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luvksj · 3 years

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Yandere! Undisputed Era: Don’t Try Me

author’s note: so... i’m trying to create a masterlist so you can find all my stories much easier but i have no freaking idea where to start so... if anyone knows how to... please help me out. hope you guys are enjoying my stories so far and sorry if anything is confusion or goes suddenly off-topic, i try my best to remain consistent as possible. anyway, here’s another yandere! undisputed era story because i love them so much (not as much as the shield). again, thank you for supporting my stories and i’ll never stop expressing my gratitude for how much each like means to me.

plot: ever since pat mcafee ambushed your boyfriends, the undisputed era, he has been consistently taunting you, making incredibly rude comments all because your boyfriends weren’t here to protect you. you decided to prove why no-one should ever under-estimate you.

“You can talk the talk... let’s see if you can walk the walk, hmm?” you said.

Ever since Pat McAfee ambushed your boyfriends, you’ve been the target of his consistently rude comments. The results of his attack left all four members unconscious in the hospital while you spent majority of your day talking to doctors for daily updates.

The final straw came when Pat McAfee declared that you were hiding from him because you can’t fend for yourself since he gave your boyfriends a one-way ticket to the hospital.

Marching angrily inside, you ignore everyone’s stares and climb inside the ring, demanding Pat McAfee to come out. He cockily walks out, slowly getting inside the ring. “How dare you say that I can’t fight. Just because you put my boyfriends in a hospital gives you no right in making rude comments about me. If anything... you’re the pussy here, darling.” you spit.

His cocky demeanor flickers slightly, “You had to ambush them because you don’t have the balls to fight them face-to-face because you knew that they would whip your ass. While you’ve been running your mouth, I’ve been looking after my boyfriends because that’s what a girlfriend does.” fans were cheering as he grimaces.

“Enough is enough. I’m here to challenge you and prove that I’m one badass motherfucker with or without my boyfriends here.” you start off, staring towards an NXT Takeover graphic as his eyes follows.

Fans cheers become louder with each passing second, “You can talk the talk... let’s see if you can walk the walk, hmm?” you said. Fans excitedly chant, pressuring Pat McAfee, he clearly didn’t expect this and hoped you’d admit everything he’s been saying was true.

But, you were different than the rest.

“I challenge you to a Steel Cage match at NXT Takeover.” you announce as fans scream excitedly while glaring Pat McAfee dead in his eyes. “There’s no Undisputed Era to protect me, I’m all alone but rest assured... I’m going to drag you through absolute hell! And... that’s Undisputed.” you finish.

Pat McAfee looks rather impressed by your confidence, “Feisty one I see, no wonder the Undisputed Era likes you.” he said. Watching blankly, your anger had reached boiling point but he didn’t need to know that since it would inflate his ego. “I will show everyone that you’re nothing but a weak, little bitch who needs her boyfriends to protect her. At Takeover, I’ll make you my bitch.” he taunts.

You launch yourself at him, screaming in anguish. Referees tried pulling you away but that didn’t prevent you from landing a Superkick, watching him recoil in pain. “At Takeover... I’m not becoming your bitch... you’re becoming my bitch.”

[time skip]

You trained hard each day for this match. You were warming up backstage, you stared at a photo of the Undisputed Era with a soft smile, knowing they were cheering for you... despite not knowing anything about this because you hadn’t visited them in so long.

Dressed in your custom ‘Undisputed Era’ wrestling gear, you admired yourself before heading out where Pat McAfee awaited inside the steel structure. “AND HIS CHALLENGER, FROM [Y/H/T], WEIGHING IN AT [Y/W] (author’s note: y/h/t means your home town and y/w means your weight), REPRESENTING THE UNDISPUTED ERA, Y/N!” Alicia introduced.

You pull the Undisputed Era hand sign before the most anticipated match of NXT Takeover officially began with fans cheering loudly.

[another time skip]

The match has been going on for hours, neither of you wanted to give up. Blood gushed down from your face; the ring was littered in broken tables, bent ladders, snapped kendo sticks, and dismantled chairs.

You were just Suplex into two ladders but managed to kick out. Pat McAfee had dragged you to the top of the cage, hoping to hit another Suplex but you avoided it before connected with a Tornado DDT from the top of the cage. Commentary was going insane, fans couldn’t believe it and you pinned him for the win.

“AND THE WINNER, REPRESENTING THE UNDISPUTED ERA, Y/N!”

You had no energy to even get up as the referee tries holding your hand up, you had lost too much blood, slowly losing your consciousness as Pat McAfee was already unconscious. Paramedics raced to the both of you, loading you hurriedly onto stretchers with a cloth pressed firmly onto your open wound causing this much blood loss.

Groaning, the doors were slammed closed with a paramedic demanding that you remain awake but the heaviness of your eyes overpowered everything.

[two weeks later]

You woke up a couple days later, completely out of it. You couldn’t remember a thing from the night apart from fainting inside an ambulance, even though your injuries were quite severe, that wasn’t what was worrying you.

What was worrying you was the reaction your beloved boyfriends would have when they discovered that you competed in a match without their knowledge and ended up inside a hospital.

Tonight, after being cleared by doctors to make an appearance, you would be making a surprise appearance to review the match considered by many as ‘one of WWE’s most iconic matches’. William Regal had informed you earlier that Pete Dunne, Oney Lorcan and Danny Burch were banned from ringside during your segment.

Fans cheered as you slowly got into the ring, it felt weird being here without your boyfriends standing protectively behind you. “Two weeks ago, I competed in a match to prove that I’m not that girl who can’t fight their own battles and relies on their boyfriends to protect them. I know they can’t always protect me and that’s okay because I also proved that I’m one badass motherfucker.” you stated.

You continued talking about the match people have dubbed ‘one of WWE’s most iconic matches’. “Before I go...” you take a deep breath before continuing. “I’d like to apologize to my boyfriends. I’m sorry that I competed in a match behind your back but I could not just sit around while Pat McAfee made insulting comments towards you, the WWE universe and me. I could not just let this slide by anymore... and like people say... karma’s a real bitch.” Fans cheered as you tried leaving.

Yeah... tried. Because the next moment, ‘SHOCK THE SYSTEM’ resounds before Roderick and Adam walk out looking emotionless but you could see the mixed emotions swirling around in their eyes. You tried walking back but bump into the chest of Kyle and Bobby.

Bobby immediately pins your arms (lightly) behind your back before hearing that awful handcuffing sound. “Do you know what it feels like to have your girlfriend, the only person who accepts us for us, to be hospitalized because of a match you had no idea about.” Adam starts off.

Oof, they were beyond pissed.

“We came back, hoping that our girlfriend would run into our arms and everything would be alright. But... we come back and get told that you were in the hospital because you competed in a STEEL CAGE MATCH with someone twice your size. Do you know how we felt?” Kyle added on.

You bit your tongue as they scolded you, “Are you finished because do you know how I felt when Pat McAfee insulted me because I couldn’t fight my own battles. I needed to prove to that dickhead that I am more than capable of fighting back. He sexualized me, said I’m weak and you weren’t here to protect me. I’m sorry daddies if I’m being rude but I couldn’t sit there no more and let him do that. So... I made him my bitch.” they looked impressed.

“Although... we’re actually proud and pleased... you still need to be punished for breaking the rules, sweetheart.” Roderick said before being guided to an awaiting car where you were squished between Adam and Bobby while Kyle drove off.

Yeah... in conclusion, everyone learnt their lessons.

#WWE NXT #wwe imagine #wweimagines #wwe x reader #nxt fanfiction #nxt #undisputedera #yandere imagines #YandereAU

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springday-aus · 4 years

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Bad Boy!AU with Seungcheol

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Group: Seventeen

Member: S.Coups / Choi Seungcheol

Genre: fluff, romance

Additionally: college!au

Type: Bulletpoint AU

Word Count: approx. 2.5k

don’t worry, Seungcheol isn’t even really a bad boy

he’s really just… misunderstood?

actually that’s not a good word for it

it’s in the sense that his reputation makes him to be seen as a bad boy

it’s probably because of the leather jacket

and the motorcycle

and the piercings (mainly the ears)

and the tattoos

it also doesn’t help either that he’s keeps a small circle of friends

there’s nothing wrong with rolling with a smaller group

it just means a lot of people don’t actually know him and that causes more rumors about his personality

he hangs around Wonwoo and Minghao the most

Wonwoo is known to be handsome, but is also super cold to strangers

(more of a shy thing than a rude thing—a whole different story)

on the other hand, Minghao is one of those people who are brutally honest

(which makes him seem like an inconsiderate asshole)

and because people tend to lump people together

they just assume that Seungcheol is the same as those two are: cold and rude

in reality, he’s just a bit more reserved than others

makes people earn his trust, but some people found that unreasonable apparently

people are just so judgmental sometimes, especially in a small town where everyone wanted know everything about everyone

so, for college, Seungcheol picked out a city to study

because the larger populations lets him blend in with the others

tbh, let’s be real…. he def isn’t the only one who’s wearing all black on a college campus lmao

Wonwoo at some point: “look, we’re twinning”

Seungcheol: “it’s not twinning if you only wear black and keep wearing black”

Wonwoo: :(

anyways

he chose to study business

basic but it’s simple

it ensures that he’s going to have a stable job and by the of the day that’s all that matters to him

stability

also the business suit he has covers everything nicely, so it isn’t like he has visible face tattoos or piercings

not that it’s bad, but….. capitalism, you know? homeboy would like money

so, while his hometown called him a bad influence on other kids

the college sees him as another hottie in the leather jacket

he’s probably would’ve been the campus heartthrob—had it not been for the fact that he went to same school as Wonwoo, Mingyu or that new freshie who calls himself Vernon

there was one time in his theology class that he took off his leather jacket right?

the arm muscles flexing and the tattoo sleeve……….. it’s safe to say everyone took a double take during class that day

as for his academic marks……….

I mean, yeah, he doesn’t have the top grades to make it on a dean’s list or anything, but

he’s got academic scholarships and that’s enough tbh

he might not be a genius prodigy like Jihoon, but he isn’t stupid

Jeonghan: “wait, you’re not cheating off of him?”

Seungcheol: “no, Jeonghan…………. are you?”

Jeonghan: “yeah, no, I thought it was like a thing that we all agreed to”

Seungcheol: “Jeonghan, no”

Jeonghan: “Jeonghan, yes”

so he’s not like a major try-hard like all those A+ obsessive people from high school

but he does make the effort

he’s just trying to live a nice, quiet life on campus to graduate—just like everyone else here

although

there is this habit of his that he’s been trying to break: being late to class

his attendance record isn’t great……….

like he’ll be there….. but he’ll be there like five to ten minutes late so it doesn’t really matter but

it’s like a personal pet peeve about himself

granted, it doesn’t matter when most professors don’t even take attendance

but it’s also because he works really late hours at a nearby convenience shop on campus

so………. the end result is tardiness

and he’s trying to work on it

which is also how he meets you

you see, Seungcheol met you in a………… unique situation

so, Seungcheol has found it easier to go around in his motorcycle, especially in a city

and especially on a college campus

and it’s like 20x faster than walking

it’s also good for when he’s late for his morning classes because he can easily make it to the other side in campus in like 2 minutes vs the original 10 minutes

so on a bright Tuesday morning

after he overslept his alarm (once again)

he quickly got dressed and hopped on his motorcycle to get to the other side of campus for class

….. only for him to quickly stop after hearing your scream

he didn’t necessarily hit you per say but it didn’t mean you managed to pass by untouched

you were rushing off to class too

on all days to be late………. it just had to be the day you had a midterm that’s 30% of your final grade

so you were rushing through

unable to see the motorcycle that was heading your direction

which is your fault but that’s also his fault for not seeing you until you screamed when he nearly hit you, running over a toe or two

he immediately stopped, running over to you

Seungcheol: “oh my God, are you alright?”

You: hair messed up, in pain, and survived the heart attack he gave you

You: “sure”

Seungcheol: “are you sure? I can take you to the hospital or—”

You: no, no, I am already as late as is and, and, and…….”

you trail off, remembering the motorcycle that laid a couple of feet away

You: “instead of the hospital, how about a ride instead? I cannot miss this midterm”

Seungcheol was taken aback from your commitment and strange request, but complied nevertheless

Seungcheol: “are you sure?”

You: “absolutely, hustle man, hustle—we gotta go”

Seungcheol scrambles, starting up the motorcycle and handing you a helmet

which you gladly grab and attach yourself behind him with your arms on his waist

he’s a bit flustered from your proximity

what if he was a murderer and you just hopped onto his bike?

I mean, he obviously isn’t but still

You: “sir, chop-chop, pls move, my ass needs to get to McGregor”

Seungcheol: “yes, right”

it takes less than a minute to get there, especially since there weren’t many others on the pathways

you hastily get off his motorcycle, tossing his helmet back at him and running off

You: “thank you!!!!”

Seungcheol: “you’re welcome?”

he watches as you run into the building, with nothing more on your mind than your midterm

how odd

he shakes his head, clearing his head of you before going to park his motorcycle and locking it—he’s got his own problems to worry about right now

(he re-told the story to a couple of his friends, in which Jihoon said: “watch yourself, you could get a lawsuit coming one of these days” and Seungcheol just rolled his eyes)

it’s about two weeks before he sees you again

so fun fact, his college requires community involvement/field assignment

and he chose to be in the big brother program

so he’s a big brother to this adorable 6 year old girl named Rose

he filled his requirement long ago, but he highkey loved it so he remained as a big brother to Rose

who he has to take out trick-or-treating for the Halloween event the program set up

can you imagine Seungcheol in his leather jacket and tattoos and piercings with a little group of 6 year olds

the chaos

Rose: “what did you dress as?”

Seungcheol: “uhhhhhh….. Danny from Grease”

Rose: “who’s that?”

Seungcheol: oh my God I’m old

they get a door that’s got some fake cobwebs and bright purple string lights

Seungcheol: “go ahead little ones, knock on the door”

they yell out trick or treat and the door creaks open to…….. you

you and your friends happened to be gathering together for Halloween and decided to meet up at your friend’s old house which was in the neighborhood that Seungcheol was in

you all originally planned to watch a bunch of bad supernatural movies and give out candy to little kids

all of y’all took turns at the door and it was your turn

you give the kids a sweet smile in your doctor’s costume

(or, at least, he’s assuming it’s a costume—maybe it is and maybe it isn’t)

after you pass out the candy, Joshua, the other chaperone, rounds up the kids and Seungcheol’s eyes met your widened ones

You: “oh! it’s motorcycle dude!”

Seungcheol: “motorcycle dude?”

You: “........ you were the one who hit me with his motorcycle right?”

Seungcheol: “has anyone else hit you with a motorcycle?”

You: “so it is you!”

you two chat a bit, especially since they have to start moving to the next house

Joshua: “bro, we have to get moving, stop flirting in front of the children!”

Seungcheol: “I’m not flirting!”

he turns back to you

Seungcheol: “I’ll see you around, please don’t sue me”

You: “sue you?”

Seungcheol: “I’m a broke college kid”

You: “so am I dude”

Joshua gives him another look and another warning before they start to move to the other house

You: “you know, if you have spare time, you’re welcome to join my friends and I—we’re going to be making fun of Twilight later together”

Seungcheol: “I might take you up on that offer”

You: “well, we’ll be here, so”

you give him a smile that makes him stutter for a second, before he waves you goodbye to join the others

Rose: “Joshua says you like the doctor”

Seungcheol: “well, Joshua’s not that smart”

Joshua: “hey!”

he doesn’t know what compels him to go back to the house

but he does

(it might have taken a word or two from Rose and Joshua to encourage him)

and he has a really good time with you and your friends

hearing Seungkwan roasting Robert Pattinson was something Seungcheol didn’t know he needed

Soonyoung’s attempt of creating bgm on top of the soundtrack was also equally as hilarious

and then there were your side remarks with him throughout the movie

which he did enjoy

he left the house that night with a couple of new numbers in his phone

Jeonghan would be proud of him for making new friends on his own

after that night, you and Seungcheol hang out a bit more

you get to know each other

turns out the so called bad boy is actually just a major softie

surprise surprise, I know

he’s got a tattoo for his mom (a little heart on his heart)

he’s great at braiding (due to braiding Rose’s hair)

and he picked up sewing to patch up the holes that his friends created in their shirts

major heart eyes for Seungcheol

and he learns more about you and your little quirks

at some point, he even shares some things that happened back home

which was a bit hard for him to do but you were incredibly understanding

people just suck sometimes

one good thing about cities is that everyone minds their own business so

anyways

while he’s met your friends, you’ve also met his

you and Jeonghan are now the chaotic duo that Seungcheol wishes he can undo

Jeonghan: “are you fucking cheating? in front of my salad?”

You: steals another $50 bill from the monopoly pile

You: “no”

Jeonghan: “pay me off”

Wonwoo: “we are sitting right fucking here”

anyways

you two continue to hang out together as time goes and it’s great

sometimes you even hang out with him and Rose and it’s super cute

especially when you watch Seungcheol care for Rose like an actual sister

maybe that’s when the heart eyes started

he just……….. knows how to take care of people

he’s very attentive and understands that different people have different needs

it’s all……… very attractive

he’s very attractive

not in just the physical aspect

the inside *chef’s kiss*

Seungcheol doesn’t know when he started liking you either

maybe it was the way you really listened to what he said

you encouraged and supported him to do what he wanted

and told people off if they did say something about him

along with telling him to ignore them because it’s all stemming from jealousy and hate

and he knows that but it’s always nice to know he has someone on his side

so, what changes?

one movie night, there’s some generic rom com that you’ve already forgotten about

the blanket you’re both sharing isn’t the only heat you’re feeling

his knee knocks lightly against yours

your shoulders touching his

his fingers lingering on yours

then he’s moving closer

and closer

and then your lips meet

it’s soft, but firm

and that was the first day you started dating

dating bad boy!Seungcheol is basically the same as being friends with him only needier

he opened up to you as a friend

but as a boyfriend

you’re seeing EVERYTHING

he’s lowkey touch-starved so he’s very….. handsy

his hands got cold once and he straight up put his hands up in your hoodie

You: “thErE ArE pEOpLE aRouND sIR”

Seungcheol: “head empty, hands Cold”

lots of movie dates

(you asked if you should put on Twilight again and he said he could only take it one decade at a time)

lots of dinner and takeout dates

(the amount of menus you two have collected is insane)

lots of game night dates

which include Seungcheol’s friends

you and Jeonghan still team up to cheat, leaving the you two in the top to fight for the winning spot but Minghao always calls you two out

and then you start openly cheating

(Jeonghan literally flipped over an operations board one time)

you’ve also seen his tattoos

there are cute small ones and then there are bigger ones of flowers and patterns

You: “does it hurt more if you color them in?”

Seungcheol: “no, I was supposed to get them filled but Rose likes to color them with her markers”

You: “why are you two so fucking adorable”

You: “can I color it in?” c:

he let you

it was so much fun

on some days with Rose, you both color together on a shirtless Seungcheol

speaking of which

she loves you

Rose: “I told you you liked the doctor”

You: ?

Seungcheol: “shhhh, finish your cupcake”

oooh, also—lots of motorcycle rides

during the night is when it’s the most beautiful with all of the city lights

sometimes you stop by a park and just hang out to talk

not often bc like midnight murderers are a thing, but sometimes

it’s always a nice impromptu date

also, it’s been long overdue but he took you to the doctor’s once and brought up the whole running over your toes thing

and your toes are fine but

he still highkey feels kind of guilty but the kisses you give him compensate for the guilt

so bad boy!Seungcheol isn’t really bad just misunderstood

but like…. are we complaining?

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ntyr-bby · 3 years

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Clothes on

Pairing: phan

Genre: smut

Summary: after what happened on Phil's house, he asks Dan to talk. One thing leads to another and he discovers Dan's neck is quite sensible

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Promp request: If your open to promts, I would really love it if you did one about the first time phil discovered dan's neck thing. I've seen it done before but I just really love your writing! Thank you!!

A/N: Thank you so much for your kind words!! Sorry this took so long to write, I hope you enjoy!

part 1 here (read it before if you want some context)

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It's been a week since "the incident", as Dan calls it, the regret of it happening made an appearance about two days later when he had to take his chemistry exam and his mom told him not to worry and that the study-time with Phil would show up. With flushed cheeks Dan managed to get the best grade on his class, but also a semi erection.

Thank you, Lester.

On wednesday Louise, his best friend, mentioned how Phil hasn't been around much, meaning he didn't make insinuations towards Dan all week. Dan fakes a smile, not knowing how to respond to that and shocking himself at not being gratful for not having Phil and his inapropied comments around.

Is friday now and Phil is sitting in the table in front of Dan in the cafeteria. Well, Phil, his best friend PJ and a girl Dan has seen in a few clases but never learned her name. He is not rude, he just has a bad memory. The fact that she is sitting next to Phil has nothing to do about it, he swears.

Dan shakes his head and looks back at his food, Louise is busy taking her English exam and since they don't share that class, Dan is left to have lunch by himself. He looks up again at the same time the girl takes Phil's hand and pulls it into her lap. Phil goes with it, caressing her leg a little, just like last Saturday he did to Dan.

Stop. Dan tells himself, not wanting to go down that memory lane again and let alone in that moment.

When he focus his view one more time, he is meet with a pair of blue eyes looking back at him. Phil winks at him and Dan almost chokes on the fries he is eating. Obviously this doesn't go unnoticed by Phil, who smirks at him.

"Are you okay?" Phil mouths.

Dan rolls his eyes, turning away. But the older doesn't take that as an answer and walks towards Dan's table.

"Are you okay, Danny?"

"What do you care," Dan answers with an agressive tone than even surprises him.

"I do. Why are you so angry, though?"

Dan looks at Phil as he sits down, a look on his face that says "what are you doing?" but no words leave his mouth.

"Dan?"

"I'm not"

"You clearly are upsed" Phil points out. Is not like Dan's responses are the nicest towards him anyway, but he can tell something is up.

"Now you know me?"

"Is because of last week?" Dan looks at him with a mix of shock and shyness on his face. And that's enough for an answer. "Dan-"

"Don't" he cuts Phil off. But blue eyes look and him sternly.

"We have to talk. After school, I'll take you home."

Phil doesn't wait for an answer and Dan doesn't bother on even thinking on one. He knows Phil will wait for him either way and even if Dan tries to avoid him, they are neighbours so that wouldn't last long.

...

Just as expected, Phil is waiting for him on his car right in front of the school, Dan climbs in after telling Louise is something his parents make him do, so she doesn't ask more questions.

"I thought you wanted to talk," Dan says after they ride in silence for a few minutes.

"You're so angry today"

"You already pointed that out."

"And I made a question you didn't answer." Phil's actitud changes to a serious one, making Dan more nervious about the conversation.

"Why would I be angry about that?"

"You are. What I want to know is why."

"I don't know" he answers because he honestly doesn't know what makes him angry. He wasn't angry after it happened, in fact he felt pretty good but he is not telling that to Phil. He wasn't angry when the exam bonner happened, he was embarrassed. He wasn't angry when Phil wasn't paying attention to him anymore, he was sad.

Wait.

"Oh..." Dan let's out in realization.

"What?"

"N-nothing."

"Dan." Phil turns to look at him, only to see Dan is fidgeting with his sweater's sleeves to then focus on the road again. "Listen, I'm not gonna force you to talk to me, but if I did something that made you mad you need to let me know so I can apologize."

