#she's my favorite teen hands down actually sorry taylor

[s-ccaam-era-crepe]

**Spoilers for episode 30 of dndads**

i'm taking that last sentence so literally rn "i guess i'll make myself at home. i cast fireball" i've had a hc that scarys parents would fight at home n stuff for a while. this solidifies my hc damn

[https-maxine-stuff]

“The brightest star on the darkest night.”

Six.

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

Tw: blood and injuries

July 19th, 1978

Dear Diary, today seems different. Odd even, its a lot colder today I have this white dress I could wear it's kinda warm. But something feels off, I have no idea why but it just does.

I kissed Nick yesterday! I'm so happy, plus todays the color war so that's pretty fun. I have to help organize the Shadysider's part of the event so that'll be cool, I think we are blue! Which is one of the best colors to have so suck on that Sunnyvale!╭∩╮

Super stoked for today.

- yours truly, Maxine.

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Max hopped off the bed, Joan stirring in the bed across the room "too early." She whined.

"Joan," she looked at her watch "it's actually like nine a.m,, so not that early." She smiled.

"Still too early, I get the earth woke you up early but I didn't wake me up early today..for once,, actually that's pretty dang in your face about it, earth!" The hippie sat up a bit upset.

"You tell the earth that!" She gave her a thumbs up as she got ready, slipping on the white dress well not entirely white, it was off-white due to its age and how well loved it was, her beat up converse came next.

Taking a tan cardigan she put it on and left the cabin with a smile, she was gonna start this day off right.

-

Ziggy got in trouble, shocker right?

"She BURNED you?" Max gasped.

"Yeah! That bitch."

"I'll teach her something," the brunette began to lift her sleeve up, ready for a fight.

"You just turned eighteen earlier this year, you can't get into a fight you'll get arrested and charged with child endangerment." The ginger stated.

"I hate when you're right." Max sat back down.

"Yeah I know," she looked at the burn a little closer. "Shelia is a really bitch."

"I know,,"

"Go to nurse Lane and get that patched up, please?"

"Your boyfriend already told me to, considering he's the one who helped get me NOT kicked out."

"Oh that's hot of him."

"..ew." Ziggy scowled in disgust.

"What? I can't say that but you can say that about Robert Hooks?"

"Obviously have you seen Robert Hooks?"

"I have, not my cup of tea."

"White mans whore." The girl gasped and hit Ziggy arm.

"Hey! You also like Roger Taylor!"

"I do, he's a pimp."

"Oh god you are infuriating." She laughed.

"Always," she winked standing up. "Now I'm off to see our lovely Nurse Lane,"

"Don't get into a brawl."

"No promises!" She exited the room.

Max laughed to herself for a moment, Ziggy Berman was going to be the death of her.

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"Nurse Lane did what?" She stared at Nick.

"She attacked Tommy out of no where, she's being brought to the hospital... that dress is.." he was staring, she snapped her fingers together.

"Hey! Focus, Dork." He looked back up at her and nodded.

"Sorry,, you just look so angelic.."

"Aw that's sweet,, I hope nurse Lane is alright though," she frowned.

"Same, she's a really nice lady.." he held Max's hand. "Can I get a kiss?"

"Oh my god," she laughed pressing a kiss to his cheek.

"On the lips please?" He had a pleading look.

"You really are yanking my chain here." She giggled pressing a kiss to his lips.

"The only chain you have is the one your cross sits on."

"Very true," she touched the golden necklace on her neck. "Jesus is watching you." She joked.

"My not very religious, girl-friend."

"Oh indeed," she smiled.

"You excited about the color war?"

"Uh yeah we are kicking your Sunnyvale ass, Goode." She flicked his nose.

"That's what you think, missy." He winked stepping back.

"Uh huh, sure." She laughed turning away from him. "You can kiss my Shadysider butt later when we win."

"Oh I hope you win then." He smiled "now I am off to go be the best counselor ever."

"I'm the favorite here, Nicky boy."

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"You sure you got it, Jeremy?" The boy nodded his head happily, Tommy seemed out of it.

"I'm good,"

"Alright then head out you little fiends! Get your butts to winning!!" She smiled brightly watching them scatter, her eyes drifted towards the older teen. "You okay?"

"..huh? Oh yeah I'm okay just... a little foggy." Max placed a cool hand to his very warm skin.

"You are burning up, you should really lay down, Tommy."

"No- no,, it's nothing I'll be okay."

"I will call, Cindy over here if I have to."

"You are infuriating sometimes." He laughed lightly.

"And you seem to be the center of attention recently, Mr.Nearly got stabbed."

"Oh you hush." He rolled his eyes, he sighed a bit as he leaned against one of the cabins. "I'll be okay, you go do your own thing, okay?"

"Yeah I will." She laughed.

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The girl patrolled around a bit, her eyes searching for any lost campers when she watched Nick run slightly away from the outhouse seemingly locking it.

"Nick?" Her voice reaching his ears as a camper screamed inside.

"Max! Hey,, you didn't see that."

"Oh,, but I did." She giggled a bit. "Who's in there?"

"Sheila." Ziggy's voice met her ears, she turned to her.

"You guys locked her in there!? Oh my goodness." She laughed a bit. "What did you both do?"

"We Carrie'd her with bugs." The ginger looked proud of herself.

"With BUGS?" Max covered her mouth still giggling. "That's evil."

"Oh extremely, that's why it was my idea." Nick chirped up.

"You two- are assholes." She rolled her eyes, "don't do anything more stupid than this,, please." She kissed his cheek.

"I won't I promise," he smiled softly, she turned to Ziggy.

"You are probably gonna get kicked out for this one huh?"

"Not unless your boyfriend chooses to help me out of this again."

"My hero," she giggled cupping Nicks face.

"I like the sound of that." He hummed.

-

The girl had left the two only a few minutes ago, she was still just patrolling around so that no campers would get hurt or anything you know, her job. The sound of crunching leaves had her turning towards the sound. "Hello?"

Her eyes drifted towards a figure only a few feet away from where she was standing. "Who's there?" She called out. The eyes just trained on her, she could recognize that stature of who it was. "Tommy? You are being awfully quiet,, it's a little scary." She joked lightly.

He began to step forward, closer to the lights. That's when she took notice of the red that stained his face, the bloody axe in his hands. She was frozen, her eyes widened. "Tommy?" She needed to run, it was as if her feet were just stuck to the ground but the moment he got too close for comfort she began to run.

Terror, pure terror was all she could think about, her heart was pounding in her ears, she didn't even feel the scream leave her throat when she felt the warmth of the metal colliding with her left arm.  She flew sideways hitting a wooden cabin wall. "Ow- fuck fuck-" she cried her eyes drifting towards her soon to be killer.

"Tommy- please," she felt tears weld in her eyes as he lifted the axe upwards she had to make a choice in that moment, die or attempt to run away. She's a pretty small person as is, she's about five feet, pretty lanky with her limbs and there was a small opening so..

Her body moved faster than her mind could handle it, the axe hit the cabin as she moved out of the way her hair getting slightly chopped in the process, she was running towards well anywhere else just horrified. "Help! Someone please!" She cried.

She held onto her arm, her tan cardigan now staining crimson as tears rolled down her cheeks. Her eyes narrowed towards the woods. Could be worse, she didn't see anyone not a single soul, like the camp had been abandoned.

The brunette ran a bit faster, huffing a little bit as she leaned against a tree she was farther away from, Tommy. She winced a bit as she moved her hand away from the wound "oh this is so fucked.. oh fuck.." she closed her eyes as she heard screams. "The campers." Her eyes widened as she leaned forward adjusting herself.

