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crackedoutwalnut · 3 years

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uhh could I request a wanda x reader doing something really reckless (like stealing the car for a 3 am drive) and Carol and Nat (who are like their mother figures - and also are in a relationship) scolding them for it!!

ps: I don't know if scolding is even a word but I guess you know what I mean hahahah

a/n: I am absolutely in love with this prompt and I had a lot of fun writing it :) hope you enjoy!

Warnings: none just some cursing and some underage drinking.

Word Count: 2,680

It was around 3:30 in the morning when you felt someone nudge your shoulder. Groaning, you pulled your blanket further over your head.

"Leave me alone," you grumbled under your breath.

It was only when a strand of red magic surrounded the edge of the blanket and jerked it off your body, did you awaken. You gasped at the sudden assault of cold air and shot up. Wanda stood over you in a Black Sabbath hoodie and ripped jeans with a far too pleased smirk on her face.

"What the hell, Wanda?" You hissed, rubbing your bleary eyes.

"Put some clothes on; I want to show you something."

"The sun isn't rising for another 2 hours, Wan. I want to go back to bed," you complained, grasping for the blanket once more.

Wanda pulled the blanket fully off your shared bed and looked at you pleadingly, "Come on, please? I promise it will be worth it," her eyes were wide as she looked at you hopefully. At this time of night- or morning, you supposed - her accent was thicker than it would be during the day. You cursed your weak resolve and slunk out of bed.

"Fine, but I'm stealing one of your hoodies," you grumbled.

She chuckled, "You are already hoarding at least half of them," she pointed out as you stepped out of your pajama pants. You rolled your eyes playfully and pulled on black yoga pants and an Iron Maiden sweatshirt you had been keeping on your side of the closet for at least a month now. Wanda gasped and slapped your arm lightly, "I have been looking for that everywhere, Y/n. I thought I lost it!"

"Your hoodies are comfier," you reasoned with a shrug. "Anyways, how are we supposed to get past mother hen one and two?" You gestured towards the direction of Natasha and Carol's room.

Wanda pondered this for a moment, "Just be fast and quiet, you go out and wait in the car, and I will grab the drinks."

You raised an eyebrow, "Natasha's a world-class assassin, and Carol wakes up whenever Nat does; this won't work. Also, we're going to drink at 3 in the morning?"

Wanda huffed, "It will be fine. You worry too much, Y/n. Plus, when have we ever drank irresponsibly?"

Narrowing your eyes, you stuffed your hands in your pockets, "Do you really want me to answer that."

Wanda pushed you towards the door, "Go outside and wait in the car." You snickered and carefully opened the bedroom door, wincing when the hinges squealed slightly. It wasn't a matter of not being caught as much as it was a matter of being long gone before Natasha and Carol decided to go after them. Regardless of how sneaky they thought they were being, Natasha- if not both her and Carol - was bound to hear them. Ever so carefully, you wedged the front door open and slipped through it.

You had moved in with Carol, Nat, and Wanda a year into your relationship with her. Having graduated college with a nearly nonexistent relationship with your parents, you needed a place to live. Your girlfriend and the women who practically made sure you didn't starve throughout college seemed like the most reasonable choice. You had met Wanda on campus, and it had taken three weeks of being her friend until you realized she was an Avenger. Shortly after that, Wanda introduced you to the rest of her team. At first, your only interaction with the married couple was them giving you the "shovel talk" when Wanda first introduced you as her girlfriend. However, after working with them as a hacker for SHIELD, they quickly took you under their wing as well.

Smiling slightly at the memory, you opened the passenger door to Natasha's black Corvette Stingray. It took all of three minutes for Wanda to come running out the door, a bottle of apple cinnamon whiskey in hand. She threw the door open and shoved the bottle into your hand before pushing the key into the ignition and gunning it down the street. Your eyes bugged as your fumbled to get your seatbelt fastened. You clutched at your chest as the two of you went 45 in a neighborhood.

"Wanda, what the fuck!" you yelped, gripping the neck of the whiskey bottle tightly.

"I'm sorry, I heard their door open, and I panicked!" She cried, grasping blindly for her seatbelt. The two of you slowed down slightly as you gained distance from the house.

"They're totally going to notice the whiskey's gone, Wan. We're both 19; we can't legally drink yet!"

"Relax, Y/n they won't notice one drink is missing out of a whole cabinet filled with alcohol," Wanda reasoned, turning onto a gravel road.

You raised an eyebrow at your girlfriend, "How many times do I have to point out that Nat is the world's top assassin and Carol was trained by both the US military and the Kree?"

"I promise it will be worth it," Wanda insisted, grabbing your hand from across the middle console. You sighed and leaned down to kiss the top of her hand.

"You're lucky I love you."

Wanda grinned and shot a wink at you, "I know." With that, she pulled off the dirt road and into the middle of a grassy clearing. You unbuckled your seatbelt and reached down to grab the whiskey, which had rolled under the seat during your escape out of the neighborhood. Wanda stepped out of the car and went around the back to grab a large black and red checkered blanket. You followed her as she smoothed out the blanket atop the grass and pointed up at the sky. A small gasp escaped your lips as you saw streaks of light blaze across the sky.

"I didn't know there was going to be a meteor shower tonight," you whispered, eyes never leaving the sky. Wanda grinned and unscrewed the bottle. She took a hearty drink from it and passed it over to you.

"I was hoping to surprise you," she explained, laying down on the blanket.

You followed suit and took a large drink of your own. "Why did we need alcohol for this, exactly?"

The corner of Wanda's lips quirked upward as she turned her head to look at you. "Make it a bit more...colorful, I suppose. I considered whether edibles would be better, but Nat and Carol would definitely skin us alive when they found out about that."

You giggled; the apple cinnamon whiskey had settled in your stomach, warming your body against the early morning breeze. Your head felt fuzzier as you leaned over to place a kiss on Wanda's cheek. "This is perfect, Wan. Thank you." Wanda placed a cinnamon-flavored kiss on the corner of your mouth. "How much do you want to bet Wanda and Carol are waiting by the door for us right now?"

Your girlfriend let out a drunken laugh and set the now half-empty bottle aside. "10 dollars that they left the house to find us."

"You're on." The two of you dissolved into hysterical giggles that lasted so long your stomach started to cramp. The blazes of white-hot light lit up the sky as your vision turned blissfully hazy. Clumsily, you crawled towards Wanda and placed your head atop her stomach. "Mmm, you're warm," you hummed, a goofy smile cracking through your lips. The witch placed her hands against the side of your head and started stroking them through the locks of your hair.

Just as your eyes started to slip shut at the attention, your felt her hands halt. "Y/n?" You let out a quiet 'mhm' in response. "How're we gonna get home?" Her voice was slurred and thick with her Sokovian accent.

Your eyes snapped open, and you shot up. "Shit, we can walk, maybe?" Wanda gave you a blank look in response as she gestured to the expanse of nothingness around you. You sighed, "We have to call Carol and Nat."

Wanda groaned and covered her face with her hands. Her chipped black nails scrubbed at her eyes and cheeks, leaving red lines all over her face. "Do we have to?"

"Well, we can't drive Wanda, and by the time we're sober enough, it'll be nearly 7:30!"

"They're going to kill us," she complained, burying her face in her hoodie. "Just get it over with."

You fished your phone from your pant pocket and hesitantly pressed Natasha's contact. The phone barely got through with its first ring before the older woman picked up.

"Where the hell did you two go?" her raspy voice was nearly brimming with anger. You almost dropped your phone at the venom lacing her words.

" 'M sorry, 'Tasha," you winced at the heavy slur in your words before continuing. "We thought it'd be fun."

You heard someone grab the phone, "Are you two drunk?" Carol demanded.

"No..." you trailed off pathetically. Wanda glared at you and lightly kicked your foot.

"Y/n try to say Natasha's full name, right now," you straightened slightly at Carol's military voice.

"N'tasha 'Manoff," your tongue felt too big for your mouth as you attempted to form the words. "...Okay, maybe a little bit."

"Where are you? We're coming to get you," Nat insisted. You heard footsteps from the other end of the line and someone pulling the hallway closet open.

"Wan, where are we?" you asked, glancing around the fields of overgrown grass and wheat.

Wanda winced and bit the tip of her finger, "Uhhh.."

"You don't know?" Natasha and Carol shouted. Wanda pursed her lips and looked down at her lap.

"I didn't have a specific route planned out beforehand," she admitted.

"Turn the location tracker in your phone settings on," Natasha ordered.

"Yes, ma'am," you both grumbled in unison, feeling akin to a scolded child.

"When we get there, you two better hope you have a better excuse than the ones we heard over the phone," Carol warned.

"You took my Corvette?" Natasha complained.

"It was either that or Carol's truck, and Wanda isn't used to driving stick yet," you insisted. "Her car's still in the shop from last month." A speeding car had rear-ended Wanda's car on the highway.

We will talk about this when we get there, do not touch the Corvette any more than you already have," with that, Natasha hung up.

"Well, apple cinnamon whiskey isn't a terrible last meal," you reasoned as Wanda folded the blanket and set it in the backseat.

"Y/n, we haven't eaten since dinner time. Whiskey is hardly a meal," Wanda grumbled, shutting the door.

"Babe, I'm trying to be optimistic."

"Captain Marvel and Black Widow are on their way to kick our asses into the moon," Wanda replied, leaning back against the Corvette. You sighed and rested your head against her shoulder. "Sorry this night was a bust," she mumbled, eyes staring down at her boots dejectedly.

You smiled and leaned in to press your lips against hers. Wrapping an arm around her waist, you pulled away and rested your forehead against hers. "This is one of the most romantic things anyone has ever done for me, Wanda. Thank you." Wanda grinned sheepishly and buried her face in your shoulder.

A few dreadful minutes later, you saw the headlights of Carol's truck speed down the gravel road. The truck lurched to a stop as the two superheroes jumped out of the car.

"Are you two alright?" Natasha demanded, half-running to the two of you.

"We're fine, I can protect myself, and Y/n was with me the whole time," Wanda reasoned. "We went out to watch a meteor shower, not go clubbing.

"I can protect myself just fine," you whined.

Carol raised an eyebrow, "Your hands were built for hacking and reading, not punching." You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms over your chest. Wanda offered you a sympathetic smile but did not say anything to counter the older woman's claim. Rude.

"Wanda, get in the Corvette, Y/n get your ass in the truck," Natasha ordered. She was wearing a black leather jacket over her red silk pajama set. Carol was in basketball shorts and a tank top with a brown leather bomber jacket pulled over it. You quickly shuffled over to the truck and slid in.

Your foot nervously tapped against the floor of the car as you watched Carol grab the nearly empty bottle of whiskey and made her way over to the truck. Shutting the door, she set the bottle of whiskey on the open seat between you two and turned the keys in the ignition. As the pickup truck rumbled to life, she turned to face you. "Kid, you two nearly downed that bottle in a single night. What were you thinking?" You burrowed further into Wanda's sweatshirt as if to protect from her stern gaze.

"You're really mad at us, huh?" you mumbled, fidgeting with your hands.

Carol sighed and followed behind Natasha down the road, "You scared the shit out of us, kid. We didn't know where you had gone, why you left, plus it's nearly pitch black out here."

"But, we're adults just like you and Nat," you insisted weakly.

"You're still teenagers; we're in our 30's. Millions of things could have gone wrong; some creep could have taken you before Wanda could get to you, you could have crashed had you chosen to drive home, your phones could have died, or you could have gotten lost."

You shrunk further into your sweater, "Sorry..."

Carol sighed and looked over at you as she turned into the neighborhood. "Listen, kid. We really care about you two a lot. Nat and I have to resist the urge to duct tape you to the kitchen chairs to keep you two from leaving for missions. We know you can take care of yourselves, but a heads up in the future would be nice, and also more reasonable hours for your plans."

You grinned sheepishly, "Yeah, that seems fair."

Carol smiled and pulled into the driveway. Natasha and Wanda were waiting on the doorstep when you two got out. The latter looked thoroughly chastised as she burrowed her mouth and nose into her hoodie. When the four of you got inside, Natasha sighed and checked the clock on her phone.

"Well, we might as well watch a movie or something since it's nearly sunrise." You and Wanda settled on the couch, with Natasha to your left and Carol to Wanda's right acting as bookends. The assassin wrapped an arm around your shoulder, allowing you to rest your head in the crook of her neck. You saw Wanda lay her head in Carol's lap as the older woman pulled up Netflix. Natasha was idly threading her fingers through your hair, causing your already drunk and lethargic mind to grow hazier. Your eyes started to slip shut as you felt yourself being guided to lay your head in Nat's lap. You jerked slightly, attempting to fight the drowsiness from taking hold. Forcing your eyes open, you tried to sit up. However, the battle for consciousness was quickly lost when Nat started using her nails to gently massage your scalp.

"Carol," the assassin whispered to her wife. The blonde stopped her search for a good movie as she glanced over at Natasha.

"What is-" her question was quickly cut off by her wife quietly shushing her. Nat gestured down to the younger women currently lying in each of their laps. Carol glanced down to find Wanda's face hidden against the sleeve of her hoodie as she let out soft snores.

"Well, guess the movie idea's a bust," she whispered.

Natasha nodded, "You grab Wan, and I'll get Y/n."

Carefully, the heroes scooped the younger women into their arms and carried them to your shared bedroom. Natasha gently set you onto the bed beside your girlfriend and pulled the blanket- which was lying on the floor for whatever reason - to cover the two of you. Ever so cautiously, the couple crept out of the room.

#carolnat #carol danvers x reader #Natasha romanoff x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #Captain Marvel x reader #black widow x reader #captain marvel #carol danvers #natasha romanoff #black widow #wanda maximoff #avengers x reader #avengers fic #reader insert #prompt fill

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sekceesimps · 3 years

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HxH Domestic Fluff Headcannons

these are just some cute and fluffy (kinda spicy?) head cannons for Feitan, Hisoka, and Chrollo with a fem!reader

a/n please send in requests and feedback. I love doing head cannons and really want to improve my writing for y’all,

sincerely Coffee

Chrollo Lucilfer

- Chrollo would have never thought that he’d settle down with someone. In truth, he’s still surprised that he did. It’s not that he doesn’t love you, he would kill for you, but he’s surprised that you managed to stick with him for this long

- This sexy man loves you so much

- he's never really felt this strongly about anyone in his whole life. He’d usually just fuck someone to get what he needs and then get the hell out of there. Honestly, he didn’t think he needed anyone being the busy leader that he is

- With you he feels so many more unfamiliar and strong emotions. He knew a few months into being in a relationship that he wanted to marry you, he was very sure about you being the one.

- However, this level of love only comes due to how much trust he has in you. At the beginning of your relationship it was dishonest for him. He had a mask, but that didn’t protect him from the eventual feelings he developed. It took him a bit of time to drop his guard, but once that happens he’s all yours.

