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jwittekchatter · 1 year ago

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October 23, 2023 Livestream Recap

-He’s not in NY, he’s at his LA apartment with Kyle.

-he’s been MIA because he got sick after England. Thinks it was strep but didn’t go to a doctor. Today was the first time he ran since England because he was so sick. Felt miserable. If he’s laying low then he’s either sick or working on a project (we already knew that).

-showed the new podcast setup. The walls are now brown. Said that’s what he originally wanted but Oscar’s dad misunderstood before. He’s excited to shoot in the pod room again.

-before he went to England a drunk driver crashed into his Tahoe and wrecked it. He rents his cars so he’ll just get another one. (Omg, remember someone wrecked his car when Cody was driving also?)

-told a long story about missing his flight with Shaban by two minutes, Kyle made the flight. Then when they searched his bad found the weed he forgot he put in his carryon. Was interviewed and detained for six hours; could’ve been 24 hours but the officer knew who he was and liked him? Said the weed was for the pain for his eye injury. He’s grateful/happy it happened. Was about to be walked through the airport handcuffed and Shaban gave him a piece of gum with a Klonopin pill in it. Jeff said it’s like 1/4 the dosage of a Xanax. Said that helped him take a nap in the cell. He was fingerprinted and got a mug shot but they wouldn’t show it to him. He offered $1,000 of anyone can get it. Said it’s humbling and funny to look back at. (It’s literally not funny at all and he could’ve been in a lot of trouble). Said he feels like he’ll end up back in jail at some point (what a positive thought 🙄). Also said earlier that he doesn’t do bad things anymore so ? Also told the TSA he’s doing a marathon to raise money for kids. Really hope he’s not lying about that but wouldn’t surprise me.

-got an offer to invest in a Sicilian (Italy) soccer team with Lil Mo Mozzarella and the other guy they did the podcast with recently. Said he’s going to Sicily in November for it. Later in the live said he might do Jeffrey Shore part 2 in Sicily (can we all manifest this not happening?!?)

-someone asked if he’s doing rollerblade Ken and he said NO!! Said he doesn’t want to do anything else for Halloween; the barbershop was enough for him. Is hoping his sickness will get him out of it. No mention of Tana “making” him do any costumes.

-someone asked why they deleted the last live. Said it may have been an accident or maybe they talked about something he didn’t want replayed. The only thing I remember being like that was when he talked about going on Trisha’s pod but he ended up doing it so ?

-he called Yung Blud’s team the day before they filmed to pitch to him. Met him for the first time right as he walked in the barbershop.

-said he was at Andrew Schulz’s comedy show. (No one posted any pics of Jeff being there so that’s weird). Said he bonded with Andrew and will go on his Flagrant pod when he goes to NY.

-someone asked about his plan for moving to NY. He said he was more serious about it when the flood happened. Thinks he’ll stay in LA until end of year, maybe move in January or March but it won’t be permanent. He’ll keep the LA apartment and have NY to share with friends so he won’t need a hotel every time he’s there (did not say who but was talking about his NY crew; no mention of Tana when talking about NY). Is going back to NY for marathon/holidays. Will stay with his parents before marathon and they will drop him off for marathon. said he’ll probably be in NY for a week before marathon. Not getting a studio in LA, will use that money for NY apartment. Will make a temporary set

-doing two pods this week: Mike and Tana to catch up and then will get guests (his words)

-was not in a good place with Oscar for a while but they are fine now. Worked together for seven years and had a weird relationship. Talked about what they each want for their lives. Joined forces again and Oscar/his dad helped fix Jeff’s studio. Not sure if Oscar will rejoin team. He might help produce from the outside. Said the flood got the crew back together (but it didn’t if Oscar isn’t there 😂)

-Jeff said he wants to help produce content for Steven, Ryan, Lil Mo, and Mikey’s new podcast (Jeff’s team is already stretched too thin working on Tana’s pod so adding more is not smart).

-said he only cares about the podcast and barbershop right now. Someone asked if he’ll come to Australia and he said maybe for Jeffrey Shore (talking out of his ass 🙄)

-someone asked if he’ll do more lives and he said he’ll just do more podcasts (huh?? They are different)

-said he would go on that Chicken Shop Date show, she’s funny.

-said the main events at Logan’s fights were terrible. No mention of those idiot Just the Tip girls at all.

-will get back into combat sports after marathon.

-had a few callers

-joked that he thinks he had strep because he kisses everyone he meets on the lips. (That anon saying they think maybe he always kisses girls on trips is funny considering he literally said this. Tana said last year at fashion week that’s probably how he got sick. I don’t think it happens every trip but it has sometimes)!

**no mention of dating, hooking up, kissing, any girl stuff at all. I guess we’ll see if he meets up with Sofia when he goes back to NY but doesn’t seem like anything’s happening there. He would’ve told us about the new “woman in his life” if it were. The live saved this time after a few people asked for them to please make sure to so you can see the replay if you have Patreon.

I wish he would let go of this Jeffrey Shore thing, the first one was already awful, we don't need another one 😩

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themaribatpit · 3 years ago

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Fiasco At The Wayne Gala

Author’s note: This story was written by DC Fanboy and proofread by Maribat fangirl, as a reaction to Style Queen. Maribat fangirl has been hard at work on Chapter 6 of “Hanging by a Thread”, while DC fanboy needed a break from the angst. This is the result, enjoy.

Content warning: A dash of Chloe salt, mostly Audrey managing to piss off everyone. Ships: Jason Todd / Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Dick Grayson / Barbara Gordon, Cassandra Cain / Stephanie Brown, Tim Drake / Bernard Dowd (mentioned), Bruce Wayne / Selina Kyle.

Fiasco at the Wayne Gala

Jason stood at the driveway to Wayne Manor, bored out of his mind as he waited for Marinette to arrive. Another Wayne Gala was underway, with Gotham’s elite pouring into Wayne Manor. Marinette said she would be arriving with her roommate, Zoe. He took out his phone and messaged his girlfriend asking where she was. He was interrupted from his thoughts when a rude woman cleared her throat in front of him. Jason was just able to look up from his phone before he was berated for not paying attention to her.

“You! Valet! How dare you play on your phone when you should be attending to us guests?” the woman screeched. Jason cringed and immediately placed his phone back into his pocket, just as he was about to argue with this banshee that he wasn’t a valet, he was rudely interrupted again with another screech. “How unprofessional! Notify Bruce Wayne that I, Audrey Bourgeois have arrived,” she waved her hand as if to shoo him away. “Now go and park the car before I fire you.” She tossed her keys to Jason, before promptly walking away with her chin held snobbishly high.

Jason looked down at the keys in his hands. He looked at the woman walking away and then towards her car, a jet black convertible. He walked around the vehicle, admiring the exquisite European sports car. A mischievous grin grew on his face as he looked back at the keys in his hand, he jumped in over the door into the car and started its engine. It roared to life, Jason couldn’t resist stamping both his feet on the accelerator and brakes at the same time. The tyres screeched from the friction, spewing smoke behind him. He then spun around, performing a doughnut around the driveway. He left behind a trail of black tyre markings on the asphalt below. Jason stomped his foot onto the accelerator, all the way to the bottom. The engine roared in response with an immediate burst of power, rocketing him out of Wayne Manor, speeding off into the distance.

Meanwhile, Dick waited for the cloakroom attendant to return. In his hands he held Barbara’s coat. Him being the gentleman that he was, he volunteered to bring it to the cloakroom for her. As he patiently waited at the counter, he heard a throat being cleared behind him. He chose to ignore it but then the voice grew louder. He elected to ignore it again, but the person behind him then shouted “You!”

Dick turned in surprise, he looked around to the source of the voice, a woman wearing a black, white and gold ball gown with a white fur coat in her arms. Beside her was, what he assumed to be, her daughter. She wore a matching dress and an entitled look on her face. He looked around, thinking and hoping she was trying to talk to someone else.

The woman then threw her coat at Dick, it draped over his head completely. He looked as if he was wearing an expensive ghost costume, as the coat hung over his head. The rude woman continued, “Now put this in the cloakroom, bring me the ticket when you are done and make sure nothing happens to it.” Dick didn’t say anything at that moment, he hadn’t fully registered what had just happened. “It is an expensive Arctic Fox coat, if anything were to happen to it I will make sure Mr. Wayne fires you.” She stomped off with her daughter in tow, the two walked past Barbara with Haley napping on her lap. The two scoff in disgust at the sight of the dog, “Disgusting, don't you think?” Audrey asked her daughter.

Chloe repeated the sentiment, “Absolutely, Mother.”

Audrey nodded towards her daughter in approval before turning back to face Barbara, “Now get that mangy, misshapen mutt out of here before we file a complaint and get that thing put down!” she threatened before walking away.

Haley whimpered from the scary lady’s yelling, Barbara’s eyes narrowed as her hands moved to cover Haley’s floppy ears, “Oh no you did not just threaten Haley.”

“Where did she go? I can’t see.” Dick asked, the coat still covering his head.

Tim stood near the food table, enjoying canapés and several other hors d'oeuvre while waiting for his date, Bernard, to arrive at the gala. A loud voice caught his attention mid bite, “Is that you Timothy? Oh it is you.” He looked up from his plate to see an obnoxious woman wearing sunglasses indoors, at night.

“Do you remember me? I’m your Aunt Audrey.” the woman spoke.

Tim cringed internally, remembering the woman from past events. A horrible woman if he remembered correctly, always sucking up to his parents, pretending to be their friend. Most of all he remembered the constant attempts at matchmaking, doing whatever she could to pawn her daughter off to the Drake family to gain their favour. He quickly swallowed the appetizer in his mouth and answered “Hello Aunt Audrey.” with a strained smile. His mind was in a flurry, trying to think of a plan to get rid of her.

“Oh how handsome you’ve grown, why don't you spend time with my daughter? I brought her here today.” she suggested, her voice devoid of any sincerity.

Tim slowly backed off, looking around the room hoping to think of a plan to get her to leave him alone. “Well...you see…” he tried to stall for time. He then spotted a familiar plume of blonde hair standing near the performing band and rushed towards her. “Steph! You gotta help me!” he croaked.

She turned in surprise, “Tim? You okay? What's wrong?”

“Pretend to be my date” he blurted out.

“What?” she cried incredulously, “No, I’m dating Cass. What would Bernard say?” she responded angrily.

“Please, I’m begging you. At least until this crazy woman leaves me alone,” Tim explained, “she’s been trying to hook me up with her daughter for years.” Tim grabbed on to her arms and gave her a shake.

“What is this, some kind of fake dating storyline? Did I wake up in one of your K-Dramas?” She answered in a voice dripping with sarcasm. She then peered over his shoulder to see two women in hot pursuit, shoving guests aside. She was already feeling her mood sour from their presence.

“You owe me for this, understand?” Stephanie said, her fingers jabbed Tim in the chest before she pinched the bridge of her nose.

“Thanks, I’ll pay you back some day.” Tim then held out his elbow for Stephanie, which she held on to.

Tim and Steph slowly walked up to Audrey, “Aunt Audrey, I’d like to meet my girlfriend Stephanie Brown.” He gestures towards his friend. Stephanie then kissed Tim in the cheek, trying her absolute best to not show just how irritated she was at the whole situation.

Audrey’s eyes twitched at the sight, but it was unnoticeable under her sunglasses. “Nice to meet you too Stephanie.” she greeted, venom dripping from her voice. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I will attend to other guests. It was nice meeting you again Timothy.” She then stomped away with Chloe in tow.

The two then breathed a sigh of relief as they were left alone, “I need a drink” groaned Stephanie, as she held onto her forehead. “I just hope that Cass didn't see....that.” She turned around to see Cassandra Cain right behind the two, a frown on her face.

Both Tim and Steph both held up their hands, attempting to placate the girl in front of them. “Tim needed a fake date to get rid of a crazy old hag.” explained Steph, as quickly and concisely as she could. Stephanie gave Tim the evil eye, thinking of all the ways she would hurt him if his fiasco cost her her relationship with Cass.

Cass spun her finger on the side of her head. Tim and Steph released a breath they both had been holding, worried of what Cass’ reaction would be. Fortunately for them, Cass was able to see the whole thing. From watching Tim’s desperate plea, to the subtle signs of discomfort as the two spoke to Ms. Bourgeois.

Damian clung to the edges of the party, he detested these events. However, as the son of Gotham’s Billionaire he had no choice but to attend. He wandered around, hands in his pockets, he hoped he could find a familiar face in a sea of strangers. Perhaps Gordon or Grayson would let him pet Haley, it would at least help pass the time better.

For someone unaware of who he was, one could possibly mistake him for a delinquent. Then again, he was the grandson of the Demon. He spotted the dog on Gordon's lap, and made his way towards her. He was then intercepted by a raging woman pointing her finger at him and calling him a trespasser and an intruder.

The gall of this woman, he clenched his teeth and yelled back. "Shut up you hag, I live here!"

The woman expressed a loud gasp, "How dare you call me that? Do you know who I am? I am Audrey Bourgeois, director of Style Queen."

Damian rolled his eyes, "What? A magazine giving fashion advice to shriveled old hags like you?" he shot back.

Audrey Bourgeois snapped, she yelled at the boy at the top of the voice "How dare you!"

Damian shouted back "How dare YOU! Do you know who I am?"

Their shouting match had drawn the entire attention of the ball room, eyes drawn to the argument unraveling before them. Tim and Dick walked closer, hoping to get a clear view of what was happening, and to intervene if necessary. Who knows what would happen with Damian around?

Alfred ignored the chaos unraveling around him as he pushed a food trolley through the ball room. However, a young woman with blonde hair rushed in front of his trolley. "May I help you?" He asked.

"My mother is being harassed by some miscreant, go get rid of him." Chloe growled towards the butler.

"Very well." Alfred complied and began walking to the two shouting their lungs off.

Damian spots the two former Robins approaching and calls out to them, "Grayson, Drake, tell her who I am and get rid of her."

Both Tim and Dick narrowed their eyes, annoyed about how all attention was now on the two of them. The two looked at each other, annoyed at their younger sibling.

Tim had a plan to redirect that attention and knock Hell Spawn down a peg, "Who are you?" he asked.

This infuriated Damian, he roared "Traitor!" and was about to throw fists at Tim before Alfred stepped in between them.

"Please, let us all calm down and enjoy this fine evening." Alfred attempted to calm the entire situation.

"Not until you get rid of him!" Audrey yelled, pointing her finger accusingly at Damian.

"I'm afraid I can't do that Madam." Alfred deadpanned.

Audrey stomped her foot in anger, then she pointed threateningly at Alfred. "You're fired!" she yelled.

Alfred sighs and answers in a monotone voice "Madam, with all due respect, I don't work for you. I work for Master Wayne, and in turn I also work for the young Master Wayne." He gestured to Damian, who stood there angrily with his arms crossed.

Audrey Bourgeois recoiled in shock, she attempted to come up with a retort. Alfred continued, "As per the young master's wishes, please leave the premises immediately."

Audrey gritted her teeth, "Fine. Call the valet to bring my car over." She commanded before marching off.

Alfred and Damian looked at each other, intrigued at the request for a valet. "Pennyworth, we don't have a valet for this evening, do we?" asked Damian.

"No Master Damian, though I suspect we may have a case of grand theft auto on our hands. I shall go check the cameras for our culprit.” Alfred furrowed his eyebrows and left for the Batcave.

Marinette and Zoe stood near a window. Marinette was worried, Jason was supposed to be at the party. He did not answer any of her calls or reply to any of her messages. She paced about, worried Jason was away dealing with an emergency.

Zoe on the other hand was red with embarrassment and shame. She was unfortunately related to the two wrecking balls tearing their way through the gala. She hoped to any and every deity above that they would prevent her mother from noticing her. However, this was to no avail as Zoe was spun around forcefully.

"...Zoe! Why did you not greet your dear mother?" Yelled Audrey.

Zoe began sweating bullets trying to think of an answer while being berated by her mother and half-sister. "I-I uh, I just got here." She shakily attempted to explain herself.

"What are you doing here Marinette?" Growled Chloe, annoyed at how such a clumsy girl would be even invited to this event.

Marinette put the phone back into her purse, "I was supposed to be here with my boyfriend, but I can't find him and he won't answer the phone."

Chloe laughed at the girl's plight, "Who would even date a loser like you? Any sane person would leave you."

Marinette gritted her teeth and clenched her fists, much to Chloe’s delight. Her contained rage and shame were interrupted as Audrey began complaining about a valet.

"Where is my car? Where is that damn stupid valet?" Audrey shouted.

Zoe and Marinette looked at each other, confused at the mention of a valet. "There was a valet?" Marinette asked nervously.

"Of course there was." Audrey told her.

"Ridiculous, utterly ridiculous," ranted Chloe, "He did not even dress properly and now he can't even deliver mother's car. Where is the idiot with the white streak of hair?"

Marinette and Zoe raised an eyebrow at the specific mention of a white streak of hair.

"At least it explains what Jason is up to." Marinette thought to herself, "They won't be getting the car back for a while, if at all."

Alfred had reviewed footage of the driveway earlier that evening, and had discovered Jason was the culprit. Alfred sighed as he picked up the telephone and attempted to call Jason. Just like Marinette, Jason was not answering his calls. Alfred then contacted Jason through his Bat Communicator.

"What's the emergency, Alfred?" Answered Jason.

Alfred could hear the sound of a roaring engine and wind whipping through the air over the communicator. "Master Todd, you are the emergency. Please return the automobile to the manor.

"Alright, I will if you bake me two dozen cookies. Just for me and no one else." Negotiated Jason.

"Very well, Master Todd." agreed Alfred "Now please return the vehicle." Alfred closed the call and made his way to the ballroom.

Jason turned the steering wheel of the car harshly, sending it to a tight drift, making a turn back towards Wayne Manor. "Alright you two, we're getting cookies!" he yelled to his passengers beside him.

"Yaaaaay" cheered Roy along with Lian on his lap.

Back in the ballroom, Alfred asked the guests to quiet down for he was making an announcement. "Esteemed guests, allow me to introduce Bruce Wayne.'' He stepped aside and gestured to Bruce atop the stairs with Selena Kyle. The two slowly walked down the stairs, and thanked each of their guests for attending the gala.

Audrey Bourgeois pushed past several attendees to get a closer look. Other guests gave her space, not wanting to incur her wrath. As she reached Bruce Wayne, she shoved Selena aside and wrapped herself around Bruce's arm. Taking extra attention to make sure her chest rubbed against his arm.

Zoe sped to the bathroom in absolute shame after watching her mother attempt to flirt with Bruce Wayne. Marinette remained by the window, waiting for Jason’s return. She was then approached by Alfred, holding a small basket of fresh cookies. “Good evening Ms. Dupain-Cheng, I just spoke to Master Todd, he is on his way.”

Marinette glanced at Audrey Bourgeois still attempting to flirt with Bruce, “the sooner he gets here the sooner she leaves.” she comments. She notices the cookies in the basket. “Can I have a cookie?” she asked, salivating at Alfred’s baking. Tikki peeked out from her small bag, enticed by the smell of the cookies.

“I’m afraid you’ll have to ask Master Todd, I made these in order to entice him to return the car. Undamaged, I hope.” Alfred explains.

Fortunately Jason arrived at that moment, with Roy and Lian in tow, their hairs were messy from the wind. Alfred gave Marinette the basket of cookies and asked her to give them to Jason while he notified Ms. Bourgeois that her car had arrived. “Jason, where have you been? I've been trying to call you all night!” Marinette yelled.

Jason scratched the back of his head, “about that, some crazy lady thought I was a valet.”

Marinette crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow, “I heard. But that doesn't mean you can take her car.” she huffed.

“ ‘Sup Little Wing,” Dick greeted Jason, “heard about your joyride from Alfred. How was it?”

“Awesome,” Jason replied, reaching into the basket of cookies. Roy, Lian and Tikki were already enjoying their share.

“Now that you’re back, that crazy woman can now go.” Dick said

“What did she do?” asked Jason curiously, hoping there would be a good story.

“For starters, she thought I was the cloakroom attendant. She threw her coat over my face, she pissed Babs off by calling Haley a ‘Misshapen Mutt’. Then she tried to hook her daughter up with Tim. On top of that, she managed to royally piss off Damian.” Explained Dick.

Jason’s jaw dropped while chewing his cookie, a few crumbs landing on the floor. Before doing a spit-take with the cookie in his mouth, he burst out laughing.

