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midnightcreator12 · 3 months ago

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And We'll Keep Marching On Chapter 25 - Within the Woods

idk why this chapter took me a month, I swear I write faster than that. I guess I hope y'all think it was worth that wait! Hopefully, the next bit will be out faster!

AO3

Raph could admit that he may have…overreacted.

But could anyone really blame him? Leo had just vanished without a word! Raph had pretty much torn the farmhouse apart looking for him before running to the barn and by then his entire brain was screaming that something was wrong, that there was something in the house, that something had gotten Leo-

And then Mikey and Raven had shown up, basically dragging Leo into the barn, and Raph’s already frayed nerses had just…exploded.

He felt a little bad for yelling at Mikey but he still stood by what he’d said to Raven. He’d trusted her, trusted her to get Leo help, had put up with weeks of tension from Casey and Donnie. And all they got was some weird do-hickey taped to the TV satellite.

No big army to fight the Kraang, no powerful war general to help them take back New York and definitely no doctor who could actually help Leo. Just one de-aged space soldier.

But he did regret that his snapping had also made Leo clam up.

Leo and Mikey had planted themselves on the couch to watch cartoons when they all came in from the barn. Leo was obviously giving Raph the cold shoulder, only speaking if Raph spoke to him directly…and speaking was generous when most of Leo’s answers were grunts and hums.

Mikey was very carefully avoiding direct eye contact.

The thin amount of tension in the living room made Raph feel riled up again. Made his metaphorical hackles rise and made him want to run and punch things. But he could not do that because he wasn’t sure if Leo would try running off again.

So he settled for walking to the kitchen for a snack.

Casey was sat at the table, a sketchbook open in front of him with the bare beginnings of a mural design. He looked up when Raph stepped inside, “Yo, angry Raph finally back?”

“Zip it,” Raph huffed, pausing by the table to scrutinize the sketch. “Your layout is uneven.”

“I’m not done yet, you know that,” Casey tugged the book closer so he could lean over it. “I think your family issues are a much bigger problem right now.”

“We’re fine,” Raph snapped. “It’s just…it’s been a day.”

“Sure,” Casey rolled his eyes. “Or maybe Leo is just as stir-crazy as the rest of you are right now?”

Raph jaw ticked, “He can’t just go running off into the woods. It was stupid, he could’ve hurt himself worse and…” Raph trailed off.

If Casey noticed the hesitation, he didn’t comment. Instead, he pointed his pencil to the living room, “Look, I get it, your bro’s all banged up and you don’t want him getting hurt again. But honestly? I think you and Donnie need to ditch the kid gloves already.”

Raph’s eyes narrowed, “I don’t know if you heard but his knee is in pieces.”

“I thought Dee said the bones were healing up?”

Raph growled low in his chest, “Yeah and it’s still fragile and could rebreak if he tries doing stupid stuff like, oh I don’t know, running around in the woods full of tree roots and random holes.”

Casey sighed, rubbing at his face, “Look dude, you gotta let up a bit or Leo’s gonna suffocate. Or stab you, pretty sure he’s got a hidden blade in that crutch.”

He did. Both him and Donnie hadn’t wanted Leo to have katanas yet but they also both agreed that he needed something to protect himself, especially with the Mom-Thing still fresh in their minds at the time.

Two tanto blades were hidden in the cross bars of the crutch and Leo knew where they were. Raph knew he hadn’t been particularly happy and had been braced for questions about his swords. They had yet to be asked.

And Raph hadn’t brought it up again because the tanto knives were a precaution that wouldn’t be needed because Raph was not going to let anything get anywhere near his big brother again.

So he gritted his teeth, hard enough to make his jaw creak, “Maybe I’m being overbearing because I know Leo will pull something stupid? Ya know, cause I grew up with him.”

Casey sighed heavily, bending back over his sketch, “Whatever man, I’m just trying to help you out. But if you wanna get clocked when Leo finally gets fed up with you, be my guest.”

Raph rolled his eyes and continued to the cabinets, “Bit late for that.”

But he was okay with that. His brothers being upset with him wasn’t an uncommon thing for Raph and that went double for Leo. He could deal with Leo being upset if it meant he stayed safe.

That’s what mattered at the end of the day, that they all stayed safe.

“Sooo, we gonna lock him in the basement when we go back?”

Raph had been starting to scarf some saltines but the comment made him choke, clapping a hand over his mouth to keep crumbs from spraying everywhere, “The hell are you talkin’ about?”

Casey shrugged, “Just seems like you wanna lock Leo in the house and never let him out. It’s cool, we can leave the murder-bot here to guard him.”

“Are you nuts? I’m not gonna abandon him here!”

Casey blinked, “So why are you making Donnie go so slow with his recovery?”

“I’m not,” Raph growled.

Because he wasn’t, he’d left the medical recovery stuff to Donnie. He’d even let Donnie make that stupid mutagen crap and feed it to Leo for days. He’d hated the idea the second Donnie showed him the final product but he’d trusted Donnie not to poison Leo.

And he didn’t think Donnie had meant to make Leo sick but seeing…

Seeing Leo being held up and walked into the barn brought a lot of unpleasant memories back to the surface, ones that Raph really did not want in his mind’s eye. The mutagen medicine probably was helping more than hurting but….Leo was already so weak, Raph wasn’t sure if he could deal with him having another dip in his recovery.

Speaking of which, “You’re gonna take me to the closest pharmacy this week.”

Casey raised a brow at that, “Why?”

“So we can steal painkillers for Leo.”

“Uhhh, aren’t you guys, like, super against stealing?”

Raph crammed down another cracker, “Yeah, not feeling very morally high right now.”

Casey opened his mouth to reply when the front door swung open.

Raph sat up, taking a few steps so he could see who’d come in. Donnie had returned, a bit muddier and slightly damp but he had the glass container in hand.

Raph frowned when he saw how little liquid was left inside, “Did you dump out some on the way back?”

Donnie startled at the question, head snapping up and staring at Raph for a moment before his shoulders slumped with a heavy sigh, “No, I think Leo decided to just chug some and the rest spilled when he dropped it.”

Raph glared at the flask, “Good.”

Donnie sighed again, moving closer and dropping his voice, “Look, Raph, I know how you feel about this stuff but it's probably Leo’s best bet at recovering fully. Knee injuries like his can take months to years to fully heal and we really don’t have that kind of time-”

“The Kraang have stayed put for months, don’t see why they wouldn’t keep staying put.”

“We can’t bank on that,” Donnie hissed. “There's been basically no information about what's going on in the city. For all we know, they spent all winter building more Technodrones and they’ll launch them any second.”

Raph bit inside his cheek, looking away, “....we prioritize Leo, we’ll deal with everything else as it comes up.”

“Well, yeah, but-”

“And this gunk is not going anywhere near him,” Raph jabbed the flask. “Make a list of normal meds, I’ll get them.”

“Raph…” Donnie paused. “...We shouldn’t steal what we can make-”

“Leo is the priority,” Raph repeated. “I don’t care what Master Splinter or anyone else will say about it.”

Donnie paused, tapping the flask, “.....sorry.”

“Ah, geezzz,” Raph groaned, reaching up to tug roughly at Donnie’s mask tails. “Don’t get all sappy with me, I’ve had enough of that recently. Just….write me a list.”

“Okay,” Donnie nodded before pressing the flask into Raph’s hands. “Um…you should hang onto this.”

Raph wrinkled his beak at the concoction but took it anyway. There was a chance Leo would try to steal it back or that Donnie would cave and give him more.

Raph wasn’t going to make either of those things easy for Leo.

Donnie nodded again before slipping off into the living room. Raph watched as Mikey gleefully scooched over and made room for Donnie to squeeze onto the couch. Leo looked up at the shift, watching Donnie for a moment before his eyes locked with Raphs.

Raph’s arm moved without him thinking, hiding the flask and, more importantly, its contents.

And Leo definitely saw that because his eyes flicked down for a split second before returning to Raph’s face.

There was a silent moment between them. And the longer it dragged out the Raph felt more and more like one of Donnie's weird experiments under a microscope. But he refused to squirm under Leo’s gaze. He was not getting the glowy junk back, ever. Nothing made out of mutagen resulted in anything good.

Leo’s eyes narrowed, his beak wrinkled slightly.

And then he turned away, slouching into the couch so that he was hidden by Mikey and Donnie.

Raph sighed, tucking the flask into his belt and wandering back into the kitchen for water.

Casey kept his eyes very firmly and pointedly fixed on the drawing pad.

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The farmhouse was tense and quiet for the rest of the afternoon.

And into the evening.

Especially when Raph finally went into the living room.

Pretty much everyone else had migrated in there at some point for cartoons. Except for two individuals.

And that absence was more highlighted by Mikey sighing heavily from the window, “Dudes, I’m getting kinda worried about Raven.”

“I’m sure she’s fine,” Donnie mumbled from the couch.

Casey turned in his seat so he could cross his arms on the back of the couch and grinned, “Yeah man, she's, like, a space marine. The woods are nothing compared to space.”

“But she’s never been gone this long! And she was really up-” Mikey turned to see Raph in the doorway and his eyes went wide. “Uuuuuh, hey Raph!”

Raph just rolled his eyes and took a scan of the room.

April was sat on the couch, squished between Donnie and Casey. Mikey was curled in the rocker that he’d dragged over to the window. Leo was by the lit fireplace in the large armchair, a mug of tea held to his chest.

Raph’s eyes lingered on the cup, mostly because of how little Leo’s hand shook. It settled something in his chest, seeing Leo’s hands steady enough to hold a cup without worry.

But Leo was looking at the fire. Pretty much fixated on it.

So, still mad. Great.

Actually, yeah, it was great, in Raph’s option. He’d rather have Leo mad and not chugging poison or trying to go on an impromptu nature hike. It wasn't like he wasn't used to Leo being mad at him anyway!

Raph made his way to the only seat left, the rickety little chair next to the couch, and sat down hard enough that it squeaked in protest. He only glanced at the show running, finding it was the weird fantasy sci-fi show that Mikey had gotten hooked on.

Conan, Corand…something something about a Barbarian. Either way, it was Mikey’s newest fixation and he’d torn through the house several times when he thought he was about to miss an episode.

A slimy and uncomfortable feeling worked into Raph’s shell.

Because Mikey was staring out the window and worrying over his friend, completely ignoring the show he’d dubbed ‘the best thing made since stuffed crust pizza’.

He was still angry with her but, damnit, he didn’t want to chase her off. Even if she hadn’t kept her word about the backup, she at least was helpful in distracting Mikey and, to an extent, Leo.

…maybe-

Raph’s musings were cut short when the lights suddenly flickered.

Everyone froze, glancing up at the ceiling. The lights stabilized for a moment, filling the room with a warm yellow glow…

And then everything went black.

There were various sounds of shock and annoyance from everyone, bumps and thumps from people undoubtedly running into each other in the dark. Raph stood up, blinking hard to try and force his eyes to adjust faster.

The only light source was the slight glow from the fireplace so Raph stumbled his way over, hands flapping at the air blindly. He made a small sound of surprise when another three-fingered hand grabbed his.

He knew it was Leo. He could hear everyone else still stumbling around blindly. There was a particularly loud bang of someone's shins hitting the coffee table, and a string of swears that told him it was Casey.

And then there was a click and Raph squawked when Donnie turned the flashlight on right in his face.

“Whoops,” Donnie pointed it down, sheepishly rubbing his neck. “Sorry Raph.”

Mikey popped up at Donnie’s shoulder, looking around the room warily, “Dude, what happened to the lights?”

“Relax, it’s probably just a blown fuse,” Donnie said. “It happens with old houses. I’ll have it fixed in no time.”

Raph frowned after Donnie as he left the room. Even if it was spring, the nights were still chilly and the house did not hold heat well.

As if to cement his fear, a gust of wind whistled down the chimney and sent a cold burst of air into the living room, snuffing out the soft glow from the fireplace and leaving just blackened bits of wood.

Leo shivered.

Raph’s jaw ticked and he glared at the dead fireplace. His eyes had adjusted enough that he could grope his way to the box where they kept extra wood. His fingers only found the metal bottom of the box and a case of matches.

“Damn.”

“Language,” Leo croaked out.

Raph glared over his shoulder, knowing that his eyes would be visible enough for Leo to see. He himself couldn’t pick out Leo’s features very well but…he had the oddest feeling that Leo was smirking at him.

It settled something in Raph’s chest a little.

But that feeling was stirred up again when a stronger bust of cold air ghosted through the fireplace.

“I’m gonna get more wood,” Raph stated. His vision had fully adjusted now, so finding his way to the doorway was a piece of cake.

There was a thump and another grunt from Casey, “Ack, where- ah, nevermind. Hey, Raph! You sure you should wander around alone?”

Raph paused to look over his shoulder, seeing that Casey was trying to navigate around the furniture…and was looking a bit too far to the right to be facing Raph fully.

Raph snorted, “Our eyes adjust faster than yours do, Case. I’ll be fine for two minutes.”

Leo grunted from his chair, “Ca…careful.”

“We’re in the middle of nowhere,” Raph continued his trek. “I’ll be back in no time.”

The moon was full that night, so Raph could see even better when he made his way outside. The woodpile was normally stacked by the side of the house, facing towards the forest for easy drop-off.

Raph frowned when he circled the house and only found trampled dirt and a few sticks.

They had been keeping the pile stocked over winter, the fire being a pretty big part of keeping the building warm enough. The frequency had gone down when the snow fully melted but the chill of spring nights meant that someone usually tossed another log into the hearth every few days.

But it seemed no one had really thought to restock it as rigorously.

Raph sighed, grabbing the axe from its place next to the remnants of the wood pile. He didn’t have to go far, he knew, but it was still annoying.

He could just give up and go wait for Donnie to turn everything back on….but he was already out here.

Raph could still see the house when he stopped. He’d probably be able to see the lights of the living room if the power wasn’t out, so he felt more than comfortable enough to start hacking away at a fallen tree.

The moon was high, the nightlife in full swing around him as the axe thwacked into the tree over and over. It wasn't until Raph paused to gather what he had so far into a pile that his senses suddenly flared to life.

Some small, inner voice, cultivated and refined from years of training, recoiled and hissed in his ear: danger, danger, danger!

Raph stood, bringing his fists up, eyes going white as he scanned his surroundings, “Who’s there?”

The woods didn’t answer. If anything, they’d seemed to have gotten quieter.

Raph’s lip curled in a snarl as he glared into the shadows of the woods, straining his ears and eyes to try and find what had gotten his hackles raised.

He took a step forward.

A set of antlers suddenly rose from behind a bush as a pair of black, beady deer eyes stared at Raph for a moment. And then the animal was bolting away in a flash of brown and white fur.

Raph blinked, his arms falling to his sides and a huff escaping him, “Just…was just a deer I guess.”

He did one more scan anyway, before turning back to his previous task, “Geez, I’m starting to sound like Mikey, jumping at shadows- YEOW!”

Raph crashed to the ground when something suddenly wrapped around his ankle and tightened. He rolled, kicking his free leg to try and dislodge it quickly. But whatever had latched onto him tangled around his other leg.

Raph twisted, grabbing his sai and levering himself upright, grabbing hold of the-

Of the vines that were snaking up his legs!? “What the hell?!”

He went to cut the vines away, but more sprung from seemingly nowhere, ensnaring his arms and tightening hard enough to force his weapon from his hand.

Raph struggled, kicking and pulling, even biting as more vines pinned him to the ground. But he didn’t start to truely panic until the vines started dragging him deeper into the trees.

His struggles became more frantic and he managed to roll himself onto his plastron, claws digging into the dirt to try and keep himself from being dragged away, “Guy! Gu-”

Raph’s yells were cut off when something large grabbed the back of his head and slammed his forehead into the ground.

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Raph groaned.

His head was pounding and his entire body felt stiff and achy and sore….probably because he was lying on the very cold ground in an extremely uncomfortable position…

Had he fallen asleep during another cartoon marathon? Had everyone just left him? Shut off the lights and walk away without even giving him a nudge?