There's silence in the car once again until Phil parks in front of Dan's house and the younger one doesn't get out.

"I've never done that." Dan says, and as he noticed Phil is confuse, adds. "I mean, I've make out before, but you know... Never... Not like... What we did."

"Oh" now is Phil's turns to realizes things. "Dan, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pressure yo-"

But he still doesn't get it.

"No, no." Dan cuts him off, again. "That's okay. You didn't pressure me into it... I enjoyed it..."

Phil can't help but smile a little at that confession.

"Don't get cocky" Dan demands when he sees him.

"Sorry. Why are you upset then?"

"You didn't..." he takes deep breath, "you stoped being around, you didn't say anything to me the whole week. And then," Dan stops himself not sure if he wants to keep telling Phil all about how he feels.

"And then?" Phil encouraged, he has turn around all he can in his seat to look at Dan properly.

"A-and then... In the cafeteria your hand was on her lap and I..."

"And you got jealous?" Phil is a bit surprise and chuckles, finding Dan adorable for acting all shy about it.

"Is not funny!"

"No, is cute"

"Phiiiiil!" Dan covers his face with his hands, feeling how warm it is from the embarrassment of the confessions he just made.

"Aw, baby. I'm sorry," Phil tries to moves his hands away. "Sorry for saying you are cute when you are the cutest"

Dan groans and uncovers his face to glare at Phil.

"Sorry for not talking to you, too." Phil continues, "I thought it was better to give you some space, I didn't know how you would react if I approached you,"

"And..." Dan urges him to go on.

"And I'm sorry I let Lenna put my hand on her lap."

Dan smiles at him, Phil words are genuine but his curiosity (and jealousy) gets the best of Dan and asks "why did you let her?"

"Because you were looking" Phil answers with a smirk and Dan kind of wants to punch him. But Phil is quicker than him and closes the space between them and in a matter of seconds their lips are barely touching.

"Wanted to see if you got jealous," he moves his mouth closer to Dan's ear, "Wanted to see your reaction so I'll know if you were interested in more"

"M-more?"

"Uh-uh" Phil kiss his neck softly, "In me. In us." he leaves another kiss, a bit more firm and it causes Dan to tremble. "Are you, baby?"

"We... We should go inside." Dan answers, finding the will power to move Phil away and open the car's door. Leaving Phil to chuckle victorously to himself.

Dan managed to open the door to his house and leads them into his room without Phil taking off his clothes until they are upstairs.

"This is my room" Dan says nervously, covering his shaky hands with his sweater sleeves once again.

"Is nice." Phil says, looking around in his way to sit on the bed. "C'mon here,"

Dan obeys and walks to stand in front of him. Phil holds his hands, "I know people think I'm an asshole and just fuck around but I'm not, Dan. I mean, yes, I've had sex with some people," this is not a surprise to the youngest and he appreciates Phil's honesty, "but if you don't want to do anything we don't have to. If you want to stop, you tell me and I'll stop, okay?"

Dan nods, looking at Phil's eyes to know he means it and then back to his hands that even when they are been hold by Phil, are still shaking.

Phil pulls him in, puts Dan's hands on his own shoulders and holds Dan by his waist until he gets the hint of what Phil is asking for. Dan straddles his neighbor and is pretty sure the guy can feels how his heart is beating so fast.

"Fuck, this is a nice view." Phil says, getting back Dan's attention. "You in my lap, all flushed. You look so damn good."

"P-phil..." the youngest wishpers

"Tell me what you want, baby boy"

"K-kiss me?"

They meet in the middle, Dan has to bend a little since in this position he is taller than Phil for once. The kiss is a bit messy at first, the tension of the whole week making its way into it but soon they find a rhythm, one that is soon follow by Phil's hips bucking up into Dan's ass.

"Hmmm" Dan moans against Phil lips at the actions.

"I missed those sounds" Phil breaks the kiss, letting Dan breath and his moans to not be muffle. If there is something he regrets about last week is the fact they have to keep quite and he couldn't hear them properly.

Phil takes a look at Dan's face, noticing how the pink on his face match the color of his sweater and how his lips open to let out a moan when Phil repeats the movement with his hips.

"So hot," Phil murmurs against his lips, kissing him firmly before kissing his jawn and making his way to Dan's neck, making him shiver when his lips touch a particular spot, the same way it happened in the car. Bringing one of his hands up, he tills Dan's head to the side, making room for himself, and testing a theory he kiss him there once again.

"Aaah" Dan moans particularly loud and his hips move against Phil's erection, causing the oldest to groan, his lips still on Dan's neck and causing pleasure once again.

"Oh god!" Dan is glad both his parents work until late and he has the house for himself all afternoon. He knew his neck was a sensible place for him, but didn't expected to have that reaction to Phil kissing him. Maybe is the contrast of Phil's soft, warm lips and the cold, hash feeling of the olderst' piercing against his neck at the same time. Or the movements that are just a reflection of how much experience he has compared to Dan.

Either way, it feels like nothing the has feel before.

One of his hands moves up to the back of the punk's head, but he doesn't know if he wants Phil to stop or continue, so for a second his fingers just play with the black hair. Phil takes all that as encouragement and sucks Dan's skin into his mouth, just hard enough to leave a mark, and gently so it stills feels good for the guy in his lap. Dan moans even harder in respond and tugs at Phil's hair.

Phil licks the spot after leting go, sutting the pain a bit and sending more shivers down Dan spine. "You're sensible there," he says all proud of himself. And keeps kissing to see if he can find another good spot.

Dan is overwhelmed, he is just sitting in Phil's lap moaning not even realising he is humping against Phil until the oldest holds him by the waist, stoping Dan's movements.

Dan groans, words are to much work for his horny brain and sounds are his only way of communication right now. Phil finds this funny aparently, he is chuckling against Dan's neck while he kisses and licks.

"I think you can cum just by this," he says refering to the actions with his lips, "you're so horny anyway, all I need to do is kiss here," he touch slightly with his thumb, "and suck here" this time he kisses, "and you could cum untouched. Should we try, baby?" he kiss again, Dan moans predictably and tries to move his hips unsuccessfully.

"Yes, yes. Please... I-I need t-"

Dan doesn't finished his sentence because Phil's lips are moving right after the first 'yes'. He sucks particularly hard, this time making sure it leaves a mark and Dan throws back his head screaming in pleasure as he hits his climax.

Phil holds him for a second, but can't help the movements of his own body as he sees the image in front of him. "F-fuck, Dan." he groans, doing his best to not just buck his hard on into Dan's ass right there and then.

Dan moans at the feeling, puching down into Phil. "You're hard" he says dumbly, still a bit out of breath.

"How can I not? You just came from a hickey sitting on my lap,"

"Ughh" Dan complains, embarrassed by what just happened, hidding his face against Phil's neck, who laughs lightly, only causing more friction against his own erection. He moans and Dan push down again.

"You wanna help me cum?"

"Uh-uh" Dan nods.

"Shit. You really are incredibly hot." he holds Dan by his hips once again, moving him in a rhythm Phil finds satisfying.

Dan holds against the leather jacket Phil is wearing while letting him have control of his body's movements as the older pleases for his own satisfaction. Groans leave the youngest throat as the movements become more rough, Phil stops moving Dan's hips and now is bucking into him while holding the chestnut in place. Is like he is fucking into him and that thought is just what Dan needs to let out another loud moan.

"You like that?" Phil asks satisfactorily, "You would love for me to fuck you, don't you? Oh god, I'll love to do it, baby." he rambles, himself moaning too at the thought of what that would feel like. The encounter of last week giving him a good idea of it, "I'll love for you to ride me," he admits, "Just like this but without clothes, nothing between us. Oh, that would be so fucking good. Tell me you wan it, babyboy."

"I-i want it." Dan answers as fast as he cans. And he knows he is not as experience as Phil in the matter, but seeing him so turn on gives Dan confidence to keep talking. "I want you to fuck me. Want to ride you. Want to feel your cock inside me, d-daddy."

Hearing Dan, the innocent soft boy, saying those things and calling him that is what helps him reach his orgasm.

"F-fuck," He bucks up particularly hard as he cums agains Dan's ass, imagining what it would actually feel to cum inside of him.

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the end

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Let me know if I should write part 3, I think I got and idea for it hehe

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aellynera · 4 years

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Slingshot (Llewyn Davis x Reader)

SLINGSHOT

(this was inspired by the song “Slingshot” by Ellis Paul, which i think is one of the loveliest love songs ever written, and is something i could hear Llewyn playing on his guitar.)

Word Count: 2412(ish)

Summary: There are many different kinds of storms. Some are fierce, some are quieter, and some walk around with a name and show up in your apartment at three o’clock in the morning.

Warnings: Not really. Maybe a bad word or two.

It was late, almost three in the morning, and you had tried all you could to fall asleep. Mindlessly watching some TV. Listening to soft music on your old second-hand record player. Hot shower. Hot cup of tea. Cold shower, since it was getting more humid outside and therefore hotter in your apartment. Glass of water. Another shower, but just warm instead of hot.

Still awake.

You sighed and filled the kettle again, preparing to make another cup of tea. You knew it was probably useless, but thought perhaps, just maybe, it would work this time. At least your lip had stopped bleeding and the side of your face was now a dull throb instead of the excruciating, blinding torment it had been a few hours ago.

You sighed as you set the kettle on the heating stove and turned to search for a clean mug. There was exactly one, of the entire three you owned, that wasn’t in the sink to be washed. Grabbing it, you unceremoniously tossed a tea bag in as you waited for the kettle to boil. And then you almost dropped it when you heard a voice coming from the doorway between the living room and kitchen.

“Jesus Christ, what happened to you?”

You sighed as you just barely managed to keep a grip on the mug. Dropping it and watching it shatter across your kitchen floor would have made this horrible day infinitely shittier. You should have been more surprised but the sudden appearance, but in all honesty, you really were not. It was more surprising that it was about to rain. The weather had been calm and tranquil no more than twenty minutes ago.

“Llewyn!” you hissed. “What the hell.”

He motioned over his shoulder towards the living room. “I was passin’ through, and I saw your window was open and it’s about to start pouring, and I figured maybe I didn’t have to get drenched so I came up the fire…” he paused as you closed your eyes and blew a breath out your nose. “Baby, what happened?”

You turned back to the stove. You forgot about your lip and winced when you went to bite it. Thank god your back was turned and he didn’t see it. All you wanted was to go to sleep and this was the last thing you needed right now. He was the last thing you needed right now.

“Don’t you baby me, Llewyn Davis. I haven’t seen you for weeks and now you...technically, you just committed a B&E, and you scared the shit out of me.” He didn’t, really. More like annoyed the shit out of you, after the day you’d had and the fact that you hadn’t seen him in weeks.

He huffed. It sounded slightly offended. “No I didn’t. Well, not the breakin’ part, anyway. Sorry if I scared you though.”

“Llewyn, you came in my window. Unannounced. No warning.”

“But there was no breaking,” he stressed, “because your window was open. So yeah, I only entered. Christ, anyone coulda come in here.” He motioned over his shoulder again and leaned on the doorjamb, idly picking at a stray thread on his glove.

An annoyed sort of squawk left your lips as you put the mug on the counter and pushed past him into the living room. Oh for the love of...you could do this, you could do this. Count to ten. Breathe. Think of harmless, inconsequential things like puppies and unicorns and daisies. Anything except how frustratingly...frustrating...the man in front of you could be. And how he’d disappeared for weeks and now just entered your apartment at nearly three o’clock in the damn morning like it was nothing.

But with Llewyn, it was never nothing. That was the problem.

“The window is open because it’s hot and it gets stuffy in here. And you didn’t answer my question,” you snapped, even as you pushed the window closed, maybe just a little harder than you meant to. You snapped the lock shut for good measure.

Llewyn shrugged, still eyeing your slightly swollen cheek and puffy lip. “I was around, just, y’know...and then I went to Chicago for a little while, and…”

“Chicago?” you raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, long story.” He rubbed the back of his neck and looked away for a second. But it was only a second before his deep, dark eyes were back on you.

“They usually are, with you.”

“I write songs and stories, what can I say. Seriously, what happened to your face?”

You sighed and flopped onto the couch, grabbing one of the throw pillows and hugging it to your chest. The sky outside was lighting up, rapid streaks of energy piercing the falling darkness. Fitting for how your whole night was still going. “It’s nothing. A couple of drunks got into a fist fight and I got caught in the crossfire.”

Now Llewyn raised an eyebrow. Both of them. “Things gettin’ more exciting at the Gaslight since I��m outta town? Christ, I didn’t realize folk music was so explosive.” He moved over to the couch and sat down next to you.

“Folk music, not so much. Stray elbows to the face, a little more so.”

“Damn, sweetheart.” He reached a hand toward your cheek and you flinched. “Hey, I just wanna make sure you’re okay.” His voice was soft. So soft.

The kettle whistled shrilly and you sighed, started to get up. Llewyn stopped you and stood himself, then placed a kiss to the top of your head and went into the kitchen.

“Whose ass do I have to kick?” he asked as he poured boiling water from the kettle.

You snorted. “What, you gonna take on all the drunks in the Village?”

“If I have to. You gotta put the lunatics back in place when they think they’re runnin’ the shop.”

He came back into the living room and handed you the steaming mug of chamomile tea. You took it carefully from him and inhaled some of the steam as he returned to the spot next to you on the couch. “You sure you’re okay?” he asked, stretching his legs out and leaning back against your shoulder.

Thunder rumbled loudly, the lightning strike that caused it close enough to make your window shake. It rolled in on itself several times, the sound slowly draining away as the air temporarily settled again.

You considered this for a few minutes as your earlier irritation with him began to dissolve. Llewyn was hard to figure out sometimes. He was cynical and rude and prone to misanthropy on a fairly disturbing level; on the other hand, he could be hopeful and sweet, caring and at times even romantic. You were used to him coming and going, it was just part of who he was, but honestly...you wished more often than not that he would just stay. Things felt more right when he stayed.

You took a sip of tea and turned your head towards him, offering a wan smile. “I’m fine, really. It was just a couple drunk preppies. I can take down drunk preppies.”

He smiled back. “I know you can. You’re tough as shit. I wouldn’t wanna meet you in some dark alley. I’m just sayin’...I got your back, you know. If you need backup, I’m your guy.”

You hid your smile behind the mug now. “What are you gonna do, beat them over the head with your guitar?”

“Hell no. Jesus, what do you think I am, some kind of savage?” You had to giggle. Llewyn honestly did look offended now, at the mere thought of any damage coming to that beloved instrument.

“Nah, my nephew Danny gave me his slingshot. I’ll make sure I always have it in my pocket with a couple of rocks,” he continued, running a hand through his hair. “Pop the drunk preps in the head a few times, get their attention. Maybe get ‘em to stop being douchebags.”

The laugh that was about to escape your lips stuck in your throat when you looked at Llewyn again, really looked, and saw the turmoil reflected in his eyes. He was trying to be light, but there was definitely a heaviness that overshadowed his mood.

The sky outside finally broke and rain lashed wildly at your window. A flash lit up the room briefly, followed by another resounding boom that rattled the pane of glass in its frame. And then the lights went out.

“Shit,” you muttered, finding the side table in the darkness and putting your mug down. You slipped your shoulder out from under Llewyn and started to get up. “I have candles in the drawer by the sink.”

“I know where they are, I got it,” he replied, getting up before you could. He went to the kitchen in the nearly pitch black, like he could see in the dark. You heard the drawer open and him rummage around, and then he was back in the living room, lighting a candle with his cigarette lighter and placing it on your coffee table.

You couldn’t quite explain the twinge you felt in your chest at his actions. It felt so casual, so normal, that he just knew where things were in your apartment because he was there often enough. That tickle of thought that I wish he would just stay crept into the back of your brain again.

You said nothing as Llewyn settled back down on the couch again. This time, he reached over and pulled on you gently so you were laying your head on his shoulder. The breath you let go was deep and entire, as if it were coming all the way up from the tips of your toes. He idly stroked your hair as the elements continued to thrash against the walls around you.

Neither of you spoke for a long time. You just watched the candle flicker and listened to the rain steadily bounce off the window.

“Sorry I disappeared on you,” Llewyn finally said, his voice low and quiet.

“You wanna talk about Chicago?” you asked, leaning into his warmth, not taking your eyes off the dancing flame of the candle.

You felt his shoulder move slightly as he shook his head. “Not really.”

You fell into silence again. The light touch of his fingers on your hair and the sound of the rain outside began to make your eyes heavy. The air inside was getting stuffy, from a combination of the humidity outside and the gentle heat from Llewyn’s arms and chest. The last bits of tension eased out of your limbs and you swore your face even stopped aching as much. Finally.

“You ever think about getting out of here, for real though?” your words were becoming tinged with sleep, soft and low and nearly a whisper.

“Out? Where would we go?” Llewyn chuckled, tilting his head down to place the lightest kiss on top of your hair.

We. He said where would we go, not where would I go, you realized. And he had apologized for leaving. You really started to wonder what had happened in Chicago.

“Dunno. Anywhere. A cabin in the middle of the woods.” Despite your suddenly sleepy comfort, a hint of amusement crept into your voice. “A hut on a beach somewhere.”

“Cabins in the middle of the woods are kind of horror movie,” he said. “And I’m not really big on sand.”

“Mmm. Okay, how about...a castle? We could build a castle somewhere, I’ll be the princess in the tower and you can be my one-man army, defending the keep with that slingshot in your back pocket,” you giggle. The rolling thunder of sleep was definitely starting to win over you now.

Llewyn stopped moving, then pulled himself out from behind you. For a few seconds you worried that you said something that was too much, that even suggesting that you be somewhere together and that he stay for once might be too much. The sudden loss of his comfort felt more stifling than the hot, uncirculated air in the room.

But he had said we, not I.

Where would we go?

Llewyn leaned over and blew out the candle. The next thing you knew, he had picked you up in his arms and was carrying you back towards the bedroom. The lights were still out, but your eyes had adjusted well enough to the dark to function. And Llewyn knew where he was going anyway.

He gently set you down on your bed and then, somewhat your surprise, stretched out next to you. Normally he would have just made his move to the couch. You made a note in your sleep-addled brain to ask him again about Chicago in the morning. Something had definitely happened, but...it could wait until morning.

He looked at you nervously, as if he were afraid you might decide to kick him off the bed and out into the storm outside. You gave him a sleepy smile and reached for his hand, intertwining your fingers and pulling it to your chest, asking him to stay. Telling him to stay.

Some of the turmoil in his eyes seemed to disappear as he realized you were not, in fact, going to kick him out. Part of you realized that the storm outside had settled, the rain had stopped, with just a few distant peals of thunder clinging to the atmosphere.

He moved closer to you, pushed a stray lock of hair off your face, and kissed your forehead. “Don’t need a castle,” he whispered. “I got my princess. And I’ll protect this with a whole lot more than just a slingshot.”

“You sound like you’re writing a song,” you sighed. You turned onto your side and curled up into his chest.

“Hmm, maybe. That’s what I do,” he smiled into the dark.

“Llewyn…” you mumbled, the last flicker of consciousness slipping from you as the last flares of the storm outside faded away, “Stay.”

There was a magic cure for your sleeplessness and your pain. It wasn’t mugs of chamomile tea or warm baths or vapid images on your television screen. It was thunderstorms and mysteries and open windows by your fire escape.

It was Llewyn.

The last two things you were aware of were his arms slipping around you to hold you close and his hushed reply.

“There’s no place I’d rather be.”

~end~

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savysavannah · 3 years

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Practice Challenge One part Two

Special thanks to: @eaton-schreave and @s-morgan

Men have been paying more attention to me lately. Not that they didn't much before, I am a woman after all they're fairly predictable on that front. But what I wasn't expecting was how aggressive they'd be once I became something they knew they couldn't have.

I tried to continue living on as if nothing happened. Wake up, go to work, work through lunch (you can't let the papparazzi see you with mayo on your cheek again), take a break and call Angelic who works at the palace and has been my personal helper through this transition, beg my boss to let me work through the selection, "I can just go to court virtually!", skip dinner, drive home, make sure no one is following me, they still haven't found out where I live at least, pop open a bottle of gin, then research this bitch who I had to somehow, for the sake of my own ass, not murder.

The office is on floor 10 of the 20 floor building I work in. I park in the parking lot, thankfully the paparazzi can't follow me there as you have to scan in. I walked up to the elevator and pressed the button. Just as the doors closed a larger man ran up and blocked it with his hand. He was around 6’4 and towered over me, he stood a little too close and I clutched my purse to take the anxiety out.

I watched the numbers go up as we rode but felt him watching me. His pinky finger rubbed against my thigh fiddling with the hem of my pencil skirt. He couldn’t do anything to me, not with who I now was, not in a moving elevator. I tried to remember to breathe as we hit floor eight and leaned to the side to avoid him which he leaned closer in response. Finally we stopped at floor ten and I got off. Thankfully, he didn’t follow.

I tried to put the moment out of my mind while I worked. It wasn’t the first time something like that had happened, but it was the first time that I was completely and utterly alone. I clicked the B key of my laptop over and over trying to get my brain to pump out something. Some kind of work. But all I got in response was the distracting thoughts of what to do next time.

At lunch I stared at the elevator. I had to take either the stairs or the elevator. If I took the elevator I'd be stuck in the same situation. If I took the stairs I'd be alone in a dark area for longer. I pressed the button and watched my watch as I waited.

I was thankfully alone as it lowered to the ground. I was able to breathe and let my mind debate over if I should go to the sandwich place near work or drive home and eat leftovers. Going with the sandwich I started to walk down the block.

“Daniel will you get off that stupid device and pass your sister the peas.” Mother ordered as we all sat at the table of our parents estate. Our weekly dinners were normally a lively event, but tonight was the first night before I left. Daniel and I still hadn’t made up since his plan for vengeance against someone who had not harmed him had succeeded.

I’d tried to make the best of the situation, research some ounce of goodness in the Prince, but all I found were articles of his outrageous college behavior. Dan had been assuring me that once I was eliminated I would have a sea of men to pick from and would be happily married to a two or upper class three, I could quit work and be a simple housewife like his Marina, this outraged me further and caused a fight. My goal in life is not to be a wife but to work and be content with my work. Danny was the only one who could actually provide any solace reminding me that it would just be for a few weeks, possibly less, then I’d be back to work just as before. Eventually, people would forget I was ever someone to know and I could return to my life.

Just as we finished dinner the doorbell rang, though there was quickly a rattling of the knob and a busting in before the help could get to the door. Grandmother came in with large pink bags, which I believed to be for me. Soon after I learned that they were filled with all kinds of masks. Masks for face, masks for hair, hands, feet. Apparently, being on TV meant my skin had to be extremely soft.

Grandmother is the current head of the Mars candy corporation. Next in line is my Uncle Dennis, then my cousins, then uncle Ricky. Hopefully though it won’t come down to Ricky. Ricky blew all his money before he could trap a wife, he’s still a two as grandmother keeps him afloat, but barely. One day he’ll probably be caught with some kind of drug, he’ll be dropped to an eight, it’ll be a shame that could have been prevented had the lawyer in the family not been a stuck up bitch. I’m just tired of working for free on a man who will never change, and doesn’t deserve the luxury. But God forbid I charge family.

