#there’s 2 other clothing continuities with the whole were boyfriends hand holding to the roof to the car

[jemmo]

so I was doing some preview and credits digging and found… things

so we can see through pran’s clothing continuity that all of this stuff happens on the same day, them being cute on the stage and their conversation across the balconies.

and we know that pat has pran’s shirt but it always bugged me that i didn’t know what pran had of pats. bc he’s here, holding it, waving it, showing pat he has it. but what is it?? i did this whole deep dive bc i was rewatching ep 1 and in the box that pran takes the watch out of, there’s also a cassette player, so I thought it might be that, something of pat’s that pran has, especially bc he’s then listening to music. but upon closer inspection he’s using pat’s headphones, and there’s something else on the bed.

in the credits it’s on his bed then in the preview it’s around his neck. it’s the gift pat gave to him, most likely earlier that day after they were flirting over the thai xylophone. but what is it???? i have no clue. but we see pran still wearing it in later scenes from the trailer

and especially in that second one we can see it’s something rather big, this isn’t just a necklace or something, it’s a thing, and pran is carrying it with him always. and that makes me think it’s something that won’t rouse suspicion from others, it’s not something that anyone links to pat, but they both know it’s something pat gave to pran. i had to say this bc it’s been bugging me since I first saw these scenes what pran’s thing of pat’s is, so any ideas, pls feel free to sound off.

but another thing, this time pat’s clothing continuity links these scenes together

see, in both, he’s wearing this sleeveless orange shirt. that not only connects these scenes, but all the scenes above bc of pran’s shirt, even tho pat has changed into a white shirt for the balcony scene. and that to me is v v interesting, that all of this is gonna happen on the same day in some kind of order (don’t know if we’ll get pat and his dad before or after the balcony scene) and it makes me wonder how exactly they’re gonna be connected. maybe it’s hinting that pats dad will find out about the play and that’s why he’ll be mad, idk. but the tl;dr is that I’m very intrigued as to how these events will play out

#bad buddy #i have done my sleuthing and this is what I found #there’s 2 other clothing continuities with the whole were boyfriends hand holding to the roof to the car #and then pats stripey shirt with the asking for a kiss on the cheek and those looks from the credits #it has me v v v intrigued and v nervous and v excited #and you guys have no idea I literally cannot wait to find out what this thing is that pat has given pran #bc unlike the tshirt that pat just has now I feel like this is gonna be an actual gift that pat gives #and pran’s gonna treasure it and wear it all the time and that’s gonna break pat #bc finally even if he can’t say it there’s this physical evidence around pats neck that he is his #finally he’s able to say it to the world stake his claim make his mark tahts what he wants #also have to have to know what pran’s listening to #god this ep better reward me bc I have been thinking about these things nonstop #made by jemmo

[gojoscloset]

Stand Still.

Geto Suguru x F!Reader Angst!

Synopsis: Geto allows his insecurities to take over his mind resulting in him hurting your feelings when you show a little too much interest in Gojo.

Please read the notes at the bottom uwu ❣️

Warnings: ANGST! Swearing???? DIDNT PROOF READ LOL

PT. 2

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You stood in the living room you shared with your boyfriend, the usual loving and welcoming atmosphere was no longer there. The reds and oranges you felt when you spent time with him was now replaced with emotions that felt like muggy shades of blues and grays. *

Everything felt like it was slowed down, like you had just witnessed everything in slow motion.

You looked into Geto’s eyes filled to the brim with bewilderment. Chest heaving as the remainder of adrenaline rushed through him. You couldn’t tear your gaze away from him, You've never seen him this worked up. You have never seen him this...mean.

Every last word he spat out was Accusatory. Harsh. Unfiltered. All the words came from a place of insecurity, an insecurity even he didn’t know he had.

It took you a minute to process everything that was said, well rather spat, to you. It was like your mind couldn’t fathom the fact that your sweet boyfriend stood before you in the aftermath of an emotional bomb he just dropped.

You knew this would happen at some point. You knew that relationships came with obstacles that you would have to face together. You knew that, but you were so hopeful that you would be able to talk things through like adults.

You two were always so adamant about communicating, and speaking up when something is bothering you, promising each other to put pride to the side and speak up and compromise on whatever the issue may be.

All it takes is one to fuck it up.

You finally processed what he said to you, the weight of his words crushed you into a million pieces. The heat reached your face and the stinging in your eyes was what made you finally look away.

You plopped down on the couch giving yourself a moment before you looked back up at him.

“I...” You approached with caution as you spoke, afraid he would cut you off as he has been since the argument started. Spewing Words as sharp as a knife not allowing you to get a word in edgewise and raising his voice over your calm one in order to try to get his point across, and oh did he get it across.

“You……..it’s…….Uh….” You lifted a finger up. Silently asking Geto to give you a moment to gather your words. Quickly you looked away ,your tears beginning to flow, not seeming to stop anytime soon. But still, you couldn’t talk, the lump in your throat stopping you, words only coming out in hiccups.

You cursed yourself for not being able to hold them in long enough to explain how you felt about the situation. About his accusations. Cursed yourself for not being able to speak freely, or be upset without looking like a crybaby.

Getos anger diminished the instant he saw the tears roll down your face. His knitted brows relaxed and his eyes softened at the sight of you, shaking as you tried to speak your mind. Unaware of the weight his words had.

He has seen you worked up and upset like this countless times, but never because of him. To say the guilt hit differently was an understatement.

You took a deep and shaky breath and held it for a few seconds. You were quite surprised at the fact that Geto didn’t move or say anything to interrupt you the entire time.

How long have you two been here?

“I tried so hard to avoid this, Suguru..... I looked past my insecurities….pushed the doubts to the side and all of that so you could receive my love without obstacles….without me projecting my fears onto you and the relationship.” You somehow managed to speak shakily of course, voice cracking almost the entire time.

He internally cringed at the formality, the lack of pet names made his heart wrench in pain, reminding him how bad he really messed up.

“And to know that you feel this way about me...and to know that my efforts are evidently not reciprocated...hurts like a mother fucker..”

You covered your mouth, eyes on the wall beside you, still unable to look at him.

“But honestly Geto… what hurts the most is that I already know you could do better…” you rolled your eyes upwards, dropping more tears and shook your head, your own insecurities laying themselves out on the table.

Geto’s eyes widened then immediately his expression turned to a pained one, remembering the words he spat in the heat of the moment. **

‘If I would’ve known that you would turn into Satoru’s little cheerleader, ready to kiss his ass whenever he came around, then I wouldn’t have asked you to be my girlfriend!! I could’ve and should’ve done wayyy better I swear!’

For someone who was talking so much shit five minutes ago, he found himself at a loss for words.

There was a lump in his throat , and when did his mouth turn dry?

Was it when he recalled the things he said after that? Mentions of how many opportunities he had in the duration of your relationship in order to hit you where it hurt most?

Or was it when he mentioned that ‘Gojo wouldn’t date you anyway’ in attempts to mask the underlying jealousy he had at the very thought of you falling for the man who could quite literally do anything.

Who could have everything.

Who had the world crafted specifically for him.

“and I always wondered…” he snapped out of his thoughts and his brows furrowed once again, creating a displeased look. He was disgusted with himself, disgusted that he selfishly ran his mouth without considering your feelings.

“Like….what I could have possibly done to have been chosen by you? Geto Suguru….chose me? Of all people.” You wiped tears away from your face, you looked so small doing so, Geto wished he was the one wiping those tears, but he couldn’t move. His feet betraying his commands. Knees weak knowing he did this to you.

“And for you to even think that I would betray you and break your trust.” It was your turn to speak now, holding in so much up until this point, however you did not raise your voice, nor did you cause a scene. You loved him way too much for that.

“Geto Suguru, a man the gods have blessed not just with looks but with a heart of gold..dating me? And you think I would throw all of that away to be with your best friend?” You choked on a couple of sobs, continuously wiping your tears away, seriously wondering if you have ever cried this hard in your life.

The fact that you still somehow managed to praise him while scolding him made his blood run cold. Guilt through the roof, enough to make his fingers cold and shake slightly by his sides. A stark contrast compared to his words.

‘What have I done?’

It was no surprise to him that you were still somehow being kind despite your anger. You were kind, not nice. ***

The love was there and he knew it, he felt it. Because if it were anybody else the results would’ve been different.

“I’m...sorry if I make you feel that way...but please know it was not in my intentions to hurt you ..” You finally looked at him while apologizing, you made sure he knew you were being as genuine as possible.

You pushed yourself up from the couch and made your way to the bedroom. Geto’s eyes followed you, but still he couldn’t not move.

‘Move you fucking idiot!’

A Switch in his brain went off as soon as you were out of his sight. He sped walked in your direction, but he was a little too late. You locked the door behind you just before he was able to put himself in between the door.

“Y/n! Please let me in! I’m sorry!” The knob shook as he tried the door. He knew it would be locked but he’d be damned to let you go through this alone. He already did enough damage, he was determined to at least try and fix this.

The knob shook harder and soon the whole door shook. He slammed his hands against the wood and called out your name desperately begging you to let him in.

You ignored the cries to the best of your abilities, stepping away from the door. The sounds of his voice begging for you made you want to throw up, it hurt so much.

“Y/n please...I just want to talk..” his voice cracked and you began to sob quietly just at the mere sound. You wanted to open the door, you really really did, but at the same time you didn’t want to see him.

He was adamant though. He could hear you try to muffle the sobs on the other side and that’s what put him into overdrive.

“Move away from the door!” He commanded, kicking it down easily, startling you in the process. Thankfully he gave you time to step away before doing so, and his heart broke again at the sight of you.

Your eyes were dull but still streaming tears, but the duffle bag slung over your shoulder full of your items made him feel so powerless.

“Hey hey hey……what are you doing..” his eyes desperately scanned your figure, moving from the bag to your eyes then to the room, noticing drawers were left open and things tossed around the bed.

“...W-Where are you going…?” His voice was small but he stood his ground in the doorway, blocking the exit unintentionally but intentionally.

You didn’t look at him, but more so past him. Your eyes were on him but they weren’t on him.

“I’m going home for a little bit, until I’m-“

“What do you mean? Home..is here..”he cut you off. Again his voice was small, not matching with his towering form that slowly began to deflate when he noticed how the love in your eyes was nowhere to be found.

You sighed and placed a hand on your temple. He cut you off again, and you didn’t want to do this anymore. You didn’t want to fight him anymore.

“Suguru. You know what I mean. I’m going to my paren-“

“No!” He yelled, causing you to flinch. “You’re not leaving me!” Geto snatched the bag from your grasp and unzipped the bag, he made his way into the room and dumped the contents into an already opened drawer, a majority of the clothes and items dropping to the floor but he didn’t care. He wasn’t going to lose you.

His breathing was heavy again, and tears threatened to drop. Oh how you wished you hadn’t seen the way his eyes looked at you.

“Suguru...please…” you cautiously approached the bag he flung on the bed, and repacked the bag slowly, afraid of him snapping again.

“Can we Please just talk about this?” He forcefully grabbed you by the forearms, pulling you away from the duffle bag and pushed you up against a wall, not in a harsh way, but in a way that felt desperate.

“Please let me explain myself, I didn’t mean anything I said I-“ he tried spilling out what he had to say before you tried pushing him away, but now it was his turn to be interrupted.

“I know, Suguru…I know..but before we talk about this...I really need to clear my head..Otherwise I won’t be able to do things in a rational way...and you know I can’t do that if I have you around to influence my thoughts.”

Your eyes searched for his and you regretted it, you were feeling so many things but your eyes held no emotion. However, seeing the way he looked down at you, hair messy and in his face from going awol earlier, his face flushed from the raw display of emotion brought life back into your eyes.

Tears dropped on your cheeks when you looked up at him. That was enough to get the waterworks going again.

He never realized how afraid he was of losing you until now. It never occurred to him that this would even be something to happen in your relationship until this very moment.

He realized how much he fucked up, allowing his emotions to have snowballed into this big ass mess. You were always so open to talk about things, but he never took the opportunity because of his pride, and now the consequences of his actions are coming to bite him in the ass.

“I gotta go..” you whispered and easily got out of his grasp, he didn’t fight back, he knew he couldn’t change your mind once you had your mind set on doing something. Another reason he fell in love with you , another wave of regret.

He watched your form as you left, eyes never leaving your body.

You didn't look back and that was a sight that would haunt him in his dreams forever.

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**** notes:

* - in the paragraph where it talks about feeling colors

When I think of memories and how I felt, I associate them with colors, reds oranges, pinks, yellows green = warm/ happier memories

Shades of blue = cold, more depressive moments

So when it talks about y/n feeling the blue, gray atmosphere, it’s because the tension was so thick, the usual ‘red’ atmosphere was now ‘blue’ at the flip of a switch.

Lol super self indulgent

**- this fic is so self indulgent, I do this. Well used to, but when I used to get mad and things would get heated I won’t remember what I said or what I did because I was so upset.

***- to me, Being nice is superficial and being Kind comes from within.

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Hello! Welcome to my new blog!

I was GOJOSGLASSES

But something happened to my account and I think I’m being shadowed and I’m sooo sad cause I had a whole theme and master list (a short one but still) now I have to start over )^:

Anywho! Welcome! Requests are open and hopefully I’ll get around to moving the fics here or maybe just linking old ones but I think I may transfer them over here )^: big sad!

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Hello babies! Thank you for taking the time to read this!

This fic is super super self indulgent

I love Angst so much. I don’t know why LOL

Of course this is an Angst to fluff type stuff and I’ll get to part 2. When I feel like it

(Or if it’s highly requested) but I just felt like being extra dramatic.

Also LOLOLOL I love angst but please don’t leave your partner in the dark like this, communicate please. I’m just being extra dramatic because I love hurting myself with fics.

BAHAHA Also this Drabble thing was inspired by the song:

Stand Still - Sabrina Claudio

Very angsty and I feel like I’ll make more drabbles and stuff based off this song because I love love love it so much omg very sensual very sexy!

Thanks for reading!

#drabbles #fanfic #jjk headcanons #jjk x reader #jjk geto #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x y/n #geto suguru #geto x reader #suguru x reader #saturo gojo

[sergeantsporks]

Another Shot at Life

Rating: General Audiences, Gen

TW: Child abuse, emotional manipulation

Ao3

Hunter accidentally makes his way into the human realm and can't get back home. But he's discovering that might not be such a bad thing.

Ch 2/7: When Mom’s Not Home

Ch 1

“I’m going to tell Belos.”

Hunter woke up with a gasp, patting the area around him. “Red?!” he rolled off of…a couch? Oh—right. When had he fallen asleep? He remembered being up, trying to brainstorm a way to open the portal, up after Camila and Vee had gone to bed—Vee had pointedly locked her door, as if that could keep him out if he actually wanted to capture her.

His palisman chirped cheerfully. Vee was playing with the bird, and Hunter dove for it, snatching Red away. “Don’t touch him!”

She yipped, scrambling back away from him.

Hunter examined the bird in his hands. Red warbled gently at him, and he leaned back against the couch, rubbing his eyes. Sunlight filtered in through cracks in blinds, and Hunter squinted. “What time is it?”

“Ten-ish.”

Hunter bolted upright. “Ten?!”

“Yeah, how do you sleep in that armor?”

“I can’t sleep until ten, I have—” Hunter growled. “Ten. Why didn’t I wake up?!” He glared at his palisman. “Why didn’t you wake me up?”

His palisman cheerfully tweeted that he didn’t have to wake up at five anymore, and he needed the sleep.

Vee held out a hand for his palisman to fly to, but Hunter put a hand in front of Red before it could go to her. She frowned. “Why would Belos care if you had a palisman, anyway?”

Hunter scooped Red up. “He… doesn’t like wild magic.” He squeezed his palisman close to his chest, and Red chirped softly, as if to reassure him that he was still there. “And… he eats palisman.”

Vee’s eyes widened. “That’s horrible!”

“No it’s not!” Hunter said defensively, “He needs them—it’s not like he eats them because they’re a delicious delicacy.” He scratched Red’s head. “I just… don’t want him to eat this one.”

Vee scooted a little closer, eying him nervously. “I… promise I won’t eat Red. I know basilisks get a bad reputation, but I would never hurt another creature.”

Hunter hated the fact that his hands were trembling so bad, and he shook his head, still cuddling Red to his chest.

Camila came down the stairs, tossing a bundle of cloth down next to Hunter. “Tell me if those fit. They might be a bit big—they used to be Luz’s father’s.”

“I’m keeping my armor on.”

“Aren’t you hot?”

Hunter tugged his cape more firmly around him. “I’m keeping my uniform.”

Camila shrugged. “Suit yourself.” She sat down on the couch. “I know you’re not friends with Luz, but can you tell me anything about her?”

Hunter set Red on his shoulder, curling his knees up to his chest. “Only that apparently she’s the best girlfriend in existence,” he snorted.

Camila gasped. “Luz has a boyfriend?!”

Hunter scooted away from her a bit. “Noooooooo.”

“Luz has a girlfriend?! She didn’t tell me! Oh, that’s so exciting! What’s her name?”

“Amity.”

“Awwww, she’s growing up so fast.”

“She’s… she was nice to me,” he admitted, “Uh…” what else did he know about Luz? “She’s… she’s gotten pretty good at using magic. Even though she’s a human. She’s even going to school. I think maybe she fits in pretty well on the Boiling Isles.”

He could almost immediately sense that he’d said the wrong thing. It was something small—it was always a little detail, a tiny shift that he wasn’t sure how he’d caught—but it was enough to make him scoot further away from the human before her mood made a more obvious change. “I can’t do magic,” he continued as if nothing were wrong, changing the subject, “Born powerless.” He scratched his palisman’s head again. “Red here helps me do magic. So does my other staff.”

Camila nodded absentmindedly. “I’m going to work, now. Thank you, Hunter. Vee, there’s leftovers in the fridge. Teach Hunter how to use the microwave, kay? Be good, both of you.”

The human disappeared out the door, and Vee stood up. “Camila doesn’t want Luz to stay in the boiling isles,” she said softly, “She feels like she failed her. Maybe don’t talk about how much better off Luz is in the isles. It’s… a little upsetting.”

Hunter followed her up the stairs. “Why do you care so much? I mean—why stay here? You can look like anyone. Go anywhere. You don’t have to stay here.”

“I need magic to transform, first of all, and there’s not a lot of it out here, and second of all, I like it here!”

“Not a lot of it?” Hunter echoed, “So there is some out here, though?”

Vee disappeared into her room, closing the door. “Go away.”

“Hey! What did I do to you?”

“Why don’t you ask your emperor,” Vee responded, her voice muffled by the door.

Hunter rolled his eyes. “Okay. Look. You don’t like me. Fine. But the sooner I can find anything that will get me home, the sooner I’ll leave, and you won’t have to see me again.”

The door opened a crack again. “Fine. There’s a guy who collects magic stuff. He curates a museum. If anyone has something that will get you back, it’ll be him.”

“Where do I find him?”

“Trust me, you don’t WANT to find him. He’s dangerous.”

“So am I.”

“I’m serious. If he finds out what you are, he’ll kill you, cut you open—don’t go near him. Wait until nighttime and sneak in, if you have to go at all.”

Hunter pulled up his hood to hide his ears, and Red hid inside, chirping softly. “No offense, but I think I can pass as human a little better than you.”

“No offense, but you stick out like a sore thumb in that outfit. If you’re so determined to get killed, then go ahead. Like I said, he’s the curator at the museum. That’s where he keeps his magical artifacts, too.”

“Great.” Hunter started towards the door.

“Do you know where the museum is?”

“How hard can it be to find?”

Vee chuckled slightly. “Never mind, I don’t have to worry about Jacob killing you. You’ll get hit by a car before you even reach the museum.”

Hunter’s ears burned, and he slammed the door behind him. Right. This would be fine, he just had to get to a high vantage point, and then he could find the museum. Make a mental map of the area. He surveyed his surroundings, then scrambled up onto a trash can, hopping up and using the window frame as a foothold as he grabbed the top of the roof, hauling himself up.

There were buildings as far as he could see—rows and rows of them, neat and orderly.

No wonder Uncle Belos wants to combine the worlds.

Hunter scanned the building, looking for one that looked like it would hold old stuff. Finally, he caught sight of a statue next to a building that didn’t share the uniformity of the other buildings. Bingo. He mapped the streets in his head, plotting turns.

When he got back down off of the roof, Vee was waiting for him. “I’m going with you,” she declared.

“Thought you wanted to stay away from the museum?”

Vee crossed her arms. “I’m not going to go in. But Camila wouldn’t want you to go alone.”

“Go away. I don’t need you to babysit me.”

“I’m not babysitting you. I’m making sure you don’t go around conspiring with Jacob to capture me.”

Hunter started down the road. “For the last time, I’m not even a little bit interested in kidnapping you. You’re not hurting anyone here. Why would I care?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Vee said sarcastically, following behind him, “Maybe because Belos chased me all the way here?”

Hunter stopped dead in his tracks. “What are you talking about?”

“Seriously? You’re the golden guard, how do you not know about the basilisk experiments?”

That bothered him a lot more than he wanted to say. “Great question. I thought basilisks were extinct?”

Vee walked ahead of him, crossing her arms. “We were. Belos created us.”

“How?!”

“I don’t know, how were you made?”

Hunter rolled his eyes, jogging after her. “Well, you see, Vee, when a mama witch and a papa witch love each other very much—”

“Very funny. Look, I don’t know. Belos didn’t exactly bother shoving his scientific notes into my cage.” She looked back at him. “You really didn’t know?”

Hunter shifted uncomfortably. “I’m head of a whole coven. I don’t keep an eye on every single experiment.” Apparently. But that was Belos’ personal experiment, he didn’t need to know everything—he was head of the emperor’s coven, not the emperor.

“Maybe you should have paid a little more attention to your surroundings, coven head. Belos hurt me, and all of my kind.”

“You think you’re the only one Belos has hurt? You’re not special.” The words popped out of his mouth before he could think, and Vee twisted back to look at him.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I mean—he’s the emperor—he has to punish people who break the rules—I’m just saying—”

“Well, I didn’t break any rules, except by existing, I guess.” Vee replied. She stopped. “Here we go. This is where I stop.”

Hunter gazed up at the broken-down building, then at the statue nearby.

His heart seemed to stop in his chest.

That was—

“Vee,” he asked in a strangled whisper, “Why does this town have a statue of Emperor Belos?”

Vee blinked at him. “What are you talking about?” Then her eyes widened. “You’ve seen the emperor without his mask?!”

“Of course I have, I—why is there a statue of him here, Vee?!”

“I don’t know,” she responded in a hushed voice, “Those are town founders, I think.”

Okay. Belos had been here before—he’d known that. He could ask when he got back. Right now, he needed to focus. “Where is the magic stuff?”

“In a room behind the welcome desk. Watch out for Jacob.”

“I can handle one measly human.”

Hunter pushed open the door. No one was at the desk, so he just walked into the back room. Vee was right—there was a lot of stuff in here. He picked up a training wand. Useless, at least to him. Still he tucked it in his pocket. He blinked at the back wall. It was covered in paper, pictures of the owl lady, in her beast form and regular. He traced the red lines with one finger, skipping over an old sketch. He stopped, going back. The sketch was worn and faded, but he could just make out a cardinal.

“Looks kind of like you,” he remarked to his palisman.

Red tweeted in agreement.

“Hey! You can’t be back here!”

Hunter whirled around, whipping out his coven staff. “Stay back!”

The man wrinkled his nose. “Eh, geeze, you really go out like that? Costume needs work, if you’re a little witch wannabe.”

Hunter’s ears burned. “I am not a witch wannabe! Where did you get this stuff?”

The man gave him a fake smile. “Hey, kiddo, it’s just some costume stuff, don’t worry about it, just come on out into the regular museum, okay? If you’re here for those tarot cards, they all got stolen, I’m sorry.”

“It is not just costume stuff.” Hunter jabbed a finger at the pictures of the owl lady. “I’ve met her. I know what she can do. And I know that you collect magical items.”

“You met her? Okay. Wait. I’m Jacob. You met the owl beast?”

“Yeah, she’s a real pain,” Hunter muttered, edging for the door. Nothing here could help him—and he was pretty sure that this curator guy couldn’t, either.

Jacob moved to block the door. “Hey! Hey, hey, hey! Don’t go!”

“This was a waste of my time. Get out of my way.”

Jacob’s gaze zeroed in on the inside of Hunter’s hood. “Is that…”

Hunter backed up, clutching his staff tightly. “What?”

Faster than he could react, Jacob lunged forward, flipping his hood off. Hunter kicked him, then slammed his staff right into the curator’s stomach. “Get back!” he warned.

Jacob gasped for air. “That cardinal—you look just like—” he rummaged around in a desk drawer, dragging out a sketch of a man with a cardinal on his shoulder. A chill ran down Hunter’s spine. That did look like him. Down to the haircut. What was wrong with this town?!

“What’s that, your creepy fanart?”

Jacob’s face turned a blotchy red. “It is not fanart, it is an artistic interpretation of what our town founder’s face would have looked like based on his statue! And except for your ears and scar, you look just like him! You even have the cardinal! Are you descended from him? Or maybe a clone, sent from Mars, and made to take his place?”

Wow. “Yeeahhh. Unlikely.” Hunter ducked around him. “Thanks for showing me your… whatever that was, but I’m going now.”

Jacob grabbed his arm. “You can’t go!”

Hunter kicked him right between the legs, wrenching away and making a break for the door. Vee was right. This guy was just insane. He slammed the door behind him, jumping over the desk and pushing it against the door. The door opened inward, so it wouldn’t hold him, but it would slow him down. Hunter burst out of the museum doors, tearing down to where Vee was sitting at the base of the statue.

“Time to go!”

Vee jumped up, running after him. “What happened?!”

“He’s crazy!”

“I told you!”

The doors to the museum burst open, and Jacob’s eyes widened when he saw Vee. “YOU!” he howled, and he sprinted after the two of them.

Hunter stopped, turning to face him. “I’ll take care of him.”

Vee backpedaled and grabbed his collar, dragging him forward. “You will not! The object is to not draw attention! Which fighting an adult in the street will most definitely do!” She yanked his hood over his ears. “You’re really bad at this.”

Jacob gave up, winded, halfway down the street. Vee didn’t stop running until they’d gotten back to the house, huffing and puffing.

“I could have handled that guy,” Hunter panted, “Easy.”

“You’re—crazy. Did you find anything that would help you get home?”

“No,” Hunter sulked, “Just a lot of useless junk.”

“Told you. What did you say that made him go after you?”

Hunter shuddered. “He went on and on about how I looked like one of those statue guys.”

“Oh, yeah. He thinks that the town founders got kidnapped and taken to the demon realm by a witch.”

