#she still won’t give his Ramons shirt back

[peggy-sue-reads-a-book]

Can’t decide if Aphrodite and Hermes named their baby after their ship name out of laziness or what, but it’s bad.

[bringmebackdude]

Heaven

Pairing: Duff Mckagan x Reader

Concept: 

Word count: 1,141

(some fluff, angst)

The tall clumsy blonde closed the door behind him, trying not to make a loud noise with his presence, but his cowboy boots thought otherwise. The thumps of the heels hitting the wood echoed through the apartment, still, you were too deep in your sleep to hear he was back. He knew you would be mad because he had left almost ten hours ago when he promised it was just a couple of drinks. It wasn’t the anger that scared him, it was the disappointment that used to peak in your beautiful eyes. Those eyes he promised to never see them turn dull.

“Shit!” he exclaimed in a whisper after accidentally pushing a chair. His body stood still, waiting to hear the creaking of the bed as you woke because of his dizziness, but there was no noise.

Regardless of how much alcohol was in his system, fear invaded his being. What if she left? The dark brown dusty boots made their way to the bedroom you shared with him, he was uncertain if he could bear the idea of you not being around anymore. And it was all his fault. Hazel eyes stared at the wooden boards, before gathering the courage to look at the bed, finding the beautiful woman who would wake them gleam every time their sight was set on her. Your soft hair spread across the pillow, pink lips slightly parted, with blue sheets that covered your delicate body. He was so lucky. Quickly taking his shoes and pants off, he jumped under the covers, softly wrapping his arms around you and pulling the weight so he could cuddle you. 

You snuggled up to him, eliciting a smile from him, who left a sweet kiss on your forehead. With the tour, recordings, rehearsals, and parties, Duff easily got caught up in the wild rockstar life, sometimes forgetting the most important part of it. The one he was grateful to the universe for crossing into his path. His life changed completely when he met you; found a confidant, a best friend, a shoulder to cry on, a person who would never judge him if it wasn’t for the best, a lover, the worst joker ever, but most importantly, the love of his life. 

Michael was so unfamiliar with true love from someone who wasn’t a relative, his previous relationships weren’t the worst, but the feelings between him and the ex-girlfriends were almost uncomfortable on some occasions. He was invaded by joy when little moments returned to his memory, those when he was sober. When you cooked his favorite food, the time you finally played a full song on a guitar after he spent weeks teaching you, and the time you helped him bleach his hair after you insisted he looked way hotter with his natural blonde mane. Two years of being with (Y/N) , the one his sisters adored and loved having her home for a visit, the one who baked Christmas cookies with his mother and buy him, the one who would buy him an ugly sweater to match together at dinner. This was the girl his family looked forward to his marrying, as well as he. Heaven was a place on Earth beside her. I’m not giving you up.

The next morning, your arm reached to the other side of the bed, looking for the warmth of your boyfriend’s body, once again finding the side empty and cold. It wasn’t a surprise, there were plenty of times when Duff would prefer to crash at Slash’s or Izzy’s place so you wouldn’t see how drunk he was. So, like any other day, you got out of bed, grabbed some underwear, and walked straight to the shower, trying to avoid all those thoughts that plagued you. What if he slept with someone else? What if something bad happened to him? Maybe I should call Slash just to make sure he’s alright. Although all those previous times the same questions came to your head, he always walked through the door like a drunk mess, but safe. And that’s all you needed, for him to come back home, safe and sound, to you. A long black shirt with the Ramones logo was your choice of an outfit to leave your bedroom, lazily walking out of this one and smelling the sweet scent of food being cooked. Who’s cooking? No one stayed last night and the only one who had an extra key to the apartment was the band’s manager. You found the silhouette of your boyfriend facing the stove, and he made the gesture of moving something that was in front of him.

“G’morning.”

He quickly turned around, giving you that pearly smile you loved so much, “G’morning, beautiful” returning to his previous position.

“You didn’t come home last night” the words slipped out of your mouth.

“I did but it was pretty late, Slash was having problems with Renee.”

You didn’t respond, because you couldn’t care less about other people’s relationship problems while dealing with yours.

“I made breakfast...” putting a plate in front of you with a stash of fluffy pancakes, maple syrup dripping on the sides with chopped walnuts on the top.

“We didn’t have any walnuts” you looked at the food in front of you, it wasn’t burnt or messy. They looked almost like the ones iHop advertised.

“Steven went to the market early this morning with me, you like ‘em right?” he sat on the chair that was facing you from the other side of the table.

There was silence for a few seconds, “Duff, I’m not sure I can keep doing this. Pancakes are not going to mend months of heavy drinking and finding you passed out outside the building.”

“It won’t happen again, (y/n)”

“You keep telling me that, but it’s always the same story!” the silverware made a loud noise when you dropped them on the table, anguished.

“I know baby, and I’m so sorry.” He quickly kneeled beside you, intertwining his fingers with yours. There was despair in his eyes, something you haven’t seen before, and that awakened hope within you.

“You need to go to rehab,” Releasing one of your hands, you caressed his face, feeling his soft skin mixed with some acne scars from his teenage years, “tour is over, you need to get better, sweetheart.”

“Yes, I will, but I can do it myself” he nodded, moving his sight to face your palm and give it a soft kiss. “I promise” saying those magic words, those you hoped meant what they were. The bassist stood up, leaning towards you, and kissed your lips.

A weak smile appeared on your face, really wanting to believe him. You were giving him another chance to have your whole heart in his hands. Deep inside knowing he was falling straight to the void of alcoholism if he wasn’t already in it, and that you would keep helping him, even if it meant getting swept away too..

[mosylufanfic]

Of Omens and Apple Peels

High school fluff! This idea came from a podcast about Halloween superstitions, but I don’t think this one was tied to Halloween.

Of Omens and Apple Peels

Caitlin set her tray down next to Iris. "Um," she said. "Why do you have a vegetable peeler and five apples in your lunch bag?"

"Because this school won't let me have a knife," Iris said, picking up the first apple and starting to peel it with her tongue sticking out the corner of her mouth. 

Caitlin paused with her piece of cardboardy cafeteria pizza halfway to her mouth. "Did you finally crack under the weight of four AP classes? Are you planning to murder a teacher with a vegetable peeler?"

"Oh my god, no." 

"Darn. I was hoping it was Mr. Wells. You should have seen him in class today. He was a complete tool."

Iris shook her head. "I can't believe how many people in this school think butter wouldn't melt in your mouth."

Caitlin shrugged and bit into her pizza. "They're not paying attention. But seriously, what is this?"

“It’s for the paper. I have to write a story on folk superstitions.”

“I thought you were going to find out why the baseball team stayed at a Marriott and the debate team stayed at a no tell motel.”

"I asked," Iris said. "But Mr. Bridges mumbled something about budgets and alumni and assigned me this."

Caitlin watched as she started peeling the first apple. "What folk superstition is this, exactly?"

"Supposedly, if a girl peeled an apple and threw the peel over her left shoulder, it would land in the shape of her future husband's initial."

"How would an apple know?"

Iris shrugged. "Magic?" She nodded at her notebook. "I have a whole list of these. Most of them are about husbands."

Caitlin read a few. "God, girls were totally fixated on romance in the old days."

"I don't think it was romance, exactly," Iris said. "I mean, think about it. Girls couldn't go to college, they couldn't do most jobs, and their male relatives controlled all their money and property. Getting married was basically the only chance a girl had at a safe and secure life. So who you'd marry was, like, a big thing."

Caitlin pondered that, chewing pizza. “When you put it like that . . . But I still don’t know how an apple is supposed to know anything.”

Iris shrugged. “Maybe it’s one of those power of suggestion things. Anyway.” She’d finished peeling the apple, keeping the peel all in one piece. It was harder than it looked. “All right, here’s the test.” She picked up the peel, double-checked her notes - yep, left shoulder - and flung it.

They both twisted around and leaned over the peel on the linoleum floor.

“Is that a . . . G?” Caitlin said doubtfully.

“I think it’s more like a B,” Iris said. “Like. Lower case.”

“Try it again.”

Iris did. 

“Okay, that’s an O.”

“No,” Iris said. “You see where the peel sort of flopped back? I think that’s an A.”

“Lower case again?”

“Okay, snotty pants, you try.”

“Fine, I will.” Caitlin picked up the peel. 

“Nope, you have to peel the apple.” Iris shoved the peeler and a new apple at her.

“Oh my god, this guy better be worth it,” Caitlin muttered.

They talked about classes and the upcoming Halloween dance while Caitlin struggled with peeling the apple. She broke the peel twice, but finally got a peel long enough to give her something other than an I. “Okay, here goes,” she said.

“Left shoulder!”

“Ugh! Okay.” She tossed it.

“Whoa!” said a voice. “What was that for?"

They both twisted around to see Cisco Ramon brushing the apple peel off his shirt, looking puzzled.

Caitlin went a shade of pink Iris had never seen on her before. "I'm so sorry!" she squeaked. "I didn't see you there."

"Nice to know you're not throwing garbage on me on purpose." He grinned to take the sting out of his words.

"It's not garbage, it's this - it's a silly - "

"That thing with the apple peel where it shows who you're gonna marry?"

Caitlin goggled. "You know about that?"

He shrugged. "I read." He squinted down at the peel at his feet. "You know any guys whose name starts with - huh. Is that an E?"

"Oh no," Iris said sweetly. "That's got to be a C. Caitlin doesn't believe in the lower case."

Caitlin squeaked like a rubber mouse.

Cisco arched a brow. "Strange hill to die on, but I respect it." He pointed at Caitlin's tray. "Did you really get the pizza? On purpose?"

"The other choice was mac and cheese."

He cringed. "Ugh. Rubber hoses in glue? Pizza it is." But he lingered, as if he didn't want to leave.

"Hey, you should sit with us," Iris said. "We've got room."

Caitlin squeaked again.

"I think I will," Cisco said. "Thanks for the invite. Be right back." 

Caitlin swatted her. "What was that?"

"What do you mean? I should be asking that." Iris clasped her hands under her chin and fluttered her lashes. "Ohhhhh Ciiiiiisco. I'm sooo sorryyyyy!"

"Shut up! I didn't sound like that. Did I sound like that?"

Iris snickered. "You think he's cute, don't you?"

"A lot of people think he's cute," Caitlin muttered, biting into her peeled apple.

"Well, he thinks you're cute. You should find out if he has a date to the dance yet."

Caitlin blushed all the way to her hairline, but tossed her hair. "I will if you go ask a certain someone in your chem class."

It was Iris's turn to blush. "I don't know who you're talking about."

"Don't you? Miss 'oh no, that's totally a B if it's lower case! And that can't be anything but an A!'" Caitlin grinned slyly. "Like Barry Allen?"

"Shut up!" Iris squealed, throwing apple peel at her.

A lunch monitor came over and yelled at them at that point, and took away Iris's vegetable peeler. Because apparently it was a deadly weapon? Whatever. Iris already had done enough of an experiment to write about. 

Obviously it was just superstition. But as she watched her friend smile and blush as she talked to Cisco Ramon, Iris had to wonder if the apple peel knew what it was doing.

FINIS

[datleggy]

Adore You 1.

based on this prompt: Eddie's parents come to visit unexpectedly. They barge into his bedroom as parents often do and are stunned to see Eddie, Buck, and Chris together holding each other in bed. They're about to freak out when they notice that Buck is bruised and bandaged, Chris is clinging to him and Eddie is super protective. Eddie's parents are floored when Eddie explains that some evil bastard tried to attack Chris with a bat and Buck shielded him, getting beat to hell. It's clear Eddie won't let Buck go

It’s supposed to be a surprise. A fun surprise—planned by Helena, of course, Ramon isn’t really the type to act on a whim, but Helena loves the impulsiveness of it all, and he loves her and so here they are.

It’s late at night now, because their flight was delayed by a couple of hours, but thankfully today is a Friday, which means Christopher doesn’t have school in the morning. Helena feels a little less guilty about barging in so late, knowing her grand kid can sleep in the next day while she makes his favorite blueberry waffles.

“It’s almost ten o’clock.” Ramon says, glancing worriedly at his wrist watch as his wife digs into her purse for their copy of Eddie’s house keys. “Maybe this should wait til morning, no?”

Helena triumphantly retrieves the keys and grins. “Shh, it’s fine. It has to be today.” she half whispers, opening the door, trying to make as little noise as humanly possible. She’s only got two more hours to wish her son a happy birthday, after all, before it passes. It’s ninety percent of the reason they’re even here!

If Ramon and Helena weren’t so focused on being sneaky, on making sure their steps are light as can be, they might have noticed the fact that roughly two weeks ago their son invited a third person to come live with him. But they’re too busy shushing one another, so they ignore all the traces of an unfamiliar occupant in the house.

Helena has the decency to knock on her son’s door, giving him just a few seconds of notice before throwing it open and shouting “Surprise!”

The surprise is all hers, however, as the door swings open to reveal her grandson crammed in the bed, between Eddie and…his coworker?

Ramon blinks, shocked, “What the hell is going on—”

Eddie is out of bed and practically shoving his parents out of the room within seconds, shielding his boys out of view and slamming the door shut behind him. “What are you guys even doing here right now?” he demands to know, forcibly leading them away from his bedroom and towards the end of the hall.

Helena shakes her head. “We came to surprise you, Edmundo, for your birthday. But what is going on? Was that Buck in there? Your coworker? Why was he in bed with you and Christopher? Eddie that’s not–”

“Not any of your business.” Eddie crosses his arms over his chest, his jaw ticking. Helena can see that her son is itching to run back to his boys. She can see that the standoffish attitude is actually defensiveness, and she wonders why.

Ramon, who’s just as stubborn as their son, if not more so, immediately goes on the offense. “Don’t talk to your mother like that! Now tell me why–”

The bedroom door creaks open and Ramon sucks in a harsh breath when he sees the state of his son’s coworker. Buck is leaning precariously against the door frame, and now that he’s not under the covers, Ramon and Helena can see the brutal extent of the young mans injuries.

He’s wearing a pair of pajama pants and what looks to be one of Eddie’s sleeveless, oversized workout shirts. They can see the gauze wrapped around his chest, peeking through the holes of the sides of the shirt. There’s nasty bruising going all the way up from his clavicle to the nape of his neck. His right arm is black and blue, from his forearm down to his wrist, and the most alarming injury yet: the white gauze going around his head, stained red in the middle.

As awful as he looks, he’s still somehow standing, though just barely.

“Eddie, c’mon, don’t fight, it’s not a big deal, I can go, I’ll be fine.” Buck says, trying to disperse some of the tension in the air, among the Diaz family.

“Buck, no, there’s no way you’re leaving!” Eddie starts to say, clearly panicking, when Christopher interrupts, coming out of the room and clinging to Buck’s leg with all his might.

“Bucky no! Please! You can’t go!” he starts to cry, his little shoulders shaking.

Buck looks down, dismayed—he hates to see Christopher like this, but he’s only causing trouble right now, “It’s ok buddy, I promise, I’ll be fine, but it’s probably best if I go–”

“You will go.” Ramon says, his voice booming and authoritative. He can see his son start to argue with him, and even his wife begins to counter him, when Ramon finishes with, “Straight back to bed, young man. Vamos. You don’t look like you’re in any state to be going anywhere right now.”

Eddie blinks, shocked when both his parents start corralling Buck and Christopher back to his room. Helena stops just at the threshold and watches Ramon very carefully help a slightly dazed Buck back into bed. She turns back to her son and silently gestures for him to follow her into the kitchen, where they can speak privately.

-

[gloriainalbis]

Strangers

Part 2 - Anti-Social Behavior (S1E1)

Nathan Young x Reader  Words: 6.2k  Warnings: Swearing, mentions of sex, drugs, gore, death  Songs:  Beat on the Brat - Ramones  Shoplifters of the World Unite - The Smiths (And also, for shits and giggles…) Somebody Got Murdered - The Clash  

“So we will share this road we walk And mind our mouths and beware our talk”

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Masterlist | Ao3

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    The walk to the community center for your second day is brisk but significantly more enjoyable than being forced to listen to your father’s chastising. As you approach the group gathered by a new swath of graffiti on the side of the building, a window opens to your left and out climbs Nathan, who jumps to the ground and winces as the roll-up metal covering slams back down after him. “Nathan?” you ask, stopping in your tracks. “Ah!” He whips around to greet you with a guilty smile, clearly surprised. “Y/n! Good morning, I hope?” He starts walking with you to join the rest of the group. “Yeah, but what are you doin’ here?” “I have my reasons,” he explains vaguely, stretching his arms up and groaning as if he’s just gotten out of bed. He then pulls out a cigarette and sticks it between his teeth, completely failing to notice the giant red letters spelling out ‘I’M GOING TO KILL YOU’ as you walk past them. 

