ohio gets stranger every day.

“Hey,” she whispers, handing out a packet to him, attempting to cover it with her hand so as not to attract the vultures of their American history class. “Want a Starburst?” It doesn’t take much of an internal debate. He picks out a purple one, fondly remembering the conversation he had had with Veronica a week or so ago about her sugar habits and closed the book as class started.

*****

Sometimes Veronica really does miss the privacy of her and JD’s garden. She’s aware that she needs to stop calling it that, but she’s also aware that she can’t lie to herself and that eating lunch outside in a semi-abandoned courtyard speaks to the old hopeless romantic in her. Even when it’s cold and raining like today and the stone table she’s sitting on it poking and prickling at her legs and ass. It gave her an excuse to wear her boyfriend’s coat and cuddle until she was more than warmed up enough. And most importantly, she didn’t feel like she was wading into oncoming traffic when she was out in that garden. Sometimes crossing the cafeteria feels like having to run from one end of the highway to the other with as little collisions as possible.

“So you’ll never guess what happened in US history today,” JD says as he slides into the seat next to her. She had been sitting alone at her table for the past five minutes with Martha up in the lunch line and JD having to run down three flights of stairs just to get here. He’s still panting a little as he takes his lunch out of his bag. Some tomato pasta concoction in a plastic box.

“You were taught European history?” she asks dryly, twirling a carrot stick between her fingers.

“That would have been interesting, but no,” he chuckles before turning towards her, joined hands resting between them on the table and one leg crossed over the other. Veronica abandons her carrot stick, his posture, his serious face and the fire in her eyes drawing her into whatever story he’s about to drop on her. “Little Miss MacNamara ditched her usual seat to sit at the back.”

“She did what?” Veronica asks.

“There’s more,” he adds before she can even comment on how unusual that is; Heather hasn’t sat at the back since middle school where assigned seating placed her there. She leans on the table, almost bouncing with anticipation and intrigue. JD looks around for a minute and leans closer, as though anyone would care to listen to what they’re saying. “Chandler came over to her and started… well… being Chandler. And MacNamara said she didn’t want to sit with Ram.”

“Can you blame her?” she asks shuddering at the memory of Heather alone and crying on the street, a dark bruise standing out against her pale skin and scarlet blood on her chin.

“She’s hidden the bruise pretty well,” he says, seeming to read her mind. “Yeah, no one can blame her. So now she slums it at the back of US history with me.” He shrugs casually, twirling his pasta around his fork. “As study buddies go she isn’t bad.” Veronica nods and looks over at the Heathers’ table, noticing a distinct lack of yellow amongst the green and red. It’s odd, seeing them without MacNamara. Just Heather and Heather, as opposed to Heather, Heather and Heather. Much as she sees Chandler as the Almighty, there is something missing without the third one there. MacNamara was the diamond that sat in their crown, the shiny stone in the middle that drew people to them. Without her, all that’s left is Chandler power and Duke’s cunning and they’re a little more dull now. Or maybe that’s just her.

“You think she’ll ever go back to them?” she asks.

“You’d know better than me,” he replies. “But you didn’t.”

Apparently she didn’t need to ask, because as when Martha approaches their table, Heather Mac is behind her, both them smiling nervously.

“Hey guys,” Martha greets. “It’s okay if Heather sits with us, right?”

“Um, yeah of course,” Veronica says. Martha gives her a grateful smile before her anxious eyes move to JD, who gestures to the two seats opposite them.

“It’s a free cafeteria. Be our guests.”

“Thanks,” Heather says. They both sit down quickly, their hands moving quickly to start their lunches. Veronica is kind of amazed; these girls are like chalk and cheese, they exist in different worlds, different rungs of the social ladder, both in and out of school, one bright blonde where the other is a dark brunette, one a breakable china doll the other a teddy bear, one tight blazers and short skirts, one oversized sweaters and unmatching pants. But just now, they somehow managed to look identical; eyes looking down, fingers tapping the lunch tray, shoulders hunched over.

“So how was your movie night?” Martha asks them.

