#mark Jefferson x oc

[sarahsmi13s]

Jersey Baby (18+ MDNI)

pairing: jake ‘hangman’ seresin x sarah grant (fem!oc)

characters: sarah grant, jake seresin, bradley and the squad at the end

warnings: 18+ MDNI SMUT, language, breeding kink, pussy slapping, oral (fem receiving), p in v sex, eating out in the kitchen, bradley gets traumatized, sport rivalry (UT vs U of A; Longhorns vs Razorbacks), pregnancy,  i think that’s it

word count: ~4.1k 

a/n: this isn’t really crucial to the story, i just thought it would be fun to write! this is how ever how the finn twins were brought into existance 😂

this story is inspired by ‘His Little Girl’ (bradley bradshaw x reader) by the lovely @roosterscockpit  ( @milesdickpic ) and characters from this story are mentioned. also, yes, the oc is based on me lol (well a fantasy version lol)  

big thank you to mama may ( @mayhemmanaged ) for her help on this

you can find out more about j and s --- here

loose summary: the dagger squad comes up with a game once they see how competitive jake and sarah are when it comes to college football --- let’s just say the loser really becomes the winner

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Sarah knew exactly what she did to land her in this position. And she didn’t regret a damn thing.

If anything it was Jake’s fault.

Okay maybe they were both to blame. But Jake chose this punishment, so it’s mostly on him.

******

Last week, Arkansas played Texas. Which means – the Razorbacks played the Longhorns. Which also means – Jake and Sarah were constantly shit talking in the days leading up to it.

The Dagger Squad was concerned for a minute because they thought they were fighting. But Coyote cleared things up for them. “Guys, Sarah’s from Arkansas. She’s a U of A alum. And Jake is from Texas, a Longhorn fan since birth. This is just playful banter, it doesn’t mean much.”

“KJ Jefferson can run circles around Quinn Ewers!” “Not with a concussion he can’t!” “It’s not a concussion!” The squad watched the two stare the other down at the pool table.

“I wanna kiss you so bad right now,” Jake said, his voice low to where only she could hear it. “Yeah?” He nodded before pulling her in for a kiss.

Fanboy’s mouth fell open, “What the fuck just happened?” Rooster laughed, “They have been all over each other since they watched Leia this past weekend. I’m surprised they’re even out.”

“Hey guys, Sarah and I are headed home,” Jake said as he passed the table, knocking his knuckles on it as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders and took off toward the door.

So much for staying out.

*****

By the time game day rolled around, the squad came up with a game. Whenever one of them has a good burn or comeback, they get a point. And the winner gets to pick a punishment for the loser. But points weren’t revealed until the end of the game.

When they brought this up to the couple, their minds ran wild with ideas and both agreed.

Game time came and the squad made room on the couch for Jake and Sarah to sit by each other. But the couple sat on opposite sides of the room, each in a chair. “Ummm?” The squad looked to Coyote for help in understanding, “You don’t want them next to each other, trust me. I had popcorn in places popcorn should not be.” 

Jake opens his mouth before the game even starts, “Hey, y’all know what it’s called when Arkansas thinks they can take down the Horns? A PIGment of their imagination.” “Nice pun, but it’s a bunch of BULLshit. We’re giving y’all a free ride to the slaughter house.”

Coyote sighed and gave them each a point, “And we’re off..” 

Then the game started and they began watching.

Even though the squad focused more on what the two were saying.

The Longhorns got a pretty good start, getting a good lead pretty early in the game.

“You know, everything’s bigger in Texas,” Jake said, looking at the squad before trailing his eyes over to Sarah. “Even the gap between scores.” Rooster marked Jake down for a point.

Sarah wrinkled her nose and smiled, “Well… not everything.”

Fanboy had to cover his mouth to keep from laughing as he marked her down for a point.

“That’s not what you said last night,” Jake said with a shit-eating grin on his face. Rooster marked him down for another point.

At one point, the Hogs had a good possession, and then threw away the next one.

“Well, that’s just too bad… I guess the ‘natural state’s just naturally bad,” Jake drawled, laying the accent on thick. Sarah just glared at him and huffed before turning back to the game.

The first half was just not looking good for Arkansas, and Jake was thriving.

“Looks like these piggies are gonna be crying ‘boo’ all the way home,” Jake said once halftime started.

“Just wait, we’re gonna make a comeback, just need a good ass chewing,” Sarah said, mumbling the last part. Jake nodded, “Oh sure, yeah, when your pigs fly Sugar. They can’t close this gap.”

Sarah rolled her eyes and threw popcorn at him, “Whatever.”

Jake laughed, picking pieces of the snack off his jersey, “See guys, when you roll with pigs, it’s gonna get dirty. Only problem is, only the pig likes it.” The squad looked at Sarah, scared that Jake just fucked up.

But Sarah just hummed and stood up, grabbing her now empty bowl and putting empty cans and bottles in it.

She walked around Jake, hand slipping under his jersey as she leaned close to his ear, “I thought you liked when I got dirty Jake? Guess I was wrong.” Jake shivered a little and turned his head to catch her lips before she sauntered away to get more drinks.

The squad and Jake watched her leave before the squad brought their eyes back to Jake. He was looking longingly towards the kitchen, shifting a little in his seat. 

“You good, Bagman?” Bradley asked. Jake’s eyes snapped back to the group and he cleared his throat, “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.”

****

The second half was really a turning point for Arkansas, they were getting traction and little errors were made.

“Would you look at that, pigs can fly,” Sarah smirked at Jake as they came back and kept Texas from scoring in the third quarter. Jake just rolled his eyes.

At the beginning of the fourth quarter, a flag was thrown for a false start and she said, “Man, everyone in Texas just seems to go too early.” No one missed her glance towards Jake, and Rooster gave her two points for that.

She was in trouble the minute she said that, and she knew she was in for it that night and a very lazy Sunday the next day. The glint in Jake’s eyes meant he was going to make her cum 10 different ways before he even thought about it.

She winked and went back to the game.

****

By the end, Arkansas came out on top.

While that was great and Sarah could rub the victory in Jake’s face, there were bigger stakes.

“Who won?”

“Yeah, who won?”

The squad looked down at the board, and sighed. “I’m sorry, Sarah. Jake won,” Coyote said, sighing. “It was really close, like a two point difference,” Fanboy pointed out.

Sarah hung her head, “I guess I can’t be too upset, Jake does have a big mouth.” Jake wrapped his arm around her waist, “We both got some pretty good ones in there. I just know how to piss you off.” She huffed out a laugh, “That you do.”

She sighed and stepped away, holding her arms out, “Welp, rules are rules. What’s my punishment?”

Jake smiled and slipped his jersey off, leaving him in a white t-shirt. He slipped it over her head, “You, my darling-” He worked it over her Razorback shirt. “-have to wear Longhorns apparel in public, and around the house, for a week.”

“You’re not serious,” Sarah said, eyes basically pleading for anything else. “Oh, I’m very serious,” Jake said, smirking.

Payback shook his head, “Hold on, that’s it? That’s all she has to do? Wear clothes with a bull on it. Hangman, come on.”

“Oh, she’s gonna be miserable, but look so so cute,” Jake told him. “I look awful in orange,” Sarah huffed out, crossing her arms. “No you don’t, Sugar.”

“I can’t wear this to school, I have to look professional.” Jake sighed, “Okay, you don’t have to wear it to work, but you change before practice, so you have to wear it then.” Sarah huffed again, “Alright.”

They shook hands.

“This is gonna suck.”

****

It was finally over, Sarah’s week of wearing Longhorns apparel was over.

She had to admit, Jake’s clothes were comfy and she loved wearing his sweatpants. But the fact her students and players knew how much she didn’t like the team her boyfriend adored, made it worse.

They teased her about it saying, “You finally caved? Wow Coach, I’m disappointed.” Or anything of the like.

But now it was Saturday and Jake didn’t have weekend duty, but he and Bradley went to go look at deck furniture for Bradley and Alyssa while Sarah stayed home and cleaned.

She had on Longhorn leggings Carter had gotten her as a joke and a sweatshirt of Jake’s; wanting to be comfortable but presentable because she had to go get groceries before Jake got home.

When she got home from the store she had 45 minutes before Jake would be walking through the door.

So she had 45 minutes to put her plan in motion.

She went in and straight to the kitchen to unload the groceries, taking maybe 10 minutes to put away the cold items. Then she went upstairs and freshened up with a quick shower.

Standing in the mirror, Sarah fixed her hair and did her makeup. Once she was done, she went to Jake’s side of the closet and pulled out a custom jersey she had her sister make for him.

As she slipped it on, her phone went off. It was a text from Jake saying that he’d be home soon and that he may or may not have bought her a new desk chair. She smiled at the thought and sent him a thank you and drive safe before she went downstairs to put her plan into motion.

****

When Jake pulls into the driveway, he’s rushing to turn it off, get the box out of the bed and hurry inside. He wanted to show Sarah the new desk chair he got her because the old one was broken and she’d been eyeing the one he just bought.

He gets in the house and immediately goes to put the chair box in the living room.

“Sugar! I’m home!”

“I’m in the kitchen, just putting away some groceries!”

Jake perked up at that and went to the kitchen to help her.

When he turned the corner, Sarah was refilling a cereal container before attempting to put it in its rightful spot on top of the fridge.

“Let me help with that,” he said, coming up behind her to put it up there.

“Thank you honey,” she said, turning to give him a kiss. “You’re so welcome Sugar.”

She laughed when she pulled away and started putting away other items.

This gave Jake time to take in what she was wearing.

And Texas orange never looked so good.

“Is that,” he crossed his arms and leaned on the counter. “Is that my jersey?” Jake knew the answer, his call sign was stamped to the back of it, he just wanted to hear her say it.

She nodded as she restocked the tea bags. “It is.”

Jake’s grin stretched across his face, “Well you look good Sugar.” Sarah smirked, “I am good, Baby, I’m very good.” She winked before bending over the counter to put the container back in its place…

Which gave Jake a perfect view of her bare ass.

And if he was already hard seeing her in the jersey, his jersey, he was painfully hard now.

He audibly groaned and his stomach swooped.

“You alright Honey?” Sarah asked as she stood up straight.

He nodded, “Jus’ fine Sugar.” She nodded and moved around the kitchen.

Jake’s eyes never left her bare legs as his mind concluded that she most likely wasn’t wearing a bra either. “I do have one question though.”

“Shoot.”

“Why aren’t you wearing underwear? Not that I’m complaining because I’m definitely not.”

Sarah giggled before walking over to him. Her arms went around his neck and her eyes trailed up to meet his.

“I realized that I technically didn’t follow the rules,” she said, playing with the hair at the base of his neck. He swallowed, “What do ya mean by that?”

She tilted her head a little and sighed sadly, “I don’t have Longhorn underwear. So, according to the rules…” One of her hands came to rest on his chest. “I shouldn’t be wearing any.”

Jake groaned as his hands found Sarah’s hips. “You’re gonna be the death of me…”

She giggled and moved in closer, “Rules are rules, Lieutenant…”

Growling, he surged forward and claimed her lips in a kiss.

Sarah smiled into the kiss as Jake’s arms snaked around her back and pulled her flush against him. Jake walked them both back to the corner of the counter, caging her in with his legs.

Jake got two handfuls of her ass and squeezed, causing her to gasp and moan against his mouth.

She can feel his hard on against her but as she goes to undo his belt, he stops her. “Not yet, Sugar.” Sarah whines but before she could complain Jake hoists her onto the counter top. She pulls him back to her and presses her lips to his.

He smirks against her lips before kissing her neck as his hands roam her torso, groping and squeezing at her hips and chest over the jersey. “Jake… baby please.” One of his hands cups her cheek, “Is my Razorback impatient?” She pouted and he chuckled, “Typical Hog…”

His unoccupied hand slipped under the jersey and his fingers lightly gracing her ribs before taking the weight of a breast in his palm.

She whimpered slightly and he felt his dick twitch at the sound. “Okay, okay, since you’ve gone through enough torture this week, I’ll spare you some now.”

Jake sank to one knee, his hands going to her calves and trailing up as he kissed her thighs.

He hooked his hands under her knees and pushed up, opening her up to him. “God, you’ve got such a pretty pussy, Sugar.” She moaned as licked his lips before placing a hot kiss to her clit.

“Oh fuck~ In the kitchen Jake?”

“It’s where the best meals come from, Sugar.”

One of Sarah’s hands carded itself into Jake’s hair as he dove back in, his tongue flattening against her cunt. “Oh Jake~”

He groaned against her as she tugged at his hair.

Jake’s lips created a vortex around her clit. “Jake! Oh my~” The long moan that followed her words had him groaning, sending vibrations through her.

She was mewling and letting out high pitched moans, pulling at his hair but the position she had put her in gave her little control. Her toes barely scraped the counter, so she couldn’t grind against his face properly.

Jake looked up at Sarah’s face as he released her clit to catch his breath, “You taste so sweet, Sugar~” He dipped his tongue into her entrance as he nuzzled into her pussy.

Her hand in his hair pulled him closer, making his nose bump her clit. “Please Jake, I need more, I’m so close.” The band in her core was hot and getting pulled tighter and tighter, but it wasn’t enough.

The whimpering and the tugging of his hair, just made him hungrier. Jake’s ears were being blessed with filthy but angelic sounds, and he couldn’t help but growl against his girlfriend’s sopping wet cunt.

He flattened his palms against the backs of her thighs and pushed them towards her chest and farther apart.

Jake pulled back, licking Sarah’s slick off his lips and chin as he watched her pussy twitch and clench around nothing.

“Jake, Darlin’, what the fuck?” She whined as the hand still in his hair tried to bring him back where she needed him most.

He chuckled and looked up and at her, his green eyes met her brown ones as they sparkled. “I’m sorry Sugar. I needed to catch my breath.”

Jake squeezed one of her thighs, “Hold this for me would ya?” Sarah rolled her eyes playfully but hooked her free hand under her knee. “Thank you, Sugar,” Jake said with a smirk.

He leaned in and placed a kiss on her clit before coming back and running his middle and index finger through her folds. He felt her clit twitch and he grinned, “That feel good, pretty girl?” “Yes~” Sarah managed to respond.

All the Texan could do was bite his lip before he brought his hand back and then down against her pussy; a wet slap and the Arkansan’s moan filled the kitchen.

“Fuck, baby~” She managed before yelping when he did it again. “Does my pretty girl like that? Does she like getting her pretty pussy slapped?” Sarah’s head banged against the cabinet, “Yes! Yes, she does! Oooh fuuuck~” In the middle of her answer, Jake had slapped her cunt again.

Jake just grinned and licked what he could off his hand before grabbing her thigh again.

He held eye contact as he dove back in, lapping at the wetness between her thighs.

Obscene sounds echoed in the kitchen. The wet, sloppy noises coming from between Sarah’s thighs and the moans coming from her spit covered lips.

“Jake, fuck! Please~”

“‘Please’ what, Sugar?” Jake hummed, kitten licking her clit.

“Please make me cum! I need to cum~” Sarah whined, panting as she looked down at her boyfriend.

Jake groaned and buried his face in her center. His tongue dipped in and out of her, his nose brushing against her clit.

Sarah moaned out his name, pulling him closer as her thigh fought to close around his head – but of course Jake wasn’t about to let her do that.

He could feel her clench around his tongue before he once again created a vortex around her clit, the wet sounds sending her over the edge.

“Jake Jake Jake~ Fuuuuck!”

Her thighs trembled in his hands and her hand gripped his hair tightly.

Jake brought her down from her orgasm gently, praising her as she calmed down. “You did so good for me Sugar.”

He changed his grip on her thighs as he stood up.

“You okay Darlin’?” Jake asked with a chuckle as she panted.

Sarah nodded, humming softly as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. “We’re gonna have to clean the kitchen before guests get here for the game…”

“In due time, Sugar… I need to take you to bed.”

“Lead the way Cowboy~”

Jake captured her lips and picked her up off the counter.

****

Jake didn’t need to see to get to their room, he’d navigated the path blindly plenty of times.

Once they got to their room, Jake dropped her on the bed – going with her because she didn’t want to part.

Sarah kissed down his throat, nails scratching the back of his head.

“Sugar, I’m wearing too many clothes,” he groaned out. “Then take them off,” she told him before kissing his neck again.

He weaved his hand into her hair and pulled her back.

“Ah~” “I can’t do that with you attached to me, Sugar.”

She pouted but let him go so he could undress. Jake smiled and stepped back.

He pulled his shirt off and went to work on his belt quickly. As he got it open and took it off, he saw Sarah reach for the bottom of the jersey.

“Jersey stays on.”

Sarah stopped moving and nodded, “Yes sir.”

Jake smirked and slipped his shoes off before sliding his pants and boxers down his legs.

He walked over and yanked her to the edge of the bed, making her yelp a little in surprise. He leaned down and kissed her deeply as he pushed two fingers inside of her, scissoring them to open her up.

When he removed them, he brought them to her mouth, “Open Sugar, get a taste of how sweet you are.” She did as told and took his digits into her mouth, bobbing her head a little bit.

Jake smiled at her, gently caressing her cheek before gripping the jersey in the valley between her breasts with that same hand.

In a swift, calculated motion he pushed himself to hilt, making her gasp and moan around his fingers.

“Ooooh fuck!~”

He gave her a second before she fluttered around him and he removed his fingers to hold her hand. “You ready? I’m going hard and fast.”

“Fuck me Jake!”

He smirked, “As you wish~”

Jake started pounding into her. His fist balled up in the orange jersey and her tits moved beneath it – the friction of the material doing wonders for her. His thrusts punched moans out of her, and her moans just made him harder.

Her walls clenched and fluttered around him, and her pussy just felt so good. Jake was a southern mess above her, while she was no better underneath him.

“Fuck~ Darlin’ it’s like you was made for me,” he punctuated that with a groan.

“Pussy squeezin’ me so fuckin’ good~ I know you’s fuckin’ close, make a mess of my dick, Sugar~”

She moaned underneath him and pulled him to her lips.

Jake propped his knee up on the bed and let go of the jersey in favor of cradling her head.

“Jake, fuck~ Your cock fills me so perfectly~”

His hips stuttered and he groaned.

Sarah looked into his green eyes, “I love you.” “I love you too.” Jake melded their lips together as she came around him.

She pulled back and let out a guttural moan against his mouth, making him falter in his rhythm.

“Put a baby in me, Jake. Fill me up until it takes. Make me mama~”

The moan Jake let out was deep in core as the tingle in his spine became lightning shooting up his back and he spilled into her.

“Fuckfuckfuckfuck–fuuuuck~”

He collapsed on top of her, both panting and sweaty messes.

They laid there for a few minutes, collecting themselves before Jake propped himself up on shaking arms.

“That was…” “Good.”

They laughed together before kissing sweetly.

Sarah sighed and looked over and noticed the time.

“Shit, it’s 5:30…”

“What happens at 5:30?”

“The game starts at 6, Jake.”

In his fuzzy, post-orgasmic brain it didn’t click right away.

“Why does that-”

Then it clicks.

“Shit…. They’ll be here any minute,” he hung his head.

He carefully pulled out, making them both sigh before going to the bathroom to get a rag and clean them both up.

He kissed Sarah on the forehead, “Are you gonna be okay while I go clean the kitchen?” She nodded, “We can cuddle during the game.” He smiled and pecked her lips, “I’ll put your Razorback leggings and sweatshirt out, along with some underwear.”

“Can you put your cologne on the sweatshirt?” He nodded and kissed her again. “I can do that.”

Jake got dressed and put Sarah’s clothes out, spraying his cologne on the pale yellow sweatshirt.

“Call me if you need me Sugar.” “I will.”

****

Jake gets downstairs and goes to the kitchen, immediately getting the spray and a paper towel to clean the surface of the counters.

About halfway through, the doorbell rang and he jogged over to answer it.

“Can I help- Rooster?”

Bradley just waved.

“Why did you ring the bell? You know you can just come in.”

He crossed his arms, “I needed to make sure you and Sarah were done.”

Jake was confused, “Done?”

Bradley’s face went red. “Hangman, I got here about 10 minutes ago and came in. I thought I was loud…”

Jake’s brow was still furrow but then his face dropped in realization. Bradley had heard them.

But he wasn’t embarrassed. No, he thought it was funny.

“Well, I guess that’s payback for what I’ve had to hear.”

The stairs creaked and both men looked up them.

“Oh hey Bradley!” Sarah greeted, voice a little raw. “Hey Sarah.” She looked at his red face, “Everything okay?”

“Oh yeah, yeah, I’m fine.” She nodded at him, not super convinced, “Okay. Um, pizza is getting made, do you think Javy would pick it up on his way?” Jake nodded, “Yeah I’ll text him.”

Jake went back to the kitchen and sent Javy a quick text before finishing the wipe down of the counter.

When 6 rolled around everyone had gotten there and the game started.

Jake had Sarah in his lap, her face buried in his shoulder during commercial breaks. By the end of the game, both had fallen asleep.

*******

A few weeks later, just before Christmas break, Sarah started feeling off.

She was tired, felt sick in the morning, and was getting emotional over everything. She thought it was her period but when she checked, she had missed it for December.

During her lunch she went and got a few tests, taking them just before coaching an away basketball game.

All three were positive.

Sarah smiled, covering her mouth as happy tears sprang to her eyes. She did a little math and the estimated date she had was the day she wore Jake’s jersey.

She couldn’t help but laugh a little bit.

“Woo-pig.”

