#Do they really kiss or is Killer doing a bit?? Vote now on your phones

[somegrumpynerd]

This is my contribution to the Killer/Color fun that I keep seeing on my dash

[clarawatson]

It Only Takes A Taste (2)

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x [Fem]!Reader (GN pronouns, fem coded) Summary: it’s your second time meeting Aaron. He’s still flustered and precious but he (might) manage to give you his number. W/C: 2113 Warnings: none yet! A/N: i haven’t got chapter names yet, just accept they’re all called ‘it only takes a taste’ haha. AO3 tags: @willowrose99 @genevievedarcygranger @maryosprinkle @kleff03 (if you want to get added, lmk!!) Where am I in this series? 01 | 02 | 03 | 04

The next time you meet him, it’s 2am. Rita’s three weeks off her due date. She’s been staying at Joe’s place, with his wife, because the heating’s gone out in her apartment and her super is a foul man. If you were inclined to murder, he’d be first on your list. Right now she’s out the back, trying to wipe chocolate sauce off her uniform. The baby’s been kicking for hours and knocks things around the counter sometimes. At least it isn’t throwing her ribs out this time. 

There’s a couple of teens drinking milkshakes in the window, they’ve snuck out after bedtime and they’re giggling to each other about how bad they are. You’ve seen their parents drive by twice (they’re regulars after school) but no one’s come in yet.

The agent drives by, and then does a u-turn and comes back. It was literally a double take, no matter how you look at it. You clearly saw him slow down and try to look in the window as he tried (desperately tried) to stay on the main road. And then he’d turned around and come back. 

He’s even prettier dry than he was wet. (Your mind spirals to where that could have gone, which is not something you expected from a 2am shift). He’s loosened his tie and his hair is falling free of the gel. He looks less tired, and yet more tired. A different kind of tired. This one would be fixed by a good night’s sleep.

“Hi,” he says with a little quirk in his lip that could be him fighting off a smile.

“Hi,” you return with a full smile. He sits in front of you and steeples his fingers under his chin.

“I’m Aaron.”

A fortnight you’ve been wondering his name and he just swans in and hands it to you on a silver platter. Bless him and his beautiful brown eyes.

“Y/n,” you introduce. “And what can I get for you tonight, Aaron?”

“Maybe not a coffee.” He doesn’t break eye contact with you. He has such a cheeky smile you almost want to reach over and wipe it off his lips. “A hot chocolate would do. I’ve got to sleep enough to take my kid to school.”

“Have here?” Your hands hover over the in-cups and the out-cups. He taps his finger against his chin.

“In.” He folds his hands and you notice he’s not wearing a wedding ring. Kid, no wedding ring, weird hours. Could be a score, could be a serial killer. Could be both! No. Not both. There will be no fraternising with serial killers. Not if you respect your life. 

Would it be weird to ask him where he works? If he works for one of the alphabet soups, will it get you in trouble? Maybe. People don’t like you poking around when sensitive information could be involved. You still ask anyway while the coffee machine has it’s little dummy spit at having to work at two in the morning.

“Quantico,” he says. He probably saw you trying to figure out how to ask. And that’s really all he can say. Maybe. He waggles his eyebrows just a little and you think he’s maybe a little too cheeky for this early in the morning. If Rita was working she’d be swooning all over him. 

“That’s very prestigious, but, sir, I don’t think you have the security clearance to be in this diner if you only work at Quantico. We deal with Area 51.”

“Long commute,” he teases.

You raise an eyebrow. “That’s what the uneducated think. I can break a few rules as long as you don’t start asking questions. No asking about where they keep the aliens, okay?”

“Never.” He wraps his hands around the mug as you push it to him, absorbing it’s warmth. 

“Did your son like the cookie?” you ask. Is it weird to remember he has a son after one interaction? Or the cookie? But he smiles. It’s okay. 

“He’s actually in love with it. He’s not stopped talking about it. I think my sister-in-law might kill me.”

“Joe’s magic in the kitchen. I’ll save a couple of cookies if you know when you’ll be in next?”

Is that too forward? Maybe. He pulls out a little day book and places it before him.

“Is Thursday too soon?”

“No,” you say, shaking your head. You make a note to tell Joe you’re working on Thursday. “Sounds like a good day to collect a cookie.”

“If someone could cut this monster out of me, that would be GREAT!” Rita yells in the kitchen. Her voice is still far too loud out here. Aaron finally drops his gaze from yours, grinning into his hot chocolate.

“Shit, babes, I’m serious. I’ll got for a pocket knife at this point. I’m hot, and it’s not hot, I have to piss every four minutes, I can’t even sit in a car properly and taking the MET is stupid because I still have to pee!” She stops up short, seeing Aaron, and blinks as if she could erase her last comment. “Hi, sorry, you’re rain boy.”

“I prefer Raymond.”

There’s a beat where you try to figure out what the fuck he’s talking about. The cheeky demeanor falls from his face.

“Rain Man! Tom Cruise! Smile." Aaron has no option but to smile at Rita. Too late you realise she's checking the alignment of his teeth to actually equate him to Tom Cruise. "Raymond, for sure. Shit, that’s funny,” Rita laughs, groans, and turns on her heel out the back. She needed to pee again. Aaron smiles just a little.

“Want some pie?” you offer. There’s still a bit left. Joe won’t be in for another hour or so, but there’s some in the oven to take out just before three. Aaron nods.

“Yeah, please.” He puts too much money in the tip jar again. Hands you the exact money for the pie. Had he looked at the menu online? Maybe he had. You take a slice out for him, then a slice for yourself. No harm in that. The whipped cream goes on his like a mountain. You put a bit beside your own pie slice, but Aaron’s grinning. 

He looks like he may do something childish. He doesn't, though, as you join him in pie eating. The teenagers start giggling about something they're watching on their phone. 

Rita comes back looking more tired than usual. Her whole body looks tired as she gets her purse and rubs her belly.

"Say bye to Rita," she says without much playful effort.

"Bye Rita," you return and kiss her cheek as she lifts it to you.

"And to Baby." 

"Bye Baby, be good for Mom." 

Rita snorts. Joe gives you a list of things to do while he's taking Rita home. Apparently Lola's coming in to replace Rita, but that's only going to be proven by Lola actually turning up. Aaron raises his hand around his fork and waves. Rita waves back and waddles out the back.

"Is she okay?" you ask Joe, and he nods. He waves goodbye to Aaron, even though he hasn't introduced himself yet. Aaron waves too. 

"That's a lot to worry about," Aaron says. You shrug and reach over the counter to Aaron's plate, taking some of his cream. He laughs and puts his arm around it to protect it.

"They're family. Less worrying, more caring." 

He nods as if he understands. "Might use that sometime."

"You're welcome to." 

He gives you a smile that only uses half his face. Gosh, he's cute. But it’s nothing more than fleeting night time visits, right? Okay, maybe not, he clearly turned his car around because he saw you working. You catch him staring at your left hand, studying it intently. No one wore rings at the diner, just because everything got stuck underneath them and there was nothing worse than having a maple syrup adorned wedding ring.

“There’s no one,” you tell him, which flusters him entirely. He smiles and looks down at his pie, blush creeping over his face. “Weird hours in a place like this? Hardly a brilliant base to build a relationship on.” 

“Yeah.” He might want to say more, but he’s smiling at you again. “Weird hours, strange place, know that story.”

“Sucks, hey?”

“Oh yeah.” 

The teens from the window go home when they’ve finished their milkshake. You tell them to get home safe and pray their parents don’t come in asking where they went. Aaron scraps his plate, scooping up the cream and pie soupy mess. 

“I have to go,” Aaron sighs. He runs his hand through his hair and his fingers get stuck in the left-over-gelly-mess. You smother a giggle as he rolls his eyes and pulls his hand out with tiny little crack-crack-crack’s. It sounds painful.

“I’m going to shower and get this shit out of my hair.”

“It’ll look nice without it in.”

“Yeah?”

“Oh yeah.”

He blushes, returning to the man you’d met coming out of the rain. 

“Well I’ll remember that for next time.” 

Your heart jumps. Next time! There’ll be a next! Time!

“Listen, hey, um,” Aaron says as he stuffs a couple of bills into the tip jar. “Here--” he stops again, then shakes his head like he’s giving himself a vote of confidence. “This is…” he stops again and licks his lips, then pulls out a business card from his suit pocket. He scratches his number onto the blank back, and then Aaron at the top. “My number,” he managed to finish.

“Thanks,” you respond before wanting to smack your head onto the counter. Thanks?!?! There are a hundred better things to say. “W-when do you want me?” When do you want me??? “To be here, on Thursday, for the cookies.”

Aaron’s gone red. Your face is hot. This is a disaster. There’s no fixing this disaster. There’s no fixing it at all. But Aaron smiles all the same.

“U-uh. I’ll text you?” he looks so flustered. 

“You haven’t got my number,” you giggle, because he hasn’t. You’ve got his. He looks like a tomato as he blushes even more. “How about I text you my number, and you tell me when you’re free, and I’ll make sure there’s three cookies set aside for you that no one else buys.”

“Three?”

“You, your son, your sister-in-law.”

“I could really use you at work,” he laughs and… sits back down. Four seconds ago he was in such a rush to leave, and now he’s looking at you like you’re his whole world. He’s so precious, you wish you could just put him in a jar and protect all that goodness from the evils of the world. Surely he couldn’t have met too many of them just yet? He’s still got a smile that could brighten up the night sky, people who’ve seen all the hurt and pain in the world can’t smile like that.

“I don’t think I’m clever enough to get into Quantico. Unless they like people serving them coffees,” you smile gently and he tilts his head while looking at you. A curious puppy. You want to lean over and squish his cheeks for thinking you could be anything more than a server at a roadside diner.

“You’d brighten the place up.”

“You brighten my place up.” Corny, highschool grade flirting. He smiles all the same. Can he smile any more than that? Probably not, he might combust and become a star. “You know you don’t have to keep putting money into the tip jar, right? Not the amount you do. Most people just put in their change.”

He looks at the tip jar. “It’s for Rita’s hospital bills, right? It’s why she won’t look at it, because she’s embarrassed, but also why you and Joe count every bill that goes in it.”

“Alright, Sherlock Holmes.”

“It says on the jar,” he jokes, and points to the permanent marker that’s bled through the otherside of the tip jar. You laugh. Aaron laughs.

“I do have to go.”

“Go,” you laugh. “I’ll text you when I’m off my shift.”

He nods, looking a little sad to go, but also a little excited. He must really love his son.

“I’ll see you on Thursday, Y/n.”

“I’ll see you on Thursday, Aaron,” you return and watch him leave. Shit, he’s even cuter leaving. He even waves from his car before he drives off. You’re close to squealing when the bikie gang pull up, flooding the carpark, then all come in ready for their coffee. At least Aaron’s hot chocolate warmed up the machine for them.

[hutchhitched]

Naked, Hungover, and Married

Written by: @hutchhitched​

Prompt 63: Katniss and Peeta who are exes wake up together naked, hungover, and married. [submitted by anonymous]

Ratings/Warnings: M

A/N: I’m continuing to post the nine @everlarkficexchange prompts I took and then sat on throughout the early months of the pandemic. Thanks for your patience, and I hope you enjoy. Huge thanks to @javistg for understanding the delays.

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Katniss blinked her eyes open slowly and squinted against the sunlight streaking through the…very unfamiliar bedroom.

 “What the hell?” she grumbled and slapped her hand toward the side of the bed where she hoped she’d find her cell phone. Her head was splitting, and she needed to inhale a gallon of water stat to start the rehydration process. Obviously, she’d had way too much to drink last night.

 “Ow! What the fuck?”

 Spooked out of her mind, Katniss shot upright in bed at the sound of the deep, masculine voice that emanated from under the covers and quickly grabbed the sheet and clutched it to her very exposed, very naked chest. She resisted the urge to glance under the covers. Her stomach sank as she realized she was completely nude and lying in bed with a squirming masculine something or other.

 And if she wasn’t mistaken, that voice sounded really, really familiar. But it couldn’t be. Could it?

 “Shit!” she screeched when Peeta Mellark emerged from the tangled pile of bedclothes and pillows, his blue eyes cloudy with sleep and creases in his skin from where he’d slept with his face pressed into the pillow.

 “Katniss Everdeen?” he mumbled in a gravelly baritone that made her toes curl and tingle. He’d always had a gloriously sexy voice, even when she wanted to claw his eyes out. Most especially when he turned his pouty mouthed, dimpled face to hers and blinked his bluer-than-the-Caribbean eyes at her in an attempt to get what he wanted. “What are you doing here?”

 “I don’t even know where I am!”

 “Stop yelling,” he grumbled and pressed a palm to the spot between his eyebrows. “I have a killer of a hangover.”

 Peeta tossed the covers aside and rolled over so he could sit up. Her mouth gaped open when she realized that, like her, he was completely naked. And his ass. Was. Glorious. Golden skin over plump cheeks so rounded and ripe she wanted to take a bite out of them. She didn’t usually like peaches so firm, but she’d make an exception for—

 “Don’t stand up!” she screeched, intentionally interrupting her very inappropriate train of thought, and threw a pillow at him. Startled, he grabbed it and held it over his crotch but not before she glimpsed his (very impressive, if she did say so herself) morning wood arcing proudly out of a dark blonde thatch of hair between thick, muscular thighs. “Good God. Put some clothes on.”

 If he wasn’t already infuriating, he certainly was when he smirked and ran his gaze over her curled frame hiding under the sheets and blindly groping for her clothes on the floor by the side of the bed.

 “You’re one to talk. Besides,” he added and lowered the pillow so it rested just below the cut of his hips. She couldn’t quite stop herself from glancing at the trail of coarse hair leading from his belly button down to his— “this is my house. I’m not the one naked in a bedroom that’s not mine.”

 She gaped at his ass as he turned and strode across the room to the en suite. Just as he reached the door, he tossed the pillow back toward the bed and entered the bathroom naked as the day he was born. Infuriated at his audacity, she snatched the pillow out of the air and caught a glimpse of her left hand.

 In particular, the ring finger on her left hand. Where a ring graced her finger. Two rings. One a small but beautifully cut diamond and the other—oh shit!—a plain gold band. She was wearing a wedding set.

 “What the fuck?”

 “I thought I told you to stop yelling.”

 Stunned, she tore her gaze away from her hand and gawked at the man standing in the doorway, bare chested and bemused with his long, lean legs half-covered in cutoff sweats and crossed at the ankle. He leaned against the door like he was perfectly at ease. That he was, in fact, used to waking up with naked women in his bed every day of the week.

 And maybe he was. She hadn’t seen Playboy Peeta since back in college, but then again, she hadn’t exactly been spending a ton of time with him since they’d graduated.

 “How the hell are you so calm? I have an engagement ring on. I have a wedding band on!”

 “You’re freaking out.”

 “I am! Join me, won’t you?”

 “Now, why would I want to do that?” he asked and sauntered toward her. The way his abdominal muscles shifted under his skin almost distracted her from his left hand, which he lifted to show—

 “Oh my fucking hell.”

 “Looks good on me, doesn’t it?”

 She sputtered, “B-but th-that’s a wedding ring!”

 “You know, I always told people I was going to marry someone really smart, and you, dear wife, just proved me right,” he said as he plunked down on the edge of the mattress next to her and leaned over to kiss the side of her head.

 “What the actual hell?” Katniss spat and shoved him away from her. “Are you high?”

 “Definitely not high, but I might still be a little drunk.” He stood quickly and swayed a little bit. He stopped and steadied himself with hands out for balance. “Nope. Scratch that. Not drunk but definitely hungover.”

 “You’re insane. I mean, I suspected it before, but now it’s confirmed. You are absolutely nuts.”

 “Thanks for your vote of confidence, but I’m not insane. I am, however, your brand-new husband.”

 Katniss narrowed her eyes suspiciously. “Two minutes ago, you didn’t even know why I was here, and now you’re coolly announcing that we’re married. Something doesn’t add up here.”

 “It all came back to me in the bathroom.”

 “You were in there for 45 seconds.”

 “What can I say?” he shrugged and offered an infuriating smile. “Last night was memorable. It didn’t take long for it to all come flooding…”

 He trailed off suggestively, and her mouth fell open. Again. Because seriously. What the fuck?

 “We didn’t do that,” she insisted. “You are disgusting.”

 “Funny. That’s what you said last night right after I cleaned all the, well, you know, off your chest and stomach and from between your legs. You weren’t wrong then either.”

 She started at him, aghast, her mouth hanging open. Memories flickered in erratic flashes, and it wasn’t what she wanted to see. Most were definitely in the vein of what he’d just hinted. Something about him crawling up her body and licking creamy fluid from her belly before moving to her breasts and then devouring her mouth.

 “I’ve got to get out of here. Where the fuck are my clothes?”

 “What?” he asked, mock surprised. “You don’t want your loving spouse to cook you breakfast in bed? It is our honeymoon, after all.”

 She glared at him before biting out, “I. Will. End. You. Where the fuck are my clothes?”

 “You know, if you can’t keep track of your things, maybe you shouldn’t have any.” She raised her face to rip him a new one, but he was dangling her lacy salmon colored tank top from the tips of his long, artistic fingers. She absolutely did not notice the raised veins in his forearms and the size of his palm when she snatched her shirt from him.

 “Can you give me some privacy, please?” she said as primly as possible through her disgust, but he just chuckled and shook his head.

 “You’re priceless. After what we did last night? Playing virginal doesn’t become you, Everdeen.”

 “Yeah, well, if I actually married you, I’m not Everdeen anymore, am I, Mellark?”

 Peeta froze, his eyes wide at her observation, and she took advantage of his surprise to push past him to the relative safety of his bathroom. He didn’t even protest that she’d pulled the sheet from the bed to cover herself when she went.

 A hesitant knock sounded on the door, and she grumbled at him to go away. He repeated his gesture a couple more times before finally growling, “I found the rest of your clothes. At least take them.” She didn’t bother to thank him when she cracked open the door and snatched them from his hand.

 She took her time putting herself back together, long enough for her hands to stop shaking and her heartrate to slow to a slow canter instead of the full-on gallop it had been beating since she woke up next to Peeta Mellark.

 “What the hell happened last night?” she demanded in a harsh whisper. No matter how hard she tried to remember, nothing else came to her for several moments, and then only flashes of a club and the press of bodies and heat and so much alcohol and a really hot man grinding into her on the dance floor. “And this is why you don’t drink more often.”

 When she felt like she had some kind of control over herself, she inched the door open to an empty bedroom. Wadding the sheet into a ball, she tossed it on the bed and scanned the space for her purse and phone and keys. Nothing. They must be in the living room, which meant she couldn’t sneak out the window to avoid seeing that smug bastard.

 She crept down the hall in the direction of what she hoped was the front door. Sounds echoed down the hall, those remarkably like someone cooking, and her stomach grumbled loudly despite her hangover and horror. A sharp sizzle pricked her ears, and she sighed at the scent of freshly brewing coffee and something that smelled distressingly close to thick-cut slices of ham. God, she’d kill for a hunk of cooked pig right now.

 Katniss rounded the corner and glanced furtively around the open room. A small living area, exceptionally neat and beautifully styled, stretched into a chef’s kitchen that held a disheveled, discomfited Peeta with a spatula in one hand and a carton of eggs in the other. When he saw her, he offered a lopsided, apologetic smile.

 “Good morning, officially. I’m making breakfast,” he said and motioned to the barstools on the other side of the island where he was cooking. “It won’t take long.”