The morning of the flight I wasn’t nervous at all. I said my goodbyes to my boss, let her know I’d be available on my phone or through email if she needed anything, locked up my home, and headed to the formal goodbye where I’d meet up with my family. There was a surprising amount of pride in the province for me being selected. I had read an article about how it seemed I would be destined to be the perfect fit for Queen. I already worked in helping those of Illea through complex laws and policies, I was well educated, from a wealthy family but not a literal two. I was the perfect mold and the pride of Labrador. There were other provinces which had an eight selected that were not quite as cheerful. In the quiet of the airport I was finally able to say my goodbyes. Mother told me to remember to not be too closed off, Father told me to be careful, Danny told me to tough it out but give it an honest try; “He may not be terrible, don’t deny yourself happiness.” Some nonsense like that.

Dan congratulated me on the opportunity, and Daniel stood quietly trying to avoid eye contact. I was still mad at him. What he did was unforgivable. But we couldn’t leave like this. I hugged him tightly and boarded the plane.

The day was a blur, a blur of useless lessons, a blur of mild appearance changes, girls who were possibly friends, possibly enemies, possibly annoying. It was late into the evening by the time I got to my room. My maids, Florence, Abigail, and Eimear seemed eager to be serving possibly ‘the future queen of illea’ and I was eager for a moment to myself. I dismissed them for the night to unpack on my own.

I’d snuck a few pairs of my own tailored dress pants in, my laptop, phone, a notebook, a few books, and a family photo. Soon enough the room was a strangers room with sprinkles of me throughout. Once I sat down at my laptop I realized it was already getting fairly late. I changed into a silk nightgown, closed my laptop and tried to sleep.

As I slept I thought of the footsteps around me, everything felt so loud, a screaming echo that I was in the very last place I ever wanted to be. After a while of tossing and turning I finally stood and walked to the wine cellar. We had been told to make ourselves at home afterall. As I walked back to my room I bumped into a stranger.

After a moment of shock and regaining my grip on the bottle of wine I looked up to see Prince Eaton. He was known to be more sane than his brother, so I was thankful for at least that. “Oh! I'm sorry, Prince Eaton.” I spoke and gave a small curtsy.

He looks down at the bottle and myself with a bit of a furrowed brow “You don't need to apologize.”

He pauses for a moment and gives a friendly smile, “And you don't need to curtsy, either. Lady Savannah, is that right?” It’s a bit astonishing he’d both remember my name and recognize it as mine upon seeing me. If I were in his place I’m not sure I could.

I sighed a bit in relief please I wouldn’t be getting yelled at for my carelessness this evening, “Yes. Just Savannah is fine, or Ms. Mars if you insist on formality. Though, the apology is still warranted considering I should have been watching where I was going. At little out of it, first night and all.” I lifted the bottle as the first night related to the bottle.

He gave a deadpan joke and I was fortunate then that I am competent in people reading. It may have been awkward if his "I'm not sure wine will help you remember the palace geography.”

“Well, the goal is to drink it once I return to my room. That or the courtyard since it is pretty out tonight. Though, you do make an excellent point that the wine combined with being in an unfamiliar location could have negative consequences.” For a moment I paused. It may not be a horrible idea to make the acquaintance of someone here.

“Care to have a glass with me? Splitting it and being with someone who knows the 'geography' well may decrease the negatives.” I offered.

“Interesting that you don't drink though. I'd heard you were more....sober, than your brother but it's noted to the extent. *kinda blushes* not that I was researching you or anything, it's just difficult to not hear things when you both went to my undergrad and you're a prince. Kinda a common conversation topic.”

He stood a bit straighter and eyed the bottle, “I do not drink.” After a moment passed he then cleared his throat, the tone of his statement before must have hit him, “However I can keep you company if you want to.”

I stifled a laugh at him clearing his throat not trying to be rude but finding his realization funny, “Great then. You can be my guide then for the evening.”

he seemed embarrassed and put his hands in his jean pockets, “I'm afraid this kind of thing comes along with the title...“ he took a hand out of his pocket, making a motion like ‘shall we go?’

“So you went to the University of Labrador?”

“yup. Go Labs *kinda mumbles for a moment* I wasn't really there for long. We started the same year I think, which I don't really remember much of. I was kinda a different person then. Then I graduated in 2 years and went to Yale law so all in all not a whole lot of time there. But I am from Labrador and my family home is near the campus so I know the area pretty well.”

he had a very small smile “And I showed off to my brother for graduating in three years. Labrador is a beautiful province, though. I miss it.”

“Well, I'm sure you had more to do than me. I'm not some kinda royal so I just got to spend all my time working on getting credits. It is pretty though, I already miss it. Not that Angeles isn't. My mom's family lives here so I've been here a few times, but it's just not Labrador.”

“I agree, but I've come to realize Angeles is full of little gems. You just need to find them. Hopefully you'll be able to get out of the palace to see it for yourself.”

I chuckled a bit at my situation, “Well, I don't imagine I'll be here very long so maybe I'll have a little Angeles vacation”

he raised his eyebrows, “I know... My brother's reputation. But I think he's trying to take this seriously.” He paused for a moment, “Or as seriously as he can take anything.” It was a bit shocking to hear him say that. He seemed like a sensible person, any sensible person would be unlikely to defend the Prince. Though, he was also his brother, perhaps there's a familial bias.

“Mhm.” I nodded then picked the conversation back up, “well, only time will tell. Hopefully for the sake of the country what's been said about him the last few years are baseless rumours” I sighed a bit thinking about which floozy of a wife will be our future Queen. The floozy and the fuckboy, what leaders.

Prince Eaton clenched his jaw, “Media is prone to exaggeration.” but did not deny what had been said.

He was being nice by walking with me so I decided to spare him a grilling and change the topic, “I'm sure. So how do you feel with the whole uh, 35 girls in your house situation?” Great now I sound like an interviewer.

We reached an access to the gardens and he opened a French window for me, “My space is always invaded, it's nothing worse than usual.” He said with a failed attempt at a smile. I assume he isn’t looking for pity but it’s difficult to not be pitying over such an attempt.

“That's fair I guess. Surprised you stayed though. Had my brother decided to have a bunch of ladies in our home, privacy be damned I don't wanna be around that mess.” I joked.

He snorted and seemed surprised at himself, “I was supposed to avoid it with a world tour. But things took another turn and now work won't get done alone.”

“World tour sounds a lot more fun. Postponed or cancelled?”

He gave his first genuine smile of the night, “Already done, actually. I came back a couple months ago.”

“Where did you go? Since I assume a world tour isn't literal?”

“Oceania, South Asia, Central Africa, and Europe.” He gave a small wistful sigh. I’d be wistful too if I had been all over there.

“That's very worldly. I've only been to France and Germany. Did you have a favorite visit?”

He didn’t hesitate for a moment, “New Zealand and Scandinavia. What about you though? Did you enjoy your visits?”

The question caught me off guard so I took a moment trying to remember them, “they were alright. Quite a long time ago though. We only went to stay with my Uncle in France since he runs the part of my family's company in France and then we went to Germany because we were there so we may as well head there. Mostly it was just sitting with my brothers at a hotel while my parents went off or my grandma playing dress up with eight year old me”

“Oh. Do you regret not getting to see more of those places?” He said and looked to a bench we were approaching, but more with a thoughtful consideration than a directional goal.

“A bit. It would have been nice to go out but they were more business trips than anything else. Maybe I'll go again at some point on my own if I have the free time.” I let us pass the bench, I’d been sitting far too much today with all the lessons and makeovers.

“Sometimes you have to give yourself the time or you'll never do certain things.”

“Logically I agree. But emotionally.....it's difficult to step back to work when my work directly impacts horrific moments of people's lives. Like if I were to go see a movie and my phone off, a client could be arrested and their treatment and time in jail without being able to contact their legal representation would be on my hands.”

He nodded slowly, “I can understand that. It gets hard to stop when people's lives are on the line.”

I sighed, trying not to get too revealing over my reasons for being here, afterall telling a stranger- regardless of him being a prince, that my brother had forged my application would be dumb, “I don't even really want to be wasting time here. But it is what it is. Trying to view this as a forced vacation. At least there are pretty flowers and good wine.”

He furrowed his brows, “Is there a way we could keep you working, from here? I guess you couldn't do much, but a little is better than nothing.”

I sighed, “Yeah I tried. I work for the ICLU so I asked if I could just stay in contact with clients and work from a far. But I wouldn't be able to make any proper court appearances and they wouldn't want someone just thrown on for court so it made more sense to just give me paid vacation. They were pretty proud anyways since apparently it's an honor to be selected for this reboot reality TV bachelor show.”

He pursed his lips, “I'm sorry you don't get to keep working. But they're not wrong. You being selected does give visibility to your organisation.”

I stopped for a moment, completely caught off guard by the comment, “That is true I hadn't thought of that. It's a non-profit so I hope donations may increase from me being here.” I dug into the oversized pockets of my nightgown and grabbed a pen, always best to keep a pen in the pocket, then scribbled on my hand, “reminder to think of ways to bring up iclu during this.” I explained.

He laughed through his nose and smiled, “See, a couple things might come out of your forced vacation.”

I chuckled a bit, “You're a smartass, and I mean that as a compliment. I can tell already which makes me feel much better about Prince Damian being in charge next.” I sighed content for a moment then remembered I was supposed to be making conversation, “So, you know I'm a nut for my work, what are you passionate about?”

He shrugged and looked around as if the gardens would save him, “My work.”

I smiled wondering a bit why that would be something to be ashamed of, “I get that. But do you have a specific part? I mean I'm sure you do a lot. So do you ever wake up and you're like 'man I get to do blank today!" Like for me it's court days because I love the theatrics of it.” I smiled a bit remembering the fun of cross.

The question seemed too intimate for him as he tucked his hands in his pockets, “I guess I like working on projects. I mean, when the planning part of it.”

“Projects are fun. I hated them when I was in high school. I was very much so not the nerd I am today.” I tried to avoid going too deep into the projects conversation, not wanting to make him more uncomfortable.

He raised a brow at the comment of my past, “I understand why people can find them boring, though.” Thankfully he didn’t press further on the past.

“Yeah I was more of a push off project till the last minute and party with my friends type for a while. Now I kinda wish I could have them again, it'd probably be fun to analyse how the flaws of Gregory Illea still impact us from a historical perspective.”

He snorted and shook his head, “It's more nerve-wracking than fun, in my opinion.”

“Well yeah, but if you can identify the flaws you can work to fix them and the research is fun so overall, more fun.”

He looked up at the stars as he thought, “I don't know... Not all of it is fixable. Not that easily at least.”

I thought as well for a moment, the country had been in a bit of unrest for awhile now. He was probably thinking of that, “Well, just because it isn't easy isn't any reason to not be excited about it. The accomplishment of fixing something difficult is arguable even better.” I tried to reason.

He stayed thoughtful, and looked down at me, “I see your points. But sometimes I think our ancestors just put us in a situation we'll never fully get out of.”

“That's a very cynical outlook and I disagree. It isn't logical to assume that just because a way hasn't been thought up yet that there can be a way out of a problem.” I said and smiled up at him.

“Maybe it's cynical, but what I see is history repeating itself.” He looked up again, “It doesn't mean I think things aren't worth fighting for, though. But magical solutions don't exist.”

“I agree. Solutions often require a lot of work and even then are often not perfect. But to never fully get out of seems too far cynical for me to believe.”

He looked down at me curiously, “You're more optimistic than you appear to be.”

I raised an eyebrow, “hm, interesting that I appear to not be optimistic. I take it that it's the wine bottle causing that.”

He smiled slightly, “Maybe. But just a little.”

“Any reason you don't drink?” I asked before realizing that may be very personal, “that is if you're comfortable answering.”

He shrugged, “I don't like the taste. Or the sensation.”

“That's a fair reason. I didn't like it much till I joined a sorority and ended up just liking it because we drank so much.” I kinda shuddered remembering the hangovers.

He raised an eyebrow, “I guess it tastes different once you're inebriated enough.”

“Yeah like spicy foods. Everyone hates them when they are a kid but you grow to love them as you get older.”

He snorted, ”I've always liked spicy foods, even as a kid.”

I laughed, “Well then you're weird. I still can't handle wasabi.”

He laughed softly, “You just need to be careful about the quantity.”

“No literally any bit of it and I'm out. My brother Danny put some on my sushi the other night, it was just a dapple from his chopstick but I couldn't eat the piece.”

“Did you try to?”

“No. Why would I want to be in pain, I'm not a weird masochist.”

“How do you know it's that bad if you never give it another try though?”

“Hmm, traumatic memories.”

He raised his eyebrows, a curious expression on his face, “Care to share?”

I sighed at the memory, “When I was a kid I really loved matcha paste. It was like a sweet matcha pouch of paste that you could suck out, like those applesauce containers. it was my favorite thing. My grandmother gave me some and since my parents found it effective to shut me up I got it a lot. One day they ordered sushi, left it on the table, I was around four so i could reach it, thought the wasabi was matcha and ate a handful of it. Tears ensued and now I'll never touch it again.”

He laughed softly, “Alright, I understand better. But you could try to overcome your trauma someday.”

“Maybe one day, but with a lot of milk in arms reach”

He nodded, “I'm sure it can be easily arranged during your little vacation.”

I kinda shuddered at the thought, “I'll for sure need a friendly face there with me for moral support.” I laughed.

He laughed quietly, “It shouldn't be hard to find.”

“Probably harder than the wasabi though. So that is task number one on mission wasabi.”

He smiled slightly, “Well, if you stay stuck too long on task number one, I can volunteer as a friendly face.”

“Thank you. Same to you if you ever happen to need one.”

He nodded, “I'll remember that.” He jerked his chin to the wine, “Are you still planning on drinking this?”

I lifted the bottle and stared for a moment, “it'll come back to my room for further deliberation. Possibly a nightcap.”

“If it can help you get some sleep…” He glanced at the palace, “I should walk you back to your room.”

“If you don't mind. I would consider you an expert of palace geography after all.”

He snorted and shook his head, “Do you remember your room number? Or Hall?”

“Ummmmm. I'm gonna guess 14. Could be 15 though.”

He took a step towards the palace, gesturing for me to walk along, “Well, hopefully we won't step into anyone's bedroom.”

“Hm. Well the doors do say our names on them, so assuming one of us is literate I think we're safe from that” .

“I'm a humble geographer, I read maps.” He replied, getting a small giggle from myself.

“lead the way, humble geographer.” We walked for a bit through the palace till we found my room.

“That's me.”

He stopped in front of the room, “Well, we've made it. Unscathed, at that.”

“Very impressive. I would say you're a 10 out of 10 guide for such an achievement.”

He bowed, “Please don't hesitate to post a review on TripAdvisor.”

I chuckled at the joke, “well thank you for all your help. Wishing you the best, Prince Eaton.”

“Eaton's just fine. Goodnight.” He smiled.

“Good night, Eaton” I replied with a curtsy then retired to my room.

Once I got on my laptop I pulled up my email. It wouldn’t be too annoying if I emailed my boss with some advertisement suggestions. If I let her know I’d be willing to help as much as I could. I could take up some interviews and remind people to donate. But as I typed I found myself hitting the same key over and over.

Finally I scrolled onto Toogle and began to read about Prince Damian. The bottle of wine found its way to my lips as I read about his partying, his boorish public behavior, his absolutely lack of responsibility for his people. Quickly the bottle was empty.

The world spun and I closed the laptop. My stomach gurgled demanding sustenance. Crackers? Something salty? Maybe popcorn. Popcorn and a movie sounds good, I mean why should I bother with anything else while I’m here in this hell. If I have to wake up early I can simply nap when I have a moment to spare. I took the bottle with me planning to throw it away in some form of recycling bin which I assumed would be in the kitchen.

I couldn’t find the kitchen. Instead I stood in an unknown hallway for a few moments, before finally deciding to give up and just return to my room. I could ask my maids for popcorn in the morning if I still wanted it.

I walked to my room on the corner of the hallway, walked in and laid on my bed. I let my shoes slip off and rest on the ground next to where I had placed the empty bottle.

“Um…” I hear someone say who then clears their throat and says a bit louder, “hello?”

I Rolled around to look at her. I had dismissed all of my maids, who was this person? After a moment I recognized her as a selected who I had seen earlier in the day, “Um? Hi?” I mumbled and tried to sit up a bit in bed. This was not a good time for me to be receiving visitors and I hadn’t the slightest clue why this girl was in my room.

She steps a bit closer to me, “Are you alright?”

“More than. Rich asshole got fucking great wine. I'm Savannah Mars of Labradoradora. Why are you in my room?” I slurred.

She mouthed “Labradoradora” silently to herself before she blinked again, and walked to the edge of the bed and looked at me. Seeming to understand my condition she smiled, “Somehow someway, you ended up in my room. Sienna. Not... Sorry, what’s your name?”

“Woops.” I giggled a bit at the situation now fully understanding this poor girl's confusion at my intrusion. “Savannah.” I lifted an arm in a lazy wave, “Mars. If you read the papers I'm the selected whose brother punched a reporter.”

She half grimaced, “Well hopefully you don’t punch me when I offer to help you back to your room.”

I laughed a bit at what this girl must be thinking of me, “not at all! They're just protective over a creepy paparazzi.” I sat up more straightly and swayed a little.“you don't have to help me though. I am perfectly capable of finding a room. Regardless of my state I am in fact a lawyer. Therefore I can read.”

Her smile is a little more at ease with my laugh, then she nodded slowly, “Oh absolutely. But so I don’t get mixed up in the future, can you let me come?” She said, eyeing my swaying carefully.

“Gotcha!” I cheered and did some finger guns and stood up successfully with the help of the bedpost, “I'm a lawyer, you?”

She stepped near me and offered a hand, answering distractedly, “Illustrator.”

I took her hand, “Pretty!” Then blushes a bit at the exclamation, “Illustration i mean! You are too though!” Trying not to insult the stranger.

She laughed softly and took my arm into the crook of hers, “Thank you. The compliment goes both ways.”

I nodded enthusiastically, “oh no bad idea dizzy.” I said and settled myself again, “I sleep somewhere around here. Why do all these doors look the same”

“I see why you got confused heading into my room.” She chuckles as she scans the plates, “Are you sure your room’s in this direction?” She blinked “Never mind.”

Suddenly I saw another door, it said S something, how many selected with S names could there be, “S is me!” I exclaimed.

She squinted and she looked closer at the nameplate, “S is close to you, but this isn’t your room. It’s Soraya’s,” She frowned and nodded at a guard who we passed.

“Oh... “ I wondered why someone else would have joined this, I suppose this other selected is a perfect person to ask, “Do you have the hots for the prince?”

She seemed startled by the question, “Well... we haven’t even met him yet.” She then raised a brow, “Do you?”

I laughed and nearly threw my head back, “Absolutely not! But I was wondering if all the girls here would be like” I stopped for a moment to gather myself, “UWUWUW Prince Dammmm i wanna be your wifeeyyy” I batted my eyes mimicking my expectation of my fellow selected, “and shit.”

Thankfully she laughed before quickly covering her mouth, “Let’s see how the interviews go then talk. I might go all moony-eyed.”

I half chuckled, “I don't think there’s a thing he could say to me to make me go all "uwu'. Strongly dislike the man off the bat.”

“Oh?” She raised a brow, a laugh still in her voice, “Is it the partying?”

“120%” I said fully serious.

She hummed, “What about it don’t you like?

“The fact that he's supposed to be the heir to illea and he's running around partying like he's just some ordinary frat boy. He has an obligation to the country and his choice to party over starting on work directly impacts thousands of peoples lives. I spend freaking days arguing cases that could just be solved if we had a leader who was sand enough to amend laws that deserve amending but he's out there doing jello shots and drinking tequila!” I complained, probably spilling out a bit much.

She sighed and bobbed her head to one side for a moment, focusing on the hallway before they reached the end of it and realized her room is probably back where they were before, she simply missed it. tugs them back in that direction again, “Maybe he’s... getting it out of his system.” She defended and wrinkled her nose clearly not believing her own words.

I sighed, “Maybe. At least this will let me tell if he's really that hopeless or not. Not that I'm one to speak in my current state.”

She gave a short laugh, “What if he is hopeless? What will you do then?”

I hadn’t quite thought that far out, “I figure out which one of you is the least hopeless and try to help them win.” I suggested.

She seemed amused at my conclusion, “Why did you submit your name then? For kicks and giggles?”

I sighed, “I didn't submit my application. Let's just leave it at that. Why'd you submit yours?” She seemed to agree with me about the large faults of the prince which made me more curious.

“Second chance at... something.” A vague answer.

I snorted, “something? What did you date a prince in a past life?”

She looked down with a smile then back up, “Life. Second chance at life.” I knew what she meant. The chance to reinvent yourself. I was able to get it before, if this was hers I wished her the best.

I looked up at her and smiled, “Well, I hope you get it Ms. Artist.”

She directed a smile at me, “Thank you.” We finally approach a room directly labeled Savannah Mars, which is funnily enough exactly across the hall from Sienna's. “I hope you don’t get too much of a headache tomorrow.”

I waved, “Nah I chug water.” I smiled at her already feeling the effects wearing off, “Thank you for walking me here, and I'm sorry for lying on your bed.”

“Sure sure.” She let go of her arm and raised a brow, “Positive you’ll be alright?”

“Positive.” I replied with a brief nod, headed into my room, then passed out for the night.

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Heather Watches SG1: s2ep22 Out of Mind and s3ep01 Into the Fire

Ah two of my all time favourites. Maybe even THE favourites. They’re just SO good. Also my shipper heart cannot take it but we love torturing ourselves here so lets go.

I’m gonna try and do enough that y’all get at least one post a day and scheduel them to go up periodically :)

This go very long so I hope it posts properly.

Ooooh mysterious tank

I mean honestly this was suspicious from the get go

Don’t trust this guy

JACK

YOU’RE ALL WET JACK

Is he?

Are they dead tho? Are you sure? Cause that sounds fake...

You see, the year is now.............. 2077

CREDITS

Teal’c looks all big and scary but really he’s a precious boy

End credits

TERYL ROTHERY

honestly that device looks very Star Trek

Missed opportunity to make a 69 joke

Girl he has been asleep for 79 years he probably remembers shit all

Good boy, answer nothing. Don‘t trust the random men that woke you up

thats not sarcasm, I don’t trust them either

“the rest of the facility” riiiiiight

Wizard of Oz reference

38 teams is a lot of teams

MMMMMMMM sounds FAKE

DON’T TRUST HIM JACK

General whats his face just dropped something on the ground

STARGATE

Jack is handsome

Me: I’m gay

Jack O’Neill: Yeah sure ya bethcha

Are ya just? What makes ya think Jack can help? he’s been asleep for 79 years

Tok’ra mind probe

Benefical alliance my ass, what did they ever really do for the Tau’ri??

Except promise to send a ship when they “had one available”

So thinking of Sam right now would be BAD Jack.

NOX

I LOVE THE NOX

WHAT CUTIES

look at them, they’re so sweet

Jack stop thinking and showing them shit

Could be a great weapon but the Nox are peaceful and beautiful and I love them

LITTLE GREY ALIENS WITH THE LITTLE GREY BUTTS

Thats a big ship

This is the only “look at all the shit we’ve managed to do so far” episode that is actually any good

Why don’t we meet the Furlings?