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i hope you guys enjoyed this little piece!

this is just a filler piece that will be in a separate section of the masterlist. (probably titled: backstory idk though) let me know if you want more backstory/side quest pieces!

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The dark room was silent. Mark had left Paisley tied up next to his desk. Only until I get back. He promised before he left. She hadn’t been counting the minutes he was gone but she was awake for a while. There were sounds and she knew it was Max, wiggling and struggling to get free. “Is anybody out there?! Please, help!” 

She had half a mind to tell her to shut it. Nobody could come for them, they were too far underground, behind a locked door and in the middle of nowhere. I’m gonna die, we’re gonna die. The only thought that had crossed her mind. Victoria would too. They were too young to even have lived a life; life had just begun for them. Mark wouldn’t be angry if Lee managed to free herself to dose Max again. It’d be a favor.

They’d be meeting their maker soon enough and all the rewinds would be for naught. Victoria groaned and Lee managed to stand up and grab scissors. She tried hard to cut through the rope but didn’t know if it did any justice. There was a squeak and her green eyes flickered over to the trolley closer to Max.

“Don’t do that.” She warned, finally getting her hands free before reaching down and cutting her legs loose too. With finally being free, she walked over and stood behind the couch.

“Paisley, when did you get here?”

“He’s my uncle.” She shrugged, trying to be indifferent. It was different when it was girls she didn’t know from her classes or ones from off the street. But Rachel, Kate, Max, and Victoria… There was a line and he had crossed it. These girls were girls she knew and was friends with.

“You kidnap girls. You do this with him.”

“Do you think I do it willingly? Hurt them willingly?” Max shook her head and focused on the photo; Lee felt her head hurt. “Damn it, Max, really?”

A bright light passed over and she closed her eyes to avoid it. When she blinked, Mark was leaning over Max and taking her photo.

“This angle highlights your purity, see? The slight unconscious model is often the most open and honest. No vanity or posing just pure expression.” He bent down, fixing Max’s leg. The hipster girl looked over Mark’s shoulder and saw Lee’s terrified expression.

“Oh Christ… Look at that perfect face.” The girl tries to move her head and he smacks her, yelling. Paisley wants to scream, to hit him. To make him feel the pain she felt, the pain she feels spreading in her chest whenever a flash goes off. When her mind registered that he was speak about Nathan and Rachel, her hands curled into fists. She couldn’t move outside the highlighted photo boundaries. Mark moved Max’s shoulder, continuing to snap the depraved photos.

“It’s just too bad you’re so goddamn nosy, Max! But, this room… Is under 24/7 surveillance, so all I had to do was have Nathan text you, and you fell right into my hands. You really should have focused on schoolwork, not ‘private detecting’ with your little... friend.” He sneered.

“Chloe…”

“Chloe, right. Yeah, I’m sorry that I killed – that Nathan killed her in self-defense. But she had a troubled history like most Arcadia Bay dropouts.” His little speech continued as he crouched down to take pictures. Fuck cameras. Expensive, cheap. Fuck his fucking Nikon cameras.

Max moved her head; Paisley cursed under her breath and Mark sighed. He pulled the trolley over, standing up, while he filled the syringe with the drugs in the vial, Max kicked the trolley and spilled a vial all over the folder with her recently printed photos. He yells at the girl on the floor. Lee hates the way she thanks the merciless God above that it isn’t her there. Mark moves to the floor once more, the girl struggles against the restraints, shaking her head frantically.

“No…”

“Remember my number one rule. Always…take…the shot.” Mark injects Max who hardly struggles before falling limp.

“Your turn.” His sights are set on Paisley. Oh no. Please no.

When Lee returns to her body, Victoria is awake and panicked. Mark still hasn’t returned.

“Max… Oh, God, where- where are we? Oh, what’s happening?”

“You’ve been drugged and kidnapped like Kate… and me. Do you remember how you got here?”

“No… I don’t know… wait… you warned me. You warned me about Nathan. Then I went to Mark for help, and he was acting so weird… That’s the last thing I remember. And I can’t move my hands! Help me, Max! Please, I’m sorry for everything!”

“Listen carefully, Mark Jefferson kidnapped us. He’s using Nathan as well. Jefferson is very dangerous, so we have to get out of here before he comes back.”

“Max…” Victoria began to cry out. It was ironic considering how much she hated the female’s guts.

“Let us loose, please.” Max begged lightly, and Paisley shook her head.

“You know I can’t. He’s gonna kill us all, Max.”

“You… Paisley – where’s Nate?!” Victoria shouted.

“Nathan is dead. He’s dead, he died. The only way you’ll leave here is dead in tarp.” Her voice wavered, and Max knew she had the young teen.

“Why are you helping him if you know you’re going to die?” Victoria sobbed uncontrollably.

“Tori, don’t you think I tried? I did try. I found out you were the target and I was trying to find a way but then I thought if he got busted we’d be fine. Mark must’ve gotten to Nate after I left him to dress.”

“Then scoot the trolley over.”

“You don’t wanna see your photos. Trust me, you don’t.”

“I do, I need to see. To focus.” Max blurted, and Paisley shrugged, kicking it lightly so it stopped in front of her. They both went through the photo this time, Max was in the chair wide awake and a while ago apparently. Mark stood behind her, angling the camera, looming over her. Lee looked around inside the boundaries, anything she could use to help them was most certainly better than nothing. The pristine room held nothing she could use to subdue her uncle.

“You’re trying too hard, I know you’re scared… You all have the same doe-eyed look when you wake up here. Replaced by fear as you realize what’s about to happen.”

“Mr. Jefferson why are you doing this?” He steps away from the tripod and approaches Max. Maybe if I hit him with the tripod? He’d still beat the shit out of me.

He was talking to Max as if he were a cat, playing with a mouse.

“Yes, you’re a psychopath. And this is your last session.” Mark outright laughed contently.

“Au contraire, Max. I’m so sane that nobody knows what’s happening to you right now.” He turned his head, giving Paisley a look. One that told her she’d best do what he said, or it would end badly for her. So, she sat at Victoria’s feet, biting her tongue and holding her breath. They talked excessively but all she could wonder was why nothing was changing.

Stay brave, even in the face of danger, Paisley.

All she had to do to live.

“I cared more about Nathan more than you did!” Max shouted. Paisley wished she wasn’t a half decent person, or she would’ve smacked the words out of her mouth. That wasn’t true. Mark yelled but he must’ve heard her scoffing in the background.

“Looks like you and Lee here need to exchange some words.”

“Where is Nathan now?” Idle talking, she needed action, but the surveillance cams wouldn’t do her any good. When she looked at the tripod, Mark had caught her. She only realized when feeling cold metal press against her temple. The thought of instantaneous death made her mind feel less clouded by nothingness.

“Dead and buried.”

“Can I have my diary?”

“Sure, but you could’ve done better on these shots, Max! You have more talent than that.” He threw it onto the floor, roughly and it opened to Max in class. The selfie she took with her polaroid camera. The gun left her temple and she leaned into the couch, sinking into it. Paisley asked for his whiskey and he didn’t object, and when she asked for a cigarette, he gave one to her. Saying he’d indulge in her a little since it was her last request. She took a few sips as Mark sat at his desk, playing music in the dark red lighting, another request of hers. A few hits of the cigarette and a headache pulled at her.  Lee had a nose bleed but drank the whiskey in one shot and smoking the cigarette before being pulled through.

Back in the photography lab, Paisley was dizzy, leaning onto the table. She wasn’t intoxicated and for that she was thankful. That meant she could still travel. All she had to do was focus on Max. The class ended sooner than she anticipated but she played with her mother’s necklace as the classroom emptied out save for the four girls. Max pulled out the Blackwell pamphlet and her phone, obviously texting. The teenage girl hugged Kate and Paisley stood, stumbling over to them.

“Are you okay, Pais?” Max asked.

“I don’t know. I think I’m fine?” She nodded, and Max continued to go to Mark and Victoria, giving a surprising speech to the girl. Something along the lines of inspiring people, not scaring them away. Victoria storms out of the classroom after scoffing at Max’s suggestion, then she turns in her photo. It faded out, and they knew what had happened.

The way Max had done things, Mark had gone to jail and named Nathan, and Paisley as his associate. She was determined not to be a threat and a victim, same as Nathan. While he had been sentenced to a few years in a psych ward, Paisley had been released on her own recognizance. Her aunt hadn’t been happy to hear it.

Now the storm was still here, only difference was that she was here with Chloe, here on the cliff at the lighthouse, the storm towering over them. It was intimidating.

Get home. Now.

That had been all her aunt texted, Paisley knew she wouldn’t go home. Her aunt was probably leaving for Seattle. Despite having a home in Oregon, they kept the one in Seattle as a vacation home. Paisley had been home according to the memories but the pain and deep blue, purple, and black marks on different spaces on her body showed why she wasn’t currently there. Prudence had made sure she mad Paisley’s life the worst, beating her up when she was pregnant because she knew Paisley wouldn’t hit back. Not if it meant possibly injuring her unborn cousin.

The police in this timeline didn’t believe her stories, her truths. When she told them about her aunt Prudence, she must’ve played the concerned aunt. She seemed to play it so well that no one saw through it, she had everyone fooled.

As Paisley looked up at the storm, she wondered what it would be like to be sucked up by it – dead by a storm she caused. It made queasy.

“Chloe – call Max!” The female called her best friend, but the call didn’t last for long. Long enough that Max understood that the storm was still here – destroying Arcadia Bay.

“Fuck! The storm, it—it cut the call. I can’t.”

The bright light flashed, letting her know what she’d missed.

Max traveled again, Lee knew so when she had because they were back in the dark room, Mark re-entering flashed in her mind. Paisley watched Mark cross his arms and glare at Max.

“Oh, fuck!” Mark stands over Max, his arms crossed.

“What did you say, Max?” Max gives a clueless look, examining the space around them as he grew more unhinged and angry.

“Jesus. It's like you're back in my class. You're still...spacing...out. It might be cool if you took one or your patented selfies now... The transformation between the old Max and the new Max...

Max's right foot is shown to be free from the restraint. Max's fearful and confused expression turns to a scowl.

“Anyway, answer my question, please.

“Eat shit and die.” Max spat at him.

“Good answer, good answer.” Max's nose begins bleeding. Mark leans in to inspect it and holds Max's head as she struggles, then steps back.

“Hey...your nose is bleeding. Probably gave you too big a dose. Sorry about that, Max. But considering you're about to die, a nosebleed is a first-world problem.” Max looks over to where Victoria was previously lying on the floor, only to find it empty.

“Oh. I had to let Victoria Chase go.”

“You let her...?”

“Don’t be stupid, okay?! She's exactly where she deserves to be.”

“No...” Max seemed horrified at the thought of Victoria being dead.

“Oh, as if you care.” He scoffed at her, taking notice of her eyes. “Your iris... That...dilation like a shutter...the pictures you're taking of me now. Too bad you pissed away your gift. You could have won the contest, but you destroyed your own beautiful photograph. What a waste. Sorry. I burned all your stuff. I got a little carried away.” Max looks over to see the burned remains of her journal in a tray on the trolley. Her glare at Mark intensifies but he doesn’t take it to heart.

“You know, I always believed in your vision.” He began, “Especially since you've developed from nerd to hero within a week. There's something...weird going on with you.” The lights in the room flicker and thunder can be heard outside. Mark looks at the ceiling and then back at Max.

“Whoa! Did you see how crazy it is outside? Like I said...something weird... There's that fear... Oh, Max... It's an honor working on you with these final sessions. I hope these images will be appreciated for what they truly capture. The loss...of youth.” Mark chuckles like it’s funny. “At least...that's the last lecture you'll ever have to hear from me. And I promise you...no more nosebleeds.

“Mr. Mark... Please...don't do this. You don't know what's happening.” Max cried shakily.

“Sh-sh-sh-sh-sh... Quiet...quiet, Max.” He cooed, walking away. The girl struggles against the tape, sobbing.

“Please! Don't do this!” Mark fills a syringe and walks over to Max.

“I promise. This final dose won't hurt.” He tilts Max's head to expose her neck, about to inject her with the needle. Noises are heard outside the room.

“What?” He runs over to hide behind the entrance, putting down the needle and grabbing a tripod. David enters, holding a gun.

Mark knocks the gun out of David's hands with the tripod who takes a fighting stance and tries to punch him but gets hit in the stomach with the tripod. David doubles over, holding his stomach, and Mark hits him in the head, knocking David unconscious.

“No, David! No!”

“Jesus... David Madsen! He's out cold... Good. I always hated that fascist fuck. Everybody at Blackwell did, right, Max?” He drops the tripod and picks up the needle, approaching Max again.

“Okay... Let's try this one last time...” Max rewinds to before David enters. Lee manages to remember – if this is the way she’s getting out. She’s going to help.

“David, watch out!” Max warns too early, Mark doubles back with the tripod and ready to swing it like a bat, “Time to shut the fuck up, okay?”

The tripod almost hit her, but Paisley was quick to rewind, she kept rewinding until her vision appeared like a burned photo, stopping then. Max tried talking to him this time. Lee’s eyes flickered to where his gun was and she stepped closer to it, making it seem inconspicuous.

“And I promise you...no more nosebleeds.”

“Wait! Hold on! Can I... can I please ask you for one last...request?” Max was hoping he’d take the bait or Lee would help David, but she didn’t know how to. Grabbing the gun would result in Mark killing her or worse. He’d notice too quickly.

“Oh, you got me, Max. How can I deny that face?”

“Uh...excuse me, but my throat is scratchy... Can I please have some water?”

“Of course. I don't want you to be uncomfortable.” Mark moves the trolley closer and pours Max a glass of water, holding it to her mouth so she can drink it. He goes to the trolley and prepares the syringe and approaches her. His feigned kindness has Paisley’s stomach turning.

“I promise. This final dose won't hurt.” There’s a noise, they all hear it. “What?”

As Mark and David fight, Max pushes the trolley with her foot. He’s distracted, and David punches and slaps him, knocking the tripod out of his hands. They face each other in fighting stances.

“No gun...no balls...”

“Mark! It's over!”

“You are not going to stop me!” Mark runs over to a cabinet, shoving Paisley to the ground. David chases him, but he grabs a gun and shoots David, and he falls onto the couch behind him.

“David Madsen...of course. Well, this is what you get for playing cop—a real bullet.” Max rewinds to before Mark grabbed a gun so she can warn David. Lee counts her lucky stars.

“He’s hiding a gun over there!” Mark and David run over to the cabinet. Just as David reaches him, he gets the gun and shoots David twice.

“Sorry, Madsen. Okay... Deja vu.” Max tells David to use the bottle instead.

“Grab that bottle!” David grabs the bottle and throws it at Mark, but he ducks, then shoots David.

“Sorry, Madsen. You should have stuck to harassing students. Okay...” Max tries to tell David to use the gun knocked out of his hands.

“Grab your gun now!”

“Got it...” Just before David reaches his gun on the floor, Mark shoots him.

“Oh, Christ! David Madsen, you are one stupid son of a bitch, so don't blame me.” She even tried the table.

“David! Kick that table!” So many rewinds, so many methods but no way to subdue Mark.

“Yes, sir!” David kicks the table at Mark, but he kicks it back, then shoots David.

“David Madsen... I always hated that mustache...” He chuckled, “You hated him too, Max?” Max uses her foot to pull the cord on one of the lights, knocking it over and distracting Mark. David punches Mark's face twice, knocking off his glasses and knocking him to the floor. He rushes over to Max and undoes her restraints.

“Oh, Lord, Max... are you okay? Are you alright? Can you move?” She nods.

“Yes... Thank you, David...thank you...” Max thanked him.

“Don’t thank me... You brought me here.”  David notices Mark move his head.

“Let’s wrap up this son of a bitch first.” He holsters the gun on the ground, then punches Mark in the face again, knocking him unconscious. Max gets out of the chair.

“He won't be going anywhere when he wakes up.” David turns the teacher over and puts duct tape around his wrists.

“Except you are going to prison forever. Or worse.”

“Mr. Mark? Now it's your turn to be captured in a moment... Save Chloe...”

“Shit! No signal.” Max curses after trying and failing to use her cell phone.

“It’s a fucking bunker, Max.” Paisley scolds, walking over to his desk, opening a drawer to find her bag and personal items. Max spots and grabs the car keys on the table.

“Thanks, Mr. Mark, but...you won't need this anymore.” She says, taking the keys from him and pocketing them.

“David?” She asks and he stands up.

“Are you okay?”

“Look at this place...it feels like hell.”

“Mark was...was going to kill me...like he did to Victoria Chase...”

“Oh, no...”

“I always suspected that son of a bitch.”

“I never did...until too late.” Max looked at Paisley and then down at Mark’s unconscious body on the cold floor.

“You shouldn't have to suspect your teacher.”

“He wasn't a real teacher. He just...wanted to lecture. It was part of his sick plans.”

“I guess I looked just as suspicious when you told Principal Wells that I was...harassing Kate Marsh...and I don't blame you.” David admitted, setting his pride aside. “And, Max... I treated Kate like shit... I know she's a good person, but I'm not. I hope I get to tell her that soon.”

“Me too. I think that would make her very happy.”

“I knew Nathan Prescott was a threat. I just waited too long to neutralize him.”

“Mark already did. They had some weird father-son thing going on. But...Nathan killed Rachel, and Mark had to use him as a scapegoat.”

“That pervert was pulling all this shit right under my nose, too... I could've stopped him and Nathan if only...I wasn't so stupid.”

“No. I should've told Principal Wells Nathan had a gun and... almost used it. I put the school in danger.”

“We all make decisions we regret. But I have to admit, I'm impressed by you...and Chloe, and your investigation. I had all the high-tech toys, while you had each other.”

“We...we are a great team.”

“That’s one of my problems…” He sighed, “I'm not good at teamwork. Never was. Even in the service.” David shook his head disapprovingly.

“I can't even imagine what you went through...”

“I’m not gonna make any excuses for my behavior. I tried to be a good soldier, but...I wasn't so great. I tried to be a good father, too...”

“But...you saw how that went.”

“You tried. It's obvious you care, even if your methods are...”

“Fucked up. I know.”

“I'm glad I stood up for you.”

“I try not to use my service as an excuse, but... It's hard to come home after war. Most people don't know or care what it's like...except Joyce. She gave me hope. A new life.”

“And you saved mine. Chloe, she...she would be proud of you.”

“I just wanna see her safe with her mother. I promised Joyce I would go see a family counselor...and I'll start by apologizing to Chloe. I don't expect her to call me dad, but maybe she'll stop calling me ‘step-douche’.”

“So, where is Chloe?” He looks around to see if he can find her. If Paisley had told them last night or had told Max when she began her search – this wouldn’t have happened. Chloe wouldn’t be dead.

“David, um... She was pretty stressed out, so, um... She went to go, um...medicate before I ended up in here. So, she's okay.” Max lied expertly to him. Thank God he believed it.

“Oh, thank god. For once I'm happy Chloe's a stoner.” He laughs, obviously relieved.

“David, I have to go outside and get some real air...and use my phone. “

He puts a hand on her shoulder, “Of course. Go on, Max. You're a brave soldier. I'm glad Chloe has a best friend like you. Go on, now. You've seen enough of this room.

David sits down at Mark's desk, looking at his computer. The girls ascended the stairs, the door closed behind them.

“Max, I need to go to my house.”

“For what?” She snapped.

“I need my gun. If we’re doing this, I need my gun.” The hipster scoffed.

“A gun. You’re fourteen, you don’t need a fucking gun.” She explained and Lee was growing frustrated. If they didn’t want to die, she needed her gun this time. She’d know what to expect now.

“Max. You’ve put me through hell with these headaches this week. The least you can do it let me have my gun for safety.”

“Safety? How do I know you won’t kill me?”

“Max, we’re fucking time travelers. I wouldn’t kill you. You took me to a reality where my parents were alive. My mom – she told me great things. I have a future, there is a future, Max. Right now, our priorities include rescuing Chloe, Nate, and Victoria.”

“Yeah if Nathan doesn’t try to take our heads off.”

“I’ll explain it to him. I’ll get him.” Max nodded, opening the barn door to reveal Mark’s car. The rain outside was uncontrollable, it came down heavily. Definitely the end of the world. Paisley thought, following Max’s lead.

“Freedom. Holy shit! The storm is real, we need to find Warren.” The dark sky resembled the blackness of the night, the tornado was huge and ready to wreck anything in its path. This is what they’d caused by using their powers to save Chloe. Max takes out her phone and dials a number.

“Yes! Warren! Can you hear me?” Lee checked her phone; it was charged still surprisingly. It said she had a voicemail.

“Never mind… Listen, do you have that photo you took last night in the parking lot?” She checked her phone for messages and shit, ignoring the voicemail. It was probably from a scammer.

“Yes, it is, and I want it! Where are you?” Paisley’s eyes flickered over to Max, watching her talk to Warren. The storm, it was gonna kill everyone. She was sure of it. That’s if they didn’t succeed and save the town.

“I’m on my way.”  They climbed into the car after Max hung up. She drove quick enough that they were on the main roads and in town already.

“Max, we can’t keep doing this. Stop the storm. We have to. We go back and let Nate shoot Chloe.”

“Why are you being so negative?” Max asked, driving through the town.

“You don’t think they hurt when we play with their futures like dolls? Their fates and destinies? Messing them up for what? So, we benefit?”

“You were eager to save Nathan a few minutes ago. The hell is wrong now?”

“My mom – she told me we have destinies, fates – I don’t want to kill everyone if it means we have the four people that matter to us.”