….no, he wasn’t watching shows…the power had gone out?

Geeeezzz, his head hurt….

Raph blinked slowly, trying to remember what he’d been doing that had made him end up sprawled on the floor.

But his brain screeched into high gear when he heard the unmistakable sound of a Kraang laser gun.

Had they been found? Was that why the Kraang hadn’t moved out of the city? Had they been looking for them?!

They couldn’t fight them! Not now! Leo couldn’t-

Raph tried to stand, shoved shaky arms under himself and started to push himself up-

Something clung to his legs, something that had burrowed deep under his scales and burned through every cell in his body and forced him back to the ground as pain ripped through him.

Raph gasped for air, his hand scrabbling at the ground. His skin felt like it was buzzing, like he’d just gotten shocked but the stinging sensation afterward wasn’t fading away.

He tensed when the laser screeched out again, several shots in rapid succession.

But…it sounded like it was only one?

That didn’t make sense. The brain-faces tended to travel in groups of two, at least, and they definitely wouldn’t be dumb enough to just send two after the turtles that had caused them so many setbacks.

But there definitely was just one laser gun going off. Why was there just one?

Raph squinted at his surroundings, trying to make his foggy brain work and at least tell him where he was.

….he was a little embarrassed to admit, even to himself, how long it took him to think ‘this isn’t the farmhouse’.

He was in some kind of building, but it was small. The walls, floor and roof were all made of the same cracked and rotting wood that didn’t do a thing against wind or vegetation invading. Raph shuddered and looked around, taking in the random assortment of rusted tools, dirt, bits of grass poking through the floorboards. He also saw a rickety-looking door, partly open, just enough to let him see the flashes of pink outside.

He also saw a glass flask shoved into a corner. A very empty glass flask that he knew had had more mutagen in it not too long ago, “What the hell…is goin’ on?”

The shots sounded again, closer now.

And a familiar, female voice.

“Why. Won’t. You. Stay. Down! Slana'pir, jari'eyc vaar osi'yaim! B'epa slaat bal ramaana!”

When did Raven get here?

He didn’t have much time to ponder that before there was a loud twacking sound of something hitting flesh and a yelp of pain.

Raven came flying through the door, vines pinning her arms to her sides. She rolled when she hit the ground, twisting and growling as her feet scrabbled to right herself, face twisted into an expression of pure rage and directed towards the now open door.

Raph turned to look at what had invoked her ire.

A massive, looming figure stood there. Green skin, almost leathery-looking in texture, like a bunch of vines had coiled themselves up in a rough mimicry of a human, broken up by streaks of florescent teal and small clusters of white flowers and leaves. It was wearing faded overalls, some of the seams popped open and frayed from the sure size of the creature, and a burlap sack hid most of its face, only a singular glowing teal eye visible through a rip.

Raph inhaled sharply as his heart rate skyrocketed.

The creature lumbered into the shed, towering over Raven as she braced her back against the wall to sit herself up. The shadow from the thing made it hard for Raph to see her face but he could make out her still trying to fully stand.

The creature growled.

Raven yelped as vines burst from the ground itself, lashing around her legs and dragging her down to the floor. The creature watched, its head tilting as Raven continued to struggle.

And then it slowly turned to Raph.

Raph hackles went up and an involuntary hiss punched out of his throat. He pushed his hands against the floor in an attempt to shuffle back, put some distance between himself and…and whatever this thing was.

But whatever was holding his legs down kept him firmly in place and Raph hissed in pain again when his attempts to move were rewarded with the burning, tingling sensation under his scales.

The creature stomped over, standing over Raph for a moment before it leaned down.

Raph hissed again when he felt pressure on his shell, squirming under the weight, “Get off me you freaky-” The threat Raph had been preparing was cut short by his pained screaming.

Raph’s entire body felt like it was burning, the heat more intense on his lower body but inching higher. He screeched as his body got hotter and hotter, convinced he was about to burst into flame and burn away to nothing-

And as fast as it started, it ended. Leaving Raph heaving and exhausted on the floor.

The creature walked away, teal streaks glowing more intensely as it shuffled back outside, closing the door to the shed behind it.

Raph listened as the heavy footfalls got further and further away.

He lay there for a bit, just breathing, waiting for the tingling pinprick feelings to dull before he looked back to Raven.

And promptly gaped when he did, “Are you..are you crying?”

“Shut it!” Raven barked, tears flowing freely down her face. “Be pissed at me later I can’t deal with it right now!”

Raph’s jaw snapped shut. His brain was still sluggish, unsure of how to best respond to the situation playing out in front of him.

Raven twisted and strained, tears still dripping off her chin, “Stupid kriffin’, di’kut, nerf herdin’-”

“Dude….you’re freaking me out,” it was the only thing Raph could think to say.

Raven snarled, heels digging into the ground, “You think this is fun for me?! Kriff, kark, damnit, motherfucking weak body! I should’ve been able to beat it! GodDAMNIT!”

Raph couldn’t do anything but watch as Raven’s voice got louder and her swearing got more colorful. And cried, the crying was really throwing him for a loop because…he really did not know how to deal with that.

He was still upset with her, some little voice in the back corner of his mind still growled at her for not helping Leo. But much more of his mind could only comprehend that he’d never seen her cry before and he barely knew how to handle his own brothers crying, let alone a borderline stranger.

So he just watched as her struggling lessened and she screamed herself hoarse.

It felt like an age before she finally slumped against the wall, panting and hiccuping, eyes red and face blotchy.

Raph shuffled, wincing when the movement tugged painfully at his legs, “Uhhm…where have you been?”

“What?” Raven’s voice was shot, raspy and cracking, as she looked towards Raph.

“You were gone all day…Mikey was worried.”

Raven blinked at him a few times before looking up and thunking her head against the wall, “...was in the woods…thinking….everything’s too loud now.”

“...what?”

Raven heaved in another breath, “Everything. Is. Loud. Ever since I got…de-aged everything’s been so loud. My own thoughts are loud, everything is so kriffing bright and this crying shit keeps happening! I don’t….gods, I shouldn’t be dumping this on you.”

“Eh?” Raph frowned. “Naw, naw…is fine. What’d you mean loud?” His interest was peaked now, and the conversation was giving him something to focus on other than the itchiness that had wormed under his scales.

Raven inhaled shakily again, “...I shouldn’t….and I shouldn’t have lied to you to make myself feel better…”

Raph blinked, sluggish brain trying to comprehend what Raven was trying to say, “What?”

“The longest….the longest any trooper has had to wait for rescue was a month…I should’ve told you after the first month that they weren’t coming.”

Raph’s frown deepened, “What happened…to that big speech about how you guys don’t leave people behind?”

Raven didn’t speak for a beat, just breathed heavily as she stared toward the shed’s roof, “...General Ader wouldn’t just abandon me, she would never abandon any of us. So if no one has shown up yet…it means they can’t.”

….oh.

…Oh, crap, now Raph felt like a horrible person.

Raven kept talking, sounding like she was about to burst into tears again, “Gods, why won’t….damnit, I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry Raphael. I really did want to get you all help. You’re all just kids and you’re dealing with so much-”

“You’re a kid,” Raph huffed.

“No I’m not,” Raven didn’t sound very confident in her statement.

But she didn’t elaborate further. Raph really felt like she should but he wasn’t sure how.

So he just lay on the floor, watching Raven.

They should probably be figuring out how to escape…but he was getting tired, the brief rush from the creature and Raven showing up leaving his system.

He didn’t notice the layer of moss slowly climbing further up his shell.

He barely heard Raven start calling his name again.

His vision went dark and the world was quiet.

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Translations

Slana'pir, jari'eyc vaar osi'yaim! B'epa slaat bal ramaana - Piss off, you ugly, underdeveloped shithead! Eat dirt and die!

Di'kut - idiot, stupid

Kriff - fuck

kark - shit

#tmnt #tmnt 2012 #lone hunter and turtle #star wars #tmnt au #fanfic #oc

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pushovermediacritic · 1 year ago

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Hunchback of Notre Dame 2 Review

Hunchback 1 is my favorite Disney Musical, but I never watched Hunchback 2, so I decided to share my thoughts on the direct-to-video sequel that no-one ever talks about.

The MacGuffin of this movie is a huge bell with gems encrusted on the inside. You'd think the ringer would BREAK THE GEMS, but I guess not.

Oh GOD, the animation is so much worse! The characters all look like their stunt doubles! Also, ew, there's a "funhouse mirror" gem in the bell that reflects Quasimodo without his deformities, and he looks cursed and I hate it. Man, the movie looks so bad at points, it's actually corrupting my memory of the first one.

Zephyr, the son of Esmeralda and Phoebus, does not look like Esmeralda at all and he is so annoying.

Sarousch is the villain of this movie, and the plot is an extremely cliche "guy wants to steal something, so he has his female assistant seduce the main character close to the thing he wants to steal, but the main character is so charming that he wins her over" story I've seen in a billion other things. Honestly, Stuart Little 2 did it better (and wow, this and that both came out in 2002, bad year for originality).

Sarousch's relationship with Madellaine is just a copy of Frollo's relationship with Quasimodo, they both adopted the other off the street and have convinced them that they wouldn't make it in the world without them. Which rings more hollow because Madellaine is a pretty woman without any of Quasimodo's disabilities. Sarousch is just a generic narcissist magician thief, he really sucks compared to Frollo, and the climax of the movie is the most anti-climactic thing I've ever seen.

Honestly, though, props to the movie for having Madellaine take one look at Quasimodo and nope out of there because he's so hideous. She's not some pure innocent mislead saint, instantly able to see through imperfections. Shame that Madellaine is in a story with such bad writing, because her voice actress is really giving it her all.

So, the movie confirms that the Gargoyles being alive is magic. No-one else but Quasimodo, Madellaine, and the goat can see them move, but Madellaine can see and hear them.

Festival De L'Amour sucks, Ordinary Miracle sucks, I'd Stick With You sucks, Falalala Fallen in Love sucks. There isn't a single good song in this film.

Why does Phoebus have to apologize at the end? He didn't say or do anything wrong. He was completely right to suspect and then accuse the circus workers of stealing stuff, because they were stealing stuff. It was entirely Esmeralda who connected his suspicions to gypsies and made it sound like he was being bigoted, she's the one who twisted his words.

Speaking of Esmeralda, she is USELESS in this movie. She gives some advice to Quasimodo, judges Phoebus for distrusting people who turn out to be distrustful, and hangs on Phoebus' arm any time she's not judging him. Her independence as a character is GONE.

There are some interesting lines from Sarousch when he's first talking to Madellaine, lines like "a girl like you could never make it out there", similar to what Frollo would say about Quasimodo's physical disability. I guess what those lines were supposed to be alluding to is that Madellaine was a thief when she was 6 (which is a really stupid thing to be ashamed of).

But what I thought when listening to those lines is that Madellaine was going to have some sort of mental or intellectual disability, to mirror Quasimodo's physical disability.

I think I'll adopt that headcanon, since it instantly makes the movie a lot better, especially the montage where Quasimodo is showing her around Paris and how to experience it with other senses than sight. If Madellaine has Autism or something like that, that scene goes from a ham-fisted "ugly things are pretty on the inside" metaphor (just like that stupid bell) to something a lot more beautiful.

#the hunchback of notre dame #the hunchback of notre dame 2 #madellaine #quasimodo #phoebus #esmeralda #disability

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kleiner-ghost · 10 months ago

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What of Kenny's and Bounty Hunter's conversation didn't get interrupted at the space Applebee's?

2nd person POV, spoilers ahead.

"So-so I killed them all. I -" Kenny rambled on.

"Listen." You interrupted, as you put your hand over his head, trying to reassure him. Well, you tried at least, but Kenny flinched away, avoiding eye contact. "Listen," you continued, "you say this is all your fault, that you're this horrible person for killing all your people-"

"Yes, t-that's exactly what I've been saying. If not for m-me, my people would still be alive, I would still have a home!"

You sat back in your chair, arms crossed over your chest. You'd thought that his rant was over earlier, but evidentially de still had some stuff to get off his chest.

"From where I stand, Garmantuous was the one to do all the killing. How many of your people did you kill?"

"All of them!"

"That was a rhetorical question." You snapped. Kenny made a small scoop backwards and shut up. "Zero. You, personally, didn't fire that canon of yours at any of your own."

"A-actually,"

You shook a finger in front of his face, hushing him again.

"And how many G3's have you killed? After how many dozens have you stopped counting? Kenny, I'm not saying you're a good guy, don't give me that face, but you gotta put things into perspective-"

The loud sound of a space RV dashing past the space Applebee's, and almost running someone over briefly snapped your attention towards the window.

"T-then, what are you you saying?" Kenny, clearly unbothered by traffic violations asked.

"That you fucked up. You were young and impressionable, and Garmantuous took advantage of that, and you fucked up, sure, but you tried to make it better."

"Wow, it took nothing at all to p-paint me as a hero in all t-this. M-maybe the others will be as stupid, I mean open minded, as you." Kenny muttered.

You weren't sure if that was sarcasm, or genuine thoughts, but you took offence to it none the less.

"If you wanna souse in your self-pity-guilt sandwich, then be my guest. But we've killed hundreds of people in these past what, 3 days?" You weren't sure how long you'd been a bounty hunter for, with the warps and all the days did blend in together, but you were sure it'd been less than a week, "Some of them even had names." You added for dramatic purposes.

You couldn't remember what any of the bounties outside of Dr. Joopy were called, but your point still stood. Judging by Kenny's expression, it was coming across too.

"Those those were G3's. T'thats not the same."

"Yeah, because you actually killed them." You pooed his forehead. "Unlike the Gatlians who were killed by orange shitface."

Kenny looked away for a second, collecting his thoughts.

"Y-you're right." He eventually conceeded. "But I don't think the others will see it like that."

"Burning crossed bridges and all that," you shrugged.

"What?"

"It's an Earth expression. Now let's go before the wrighters comes back and makes me eat this, urgh," you gave the shrimp quessadilla a dirty side glance, "or worse, makes us pay for it."

"Yeah! Let's go. And and if he comes after us, you can fire my glob shot at them!"

"Sure..."

This was another conversation that you needed to have with him, but you decided to save it for another day, as you dashed, without dining, out of the Applebee's.