Hunter rubbed his arms. “Not sure he’s wrong about that part.” That statue had looked way too much like Uncle Belos to be a coincidence. “I… guess you’re going to tell Camila about what I did?”

Vee shrugged. “I don’t know. It might come up. We like to talk about our days at dinner. Why?”

Hunter shifted from foot to foot. “No reason.”

Vee gave him an uncomfortably understanding look. “She won’t get mad. She didn’t tell you not to go there. If anything, she’ll be worried.”

“I… I put you in danger, though.”

“I went on my own. You didn’t make me. Actually, I’m pretty sure you told me not to come.”

“I just… Whatever. It doesn’t matter.”

Vee held open the door for him. “Camila isn’t going to hurt you.”

“I never said she would!”

“No, but you were thinking it. I get it. I used to get worried about making her mad, at first. It’s hard to imagine the adults not hurting you. I won’t tell her if you don’t want me to. But Camila’s not like that.”

Hunter’s shoulders stiffened. “I’m not like you. You were an experiment, you were locked up. I’m the head of the emperor’s coven. I wasn’t—I was happy.”

Vee shook her head. “If you say so.”

“I was!” Hunter took a deep breath. “Look, I… I’m sorry. That you were hurt.”

“By Emperor Belos. Your boss.” Vee pressed.

Hunter rubbed his arms. “Y-yeah. Sure. Whatever.”

“He’s… not a good person, Hunter. You know that, right? You ran from him for a reason.”

“I was just—I was scared of getting punished. But I—I shouldn’t have attacked Kikimora. I would have deserved—”

“Why are you defending him?!”

“I’m not you, Vee! Maybe to you he was a horrible tyrant, but to me, he’s the only family I’ve got! He cares about me, Vee. Sometimes he can be harsh, but it’s just because he wants me to be my best self!”

Vee shook her head. “I can’t believe it. You actually think that!”

“Of course I do! Because it’s the truth!”

Vee jabbed a finger at him. “There’s more than one way to lock someone in a cage, Hunter. And I’m starting to think that I got the better bargain.”

Ch 3

#toh #the owl house #toh fanfiction #my writing #toh hunter #camila noceda #vee noceda

[fishfingersandjellybabies]

Still a Little Bit Yours (Part 2) - fic

Characters: Jon Kent, Damian Wayne, various Batfam Pairing: jondami Summary: If there was one thing the world needed to learn, it was that you don’t hurt those Jonathan Kent loves. A/N: This is just basic smoop sprinkled with angst. Bruce gave Cass and Duke special permission to be extra rough on those who kidnapped Damian/hurt them in the first place. Jon and Damian wake up to Bruce on the chair and like half the fam sleeping on the end of the bed. Damian gets so mad at them. Let him sleep with his boyfriend in peace, dammit! Jon ends up now never leaving the bed and basically becomes Damian’s personal pillow as his recovery continues.

Part One | Part Two

~~

That call. That was all they needed, it turned out. The call that shattered Jon’s whole world was the one thing that might help piece it back together.

Even though it’d been over a month, the Bat-tech was able to hone in on the signal easily, and they were in the air and on their way back to France within three hours of Jon and Tim’s arrival to the Batcave.

Bruce wasn’t thrilled. He’d told Jon to go home at least seven times, that they’d contact him when Damian was safe. But at this point, Jon couldn’t believe that, not when they didn’t tell him he was missing in the first place.

He was even less thrilled when Jon grabbed the Justice League communicator out of his hand and smashed it, when Bruce said he was going to call Clark to take him back to Metropolis.

“I’m not ten anymore, Bruce.” Jon reminded with a dark giddiness as he dropped the shattered pieces onto the table. “And Damian is my boyfriend.”

“Is he still?” Jason quipped from nearby, hooking guns to his holsters. Tim had caught them all up with Jon’s side of things. “I mean…you just spent the last month thinking you were broken up and getting over him, right?”

“As part of the family that went to Apokolips to collect his dead body and resurrect him, I don’t think I have to tell you, Jason.” Jon grinned widely. “You don’t just get over Damian Wayne.”

Jason thought a moment, then snorted a laugh and clapped a hand on Jon’s shoulder.

“Okay. I get why he fell in love with Boy Scout Jr. now.” He chuckled.

“…For what it’s worth.” Jon added sheepishly, though, as Jason moved away, and Cassandra and Stephanie approached, moving towards their jet. “…Even if the breakup was real, I…I still wasn’t coping very well with it.”

The women both just smiled knowingly, and Steph jumped up to ruffle at his hair. And for a moment, Jon remembered that, for as much as he missed Damian the last month, he missed seeing the other Bats almost as much.

Bruce grumbled the rest of the time they spent gathering supplies and weapons about how Jon shouldn’t be there, and he didn’t want him nor his help. It was eventually Dick and Duke who took Bruce to the side and had him see the light. Begrudgingly allow Jon to come along.

“On one condition.” Bruce demanded, stomping up to him near the jet’s door. It’d already been decided that Jon would fly alongside the plane. “You do not engage. This is still an open investigation, and I don’t need you accidentally destroying any evidence.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it. I’m only there for Damian anyway.” Jon returned just as gruffly. “You guys be offense, I’ll be defense and extraction. No problem.”

Bruce glared at him for a moment more before raising his cowl and disappearing into the ship. Dick sighed from nearby, following after.

“He’s just worried.” He promised. “About you and Damian. And after already losing Damian like this, the thought of what might happen to you, he…”

Dick trailed off, and Jon was suddenly reminded that he was a lot closer to fifty than thirty these days, and had already lost a lot. Had already lost Damian a lot. And, clearly, it never got easier. Not for Dick or Bruce, or anyone in their family.

“…He’s still alive, Dick.” Jon whispered with what he hoped was an encouraging smile. “I can still hear his heartbeat. He’s still here, just…waiting for us.”

Dick nodded absently, before he met Jon’s gaze and let his mask of cautious hope fall across his face. “Then let’s go get him, Jonno.”

The flight was long. Too long. And even alone outside the ship, Jon listened through the communicator as the Bats planned their attack, outlined the known schematics of the compound that they found, and any potential hidden areas they might have missed.

At least every ten minutes, Bruce was reminding Jon that he was to not get involved. That he was there for Damian’s defense and safety only.

Jon only rolled his eyes, muttered an exasperated, “Yes, sir.” And focus on the heartbeat that got closer every second.

(Closer…and slower. But he didn’t share that part with the rest of the rescue party.)

The compound wasn’t far from where Duke and Cassandra had been beaten and abandoned, but the reason they couldn’t find it afterwards was because it was underground, and seemingly cloaked with tech none of them had ever seen before.

“Alien?” Duke had asked as they neared it.

“Or bankrolled by some selfish rich fuck.” Jason countered. “We’ll find out if Bruce Wayne does a hostile takeover of any companies here in the next week or so, I bet.”

“Hm.” Bruce grunted. But it wasn’t a no, so they all shared one last pre-battle laugh anyway.

They circled the area for a moment, doing some last minute recognizance. “I hear at least twenty-five heartbeats besides Damian’s, Batman.” Jon called. He flicked to his x-ray vision. “And they’re spread between what looks like two rooms.”

“Evenly?” Tim asked.

“Mmm, it doesn’t look like it.” Jon decided. “Looks like a 70-30 split.”

“Damian?” Cassandra asked softly.

“Can’t tell for sure.” Jon scanned the space again, just in case. “One body looks like it could be him, and it’s in the room with less people.”

“Remember, Superman-” Bruce started, but Jon, suddenly out of patience, cut him off.

“I’m defense. You’re offense. I’m there to get Damian out and that’s it.” He rolled his eyes. “I know, Batman.” He curled his hands into fists. “Now are we just going to hover up here all day or are we finally going to go get him?”

There was a moment of silence. Then Bruce calmly, emotionlessly, stoically announced:

“On my mark.”

For as grouchy, bossy, and by-the-book Batman always acted – he was still just a big kid with big toys. And his mark wasn’t a word, but an action. And that action was turning the nose of the jet towards the ground, so he could crash land into the underground bunker of the freaks who’d kidnapped his son.

Jon grinned, and suddenly remembered why Batman was a lot of people’s favorite superhero.

He stayed off to the ship’s side, just in case. In case Bruce actually lost control of the ship, if any of the other Bats ended up hurt in the process. So he listened as the nose slammed into the earth for any screams of pain.

But all he heard was the screeching of metal, and the crashing of ceiling materials as the jet lodged itself into the roof of the compound. There were screams now, of surprise from the building’s inhabitants, and shouts for some to grab weapons.

One last shout from Stephanie as Bruce opened the cockpit, and the Bats began to file out like ants. “Oh fuck yeah, was that fun!”

Everyone was fine. Everyone was safe.

So time to do his job and find the one that wasn’t.

He dove through the lingering smoke, dodging bodies being thrown by the mini-army of vigilantes that had just arrived. Dodged weapons from the incoming henchmen as they raced into the room to help their colleagues.

Jon didn’t pay them much mind other than to notice that their clothing was a little off. There wasn’t any body armor or helmets. Just dark maroon robes, sashed belts. They almost looked like priests.

You know, if they weren’t running at him with guns and knives and…was that one carrying an unlidded jar of acid?

He didn’t care. The Bats could handle them.

He tried to remember what he saw with his x-ray vision as he weaved through the halls. Bruce had crashed into the room with the most people, so that stood to reason that the pseudo-priests Jon had seen were coming from the room with less people. The smaller room, the room where he thought Damian was.

Well, if those priests came from where Damian was, that was even less people to take out than he was originally planning.

He let Damian’s heartbeat guide him. And for a moment, he remembered when he listened for it after the ‘breakup.’ How he thought the slowness of it meant Damian was calm, relaxed.

God, how could he be so stupid? It didn’t mean he was calm. It meant he was fucking dying. How could Jon be so dense? How could he not notice?

He reached a closed door and could hear panicked voices behind it, could hear Damian’s heartbeat at the loudest it’d been so far.

The door didn’t stand a goddamn chance.

He recognized that Damian wasn’t near it, so kicked the door as hard as he could without a care. It practically disintegrated under the heel of his boot. He heard the other people in the room scream as they were showered with splinters but didn’t care. Didn’t care about anything else right now.

He let his heat vision take over his vision as he stepped into the room. There were three people in here, each holding crude weapons – a stick, a shattered bottle and a chair.

“Leave.” Jon ordered. The people cowered only slightly, but stood their ground. And Jon didn’t have time for that. “Or I’ll make you.”

They gave it one last moment to try and be brave, and any other time Jon might commend them for it. Try to talk them down, be more like his dad.

But this wasn’t any other time.

So he turned to the chair and used his heat vision to turn it to ash.

And that was enough. The other two dropped their weapons and held up their hands. Jon shifted out of the doorframe and watched them as they ran for safety.

He stared after them until they turned a corner, going away from the sanctuary Bruce and the others were in, a bonus of course, though he knew the Bats could have handled them. Then he quickly turned back, scanning the room.

It wasn’t a jail cell, or a dungeon. Just an empty, ugly, dark room. There was a table in the corner, and a TV that showed the field outside, acting almost like a window.

There was a closed curtain in the corner, that clearly hid an alcove of some sort. Damian’s heartbeat was coming from there.

Jon doesn’t know how he crossed the room. One second he was by the door, and the next he was at the curtain, slowly pulling it back. Did he float? Did he run? He didn’t know.

“Damian?” He whispered as he tugged the sheet away. “Can you hear…?”

The question died on his lips at the sight in front of him. It was Damian all right, half naked and huddled against the corner of this makeshift pantry. He was thin, so thin, like he hadn’t eaten in the month since he’d been taken. His hair was longer, past his ears, and dirty. The grease shone in the dim light.

There were bruises and cuts all over his body, some of them looked infected. His eyes were black and swollen, his lip split in multiple places. Dried blood caked along his nostrils.

But that might not have even been the worst part.

Though, really, was there just one single worst part? Were the heavy chains around Damian’s neck, wrists and ankles that latched him to the wall the worst part? Or was it the barrage of needle marks that twisted up his inner arms all the way up to his jaw?

Jon’s eyes filled with tears. But not from pain, like they usually did. Not from hurt or emotions.

From utter, blinding fury.

They did this to him. Those fucking fake priests that he’d just showed mercy to did this to him. To Damian. To the love of his fucking life.

He’d kill them. He’d go snap all their necks right now. Break every bone in each of their bodies and let them die slowly and painfully. Then burn them into ash and throw their remains in a dumpster.

He even felt himself take a step back, to do just that. But stopped when he heard Damian let out a wheezing exhale.

“Damian?” He asked again. Damian had never answered the first time. Was he even conscious? Was he aware of what was happening? He took the last few steps forward and kneeled, putting a hand on Damian’s shoulder. “D, can you hear me?”

Damian tensed at his touch and tried to jerk away, but just ended up bouncing his shoulder painfully against the stone wall behind him. When he looked up, his eyes looked almost feral, but them immediately softened as recognition took hold.

He blinked once. Twice. “…Jonathan?”

Jon swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded with a sad smile.

“What are you doing here?” Damian asked, even as Jon shifted his hand from Damian’s shoulder to his face. Damian’s skin was cold. “They…” Damian’s eyes were suddenly angry. “If they’ve laid a hand on you, I swear I’ll-”

“Nothing of the sort.” Jon promised. “We’re here to get you out of here. Take you home.”

Damian blinked and slumped back. “We?”

“Your family.” Jon explained vaguely as he let his hand fall, run gently over a scab along Damian’s chest. “God, I’m so glad I found you.”

“…I’m sorry.” Damian murmured, and Jon looked up at him in confusion. “I…I lost track of the days some time ago, but you must have been worried sick. I’m sorry for causing you any distress.”

Jon’s stomach twirled in guilt. Because he wasn’t worried, not at all. And was now the time to say that? To say ‘Oh, no, I wasn’t worried, because it turns out the psychopaths who kidnapped you pretended to be you and broke up with me.’?

No. No it absolutely fucking wasn’t.

“…Nothing is your fault.” Jon decided on. He reached forward and grabbed the collar around Damian’s neck, snapping it with a quick jerk of his hands. He followed suite with the chains around his arms and legs too. “Can you walk? Your family is taking care of the others, my only job is to get you safe.”

“…I don’t know.” Damian hummed honestly, eyes fluttering slightly. “And I don’t know if my body is strong enough to try right now.”

Jon looked back up at him with another smile. Less sad this time, more genuine. Let it reach his eyes. “No problem.” He returned his hand to Damian’s face, gently pushed his long hair out of the way. Without thinking, he leaned forward and kissed Damian as gently as he could, then pressed their foreheads together. “Jesus, I’m just…just so glad you’re alive.”

Damian scoffed a quiet laugh, and opened his mouth to retort, but suddenly there was a noise from the room behind them. They both looked back to see Batman storming in through the door.

“Superboy?” He asked as he stopped, glanced around Jon. “We…all good here? You found him?”

Jon squeezed Damian’s face just slightly before standing and turning back. “Yes, sir. Alive and well.”

Bruce nodded. “And the rest are taken care of. So let’s get the hell out of here.”

Jon nodded. “Can you help me get him up? I don’t think he can walk real well right now.”

Bruce seemed to hesitate, glancing past Jon’s shoulder again, but nodded, and took a step towards him.

And as soon as he was close, Jon grabbed the side of his head and slammed it through the closest wall.

“…That’s twice now you’ve gotten my name wrong.” Jon spit, looming over the man as he groaned in pain. “And that’s twice you’ve done a piss poor imitation of someone I care about.”

Batman looked up at Jon in confusion, borderline hurt. But then the eyes widened in realization, and instantly shifted from Bruce’s icy blue to a sickly yellow. “You.”

“Me.” Jon grinned wildly. “And I’ll admit it – you got me the first time. Because I had no idea what had happened, so of course, why wouldn’t I believe the phone call I was getting?”

Batman began to shift now, lose his muscle mass, his uniform began to change to a deep maroon.

“But then I was told the truth, and all the clues that didn’t make sense before suddenly began to piece together.” Jon hummed, picking the man up by his collar. He was much smaller than Bruce. Much thinner. Much older. “So when they said they were coming to kick your ass, I knew there was nowhere else I’d rather be.”

He slammed the man into the wall again, but held him there. Used his other hand to grab the man’s throat.

“Why.” He hissed. “Tell me why.”

The man choked slightly, feet scrabbling for floor, hands grabbing at Jon’s. “Lazarus.” He wheezed. “He…he carries the waters of Lazarus in his blood. I saw it in his eyes. The green of his eyes. In the field. I knew.” A cough. “I knew it was fate that we found him. He was the one who was going to make us immortal.”

Jon’s eyes widened. The needle marks. The acid the other man was carrying from this room. Experiments, no doubt. To get the magical Lazarus waters out of Damian’s blood that they believed was there.

But Damian was stubborn, and probably put up a fight. So they beat him into submission, tortured him, stabbed him with needles to drain him dry. But they couldn’t kill him, oh no. Because if Damian died they’d lose their chance at the power of the Lazarus Pit.

They were using him, like he was no more than a thing.

Jon’s nostrils flared. “I’m going to fucking kill you, you bastard.”

“…Beloved.” Damian whispered, and Jon found himself turning towards him without thinking. Damian looked tired, still slumped against that wall, head leaning against the stone. “Don’t.” He closed his eyes. “Just…leave him for Batman.”

Batman’s demands came rushing back. They were offense. Jon was defense.

Jon’s only job was to get Damian safe.

Silently, Jon nodded, but instead of dropping the man, gave himself one last piece of revenge, and threw the man across the room into the table and fake-window TV. The man gave a low moan, and it sounded like music to Jon’s ears as he walked back over to Damian, and gathered him into his arms.

Damian didn’t complain about being held, didn’t complain about being coddled. Just wrapped an arm around Jon’s neck and leaned against his shoulder.

“Thank you.” He whispered, and Jon just kissed his forehead, trying to ignore the mere fact of how much pain Damian must have been in. How exhausted.

But as he crossed the room, he stopped near the door, just once, and turned to the man.

He didn’t care who he was. What his name was. But he did care about one thing.

“Why did you call me?”

The man didn’t uncurl from his fetal position, didn’t even open his eyes. “Because we knew you would come for him.” He hissed. “The lovers always do.”

Jon blinked, and watched the man for a moment, before turning and walking out of the room, Damian a calming weight in his arms.

~~

It was a cult in that underground bunker, Jon learned later. One obsessed with becoming immortal so they could be gods. They’d kidnapped, tortured and killed at least ten people over the years before they took Damian, all for the same reason.

Jon honestly couldn’t care less.

After escaping the compound, Jon flew to a previously agreed upon spot in Geneva, where Batman had a safe house that Alfred had flown ahead to. He radioed onto the open line as he did so, and Duke, mid-battle, shouted an affirmative, and promise that they’d meet him there.

Damian could barely hold onto consciousness during the flight, and it only made Jon fly faster, to an almost dangerous speed.

Alfred met them on the balcony, and motioned for Jon to follow him after he landed. A penthouse in Geneva wasn’t exactly a hospital, so instead of a medical cot, Jon carefully laid Damian in an extravagant king-sized bed.

Jon helped where he could, which, admittedly, wasn’t in very many places. The thing he was best at, he found, was getting in the way. But, bless him, Alfred never chastised him. Never told him to move.

“This is almost a luxury.” Alfred had quipped at one point as he checked Damian’s IV bag. “Normally I’m trying to work around at least five anxious persons, not one calm one.”

Jon had tried to smile, but it didn’t come out right. Alfred seemed to understand, though, and just gave Jon’s shoulder a quick squeeze as he passed him.

Finally, Alfred proclaimed himself finished, having done all he could. He’d disinfected and wrapped wounds, given Damian painkillers and set up the IVs to replenish Damian’s fluids. The rest of his healing would come in time. For now, he’d be in the kitchen fixing Damian something gentle to eat, before preparing food for the rest of the rescue party’s eventual arrival.

Jon nodded, and sat at Damian’s bedside.

It was almost midnight by the time the rest of the Bats arrived. They explained to Jon and Alfred their investigation, and what the cult had told them. Got checked out by Alfred, came and checked on Damian, and then one by one, they each went off to another room to settle down for the rest of the night.

Jon remained at Damian’s side.

And he didn’t move. Not to sleep, he just laid his head on the mattress. Not to eat breakfast or any meal, just balanced it on his lap. He didn’t even get up to offer his seat when anyone came in to visit their brother.

He just sat there, staring at Damian’s battered face and holding his cold hand.

Damian didn’t wake up that day, or even the day after. He could tell the others were starting to get antsy about it, and agitated. What if Damian didn’t wake up? What if that cult had actually killed him, and he’d survived just long enough to see them all again? To get taken to safety?

So the Bats threw themselves into the investigation to distract themselves. Who was cult? Who funded them? Who had they killed?

Jon just stayed on his stool at Damian’s side.

It was the morning of the third day, some time before dawn. Jon had his head pillowed against his arm on the mattress next to Damian’s elbow, half turned to watch the moon reflect off the clouds through the balcony doors.

He listened as Damian inhaled, but paid it no mind. Not until: “…What are you doing?”

Jon sat up so fast he made himself dizzy. In the dim light, Damian’s half-lidded sea foam eyes almost glowed.

“W-what?”

“What are you doing?” Damian repeated groggily.

“I…I couldn’t sleep, so I was just watching the stars…” He started, but trailed off when Damian lazily waved a hand.

“I mean, why are you sitting on that stool?” Damian asked. He flopped his hand out to the open side of the bed. “There’s clearly space here. Even if you can’t sleep, at least let yourself be comfortable.”

Jon instantly dropped his gaze to his knees, and even half conscious, Damian noticed.

“Beloved, what’s wrong?” He asked sleepily, weakly reaching his hand towards Jon.

Jon pulled his hand away.

This time, Damian’s inhale was sharp. He pulled his hand back and dropped it onto his own stomach. “…Alright.”

“No, it’s not…!” Jon suddenly realized how that looked. Knew how Damian would take it. “I don’t…You didn’t…” He sighed, dropped his face into his hands. “I don’t deserve it.”

“What?” Damian asked. “Deserve what?”

“To hold your hand. To lay in your bed.” Jon groaned. “You.”

Damian hesitated, grunted softly as he shifted. “I’m afraid I don’t understand.”

“The day you went missing, they…that shapeshifter guy, he stole your phone and he called me. As you.” Jon closed his eyes, trying to hide even further. “He…he broke up with me as you. And I…it didn’t make any sense, it never made any sense to me, but I believed him.”

Another moment of quiet. “…Oh.”

“I know. I’m an idiot.” Jon lamented. “Because how could I not know my own boyfriend? How could I believe you would break up with me over the phone?”

“Or…ever.” Damian agreed. “Unless you want…”

“Or ever!” Jon cut off dramatically, curling his covered face to his knees. “How could I believe you’d do that, and not question it! Not question that you never answered your phone after that, never told anyone, never came back to Metropolis for any reason! Even dream you tried to tell me and I just…”

“Dream me?” Damian asked. Suddenly there were fingers stroking at Jon’s hair, and he held his breath. “You dreamed about me?”

“I thought about you every second of every day.” Jon admitted glumly. “I felt like such a loser, not being able to get over you.” He paused, curled into himself more. “For believing it all in the first place.” He shook his head. “I don’t even deserve to be sitting here next to you, Damian. I don’t.”

He felt Damian’s fingers stroke for a few more seconds, then heard Damian scoff a laugh.

“Jonathan, you’re so funny.”

Those fingers in his hair were instantly at his chin, tilting his face up and out of his hands. Damian, looking beyond exhausted, was smiling at him.

“Come lay with me.” Damian asked softly.

Jon stared up at him for a moment, let his eyes wander down the bandages and new scars, then back up. “You shouldn’t want me to.” He breathed. “In fact, you should break up with me for real, because I’m such a fucking-”

“Do you want me to?” Damian asked seriously. “Do you want me to break up with you? Would you like us to remain apart? Because if after this past month that’s what you’ve decided is best for you, then I will do my best to give it to-”

“No.” Jon said instantly. “No, I…” His breath trembled. “No, I don’t want us to be apart anymore.”

“Nor do I.” Damian agreed with a gentle smile. He laid his arm across the bed. “…Please.”

Jon stared at him for a moment, then sighed and stood, carefully floating over Damian to drop onto his other side.

Damian weakly reached up to pull Jon into his arms, like a child grabbing for a balloon, and Jon let himself be dragged into Damian’s side. Latched onto Damian’s waist and hid his face against Damian’s chest.

His heartbeat was loud now. Still slow, a little too slow for Jon’s liking, but loud, and right under Jon’s ear, right where it was supposed to be.

“I’m sorry.” Jon whispered, as he felt Damian kiss at his hair, gently run his fingers along Jon’s shoulders. “I’m so sorry, Damian.”

“You have nothing to apologize for. If anything, I should apologize to you, for what that shifting bastard did.” Damian hummed, and already Jon could sense he was falling back into unconsciousness.

Because he feels safe, Jon didn’t let himself think. He feels safe here with me.

“…I love you.” Jon breathed, closing his eyes, squeezing Damian as tightly as he dared. “I love you so much, Damian.”

“I love you as well, Jonathan.” Damian answered just as softly. “For as long as I live. No matter what anyone tells you, please always remember that.” He carefully laid his hand over the one Jon had on his hip. “…Thank you for finding me. For saving me.”

“Always.” Jon smiled, looking up at Damian. Damian’s eyes were already closed once more, his breathing evening out. “Always and forever.”

“Forever and ever.” Damian mumbled as he drifted off. Jon watched him for a few more moments, until he was sure Damian was asleep again. Then he leaned up and left a careful kiss to Damian’s cheek. Lingered for a moment, then curled up under Damian’s chin, clung to him like he was a giant teddy bear.

He let his boyfriend’s heartbeat lull him to sleep.

#Damian Wayne #jon kent #jonathan kent #jondami

[angstysebfan]

If You Love Me, Why Did You Hurt Me? 4/?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader  Other Avengers Mentioned: Everyone! Warnings: cursing

Summary: You dated Bucky for 5 wonderful years! You thought he was the one! Then, without reason, he ends your relationship, and gets a new girlfriend 2 days later! While you are both Avengers, you still have to see him, and his girlfriend.

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You’re sitting on your bed. Staring off into space. Rehab. You couldn’t believe they were sending you to rehab. It wasn’t just for the alcohol, it was to help you deal with all the feelings. Stupid feelings. 

The psychiatrist feels its because you stopped yourself from feeling any emotion when you were younger, then felt so much emotion with Bucky, that now you don’t know how to deal with it. She also feels that you have severe abandonment issues. First your parents left you when you were 3 years old. Then you were pushed from foster home to foster home. The cherry on top of all that was Bucky leaving you. 