- He doesn’t admit it, but he loves it when you call him your husband. Having a ring on your finger makes him feel more secure that you truly belong to him too. that possessive mf

- you’d have the be very patient and accepting of him and his line of work. He still goes about his spider business, even after marriage, although he tries to make it less obvious now, for your own peace of mind.

- He enjoys coming home to you cooking a beautiful meal and waiting for him on the couch. No one in his life has ever put as much thought and effort into things for him as you do.

- Will still spoil you. Your gaze lingering on that bracelet in the store too long? it’s already wrapped up and on the bed for you.

- If he thinks he pissed you off even a little bit, he’ll try to give you something as an apology. You don’t really care, preferring to just be with him.

- morning kisses! You’ll often find yourself waking up to him kissing you on your forehead, neck, and cheeks. He loves seeing you blush and act shy when he does this

- these morning kisses will have a 50/50 chance of leading to more. it’s usually lazy and sensual, but it’s what both of you need before heading off to the shower together and then taking care of the day’s events.

- He loves cuddling so much, it’s insane. He might act like he’d be the big spoon, but that’s just not happening. You’ll be watching a movie together at night and he’ll be making himself comfortable with his back against your chest. In truth, Chrollo loves being held by you

- Don’t get me wrong, he’s still going to be topping you like 80% of the time, but he really loves just taking in your warmth and the comfort you give him. Coming from Meteor City, he’s never felt as safe as when you’re holding him.

- Likes burying his face into your hair and just inhaling your scent. It’s so intoxicating for him.

- Sometimes when you two are sitting in bed he’ll read to you or let you read over his shoulder. You two would probably be reading the same literature and talking about it as a nice calm activity together.

- He’s never really considered a family before, but after marriage he’d go into a slight baby fever. he 100% has a breeding kink

- He saw you holding a family member’s young child once and something in him definitely changed. You don’t mind though. One kid would definitely not be enough for him.

- Overall, a married Chrollo continues to pamper you and will always see you as his whole world. The amount of trust and love he has for you will only grow through the years.

Hisoka Morow

- Honestly, Hisoka isn’t settling down with anyone seriously anytime soon, but for the right person he would perhaps put in some effort in his own way

- that being said, if he does ever get into a serious relationship he’d be like a house cat.

- you’ll be doing chores around the house and he’d come behind you for attention until you stop doing the dishes and cuddle with him

- With Hisoka, he’s either always giving you affection or will be ignoring you. There is truly no in between

- don’t go seeking attention and kisses. If you initiate he’ll be mildly annoyed and won’t indulge you. He is a massive tease and will start initiating affection at the worst times

- you’re busy with work? Too bad. He’s horny and wants to take you on the desk right now. trying to fold the clothes from the dryer? you better do it with his arms wrapped around your waist and him breathing down your neck.

- His method of affection will be neck kisses and hands wrapped around your waist. He’s not too into holding hands or cuddling.

- He has a weird obsession with calling you sickly sweet pet names until you get annoyed. he definitely won’t stop even if you get pissed off by it

- dates with him are also truly something else. He’s pretty clueless about what normal couples do. Some dates can be sweet, with him taking you to an expensive dinner or a romantic walk around town. Other times they be weird, with him taking you to a random abandoned lot and making out with you for an hour.

- Hisoka is incredibly possessive in public. He’ll be clutching onto you if anyone starts looking and flirting with you. you are HIS and it pisses him off that someone doesn’t realize this.

- which is exactly why he likes the idea of marrying you. He can make it official that you belong to him. PDA will increase so much after you get married.

- He also leaves way more hickies on your neck. He loves to make sure people know that you are his.

- When you two are getting ready in the mornings he’ll teach you how to apply makeup. Always gets the best stuff for you, he steals it sometimes, but he pretends he doesn’t know. Seriously though, he’s great with hair styling and tries to teach you all his tricks.

- This sexy clown will be a shitty gift giver. He forgets some important dates, but makes up for it with hastily bought presents. also eats you out as an apology

- He’s pretty stubborn, so when you get into real arguments don’t expect him to beg for you back. He’s going to be pouty and ignore you. All you have to do though is ignore him back and eventually he gets frustrated enough to pin you against something and fuck you right there.

- He refuses to have kids. That’s just not his style. He’d rather you and him had an easy to maintain pet that doesn’t require much work

- If you do end up getting pregnant, he’ll be displeased and most likely won’t alter any of his actions. He warms up to the idea later on, but initially it’s pretty rough getting him on board the idea of a family

- Hisoka is a strange lover to be married to, but he does love and care for you in his own ways.

Feitan Portor

- Don’t expect many words from him. If you want to hear “I Love You” and other words of comfort, it would be incredibly rare and only ever when he’s really tired and not quite in control of his demeanor.

- He would only want to settle down with you if you were self reliant. He’s not always going to be there so you need to take care of yourself

- You would probably also be a Spider or some form of assassin/hunter. He needs to be able to know that you can take down enemies when he’s not with you. You being able to beat down enemies turns him on so much.

- Feitan also probably sees marriage as an unnecessary formality. You’d probably be dating for a while, so why do you need a piece of paper telling you how much you love each other? If you wanted it though, he wouldn’t protest too much.

- He’s not COMPLETELY devoid of emotions though. He still loves you very much. His form of affection comes from small changes in his body language and the little things he does

- He will remember important dates and occasionally give a word of praise on those days. This lack of affection is definitely not because he doesn’t love you, but rather because he just does not know what to do when it comes to romance

- His form of romance also comes in more romantic sex. We all know that Feitan is a kinky mf, but after being with you for so long, he mellows out a bit. He worships your body however you want as his main form of reassurance

- Sometimes with urging from the rest of the Troupe he tries to bring you things you’d enjoy. Will get you some form of matching clothing or maybe a practical knife.

- He actually gets you a cat on your birthday. He’ll act like he didn’t plan it, but he knew you wanted to take care of something while he was gone. Pretends he hates the cat, but they’re really similar and get along well.

- Due to his background and upbringing, trusting and physical contact is foreign and unnatural to him. It would take a lot of time together and loving nights for him to finally let you cuddle and have him kiss you often

- After you two break that barrier he can’t stop holding your hand, touching your waist, giving you forehead kisses. he is so touch starved, give him love

- Will probably never seriously consider children. In your lines of work it would be too dangerous with not much of a benefit. That being said though, if you do end up getting pregnant he won’t protest too hard

- The kid will end up growing on him though. He definitely doesn’t want more though, one is more than enough for him. Will secretly find it adorable when his son or daughter calls him dad. He will teach your kid how to torture and interrogate someone in 10 minutes.

- He loves the family you two have and wouldn’t trade it for the world. Be patient with him and he would take a bullet for you

part 2??

#feitan x read #feitan #hisoka #hisoka x reader #chrollo #chrollo x reader #hunter x hunter #hxh #fluff #domestic fluff #headcanon

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wewillbehappyagain · 3 years

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reasons why mal is good and has always cared for alina

- stayed by alina’s side when they were small, best friends who helped each other

- fell in love with, or at the very least got a crush on her when they were younger, but felt bad about it because she was supposed to be his best friend, so he got with other girls which is totally fine

- saved her from getting run over by the darkling

- tried to protect her the first time on the fold

- lied directly to the darling’s face bc his words to alina had been private

- felt bad about not trying to get her to stay when the literal darkling took her away

- thought alina had forgotten about him

- missed her every day and constantly looked for her to tell her about things he saw or just to hear her voice

- volunteered to find the stag and go to fjerda even though it meant almost certain death and his best friends got killed and he only blamed himself

- deserted without a second thought to find alina even though he had it really good as a tracker and fit it, and deserting meant certain death if he got caught

- found alina bc he will always find her

- apologized for what he said to her at the winter fete

- found the stag for her, then couldn’t kill her when the darkling found them

- was so brave when he was about to be executed

- left ravka with her

- found rusalye for her

- stayed at the little palace even though he was SO miserable. he lived with the rumors, the questions, the degrading words, being treated badly

- did kiss zoya but alina (who almost kissed nikolai) and his communication was horrible. he didn’t want to kiss her bc she flinched when he tried

- apologized for that and was forgiven. alina even said that she had asked something of mal that she hadn’t been willing to give him

- rescued and threw himself in front of her again and again and again

- tried to kill people so she wouldn’t have to bc he knew it would haunt her even though it already haunted him

- when they knew (thought) it couldn’t be them, he tried to distance himself from her, and only asked that nikolai made himself worthy of her

- wanted to show her the meteor shower and was so disappointed when he saw her with nikolai

- treated misha amazingly and helped him through trauma

- when alina got mad at him and said some hurtful stuff he only joked about her sour moods and the time she put goose shit in his shoes

- as a child he promised ana kuya that he would marry alina and he did just that!!! icon

- promised to only better himself and realized that wanting and deserving wasn’t the same thing

- mal and alina will always turn to each other first when they see something wonderful

- mal is the only person alina has loved, and the only one who has loved her

- sacrificed his life for her

- wasn’t happy about alina losing her powers

- lost his own

- told alina that it was okay that she grieved the loss of her powers even when others had lost their lives

- alina always wanted to go back and have a quiet life with mal, and she got just that

- they had an ordinary life, full of ordinary things — if love can ever be called that.

#malina #malyen oretsev #my post #it’s stan malyen oretsev time

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roswelldetails · 4 years

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RNM 2x06 - Sex and Candy

EPISODE SUMMARY:

Maria’s (Heather Hemmens) investigation into her mother’s disappearance leads her and Alex (Tyler Blackburn) to the home of a mysterious boot maker named Travis (guest star David Anders). Meanwhile, on her journey of self-discovery, Isobel’s (Lily Cowles) night out leads her into the arms of someone unexpected. Finally, after making some major scientific strides, Liz (Jeanine Mason) is dealt a devastating blow. Geoff Shotz directed the episode written by Rick Montano & Vincent Ingrao (#206). Original airdate 4/20/2020.

DETAILS:

Max and Isobel's fight:

Lights start flickering when Max starts getting aggressive and then get brighter as he gets more worked up.

The first attempt to expel it seemed like he was causing an earthquake. He blew out all the windows in the gym, knocked Isobel down, and there was shaking. But it didn't seem to go beyond that room - no damage is seen when Michael arrives or around town.

Note, after the earthquake thingie the lights go out

His hands are doing the electric power thingie and THEN he also grabs the lightning.

I think Isobel used her telekinesis to stop it and then push it away, which seemed to work...but if so then why couldn't Noah do that last season?

Was it the sheer volume of electricity? There was definitely MORE than with Noah.

Michael uses his telekinesis to manually reset Max's heart. This is very smart of him. Note that he's using his own heart/pulse to get it right.

They are using the antidote to Liz's serum to try to heal Max's mind.

Michael says that they've been giving him antidote injections for three days (time jump).

Three days of antidote and no new memories for Max.

Isobel remembered her blackouts within a few hours of getting injected with the antidote in 1x10.

Note: Liz hesitated using the antidote this way in 1x10 because Isobel could still be dangerous and they didn't know about the 4th Alien yet. There doesn't seem to be a similar hesitation with Max. Because Liz trusts him more? Because him forgetting her is more personal? It's not like there isn't a chance that Max is still dangerous…

Maria arranged a Mexican market in the Pony parking lot to subsidize her income.

Buffy the Beagle is Forrest's dog!

Maria comments that the meteor shower makes animals act strange. And humans too.

Forrest and Maria are organizing an open night mic at the Wild Pony. Free drinks for performers.

Maria clearly approves of Forrest and Alex getting to know each other. She smacks Alex for his awkward flirting.

The bootmaker's farm is about an hour outside of town.

The Science:

Kyle and Steph are watching a "surgical separation of craniopagus twins".

Craniopagus Twins = twins attached at the cranium/head. (Aka not a heart surgery).

"Did you know, ever since 1947, twin births in Roswell are higher than the national average? Maybe it's aliens."

Speaking of awkward flirting…. "You're just my favorite person I can't stand."

The Spanish:

Le cambio una bolsa de chiles para mi papá...for the free fries next time you come to the Crashdown.

Liz is bartering. She says basically, I'll trade you a bag of chiles for my papa for free fries next time you come to the Crashdown.

Note, the captions for this are wrong and use the Spanish word for grasshoppers instead, but you can clearly hear Liz say chiles. Thanks to @rosaortecho for pointing that out to me.

Max says:

I'm trying to eat clean. Uh, tiene carne seca sin como se dice, preservativos.

He's trying to say, basically, does the jerky have preservatives.

Quiere carne a sin preservativos?

Basically, you want meat without condoms?

Lo siento. Uh, no lo entiendo.

I'm sorry, I don't get it.

Él quiere decir conservantes.

He means preservatives.

Gracias. Estoy embarazado.

Thank you. I'm pregnant.

Michael asks Max who he's texting. Max says everyone has been messaging him but Cameron is the only one who hasn't responded, which isn't like her.

Wildly curious who he was texting though. It's not like he's a social butterfly. His mom? The sheriff? Who? As I pointed out to some friends the other day, he spent his 21st birthday getting trashed with his SISTER. This is not a trait of a guy with lots of close friends.

Just as another note, Michael says he ghosted her. When exactly was that? Yes, Max ran out on her in the middle of a handy in 1x03, but they addressed that the next day. She "broke up" with him in 1x07, but they were still good right up until she left town.

Isobel:

"Does he seem different to you?"

Alex and Maria playing "Never have I Ever" in the car. Good way to do background on characters.

Maria has never cheated on a boyfriend

Alex has never been in a real relationship. Not even "Kellie Sommer-something".

Alex says that whenever he was with a woman he was trying to disappear. Except for Sophomore year after Battle of the Bands. Seven Minutes in Heaven in Haley Moore's hall closet. Alex and Maria kissed and it was Maria's first kiss (and boob graze). She always thought she'd marry Alex. Had to come up with a new plan after he came out.

Alex says "I did too."

"Kissing you in that closet was the first time in my life that I enjoyed touching someone."

Max picks up Liz for their first date…

Just as a note, Save Tonight was the opening song in the pilot of OG Roswell. During the "oh, Max Evans is staring at you again." exchange between Liz and Maria. So, it might go well with new beginnings or something ;-)

The Science:

"Psychogenic amnesia limits retrieval of stored memories, but if we light up your limbic system and gustatory cortex with some familiar signals…"

"Your milkshake might bring all my memories to the yard?"

**Note, second reference to this song in the context of Liz bringing Max milkshakes. First was in 1x06 by Isobel. Hmm. 1x06 and 2x06… maybe they should crack this joke in 3x06 too.

"Sometimes when people wake up from comas they have different personalities, different tastes even…"

Everything you ever wanted to know about psychogenic amnesia:

But, my main takeaway is that it's a specific type of amnesia where there's abnormal memory function but no brain damage or other clear cause of it.