 “Oh, uh, ah, I don’t think I can stay,” she stammered and edged to the door by which her purse and shoes sat.

 “Katniss, please,” he asked, suddenly unsure and vulnerable. “I— we—”

 “Very articulate.”

 Peeta had the grace to flush before shoving a riot of blonde curls off his forehead. “Look, Katniss, last night was pretty insane. I agree with that.”

 “Insane, crazy, completely irresponsible, absolutely not what we should have done.”

 Hurt colored his features, and she regretted it for just a second. But then he opened his mouth again.

 “Absolutely what we should have done. We’ve been skirting around each other for years. I, for one, am glad you finally admitted how you feel about me and gave in,” he insisted. “I mean, it’s not what I would have done if we’d been sober, but a quickie elopement is just as good as a big ceremony.”

 She didn’t have words to answer him because, despite understanding every word he said, it seemed like he was speaking a completely different language.

 “Admit how I feel about you?” she scoffed. “I thought that was perfectly clear. I can’t stand you.”

 “That’s not what you said last night.” His tone was stubborn, and his mouth turned down into a frown. “Last night you told me you loved me. That you’ve always loved me since I bought your lunch at the cafeteria that day back in college.”

 “Last night I was blackout drunk! I would have told a monkey I was in love with him.”

 “Katniss,” he started, but she backed away from him.

 “No! I don’t care what you say. I’m not in love with you, and I don’t want to be married to you. We’re not married! Not really. It’s not possible.”

 “But—”

 “Just don’t,” she shouted and grabbed her shoes and purse. “Goodbye, Peeta.”

 And then she was out the door and running. She didn’t really care where. She just needed to be away from those wounded blue eyes and gentle voice that did something to her no matter how much she didn’t want anything to do with Peeta Mellark.

 ****

 The truth was she had loved him at one point. For a brief period during their senior year when she’d given into his charms and slept with him. After he captivated her with his slick words and hooded looks that made way too many other women throw themselves at his feet. She’d been stupid enough to believe him when he told her she was the only one for him, and she’d agreed to be his girlfriend for two deliriously happy months. Until he broke her heart, and she refused to ever speak to him again.

 And it’s not like he hadn’t tried a million times. Peeta had called her, emailed and texted, even shown up on her porch with flowers and some ridiculous present she didn’t give him the satisfaction of opening. She wasn’t going to allow him a chance to hurt her again, not after catching him lip-locked with Cashmere, one of the most beautiful women she’d ever seen. Not even when the woman herself let Katniss know that the kiss had meant nothing to her and that Peeta was still hers if she wanted. Katniss wasn’t going to settle for anybody’s seconds, even if he’d been hers in the first place. Graduation came just a few weeks after that, and she’d managed to avoid him around town in the years since. Now, at twenty-seven, she didn’t care enough about him to notice he seemed to have a different woman with him every time she glimpsed him in public or at an event where their infuriatingly small circle of friends had invited them both.

 God, she must have been hammered to get anywhere near him last night, let alone marrying him and ending up in bed together.

 She was three blocks from his house before she slowed long enough to reach into her purse where, thankfully, her phone rested. Snatching it out, she ignored the notification on her screen and dialed her best friend. When Gale answered, she breathed a sigh of relief.

 “Hey, Catnip,” he greeted her in his deep voice. Amusement echoed over the phone line, and she wanted to smack him.

 “Thank fuck you answered. Where the hell were you last night when I was, apparently, getting plastered and leaving the club with my arch enemy?”

 “You didn’t seem to think he was too bad last night,” Gale laughed, and Katniss almost hung up on him. Unfortunately, she needed to figure out what had happened because she didn’t remember a damn thing that made sense.

 “Seriously, dude. I woke up naked and in bed with him. I wouldn’t do that if I was in my right mind, so tell me what happened. And also, why didn’t you stop me?”

 “Well, shit, Catnip,” her best friend laughed. “You never could resist that guy, but I didn’t think you’d jump into bed with him after one night back together.”

 “Back together?”

 “You really don’t remember anything?”

 “No,” she mumbled, but something pricked at the edge of her memory. Something about running into the back of a stocky, muscular, strong man who she’d leaned into gratefully. He’d been protective when another guy hit on her lewdly, and they’d started talking. Realized they already knew each other. Decided to catch up. Her discomfort at first because…

 Oh god. Because it was Peeta, but she’d been just tipsy enough to be a little forgiving, and he’d looked amazing in his tight green t-shirt that made his skin glow and his eyes tint toward turquoise instead of aqua. And he’s looked so eager and repentant and his smile wide and his touch so gentle and warm.

 “Well, it was entertaining for the rest of us, anyway.”

 “Glad I could make your night better,” she groused. “Now, spill it.”

 “You disappeared for a little while. Thanks for bailing on my birthday, by the way.”

 “Yeah, yeah. I’ll make it up to you,” she snapped.

 “When you didn’t come back, we got worried and went looking for you,” he explained. “Annie went first and couldn’t find you. Then Finnick took a turn and said he’d caught a glimpse of your back at the bar, but you disappeared before he could make his way over to you. So, I went to track you down, and, when I couldn’t find you, Johanna went on the prowl.”

 “Not Jo,” she groaned.

 “Yeah, she found you cuddled up to Mellark in the back room. You were talking in the corner and then kissing and then—”

 “She didn’t know who he was, so she didn’t try to stop me.”

 Gale huffed an irritated sigh. “Jo didn’t stop you because, when she tried, you told her you were getting reacquainted with your former lover and would she please kindly fuck off.”

 “I’m surprised she didn’t bite my head off.”

 “She did, but lover boy stopped her cold. And when he did, you told him to take you home or lose you forever.”

 “I didn’t misquote Top Gun to him,” she insisted. “I wouldn’t disrespect Goose that way.”

 “Apparently, you did, and then you left with him. We tried calling. I would have come and gotten you, but you only answered once, and you were absolutely insistent that you wanted to be with him.”

 “Gale,” she said as patiently as she could, “I was clearly drunk. Maybe not the best time to trust my judgment.”

 “You weren’t drunk.”

 “I woke up hungover!”

 “I paid yours and Peeta’s bar tab. A total of two drinks each.”

 “Then… Oh, good night, nurse,” she gasped. “I remember now.”

 “Well, then fill me in. I wasn’t there for that part of it,” he said, and she could practically hear him roll his eyes.

 “I had a flask in my purse. I stashed it in case you all wanted to stay longer than I wanted to pay for drinks, and I pulled it out and started drinking.” She gulped and groaned, “I came onto him. Asked him to take me to his place. That I wanted to apologize for not listening to him back in college.”

 “And you woke up naked with him? Uh…”

 “No, it wasn’t his fault. I wasn’t that drunk, and he was soooooooo… Dammit, he was so sweet, so apologetic. And then he kissed me.”

 “I don’t really think I need to hear the rest of it, do you?” Gale muttered.

 She snapped her mouth shut. She didn’t need to justify herself or share what had happened between Peeta and her the night before. Suffice it to say that she’d shed her clothes willingly, and they’d both slammed a lot of alcohol.

 “Shit. I’ve got to go.”

 Katniss dropped her phone back in her purse and turned in her tracks. She took a few hurried steps and then ran. She was out of breath by the time she stopped at his stoop, but she knocked while she sucked air into her lungs. It only took a few seconds for him to open the door, and when he did, she wanted to reach for him.

 Hands twitching, she stated, “We’re not really married.”

 “No.”

 “But we slept together.”

 “Well, I didn’t get a lot of sleep—”

 “Peeta!”

 He grinned sheepishly and nodded. “You were kind of insistent about the sex part. I didn’t mind so much.”

 “If I remember correctly, I was very enthusiastic about it.”

 “Yeah.”

 “To be fair, I don’t remember much.” Peeta’s face fell, and she reached out to touch his hand. “But I remember wanting to. It’s the rings that don’t make any sense.”

 He huffed and averted his eyes. Staring over her head at the tree in the front yard, he mumbled, “You wanted to see them. It’s the set I bought when we were in college. I wanted to propose to you, but we’d only been together for a little while. It didn’t matter to me. I already knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you, so I bought them and thought I’d bide my time until, until…”

 “Until you kissed Cashmere.” It still hurt to say, regardless of the years that had passed.

 “Until she kissed me,” he protested. “I was telling the truth about that. She came onto me. It surprised the hell out of me, and I was pushing her away when you caught us. I tried telling you that for weeks, but you wouldn’t listen, and then graduation and I didn’t know where you went and—”

 “And I wouldn’t answer any of your attempts to get ahold of me.”

 “Your friends wouldn’t help me, and then I got my job and moved. It wasn’t until I came back last year that I knew how to find you, and you obviously hated me by then. I figured I might as well give up and take what I could get.”

 “That was a lot of women, Peeta.”

 “It might have looked like a lot of women, but none of them held a candle to you. There were so many because none of them got a second date.”

 Katniss wiggled her fingers and then slipped the wedding set off and held them out to him. “You should have these back.”

 His shoulders drooped, and he nodded when she placed them in his palm. He’d already taken his band off. His left hand was bare.

 “If it helps, I thought they looked really good on you,” he said, his voice choked with emotion.

 She smiled gently and took a step off the porch. As she backed away, she called, “Not ready for an engagement, but a date might be nice.”

 His head popped up, and she could see his hopeful gaze from halfway across the yard. “Really?”

 “You free tonight?”

 “Yes!”

 “Let’s try that bar from last night again. This time I’ll introduce you to my friends. 9:00?”

 His smile stretched across his face, and he lifted his fist in triumph.

 “I’ll be there!”

 Katniss turned then and allowed herself a satisfied grin. It wasn’t every day you woke up married and ended up with a date.

[sanababes]

It All Ends Here

Pairings: female kpop idols x fem!reader

Warnings: NEUTRAL (detective au)

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PROFILE

• Name: Park Y/n (female)

• Age: 18

• Height: 5'8

• Bloodtype: A-

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Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock

The sound of the clock almost lulled you to sleep. Exhaustion was finally taking a toll on your whole body due to the continuous murder cases for the past weeks. You and your teammates were sent to different crime scenes to assist the bureau, and especially to ensure the safety of the city of Seoul.

A sound of glass being placed on the table interrupted your eyelids from fully closing. You looked up to see your trusted partner, Major Song Yuqi. She chuckled at your vulnerable state then took a sit across you.

"It's pretty rare to see you that tired, Y/n." She mocked playfully.

You rolled your eyes out of annoyance and clearly, your day won't get any better.

"Yeah right,"

She gestured you to drink the liquid that she mainly prepared to ease your troubled mind. You casted a look of doubt to your mischievous friend before shrugging your shoulders and sipped on the hot tea. A delightful sigh came out from your mouth as the warm liquid rushed down on your throat.

"Damn, that's much better... Thanks, Yuqi." You smiled gently which made the latter feel contented.

"It's nothing, Lead Inspector."

"Oh! Today's finally the day we elect a new mayor! Who are you going to vote for?" She added while pacing around your room excitingly.

"Huh? I don't know yet..." You replied nonchalantly.

"Well I'm going for Kwon Boa, but don't tell chief though or he'd go spare!" You chuckled at your partner's antics.

Seoul is currently celebrating the election between the mayoral candidates – Choi Siwon (red party) and Kwon Boa (blue party). Both are socialites within the government, with Siwon being the current elected mayor and Boa's aspiring will to lead the city better.

Just then, the door of your office burst open. The two of you immediately rise up and greeted the Police Chief of Seoul, Kim Namjoon.

"There you are, Lead Inspector. I've been searching for you, "

"Speaking of the devil..." You heard Yuqi grumbling under her breath.

You stifled a laugh before welcoming the man inside.

"Well know that you found me, what is it that you want to say, Chief?" Your eyes glanced down to the i voted badge on his chest.

"I'm sure that you guys know that today is an important day! Keeping things secure is our top priority for now, that's why I came here. I want you to go check out the red party's offices because Mayor Siwon has expressed strong fears about the safety of his staffs and I don't want to leave anything to chance." He stated, but you're a little unsure with his sudden firm attitude.

"But chief I've been hoping that we'd be having a day off—"

Yuqi's whine was cut off when the chief yelled out.

"You can't seriously have hoped to be off duty on such a day, Major Song?! Now go and report to me as soon as your team is done patrolling!"

Eventually, you went to the lounge area of the officers with Yuqi tailing behind you and saw your other five teammates chilling without any worries.

"Guys! We'll be heading to the headquarters of the red party, please ready yourselves and we'll leave in a bit."

Sua, Jennie, Joy, Sana, and Miyeon groaned in unison as they struggled to follow your orders.

"Oh stop with the fuss, we are all tired here... Don't worry I'll try to book a week vacation for us." You offered.

Their faces instantly lit up at what you said, causing them to gear up hastily which made you snort.

《at Red party's Headquarters》

You and the girls stepped out from the van then walked up to the entrance of the building.

"Hey Y/n, have you noticed... how tense Chief is acting lately?" Jennie said as she clings to your right arm.

The others immediately agreed to what the older girl uttered.

"I know right, maybe the mayor is putting some kind of pressure on him. I hope it stops after the elections." Sana continued while swiftly wrapping her arm around you.

"We don't know anything about that yet, let's just wait and see."

You finally composed yourself, and as if it was planned, Mayor Siwon appeared with his bodyguards behind him.

"Inspector Y/n, I'm so glad that you girls are here!"

He shook hands with you and the girls looked at him with hidden disgust, unknown to your own oblivious demeanor.

"That goes the same for us, Mr. Choi." You smiled politely.

"Uhm since my headquarters are about to open in an hour or two, I want to make sure everything is safe for my staff's last day of work."

He motioned to come closer to the sealed doors before unlocking them one by one.

"Here, I've opened the doors for you. Please if you can just have a quick look inside, I'll feel safer." You and the girls reluctantly stepped inside the offices.

Your team began to part ways and started to look around the vast hall.

Not even a few seconds had passed, a loud shriek coming from Joy made you dash to her side.

"What's wro– oh shit!" Yuqi cursed as she saw what the latter was screaming about.

There in front of you and the other officers was a man sitting in one of the office chairs, unfortunately, he was shot to death.

"Oh my god! B-but how could this happen, and is that the rookie model, Kwon Jiyoung? What is h-he even doing here?" Joy stuttered due to the terrifying scene.

"I've never liked him at all since he's been involved with some drug scandal, but to die like that and be shot right between the eyes? Damn..." Sua sighed.

Just then, the mayor called out.

"Inspector, is everything alright?" His eyes went wide when he saw Jiyoung's dead body.

"Oh god, I-I swear I had nothing to do with this! I'm innocent and history will prove it!" He exclaimed while starting to walk backwards.

"Calm down, Mr. Choi. We're just going to need to talk to you since Jiyoung was shot in your headquarters, after all." You warned him with your raspy voice.

'Ughh, daddy~' The girls thought except for Yuqi.

( a/n: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) )

The mayor agreed and ushered you and your team to make it quick.

"Oh God, the press will surely crucify me once they knew about this. We need to do some damage control!"

After calming the man down, you added him to the profile list for being a possible suspect.

You told Jennie, Sana, and Joy to bring the victim's body to the morgue for an autopsy report. The rest are tasked to investigate the crime scene.

"Y/n! I found a receipt, this might be a clue." Miyeon said as you take a look on the faded paper.

It belonged to Jiyoung and it seems like he bought a drink at Lotte Hotel shortly before his death.

"Good job, maybe try checking the hotel after this search? You can bring Detective Jieun with you."

"Yes, Inspector!" She kissed your cheek before going back on finding clues or some fingerprints.

'Why are they so whipped for me...'

===

You and Yuqi are currently talking with the mayor in some private room within the Red party's offices. They are still some questions that Siwon needs to answer to give your team some information.

"Inspector, this cannot be happening! The journalists will have a field day with this if it goes out to the public!" He said and distress was evident on his face.

"I'm afraid that we cannot make this go all away, but I have already informed the Chief. I'm sure he'll keep this case confidential for a lotted time." Your partner reassured the man.

"I can't believe people would do this... Killing a man just to ruin my chances of being re-elected!"

Your brows furrowed at his statement.

"So you are claiming that you were framed?"

He reasoned that Kwon Jiyoung was an avid supporter of his campaign.

"I see, thank you for having time for us Mr. Mayor." You and Yuqi soon left the offices.

《back to Seoul Police Department》

The good news instantly came as the two of you arrived at the station. Coroner Kim Taeyeon reported that the victim was executed cleanly with an extremely precise shot. The killer seems to be right-handed due to the bullet trajectory and definitely knows how to handle a gun.

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KILLER'S PROFILE

• handles guns

• right-handed

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Meanwhile, Miyeon and Jieun just came back from investigating the lobby and bar of Lotte Hotel.

"Y/n, it's confirmed that Kwon Jiyoung came to the hotel shortly before his death. We also picked up a torn ticket, I'm sure it looks promising!" The detective said while handing you a clear zip bag which contains the clue.

"I see, let me try restore it in my office. I'll see you guys in a bit."

You sauntered towards your office and placed the torn pieces of the ticket on your table. You leaned one of your hands on the hard surface before starting to place the pieces together.

You're now down to the last part when someone back hugged you and nuzzled its face into the crook of your neck.

"Y/n~ let's cuddle~" Sana whined which made you chuckle.

"Now is not the time for that Sana-ssi, besides I just finished restoring the second clue." You showed her the finished product.

The girl snatched it from your hold before skimming through the details of the plane ticket. She also pushed you gently towards the table which made you sit on it, the latter smiled then placed herself on your lap.

"It says that this ticket was brought under Kwon Jiyoung's name. And this is a one-way ticket to Hawaii! Why he would even purchase such kind of trip?" Sana pouted as she turned her face towards you.

"You're right. As far as I know, Jiyoung's sole goal in life is to be a bona fide member of Seoul's exclusive luxury community. He'll never have left for some tropical islands..."

"The credit card number used to buy this ticket will help us understand everything! ...Oh no, it's badly printed... can you help decipher this for me Sana unnie?" You asked cutely.

"O-of course, I'll be done in no time!" You saw her blushing which made you smirk internally.

"Thanks, I really appreciate the help." You pressed a kiss on her forehead before leaving the latter flustered.

Your phone suddenly rang as you pressed answer, not even bothering to look at the name of the caller.

"Yah Park Y/n! We still need to have a chat with Kwon Boa, I'm barging in any second!" Yuqi exclaimed.

You groaned at her childish demeanor.

"I'll be back in an hour, please do your task okay?" You reminded Sana before finally meeting up with Yuqi.

===

《Seoul City Hall》

The press conference of the candidates just ended a few minutes ago, so you took it as an advantage and greeted the head of the blue party.

"Ah, Inspector Park! It's nice to see you, have you voted yet? After what happened today it seems like my victory tonight is almost ensured!" Boa expressed herself happily.

"Are you referring to Kwon Jiyoung's murder?" Yuqi asked as you watched the older woman in front.

"Hmm, I always had a hunch that the red party is populated with bloodthirsty maniacs. I mean making dreadful deeds just to advance their political agenda... Poor Mr. Kwon being shot at their own headquarters, now I'm sure that the citizens of Seoul will vote for me!"

"Anyways, my campaign has always been based on honesty and morals." The mayoral candidate stated.

You just sighed at her egocentric reply.

"I think that's all that we need to know for now, Mrs. Kwon. We'll keep in contact with you, just in case." You sent her a cold gaze before walking away with your partner.

Yuqi grumbled under her breath before draping her arms around your tall frame.