She feels that a few months in this center with daily therapy sessions, both private and group, will help you cope with all the feelings you have. You weren’t sold, but Steve and Tony promised you, your job as an Avenger will be waiting for you, when you get out. So here you are, packing that damn duffel bag again. Waiting for Tony and Steve to bring you. 

“Hey, you need any help?” Natasha asked as she walking into your room. 

“No, I think I got everything. Just don’t want to leave” you said, looking down to the floor, tears threatening. Natasha became your best friend when you moved in. She was like a sister more than a friend. She hated that you had been doing this to yourself these past few weeks. She sat next to you and put her arm over your shoulders.

“This will help. You know you can call me anytime. Just know that I am here for you, and that I love you.” You look up and see she also has tears in her eyes. You turn toward her and give her a hug. “I love you too, Nat”, you whispered through your tears.

You both separate, when you hear a throat clearing. Steve is standing at your door. “You ready to go?” Nodding, you grab your duffel bag, and all 3 head out of the room. 

When you get down to the common room, the whole team is there. Wanda runs up and gives you a big hug. Vision pats you on the shoulder. Sam is next giving you a big hug and whispers that he will miss you, in your ear. Clint signs he loves you and gives you a hug. Tony takes your bag and heads toward the elevator. You turn around to see your friends one more time. The tears are falling down your face. “I love you all”, you say then turn and walk to the elevator. 

As Steve and Tony walk you to the car outside, you hear your name being called by the one voice you didn’t expect to hear.

“Y/N! Wait!” You turn and see Bucky running towards you. Steve and Tony step up to block him from coming closer.

“No way Barnes! You have done enough!” Tony yells trying to keep the super soldier away from you.

“Please let me say one thing! Please!” Bucky says with pleading eyes. Steve looks at you. You nod.

“2 minutes Buck, that’s it”, Steve says. Bucky nods at him and walks up to you. Steve and Tony put your bag in the trunk and get into the car, giving you some privacy.

You’re looking down at the ground trying to imagine what he could possibly say.

Bucky tries to control his breathing. “Y/N, I... I am so sorry. Sorry isn’t even the word for how bad I feel. You didn’t deserve how I ended things. I was an idiot, for multiple reasons. M-Mostly for letting you go.” He says the last thing in a whisper, but you heard it.

Your head shot up. Is he for real? He breaks up with you in the worst way possible, with no reason as to why. 2 days later comes in with another girl, then when you are on your way to rehab, because of him, he tells you he regrets breaking up with you? What. The. Hell?!

“Are you fucking serious? Are you trying to hurt me more? Do you and Brittney get off on making me suffer, or something?”

“What? No! I mean it! I miss you every day. I still love you! I will regret what I did to you every day for the rest of my life.” You look at him, trying to find the lie in his words. You don’t find it. You shake your head.

“I can’t do this right now, Bucky. I have to go.” You turn and get into the car. You don’t look at him as you pull away from the compound. Your mind going 1000 miles per hour. He missed you. He regrets hurting you. He still loves you. 

A part of you is so happy! The other part wants him to suffer. You figure you will see what happens after being away for a few months.

~ Time Jump- 3 months later~

You walk hand-in-hand up the driveway toward the compound. It’s been a long 3 months away, but you are so happy to be back home. Especially with your surprise! 

You met Aaron while in rehab. He was in there for depression as well, and you 2 really hit it off during group therapy sessions. Soon you were spending every moment possible together. He was very supportive, and listened when you told him what happened. He said, “If you were my girl, I would never let you go.” You figured why not give a relationship a try. If he could fall for you when you are at your worst, then he will definitely love you at your best! 

You enter from the elevator into the common room to see your family standing in front of a “Welcome Home” sign! You squeal as you let go of Aaron’s hand and run into a group hug. You missed them all. Even Thor came down to celebrate.

“Guys, I missed you all so much! I am so happy to finally be back home. This was the right decision, and I am so glad I did this.”

Once you all separated from the hug, you turned and reached for Aaron’s hand. “This is Aaron. He was also one of the patients at the center. He was my biggest supporter in there. We decided to try a relationship, so... he is my boyfriend!” 

Everyone stopped and looked at the man standing next to you. Shocked expressions on their faces. One by one, they smiled and introduced themselves. Then you heard a thud behind you. You turned around to see Bucky, looking at you and Aaron, an unreadable expression on his face. On the ground a bouquet of your favorite flowers. 

“Boyfriend? Wow!” Was all Bucky was able to say. He really had hoped that he would be able to win you back, but now he wasn’t so sure you would even give him a chance.

“Yes, Sergeant Barnes, boyfriend. Aaron, this is James, my ex.” Bucky winced at your words.

Aaron looks from you to Bucky, then puts a smug grin on his face. “Oh, you’re the one? Well, all I have to say is thank you. I got a pretty great girl, because of you.”

Everyone behind you gasped. You were shocked at Aarons words, but tried to not let it show. You and Bucky just kept staring at each other. Waiting to see who will make the first move. Finally, you break first.

“Where is Brittney? I thought she would be hanging off of you, like usual.” You grab hold of Aaron’s hand as you say this, rolling your eyes. 

Bucky just stared at you. “We broke up. W-Was never going to work out. I’m meant to be with someone else” Bucky said. Blushing you have to break the eye contact. But you can’t help but notice the little butterflies in your stomach at his words.

“Well.. I am sorry to hear about that.” You turn and look at your team and then at Aaron. “I think we are going to go unpack in my room before we head over to Aaron’s new place.

“We made dinner for you y/n/n” Nat says hopefully. “Please stay.”

You look at Aaron, who shrugs at you. You look back at the team, and then at Bucky, who looks down somewhat defeated. “I guess we can eat first.”

Dinner was fun. It had been so long since you ate with your team. You really missed your family. You sat in between Aaron and Nat. Bucky, unfortunately sat directly across from you. Every time you snuck a glance, he was staring at you. It unnerved you, slightly. But it also made those stupid butterflies flutter in your stomach.

Aaron was amazing. Answered every question and took every threat about hurting you in stride. After dinner, you both went up to your room. 

“Sorry about my friends, they are just really protective, especially after what happened”, you say as you put your clothes in their proper drawer. Aaron comes up from behind and wraps his arms around your waist. “I don’t mind. I enjoyed it actually. I like that they care.” 

He starts kissing your neck, which surprises you. You haven’t been touchy in your relationship, you are not sure how you feel about it. You turn around in his arms and peck him on the cheek to get him to stop.

“You ready to head to your place?” You ask. He continues to look down at you with a soft look in his eyes. Slowly his head starts moving towards yours, while stroking your cheek. You are unsure if you are ready for this or not, but by the time you make up your mind, his lips are on yours. 

Your whole body tenses as he moves his lips against yours. He seems to be completely oblivious to your awkwardness. You try to tell yourself to relax, but your body won’t listen. Then you feel his tongue swipe your bottom lip, and you quickly push away.

“Sorry. I guess I’m not ready to go down that road yet” you say anxiously. You are afraid to look at him, that he might be angry. He cups your chin and forces your to look into his eyes. He still has a very soft expression. 

“Don’t worry. We will go at your pace. I promise. I will never make you do something you don’t want to.” You smile, and hug him. 

Bucky is sitting up on the roof, drinking a beer. He keeps thinking of how you acted towards him tonight. He thought he might have a very small chance of working it out with you, but he sees that chance getting smaller now that you have that guy.

Bucky needed every ounce of control to not punch that guy out, after what he said. And he kept touching you during dinner. Bucky kept seeing red every time. You are his girl. Well, you were his girl, before he fucked it all up. 

Bucky hears the door open, and hopes to whatever god is up there that it’s you. As usual, he is disappointed to find his best friend standing in front of him, instead of you.

“You alright Buck?” Steve walks over and sits in the chair next to Bucky. Concern in his bright blue eyes. “You haven’t said much since Y/N came home.”

Bucky takes another swig of his beer, not looking at his friend. “Oh, I’m just great. Nothing like seeing all hope I had of fixing this get washed down the drain when I saw her walk in with that douche.”

“Yeah, I don’t really like the guy either. Don’t trust him, I don’t know why. But honestly pal, I don’t know how much hope you had with her anyway.” Bucky looked at Steve. 

“I know I fucked everything I had up, as usual. I honestly didn’t mean for anything to happen. I bought a ring, I was going to propose. What the hell is wrong with me?” Bucky stares off into the distance.

Steve gets up and pats Bucky on the back. “You got scared of being happy. It’s not an excuse for what you did, but it’s still the truth.”

Bucky sniffs, holding back tears. “I told you everything that happened between Brittney and I. What would you have done? I would have broken her heart, if she knew what happened. She would have left me! I don’t know if I could have taken it.”

“So instead, not only did you break her heart, you broke her completely. Buck, I know what you are saying, but be honest. You were protecting you, not her.” Steve shakes his head and starts walking back toward the door. He stops and turns toward Bucky again.

“I would have told her the truth. If she ended it, you might have had a fighting chance to win her back. I don’t like who she is with, but right now, she is the happiest she has been in months. Just let her be happy, please. If you love her, leave her alone.”

With that Steve leaves the roof. Bucky looks back at the door, tears going down his face. Steve is right. He was scared of getting hurt, so he hurt you first. You may never trust him again, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t going to fight for you.

Chapter 3   Chapter 5

Not sure how I like this chapter, but I’m interested to see where this goes. Let me know what you think! 

#bucky x y/n #bucky fanfic #bucky angst #bucky x reader #bucky fic

[thisbluespirit]

James Maxwell TV/Film List

More of a guide than a recs list, because old tv/film depends so much on availability.  It’s also hard as there’s nothing surviving that’s really like SotT for him (his voice is always slightly different, too & rarely the grand one from SotT) - I found it hard to find where to start back in the day, so I hope this makes it easier.  However, I have starred my favourites (rated for JM content only). 

I’ve divided things into categories and @jurijurijurious​ (or anyone) can make up their own mind as to what to go for.  (Also @jurijurijurious I have NO idea what old telly you’ve already seen, so forgive me if I’m telling you things you already know.)

Where to find it:  Luckily in the UK, it’s not too bad!  Network Distributing are the DVD supplier to keep an eye on (they do great online sales), you can find secondhand things cheap on Amazon Marketplace & eBay, and several Freeview channels show old TV & film, especially Talking Pictures.  I’ll note if things are on YT or Daily Motion, but they come and go all the time, so it’s always worth searching.

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Film serials (ITC mainly)

British TV made on film in the US mode with transatlantic cash, so generally pretty light,  episodic (continuity is almost unheard of) etc.  Some turn up on ITV3 & 4 on a regular basis (colour eps). 

*** Dangerman “A Date With Doris” (ITC 1964)  James Maxwell is a British spy friend of Drake’s (Patrick MacGoohan) called Peter who gets framed for murder.  Drake goes to Fake Cuba to rescue him by which time JM is dying from an infected wound and faints off every available surface, including the roof.  It’s great.  On YT.  (The boxset is v pricey if you just want 2 eps.)

“Fair Exchange” (ITC 1964) JM is a German spy friend of Drake’s called Pieter who helps him out on a case.  Not as gloriously hurt/comfort-y as the other, but it does have some excellent undercover dusting. (Why  Patrick MacGoohan has JM clones all called variations on Peter dotted around the globeis a mystery.)  On YT.

The Saint “The Inescapable Word” (ITC 1965) This is pretty terrible, but  entertaining and James Maxwell plays the world’s most hopeless former-cop-turned-security guard. With bonus collapsing.  On YT.

“The Art Collectors” (1967).  JM is the villain of the week.  It does include a v funny bit, though, where the Saint (Roger Moore) goes for JM’s fake hair (and who can blame him?  How often I have felt the same!)  This one’s in colour so should pop up on ITV3 or 4. 

The Champions “The Silent Enemy” (ITC 1968).  Surprisingly good JM content as the villain of the week who drugs sailors and steals their clothes before realising that maybe he should have worked out if he could operate a sub before he stole it.

The Protectors “The Bridge” (ITC 1974, 30 mins.)  Not worth seeking out on its own, but ITV4 seems fond of it and James Maxwell gets to do some angsting and wears purple, so it’s worth snagging if you can, but too slight otherwise.

*** Thriller “Good Salary, Prospects, Free Coffin” (ITC 1975; 1hr 10mins, I think).  James Maxwell moves in with Julian Glover and runs an overcomplicated murdery spy ring where they bicker a lot in between killing girls by advertisement and burying them in the back garden.  What could possibly go wrong??  Anyway, it’s solid gold cheese, has bonus Julian Glover and a lot of natty knitwear.  What more does an old telly fan want?  (tw: Keith Barron being inexplicably the very meanest Thriller boyfriend.)  On YT but tends to get taken down fast.

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Films

Design for Loving (1962; comedy).  Can be rented from the BFI online for £3.50.  Isn’t that great or that bad (or that funny either), but does have JM as a dim layabout beatnik, which is atypical.

***The Traitors (1962).  This is a low-key little 1hr long spy B-movie, but it’s also thoughtful and ambiguous with a nice 60s soundtrack and location work (it’s a bit New Wave-ish) and the central duo of JM and Patrick Allen are sweet and it all winds up with James Maxwell going in the swimming pool. One of the things where JM is actually American. (Talking Pictures show this occasionally & it is out on DVD as an extra on The Wind of Change.)  The quality of the surviving film is not great, though.

***Girl on Approval (1962).  A Rachel Roberts kitchen sink drama about a couple fostering a difficult teenager.  It’s dated, but it’s also really interesting for a 1950s/60s slice of life (and very female-centric) & probably the only time on this list JM played an ordinary person.

***Otley (1969).  Comedy that’s generally dated surprisingly well & is good fun, starring Tom Courtenay +cameos from what seems like the whole of British TV.  JM is an incompetent red herring & there are more cardies and glasses as well as a random barometer. 

Old Vic/Royal Exchange group productions

(Surviving works made by the group that JM was involved in from drama school to his death, made by Michael Elliott or Casper Wrede.  I like them a lot mostly, but they are all slow and weird and earnest & not everybody’s cup of tea.)

Brand (BBC 1959).  The BBC recording of the 59 Company’s (the name they were then using) landmark production, starring Patrick MacGoohan.  This was a big deal in British theatre & launched the careers of everybody involved.  It’s very relentless and weird but interesting & I’m glad they decided it was important enough to save.  First fake beard alert of this post.  It won’t be the last.  On YT & there is a DVD, which is sometimes affordable and sometimes £500, depending on the time of day.

***Private Potter (1962).  The original TV play is lost and this film has an extraneous storyline, but otherwise has most of the TV cast & gives a pretty good idea of why as a claustrophobic talky TV piece it made such an impact.  Tom Courtenay is Private Potter, a soldier who claims to have had a vision of God during a mission & James Maxwell his CO who needs to decide what to do about this strange excuse for disobeying orders.  Tw: fake eyebrows (!) and moustaches.  Only available on YT.

[???]One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovitch (1970).  Again, no DVD release (no idea why), but it is on YT.  I haven’t seen this yet, but it’s another Casper Wrede effort starring Tom Courtenay and apparently JM is especially good in it.  (I’m just not good at watching long things on YT and keep hoping for a DVD or TV showing.)

Ransom (1974).  A more commercial effort starring Sean Connery & Ian McShane; it gets slated as not being a good action movie, but is clearly meant to be more thinky and political with the edge of a thriller. JM’s part isn’t large but Casper Wrede shoots his friend beautifully, & it’s a pretty decent film with nice cinematography, shot in Norway, as was One Day.  I liked it.

[I think this post might be the longest in the world, whoops.  Sorry!]

Cardboard TV (the best bit, obv)

One-off plays etc./mini-series

Out of the Unknown “The Dead Planet” Adaptation of an Asimov short story; this is very good for JM, but hard to get hold of unless you want the boxset.  I think someone has some of the eps on Daily Motion.  (His other OotU ep is sadly burninated.)

The Portrait of a Lady (BBC 1968).  Adaptation of the novel; JM is Gilbert Osmond, so it is great for JM in quantity and his performance, but depends how you feel about him being skeevy in truly appalling facial hair.  Do the bow ties and hand-holding make up for it?  but he’s in 5 whole episodes, and Suzanne Neve, faced with Richard Chamberlain, Edward Fox, and Ed Bishop as suitors, chooses instead to marry the worst possible James Maxwell.  Relatable. XD

***Dracula (ITV 1968, part of Mystery & Imagination).  JM is Dr Seward, fainty snowflake of vampire hunters, who falls over, sobs and can’t cope for most of the 1 hr 20 mins.  More facial hair, but not as offensive as last time.  Suzanne Neve is back again, although now JM is nice, she’s married Corin Redgrave, who’s more into Denholm Elliott. Anyway, I love this so much because it turned out that I love Dracula as well as shaky old TV with people I like in getting to fight vampires and all be shippy.  Good news - TP keep showing M&I, the DVD is out, and there are two versions of it up on YT.

The Prison (Armchair Cinema 1974).  This is the one with Lincoln in it, but it’s not that great & JM isn’t in it that much, so depends how curious you are for the modern AU!  (But my Euston films allergy is worse than my ITC allergy, and I watched this when very unwell, so I may have been unfair.)

Crown Court “Fitton vs. Pusey” (1973) - part of the Crown Court series, set in a town full of clones who all keep returning to court.  JM is on trial for his behaviour in (the Korean war?  I forget?) although he ought to be on trial for his terrible moustache.  It’s not that great, but it is nice JM content.  He probably did it, but for reasons, and he wibbles & panics whenever his wife leaves the courtroom.  Also on YT.

*** Raffles “The Amateur Cracksman” (ITV 1975) - He is Inspector Mckenzie in the Raffles pilot & is a lot of fun.  At one point when there was a Raffles fandom someone in it claimed he was too gay for Raffles, which I’m still laughing about, because Raffles.  Anyway, watch out if you try to get the DVD because it is NOT included in S1, whatever lies Amazon tells. It is up somewhere online, though, I think.

Bognor “Unbecoming Habits” (1981).  Some down marks for possibly the worst 80s theme & incidiental music ever, but fun & has been shown on Talking Pictures lately.  JM is an Abbot running a honey-making friary that is actually a hotbed of spies, murder, gay sex and squash playing.  This is the point at which he chooses to strip off on screen for the first time, because strong squash-playing abbots do that kind of thing apparently.

Guest of the week in ongoing series/serials

Since even series with a lot of continuity tended to write episodes as self-contained plays (like SotT), these are usually accessible on their own.

Manhunt “Death Wish” (1970).  This is one of the most serialised shows here, but this episode is still fairly contained.  WWII drama about three Resistance agents on the run across France.  JM is... a Nazi agent & former academic trying to break an old friend (one of the series’ three leads, Peter Barkworth) with kindness, possibly??  (Manhunt is very angry and psychological & dark and obv. comes with major WWII warnings (& more if you want to try the whole thing), but it’s also v good.)  Up on YT, I think.

Doomwatch “The Iron Doctor” (BBC S2 1971).  “Doomwatch” is the nickname of a gov’t dept led by Dr Spencer Quist that investigates new scientific projects for abuse/corruption/things that might cause fish to make men infertile etc. etc.  JM is a surgeon who comes to their attention because he’s a bit too in love with his computer for the comfort of one of his more junior colleagues.  (I think it’s perfectly comprehensible & a nice guest turn, but it is hard to get hold of outside of the series DVD.  Which, being a cult TV person, I loved a lot anyway, but YMMV!)

***Hadleigh “The Caper” (S3 1973).  Hadleigh is a very middle of the road show, but watchable enough (lead is Gerald Harper, who’s always entertaining) and this is pretty self-contained as it centres around an old con-man friend (JM) of Hadleigh’s manservant causing trouble by pretending to be Gerald Harper, for reasons.  JM seems to be having a ball.

Justice 2 episodes, S3 1974.  He guests twice as an opposing barrister & gets to be part of some nice showdown court scenes.  Again, a middle of the road drama, but stars Margaret Lockwood, who was still just as awesome in the 1970s as she was in the 1930s & 40s.  On YT.

Father Brown “The Curse of the Golden Cross” (1974).  JM is an American archaeologist getting death threats; stars Kenneth More as Father Brown.  Just a note, though, that 1970s TV adaptations tended to be really really faithful and this is one of the stories where Chesterton comes out with an anti-semitic moment...  (JM was unconscious for that bit and, frankly, I envied him.)  But otherwise lots of angsting in yet another fake moustache about someone trying to kill him.

The Hanged Man “The Bridge Maker” (1975).  Confession time, I have v little idea what this one was about apart from Ray Smith being an unlikely Eastern European dictator, as this whole series went over my head and was not really my thing.  (Ask @mariocki they’re cleverer than me and liked it & can probably explain the plot!)  I don’t know if it’s available anywhere off the DVD but on a JM scale it was v good/different as he was a coldly villainous head of security & it wouldn’t be too bad to watch alone, but there was an overarching plot going on somewhere.

Doctor Who “Underworld” (1978).  This is famously one of the worst serials in the whole of classic Who, but largely because of behind-the-scenes circumstances, not the guest cast.  There is some nice stuff, though, esp in Ep1 (JM is a near-immortal alien who’d like to lay down and die but still the Quest is the Quest as they say... a lot) & it’s bound to pop up on YT or Daily Motion.  The DVD has extras that include v v brief bits of JM speaking in his actual real accent (which he otherwise does in NONE of these) & making jokes in character.  Honestly, though, this is the only DW where the behind-the-scenes doc is genuinely the most exciting bit as they desperately invented whole new technologies & methods of working to bring us this serial, and then everybody wished they hadn’t.

*** Enemy at the Door “Treason” (LWT 1978).  This is a weird episode but I love it lots - from a (v v good) series about the occupation of the Channel Islands.  (So obv warnings for WWII & Nazis.)  JM is a visiting German Generalmajor, but he’s come for a very unusual reason - to ask for help from his brother-in-law, a blackballed British army officer (Joss Ackland).  It’s all weird and low key and JM is doomed and nevertheless probably my favourite thing of his that isn’t SotT.

* The Racing Game 2 eps (1979).  Adaptation of Dick Francis’s first Sid Halley novel Odds Against (ep1) + 5 original stories for the series.  This is an interesting one - JM plays Sid’s father-in-law & they have a lovely relationship that’s central to the book BUT Dick Francis loved this adaptation and Mike Gwilym who played Sid and was inspired to write a sequel Whip Hand, which he tied in with TV canon - and adopted at least three of the cast, including JM.  Which means that all the Sid & Charles fanfic is also JM fic by default and it’s quite impressive. (There’s not much but it’s GOOD.)  On YT.

Bergerac “Treasure Hunt” (1981).  Not a major role, but pretty nice & it’s one a Christmas ep of the detective show (also set on the Channel Islands) that involved Liza Goddard’s cat burglar, which was always the best bit of Bergerac.

His guest spots in Rumpole of the Bailey (1991) “Rumpole a la Carte” and Dr Finlay (1994) are both really just cameos, but both series come round on Freeview; the Rumpole one is funny and the Dr Finlay one his last screen appearance before his death the following year.

Not worth getting just for JM: Subway in the Sky; Bill Brand and Oppenheimer.

These films only have cameos but some quite fun ones and they come around on terrestrial TV: The Damned (1962), The Evil of Frankenstein (1964) & (more briefly) Far From the Madding Crowd (1967).  (I think his cameo in Connecting Doors must be at least recognisable as someone spotted him in it just based off my gifs, but it’s not come my way yet.)  I’ve never been able to get hold of any of his radio performances, not even the 1990s one.

ETA: I forgot The Power Game! This is the one surviving series where he occurs as a semi-regular (at least until halfway through S1 when he went off to the BBC to be in the now-burninated Hunchback of Notre Dame).  This isn’t standalone, but it’s a good series and it is on YT.  See how you go with crackly old TV before you brave it but it’s the snarkiest thing ever made about people making concrete and stabbing each other in the back.  JM is a civil servant who tries to run the National Export Board and is plagued by Patrick Wymark and Clifford Evans as warring businessmen.

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[... Well, now I just feel scary.  0_o  In my defence, I have been stuck home bored & ill for years, and often unable to watch modern TV while trying to cheer myself up with James Maxwell, so I didn’t watch all of this at once.  It just... happened eventually after SotT. /waves hand 

But if anyone feels the need to unfriend my quietly at this point, I understand. /o\]

#james maxwell #masterlist #rec list #well sort of #1950s #1960s #1970s #1980s #there are some things i haven't seen #and some things i know to be extant but unreleased #everything else is burninated or status unknown

[wolferals]

🌸EX'S AND OH'S (part 2)🌸

arón piper imagine

Since so many people requested a part 2 and I got a lot of time right now, here it is! Im not very proud of it but i still hope y‘all enjoy🥰

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It has been 2 weeks since that weird dinner had taken place. You were still very sure your boyfriend didnt love you anymore but you were too attached to break up with him.

You had never spoken to him about that night and he didnt mention anything either.

Neither have you talked to Arón or Emma since and you werent sure if they were still together. Arón had told you he was going to break up with her soon but Emma would‘ve surely texted you about it, she was one of your best friends after all.

It was now Saturday afternoon and you were busy managing to get to the grocery story and then picking up your boyfriend from work.

So you grabbed your stuff and got into the car.

The shopping didnt take too long this time since there werent many people. Afterwards you drove to his workplace and parked the car to wait for him.

While you were busy scrolling through instagram, he got into the car and slammed the door shut.

„Hey.“ you smiled at him but he didnt even look at you.

He seemed mad.

„You okay?“

He just nodded while looking out the window.

You figured if you asked again, he‘d snap at you so you just started the engine and drove back home.

On the way there was this weird silence between the both of you until he sighed loudly and said:“We gotta end this y/n. Pull over there.“

You looked at him for a second and checked for a spot to pull over.

„What?“ you asked and stopped the engine.

„You heard me. I cant be with you anymore. Im sorry, i know thats not fair but i cant be with someone who doesnt love me anymore.“

You couldn’t believe him. „You“ didnt love him anymore?

„Its better for both of us.“ he ended and grabbed his backpack.

„What are you doing?“ you asked confused as he opened the door.

„Its better if you just pack your stuff soon. Maybe you can stay with your parents for a while.“

And he slammed the door.

Now he wanted you to move out?!

You were so mad! Not even sad. Not a single bit. You were fucking furious how he just kicked you out like this.

You could theoretically stay with your parents but you really didnt want to.

So you thought about it for a bit and tried to calm down so you could drive home.

As if the angels had spoken, your phone rang.

You looked for it in your bag and spoke:“Hello?“

-„Hey y/n.“ You heard Aróns voice answer you.

He was right on time.

„He broke up with me.“ was all you managed to say. „5 minutes ago.“ you continued.

You heard him sigh through the phone.

„Im sorry bout that. Emma and I broke up too. Yesterday. Well I broke up with her.“

You swallowed. „Are you okay?“ you softly asked him and bit your lip.