"Get out of the woods! This isn't apart-" she moved forward a small painful gasp left her lips. "This isn't apart of the game! Get to the mess hall, hell get somewhere safe please!" She screamed.

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She doesn't know how long she had been walking or just telling campers to get out of the woods.

"Max?" until she heard Nick's voice, he seemed to be searching for the counselor, yet it was like heaven to her to know he was okay.

"Cindy! Kurt! Alice?? Joan?" He called out.

"Nick.." she whispered weakly as she was getting closer to him.

"Where the fuck is everyone!?" He turned his flashlight pointed towards her, his eyes widened as he ran toward her. "Max, holy shit.." he cupped her face, "oh baby,," his brows furrowed.

"Nicky,," she smiled softly her head slightly narrowed downward as she practically fell towards him.

"You- you are bleeding out.."

"I'm aware," she said breathlessly. He got on his knees as she just curled up towards him.

"Don't you dare die on me, Heartford!"

"Nick, what would you do without me if I died?" She laughed through her tears.

"I'd probably be found dead in a ditch." He laughed sadly, tears filling his eyes.

"My dress,," she swallowed dryly, "tear the bottom.."

"What?"

"Quick- quick bandage.. I'm going to die if I bleed out,, I don't want to die here,, I refuse to."

"Imagine- Camp Nightwing victim aged eighteen, Nick Goode's hot girl-friend," the male lightly joked as he tore the bottom hem of her dress off, taking the scrapped pieces and wrapping them around her wounded upper arm, she winced out in pain but it gave her some energy.

"Imagine,," she laughed dryly.

He helped her up, holding onto her sides. "We are going to be okay,"

"We are probably going to die."

"That's not very cheery of you."

"Nick,, I'm INJURED."

"..true."

"Mhm."

[brendaaaa]

Best Summer Ever (Max Mayfield x fem!Reader)

“This is gonna be the best summer ever!“ Lucas pumped his fist into the air.

He let out a whoop and cannon-balled into the pool, screaming as he went.

“Oh god,” Will covered his eyes. “He’s going to kill himself.”

“Ah, don’t worry, Will the wise,” Mike set a hand on the shorter boy’s shoulder. “He’s fine.”

You peered over the edge, into the pool. “It looks pretty deep.”

You hated deep water. It was pretty much an irrational fear. There was nothing that was going to get you in that water.

You looked over at your girlfriend, Maxine. She was looking hot as ever, with her long red hair in a messy bun and her freckles sprinkled across her sun kissed face. She wore a red bikini, a good look on her, you had to admit.

You look back at the water. It was dark blue, intimidating.

The party was situated in the backyard of Kimmy Taylor, Robin’s super cool (and rich) girlfriend. She absolutely loved the ‘children’ when Robin introduced them, and because Kimmy would be working, she had generously offered her pool to the kids for the summer.

It was pretty awesome, except for the fact that you were scared silly of deep water.

“Hey, El!” Dustin called out, running over to pick up the brunette girl, “let’s get in the water!”

He ran over to the edge of the pool, Eleven shrieking, pretending to be terrified although anyone could tell she wasn’t really, and jumped.

The two made a huge splash when they entered the water, and you shielded your face, although the rest of your body got soaked.

They came up laughing, and smiling.

You grinned too, as their smiles were the most contagious ever, and watched as Will and Mike jumped in as well.

Lucas, already in the water, came up from behind the two boys and started splashing them.

Everyone in the water started hurling water at the others, and it was actually pretty funny for you to watch.

“Hey love,” a voice said in your ear, and you felt soft arms wrap around your middle.

You blushed, and turned to look at your favorite girl. She rested her head on your shoulder, blue eyes smiling up at you.

“We should get in.”

“Wha-?” You said, not really hearing what she had said. Her beautiful face was too distracting.

“I said,” she crinkled up her nose, “we should get in.”

You paled slightly as you realized what she was talking about.

“Uh, no. I- I can’t,” you looked away, breaking eye contact.

“Aw why not love?” She whined, placing her cold hand on your jaw and turning your head back to face her.

You shivered slightly and looked at the pool. It looked like a blue pit. Deep, dark, and ominous.

“I don’t know…” you mumbled.

“Why not?” She said again. “It’s so hot outside. I mean c’mon y/n, I know you wore that bathing suit just for me…,” she said with a smirk, and you reddened, looking down at your rather skimpy one piece, and she continued, “But you wore it to swim too, right?”

Well, yes. But you didn’t know that the pool was going to be this deep!

Aloud you said, “Yeah...I guess,” not wanting to disappoint Max.

“Alright let’s get in then!” She said cheerily, and shook her flip flops off her feet.

You gulped, eyeing the water suspiciously.

“I- I can’t,” you said nervously.

“Oh sure you can,” Max rolled her eyes, “it’s just water, y/n!”

You opened your mouth to say something, and then closed it. As much as you wanted to please her, you knew that there was absolutely no way you were getting in that pool.

No way. You would stay perfectly nice and dry today, thank you very much.

Ironically, just after that thought, your lovely babe decided it would be fun if she pushed you into the pool.

You screamed, flailing your arms as you tumbled down towards the water.

The party all turned to look, some laughing, some smiling, but none appearing distressed.

You belly flopped in, creating a loud smacking sound as you were submerged in the water.

The water was cold, and even though it was miserably hot outside, it was not refreshing or nice at all.

It was freezing and miserable.

You realized with a jolt of panic that you were sinking to the bottom, like a rock.

Your cheeks puffed outwards, trying to hold your breath in, as well as the scream that was just dying to come out.

You kicked upwards quickly, propelling your arms around, trying to get back up to the surface desperately.

It wasn’t that far to the top, and soon you were gasping and coughing up water. Max plopped into the water next you, and wrapped her arms around you.

She leaned her forehead against yours, a smile tugging at her lips.

“Nice in here, right?”

You shook your head wildly, a few tears slipping down your cheeks.

“No, no. I want to get out. Right now!” You hiccuped, still kicking your legs back and forth aggressively, trying to tread water and stay afloat.

Max frowned, a bit concerned by your reaction, “okay…” she said slowly.

She pulled herself out first, and reached a hand out to help you get out. All of a sudden she stopped, peering at you.

“Y/n, are you scared of water?” She asked.

Well yeah, no shit.

You glared at her, “What do you think?”

“I-“

“Yes!” You cried out. “Yes! Of course I’m scared of water, why do you think I didn’t want to jump in?!”

She stared at you, a little unsure of what to say.

“You pushed me in! Why would you do that?!” You cried.

“Y/n,” she started, hands on her knees.

“Get me out!!!” You screeched. “Right now!!”

“Okay okay,” she grabbed your forearms, and pulled you out of the pool, dripping wet.

“You wanna, um, go inside?”

You nodded, huffing.

“Okay, uh, you can do that then. Um, y/n I’m really sorry,” she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “I swear if you’d just told me I would’ve never pushed you in,” she said sincerely.

You wiped your face off with your hand.

“I’m going inside,” you said stiffly, and marched off.

The rest of the party watched open mouthed, confused at the scene that had just unfolded.

You stomped into Kimmy’s house, flopping your wet body onto the couch. You groaned, feeling frustrated at your girlfriend and at yourself.

It was dumb that you got so upset with Max. She didn’t mean to push you in. She wasn’t that type of person.

Ugh. Why didn’t you just tell her that you were scared?! Why did your pride have to get in the way?