Limbic system:

Basically the part of your brain that stores emotion, behavior, and long term memory.

Gustatory cortex:

Basically the part of your brain that processes taste.

Maria compares Michael to Chad because he starts fights and lies. Alex disagrees and lists ways that he was doing good things:

He lied to protect his family from Alex's family.

He shouldered the burden of a murder he didn't commit for ten years so that Isobel didn't have to.

He pushed Maria away to protect her - which might be a good thing too because of all his baggage.

First Date:

Max went to Ranch camp one summer and dislocated his shoulder while trying to read Lord of the Rings on horseback. #nerd.

Liz references the gala as not their first date, but there was also the desert in high school. I guess she doesn't count that either.

Side note: Cam and Liz talked about him peacocking in 2x03, but that kinda felt out of character at the time to the Max we knew. This Max DOES seem like he's peacocking a bit. Got dressed up, taking Liz horseback riding. He admitted to trying to one up whatever they did together before. Just an interesting (to me) observation.

Liz looks panicky when Max suggests truth serum (because Science!Liz probably could make truth serum), but once she realizes he means whiskey she's like, "oh yes, that's fine." Oh Liz…

Diego details:

They were engaged just last year

Liz left without saying goodbye

Bioengineer

They were working together on the Denver study

They would come home and keep talking about work

He had ideas to help improve it

They both spoke The Science

He pushed her to get better at The Science

When the funding was cut she realized she loved the work more than him

Liz couldn't figure out how tell him that so she packed her things in the middle of the night, hit the road, changed her phone, and blocked him on Facebook.

**This is the first time LIZ has mentioned social media. Interesting given the crap Maria keeps giving her about it!

Travis and fresh warm milk. What is up with it??

"Nice ring. Does it keep you from burning up in the daylight?"

David Anders introduces himself as Travis.

Just as a point of interest, Maria researched enough to find the bootmaker, figure out where he lives, but she didn't get his name???

Vampire Diaries/Originals reference.

Travis says he can't help with car stuff.

The milk was from a cow named Jennifer. He milked her for the last time today. (Creepy).

Weird contradictory statements from Travis:

"You're the best thing I've seen in a long time."....

"Mm, I'm sorry. So many customers and all their ugly faces get all sewn up and stitched together in my mind."

"Yeah, that's the woman that bought them boots. While back. Nice lady. She paid cash."

Second reference to animals behaving strangely during a meteor shower:

"Meteor shower's got my girls singing a bit off key tonight. Jennifer, she likes a good lullaby."

"Okay this guy is going to turn us into skin suits." (OG reference? Or just general sci-fi?)

Meteorchella at Planet 7 (Coachella-style party during meteor shower?) with any excuse to add sparkles!

Kyle says he's at Planet 7 because he's trying not to hang out with people from high school.

Isobel says she's trying to have fun without feeling like prey.

Don't think the details of Kyle/Isobel dancing matters all that much, but as a point of amusement I'll share that in the panel on Tuesday night they shared that Lily whispered something different to Trevino on every take...And they got progressively dirtier to the point that she finally felt like she crossed a line and profusely apologized. Also the lick was a Lily addition.

Max's confession about killing the drifter:

Kind of an interesting thing, comparing the first version of the drifter story in 1x06 to the 2x06 version. 1x06 was more dramatic, but 2x06 was more personal, I think.

1x06

"There are moments that define our lives, and there are moments that divide our lives. Incidents that separate us into two different people: who we were before and who we will be after. Forever…One day we were children and the next we were something else. I was a killer. Michael an accomplice. And Isobel...Isobel was broken."

2x06

"I killed a man once, on a camping trip. This drifter came out of nowhere, attacked Isobel. I wasn't even thinking. I killed him. With this. I arrest people who kill people. Most of them usually regret what they did. You know, you can just tell that they're forever broken. It's like a piece of them dies with their victims. So when I could feel that darkness, like I had to kill, I wanted Isobel to let me die. Because I couldn't risk hurting even one innocent person. Cause life just wouldn't be worth living."

Kind of an interesting narrative choice to confess to murder on a first date and then have the girl just brush it aside.

"No, it just hit me why you're so happy and idealistic, and I feel like an idiot. You are that way because you don't remember me. It's a clean slate. It's like when you got out of the pods with whatever memories you had erased it's probably for your own good."

"Last I heard you were the love of my life."

"Your cohorts, they left out some details. Cause if you had your memories I'm positive the worst thing that's ever happened to you is connected to me. And I can't bear the weight of making you remember that again."

**Note, second time this has been implied. Last time was by Michael in 1x08 regarding the alien symbol.

"...it's gotta have some connection to us right? Maybe it was something we saw somewhere before the crash."

"Sorry, are you, Max Evans, acknowledging that we must have had lives before we hatched out of the pods? You never want to talk about home."

"Hey, Roswell is home. Look, I'm sorry man. You're right. I've spent a lot of time not talking about where we come from or why we're here. Keep thinking I can pretend the past away and just be normal. But if Isobel's blackouts are some alien thing, then I need to know more. Okay, and this symbol? That's all I have to go on. I mean don't you think it's strange that we don't have any memories? I mean, no parents, no language. We weren't infants, man. We were seven."

"I just figured our memory faded. Over 50 years in those pods. Maybe it was just time. Or maybe whoever put us in those pods doesn't want us to remember."

Travis and Trevor's house...with added bonus of his ring that Alex comments on.

Leather ribbons/strips on the wall are for (from?) Hayley and Gertrude. More cows, I presume.

There's also a framed Purple Heart on the wall next to a photo of Travis?

"War really messes with a man's mind. Gets it all twisted up.

Timeline issue!! Alex says Mimi was missing for 3 weeks, but according to the clearly established timelines in 201-203 it was 4 weeks (or a month ish). I wrote about this here:

Maria put her jacket on a scarecrow to trick Travis. And did she leave it there?

(Answer: yes. She doesn't wear it for the rest of the episode. Smart of her, actually).

Michael sees Trevor come out of the house and is about to shoot him. Maria immediate knew it wasn't Travis and threw herself in front of Michael's gun

Trevor shoots Travis.

A bullet from the Crashdown shooting falls out of Max's journal. Does it look like it has blood on it? Or maybe just ketchup? If it's THE bullet it would make a lot of sense that he kept it hidden - evidence that Liz was shot. See this comparison between one of Wyatt's bullets in 1x02 and the one Max finds in 2x06

"Sorry about my twin here. He's had a rough go."

"Combat does not make you an axe murderer."

"No, it wasn't the combat. It was the R&D. If a paramilitary group ever asks you to take part in a study, you run the other way. He showed up a few weeks ago. Locked me up out back. Lucky y'all showed up when you did. Gave me a chance to escape."

R&D is a military acronym for Research and Development. (Aka...The Science.)

Priscilla - the cow Mimi's boots were made from.

This is literally the only direct information gained about the boots from this little sleuthing excursion.

Well, and that Mimi paid cash, which isn't like her.

Side note - I didn't really know what Paramilitary meant, so just in case any of you are also not good with military stuff, Paramilitary groups are like private armies. Like, I dunno, the private security firm that Jesse and Cam discussed in episode 2x04. 👀

Male doctor operating on Steph clearly states:

"All right we're approaching an arterial junction."

A female doctor replies and its less clear. What I hear is...Blood gasses are back? Anyone else hear something that makes more sense than that?

He replied something like...the stint through here

She says something about pH levels.

Max admits that he didn't know what would happen when he decided to bring Rosa back. He just wanted to fix the worst thing that ever happened to all of them.

"I can't believe we were Shyamalan'd by an evil twin."

I think Alex is referring to the twist ending? Or maybe just the insane axe murderer stuff.

M. Night Shyamalan wrote and directed the Sixth Sense, Signs, Split, etc…

During this scene is the first time we see Michael's tattoo… it's on his arm. I struggled with getting a cap of it, but I know there are gifs going around.

I had every intention of detailing the dialogue in the trailer scene, but before I could get to it, Carina posted the script, so I didn't think it was a good use of my time. Here's the script:

The next morning, Alex calls the Sheriff from outside the trailer for an update.

The Sheriff tells him that Travis and Trevor burned their home and ran...weren't caught by the sheriff. Which means we may not have seen the last of them.

The Spanish:

"Oh my God. Dios mio, Max. I took off your pants before I even said I love you. I'm some kind of zorra."

Dios mio basically is Oh My God! So Liz really was spiraling. She went, "Oh my God, Oh my God..."

Zorra - female version of Zorro. Basically a vixen, bitch, prostitute… the internet has all sorts of fun words that it translates into.

"I call this one Visceral Werewolf Part 2, dedicated to my boy Chee Chee, may he rest in peace."

Can we have more Bert? Bert is the best. Also kudos to his goofy friend who is wayyy too excited about this.

Forrest's slam poem:

Locked up for days,

Time slipping away,

On my knees I would pray to break free from this cage.

But bargaining for keys, you forget hidden fees.

And wishing for what you’re missing ain’t the same as living the dream.

And now I’m fighting to stay on this side of the cage.

Even though I know a part of me wishes I’d stayed.

Ain’t no prophet or rebel or savior or devil

Could have predicted, fought, cheated or leveled.

A life with potential that’s squandered,

A comfortable cell is a question I ponder.

Am I a free man or a prisoner wanderer?

Max's memory flash:

Young Max, chained to the ground as described in 2x03.

Max looks scared.

He's dressed all in white like the 1947 aliens after the crash (As shown in 1x12 and 2x03).

He's in a cave or something like a cave.

Holes in the wall are glowing an orangey red color.

The ceiling is like the alien ship material with the alien symbol in it.

A figure approaches from behind him, bends down, and places a hand on his shoulder.

It mirrors the figure approaching Nora in 2x03 and touching her shoulder before burning the military men...probably the same person? Noah? The stowaway? Someone new?

After the figure touches Max, he looks at the hand, and then a red glow lights his face.

MUSIC:

1. Xocoyotzin Herrera "Esperanza"

2. Jose Luis Lepe "La Carreta"

3. Eagle Eye Cherry "Save Tonight"

4. Lousiana Red "I Done Woke Up"

5. Whissell "Magnetic"

6. Stop Dead "Alchemistress Dance"

7. Orville Peck "Turn To Hate"

8. Kim Petras "Close Your Eyes"

9. Orville Peck "Queen Of The Rodeo"

10. Moontricks "The Fall"

11. Years & Years "Hypnotised"

12. Jordan Critz Feat. Birdtalker "Through Your Eyes"

This time I couldn't find the Whissell and Stop Dead tracks on spotify - however the Stop Dead track is referenced at being by Chelsea Dawn in the closed captions. Which I did find. Trying to confirm this. Let me know if anyone else had better luck!

#roswell new mexico #rnm season 2 #rnm spoilers #rnm 206 #sex and candy #episode details #long post

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fishfingersandjellybabies · 4 years

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You and I Weren’t Forever, And It’s Fine - fic

Characters: Damian Wayne, Colin Wilkes Pairing: implied/past DamiColin Summary: The world was ending. Literally, right now. Batman was surprised he didn’t have to watch it all crash down alone. A/N: Inspired by ‘If The World Was Ending’ by JP Saxe and Julia Michaels. Obviously adult Damian and Colin. Get ready for vague sads and everyone dying haha. While I seem to imply their relationship ended badly, it didn’t? In my head they just slowly stopped talking to each other, and both felt really guilty about that. (Title is my misheard lyrics of the song because apparently that’s not actually it haha)

It was the end of the world.

And even after everything, it turned out not to be anyone’s fault. No aliens, or villain’s plan or other dimension shenanigan.

It was just…nature. Earth’s time. A poorly placed and sized meteor phenomenon.

Doesn’t mean it wasn’t an apocalyptic finale, though.

The shower was so big and so strong, it knocked Earth just so out of orbit. Tilted the axis a few miles, or feet or even centimeters. No one would ever know. No one would survive to find out.

The tides changed. Cities were flooded. Earthquakes led to tsunamis led to volcano eruptions.

It all appeared so quickly. But Earth’s death actually took months. Almost a full year.

And it was torturous. No superhero, armed force or prayer could make a difference, and, just like the citizens they were trying to save, they slowly died. Painfully, agonizingly, slowly.

And Batman watched it all. Did his best, but in the end, watched his family, city, and whole life die in front of him. From building collapses, holes opening in the ground, water, lava, diseases springing up, poisoned air. Think of the worst thing you can, and it probably happened at least twice in those last days.

How he survived this long, he doesn’t know. Some demon watching over him perhaps. Laughing as he survived every new plague, every natural disaster starting over again.

Until he was the only one left.

So he stood atop the remnants of Wayne Tower, still the tallest building in Gotham City, watching as streets and buildings collapsed into this newest, ever-growing sinkhole. Watching like a captain, going down with his ship.

There was no one and nothing left. No hope. He’d be swallowed with Gotham and this whole mess would finally be over. The Earth would be done, and start its centuries long journey into becoming space dust.

He was almost excited.

He pulled his cowl back as he heard the crash of another building, watched the fires of another meteor hitting already ravaged land miles away. Took a deep inhale of dirty oxygen, and prepared to watch the end of the world while waiting to die.

He was the only one left.

Or, at least, he thought so.

There was a crash behind him, and he paid it no mind. Not until he heard, “Damian?”

He whirled around. The crash hadn’t been the building falling deeper into destruction, it had been the opening of a door, slamming into a shattered wall.

It was a door being opened by a man covered in as many scars as he still had freckles, with long red hair blowing in flame-induced wind.

Damian’s heart stuttered in disbelief, and his mouth gaped.

“Colin?!”

Colin grinned, moving forward. He limped, and through ripped jeans Damian could see an infected wound. “Long time no see, buddy.”

“Everyone’s dead.” Damian breathed. “I…I thought everyone was dead…”

“They are.” Colin laughed. “Frankly, I thought I was the last one left. Until I saw that all too familiar silhouette up here…”

When Colin reached him, he didn’t wait. Just threw his arms as tightly around Damian’s neck as he could. And Damian did the same.

“How long has it really been?” Colin’s voice was muffled against his throat.

“Fifteen years at least.” Damian returned. When they parted, Damian kept fierce hold of Colin’s hands. “Not since two years after we…”

“Harder to be friends with your ex than we thought, huh?” Colin was still smiling. “I…I wanted you to be at my wedding. So did Cynthia. Really. But I just…didn’t think I deserved to be in your presence. Not after everything.”

“I understand. I wanted to text you congratulations when I saw the engagement announcement but I…” Damian trailed off, glanced down at their hands. “She was beautiful. I’m sorry for your loss.” Another pause to squeeze Colin’s hands. “For her loss, and your daughter’s.”

“Don’t be. I lucked out, in a way. They never had to see any of this. Cynthia died of cancer seven years ago, and Abbie was killed by a drunk driver.” Colin waved it off, but his smile dimmed anyway. “You, though…”

Damian closed his eyes.

