#can't leave the house and walk because then my brain operates

[distant--shadow]

maybe Imogen didn't tell laudna she's special in return because she's too aware of how crushing the weight of that responsibility feels, but can say that she needs her in order to not give in to it, if that's what will keep her around

she's the daughter of special, might be what she grows into

maybe Liliana would have stayed had she had the right support

[becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys]

Doctor Who, but Chronologically: 47

Fortunately there is no time jump, so we return to World Enough and Time's final part, The Doctor Falls. This is good for answers, because sometimes two-parters jump around - we're still waiting to find out how Matt Smith got out of that cube and whether River blew up. But not this time! Here we are on a Cyberman infested ship again.

Also, here is something I genuinely enjoy about Steven Moffat's writing: he does very good and fun and engaging pre-credit cliffhanger resolutions to his two-parters, and this one is no exception. We are treated to an idyllic farm house with adorable innocent children and salt-of-the-earth rustic folk in a green countryside a few floors up in the ship, with Cybermen crucified as scarecrows all around them; a child feels an earthquake, and suddenly a space shuttle bursts up through the floor and crashes. And out of the wreckage walks Cyber-Bill, carrying the Doctor in her arms.

VERY FUN (the Doctor gets Cyber-shot like eight times in this episode, he does need carrying)

Anyway, this is a fairly straightforward episode plot-wise. After Missy and Master attack the Doctor, he changes the parameters the Cybermen are following to identify humans - now they will target 1 or 2 hearts, so suddenly the Gallifreyans are also at risk (I will admit this is one of those "Seems clever but is actually dumb as hell" twists that Moffat is so good at. "I only had time to make one small change!" says the Doctor. "I added a 2! Now they will also chase people with two hearts!" Okay but that is not how coding works. Either you change the number 1 to a 2 - in which case they would now EXCLUSIVELY track Gallifreyans and leave humans alone, problem solved - or you added an operator like AND or OR or what have you, in which case you used up extra precious seconds to deliberately ensure that these Cybermen would still track humans.)

(And actually, they don't track the blue man. And the Doctor takes pains in this episode to point out that the Cybermen still have easily fooled monkey brains. So like. At any point, everyone could have painted themselves blue and been fine. Hmm.)

ANYWAY

The change means Missy and the Master escape upwards with the Doctor, Nardole and Cyber-Bill, so we exchange Cardiff University and Bute Street the grime of the Cyber conversion level for the pastoral wilds of Abergavenny floor 507, a solar farm that therefore has a holographic sky and simulated weather. And then it's basically a village under siege story - the Cybermen are coming, and are upgrading as they go, a process that is happening in what appears to be days to our hero but is in fact years at the bottom of the ship. This also means they can't all go up in the lifts to escape more than a few floors now - the Cybermen will upgrade to stop them too fast.

(Except. There's about 50 things wrong with that as a concept. I can think of one previously noted plot point that proves that wrong and about five possible workarounds right off the top of my head - as I say, "seems clever but is actually dumb as hell." But this is an era finale and so the focus is not on the plot - a mere skeleton to prop up the actual star of the show - but the story. What matters here is the characters, and what they think and feel and say, and what choices they make.)

Ultimately, it turns out that Missy genuinely does want to change, and become a good person. This is genuinely poignant, because the Master therefore kills her to stop her. I'm not wild about that as a twist, actually - long franchises with recurring villains never like to allow true growth, but I think "villain trying to atone" is actually a super valuable narrative, and I always feel sad for characters who aren't allowed to do it. But I will admit that it's played relatively nicely, as a tragedy.

Fortunately, it's juxtaposed with one of the best monologues any character in anything has ever given; namely, Peter Motherfucking Capaldi turning his Acting skills up to over 9000 to explain why we should choose to do the right thing. It's beautiful and moving and timeless and true and I love it, wholeheartedly and unironically. I mean it's also bullshit from this particular Doctor, given that we have in the past watched Clara have to force him to even try to save people if they don't do what he likes (Christ she deserved a better Doctor T_T), but regardless, it's a fantastic speech delivered by one of the greatest actors of his generation.

So what does happen?

Well! Bill is Cyber-Bill now, and the process is written off as permanent. She retains her memories through force of will, but will slowly succumb. "I can feel the programming," she sobs at one point, and fuck me Pearl Mackie is also a phenomenal actor. "It's like a hurricane in my head, and I'm hanging on, but I can only hang on for so long."

This episode literally started with the Doctor altering the programming of the Cybermen.

"Alas," he tells her. "There's nothing I can do to fix this."

Well then.

The Doctor and Bill ultimately decide to stay and fight Cybermen off while Nardole is given the task of leading the humans up five floors to the next solar farm in the lifts; the Doctor then blows up the floor they're on with the Cybermen on it, and go out in a blaze of glory. This is... certainly a choice, isn't it? Every story with Nardole so far has shown him to be the plucky comic relief, and I include in that THIS EXACT STORY WHERE MISSY CALLED HIM COMIC RELIEF TO HIS FACE. We even got more Weird Nrdole Stuff this episode - apparently he's some sort of reformed con-man and a computer whizz. And yet!!! And yet he gets the Proper Companion Ending!!! This is such a tonally strange choice. The Doctor even convinces him to do it by telling him he's stronger than the Doctor, a claim for which we have seen zero evidence, and is actually the sort of thing that gets said to Proper Companions after they have been through two series' worth of character development. By rights, this should surely have been Bill's job? Lead the survivors in a post-apocalyptic world?

Instead, Bill dies as a Cyberman, and then suddenly, from our perspective, THINGS GET REAL WEIRD, because an unnamed water faerie with a star in her eye who apparently once cried on Bill turns up and goes "You're like me now," and they magic the Doctor back into the TARDIS that two minutes ago he said he couldn't reach, abandon Nardole in a Cyber-infested ship, and then fuck off to explore the cosmos together and have hot lesbian sex, I assume.

What the fuck.

And then to round off, the Doctor wakes up, cries that he doesn't want to regenerate, and staggers out of the TARDIS into snow and also the arms of David Bradley's First Doctor. Which brings us nicely to that story we've already seen! We've seen Capaldi's regeneration. That was a good one.

So! Let's update the board.

“She” (an unknown person) is returning (Suspects: River, Missy, Me, Clara)

There is something on Donna’s back

An entire planet, Pyrovilia, just… disappeared, somehow. (Maybe because the TARDIS is exploding??? Saturnine was also lost, and that WAS because of the TARDIS exploding. The lion man’s planet was also lost but he was a bit of a knob about it if I’m honest. The Thijarian planet was destroyed by some sort of impact). Is this the Flux?

Amy is maybe dead (she’s not)

The Doctor has been cubed (he’s out, but how?)

River is possibly blown up  (Nope: she is definitely not blown up)

The TARDIS has blown up  (It’s fine now. Except it’s sort of melting now because it’s corrupted, but it’s fine again. NOPE, back to not working.)

The universe appears to have ended  (the universe is back again)

The Doctor has employed(?) Nardole

(And Nardole was “reassembled???” Nardole had glass nipples and invisible hair?? He used to be blue, and could apparently go back to it??? NEW INFO: he's some sort of helplessly criminal con-artist??? WHAT THE FUCK IS HE)

There’s an immortal Viking girl now. Her name is Me and she’s now looking after the people the Doctor abandons

Why was Rory entirely unconcerned by the entire world suddenly going silent when that is Not Normal and should have been, at the very least, extremely disconcerting?

What did the Doctor do to Queen Lizzie One?

Why is Amy seeing a one-eyed woman in a vanishing window? (She’s with the Silents, but we don’t know why Amy saw her)

Why is Amy’s pregnancy inconclusive? (Maybe because the baby had Time Lord DNA?) She’s deffo pregnant and the baby becomes River, but why inconclusive?

Who is Sarah-Jane Smith?

How is the Doctor Bill’s teacher and why/where does he have an office?

What is going on with the Cyber War and the Cyberium???

What happened with the Other Cyber War?

What happened with the Third War that deleted the void?

Why does Rose seem particularly important?

What order do these Doctors go in? (Eccleston, Tennant, uncertain, Smith, Capaldi, Whittaker)

Which companion just… forgot the Doctor, and how?

Yaz and Vinder are about to die as Mori/Mwri/Muuri (Not anymore, somehow)

There is a Lupari shield around Earth.

What’s a Time War?

What’s the Rift?

What’s Bad Wolf?

In which war did the Doctor become a war criminal, and how?

Why has Amy forgotten Rory? How did she forget a Dalek invasion?

Is Rory plastic or not? Yeah, must be, he couldn’t possibly remember being plastic otherwise

Why is the Doctor sulking on a cloud?

How exactly does the Doctor have a cloud?

What exactly happened with Strax to, uh, tame him?

Which friend killed Strax?

Which friend brought Strax back?

Where did this lesbian lizard and human couple come from?

What happened with Clara as Souffle Girl and the Daleks?

How does Clara actually join?

Why so many Claras? A psychic midwife says she’s just normal human

Why is Missy apparently in robo-heaven? NEW INFO: Is this because she's now dead?

Why is probably!Missy pushing Clara and the Doctor together?

What is Trensilor and what happened there?

Who is Handles?

The Doctor is about to be dissolved by a beautiful geode man

The universe is being crushed by the Flux

Will the Doctor open the fobwatch?

Sontarans are invading Earth again

Who is Kate?

Who is Osgood? Another name of Clara’s again?

The fuck is the deal with the Grand Serpent

Does Martha get to go to an ice cream planet with 12-fingered massage aliens?

How did the Doctor forget Clara?

Who is Bill’s puddle girlfriend Heather? NEW INFO: This is presumably the star-eyed water faerie

How did Nardole die?

When does the Doctor shrink and enter a Dalek called Rusty?

Whittaker is falling to her death rn

Was that ring relevant?

Does anyone know the Doctor’s name? NEW INFO:  Missy says it's "Who"

When did Yaz talk to Dan about fancying the Doctor?

When did Dan talk to the Doctor about fancying Yaz?

What’s happening with the bees?

What happened with Donna’s ex and a giant spider?

What war wiped out the Daleks, and is it one of the ones already mentioned?

What did the Doctor mean when he said “The (Daleks) always live, while I lose everything?”

If Dalek Caan is the last Dalek left why are there more now?

How did the rest of the Time Lords die?

How and why did Amy melt?

What’s the question that will make silence fall?

Why do the Silents… want silence to fall?

How and why are Silents at war with the Doctor when he… hasn’t even heard of them?

How does Hitler get out of the cupboard?

What’s the significance of fish fingers and custard?

Why does the Doctor feel guilt about Rose, Martha and Donna?

What happened with the space whale?

When does Rory defend Amy for 2000 years? Since Roman times, it seems

How does the Doctor survive River? He doesn’t, apparently

How does he erase himself from history

Did Captain Jack lose his memories to the same people as the Doctor? What did he lose?

When did the Doctor send the Daleks into a void to save the universe?

What’s with the weird crack in the wall and is it affecting memories?

Why do Amy and Rory think the Doctor is dead? Is it because of River as an astronaut?

Is Matt Smith’s Doctor a tree racist?

Why is the beautiful geode woman stealing people into a Passenger form?

River says she’ll die one day when the Doctor doesn’t remember her, let’s hope she doesn’t mean it

Why doesn’t the TARDIS like Clara?

When was the Master Prime Minister?

When will the Doctor go and rescue Nardole and the colonists?

[l1ve-l4ugh-lov3craft]

hiiii it’s meeeee again :D

any thoughts on Gerudo town or Rito village (u pick if you’re up to it (completely understand if you don’t want to do those lol))?? I love the breakdowns u do! Have a nice day!

HELLOW FRIEND, I'M SORRY THIS TOOK A BIT TO GET OUT! I've not thought a whole lot about Rito Village actually, so this was fun to think about it in depth, but it also meant I had to take a bit of time to corral all my thoughts lol

Okay okay, so let's start with location as usual! This village is SO clearly built with a flying race in mind and it's so brilliant holy heck.

For starters, there's three points of natural barrier with the massive canyons that border Hyrule, the Hebra Mountains, and Cuho Mountain. This is absolutely NOT a problem for the Rito cos they can just fly over them, but they prove a severe obstacle for anyone else trying to get in!

If you can't fly (like most people in Hyrule lol), there's really only one direction you can come from to get into the village

this way :)

And that already takes a tactical advantage away from anyone trying to attack because the Rito will most likely be watching that pay pretty closely since it's the most common way for people to come through! And if it's any good sized army, they can fly on over there and take them out before any one even gets to the village

NOW ON TO THE VILLAGE ITSELF!!

FIRST of all, it's surrounded by Lake Totori on all sides, and again, this doesn't pose an issue for the Rito who can just fly over it. but it makes things MUCH harder for anyone coming on foot because of four things

those bridges

Do you ever see a Rito person walking across those bridges in the game to leave the village? No. Cos the Rito don't need them. Those bridges are PURELY there for the other races of Hyrule to be able to access the village. So if invaders were trying to get in, it would be LITERALLY the easiest thing in the world for the Rito to send a few soldiers down to shoot a few bomb arrows and destroy the bridges to cut them off. And just like that, the Rito would have every single advantage in a battle becuase, as we see in totk, if the bridges to Rito Village are down, everyone else is kinda stranded on the other side of the lake.

NOT TO MENTION!! If the Rito allowed most of the enemy forces to stop on one of the islands between the bridges before destroying them!! Cos then they'd be stuck there with very minimal room to operate and fully at the mercy of the Rito who can just keep flying around and air striking them. *chef's kiss* brilliant

And that's not even touching on the fact that the village is basically impossible to besiege???? A siege only works if you can completely cut a fortress or village off from supplies, but???? Like????? The Rito can fly???? And even if an enemy army considered posting archers or canons, we know that the Rito can fly pretty much as high as they need to, so honestly they could just fly higher than any projectiles and go get supplies from wherever.

I DO have just one beef with the village though.

See all those cutie little houses? So adorable and they fit the aesthetic so well :) BUT THEY'RE MADE OF WOOD!