#high on life game #high on life kenny #just couldn't stop thinking about how this interaction should have gone #i get why the other guns are pissed thouguh #but it would have been nice if this was a dialogue option #to reassure the poor boy #drabble

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saylebe · 2 months ago

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The first part of my life , Hell

form as far as i can remember , i always dreamed of stop going to school. the first thing i remember from my inscription when i was really yong was asking to the teacher and my parents "when does school stop ?" and hearing that horrifying answear : "when you'll be 18 years old"

and since then , i was just waiting , and i still wait. i want to live , not to be seated on a stupid chair in a stupid classroom full of other kids that have a 1 on 2 chance to be mean to me for some reason. i'm awkward , strange , i don't really fit in. in school i wasn't doing bad either , i was good , but with time i just became unable to do this anymore.

the 25th of this month , i am 18 years old. i'm already out of school. i couldn't stand it anymore. i'm going to make a couple of formation just so i can work , and i'll always regret that fact that i can't go to a university (i can later in my life tho , but i don't think it would be worth it)

in 2017 , i quited my native little country side belgian town in the deapth of the Ardennes to go to Liège. in a special school , called "Vielle Montagne" , "Old Mountain". i made my first real friends there , but lost contact with them for the most part , exept one who is still a really good friend to this day.

then i got to a School called "Léonie de Waha" around 2019 just before Covid 19, and i met friends that to this day i consider as my brothers. i lost one due to inapropriate behavior with a girl HE invited to MY house for a historic rallye (the Legend Boucles) and we all stopped being friends with him. it happened at the start of this year , and it still hurt.

i was in a residential school during that time , and i missed my house at the time. i wanted to go back to my native southern-belgian town. what a mistake i made. that wasn't the only factor tho , i was really shitty at math , like really and still is today, and i wouldn't be able to keep going like that in that school. so i moved from classical general class to Technical gestion and accountancy class in 2021-22.

these were my last 3 years of my life currently , and it broke me like i never thought i could be broken. moral harassing , a form of lonelyness i thought i'd only experience when i was a child , no friends , no real social connexion. i've experienced depression like i never thought i could. one day , i wasn't even capable of moving out of my bed to go to school. i tried changing classrooms to go to art , but it was worse. egoistical and sadistical ppl just made my life even worse. how can artistical ppl be such assholes ??? wtf.

currently , i'm moving out. back in the Liège Region but not in Liège directly. either in a town called Huy or Vaux-et-borsaix. also , we just discovered that my mother had Sclerosis , and it looks like Charco will shorten her life even more than her 2 pancreas , hemophilia von will de brand syndrom (that i also have) , fucked up and almost non fonctioning stomach and intestins , a brain that was opened in half when she was a child and all the really fucked up things her father did to her (he's dead now, of alcoolism) + that fallopian tube cancer cancer she had before i was born. (yes , my embryon were made in a petri box and then injected into my mothers uterus, i'm a In Vitro baby and she tried 11 times before sucessfuly having me).

i was meant to be born with a twin , a brother or a sister. he/she never lived , he was born without organs. he's name was Lou. the surname that my mother and my other older brothers and sister gave me is Loulou. i always knew that tho , my mother didn't hide it from me.

i will do everything in my power to change all of the things that hurt me , starting by me. i need to go out and see stuff , i never traveled more than the Grand Dutchy of Luxembourg , wich was like 7km aways from my native town. i need to experience stuff , i need to go out in the world , i want to travel in the desert of Sahara , climb the mountains of central asia , i want to experience a finnish winter , i want to see the world by myself. i want to go island by island in the pacific ocean , i want to explore appalachia , i need that.

my goal in life is to find peace within , a peace i never had.

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alchemist-of-altoids · 1 year ago

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Danny had been exploring the Realms for a while. Ever since he’d become King (Thank the Ancients that most of the work was done during the training BEFORE his coronation), he realized the Zone stopped shifting, so he wanted to explore it. To map what he could.

Sure Jazz, Sam, and Tuck would help when they could, but they had their own lives to live. This was basically his job. He knew he wouldn’t be able to be an astronaut. But honestly? He didn’t mind anymore. Because exploring the Realms was pretty similar. It was like if you combined space and the ocean into one infinite expanse of greens and purples. Plus, he would still head up to space sometimes. Just to look, or to relax, or sometimes he even helped out the astronauts. The world might not know Danny Fenton is Danny Phantom, but the world did at least (finally) know that Danny Phantom was here to help.

Danny had mapped a fair amount of the Zone. He had even found ways to group areas together. He’d mapped the Wastes, which was easy because that was the area right near the portal. Turns out they basically opened a portal into the worst neighborhood of the Zone. He’d taken care of the Islands Out of Time, which had been moved to be in the same general area. There was the Industrial District, which had all of the warehouses (apparently Boxy wasn’t the only ghost with a weird obsession), factories, and all of the perpetual construction zones. From what he’d heard most of where we hadn’t been consisted of The Wilds or emptiness. Turns out, an infinite space holds a lot of nothingness. Who knew.

Despite all of that, there was one area he’d never gone to. Somewhere that even the Infinity Map was loathe to approach. A place Danny had taken to calling The Brines. He named it after the phenomena in the ocean, where salt is so heavily concentrated in an area that it’s toxic and kills anything that comes near it. The Brines of the Zone were similar, only instead of salt it was ectoplasm. He’d been near there with his parents once, who thought they’d be fine since the stories were only about ghosts. However, while Danny just felt mild discomfort, his parents became violently ill. Vomiting, headaches, high fevers, the shakes, the sweats, all of it. Danny turned the Fenton Specter Speeder back and helped his parents back to full health. However now, it was finally time to explore them.

“Danno!” Jack shouted, placing his hands on his son’s shoulders. “You excited for this?”

Once he told them about it, they made him promise he wouldn’t explore The Brines without someone watching him, and a guaranteed way to retrieve him. And now, the stars had aligned. Everyone was here in town with an open schedule and they’d agreed to take patrols for a while. Between Sam, Tuck, Val, Dani, Vlad, and Dan? Any ghost that tried anything would probably be in worse shape than if it was Danny himself, honestly. But what mattered, was that Danny was ready.

“I’m pumped! Thanks guys.” Danny said, smiling. His parents smiled back at him, his dad beaming with pride.

“Now we’ll be monitoring everything from the Speeder. You’re to keep your audio and video on, and keep your comm in, at all times.” Maddie said, fussing over her son.

“Can do, Sargent Mom!” Danny fake saluted and gave a lazy, mischievous grin. “Seriously though, I’ll be careful.”

“I know, I know.” Maddie said. “I’m just worried.”

“I know you are. But if I run into any trouble, I’ll let you know and you can pull me back.”

“Okay, okay.” Maddie sighed. “Oh! Don’t forget to bring back samples! There plenty of tubes in your belt, use them. We should test this stuff to figure it out!”

“Got it.” Danny said. Then, he opened the back of the Speeder. He turned to face his family. “See you later. Love ya!”

And he jumped out.

Something about the Zone felt so free. Especially so close to The Brine. Nobody ever came here, so Danny was able to do all of the stupid tricks and things he wanted. He was flying around, doing flips and loop de loops and generally just messing around until he came upon them. The field of massive pools of ectoplasm, so thick it was able to be visibly separated from the rest of the Zone. Danny took a deep breath.

“Arrival was a success. Proceeding through The Brine.” He said, using the practical, technical, official, and whatever other “al” types of language applied. Once he finished speaking, he got into position, and dived.

Once he got into The Brine, he wasn’t so much flying as he was swimming. At first, it seemed like nothing was down there. However, after about 20 minutes of flying (at about 110 miles per hour, which was basically the equivalent of a light jog while flying to him) he started to see things. At first it just looked like natural formations or rocks or whatever, but the more he looked the more he realized it was actually some sort of ruin. These were massive pillars, with the buildings laying around. Whatever this place was, it was ancient. Like. Ghost Zone ancient. Older than human civilization, ancient. The further down he swam, the more he felt a tugging at his core. He was being called by something. Something he knew. Or his core knew. Or maybe it was something familiar to all ghosts. All Danny knew was he needed to find it, whatever it was. At this point, he was deep enough down that he couldn’t see. Honestly, he kind of glad his parents had insisted he take a Fenton Ecto Flashlight. Not that he’d ever tell them that. He turned it on, and realized that he could almost see the bottom of this pit. Picking up his pace, he swam to the bottom as fast as possible. Here he was, in the center of an unbelievably ancient ruin, at the bottom of an ectoplasm brine pool in another dimension. He looked around and tried to imagine what the place must have looked like. He swears he could almost see it, like visions of some sort. A beautiful palace, a sprawling city, people(?) milling about. He shook his head. He looked down, and saw he was standing on a large box-type thing. Of course, that doesn’t quite cover it. It was a box in the way that the ocean is “a bit of water.” But Danny knew that whatever was calling him was in there.

Clockwork paced. Daniel had entered the one place in the Zone even he could not see. A place older than time, yet was also yet to exist. It existed outside his purview. He could see many possibilities. In some timelines Daniel never returns. Others he returns, but is never the same again. In some he enters other universes, often on far ends of the Zone, far from his home. However, no matter how hard he looked, one thing was unavoidable. What young Daniel found down there would change everything.

Danny flew around the “box”. He found what he could only assume was some bizarre padlock and broke it. Then, he channeled all his strength into pushing the top off this thing. It was a struggle, but eventually, he got it. As he looked at what he’d found, the thing that had been calling him, the end goal of this particular journey, he gasped. His eyes widened. He couldn’t believe this. He- It- There was no way. It wasn’t possible. Yet, there, right in front of him, was-

Okay that’s the end! I wanted to leave it open ended, bc personally the interesting part of this little story I concocted wasn’t what was in the box. It was everything else. I did have a few potential thoughts though, in case you wanted to know some of my ideas. First, Danny is in the box. It could be from another universe, another timeline, or maybe even from the future. He could find some super cool artifacts. Maybe he finds a previous ghost king. Maybe there’s a whole new civilization. Maybe it’s a regular ghost. It might even be a portal to another universe or something, if you wanna get into some crossovers.

Dive

This was made a while ago, but I didn't want to post it here until I had gotten this done first. You know those killer brine pools at the bottom of the ocean, the ones that murder anything that tries to swim in them? The idea is that this is a picture of Danny swimming into the Ghost Zone equivalent of those.

He's a halfa, so he can endure damage in a way neither humans nor ghosts really can, and who knows? Maybe he'll find something to make the risk worth it.

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the-firebird69 · 3 months ago

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Duran Duran - "Ordinary World" Global Citizen Performance

His singing his singing it's his world and it's not his world at all the features on the planet were not made by him this disaster was not thought up by him and he is not doing anything for the most part it's meaningful and the landscape was made by us and he doesn't get how and he's seen a little bit of it and he's gonna be horrified and much worse very soon nobody sticks it to us using their goons we're going to stick it to them and use them these two metamorphosizing beauties to create whatever we need we have begun but only in a minor way but it did start it off fairly soon it's going to go into hyperdrive and the fool is going to make races of demons and we'll put them where we want and we'll do it in what we want and the landscape of the planet is molded by us the mountains you're on the land you stand on is all molded by us and everything underneath is heinously evil to you because of your we because of your weak bodies and your brains are much worse you're sitting here topside trying to figure out what the **** you were doing to each other and there's stuff possessing your bodies this monster is eating you down there there's a huge bunch of mac proper beating the living **** out of you and you wanna figure out what's up your **** and it's a stupid **** **** trump was young you're stupid and he's gonna lose the whole game for you 'cause I'm at proper demand and be the jammed to me and they won't stop and I have a temper and I have goals and I have a motif nice buddy I have a way of getting it done and a way of sated those are not regular bullets happy **** time so we're listening my husband says that and he's saying it to them on the the Chicago PD show is and then sort of not getting it no they got it and they said this is a disaster we got our fingers in her **** and hands arms going on declaring victory because we're kill going on declaring victory because we're killing each other and it's stupid to them and it's gross and you say it again this smoke this fire this cover we need the max for information down below you guys don't grab it what else is going on that I can be critical about. So he says oh there's a dollar I can use a dollar I don't want that one it's kind of blood all over it you'd have to launder it even a dollar does the max does the max go nuts about this money. So they're afraid to get it to him for real kinda and I don't like him for it he's just gonna sit there and do nothing and they admit it these other things they can do though. Right now we're listening to them fine and Billy Z says what do you know and it's dinero and Trump is there he's saying This guy knows something and Chris O'donnell is in disguise and he's a mac proper and the ladies we usually don't talk to them and they usually don't get what's going on now they do and they have no position it's true so they started to look into it and my husband said that going backwards and it could be the clan ships upside down you know in to go out like that band big old jet liner steve Miller Band there it is he still remembers and De Niro is saying You've killed us all and I said I've done the job then and what do you think I would be assigned to do look at you and say please could you stop when you make all these stupid **** noises all day long and I'm a child I can't stand any of it at all I said who the **** cares who the **** cares **** **** so he's saying I sorta get this without giving you a chance to be quiet he doesn't care and he's angry he's saying other **** and said You're old you're used up and you're dead you get shot all the time shooting your **** old **** mouth off so that was Robert De Niro and he's gonna get hit we're tired of these people all threats and all gusto they're screwing everybody up they're not really gaining anything either they have a long range plan that goes with it but yeah you're gonna lose a lot of land it's going to be a bunch and they're seeing the song to me in the past and they don't know what it's about typical and it is about what's going on now and it is about things that they're talking about and they don't understand and they're singing it in the song this life is not ordinary and they're threatening my husband and she is too and they're trying to figure out what to do and what the answers are and they're sad and remorseful with things to change and blame us and not doing much again so he says to them maybe they go down to go up and the people is starting to laugh we can't figure that out

Hera

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Olympus

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idk-lmaos-blog · 1 year ago

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IN MY OPINION

I don’t like splatoon because it’s just I hear about it so much so it’s just getting annoying and to me it’s not really a good game I have played it before to try it but I never really got into it. I guess the only reason I tried to get into it because of my bf cause he loves it sm. He’s the only reason why I got a Nintendo, but we don’t even play together so I’m about to get rid of it anyways.

I also don’t like the “show” Digital Circus again I have watched it so it’s not like I’m judging something without trying it. I just don’t like it to me it’s “cringe” but that’s just my opinion and I don’t have much more to say on it.

There is one more thing I used to like but some “people”..ruined it for me. The game Omori. I used to love that game I used to play it on my Xbox all the time.They just made the game so much worse and made it all cutesy even tho the game is about su!c!de. It’s just annoying and they kept on sending stupid “memes” about Omori and it just was down right annoying so I stopped playing the game so I probably will never finish it sadly.

(I just got bored and decided to tell people about this stuff😋)

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wearywinchester · 3 years ago

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Stubborn

Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Even though you’re just as stubborn as Dean, you can never stay mad at each other.

Word Count: 3.8k

Requested by @flamencodiva: “You did what?”

Warnings: injury, blood, little bit of arguing, fluff, kissing

Dean Winchester

Fiercely protective of those he loves without a second thought on the matter. In fact, you’re starting to think there wasn’t a thing he wouldn’t do to keep you safe, you knew there wasn’t. He’d go to the very ends of the earth if it meant you’d be okay, if it meant you were safe. He’d stop at nothing to keep it that way no matter what that meant for his fate. He was selfless and you knew that to be true for as long as you can remember.

With such traits came with the stubbornness should you try and do the same, came with hard stares and furrowed brows. It brought with it his reluctance to let you stray too far on a hunt; if he had it his way, you wouldn’t tag along on hunts at all. But Dean Winchester met his match when it came to you. Equally as stubborn, casting him the same narrowed stares and furrowed brows, the same determination to look out for him just as much as he did you.

It brought on a great deal of huffs and puffs, and that certainly hadn’t changed now.

When he’d caught sight of the fact that you’d been injured on a hunt he didn’t even want you on in the first place, he didn’t take too well to that. Not that you were expecting him to, nor would he ever. You had dreaded the very moment when he’d see the scarlet smeared across your cheek, knew for a fact that he’d be anything but thrilled to see you hurt no matter what it was. And you were right.

He’d pushed himself off the Impala, releasing his lip from between his teeth where he’d been biting it out of nervous habit. He came to you the moment he saw the cut grazing your cheek and the way you held your side cautiously, your face twisted partly in discomfort and partly to brace yourself for what was to come next. But he came to you immediately— always did and he always would. Yet the words that came to follow, the attitude, that was always something you could count on with all the certainty in the world. It was Dean.

The very first thing that came out of his mouth was a question of if you were okay, that was on the forefront of his mind as he’d made his way to you and Sam with quick strides. He was careful when he peeled back the bottom of your shirt, patchy blotches of crimson just barely staining through the soft cotton material to reveal a less than ideal scratch. Not deep enough to need stitches but enough for him to tense his jaw with worry. When his eyes fell on you, brow raised in anticipation of an answer, you had simply nodded in return.

“That was really stupid,” he muttered once he knew full well you’d be okay.

You rolled your eyes.

“‘M fine, Dean.”

“You’re bleeding, Y/n. And it could’ve been way worse than that, you know,” he said, voice raising a bit more than it was.

“Well it’s not,” you counter, narrowing your eyes only briefly before the action had pulled at the cut on your cheek that you’d seemed to have forgotten. Your wince, no matter how subtle, had only proved his point and only made you angrier.

“I told you to stay back on this one.”

“Well, I didn’t!”