“I…was watching, when it happened. On the news.” Colin whispered. “You and Superman…the new Superman…you guys were a thing, right?”

“His name was Jonathan.” Damian returned just as quietly. “He never actually proposed, but when the meteors hit, he said he was going to marry me at the end of the world.” Damian sighed. “A hero to the end, trying to save that town in Washington. But I guess even half-Kryptonians aren’t stronger than getting pinned by half of a suspension bridge and slowly eaten by lava.”

Now it was Colin’s turn to squeeze Damian’s hands. “I’m so sorry.”

Damian shook his head, and opened his eyes with a smile. “I’m glad I got to see you one more time before the end, though.”

Colin’s face lit back up. “Me too.”

“…I want to say I’m sorry that we didn’t work out, but-”

“But I’m not.” Colin finished for him. “I found Cynthia, and you found Jonathan. We found better love after each other.”

“…Right.” Damian laughed. “I never forgot you, though.”

“Never stopped loving you either.” Colin agreed. “Thanks for making me a better person.”

“You as well.” Damian nodded. A few more crashes echoed nearby, and Damian looked across the landscape. Buildings were collapsing into the sinkhole at a faster rate, and more fire was spreading. The smoke, mixing with the toxic air, was making it hard to see. “Colin, you should go find shelter and-”

“And do what? Really be the last person on a dying planet?” Colin asked, tilting his head to get back into Damian’s line of sight. “It’s the end, man. And there’s no one else I’d rather watch it with than you.”

Damian looked back at him, stared for a few seconds. The flames were highlighting his freckles, brightening the shade of his hair. Colin just kept smiling at him.

Silently, Damian let go of his hands, only to hold his face. Let his fingers twist in the long red strands of Colin’s hair as his stroked his thumbs along his cheekbones. Then leaned up to plant a kiss on Colin’s forehead.

The building rumbled as the hole got closer.

Colin just chuckled. Turned his head to give Damian a quick peck to his cheek as well, then enveloped him in his arms. Held the Batman as the buildings around them shattered and collapsed.

Closed his eyes as Damian returned the tight embrace.

Then they fell.

And everything was over.

#Damian Wayne #colin wilkes #damicolin #damiancolin #tiny boyfriends #i dont remember their ship name anymore oh noooooooo

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ladyshilya · 4 years

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Roswell New Mexico: Sex and Candy

Let’s see what this whole crazy Max thing is and why he doesn’t remember Liz.

The episode starts where the other one left off with Isobel taunting and fighting Max. Michael jumps into the fight to help Isobel with his telekinetic powers. Max launches some Force Lighting at Isobel who tries to stop it like she’s Yoda. Max does a whole lighting thing and knocks out his heart. Michael was able to telekineticly restart Max’s heart. Liz shows up happy to see Max but he has not idea who she is.

It seems that Max remembers a lot but does not seem to remember Liz. Not sure if its just her or Maria and Alex as well. The group tries to use the method that helped Isobel get her memories back from when Noah was in control. It doesn’t seem to be working on Max.

Liz runs into Max when he is trying to buy some snack at the Mexican market but as we all know his Spanish is bad so Liz jumps in to help him. Max decides to ask Liz on a date. Liz tries to refresh is memory with a shake that he loved but he doesn’t seem to like mint. Since people sometimes come out off coma’s with different personalities and tastes its just post coma Max. Max takes Liz horse back riding to start their date. I would be sold on that alone. Max asks Liz to tell him some things to help catch up on what he doesn’t remember. She tells him about why she left her ex-fiance. While waiting for the meteor shower Liz realizes that its probably better he doesn’t remember her. The worst that ever happened to him is connected to her.

Max is back at his place looking through notebooks of his trying to learn more. He finds the bullet from when he saved Liz. His memories start to come back. Max finds Liz on the roof of the Crashdown. Where he tells her he ordered a peanut butter milkshake but she brought him the Little Green Man and he was too in love with her to tell her she got it wrong. The next time he was in she remembered the Little Green Man and he never had the heart to tell her it was wrong. Liz and Max have sex on the roof of the Crashdown. The next day when Max is leaving Liz finally tells him she loves him. Max tells her he knew.

Kyle runs into Steph in her usual spot but doesn’t tell her what she wants to hear so she leaves. Isobel goes to a gay bar where she finds Kyle. They dance and Isobel gives him the option to have sex but he tells her no there is someone else. The bartender cuts in to dance with Isobel and the paid later have sex. Kyle goes to the usual stop he finds Steph only this time he finds her on the operating table. Looks like she was viewing the procedures so she would understand what is going to happen to her.

Maria enlists Alex’s help finding the guy who made her mother’s boots. They are very rare so Maria is hoping he could give her some more information. Driving down there Maria and Alex talk about 7 min in heaven. Where Alex was Maria’s first kiss and its was first time he ever enjoyed touching someone. It seems they had both thought about marrying each other.

The car gets a flat in the middle of some cornfields. Lucky for them it was on the property of the guy who made the boots. He claims to not remember who he sold the boot too until he saw the picture of Mimi. This guy Travis is really creepy with his singing to cows and trying to force people to drink fresh milk. Maria goes outside to find some bars to call Michael. Which Alex thinks is a bad idea since that is how people die in horror movies.

Travis comes back in and attacks Alex and stabs him. When Travis goes outside to Maria he tries to claim Alex attacked him. Maria goes running from Travis who chases her thought the corn fields. Running through corn fields is a great way to get yourself killed. Michael finds Maria in the corn fields but Travis sneaks up behind and knocks Michael out. Maria tricks Travis and is able to take him out. She finds Michael and they go back for Alex. Trevor, Travis’s twin brother comes out and shoot Travis when he shows back up. It seems Travis had locked his brother up in the shed.

Back at Michael’s trailer they patch up Alex who is ready to leave after seeing Michael and Maria kiss. Maria tells him she doesn’t want him to leave and kisses Alex. She then pulls Michael onto the bed and kisses him while Michael grabs Alex before kissing him. AHHHHHH OMG, yes I am so here for a threesome between them. The next day Alex and Michael talk and they both had felt loved in the situation. Alex tells Michael that he use to think they would end up together and Michael tells Alex he use to think the same. Alex leaves and Michael goes back inside and chooses to stay with Maria. Why does Michael need to choose like that? Alex later on goes to the Pony to see Forrest perform.

When Max gets back to his house he find Isobel there who wants to know all about his date and tell him about her hooking up with a girl. When Max in changing his shirt he remembers being in a cave as child chained up and some one else was there. On the ceiling of the cave was the tattoo he had gotten.

First and most important super thank you to the writers for the threesome scene. We all wanted that and needed it. With that being said why did Michael have to choose Maria and end things with Alex. After the talk in the car and the threesome why couldn’t it be a polyamorous relationship. Seriously I really think Alex and Maria can handle it. Michael might get dumb but really there is no need to choose just have them both. They are such teases. With how progressive this show can be at time and making sure they have good representation. Why can’t they just another representation in?

It was nice to see Kyle finally admit he likes Steph. I had a feeling Isobel was going to hook up with a girl. I could see her being bi or heteroflex. Its good to see Liz and Max back together because after everything they both did. They deserve some happiness. Also can we take a moment to appreciate how Maria saved herself. Alex was stabbed and Michael knocked out.

Looks like Liz’s mom is coming back next week. Which causes Rosa to blow some things up alien style. Will Rosa ever loose her alien powers?

#roswell #roswell new mexico #roswell tv show #Roswell reboot #roswell remake #roswell new mexico spoilers #roswell nm #roswell nm spoilers #roswell nm season 2 #roswell cw

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andy-loves-corgis · 5 years

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All of The Lights - Ch 4 (TRR AU)

Book: The Royal Romance

Pairing: well, now just the dysfunctional Rileyx Liam and the awful Liam x Madeleine

Rating: PG

Word count: ~ 3,300

Notes: I’m so sorry and I hated this chapter, that’s all I can say. Thanks, whoever is still here ♥️

WARNING: Read the Prologue! Every chapter has TWO timelines, Before (about a year before the Prologue) and After (two years after the prologue), if you don’t pay attention to that you might get confused!

Fast cars, shooting stars

BEFORE

Drake stretched his fingers absentmindedly, after a week immobilized he decided upon taking the gauze off and though a little sore, they seemed to have healed perfectly.

“What in the seven hells?!”

Liam was horrified, Drake could see by his contorted face looking outside the tinted windows of the limo.

Looking like every bit of a Cordonian Sweetheart, Riley stood in front of the press, half of her chocolate locks now a deep shade of red, some blonde spots seen between the brown and the red, redder than Liam’s livid face.

“I’m telling you, Drake. She has a very unique way of driving me insane” Liam said burying his face in his hands.

“I think it suits her” Drake tried to control the smirk in his lips.

Yes, Riley had her own way of bringing hell to Liam, or basically anyone who crossed her way. He knew she had been stressing over her broken ankle and not being able to care for herself, whether dying her hair herself or painting an entire wall of her home, she would always find a way to express her need of change.

Leaving the limo with a now very composed Liam, Drake spotted another livid individual, Madeleine’s nostrils flared under her perfectly done makeup, of course she would hate to divide the spotlight with Riley.

The press went wild as Liam walked to Riley, pressing a chaste kiss on her cheek, and whispering something on her ear that made her face fall as he turned smiling to the camera.

That’s none of your business

He just walked away from the frenzy of the crowd, who had just spotted Leo, poor guy, Leo was suffering so much he even lost weight, which could be completely related to his drinking habits and whole-night sex with his maids. The future king was doing anything to forget that he would soon to be married to one of those uptight bland women or worse... Madeleine.

On the far corner, next to the boats, Drake found his father’s pupil, looking as tired as someone could be.

“You look like shit, Bastien” Drake laughed, standing beside his only living father figure.

“Every night with Leo takes a week out of my life span” Bastien whispered.

Drake tried unsuccessfully suppress a laugh.

Looking at all the nobles in their exclusive designer clothes gathering around the harbor just to see those girls who never tied a knot in their life, Drake felt glad for living in the invisible sidelines, he always thought that he preferred the snarky comments and side outraged glances than the fake smiles and sugar-coated condescending words.

“I hate those stuff, how to you manage to survive to every one of these things?” Drake sighed as soon as the boats sailed. “It’s just so boring.”

“It’s just work, it’s not every time that we are breathing on some terrorists neck” Bastien simply said. “Sometimes you are in Bósnia-Herzegovina at 04:23 am to pick up a drunk heir to the throne.”

Drake snorted again, excusing himself to get some water.

“No, Liam, YOUR problem is that I didn’t tell you I was going to dye MY hair!” It was undoubtedly Riley’s voice behind the drink station.

“Well, if you wanted so much to look like Olivia, you should’ve dyed it all” Drake could almost picture Liam’s smirk, knowing he’d hit a soft spot.

“EXCUSE ME?!”

Drake cleared his throat and the voices turned to angry whispers, until he heard hard steps towards the Riva, Liam appeared chewing the insides of his cheeks and adjusting the collar of the shirt under his sweater, barely throwing a second glance at Drake.

The commoner made his way to the secluded place where Riley stood leaning on a fence massaging her temples.

He was about to greet her when they heard the cheering voices of the crowd.

“Shit!” Riley exclaimed.

Even though what unfolded in front of him wasn’t anything new, every time Drake saw Riley inhaling deeply before putting the most dazzling smile on her face, he was amazed - saddened to the core, but amazed nonetheless.

“Oh hi!” She said in a cheerful tone, if Drake hadn’t grown up with her, he might have believed she was happy. “Mind to help?”

One of her crutches had fallen to the ground and Drake quickly lowered himself to get it, he noticed her swollen calves and a crease formed in his eyebrows.

“Thanks” she smiled and left walking like with her head held high.

Sometimes he couldn’t understand what it took to be like that, to live like that.

Madeleine won, obviously, as if she hadn’t paid Nick Thompson to sail for her, but in the end, it was all power games during social season.

Imagine a dozen of the most well-crafted women of the kingdom, they were molded since they were able to walk to sit still, look pretty, pour tea and to think like true strategist.

No, Cordonian court wasn’t a complete sexist place, of course as in any patriarchal society men would have the upper hand on the ladder to success, but women were always behind that.

Drake watched as Madeleine hugged Riley while the other suitors clapped, those sweet smiles only hiding their next step.

“Do you like whiskey?” He heard Liam’s voice next to him.

“Was that even supposed to sound like a question?” Drake rose an eyebrow to his best friend.

“Hope McCallan isn’t too cheap for you” Liam’s smirk grew.

“Liam, every time you come up with the whiskey talk it’s because you’re gonna ask me to do something I don’t wanna do... what is it?”

Liam cleared his throat but kept the smirk

“Well, there’s whiskey... in Olivia’s yacht”

The prospect of that night becoming a huge nightmare has shifted to 112%.

“Please...?” Liam gave him a forced smile.

Gathering all the force he still had, Drake just nodded, rubbing his eyes to avoid the scowl.

Well, at least there will be whiskey.

Olivia’s yacht was big enough for a family of four to live comfortably, but oddly enough she gathered her guests on the small deck by the jacuzzi.

The sun was setting and they were a swimming distance from the shore, but the view was still a breathtaking, sipping from his whiskey, Drake noticed that Riley was focused on another view.

By the jacuzzi Liam laughed with Olivia, their elbows touching as they sat side by side in the hot water. To any spectator the scene unfolding would look as friends having a good time together, but to anyone who knew that little love triangle, it was way more than that.

York: I’m about to throw myself in the waters.

He tried not to laugh at the message on his phone, Riley was known for being dramatic, so he casually walked to the jacuzzi, under Kiara’s blushing gaze and Olivia’s scowl.

“Hey” he squatted next to Liam. “I don’t think Riley is feeling well, I’ll take her back okay?”

Liam’s knitted his eyebrows puzzled.

“What’s wrong with her?”

“She’s feeling nauseous” Drake came up with the first excuse he could think of.

“Oh, well...”

“Leighton can take them to the shore, Li” Olivia interjected without looking at Drake.

“See you at the palace” Drake taped Liam’s shoulder, wetting his hand in the process.

He walked between the crowd, their champagne glasses glinting on the fading sun.

“Let’s get out of here, York” he looked at his miserable friend.

“Thank God” she answered grabbing his hand for support.

It was a short way to the shore and they made their way in silence as droplets of sea water splashed on their faces.

Drake helped her hop on his truck and finally felt at ease feeling Riley get comfortable turning the radio on.

Night fell as the black truck made its way through the woods near the palace where a clearing welcome then along with a smirk Riley couldn’t suppress.

“And I thought you were just going to leave me alone in my room to scroll through Twitter” she laughed as he helped her out of the car and proceeded to open the pick up truck bed where some pillows and covers awaited them.