Meanwhile Alfred walked up to Audrey Bourgeois, who was still clinging onto Bruce Wayne as if her life depended on it. “Ahem, Madam Bourgeois, your automobile has arrived. Please kindly leave the premises.” interrupted Alfred.

“Come now, Brucie Darling. Are you really going to send me away after all we have been through?” Audrey asked coyly.

Bruce took a deep breath, “Ms. Bourgeois, please leave. As you can see my date, Ms. Kyle, has been very patient with you.” He points with his thumb behind him towards a glaring Selena.

Audrey growled loudly, “Fine, we are leaving.” She stomped out the front door. “You, Valet! What took you so long?” she demanded an explanation from Jason.

Jason spoke to her with his mouth full, spewing crumbs everywhere. “Having dinner, what's it to you?”

Audrey and Chloe recoiled at Jason’s bad manners, as a force of habit Audrey yelled back “I’ll have you fired for this.”

Jason continued undeterred, still answering with his mouth full of cookies. “Well shit, too bad.”

Frustrated at his aloof response, the two quickly got into the car and drove off. Everyone but the two Bourgeois noticed a large scratch and several dents along the side of the sports car as it drove away. “Yeah, uh, forget you saw that. Let’s get back to the party shall we?” suggested Jason. Everyone laughed hysterically at the wild night, now that the human wrecking ball had left.

As Marinette walked back into the manor, she pouted at Jason for keeping her waiting. “Come on now Pixie, are you still mad at me?” Jason asked.

“Yes, you stole someone’s car, drove off to who knows where. You didn’t answer any of my messages or calls. I was really looking forward to enjoying the Gala with you.” Marinette complained.

Jason ran in front of Marinette, stopping her in her tracks. “Look I’ll make it up to you Pixie, I promise. How about a dance then? The night is still young.” Jason said, offering his hand to Marinette.

Marinette contemplates for a moment before reaching out to hold his hand. “Fine, but this doesn’t mean I forgive you yet.”

The two then walked to the centre of the ballroom and danced the night away.

#jasonette #maribat chloe salt #maribat #ml x dc #dc x ml

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pigtownchronicles · 4 years ago

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Chapter 2.7 - Smoke and Shadow

Upstairs that evening, Marshall had Kyle assist with cooking dinner, and after they’d eaten, he led him into the living room. There, against the wall, was another humidor full of Marshall’s private stash of cigars, and hanging beside it, a rack with his pipes. He pulled out two cigars, handed one to Kyle, and soon they were on the couch, kissing and swapping smoke, and it wasn’t long before Marshall stood up and dropped his jeans.

Kyle realized it was the first time he’d seen his new Master naked, and it caught him by surprise. Where he’d expected a cock, there wasn’t one at all. With a bit more investigation, he realized that Marshall had a pussy instead, buried within his pubic hair. “You uh...huh,” he managed to say, and Marshall let out a laugh.

“Don’t worry boy, I can make all the equipment I need,” he said, “took a deep breath off his cigar, pulling the smoke deep inside him, and he watched as something pushed its way out, a silvery cock growing from Marshall’s crotch, made entirely of smoke, with two low hanging balls to match. “That enough for you to handle, boy?”

“Uh...yes Sir, I...I mean...I haven’t...”

“Yes you have, you just don’t remember it yet. Let daddy remind you,” Marshall said, and pushed him towards the sofa.

It turned out to be plenty. Marshall pinned him down on the sofa and fucked Kyle’s ass, sucking on his cigar, pumping more and more smoke into him with his cock until he came, and then, he flipped Kyle over, and rode his new apprentice's cock to completion, leaving them lying there sweaty, room fogged with smoke, and he pulled him close. “You’re a hot little fucker boy, glad you walked your way over to me that evening, and not some other big, burly bear.”

Kyle, heaving for breath, realized after the fact he’d lost his virginity, and hadn’t even really noticed. All of it had felt so natural, so vital. So exhausting. It hadn't even been his virginity, had it? He could recall now, all the other, many times he and his Master had fucked around before--like reality was still knitting itself together around him. He laid back on the couch, nursing the butt of his cigar, while Marshall went into the bedroom, and a few minutes later, came out dressed again, this time in leather pants, vest, boots and smoking a sizable pipe. “Come on boy, get your ass up.”

“What?”

“You’re in Pigtown now--you thinking you’re going to sleep? Good luck. You won’t get more than a nap in before you need another smoke.”

Wait, then...are you saying we can’t sleep?”

“Well, not ‘can’t’. Come on, I have some gear for you boy. You represent me now, out on the street, so I expect you to always look your best.”

Gear, apparently, meant a leather jock, boots, harness, and not much else. Kyle refused at first, and Marshall responded by simply manipulating the smoke flowing through him now, and forced him to dress himself in what was laid out. “You’re mine now, boy, for the foreseeable future. You don’t mind, do you?” he said, cupping a hand under Kyle’s chin, and giving him a deep kiss. The pipe smoke didn’t just taste different--it felt different. Somehow, he could...sense the slight shift in flavor, in density, in temperature. “I promise, I’ll never make you look anything other than the handsome, fuckable man you are, agreed?”

Kyle was still reluctant, but once they hit the sidewalk, he realized that he was actually not nearly as kinky as quite a few others on the dark street, going from club to alley to sauna and back again. Many looked, but no one touched--it was clear, somehow, that he was Marshall’s boy, and that meant they would need permission to use him, Kyle assumed. They made their way to a small bar, the air saturated with smoke, and Marshall started introductions. After a drink, he started passing him around, and Kyle found himself sharing smoky kisses with men whose name he could barely remember. He was fucked by some, blew others, the drinks piling on with the cigars, until it all became a blur, and next thing he knew, he woke up next to Marshall in their bed, head throbbing, throat creaking, and aching for smoke.

Marshall was already up, and passed him the cigar he had ready. Kyle sucked in as much as he could, feeling a bit more human after a few minutes, and realized it was morning, but he had no recollection of making it back here. “I...must have drunk more than I thought,” he said.

“Oh no, it wasn’t the drink, just the good ol’ Pigtown Hangover. Happens every night, you get used to it.”

“Every night?” Kyle asked.

“I said, we got to sleep somehow. Now come on, it’s time for breakfast, and you’re cooking, boy.”

Kyle wasn’t a great cook, but he could fry some eggs and make toast--it seemed to be enough to satisfy Marshall. Once they’d eaten, they went downstairs to get the shop ready to open up, and Kyle had a moment to check his phone. His only real important message was from Jim, asking him if he’d heard anything about Marlon yet.

He’d completely forgotten all over again. He thought about what had happened to him over the last day, what Marshall had...done to him, and the story that Jim had told him, about Marlon disappearing into a shadow, seemed all the more possible now, after what he’d seen. Maybe Marshall would know something, even. He told Jim to come visit the shop, he might know someone who could help. A couple of hours later, between regulars, while Marshall was showing Kyle the intricacies of blowing smoke rings and hardening them, Jim came through the door, asking what he knew.

Kyle explained the situation to Marshall, and Jim retold him what had happened that night after leaving Depot the week before. Around the time he mentioned the shadows, Kyle felt the smoke in his master quicken beside him, and he looked over at him. Outside, he seemed unaffected, but he definitely knew something. Jim finished the story, how some police officers had appeared and helped him get back to his car without Marlon, and the next day, it was like he had never even existed.

Marshall sat back, took a long drag off his cigar, and pushed a cloud towards the ceiling. “Wish I could help you, young man, but I have nothing that can help you with this one.”

Kyle tried to say something, point out that was clearly a lie from what he had felt, but before he could even speak, he felt some lingering smoke in his mouth knot up around his tongue and gave it a squeeze. Marshall, apparently, was not interested in what Kyle might have to say.

“But...Kyle said you might know something.”

“I know a lot of things. What I can offer you are two options that you have right now. One, you can forget what you saw. It will be easy, once you decide to do it. I would suggest you not show your face around Pigtown again, if you do this, but I give that suggestion to most everyone.” Marshall paused, almost whether he was considering whether to even continue. “The other option would be to go to Precinct 27 and file a report.”

“I already tried to call the cops, but I couldn’t even prove he existed. They treated me like I was crazy.”

“That’s why I told you to go to Precinct 27. It’s just down the street here. They will be more sympathetic than I can be, and far more so than your usual cop. I wouldn’t choose to deal with them myself, but that’s your choice to make.”

Jim looked over at Kyle, who thought about trying to undo the knot around his tongue and get Marshall to tell them everything, but he didn’t. His loyalties had shifted in ways he hadn’t quite expected. He trusted his master. If there was a reason he wasn’t speaking about it, it was probably a good one.

“Now, unless you’d like to purchase something, I’d suggest you leave.”

Kyle nodded to Jim, and his friend left the shop, frustrated and feeling even more confused than before. The knot around Kyle’s tongue relaxed, and he asked, “You know more than that, what didn’t you want to tell him?”

“I know a lot of possibilities. I don’t know anything for sure. What it sounds like, is that Shadow got himself out of jail.”

“Shadow?”

“Acquaintance. We have different interests, different targets. Never really had a reason to fight, or cooperate. I respect his abilities and his autonomy so long as he respects mine.”

“Why are you bullshitting me about this? Just tell me what the hell is going on.”

“There’s a lot about this place, about the people here, that you don’t know, little apprentice,” Marshall said, “A lot of history. But the thing about history is that it’s just a story. Who’s telling the story matters just as much as anything else. Maybe if we see Shadow one night, he’ll tell you the story himself. I don’t know everything about it, just what gets passed around as gossip between the regulars.”

“That’s not an answer.”

“You’re right, it isn’t.”

Kyle glowered at him, “You’re treating me like a kid.”

“You’re barely a resident here, apprentice,” Marshall said, “That boy there, he’s still freshmeat. I gave him what he needed to know. What could actually help him. The precinct...I don’t agree with them entirely, but I can respect their desire for order, even if their methods are questionable. But then, they were cops, they can’t help themselves.”

“Wait, they were cops? I thought you said it was a precinct?”

Marshall shook his head, “I wish I knew how to tell you all of this so that it would make sense. I wish I could just give you everything I’ve seen since I came here, but I can’t. You have to see it for yourself. You'll have your own story before long--now come on, get back to work.”

#pigtown #smoke #cigar #reality shift #leather

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planetsam · 5 years ago

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“Look if you don’t want her she’s going to the pound,” Wyatt says, “she’s too fat to be of any good on the farm.”

“Do you need to think of the most dickish thing to say? Or does it just naturally come out of your mouth?”

Wyatt’s face screws up but Alex snatches the leash from him before he can say anything. He’s done listening to assholes with the last name Long. On the other end of the leash Buffy regards him with a mix of wariness and disgust. It’s more tempting than Alex would like to admit to shove it back at Wyatt, but his grip tightens on the leash.

“Glad you got a souvenir,” Wyatt sneers and storms off.

Alex tries not to rub the most recent addition to his scar collection and instead looks down at the dog. Buffy whines loudly and the sound matches whatever’s going on his recently repaired gut. Emotionally at least. Physically he’s been given the almost all clear, which for him is good enough. He kneels down and looks at the beagle who backs away.

“Yeah, I get that,” Alex tells her, “do you remember me?” He holds a hand out for her to sniff but she turns her snout up, “I’ll take that as a yes.”

He straightens up. Buffy looks in the direction she came from but Wyatt’s long gone. Alex has no idea what to do with a dog, much less a beagle who seems to like him about as much as her owner actually did, but standing in the road with her leash he realizes they’re in the same boat. Both left standing there, wondering what the hell they’re supposed to do now. When he glances down again, Buffy is looking up at him. She’s still reproachful but she hasn’t run and Alex is at a point where he’ll take what he can get.

“You wanna go home or should we go to the pet store first?” He asks. She perks up slightly at that, “pet store it is,” he says, “come on.”

* Since losing his leg Alex has been in several hand to hand situations, gotten kidnapped, discovered aliens and blown up a handful of buildings. He’d say he’s good with his prosthetic. Some days he uses his cane but it’s far and few between. He’s good but he hasn’t had a consistently strong pressure yanking his cane arm walk after walk. And there have been so many fucking walks. Buffy is overweight and though her diet is the main thing, walking helps. It helps one of them at least.

“Buffy, come on,” he says, “heel.”

Buffy huffs, lowers her body and digs in her paws.

Her blatant disregard makes the military man in him seethe. He doesn’t know how one beagle is more difficult to control than than a group of soldiers, but here they are. Buffy does not respect the chain of command. Or maybe she just doesn’t respect him. Alex thinks he’d be used to the universe ignoring what he wants but the manifestation of it in an overweight beagle left behind by a man who manipulated him so openly is a fresh wound on his ruined ego.

“Buffy,” he says.

Buffy puffs herself up and erupts into her signature barks. How such a loud noise can come out of such a small creature is beyond him. Buffy spends a lot of her time napping and laying on her back, but when she gets going it’s impossible to stop or ignore. Alex is used to people staring at him on the street. He’s learned to dismiss the judgement about things he knows he can’t change. For the first time though he gets it. He’s pretty sure he’d cross the street too if he saw what was happening.

“Buffy—“ he starts. She keeps going crazy, “Buffy come on,” he’s got nothing else so he scoops her up again. Immediately she stops barking, “seriously?” He sighs, “you know we’re both supposed to be walking,” Buffy looks over her shoulder at him, “God, fine,” he shifts the weight in his arms and starts walking, “I need the workout anyway.”

“Aren’t you both supposed to be walking?”

Alex turns around to see Michael standing there looking confused. He’s not close enough to hear what he just said, but the fact that it’s the first thing that comes to his mind makes Alex’s chest tight. Buffy gives Michael a look of complete disdain. Michael raises his eyebrows at the dog’s reaction, though Alex is fairly certain Michael is just glad to have an excuse not to look at him. Not that he can fully blame him, not with everything that’s happened recently.

“When did you get a dog?” Michael asks.

“A few days ago,” Alex says, “it was me or the pound,” he explains, “I wasn’t looking to get one.”

“Right,” Michael says slowly.

“Her name’s Buffy,” Alex volunteers. Michael finally meets his eye, arching his eyebrows at him.

“You sure you weren’t looking to get a dog?” Michael asks. Alex looks at him questioningly, “if I had to guess what you would name a dog, Buffy’s pretty high on the list—“

The truth smacks him across the face. Buffy squirms in his arms and he’s all too glad to put her down, even though that means he’s forced to figure out something else to do with his hands. Something that doesn’t involve punching things. All he can do is laugh bitterly at how stupid he is. Laugh and pretend that he doesn’t see the alarm on Michael’s face.

“You okay?” Michael asks.  “I’m good,” Alex says, shaking his head, “I just realized how much of an idiot I am,” he looks at Michael who looks confused still, “Buffy was Forrest’s dog,” he explains, “he left her behind,” he sighs, “I thought the dog was real.”

“She looks real to me,” Michael says.

“He named her Buffy,” Alex retorts. Michael winces, “like I said, I’m an idiot.”

They both look at Buffy who gives them a look back that says they are both idiots. Alex doesn’t think either of them would disagree after the things that have happened lately. But realizing that there’s a good chance the dog was adopted just to manipulate him is salt in that wound. Not by Forrest necessarily but by someone in Deep Sky.

“Your dog seems to agree,” Michael points out.

“Shit,” Alex mutters looking down at the beagle, then he looks at Michael, “what do you know about microchips?  “What do I know about what?” Michael asks blankly.  “I need your help,” Alex says.

It’s got nothing to do with what just happened but Michael goes serious and nods. Alex tries not to be affected by it. Or by how Michael seems committed to being open after months of them lying to each other.  “Whatever you need,” he says.

There’s a weight to his words that lasts a moment before Buffy decides right there is a good place to go potty.

* “Up you go,” Alex says and gets Buffy onto the table, “good girl.”

Buffy huffs at the compliment but when she spots Kyle she immediately starts wagging her tail. Because Kyle has that effect. He grins and scratches her ears as Buffy rolls onto her back. Alex looks over at Michael who seems surprised by this turn of events.  “Good thing he wasn’t trying to seduce you,” Michael says, “she’s already fallen for it.”

Kyle looks at him sharply and Michael realizes his mistake with a swear but Alex waves him off. Whether or not there were genuine feelings is an issue for another day. Or another lifetime, if he gets his way. Thankfully neither Michael nor Kyle have made the mistake of suggesting he get rid of the dog in case Deep Sky is spying on him with her. Kyle picks up the device and scans Buffy as best he can until Alex reaches out to help hold her steady. They find the first microchip easily enough. It’s just surprising how easily they also find the second one.

“They put a tracker in the dog?” Kyle shakes his head.

Alex agrees. It seems stupid with all the messed up shit they’ve done, but looking at Buffy with her upturned nose and disdainful glares and imagining her being picked out and named and then used like that makes him ache. Especially if it was in the pursuit of him. It’s not the only thing that’s wrong but Alex has always had a soft spot for animals and it’s the first thing that makes his throat tighten.

“We have to get them out of her.”

“We will,” Michael says, “first lemme make sure they don’t work.”

“It’s not going to hurt her, is it?” Alex asks as Michael reaches out.

Kyle and Michael trade looks and Alex knows his voice sounds odd but the dog’s been through enough. Especially on his behalf. A part of him thinks giving her away might be best but if Deep Sky is still using her then who knows. He could give her away and bring more people into this.

“Alex,” Michael comes around the table and stands next to him, doesn’t say anything when Alex shifts back, “look, it’s not gonna hurt her. I’m going to just disable them. We’ll figure out how to get them out of her after.”

Buffy rolls over and gives Kyle’s hands a lick before she reluctantly belly crawls to Alex. She doesn’t look thrilled about having to come to him, but she sits in between him and Michael and looks at Michael with her usual disdain. It’s not full on affection but Alex appreciates the defense all the same. He looks up at Michael.

“Okay, do it,” he says.

Michael puts his hands on Buffy’s shoulders and focuses. Alex waits for her to yelp or do anything but she just glares at Michael like this is the most ridiculous thing she’s ever been subjected to. He pulls his hands back and blinks rapidly, going a little pale. It’s one of the effects of whatever they did to him, his powers are there but using them takes more effort than it did. No-one knows when they’ll fully return.

“Kyle get the—“

Kyle gets the bin just in time for Michael to puke in it. Buffy flattens her ears and decides she’s done enough comfort one day. She trots back over to Kyle and flops on her back, bracing a paw against his arm so he has maximum access to her belly. Before Alex can think about what he’s doing his hand settles on Michael’s shoulder as he heaves. It’s another sign of how badly he’s fucked up and Michael consenting to it under duress doesn’t make him feel any better. But he forces himself to hold onto Michael’s shoulder as he empties his stomach.

“Shit that sucks,” he mutters, unthinkingly wrapping his hand around Alex’s elbow. Alex doesn’t let go of his shoulder as he wipes the back of his mouth. He looks up at Alex and gives a quick, shaky smile, “I disabled the chips on both, they’re dead,” he says.

“Thank you.”

Michael nods, looking more relieved than Alex is comfortable with at the words. He tears his eyes away to look at the love fest going on between Buffy and Kyle. It’s honestly hard to say whose fallen more for who. Alex pulls away and tries not to focus on how cold his elbow and palm feel without Michael’s signature heat.

“Now we just gotta get them out,” Michael says.

Kyle seems to be aware they are all looking at him intently. He opens his mouth to reject whatever they’re going to say and Buffy whines for him to continue the belly rubs. It’s written all over his face that of all the ways he saw his life going, this definitely wasn’t one of them. He looks down at Buffy.

“Am I still gonna be your favorite?” He asks her.

Buffy huffs.

“I think that’s a yes,” Michael says.

* “Your back hurting?”

Alex winces at the question, he thought he had done a good job of hiding it. The concern is there in Michael’s voice and it’s not well hidden at all. Alex looks over at him, seeing the guilt in his eyes.

“It’s from picking up Buffy,” he says, “she’s having trouble getting on the furniture.”

It’s almost laughable how furniture is so complicated in his house. Alex never thought the height of a seat could make such a difference in someone’s life. The perfect height for him though is apparently too much for his still overweight beagle. His best solution is to pick her up but for all her laziness Buffy isn’t good at staying put. It’s not overly painful but it’s not ideal while he’s still healing.

“Oh,” Michael says.