"These goddamn politicians are going to be the death of me..."

You chuckled on what she said.

"Same... Right now we only have two suspects."

"Yeah, we should close this case as soon as we can. By the way, Officer Chan told me that you should check your email soon. He said the mayor's staff sent you a video recording." Your partner explained.

You immediately grabbed your phone then opened your email.

1 unread inbox

You shared a meaningful glance with Yuqi before opening the said message.

A videotape is played which showed Kwon Boa sneaking into the Mayor's office, presumably right before Jiyoung was killed.

"I can't believe this! It's Mrs. Kwon! We should speak to her again right now–"

"Not so fast, Major Song." Chief Kim appeared with some of the SWAT officers behind him.

"Mrs. Kwon can wait, I want you two to go secure the stand where the election's winner will be announced."

"Huh? But Chief we can't lose time on finding–" you tried to argue, but as usual, you were cut off again.

"Finding Mr. Kwon's murderer is top-priority, but so is the election winner's safety! I'm counting on you Inspector Park, go talk to Boa and don't forget to check out the election stand on the way!"

You and your partner had no choice but to follow his orders instantly.

"Every goddamn time, he always cuts us off!" You whined childishly which is pretty rare.

After a few minutes of walking, the two of you arrived at the wide podium. It has two large posters of each party which is hanged opposite to one another. The guest tables were pretty scattered in front of it due to the neglecting visitors who came to watch the awaited conference a while ago.

"Let's split up, you're with the tables then the podium is mine." You instructed Yuqi.

"Yes ma'am!"

The two of you then started to inspect the area thoroughly without missing a single spot. There were a few plant vases on the stage which didn't look suspicious until you saw one that looked a bit unkempt and the soil was disheveled too.

'Oh! Looks like our killer messed up a little, too bad for him...'

You wore your leather gloves before analyzing the vase carefully. It seems like someone previously dug up a hole and covered it carelessly. A smirk crept into your lips as you shoved your hand in the soil and began to try feel any possible foreign object.

"What are you doing?" You looked down to see your partner doubting your current efforts to find a lead.

"I'm searching for any clues? Duh..."

You suddenly felt a hard item and struggled to have a grip on it. After a few seconds of harsh pulling, you finally hauled a small garbage bag with something wrapped completely inside it.

"Look what I got~" you grinned playfully.

"How the fuck did you–"

"I'm going to bring this to the forensic team, have anything useful too?" You asked while stepping down the podium.

"Uh I got this hidden camera on one of the tissue holders, and then I saw this notebook on the floor. The page is torn so I think It looks suspicious so yeah,"

Yuqi handed the portable camera and ripped notebook to you. She also helped on putting all the clues inside your forensic kit whilst you called for Officer Wooseok to pick you up from the city hall.

"I called for Jennie and Joy to help you talk with Mrs. Kwon again, I'm sure you can handle it without me right? I'll go ahead to the station to get this stuff examined." You bid a goodbye to your partner and told her to wait for the other girls.

'Let's see if the fun starts from now on.'

Part 2 coming soon...

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How was ittt? Its my first time writing with these kind of theme sooo yeah hihi 🐶

[crystallized-iron]

Fic Recs

I really don’t read as much as I should, but there have been some really great ones. MCU and X-Men recs under the read more.

I think... if I counted right, this is 25 recs here. I may have gotten carried away a little bit. Enjoy.

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Ain’t No Rest for the Wicked by Kellyscams Rating: Explicit

Steve's just moved back to Brooklyn after spending ten years in California trying to make a life for himself as an artist right after high school. Having escaped to the other side of the country following the sudden death of his mother, Steve feels guilty about abruptly leaving all his friends for so long, unfulfilled, scared and nervous about started college at his age, and unbelievably lonely. So when he meets Bucky Barnes, a young sex-worker, at a bar the night before his first day of classes, temptations might be too high to resist.

One night paying for sex with the most sinfully gorgeous guy is nothing to brag to the papers about, huh?

S'not like he'll ever see him again anyway...

...Right?

And we pulled each other like gravity by hllfire Rating: Explicit

Erik accompanies Charles, Crown Prince of the Xavier Empire, to his first diplomatic meeting on the planet Themis, where he finds out something about the Prince and they end up talking about the past and how their paths had crossed before.

Fill for the Day 1 of Cherik Week: Space AU.

Bitter Sweet by LadyDarkPhoenix Rating: Teen

Bucky comes home from the war, finds out he has a daughter he never knew existed and now he must cope with life after the war while taking care of her.

Alternate timeline where Bucky's rescued after falling from the train, but Steve was never told and goes into the ice anyway.

Broken by NotEvenCloseToStraight Rating: Explicit

It took months of therapy for Bucky to break his Winter Soldier conditioning, and Steve was there for him, encouraging him to talk about his past, his fears, his time as the Soldier. And Bucky talked about everything-- except why the barest mention of an Alpha makes him panic. When Steve brings Bucky home, Alpha!Tony is ready to welcome Bucky with open arms and wings, but Bucky can't look at him, can't be in the same room without his wings flaring out to keep the Alpha away, a broken Omega panicking in the presence of a strong Alpha. But Tony is a good Alpha, and the team pulls together to help Bucky, showing him what it means to be loved, to be healthy and whole, and one day when Tony holds his hand out, Bucky trusts him enough to take it. And Bucky realizes that with a family behind him, with the safety hes found in the Omegas, the companionship from the Betas, and the unconditional love from the Alpha--HIS alpha, he isn’t broken at all. But with a team like the Avengers, tragedy is never far off, and this one rocks the family to their core. How can they fix the broken pieces of their lives when their Alpha is gone?

Close to you, I’m home by OneWithoutAName Rating: Teen

As Erik is searching the manor, he finds something strange in the attic. He knows that he needs to go to Charles, if he wants some answers. After all, why would there be a nest in a small dusty attic room, when there were countless rooms with ridiculously soft beds all around the manor?

Goodbye Brothers by LadyDarkPhoenix Rating: Teen

A look at Dum-e during the events of Iron Man 3 and beyond.

It’s Not What You Think... by LadyDarkPhoenix Rating: Teen

Bucky walks in on Tony dirty talking in the lab but it's not what he thinks.

Letters to Bucky by NotEvenCloseToStraight Rating: Explicit

Stuck in rehab after a near-fatal accident, Tony reaches out via letters to a soldier overseas, and Bucky is more than happy to write back, drawn to Tony for a reason he can't quite name. One or two letters turn into a years worth, then come the phone calls, with Tony quickly realizing that Bucky's voice, with that rolling Brooklyn accent might be his new favorite sound. When Bucky shows up unannounced at Tony's door, one thing leads to another and maybe a confession or two is made. But Bucky's tour overseas isn't over yet, not even close, and they have months more of distance between them. Then Bucky disappears, missing in action, and Tony doesn't know if he will ever get his soldier back. And if Bucky DOES make it home, will he be the same boy from Brooklyn who sent Tony love poems, or has his time away and his injuries changed him for good?

BONUS CHRISTMAS CHAPTER ADDED 12/10/18

Let your light shine by OneWithoutAName Rating: Teen

Inspired by Moomin TV series from 1990 and the episodes “The invisible friend” and “The invisible Child”. It’s the start of the summer break and Erik, a 13 year old boy living in a small house with his mother in the outskirts a small(ish) English town, is stuck in home because of the rain. The evening seems to get interesting though, when a strange man arrives with an invisible telepath boy and asks them to help him become visible again.

Loving a Vampire by Feelingsinwinter Rating: Mature

In the 19th century, Tony is a greatly appreciated and skilled inspector. His dire need to find the murderers and killers to every case he is given is well known among the people and while it doesn’t always help him to get the answers he needs, at least it makes it easier to convince people to talk to him. When Mary Ann Nichols is found dead, Tony Stark doesn’t know the investigation will put his life in harm’s way, put his marriage with one James Buchanan Barnes on shaky ground and shove him in a situation he wasn’t ready to face.

When a murderer does their best to earn the name of a monster, Tony is ready to do anything to stop them.

My beacon in a storm that is the world by OneWithoutAName Rating: Teen

Erik hated this planet. And he had seen a few along the years as a pilot of the most troublesome research team that had ever existed.

Or, they find a new alien species and Erik catches a bad case of feelings ragarding his relationship with Charles.

Of Broken Dreams and Mended Hearts by Kellyscams Rating: Explicit

When the House of Barnes is left in massive debt after the death of George Barnes, their oldest son and heir, Bucky, is forced to sacrifice his own hopes and dreams by entering an arranged married to Steve Rogers. Steve seems kind enough, has a prominent job in the government, and was even voted Society's Best Catch. But the House Rogers is significantly higher in status than Bucky's family, which means Bucky is marrying up in Society, and marrying up doesn't only come with rewards, it also comes with certain...expectations and losses--some of which Bucky might be willing to do anything to avoid. And those opportunities might come his way.

Unless, of course, he actually starts falling in love with his new husband...

Pirates Heart by NotEvenCloseToStraight Rating: Explicit

The 1700s, the Golden Age of Piracy, and Captain Steve Rogers has all he wants: a ship, a loyal crew, Bucky at his side, and the horizon offering a new adventure everyday. But an impulsive kiss gone wrong leads to a marriage between Steve and Tony Stark, and now Steve doesn't know what to do about ANYTHING. Steve loves Bucky, but something about Tony draws him in. Tony is too innocent for this life, but he picks up a sword anyway. Bucky is Steve's, but when he offers his hand to Tony and now the three of them are something new. When the truth about Steve's mission to ruin the Stark name comes out, Tony runs away, leaving Steve and Bucky behind in search of answers to the secrets hidden from him his whole life-- about his company, about Uncle Obie, about his parents death.

Steve and Bucky cant abandon their mission against Stane and Tony cant deal with the answers he finds in New York. Is this the end? Is Tony gone forever? Or will he leave his old life and return to the sea and the Pirates that hold his heart?

**BONUS CHAPTER ADDED 2/4/19!!** **BONUS CHAPTER ADDED 5/15/20!!**

Random Encounter by g33kyclassic Rating: Explicit

Charles is just a typical London commuter...until he sees the most gorgeous man on earth standing a few feet away from him.

Regret is in the past by OneWithoutAName Rating: Teen

Six years after first class, the cold war escalates and the missiles are fired, destroying the world as it was known. Those who managed to live, fight for survival against each other and against the living dead. One would think that the mutants have advantage, but Shaw was wrong in his assumption that the radiation would make them stronger. On the contrary, it made them weaker, their powers only half of what they used to be. In this world of waste land, Erik and what’s left of the brotherhood are trying to survive. It’s five years later, they are cornered by the zombies while they were trying to gather supplies in abandoned town. The situation seems hopeless, until a silver haired boy appears out of nowhere and tells them to be ready to run.

Small Indiscretions (Can Save the World) by LadyDarkPhoenix Rating: Teen

Captain Steve Rogers has defeated the Red Skull but lost his own life in the process, leaving behind a grieving Peggy and guilt-ridden Howard Stark. After looking to Howard for comfort following her great loss, Peggy finds herself facing the scariest mission she’s ever encountered: motherhood.

While this news is devastatingly unwanted for Peggy, Howard sees this as a golden opportunity to give his bride Maria the child she never thought she could have. With a little convincing and promises that she won’t have to be involved with the child’s life if she doesn’t want to be, Peggy agrees to keep and have the baby for the Starks, own personal comfort be damned. She wasn't planning on it being so hard, or finding someone she didn't want to lie to along the way. AKA what if Peggy Carter was more than just Tony Stark’s badass aunt?

The Consequence of Hiding by g33kyclassic Rating: Explicit

Charles is completing his PhD at Oxford when he finds himself in dire need of a new job to support himself and Raven. Erik is a grumpy Mutant Student Counsellor who has yet to fill his student assistant position. Enter Prof. MacTaggert and her matchmaking ways to bring her student and her friend together (in platonic, professional compatibility, of course). Will things stay platonic for Charles and Erik? Only time will tell.

The Funeral by LadyDarkPhoenix Rating: Teen

Tony attends the viewing and funeral of his parents. The other members of the company's board are not amused by his actions there.

The Risks by OneWithoutAName Rating: Teen

Inspired by post on Tumblr It takes Erik by surprise how Mystique doesn't seem to remember just how much Charles has done and risked for them, for their kind. But it seems that Erik wasn't quite aware of the risks either.

The Robot Who Could Feel Pain by slightly_salty_ace Rating: Teen

In which Tony leaves Afghanistan more machine than human. Or rather, Iron Man leaves Afghanistan. To the world, Tony Stark is dead.

Or...

Steve is convinced that Iron Man is just a robot with sass because the future is a strange place and he's stopped questioning things.

But when someone from Tony Stark's past returns, putting Iron Man in danger, Steve is forced to start asking questions. Specifically questions about his feelings towards a certain red and gold robot.

The Shared Dream by TurtleTotem Rating: Teen

Charles's cryo-pod malfunctions and wakes him up a century before everyone else. Will he spend the rest of his life alone on a ship full of sleepers? (A Passengers AU.)

The Soldier by LadyDarkPhoenix Rating: Explicit - Read Warning and Tags!

There's something wrong with Bucky. Something very wrong and it may have dire consequences for his friends and loved ones.

Time Falls Away by NotEvenCloseToStraight Rating: Mature

The Battle of New York: Tony flies himself and the nuke through the wormhole and when his suit shuts down and he starts to fall, he knows he's going to die. But then he wakes up in an alley in Brooklyn, two strangers staring down at him in confusion and Tony is sure he is dreaming when he shakes hands first with pre-serum Steve Rogers, and then Bucky Barnes. Trapped in 1942, Tony befriends Steve, and falls in love with Bucky but America is at war, and Bucky and Steve ship out to join the cause. Tony knows all the stories about the Howling Commandos and knows what’s coming for the soldiers, and has to live through history as first Bucky falls, and then Steve disappears. Tony is left alone in the 40's, crying himself to sleep in the house he had shared with his best friend and his lover. But then he wakes up on the pavement in New York, the Hulk roaring in his face, Steve staring down at him, and he has to wonder if it was all a hallucination. When Tony fell through the sky, did he fall through time as well? Why does Steve act so cold towards him? Were he and Bucky really that happy together?

Did it all really happen, or is Tony in love with a life he can only have in his dreams?

We want the same thing by hllfire Rating: Mature

Charles is locked up underground, where his telepathy won't be a problem, deemed too dangerous now to be kept free. Erik pays a visit.

Fill for the Day 2 of Cherik Week: Dark!Charles.

Your Love Alone Is Not Enough by LadyDarkPhoenix Rating: Explicit - Read Warning and Tags!

In an alternative post Civil War, Clint and Bucky fell in love and tried to make a life together. But then Thanos happened and Clint embraced the darkness within himself trying to cope with all his loss.

This is how after Bucky returned, Clint still can't cope with what happened and who he's become. How even though he seems to have it all, his own mind is his now his greatest enemy. Bucky tries to help but how do you help someone that doesn't believe he should be saved?

[idkthisisjustforfanfic]

Chapter 2 - Seed and Spark

I had no idea why Harry had reacted the way he did when he walked in on me and Niall almost kissing. As far as I was concerned, if he couldn’t bother to look at me in the class we had together, he had no right to an opinion regarding who I almost kissed.

Even if it was someone he was friends with.

I bit into the granola bar Millie had handed me--it was that time of night where I was not only drunk, but now I was hungry. It was either a granola bar or a tic tac that Millie found in her coat pocket. Naturally I opted for the granola bar.

“I just don’t understand him,” I complained, the liquor and late night were both getting to my head as I chewed. “Why does he have to say something weird like that? Now I have to overthink it until I die.” I let out a dramatic groan that reverberated against the walls of the classroom buildings we passed.

Campus was quiet this time of night--the only people out and about were either drunk kids heading back to their respective dorms, or the public safety officers patrolling the grounds to ensure that all of the drunk kids heading back to their respective rooms made it there in one piece.

Millie let out a snort. “You do not have to overthink it until you die. I vote you give him a proper word or two in the morning and then pretend it never happened.”

I took another bite of the chocolate chip goodness and thought for a minute. If only Harry would realize how dull and boring Quinn could be.

Sure, the girl was sweet, and she had killer hair and a knockout face. She was skinny and short and pretty much had that body that most girls dreamed of. Minus all of that going on in the looks department, Quinn Markos enjoyed lattes, romantic movies, and doodling her name in a pink gel pen. She was 20 years old.

I didn’t know what Harry saw in her. I didn’t know why he thought that of all the girls he knew, Quinn Markos would be a good recipient of his smirk and his green eyes and his time.

Sure, maybe I was a loud mouth and too outgoing for my own good. Maybe I was opinionated and energetic and maybe I was even a little bit of a show off. There were worse things a girl could be.

Millie followed me up the stairs to our building, swiping her ID card to gain our entry before we parted ways at the elevator. Millie lived on the 3rd floor, ditching me for the stairs as I watched the screen above the elevator count down from the fifth floor and finished the last bite of my granola bar.

When the doors opened, Harry stood inside, his hair somewhat messy and his black t-shirt looked more wrinkly than it had earlier. Perhaps he’d just finished banging my roommate before heading to his own flat.

“Hi,” I said through a full mouth, his eyes meeting mine as he stepped out. For a minute, it almost seemed like he was going to walk away without even speaking a word, but as I stepped into the elevator--my back to him--he spoke.

“Y’know--Niall is kind of a wanker,” he said suddenly, turning on his feet to face me.

I stared at him for a minute and swallowed, completely unsure of how to respond. “What makes you think that?”

He let out a breathy sigh and rubbed a hand against the back of his neck. “I just know him, s’all.”

“Well, I’ll be the judge of his character,” I told him, crossing my arms in front of my chest as he stuck a foot in the crack of the elevator to keep the door from closing. Why was Harry Styles not running away from me as quickly as possible? Why was Harry Styles keeping the elevator on the ground floor?

“Are you--like--interested in him?”

He stared at me curiously, his eyes scanning over my face as I did the same to him. Sure--Niall might be attractive and funny--but the answer to his question was no, I’m not. But those weren’t the words that came out of my big mouth.

“I don’t know,” I shrugged. “Maybe.” Did it bother him? If that was the case, I was definitely interested in Niall.

He let out a quiet scoff before shaking his head. “Have a good night, Harper.” He removed his foot from the door and turned, pushing open the main door and stepping into the night air as the elevator beeped it’s loud bell--warning me that if I didn’t press a button it would only become more angry.

I leaned forward and smacked the button for my floor, letting a sigh escape my lips. I didn’t know what bothered more: the fact that Harry seemed to have an opinion on my dating life despite the fact that he couldn’t tolerate me, or the fact that I’d finished the granola bar.

**

When I woke the next morning, Quinn was already awake and doing some form of yoga in the space between our beds. Her mat was rolled out and she had headphones in, presumably listening to some kind of nature sounds bullshit as she breathed in through her nose and out through her mouth.

She pulled out her headphones when I stretched.

“Morning,” she smiled at me, her hair was pulled back into a perfect ponytail. “Want to head to the dining hall when I’m done?”

I reached for my phone and opened it to a text from Millie, who had asked me the same question. “Sure,” I said. “Millie’s gonna tag along.”

She smiled and leaned over to roll up her mat before grabbing clothes from her closet to change into. Quinn had a passion for athleisure--you know, yoga clothes that you wear out in public so everyone knows you do yoga.