He coughed once before speaking up. „Sí, I‘m good. Do you want me to come over?“

-„Not right now. I have to pack. He kind of kicked me out.“

Arón immediately yelled:“He did what?!“

You swallowed again. „Yeah he did. He said I should move to my parents'.“

He didnt reply at first. Then he spoke:“Alright grab your stuff and come here.“

You just nodded even though he wasnt able to see it.

„Okay.“ you whispered.

„Okay.“ he softly spoke back.

Then you hung up.

And eventually managed to drive back home just to madly throw all your clothes and other things into two big suitcases. You just wanted go get out of there before he came back home.

Maybe it had all been planned by him. The whole Emma thing? I mean, you werent sure if they were a couple but the way they acted at the dinner it sure looked like it.

You then grabbed the groceries you had just bought and your two suitcases and hovered it all into you little car.

And then you took off to Arón‘s place.

On the way you quickly called him (ofc with the hands-free-device) that you‘d be there soon so he could maybe help you carry your stuff.

Once you got there he was already waiting outside the building and greeted you as he approached you.

„Hey girl.“ he said and pulled you in a tight warm hug.

„How are you feeling?“ he asked.

You nodded and replied:“I‘m okay. Thanks for all this.“

He had grabbed your suitcases and smiled at you.

„Of course. Just come on, get comfortable.“ He opened the door to his apartment and carried your stuff to his living room.

„You want a drink?“

-„Yes please.“

You both walked to the kitchen and he grabbed a bottle of tequila.

„Shots?“ You just nodded.

2 hours later

You both were now slightly drunk and joking around on his couch while soft music was filling up the tense room.

„Man I need some air.“ He spoke and got up, stumbling slightly.

„Where are you going?“

You sat up and touched your forehead.

„Come on.“

You stood up as well and he opened the balcony door.

„Fire escape.“ he said and grabbed your hand.

He was more drunk than you. He could barely walk, but you felt fine besides the slight tipsiness.

You supported him on the way up the fire escape until you were standing on the roof.

You noticed some chairs and empty beer bottles. As well as a hammock that was hanging inbetween a post and a column.

„Wow.“ you smiled and enjoyed the view over the lively business of Madrid.

„I know.“ he replied as he was standing right next to you.

You both just stared down at the lights until you felt something tickle your fingers.

Looking down you noticed that Aróns fingers were dancing around yours until he finally grabbed onto your hand to hold it tight.

„Its really beautiful.“ You managed to say while blushing as hell.

It was different than holding hands with your now-ex boyfriend. You didnt feel like it was just holding hands, it was more than that. It gave you a tingly, nice feeling.

„It is.“ he spoke and slowly pulled you to the back of the roof. In the dim lights of the city you could see a wooden bench with a small fireplace in front that looked like it hasnt been lit in ages.

„Thats my spot.“ arón explained and sat down next to you.

His hand was resting on your thigh as you both kept looking at the wonderful view over Madrid.

„Arón?“ you then asked quietly.

-„Hm?“ he asked back.

You sat up straight and looked at him.

„Why exactly did you break up with her?“

He smiled and turned his head away from you.

„You know the answer.“

You shook your head. „No I dont, thats why I asked.“

Arón chuckled cutely before replying:“Guess.“

No reason popped up in your head besides the fact that he might not have loved her anymore.

„Tell me.“ you demanded and grabbed his hand off your leg.

He laughed again and then finally looked at you.

„I could show you.“

You nodded.

And after he smiled at you once again, he brought his hand up to your cheek to caress it softly.

He kept staring into your eyes, then his brown eyes fell to your lips and back up to your eyes.

You knew exactly what he was going to do and you kind of knew it was too soon because your ex broke up with you not even 3 hours ago but it did feel like the right thing to do.

Aróns face came closer and you already closed your eyes to enjoy this moment.

Then you felt his soft lips on your and just let go.

You fully concentrated on him and this very moment. All your thoughts were gone and all you did was kiss him.

After a couple of seconds you pulled away and smiled at him.

He smiled too. Everything felt perfect until you suddenly felt very very strange.

Your stomach didnt feel good.

And before you could react, your head shot around and you threw up on the ground to your right.

Arón instantly held your hair back before you noticed him laughing.

You finished your business and came back up to him.

„Sorry.“ you apologized and wiped a bit of saliva off your mouth.

„Am I that bad of a kisser?“ he joked and stroked your red cheek.

You laughed too and replied:“Maybe. Maybe we have to do this again another time so you can improve.“

Arón took your face in his hands and said:“Alright, teach me then.“ before placing a soft kiss on your forehead and whispering one last word:“Babygirl.“

#elite #aronpiper #cute #preference #omander #aronxreader #ander #preferences #smut

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Hi Bebz, could I get a Minhyuk drabble? Maybe something cute/funny with lots of hugs and stuff. Thank you very much!! 🥰

Hi Bebz - hope you’re doing alrighty. I’m sorry if you’ve been waiting too long. But here is your Minhyuk drabble. I hope you’ll like it! :)

Pairing: Minhyuk x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Food & Rain

It was late at night. The moon was bright and up in the sky. The stars were shining as you looked up.

“It’s pretty isn’t it?” You said still looking up and seeing some dark clouds covering most of the stars.

“As pretty as you are” your head turned to your boyfriend as he stared at you. You let out a laugh and hugged the side of his body.

“So cheesy today. I love it” you kissed his cheek as you still held on to his arm. Minhyuk was grinning from ear to ear He placed a quick kiss to your forehead as you continued your way to the restaurant.

The restaurant was almost 20 minutes away from Minhyuks house and almost 15 minutes away from yours. Minhyuk wanted to drive and whines as you insisted to walk the way and enjoy the night sky and the fresh air.

“Finally” he said sprinting a little to open the door for you. “I’m not only starving I’m exhausted now”

“Mimimimi old man..” he laughed at your comment as you walked past him inside. Him following you right behind.

The restaurant was quite busy but looking directly at the people most of them were ready to leave just drinking their last glasses and chatting.

“Hello 2?” A woman smiled at you holding two fingers up. You nodded as she turned around. You followed her as she guided you to your table.

You thanked her as Minhyuk immediately plumed down on one chair sighing. “Don’t be so dramatic” you sat down and pushed your chair further to the table.

“We walked almost an hour. I’m hungry and tired”

“Minhyuk we walked 20 minutes. I should be the one complaining I walked almost 20 minutes to your house as well before we walked here” He rolled his eyes as you laughed at him. He could be such a baby sometimes.

“That’s it?” Minhyuk nodded and he handed the menu back to the lady who gladly accepted your orders. She smiled down at him almost flirting as she walked away.

“Someone fell in love with you” you said wiggling your eyebrows and taking a sip of your drink. “Yeah I hope you did” you giggled at his comment, placing your glass down and grabbing his hand. “Cutie”.

The food was served and you started. You didn’t say a word at first just enjoying the food. It was perfect and you loved it. Minhyuk was head over heels in love with the food, moaning out a “oh my god this is so good” from time to time.

After almost everything that even looked like food disappeared into your stomaches as you sat back and sipped at your drink again. Minhyuks battery was now fully charged as he plappered away telling you his thoughts and making you laugh the whole time.

“It’s raining” He said while looking out the front door of the restaurant. You were almost getting ready to pay and leave as you discovered the hard rain pouring outside.

“Let’s stay a little longer and then leave.” You nodded at his words. He smiled at you and winked. “Ew don’t do that” you said laughing. “I’m just trying to be cute”

“You are already cute” you took his hands into yours and squeezed them, smiling brightly at him.

30 minutes later the rain doesn’t seem to stop anytime soon. You were standing next to Minhyuk in front of the restaurant door. He was holding your hand and with his other free hand he was holding his phone calling a taxi.

“I told you to take the car” he said looking over at you. He laughed at you rolling your eyes at him as he placed another kiss to your forehead.

“Is the taxi coming?” You turned to face him, lifting your hand and playing with his hair looking straight to his face. He looked down at you smiling. He leaned in and kissed your lips. Soft lips meeting for a quick kiss as he pulled away. “Yes it’ll be here soon”.

His arm draped over your shoulders you waited for the taxi to come, watching the raindrops fall onto the glass door. “It looks pretty” “yeah it does” he looked back at you, smiling and watching you.

The taxi arrived as you both opened the restaurant door. His arm still draped over your shoulders you run towards the taxi and immediately opened the door. The pouring rain drained your clothes but you two were too busy laughing at the situation.

“You’re coming with me” you looked at him confused as he took your hand. “Inside. You’re staying with me until the rain stops.” “But the rain is not going to stop Minhyuk” “Exactly”.

After the ten minutes drive the taxi held in front of the building, making it easier to get out of the Carr without getting more wet from the rain since there was a roof.

You were about to pay the taxi when Minhyuk gave him the money. “You payed the food so we’re quit” he winked again. You got off the car waiting for Minhyuks Hand as he guided you to the house.

“Are you sure it’s not going to be weird?” “Why would it be weird? You already know the boys” “Yeah okay”

Walking inside Minhyuk yelled “I’m having (Y/N) here so please wear clothes.”

You laughed as you heard one of the guys, which was Kihyun walk towards you. “You could have told me we’re getting company so I would have cleaned a bit” he scolded Minhyuk a little making you laugh.

“Hi (Y/N) so nice to meet you” he hugged you warmly.

“Good you’re here. You’re changing room with me”

“What”

“I take your room for the night. You sleep with Changkyun”

“Wait what no”

“Yes I need a room alone with (Y/N)” your eyes widened. “Minhyuk stop” you said hitting his arm.

“What are you talking about” you said laughing.

“You’re sleeping here and you’re definitely not sleeping with me and Changkyun in one room so” he looked back at Kihyun. “Your room is mine for tonight”

“Umm okay..” Kihyun said looking at you. “I’m sorry” you said shaking your head and earning a laugh from him. “Don’t worry. I’ll sleep with Changkyun for tonight. Just please don’t do any nasty stuff on my be-“ “Okay oh my god” you said stopping him.

Minhyuk laughed guiding you to Kihyuns room. “You could have told me that I stay here for the night. I thought I’ll stay until the rain stops.”

“The rain won’t stop until tomorrow. So you might as well stay that long”

“But I don’t have any pajamas”

“Yeah I do. You can take mine” he said rummaging in Kihyuns shelf.

“But isn’t it Kihyuns?”

He stopped for a moment and turned back to you.

“Yeah.. right. I’ll be right back” you laughed as he run out of the room. You placed yourself down on the bed. “How chaotic is this boy” you said.

“He’s just nervous you’re here” Wonho said standing at the door way. You laughed at got up from the bed to greet him. “I’m happy you’re here.” He said taking you into a hug. “Good Night. Your nervous prince is coming” he said making you laugh again.

Minhyuk was sprinting towards you. “Here you go. Change and come to bed so we can chill”

“How romantic”

“Always for you” he said smiling.

You slipped into the bed next to Minhyuk who was scrolling through Twitter on his phone. “What are you doing?” You places your head on his shoulder and hugged his waist watching his phone.

“Just looking threw twitter”

You stayed like this for a while, watching funny videos or laughing at funny comments.

The rain outside didn’t seem to stop anytime soon and you were happy it won’t. The sound so relaxing that you almost fell asleep on top of your boyfriend. He played with your hair and kissed your forehead from time to time. It was nice and quite. Just you and him.

“I love you”

“I love you too weirdo” he laughed as you looked up. You leaned in and kissed him. Warm and tingly.

#monsta x #monsta x fluff #monsta x imagines #minhyuk fluff #minhyuk imagines #minhyuk drabble #minhyuk #wonho #hoseok #shownu #hyungwoo #hyungwon #changkyun #kihyun #jooheon

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Holding Back The Fool Again [B. Hargrove x you]

Series: part 2 of Galapogos

Summary: This is Billy’s definition of extending an olive branch. Screwed and without shrewdness, kind of like him.

Inspiration: Mellon Collie & The Infinite Sadness by The Smashing Pumpkins (1995) in its entirety.

Word Count: 3073  Warnings: profanity, angst, and mentions of abuse.

Written Date: 07/24-31/2019  Posted Date: 8/1/2019

[PART 1]< >[PART 2]

“Hey.”

He’s not sure if the breathy sigh actually left his lips or if the rustling leaves toyed with his ears. What he does know for sure is that there’s a cool moisture on his upper lip, the impressive one-fifty he lifts is still no challenge to the old tree outside your window, and that even with sleep-mussed hair you’ve never looked better.

The rays of the sun kiss his skin, warming him up to the bone as if home is trying to plunge some needed coaxing through his thick skull. The sun knows he ran once; any discouragement will send him running again. It’s the way God carved Billy’s mechanics—inside the tough exterior is just a lost boy, a coward who’s on the verge of finally having enough of what’s been granted to him before he could even form a coherent sentence.

A reflection bounces off his Virgin Mary pendant, flashing threateningly close to your pupils. It’s the universe giving him a clue that if there’s ever the right time to make eye contact with the one you love, it’s now. Now, in what could be the final moment he has to prove to himself that he isn’t the man his father said he is and prove to you that he’s not just another copy-cat of David.

Is Billy another David? When he first came to your little town, you would have said yes. When you started riding in his Camaro and showing up to social events with his arm around your waist, David hardly crossed your mind. Now? You aren’t so sure, about anything. You don’t even know why you haven’t slammed the window on his gorgeous face. Your best friend Judilyn would have, so what’s stopping you?

Billy Hargrove has never been a perfect suitor. For heavens sake, the heroism he displayed when he saved your camera was soon followed by insulting you on your first date. And, Billy Hargrove’s relationship skills sometimes make you wonder why he’s even with you, or you with him. He has terrible mood swings, sometimes pushing you away so that he can have some time to himself to lift weights and not have a “woman nag at him all the time.” As if he’s not the one who clings onto you about seventy-percent out of a hundred.

He smokes so much that it has created a force-field around him, made up of cancerous fumes. You swear you’ve never inhaled as much second-hand smoke before getting to know him. The smell penetrates into your hair, your wardrobe, and soon your parents water bills were raising through the roof. After your parents started lecturing you and the scent of nicotine made a surprise appearance in your sheets, you had to lay down some strict rules: Billy can no longer smoke with the windows rolled up, Billy can no longer smoke half-an-hour before entering your house, and Billy had to promise to cut back. Not just for your sake, but his as well.

You’re not an unrealistic idiot though. You’ve seen this addiction before with your own grandfather. You’ve seen the continuous cycle of grandpa crushing the cigarette box in his hands and throwing it out only for you to find fresh cigarettes littered in your grandma’s rose bushes the next week. So, it’s not hard to imagine Billy sparking up an extra cancer stick before he’s supposed to meet with you. Especially when he comes over with an extra spritz of cologne and Binaca spearmint masking his breath.

But, as the breeze tickles your nose and wraps loosely around his dirty-blond curls in gentle tugs, you cannot detect the toxic bubble that embraces him. Nor the hours old musk of his favorite Pour Homme, but just the basic nature of the body detoxifying.

He’s here, without the calming of his disgusting addiction nor the courage of a strong drink on his breath.

And his voice. 

You’ve never heard it so…without its punch of beef-packed testosterone, without the fresh singe of tobacco on his vocal cords. So helpless. So vulnerable. So unlike Billy. But, it’s been inside him all along, waiting to be pulled apart by willing hands. Hands willing to tear apart his skeleton, push past the muck of sticky blood and pulsing intestines, and cradle the most important organ of all.  

And he thinks he’s felt—still feels—that pleasant pain of guts being twisted and torn apart whenever you’re around to mindlessly play with his fingers while you two watch a rented movie. To call out on his bullshit when anger either makes him too quiet or too loud. To wrap your arms around him when his father’s had swung the hour before just because Billy had forgotten to pick up one fucking gallon of milk.

Earlier that day when everyone was beginning to gather around in the school’s parking lot to see who’d win the fight between Billy and David, love’s affliction was still harshly pulling at his heart strings. And only when you’d hit the ground was it slowly being replaced by something else—a cold numbing from a lidocaine needle.

He wants to shake off this empty, suffocating, cushionless envelop made by the devil, and repent under your plum-like palms. Repent until you stop looking at him like he’s a wolf in sheep’s clothing.

He’s Billy, and he’ll always be your Billy. But, maybe that only makes it scarier.

The telephone downstairs begins to ring again—you’ve since disconnected yours after just minutes of continuous phone call after the other. You turn to face your bedroom door in temptation, looking past polaroids and the photographs that Jonathan had taught you to develop in the dark room. Memories of you with Judilyn and your group of friends. Moments in time of you and Billy’s blossoming relationship, featuring his douchy friends. All taped along the smooth surface.

Your fingertips get ready to push off the lower sash of the window.

“Please.”

You turn your head back to Billy.

He licks his pink lips and parts them again. “Don’t leave.”

“Why?” You immediately flinch at the croak in your voice. This isn’t how you imagined the confrontation with Billy to go. Actually, you somehow just thought you’d live in your bed forever with your teddy bear and Billy would fall off the face of the earth.

Instead, he’s just outside your window with bits of bark under his fingernails and the setting sun casting a halo around his crown. The whole view is a magnificent renaissance painting; every detail crafted with expertise and purpose, such as the way pink creeps up on the clouds and how you can count every freckle on Billy’s face.

Yet, you cannot find any of this to mean something. Not when classmates you barely talk to are keeping your line busy just to check up on you while he can’t even form the words that are caught in his throat.

His eyes study the inflamed skin of your palms then cut to the smudges that trail along the side of your right thigh. Through clenched teeth, he sucks in a breath of air. “Can I come in?”

You pause for a moment, even though you hadn’t expected anything else after he decided to claw his way up your window with far less grace than Judilyn’s ladder method (or your ex-boyfriend’s favorite: pounding his fists on your front door at two in the morning and waking up the entire house). Your finger tips weigh the odds by tapping on the painted wood, and only when you take a couple steps away from the window does Billy’s glistening pecks gently deflate.

The poodle designs on your sock-clad feet are more interesting than Billy as he extends a long leg through the opening, or so you convince yourself. But you don’t have to watch him to know that Billy’s glancing around your neat bedroom, checking for ripped up photographs or thrown mixed tapes—any sign that tells him that you’ve terminated things on your end of the hemisphere.

The only thing out of place, as he’s come to conclude, are the messed up sheets. The flannel is crinkled in a way that he’s familiar with; he’d never tell anyone that he’s had his fair share of finding comfort between blankets without a girl writhing in pleasure beneath him. Billy can almost picture you on your side with your knees tucked into your chest and your chin to your neck—he’d rather not focus on that.

You’re still standing by your mirror with eyelashes hiding the prettiest pair of irises he’d come across in Hawkins.

Billy’s never understood your damn patience. There was this time when Billy had walked the couple extra yards from your locker to yearbook class to pick you up for lunch, and he’d walked in on Pam Dubinsky giving you backhanded compliments on your poster designs for the new yearbook while you had stood there without saying a word. He knew about the countless hours you’d spent on your bedroom floor sketching up clever concepts while he would drift off and on on your plush mattress, and he knew all that hard work wasn’t just for some jealous bitch to tell you that her’s was better.

He had taken some loud steps forward and his tongue had been ready to snap away at her when you calmly raised your hand at him, prompting him from getting any closer and intervening, and kindly told the girl who had slept with your ex-boyfriend that no one would appreciate an amateur design on their yearbooks, especially not after such a long school year and that Pam should think about David—mediocre head and a mediocre yearbook? Talk about heartbreak.

It took so much of Billy to keep from laughing and humiliating that bitch any further, but above that he was proud of you for sticking up for yourself without sinking to her level. Malice disguised as a sugar cane had become his new favorite flavor.

Except, he quickly learned that your patience combined with his drastic mood swings brought him an unfamiliar peace that frustrates him just as much. He knows how to spurt out insults and give and receive bruises—that’s easy; that’s second-nature. But, keeping his ears from turning red and his breath under control is a whole other field. How does anyone do that?

But then you sniffle, and he realizes your shoulders are trembling as your hands struggle to clasp together. You’re not just waiting for him to make the first move, but you’re cowering. Over the fact that Billy’s so fucking reckless. Over the fact that Judilyn and your other friends were right, that Billy isn’t capable of anything but serving you pain as dessert on a silver platter. Over the fact that Billy’s anger can blind him of your presence, and has caused him to put his hands on you. Over the fact that just his puppy eyes alone can throw out your free will, and allow him into your bedroom. Over the fact that you’re still willing to hear him out.

“Prove to her that everyone in this shithole is wrong about you.”

Max’s voice still rings clearly in his head, and he doesn’t think he’ll ever forget it. At least not while you shrink into yourself in front of your mirror, but he’s trying to look on the bright side for once: you’re blocking his crumbling tower.

His mouth is so parched that swallowing proves worthless, but he knows he has to keep pushing. The photographs on your door call back to him, and his head rolls on his shoulders towards them.

“Do you remember when your dad almost caught me hiding in your closet?”

Your gaze on the carpet shifts a little closer to him.

A smile almost touches his lips. “You would’ve gotten in trouble if you didn’t have that Mount Everest of stuffed animals piled in there to hide me.”

The stuffed animals from your childhood had been the last thing you wanted Billy to discover about you. You had decided to donate most of them at the local Goodwill on your thirteen birthday, but your sentimental attachment to them kept you from tossing them every time. So you kept them hidden in your closet like a dirty secret, and had meant to never let the tough Billy find them. You were mortified that he’d think you were just some innocent little girl and that he wouldn’t want to be with you anymore, but he didn’t care. Sure it was a little funny, but he revealed he still had a little brown bear of his own that his mother gave him when he was six in his underwear drawer.

“Or that time when my boxers somehow got inside your hamper and your mom washed them, thinking they were your brother’s?” Billy holds in a chuckle. “And your brother was too dumb to realize they weren’t his and wore them for like a week straight.”

A sound leaves your throat. Half-giggle. Half-sob. It’s hard to differentiate whether that’s good or bad. The back of your wrist meets your nose, rubbing softly.

“There was also that one time when no one but Max and Judy knew we had skipped town for a couple days to go see Quiet Riot in Indianapolis,” he scans a particular Polaroid snap shot that was taken at the motel pool, “All we could afford was one night in some sleazy motel room, eating greasy fast food.” He looks at you again, “It was worth it. Never thought you could make a shitty mattress comfortable.”

The corner of your chapped lips tugs up. “Your chest does makes a great pillow, Hargrove.”

The shy smile is gone sooner than it appeared.

His torso appears in front of you as his warm palms find their way to your hair. Thumbs wipe away the sticky streaks on your rosy cheeks, and then gently caresses them.

He wants you to really look at him, but he finds it a small victory when you don’t duck beneath his arms as he envelops you in a desperate hold. When you don’t pull away after he buries his face in your neck. And when you don’t push him away after you hear him suck back the gunk that’s formed in his stuffed nose nor when something wet drips onto your bare collar bones.

“I’m sorry.” His voice is muffled into your shoulder.

Billy knows that your parents have been away, and he guesses by the missing Mustang in your driveway that your older brother must be down at the run-down waterhole with a couple of pig-headed buddies, so he’d been expecting your house to be devoid of its usual mumbling and lively noises that is such an integral part of it. He’d been relieved at first because that meant he wouldn’t have to deal with your angry parents or a careless-yet-overprotective brother, but now that you are keeping quiet Billy has nothing to grasp onto except this energy that’s barely hanging onto life support between you two.

Billy squeezes you a little tighter, praying that you somehow absorb his thoughts, his guilt, his regret, his love, and his fear. “Okay? I’m sorry for…being a piece of shit. I never meant for that to happen—never dreamt of it.”

The saltiness settles on his taste buds. “I promise I’m not David—I’m not my fucking father.”

Your finger nails run up his spine until they’re digging into the curls on the back of his neck. “I know.”

After just moments of softly scratching his scalp, you pull away and bring your arms into your ribs. The apology is left in the stale air around the two of you, but Billy doesn’t blame you. Lord knows that he’d never forgive his father even if he crawled through hell and back and begged him.

Billy untangles your arms from beneath your chest and leads you into the bathroom down the hall with every intention on washing away every negative emotion down the drain, “Come on, I’m gonna take care of you.”

This reluctance that stops you from letting go of the events that transpired in the parking lot is a million time better than being left to choke on the dust of drifting tires. If anything, Billy accepts this as a start in restoring what once was. Your patience taught him that much.

As the cascading water heats up and clothes hit the tiles one by one, Billy swears to himself that the fool inside him will not be in charge of steering the outcome that involves you. And as he takes a washcloth and some Dove soap to your palms, he promises to you he’ll never give you another reason to silence the ugly snort he fell in love with.

Fin.

To everyone who requested a part 2: @whatthefuckkrichard @basic-fragment @toobsessedsstuff @nightshade7117 @banannie25

A/N: This series has quickly turned into a sort of love note to the album Mellon Collie & The Infinite Sadness by The Smashing Pumpkins (1995). Give it a listen; it’s so rich and poetic and fit for everyone’s tastes. And, it’s only 28 songs! Anywho, feedback is strongly appreciated. I tried to keep a similar style of narrative as the previous one but struggled to come up with something both realistic and satisfying. Hope I did it justice.

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove x you #stranger things imagine #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things #billy x reader

[lovemychoices]

Always Be My Driver - A RoD Rom-Com [Colt x MC/Logan x MC]. CH 5

Book : RIDE OR DIE

PAIRING : Colt x MC/ Logan x MC

SUMMARY: Emma and Colt have been childhood best friends since forever, they were both inseparable. In middle school they became something more but when Colt had to move with his mom away from LA all the way to Miami, things started to change between them. A small misunderstanding leads to the end of their relationship. 6 years later they meet again at the most unlikely place. Will Emma and Colt be able to mend what has been broken between them? Or will it continue to crash and burn?

Characters except my OCs belong to Pixelberry, I am just borrowing them

Word count : 3262

Chapter Summary: All secrets eventually come to light.

A/N : Posting from my phone so like tag this under #long post. Sorry for any grammatical errors! I didn’t really have the time to double check my work.

Warning : I’m rating this PG18 cause there will probably be PG18 stuff that’s going to happen in future chapters. So if you read this series you acknowledge that.

Catch up with the series HERE

Dear Diary,

It’s been a few days since that night in Colt’s room and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about him. Do I still have feelings for him? Does he still have feelings for me?

Emma shakes her head at the thought.

Gosh I feel like the worst girlfriend ever, I have the best boyfriend in the world, who loves and trusts me. Yet here I am thinking about if Colt Kaneko still has feelings for me. With everything that’s been going on I’ve been debating whether or not I should come clean and tell Logan about it.

*****

Emma stands in front of her vanity mirror putting on the finishing touches of her make up. She and Logan had plans to go out tonight, it was their fourth double date with Riya and Darius and she couldn’t wait to hangout with them, especially if it meant she could get Colt off her mind.