“She’ll get better,” Alex says, “she just has to lose some weight,” he rolls his shoulder, “and I have to heal.”

“She can’t stay off the furniture?” Michael asks. Alex glares, “just asking!” Michael says holding up his hands, “I never had a pet. I had a foster home where I wasn’t allowed on the couch once, it sucked.”

Alex doesn’t know how Michael can stand to be so casual about things like that. Mentioning something so devastating hasn’t even interrupted his rhythm in eating his fries.

“I’m sorry,” Alex says quietly. Michael acknowledges it with a quick nod, “I want her to be able to go where she wants,” he explains.

“Except maybe the bunker,” Michael points out.

“Okay maybe the bunker,” Alex agrees.

“What about stairs?” Michael asks, “they make stairs for dogs right?” His brow furrows, “your furniture is custom heigh though, right?” Then he perks up, “I can make her stairs.”

Alex almost chokes on his water. Michael’s response to everything was to throw his tools in his bunker and seal it up. Alex isn’t even sure he has the materials to build dog stairs. But it’s the first time he’s seen Michael look excited about building something.

“Are you okay with that?” He asks, “I can pay you.”

“You don’t have to,” Michael says, “if it gets Buffy to stop constantly stink eyeing me we’re good.”

“Just tell me how much they cost,” Alex says after a moment’s consideration.

He texts Michael the asked for measurements.

Michael doesn’t want to be alone with him and Alex can’t blame him. He doesn’t really want to be alone with Michael either. Not yet. It’s not until he hears the truck in the driveway that he even thinks more about it. The truck pulls in, parks and Michael gets out before Buffy starts going crazy. Alex feels a rush of affection for her.

“It’s Michael,” he says, “and he’s already almost inside.”

Buffy still puffs up like she’s done her job and Alex scratches her ears before he opens the door. Michael is standing there with two stairs in either hand and a black bag slung over his shoulder.

“Can I come in?” He asks.

“Yeah,” Alex says, his mouth dry, “of course,” he says, “come in.”

“Thanks,” Michael says. Buffy looks at him and howls. Michael glares, “the hat isn’t negotiable,” he tells her firmly, even as he takes it off and sets it aside.

Michael puts one of the stairs by the couch and hands Alex the other for his bed. Alex puts it down where it is and follows Michael to the back part of the house. Michael drops the bag and picks out a few tools before moving to the trap door.

“What’s all of this?” Alex asks.

“Eh I could tell you didn’t mean it when I said Buffy wasn’t allowed in the bunker,” he says, “so I put something together.”

“You built her an elevator?”

Michael shrugs and goes pink around the ears.

“Yeah I mean I want her to feel welcome,” he says, “and if you gotta hide I know you aren’t leaving her behind.”

Alex looks over at Buffy whose stink eyeing the stairs like she’d prefer to be carried. He wouldn’t leave her behind. He wouldn’t leave Michael behind either but just being alone in the same room is a lot. He doesn’t want to push this. He doesn’t know if Michael feels that as well.

“Can I get you anything?” He offers, “I have lemonade?”

Michael hesitates for a moment. Alex wonders if he’s read this wrong before Michael nods and Alex finds he can breathe again.

“That sounds good,” Michael says, “thanks.”

#michael guerin #alex manes #Buffy manes #Buffy the beagle #malex #michael x alex #malex fic #roswell new mexico #roswell nm fanfic #bc we all know where Buffy the princess belongs #fight me

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I’ll Be Seeing You – 1944

Kyle couldn’t stop laughing. To anyone else, they would have kept down. Discretion was key in war, but Kyle? Untouchable Kyle? Discretion didn’t exist when he got to return back to civilisation. Greetings were always done when soldiers returned back to base after not being there for weeks. He only went by weeks because there wouldn’t be any other reason the others would show relief for their return. If there was someone louder than him, definitely it would go to Aaron. Mark did his usual of going to the closest restroom to feel like a civilised individual. Kyle was finally able to take his gun off of his person, not daring to see how he looked quite yet. He needed a drink, he needed a cigarette, and he needed actual food. “Yeah, yeah, fuckin’ got them. Of course we got them while y’all sit here like zombies while we do the dirty work,” he smiled wide.

He loved it. If he said he didn’t, he’d be lying. He loved being the reliable one. The one able to take out the issue before it became a bigger one. Only those there knew because they weren’t allowed to talk about the secret weapons of the war. Honestly, he didn’t mind it. From what Kyle knew, many good things were coming his way and he was being recognised for his determination.

“Davidson!” He did his best not to roll his eyes. Usually when that voice called for him so soon, he would be leaving the following morning before he was even able to get his bearings. “Captain,” he turned at attention, just as the others did to show their respect. When he put them at ease, the others dispersed leaving Kyle to pull the cigarette out and pinch it to turn off. “I need you in the armory with the rest of the squad.” He wasn’t going to show him the amount of ammunition they didn’t use. Hell, they didn’t even use bullets half of the time when hands and teeth did the job. He knew what Kyle was thinking by raising his hand. “They brought us new toys, soldier. Just gather them and meet there at ‘o nine hundred.”

Kyle knew better than to complain about not being able to relax. That was how it always was, not being able to relax. No behaviour reports, no naps, no nothing. He couldn’t even eat. “Sir, I’ll grab some food and get them, if that’s acceptable,” he risked his dignity. Surprisingly, it was approved making Kyle sigh in relief. At least he’d eat. Aaron was already there, Kyle could see his shaved head all the way from where he stood. The majority with the same haircut… Except that one. He looked at the slicked back dark hair, perfectly placed. Familiar. But even his curiosity couldn’t get him away from the kitchen.

Both Kyle and Aaron were smacking Mark against the ass, laughing along with their full mouths. Kyle had nearly a tray of pancakes, not even taking the time to chew them. “Yeah, yeah, I heard there’s a broad with them, but she’s got a ring,” Aaron continued to ramble on about his findings. It had the assaults turning to him as they continued to the armoury. “I’ve already told your eight ball ass to stop. Like, after all this, I’m writing personal letters to these poor guys to tell ‘em about how their girls are fucking around with,” he paused to kick open the door, Mark continuing for him while he shoved another pancake in his mouth. “The biggest fat-head of them all.” Kyle elbowed him as their other friend ripped into him, he was enjoying his time for once. Food, cigarette behind his ear.

“Gentlemen,” their captain called them to attention, Kyle’s laughter shooting out of him at Aaron’s retaliation against Mark. Kyle stood near the back of the seven of them since he was the tallest – and also because he was still holding his food. Since they were still rowdy, he lifted his head. It was disrespectful, he knew, but they listened to him more than they did the captain. “Boys, give the lettuce wraps the respect, come on, they brought us more toys.”

@kadenkingsman

#kaden #40au #cryinggg

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fanficmepage · 4 years ago

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Chapter 8

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Mornings were always serene in Wayne Manor. Bruce sat across from Alfred who was reading over the morning paper. Raven sat next to her father in a high chair, happily munching on dry Cheerios. Most mornings tended to be silent beside Raven’s baby babbles. However, a question loomed heavy in the air. Ever since the official announcement of his daughter, Selina decided to try dating Bruce. She joked the only reason she called was that she wanted to know if he ever got the shoe back on. He realized that image would haunt him for the rest of his life. Bruce didn’t mind though, Raven will grow to be quite embarrassed about it. It will work out in his favor in the end.

“You have another date with Ms. Kyle tonight, sir,” Alfred never looked up from his paper, making small talk.

“As long as no interruptions, easy home date.”

“Would our little bird be joining you both tonight?” Bruce turned to his happy little baby. Raven looked back at her father with a handful of cheerios and a smile. This almost didn’t feel real. Since he wore the cowl, the calm never felt real. The small moments they all share is what makes it all worth it.

“Dada,” Raven thrust her fist of cereal towards her father followed by a mixture of giggles and her attempts to form words. Leaning over, Bruce took a piece of cereal and quickly pecked her hand. Raven quickly pulled her hand away, smiling and eating.

Bruce gazed at his little girl. He wasn’t so sure about having Raven with them. Not that she is in the way, he would honestly prefer her there. He is more concerned about Selina. There was always something familiar with her since they met. It was the way she walked. It was almost catlike, graceful, and seductive. Bruce had to admit he was falling. There was finally someone with whom he could be open emotionally. After a few dates, he was finally able to briefly speak about his parents. It was comforting to know she was also orphaned as a young child. There was an undeniable connection between them, definitely an attraction. Yet, something egged at the back of his mind, like she was hiding something. Bruce can’t judge, he probably has the most skeletons in his closet. Maybe Alfred is right about the paranoia. But tonight, his little girl will be properly introduced to Selina, “I figured a nice night in, let the two get to know each other. Selina seems to be alright with it over the phone, I’m sure things will be fine.”

“Need I remind you that it took Raven about a week to warm up to me, sir. More than likely she will get fussy if Ms. Kyle is brave enough to hold her.”

“I am sure they will interact fine, besides, Raven should start interacting with people more. It's supposed to be good for them,” Bruce recalled a few notes from a book Alfred had brought him.

Bruce never once thought he would have to pick up parenting books so soon. Yet here he is, whenever some free time was allowed he would just sit there with his baby girl in one arm and book in another. Per grunting request, he would read out loud. These times would generally end in an impromptu but well-deserved nap time for both the baby and the bat. Alfred would quietly snap pictures of the pair: the book fell from Bruce’s hand to the floor, Raven tucked into his side with a tiny fist clutching his shirt for support. She nuzzled herself deeper into Bruce’s side, smiling at the comfort of the scent and warmth of her father. It was almost as if their souls connected in these moments like nothing else existed but them. With a strong arm around her, they would sleep peacefully. There was a strangeness to their bond. Looking back at his daughter who traded Cheerios for a bottle, he knew he was gone. Bruce knew his heart was gone to the child. His child. Reaching out and gently stroking her cheek, “I am sure they will get along fine. Even if she gets too fussy, I’ll be right there.”

The paper finally set down, Alfred looked properly at Bruce. He would admit, this is not how the butler thought his life would go. Ever since Bruce decided to bear the cowl, Alfred feared to be left alone. Some nights it felt like Bruce was trying to get himself killed. With all the stabs and bullet holes, the old man’s heart hurt as if they were his wounds. He may have only been Bruce’s guardian but he loved him like he was his son. Alfred worried that maybe he was the one who drove Bruce down the path of vengeance. Little hope rested in that child, one day she would be a wonderful woman. The day Bruce would have to let her go someday. For now, they would enjoy these moments. Although, the thought of Bruce dealing with the first boyfriend was quite amusing. He would not resist her pleading eyes. Hell, Bruce couldn’t even say no to the small pout for storytime. Their lives would never be the same but maybe that was for the best.

Bruce knew that this would come to be. Blame his naivety, she played him like a fool. There was always something familiar about the cat. He should have known sooner, since the boat. It isn’t like there weren't any signs, they were clear as day. The night Selina came over for the first time and left early, Catwoman was spotted again but later than her usual patterns. Now with the canceled date, the pieces fell together while in pursuit.

Jumping across roofs, it was the way she moved that gave her away. Selina moved with grace, almost it was as if she was seducing him. Bruce couldn’t deny that a part of him still wanted her. Yet, there was no way he could come up with an excuse. The first time he put on the cowl he figured he would go after gang members keeping the city in fear. Bruce was not prepared for there to be another masked person running around Gotham as well, there had already been reports speculating the connection. Batman already was having issues gaining police trust and this was no help.

Gaining up on her, Bruce reached out and finally grabbed Catwoman’s arm. He pulled her towards him, yanking the bag of gems from her hand. A flirty smirk danced on her lips, pressing up against him, “We must stop meeting like this, Batman.”

Selina immediately lashed out, aiming for the cowl. Bruce dodged back; quickly grabbing her hands and pinning them behind her back. After a few struggling kicks, Selina finally was handcuffed and unmasked. Bruce stared, hatred filling his eyes. Hatred of himself most of all. She played him hard. A grim reminder that this path he was on did not allow personal relationships. He wanted to bring this woman into his life! Raven’s life. It is not uncommon for children of wealthy parents to be taken and held for ransom. Sometimes they aren’t returned. The thought reminded Bruce of his nightmares. Even if abduction wasn’t Selina’s style, who knows who she knew that would. Information was worth more than any diamond in Gotham’s underground. Selina hadn’t seen much of the mansion that he knew of; he did leave her alone when Raven started crying.

Without a word, Bruce lifted her over his shoulder, carrying Selina to the police cars down below. Scenarios of Raven and Alfred being hurt by his blindness hurt more than any wound that Selina could ever inflict with her claws.

Changed and showered, Bruce sat at the computer and reviewed the file he had built. How many more of these alter ego criminals will appear? Something inside of him told him that Selina would be the first of many.

Before getting lost in his head, the sound of shuffling coming from Raven’s playpen. Bruce walked over and silently watched as Raven rolled around with her stuffed animals. Their eyes met: Raven’s sparkled with joy as she reached up to her father.

“Dada,” a wide smile took over her face, Bruce smiling right back. He placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, cuddling her tighter into his chest.

“I will always protect you, my princess,” Bruce gently rocked her back and forth, finally leaving the cave. Bruce remembers the warmth and love from a time that seemed so long ago. A song played in his head, a voice he longed to hear. The melody always calmed him as a child. Stroking Raven’s back, Bruce began softly singing to his child as his mother did to him:

Am I blue? Am I blue?

Ain’t these tears in my eyes telling you?

Am I blue? You’ll be to

If each with you made

Done fell through

Was a time I was your only one

But now I’m the sad

And lonely one,

"Lawdy, " Was I gay? 'til today,

Now she’s gone and we're through,

Am I blue?

I am going to be honest, I am not happy with how Selina ended. This isn't the end, I plan on writing her back into the story. I just need to get to know her character more before re-included into the story.

On a more positive note, I always loved the song Kevin Conroy sang in Justice League. It's so calm and soothing. If I recall correctly, Bruce said it was a lullaby Martha would sing it to him as a child. Here is the link for reference: https://youtu.be/fuHwYMTxmR0

I hope you all enjoy this chapter! ❤

#batman #batfam au #batfleck #raven roth #baby au #family au #bruce wayne #bruce wayne imagine #dc #DC AU

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anjuschiffer · 5 years ago

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A Parent’s Misadventures

So... someone asked and they got a sequel (of some sorts) to Dada?

Enjoy :D

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Being a parent had its woes, but if you asked Jason and Marinette, watching their daughter grow up was rewarding, many firsts being the everlasting, heartwarming moments for them.

Her first steps brought tears to their eyes.

Jason was cleaning his bloody gear in the living room, Bridgette playing with her toys when she eyed something even better than the bean-filled water bottle- a knife.

However, the knife was on the coffee table, higher than what Bridgette can reach… unless she stood up.

So after six attempts on trying to balance herself, Bridgette stood firmly, noting her father was gawking at her, his mouth opening and closing before he scrambled to grab his phone.

Hoping it would work, Bridgette placed one foot in front of her, hearing gasps as she almost fell back, but quickly balanced herself.

It wasn’t hard. She can do this. Taking several steps towards the coffee table, she heard her parents scream and cry as she finally made it to the table, grinning as she got hold of the knife and turned to her parents for appraisal.

Her parents quickly praised, squishing her cheeks Bridgette noticing their faces pale considerably.

They ripped the knife away from her hand, Bridgette wondering why they took it away from her and proceeded to cry.

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Her first friend, a boy named Evan Johnson

The Johnsons had finished moving in next door, Marinette jumping up and down, excited to finally have a neighbor after the apartment next door being vacant for a whole two years.

She quickly prepared a quiche, blabbering to Jason how it was a family secret, giggling when she told Jason he couldn’t have some and watched as he and their daughter pouted in unison.

Of course, that pout turned into a frown when Marinette dragged him to help welcome their neighbors, a nice couple from New York.

Maya and Kyle had recently obtained a new scoop at Gotham, having to move Gotham to get it.

However, seeing as the two couldn’t find a sitter nor relatives who can watch over Evan, they brought him along, worried to death about his safety.

“Don’t worry about a thing.” Marinette stated, cutting up the quiche. “You’re in the luckiest place in Gotham. No crimes here in two years.”

“Because you made sure- hey!” Jason yelped when Mari slapped his hand as he reached for a piece.

“The Johnson’s first.” Mari growled, something in the corner of her eye catching her attention. “Is Evan still learning to walk?”

“Yes! Even though he knows how to balance himself perfectly-“ Kyle started

“He still hasn’t quite got the confidence to walk on his own.” Maya ended.

“Well,” Mari pointed towards the kitchen doorway, the four adults turning to see Bridgette guiding Evan, holding his hand.

Mari stifled a snort when she saw Jason narrow his eyes and grumble something under his breath.

“His first steps!” Maya and Kyle rejoiced, Mari smiling as she watched them fish for their cameras, praising their little tyke.

“Look at these-“

“I bet we were like that when Bridgette learned to walk.” Mari said softly, relaxing into Jason’s arm. Resting his head against Mari’s, Jason sighed.

“I bet we were… with the exception of panicking because she had a knife in her hand.”

“Well she only got it because someone thought cleaning blood covered equipment at the coffee table was a good idea.”

“Listen, there was a table. All my equipment needed cleaning. You were cooking at the kitchen table. Where else did you expect me to clean?”

Mari raised a brow. Jason gulped.

“You could’ve cleaned them outside.”

“And risk getting caught?”

“Since when did you care about that?” Jason opened and closed his mouth to fight back, but nothing came out. “I thought so.”

———

Her first pet -courtesy of Uncle Damian- a Doberman Bridgette had named Bunny.

Bunny was an energetic one year old girl, but three-year old Bridgette didn’t care

“Bridgette honey, Bunny isn’t a horse.”

“But I fit.” Bridgette reasoned, laying on top of Bunny, who simply let the child be. The tiny human was a walking heat pack after all.

“Damian, thank you for the gift.” Jason said, ruffling Damian’s hair. He wondered if he should ask Damian about any dog trainers to train Bunny into becoming a guard dog.

“Bridgette said she wanted a dog, so of course I complied with her wish.” Damian said, smiling as his niece decided to close her eyes for a quick nap.

“Damian, you’re spoiling her.”

“Mari has a point.” Jason grinned, Mari narrowing her eyes even more. “Does the animal shelter you fund have any rottweilers or pitbulls up for adoption?”

“Let me check.”

“DAMIAN. YOU BETTER NOT-”

“We do and they’re currently on their way.” Damian said with a smirk, a smirk that easily rivaled Jason’s own.

“Mon Dieu.” Mari cried, dragging her hands down her face.

------

But one of the things Marinette and Jason both wanted and yet didn’t want was that dreadful first phone call from school.

Marinette was in the middle of a consultation, already wrapping it up with her client when her two phones started to ring simultaneously.

Apologizing and quickly shoo-ing the client away, Mari picked both phones up, having her personal phone on speaker while she held the other one close to her ear. As soon as she heard Jason speaking on her private phone, she quickly told him to be silent for a while when her business phone started to speak.

“Is this Miss Todd’s number?”

“Speaking.”

“I apologize for disrupting your busy schedule-”

“Don’t worry about that.”

“Thank you, but I still do apologize for your first phone call from your daughter’s school to be about… this.”

Now worried, Marinette quickly starts packing her things, muttering a few words to Jason before making handwritten notes for her secretary, giving it to her as she left.

“Did something happen to Bridgette? Mon Dieu! Is she okay?”

“She is, but the other child isn’t.” A scream was heard in the background, causing Marinette to quicken her walk towards the elevator. “Can you please come to the school as soon as you can?”

“Of course! I’ll be there in 15 minutes!”

-----

Jason howled with laughter, Marinette flushed with embarrassment, slapping Jason’s arm in hopes of calming him down, but it had the opposite effect. His howls grew louder.

“I-I see… so that’s what happened.” Marinette said quietly, wondering where they went wrong… or rather right...

“We know that it was an accident and apologies were exchanged, but we want to prevent this from happening again in the future.”

“Of course, Madam Daichi.” Marinette got up and bowed, gesturing Jason to do the same. “We’ll talk with Bridgette to prevent this from happening again.”

With that, the two parents left the principal’s office, picking up Bridgette from her classroom along the way.

“We’re going to have a long talk Catherine.”

-----

“So Bridgette, did you really punch Olwin square on his jaw?” Jason asked sternly, Bridgette fidgeting under her father’s gaze.