“That’s—”

“You have one new message. Message received yesterday at 9 PM.” The automated voice said. Paisley was angry. Max was playing a fucking voicemail over listening to her.

“Max, it’s… it’s Nathan. I… I just wanted to say I’m sorry. I didn’t wanna hurt Kate, or Rachel, or Paisley – or… didn’t wanna hurt anybody. Everybody used me!” Nathan crying triggered something inside Paisley, a renewed sense of determination. Rebellion? The biggest fuck you to destiny? Maybe all the above but this boy—he didn’t deserve what he got. “Mr. Jefferson is coming for ME now. All this shit will be over soon. Watch out, Max… He wants to hurt you next. Sorry.” Nathan needed to live. Max looked over at Paisley, giving her a saddened look.

“I didn’t know he sent this.”

“Just after I left him in the dorms. Fuck, Max, I left him to die.” She cried. The rain seemed an extension of her tears, ones she couldn’t cry. They hit the car roughly and Lee felt something snap inside her again. Logic and reason. They stopped in the middle of the road, Max put the car in park, and they left it.

Paisley left Nathan’s jacket open but closed the one she had under it. Together they walked the destroyed streets of the town, avoiding certain death with their destructive powers and helping those they could to make up for it. It was their penance. Once they saved Alyssa, they almost entered the diner, but it blew up. Max rewound and put sand on the line of gas. This time, the diner didn’t blow to smithereens and they entered safely through the side entrance. Through the storeroom, they entered, and Warren shouted for them when he saw them.

"Max! Paisley!" Warren shouted.

"Max! Oh Jesus, I am so glad to see you, sweetie! Are you okay?" Joyce asked Max, checking her briefly.

"Yes. What about you guys?" The female asks.

"The Two Whales is barely standing now... I don't know if it’s going to make it through this tornado. Poor Officer Berry and all those people out there…" She tsked, shaking her head disapprovingly.

"I know." Max agreed.

That's the reason we're in this mess. You rewind cuándo tú quieres.

"Okay, get your ass inside... I have to get back to this gentleman on the ground... Warren has been gathering all the first aid…" Joyce pointed out.

"It’s not much, Joyce. But it’s all we have." He sighed. Max turned to Warren, "You okay, Warren?”

"How the hell did I ignore all those warnings, Max? The snow, the eclipse…" Warren had a disappointed look on his face.

"There’s nothing you could do about it, Warren." Max comforted.

"I’m so stupid... I should have seen it coming…" Warren sulked. Max walked over to Frank.

"Okay, Max, excuse me while I go help this other gentleman." Joyce walked away, leaving her.

“Frank... I'm so glad you're here…”

“That makes two of us. Now if I only had Rachel back… Now Max, what about that info I gave you? Did you and Chloe find out what happened to her?”

Max: “Frank, I don’t know how to say this, so... I just will. Rachel is dead.”

“God, no, please... Please, no... No, not Rachel... She can't fucking be! Are you...? Are you sure? I mean, how do you know?”

“We used the names you gave us to track down a farmhouse. My professor, Mark Jefferson, has this creepy photo torture room... and we found out he was using Nathan Prescott to drug and photograph Blackwell students.”

“Prescott? Fuck! Fuck, I knew it! I should never have hooked up with that sick punk! Pompidou hated him! You saw... you saw Rachel?”

“Yes... I wish I didn't. I'm so, so sorry, Frank. Nathan wanted to impress Jefferson, and he... he killed her.”

“How? How did he kill her?”

“He used some drug... and gave her an overdose…”

“An overdose? The only way Nathan could've done that is... is if I sold it to him. I killed my lioness! No... What have I done?”

“Where is this motherfucker Jefferson?”

"He's going to jail. He won't be hurting anybody anymore…" Max assured.

“Rachel... Oh, God. She was the one good thing in my life, Max. I know she was too young, and... I expected her to leave me, just... just not how it happened. I would never have stopped her from going after her dreams.”

“I know. She obviously cared about you, Frank…”

“Rachel cared about a lot of people... especially Chloe…But, uh... now I see why Rachel dug her... and Chloe was man enough to ask me for help after all that shit, we went through.”

“Chloe would appreciate that…”

“You know, the one time I met my dad, the bastard quoted the bible and said he wanted to ‘enter his house justified.’ In other words, to do the right thing... me too. And maybe you're helping me get there, Max. Don't get me wrong, kid. I still think you're weird... but you're cool.”

“Come on, Max. Let's talk over here and give Frank some resting space.”

“Joyce, how are you doing?”

“Just when I think I've already been through the ringer... Where's Chloe?”

“She's... safe, Joyce. She just sent me a text before my phone died.”

“Oh, thank God... I was torturing myself before you showed up. Oh God, if something happened to Chloe while I ended up stuck at this diner again…”

“I'm sorry about all this, Joyce.”

“Don't be, honey. It's not like you whipped up this tornado on your own…”

“Um... I mean, I’m also sorry about everything with David.”

“You don't have control over any of that. David is an adult and he has a lot more age and experience under his belt. Even if he doesn't always show it…”

“Well... I didn't mean to take David's side against you or Chloe…”

“I know you try to see the good side in everybody... and David needs to try that, too. But that's not important now.”

“I just want our lives to be normal again…”

“With all the shit going on this week, I think you're right. And look at me, trying to keep my family together... again.”

“Joyce, you've gone through so much for Chloe and David. If you were my mom... I would be so proud.”

“Oh sweetie, thank you. But your parents should be prouder of you. Even David told me how tough he thinks you are... and he doesn't give out many compliments, as you know.”

“David is a real hero. I don't know what he's gone through in war, but I can imagine... and he even showed me how to find my own strength under extreme conditions.”

“I'm so glad to hear you say that, Max... I know he's not always an easy person to defend... Most people only see him at his worst... You've seen him at his best. And that's the man I want in my life.”

“I hate to say I'm glad to see you, but I'm so glad to see you.”

“That's okay. The important thing is that you're safe... and I know you can take care of yourself, after Nathan.”

“Should have done that a long time ago. But damn, Max... I can't believe you actually drove down here in the middle of a fucking E6 tornado, just for one photograph... I mean, I know you didn't come for me.”

“Warren, I came for all of you. Just tell me you do have the photograph.”

“I just want…”

“Now shut up and listen.”

“Oh yeah, you’re finally going to tell me what you never did in the parking lot…”

“I wish I would have. So, I'm just going to tell you without any explanation. Trust me, okay?”

“I always do. You should probably tell me quick…”

“I had a vision in Jefferson's class of a tornado destroying Arcadia Bay. I went to the bathroom and saw my best friend Chloe get shot by Nathan Prescott...You with me so far?”

“Where else could I be? Go on!”

“Then I found out that I could rewind time... And, long story short, Mark Jefferson is insane and dangerous.”

“Whoa... Is that all?”

“I think that this storm started... everything started... when I found out I could rewind time... There's no way this is just a coincidence, right?”

“Max, not only the storm but the eclipse, the birds, the whales... everything!”

“All because... because of me? How?”

“I'm not a real scientist, even though I play one at school, but this seems like pure cause and effect, maybe Chaos Theory... Uh, what happened with Jefferson? Did... Did he hurt you?”

“Nathan accidentally killed Rachel Amber trying to impress Jefferson… Nathan just needed mental help... Now he's dead... and Jefferson is done.”

“Jesus, Max! I want the whole story, but... I guess we really are out of time.”

“But I can still change things. What do you think will happen?”

“For every action, there's... there's a reaction... Whenever you reversed or altered time, maybe you caused a chain reaction... even in the environment.”

“Warren, I know this all sounds insane... but you're the only other person who I can count on now... I wish we had more time together... Do you believe me?”

“Max, of course I believe you. You're the most amazing person I've ever met... and I'm glad you trust me.”

“Always. I just wish I could trust my powers…”

“I guess we'll never know if it's magic or science…”

“Even if it's from a wizard or a wormhole... You're part of something bigger. I don't believe in fate or destiny, but after this week, I realize I don't know shit.”

“That makes both of us, Warren…”

“I do know you're here for a reason... and I guess it's up to you to find out why. Max... I'm sorry you got stuck in this... in this... I don't have a fucking clue what's going on. But I have total faith that you'll do the right thing when the time comes. I'm so proud of you, Max. How could there be a more important moment in history? And I'm in the middle of it with you? So, thank you for trusting me.”

“Thanks for being here. Always.” Warren takes out the polaroid and places it in front of Max.

“Hey... Be careful out there.”

“For luck.” Max kisses Warren.

“Just in case we don’t get out of this... I wanted to say…”

“I know, Warren…”

“Of course, you do.”

“I’m going to make the right choices from now on... I swear.”

“That's why you're Super Max.” Max focuses on the photo and travels back in time, Lee willingly in tow.

Paisley is back in the dorms with Nathan, but she calls Warren and Victoria first, telling them to meet her at the lighthouse.

“Why the lighthouse?” Nate asks, his eyes red and puffy.

“So, we’ll be safe, Nate.”

It fades out of the photo and back into reality. When it does, Max looks around, inspecting her surroundings. Chloe is standing in front of her, watching the tornado with Paisley who is only more confused. Nathan, Warren, and even Victoria were standing with them. That worked better than she thought.

“Oh, Chloe!”

Max runs up to Chloe and hugs her tightly. Chloe turned around. “I see that the real Max is back... So, how was your time trip, dude?”

“Shut up. Oh, you're alive! You're alive, oh... Both of us! I did so much to bring you back, Chloe... and it worked. It actually worked. You're with me again.”

“It looks like even fate doesn't want us apart. And... you traveled through multiple realities just to... save my ungrateful ass over and over. I hope it was worth it, but... I don't blame you for wanting me out of your life, after all my drama.”

“Come on. I'm the official Drama King and Queen of Arcadia Bay this week. Just look at what my powers have caused in... just a short time. I mean... I'm nobody.”

“You're Max-fucking-Caulfield, Time Warrior. Even if you weren't, you're kind and caring. Nobody could have a better best friend... Nobody. You didn't ask for any of this to happen, but it did. You need to accept how awesome you are.”

“Maybe I willed it subconsciously, or something. I always wanted my life to be special... an adventure... but not without you. And it didn't happen until I moved back here, so... without you, my powers wouldn't even exist.”

“Then for whatever scientific, mystical reason, that we'll obviously never figure out... We were meant to be together at this exact moment in history. I have to think that Rachel was somewhere behind the scenes, fighting for justice…”

“I'd like to think that, too... We all owe Rachel Amber. Now tell me everything that happened. You... You remember, right?”

“Well, we... we left the party and made sure Jefferson couldn't find us. For once, I was glad I lived in an actual fortress. Then the storm got hella crazy and... and you said we would be safe at the lighthouse.”

“Chloe, look! The storm is getting bigger now. It's coming closer. I... I can't even believe this is real, but this is happening because of me.”

“Stop it! Stop beating yourself up, okay? We've both paid our dues already on that. Oh, God, look at that! Look at that monster! Who knows...? This could be Rachel's revenge... Our revenge. The lighthouse is out of the way of the tornado. Come on!”

“Oh... What... Chloe…” Max collapses and Chloe holds her up.

“I've got your back, Max.” Paisley helps Chloe keep the girl steady as it all fades away.

Chloe and Max fall to the ground but Paisley stands there, glancing at Nathan, Warren, and Victoria over her shoulder. They were miserable in the storm, but she was glad to see Nate faring well and even Victoria for what it was worth.

"Max? Max, can you hear me? Please, say something." Chloe called.

"Chloe? I... I must have passed out... Sorry." Max apologized to her best friend.

"Oh, thank God... Don't you ever do that again, okay?"

"I swear... but that nightmare was so real... was so horrible…"

Chloe takes Max's arm and they stand up together, she watches the storm she created in horror.

"This is my storm. I caused this... I caused all of this. I changed fate and destiny so much that... I actually did alter the course of everything. And all I really created was just death and destruction!"

"Fuck all of that, okay? You were given a power. You didn't ask for it... and you saved me. Which had to happen, all of this did... except for what happened to Rachel. But without your power, we wouldn't have found her! Okay, so you're not the goddamn Time Master, but you're Maxine Caulfield... and you're amazing. Max, this is the only way."

Chloe hands Max the photo she took of the blue butterfly. The one from the bathroom, it was undamaged, looking like it’d been taken recently.

"I feel like I took this shot a thousand years ago."

"You... You could use that photo to change everything right back to when you took that picture... All that would take is for me to... to…" Chloe grabs Max’s face and holds it.

"Fuck that! No... no way! You are my number one priority now. You are all that matters to me." Max yelled.

"I know. You proved that over and over again... even though I don't deserve it. I'm so selfish... not like my mom... Look what she had to give up and live through... and she did. She deserves so much more than to be killed by a storm in a fucking diner. Even my step... father deserves her alive. There's so many more people in Arcadia Bay who should live... way more than me…" Chloe cried. They had a right to be melodramatic about it. This decided if someone lived or died. Paisley would hate it if Chloe was killed by Nate and she survived a week in hell, being brave, just to be locked up.

"Don't say that... I won't trade you." Max said.

"You're not trading me. Maybe you've just been delaying my real destiny... Look at how many times I've almost died or actually died around you. Look at what's happened in Arcadia Bay ever since you first saved me. I know I've been selfish, but for once I think I should accept my fate... our fate…"

"Chloe…"

"Max, you finally came back to me this week, and... you did nothing but show me your love and friendship. You made me smile and laugh, like I haven't done in years. Wherever I end up after this... in whatever reality... all those moments between us were real, and they'll always be ours. No matter what you choose, I know you'll make the right decision."

"Chloe... I can't make this choice…" Chloe grabs Max's arms.

"No, Max... You're the only one who can. Max... it's time…"

"Not anymore." Max tears apart the polaroid and it blows away in the storm. The five teenagers watch the tornado. This was it, this is the end.

"Max... I'll always be with you."

"Forever…"

Chloe holds hands with Max and they watch as the tornado hits Arcadia Bay. Max shakes her head and Chloe wraps her arm around Max. Soon enough they left the lighthouse and by morning Chloe was driving through the town. Lee gave it a look, it made her nauseous, but she had to be selfish once in life. Maybe she’d been selfish all along. As they leave the town, they see an Arcadia Bay sign, Warren and Paisley exchange a look, the same as Nate and Victoria. It hadn’t taken a long time to get on a cliff far from Arcadia. But it did destroy them inside just a little bit.

“What do we do now?”

“We go to the police, somewhere else in Oregon. David – he’s not in the bunker here. Is he?”

“What if step-douche fails?” Chloe asks through the open truck window.

Lee shrugs, looking out the back of the truck, “Then we’re done for.”

[ares-writess]

MASTERLIST!!

Things I am willing to write!!

Character x Character

Character x Reader

Character x OC

Smut

Ships

Fluff

Angst

Lemons

Most AU’s

(basically anything that isn’t illegal!!)

Supernatural

- Sam Winchester

- Dean Winchester

- Castiel Novak

- Jack Kline

- Lucifer

- Crowley

- Gabriel

- Charlie

- Chuck (depends)

Grey’s Anatomy

- Meredith Grey

- Derek Shepherd

- Alex Karev

- Christina Yang

- Izzie Stevens

- Mark Sloan

- George O’Malley

- Callie Torres

- Owen Hunt

- Jackson Avery

- Arizona

Hamilton

- Alexander Hamilton

- Aaron Burr

- Marquis de Lafayette

- John Laurens

- Eliza Schuyler

- Angelica Schuyler

- Peggy Schuyler

- Maria Reynolds

- Thomas Jefferson

Stranger Things

- Steve Harrington

- Jonathan Byers

- Eddie Munson

- Robin Buckley

- Nancy Wheeler

- Billy Hargrove

- Vecna

Genshin

- Any ADULT character

MHA

- Todoroki Shoto

- Katsuki Bakugo

- Kaminari Denki

- Aizawa

- Sero

- Monoma

- Shinsou

- Jirou

- Uraraka

- Etc…

The Turning (MOVIE)

- Miles (<3)

Seven Deadly Sins

- Ban

- Meliodas

- Diane

- King

- Gunther

- Elizabeth

- Merlin

- Howzer

- Gilthunder

Naruto

- Naruto

- Sasuke

- Sakura

- Shikamaru

- Kiba

- Choji

- Kakashi

- Shino

- Kankuro

- Gaara

- Hinata

- Orochimaru

- Kabuto

- Neji

- Temari

Prodigal Son

- Malcolm <3

Shameless

- Fiona

- Carl

- Lip

- Ian

- Mickey

- Steve

- Etc

That’s all I can really think of right now, but if you have requests for any unlisted shows/movies, don’t hesitate to ask!! ^^

[elliebean714]

☆What I write☆~

I write character x character, character x oc and character x reader.

♡Romantic♡, ◇Platonic◇, whatever.

Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Yandere, Poly Relationships, Character Reactions, Character Diary Entries, Light Nsfw, My Oc's, Female, Gender Neutral And Male Readers/Characters/Oc's

♡Gay♡ and ☆Not Gay☆

Headcanons, fics, one-shots, maybe Au's....

Fandoms I write for. (It's all games. I'm not sorry.)

Until Dawn~

Josh Washington

Chris Hartley

Ashley Brown

Sam Giddings

Mike Munroe

Jess Riley

Emily Davis

Matt Taylor

Beth Washington

Hannah Washington

The Quarry~

Jacob Custos

Emma Mountebank

Nick Furcillo

Abigail Blyg

Max Brinly

Laura Kearney

Kaitlyn Ka

Dylan Lenivy

Ryan Erzhalher

Travis Hackett

Chris Hackett

Bobby Hackett

Life is Strange~

Season 1~

Max Caulfield

Chloe Price

Warren Graham

Nathan Prescott

Victoria Chase

Kate Marsh

Mark Jefferson

Before The Storm~

Chloe Price

Rachel Amber

Steph Gingrich

Nathan Prescott

Samantha Myers

Season 2~

Sean Diaz

Daniel Diaz

Cassidy

Finn

True colours~

Alex Chen

Steph Gingrich

Ryan Lucan

Gabe Chen

Charlotte Harmon

Jason Pike

Five Nights at Freddy's~

FNaF 1 ~

Bonnie

Freddy

Chica

Foxy

Golden Freddy

FNaF 2~

Toy Bonnie

Toy Freddy

Toy Chica

Marionette

Mangle

Withered Bonnie

Withered Freddy

Withered Chica

Withered Foxy

FNaF 3~

Springtrap

FNaF Sister Location~

Circus Baby

Ballora

Funtime Freddy/Bon Bon

Funtime Foxy

Ennerd

Lolbit

FNaF Pizzeria Simulator~

Lefty

FNaF Security Breach~

Gregory

Glamrock Freddy

Montgomery Gator

Glamrock Chica

Roxanne Wolf

Sundrop

Moondrop

Vanny

Vannessa

Misc.~

William Afton

Michael Afton

Henry Emily

Note~ Unless specifically requested otherwise all animatronics will not have the children's souls inside them, if you want the soul inside the animatronic it will automatically be platonic (Springtrap is the exception)♡

Bioshock~

Bioshock 1~

Jack Wynand

Atlas

Frank Fontaine

Bridget Tenenbaum

The Little Sisters

The Big Daddies

Bioshock 2~

Subject Delta

Augustus Sinclair

Eleanor Lamb

Sophia Lamb

Grace Holloway

Stanley Poole

Gil Alexander

Mark Meltzer

The Big Sisters

Bioshock Infinite~

Elizabeth Comstalk

Booker DeWitt

Songbird

The Walking Dead: Telltale~

Season 1~

Lee Everett

Clementine

Kenny

Lily

Carley

Doug

Mark

Ben Paul

Christa

Omid

Season 2~

Clementine

Luke

Nick

Sarah

Kenny

Season 3~

Javi Garcia

Kate Garcia

Gabe Garcia

Clementine

Tripp

Jesus

Season 4~

Clementine

Violet

Louis

Mitch

AJ

Tenn

James

Lily

Minerva

Detroit: Become Human~

Connor

Hank

Kara

Alice

Luther

Ralph

Marcus

North

Simon

Josh

The Last Of Us~

Part 1~

Ellie

Joel

Tommy

Henry

Sam

Marlene

Riley

Part 2~

Ellie

Joel

Dina

Jesse

Tommy

Abby

Owen

Lev

Yara

Uncharted~

Drake's Fortune~

Nathan Drake

Elena Fisher

Among Thieves~

Nathan Drake

Elena Fisher

Chloe Frazer

Harry Flynn

Drake's Deception~

Nathan Drake

Elena Fisher

Chloe Frazer

Talbot

A Thieves End~

Nathan Drake

Elena Fisher

Sam Drake

Rafe Adler

Nadine Ross

Death Stranding~

Sam Porter Bridges

Higgs Monaghan

Fragile

Amelie Strand

Dr Heartman

Mama

Lockne

Deadman

Die-Hardman

Clifford Unger

Doki Doki Literature Club~

Monika

Sayori

Yuri

Natsuki

Obey Me!~

Lucifer

Mammon

Leviathan

Satan

Asmodeus

Beelzebub

Belphegor

Diavolo

Barbatos

Luke

Simeon

Solomon

Thirteen

☆Overall Note☆~ All Under 18 Characters Will Be Platonic, Unless Shipped With A Character/Oc Of The Same Age.♡

♡Protect the Children♡

◇What I won't write◇~

Heavy Nsfw

Non-Con/ Dub-Con

Pedophilia

Insest

Self Harm

Suicide

Big Age-Gap Relationships

Other people's oc's

Cheating (Except Comfort)

Send Requests, I'm Depressed💐

[hotxcheeto]

Hello it’s me through the chat.