I hopped out of bed after texting Millie and found the baggy sweatshirt that permanently lived on my desk chair--pulling it over my head before I searched for a pair of leggings. After a few minutes of Quinn swiping on another layer of mascara, there was a knock on the door.

Quinn pulled it open, greeting Millie with her straight white teeth as she stepped aside to let her in. “Katie and Preston’s party was pretty good, no?”

“Yeah,” Millie shrugged, leaning against Quinn’s bed as I pulled my hair into a bun. The best thing about Saturdays at London Met was the pancake bar in the North dining hall and the fact that everyone--minus Quinn--looked just as hungover as I was.

We headed out of our room and into the elevator, riding it down before bracing for the fall wind outside.

“So I saw you talking with Niall Horan last night,” Quinn smirked at me as we walked. Despite the fact that Quinn was also wearing leggings and a zip up jacket, she looked much more put together than myself or Millie. “He’s definitely cute!”

“Yeah,” I confirmed. “I don’t know, he’s not really my type.”

“That’s rubbish,” Quinn laughed, throwing her head back and letting her ponytail bounce behind her. “He’s cute and smart and he’s on the footy team.”

He’s not Harry, though.

“He’s a player,” Millie defended for me as she walked beside us. “He’s slept with probably half of the girls in our year.”

“Oh come on,” Quinn giggled. “Afraid he’s got more experience than you?”

You see, maybe I had a reputation of being a flirt. Maybe there were guys that thought I’d hook up with them easily--but what Quinn (and the rest of London Met, minus Millie) didn’t know, is that Harper Coleman was still a virgin.

Millie, who’s mind went to the same place as mine, looked up at me with wide eyes. I shot her a look as if pleading for help, but she shook her head, almost as if to say you’re on your own.

“No,” I shook my head, willing to let Quinn believe my reputation. “I just don’t know if I could see us together.”

Because I’m in love with your boyfriend.

She left it at that, sticking her head into her phone as we walked to the dining hall. Once inside, she headed straight for the omelet station. Millie--a carb lover like myself--joined me as we waited in line for pancakes.

“Are you ever gonna tell people that you’re not as experienced as they think?” She mocked Quinn’s words, rolling her eyes at the thought.

I held a plate to my chest as I moved up in line. “Not now, that’s for sure. And who cares? What they don’t know won’t hurt them.”

Millie groaned. “Remember before Preston and Katie started dating at the party before spring break last year? Preston told us he’d heard that you’d slept with four different guys on the football team!”

I bit my lip. I had no clue how the rumors got spread--I could count on one hand the guys that had gotten past first base here at London Met--and I could count on one hand the guys at home, as well. And the rumor wasn’t exactly that I was sleeping around, it just somehow got spread that I had spent a few nights with a few different guys.

Millie was much more worried than I was--I had long accepted the notion of people thinking things about me that weren’t true. When you grew up in a small town and with a neighbor like Harry Styles--who told everyone in year 3 that I kissed a frog--you just kind of got over that type of stuff.

When it was my turn in line, I got my pancakes, loaded them with butter and syrup (one of the most American meals they served on campus) and headed to find Quinn with Millie in tow. Of course, she was sat near the window with Harry beside her.

He looked up when I set my plate down but didn’t say anything.

“Those look good!” Quinn eyed the pancakes on my plate as she forked a bite of omelet into her mouth. Harry had a pancake and an omelet--but his pancake lacked syrup.

“Good morning, Harold,” Millie greeted with a stern tone.

Millie and Harry’s relationship was an interesting one. Harry definitely found her annoying--I think that just came with the territory of being my best friend. Despite that, however, Harry always seemed more interested in speaking with Millie than he did with me.

I’d gotten used to not taking it personally, but whenever Harry responded pleasantly to my friend, I was left with a pang of jealousy in my stomach.

“Good morning, Mildred,” he smirked.

Millie rolled her eyes and pretended to gag. “I take my back greeting,” she said matter-of-factly.

Quinn decided to fill us in on a paper she had to write this week--informing us that she’d need us all to not distract her. Harry mumbled some kind of sweet reassurance that I tried to block out as I ate--mindful to not chew with my mouth open (an awful habit I’d been trying to break my whole life).

Millie eventually got up for seconds, leaving me alone with the future Mr. and Mrs. Styled as they discussed what they wanted to do for their 8 month anniversary that was coming up in a few weeks.

“Movies and dinner is so typical, Harry!” Quinn cooed, earning a death stare from me as I finished off my breakfast.

“Well then you need to pick something, Quinnie!” Harry smiled at her, causing my insides to knot up.

“You could always go to a heavy metal concert,” I suggested, knowing neither of them would be remotely interested. “I heard Barron’s Landing has a good line up next month.”

Harry rolled his eyes and turned back to his plate as Quinn let out a laugh, clearly missing the lack of entertainment in my voice.

Just then, as if the universe was in need of a good laugh, Niall slid into Millie’s empty seat with a grin on his face. “Well good morning, Harper.”

“Hello,” I bit out slowly, instantly feeling Harry tense across from me. He looked up at his friend and offered a smile before taking another bite of his food.

“Listen,” Niall said. “I know we were interrupted last night by my dear friend Harry, so maybe we could get dinner one night this week?”

I looked up at Harry, shocked by both Niall’s accusation and his proposition. Harry kept his eyes on his plate, and Quinn looked eagerly between me and Niall.

“Uh, sure, Niall,” I smiled and nodded at him, pulling my eyes away from Harry. “That would be great.”

“Perfect!” He smiled, standing from the table. “I’ll text ya and we can set somethin’ up!” He disappeared into the array of tables beside us, finding his way back to where he sat with other members of the football team.

“What was that about?” Millie appeared, her plate restocked with a new pancake as she sat where Niall had been.

“She’s going on a date with Niall,” Quinn chirped, flashing us her perfect teeth as she snaked an arm through Harry’s. “How exciting!”

“What?” Millie looked at me with wide eyes, almost blowing my cover. “I mean, that’s...great,” she shrugged, offering a forced smile as she looked from me and then to Harry. “You’ve been eyeing him for weeks,” she lied, catching on quickly to the scheme that was unfolding in my head.

“Alright, that’s excessive,” I waved a hand at her, urging her to stop talking.

Harry--who seemed completely unphased by the entire situation--pulled out his phone and began scrolling through facebook. In an attempt to gauge his displeasure, I let out a sigh.

“It’s been so long since I’ve been on a date. I’ll have to find a new outfit,” I smiled at Quinn, knowing my words would excite her.

“Oh my gosh,” she clapped her hands together. “We can totally go shopping or you could borrow something from me, of course!”

Millie let out a laugh. “Her ass will never fit in your trousers.”

“Thank you, Mildred,” I said loudly, hoping to let Millie know how unnecessary her remark was. If it wasn’t already clear to the entire world, I had an ass.

Boys in secondary school were always talking about it, even when I would wear a skirt to try to hide the breadth of my bum. While there could be worse things in the world--an exceptionally large ass was not one of the things you wanted everything talking about.

Harry let out a snort at our conversation, a smirk on his mouth as he looked up at me. “We were all thinking it,” he shrugged.

“Fuck you,” I retorted, pointing my fork at him. “I will tell everyone on this campus about the time you pissed your pants when Gemma and Tierney made us watch that horror movie.”

With that, he took another bite of his food and went back to pretending I didn’t exist.

**

I sat on the counter while Millie mopped the floor--it was almost closing time on Wednesday night, and the student center was pretty quiet. Most people were either in the dining hall, in their dorms, or at practice for their sports team.

Millie and I, naturally, were closing up The Counter and hoping that we’d make it to the dining hall in time to get some beef wellington before the entire football team showed up and took the last servings.

“I don’t know if I should go,” I told Millie, watching as she maneuvered the mop back and forth by my feet.

“What do you mean you don’t know if you should go? It’s Niall, he’s been in love with you forever. Just go,” she ordered. “It will be fun.”

“That’s what you think--you’re not the one who’d be going on a date with a friend of the guy she’s pining after.” I used my thumb to scratch at a stain on my apron.

“If it’s bad you don’t have to go on a second date,” she stopped mopping and looked up at me. She adjusted her glasses on her nose and put her hands on her hips. “Just go. I’m sure you’ll have fun.”

“I know,” I sighed, letting my shoulders slump before I slid off the counter. I hopped down onto my feet and sidestepped the wet spot that Millie had been focusing on. I made my way to the register, just about ready to lock it when Millie came up behind me.

“You know,” she said suddenly, clearly deep in thought. She brought a hand up to scratch at her chin. “If you’re right, if Harry really doesn’t want you to date Niall--maybe dating Niall will make Harry realize he loves you.”

I stared at her straight faced, waiting for her to laugh. She held it in for a minute, but eventually she exploded with laughter and bent forward to clutch her stomach. “I’m sorry,” she wheezed. “It’s not funny. Harry should love you.” She said with a nod.

“Yeah, yeah, have your laugh.” I said with an eye roll. “You won’t think it’s so funny when you’re madly in love with someone and they don’t love you back,” I told her confidently, using both hands to gather my curly hair into a low ponytail. The heat in the student center always made my hair much bigger that it was. Tonight was no exception.

“Harper,” Mille said, a tone of seriousness now present in her voice. I smiled slightly at the way she pronounced my name. You’d think--after fourteen years in England--that I’d be used to my name being pronounced as Hahpah, but whenever someone said it seriously, I couldn’t help but laugh at how ridiculous it sounded.

“You’ll never find true love if you keep daydreaming about your neighbor,” she informed.

I pressed a button on the cash register, popping out the tray so I could collect the cash. “Yeah, I know,” I said simply. I was hoping that Millie’s lecture would be short lived. Of course, I was wrong.

“I know he’s dreamy and amazing and all that jazz,” she smiled at me. “But there are plenty of fish in the sea. You just have to go for a swim.”

**

My date with Niall--much to my own dismay--was actually pretty good. He brought me to a burger place where I could get ‘American food’--as he called it--and we headed to walk through a local park afterwards.

Niall was funny--this was no news to me. I’d had a class with Niall during our first year, and despite his being a year older than us, he was always nice and never embarrassed to sit next to me in class.

He had an appetite that matched mine, luckily, because as far as I was concerned, my biggest turn off was I guy I could out eat.

We’d been walking back towards campus when my phone rang. Tierney’s name flashed on my screen, and as much fun as I was having, I told Niall I had to take it.

I stepped away, leaving him standing on the sidewalk, and brought the phone to my ear.

“Bad timing,” I said into the phone, hoping that Tierney realized it was prime date time. Friday night in London? Practically everyone with a heartbeat was out and about trying to score for the night.

“Hello to you too,” Tierney’s voice sounded.

My older sister--who was equally as loud mouthed as I was--worked in London as an editor, I think that’s why she thought she was smarter than everyone. If you think about it, it was actually all Tierney’s fault that I was in this predicament.

If Tierney hadn’t befriended Harry’s older sister, Gemma, I would never be in love with Harry in the first place.

“What’s up?” I asked, kicking at the sidewalk with my brown boot. “I’m kind of on a date.”

“You’re on a date? Did Harry break up with that girl, Quaker?”

“Quinn,” I corrected her, and despite the fact she annoyed me, it was nice to speak with another American. Sometimes my brain got inundated with tea and crumpets and innit? “But no, it’s with someone else.”

“Someone else?” She pried. I looked over to Niall, who was mindlessly on his phone only an earshot away.

“Yes, Tierney. I can’t talk. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” she laughed. “I’m sitting here with Gem and we were just wondering what you and Harry were up to this weekend. We figured it’s been a while since a sibling brunch.”

Ah, the infamous Styles-Coleman sibling brunches. Every since Harry and I both moved to London and started Uni, Gemma and Tierney were thrilled to have us all so close together. Gemma and Tierney had also gone to uni together, both earning degrees in journalism. Gemma went the writing route and Tierney for editing.

Luckily--for their own sakes--they decided to not live together after they graduated. I think living with your best friend and doing everything with them qualified you for the ‘crazy cat lady’ title even if you didn’t own any pets. Gemma and Tierney both had two.

“Uh, sure, Sunday?”

“Works for us,” she said into the phone. I agreed to show up, but the deal was that they had to get Harry on board. If I asked Harry he’d say no, if they asked Harry, he’d begrudgingly oblige.

I hung up, thankful for Tierney and Gemma’s neverending support. I was probably fifteen or sixteen when Tierney let the metaphorical cat out of the bag and told Gemma that I’d been lusting after her brother for years. I was embarrassed at first, but when Gemma claimed she’d long known my secret and that Harry and I were a match made in heaven, I wasn’t so mad that she knew afterall.

Nowadays, both Tierney and Gemma were still rooting for us, even though they knew Harry was the farthest thing from interested in me. I think they kept up the charade just to please me.

I shoved my phone in my coat pocket and headed back towards Niall. “Sorry about that,” I said as I fell into step with him. We turned left to enter the lower side of campus. “My sister was just asking about going to brunch with her friend and with Harry.”

“With Harry?” Niall asked, confusion coming over his face as he looked over at me.

“Yeah, his sister and my sister are best friends.”

“Oh right,” he laughed. “I always forget that you lot grew up together.”

I scoffed. “Me too.”

“He’s kind of hard on you, no?”

“Yeah,” I nodded, climbing up the stairs to the main lawn beside him. “Brotherly love, I guess.”

The words felt awkward coming out of my mouth. People often equated Harry and I to the likes of brother and sister, but they had no idea how false I hoped that to be.

Niall let out a laugh, his fingers brushed against mine. He laced them together, smiling at me as we passed by the dining hall. Niall’s flat, flat 819, was located on the far side of campus in the Pembroke complex owned by London Met. I figured he’d walk me to my dorm before saying goodbye.

For once in the history of London Met, there wasn’t a party on a Friday night. The men’s footy team had a game in the morning, meaning they were all keen on getting a good eight hours before heading up to Oxford in the morning.

As we neared the entrance to my dorm, Niall’s hand still laced with mine, Quinn and Harry appeared on the sidewalk. Quinn--bundled in a jacket that seemed a little too puffy for fall--laughed at something Harry said.

“Speak of the devil,” Niall called out to his friend, waving at them with his free hand.

Harry, who looked up at the sound of Niall’s voice, immediately let his gaze fall on our intertwined hands. “Hey, mate.”

Harry brought his eyes back up to mine, and I swear I could see a falter in his straight face. He knew I’d caught him looking at our hands, and therefore, he pulled Quinn in a little closer to his side.

“What are you two up to?” Quinn smiled, shooting me an awkward wink as she looked between us.

“Just getting back from dinner,” I offered, nuzzling my head against Niall’s shoulder.

Niall--who seemed a little surprised by my action--only let his arm drop from my hand to wrap around my shoulder, allowing me to seek shelter from the cool night.

“That’s nice,” Harry offered, eyeing me closely. “Another member of the footy team, huh, Harper?”

My face fell, and it wasn’t that I was hurt. I was used to Harry making jokes about my supposed sleeping around. Quinn smacked his arm and let out a disapproving sound.

“What can I say?” I let out an awkward laugh. “I guess I have a type.”

Quinn cleared her throat and took a sidestep towards the door, pulling at Harry’s arm. “Well, we’re headed inside, we’ll see you upstairs, Harper?”

“Sure,” I saluted in their direction, thankful for the silence outside when it was just me and Niall.

“What was that about?” He asked, his voice more quiet that I’d ever heard. He watched me closely.

“I told you,” I shrugged and forced a laugh. “Brotherly love?”

“Not that,” he shook his head. “His comment about guys on the footy team.”

Wait. You mean to say that Niall Horan hadn’t heard about my glorious (and fake) sexcapades? I figured that everyone on the footy team probably talked about my too big ass and my numerous nights in their beds...whoever they were.

“You haven’t heard the rumors?” I looked at him with wide eyes.

He shook his head.

I let out a quick breath and shrugged. “Somehow, somewhere, a rumor got started that I’ve slept with a bunch of guys on the footy team.”

“Is that true?” he kept his eyes on me.

“Have I slept with you?” I smirked at him.

“No,” he let out a laugh, but I could tell he wasn’t following.

“If I had slept with anyone on the football team it probably would be you.”

Because Harry wasn’t on the football team.

At this Niall laughed, and I was glad he could take a joke. “Oh, Harper,” he said with a smile. “You’re definitely somethin’ else.”

“I know,” I smiled back at him.

When Niall Horan kissed me, I tried my best to be in the moment. I tried to appreciate the fact that a cute guy who was smart and nice was interested in me. But of course, I thought about Harry.

[soaimagines]

The Lost Girls || Part Five

Gifs not mine, credit to owners.

Part one | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four 

Pairing: Jax Teller x Reader 

Word Count: 2,256

Request: Imagine being the VP of an all female MC. You come to town and you and Jax fall for each other.

Warnings: smoking, language, mention of sex, mention of drugs, mention of guns + violence

Authors Note: Finallyyyy got another part out for this. I have so much love for this series and it gives me all the Jax feels. I have quite a bit planned for this, Im just trying to get it all in order. Its based somewhere in season one, and Tara does not exist (yet) and I'm not sure if I will bring her into this. I hate part two, I wish I had gone a different direction with the Gemma sitch but meh, here we are. Let me know what you think. x

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The two of you were like teenagers. Worse than teenagers. Neither of you could keep your hands off each other and your lips were raw from kissing. But it didn't stop you from pulling him towards you and every time your lips met electricity shot through your veins and the next thing you knew you were on the floor fucking. And when you were done, your knees red with carpet burn and your body trembling with pleasure, you would have a cigarette or a joint and somehow find your way back to each others lips and the cycle would start all over again. This fire that burned inside you had never been ignited before, at least not like this. Nothing you had ever experienced could compare to whatever this was that was building between you. Jax had been with many woman. Hundreds, maybe. But of them all you were his favourite. Because you didn't flinch when he wrapped his hand around your throat and squeezed. You didnt hold back your moans, letting him know just how good he felt inside you. You looked him in the eye when you came and when he cupped your cheek you wrapped your lips around his thumb and scratched your nails down his back. He lost himself in your moans and the gasps of breath you took when he pushed inside you and time seemed to disappear. Everything dissappeared. The world could be on fire outside and you would be oblivious. You had never enjoyed sex as much as you did with Jax. He made love to you amongst the sheets, soft and slow and then fucked you against the wall hard and fast. It was well past two am when you had finally crashed out, wrapped in each others arms. You had never slept so soundly as you did with his arms draped over you and you nestled against him as the sun began to rise.

The sunlight creeping through the curtains woke you and you both stirred. “Goodmorning,” Jax whispered against your forehead, his voice thick with sleep. “Morning,” You mumbled sleepily and buried yourself into him. His arms engulfed you and you lay like that for a while, your head buried in his chest listening to the sound of his heartbeat. “We should get up.” You groaned and shook your head. Jax chuckled, his fingers tracing over your back. You nuzzled into him, your lips ghosting over his neck and you kissed him softly. His fingers grasped you and he sighed. “Darlin, if you keep doing that Im not gonna get up.” You smiled against his skin, and continued to kiss his neck sleepily. Jax sighed and as much as he didn't want to, he pushed you away. You rolled onto your back with a pout and Jax smirked as he swung his legs out of bed. “Come on. Lets shower and then I’ll make you coffee.” You groaned again, but this time you sat up, brushing the loose strands of hair out of your face. You stretched out your arms and legs and yawned. “I dont know if I can walk.” You laughed. Jax smirked proudly and walked to your side of the bed. He hovered over you, his eyes suddenly hungry. “You need me to carry you, sweetheart?” You bit your lip and nodded, lifting your arms up. Jax scooped you up effortlessly and you squealed as he threw you over his shoulder and marched you to the bathroom, leaving a slap on your ass as he went.