“If you’re gonna fight with me, sweetheart, at least change up your comebacks.”

“I’ll do what I want,” you say, looking away from him only briefly to gather yourself, a huff puffing out from your nose.

You’ll do what you want.

That was the problem. You always did what you wanted, when you wanted to. It was something he loved about you more than he’d admit because it only brought with it fear. He admired your independence, your ability to handle things yourself, your stubbornness when someone tries to stop you from doing anything but that. He loved it and he hated it because he knew it all too well. It was reckless and dangerous to go off and do that on your own the way you did.

“I’ll be fine till we make it back to Bobby’s. I can patch myself up there,” you mumble, voice softer than moments ago.

He bit his tongue then, jaw tense and eyes narrowed down at you to meet an equally frustrated stare. As much as he loved how stubborn you were, as much as he admired your ability to hold your own and refuse to back down—those qualities about you had been working against him in that moment, had been pushing his buttons because now was not the time to be so stubborn.

You were hurt.

He wanted to tell you just how upset it made him that you’d gotten hurt, how guilty it made him feel that it happened on his watch because he felt it was his responsibility to protect you. He always felt that way even when he’d just been your best friend who was too oblivious to see you were the love of his life. He wanted to tell you how angry it’d made him that you went ahead and tagged along on that hunt even when he told you not to get involved. But there was no stopping you—you did what you wanted whenever you wanted and that’s one of the things he loved about you.

Though in that very moment he wished you would have listened just that once.

Even with everything running through his mind in a heap of worry and frustration, he’d left it at a tense jaw and a hard gaze but that had only lasted all of ten seconds with the way you looked at him. The argument that had been sitting on his tongue, ready to be spoken in harsh words and loud tones had melted away.

He was ready to tell you just how ridiculous you were to not let him patch you up right then and there, for thinking he’d let you do it yourself. But he didn’t. Instead, he purses his lips and clears his throat, offering a barely there not before moving around you to get in the car. He knew full well he wouldn’t let you tend to your own wounds, he would never let you do that no matter how angry he might be. But he decided not to say any more until you got back, didn’t want to argue any more than you already did.

That was where he left it the entirety of the drive back. No classic rock playing on the radio for a good while until Sam had decided the tension was far too unbearable for things to be absolutely silent. It was spent with you sulking in the backseat, your brows furrowed and the inside of your cheek between your teeth in your attempt to will away angry tears and stave off how much you wanted to give into the fact that your wounds hurt a little more than you let on.

His knuckles were white with how he’d gripped the wheel, his gaze flickering from the road ahead to the rear view in a constant pattern of glances just to see if you’re okay. And each and every time he laid eyes on your frown, at the crease between your brows all telling of your emotions— it made his stomach twist and churn.

When you got back to the house you were quick to try and disappear off to the bathroom, entering the house first as you rushed past a confused Bobby Singer without a greeting, Dean hot on your heels with just as much determination leaving the man to be doubly confused at the sight. It’s when he turns to Sam that he gets a little bit of an answer, the younger Winchester offering a shrug and an awkward smile at the ever present tension in the air.

“Will you slow down?” Dean asks when you pull the first aid kit from under that bathroom sink. You’re moments away from closing the door when he beats you to it, hand wrapping around the edge of the wood and boot stepping in the way of its closing. “I’m patching you up.”

“I can do it myself.”

“I wasn’t asking.”

Your gaze shifts to him and your jaw tenses at his insistent tone, he’s got a stare to rival yours and you knew there was no changing his mind on this no matter how tough you made yourself out to be.

“De,” you exhale, your initial anger beginning to fade some but just that. “Fine.”

With a huff and an eye roll you hop up on the counter, the smile on his lips less than sincere and more so that of a teasing act in favor of getting his way before a softer look falls over his expression. One that was still a ready display of his anger but not enough for you to think that he hadn’t cared, that he wasn’t clouded with worry.

That was one thing he was terrible at—hiding his emotions. He could bite back his words and stuff them down, bottle them up for a good long while. He could leave them there to simmer in the back of his mind with the help of some beer and whiskey until it all eventually boiled over in a show of anger and frustration. But he was bad at hiding the very emotions he felt.

You could see it with the way the crease between his eyebrows hadn’t left since you insisted on going on that hunt. You could see it with the way the tension remained in his jaw, intensifying each and every time he saw the scratch on your cheek or the ruby stains on your shirt. His lips will purse till those dimples show in the corners of his mouth, and his grip will tighten on anything he touches. Dean Winchester was a terrible actor.

He sifted through the old plastic kit, pulling the peroxide from the cabinet as he grabbed more than enough cotton pads and a few too many bandages from their rightful spots. He laid everything out on the counter, soaking a pad in the clear liquid before his gaze returned to you.

“This’ll hurt a little,” he mumbled, his other hand settling on your cheek.

“Can’t hurt more than this.”

He wasn’t happy with your words, that much was obvious, the look on his face telling you just how much before his expression softened. He brushed the material over the wound, the sting you knew all too well burning atop the fresh scratch as the peroxide bubbled over the irritated area. You moved back from him only slightly, his hand on your cheek keeping you from straying too far. He was patient, though, angry with the fact that you were hurt to begin with but patient.

“He really got you good,” he murmurs, gentle as he continues to wipe away the blotches of crimson sitting smeared around the mark adorning your cheek. You could hear the frustration in his voice despite the softness of his words, the pad of his thumb swiping lightly over your skin.

“I’m fine, Dean,” you say, less defensive than the last time you’d said it but it hadn’t comforted him in that moment.

“Would you cool it with the tough guy act, sweetheart?” He huffs, dropping his hand from your face and tossing the dirtied cotton pad in the trash.

A few moments passed before he sighed, focusing his attention on opening a bandage to let his anger simmer down some more. He crinkled the wrapper in his hand and tossed it in the small garbage can, his eyes moving back to you. You give him a half smile then, the corner of your mouth quirking up only slightly as you breathe out a sigh of your own through your nose.

The simple action seemed to cool him off as his shoulders relaxed a fraction, and you even caught a glimpse of a hint of a smile. One that faded just as quickly as it’d come as he pressed the small bandage over your cheek. You rest your hand over his, the action stilling the thoughts that had been swirling around in his mind for a few moments. It was then that he looked at you again, the close proximity having given you a flurry of butterflies in your stomach as if you hadn’t already kissed the Winchester a thousand times over. But you were sure that was a feeling that would never go away.

You smile then, one he sees immediately as he flashes you an inquiring look with a simple raise of his eyebrow.

“You’re cute when you’re angry, you know,” you say, paired with a tilted of your head and your smile widening, hand squeezing his.

You barely got the words out before he rolled his eyes, turning his head away from you in favor of hiding his half smile, an effort that hadn’t worked quite as well as he’d hoped but he tried his best anyway. He even shook his head in an attempt to stave it off, running a hand over his face.

“You’re a pain, sweetheart.”

“I know.”

He gave in and smiled then, head still shaking as he moved onto the scratch across your hip. He was just as gentle as the first time he peeled back your shirt, revealing a similar situation as the one he’d just tended to and he heaved another sigh that was more than telling of just how he’d felt about it. If it was possible, you were quite sure that steam would be coming out of his ears in that very moment, his fingers brushing over the sensitive skin around the scratch as he huffed through flared nostrils.

“I’m okay, Dean, it’s okay,” you remind him, trying your best to make him realize that though you know he won’t.

“It’s not, Y/n. Quit sayin’ that,” he grumbles, “it could’ve been worse out there.”

“You said that already,” you sigh, and he’s not amused but he refuses to admit the way he feels the slightest bit better at the nonchalance of your attitude. It calms him and stresses him all the same to be perfectly honest, but he’ll keep the former a secret for the time being.

“Yeah yeah,” he mumbles quietly.

He says nothing more as he works, gentle as ever as he cleans everything the best he can. You said you were okay but he notices each time you tense up, can see when you clench your fist or suck in a sharp breath no matter how hard you try and hide it. But a simple soft glance your way, a gentle swipe of his thumb over your skin was enough to make it all the more better each of those times.

After another minute or two passes things become more bearable than they had been, and you were beginning to become less focused on the pain that ebbed away and more on the man tending to your wounds. He’s got more than enough attitude for one person, quick wit and sarcasm falling from his lips even in the scariest of moments. His words could be venomous to those he’s not too wild about, but he can also be one of the sweetest people you’ve ever known all the same.

You couldn’t help the smile trying so desperately to show, one he’d noticed the moment he pulled his gaze to you.

“What?” He asked curiously before looking down once more.

“Nothing,” you say, spotting a small grin forming as he shook his head. It was not nothing and he knew it.

But that smile soon came back to tug at the corners of your mouth, a soft laugh falling past your lips that you knew you couldn’t help even if you had tried to. You were done stifling it at this point.

“Remember that time I baited that werewolf?” You ask, biting the inside of your cheek once more in an effort to stifle your smile.

He paused what he was doing, gaze lifting to meet yours as the crease between his brows deepened at the mere thought of it. His palms rested on either side of you atop the counter for a moment, lips pursed. “You mean that ridiculously stupid thing you did on that hunt? How could I forget.”

You give up on fighting your widening smile completely now, huffing out another soft laugh instead as you shook your head at his grumpy words. “I did it to save you, you know.” He laughs softly, a bittersweet one at that. “I did it today too.”

He barely finished bandaging your hip when his stare returned to you, narrowed with bits of anger seeping in more and more with each passing second.

“You did what?”

You give him a knowing look, one he’s come to know all too well. He wanted to be in disbelief, wanted to think you wouldn’t put yourself in danger just for the sake of saving him. He didn’t feel he was worth it, not enough for you to wind up with even so much as a scratch as a result. But all you do is shrug, you shrug and you give him that smile that makes him weak in the knees every time you grace him with it. That smile that makes even his angriest moments melt away in a single second. That smile that’s getting him to soften his frown and lighten the heaviness of his glare just by the simple sweetness of it even if he wanted to hold onto that anger so you know just how much he disagreed with what you did. But he couldn’t help it.

“You don’t need to save me sweetheart, trust me you don’t,” he says, averting his gaze as he busies himself with packing up the first aid kit just as it was before.

“You’re not always the quick witted hunter you make yourself out to be, you know. Somebody’s got to do it,” you counter, your tone nothing but light and teasing as your words grab his attention just as quickly as ever.

“Very funny. I meant what I said,” he grumbles, fidgeting with the bandage on your hip before picking at the loose string dangling from the hem of your shirt.

“So did I,” you say, head tilted and smile bright as you brushed the hair away that stuck to his forehead.

“Yeah, you’re a pain.”

You puff out a sigh as your smile stays, more sincere than the teasing grin you once held mere seconds ago. The grumpy look on his face became more amused, unable to stay too angry when you keep looking at him the way you do. The way you always do and he always knows just how soft it makes him, because if there’s anyone in this world that can make him feel butterflies of all things, that can even slightly sway him with even so much as a glance in his direction—it’s you. It’s always you.

You couldn’t stay mad at each other for very long.

You reached up and pressed your hand to his jaw softly, the more than obvious tension in it melting away under your touch. Those little dimples by the very corners of his lips were still very much there, though his humor was still shining through all the same. You could see each and every freckle that dotted along his nose and cheeks at this proximity, could see the ones that were hidden by his lashes and the ones that splayed all the way over to his ears. Each one was a different size and each one even cuter than the last, all complimented by the pale pink shade in his cheeks from the anger that once had him so burned up that day.

“You’re not the only one that gets to save the ones you love, De,” you say softly, an even softer smile on your lips to go with it.

He sighed at your words, an eye roll soon after as he pulled your hand from his face and held it in his own. You could tell he disagreed with that, you knew he would, because the thought of someone he’d cared about putting their life on the line just for the sake of saving him wasn’t one that sat well with him. Especially when that person is you.

“You keep sayin’ that and I keep hating it,” he murmurs, and you laugh quietly, the action causing the corner of his mouth to quirk up.

“And I’ll keep saying it.”

He laughed then, soft as it puffs warmly against your lips. He knows there’s no convincing you otherwise, there was no changing your mind on the subject just the same as there was no changing his. You were tough as nails and he could argue till he was blue in the face but there was no chance you’d miss an opportunity to protect him just as much as he does you whether he likes it or not. He doesn’t.

He leans in a little closer, so much so his lips brush over yours with each word he speaks in that moment. “You’re stubborn, you know that?”

“I think I know someone who just might be worse than I am,” you say, his hum sounding mere centimeters from your lips as cue to keep talking as if he hadn’t known just who it was you were talking about. “You see, he’s got these pretty green eyes and he’s devilishly handsome,” you start, his smile widening. “But he’s got a mouth on him, like seriously, he just might be one of the most stubborn people I’ve ever—”

“Okay, okay c’mere,” he sighs, amusement woven around his words as he quiets you.

His lips meld with yours and cut the rest of your own words short in favor of your affection, his smile pressing into your lips and lingering there as he makes no effort to stray too far from you. His hands come up to settle on your cheeks again, the pads of his thumbs brushing lightly over your skin in the sweetest of touches as he kisses you once more before his hands fall down your arms to rest over top of your hands.

“Try and be a little more careful, sweetheart?” He asks softly, the tip of his nose bumping against yours. In other words, I love you.

You simply nod, smile sweet as your forehead rests against his. It’s not his ideal answer, because ideally, he didn’t want you in danger at all. Ideally, he’d rather you stay back when it comes to hunts. But he knows you wouldn’t go for that idea, and he knows he’s got to deal with that though he’ll always put up that fight even though he knows he won’t ever win. You’re stubborn and he loves you.

He’s got you.

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Definitely, maybe.

Part five: The one who belongs to someone else.

Introduction. Part one. Part two. Part three. Part four.

Paring: Latina!reader x Logan Lerman x Tom Holland x Ben Hardy x Timothee Chalamet x Pedro Pascal x Michael B. Jordan

Warnings: Swearing, angst, misspellings, some Spanish, me learning how to write properly, and NY stuff that I've learned from movies that we all agree to pretend are real.

Word count: 6.4 k

a/n: You been asking for smut, I know, I know, I just wanted to introduce you to all the boys first, and we're getting there, just one more ahead. Also, I'm working on a masterlist because we are getting too many parts already.

All body types and skin tones friendly. You can also enjoy it as a no Hispanic reader. Constructive feedback and misspellings correction is always welcome.

Red and blue lights flash the driving mirror.

—No, no, no, por favor que no sea a mi—You beg to the sky looking at the patrol that is asking you to park, or someone else, there's a lot of cars in this part of the city, there's a big chance is the panic who's controlling your senses.—Dios, mi abuela fue a la iglesia cada domingo de su vida y nunca te pidió nada, please let me have some of her divina recompensa.—But that's not how it works, you end up parking with just a few seconds to think what to say. There's a perfect explication of why you are driving a car that is not yours in the middle of the night and smelling like a minibar.

Then this ridiculous thought comes to your mind, you look expensive, you've never seen the daughter of a senator but you must be close to it, it would make you less of a feminist if you just use your attributes? Ugh, you feel sick just to think about it but don't have enough money to pay a fine, and the constant paranoia of being chased all the time as an immigrant will only get stronger.

You pull down your dress a little so your neckline can do its job but you regret it immediately, and you're pretty sure you look more like an expensive prostitute who stole the car of his lover than some influential men's daughter.

—License and registration.—You hear him say when he approaches your window. You don't like this but you have to play the dumb tourist, the pretty foreign girl that is too stupid to be dangerous, with the look you have tonight it shouldn't be hard. But damn you hate cops, any uniformed man that works for the government is your eternal enemy, and you don't know how long you could keep the nice dumb Latina game before spit on his face.

—There's something wrong, officer? ...You?!—Your sexy and fake high voice is ruined when you see the face of the man who stopped you. This night couldn't get worse.