This is her bio, it’s not the best,

You don’t have to repeat it. Can you please write where from Life is Strange Mark Jefferson x female reader please.

Name: Raven

Age: 18, due to Max’s time travel, and

38 other time line due towards someone screwup.

Gender: Female

Hair color/style/length: Long, Stop the away is no friends, fringes no layers, color black. With blue highlights. (Age 18 timeline). Just black Age 38 timeline.

Eye Color: Green

Height: 5’5”

Weight: 140 pounds

Exotic Feature: Triangle heart shaped face, High cheekbones and sharp jawline, porcelain pale skin with freckles been all over her,

Fears: finding out she is really a girl out of time, she was married to Mr. Jefferson. She was originally 32 years old but someone besides Max, took her to the 20th century.

Flaws: Hates deep end water, darkness and longer thunder,

School: Tutored and the American Academy of Art in Chicago as well. To study photography and art,

Job: Art teacher when she goes back in her time.

Hobbies: Both timelines.

loves going to the ocean day or night,

Drawing, photography. Swimming in her own control.

Bio: A young girl who was originally Mark’s wife.

No Rachel Amber and that dark room that went to them. She wasn’t dead, and. “Rachel’s” and Mark thing didn’t exist.

I don’t do full on OC stories I’m sorry this as an “ x reader “ blog only like I said in my request plea I’m not a robot here to write specifically for someone this is way beyond my boundaries

I also don’t do Mark Jefferson he’s quite gross in my opinion and what he does was really wrong even if we pretend it doesn’t happen

I don’t write for him and never will please read my rules and the characters I write for it’s a simple ask

Thank you :) you can always resend a different ask!

[saiilorstars]

Redemption

// Story Masterlist //

Fandom: Legends of Tomorrow 

Pairing: Rip Hunter x OFC

Story summary: Graciela Haynez made her peace when Rip Hunter walked out of her life—she was at the top of the chain reigning as the infamous Jinx after all. Years later when Rip disappears, the Legends bring Graciela to the Waverider to find him thanks to a letter the Captain himself wrote asking for her presence. Graciela knows that the letter was written in a time before everything fell out between them but it’s urgent to find Rip before the Legion does. Graciela wants to believe she's become a better version of herself but as she leads the Legends & fights the Legion, she finds herself questioned. Is she still the Jinx—a mantle that has passed down from generation to generation with the promise to keep the fear instilled in others—or has the mantle die with her when she decided to switch sides?

No real warnings for the story except its casual curse words here and there.

Taglist: @ocfairygodmother​ @anotherunreadblog​ @maaaaarveeeeel​ (If you’d like to be added to this OC’s works/edits, let me know!)

Graciela’s face claim is Keira Knightley!

"Fall back!" A tall woman with short, rather stringy, brown hair ordered a group of resistance fighters behind her. She thrust a hand forwards, releasing purple beams that caused several of the street poles to come crashing down from their spots. With (bad) luck, they would fall on their enemies. "Take to hiding! Retreat!" Her voice reverberated over the gunshots being fired their way. "HIDE!"

She took hiding behind a thick green bush. Squatting, she dared to only poke her head to the side to see if she had been followed by anyone.

Unfortunately, she didn't account for time travelers to sneak up on her from behind. Someone delivered a well-blown hit on the back of her head, sending her to the ground completely unconscious.

By the time the woman came-to, she had been locked away in some glass prison inside a bigger room. She sat upright and found herself sitting on a metal bench. Her coat had been stripped from her, revealing a distinguishable purple and black super-suit clothing underneath. The moment she had a clear view of her new environment, she saw she was not alone.

A group of six stood in a perfect line on the other side of the prison. The woman's brown eyes examined these new people and easily deduced — from their clothing — that they were not from the same time. They couldn't be from the 2166.

"What do time travelers want with me?" She made her first words and revealed herself to be an English woman. Her head tilted from one side to the other as she continued studying them. "Again?"

"Again?" went the blonde woman of the group.

"We don't mean to harm you," a dark-haired man spoke up. He stepped closer but when the brunette shot up he backtracked that step.

"If you meant that, then you wouldn't have locked me in this…" the woman had come up to the wall facing the team, palms taking note of the material of the walls, "...prison. To be exact, you would not have attacked me at all."

"We didn't attack…" the blonde woman corrected.

"When I want to attack someone, I hit them," the brunette said, "Preferably hard. Is that not what you did?"

"Look we're here on peaceful terms," a dark-skinned man said next. "We didn't mean to but you we just...didn't know how to get your attention without you wanting to blow us up like you did to those other guys — how exactly do you do that by the way?"

"Jefferson," scolded an elder man standing beside him. The brunette just smirked.

"You should just be happy all we did was give you a light pat on the back," spoke another man, a taller and more built-up man.

The woman raised her eyebrow. "I should be thankful you locked me up? I doubt you're the police. I've met them and they're not you."

"We're sort of like them," the blonde woman gave a crooked smile. "But you were out there fighting and no doubt killing. You question us?"

"I question your motives, not your tactics," the brunette woman corrected. "Last time I checked, time travelers should want nothing to do with a rebellion fighter. Explain yourselves."

The team took her natural order with mild surprise and amusement. The last man, who had yet to speak, one with dark brown hair cleared his throat and pulled out a folded letter from his pocket.

"It's because of this," he held it for the woman to see. "It was written for a Graciela Haynez...you. We had to contact you and the ship sort of led us to you. Right, Gideon?"

The woman, Graciela, blinked and immediately looked up at the ceiling much like the others did when they spoke to the ship's A.I system. "Gideon?" she repeated.

"Good to see you again, Miss Haynez," Gideon dutifully responded, surprising the others with the familiarity the A.I seemed to have towards the woman and vice versa.

"Of course," Graciela mumbled and got to reading the letter the man was holding against the glass for her to read.

The blonde woman had been carefully watching Graciela for her reactions and concluded with ease they had the right woman. "You know who wrote the letter?"

"Know him? I was there when he wrote it," Graciela's emotionless voice had finally faded a little. Her eyes were glued to the worn out letter. "Where is he?"

The blonde looked at the rest of her teammates, getting the encouragement to go on, and began to explain. "My name's Sara Lance, and these are the members that your friend, Rip Hunter, collected months back. That's Ray, Mick, Jax, Professor Stein and the temporary newbie, Nate. He helped us find you."

"I don't thank you," Graciela was quick to tell him. Nate blinked with surprise but Sara went right to business.

"Here's the deal. There was an accident and Rip sent us all to different time periods to save us. When Nate here helped rescue us, we realized Rip was nowhere in the timeline - or at least we couldn't find him in the scans."

"So you found the letter that asks me to lead you all," Graciela remembered perfectly the content of that letter Rip himself wrote. Her eyes flickered to Nate again. "I really don't thank you."

"Got that," he cleared his throat.

"We don't know who you are so we put you in here, excuse us," Sara shrugged, really looking like she didn't care what Graciela felt about this. "Rip had trust in you but I wonder if you trust us?"

There was a sadistic smile on Graciela's face that put everyone on edge. "Trust a group that imprisoned me and continues to imprison me? I'm not the only one who knows what's wrong with that sentence am I?"

The others looked at each other silently, pretty much agreeing what she said was true. If they wanted to trust her, she needed to trust them as well. Taking the step up, Sara walked up to the cell and activated the release code. Graciela locked eyes with her as the doors began to open for her.

"Interesting," Graciela quirked a half smile and stepped just outside the cell. She tilted her head and moved eyes across the Legends. "You must be that desperate."

"We let you go, might as well be a little nicer," Sara mumbled and started heading out, prompting the others to do the same.

Graciela made an amused expression before swaying her way after the team. None of them saw it fade away the moment she stepped into the corridors and took notice of the familiar hallways. Her demeanor changed into that of dark glumness. It didn't change when she walked into the main room of the ship, the bridge, and she eyed all of its features.

"I take it you're all responsible for the destruction of the Time Masters' organization?" Graciela asked with hints of amusement no one could understand. Seeing their strange looks, she added, "I wasn't a big fan of them and they weren't huge fans of my work either."

"You knew about them?" Stein inquired. Graciela nodded. "I thought they were on a strict need-to-know-basis."

"I knew Rip before he went into their training as well as another friend there...and I may have been arrested by them for some unauthorized time traveling I did a year ago."

"What do you mean?" Jax raised an eyebrow at her. Her revelation put all of the Legends on edge. Exactly who did Rip want them to find!?

"The Time Masters backed my city's previous dictator in his, uh, experiments towards the undesirable," Graciela brought her fingers up to make air quotation marks. "The scum of the cities, the criminals — like me. I decided that I didn't like the way things were going and since neither Rip nor our other friend, Kai, could do anything about it, I decided to take matters into my own hands. It didn't end well...clearly." She gestured to herself.

"What kind of experiments did they do?" Ray asked.

"The kind where they take people and you never see them again," she answered bluntly.

"Okay," Sara called them to order. She was standing by the prime computer, waiting for everyone to listen. Graciela turned to the blonde, not quite liking the style in which she was being treated. "Look, we called you in—"

Graciela clicked her tongue and waggled a finger at Sara. "No, we established you did not 'call me'."

Sara conceded and continued. "We found the letter..." She motioned Ray to do something and before Graciela knew it, Ray was holding out the worn out, yellowish, folded letter. Graciela looked like she would rather hold lava rocks than the letter as she took it from Ray. She did not unfold it, however. "There was an incident in one of our travels," Sara began again. "And...while we're all together again, we can't find Rip anywhere. We need you to help us find him...and in the meantime be the Captain of the Waverider."

"And if I say no?"

Sara really did not like the woman's challenging attitude but, for the sake of their team, she let it go. "We would really appreciate it if you did. Rip would have appreciated it too."

"No, he wouldn't have," Graciela looked around the room with a type of glumness that the others noticed. "Believe me."

"Why wouldn't he?" Stein frowned. "He wrote the letter asking us to find—"

"I know what the letter said," Graciela cut him off with a loud voice, startling them. "When Rip wrote that letter it was a very different time, alright? We were young and stupid and a lot of time has passed by since then. Things changed." Her voice hardened with clear feelings. "Truth is, I haven't seen Rip in years."

"So you had problems, big deal," Sara said rather blankly. "If Rip wanted to, he would have destroyed the letter and maybe written another one, but he didn't—"

"You don't know that," Graciela pointed at her.

"No, but it's sort of all we have and we're taking it. Whatever happened should be forgotten when he's gone missing. You're all that's left for him, alright? He lost his wife and his son, so if you're the one that can help us find him, then you're coming."

Graciela was left dumbfounded by Sara's words. Had she just said that Rip lost...? "He what?" She swallowed hard. "He lost Miranda and Jonah?" She didn't wait for Sara to answer and instead looked at the others for their expressions. It seemed like only Nate was clear of any feelings. "Oh my God."

Sara felt for the woman's shock but they couldn't waste time. Rip was gone and possibly in danger. They needed to work fast. "Look, we need guidance right now, and most of all we need someone who understands the logic of all this timeline crap."

Graciela sighed, looking and feeling frustrated. "You don't understand — he wouldn't want me here!"

"But he's not here!" Sara snapped. "So get over that. We—" she motioned to the team, "—need you."

"You don't get it, I am the worst candidate to lead a time traveling team. I don't follow all the stupid time line crap that comes with the job."

Jax chuckled. "Then I think you're the perfect Captain."

Graciela briefly smiled for his words. She looked around the bridge and, to her aching heart, everything remained the same as the last time she was on-board. "Gideon," she called the A.I. softly.

"Yes, Miss Haynez?"

"Is he in danger?"

"I am not certain but if I may say, he chose not to get rid of the letter."

Graciela's eyes lowered. That certainly boosted her mood but she was quick to squash it down with the reminder of the reasons they were no longer amicable with each other. Still, if Rip was in danger and something happened to him she would never forgive herself. She would just have to start with the team he supposedly put together. If they were good enough on their own, she would handle them from afar — checking in every now and then — until Rip was back. "A trial," she settled. "24 hours to see what you are and what you can do. If I see, in all honesty, that you don't need me, I get to leave but—" she was quick to say when she saw Sara opening her mouth, "—I would still help you from afar. Believe me, if I don't have to be on this ship then I won't be. But I will always try to help Rip if he needs it."

Sara nodded her head. "Fine."

Graciela's lips stretched into a smile. "You're trial starts now."

Sara rolled her eyes and moved around the computer table to bring up the newest aberration. She did, though, notice Graciela stroking Rip's letter in her hands. The brunette was lost in some thoughts until Mick's gruff voice pulled her out from it.

"1942, why does it always have to be 1942?" Mick wondered out loud after looking into the newest aberration.

"Maybe we should stop trying that year." Even Jax had to agree with Mick on that one. Considering it was the place where they lost Rip and nearly died themselves, the year was left pretty tarnished for them.

"We gotta go back," Sara shrugged, not having a second doubt about it.

"Graciela!" Ray quickly called, startling the woman across them. She turned around with half-widened eyes. "Looks like you get to observe us quicker than you thought. How do you feel about 1942?"

The expression on Graciela's face was unreadable.

~ 0 ~

The year of the 40s was never a popular one in history and as the team now strode down a street, Graciela figured she could've done without meeting it. "What exactly were we here for?" she asked Sara as the two waited outside a symposium while the rest of the team was scattered around the building.

"Just a quick change in history," Sara shrugged. "Nothing big." She glanced at the brunette with a smirk, "Sorry for no real observation this time."

"You know, I don't know how you expect me to actually lead this team if none of you like me. I don't think it was the same story with Rip, was it?"

"Nah," Sara swayed her head as she tried remembering their early days on the Waverider, "Well, we did punch him sometimes…"

"Do that to me and I promise you it'll be the last story you ever tell," Graciela darkly warned her, but Sara responded with a wide smirk.

"Don't do what Rip did then."

Eventually the team regrouped outside the symposium where, apparently, they had finished altering time just a smidge with Albert Einstein.

"What do you guys say we get outta 1942?" Sara asked them while already making way for the Waverider. However, the sound of a gun cocking made them stop and look back.

A different team assembled by peculiar people had gathered outside, all apparently against the Legends.

"Not until you answer a few questions," one of the team, a man, warned.

"We're the Justice Society of America," a dark-skinned woman stepped forwards, "And you're coming with us."

"Oh, my God," Nate sucked in a breath at the sight of a middle-aged man dress mostly in blue, red and white, "You're Commander Steel."

"Whoa, whoa. Just relax. We're all friends here," Ray stepped forwards with his hands raised.

Jax also shared the same innocence as Ray. "Rex Tyler told us about the JSA. You guys are awesome. Hey. The name's Jax."

The same man Nate had directed words to responded. "Rex never mentioned any of you. Mind telling us what you were doing impersonating OSS agents?"

Graciela was eyeing the opposing team's statute and easily saw this going wrong if this team — the Legends apparently — didn't know how to fight well.

"It's quite simple, actually. We were protecting Albert Einstein from Nazi agents who were attempting to kidnap him and force him to build an atomic bomb in the future," Stein explained. "Time travel. It's... it's hard to explain."

"You can take all the time you need. In custody," the dark-skinned woman smiled sarcastically.

Nate tried to interject as he moved towards Commander Steel. "Whoa, take it easy. Let's talk for a minute. I mean, after all, you're my-" but he was easily punched to the ground.

Graciela slapped a hand across her forehead as the Legends jumped straight into action to fight. "Don't fight, you idiots!" she screamed but, of course, no one listened to her. She barely had time to react when a man dressed in near all black jumped in front of her. Immediately she tried throwing in some punches but the man proved to be more smoke than anything else.

"What the—" she was punched across the face and knocked flat on her back.

"Obsidian, shut off the lights!" the man named Steel ordered from afar.

Graciela's attacker, Obsidian, obeyed and with a golden staff had smoke cover the area, turning everything dark. The only source of light came from Firestorm who was still flying in the air avoiding the star-spangled woman repeatedly firing at them with her own staff.

Graciela raised her head, feeling it groggy but still able to see what was happening. What she saw was disaster from her 'team'. Before they knew it, each one had been brought down by their opponent.

~ 0 ~

"You just had to mention time travel, didn't you?" Sara glumly asked from inside the large cage they had all been pushed into.

"Yeah, well, at least he didn't throw the first punch," Ray said from his side of the cage.

"I'm perfectly capable of defending myself, Raymond," Stein shot him a look, although he missed the one Sara threw him afterwards.

"I'm pretty sure that you got knocked out by a teenager in a star-spangled leotard."

"Her name's Stargirl," Nate informed her, not that anyone really cared.

"Did anybody catch her regular-person name?" Jax not-so-discreetly inquired.

"I'm surprised you didn't ask for her number," Graciela rolled her eyes. "I see the whole 'men' thing never really changed throughout time."

"Oh, so it's my fault that we got our asses handed to us?"

"No," Graciela said plainly before clarifying it completely, "It's all of your faults." She threw looks at each and everyone of the team.

"Excuse me?" Sara raised an eyebrow, making a threatening advance on her.

"You asked me to observe and this is something I observed," Graciela reminded her. "You're all uncoordinated because you're doing your own things. Honestly, how did Rip ever control you?"

"Badly if you asked me," Mick mumbled.

"You guys, just listen to me for two…" Nate tried cutting in but Mick cut him out.

"Pretty, shut up. If I recall, you were late coming to the party."

"All of you need to shut up!" Graciela raised her voice to get her own words in. "This was a ten minute trip into 1942 and look where we are? I can't imagine what a day of travel would consist for you!"

"We've never been tracked before like this," Ray tried to make themselves look better in front of the woman.

"It's because they're the Justice Society of America, the single greatest secret force this country has ever known," Nate finally got his comment in.

Sara turned on him, arms crossed. "If it's so secret, how do you know about them?"

"Because his Nazi handlers have briefed him, no doubt," Commander Steel walked into the room along with the dark-skinned woman.

Nate sighed at the accusation. "Look, I'm not a Nazi. I'm a historian."

"Here we go with the time travel nonsense again," mumbled the woman.

Nate scowled at her and, like to end all doubts, recited, "070233."

The simple set of numbers attracted the attention of Commander Steel. "What?"

"Those are numbers on your dog tags. They're not disclosed on any documents, military or otherwise."

"How do you know that?"

"You gave these to your wife after the birth of your son in 1955. The dent in the front was from an assassin's bullet when you saved President Roosevelt in 1939. Your son passed them down to his son, me."

There was an awkward silence following the next minutes, and suddenly Commander Steel ordered the woman with him to do something in a low mumble. Shooting them a look, the woman went off to do whatever had been asked of her.

"You're opening the door," Graciela leaned off the bars of the cage once the man proceeded to unlock the cage door. "That's a good sign." She then sent a look at Nate. "You should have spoken up before, moron."

The team of Legends were led out of the cage and down a hallway. No one uttered a word until they reached another room equipped with various machines of the period. The rest of the JSA stood there waiting for them with one particular man in front.

"Mr. Tyler," Stein recognized.

Jax relaxed then, thinking it was all going to get better. "See? Rex Tyler. Told you we knew the guy."

However, Rex remained in the dark. "I don't know you. Any of you. Tell me what the heck is going on here."

Sara sighed, moving forwards to explain. "Well, we tried explaining…"

But Rex cut her off. "I'm sorry, ma'am, I was addressing the team leader," he gestured for Stein.

The elder man was surprised by the confusion but nonetheless went on to explain. "Uh...uh... oh. Oh, well, simply put, we've come here as time travelers to identify aberrations in history and correct them."

"We're superheroes, like you guys," Ray simplified but earned himself a very mocking laugh from Stargirl.

"You think you're just like us?"

"Listen leotard," Graciela then took a step towards her, "This team tries to make history continue as it should be for both past and future. Yours will be lucky to take care of the world for only about thirty more years so if I were you, I'd button up that mouth of yours." Behind Graciela, there were several affectionate smirks in regards to her words. They were beginning to see for real now why Rip would choose her to lead the team in his absence. "They protect history," she finished.

"It's pretty important. In the future, you risk your own life to save us, Mr. Tyler," Stein once again tried to explain.

"How do you know my name?"

Jax groaned. "Because you told us your name in 2016. You sent our ship down and told us not to come to 1942 before you disappeared."

Rex leaned back to his other team members and mumbled. "You might've been onto something with the Bellevue idea."

A phone ringing interrupted the conversation. It turned out to be the president of the time, FDR, who needed the JSA to help.

"All right, we have to move out. Baron Krieger's been spotted in Paris," Rex informed the rest of his team.

"If it's permissible, sir, I'll fly ahead and record Krieger's movements," the dark-skinned woman offered.

"Sensible, as always."

"We could help you out with that. Fighting Nazis is kind of our thing," Jax also offered but had less results.

"Yeah. Last time we tried, we ended up at the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean," Mick reminded.

"We can handle Adolf's buddies," Rex assured. "I think it's best for the 20th Century if…"

"For us to leave it?" Stein asked with discreet hope.

"And that's why you're team leader."

"Well, I guess we'll be on our way, then…" Stein looked at his team members urging them to quickly leave before someone changed their minds.

~0~

"Well that was a disaster," Graciela was the first to speak after entering the ship. "Was there supposed to be something else to see? You know, something that might make it alright to leave you without supervision?" Because now she wasn't so sure that leaving them on their own would guarantee a quick and safe return for Rip.

Even though mostly everyone wanted to snap back at her, no one could come up with a reason that would defend them. Graciela was far too irritated to continue being in the same room. She left without another word.