“This is a joke,” Curtis exclaims as you approach. “Did one of you do this?” He turns to look at you especially, and you suspect he overheard you yesterday telling Nathan and Kelly how you got your ASBO. “Hey, I’m all for street art and everything, but death threats aren’t really my scene.” “Death threat?” Nathan spins around until he sees the words. “Oh, well would you look at that!” He turns back to the group, glancing at each of you as if looking for an explanation. “Don’t look at me, ‘cuz I didn’t do it,” Kelly snaps at him. “I’ll tell you who did it, it’s that Banksy prick,” he offers. Alisha rolls her eyes, as do a few of the others. “There’s a hidden meaning. It’s like that monkey policeman with the banana and the Tesco’s bag.” “Maybe someone wants to kill us,” Simon speaks softly, looking uncomfortable at Nathan, who’s put an arm around him for some unknown reason. “Why would anyone want to kill us?” Kelly points out. You assume the threat was directed at the community center, not at you six specifically, but don’t really care to speak up. You’d probably be spending the day cleaning it off, so what does it matter who it’s meant for? “Come on, you lot, let’s get changed,” Tony directs, walking up suddenly. “Have you seen this?” Curtis points to the graffiti. Again. “Someone’s takin’ the piss.” “Yeah, it’s terrible, isn’t it? All this anti-social behavior.” Tony turns to look at you all suggestively. “Oh, is he having a dig at us?” Nathan smirks, mumbling through his cigarette. Alisha’s phone begins to ring and Tony jumps, instantly bursting with anger. “Right! That’s it, all of you, just give me your phones! No one’s making any more calls today. Now, come on!” He turns to Alisha first. “Uh-huh,” she scoffs. “Are you allowed to take out phones?” He grabs it out of her hands regardless as she giggles and snaps a picture of him. Kelly and Alisha lock eyes and snicker. Curtis gives his phone up willingly, Kelly tries to ignore him, but Tony grabs it out of her pocket, and Simon gives his up as well. He turns to Nathan. “I’m expecting a call from my mum,” he tries to reason, but Tony rips it from his hand. Nathan gapes at him, affronted. “Okay, take a message.” Then Tony turns to you. You make a point to look him in the eyes and raise your eyebrows to distract him as you press your phone into Nathan’s hand. You see him glance at you in confusion before catching on and pocketing it. “Haven’t got one,” you explain casually, holding up your empty hands. You can swear Tony growls as he reaches out to feel your pockets. “Damn, is that even legal?” you half-whisper. To your right, Nathan bites his lip to keep from smiling and giving you away. It works. Tony huffs and lumbers back to the community center. Curtis flips up his hood and follows suit. “Wanker,” Kelly sneers as she strolls past Tony. Nathan watches to make sure they leave. “That was brilliant!” He gushes as soon as Tony’s out of earshot, handing you your phone. “It was nothing,” you brush off, starting to follow behind the others. “You can use it to phone your mum if you’d like.” “Oh, no, that’s alright.” He looks away, staring at his feet as he walks. “Are you sure?” you ask. You hadn’t snuck the phone past Tony only for him, but it was, you know, a good upside. And you aren’t sure what other opportunities he would have to use it, now that Tony thought he’d taken all the phones. “Yeah, she won’t call.” You can tell that he’s trying to sound like he doesn’t care. But, you’re learning this quickly, Nathan isn’t exactly the best liar. “I won’t ask.” You wonder what the situation is, but don’t want to pry. Nathan smiles.     Back at the locker rooms, everyone begins changing into their jumpsuits. Alisha situates herself in front of the mirror and begins to fiddle. She pops up her collar, undoes the top few buttons of her jumpsuit, and combes at her hair, fluffing it up. Kelly, having already changed, is lighting what looks to be either a hand-rolled cigarette or a blunt. “Is he allowed to take our phones?” Nathan muses. “He’s probably using them to call one of those sex lines.” Alisha giggles. “Those sex lines will eat your credit,” Curtis comments. “Call them a lot, do you?” Alisha raises an eyebrow. Kelly passes her the cigarette and she watches herself take a few draws from it in the mirror. Nathan continues with his disturbing ruminations, “He’s out there feeling himself on our phones, naked, masturbating.” “Now why would he do that?” Curtis questions, quite sensibly. “Because he can,” Nathan responds. “That’s quite the image,” you groan, trying desperately not to imagine it. “Oh, I’ll give you an image.” Nathan winks, pulling off his shirt. You roll your eyes and look away, leaning against the door of your locker. Glancing to the back of the room, you wonder where Simon’s run off to. You thought you’d seen him standing by the buckets a few moments ago. “Do you want some of this?” Alisha holds out the cigarette, tucked between her blue manicured fingers, to Curtis, who refuses. “Give it here, come on,” Nathan says as he walks past her and she hands it to him. As you grab a bucket and follow him out, you notice that he has crossed the ‘pay’ from  ‘community payback’ on the back of his jumpsuit to make it say ‘community blowback’ instead. You smile and chuckle to yourself.     Curtis appears to be the only one actually trying to remove those giant red letters from the wall, scrubbing determinedly while the rest of you just sort of brush at them and hope they disappear. Alisha isn’t even working. She’s unzipped and removed the entire upper half of her jumpsuit to reveal a bikini top and is sunning herself on a nearby table. “Yeah, you just relax, innit? Take it easy,” Curtis grumbles. “Someone’s just going to write something else on there tonight,” she retorts. “They make us do these bullshit jobs, wearing these bullshit orange jumpsuits. They can suck my dick.” You have to admit, she has a point. “Nice,” he looks her up and down and smirks coquettishly. “Feel free to check out my tits, yeah,” she encourages, blowing a kiss and looking down at him smokily from behind her lowered sunglasses. You look back at your designated section of furiously bright red paint. Wishing it would just go away, you lean down to get more soap on your brush, and when you stand back up, your section of the wall is spotless. You stumble backward, bewildered. “Guys?” you gape, trying to catch their attention, pointing to the bare wall. But when everyone turns to look, it’s gone back to normal, the bold lettering mocking you. “What?” Kelly asks, scrunching up her face in what looks like confusion and concern. You rush back to the wall, running your fingers across the paint, and they come back dusted with red. It’s real. “I-” everyone looks at you like you’re crazy, and they’re probably right. “It’s nothing.” A few moments later, Kelly stops scrubbing. “You know after the storm, did any of you feel like dead weird?” She sounds serious. “Yeah. I had a strange tingling sensation in my anus,” Nathan quips. You roll your eyes and turn to her, “I think I’ve been seein’ things,” you admit.   “Yeah, I’ve been hearin’ shit,” she agrees before spinning around to address Simon, seemingly out of the blue. “What, did you feel weird?” “You don’t want to hear about my anus?” Nathan calls, clutching his hands to his butt. “Do you really need to ask the question?” you hear Curtis say from behind you. You shove Nathan and turn back around to pay attention to Simon and Kelly, ignoring his cry of indignation. “Something happened,” Simon begins quietly. “What’s that? Squeak up!” Nathan chides. “Something happened to me,” he repeats louder. “Are you a virgin? Hi-hoooooy!” Nathan jokes, and you contemplate punching him again. Kelly does it for you, turning to yell, “Shut up!” which effectively shuts him down, before returning to Simon. “What was it?” He gulps and you can see the nervousness churning behind his eyes. “It’s nothing.” Kelly scrunches her face up and scowls, running past you to shove Nathan. “What was that for?” he calls after her. She turns to you as she goes, “Didn’t you hear that? It was disgustin’.” You hadn’t, and you have no idea what she’s referring to. So you shrug at Nathan, who looks suitably chastened, and return to your scrubbing.     Later, you’re all starting to congregate around the couches in the main entrance hall. Kelly still hasn’t returned, but the letters are mostly gone and you’re all angling for a break. Alisha is taking up an entire couch section to herself, sitting sideways with her feet up, and Simon is sequestered in the alcove of a doorway. You’re sitting on a larger couch across from them, watching Nathan beat up a vending machine to try and get a free soda. He holds one up, triumphant, as you slow clap and he takes a bow. Curtis walks up with a stack of empty buckets under his arm. “When I was in sixth form, you came to my school. You gave this big talk about athletics and all your medals and that.” Alisha says to Curtis with a tone that entreats him to elaborate on his story. Nathan rolls out behind him in a wheelchair, soda in hand, “So I’m guessin’ you’re not going to the Olympics.” “Funny,” Curtis snaps sarcastically at the obvious jab. “I heard he was dealing crack,” Alisha chimes with a quirk of her eyebrow. Curtis scowls. “What? I wasn’t dealing crack.” “No, no, the papers said it was steroids,” Nathan adds, opening his soda with a hiss. “That stuff with shrivel your dick,” Alisha lies down on her seat. Curtis takes a few steps forward, looking at them insistently. “It wasn’t steroids. I’m not a cheat. That stuff in the papers was bullshit.” “Yeah? So what was it, then?” Alisha presses. Nathan raises his eyebrows. Curtis takes a few hesitant seconds to reply. “I got caught with a little bit of coke. Alright? I messed up one time.” “No one gets community service for possession,” Alisha holds her arms up, asking him to explain. He scoffs. “If it was anyone else, they’d have got a caution. I get two hundred hours community service and a two year back from athletics. They said, ‘cuz of my profile, they needed to send a message.” You feel bad for Curtis for being treated differently because of his success. It doesn't seem fair, bringing someone so far down when they’d come so far and were so close to reaching their goals. “You let yourself down,” Nathan taunts, grinning deviously. Your eyes widen, wishing he had kept his mouth shut. “You let the kids down. You let your parents down-” Curtis fumes and stews in silence before suddenly bursting, launching forward at Nathan “Shut the fuck up! All I ever did was train! You know nothing! I shouldn’t even fuckin’ be here!” If only Nathan could just shut up for one second. “You can’t hit someone in a wheelch-” Nathan’s eyes flash wide open as a piece of duct tape appears over his mouth. Alisha and Simon sit up straighter, pulled to attention. You sit there horrified, realizing that for the first time that you definitely aren’t the only one seeing this. Nathan points to Curtis in accusation. “It wasn’t me, mate.” He holds his arms up, taking a few fearful steps back. You feel sick to your stomach, too frozen in place to say anything. Nathan lets out a muffled scream and tries to pull off the duct tape, scrambling at it with his fingers. It crumbles into his hands like dust before disappearing completely. You let out a huge sigh of relief, but your heart continues to thump away in your chest. “Who was that?” Nathan yells, jumping out of the wheelchair, which rolls backward until it hits the wall. You gulp. “I- I think I did it?” “Well, what the fuck for?! And how?” He rears on you, anger and confusion written plainly on his face. “I have no idea,” you admit honestly. Alisha scoffs and giggles, somehow finding the situation funny. “Do you wanna know what I got done for?” “Not really,” Nathan remarks, turning his head to glare at you before plopping himself back down in the wheelchair. That sends a pang of guilt through your chest. You don’t really know what you did, or how you did it. Alisha motions for you to come closer and you all gather to sit in audience before her, “Me and my mate Chloe, we’re having cocktails in this bar, yeah? An’ she’s hassling me, ‘cuz she wants to go to this party. Chloe is on one because she thinks Jack is doing Lucy. A total slut fuck. So we get in my car. I drive us to the party.” “Nathan?” you whisper, poking his arm to get his attention. “We go into one of the rooms, yeah? Jack’s not doing Lucy, he’s doing Ellie. She is a proper slut.” “What?” He still looks pissed. “I’m sorry. Something really weird’s going on.” You hope he believes you, he seems pretty fun, if a bit vulgar, and you aren’t even sure of how you’d screwed it up. “Chloe freaks. I’m driving us back into town. Chloe’s all like ‘Oh, I feel sick.’ I’m like ‘Don’t puke in my car. Do not puke in my car.’” “Alright.” He gives you a small smile. “Really?” You didn’t think it would be that easy, but maybe he remembered what Kelly said earlier. “That’s when the police pull us over. I’m already banned from driving, so I am like ‘Fuuuck.’” “Yeah, no hard feelings.” He reaches down to ruffle the top of your hair, weirdly enough, but it fits pretty well with what you know of Nathan so far. “This cop, yeah? He hands me the breathalyzer and I’m like ‘Do I suck, or blow?’” Alisha runs her tongue along the bottom edge of her water bottle before licking the cap and putting her lips around it, slowly working up and down. “It’s insane, I’m totally workin’ it, yeah?” She licks up the bottle’s side before sticking the entire top in her mouth again and bobbing her head back and forth, in and out, pursing her lips as she picks up speed before slowly and carefully pulling it back out. “Now, I don’t know if this cop is gay or what, but he tells me I’m four times over the limit. It’s bullshit. I didn’t even want to go to the party.” You’re a little grossed out, but all the boys are gaping at this point. Just then, the front doors fly open with a bang and Kelly tumbles into the room, scrambling to her feet to lock it, screaming, “He’s gonna kill us!” You scramble backward before jumping up from your seat on the floor. Nathan spins around in his chair, clapping. “Nice entrance. Very dramatic.” But Kelly looks distraught and shaken, and you don’t think she’s exaggerating anything. “The probation worker’s gone mental. He just attacked me! Something really weird is happening. I’m hearin’ these voices. It’s like I can hear what people are thinking!” she explains hastily. “Have you been sniffing glue?” Alisha scolds, tilting her head to the side in mock sympathy. Kelly raises her voice, practically yelling in desperation, “The storm, the lightning! It’s done something to us!” “Okay,” Nathan speaks up. “If you can hear our thoughts, what am I thinking now?” “You think it’s bullshit?!” Kelly exclaims. “‘Course I think it’s bullshit!” he snaps back. “You don’t need to be a mind reader to know that.” “Why are you in a wheelchair?” she asks tentatively, just now noticing it. “It was the storm!” You roll your eyes as he messes with her. “The strange tingling sensation in my anus has spread to my body and now I can’t feel my legs.” She realizes he’s joking and kicks him “I’m serious!” “Ow! Jesus!” You decide to take a gamble at something. Kelly, you think, the storm did something to me too. “What, you, too?” She asks, turning to face you. “Yeah,” you nod. “It happened just a few minutes ago. I wanted Nathan to shut up and then duct tape just appeared over his mouth. And it happened with the graffiti earlier, I wanted it to disappear, and then it did, for a second.” Her eyes light up and she turns to the rest of the group. “See? I ain’t lyin’!” “Well then, what do you mean the probation worker attacked you?” Curtis takes a few steps towards her. Alisha doesn’t believe either of you, “This does sound like complete shit.” “He’s out there and he chased me!” She insists, frantically pointing to the door. “Something’s happened to me, too,” Simon speaks up. “Did you pop your cherry?” Nathan teases, still not taking any of this seriously. “Oh, we’re all very happy for you!” Simon ignores him and addresses everyone else. “Earlier on, when we were in the locker room… I was invisible. I turned invisible.” “So she’s psychic, you can make hallucinations or whatever, and you can turn invisible?” Curtis speaks, trying to make sense of everything. He chuckles. “Yeah, that seems likely.” “Did anyone witness this miraculous disappearance?” Nathan questions, leaning forward in his chair. “Yes!” you exclaim, turning to Simon. “You were standing by the buckets and then you weren’t! I wondered where you’d run off to.” Simon nods, spurred on by your admission, “You were all there.” Alisha scoffs, still not convinced, “I think we might have noticed you vanishing into thin air.” “I was standing right there and you couldn’t see me,” he insists, a sad, almost betrayed look crossing his face. “Alright.” Nathan puts on a determined look and wheels over to Simon. “Go on, then. Do it. Turn invisible.” Simon tenses and grunts, trying to force it. You glare at Nathan for putting him on the spot like this, and you feel a pang of guilt for generally encouraging his antics. “Oh, my god!” Nathan exclaims. “He’s disappeared!” You roll your eyes and groan, feeling worse by the second. Simon, however, seems to believe him, holding out a hand in front of Nathan’s eyes. “Can’t you see me?” “No,” Nathan gasps before throwing his empty soda can at Simon’s head and proclaiming, “you’re invisible!” “You prick! What’d you do that for?” you ask, miffed, but he ignores you. “You all are hilarious, really. Keep taking that medication.” He starts wheeling towards the door, but Kelly jumps in front of him and grabs his armrests. “Don’t go out there, he will kill you!” she yells. “Of course he will, ‘cuz he’s such a badass,” Nathan retorts sarcastically. “Don’t!” She screams, with angry and fearful tears in her eyes. Curtis just walks past her to the door, scoffing in disbelief, “Come on, this is the biggest load of bullshit I’ve ever heard.” “No!!” Kelly shrieks, throwing Curtis out of the way as the door swings open. You hear a bellowing roar as a metal tube flies through the open door and into Kelly’s head, spraying streams of blood up and down the wall beside her. “Kelly!” you cry in shock. Her expression slackens and her eyes go blank as she slumps against the wall and tumbles to the floor, dead. Tony bursts into the room with a sharp, red-stained tube in his hands. Another scream tears at your throat as you feel a hand on your arm, Nathan’s, pulling you away and setting you running down the hall. . . . . . “Can’t you see me?” Simon gasps, holding out a hand in front of Nathan’s eyes and appearing to believe him. “No,” Nathan gaspes before throwing his empty soda can at Simon’s head and proclaiming, “you’re invisible!” “You prick! What’d you do that for?” you ask, miffed, but he ignores you. “You all are hilarious, really. Keep taking that medication.” He starts wheeling towards the door, but Kelly jumps in front of him and grabs onto his armrests. “Don’t go out there, he will kill you!” she yells. “Of course he will, ‘cuz he’s such a badass,” Nathan retorts sarcastically. “Don’t!” She screams, with angry and fearful tears in her eyes. Curtis jolts forward, fear gripping his expression “She’s telling the truth.” Nathan looks absolutely delighted. “And you know this how? I suppose you’re psychic now, too?” Curtis’ entire demeanor has completely shifted. He’s breathing heavily now out of shock or fear, or because of something you can’t quite understand. He speaks urgently and uneasily, “All this. It’s already happened once. I opened the door, the probation worker, he killed you.” He points to Kelly. “You were right there. You were dead. Everything froze. You were all just standing there. Time went backwards.” “What are you saying?” Alisha pipes up. “What, you turned back time?” Nathan rises from his seat, eyeing Curtis curiously, “This just gets better by the second.” He strides to the door. “Everything happened again, exactly the same. I’m telling you, don’t open that door!” Curtis insists, following after him. You run. “Nathan, no!” you scream, reaching the door just as he puts a hand on it. A giant lock and chain appears around the handles. He gives you an odd glance before yanking the door open regardless, and the chains turn into dust and disappear. You couldn’t see what he was looking at, but an expression of terror sweeps across Nathan’s face and he closes and locks the door in a flurry of jittery movements. “He’s right, the probation worker’s gone mental!” he gasps. Tony slams into the other side of the door and your heart leaps out of your chest. You only catch a glimpse of his hulking, dark frame silhouetted against the frosted glass before Nathan shrieks and pulls you away to join the rest of the group, who are all standing together. “Maybe he’s on crystal meth,” Alisha tries to reason, but the waver in her voice gives away her fear. “I mean, that stuff makes you crazy. My friend Chloe did it, she nearly shagged her brother. And he’s really ugly” “Enough about Chloe!” you exclaim. “It sounds like she’s made some really poor life choices and I’d rather not follow in her footsteps!” Simon gasps, realizing something, “The graffiti. ‘I’m going to kill you,” he wrote it.” “What did I say? I said there was a hidden meaning! Or not.” Nathan retorts. Realizing his hand is still clasped around your arm, he drops it awkwardly and looks away. “Did anything happen to you?” Kelly asks, turning to face Alisha. “No, we should call the police!” she suggests adamantly. Simon shakes his head. “He took our phones, he’s got all our phones.” Nathan turns to look at you and you smile, pulling your phone out of your pocket. “Well, not all of them.” You hold it up for the rest of the group to see, turning it on to find- “Fuck! I don’t have reception in this shithole.” “Let’s get out of here, then,” Curtis offers. “Out the back way, come on!” Nathan calls, moving down the hall and motioning for everyone to follow him. But as he turns the corner, he slips, crying out and falling to the floor with a loud squelch and a squeak. Nathan is sprawled on the floor in a pool of thick, stagnant blood. Your stomach churns as you try to keep yourself from retching. “Is that blood?!” Kelly screams. Realization washes over Nathan and he scrambles to his feet, “Oh, fuck! Jesus Christ!” He gapes at the dark red smears coating his hands and gags, wiping them desperately on his jumpsuit. “Get it off me, Jesus!” It’s then that you notice the locker. Blood oozes from each vent and out onto the tile below, trickling down the front of the door like a morbid waterfall. Curtis approaches carefully before gingerly opening the door. Gary’s smashed in head lurches forward and you all jump, screaming as it lolles back and forth. His jumpsuit is stained red in various gruesome places and his body is sitting at odd, gut-wrenching angles in the tiny locker. Blood has dripped down from his ears, nose, and mouth, and predominantly from a gaping, disgusting wound on the left side of his neck. “It’s Gary,” Simon murmurs. “I did wonder what had happened to him,” Nathan mumbles, inching closer and peering at the contorted, lifeless form before you. It is undoubtedly the worst thing you have ever seen, but you can’t take your eyes off of it, the horror is all-encompassing. “He’s gonna kill us,” Alisha whispers, on the verge of tears. “Turn back time,” Nathan says to Curtis. “Stop this happening.” “I don’t know how it works!” He exclaims frantically. “Oh, that’s great, that’s really useful!” Nathan chides. Curtis ignores him, instead turning to comfort Alisha “Come on, don’t look at him.” You wish the body would disappear, and some dark sheets appear to cover everything. You know it’s temporary, but you just want to be able to look away. Curtis puts his hand on Alisha’s arm and gasps. “I’ve got to have sex with you right now! You’re so beautiful.” He grabs her shoulder and pulls her closer to him. “What’s up with him?” Nathan calls in confusion. Alisha is screaming and trying to pull her arm out of Curtis’s grip. “Let’s go, let’s do it now!” He reaches his hand into his pants and you turn away, disgusted. Your mind screams at you to do something, to pull him off of her, but you have no idea what’s happening and you freeze.   “Get off me, you freak!” Alisha finally yanks her arm out of his grasp and stumbles back. “What?” Curtis asks, completely unaware of what just occurred, of what he said and tried to do. Alisha reels back an arm, preparing to slap him. He grabs it out of the air and his skin touches hers again, suddenly groaning in a way that makes your skin crawl. “You’re so hot! I’m gonna bone you, I’m gonna shag you senseless!” “Let go!” she yells, stumbling backward out of his grip. The look on her face is confused and horrified, and a thousand other emotions you had hoped never to see on anyone you knew. “What did I do?” Curtis asks. Kelly speaks up, “Uh, you said you were gonna shag her?” “And you were gettin’ your chap out,” Nathan points. “Shut up!” Curtis gasps, messing with the waistline of his pants. “It’s when you were touching her,” Simon realizes. Alisha looks down at her shaky hands before reaching to touch the side of Simon’s neck. He jerks up, gasping. “I’m so hard for you. I want to rip your clothes off and piss on your tits,” Simon growls. Alisha rips her hand from him and jumps back. “What is happening to me?!” She cries. Nathan turns to Simon, looking amused and mildly disgusted, “You sick bastard!” Suddenly, the door behind you caves in, sending shards of glass flying in every direction. Tony falls through, bringing parts of the broken door frame with him as he tumbles to the floor. You hear Nathan yell in surprise as he backs away, getting as far from Tony as possible. You go the other direction, stupidly pinning yourself against one of the remaining glass doors. Tony snarls and reared on you, raising himself onto his knees before climbing to his feet. Your shriek is lost in everyone else’s screams, but then Kelly jumps in front of you from seemingly nowhere, brandishing a paint can in one hand. She swings it at Tony and it slams into his head with a sickening thunk. He collapses back to the floor, motionless. “What did you do?” Nathan gasped after a few shockingly silent seconds, genuinely horrified. The side of the paint can was caved in and smeared in red. There was a hole in Tony’s head that blood had begun to spill from. You whimpered and stumbled away from him, keeping as close to the wall as possible before leaving it to shuffle past the locker that held Gary. “Is he dead?” Alisha asked in a high pitched whisper. Nathan speaks up, “Well, I’m no doctor, but… You see the way the back of his head’s caved in like that?” Suddenly, Tony roars and grasps at Kelly’s leg, which is only a few feet from him. You jump back and feel an arm wrap around you and turn your head away from the quickly escalating scene of horror. Kelly reacts immediately, tearing her leg from his grip and bringing it down on his head, over and over again in a chorus of appalling splinters and squelches. “That should do it,” Nathan speaks as he lets his arms fall from your shoulders, his voice creaky with distress. “You killed our probation worker,” Alisha gasps, turning to Kelly. Kelly shakes her head slightly in shock. “This is very, very bad.” Nathan runs his hands through his hair. Alisha gags, looking away from Tony’s corpse. “Oh, I feel sick.” “He would have killed us!” Kelly reasons, insecurity and fear worming its way into the warble of her voice. “We should call the police. It was self-defense,” Curtis suggests, echoing Alisha’s words from only a few minutes ago. But while that was your original plan, it was now entirely out of the question. “Yeah,” Alisha agrees, “yeah, he’s right. We show ‘em the dead boy in the locker. They’ll do some CSI shit and figure it all out.” “They won’t believe us!” Kelly cries, and you suspect she’s right. “We just tell them the truth. We stick to our story,” Curtis persists. “What’s our story?” she asks, exasperated. “That he can turn invisible and she can conjure illusions and you can turn back time?! It doesn’t matter what we tell them, they’ll say we’re lying. They’ll say that we killed ‘em both! No one’s gonna believe you, not anymore.” She’s right. You know she’s right, deep in your being, in your bones, and you hate it. You hate how true it is, how messed up and unfair it is. “If there’s no body, there’s no crime,” Simon mutters anxiously. Everyone turns to look at him. “We should bury them under the flyover.” “Yeah? How do we do that? Someone’s gonna see us,” Alisha points out. You’re grateful for that, honestly. You’re all so distraught right now, you might have actually just walked outside with two dead bodies without thinking there would be consequences. Nathan shakes his head and you can practically see him thinking. “No, no, no. We give them a quick little,” he whistles to represent cleaning or something. “We put them in those wheelchairs, we wheel them up there, and if anyone sees us, we’re just a bunch of young offenders taking a couple of specials for a walk in the sunshine!” He tries to smile, but he looks far too tense to do so.     After cleaning up and redressing the bodies, wheeling them under the flyover, and digging the hole, Nathan and Kelly tip over the wheelchairs, now soaked in blood, and dump the bodies into the ground. Nathan looks up at you somberly, a queasy expression on his face. Everyone is silent for a few seconds, partially relieved, but also knowing that the real danger begins now, with keeping this covered up. Nathan shakes his head and puts on his usual playful airs, “I’m pretty sure this breaches the terms of my ASBO.” It isn’t even that funny, but you’re so weary, so exhausted from the past two days of crazy events and literal murder, that you start laughing. Nathan does too, first small giggles, then snickers, and then all-out laughter. The mood hasn’t lightened much by the time you quiet down, and you only feel marginally better, but it’s the best you’ve felt in the past few hours, so that’s a start. “We don’t tell anyone about this, yeah?” Kelly instructs. Everyone nods. “About the storm or what it did to us or anything.” “We’re about to bury our probation worker, we don’t need to be drawing any attention to ourselves,” Nathan agrees. “I don’t want anyone to know.” Alisha grabs a shovel and stands by the open grave. “I cannot be a freak.” “It’s too late for me on that front,” you joke, “but being convicted for murder wouldn’t help anything.” “What about you?” Kelly points to Curtis, who remains bitterly silent. Nathan shakes his head, “There’s no goin’ back now, man. You’re just as screwed as the rest of us. You are black and famous, you’re probably more screwed.” “I shouldn’t even be here,” Curtis spits. “You don’t really have a choice,” you point out. Curtis meets your gaze for a second before bending down and digging his shovel into the newly upturned soil. You follow suit. Kelly turns to Alisha, “Just then, when he was touchin’ ya… How were you doin’ that?” “I don’t know!” Alisha responds, trying to brush her off. “Didn’t you say you wanted to piss on her tits?” Nathan teases, unfortunately reminding everyone of the particulars of that scene. “Probably best to keep that kind of thing between you and your internet service provider.” Simon is clearly trying not to look mortified, and he just continued shoveling. “Are you alright?” Curtis stops for a moment to address Alisha, remembering the involuntary part he played in the discovery of her power. She doesn’t say anything. Kelly stands up suddenly to repeatedly glance between you and Nathan. “What?” you ask. Nathan glares insistently at her, realizing what’s happening even as you don’t. “It’s nothin’,” Kelly shrugged and returned to shoveling. After a few more minutes, Nathan stands up and leans on his shovel, “Hold on, all of you have some kind of ‘special power.’ “Everyone can do something except me. He can do something,” he points to Simon, “he can do something and I can’t. That’s ridiculous, look at him! How does that make any sense.” Simon stops for a moment to wipe some sweat from his brow. “Well he sure is working harder than you,” you point out. “I work harder in other areas,” Nathan explains suggestively. “Maybe you can do something, you just haven’t found out what it is yet,” Simon reasons. “Yeah, right.” Nathan smiles, emboldened by the possibilities. “What if… What if I can’t feel pain?” Kelly punches him. “Ow!” “Did you feel that?” She grins. You laugh, completely understanding the impulse. “Stop hitting me!” Nathan protests. “Both of you!”     The sky has darkened significantly by the time you finish the burial, and it isn't helped by the fact that you have to stop every few minutes when it suddenly looks like everything is done because you really want to just be finished. It’s actually a pretty good exercise in controlling your power. It’s even later by the time you finish cleaning off the wheelchairs, locker, and the surrounding area. Nathan catches up with you as you leave, asking if you want to walk home with him again. His voice sounds chipper and you half expect him to be joking, but when you look up, his eyes plead with you to say yes. So you do. And you don’t walk in silence. There is much to say about the past two days and it feels good to say it, to divulge your fear and your worries, and to hear them reciprocated. He turns down the same street he did the previous day and you walk the rest of the way alone, trying not to let your overwhelming fear of the future overtake you. You finally return home and collapse onto your bed for the second day in a row, once again hoping that the next day would be better, and doubting that it could be much worse.