—Wait, what happened with the party?—Evan interrupts you while you finish some notes for work, little remainders for later when you don't have an eleven years old kid running around you, he's not usually this energic and you have to blame yourself for that, you're describing a life of excess and eccentric fun, something you let behind so many years ago that your own son doesn't know even a bit of it.

—Ugh, a nightmare doesn't worth telling.—You remember vaguely most of it but what keeps fresh in your mind is bad enough to don't want to bring it back.

—But if Timothée is my dad I have to know the important things, including the bad stuff.—Sounds perfectly reasonable and that's what makes you groan at him. Sometimes you feel blessed that your kid is better than you in any possible way, and sometimes you want to kill his brain with video games and reality shows like the rest of the parents.

—Ok, cool, but I'll keep all the +18 content for myself, so this part of the story might be blurry for you.—It kinda is for you anyway.

You should’ve known this night was cursed, you had a feeling because a) your earring fell off at the same time Timothée texted you to give you the party address and say he can't pick you up. And b) he won’t pick you up. Your mother would say that’s reason enough to not go, a real gentleman wouldn’t make you go to an unknown place in the middle of the night on your own in a city like this. But you decide to ignore it because you are a modern woman and because it’s worth it. It better be.

The outfit must be something special. You always take your time to choose what to wear, even if just another regular day, and since this isn't the case you thought about it for hours, that made your mind busy enough to not thinking about Tom and the whole love confession. He texted you saying he'll come for you to go to class together on Monday, which is completely impractical because he's way closer than you but is progress and you're going to take it.

You wanted to ask for Sheep's opinion but you thought she might not care, has been a few days since she started acting strange like she's bothered just to see you breathe. You want to blame his boyfriend to take all her time and attention from you but is probably just her new job, she got a small role in a Netflix show, and even when you're so happy for her, that's the event that has changed her into someone completely different. But you give her time, stress can do bad things to people.

The winner is the exact copy you made of the black and white striped dress Cameron Diaz wore in "The Mask" beautiful, classy, and sexy enough without being too scandalous, not that you have any problem with that, but this isn't the occasion, you don't want to feel like you're being too much or too little, just enough, it's supposed to be easy, right? you were born for this. Just adding some big shiny earrings you got on a thrift shop that look like real diamonds and you're ready, not that you own any to compare. Red lipstick, dark eyes, and a messy bun to get that disinterested pitch every look needs.

Getting there wasn't a problem, you were in the rich part of the city, everyone know who, where and what just to brag about it. The excitement is growing with every second, you check your makeup like thirty times in the elevator and send texts to your mom just to let her know where you are, and because you have to share that moment with someone and you are limited of friends these days.

Timothée opens the door with red eyes, drunk, high, or somewhere in between, you know then you were right about the bad feeling. He jumps on you to kiss you and no matter how much you try to explain the delicacy of your lipstick, he does it anyway, leaving a taste of alcohol and shrimps in your mouth. Taking you by the waist he walks you to a group of people you don't know while you're trying harder to fix the red color of your mouth without a mirror.

—Here is the companion I bought, look at her, that's how five grand per hour look like.—They laughed but you were too disoriented to process all the things he said, it was supposed to be a joke? if it is, why isn't he correcting? Instead, his hand goes straight to your ass and presses it to get you closer to him.

—I'm actually an intern in the costume designer department of the new version of "Sense and Sensibility".—You wanted to mention your recent promotion to hairstylist and makeup artist but that might be too pretentious. Anyway, they don't seem to care what you are or not, in fact, they don't even see you, all eyes are on Timothée

—Oh, well, is easy to forget when you're paying them—All laughs again. Who is this person? Who are all these people, actually? You recognize some influencers, a few cast members but there's no sign of the director, other main actors, not even his co-star. You feel like an extra in a movie where someone will be killed in a luxury party, hopefully not you. You take his hand from your body and clear your throat.—I'm just joking my love, she looks stunning, isn't she? I’ll get you a drink.

He leaves and the group of people surrounding you suddenly dissipated like boiling water, you were on your own again and despite some judgmental gazes is like you’re not there, you’re sure you could just take your dress off and throw it to someone’s face and unless Tim says something about it, no one would care. You’re there as his companion, an ornament, and that’s not enough to earn their attention because it’s too obvious you’re the one in turn.

You walk to the only window no one is smoking and check your phone, you know, the thing you do when you pretend you have important issues to attend, but no, you end reading some old messages, pictures, texting your mom of how much fun you’re having at the party, and somehow you check your filed Facebook messages to find Logan’s name. You cover the screen so fast you hurt your nail, his name is enough to make you tremble like a Chihuahua, you haven’t talked to him since that night, you know from his sister he lives in the house he bought for you two and he’s having the happiest life without you. You want to believe that because that means you took the right decision but deep inside… no, you can’t be that person, you want him to be happier than ever.

You find the guts to open the message, and you read as slowly as is humanly possible. “My angel, I hope this finds you in perfect health…” Dios, just Logan could start a message like that, your smile is almost too big to fit in your face so you bit your nail to cover it a little. “I recently found one of the human body drawings you made for me to study, you’ll be happy to know…”

—That’s a fucking long-ass message.—Tim appears behind you and takes your phone from your hand, spilling some of his drink on your dress in the process. Apparently, he's been there long enough to read part of the message.

—Give it back.—You command in the most severe voice you have, your magical moment got ruined and you remember the hole of hell you are.

—"My angel, I hope this finds you in perfect health. I recently found one of the human body drawings you made for me to study, you must know I still use them now and then"—Timothée starts reading the message, and even when no one is close enough to hear it and you don’t really care about this people’s opinion, that’s not for anyone to read, that’s one of the few parts of your life you treasure the most and you’re not ready to get over it.—You little slut, are you cheating on me with a med student?

—Give it to me.—You repeat trying to take the phone from his hand but he’s faster and walks away putting it out of your reach.

—"I meticulously preserve them, I certainly know any piece of art made by you will be priceless in the near future"—You don’t want to hear it coming from his drunk mocking voice, so you try to ignore what he’s saying and put more effort on chasing the phone.—Should I had kept the jeans where you left the wet spot on? I didn’t know you were an artist, my love.

—Timothée, por el amor de Dios.—Now you're trying to climb him, it wouldn't be that hard to take him down, he's skinny and you're fierce. That's what you thought but he's not moving even with you are on top of his shoulder and his opposite long arm keeps the phone away from you.

—Who is this guy and why is he talking to my girl like this?—You see the olive eyes getting darker and the tone of his voice went deeper than you thought he could do. You desist from taking the phone, you know the bullies love the attention, maybe that's exactly what he wants and give it to him just makes it worse.

—I'm not your girl.—You claim fixing up your dress having enough of games, and you have no reason to keep worrying about losing your job, the filming is done, and apparently your relationship with him too. You don't care about any of that anymore, just want to read Logan's text.

Even behind all the alcohol and the eyes injected in blood thanks for who knows what kind of drug, you can see the disappointment and anger, but it's not a broken heart, Is the hissy fit of a child that loses his balloon and now everyone will pay for it, especially you.

—Are you sure about that?—You can see him swallow hard, almost looking vulnerable, but his voice is defiant and threatening to prove you wrong. He just has to stretch out his arm to reach the open window with your phone in hand, his intentions are clear and the only thing you can do is raise your hands as a reflex.—You were mine the moment you put a foot on my trailer, and I don't fucking share my stuff.—Before you can say a word he drops the phone from the fourth floor.

You know is senseless but you find yourself running out of the party and going to search the device, using it also as an excuse to get away from that place. This is the first time someone makes you feel meaningless, you know the famous' world is cold and lacking in empathy but this is ridiculous, they're a bunch of parasites fed by attention and power. By Timothée.

The screen is crashed and the rest of it is probably beyond repair, not that you're surprised, its life is longer than you've been in the country and you admit you should have replaced it much earlier but you're not the kind to throw away things that still work. However, is not the phone you are worried about, not as much as what it contains.

—That was obsolete anyway, I'll get you a better one.—You didn't know he was following you, his voice interrupts your self-wailing. He sounds calmer and a little embarrassed, but not enough to say sorry, you don't think he's capable of saying it.

You shake your head and start to walk away without a word, you don't want anything from him, not materially, at least.

—Don't make a scandal out of it, it's just a phone!—He yells erasing any trace of regret in his voice. He doesn't see the reaction he expected and that's when he runs after you and with a hand on your upper arm pulls you back, you gasped for the sudden bluntness.—That annoying habit you have of leaving when I'm talking to you.

You push him away with all the strength you have, which resulted in him almost falling on the ground.

—I don't care about the stupid phone!—You finally break, but sadly is not as satisfactory as you thought it would be.—You are mean, vain, arrogant and the worst part is that you enjoy being this despicable human because you have absolutely no consequences to it. Everyone around you just accepts it and I feel so sorry for you because the only possible way for you to fill the void inside is to be surrounded by that crowd of mules licking your steps—To your surprise, he has nothing to say, he's just standing there with no facial expression, whatever he feels is easily covered by his years of experience acting, even drunk.—I can't give you that and it's obvious they don't want me either. What am I even doing here?—You ask yourself thinking where would be the best way of getting a cab, is a rich zone, must be easy.

—Everything is better when you're around—His voice is thin and fragile, you have to process what he said three times in your head to understand his words. You're not willing to look at him yet.—You're not like the others.

—Pure bullshit. You love to repeat that misogynist discourse of girls being in a certain way because is easier than be responsible for the people you choose to be—You were hugging yourself the whole time, is a cold night, but not enough to be bothersome, you enjoy Fall weather—You got me for a moment, I give you that, you fooled me but I'm too tired of guessing what version of you is real—When you return your gaze at him, he doesn't try to hide the guilt anymore, but there's still haughtiness in there.—Now, if you don't mind Mr. Chalamet, I need to get a cab.

—No, you came with me, you leave with me.—There's no trace of alcohol in his voice anymore, a good scolding is enough to put you sober, you know that thanks to your mom. Oh god, you're becoming her.

—You didn't bring me here, gigantic head—You look at him and put your hand in front of him with the palm up. He stares at it for several seconds before put his own on it—Not that!—You shake it and start looking inside his jeans pockets until you feel the metal of his key car.—You can't drive and I have to get home. You'll find it in the studio tomorrow.

That's how you ended with a car way more luxurious than you expected, driving so slowly and carefully that the police stopped you. What a night, but at this point, you couldn't care less about anything that is not that message, is been months and you can't get over it, over him. Not even Ben moans, Tom's comforting arms, or fight with a movie star at 3:00 am. is enough to get him out of your mind.

—So is true, you don't wear anything that hasn't appeared in a movie, huh?—Michael B. Jordan is leaning on the car window with a mocking smile and a sparkle of satisfaction that you would love to punch but his uniform keeps you in line, where you come from police is not equal to justice, most of the times is oppression.

—You know where it's from?—That was kind of comforting, no one at the party noticed. Not that you care.

—Is The Mask, not some Adam Hitchcock's blurb.—He smiles and even when you really don't like him, it's nice to be with a familiar face, you are really tired of running away, scaping for problems that are a result of your null capacity to deal with emotions. Ugh, what a word.

—Is Alfred Hitchcock, actually.—You didn't want to sound priggish, but you correct him with no time to stop yourself, an old habit.

—You got me, smarty, you know more than movies than me. Where did you get this car?—You feel really nervous even when you got this legally, you have your documents and license on time and he's being nice enough to not want to run away in a car that you technically borrowed for yourself.

—It's not mine.—No shit, Sherlock.

—No shit, Sherlock, I was asking where did you steal it.—You wanted to laugh but there's something with the uniform that just doesn't allow you to be yourself.—Are you drunk?

—No, no, fuck, no, it's just, I don't feel comfortable with cops—He raises his eyebrows but that is his only reaction.—Listen, is my boss' car, I'm doing the favor to take it to the studio, and I'm really nervous because is fucking expensive, he's an asshole, I haven't drive un almost a year because you people only use cars if you're rich or your work and lives depend on it. I'm starving.—The last part came out of nowhere, you haven't eaten anything in almost 13 hours, maybe that's the actual reason why you are that moody.

He doesn't answer right away, takes his time to look at you, what makes you blush, he's really close, closer than he's ever been. Does he smell like green apples? Not the actual apples, the artificial smell they had given to them.

—Get out of the car.—Oh no, is he arresting you? Is he finally taking revenge for every time you make fun of his Hawaiian-type shirts? You know you have too much karma accumulated and a cop making you pay for it when you don’t believe in their sense of justice is kinda poetic, and evil.

You don’t want to discuss with someone with a taser, gun, pepper spray, or who knows what else. So you take your bag, the key car, and get off defeated.

—My turn is almost over, I’ll take you to eat something, c’mon.—He walks back to his patrol and you stay still for a few seconds still processing his words, you must look totally devastated for him to offer that. How you see it you have two options, go with him and spend an awkward hour with a person you don’t like or risk getting a fine, Tim can pay it, it’s not a big deal but you don’t want to owe him even the minimal thing.

You get in the car holding on to your bag to feel calmer, this is the first time you’re fully alone with him since you found him half-naked in your kitchen. Those defined abs may never leave your brain.

—Are you cold?—He interrupts your thoughts with his question, you didn’t notice you were shaking. He looks for something under his seat and gives you an NYPD hoodie, you hold it doubting your next move, is not like you don’t appreciate the gesture but it’d be easier to take if it doesn’t get that words printed—Is clean.—He says chuckling when he sees the way you’re looking at it.

—Is not that, just, you know, fuck the police, defund the NYPD, demilitarize the pigs and that stuff.—You say putting on the hoodie anyway, is a cold night and you won't help the institution wearing their propaganda.

—Yeah, I get it, but you can't change the system just from within.—You decide is not the right moment to have a political conversation so you shrug your shoulders and discreetly smell the hoodie, a mix of cologne, green apples, and cheap soap, you know is cheap because you buy the exact same, do its job.

—I'm in the mood for pizza.—You say casually, making a deal to yourself to try to be his friend, he is a small part of your life anyway.—Domino's is open at this time of the night?

—Tell me you're not consuming that shit, dear Lord, you been here for how long, two years? I can't believe your idea of a good pizza is Domino's. Stella hasn't taught you anything?—You're surprised by the level of condescension with a pizza and you mirror his smile, suddenly feeling embarrassed. Your school program includes people from all around the world so you don't have that much experience with actual new yorkers. Logan is rich, so he doesn't really count.

—What's wrong with Domino's? I don't buy much street food, is cheaper to buy things on the food market. Besides, all pizza is good.—The mention of Sheep makes you a little tense, so you don't say anything about it, is not a conversation to have with him.

—Don't blaspheme in the patrol, I just washed it—You laugh, finally, after a terrible weekend. You can see why she likes him, there is something about his voice, smile, and his eyes that feel... calm, like watching Friends after a marathon of Lord of the Rings.—There are rules to survive this city, and I'm surprised you have made it this far without a proper guide.

—Chill out Mr. Miyagi, I'm not from the jungle, and I've learned a lot by myself.—He gives you a lopsided grin as a request, and you put your fingers up ready to enlist your acquired knowledge.—Walk fast, like you're about to be stabbed, something that actually happened to me, with an umbrella—He nods and laughs being related to it.—Number two, no small talk, no one cares, even if they ask. Number three, if you look a stranger in the eye, especially a homeless person, you have essentially invited them to approach you.

—Number four, we never eat from Domino's, Papa John's, Pizza hut, or any other chain restaurant, only trucks and local places are allowed.—You roll your eyes but you get the point, is just, again, you're not much into street food, it doesn't taste like home and the only way to eat food like that is preparing it yourself.

—Fine, fuck capitalism, let's support local places—You make an obvious fake enthusiastic tone but he nods proudly.—Number five, you don't need a car to live here, not even know how to drive. I would have successfully avoided this police brutality if I had followed that rule.