You groaned again, and clapped a hand over your forehead, covering your eyes from the light flowing through the window.

You surveyed the room. It was pretty nice, with some expensive furniture. Everyone’s clothes were scattered amongst the floor. Your eyes honed in on Max’s purple sweatshirt and brown shorts.

You smirked, getting an idea.

You pulled yourself off the couch, and closed the blinds on the window.

…..

“Is it just me, or did that pool get warmer as we swam in it?” you heard Dustin’s voice.

You were flopped in an armchair, watching tv and cuddled up in an afghan. It was surprisingly cold in the house, due to the air conditioning working overtime in the hot summer heat.

“You were probably just pissing in the pool,” Max retorted.

“Shut up Max,” Mike said. “We just probably got used to the water,” you heard him say to Dustin.

All of the party had shuffled in at this point. They all looked freezing cold, wrapped up in only their swimsuits and towels, shivering in the ac-blasted house.

“Hi, Y/n,” Max said, rather shyly.

You remembered that she probably thought you were still mad at her.

“Hi,” you said, giving her your warmest smile.

She smiled back, looking down at the ground. At least now she knew that you weren’t mad.

“So, who wants some pizza?” Lucas stretched out his arms, “I’m tired, and hungry as fuck.”

“Me too,” El piped up. “Can we get hawaiian please?” She gave Max her best doe eyes.

“Ah fine,” your girlfriend muttered, walking over to the phone.

She picked it up and started to dial the number. Growing up as a teen in the 80s, it was mandatory that you all had the pizza place’s number memorized. You never knew when you might need some fuel, or a pick-me-up.

Max turned back to look at El as she held the receiver up to her ear, “But don’t get that nasty fruit stuff anywhere near me,” she threatened, twirling the cord.

“I won’t,” Eleven smiled. Everyone knew that Max hated pineapple on pizza with a passion.

Max gave the order, and you, El, and the boys pulled out some board games to keep you busy while waiting on dinner.

The seven of you set up the candyland board.

“Why are we playing this?” Lucas deadpanned.

“Cause it’s fun,” Dustin countered.

“It’s a childhood classic,” Will insisted.

“You can cheat,” Mike smirked.

“Queen Frostine is sexy,” Max shrugged.

“It’s so FUN!” El beamed.

“I dunno,” you said. “But everyone else seems to like it.”

Lucas groaned, “Fine. But I better win,” he grinned, and flipped over the first card.

“Hey,” Will complained. “You don’t get to go first! The youngest always gets to first!”

“Yeah,” you laughed. “That’s me!”

And so the party played a rather uneventful game of candyland. Dustin won.

Knock knock knock.

Everyone looked up.

“Pizzaaaaaa,” Dustin said in a whisper, rubbing his hands together.

“I’ll get it!” You offered, standing up, and letting the afghan fall away from your body.

Max smiled at you, then a double take.

“Uh...y/n, are you? Wait a minute…” she eyed you suspiciously. “Are you wearing my clothes?”

“Caught me!” You laughed, and ran off to go meet the delivery guy.

“Hey!” She hollered. “Don’t think you get away that easy!” She was smiling, shaking her head.

“Get back here y/n!”, she giggled.

You ran, laughing and out of breath, to the door. You opened it up, and smiled at the short brunette pizza guy.

“Uh, three pepperonis and one hawaiian?” He confirmed.

“Ding ding ding,” you winked at him, and set the pizzas on the table right beside the door.

“Gotcha,” you felt Max hug from behind. You turned around, and kissed her cheek. “Hang on, I’m paying this dude.”

“Oh no no,” she said, smiling. “You, you are wearing my clothes! Why?” She touched the tip of her nose to yours, scrunching her nose.

You blushed, “Cause...I want to?”

“You look good, miss girl,” she whispered.

You coughed, and turned to the pizza boy and said, “Pay you back later?” as Max started to kiss you.

“Uh, excuse me-” he was cut off by you slamming the door in his face.

You laughed into Max’s lips, “You know, Lucas really was right.”

“What?” Max asked between kisses.

“This...is gonna be the best summer ever!”

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[amazingmaeve]

My, My, My, My, Lover - Scott McCall

Teen Wolf Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Summary: Y/N and Scott go through their life from high school to marriage and explore the ups and downs of a relationship.

Request: can i please request lover by taylor swift and scott mccall? i have fallen in love with tyler posey and lover is one of my favorite songs. as for an idea, maybe just all the cute moments of scott and the reader, from their first meeting, to the first kiss, a random moment of her scraping her knee or something, up until the wedding. i just need some scott fluff. 😭💕 thank you so much. you don’t have to write this if you don’t want to! 🥺

Requested by: @blkwd

Pairing: Scott McCall x Female!Reader

Warnings: Nothing just fluff

AN: Based on the Song Lover by Taylor swift. I love this and I love Scott and Taylor Swift.

We could leave the Christmas lights up 'til January This is our place, we make the rules And there's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you, dear Have I known you twenty seconds or twenty years?

Y/N met Scott when she was in the 11th grade through his mom who she worked with a student volunteer. She knew who Scott was since he was the captain of the lacrosse team but she never actually met him.

She was invited over to dinner when Melissa asked her to join her and Scott for dinner. She agreed because she didn’t want to be mean and rude to her.

When they first met they obviously had some chemistry.

Scott asked her out a week later with a smile on his face. And of course Y/N agreed because she liked the boy as well.

When she found out about him being a werewolf is when he showed her after a few months of dating. He was worried that she was going to be scared of him and run off.

But Y/N didn’t do that she hugged Scott and whispered in his ear and told him “Thanks for telling me and trusting me.”

Even though Y/N was kind of freaked out the first time she saw him turn to a werewolf she wasn’t scared of because she knew he could never hurt her.

Scott hugged her back thankful that he didn’t scare her off.

She became friends with his friends and was close with Lydia after they first met.

Whenever Y/N and Scott talked it felt like they knew each other for years. She loved everything about him and he loved everything about her.

Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close forever and ever? And ah, take me out, and take me home You're my, my, my, my lover 

After high school they stayed close through long distance since Scott wanted to be a vet and Y/N wanted to be a doctor. Even though long distance is hard they face timed and called everyday.

They visited each other in Beacon Hills for holidays.

When one day they came to Beacon Hills for Christmas. Scott was nervous since he was going to ask Y/N to marry him.

He asked for Lydia’s help to pick out a ring and Lydia gladly excepted to help. She was happy for her best friends.

They were in their 4 year of school and have been dating for a long time.

Y/N had a surprise for him as well. She was going to move where he was and take online school for the rest of her college years. She missed being next to Scott and didn’t want to be away from him even more.

After eating Christmas dinner her and Scott went out for a walk.

As she was about to tell Scott he got on one knee and got a jewelry box out.

“Scott what’s going on,” Y/N gasped.

“Y/N you and have been dating for 6 years and I know you are the love of my life. After Allison I thought I wouldn’t find anyone else but then you came along. Will You marry me,” Scott asked with a smile on his face while Y/N gaped at him with her mouth wide open.

“Yes,” She accepted with a wide grin on her face while pulling him up to hug him and kiss him on the lips.

Scott put the ring on her finger after they were finished with their kissing with a smile on his face.

“I can’t wait for you to be my wife.”

We could let our friends crash in the living room This is our place, we make the call And I'm highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you I've loved you three summers now, honey, but I want 'em all 

Now Living together Scott and Y/N live together are happy with their lives. Even happier than before.