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Daughters of Justice x BNHA: Super-Pets

Context: All of the DOJ have pets, I just wanted to write about them! Also, sorry about the GIFs, they were the closest I could find to the actual animal.

Bakugo x Bat! Reader:

      When Bakugo first met your pet, he was understandably a bit hesitant to approach him. After all, not many people owned a huge black boa constrictor as you did. However, Omar was a friendly and gentle creature, and one of the things that you loved most in the world. So it made you very happy, even if you didn’t show it, when he and Bakugo started to get along.

      “Geez, he’s heavier than he looks,” Bakugo grunted as tried to stand up, Omar had curled up around his shoulders like a scarf and seemed to be moving a lot slower than usual.

      You looked up from the book you were reading before frowning slightly, “He may be cold, I keep telling Father to add a heater in here for the pets.”

       “Has it ever occurred to you that he doesn’t want your creepy-ass snake down here?” Jason mused as he fixed up his helmet.

       “He allows you to come down here, does he not, Jason?” You rejoindered. 

      Bakugo snicker as you tried to lift Omar from his shoulders while Tim tried his best to hold in his laughter, Jason only rolled his eyes and continued to work on fixing his helmet. Bakugo followed you as you carried Omar to your room, the snake now wrapping around you for warmth and nuzzling its head to your cheek.

     “The snake’s more affectionate than you are.” Bakugo mused, making you look up at him with a deadpan look on your face but he can see the glint of amusement in your (e/c) eyes.

      As you two walked, he tried to get as close as he possibly could to you. Your snake perked up when you held his hand and you two were now walking shoulder-to-shoulder. Slowly, Omar maneuvered himself to wrap around Bakugo’s shoulders as well as you, bringing you two closer together.

       “It appears Omar is, how is it said again? Oh yes! Wingman.” You said as your fingers softly petted his scales.

       “Nah, I just think he likes me better,” Bakugo mused and a soft smirk appeared on his face as the snake lovingly nuzzled against his cheek.

Deku x Super! Reader:

     “Dynamo! Here, boy, c’ mere!” You said as you patted your legs, crouching down slightly.

     Izuku had seen a lot of strange things during his school year at UA but never had he seen someone playing frisbee with their half-Kryptonian dog using an old satellite dish, all while flying in the air. He chuckled slightly when your dog, Dynamo, barked happily before flying over to you and sent you back flying and flipping through the air.

     When you stopped, your puppy was happily licking the side of your face while you laughed and chuckled, holding him close and tightly. Dynamo had been another one of Lex’s cloning experiments, obviously one of Krypto the original Super Dog, and how could you resist not adopting him.

      “Clark accepted that dog a lot faster than he accepted me.” Conner mused in an ironic tone, making you roll your eyes as you flew down next to him.

      Dynamo wagged his tail happily and flew out of your arms, now running on the ground towards Izuku. He was now running around the green-haired boy happily, his floppy ears rising and falling as he jumped up and down.

      “Dynamo, off of Izuku, Off.” You ordered. However, Izuku only smiled and bent down to pet the dog, “He’s fine, (Y/n), he just wants to have fun. Dontcha boy?”

        As though agreeing with Izuku, Dynamo barked happily before jumping on top of the boy, a sickening ‘crack’ sounded through the air.

      “Omigosh! Izu-kins, you okay?” You asked him, shooing off your dog and kneeling down. Izuku tried to muster his best smile but it looked pain, “I-I think he might’ve broken a rib or two.”

     “We seriously have to neuter your dog.” Was all Conner said before going to phone to call an ambulance.

Ochako x Wonder! Reader

      You always had been a tough kind of person but there was a slight secret about you, you simply couldn’t resist cute small things. Something you liked to tease Ocahko about because compared to you, she did look a little bit small, but height difference didn’t necessarily matter.

      “How do you know that your mouse won’t run away?” Ochako asked as you two walked to the pet store. 

     You shrugged as your spotted mouse, Achilles, rummaged out of your shirt pocket, his cute little nose sniffing the air.

      “I dunno, Achilles is pretty loyal, plus, he loves me too much.” You finally said as you began to pet the top of the mouse’s head softly, “Isn’t that right, cutie?”

      The mouse seemed to squeak in agreement, making both you and Ochako chuckle as you two entered the store. Thanks to a visit from Velocity and her pet, it resulted in Achilles’s exercise wheel being broken so you decided to buy a new one, Ochako was there since your mother decided to give her a day-off and because you guys decided to make it a cute little half-date, too.

     “Aw, look at the other cute little mice!” Ochako cooed as she pointed at an animal display of mice. You were also staring at them in interest and read the species tag before looking down at your pet, “I wonder what species Achilles is.”     “You mean you don’t know?” Ochako frowned, looking at you. You shrugged, “My grandma got him for me, she never told me what species he is though.”

     “Huh,” Ochako finally said before her stomach started rumbling, you also heard the noise and smiled softly when she giggled nervously. You looked out the pet store window to see a restaurant across, “How about we get that exercise wheel, and then we can get some pizza?”     “Sounds good to me!” Ochako beamed as Achilles squeaked happily at the idea as well.

Denki x Flash! Reader:

      “Veloci-bunny! Get back over here!” You shouted as you ran around Star labs, you followed a small white streak.

     You stopped when it managed to go under the desk, now using its powers to phase through god knows where. You scowled angrily as you crossed your arms over your chest, from behind you, you could hear the tired pants of your boyfriend, Denki Kamanari.

    “I don’t know which is one is funnier,” He panted as he looked up at you, “the fact your rabbit is faster than you or that you named her Veloci-bunny.”

     “First off, I was twelve when I got her,” You responded, “and second of all, you can blame my dad and Uncle Cisco for making her so fast.”

     At the mention of your Uncle, the familiar sound of a portal opened up behind both you and Denki to reveal Cisco Ramon, all dressed up in his ‘Vibe’ persona, with a cage in his hand that contained your albino rabbit.

     “Yeah, well you can thank your Uncle Cisco for getting her, too.” He mused, handing you the cage.

     You smiled and happily took the cage from him, looking down at your rabbit, Denki looked curiously over your shoulder to see the white rabbit trapped inside, the only thing that stood out to him was the black lightning symbol on its forehead.

      “How’d she even get out of the cage?” Denki asked but was surprised to see your pet started to become blurry and fall through the cage, only to take off in a white streak. You frowned and handed your blond boyfriend the cage, “Like that. I’ve got her this time, though!”

      Denki made a lot of stupid choices in his life but dating you, was absolutely NOT one of them.

Shoto x Arrow! Reader:

     Chiko was your extremely protective pet bird, you often had to keep her in her cage or else she might nip at your parents or Roy or even your baby sister Mia. However, Shoto looked as though he was the only person Chiko would allow next to you, on occasion.

     “I’m sorry, Sho, don’t take it personally,” You said as you inspected the nip on his finger, “Chiko just has a protective streak.”

     “I wonder why that is,” Shoto asked as you grabbed the medical kit in the lab, grabbing some antiseptic wipes as well as a band-aid. You only shrugged as you took out a wipe and started to clean the finger that Chiko had bitten, “It might be because I found her in a box, poor thing had a broken wing but she didn’t let me help her at first. I don’t know who her owner was but I don’t think they took good care of her.”

     Shoto saw your pet finch fly onto the table next to you two, you took out a band-aid and put it over Shoto’s cut.

     “She’s covered for anything medical so you shouldn’t be worried, I’d still keep an eye out for symptoms,” You said as you put the two items back into the first-aid kit then you stared at your bird, “and you are in big trouble.”

      “I’m sure she didn’t mean it,” Shoto smiled as he looked over to the bird, reaching his hand out. Chiko tilted her head in confusion but slowly hopped next to the dual-haired boy and started to rub her head apologetically on the bandaged finger of his hand. You turned back to see Shoto smiling softly as Chiko kept on nuzzling her head on his finger, the scene made you smile slightly as you walked over to the two of them, “Okay...maybe she’s not in that much trouble.”

      Chiko chirped happily at that announcement.

Momo x Green Lantern! Reader:

     Momo watched in awe as you painted your portrait ever-so-carefully. A wide spectrum of different types of green being used as you did your best to capture the image of your muse, your pet turtle, Michelangelo.

     Currently, he was munching on a leaf, something you put just to distract him. You were still painting over the pencil sketch of the canvas but Momo adored the focused way you painted as well as the elegant and satisfying you moved the brush.

      “Did you name your turtle after the famous artist?” She finally asked. You blinked and looked over at her, “huh?”

      “Well, I was learning about more european history today and read about ‘Michelangelo’ he was an Italian sculptor and painter. Did you name your turtle that because you are an artist yourself or because he is a painted turtle?”

     You chuckled awkwardly at her question before coughing a little, “Um...no, not really. I named him after my favorite character from Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.”

     Momo blinked a bit before tilting her head, “Is he the one with the blue mask?”

    “No, that’s Leo,” you responded as you went back to your painting, “here, how about when I take my break, I can show you the TV show. I have the whole collection.”

     Momo tilted her head but smiled softly, “You seem to like Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.”

    “Well, I am the Green Lantern so bad-ass green characters are just my favorite,” You explained jokingly before looking at your turtle, “Isn’t that right, Mikey?”

     You turtle continued to munch on his leaf before nodding in your direction slowly making you smile.

     “It’s cute that you gave a little lantern ring, too,” Momo observed. You furrowed your eyebrows before looking at her, “I….I actually have no idea where that came from.”

[breanime]

Obey

I couldn’t help myself. I was gonna make this sexy, but then I ran out of steam. Lol, sorry

Part Two (steamy)

You were awoken by the slamming of a door. You sat up, rubbing your eyes. You heard voices downstairs, and you knew Miguel was home—and from the sound of his voice and the door slamming, you assumed he wasn’t in the best mood.

You laid back down, sighing. If he was in a mood, he would go straight to his office and stay there until the sun came up. And maybe even after that, depending on how bad his day had been… You didn’t really mind; you had spent your day shopping and wandering around town, and you were tired now. You had even had a nice dinner with the Reyes family at Felipe’s shop—after ditching your bodyguards for a few hours—and had a nice evening. Normally, you wouldn’t have been that rash, but you’d been bored out of your mind for the last few weeks; work had become predictable, Miguel was always gone, and you were getting sick and tired of bodyguards and curfews and lonely beds, so you took a risk. No harm, no foul. You closed your eyes, pulling your blanket up to your chin, knowing you’d be having another night of tossing and turning without Miguel at your side.

Then you heard his voice.

“What the fuck am I paying you for?!”

You sat up again, eyes wide. Miguel never raised his voice at home, and if he did, it was only when he was on the phone with one of his men. Breath held, you crept to your bedroom door and opened it a crack and listened.

“It won’t happen again, Mr. Galindo,” you heard your driver—Ramon—say. You pictured him wringing his hands, a habit of his when he was nervous. “It was completely my fault.”

“No,” Miguel said back, his voice low and angry, “It was all of your fault. She was gone for three and a half hours,” he said, “before you found her—no, before Nestor found her.”

Your eyes widened. You had no idea Nestor had followed you. He was supposed to be with Miguel on the other side—and then it occurred to you: they’d come home early and somehow Miguel found out you weren’t where you’d told him you would be… and he was pissed.

“You’re damn right this will never happen again,” Miguel said, and you realized his voice sounded closer… he was coming up the stairs. “Because if it does, at least one of your useless asses will be in my church pew.”

You scurried to the bed like a naughty child up past her bedtime, pulling the blanket around your shoulders and pretending to be asleep. You heard the door open, recognizing the sound of Miguel’s sure steps as he approached the bed. You listened as he took his shoes off, and you heard him unhook his belt and place it neatly on the hook on the back of the closet door. You waited to hear him undress, anticipating the sound of cloth hitting the floor, but you didn’t. Instead, you felt the bed dip, and you felt his hand on your cheek, then on your chin, then…

…on your neck.

“Wake up,” he ordered, his voice was tight, the anger barely constrained.

You turned, eyes wide. Miguel was glaring down at you. His button-up shirt was ruffled from where he probably ripped his tie off, and his dark eyes glittered in the low light. “Miguel,” you greeted him, already breathless.

“Sit up.”

You sat up, heart pounding with excitement. You and Miguel had argued before, of course, but you’d never defied him before, and you knew he wouldn’t approve of what you did today… though you hadn’t really planned on him finding out.

“Tell me what you did today.”

“I had dinner with Felipe,” you answered, knowing there was no use in lying.

“And who else?”

“Angel and EZ were there, too. And so was Bishop.”

“I don’t give a fuck about that,” he said, waving his hand in the air, “Do you know what could have happened when you ran off? The danger you put yourself in?”