“It was, it was good,” Veronica says, hoping her voice isn’t as high as it sounds in her head. She tries to keep her eyes off Heather but looks at her just long enough to see her visibly tense, her fist curling tightly on her try. Even when JD’s fingers brush against hers under the table, she can’t relax. “I mean, we just watched a bunch of horror movies.”

“Oh, cool.” Martha glances around, picking up on the unpleasantness that had settled around the table. Veronica’s heart aches for her and the guilt she sees on her best friend’s face (Martha has always worn her heart on her sleeve, but even if she didn’t; Veronica can read her better than any book). Even when she tries to hide with her a smile, she can still see it. “I’d never be able to handle those types of movies. They’re way too gross.”

“If it makes you feel better; neither could JD.” It’s a mean way to try to diffuse the tension and she knows it; that’s why she slips her fingers in through his in an attempt to apologise. When he squeezes gently, she realises she didn’t need to. Also she wasn’t wrong.

“I could!” he squeaks indignantly.

“Was that before or after Nightmare On Elm Street scared you so bad you nearly knocked over the candy bowl?”

“Well Nightmare On Elm Street is scary!” Heather points out. “I watched it last year and had to sleep in the guest bedroom so Freddie wouldn’t find me! With the light on!” Laughter erupts from the table; even as Heather tries to pout she breaks into a grin and a fit of giggles. With the dimples in her cheeks and wide grin, Veronica struggles to see the broken, scared girl she saw on Friday night.

“We did carve a mean pumpkin though,” JD says.

“You carved it,” she reminds him. “Though my parents did make me throw him out when he started to stink.”

“Our child?” he says, putting a hand over his heart in mock agony. It’s a pity that he doesn’t take drama, she thinks. He was born for the stage. “They made you throw out our own child?”

“I’m devastated,” she deadpans. Martha is giggling along with them but Heather has her nose scrunched up in silent confusion, even though she still tries to laugh too. “He lived a short but beautiful life in my living room. He spent it watching movies.”

“Though we sadly never got around to watching The Princess Bride,” JD adds with a look at Martha. “Sorry Dunnstock.” Martha tries to act casual, to shrug it off with an ‘it’s all right’ but Veronica can see the tiny smidge of disappointment in her eyes. The Princess Bride is her religion after all.

“Oh, is that movie any good?” Heather asks. “I always thought it looked good, but I never got around to watching it.”

Martha’s mouth hangs open in shock, her eyebrows shooting up her pale forehead. Heather crunches on a celery stick innocently, unaware that she may as well have asked Martha is the sky blue or is the Earth round.

“It’s amazing,” she tells her, excitement creeping into and lifting up her voice. “It’s the best movie ever.”

“Yeah, I saw the commercial for it on TV, it looked really cool.” Her smile dips and for a moment, she looks wistfully over in the direction of her old table. “I wanted to go see it, but… Stuff just didn’t work out, you know?” Veronica bites her lip as Heather shakes her head, her perfect curls bouncing.

“The video store has loads of copies,” Martha adds, sensing Heather’s sadness. Veronica fights a smile. Martha’s always been the empathic one. It must come with the big heart. “Me and Veronica are on a first name basis with them.”

“How did that happen?” Heather asks, an impressed smile on her face and her eyes wide.

“At least a thousand movie nights between the ages of six and sixteen,” Veronica answers. She reaches out to Martha for a high five, which she reciprocates with a broad grin.

“Wow,” Heather says, rubbing the back of her neck. “I don’t know if I could watch it though. I mean just-my dad took my TV out of my room until I get my grades back up.”

“Wait-does that kind of bribe work?” JD asks. “Because I’ve been begging Claire-my foster mom-to let me have a TV for my room and she said only if I get straight As.” He shrugs, twirling his pasta around his fork. “I think she knows I won’t get them. And she thinks that if I have a TV in my room I’ll never come downstairs.”

“That’s what my dad said,” Heathers sighs. Veronica almost sees the tension flowing out of her in a steady stream and wonders how much she’s kept all this inside herself. “But I never turn it on when I’m studying!”

“Well now that we’re back buddies, your history grades are sure to improve,” he tells her with a sly wink. “If nothing else, they can’t see you cheating back there.” Veronica turns and glares at him, smacking his shoulder lightly, but with just enough force to let him know she doesn’t approve. He holds his hands up. “I don’t cheat. Cross my heart.” She narrows her eyes. “And I would never encourage it. Of course. But it is quieter back there. Trust me, it’s a whole lot easier to focus.”