NOT fabulous cosif an enemy did manage to overpower the village or get over there somehow, they could shoot a few fire arrows or something and burn the entire place to the ground. Yes, the Rito live at the centre of a lake, but in a fully fledged battle, it would be extremely dangerous to dive down and get water to douse the flames cos any enemy force with a brain would use that as an opportunity to shoot down the Rito mid-air. And I can't image the Rito are very good swimmers, so if they go down in the water, they're not getting back out, I fear :(

But all of that is considering any enemy is ACTUALLY able to get over to Rito Village and close enough to fire on it. Which is unlikely XD

The only other thing I would be more worried for is the fact that, in 'Creating A Champion', we read that the Rito have very bad night vision. Obviously we don't know how well known that knowledge is, so it's a good possibility no one else but the Rito are actually aware of that fact, but if an enemy DID know this, they could use that to their advantage and attack at night when the Rito are at a disadvantage.

Overall though, I think the village is extremely well protected. I actually think Rito Village is AMAZING in it's fortification and probably the best out of all the major villages in Hyrule because of how well adapted it is to the people who live there. The Riot would almost always have the upper hand in a battle and is just fabulous 🤌🤌🤌

I'm going to do Gerudo Town now as well, but I wanted to do it in a separate post to make things a bit less confusing XD

[prettygores]

Laundry, dirty dishes, diaper changes and wrangling a tasmanian devil disguised as a two year old -- this was not the life Volchok imagined or envisioned for himself after leaving Riverwood. He felt like Mr. Mom while Isadora was off making a name for herself on TV. Sure, he was proud of her and he loved both her and Sebastian to the ends of the earth but, he felt like he could be doing more. Even though, he was COO of Tyler's new startup security company, he still felt inferior somehow. They were partners for the most part but, Tyler was no doubt the brains behind the operation. Volchok was more so, just there for the support and he did whatever jobs were necessary.

"Did you just call my kid a little shit?" Try as one might, Volchok can't smother the smile or the laugh that threatens to surface after he enters his living room. It's no surprise that, it looks like a tornado had hit it. That tornado being a 34 inched midget named Sebastian. He had toys, crayons, and blocks strewn everywhere. And now thanks to a minor tantrum, there was grape juice splattered across the hardwood floors, Tyler's pants and Isadora's pristine, white couch. Great. She was going to kill him for that. Because even if Volchok wasn't the one who spilled it, he should've been quote unquote, watching Sebastian more closely. Granted, it's a lot harder than she makes it sound. That would only be possible if he had eyes in the back of his head and could see through walls or predict the future. "Seriously dude, chill the fuck out. Before your mom kills me---" Everly looks up, smiles at her Unkoo Vohchuck and goes "Fut! Fut!" as if she's trying to repeat him. "Sorry." Sometimes, he forgets their babies aren't exactly babies anymore and their minds are more impressionable. As is their vocabulary.

"Tell your wife to back off before I fight her." He's joking. But, even if he's not.... he doesn't meant it in the way others might assume he does. Volchok and Brooke like to settle their arguments over an intense battle of thumb wrestling. Brooke wins an estimated 90% of the time because she cheats. "Funny you guys should mention that though because...." It doesn't take Volchok very long at all to join Tyler on the couch. He plops down beside his best friend and pulls a red velvet box out of his pocket. "This is what I wanted to talk to you about. I'm planning on asking Isadora to marry me this Saturday." The same Saturday, he told Brooke they couldn't babysit because they had plans. And this was it. "I wanted your advice on how to go about it. She's always raving about all the sweet things you do for Brooke and wonders why I don't do the same for her. Help a guy out, will you? I've been stressed enough as it is trying to keep this damn thing hidden from her. Do you know how insanely impossible it is to hide something from someone whose main job is to snoop? She almost found it the other day and if it weren't for Sebastian breaking a lamp, my proposal would've been ruined." Guess the little shit comes in handy when it matters. "By the way, don't tell your wife it's happening. Or if you do, keep her away from my girlfriend until after Saturday. I don't need goldielocks spilling the beans before I'm ready." That said.... "Also, I have not met these charming, young neighbors you speak of. But, I have heard the faint sounds of shitty house music from afar. I just thought it was coming from outside. Good luck telling Brooke you spoke to them half naked, though. She's gonna murder you when you tell her. If she does, can I have your car?" Not that he'd have much use for it in the city. It was better to walk or take the subway to the places you wanted to go. New York City traffic was horrendous seven days a week, and three hundred and sixty five days a year. "Did you just say one of them was holding a vibrator in her hand while talking to you?" The image alone makes Volchok shake with laughter. Oh, he could see Brooke's face now in his mind's eye and wishes he could be a fly on that wall when Tyler breaks the news. "Dude, come on. You gotta admit, that's hilarious."

Tyler wasn't asking her to turn in at eight. He just wanted her to shut the fuck up after he puts Everly to bed. Was having a party every single night really necessary? Sure, she looks to be around college age but, if that's the case, she should join a sorority house and party there. Not in an apartment building where there are children. If the blonde wasn't planning on listening to his suggestion, he'll take it up with the office. Mrs. Spellman loves Tyler and Everly. If he has to use his baby's adorable eyes to get them kicked out, he will. "Okay, well..." Tyler was about to argue some more before Claudia appeared in the doorway. This one was at least covered up. He couldn't see the outlining shapes of her everything -- in the same way he could with Gina. Brooke would murder him for even looking but he wasn't trying to. He doesn't find either of them attractive. His only concern was getting them to hush themselves at a decent hour. But something tells him the blonde plans to amp things up to a ten. In some ways, her mischievous demeanor reminds him of his ex, Nina. Which, isn't a compliment. Tyler wanted to correct Gina by saying, 'I didn't come here to welcome you guys to the building' but, he doesn't want to give them any more reasons to be bitches.

Tyler doesn't even attempt to hide the laughter that finds his lips after Everly shouts at the girl before cradling his neck. In response to her clinging, he rubs her back. "She's a little cranky because you guys keep her up all night." Hopefully the guilt-tripping would work in his favor. Even if that's not the actual reason for Everly's attitude. She's just sassy and possessive like her gorgeous mama. "Not that I don't appreciate the offer but, we don't use babysitters. My wife and I spend all our time with her." Tyler doesn't want to give them Everly's name. This wasn't supposed to be a friendly chitchat but, a warning. Which, would have gone way better if a guy had answered the door instead. "Just keep it down." His jaw flexes as his words take on a bitter edge. Whether she closes the door at the moment or not, he doesn't know. He steps away and carries his princess a few doors down to Volchok's room. At this point, he feels like a door-to-door salesman.

Tyler knocks but, checks the doorknob and realizes it's unlocked. How many times has he warned them about this? The thought causes him to roll his eyes. What part about... three missing people don't they understand? The police didn't want to create a city-wide panic but they suspect the cases were related. Shouldn't Isadora be the one telling Volchok this? "Yo asshole," Tyler says as he walks into the apartment, uninvited. After he realizes he shouldn't be cursing around Everly, he holds her ear and laughs. "I'm sorry, honey, don't repeat that." Before he could get any further into the room, Volchok's menacing son throws a sippy-cup at his leg. Grape juice splashes over his pants, and he groans while Sebastian laughs. "You little shit!" Tyler mutters and Everly joins in, "shit, shit.." Oh, Brooke was going to kill him. Glancing up, Tyler notices Volchok as he enters the room. Did he hear him curse at his son? Even if he had, who cares. Maybe he should teach the little shit some manners. It doesn't help that Everly pushes on his arms, wanting to get down so she could play with her best friend. Tyler doesn't want Sebastian's insolence rubbing off on his sweet girl. Alas, he lets her down but not before giving her a small kiss on the mouth. "Be good, sweet girl." Tyler then turns his attention to Volchok. "I saw Isadora on the news. Brooke says you better wife her up before she does." He takes a seat on the couch in front of the television. There were cartoons on, not that Sebastian was paying attention to them. "Have you met our neighbors yet? The one's who've been throwing parties every night this week? I just had an interesting talk with them." The word interesting couldn't even begin to sum it up. A more fitting word would have been hellish. "I don't know if you can hear them down the hall, but they're loud as fuck. Brooke wanted me to scare them but after I knocked on the door, two girls answered. One was wearing almost nothing with a vibrator in her hand. The other was in a robe. I already know how Brooke is going to respond to the news. And before you say, don't tell her. That's not an option."

[talesofesther]

Just pretend

Kate Bishop x Reader

Summary: Kate shares a kiss with you to escape a situation, yet she catches herself wishing that the kiss meant more.

A/N: Oh yeah, there's a huge cliche ahead so read at your own risk XD. But it was a cute idea that I had and given the fact that Kate in that suit simply broke me, I had to write for her. Also, the reader wears a dress in this one, in case that's something you wanna know.

Masterlist

"I told you it was in that room." Kate smirked towards the girl walking beside her.

"Yeah, yeah. Still, there were far better ways to get it than walking in through the main door looking so conspicuous." Your eyes roamed around the empty hallway you were quickly making your way through.

You had both just returned from the Christmas spent at the Barton family house and were currently attending a rather fancy party in the city, one that reminded you a lot of one organized by Kate's mom.

Mostly attended by powerful people, the chatter and soft music from the event could be heard not very far now. The venue was beautiful, and you could see most of the city from up here.

However, you and Kate were not here to enjoy yourselves. Clint sent you on a mission, well, the closest thing to one anyway. It was simple, just retrieve a file from one of the few Tracksuit Mafia guys there was left, regarding the remains of their operations. And so far everything went smoothly, you managed to get in as guests and grab the file without alerting a single soul. Given that everyone was concentrated downstairs on the party, the office halls were empty.

"Come on, it's not like anyone other than us will be lurking in these hallways. Besides, aren't you excited? It's the first time we're doing this alone." Kate bit her lower lip slightly out of nerves, took a side glance towards you with a fond look in her eyes, and bumped your shoulders.

You couldn't help your little chuckle, Kate was the brightest human being you knew. "I am, but it's for that exact reason that we can't mess up."

"Sometimes I forget you're my age because you talk just like Clint." Kate casually took a hold of your hand, it was shy and light, giving you total freedom to let go. It was one of those things you both knew that meant more, but none of you mentioned.

You didn't miss how timid Kate's hold was. You tightened your fingers around hers and smiled. "Someone needs to be the responsible one in this relationship."

"Oh, so we're in a-" Kate's voice stopped as soon as you both saw the dark silhouette of a man coming towards you.

"Shit." just a tint of fear was now laced through Kate's whisper.

You looked around and cracked your brain trying to think of something, anything that could look like a way out for you. But there was nothing, just the small empty hallway you were in, and the door with the oncoming shadow.

Suddenly, a dangerous idea popped into your mind. Your eyes searched for Kate's until they met, and you tried to look as reassuring as possible.

Kate looked beautiful, really, with her black suit and dark hair. You could lose yourself on her at any given moment.

"I need you to play along, okay?" Your quiet voice echoed through the hallway, and Kate knew her answer would always be yes.

All Kate had time to do was give a quick nod, before she felt the softest of hands on her cheeks and then her world became a blur, because you were kissing her. Gentle, tender, barely there. But a kiss nonetheless.

Kate lost herself in it, her lips took a second to start moving but once they did they fell into a natural pace, moving carefully and slowly against yours. All she could feel was you, your bodies impossibly closer. One of Kate's hands found its way clutching your dark dress, begging you to never leave as goosebumps erupted on her skin.

For a while now, Kate had made her peace with the fact that she was utterly enamored with you. Ever since she met you the day after she met her favorite avenger, her heart seemed to want to jump out of her chest at the sight of you. And when her skin started to prickle whenever you touched, when she just longed to be held within your arms just a second longer, or see your adorable smile, Kate knew she was a goner.

It was her little secret, it felt weird to feel nervous. It felt weird for her, Kate, to feel nervous. Because she was usually pretty confident, but with you, if the butterflies on her stomach were any indicator, it was a completely different story. She had her hopes that you felt something similar, but couldn't be sure yet.

"Hey, what are you two doing here?" The kiss was abruptly cut short by the gruff voice of a man and you pulling away to look at him.

"Oh I'm- I'm sorry, we were just looking for a more private place is all." You, ever the actress, could convince anyone of anything.

Kate's eyes took a second longer to blink open, she felt dazed. Her lips were parted, with very unsteady breaths coming out and what was left of the feeling of your own lips. She didn't think she could speak even if she wanted to, not now. All she could focus on was how close you two were still standing, and the tiny smudge of dark red lipstick below your lips.

"Huh, guests are not allowed up here, please return to the party." The huge man said, his tone slightly annoyed.

"I'm sorry sir." You bowed your head and gave the man your best puppy eyes. You took a hold of Kate's hand again and made a beeline back to the party.

________

The ride back to Kate's renovated apartment was an awkwardly quiet one, no one mentioning the elephant in the room. Both of you got in, and after greeting Lucky, you started to remove the fancy clothes that were already starting to become a bother.

Kate took off her blazer and loosened her tie, she couldn't bring herself to look you in the eye yet, who was just on the other side of her small living room. The only thing that Kate could think about was the quick kiss you shared, it made her stomach flip and her hands sweat. She knew it was just pretend, a means to an end to help you escape. But it still hurt to think that.

"You okay?" Your worried voice brought Kate back to the present, you had let your hair down and were working on removing your light makeup.

Her mouth opened and closed a few times before any words came out. "Yeah, I'm good." Kate's smile didn't reach her eyes, and was that a blush on her cheeks?

You fidgeted with the cotton on your hands before deciding to throw caution out of the window. You took tentative steps towards Kate and raised your hands. "Here, let me.."

With a very unsteady heart, Kate gulped and closed the distance between you, her body seemed to long for the closeness anyway. Her eyes closed in bliss once she felt the same careful hands on her cheeks and you started to remove the little makeup she had on her eyelids.

Standing so close, you could count each of Kate's freckles, her face finally looked somewhat calm ever since you left the party. As good and right as it felt, you wondered how much of a mistake the kiss was. You loved Kate, but the last thing you wanted was to ruin the relationship you already had.

With careful fingers, you removed a strand of hair from Kate's face, and you couldn't help yourself from lightly running your fingers over her jawline. Her soft skin felt warm on your fingertips, you committed every detail of her face to memory.

Kate shuddered under your touch, her lips parted, and as much as she wanted to remain in this dream forever, she opened her eyes. Her hands unconsciously found their way to your waist, doing everything in her power to keep you close.

For endless seconds you stared into each other's eyes, trying to read your sea of emotions. Kate risked a glance down to your lips and gravitated towards you until your noses touched and she startled herself with the reality of it. Sucking in a sharp breath and looking away, Kate put some distance between you again.