The door to the loft opens and she beams when she sees it Logan walking in. “Hey beautiful, I haven’t seen you all day.” He murmured in a low husky voice while wrapping his arms around her waist and slowly tracing kisses down her neck. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed you.”

Emma Lets out a soft giggle. “But we just saw each other this morning.”

“Has it been that long already?”He continues to nip the side of her neck.

“Mmm... Logan .. Our friends are expecting us at the movies, we’re going to be late if you keep distracting me like this.”

“They can wait.. Right now I need you.” He slowly unties the knot on her robe, letting it fall to the floor leaving only her lingerie on. He spun her around and lifts her on top of the dresser, immediately capturing her lips in a heated kiss.

Emma wraps her leg around his waist, running her hand through his hair, a soft moan escapes her as she feels his warm lips pressed on her bare skin. “Logan, bed now.” She whimpers and he gave her a mischievous grin.

He swiftly lifts her up and carries her to the bed, gently throwing her on the mattress. He quickly takes off his shirt and jeans before getting on top of her. Emma pulls him in for a hungry kiss as Logan’s hand slowly traces tantalizing motions from her jaw then her breast all the way inside the waistband of her laced panties.

“Oh Logan..”

BAM! The door swings right open. Emma immediately pushes Logan off the bed and he falls to the hardwood floor with a loud thud. She grabs the blanket covering her half naked body.

“What the fuck Mona, don’t you knock? People are half naked over here!”

Mona snorts. “Oh please if I see something I haven’t seen before, I’ll throw a dollar at it.”

“What do you want, Mona?” Logan scowls.

“Boss wants to see you before you go out. I suggest you put on some pants before you do.” She grins.

Logan rolls his eyes at Mona before gathering his scattered clothes off the floor. He puts his jeans and shirt back on then heads out the door.

“Piece of advise Em, next time you and pretty boy over there are having at it, make sure you lock the door first. Wouldn’t want the wrong person barging in.”

*****

At the movies Emma and Riya stares at a poster that’s currently featured on the wall. Both the ladies were waiting for the guys to buy their popcorn and drinks. “Is it just me or does Matt Rodriquez looks like he doesn’t age?” Emma admiringly said with her arms crossed.

“I think he could be in his 50’s and still look like his in his late 30’s” Riya replied then turns to see if the guys were done but someone else catches her eye. “Um.. Emma, is it just me or does that guy over there remind you of Colt Kaneko?”

Emma’s breath hitched when she heard his name. Maybe Riya is mistaken, she hasn’t seen him in like forever. Emma slowly turns to where Riya is looking her eyes go wide. Holy Crap, it’s really him. What the hell is he doing here? “Emma are you alright?” But Riya’s words go unheard as she stomps over towards Colt.

“Colt? What are you doing here?”

Colt gives a half shrug. “Why else would someone go to the movies?”

“Wait, why does it sound like the two of you have already met before?” Riya asks with a confused look on her face.

“Well yeah, it’s hard not to run into each other when you live and work under the same roof.” Colt replies then arches an eyebrow at Riya. “I thought you knew?”

Emma closes her face with the palm of her hand, in the weeks since Colt arrived she didn’t mention any of it not even once to Riya during their calls or when they texted.

“Oh really?” Riya turns to Emma quirking an eyebrow at her. “Huh.. Must have slipped my mind.”

A few seconds later a young petite brunette approaches Colt and hooks her arm around his. “Sorry for keeping you waiting, the line at the restroom was just a total nightmare.” She smiles, turning her attention to Emma and Riya, eyeing them from head to toe. “I’m sorry'' Who are you?”

Colt gently slips his arm out from the brunette before introducing them. “Jean, this is Emma and Riya. Their friends of mine back when I lived in LA. Emma and Riya meet Jean, she also goes to MIT.”

“Ah so you two go to school together?” Emma chimes in. “Are you here for summer break?”

“Only for a few days.. Colt promised he’d show me around if I was ever in town.” She replies, looking fondly at Colt. “He sort of owes me after helping him with his robotics project last semester.”

“Well I’m sure you’ll have lost of fun if Colt’s your tour guide.” Emma gives Jean a gingerly smile before giving Colt a look. I hope you fall and hurt yourself, you asshole!

Just then Logan and Darius saunter towards the group holding two large buckets popcorn and a few soft drinks. When Logan notices Colt, he glares at him. “What are you doing here?”

“Not here to see you, if that’s what you’re implying” He answers in a disdain tone then turns to Darius. “Darius, haven’t seen you in a while.”

“Colt Kaneko? it’s been so long! Man I’d give you a hug but my hands are tied.” He gestured to the tub of popcorn and drinks in his hand. “How long have you been in town?”

“Okay! While I’d love to see where this reunion is going, don’t forget we have a movie to catch which starts in like 2 minutes.” Emma quickly interrupted. If she had to be in the same place as Colt and his date she’d just lose it. This couldn't get any worse. But she spoke too soon, turns out Colt and his date were watching the same movie too and they were seated right in front of her and Logan. She couldn't keep her eyes off Colt and Jean the whole time, she practically almost missed the first half of the movie. What was it that was bugging her so much?

Halfway towards the end of the movie, Emma sees Jean slowly cozying up to Colt and she didn't know what came over her next but she abruptly gives a strong kicks on Colt's Chair making a thud sound startling him and his date. They both turn to look at her with their eyebrows raised while Logan eyes her suspiciously. "Sorry… I got excited from the scene." She said dryly.

Colt whispers something into his date's ear then shortly after he gets up and walks out of the theatre. Emma anxiously taps her fingers on the arm of the chair. Where does he think he's going?! "Hey I’m out of milk duds." She lied.

“Want me to go out and get some more?”

“No, I’ll get them myself. I need a quick run to the ladies room anyway.” She said giving him a chaste kiss before going out. Emma scans around the hall to see where Colt went. When she does she quickly follows him not realizing where he went. "What do you think you’re doing?!”

"Christ! Emma what are you doing in here?!" Colt jumps up, quickly zipping his pants. "You do know this is the men's room right?"

Holy shit! He's right! It's alright you've been in more humiliating situations before. "Don't change the subject, why are you following me?"

"Uh…I’m not the one in the mens room?" He gives her a sly grin. "What’s this really about, Emma?"

“I.. I don’t know what you mean.” She mumbled nervously with her eyes downcast. Colt scoffed. “You know exactly what I mean.. Did you think I wouldn't notice you intentionally kicking the back of my head just as things between me and Jean were getting comfy? Just admit it Em, you’re jealous.”

Don’t let him get to you. “As if…” She replied with a scoff. “I see something’s haven’t changed, Colt. You’re still as narcissistic as ever.”

“And you still can’t lie to me even if your life depended on it.” He retorts, stepping closer towards her. She could feel her heart pounding as he stands right in front of her, their body’s barely an inch away from each other. Once again they found themselves in the same position as the night before, both gazing into each other’s eyes with a sense of longing and their lips only one move away from a kiss. Do it already, just kiss me.

Colt takes one more step forward slowly leaning in, Emma could feel her heart pounding fast. She closes her eyes ready for what's about to come when she hears the sound of something being pulled out. She opens her eyes and see Colt taking a few pieces of toilet paper from the dispenser behind her. “You were in the way.”

She immediately felt her cheeks flush but tries to hide how embarrassed she was. “Okay.. So I need to go back to the movie before my boyfriend who I love very much gets worried.” She turns on her heels and bites her tongue hoping he wouldn’t notice that she thought he was going to kiss her because the last thing she needed was to be humiliated by Colt.

****

After the movies Emma, Logan, Riya and Darius continued their double date for dinner at a new korean restaurant. They were greeted by a waitress who started taking their orders. “Emma what are you going to order? Logan asked.

But Emma was too busy paying attention to her phone, stalking Colt’s date on pictagram to bother with everyone else around her. So she goes to MIT with Colt and She’s a sophomore. Originally from Boston. Urgh.. She’s a cat person! Well that would never work because Colt’s allergic to cats, plus he’s a dog person just like me. A new picture pops up on her pictagram. No he didn’t is that Barry’s Ice Cream shop? He took her to our favorite ice cream shop! Wait there is no reason to be jealous you’ve taken Logan there plenty of times.

“Earth to Emma!” She finally snaps out of it Her thoughts.“Huh what?”

“It’s your turn to order..” Riya glares at her.

“Oh right um.. So I’ll have the bulgogi and kimchi fried rice and some green tea.” She tells the waitress and hands her back the menu, when she looks around the table everyone is staring at her in a curious way. “What? Do I have something on my face?”

“No but are you okay? You’ve been acting weird since we left the movies?” Logan asks with a concerned look on his face. “I’m fine..” She sputters. “I need to use the restroom.. Excuse me one moment.”

“I just realized I need to use the restroom too.” Riya said following Emma from behind. When they reach the washroom Emma lets out a loud growl while Riya gives her a questionable look. “Okay what’s going on?” She crosses her arms. “You’ve been acting all weird since we saw Colt at the movies. Which by the way, you didn’t mention was back in town and not only that his dad happens to be your boss?”

“It slipped my mind okay? Besides, I didn’t think it was a big deal that I needed to tell you.”

“Not a big deal? Emma, this is not just some other guy you just met. It’s Colt Kaneko we’re talking about. He was your best friend, he was the first guy you ever loved.”

“We.. We were just kids. Those feelings, they were just part of some teenage phase and I’m over it.”

“Oh really?” Riya gives Emma a pointed look. “Is that why you’ve been stalking his date since we left the movie?”

Emma let out a nervous snort. “I have not.”

“Prove it..” Riya gives Emma a challenging stare with her arms folded on her waist. Emma finally admits defeat and tell every single detail that’s been going on since Colt came back and Riya listens intently.

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Meanwhile back at their table Logan and Darius both gives each other a questionable look as the girl's head to the washroom. “What was that all about?” Darius asks. “Beats me.” Logan snorts

“So I’ve been meaning to ask you, how do you know Colt?”

“Colt? I met him in 7th grade through Emma. They were pretty inseparable as kids all the way through middle school.” He replies and takes a sip of his drink. “I gotta say Logan, I admire you for being the bigger man.”

“For what?” Logan raises his eyebrows.

“Well you know? Because of their history together? They were practically each other’s first love. Colt even gave her this really expensive bracelet he worked hard for during the summer for her birthday.”

Darius words hit Logan like a knife to the heart, he’s asked Emma before if she and Colt were ever more than just friends and she looked him in the eye and lied to his face. But why? Why would she do that? When Darius realizes that Logan had no idea his eyes go wide open. “Oh man, I’m sorry I thought you knew. Crap Emma is so going to kill me and Riya is..”

“Riya is what?” Riya suddenly interrupts as she approaches the booth with Emma following behind her. “What have you boys been talking about?” She asks as they both plopped back on their seats. Darius looks at Logan who subtly shake his head. “N..Nothing.” He sputters. “I was just telling Logan how excited you always get during our double dates.”

“Huh… and here I thought you boys might have some hot gossip.”

“Oh there was alright.” Logan mutters in a barely audible tone. He stayed quiet for the rest of their time at the restaurant only replying not more than three words when being asked a question. All he could think about was how betrayed he felt, if she lied about this what else did she lie about? So many questions and doubts ran through his mind but he wasn’t going to make a scene while Darius and Riya were around. It’ll just have to wait when they get back.

*************

The ride back to the loft was awkwardly quiet, Logan didn't feel like talking after what he found out. Emma could feel the tension like something was bothering Logan, he was perfectly fine before she came out of the restroom after her little chat with Riya.

“So… The food at the restaurant was actually really good.” She said trying to break the silence but Logan just stays quiet. “We should go back there sometime, there’s still so many things I want to try.” But she only got a shrug from him as a reply.

They finally reach the auto shop,normally Logan would have his arms around her and they’d make out abit before stepping out but this time was different, without saying a word Logan immediately exits the car slamming the door behind and stomps straight to the loft. Emma quickly follows him from behind. What’s gotten into him?

“Logan what’s going on? You’ve been quiet all night, it’s not like you.” But he still doesn’t answers, his back still facing her. “Please Logan, talk to me. I’m worried.” She stepped closer to him and places a hand on his arm but he shrugs it off.

After a moment he finally spoke in a weak voice. “I love you Em.”

“And I love you, Logan.”

“Then why did you lie to me about Colt?” Emma takes a step back feeling caught off guard by his question. Shit! “You.. You know? How?”

“Darius accidentally let it slip. How long were you planning on lying to me?” Why did you?” I looked you in the face Emma! I asked you and you lied to me!” He snaps, a hurtful look on his face.

“I… I don’t know.. I guess I was afraid.” She said with her eyes downcast while fidgeting with the bracelet on her hand. Logan had a point why did she lie? She had no reason to, she knew Logan would understand and yet she chose to hide the truth from him.

“Afraid? Afraid of what?”

“You and Colt don’t exactly see eye to eye, I didn’t want to make things worse by letting you know our history. Plus it was all in the past and Colt was bound to leave after summer break.. I just.. Please Logan I didn’t mean to hurt you.” She pleads with tears welling in her eyes, her hand still unconsciously fidgeting with the bracelet that Colt gave her, which Logan noticed and then it hits him. “He gave you that didn’t he? That’s the bracelet Darius mentioned.” Emma stops and gives him a regretful look. “You’ve had that since the day we first met.”

“It doesn’t mean anything, it's just an accessory.”

“When you lost it the other day, you almost went crazy just looking for it. That doesn't feel like just an accessory to me. Just tell me the truth Emma, after all this time do you still love him?”

“I’ve known Colt for almost all my life but I’m with you now and I love you, Logan.” She said stepping towards his to reach for his hand but he swipes it away.

“That’s not an answer, just look me in the eye and tell me the truth for once Emma, are you still in love with Colt?” His was voice stern but his eyes shows a different emotion, sadness.

“I… I don’t … I don’t know.” She sputters as tears start to well in her eyes. Why was it so hard to just say no?

Logan takes a step back, running his hands through his hair while his eyes pointedly looks away. At that moment he could feel his heart shattered into a million pieces but he takes a deep breath and quickly pulls himself together. “I think we need to take a break. I’m going away for a few days for a job maybe a week. We should both just use that time to think about what we really want.” He said and walks towards the door stopping mid way to look over his shoulder. “I’ll be sleeping downstairs on the couch tonight, good night Emma.”

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Rain, Rain, Go Away

*Not My Gif*

Part 2

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Paring: Barry Allen X Reader

Word Count: 2200

Post Date: 5-9-19

A/N: This take place a year after the Particle accelerator explosion, just so you all know timelines. I was going to make this a few parts long, and I’ve already half wrote the 2nd part, so if you all are interested in that I’ll post it. Also, if you want another part to Banished (Bellamy Blake) let me know and I’ll post that as well! Send me in requests guys and I’ll be sure to get right on them! Ok Love you all and Thank you so much for reading and sharing my work!

- Ria

~Master List~

~Open Requests~

You watched the rain roll down the window in your crappy apartment, in a trance as a few separate drops combine. The rain had always soothed you, made you feel in control of your life. You always thought that it was dumb, but you’ve loved the rain. Taking the last sip of your coffee you got off your chair and threw on some clothes, heading out for your job. You were completely in love with your job, but lately life just seems more stormy than usual. And not just because you control the weather.

Last year you were hit by the particle accelerator, and at first you thought it hadn’t affected you. But soon you noticed that anytime you were particularly sad it would start to rain outside, not a lot but enough to ruin some people’s days, but not yours. It would always seem to make you feel better, which at that point it seemed the rain would stop. But other times, when you were depressed, like when your boyfriend broke up with you, it would downpour. You hadn’t caught on to the mysterious weather patterns until your parents died, it started to rain, then lightning and thunder followed, it lasted for days. Everyone in Central City was terrified of the weather, some thought the storm was never going to end. But you didn’t care, you just grabbed some beer and a blanket and went up to the roof of your apartment complex, finding a secluded covered area, drank, and watched the rain come down. After a few hours, your younger sister, Kenna, had come up to find you, knowing you’d be in a place to watch the rain. Even though she was 6 years younger than you, making her 17, she was your best friend and now she was your responsibility. You looked at her red, wet cheeks through your tear-filled eyes, gently wiping the streaks away. She laughed at your already motherly instincts causing you to snort out a laugh. At that moment the thunder and lightning stopped, and you immediately felt the change. But not on your body, no, it was more like in your body. You felt the tingling course through your veins as a smile was etched onto your face. When the rain stopped you thought you were crazy. You couldn’t control the weather, could you?

The next few weeks you could feel the shift within you, you paid extra attention to how you were feeling and were sure to track the weather along side your emotions. Central City became the one city where no one had any clue what was going to happen with the weather. Some people were going crazy with their predictions, but most didn’t care, just as long as another freak storm hadn’t come again. You no longer thought you were crazy, everything matched perfectly. It was you. You could control the weather. You weren’t sure what to do now, you couldn’t tell Kenna, you refused to put her in danger. You decided the best thing to do was to learn how to control it, so that’s exactly what you did. You learned how to control your emotions, how to use certain memories to make you feel certain ways. You also learned you could make it rain; inside. It took a while, and a lot of little random fires but you could make it storm, lightning, thunder, the whole shebang. You had the potential to be unstoppable.

Your life was getting better, you and Kenna had become closer and she was about to graduate high school, start at Central City University in the fall. Everything was perfect. Until Kenna had gone out with her friends one night to celebrate the end of high school and was hit by a drunk driver. She was immediately taken to the hospital and you were called. You screamed and dashed into your car, driving like a mad woman to the hospital, but still being careful. When you got there, it was downpouring, but you didn’t care, you couldn’t control your emotions right now. When you got to her room you looked down at your sister, who looked like an angel, with her heartbeat strong and eyes closed. But you knew she wouldn’t open them, amongst your franticness to see her, the doctor had told you she was in a coma, and they didn’t know when, or if, she would wake up. Your eyes scanned her body, taking in the cuts and bruises littered across her once soft skin. You couldn’t help the sobs that escaped your throat, causing more arise in you. The storm outside the office grew as the wind picked up, lights shutting off as the machines beating halted for a moment before picking up when the power came back on. You knew this was you, you needed to control it, but you couldn’t every time you were close you would glance down at her. You closed your eyes as you blindly made your way to the window, watching the rain dribble down the window pane when you opened your eyes. As the weather starts to calm down and the power stop flickering you sat beside your sister, carefully grabbing her hand to hold, laying your head down next to her. Your breathing slowed down as your eyes fluttered closed, still grasping her for comfort.

The next few days went by in a blur, you refused to leave your sister alone, it’s not like you could’ve anyway. You couldn’t have gone home to where there was no one waiting for you, no one who jumped into your arms and drag you to the couch to watch a movie, or to talk about how school was that day, or to just hold. There wasn’t anyone there. You hadn’t been to work in a few days, you didn’t’ tell them what happened, just that you couldn’t make it in. After missing a week your boss called you to tell you that you needed to come in or you were fired, you quit without even thinking, but when you started to tell him off you heard the pitter patter of the rain hitting the streets outside. You immediately tensed up, holding in your breath until you felt the anger simmer away. You hung up the phone looking down once again at the comatose girl before you chucked the phone against the wall, trying to hold in your sobs. A nurse had heard the commotion and rushed in to see your weeping figure on the floor. She pulled you up into a chair, and you were to upset to fall asleep.

“Ms. Y/L/N, I’m so sorry to have to tell you this right now, but you can’t afford to keep her on life support for much longer. I’m so sorry. We can keep her hooked up as long as we can, but we can’t do much more. Once again, I’m so sorry.” She adverted her eyes from yours, she couldn’t be much older than you, obviously very upset with having to deliver this news to you. you numbly shake your head as she leaves you alone in the room, the beeping of the machine the only thing filling the silence.

You needed money, more money than you could’ve gotten in your job. You know, the job you stupidly decided to quit. You exhausted your brain trying to come up with something, anything. For the first time in weeks, you went home. As soon as you stepped in your apartment you felt different, Kenna wasn’t there to great you, and you refused to get used to that feeling. Throwing your keys on the table and shrugging off your jacket, you slowly made your way to the bathroom, turning on the hot water before stripping off your clothes and hopping in, letting the water consume your thoughts. But soon thoughts of your sister had robbed you of relaxation. Wait… robbed? You had an idea. You were going to get the money if it was the last thing you do. You shut of the water, throwing a towel around yourself before dashing to your room. You threw on some pants and a thin strapped shirt before grabbing your computer and heading to the living room, beginning your search on the banks in Central City. You were going to rob them, you had to get the money and with your powers and the training you’ve given yourself it should be simple, the only thing that could throw a wrench in your plan was The Flash. Central City’s famous speedster who popped up a few months ago. He’s saved and stopped a lot of people in the past 6 months, but you weren’t going to let that deter you. When you had everything planned out you realized you forgot something, you needed a disguise. You searched your closet for something, anything, that wouldn’t let anyone know who you were. That’s when you saw it. A light blue leather jacket your mom had bought you months before she passed, you never understood why she bought it, and it didn’t cover your face, but right now it didn’t matter. You threw the jacket on and noted how it looked on you. Perfect. You felt powerful, no idea how a jacket could make you feel like this, but you didn’t care. You continued to search in your closet before moving on to Kenna’s hoping you would be able to look without getting upset. When you opened a bin labeled Halloween you threw your head back in laughter at what was sitting perfectly on top. A white mask, that covered your identity, which had jewels up the side and in a line of the forehead, creating a border affect. You stared at your self in the mirror, wearing clothes that made you feel as if your family was with you. That powerful feeling from before lingering as you grabbed a bag and stuffed the outfit in it, making your way downtown to the nearest bank, careful not to get caught by a camera or someone.

“Barry!” Cisco’s voice rang through the cortex as he spun around on his chair up to the computer screen right as Barry dashed into the room.

“Robbery at Central City Bank. Be careful Barry apparently there’s a freak storm going on around there.” Cisco debriefs as Barry flashes into his suit and races across the city. When he gets there he immediately clears all the people who are in danger, and that’s when his eyes land on you. You’re standing in the middle of the bank, no weapons but your hands sticking out the rain seeming to spread from them, flooding across the floor, making it hard for Barry to run but not impossible. You’re yelling at a worker to put money in a bag, your eyes were bright blue, and shimmering like water. He tried to get closer to you, but you noticed him before he could step any closer.

“Woah, water chick’s making it rain. Oh! RAIN! Not my best but I like it.” Barry hears Cisco say over his coms. He rolls his eyes before giving his attention back to you, who has turned to Barry and lowered her hands a little, causing the rain to slow down but not stop. You were scared, you knew you caused a scene, but you made sure not to hurt anyone, hoping that The Flash was taking a day off. Gaining your confidence back, you pulled your hands up and towards The Flash, all the rain flooding towards the man, collapsing him on the ground drowning on water. Barry can hear his friends yelling in his coms, but he isn’t listening to them, he to busy focused on you. He can see the anger in your eyes, the power you felt, it was obvious to Barry that you weren’t doing this for fun. There was a reason behind the madness. After a few minutes, you lessened the storm on the speedster allowing him to gasp for breath, but not be able to fight.

“Rain!” He huffs out between sputters, “Rain Please! We can help you! You just got to let us!” He yells his voice groggy from the water. You lift your head up letting out a loud laugh.

“Rain? Is that what you’re calling me now? Well, it’s fitting but I can do a lot more than make it rain.” You walk closer to the Flash, a confidence you’ve never felt before filling you up, and you liked it. Your eyes met with his, a smirk appearing on your face as you saw him try and figure you out. You started walking backwards, keeping eye contact with the speedster, as you let out a twisted sounding laugh. You grab the bag of money as you start quietly singing to the tune of “Rain, Rain, Go Away”. When you pull your eyes of him, he got up, completely unaware to you. But you’ve never felt like this before. You were the villain and you liked it. And you were gonna do this job and save your sister. And you weren’t going to let someone like The Flash stop you.