The trip home was quiet, Bridgette possibly able to hear one of her mother’s sewing needles if they dared drop inside the car. Not a single word was uttered as they made their way to her room.

“I didn’t mean to, but he didn’t want to lend Petunia the paint brush and he even pushed her. So I punched him.” Bridgette pursed her lips, retraining herself from crying, baring the stinging of her eyes. “I’m going to be grounded, aren’t I?”

Jason’s attitude quickly flipped, picking up his daughter, spinning her around, laughing as he did. Bridgette was left dumbfounded at her father’s behavior. Didn’t she do something wrong?

“That’s my girl!” Jason praised, putting Bridgette down, ruffling her hair. “Your form was great! Really proud of you!”

“Jason!” Marinette cried out, standing next to him with her arms crossed. Jason sheepishly smiled, yelping when Mari pinched his arm. “You weren’t suppose to talk about her stance. Yes it was perfect but we didn’t teach her to punch properly if she was going to punch a classmate.”

“But Maman! Olwin-”

“Bridgette. Catherine. Todd.” Marinette sternly said, enunciating each name. “Yes, he did something wrong, but that was not the way to handle it.”

“So what did you want me to do?”

“Speak up.” Mari said softly, wrapping her arms around her girl, feeling Bridgette do the same. “You could’ve gotten a teacher to help you mon chou. That’s what they are there for. To help.”

“What if that didn’t work.”

“That’s when you take it upon yourself to act.” Marinette said, gently pushing Bridgette away from her, noticing tears stream down her cheeks.” Promise me you’ll talk with a teacher first before you decide to punch another child again.”

“I promise.”

-----

Oh how Marinette wished to have made Bridgette also promise to not talk about her side job as well as Jason’s.

“-so it caused us a great amount of concern when we saw her drawing.”

“I understand.” Marinette said, looking at the picture in her hands. Oh how she wanted to curl up and stay hidden forever.

There on the white sheet of paper was Jason and Marinetter, or should she say RED HOOD and LADYBIRD!

Oh mon Dieu!

“So why exactly did Bridgette say-”

“My husband and I helped out a close friend of ours with a short film in regards to the two vigilantes of Gotham.” Marinette said in one breath, giving the principal a smile. “I think you’ve heard of him, Nino Lahiffe?”

“That’s right!” The principal said, clapping her hands together. “He did mention making a film with Red Hood and Ladybird as his next project!”

“That’s right!” Marinette said through her teeth, glad that Lady Luck hadn’t left her side. “He needed to someone to do a quick visual for his project and seeing as he needed help, we offered him our help, so-”

------

After giving Bridgette an earful as to why she couldn’t talk about their jobs as vigilantes to her friends, Marinette and Jason had to leave to go to ‘work.’

Tying up the criminal with zip-ties, Ladybird let out a sigh.

“What’s wrong this time mon lutin?” Red Hood asked, throwing the other criminal over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

“Do you think I went too far on Bridgette?”

“Of course not.” Red Hood said, noticing that his words had no effect on her. “Okay, maybe a little.”

“But she can’t speak about this.” Ladybird motioned to her getup, to her black leather jacket and all black spandex suit. Five red dots laid on her chest. The mark of the ladybug Jason called them. “We can’t make her a target for the criminals of Gotham.”

“I know sweetheart.” Red Hood said softly, nudging his helmet against her forehead. “But Bridgette doesn’t need to be sheltered and protected like some fragile jewel. She’s strong. She can protect herself. She has us, the rest of my family, ready to have her back if anything were to happen to her.”

Ladybird let out a sigh, a small smile gracing her lips.

“You’re right. We’ll always protect her.”

“Always.” Red Hood repeated, hauling the criminal Ladybird had tied up onto his other shoulder. “Though, you have to admit, Cathy talking about us as her heroes was kinda cool.”

“You mean adorable.” Ladybird corrected, smiling at the thought. He was right. Bridgette thought they were heroes. She loved them. They were her heroes

“Now come on. We have a tiny robin awaiting us back at the nest.”

With a nod, the duo disappeared into the night, not being able to bare another second away from their robin.

What happened earlier that day...

Bridgette watched a shadow loom over her, already knowing who it was. With a grin she looked up at her teacher.

“What did you draw Bridgette?”

“My family!” Bridgette said with a smile, the teacher giving her a nervous laugh. Why was one of her ‘parents’ drawn with what appeared to be guns at each of their sides? And why did the other figure have a person under their foot?

“I-Is that so?”

“Yeah!” Bridgette smiled even more as she intensified the red on her father’s drawing, but shortly stopped. Was there something wrong with the picture of her parents?

Sure, they don’t look the same, but they were still the same people, with or without the masks.

They kept her safe, they kept others safe.

They protected everyone in Gotham…what was wrong with that?

“Who are they supposed to be?” Olwin scoffed, looking at her drawing with disgust. Standing up in annoyance, Bridgette lifted her drawing into the air, catching the attention of her classmates.

“This is the drawing of my parents! They’re my heroes! I love them a lot!” She smiled when her classmates ‘ooed’ and ‘awed’ at her drawing. “After tucking me into bed, they become your heroes too!”

“W-what do you mean by that sweetie?” The teacher asked, only to be ignored by the tiny girl.

“Do they fight bad guys?”

“You bet they do! They go pow!” Brigette said, punching into the air, making Olwin flinch. “And bam! The bad guys never cross them twice! Maman and Papa are too strong to be taken down!”

Her classmates cheered and made a racket with their toys, the teacher attempting to calm them down, but to no avail.

“Do they have cool powers?”

“No, but Maman uses her very,very, heavy -hundred times heavy- yo-yo and knocks their fu- frogging lights off.” Bridgette exclaims, quickly remembering what happened when her mom caught her saying something her dad usually says. “Papa has these really, really quiet guns that when he goes pew, pew, it’s really hard to hear them. But that makes the bad guys super scared of him and they shi- slip on their own pee-pee and run away!”

Oh god. She almost cursed again. She will not suffer through that punishment ever again. Ever.

The teacher began to panic when a cult started to form in her classroom, the children cheering as Bridgette continued to answer questions, the teacher finally deciding to call for backup.

Oh how Bridgette wished she kept quiet about her parent’s hero jobs.

Little did she know she knew she was going to get an earful from her mother that evening and have to clean her neighbor’s apartment as punishment.

And no, she wasn’t referring to Evan’s house. She was talking about Mr. Perri’s apartment…

Mr.Perri… the many with two rooms filled to the brim with insects from all around the world…

Insects that terrified the shit out of her…

Oh how Bridgette wished she didn’t let Olwin get under her skin… if only she kept that secret to herself.

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our fainted thrill carries on (2/13)

chapter 2 of my season 2 fix-it! warning: ptsd, panic attacks, dissociation, vague suicidal ideation, and biphobia because clearly we’re having a depression party this chapter. What more could you ask from a Michael Guerin centric chapter though?

part one

ao3

“Okay, what the hell is wrong with you?”

Michael looked up to Isobel, eyebrow raised. He wouldn’t lie, he had a solid amount of acetone in his coffee that morning, but that seemed to be the only thing that made him stop wanting to put his head through a wall at all times. He understood grief, he did, but he was tired of feeling it. He was tired of feeling anything.

“Didn’t realize I did something wrong,” he said, shifting in his seat.

Alex’s jeans were tighter than his, but he’d slept a little late and didn’t have time to go back to the Airstream before heading to go with Isobel to the funeral home. She said she needed support going through that which made sense enough to him. She’d dialed up the acting while they were there, but now that they were headed to the Crashdown, she wasn’t too happy with his performance.

“You’ve been spacy all day when I needed you,” she said. Michael sighed, taking the key out of the ignition as he parked.

“I’m sorry.”

“Are you? Because I feel like you’re not helping anyone. You’re not helping Liz figure out about what’s going on with Max, you’re not helping me with my powers, you’re apparently ignoring Maria according to Liz, and I finally drag you out of your boy toy’s cabin in the woods and you can’t even help me plan this stupid fucking funeral,” Isobel said, her voice on edge. Michael stared forward, feeling that little soothing part of his mind calling to him. He liked that part of his mind. So what if he lost time in it, so what if it made him useless. He didn’t feel this way when he was there. “Are you seriously spacing out on me again?”

Michael didn’t blame her for being irritable. He knew she was dealing with a lot. If he had to plan a funeral for his abuser, he’d probably be the same way. He wondered if he ever would have to plan a funeral ever. Would he have to for Max? Would he have to for Isobel? Alex? His mom?

His mom. She didn’t get one. Maybe she should. How would he do that? He had no body to bury. Maybe he could go back to Caulfield. Would Alex go with him? No, Alex was mad at him. He didn’t say it, but he was. He had to be. He was the reason Alex almost died and he kissed Maria and he kept breaking into his house. He had to be mad.

Michael slowly warped back into reality, shaking his head as everything seemed to spin and his heart began to either skip beats or did too many, he couldn’t tell. He was too tired for this. What time was it?

“Michael!” Isobel yelled. He jumped, looking over at her with wide eyes. He didn’t mean to forget she was there, it sort of just happened. But she looked worried and guilt flooded him again. “Are you okay? Seriously, what is going on? You’re scaring me.”

“I’m okay,” he said. She still eyed him like she didn’t buy it, like she didn’t trust him. She never did.

“Michael, I need you to tell me if something’s wrong, okay? It’s hard enough without Max, but my connection with you… It doesn’t feel right,” she said. He didn’t know what to say to that. Honestly, he didn’t know what to say to anything anymore. He needed a nap.

“I’m okay,” he repeated, “Let’s go inside.”

She watched him as he got out of the truck and followed, both of them taking a seat in a booth. He tried his best to stay aware as they ordered and made meaningless small talk, but his head felt too heavy for his shoulders.

“Hey,” Isobel said, softer this time after plates were placed in front of them, “What happened?”

“When?”

“Before Max died. What happened? What happened to make you off?” she asked. He didn’t answer. “I’m sorry I didn’t ask before, but I’m asking now.”

Michael pushed around his fries with his fingers, looking for the most cooked one to start with. He realized he didn't have much of an option.

“You remember how I said Alex knows everything?” Michael said, his voice sounding like it was his, yet not quite feeling like it was coming from his mouth, “So does his dad.”

“What do you mean?” Isobel asked carefully. He picked up a fry and brushed the salt off one of the sides.

“His dad knows, I said that to you before,” he said simply, his foot rubbing against the fabric of his jeans. Alex’s jeans. They were rougher, worn less, a little too tight, a little less comfy. The only way he was taking them off is if someone killed him first. “But he had some aliens in captivity.”

“What?” Isobel breathed, her voice cracking. He didn’t look at her, but he knew her well enough that her hand was going to cover her mouth.

“I met my mom there,” Michael said, shrugging his shoulder as he settled into his seat a little more and looked at her. If he said it like it didn’t matter, then maybe he could make it feel that way too. It’s not like he knew her long and Alex was looking into her, so… It was fine. It was fine. “But I blew her up, so.”

“You did what?” Isobel said, eyes wide and face going pale.

Thankfully, someone walked up and their conversation had to stop.

“Hey,” Maria’s sweet voice said, giving them both smiles. Michael managed a smile back as she turned to him. “How are you?”

“I’m fine,” he said. She nodded, licking her lips gently as she stared at him. She was so pretty. Why was everyone so pretty?

“Uh, I’ve been trying to call you the last couple days and you haven’t come around the Pony, so I was kind of getting worried,” Maria admitted, giving a glance Isobel’s way for a moment, “I heard about Noah. I’m sorry for your loss.”

“Thank you,” Isobel said, using that voice that she used when she wanted to be believable. Michael was convinced that no one actually believed that. Except Maria nodded and slowly moved her eyes back to Michael.

“I just want you to know that the Pony’s always open for you, okay? Just… if you want it, it’s there. I’m there,” she offered. He looked at her and considered her offer. She was pretty and she was nice and he was a disaster. He wasn’t interested in ruining someone else.

“Okay,” he said.

As if his ears were burning, Isobel’s phone lit up. Where was his phone?

“It’s Alex,” Isobel said, using that same voice because Maria was still there, “He wants to show us that space he found for the funeral.”

That was a cover. What that really meant was that he’d found a space to use as a lab. Military clearance, he’d said. He had a whole team now that he’d re-upped. Michael didn’t realize that it was only a few papers he had to sign‒something he did before he even told Michael he was going to do it‒and he didn’t realize it meant he’d be getting up at 5 o’clock every weekday morning now to go for a run. Did he have a trail that he ran along? Was it smooth enough? He needed to take a look at it, make sure it was safe and sturdy and‒

“Oh,” Maria said, blinking like those words that Isobel said meant something to her specifically, “You’re… talking to Alex.”

“Aren’t you?” Isobel said, voice clipped and facade fading as time passed. Maria gave her a shocked look. “Sorry, I’m just… on edge.”

“Yeah, I understand,” Maria said, shifting as she looked at Michael again, “I’ll talk to you later?”

“Okay,” he agreed. She nodded and left.

“Michael Guerin, you need to explain yourself right now.”

She paid the bill. He said nothing.

“This used to be an Indian boarding school. My grandmother told me some, uh, pretty rough stories. When it shut down, the Air Force acquired the land and it’s been untouched for 40 years, but it’s monitored by me. Maybe we can give it a better purpose.”

Alex led the string of people into the building, using his Captain’s voice to try and distance himself from what was going on. It’d been a week since things took a really dark turn and he was still determined to be professional about it. They wanted to bring Max back and that put them all in danger. It was his job to protect them.

“Top-of-the-line security. Can’t be hacked,” Alex said.

“What’d you tell your team?” Liz asked, first in line to watch. He didn’t look over, not wanting to know the way any of them looked at him while he handled things like this. As much as he wanted to protect them, he also wanted to keep the relationship he had with them separate from his work mindset. That’s what had them all not really down for him being around in the first place.

“They didn’t ask questions. They obey my orders.”

Alex scanned himself into the locked-up room, pushing the door open. The room was disheveled, dirty, and unused, but he figured it was better than someplace unsafe. They could clean it up to par relatively quickly if they all pitched in.

“So, this is our headquarters now?” Isobel asked, stepping in deeper with her arms crossed over her chest.

“Yes,” Liz answered in a breath.

Alex stood beside the door as they all took in the space. Michael lingered by the door as well, eyes not quite there as he moved in jeans that didn’t belong to him. Kyle sighed as he swiped his finger across the dirty desk and Alex had to smile. At least they had a doctor to make sure it was up to medical cleanliness.

“That means this is a safe space,” Isobel said, turning on her heel. Alex was surprised to see that her eyes were on him. “So now I’m going to ask what the hell your father was doing holding aliens captive that you neglected to tell us about?”

“What?” Liz asked, turning to him looking betrayed without any information.

Alex felt his chest clench at the unexpected question, but he didn’t let himself react physically. Instead, he glanced over to the other two men in the room. Kyle looked shocked at the abruptness as well, but Michael still seemed spaced out. He was like that a lot lately. He made a mental note to ask him about that when he talked to him about other things.

“Right, I guess we should all discuss what we know then, shouldn’t we?” Alex said, all eyes on him.

It took a while, but he laid it out on the table. What he knew about Project Shepard, what he knew about his father, and everything that he found at Caulfield. He kept most of the crucial information about that day to himself, deciding that was more of Michael’s thing to share. But he explained everything he knew otherwise.

“So, wait, how long have you known? I thought you found out from Kyle,” Liz said, sounding a little angry. He just smiled through it, brutally reminded about his conversations with Rosa about her.

“I thought you found out through Michael,” Isobel said, just as irritated.

“And I thought we were nicer to people who risk their entire lives for us, but I guess not,” Michael mentioned. They all looked to him. What a better way to get attention when you spoke than to stay silent for an hour? But, nonetheless, he seemed more aware in that moment. Whether that was a good thing or a bad thing, Alex wasn’t sure. “You guys didn’t tell him anything either, he doesn’t owe you anything.”

“Except he knew about our people, Michael,” Isobel said, “That is our business.”

“And he has access to decades of alien medical tests that he neglected to tell me about,” Liz added.

“They weren’t medical tests, it’s documented torture porn,” Kyle jumped in, shaking his head, “Alex is doing us a favor by going through it first and trying to see what can be salvaged.”

Which he was, mainly for Michael. And that was rough. He was starting with the paperwork, but he knew there was footage. Lots and lots of footage that he’d downloaded all to the privacy of his cabin’s set-up so he didn’t have to go through the shitty Project Shepard bunker and risk getting shot at.

“Right. I’ll let you know if anything I find is worth anything,” he said, “But so far, most of it is outdated or just wrong. They didn’t view them as people.”

That still didn’t seem to settle with them, but he didn’t have much more to say. In fact, he was done. The plan was to go home and read some more.

“Listen, I have to go. You all have full access to this room in particular,” he said simply, “Guerin, can I speak with you for a minute?”

Michael looked at him like he hadn’t expected that, but nodded. When Isobel rolled her eyes in a mocking way, he ignored it. He wasn’t in the mood to deal with them being irritated when he’d given them a workspace.

Alex and Michael walked a little down the hall, just private enough that he could talk to him.

“It’s about your mother,” Alex said softly, dropping the Captain’s voice with ease when it was just them, “I found out that she was brought into Caulfield in October of 1948.”

“A year after the crash,” Michael breathed, eyebrows furrowed like he didn’t understand. Alex nodded.

“I’m going to keep looking to see what I can find, but… I do have her file. I’ll leave it on the couch for you when you come home,” he said and then immediately regretted it. He couldn’t just act like they lived together. Just because Michael crashed on his couch, didn’t mean it was home for him. But Michael didn’t react.

“Okay,” he said.

Alex stared at him for a moment, watching his eyes slowly slip out of focus and start to slowly, slowly glaze over. It was strange and he seemed to simply just shut down at the information. He took a step closer, pushing his luck as he stepped into Michael’s space. Carefully, his fingers grazed the outside of his arm. His hair stood up.

“Hey,” Alex said softly, tilting his head to try and get him to focus on him, “Hey, what’s going on?”

Michael blinked a few times, coming back with a weird reset. “I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not,” Alex said bluntly, “What’d we say about honesty?”

Michael stared at him for a little bit longer and Alex waited patiently. There was no pressure. They stayed close, staring. For a moment, he loved him even more. Wasn’t that bullshit?

“I think I need to take a nap,” Michael decided, firmly reminding Alex that that feeling was indeed bullshit.

“That’s it?” Alex asked. Michael stared at him for a few seconds too long before he nodded. “It’s not about Caulfield or Max or anything?”

“Why would it be about that?” he wondered. Alex closed his hand around Michael’s forearm and gave him a soft squeeze.

“I’m headed to the cabin, do you wanna come with me?” Alex asked, sliding his grip down to his wrist. Michael shook his head, pulling out of his grasp and going back to the room.

Something was wrong. Very wrong.

Alex was home for maybe all of fifteen minutes before a rhythmic knocking sounded at his door.

He’d already shed his prosthetic for the night and gotten comfortable on his chair to search through more files, so he really didn’t want to get up. However, if someone had driven all the way out to the cabin, it was probably important and, if it was Michael, he would’ve just unlocked the door on his own. So Alex made sure everything was saved before he closed his laptop and grabbed his crutches, heading towards the door. When he saw Maria on the other side, he was a little more than shocked.

“Hi,” she said, smiling. He eyed her questionably. They hadn’t talked in awhile, hadn’t talked since she promised she wouldn’t go after Michael. He felt a little burned, but another part of him still felt that familiar need to be nice. He didn’t want to lose more friends even if they hurt him. “I was thinking we could talk?”

“About what?” he asked. She didn’t answer right away, plastering on her biggest smile.

“Can I come in?”

Reluctantly and against his better interest, he stepped to the side. Maria entered and made herself welcome, looking around the cabin she’d never actually seen before.

“I like the place,” she said, “It looks…”

“Like a cabin,” he said easily, lowering himself back onto his chair while she stayed standing, “I haven’t really put any effort into sprucing it up or anything.”

“Yeah, but I think it’s fitting,” Maria said. She was making small talk, trying to think of how to broach the topic she really came here for. Michael. It had to be Michael.

And that made him increasingly aware of the folded jeans and t-shirts that were on the couch next to the blanket and pillow he used every night. Alex could lie and say it was his, but that would be hard to justify when he didn’t wear shit like that. He just had to hope she didn’t notice or didn’t ask.