"Kate..." Her name came out in a breathless whisper from you. You could feel the way Kate's hands were clutching to your dress, could even feel her pounding heart. You carefully slid your hands into Kate's dark hair, testing the waters.

"Did the..." Kate cleared her throat and tried to focus on the feeling of warmth seeping through her chest for how close you were to each other, instead of the nervous feeling in her gut.

"That kiss... did it mean something?" Her voice was so uncharacteristically shy that it made your heart melt. "Please tell me it wasn't just pretending." Kate's voice became quieter with each word.

Her words left you speechless for a couple of seconds, it was a lot to process, the fact that the kiss hadn't been a mistake at all. Kate wanted it to mean more. Your breathing became shakier the longer you looked into those beautiful eyes of your archer, and by the slight panic on them, your silence had lasted a bit too long.

"I... I was hoping it didn't need to be." Your equally quiet voice made a small and adorable smile grace Kate's features. Her hands held your waist with a stronger grip. She bit her lip trying to contain her excitement, afraid that any sudden movements could break this precious moment.

Taking her time to bask in your proximity and the fact that what you had was real, Kate touched your foreheads, and then your noses, then finally your lips.

Her kiss was soft and full of love, engraving every feeling and sensation into her memory forever. The way your body fit perfectly in her arms, the way your hands caressed through her scalp and tangled in her hair, the way your lips moved together slowly and it felt so right. She wanted to remember it all.

The intimacy of the moment left you almost breathless, all you could feel was Kate. Her warm hands on your back, the soft hair between your fingers, the most gentle of lips on your own.

You two parted when Lucky started barking and jumping on your legs, probably saying 'took you long enough'.

And when Kate started laughing, and pulled you even closer, burying her head on the crook of your neck. You thought that you couldn't agree more.

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Thank you for reading this little story. Feedback and reblogs are very much appreciated. <3

[assembletheimagines]

I was so scared to ask this I’m sorry. Do you think you could do a little something for Steve where he’s on an undercover mission with the reader and one of the people in the neighborhood they’re investigating doesn’t think they’re an actual couple. The same night while the neighbor comes to snoop around the house, Steve notices and uses this as a way to tell the reader how he really feels? I’m sorry if this is trash

It’ll Work Out

a/n: I apologize if I somehow made it seem you can't send in asks or requests or even talk to me! I swear, I really am nice! So, please, no need for apologies! I was super excited to get a message in my inbox and this request was so cute! I hope you like it, babes ♡ (also I haven’t slept so if there are errors- no there isn’t because I will fix them later lmao)

tag list: @nana1000night @elle14-blog1 @potatothots @getwellsoontana @avengetheunnatural @adoreyouusugar @peaceinourtime82 

-

It was a simple mission.

You had been here for a week and honestly didn't realize how natural it would feel to walk up to Steve, a smile gracing your lips as his arm wrapped around you in greeting. His lips pressed into your forehead and you hummed a happy hello to the handsome blonde before shyly meeting the eyes of all the other neighbors who surrounded you.

You and Steve were currently located in the suburbs, undercover as newlyweds who had just moved into their first home together as a married couple.

Or that’s what your file stated you needed to portray.

In reality, you were a telecommunication operative while Steve was a literal superhero.

But right now, you two were tasked with playing house as you gathered intel on a target who lived in the neighborhood. And so far, your lead hadn’t shown his neck far enough for you two to finish the mission. Which, if you were being honest with yourself, you didn’t mind.

It was nice to greet Steve home every night, having dinner made for the both of you as you discussed the mission and any new information gathered.

So yes, for now, you could enjoy it secretly, while it lasted.

“So, how did you two young love birds meet?” Clarice, a mom in her forties who lived on your left asked you both. You two were currently attending the neighborhood summer cook out. Playing your part of a happy married couple as children ran around and the men grilled while the women gossiped.

You could feel Steve’s fingers squeeze your waist softly as the question registered in your brain. You know, for someone who had been there for a week, you two really should have put more details in your cover because the one question had you both stumped.

You didn’t discuss those type of details during the debriefs of the mission, which was stupid, and you couldn’t help but look over at Steve for some guidance.

Steve’s blue eyes met yours and you blushed as Steve brought you closer against his body. You both faced the couples around you and responded online, while Steve said a café at the same time.  

Fuck.

Realizing your mistake, your blush darkened and your neighbors gave you both strange looks.

But luckily, Steve continued to keep a hold on you as he cleared his throat, a small laugh falling from his lips. “We met online and our first date was at a café.” He provided, quickly covering up both of your guy’s mistakes.

Clarice giggled, nodding her head, “no worries, if it was actually Tinder, you guys can tell us.” She laughed but her husband still looked unsure as you awkwardly laughed along.

-

Other than the one hitch, everything else was smooth sailing. The men tugged Steve along to meet the “other husbands” leaving you alone with the wives. It was a long hour and a half of unnecessary gossip before Steve came to your rescue with two plates of food.

You happily followed him to a small corner of a table in someone’s lawn as you finally had a moment alone with him.

“Sorry,” you blurted as he slid over a plate with chips and a burger on it. You were still feeling bad about the mishap but Steve just smiled shaking his head.

“No worries, I was caught off guard too.” He laughed and it instantly made you relax as you took a bite of your food. “Did you get any good gossip?” Steve teased and it was your turn to laugh as you rolled your eyes.

“If you mean that Henry is having an affair with his secretary than do I have a story for you, mister.” You giggled not noticing the way Steve smiled at you.

-

Once the day had turned into night, you and Steve were finally able to say your good-byes and head back to you house for the time being.

It was amazing to slip your shoes off and drop the fake smile as both of you stumbled your way through the living room and to the kitchen. “You really don’t think it’ll cause trouble that we said different things?” You asked Steve, turning in time to see him uncuff his sleeves and roll them up to his elbows.

His eyes went from his arms to you as another charming smile appeared on his face. “Well, if it does, it might be enough to get our target out of the shadows.”

Even though his answer was true, it still brought a frown to your face as you thought about the complications of your cover being blown. If the target decided to flee instead of confronting, it could be a while before anyone gathered more intel of their new hideout and result in even longer paperwork filing for the both of you.

You were so deep in thought you didn’t realize Steve had moved closer to you until you felt his hands on your waist, pulling you from your thoughts. “Hey, it’s fine.” He assured, head tilting down to keep eye contact with you. His hands rubbed your sides, pulling you closer to him as he spoke, “it’ll work out.”

Out of instinct, your fingers curled around the front of his shirt as you took a breath in. Steve’s scent overwhelmed your senses, vanilla, coffee and paint, relaxing your overthinking and making you realize just how close you two were. Your head tilted up to look at Steve, your eyes glancing from his lips to his eyes as you slowly exhaled.

Steve still had a strong hold on your hips, watching as you glanced at his lips again. And he couldn’t help but bite his lip in response, saying your name softly and grabbing your attention once more. His eyes met yours and the moment shifted, his hands moving on their own accord, went to either side of your face as he pulled you into a kiss.

Your body melted into his as you held onto his shirt tighter, kissing him back with all of your unspoken feelings. And you squeaked in surprise as Steve’s hands went behind your thighs, swiftly lifting you and resting you on top of the kitchen counter.

Before Steve could kiss you again, his eyes focused behind your shoulder and his head tilted, “Is that... Clarice?” He asked and you whipped your head around.

Steve was right, Clarice and her husband were sneaking into your backyard through the side-gate. You would have laughed but your eyes caught the silencer connected to the pistol in her husband’s hand. “Steve,” you warned and felt his hands squeeze your thighs.

“On it.”

[kindahoping4forever]

Feedback // Ashton Irwin

I've been sitting on this fic for a minute so thank you to everyone who's patiently waited for me to post it (shoutout to Sly)! This story was really just me getting inspired and clowning after Ashton's "Down To Earth" IG stream back in April. As always, thanks to @cal-puddies for the invaluable guidance as I tried to pare my writing style down into a pwp format (try being the operative word, 3500 words is still the best we could do lmao).

Warnings: Distracted Boyfriend!Ash, oral sex on a male, moderately rough unprotected sex (on the red leather couch) including mild dirty talk, brief choking and a spank or two.

Word Count: 3535

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"Baby! I didn't know you were home!"

You turn around to see Ashton in the doorway of the bedroom, voice as cheerful as the yellow beanie covering his head.

"Didn't hear you come in," he comments, walking over to you.

You slide your arms around your boyfriend’s neck with a sigh. "Rushed up here, phone was about two seconds from shutting off," you explain, greeting him with a tender kiss.

He watches as you kick off your shoes and yank your bra off under your shirt, tossing everything haphazardly in the direction of the closet before flinging yourself on the bed. "Tough day?"

You groan, dragging your hands over your face before extending your arms, encouraging him to join you. “Eh, not great and very long,” you report, giving a satisfied sigh when Ash climbs on the bed and immediately pulls you on top of him, wrapping his arms around you tightly. You do the same and the both of you lay quietly in this prone embrace for several peaceful moments before you break the silence. “How about you, how was your day?”

You feel him shrug under your body. “Can’t complain,” is his simple reply.

“Make anything cool?” You prompt, knowing he’s being low-key because he thinks you need to chill out, not realizing nothing relaxes you more than listening to him talk about his passions.

“Hmm… anything cool...” Ash giggles, hugging you closer. “I dunno, got a good start goin’ on this one track that could be pretty cool, got a nice vibe.”

You raise your head up to look at him and scratch your fingers across his beard, you’re so glad he decided to let it grow again. “Yeah? Tell me more.”

He hums as you continue to rub his face. “Only been at it for a couple hours, ‘s just a track for now, we’ll see what I can do with it,” he breezes, moving your hand from his face to his mouth so he can kiss it.

“Well, whenever you feel like you need a fresh pair of ears, I’d love to hear it,” you enthuse, moving to lay at his side.

He turns to give you a bright grin. “Yeah? A little in-house focus group?” He teases, leaning in for a sweet kiss that starts to get needy the longer it goes on.

You pull off his hat, running your fingers through his long hair as he moves to kiss along your neck. “Don’t know if you know this but I’m a big fan of your work,” you tease back.

He kisses your lips again, biting a bit as he pulls away to quip, “We talking ‘bout my music or something else?”

You giggle, deciding that indulging this frisky mood is exactly how you would like to unwind tonight. You inch closer, pulling him back into a kiss and he responds eagerly, hand coming up to massage at the base of your neck like it always does. For the next few minutes, the only thoughts in your mind revolve around Ashton, how he feels, how he tastes and where you need his mouth or hands on you next.

When you let out a moan at the way his fingers are gripping your skin under your shirt and he doesn’t press himself against you in response, you can tell he’s gotten distracted. You laugh knowingly against his lips, “You’re back to thinking about that song now, aren’t you?”

He looks at you with a sheepish smile. “I was actually still workin’ and came up here just to grab a hoodie when I found you.”

You playfully push him off of you, shaking your head. “Dude, you should’ve told me! You know I’m not one to fuck with The Process,” you admonish, scrunching your nose up at the trail of kisses he pecks over your face as he sits up.

“Nah, my brain needed a break and my girl needed me, it worked out perfectly,” he insists, rubbing your arm affectionately before getting off the bed.

He quickly fishes his desired sweatshirt out of the closet and pulls it on over his t-shirt, mussing his hair even more than you already had. He walks back over, ready to kiss you goodbye when you sit up on your knees to stop him. “I was serious about giving it a listen if ya want,” you say, smoothing his hair down before resting your hands on top of his inside his hoodie pocket. “If you’re not ready that’s fine but just FYI I‘m interested.”

Ash grins at you, squeezing your hands before using them to pull you to your feet. “Aww, you know you’re my fave audience, baby,” he gushes, reaching to grab his hat off the bed. “Let’s go give it a spin.”

“Well. As much as you can ‘spin’ a computer file,” you mutter, trying to annoy him just because it’s fun.

As you head for the door, you hear him snort behind you a split second before he grabs you, sliding his beanie on your head far enough to cover your eyes; you burst into giggles as he playfully bumps into you, passing you in the hallway. “Smart ass,” he grumbles, voice still smiling.

Ash makes it down to the basement first and starts clicking on files and flicking switches, excited to play his work for you. You stop at the foot of the stairs and survey the room with wonder. Multiple guitars - electric, acoustic, bass, 12-string - are strewn across the room, cables run from his computer to the adjacent room where he houses his drums, food delivery containers line the coffee table; he’s clearly been down here since you left this morning.

While he sets up, you make yourself useful, setting the guitars back in their racks, stacking the food trash; when you’re done, you start to drag a chair over to the computer when you notice he’s staring at you like you’ve grown an extra head.

“What are ya mad at me or somethin’?” He scoffs, patting his legs and looking at you expectantly.

You smirk and take a seat in his lap, watching closely as his long fingers fly over the keyboard, hand adeptly working the mouse, making a few final adjustments to the track. You hear a quiet “there we go” under his breath and then he’s settling in, pulling you back against him and rubbing over your thighs as you wait for the song to begin.

It’s a simple demo so far - layered background vocals, drum and bass, some synth, a little guitar line here and there - but he’s right, it’s definitely a vibe. You’re pleased that his reflection is visible in the computer screen, you love seeing him grooving behind you, pursing his lips and nodding his head along to the beat as you feel his fingers tapping along on your waist while he holds you close.

The track is short and before he can even ask your opinion, you tell him to play it again; his face lights up at your request and he proudly complies. When it finishes this time, you shift to look at him and smile. “That’s wild you did that all yourself and in such a short amount of time,” you marvel. “See, I was right, you did do something cool.”

Ashton laughs, kissing the side of your head as he leans forward to reach the keyboard. “You think so? Well, what’s really cool is this…” He starts clicking around again, isolating the different elements and revealing which sounds are electronic and which are live instruments, which section he thinks he’ll write lyrics over tomorrow, where he’s thinking of pasting in more guitar.

You respond when appropriate but mostly you just listen intently, watching fondly as he animatedly details his thought process; this is why you offered to come down here with him, this is the best part about being his “fave audience.” You love his music but more than that, you love how much he loves his music.

He stops mid-explanation of a section to tinker with it, clearly having a brainstorm right in front of you. You curl into his chest, observing quietly as he cycles through effects and begins stacking tracks. He chews his lip, deep in thought as he lets the song play again and you can't help but press a few kisses to his jaw.