After yet another round of sex, this time in the shower, Jax left you to go and make coffee. You washed your hair under the warm water and scrubbed your body clean before getting out and wrapping a towel around yourself. You quickly dressed, tugging on your jeans and pairing it with a fresh plain white tshirt. After pulling on a pair of socks  and your boots you quickly ran a comb through your damp hair, working out the knots that had been put there last night. When you were done you didn't bother drying it, preferring to let it dry naturally and you padded across the carpet in search of Jax and more importantly the coffee he had promised. You walked into the kitchen and saw that Jax wasn't alone. They both turned at your approach and you smiled warmly to the man, the reaper on his back confirming he was a Son. Jax smiled when he saw you, his whole face lighting up and their conversation fell away. The man eyed you curiously, recognising you as the Vice President of the Lost Girls. “Sorry, Jackie boy, didn't realise you had company.” The man said in a thick scottish accent. Jax smirked and walked towards you, offering a fresh cup of coffee. You wrapped your hands around the mug and smiled up at him in thanks. “I dont think we’ve officially met, lass. Im Chibs.” “(Y/n),”  You smiled at him widely, suddenly aware of the obvious love bites on your neck that he would have to be blind to miss. You were about to speak again when you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. You flashed them both a smile and excused yourself to take the call. It was Sculley, informing you that Ella wanted to meet with the rest of the club at the Mayans clubhouse in half an hour. You told her you'd be there soon and quickly hung up before moving to the sofa where you had draped your leather the night before. “Heading out?” You looked up as you pulled your kutte onto your shoulders and saw Jax and Chibs watching you. “Duty calls.” You smiled. Jax nodded and crossed the living room. Chibs watched as Jax pulled you into his arms and cupped your face. His lips pressed against yours and you could taste the coffee on his tongue as it massaged against yours. “See you tonight?” He whispered against your lips. You flashed him a smile and nodded slightly before pecking his lips once more. “Nice to meet you.” You smiled to Chibs. “Aye lass,” With one last smouldering smile from Jax you left, closing the door firmly behind you. Jax could feel Chibs’ stare before he saw it and he rolled his eyes. “What?” “Be careful, Jackie.” “We’re just having fun.” Jax explained as he too reached for his kutte. “Thats what crow eaters are for, brother.” They both smirked and Chibs continued. “Things between us and the Mayans are good, for now, Jackie. But it's not always that way. At the end of the day her club and her loyalty is going to side with them.” The Scot left him to ponder his words and Jax couldn't help the sinking feeling that filled his chest. He was right. Your club was everything to you and your President was the daughter of a Mayan. A Mayan president. Jax shook his head. It didn't matter.It had only been one night. Nothing serious. Right?

The Mayans had offered Ella a secure room in their clubhouse where The Lost Girls could meet and you sat in your usual position to her right. Scully sat to her left and the rest of your club sat around a table, all waiting to hear your president speak. You could tell she had something important she wanted to discuss by her body language. Her body was tense and her usually warm eyes were darting everywhere in the room, except you. She hadn't made eye contact with you since you had walked in and you had a feeling that whatever she was going to say, you weren't going to like it. Finally the room fell silent and all eyes were on Ella. She looked down at her hands and took a few moments to form the words before speaking. “I want to thank you all for coming down here. I know it was a lot for me to ask you all to join me in meeting my father and it really means a lot.” “We’re family.” You said softly. “We go where you go.” She flashed you a tight smile which only brought more concern and she looked down at her hands as she started her next sentence. “As you all know my father… The Mayans, are involved with drugs. Its something that we've always steered away from and I know it hasn't been easy for you all you to be around.” She took a deep breath and you could see her struggling to find the right  words. “We have an opportunity to make some real money, and Im not talking a permanent thing here. But the Mayans have a charter up in Oregon and I thought since we’ll be going up there anyway on the way home…“ “No way.” All heads turned to Ruth and the seriousness of the proposition sunk in. The Lost Girls running drugs?! You fell silent. The Lost Girls had never dealt with drugs. It was something you could pride yourselves on. Why hadn't Ella come to you with this before bringing it to the club? You all knew it was easy money but it came with risks and a lot of your members had history with drugs, whether it be from their own addictions or family members overdosing. “It's a one time only thing. Good money. I know its a lot to ask so take your time to think about it. We vote tomorrow.” Chairs scraped back as Scully and Ruth stood, not bothering for the sound of the gavel hitting the table. Ella clenched her jaw as the two stormed towards the door and before Scully could leave she turned around to face Ella. The older woman shook her head, her eyes looking disapprovingly at her president. “This isn't you.”

You sat outside as the sun began to set, the sky lined with shades of baby blues and cotton candy clouds. Todays events ran vividly through your mind and you pulled your pack of cigarettes out. The nicotine always helped make sense of your thoughts, at least thats what you told yourself as you lit your lighter and took a drag. Ma had sent you a text an hour ago saying she wouldn't arrive in town until tomorrow. You were both disappointed and relieved. You knew she would be able to tell something was up with the club immediately and you didn't have the heart to explain why. But seeing her would be a comfort, and you knew that if anyone could talk Ella out of this, it was Ma. With your club in strife you had nearly forgotten about the handsome blonde who had been previously occupying your thoughts and you pulled your phone out. You were about to dial his number when you heard footsteps behind you and you turned to see Marcus Alvarez approaching. “Mind if I sit with you?” You smiled up at him and waved your hand to the empty seat next to you, gesturing for him to sit. You offered him your cigarettes, which he accepted and silence fell between you as he lit up. “Ella's told me a lot about you. She's very lucky to have you in her corner. I want to thank you for that.” You smiled at his words and nodded. “She's my sister.” “She's also told me you've been spending time with Jackson Teller.” You rolled your eyes. “We hung out, yeah.” What was this? Some kind of fatherly lecture? A warning? An intervention? “The Sons of Anarchy are friends of ours- for now. But it's not always that way Y/N. If it comes down to it you need to make sure you're on the right side of the line.” “Jesus christ, we hung out like twice. I’m not marrying the guy.” Alvarez nodded slowly, a small smirk on his lips and he blew out a cloud of smoke. “I didn't think you'd be into playing step mom anyway.” His comment caught you off guard and you frowned and turned to look at him. He seemed oblivious to your confusion,his eyes focused on his brothers playing basketball across the yard and your brows furrowed together. “Step mom?” He glanced at you and nodded, immediately noticing the puzzled look on your features. “His son, Abel. I guess he didn't tell you about his wife either then, huh?” You gulped. Wife?! Son?!  “Yeah.. Guess not.” You tossed your cigarette butt to the ground and stood, making sure to crush the butt under your foot and walked around the building to where you had left your bike. Why didn't Jax tell you that he was married with a fucking child? You weren't the home wrecking type and but the night you had spent at his house you didn't recall seeing any signs of a baby, or any womanly belongings. The whole house had a masculine vibe, but it's not like you had gone exploring behind the closed doors. For all you knew he could have just brought you into the guest room, avoided the main bedroom where there could have been signs of his fucking wife. You tugged your helmet down on your head, not bothering to buckle the strap and you brought the engine beneath you to life. It was almost humorous. You had only spent one night together. You were just ‘hanging out’. You hated the idea if being ‘the other woman’ but that didn't explain the nausea that was waving through you or the ache in your chest.

[backseatofimpala-blog]

I'll be there for you

No warnings. SamxJess pairing, i do not own the charachters or the episode this is copied after (season 1, home) Over the next several months of traveling with Jess and his brother, Sam noticed how different Dean was, mostly how Dean seamed to shy away from women desperate for a quick lay, instead of seducing them. Dean stuck more to hustling pool and winning poker.

"Are you gay now?" Sam asked his brother after the case of the hookman, and he didn't even flirt with the collage girls. Dean gaped at his little brother.

"...the hell..." Dean mused slowly.

"Do you have a girl friend?" Sam probed on. Dean bitch faced his brother and heades for the bathroom door.

"Ok we're done talking... Jess control your man." Dean remarked.

"Give me a pair of hand cuffs and i will." Jess smirked. Dean smirked at his brother, giving him a hidden thumbs up and left the room.

"Be done by the time I get out this time." Dean smirked, and Sam scowled as Dean shutthe door. "Dont for get to suit up first, Sammy." Dean called through the door turning the shower on.

"I'm sorry, Jess." Sam groaned.

"Why is Dean so closed off." Jess asked.

"Life of a hunter, babe." Sam explained simply. Jess frowned.

"You aren't like that." She proclaimed.

"I was... two years ago, when we first met." Sam answered.

"Dean isnt nearly as stubborn as you, he'll be an easy nut to crack." Jess pulled Sam on to the bed and straddled his lap. Sam stares up at her his hazle eyes going soft.

"I dont know what I'd do with out you." Sam whispered to her. She smiled sand held his face tenderly in her hands.

"Mmmm, crash and burn." She replied over his. Sam held her close and kissed her letting her know just where he wanted this to go.

"Easy there, Sam." Jess smiled pulling away, Sam groaned loudly, "You need to sleep before I pull out the handcuffs."

"What makes you think after all this time I'll be the one in cuffs?" Sam smirked.

"Maybe living a hunters life has brought out the beast in me." She giggled stripping to her underwear and diving under the covers.

"Damn woman you cant keep teasing me like this." Sam chuckled hugging her closely.

"Go to sleep Sam, you get a good night's sleep and we'll dicuss the cuffing arrangements." Jess sighed getting comfortable in Sam's arms.

Jess awoke in ths middle of the night to Sam having a nightmare. She sat up and saw Dean watching, worry etched into his forehead.

"Should i wake him?" Jess whispered. Dean shrugged helplessly.

"Shhh, its ok Sam." Jess soothed a hand down Sam's arm, the young man calmed slightly and fell back in to a restful sleep. Jess looked up at Dean and shrugged with worry.

"He's a tough kid." Dean nodded settling back down into his bed.

The next morning Sam sat quietly on his and Jess's bed sketching something, while Dean rattled off cases they could work.

"Sacramento man shoots himself in the head three times..." Dean said enthusiastically, only to have Sam remain silent, "any of these things blowing up your skirt pal?"

"Maybe we should take a break for awhile.

"Wait I've seen this." Sam mutteres bolting out of bed and rummaged around for thier dads journal.

"Seen what?" Dean questioned. "What are you doing?"

"Dean, I know where we have to go next." Sam answered.

"Where?"

"Back home... back to Kansas." Sam explained. Dean glanced to Jess awkwardly.

"Ok random... where did that come?" Dean muttered.

"Ok this photo was take in front of the old house, the house mom died in?" Sam asked.

"Yeah..." Dean answered tightly.

"It didnt burn down right? I mean not completely? They rebuilt it, right."

"Yeah i guess so. Why? What the ya talkin bout?" Dean answered getting really lost.

Ok tjis is gonna sound crazy, but i think the people who live in our old house... i think they might be in danger." Sam stated.

"What makes you think that, babe?" Jess questioned.

"Uhh... i just... uhh... look just trust me on this ok."

"Ok... woah woah... trust you?" Dean questioned following Sam as he started packing.

"Yeah."

"Come on man thats weak. You gotta give me more than that." Deans voice raised slightly, getting frustrated with his brother.

"I can't really explain..." Sam mumbled.

"Well tough!" Dean proclaimed. Jess scowled at the older Winchester.

"Watch it Dean." She snapped. Dean glanced at her but ultimately ignored her.

"We arent going any where until you have a better explination than 'trust me." Dean stated firmly. Sam sighed and looked to Jess who still was glaring at Dean.

"I have these nightmares..." Sam started.

"We've noticed..." Dean crossed his arms nodding to Jess.

"...And sometimes... not always... they come true." Sam explained, pocketing his hands, head and shoulders slumping.

"Come again?" Dean almost laughed.

"I believe him." Jess cut in, "we should go to Kansas." She stated.

"Come on, people have wierd ass dreams all thw time. I have a friend who dreamed she worked at KFC with Todd the wraith from Stargate Atlantis." Dean exclaimed.

"Five months ago i didn't believe in monsters. But since you interupte our lives I've questioned everything ive ever believed in! We were attacked by a windingo, ghost water child, plane demons, thee bloody mary, a shapeshifter, and a swarm of fucking nasty killer bugs!" Jess ranted, "dont you think its probable that maybe Sam could be having dream visions." Jess snapped.

"Sam i can't go backthere

"We are going to check on this family in Kansas, Dean." Jess stated firmly. Dean swallowed hard and nodded.

"Ok, I'll go get the car ready." Dean nodded walking out.

"Thank you, Jess." Sam sighes. She smiled and kissed his cheek.

"Tell me about what happened to your mom as we get ready to go. "

Dean leaned heavily on the impala, trying to catch his breath. He pulled out his phone. He psusef over dads name in his contacts then scrold back up to the C's. He dialed the number and waited.

"Ello beastie!" The chippet voice brought a smile to Dean's worried face.

"Hey Cali. It's always good to hear from ya." Dean smiled.

"You sound a bit worried... what's up." She questioned.

"Sam wants to go home..."

"To Stanford? I dont think that's such a good idea. Everyone there thinks they died when the house burnt down." Cali explained urgently.

"No... not stanford... home... Kansas... where mom..."

"Oh...." she interuptsd with comprehension. "I thought you swore you were never going back there."

"I did, but Sam had a nightmere someone dies in the house... so he and Jess out voted me... son of a bitch, i feel like a third wheel with these two..."

"I know what you mean... anyway back to Kansas, huh? When are you guys leaving..."

"As soon as they pack up..." Dean answered, sighing heavily.

"Ok Dean take a deep breath and relax. Everything is gonna be ok." She assured. Dean took a deep breath and nodded.

"Ok, i gotta go." Dean hung up as Sam and Jess walked out of the room.

When they got to Lawrence they found Missouri. Before they knocked the door opened.

"Don't just stand there gaping get on in here." Missouri ordered turning away from them. "close the door Dean, and quit your cussin'." Missouri ordered.

"I didn't say anything." Dean argued, following Missouri into the living room.

"Missouri is a very inept type of psychic from Africa."

"Cali?" Dean questioned. "Wh... what are you doing here? in Kansas?" He asked.

"You called... and you sounded really upset. So I'm here." Jess cooed loudly earning a glare from both Dean and Cali. "...and made apple pie." Cali finished with a smile setting a plate of the warm food in frontof him. Dean eagerly took a bite groaned in apprciation.

"Ok let's talk about the case." Cali smiled. "I'll keep it distracted while you four get the purification bags in the walls..."

"How are you going to keep it distracted." Jess asked.

"Well I..." Cali started glancing at Dean who was sti stuffing his face.

"Leave that part of the plan up to ms. Cali." Missouri stated. "Now when it realizes whats going on things will get ugly."

Cali fought the seemingly invisible foe easily. She shook her head following its movement's.

"I can see you stupid." She smirked.

"What are you." It hissed.

"Im the nightmere to nightmares like you." She replied.

"Your eyes are black as a demons." It hissed circling her.

"A, they arent actually demons per se... and B, I'm WAY worse for you than a demon." She smiled. It remained silent a long moment.

"GRIMM!" It snarled.

"Bingo bitch!" She laughed then grunted as it used its telekinesis to push her back. "Are you guys done yet!" Cali bellowed.

"Just finished." Dean reported.

"It didn't work."Cali grunted.

"It had to of worked!" Missouri proclaimed.

"NO!" Cali exclaimed as Sam and Dean slamed up to the wall. "Leave them alone!" She shouted pushing against the poltrigists telekinesis. Next thing Dean knew thw force on his chest was gone ad Cali chopped the things head off with a long silver triangular shaped blade. She huffed and looked at her companions.

"Damn!" The brothers said at the same time.

"Fat lotta good you twits did." She snorted.

"That it? Its over?" Jess panted. @strangeangel99 @clockworkmorningglory

[buckyscrystalqueen]

Half Blood, Whole Heart: Part 5

Pairings: Jax x Reader, sister Winchester!reader- SOA/SPN Crossover

Warnings: Swearing, fluff. lots of angst, character injury….. John being the typical father of a daughter... IDK... if you’re offended, sorry not really

Word Count: 4,390

A/N: So I decided to repost my novel- the story that someone stole from my old blog and put up on Wattpad. PLEASE don’t be an asshole and steal my stories. It CRUSHED me when it happened and almost ran me off Tumblr.

Half Blood, Whole Heart Masterlist     Aesthetic by @ravenangel33​

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“Maybe he’s giving us the rest of the week off to go to the cabin early.” Jax suggested as he carried you on his back across the parking lot toward the garage. The two of you had been guessing all morning on what Clay had in store for you.

“Yea right. I still vote pay raise.” Jax shook his head as he set you down in front of the office door.

“Time to find out.” He rapped his knuckles on the door twice before swinging it open. You made it two steps into the door before you froze. Frozen on the CCTV monitor was you, Jax, Sam and Dean standing around the open trunk of the Impala with every gun Dean owned on display.

“Didn’t think I’d find out about it?” Clay asked. You couldn’t take your eyes off the heartbroken look on Sam’s face as you took a half step back.

“Clay, this is my fault. I told them…” Jax started and you shook your head and took ahold of his arm and looked at Clay.

“No, this is on me. Sam’s house burned down this weekend and Jess was inside when it happened. That’s where I was this weekend; trying to help out where I could…”

“Jess was inside?!” Gemma gasped. You nodded as a couple tears slipped from your eyes. “Oh honey.” She said as she jumped up from her chair to wrap you in her arms. “Do they know who did it?”

“They have an idea. (Y/N)’s brothers were on their way to Colorado to follow a lead. I told them since Sam had lost everything he had in the fire they could stay for a few hours to rest since they are now family.” Gemma kissed the top of your head and pulled back to look at you.

“I am so sorry, honey.”

“As am I. Jess was a good girl; but that is not why I’ve called the two of you in here.” Clay said. Gemma sat back down in her chair as he pointed to the Impala’s trunk. “The false bottom; who did that?” He inquired as he looked over at you. Your brow furrowed as you wiped your tears away and sniffed.

“Umm… an old family friend designed it for my dad, originally but Dean went back when he got the car and reenforced it.” Clay nodded as he pointed at the chair across the desk. You quickly sat down on Jax’s knee as Gemma handed you a cigarette.

“Becoming the old lady of the VP of the club comes with its perks. You are now privy to a little more detail of what goes on behind closed doors at church. And this…” he said as he gestured to the car “could not have come at a better time for us. We have a shipment of guns coming in Sunday morning. I need something like this to get them to the warehouse.” You nodded slowly as you looked up at the TV screen.

“Do you have cars already that I can use? And what kinda weight are you talkin’?” You asked as you offered Jax your smoke.

“No to the cars and this shipment is little over four dozen unassembled .223 cal Bushmaster AR-15’s.” You whistled in shock at the idea and nodded your head.

“You need two cars for that kinda weight. Put all that in one and you’re driving dead. You need them done by Saturday at the latest.” You said, thinking out loud and Clay nodded. You shrugged. “Well, since you don’t have cars already, that same old family friend who made that box owns a scrap yard and auto shop in South Dakota. Cash only and it’s far enough away that they couldn't be traced between you and him. He’d help me out; guy is like a second father to me.”

“Take Juice with you with the flat bed and get on the road.” Jax nodded and pat your thigh and you hopped up. After quick goodbyes to Gemma, the two of you left the office and headed for the dorms.