“I got your back, York” he smiled as she got cozy on the pillows and he pulled his guitar.

After a minute of only the soft melody he was playing and the wind hushing on tree leaves she turned to him.

“Sing something”

He gave it a little thought, slowly striking the chords before he decided.

I wanna be drunk when I wake up

On the right side of the wrong bed

And never an excuse I made up

Tell you the truth I hate

What didn't kill me,

It never made me stronger at all

Love will scar your make up

Lips sticks to me, so now I maybe lean back there

I'm sat here wishing I was sober

I know I'll never hold you like I used to

But a house gets cold when you cut the heating

Without you to hold I'll be freezing

Can't rely on my heart to beat in

'Cause you take parts of it every evening

Take words out of my mouth just from breathing

Replace with phrases like 'when you leaving me? '

Should I? Should I?

Maybe I'll get drunk again

I'll be drunk again, I'll be drunk again

To feel a little love

“That’s beautiful... and sad. You should really start playing it somewhere” her small voice filled the silence. “Is it about Erika?”

Drake shrugged.

“I guess it was when I first thought about it”

“You never told me why you two broke up” she propped herself on her elbows.

“It just didn’t work out”

“Well, I never liked her” Riley laughed.

“You never liked any of my girlfriends, York” he threw a pillow at her.

“Hey! I’ll like her when it’s the right one okay?”

“Yeah, now shut up and look up” he adjusted himself next to her.

He heard her soft gasp at the sight of the falling stars, as if she was the same 10-year-old girl he brought there along with his sister and father to see their first meteor shower. He felt her hand grabbing two of his fingers and smiled.

“Make a wish, Walker”

AFTER

The sun wasn’t too high in the sky when he finished shaving, God forbids Madeleine saw a glint of facial hair on anyone at any of her events, not that he minded what she thought, but he rather be invisible at this event.

A cup of coffee and a croissant later, he found himself at the site of the barn raising, it would be so fun watch the nobles having the day to pretend they have any inclination to do hard work. Penelope and Kiara for example were wearing high heels, he betted 5 euros one of them would fall in 5 minutes.

Drake laughed to himself but got pulled out of his thoughts by a loud engine blasted on the road, the feeling of déja vu overcoming him, he knew exactly who loved loud engines drawing the attention to her entrance.

Shit

A white Bugatti stopped at the entrance and for a second, after seeing the frightened face of Hana getting out of the car, he forgot that he was pissed.

Although he remembered on the next second when Riley got out of the driver’s side laughing heartedly, she was wearing a simple plaid shirt, jeans shorts and sneakers, all the flashes were on her, the first press appearance since she was back two weeks ago.

“Lady Riley! Lady Riley!” The press screamed to get her attention. “How does if feel to be back?”

“Amazing!” She smiled, but he saw right through her, she didn’t get any better at hiding her lies and discomfort than she did at 18.

“Lady Riley! How do you describe your style today?”

“Riley York ready to build a barn” Maxwell made his way through the press to hug Riley and Hana.

“Lady Riley! Don Brine here! We see your coming with a new crew, Lady Hana and Lord Maxwell, does this has anything to do with your best friend getting engaged to your ex while you were away?”

Her smile faltered for a second, Drake held his breath without even knowing, across from the press he finally acknowledged Madeleine grabbing Liam’s arms forcefully while the future king didn’t blink watching Riley getting close to them.

“I think I’ll have to set the record straight” she pulled Madeleine’s hand into hers, locking them in an uncomfortable hold. “Liam, Madeleine and I all grew up together, and some people change along the way, some relationships change along the way.”

Riley’s angelic face gave the future monarchs the sweetest smile, Drake could almost touch the longing in Liam’s eyes.

“Liam and Madeleine will rule wisely and will be remembered for generations, and I couldn’t be more than happy for them. i guess that’s all.”

“One more thing Lady York. Ana de Luca for trend. We got an anonymous tip that you were away on a rehab clinic for self harm, what do you have to say about that?”

Drake saw Riley twisting Madeleine’s hand.

“Ana, some people don’t know when to shut up” she smirked and left them under the urges for more words and flashes blinking.

He watched as Liam cleared his throat and gave his speech on the barn raising, completely mechanical as he forced himself not to look over to Riley laughing with her friends.

Drake saw himself standing awkwardly with his hands buried in his pockets until he felt a light touch in his arms.

“It will all happen again, won’t it?” Kiara’s black eyes met his and wandered where Riley was. “She’s a bulldozer Drake, I remember how you were when she left, how Liam was, god, even Penelope...”

“Shall we start?” Liam started gathering everyone, not giving him any time to answer Kiara.

“Kiara and Penelope can help with the hay, Maxwell and Hana can take care of painting the fences and... Drake and Riley will work lifting the wood of the barn walls.” Madeleine smiled proudly at herself and Liam choked.

“It’s too much of manual labor for a Lady, my dear, I’m sure Lady Riley could trade places with Maxwell” Liam pondered.

“No way, it would give my hands blisters!” Maxwell interjected and Riley laughed.

“Don’t be silly dear, Lady Riley spent the last year as a working woman in America.” Madeleine’s fire gaze pierced through Liam’s blue eyes.

“Hey Liam, it’s okay really, I used to do some heavy lifting at work...” Riley finally spoke and Liam’s gaze went from her to Drake.

At that moment Drake understood why Liam didn’t want her inside the barn.

“Told you so..” Kiara whispered beside him.

“I can help you two...”

“No, you can’t!” Madeleine exclaimed more fiercely that she probably intended. “We need to make rounds and pose for pictures dear, it’s our engagement event after all.”

“Then we should go!” A completely anxious Penelope stated, wanting as much as any of them to be excluded from the awkwardness.

Drake sighed and made his way to the structure of the barn without a second glance to Riley. He was preparing the wood when she reached their spot.

“Hey, let me help” she said smiling and reaching for the wood he was carrying, he didn’t reply.

They worked in silence for almost an hour, she didn’t back up from any activity, from carrying heavy buckets of water for the horses, to helping him pulling up the wood.

“We’re still a good team!” She exclaimed after most of the work was done, he stole a glance and her proud look and warm smile, a drop of sweat descending from her neck.

“We’re not a team” he grunted at his relapse.

The smile vanished from her face.

“After everything, how you can say that?”

“After everything, how can YOU say that?” Drake spat turning fully to her. “Why the hell did you come back, Riley? Why didn’t you just disappear and let us live our pathetic lives here?”

“Why didn’t you let me drown, Drake? It would definitely be better than be here now, right?”

Drakes face fell, and suddenly flashes of that fateful afternoon flooded him like the gelid winter see, the white dress plastered on her numb skin, the muttering blue lips, his heart beating so hard in his chest, wanting to trade places with hers, to make her alive again.

He got close to her, closer than he should for the sake of his sanity, he could feel the heat coming from her body as her resolve slowly crumbled and his rage grew.

“Go to hell, Riley. Fuck you!” She shrank at his words, spat so cruelly it made her eyes watery.

Drake suddenly couldn’t breath so he left the almost finished barn to the hired workers to complete, the sun hanging low in the sky only heating his chest more, he wanted to scream, but he refused to be seen by anyone of the court, so, like a coward, he just sneaked out.

The humming sound of his truck engine was the only thing calming him right now, he drove aimlessly for more than an hour until night came and he saw himself somewhere he almost forgot it existed, somewhere he locked in her mind along with every other memory of Riley.

He sat on the empty boot of his truck, opening a can of beer and looking at the sky, as if he was a child, he was desperate for a shooting star so he could ask for everything to be normal again.

The loud engine once again pulled him from his thoughts, the white Bugatti now had several brown spots of dirt on its side, she sat on the hood, no respect for a €4 million car, one more reason he could add to the list for hating her.

“I’m sorry.” She said without looking at him, her tired eyes lost, miles away, in the sky.

Drake looked at the beer in his hands, then back to the sky.

“I shouldn’t have said that today.” He heard her sighing. “I actually never thanked you, so thank you, Drake.”

“For what?” He gave another gulp to his beer.

“For taking me out of the waters, whichever mean it has, you saved my life in more ways than that for years, but that day, that day I only came back breathing because of you.” Her eyes were full of tears once again, eyes pleading to him. “I didn’t come back to screw everything, I just... I miss my best friend, Drake.”

“I just can’t understand why, Riley?” He licked his dry lips, thinking of how to say it. “You gave up on us, you decided to stay, and then... why? You really meant it? You really wanted it?”

He really hoped she said no.

“Yes” Her voice was almost a whisper. “I wanted to die that day.”

“Why?” He tried in vain to keep his emotions under control.

“I don’t know” she dried her cheeks with her sleeves. “ I came back to try and find it out, it’s the only thing holding me back, I need to find out. Then I promise you’ll never hear of me again.”

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ghost-town-story · 4 years

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The Stars in Your Eyes

It was a cloudless, starry night. January 5th, 1991, if you want to be exact. On that frigid winter night, a baby girl was born. On that night, I was born.

At the tender age of two, my parents divorced. I was too young to understand, but suddenly, my weeks were spent with Father, and my weekends were spent across town with Mom.

I loved the weekends. Father was strict and proper, but Mom let me get messy, let me play in her garden and “help” her, despite all the flowers I uprooted. There was always disappointment Sunday nights, when I would cling to Mom, trying to stay while she got me ready for Father coming to pick me up the next day.

When I was four, Father remarried. Stepmother was never unkind to me, but she didn’t seem pleased by my existence either. Nine months later, my baby sister Celeste was born.

Mom never remarried. She always said she was happy with just me.

When I was five, Christian was born. I started spending more time with Mom, under the pretense of Father was busy with Christian and Celeste, and some silly custody things that I never quite understood. I didn’t care. I got to spend more time with Mom and her wonderful garden, and children never care about the reasons why.

The summer that I was seven, I learned that Mom’s kind old neighbors were moving out and selling the house. I was devastated.

That autumn, a new family moved in. Two adults, an older girl, and two boys that looked to be about my age. Mom brought me along to go greet them. And as I shyly hid behind Mom’s leg, I saw you for the first time. You were the exact opposite of me, brave where I was shy, coming up to me and saying hi. I felt more kinship with your brother at that moment, as he hid behind you and wished you wouldn’t talk so much. Mom and the other woman (whom I later learned was your mother) shooed us all off to play and become acquainted.

I’m sure Mom regretted that when she saw the state of her flowerbeds later that afternoon, but she just sighed and patted our heads. “They were on their last legs anyways,” she told us, smiling at our dirty hands and the flowers we held for her. “Frost would have killed them. Now we can keep them in a vase for a while.” The three of us exchanged proud grins as Mom walked you two back home.

I never got to see you at school. Father preferred to send me to posh schools that only offered the best education, as he had the money to do so. But on my days at Mom’s house, we would sit in our backyards and compare classes, and you would tell me about the day’s adventures I had missed. Your brother was quick to point out your own shortcomings in those stories. You hated when he did that. I thought it was adorable. I treasured those stories you told, bringing splashes of color to my life.

When we were twelve, I convinced Mom and you begged your parents, and we stayed up late to watch the meteor shower. Your brother was sick and kept inside on your mother’s orders, so it was just us two, laying amongst Mom’s flowers, watching tiny streaks of silver cross the dark blue sky. And I was suddenly shy again, and I curled closer to your warmth, and cautiously grabbed your hand. You grinned at me before turning your pretty eyes back to the stars. I’ll never tell you what I wished that night. All I’ll say is that wish came true.

And when Mom came out and found us asleep, curled up next to each other on the ground, she just draped a few blankets over us and let us sleep. Maybe she knew more than she told me. I’ll never know, and she’ll never admit to anything.

Christmas Eve when I was sixteen. Your parents had a Christmas party, and of course Mom and I attended. When you opened the door, your eyes lit up, and you immediately swept me up and away into the house. I didn’t mind; I trusted you, and so did Mom. Most of that night was a blur, talking to familiar neighbors and you greeting a few schoolmates that I didn’t know. I never saw your brother, which was odd, as you two were usually almost inseparable.

Late in the night, you pulled me into the corner by the stairs. “I haven’t gotten to talk to just you all night.” Your eyes were glinting mischievously.

“What do you call this then?” I teased back.

We were interrupted by a cough above us, and we both looked up at the same time. Your brother grinned back, and dangling from his fingers was a sprig of mistletoe.

“This isn’t funny,” I remember you saying to him.

“And everybody has been expecting you two to hook up since freshman year,” your brother replied, raising an eyebrow. “Let’s just say I’m helping you two along somewhat.” He winked, then left the mistletoe on the banister and disappeared down the stairs, into the crowd.

You frowned, staring after him. “Sorry about that,” you eventually mumbled.

It took all my courage in that moment to take the opportunity your brother had given us, and I kissed you.

We were both blushing the rest of the night. As Mom and I were about to leave though, you tugged on my arm. As I turned, you quickly leaned down and kissed me. “Merry Christmas,” you murmured. Mom smiled at me, and I knew she approved of you.

The next morning we had to get up early to go to Father’s house for Christmas dinner. But at about eleven, when you typically get up, I got a text. Even though I was at the table, listening to boring conversations around me, I surreptitiously checked my phone. You sent me a picture of your brother sleeping, saying, “I’m gonna hit him. Nice wake-up call, eh?” Father was displeased at my muffled laughter, but Mom smiled, her eyes twinkling at me.

Our senior year, you laughed off college. Our relationship, our love, we were timeless, and you felt we had all the time in the world. I felt the last months slipping through my fingers. And despite your nonchalance at my panic over our futures, I could see the feelings you were hiding. The fear that something could happen in the coming years, and our relationship that seemed so fragile at times would shatter irreparably. But neither of us ever spoke of that.

I chose a posh school on the east coast, partially on Father’s insistence. You decided to go to a smaller college in Illinois. We still never spoke of our fears, and instead parted with a promise not to break communication over the years.

Freshman year for me was a haze of caffeine-fueled studying, late nights, too much solitude, and far more tears than I was comfortable admitting to. At the same time, it was sweet good morning texts, moments of phone calls snatched from our busy schedules, Skype calls that lasted well into the early hours of Saturday or Sunday mornings. How I melted into the sound of your voice, forgetting all about the stress, even if it was for only a few moments.

We saw each other again for Christmas. You were the one that gave me the final nudge I needed to transfer schools, to the tiny school nestled in the wilderness of Massachusetts that had stolen my heart in the first place. And despite Father’s disappointment, I was never reduced to tears again, and that made all the difference.

Father also disapproved of us moving in together after college, but to Mom, I was her baby girl who was in love and happy, and that was good enough for her.

Mom won that argument. Father never voiced his displeasure again, though I could still see it in the way he looked at you.