“History is okay,” she says. “But he said if I don’t get at least a B in math I won’t get my TV back.”

The phrase ‘poor little rich girl’ does cross Veronica’s mind, but she holds it back.

“And I hate math. I’ll never get any of it,” she finishes, throwing her head back in exasperation. Veronica sympathises, of course. Math is mostly a foreign language to her. Actually no, she’s good at foreign languages; her A in French is a testament to that.

“Hey, if you’re having trouble with math, maybe I could help you?” Martha offers. Heather blinks at her in surprise, a beat of silence between them. “I mean, it’s okay if you don’t want to-”

“No!” Heather says quickly. “I mean yes. I mean, that would be great. Thank you so much!”

“It’s nothing,” Martha says. Her cheeks turn a very faint pink, probably only visible to someone as in tune with her as Veronica herself is.

The blissful, laughter filled reprieve of lunch starts coming to an end, which means it soon becomes a matter of getting to their respective classes before the ringing of the bell. JD and Veronica thankfully have study hall together, so they deposit their bags in a quiet little nook before going to see their friends off. Martha hurries off to chemistry with a resigned sigh and a “see you guys later” while Heather runs off to gym, her yellow back swinging from her shoulder and her little heels clicking off the linoleum floor. As she watches her go, Veronica hopes she’s imagining the way her shoulders fall the further the gets away from them.

JD tugs on her hand and tickles the inside of her palm with his thumb. She smirks and pulls his arm around her waist, leaning into his chest for just a second before twirling around and leading him to the study hall.

“She’ll be okay,” he tells her, bumping his shoulder against hers. It gets a smile and a little chuckle out of her, mainly because he actually has to bend down a little to reach her. “I can look out for her in history class.”

“You’re sweet,” she replies.

“You know, it’s not your job to help everyone.” She turns and frowns at him. He simply shrugs, as though he had just handed her a ten dollar bill and not seemingly tapped into her subconscious thoughts.

“I don’t…” she begins, the words feeling uncomfortable in her mouth as her brain looks for some half-hearted rebuttal.

“Hey.” They stop walking so he can pull her into a small corner, him settled against the wall and pushing her hair away from her face, tracing her chin with his thumb. He smiles softly, taking his time and choosing everything he’s about to say carefully. “Look, you care so much about people. And it’s beautiful, Ronnie. But it’s also not your job to make the world better.” He rubs under her eye with his thumb, his tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth. “Don’t push yourself too hard.” There’s something unsaid there, something lingering behind his lips he won’t say.

Still, she breaks into a smile and nuzzles into him, wrapping her arms around his waist. There’s a warm, light feeling in her chest that Heather Chandler would probably call stupid and she’s just going to call lovely.

“You’re sweet,” she says and means it. “Really sweet.” Still with her arms wrapped around him, they turn and start making their way to study hall. Their bags may have saved their seats but people can move them to different seats-and people have, and they will almost definitely do it again.

But despite her anxiousness to get to study hall before their prime seats are stolen, something in the corner of her eye makes her slow down; a bright pink flyer on the wall, of all things. Her patent shoes dragging against the floor as it grabs her attention. The words ‘bake sale’ are written in white bubble letters across it, with a little cartoon muffin apparently dancing beside it.

“What’s up?” JD asks. She takes a moment to internally kick herself; for a second she’d forgotten JD was even there.

“Nothing,” she lies. “Just got distracted.”

“What, by this?” This time she lets the groan escape her lips as he steps over to look at it himself, their joined hands meaning he takes her with him. Up close, she sees that the poster is asking for donations for some bake sale to raise money for a preschool. She knows the preschool; in fact it’s the one she and almost everyone in the entirety of Westerberg High went to. Maybe it’s a subconscious longing for her better, more innocent years. Maybe she just likes the idea of baked goods. “It’s a good cause.”

“It’s my preschool,” she tells him, waving a hand at it. “That’s what got me.”

“Are you going to bake something?”

“I don’t know,” she says, which is a half-lie. Half lie, because she doesn’t know if she will, but maybe she’d like to. More than maybe.