—For someone who is about to eat for free, you whine too much.—He parks the car and gives you a sign to go with him. You see him go to a pizza truck and order, you realize at the moment how ridiculous you look, so before chasing him you let your hair down, take your huge earrings off, and roll up the skirt of your dress until your mid-thighs letting the hoodie cover the rest, and clean the red lipstick with a Kleenex from your bag. Now you look more like a college person and not a rich girl who just got seized.

—Here you go.—He says giving you a slice as big as your head, looks oily and spreading cheese everywhere. Perfect.

—Is it vegan?—You ask receiving the food with an obnoxious face. His kind grind turned into a dread expression and you give him your second laugh of the day.—I'm kidding.

You are about to give it a bite when you see passing next to you a huge rat with the exact same slice as yours in its mouth, running into the dark of the night happy to have obtained the food for its family. They use to scare you when you just moved out but now they're like any other pigeon in the sky.

—Rule... whatever, a rat with a slice of pizza is a symbol for good luck, congratulations.—He pets your head awkwardly, not sure if you're ok with the physical contact, which, surprisingly, you are.

—I see rats with bagels all the time.—Pizza and bagels, that's the main culinary wonders of the city, you like it, not much to object but is hard not to compare it with your home's food.

—Is easy to confuse a rough diamond with a simple rock.—You both eat in silence, enjoying the mixed sounds of the city and all the different smells, the whole situation feels like one of those lofi music videos. You remember thinking about moments like this before getting the scholarship, what would it be like to feel normal in the city of your dreams.

—How do you know that much about movies?—He asks after a few minutes when you take a break to drink something, that pizza is not easy to take.

—When I was a kid a spent much time on my own, so my dad bought me a used DVD reproducer, and at the corner of my neighborhood was this movie store where you could buy 5 pirate movies for one dollar. They were blurred, with a terrible sound, and most of the time with the wrong movie inside but they helped me to not feel lonely. Eventually, the store closed but I've watched everything in it by then—He gives you a warm smile, you never told that story to anyone, not because is too intimate to share, but because no one asked, it doesn't sound like a question with a complex answer.—Anyway, I watched Marie Antoinette when I was like eight, and I decided at that moment that however is done I wanted to be part of that magic.

—You hear all kind of people chasing dreams in this city but is hard to find someone who actually deserves it.—You blush and you cover it with your hair but the smile on your voice is impossible to hide.

—Is that a compliment? You must really want me to like you to date Sheep.—You laugh but you can see his face tense, so you can guess your friend has been busy breaking everyone’s hearts.

—She hasn’t returned my calls in three days so I don’t think there’s much you can do—You nod, all this time you thought he was the reason she is ignoring you but apparently you are both in the same boat.—But yeah, I don’t know what I was thinking, what I should have said is, Marie Antoinette at eight? I can see where all the damage started.

You gasp and throw your napkin at his head, he easily catches it without even looking at it and laughs; that was unexpectedly attractive.

—Why a cop?—You ask, not sure where that question came from, maybe you authentically want to know more about him, he just bought you food, and honestly, that's the easiest way to win your trust.

—I wanted to be an actor when I was a child. This is the city of opportunities so you may think that if you want to chase the big wonder, this is the perfect place to do it. But I grow up surrounded by these people giving their entire lives to get something just given to one in a million so I decided is not worth it. For many years I wondered what I wanted to do with my life and the answer was really clear, my dad was a cop, a good one, or that’s what people say. I don’t remember much because he died when I was seven—Conversations about death are not your strength, everything can turn out uncomfortable if you choose the wrong words.—It might not be that glamorous but if my father died for it, it surely worth it.

—For the good ones.—You raise your almost empty can of Coke and he does the same with a grin that warms the cold weather of the night.

—For the good ones.

The next two hours passed like minutes talking about anything and everything. It just felt right to talk freely with him, you didn’t feel judged for your awkward family moments or your random thoughts, not even once because he told you his too. At some point of the night he borrowed you his gym sweatpants, any of you could just suggest going home but that was off the table, end that peace just for weather reasons would have been a tragedy.

—I read Timothée Chalamet is a dick. Is that true?—The mention of his name remains you of your life and everything that comes with it, including the middle semester project that you must dedicate your entire day, one that is about to start.—What, you can’t talk about it?

—He is a complete dick with no sense of privacy or human decency—And when he interrupts a deep kiss to look at your eyes, smile, and caress your chin, you feel like a character of his Victorian movies. But he didn’t ask that.—But the next week he’ll be no longer my problem.

—That’s why we have rule twenty-three, don’t ask for a picture of a celebrity unless they are local—You have heard about it before but you haven’t got the opportunity to decide if you like that rule because the only celebrities you have seen are from work and that club’s party opening.—That means you’ll be free to go to the Stephen Kings’ movie projection there will be for Halloween.

You don’t know if that was a proposition, a suggestion, or just a simple recommendation, and whatever it is, you noticed he was nervous to ask. Is it wrong? It feels wrong like you were betraying your friend accepting to hang out with his boyfriend without her consent. But he didn’t ask you to go with him so is safe to answer.

—Yeah, I guess—You get a moment, four seconds top, where you shared innocent, curious, and tenting gazes like three graders in the playground. And that’s the further you will allow yourself to go.—We better leave, if the sunlight touch me I’ll turn into dust.

You get off the car hood and go to the side door, but this time he opens it for you. You give him a “seriously?” Look, receiving a little push in your arm as a response.

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A distant voice asks you to wake up, softly whispers that turn into caresses on your cheek, your eyes feel so heavy, even when you are well aware of your environment your eyelids keep closed.

—Good morning, Princess—This is the first time Tom calls you that way, the change from silly nicknames to Princess is enough to get you out of hibernation. He is squatting beside your bed, his smile is the promise of a better day, and chasing that idea you give him one small back.—Your mom has been texting me desperately all day, she said you're not answering her calls and is worried.

—Fuck, my phone broke last night, can I call her from yours?—That’s an oversimplification but in the search for a better story, that's what you decide to believe and tell. Tom nods and gives it to you, he looks happy, beyond that, this is the first time you see that subtle blush on his cheeks and the eyes sparkling. You sit on the bed next to his body looking for your mom's number, slowly he moves between your legs, you have shorts and an oversized Back To The Future t-shirt, you got took the time to prepare yourself to bed last night and keep Michael’s clothes inside your closet to wash them, like The Tell-Tale Heart, a little innocent secret who feels dirty somehow

The conversations with your mom are always long, nostalgic and the tears are hard to hold for both parts; after a long life sharing almost every day with her, her absence never feels smaller. But this time is different, Tom is exploring the bare skin under your knee with his warm hands, asking for permission with curious eyes, and when you don’t object to the touch the British boy keeps his exploring mission cautiously, giving special attention to see your eyes in case something change. Is time to hang up when he gives a long and loving kiss to your knee, the less erotic kiss you could think of but so intimate to bristle your skin.

—Not nice to touch someone's daughter when is talking to her mom.—The protest of your voice loses strength at every word, he heard that and just straight his back to reach your face, the gap is almost extinct.

—We're okay, she likes me.—He assures holding your hips and pulling you a bit to him. Tom looks very comfortable with the new closeness authorization, you like it but are not very sure about it yet, most of you still think of him as your best friend.

—Did she tell you that? Are you talking with my mom behind my back?—You laugh when he does, almost like nothing changed.

—She adores me, I swear, I'm invited to Christmas, you know?—You're not surprised, she invites everyone, Logan was too but the first time he got family plans and didn't make it to the second.

—You should go, maybe we can do...—His lips touch yours in a peak at the middle phrase and makes you forget what you were about to say.—Man, the audacity to interrupt...—Then he kisses you again, deeply, using his tongue to taste your inner lip and his hands holding your shirt in fists. That's a twist of events.

—Is that ok?—You hear a weak whisper coming out of his voice but you got so mesmerized on his lips that decided to ignore it and kiss him back instead. He responds to your touch and starts to lean over you to make you lay on the bed.

Jesucristo bendito, is this happening? like, actually happening? you must look like trash, you barely took all the makeup from the night before and didn't take a shower, you start to get so worried about smells, feelings, and what that'll mean to your already too much-spoiled friendship.

However, the time of doubts is done when Sheep starts yelling in the living room, you both reacted running to the sound and looking for your blonde friend. Michael is there but doesn't look like the same as a few hours ago, is annoyed and tired for the lack of sleep, a look that doesn't match him at all.—What did you do?—You ask him fast assuming she's mad for something he did.

—Just in time, the star of the movie, I was wondering how much it will take you to be the protagonist of this.—That is Sheep's voice talking about you and what must be your heart breaking from her words.

—Excuse me?—You wish your tone would be less savage but you can't help respond the same way she did.

—Logan wasn't enough, then you got the drummer, fucking Timothée Chalamet, Tom and now my boyfriend. I'm so glad I didn't leave you alone with my dad or I'd be calling you mom now.—You have no words to that, Michael doesn't even dare to look at you, he must have told her something she misunderstood, but Sheep, or well, Stella is saying things she actually thinks and keep to herself. Tom walks in front of you whispering things to her to calm her down but she is not looking at him, you didn't tell her anything about Tom either so he's taking responsibility this time.—Go ahead and fuck the whole city, Michael if that please you but you're crossing the line with Tom and you know that, you're going to ruin him as you ruin every man that enters in your life.—She has a very you moment having the last word of the dispute and getting out of the apartment with Michael going after her but not putting much effort in it.

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juhaksworld · 3 years ago

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TBZ reactions to you forgetting what day their birthday is

(not exactly an au but let’s just pretend you can’t look up their birthdays online bc they’re idols lol)

Sangyeon:

lowkey hurt. (you meanie -_- ) like one day you were sitting together talking and you were like “oh my goodness I’m so excited for my birthday in a few months bc it’ll be a reason for us to get the day off and spend all day together and he’ll be like “we could do that for my birthday too!” and you’d be like “.....yeahhhhh!!!!! but ummm when is your birthday?? I’m really sorry I forgot. I’m terrible at remembering dates and stuff” and he’d be like “in two weeks” and you’d instantly feel so bad bc this poor boy deserves better (you meanie x2) you’d keep apologizing and he’d forgive you in his heart but he’d pretend to be sad the rest of the day just to make you feel bad ( as you deserve ) and you’d like make it up to him by planning this super sweet day with him and get him the awesomest gift and he’d tell you he wasn’t actually mad at you for forgetting but you’d make sure never to forget any important date again bc having sangyeon sad/upset with you was too heart wrenching,, even if it was just a joke.

Jacob:

you’d be like going through your calendar at the beginning of the year making sure you have everyone’s birthdays put in correctly and you’d casually ask him when his was and he’d be like “????” thinking it was a joke since y’all had been dating for like 3 years. and then you’d look up and realize how awful you must seem for not remembering so you’d make excuses like “i knowwww when your birthday is i’m just double checking….*blushes*” jacob would start giggling and then come sit beside you and hug you and be all sweet and say something like “ahh it’s alright! don’t feel bad at all!” but then he wouldn’t tell you to make you feel bad and you have to go searching through your pictures from last year to find the right day. he’d just laugh bc he knows you didn’t forget bc he’s not important,,, you’re just kinda forgetful. he’d tease you about it a lot. maybe he’d pretend to forget your birthday one day just to get back at you lol.

Younghoon:

he would think you were joking at first and be like “stahpppp you know when my birthday is!” and you’d be like “ummmm hoonie i don’t actually” and then he’d just be like shocked and a little hurt and then he’d start explaining to you about how his birthday was in fact the DAY OF HIS BIRTH INTO THIS WORLD and without his birthday there would be no Kim Younghoon. and you’d just be like “i know...why birthdays umm..are important hoonie” but he’d keep lecturing you about why you should remember and you’d feel so bad. he wasn’t upset,,, just shocked you could forget something like that. eventually you’d be like “i understand hoonie” and make an excuse to leave the room and then you’d call chanhee and desperately ask him to tell you when hoonie’s birthday was. chanhee would laugh at you but finally give in and then you’d rush back to hoonie and be like “BAEEEEEE YOUR BIRTHDAY IS AUG. 8TH!!!!!!” and he’d be like “duhhh” anyways,,, you’d avoid bringing that situation up with him or chanhee bc it was too embarrassing.

Hyunjae:

after he realized you were serious he’d just laugh in your face. like he wouldn’t be hurt at all he’d just think it was hilarious,, especially since you were so flustered about it and embarrassed for forgetting. he’d go on and on with you about how you “ForGOt HiS biRthDay” and you’d be pretty sure it was in the first half of Sept. but you just weren’t 100% positive, but he wouldn’t tell you and he wouldn’t let any of the other boyz tell you either. then at the end of the day he’d ask for your hand and you’d give it to him...a little afraid of what he was gonna do with that black marker he was holding. he’d write “SEPTEMBER 13TH 1997” in bold thick lettering on your wrist. and you’d be like “SKJDKDJFKSJDH WHY’D YOU WRITE THAT SO BIG WITH A MARKER??? NOW IT WON’T COME OFF!!!!” and he’d just laugh and be like “well,,, hopefully you won’t forget my birthday now!” then he’d kiss you on the cheek and run away for his life.

Juyeon:

clueless,,, he’d be like “you forgot my birthday?? for real? this isn’t a prank?” and you’d be like “i’m sorry T-T” he’d do that face like he’d just blink a couple of times looking at you with a slightly disappointed blank face like “ur serious bae?” and you’d try so hard not to laugh bc he looked so funny and cute but you’d feel so guilty. so you’d go on to explain that you were just having a “blond moment” and you couldn’t think of it. you knew when his birthday was...you were just blanking out right then. so you’d change the subject and cross your fingers that you would remember his birthday later and then you’d write it down 30 different times in different places and add a reminder for his birthday and a reminder to remember his birthday bc,,, you never wanted to admit to juyeon that you actually forgot his birthday. he was always so good at remembering all the important dates that had anything to do with you,,, so you wanted to be better at remembering as well

Kevin:

he’d be so butt hurt over this oml. he would 100% never tell you and just sulk all day bc he always makes such a big deal out of your birthday that takes weeks of planning and you just ??FORGOT?? his???? a baby lol. even after you remembered and very loudly exclaimed “OOOOHHHHH YEAHHH OFC!!!! HOW STUPID OF ME FOR FORGETTING” he’d still sulk. you’d have to do some serious explaining of yourself and apologizing and everything. he’d watch you put it in your calendar and turn on reminders every day for a week leading up to his bday. would quiz you randomly after that asking you if you remembered his birthday. you’d have to prove your loyalty to him by remembering some small detail about him that was super important to him before he would completely forgive you.