I wanna meet them

They sound fluffy

I love the baby asgards look at ‘em so cuuuuute

Kathrine! You’re great girly

“Touch it” *Jack touches it without knowing what it does, could die*

Jack waving his gun to touch the molecules seems like a bad idea

Yeah let him rest stop bullying him

purple goop

stop the pruple goop Jack

purple goop is never a good thing

Oh look... ANOTHER tank

DANNY BOY

Please cover your nipples

I don’t wanna see your man nipples

A third tank... funny that

SSSSAAAAAAMMMMMM

Funny how none of them are ACTUALLY dead

LIES WE’VE JUST SEEM THEM

Get these people some clothes

leaving her wrapped in a blanket is rude

Blanket looks like a mat tbh

BRATAC

SKARRA

Daniels hair is so bad in this episode I’m not sorry its HORRIBLE

He has a SHIELD Jack

FUCK YEAH JACK THROW THAT KNIFE YAS

HATHOR

I love Hathor hosts

She’s great honestly

Sam and janet and the girls kicking ass is the best

RIP Hathor

No seriously Daniel’s hair is BAD

Teal’c

JANET

ah yes, unusual

Teal’c is so passionate and caring about his friends I love him so much

THREE FUCKING WEEKS?!?!?!?!

janet is such an angel you can’t convince me otherwise

Are they tho?

Yeah he would but Teal’c with do anything for his F A M I L Y

Well he will leave

Aw Teal’c I love you with my entire heart

That zoom in on the patch is nice

YES JACK STOP THE GOOP

Nice kick!

BYE TEAL’C I LOVE YOU

AWW THIS EXCHANGE IS SO NICE

AW THE SALUTE BABE NO THAT HURTS MY HEART ITS SO SWEET

#SorryNotSorry but Jack looks so fucking good in this outfit

Like... he looks sooooo good

God I am questioning my sexuality left right and centre today

But seriously can he dress like that more often?

Go get ya girl, Jack!

Oh look... not the SGC

WHO WOULD HAVE EVER GUESSED

Serpant and Horus guards! :O

STOP THINKING BABE

THEY GONNA FIND YOOOOOU

SAAAAAAAAAM

BEAT THIS GUYS ASS AND SAVE. YOUR. GIRL

O U C H THAT WOULD FUCKING HURT

SHOULDER TOUCHING

SHOULDER RUBBING

SHOULDER TOUCHING

SHE IS TOUCHING HIM

I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD FOLLOWED BY A MEMORY OF HIM NEARLY DYING

SHE’S STILL HOLDING HIS SHOULDER

STARING AT HER NAKED BACK

TRYING NOT TO STARE AT HER NAKED BACK

HE IS SO IN TROUBLE

HE FANCIES HER SO MUCH

I MEAN SAME

she also looks good but like he looks better???

GRABBING

WALL HOLDING

HANDS TOUCHING SHOULDERS

PINKY CURLED IN SO HE DOESN’T TOUCH BARE SKIN

COULD HAVE MOVED BUT ISN’T MOVING

THEY WANNA HOLD EACH OTHER

DEAR GOD

sorry I’ll stop with the caps

I just physically cannot with those two

i love them so much

and i hate how they were treatd

Hathor you idiot,

SUANNE

LOL Jack

Servants in the royal court? Yeah sounds great

Rude Jack

lol the pat on the shoulder Jack you dick

uuuuuuhhhhh didn’t notice before how HOT IT IS WHEN HATHOR RUNS THE IDC REMOTE UNDER SAMS CHIN AND THE LOOK SAM GIVES HER I-

ACK SNAKE

I hate them the same way Jack does tbh

they make me squirm

Give it to Daniel. Why is Daniel the only one that never has a snake in him... wait...

sorry but I just wanna talk with the national captions institute...

Alright! On to Into the Fire!

DAVIS

MAJOR DAVIS I LOVE YOU

MY FAVOURITE

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH EVEN IF THINGS DO FALL TO SHIT WHENEVER YOU’RE THERE

Dramatic zooooom on Hathors name for E M P H A S I S

CREDITS

I love how Hammond is like EVERYONE is saving SG1

How DARE you, Daivs. They are THE team, rude!

I love that everyone steps forward because everyone loves SG1 but also everyone knows you don’t leave anyone else behind.

I love Hammond

MARTIN WOOD :O

He is a great director

Ew snake

Jack still looks fucking good

Jack now is not the time for sass

Give it to Daniel. No one cares

Sam is like “I’m not scared bitch bring it”

Of course it wants Jack

Poor Jack

Why is it always him??

You tried, buddy

Sam’s hand on his CHEST PLEASE JUST GET MARRIED

TEAL’C

BRATAC

Sam literally hates watching Jack in any pain

Poor Jack

Hathor fuck off

What exactly was the point of ripping his shirt? It makes no difference to the snake going in the back of HIS HEAD

oh gross

i hate it

I hate it so much

ugh the chills I currently have

Suanne Baun is super pretty though

YAS TOK’RA LADY

WE RESPECT AND LOVE YOU

Another Wizard of Oz reference

Sorry Daniel looks so bad

its the hair honestly, the little dorky fringe

Sam’s hair, on the other hand *chefs kiss*

Yeah but he’ll be fine, Tok’ra lady saved the day <3

YAS GIRL

NOOO Poor Tok’ra lady

Sorry fam, I forgot her name lol

Sam pulling that jacket on, Sam in a jacket thats a little too big for her , Sam in a white shirt.. Sam

Yeah they are Teal’c.

Dead and false and dead... or is he???

Hand dance

Energy barrier is in the way, boys continue to shoot

oh no shooting towers of death are never a good sign

And of course Daniel got hurt so we have to baby him for the rest of the fucking episode jfc just sit him down somewhere and Sam and the rest of the teams can do the hard work... again

Cool Tok’ra tunnels are Cool

Lol Daniel being sassy (oh its just a deep, bleeding gash, it’ll be fine) lol sorry he is funny when he’s sassy

I’m sick of your army already, Hathor

OOOOH a barrier

Hammond is awaiting

Why do they give them such short time periods to do shit? Like they know things go wrong literally ALL THE TIME

Like “hi you have 24 hours to go into a SECURE, GOA’ULD FACILITY, RETRIEVE THREE SG MEMBERS AND GET OUT. PIECE.OF.CAKE”

6 hours is a long time to sit on your hands and do nothing tho. Ah well might as well go and save the boyfriend

The president can suck a rotten potatoe

Davis, you can’t really argue with him, he outranks you about 4 times

Sam’s sleeves are too long and baggy and its SO CUTE

GO SAM

SAVE THE DAY

BUT SAVE YOUR BOYFRIEND FIRST

Hammond visiting Chulak

because he’s an angel baby

and the best dad ever to his four kids; Major Dr Science Space Baby, Sassy Grumpy Fruit Loop and Sam Carter Loving Space Baby, Warrior Gentle Giant Space Baby and Annoying, Doesn’t know shit, Archaeologist Space Baby.

Yas Teal’c, spill that tea

I will join you, bb

Hammond in a toga will also join you cause he a babe

and he needs your help cause Davis said No.

HAMMOND OF TEXAS IS MY FAVOURITE THING EVER I LOVE IT

Sam: I’m gonna go and shut this shield down

Sam: but not until I have tried to save my Future Husband.

Poor Tok’ra lady

Hand on chest again

Fucking Hathor man

Go away boo, you’re ruining the moment

Stop hurting Sam

YAS JACK FUCK YES I LOVE THAT

I love his response to it too

Like the shock and fear

This hug goes on a long time

I know he’s cold or whatever but like...

and I know he’s in shock and so is she a bit

he’s doing it for her as much as him

but they’re STILL hugging

They literally never do this again

Its so sweet because after this its just... nothing? Like POV happens and then Upgrade and Divide and Conquer and they go ah fuck we can’t hug anymore so all we get is platonic shoulder holding and using shoulders as pillows. The closes we get to a hug is Death Knell and emotional trauma Threads. I want a REAL hug

And he holds her arms for ages and helps her up

Wow they’re so fucking in love this hurts

“Found ‘em” Jack stop so cute

C4! Who’d have thought it

Ah shit they’re surrounded

He still looks good

They BOTH look good

They make a great couple

Nope, not really but its what ya got so you’re gonna have to deal with it

This general guy is a bit of a dick

Thats right Sam, don’t listen. Good job, Danny boy.

Only 1? Thats not a lot of time

Get out there, Jack! Buy that time

Gun Bum! (if you know Sanctuary, you’ll get it)

He’s really not doing a great job of pretending to be a Goa’uld

Its really not impossible

ex-goddess lol

“She’s Gone. She is no more.” I’m honestly shocked people didn’t shoot him more often

I love him tho

Thank god, thats good timing

Hammond is IN. HIS. ELEMENT

There is no way she heard hiom say now but she still knew. I love them. I love how well they know each other and they’ve only known each other a little over two years

Time to KICK SOME ASS

JAFFA YAS

ooh coming in from behind, sneaky

YEEHAW

OH HAMMOND YOU PRECIOUS BABY

Sam going straight to Jack and it looks like she goes to put her arm around him.

I hate them ffs

Bra’tac and Human fuck me thats so cute

Sam’s smile when they see Teal’c and Hammond is Gorgeous

and Hammond patting her on the back! stop! I love Space Dad and his idiot Space babies.

Final Thoughts:

Seriously guys this is my favourite Final and First eps of a season.

100% one of my favourite two parters, if not my all time favourite two parter

Great direction, good story, excellent bad guys, good acting, just enough suspense with out being too drawn out, something for everyone, comes of the back of a fun as fuck episode (1969), Hammond has a big part, Davis is there, lots of cute Sam/Jack and of course, Daniel’s Elf Hair.

Also the Tok’ra are actually useful in this one which is SHOCKING

Lemme know your thoghts friends, I’m excited to hear them!

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blissfulalchemist · 4 years

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@nightwingshero and @risenlucifer You two were on the same wavelength today and so I’m just doing the one prompt cause it would have been the same either way. Also note that I did separate the line a little because it fit better. Please enjoy. Love you!

I’m tapping my foot impatiently waiting for my ride to get here. I was slated to be “arrested” and it was the only reason mom and dad weren’t called right away. Not that there was much they could have done about it anyway. The old secretary shot me a judging glare over the monitor. I flash her a smug smile, she rolls her eyes going back to whatever mundane task she had been assigned. I catch the reflection of the cop car in a glass vase on the desk, finally. I won’t be in the cell more than a night when one of my uncles or aunt gets me out. They can’t fault me for what I did.

The man that steps out of the car is tall and looks exhausted, but recognizable, I’ll never have to see a cell….unless he was a gonna be snitch and his face showed that he didn’t entirely approve of my actions. He gives a heavy sigh as his eyes land on me in my overalls and dragon printed button up, the white go go boots scuffed, drops of red paint splattered all over. I give him a sheepish smile shrugging, “Hey Wessy,” he gives a small shake of his head and walks past me straight to the principal’s office. The secretary gives me a smug grin as the door closes, I stick my tongue out at her in retaliation, crossing my arms, my nerves getting to me.

Uncle Wes wasn’t a hard ass but he also wasn’t supposed to be working today. I doubted that Wes could ever really be in a bad mood, he never was whenever I saw him. The silver cuffs he had in his hands as he walked out of the office made that doubt shrivel away. Guess there were bad days with Wessy. “Alright Miss Estrada, stand up and put your hands behind your back.”

“Are you going to carry my backpack for me?” He gave me a raised eyebrow, “It’s a valid question. If you’re not I have to put it on before you cuff me.” He picked up the bag slinging it over his shoulder as I turned so he could bind my wrists. He put a hand on my shoulder leading me out the door to the car. The snow had started to fall, clouds leaving my mouth with each breath I blew out seeing how big I could make them. Wren was right, I should have brought a bigger coat. “Hey Wessy they aren’t looking you can take the cuffs off.”

He didn’t say anything as he opened the door pushing my head down. My stomach drops as he slams the door making his way to the driver's seat, my bag being tossed on the floor next to him. He must have told mom and dad, he’s gotta just be playing so they could know how mad they were at me. Well dad at least. Mom would probably have let me off the hook...mostly. The cuffs are digging into my wrists a little as I shift trying to get comfortable, “So,” I hold out, “I thought you weren’t supposed to be working today.”

“Got called in,” his hazel eyes met mine in the rearview, “Shift was over too.”

“Oh,” that’s why he was upset, “She wearing the cowboy hat again?” I gave him a wink hoping to lighten the mood. He didn’t share my sense of humor today, “Upside is you get the over time right? You can make it up to her with, uhm...I nice bottle of wine? What do you get Aunt Wren for gifts other than y-.”

“Liz,” he pinched the bridge of his nose while we waited for the light to change colors. “Sorry. Rough morning.”

I looked down to the floor, my hair covering my face, “I didn’t help with that sorry.”

He gave a smirk as the light went green, “You made it better actually.”

I looked up, my brown eyes wide, “You didn’t tell mom and dad?”

“They left me in charge,” I rolled my eyes smiling, “Okay they left Wren in charge. Ain’t no reason to tell if Wren’s gonna laugh about it. You did nothin’ wrong in her eyes.”

He pulled into the main street of Falls End, just in front of the ice cream shop, “We’re stopping for ice cream before the station.”

“Ain’t going to the station. Shift’s over,” he helped me out of the car taking the cuffs off. I rubbed my wrists putting on my coat, “Then I’d have to call Raf and Cat.”

“No one wants to do that, which works in my favor,” the shop was warm and empty as we both got a cone. The snow having let up a little as we made our way down the sidewalk, “You know mom used to tell me you could tell she was a Colorado girl cause she eats ice cream in the dead of winter. I think it’s just a mountain thing really.”

I jumped on the small stone wall keeping my balance in the white boots, “You’re glad Danny’s with your mom.” I grimaced at the mention of my younger brother, out having fun with them while I was stuck here, “He’d have told on ya.”

“Well dad can’t do anything even if he wanted and mom would have taken my side,” I finished the cone stuffing my hands in the jacket pockets, pulling out the gloves.

“You exposed your Mr. Mable’s porn search history,” I shrugged, “and then proceeded to paint the words facist pig all over his classroom.”

I wave off his words, “Hey it’s not my fault he’s perpetuating an oppressive systemic government by trying to indoctrinate the youth of Hope County to his archaic ways of thinking.” I jumped down just before the wall ended. “He needed to be exposed! I shouldn’t be in trouble here.”

“You also had plans to light Miss Mable’s lawn on fire,” Wes pulled out the copy of the notebook paper.

“Not my fault he lives with his sister,” I picked up some of the snow that was on a table outside the Spread Eagle. “But he really is doing wrong Wessy. He was teaching history in such a skewed way and no one was listening to me. No one else had to hear what he said about us...,” for all the diversity that had been happening in nowhere Montana, some never caught up to the twenty-first century. I sigh stopping looking at how the snow is packing, thoughts wandering to how I wouldn’t be here if things were different. “I miss dad,” Wes looked at me sympathetically, his arm covering my shoulders, “He would have done something about it a long time ago. They would have listened to him instead of blowing him off like they did me and mom.”

“He’ll be back soon,” he gives me a squeeze, “Last time he’ll be away for this long. Or ever I hear.”

I gathered some more of the snow, “Stupid SATs. You think they would allow some kids to reschedule them for emergencies,” the ball that was forming in my hand was perfect. “Then I could have lied so I could have gone to see him too,” I couldn’t remember the last time I threw a snowball this perfect. Dad was the one that taught me, I held it up inspecting it.

Wes must have noticed the scheming glint in my eyes as he backed away, “Liz,” he warned.

“What? I’m not gonna throw it,” it’s just too perfect to throw, “Can I have those plans back by the way?”

“No.” I look up at him surprised, it was just a piece of paper.

“What if I need them for a school project? I worked really hard on them.” I tried to reach up for them, his hand just out of my grasp. Being five foot six did little to help against Wes’ height apparently.

“Only sayin’ no cause of Wren,” right he had a point there, “Not gonna give her the excuse.” I looked back to the snowball still in my hand, Wes’ eyes going a little wide, “No. No. Liz,” he warned taking a few steps back, “Don’t you dare.”

“Then give me the plans back,” I held up my arm aiming, “I’ll make sure Tia Wren doesn’t get them. But I worked really hard on them. I need to preserve the memory of this day.”

“I’m warning you,” he flinched as I jerked my arm back ever so slightly, “Don’t you dare throw that snowball.”

“The plans Wessy. Cough ‘em up,” I held my free hand out for him to give me back the paper.

He looked up to his hand, “Oh these plans? Cough ‘em up ya say?” He smirked looking me in the eye. “Fine,” my eyes went wide, jaw dropping, as he crumbled up the paper sticking it in his mouth. His smile smug as the plans sat in his mouth, hands on his hips, it was gross and rude of him.

“Goddamnit! Wessy!” I threw the snowball at him, getting him in the face. He coughed keeping his mouth shut. “Gross!”

I picked up another snowball throwing it at him, he laughed causing the paper to fall into his hands, “Still want ‘em?”

“No! I don’t want your stupid germs on them!” I didn’t at least, I lunged for them, “Wren don’t give a fuck though!” I’d suffer for her cause if I had to, if anything it was payback for him keeping the stupid handcuffs on for as long as he did.

#deputy hwes #lizette eden oc #x: top chefs #Let's have some wholesome fun here #brotp: prepare for trouble n make it double

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suicidalcatz · 5 years

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DOG DAYS ARE OVER : CHAP 16

Pairing : Jake Kiszka x reader

Genre : College AU

Previous parts : Prologue ; chap 1 ; chap 2 ; chap 3 ; chap 4 ; chap 5 ; chap 6 ; chap 7 ; chap 8 ; chap 9 ; chap 10 ; chap 11 ; chap 12 ; chap 13 ; chap 14 ; chap 15

Masterlist : here

AN : Hi! Sorry I’m a bit late! Is this... the last chapter ? Oh my God. There will be an epilogue, too ! So in this chapter, there’s a misunderstanding and- I can’t tell eheh. Please feel free to tell me what you think about it because I sure had trouble writing this one. Thank you all for the love and support !

Chapter 16 : I do

Sooner than we thought, a consequent amount of work fell on all of us, preventing us from seeing each other. And like that, days went by... and then weeks. January had been a harsh month for everybody. A few teachers were late on their program so we had to learn more, write faster. Meanwhile others just enjoyed watching us suffer and kept giving more homework, letting us witness with horror how it piled up in a corner of our room like an insatiable monster that kept growing and growing. Those were the dark times. It became impossible for us to even have lunch together. Tensions began to rise. Josh was irritable because his singing teacher was a jerk to him. Mandy kept skipping more and more classes, running everywhere in town to find clothes. Jake, completely depressed, looked like a character from Corpse Bride, and not a pretty one. As for me, I was a mix of all of them. Living with Mandy has for the first time proven to have its downsides, as her stress was rubbing off on me, while my annoyance to some of my failed assignments got to her nerves too. The boys were no exception, and we had a perfect example of it during a lecture, when Josh snapped at the teacher after she made a snark comment about his last grade. All heads turned to him, even ours, and with a mix of shame and anger, he took his bag and slammed the door behind himself without a word. In retrospect, it had been so fucking cool, although a bit rude considering he didn't have to talk to her like that even with her sly remark... But the way he just told her off, took his belongings and proudly yet bitterly exited the amphitheater was one of the highlights of this year, goddamn the boy had balls.

One of the things that really helped me get through this horrible period was Greta Van Fleet's album on shuffle on my earphones accompanying me during my days in the workshop. And then one day around 2pm we all received a text from Josh.

« If we don't go drinking tonight I swear I will explode, I'm already having nervous breakdowns every week, I need to get out of this school, let's meet at 8 »

Well, the message couldn't be clearer than that, could it ? And my phone vibrated multiple times when the others replied, showing some « Thank God » and « Please let's » on the screen before I discreetly put it back inside my pocket. It had been the first time we went to the bar as a group, with Sam and Danny. And somehow, because we spent a pleasant night together without coming home too late or too drunk, we simultaneously thought it'd be a good idea to reiterate the experience. At least once a week, sometimes every day, we met at the café, occasionally bringing work with us and helping each other. It was close to our school thus convenient, but still far enough to allow us to take a breath of fresh air and think of something else for a while. Most of the time, it was deserted, the only few patrons that came to drink their coffee being regulars, and we enjoyed the calm, even if we were noisy ourselves. Sometimes, Mandy was too busy to come, sometimes it was Sam, so it happened that Danny and I were the only ones being here, or just the twins, but it didn't really matter, there was always one of us here and the others could always come to meet. Josh's idea had help us clear our minds and we were all thankful for that. What I wasn't thankful for, on the other hand, was the way his loud mouth spoke freely about things that didn't concern him at all, least of all Sam and Danny. Of course, he talked about the Jake situation. At first I was outraged and even slapped him on the arm, to which he just shrugged, explaining his brother was always late anyway, so we could talk about it. As if that was the issue here ! But as time went by, I calmed down. Sam and Danny already knew, having noticed but not wanting to adress the elephant in the room. Now that the subject had been thrown on the table though, it was different, and if at first Sam's awful comments about how we were both taking our sweet time pissed me off, now we discussed it quietly, confessing my thoughts and feelings in exchange for some advices.

Today was one of those days. The gang was reunited, sitting across a small round table after a tiring day, clinking glasses and chatting loudly, everybody cutting each other off during spicy topics that constantly created heated arguments. Mandy and Sam's bickering never failed to amuse us, with me falling back againt the couch laughing, Josh having climbed on a chair to yell over them in a dramatic manner, and Danny commenting their arguments with a sportscaster voice while they just pointed angrily at each other. It happened once or twice (make it thrice or fourth) now that the bartender had to come to our table to make us cool down, threatening to kick us out if we didn't, because he couldn't even hear the damn radio. Today, like any other day, the only one missing was Jake, fashionably late as always.

- You guys never agree on anything, that's frankly amazing, I said while wipping a tear from the corner of my eye.

Two murderous glare were instantly directed at me, dead serious, like their constant quarelling wasn't something you could take lightly. Of course, they never was any sort of resentment between them, it was more like a game that was entirely theirs. Mandy knew Sam liked to tease her to no end, and the boy never took the words she threw his way to heart. They were never hurtful anyway, they would always make sure of that.

- You know what they say..., announced Josh while taking a sip of his beer, love always starts with hatred.

- Nobody says that..., muttered a perplexed Danny.

However his confusion got rapidly interupted by Sam and Mandy's shouting, barking at Josh telling him how wrong he was about them while the curly boy smiled through his glass.

- I'd rather die, said my roommie.

- That should be my line, replied Sam.

Josh and I exchanged a mischevious and knowing glance that unfortunately didn't go unnoticed by his little brother. The long haired boy made a show of putting both elbows on the table before a devilish smile spread on his lips. Uh-oh.

- Speaking of which, how's Jakey ?

Admiring the way my cheeks grew red at the mention of the object of my affection, he patiently waited for my stuttering to stop while Mandy took side with him, adopting the same posture. Sitting between them, Danny comically raised his eyebrows, knowing damn well they'll torture me to no end, like they took the habit to do when Jake wasn't around. Of course Josh ignored my pleading eyes, enjoying where the conversation was going.

- You should know, you're his brother.

My reply was weak and didn't hide how bashful the subject made me, more reasons for him to pursue it.

- Come on, Mandy told me about the kiss of the century, there's no way nothing happened after that !