But we never really cared about any of that. No. After college we were young and had our whole lives ahead of us. And I remember how your eyes positively sparkled when we got married, and how your face lit up the first time you saw little Lilly. It was those little moments I lived for, where you would have the stars in your eyes and I could see the little family we had and nothing could tear it apart.

Except for accidents we never expected.

I’m sorry.

#writing #in which i write #burning stars #i wrote this for a prompt for my high school's writing club #if i remember correctly #the prompt was something along the lines of 'a character reflecting on their life after they died' or something like that #and of course i went for my tragedy couple #happy endings? what happy endings?

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pastelbatfandoms · 4 years

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The things you have already done in bold, the things you would like to do in italics

What do you want to do/did already?

01. Bought everyone in the pub a drink

02. Swam with wild dolphins

03. Climbed a mountain

04. Taken a Ferrari for a test drive

05. Been inside the Great Pyramid

06. Held a tarantula

07. Taken a candlelit bath with someone

08. Said ‘I love you’ and meant it

09. Hugged a tree

10. Done a striptease

11. Bungee jumped

12. Visited Paris

13. Watched a lightning storm at sea

14. Stayed up all night long, and watch the sun rise

15. Seen the Northern Lights

16. Gone to a huge sports game

17. Walked the stairs to the top of the leaning Tower of Pisa

18. Grown and eaten your own vegetables

19. Touched an iceberg

20. Slept under the stars

21. Changed a baby’s diaper

22. Taken a trip in a hot air balloon

23. Watched a meteor shower

24. Gotten drunk on champagne

25. Given more than you can afford to charity

26. Looked up at the night sky through a telescope

27. Had an uncontrollable giggling fit at the worst possible moment

28. Had a food fight

29. Bet on a winning horse

30. Taken a sick day when you’re not ill

31. Asked out a stranger

32. Had a snowball fight

33. Photocopied your bottom on the office photocopier

34. Screamed as loudly as you possibly can

35. Held a lamb

36. Enacted a favorite fantasy

37. Taken a midnight skinny dip

38. Taken an ice cold bath

39. Had a meaningful conversation with a beggar

40. Seen a total eclipse

41. Ridden a roller coaster

42. Hit a home run

43. Fit three weeks miraculously into three days

44. Danced like a fool and not cared who was looking

45. Adopted an accent for an entire day

46. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors

47. Actually felt happy about your life, even for just a moment

48. Had two hard drives for your computer

49. Visited all 50 states

50. Loved your job for all accounts

51. Taken care of someone who was shit faced

52. Had enough money to be truly satisfied

53. Had amazing friends

54. Danced with a stranger in a foreign country

55. Watched wild whales

56. Stolen a sign

57. Backpacked in Europe

58. Taken a road-trip

59. Rock climbing

60. Lied to foreign government’s official in that country to avoid notice

61. Midnight walk on the beach

62. Sky diving

63. Visited Ireland

64. Been heartbroken longer than you were actually in love

65. In a restaurant, sat at a stranger’s table and had a meal with them

66. Visited Japan

67. Benchpressed your own weight

68. Milked a cow

69. Alphabetized your records

70. Pretended to be a superhero

71. Sung karaoke

72. Lounged around in bed all day

73. Posed nude in front of strangers

74. Scuba diving

75. Got it on to “Let’s Get It On” by Marvin Gaye

76. Kissed in the rain

77. Played in the mud

78. Played in the rain

79. Gone to a drive-in theater

80. Done something you should regret, but don’t regret it

81. Visited the Great Wall of China

82. Discovered that someone who’s not supposed to have known about your blog has discovered your blog

83. Dropped Windows in favor of something better

84. Started a business

85. Fallen in love and not had your heart broken

86. Toured ancient sites

87. Taken a martial arts class

88. Swordfought for the honor of a woman

89. Played D&D for more than 6 hours straight

90. Gotten married

91. Been in a movie

92. Crashed a party

93. Loved someone you shouldn’t have

94. Kissed someone so passionately it made them dizzy

95. Gotten divorced

96. Had sex at the office

97. Gone without food for 5 days

98. Made cookies from scratch

99. Won first prize in a costume contest

100. Ridden a gondola in Venice

101. Gotten a tattoo

102. Found that the texture of some materials can turn you on

103. Rafted the Snake River

104. Been on television news programs as an “expert”

105. Got flowers for no reason

106. Masturbated in a public place

107. Got so drunk you don’t remember anything

108. Been addicted to some form of illegal drug

109. Performed on stage

110. Been to Las Vegas

111. Recorded music

112. Eaten shark

113. Had a one-night stand

114. Gone to Thailand

115. Seen Siouxsie live

116. Bought a house

117. Been in a combat zone

118. Buried one/both of your parents

119. Shaved or waxed your pubic hair off

120. Been on a cruise ship

121. Spoken more than one language fluently

122. Gotten into a fight while attempting to defend someone (verbal, not physical)

123. Bounced a check

124. Performed in Rocky Horror

125. Read – and understood – your credit report

126. Raised children

127. Recently bought and played with a favorite childhood toy

128. Followed your favorite band/singer on tour

129. Created and named your own constellation of stars

130. Taken an exotic bicycle tour in a foreign country

131. Found out something significant that your ancestors did

132. Called or written your Congress person

133. Picked up and moved to another city to just start over

134. …more than once?

135. Walked the Golden Gate Bridge

136. Sang loudly in the car, and didn’t stop when you knew someone was looking

137. Had an abortion or your female partner did

138. Had plastic surgery

139. Survived an accident that you shouldn’t have survived.

140. Wrote articles for a large publication

141. Lost over 100 pounds

142. Held someone while they were having a flashback

143. Piloted an airplane

144. Petted a stingray

145. Broken someone’s heart

146. Helped an animal give birth

147. Been fired or laid off from a job

148. Won money on a T.V. game show

149. Broken a bone

150. Killed a human being

151. Gone on an African photo safari

152. Ridden a motorcycle

153. Driven any land vehicle at a speed of greater than 100mph

154. Had a body part of yours below the neck pierced

155. Fired a rifle, shotgun, or pistol

156. Eaten mushrooms that were gathered in the wild

157. Ridden a horse

158. Had major surgery

159. Had sex on a moving train

160. Had a snake as a pet

161. Hiked to the bottom of the Grand Canyon

162. Slept through an entire flight: takeoff, flight, and landing

163. Slept for more than 30 hours over the course of 48 hours

164. Visited more foreign countries than U.S. states

165. Visited all 7 continents

166. Taken a canoe trip that lasted more than 2 days

167. Eaten kangaroo meat

168. Fallen in love at an ancient Mayan burial ground (what?)

169. Been a sperm or egg donor

170. Eaten sushi

171. Had your picture in the newspaper

172. Had 2 (or more) healthy romantic relationships for over a year in your lifetime (would prefer just one, but yeah would like one to last)

173. Changed someone’s mind about something you care deeply about

174. Gotten someone fired for their actions

175. Gone back to school (to finish college, only made one semester)

176. Parasailed

177. Changed your name

178. Petted a cockroach

179. Eaten fried green tomatoes

180. Read The Iliad

181. Selected one “important” author who you missed in school, and read

182. Dined in a restaurant and stolen silverware, plates, cups because your apartment needed them

183. …and gotten 86′ed from the restaurant because you did it so many times, they figured out it was you

184. Taught yourself an art from scratch

185. Killed and prepared an animal for eating

186. Apologized to someone years after inflicting the hurt

187. Skipped all your school reunions (honestly don’t plan on going)

188. Communicated with someone without sharing a common spoken language

189. Been elected to public office

190. Written your own computer language

191. Thought to yourself that you’re living your dream

192. Had to put someone you love into hospice care

193. Built your own PC from parts

194. Sold your own artwork to someone who didn’t know you

195. Had a booth at a street fair

196: Dyed your hair

197: Been a DJ

198: Found out someone was going to dump you via LiveJournal

199: Written your own role playing game

200: Been arrested

#bolding survey #Dos and wants #do and donts

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downfallofi · 5 years

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Some questions? Tagged by @yeahimlauren

Asked someone to marry you? - Haha yeah that didnt go the way I planned

Kissed one of your friends? - Truth or dare is a weird and eye opening game.

Danced on a table in a bar / tavern? - My Shrek giant ass would break it.

Ever told a lie? - I mean I try not to.

Had feelings for someone whom you can’t have? - This describes everyone I've liked or had a crush on, yes.

Ever kissed someone of the same sex? - Did more for me than them.

Kissed a picture? - Haha I used to be so cheesy like that.

Slept until 5pm? - Well I mean I work nights and try to sleep days so half of the time I sleep past 5.

Fallen asleep at work / school? - School? So long ago. Dont remember. Work? Yeah.

Held a snake? - Ahhh yeah I was nervous.

Been suspended from school? - Multiple, multiple times in middle school and high school for fighting people that made fun of my mom

Worked at a fast food chain / restaurant? - Second job was a McDonalds. The crew were awesome but for real... fuck fast food.

Stolen something? - I stole from Walgreens all the time, poverty and being in debt makes you desperate. Got caught tho. Loss prevention is a BITCH.

Been fired from a job? - Half of them.

Done something you regret? - I regret everything I have ever done ever

Laughed until something you were drinking came out of your nose? - Baha cant think of a time

Caught a snowflake on your tongue? - :,) yeah

Kissed in the rain? - I did live out my Nicholas Sparks fantasies once or twice

Sat on a roof top? - Last time I recall was to watch a meteor shower

Kissed someone you shouldn’t? - Haaaaa. >.<

Sang in the shower? - Every time.

Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on? - Tf kinda 80s teen movie shit

Shaved your head? - My dad used to make me get buzz cuts. >.<

Slept naked? - Haha boy when it gets hot in the summer I tend to. I pity the person that walks in sees that.

Made a boyfriend / girlfriend cry? - ...not intentionally that shit hurts my heart.

Shot a gun? - My father was teaching me to shoot with a 9 mil and a 12 gauge by the time I was 8

Still love someone you shouldn’t? - Ye.

Have / had a tattoo? - Just the one, shitty jailhouse style one done on my wrist in pen ink. Was super painful. I want more, like actual professional tattoos but ya know, poverty.

Liked someone, but will never tell who? - I tend to let people know very embarrassingly

Been too honest? - I'm always honest

Ruined a surprise? - I guess not?

Been told that you’re beautiful by someone who totally meant what they said? - Nobody thinks I'm beautiful, I've gotten so fucking chubby and gross looking.

Still have communication w/ your ex? - Depends which one. Jackie has me blocked. Me and Kris have a running DM thread whenever she needs to talk but her boyfriend is being an ass. It varies ya know.

Cheated on someone? - I would never, never fucking do that

Got so angry that you cried? - >.< yep

Tried to stay away from someone for their own good? - Mhm all the time

Thoughts about suicide? - I've tried to kill myself like 4 serious times and a handful of halfhearted and been in a hospital for it. I mean. Woops

Gotten totally drunk during a holiday? - 😅People experience holidays not drinking??

Had a girlfriend / boyfriend? - Sigh. Once upon a time.

Thoughts about murder? - In my secret darkest of hearts maybe

How about mass murder? - This uh, this question thread got a little dark didnt it

Stalked someone? - only on social media maybe just a little

Tag Mutuals? Ummm idk @whatevski @apocalypticdream @beautifullyoverwhelming anyone who wanted to

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dolly-karger-wannabe · 5 years

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bold what applies to you in 2019

Appearance

I have/had piercings besides the ears. I have a scar. I tan easily. I wish my hair was a different colour. I have friends who have never seen my natural hair color. I have/want a tattoo. I can be self-conscious about my appearance. I have/had braces I have more than two piercings.

Embarrassment

Disney movies still make me cry sometimes. I’ve laughed so hard I’ve cried. I’ve glued my hand to something. I’ve laughed until some kind of beverage came out of my nose I’ve had my pants rip in public. I’ve touched something sharp/hot/etc to see if it would hurt.

Health

I’ve gotten stitches. I’ve broken or dislocated a bone. I’ve had my tonsils removed. I’ve had my wisdom teeth removed. I’ve had chicken pox.

Travel

I’ve been to Florida. I’ve driven/ridden over 200 kilometres in one day. I’ve been on a plane. I’ve been to California. I’ve been to Asia. I’ve been to Niagara Falls. I’ve been to Vanuatu or the Mystery Islands. I’ve been to the Caribbean. I’ve been to Europe.

Experiences

I’ve gotten lost in my city. I’ve seen a shooting star. I’ve wished on a shooting star. I’ve seen a meteor shower. I’ve gone out in public in my pajamas. I’ve pushed all the buttons on an elevator. I’ve slapped someone. I’ve kissed someone underwater. I’ve chugged something. I’ve crashed a car. I’ve been skiing. I’ve been in a musical. I’ve auditioned for something. I’ve been on stage. I’ve caught a snowflake on my tongue. I’ve sat on a rooftop at night. I’ve pranked someone. I’ve ridden in a taxi.

Honesty / Crime

I’ve been threatened to be arrested. I’ve done something I promised someone I wouldn’t. I’ve done something I promised myself I wouldn’t. I’ve snuck out. I’ve lied about my whereabouts. I’ve cheated while playing a game. I’ve been in a fist fight.

Death

I’m afraid of dying. I hate funerals. I’ve seen someone/something die. Someone close to me has attempted/committed suicide. I have attempted suicide. I’ve thought about suicide before. I’ve written a eulogy for myself.

Materialism

I own over 5 rap CD’s. I’m obsessed with anime/manga. I collected comic books. I own a lot of makeup. I own something from Pac Sun. I own something from The Gap. I own something I got on E-Bay. I own something from Abercrombie. I thrive on compliments. I thrive on hate.

Random

I’ve stolen a tray from a fast food restaurant. I open up to others easily. I watch the news occasionally or always. I don’t like to kill bugs. I sing in the shower. I’m a morning person. I’m a sports fanatic. I twirl my hair. I care about grammar. I love to spam friends. I’ve copied more than 30 CD’s in a day. I bake well. My favourite colour is either white, yellow, pink, blue, red, black, purple, or orange. I would wear pajamas to school. I like Martha Stewart. I laugh at my own jokes. I eat fast food weekly. I can’t sleep if there’s a spider in the room. I’m really ticklish. I like white chocolate. I bite/used to bite my nails. I’m good at remembering names. I’m good at remembering dates. I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life.

People

..used to ask if I was anorexic/bulimic. ..called me fat. ..have said I’m skinny. ..have said I’m ugly. ..have said I’m pretty. ..have spread rumors about me. ..force me to eat. ..say I eat too much. ..say I eat too little.

Eating

I’ve lost weight. I’ve gained weight. I’m at my thinnest. I’m at my biggest. I’ve lost weight and kept it off. I’ve lost weight, but gained it back. My weight affects my mood. I diet. I am/was a vegan/vegetarian. I exercise. I’ve fainted from exhaustion. I’ve been diagnosed with an eating dosorder

Family

I’ve sworn at my parents. I’ve planned to run away from home before. I’ve run away from home. I have a sibling less than one year old. I want kids in the future. I’ve had kids. I’ve lost a child.