“So…” Maria trailed off.

“Out with it,” he said as light-heartedly as he could.

“You know me too well,” she laughed, but it was forced and they both knew it, “Um, so… How would you feel about me possibly going out with Michael? I mean, I know he’s your ex and everything, but that was in high school and things are different now and, I don’t know, I think he may have had a change of heart.”

Alex stared at her. He could’ve taken everything she said with ease, but that last little part. That last little part felt like a dig specifically for him. Change of heart, gay phase, what’s the difference‒right? His jaw set. Maybe he didn’t mind if she noticed his clothes.

“He said that?” Alex asked, trying his damnedest not to let on his feelings. That always made people change what they were going to say, always made them stop being honest. Maria looked him over.

“I mean, not in so many words, but… Well, I was hoping it’d be okay if I tried to go for it? You know, see what could happen and stuff,” she said, shrugging like it didn’t mean anything. He just kept staring.

“I’m not the boss of either of you.”

“I know, I’m just… I don’t wanna hurt your feelings when you see us together,” she said. When, not if. He smiled easily, jealousy pooling in his stomach, but he tried his best to ignore it so he didn’t blow his cover. He also wasn’t about to tell her anything that he was unsure if Michael wanted her to know. Their past, or not-so-distant past, wasn’t really any of her business at the moment.

“So you want my permission?” he asked. She smiled, shrugging.

“Maybe,” she said, voice sounding like he’d already given it.

“Well, I don’t really care what you do,” he said, his eyes drifting towards the clothes on his couch. Her eyes inevitably followed and he could hear the switch in her breathing when it registered. As much as he wanted to smile, that made him feel petty, so he didn’t. “Out of curiosity, what’d you mean by change of heart?”

He felt bad. He was a bad friend for this, but, fuck, he was tired. Tired of her lying and then skirting around him for a week before coming to ask. Tired of feeling like he had no idea where he stood with Michael. Tired of not being able to help anyone the way he wanted. Tired of the idea that he was simply an outlier to Michael’s sexuality. And, perhaps most importantly in that moment, terrified of what would happen if she tried to have a conversation like that with him when he was in the state of mind he’d been hovering in the past week.

“I just,” Maria started, clearing her throat as she looked at him. He wondered if he’d really pushed all of his friends away outside of Kyle. Liz thought he’d changed and Maria was scared to fucking talk to him. Maybe he deserved it. “I haven’t ever seen him with guys, so I thought maybe…”

“I can’t really talk about this for him, it isn’t my place,” Alex said, shrugging, “But he’s allowed to like whatever, he doesn’t have to have a change of heart.”

Maria stared at him for a moment, piecing together his words. He tried not to feel so prideful or territorial, but he couldn’t help himself. He was only human and he was irritated.

“Okay, so I guess I’ll have to talk to him about it,” she said firmly. He smiled and nodded, not missing the passive aggressive tone in her voice.

“I think that’s a good idea, he knows more about it than I do,” Alex said. Maria nodded and looked around once more, trying to figure out a nice way to configure a reason to leave. He just waited. This is why he didn’t have friends.

“Um, I guess I’ll see you around then?” she said, “Sorry if this was awkward. I really just needed to make sure you wouldn’t be upset.”

“Yeah, no, you do you,” Alex promised, nodding his head. Maria smiled.

“Bye, Alex.”

“Bye.”

If he felt a little proud of himself for not completely caving, well, that was his business.

The handprint had faded.

He wasn’t sure how long he stayed staring at Max’s pod alone. He wasn’t actually sure how he got there. Most of his day was blurry. He remembered helping to clean out the new lab, but he’d had a little too much acetone and cut his hand open on one of the tables. Then it was a blur again and now he was sitting in front of Max, a bandana wrapped around his hand, and his arms wrapped around his legs as he rocked back and forth slightly. It was comforting at the very least.

It turns out, being connected to someone who wasn’t there on the other side felt a whole lot better than an empty signal all together.

Staring into the glowing pod that showed his brother’s face right back to him felt like some type of middle ground for him to slowly let himself go. As much as he didn’t want to think, he needed to eventually and this felt like the only safe space. There was no one here to judge him and he still had the gentle hum the pods seemed to give off.

With a deep breath, he tried to relax. Tried to just accept whatever feeling hit him. He couldn’t keep doing this, couldn’t keep zoning out. He was going to actually hurt someone if he couldn’t even remember how he hurt himself. He needed to just push past this. He could be sad, he’d been sad for years, that was fine. This was different and he needed to stop.

Except that was easier said than done.

“Just fucking face it,” he whispered to himself, still rocking as he focused on the pod and Max. Was it weird that he was kind of jealous? Part of him wanted to climb inside his own pod and have just a moment of peace. “Do it. Your mom is dead, Max is dead, your hand is fucked, Alex hates you, Maria hates you, Isobel hates you, face it. Face it. Just fucking face it.”

Turns out that exposure therapy didn’t work if it was all of the things at once.

“Suck it up. You’re fine,” Michael told himself as his breathing slowly got heavier, “God, you’re such a baby. Suck it up. Get over it, for fuck’s sake.”

Tears brimmed his eyes as it slowly became harder to breathe and even the hum of the pods didn’t help. Looking at Max’s face only made it worse and a helpless sob squeezed his throat. A groan ripped through his chest as he tried to push it away, but his heart ached and he just hurt. He felt so fucking guilty. Why was he even still here? What was the fucking point? All he did was ruin everyone better than him. That was it. Why was he alive when his mom and Max weren’t?

He had to get away from Max, so he bolted for his truck. His hands were shaking so bad he couldn’t get his keys in the ignition. His head hit the steering wheel as he sobbed loudly, unable to stifle it as it wracked through his body. He couldn’t help it. It was like he opened the door and it wouldn’t close. He could feel how much his mom must hate him for being so stupid, he could feel how much Max was pissed at how ungrateful he was, he could feel how angry Maria was for not being good enough, he could feel how angry Alex was for not being good enough, he could feel how angry Isobel was for him not being good enough. He wasn’t enough. He wasn’t enough.

He gasped desperately, choking right after as he cried harder. Blood seeped through the bandana as he squeezed his hand closed. He needed to stop. He needed… he needed…

The truck started without the key in the ignition and he had to assume his powers had worked for him. Shaky hands aside, he put the truck in drive and started speeding. Fuck it if he got pulled over. He couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t think, he was miserable.

He was pathetic.

And as all pathetic men were, he was desperate for someone who didn’t want him back. And he was pathetic enough to go there.

Somehow, he made it to Alex’s without crashing and didn’t bother locking up as he went for the door, heart still pounding and head still spending and self-hatred seeping into his bones. He just wanted Alex. He just needed a few minutes and he could fix the rest himself. He just needed a little push.

Michael couldn’t breathe and he couldn’t focus enough to unlock the door, so he knocked and called for him like the fucking loser he was. His voice was something akin to some legend of a weeping widow, distraught and saddened with grief and anger and desperation.

The door opened all too quickly and Alex wasted not a single moment to pull him into his arms, cradling him into his chest like he deserved it. He didn’t, but god it was easy to believe when he held him like that. He dropped his crutches to the side and leaned against the wall, holding Michael to him and slowly sliding them both to the ground.

“Shh, it’s okay, I’m here,” Alex promised. A brand new layer of guilt leaked into his system. He didn’t deserve him, he didn’t deserve him at all. He didn’t deserve comfort. He deserved misery. Not Alex. “I got you, I’m here.”

Selfishly, he curled into him and let him hold him and shush him and rock him. He pressed kisses that he didn’t deserve to his head and he whispered reassuring words against his scalp. He held him so tight that it should’ve been making it harder to breathe, but it really seemed to be the only reason he was breathing at all anymore.

“What happened here?” Alex asked once his sobs subsided, gently picking up his hand. It should’ve been healed and he should’ve loved it, but the whole thing throbbed and it now had a nasty cut on it and he couldn’t tell whether the pain in it was from the cut or something else.

“I don’t know,” Michael sniffled, voice just as achy as he felt. Alex nodded and closed his hand around it, applying just the right amount of pressure that Michael felt a distinct feeling of relief. “I’m sorry,” he apologized, still trying to get stable enough to function as those thoughts in his mind slowly got quieter in favor of Alex’s presence, “I’m sorry I’m like this. I’m sorry I do this.”

“Hey, it’s okay, we all need a little help sometimes,” Alex promised, voice so sweet that it wasn’t fair, “It’s okay.”

“I’m sorry I need help,” Michael nearly whined, “I wish I didn’t. I wish I didn’t. I don’t want it. I don’t want it. I don’t…”

“Hey, I said honesty. This is honest and I’m so proud of you,” Alex said, his words sending a wave of warmth through his bloodstream, “But how about I’ll call you next time I need help and you can make up for it.”

Michael sniffled harshly, “You promise?”

Alex kissed his head, letting it linger for a long while. He kept it there until Michael took four even breaths in a row.

“I promise.”

#malex #malex fic #michael guerin #alex manes #roswell new mexico #my fic #our fainted thrill carries on

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whoson1st · 5 years ago

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Are you in the official King Falls server at all? Just trying to get an idea of what's going on and who knows what's going on

Hoooooo BOISE.

So, long story short, yes. Yes I’m in the discord, yes I know what’s going on, and it’s all really, really stupid. I think that there were mistakes made on a lot of fronts, but I also think that the end result is, in a lot of ways, a long time coming.

I haven’t been responding to things I’ve seen on social media for the most part, and wasn’t REALLY keen to respond to this, but there’s also a lot of misinformation happening due to hurt feelings. There’s plenty of abridged accounts of what’s going on, and I’m pretty sure you know that. I’m taking this question on good faith that it’s genuinely asking and not setting me up to get torn down but...honestly, either way, I don’t care. I’m not on tumblr much these days anyway so it doesn’t really matter, and internet drama is just….it’s always dumb. But there’s a lot of “evidence” being put forth that is out of context or in bad faith, and the people who are being the loudest are a whole lot of the problem, so I’ll put in my account and opinions.

Anyway, I’m putting everything under a cut because it’s...a lot.

So first off, full disclosure, I used to be a mod on the discord. I left the team at the beginning of the year of my own volition because I’m an adult with a job and a life and things to take care of that aren’t that and needed a break. I’m still friends with all the current mods, and talk to them regularly, as well as being on good terms with the cast and creators. Just in case you’re dead set on hating any of them, you should know that. I try to keep a pretty good perspective, and I’m a little more removed than I was a few months ago, but I won’t say I’m totally free of bias either. If that’s what you’re into, just go ahead and skip this.

This all started with a piece of fan art, which honestly should be a clue as to how petty this all is. The fanart included The Dirt in a BDSM outfit as part of a larger work, and it was posted in the fanart section of the discord. It was bordering on NSFW, and the artist maybe should have asked the mods and/or put it behind a spoiler tag--which is probably as far as the mods would have gone had they been consulted, because it was 1) part of a larger thing and 2) canon compliant (it’s Jacob Williams, what do you want?). Neither of those things happened, people complained, the art was taken down. Then Kyle Brown, one of the writers, retweeted the copy that had been uploaded to twitter on his personal account--his account, not KFAM official--and someone complained that it made them uncomfortable and was not safe for work. Another cast member, Trent Shumway, replied that twitter isn’t a safe for work site, which it’s not. Which then led to both Kyle and Trent being socially crucified for not taking more care in what their followers see on their personal accounts on an open social media platform that is not dedicated to any single person or work.

It was already stupid. Really, really stupid. Especially since this is not a SFW podcast. It never has been. Everyone remember the third episode with Archie’s pomchies? And I know that certain aspects of that make people uncomfortable but if you are choosing to listen to the show regardless of that, it’s on you. An artist isn’t going to repaint something because you’re not a fan of green. And the SFW rule on the server has always been “within the guidelines of the show”.

So then, someone made this post that has since been deleted but I’m including mostly because if other people want to go ahead and pull receipts, I’m also going to.

Before I go ANY further with this, I want to say this: this person has been a problem for a LONG TIME. Months, at least, since before I left the mod team, and is honestly part of the reason being a mod became so difficult for me. They have displayed a pattern of abuse of the mods, the creators, and other members of the community on both twitter and tumblr, and have made people on the discord server uncomfortable enough that they either don’t participate or have left completely. This one person. And they have a bully squad behind them. And it sucks. But in the end, it was always decided that we couldn’t police what people did on their individual accounts or single someone out who hadn’t technically broken guidelines in the server, despite numerous complaints, because the mods and creators want to make everyone feel that they’re included. This decision was made...numerous times. After multiple incidents. For months.

I had my own issues with this decision, but that’s neither here nor there, and doesn’t really matter anymore. Because that post was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

Kyle, misunderstanding the term, took it as a threat. Not hard to do, given the already heightened emotions, the tags, and this person’s history. So the person was immediately banned. The fact is, even without misunderstanding, that’s a really shitty post. That’s hating one a writer and a cast member and still wanting to pretend they have nothing to do with the THING THEY CREATE because this person doesn’t like what they said on twitter.

Following that, one of their friends--who had also been a longstanding problem--attempted to start a knockdown dragout in the general chat with one of the mods over this, and was upset when the mod in question first said they’d be happy to talk on DM but not on the server, and then ignored them when they repeatedly tried to carry on the argument.

Then they lit a candle in the channel the banned person had pitched a fit in order to form, as if the person was dead and not just a jerk. And then they made this post:

They also got banned, because OBVIOUSLY. Again, misunderstanding or not, that’s a horrible way to deal with it. You can’t possibly expect to call someone an illiterate fuckwad and still want to be included in spaces they created, much less EXPECT to be.

And then several other people who were attempting the same nonsense publicly. And then invites were taken away when the mods got word that there was a possible plan in the works to spam the server. And there’s a weird campaign to EXPOSE THE CREATORS FOR THE ASSHOLES THEY ARE.

And that’s...about where things are at now. A lot of people are upset and hurt across the board. And it sucks.

Here’s the thing. Mistakes were made. Kyle misunderstood Death of the Author, and has a tendency toward knee-jerk, unedited reactions. The mods should have been more on top of the problem and not let it fester. There were ways that this could have been mitigated and done better. There always are.

But this was always going to happen in some fashion.

Podcasts and podcast communities are not new anymore, folks. But it still seems like people have a hard time grasping their actual level of involvement in the creation because of how active some creators are. You’re free to say whatever you want, but you are not free from consequence. And you’re not exempt from being wrong. This isn’t just a matter of the creators of KFAM--or any work, to be honest--not being able to take criticism, this is a matter of people thinking that their criticism is 100% correct 100% of the time, and the entitled attitude that comes with that. KFAM isn’t perfect, I have my own criticisms of it, because I have criticisms about basically everything under the sun, so it’s not just blind following. But it is trust in the creators and the people around them to find the best way to tell their story, to the see their problems and strive for better. And we’ve literally seen that happen in KFAM, in changes made to Walt, in Emily’s storyline, in Lily’s...everything. In the addition of “guys, gals, and non-binary pals”. They’re trying. They’re not perfect, but they’re not deaf. They’re also not obligated or beholden to everything their audience says regarding their story.

The whole argument that they can’t take criticism is undercut when it’s being made by people who think that everything they say should be taken as gospel, and treat every instance where someone disagrees with them as a personal attack. The scope of hypocrisy here is just...breathtaking.

Also, when not withstanding some nonsense attacks, they’re all genuinely kind and friendly. I already admitted some bias here, but seriously, they go out of their way to check on people and respond to people and lift people up. It’s total horse dookie to act like they don’t care about their fans.

And as for the discord--god, just get a life. The mods there work SO HARD to make everyone feel included, to encourage participation, the create a positive environment for people to talk about the things they love and make friends. They have meetings and spreadsheets and calendars and work together as a team and with Kyle to keep the place working smoothly even though there’s FIVE of them running a HUGE server. The person who was initially banned was forever complaining about the discord and how the mods ran it, even while some suggestions they had were implemented. But that discord has like 1500 people in it, gang, it’s not about what one person wants all the time. And that person has their own server anyway so just go be unhappy there and leave everyone else alone. It’s what you were doing anyway.

TL;DR: There was a lot of manufactured outrage over something incredibly dumb, and some misunderstandings, and resulted in actions that had been looming for a long time and just finally popped off. Kyle and the mods aren’t perfect, but they aren’t the villains. The people who were banned have a history of negativity and bullying that led to the decision to remove them.

If anyone takes anything from this, please let it be that it’s a GODDAMN PODCAST. If it makes you angry, if you don’t like it, go watch a movie. Eat a snack. Knit a sweater. Take a nap. Listen to a new music album. Literally anything. There’s so many things to do in this life that aren’t LOOKING for things to be upset about.

Remember the golden rule, and don’t be a dick.

#kfam #King Falls AM #drama llama #I blocked out names because if you want to know you can find them #but I'm not here to call out names #because I just don't give enough of a fuck about them to deal with them later #and this is all really dumb and overblown #Anonymous

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bellakitse · 5 years ago

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Of cute beagles and decidedly cuter owners

For @gra-sonas who had this excellent post and let me use it. I hope this is fluffy enough for you, hon!

Michael, Rosa, Kyle, and Jenna just moved into a new place that doesn't allow pets, luckily across the street is the cutest beagle ever. Rosa is ready to plan a dog-nap, Michael suggests writing a note to the owner instead.

All Rosa wants is to play with Buffy, while all Michael wants is Buffy's owner.

Michael arrives home sometime after six p.m., the hallway of the modest townhouse he and his roommates moved into, still has boxes lying around. They've been in the two-story home for three weeks now. But with work and school, no one has found the time to finish unpacking. Michael has his new teaching post at the university while he works on his doctorate. Kyle has medical school. Jenna, a rookie cop, works crazy hours, and Rosa, their resident artist, has been using all her waking hours to work on a set of pieces she hopes will end up in the city’s next art exhibit. None of them have been particularly motivated to put boxes away, but Michael is starting to think he’s going to have to say something soon, or there’s a chance the boxes will become part of the décor.

“Guerin!” Jenna greets from the kitchen as he makes it into the living room. “Thai or Chinese for dinner?”

“Whatever Valenti doesn’t want,” he calls back out to her, smirking when he hears the man in question curse at him from the kitchen. He hears a chuckle and turns to find Rosa in her favorite spot of the house, the big bay windows. It was the selling point for Rosa when they decided to rent the place together.

“You have to start getting along with him eventually, Michael,” she says, not looking up from her sketching pad.

“Do I have to?” Michael questions as he drops his bag on the couch and walks over to her, lifting her legs to sit down. He leans over to sneak a peek at what she’s working on to find the drawing of a beagle.

“It would help,” Rosa says, a smirk on her face. “We did sign a one-year lease, you’re stuck until then.”

“Cute dog,” he points at her work, instead of acknowledging her comment.

“It belongs to the neighbor across the street, I saw them this morning,” she explains with a smile that turns into a frown moments later. “It sucks that we can’t have a pet here.”

Michael nods; he’s heard all three of his roommates complain about it. Their landlord had killed their hopes for a pet before they signed on the dotted line of their lease.

“I love that expression,” Michael points at the drawing, the beagle has an impressive resting bitch face.

Rosa laughs, nodding in agreement. “I only saw them for a second, but that face is memorable. I had to stop myself from running across the street to beg the owner to let me play with his dog, probably would have freaked the guy out.”

Michael chuckles at the comment, Rosa is the more impulsive one of them all, he could totally picture her on a puppy-high scaring some poor guy into thinking that he was going to get robbed for his dog.

“We just moved in, Rosa, can we maybe wait a few weeks before scaring off the neighbors?” he teases, laughing when she gives him an unimpressed look.

“You’re supposed to be the fun one, Michael,” Rosa pouts. “Kyle and Jenna are the strict, boring ones. You should be helping me plan a dog-nap.”

Michael opens his mouth, only to be interrupted by Kyle and Jenna walking into the living room.

“What’s this about a dog-napping?” Kyle questions, coming to sit down on the couch. Jenna sits next to him, leaning into his space. Her hair is messed up, and her lipstick smudged off, some of it transferred to Kyle’s white polo.

Michael and Rosa look at them, and then at each other, wrinkling their noses in distaste. This is what they get for moving in with a couple who can’t keep their hands off each other.