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Eternity - a Confession about Alex Forbes - part 2 of 2

SMUT ALERT: BLACK MAGIC SMUT AS FAR AS THE EYES CAN SEE * <If someone pour holy water here today, it gonna boil. Prior, bring me a liter, please. Fun fact: Uncle Redmayne must have a foot stepping into the occult: When he played Alex, he was into black magic; when he played  Jack, he was a son of a witch; (LOL!) when Osmund, he hunted and tortured witches; and now himself is the wizard Newt. Mmm, I don't know. That's SO suspicious > ****************** WARNING: CHILDREN, DO NOT TRY TO DO IT AT HOME. * * * (Continuing...)          Opening the bedroom's door, Alex gave her passageway, and Grace entered in his wide room, having a sigh of admiration. The Forbes' house it was huge, there was no doubt they were a rich family, but Alex's bedroom, by itself,  it was almost the size of the living room of Grace's former house, and she stood there, looking around, a little dazzled, while he closed the door, locking it. There was nothing visible around that denounced something different to the bedroom of a rich and absolutely common teenager boy, and turning on the lampshades around, Alex turned off the bright light at the roof, the room diving then into a yellowish and cozy clearness, and running into the window he opened it widely, the full moon's light that was right ahead the high window striking on his face and bathing all of the floor ahead, and with a satisfied sigh he once again turned into the inside, while saying:          - Today the moon's phase and position are perfect - and he smiled fugaciously at Grace, before to take a key from inside a drawer and to kneel down ahead a chest covered by a tapestry, and taking it off from there, Alex unlocked it, opening it, starting to pick out from there some antique books, yellow candles yet partially used, bird's feathers, crystals and some other things, placing them on the floor ahead himself in an excited way, and as soon as he took a piece of cloth carefully between his hands, he got up, turning to face her, with eyes sparkling of pleasure - Look at that, Grace - and he started to unpack the cloth, showing her a complete nestle, having three feather bird's eggs inside.          - Do you keep the eggs inside the chest? - Grace asked him incredulously.          - They're fresh - he said - I recover them always at the eve - and lowering himself again he left the nestle on the floor zealously, taking then out of the chest a yellow crayon and a bit of twine, and leaving it all behind he started to quickly wrap the rug which was covering the wooden floor, from the middle of the door into the window way, under which he left it. And seeming satisfied he observed for a moment how the grayish moonlight was striking right on the floor before that, seeming to be suddenly forgotten of Grace's presence there, and he just ripped out the tee he was wearing, tossing it on the bed, and standing on his feet he ripped off his tennis and socks, placing them aside, and taking position on his hands and knees on the floor he traced a large circle using the crayon and the twine as a compass, having it almost three meters of diameter, and right in sequence he traced another by the inside of it from its concentric point, while Grace kept observing him in silence.          Excited by what he was doing, Alex was breathing heavily, with eyes wide open, and Grace was taking notice of the precision to which he was doing such things, just as if he was used on doing them frequently, seeing him in sequence to position a little compass on the center of the circles and using the twine now with a crystal tied at its edge, he started to mark the vortex of a pentagram on the floor, to which he traced with the crayon carefully. But suddenly distracted, Grace began to take notice of his body, his quie lean and white chest and back, all covered by freckles, that under that light became just as like little golden dots, and she found him irresistibly beautiful shirtless under that light, and she bit her lip all of a sudden, trying to fix her attention again on what he was doing then: Taking one of the books and opening it, he skimmed it nervously until to find what he wanted, starting to copy symbols from it to the inner side of the circular band around the great pentagram in a hurry way, tracing them quickly, taking then another book and doing the same, before to start lighting the candles, spreading them around the large circle, at the total number of a dozen, starting then in sequence to position at each one of the vortexes a glass of water, another containing earth, a lit red candle and at the other one an incense stick, and when he finally placed the nestle at the vortex above, it was with triumphant eyes that he raised his glance to Grace, with a smile on his beautiful lips as he said:          - It's done - and getting up, with his gaze fixed upon her Alex came into her way and Grace asked:          - What will we do, Alex? You didn't tell me yet - and Grace truly couldn't suppose nothing by what she was saying, cause a lot of the symbols used there by him were unknown to her. And approaching enough to slightly took a handful of her hair while with his other hand he was touching her face, he whispered:          - You've got what I need, Grace. And you were finally sent to me.        Feeling a shiver under his touch and proximity, Grace blinked her eyes, confused.          - I'm not getting it.          - You'll understand it soon - and saying this he lowered her face to kiss her, first just lightly touching her lips with his, so smooth and warm to her as their sight promised they were, to then in sequence to make a bigger pressure. And feeling his long fingers to move from her hair to her nape and the ones on her face to her chin, Alex stretched his tongue into her mouth, and whispering, Grace moaned, suddenly comprehending what he wanted. And soon his hands were going down into the baby-look tee she wore, his fingers getting under it slowly and touching at her silky skin under it, never stopping kissing her.          Luckily Grace had already some experience in this subject, but she never before had sex with a boy that wasn't her boyfriend, and to think it scared her a bit, being her not much sure if she should do that; and taking in advantage when Alex lowered his face to kiss at her neck, while slowly bringing up her blouse, placing both hands on his arms Grace whispered under a breath:          - But, Alex... We're just friends, isn't? Is it right we two doing this?          - But Grace... The friendship - he whispered against her skin, his warm exhalation on her neck causing her shivers - is the purest form of love that there is, because it's free - and he lifted up his hands to her breasts under her tee - Just like the feather birds - and Grace couldn't tell how or why, but she felt wickedness hidden in his words, and turning to kiss again her lips, he pulled her baby-look up, and Grace lifted up her arms, letting him to take it off from her, and with a smile he looked at her naked breasts, the chainlet hanging between them, and touching them he moaned - You're beautiful... Absolutely beautiful.          And when he kissed her again, Grace this time grabbed at his back, her hands sliding along it as their chests united between, and sighing she felt his hands descending until her waist, and then over her jeans, to which Grace let him to open and then slide his large hands through her hips while panting against her face, and when Grace felt him to glide his fingers under her panties, gliding hers along of his long arms Grace sighed under a breath:          - Alex...          - Come - he sighed back, sliding her panties down and taking it off from her - You've got what I need - and as soon as he saw her naked he slid his eyes for her for whole, slightly placing his hands on her hips, feeling ravished - You've got what I need within you, I feel it - and he pulled her into himself, and with a sigh Grace felt his arousal under the jeans he was still wearing, and raising and offering her lips to him Grace said pretty lowly:          - And what do you want, Alex?          - ETERNITY - he responded, with a saturnine voice, as he started to unbutton and open to his own jeans in a hurry, putting himself on naked quickly, as he glued himself to her while kissing her with urgency, taking one of her thighs and lifting it up to rub himself against her, who holding to him moaned softly, as he said - Come. It's almost midnight. It's right on time.          And letting her go, he took her by a hand and gave some steps back into the way of the circle traced at the floor, carefully passing over the candles, and taking position with his back to the upper side of the pentagram, where it was situated the nestle, Alex sat down in lotus position at the center of the drawing, bending his legs, not taking his eyes away from Grace not even for a second, and as soon as he arranged himself, he raised her his right hand, calling for her:          - Grace, come.          With a smile, she stretched him her right hand and carefully passing over the candles too, Grace took place towards him, standing and looking at him from above, as with a ravished gaze he slid his eyes along her, focusing then on her sex, and with his fingertips he touched at her belly, saying lowly:          - My priestess. I receive you. We'll be united, and we'll be one, and we'll be bonded - and then he slid his fingers even downer, touching at her most sensitive spot with his thumb, and closing her eyes, Grace sighed in pleasure - And we'll complete each other. I receive you - and suddenly he stretched his neck into her, kissing on her sex with reverence, and never before someone had did her such, and placing her hands on his shoulders Grace sighed, Alex stopping for a while to give her a second kiss, before to stood away and say - Come!          And slowly Grace crouched, passing her legs above his bent ones, her heart pulsating and palpitating on her chest as she was approaching her face from his as well the center of their bodies, and arranging himself with a hand under the girl Alex took position at her entrance, against which, biting a lip, Grace felt its tip to slightly rub, and against her face he whispered still a third time, before that with the other hand on her back to pull her down and over himself, as he kissed the tiny medal between her breasts with wet lips:          - I receive you!          And as she got down, Grace was little by little penetrated by him, leaning on his shoulders as she moaned deliciously, letting him to pull her down by now with both hands, to the end, and completely fulfilled for him Grace panted and took a deep breath, grabbing at his hair and closing her eyes tight shut.  And smiling a mysterious smile Alex bit at her chin as he whispered:          - My wanton black priestess. Show me your power - and he lowered his face, hiding it at the curve of her neck - Open the portals to me, come.          And starting to move her hips against his, Grace made him to moan against her face, the candlelight gilding their naked bodies, the full moon's light towards the opened window pouring itself on their heads, and grabbing at his shoulders and raising her face inflamed of pleasure to the silver moon Grace moaned, with a voice which seemed to be no more her own:          - Yes, my Templar disciple. I will open them. Tonight. * * ***************************** * <And 9 months later it was born Rosemary's baby... LOL, sorry, I couldn't resist> * <You there who was wanting to see some fuck in the middle of a circle surrounded by candles, here it is, your crazy one. Now leave me, cause I'm going to pray along 200 rosaries to get rid of the bad luck. Bye, bye.😅> * *********************************** * MY CONFESSION TO PRIOR PHILIP: Hi, prior, what? What am I doing? I'm washing the Church, ouch. Come, Jack, come, help me, lift up this bucket right there and turn it on the floor, please! *Jack lifts up the wooden bucket and turns it, tossing ahead its content, that falls on the floor boiling and releasing smoke* What? Why am I washing the Church with acid? But it isn't acid, prior Philip. IT'S HOLY WATER. It's boiling like this cause someone had traced here at the floor a lot of symbols of black magic, it's that. It was hard to clean the outlines, wasn't it, Jack? Tell the prior how much it was hard... I'm telling you, prior. Jack, another bucket, do me a favor. *takes a straw broom and starts to rub the floor* What broom is this? I took it there with my lil' mother in law. Ouch, by the way, I'm a woman who can say, having no fear of being sinning, that my mother in law is a witch, cause she is, isn't, Jack? *Jack smiles* By the way, how much I love my mother in law, omg, Ellen is so beautiful, Jesus. *Jack turns another bucket full of holy water and the floor boils again* Prior, it's better you come here later, go out for a stroll, I don't want you to wet the hem of your habit, please. Cause then you'll lift it up, and you've got beautiful ankles, and things will get difficult, cause there's not enough holy water for me to take a bath, go, go, go!  *Philip gets out of the Church* Jack, will we two be up to clean it all? Mmm? To call your mother? Mmm? To kill a chicken? No, Jack, she did it in Alfred's wedding and his stuff never got up again; no. I want it to keep getting up, for the love of Balem, it's just to wash off the pagan heresy! *he turns another bucket full of water* Ok then, let's keep rubbing it patiently, ok. *stops, lean on the broom, stares right at Jack and smiles* If there's a thing I like to do, it's to rub along with you. I'm yet thinking about to let Alex to frequent here more times. AMEN LORD BALEM!

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The Freshman 1-2

Book 1-2

Chapter 2: Rooftop Games

Masterlist - go here for other chapters and related original fics

Disclaimer: The following are fics (adaptations from actual game chapters AND original works) to Choices: The Freshman series. It is a fictional adaptation. I do not work for Pixelberry Studios, the game developer or own the rights to the characters Chris Powell, Nicole or any other IN GAME character. All of the ORIGINAL characters, storylines and events were developed, by me, for this adaptation of The Freshman story.

Comments: I enjoyed playing Choices: The Freshman… But it needed more. I’ve included certain things that aren’t really full fic size in order to add more substance to the story. I ALSO have quite a few full size fics throughout. I wanted to see MC and Chris through their college years, and more… with additional angst, fluff, sweetness, real life and overall detail - so here you go.

NSFW moments in some chapters - Mature Readers Only Please

Paring: MC x Chris

POV: ~MC~ or ~Chris~

 ~MC~  

MC’s mouth falls open slightly. "Chris?! You're my roommate?"

He lets out a light chuckle. "So, that's why I recognized the name MC." He gently nods towards her. "Nice to see you again..." His eyes find hers, holding up a full smirk below. "...roomie."

"Yeah..." She tries not to trip over her words "...great to see you too." But her response comes out lame, as she is still trying to comprehend what just happened. She’s been thinking about him since literally running into his well muscled frame hours earlier, and here he is. 'This may be awkward... roommates?' She lets out a puff of air to get her hair out of her eyes.

"So..." He reaches to rub the back of his neck, again. Now she's sure it's a nervous behavior of his. She just hopes it's the 'happy nervous' type and not that he feels awkward about the situation. "...what about this roof, huh? You can see the whole town from up here..." He raises his arm, gesturing across the sparkling city, looking out into the darkness, admiring the lights.

"Yeah! So beautiful..." She moves next to him to share the view. It really was the best view in town. She wonders how the university was able to hold onto such a location with the intense development activity that has been growing over the last couple of years.

Just then a thin, spunky guy walks directly towards MC. His entire demeanor oozes personality and fun. Loose brown curls randomly lay across the top of his head in a purposefully haphazard way. His smile is infectious. She's immediately entranced by his person as a whole. "'Beautiful'? I can only assume you're talking about me." He grabs his jacket collar, popping it out with authority and confidence as he flashes her a huge smile.

"I wasn't..." Her eyes widen as she begins, caught off guard by his bold entrance.

His body softens at her reaction and he shifts to a warm apologetic smile. "I'm just messing with you. I know, I know, I can come on a little strong." He throws his hands up in the air. "The name is Zack, but you can call me your number one fan... cause you are straight up crushing that look." He bites his knuckle while appraising her choice in clothing.

MC instantly decides this guy is about to become one of her best friends. "Nice to meet you too..." She can't help it as a huge smile takes over her face as she continues. "...it sounds like you know fashion." She step towards him with her hand out, which he enthusiastically shakes.

"Well, one of my ex-boyfriends was a model, so... kind of?" He rubs his chin thoughtfully.  

"I'd say that makes you our resident fashion expert." She nods her approval as she notices his outfit. His outfit alone probably cost more than just about everything she brought from home.

"Please promise me that means we can go shopping together sometime." Zack's face instantly lights up with the dream of future shopping sprees.

"Ahhhh! Only if I get to come too!" Kaitlyn pipes in from the sofa across the roof. The sheer look of panic in her face solidifies her seriousness.

MC’s eyes crinkle as she wholeheartedly agrees. "Sounds like fun." She nods, the idea of going shopping with these two already sounding like an adventure. She starts to imagine the trouble the three of them would get into when Abbie softly speaks.

"I feel like we're still missing someone..." She looks at all of them with her pinched brow. MC’s not sure if she's joking or being serious by her tone.

Chris looks past Abbie and gestures towards the roof edge. "There he is." At the far end of the roof, MC spots a guy sitting by himself, looking out at the stars.

Zack suddenly yells, interrupting the deep thoughts her last new roommate was clearly having. "Tyler! Enough with the shy nerd act! Get over here and talk to our new roommate!" Zack stomped his foot in a overly mocking way.

Tyler appears to startle as he is pulled from his stargazing. "Oh... hey there. I was just trying to see if I could spot Cassiopeia." He gestures towards the dark night sky. "The constellations are just a little different here than back home in California." His eyes wander back up, his mind beginning to leave the others on the roof once again.

Abbie moves to join him, also directing her view to the stars. "You're into stargazing? I used to do that all the time when I was little." A small smile sneaks across her lips.

Tyler turns his deep brown eyes back to her, surprised. "Oh really?" MC notices them holding each other's gaze for an extended amount of time before they both awkwardly smile and break eye contact, studying the heavens once again.

Suddenly Zack is at MC’s side, causing her to jump as he whispers in her ear. 'Holy crap..!' Her heart now attempting to beat out of her chest.

"MC, sidebar." He pulls her away from everyone, closer to the stairs. "Okay, just to fill you in, my boy Tyler has a massive insta-crush on Abbie. And I'm making it my mission in life to get those two crazy kids together. Are you with me?" His eyes are lit with excitement.

"You want me to play matchmaker with you?" MC looks from him back to Abbie and Tyler. It's easy to see how into each other they are. It reminds her of her first day as well, her gaze shifting to Chris who is talking with Kaitlyn, before she turns her full attention back to Zack, decision ready. "Consider this match MADE!"

He fist pumps and clasps her shoulder in a side hug. "Glad to have you on board. Let's get started." He stalks towards the others, rubbing his hands almost menacingly.

'Uh oh, maybe I should have asked some questions first...' As MC heads back to the group, Zack pretends to trip and accidentally pushes Abbie into Tyler.

"Tyler! I'm so sorry, I... er... thanks for catching me." Abbie blushes as she removes her hand from his chest. Tyler is holding both of her arms, trying to steady her as she regains her composure.

"Any time! Uh... I mean... any time you fall into me! Not... any other time!" He stumbles through his words, unsure what to do or say. MC notices him shrink back as he gives up and lets his embarrassment take over.

Zack sighs and leans towards MC, whispering. "This could take a while." She responds with a small smirk and head tilt, agreeing that it looks like he's nailed that assessment. They were already adorable though, so she resolves herself to do something soon.

Everyone's attention is back on the group as they all converge near the sitting area. Abbie and Tyler look uncomfortable, but happy as they choose separate seats that happen to be near each other. Kaitlyn had already made herself at home on the sofa, so MC and Zack join her.

Chris chooses to sit across from MC in one of the single chairs. "So... what now?" He reaches both arms up above his head to stretch, causing his shirt to rise slightly and expose his tight stomach muscles. MC’s mouth goes dry as he sinks deep into the chair, waiting for her to respond, apparently oblivious to her ogling. ‘Thankfully.’ She tries to brush away her blush with her bangs.

She meets his eyes and smiles. "I think this is supposed to be a party, right?"

He nods his head. "Maybe we could start with some drinks?" He looks around the group to gauge interest.

Kaitlyn suddenly uncurls herself and stands next to MC, almost knocking her over in the process. "Uh, MC, I've got a bottle of wine down in my room. Want to help me go get it?" Her eyes are big and feel like they are piercing straight through MC.

Her left eyebrow raises as she slowly responds to her question, unsure how to continue. "Do we really need two people to grab a bottle of---"

Kaitlyn cuts her off, grabbing her hand and dragging her towards the stairs. "Just come on!"

Once downstairs and out of earshot of the roof, she let's go and turns to face MC. "Okay. Confess. You're into Chris, aren't you?" She pulls her bottom lip in and chews on it a little.

"What? Me and Chris?" She begins. 'So much for not being obvious MC.' She scolds herself.

"I'm just trying to warn you... I'm pretty sure he mentioned something about a girlfriend." She holds her hands up in defense.

"What? You mean Becca?" Now MC’s confused. Becca said they weren't '...yet.' as she recalled their earlier conversation, if it even qualified as such.

"That bossy sorority girl we ran into at Welcome Week earlier?" Kaitlyn places her hands on her hips and makes the same scrunched up face of disgust she had during her previous run in with Becca.

"Yeah. When we first met, she was, like, Exorcist-level possessive of him." MC’s face mirrors Kaitlyn's thanks to her memories from the day.

Kaitlyn shakes her head lightly. "No, the girl Chris mentioned wasn't Becca. It was someone from back home." Her look turns thoughtful as she accesses some other conversation before MC arrived.

"Huh. Now I'm curious..." Kaitlyn studies her face as she continues. "...for my piece of mind if anything else. Becca has already been a huge pain in my side and today isn't even over." She sighs. ‘Right now, clarification would be great.’

"The truth is... I guess I'm kinda interested in Chris. Wouldn't mind getting to know him more... it seemed like we hit it off when we first met." MC gives Kaitlyn a small pinched smile, feeling her stomach do a few flips at the thought.

Kaitlyn flashes a bright toothy grin. "Well in that case, I'm pretty sure unknown how to get him to spill his guts."

"Oh yeah?" Just like with Zack behavior a few minutes ago, MC starts to become anxious. She suddenly feels uneasy with the idea of embarrassing things to come.

"Oh yeah. Watch and learn, my young apprentice." She winks at MC as she grabs her hand and turns towards the hall. Now she's even more unsure of Kaitlyn's future actions.

"Aren't we pretty much the same age?" MC gives her a puzzled look.

"Details, details. If we play our cards right, you'll get to ask Chris anything you want." She waves her hands around like a butterfly as she makes her way towards her room, grabbing the bottle of wine.

One they're both back on the rooftop, Kaitlyn opens the bottle and starts pouring it into glasses. She leans over and whispers to MC. "This is step one."

"Okay..." She can't help but give a small nervous smile.

Kaitlyn hands Chris a glass of wine which he politely takes. "Heh. I'm more of a beer guy, but thanks."  He smiles and raises his glass in appreciation.

Kaitlyn then turns back to her. "Want a drink MC?"

"Wine?" She thinks about it, about the day, and what tomorrow may bring. "I'm out. Thanks for offering though."

"So responsible... I'm impressed." She mockingly sticks out her tongue and makes her way towards the others.

"Good. You should be." MC jokingly sticks hers back at Kaitlyn in retaliation. Zack passes out the glasses and Tyler pours MC a cup of sparkling cider to toast with. She thanks him and lets out a restful sigh, glad to not be the only one who decided not to drink this time.

Chris raises his glass to everyone in the circle. "To one hell of a freshman year! Cheers, everyone!" He makes contact with everyone's cups before taking a sip.

Zack taps his cup to MC’s. "I'll drink to that!"

Abbie also takes a drink, then looks around. "So... what now?"

Kaitlyn takes that moment as her queue. "I'm glad you asked Abbie... I think it's time for us to play some Truth or Truth."

Abbie looks confused. "What's that?"

Kaitlyn continues, "It's Truth or Dare... except you have to pick truth." Her infectious grin doesn't waver.

Zack's face falls a little as he realizes what this means. "No dares? So no ones running naked through the quad?"

Kaitlyn pokes at him playfully. "All in good time. We've got a whole year together after all."

Zack's face returns to its normal happy self. "Fair point. And since it was your suggestion, why don't you answer the first 'truth,' Kaitlyn?"

Caught completely off guard by his quick suggestion, she stumbles through her words, reaching. "Oh, why don't we start with someone else? Like... Chris, for example."

Zack blocks her escape instantaneously. "Nice try!" He turns to MC. "Go ahead, MC. Ask her something!"

MC realizes that while she's still nervous of what Kaitlyn might do, it could be fun. "Okay, Kaitlyn... what's your most embarrassing secret?"

"Ugh, you just had to go there, didn't you?" She lowers her head into her hands, almost forlornly.

Guilt seeps into MC’s body and she retracts her request. "You don't have to answer if you don't want to."

Kaitlyn could feel MC’s regret for making her uncomfortable so she shakes her head. "No, no. Rules are rules. My most embarrassing secret... is probably the fact that you can still access my MySpace site from middle school. I forgot my login info, so my awkward goth phase is still on the internet for the whole world to see..."

Abbie gasps. "Oh my god. You have to show us!" Her face is a mixture of shock and amusement.

"Nooooo way. Not happening. Besides... you guys couldn't handle xXSorrowfulRaven95Xx's poetry." Kaitlyn holds her hands up as if to stop everyone's advancement.

MC’s interest is now piqued. "Poetry?"

Tyler pulls out his iPhone and diligently begins his search. "Searching that username now, and... oh god. This is amazing." His eyes are transfixed on the screen, his face glowing in the dark night. They all crowd around Tyler's phone screen to see middle-school Kaitlyn, in tattered fishnets and combat boots, pouting through smeared eyeshadow.

"No no no! Please don't look!" She mock cries, while simultaneously smiling. MC begins to think she intentionally wanted to laugh at herself.

Abbie starts reading from the page out loud. "Favorite band: Evanescence? Latest status: 'We are all the masks we wear. And mine is weeping.' This is gold." Her features soften and a toothy smile appears as she continues to scan the information on the page.

MC turns towards Kaitlyn, with a half grin, half pout. "Oh, poor Kaitlyn!"

Chris stands straight and turns towards the raven haired girl. "Hey, if you need to cry, we're all here for you." He extends his arms, ready to provide her comfort.

"Very funny. Let's move on, shall we?" She snorts and rolls her eyes, mockingly sticking out her tongue, all while still clearly amused.

Soon, it's Zack's turn to ask a question. He puts on an exaggerated thinking face and scratches his chin... "Hmmmm, what to ask, what to ask... Got it! I want someone to tell me their ultimate fancy!" Realizing his mistake instantly, he tries again. "Sorry, ultimate fantasy... this is some strong wine!" He picks up his glass and sniffs it.

"Oh you're a total lightweight." Kaitlyn waves her hand in his general direction as she slumps lower on the rug.

Chris laughs. "Says the girl who's gone from sitting on the couch to lying on the ground after two glasses..."

"What? It's comfortable..." She begins to stroke the rug as if she's about to take a nap. MC grins and laugh with Chris.

MC turns to her new fashionista friend. "So Zack, who's 'ultimate fancy' did you want to hear about?" She decides his first word choice was the best.

"You know what... I already forgot! Who should I ask, MC?" His eyes narrow as he looks at her.

She looks around the group, noticing that Abbie and Tyler are trying to avoid her scrutiny at all costs. Kaitlyn was still playing with the rug, completely indifferent, and Chris... well he was in the same spot, sitting directly across, his eyes locked onto hers. She taps her finger on her lips, dragging the moment out for a while longer.

MC catches the corner of his lip turning up as his eyes break contact with hers to settle on her contemplating lips. His eyes linger there, taking a deep slow breath, as he shifts uncomfortably in the chair. Her confidence increases thanks to his reaction, so she bites the tip of her tongue, grinning and nodding towards Chris. He suddenly focuses, acting nonchalant as he turns his attention to Zack.

"Okay, Chris. I want to know your ultimate fantasy." MC bites her lip, trying not to correct his 'fantasy' with the more appropriate choice of 'fancy.' British humor was a guilty pleasure of hers.

Chris studies his cup. "Wow. Let's see." He thinks for a few seconds, running his right hand through his messy hair.

MC stares in awe as his muscles move beneath his firm fitting red Henley shirt. It was such a simple piece of clothing but it was perfect on him. She wanted to know what it, and the muscles hidden underneath it, felt like. She nips at at her bottom lip, trying to stifle the heat she just created for herself.

Chris continues, unaware of her current struggle. "Nothin too crazy... Like, I'm a fireman, and I save a girl from a burning building. And then she's really... grateful." He swallows hard in disbelief that he was actually saying this out loud. "You know what I mean." He looks back at MC and she notices a mild blush creeping up his neck as he gently clears his throat with an embarrassed cough.

Kaitlyn rolls over, completely on her back and grabs MC’s ankle with a squeeze, her eyes connecting with her friend. "Oh yeah? We definitely know what you mean." She wiggles her eyebrows and snicker-snorts.

MC laughs at her and shakes her leg as if she was swatting at her, knowing Kaitlyn was going to get her in trouble. Turning back to Chris, MC raises an eyebrow. "Interesting... I guess we should be careful not to leave any candles burning up here..." She pauses, an idea popping into her head, "...or maybe we should leave them burning."

Kaitlyn likes this suggestion and gives an agreeing “Oooooh....!’ As she squeezes MC’s ankle again, causing her to giggle more.

The blush from Chris' neck spreads to his face, but he maintains his composure. MC suddenly wonders how much it would take to make him crack.

"That part is up to you, I guess." He states softly.

MC lightly chews on the corner of her lower lip and holds her breath, looking away because she suddenly can't take the intensity of his eyes.

Zack starts fanning his neck. "Weird. Did it just get warmer? I thought it was cooling off..." Kaitlyn grabs an empty cup and tosses it at him from her comfortable spot on the rug. He laughs at her, "...is that a no? Just me then..." Abbie and Tyler both smirk in unison at them all.

The game continues as MC waits for an opportunity to ask Chris a question.

Abbie rolls her eyes and crosses her arms defiantly. "Ugh, don't freak out, but... I've never actually kissed a guy." Her face falls, but Tyler glances sideways towards her. He looks shocked at first, then it melts into relief.

Zack sharply holds up his hand. "Wait, not even one?" His eyes grow wide. "I've kissed, like, twenty!" He throws his arms wide as if to somehow demonstrate a number with his wingspan.

"On the same day?" Tyler pipes in, clearly shocked at the number if the answer was yes.

"Very funny Tyler." He sticks his tongue out, then becomes thoughtful, scratching his head. "Although... three of them were on the same day, yeah." Everyone laughs at his ridiculousness.

More time passes as the group gets to know each other through tales of dark secrets and honest experiences. Kaitlyn has finally pulled herself back on the sofa. "...and the best part is? I never got caught." She sits up straighter, proud of her achievement with the smile of a Cheshire Cat.

Zack stares at her in awe. "Okay, you're officially the coolest person I've ever met!"

MC shakes her head, her mouth open in mock horror. "Who skinny-dips in a public pool?!"

Kaitlyn places her hand across her heart and prestigiously replies. "Heroes, MC. Heroes."

Everyone laughs before Zack switches gears. "Okay, Tyler... I dare you to kiss--" Zack enthusiastically begins.

"You can't dare me to kiss anyone. There are no dares!" Tyler quickly interrupts. MC could feel the anxiety rolling off of him from Zack's mention of a kiss.

"Oh yeah, I forgot..." Zack sighs and looks down into his cup.

As more time passes, more truths are told. Chris then looks at MC with a smile. "Looks like it's your turn to ask me a question, MC."

She's almost startles as she's been distracted with all the new and interesting things everyone's been sharing, forgetting she had a mission. ‘Or maybe it was Kaitlyn who had the mission..?’ Deep down she knew she didn't really forget, she was unsure how to proceed.