“I think you should,” he says as they resume their walk to study hall, their pace picking up when they pass an old teacher with a disapproving glare.

“Really?” she asks.

“Yeah. Like I said it’s a good cause. Plus I assume it means I would get some too.”

“You only get some if you help make some,” she jokes.

“Well…”

“You want to?” she asks, looking at him sideways. There’s a secret smile he’s trying and failing to fight. “Maybe this Saturday? My parents are going out that day, so we’ll have the place to ourselves. And maybe we can make a few extra for ourselves…”

“Baking for a good cause,” he says as they slip into study hall just as the bell rings. “What better way to spend a Saturday?”

They scurry to their claimed seats, which thankfully haven’t been moved, though Ram Sweeney does seem to be eyeing them up with intensity. In her mind, Veronica gives him the finger as she sits down. She opens her French textbook and prepares to start attacking the past perfect tense, spending the next ten minutes going through it, quickly at first and then faltering a little, then a little more, and then a little less. As she works, a little note lands on her desk, handwriting completely familiar written on the back of it. When she looks up, JD is nonchalantly highlighting some page about the Civil War, only just barely looking at the note.

One question; brownies, cupcakes or cookies? Beside each option is a little tick box and a drawing of said option. Coloured in with glitter pen of all the things. JD still doesn’t look at her, but there’s a proud glint in his dark eyes.

She checks brownies and hands it back to him, this time slipping it under the table and depositing it on his lap with a large amount of grace and an unbelievable amount of luck, her own addition written along the bottom in a mirror image of his own writing.

If you’re going to pass notes in class, be subtle about it.

It’s only next period when she goes off to French that she finds his response, tucked into the pocket of her blazer.

Like this?

And she’s just glad he’s not around to see the mile-wide grin on her red face.

*****

Not for the first time, Martha wishes she had offered to tutor Heather at her own house. Or the library. That was probably the best option. That way, she wouldn’t have to try to cope with the girl who is rich enough to buy and sell her dad’s job walking around her subpar house, and Martha wouldn’t have to be standing on Heather’s startlingly white porch and feel dwarfed by her own house stretching and towering over her.

The red brick house seems to extend on forever, reaching up to the sky and wide enough to fit three of Martha’s house in it. When she presses the doorbell, it’s a sharp shrill that lasts for longer than any other one she’s encountered. She wipes her shoes on the black welcome mat at the door, hoping to rub away any unseen dirt before-

“Hi!” Too late. The door opens up, revealing Heather in, as usual, a short yellow skirt and although she seems to have ditched the blazer in favour of a white and yellow sweater that hangs a little past her fingertips, and her hair tied in a messy braid. Heather herself look impossibly small inside her house. Even with the grace and strength with which she carries herself almost all the time, the house dominates over her, making her look slightly out of place. Or maybe Martha was just projecting herself onto her. “Come on in.”

The hall inside is black and white marble, making it look like a chessboard and pale blue walls with a spiralling staircase leading upstairs. But rather than going up there, Heather leads her the other way, into the kitchen. She moves differently than she does at school, Martha notices. There’s far less bravado in her own house, maybe because she knows she doesn’t need to scare anyone here. It’s only Martha here and she’s already plenty scared of her. She’s faster too, her steps quick compared to the leisurely stroll through the halls she and her friends (former friends, she corrects herself) practically own.

“You want anything?” she asks, opening up the fridge.

“Oh, I’m okay, thanks,” Martha says.

“You sure?” she asks. She turns around and holds up a can of Diet Coke. “No alcohol, I promise.”

“Okay. Thank you.” Heather hands her the can and holds onto one for herself, kicking the door shut. “Is it okay if we study down here? My dad thinks it’s easier for me to focus when I’m not in my room.”

“Yeah that’s fine.” Heather smile and Martha follows her over to the kitchen table-round with polished dark wood. Heather’s math notes are already covering half of it.

“I tried to get started a little before you got here,” she confesses, pushing them all into one haphazard pile.

“Okay.” She sits down, pulling her own textbook and notes, significantly more organised than Heather’s, out of her back. She feels too big for the dainty chair, especially as Heather folds one leg underneath herself beside her. Maybe the library was the better option. “So… Where do you want to start?”