“Whatever you did in our kitchen, I hope you disinfected it,” Rosa comments still making a face. Michael nods in agreement, a part of him a little jealous of what Kyle and Jenna have. He wants someone to make out with in the kitchen, someone to smile at him the way Jenna and Kyle smile at each other. Something real, like what they have.

Kyle blushes under Rosa’s judging look, but Jenna just rolls her eyes, running her hand through Kyle's hair to settle him.

“Dog-napping, Rosa?” she questions, getting back on track.

“Oh!” Rosa lightens up at the mention, and Michael is starting to worry about just how serious she is. “The beagle across the street, it’s precious.”

“I saw it the other day,” Kyle says with a smile of his own. “Very cute dog.”

“Very cute owner, too,” Jenna comments, tugging on Kyle’s hair when he pouts, it says more than Michael needs to know about their relationship.

“True,” Rosa agrees after a moment, thinking about it. “But not so cute that I’m not totally willing to steal his dog.”

“We haven’t even been here a month,” Michael speaks before Rosa can really get going. “Let’s not commit a crime just yet.”

Rosa exhales loudly like she thinks he’s the biggest party-pooper ever, for not encouraging the stealing of an animal. “What do you suggest then? Because I need to cuddle that dog, bad.”

Michael thinks for a moment before his eyes light up with an idea. He pulls Rosa’s sketch pad and pencil out of her lap. “We can write the owner a note asking if we can meet his dog,” Michael suggests, quickly composing the letter when no one says no. “Dog people understand crazy dog love.”

“Tell them they have the best dog,” Rosa instructs him.

“Ask what treats it likes,” Kyle chips in, getting into it.

“We can take it for a walk if they’re too busy,” Jenna adds, just as excited.

He finishes the note, signing it with all their names and adding Rosa’s drawing. “There. I’ll drop it off in the morning,” he says satisfied, the others nod seemingly pleased themselves. “Now, about dinner…”

Michael doesn’t think about it the next day, he tapes the note to their neighbor’s front door and goes to the university where he spends the day teaching freshmen in his Engineering Physics class. It’s only when he gets back home and finds Rosa practically vibrating with excitement that he even remembers about their neighbor and their dog.

“They wrote back, Michael!” she shouts as soon as he walks through the door, waving a piece of paper in the air.

“Who?”

“Buffy Manes!” Rosa exclaims, rolling her eyes at him when he doesn’t answer. “That’s the beagle’s name, look they left a note.”

Michael takes the piece of paper, instantly charmed by the paw print on the back.

It starts:

‘To my new friends, Michael, Rosa, Kyle and Jenna’

Thank you for your nice letter! It made my tail wag all night. The drawing was so good, whoever drew it is very talented, a perfect likeness.

My name is Buffy Manes, and I’m 4-years-old. I love treats of any kind. I love playing catch, -tennis balls are my favorite- and digging holes.

I am the bestest girl! Thank you for noticing, my dad tells me that every day.

I would very much like to meet my new friends, so I’m giving you my dad’s number, call any time.

Sincerely,

Buffy and Alex Manes

505-718-2035

“Okay,” Michael starts, a smile tugging at his face. “This is seriously fucking cute.”

“She liked my drawing,” Rosa says happily, which Michael finds hilarious. “And her name is Buffy, how adorable is that? If it’s for Buffy, the vampire slayer, this Alex guy is my new best friend. He has the cutest dog and good taste in 90’s tv shows, we need to call them, now.”

“What about Kyle and Jenna?”

Rosa waves his question away. “They went on a date,” she says, tugging at his shirt impatiently. “Let’s call.”

“Okay, okay,” he laughs as he pulls out his phone and dials the number, ringing a few times before someone picks up.

“Manes,” greets a deep voice that makes Michael stand up straighter as it sends a shiver up his spine. That is a very nice voice.

“Um, hi, Alex?” he starts, suddenly nervous. “This is Michael, your neighbor from across the street, my roommates and I left you a note about your dog, Buffy?”

“Right,” Alex says, letting out a soft chuckle. “With the drawing, it was really good.”

“Thanks,” Michael says, grunting when Rosa pokes him. “That was Rosa, she’s the artist, and she’s in love with your dog.”

“You’re not?” Alex questions, sounding a little offended.

“I’m actually the only one of my roommates that hasn’t seen Buffy,” he admits, as Alex makes an amused noise. “But I’m sure she’s great, her letter was perfect. Did it take long to teach her how to write?”

Alex laughs, making Michael feel pleased and oddly proud. “No, she’s a genius, it took no time at all.”

“Well you should be very proud,” he jokes getting another laugh out of Alex. “So anyway, we were hoping that we could arrange that meet-up with Buffy, and you, of course, any time you want,” he rushes to say, ignoring the way Rosa is looking at him.

“We’re home now,” Alex starts, a little hesitant. “If you want to come over.”

“Now?” Michael questions to which Rosa starts nodding vigorously. “It would just be Rosa and me, Kyle and Jenna are out, is that okay?”

“Yeah,” Alex breathes, sounding more at ease. “That’s probably better actually, I don’t do great with a lot of people. We’ll meet you two outside in 10?”

“Okay,” Michael says quickly. “See you guys in a few, thanks.”

“Not a problem, Michael,” Alex says before hanging up. He decides then and there that he likes the way Alex says his name.

“Were you really flirting with a stranger over the phone?” Rosa questions incredulously.

“No!” Michael denies, blushing when Rosa raises an eyebrow at him. “Maybe?”

Rosa shakes her head at him, amused more than anything else. “Keep your head in the game Guerin, we are in it for the dog. Let’s go.”

Michael follows Rosa out of their home, she’s practically shaking by the time they cross the street and open Alex’s gate.

“Don’t freak them out,” he warns. “Alex said he’s not the best with people.”

“I’ll behave,” she promises just as their neighbor’s door opens.

A robust beagle comes out first, followed by what has to be the most beautiful man Michael has ever seen. He has tousled dark hair, big deep brown eyes, cheekbones that could cut glass, and full pink lips quirked up into a hesitant smile. The rest of him is perfect too, strong shoulders and arms, wrapped in a soft-looking grey Henley, and he’s in a pair of black jeans that hug his legs nicely. As he takes a step forward, Michael notices the crutch in his left hand.

“Michael, Rosa?” he questions as he comes down two short steps, standing before them.

“Hi,” Michael breathes, if possible, Alex is even more gorgeous up close, especially when he smiles at Michael.

“Hi,” he greets back at him, before looking at Rosa to give her a smile of her own. “Well, you didn’t come to see me,” he says, looking down at his dog, who is standing faithfully at his side, waiting. “This is Buffy.”

Buffy looks up at him at her name.

“They’re here for you, baby girl,” he speaks to her. “Greet.”

The moment Alex says the command, Buffy leaves his side, making her way toward Rosa as she gets down to her knees to pet her. Buffy’s tail starts wagging excitedly the second Rosa starts to pet her.

“Who’s a good girl,” Rosa coos at Buffy. “You are, you’re such a good girl, so sweet.”

“She’s a therapy dog,” Alex tells them with a proud look on his face as he watches his dog. Michael bends down too, letting Buffy sniff his hand first, chuckling when she starts to lick it.

“She’s very friendly,” Michael comments, looking up at Alex, his breath catching when he finds Alex’s eyes on him.

Alex nods, his expression soft. “She likes to make friends.”

“We can be her friends,” Rosa says quickly, as she rubs the top of Buffy’s head, looking back at Alex. “Her name? Is it because of the show?”

“Yeah, when my friend Maria and I picked her at the shelter, she said that Buffy would slay my demons,” Alex says with a slight laugh. “It stuck, so I named her Buffy.”

Michael bites down on his lip as he stands up, he does it to keep from asking what Alex’s demons are, wanting to know everything about him.

The rest of the visit, they’re on Alex’s porch. Rosa plays with Buffy, while Michael stares at Alex like an idiot as he tells them cute anecdotes about his dog. He shares a little bit about himself with them, each tidbit Michael stores away for later. He learns that Alex was in the Air Force until he got hurt. Alex knocks on his leg, which Buffy responds by leaving the belly rubs Rosa is giving her to press her small head against her owner’s leg. The gesture obviously meant to comfort him, which going by the smile on Alex’s face it does. He still does military work but as a private contractor and mostly from home and has had Buffy since his enlistment ended, and he hasn’t been in town too long, only a few months.

“I don’t really know much around here,” he comments with a shrug. “The base, the market, and the dog park, but that’s pretty much it.”

“I can show you around,” Michael blurts out before he can stop himself, he feels himself go hot as he feels Rosa’s eyes burn into the side of his face. He knows the second they’re alone; she’s going to mock the hell out of him.

Alex starts to smile only to look over at Rosa. “Umm,” Alex begins nervously, and Michael realizes with surprising clarity that Alex thinks they’re together.

Luckily Rosa seems to notice too, jumping in before he can make a fool of himself. “You guys should go,” she says with a grin. “This loser barely goes out himself, it’s just home and the university for him. Sad, really.”

“You’re just as bad as me,” he argues, trying to defend himself. “When’s the last time you went out?”

“Last week,” Rosa says smugly. “I met up with that hot blonde who modeled for me a few weeks ago, she showed me her portfolio,” she continues, waggling her eyebrows which makes Alex laugh. “You guys could go get a bite, and I can stay and hang with Buffy.”

Alex smirks at her, his eyes dancing with amusement. “That’s really what you’re after, isn’t it?”

“I’ll be honest, you can turn out to be Dahmer and eat Guerin,” Rosa says bluntly, ignoring him when he makes a noise of protest. “I’m cool as long as I get to keep playing with your dog.”

Alex looks at her, letting out a low whistle.

“As you can see, I need better friends,” Michael says, shooting Rosa a glare. “Do you want to go get something to eat?”

Alex bites down on his bottom lip, and it takes everything in Michael not to lean in and do it for him. “Now?”

Michael nods. “No time like the present.”

Alex smiles softly at him, there is a slight rosy color on his cheeks that makes Michael’s heart skip a beat. “Okay, let me get my wallet.”

“And I get to watch Buffy?” Rosa asks hopefully, as he stands. “I’ll take real good care of her, give you picture updates and everything.”

Alex looks at Rosa for a moment before nodding, his amusement obvious. “Sure, she’s really mellow, so I don’t see it being a problem if you really want to watch her.”

“Alex, you’re my new best friend,” Rosa says with a serious expression on her face.

“I’m sure that would mean more to him if you hadn’t just offered your current best friend up to be eaten,” Michael grumbles at her.

Alex laughs as he heads inside.

“This is where you say thank you,” Rosa whispers at him.

Michael frowns at her.”You did nothing,” he answers, getting a snort back.

“I just wing-womaned the shit out of this,” Rosa gripes. “You were just staring at him like a smitten idiot.”

Michael hates that he can’t argue with the truth, and in a fit of childishness, sticks his tongue out at her.

“Mature,” Rosa laughs as Alex comes back.

He gives them a curious look as he closes his door, leash in hand. “We usually go for a walk at seven,” he says, handing Rosa the leash after attaching it to Buffy. “She likes the park two blocks away.”

Rosa nods as she starts walking towards the gate with Buffy. He and Alex follow behind them, crossing the street back to their place where his truck is parked.

“We’ll go for a lovely walk, don’t worry,” Rosa promises.

Alex kneels down to rub Buffy under her chin, getting a lick for his troubles.

“Be good Buffy, I’ll be back soon,” he says tenderly before pressing a kiss on the top of her head, it makes something inside Michael flutter behind his ribcage.

Standing back to his feet, he walks over to Michael, giving him a charmed look when Michael opens the door of his truck for him.

“Have fun you two,” Rosa tells them as Michael puts the car in drive. She picks up Buffy and heads inside.

“You just made her night,” he tells Alex as he starts to drive downtown.

“I’m glad,” Alex answers, flashing him a smile. “You said in your note that you guys can’t have pets?”

“Grumpy landlord,” Michael explains.

Alex makes a face. “That really sucks. I got lucky, my landlady didn’t seem big on pets either, I wasn’t even going to interview for the place, but I brought Buffy with me and explained that she’s my therapy dog and I guess Buffy won her over. It’s hard resisting her face.”

“Probably hard resisting yours too,” Michael blurts out, already cringing before the words are completely out of his mouth. He keeps his eyes on the road to avoid looking at Alex, but after a moment of silence, he can’t help but sneak a peek at him. There’s a shy smile on Alex’s face, and his eyes are welcoming as he looks back at Michael, making him feel more confident to continue. “It’s a very nice face.”

Alex’s smile grows until he’s laughing softly, shaking his head at Michael's boldness. “You have a very nice face too, Michael.”

Michael grins to himself, his heart beating faster with excitement. He parks the car outside his favorite Mexican restaurant. “Hope you like tacos,” he says as he gets out, going around the car to Alex’s door.

“Are you even allowed to live in New Mexico if you don’t like tacos?” he questions, passing Michael his crutch. He gets out, and Michael reaches out his hand at his waist to steady him, his body responding instantly when Alex lets out a small gasp at his touch.

Michael lifts his eyes to Alex’s face, finding his gaze already on him, eyes wide, lips slightly parted, and Mickael knows Alex just felt the same spark he did at their touch. He steps in closer, crowding Alex in the door, his pulse spiking when Alex’s eyes drift down to his mouth.

“Proposal,” he starts, his voice low.

Alex hums softly, his body seemed to sway, brushing against his, his eyes half-closed.

“We turn this into a date,” Michael suggests, smiling at the surprised but happy look Alex gives him.

“How does it differ?” Alex questions with a teasing glint in his eyes.

Michael squeezes the side of Alex, where his hand still rests. “I get to kiss you at the end of the night,” he answers, inhaling sharply when Alex closes the small space between them, brushing his lips against Michael’s.

Alex takes his crutch and Michael’s hand leading him into the restaurant.

“You should text Rosa,” he throws over his shoulder, giving Michael’s hand a squeeze.

“Why?” Michael asks, still a little dazed from the touch of Alex’s lips.

A couple of hours is too fast to fall in love, right?

Alex turns back to him, a beautiful smile on his even more beautiful face, and Michael decides that, no, a couple of hours is more than enough time to fall in love with Alex Manes.

“To tell her that starting tonight, she’s going to have plenty of opportunities to borrow Buffy if I get to borrow her roommate.”

Michael grins, pulling out his phone even as he pulls Alex back into another kiss, this one deeper and longer as he takes his time, enjoying the taste and the sounds Alex makes. Rosa will be pleased with the arrangement, and he’s good with it too.

#roswell nm #malex fic #malex #michael x alex #my writing #buffy manes

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justlightlysedated · 5 years ago

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for @michaels-blackhat just because 😊💖🖤

Michael sits in the corner of the bar, a notebook open in front of him, a pencil in his hand.

Maria thinks at first that he's writing something, but when he lifts the pencil away from the page and uses his fingers to rub across the page she realizes that he's drawing something.

She itches with the urge to go take a peek of what he's working on, but she gets too busy to even breathe properly with the last rush of the night and by the time that she's able to take a breather, Michael is gone.

She frowns mostly because she's gotten used to closing the bar with him sitting down in his corner, waiting, but also because he usually takes the time to tell her goodbye if he's leaving before then.

She's distracted by Wyatt Long trying to start a fight, and doesn't think about Michael again until later.

She's getting ready to count the money in the till when she spots the paper, carefully folded and pinned to the side of the register.

She tugs the paper from its spot and unfolds it carefully, slightly trepiditious.

She gasps a little surprised at the sketched portrait.

It's of her, and she's laughing at something, mouth curled up in delight, eyes bright and shining, each curl on top of her head defined in perfect precision.

She looks beautiful, almost otherworldly, and it makes her heart skip a beat in her chest, and her stomach swarm with butterflies that this is how Michael sees her.

She bites down on her lip, and carefully folds the paper again, and slips it in the pocket of her jeans to take home with her.

On the days that Liz enters her lab to find Michael furiously writing in one corner, she leaves him alone.

She goes about her day as normal ignoring him as he tears pages and starts over and over and over, until he just makes a noise in frustration and stops for a second.

She feels the prickly sensation at the back of her neck as his attention latches on to her, but it falls to the back of her mind as she gets lost in her work.

By the time she looks back over to the corner he'd been holed up in, he's gone.

Liz frowns a little, but doesn't really think twice about it.

As she gets ready to leave, taking her belongings out of the cabinet she keeps them in, a piece of folded paper falls to the floor.

She bends down and picks it up, unfolding the paper and smiling when she see the sketch.

It's of her, bent over her lab equipment, her hair falling like a curtain along her shoulder, tucked behind her ear, a look of intense concentration on her face.

It's a perfect rendition, and fills her up with warmth.

She traces the MG scrawled in the corner with the date and looks over to the corner where Michael had been sitting.

There are a few crumpled pieces of paper still on the ground and she lets curiosity get the best of her as she straightens up and walks over to them.

She bends down and picks one up and unravels it.

It's half a sketch of someone who Liz doesn't recognize, the fluffy hair tugs at her, but she can't quite put her finger on who it could belong to.

It's only when she opens the others and finds half of a smile and long slender fingers and dark serious eyes, all unfinished like he'd started them from memory and got mad when he couldn't get it right, and she looks at all of them that she realizes who he had been trying to sketch.

She smiles sadly, and debates with herself before crumpling all of the papers together and throwing them in the garbage.

She picks up her bag and slips the sketch he left for her inside as she walks out of the room, turning the lights off behind her.

Jenna sits at Max's desk finishing reports and keeping an eye on Michael as he dries out in the drunk tank on the opposite side of Wyatt Long who is out cold and snoring up a storm.

Michael is sitting with a notebook propped on his knee as he scribbles fast, eyes darting up to her and back to the page like he's afraid that she's going to take the notebook away from him.

She just shakes her head and keeps working on her reports until the alarm sounds out that signals the end of shift.

It wakes up Long, sending him crashing to the floor, and while Michael immediately gets up and edges pass her when she opens the cage, she has to wait a few more minutes for Long to get himself up from the floor and out the door.

Jenna locks up behind him, and ignores his semi-drunken flirting and gathers her things from the desk.

There is a piece of paper folded on top of the case files that hadn't been there when she'd stood up.

She picks the paper up by the edges and opens it carefully.

She can't help the smile that crosses her face when she sees what it is.

It's a portrait of her, and it looks good enough to be something that someone would pay a lot of money for. The rendition is perfect, down to the way her hair was falling out of her braid, and the look on her face as she does the paperwork, which shouldn't make her look this good, but somehow Michael managed to make her look not bored, but determined.

She props the sketch up beside the framed photo of Max with his siblings and her smile turns a little sad.

She leaves it there and gets her things together to head home.

Michael walks into his office and tells him that he just needs some quiet and that he'll stay out of his hair, so Kyle lets him sit down in the large couch he has in one corner of the room, where he takes naps if he's working double shifts, and promptly forgets that Michael is even there.

He gets really busy and by the time he remembers about Michael, it's past lunch time.

Kyle walks back into his office with enough food to feed the both of them, and finds an empty office.

He frowns thoughtfully, but sets the tray down on top of his desk, walking around to sit in his chair.

He's dragging the tray closer to himself when he spots the paper pinned to the corner of his monitor.

He tugs the paper out and opens it curiously and has to smother a smile at what he finds.

It's a drawing of himself and he's talking to a child, bent down to their level as he gives them a lollipop. There is a bright smile on his face, and the stubble across his chin almost looks too real.

He's a little surprised to find Michael's initials in the corner, but it's not really all that of a shock. Michael is good with his hands, so obviously he'd be good at sketching too.

Kyle stands and takes the sketch and tapes it to the wall where he keeps the drawings he's gotten from the children who have been in his care.

Alex walks into the cabin and stops short when he spots a pair of worn cowboy boots still attached to the feet of the person passed out on his couch.

Alex just shakes his head, repressing the fond smile that wants to break out and drops his duffel right at the entrance. He'll take care of it later.

He walks over and can't stop the smile when he sees that Michael has fallen asleep with his hat covering his face, a notebook pressed to his chest.

He's breathing a little heavily, and it gets easier when Alex takes the hat off his face.

He just shakes his head and sets the hat down on the side. He looks at Michael and his hands itch with the urge to touch him.

He finds his hand hovering over Michael's head and then pulls back, shaking his head again and walking with determined steps to the bathroom.

Taking a shower always takes him a while, even when he's trying to rush, so he takes extra time, and tries to remind himself that just because Michael is asleep on his couch doesn't really mean anything.