Kaitlyn leans over to whisper to MC while she thinks of a question, her eyes still locked with Chris's. "Try not to be too obvious, MC." MC jokingly pushes her with her elbow, casing Kaitlyn to lean back, taking a sip from her cup.

MC stops herself from fidgeting with her hair, pushing herself to speak after debating internally for a minute. She places her hands on her thighs, trying to wipe off the collecting sweat. "Chris... what's the weirdest place you've ever hooked up?" She was torn, between curiosity and instant regret, hoping he wouldn't become weirded out.

Kaitlyn suddenly seems very awake again. "Ooh, nice!" She starts biting her nails while grinning as she waits for his response.

His demeanor changes slightly as he sinks deeper into his seat. "The weirdest place I hooked up, huh?" His brow furrows and he rubs his temple. "My girlfriend - well, ex-girlfriend - set up a romantic picnic for our two-year anniversary right on my high school football field. The sun set, one thing led to another, and... we got chased off by the cops, and I lost my favorite shirt. Still... those were good times." He ended solemnly, a small smile briefly crossing his face before it completely vanishes.

MC can feel his sadness from across the table. "Sounds like she was pretty special to you." She says in a low, somewhat hushed tone.

He looks deep in his cup, fidgeting with the rim. "She was. I wasn't going to go into this, but... my ex's name is Nichole... and she's the first person I ever loved. We were together for three years." He counts three fingers out, tapping them on the cup thoughtfully.

Zack genuinely looks surprised, his eyebrows raised high as he glances towards MC.

Chris continues, "But when she decided to go to another college, she dumped me on the spot." He still doesn't look up, the sadness now rolling off of his person in waves.

Abbie's mouth drops open, "That's so... harsh." She looks towards Tyler and he frowns, nodding in agreement. They both look away, unsure how to react further, MC noticing their moods completely shift.

Chris looks up around the group quickly before turning his gaze back down to his hands. "To be honest... I'm still not over her. And it'll probably be awhile before I am." He looks up and around the group again, now aware how serious the tone has become. He forces a smile out for everyone to see. "That's why I promised myself that I'm just going to have fun here. No serious relationships for at least a year." He nods to himself.

MC tries to show him honest support at his brave admission. "Huh... that's smart. You've got to protect yourself... and it won't be fair to the next girl you date if you're still not over your ex." She gives him a smile.

He looks at her with a serious and thankful expression in return. "Exactly." Clearly ready to leave the spotlight, he continues. "Listen, enough about me. Can I ask MC a question in return?" He looks towards Kaitlyn and Zack, as they have been arguing the "rules" all night.

MC looks at them as well. "What do the rules say Kaitlyn?" Kaitlyn leans over slightly, nudging her shoulder with MC’s.

Zack scoffs on her other side, mockingly rolls his eyes. "So far it seems like the rules are whatever Kaitlyn wants them to be."

Kaitlyn nods and smiles, waving an imaginary wand, gavel, or some other authoritative object. "Ask away, Chris!"

As he looks back, MC can tell this is different. His tone, facial expression, body language - he's suddenly very serious. "Okay MC... what's your take on love?"

She knew his question would have an edge from the look on his face, but she honestly didn't expect this question. However she doesn't disappoint, holding her ground, accepting it as fair. "My take on love?" She repeats as he takes a deep breath, holding it longer than normal. "I'm open to love, but..." She pauses, making sure she's very clear, "...I'm not desperate." She needs him to understand that, even though he may have already formed a different opinion from their interactions earlier in the day.

It seems like he doesn't move for ages, then slowly he gives a slight nod. "Seems wise. Best to just let it happen." He looks calm, almost peaceful.

Maybe she misread his earlier interest, thinking that he may be trying to make sure she doesn't try and corner him. She wonders what motivated that question though, as the path to this point hasn't been very straightforward. Now she was confused but decided to let it drop, abolishing any disappointment she may have had. Either way, they both now had a clear understanding how the other now felt. "Exactly."

Kaitlyn seems to pick up on something else though, her eyes crackling with excitement. "Interesting... very interesting." No one seems to hear her though.

A few rounds of drinks and many questions later, Abbie looks at her phone to check the time. "Well, I've hit my embarrassment quota for the night, so I think I'm going to turn in..." She stands and stretches.

Kaitlyn pouts from her folded position on the sofa. "What? It's so early!"

Tyler looks at her incredulously. "It's two in the morning..." He rubs his arm and yawns. "And it's become a little chilly out..."

Kaitlyn joins them, standing quickly. "Exactly!" She exclaims, the pauses before continuing, obviously rethinking how she felt. "Honestly... I am a little tired. But I just want to say this is the most fun I've ever had."

Tyler nods with a rare, shy grin. "Me too." He quickly looks towards Abbie and then back to Kaitlyn when she quickly averts her gaze from his.

Chris follows everyone's lead and stands up to stretch as well. "It's going to be an amazing year. I'm so glad I have you guys as suitemates." Smiling warmly he looks around the group. "I feel like we all know each other so well now too." He lightly chuckles.

Kaitlyn catches Tyler's yawn and does so herself. "And on that note, I'll see you in the morning." She salutes everyone and begins following Tyler and Abbie towards the stairs.

Zack moves right in line with her. "I actually think I'll head to bed too. Besides... we've got plenty of nights like these to look forward to, right?" He nudges Kaitlyn in the side.

Kaitlyn smiles and agrees. "I guess you're right." As she and the others leave the roof, Kaitlyn shoots MC and Chris one last, meaningful look.

Chris catches it and furrows his brow, turning toward MC with a questioning expression. "What was that look all about?" He tilts his head, curiously raising an eyebrow.

She's almost glaring at Kaitlyn before she catches herself under his gaze. "Uh, nothing! Just... one of those looks, I guess." She stands and turns to look out over the starlit campus. A slight shiver moves through her from the crisp night air.

He quietly walks over and joins her at the railing, propping himself on his elbows as well. "So... not tired?" Chris turns his head slightly as he studies her face.

She sighs. "Not yet. And I want to savor this, you know? Our first night together as a suite." She smiles, already replaying the highlights of the last 24 hours.

He looks back out across the dark campus. "It all starts here. You nervous?"

She thinks about his question for a minute before you answer honestly, with a big puff of air. "A little. You?"

He doesn't look at her, but she sees his smile grow and he lightly laughs. "Oh, I'm terrified. But it's a good kind of terrified." He lowers his voice somewhat as he continues, "And so long as you're around... I'd say there's a lot to look forward to." He turns his head towards her, halfway hiding his face behind his shoulder as he leans on the railing.

She can't see what type of expression he has across his lips, but she can see his eyes, and they speak volumes. He's being sincere, and he's happy. His blue eyes almost appear to be dancing in the low light.

As she is also leaning on the railing, she almost mirrors his movement, hiding her face as much as possible behind her own shoulder, as she feels it gradually turning warm. "Chris..." She whispers, "I feel exactly the same way."

She’s surprised at his confession, and even more so at her own, as they both had been so aloof about this subject just moments before. Neither time was a lie though, because they both understood each other's position, though clearly had felt something new on top of it all.

He straightens up and closes the already small gap between them both. She does the same, running her hand across the railing slowly, trying to focus her breathing. Being this close to him was causing a reaction within her body.

He speaks calmly. "I know we just met, but..." He pauses, running his hand through his messy hair, "...I feel a connection with you. And maybe it's not cool to say that, I just..." He almost sighs with frustration, "...I just had to get it off my chest." His other hand finds hers on the railing and draws light circles on the back of her wrist, mesmerized by his own actions.

MC’s hand feels like it's on fire wherever he touches it. His fingers are so warm against her cool skin. "I'm glad you did." She almost whispers, also watching his fingers move.

He softly smiles and turns his piercing blue eyes up to meet her hazel ones, searching. "Really?"

"Really." She blushes and he quickly notices, halting his hand and completely lowering it, covering her hand with his. The heat she remembered him giving off before begins to soak through her hand, up her arm, touching her neck and chest.

His free hand is back running through his hair, pausing to rub the back of his neck anxiously. He sighs, "Listen... I know I must be throwing out mixed signals." His smile is gone again and his face now holds a small frown instead.

She hates that his happiness is suddenly gone as it fits him so well, unlike this look of frustration and anguish he now has. Her heart aches for him, unsure of what she's sensing.

"The truth is, I'm really not looking to start anything serious. But... here, in this moment with you." He squeezes her hand, the one he had been attending to. "Things just feel... right."

She didn't think there was really any space between them both still, but Chris proved otherwise. Moving even closer, he takes her hand in his, cautiously at first. He looks at her again and when she doesn't pull away, he interlaces his fingers with hers, smiling down at her hopefully.

MC smiles back in response, hoping to give him some reassurance if possible. He takes a deep breath, gathering courage before he quietly says, "I really want to kiss you MC. I think... I think I've actually wanted to ever since you laid me out flat in the quad earlier." Its extremely quiet until she suddenly laughs, unable to stop herself at the comment and related imagery. After a brief second of shock at her sudden reaction, he joins her with his own deep chuckle.

As their laughter dies down, he studies her face. His eyes leave hers, traveling across her nose and cheekbones before they land on her lips. She doesn't say a word but her breath quickens considerably. His free hand reaches up and gently tucks a lock of her golden hair behind her ear before cupping her face, creating more heat at the contact point.

She pulls at her bottom lip, lightly biting at it, causing him to immediately halt her action with his thumb. Startled, she lets out a small gasp and her mouth opens the tiniest amount, but he sees it. His eyes jump up to hers before instantly he leans in, softly pressing his lips to hers.

All at once she feels the electricity surge from his firm, velvety lips, through to her toes. Her eyes fall shut and she see stars in the darkness behind their lids, matching the night sky. Her mind is reeling as she struggles to focus, realizing that the few kissing experiences she had in high school felt absolutely nothing like this. This was a feeling she would have trouble describing. His thumb rubs her cheek as he pulls his lips back, resting his forehead against hers.

Both are slightly gasping for breath from the solitary kiss. "Wow." She whispers, trying to calm her heart as it threatens to beat out of her chest. She wonders if he felt it too, opening her eyes and looking up.

That's when she realizes his eyes are already open, now a much darker blue than before, and he was staring at her. His face is still extremely close to hers and all of the anxiety is gone from his body. He suddenly seems so sure, so confident in this moments.

"Yeah..." He breathlessly agrees before moving his hand quickly from her cheek to the back of her head, running his fingers through her hair. Pulling her face toward his, Chris' lips crush into hers again, this time laced with raw desire.

She matches his eagerness, opening her mouth as he asks, his tongue gentle but somewhat forceful as he enters. She lets out a small moan and her body melts into his chest. This causes an echo within him, his other hand wrapping around her waist and pulling her firmly against him.

She feels his hot muscles flex against her as she runs her hands up his chest and around his neck, threading them into the base of his hair. He groans and breaks contact briefly to pant for only a moment, before adjusting his assault on her flushed lips. A few more seconds pass, feeling like eternity to them both, as they break the tight seal between them.

They both stand there, eyes barely open, foreheads together, trying to catch their breath. Both of his arms now wrapped around her waist as her hands are lightly rubbing his biceps in a soothing way.

As the intensity subsides, he moves one arm up her back, around her shoulders. Smiling he pulls the other up to join the first, wrapping his arms around her. She leans into him, absorbing his natural warmth in the embrace, no longer cold inside or out.

"You know, this does feel... right." She tilts her face up to meet his once more. He doesn't hesitate at all, their lips melting together again as he pulls her closer. As they separate from the encore, Chris stifles a laugh, his blue eyes crinkling at the corners.

She tries to act put-off by his actions but fails miserably as she smiles back with a slight sneer. "What the hell are you laughing at?" She pokes one finger into his firm chest muscle, which he flexes in response.

"I'm... laughing, I just... I don't know. I'm happy, I guess." His eyes still a dark blue, though not as deep as when he rushed her lips moments before, and not their normal lighter shade either. She liked that they appeared to change slightly with his mood.

"Me too. That was nice." She shyly smiles and looks down, her finger tracing figure-eights on Chris's forearm. He watches her quietly for a moment before she speaks again, almost too faint. "Well... I guess it's time we got some sleep. Tomorrow will be here quickly."

He smiles, almost bashfully. "Yeah... it's getting pretty late." He pulls away from her, causing a part of her to feel empty. He doesn't get far tho, as he grabs her hand and leads her towards the stairs, turning lights off and blowing out candles along the way. He makes sure she safely navigates the stairs as both of their eyes adjust to the limited moonlight as they descend into darkness.

Once inside he locks the door and walks her towards her room. It's then MC realizes that his is the door across from hers. He rubs his thumb across the back of her hand, looking into her eyes. "Maybe we can talk more later? Or, you know..." He trails off, seeming slightly conflicted, similar to earlier on the roof.

MC gives him a warm reserved smile. "I'd like that. Goodnight, Chris."

He squeezes her hand before he lets go, turning towards his room. "Night MC."

She makes it inside her doorway and quietly shuts the door, hoping she doesn't wake any of the other roommates. It’s then that she notices the time - the two of them were up there way longer than she thought. As she changes into her sleep tank, she replays the last 30 minutes or so over in her head.

Her face and body feel hot as she touches her lips, imagining his there again instead. As she lays down, she remembers the way his body felt crushed against her own. The heat his firm toned muscles creates feels almost like a drug to her, causing her body to involuntarily react at the thought of it. She reaches down and notices her bodily response from his attention on the roof. Just thinking about him now made it worse.

She groans and turns over, smashing her face into her pillow, trying to tell herself that it was just a kiss "...with your roommate..." she mumbles into the pillow. While it was exciting and obviously intense, she is unsure what to expect from it all. He told her he didn't want anything serious, but it sure didn't feel that way when they were alone on the roof. MC tosses and turns as she tries to shut down her thoughts, eventually becoming successful, falling asleep.

MC wakes up to the sound of her phone ringing. "Ugh... what time is it?" She gropes around her sheets for the offending noise and find it besides her pillow. She blinks and rub her eyes, trying to focus. "Four missed calls? From my parents? What the..."

She quickly throws on some pj pants and walks down the hall, noticing that all her roommates doors are still closed. To keep it quiet she steps out into the chill morning air to make the call. "Mom? What's going on? Why did you guys call me four times?" She rubs her temple to remove some of the grogginess.

Her mother’s voice unsteadily responds. "MC, there's something I have to tell you..." She sighs heavily.

MC suddenly feels sick, all kinds of possibilities running through her mind "Did something happen? What's wrong?" She quickly presses her mother for more information.

"It's your father. He... he lost his job. We can't pay your tuition." Her words become hushed as she ends the last sentence, MC’s world falling with them.

"But... I haven't even started classes yet!" She protests, hearing her sigh again on the other end with guilt. MC shakes her head and takes a deep breath. "Mom... don't worry. I'll... I'll figure something out." She closes her eyes tightly, pinching the bridge of her nose, as her mind begins racing.

"We're so, so sorry about this MC. We're going to make this right, okay? Your father just needs some time to find a new job.” Her mother pauses. “We love you!" She pleads with her, obviously concerned about the next step.

"Yeah... I love you too." MC hangs up the phone and turns to face the suite door, thinking of her new friends and the classes that were about to start. "This can't be happening... what am I going to do?"

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@collegeanon-sickfics gave me the final push to write a fic about that one prompt I wrote about wearing the ugly Christmas sweater! I really wanted to but kept putting it off and being a goof about it, so finally having someone else say go for it got me to. It was super fun! Keith’s sweater is based off one I have actually seen out in the wild of the mall (h&m last Christmas if you want to look it up).

That Sweater Tho

"Yeah, sounds good we can meet you there,"  Lance said into his phone, "Tell Pidge to chill, we're on our way. Just gotta pick up something- pie would be good right? Pecan pie or something?"

Lance looked around the parking lot while Hunk was rambling in his ear about the different options and how close he, Shiro, and Pidge were to the farm they were going to meet up at. Keith didn't live very far, and said it wouldn't take him more than fifteen minutes to walk there, but Lance had been waiting for ages. 

"If he doesn't get his butt here in the next 2 minutes I'm just going in to buy a pecan pie. Pumpkin pie is so overdone, and you know Allura is going to bring homemade tarts- they could be pecan, but you know they'll be that cinnamon pumpkin whipped stuff. Thats her specialty... Oh! Tell Pidge I heard that! Puh-lease, we're so doing the wagon ride. Twice now."

"Lance!" Keith hollered from the edge of the parking lot. He scrunched his nose at the grating pain in his throat from shouting, but was too glad to finally be there. He had his side-slung bag over his shoulder and his hands stuffed into his pockets. The wind whipped through the parking lot and blasted his hair out of order again. The cold wind ripped through his clothes and made his nose start to drip as a shiver jolted up his back. None the less he started jogging over to Lance's car.

"Oh shit, the boy, he here. Look I'll get Keith to call on speaker while we're driving, gotta go." Lance swiped off the call and turned to watch Keith half-run-half-walk through the crowded lot. He crossed his arms on the roof of his car and watched with a half smile. "About time! I was going to shop without y- What is that?"

"What?" Keith slowed to a walk around the front end of the car. He stared at Lance's own windblown hair and chilled-pink face.

"Babe! Its not even Halloween yet, what on Earth are you wearing?" Lance covered his mouth and leaned to the side trying to take in the whole hot mess of an outfit. Those tight black jeans with the coffee-tinted distressed pattern, the heavy boots with the tops of his thick socks showing, the mess of hair thanks to the wind, and that sweater...

"Its the warmest one I have that I could find," Keith looked down at his sweater. Hunk and Pidge had bought them both god-awful sweaters last year for Christmas- it was supposed to be cute with the two of them being a matching set. It was horrendous, dark blue with cakes, gifts, snowmen, and pizza patterned into it. Lance's was the same sort of set up, but in a deep red with bread and snowflakes and fireworks. When they stood side-by-side the words on the front lined up to read 'Merry Crustmas- And A Toast To The New Year'. 

It was horrendous, but so god damn warm. For a joke gift, and for something from one of those pop-up kiosks at the mall, it was really well made. Tight knit, thick yarn, and comfortable.

"Its not going to get that cold," Lance reached for Keith's hand and pulled him towards the grocery store. "God, you're hands are freezing! Thats still a god-awful sweater."

"Love you too," Keith sniffled and rolled his eyes as Lance kissed the back of his frozen hand.

"I know."

Keith sat in the passenger seat, holding on to the box of hot chocolate mix and the fancy artisan tortilla chips they ended up buying. Lance's phone rested on the passenger side dash, and Pidge was whining through the phone about how long they were taking. Honestly, Keith was half-dazed and not even listening. He knew he was fighting off a cold the past few days- he was always one of the first to get 'the seasonal crud' every year.

"We'll Matt's lucky then, they didn't have any." Lance's voice pierced through to Keith, bringing him back to attention from staring at the scenery speeding by. Keith shook his head and smiled to himself; they debated brands for about 5 minutes before getting a text in all caps about Pidge's brother being allergic to nuts. Lance about shit when he realized he almost made a mistake there, but of course he would play the dork after the fact.

"Huh?" Keith had zoned out again, and heard Lance's voice and caught him glancing over for a second before he returned his eyes to the road.

"Don't fall asleep on me, Keith, we're almost there. Anyway, if you didn't hear," Lance hammed up his voice as he continued, "Pidge's brother is going to be there. Apparently he hates pecans-"

"Lance, he's allergic. Thats why Hunk kept telling you not to get a pecan pie." Keith huffed out a short laugh that turned into a small fit of coughing.

"I mean, logically you just say he's allergic, not offer eighteen different options without a reason. Anyway we're pulling up now- bye!" Lance grabbed the phone and shut off the call while Keith patted at his chest to try and bring the fit to an end.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, choked on that laugh." Keith swiped the back of his hand up under his nose as he sniffled again. His voice sounded rough, even to his ears.

"You sure? Are you feeling alright," Lance pulled the car into a parking spot under one of the huge, orange-leafed maple trees," that didn't sound very good."

"Yeah, I'll be alright." He sniffed again. His nose refused to behave and started running like crazy. "Think its the start of a cold, not a big deal."

"Aww, babe, no wonder you wanted that ugly ass sweater. God I should have realized, you wore that all through that flu you had last year."

"I did?" Keith started to unbuckle himself when he scrunched his face up, and jolted forward abruptly. "HEHtchh-huh" He gave a breathy sigh before he covered his nose with his sleeve.

"Yep-" Lance frowned and grabbed the bag of groceries off Keith's lap and threw them in the back seat. "You said it was the best for when you had the chills. Oh-" He moved to press the back of his hand to Keith's cheek.

"I'm chilly, but its the weather," Keith moved away at the first feather light touch of Lance's hand.

"Sure it is," Lance shifted back in his seat. He took in how Keith looked; his face was still pink like he'd been out in the wind despite the fact they'd been driving for forty minutes in a heated car. "You sure you want to go out? We were going to go on a hay ride, it'll be pretty cold."

"If it makes you feel better, I can sit at the fire pit while you all go." Keith opened his door and stepped out. He was pretty groggy- being a passenger made him pretty tired on the best of days. He groped in his pocket for a tissue while Lance sorted himself out and dug around in the trunk. Keith pulled out a tissue and bent his head forward to blow his nose only to have something thrown over his head.

"If you aren't feeling up to the ride, sure. I can sit with you," Lance offered. Keith tugged off the worn plaid blanket Lance tossed at him. He ran his thumbs over the fabric before wrapping his frozen hands up in it.

"I know you love those," Keith cleared his throat to rid it of the gravely tone, "probably won't get the chance again 'til we do the Halloween haunt stuff- and then it will be all chainsaw chases and jump scares."

"Awwh," Lance started walking to the little wooden building with his arm through Keith's. He gave him a peck on the cheek and frowned again. Keith was running warm, but if he was adamant he could handle it, Lance wouldn't argue. "If you're sure, we'll only go once. You keep yourself warm."

"I'm sure, I'll get some apple cider and wait here." The two of them finally met up with the rest of the group.

"You're not coming for the hay ride?" Hunk jumped from the conversation he was having with some guy who looked almost the spitting image of Pidge. "Aw man." "I'm just a little tired from the drive over-"

"Guys! This is Matt," Pidge interrupted, "Oh, well. Thats one way to make a first impression Keith. Nice shirt."

Keith looked down again, he had almost forgotten he was wearing it again. Matt extended a hand and Keith stared at it for a second before he shook Matt's hand and spoke up.

"Ah, hi. Um, I'm Keith." He jerked his thumb at Lance, "This big dork is Lance, and he really wouldn't try and kill you with food. He just has a weird sense of humor."

"Keith!" Matt laughed, Keith chuckled along until it caused him to cough again. He tucked his face into his elbow as he was wracked with gurgled, congested coughs. Lance started to rub his back, "Hey, you okay?" 

Keith nodded while he coughed. It took another minute before the fit passed. He shook his head after it was over to shake off the foggy feeling that lingered.

"Go ahead, I'll sit this one out and see you guys when you're back." His voice was rough, and he felt like must look pathetic. After that fit he felt the warmth in his face, but he wasn't going to hold anyone back because the crisp air was disagreeing with him. He waved them off with a few more reassurances. Once they disappeared around the bend he flapped open the blanket Lance gave him and found a seat on one of the logs near the fire.

He sat slouched forward, and stared into the flames for about ten minutes trying to decide if it would be worth the energy to go order some hot cider when he heard a group of footsteps behind him. He turned to see the whole group standing there chatting with each other.

"Hey, Keith, Allura texted and said she'll be at Pidge's early, so we're going to head over there now. We're sleeping over anyway, we can come back tomorrow for this stuff." Lance stepped over the log to sit beside his boyfriend. He bumped shoulders with Keith, "We'll get you some cold medicine when we get there too. You look miserable all crunched up like that."

"Sure," Keith sniffed back through heavy congestion, "I'd be fine with that." "Thought you would. Come on, before your crud turns into a full blown flu."

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Cheater Derek Hale x Reader Alternative #1

A/n: so I had recently well, somewhat recently made a story called cheater Derek Hale x Reader. And a lot of you really like the story and I couldn’t thank you guys so much for the support. But, within the days of this story is up I was massaged by two people who wanted me to continue the story... me I can’t personally continue the story so I just decided to do Alternatives in this to make it like you have options or choices or something like that, so enjoy.

Track: Twenty One Pilots - Goner

Characters: Reader, Derek Hale, Breadon, Teen Wolf cast

Tags: @blennasaurusrex

Cheater Derek Hale x Reader Full story

She stood in front of the door where the sounds were coming from and she quickly opened the door to the point it made no sound, they didn’t know that she was there as the girl kept riding Derek and him feeling on her body as they both moan and groaned.

“What the fuck!” (y/n) screamed making the two stop what they were doing as they both pulled the covers over their bodies.

“Baby, it’s not what it looks like,” Derek said as he sat all the way up in the bed and began to put his boxers back on.

“So this is what you’ve been doing. I knew it, how could you do this to me?! Why!? I would never do this to you, are you fucking serious!” (y/n) screamed at him as he fully put on his boxers to walk over to her as she stepped back.

When he was walking over to her (y/n) caught a glimpse of the girl in the bed in her spot where she slept and that person was her sister.

“Breadon!!!” (y/n) screamed out when she saw her as her anger was now over the fucking roof. Derek looked at (y/n) with shocked eyes.

“You know her?” He asked her.

“Yes!!! She’s my fucking sister!!!” She yelled at him, Derek’s eyes were even wider now as he knew he had really fucked up.

“How long?” (y/n) asked the both of them.

“What?” Breadon asked as she was putting on her clothes.

“How long!” (y/n) screamed

“Two months,” Derek said as he looked down at the ground.

“You know I went to go see mom and dad and they told me that you had found someone who you were in love with and come to find out that it’s my boyfriend, that fucking hurts. I am so pissed to the point where I am done talking.” (y/n) said as she began to take off her earrings and place her hair into a bun.

“What are you doing?” Breadon asked her as she and Derek were looking at (y/n) fix herself up for something.

“I’m about to beat yo ass.” She said as she jumped on the bed and tackled her sister to the floor and began to punch her and pulling her hair out. She was screaming on the floor and Derek was trying to get (y/n) off of her until she hit him in the nuts and he fell over.

she then began to drag Breadon by her hair and down the hallway to the stairs.

By now the pack had shown up at their house for their meeting that was held there. and as soon as everyone opened the door and walked in they saw Breadon be thrown to the floor from down the stairs.

they stared in shocked at what they had just seen, they heard (y/n) and Derek arguing with each other as they walked over to a hurt Breadon.

“I can’t believe you did that!!” Dere yelled.

“What you bitch ass want to be next?!!” (y/n) screamed out to him as he was getting dressed and her running to the stairs to go finish her sister off.