After Scott asked her to marry him, she told him about wanting to move with him. At first he said no because of her education but she explained she could do on line school.

Scott was a bit hesitant but agreed none the less.

When ever their friends come to visit they would always have a place on the couch for them. When ever their friends were in town there was always a place for them at their place.

They only owned a one bedroom apartment and it was small.

Even though Scott was still a werewolf he could control it with the full moon because of Y/N.

Whenever Y/N saw Scott talking to a girl she gets a bit jealous because whenever she sees someone looking at him she thinks that they want him. She keeps that to herself because she trust Scott.

Same thing with Scott he would get jealous of any guy talking to her as well.

Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close forever and ever? And ah, take me out, and take me home (forever and ever) You're my, my, my, my lover 

Arguments.

They were very rare for Y/N and Scott but when they do they always end of saying something that they don’t mean.

Scott would always sleep on the couch and Y/N would always be alone in the bed.

This one argument was over Y/N wanting to get married sooner than later. Scott said not at the moment because they were in college still.

Y/N asked why and asked if he didn’t want to get married. And in return Scott told her why he wouldn’t be in love with and to stop being so selfish. In return Y/N called him a dick and ran to her bedroom locking the door.

Scott could open the door but decided against knowing that she need some time to her self. And he felt guilty.

He didn’t mean to snap at her but school was getting him frustrated.

In the morning Scott made breakfast for her.

“No,” Y/N blandly said before turning to the room but Scott stopped her.

“Please just sit and we can talk,” Scott pleaded with her giving her his puppy dog eyes. Y/N sighed and rolled her eyes before sitting down.

“So what do you have to say,” Y/N asked while shoving some bacon in her mouth.

“I wanted to say sorry about how mean I was, I was frustrated with school and took it out on you and I shouldn’t have,” Scott apologized to her.

“I just wanted to get married sooner,“ Y/N whispered looking down at the scrambled eggs.

“I know and I decided I want that too,” Scott admitted putting some eggs in his mouth.

Y/N head snapped up with a shocked look on her face.

“Really you sure you ok with that,” Y/N asked feeling really giddy. She didn’t want to force him into this thought.

“Yes I’m sure,” Scott chuckled.

Y/N clapped her hand getting up to sit on his lap bringing her lips to kiss his lips feeling happy. 

Ladies and gentlemen, will you please stand? With every guitar string scar on my hand I take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover My heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue All's well that ends well to end up with you Swear to be overdramatic and true to my lover And you'll save all your dirtiest jokes for me And at every table, I'll save you a seat, lover 

“You may now kiss the bride.”

Finally they got married. Y/N was so excited to marry him that day. She had the perfect dress and hair.

Y/N was so happy to be with him. She could be herself around him and he didn’t judge her for that.

With the hard ships they found each other.

Y/N had her hair broken by many boys and Scott had Allison die in his arms and he knew she would want him to be happy. He loved her and she loved him

Scott kissed her softly and everyone stood up and clapped happy for the too. Y/N had Lydia as her bridesmaid and Stiles was Scott’s best man which was convenient for the both of them.

“I’m so happy you’re now my wife.”

Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close forever and ever?And ah, take me out, and take me home (forever and ever) You're my, my, my, my Oh, you're my, my, my, my Darling, you're my, my, my, my lover

Now a year later Y/N laid in bed with Scott by her side. He was sleeping and she admired him as he slept.

His arm was wrapped around the huge baby bump.

She found out she was pregnant around six months ago. She was happy and worried. She didn’t know if Scott wanted to be a dad and if he didn’t would he leave her.

When she told him he was over the moon for Y/N and himself. He hugged her and kissed her happiness surrounded him.

“What’s wrong Y/N/N,” Scott yawned as he woke up and noticed she was awake as well.

“Nothing I’m just happy to be with you.”

[meantaylorsversion]

Bright Lights: Juke Famous/Alive au

Summary: Julie Molina wanted to be normal teenage girl but being an international popstar doesn’t exactly help her. 

a/n: i got too many ideas for this and it was supposed to be an one shot but it turned into a series oop and a big thank you to @everything-is-alrightt​ aka kenzie for supporting my ideas! and also divider is mine, oh and i’ve only been to cali once and the store they go to is made up! this was inspired by mirrorball by taylor swift 

warnings: none? idk

tagging: @everything-is-alrightt​

Julie Molina was an international pop star, but at 16 all she wanted to be was normal.  She was tired of all the fake friends and invasive paparazzi, she wished to have a real connection with people who loved her for the real her, not the persona that the whole world knew. Of course, she had her family and her best friends, Flynn and Willie but it got a little lonely at times, Julie wished for someone to spend nights looking at the stars talking about everything and nothing. 

Fate was something that Julie wholeheartedly believed in, she thought that everything was meant to happen and that the universe sends her signs. So when she bumped into the lead singer of an up and coming band on Sunset Boulevard, Julie was determined to be his friend. 

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to bump into you, are you ok?” The words came out of her mouth a mile a minute, as she reached to help him up. Luke takes her hand as he chuckles softly at her rambling. 

“Woah, Woah calm down! It’s alright, really, I’m okay! I’m Luke and you are?” 

Julie smiles at him with her smile so bright, it could rival the sun. As she starts to respond, they hear a camera click. Julie groans annoyed, as she realizes the paparazzi found her. She tugs on his hand, trying to drag him to the nearest shop she could find.

 God I can already hear the headlines now ‘Julie Molina seen with a new friend?’ she thought. The bell chimes as the two teens run through the door hiding behind a random shelf. Julie stared at his face for a few seconds before she bursts out laughing, Luke looks at her like she’s insane before he realizes who she is. He stands up excitedly but Julie pulls him back down, not wanting to get caught by the paparazzi again. She’s stopped laughing now, but instead, she’s listening intently to soft jazz playing in the background of the record store.

 “Holy cow! You’re Julie Molina! I’m— well actually my band and I are big fans!” He whispers excitedly. She gives him an annoyed look, the singer puts her finger up to her mouth telling him to be quiet. The girl sneaks a look from behind the shelf of records, she sees no photographers in her line of sight. Julie realizes she’s still holding Luke’s hand, she drops it immediately and turns away from him as she gets up from the floor, determined to look around the store. 

“C’mon, Luke let’s look around the shop for a little bit, it’ll be fun I promise,” 

“Aren’t I more fun to hang out with?” He dramatically throws his hand across his chest, while she shakes her head amused. 

 “Am I not enough fun for you?” He gives her a playful smile as he walks away to a different section of the store. 

Luke shakes his head to knock himself out of his starstruck daze. He turns to the nearest shelf, which happens to be full of rock albums,  and the teen picks out a record from his favorite band, Guns N’ Roses. 

“Ah-ha! Look, Julie, it’s my favorite band!”  The brunette boy points excitedly to the cover, he rushes over to her to tell her all about the band like they were old friends who’ve known each other for years. The two of them stayed in Sunset Records shop for an hour, picking records to show each other, the employees watched them with sly smiles, sharing music with someone is something they thought was deeply profound.

 Julie hears a buzzing coming from inside her jacket pocket, she gasps quietly as she remembers she was supposed to meet Willie and Flynn ten minutes ago at the cafe. She pulls her phone as she breaks away from where she and Luke are messing around.  She reads the text from Flynn and pouts slightly, she quickly texts back and walks back to Luke.

 “Hey Luke I totally forgot that I was supposed to meet my friend today, so I have to go, can I get your number? Ya know so we can meet up again”  His face turned slightly pink as she kept talking.