Relationships

I’m engaged. I’m married. I’m single. I’ve gone on a blind date. I have/had a friend with benefits. I miss someone right now. I have a fear of abandonment. I’ve gotten divorced. I’ve had feelings for someone who didn’t have them back. Someone has/had feelings for me when I didn’t have them back. I’ve told someone I loved them when I didn’t. I’ve told someone I didn’t love them when I did. Someone’s told you they loved you when you didnt love them back. I’m a cuddler. I’ve been kissed in the rain. I’ve hugged a stranger. I’ve kissed a stranger.

Bad times

I regularly drink. I can’t swallow pills I can swallow numerous pills at a time without difficulty. I’ve been diagnosed with depression at some point. I have/had anxiety problems. I shut others out when I’m upset. I don’t have anyone to talk to when I’m upset about something personal. I have taken/take anti-depressants. I’ve slept an entire day before. I’ve plotted revenge.

#wowww #personal

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chocolatequeennk · 6 years

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Always Her Doctor, 4/6

John Tyler is a teacher at Farringham, but he’s been dreaming of another life–the life of an adventure known as the Doctor. When Marion Smith appears in Farringham, he’s immediately drawn to her. And why not? Marion Smith is the mirror image of Rose Tyler–the Doctor’s wife.

Reunion set during Human Nature/Family of Blood, with Christmas overtones.

This was part of @doctorroseprompts 31 Days of Ficmas. Now it fills the episode AU prompt from April.

Yes, this is now 6 chapters instead of 5.

AO3 | FF.NET | TSP | Ch 1 | Ch 2 | Ch 3

After saying goodnight to John in the entryway, Rose practically floated up the stairs to her room. It had been so long since she’d had the simple pleasure of kissing her husband.

She closed her eyes and pressed her fingers to her lips. He’d been hesitant at first, almost shy. But when she’d sighed his name against his lips and combed her fingers through his hair, he’d shivered and let his suppressed memories of kissing her guide him. The sudden passion in his embrace had made Rose weak at the knees, and he’d gathered her close when she’d swayed against him.

In the end, the cold air seeping through their clothes had kept them from straying farther than a 1913 gentleman would go without being married. And while Rose chafed at the customs on one hand, a larger part of her wanted the Doctor to truly remember their entire past when they made love again.

Rose sighed and turned down the hallway her room was on, and an instant later, all of her soft, romantic thoughts were forgotten. Her door was ajar, letting light spill out into the hall.

Glancing around, she grabbed a figurine off of a curio cabinet. It wouldn’t do much to protect her if an enemy was in her room, but it was better than being unarmed.

She crept down the hallway, then took a deep breath and pushed the door open. The air rushed out of her lungs immediately, and she tossed the figurine onto the bed.

“You scared me, Martha,” she said to the woman sitting in the rickety wooden chair.

Martha raised an eyebrow. “I’ve been waiting for you for twenty minutes. I thought you’d be here when I got back, since Mr. Tyler was so concerned about getting you back where it was warm.”

Rose pushed the door shut, then started taking off her warm winter clothes. “We stopped for a bit and watched the meteor shower,” she said vaguely, though she knew her pink cheeks probably gave away the truth.

Martha snorted. “I’m pretty sure you were doing more than star-gazing,” she said drily.

Rose considered her answer as she hung up her coat and scarf. On one hand, it wasn’t any of Martha’s business. She and John were both consenting adults—married consenting adults, even. But on the other hand, she needed to work with Martha to keep the Doctor safe for the next two weeks. Maybe they’d better talk about this now.

“We might have done,” she said, keeping her voice even. She wished she had a way to make tea. It would warm her up and make this conversation more pleasant. “Why does that bother you so much, Martha?”

Martha shook her head. “Because John Tyler will only be here for another two weeks. Don’t you think the Doctor will be upset if he gets back and you’ve fallen in love with another man?”

Rose’s eyes widened. All of Martha’s vaguely antagonistic comments over the last few weeks suddenly made sense. If she didn’t think John was the Doctor…

She took the other chair and studied Martha for a moment, wondering how best to help her understand. He was always the Doctor, no matter what.

The memory of her own confusion after the Doctor’s regeneration came to her, and she nodded once. “When I met the Doctor, he didn’t look anything like what he looks like now.”

Martha rolled her eyes. “I know. He wore pinstripes instead of tweed and a long brown overcoat.”

Rose shook her head. “Try jumpers and a leather coat.” She pictured her first Doctor’s face, with his big ears and bright blue eyes. “There’s this thing Time Lords can do when they’re about to die. It’s called regeneration. It saves their lives, but they have to change every cell of their bodies. They get a whole new face.”

Martha frowned. “I think the Doctor started to tell me about that a few months back,” she said. “We were… well, long story, but there was a chance he could die. And he told me there was a thing… but he never got to finish the sentence.”

Rose’s fingers clenched into the fabric of her dress at the thought that the Doctor had come so close to regenerating while she was gone. But she forced herself to relax and continue with the story.

“I was… so in love with him. And then he changed right in front of me. I didn’t understand at first, but it only took me a day to realise that he is the same man, always.”

She stared at Martha and thought she saw a glimmer of understanding in the other woman’s eyes. “I haven’t fallen in love with another man. John Tyler is the Doctor. And he is always my Doctor, whether he has two heads or no head, or…” She let out a loud breath and ran a hand through her hair. “If he regenerated as a woman. They would still be my Doctor, and I would still love them.”

The room was silent for several minutes, Martha thinking and Rose waiting. Finally, Martha shrugged and looked up at Rose. “All right. I still don’t get it, but he’s an alien, and you’re his wife. If you say he’s still the Doctor…”

Rose smiled, then leaned forward across the table. “Now, I’m guessing you’re actually here to tell me what you found.”

Martha sighed and shook her head. “Jenny and I went to Cooper’s field, where it looked like the shooting star had landed. There was nothing there—just a big open space.”

“But there should have been something,” Rose argued. “Even if it was just what was left of a meteor.”

“I know. But there was nothing there,” Martha repeated.

A static charge ran down Rose’s back, making the hairs on her arms stand up. She’d experienced this more than once at Torchwood. Mickey had called it her Spidey-sense, and each time they listened to her inklings of danger, it had saved lives.

“A big, open field…” Rose stood up and started pacing. “An open field would be the perfect place to land a spaceship,” she muttered.

“But there was nothing—unless it was cloaked,” Martha said, realising it before Rose could tell her.

“Exactly.” Rose stood in front of the fireplace, enjoying the warmth of the dying flames. “Every instinct I have is screaming at me to get him into the TARDIS and have him open the watch, but I know the Doctor chose to hide for a reason. Until I know for certain that they’ve found us…”

“I can go back to the TARDIS tomorrow and watch the video again,” Martha offered. “I know he talks about what to do if the Family finds us.”

Rose nodded. “And I’ll get the watch from John’s study. I’d feel better if I had it with me at all times.” She smiled wryly. “Since I got here over a month after you and John started working at the school, the Family shouldn’t suspect me of being associated with him at all.”

Martha glanced at the clock on the wall. “I should go to bed. Four o’clock comes awfully early.” She got up and walked to the door, then paused and looked back at Rose. “Rose? We will keep the Doctor safe. I promise.”

Rose sank onto the bed after Martha left and rubbed her hands over her face. She wanted to believe Martha’s reassurances, but it was hard when she could literally feel the danger lurking around the corner.

Bad Wolf. The ability to feel timelines moving around her had only started after the Game Station. She and the Doctor had barely begun exploring all the changes the Vortex had caused in her before Canary Wharf.

She bit her lip. She hadn’t been exaggerating when she’d told Martha she wanted to run to John and make him open the watch right this minute.

But the Doctor had hidden himself away for a reason, and after watching the video on a loop, she thought she understood.

If the Family were allowed to possess the body of a Time Lord, they would have a nearly immortal life. And with that life, they would roam across the galaxy, causing destruction wherever they went.

As a human, John was vulnerable. He could be killed. But the damage that could be done to the universe with the power of a Time Lord outweighed the danger to his life.

She had to choose to save the world, even if it meant losing him.

oOoOo

John watched the clock on the wall as it ticked the seconds off. It had only been eleven hours, twelve minutes, and two… three… four seconds since he’d said good night to Marion, but every minute without her in his arms seemed impossibly long.

Thankfully, he was giving the final exam in his first class of the day. Trying to lecture when his mind was wholly focused on waiting for the bell to ring would have been impossible.

He bit back a sigh and shoved his hands through his hair. Not that watching the clock is much better.

Finally, the second hand landed on the twelve for the last time, and the bell rang through the hallways. John leapt to his feet, ignoring the titters of laughter that drew from the boys.

“Everyone, pass your exams to the front of the row, please.” John waited impatiently for the exams to reach the front of the room, where he hurriedly gathered them. “And now you are dismissed.”

The boys gathered their belongings and filed out of the class, a second reminder unnecessary. The Christmas holidays would start tomorrow, and they were all eager to leave the school behind for a month.

As soon as the classroom was empty, John returned to his room, walking as quickly as he could with any sense of decorum. He stuffed the tests into a drawer of his desk, then collected the day’s rose from the vase on his desk.

The library was rather inconveniently located on the opposite side of the building from his room. At least with class in session, the hallways were empty enough that John felt free to move at a brisk jog, instead of a more sedate, professorial pace.

He was halfway there, mind filled with the imagined smile Marion would greet him with, when a sly voice stopped him.

“Where are you racing off to in such a hurry, Mr. Tyler?”

John slowed and looked over his shoulder at the tall senior boy loitering in the hallway. “Why aren’t you in class, Baines?” he asked, rather than answer the question.

Baines pushed off the wall and sauntered over to him, an insolent sneer on his face. “I forgot my book in my room.” He raised the thick volume he carried. “Mr. Carothers gave me leave to go back for it.”

John would have recognised the lie even if Baines hadn’t raised his eyebrow in an obvious challenge for him to call him on it. But the tug to be with Marion again overruled his normally strict attitude about rule-following.

“Well, you have it now. Best get to class before I have to tell Mr. Carothers that you dawdled.”

Instead of answering, Baines stepped closer to John and sniffed. John leaned away from him and stared the lad in the eyes. “Anything the matter, Baines?”

Brown eyes darkened, and a furrow appeared in between his eyebrows. “I thought…” He shook his head. “No, sir. Nothing, sir.”

“Then do as I said and get to class,” John said, his impatience making his voice sharp. Baines sketched a salute, then wheeled around and marched off.

“Impudent boy,” John muttered as he watched him go.

And then he felt the soft glow of Marion’s presence pull him forward, and all thoughts of Baines were forgotten.

oOoOo

Rose watched the clock above the library door as the second class period ticked away. John was usually here by now, and even though she could tell through their muted bond that he was fine, anxiety crept over her with each passing minute.

“Excuse me, Miss Smith?”

Rose started when Timothy Latimer called her name in a louder voice than she’d ever heard him use. “Library voices, Mr. Latimer,” she admonished.

His ears turned red, but he didn’t look away. “I apologise, Miss, but I tried to call your name three times before you heard me.”

It was Rose’s turn to blush. “Then the apology is mine, Timothy. What did you need?”

“I wanted to know if I could take a book home with me over the holiday. I haven’t finished reading about the Boxer Rebellion.”

“Of course,” Rose said, only feeling a twinge of guilt for the next librarian. She, Martha, and the Doctor would all be long gone before the next term began—as long as she could keep the Doctor’s watch safe.

Timothy narrowed his eyes, but before Rose could ask if something was wrong, a familiar figure appeared in the doorway. The brown hair was more unruly than John usually kept it, and years of watching the Doctor rake his hand through his hair told Rose exactly how he had gotten so disheveled.

The wide, beaming smile he gave her as he strode across the room was still the same, and Rose returned it automatically. My Doctor. He was here. He was still fine. She didn’t need to worry… and she wouldn’t, as soon as she had the watch in her hands.

Rose hardly noticed Timothy subtly edging away from her. John held out her rose of the day, and she brought it to her nose to sniff at the delicate pink petals.

“It’s beautiful, John.” She half-turned and added it to the full vase on her desk.

John caught her hand and brought it to his lips. “Not as beautiful as you, Marion.”

His low, intimate voice affected Rose exactly as she knew he had hoped. She’d heard that voice in her dreams, whispering sweet nothings and seductive promises in her ear.

She twisted her wrist so she could lace her fingers through his, then stepped closer to him and stretched up to whisper in his ear.

“Flatterer.”

He shook his head, and she could feel his breath against her cheek. “Never.”

“Good-bye, Mr. Tyler, Miss Smith.” Timothy smiled wryly at them when they jumped apart and dropped each other’s hands. “Mr. Tyler, I still need to return the book I borrowed from you on Mafeking. Will you be in your study this afternoon?”

John tugged on his red ear. “Yes, of course Mr. Latimer. Ah, thank you for… being so conscientious.”

Rose felt her cheeks grow hot when Timothy barely managed to hide his smile as he hurried out of the library. John turned to her after he was gone, an embarrassed smile on his face.

“I suppose we ought to be thankful Latimer was the only student here,” he said ruefully.

“And I suppose we shouldn’t count on being that lucky next time,” Rose added, completing his thought.

They shared a smile, then John brought her hand to his lips and pressed a kiss to it. “I think I ought to get back to my study.”

“So soon?” Rose protested. He usually stayed until almost the end of the class period, even though it meant he stayed up late into the night grading papers and writing his lectures.

John shook his head. “If I stay much longer, I won’t be able to stop myself from pulling you into a secluded corner of the library so I can kiss you again.”

He chuckled when Rose’s mouth dropped open. “I’ll see you this evening at 7:00, so we can go to the dance.”

Rose tilted her head and pursed her lips. “There’s one question I haven’t asked, John. Do you actually know how to dance?”

A wicked gleam lit his eyes, then John leaned forward to whisper in her ear. “Well, I’ve got the moves, but I wouldn’t want to boast.”

Then he straightened up and winked at her, before spinning around and walking out of the room—leaving a very flustered Rose Tyler in his wake.

oOoOo

Tim stood outside Mr. Tyler’s study and went over his plan once more. Miss Smith’s anxious thoughts that morning had been as clear to him as if she’d been speaking. Both she and Mr. Tyler—or the Doctor, as she called him—had been kind to him, and he wanted to help if he could. Hopefully, once he was in Mr. Tyler’s room, he would know what to do.

He straightened his shoulders, then knocked firmly on the door. It opened a moment later, and Mr. Tyler blinked down at him.

“Yes, Timothy?”

Tim held up the book. “I told you I would bring this back, sir,” he reminded, though he wouldn’t be surprised if his teacher hadn’t heard what he’d said.