“I was with Angel and EZ,” you repeated, “my friends, I was perfectly safe—”

Miguel’s hand shot out and wrapped around your throat again, pushing you down onto the mattress. His grip was tight enough to feel, but not enough to hurt you. “—You were safe with your guards,” he argued, his voice calm but his eyes enraged, “You’re safe with me. Do you know what I thought when I was told no one knew where you were?”

“I was safe,” you argued, feeling a tension build between your legs, “EZ and Angel—”

“—don’t say their names.”

“Miguel, I—”

“—Shut up,” his hand flexed on your throat, and you gasped at the feeling, your heart pounding, “Shut the fuck up and listen.”

You shut the fuck up and listened.

“You are my wife,” he said, hand still on your throat, “and I ask you to do one thing: obey. And you couldn’t even do that.” He hovered over you, his body on top of yours, his knees separating yours. “I shouldn’t have to rush home because my wife is out with the fucking MC.”

“Well you weren’t around,” you said back, glaring up at him, “so I had to find some other way to entertain myself.”

You watched Miguel’s eyes widen before he sat up, releasing your throat. “Is that… Is that what you were doing, mi amor? ‘Entertaining’ yourself?” His lip curled in a sneer. “For three and a half hours with the Reyes men?”

You sat up as well, pushing his chest. “You know that’s not what I was doing.”

“Oh?” He asked, taking your hand in his. “Do I?” He stood up, standing over the bed now, and you stared up at him. “Here’s what I know: I know that my wife snuck away from the protection I set up for her to have a secret meeting with men who smuggle drugs—”

“—your drugs,” you reminded him.

“—into Mexico for a living,” he finished, “and I know that you weren’t going to tell me about your little rendezvous, were you?”

“I…” You licked our lips. “I don’t…”

“You know this makes it hard for me to trust you, don’t you?” Miguel asked, his voice suddenly very calm.

“Nothing happened, Miguel,” you told him, “I just wanted to be around people who talk to me like a person, I wanted to just… not be alone for a while.”

Miguel sighed, putting his hands on his hips. “I know,” he said, “I know I’ve been gone a lot and working long hours, and… I get it. But you can’t just run off like that, mi reina, you know better.”

“I know,” you said, crawling over to the edge of the bed and looking up at him through your lashes as you sat on your hands and knees, “I’m sorry.”

Miguel’s fingers twitched on his hips, aching to touch you. “I don’t mind you spending time with your friends,” he said carefully, “even if your friends are… not my favorite people. But I need you to be safe, and I can’t keep you safe if you run from your protection.”

“I know,” you said again, sighing, “I’m sorry.” You reached up and ran your hand on his thigh, feeling the smooth material of his pants beneath your fingers. “How can I make it up to you?”

He smirked, and you felt yourself shiver. “Hm…” He ran a finger against your cheek. “…I think I’ve got a few ideas…”

“And what can I do,” you went on, sitting up and putting your hands on his shoulders, “to get you to go easy on Ramon and the others?”

“Oh,” he said, hands moving to grip your hips, “that’s gonna take a lot of you on your knees,” he kissed your nose, “and probably a few bruises as well, mi amor.”

You nodded, trying to keep the excited grin off of your face—and failing. “And some begging?” You asked.

“Oh, definitely some begging,” Miguel grinned, pushing you onto your back and pressing himself on top of you, “I’m going to teach you how to obey, my love.”

He kissed you then, and you knew that you were going to have a long, delicious night.

The next morning, when you woke up in his arms with a sweet, sweet soreness in your core, you knew that you still had a lot to make up for with Miguel, but you also knew that he was taking the day off to be with you, and he wouldn’t let you out of his sight the entire time. You made an effort to be more obedient with Miguel as the days went on—you understood his fear and need for control, and you really didn’t mind it. But when he was in and out of the house, working nonstop with barely enough time to give you a quick kiss as he went out the door, well…

…you sometimes had to nudge him in the right direction (read: between your thighs) by being just a teeny tiny bit disobedient…

…it always paid off.

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[skylarmoon71]

Earth 2 Harrison Wells x Reader Imagine

Disclaimer:  I don't own the flash.

“Well maybe if you asked nicely I’ll give them to you.”

“Maybe if you asked nicely I’ll give them to you!” a high pitched voice mimicked. 

“That’s not what I sound like!” Cisco fumed. You’d just gotten to S.T.A.R Labs, upon entry the first thing you heard was Cisco and Harry yelling back and forth.

“Not today satan!” you thought making a quick turn before they could catch sight of you. Unfortunately you weren’t as quick as you thought.

“(Y/N)!” you grumbled under your breath at Cisco’s call, walking in with your head down. 

“Am I stingy, be honest.” he said looking at you. Harry fixed you with a look as well and you cowered.

“S-Sometimes you do get a bit selfish with your stuff. “ He gasped, placing a hand to his chest offended.

“There you have it Ramon.” Harry grabbed whatever tool they were bickering about walking out. You didn’t meet Cisco’s eyes. “That ain't friendship.” you glowered.

“Come on man you know he scares the shit out of me!” you complained at the frown on Cisco’s face.

“Yeah well next time you decide to throw me under the bus just remember I could vibe you to another dimension. “ you glared at his threat.

“Yeah, well did you forget, I know how to get rid of you without leaving a trace.” It wasn’t a bluff either. You worked in forensics. Cisco laughed a bit, until he looked at your face and realized you were being serious. He cleared his throat.

“Are you hungry, I am, let’s get some food.” he said in a hurry. You just grinned following him out. 

~~~

“Harry, hey Mr. Grump where are you?” you walked down the halls trying to find him. You got him a burger because you knew how much he craved the food.  He was always cooped up in the lab.

Harry was such an intelligent person, yet very antisocial. For once there wasn’t an imminent threat, you didn’t understand why he wouldn’t just try and relax and enjoy the company of others. You were a bit confused as to how he raised such a happy girl. 

If anything you thought his grouchiness would rub off on her. He did lose his wife though, so you guessed he had a reasonable excuse to be the way he was. You just wanted him to let loose. Enjoy life, instead of going through it with a constant scowl. As evil as Eobard was, at least the guy knew how to smile.

When you rounded a corner you noticed a door ajar. You walked closer, pushing it lightly. “Harry?” you walked in. The sight before you almost made you choke. You’d found Harry, but he was shirtless. There was a towel around his neck, hair dripping slightly. He was sporting his usual dark jeans, but no shirt. You were stunned at how well built he was. Of course you noticed through his complimenting choice of dark clothing. But still, it was a lot different actually seeing. When his eyes looked your way he squinted slightly. He rubbed his eyes with the towel, finally making out your face.

“Do you need something?” you stammered. “N-No I-I just.I brought you this!” you dropped it on the table taking a step back. He looked pleasantly confused as to why your face was getting redder the longer you stood there. “Is that all?” you blinked.

“O-Oh yeah! Enjoy.” you paced out of the room, pulse ringing in your ears. That was weird. You knew Harry was an attractive guy, you weren’t stupid. But seeing him like that..it triggered something in you. Something you pretended not to acknowledge. For the rest of the week you found yourself staring at him more than usual. Whenever he sat at his desk you’d just sit there, absolutely fascinated with the way his arms flexed when he messed with his many creations. Sometimes his brow would crease in the most adorable way when he was stuck on a project. You tried your best to hide it, especially when Cisco or any of the other members of Team Flash was around. The last thing you needed was to be teased. Especially since Harry was at least twenty years older than you. 

"(Y/N), I need a hand." you looked up at Harry's voice. He was tinkering with a small box. "S-Sure." you said moving closer. He pointed to a knob on the metal box. "Keep your hand on that switch." you obeyed, pressing your finger to it. He pushed on another end, apparently pressing his fingers to other knobs. You just stood there for a while. 

Until you felt a jolt run through your body. You yanked your hand away with a squeal. Harry's eyes darted up in worry. Your finger now had a small burn. "Are you alright?" he asked grabbing your hand to see the damage.

"It's fine it was just a shock, took me by surprise." Harry was still holding unto your hand. It took you a while to pick up on the lack of space between you two. Suddenly the burn didn't even hurt. When his eyes met yours you let out a soft breath.

"Harry! Barry needs a- What are you guys doing?" you jumped apart, messing with your clothing. "Nothing! I-I gotta go." you ran out before he could question anything. Heart still pounding. 

~~~

Get down!!" you grunted when Harry grabbed you, pulling you to the ground. You landed right on top of him. "Isn't there ever a quiet day in this place." you grumbled into his chest. 

There was a meta shooting deathly lasers at the both of you. Apparently he didn't like the idea of someone stopping his heist, so he came for payback. You and Harry were hiding behind one of the tables taking cover. There was a rush of air and then Barry's voice. "You guys could come out now I got him. "

 Relieved you turned back down at Harry with a smile. It slowly dropped when you saw the way he was looking at you. You were still pressed to him to.  You jumped to your feet, completely flustered. Cisco was now standing in the doorway, his suit on. 

"Where's Harry?" on cue Harry stood. He dusted himself off with a frown.

"Took you long enough Ramon." Cisco yelled. "Sorry I was a bit caught up with not getting blown to dust!" Harry didn't respond, just walked off running a hand through his hair. You watched as he left, still a bit daze from your previous position. After a relatively hard case at CCPD, you decided to call it a night. Cisco invited you to his apartment where he was apparently having a little party. You agreed, deciding it was better than going home to cup noodles and cheap beer. When you pulled up to his door you knocked. You could hear a commotion going on at the other side. A very excited Cisco greeted you as he ushered you through the door.

“Welcome to my humble home.” he exaggerated. You giggled, waving to Caitlin Barry and Iris.

“So he suckered you guys into this too. “ Caitlin gave a nod.

“We didn’t have a choice.” Iris added. Cisco feigned hurt.

“Come on who doesn’t love hanging out with me.” he boasted. You just snickered, dropping your bag to get something to drink.

“Hey Cisco, got any sodas?” you asked, moving to his kitchen. “Yeah.” he called. You turned the corner, almost running into someone. The person grabbed you by the shoulders steadying you before you could fall.

“Sorry.” you apologized looking up. When you caught who it was your breath hitched. “(Y/N).” he acknowledged. You stepped out of his reach. Cisco did not tell you Harry was going to be there.

If you’d know you would have refused on the spot. Every time you looked at him now you were afraid he would figure it out. You avoided his gaze, walking around him. When you reached the counter you braced your hands on the marble surface, trying to calm down your heart. Such a small interaction and your stomach was already in knots.

Tonight was going to be interesting.  

~~

At the beginning it was just the lot of you catching up on each other's lives. With metahumans attacking every breathing second your social life was almost non existent.

Somewhere along the way, Cisco managed to talk you all into playing truth or dare. Harry of course was the first to deny, but Cisco blackmailed him, saying if he didn’t participate he'd vibe his equipment all across the multiverse. With great reluctance Harry sat back down, giving your long haired friend a death stare.

So far it was quite entertaining. Barry had to give Iris a lap dance, something you never thought you would see. You and Caitlin cheered as he moved with an upbeat song. You could tell by the color of his cheeks that he was embarrassed. 

Poor guy looked like he was about to pass out. Barry got back at him by daring him to admit who he had a crush on. You were interested to find out it was Caitlin. She looked just as surprised and even flattered. They both exchanged a look and you could see a spark between them. You smiled.

What you failed to realize was the entire time Harry’s eyes would wander over you. Never long enough for you to pick up on. He was curious about your relationship status. Not that he would ever admit it of course.

“My turn!” Cisco hollered. He eyes locked unto you and you gulped at the grin that slowly played on his face. It looked suspiciously like a “I’m about to get you back” grin.

“Shit!” You didn’t want any part of what he was planning. 

 “I-I gotta use the bathroom. You guys continue without me. I'll be back in a second."

Cisco grabbed your wrist before you could run off. “Oh no you don’t. I need you for this next one.” his eyes landed on Harry.

“Harry, I dare you to french kiss (Y/N).” a chorus of oh’s and ah’s echoed and you paled. Cisco probably had no idea of your crush, he most likely assumed you were terrified of the older man. That or he knew and he was trying to make you die from a heart attack.

“I refuse.” you looked over at Harry. You were hurt at how quick he denied. Was it such an inconvenience for him to kiss you.

“I won’t damage a good friendship for such a foolish game.” his explanation made you look up with hopeful eyes. When his blue gems connected you swallowed. You could have been imagining it but you swore you caught a hint of want behind those dark rimmed glasses.

“I-It’s fine.” you assured fiddling with your hands.

“We’re all adults here, I-I doubt one kiss would ruin anything.” you said softly. You hoped he couldn’t tell how desperately you wanted him to kiss you. He searched your eyes, looking for any hint of uncertainty. When he saw none he moved over to you. When he was sitting directly in front of you he removed his glasses.

“If you’re sure.” you gave a slow nod. “If I don’t Cisco’s going to get me back with something far worse.” you joked. That made him smile a little. The entire room went quiet. Neither you or Harry seemed to pay attention to anyone else as you sat there just watching each other. Cisco shifted a few feet away, along with everyone else. Iris was trying to contain her excitement.

Barry looked a bit distant, as if trying to assess the situation. “Hey, do you think they're into each other?” he asked softly. Iris smacked him, giving him a really look. “You know, for someone so fast you sure catch onto things slow.” she commented.

“W-What, I’m not the only one.” he defended. Caitlin giggled. “We all knew, that’s why Cisco set this up.” she muttered. “And my plan seems to be working.” he whispered. They looked back at you.

“S-So uh, how do you want to do this?” you were dead nervous. Harry just seemed to be taking it all in. When his hands held both sides of your face you almost melted. He didn’t say a word, just leaned forward, eyes slowly closing. You mirrored his action and your lips met in a slow kiss.

It was so tamed at first, like he was trying to savor every moment. He was so tender with you, far different from his rough personality. One of his hands moved down, going around and pressing lightly into your back. He pulled your closer, tongue begging for entrance.

You complied, opening your mouth to him. As soon as you did he nudged you closer. You were now in his lap, hands reaching up to sift through his short locks. Harry welcomed it, a soft groan leaving him when you tugged lightly. Apparently you both forgot you still had an audience. Cisco snapped a couple pictures before gesturing them to move into the other room. They stood, sneaking away. Iris let out little giggles as they left.

Harry pulled back a little, watching your heaving expression. Your lips were a bit swollen now, eyes flickering to his almost immediately. “Wow..” you sighed out. He smiled. 

“I have to admit, I was a bit skeptical when Ramon invited me to this. It didn’t turn out to be as boring as I thought it would be.” you grinned. “I’m glad you enjoyed it. “ You would have to thank Cisco for this one later.

“Although, I didn’t expect it.” he spoke. You were confused.  “Didn’t expect what, that I have a thing for you. Come on, you’ve got to be kidding. “ It was stupid that he thought you wouldn’t be attracted to him. Then again, he wasn’t that good at reading social cues, so there was a good chance he had no idea what his small actions were doing to you. And those eyes...damn those eyes. You licked your lips.

“I really do have a thing for you.” your admittance made his eyes darken.

“I see that now…” your hands wrapped slowly around his neck and you dove in for another heated kiss. He smirked against your lips, matching your pace. 

[julessworldd]

New Roommate Duff x reader

   Summary: Loosely based on a story I’ve been working on but here’s a short fic about Duff and the reader getting a new roommate. The characters besides the boys and reader are from the Burlesque movie. I  recently got into it, pretty good movie, on Netflix.  Sorry if there’s any grammar or spelling errors I didn’t catch.. Hope you guys enjoy!

  I was finishing up my shift at the burlesque club for the night. Club had been almost filled up, the new girl was really bringing the people, not that I minded that much cause I get more tips. “Hey, Y/n!” I heard Tess, the owner yell.

“Yeah?” I turned around from cleaning a table

“Go home, Sweetheart. Take the day off, I’m gonna bring Tasha in” Tess said taking her shot

“Okay, thank you Tess” I smiled taking the tub of glasses to the bar for Jack. I walked up the stairs to grab my bag and change of clothes. Nikki and Georgia were still here talking.  “Y/n, where’s my drink?” Nikki rudely yelled

I sighed bending down to get my leggings, “You know Tess don’t allow me to bring you drinks, Nik” Nikki was a nasty drunk that has passed out on the sunset strip more times that you can count. She huffed and threw her eyeliner brush. 

I finished changing and sighed

“Don’t worry about her, Y/nn. You’re just doing what Tess tells you to do” Georgia pulled me into her arms. “Thanks, Geo. You’re the best” I smiled, we headed downstairs to go home. I was walking to my car, well Duff’s Mustang, my car was in the shop. “Meoww!” I stopped and looked around. Georgia had done left the parking lot, Tess and Sean were still in the club. Suddenly, a tiny orange kitten stumbled in front of me. “Meoww”

“Oh, you’re lost from your mommy. Poor thing, come on I’ll bring you home with me.” I bent down and the kitten walked into my hands. I found a towel, that was in the backseat and laid her on it. “Poor kitty, you’re probably hungry and cold.” I pulled into the parking lot of the apartment complex. The boys were over tonight, I wrapped the kitten in the towel and stuffed her in my hoodie. Twisted the key and walked in. Izzy and Axl were on the couch, Steven laying on Slash’s leg while on the floor. Duff wasn’t no where to be found. “Hey, Y/n. How was work?” Izzy asked. “Hi Iz, good” I sat my keys down and headed to the bedroom.

I looked around for Duff, he wasn’t in here perfect! “Meoww meow” The kitten started to squirm. “Okay okay, you’re out” I sat her on the bed and changed into Duff’s Ramones t-shirt and spandex shorts. “Now, stay here and be quiet. I’ll be back with food, baby” I smiled and shut the door behind me. 

I reached for a small bowl, now needed a can of tuna or chicken. I searched through each cabinet and shelf, nothing. “Fuck me!” I whined. “Is that an offer, baby?” Axl yelled back teasing me. “Hey back off!” I heard Duff yell. “What’s the matter, Angel?” Duff walked in the kitchen. “Pfft” I jumped out of fear of him finding the kitten. “I can’t find anything to eat” I whined. “I can order take out or kick the guys out, I can take you for food” Duff smiled. I was gonna say something when Steven gasped, “Look at her, Izzy” Duff turned around. “Steven, did you bring a kitten to Duff?” Slash asked, fuck I’m busted. Duff when into the living room. 

“Y/n, get in here!” Duff raised his voice

“No”

“Why not?”

“You’re gonna yell at me and make me sit her out to freeze” I whined making Izzy and Axl cackle. I sighed walking behind Duff and waited for the fighting to start. “I’m sorry, Duff. She walked up to me after my shift. It’s late and she seems to be lost from her mom. I’ll sit her out” I pushed beside him and grabbed her from Slash, who was letting her crawl into his hair.  “I’m sorry, please don’t hate me for this, Angel” I kissed her head before walking to the door, but a hand grabbed my arm stopping me.  “She can stay, baby I’m not gonna let you kick her out” Duff said softly. I stared at him, “Really? And you’re not pissed?” 

Duff shook his head, “No not at all, sweetheart. I just didn’t know how she got in here, besides its not the first time Steven brought an animal in.” I smiled, “Sorry I didn’t tell you when I got home. I’ll see if the girls want her or know anybody” 

“No! She’s ours and will live here forever” Duff snatched her out of my arms making her scream. “You scared her, asshole” I whined. Duff brought her to his lips and planted kisses on her head, “Did Mama name you or does she think you’re not good enough for a name?” He grinned and I gave him the finger. “I wasn’t planning on keeping her so why think of a name.”