 “It was fun to hang with you—well minus when the paparazzi saw us but that wasn’t your fault. Ha! I should probably stop talking and get going, bye Luke!” He waves goodbye to her as she walks out the door, the bell signaling her departure.

[stonerbughead]

Maria watches friday night lights (#36)

5x13, the series finale i have heard nothing but good things about - I made it y’all! *wipes tear* this is a show i will definitely rewatch! It definitely feels like the kind of show that’s so layered that every time you go back you’ll pick up something new. I love shows like that.

i haven’t been on tumblr on my computer in a long time but im gonna go through and add “read more”s to all of these recaps! 

(thanks to anyone who read these nonsense recaps! if you enjoyed these...in addition to my currently-on-hiatus riverdale podcast @bodysuitsforbughead, I have another teen drama-centered podcast in the works, follow @LeftyTeenDrama on Twitter and @leftistteendrama on Instagram to get updates when it launches! I’m taking a break on working on it till i move but it’s gonna be a big part of my 2021 projects. I’ve already recorded one episode with two of my favorite people in the world and it’s gonna be amazing. It will be about a variety of teen dramas, but FNL will definitely be included.)

and without further ado, my final FNL ramblings under the cut:

And we open with one last montage of shots around Dillon from a car, with a “Christmas in Texas” song playing. Amazing. 

Oh wow, I love the “FIVE DAYS TILL THE CHAMPIONSHIP” vibe. The build-up is already here. A shot of Julie in the stands watching practice! 

It’s super uncomfortable that people are talking to Vince about his “future teammates” on the Panthers before the post-season is even over.  “I don’t really wanan talk about that. I want to talk about how the East Dillon Lions are gonna win State.” “Is that a promise?” These Texas sports journalists are WILD. this is a teenage boy whose school’s funding just got cut right before the biggest game of his life! Can we have some sympathy?!

“I hear they’re taking the cream of the crop for the Superteam so I’m gonna be honest with you, what are you gonna do?” EXCUSE ME SIR? I repeat, TEENAGE BOY. Tinker’s response of “you’re an asshole” and storming away was more than appropriate!!!

“No comment”ing his way out of there like a champ.

Ah, the age-old tradition of decorating a Christmas tree while arguing about a five-year football coach contract in Dillon or a dean of admissions job offer at a prestigious Philadelphia college. Julie’s just sitting there with Gracie like ooooh boy 

“Here is where we put our tree, not Philadelphia! It’s a Texas tree.” OMG STOP IT. Lol Julie putting her hands over her ears.

YAY MATT SARACEN IS AT THE DOOOOORRRRR im so excited

Wow I did not expect this proposal to come that quickly into the episode! Like i knew it was coming in this episode but aw. They’re so soft! Just like, oh i’ve been thinking about you nonstop since our perfect Chicago tryst and oh look here’s grandma’s ring let me casually get down on one knee in the town where we fell in love. And after she was just talking about how much she misses Matt to Tyra the episode before? That “yes” she gave feels so certain because of it. Aw.

The grandma’s ring really fucks me up because you know how close Julie and Grandma Saracen have gotten over the years. My heart!

“Oh my God, your dad must’ve flipped.” “...What do you mean?” OH NO Eric Taylor is totally the type to care. “...When you asked him to marry me.” Oh I knew this proposal was too early in the episode, im dying!

“You need to go man to man.” Ugh Julie i liked Matt’s plan of just going and telling them much better. His look of fear when he repeats “man to man.” dead. 

Wow no theme song??? That’s how you know it’s gonna be a long series finale!

Andddd here we are, a bickering Riggins “I may or may not be going to Alaska.” “Is it because you raw dogged Tyra last night?” i literally gasped.

LMAO Mindy trying to say Tim and Tyra are incest now that Mindy and Billy are married and then Tim and Billy immediately being like “nope, no blood lines, that’s not how incest works.” Someone should send that memo to all those anti bughead stans about bughead and falice

“What do you think about me taking Stevie for the day?” “I’m fine with that. There’s no going back, I’m going to get the bag.” LOL Mindy spoken like a true parent also YES to Tim and Stevie spending time together.

Poor Jess not realizing that asking Eric if she can follow him to the Panthers is a much bigger question than she thinks se’s asking.

AWW Tim and Stevie at Grandma Collette’s. How cute. 

“Seven’s back in town?” “Yeah, he and Julie got engaged!” 

Tim/Tyra and Matt/Julie double date?? Aw I love that Tyra knows that Matt and Julie got engaged. I really love Tyra and Julie’s friendship. 

I’m laughing really hard at Matt’s speech to Eric trying to ask permission. This is so funny. 

Eric’s like, “is this kid serious rn?” 

Not to be that northern bitch but don’t kids get married at 18/19 all the fucking time in Texas?? I feel like it’s more common in even more rural parts of like...any state.

“The answer to your question is gonna be no today, it’s gonna be no tomorrow, and it’s gonna be no until the sun burns out.” LMAO wow i didn’t see this coming

“This was really just a courtesy, we were hoping for your blessing.” YES MATT.

OH BOY Eric did not just try to speak FOR his daughter, im not about it. “My daughter’s answer to you is ‘no.’” That’s some patriarchal shit right there.

“We’ll never know if we’re East Coast people if we don’t try it!” “We have a MUCH BIGGER problem.” Dude, it’s Matt Saracen, the softest boy who has loved your daughter for years, i actually think the fundamental decision of where you and Tami continue your future might be slightly more pressing. 

“I don’t know why you’re yelling at me! I think we agree on this!” IM SCREAMINGGGG 

Aw, Tami getting teary-eyed at Grandma Saracen’s ring. “It’s just, y’all are so young.” I know but this is a TV show universe so we let teen marriage slide for the right couples, ok. 

Tami and Eric wanna take Matt and Julie to A CONVERSATION DINNER??? This is gonna be so funny. 

Aw, Vince got his dad a ticket to state? “I want you to be there.” if this fucker doesn’t just come and shut his mouth

Oh wow Becky’s mom is finally coming back? And yay Becky’s finally over her Tim crush. “So friends?” “I say family.” AWWW MY HEART.

“You guys were our age when you got married.” ARE YOU SERIOUS? “It was a different time.” Y’all have no leg to stand on here.

“Marriage requires maturity.” Says the man who won’t let his wife take a huge job offer. What, who said that? (Okay the way Tami’s watching Eric give this speech about compromise, thinking she’s thinking the same thing.)

“You guys got married when you were my age, and how many times did you move? How many different things you’ve gone through and look how you’ve made it work. You guys are my inspiration.” AW. I wish my parents had a stable enough marriage to be able to say that LOL but nope.

OH NO poor Tami getting up from the table because she’s emotional! Because she’s clearly always thought of her marriage that way too but maybe not lately AH

Eric, babe, that’s your cue to follow. 

Oh shit, Jess’s family is moving to Dallas? Well, damn.

Eric saw Vince not take a ticket for his dad and came to his watering hole to hand deliver it? “Young man gets a chance like that maybe once in a lifetime.” and mic drop, walk away.

Luke casuaklly meeting Becky’s mom for the first time while coming by to try to win Becky back. “I love you. I’m so sorry.” AWWW. growth!

YES cheers to Matt and Julie! “Here’s to Mr. and Mrs. Saracen.”

“Always thought you’d be the first person to say that.” AW

Yes halfway through college, go Tyra!

Awwww, Matt being like “let’s dance” and pulling Julie up. So cute. Yes, Tim asking Tyra to dance. 