“Oh, I wrote it down,” she says, searching through her notes. It takes a while, but she pulls a page out triumphantly. “Uh… limits. That’s what I need the most help with. I just don’t get any of it.”

“Okay.” Martha opens up her textbook to that chapter and Heather copies. Martha hopes the doodles in the margins were done by the book’s previous owner, otherwise Heather might find herself in hot water with the Math department. “Okay, so see for this first question? What did you get for that?”

“Um… I got that the limit is six.” Martha tries her hardest not to cringe, especially when she sees Heather’s crestfallen expression. But she’s off. She’s way off. “That wasn’t right, was it?”

“No, it wasn’t,” she says gently. “But that’s okay, we can work on it. How did you start it?”

They start working through the problems together, Heather’s face getting more scrunched up in confusion by the minute despite her nodding and insisting that she gets it. Martha delicately goes back to the beginning, searching in her brain for another way to explain it. She retrospectively wonders why on Earth she offered to tutor her. She might be good at math, but she’s clueless when it comes to this kind of stuff. Actually talking to people. If socialising was a class, she’d get an F. Lower than an F, probably.

She tries one last approach. The pained look on Heather’s face hurts her more than her own feelings of insecurity. The wide eyes and wringing hands and lack of breath are far too familiar to her, even if they look alien on Heather. She hesitates for a moment, remembering who she’s with and how far beneath her she is (and frankly, what this girl has done to her), but it all disappears in an instant as she looks at Heather, how she starts to pick at her perfect nails and pulls on her blonde curls. Instinct takes over and she reaches out, at first to take her hand, but settles for her shoulder instead, thinking better of it.

“Hey,” she says softly. Heather looks away from the book and up to her, chewing her lip. “It’s okay. I know this stuff’s hard. Not everyone gets it the first time around.”

“You did.”

“Yeah,” she admits. “But we all have things we’re good at. I’m good at math, but I suck at so much other stuff. JD’s good at English. Veronica’s good at French. And you’re an amazing cheerleader. So it’s okay if you don’t get math after the first go.” Heather is, probably for the first time since kindergarten, speechless. “So… one more try?”

“Yeah. One more try.”

Martha ignores the flutter in her chest and gets back to work. She explains the logic behind it again, remembering to break down the more complex parts, demonstrating one of the questions for her. Heather tries to tackle the second question on her own, her knuckles almost white as she grips her pen. Martha wants to look away, but she keeps her eyes on Heather and her furrowed brow, her mouth rolled into the thin line. The other girl’s shoulders are so tense she half-worries she might shatter like a porcelain doll.

Martha’s never seen her like this. She’s only ever seen her with her head up and her shoulders back, sparkling from head to toe with the accessories she picks out every morning and those little heels of hers that are so bright they’re close to golden. She’s seen her lounging in the lunch hall and laughing, seen her on the top of the cheerleading pyramid, her chest out, her smile. The epitome of happiness and confidence; everything Martha wishes she could be but isn’t. She had just started assuming that Heather was an endless stream of sunlight. Albeit a rather mean, judgemental and aloof sunlight-one that could burn and blind a person just as much as it could shine on them. But now she’s beside her, almost all the light stripped away, hidden behind a dark cloud of her father’s making.

Maybe there’s more to this girl than she thought.

“Okay. I did it.” She’s panting as though she’s just ran a marathon and she slides the notebook over to Martha. Unlike her, Heather turns her head away, her hand clenching and unclenching. Although she can’t see her, Martha can imagine her closing her eyes tightly. Her anxiety is infectious and creeps into Martha as she looks over the work, as though there’s a live wire connecting the two of them. But that feeling starts to fade when Martha compares Heather’s answer with the one at the back of the book.

“Heather?”

“Yeah.” Her voice is already laced with disappointment.

“You got it right.”

“I did what?” Heather whips around, her mouth open in awe.

“You got the answer right.” She pushes the book over to her so she can see for herself. “And all the working out too.” Heather’s mouth hangs open, she splutters out some kind of laugh and looks up at Martha, her brown eyes shining. Just like her anxiety, her happiness is also infectious. “Why don’t we try the rest of the questions?”