Ash continues his work and you continue yours, moving from his jaw to his neck; your kisses eventually become more heated, with you adding tongue and even teeth to the equation. You suck his earlobe into your mouth, wiggling his earring with the tip of your tongue and finally he pulls away, chuckling, "Baby, come on."

You shrug, playing with his hair. "I just love watching you work."

He laughs, "Then goddamn, baby, let me work!" He growls as you nip at his throat and you smile to yourself because you can tell he's already rethinking his request.

"Seems like you shoulda thought about this before you invited a girl down to your basement to listen to some dreamy space pop alien makeout jam," you tease, relishing the feeling of his laughter vibrating his throat under your tongue.

"Can I get you to leave that review when this goes up on iTunes?" He cracks, finally turning his attention to you.

"I might be persuaded," you flirt, humming with victory as he pulls you into a hungry kiss.

Ashton wastes no time returning the affection you showed him, lips devouring yours, hands quickly making their way under your shirt to lazily massage your tits. You’re mid-moan, his fingers just about to make it inside your waistband when suddenly he’s pulling away.

It takes you a beat to realize what’s happened, your body confused by the sudden absence of his touch. You open your eyes to see him busy at the computer again and it’s so absurd to you, you have to laugh.

“Two minutes,” he says half-apologetically, half-distracted, squeezing your thigh but not taking his eyes off the screen.

You smirk to yourself, immediately aware of what your next move is. “Take as long as you need, baby. When genius strikes, you gotta go for it,” you state ominously, not that he notices. Nor does he notice you sliding yourself off his lap and onto the floor between his legs.

You run your hands up and down his thick thighs before letting your touch wander to the front of his jeans, palming over his crotch, happy to find that at least part of him was interested in your makeout session. You can’t decide if you’re more amused or annoyed by his focus but it’s not until your hand is on his cock, freeing him from his pants that he tears himself away from his project.

“Excuse me, ma’am, can I help you with something?”

You lock eyes with him as you stick your tongue out and dramatically lick your hand, coating your palm with saliva before giving his cock a tight squeeze and beginning to stroke him steadily. “I also had a genius idea I was just following through on,” you shrug. “Might take a little longer than two minutes, though, I’m a bit out of practice… my boyfriend’s been pretty busy.”

Ash giggles wildly, both at your joke and your audacity. “You’re crazy, I’m literally about to be done with… fuck…” His retort is interrupted by you, eyes still trained on his, licking long stripes up the sides of his cock, sucking gently at the head before licking your way back down.

“Go ahead and finish your work, baby, I’ll just keep busy until you’re done,” you insist, mischief in your eyes as you look up one last time before taking him into your mouth.

You hear a sharp inhale, a softly chuckled “fuckin’ ridiculous” and then finally, mouse clicks as he attempts to get back to it. You do your best to distract him, bobbing up and down enthusiastically, sucking loudly, humming around him, making sure he knows how much you’re enjoying your task.

It only takes a minute or so for him to get sidetracked by your efforts. “This is a shitty home demo I’ve spent all of 90 minutes on, there’s no way it’s so good you just had to have my cock right here and now,” he insists, struggling to keep his voice steady, not wanting you to hear how affected he is.

You pop off, gingerly playing with his balls as you zing back, “I dunno babe, you guys had plenty of shitty songs on your first album and from what I’ve heard, you did more than alright in the pussy department.”

Ashton’s laughter quickly turns to a strained moan as you slide back down on him, letting him hit the back of your throat. “My bad, didn’t realize I’d shacked up with a groupie,” he jokes. You silently congratulate yourself as you notice him flexing his hand into a fist, knowing he’s trying to keep himself from pressing down on your head.

You pull off him again, making sure to let the spit cascade from your mouth as you smugly reply, “Like I said before: big fan.” Before he can even think about responding, your mouth is back on him.

You’re not surprised he attempts to resume working again; you’re both stubborn, it’s a wonder anything ever gets resolved in your relationship. You can tell he’s trying his best to stay on task but the whispered curses under his breath give him away. As a last resort, he turns the volume on his speaker up a few more notches, hoping the track will drown out the exaggerated choking sounds you’re intent on making.

A few moments later, he reaches down and yanks his beanie off your head. “Fuckin’ bright yellow bouncing over my crotch is hard to ignore,” he grumbles. “All I see is my hat, looks like I’m suckin’ my own dick for all I know.”

You can’t resist continuing to rib him. “How is that not your greatest fantasy? Your favorite person giving you your favorite pleasure?”

He snorts, shaking his head. “I’m sorry, did you want to blow me or roast me?”

You give him your brightest smile and reply, “Unlike you, I’m pretty good at multi-tasking.”

A brief cackle and a clipped “alright” are all you hear before you’re being hoisted up off the ground, thrown over Ash’s shoulder and carried over to the couch across the room. You squeal with surprise and delight as he unceremoniously dumps you on it, briskly strips you both of your clothes and promptly bends you over the red leather.

He nudges your knees further apart, pressing you against the back of the couch. “Of course you’re this fuckin’ wet already,” he teases, breath hot on your neck as he runs himself through your folds. “You think that’s from my cock down your throat or from you winding me up so much?”

Whatever clever comeback you’d thought up dies on the tip of your tongue because suddenly he’s sliding his cock inside you and now that’s all you can care about. You whine as he quickly establishes a vigorous pace, one hand bracing himself against the couch, the other reaching around you, down your torso to reach your clit. “How’s this for multi-tasking?”

A few breathless cries of his name are the best you can manage as he relentlessly plays with you, somehow in perfect rhythm with his rough thrusts, sending your whole body into sensory overload.

“Or how ‘bout this?” He growls, moving his hand from between your legs to your throat, fingers offering just the slightest amount of pressure, knowing it’ll drive you crazy wondering if and when he’ll add more. “Don’t got any more funny jokes for me, baby?”

You moan at his taunting, placing a hand on top of his on your neck, trying to get him to squeeze harder; he refuses and his denial makes you moan even louder. "Jesus, Ash," you pant, pushing back against him to egg him on. “Feels so fucking good.”

You're so caught up that you don't even notice his song is still playing over the speakers until a few moments later when Ashton suddenly pulls out of you, muttering to himself as he grabs the remote from the coffee table and shuts the music off.

Confused, you look back and see him amusedly shaking his head. "Yes, I was still producing that in my head, don’t start," he giggles.

You fall back on the couch, laughing in disbelief. “We’ve gotta get you some hobbies, buddy, that’s insane.��

He snickers, laying you on your back and settling on the couch behind you, pulling your leg over his hip. “I don’t think fucking you counts as a hobby,” he jokes, gripping his cock and slipping it back inside you.

“Not with that attitude,” you quip, a little more breathlessly than you meant to but with how slowly Ash is rocking into you, you can’t help it.

You tilt towards him, angling yourself to pull his mouth down to yours; you’re feeling overwhelmed and you need him close. His tongue traces over your lips, his kiss the familiar reassurance you need in this moment. “Ash…” You whimper quietly, closing your eyes and savoring the feel of his beard grazing your skin.

“I know, baby, me too,” he soothes, cradling you tighter against him. His hips begin to pick up speed and his hand moves to knead your breasts and tug at your nipples before travelling further down.

Ashton rubs slow, tight circles on your clit, stopping to give your thigh a light smack when you start raising your hips a little too eagerly, bucking up in an attempt to get him to move at a speed more to your liking. You moan first at the realization that he’s going to keep teasing you like this and then again, louder, at the sharp slap of his palm that once again comes down on your skin.

“You’ve got a nice tone tonight, baby, I should get you to lay down some vocals for this track,” he jokes, choking back a moan of his own when your surprised laughter causes you to clench around his length.

You chuckle smugly at him, “Not so funny all of a sudden, huh?”

You feel yourself getting closer so you start rolling your hips along with his, murmuring at the feeling of him deep inside you; you grind against his hand playing between your legs and as he finally amps up the pace, your release becomes closer and closer to reality. Your breathing syncs with his in a needy, staccato rhythm that wouldn’t have sounded out of place in his song.

“Is this what you wanted?” He huffs out. Typically when he asks you that while he’s buried in you, there’s a tone of arrogance or punishment behind it but right now as he holds you, your sounds continuing to meld together, it couldn’t feel farther from that.

“Yes, Ash, god yes…” you breathe, reaching to hold onto him as your orgasm overtakes you.

Ashton keeps driving his cock inside you, whining slightly at the feeling of you pulsing around him. You cry out, not realizing how loud or long your moans are until you hear his voice in your ear, gently lulling you back down.

He’s still moving inside you, hips beginning to stutter and when you hear his breath catch, you know he’s there. You tuck yourself into him, cooing, “Come on, Ash... fill me up, babe.” Three strokes later and he’s pumping his cum inside you, gasping your name. He slows his movements, heavy breath underscored by a contented hum as you caress his bearded cheek.

He leans in and kisses you passionately, completely enveloping you, possibly your favorite feeling in the world. He exhales loudly and keeps holding you, kissing over your face tenderly.

You giggle as he indulges for a moment before reluctantly pulling away, reaching for the takeout napkins on the coffee table; he attentively cleans you up and quickly settles back onto the couch, pulling you on top of him.

You lay together, blissed out, while you play with the necklace hanging down on his chest and he strokes over your hair.

“Hey, sorry I gave you such a hard time,” you smile. “Didn’t realize how much I wanted your attention until I didn’t have it anymore.”

He looks at you, amused. “Honestly didn’t notice you acting any differently.”

You jab his side. “Also sorry I talked shit about your first album, I do actually like it quite a bit.”

Ash cackles, tracing designs on your back. “Oh good, I was worried that was going to be what finally drives us apart,” he cracks.

You snicker, nuzzling your head into his chest. You enjoy a few quiet moments together before he begins softly humming an unfamiliar melody and you smile, knowing his creative wheels are turning again.

You lift your head up again to offer one last apology. “I’m sorry I once again disrupted The Process.”

Ashton laughs mischievously, running his hands down your body. “I mean… overall I’d say this was some pretty valuable feedback.”

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[dissocialed]

"You're so in your head! You must have such a big imagination!"

Not really.

Imagine the brain is a like a little apartment space where you can look out and see the very real, dirty and grey, dull city blocks. It's not a fantasy land. I'm just not out there. I am, however, looking and seeing everything with the accuracy and objectivity that it occurs in real time. I just don't feel a need to do anything about it or react to it as though I'm personally involved. It's happening on the street outside my house.

My head is where I stay. Someone is not detached of the world by living in his own house. If my mind is like an apartment, then my emotions are like the plumbing in that place. So when people say I'm "detached of my emotions" it's almost strange to comprehend what exactly they mean.

Is someone "detached" of their toilet because they don't have their plumbing out in the open? I don't know. It's just a thing. I know it's there. I use my facilities fine. I /don't/ let said facilities control my life, or ask the toilet for its wisdom, in the way that people often "follow their emotions" or cannot stop a clog or water spewing out with a plunge or other tool if needed. I am equipped to handle it. Most would rather their toilet just make a mess all over their floor and say "they can't control it"— and that may be true. But for me, that is not the reality.

I have emotions. They just don't operate quite like yours. I don't get detached the same as your meaning of it, which is more like a repression or being an asshole by ignoring morals. I just don't feel much in the first place. My emotions and what I think are on separate tracks. So whatever goes on in the house does not necessarily affect the plumbing and vice versa. I can leave my bathroom, walk away from my toilet at anytime and come back. I can act whichever way I want regardless of the situation with the plumbing.

I suspect this is a difficult one to grasp as it seems less like most people are inside their own metaphorical house, but rather are the house itself. If their plumbing ever acts up it somehow affects the lights and begins to make shit go haywire elsewhere in their home; but not for me.

Certainly our 'detachment' as it's called could cause us to come off a little callous, but it doesn't actually mean, subjectively, internally, we're experiencing a detachment or rather, severance from our emotions. The plumbing is still very much intact. But you're inclined to perceive it as though while we may have pipes they lead nowhere. That the toilet in the bathroom is a sham for decoration. That nothing is actually being felt.

It's real. I just have control of it. And I refuse to let trivial things screw with my plumbing.

Just because my toilet is in a room by itself (the bathroom) and the plumbing is under the floor doesn't mean I've "repressed" my toilet either.

Like, it's right there. I have access to it. Look. I can walk right in and take a shit anytime. I often do. If the bathroom door was locked or the pipes falling into disrepair because I'm negligent to maintain them when I need to, then maybe.

All these rooms in my house. And you guys are obsessed with my toilet.

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Going Dark - Part 2

John "Soap" MacTavish

London, United Kingdom

Soap never knew that the bloody guy would pull that trick off his sleeve. He's been sick of the same ringing he first experienced when they went out with Francine.

So he did what he could and quickly got up to his feet as soon as he saw Alex attempt to halt the hostage on his tracks. That bastard's going to pay for stomping on Alex like that.

With comms down once again, he had to act fast, stomping down the stairs, never leaving sight of the runner. He could sense someone following him and assumed it's any of Roach, Price or Jack. And it looked like Ghost caught wind of what happened too.

"Oi! Let's flank him!" Soap roared across the empty streets as Ghost and Roach split ways and ran toward their target.

They're not kidding when they said the Shadow Company is at par with the 141, the guy ran like a horse which Soap never expected from his build. He could see Ghost and Roach sprinting from his sides, one wrong turn and he's done for, but he still had one last trick. 

He raced to the emergency stairs as his heavy feet clanged against the metal. Soap followed, optimizing the steps on edges to gain on him. Going up the rooftops was his biggest mistake.

"Bollocks, he's still running!" he announced as he felt his ears crackling. 

"Well…. st….by…. do….airs.." His earpiece crackled through the static. It's recovering but they're already far off MacMillan's truck where their line connected.

He leaped. Soap almost stopped in his tracks as the runner courageously leapt across the huge gap and rolled on to the next building. He braced himself and continued dashing across the roof and did a mighty leap, his arms circled like he was swimming and he carefully placed his feet to perform a proper land and rolled.

That's going to hurt as soon as the adrenaline fades, but he quickly got up and made use of his remaining burst of energy. 

The runner stopped in his tracks as soon as Roach emerged from the opposite fire escape, raising a pistol pointed straight at him as he raised his hand in surrender.