By the time he makes it out of the bathroom, almost a whole hour has passed, and Michael is nowhere to be seen.

Alex tries not to feel too disappointed as he walks back to his room to get dressed.

He spots the notebook on top of his bed, and it snags his attention immediately.

Alex sits on the edge of his bed, with just a towel wrapped around his waist, and picks up the notebook.

On the cover, on the label where students would put the subject and the teacher, Michael has, #37 and beneath it Alex.

Alex traces the letters of his name, and takes a deep breath before he opens the notebook.

He flips through it quickly and then realizes what it is and starts from the beginning, looking at each page carefully and feeling his heart beating too fast in his chest.

The entire book is full of sketches of Alex.

Alex smiling, laughing, crying, yelling, watching, driving, sitting down across from the flames of the firepit, naked with back arched and mouth open in pleasure. Pages full of just his eyes or his mouth or his hands or his cock.

The last one was of Alex sitting across from someone else, smiling at something they said, but Alex can't quite remember where Michael could've seen him like that, but the longing is clearly visible in every line.

Every single page makes his heart race, and his breathing catch, and fills him with a whole well of emotions too bright and too strong for him to actually be able to handle, right now.

Alex closes the book and sets it aside, trying to just breathe.

He places his hand over the notebook and exhales roughly, before he stands up and goes to get dressed.

#this wasn't what i said i was going to be working on #but the idea kept nagging at me so here you go #michael just sketching the human squad as you do #this is set after the finale #and typed directly into my drafts on my phone #thank you for reading 💖#malexnotitle

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louisapennyfeather2021 · 4 years ago

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Newsies Adopting Unique Animals AU!

For the sake of this AU, most of the more exotic pets are adopted after being in abusive homes/black markets and it was after they were rehabilitated.

The only characters I explicitly recognize as a couple are Spot and Race. Any others could be taken as romantic or platonic, you can decide!

Strap in folks, this is going to get interesting:

Jack: Bearded Dragon/Pogona. His name is Oliver. It was literally an impulse decision. Jack was painting a mural at a new pet store in town and he was just finishing as they were moving in some animals since they were about to open. Jack's jaw dropped when he saw a "spiky lizard with a big head", as he later told everyone else, and he couldn't leave without taking one home. So after careful negotiation and buying any and all supplies he'd need, he brought little Oliver home with him. It took some getting used to and many articles on google, but eventually Jack found his new best friend. He'll paint and draw pictures of Oliver and he even created the desert backdrop in Oliver's tank. And sense Jack mostly works from home as an artist, he can always keep an eye on Oliver. At the end of the day, Jack will sit on the floor and entertain Oliver. Over all, they both have a new friend in each other.

Davey: Hyacinth Macaw. His name is Apollo. Sort of an impulse decision, but Davey kind of thought it through. He read up on hyacinth macaws and he knows there are only 2,500-5,000 left in the wild. After a group was busted for illegally trading animals, Davey erratically offered to rehabilitate some one of the macaws said to have been in the traders homes. You can imagine how dumb he felt when the SPCA showed up at his house with everything he needed to get started. Still, he owned up to it and took in the macaw who he affectionately named Apollo. He was angry and upset when he realized Apollo's wings were clipped and that he couldn't fly, meaning Apollo would likely be adopted out to a home. It was rough for months, Apollo didn't trust Davey until the second month and hardly trusted anyone else besides Davey's sister, Sarah. Davey slowly earned Apollo's trust and trained him to the point where Apollo finally "spoke" to Davey about five months later. After that, they were inseparable. Apollo would nuzzle Davey with his head and Davey would stroke him while he read a book or worked on papers. Eventually Davey adopted Apollo and they both found a safe ace with each other

Crutchie: Bush Baby/Galago. Her name is Pip. Another animal rescued from the illegal traders. Crutchie also works from home and after hearing about the requirements of taking care of a bush baby, he volunteered. It was somewhat difficult and he had to ask Jack for help in the first two months because if his wheel chair, but he eventually got the bush baby, who he named Pip, to warm up to him. She would watch him curiously, but she never got too close. Over time, Crutchie earned her trust by offering little treats and playing little games with her. It got to the point where she would jump back and forth between his desk, his wheel chair, and his bookshelf. She would either cling to his shoulder and take a nap or sleep in a small cushion Crutchie keeps on his desk for her. No matter how difficult she can be and how energetic she is, Crutchie wouldn't change a thing.

Katherine: Baby Fennec Fox. His name is Archie. Sort of a random decision. She was watching a documentary on Africa on Animal Planet and for days after she couldn't get the Fennec Foxes out of her head. It got to the point where she did so much research before contacting the local SPCA and asking if they had any fennec Foxes in need of a home. She was excited to hear they surprisingly had one, but that he was just a baby and had been separated from his mom. Katherine knew she'd have to out in a lot of time, but she runs her own business so she could be home enough to take car of the fox that she, upon seeing him, named him Archie. He was finicky, no pun intended, but he was curious. Katherine noticed how he'd eat and sleep often like a cat, but that he could be energetic and lovey like a dog. She'd play with him and give him affection when he wanted it. They bonded and in the end Katherine had someone to curl up on her lap or right next to her while watching TV or reading a book.

Sarah: Serval. Her name is Carmen. Yet another poor animal that suffered going through life with the trader. It was her slight, good hearted sibling rivalry with Davey that made her do it. She offered to take care of a serval under the impression that it was just like any other cat. She wasn't completely wrong. The serval, which she named Carmen, was nervous and didn't like Sarah much at first. She'd run away and hide in a cage that Sarah always leaves open or under any object she could. It took months before Sarah could sit in front of Carmen and pet her. She slowly built up Carmen's trust and by the time she was considered rehabilitated and it was established that she had been in captivity too long to survive in the wild, Sarah adopted her. Carmen did act like lost cats, she'd sleep for an unreasonably long time and rub against Sarah's leg when she was hungry or just lovey, but she could also be energetic and chaotic. Sarah loved it though, it made her home feel alive.

Race: Baby skunk, well, skunks. Their names are Sugar, Spice, and Kyle because we all know Race would do something like that. Not exactly a happy story. Race was driving home one night and he didn't even notice something run under his car before he felt the tell tale thumps. As soon as he got our of his car, he gagged and tears welled up. The putrid smell of skunk met his nose and he turned on the flashlight on his phone. He gagged at the site, but his heart broke when he saw three black and white balls of fluff on the side of the road. He knew he couldn't leave them, they were so small and he was so guilty. So, he braved the skunk smell and sacrificed the inside of his car to bring the babies home with him. To say Spot was confused would be an understatement. Seeing and smelling his boyfriend walk inside with three baby skunks in hand isn't exactly common. He was on the verge of angry until he heard Race's story and saw the sadness in his face. So, despite his anger, Spot lets Race keep the skunks. Race gets everything he needs and does everything necessary. He takes the babies outside to run in the back yard and he loves them so much. His favorite game to play is "Which friend will we scare this week". He's had one too many shoes thrown at him for that game. Over all, he loves Sugar, Spice, and Kyle. Especially Kyle.

Spot: Hedgehog. Her name is Holly. Spot adopted Holly long before Race got his skunks. He adopted her from the pet store where Jack adopted Oliver. Holly is quiet for the most part and after nearly a year together, she finally let Spot rub her belly. He should her beyond reason. He bought her a pink blanket with hedgehogs printed on it and he even bought a floaty meant to hold drinks just so Holly could sit in it in the bath tub. Race used to always say Spot spoiled Holly too much, but Spot didn't care. Holly was his buddy and he wouldn't ever change that.

Elmer: Baby pot belly pig. Her name is Calli. Elmer doesn't even remember how he got Calli. Everyone tells him he won a vet with some kid who raises pot belly pigs and the kid gave it to Elmer on his birthday. Elmer isn't complaining, though. He loves his adorable black, white, and pink speckled piggie. She can be extremely greedy with food, but Elmer adores her nudging his leg or occasionally oinking at him. She's just a big cuddle bug in a small body and Elmer's thankful for whatever bet he made.

Albert: Baby otter. Her name is Poppy. Her story is similar to Sugar, Spice, and Kyle's. Albert was driving home when he watched a vehicle hit an otter. He stopped, knowing it's common courtesy to move the animal off the road despite how sad or frankly gross it is. He's thankful he did though, because he found a baby otter hiding in the grass. No matter how hard he tried to turn away, he couldn't. He eventually coaxed the baby closer and picked her up, giving her the name Poppy. He absolutely loves her. After taking her to the vet and getting all his paperwork done, Albert took her home and raised her. He helped her swim in his bathtub and eventually a small pond he installed in his backyard. He plays with her and he spoils her with warm blankets and even her own teddy bear which Albert named Fluffy. They're practically inseparable and Albert wouldn't trade anything for Poppy. She's his little girl and she's like a part of him.

Some of this might be inaccurate and might even be illegal in some places, but it's cute and that's what matters😂

If you want to see any other characters, just send me and ask! Don't be afraid, I promise I won't be upset about questions or suggestions.

#newsies memes #newsies imagines #newsies broadway #newsies imagine #newsies #newsies au #pet adoption #pet adoption au

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beastmode98 · 4 years ago

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Birthday Celebrations

March 14th, 2038

“Happy Birthday Dad!" Chris laughed as he entered the kitchen with Madison in his arms as he rubbed his eyes,

“Thanks guys," all of the kids swarmed him with hugs and more Happy Birthdays, "Whew, I'm finally forty!" he cheered, Ann couldn't help but laugh as Chris shook his head at her, a small smile coming over his lips.

“Naughty Mrs. Powell," he whispered into her ear, she felt the heat rise over my cheeks as Chris and her had sex last night. It was good, great, sex that celebrated his birthday early, like they usually do.

“Happy Birthday Chris," she said as she kissed him softly, "Good morning to you too," he whispered, she smile as their forehead's met in the middle. "Is there anything you want to do today birthday boy?" she asked him, his eyes balanced hers, "How about a pure family day? Eat breakfast, take a hike into the beautiful nature, have a picnic before coming back to chill and dinner with my parents and yours,"

“Sounds like a blast," I told him. He smiled and he leaned forward to kiss me, "I think I can give you your present tonight," I whispered, Chris smiled against my lips, "That sounds like fun,"

Ann nodded as she planted her hand against his chest, every one all ate breakfast together as Ann had gotten up early with the kids to cook for Chris.

It was something that Chris admired from Ann in the years since they had their children. She always went out of her way to decorate the house with different banners, balloons, and even confetti to celebrate someone’s birthday. She would always wait until everyone in the house was asleep and she would get to work.

Nothing stood in Ann’s way. Not when he met her when he was 18, and not now at her current age of 39.

She took her job as a mother very seriously and with grace. Ann become the type of person to put herself last when it came to her kids with anything. She would never sit down at the table until everyone had food on their plate.

Of course Chris, Logan, and Emma would try to stop her on special occasions that pertained to her like Mother’s Day or her own birthday, but her stubbornness would always prevail.

She’d be the one to help out with homework, offer advice to anyone who needed it, and would even put the kids in line whenever they needed it.

In all the years that he’s known her, he still didn’t know what he did to deserve a woman like her.

Maybe it was his reward from God for all the work he put in during his adolescence to keep his family afloat. All he knows is that he’s certainly glad to be reaping this reward.

The Powell’s decided at the table that today's plans were fun and they all went off to get ready. Chris and her made lunches and packed the bags as she stored them in the back of the car along with the stroller for Madison.

Chris changed into shorts and a hoodie while Ann changed into leggings and an old Hartfeld hoodie. They then made sure all of the kids were changed, had everything, and they packed them into the car.

Let the birthday celebrations begin.

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The family had finished their lunch up at around 11:50 and they were walking down the private family trail they had and were heading back home.

Chris had three year old Madison on his shoulders as the two of them walked. Her hands were on his hat and she was giggling as he would run fast and bounce her on his shoulders.

Ann held Addison’s hand behind her as she watched the two in front of her.

Madison acted and looked a lot like Logan as a baby. She had the blue eyes with the same blonde hair that Chris had as a baby and she was attached to Chris too.

That was probably Chris’ baby that he loved the most, not that he didn't love all of them the same, he just bonded easily with Madison after she was born.

Chris dipped her down and her hair flew everywhere, a giggle erupting from her throat. “Come on let’s walk Maddie. Wanna walk with me and Logan?”

“Yeaaa Wogan!” she screamed running to grab Logan behind by his legs. Chris and Logan has Madison in the middle and they would pick her up high in the air and then let her back down. Ann always loved when her kids laughed like that.

Addison would be six in April and she was Ann’s only child to be her twin. She had the brown hair and the same brown eyes as her mother with the same tan skin complexion. While all the other kids held a special place in Ann’s heart, Addison was probably one of her favorites.

She was one of the quiet ones of the family just like her mother, but she could also be bubbly and funny when she was around the people she loved the most.

Ann looked up and saw Emma with the twins Owen and Olivia talking and giggling about something.

Just when Logan was ready to enter Pre-K, Ann and Chris decided to try again for another child. Instead of one baby, Ann was pregnant with two! When the doctor showed them the sonogram when they found out the sex, Chris nearly dropped to the floor.

They were certainly blessings to their family and they were spoiled rotten by Chris and Ann’s mothers and their many aunts and uncles when they were younger.

They both had the blonde hair and blue eyes that Chris had and they even looked alike in a way.

Owen had his blonde hair cut the same way that Logan and Chris did. He was the quiet one of the two, but was the most determined when it comes to his studies and his work on the Lacrosse field. He didn’t inherit the football bug like his older brother or father, but he loved playing sports and even performing in drama, something he learned from his Uncle James.

Olivia was definitely the loudest one of the two. She was always the more outgoing twin and loved performing for drama while also doing soccer and softball. She even wanted to try volleyball when she got to Emma’s age of fifteen.

Emma had her blonde hair pulled back and she was Ann and Chris’ first girl. As a baby, she was the apple of Chris’ eye and stole his heart the minute she was born. The two were inseparable and did everything together. She was still loved by both her parents and she inherited her mothers love for soccer at the young age of two.

Her and Logan were also inseparable growing up since they were one year apart. Which leads to their oldest son Logan, who had only turned seventeen two weeks earlier.

He was the same height as Chris and had his same features of the sandy brown hair and blue eyes. Ann could never believe how much Logan looked and acted just like him.

Logan was the starting quarter back at Berry High and was in the process of applying to Hartfeld and playing football there after he graduated in about a year.

He had no aspirations of playing for the NFL like his father though, as he wanted to study and become a marine biologist to study ocean life. Logan always had a fascination for the ocean at a young age, and Ann and Chris were more than supportive of his choice.

“Is today a happy today Mommy?” Addison asked. “Yes it is baby,” she said. She gave her mother a smile and the two continued their walk back home.

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Ann rested against Chris’ shoulder as he stroked her arm, there hike was good and fun.

The kids were all laughing and Chris couldn't help but smile. It was a fun afternoon and now they were all back resting.

Madison and Addison were taking their 12:30 afternoon naps while the others either took their own naps or just chilled out until it was time for Chris’ surprise party.

Ann’s next plan was to get Chris out of the house while everyone else planned the surprise party at their house. The party was going to be small, with Chris’ mom, Ann’s parents, Kyle, A.J., their kids, as well as the Hartfeld gang and their families making an appearance. Even a few of Chris’ past football teammates would be their too.

Ann watched as Chris slept softly next to her,

he didn't want to make any big celebration, as he thought that forty was just that, forty. Ann decided that she would celebrate all the accomplishments that he had made in his forty years of life with this small, yet intimate celebration with his friends and family. She turned to face him to admire his features, his jaw still set and strong, his nose perfect, and his eyes, those beautiful eyes, closed and hidden from her.

His face had a few lines, given his age, but he still didn't have a single gray hair or anything like that, still stuck being young.

Twenty two years of being with each other seemed slightly daunting to Ann. She sighed as she kissed his chin. The light sleeper that he was, he stirred as he opened his eyes to look at her, "What's up beautiful," he asked, his eyes still shut. "Just looking at my handsome forty year old husband," Chris breathed out a laugh, "Are you going to keep pointing out that you are still thirty nine?" he asked, she nodded with a laugh as he opened an eye.

“Alright then," Chris then straddled my lap as she looked up at him with wide brown eyes. His fingers then gazed her stomach as he tickled her, she laughed as she tried to move away from him, his fingers keeping her close and his knees locking in her side.

She couldn't help but laugh, her laugh growing as Chris shook his head. "You are so beautiful," he said, she caught her breath, as he looked at her, Ann then pulled on his shirt as she brought him down to her lips. He stretched his body out and brought his hand up to hold her face. His palm warm against her cheek as her tongue slipped into his mouth.

He moaned softly as she let her hands glide up his shirt. He pushed her shirt up as he broke their kiss to drop small kisses onto her belly. His fingers working magic as she took in a deep breath. Chris then brought his lips back to hers as her fingers ran through his hair.

“Gross!"

Chris snapped away from Ann as Emma and Olivia were standing in the doorway, Chris licked his lips as he took a breath, "Uhm, hey girls," he commented, "I just came to ask when grandma was coming over," Emma said quickly, closing her eyes, "Five," Chris stated, "Alright, bye!" she closed the door as Ann busted out into laughter, Chris shook his head as she laughed, he leaned himself down as their lips were inches apart.

“I'm glad you found that funny,"

“I did," Ann said wrapping her arms around his neck, "I sure did, you deserve it after that prank you pulled on me last week," he rolled his eyes before kissing her again as she pressed her face into his neck. "I love you Chris,"

“I love you too Ann,"

"Chris, I’m okay with you taking that sports analyst gig with ESPN," Chris’ eye's found hers and he searched them, "Are you positive, I mean I’m gonna be traveling once out of the week and,"

“Chris," he looked at me, "You love football, I know you still love it deep down. You have so much to give with your knowledge of the sport. I saw you down at Berry High giving advice to some of the players there and coming up with different plays. Besides seeing you interact with the kids or when you talk about them or me, you light up so much when you are on that field. I’m okay with you living your dream again," Chris took a deep breath as he came over to me, "Okay," he brushed my hair back, "Fine,"

“I mean, is that something you want?” Chris’ eyes went into the depths of mine and he sighed,

“I’m not sure, I just don’t know if I’m up for all that traveling again," he rubbed his face as he thought about it. “You said their main studio is in Connecticut right?”

Chris nodded, “I did the research and it’s an hour and thirty six minute drive away from here. I just don’t want to miss out on anymore moments of what the kids do.”

Ann rubbed Chris’ back before looking at him.

“You are an eight time Super Bowl Champion Christopher Powell. You have so much power and clout with all of your accomplishments that I am sure they would do anything to accommodate you. If you only want to appear once a month, then do that. Just know that I have your support in whatever you choose to do.”

Chris’ hand spread over her knee and he pecked her lips. ”Thanks babe, I love you.”

“Love you too,”

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“I’m so glad Daylight savings time is over with”, he said as he had his arm wrapped around Ann as they were walking up their driveway. “After all these years I thought you hated when it got darker early?” she looked up at him.

Chris gave her a shrug, “I guess I got used to it, I’m surprised it is actually kinda warm today. I love it,” he said kissing her nose. “Well I’m glad my man is happy,” she said with a smile.

Chris unlocks the door and notices all the lights are off. “Is the power out or something?” he asks her as he walks in.

Ann turns the lights on from behind and every one jumps from their hiding spots. “SURPRISE!” Everyone cheers.

Zig and Darren blow Kazoos in Chris’ face while Kyle dumps a bucket of confetti behind him as everyone cheers. “You planned this didn’t you?” he asks wrapping his arms around Ann. “Sweetie, I’ve been planning this for two years,” she says giggling while he peppers her face with kisses. “Ahh stop it!”

“You all kept this secret pretty well then,” he says. “Even my own mother didn’t say anything!” He calls our to her. Chris still moves over to wrap his mother in a hug. “I love you baby,” she says. “I love you too Ma,” he says in her shoulder as she kisses his cheek.

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Zig, James, Tyler, and Darren shuffled our Chris’ sheet of cake while Ann, Emma, and Abbie places the forty candles around the cake and Ann lit them. “Let‘s not try to burn the place down,” Chris said causing everyone to laugh. “Always joking even on your birthday,” Ann places a kiss on Chris’ cheek while Chris has Madison and Addison on his lap.