She gets most of them right. Some minor mistakes, some big ones, but she gets enough of them right for it to be considered a pass. Her eyes glitter when Martha tells her and she bounces up and down on the seat. Heather asks if she’s sure, that there’s no mistakes or she didn’t get mixed up. When Martha assures her she didn’t, it’s like she won the lottery.

“I can do math!” she exclaims. “I can do math. Thank you so much, Martha!”

Heather throws her arms around her, burying her in a tight embrace. Martha is nearly knocked off the chair, but she steadies them just in time. Heather pulls away from her, her cheeks pink, her eyes uncharacteristically shy.

“Sorry,” she whispers, her mouth half-hidden by her hands. “I got too excited.”

“It’s okay.” The hug left her breathless and she’s not entirely sure that it’s all down to the suddenness of it. “We’ve still got some time left. Why don’t we try the next chapter? Area under curves?”

“Sure… that’d be great.” Martha turns to the right chapter and Heather flips her notebook over, pages flapping and turning until she finds her own notes. Heather is like a little puppy when she listens to her explaining it; her eyes wide, bouncing up and down on the chair. She’s tempted to say she’s adorable, which is a word she never pictured herself using for the Heather MacNamara that she’d grown up with. But this isn’t the Heather MacNamara that she’s grown up with.

*****

“Do you think one bag of plain flour is enough?” Veronica asks, turning to JD. He’s leaning on the handle of their shopping cart, the aisles busy enough to early Saturday morning. “What did the recipe say?”

“85 grams.” His voice is strained; he’s leaning so hard on the trolley that his breath is cut off and his feet are just about off the ground.

“Okay, the one is more than enough.” She drops one bag into the cart next to the tin of cocoa powder and a carton of eggs since Veronica isn’t sure how many she a) has at home and b) is allowed to use. “What else do we need?”

“The golden caster sugar,” JD answers, pushing the cart with a little too much enthusiasm. They probably would have been better off getting a basket given how little they actually have to get, but JD is having more fun than he should zooming around on the cart and honestly, so is she. They scour the aisles looking for everything else; butter, cocoa powder and three different varieties of chocolate. Just before they head to the cashier, JD takes a little packet off the shelf and tosses it in. A packet of white chocolate stars.

“What?” he asks when she smirks at him. “We could eat them ourselves if you don’t want to decorate. Just thought they’d be pretty.” She stretches up on her tiptoes and lightly kisses his cheek.

“Nerd,” she whispers, laughing.

They run into the kitchen almost as soon as Veronica opens her front door, JD unpacking their paper bags from the store while Veronica rummages around her kitchen, pulling out long forgotten bowls and wooden spoons and scales, not see since her Girl Scout days.

“Okay, what does the first instruction say?” she asks, tying back her hair and rolling up her sleeves. JD hums while drumming the sides of his hands into her back. She wonders if it’s a sneaky attempt at giving her a massage because if it is, it’s working.

“Cut butter into cubes. Put butter and chocolate into bowl and melt over simmering water.” She takes charge of that while JD sets about greasing baking trays, weighing out ingredients and preheating Veronica’s oven. After the chocolate’s cooled, she starts sifting together flour and cocoa powder while JD cracks the eggs and weighs out sugar, his movements the most precise and careful she’s ever seen with him.

“What?” he says when he notices her looking at him.

“Nothing,” she says. “Just… you’re looking very focussed on those eggs.”

“Well there’s a trick to getting them right.”

“Is there?” she laughs, raising an eyebrow. “And where exactly did you learn that trick?”

“Hey, I can cook!” he reminds her. She nods, her smile dipping against her will as she remembers a scene in another kitchen, years ago, when she was wearing a green dress and jean jacket and he stood on top of a stool at his stove to make her pasta. Something heavy settles in her stomach at the memory and her skin prickles. That was one of the last days she saw him when they were kids, and it was the day she learned about his dad. She hadn’t learned much in the grand scheme of things, but it was enough to make her twelve year old self worried. Even now, with the seemingly content home life he was with Claire, she wonders if all that’s gone and forgotten now. She heavily doubts it. “Hey, Ronnie, still with me?”