“So much for the cabin this weekend.” Jax said. You blanched and looked over at him.

“Cabin…? Baby, what the hell just happened?” You asked with a laugh. He smirked and looked at you as he held the club door open for you.

“Perks of being my old lady.” You heard someone give a weak, half drunken cheer and you laughed as you headed for your room.

“Yea, well if my dad finds out about this he’s gunna kill me.”

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“Well I’ll be damned. If it isn’t my sweet little, (Y/N).” Bobby said as you stood on his porch late the next afternoon. You tilted your head and smiled at him as you shoved your hands in your back pockets; suddenly grateful that it was cold enough in South Dakota in October to be able to wear a hoodie to cover your ink.

“Hey, Bobby… sorry for just showing up. I would have called but I couldn’t get ahold of Dean to get your new numbers.”

“You never have to call to come here. Fact, I wish you and your idjit brothers would come around more often.” He held open the screen door for you and you smiled as you and Jax headed inside. “So to what do I owe the visit?” He asked as you headed into the living room. You sighed contently as you looked around the very familiar house.

“New job. I got out little over a year ago and got a job at a shop in Charming, California. Fell in love with this fool here.” You said as you gestured to Jax. “Bobby, I’d like you to meet Jax Teller. Babe, this is Bobby Singer; the man who taught my dad how to hunt, our occasional babysitter growin’ up, and my other dad.” The two men shook hands before the three of you sat down. You bit back a smile as Bobby’s eyes darted over the patches on the front of Jax’s kutte. After a moment, he looked back over at you.

“I heard from John you just up and ran away.” Bobby said as his brow furrowed. You leaned forward and shook your head.

“Bobby, you knew as well as I did I wasn’t cut out for this shit. I am nothing like dad and the boys. I had an out and I took it. Did I go about it poorly? Yea, maybe but I did what I needed to and it turned out to be one of the best decisions I could have made for myself.” The older man nodded slowly as he pursed his lips.

“He hasn’t talked to you since, has he?” You shook your head.

“Dean didn’t until Friday either. Dad won’t talk to me or Sammy anymore and now we can’t find him. Dean and him hunted together for a while but he took a woman in white case in Jericho a few weeks back that the three of us had to finish and he’s been gone ever since. His phone is shut off and everything.”

“He’s chasin’ the thing that got Mary…”

“The one that got Sam’s girlfriend same way.” You said over him and Bobby blanched.

“Balls. How’s Sam?” You shook your head slowly as Jax put his hand on your lower back.

“Not good. He’s on a war path; dropped out and blew off an interview for law school. I haven’t heard from him yet today but I know dad sent them to Colorado for a case.” You watched Bobby’s eyes dart almost questioningly toward Jax and you put a hand on his knee. “He knows. He got the whole life story the other night. I trust him.”

“My guess is it’s a wendigo.” He said as he got up and headed into the kitchen. Your brow furrowed.

“A wendigo this far west?” He nodded as he brought back three beers. “That’s unheard of.” Bobby shrugged as he flopped back down in his chair, sending little wisps of dust into the air.

“Yea, well it’s my guess.” You took a sip of your beer and looked down at the bottle with a small shake of your head.

“Have you heard from my dad?” Bobby stayed quiet for a moment and you looked up at him.

“He’s safe. I… uhh… I talked to the idjit couple days ago.” You sighed and shook your head as hurt and anger coursed through your veins.

“So he can call you but he can’t be bothered to call his kids. Typical John fucking Winchester right there.”

“Awe, c’mon, (Y/N). You know it’s not like that.” You huffed and leaned back against the couch.

“Unfortunately Bobby, it is like that. It’s been like that my whole life and you know it. Mary’s killer then his kids.” You took a swig of your beer as Bobby shook his head but before he could say anything else, you sat back up and got to business. “Look, it doesn’t matter. He wrote me off last year. I ain’t losing any sleep at night over it anymore, but talking about my dad’s poor parenting choices isn’t why we came up here. I actually need your help with some cars.” Bobby laughed and gestured toward the window behind you.

“Car’s I got. What do you need ‘em for?” You bobbed your head to the side.

“Better you don’t ask questions.” You watched him take a deep breath and you once again cut him off before he could say anything. “I need two, drivable cars and I need to get false bottoms in them and get them back to Charming by Saturday. Figured we could use the plans you had for the Impala, use what we can from the lot here and we’ll pay cash for anything we take.”

“Girl, what are you getting yourself into?” You gave him a weak smile and shook your head.

“Nothing I can’t handle. I’m just a mechanic that works in a shop with an odd request from her boss.” Bobby looked at you and you could see a slight look of sadness and disappointment in his eyes before he turned to Jax.

“You get this girl in trouble and you answer to me, boy; we clear?”

“Yes sir, but you don’t need to worry. She’ll always be protected.” Bobby glared at him for a moment before shaking his head and turning back to you.

“Alright, take what you need. You know your way around the yard.” You smiled and stood up to give him a hug.

“Thanks Bobby. You’re the best.”

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“Juice, hand me that torch.” You said as you tossed the last section of fabric out of the trunk of the Ford Aspire you were working on the next afternoon.

“What, you gunna catch this place on fire?” He teased as he handed it over to you. You glanced up at him as you pulled off the flannel you were wearing and tossed it at your friend as you sparked the torch up.

“I’m gunna torch you if you don’t get your ass to work helpin’.” He laughed as you started cutting slots in the bottom to add support beams for the weight of the guns.

“I am helping. I’m making sure you and Jax stay on target.”

“You better listen to my old lady and get to work.” Jax called out from under a Dodge Spirit he had found. Juice let out a little cheer and you smiled as you cut the torch off. You grabbed the rubber mallet and knocked out the pieces you cut and grabbed your first support beam.

“Still like the sound of that.” You called out as you laid the beam across the floor of the trunk.

“Did I not raise you better than that?” The sound of your dad’s voice made your blood run colder then the cool air that was blowing through the open doors. You stood up straight and walked around the back of the car to see your dad standing at the opening of the garage.

“Dad? What are you…?”

“No, better question is what are you doing?” He demanded. “I get a call from Bobby yesterday saying my little girl shows up on the back of a motorcycle with some punk asking about cars with false bottoms.”

“Dad stop.” You said as you headed toward him. You saw Jax sliding out from under the car he was tuning up and you started to pray that there wouldn’t be a fight. John shook his head.

“No, you stop. I gave you a good life and you throw it away for some guy you don’t even know.”

“She has a good life now with me and my family.” Jax jumped in and you side stepped between him and your dad.

“Stay out of this boy. This is between me and my daughter.”

“A daughter you stopped talking to a over year ago because she made the choice not to bounce from motel to motel with you to fight a fight that wasn’t hers anymore.”

“Jax, stop. I got this.” You tried as you put your hand on his chest. He shook his head as he gently grabbed your wrist.

“Who the hell do you think you are?”

“Dad, will you please, just stop for a second.” You begged but John simply ignored you.

“I’m the man who has been taking care of her for the last year when you refused to talk to her because she didn’t agree with your lifestyle.”

“Oh, because hunting is so much worse than being in a fucking biker gang!”

“Juice, get him out of here!” You shouted over the men. Juice came running and shoved Jax toward the lot as you tried to push your father away from the man you loved.

“What the hell are you thinking, (Y/N)?” John shouted as his eyes followed the two men into the yard. “How could you think that that is a better life choice for you?”

“How could I not?!” You screamed back as you took a step back. “Dad, I spent my whole life traveling across the US, living in fucking motels, bouncing from school to school with almost no parental supervision or friends for that mater. I mean for Christ’s sake Dean raised me; not you! Then when I started hunting with you, I got arrested at least once a month, I committed felonies every single day and I broke more laws then I care to even think about. With Jax? I have a steady job as a mechanic that pays really good money, I don’t get arrested, I don’t break the law, I have the same roof over my head every night… tell me how being with him is so much worse.” He stayed quiet for only a moment as his eyes fell from yours… and straight onto Jax’s name tattoo across your heart. You watched his rage flare in his eyes as he glared at you.

“You let him BRAND YOU!” He roared. You didn’t even have time to stop him as he stormed around you toward Jax. You spun around as John stalked up to him.

Your stomach turned as your dad got a halfway decent punch in. As Jax pulled back to swing, you finally reacted. You ran into the garage to where Jax had tossed his kutte and pulled the gun he always carried out of the pocket. You sprinted out into the yard, pointed the gun away from the house and the men and fired.

“ENOUGH!” You screamed as you stormed toward the men who had found themselves on the ground in a mess of blood and limbs. You aimed the gun at both of them and scowled. “Jackson, walk it off.” Your boyfriend shoved away from your dad and headed into the garage with Juice on his heels. You kept the gun pointed at your dad and you shook your head at him.

“How can you sit there and ask me if you raised me better than being called someones old lady when you have been avoiding your kids for years and you just beat the shit out of my boyfriend because I choose to get a tattoo? I’m 23 now, dad. You don’t get to make my choices for me anymore and I choose the life I’ve made for myself.” You lowered the gun and headed back into the garage. “We need to get these cars done, guys. No more fucking around.” You put the gun down on the tool box next to the Aspire and forced yourself to go back to work. After a moment, Jax came over and pulled you out of the trunk and into his arms.

“Babe, I’m sorry.” He said and you shook your head and sighed.

“You shouldn’t have let him get to you. That’s not your fight, baby.”

“Yea but I don’t want him talking to you like that.” You looked up at him and gave him a small shrug.

“He’s my dad.”

“Still doesn’t give him the right to talk to you like that.” You gave him a chaste kiss and smiled.

“That’s John Winchester. I can tell you right now, he’s not done. I bet he’s up at the house, stomping around and licking his wounds. Bobby will calm him down the way Dean was always able to and just like he used to, he will see the logic he can’t see when he is mad. I learned that about him when he used to fight with Sam.” You reached up and gently brushed your thumb across a bruise that was just starting to appear on his jaw and you shook your head. “I can’t believe you punched my dad and my brother the first time you met both of them.” He smiled and shrugged.

“Yea well in my defense, your dad swung first.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~

“So what do we have left to do to get these on the road tomorrow morning?” Jax asked softly as the two of you sat on Bobby’s porch late that night. You exhaled your cigarette smoke and glanced over your shoulder at the front door.

“All I gotta do inside is put on the top of the box in the Spirit and reinstall the lining in both trunks; two hours max. Can you to check the breaks on the Aspire for me though? I didn’t like the way it was breaking with all the tools in the back.”

“What was it doing?” He asked as you took a drag of your cigarette.

“Takin’ it’s sweet ass time. Felt like I was trying to break through sand so I’m missing something somewhere and could use a fresh pair of eyes.” He nodded as the screen door squeaked open. You both turned around to look at John who had been avoiding both of you for the past 24 hours.

“You’re smoking again?” He asked harshly as he took a seat in an old chair by the front door. You scooted over to lean back against the banister and nodded. He gestured to Jax. “He know?”

“Yes sir.” He sighed and ran his hand over his face, leaned forward and shook his head.

“(Y/N), I know you think I treat you differently than your brothers but I need you to know that’s not the case. It’s just… you’re my little girl. I never wanted this life for any of you kids, especially you but I didn’t have another choice. I had to go after…”

“I know daddy.” You interrupted.

“No, honey, you don’t. It’s not a spirit.” You sat up a little straighter and turned toward him.

“You know what killed Mary and Jess?” He nodded slowly.

“You cannot tell your brothers you know this yet; you understand me?” You nodded. “It’s a demon… and it wants Sam.”

“What?! Why does it want Sam?” John shook his head and shrugged.

“Haven’t got a clue but I’m closing in on it quickly. I know how to kill it and it knows it.” He looked over at Jax for a moment before he looked back at you. “You listen to me… if you are choosing to be out, you stay out of this. This is one nasty son of a bitch. I fought for years to keep you out of this life as best I could by leaving you behind. Figured it was the only way to keep you safe, so if being with… this guy…”

“Jax.” You watched him inhale slightly to fight off any anger and he gave you a half nod.

“If being with Jax is what you want to do, you don’t get involved with hunts. Period. If we need you; I will call you and only as a last resort. Otherwise, you stay hidden.” You nodded and took a drag of your cigarette as John stood up. “I do love you, (Y/N) and I did the best I could with you and your brothers.” He leaned down and kissed the top of your head before walking past you down the steps to his truck. You spun around on the porch as he opened the truck door.

“Hey dad?” He paused and looked over at you. “Call the boys. They are really worried about you.” He nodded and pointed at Jax.

“You take care of my little girl, son.” Jax nodded as John got into his truck.

“Love you.” You called out as he was about to close the door. You could see his smile by the lights in the cab and he bobbed his head in agreement.

“I love you too, sweetheart.” You leaned against Jax’s shoulder as John started his truck. As he pulled out of the driveway, you waved goodbye and sent a little thanks to who ever allowed you to have a little closure on the family business chapter of your life.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Cars look good, (Y/N)” Clay says as you gave him a quick tour of the storage boxes that lined the trunk and under the back seats of the two cars. You beamed as you shoved the back seat of the Spirit back in place.

“Thanks. Jax and Juice were both a lot of help.” He nodded as you closed the back door and he turned around to talk to Tig and Chibs about the run. You looked at your boyfriend and shrugged. “Guess that was my thanks?” You asked softly and he chuckled and nodded.

“Best you’re gunna get.” The guys started heading to their bikes and you sighed.

“Be safe, come home to me.”

“Always darlin’.” He said as he cupped your cheeks and gave you a kiss. “Enjoy catching up on sleep without me.”

“Yea right. I sleep like shit when your gone.” He gave you a chaste kiss before forcing himself away from you. “Love you!” You called out. He spun around and smiled at you as he cupped his hands around his mouth.

“I love my old lady!” He shouted over the buzz of the engines and your laugh was lost in a handful of cheers. He blew you a kiss as he got on his bike and you waved as the group pulled out of the compound. You headed inside to your room with the full intention of cleaning up and starting some laundry for the week but the comfort of your bed was too much and you did take a nap.

——

A sharp knocking on your door woke you up and you rolled over with a groan.

“Yea?” You called out groggily. You blinked a few times to let your eyes adjust to the light as Gemma came into the room. “Hey mom, what’s…” as your vision finally focused, you could see tears falling down her cheeks. You sat up quickly and shook your head.

“Honey, it’s Jax…” You jumped out of bed and grabbed your boots.

“Where is he?” You demanded as you fought to function through your panic.

“St. Thomas.” You jumped up and grabbed your phone, keys and helmet and walked past her.

“I’ll meet you there.” You could hear her crying as you raced out of the club. Every step you took felt like you were running through quicksand. You shook your head; forcing yourself not to cry as you began a repetitive chant of ‘he’s fine’ in your head.

You sped out of the compound and down the cracked pavement; pushing your bike to the limit and breaking traffic laws left and right. The short trip felt like it took hours until you were finally pulling into the hospital parking lot and parking next to the motorcycles. As you were pulling off your helmet, you heard someone shout your name.

“What the fuck happened?” You shouted as you stormed over to Chibs, who was out front smoking. He shook his head.

“Mayan ambush on the caravan. We split the party ta keep ‘em off the cars. ‘e took a couple ‘its. It…” He trailed off and you shook your head.

“Where was he hit?”

“‘e took two ta the left side in ‘is vest an’ one ta the left leg… but it clipped ‘is femoral artery.” Your breath caught in your lungs and you took a step back as your whole world seemed to cave in on you. You grabbed your friend’s arm as your knees gave out.

“No… no, no, no…” You said as you sank down to the ground. Tears started pouring down your cheeks as you tucked your knees up to your chest.

“‘e’s in surgery now. Did the best I could ta stop the bleeding.” He said; his words far away despite the fact that he was now sitting next to you. After a few minutes, he offered you a lit cigarette.

“You think he’ll make it?” You whispered, not really wanting to know the answer.

“Aye. ‘e’s a strong lad, ‘e’ll make it.” Chibs said. You didn’t know how long you sat there before Clay and Gemma show up. You linked arms with Gemma and the two of you headed inside to wait for news. Time seemed to stand still and with every passing minute, it got a little harder for you to convince yourself he was going to be OK.

Part 6

[thatbluegibson]

CH 14

“I don’t know, man,” Taylor shook his head and leaned onto the table in front of him. “I was cool with it before you starting talking about, like, hanging out with her and shit. Pretty sure that’s how Yoko rolled onto the scene, you know? Then before you know it she’s at every gig, every recording session and has… opinions.”

Dave eyed him over the rim of his glass, taking a long drink of beer. “You’re the one that ran through Silva’s party screaming like you were on fire because I was missing her little jam session,” Dave reminded him.

“Yeah, she’s a fucking kickass drummer, but that’s what I mean about opinions. You really want her at the board with James, telling him what would ‘sound best’?” Taylor threw up some finger quotes and slumped back in his chair.

Dave made a face, “That doesn’t seem like something she would do.”

“Okay, besides that, she seems nice enough, but the whole Depp thing throws me,” Taylor added, picking at the label on his bottle.

Dave set his glass on the table while considering Taylor’s words. “I’m inviting her Thursday night,” he said.

Taylor visibly cringed, “Never bring a fucking party chick to a gig, dude! You know that!”

“I didn’t fuck her, Hawkins!” Dave insisted, but Taylor only shook his head.

“But you’re trying to! It’s gonna get messy, man. I can feel it. I’m a neutral party and I can feel it,” Taylor moaned.

Taylor’s wife appeared on the patio with a bowl of chips and salsa and set it between Dave and Taylor.

“Tell him he’s thinking with his dick, Ally,” Taylor coaxed his wife.

Ally looked between the two. “Who are we talking about?” she asked.

“Liz Colbert,” Dave said quietly, still glaring at Taylor.

“Oh, I hear she’s really nice!” Ally said excitedly. “The girls would just die if they met her. Work on that, will ya, Dave?” she called over her shoulder as she headed back into the house.

“Thanks, sweetie!” Taylor yelled sarcastically. “Always a big help.” He stared at Dave for a long moment. “I’m just saying, man. You’ve known her for less than 24 hours. Give it at least a couple days, ideally a month,” he said softly.

Dave finally looked up at Taylor. “Yeah.”

*

Liz poked at the tiny chunk of fish on her plate and quietly sighed. She could barely see what she was eating due to the restaurant’s insistence on only using candle light for ambiance. Feeling a light tap on her arm, she looked up.

“You seem distracted,” Johnny said, eyeing her closely. “Everything okay?”

Liz nodded and grabbed her wine glass off the table. “Just tired. Yesterday was a long day,” she muttered and leaned into the back of her chair.

The studio executives and business managers around them were all ensconced in their own conversations, effectively ignoring Liz and Johnny who were there only as a matter of protocol.

“And how is dear David?” Johnny asked, staring down into his wine glass.

“I have no idea,” Liz shrugged. She realized she really didn’t know and she was still trying to wrap her brain around their kiss earlier.

“Seems to be his signature move,” Johnny sneered, swirling his wine around a bit.

Liz only raised an eyebrow at him.

“He has quite the track record of using the rock star angle to seduce pretty young brunettes for one night only then pretending it never happened,” he explained.

Liz’s thoughts went back to what Dave told her upstairs at the party. “And what could be said about your track record?” she shot back, annoyed that he would drag Dave like that. She had known Dave less than 24 hours and he already treated her more like a person than Johnny ever did. 