Mr. Tyler frowned and took the book from him. He turned it over in his hands, then nodded when he saw the title. “Ah, yes. The Definitive Account of Mafeking by Aitchison Price.” He sounded just as surprised that he owned the volume as he had a month ago when Tim had borrowed it from him.

“Yes, sir. Thank you for suggesting I read it.” He hesitated. “And… And for your other suggestion,” he added. Letting his classmates and teachers truly see what he was capable of hadn’t been easy, but in the end, it had been easier than hiding.

“Part of my job as a professor,” Mr. Tyler said, and then stepped back to let Tim into the room.

The whispers started as soon as Tim passed through the doorway. He’d always been able to hear things other people couldn’t, known things he shouldn’t have known. It had gotten him in trouble more than once, but this time, it felt like someone else needed his help.

Tim belatedly realised he hadn’t replied to Mr. Tyler, and he pulled his attention away from the indiscernible voice. “Still, thank you. No other teacher took the time to notice.”

Mr. Tyler waved the book at him. “I told you you should be at the top of your class, didn’t I?” He turned and walked to the back of his room, before disappearing into the tiny closet he used as a library.

As soon as he was gone, Tim walked across the room to the fireplace. The voice was coming from this direction. “Yes, sir,” he said as he scanned the mantel, this time remembering to answer Mr. Tyler’s question.

The whispers were louder here, and when Tim pinpointed the source, his eyes widened. A watch, just like Miss Smith had been thinking about that morning.

“Aren’t you glad you stopped hiding who you are?” Mr. Tyler called from the closet.

At the same time, the voice in the watch became clear enough to understand. Take me. Hide me. Keep Rose safe.

Tim had only a moment to make up his mind. Once Mr. Tyler was back, his chance would be gone. He thought of the worry in Miss Smith’s eyes that morning, then snatched the watch up and dropped it into his pocket.

“Tim?”

He turned on his heel, his heart pounding wildly. “Yes sir?”

“I asked you a question.” Mr. Tyler raised his left eyebrow. “Aren’t you glad you stopped hiding who you are?”

Tim let out a slow breath and nodded once. “I am, sir,” he said truthfully.

Of course, now he was hiding something much more intriguing.

Mr. Tyler smiled and put his hand on his shoulder. “You’re a good man, Timothy Latimer. Don’t ever let anyone tell you otherwise.”

Tim stared up at his teacher, barely aware of what he’d said. Instead, his mind was filled with visions of Mr. Tyler and Miss Smith, running together hand in hand, always laughing.

“Thank you, sir,” he managed to promise, though his voice croaked a little.

Mr. Tyler pushed the door open, and Tim shuffled towards the hallway, his mind still buzzing with the sensation of the voice seeping out of the watch.

“Right then,” Mr. Tyler said. “If I don’t see you again before you leave, I hope you have a Happy Christmas, and I look forward to having you in class again next term.”

“Happy Christmas, sir,” Tim replied. Then he fled the room, the pilfered watch heavy in his pocket.

Instead of going to his room, he made for a tiny cupboard underneath the servants staircase that he’d discovered made an excellent hiding place. Once the door was shut behind him, he pulled the watch out of his pocket and turned it over, letting the light from the single bare bulb catch the polished silver from different angles.

His thumb rested against the catch, and he held his breath before pushing it. Golden light streamed into his little hidey-hole, along with more visions of Mr. Tyler and Miss Smith.

You are not alone. Keep me hidden.

Tim nearly dropped the watch when he heard the voice echoed in his mind, but he managed to catch it and snap it shut. That was Mr. Tyler’s voice.

He stared at the watch. Miss Smith was looking for this. She was worried about it.

I should take this to her.

As soon as he thought it, the voice in the watch disagreed. Danger is nearby. Keep Rose safe.

The desperate plea came through clearly, and once Tim grasped that Rose meant Miss Smith, he understood. He slid the watch back into his pocket, then peeked out of the cupboard and quickly walked down the hall. He would have to trust the Doctor to tell him when it was safe to take the watch to Rose.

oOoOo

John muttered curses under his breath as he undid the bowtie for the fifth time. The piece of silk was getting wrinkled, and he knew if he didn’t get it right this time, he would have to press it before he started again.

Luckily, a knock on his door distracted him and he stepped away from the mirror to open it. His mouth fell open when he saw Marion, a vision in red velvet. Her lip was caught between her teeth, and he wondered what on Earth she felt insecure about.

He held out his hand and pulled her into the room when she took it, leading her over to stand in front of the fireplace. “Marion, you are…” His gaze swept over her figure. “You are absolutely stunning, darling.”

Her cheeks turned pink. “Thank you, John. You’re looking dapper yourself—I love the charcoal grey pinstripes.”

John hummed and slid his hands into his jacket pockets. “I wanted something nicer than what I normally wear.”

Marion nodded, and now she seemed to be biting back a smile. “However, it looks like you aren’t quite ready to go,” she added, gesturing to the untied bowtie. “Do you need a hand?”

John sighed. “Would you? I’ve tried five times and can’t get the thing to work properly.”

Marion giggled and stepped closer to him, letting him catch a hint of the subtle perfume she wore. “Well lucky for you, I happen to be an expert.”

She reached for the silk, and a moment later, John’s heart stuttered when he felt her soft fingers brush against his jaw as she worked. He tried to train his gaze over the top of her head, but he couldn’t take his eyes off the bit of tongue that poked out of her mouth as she concentrated on her work.

It took her less than two minutes to get it tied, and then she brushed her hands down the lapels of his jacket, straightening it along the way. “There!” She beamed up at him. “Ready to go.”

John’s hands had found their way to Marion’s waist, and when she stepped back, he followed her.

She blinked, then her lips curved in an inviting smile. “We can’t linger too much longer,” she warned him as he leaned down.

He shook his head, brushing his nose against hers. “No one will notice if we’re a few minutes late.”

She laughed, and he felt the puff of air against his lips just before he kissed her. Marion slid her hands back over his chest to link them behind his neck, pulling him closer.

There was no hesitation or uncertainty in John’s kisses tonight. Rose tilted her head back as his lips moved lower, trailing kisses along her jaw and down her neck. Desire burned bright over their bond, and when John groaned against her throat, she knew he could feel it too.

She gasped when he ran his hands down her back, then lower still until they rested on her arse. She felt his lips curve up in a smile, and then he pulled her closer, instinctively seeking the friction they both craved.

Rose speared her fingers through his hair and brought his lips back to hers for a searing kiss. John touched her and kissed her in all the ways the Doctor had learned would undo her, and she was quickly forgetting the reasons why she shouldn’t lead him to the nearby bed.

Her fingers were hovering over his tie when the door burst open, banging off the wall. Rose gasped and whirled around as Martha skidded into the room.

“Martha—”

Rose put her hand on John’s arm before he could berate his friend. The fear in the other woman’s dark eyes made her stomach sink, and she was afraid she knew what Martha had to say.

“What is it, Martha?”

She nodded and took a deep breath. “They’ve found us. I’ve seen them.”

Rose spun around to grab the watch off the mantel while Martha kept talking.

“They look like people, like us, like normal. I’m sorry, but he’s got to open the watch. Where is it?”

Rose blinked, hoping that she just wasn’t seeing the watch and it would appear when she opened her eyes again. It didn’t.

“Not here,” she said, forcing the words past her numb lips.

“What do you mean, it’s not here?” Martha ran over and looked at the mantel herself. “Oh, my God. Where’s it gone? Where’s the watch?”

John stared at the two women standing with their backs to him. There was something deeply unsettling about the way their attention was fixated on the mantel and the supposedly missing watch.

“What are you talking about?” he asked testily.

They shared a long look, then turned around to face him. “You had a watch,” Martha said, pronouncing the words precisely. “A fob watch. Right there,” she added, pointing at the empty mantel.

“Did I?” John scratched at his cheek. “I don’t remember.”

Martha opened her mouth, but Marion put a hand on her arm, and after a moment, Martha pressed her lips into a thin line and nodded stiffly.

John watched warily as Marion walked over to him and took his hands in hers. Nothing this evening had gone the way he’d planned. They were supposed to be at the dance right now, twirling around the floor together and laughing with the giddiness of new love.

There was no giddiness in Marion’s eyes as she looked up at him, and John braced himself for whatever she was about to say.

“John, do you trust me?”

He blinked, then shook his head. “What?” That was so far from what he’d expected her to say; surely he’d heard wrong.

“Do you trust me?” she repeated, squeezing his hands to emphasise the words.

John smiled and relaxed a little. “Always. With everything I am.”

Marion’s eyes watered, and he let go of one of her hands to reach up and brush a few tears off her eyelashes. “That was an easy question,” he told her sincerely.

She took a deep breath, then nodded slowly. “The next part won’t be as easy, John,” she warned him. “I’m going to say things you won’t understand, but you need to trust me and do exactly as I say. Your life—all of our lives—depend on it.”

John felt like he was floundering in waters deeper than he could handle safely, but Marion’s steady gaze held his panic at bay. “What do we need to do?” he asked.

She smiled, then let go of his hands and paced in front of the fireplace. “We need to get back to the TARDIS,” she said decisively. “She can keep us safe, and we can use her scanner to search for the watch.”

“What if the Family already has the watch?” Martha asked.

None of the words they were using made any sense, but John could tell they meant something important. He watched Marion, waiting for her answer.

She shook her head. “Then it doesn’t matter where we go. They will take this planet, and every other planet. The whole universe will end in destruction.”

A heavy silence settled over the room, then Martha cleared her throat. “Well. Let’s hope they don’t, then.”

#ficandchips #ten x rose #dwfic #fic by Nancy #doctorroseprompts #cq's fic: always her doctor #reunion fic #human nature au #romance!#fluff!#adventure!#drama!

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Regrets

A/N: Hey guys, I know it's been a while, but I've been having a bit of a writer's block. So I decided to try something new and Regrets was born. Anyways hope you guys like it and enjoy!

“I still love you so much, and it hurts so bad because I know you don’t feel the same.”

If there was anything Bakugou normally didn't feel, it was regret.

Why would he? He was Bakugou fucking Katsuki. There wasn't shit that was even worth his time to feel regretful. Until there was… And it was all because of her.

Uraraka Ochako.

If Bakugou was being completely honest, he’d noticed her since their first day at UA. It would've been impossible not to notice someone who threw a softball all the way to space. Now that was impressive, even to him. Bakugou only lost interest when she hung around that damn nerd Deku and fucking Four-Eyes. If Uraraka wanted to waste her time being friends with someone as insignificant as Deku, then she wasn't worth his time.

Then the sports festival came around.

When it was time for their match, Bakugou had thought it was going to be an easy win. The match wouldn't even last ten seconds. Fuck, how he regretted not paying more attention to her during class. Uraraka just kept coming after him attack after attack, until she dropped that meteor shower on him. She almost got him. No, Bakugou almost lost against her.

After that, he couldn't stop noticing her. Everything little thing Uraraka did caught his attention. There were some nights Bakugou would stay up thinking about that fire he saw in her eyes – how he'd do anything to see it again.

How he knew she was the one for him.

Once Bakugou had her, he was never gonna let Uraraka go. As much as he loathed to admit, he’d finally gathered the courage to ask her out during their second year with the help – well, more like teasing – from Kirishima. That was another thing he regretted: not asking her out sooner. The relief he’d felt admitting his feelings to her – and when she felt the same – was incredible.

Their relationship was rocky at first. Honestly, what relationship wasn't? Bakugou had to work on letting her know what was on his mind while Uraraka had to learn to be patient. However, they worked through it.

By their third year of high school, Bakugou knew he was in love with her and she with him. They were their first everything: first date, first significant other, first kiss...even each other’s first lover.

Bakugou and Uraraka were the power couple at UA. Nothing could stop or get in between them. They were always going to be together. That was what everyone had thought by the time graduation came around.

That was before Bakugou realized how tough the competition was for the number one spot. His eyes were always set on being number one and he'd do everything he can to get there.

Even end his relationship…

Bakugou and Uraraka had been together for about four years and it was so perfect, but he couldn't let his obsession go. Suddenly, he wasn't spending as much time with her. It got to the point where they would go weeks without seeing or even talking to each other.

Uraraka tried to be patient. Gods, did she try. She knew how much it meant to him to be number one and she had supported him every step of the way. Every time Uraraka wanted to see him, Bakugou would state that he was too busy. Her smiles became frowns. Late night loving conversations turned to fights. That shine in Uraraka's eyes were no longer from determination, but unshed tears.

Uraraka had stayed because she loved him. That was all the reason she needed to stay, right? And it was. Until it wasn't.

One night, when Bakugou came home late at night to their shared apartment without so much as a greeting, Uraraka had enough. They fought that night, but this one was different from all the others. She gave him an ultimatum. Either Bakugou went back to being the man she fell in love with or she would walk out without looking back. It stunned him for a second, but he was too angry to think straight. He told her to go – see if he cared.

The look on her face killed him. Uraraka was true to her word and left. Bakugou knew he should've went after her, but his pride got in the way. It all became too real when he heard her cry and the door close.

Just another regret to add to the list.

Bakugou eventually became number one, but it wasn't how he’d imagined it would be. Sure, his dream had come true, but something was missing. His bed seemed too big, his apartment too empty, but most of all, his life no longer felt warm or happy.

Every time he saw Uraraka's name, his heart would break a little. Years later and that look on her face when she’d left still haunted him to this day. For fuck’s sake, he was Bakugou Katsuki. He had it all!

So why couldn't he keep it all?

The night Bakugou found out about her engagement, Kirishima had yelled at him about how he should've done more when he’d her. Gods, he fucking knew that, but there was nothing he could do about it now. When Kirishima asked him if he still loved her, he regretted not answering him. As soon as his best friend left, Bakugou destroyed everything he got his hands on and screamed as long as he could until there was nothing left in his apartment he could break.

Tired, exhausted, and broken, Bakugou silently cried himself to sleep that night.

Bakugou was home, watching her wedding on TV. She was a pro-hero, fucking Uravity. Of course the public would want to watch her get married. He received the invitation to go, but he was too much of a coward.

As soon as he saw her walk down that aisle with that beautiful dress, he thought she looked like an angel.

Everything came flooding to him – everything he’d tried so damn hard to forget. All their memories, the happy moments, the love they felt for each other, the nights they stayed up talking – all of it. And it was suddenly all too much for him.

Why did Bakugou had to be so fucking stubborn? Why did he let his pride, ego, and stupid obsession get in the way to the greatest person that had ever walked into his life?

Gods, the pain he felt then when she said, “I do”. Wishing he was the one who got to spend the rest of his life being her husband.

If there was ever an emotion Bakugou Katsuki normally didn't feel, it was regret. But he felt it now. However, his greatest regret was letting Uraraka Ochako walk away that night.

Oh, how much he wished he was hers again...

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