“Yeah,” she says, shaking her head and putting on a smile. “Sorry. Miles away.”

“One of my old foster placements…. The last one I had before I came here, actually,” he goes on. “They started sending me to this cooking class on the weekends. I don’t know, something about working through my issues in the medium of baking.” He chuckles, cracking the last egg and letting it flow into the bowl.

“Did it work?” she asks tentatively. She always feels like she’s walking blindfolded where his past is concerned, unable to see where the line is.

“I don’t know,” he admits, shrugging. “I think it did. I know I liked it. I know I was good at it. I even made one of the littler kids a birthday cake at one point.” He pauses for a minute, an all too innocent smile creeping across his face. “Unrelated, but your birthday’s in January, right?” She laughs, caressing the back of his head gently.

“Yes. And I while I like all cakes, I am partial to red velvet.”

She kisses his cheek while he laughs and goes to get the electric hand mixer out of the cupboard. The blades are still shining under the kitchen lights, the paintwork so perfect it looks like it just came out of the store.

“Hey,” she says. “Want to guess how long we’ve had this for?”

“Uh… two years? Three?” He raises an eyebrow, his face scrunched in confusion. She can’t blame him; it was a kind of ridiculous question.

“Ten,” she replies, setting it on the counter.

“Damn,” he says. “Your parents really take care of their stuff.”

“Not really,” she admits. “We used it once because I wanted to make cupcakes once when I was seven. And then another time when my grandma came over and mom insisted on making a meringue. And then she was put away in the cupboard and never used again until now.” She plugs it into the wall, the still spotless white chord piling up in a corner on the table. She sticks it into the combination of eggs, flour and sugar and turns it on-

Only for the mixture to explode on them; white puffs of flour jumping up from the bowl and attacking them. Her shaking fingers flick the switch off, her mouth hanging open in shock as she tries to catch her breath. Beside her, JD’s black top now has what she can only describe as a small white explosion across it, and he’s biting his lip to try (and fail) to stop himself from giggling.

“Maybe turn the power down a little?” he suggests in between laughs.

“Yeah.” Her voice is much higher than she would have expected. She looks at the power dial, and when she sees it turned up to “max”, she bursts into laughter herself. “Maybe just a little.” She takes a look down at herself and sees a light dusting of flour across her shirt.

“You look like you were mugged by a snow fairy,” JD comments, leaning on the table.

“Oh you want to go there?” she jokes. “You look like a snowman punched you in the stomach.”

“Oh, Ronnie,” he says, putting his hand to his chest. “Don’t be cold about it.”

Veronica has to lean on the table. She rolls her lips into a thin line, her sides shaking with laughter, her hands clenching into fists. She feels physical pain in her chest and it’s not just from her trying her hardest not to laugh.

“That was funny.”

“That was painful,” she corrects him with a grin. “Come on, these brownies aren’t going to mix themselves.”

“Should I run for cover?”

With the power far down, she puts the mixer into the bowl and flicks it on; it turns quickly but gently, folding the mixture together and turning it from dark to light brown as the eggs combine with the sugar. She gives JD a smug grin.

When everything’s mixed the right way, they pour it into the baking tin. Veronica holds the tin out while JD expertly (and by that she means comically awkwardly) holds the bowl with one hand while using the rubber spatula to push it all in.

“What if I dropped this?” she asks.

“Please don’t.”

“What if you dropped that?”

“Pretty please don’t.” His dark head is bent over the baking tray as the final little trails of uncooked brownie mixture land in the tray. He grins excitedly at her as the tin fills and hands her the spatula. “Want to do the honours?” She smiles and carries it back to the table before smoothing it out with the side of the spatula. She takes a step back to admire her (their) handiwork. Even as uncooked batter, they do look gorgeous, three different types of chocolate swirling around in their little edible paradise.

“Get the oven?” she asks as she lifts it up. Heat rushes up to her face and blows her hair back as she puts it on the middle shelf before straightening up and closing the door and glancing at the clock above her oven. “Okay, we have half an hour before these have to come out of the oven.” She turns to the table, groaning at the dirty bowls and spoons and mixer blades that now beg to be washed. Funny how the recipe books don’t mention how long it’ll take to clear up everything. “We need to wash all that.”