"Nowhere to run now." Roach said, cautiously walking near him. He's aware that his phone is still inside his pocket and that they had no idea when it'll go off again.

He didn't talk, but he looked panicked. He was sweating all over and his face was beyond recognizable. It looked like he's out of options.

"Tell us Where Shepherd is…" Gary pointed the loaded gun on his head, the desperation in Gary's eyes were obvious.

"There's an abandoned plane graveyard near Afghanistan…" he whimpered. His voice was shaky enough to warrant the truth.

"What's he doing there?" Soap added.

"He's trading the blueprints for the I.P. Address… Please that's all I know" he begged and they quickly left the place, walking back to MacMillan's car.

"You got something?" Ghost asked as soon as Roach's feet landed on the dark alley.

"A place. In Afghanistan." Roach answered.

"And he also had the I.P. Address.." Soap added.

"But that's impossible… didn't Samantha already forget about it?" Ghost asked but there was a quiet pause. Their brains almost looked like working together.

"Holy Crap." Roach finally broke the silence.

And from that moment they realized the other reason behind Samantha's memory returning. One way or another, her memories were once again toyed with.

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"So how was it?" Price asked the team that ran off to chase the runner.

"We got an address. An abandoned plane yard in Afghanistan." Roach replied. Soap turned to Alex as he sat at the back of the jeep tending to his wound. 

"You okay mate?" he asked walking close to his ally, who was wincing in pain.

"The guy's boots are heavy." He chuckled and so did Soap.

"Listen, Alex. We heard that Shepherd has the I P. address, did Samantha tell you anything about remembering it?" Soap asked as the whole team fell silent and turned to the two.

"Not really. What's bothered me is that she remembers everything except after when Shepherd explained his plans to her… Could it be that…" Alex trailed.

"She remembered because they undid their operation on her…" Jack continued. The whole group stood in silence. 

Price's phone rang and delivered them with more bad news. It looked like while chasing the runner, Shepherd had caught wind of their activity and had some of London police scour the nearby streets for them.

"Da, It's time to go, my comrades." Nikolai announced as soon as Price relayed the message. Their ride home was compromised.

"Where to?" He asked.

"I know a place." Soap said.

TRAIN STATION

It looked like Soap's hunch was right. None of the people onboard to Scotland mind about the faces of the fugitives flashed on the news recently. 

Their day packs had reserved clothes and they opted to change to something more civilian. Soap could smell the fabric conditioner France used to wash his newly bought clothes and couldn't help but miss her. If they weren't on a rush, Soap could've topped up for international calls.

"How long is this trip? 7 hours?" Price asked a civilian with surprised expressions.

"Wow. It's like a plane ride, but I'm still in the same country!" Jack cackled at the idea. He does have a different sense of humor. Just as Alex described him.

The rest of the team took this time to rest, they sat on the emptiest part of the train, away from the people that might recognize them and report their presence.

"I've contacted Samantha. It looks like they're having a small problem over there." Alex said.

"Someone saw one of us fugitives and tried to get inside the house to claim his bounty. At first they just talked him off but he's persistent now. So they decided to fly to our location and regroup there. And Soap, where exactly are we going?" Alex asked. Soap took a careful look around his team and felt nervous about his decision.

"Our old house. In Scotland. It's far off civilization. I think no one would look for us there." he muttered, gaining a nod from Price and Jack. Soap sighed in relief as soon as they thought of it as a good idea. Roach actually felt excited despite having to go there by train for seven hours. He immediately made that decision a few minutes ago without anyone's approval, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

"Hey, you three… Thanks for chasing that runner while we were out. Go catch some sleep. We'll watch over this train. It's going to be a long trip." Price nudged and Jack nodded. Soap gave a pair of earbuds to Price, the old man immediately looked at him with question.

"What's this? A hearing aid?" Price asked.

"Our runner wore that so it might be the reason he wasn't affected by his own blast." He muttered before crossing his arms.

"Thanks, mate. I'll let someone have a look at this." Price nodded and Jack immediately inserted with a suggestion.

"I know someone near Glasgow. A close friend of mine." 

"That's great. He's closer." Price agreed and Soap slowly drifted himself asleep, trying to rest his tired legs all while also trying not to worry about Francine.

GLASGOW, SCOTLAND

The never shifting scenery of the road home sent John MacTavish into a little nostalgia trip. The sound of trains screeching across the station reminded him of so many things from the past.  The road they're walking along now was the same road he's walked on everyday of his life, and now after a lot of years, he can't believe he's back.

"I don't see anything nearby,  are you sure we're not lost Soap?" Roach asked.

"We aren't. The house is just obstructed by the trees. They've grown taller since I last left." he replied enthusiastically. He looked obviously excited to see his home.

As soon as they reached the short curve, a huge cream-painted house greeted them from the distance. He could hear Alex and Roach's collective oohs and aahs every step they took closer.

"When you said old, I was really expecting it to be abandoned." Roach mused.

"It is, actually. My parents are off… somewhere else." he replied leading the way inside the house. The pool was already dirty and most weeds already outgrew the fences.

Soap pushed the huge wooden double door open and was greeted by the same visage of their entrance way back when he was a kid. Same pictures hung on the walls of his adventures as a kid up to the recent photo of his graduation. His mom was always proud of him no matter what, but he couldn't forget the way she looked at him once he chose to enlist to the riskiest job ever.

The rest of the team helped themselves to discovering the inside of the house, looking at photos, sitting on the couches and grabbing a glass of water. Soap quickly gave them a tour of the house and that they're free to pick a guest room of their choice. It was appropriate that they'd feel comfortable after a tough day.

"Nice place you got here, comrade. Why'd you give this all up for a life that's always hanging on the ledge?" Nikolai asked, tapping his shoulder. 

"I don't even know." he muttered and Nikolai chuckled, making his way to the living room. The team was quick to adapt to the place. Roach and Ghost already chose their rooms and he assumed they already attempted to recover while the three older men gathered around the television and watched the news. Alex was by the telephone, probably contacting Samantha. He wanted to check on France himself, so he planned to go to his room and make a call.

"The New York attack stopped." Price discussed with Nikolai and Jack, the three began speculating about a lot of things. Soap would love to join in the conversation but he decided to update on Francine first.

His room looked the same as when he left, the same shade of blue wallpaper, the same color sheets that were changed weekly and the same things on top of his bedside drawer.

Dialing her number, which he subconsciously memorized, he immediately placed the receiver on his ear and anxiously waited for her to pick up the phone.

"Hello?" her voice sounded different over the phone, but it still sent shivers across his spine as soon as he heard it.

"Hey. It's me." he replied.

"Angelo?" she asked, her voice almost sounded like she's fighting herself not to laugh.

"It's John." 

"I know, silly. Who would mistake you for anyone else with that accent." she retorted.

"Do ya like it?" he teased, making sure he emphasized his Scottish accent well.

"Why'd you call?" She changed the topic. She wasn't budging on his teasing, but he knew she's already blushing on the other side of the line.

"Did Price give you the landing coordinates?" he asked.

"Yeah. Maxine looked it up on the map. It looks like a shady house in the middle of nowhere. Who are you?" she joked.

"Great. I'll see you here. I-" he hesitated. He wanted to tell her how much he misses her. But even with his oozing confidence, he felt like chickening out this time.

"Yeah. We're on our way. Take care out there John." She said and dropped the call. Soap sighed and plopped himself on his bed, deeply sighing at his actions. This girl was making him crazy… and the funny thing is he's all fine with it.

Next Chapter : Going Dark - Part 3

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The first leg of the tour in the USA and Canada was complete and the next stop was Europe. Y/N had avoided Colson as much as possible and they had one or two brief run-ins but there were always people around. She had stayed at the penthouse with the others until they left for London.

So many times he had tried to call her, to talk to her, to try and get her attention but he always got cold feet. He had tried to get Jax to go and speak to her on his behalf, threatened him even but Jax wouldn't budge.

"She's a good girl and you're not worthy of her yet.. Leave her be." Jax said, causing him to become more frustrated.

"I always get what I want and I want Y/N. I'm going to get her with or without your help." He vowed.

"Why do you want her Colson? So you can hurt her? To ruin her? Just to stroke your ego?" Jax challenged. "Why would you want to pursue her when you have no good intentions towards her? You know you will go back to your old ways once you get what you want from her and ruin her for the next guy!"

"She's different from all the other girls I've been with.. I don't know okay??! I know I can't be faithful but I just want her!" He pulled his hair in frustration. "It may be for selfish reasons but -"

"Then what Colson?! After you promised to keep your distance you do a 360 and your hormones are taking over as usual." Jax bellowed, as he came face to face with Colson.

Daring him to say the wrong thing. He was ready for anything at this point. He couldn't understand why Colson would want to ruin a sweet, innocent girl like Y/N. Colson would never change for her-for anyone for that matter. It would take a miracle for that to happen.

Colson stared at him with his icy blue eyes and walked towards the window. He couldn't explain it but he wanted Y/N like he never wanted anyone before. Maybe it was in the way she looked at him, her melodic laughter, her natural beauty or her child like innocence. He couldn't quite place his finger on it but all he knew was that he had to have her. He was tired of being with shallow-minded, pea-brained girls that just wanted him for his fame and fortune-for his body. Y/N was just content with cuddling and talking or just sitting in a comfortable silence. He had never been with a woman that just wanted him for just him. They always had some hidden agenda-their career, money, sex-but Y/N had never exploited their relationship for personal gain.

From the first time he laid his eyes on her something inside him shifted. He had offered to drive her home although he knew that Jax was waiting outside. She was a mystery to him and he wanted to spend more time with her to try and unravel it. He had made sure to keep the music low so that they could talk-once again in his life he wanted to just talk to another person with no hidden motives.

"So tell me about yourself Bambi?" He had asked with genuine interest.

"Ummm..there's nothing much to tell." She twisted her fingers on nervously in her lap. She was shy. He decided there and then he would help her to break her out of her shell. He wanted to know everything about her but the ride was so short. There wasn't enough time.

"Then tell me a little?" He urged on.

"I-I..I'm a student at-uh- Cleveland State University..and I-want to major in music." She stumbled over her words and it made her even more appealing to him. Her long lashes brushed her cheeks as she blinked rapidly.

"My Dad-he died..three years ago and I live with my Mom."She said out of breath.

"Sorry..about your Dad. Mine is as good as dead." He frowned deeply. "But-your Mom? She's cool?"

"Yes-she's the best." She still wouldn't look at him and he wanted her to. More than anything he wanted to look into those big brown eyes.

He had pulled up outside her house and as she made a jump out he thought quickly.

"Hey, smile." He said as he put up his phone and snapped a selfie. It took her completely by surprise and she looked like a frightened deer in the photo.

"Let's try again?" She relaxed slightly and the next photo was definitely a Kodak moment.

"Do I make you uncomfortable??" His hand tightened on the steering wheel as he stole a glance at her. She was standing outside the car and boring a hole into the ground with her eyes.

"Yes." She squeaked. .

"Then we're going to have to do something about that Bambi." He chuckled as he stepped on the accelerator and turned up the music. She was going to be a challenge and Colson Baker always loved a challenge.

"Byron." He spoke through the phone. "I've changed my mind..I need you to set up that thing with Y/F/N Y/L/N."

"Sure thing Colson. I'm on it." Byron replied.

"One more thing-as soon as we get to London, make sure Y/N and I live separately from the rest. You think you can manage that?" It was more like an order and not a question.

"Consider it done." Byron said.

"Thanks Byron." He cut the call and smiled to himself. His plan was starting to come together. Byron could convince an Eskimo to by an ice-machine. Y/N wouldn't be able to say no once he worked his magic on her.

Colson went to take a shower with a self-satisfied smirk on his face. He was Colson-fuckin'-Baker after all. No one could say no to him.

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When they arrived in London their luggage was taken care of as usual and they were ushered to the waiting limo. By this time everyone was suffering from a mixture jet-lag, exhaustion, hangover and a dash of homesickness.

"Hey guys! Great to see you again." Byron was waiting to meet them outside. "I see you're all tired and stuff so I've instructed the driver to take you straight to Eaton Place. You will be staying at that penthouse for the next three days-then we leave for Paris. However, Colson will not be joining you this time he will be living at an undisclosed location-for security reasons."

"Any questions? Great. Go home and rest guys tonight will be a busy night." He turned to face Y/J. "Miss Y/L/N, you have to come with me. We have that meeting remember? This way please."

"Oh yeah, sure." Y/N turned to Ashleigh. "I'll see you later."

"Good luck. Call me okay?" They embraced quickly before Y/N went after Byron.

Not wasting a single minute, Byron dove right into it as soon as the car started moving.

"Y/N, you already know what this is about right? We spoke about it before and also last night on the phone." Byron asked.

"Yes but I'm not sure it's a good idea.." She said skeptically.

"I don't want to insult you-but what if I threw in some money to make it worth your while? Name your price."

"What? No! What do you take me for?" She cried out.

"Okay. Okay. Calm down," He raised both his hands. "What about an internship and a guaranteed job at XX Entertainment once you graduate? Sounds good huh?"

"Byron, I don't want to feel like you've bought me..Whatever job or post I get, I want to earn it. Not to get it because.." She felt so dirty right now and insulted. Was Colson behind this? She couldn't help but wonder if he was the one that put Byron up to this.

"Okay let's do this your way." He sighed and massaged his temple. "What't it going to take for you to go along with our plan? If not money then..should I appeal to your humanity?"

"Look..it's fine I will help-"

"Yes!" He threw his fist in the air in triumph.

"But on my own terms." She said firmly.

"Whatever you want Y/N. Name it and it's yours." Byron looked at her earnestly.

"I will only agree to this if you will allow me to call it off anytime." She swallowed hard.

"What? What do you mean?" Byron asked, confused.

"If I feel it's becoming to much for me to handle then I will pull the plug on this..thing-anytime-without notice. Any questions? Great." She opened the door and jumped out without waiting for a response.

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The penthouse One Hyde Park in London was were Colson and Y/N would be co-habitating. Only she wasn't aware of this yet. She thought they were just coming here for a meeting to finalize their "deal", although she didn't want anything out of it. The house was a contemporary and modern property, sitting on over an acre with a large garden, set back, screened and secluded with automatic solid sliding gates. It had a roof terrace and jacuzzi. 5 bedrooms that overlooked the garden, 4 bathrooms, 4 reception rooms. The servants quarters were on the first floor along with a stunning spiral wine cellar. The property had under floor-heating, surround sound and electronic sliding curtains.