"I've never met such an uncoordinated team in my life, and that's saying something," she was muttering to herself as she strode down the corridor. She came to a brief stop in order to calm herself and remind herself why she was there in the first place.

After taking her moment - actually several moments - she made way back to the main room only to find everyone else gone. She did spy, however, someone in the side room and went in to find Nate checking out photographs on a computer screen.

"Did everybody go plan how to throw me out the ship?" Graciela made her entrance with mild humor.

Nate smiled at her but kept looking at the screen. "I actually thought you made a good point back there."

"Then why didn't you say anything? I could've used the numbers," Graciela leaned on the threshold. "I'm, uh, not exactly all that like-able if you haven't noticed."

"I'm not technically part of their team either, so…" Nate put a finger to his mouth.

"Well technically neither am I - means I like you just a bit more than the others right now," Graciela then thought for a moment before adding, "And maybe Ray too." She studied the content on the screen for real and hummed. "The actual JSA. In my time, they were known as legends or myths...who would've thought they were actually real." Nate raised one hand silently. "Right," Graciela laughed. "Well, they're a very good functioning team based from what I saw. They were precise, professional, in constant agreement...everything a team needs to be in order to win their opponent."

"You seem to know a lot about teams and leading," Nate remarked off-handedly, "Care to give me a little insight?"

Graciela pursed her lips and looked straight ahead, this case finding the screen again, with her hands on her hips. "So, this is Grandpa then?" she changed the subject calmly.

Although seeing her tactic, Nate went along with it, figuring she wasn't ready to disclose her personal life. "Yeah. Pictures of him are hard to find. You just got to know where to look."

Graciela studied the photograph of a soldier fighting off another solder - the grandfather - and smiled. "I can't imagine what it must be like meeting your ancestor, must have been something?"

"You would think so, right? But... I don't know. Felt empty somehow."

"You have to understand from your grandfather's perspective," Graciela turned to face him. "You just basically dumped his entire future on him. Might be a little shell-shocked."

"Yeah…"

"Just out of curiosity, what are you in this team?"

That question caught Nate off guard for a minute. "Um, well...like I said...I'm not exactly part of the team—"

"But what are you?" asked Graciela again, now more curious. "From what I got, Sara and Mick are criminals, um Jax and professor Stein are like...a burning man, Ray says he's got a suit somewhere...and you?"

"A historian," Nate answered with a wide smile that spelled out his embarrassment. "I actually helped rescue the team after Captain Hunter's accident."

"Ah, so then you do have value," Graciela playfully patted his arm. "I'll be sure to remember that if I do end up leading this team."

"You'd want me around?" Nate made a face, apparently surprised by this news.

"Girl who didn't really pay attention in history class," Graciela pointed at herself for a moment then pointed at him, "Actually, I never went to school so a Historian would be a perfect asset."

Nate glossed over the part of her missing school solely because they were brand new strangers. She didn't seem like the uneducated type because she certainly projected an air of knowledge. "Right," he nodded, and, by chance, reached for his neck only to realize his dog tags weren't there.

"What is it?" Graciela immediately noticed his nervousness.

"My grandfather's dog tags. They aren't around my neck."

"So?"

"So I haven't taken 'em off since I was a kid. They were here a minute ago, and now they've...vanished."

It didn't take two and two to know where they probably were. Nate rushed to the table where he had set his journal down.

"I get the feeling history is about to change…" Graciela slowly followed him to look at the journal as well.

"I'm reviewing my notes on the JSA and we have to go back to 1942."

"Um, Nate, the JSA was pretty explicit on us not going back to 1942."

"That mission the JSA went on to track down Baron Krieger in Paris, they're all gonna die there tomorrow."

And, of course, with that idea implanted, it was impossible to just leave things like that.

~ 0 ~

After careful consideration of how to infiltrate the JSA's mission, they settled for an easy poser plan. Stein was to play a favorite singer of Krieger - Max Lorenz - while the rest of the Legends scattered about in the underground speakeasy.

"No sign of Krieger or the JSA," Sara informed through the team's earpod system.

"Canvass the area and stay on the comms," Graciela then advised from another spot in the place.

"Think I got something," reported Ray as he spotted the dark-skinned woman in a fancy red dress, dancing with a man, "The lady with the animal powers. But she looks different."

"You mean hot," Jax corrected.

Ray rolled his eyes and made his way up to the woman. "May I?"

The woman frowned as her dancing partner walked away. "What are you doing? I'm on a covert mission."

Ray discreetly spoke as the two began a normal dance. "Not for long. You and your team are all 24 hours away from being killed."

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm a time traveler, remember? Something changes in the future, and you all die."

"But if we do, how do you know it's not because of your team?"

Ray looked to the side as he considered that idea. "Hadn't thought of that." Without another word, he took her hand and led her back to the others. "Look who I found, and she's thrilled we've offered our help."

A middle-aged man walked up to Stein, along with another man at his side. "Herr Lorenz, I must introduce you to General Gerd von Rundstedt. He's a huge fan."

Stein cleared his throat, nervously answering, "Oh, lovely to meet you, General."

The other man, Gerd, eyed him suspiciously. "You are Max Lorenz? Lorenz is well over 6 feet tall."

"Ah. My towering voice often causes people to overestimate my height."

"Perhaps you will treat us to a song, Mr. Lorenz?"

Sara stepped in and moved to Stein's side. "Maxie has a concert tomorrow night and needs to rest his pipes."

"I insist, Fraulein. And, uh, please-" Gerd threw a look towards Jax, "-no Negro music."

As he walked away with the other man, Jax nearly lunged for him, "I sw…"

"Shhh," Graciela and Mick grabbed him back. "It wouldn't be worth it."

"It'd be a little worth it," Jax mumbled.

"Heads up. Baron Krieger just arrived," Nate informed as he watched the very man come in through the entrance doors.

Stein was forcibly brought up to the stage where he would, inevitably, sing a song for the audience. The others were nervous this would be the end of their undercover mission, but surprisingly Stein ended up singing a well to-do song. In the meantime, Nate had inched closer to where Krieger had sat down with another man, and when he listened in to what the plan was - an exchange of an ancient amulet - he announced it through the team earpods.

"Meaning it's time to go," Graciela looked at Sara, who instantly agreed. Sara turned towards the stage, signaling Stein to get off fast, before leaving herself.

Unfortunately, there was only time for a couple steps before a loud noise erupted from another side of the room. Ray had punched someone, starting a fight. Stein, still as Max Lorenz, was taken by German men to be protected in a separate room while the rest were left to fend for themselves. In the end, however, all went down along with the remainder of Germans as the JSA had finally arrived to put things to an end.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Steel demanded from all of them.

Stein slowly re-emerged from the room he'd been kept in and answered nervously, "We came back to...to rescue you."

"Worst team...ever," Graciela muttered as she rose to sit upright, cracking her neck.

"I don't exactly see you pulling your weight," Sara snapped. Graciela rolled her eyes and said nothing more.

~0~

The dark-skinned woman, now identified as Amaya, walked around the commanding table with mild interest. "If we're meant to be impressed by all this technology, it has the opposite effect. It only makes you that much more dangerous."

Ray tried not to look so offended by that. "Well, and there's evidence to support that, but I think what's important now is for all us to stop arguing."

"Does your team ever stop arguing?"

"Don't count me in this," Graciela was the last to come into the room, "I barely met them this morning."

"I think what we're all trying to say is we're gonna help you whether you like it or not," Sara nicely informed the other team. "You're going after Krieger. We know where he's going next."

"And given the laws of temporal mechanics, if you die, your grandson ceases to exist," Graciela felt it important to remind Steel. "They might be bumpy but if they had Rip as a Captain then they've had to learn something along the way."

"Well, I don't pretend to understand any of this time travel bunk, but these fellas do have a timeship," Steel looked at his members. "Might come in handy."

Amaya was still eyeing them like they were children in need of some care. "And having them as our back-up might be the only way to keep them out of trouble."

"Let's put it to a vote, then," Rex suggested and soon raised his hand, followed by the rest of his members...and the Legends. "The ayes have it."

"Did your reconnaissance at the club yield any usable intel?" Steel inquired.

Sara motioned to be followed into the side room. "Only to map the area."

"Bringing one online now," Gideon's voice startled Amaya.

"What was that?"

"AI. A talking computer."

"What's a computer?" Steel barely asked before Gideon pulled up the map on the screen.

"There. The Fontainebleau Forest," Sara out her hands together.

"Now, I saw a few of Krieger's men studying a map of it," Amaya walked up to it. "That must be where Krieger's planning on making the exchange."

"Nate overheard Krieger talking about making a trade for something called an Askaran Amulet," Sara explained.

"Hitler has long amassed ancient artifacts such as this one. He may want the amulet because it conveys some sort of occult power."

"Then we need to get moving," Sara said and was agreed upon.

"We should have both teams gear up while Dr. Stein and I finalize the details," Rex said, glancing at Stein who had remained in the bridge with the others. Sara rolled her eyes but never corrected him on who was the leader. Why bother?

~0~

"How are things with your grandfather?" Graciela was asking Nate as they walked down a ship corridor, en route to the bridge to finalize the plan.

"You know, I think he's avoiding me for some reason…" Nate shrugged, no more surprised.

"Shell shocked, I'm telling you," Graciela tried to excuse the behavior of the man. Her eyes narrowed on a blotch of blood on one of Nate's sleeves which still looked pretty fresh.

Nate followed her eyes to his arm and pretended to only just realize. "Oh, one of the Nazis at the club had a knife."

"Well, that should have stopped bleeding by now…"

"I'm just gonna get a new bandage…" Nate started a hastier walk away but Graciela called him back.

"To go with your bruise?" she innocently smiled. "I wasn't peeking or anything but...while we were in the changing room I saw a bruise - and a fresh one too."

"Well, you know how fragile we historians can be…"

Graciela turned her head sideways, her knowing smile gracing her lips. "I don't think this isn't fragility. I didn't go to school but trust me when I say I grew up learning alright. We don't have hemophiliacs in the 22nd century anymore but I remember what it is. Your blood doesn't clot, wounds can't heal, and if it's bad, you can bleed to death."

"Yeah, well," Nate wasn't sure what to say next, "you don't have to worry about that."

He tried walking away again but she hurried after him. "If I become leader you're damn right I'm gonna worry. You could've died tonight!"

"But I didn't. In fact, it was the opposite. I never felt more alive."

"What? So fighting is like...a thing now? Let me tell you that fighting has a lot more complexity than you think," snapped Graciela, displaying a burst of emotions she'd yet to showcase since her arrival. "I also know my fair share of fights."

Mate sighed and went to explain calmly this time. "When I was five years old, I cut my knee, and my mother wouldn't let me out of the house till I was 16. I'm a grown man. I can make my own decisions."

"I'm pretty sure it didn't cover time travel. I cannot let you go out there tomorrow, knowing that you could get killed."

"You're not a team leader yet," Nate reminded as a last resort.

"This isn't about being a team leader, it's about being mature and understanding one's limits." Graciela sighed, putting one hand to her forehead. "Look if you go out there I'm telling the rest about your condition."

"Childish," Nate spat. "Don't you think?"

"No, responsible," Graciela softly corrected before walking past him. "I try to do that now."

~0~

It wasn't difficult locating the lorys of the Germans coming in to do the exchange. While Professor Stein, Graciela, Nate and Jax stayed behind on the ship to commandeer, the others went out.

"We've spotted the Baron's caravan," they heard through the ship's comm.

"Then get to it," Graciela ordered suavely.

From their end all they could see was the team member's position. On the other end, fighting was ensuing.

They had taken on each of German soldiers while Ray and Amaya - who preferred to be called Vixen in the field - went in search for Krieger who'd taken off.

"The mission is the amulet," Stein reminded over the comm. but was responded by Steel.

"Our mission is Krieger!"

Graciela ungraciously groaned. "We don't have time for this. Ray, Vixen, go after Krieger now!"

However, Ray and Vixen were met with a monstrosity version of Krieger. He'd grown several feet high and with some muscles, resembling a gray version of the Hulk.

"What the hell was that?" Jax asked for everyone on the ship after hearing a loud roar.

"We're under attack. It's Krieger!" Ray frantically exclaimed. "He turned into a…" But he soon yelled and was no longer responsive. Even Vixen had disappeared after shouting they needed backup.

"Their comms. are down," Graciela busied herself with the table screen hoping to get some sort of response from the lost two.

~ 0 ~

With the team regrouped - both of them - the discussion of how to retrieve Ray and Amaya began.

"We have the amulet…" Obsidian remarked, holding the retrieved amulet in his gloved hand. "Now what?"

"Well, I thought keeping Ray and Amaya alive was the obvious priority," Graciela crossed her arms, coming to the conclusion that this was pretty much only the Legends' priority.

"Actually, our first priority is destroying the Baron and whatever serum is making him indestructible," came the conclusive response from Rex.

"Perhaps we could propose a trade?" Obsidian once again waved the amulet. "Their lives for the Amulet."

"Unfortunately, the amulet's not ours to barter with."

"We need an extraction plan, people," Sara sighed loudly.

However, Rex once again rejected the idea. "We need to eliminate the threat. Now, Professor Stein, please, tell us, what is your plan of action?"

"Okay," Graciela raised her hands in the air to stop them all from arguing. "We need to calm down and wait for your two members—" she pointed at Rex, "—to heal from the last fight and then think of what we can do."

"And who put you in charge?"

"Well," Graciela glanced back at the others, "You might be from 1942 but I am from 2166 meaning I have more than enough authority to outrank you. Care to work on a plan then?"

Because there was no time to waste, Rex agreed...but he did mumble something about not being a proper leader to Graciela. Taking out blueprints and maps and setting them on the side room table, the two teams gathered to come up with reasonable plans.

"...and we approach from the southwest, destroy the weapons lab and the Baron in one move," Rex finished his idea of a plan.

"Except for the last time we faced him, he took out both of our teams," Sara pointedly reminded; she was no where in the mood to face another monster.

"The last time, we weren't being backed by a squadron of B-17s."

"Wait," Graciela shook her head, "Then how do we get Ray and Amaya out before the bombs start falling?"

"We don't," Rex plainly answered.

Graciela took a moment to stare at him for any hint of a joke but when it didn't come she bluntly responded with, "I don't play that game."

"This conflict is bigger than any one of us!" Rex snapped. "If it means ending the war one day sooner, Amaya would happily make that sacrifice."

"There's no need for it," Graciela raised her voice to match his. "I will not have people sacrificing themselves willy-nilly, not anymore."

Sara tilted her head at those last two words. For the meantime, she wouldn't comment on it because of the sake of time...but she would bring it up later. "Listen," she took the conversation into another direction, "Neither of you know Ray like I do, and I know that he has a plan to get out of that bunker. We just need to give him time…"

"Which means giving the Nazis time," Rex rubbed his temples, beginning to get frustrated. "I'm calling in the strike."

"We can't let you do that," Graciea moved to where Sara stood. For once in that day, they were on the same page.

"You don't have the authority," Rex once again resorted to his default thought.

"Yes, she does," Sara straightened up, swinging one arm around Graciela's shoulders, causing the brunette to send her an odd look. They were definitely not on a touching basis either. "Because we elected her as our team leader and you gotta respect that."

"...well...I say we rescue the people," Graciela declared, still trying to overcome her surprise from Sara's action.

"And how do you suppose to do that?" Rex challenged, but Graciela had already been thinking about it and simply smirked.

~ 0 ~

Firestorm flew high in the air towards the German bunkers, shooting fire around it to cause a decent amount of chaos for the soldiers to get distracted with. Down on the ground, the others - save Graciela and Nate - took care of the incoming soldiers who got past the blasts.

"Mick!" Sara called as the man was nearing a potential blow from a soldier. However, someone else shot the opponent with a gun.

Mick turned around and saw Ray hurrying towards them, along with Amaya. "Thanks, Haircut." He then dug into his pocket and pulled out a small silver box containing Ray's miniaturized Atom suit. "I believe this belongs to you."

"Oh!" Ray took that with delight.

"If you're all done reuniting," came Graciela's voice over their ear pods, "May I remind you of the bombs heading your way?"

"For once I think she's right," Mick said to his other members before making a clean run for it.

"But Herr Krieger is here right now!" They heard Steel call from his spot. He was trying to shoot the now monstrous Krieger but the bullets proved to be useless as they were knocked down on the ground. Steel realized this wouldn't finish there so he rose up, "Come on, you Nazi bastard," he called and started running.

Krieger made a chase and followed him into the road. Bombs were beginning to fall and although there were many they hadn't yet caught either of them. Steel nearly fell on an abrupt stop when he heard engines nearing him.

"What are you doing here!?" he shouted at his future grandson who had somehow acquired a small motorcycle with a side passenger seat.

"Saving you!" Nate motioned him to get into the motorcycle. "Get on!"

Steel clambered inside and allowed Nate to go at full speed again. Krieger was hot on their trail with one arm repeatedly reaching for them. Nate pulled on the handles to hopefully earn more speed but that was not the case. Just when it seemed like Krieger was about to get them, a bomb dropped flat on him. Nate swerved into a stop and the two men glanced back to see Krieger down.

"He's dead," Steel breathed and had to laugh. "You did it. You saved us!"

But the two men barely had time to cheer when another bomb dropped on them as well. They were blasted apart, each falling unconscious onto the ground.

~ 0 ~

"I don't know whether to be mad or nervous," Graciela admitted as she, along with Sara and Steel, watched Gideon attempt to heal Nate's severe blood loss in the medbay.

"I'm afraid Mr. Heywood's vitals are dropping," Gideon announced a minute later.

"There's got to be something on board this tub to get him back on his feet. You people are from the future, for God's sake!" Steel had been controlling himself up until that moment.

"The bomb blast caused massive internal bleeding, and because his body lacks the normal clotting factor, there's only so much Gideon can do," Graciela explained in terms he would understand through his rage.

"How could you have let him out there like that?" Sara inquired not too much after.

"Me?" Graciela pointed at herself. "How could you have not checked that yourself before you came to meet me? Besides, I did warn Nate to stay here or I'd tell all of you and then bring him home. He doesn't listen...apparently," she gestured to Nate's current bloody self.

"So what do we do now?" Steel practically demanded from the two women, expecting an answer fast. He could see basic puddles of blood dripping from his grandson's body with each second that ticked by.

Suddenly, Ray burst into the room. "I think I can save him, with this!" he waved a tiny packet filled with bright blue liquid inside.

"Is that the Nazi serum that created that hideous berserker?" Graciela arched one eyebrow. "Are you mad? What am I saying - of course you are!"

Ray disregarded her as he went for the table with needles and other tools. "I did a little tinkering to the formula, so it should work…"

"You are not going to experiment on him!" Graciela's outburst made everyone quiet for a second. She realized her mistake and quickly stepped away. "We're not sure it could work," she spoke a minute later, much more calmer but Sara knew she was just faking it.

"It's his only chance," Ray said and moved to inject the serum into Nate's arm.

Sara moved over to the wall screen that showed the vitals of the man. "So what will it do now?"

"With any luck, save his life," Ray looked up to see how the vitals were doing on the screen.

"How do we know if it's working?" Steel asked.

"He's not dead yet, so that's a good sign," Graciela inched closer to where Sara stood by the screen. "And he's not turning into a Nazi berserker."

The screen beeped and so Sara leaned closer to read some of the updates. Her eyebrows raised upwards, clearly surprised. "His vitals are improving. He's stabilizing."

"I apologize then," Graciela said to Ray right afterwards who took the words with a sheepish smile. "And I will scold the hell out of him—" she threw a pointing thumb at the unconscious Nate, "—when he wakes up."

~ 0 ~

When all things were said and done, and the JSA finally took their way back to 1942, the Legends - except Nate - gathered in the main room as per call of Gideon on behalf of Graciela. When they arrived, the brunette woman was standing by the center table looking at something on its computer screen.

"You know you seem to know your way around here more than we did when we first arrived," Sara commented and crossed her arms, getting that suspicious eye again.

"Yeah but, she's from 2166 remember?" Ray said as it should have been obvious Graciela would have more knowledge than all of them.

Graciela shut off the screen on the table and raised her head to see the team. "I was looking at your profiles," she began to explain, despite the comment Sara had made. "I like knowing who's on my team and I must say I'm a bit perplexed as to why Rip chose you all."

"Hey—" Jax began in an offended tone when Graciela raised a hand to stop him.

"I meant I was only curious," she elaborated. "Rip was very picky when it came to forming relationships with people. I am not, honestly. What I am picky about, however, is how a team is to work. Because, ladies and gentlemen, this team does not work at 100% capacity."

"You said that already," Mick reminded.

"I did, and that's what I saw for most of the day. Miss Lance, our deal is up and my verdict is ready."

"Let us hear it," Sara put her hands behind her back, pretending to be oh-so-interested in the 'verdict' she already knew.

"This team is uncoordinated, unorganized, easily distracted by arguments, and frankly—" Graciela crossed her arms, "—you're all kinda rude." The Legends exchanged looks among each other and decided fairly quick she was probably right in all those aspects. "The last one isn't really a big problem. I am known to be that too but I am never unorganized."

"You have to understand," began Stein, "We are still trying to find ourselves without Rip here."

"No I get it," Graciela raised her hands in neutrality, "It's hard when you lose the team leader. And the fact that you're trying says a lot about who you are." She wasn't entirely sure what made Rip decide to bring these specific people on-board his precious ship. She didn't know how their relationship started but right now she was absolutely sure that they wanted nothing more than to bring back their Captain safe and sound. "I won't be helping from afar—I'll be here on the Waverider until we find Rip."