“We can get it done fast,” he tells her, going over to the table and inspecting the big bowl. “Like, this one, come here.” She steps up to him but keeps her guard up. There’s a tremble in his voice like a ten year old planning a prank. “There’s not a lot in here. Just enough to do this-” She feels his finger swipe down her nose, and then she feels the sickly, cool texture of leftover brownie mixture. He stumbles back and laughs, the tip of his finger dark brown as proof of his little crime. Red handed, brown fingered, it’s all the same. “Sorry, but I felt I had to.”

“Very cute,” she admits, stepping closer until there’s hardly a distance between them at all. Her hand slips into the bowl and she makes sure to cover the side of her finger. He could learn a lot from her. “Almost as cute as this.” She jabs her own finger against his cheek, which soon bares a dark brown, clumpy mark. With the chocolate on his cheek and his face scrunched up, one eye open, he looks cuter than she’s seen before. When he grins, the chocolate sticks to his dimple.

“Okay, let’s be adults about this-”

“Boring.”

“Oh?” His hand moves behind her and her stomach tingles. “Your call.” Another smear of chocolate across her cheekbone, just underneath her eye.

“Adorable.” She retaliates with a line along his jaw.

Some attacks and more lines of brownie later, they run out and have to face the actual responsibility of cleaning up after themselves. The kitchen fills with the warm, mouth watering smell of brownies baking as she washes and JD dries, dancing along to some song he’s singing, momentarily using the spoon as an improv microphone.

When the half an hour is up, Veronica squats before the oven, nerves building up in her chest as she slips oven mitts on and JD opens the door. A rush of hit hair meets her again, making her stray hair blow back, and she pulls the tray out and puts it on top of the oven.

They look… not awful. Good. She’d probably go as far as to say great. Not perfect, a little uneven at the side and rising up and cracked in the centre, but they’re inviting; soft looking, springing back when she touches the top and warm, promising a soft centre.

“Not a bad job,” he says, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her head. “Told you we could do it.” She hums in agreement, running her hand along his arm and grabbing his hand.

A part of her in the deepest corner of her mind wonders if this is what her future might look like, standing with his arms wrapped around her in a different kitchen-one that they could call theirs-but she doesn’t let herself dwell on it. Not when there’s brownies in front of her and his arms around her.

“Come on,” she says, spinning out of his grasp and tugging on his hand to lead him to the counter.

Once they’re cooled, Veronica opens up the packet of chocolate stars he bought. She tastes one, letting it melt on her tongue, before taking a significant handful and handing the rest to JD. She tries to sprinkle them over fairly, although one corner does get quite a big cluster compared to the rest of her half. JD puts them on in semi-neat lines instead. It doesn’t quite look like a perfect reflection of the night sky, but they get the idea across.

“Moment of truth,” she sighs as she takes the knife out of the drawer. She cuts into it easily, revealing the soft sponge beneath, the dark brown laced with streaks of white from the melted with chocolate. She cuts it into sixteen, more or less equal, squares, setting fourteen side and saving two, warmth melting into her palms before JD lifts his.

“Cheers?” he offers, toasting her with his brownie. She taps hers against his.

“To our creation,” she says. “It’s either a masterpiece or a monstrosity.”

When she bites into it, she decides it’s the former. Well, maybe not quite, but it’s a delicate sponge, two different types of chocolate; a rich dark and creamy white (plus the stars) and a slightly crunchy top. It’s sweet and it’s chocolatey and it tastes good. That’s a masterpiece for her.

And for JD, if the exaggerated noises of appreciation are anything to go by.

“Oh come on,” she says after this third “mmm”. “They aren’t that great.”

“I think they are,” he says. “We should do this thing more often. I forgot how much fun it is.”

“I’ll take those to the bake sale tomorrow,” she tells him, nodding at the box on the counter. He grabs her by the waist and pulls her close, and she wraps her arms around him. “We did good.”

“We did,” he replies and they share a short and sweet kiss, still with chocolate streaks on their faces and flour on their chests.

#jdronica #jdronica ff #dunnmara #heathers ff #heathers the musical #fic: not beyond repair #is squealing while writing my own fic a bad sign?#anyways: they finally baked their brownies!

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