Johnny coldly stared at her a moment before turning his back and speaking to the men next to him. Effectively dismissed, Liz discreetly checked her phone. 8:15 turned over to 8:16 and Liz took another sip of wine. She hated wine. She thought of her kids, who were probably just getting out of the bath and into their footie pajamas. Liz’s mom and dad would read them a story, most likely one about trains or trucks or racecars and then tuck them neatly into their beds with kisses and hugs. Liz felt her heart constrict and her throat tighten. She desperately missed them, even more so after calling them in the car on the way to this asinine dinner. Owen was learning new words every day and Jack was intent on learning all about black holes. She traced her finger over Owen’s chubby face on her background screen when a text popped up.

8pm, Thursday night at the Roxy. You down?

Liz sat forward a little more, setting her wine back down and tapped on the notification. Her hand flew to her mouth to stifle a laugh when the text app popped up, revealing that Dave had saved his name as “Uno Champion x3” in her phone. She quickly typed out a reply.

Could we move it up to now? This dinner is painful.

She flipped her phone to vibrate just as the man next to her asked about her Oscar nomination. She explained that was up for Best Actress in a Drama for portraying a first lady in a political period piece and that, yes, she had a degree in political science. She and Johnny had just signed on to star in an English period piece that was expedited to ride the coattails of her Oscar nomination and their subsequent Disney fame. She rushed the man along when she felt her phone vibrate against her knee. When she finally had a moment, she checked the screen.

You want me to come down there and fuck shit up?

Liz looked around to make sure no one was watching her smiling like a lunatic at her phone. Yes, please.

Go put on that dress you wore at the Grammy’s, they’ll all be dead with one look.

Liz gasped and quickly downed the rest of the wine in her glass, causing Johnny to turn back to her.

“Are you all right?” he asked, concerned at her pale face.

“Fine, just warm,” she muttered, fanning herself. She felt her phone buzz again and waited for Johnny to turn back around before checking it.

Dave had sent her a red carpet photo of her at the Grammy’s and added Can we blame my “broodiness” on this? Cause I couldn’t fucking breathe looking at you.

Liz realized she was shaking a little and couldn’t wipe the smile from her face. She looked up and around for their waiter, who hurried over to her.

“More wine, miss?” he asked, holding up a fresh bottle of red.

“Please,” Liz whispered, and then cleared her throat. “Please.”

She took a long swig, earning a surprised look from the poor waiter before setting it on the table and standing. The rest of the men at the table suddenly took notice of her and stood as well, but she waved them down. Johnny laid his hand on the small of her back and leaned close to her.

“What’s wrong?” his voice was urgent as he searched her face.

“I just need some air,” Liz lied, stepping past him.

She hurried to the back of the dark restaurant and into the ladies room. Setting her phone on the counter, she leaned forward and let out a long breath. She thought for a moment before picking the phone back up.

Then it’s a good thing you came to see the real me at 6 this morning She held her breath and hit send. Looking up into the mirror, she laughed at her pale reflection. You’re acting like a fourteen year old, she thought to herself. Though fourteen year old me had a crush on Dave Grohl, too, she remembered with a half smile. Her phone buzzed, tearing her from her thoughts.

That look was even more killer than the dress, Liz

Goddamnit, Liz thought. I’m fucking doomed.

Gives me great idea for what to wear on Thursday she tapped out.

Nothing?

Liz laughed a little at his risky text and sent, It’s a tie between my senior prom dress from the early 00’s or my best cookie monster costume.

Do I get a vote?

Absolutely not. I’ll see you Thursday. Liz threw her phone back in her purse and took a few deep breaths before rushing back to her table. Where Johnny stood and pulled her chair out for her.

“Better?” he asked, still suspicious of the way she was acting.

“Yup, thanks,” she said, sitting down.

*

Dave sat on his patio overlooking the San Fernando Valley. He weaved his fingers behind his head and leaned back, balancing his phone on his knee. The house behind him was dark and quiet, the only sounds coming from the pool pump and a moth bouncing itself off a landscape light. He focused on his own breathing and tried to get his mind off Liz for one goddamn moment. His phone chimed and he snatched it off his knee.

Absolutely not. I’ll see you Thursday

He felt a slow grin spread across his face before standing up and walking inside. 

[peterpparkrr]

(Veronica x Reader): It’s a Quintessential Rite of Passage

Summary: The Drive In is closing and everyone is going, it’s a rite of passage to go with a date after all. Reader has a crush on Veronica and is trying to figure out how to make it a date and admit her feelings.

Word Count: 2716

Warnings: (Kissing I guess)

Author’s Note: This gets a little bit rambly in the readers thoughts but I figured that’s pretty on brand for the character but it is a little hard to read (apologies for any spelling/grammar mistakes)

You were sitting in your booth at Pop’s with the rest of the gang, minus Archie, you were squeezed in on one side of the booth by Jughead and Betty, Kevin and Veronica were across the table from you. You’d been picking at your fries as Jughead angrily ate most of them while complaining about how the drive-in was closing. Everyone else was listening quietly, no one really cared as much as Jughead, but all of you were trying to be supportive. 

“The Drive-In’s closing is just one more nail in the coffin that is Riverdale, in the coffin of the American Dream.” Jughead stammered, “As the godfather of indie cinema, Quentin Tarantino, likes to say-”

Kevin finally interrupted, “Please, God, no more Quentin Tarantino references.” He begged, causing you to look up at him with a grin, trying not to laugh.

“What? I’m pissed.” Jughead replied angrily, “And not just about losing my job. The Twilight Drive-In should mean something to us. People should be trying to save it.”

“In this age of Netflix and VOD, do people really want to watch a movie in a car? I mean, who even goes there?” Veronica asked.

“People who want to buy crack.” Kevin answers.

“And cinephiles, and car enthusiasts,” Jughead retorts, “right Bets?” He adds, turning to Betty.

Betty looked up, she obviously wasn't listening, “Huh?” She asked, confused before realizing that she needed to answer, “Totally.”

Kevin rolled his eyes and you had to continue to hold in laughter.

“Anyway,” Jughead interjected, ignoring the fact that Betty isn’t really listening, “it’s closing because the town owns it, but didn’t invest in it. So when an anonymous buyer..”  

Veronica looks over at you, smirking slightly as Jughead continues his rant, making a face in effort to make you laugh.

“Also, you guys should all come to closing night.” Jughead says, looking around the table, “I’m thinking American Graffiti, or that too obvious?” he asked.

“I vote for anything starring Audrey Hepburn, or Cate Blanchett,” Veronica replied, which snapped out out of your own thoughts, you love Cate Blanchett, especially in Carol.

“Or the talented Mr. Ripley,” Kevin adds.

Veronica rolls her eyes before glancing over at you again, “What about you (Y/N)?”

“I don’t know,” You said with a shrug. You would never tell Jughead this, but you were surprised the Drive-In hadn’t closed sooner.

“Betty, your choices?” Kevin asked, snapping Betty out of he daydream again.

“Um…” She stalled, you looked over at her, concerned.

“Are you okay Betty?” You asked, furrowing your brow and glancing over at Veronica and Kevin, trying to figure out if they knew what was up.

“Yeah, I’m just thinking,” She replied, dismissing you, “Maybe Rebel Without a Cause?” She offered, causing Jughead to breakout into a grin as they both snickered.

You heard the bell above the door jangle, you turned around and were surprised to see Archie with his dad and Ms. Grundy. You’d sat in when Betty and Jughead interviewed Dilton Doiley and he told them that he’d seen Ms. Grundy’s car. You had your own suspicion that Archie and Grundy had probably been together at the river on the 4th of July and probably were… y’know...together.

“Wait. What’s happening?” Kevin asked confused as Betty got up to walk over to their table while both you and Jughead tried to get her to stay, knowing that she was going to try and confront Archie.

“What’s happening out there? Do we know? Is it about me?” Veronica asked as Betty and Archie walk outside.

“I have a strong inkling, and no.” Jughead replies, his ever mysterious and cryptic self, “Also, I’d let it go.” He adds, seeing the look on her face.

You nod in agreement, “I wouldn’t get involved, Veronica.” You tell her with a shrug.

“Yes, but you’re you, and I’m me. You do you, girl, I’ll be back.” Veronica replies, giving Jughead a killer look, and you one that’s almost apologetic, before getting up and following Betty and Archie outside.

Jughead slid down in his seat and rolled his eyes, making you laugh slightly, before realizing that might be a bit insensitive and trying to cover it up the best you could with a cough.

“What was it like before she go here?” Kevin asked the two of you in a slightly stunned tone as he watched Veronica walk out ,“I honestly don’t remember.”

You laughed slightly, “Neither can I.” You tell him, shaking your head before punching Jughead sharply, “Stop talking my fries.” You tell him as he sheepishly shrugs, his mouth full of them.

You watched the trio from the window, obviously something was going on, you couldn’t quite see their faces, but you could tell it was something bad, they were arguing and before you knew it Betty got into her mom’s car and they drove off.

Veronica and Archie came back inside after a few minutes and Archie waved to us awkwardly before going back to where his dad and Ms. Grundy were sitting.

“What happened?” You asked Veronica, the moment that she sat back down, Kevin nodded his head eagerly in agreement with you.

“Nothing important,” She said dismissively, you could tell she was lying, but you knew better than to push her, you already had your suspicions so you just sat back in the booth and you all sat in silence for a minute before Kevin cleared his throat.

“Well, I gotta get home,” He said awkwardly.

“Me too,” Veronica replied, getting up, “(Y/N)?” She asked.

“What?” You replied, confused, “Oh! Right, sorry, I forgot I was you guys driving you home.” You replied, blushing slightly, “Do you need a ride, Jug?” You asked as he stood up to let you out of the booth.

“No, I’m going to stay and write,” He replied, sitting back down once you were out.

“Well, I guess you can have my leftover fries.” You told him as you walked out the door and out to your car.

You drove Kevin and Veronica home, absentmindedly talking about school and work.

“It’s like this, quintessential rite of passage, making out with your boyfriend or girlfriend at the movies.” Kevin explained while you sat on one of the couches in lounge next to Veronica.

“Why don’t we all go together?” Veronica asked, “I can’t promise you any action, Kevin, but maybe we’ll bring you good luck.”

You was about to say something when Cheryl walked in.

“Veronica, it’s so devastating to me that you mother had to sink to such unspeakable lows just to keep those knockoff Hermes bags on your arm. What’s next, selling her hair extensions?” Cheryl started, making you more upset than you would have expected, what right does Cheryl have to talk to Veronica that way?

Veronica just rolled her eyes as your hands tightened into fists in your lap. “My mom’s a waitress, Cheryl, not Fantine.” Veronica replied, “And your faux concern reeks of ulterior motive, what is it?”

“Only to remind you of your place at this school, nay, the town’s social hierarchy.” Cheryl spat back.

“Threatened much? Don’t worry. You may be a stock character from a ‘90s teen movie, but I’m not. And what does any of this have to do with my mom being a waitress?” Veronica asked.

“It’s just that I saw her talking to a southside serpent last night, in the alley behind Pop’s.” Cheryl explain, causing you to glance over at Kevin, who raises his eyebrows in response, “They were having an extremely heated, intimate discussion. See for yourself.” She said as she pulled up a photo on her phone.

You and Kevin got up to look at it, once you have Cheryl just smirks and sashays out of the room.

Once she’s gone Veronica turns around to face you, “Who or what is a Southside Serpent?”

You and Kevin share a nervous glance, “They’re this gang of bikers who pretty much stay on the south side of town.” He tells her.

“And thank God, ‘cause they’re sort of dangerous. Drug dealers and petty thieves.” You add.

“Then what was my mom doing with one of them?” Veronica asks, crossing her arms over her chest.

You and Kevin make eye contact again, sharing another look, unsure of what to tell her. All that you know is that there is no good reason to talk to a Serpent.

She shakes her head dismissively when neither of us answer, “Well, class is going to start. Bye Kevin. Bye (Y/N).” She says before walking out of the room.

You slump back down on the couch, “I don’t want to get all sleuth-y, but it’s definitely not a good thing for Veronica’s mom to be talking to a Serpent, right?” You ask Kevin, who sits down on the couch next to you.

Kevin shrugs in response, “I don’t know, (Y/N), but I don’t think you should be the one to figure that out, Veronica should do that herself, don’t you think?”

You nod, “I just- I hate seeing her like that, you know? I just want to help her.”

Kevin smirked ever so slightly as he nods.

“What?” You ask, somewhat defensively.

“You really like her, don’t you?” He replies, grinning even more, causing you to blush profusely, “Oh my God! You totally do! Why didn’t you ask her to go to the Drive-In with you?”

“Several reasons,” You reply, crossing your arms over your chest, “First of all, I was going to ask her, you messed that up when you started complaining about how you didn’t have anyone to go with and she felt so bad that now we’re all going as friends. Second of all, I don’t know if she’s...into girls. Third of all, what if she doesn’t like me.”

“Of course she likes you!” Kevin tells you, “She’s always looking at you, laughing at your terrible jokes, and putting up with you more than the rest of us ever could.”

“Are you sure? I mean- Should I talk to her? Ask her out?” You ask him, suddenly getting very nervous. You’d always thought about asking her out, but you never considered it being an actual option.

“(Y/N)...” Kevin replies, shaking his head, “I don’t know, it’s up to you. You know she kissed Betty at Vixen tryouts, right?”

“Seriously?” You ask, trying to figure out what that means, “Kev, you’re the only person I’ve come out to other than my parents, do you think I should do it? What if she tells people?”

“What if she tells people because you’re together? You shouldn’t worry about what other people might think, most people are fine with it here.” Kevin tells you, and you nod.

“I think I’ll talk to her about it at the Drive-In, that way we can all still go together, Okay?”

“Okay (Y/N),” He says as you pack up your stuff and stand up to leave, “By the way,” He adds, “I think she’ll say yes.”

“Kevin is going to pick me up to go to the Drive-In,” You tell your parents as they make dinner for themselves a few days later, “I’m going with him.” You leave Veronica out of the equation, anytime you do anything with a girl, even if it’s just Betty, they ask if you’re dating them or want to date them.

“Honey, isn’t there a nice gay girl at school you could take?” Your mom asks, “we’d let you take the car.”

“Mom, I am the nice gay girl. The only other member of GSA is Kevin, that’s why I’m going with him.”

“Okay (Y/N), don’t stay out too late, and make sure Kevin keeps his hands to himself.” You dad jokes, causing you to roll your eyes but smile as you phone buzzes.

“Kevin’s outside, see you later,” You say as you give your mom a quick hug before grabbing your bag and heading out the door.

You hop in the passenger seat, “Ready to suffer through Rebel Without a Cause?” You ask him as he pulls away from your house and starts heading towards Veronica’s.

“I still can’t believe he chose Betty’s suggestion,” He scoffs as he pulls up in front of Veronica’s house, “I mean, imagine if he had taken Veronica’s suggestions. Oh my God! What if he’d played Carol, that would be so cute and then you could totally hit on Ver-”

He stopped mid sentence as the door to the pick-up opened up and Veronica’s head popped in, “Hey,” She says as she climbs into the back seat, “What are you guys talking about?”

“Nothing!” You reply a little too quickly, earning yourself an eye roll from Kevin, “Just um… talking about movies that would be better than Rebel Without a Cause. We just think it’s a bit boring.” You add, trying to salvage the conversation.

“Yeah,” Veronica replies, “I think that Rebel is a good movie, I just wish Jughead had picked something like Carol. You know, Cate Blanchett and all that.”

The moment she says Carol you get beet red and Kevin has to keep his eyes on the road to keep himself from laughing.

“Yeah...that would have been a good choice.” You reply, trying to remain calm.

“Well, I think something more like Brokeback Mountain would be good,” Kevin adds.

You somehow spend the ride to the drive-in talking about LGBT movies and trying not to freak out, there’s no way that Veronica would know about all these movies if she wasn’t attracted to girls, Right? I mean, you discuss everything from Blue is the Warmest Color to Moonlight. The only reason you’ve seen most of these movies is that your parents bought a bunch after you came out, or, you watched them with Kevin after you admitted you’d never seen movies like But I’m a Cheerleader or watched The L word.

You felt thoroughly convinced that Veronica was less than straight when Kevin pulled into a spot at the Drive-In.

“I thought that we could sit in the hatchback, I brought blankets.” He tells you and Veronica, “Could you guys grab all of the blankets and stuff and set them up? I’m going to go get some snacks.” He tells us both, winking at you before walking away.

“Ronnie?” You finally say, your voice cracking slightly as you rearrange the blankets in the back of Kevin’s truck, “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure, what’s up?” She replied, glancing at you, more curious than anything else.

“I’m not really sure how to say this, but… Are you-Do you- Would you-”

“(Y/N), Do you want to go out sometime?” Veronica asks, cutting you off, looking you dead in the eyes.

You look at her for a moment, processing what she just said as you blush (again), “Um, yeah, th-that would be great,” you respond, smiling as you nervously run a hand through your hair.

“Awesome, we can make plans later,” She says as she climbs into the hatchback and sits down,  “sit next to me?” She asks, patting the spot next to her.

“Yes.” You say definitively as you scramble in after her and sit down next to her, nervously putting your arm around her shoulders, “Is this okay?” You ask her nervously.

“Yup,” She says, turning to look at your face, “This is definitely okay.”

“Good,” You say as you lean in, softly kissing her on the lips.

“Good news, I’ve got enough popcorn for like fifty people-Oh!” Kevin says as he walks around the truck and sees you two, “My bad!”

You quickly break away from Veronica, blushing slightly as you look down at your lap.

“Don’t worry about it,” Veronica says with a lighthearted laugh, “Come one, get settled in with us.” She tells him.

“Alright,” He says, handing you the food as he hops in, sitting down next to you, “Didn’t take you long at all, did it.” He says jokingly, causing you to poke him aggressively in the stomach.

“You know that means that now we’re going to try setting you up with someone, right?” You respond, fully prepared to get him back.

“If you find someone, I’m more than okay with that.” He responds jokingly as you all settled in for the movie.

[verytamenow]

1-155

1:Name - Zoe

2:Age - 24

3:3 Fears - Spiders, Heights, Death (lowkey)

4:3 things I love - The sound of a rain storm, Being able to sleep in, Chocolate

5:4 turns on - Confidence, Cuddling, Kindness, Intelligence

6:4 turns off - Cruelty, Bigotry, Rudeness, Unwillingness to listen

7:My best friend - I don’t think I have one.

8:Sexual orientation - Really really really fucking gay

9:My best first date - Haven’t had one.

10:How tall am I - 5′5″

11:What do I miss - A lot of things when I let myself dwell on them. 

12:What time were I born - I honestly have no clue. Is this information people usually have off the top of their head?

13:Favourite color - Blue at the moment

14:Do I have a crush - No.

15:Favourite quote - “It is what it is” / “This too shall pass” / “But the monsters turned out to be just trees”

16:Favourite place - The beach, or by any body of water. Or curled up in bed on a lazy day while it storms.

17:Favourite food - Strawberries.

18:Do I use sarcasm - Who? Me?

19:What am I listening to right now - Road noise

20:First thing I notice in new person - Their smile

21:Shoe size - 8-9

22:Eye color - Blue

23:Hair color - Dark blonde

24:Favourite style of clothing - I kind of live in tshirts and jeans but I really like a sharper look - like suits.

25:Ever done a prank call? - No

27:Meaning behind my URL - There isn’t one? It’s my favourite place, favourite animal, and year of my birth.