“What about Pancake?” Steven piped up 

“Huh?” Izzy grumbled

“The hell kind of name is that?” Axl asked getting pissed

“She mine and Duff’s child, we will name her thank you” I sassed all of them back and made Slash laugh. “Y/n, I hate to tell you, there’s no way in hell you and Duff made that ugly thing” Axl rolled his eyes.  “I know she has your hair” Duff smirked.  The boys soon left for the night, Duff was in the kitchen with the kitten. They really warmed up to each other, it was precious. The kitten was currently on his shoulder following Duff’s movement to find her a bowl to eat from.  “Meow meow”  “Oh really, tell me about it” “Meoww” “You’re whinny like your mama, you know?” “How bout we call you, Y/n jr” No response 

“What about Athena?” I asked as the pair walked in the bedroom. Duff and the kitten gave a look to me. “Okay maybe not” Duff sat her on the ground and began unbuckling his belt and jeans. “Meoww” She smacked his calf. “I’ll be done in a second hold on” Duff looked down. I bent down and grabbed her, “Hi baby, Daddy’s a dick huh? Leaving you down there” Duff looked at me. “Daisy?” The kitten shook its head, “You heard her” I giggled. Duff crawled into bed and grabbed her and sat her on his chest. “Willow”  “Juniper, for short Juni” I suggested. Duff and the cat looked at each other and me, “We like it” 

“I’m glad cause I was gonna over rule and give her Steven’s suggestion” I kissed his cheek. “Pancake for name, that’s Uncle Steven’s mind at work” Duff laughed petting Juni.  “Are you gonna make her pay rent?” I asked. “No” “Then why do I have too? I’m cute like Juni” I whined. “You are but she can’t work and I won’t let her” Duff smiled.  “If I had fur and was pint sized that was my way out of rent, wish I had know” I sighed.  “Don’t be so hard on yourself, baby. You’re pint sized” Duff cackled. “Fuck you, McKagan” I pouted.”Hey watch your mouth, the baby is in the room” Duff slapped my thigh playfully.  “Can I get a kiss?” I whined.  Duff leaned down and placed his lips on mine. “There, that better?” I shook my head and pouted my lips at him again. “Needy baby, greedy baby” He smirked before kissing me again and pulled him towards me. He pulled away to sit Juniper on the floor, “She would have got in the way” Duff said. 

[aures-rose]

Dear Diary,

A lot has happened and I don’t want to write about it all but… I guess I should. It’s March now, my birthday month. The second triwizard task has passed and things are supposed to be calm now until it gets closer to the next one but they’re not really.

Tom sent me a birthday gift earlier this week. The first gift of the year. I didn’t even know he knew when my birthday was, but he sent me a unicorn soft-toy and it’s holding a heart that says ‘You’re Magical!’ I’m going to pin the note here, but I don’t think he’s very good at writing, so don’t make fun of him.

 Deer Faryfayce,

Happy Birdday!

Your big frend,

Tom

 I honestly can’t believe he remembered my birthday never mind that he got me a gift. I’m really glad he did though, I mean, it must mean I’m important right? Like, we really are almost best friends? Maybe we can be actual best friends now. I was really happy about it until I found out that he got Talula a necklace for her thirteenth birthday. That's such a grown up gift. It's the kind of gift you get the girl you like, not like a soft-toy. You get your little sister a soft-toy. I know I shouldn't care, it's not like we're dating or anything, I'm dating Jamie and I like Jamie. I don't like Tom. But it still bothers me. Maybe it's because he called me a baby.

Anyways, Lion’s Den happened on Sunday and… Well, it started out okay, if you pretend Alasdair wasn’t there. And Dumb Vicky… but Dumb Vicky brought sea salt caramel cake and we were all meant to be celebrating March birthdays like mine and Andie's. I gave Andie some cake and she ended up knocking the plate into my face. I was covered with icing and cake so I jumped over the couch and smeared cake on her too and everything was just fun, you know? Andie wasn't being mean to Jamie. There was no fighting. Artie and Dumb Vicky and the prefect, Bree, all left and so it was just us and Lex and Alasdair and Ramon who came in to eat cake but he started picking on Andie and so she and I teased him back. At some point though, Andie was teasing and going at Ramon, so I ended up full body binding both of them. I really only meant to get Ramon but then Andie stepped in the way. Anyways, Alasdair and Lex left and I asked Jamie if they had a marker. I was hoping they’d go back to the dorms so I could release Andie but Jamie’s an artist so they actually had a marker on them. And they were all like ‘I don’t feel good about this, you should let them go, Ressy.’ Which sounded like a terrible idea because they’d both be real angry at me and if they were free, they’d be able to curse me back. Anyways, Jamie got all serious and was like ‘I’m going to wait in the clocktower. I know you’ll make the choice that’s right for you.’ And so when they were gone I freed Andie. But Andie thought I /tried/ to curse her and so she was real mad at me. Or maybe it was because it took a whole lot of tries to free her, I’m not sure which. I told her that I was going to free her anyhow when Jamie left but that didn’t work out so anyways, we tried to free Ramon and it took us both forever and her spells kept failing and apparently it hurt Ramon when they did. Well, anyways, I finally got him free and he started yelling and cursing at us. I felt like crying but then instead I started to laugh, I really don’t know why. It was like, I couldn’t help but to laugh at the whole stupid day. And I mean, I was glad that I was laughing instead of crying in front of Andie and especially instead of crying because this dumb boy yelled at me but then he started calling me a freak and talking about my eyes. He called me an alien and an abomination and said that I was lucky I wasn’t a boy because he would’ve smashed my head in. He also called Andie… some not so nice stuff...and a donut? Anyways, I don’t know if it’s because he called me a freak or if it’s because he was insulting Andie or if it was because I stopped taking my calming draughts when Professor Mac told me I should but I ended up shoving Ramon and telling him to try it then. Andie freaked out and grabbed me so I couldn’t punch him in his stupid face even when he kept calling me a freak and calling Andie names too. I’ve never been that angry in my whole life- even before Hogwarts, before calming draughts. I just wanted to hurt him and I told him I hated him and tried to kick him but Andie was pulling me away. I ended up remembering I had my wand in my hand and I hit him with a knockback jinx and Andie made her gum fly up his nose. He ran away and Andie left to go back to the dorms but… I hate him. I hope he’s afraid every moment until we graduate and that he’s always looking over his shoulder afraid that we’ll curse him, /really/ curse him like the Fae in my books.

I left after that and went to meet Jamie in the clocktower. I really feel like maybe I’m not as good a person as they think I am. I couldn’t tell them that though. I told them about what happened though and about how tired I am of always being yelled at because people think I won’t do anything about it or being told that I’m a freak or a beast because I’m part veela. I’m tired of being told I should just let people be mean because they’re just scared or because I might get hurt! I told Jamie everything and they agreed and hugged me and I think they’re honestly the most good a person could ever be. I could tell the conversation bothered them so I asked them about the birthday gift they had for me and so they dug in their backpack to get it and… Well, it was wrapped in this blue-green shimmery fish-scale paper and it had a bow on it that reminded me of mother-of-pearl and when I opened it it was this mechanical mermaid! She swam out and she kind of floats around and everything. Jamie said they wanted to bring a piece of the ocean to me which is one of the nicest things anyone’s ever said to me. It’s up there with being called fairy-face and being asked if I’m a mermaid. I loved it so much I couldn’t even tell Jamie how much so I just hugged them really tight. Of course, when I was hugging them, I remembered I had cake on my face and told them I should clean up and ask if they wanted to go to the commons with me.

On the way to the commons, we ran into Everlina and… That was not really good. You remember that boy Rubicon? I wrote about him before, he’s the one who told me my violin sounded like a dying boggart and also he doesn’t like me because I’m part veela? He and Everlina have been friends since before we were even sorted, when his house burned down, he went to stay with Eve and her family… Well, he only just realised that she’s halfblood and ended up totally losing it when he found out! Everly says he basically went crazy and started talking about how non-purebloods just want to kill purebloods and steal their magic and how he started to hurt himself and was crying and stuff and she wanted him to go to the Hospital Wing with her but he just wouldn’t! Anyways, Everly was really upset about it and so I gave her a hug but really I want to find him and curse him too for making her cry. I don’t know why people in this school are just allowed to get away with this stuff! I just don’t get it! I think I’m going to write Professor Green about it, she’s his head of house. Maybe she can do something about it, unlike when Professor Rask told us Octavia was just scared. Talula warned me to stay away from Ruby himself though because we’re too evenly matched, being in the same year, and he might really hurt me but I’m not afraid of him! We all decided to disperse and head back to our commons when the Head Boy caught us. I think Jamie expected us to get in trouble but he was really nice.

I ran into Tom in the Great Hall the next day and I thanked him for the soft-toy and gave him a hug and everything. He and Talula (and Eve too, though I didn’t find that out until later) got these letters from these dueling clubs telling them they were interested in them when they graduate. That’s really cool, right? Tom’s club was the Dragons which he says is a really cool team and that they must be interested in him because his da must be one. I know Tom really likes his Da, so maybe that’s why he was so excited. They even sent him a t-shirt that he put on and started dancing in. He’s not really a good dancer but that’s okay, I told him he has wicked cool moves anyhow. He and Talula started talking about starting up dueling club again though which is really cool. Maybe, since the only spells I can really do are body binds and knock-backs, I can actually get good too. It felt really bad listening to everyone talk about their dueling invites. I know they all deserve them and they’re all really good, I just keep thinking about how I failed my charms exam last year and the practical part of the DADA one and how I’m just really bad at casting magic in general and it makes me feel worse and worse.

Anyways, I remembered that I don’t know Tom’s birthday so I asked him when it was and he said he’d give me his address so I can send him something. I was thinking about sending him a dragon soft-toy but then he said not to send him one. I might send him one anyhow and something else, something cool too. His birthday’s on the 21st of August. He also said I could come visit him in Surrey over the summer when I told him he could come visit me too. He says his mum’s almost never around so maybe he’d like the company? Jamie said I could come visit them too in a muggle community, so that cool too! Maybe I’ll actually do something this summer instead of just being sent away.

I think that’s everything I have to write about this time, but it won’t be long before I write again.

[ssttitdramon]

Something’s Got You

Ramón Morales x Reader

Request: Can you write a ramon imagine where they left his town together (him cause of the draft and she went with cause he’s all she has.) and when the story’s start happening the reader almost dies and yeah? ❤️

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Word Count: 1,651 (sorry if its longer than expected!)

-Note: This is right when the stories start, as requested (spoilers!). The first night though, Sarah Bellows writes two stories, the Tommy/Harold story is first and a few hours later she writes your story. Your monster (ghost is a better way of saying it I guess) is the girl from The Girl Who Stood On A Grave from the first SSTTITD book. 

-Also: The book explains that the knife pinned her skirt down, but in this imagine I wrote that the knife tore through her skirt and pinned her foot down- just to clear up any confusion in case you look up the story. Hope you enjoy it!

Town after town, they all just blurred onto one another. Same strangers with different faces, all except for the one on the wheel next to you. When Ramón received the cursed draft notice, it seemed as though whatever little foundation you had left of yourself really started to crumble.

After your father and Ramón’s brother were drafted, the two of you got closer. Ramón knew you were on your own now that your dad, the only family you had, was out fighting. You found company and solace in one another, praying to whoever for their safe return, except neither of you expected for them to return in body bags. 

So when Ramón received notification, it felt as though someone was tearing through your skin and ribs to get to your heart. First your father and now Ramón? You wanted to keep hold of Ramón with your heels digging into the earth, wishing for no more harm, no more death, no more suffering. 

Ramón however, was already terrified after seeing his brother throw himself out there for his country, only to come back beyond recognition. His heart ached as he heard his mother cry every night, begging to her God for answers, wondering why He couldn’t save su pobre mijito. Ramón didn’t want to leave his family or you, he didn’t want to allow them or you to see the world rip him apart as well. So he left them a letter apologizing for running away, promising he’ll be safe- writing to his mother that she won’t lose another son like that again. You caught him making a letter for you too, but you just could not allow what was left of your world to run out on his own.

Now at the moment, you find yourselves in Pennsylvania, deciding to stop in the small, quiet town of Mill Valley for some days. Your first night there is already eventful, just when the two of you decided to catch Night of the Living Dead at the drive-in, you defend three random kids in Halloween costumes from racist white jocks, and now you’re standing in front of some old haunted house with them. 

“Ramón, this doesn’t feel right.” you hold back, it felt cursed, as if though the house had eyes on the two of you, the trio’s quick bits of the Bellows legend not helping with your anxiety at all. 

Ramón offers a smile and lifts a hand to cup your cheek, “Tell you what, let’s just see what they’re on about. At the first sign of trouble we’re out of there, yeah?” he suggests. 

He carefully leads you in, holding your hand as you all look around, yet you still couldn’t shake off the feeling of hungry eyes on the two of you. Ramón finds what seems to be a secret door in a wall, he asks you and Stella to help him push it and sure enough it was an entry to a secret room. Holding on to his arm you enter the dark room, you could see a broken down bed frame, with a chair, a table and a bookshelf. Stella walks closer to the bookshelf and pulls out a book, the four of you peer over her shoulder and see stories written in red writing, coming to the conclusion that the book is Sarah Bellows’ book of stories. Out of nowhere, you hear the entryway to the secret room shut, you all run over and hear Tommy and Ruth outside. Somehow, someway, Tommy seems to let Ruth open it until she’s pushed in as well, shutting the door and he leaves. You reach for Ramón, feeling a strong presence eyeing everyone down as you all desperately try to get the door open. One last smack at it and it somehow opens on its own. Once you all hurry outside, Ramón’s vandalized car comes into view with that stupid slur sprawled from the front and back. You give him a reassuring squeeze to his arm and he mentions taking the car into a shop tomorrow.

That night, Stella offers her basement for the two of you to stay in, “Thank you really, we appreciate it.” you smile as she hands you a blanket. Down there, the basement had a couch, piles of books, boxes, an old lamp, a large tool box, a wooden bureau, one broken mirror and a bicycle missing a wheel. A bit cluttered, but still neat enough to move around. You collapse on the couch burying your head into a dusty pillow, you still couldn’t seem to shake off the feeling of being watched since you left the house earlier. 

You feel Ramón nudge your thigh, “Gonna make room for me there?” he asks. You hum in response and somehow the two of you manage to adjust yourselves in that small couch. 

Tucking your head under his chin, you hesitate in telling him about your paranoia. Ramón being Ramón, he picked up on it, “You alright? Your head seems to be somewhere else.” he whispered, concern in his voice.

You shrug, one night in this town already left you feeling completely exhausted and all you wanted to do was sleep in his arms now. 

“I don’t know, it’s something about that house. I don’t think we were alone, Ramón.” his arm around you tightened at the mention of the Bellows house.

“I felt it too and it wasn’t just that Tommy kid.” he replies, lightly tracing circles on your back. 

You pull the blanket up closer, “If something was there, I hope it stays there.” you murmur, placing a light kiss underneath his jaw as the two of you drift off to sleep.

Hours later, you felt the need to go to the bathroom so you wiggled yourself out of Ramón’s hold and sneaked up the stairs. You remember Stella telling you to go to the bathroom by the living room, which is the one furthest away from her father’s bedroom. As you do your business, you hear a quiet thump in the hall. You stop and hold your breath, trying to hear for anything else. You wait in silence for two minutes, nothing. You quickly flush the toilet, wash your hands and there it was again. You hear hurried footsteps coming from down the hall with a curious light thump accompanying one of the steps. They stop by the bathroom door, the doorknob wiggles a bit and you hear a girl’s voice- “It’s got me…” she croaks from the other side. You step back, it couldn’t be Stella, this voice seemed to belong to an older girl. The doorknob wiggles again and you hold onto it, but somehow the lock undid itself. The knob turned quickly, nearly spraining your wrist and the door opened, pushing you back. There in front of you was a tall pale girl, with glowing eyes, disheveled hair and her jaw wide open. She was dressed in black with a torn skirt, and in her rotten left foot, a knife penetrating through it. 

“Something… has got me.” she moans when suddenly she jerks back, as if though something was tugging at her foot. Violently tugged again she grabs onto the frame of the door and leaps at you, sharp nails tearing into your arms. You yelp, another tug and the two of you stumble onto the floor, her claw-like fingers drawing blood from you. Before you could even yell or kick her away, something quickly pulls the two of you into the hallway and through the open front door. 

You cry out, thrashing about as she hisses “Something’s got me and it’s got you too!” over and over. When the two of you end up in Stella’s front yard she jumps on top of you, her open jaw drooling with saliva. As you struggle against her bony hands, one manages to grab both of your arms. You moan in pain as she holds them tight and pin them against your chest, leaving you breathless. 

Her other hand digs at the dirt next to your head, quickly making it hollow. In just a few seconds, she’s made a giant hole and throws you in. Immediately you feel other cold, bony hands hold you down from beneath you, they grab at your legs, torso, arms, mouth and head.

“Something’s got you!” she shouts, leaning over to her left foot, she pulls out the knife. She jumps into the hole with you and gleefully holds the rusty knife to your throat. You cry into whatever hand has your mouth covered, trying to make yourself heard.

“No!” a voice yells out, startling the girl and causing her knife to slide through your chest, leaving a flesh wound at the very least. Above you, you see a wide-eyed Stella clutching a book in her arms. Next to Stella appears Ramón, holding a large hammer he swings at the girl’s head. The girl wails, grabbing at her head and she stumbles back.

“He’s got me! He’s got me!” the girl cries out in pain. Ramón swings again at her chest, dropping her to her knees. Before he can swing again, the earth beneath the girl began to rise around her. Noticing the hands that held you down are gone you quickly stand up, grab Stella and Ramón’s hands and pull yourself up. You can still hear her wailing, but the earth swallows her whole, leaving a clear undisturbed patch of dirt in front of you. Ramón drops the hammer and quickly pulls you into his chest. You wrap your arms around him and cry into his shoulder, the cuts on your arms and chest staining his shirt. Ramón doesn’t care though, he nearly lost you tonight and barely saved you in time. He holds you tight, the feeling of guilt blooming in his chest, feeling as if though it’s his fault that you almost lost your life.

~If you guys don’t mind, I’d like some feedback on this since it’s my first official Ramón imagine 😣

[ranger-of-estel]

Could you do a Captain Canary meeting their future daughter and finding out she's following in their footsteps and became a vigilante/timetraveler?

So I apologize this has taken forever to answer, but hopefully it doesn’t disappoint. Personally I rather liked the way it came out, may add it to my list of possible AUs for the future.

Captain Canary - EstablishedAll the fluff

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               Sara and Leonard board the Waverider, hands clasped between them. “We definitely waited to long between date nights.” Sara states, smiling over at him, “thank you.”

               “You did most of the planning this time.” Len shrugged, tugging her closer to his side. “I’m just glad to see the ship in once piece.” Sara chuckles as they make their way to the bridge. The halls are quieter than usual, but neither is immediately concerned by it. At least until they reach the bridge, pausing at the sight before them.

               There are a pair of strangers focused intently on something at the hollotable. One is a tall young man with brown hair. His broad shoulders accented by a snug shirt, and comfortable jeans. The second is a young woman; athletic build with a small gun holstered to her thigh and what Sara believes are throwing knives at her waist. Her dark hair falls in soft curls over her shoulders of her red shirt, skinny jeans accentuating her curves until they disappear into boots.

               Sara’s just begun reaching for a knife when the other woman turns, crystal blue eyes narrowing at the pair. “What are you doing here?”

               “This is my ship,” Sara responds, crossing her arms.

               “Who the hell are you?” Leonard’s gaze narrows.

               “Gideon?” The young woman tosses a confused glance toward the ceiling.

               “My apologies, Captain Lance.” The A.I. replies. “It would appear that our guests aren’t from the same point in the timeline as we are.”

               “Lance?” Sara asks, glancing from the ship to the other woman.

               “This is, awkward,” the woman frowns.

               Before anyone can comment a new voice joins the mix. “Hey Laurel, I’m getting some weird readings from – “ The new young woman cuts off as she enters the bridge. Brown eyes light up as she sees them. “Uncle Lenny!” She sprints forward, nearly tackling Leonard. Her arms locking around him, “I didn’t know you were visiting!”

               Normally Sara would laugh at Len’s what the hell?? Look, but right now she’s to focused on the woman across from her. “Laurel…Lance?”