Chanhee:

disappointed but not surprised lol. would just roll his eyes and be like “why must you be this way?” you’d feel bad,,, but not like super embarrassed bc he wouldn’t make a big deal about it. would tease you a little bit and pretend to be hurt,, but you would know he was just pretending. would ask you if you remembered other ppl’s bdays and when you could,,, he’d tease you even more “i feel like i should be jealous, y/n, that you remember juyeon’s birthday so quickly but not mine...your own bf of 2 years” he’d keep asking you randomly throughout the day if you could remember,,,, and when you finally did remember ( or you secretly asked on of the other boyz ) he would stop teasing you as much and just tell you you had to get a certain (expensive) gift for his birthday to make up for forgetting lmao

Changmin:

Laughs when you ask when his birthday is and then after a minute he’s like “wait--- you were being serious???” and you wouldn’t want to admit it bc you know he can get offended easily over certain things sometimes so you’re like “well...i mean...i know when it is...i just can’t..umm...remember...right now….” *nervous laugh* he wouldn’t exactly be upset..more surprised and a little confused like how do you literally forget your own bf’s birthday you weirdo. he’d just give you this judging look like “????” and that would make you feel even worse than if he openly was offended...somehow. anyway you’re like “i’ll just----- wait until it comes back to me...never mind” and you’ll quickly walk away or change the subject bc you hate having him look at you like you’re the biggest idiot of the century. changmin’s just like “this girl. what a strange person I’m dating”

Haknyeon:

he would be sad,,,like “oh my goodness, how did she forget???” I feel like he tends to overthink so he’d just be so astounded and depressed that you had forgotten such an important fact about him. so he begins to ask you other questions about himself to make sure you hadn’t forgotten everything about him like “what’s my mom’s name” “what year was I born” “when did we start dating” “what’s my favorite food at the moment” etc etc. and you just feel so terrible bc this poor buy is convinced that you don’t love him anymore and he just :(((

[i’m sad writing this y’all ;-; ]

so anyways,,, you’re like “listen hak,,, the reason i’m randomly asking when your birthday is is bc it’s my literal password and i forgot. I forget everything. you should know that by now T___T it’s not bc I don’t think it’s important to remember.” and hak would be like uwuwuwuwuwu “my birthday is your password?? that’s so cuteeee!!! <3 and then he’d tell you and forgive you bc,,, hak is like that

Sunwoo:

butt hurt pt.2. he’d sulk and sulk. “You can’t remember my own birthday baby???” pouts. you’d have to explain yourself thoroughly and even though he knows you sometimes forget important things,,, he’s still surprised and slightly offended. would say something like “you’re not allowed to have any kisses until you remember” and normally that wouldn’t be that bad of a threat bc you were sure you’d remember after a while,,, but you didn’t want him to be even more offended than he already was so you pretended to be heartbroken by this threat and started to act all desperate to find out his birth date (even though you originally just wanted it to put on a little drawing you were working on beside your bday lol ) and so you’ll like all frantically call chanhee on the phone asking when sunwoo’s birthday was (making it seem like a secret from sunwoo even though you made sure he heard) and then you proudly went to sunwoo and told him you remembered the date and by then he was laughing bc he realized how silly he was for being so sad. (you got a kiss on the top of your head for “remembering” lol)

Eric:

lowkey confused and highkey amused. you forgot his birthday??? lol. Is how he thinks. so like one day you were just talking with him and he was telling stories about his birthday a few years ago, before you started dating… and then you realized that you could not for the life of you remember when his birthday was...you were pretty sure it was in december...but that’s all you could remember so you asked him after he was done telling you a story. and he laughed and was like “duhhh it’s December 22nd” and you were like “OOOHHHHHH YEAHHHHH HOW COULD I FORGET???” and then he was like “wait--- you actually forgot??” and you were like “Ummm yeahhh,,,,, sorry ;-;” and then he was like “SHOOT i shouldn’t have told you so i could use that as a bribe against you!!” and you just [-_-] anyways he’ll randomly think of that throughout the day and be like “omg guys my own gf forgot my birthday. none of y’all have it as hard as i do” and then he’d pretend to be sad lol.

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garbagevanfleet · 4 years ago

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Brightest Blue (series)

PART ONE

Pairing: Josh & female!Reader Warnings: None yet. Summary: Things are changing. New state. New school. New roommate. You just pray things are going to click into place. Notes: Here we are everyone. This fic has been a long time in the making, but I’m pretty dang happy with it so far! I made Josh extra lovable and squishy for you all. I hope you enjoy! This fic is edited by the amazing and gorgeous, @lantern-inthenight. And big thanks as always to @myownparadise96. I literally could not have found the motivation to do this fic without you.

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The scenery in Michigan was vastly different than back home. You were used to and comfortable with the nearly unforgiving heat of the American South West, but the farther away you got from home, the more foreign everything seemed. The scrubland slowly started being replaced by emerald green grass and dense forests of towering pines. Once you hit Illinois, little farmsteads were scattered along every road you took, boasting fields thick with corn and beans.

It was a bit over a full day’s worth of driving. You had originally thought you could just drive right through - after all, you were young and you had plenty of caffeine at the ready. In reality, you wound up digesting the trip over two days.

You were a fortunate enough person that you had a reliable car, which made up for the fact that it wasn’t very pretty to look at. It didn’t exactly sip gas, but that had never even been a concern before this - it wasn’t very often that you left home, let alone make a trip across the country. But you were able to breathe a sigh of relief when you started seeing the exit signs for Ann Arbor.

Your parents had been a bit judgemental about you picking a school so far away - they were even worse homebodies than you, and they knew that you being across the country meant they wouldn’t be seeing you until the school year was over - but there was no way you could turn down an opportunity like this one. You had worked your ass off to qualify for a scholarship, knowing full well that there was no way you could afford higher education otherwise. MU hadn’t been your very first choice but with one of the better programs in the country for your desired field, you just couldn’t turn it down.

You had to pull over into a McDonald’s parking lot to pull up the address you were looking for and program it into your phone’s GPS before continuing further into the city. Your mother had been particularly wary about your living situation. See, she was a woman that adamantly liked to have a plan and then stick to it - she didn’t see any value in just letting things happen. “Go with the flow” wasn’t in her vocabulary, but you’d always romanticised the idea. Which was why, when you pulled up to the apartment that you were going to be living in for the next year, it was the first time you’d ever seen it.

You had found the listing on the Facebook marketplace for the area, looked at a couple of pictures, and signed the lease agreement online - all without knowing what you were really in for. You’d been informed that you’d have a roommate when you’d contacted the landlord, but she hadn’t mentioned a thing about the person other than that. All she really said was “no pets, no smoking, and one month’s rent for the security deposit. You had told yourself that it didn’t really matter what the situation was as long as the other person wasn’t outwardly malicious and the place wasn’t infested with pests or anything, even though you knew it mattered a little.

An audible sigh of relief left your lips when you pulled into the apartment parking lot and found that your new home looked well kept. The building had old, slide-up windows, but the brick siding was clean, and the shrubs that lined the property were trimmed and neat. You and your back seat stuffed to max capacity with house plants had made it - and with only a bit of sleep deprivation and caffeine jitters for damages.

After you got out of the car, you grabbed your very favorite potted cactus and found your way into the building, meandering down the dim hall until you came upon the door marked 6. You hadn’t been given a key yet, so you knocked with your free hand and waited until you heard someone shuffling around inside.

You would be lying if you said you weren’t nervous - obviously, you were - but more than anything you were excited. Anxious, maybe? That seemed like the right word.

The door opened to reveal a boy, around your age, hair a mess of curls on the top and shorn tighter to the sides of his head. You were immediately taken aback by the depth in his eyes, chocolatey and warm.

“What’s up?” he asked casually, leaning against the door frame, a pair of old-school headphones dangling from his hand.

You frowned at him slightly, suddenly terrified you’d gotten the wrong apartment number. You weren’t sure how you’d live with that embarrassment, especially if you had to live next door to him - you’d just be that stupid girl that didn’t even know where she lived. “Oh, I think I’m your new roommate? This is number six, right?” You peered around the other side of the open door, just to confirm.

A beaming grin spread over his soft face, showing you his blindingly white teeth and the deepest pair of dimples you’d ever seen. “Oh, cool, yeah. Come on in.”

He stepped aside, giving a dramatically flourished bow as a gesture for you to enter. You obliged, and even though this was your new house too, you paused and waited as he shut the door behind you.

“Sorry, I was expecting you yesterday, so.” He trailed off with a sheepish smile and then extended his free hand to you. “Anyway, I’m Josh.”

You shifted your cactus to one arm so you could shake his hand. “Y/N. Yeah, sorry, it took me longer than I expected to get here. Which is why my stuff apparently showed up before I did.”

You eyed around the apartment, spotting boxes of your things in piles. The original plan your parents had come up with was to have you rent a U-Haul, but since you’d never driven anything bigger than your Camry, you had quickly shot that idea down. After some expert negotiating, they had agreed to hire a moving company. You hadn’t had the balls to ask what a service like that had set them back - decided instead that it was better if you didn’t know.

“Oh yeah,” he replied, rubbing at the back of his neck. “It all showed up yesterday at like noon. One of the boxes was open a little, and I saw records so I looked through them to make sure you weren’t some kind of freak.”

It was more of a statement than a warning, and the smile he gave you showed not even a shred of an apology so you just smiled back. “Find anything you like?”

He turned on his heel and headed into the kitchen - connected to the living room by a huge square archway. “Your music taste is,” He paused, opening a cupboard and pulling down two mismatched glasses. “Eclectic.”

You laughed at him, bending to gently set your plant down on a side table. “That’s true.”

“But I found plenty I could listen to, so I guess you’re okay. You want some juice?” he asked as he held up a paper carton of store brand orange juice

“That would be lovely,” you agreed, standing stick straight the way you did when in the presence of new company. “My dad used to take me to a lot of thrift stores and we’d go home with a minimum of two records per trip.”

“I love thrifting,” he said simply, giving you an alarmingly serious look. “There are three here, I think. Every once in a while you can find something really worth keeping. I have kind of a ‘catch and release’ policy where if I don’t instantly know what I’m going to do with an item, I leave it there, but I think - like - a third of my wardrobe is from thrift stores.”

You listened, feeling oddly entranced by the way he was handing you thoughts as they came to him. There was something truly honest about it - a quality people back home didn’t seem to have. It was charming.

He brought your glass of juice to you and then motioned to the rest of the apartment. “You want the grand tour of Casa De Joshua-” He gave you a pointed look and a cheesy grin. “And Y/N?”

You breathed a laugh at him, nodding as you sipped. “Please.”

“Okay, try not to get lost - this is obviously the living room. I do most of my living here as the name would suggest. I found this couch on the side of the road - actually almost all of my furniture is adopted.” As he explained, he was gesturing to items like Vanna White.

The couch looked. Well-loved. You could tell just at a glance that it was probably past it’s prime when Josh had stumbled upon it, but it did look comfortable, and it wasn’t like you had a couch to offer, so you were happy with it.

“I have this TV but it’s really only for movies and stuff because I’m twenty-two and I’d rather die than pay for cable. But there are literally hundreds of DVDs in the TV stand that you are welcome to peruse at your leisure,” he informed, his hands gesturing almost arbitrarily as he talked.

You followed as he moved on through the archway. “This is the kitchen. All of the food lives here. There’s lots of stuff, but I try to just make two bigger meals per day. I don’t have a real ice tray so I’ve been using a chocolate mold- Well anyway, our ice will be in the shape of wiener dogs.”

You were shocked at the laugh that escaped you, genuine and uncontrolled. He grinned over at you, clearly also surprised - but pleased with himself for getting the reaction he was aiming for.

“I think I can live with that.”

“Good,” he agreed simply, giving you a new kind of smile - something sweeter. After a beat, he motioned down the hall with his eyes, letting you lead. “The bathroom is this way. The water takes like three or four minutes to get hot. I realized that I have a lot of products for some reason, but I condensed them all into this one area in the corner just in case my new roommate was a girl, and you are so that’s great. I’ll probably get a shelf.”

There was a proud quality to his voice like he felt gentlemanly for letting you have all the space you needed. For some reason, that made you feel warm and fuzzy.

“And what if your new roommate had been a boy?” you inquired with a smirk.

He put a finger on his chin, taking on a contemplative look for you. “Hmm. Then I guess I slowly would have moved my stuff back to the cabinet - probably just one thing per day so he wouldn’t notice. Unless he had a lot of makeup or something, then I’d just let him have it.”

He grinned as you teasingly shook your head.

“This way is the sleeping quarters. My room is there on the right and yours to the left.”

You stepped into your new room and let a sigh of relief. Two huge windows took up a lot of the far wall, framed underneath by large sills. The space was bright and roomier than you’d pictured. Your bed was set up in the very middle of the room, but you already knew exactly where you wanted it to go. For some reason, you had been concerned that you wouldn’t like the space, but it was kind of perfect.

“This is great,” you breathed, turning to him and giving him a sly grin. “Wanna give me a hand moving my furniture around?”

He pretended to consider for a moment until you spoke again.

“My mom sent money for pizza while I get stuff unpacked,” you said coyly. “If you needed any convincing.”

He laughed, showing you his teeth. “You drive a hard bargain. Okay, I’ll help as long as I get to look through your stuff while we move it.”

You gave him a questioning look, earning a one-shouldered shrug in return. He looked benign enough standing there, propped against the door frame with a goofy upturn to his lips, so you relented.

“Deal,” you agreed.

You were positive you would not have been able to move stuff without his help. For being a slender boy, he seemed to easily be able to get things where they needed to be. He dutifully helped you shove your furniture into place - your bed against the window wall, your desk and vanity on the wall with your closet door. Then, bless his little heart, he helped you move it all again when you decided you didn’t like the arrangement (but not without some light griping).

One by one, you brought in your boxes from the living room and you allowed him to poke through them, perched on your bed. He flipped through your books, thumbing pages of ones that piqued his interest - you could only imagine that he was already planning on borrowing some of them. He reacted similarly to your framed photos, as he unwrapped them from their packing paper.

When you got your record player set up, he put on a vinyl and started to hang your art prints on the wall where you instructed him to. The look of concentration on his face was rather endearing as he held a few nails between his teeth and hammered them into the wall, one by one. There was a time or two you were convinced that he was going to mutilate his thumb, but he didn’t, and when the last picture was hung, you breathed a sigh of relief.

You called in a pizza, adorned with his requested toppings as you hung your clothes into your closet, your phone tucked against your ear and shoulder for maximum efficiency.

Plants collected on your bed until there was no more room for them - after that, he started setting them on the floor as he brought them in from your car. He didn’t seem to be judging the sheer amount of them, even though he had every right to.

“It’s going to look like a jungle in here,” he stated finally as he took a bite out of a slice of pizza that he was holding like a taco, his eyes raking over all of the foliage scattered around your room. Rather than sounding like he was teasing, his tone seemed excited.

You grinned at him, starting to arrange them on the window sill and your bookshelf that had only ever served you as a plant shelf since you’d bought it. “Plants are my passion. Botany major,” you explained as you fluffed up your Monstera’s huge leaves.

“Ooh.” He raised his eyebrows at you, pulling one of his legs up underneath him on your bed - now fitted with sheets. “I think that’s going to be nice. Give it some life in here.”

You grabbed another slice from the pizza box on your nightstand and tried to think of the right tone of voice to use to ask the next question. “How long have you lived here by yourself?”

He hummed, eyes flicking around distantly as he thought. “Well, I’ve lived here just over a year, and my first roommate dropped out and moved back home about...six months ago?”

“Have you been lonely? You seem like a social guy.” You gave him an empathetic look but he just shrugged at you. You hadn’t known him long enough to know for sure, but you suspected he was more affected than he was letting on.

“I mean, a little lonely. But I got used to it for the most part.” He paused for a good couple of seconds before a smile spread across his lips. “And Penny’s kept me company.”

“Oh, does your girlfriend stay here too?” you prompted, trying to remember if you’d seen any feminine looking items lying around that weren’t yours.

“What? No,” he said under a chuckle and stood, gesturing for you to follow him across the hall.

The second you walked through the doorway, you were met with the smell of incense sticks and linen. His room was dimmer than yours and kind of cramped with all of his mismatching furniture, but he had a huge bed - you thought it could easily fit three people in it. There were some clothes strewn about around a laundry hamper by the door and you tried to not be jealous that his closet seemed to be about twice the size of yours.

He crossed the room to crouch in front of a coffee table that he seemed to be using as a catch-all. The varnish was worn off the top of it in rings because sitting on the coffee table was a globe of water and a calico colored goldfish swimming around aimlessly inside of it.

“Ah, so this is Penny,” you giggled as you bent over next to him. When the fish spotted him, it rose to the surface of the water, opening its mouth in demand for food.

He grinned down at it. “Light of my life. We’re not allowed to have pets but I figured that a fish didn’t count.”

You hummed, admittedly a bit charmed by the whole situation. “But don’t goldfish require a lot of space?”

The smile fell from his face, adopting a level of concern you hadn’t yet seen from him as he peered over at you. “Do they?”

Immediately, you felt guilty for putting that look on his features. Your brain kick-started - trying to think of a way to make it right again. “I think so? Maybe we can find her a small tank? Put a few little plants in there for her?”

Josh nodded at you, stroking his fingers over the glass with a frown. “I’m a bad dad.”