- For someone who claims Sam's a pain in the ass you guys are awfully close !, I exclaimed while watching her with an expression of fake betrayal.

- Hey, don't try to change the topic.

A long and loud sigh made its way out of my throat and my eyes were suddenly too absorbed by the bubbles of my soda spiralling to the surface to meet their expectant gazes. God why was it such a big thing to them ? Their fascination for my love life was starting to upset me, especially since it was a lost cause. There was really no reason to dwell upon it. Would they ever drop it ?

- Nothing happened between Jake and I. What do you want me to tell you ? It was just a kiss between friends, it doesn't mean anything.

At that, I felt my chest constrict. It didn't mean anything... for Jake, that is. For me, however... All of them suddenly went awfully quiet, in a very uncharacteristic manner. My head raised in surprise at their abrupt silence, only to be greeted by Jake's gaze on me, standing in front of our table. He must've been waiting for his chance to say hello all the while stepping on a conversation he wasn't meant to hear. My face must've lost all of its colors, and a glance around me confirmed what I feared ; judging by their awkward behaviours, Jake had heard. The boy cleared his throat, showing a toothy smile to the lot of us.

- Hi guys, whatcha talking about ?

During the few seconds he stayed with his back facing us to get a chair, we were all exchanging shocked and confused glances, mouthing hurried words to each other. Was he pretending he didn't hear anything I said ? Did he genuinely not hear our conversation ? However much I pondered about it, and tried relentlessly to think of all the possibilities that could've happened just now, I was at a loss, it was no use. The only thing to do was to go along and play his game, pretending he hadn't just walked on us gossiping about him. It was so awkward. Danny and Josh were the first to bring a new and funny topic, throwing jokes his way, studying his reaction. They immediately put him at ease, inviting Sam and Mandy to the masquerade, effectively hiding their uneasiness for his and my sake. It wasn't working on me, though. I sank into the couch, feeling incredibly shameful. And the few times I tried to react to the conversation at hands, I saw Jake avoid my eyes. Fuck.

I would lie if I said what happened at the bar wasn't playing on loop on my mind. It had been impossible for me to read Jake's brown eyes when he interrupted us, but there was absolutely no doubt that the boy heard us. Maybe it was for the best. I was the one pretending we were just friends anyway, so it wouldn't change anything... except now that he was single a part of me couldn't help but hope I had a chance with him... until now. Because if I was sure of one thing at the moment, it's that Jake was certain I only saw him as a friend. Why was I so unlucky anyway ? Did I offend God in a previous life ?! Man, it was harsh... Just when I had a feeling things could evolve between us, everything got in the way. Work, misunderstandings, my stupidity... On the bright side, I was so thankful I didn't say anything shameful. Because I could've told an awful lot of those. And for nothing in the world I wanted him to walk in when I was making a speech about the soft gleaming of his scar under the sun, or the roundness of his ass. I would forever thank my ability to always find a way to relativise, even during a crisis like this one.

Another person with the same quality was Josh, on top of being a really observant boy, and a good friend. So it was no surprise to me when he nudged my arm during a lecture and leaned into my ear to ask if he could come over after school.

- You know you're always welcome, I whispered back.

Josh smiled a me, and the exchange between us should've ended right here, but I saw his eyes gaze at something behind me, his smile changing into a smirk. He must've caught me notice it because he turned to his notebook again, playing innocent. My head jerked into Jake's direction, studying his stiff figure and furrowed brows. What the hell were they playing at ?

During the few days that followed that incident at the bar, I didn't get any answers to that question. The twins kept exchanging glances whenever I was near one or the other, and the more days passed the more moody Jake looked. I had tried to text him several times during the week, making small talk, asking what he was up to, and sharing silly anecdotes, only to be faced with cold answers. It was like talking to a wall. Something was upsetting him, but I had no way to know if it was school related, because of Josh's behaviour, or if I was the cause of it.

It was friday night when Danny slammed open the café door, causing the bartender to scowl, before completely ignoring him to look for us through the small crowd, hurriedly coming to our table. The drummer threw himself on the couch next to Mandy, looking out of breath but over-excited. And while his happy yet sweaty face made me question him, it only took a simple look for his bandmates to know what was going on. Sam was the first to exclaim and jump on his feet, almost toppling the table with his thighs, making the glasses clink dangerously.

- Are you serious?!

Still out of breath, Danny nodded, interrupting his heavy panting to gulp down the beer Jake was offering him. Josh and him were the next to understand.

- Really ?!

- Okay what is going on, should we be excited to ?, asked Mandy who was sheltering her drink in case anyone else wanted to try and knock over their table.

The drummer raised a finger our direction, indicating he needed some more time to recover from his sprint, removing his scarf in the process. His face was beet red, and although he looked like he was the most athletic of the group, I got slightly concerned he was about to die. He must've ran a long distance real fast, and judging by our friends' hysteria and high-fives, the news were good.

- Greta Van Fleet is playing tomorrow night at O'Malley's.

He let it all out in one go but the words were cristal clear, and now it was Mandy and I's turn to cheer and applaud loudly, congratulating the boys and clinking our glasses together, already chatting about the event before a threatening « Shut up ! » came from another table.

- It's so great you guys ! But are you ready ? Tomorrow night is a bit...

Josh shrugged away my concerns, placing an arm around my shoulder, speaking with his hands.

- Not at all, doll, we're more than ready. In fact we wanted to play there for a while, but the place's always packed.

- Someone cancelled their show at the last minute, so Danny got to negociate, interrupted Jake to sum things up.

Despite the general enthusiasm around the table, I didn't miss the look Jake gave to Josh's hand resting on my shoulder. The boys all nodded, Sam ruffling Danny's hair while congratulating him for his hard work and perseverance. Everyone agreed to buy him drinks to thank him, ignoring his shy protests and rosy cheeks at all the praise. Without even being a member of their band, Mandy and I shared their excitement, already asking what the setlist would be and bargaining with Josh when he insisted that it was a secret. The O'Malley was an Irish pub, like you could guess by their name, located by the docks. Which only meant one thing : it was crazy popular among students. Not only from our campus, but another art school rivaling ours. To be honest the teachers were the ones competing, as us students from both universities often met and hung out together. A lot of them came to our festivals and events, thus becoming friends with us. We let them come to our parties, and they never forgot to invite us over for theirs. Greta Van Fleet playing at the O'Malley on a Saturday night would no doubt be a huge step forward for the boys' band. I could sense the doors of success were already waiting for them to push them open.

The boys rehearsed all day long Saturday, waking up before dawn and arriving early to set everything up and properly meet the owner of the bar. Pictures were sent to our groupchat, Sam explaining that the staff had thanked them for their availability, relieved that they quickly found another band to replace the one who couldn't attend. Mandy and I chose to come early too, arriving one hour before the show and already having trouble finding a seat through the sea of students occupying every inch of space available. Whereas it was because they were taking shelter from the cold, or because their feet ached from standing in the cold didn't matter to the boys, who were delighted to welcome with open arms the newcomers and introduce them to their music. It helped that the word had spread super fast on campus too, with Jake's post on the school's Facebook page. Nursing my beer next to Mandy at the far end of the bar, I recognized the girls from the other time, the night we had our Christmas party, chatting to their girl friends, standing in front of the stage. When the boys got in to set up their instruments, I saw them salute the band, shaking hands and exchanging friendly words with Josh while Jake didn't bother giving them more than a glance and a nod before turning back to his guitar, causing me to snort behind my glass. Mandy was quick to notice that.

- Well aren't you a sneaky little one.

- I don't know what you're talking about.

Paying for her cocktail and putting her change back in her purse, she adopted my posture, back resting against the bar, drink in hand, eyes to the stage. Wearing a black and gold fringe jacket, Jake was focusing on his guitar, tuning it with great care, pick stuck between his lips, the ring I offered him gleaming under the spotlights. Onstage, he looked out of this world, unattainable.

- You know they stand no chance, said Mandy.

It caught me off-guard. But did they ? I looked their way, observing their pretty faces, skin glowing with light makeup, batting their eyelashes, bracelets clinking against one another, long fingers playing with silk strands of hair. A part of me knew Mandy was right and that they couldn't replace me. But then again, incertitude argued that it was my ego talking, and that my confidence was misplaced. With Jake giving me the cold shoulder, I wasn't able to look at the situation with a fair point of view, and Mandy's opinion was made unrelevant by the simple fact that she was my friend. And one thing I knew for sure was that friends were biased, because they loved you. I chose to change the topic.

- What about you and Sam ?

- I don't know what you're talking about, she mimicked.

To make sure my stern look was effective, I turned to her completely, resting an elbow on the bar, while she comically took a long sip of her cocktail, avoiding my eyes, making me smile before I turned to face the stage once more. All barstools and chairs were taken, much to our inconvenience, and shifting from one foot to the other was the only thing I found to release some of the soreness.

- I saw you holding hands under the table.

She gasped audibly before giving me a death stare that just fueled my laughter. There was no way I didn't notice their act, and I was quite certain the others did too, but chose to ignore it. Which by the way was unfair since the lot of them commented my love life like it was a soap opera. However Mandy didn't have the time to give me a proper answer, cut off by Josh's words into the mic, greeting the crowd and announcing the show was about to start.

If anything, their second time playing was even better than the first one. The boys were on fire. Each member had their time to shine in the form of a solo, Josh being his charming self in the meantime, playing with the crowd and blowing kisses our way. They played some covers, encouraging everybody to sing along, but also songs we never heard before, that weren't on the album. One of them in particular allowing Jake to show off the extent of his guitar skills. He blew me away. Expression serious, toned skin glistening with sweat under the blue lights, while Josh's tambourine and melancholic cries accompanied the torturous sounds of his guitar. There was something special about this one, that made my chest constrict due to several emotions contradicting themselves at the same time, causing a turmoil within me. Intrigued by their music or just in need of a drink, several people came into the bar that night, packing the place with new faces, all of them staying for the amazing show the boys were providing for us. By the time they finished, I had long forgotten about my aching feet, instead welcoming the boys in a tight hug, complimenting and congratulating them. Mandy and I already had their beers ready, before anyone else could cut the ground from under our feet. Not that there was anything wrong with people buying them drinks, it was always a very nice thing to do, we just wanted to be the first ones to do it, at least for tonight. They were our friends, so it only seemed fair.

- Here.

Handing Jake his beer, I took a good look at his content face, smile plastered on his lips and moist strands of brown hair sticking to his forehead. He looked gorgeous, at peace and proud of himself and his band. Some people offered them drinks, like we thought they'd do, students came talking to them, to make small chat or to congratulate them. The boys took their time before packing up, talking and laughing with us, their enthusiasm contagious. When closing, the bartender even invited us all to stay inside and have a chat, drinks on the house. It felt incredibly nice to be able to stay here while everybody else had to leave, even the few girls still talking with Jake. Now I'm not gonna lie I might have directed a smile or two their way when the bartender closed the door behind them...

Going back to the dorms was... not an easy task to say the least. We had to call a cab, but as we couldn't all fit in it, we split teams, the most important thing being their music instruments. But even before that... Danny's drumkit was heavy as hell, the boys were tipsy enough to be clumsy and numerous times their instruments threatened to slip and drop on the hard conrete. And even if he was the only one who didn't need to carry anything at all, Josh was completely wasted, singing loud gibberish nonsense, waking up the dogs and barking back at them, removing his shoes and throwing them to trees... Man he was so out of control when drunk even the 5 of us couldn't properly babysit him. It made me realize it was the first time I was sober when he wasn't. And I didn't dare imagine how we must've wreaked havoc the night we brought back the couch to our dorm. Of all of us, Jake once more proved that he was the most serious and reasonable. It wasn't much of a surprise, actually. From what I knew, in situations that required seriousness, the brunette had always been this composed, level-headed boy. I loved that about him, his ability to remain remarkably quiet, then go crazy all of a sudden, before returning to his peaceful self. Josh's shoes in hand, a smile tugged at the corners of my lips when I saw Jake giving his brother a piggy back ride, moved by the fond scene in front of my eyes.

When the cab finally reached our school, Danny and Sam were waiting for us sitting on cases, explaining Josh had forgotten to hand them the key to their door. Since he was the one who didn't need to transport anything, it was only fair he at least took care of the keys in case they'd got lost in a guitar case or whatnot. I couldn't help but think we looked like a bunch of burglars, when everybody started muttering at the same time and hushing each other in the dark of the night. Mandy yawned, waiting to kiss them goodnight to go to sleep, and Jake sighed, defeated.

- Okay Josh, give me the keys.

Once again carrying his twin on his back, the long haired boy nudged his sleepy cheek with his shoulder to wake him up, not minding the drool on his jacket. Mandy couldn't contain a cute noise when Josh turned his head to get more comfortable in his brother's back, making Jake snort in the process.

- Just drop him, suggested Sam right before Danny elbowed him.

He really could've, to wake him up, but it seemed like Jake didn't have the heart to shake him out of his peaceful drowse. More abruptly, he shook his shoulder, causing Josh to whine.

- What, he groaned.

- We're in front of the dorms, give me the keys.

There was a silence during which Josh sighed, taking his time to process what his brother was asking, unfazed by Sam's complaints. The boy rubbed his eyes, sliding an arm in Jake's back to comfortably put his head against it. I could tell he was beginning to feel heavy, because Jake's hold on him slipped more and more frequently and he had to give him a small but strong push to get him back into place.

- What keys, he finally said.

Mandy and I exchanged a glance, one of those that said « Shit's about to go down », and Danny's face lit up with concern. You could see he already had the worst case scenario figured in his mind and was imagining them sleeping in the school's park.

- What do you mean you-

- Sam, Jake warned him. Josh, remember, we told you to take the keys to our rooms so we don't put them by mistake in one of the cases.

- No you didn't.

He was now perfectly awake, shaken by the confusing accusations, and got off of Jake's back, stumbling a bit, probably because his legs must felt numb after being carried around for a long period of time. Sam got up too, not amused by the situation. He was cold, he was tired, and he still had a lot of shit to lift on the stairs and if possible he wanted to be done with it before dawn.

- Yes we did !, the bassist said with his arms raised in the air.

- Yeah, we did, Danny assured him when Josh's gaze found his face for some sort of confirmation.

Silence again. Somehow, Mandy and I didn't dare to watch them. It remembered me of those situations when parents are having a fight and then turn to you... and start finding every excuse they can to yell at you even though you've done nothing. Well... Let's say we tried to summon our inner chameleons while they all started to get pissed at Josh. It was kind of awkward and we couldn't find a good time to leave. Besides, we couldn't let them sleep under the stars.

- Why don't you sleep at ours for tonight ? You'll return to the O'Malley tomorrow and ask them about the keys.

It was the most Mandy thing I ever said since we met the guys, but it was the only solution right now. It took us another hour to climb the stairs with all those heavy and big instruments cases, probably waking up half of the dorm in the process, but it felt so good to be home. The room was warm, and the bed was calling me. The first thing Josh did was to dive head first onto the couch without even taking the time to remove his coat, and fell asleep almost immediately, pulling the blanket on him (more like letting it fall on his body). Sitting around the kitchen table, we all had a hot cup of tea/coffee to warm us up and get some of the alcohol out of our system. Danny was the first one to word his concern about the bedding.

- It's really nice you girls allow us to sleep here for the night, he shyly said, but...

His big hands were entirely covering his mug, enjoying its warmth, thumb caressing the edge of it, thinking of a good way to phrase it. An embarrassed look was adorning his features, which I couldn't help but find endearing.

- There's no room for six... is it ?

- You're right, Jake said. Maybe I should stay awake ?

I didn't know if it was a rhetorical question or if he was being serious but there was no way anybody stayed awake while the others were asleep. First of all, it was creepy. But above all, it wasn't fair. Thinking hard, I let a hand run through my hair, ruffling the locks in its passage.

- Oh, Mandy I think there's an airmat under your bed ! There, two down, four more to go. Let's see...

- We just have to share beds, suddenly said Sam.

All heads turned to him, and the boy put his cup on the table, shrugging.

- What ? It's the easy solution. There are two big beds in the room, don't tell me nobody thought about it. What do you think, Jake ?

His cough was so loud he spilled his drink everywhere on his hands, color leaving then regaining his face alternaly. Standing up to lay his empty cup in the sink, Sam patted his back, wicked smile on his face.

- Then it's settled. Let's go, Mandy.

Oh you sneaky son of a...

I should've seen this coming. I should've known better. Of course Sam would do something like that, it was so him, I couldn't believe I let my guard down like that. And his little act with Mandy, pretending they didn't like each other and then snuggling in bed, ah, I hated my friends. The sadistic bastard even got Danny to play along in his three years plan to make my life miserable.

It was uncomfortably silent for a room filled with six young adults, our breathing being the only noise audible. With the halfway closed curtains, the dim light was dark enough for us to distinguish forms and silhouettes painted in different shades of blue and grey. Sometimes, the sound of a cover brushing against the mattress will get me out of my thoughts, other times it will be Josh's sleep talking or Danny's serene snoring. Sam had lied. The bed wasn't big at all. It was cramped, at best, and I couldn't calm down at all. Jake's warmth was suffocating, my thumping heart wouldn't slow down, and I was over conscious of every little thing he was doing. My throat instinctively tried to swallow the lump residing there when I felt the covers ruffling on my skin, Jake's hot breath now brushing my neck.

- Can't sleep ?

His husky voice whispering in my ear caused an uncontrollable shiver to run down my spine. Each of his breathes awoke goosebumps on my skin, covering their path like grass would grow after the rain. It always amazed me, the power he had over me, without even realizing it. Just two words murmured in the crook of my neck and my body was almost trembling already. As my voice was caught in my throat, my body reacted on its own and I shook my head slightly, enough for him to notice. Jake sighed. I could hear him rustling and moving behind me, careful not to touch me and not knowing what to do with his long arms.

- Did you mean it ?, he said after a while.

Furrowing my brows in confusion wasn't going to work, so I turned to face him, both lying on our side to look at each other in the dark. I could only see the shadows of his face, but by now my eyes were accustomed enough to distinguish his expressions more clearly. Jake swallowed hard, gaze focusing on anything but my eyes, looking... confused and rather saddened, discouraged.

- What you said at the bar.

At the bar... My brain had trouble seeing where he was going, but my body must've sensed it on instinct because my heart started pounding madly, as if wanting to warn me of what was coming. Suddenly brave enough to face me, Jake's eyes stared into mine, intense yet unsure.

- Do you only see me as a friend... ?

Unable to run away, I had to face him, and answer him. My voice was still caught in my throat, and my palms were getting sweaty. Jake was dead serious. So much that I thought for a second I was dreaming. His eyes weren't leaving mine, I had to answer. But what was the good thing to say ? What would I do if I told him the truth and he only saw me as a friend ? From my perspective he led me into thinking there might be more but... My feelings for him were blurring everything. And if I lied... and he wanted to be more than friends... Then I'd lose him.

- Jake...

- Because I really want to kiss you right now.

His hand hovered above my head, fingers carefully rustling my hair, pushing some strands behind my ear and brushing my cheek. His eyes, half-lidded and gaze burning, were following every inch his digits traced on my skin. Carefully, Jake's thumb came caressing my lower lip, slowly, painfully so, admiring how soft it felt against his finger, parting it slightly from its twin. A ragged breath escaped from them, and his eyes found mine again, dying to get permission. Shyly, my shaky hand gripped his shirt, pulling it close. It was the only thing he needed to lose all control, and he swiftly straddled my hips, framing my head with his arms, before ghosting his lips over mine. My mind was foggy, and my brain couldn't understand anything anymore, all I knew was that I had waited for this for so long, I didn't want to waste any more time now. Arms snaking around Jake's neck, I closed the distance separating us, the soft and awaited contact causing us to sigh in unison. It felt so good, both inside and out. His plump lips captured mine with a mixture of longing and hunger, while my heart was about to burst from happinness. With confidence, I embraced him more, pulling him closer to me, biting his lip and admiring the way it made him gasp, feeling his shaky fingers hesitating to touch me, like he was under some kind of delirium tremens and I was the fantasy haunting his nights. It only made me want him more. Never once did he try to touch me in a way that I wasn't ready for yet, keeping it chaste, and I'll forever be thankful for that. It seemed like we both had silently agreed to take our time, but I couldn't concentrate on that right now. Not when Jake's tongue was licking my lips, taking my lower one between his teeth to playfully chew on it, making me pant, fingers lost in his long brown hair. There was a sense of urgence to this kiss, of need even, like he had been waiting for it for so long he couldn't refrain himself anymore. The mere thought of it made me hot. Eventually, we cooled down, and Jake stayed on top of me, leaning on his arms, covering my face with soft kisses, the sound of them resonating in the room. We looked at each other for a while, and I couldn't stop a bubbly giggle, making him chuckle too.

- Fuck... I had thought about this moment for so long, his raspy voice murmured.

- Me too.

- I always thought you liked Josh better.

So that was what it was about, all those past days... Josh upsetting Jake on purpose because he was jealous. What a brat, I couldn’t believe them, so silly.

- Dummy. I think I like you.

My voice was almost inaudible, barely a whisper. It made me blush, but now it was out, and it felt so good to get rid of this weight. Jake nuzzled my neck, taking in my scent, tickling me.

- You think ?

I could tell he was as embarrassed as me, and probably not as confident as he looked, because his cheeks were burning hot, and he wouldn't face me. Against my chest, the accelerated beating of his heart was so loud it seemed like it was communicating with mine.

- No, I said. I'm sure.

Slouching against me in a relieved manner, the boy let out a sigh that burned my skin, before shifting to comfortably rest his chin on my chest, facing me with a smile on his face.

- Good. Because I do too.

Even in the dark, I could see the way his cheeks were a darker shade of gray than the rest of his features. Jake liked me. A huge wave of joy went through my body, overcoming me with both delight and relief. There was no words I could put on this sensation. Suddenly, it was like every other problem in the world had faded away, and I finally understood Edith Piaf's La Vie En Rose. Being in his arms, lying against one another, skin against skin, everything finally made sense.

- Come here, I whispered.

We kissed again, playful and teasing, barely containing our excited giggles.

- Shut up !!

Sam's pillow came flying our way, quickly followed by Josh, Mandy, and Danny's.

- Fucking date already !

- So annoying, people are trying to sleep !

More cushions came crashing down on our bed, making us laugh for real this time, as Jake took them in his hands to fight back. Soon, shouting, laughter and feathers filled the room, as the sun was beginning to appear in the clear sky of February. And as we were all screaming and throwing pillows at each other, I couldn't help but smile, and exchange warm glances with Jake.

Yeah, with him by my side, everything's going to be just fine.

#gvf imagine #gvf fanfic #gvf fic #gvf x reader #jake kiszka x reader #jake kiszka #jake kiszka imagine #jake kiszka fic #Greta Van Fleet #greta van fleet imagine #greta van fleet fanfic #greta van fleet fic

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thelastspeecher · 4 years

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26. — protection for Stangie in the Superhero/villain AU.

26. Protection

I went with the Redux version of the Superhero/villain AU - the version where Stan finds out he’s a dad when Danny and Daisy are three. So here’s some sweet, sweet Stangie in that AU.

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Stan swiped to another photo onhis phone.