               The other woman nods, gives a small smile. “You always say you named me after the strongest woman you knew.” She gives a soft laugh, “Ollie says I look like her when I start to argue.” She glances at Len, whos shaking his head at the young scientist, his niece, while she chatters away. “You always say I’m more like dad, but with aunt’s moral compass.”

               Leonard’s attention is caught now, Laurel shooting him a bemused smile. “Hey, dad.”

               “So,” Leonard drawls, looking between the three women. “Second generation Legends?”

               Laurel nods, “couple years now.”

               “What about you?” He looks over at the other young man.

               “Me?” he looks almost surprised to be called upon, dragging his eyes from the schematic on the table. “Michael Palmer, but everyone calls me Mick.” He smiles at Sara, “nice to see you, Captain.” After a moment his attention shifts to the youngest girl, “Claire, what were you saying about readings?”

               “Oh,” she shrugs. “In light of…well, this.” She motions to Sara and Len. “I’d say it’s probably their Waverider landing in the area.”

               Len glances to his daughter with a smirk, “mind giving us a lift?”

               Laurel grings, reminding him immensely of Sara. “I think we can arrange that.”

               “Well,” Michael looks between the pair, “at least now we know why you were so intent we come out here.”

               “Instead of enjoying our shore leave, I might add.” A man in his late twenties enters the room, throwing Sara an achingly familiar smile.

               “Stien?” Len raises a brow.

               “Just Ronny, please.” He looks between them, then glances up. “Gideon, are you sure it Is safe to be in close proximity to the other Waverider?”

               “As long as we don’t touch it we’ll be fine.” Claire answers with a shrug.

               “Miss Ramon is correct,” Gideon replies. “I’ve located the other ship, whenever you are ready, Captain.”

               “Fire up the engines –“ Sara and Laurel stop, laughing before Sara dips her head. “Your ship, Captain.”

               Laurel just grins, and they buckle in for the short trip. They touch down in a clearing across from the second ship. “Guess this our stop,” Sara looks over the group of young heroes.

               Laurel smiles, “don’t worry, you’ll be seeing plenty of us before you know it.” She and Sara share a short embrace, then she moves to Leonard. There’s a gentleness, and adoration in her eyes that makes his stomach do a little flip. “See you later, dad.” She leans up to press a kiss to his cheek.

               “Captain,” Gideon interrupts. “It would appear Miss Queen has also boarded the incorrect ship.”

               Laurel swears, and Sara grins. “Miss Queen? Ollie has a girl?”

               Laurel nods, motioning that she’ll walk them out. “I should go get her before she picks a fight with your Constantine.”

               Leonard smirks, “that sounds like a story.”

               “Oh, you’ll be there for it.” She assures him, amusement dancing in her eyes.

               Once they are outside the hatch of the other Waverider opens. Mick is leading a woman about Laurel’s age out. She has dark hair pulled into a low ponytail, a small bow and quiver slung onto her back. She has Felicity’s eyes and height, but her strong shoulders and defined features scream Ollie.

               “Cass,” Sara hears Laurel give a longsuffering sigh, walking closer to the other woman. “You punched him, didn’t you?”

               The other woman shrugs, “he deserved it.”

               “You realize he doesn’t know that yet, right?” Laurel cocks her head slightly.

               “Doesn’t know what?” Constantine glares from the cargo ramp, glass of ice held to his cheek.

               “Not important,” Laurel shakes her head, giving Cassandra a behave look that Sara knows is similar to the one she gives Len. Which brings her attention to the way the second woman is leaning into her daughters space. Laurel offering an almost smile as she bumps the other woman’s shoulder affectionatly with her own.

               “Beautiful, badass…our daughter has good tast.” Sara grins. Leonard makes an amused sound, offering a small nod as Sara’s hand slips into his.

               “What’s so funny?” Cassandra glares.

               “Just thinking how much I’ll enjoy seeing your father when he learns the daughter of a thief stole your heart.” Len drawls with a shrug.

               Laurel flushes at the comment, suddenly looking like a teenager who’s been caught. But it quickly shifts into realization. “Wait! That means you’ve known this whole time!”

               Cassandra laughs, offering a quick bow of her in greeting. “As much as we’d love to stay.” She glances to where John is still glowering from the Waverider door. She grins, then slips her hand into Laurel’s, tugging her toward the ship. Laurel rolls her eyes and Sara laughs, she and Len waving farewell before turning to board their own ship.

               “What was that about?” Constantine frowns, still half glaring at the departing ship.

               “A story for another time.” Sara replies, ushering the crew back inside.

               Mick smirks, offering a knowing look before chuckling. “Congrats,” he walks down the hall before either can respond.

               The pair make their way to the Captain’s quarters. Sara moves to sit on the bed while Len shrugs out of his jacket. “We have a daughter,” Sara states, looking up at Len.

               “A daughter who captain’s the Waverider.”

               “I didn’t think I could,” Sara’s hand goes to her stomach, “after the pit.”

               Leonard hums in agreement, “I never planned to…after Lewis…”

               “Hey,” Sara reaches out, hand finding his. “You won’t be him,” she gives a breathy laugh. “In fact, she seemed to still like us both.”

               Leonard chuckles at that, sitting on the bed next to her. “If she comes out a hero, we must not do to badly.”

               Sara bumps her shoulder into him, “looks like you make a pretty great uncle too.”

               He smiles, “she reminded me of Lisa at that age.” He looks down at her, brow furrowing slightly, “does this mean we’re supposed to settle down?”

               Sara scoffs, “absolutely not.” She kicks off her shoes, scooting further onto the bed. “We’ll just slow down a little.”

               “Mm,” he toes off his shoes by the nightstand, following her up the bed. “That doesn’t sound so bad.” He leans down to kiss her softly.

               She smiles into the kiss, which she reciprocates before snuggling into his side. “Officially the weirdest end to a date yet.”

               He chuckles, arm wrapping around her shoulders. “Let’s hope it stays that way, I don’t need anymore surprises from the future.” She hums her agreement, conversation turning to other things until they doze off together. Each dreaming of a future they’d never believed possible.

[winchester-with-wings]

Chemical Reactions (Part 25)

Series Summary: Being a teacher at Central City Academy doesn’t leave much time for a personal life. You didn’t really notice or care…that is until the day the new substitute science teacher, Barry Allen makes an appearance.

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Part 25 Summary: Barry and Julian have a heart to heart...

Pairing: Barry Allen x Reader, Substitute Teacher!Barry Allen x Teacher!Reader

Word Count: 1000ish

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“Hey Y/N!” Cisco greets you. The two of you embrace. “Did you have a good summer?”

“Yes,” you answer quietly with a soft smile. “Oh, Julian, this is Cisco Ramon. He’s the computer and technology electives teacher. Cisco, this is Julian, my-- boyfriend.” Barry and Cisco definitely notice the way to you hesitate for a millisecond.

Julian shakes hands with Cisco. “Pleasure.”

“And you know Barry obviously?” Cisco bridges the conversation as if he doesn’t already know the answer. Barry’s eyes are locked on yours until that moment, searing into you, looking through you. Can he see to the very heart of you? Does he know how much it hurts? Even now, just taking in the stiff figure of a man you’ve known so intimately? He’s wearing ripped blue jeans and a burgundy t-shirt under an unbuttoned blue shirt. He looks as tired as you feel.

“Yes, we met briefly on the street over the summer.” Barry nods, acknowledging Julian’s version of events.

“Y/N giving you a tour of the place?” Barry asks, trying to be polite.

“Yes. I was actually hoping to run into you too. I was wondering if I could see your room and lab? I’m curious to see how it’s organized and stocked for a grade school.”

“Yeah, he’s definitely fixed it too. When Mr. Allen came to our school he was shocked to see how it was organized,” you comment, recalling one of your first visits to Barry’s classroom. The corner of Barry’s mouth twitches like he’s remembering that time too.

“Nitric acid next to hydrazine. Permanganates on top of acetone,” Barry lists and Julian frowns, clearly understanding the science. He looks at Julian, knowing that you’re still staring at him.

“The definition of dangerous,” you quote Barry from that day. What had you said in response to that? “You’re the definition of dangerous, Barry Allen.” And it was true. Nearly a year later and the danger had run its course and broken both your hearts.

“Exactly,” Barry agrees with a tight-lipped smile.

“Sounds interesting,” Julian commented, still oblivious. “I’d love to add that to my little tour. Are you available this afternoon?”

“I’m available right now,” Barry says curtly. “If Y/N doesn’t mind, I could steal you away for a few minutes.”

“Oh I don’t think it would be any trouble. Right, Y/N?”

“Right…” What is Barry playing at? “I’ll just meet you back at my room when you’re done.”

“Excellent. Lead the way, Mr. Allen.”

Cisco stays behind with you as Barry and Julian walk away.

“Cisco? What is he going to do?” you ask shakily.

“Don’t worry. He won’t kill him…” You frown at Cisco, swatting at his arm. “At least I don’t think he will. The summer was rough on him, Y/N.” he says, seeking sympathy for his friend.

“He’s not the only one.”

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Barry leans against one of his lab tables, watching Julian inspect his classroom. He rubs his furrowed brow, trying to soothe the pain in his head from grimacing. His tolerance Julian’s ignorance is wearing thin. 

“Fascinating.”

“Mm-hm,” he agrees tersely.

“You enjoy working here?” Julian comes to lean on another one of the tables, his hands in his pockets.

“I did.”

“Oh?” Julian crosses his arms over his chest and tilts his head with confusion.

“Until Y/N…” Barry grumbles while he rubs at the back of his head. He crosses his arms as well, hiding his clenched fists.

“I’m sorry? What? Why?” Barry uncrosses his arms and holds onto the edge of the table countertop. His knuckles are white as he holds onto it.

“Julian, you should know...since you obviously don’t already know…We’re not going to be friends. I don’t like you. I won’t ever like you. I just can’t.”

Julian scoffs in disbelief and shakes his head. “Oh? Can I ask what I’ve done to deserve your animosity?”

“Y/N is...she was...mine. And I still love her. I’ll never stop loving her. So I need you leave me alone. Keep your distance. Because I don’t know how long I can play nice.”

“Not very long, it would seem. I had no idea. She mentioned she’d gone through a break-up…but if she left you…”

“She didn’t...we didn’t want to. We had to break up. And if our circumstances ever change, I won’t stay away. So,” Barry shrugged. “Fair warning.”

“Well...I guess I can appreciate your honesty. It’s clear Y/N hasn’t been.”

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Julian doesn’t come back to your classroom after his visit with Barry. You don’t want to read into it, but it’s hard to not imagine the two of them in a room alone. What would Barry do? When you text Julian for an explanation, he just says that he had a work emergency, but what could that even be? As an archaeologist, his work was hundreds of years old or more; couldn’t they wait one more day?

You don’t press the issue since Julian holds to your dinner commitment the next night.

He knocks at the door to your apartment and you wipe your hands on a dish towel before opening the door.

“Hey!” you peck him on the lips and invite him in. “Dinner is almost ready. Just have to let it rest for a few minutes before cutting into it. Can I take your coat?” After not getting a proper goodbye the day before, you’re eager to get him out of his blazer and comfortable.

He takes it off but doesn’t hand it to you. He sets it on the back of a chair.

“Actually, Y/N...I’m…” His forehead is wrinkled and he seems more brooding than usual.

“What? What’s wrong?”

“I’m not able to stay for dinner.”

“Oh,” you frown.

“I wanted to come over and see you though. I wanted to talk.” Julian takes your hand and brings you over to your couch where the two of you sit down.

“That doesn’t sound good. Did I do something wrong? What’s wrong?”

“N-no no. You didn’t. Not exactly,” he reassures you. “Or...well perhaps…”

“Julian, I’m confused.” You can feel the heat rising from under your collar. You don’t feel tears coming, but your throat constricts and burns as you adjust to his serious tone.

Uneasy, Julian gets to his feet and rests his elbow on your fireplace mantle. He looks at you. “Why didn’t you tell me?” he says quietly.

“What?” you respond, your voice a whisper.

“Why didn’t you tell me about Barry Allen?”

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[the--blackdahlia]

Too Young to Fall in Love Chapter 9 (Dirt!Nikki x Reader)

Title: Too Young to Fall in Love 9

Summary: Nikki Sixx was a hard partying musician on the strip. He never expected to fall in love with anyone, until a girl knocked on his dressing room door looking for a ride home and took his breath away. Just like everything else Nikki did; the drugs, the money, the music; Nikki went hard with love. (Y/n) Bass never expected the bassist of Motley Crue to be the one to shake her calm and calculated life up. She had a plan. Graduate school, become an epic producer, and watch from behind the scenes as her brother’s band rose to fame. Nikki and (Y/n) were perfect for each other, too bad her brother, Tommy, didn’t think so.

Series warnings:  Smut (18+ Please), drug use, language, referenced miscarriage, drug overdose, mentioned attempted suicide, out of character moments for everyone in the band, the timeline might be a little screwy but it’s fanfiction! I know nothing of music production and my medical knowledge is really screwy, so it won’t be accurate.

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She was waiting outside, looking down at her shoes like it was the most interesting. She was about to turn and head back in to check the time. Of course he wouldn’t show up. Why would he?

“Shit.” Nikki grumbled as he pulled up by the sidewalk.  Leaving the car idling, he ran up to her and gently grabbed her hand, making her turn and look at him. “Sorry! I’m so sorry! Tommy borrowed my car to get gas for his bike and then he lost my keys and I was looking for them and by the time I found them, it was after 6 o’clock. I… if you want to cancel I can understand, but please let me make it up to you for being late?” Nikki rambled as he looked down at the ground in shame.

"Oh Nikki, I was scared that you changed your mind." She looked away. "That Tommy sounds like fun."

“Like a snake bite,” Nikki sighed. “I’m really sorry, I understand if you don’t want to see me again,” Nikki breathed. He felt like a failure, he let her down.

"Of course I want to see you silly boy." She smiled at him. "Off we go?" She held her hand out for him.

Nikki gave her a bright smile, “Let’s go sweet girl,” he pulled her in for a sweet deep kiss. “Lets go catch our movie first and then dinner.”

He helped her into the car and drove off towards the movie theater.  The opted to see The E.T the Extra Terrestrial, and Nikki found himself liking the movie and loving (Y/n) snuggling up to him. They were sharing a bag of popcorn and there were few times where their hands reached at the same time. NIkki let her eat most of it. He kissed her head during the movie letting her know he was enjoying her company.  It didn’t take long before he gently pulled her face up and began kissing her deeply. His hand cupped her face before running his fingers rently through her hair.

(Y/n)felt herself pressing up against him and giving a soft sigh. Nikki smirked against her lips at the sounds she made. Kissing her again he felt his heart pound in his chest and the bulge in his pants get bigger.  Shifting slightly to fix himself he broke the kiss and touched his nose against hers.

“I hope Chinese is ok for dinner,” he whispered to her.    

“I love Chinese food.” (Y/n) smiled. “It’s like you can read my mind.”

“What can I say,” Nikki kissed her again. “I know what my girlfriend likes,” he realized his words and blush. “That is if you want to be… mygirlfriend.” he rushed.

“Mr. Sixx, did you just ask me to be your girlfriend?” (Y/n) laughed.

“Yes… unless you think it’s too fast and i’m not good enough… and….” Nikki felt her lips on his, shutting him up.

“I would love to be your girlfriend Nikki Sixx.” She smiled at him.

As soon as the movie was over they made their way to the Chinese restaurant. Once at a booth Nikki relaxed and smiled.

“So, you have siblings, and they sound kind of… I don’t know, mean?” Nikki shrugged. “I don’t know how anyone who cannot appreciate that brain of yours.”

“My siblings are kinda idiots,” (Y/n) laughed. “My sister is smarter than my brother. Nessa likes to say that mom and dad were saving all the brains for me.” She sighed. “I just wish I was as cool as them.”

“You are cool,” Nikki argued. “I mean hey, you listen to us and Aerosmith, and I’m sure you listen to other artists I haven’t mentioned that are pretty cool.” NIkki reached for her hand as he shoveled a spoonful of fried rice into his mouth.

“The Beatles are my favorite band,” She shrugged. “My brother teases me, but I cried so hard when John Lennon died.”

“You and me both sweet girl,” Nikki said and smiled at her. “Your brother sounds like he doesn’t know good music even if it hits him in the ass.”

“Oh, I’m telling him that.” She laughed. “He’d probably go pout and blair his old Led Zeppelin records.”

Nikki laughed but forgot he was eating and almost choked on his food. Taking a sip of water and cleared his throat, “Your brother is lame to make fun of you but listen to Zep!”

“Right?” She took a sip of her drink. “I can appreciate all kinds of different music. Just not classical. Not too big on it.” She smiled at him. “Besides yourself, what’s your favorite band?”

“Well, Zeppelin is one, then you got Queen, Leapard, Ramones, Kiss.” Nikki smiled.

“God, I would love to go see Queen.” (Y/n) said. “Freddie Mercury has better eyelashes and makeup than I do though.” She laughed. “But, I think your makeup is pretty good too.”

NIkki chuckled, “Maybe I can score us some tickets when they come by.” (Y/n) smiled at him.

“Do you have a gig tomorrow night?” (Y/n) asked. “My brother wants to hang out and...I just wanna make sure I don’t miss anything.”

“Yeah, we’re playing at Whiskey tomorrow,” Nikki said. “Best part is we live right down the street from it,” he put money on the table for their food. They got up and headed out.

“That’s convenient.” (Y/n) laughed. “Bet it’s party central there.”

“Sometimes,” Nikki shrugs, “But the parties are boring without you.”

“I never was one for big parties. My brother and sister used to make me hang out in my room when they threw house parties, or they sent me off to Nessa’s. Think that’s when I started falling in love with muric.” She shrugged.

“Well, I think you would be a party animal,” Nikki said as he pulled her close as he walked with her along the street. “I want to kiss you so bad right now.”

“Who’s saying you can’t?” (Y/n) asked with a smile. “Might be the last time you get to before your bandmates interrupt us.”

“I got the best spot for us,” he smiled. “Come on”

“Where are we going?” (Y/n) asked as Nikki led her down the street. Nikki led her to his car and drove her to the Hollywood sign.

“I figured we can get a nice view,” he said as he parked the car and helped her out. Lifting her by her waist he sat her on the hood and sat by her. “What do you think?”

“It’s beautiful.” She said, looking out of Los Angeles. “I’ve done day hikes up here, but never night. It’s gorgeous.”

NIkki was looking at her, “Yeah it is.” he smiled.

“Have you ever wanted to leave California?” (Y/n) asked him, staring down at the lights.

“I was born in San Jose, Mom moved around alot had a lot of shitty step-dads when my dad split.”  he sighed and looked at the scenery. “My childhood wasn’t a happy one.” She reached out and held his hand.

“I know my siblings were mean to me, but I can only imagine what you went through.” She leaned against him. “I hope that I can make you happy now though.”

“You already are making me happy sweet girl,” he whispered as he pulled her in for a kiss. One hand cupped her face, the other wrapped around her waist. “I feel like i’m falling real hard and fast for you (Y/n) I can’t explain it.”

“I think I might be falling for you too.” (Y/n) admitted, leaning in to kiss him again.

Nikki let his hands roam her body as his fingers found their way under her shirt. His lips moved from her mouth to her jaw, to her ear, and then down her neck. (Y/n) moaned softly, but slowly pushed him back.

“Nikki, I really like you, I do...but...I never...you know…” She looked down, ashamed.

“You mean you’re a...oh… OH!” Nikki caressed her cheek and moved her face so he could gaze into her eyes. “That just means I would need to plan a date in a more comfortable spot away from the guys.”  Nikki rasped. “That is if you still want to be with me… I won’t pressure you… I mean it’s your choice.”

‘I want to,” She told him. “Maybe a couple more dates?” She asked, afraid he’d be upset.

“Sounds like a plan,” he smiled as he brought her in for a kiss. “How about I take you home?”