[lancetuckershairgel]

In honor of reaching 1,000 Followers I'm hosting a kinky celebration because my Smutty Seb Smut is the reason most of you are all here. All are encouraged to participate!

Deadline: January 18th

Entries can be either Moodboards or Drabbles.

RULES

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One prompt at a time per character. Once you have submitted your prompt and there are more available, you're welcome to choose another.

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Characters

Marvel:

Tony Stark

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes

Loki

Thor

Clint Barton

Natasha

Peter Parker (he must be over 18, please state that in your fic)

Wanda Maximoff

Dr Strange

Deadpool

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Castiel

Crowley

Lucifer

Gabriel

Abbadon

Rowena

Sebastian Stan

Bucky Barnes

Destroyer!Chris

Chris Beck

TJ Hammond

Jefferson

Jack Benjamin

Clay Appuzzo

Chase Collins

Hal Carter

Carter Baizen

Chris Evans

Steve Rogers

Frank Adler

Ransom

Lucas Lee

Definitely/Absolutely Roleplay:

Carter Squared (Hal Carter & Carter Baizen)

Jefferson x Chase Collins

Clay Appuzzo x Jack Benjamin

Jefferson x Hook or Jefferson x Hook x Chase

KINKS

Roleplay

Sensory Deprivation

DDLG/B(Taken: Bucky x Peter)

Masturbation

Threesome

Pet Play (Taken: Carter Squared)

Choking

Striptease/Lapdance

Hair Pulling

Marking (biting/hickies/cum)

Spanking

Public Sex

Lingerie (Taken: Bucky Barnes)

Aftercare

Voyerism/Exhibitionism

Teasing

Knife Kink

Body Worship

Face Sitting

Orgasm Denial

Anal

Shower Sex

Multiple/Forced Orgasm(Taken: Steve Rogers)

Pegging

Demon Sex or Blasphemy Kink

Hate Fucking/Angry Sex

Nipple Play

First Time Bondage

Temperature Play

Oral

[bittersweet231]

Hey if I posted a fanfic of mark jefferson x oc would anyone read it?

[fyrapartnersearch]

updated roleplay search

Hey there! Welcome to my search thread, and thank you for taking the time to look! You can call me storm. I'm someone who spends her free time binge watching tv I've already seen before when I could be watching something new, but meh. It has been a while since I posted any sort of ad, or done any sort of roleplaying. If I just vanished and never responded, super sorry about that. Life happens, ya know? Anyway, now I have the time again and would like to spend that time roleplaying. If we had something going before and you want to start that up again, cool. If not, cool. Below are just some boring guidelines, and then the fun starts.

•guidelines•

Style & length: I roleplay in the classic third person, past tense. I can write anywhere from a few sentences, to a few paragraphs. It really just depends on my mood and if I’m inspired or not. Sometimes I’m lazy, or prefer rapid fire and sometimes I prefer more thought out responses.

Characters: when were talking fandoms, I highly prefer canon x oc. I play my oc and your love interest and vice versa. Occasionally I do canon pairings, but I will specifically say if I want to do a canon pairing.

Reply time: I know very well we all have lives outside the internet, and we all get busy and can’t reply every hour of every day. All I ask is more than one response a week, and we’ll be good.

Extra: please don’t contact me about anything not on my list. I’ll change it when my cravings change. I ask that if you do wish to roleplay, you’re over 18. I like adult themes in my roleplays.

•roleplays•

Fandom cravings:

(Love interests are in parentheses.)

The Vampire Diaries. (Damon Salvatore.)

Twilight. (Edward Cullen.)

Ghost Whisperer. (Jim Clancy.)

Supernatural. (Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester.)

Doctor Who. (10th or 11th Doctor.)

Spiderman ps4 game. (Peter Parker.)

Hamilton. (Alexander Hamilton, Thomas Jefferson.) (I'm down for canon pairings for this, too.)

DCEU/Suicide squad/dc comics. (The Joker.)

Stranger Things. (Steve Harrington.)

50 shades of grey. (Christian Grey.)(Or something inspired by.)

Grey’s Anatomy. (Derek Shepherd, Mark Sloan.)

Original cravings:

(These are pretty vague, and I can go into detail of anything interests you.)

- Something like the craft? Something based of off horror movies? Jeepers Creepers? Halloween? Basically anything spooky.

- Solider x wife/girlfriend.

- good girl x bad boy

- City boy x small town girl

- City girl x small town boy

- Waitress x starving artist

- something based off of the x-files?

- Mafia.

- Sex addict x virgin

- Shy kid x rebel kid

- criminal x cop/detective.

- smut based roleplay.

- presidents daughter x secret service.

•contact•

email: crimsons427@gmail.com

discrod: crimson427#6731

[softgothsweetheart]

Colors {Out Of Time}

Paisley’s early morning consisted of nothing but cleaning the house and caring for Amelia, she’d had no morning classes. Amelia was rather quiet and hardly requested anything of her, making taking care of the house easier. Her aunt was at work and Mark was teaching class, which she had in the afternoon. Warren had agreed to pick her for it. Some time during the early morning she’d felt light headed and sick, Lee had figured Max had rewound for something.

“Can I get my juicy?” Amelia asked, making grabby hands at it. Paisley nodded, taking it from the island and walking, setting it on the kitchen table where her cousin immediately picked it up. They were waiting for the bus to take Amelia to her preschool, when she left that meant Lee could leave. The cartoons loudly played, her cousin was so focused on them. Paisley sat on the couch watching them, backpack in hand when a searing pain passed through her head and she winced.

Flashes of the storm, horrible ones. It seemed to be getting bigger, worse, more destructive. She gasped and sat up, the flashes stopped playing behind her eyelids and instead Amelia was in front of her, giving her a funny yet concerned look.

“Pailey—my bus is here!” Lee nodded, standing up and picking up her cousin, placing her on her hip. She kissed her forehead and walked outside, down the four steps and up to the bus where she set Amelia down and handed her the princess backpack that was newly bought for her.

As Amelia climbed on the bus and the bus drove away, Paisley noticed the storm clouds rolling in fast. She went inside and changed into a pair of Nate’s sweatpants and one of her oversized shirts with some gym shoes. She put her hair in a bun, ignoring her messy bangs and instead putting on a light shade of lipstick as her phone buzzed.

Warren > I’m outside.

Paisley < Alright, be out in a minute.

She grabbed her umbrella and her bookbag filled with what she needed for her classes. Paisley turned off the TV, locked the doors and closed the windows, locking the front door behind her and getting into Warren’s car.

“Nice car, Warren. I can’t wait until I get my license.”

“Trust me, the test is fucking difficult.”  He turned to face her, and she fully saw his black eye, she immediately felt bad.

“Sorry about your eye.”

“Hey—you didn’t punch me.”

“I mean… I guess?” She said as if it were a question, she was very unsure. She’d told Nathan about Max being in the bathroom.

“Your cheek doesn’t look well either.”

“Thanks.” She laughed as he finally took off.

“So yesterday, you wanna explain? I- I mean you don’t have to if you don’t wanna.” He drove carefully and expertly, much unlike her. Though she’d never know because she had never driven.

“Nothing. Max and I got in trouble. When I went to see what Nathan knew, he figured out they weren’t my polaroids—meaning there was more than just me in the bathroom.”

“Why was Nathan in the girls’ bathroom?”

“Long story.”

“You’ll understand if I’m skeptical, right? I mean, you hang out with the Vortex Club.” Paisley scoffed, rolling her eyes and searching through her bag for her cigarettes.

“It’s not like I had a choice. Uncle Mark says Nathan and Victoria have good eyes when it comes to photography. He’s the one who got me into the club.” He sighed in relief.

“I’m glad you didn’t join willingly, you don’t fit in. In a good way, I mean.” He corrects himself and it made Paisley just a little bit happier, despite the weather. She’d long given up searching for her cigarettes, coming to a conclusion that she’d left them at home.

“Thanks Warren.” She watched him closely as he parked, watching his fluffy hair and his brown eyes. Some things she liked about him. His short laugh broke her reverie.

“We have to get to class.”

“Yup, thanks for the ride.”

“Anytime. Study well, Paisley.”

“You too doctor Graham.” Warren had gone straight into the building while she remained outside, when she went to the main campus she saw Max pulling up. Paisley went inside the school, Max wasn’t far behind as she went into the photography classroom, briefly greeting her uncle who was occupied with Kate Marsh. First noticeable thing was Nathan and Victoria sitting on Max’s desk, something she’d undoubtedly get pissed about.  

Paisley unpacked her stuff right cross from Stella. Just her camera was all she really needed. She had good memory and could always right it down later if she wished. The sky outside of the big windows seemed to get darker, gloomy. It was depressing. When Lee looked up at her uncle, he was now talking to Max who seemed to be focused or arguing something important.

When she’d come in, she’s noticed Nathan and Victoria sitting on her table, she’d rolled her eyes and walked past. Lee turned and heard bits and pieces of the petty arguing from them before the Vortex Club king and queen removed themselves and chose to stand in a corner, probably gossiping some more about her. That’s when Warren had come in, heading towards Max, that’s when Paisley went over too. He was quickly made to leave, and she took her shot.

“You knew the girl from the bathroom? You didn’t tell me.” She whispered, careful of Nathan who was exiting right behind Warren.

“She was my best friend since forever. I didn’t realize it was her and I didn’t realize I had to tell you everything.” Max glared at her, two could play at that game.

“You’re causing that fucking storm, Max, you’d best stop now.” She warned, sitting back at her desk again.

“We have a lot to cover today, and so little time, as usual. I see the usual suspects here… anybody seen Kate Marsh?” he looked around, trying to find someone to answer as Victoria snickered.

“I think everyone has seen Kate Marsh by now.” Mark wanted Victoria to be his next model? She was like all three of the Plastics in one with an extra Gretchen and Karen just for the hell of it. Taylor chuckled at Tori’s joke, paisley knew what they’d done was anything but hilarious.

“She’s not feeling good.” Alyssa covered for Kate, and Lee began zoning out on the beginning of her uncle’s lecture. The lecture on chiaroscuro was nothing but white noise to her until a loud shout came and startled her.

“Yo, some crazy shit is going down at the girls’ dorm! Check it!” Mark scolded Zachary, but the obnoxious football player had already gone. Everyone made haste to leave and Lee was no exception, she and Max, along with the rest of her class had made it to the courtyard and saw what their classmates did. Up on the roof, in the middle of the rain, Kate Marsh stood on the edge of the roof and ready to jump. So, she did, both Lee and Max rewound.

The impact of them rewinding meant Kate was a few feet away from the ledge, Max had a headache and a bloody nose, but Paisley was fine. When Kate had jumped again, they were outside of the door to the dormitory. This time it froze, time froze, and they exchanged a look before Max went up to the roof to save her. She’d made it in time too, Paisley watched as she convinced her to come down from the roof. When Kate tumbled away from the ledge into Max’s arms, she sighed in relief and glanced at Nathan who seemed to be in shock.

After Kate was taken to the hospital in an ambulance, classes were cancelled for the day, announced before the large crowd has dispersed. And paisley decided if she didn’t need to be on campus, she was safe to go anywhere she pleased.

Instead of choosing to go somewhere with Nathan, she walked to the diner by herself and sat in a random booth, she ordered a burger but wasn’t sure if she could eat after what she’d seen. Paisley should’ve been hungry considering she hadn’t eaten since dinner last night. All she could do was pick at her burger, eating what she thought she could as she watched people enter and exit the diner.

Paisley paid and left the diner, deciding to walk around town. She’d seen it all already, so it didn’t matter. It’d been sunny again since Kate had been taken to the hospital but now the sun was setting after a gloomy day. She had to find Nathan or her uncle Mark, but she was hoping it was Nate. Lee couldn’t get over what happened to Kate since they had caused it. She was sure they’d still be on campus, so she went back there, only taking ten minutes before she arrived at the main campus. Paisley then spotted Warren and Max huddled close, talking. When Paisley looked back at what they were watching, she realized it was eclipse, now numb because of what she’d seen, she sat at a picnic table and captured it.

“Holy shit. The world’s gonna end.” She mumbled, sifting through the photos she’d taken. Paisley was so focused on her camera she didn’t hear the footsteps approaching her. Hands pulled her up roughly and to her feet.

“Hey!”

“Let’s go, Paisley.” Nate said, she barely had enough time to grab her bag before he’d let go and began walking away. He took a hit from his lit cigarette once more.

“Where are we going, Nate?”

“Do I need to answer that question. It’s ridiculous.” He’d slowed down for her in the parking lot and they both climbed into his truck. The drive to the decrepit barn was long and Nathan wasn’t saying a word, just smoked his third cigarette. Obviously a tell tale sign he was nervous and worried. Paisley put her headphones in and plucked the cigarette from his lips, taking a slow drag and trying to relax her fingers. She removed an ear bud, putting the music low as she blew the smoke out of the window.

“I prefer cigars.”

“They’re not much different from cigarettes. Jefferson let you smoke?”

“You think they give a shit at my house?” She asked. Her aunt and uncle didn’t care about anything she did so long as she cleaned the house and did what they said. They obviously didn’t mind her drinking or smoking or participating in doing drugs recreationally if they allowed her to be in the Vortex Club.

“Hey—kid, word of advice—don’t do stupid shit. That shit is bad for you, don’t follow my path, don’t end up like me.”

“I’m probably already headed down that road.”

“You may already know that shit—the shit we do—fucks us up and those girls. It’d fuck anyone up inside and out.” He leaned over, driving carefully as Paisley let him hit the cigarette. The drive came to an end as they approached the barn, parked the car and turned it off before getting out.

“Thanks for giving me a talk, Nate. I feel cynical today.”

“Understandable. I mean—fucking Kate Marsh was gonna jump.” He guided her inside through the main entrance, a sleek black car was parked in the barn—her uncle’s she recognized.

They walked over to the hatch and descended the stairs, the bunker door was opened, meaning he was waiting for them. Once they were in the first room, Paisley left Nathan’s side and made a beeline for the white couch in the next room. She peered over the back of the sofa to where Nathan had stopped in front of Mark’s desk. Mark was standing with his glass of whiskey, sipping it as he had Kate’s red binder open and the photos he’d taken were sprawled everywhere. He was putting her binder together, placing the pictures into a collage on each page perfectly. It made Paisley sick; she didn’t like what they did. Every time someone took her picture, she’d have flashes of what they did in the dark room. It was the reason she didn’t like flashes, it was why she didn’t like pictures of herself or them being taken. It was abhorrent, and they’d be prosecuted and found guilty for kidnapping these girls, drugging them and scrapbooking photos of what had happened to them as if they were family photos.

“Paisley!” Mark shouted, gathering her attention. The look on his face said he was quickly losing his patience with her.

“Did paisley tell you, Nathan?” Nate and Paisley exchanged a look as he turned and shook his head. Mark smirked darkly.

“She’ll be taking the photos this Friday.”

“Who is it this time?” Nathan sounded worried.

“Oh, this one should be easy, it’s Victoria Chase of course.” The expression on Nathan’s face showed that he was worried, and Paisley knew she’d have to find a way to stop her uncle from taking Victoria but that in itself was not going to be an easy feat. Mark Jefferson was extremely dangerous and wouldn’t hesitate to kill Nathan or her.

[angryschnauzer]

Moodboard Masterpost

CURRENT MOODBOARD ASK STATUS: 

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How to request a moodboard: Send me an ASK. It is important that you do it this way, not reply to a post or message me, this way i keep the ask in my inbox until it’s done so i know how many i still need to do.

What can i ask for: You can ask for pretty much anything, the exception what is on the exclusion list below (and those are usually there because there has been so many of them for that character or theme). Send me as much or as little information as you want, but the more info you send the more to your imagination i can make the moodboard. If you want naughty/porny, specify that you want NSFW.

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Although i don’t accept anon asks, if you want to be kept anon say so on your ask and i won’t mention you when i post the moodboard, and will instead send you a link to it.

How many can i ask for? I’ve had this question a few times, so lets say 3 please. Any more than that and i’ll make a note of them but leave a gap between them so i can fit other peoples in.

What if there is already a moodboard for my idea but its not exactly what i had in mind? So pop into my inbox and tell me what you would like different? Change of OC? Change of Locations? Change of Colour theme? If its something i feel i can redo i’ll let you know.

Any asks not being accepted: No restrictions.

Links to completed moodboards:

For Stories:

All That Glitters (Lance Tucker) by @siren-kitten-his

Amends (AU Sebastian Stan/Tom Hiddleston Love Triangle) by @eve1978

Life Lessons (AU School Teacher Sebastian x OC Beautiful Fluff) by @marvel-lucy

The Void (Chase Collins - Sequel to The Covenant - Suspense) by @sebbys-girl

Winter Shadow (Bucky Barnes Suspense/Love Story) by @marvel-lucy

Their Secret (Bucky Barnes x Reader smut) by @angryschnauzer

Wrecked Tumblr Link / AO3 Link (Merman Bucky x Mermaid OC Anja x Sailor Steve) by @siren-kitten-his

Expiatio (AU Priest Sam Winchester x OC Claire) by @peskipixi

Multi Person:

Fluffy Stucky Wedding NSFW Stucky Honeymoon NSFW Poly Relationship TJ Hammond x Syd from ‘London’ x OC NSFW Seb x Chris x OC Dom/Sub Pet Play NSFW Steve x Bucky x Plus Size OC Love Triangle/Threesome NSFW Chris x Seb x OC Poly Relationship Fluffy Stucky Tarts & Vicars Party Tom x Chris x Seb xOC Fluffy TJ Hammond & Chris Evans Wedding Day Stucky Blindfold Stargate Stucky Lazy Domestic Stucky NSFW Poly Relationship Hugh Jackman x Michael Fassbender x OC NSFW Nick Gant x Chase Collins x OC Threesome Modern Military Tom Hiddleston & Chris Evans

Sebastian Stan:

Actor AU:

Dad Seb Married Seb with Dogs and a House Wedding Day Seb Rainy Day Seb Seb & WOC Fallen Angel Seb Demon Seb & WOC Gym Seb Nature Reserve Seb (with lots of cats) Mechanic Seb Satan Seb (a little NSFW) Werewolf Seb Seb & Burgundy Tones NSFW Seb Vampire Seb Merman Seb Christmas Seb Red Carpet Seb Rockstar Seb Hufflepuff Seb Seb & Katie Cassidy 1970′s AU Spy Seb & WOC NSFW Dom Seb Get Well Soon Sofa Cuddles Seb Walk in the park with Seb Seb and Kat Dennings

Bucky: Bucky & WOC Alpha A/B/O Bucky Winter Soldier Bucky 1940′s Bucky Writer Bucky Pre-war Cowboy Bucky Bucky/Winter Soldier and Hayley Marshall (The Vampire Diaries) Animal/Park Ranger Bucky Photographer Bucky with Plus Size Muse NSFW Elopement Wedding Bucky Feminist Bucky Bucky & OC Adopt a Puppy Bucky and Dancer OC meeting in a mental health facility, teaching him to play the piano

Lance Tucker: Husband Lance Lance & WOC Dad Lance Blue Tones Lance Red Tones Lance NSFW Lance Fucking You Against The Wall Feminist Lance

TJ Hammond: Dad TJ

Jefferson: Woodland Jefferson Jefferson’s Scar - Dark NSFW Rainy Day Jefferson NSFW Dom Jefferson NSFW Jefferson & Leather Jefferson Wedding - Woodland Elopement Ceremony NSFW Jefferson and Woodland Mermaid

Chris Beck: Dad Chris Beck with Homebirth Chris and Galaxy Space Goddess

Hal Carter: NSFW Hal Carter

Chase Collins: NSFW AU Demon Chase Collins Magic Chase Collins NSFW Dom Chase Collins

Blaine: Blaine

Chris Evans:

Actor AU:

New Dad Chris

Dad Chris AU Professor Evans based on Esquire shoot NSFW Art Teacher/Gardner Chris (with cats) Fluffy Lumberjack Chris NSFW Lumberjack Chris Wedding Day Chris Vampire Chris & WOC NSFW Dom Chris NSFW Mechanic Chris Christmas Chris Chris & Amanda Seyfried Chris & Kat Dennings Chris & Julianne Hough Red Carpet Chris Tap Dance Chris Gardner Chris Chris & Rhianna (Mermaid AU) Cowboy Chris Chris & Aja Naomi King with Red Tones NSFW Wedding Night Chris Chris and Nicole Beharie with tropical theme NSFW Call of Duty Chris with Redhead

Steve Rogers: Artist Steve Alpha A/B/O Steve Pre Serum Steve Sun God Steve

Jensen (from ‘The Losers’) First Date with Jensen Jake Jensen and Alexandra Daddario

Johnny Storm Johnny & Enhanced OC - Fire & Ice Date with Johnny

Tom Hiddleston:

Actor AU:

NSFW Professor Hiddleston with Glasses of Doom Beauty and the Beast Tom Hiddles as a Writer NSFW Gentleman Dom Tom Exercise Tom Glasses Tom (Theatre Director Tom) NSFW dd/lg Tom x Plus size OC Version 1 NSFW dd/lg Tom x Plus size OC Version 2 NSFW Kinky Tom based on ‘Interview’ shoot NSFW Adult Book/Toy Store Own Tom NSFW-ish Tom as a Modern Day Jareth The Goblin King from The Labyrinth

Misha Collins:

Castiel:

NSFW Dom Castiel in the Rain

Karl Urban:

Actor AU: Karl & WOC on Easter Sunday NSFW Karl Picnic & Skinny Dipping Flirty Karl

Leonard ‘Bones’ McCoy:

Dom Dr McCoy

Hugh Jackman

NSFW Dom Hugh

Michael Fassbender

Daddy Kink Michael

Jensen Ackles

Dean Winchester NSFW Bubble Bath with Dean NSFW Dean & Plus Size Librarian Dean Winchester & Gina Torres - The Human Impala

Chris Hemsworth

NSFW Chris H

Amanda Seyfried

Actress AU: Amanda & Alan Cumming

Luke Evans

Actor AU Grifter Rhianna and her mark Luke Evans

Henry Cavill

Actor AU NSFW Henry Cavill

Hugh Jackman

Logan/Wolverine NSFW Days Of Future Past Logan

Josh Dun

Musician AU Vampire Josh

[freelancervermont]

I'm listening to 'Bad Romance' and am once again inspired to write for my Mark Jefferson x OC fic.... Whomp whomp

[softgothsweetheart]

Colors {Chaos Theory}

The texts she received on her second burner were all from Nathan—all of them begging her not to go through with it.