“Here’s Danny eating ice cream,”he said animatedly to Ford. Ford let outa weary sigh. “Hey, I listen to you talkabout science all the time, you can look at the pictures of my kids. My kids are way better than whatever bullshityou’re doing in your lab.” Afterreturning from another afternoon at Angie and Lute’s place, playing with hisdaughters, Stan was excitedly showing Ford pictures of what they had been upto. Ford kept glancing at his book, whichhe had set to the side when Stan started showing him pictures ten minutes ago.

“Fine,” Ford muttered, shooting anotherlonging look at his book. Stan swiped toanother picture.

“Angie took this one. Here’s Lute showing me how to put Daisy’s hairin those cute braids she loves.”

“Speaking of Angie…” Ford saidslowly. Stan hurriedly went to the nextpicture.

“Here’s Danny taking apart one ofher toys. She’s gonna be an engineer orsomethin’ when she’s all grown up, I can tell.”

“How are things going with Angie?”Ford asked. Stan grimaced. “Not well, I take it?”

“No, they’re- they’re goingreally well,” Stan said, putting his phone back in his pocket. “I’m getting to know her and she’s getting toknow me. She’s way outta my league.”

“Aren’t most of the people you’vebeen in a relationship with?” Ford mumbled. Stan punched his shoulder.

“Rude. Angie outclasses all of my exes, okay?”

“So you’re not planning onpursuing a romantic relationship with her, then?” Ford asked. Stan rubbed the back of his neck.

“I mean…I would like to, but itprobably- it probably wouldn’t be a good idea.”

“Why? Just because you’re worried she’s out of yourleague? The McGuckets don’t care aboutthat sort of thing.”

“It’s-”

“You already have two childrentogether. You have the beginnings of arelationship,” Ford added. Stan frownedat him.

“Why are you suddenly playingmatchmaker?” he asked suspiciously.

“I just think it would be amistake on your part to not at least take a shot at having a relationship withthe mother of your children.”

“Hmph.” Stan looked down. “…I’ll take your opinions into consideration,I guess.”

“Why are you so opposed topursuing her?” Ford prompted. Stangrimaced.

I don’t want to be in thisconversation anymore. There was achirp from his hero pager. Oh, thankgod. Stan quickly removed his pagerfrom his pocket.

“Gotta go. Big fight,” he said quickly, getting up fromthe couch without even looking at his pager. Ford rolled his eyes. “See youlater.”

“Goodbye, Stanley,” Ford said, eagerlygrabbing his book and opening it. “Gokick Sirocco’s ass.” Halfway out the door,Stan froze.

Shit. Please don’t tell me I’m gonna have to go upagainst Angie. He looked down at hispager. Goddammit.

—–

Stan shot another fireball atTsunami, who Angie had told him was actually her twin brother, Lute. Lute laughed.

“What’s wrong, Flamethrower? Feels like you’re holding back a bit.”

Yeah, I am. I don’t really wanna beat up my baby mama’stwin brother. Especially since he’s beennothing but nice to me. Well, except forright now.

“Gimme a break, man,” Stansaid. “I got some big news the otherday, okay? My life’s in upheaval.” Lute snickered.

“And yet you still feel up forgoing a few rounds with me and my sister. Sure. Nah. I think you’ve got a crush on me.” Lute grinned at Stan. “Hate to break it to you, but you’re not mytype.”

Not according to Angie.

“Ow!” At the large yelp of pain, both Lute and Stanlooked over. Stan had managed to avoidactively fighting Angie, but that meant the person currently combating her was Stan’sleast-favorite coworker, Bud. Somehow,Bud had managed to land a punch, sending Angie flying into a brick wall.

“You son of a bitch, get awayfrom my sister!” Lute shouted, abandoning his fight with Stan to intervenebetween Angie and Bud. Angie wascrumpled against the wall, holding her side. Stan’s breath caught in his throat.

She’s hurt. She might be hurt bad. But if I do anything while I’m in my mask,that might- In his peripheralvision, Stan saw movement. He looked upat the bricks above Angie. They werebeginning to crumble. Angie let outanother moan, not noticing what Stan had. Stan looked at Bud and Lute. Theywere both engaged in an intense duel, unlikely to notice much outside of theirfight. Fuck it. Stan flew over to Angie and picked her up inhis arms, just as bricks fell onto the spot Angie had just been sitting in. Stan landed behind a nearby dumpster and setAngie down. Angie glared at him.

“You could’ve blown everything!”she hissed.

“I couldn’t let you get hurt, Ang,”Stan snapped back. Angie huffed and rolled her eyes. “Don’t worry, thosetwo yahoos were too busy punching each other to see me rescue you.” Angie let out a soft laugh.

“Please call Lute a yahooin front of him.” Stan grinned ather. Angie winced again. “Oof.”

“You’re hurt.”

“I’ve been hurt worse.” Angie eyed him. “You’ve hurt me worse.”

“…Don’t remind me,” Stanmumbled. Angie frowned.

“Why not? You were just doing your job all those timesyou beat me up.”

“I don’t like thinking about howI punched someone I care about, okay?” Stan snapped. Angie blinked at him.

“You…care about me?” she askedquietly. Stan felt himself immediatelyflush.

“I mean, you- you’re- you’re mykids’ mom, so…” he stammered. Angiegrinned. She leaned close to him. Stan felt his face getting hotter by thesecond.

“No, I don’t think that’s it,”she teased. “I think you might becatching some feelings for the lady what birthed your daughters.”

“Just ‘cause I didn’t want you toget hit on the head by a buncha bricks, or I care that you might have a brokenrib, that means I’ve got a thing for you?”

“Hmm, no. But we have knocked boots twice, spent thelast couple weeks ‘round each other almost nonstop, and yer turnin’ redder ‘n aturnip,” Angie said cheekily. Stan startedto get up.

“Well, you’re clearly fine, so Ishould get back to punching your brother-” Angie abruptly grabbed Stan and pulled him close, planting a kiss on hislips. Stan sunk into the moment. When they pulled apart, he stared at Angie.

“Yer not the only one what caughtfeelin’s,” Angie whispered. Stan’sconfusion disappeared, replaced by a stroke of confidence. He grinned at her.

“Good.”

“Ow,” Angie hissed, bending oversuddenly. Stan stood and scooped herinto his arms.

“That’s it. I’m taking you to go see a doc.”

“I don’t think my villain clinicwould like a hero walkin’ through their door,” Angie whispered.

“Okay. I’ll take you to see a doc after I changeback into my civvies.” Stan paused as herealized something. “Uh, Lute won’t besuspicious about the two of us disappearing, will he?”

“If yer askin’ if he’ll think we’redoin’ it in a dirty alley again, no, he won’t. He doesn’t know about our flings.”

“Not what I meant, but that’sgood to know. I meant that he won’t comelooking for you.”

“I’ll just text him that I got outof there or somethin’,” Angie said with a shrug. She winced.

“Stop moving,” Stan said firmly.

“No.”

“Damn, you’re stubborn,” Stanmuttered. Angie grinned.

“Mm-hmm. Just like you.”

#I'm glad to finally finish this prompt up #I've been wanting to finish it for a while. love me some good Stangie content #(also shoutout to happy dad Stan and matchmaker Ford in this ficlet lol)#Superhero/villain AU #Stangie #Angie McGucket #Stanley Pines #Stanford Pines #Lute McGucket #my writing #ficlet #ask #vulpixen

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wolfpawn · 5 years

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I Hate You, I Love You, Chapter 13

Chapter Summary - Tom tries to call Danielle but reaches Paul. Then he breaks up with Taylor but is that as easy as it seems.

Previous Chapter

Rating - Mature (some chapters contain smut)

Triggers - references to Tom Hiddleston’s work with the #MeToo Movement. That chapter will be tagged accordingly.

authors Note - I have been working on this for the last 3 years, it is currently 180+ chapters long. This will be updated daily, so long as I can get time to do so, obviously.

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“Hello?” Tom was about to speak until he heard the man’s voice on the other side of the line. “Hello?”

“Is this Elle’s phone?”

“Yes, she’s just in the shower at the moment. Is it important, I can get her if it is?” The man offered.

“No, it’s not important, well it can wait.”

“I see.” The other man did not sound overly convinced. “Will I tell her who called?”

“Please.”

“Right, so perhaps a name would be a place to start.” The man chuckled.

“Is my number not in her phone anymore?”

“It’s Tom, Diana’s son?” the voice seemed to realise then who he was.

“Yes, it is.”

“With all due respect Mr Hiddleston, Danni needs time, she is grateful for your statement, but you know, she’s a lot more vulnerable than she admits to being. What you exposed her to, it has caused her to be very upset, the kind that is not instantly fixed.”

“I know, I just want to make it better.”

“Then perhaps wait for her to contact you. I will tell her you called, but please do not do so again without her permission, if she wants to talk to you, can she call this number?”

“Yes.” Tom’s voice became and defeated. “Yes, she can.”

“I promise, I’ll tell her when she comes out.”

“You’re the doctor.”

“Paul, my name is Paul.” Paul corrected.

“I…I’m sorry for my rudeness the last time we met, for interrupting your day.”

“Somehow I do not think it was your intention to do so.” There seemed to be understanding in the other man's tone. “One moment.”

“Who are you talking to?” Tom heard as a hand went over the mouthpiece, having just heard a female voice muffled in the background, he recognised it as Elle’s, followed by a response and a small noise that could be accused of being a door closing.

“Sorry, I told her it was you, but she just walked away again.” Paul apologised. “When she is ready, I’m sure she’ll want to talk again.”

“Thank you.”

“No problem, and thank you for trying to fix things.”

“It took me long enough.”

“As the saying goes, better late than never,” Paul commented. “Goodbye, Mr. Hiddleston.”

When Tom hung up the phone, he sighed. He wanted to apologise to Danielle, she had said that when he had righted things when he was the Tom she knew, she would talk with him again, but she had actively left the room when she knew it was him on the phone. He felt somewhat angry at her for that.

“So no instant fawning at your feet then? She’ll bide her time, make it seem real.” He turned to see Taylor taking her boots off behind him.

“I don’t want to hear it. She is with someone, he seems to know her enough to be in the adjoining room to where she is showering, so clearly they are serious, so whatever bullshit you keep trying to fill my head with can stop.”

Taylor studied him for a moment. “Wow,” she laughed. “You are so pathetic.”

“We’re done Taylor, I’m done.”

The smile fell from her face. “What?”

“This relationship is over, I am going home, to London, to my family and friends and I am going to pretend the last few months of humiliation and ridicule never happened and get on with my life.” He stated plainly.

“So you,” she pointed to him “are breaking up with me?” she pointed to herself; Tom nodded. “I did what you asked.”

“Because you lied about my friend.”

She looked at him and erupted in laughter causing Tom to frown. “Fine, shoo, off with you so.” She made an ushering motion with her hand. “I can have any guy I want, why would I want you and your receding hairline anyway?” That caused Tom to flinch slightly. His hairline was something he had tried to not let bother him, but as fans compared set pictures from the four Marvel films, Tom was forced to acknowledge the timeline of his hairline's receding. “The most pathetic thing about this is that she has someone else now, so you end up with no one.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I was wrong before,” Taylor admitted. “I thought the attraction was one way, but clearly, it’s not. I really should be more insulted, but when I think about it, she is short, plain and in serious need of a personal trainer, I am none of those things, and I never am going to be, so if that is what gets you hard, then clearly it is not my fault.” She shrugged.

“I…”

“Oh please, you are so blind.” She scoffed. “Did talking to her boyfriend, knowing she is probably only showering because they were at it get you annoyed? I mean, he could still have been sitting on the bed, naked after screwing her when he picked up her phone, telling you to get stuffed when he was stuffing her a few minutes before.”

Tom swallowed hard, the idea causing him to feel nauseous, had he not noticed before, when his mother mentioned Paul, and after seeing him in his mother’s house, he had become shorter tempered. Had Taylor actually figured out why? “You need to get yourself together Taylor and grow up.”

“You mean turn old before my time like you Tommy?” she gave him a disgusted look as she eyed him up and down. “No thanks.”

Grabbing his wallet, phone, and his bag, he walked out of the room, turning to look at Taylor one last time as he did. “I really did not think you were the person the tabloids wrote about.”

“I really thought you had a decent sized dick from your photo’s, guess we were both sorely disappointed.” She dismissed. “Don’t bother coming back to me when she doesn’t leave Doctor Low Standards for you straight away, even she seems to be grateful to not have to deal with you, he’s better looking, and he may actually still have hair in ten years, and I never take an ex back.” She started to play on her phone.

Even though it was Tom’s hotel suite, he checked out immediately, before getting into the nearest cab and requesting JFK airport. He rather a night waiting in a departure lounge than staying around Taylor any longer. Her words circled his mind a few times as he sat in the VIP section of the departure area, having paid extortionately to get back to London, via Berlin just to get in the air quicker. In truth, he realised the reason she never was seen again with her ex’s, was probably because they were usually avoiding her, grateful to get away. There was one thing that concerned him, however, her PR spin, she would use the whole debacle to spin her again as a victim, he was sure of it. Taking out his phone, he scrolled to Luke’s number immediately.

“Well, you did it, but she still made it about her, she’s good,” Luke commented, the sounds around him telling Tom he was in public.

“I ended it.”

“Thank you, Jesus.” Luke declared loudly.

“You’re not holy.”

“I might be after this. So, what was the reception?”

“Scoffing, not to mention a couple of dick and hairline blows.”

“Nice classy lady then.”

“Luke, why did I do it?” Tom rubbed his face in his hands.

“I think it had something to do with dicks and blowing as you just stated.”

“Really, jokes?”

“I can’t say, I never saw her as anything but a Siren, beautiful, but all she wants is your doom. Her next album will be interesting; ‘Why British Men Are All Pigs’ or something to that effect.”

“You don’t think she will write about this?”

Luke scoffed. “Tom, she writes about everyone that has even been accused of sticking their dicks in her, it is all she does. Find a victim, fuck him a few times, get her ass kicked to the nearest proverbial curb, and bitch about it for five songs straight. Except with you, she will have hideous humiliating pictures to boot.”

“Jesus.”

“Well I have Cathy, Tia, and Jonathon all keeping an eye on all online media sources, social media included, we are also going to have to run an explanation ourselves.”

“Nothing cruel.”

“Are you actually joking?”

“Nothing on her level.”

“Tom, I would need to get onto the planning authority and hire a fracking company to get to her level,” Luke argued. “She will run you through the dirt, you are aware of that.”

“We are not her, Luke.”

“And that is why she is worth a quarter billion, and you have, well, less than she pays in tax a year.”

“But every penny I earned with hard work.”

“I dunno, it seems to be an awful lot of work to piss off the amount of people she does, her level of dedication to her actions is commendable,” Luke commented.

“Luke?”

“I have something done, effectively you are not willing to let any too close, the exposure was too much and that you are not ready to dedicate as much time as a woman deserves to a relationship yet, meaning you want to wait until you are to get serious.” Luke rattled off.

“Makes me sound distant.”

“It does, in a way, but caring also, not wanting to tag someone along, no false promises,” Luke explained.

“And Danielle?”

“What about her, you did everything you could, and trust me, that is the closest you are going to get out of Swift.”

“Will she go for her again now?”

“Why should she?”

“She thinks I have a thing for Elle.”

“Oh well, this is going to get interesting.” Luke barked sarcastically. “I am going to go grey from you, Tom, I really am.”

#I Hate you I Love You #chapter 13 #tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston fic

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seanshumblehome · 5 years

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Randy Cunningham in:Three’s a crowd.

It was a cool Friday morning over the bustling city of Norrisville, and atop a sky scrapper stood the hero of Norrisville, The Ninja, Randy Cunningham. No matter how many times he had seen it before he could never get over the feeling he got when he looked out over the city.He smiled, leaned back, then leaped forward off of the sky scrapper, throwing his magical ninja scarf towards a antenna Randy swung over the morning traffic till his scarf released the antenna, flinging him towards the roof of a building.His landing was forceful enough to kick up a small amount of dust which thankfully his mask kept him from breathing.Rising to his feet in a sprint, Randy bolted towards the ledge of the building, leaping off it, Randy grabbed a flag pole and flung himself towards another rooftop.He continued, leaping and running across the rooftops of Norrisville as he made his way towards home.He had been out long enough and his mother was probably awake but she could still be asleep, and stay asleep for just long enough for Randy to cook breakfast for both of them.Soon he would be home now, and once he was, he would rest.

“Meanwhile.”

The sun’s morning rays shined through the cracks in the curtain as the occupants of the hotel slept peacefully in their beds.Until the piercing sound of the alarm clock rang out throughout the room causing the occupants to groan and stir from their sleep.Danny slammed a hand down on the alarm clock silencing the annoying blaring of the clock.Danny stood to his feet and after putting on his shoes, he kicked the side of Jake’s bed startling him from his sleep.

“Ah! I’m up, I’m up!” Jake blurted out as he shook off his morning stupor after shooting up to a sitting position.

Jake looked towards Danny, a scowl forming on his face as his blurred vision corrected itself, revealing the grin of suppressed laughter.

“What the hell was that for?” Jake barked in a groggy tone of voice as he got out of bed.

“Didn’t want you to miss breakfast.” Danny said as he pointed a thumb towards their hotel door.

Jake sighed, grabbed his clothes and shoes, then went to change in the bathroom while Danny waited patiently for him to finish.Soon the boy’s left their room and continued down the hallway.

“Why not just fly to the nearest diner, it would be way better then walking there?” Jake whispered as they reached the doors of the elevator.

“Because we don’t want to draw a lot of attention and a dragon flying around America’s largest city would defiantly bring eye’s on us.” Danny whispered back as he pressed the elevator call button.

“But wouldn’t it help if the Ninja know’s we’re here?” Jake whispered, confused by Danny’s logic.

“Yes, but it might cause the guy who kicked my ass to send people after us, and though I doubt we couldn’t take ‘em, I would rather not start a fight a day after we just got here.” Danny whispered back as the elevator reached their floor, the doors sliding open revealing it to be empty.

“Yeah, that’s a good point I guess, you said earlier that the armored dude took something from you, what was it?” Jake asked in a normal tone of voice after Danny pressed the lobby button on the elevator’s button panel.

“I don’t know, it was a glowing blue crystal and in a sorta glass cylinder, looked like some kind of battery.” Danny answered as the elevator descended.

“Hm, I think after breakfast I’ll call Fu and se-.”

Suddenly the elevator stopped, interrupting the boy’s.They watched as the elevators doors revealing two teenagers who couldn’t have been just a little older than Danny and Jake themselves.The teens didn’t seem to notice the elevator doors open nor did they see Danny and Jake, as the teen boy and girl where too busy fraternizing with each other to notice.Danny feigned a cough which snapped the teens out of their love induced trance, causing them to enter the elevator.The girl pressed the lobby button and the last few moments in the elevator where certainly tense, but upon reaching the bottom floor the two teens made for the receptionists desk, paid for their most likely passion filled night at the hotel, then left in a hurry.Danny and Jake chuckled as the paid for their night as the hotel, passing jokes back and forth about the two teens.Though in the back of Danny’s mind he couldn’t help but feel like he had seen that girl before. He shook it from his mind as his hunger was the most pressing thing on his mind at the moment.After catching a cab to a nearby diner Danny and Jake made their way inside, and approached the counter, soon they where met by a cashier.

“Hey boy’s what would you like?” The cashier asked.

“Yes I would like.”

“Mean while at the Cunningham residence.”

“Scrambled eggs with bacon and toast are done Mama!” Randy shouted up the stairs.

“Thank you son!” Mrs.Cunningham shouted back causing Randy to smile as he placed her plate on the table.

After grabbing his plate, Randy sat down on the couch and began to eat, after taking a bite of his food Randy picked up the t.v. remote and switched it on, then tuned it to a cartoon channel enjoying both his breakfast and entertainment. Suddenly their was a knock at his door, as he got up he prayed that it wasn’t Howard, as Randy had only cooked enough breakfast for him and his mother. When Randy opened the door, he was pleasantly surprised to see that it was Theresa, accompanied by Howard, but at least she was here.

“Morning Theresa, sup Howard, come on in.” Randy said as he stepped aside, allowing them to enter.

“Sup BBro, say whatcha cooking, smells great.” Howard said as he sat down on the living room couch.

“I only cooked enough for me and mom, if I had known you guy’s where coming I’d have made you some.” Randy said as he took off then folded the apron he was wearing.

“Didn’t you eat breakfast already?” Theresa asked with a raised eyebrow, folding her arms as she did so.

“Yes, but I always have second breakfast at Randy’s.” Howard said patting his stomach causing Theresa to roll her eye’s in aggravation.

“Don’t mean to sound rude but why are you guy’s here?” Randy asked as he sat back down.

“I came to make sure you to check-up on you make sure you where doing alright.” Theresa as she leaned against the wall, looking down towards the ground, her face a tad blush.

“And like I said, I came for second breakfast but it seems that ain’t happening.” “Howard said as he folded his arms in mild frustration.

“Well either way I’m glad you guys are here, and I guess I could cook some more eggs and bacon.” Randy said he sat up making his why towards the kitchen.

“Thanks Randy.” Theresa and Howard said simultaneously.

“Meanwhile at the diner.”

Danny and Jake sat in their chairs, leaned back, content after scarfing down their breakfast.Danny looked over at Jake, who was using one of his dragon claws to pick his teeth.

“Well that was pretty good, guess we should start searching right?” Jake asked he got out of his chair.

“Yeah we should, I’ll be, then we’ll be off.” Danny said as he got up reaching into his pocket.

After paying for their breakfast, Danny and Jake left to the diner, found somewhere private, then transformed, and flew out of the alley they had hid in. It would probably take a long time to find The Ninja, but they would find him, no matter what.

“Meanwhile at the Cunningham residence.”

Randy and Theresa sat on the living room couch watching some soppy love movie while Howard took his after-second breakfast nap, Mrs.Cunningham had left earlier to hang out with her girlfriends leaving the teens virtually alone. He hadn’t notice at first but eventually he realized that Theresa had laid her head on his shoulder, which caused him to blush slightly.Theresa smiled before she gently wrapped her arm around his and lovingly grasped his hand, which Randy easily noticed.He smiled and then gently squeezed her hand which caused her to giggle before squeezing it back.Randy glanced over at Howard, who was dead asleep despite a small puddle of drool that was forming on his chest.Randy glanced back at Theresa, “could this really be my chance?” He thought.

“Hey Theresa?” Randy whispered as silently as he could.

“Y-yeah?” Theresa whispered back, looking up at him.

“Um Howard’s gonna be asleep for awhile, and mom’s not gonna be back till the evening, would like to, you know, go out for awhile, just you and me?” Randy whispered back, blushing as he did so.

Theresa’s face turned a bright shade of red but she nodded, and as silently, and as carefully got up from the couch, then made their way to the Randy’s room, once there, Randy grabbed his wallet and phone, put on his ninja mask and opened his bedroom window, Theresa climbed on Randy’s back then he leaped through the window and the two then made their way towards the city.

“Meanwhile with Danny and Jake.”

The boy’s had been searching the city for an hour, and had found nothing. Though frustrating they where both determined to The Ninja, something had to happen that would draw him out in the open.Then they saw it, Danny and Jake. There in what looked like a park was what appeared to be a robotic squid firing green bolts of plasma at several swat vans that where taking a serious pounding from the plasma canons.Danny and Jake looked at each other and nodded.

“I’ll lead it out of sight, then you swoop in for the kill?” Danny said as he pointed towards the plasma blasting squid.