"Wow!" Was all Y/N could say as she twirled around the house in awe. Jax showed her to her room and turned to leave.

"Wait...am I going to be staying here? Where's everyone else?" She asked.

"I'm sure Byron will fill you in soon." Jax responded.

"Oh." Her face fell.

"Don't worry about your luggage Miss Y/L/N. I will send someone with it shortly." Jax assured Y/N. "Welcome to Colson's humble abode."

She felt like Belle in Beauty and the Beast at this precise moment. Surrounded by so much luxury and yet she felt so unhappy. She kicked off her shoes and threw herself onto the bed, where she fell into a fitful sleep.

Meanwhile Colson was pacing up and down his bedroom floor, trying to think of how to approach Y/N. He had never had to make a move on a girl, it was always the other way round. He was clueless when it came to girls.

"Byron! Jax! Get in here." He hollered as he leaned over the banister.

They came up to his room promptly and sat on the chaise lounge waiting for him to speak first. He was in a plain white t-shirt and sweat pants but still looked like he stepped out of a magazine. He sat at the edge of the bed and looked on them.

"Byron, any progress with OGB?" They had labeled it Operation Get Bambi.

"She's on board." He pursed his lips into a thin line.

"But..? He raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow.

"She wants it on her own terms..which she will discuss with you. But she's taking a nap now." He bounced his knee.

"Cool. I can handle that." He pushed his hair back and let out a sigh of relief.

He never expected her to agree but then again Byron could be very persuasive. He wondered what Byron had offered her in exchange for her help. She never struck him as a girl that could be bought but maybe he was wrong-maybe everyone had a price. His heart sank the more he thought about it. She was probably just like the rest he thought.

"So why the long face? I thought you would be glad-" Byron stated.

"How much?" He gulped and stared at the floor, not meeting Byron's eyes.

"She doesn't want anything. I offered her-" Byron sat forward and tried to explain.

"What??" He looked up in surprise, his blue eyes startled.

"I could have offered her all the money in the world but she would have still turned me down." He said dryly.

"That's my girl!" Jax grinned widely as he clapped his hands dramatically.

"Shut up Jax." Colson scowled but inwardly he was just about to burst with happiness. So he was right about her after all. He didn't know why but, he felt relieved beyond comprehension.

"Now you can see that I was right about her." Jax shot back.

"Whatever-is everything set for the concert tonight? What time is sound check?" His heart was racing at the thought of seeing her again, that she was under the same roof, sound asleep in the next room.

"Yes but I'm about to head over to Wembley Stadium now to check if everything is in order..so if there's nothing else..?" He stood up and straightened his suit.

"Nah, that will be all." He said with a wave of his hand. "Jax you can stay."

"Still up for the after party?" Byron asked as he stood at the door. They always had one after every concert at a five star hotel, but only the who's who of show business in the city were invited. It was strictly by invitation.

"What else do I have to live for?" Colson rolled his eyes. "But I'll just make a brief appearance for an hour or so, I really need to rest."

"See you in a bit." Byron saluted and left.

"So what's your game plan?" Jax pursed his lips.

"I thought maybe you could help me with that?" For once he looked uncertain. Jax's heart melted.

"If and a big if- if we going to do this then you going to have to change Colson. Otherwise I won't be a part of it." Jax said with seriousness written all over his face.

"Yeah, yeah spare me the lecture Jax." He gave himself a face-palm.

"Don't you roll your eyes at me, I'm being very serious right now." Jax said.

"Jax nothing in life is guaranteed man. People make up to break up and so on. You need to chill out man." Colson replied.

"Look I'm not expecting you to marry Y/N, ride off into the sunset, have adorable twin babies and live happily ever after. But if you don't have good intentions then let's drop it. You can have any girl you want Colson. Young and old, short or tall, they're yours for the taking. Just don't go and ruin an innocent girl just for kicks. That's just plain downright cruel."

"Why do you care so much anyway?? You don't even know her man!" Colson burst out.

"That doesn't make it right. You know what forget it. I'm out." Jax stood up but Colson pulled him back.

"Listen Jax, don't get your knickers in a twist..I hear you man. Now let's discuss this like adults? How do I get my girl?" Colson cocked his head to the side and smiled.

"Thought you would never ask." Jaxs' face broke into a grin as he sat down again.

Y/N's phone was vibrating somewhere on the bed and she finally heard it.

"Hello." She said, half awake.

"Hi sweetie. Sorry did I wake you?" Mrs Y/M/L/N asked.

"Hi Mom," She propped a pillow behind her back, "Don't worry I'm awake now. Is everything okay?"

"Yes. I just miss you that's all." She said wistfully.

"I miss you too Mom." All of a sudden she broke down and started crying. She was overwhelmed by a cocktail of feelings right now and she couldn't keep the tears back any longer. Hearing her mother's voice made her homesick and emotional.

"Hey honey? What's wrong? Are you okay?"

"Ye-yes." She tried to compose herself. "I guess I'm just tired. Haven't slept properly you know.." She sniffled.

"I thought you were having a great time? Did something happen? Is it Colson?" Her mother rained questions Y/N couldn't quite answer herself.

"No-yes I am Mom. It's been great. Colson's been great Mom." She reached out for a Kleenex and wiped her face and nose. There was a soft knock on the door and she asked her mother to hold.

"Come in." Y/N called out and immediately regretted it. Well kind off..

"Hey-is this a bad time? You're crying? Why? Is it me? Did I do this??" He rushed to her side and held her at arms length.

"No-wait.." She held up a finger to her lips. "Mom, can I call you back? Colson is here."

"Put him on the phone. I need to have a word with him." She demanded. Y/N was sure Colson heard that and her fears were confirmed when he held out his hand for the phone. She looked at him hesitantly then handed it over to him with resigned sigh.

"Hi Mrs Y/M/L/N. Colson Baker here." He turned on the Baker charm and there was no female on planet earth that was immune to it, so far anyway.

"Oh hi there-um-Colson." Y/N imagined her Mom fluffing her hair like she usually did. She had already fallen for the trap.

"I just wanted to thank you personally for allowing Y/N to come on this tour. She is such a breath of fresh air. You raised her well." He smiled at Y/N as he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Oh thank you Colson. You don't have to say that." Mrs Y/M/L/N gushed.

"Anyway we got to run now, I promised to take Y/N for lunch and I'm a man of my word." Y/N gasped and he turned his back on her to keep from laughing.

"Really?? You don't have to! Surely you're too busy for that?" She asked.

"Anything for my Bambi." He said sweetly.

"Awww you even have a cute pet name for her?? You know they used to call her that in kindergarten?" She laughed.

"Really?? Why don't you tell me all about it when we visit this weekend?" He turned to face Y/N, her mouth almost hit the ground.

"You're coming over? Y/N didn't say.."

"It was a surprise but now it's out there." He shrugged.

"Okay let me not keep you then. See you then." He rang off.

"Explain Baker." Y/N crossed her arms and pushed her tongue in her cheek.

"Can we eat first sweets? I'm starved." He said with exaggeration. "Can we call a truce? No more mind games. No more ping-pong with feelings and let's learn how to communicate okay?" He held out his hand and she shook it. He would have preferred them to seal it with a kiss but he didn't want to get ahead of himself.

"So we're good?" He asked.

"Yes." She said with a smile.

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Colson was lying on his bed but for the life of him he couldn't fall asleep. It was 3:00 am. He had sang his heart out at the concert, stayed very briefly at the after party and tried to get drunk but failed. Women had tried to entice him but he just wasn't interested. He kept his eyes on his prize all night. He even got jealous when a dark-haired guy approached her and engaged her in conversation. She seemed taken with him-they laughed, they smiled and even flirted. The guy kept her entertained most of the night and he saw them dance a couple of times. Finally, when he couldn't take it anymore he walked over and cut in. After the dance he faked a headache and asked Y/N if they could go home.

"Bambi? Can I come in?" Colson knocked softly on the door and got no response. He had a serious case of insomnia and this was his only remedy. All the alcohol that he had didn't seem to do the trick, even some stronger stuff-he was wide awake.

Colson opened Y/N's door slowly and found her fast asleep on top of the covers, her long legs overlapping each other and her flat stomach exposed. She was in shorts and a sports bra, her smooth, milky skin glistening in the moonlight, her hair fanned all over her pillow and her face looked so serene. He sat on the edge of the bed and lightly traced his fingers across her stomach and then up to her face. If it were possible, he could sit here and just watch her sleep all night but she would freak out when she woke up and found him staring at her.

Common sense told him to leave the room but he found himself jumping on the bed and snuggling behind her. Taking in her scent, nuzzling her neck and just reveling in being close to her. She was completely out because she never once moved. He gave a contented sigh as he put his arms around her and fell asleep almost immediately..

Y/N woke up an hour later feeling thirsty and tried to move but she was firmly secured in a grip. She woke up with a start and turned to see Colson sleeping like a baby. Just watching him sleep made her heart melt into a puddle. Her hand reached out on its own accord, to stroke his hair and his beautiful face.

A smile lit her face as she reached out for the glass of water on the nightstand. Colson Baker was lying in her bed in his bare necessities. He was right here with her and not some floozy or flavor of the night. This was the stuff dreams were made of. Her heart fluttered as she took in the sight before her again as she assumed her position once more. Their bodies fit so perfectly together when they were like this, if only it could apply in every area of their relationship. That's if you could even call it that. But a girl could only hope...

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"Y/N!" Ashleigh barged into the room, "Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry-I didn't know-sorry!" She covered her face and quickly backed out. The said couple were deep in sleep and were oblivious to the intrusion, fortunately for Ashleigh.

"There is such a thing as knocking you know?" Jax stood at the foot of the stairs, with his hands behind his back, as she descended in a hurry.

"I didn't know-" She said, her face beet red.

"You should learn to expect the unexpected when it comes to those two." Jax said with a knowing look. He had learned that the hard way.

"I didn't expect them to be..you know..Gosh I wish I could unsee that!" She covered her face, trying to hide her embarrassment.

She didn't anticipate walking into Y/N's room to find her and Colson half-naked and glued to each others bodies. After all how could Y/N get with him after everything he had done to her? She just couldn't understand it. But then again this was Colson Baker and he was beyond irresistible. I mean who could say no to that hot body? If Ashleigh was in the same position then they definitely were not going to be sleeping.

"May I interest you in breakfast per chance?" Jax asked as he led her to the sitting room, drawing her out of her nasty thoughts. "What brings you here so early anyway?"

"It's way after 9 Jax." She flopped onto the couch. "I need to talk to Y/N..about something.."

"Well, you just have to wait or come back later?" Jax suggested. "When ever they sleep together they have been known to wake up way past noon..and we had a pretty late night coupled with the heavy hangover.." He perched on the armrest.

"What do you mean "when they sleep together?" She looked at him suspiciously.

"I think I've already said too much-breakfast?" He stood hastily and retreated to the kitchen.

"I think I'm going to go then!" She shouted after him and followed him to the kitchen.

"Slow your roll there little lady. I'm sure they will be up and about in no time." He said. "What would you like the chef to prepare for you?"

"An omelette and toast-he can be creative but I don't eat mushroom." She slid onto the stool by the kitchen island.

Y/N began to stir when she heard a murmuring of voices coming from downstairs. She tried to turn but Colson's arms-and legs were tightly wrapped around her. Why would anyone want to ever wake up from this, she thought as she tried to sleep again but Colson had other plans.

"Good morning sweets." He said, his voice still husky.

"Hey." She said nervously as his arms tightened around her waist

"I could get used to this." He buried his face into her hair and groaned.

"What? Waking up in someone else's bed?" She turned onto her back and faced him.

"Your bed you mean?" He smiled and pushed her messy hair back so he could look at her face. Never had he wanted the female specie as much as he wanted her right now. Never had he slept in a bed with a woman and just traded war stories. He knew that if he made a move she would comply but he couldn't. There was more to him agreeing to keep from jumping her bones but she was clueless, and he hoped it stayed that way until he had dealt with the issue. He would take that secret with him to the grave.

"No ping-pong remember?" She was saying to him. Maybe dreams do come true, she thought. Maybe he was really into her? But then again there was no telling with Colson Baker. He was just to complex and she didn't have the energy to try and figure him out.

"Yeah, yeah I get it but-I think we've already crossed that line Bambi.." He looked pointedly at their tangled limbs. Not to mention her undergarments left very little to the imagination. She looked at their entwined bodies and fell silent for a moment. They were in quite a predicament-it was clear as the light of day.

"Well..you decided to invite yourself into my bed Baker. After you promised to keep your distance." She said in defense mode.

"..and you were purring like a contented cat next to me. You never really put up any form of resistance sweets." His blue eyes twinkled like the sea when they were hit with the rays of the sun. The liquid courage had worn off and both of them were now completely aware of their actions. She felt her cheeks redden as she looked at Colson's inviting body . Fortunately, Y/N's phone broke the awkward moment.

"Hey Mom." Nice save Mrs Y/M/L/N.

"Hey sweetie. I'm sorry to disturb you but the press has been camped outside my house for two days now and-"

"What do they want? Why didn't you say something?" She sat up and Colson looked at her with concern.

"I'm sorry sweetie I just didn't want to worry you. Plus they have been blowing up my phone and my practice has been overwhelmed. I know I'm a good therapist but this has just been ridiculous. I have had people make appointments just so they can ask me questions about your relationship with Colson. Even your friends Liv and Lisa are being stalked-it's a nightmare. Urrgh.." She screamed in frustration.

"I'm so sorry Mom. This is all my fault. How can I fix it?" Y/N said with determination.

"No, no honey, don't do anything hasty. I think I'll just take a well needed vacation to Bora Bora or something and I think I have a conference coming soon-" She sighed.

"Should I come with you? I can-"

"No. You stay put. Besides, that will do more harm than good." She murmured.

"So what can I do?" Y/N raked her hair with her fingers. Colson motioned for her to hand over the phone and she gave it to him.

"Mrs Y/M/L/N. I'm sorry to hear about your little inconvenience but not to worry I got it handled." Colson said confidently. Y/N looked at him in disbelief-who did he think he was? Ethan Hunt?

"Oh really?" Mrs Y/M/L/N was equally shocked.