28:Favourite movie - Oh this is difficult. The Alien Series, Harry Potter, or Silence of the Lambs

29:Favourite song - Losing My Religion - REM

30:Favourite band - Right now Taylor is my favourite singer, but in terms of bands I’d say the Killers at the moment.

31:How I feel right now - Neutral.

32:Someone I love - My dad.

33:My current relationship status - Single.

34:My relationship with my parents - Good if we haven’t pissed each other off.

35:Favourite holiday - I don’t really have one.

36:Tattoos and piercing i have - None. Not even my ears pierced.

37:Tattoos and piercing i want - Something for my mom, grandfather, and dad. But the monsters turned out to be just trees in Taylor’s handwriting. And maybe something else.

38:The reason I joined Tumblr - Kaylor tbh.

39:Do I and my last ex hate each other? - No, not at all.

40:Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night ” texts? - I’ll sometimes say goodnight or goodmorning to my friends but usually? No.

41:Have I ever kissed the last person you texted? - No.

42:When did I last hold hands? - In a way that wasn’t platonic? Never.

43:How long does it take me to get ready in the morning? - Technically 30-45 minutes.

44:Have You shaved your legs in the past three days? - No. I’m single and live in jeans so I’d rather not deal with the hassle.

45:Where am I right now? - In my bed.

46:If I were drunk & can’t stand, who’s taking care of me? - I don’t drink but if it happened, probably my dad at the moment if anyone.

47:Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level? - Reasonable level but sometimes I’ll blast it in the car.

48:Do I live with my Mom and Dad? - Yes, unashamedly.

49:Am I excited for anything? - Not really. Maybe the upcoming Alien movie.

50:Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to? - No.

51:How often do I wear a fake smile? - I don’t usually bother to fake it but I will if I have to.

52:When was the last time I hugged someone? - Last night.

53:What if the last person I kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me? - Impossible.

54:Is there anyone I trust even though I should not? - No.

55:What is something I disliked about today? - I have work.

56:If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be? - If anyone wants to introduce me to my future wife that would be cool. Short of that, meeting Taylor would be cool too.

57:What do I think about most? - Depends on the day.

58:What’s my strangest talent? - I don’t have talent.

59:Do I have any strange phobias? - I think my phobias are pretty typical.

60:Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it? - I suck at taking photos but I hate being in photos more. Just keep the camera away from me altogether.

61:What was the last lie I told? - Not sure. 

62:Do I perfer talking on the phone or video chatting online? - I tend to be quiet on the phone so video chatting instead I guess.

63:Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens? - I don’t not believe in ghosts and I think it’s a bit arrogant to write off the possibility of other intelligent life in space.

64:Do I believe in magic? - I don’t not believe in it. I believe spells are about as real and powerful as the idea of prayer, for whatever that’s worth.

65:Do I believe in luck? - Yes.

66:What's the weather like right now? - Clear skies and 60 out but it’s meant to hit the mid 80s.

67:What was the last book I've read? - No clue.

68:Do I like the smell of gasoline? - I don’t mind it.

69:Do I have any nicknames? - Not really. Most people don’t bother.

70:What was the worst injury I've ever had? - Probably just a scrape or cut. I’ve never broken anything or needed stitches.

71:Do I spend money or save it? - Save it usually.

72:Can I touch my nose with a tounge? - No.

73:Is there anything pink in 10 feets from me? - No.

74:Favourite animal? - Wolves

75:What was I doing last night at 12 AM? - Sleeping, thankfully

76:What do I think is Satan’s last name is? - I’ve never thought about it. I believe Morningstar is traditional.

77:What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it? - Losing my Religion.

78:How can you win my heart? - Just fucking be there for me. Show up, be patient and kind. Falling for me first may help. 

79:What would I want to be written on my tombstone? - I don’t want a tombstone. But probably something snarky or a pun.

80:What is my favorite word? - In terms of use? Fuck.

81:My top 5 blogs on tumblr - This is hard. @princessandsunshine, @gaylorswift, @gay4tay, @shady-kaylor, @gay-romantics​

82:If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say? -What the fuck? or Impeach the entire republican party.

83:Do I have any relatives in jail? - Not to my knowledge.

84:I accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super-power of my choice! What is that power? - Omnilingualism or Probability Manipulation

85:What would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on? - There’s a fair few to be honest.

86:What is my current desktop picture? - At work it’s a picture of the beach at my home town/

87:Had sex? - No

88:Bought condoms? - Yes

89:Gotten pregnant? - No thank fuck

90:Failed a class? - Yes more than once

91:Kissed a boy? - No

92:Kissed a girl? - No, sadly

93:Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain? - Nope

94:Had job? - Yes

95:Left the house without my wallet? - Yes. I’d lose my head if it weren’t attached some days.

96:Bullied someone on the internet? - No.

97:Had sex in public? - No.

98:Played on a sports team? - Briefly but sports aren’t my thing.

99:Smoked weed? - No

100:Did drugs? - No

101:Smoked cigarettes? - No

102:Drank alcohol? - Tried it but don’t care for it

103:Am I a vegetarian/vegan? - No but I have considered Vegetarianism. Or at least Pesco-Vegetarianism. 

104:Been overweight? - Yes.

105:Been underweight? - No.

106:Been to a wedding? - Yes.

107:Been on the computer for 5 hours straight? - Yes.

108:Watched TV for 5 hours straight? - Yes.

109:Been outside my home country? - Yes, to England.

110:Gotten my heart broken? - Yes. It sucked. 

111:Been to a professional sports game? - Yes.

112:Broken a bone? - No, somehow.

113:Cut myself? - Not intentionally.

114:Been to prom? - No. I skipped mine.

115:Been in airplane? - Yes.

116:Fly by helicopter? - Yes

117:What concerts have I been to? - Rascal Flatts, The Killers, Coldplay at least twice, Snow Patrol, U2, No Doubt, Brooks & Dunn and Reba.

118:Had a crush on someone of the same sex? - Yes.

119:Learned another language? - No, sadly.

120:Wore make up? - Yes but I don’t enjoy it.

121:Lost my virginity before I was 18? - No.

122:Had oral sex? - No.

123:Dyed my hair? - Yes.

124:Voted in a presidential election? - No. Yes, I know with the last election but I accidentally missed the registration date because I’m a dumb ass.

125:Rode in an ambulance? - No, thank FUCK because it’d cost a fortune.

126:Had a surgery? - Yes. Deviated septum and wisdom tooth removal.

127:Met someone famous? - No.

128:Stalked someone on a social network? - No.

129:Peed outside? - No.

130:Been fishing? - No but I want to try it.

131:Helped with charity? - Yes.

132:Been rejected by a crush? - No because I keep crushes to myself usually.

133:Broken a mirror? - No.

134:What do I want for birthday? - I may just ignore mine.

135:How many kids do I want and what will be their names? - I don’t particularly want kids.

136:Was I named after anyone? - My grandmother and great grandmother

137:Do I like my handwriting? - No.

138:What was my favourite toy as a child? - As a little kid I’m not sure, probably legos. Once I was a bit older, probably my gameboy.

139:Favourite Tv Show? - X Files.

140:Where do I want to live when older? - Where can I afford? Ideally near my hometown but I’d never be able to afford it, so probably a house here.

141:Play any musical instrument? - No.

142:One of my scars, how did I get it? - I’ve got an old faint one on my knee but can’t remember how I got it.

143:Favourite pizza toping? - Pepperoni or Mushrooms

144:Am I afraid of the dark? - Not unless I wake up from a nightmare

145:Am I afraid of heights? - Yes.

146:Have I ever got caught sneaking out or doing anything bad? - No

147:Have I ever tried my hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end? - Of course. That’s life.

148:What I'm really bad at - Everything.

149:What my greatest achievments are - I’ve survived over a decade with a brain that actively or passively wants to kill me but you can’t really put that on your resume.

150:The meanest thing somebody has ever said to me - Not sure.

151:What I'd do if I won in a lottery - Pay off my car, buy a small house, pay off my dad’s house, set aside enough to go get a degree at a slow pace if I want, save and invest whatever might be left.

152:What do I like about myself - I’m a little more resilient than I think, I’m an asshole but not a cruel asshole

153:My closest Tumblr friend - probably @princessandsunshine

154:Something I fantasise about - That Thing

155:Any question you'd like? - You didn’t ask one, mate.

[littlethoughtsandfeelings]

The Bachelor Australia 2017 Recap – Episode 3

The girls are CASUALLY (and still standing, I might add. Get some more seating in there, already) gathered around the kitchen, agreeing it’s the group date episode. Simone throws down in her talking head, saying that she doesn’t like Leah (our Villain Number One).

Osher materialises (are we 100% sure at this point he’s not a wizard and this isn’t apparition?) with a date card, and tells the lucky (hmm, would we say lucky?) girl she has 15 minutes to get ready to add some URGENCY for NO REASON. 

The clue reads: “I am really drawn to your creative side.” A rivalry is set up in two seconds between the painter (sorry, there’s a painter there?) or Laura, the jewellery designer. Laura the jewellery designer wins. (Side note for the producers: you can’t expect us to care about a rivalry if you spend LITERALLY TWO SECONDS establishing it. It is pointless, easy fodder for the episode, and don’t think we don’t see that.)

Matty’s talking head says he’s had his eye on Laura since the red carpet, and we get a de-saturated flashback to remind us who she is (thank you for this. This is actually quite helpful).

Matty J comes to pick her up in a very small (she notes that it’s very small) boat. Laura’s wearing some kind of maxi skirt thing, and I’m just reminded that she’s had fifteen minutes to get ready. I have so many questions about this. What if she hadn’t shaved? What if her fake tan was uneven? What if her bikini was in the wash? 

They talk for twenty minutes about BOATS. LITERALLY I COUNTED AT LEAST SEVEN TIMES. If I were drinking, I would already be hospitalised for alcohol poisoning by now. So… let me get this straight. They’re taking a small boat to a… bigger boat? And this is exciting?

On the BOAT, Laura’s nervous-talking. After the self-described word vomit, they have the obligatory “how many people have you loved?” conversation. I’m not really sure what this is supposed to achieve, other than confirming that they are not, in fact, children.

Back at the mansion, a new date card arrives (do these apparate too? Osher, tell us your secrets!).

The clue reads: “A step back in time.” Ah, that’s right, it’s the Medieval Episode (side note: Didn’t they all eat haggis or blood pudding or something last year?). Some ladies are on it, basically all of them, so we’ll just talk about the important ones when (if) they make themselves known. 

Leah (Villain Number One) wants to be on the date. Wow. So content. Much interesting. Simone (her two episode long arch-enemy) gets the last place. Leah says that she hopes it’s competitive then. Jennifer, our Villain Number Two, says she didn’t want both of them to be on the date, at the “expense of [her] own safety”. What the fuck does she think is going to happen? Are the girls all given guns when they enter the mansion or something? I mean, I know they get vicious, but they’re not going to murder someone on national television, are they? (I mean hey, at this point, it would add some interest to this season. I’m dying of boredom so far).

Apparently Matty’s learnt from my criticism of last episode’s date, and this date with Laura doesn’t consist of just a boat ride, or even two boat rides. This time, he’s introduced… drawing. Of each other. Alright, I’ll bite.

The stumble upon two conveniently placed easels by the shore, and it’s revealed that Laura has experience of live drawing, as she is a strong independent woman with a Fine Arts degree. 

But, there’s a twist! Matty J has added a TIME LIMIT, because if the new media world of YouTube, etc. has taught us anything, it’s that CHALLENGES ARE FUN. He boasts about winning a drawing competition as a kid, and it’s actually nice to know that Matty hasn’t lost his personality this season, unlike other Bachelorette-contestants-turn-Bachelors *cough Richie cough*.

Matty jokes about drawing her lovingly, and this is set up very nicely for what we know will be a horrible picture.

Matty says, “The more I look at her, the more I realise that she’s completely and utterly beautiful.” Ummm… is this a compliment? It’s like, “I wasn’t sure at first, but the more I looked at her, the prettier she got.” It’s like when you’re buying a dress, and you’re like hmmm probably not my style, but then you can’t get it out of your head and go back to buy it anyway, and then it sits in your wardrobe forever, never being worn. What were we talking about?

So Laura reveals her drawing and it’s… um… interesting. Granted, it’s probably better than I could do, and no one said her major was in drawing… 

Matty reveals his drawing and it’s… I’m sorry, Matty. It’s hideous. They even have the big strings in the score underneath and it literally looks like a drawing by a serial killer.

They joke for a bit.

Matty: What tripped me up most was…

Laura: The face?

Matty: The face. 

They go to a SEXYTIME COUCH and have wine, because what is The Bachelor without a healthy dose of alcoholism?

Laura seems presently surprised that she likes Matty J (when do they get a chance to be like, “Nah, P.S. mate, I’m not feeling it”?) She’s biting her tongue, not metaphorically, literally, like between her teeth. Do guys think this is cute? This isn’t cute. 

HOLD THE PHONE. ARE THEY GOING TO KISS? SHE’S SPEECHLESS. HE LIKES HER. SHE LIKES HIM. JUST MAKE OUT ALREADY.

THEY’RE KISSINGGGGGGGGGGG AND THEY LOVE EACH OTHER. THEY’RE GOING TO GET MARRIED AND HAVE BABIES. HE CUPPED HER FACE. THERE’S A SUN FLARE. THEY’RE PANNING. THEY LOVE EACH OTHER. IT’S A LONG KISS. THEY’VE SEPARATED. OH NO, HE’S GOING BACK FOR SECONDS. AHHHHHHHH. 

He’s all shy and coy in the interview afterwards. He says he wanted to kiss Laura from the very first moment he saw her today. Look, she wasn’t one of my main picks, but, like with Matty J, she’s growing on me. He offers her a rose and she accepts. THEY MUSH AGAIN! (See last year’s recaps for explanations of this very scientific term.)

Right so after the ad break, we’re on the medieval date. (What, no Laura going back to the mansion with a rose and being interrogated? But that was such interesting television.)

Apparently, Matty spent five years in London (like every Australian under 30), and wanted to recreate the 1500s. Because this makes sense.

Osher says that Henry VIII had six wives, Matty squeezes in some chauvinism by saying, “My man!”, and therefore only six ladies (out of the twelve on the date) will have seats at the banquet with Matty. There’s also a rose ceremony later that night, which is apparently a bombshell dropped.

They put on costumes, and Matty is wearing pantaloons, which I am HERE FOR. 

Osher explains they will be doing typical activities of the time, so the girls get to look after the small animals around the farm. I guess it’s better than NOT exercising their right to vote, or NOT being institutionalised for having their period. 

The first mini competition is catching pigs. Yep. You read that right. Matty nominates helium balloon Cobie, ribbon dancer Akoulina, badass Simone, and Villain Number One, Leah, for this task (does he really know all their names? Or does Osher just whisper them to Matty out the side of his mouth?).

Osher warns them all NOT TO HURT THE PIGS. I REPEAT, DO NOT HURT THE PIGS.

Osher also says to not traumatise the piglets. Judging by the squealing, they are being traumatised every second of this horrendous experience.

Animal rights activism aside, Leah leads the charge, because apparently she’s a “country girl”. Cobie (who I swear wasn’t there two seconds ago) also gets a pig. Leah’s the first one through, and probably catches swine flu by kissing the piglets (jk I have no idea how it’s transmitted. In case you’re unaware, I am not a doctor).

Leah and Cobie are through to the banquet; Akoulina and Simone are out. Leah makes a generic villainous comment about decapitating them, so that’s fun.

Lisa (one of my early picks) says she wants to win the next challenge to get the banquet with Matty. Breaking: Bachelor contestant wants to win Bachelor’s heart!

Anyway, the next challenge is a sack race, with Michelle, Lisa, and some other people. Matty breaks down the sack race for us, in terms of agility, stamina, and hand-eye coordination, in what is probably a television first. Then there’s also a ring toss, halfway through the sack race. I’m pretty sure this is an exact historical representation. Belinda (who? Ah, the “love coach”) and Lisa get through.

The next game is that ancient game of soccer, with Elora, etc. They’re shoving each other, and they’re ruthless. I hate sports at the best of times, but if I was in this situation, I would politely curtsey right the f out of there.

Some more people get through, and they leave for the banquet.

At the banquet, Matty wants some goss about the dynamics in the house. Villain Number One says that it’s a bit shakey, and that maybe it’s the mother instinct in her, but she takes the feelings of others to heart. You may have thought I’d embellished that, but no. That was all her.

The other girls at the banquet are predictably unhappy about this, and wanting to get the heck out of there, Matty asks Alix (the body painter one) for some one-on-one time.

She decides to use this precious alone time with Matty to… ask about his family. ALIX DO YOUR RESEARCH, BABE. Interestingly though, Matty reveals he’s the middle child of five. Did we know this before? If not, that. explains. everything.

Leah is bored at the banquet because none of her evil-squad is there (side note: “Evil Squad” could be a good name for an all-girl metal rock band. Or a group of spiders. You know, either or).  

Leah eggs on Elise (who? Oh, another montage girl) to interrupt Matty’s time with Alix. Yes, it is definitely her decision and not chosen by the producers.

Elise says, “Are you guys finished or do you want a bit more time?” And Alix replies, “No, you can jump in, babe”. See, this is how you do it. Friendship! Happiness! Respect!

But then two seconds later Leah gets the shits and goes to interrupt. THIS IS DEFINITELY ALL HER IDEA. She describes herself as a “strawberry shortcake”, which I CAN actually buy as her idea. 

Elise returns to the banquet with her tail between her legs, and the girls at the table are all upset for her. Lisa thinks Leah likes the attention. Um, you reckon?

Leah talks about her mum, and turns on the waterworks. She actually says, “I care too much, it’s just who I am” and I’m pretty sure I vomited in my mouth.

Matty offers a hug and she takes it. He says, “I’m glad you’re here for the right reasons” to which Leah replies, “I think so.” At this point, do they just want to turn to camera and wink?

See, here’s the problem with this. They’re trying to recreate someone as iconic as Laurina. But the thing with Laurina, is that I’m utterly convinced she didn’t need any encouragement from the producers. “Dirty street pie” was all natural. It’s different when they have someone who says in a robotic voice (almost as if reading from a script), “Now I shall be mean”, and then goes and does something mean. I feel like they think it’s going to get them more ratings, or that people will be bored without this contrived bullshit, but I’m not buying that. No one actually thinks this is real, right? So, producers: Stop trying to make Laurina happen! It’s not going to happen. 

Anyway, back to the banquet, Matty reveals that he actually has a rose to give out tonight. His talking head explains that he’s seen a glimpse of a softer, more gentle side to this person, and that’s what he’s looking for in a partner. And then… 

Alix gets the rose! FUCK YEAH! GOOD JOB PRODUCERS! This is a perfect example of playing with audience expectations, and another example of Matty not taking any of their shit this year. Producers, how can I hate you and love you at the same time?

Rose Ceremony time!

They’re all still in their costumes, because the show wants to get as much use as possible out of their (presumably exorbitant) costume rental fee.

Osher reveals that only one (one? Really, Osh, there’s still a lot of dead weight here) lady will be going home.  

It’s down to Simone, the absolute best, and ribbon dancer Akoulina.  

Simone gets chosen (FUCK YEAH!) and even gets a cuddle from her bestie, Elora.

Farewell, Akoulina. May you continue to dance forever.

Next Episode: THERE’S A LIFE-SIZE BOARD GAME OF MATTY. F YES I AM INTO THIS SO MUCH. HE LOVES GAMES. I LOVE GAMES. WHERE IS COBIE?