Jake nodded then flew off into a large gathering of tree’s that hid him, while Danny flew towards the plasma spewing squid.Danny landed behind a squad of swat officers, startling them.

“Who the hell are you?!” Barked a swat officer who had stomped over to Danny.

“Danny phantom, you guys take five while I kick this things metal ass.” Danny said as he patted the officers shoulder as he walked by the swat officers.

Danny fly towards the squid and fired a ghost blast at it’s dome that stunned the metal beast.

“Hey you big ugly sea spider, come and get me!” Danny shouted as he blasted the squid again.

The swat officers watched as Danny flew into the forest, with the plasma squid in close pursuit.

“Meanwhile with Randy.”

After landing in an empty ally and pulling off his ninja mask, Randy and Theresa entered the restaurant, Randy blushing proudly as Theresa wrapped her arm around his as they walked in.After getting their seats, they began talking about all sorts of things.Music and movies they liked, their favorite video games, they even talked about the crushes they had on each other despite their embarrassment.The teens paused their conversation and looked at each other, they smiled and blushed before averting their gazes from each other, with Theresa looking down to the floor, while Randy leaned back and looked towards the wall mounted television.When Theresa looked back at Randy she noticed that the nervous yet confident smile he wore moments earlier had turned to a sour look of disappointment and aggravation, this caused her to look at the tv, upon seeing what was being broadcasted live on the news, her expression changed to match his.Swat officers watching a white haired teen, probably a little older than Randy, firing green laser bolts at a squid the size of a house before flying into the woods, with said squid chasing him into the woods. She looked towards Randy who had his head in his hands.

“It’s fine Randy, if you need to go, that’s fine.” Theresa said with a slight sigh.

“Yeah, I’ll go handle this, then swing back for you, here’s my wallet so you can pay.” Randy said as he got up from his chair and tossed his wallet on to the table.

After exiting the restaurant Randy ran back into the ally, put on his ninja mask, then quickly began to make his way towards the park.

“Meanwhile with Danny and Jake.”

Danny flew through the woods dodging some trees or just blowing straight through others with a ghost ray or his ghost blades, while the squid smashed through trees as he chased him.After three long minutes of some of the most hectic flying he had preformed that week, Danny finally made it to a clearing which he hoped Jake was hiding near enough where he could see Danny and the squid fighting.Danny skidded across the ground as he landed in the clearing, the squid slid to a stop as well before it rearmed it’s plasma canons and began to fire at him.Danny took cover behind a rock and shouted for Jake to attack, but nothing happened, Danny sighed and began peaking out and looking at the plasma squid through it’s breaks in it’s plasma barrages as he tried to figure out a plan to bring that thing down, finally he decided.Danny Flew into the air and began blasting at the squid as he flew towards it, Danny then attempted to phase straight through the squid but he slammed against it’s metal and glass dome, this surprised Danny but not as much as it surprised him when the thing grabbed him, and lifted him to it’s face and put a plasma barreled tentacle in Danny’s face.Danny swallowed a lump in his throat as the plasma barrel glowed a bright hot glow as it charged a bolt.Suddenly, there was a loud clang followed by what sounded like sparking electricity, then the squids arm fell off, then the arm that was holding him fell off the squid and landed hard with Danny still in it’s grip, the squid seemed to enter evasive maneuvers as it wildly blasted into the forest.Again there was another loud clang, the squid stopped firing and just stood stock still, then the top of it’s head slid off, followed by the whole thing toppling over.Danny broke the grip on the disembodied robo-tentacle then stood up, looking a the squids body, he saw a black clad figure, with a red scarf waving gently in the slight breeze.The figure turned towards Danny pointing his blade towards him.

“Are you looking for a fight or a friend?” The Ninja asked.

“Friend, and I need to speak to you.” Danny said as he sat on one of the squids tentacles.

The Ninja sighed and muttered something under his breath before getting of the robot and approached Danny.

“Who are you and what do you want?” The Ninja asked, obviously aggravated.

Before Danny could answer he watched as The Ninja’s eye’s widened in shock, then rushed past him.He turned, heard a yelp, and saw his dragon companion with a sword pressed against his neck.

“Wow, hey hold on, he’s a friend.” Danny said as he got between Jake and The Ninja.

“Yes I’m with him, now please put that thing away.” Jake pleaded catching The Ninja off guard with his now apparent ability to speak.

The Ninja then slipped his sword back into his scarf, crossed his arm, then leaned back against a tree as Danny and Jake turned to face him.

“Alright, questions time, who are you guys and what are you doing in Norrisville?” The Ninja said in an aggravated tone, obviously not happy about any of what was happening.

“I’m Danny Phantom and this-” Danny was interrupted when Jake shoved Danny aside and loomed over The Ninja.

“I am the American Dragon, magical protector of the NYC yea heard, you’ve probably heard of me.” Jake said smugly befor getting shoved aside by Danny.

“Um... no I haven’t, I’ve never heard of both of you, now why are you here?” Randy said before asking again.

“Well where here to talk to you be-.” Danny was once again shoved out of the way and interrupted again by Jake.

“Because bad guys mess’in with bad mojo that could destroy the whole country yo, you know, the kind of thing we’ve all fought before.” Jake responded.

“But I believe that it’s much more worse than what I, or Jake, or even you have ever faced alone, which is why we are here.” Danny said as he shoved Jake out of the way.

“To make a team huh, well look I can’t talk about that here.” The Ninja said before cutting off a piece of his scarf and carving something into.

“Here, go to this address, I’ll meet you guys there soon, and if a ginger kid asks who you are just say you’re waiting for Cunningham.” Randy said as he handed the piece of cloth to Danny, before leaping off into the woods.

Danny and Jake both starred at the the address for a moment before turning to each other, somewhat confused.

“Uh do you know how to get there?” Jake asked pointing at the address.

“No... but gps does.” Danny said with a smile as he pulled out his phone.

“Meanwhile with Theresa.”

Theresa pocked and prodded at food in disappointment, she hoped that today would finally be the day she revealed her feelings for Randy, but it now seemed that wasn’t going to happen today.She sighed, but just as she was about to get up and pay, she saw Randy burst through the doors and run up to her table.

“I’m sorry but we need to get home.” Randy said as he put his hands on the table surprising Theresa.

“Oh okay, but why?” Theresa asked confused.

“I’ll explain as soon as we leave, I’m sorry I know this is really sudden but I don’t feel comfortable trying to deal with this without your help.” Randy said as he pulled an undetermined amount of money out of his wallet and slammed it on the table.

Theresa wanted to ask what he mean’t by that, but before she could open her mouth Randy grabbed her hand and before she knew it, they where at the door.Randy pulled Theresa into the ally, put on his ninja mask, Randy drop to a knee allowing Theresa to climb on to his back.Randy then began making his way home, explaining what had happened to him before he returned.

“Okay I get the whole wanting to talk to other hero’s thing, but why do you want me there, isn’t this more your field.” Theresa said as Randy leaped off a building.

“Because If you’re there you can help me if I say something stupid, plus when you’re with me I feel like I can talk normally and take things a little more seriously.” Randy said as they landed on the roof of a building.

Theresa smiled and blushed then tightened her grip on Randy, causing him to blush too.Soon they arrived at the Cunningham household, after landing in the backyard Randy pulled of his ninja mask as Theresa got off his back. Randy approached the sliding glass door with Theresa following close behind, upon opening the door they where both hit with the loud and sudden sound of uncontrollable laughter, followed by a voice.

“Hahaha! Stop, i’m going to pee myself.” Howard blurted as he fell to the floor.

Upon entering the house the three boys locked eye’s with Theresa Randy, the boys looking as though they where fighting back laughter.

“Uh you guys alright?” Randy said, after deciding to pipe up.

Theresa and Randy watched on in confusion as Howard, Jake, and Danny burst into laughter.Theresa and Randy looked at each other, still confused about what was going on.

“What’s so funny?” Theresa asked as she crossed her arms in aggravation causing the boy’s to quell their laughter.

“Ah we’re just extrapolating on what you guys where doing before we got here.” Danny said point towards Randy and Theresa.

Theresa and Randy’s faces turned red with embarrassment as they incoherently try to explain how they weren’t on a date while the boys giggled and laughed at them, taking jabs at them causing them to ramble on about how they totally weren't on a date.Once things calm down and Randy stopped yelling at Howard, Randy turned towards Danny and Jake.

“If you guys are done now, I’d like to know why exactly you guy’s want me to be on your team?” Randy asked as he leaned against the kitchen counter.

“Simple, we know no one else and we’re here in your stomping grounds, figured you’d be willing to help.” Danny said plainly as he looked towards Randy.

“So what do you say bro, you in or out?” Jake said as he propped his feet up on the coffee table.

Randy starred at the floor before turning towards Theresa, who leaned in close.

“What do you think?” Randy asked with a whisper.

“I think you should wait till your mom comes back before you go agreeing to anything.” Theresa answered back causing Randy to sigh.

“We could be waiting a while, she didn’t say when she would be back.” Randy said just as there was a knock on the door.

Upon entering Mrs.Cunningham was surprised to see the extra company that Randy had over.

“Oh am I just in time for the party.” Mrs.Cunningham joked as she placed her purse on the coffee table before shooing Jake’s feet off her coffee table.

“No, but you are just in time for me to ask you a question.” Randy said to his mother, causing an to raise an eyebrow in suspicion.

After a quick explanation from the three boy’s Mrs.Cunningham was silent for a moment before looking towards Randy.

“Randy, I’m not going to lie, this sounds dangerous and you boys are why over your heads with this, but if you really think this is the right thing to do, than I’ll let you go and handle this.” Mrs.Cunningham said with a somewhat somber tone.

“Guess that settles it then, I’ll join the team.” Randy said before Theresa grabbed his his shoulder.

“Hold on, you guy’s barely even have an idea of who you’re chasing and how you’re going to find them, shouldn’t you guys ask some people who might now something like the police or FBI?” Theresa said causing the boys to realize that they had barely anything to go on.

“Yeah, we might need to do some info gathering before we go doing anything rash.” Danny said as he stood up.

“Hey, Cunningham you seem to be forgetting that Fowler’s dad is a like an agent or something like that.” Howard before he continued crunch on his chips.

“Wait is he serious?” Jake asked dumbfounded.

“Yes, yes he is.” Theresa said as she pulled out her phone and gave it to Randy.

“Theresa you do know that it’ll take a moment to explain everything to him right?” Randy asked as he called Mr.Fowler.

“Oh please, he’s know since the first time you put on the mask, he told me after I found out” Theresa said nonchalantly.

“...What?”

“One hour later.”

Mr.Fowler gave them their lead, a weapons dealer by the name of Sam Cain was spotted near the docks, he had been seen dealing weapons to a suspected terrorist group day’s before Danny was attacked.After a few minutes the three boys arrived at the docks landing on a nearby rooftop overlooking a large warehouse.This was it, the teams first test, if they passed this, there would be hope for them yet, if not, then that would be it.The Ninja, the Dragon, the Phantom, all three looked at each other, they would need a plan if they wanted to get at Sam without causing a scene.It was decided, Randy would be on point as he knew the layout of the docks while Danny silently followed, invisible and ready to assist Randy in taking down anyone in their way, while Jake would follow from the rooftops ready to jump in if something goes wrong,The plan was accepted, Danny cloaked and followed Randy down to the ground while Jake leaped to the next roof, as Randy and Danny made their way through the winding maze of shipping containers until they saw to guards smoking and chatting, not really paying attention to their surroundings.Randy climbed onto the shipping container one guard was standing next to, Randy jumped and landed on the guard while Danny grabbed the other one, putting him in a sleeper hold, after knocking him out Danny approached Randy who had subdued his guard.

“Where’s Sam?” Danny asked in a commanding tone.

“Screw you, you ghostly looking bastard.” The guard spat back causing Danny to smirk.

“Ninja, would you please?” Danny asked gesturing towards the guard.

Suddenly a kunai pierced the concert next to the guards face startling him.He whimpered as Randy put the kunai to his throat.

“You better tell us where Sam is before I cut your throat open and dig around for the words inside your throat.” Randy menacingly whispered as he pressed the kunai to the guards throat.

“Um well I huh just so happen to know where he is, he’s in the big warehouse, doing a deal with some military dudes in white armor.” The guard said before Randy knocked him out with a punch to the back of the head.

The boys then continued, making their way towards the warehouse, upon arriving the boys realized that getting in the building would be quite difficult as it was heavily guarded.

“Danny, think you can scope it out, find a way in there for me.” Randy said causing Danny to nod as he floated towards the building.

A few moments of silent, nervous waiting went by, then they heard it.Gunshots, white armored guards began storming into the building, suddenly a van blew through the thin metal walls of the warehouse followed by Danny flying through the same hole.Danny bolted towards Randy and grabbed him by his arms.

“What’s going on?!” Randy frantically asked as he and Danny followed the van.

“Cain’s in the van, the deal went south!” Danny shouted.

“Where’s Jake?” Randy asked.

“He’s following but staying hidden is his primary concern.” Danny answered, causing Randy to think of something.

“Take me to Jake.” Randy commanded.

“Why?” Danny asked confused.

“Don’t ask, just do it!” Randy shouted, causing Danny to sigh.

Danny saw Jake flying high over head, he sped towards him tossing Randy towards him.

“Jake catch!” Danny shouted catching Jake’s attention.

Jake saw Randy and grabbed him, suddenly Randy swung onto Jake’s back surprising him, Randy, using his ninja scarf like the reins for a horse steered Jake towards the ground.

“Ah, Randy what the hell are you doing man?!” Jake asked confused.

“Getting are man that’s what!” Randy answered as he steered Jake straight towards the van.

As Jake flew towards the van he realized that there was no backing out now.Once close enough Jake grabbed the roof of the van and with a roar and a mighty heave, Jake flipped the van on to it’s side causing it to slide across the street and was only halted when it slammed into a fire hydrant. Jake landed on all fours embarrassed that Randy was pretty much riding horse.

“Randy this better not get me in trouble.” Jake angrily whispered.

“Just shut up, don’t say a word and follow my lead.” Randy whispered back as he waved to the crowd.

A crowd had formed ooing and awing at the ninja and his “pet dragon” which caused Jake to growl in anger.Danny landed next to Jake and patted him on his shoulder calming him slightly.

“We should go get Sam, would ripping open the roof make you feel any better?” Danny asked causing Jake to respond with only a grumble and a growl.

Jake approached the van, Danny and Randy followed close behind and watched as Jake’s claws effortlessly pierced through the roof of the van.Suddenly bullets began tearing through the roof next to Jake, Randy busted open the passenger side window and threw in a smoke bomb which silenced the gunfire but started up series of coughing and cursing from the occupants. Jake tore off the roof, resulting in Sam and his driver fell out.Danny knocked out the drive with swift punch while Randy subdued Sam.

“Ah hey what the hell man, what did I do to you?!” Sam asked as Randy tied his scarf around his hands.

“Sorry Sammy, just need to ask you some quick questions.” Randy jokingly said.

“Who where you selling the weapons too?” Danny commanded as he grabbed Sam by the collar of his shirt.

“I...I can’t tell you.” Sam whimpered.

“If you are afraid of being killed then you don’t have to worry about that as the police are gonna be here soon, now tell me who was your buyer?” Danny commanded once again.

“They... they’re a group, they’re called The sons of liberty.” Sam answered.

“What where they buying? as far as I know your small time Sam.” Randy asked.

“They wasn’t buying from me you asshat, they where selling.” Sam said before realizing that he might have said to much.

“What where you buying Sam?” Danny commanded.

“I was...I was buying...a nuke.” Sam said hanging his head in embarrassment

Shocked and angered Danny slammed Cain against the van with his hand firmly around his throat.

“Where did they get the nuke from, tell me?!” Danny shouted angrily.

“I don’t know, just that-.”

Suddenly with a wet pop, bullet struck Cain in the head causing it to explode in a shower off grey matter and skull fragments which splattered against Danny and Randy’s face.Danny cursed as he frantically tried to rub the blood out of his eye’s while Randy pulled him towards cover, but Jake stood there blank faced from shock at the sudden and violent death he had witnessed.He looked towards Randy and Danny, seeing Danny laying on his back rubbing his eyes while Randy did what he could to help.Jake approached them trying to look over Randy’s shoulder to see if Danny was hit as Randy wiped Danny’s face with his scarf.

“Is he okay?” Jake asked.

“Yeah he’s fine, just got blood all over his face.” Randy said casually helping Danny stand up.

“What about the sniper, we need to get them before they get away.” Danny said but before Danny could take off Randy grabbed his arm.

“In all fairness they’re probably gone by now and chasing them wouldn’t really do much, besides we’ve got a name now, so we should get back to my place, get cleaned up, and plan are next move.” Randy said calming Danny.

"I guess you're right, just wish Sam didn't get killed, we should go before someone catches on that Jake isn't much of a pet." Danny said with a sigh

"Moments later."

Jake just couldn't take his mind off what had happened. Seeing Cain get killed like that sickened him.Suddenly he felt a pat on his back which finally broke his concentration, he looked back to look at Randy.

"Hey dude you alright? You've been pretty quiet." Randy asked in a sincere tone.

"No I'm not alright, I'm pretty upset right now." Jake said in a sad tone.

"Let me guess, you've never seen someone die huh?" Randy asked.

"Yeah, if you don't mind me asking, have you ever killed anyone?" Jake asked curiously.

"Yeah I have." Randy answered sternly.

"Okay, do you ever get used to it." Jake asked.

"Depends on the person, as for me...no." Randy said, sending a chill down Jake's back.

They ended their conversation there as Randy's house came into view. The boys landed in the backyard, quickly reverting back to their civilian forms as to not arouse suspension from the Weinerman's, especially Heidi. The boys entered the Cunningham household and where immediately approached by Theresa, who was carrying a medical get, upon seeing the blood smeared on Danny's face she asked him if he need medical attention but after finding out the blood wasn't his she handed him a moist towel to clean his face.After getting cleaned up the boys called Mr.Fowler once again and after explaining the situation Mr.Fowler was shocked to hear that the son's of liberty where selling a nuke.Mr.Fowler told the boys that if they where serious about finding out what the son's of liberty are up to then they should go to California, as they recently have been spotted there.The boys thanked Mr.Fowler for his help, suddenly a siren began to sound over the phone causing Mr.Fowler to hang up before the boys even got a chance to say anything.It was decided then and there, it was time to get to work.

To Be Continued in:The Secret Trio in:The Sons of Liberty.

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Is Everything Okay? Ch. 17

Danny took a deep breath, pulling on the too long sleeves of his over-sized black hoodie. He could feel the strain on himself with the force he was putting onto his ghost power and core. But he didn't let up, instead he pushed more. He couldn't risk a slip up, the GIW will not know he is here. No one will and everything would be okay.

"You look great." Jess offered, tapping away at her phone. "If only Chris wasn't such a fat-ass." Jess shot him a wink before a Chris spoke up in protest.

"Hey! Those are old." The purple haired teen pouted, keeping his face straight even when a pillow hit the side of his face. Danny gave a small smile, looking around the room. His eyes landed on the clock with wide eyes. He needed to get going.

"It's been fifteen minute into the funeral." Danny tugged on the sleeves of the hoodie. "Has Tucker texted you yet?"

"Nope, Dash did tell me his parents are keeping him locked at home. Something about-" A chirp cut off his sentence. Immediately, Chris jumped to check his phone, a smile filled his features. His head jolted upwards, giving the other teen a grin. Relief and happiness clear on him. "Tucker says your mum chewed out all the agents that were in the area. It's clear for you."

"The power of a mama bear." Jess mused, taking a swing from a solid black plastic bottle. The moment the lid was opened, Danny's no crinkled at the smell that come out of it. At the sight of the stare Danny gave her, she turned the bottle towards him. "How rude of me, want some?"

"Seems like rubbing alcohol." Danny shook his head, rubbing at his nose. Jess eyebrows jolted upwards while Chris's face took on a curious look. Danny, however, didn't notice as he busied him self with his bag.

"You didn't tell me you had super senses!" Jess gawked, looking over at Danny then to the purple haired teen. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't even know!" Chris shook his head, before something dawned on him. "Wait, did you trust my sister cause you could hear her heartbeat?"

"No" Danny shook his head with a laugh, forgetting about what it was he was getting ready for. "It's not that strong. I can just pick things up better than other people." Danny shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

"Well boys." Jess cut in, wrapping her arms around the shoulders of both teens. "We got something to get too"

His heart pounded in his chest, he felt the tears pricking at the back of his eyes. He was an outsider looking into his own father's funeral. Danny tugged the hoodie further down his face, keeping at the tree line. He knew if someone noticed him he would look suspicious but with his mum out there, he couldn't risking getting caught.

"Hey" Danny jumped, looking over to find none other than Lancer. Fear filled him as he met eyes with his teacher. The small greeting smile the older man had slipped at the look on Daniel's face. "Gulliver's Travels Daniel! I'm not going to tell anyone your here. Quite frankly, it's a good thing your here. You shouldn't miss this."

"Thanks." Danny offered a small smile before turning back to look at this sister holding his crying mother. "Do you know if..."

"You're mother feels horrible." Lancer mused, keeping his eyes trained forward. "She had come to me about if I knew where to find you. I was certain Mr. Foley and company would have found you." He shot Danny a pointed look before looking forward again.

"Yea, it was by chance actually." Danny shrugged, he heard someone mention Lancer and glances around the area. "You should get back over there." Lancer paused for a moment, making a move to speak before giving a nod and walking off.

The sting of tears that Danny was able to ignore, in the presence of his teacher, came back stronger. His eyes stayed on the open casket, from his spot he couldn't see his dad... but the crowd was moving away from it, it could give him the opportunity to...

Before Daniel could stop himself he found himself already make is way towards the casket. A choked sound croaked at the back of his throat at the sight of his father laying in the coffin. A tear slide down his cheek, he couldn't believe how alive Jack looked. His face full of color, his face set in a peaceful slumber. His mind supplied that his dad would just wake up and all will go back to normal... but he knew it wasn't true.

His dad was dead because of something stupid he did, he wasn't going to come back. His mum was going to hate him, everyone knew all about him... things weren't going to ever go back to normal. Warm tears slide down his pale cheeks as he gripped his dad's hand... he was warm. Danny bit the inside of his cheek to stop any noises from escaping him.

He knew the reason Jack felt as warm as he was, was because Danny was an ice cube. Even with his core pushed down, he was still cold. The warm seeping from his father only seemed to taunt him more. He only fueled the part of him that kept yelling at him that his dad was alive and he was going to wake up. A shaking hand wiped at his eyes, the tears didn't stop however.

The guilt and shame weighed heavy on him, his body trembling from the overwhelming emotions. He couldn't believe when all this took a downward spiral. Was is when Vlad sent out the video? Was it when Spectra went to court? Was is when he called out Vlad? Was it when he lied to Lancer? Or was all this the endpoint of him becoming Phantom? All this time, was he putting his family at risk? He is the common-

"Danny?!" Danny jumped, turning to meet the gaze of his mum. Tears stained both their cheeks. Danny's heart clenched painfully at the look on her face... betrayal, regret, pain, guilt, love. "Danny baby, I'm so-"

"Freeze ghost scum!"