Paisley < Text my normal phone. Tell me where to meet you. Make it inconspicuous.

He did not long after, telling her they’d meet at Two Whales diner at 12pm sharp. Paisley agreed quickly after sending a text that she’d have to ask her uncle. Next morning her uncle was sitting at the table, caring for his daughter Amelia. Apparently, her aunt Prudence had a work emergency and she wouldn’t be home until after dinner—it was uncharacteristic considering how she had her assistant Annie cover anything she couldn’t do. 

“I need you to be home at three. Amelia needs to be picked up. I’ve got somewhere to be.”

“Like photography class? That means—”

“You’ll get the homework.” He snapped, giving her a harsh glare. It shut her up easily enough, she needed to be nice to him if she wanted to get her way. So, she swallowed hard and nodded.

“I’ll be here two forty-five, I can pick her up.” He seemed pleased by her answer, knowing damn well she had more fight in her than that. Mark set the cereal bowl in front of Amelia and she began eating happily on her own. Lee didn’t know what she would do if Amelia were ever hurt, it’d probably kill her knowing how innocent and oblivious she was to everything evil and wrong with the world.

“Good, as you should be. Where do you think you’re going?” Uncle Mark stood to his full height and he gave her a dark look.

“I came to ask if I could go to lunch at the diner—it’s with Nate. I won’t be back too late.”

“I’ll count on it. You know what happens when you disobey, Paisley. How are you going to get there?” “I’m just taking my bike. I figured it would do me good to get some fresh air.” He didn’t seem to truly care but his façade always made it seem he did.

“Did you clean everything like you were told to?” He seemed to look around, trying to look for a mistake in it. When he didn’t find one, he seemed a little ticked off, but Mark gave her permission.

“What time did you clean?”

“Aunt Prudence woke me up at 5am, I cleaned really early.”

“I guess you can go. Don’t forget to be back—”

“By 2:45, uncle Mark. I won’t forget.” He walked over, kissing her forehead. His body covered how he reached his hand behind her, grabbing her behind and smacking it. She didn’t look him in the eye when he chuckled.

“Thanks for permission.” She murmured loud enough, he always got angry when she murmured under her breath. Just like aunt Prudence. Paisley hugged his back as he did the dishes and hugged Amelia, grabbing her bag on the way out, all three phones in different compartments inside. She opened the garage door and took out her bike, closing the door behind her as she took off. Paisley needed to release some stress and took her time to get to the diner, he’d done it again. Prudence never cared, a few times she’d watched him grab at her niece but didn’t lift a finger, only reminding him that if Paisley was dumb enough to tell the cops that they’d have to leave his plaything behind.

It was so horribly stupid how she treated her sometimes. Paisley knew better than to tell or give any lip. Any backtalk got her smacked, but she was thankful he hadn’t tried to screw her yet. Touches she could handle, she might crack under pressure if he were worse or rough with her. Lee remembered Nathan all of the sudden, looking at his truck as she pulled up to the diner. He was a safe driver, especially with her in the car. And if he weren’t a safe driver it wouldn’t matter, the cops wouldn’t pull over Sean Prescott’s little boy for anything. He was apart of the most influential family of Arcadia; you make it or break it and it all determined whether or not Sean liked you.

Sean Prescott seemed wary of Paisley but fine with her uncle, she’d met him once. That’s the reason why they had a nice house not far from town, Sean Prescott paid for it to be customized and built. Luckily, she was told she could have a bigger room. Lee stopped in front of the diner, picking her bike up and hauling it into Nate’s truck bed before jumping down and sprinting to the door. Paisley stepped in and smelled the food. The diner was decorated in blue everywhere, she looked to the right and saw the jukebox in the corner. She found Nate rather quickly, he had a soda next to him and was tapping his hands on the table anxiously.

Poor boy, he probably is super anxious. I would be too.

She walked over and sat down in front of him in the booth and he had a little grin on his face.

“Did you think of anything?”

“Nate, please hold on. I just wanna say that I didn’t want her to become his target.” His happy grin faded quickly.

“Hold on—you’re not fucking with me when you said you didn’t suggest her?”

“No. I’m not.”

“Then why? Did you ask him why Victoria?”

“Nate, you know I can’t.”

“Control your fucking uncle!”

“Nathan, trust me. If I could I would control him! She’s opportunity, Nate. She’s made herself known and attractive.”

He leaned in closer, sneering, “then make her unattractive.”

“How come you don’t understand that I can’t. She’ll think he chooses favorites.” Nathan rolled his eyes.

“Then I suggest you find someone else.”

“This conversation is over.” She stood up and he looked up at her, panicked.

“Wait—where are you going?” Paisley leaned in, getting in his face but he could see her green eyes tearing up.

“I’m leaving. I can’t deal with bullshit today, if you can’t tell that I’m trying to find a way then we obviously don’t have an understanding.”

“What—stay for breakfast—”

“Nathan—I don’t wanna get in trouble. Not today.” She shook her head, but he took her bag from her shoulder and placed it next to him by the window. She let up and reached over but he refused to hand it over.

“What happened today? This morning, you’re off. You didn’t want me to pick you up.” Paisley knew they were drawing some attention, Nathan didn’t seem to care.

“I needed fresh air.”

“That is a fucking lie. You know it and I know it.” She glared at him, his cerulean blue eyes darkening as she sat down in front of him again, leaning back as much as she could.

“I… I don’t wanna talk about it, Nate. Could we please drop it?”

“Was it him, did he do something?”

“No, Nathan, I love you, but I don’t want to say anything.” She refused, beginning to cry. Paisley couldn’t hold back her tears anymore and resorted to crying into her hands.

“You should fucking tell me. I’ll put a fucking bullet in his skull—”

“Nathan, we’re here over Victoria, not me. We should find someone and make her to his liking.”

“Two days, that’s not happening in two days.”

“It can. We just have to find someone.” A deafening silence blanketed them, nothing but the hum of conversations and the jukebox. When the waitress came over he ordered food for them and grabbed her hand, holding it in his hand, rubbing her knuckles over the table.

“Just tell me. You never do and…. And I’d be lying if I said that seeing you like this didn’t hurt me too.”

“It wasn’t anything, really. I can handle it, he just groped me this morning.” She admitted, focusing on their hands.

“I should fucking kill him, I should, shouldn’t I—”

“Nathan, that’s not what concerns me. I can handle his touches, first it was my aunt who didn’t say a damn thing but he’s doing it in front of Amelia. I can’t stand it. My—my heart raced when he touched me, Nate.”

“Just because your heart raced doesn’t mean that he didn’t do wrong!” He said, leaning close to be discreet. Nathan knew she would hate him if he told the whole world.

“I—I know that. I’m just scared that one day he’s gonna want to do more than touch.”

“He’d better fucking not. That would be the day I put a bullet between his eyes.” Nathan promised but Paisley shook her head, knowing it wasn’t the solution, it would never be as easy as that. It was so much more difficult.

“You’re like a little sister to me—you were there when Rachel…” he didn’t have to say a thing; it was a reoccurring nightmare that she had since her friend had died. The glassy look of her hazel eyes would never be forgotten, the look of hate when she saw Mark Jefferson behind the camera, and the look of sadness and realization when she saw Paisley and Nathan watching on the couch, both crying and trying to conceal themselves from the world.

It was like their feelings had been splayed out for the world to see. The pictures of her realization would forever be kept in a red binder in a bunker under a barn where nobody would think to search and that hurt them. They were bound by Rachel. When Nathan hated paisley would forever be stained in her mind, he didn’t like her presence, saying he didn’t need a babysitter. Paisley wasn’t that, he quickly learned. The night of the dark room, and Rachel, they took care of and were there for each other. He held her in a tight embrace for them both after the junkyard when she couldn’t go home.

Paisley had downright refused to go, saying she couldn’t look at Mark. So, she stayed in his dorm in his bed as he slept on the couch, letting her watch a movie on the projector to keep their minds busy. It hadn’t worked but the thought was what counted.

“I know, Nate and you’re the best to me. You’re like my brother. If you got hurt—I don’t know what I would do.” Lee squeezed his hand, and he returned the gesture. No matter how much he complained he was annoyed by her—it wasn’t true for a second. Maybe in one of his moods but when he could help it, he was so sweet to her.

Paisley didn’t think about telling Nathan about the impending storm. If he knew he’d panic. Sometimes she felt alone in this world. Nothing but hate and rage left in it for her.

Sometimes it felt like he cared more for Victoria, she knew it wasn’t true. They were in this together and they knew it. And for Victoria’s sake they couldn’t screw their plan up, that’s if they figured one out that they could pull off seamlessly. Their food was delivered, and Paisley let Nathan pull his hand away, eating in silence.

Someone walked into the diner, but Paisley and Nathan were too busy eating to notice. She began thinking about the bunker.

Who the fuck would pay 2 million dollars for a bunker and photography equipment? Fucking Sean Prescott, that’s who.

She’d seen the receipt for it when she was down there, it’d been built in January by contractors.

“Nate, something has been happening lately… with me, I mean…” She started saying, he was all ears and focused on her. No help from his meds, he was off of them.

“Like what?”

“I see things. I can… do things…?”

“Tell me specifically. You’re not helping me here.”

“I saw a storm—”

“Coming to wipe out Arcadia Bay?” He finished, glancing up.

“Yeah, how’d you know?”

“I see it too.”

“Can you rewind too?” At that he did a double take, dropping his fork. He seemed so bewildered at the thought of it, like she had been at first. Paisley knew it sounded crazy, maybe it was. Maybe this was an illusion.

Suddenly familiar red flannel stopped next to them and Nathan looked up and found Max instead of Rachel. Nathan glared at the girl, sneering at her, “Oh look, it’s Max Amber. Is that your ‘punk rock girl’ outfit now that you’ve been suspended?” He taunted; Max wasn’t impressed to see Paisley with a Prescott—Nathan no less. After all he had fought with them yesterday.

“You’re already in enough trouble with David Madsen.” It seemed Max wasn’t taking taunts or indifference for an answer, she pried answers from Nathan, rewinding enough times to give them both a headache. When she considered it had been enough, she began walking away but Lee accidentally froze time and ran to Max, stopping her and pulling her into the bathroom.

“Max, what are you doing?”

“What exactly do you mean? You’re hanging with Nathan Prescott. Not exactly what I thought you’d be doing. He hit you.”

“It was an accident, forgive and forget. You’re asking questions about Rachel Amber, we’ve got issues.”

“Why does it concern you?”

“Are you investigating?”

“What’s it matter to you?”

“I want in on the investigation. I wanna help expose what happened to her.”

“That’s cryptic but fine. I’ll ask Chloe and I’ll let you know.” Paisley spotted a pen in Max’s purse and snatched it, scrawling her number on the older girl’s hand.

“Text me at this number when you wanna get ahold of me. Text at any time and whenever you have info. Rachel was my friend; I might know bits and pieces that are helpful.”

“Alright, thanks. Just don’t tell him.”

“I wouldn’t.” Max left the bathroom first and headed out of the diner, Paisley exited next and slid back into the booth in front of Nathan who was surprised.

“I seriously thought you’d left. How the hell did you stand up?”

“I told you, I have freaky powers. I actually froze time.” She grinned.

“No fucking way, I mean that’s absolutely crazy.”

“Well, believe me, don’t believe me. It’s all the same to me.”

“Where’s Max Crackfield.”

“I got rid of her.”

“The hell was she doing here?” He looked out the window, leaning to see if he could see his enemy.

“Probably playing cops and robbers with her punk bitch friend.”

“Wanna chill in my room at Blackhell?”

“I can’t, have to go home soon.” Lee checked her watch, it was only 1:15 in the afternoon, enough time to go somewhere else for an hour but Paisley wasn’t taking chances.

“What for?”

“I have to pick up Amelia from the bus at 3 on the dot. I’m gonna get grounded if I don’t.”

“Then lets just go back to your house.”

“Sounds good. You sure he won’t be mad?”

“He has us hanging out because we’re his proteges or some shit. I’m sure he won’t have a coronary, we’re ‘learning’ from each other. We gotta stop at my room real quick.”

“You’re right.” Paisley took her bag and stood up as Nathan followed, he threw a fifty at the cashier, a simple keep the change was murmured before they walked out the diner.

“That was a whole fifty.”

“I know.” He shrugged, taking a smoke out and lighting it up.

“Dude the bill was only thirty!”

“Eh.” Nathan threw his money around, always. It wasn’t something new, but it always seemed to amaze her how he just kept doing it. Paisley didn’t have money to throw around the money she had was to get the hell out of town and she had accumulated thousands by now. She’d been dying to leave since she was ten years old.

“You rode your damn bike? Could’ve asked me for a ride, idiot.”

“I should’ve.” Lee admitted, climbing into his truck. He followed and leaned back, sitting there for a minute before starting up his truck.

“At least you’re not wearing a dress.” He grinned, pulling out of his spot and getting onto the road. On the way back to his dorm really quick, there was a buzz, Paisley quickly opened the message on her private burner.

It’s Max. :)

She saved the number and when he finally pulled up to the school, he parked in the parking lot. He ran inside, leaving her in the car. When he returned, he showed her the weed and his pipe that he’d retrieved.

“Now we’d better get high before Amelia gets home. Then we can put on Shrek or something cartoonish.” Nathan had a mischievous grin on his face as he pulled out and drove towards her house.

“Today you’re gonna learn to roll a blunt, sound good?” He asked not long after, pulling into her driveway.

“It does.” Paisley nodded. They entered her house not long after and he handed her something.

“What’s this?”

“It’s a bracelet, thought it’d bring good luck. You know with all that superstitious bullshit you believe.”

“What does it do?”

“Brings fortune and stuff.” He shrugged, snubbing out his second cigarette since they exited the vehicle.

“Thanks Nate.” They shared a grin. Paisley went up to her room and brought out two speakers that connected to make the music louder. She set one on the curtain rod end and the other on the hook on the opposite wall. She glanced at the clock but felt a sharp pain. A blinding white light flashed and when she blinked and opened her eyes she was in a different house.

The more her eyes looked around and took it in, it seemed to be her parents’ home in Seattle, she looked out the window and found two kids playing outside.

Paisley thought it was a hallucination, she slid off the couch and onto her feet, instantly noticing she was a whole foot shorter, she looked at her small hands in horror.

“Paisley, I need you to sit if you’re going to hold my cameras.” Mark warned from the kitchen, stepping into the living room.

“O-okay uncle Mark.” Instead of sitting back down as she was instructed, she wandered and found that if she tried pushing against the boundaries that she got a horrific headache.

“Uncle Mark,” she called, turning to face him, “what’s today?” She asked him in such a sweet voice, trying not to let her teenage attitude slip into her eight-year-old body.

“August 8th, Paisley.” He walked over and ruffled her hair, picking her up and setting her down on the couch. Mark set the camera in her lap it was one she recognized too well. It was the one he had used to take pictures. Paisley picked it up and threw it at the wall as it shatters to pieces. He gave her a furious look as her mother came down the stairs, her aunt and dad following closely.

“He takes mean pictures of girls, mommy!” She whined, pushing herself away as her mom came in the boundaries. Her father dove for the camera, picking it up as Mark’s eyes glared at her. The scene faded away and this time she was hesitant to open her eyes. Simply that she couldn’t recognize the voices speaking in front of her.

“Lyla—that’s not how that works!” The boy shouted, Lee curiously opened her green eyes and looked around. This time she seemed to be 14 but this boy and girl—she didn’t recognize them from anywhere.

“Lee—tell Sean that I’m right.” The girl gave a hopeful grin but it faded as she noticed Lee’s expression. Paisley stood up and they followed suit, leaning in, obviously concerned.

“What’s wrong?”

“I—nothing... what are we doing?”

“Talking about—”

“Lee—you’re acting a little weird. More than normal.” He laughed, the sound of it was enchanting a little. He had such brown eyes; it was definitely a cute quality.

“Sean, she’s playing a joke on us for last time—” Paisley darted out of the room and bumped into an older man, presumably Sean’s dad. When she tried to retrieve memories from this timeline it caused a dull ache in her head, warning her.

“Whoa, slow down Paisley. It’s not a race.” He chuckled, walking into the wide area that housed a desk and a dining room table. As she looked further, she saw a woman curled up on the couch, a child curled up in her safe embrace. Her head had been turned in Lee’s direction since she came out.

“Paisley! Staying for dinner?”

“C-can I ask my aunt?” The woman seemed confused.

“You mean your mother? Just ask them if they’d like to have dinner.” Paisley eagerly nodded, thanking her. She ran outside and onto the sidewalk, she walked to her parents’ house only 10 blocks from there. When she arrived on the front lawn, she saw the windows opened and soft dance music playing along with laughing coming from inside. Her parents were laughing.

They’re dead. How? Why?

Paisley entered and her mom was first to spot her, waving her over.

“Honey I thought you were going to stay at Sean’s for another hour?”

“I came home, needed to get something. His mom wants to know if you wanna have dinner there.”

“Real question is do you want to have dinner there. They invite you because they know Sean likes you.”  Paisley’s eyebrows furrowed and Ambrosia, her mother gave her a look of realization.

“Why don’t we get started on dinner? How’s that sound?”

“Sounds good, mom.” Her mother stood up from the sofa and guided her daughter into the kitchen where she pulled out thing wheat noodles, a pan, and butter.

“We could make a pie or some other desert to take to them.” Her mother offered, putting water into the pan and the pan on the stove as she put the heat on.

“Can we make dirt pudding? Or brownies?”

“Mmm... We can make brownies and cookies. We’ll give some to Lyla to take home to her parents.”

“Thanks mom.” They cooked and ate dinner, plain but buttered noodles and even made desert. Once the dishes from dinner were cleaned up, Ambrosia led Paisley outside and they sat on the step outside their home.

“I can’t believe it.” She murmured and gazed at her mom in amazement.

“You’re being strange, Pais, what are you thinking?” Her mother’s hazel eyes landed on her, questioning her. It was her mother that she’d gotten the light brown hair from, as well as her lips, nose, and eyes. Her tan skin had come from her father. It’d been so long since she’d seen her parents’ faces, six years since their untimely death.

Since then she was with her aunt and uncle. Then Amelia was born, and Paisley had a long list of chores to do and if she didn’t complete them, she was punished. Her parents didn’t believe in corporeal punishment, they always talked it through since she was old enough to talk. It was a drastic change from what her aunt and uncle did.

“Where’s aunt Prudence and uncle Mark?”

“Prison, Paisley. It’s where they belong.” Her mother stroked her hair, pushing her bangs back and away from her face. A buzz could be felt, and Paisley took out her phone, allowing her mother to see the message.

Unknown > Meet me at the beach.

It was an unknown number, so she knew it had to be Max.

Paisley < I can’t.

Max didn’t ask why but even if she were in Arcadia, she wouldn’t dare change timelines again. What ever the hell she’d done it changed the course of everything.

“I’m surprised, I thought for sure it’d be Sean.” A peaceful silence fell over them and her mother was the first to break it.

“Paisley Marie, I want you to know that whatever happens, I’m always here.” Her mother tapped her chest where her heart was. Paisley nodded; she knew it.

“I know mom.”

“I love you so much. I knew that clueless face. You can do it, can’t you?”

“Do what?” Her eyebrows furrowed as she asked the question.

“Time travel.”

“How’d you know?”

“Because I could too. If you’re here, this must be an alternate timeline? I must be dead.”

“You are. In the original timeline. I live with aunt Prudence and uncle Mark.”

“How do they treat you?”

“Mommy, I… I do horrible things. I have binders with photos of my friend—Rachel Amber.”

“The missing girl from Oregon? You moved to Oregon?”

“Mark had a photography job waiting for him there. I was 11.”

“I understand. Be careful he doesn’t drug you; it affects it your powers.”

“Mom, I’m not the only time traveler.”

“That’s okay, don’t be afraid.”

“But I am—I don’t know how I got here.”

“Your powers—they’ll grow as you do, you’ll get headaches, but you’ll learn to force them to subside. You’ll be able to sense people with powers; you’ll feel and hear a little buzzing or humming.”

“Mom…I …”

“All you have to do is focus on the pull.”

“I don’t know this timeline, these people.”

“Sean, he likes you. And my version of you likes him back, Lyla is your mutual best friend. You guys met when you were nine years old. I have some photos you can keep if you’d like.”

“I’d love.”