“No, no!” you assured, putting your hand on his head but then removing it instantly when you realized that you didn’t really know him, he’d just already made you feel like you did. Either way, you figured it would be inappropriate to touch him. “You’re great. She looks really happy.”

“She’s great at begging for food, so don’t get tricked,” Josh instructed after a moment, seemingly able to put his concerns aside to jest you.

You nodded in agreement. “I’ll be ever vigilant,” you promised, making him smile again.

He stood back up, so you did as well.

“Well, I’ll give you some time to get comfortable in your room,” Josh said, sitting back on his bed. “Let me know if you need anything, okay?”

“I promise I will,” you assured, tapping your hand on the doorframe on your way out.

By the time the sun was set, your room was shockingly well put together. The emotional rollercoaster that was the album Rumors helped you keep on task, losing yourself in the music so it didn’t feel like work at all. You hadn’t been expecting it to come along so quickly, but you guessed that was because you hadn’t anticipated such a friendly roommate. The nesting had always been your favorite part, so you took your time to enjoy placing out all your knick-knacks and photos.

You took a break to shower when you decided you were done for the day, reveling in the feeling of the water after such a long time in your car - He was absolutely right about how long it took to warm up from ice cold. When you got out and changed into your pajamas, Josh was sitting in the living room with a laptop across his legs.

“You wanna chill?” he asked when he heard you padding down the hall, shutting the lid of it and setting it on a side table. “Or if you’re too tired, that’s okay too.”

“No, no. I’d love to talk.” You sat next to him, leaving a comfortable amount of room between you as you pulled your knees up to your chin. “Tell me more about yourself,” you requested, tugging a blanket from a beat-up wicker basket on the floor and wrapping it around your body.

“Hmm, okay,” he started. You wondered how long it had been since he had to introduce himself to someone new. “I’m from a tiny little town here in Michigan. I’m the oldest of four - two brothers and a sister. My brother, Jake, also attends MU and lives just off campus.”

You frowned at him. “Wait, why wouldn’t he live with you?” you asked through a disbelieving laugh.

“He lived with me long enough,” Josh explained in a humored tone. “There are only so many people where I’m from and well - we wanted to meet new people, you know?”

“I guess I should be grateful for that.”

“Yeah, probably,” he teased and then paused to think. “I’m in performing arts - I’m actually putting on a production around Christmas with some elementary school kids.”

You suppressed the aww that was threatening to pass your lips. “You like kids?”

He beamed you a smile, shaking his head. “Love them. I want to have like ten of them someday.”

The thought of him surrounded by kids made you soften. You were genuinely shocked about how easy he was to talk to - how easy he was to like. You had never thought in a million years you’d get along with your roommate so well, let alone the first day meeting them.

“I hope you get to,” you said as genuinely as you could muster, prompting him to give you a grateful smile.

A yawn escaped you before you could hide it, and you quickly breathed an apology, but he just waved you off.

“You must be exhausted from that drive,” he said, his voice soft. “You should get some sleep.”

You nodded in agreement and gave him a thankful smile. “Is it okay if I sleep out here?”

The look on his face was quizzical, forcing a laugh from you. “Why would you do that?”

“I have this tradition where whenever I’m in a new place, I always sleep in the living room on the first night. It’s good luck.”

“Whatever you say.” His lips pulled back into an unconvinced smirk. “Well, yeah, you live here now too, so you can sleep wherever you’d like.”

He disappeared into his room for only a moment before popping his head back out, fingers wrapped around the door frame.

“Do you mind if I join you?”

You tried not to look too taken aback by the question, but you could feel your cheeks flushing warm. You raked your eyes along the couch, entirely positive that there wasn’t enough space for the two of you to lay out on it together fully - at least, not without being pressed flush against one another. However, his face looked innocent and soft - not a single tint of mischief colored across his features.

“Yeah, that-. I guess that’s okay,” you agreed sheepishly with a shrug. “But I’m not sure we’ll both fit if I’m being honest.”

He frowned questioningly at you, his brows lacing together until he realized what you thought he meant. His face instantly turned a light shade of pink to match yours. “No, no,” he quickly assured in between a breathy laugh. “I’m not going to sleep with you - I’ll take the recliner.”

“Oh, right.” You gave a nervous laugh of your own, cursing yourself out in your head for being so dull.

You were still well embarrassed as you made a nest of blankets on the couch and he brought out a pillow for you when you realized yours were still tucked deep in your bag of bedding. When each of you was situated on your respective pieces of furniture, he flicked the light off with a comfortable sigh.

It was silent for a moment before he spoke again, his voice taking on a tone that was far too smug for your liking. “You were awfully quick to agree to sleep next to me. You don’t have a crush on me, do you?”

You knew he was teasing, but your heart rate still managed to pick up under the pressure. You had never been particularly good with awkward social situations; you rolled your eyes in the dark, thankful he couldn’t see how red you were. “No, Josh. I do not have a crush on you.”

“Okay,” he said through a melodic laugh, and you got the feeling that he’d gotten the reaction he was aiming for from you. “Should we be best friends though?”

You snorted a laugh of your own, wanting to be annoyed at how likable he was, but falling short. “You are the most peculiar person I’ve ever met, I think.” You curled up, clutching your blanket tight to your body. “But yes. We can be friends.”

“Okay, cool - I’ll order matching t-shirts for us.” You could hear the pleased grin he was wearing, making you feel warm and cozy. You pulled the worn blanket up to your chin.

“See to it that you do.”

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A Halloween Night

Terrormoo/BasicallyIDo407/H20 Vanoss/Daithi de Wildcat

Word count: 2037

Based off this prompt:

Brock slipped the leather jacket on, squinting through the purposely broken red sunglasses that only had one lense. He was dressing as Terroriser, his biggest rival and honestly? One of his best friends.

Terroriser was considered a villain, his partners in crime Wildcat, Basically and Delirious. Brock was considered a hero, though he didn't see how. He just didn't like seeing people hurt.

Terroriser and his group didn't hurt people, though they liked to steal and vandalize. There were worse villains out there, but Brock and his friends Daithi, Evan and Scotty tended to run into Terroriser's group more.

Brock scrutinized his outfit, feeling mildly out of place in the leather jacket and black jeans. Normally he wore blue jeans, a sky blue hoodie and an eagle mask, but it was Halloween, and he was going as Terroriser. He thought it was ironic.

"Daamn Brock, you look good in leather," Evan said playfully, Brock turning to see a hockey mask and one of his blue hoodies on his best friend. "Are you going as Delirious?" Brock asked amused and Evan winked through the mask.

"Hell yeah, that little fucker looks cool," Evan said cheerfully and Brock shook his head. "Hey, you can't say shit, you're going as Terroriser, and besides. Daithi is going as Wildcat and Scotty is going as Basically," Evan said, pointing a finger and Brock just laughed.

"Alright, let's get going. It's going to be hilarious to stop Terroriser and them dressed as them," Brock said excitedly and Evan nodded with a laugh.

"Daithi! Scotty! Hurry up! We're leaving with our without your asses!" Evan yelled through the house they all shared (rent was a doozy and easier split between 4 people).

Brock rolled his eyes as footsteps ran down the hall, Nogla sliding in with a pig mask and bike helmet on and Scotty sliding in wearing a blue t-shirt and a white eared hood.

"Let's go!" Brock said excitedly, tightening his shoe laces in preparation for take off. Brock and Evan had flight as abilities, Evan through wings that would melt into his skin as tattoos at will. Brock mostly could just control air pressure under him.

Daithi had super speed that let him run not only over water but up buildings, and Scotty had high jumps. It made getting around easier considering they were in a massive city and traffic was usually a mess.

They left, locking the door behind them and taking off. Evan and Brock flew high above the lights of the city, catching glimpses of Scotty leaping from building to building and Daithi running along the skylights.

Bright red flashes appeared on the East side of the city and Evan nodded at Brock as they took off towards the area. It was mostly warehouses and boat docks, so Brock assumed Terroriser and his group were either raiding or burning something.

Evan and Brock flew down, landing on a warehouse a couple buildings away from where the lights were flashing. It was definitely Terroriser's lasers causing those flashes and Brock rolled his eyes.

Daithi skidded to a stop beside the two, Scotty landing lightly on the other side. "Any idea on what they're doing?" Scotty whispered very faintly as Wildcat had very strong hearing.

Brock shook his head and gestured for Daithi to step closer. "Go around the back, stay hidden and quiet. Vanoss and I will fly above, Fourzer0 will go around the other way," Brock whispered, using their alias names.

Everyone nodded and took off, Brock and Evan hovering about 30 meters above the now vandalized warehouse where they say the four villains laughing and either spray painting, burning or carving stupid stuff along its walls.

Brock raised an amused eyebrow and caught Evan's eye, who was smirking faintly. "Looks like we weren't the only ones," he said amused and Evan nodded, shaking his head.

Brock and Evan flew down and landed right behind the four men, grinning amused. "Well hello sexy," Terroriser said coyly, giving Brock an up and down. He had an eagle beak mask over his mouth and nose, a very tight blue hoodie and blue jeans on.

Brock rolled his eyes, internally appreciating the tightness of the hoodie. It was obviously Delirious' hoodie, as that was his signature along with the painted hockey mask.

"I see you guys had the same idea as us," Evan said amused, checking out Delirious' skin tight black outfit and half owl mask that left his mouth free.

Delirious had a smirk, looking Evan up and down. Wildcat looked over at the alley between the warehouses and called, "I can hear you Nogla, come on out. You too Fourzer0seven."

The two stepped out, eyeing Basically and Wildcat who were dressed as them. Wildcat looked very odd wearing a headset and a bright green tee, Basically in black skinny jeans and a Grey and white t shirt.

"I'm liking what I see," Scotty said, winking at Basically who just rolled his eyes, grinning. Terroriser nodded, having not taken his eyes off Brock since he'd turned around.

"Having a good Halloween, Vanoss?" Delirious purred, skipping over to Evan and running a hand down his chest. Evan chuckled, shaking his head and grabbing Delirious' hand before it could travel any lower.

"And if I am?" Evan asked softly and Delirious grinned, not letting go of Evan's hand. "I guess we'll just have to add some chaos to it, as long as you don't mind," he replied just as softly and Terroriser and Brock just rolled their eyes at each other.

Those two had had the strongest chemistry since the "rivalry" had started, though Evan had always fired back saying Brock and Terroriser were right there with them.

"What do you say? We all stick together? Put our rivalry aside tonight and be normal people?" Terroriser asked, walking closer to Brock and tilting his head.

Brock took the sunglasses off, raising an eyebrow at the other. "I think-" he started but Daithi cut him off. "Sounds like a plan to me. Let's go get pizza and bullshit around the pier."

Wildcat and Basically nodded in agreement but Terroriser didn't take his eyes off Brock. Brock just nodded in agreement and Terroriser smirked excitedly.

"Then, for tonight, you better call me Brian," he said softly and Brock tilted his head. "And you better call me Brock," he replied finally and Brian hummed.

"Okay okay, you four go get separate rooms," Daithi groaned, seeing Evan and Delirious practically nose to nose and Terroriser's- no, Brian's and Brock's chests nearly touching.

Wildcat walked to him, raising an eyebrow. "Is that an offer?" He asked quietly and Brock and Brian smirked at each other as Daithi went bright red, mouth opening but no words coming out.

"Why don't we all head to the pier?" Basically suggested and Scotty nodded, arms crossed at the three duos.

Delirious winked and he and Evan blinked out of sight, Delirious having teleportation as one of his abilities. Wildcat rolled his eyes and looked at Daithi.

"Here," he said, grabbing Daithi's hand and both of them shrank down into birds, a surprised squawk coming from Daithi as he wobbled on his new hawk feet.

Brock shook his head and grabbed Brian's hand, the other frowning confused. "Don't let go," Brock warned him and adjusted the air pressure under them and they took off flying. Brian let out a shocked scream, his other hand flying to grab Brock's arm tightly.

Brock let out a laugh as Basically screamed behind them. Brian had his eyes squeezed shut but Brock could see that Scotty had grabbed Basically in a bear hold and jumped, the two shapeshifted birds flying behind Brock and Brian.

The trip to the pier only took 5 minutes, but by time they reached it Evan and Delirious were already wrapped around each other and half hidden by Evan's wings.

Brian burst out laughing, a full, genuine laugh that Brock was already obsessed with. Evan and Delirious broke apart, Evan flushed but Delirious smirking smugly. "Don't be jealous, Brian," Delirious snipped and Brian tilted his head.

"Of what, Jon," he asked and Delirious nodded at Brock. "We all know you want to be under the one and only Moo, but are too scared to take it," Delirious answered and Brock went bright red as Brian stammered.

"I- uh-" Brian stuttered and Brock rolled his eyes, winking at Evan and Delirious before grabbing Brian's arm and spinning him around. "Here," Brock said amused, pulling Brian against him and kissing him deeply.

Brock had no idea what had come over him and let him gain the confidence to do that, but was he ever so happy he did. Brian melted into his hold, a shiver going down his spine at the motion.

Brock heard a wolf whistle and clapping and the two broke apart to see Evan and Daithi clapping and Scotty pulling his fingers from his mouth after the whistle.

"Fucks sake Brock! I didn't know you had it in you!" Daithi called and Brock flushed, making Brian laugh. "Now it's your turn," Brock snapped back and Daithi shook his head, his cheeks flushing.

"Oh?" Wildcat asked, turning to face Daithi with a smirk. "Like this?"

Wildcat pulled Daithi against him, pausing in case he pulled away but continuing when Daithi made no motion to do so. Brock shook his head at the very intense kiss, turning back to Brian.

"You have pyrokinesis, yeah?" He asked quietly and Brian nodded, looking curious. "Want to start a bonfire?" He asked and Brian brightened, nodding even more enthusiastically. "Then let's go collect some driftwood."

The two ran off, none of the others noticing. They started collecting driftwood, but Brock paused with an armful and just stared out at the ocean. The moonlight was reflecting perfectly off the water, the breeze barely there.

Brock closed his eyes and felt all the tension in his shoulders vanish, breathing in the slightly sweet air contently.

"You okay?" Brian asked softly, his voice fitting in with the atmosphere perfectly. Brock opened his eyes and turned to him, smiling faintly. "I'm actually perfect. It's such a nice night," he replied just as softly and Brian smiled faintly.

"It is. I'm kinda glad you guys came to stop us today, I really wanted you to see my "costume". You showing up dressed as you are was a plus," Brian said amused and Brock looked down at the black jeans and leather jacket ensemble he had on.

"This was honestly one of the strangest things I've ever worn, I've never worn leather. But it's surprisingly warm," he said and Brian laughed. "It is. I like my leather jacket, but yours looks even nicer than mine," he said and Brock shrugged.

"It's brand new, Evan wears leather jackets but none of them fit me, so I had to go buy one," he admitted and Brian laughed, dropping the wood in his hold and pulling at the blue hoodie he was wearing.

"This is Jon's, its like a full size too small, but the arm length was barely long enough so it worked," he said and Brock couldn't help but let his eyes trail down Brian's body.

"You can definitely tell it's small on you," he said and then flushed and Brian raised an eyebrow. "And how?" He asked knowingly and Brock's blush grew darker as he sighed.

"It really suits you? Like, I can see everything in that outfit," he said and then dropped the wood as Brian pulled him against him.

"Everything?" Brian murmured and Brock swallowed, that strange confidence coming over him again.

"Yes. Everything. And I will admit, I'm really liking what I see," he replied with a faint purr and Brian's eyes widened, his pupils dilating.

Brock leaned closer, his lips barely brushing Brian's before he stepped away and picked his pile of driftwood back up. "We should head back, I'm sure our friends are looking for us," he said cheerfully, knowing exactly what he did as he turned around and started walking back to the pier.

"Brock you asshole," he heard Brian mutter and Brock just laughed. This night was definitely proving to be a Halloween to remember.

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