By now everyone was in the house trying to figure out what was going on, the (y/n) grabbed Breadon by the top of her head and began to drag her outside to the backyard.

“(Y/n) Whats going on?! Why are you holding Breadon like that?!” Scott asked as everyone watched what was happening.

“I told this bitch if she ever pulled that shit again I was going to kill her, and guess what she did it again. I’m tired of this bitch breathing!!” (y/n) said as she pulled her outside.

“(y/n) Stop what did she do?” Stiles asked her.

“Bitch always having sex with my boyfriend, and I’m tired of it.” she said as she then pulled out her gun and without thinking she pulled the trigger killing her sister.

She heard a wave of ‘No’s’ being shouted at her even from the guy she loved. Everyone was shocked that she just did that because she was known for being the calm one but this whole side to (y/n) had everyone scared except, Peter, he actually liked it.

“I can’t believe you care about this bitch, If you want her so bad her lifeless body is on the floor just waiting for her to be bitten by you… I don’t ever want to see you again and nor am I will be here for you no more were done fuck you,” she said to Derek as she left the house.

Everyone then turned to look a Derek as he sat down on the ground with his head in his hands.

“Looks like someone fucked up badly, (y/n) was a nice and beautiful girl why would you cheat on her with her own sister and for how long?” Everyone looked at Peter when he said that.

“1, I didn’t know they were sisters and 2. I was dating her for 2 months.” Derek told them.

“Wow,” Peter said as he walked out of the house to go find (y/n).

When Peter walked outside he saw (y/n) by her car slumped down to her knees as she was screaming and crying into her hands. Peter ran over to her and placed a hand on her back at which she flinched at as he told her it’s okay.

he then picked her up in his arms and held her as she cried into his shoulder, as he tried to quite her and soothe her broken heart.

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She cried into his chest as she tried to get him to go away but for him, he wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. "Peter let me go." She said as she was crying on his chest.

"I'm not going anywhere, I'm here with you." He tells her as he holds her tighter but not enough to hurt her or take her air away from her.

"Why are you being so nice to me?" She asked him as she pulled back a little to look him straight in the eyes.

"Because I love you." He told her, the three words that he would never say to anyone before. she looked at him in shock of what she had just heard. Peter Hale, the hothead asshole member of the family just told someone that he loved them.

And that person was her, "Did you hear me?" He asked her snapping her out of her daydream, "huh?" she said.

"I love you." And just like that as he said it again her eyes began to tear up again but, this time it was happy tears fell from her eyes as he began to whip them away as she moved his hands from her face and wrapped her arms around his next and kissed him passionately.

He held her and kissed her back as their lips moved in sync with each other until they lost their breath, he slightly let go of her but his hands were still on her hips and her's still around his neck as he told her.

"Let's get you out of here," he said as he took the keys from her hand and walking her to the passenger side and letting her get in like a gentleman would do as he walked over to the other side taking his spot in the driver's seat and drove off.

It has now been some years since Y/n had seen Derek, she never went to the funeral of her dead sister and neither was she questioned about her death... She lives happily married with Peter with three kids, (Kids names) he had recently found out that he had a daughter named Malia.

He asked if she wanted to live with us but she said no, she rather stay with her friends, we were completely okay with that, from time to time Peter helps them with important stuff, but he always comes back to his family.

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[sunshinykittens-blog]

Stark Tower - Thanksgiving Weekend

Wednesday was a quiet day in the Tower. Tony had originally started thinking about maybe having Thanksgiving catered in, but then the others had started talking about going away. Clint and Natasha wanted to go off and “see some people” they knew. Steve and Bucky had said they were going back to their old neighborhood and have dinner with some friends. So Tony planned on taking Pepper and jetting off to the Malibu house for a cozy Thanksgiving for two.

And then things went south. Not literally south – OK literally, it was south - but they had gotten a call. So the whole lot of them had spent the night before Thanksgiving down in South America, fighting back a band of guerillas and rescuing a couple busloads of school children returning from an extended field trip. When they had awoken on Thanksgiving afternoon, it had been pizza and pho, which wasn’t Tony’s idea of a Thanksgiving meal. Still, they ate it and were thankful to not be out in the field. Afterwards, the assassin siblings headed off for the rest of the weekend, and the two old men went off to Brooklyn. Bruce was in the lab late that night when Tony got bored.

Bruce looked up as Tony entered the lab before returning to the test tube in front of him. “Some Thanksgiving, huh?”

Tony made a noncommittal sound. “I’d planned on taking Pepper away, but now she’s got her nose buried in some merger or something.” He moved over to have a look at the test results scrolling by on the computer screen. “So my weekend is shot. How’s yours going?”

Bruce finished making his notes. “Well, mine is just about done. I set up this experiment to run over Thanksgiving through Saturday night. So I’ll have a few days off to sleep, or whatever.”

Tony smirked. “Got a girlfriend we don’t know about?”

“Oh, noooo….the…Other Guy, he’s not very good at the boyfriend thing. Nope, I am going to just take some time to relax and maybe get in some reading.”

“We should do something, you know, Science Bros stuff.” Tony’s face lit up. “How about laser tag? I could go down and get out the guns –“

Bruce’s eyes widened in alarm, “Yeah, no, no, I don’t think that would be a good idea.”

“Aw, c’mon, we could be a team, lie in wait for Rogers and Barnes.”

Bruce fixed Tony with a look that said very patient father with a 6 year old who wanted to use his mom’s apron as a cape when he jumped off the roof in hopes he could fly by sheer willpower. “Tony. Remember the last time you broke out the laser guns? Someone got me, the Other Guy guy took out half the lab here,” he swept his hand around. “Tony, I wasn’t even playing. And now you want me to go down and wait for Barnes, the Winter Soldier?”

Tony pouted. “Rogers swears he’s not that guy anymore. That’s the only reason he’s allowed in the Tower, you know.”

Bruce raised an eyebrow. “Do you really want to take that chance? And do you think Steve will overlook it?”

Tony shrugged one shoulder. “Yeah ok.” He moved over to another computer, his back towards Bruce.

After a few minutes, Bruce turned away from his completed data and towards Tony’s back. “So… how is the remodel coming along? Will it be ready by December?” He knew that it would be; there was very little that Tony’s money couldn’t buy.

“Oh yeah,” he dismissed, “they finished everything except the paint yesterday.”

“Wow, that was fast.” Bruce removed his lab coat and hung it on one of the hooks by the door. “Hey, uh… wanna go down and paint something? Give us something to do.”

And that’s how Bruce and Tony came to be found painting walls in an empty apartment by Steve and Bucky when they returned from their evening out. And, being the super soldiers always looking for something good to do, they grabbed rollers and brushes and joined in.  Before long, the larger apartment was finished. Tony was yawning, but still energized. The sky was starting to turn a lighter shade of gray as the sun crept closer to peeking over the horizon.

“Hey, what do you say we go over to their apartment, pack everything up, and move them in?” Tony looked a little frazzled, but bright eyed as ever. Bruce was not so awake.

“Unnnnhhh, I have to get some sleep, I’ve gone most of the past 24 hours without any. Count me out of that adventure.” Bruce put down the brush he was rinsing and wiped his hands on a cloth. “I can’t be a party to breaking and entering.”

“It’s not breaking and entering if you have a key.” Tony grinned and held a key aloft triumphantly.

“Where did you get that?” Steve frowned in suspicion.

Tony shrugged. “I found it when I returned their bags.”

Bucky hmphed. “Found it or stole it?”

“The word you are looking for is borrowed. What do you say? Do another good deed?” Tony smiled expectantly.

Steve and Bucky agreed as they heard the elevator opening. Moments later they heard Pepper’s voice just before she came around the door frame. She stopped and stared in awe at the walls. “Tony! Did you do all this?”

“Well, yes!” Tony winked at her. “Of course, I had some help. In fact, they are about to help me with another project.”

Pepper turned to look at the three of them in turn. “What other project, the guys with the carpeting will be here in a few minutes.”

Tony kissed her. “Good, they should be done by the time we get back then. We are going to pack them up and move them in. As soon as we get changed into something a little cleaner.” He stepped around her, intending to follow the others to the elevator.

Pepper turned to follow him. “Wait, where did you get a key to their apartment?”

“Oh, I got it from them before they left.”

Pepper stepped onto the elevator with him. “Who is going?”

“Looks like me and the old guys. Bruce needed a nap. He gets grumpy without sleep.”

“I’m going with you. I can’t trust that you won’t break anything. And you aren’t a big fan of cats.”

Tony made a distasteful face. “I don’t know what you are talking about. I get along with T’Challa just fine.”

 About an hour later, they were standing just inside the apartment. There was a scattering of boxes but it didn’t appear that the women were quite prepared to move. The guys started picking things up and putting them in boxes. Pepper insisted on packing the breakables.

“Hey, Tony,” Steve called from a back room, “which boxes are we going to put in which apartment? How are we going to tell their stuff apart?”

Tony shrugged. “We’ll put it all in the big apartment. They can sort it out when they get back.”

Pepper came out of the bedroom with a cat carrier holding an orange and white cat. “I got this one out from under a bed. He’s a sweetie though, aren’t you?”

It was clear that the cat in question wasn’t too happy to be in the carrier. He was making pitiful muffled mewling sounds. Barnes followed a few minutes later with another carrier, this one had a black and white cat in it. Barnes was also holding a little grey kitten. “I thought they only had 2 cats.” The grey kitten was intent on climbing to his shoulder and rubbing against his face. Steve chuckled, and Barnes scowled.

“Hey boss,” Happy called from the hallway, “I’ve got the truck parked downstairs. Ready to load up?”

 Pepper ordered lunch in for them, and it was waiting when they finished putting the furniture and boxes into the larger of the two apartments. Afterwards, everyone retired for a good nap. It was evening when they all, including Clint and Natasha, managed to trickle in for a belated Thanksgiving dinner that Pepper had catered. It was a miracle that she didn’t have to find each of them and bully everyone to a sit-down meal.

 Very late Friday night, Steve was filling in Clint on what they had spent the day doing. “We only managed to get the larger apartment finished, so Bucky and I thought we’d go over and do the other one. It shouldn’t take as much time. It’s only a 2 bedroom, 1 bath.”

“Don’t forget the cat room thing,” Bucky reminded.

Clint went with them to have a look, and they managed to knock the whole thing out in only a couple of hours. Afterwards they returned to the common area. Steve had just finished whipping up some strawberry-blueberry milkshakes when the elevator doors opened. Steve frowned at the figure as it trudged towards the closet in the foyer. The other two turned, and they all watched her come out sans her luggage and coat, then into the common room. She looked exhausted. She closed her eyes and sucked in a deep breath, continuing her shuffle towards the range.

Steve greeted her. “Hello, aren’t you one of the new housekeepers?” He indicated the dry erase board where several scribbles had appeared under the “SIGN IN,” including one line that said “Sunshine + Kittens.”

“Yes,” she sighed, reaching for the kettle and turning on a burner.

The three men exchanged glances. “We thought you two wouldn’t be back until Sunday evening sometime,” Steve continued, “where is your partner?”

“She’s still in Washington,” came the reply. The woman reached for a mug that was a little too far back on the shelf. Steve pulled it out and handed it to her. “Thank you. Short people problems. We were supposed to be back Sunday, but I had to get out of there early.”

“Why?” Bucky asked.

The woman busied herself pulling a box of tea from the cabinet and opening a packet. She heaved a deep sigh. “My partner’s oldest child. She’s…different from me… like, a way lot different. She’s not…Not my cup… not my monke…”She rubbed her eyes and spluttered a bit.

“Not your cup of monkey?” Clint supplied with a smirk.

Her mouth pinched closed tight and hand flung out. “Exactly!” she pressed both hands to her temples, rubbing in circles. “We had words, and the dinner conversation. I left before sunlight, do you know how hard it is to find a flight that early on the day after Thanksgiving? And there was a layover in Denver, and kids running in the airports, and screaming babies…And then when I got home…” Her voice broke and her caught. “Nothing…all the stuff…”

She sniffled and that’s when Bucky saw tears start to spill from her eyes. He jumped up, followed by Clint, who made a dash towards the liquor cabinet. Bucky drew the woman around to the other side of the island and sat her down on a chair.

The woman started to sob. “My poor Spa-az-zie-e-e-ee..” She turned her face into Bucky’s chest. He, bewildered, put his arm around her shoulders. “And I can’t find my soooockk *hic* and when is mama EVER coming HOOOOOMMMEEEE?!?!”

Clint returned with a tumbler of bourbon. He pressed it into her hand and looked at Steve. “Tony didn’t tell them, did he? You better go find him and bring him up here, like NOW!”

Steve nodded and headed down in the elevator. “Jarvis, where is Tony right now?”

“Mr. Stark is currently in his lab working on the latest suit, sir. Shall I hail him for you?”

“No thanks, I’ll go to him.”

By the time the doors opened, Steve had a stubborn set to his jaw and a full blown scowl on his face. He waited for the security measures to recognize him and allow him access to the lab. Tony was tinkering with one of the propulsion units.

“Tony,” Steve barked. “We need you upstairs.”

Tony didn’t look up. “You guys go on without me, I’m kind of busy.”

Steve crossed the room and stood where Tony could see him behind the suit. “No, we need you. Now.”

Tony gave an exasperated sigh. “It can wait.”

“No. It can’t!” Steve shot back. Tony looked up in angry surprise. “It’s one of your housekeepers. She’s back.”

Tony cocked his head to one side. “They weren’t supposed to be back until Sunday.”

“And,” Steve continued, “she has no idea about the move we did.”

Steve and Tony arrived in the common room a few minutes later. The Lippy One was sitting next to Barnes, with Barton across from her. Her face was red and splotchy, almost as if she’d been crying. The way the others were glaring at him didn’t make him feel comfortable, but he wasn’t going to let that show.

“Hey, what’s up with this? You aren’t supposed to be back in town until Sunday. I’m not paying you extra.” She glared at him, her eyes shooting daggers at him. “What’s wrong?”

Her face fell, and she lifted the tumbler to her lips. But a sob escaped before she could take a drink, and then Steve was pressing a clean handkerchief into her hand. Tony rolled his eyes. Leave it to Rogers to have a clean hankie on him. Finally she was able to speak.

“Thanksgiving was really stressful, I had to get out of there before a real fight broke out between me and the oldest child, I had to take 3 flights, endure two layovers, crying babies, a sinus headache, and then I came home to find out that someone broke into my apartment and stole everything. Including my cat! I’m sure that Officer Yang is sick of seeing me, and I didn’t have anywhere to go. I wasn’t expecting anyone to be here, but I thought I could crash on one of the sofas. I certainly didn’t expect to, to…snot all over everywhere, I assure you these outbursts are quite rare, now may I please have a blanket so I can just crash?”

The three men were standing there, staring at Tony. Man, if looks could kill! Steve’s arms were crossed, Bucky kept clenching and unclenching his fists. And Clint. Well, Clint was running his thumb back and forth across his fingertips.

Steve muttered, “If you don’t tell her, Tony, I will go get Pepper, I swear to God.”

Tony finally gave her a bright smile. “I think we can do better than that. Come with me.”

Tony led the little entourage down to the apartments on the 62nd floor. He stopped in front of the smaller apartment and turned the lock. He was thinking that he could get the others to move one of the beds over when the door swung open. His jaw dropped. Someone had already painted the place and moved in some things.

She walked in and stopped for a moment, her jaw just as low as Tony’s. “Oh my go- what happened? My stuff! MY SPAZZIE!” An orange and white blur came flying from the back of the apartment, practically leaping into her arms. There was more crying, this time accompanied by hugging, scratching, and purring. A black and white cat was weaving its way around her legs, and she eventually put the first cat down and picked up the second one, cuddling and petting him. The gray kitten was trying to climb her leg, and doing a darn good job of it too.

After a few minutes she put the second cat down. “Somebody want to tell me what the hell is going on? How did my apartment get here?” she demanded.

Tony shrugged. “Well, we just figured it would be nice for you to come back and find everything had been moved. One less thing for you to worry about, so to speak. Unfortunately, we didn’t know which stuff was whose, so you’ll have to go through them on your own. But, welcome home.” Tony smiled his biggest, best ‘Look at the wonderful thing I have done for you now be grateful’ smile.

A lot of emotions crossed her face. Wonder, confusion, a little joy. And then. Then the realization that they had basically broken into her apartment. “What? You? You broke into my apartment? You stole all our stuff? How dare you presume…I MADE A POLICE REPORT! I’M PRETTY SURE MAKING A FALSE REPORT IS A CRIME!”

Tony blinked, a little taken aback. “I-I can take care of that.”

“You had better take care of it!” She looked down at her waist, which was where the gray kitten now clung. She plucked it off her jeans and held it up by the scruff of its neck. “Where did this come from?”

They all exchanged glances. “It’s yours,” Tony said.

“Shut up!” she snapped. Her eyes turned to Steve and her voice softened just a bit. “This is not my cat. Where did it come from?”

Bucky shrugged, “It was in your apartment, it must be yours. It even has a collar.”

She deflated and scrunched up her face, rubbing her forehead once more. “Get out.”

“But-“ Steve said.

“Out!”

“But-“ Tony started.

“GET. THE HELL. OUT. OF MY. APARTMENT!!!”

The guys retreated quickly, and she slammed the door shut behind them.

 Saturday around one, the woman walked out of the elevator. She looked a lot fresher than the last time Steve and Bucky had seen her, wearing a long black maxi skirt and red t-shirt with a cardigan layered over it. She was carrying the gray kitten.

“Good morning,” Steve said, “have a cup of coffee?”

She smiled and shook her head, dropping the kitten on the counter in front of Bucky. “Good afternoon. No thanks, I’m pretty dehydrated from the planes. I’ll just have water.”

“Sleep OK?” The kitten had climbed up Bucky’s shirt to his shoulder.

She giggled. “He sure likes you.”

Steve grinned, Bucky scowled and went to remove it from his shirt. He shoved it across the island towards the woman. She held up her hands and shook her head. “Un-uh, he’s yours. Tag on the collar says so.”

Bucky squinted at the tag. Sure enough, the tag read “Bucky”. “But it’s not my cat. I don’t have a cat.”

The woman shrugged, “You do now. Two is my limit.” Seeing the disgruntled man ,she put her glass of water down. “Maybe she intended him as a gift for you.”

“She who?” Bucky grumbled, letting the thing bat at his hair.

“Sunny. My partner.”

Clint walked in from the lounge and headed for the coffeepot. “Your partner’s name is Sunny? Really?”

She turned and grinned. “Yep, for real for real. Her name is Sunny.” She noticed the mug in his hand, complete with two post it notes. “Ah, so that’s yours.”

Clint downed half the mug and poured more. “Yep. Is that yours?”

“Yep, that’s mine. I’m sorry about that, I was having a rough day.”

Steve and Bucky looked at Clint, who turned so they could read the notes. The first one, in Clint’s scrawl, read: “Do Not. Ever. Wash This Cup. Again. EVER!!!!!” The second one read “Then don’t leave your stuff lying around where it can get cleaned up.”

Clint’s laugh barked out. “HA! Don’t worry about it. Good retort.”

She relaxed. “OK, good. I was a little worried when I came back at the end of the night to remove it and the cup wasn’t where I left it.”

“So,” Clint said, “If your partner is Sunny, you must be…Kitten.”

She spluttered a bit. “Uh, yeah, no. Name is Kate.”

The others introduced themselves as Steve, Bucky, and Clint. After a few minutes talking, Natasha came in and Steve introduced the two women. Clint and Bucky alternated telling the story of what had happened the previous night with the painting and apartment.

Kate finished a second glass of water, and then her stomach growled. She ducked her head. “Sorry.”

“When was the last time you had anything to eat?” Steve asked.

“I dunno,” she replied. “Denver, maybe?”

Steve opened the fridge. “We need to get some food into you. What’ll it be? Burger? Omelet? Waffle?”

“Uh, she should have food in her own little fridge-lette. She shouldn’t need our food.” Tony and Pepper had come in when nobody was paying attention.

Steve noticed Kate stiffen next to him, and he really couldn’t blame her.”There isn’t a ‘fridge-lette’ in my apartment. Or a stove. Or apparently a place to put either one.”

Tony must have felt a little guilty, because he changed the topic very quickly.

“I’m glad to see you’re all here,” Tony began rubbing his hands together. “I was afraid I was going to have to yell ‘Assemble’ or something. As it is officially after Thanksgiving, you know what day it is now.” He looked around the room expectantly.

“Saturday,” Natasha offered.

“International Hat Day,” replied Clint.

“Blasé Day,” muttered Bucky.

“My eldest’s birthday,” Kate frowned.

Tony was temporarily flustered. “No, it’s – wait, you have kids? Nevermind. It’s the Christmas season, c’mon guys!” He grunted as everyone just looked at him. “Who wants to put up the decorations? Hah? Hah?”

Clint poured another cup of coffee. Bucky turned away, and Natasha concentrated on playing with the kitten. Steve put a dozen eggs on the counter.

“Aw, c’mon, really? No takers?” Tony looked from person to person.

Pepper lightly tapped Tony in the chest. “Told you not to get rid of the decorators.”

“Excuse me?” Tony replied softly. “You didn’t like the decorations. You said they were too ‘over the top,’ as I recall.”

Pepper cocked her head to the side and smiled. “It looked like an elf threw up in the lobby.”

“Wait, what?” Kate interjected.

Pepper smiled at her. “Oh yeah, it was horrible. Jarvis? Show the pictures of last year’s Christmas decorations.”

Pictures appeared on the wall behind Kate. She turned at Pepper’s direction. Maybe Pepper was exaggerating a bit, but the decorations were way too much. It looked like an overzealous troop from the planet Christmas had attacked and besparkled everything within an inch of its life.

“Oh well, Tony, looks like you are just going to have to hire someone else for it.”

“There is nobody else. The tree is arriving this afternoon at 4.”

Pepper just gave him a smug look. “Then it looks like you are doing the decorating.” She turned to the housekeeper. “Can I take you to lunch? It’s the least we can do, considering everything you’ve been through. There’s a little place around the corner, pretty casual. It’s Mr. Stark’s treat.”

Tony grinned, “I’ll get my coat.”

Pepper grabbed his arm. “Not you. This is girls only. Natasha, you want to come?”

The redhead stood up. “Love to, bye boys, have fun decorating for the holidays!”

 A few hours later, after a nice lunch and a little window shopping, the ladies returned to the Tower about sundown. Coming in through the front lobby, they saw that the tree had been delivered already. It was a good 30 feet high, looked like a Douglas fir. Kate stopped to consider how someone would get instruments and lights on it. That was really high up, and no way would she go up that high. They went up to the common area, hearing the cheers and protests coming from the back of the floor. Pizza boxes littered the kitchen.

“Ugh,” Kate groaned, “I am not on duty until Monday. I think I am going to go unpack some stuff and see if I can find my clothes. Thanks for lunch, it was nice.”

“No problem,” Pepper replied. “Like I said, it’s the least Tony could do. Let me know if you need anything, ok?”

“I don’t suppose you have a key to Sunny’s apartment.”

“I do not, but I bet I know who does. I’ll bring it to you later.”

Kate slumped against the elevator wall as it descended to her floor. Her phone had died during lunch, and she didn’t have a charger with her. After it got up to half-full, she would try calling Sunny again. Hopefully she wouldn’t be in an absolute panic. She started going through the boxes in her apartment while the cats twisted around her legs and tried to break her leg by tripping her. She finally gave up trying to find a complete box of either hers or Sunny’s stuff. She dumped out a box on the bed and started sorting Sunny’s stuff into it.

She’d managed to sort a few boxes of Sunny’s stuff out, and was moving them into the hall when Tony stepped off the elevator. She glanced at him and then went back to dragging boxes across the hall. Tony approached slowly, pulling a decorative handkerchief from his suit breast pocket and waving it.

“Truce?” he asked as he stepped up to her.

She glanced in his direction. “A truce flag is white. That’s electric blue.”

“Well, it’s all I got right now. How about a peace offering then.” He held up a key between forefinger and thumb. She frowned at him and took it from him, using it to open the other apartment door. Tony lifted one of the boxes and followed her inside, putting it down next to the one she had just placed on the floor. “Anything to go across the hall?”

She pointed at a box, and followed him across carrying another one. He stood by awkwardly as she dumped the box she was carrying onto the bed and started going through the things.

“So, um, how do you feel about Christmas?” he ventured.

She didn’t look up. “It’s fine. I’m going home for a week this year.”

“Well, ok. I suppose that’s ok.”

“It better be. And I better not come back to find you’ve stolen all my stuff again. Once is enough.”

Tony waited a few more minutes, then just blurted out, “How would you like to decorate for Christmas?”

“I expect I’ll have a tree in here. Maybe some lights.” She looked around, assessing the apartment.

“I meant the Tower. I need someone who knows Christmas. And you are my best shot.” He gave her the most earnest look ever. She cocked her head to one side. “You know Christmas. At least you know Christmas music. I saw your collection, impressive. I assume the DVDs are yours too?”

“Yes, those are mine,” she conceded. He waited, she studied him. “What does the job pay?”

“What do you want for it?” he countered.

“I get the same as you paid the people last year.”

“OK-“

“AND! And, you pay for the decorations.”

“Sounds reason-“

“AND!” She held up a finger. “I need some people.” She waited a moment watching as his mouth opened to say something then closed it, waiting. She nodded. “And. Where is my laundry room?”

Tony waited for her to nod. “Well,” he stepped out into the hall, “do you want it on this floor or another one? If this one is good, then we can put it back here near the elevator.”

She considered it a moment. “I choose the appliances, and also the ones that are supposed to be in our apartments.”

“Definitely.” Tony held out his hand. “Do we have a deal?”

She eyed him suspiciously. “Can I trust you? Maybe we need it in writing.”

Tony nodded solemnly. “Jarvis, where is Miss Potts? I’m going to need her to witness a document.” He continued holding out his hand for her to shake.

Cautiously, she placed her hand in his. “Deal. As soon as I get it in writing.”

“I’ll have Miss Potts bring it to you.” As the doors closed to the elevator, he called back, “Oh yes, the lobby has to be done before start of business Monday! That gives you…about 36 hours!” The last thing she saw was his smug grin.

#Thanksgiving in the Tower #Tony Stark #Bruce Banner #Steve Rogers #Bucky Barnes #Natasha Romanov #Clint Barton #Pepper Potts #Happy drives the truck #pizza and pho for dinner #Tony wants to play laser tag #Bruce said no #bc Tony likes using real laser guns #painting #packing and moving #three cats #Spazzie #Aaron Purr (Sir) #Bucky #the cat #not the man #Lippy One returns #rough 72 hours #arguments #3 flights #crying babies #apartment stolen #can't find my sock #and when is Mama EVER coming home?!?! #there there