Everyone sings Happy Birthday to him and Chris along with his kids and Ann blow all the candles out.

After eating their cake, everyone moves to the living room area where Chris receives his gifts from his friends and family.

The one gift that stood out the most to him was the gift his Mom gave him. On it was a bracelet with the quote inscribed saying “To my Son, Courage is not the Absence of Fear, It is the Determination to Do Something in Spite of Fear. Have Courage to Continue to Live Your Dreams.” Love Mom.

“Aww thank you Ma,” he stands to give her a hug.

“You’re welcome baby, you, Kyle, and A.J. mean so much to me. And I’m not saying that cause of the grand kids you gave me,” she giggles and every one else laughs. “My letter is in this plaque here and you can hang it up in your office or your bedroom when you get the chance.”

In the plaque is the letter as well as signatures from Ann and his kids.

“Thanks again Ma,” he says kissing her head. “I think your little one there might be ready for bed there,” Barbra says running her hands through Madison’s blonde hair. “The cake and every thing we did today must have gotten to her,” Chris says looking over at her.

“I can hold her for awhile,” his mother offers. “I don’t know the next time I’ll get to hold em close to me while they’re this young. I mean look at Logan, my goodness how he’s grown over the years.”

Logan stands talking with Max, Bentley, and Zach, Zig, James, and Tyler’s sons over by the kitchen area.

“They just grow on us so fast Ma, it’s crazy,” he shakes his head looking at the four.

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Turning all the lights off before the two depart outside to sit in their backyard on their outdoor swing, Chris moves over to Addison’s room to overhear Ann singing her goodnight song to her as she fell asleep.

🎶 “Hey, okay, we had another fantastic day but now it’s time to say, goodnight. Cause we got places to go, bubbles to blow, stories to share and dreams to grow, so goodnight, goodnight, goodnight” 🎶

“Goodnight Addy, I love you,” Ann kisses her head before turning her lamp off and meeting Chris outside her door. “Were you spying on me,” she says pretending like she’s shocked. “I love it when you sing that song to them when they fall asleep. 17 years and it never gets old.”

“You’re such a romantic,” she teases pinching his cheeks. “Yeah you love me for it though,” he whispers moving close to her lips. Her heat rises as he inches closes to her. “Head butt!” He lightly cracks his head with hers and quickly runs down the steps. “Ow, Chris!”

She chases him outside and tackles him onto the ground near their special seat. Grimacing in pain, he looks up at her, “We always end up here, don’t why?” He asks. He snakes his head up to her backside and squeezes. She seats his chest before getting up, “You get no points for that stunt Christopher Powell,” she crosses her arms and turns from him. “I’m sorry,” he says laughing. “40 years old and you still keep pranking me like you’re 18 again.”

“Do you actually remember the first prank I played on you?”

“Yes, and I was so furious with you.”

Flashback

November, 2016

Logan’s small car was packed with the Freshman crew as they head back to their door as they were coming back from Chris’ away football game.

Ann, Kaitlyn, and Abbie were eating at the same restaurant that Chris and his football buddies coincidentally decided to go to after the game.

Offering the girls a ride instead of catching the train home, they decided to ride home in Logan’s car.

Big mistake.

With their being not much room in the car for Abbie, Kaitlyn, Ann, Chris, Marcus, Logan, and Madison, who decided to tag along without Becca, the gang was squished in their like sardines in a can.

Kaitlyn settled for sitting on Marcus’ lap, Chris sat in the middle with Ann perched on his lap, and Abbie decided to sit on the other end of the car. She was dead set on not sitting on anyone’s lap. Madison sat in the front with Logan

Already frustrated with how things have been going with Vasquez, on top of things being so confusing with Chris, Kaitlyn’s feelings for her that they had not talked about yet, and being squished in Logan’s car which reeked of smelly football uniforms, Ann was pissed.

While Chris and Ann had kiss and made out earlier in the semester, he felt a bit too comfortable with Ann in his lap.

Looking over at Marcus, along with Logan in the driver side, he gave a mischievous smile and decided to play a little prank on Ann to help her get comfortable with him again.

“She’ll have to find this funny,” he thought. “She used to love my pranks. This’ll help her realize that I’m still me.”

Noticing that her bra strap was peeking from the sweater she was wearing, he decided to grab it and snap it. An old trick he did with Nicole back at Cherryfield. It was a loud snap and everyone heard it. Big mistake.

Ann thought it was disrespectful and immature of him and she was utterly insulted. “I don’t know who you think you are or what kind of girl you think I am but you can’t do that to me!” she yelled at him. The whole car of giggles turned into complete silence the rest of the 10 minute drive home.

When Logan dropped the gang off at their dorm, Ann was the first one out and she power walked all the way to the water fountain with the statue.

Chris clamored after Ann but she kept walking, he urged Abbie and Kaitlyn to return to the dorm and apologized before going to find Ann.

She felt that he had taken and un-invited Liberty on her and she was furious.

He didn’t want to leave her on her own when he caught up to her, he recognized his mistake.

It was stupid, it was dumb, his immaturity got the best of him again. He can’t be that dumb jock, not anymore. He stood behind her for a minute before finally speaking, “Is it okay if I sit down?”

She didn’t look at him or say anything to him. After a few seconds, she moved over and allowed him to sit next to her. The two didn’t talk for a minute after that. Finally, she broke the ice and spoke. “Where I come from, I’m a nice girl, and I expect to be respected.”

“Look, I’m sorry Ann, I was only kidding around. I didn’t think you’d react so strongly,”

“Yeah, well I did. I’m not like Becca, or Nicole, or those other girls you fooled around with in your past. I refuse to be the laughing stock of your jokes with your team. I just don’t know why you keep hurting me,”

“I’m sure all the I’m sorry’s in the world aren’t gonna fix anything and the stuff I’ve done to you, but I really do beat myself up for the hurt I’ve caused you.” She finally looks in his eyes and truly sees the hurt that he feels. It’s only then that she realizes he isn’t a bad guy after all. He’s just a nice guy who’s confused about expressing his true self around others. He just needs help expressing his emotions.

“I accept your apology Chris,” she says looking at him. “When we come back from break Chris,” she allows him to take her hands and she looks at him. “Think about what you really want with your life. Really think about it.”

End of Flashback

“Can’t believe you remember that conversation after all these years,” Chris said shaking his head. “You really saved me there though,” he looks over at her. “What do you mean?”

“When we started at Hartfeld, I was the dumb jock. I let my past affect me, and I let it hurt the people who were meant to be in my life. You helped me show how to express myself and be in tune with me thoughts. In the years that I’ve known you, you’ve given me confidence when I need it the most. You make me laugh so hard, and you always support me. The older I get, the more I attracted I am you, and the more I love you. I can’t wait to live another decade with you Ann. I will always be yours, so thank you for changing my life.”

Ann smiles and kisses him. “I’m glad I found someone like you too Chris. You are my first everything, and I’m so glad to have a man like you in my life. You love me and the flaws that I have, but you make me a better person. I hope you enjoyed your birthday.”

“I have, and I’m so glad I get to end the day with you in my arms looking over the land we built together,”

He kisses her again and her forehead as the two rock with the lights on as they stare into the dark.

Perfect.

#chris x mc #the senior #the freshmen series #chris powell #christopher powell

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Tis The Season: A Family Divided

WC: 2900 ish

Pairing: Dean x Y/N

Warnings: a little bit of angst (read is an orphan but it didn’t happen till she was an adult and hit of crap parents) torwards the end but mostly just fluffy goodness

A/N: I tend to treat the English language like a garbage bin, in public I pronounce gym phonetically cause it makes people mad, and me smile. So please if you are an English teacher just pass on all of this... cause my tenses are timey whimy to say the least. That being said if you want to Beta, let me know I could use all the help I can get... hmmm, I guess that’s just a general statement about my life really..lol.

Get caught up here

The next morning Y/N woke up and packed everything up, she just had a bad feeling about the day and she couldn’t bear to ruin the holiday for the rest of Dean’s family.

“Good morning cheer, you ready for the big Christmas eve brunch,” Benny hollers from the other side of the door.

Y/N opens it with a sigh, “Please Benny, brunch happens at 11, this is breakfast. It’s still 9 am.” She laughed a bit, “Hey Benny if I ask you to do me a favor and not tell Dean could you do that?”

“Well it depends but probably,” he smiled.

“I don’t think today is going to go well and I don’t want to destroy the actual holiday for them, and by them I mean Mary, Jess, Sam and Dean. John can go fuck himself. I packed my bags, can you just put them in the car just in case?”

“Yes but I don’t like this, I know Dean’s not the best at standing up against his dad but he’s trying.”

“I get it and I see it. I don’t love him any less for it. It’s just not going to change. I know I had a similar relationship with my parents. And to be honest with you I don’t even think this is about Dean anymore. It’s about my own unchecked baggage with my parents,” Y/N let out with a sigh.

“Okay cheer, but please promise me you won’t leave the state without him. It would break him.”

“Agreed.”

As Y/N walked into the kitchen Dean stood up and pulled out the chair next to him. Y/N looked around the table and noticed that John was missing as Dean pushed in her chair giving her a kiss on the cheek. “How did you sleep babe,” Dean asked. “Well I am pretty sure it was more of a passing out thing after all of the whiskey,” Y/N said softly noticing that the family in the room was looking at them smiling.

“Well if you need a hangover cure, I make whip you up something that will make you feel better,” Sam laughed, “I’ve done it for Dean more than once.”

“I am not listening,” Mary smiled.

“No Sam I am good, some fresh fruit and some OJ should do the job. Do we have a nap time scheduled today? I will probably need one of those as well,” Y/N smiled. She couldn’t believe how welcome she felt, no judgement about her words last night. She was sure the family would take John’s side.

“We can probably arrange for that sweetheart, right mom,” Dean said, giving her hand a squeeze.

John joined them after about 20 minutes later, stateing that he just finished a business call and wanting to know the days plans where. John did not say a word to Y/N. Didn’t look at her, didn’t acknowledge her presents. He did however make comments on the events happening, stating that they were family only.

“Well if you excuse me, I will let you get back to your family planing,” Y/N said standing up.

“What’s wrong Y/N, the hangover got you feeling less than humans,” John asked with a laugh, “Ladies don't drink like you did last night.”

“No sir, I feel fine however I know when I am not welcome and I don’t want to make thing more uncomfortable for the rest of the family. As far as the lady comment, well I don’t really want to be a door mat for men to wipe their shit on. Thank you for the hospitality and breakfast,” Y/N got up and walked out of the room. Dean was calling her name and he began to stand up, however John grabbed his arm. “She’s not worth it son,” he said.

“How do you know, you haven’t even given her a change. All you do is cast your stupid prehistoric views on her,” Dean let out.

“I worn you son sit down or else.”

“Or else what, you will disown me like Y/N parents did to her? I know you ran a background check and I am sure you think I don’t know about her history, but I do. I know everything thing she has done, how she has made the world a better place. That’s 1000 times better than any of us sitting round this table, with the exception of Jess.”Dean smiled looking at Jessica.

“I am sorry Mom, I am going to go make sure my girlfriend is alright,” Dean said while exiting the kitchen.

He didn’t have to go far to find her, she had stopped around the corner when she heard Dean speak up. His heart broke when he saw she was crying, “ Baby I am so sorry, come here.”

“Dean I am not sad, did you mean all of that. Like really or was just to make your dad mad?”

“Of course I meant every last word of it. I should have stood up last night but I didn’t I am sorry.”

“Dean no one has ever stood up for me like that,” Y/N said as more tears fell on her face.

Dean wrapped her in his arms whispering, “I love you so much.” When they broke apart Dean took her hand and asked, “So pool house, Christmas movies. I don’t maybe Die Hard and Elf.”

“Oh Dean Winchester you know the way to this girl's heart.”

It didn’t take long before Y/N feel asleep on Dean as he continued to watch christmas movies enjoying the close space they shared. Before the movie was over Benny walked Mary in, “Bother, someone is here to see you.”

Well if it’s John tell him he’s not welcome and we if we need to leave we can,” Dean said louder than he intended.

“Can I join you,” Mary asked.

“Yes of course, sorry mom.”

“You know I like her. She’s strong and feisty, just what you need. You also seem happy, and that makes me happy.”

“Thank you, where’s dad.”

“He went to work, I don’t think he wanted to be here. After you left Sam laid into him pretty hard about how he didn't like Jess when she first started coming around. That she just distracted him from the work. Give him time he will figure it out and if he doesn’t well I will come see you,” Mary smiled softly.

“Yeah, I should have done this the frist night. I am an awful boyfriend.”

“Son we all have our issue and she gets yours. Don’t feel bad about it, just make sure she knows you love her. Ah the Griswolds, should we make a bet that your father will cut off knob on the top of the stairs or that he will have to cut down a tree from he front yard.”

“Ha, well let’s hope it’s neither. We're gonna press on, and we're gonna have the hap, hap, happiest Christmas since Bing Crosby tap-danced with Danny fucking Kaye. And when Santa squeezes his fat white ass down that chimney tonight, he's gonna find the jolliest bunch of assholes this side of the nuthouse.” They both laughed.

“You know Dean, most families are like the Griswolds, they want everything to be perfect for their children and it’s impossible and not because we all have a cousin Eddy. There is no perfect in real life. Hell there isn’t even a normal, well outside of the setting on the dyer.”

Mary stayed and finished the movie with them. Y/N woke up before the ending with both Mary and Dean making jokes about sleeping beauty. Mary let Y/N know that she fully excepted her at the family dinner and to be part of the family photo tonight, a Winchester tradition. Mary also let her know that a dress would be delivered for her an hour before the dinner.

“Dean, please stay in the guest house for the rest of your trip. I know John will be less than pleased, but seeing your smile I just couldn’t say no.”

The day was peaceful for both Y/N and Dean. It was the perfect christmas eve. When they hear Benny knock on the door they both sighed knowing dinner was close.

“Alright kids, so Mary let me bring two outfits. However we talked and we really think both of you should go with this one,” Benny let out hand over a garment bag.

“Oh my god what is this,” Y/N laughed.

“Mary and I talked about it and it’s fun and joyful, that’s something she seemed to think you were Y/N and that she knows Dean is. She might have used the world childish.”

“Ha, well you’re not wrong, I love it.”

“Hey now, same team,” Dean laughed.

The outfits where a matching over the top christmas print. Y/N dress and Dean’s suit were both a dark green, and decorated to make them look like christmas trees.

Looking in the mirror Y/N admired their reflection, “ We look perfectly horrible, I love it,”

“Well I think you got the perfect part right babe.”

Before dinner the gathered in the living room around the tree. While John had yet to show up Mary insisted on taking pictures. Everyone loved Dean and Y/N outfits, Jess and Sam even suggested next year they all coordinate.

As John walked into the room it was clear he disapproved of Y/N sitting on Dean’s lap. Lucky Ellen walked in around that time announcing dinner is ready. They all sat down a the formal dinning room table, Y/N was nestled on the corner next to Mary and Dean, far away form John.

“Alright family, John will lead us in grace and it looks like you Sam are going to be the frist to say what you are most thankful for this year and what you look forward to in the next year,” Mary said.

As Sam started speaking Y/N’s mind went off the rails. She was most grateful for Dean, but could she say that. But she had to say it, it’s true. There were a few other things on her list but Dean was on the top. She took a deep breath and listened to everyone speak before her it was her turn.

“Honestly, I am so very grateful for Dean. Even when we were just friends he alway made me feel valued and that’s not something I am used to. It was also because of Dean’s help that was I able to mentor two homeless youths and help them get off the streets and be productive member of the community.”

“That’s amazing Y/N,” Mary let out.

“Was that Kyle and Abby,” Dean asked.

“Yeah,” she smiled.

“I, I didn’t know they were homeless,” Dean said with a sad smile. “Alright I guess it’s my turn. So I am most grateful to running into this quirky little bartend in NW Portland. I asked her out on a date more than once, she always said no. Then I started to hangout with her as friends and she showed me a world I didn’t know about. And how she was making the world a better place, also how I could make the world a better place. Y/N you inspire me to be a better human and I hope I can have a fraction of the impact you have had on this world.” When Dean finished he look and Y/N, and kissed her deeply and passionately. John said nothing.

Sam’s boys went next and then it was John’s turn.

“Well I love and I am also grateful for my family. But right now I am more thank for our private investigator Azazel. Because of him I know that Y/N over there is a gold digging whore. 10 years ago she was in a relationship Dick Roman and when that relationship ended he had to giver her 25k to get off the hook. It looks like her father set them up on a date, them being business associates and when it was all over her family disowned her. So clearly she’s just a whore looking for money. If Mr Roman couldn’t make her happy, I don’t think you can.”

“Are you done John or is there more,” Y/N asked.

“There is more, I knew your mother before she died. I didn’t know till well Azazel found it but I remember her. I remember her talking about her freeloading daughter that never did anything to help the family succeed. She was ashamed and disappointed in you 15 years ago and I think she would still be today.”

“Well clearly John you believe removing me for the picture is more important than your family's happiness so you would probably be a good friend to my mother. My father actually negotiated a deal for me to marry Dick. I wanted nothing to do with it. At first he was respectful however after a year that all changed. There was physical abuse and he would bring in his own medic’s to patch me up, there was rape that no one would believe when I went to the police. The only reason I am probably alive is because Dick’s lawyer saw what was happening and offered me a life line, Crowley. The first time I met Crowley my eye socket was shattered. Crowley has all of the evidence, the pictures of everything that happened. I just wanted to be free, Crowley got me my freedom and a lump sum of money. He is the only one who keeps that evidence incase something where to happen to me. When I was at Crowley’s my parents came for me multiple times and I didn’t understand why. It was then that Crowley found out my parents had pretty much sold me to Dick and Dick was coming after the money he gave them. Crowley helped me disappear into a bar in Portland where no one I know would find me. And with that I think I am done for this evening. I hope you all have a wonderful Christmas Eve,” she said standing up and walking out. The dinning room was quite. Not a word everyone taking everything in. Dean new about Dick but not the physical abuse, she just told him about the mental and that Crowley got her off.

The staff was never far off and Y/N was hoping that Benny would be right there, she wasn’t disappoint. “You’re bag is still in the car, would you like to go.”

“Yes, please, “ Y/N said as tears fell down her face. There was no noise form the dining room. Nothing. Y/N figured Dean would need some time to over come his anger. She never told Dean about the physical abuse or rape because Dean is an accquatice of Dick’s and that would never end well.

“Cheer, I don’t want you to be alone tonight, Jo has the night off and Ellen will be home soon. Can I take you there. Bobby will be over before the night is over.”

“I would rather be alone but I don’t have any money on me right now so I am at your disposal.”

“Y/N, no you aren’t. If you want a first class room in this town I can get you that. But we do like you and I am worry. Dean’s going to be worried. If he finds out I left you alone I would get a beating, cheer.”

“Okay Benny, Jo’s it is.”

When Benny showed up a Jo’s place he messaged Mary letting her know where Y/N was and that he wouldn’t be coming back tonight. Mary was grateful for the news and insisted that Ellen and Bobby go home early to spend time with their family. When Ellen walked in she brought a few more gifts into the house with her. Mary had a feeling that this might happened so she had packed a few extra gifts for Y/N and let Bobby know.

“Well this is wonderful,” Ellen walked in to the room seeing Jo’s arm around Y/N while Benny sat on the floor beneath them while It’s a Wonderful Life played on the TV. “I have pie who wants some?”

As the pie was handed being finished Ellen starts to hand out gifts.

“What’s this,”Y/N asked, “I don’t need anything.”

“Well no one needs anything, but you deserve it,” Ellen said, “We all open one gift Christmas Eve for a reason and I think you will find you’re very useful”

As everyone opened their gift she could see they were all christmas pj’s and Y/N smiled. “ These are the best, but how did you know I would be here Ellen.”

“I didn’t, these are actually from Mary.” And with that Y/N couldn’t hold the tears back. Mary had gotten her a gift incase she wasn’t there. There is so much thought and work, money makes it easier but she had never felt so love in her life. Ellen held her that best a mom could and let her cry her tears of joy.

After presents there were more holiday movies and finally eggnog and a red wine hot coco. Bobby and Ellen didn’t have much room but Y/N was more than happy with the sofa. After the family when to bed, Y/N drifted off to sleep watching the fire die down wondering how she got so lucky and hoping that Dean was okay.

Next Part (will be out Christmas Day)

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