Fear flooded everyone's face, as a swarm of agents in white surrounded them. Realization dawned on him at the four agents dressed in black suits, the assholes hid agents. Anger shrouded through him, they were willing enough to invade his father's funeral. Something that was supposed to give everyone piece of mind. The loud beeping the filled the air caused the agents to raise their weapons, aiming it at the halfa. Ecto-energy buzzed through the air, rolling off of the emotional teen. A bright light enveloped the teen, once dissipating leaving behind none other then Phantom.

"I'm sorry" Danny choked out to the people around, all of them held bewildered looks. His voice filled with anger, shame, guilt, sadness, portraying everything he felt at that moment.

"Get on your knees, scum." One of the agents in black hissed, but Danny only stared at them. His eyes glowed an intense verdant, the tension in the room grew. His lips pulled into a tight line, the words that escaped his mum drowned out by him emotions. He moved to speak, but he didn't get the chance. A blast sounded, a ball of pink sphere made it's way to him.

Time seemed to slow, Danny's eyes widened as he felt the heat radiating as he got closer. He didn't have a chance to move. A scream sounded behind him, but he couldn't pull his eyes away from the gun. His eyes slid close, he knew he couldn't make it out of the way in time...

"Time Out!"

Danny gasped, the familiar feeling of the weight of the medallion falling onto his shoulders. His eyes focused on a familiar blue specter in a purple cloak. A laughable sense of disbelief filled him, a breathy laugh slid past his lips.

"I should have expected this from you, Stopwatch." Danny grumbled, moving from in front of the ball of pink. He flashed the ecto-ball a stink eye before turning to face the older ghost. "What are you-Wait is this because of..."

"Yes Daniel, do you have an answer?" Clockwork questioned, his postured stayed relax as he stayed in his middle aged form.

"What would happen?" Daniel asked, a sad look in his eyes as he took in the view around him. The agents surrounded everyone, his eyes hardened at the view of his friends being held back by agents. Chris, Dash, Tucker, and Jazz were all being held back by agents in white, Jazz held onto one of their shoulders, her legs frozen mid kick, tears stained her cheeks. "Would no one remember this?"

"It's up to you, Daniel." Clockwork turned, his eyes trained on the scene before him. "You could have your group, what do you like to call them 'Team Phantom', remember, or no one. I give you free reign here."

Danny took a deep breath, running a hand through his stark white hair. He kept his eyes trained on the people who mattered. Chris. Dash. Tucker. Jazz. Jess. Lancer. Maddie. He couldn't let all of them remember this. Go through all this. He, honestly, didn't want to remember any of this. The feeling of his dad, the court trial, when his mum hated him. But he knew he had too. He need to prevent all of this.

"Okay... Yea." Danny sighed, turning to look at the specter, who had a small smile on his lips. "But here's how we're doing this."

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Wildfire Records: Breaking America - Chapter Nine

Word count: 1859 Warnings: angstttttt Soundtrack: Bury A Friend - Billie Elish Press play when you see the *

*The shred of hope Victoria had been holding onto dropped with her stomach as she looked back over at the embrace, Josh’s arms still around Jess’s petite frame as they moved from one foot to the other. It would have been cute if this wasn’t a girl he had been with before, and although Victoria wasn’t a jealous person, the way that Jess was looking at her boyfriend was making her want to cry.

“Why did they break up?” She muttered, Andy and Danny looking from the situation to the redhead and between themselves awkwardly.

“We came to England and she didn’t want to do long distance. They broke up about 3 months before we flew out.” It was clear that both men didn’t want to say anything that was going to show Josh or their relationship in a bad light, but with each new revelation Victoria felt the trust that she had in Josh slip further and further away. She hadn’t asked him about his ex’s because she hadn’t cared, but such a long relationship ending so soon before they started seeing each other should have been something that he brought up.

“He’s over her.” Danny spoke, seeming keen to reassure his friend with the volume, “they’re just… Jess hung out with us for a while before they were together. We went to school together and stuff…”

“Fantastic.” She swallowed thickly, grabbing her drink from where she had rested it on an amp and downing the thing in one. “Drinks?”

By the time Victoria had returned with a tray full of drinks, Jessica had already bought them another. Juliet’s eyes moved between the blonde and the red headed girls, deliberately taking the drink from Victoria and sipping it first. The redhead wanted to smile at the show of solidarity, but she was having trouble focusing on anything but the way Jessica’s hand rested on her boyfriend's arm. They were so animated together, her perfect Californian accent washing over words as she explained that she had decided to do a masters degree at university in Seattle, and as she looked around at her friends Victoria couldn’t help but feel bleak.

They all seemed to like her so much, seemed to respect everything she was saying and laugh at the personal jokes she was dropping into the conversation. Even Juliet was finding her charming, and as she stood between Josh and Andy she couldn’t help but feel small. Josh’s hand found her own after she had set her glass back down on the table for the third time, whiskey pumping hard through her veins as she struggled with a level of jealousy that she had never experienced before.

“You’re doing so well, I’m so proud of you Joshy…” the blonde girl spoke, her hand running along his arm as she looked from where his fingers entwined with Victoria’s up to the girl herself.

“And I hear that you are to thank. Valerie was it?” Victoria’s eyes narrowed at the deliberate attempt to undermine her, and any sense of the possibility of them being friends immediately dissipated.

“Victoria.” She spoke, Josh's hand pulsing against hers as her abrasive tone ran through him. The redhead's eyes darted to her boyfriends, and she clenched her jaw as she used picking up her glass as an excuse to let go of his hand.

“Right, Victoria.” Jessica nodded, her hand moving further around Josh's arm at the curve behind his elbow, a smile plastered on her lips which made the redhead's skin crawl. “You’re running the label which has made my boys so successful!”

Her tone, her choice of words and the glint of pleasure in her eyes was enough to rile Victoria up even more, and she wished more than anything that Josh had left marks on her neck when they had made love the previous evening.

“Juliet and I started wildfire when we heard them play, yeah. They’ve been doing incredibly well but we just put them in front of people.” Victoria sipped a glass which was mainly ice and smiled softly as she felt Danny’s soft nudge.

“You’ve done more than that, you’re both brilliant.” He spoke, and she smiled at him and Juliet before Jessica began to talk again.

“You must be brilliant, I was trying to get them out to people when they were over here and it just didn’t work. I suppose that might have something to do with America being so much bigger though” the undercut almost made Victoria laugh it was so brazen, and she nodded with false sincerity.

“Yeah, I suppose you need a good footing before you start selling out shows like they have on this tour. Helps if you have people who are actually experienced do it too.” Victoria chuckled bitterly and Jessica did the same, and when the blonde left with Andy to go and get more drinks, Victoria did everything she could not to pull herself further away from Josh.

“Are you okay baby?” The blonde boy spoke, his hands wrapping around her waist softly, obviously totally oblivious to what was happening. He was much more sensitive to flirting when they had been starting out, or at least it had seemed that way. Instead of causing a rift, Victoria went the opposite way, pressing forward toward her boyfriend as his arms held her close. Her nose ran softly against his as she let her eyes flutter closed, and she kissed him softly before she rested her forehead against his.

“Mhmm…” she spoke in response, nodding and biting her lip as his hands moved to grip her ass. “I’ll be better when we can get back to the bus though…”

“Can you guys please go somewhere else in the bus next time?” Andy spoke, placing a whiskey and coke in front of both her and Josh and the redheaded girl couldn’t help but chuckle, both at Andy’s words and the look on Jess’s face.

“Anywhere on the bus is gonna be loud…” Victoria grinned and Andy’s eyes flickered over her features, his mind darting to just how loud she had been when she had been him. He wasn’t oblivious to how Jess was acting with Josh, and how Josh was barely batting off the attention, and he was ashamed to say that he had let his mind wander to Victoria falling into his arms once more. He swallowed thickly as Josh ran his nose softly against his girlfriends and Victoria giggled.

“Andy I’m sure that you’ll be able to get your revenge…” Josh’s eyes darted around at the crowd, the girls who were obviously watching them and a particular one who had walked past in her short dress and eyed Andy at least three times.

“I’m sure I will…” Andy smirked, his eyes darting from the girl to his friend and he knew that he needed to shake off the cobwebs, be with someone else now that he was clean. He would never let anyone know, but he didn’t really know how to go about this without the drugs. He was glad to not be reliant on them anymore, but he did miss the confidence that coke forced over his every move. It felt like he didn’t really have to try, that the cocaine took over when he most needed to and he could take a step back and watch everything happen the way he wanted it to. Now that he didn’t have that, it was hard to even know where to start.

Victoria sipped her drink as she watched Jess take up her place next to Josh again, and just when Victoria was about to make moves to pull Josh away from the situation, he spoke.

“So what are you doing tomorrow night?” He asked excitedly, eyes darting to the way her hand sat on his arm once more and although he felt uncomfortable with Victoria standing right there, he also didn’t want to be rude.

“Tomorrow?” Jess pulled out her phone, her hand running absentmindedly up and down Josh’s arm and Victoria watched with an expression that obviously screamed get the fuck off as Juliet shifted to stand next to her friend, her hand on the small of Victoria’s back a reminder that she had her back. “Nothing, why?”

“You should totally come to our show in Olympia!” Josh spoke excitedly, and Victoria clenched her glass, “We have a spare bunk on the bus, you can just jump on there. It's only like an hour away right?”

“Two hours,” Victoria corrected him, her brow furrowing as she continued to fight with the jealousy that she was so unused to. The only time she had felt like this was when she had seen Andy and Lizzie in the green room and she had slapped Andy in the face then.

Josh’s brow furrowed at the tone once more, and he nodded, “Right, two hours. Just jump on the bus and we’ll give you a lift there. You can even come to the show in Portland after if you want ‘cause that’s only a few hours away, right?”

Victoria felt her insides twist at the thought of this girl being around for half of the tour. Would Josh continue to invite her until she was there the whole time? He obviously wanted to spend time with her, was obviously excited that she was around, and even though she had faith that their relationship was strong enough for this she couldn’t help but be worried.

“Sure, I mean.. I’ll bring my car so that I can drive back though.” She smiled at Josh, and the look between them made Victoria so uncomfortable that she stepped back, finishing her drink in one gulp.

“I’ll see you back on the bus..” She muttered, kissing Josh’s cheek and squeezing Juliet's hand as her friend gripped it.

Alone, she climbed into her bunk and sat with her back to the wall as she tried her best to swallow the jealousy that was running through every inch of her, wishing that Josh had at least told her that he and Jess had had such a long relationship. It was clear that she wasn’t over him, that they still had feelings for each other. Perhaps she had assumed that when he came home they would get back together, and if their relationship had ended purely because she had not wanted to do long distance Victoria couldn’t blame her.

She curled up in her bed and tried to force intrusive thoughts from her mind, tried to remember his arms wrapped around her as they had been the previous evening, how much love had been in his eyes as he held her. Instead, she dreamed of the situation as she feared it was. She was just a distraction while they were in England, and the future she had thought she had with Josh was just a dream that would never manifest.

He had never wanted her for that long, had never wanted her for anything but a rebound while he was in another country, and her heart broke as she dreamt of him making love to Jess in the venue that she had left.

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Tyrus Week, Day One (Crush): Girls/Girls/Boys And Whatever More You Like

please read the whole thing, this is more about establishing TJ as a character and human being than just your average tyrus fluff since this is the part one of seven works set on the same timeline

Shit shit shit, fuck, fuck, shit TJ thought as he ran through the halls of Jefferson middle as if he had an angry mob behind him. His head filled with worry for all the suicide drills the coach was surely making his teammates run thanks to his lateness, he then groaned thinking about the complains he was to hear in the locker room after the practice, he felt like a shit of a captain, and all of that together will buffy leaving the team thanks to him.

Arriving at the gym, already wearing his basketball uniform, the boy quickly marched to the coach and his assistant, both looking at the team running back and front in the court.

“Ah, kippen,” the coach said not even looking to Tj before he kept talking “you see, I thought you wanted to keep being team captain, but your actions don’t really show it… damned moment Slayer went away”.

Tj’s face contracted a little, but he swallowed his rude answer, Cyrus was trying to make him act a little better, instead, he only stood in front of the two men and pleaded “I'm so so sorry coach. My uncle was involved in a minor car accident and I got so worried I ran home without thinking and forgot about the practice. I'm so sorry,” tj gestured his hands to the court, were his teammates still ran those suicide laps please don’t take it out on them, they are not the one to blame, I am.”

The coach looked thoughtful before loudly blowing the whistle around his neck, the noise immediately stopping on their tracks and looking at the man. “alright boys, I'm sorry for making you run those laps, Kippen explained to me that he got a family emergency and couldn’t warn any of us” some of the boys groaned “anyways, you all can get your little revenge by separating into two teams and giving your best so that our game next Friday will be an absolute win, best team today doesn’t have to make three more laps after the game.” he blew the whistle again.

As Tj was turning to the court he added “seems like your actions do show you’re captain material,” the older man smirked a little “I'm gonna miss you next year, kippen. You’re one of the good ones.”Tj smiled widely and ran to the court, ready to play

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“YO KIPPEN!” Jack, one of the older boys o the team screamed after all of the boys had already taken their showers, screamed, attracting to himself the attention of the whole team “What really got you late, ay? Was it a girl?” after Tj’s silent answer ( his middle finger held at the other boy’s direction) he kept going “I betcha it was that redhead chick from science class that always asks you for help…”

“Uhhhhhhhhh” a collective chorus was heard throughout the locker room, followed by the laughs of most of his mates.

“No, I betcha twas that blond chick from 7th grade, girl has a crush on him for months” another one chimed in, opening a cue to others to give their opinions too.

“Does she have a big chunk of tities?!”

“Nah, look at him, he's an ass man if I’ve ever seen one!”

“Guys, guys,” Tj tried to calm down the other players “I'm not dating anyone, stop that. And what does my personal life matters to you all so much?” he attempted to divert the conversation.

“Ohh yall see that? No chick puts him on a leash, he’s messing around with more than one girl. Leave some for us too.”

“YO Kippen is a playah!!” another boy joked.“Could you guys just shut up?!” the scream was heard all throughout the room, the whole team turned to see the origin of it.

Daniel Johnson, their most recent point guard since Slayer went away, was ready to explode. Hands held back by his sides in fists, back straight as a broomstick, head hung low and whole body shaking. He looked nothing like the friendly outgoing tall black kid most people knew him for.

“What’s the problem Dano?” one of the boys asked him

“The problem is that I'm tired,” Johnson stated in a firm voice, loud enough for the whole silent room to hear “I'm tired of this, not just the objectification of girls, but this whole shit.” he was looking at them in the eyes now “my problem is that everyone just assumes other peoples sexuality.” Daniel’s hands were pressed against his temples for a second “MY PROBLEM IS THAT EVERYONE IS STRAIGHT UNTIL PROVEN NOT THANKS TO THIS BULLSHIT HETERONORMATIVITY!” the boy breathed deeply in the astonished silence of his team companions “I mean,” he tried to recover a little bit of control over his emotions “we only see him around slayers best friend, other than the team and his cousin”. The team kept silence for a little while before Tj broke it

“Johnson,” tj called him with the gentlest tone he could muster, a hand lightly resting on the shaking boy’s shoulder, he was almost as tall as Tj, but at that moment he looked smaller than all of them, as if he was trying to disappear from there all together “not to say everything you just said is not truth, I mean, you sure got a point on that, but,”

Tj hesitated a little, seeing the boy’s eyes fill with tears of fear, he stole a quick look at his teammates, almost all of them as worried for the boy as him. “ but, do you have something you want to tell us? If you do, I think most of us will be here for you, and if you don’t, if you're not ready to talk about it that’s alright, we’re just gonna forget it all happened and move on…”

“You think is that easy?!” his voice broke, hand smacking Tj’s own out of his shoulder “Fuck you! You have no idea what is like to be me. Is already hard enough to be a black kid in America this days, and to be a GAY black kid?” his entire body was shaking with the impact of his own words “my parents go to church every Sunday, they say people like me are abominations, and you want to tell me that everything is gonna be okay?!”

At this moment Daniel started to really cry, and in the middle of his sobs, his legs gave out a little. Tj and two other players took him to the nearest bench and sat him down, another one brought out a water bottle for the panicking boy.

“Daniel, Danny boy” Justin, one of Daniel's closest friends inside the team squatted at Daniel’s feet and held both of his hands in an attempt to make eye contact his voice was as soft as silk as he talked with the other boy. “take real deep breaths and repeat with me Danny boy, one, twenty-two, six, eight, one thousand and nine, zero…”

Daniel repeated out loud the out of order numbers for a couple of minutes, Justin seemed to have some kind of practice at this, cause his voice never altered itself, nor did he stopped coaching Daniel’s actions until he was sure the boy was not going to have a panic attack again for the time being.

“dude” one of the boys that were farthest from the whole issue started with a disgusted voice “don’t be too close, he may give you the gays. Or he may try to fondle you !”

Before any of the other boys could do anything, Tj had grabbed the boy – Kyle Jones – by the front of his shirt and was holding him against the wall, fist prepared to hit its target and his own furious face inches apart from the younger boy frightened one.

“what did you say, you piece of sh…”

“that’s enough kippen!” the coach's voice was heard behind Tj, the blond boy hesitantly let go of the younger kid, but still didn’t fall back, face still menacingly close to the lanky boy, that was almost pissing himself of fear“ As much as I’d love to let you smash his face inside out, I can't bear to lose two players on the same day”

And with that, Tj stepped back and looked at the older man, a smirk on his face that paired with the one on the wrinkled face before him. “but, but” Jones stammered in indignation “no buts, you little homophobic devil.” the coach said, voice sharp. He grabbed the kid by the ear and pulled him in front of him, facing the whole team he stated

“This is no place for prejudicial people. if you want to act like that you’re out of the team, for good! Now move, we’re gonna have a long talk with the principal and your parents, you'll be lucky if you get out with just a suspension, and right before your finals.” Both man and child walked out of the locker room.

“By the way, congrats miller, you’re not on the bench anymore”

After all that chaos, Tj and a few other boys from the team went out with Justin and Daniel to grab some food and talk a little. Tj had just got back home from The Spoon (his cousin discount was very useful at times) when he started thinking about Daniel's words, about how people really judged one another as straight until proven wrong.

Tj was glad for his mom and dad being at work (mom was a pediatrician and dad an architect and both worked late on Fridays to be able to spend most of the weekend focused on Tj ) otherwise he would have to explain to them why the sudden the sudden hunger strike even after arriving from a restaurant as he mindlessly opened the fridge and took out enough food to feed three people.

Thank the universe he practiced basketball frequently or he would be most certainly morbidly obese right now. As he stuffed his face with delicious food, the blond player started to recall his own crushes since he was little:

The first he could remember was Megan Cruz, a girl from his fourth-grade class that always wore pink and had blonde pigtails Tj earned to pull from the first day he saw her, and the first lesson tj learned about crushes on his life came just after he gave in to his childish desires and pulled said pigtails: be nice to your crush, otherwise they won't like you back.

The next one was a crush Tj didn’t even consider a crush until now, his fifth-grade classmate and almost best friend Freddie Wilson, a redhead freckled boy that always carried around a small camera to take pictures of things he found nice. Thinking now, Tj probably confused his feelings for friendship and never acted on them, happy to only be by the lanky boy’s side day by day, that is, until the boy’s father got a job at another state and they had to move away.

The following crush was on another girl, or Tj thought it was at first since Riley dressed in purple and wore skirts, that’s what girls did, right? And that was Tj’s first encounter with non-binary people, Riley didn’t like to be called a boy or a girl, they used both “boy” and “girl” clothes and had “boy” and “girl” toys. Tj attributed his crush to the androgynous appearance of Riley, however, the crush didn’t fade after discovering Riley was not a boy or a girl, it only vanished after the end of his sixth grade.

The last one of his crushes was Chloe Summers, a girl he met on a basketball summer camp at the beginning of seventh grade and his first and only relationship so far, she’s one year older than him but really shorter and smiled all the time. They dated for almost half a year after the eight-week camp and are to this time long-distance friends since she lived in LA and him in Shadyside. They both decided to be better of as friends after she started crushing on her best friend, Jordan, a relationship Tj fully supported and even got to know him on one of their monthly Skype sessions.

So that was it, two girls, one boy, and a non-binary person were all of TJ’s crushes till the present moment. What did it mean? He asked himself. That was the moment he realized he’s done eating his food since there was nothing more to eat without having to cook something from scratch. He was glad Friday was pizza day at his house…

Tj spent most of the night browsing on the internet in search for answers to his questions, but it wasn’t until Saturday morning he found his answer: he identified the most with the term pansexual. A person attracted to people not limited to biological sex, gender or gender identity, Google described what he pretty much felt.

He also got a little more interested on human rights and representation on the media, so much that he ended up discovering some celebrities that recently came out as pansexual, such as Janelle Monáe, Sia, and Brendon Urie, and got really into the Marvel character Deadpool, who also identifies as pansexual. Even though he had such examples, he knew most people wouldn’t know what pansexuality was (he himself didn’t know until hours before) since the majority of the population didn’t even believe bisexuality to be valid.

Johnson sure was right about heteronormativity societies. He was debating with himself what to do, should he come out now, he wasn’t afraid of people like Jones, but he sure was terrified of rejection from his parents and friends now that he didn’t just have dyscalculia, but also was not straight.

At least I don’t have a crush to worry about on top of all of that he thought to himself, but at that moment his phone beamed with a notification sound, he had a new message from Cyrus, and audio nonetheless. Tj pressed play to find out what his best friend could possibly want that early on a Saturday afternoon.

“Tj, sorry to bother you, but I just now got time to answer the question you sent yesterday about me going to the game…” Cyrus' voice sounded on TJs room, he sounded as if he was restraining himself from apologizing for hours. Tj felt his stomach sink in his belly at the thought of Cyrus not going to his last game on Jefferson middle.

“…and even though andi thinks I shouldn’t go after how you acted with Buffy, I’d be delighted to watch you play for our school for the last time.” there was a giggle at the younger boy’s voice that made Tj smile “so, see you at school on Monday? I know how your parents like to spend time with you whenever they can, so I'm not gonna bother you anymore for the time being” and that’s the end of the voice message.

Cyrus is going to my game Tj thought as he felt the small smile already present on his face widen into one that could only be described as a dumb smile, his palms were sweaty and his stomach now felt like it was full of those damn butterflies of the movies amber made him watch when they were little.

Remembering all the moments he shared with Cyrus up until now, he came to the conclusion that wasn’t the first time he felt like that at the presence, or mere mention of the boy. That cute dorky beautiful boy he would do anything to protect from the world around them, especially if it meant he’d have the chance to cradle his smaller, more delicate body into his arms, smell his amazing lavender and pine scent and maybe kiss those big oh so kissable lips and…

Fuck, not now, not this. He cursed himself inside his head. Not only had he realized his sexuality, he also realized his most recent crush, the only boy he sure would never have a chance with, even if he was not straight (what Tj was only 40% sure he wasn’t, thanks to his abundant talk about iris, his last girlfriend and how he would probably ruin any other relationship he’d have in the far future by embarrassing himself in front of them just like he did in front of the older girl whenever the subject of relationships came along) thanks to him being too friendly and straight up bullying said boy’s best friend.

Ughhh! I put myself into the friendzone and ended up with every chance I could have thanks to what I did to Slayer, I AM retarded after all. He damned himself for not realizing his feelings before when he maybe got a chance. He just hoped this would be a small, irrelevant crush that he could get over in no time, if not, he was sure it was going to hurt, but he would keep being Cyrus’ friend above all.

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