“Sounds great.” She smiled and slid off the hood with him. “Thank you for tonight.”

“Anything for my girl,” he said helping her into the car and driving her home holding her hand the whole way. He pulled up at the dorm.

“Thank you Nikki.” She smiled at him. “I had a great time. And I’ll be at the concert tomorrow night, barring inconvenience. I don’t have any classes tomorrow after my 8 am.”

“Maybe I can sneak away for a few to come make out with you?” Nikki wiggled his eyebrows as he parked next to the sidewalk to her dorm. Leaning over he pulled her in for another kiss. “Sorry, I just can’t help myself.”

“I think I’d love that.” She kissed him again. “I can’t get enough of that.”

“Ok, I’ll see what I can do just tell me where you’ll be at and I can meet you.” Nikki smiled kissing her again.

“Okay.” She kissed him one more time. “I probably should get in. Thank you for everything again Mr. Sixx.”

“Ok, sweet girl.” he whispered before kissing her again. “I’ll call you when I get to my apartment just to make sure you’re ok.” he whispered.

“I might be asleep, so please don’t be upset if I don’t answer.” (Y/n) told him. “Goodnight Nikki.” She kissed his cheek and headed towards the door, where Vanessa was waiting.

Nikki drove off towards his home as Vanessa ushered Y/N to her dorm. “So...how was it?”

“Amazing.” (Y/n) said dreamily. “I really like him Nessa. Would you want to go see Motley Crue tomorrow night? Athena might want to go too.”

“Does that mean I get to meet the infamous Vince Neil?” she said. “Rumor has it he’s really good in bed.”

“Sure, we’ll set you up.” (Y/n) laughed. “Let’s go get some sleep. I’ve got an 8 am.” They headed to Vanessa’s room. She had a double room, but no room mate. “I need to tell him I don’t really live here.”

“Do it sooner rather than later,” she sang. “So how should I dress tomorrow?”

“Jeans and I’ll let you borrow one of my band tees.” (Y/n) told her. “You’ll knock him dead.”

“That sounds like a plan,” Vanessa sighed as she gave (Y/n) some PJ's to sleep in. “So… are you and Nikki going to…. have a deflowering ceremony?” she batted her eyes at (Y/n).

“Oh my god.” (Y/n) groaned. “We talked about it. I think he wanted to tonight and I told him I’d never...and he seemed okay with waiting.” She sighed. “He’ll probably just find another girl on the side, right?”

“I wouldn’t hold my breath,” Vanessa smiled. “He seems happy with you.”

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[clarketomylexa]

that’s what best friends do, chapter two

“Boys suck,” she decides.

Lexa blinks at her, blank faced.

“I’m gay,” she says, just like that. It’s as simple as if boiled down to a definition, poetic as Gatsby’s ending and Clarke opens her mouth to say something, then closes it again. She doesn’t know what she is supposed to say other than what they are told in health class but all of that seems too wrong when faced with Lexa looking at her like this.

“Okay,” she says, because there’s really nothing more than that.

Lexa has always been hers.

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At Clarke’s behest, Lexa details her in all the things she forgot to tell her about camp; the color war, ‘swim the lake’ which Lexa finished in record time in the seventh week of her session after training every day with a group of twenty other girls, and Costia who lives in Connecticut and writes Lexa every week of the school term, hoping she will come back to camp next summer.

She reads one of the letters aloud one day after school as they sit on Clarke’s bed. Clarke is cross-legged with the back end of her pen in her mouth as she noodles through a workbook and Lexa hangs halfway off the narrow mattress with her wet hair in a drooping top knot, laughing at sentences Clarke thinks must be inside jokes. She has taken up swimming three days a week this year and Clarke won’t admit it but she loves going to the pool on Saturday mornings to watch her train.

A picture printed on glossy photo paper falls out of the bottom of the envelope when she looks. It’s of Lexa in a tie-dyed tee and tiny denim shorts, clinging to the back of a wiry redhead with the bandana Lexa now keeps pinned to her bedroom wall, tied around her head. Both girls are soaked and covered in what looks like colourful powder, set against the backdrop of a picturesque lake complete with an intricate dock system and sailboats anchored at the bank, the girls around them armed with plastic water pistols.

Clarke tries not to be too happy when Lexa announces one day in late May that she won’t be going back to camp this summer. She comes to the lake instead but wears her camp tee instead of her piñata socks and because of swimming, when they go to put on their usual life vests to go boating, Lexa’s doesn’t close properly and Jake teases her about ‘bulking up for the season’. She goes bright red and apologises profusely but Jake laughs it off, hanging it back on the hook and Clarke is antsy the entire way into town to buy a new one.

She blames it on the syrupy heat and the fact that on their second day they still haven’t gotten onto the water.

It’s neither of those things.

When Clarke is fifteen their double-bed shrinks.

It doesn’t literally shrink of course; Clarke is fully aware she is the one doing the growing. Aware of it too much maybe because the growth spurt may have been the start of it, it certainly wasn’t all that puberty had to offer and ending Freshman year in a C-cup was an uncomfortable experience to say the least.

Lexa has grown too—even more than she had when she returned home from camp two summers ago with the beginnings of abs beneath the skin of her midriff—as Abby prophesied she has well and truly grown into her lankiness and the extra inch or so she has on Clarke when they stand side-by-side.

The discovery that she doesn’t have to make a conscious effort to be touching Lexa when they sleep isn’t exactly an unpleasant one, but neither of them wear novelty pyjamas now or pug socks. It’s all Clarke’s middle school track t-shirt and foraged sleep shorts and sometimes Lexa doesn’t even wear pants at all, lamenting that the heat is stifling and sliding into bed in her camp tee and Calvin's that forces Clarke to banish blush-worthy thoughts from her head. In fact, she almost hates herself for thinking them in the first place.

Having both started at the same high school at the beginning of the last school year, it became easier and easier for Clarke to shove the unbidden feelings into the back of the proverbial closet and shut the door tight as they settled into the routine of pop quizzes and high school hierarchy. Lexa had swimming, Clarke had lacrosse. They tried to find each other in the cafeteria but with different lunch hours any sort of midday reunions had been hard to find. Other than Mr. Ramon’s fifth period math class, it was almost as if they were still at schools half a county away.

Summer had come as a breathless reprieve.

She lies next to Lexa in a bed that seems to be growing narrower by the day—wincing at the way Lexa’s toes brush the bottom of the mattress—and hates the way the world is encroaching on their little Eden.

They have a bonfire down at the lakefront, three houses down where the bank gives way to a patch of grainy sand. Abby has begrudgingly decided that at fifteen they are old enough and by the time Clarke and Lexa wander down after dinner

The flames are four feet tall and paint what they can see of the lake in the dusk in a hazy purple that looks syrupy and thick.

Clarke raided both of their suitcases to find an outfit, landing on a skimpy jean skirt that made Jake’s eyes bulge and Lexa’s ACDC t-shirt to make up for it—she takes a handful of the fabric and ties it into a knot above her belly button as soon as they get out of eyeshot of the house and she catches Lexa eyeing her fingers as she does it but doesn’t say anything. Lexa on the other hand is wearing her jean shorts and a baggy striped long-sleeve that she has tucked into her waist band. She is altogether different from the Lexa that Clarke met that Sunday morning but the string friendship bracelet that Clarke gave her after spending the better half of a month weaving it out of thread from Abby’s sewing kit sits faded and worn against the tan of her wrist like a reminder of how much they have grown.

When they arrive a bottle of cheap wine has already been cracked open and is being passed around, and open cans of beer sit wedged in the sand. Couples sit clinched together, lazy and drunk on one another in the way that the couples at school seem to be as they pin each other to the metal of the lockers or duck into empty classrooms when they think they are being inconspicuous and music is being wired in from somewhere, the generic kind from the radio that will leave Clarke humming for days.

They are greeted where they stand, fingers locked on the lip of the bank, by the flannel-wearing junior and Lexa drops her hand so quickly, it’s as if she has been scalded. Clarke shoots her a frown but doesn’t manage to catch her downcast eyes and tries not to let the sinking feeling that she has been plagued with for a while now pull her under.

Whenever she brings the sense of impending doom Abby assures her that people change as they grow but Clarke is never satisfied with that answer. Lexa isn’t supposed to change. They’re supposed to live next door to each other, and have summers together and visit each other at college and buy houses in the same town and still be here come July twenty-second when they are eighty years old and their children’s children have grown up, it’s a truth that has kept Clarke afloat since the moment she met her best friend. The sudden realisation that her mom is right is not one she signed up for at seven-years-old, but she can’t stop the thought that maybe it’s true.

Because, try as she might, she can’t seem to fathom living out the plans that they have made like they planned them anymore.

They sit side-by-side on the sand as the wine bottle is drained to play spin the bottle—Lexa passes diligently on her sip but when it reaches her, Clarke grasps the bottle by the neck and takes a swig of what tastes like a cheap version of what she had at her cousin’s twenty-first and backwash and winces.

“Don’t let Abby see you,” Lexa nudges her with an elbow, “you’ll get a lecture on liver health.”

Clarke laughs but can’t bring herself to reply.

The bottle is laid down and a junior with dirty-blonde hair and hard, angular features leans forwards to spin it—she has a scuffed leather jacket on over a tight-fitting tank that makes Clarke irrationally angry because in the heat of summer, there is no way she has put it on because of the cold.

The jacket is a calculated move.

She lets the bottle go with an inelegant flick of her wrist, shucking her sleeves up to where they hang against her forearms and Clarke watches it spin—the bottle-green blur like a harbinger of certain doom, panic flashing white hot down her spine as it lands on Lexa where she sits cross legged in the sand, leaning back onto her hands so that she exudes an aura of confidence Clarke knows it an act. She can read Lexa better than anyone. Even despite the way she has refused to look at Clarke almost since they sat down, Clarke can see the tension in the cords of her neck.

A boy lets out a low whistle and Lexa’s cheek go red. Leather-jacket grins cockily and crawls across the awkward circle they have made, planting her hands on either side of Lexa’s thighs so that she hovers over her, brow piqued as if to dare Lexa to say no.

When they kiss, Clarke looks away. Something ugly knocks on the underside of her skull and she has to pretend to find interest in the knotted hem of her shirt to stop herself from acting on it until a sharp cheer goes up and leather-jacket is pulling away to retreat back to her seat, wiping a thumb over her mouth as she does and Clarke tries not to think of the fact that her lip gloss now shines in the dip above Lexa’s top lip where the line of her scar sits.

When Clarke gets banished to a game of seven minutes in heaven an hour later, as immature as it is she has all the intentions of asking to sit it out. The boy she has been paired with is in her grade, with hair just on this side of too long and an oil-stained flannel on over dark wash jeans. He rubs his hand over the nape of his neck in what Clarke thinks must be a nervous tick and she is sure if she asked he would say yes without question but a desperate, restless thing grips her as they round a thatch of trees so that they are out of sight of the bonfire and when he does ask what she wants to do she pulls him by the collar of his flannel in a move that is supposed to be somewhat sexy but just ends up clumsy and awfully amateur. His eyebrows shoot to his hairline in what she hopes is pleasant surprise.

She’s kissed two boys before. The first, Octavia argues, hardly counts because in the sixth grade Miller went around kissing every girl in their class on a bet after Murphy started spreading the rumour that he saw him and Nate kissing in the boys bathroom. It’s a thought that seizes so terribly in her chest every time she thinks of it and she refuses think that it’s for any other reason than Miller is her friend and he took so much shit for those rumours that he didn’t come to advisory for a week. But it  puts Clarke on par with Octavia though so she includes the rushed half-peck in her tally whenever asked.

This, however, is altogether different.

She lets him prop her against the nearest tree, his hands sure on her waist as she sighs into the hesitant brush of lips on lips, their noses bumping as Clarke flushes, head spinning at the taste of what she thinks is cheap beer on his lips and she plants her hands atop of his to ground herself. He asks her if she’s ‘okay to do this’ and she nods eagerly and leans in again. She loves the way his steady frame feels beneath her hands when she curls her finger into the shoulders of his flannel. His hair comes untucked from around his ears and they tickle her forehead where their shallow breaths rally it between them. Every so often they stop to breathe, laughing softly into the stagnant night air—tinged with a cool wind off the lake and flushed cheeks from the heat of the fire—and Clarke lets the simplicity of it soothe away the confusion she feels when she thinks about Lexa. She doesn’t know this boy. She doesn’t know his name or where he lives. There aren’t any expectations that will come out of a stupid game of seven minutes in heaven other than maybe a smile at the end of the night and she feels exhilarated.

It’s easy.

She likes easy.

By the time they make it back to the bonfire it has been decidedly longer than seven minutes but Clarke feels ascended nonetheless. She ducks her head against the raised brows they receive as she eases herself back onto the sand—next to Lexa who keeps her eyes on the tips of her shoes like Clarke knows she does when something is bothering her—but at this stage in the night, couples have mostly paired off anyway so she takes their knowing looks with a grain of salt.  

Across the circle, leather-jacket smiles lazily at Lexa and on impulse, Clarke grabs flannel-shirt’s hand.

The rest of the bonfire is passed in restless silence on both of their behalves and when Abby texts to warn them of their curfew drawing ever near, flannel-shirt puts his number in Clarke’s phone under ‘Finn’ with the flame emoji next to it. She laughs at it when he does and waggles her eyebrows, but Finn insists that it’s nothing more than to remind her he is the boy she met at the bonfire so she takes his word for it because she’s sure he’s too sweet to think of it any other way.

He texts her a short ‘hi’ when they are halfway back to the house and, hands tucked into her armpits, Lexa scoffs at the burgeoning smile that tugs at her lips.

“What?” Clarke snaps, face turning stony. Aside from the gentle lap-lap of the lake on the bank, the cicadas and the occasional bird call, the lakefront is silent as they traverse the lengths of the two or three properties that lie between them and the Griffin’s house. The night air is thick with the heavy scent of smoke and all the way around the lake, lights sit in the windows of houses like tiny flames. She plants her feet into the grass and watches Lexa’s face contort into a horribly unaffected pout that is contrived at best, genuine at worst.

She can’t decide which is better.

She thinks the answer might be neither of them.

Lexa swallows hard. “Nothing,” she grumbles, finding a dip in the soil with the toe of her sneaker and digging into it. The rubber connects with something hard, making a low thunk every time she hits it. The sound grates on Clarke.

“It’s not—will you stop that!” Annoyed, she grabs Lexa by the forearm. Lexa blinks in shock, yanking her arm away and tucking it back into herself as they stare at each other hard, chests heaving. “It’s not nothing,” Clarke repeats, softer this time. “You haven’t looked at me all night.”

“Good that Finn couldn’t take his eyes off you then,” Lexa fires back.

Clarke frowns, willing the hot, rattling thing in her chest to stay where it is. “Is that what this is about? You’re mad because I kissed him?” When Lexa won’t answer, she takes it as a confirmation. “It’s not like you were such a saint either,” she retorts hotly, “you kissed that seventeen-year-old no problem!”

“Kissed, Clarke!” Lexa all but yells. “I kissed her! I didn’t suck face with her for half an hour!”

“Why do you care, Lexa!”

For a moment it looks like Lexa is going to yell again and Clarke braces herself for an impact that never comes. Instead, Lexa leans forwards and presses her lips to her and Clarke feels herself burning over and over again until she is sure there is nothing left to her, to the lake or the house or the town beyond it, other than ash. She can taste the syrupy-sweet strawberry lip gloss and roasted marshmallows and Lexa’s lips tremble when Clarke stills enough to feel it.

It’s over as quickly as it started and Lexa is staring at her—eyes red and bottom lip trapped between her teeth, fists wound so tightly in the hem of her shirt her knuckles are white like it will keep her from doing it again. She looks at Clarke like she’s imploring her to understand but Clarke is dizzy and she thinks the wine and cheap beer has gone to her head. She tries so hard her eyes water and her throat burns but all that she can see is the minute quiver of Lexa’s lip and the haze of the lake and it builds up in her chest until she’s gasping for breath and looking away.

When she looks up, Lexa has shoved her hands into the depths of the pockets of her jean-shorts and is retreating, leaving Clarke oddly on edge, like she’s riding a rollercoaster and waiting for the stomach-flipping drop that isn’t coming.

It’s off putting and a little bit nauseating and Clarke thinks she may just explode, or implode—she can’t remember the difference. She’s sure that if she were to ask, Lexa would give her the textbook definition and then some, but as they enter the house through the open French doors, Abby asks them if they had a good night and Clarke can’t bring herself to reply so she doesn’t. Instead she lets Lexa shower first and stands under the hot stream when it’s her turn determined to scrub the scent of burnt-wood and Finn’s cologne off of her.

She lays next to Lexa in painful silence, toes tucked into the end of the bed, hating the thought that they are outgrowing themselves.

It rains the next day and Clarke can’t explain the inherent restlessness that she feels.

It’s all encompassing, leaving an awful, sickly film on her tongue and she wishes so badly she can reclaim the things she said to Lexa and shove them back into the depths of her chest where she keeps her other ugly feelings but it’s too late now.

She feels like all of her dirty laundry has been aired out to dry and it’s in bright neon orange so that it’s impossible people haven’t seen it.

Abby tuts at the weather over serving them waffles pried out of the iron and sliding the syrup across the counter and Jake emerges from the bunk room with a stack of board games in tow. He doesn’t see the way Clarke’s stomach positively flips at the sight. She wants to spring away from the breakfast nook and burrow into her bed until she suffocates herself but Lexa is staring at her and something about it screws her to her stool.

They play monopoly until Clarke’s brain bleeds. She’s so eager to do something that she drowns herself in properties and in turn, debts that she can’t pay off and bankrupts herself almost immediately and they listen to the old CD’s Jake fishes out from the dusty bookcase in the hall until she is sure the thing growing inside her will crawl up her throat and spray itself across the walls. She stands up from where she sits on the wooden floors, staring dumbly at her Clue cards like—the knife, the ballroom, the reverend—like they could be a tarot deck, legs screaming in protest. Her parents stare at her, a collective frown hidden beneath obvious concern, but Lexa just cocks her head and peers at her from the ground.

The rain beats at the windows, hard and sharp and with no intention of stopping considering the thickness of the heavy clouds that hem in the lake and the syrupy heat clogs up her lungs until she can’t breathe. She crosses the room with sure-footed intent, flinging open the doors, all trembling hands and pent up anger until she can feel the cold needles of rain on her face and her tee sags, waterlogged under the weight of it.  

Lexa’s fingers find the hem of her shirt, begging her back inside but she garbles something childish like ‘last one in’s the loser’ and takes off, across the deck, down the stairs and over the grass at terrifying speed, rain in her eyes and mud underfoot. Her hair is soaked and it hangs thickly off her lashes and somewhere beyond the loud thump-thump of her heart in her ears she thinks she can hear Lexa behind her, heavy big breathes and screaming at her to stop.

The hard wooden planks of the jetty come as a shock and they jar something loose in her chest. All of the terrible feelings come spilling out and she can barely see past the opaque sheets of rain but she launches herself off the end and this time, the ice-cold impact of the water does come.

She sinks like a stone fully clothed, water roaring in her ears and when her bare feet brush the silt at the bottom of the lake, she kicks off and surfaces a second later, blinking water out of her eyes to find Lexa standing at the edge of the jetty staring at her.

Suddenly, the memory of being in this exact position eight years ago hits her hard enough to knock the breath out of her—Lexa’s striped swimsuit, the tire-swing and the high-on-life feeling of elation when she surfaced to see Lexa cheering for her.

“Come on!” Clarke hollers over the rain, shielding her eyes with her hand as her legs fight to keep her afloat.

Lexa scoffs and shakes her head but unlike last night, Clarke thinks it’s a smile hiding beneath the curve of her lip. “You’re crazy!” she laughs in disbelief but she has this look—this lopsided, word-splitting look—on her face and Clarke knows she has her.

When she jumps in, the world somehow rights itself and Clarke is sure that the sun will come out again with the sheer force of Lexa’s smile.    