“I got plans.” “I don’t.” OMG is Tim saying he’ll just follow Tyra? Damn.

Why tf is Buddy calling Eric first thing in the morning to tell him about Buddy Jr.’s cast and “staying here el permanente” and GETTING HIM TO SIGN A CONTRACT BEFORE THE GAME? Y’all are shady as fuck!

I love that seeing the Braemore papers made him stop, tell Buddy off, and not make a decision in that moment. What’s gonna happen???

“I won’t be a part of your Superteam after all.” Hopefully Eric won’t be either! Aw Jess thanking him “for the greatest experience of his life.” “I think it’s been mine too.” AW.

Eric’s gonna give a coach in Dallas a good word for Jess? So beautiful. Yesss!

AW Julie and Matt decorating the Saracen Christmas tree, and Grandma trying to get Julie to wear her old wedding dress!

Emotional at this hug between Julie and Mrs. Saracen. “I love you.” “I love you too.”

Awww Vince finally being glad that Jess is part of the team...at the moment when it’s about to end.

Yess Tyra and Tim picnicking on the land? 

And YES to Tyra going into politics, I could see it! “Along the lines of Mrs. T. Except bigger.” YES GURL.

“I’ve been in love with you since I was five years old.” AWWW that is so precious. 

“I’m gonna build a house exactly where we’re sitting. I’m gonna get a job. And I’m never gonna do anything illegal for the rest of my life.” Oh, Tim. my heart!!!

“Maybe one day, our dreams can merge together.” THAT’S SO BEAUTIFUL. What more does one really want? Oh, these beautiful life-filled shots of them drinking beer on the land where Tim wants to build a house. Art!

Oh shit, Eric’s racing to get to Santa in time to be there with Tami and Gracie?! “You scared me half to death. What’s going on?” 

“I turned the contract down. It’s your turn. I want to go to Philadelphia. Will you take me to Philadelphia with you, please?” YESSSSSSSSSSSSS what they deserve! What Tami deserves!!!! My heart!!!!

Ugh, the imagery as they get to State is amazing. The boys taking in the field, the players suited up praying and getting in the zone beforehand. The screaming in the stands waiting for them.

“You may never know how proud I am of you.” “You changed my life, coach.” AW.

Eric’s pre-game prayer overlaying the image of the Lions bursting out onto the field! Yes yes yes!

The way they slowed everything down with just music, and focused in on the faces of so many characters - Vince’s dad showing up, Eric and Tami saluting one another from stand to sideline, Becky cheering in the stands excitedly for Luke, Matt and Julie holding each other, Buddy on the sidelines screaming, Vince’s mom jumping up and down - just absolute perfection. 

And we’re back in, with actual in-scene sound at 26-21 with 3 seconds left on the clock??? Jesus!

AH and every single character watching the football fly in the air, WOW the DRAMA.

Holy shit, they fast-forwarded to one of Eric’s players in Philly catching a football eight months later in Philly??? THIS SHOW IS SO GOOD. WOW.

Tami looks like such a badass strutting around campus!

YES Tinker is on the Panthers! Take that, bullying reporter! 

Aw, the East Dillon Lions sign coming down. :( feels.

Nooo Luke don’t go to the military! Noooo I hate that. Poor Becky. They’re the exact type of couple who gets caught up in that really sad cycle - too poor to really have many other options, so the whole “free college when i get out!” thing starts to look really attractive. smh.

But i love how they used the championship ring he gave Becky as a way to signal that the East Dillon Lions did, indeed, win the state championship eight months earlier...and that Jess is wearing the ring on the sidelines of a new field where she’s working with the coaches! amazing!

Yay Matt and Julie live in Matt’s beautiful Chicago apartment? Perfection. They really look so good in that city together. 

New beginnings in a new city together for both Tami and Eric AND Matt and Julie? I’m living! It’s what they deserve!

Tim and Billy building Tim’s house and drinking beers! “Texas forever.” “Texas forever.” MY HEART.

“Clear eyes, full hearts.” SILENCE. “Ah, we’ll deal with that later.” LOL

Yesss Tami coming out to meet Eric on the field!!!

“Ready to go home?” “Yeah, let’s go.”

And the lights go off on the field. End show. AMAZING. Truly, an epic series finale! An epic show! I will definitely rewatch and i am so glad i finally did! Thanks to anyone who gave a shit about my ramblings.

[mirkwoodshewolf]

Time travel rescue crossover fic; 11th Doctor x teen reader ft. Queen

*Author’s note*

Well guys this is it. After tomorrow I will be HOME FREE OF SCHOOL AND THEN GRADUATE AND LEAVE COLLEGE FOREVER NEXT THURS. So now that I FINALLY completed my assignments save for my final tomorrow, I can finally start posting some more stuff up. Now this series came from a wattpad request, and not only that but I’ve seen several time travel fic regarding Queen but this one is a little different, welcome to my 2nd crossover series and this one is based around.

DOCTOR WHO!!!  Yep and as mentioned in the title it takes place during the 11th gen. of the Raggedy Doctor. So in this fic it’s the ACTUAL band Queen, not the BoRhap boys being Queen. So some facts I’m pulling based off people posting facts through here and some knowledge I began to find myself. I hope you all enjoy the first few chapters of this series and give it a shot :) Happy reading the next few parts I’ve got. And if you’d like to be tagged in this series, just leave a comment below.

Taglist (this series open):

@psychosupernatural​

@plethora-of-things​

@ixchel-9275​

@waddles03​

@platawnic​

@bensrhapsody​

@geek-and-proud​

@queendeakyy​

@kairosfreddie​

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*December 20th, 2019*

I was riding my bike through the streets of London which was packed with Christmas decorations.  Everyone scrambling around trying to do last minute shopping, I however had a different agenda.  I was going to meet a friend of mine that I promised I would meet.

I arrived off the corner of Kensington street and there I saw the famed blue police box.  I parked my bike just across from it and looked around to make sure no one was watching or coming towards this direction before finally hopping on in.

And once I stepped inside, I found myself in a place that looked bigger on the inside.  For you see this wasn’t any ordinary police box, this was the TARDIS, a time machine in English that was owned by none other than…..

“Ahh so good to see you’ve arrived on time (y/n).” Well speak of the devil.

“Don’t I always when it comes to you?” I said as I walked towards the raggedy old fool and hugged him.  A man known as The Doctor.

“How’s your nan doing?”

“She’s better.”

“I know she is, now that she don’t have to worry about you hanging around with those no gooders. Aren’t you glad I found you when I did?” To make a long story short, after both my parents were thrown in prison on various charges, my nana was the only legal guardian to take care of me.

Well by the time I reached 13, I was starting to follow down the same path as my parents.  A life of petty crime, mostly gang banging and some drugs.  That was until the Doctor came into my life when I was turned 14.  After a few time adventures with him, it got me to see that life really is too short.  So I left the gang life and tried to make things up with my nana and I’ve been clean and good for 2 years now.

It’s hard I’ll admit, especially trying to get away from the violence that I had been known in my gang.  Back with them they called me the ‘Tigress’ cause I showed no mercy when it comes to fighting, I could literally become a savage animal at the snap of a finger.

We hugged each other and he said.

“So what shall it be today?”

“Well…..” I pulled out my phone and opened up my Youtube playlist and went to the first channel that was labeled QUEEN concerts and I clicked the first link.  “Could I maybe tempt you into taking me back to a Queen concert? Specifically their Christmas Eve concert they did after the release of a Night at the Opera in 1975. I think next to the Live Aid performance, that’s my favorite concert of theirs.”