“Good. Daniel is Sean’s little brother. I’ve known their mother since middle school and she’s never shown powers but Daniel… he has some. He’s gonna be special and crucial to your future. Protect him, he has a grand fate, like you and Sean.”

Paisley nodded. “You never told me about your powers or me.”

“Baby, you were always too young. Now you’re time traveling and old enough.”

“Does dad know about yours?”

“Oh, he does… He knew it when we met. We also met in 8th grade, he moved to Seattle and he caught me frozen in time. Since I had been touching him, he wasn’t frozen.” Ambrosia grinned, remembering the fond memory.

“He protected me against a great deal of bullies, always getting his ass kicked.”

“There’s no Sean in my timeline.”

“Not yet. Since you moved to Arcadia, there will come a chance that you’ll be able to meet him, Daniel, and Lyla. Things happen at different times in different timelines, not everything is the same or flip flopped as people think.”

“Any advice?” Paisley asked, watching her mother’s expression, committing it to memory. If she left, then she’d have trouble remembering her mother.

“Don’t travel to other timelines, it’s dangerous if your powers are still growing.”

“Mark and Prudence are still taking grotesque photos. My friend the time traveler, Max, she keeps saving her friend. Every time she does, the storm gets bigger.”

“Don’t worry. Sometimes the storm happens, sometimes it doesn’t. It depends on whether or not the person was marked for death.”

“Marked for death?”

“They’re destined to die.” Another buzz and Paisley looked at the message.

 Sean > You, me, my house at 1 next Saturday.

 Paisley < Sure thing! :)

 “That must’ve been Sean. For sure this time.”

“It was. Mind if we go searched for pictures of us and Sean and stuff?”

“We can. Don’t tell your dad about the time traveling. He still believes you’re a little girl.”

I wish I was. I’ve done horrible, inexplicable and unforgivable things. I wish I was innocent. I wish I had my innocence left.

They stood up and went into the house, upstairs and the last door on the left. Ambrosia dug through the top of the closet, finding a shoe box and dumping it on the bed. It had been labeled 2008. Scattered around were photos from July to December. Pictures of her and Sean, no Lyla until the 2009/ 2010 box. Her parents’ bedroom still looked the same, grey chevron design with navy blue accents and pictures of her and them hung on the wall above the bed.

“Here’s this one, you and Sean on the fourth of July.” For a while they sat on the bed and her mother handed her photos of her and Sean. Some with Lyla and some from when Daniel was born. Pictures of them taking turns holding them. Tons of photos went into her bag and even little flash drives with pictures, ones never printed out and videos of things they’d done.

“We should spend some time with your dad. Before you go.”

“Yeah. You don’t know how much I missed you guys.”

Ambrosia reached behind her neck and took off her necklace and placing it around Paisley. She couldn’t guess why, but it made her feel safe. Like she could conquer the world.

“Stay fearless even in the face of danger, Paisley. I wanna say that in case I wake up and you’ve left.”

“I love you mom, I’ll try.” They hugged on it; her mom pulled back and rubbed her shoulders.

“Make sure you hold onto that bag, if you don’t then the photos will come back here.”

“I will, thanks for them.”

“The storm is avoidable, Paisley but you have to decide if it’s really worth it to save one person over a town.”

“And if their death was avoidable?”

“The universe isn’t going to punish you for saving someone who didn’t have their death coming.” The mother and daughter cleaned up the bed and went downstairs where they sat in the living room and watched movies almost all night. Paisley felt safe snuggled up with her parents. It wasn’t like going to a vortex club party. It wasn’t full of unnecessary drinking or pressure to take recreational drugs. This universe was different from the depraved one Mark Jefferson had made on his lonesome.

The next morning was when they really said their goodbyes as her father slept on the sofa.

“I just want to tell you that even if your future seems dark now, it’ll get better. You’ll eventually meet Sean and Daniel in your timeline and you guys’ futures will be great.” They hugged once more, and Paisley clutched her bag as the forest green room faded out into white then to yellow. All Paisley felt was the warmth of wherever she’d time traveled into. Then she opened her eyes.

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Colors {Chrysalis}

The rain and wind was harsh and unforgiving as she walked up a path.

What the hell is going on?

Paisley got to where the path ended when she realized she was standing under a lighthouse. But then Lee saw another female and walked slowly to her. There was a giant tornado from what she could see and as she looked around, there wasn’t much else to be seen aside from buildings being completely destroyed. A boat flew from the storm, hitting the lighthouse. Just as Paisley recognized her classmate, she heard the loud groan and they both looked up, the lighthouse was coming down. Paisley shoved her classmate out of harms way just as the lighthouse collapsed on her. As she woke up, she realized she wasn’t in the middle of any storm, she was in class.

Paisley calmed her heartbeat and sighed, deciding that she would have to listen to class. Maybe her uncle giving a lecture would calm her down. Ground her, give her some sense of up and down until she could make sense of the dream.

Was it really a dream if I don’t remember falling asleep?

Paisley watched her uncle Mark lecture the students on Diane Arbus and chiaroscuro, all about photography – something she loved a lot. He’d taught her the beauty of it when she was old enough to hold one and not damage it. Lee knew she was old enough to form her own opinions of people and she – at the young age of 14 – had decided her uncle wasn’t truly who or what he said he was. The night she figured that out, it was too late, her aunt didn’t seem to care either – if she even knew what he did. But Lee was almost positive aunt Prudence knew. Not much too later, the bell rang, and the students were dismissed, only Kate, Max, and queen bee Victoria were left. Kate’s head was down, like she was thinking too hard, like she was overthinking. Lee wanted to believe it wasn’t because of the Vortex club party she’d attended a few weeks back, but she knew that it was. She must’ve remembered bits and pieces; Nathan hadn’t expected her to act out so much whilst under the influence.

Then Paisley stood up and walked over to her uncle who immediately dropped Victoria. She scoffed and glared at the younger girl, “Excuse you Paisley.”

Mark seemed to glare at the tall blonde, a look she didn’t notice. But he intervened before his beloved niece got hurt.

“Excuse you, miss Chase. Paisley is the youngest student here and she is also my niece and assistant.” He turned to her and asked her what she needed.

“Oh—I need to know where to go.”

“Just head out to the diner if need be.” He shrugged; Lee nodded obeying. As she walked away, Max walked almost alongside her but stopped when Mark called her name. Lee continued out of the quiet classroom into the noisy hallway where her fellow classmates were. Kids older than her by at least three years on but were more rambunctious than a room filled with toddlers. She quickly walked the halls, toward the bathroom because the feeling of eyes watching her had suddenly become too much to bear. Paisley had recently begun to experience something abnormal.

It’d happened one day when she was cleaning a camera and elbowed it off the table. The loud crash was heard in the back rooms of the house and her uncle had come rushing out, yelling. When he was coming at her, she held her hands out as if it were going to stop him and everything went backwards until her vision faded and burned at the edges. When Paisley looked behind her, the camera was fully intact and back on the desk. She thought it’d been a trip, but she even threw a rock into the house through a window before rewinding time until before it happened, even throwing her aunt’s phone at her head. The feeling and power had grown stronger, she knew that much.

Paisley’s feet took her into the girls’ bathroom, she holed herself in the last stall, listening to music on her phone as she sat on the toilet. It was a soft song—one of the many Rachel Amber had told her she’d like and gave to her on a playlist. It was sad that she’d no longer see her friend except through the miserable posters she saw around campus. The song was so soft that over the music she heard the door open once more and whispers. For a few minutes, Lee breathed silently and had her music low to listen when the door had opened with a loud smack, some more talking and another thwack. Shadows moved outside, she hadn’t a clue if they knew she was here in hiding. So, she killed the music and removed her headphones.

When Paisley looked down in the stall and to her left, she could see her fellow classmate’s shoes—Max’s to be exact. They weren’t hard to recognize. There was an exchange happening between Nathan and some random girl.

“You’re wrong—that’s my family—not me.”

“Oh, boo hoo, poor little rich kid. I know you’ve been pumpin’ drugs and shit to kids around here… I bet your respectable family would help me out if I went to them. Man, I can see the headlines now.” If this girl knew about the parties and drugs—if Nathan told, then she would die. Especially if she knew who the real culprit behind this was.

“Leave them out of this, bitch.” Nate growled, he wasn’t in the best of moods and she was testing his patience. It was going to get bad no doubt.

Maybe he can reel himself in… C’mon Nate, do what I taught you.

“I can tell everybody Nathan Prescott is a punk ass who begs like a little girl and talks to himself—" Seems the unknown female cut her sentence short, gasping, her shoes scraping against the tiling as she fell back to the wall.

“You don’t know who the fuck I am or who you’re messing around with!” He shouted.

“Where’d you get that? What are you doing? Come on, put that thing down!” She seemed to be begging, Paisley peeked through the cracks and couldn’t see a damn thing except for Nathan’s movements. He growled in rage and she had a frightening thought—

Maybe it’s the gun uncle Mark bought for him! Oh god, no.

“Don’t EVER tell me what to do. I’m so sick of people trying to control me!”

“You’re gonna get in hella more trouble for this than drugs.”

“Nobody would ever even miss your ‘punk ass’ would they?!”  

Is he going to shoot this girl? What would he do with the body? The gun?

“Get that gun away from me psycho!” A loud bang rang out, Max yelled, and Paisley saw her arm stretched out through the cracks before everything rewound. Lee was sat back in class, diagonal to Max who seemed to be alert. More than one time traveler sounded crazier than one did. Class went on, everything the exact same as before, except for Max elbowing her polaroid camera off the table and rewinding it until it was no longer broken. After Max played with her rewind, using Victoria’s answer against her and Mark’s quote against him when he asked her where her photo was, they both left the classroom. Lee pulled her aside where no one could overhear them.

“Stop rewinding, Max, seriously.”

“How did you—” The older female seemed panicked that she knew.

“I can time travel too. Stop using it on nonsense. It won’t work when you truly need it if you don’t.” Paisley didn’t expect Max to listen, but it would have been nice to. They re-entered the bathroom and followed what they had done previously and waited until Nathan had pulled his gun again. Max moved the trolley, picked up the mallet, rewound so the trolley was back and smacked the emergency alarm in the corner. Loud blaring sounds that came were deafening, Nathan had fallen to the floor with a slam as the blue haired female shouted and made her escape. Nathan followed suit and Lee opened the stall and saw Max giving her a look that showed her relief.

They exited the bathroom together, but the security guard promptly stopped them, scolding and interrogating as if they were children and had done something wrong.

“Hey, Madsen, don’t be such a dick. I have familial issues and Max was helping and consoling me.” Paisley glared, and Max tried her best but looked like a small child.

“Miss Christopher—shut your mouth—” Lee scoffed, fake tears springing to her eyes as her hand covered her mouth. Principal Wells intervened and the were glad, but when exiting the building he stopped them.

“You both look stressed out. Are you both okay?”

“Mr. Madsen has serious issues, he just told me to shut up. He interrogated us. Today is such a hard day—it was my mother’s birthday.” Max seemed to be impressed by Paisley’s lying abilities.

“Is that all you’re thinking of? Or have you done something wrong?”

“Are you accusing me of lying, principal Wells?” She questioned, her tears drying up and shooting him an accusing glare.

“I’m sure my uncle informed you that it is in fact my mother’s birthday. I get very sad during this time of year. Max found me in the bathroom and consoled me. So, yes, principal Wells, I am rather stressed.” He must’ve bought it because he nodded and gestured to his office.

“My door is always open to give advice.”

“Thank you so much. It really means a lot.” Paisley nodded, giving a watery relieved smile before pulling Max to the main campus through the doors. The alarm was off but the ringing from it was annoying as all hell. Once they descended the stairs, Max yanked herself loose and it spun Lee around to face her.

“You didn’t tell him about Nathan—”

“Max, you don’t understand what happens if we go down that road. Wells won’t give a shit; he won’t look into it. Then he’ll tell Nathan’s dad who’ll threaten him and tell Nathan. It’ll come back to us.”

“But—shit—you lied so well that Wells bought it!”

“He’s a fucking drunkard, of course he did. Plus, I have tons of experience under my belt that I might as well be an expert.”

“Thanks, I guess… You’re Paisley Christopher, right?”

“Yeah I’m Mark Jefferson’s niece.”

“I didn’t know that, you look super young. How old are you?”

“Fourteen, he made sure I got into the academy.”

“Doesn’t seem like you’re fourteen, you seem older.” A ping from Max’s phone sounded and she instantly checked it, texting.

“It’s Warren, I have to go. I’ll see you later?” Max asked, Paisley nodded and while her classmate went around campus to socialize, she went directly to the dorms where Victoria was sat with her minions. All three annoying plastics. When Paisley tried to pass, Victoria scoffed, sitting up.

“Whoa freak, you don’t even stay in the dorms.” She mocked, pointing out. Paisley rolled her eyes and crossed her arms.

“I mean, don’t move if you wanna crush your chances at the Everyday Heroes contest. I would, especially since I have ways of convincing my uncle.” Lee examined her nails, letting her green eyes flicker to Victoria’s.

“You’re like fucking twelve!” She shouted in displeasure.

“Nice guess, Tori, but I’m fourteen and I don’t screw around. If you want your fair chance to win the contest I’d move.” Victoria rolled her eyes, standing up even as Courtney and Taylor scoffed. They’d told their queen bee not to move a muscle and she had. It made Paisley feel powerful as she went up the steps and into the boys’ dorms.

Paisley entered the dorms, walking down the corridor before turning left and knocking on the first door there;111.

“What?” She heard Nathan’s upset grumbling from behind the door. Lee opened the door and walked in to where Nate was laying on his bed.

“What the fuck do you want?” Paisley closed the door behind her and sat on his couch and tried to get comfortable.

“You, the bathroom. Wanna tell me what the hell you were thinking?”

“The bathroom?” He asked, waving his hand dismissively.

“Your goddamn gun, Nate!” She whispers shouts and he was up and on his feet in an instant, his hand wrapped around her neck loosely. Nathan’s hand squeezed lightly, trying to remind her who was in charge.

“Don’t fucking yell at me, you’re like ten years old.”

“I’m fourteen, Nathan. Don’t play the age card.” She removed his hand and shoved it into his chest.

“He’ll kill us if he finds out.” She reminded him and he groaned.

“You actually want to live with what we’ve done?”

“Can you please take this seriously?” Nathan let out a laugh, devoid of any humor. It answered her question. He collapsed back on his bed and relaxed.

“Where were you in the bathroom?”

“I was hiding in the last stall.” He locked eyes with her and squinted, making sure she wasn’t lying.

“I guess you left the fucking Polaroid then. You gonna join Max on her twee hipster expeditions?”

“That one wasn’t mine, Nate.”

“Then who does it—” He stopped himself short and sat up.

“Max Caulfield. Fan-fucking-tastic! Are you sure she was there?”

“She saw the gun, she almost told Wells too, I had to step in and lie.”

“You only stepped in to cover her ass.”

“Not even, I stepped in because what if Wells begins investigating? You know Mark wouldn’t be happy about it. I convinced her that it was best if she didn’t clash heads with you.”

“Damn right.” Nathan was off his bed and out the door and had Paisley trailing after him, he was in the main campus and in the parking lot in no time at all. Paisley was trying to stop him, pulling on his arm but he yanked out of her grip.

“Max Caulfield, right? You’re one of Jefferson’s photo groupies…” He asked as he approached her.

“I’m one of his students.” Max corrected; Paisley cursed her. Why couldn’t s have just gone along with it?

“Whatthefuckever. I know you like to take pictures, especially when you’re hiding out in bathrooms. You best tell me what you saw. Now!” Nathan demanded, yelling. Paisley braced herself for the worst, she knew it was coming. She shook her head at Warren when he looked to her, Nathan towered over Max. She shouldn’t have told him.

“What are you talking about?”

“I know you’re new here but don’t play dumb with me.”

“I’m not new. I’ve lived here for years.”

“Then you should know the Prescott’s own this shithole.”

“Nate—"

“Then you shouldn’t worry about me… worry about yourself.” He grew angrier, his hands clenching tighter into fists. Max seemed to have a penchant for pissing him off, then again, didn’t everybody?

Nathan was so far gone, lost in his anger and beyond reasoning. If a hand was laid on him, a fight could break out. He was a ticking time bomb.

“Do not analyze me! I pay people for that. Worry about yourself, Max Caulfield.”

“Take a step back, Nathan Prescott.” Max's words have him stepping closer, into her face.

“Oh, man, you’re telling me what to do?” Warren gets in between and as a result, gets headbutted. He falls to the ground, clutching his head. Max shoves Nathan and he turns back to her, his hand gripping her around the neck.

“Nathan!” Paisley shouted, eyeing Warren on the ground.

“Nobody tells me what to do,” he shakes Max, “Not my parents, not the principal, or that whore in the bathroom!” She manages to scrape his cheek and he shoves her to the ground. Lee grabs Nate by his shoulder and he backhands her, and she stumbles as a rusted beige truck drives up. It almost hits Max who immediately stands up and gazes at the driver.

“Chloe?”

“Max?” They hear the driver exclaim.

“No way, you again?” Nathan questions in a growl. Warren stands up and tackles Nathan to the ground.

“Go, go! I got this!” He yells and Max gets in. Paisley looks around and all she can feel is her heart beating in her chest. Nathan pauses hitting Warren and stands up, kicking the car door closed.

“Get your punk asses out of there now! Don’t even try to run! Nobody messes with me! NOBODY!” He shouts as the female from the bathroom pulls away. Paisley watches as the truck gets farther and farther away. Madsen comes over and the teenagers turn towards him.

“You three, Principal Wells’ office. Now.”

“Fuck off old man.” Nathan gives the security guard the finger. Warren stands to his feet and Paisley feels her cheek and looks around between the guys.

“Miss Christopher—move it—”

“Dude I said fuck off! Do you not understand English?” Nate shouted, lighting a cigarette. Madsen grabbed Lee by her bicep, and she tried pulling away, protesting.

“Leave her alone—” Warren said.

“Stay out of this Gayram.” Nathan sneered. Madsen forced them to the Principal’s office, Warren with an ice pack, Nathan with a bandage where the scratches were, and Paisley who had makeup on hand to cover the forming bruise.

“Would either of you three care to explain?” Wells asked, each of them looked at each other. The boys not bothering to mask their disdain for each other.

“Nathan started this.” The younger boy spoke up. The older boy raised his eyebrows and leaned forward, giving him the finger, which Wells didn’t even bother to comment on. Warren gave a mocking face and Nathan almost smacked him from behind Paisley when Wells scolded him. Warren and Paisley argued until it became too loud and they all silenced at Wells’ yelling. Nathan made half assed comments and left the office, not bothering to close the door behind him.

“We done here? Cause I’m leaving too.” Warren stormed out in a slightly less aggressive fashion and Paisley secured her bag as she stood up.

“Want to explain miss Christopher? It seems like the most trouble you’ve caused, and the week is only beginning.” He asked, leaning over his desk. Paisley shrugged.

“I’m just unlucky. Bad timing is all.” She chalked it up, leaving the room as she heard him sigh behind her. She exited the school and what ever students were left from earlier whispered and eyed her. First time she’d taken it in stride, she’d made it to the campus exit when she received two messages at the same time from two very different people.

UNKNOWN > You just wait until I see you later.

Warren > How could you defend such an asshole? He hit you!

Not a good end to any day, this meant bad news. When she met her uncle in the parking lot, he didn’t look pleased in the least. Paisley got in the car, no protesting and he climbed in the driver’s side. The whole ride home, he expressed his disappointment calmly. Most likely he’d get angrier at home where she could receive her punishment.

They arrived but when she slowly went to hide but failed, he caught her by her lengthy brown hair, yanking her downwards until her knees hit the laminate.

“I wasn’t going to discipline you but then I saw the look in your eye. You were going to hide; I just know it.”

“Please—uncle Mark, I wasn’t! I promise!” She cried, her knees rubbing harshly even with her dress to protect them a little. Her hands covered his, attempting to undo them.

“Go to your room, I don’t want to see you until tomorrow.” He let go of her hair and Paisley managed to stand up on her wobbly knees.

“My punishment?” She asked, stumbling back.

“You take the photos Friday. I choose the subject and you don’t get dinner tonight.”

“What subject?” She asked fearfully, maybe it was Stella? Or Alyssa, or even Taylor and Courtney. It was impossible to figure out who his intended target was.

“Victoria, of course. You’re drugging her at the Vortex Club party. After I announced the winner of the contest.” Paisley nodded, leaving his presence and staying in her room. He’d left a bit ago by the time the sun was setting, it was getting late and she was getting hungry, but she wouldn’t dare try to eat. Paisley lost track of how much time she’d been sitting in the window. When she saw the snow, she didn’t believe it to be real. The house was silent meaning her aunt Prudence was gone and had taken Amelia to work.

She simply went outside and watched it snow. Lee sat on the steps of the backyard and felt sharp pains in her head, passing out. There was thunder, harsh winds. Paisley forced herself to walk up the steep terrain. She managed to barely avoid collapsing trees and rolling boulders. They obstacles she probably couldn’t have managed without her rewind abilities. As she ran up, Paisley realized it was a lighthouse. The lighthouse, she looked over the edge and saw nothing but Arcadia Bay in ruins.

When she made it to the top, she saw Max who was holding a newspaper.

“October 11th? Is this Friday? That’s only four days away!” Max exclaimed, letting the paper fly upwards into the storm. Paisley reached out, her hand touching Max’s shoulder as she zapped back to the stairs. Lee stood and stumbled into the house, locking the back door and locking herself inside her bedroom.

Maybe it’s time to be a hero.