They go from Juniors to Seniors and, despite Clarke’s valiant effort to make it fit, they grow out of their double bed.

Jake offers to make up the bunk room but Lexa respectfully declines, electing to sleep in their usual room on the trundle bed and Clarke is not-so-silently grateful. She laments mournfully that Lexa needs to stop growing, poking her in all the soft places that make her squirm as they lie upside down on the too-small bed, as if wishful thinking will make them seven-years-old again.

Lexa is already thinking about college—she has her sights set on UPenn or even Harvard and while Clarke knows without a doubt she will get in, the thought of Lexa being hours away makes her chest uncomfortably tight.

“I won’t be any more than a couple of hours away,” Lexa hums, catching Clarke’s offending fingers in her hot hands. “Even if I get in to Berkeley it’s only a five hour flight.”

Clarke peers at her in faux-concern. Berkeley was a late comer on Lexa’s college radar but when the guidance counsellor suggested it might be a good idea to apply on the West Coast, she had taken it on board. Clarke is thinking more liberal like NYU or BU. She hasn’t told Lexa yet that her mom has a contact at CalArts and that—after surveying the portfolio she put together for an school exhibition—they said she was a shoe in for early admissions. If Lexa doesn’t get into Berkeley she isn’t sure she could make the five hour journey and leave her best friend a whole country away.

“You and I have a very different idea of what ‘only five hours’ means,” she groans, laying back on her back and tucking her head into her best friends shoulder. They still have senior year left to decide. Her mom tells her that that’s what it’s for but Clarke can hardly stand all of this not knowing and ‘end of an era’ bullshit that their principal had starting spouting in the last week of Junior year. As if they needed a reminder that next year might as well be the most important of their life. The opposite of invigorating her for her future, all it has done is make the hot ache inside her chest grow stronger; it’s almost over and Clarke can’t help but feel like she has less than nothing figured out.

“Will it really be that bad?”

It seems Lexa has a bad memory.

“Do you remember summer camp?” Clarke asks pointedly and when Lexa nods, she grins, “case and point. And college is longer than an eight-week summer session.” She settles when Lexa taps at her own shoulder again with her pointer finger; a wordless invitation that Clarke takes up eagerly. They haven’t talked about the kiss since the bonfire two years ago.

In fact they haven’t talked about it hard enough—almost made a point not to bring it up—that Clarke has managed to convince herself it didn’t happen.  

She plays with the soft hem of Lexa’s tee and closes her eyes against the smell of washing detergent and summer and roots far enough into Lexa’s shoulder that she is sure she can stay that way. Lexa laughs and she can feet the vibrations against her cheek, then even stronger when Lexa, in the midst of a soft chuckle says, “I love you.”

Clarke cocks her head at the odd cadence of her voice. “I love you too, dork,” she says because ‘that’s what best friends do’, “even if you are leaving me for a better climate.”

Lexa grumbles absently that ‘nothing is set in stone’ and ‘applications haven’t even come out yet’ but settles beneath Clarke regardless. They eke as much as they can out of the evening before Lexa has to retreat to her trundle bed and Clarke turns the light out, feeling aloof and untethered without the warm mass of Lexa’s body next to her.

Usually she longs for the quiet moments—the nights she spends with Lexa in their Eden of floral sheets and patterned wallpaper but instead, she finds herself restless and searching for something she isn’t quite sure how to find.

She wants to go to into senior year on solid ground, not feeling like she is wading through molasses but the truth is, as the summer wanes on, she isn’t any closer to finding her feet. They swim and sunbathe and eat sticky marshmallow straight from their sticks—Lexa gets it stuck above her lip and Clarke leans over to wipe it off with her thumb.

Jake takes them out on the boat and Abby comes with them into the dinky little eatery in town that has outdoor picnic tables and Lexa spams her phone with pictures of Clarke in a summer dress and a straw hat, hair in a single, twisted braid. It’s all wonderful and quintessentially summer but it isn’t what she wants.

While Lexa spreads herself out on a blue and white blanket with next year’s reading—it’s not like she didn’t read ‘The Great Gatsby’ in the eighth grade on a whim because Clarke liked the cover art depicting the ‘eyes of God’—Clarke finds Finn. They stand in the woods, not far from where they kissed the first night at the bonfire, with fervent hands on each other and weird energy rattling in her chest. Her heart isn’t in it when he places hot mouthed kisses along the column of her neck and she lets him ruck her shirt up over her chest just because he looks so earnest when he asks her. She knows it’s not at all a good reason to—as mortifying as it was her mom had been thorough when she sat Clarke down at the beginning of sophomore year to give her the talk and although it was more clinical than touchy feely she did make sure to instil a sense of its importance in her. It wasn’t that she shouldn’t be in charge of her own body, it was just that she should be careful who she is in charge of it with.

But all that feels so utterly faraway right now, like a picture just out of focus.

He smells like Axe body spray and even though she’s sure neither of them are wearing it, the sticky scent of sunscreen hangs in the air. She wrinkles her nose against it as he sucks down her collarbones and frowns at the hard, scrape of teeth, tugging him away by the hair at the nape of his neck with a sharp hiss.

“Ow,” she breathes.

“Sorry,” he huffs, flashing her a brilliant smile. He roots his hands back under her shirt. “I almost ignored your text when I got it this morning,” he hums against her, “I nearly deleted your number after the bonfire. Atom said you were too good for me and that you’d never text me back.” He raises his brows as if to say ‘let’s show him’ and Clarke is immediately repulsed.

“Finn,” she whines, high pitched and breathless as she tries to pull his hands off her. His fingers catch on her belt loop and she unhooks his thumb before giving his chest a light shove. “I need to go.”

He frowns. “But—”

“I have to get back,” she shakes her head decisively. “Bye Finn.”

There’s no other way to describe what she feels as she hikes back up the back to the house than ‘icky’. She has enough sense in her head to know for sure that she is anything but a summer conquest and, she thinks, if Finn wants to impress Atom so badly maybe he should feel him up instead.

Lexa is where she left her in her short-sleeved linen shirt and denim shorts, hair in its topknot and glasses perched on her head as she skims Gatsby’s tragic death and laments over Daisy’s poor character choices. She quells the itchy dizziness within Clarke immediately and as soon as she makes it over, she collapses down on the grass, rolling easily onto her back and landing her hands on her stomach with a heavy sigh.

“Boys suck,” she decides.

Lexa blinks at her, blank faced.

“I’m gay,” she says, just like that. It’s as simple as if boiled down to a definition, poetic as Gatsby’s ending and Clarke opens her mouth to say something, then closes it again. She doesn’t know what she is supposed to say other than what they are told in health class but all of that seems too wrong when faced with Lexa looking at her like this.

“Okay,” she says, because there’s really nothing more than that.

Lexa has always been hers. A three letter word isn’t going to change that—she hopes against hope that Lexa didn’t believe it would—but there are tears clinging to Lexa’s lashes like dew on the spiderwebs they used to find under the picnic table when they were seven and the sight sticks in Clarke’s chest, so painfully it’s all she can do to pull her into a hug. She hooks her arm over Lexa’s shoulder and pulls her into her chest, letting Lexa root into her shoulder until she thinks nothing could separate them. “Oh, Lex,” she coos, “you’re okay,” and more than that, “we’re okay.”

When Lexa pulls back she’s trembling. The breeze is hot today but Lexa looks as if she is in the middle of a tundra in a swimsuit because her shoulders shake and her chin quivers and is it bad of her to think that right now she is the prettiest that Clarke has ever seen her?

“Thank you for telling me,” she whispers.

Lexa nods, her chin wobbles.

“How long have you known?”

Clarke doesn’t know why she asks other than that it seems of the utmost importance. It’s awfully dramatic but she feels like her entire life will rest on this moment, like she will look back at it through the lense of experience to either wallow or regret or point to it as the thing that changed everything. She only hopes it’s the latter. Lexa’s eyes are seven different colours through the prism of the tears held captive at her lash line and it’s all Clarke can do not to let it take her breath away.

“Two years.”

Clarke feels the air evacuate her chest. She feels like she is on fire, her body tingles and she is relatively sure she isn’t a whole person—not yet at least, not with Lexa looking at her the way she is—but half of one, made of nothing but open nerve endings and raw want. It all knots inside of her and swells until it is impossible to ignore.

Clarke kisses her.

She grasps Lexa by the shoulder, the linen of her shirt crushed against the heat of her palm, and leans in with her mouth open and a fervent kind of desperation she hasn’t kissed anyone with in her life. It’s heavy and bold and oh so desperate. Lexa’s brows shoot to her hairline before coming back down as her fingers find the hem of Clarke’s tee and fist in it like she needs something to keep her from inevitably floating off into space.

Clarke knows the feeling.

It feels like every single moment of her life has led to this point, and now that she’s here, she is sure she isn’t. Her hand comes up to rest on Lexa’s jaw and she takes stock of what she knows: the colour of Lexa’s eyes; the shape of the scar above her lip; how she scrunches her eyes when she is happy and throws her head back when she laughs, and when she is troubled by something, she gets a look on her face that is both devastating and beautiful.

It’s there now, caught in the place between her eyebrows.

It makes Clarke nervous.

She feels clumsy and inelegant but Lexa tangles their fingers together. She tastes like summer and everything good, Clarke feels drunk on it.

“I love you,” she whispers because that’s not what best friends do.

“I love you,” Lexa says.

The entire world feels encapsulated into a heartbeat Clarke thinks it might just be her last.

Maybe she doesn’t like easy after all.

[singledarkshade]

Pieces Of A Puzzle

Part Three Miranda Coburn, his first love, who he had watched die stood before him and Rip stared stunned. He could feel Gideon at his side, and Jonas clinging to his leg both were staring at the woman as well.

“Miranda?” he asked again.

She nodded, pulling out what looked like a pen and twisted the top of it before waving it at him, “Your memories have been blocked. I need you to remember who you really are and fast.”

“What?”

“Don’t,” Joe West snapped from nearby but, before he could do anything to stop her, Miranda pushed the button.

Rip gripped his head as pain shot through it, he dropped to his knees hearing his son cry out and he realised both Jonas and Gideon were reacting the same way. The pain ended and Rip let out a long slow breath his memories settling.

“I’ve got you, Jonas,” he pulled his son close trying to soothe him before he turned to Gideon, “Are you okay?”

“I am, Captain,” she replied softly.

Rip looked at the human form of the Waverider’s AI noting, “This is a discussion for later.”

She nodded.

Turning to the woman who looked like his dead wife, Rip held Jonas who was clinging to him while staring at someone who seemed to be his dead mother completely confused.

“What are you doing here?” he demanded, very aware of everyone watching, “And where exactly are you from?”

Miranda shook her head, “We don’t have time for this. Rip, they’re coming.”

“Who?” he snapped frowning at the familiar sounding growls coming from nearby realisation hitting him what she was talking about. “Detective West get everyone out of here now,” Rip ordered.

“Michael?” Katrina demanded confused.

Rip turned to her, “I will explain but later. Go and keep everyone safe.”

Grimacing Katrina nodded before helping Joe move all the guests out of the room by the back door.

Rip passed Jonas to Gideon, “Keep him safe.”

She nodded, “Be careful, Captain.”

Kissing her quickly, catching the surprise in her eyes, Rip murmured, “Always.”

Taking Jonas by the hand she quickly moved the little boy out of the room to safety.

Miranda moved to Rip’s side pulling out a gun, “They would be safer staying in this room behind us.”

Rip shook his head, “No, they won’t. Trust me on that. Now give me a weapon.”

Miranda handed him a pistol, similar to the one he used to use, Rip readied himself for the creatures that were about to come through the doors.

“Why are Shriekers coming after you?” Rip demanded as the beasts started pouring through the doors.

“Just shoot,” she snapped.

 Gideon was relieved that Joe had called Cisco to open a portal to get them all out of the hotel to safety. They were now in Star Labs. The guests had been sent home, thinking they’d been to a wedding with a wonderful party after it. Thanks to a little memory reprogramming she and Cisco managed to do.

“Mummy,” Jonas whispered as they walked into the small lounge room Cisco had shown them to, “Why did that woman look like my angel mummy?”

Gideon crouched down, “I don’t know, Jonas. But we’re going to find out.”

“Why isn’t Daddy here?” the little boy asked.

Gideon gave him a small smile, “Because he is helping the woman. He’ll be here soon.”

“My head hurts,” he sighed.

Wrapping him in her arms, Gideon hugged the little boy to her, “Come and lie down, sweetie.”

Moving him to the couch Gideon gently stroked his hair, looking up Cisco offered her the memory device. When Jonas closed his eyes, Gideon placed it on his forehead and returned the block while putting him to sleep.

“Thank you, Mr Ramon,” she said softly, “Please keep a hold of this, we will need it later.”

Cisco offered her his hand to stand again. “Are you okay?”

Gideon nodded, “Just concerned.”

“Cecile has brought some clothes, so you can change,” Cisco told her.

She gave him a sad smile, “Thank you.”

Cisco shrugged, “Not a problem. I’ll sit with Jonas.”

Giving Cisco a quick nod Gideon headed into the restrooms. She stared at herself in the mirror wishing the day had gone the way it was supposed to. Shaking herself Gideon changed out of her wedding dress, hanging it up carefully before she pulled on the jeans and t-shirt Cecile had picked up for her.

Now all she had to do was wait for Rip and find out what was going on.

  “Shriekers,” Rip snapped, when the final creature was destroyed, “What the hell were you thinking?”

Miranda stared at him annoyed, “I needed to find you. It’s a matter of life and death.”

“So, you chose a time and place where I was surrounded by a lot of people who could have been killed by the things following you through a dimensional rift?” he demanded angrily.

She folded her arms, “Rip, this is important.”

Taking a breath, he nodded, “Fine. I will listen, but we need to get out of here.”

“You have a place we can talk?”

He retrieved his phone from the room he’d changed in quickly dialling Star Labs, “Cisco, can you open a breach? We’re finished here.”

The portal appeared and Rip motioned Miranda through first. She stepped through, interest filling her eyes as they entered Star Labs where Cisco stood waiting for them.

“They’re in the lounge,” Cisco told him, and Rip gave him a quick nod of thanks.

“Stay here,” Rip told her, “I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

“Rip, this is important,” Miranda snapped at him.

Rounding on her, he snapped back, “So is my son. Wait here and once I know he’s fine you can tell me what the hell you’re doing here.”

Not waiting for her to reply Rip moved through the corridors of Star Labs, finding Jonas and Gideon in the lounge. Relieved to see his little boy was sleeping Rip crouched down to stroke his hair before he moved to Gideon.

“Captain,” she smiled in relief to see him.

Rip swept her into his arms, hugging her tightly, “Is he okay? Are you?”

Gideon’s arms wrapped around him, “He’s confused, so am I? How is Miranda alive?”

“She’s not our Miranda,” Rip whispered, not letting her go, “She’s from another Universe.”

Pulling back, Gideon frowned at him in thought, “How do you know?”

“Because she didn’t recognise Jonas,” Rip told her, “If she was our Miranda, the first thing she would have done was hold her son. Not to mention that she would never have put him in danger in the first place by leading the Shriekers that were following her.”

Gideon shook her head, “I am so sorry, Captain.”

“Okay, Gideon stop that,” he frowned, “We were getting married today, you should be using my name.”

She bit her lip nervously, “I wasn’t sure now you…now that our memories…”

Rip pulled her into his arms again, “You’re still my Gideon, no matter what.”

Gideon smiled shyly at him, “I only wanted to be part of your life when I became human, just to be with you and Jonas in some way. I never expected what happened.”

“Of course I was going to fall in love with you when you appeared in this form,” Rip murmured. Holding onto her, wanting to stay in the small bubble of just the two of them, but he knew he couldn’t. “Okay, we need to talk to our visitor,” Rip sighed, resting his forehead against hers, “I need you by my side, Gideon. Partners, the way we’ve always been.”

Nodding Gideon replied, “Of course, Rip.”

  Gideon could feel Rip’s hand holding hers tightly. No matter how calm he appeared on the outside she knew that the fact this was Miranda, even another version of her, had unsettled him. Cecile was taking Jonas to stay with them until this was over, which meant they didn’t need to worry about him.

Stepping into the lab where Miranda was waiting, Gideon felt Rip’s hand tighten on hers, although she gripped him tighter too. It was amazing to see Miranda sitting there, just as brilliant and beautiful as Gideon remembered her.

“Are you ready to talk?” Miranda demanded, every inch the Time Master she had trained to be, “Because I took a huge risk coming here and I need your help to stop something that could potentially wipe out my entire Universe. Before it comes for yours.”

Gideon placed her free hand on Rip’s shoulder to stop him retorting. Before they’d fallen in love, they would antagonise one another constantly, and Gideon could see them about to slip into that pattern once more.

“We’re ready to listen,” Gideon stated softly.

Miranda frowned, “Who are you? I know your voice.”

With a soft smile she replied, “I am Gideon. It is a pleasure to meet you in this form, Miranda.”

“Gideon?” Miranda stared at her confused, “Hold on, how can you be Gideon?”

“A question I would love to know the answer to,” Rip interrupted sharply, “But right now, we have more pressing matters. Can we go onto why you’re here?”

Placing her hand on Rip’s arm to calm him Gideon said, “We will assist you but there is a reason that we had blocks on our memories. It might not be possible for us to help the way you expected as we do not have resources we once did.”

Miranda frowned but nodded, “Okay.”

“Why are you here?” Rip demanded again frowning at Gideon when she squeezed his arm, “The longer we have our memories the more danger we put Jonas in. You know that.”

Gideon nodded, “I do. Miranda,” she turned to the other woman, “I know you don’t know the boy we are keeping safe, but he is extremely important. To both of us and the Miranda of this world.”

Confused again Miranda asked, “What do you mean?”

“Rip,” Gideon encouraged, “Tell her, it should come from you.”

Turning to him Miranda waited as he took several deep breaths.

“The Miranda in this world was my wife,” Rip told her, “And Jonas is our son.”

Miranda stared at them for several seconds before she stood, shaking her head, “I need a minute.”

  Miranda stepped out of the room into the corridor feeling tears fill her eyes. Rip had been the love of her life, they had found one another when they weren’t supposed to and managed to steal time together whenever they could.

Then he was gone.

The fact here they’d married, they’d had a son and she felt jealous because that was all she wanted. She wanted to bring their love into the light, to have children and be a family like neither of them had ever had before.

“It wasn’t the happy scenario you are imagining,” Gideon’s voice came from behind her making Miranda turn to find the former AI standing there.

“Really?”

Gideon nodded. Despite the fact this was the first time Miranda had met Gideon’s human form, she looked exactly how Miranda had thought she would look.

“Although they married,” Gideon said, “It was done in secret, hidden from the Time Masters as was their child. Miranda was murdered and Jonas…” she paused for a moment before finishing, “We thought for a long time Jonas was lost to him too. Rip came here, with his memories changed to protect his son.”

“Why did you come here?” Miranda asked.

Gideon gave a soft smile, “When I became human, my place on the Waverider no longer existed. I wanted to be with them in some way, to be his friend as I have always been. I did not expect…”

“For him to fall in love with you?” Miranda asked, smiling amused at the blush that covered Gideon’s cheeks, “Because that makes perfect sense to me. If you’re anything like the Gideon I knew, then he always loved you. And you loved him even as an AI.”

A slight frown touched Gideon’s lips, “That is not possible, Miranda. You know that AI’s may appear to have emotional capabilities and what you perceive to be love was merely my programming. My programming which stated my Captain’s life was to be protected above all.”

Miranda laughed softly, “Keep telling yourself that.” Taking a deep breath, she nodded, “We should go back inside and focus on why I’m here so you can get back to looking after that little boy.”

Gideon tilted her head slightly, “Would you like to see Jonas?”

Hesitating for a moment Miranda shook her head, “No. He’s not mine and it wouldn’t be fair.”

“Miranda…”

“We’ve work to do,” Miranda cut her off heading back to the room.