“Well as I once said I didn’t ever want to tamper with actual history. But it’s Christmas, the time for miracles. Maybe I could overlook this just once. Plus who could refuse a Queen concert?”

“Apparently most kids my age.”

“Alright so Christmas week 1975.” The Doctor went over to the control and flipped some switches and soon we were off.

However as we were traveling through time and space, there was a sudden jolt.  The lights flickered and I was knocked over towards the railing.

“What the hell was that?”

“I don’t know. We shouldn’t have hit something.” He activated a few buttons and turned on the monitors.  The look on his face turned pale with horror.

“What is it Doctor?”

“We picked up a straggler.” The TARDIS jolted again.

“Is there any way to shake it off? I mean what exactly has us?”

“I’m still trying to read into it’s vital signs but it’s cloaked itself good, even from this old girl.” Suddenly the doors opened and soon coming in was this figure.

It sorta looked human as it did have a human form but it’s skin was like a dolphin or a sharks, it had long claw-like nails with webbing between each finger.  It hissed at us and the Doctor quickly improvised and directed the TARDIS in a sudden right jolt.

The creature went towards the wall but it kept its eyes locked right on us.

“Doctor the doors!” I cried out.  He looked towards the doors to still see them open.

“Hang on and don’t let go whatever you do! Just hang on tight to the railing!” I nodded and he tried as best as he could through the wind of the time vortex we were still spinning through.  I kept my eyes on the Doctor unaware that the creature was slowly crawling up towards me.

Suddenly I felt this painful grip on my forearm and slowly claw down it.  I let out a cry and I turned to see the creature standing right before me.  It hissed at me revealing razor sharp teeth, it’s black soulless eyes staring deeply into mine.

“Doctor!” I cried out.  Then without warning, the creature dug its claws into the back of my hands and pushed me outward forcing me to fly out of the TARDIS, barely hearing the Doctor calling out my name.  Then I guess I must’ve blacked out because I couldn’t remember anything after that.

When I finally came back around, the first thing I felt was cold and something wet.  When I slowly opened my eyes, I saw nothing but white powder in front of me, as well as flakes falling onto my face.

Slowly I got up and found myself in London, or at least I hoped it was.

“Doctor? Doctor!?” I called out.  I looked down at my hands to see they had indented claw marks and were bleeding.  As a wind chill blew across me, I began shivering and I walked out of the alleyway to see people walking along the streets with shopping bags.

‘Okay so I know I’m on Earth, or at least I think I am. But when exactly am I?’ I thought to myself.  I thought if I kept walking then maybe I could find a store or something to shed some light on where and when I am.

I walked along and I could see Big Ben as well as the London eye, okay so I am in London. And based on the fashion choices that I saw people walk by in, I could be in the 70’s.  Finally I reached a newspaper stand and I quickly grabbed a newspaper and read the date.

December 19th, 1975.  Okay so I was one day and 44 years into the past, thank god for that at least.  I mean I could’ve landed somewhere far worse.  But what happened to the Doctor? And just what was that thing that attacked us? As I went to turn around I bumped into someone.

“Sorry I—I was looking where I was…..”

“No problem love, it was an accident.” That voice it—it couldn’t be.  I looked up and the first thing I see are those entrancing blue eyes and long golden hair that shined like the sun.

“You’re—you’re……” I was completely starstruck because standing right before me was none other than Roger Taylor.

“Roger Taylor? Yes, I’m going to assume you’re a fan of Queen?” I softly nodded.  Oh my god I can’t believe that I’m standing in front of the Roger Taylor.

I mean—it was because of him I became interested in the drums.  Shortly after I left the gang life behind; since I had always been a Queen fan since childhood, my nana bought me my first ever drumkit after my six months of being clean of the violent outbursts.  She thought I could do have a better outlook banging the drums instead of banging with another gang.

His style of drumming has always fascinated me and sometimes I would try to copy some of his solos as best I could, and I’ll say that I’m a pretty decent drummer but I’ll never be up to his level of drumming.

“Well since you seem to know my name, may I know yours?”

“Uhh (y)—(y/n).”

“It’s nice to meet you (y/n).” he held out his hand for me to take.  I was nervous to take his hand but I didn’t want him to think that I was a bitch. Hopefully the bleeding has stopped, so I reached out and I took his hand.  Unfortunately he immediately noticed the blood.  “(Y/n)….what happened to your hand?”

“Oh well I—I was…..a cat scratched me.”

“These don’t look like any cat scratches I know. And believe me Freddie has over 7 and I’ve been scratched by almost all of them at some point in time.” He then tucked some hair away from my face and he continued, “Be honest love, I won’t judge you but I need to know. Did—did some arsehole…..assault you?” Well to a degree but not in the way he was implying, but how do you tell your idol that? So to kinda put him at ease I whipped up a quick excuse.

“Well…..I—they just came out of nowhere…. I-I-I tried to stop them but they…..”

“Ohh you poor thing,” he cooed as he gently embraced me.  “Come with me. I can help heal those scratches and make you a warm cuppa, eh?” I nodded and he then guided me towards the Hammersmith Odeon.

When we got there, I’ll be honest that I couldn’t believe that I was in the actual Hammersmith Odeon theater.  Cause back—well forward in my time it’s called the Hammersmith Apollo and it’s mostly shown dance acts, and live performances for comedians.

“First aid’s in the dressing room. That’s the last known place I know it was at when Fred was dealing with some blisters the other day.” He guided me towards backstage and I saw dozens of roadies and other volunteers and workers getting ready for sound checks, probably for a rehearsal.  “Here we are.”

Roger opened the door and guided me inside. Already I saw four sections of the big dressing room where each band member got ready.  I saw from the photo of Veronica holding baby Robert that the section I was standing near was Deacy’s corner.

Just ahead where the red special was and what appeared to be an astronomy book was Brian’s place.  And of course the one where dozens of cat pictures along with the beautiful Mary Austin’s picture was Freddie’s.

“Okay let’s see; first aid, first aid, first aid.” Roger muttered as he went through Freddie’s side.  Lifting up various music sheets, journals and drawers. “Damnit Fred where the bloody hell did you put it—Ah-ha there you are!” He then pulled out an old school style first aid kit. “Right have a seat over here love.”

“I—I don’t know. I mean am I even allowed to be in here?”

“No not really but this is an emergency. So come on, sit. I don’t bite.” Cautiously I walked further in the dressing room and sat down in Freddie’s seat. “Okay let’s see here, we’ll need antiseptic cream, and…bandages.”  He took out the cream first and he told me to show him my hands.

He then began to doctor up both my hands, but just before he put the first aid kit away, he noticed that my right sleeve was stained with blood.  He carefully rolled it up and that’s when I saw the four long scratches that went from just an inch or two below my elbow to my wrist.

“Oh my god love. I—I’ve never seen a weapon do something like this, what did they use?”

“I—I couldn’t see what it was. Is it bad?”

“I don’t think so. But let me go a bowl of water, and a couple of towels to see what we’re dealing with here. Blood always makes things seem worse than what they are. Just stay here for a moment okay?” I nodded and he smiled at me before exiting the dressing room.

Once he came back with items, he set them down on the table and gently guided my arm over the bowl and dipped one of the towel into the water.  He wrung it out and slowly began dabbing away the blood.  I hissed on occasion and with each hissed, he apologized.  Once the blood was cleared away, he dabbed the dry towel over my wet forearm before carefully observing it.