"I'll get my team to come and get you out of there and set you up in a place where you will be secured and- where you can enjoy your privacy once again." He assured her.

"Oh no Colson, you don't have to do that sweetie." She protested.

"I want to. Please let me? It would mean so much to me." The Baker Charm was turned on.

"Okay sure." Mrs Y/M/L/N caved in.

"Great." His face lit up. "One of my assistants will be in touch shortly."

"Am I still going to see you guys on the weekend?" She asked.

"Yes. We will be there sooner actually." Colson confirmed.

"I can't wait." She squealed in delight.

"Okay speak soon." Colson rang off.

"Colson Baker did you just lie to my mother?" Y/N said in bewilderment. There was no way they would go back to Ohio and back again to Paris in time for his show.

"FYI sweets my Paris Show has been cancelled because of the bombing at Ariana Grande's concert. I'm not taking any chances and my security team has advised against it. So..we can fly to Minnesota then straight to Norway after the weekend. Easy." He gestured with his hands.

"You're too sweet. I could kiss you right now." Y/N said without thinking.

"Then what's stopping you sweets?" He leveled his face with hers.

"I- we-can't." She hopped of the bed and grabbed a robe. "So what you got planned for today?" His heart sagged, he expected her to be all over him. Most girls would have jumped at the opportunity-but not Y/N.

"Pack your bags Bambi. We're going to Ohio." He said as he left the room, his shoulders sagged. She really wanted to kiss him but she wanted to tread carefully. Things between them were complicated enough.

Tagged: @kellysimagines

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Coma (Aaron Hotchner)

Y/N falls into a coma after getting hit by a car that ran a red light. The team fears that she might never wake up.

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Y/N and Hotch have been past lovers but they managed to find a common ground to keep a professional relationship at work. But when Haley died, the first person Aaron turned to was Y/N. He spent countless nights over her house and he didn't have to ask her to hold him. That became first instinct.

Their relationship remained platonic and professional, but they both knew that at the very least, they had each other. Two years have passed and Aaron has met Beth. He seems really happy and geninuely moving forward, but he didn't want to tell Y/N because he feels that she would feel betrayed in some way.

Rossi and Hotch talk about it on the way to the conference room. "I've seen Y/N care more about your wellbeing than her own. How is this any different?" Rossi asks.

"What if she distances herself because she feels that I don't need her anymore?" Hotch asks. "Well do you.. need her?" "Of course," "Why?" "I--" "Good morning, Hotch." Y/N greets as she walks up to him and hands him a cup of coffee that she got for him.

"I saw this and thought of you. I tried it before but I have a feeling that you can make one better." Y/N adds as she hands Rossi a pannettone, an Italian pastry. She smiles at them before walking into the conference room.

Rossi and Hotch look at one another and Rossi says, "Now I see what you mean," "She's just so.." "Perfect for you. You two are on the same wave length." "I lost my chance, Rossi." "You don't know that," "Is everything okay guys?" Y/N asks as she peeks her head out of the conference room.

"Yeah, we're coming," ""Just think about it," Rossi says as he pats Hotch's back. Hotch sits next to Y/N and she repeats, "You sure you're okay?" "Yeah, I'm alright." Y/N doesn't believe it for a second, but she knows that he'll tell her in his own time.

This particular case was dangerous because it involved a schitzophrenic Navy Seal with severe PTSD from his time in the field. Y/N had seen the unsub kill a child and she was dead set on getting him. She knew she should have waited for back up but she wanted to catch him before he kills someone else.

"I'm in pursuit of the unsub," I say over coms. "No, Y/N. You stay and wait for back up." "He's getting away, Hotch. I'm not going to let him kill another kid." Y/N looks both ways before crossing the street.

She dashes across the street when minivan runs a red light and crashes right into Y/N. Her body crushes the windshield as she rolls over the top of the car. The impact of her head smacking against the concrete sends her unconscious. The worst part about it was that Hotch and Morgan stopped at the red light across from Y/N. They watched the whole thing and couldn't do anything about it.

They had to wait for the light to turn green before they rushed over to her. "Y/N!" Hotch says with tears threatening his eyes. He kneels down next to her and presses his fingers to her neck. Mor-" "They're already on the way here," "Y/N, can you hear me?" "She isn't moving," Hotch says to Morgan. "She's probably unconscious," "Damn it! I told her to wait. Why didn't she listen!"

"Hey, yelling at her won't wake her up, man." Morgan states. "That car was going at least 60 miles per hour. There's a chance she's--" "Stop, Hotch. They're on their way. Relax," "I can't relax because I love her!" "I'm sorry, I'm.." "At least you finally admitted it." "She'll wake up, Hotch." Morgan adds as he pats his shoulder.

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The doctor comes out to a very distressed team. He sighs as he stuff his hands in his pockets. "No, no, please, not again." Garcia says with tears leaving her eyes. "She made it off the operating table but she's in a coma. There's no telling when or if she'll wake up." The doctor explains.

"Come on, man. Don't dismiss her like that. She's strong and she'll make it through this." Morgan defends. "I really hope so," "'Can we see her?" JJ asks. The doctors nods and motions to the room where she was. The team slowly walks in and Garcia falls into Morgan's chest as she sees how many bruises Y/N had littering her face and body.

"Oh God," JJ says as she claps a hand over her mouth. Emily offers JJ a shoulder to cry on.

The only thing they could hear was the high pitch beep of the intubator making sure she's breathing correctly. As well as the beeps of her heart rate. "I can't, I'm sorry." Garcia says as she leaves the room and Morgan follows her. Emily and JJ left the room soon after. "Can I.. have a minute with her?" Hotch asks Rossi. "Of course," Rossi says before closing the door on the way out.

Hotch sighs as he sits down next to her. "I should have told you about Beth. But for some reason, I thought that I was betraying you so I held off and now you." He trails off as tears prick his eyes. "What am I going to tell Jack ab- he loves you and I have no idea what I'm going to do without you." He rests his face into her stomach and cries into it.

Over the course of two months, Y/N was still in a coma and Jack would always ask to visit her whenever he was sad. There was something about Y/N that just calmed him down. Anyone that went around Y/N would feel calm and collected, that's just the vibe she gave. Hotch would always visit her whenever he needed to clear his head, which happened more times than not.

Hotch was feeling angry the entire day because one of the nurses gave him a pamphlet that talks about letting go and accepting loss. Y/N wasn't dead, she was in a coma. There a chance of her waking up. Hotch thinks to himself.

"Hey, are you okay?" Morgan asks Hotch, pulling him out of his thoughts. "The doctor thinks we should pull the plug," Hotch says, clenching his jaw.

"They have no right to say that. It's been two months, not two years. There's still a chance for her!" Morgan snaps. "I know, but I'm.. what if she doesn't wake up." "Don't you dare give up on her, Hotch." "Believe me, I haven't and it cost me Beth." "Hotch-" "The little free time I have, I spend visiting Y/N. And Jack has been asking about her since the accident. Beth feels like we're shutting her out,"

"Are you?" "Not intentionally. I was just so used to Y/N. I feel like I've taken her for granted and there's no way of her knowing. It's been eating at me for months." "Hey, studies have shown that coma patients can hear people when they're under," "I don't know what I'm going to do, Morgan." Hotch runs a hand over his face and Morgan was about to say something when Hotch's phone rings.

"Hotchner," Hotch answers and his face softens when he hears the nurse saying that Y/N has woken up. Hotch decides to keep that information between him and Morgan. He didn't want the rest of the team distracted like he was. Images of Y/N smiling and the sound of her laugh echoes through his mind. She's awake. She's finally awake.

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Y/N's POV

My throat still stings from the intubator rubbing against my vocal cords. The doctor insisted that I drink a lot of fluids and the nurses helped reintroduce my muscles to the different movements. And now they- my calfs in particular- are screaming at me right now. I look at the TV in the top left corner.

There was some cheesy hallmark movie on but my mind drifts off to hearing Aaron's voice. Hearing him cry. Hearing everyone cry for me was worse than getting ran over by a car. The sound of the doctor's voice pulls me out of my thoughts. "She said she wanted to speak with Agent Hotchner privately," the doctor says.

Seconds later, Aaron appears in the door frame. "Hi," I cringe at both how raspy my voice is and how painful it was to talk. "Hi," he whispers. "How's Beth?" "We separated a few weeks ago," "I'm sorry to h-hear that," I trail off into a cough and reach for my water. He rushes over to my side and hands me the bottle. A rush of seratonin explodes in my brain as the cold water soothes my throat.

"You shouldn't be talking. It's too soon." he says. "But I have so much to say," "Me too, but we have time. The team is really eager to ta-" "I saw a light," I interrupt as I see him advance for the door. He stops in his tracks and I continue, "The light was bright and warm.. and it smelled of vanilla oil and honey. Everything drew me to it and I was so close to it that I could almost taste it."

"What drew you back?" "You did," I watch as Hotch plays his hands on his hips and drop his gaze to the ground. He was trying to hide his tears. "I heard everyone but you and Jack were the most clear." Hotch doesn't say anything but I hear a soft sob leave his lips. "Hotch?" He shakes his head and I slowly move my legs over the edge of the bed.

I inhale sharply as my feet makes contact with the ice cold floor. I take the rack with my IV catheter attached to it and walk over to him in small steps. He finally looks up to see me standing and his eyes widened. "What are you doing?" He takes me into his arms and I softly moan at the warm radiating off of his body. "I'm tired of waiting," I explain.

I wipe the tears from under his eyes and hold his face in my hands. "The fear of losing you makes the blood run cold in my veins. The doctor wanted me to pull the plug and-" I shush him and he whimpers. "I'm here now, Aaron." I rest my face into his collarbone and smell his alluring cologne. "I'm so sorry that I doubted you and took you for granted. I-I love you so much," he cries.

"Marry me," I say as tears escape my eyes. His eyes snap to mine and my breath leaves my lungs. "Like I said. I'm tired of waiting. If I learned anything it's that life is short and I don't want to waste any more time not being w-". He crashes his lips against mine and I finally feel the air restoring in my lungs.

My eyes flutter closed as our lips move against one another. His tongue dips into my mouth and I groan against his lips. His hands slide down to my lower back and I pull him closer by his beck. He pulls away from me but I find myself following his lips.

"Yes, I'll marry you." "You will?" "Of course,". He rests his forehead against mine and I lovingly rub my nose against his. "Did I just hear a proposal?" Rossi says as he walks in. "Proposal?!" Garcia yells. "Finally!" Emily says and everyone filled into the room.

Hotch positions me so his chest and pressing against my back. His arms wraps around my waist and would occasionally kiss my temple. Everyone all tried to talk to me all at once, something that I truly missed. I don't regret running away from the light at all. This is exactly where I'm supposed to be.

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No More Divisions - Chapter Seven: Goodbye

JJ x Original Character

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It was 3:10 pm. John B. and Sarah were late. Under different circumstances I probably wouldn't have cared but knowing the situation we were in, every second counted.

Although we were all very nervous, Pope was the worst of all. He was pacing the dock, talking to himself in hushed tones. He was scaring me a little.

"Pope," Kiara spoke up, cautiously walking towards him.

He stopped and looked to her. "What if they got caught?"

Kiara cupped her hands and brought them to Pope's face. "No. They're fine, just late."

I stood beside Kiara. "She's right Pope, he'll be here any second."

"C'mon dude," JJ smirked, patting his friend on the back. "You know JB, he's always late."

Pope nodded, smiling at all of us. "You're right, he'll be here."

We all hugged Pope, hoping that our reassuring words helped him. To be honest, I didn't even know if I was correct. He could be caught or even worse, dead. The police around here had tunnel vision, like JJ said, and I was scared for John B. and Sarah. The reward mixed in with how determined the police were made a scary pair of odds for John B. and Sarah.

We all separate after a minute of hugging Pope, except for Kiara. She continues to hug Pope and reassure him, even after JJ and I have backed away. I don't say anything even though I know what's going on. I look to JJ to see if he senses the same thing, but I realized he's not looking at Kiara and Pope, he's looking at me. Inch by inch, he's shifted towards my side and now he's so close that his hand touches mine.

Once our fingers graze, my eyes widen and I pull away. He's making me so nervous. To avoid his fingers again, I cross my arms over my chest.

JJ looks away and towards Kiara and Pope, who are still talking. "So, are we gonna talk about it, or are you just gonna ignore me?"

I glance at him, scoffing quietly. "I'm not ignoring you. I'm trying to focus on the task at hand. I have to be responsible."

JJ groans. "How am I even attracted to you? Doesn't matter, I am."

Now I'm suppressing laughter. I turn towards him. His body is not facing me yet and he hasn't looked back at me. "You're attracted to me?"

JJ's eyes widen as I speak, turning towards me quickly. He's looking directly at me. "I'm -"

"Cops!" Pope yells, pointing to something behind us.

JJ and I both jump in surprise and turn around. Every hair on my body is up. I'm on high alert. These cops are probably here because they know we have something to do with John B. and they want to see who is gonna break. It's not gonna be me.

I see the police car park on the grass and turn off the ignition, the car's lights turning off. JJ stands in front of me as Kiara and Pope run closer to us. We're all trying to protect eachother just in case.

Yet, we don't have to protect eachother. Instead of a cop poking his head out of the car, it turns out to be John B. I laugh, surprised. He was definitely the last person I though I'd see driving a cop car.

"JB!" JJ yells, running to his friend as John B. makes his way to us.

"Hey." John B. smiles at us and hugs JJ. He looks completely exhausted. There's deep bags under his eyes I can see from where I'm standing. His clothes are very dirty too; sweat and dirt coating his body. I'm sure he'll be glad to be near the water.

Pope is not far behind and hugs him soon after. Kiara and I wait until he comes to us.

As he's hugging Kiara, JJ speaks up. "Where the hell did you get a cop car?"

John B. turned to JJ and shrugged. "Kinda stole it."

JJ howls, acting so juvenile. "That's so cool."

John B. turns to me and smiles. "Callie..."

I give him a shy smile. He doesn't need to say anything, I already know. I open my arms wide and hug him. This is the first time I'm actually talking to John B., let alone hugging him but it feels so natural. I know it's because we already feel so close to each other.

As we hug, John B. speaks. "I can't thank you enough. Sarah is so lucky to have you."

We let go of eachother and I look at John B. again. "You have me too now." Then, my brain reminds me of something and I feel like I got punched in the gut. "Where's Sarah?"

John B. frowns. "She said she'd meet me here. She's not here?"

I shake my head, starting to panic. If she's not with John B., then where the hell is she? Is she with the police? My mind is operating on minimal sleep and my brain is thinking of the worst possible situations.

"She's not." I'm full on panicking. The girl that's basically my sister is gone.

"I can't leave without her." John B. said, looking at all of us.

"No," Kiara frowns, grabbing onto John B.'s elbow. "You have to. Sarah's gonna get here eventually."

Kiara was right. Sarah was gonna show up eventually. We'll see John B. hopefully soon so Sarah will see him again.

Kiara is trying to push John B. to the boat but she's having difficulty.

Pope stops them and looks to John B., brows furrowed. "You're gonna get caught if you stay here any longer. How will that help Sarah?"

We have all surrounded John B. now. He nods, realizing Pope and Kiara are right. Even though it's hard for me because I know Sarah wants to say goodbye, we have to make sure John B. is away from OBX. That is our first priority.

John B. closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and then opens them again. He's looking at all of us, almost as if he's trying to remember what we look like. I have to keep reminding myself that this is not the last time I'm gonna see John B. Once we find out a way to clear his name, he'll be back.

He nods at me. "Tell Sarah I love her."

I nod, trying not to react to what he's said. I don't think they've said that to eachother yet and I'm sad they can't say it to eachother now.

John B. says goodbye one more time before walking past us and onto the dock. Kiara gives him the key and he waves at her first, then all of us. We wave back and we don't stop waving until he's on the boat and gone, his boat only a small dot on the water.

I can't believe we did it.

I turn to JJ, exhausted. "I can't believe Sarah didn't get to say goodbye."

JJ smirks. "Don't get all sappy on me. We're gonna see him again."

I nod, holding back tears. I'm holding back tears because of Sarah and John B. and how they didn't get to say bye, but mostly because I'm so exhausted. It's been a rough 24 hours and I know it's not gonna get any easier.

JJ reaches for my hand. "Are we gonna talk about my rad macking skills?"

I looked up at him, making a fake gagging sound. "If you ever say that word again, I'll kill you."

I don't know if the murder jokes were appropriate but JJ didn't mind.

"Which word? Rad? Or macking?" JJ sarcastically asks, stepping closer to me. I already know he wants to kiss me again and I'm ready for him to make the first move.

I scrunch my nose up. "Ew. Macking? Just say kissing."

"What a Kook." JJ rolled his eyes, glancing at my lips.

I wanna make fun of him but I can't because something else has caught his attention. He's looking at something behind me. I turn around and almost gasp. Behind us, on the dock, stood Kiara and Pope and they were kissing. Finally.

I scoffed, watching them for a second longer and then turning my head back around. "Wow -"

I can't get a word in because as soon as my head is facing JJ again, his lips are on mine. I kiss him back instantly, my hands reaching up to wrap around his neck.

I want to kiss him deeply but I never get the chance to because we're pulled apart by the sirens.

We look to the grass of JJ's house and we see like two or three black SUV's parking.

"Kiara! Pope!" I yell to them. They pull apart and follow my finger.

Once they see the police, they run to us. They're off the dock in seconds and we're trying to run but it's too late. The police, who I realize now are not police but the feds, have surrounded us. JJ grabs my hand and I hold onto his. No matter what, I'm not leaving these guys. They're my friends now. They're more than that. They're like family.

One of the feds steps forward. He stands right in front of me but he looks at all of us. Deputy Shoupe walks right past us and onto the dock, gun in hand. Once he sees that John B. is gone, he curses for a moment then holsters his weapon. He turns around and storms back to us.

"Where is he?" He glares at all of us. First he looks at Kiara. "Kiara, what would your father say?"

Kiara says nothing, she just holds onto Pope tighter.

Deputy Shoupe looks at Pope. "You're gonna loose your scholarship for your friends?"

Pope says nothing.

Deputy Shoupe then looks to JJ. "Not surprised. You really wanna go down like your old man?"

JJ says nothing. He only reacts to Shoupe's mean comments by squeezing my hand for a moment. I squeeze back.

The Deputy Shoupe looks to me. He looks beyond surprised. "Callie Miller? What are you doing hanging around with people like them."

I glare at Deputy Shoupe. I say nothing, only stare at a man that once use to coach my soccer team when I was younger. Now, this man meant nothing to me.

"Your parents are looking for you. Worried sick. Ward told us you ran off to help Sarah. She's manipulated you into thinking that John B. is innocent." Deputy Shoupe speaks to me but I stay silent. That is, until he brings up John B.'s innocence.

I take a deep breath and then speak. "John B. is innocent." My voice is even and smooth.

Shoupe has an amused look on his face. "I'm sure he is."

"It wasn't John B. who killed Peterkin. I was there. I saw it." I continued to stay cool.

The fed standing in front of me shifted on his feet when I said this. I look to him. His brows are furrowed but he speaks clearly, "Who did it then?"

I gulp. God, these four words were going to be so hard to say. But they must be said. For John B. "It was Rafe Cameron."

The fed raised his eyebrows but other than that, didn't look that surprised. I figured he didn't believe me either. Deputy Shoupe sure didn't.

"Rafe Cameron?" Shoupe laughed. "Why would Rafe want to kill Peterkin?"

My eyes narrowed. "Why would John B. kill Peterkin. She was the only cop that thought he was a good kid."

The fed in front of me sighed. "I've been told the same thing you're telling me now by another girl. That girl's name was Sarah Cameron."

My head instantly turned to the fed. "You know where Sarah is?"

He shook his head. "She left before I could properly talk to her."

I frowned. Where the hell was Sarah then? "Her and I are telling the truth. Why would we purposely rat out her brother?"

The fed is about to speak again but he doesn't get a chance to. Shoupe cuts him off. He's clearly annoyed about the whole escape John B. made and since he knows we won't talk, he is ready to get rid of us and look for John B.

"They're no use to us now." Shoupe says to the fed.

The fed shrugs. "Bring them along anyways. Their parents will pick them up there."

Shoupe looks at me. "Your parents are waiting for you Callie. You're riding in a different car."

My eyes widen. I look to JJ. He's in just as much shock as I am in. Shoupe grabs onto my arm and tips me from JJ's grasp.

I plant my feet to the floor. "No, let me stay with them."

Shoupe rolls his eyes. "C'mon Miller."

"Callie!" JJ yells, trying to push his way through the bodies of cops to get to me.

I look to him. "It's ok." I don't want to cry in front of him.

I see Kiara and Pope fighting the cops as well and I can't help but smile. They think I'm worth fighting for.

Before I can even wave goodbye, I'm thrown into the backseat of Shoupe's car and the doors are locked. The hardest part is watching all of my friends getting put into different cars. Although they're not beside me, I still feel their presence.

I close my eyes. I take a breath. I open my eyes. I'm gonna get through this and find Sarah. I'm gonna get back to my friends. That's not gonna be the last time I'm ever gonna see them.

I keep telling this to myself over and over again as Shoupe drives me to the headquarters.

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So we got down to it they were using a yacht fish until they took all my money which one toward took almost three weeks and then I look at my clock and it's the 10th I have 20 days left in the city

Just for this dead white trash family to once in their life give jobs to black skin men follow me around and we can't help notice what's going to happen to them because the little black skin boys can't hold their s*** in THEY'RE NOT REAL BLACK OPERATIVES MORE IMPORTANTLY THEY'RE NOT REAL BLACK GUARDS

YEAH I KNOW THEY'RE STILL SABOTAGING SO LET ME TRY AND MINE MY BEHAVIOR

#REPORT #911 MORE IMPORTANTLY THE BEHAVIOR OVER THE ANTECEDENT IS YOU GUYS CAN CONTROL THE TIMING OF THE SUNLIGHT FOR THE DAY. And and most importantly they have been waiting for me to run out of money then start saying start targeting my actions. You got some sort of mouth on you. You can't think that way. AND HERE'S WHAT HAPPENED OUR ORIGINAL ACTIONS ALLOWED ME TO MAKE IT THROUGH THE ENTIRE MONTH OF TOURING AND OUT OF THAT CITY WITHOUT NEEDING $1

And again they've been protect they've been attacking White Mike back on my Beach and white bike because of the incident of all the little boys and then all the little girls YEAH I'M TRYING NOT TO SABOTAGE YOU BECAUSE I WANT TO MAKE SURE THEY UNDERSTAND WHAT I'M SAYING AND THEN I GOT TO I HAVE TO STOP TALKING BECAUSE THEY KEEP ON THINKING JUST BECAUSE I SAY NASTY THINGS ABOUT BLACK PEOPLE WHITE PEOPLE WON'T WANT TO READ IT the bubble that Kansas called yeah the bubble

P more importantly for me to be rendered without any more options I can't call in any more favors I'm getting rid of my phone so I can lose 50% of the the union for following me around watching me jerk off and they have begun the pregnancy process. Making me sick everyday and forcing me to smoke cigarettes here's the problem they're forcing me to buy cigarettes AND HERE'S THE ANTIDOTE HERE'S WHY THEY'RE BEING CHARGED BECAUSE I HAVE ROLLING TOBACCO

But more importantly the sunlight has exhausted and some cities 24 hours extended to 72 hours of sunlight because they control their own destiny HERE IN THESE CITIES THEY WANT TO TAKE AWAY ALL MY MONEY BEFORE AND THEN TAKE BACK DAYS AND HAVE ME WALKING AROUND UNDER THE SUNLIGHT BLEEDING

That's right and it's an action dance of why I'm here the bleeding reference focuses on. Why the kids would be bleeding in a house sweating. Where are we it seems to be the underlining statement. If they were to come here and you guys tell him it's Alabama win really wearing Mississippi AND SOMEONE SAYS NO WE'RE REALLY IN MISSISSIPPI NOT ALABAMA the satellite within force them to bleed or sweat from their brain

But more importantly the threat they're threatening to steal my bag because I want to I have to I don't have a phone anymore I can't keep track of dates off of counting down the days until I leave and here's the important part I have to write down how much money I have because these these operators they they found access into my bank account and my EBT and then their whole game it's not like operations outside THEY'VE BEGUN UNDERSTANDING HOW TO TRICK THE BENEFITS OF MY EBT ON ON THE ENDING BALANCE ON MY RECEIPTS SO I WOULD HAVE BEEN LOOKING FOR THE RECEIPTS BUT AGAIN ME WRITING DOWN THE MONEY IN MY BANK ACCOUNT AND THE MONEY ON MY EBT AND THE DATE SO I DON'T LOSE TRACK OF TIME AND ALLOW THESE CITIES TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF ME BY A SWEATING AND BLEEDING OUTSIDE ON A SIDEWALK AND HERE'S THE PROBLEM I'M A WHITE SKIN MALE AND THIS A DEAD WHITE TRASH FAMILY BECAUSE OF THE WHITE HAIR WHITE SKIN GIRL they allow these black skin men to continue to follow me around make me extra sicker everyday and some sort of favor for a friend of my father's

And and we're moving forward to get rid of 3/4 because the the it's not a weapon it's it's common sense that it's not like to talk to us on a two-way call or a three-way call the problem is they believe it's a big secret? How did all the white hair babies get here to get murdered and we believe the black skin part of this the black skin men who have to know the secret IS WHAT KILLED ALL THE KIDS AND ALL THE PEOPLE that's right because we're not allowed to talk and for the satellite to be talking for me

Integration in antecedent

So I guess the remaining people will be following me to take my bag because I'm going to write down my amount and the dates what they have done was used my phone to change dates and they need to be stuck out here 40 days instead of a full month 30 days AND AND AGAIN FOR THEM TO ALLOW THESE BLACK SKIN MEN AND ANDY'S WHITE HAIR WHITE SKIN PEOPLE TO ATTACK ME BECAUSE I HAVE WHITE SKIN WE CAN'T HELP THE UNDERLINING STATEMENT WHAT HAPPENED HERE TO THE BLACK SKIN BOYS AND MEN ON THE STREETS DID YOURSELF AND BECAUSE IT DIDN'T WORK BECAUSE FOR $800,000 YEARS OF FAMILIES AND SNOW HAD THIS DATA BREACH OF THE BLACKSKINS BEHAVIOR HERE IN A 3/4 THEY COULDN'T STOP THE ATTACKS AND IT CONTINUE TO TAX ON BLACK SKIN MEN ALL AROUND THE WORLD BUT WE FIND NO NO REFUGE OR NO REVENGE IN ATTACKING ONE WHITE SKIN BOY IT JUST SEEMS LIKE THIS WHITE HAIR WHITE SKIN DEAD FAMILY IS IS NOT A REAL GOD AND IT'S JUST very angry about my white skin family about my white skin army about my white skin fighters

And and you know for you guys that for for me to be here be attacked white skin and you guys wanted to be example for what happened to the black skin men the homeless men all across the world and you guys be angry and upset that you couldn't stop it OH THEY GOT A PERFECT SYSTEM HERE FOR KILLING THE WHITE HAIR WHITE SKIN BOY AS SOON AS HE GETS OFF THE PLANE all right I can't be a smart-ass got it

But more importantly the sunlight is taking a one time it took 50 days I stayed extra 20 days after I ran out of money they took the clock back on my phone AND AND IT LEFT ME CALLING IN FAVORS UNAWARE THAT THAT IT WAS 20 DAYS EXTRA THAT I'LL SIT OUTSIDE UNDER SUNLIGHT BLEEDING HERE'S THE PROBLEM BLEEDING THEY SAID YOU GUYS GAVE ME MONEY BECAUSE I WAS BLEEDING AND FORCING THE NAME JASON ON ME THAT'S NOT TRUE WHERE ARE WE REALLY IS VERY SPECIFIC TO THE ORIGINAL INTEGRATION AND ANTECEDENT REASON OF ME BEING HERE is it Alabama or is it Mississippi the satellite wants to say it's Mississippi but then the satellite operator wants to tell us it's Alabama AND IF WE DON'T BELIEVE THE SATELLITE IT WILL FORCE US TO HEAT UP AND BLEED

That's why they gave me money where are we really is very specific to socialism OF OF YOU GUYS TRYING TO FORCE PEOPLE TO SAY THIS PLACE IS ALABAMA WHEN WE'RE REALLY IN MISSISSIPPI