“Well they don’t look too deep for stitches, otherwise we’d need to call the hospital.”

“Yeah, thank god.” I was grateful for that because I won’t even be born until 30 years from now so there’s no way any hospital would have my records.

“Hey (y/n), if you don’t mind me asking, what exactly happened?”

“It—it’s honestly a blur to me Roger. I was—just minding my business with a friend of mine then next thing I knew we got jumped and….oh shit my friend he….he doesn’t know where I am! I-I have to find him!”

“Hey, hey, hey, hey (y/n), (y/n) calm down. Deep breaths for me.” He gently calmed me down and got me to take a few deep breaths. Man, who would’ve thought the Roger Taylor would be the one comforting me during a freak out episode.

“Sorry.” I muttered.

“No, no don’t apologize at all. Look let’s get you healed up first, and then we can think about finding your friend, alright?” I nodded and he said as he gently cupped the side of my face and gingerly thumbed across my cheek “Atta girl.”  Suddenly the door opened and a voice said.

“Whoa were we interrupting anything here my darlings?” Oh my god—no way. It was him, it was really him.  Freddie Fucking Mercury. Vibrant and young Freddie Mercury. Alongside him I saw Brian May to his left and John Deacon was to the right.

“No not at all guys.”

“Whose this?” asked Brian.

“This is (y/n). I found her—well actually she ran into me while I was at the newsstand. Shortly after she got jumped by some thugs.”

“Oh you poor darling!” Freddie cooed as he raced up towards me. “Who were the bastards that did this to you? You give me descriptions and I’ll fucking murder them!”

Aww, I can’t believe that after just meeting me not even 10 seconds, Freddie’s already wanting to defend my honor and beat up the fake thugs that did this to me.  All those interviews of people calling Freddie nice, seeing it with my own eyes, they weren’t even close to describing Freddie’s kindness and loyalty.

“It’s alright Freddie, there’s no need for you to go to jail for assault.”

“Well fuck that! Anyone who gangs up on a girl like that deserves to have their arses beaten.” Can’t argue with him on that. Suddenly I felt the stinging sensation of the antiseptic cream go onto my scratches.

“Sorry love.” Roger apologized.

“It’s—alright.”

“Roger give the girl fair warning next time!” Freddie exclaimed.

“Would you like anything to drink (y/n)? Water? Tea?” asked Deacy.

“Well Roger was gonna offer me a warm cuppa.”

“How about a hot chocolate instead. After a night that you had, why not take something a little warmer. Plus nothing cures trauma better than chocolate.” Deacy offered.

“Okay, I can go for a hot chocolate.”

“Coming right up.”

“Lucky duckie. Deacy dear makes the best cup of hot chocolate ever.” Freddie told me.

“Sneaky bastard won’t let us in on how he makes it!” Roger called out.

“Because you lot don’t deserve to know!” Deacy called back as he peeked back in the room before heading back down the hallway to make my hot chocolate.

“Right, time for the bandages.” Roger said.

“Here Rog, I’ll take care of that.” Brian stepped forward and took over the doctoring.  My god if you had told me three years ago that I would be getting doctored by Brian May and Roger Taylor, be served hot chocolate handmade by John Deacon and having Freddie Mercury rub your back comfortingly as your being doctored by the.

I would’ve told you, you were crazy.

As Brian began wrapping my arm up, he looked up at me and asked.

“Too tight?”

“No, no it’s fine.” I assured him.  He softly smiled and kept wrapping my arm up till it covered up the last of my scratches.

“There all done.”

“Thank you Brian.”

“You’re welcome (y/n).” he said with that warm smile of his.  It was then Deacy came walking in with a cup of hot chocolate.

“Here you go (y/n), I just took it out of the microwave so be careful.” I took the cup between my hands and allowed the hot mug to warm up my cold, numbing hands.  I blew on it before taking a light sip.

Holy shit the guys weren’t kidding. I mean at first my nana’s hot chocolate was always the best but now I’m starting to think Deacy’s overpowers my nana’s special recipe.

“Oh my god, this is so good.”

“Glad you like it dear.”

“I mean—I think you just kicked my nana’s famed recipe out the window.”

“Well I mean no disrespect to your nana.” Deacy said apologetically.

“No, no, no hell if she were here, she’d be wanting to get your recipe herself.” Deacy smiled that sweet, eye crinkled smile as he softly chuckled.

“Not only the best bass player we could find but also the best hot chocolate maker we could ask for.” Freddie praised as he placed an arm around Deacy’s neck.  Aww my god I can’t believe I’m witnessing firsthand of the bond these two shared. No wonder why Deacy left after Freddie died.

“Oh stop it you old tart.”

“Ahh Brian! Deacy’s using those dirty words again!” Freddie whined out.

“Hey lads, the manager’s closing up the stadium for the night if you all are done for the night.” Queen’s future manager Jim Beach came into the dressing room.

“Thank you Miami.” Freddie said.

“Do you have a place to stay tonight (y/n)?” asked Brian.

“Uhh well I—”

“Yes. As we were on our way here I told her that she could stay with me for tonight. Just in case those thugs try and find her again.” Roger spoke as he wrapped an arm around me.  I looked to Roger and he looked down at me assuringly and winked at me.

“Well then let’s get a move on. I’d rather not be locked up in here over night.” Deacy said.

“Well said Deacy. Not like back in Atlanta eh?” Freddie teased.

“I thought we vowed to never talk about that!” Deacy snapped.  As the guys walked on ahead, Roger and I lagged behind and I asked him.

“You sure it’s okay for me to stay with you?”

“Yeah. I’ve got an extra bed in my room. Plus I don’t want you to be out in the streets in the middle of winter.”

“Thanks Roger. But what will I do about clothes?”

“I’ll let you borrow some small clothes as pajamas for tonight. Then tomorrow Freddie and I can help you shop for some clothes. Maybe we can also find that friend of yours.” I smiled softly and said.

“I—don’t know what to say.”

“Say nothing, c’mon let’s get back to the hotel and into bed. You’ve had a long night and look like you could use some rest.” We then got into the car and the driver drove the five of us back to the hotel. Roger guided me towards his room and using his key, he allowed me in first.

It was a pretty big sized room with two beds as he said, a small telly and a closet.  Roger went inside and muttered to himself before finally pulling out a plain black t-shirt and some sweats.

“Here, these are too small for me, hopefully they’ll do you some good. The loo’s just over there.” He pointed towards the jointed room beside the bed farthest from the window.  I walked inside of it and changed out of my clothes and into Roger’s old stuff.

The pants were obviously a little too long but the shirt fit snug around me.  I then went over to the mirror and looked down at my bandaged arm.

“Oh Doctor, I hope you’re alright. Where—whenever you are.” I don’t know what that thing was that attacked but I prayed that he was alright and somehow managed to lose it.

“(Y/n)? You okay in there?” I heard Roger’s voice say.

“Yeah, yeah Roger I’m good.” I then stepped out of the loo and Roger looked me over.

“Not bad, I’ll give the pants a trim so that they’re not dragging across the floor tomorrow. Then tomorrow when Freddie and I take you out, we’ll get you some clothes that will fit you.”

“Do you think he’ll want to join us?” I asked

“Absolutely. Besides he looks for any excuse to shop and he’s better at picking clothes than me. I just pick what matches based off of fabric, damn eyesight.”  That I did know for a fact.  But I chose to act like I didn’t know that fact.

“Thanks again for all that you’ve done for me tonight.”

“Again love, no thanks are necessary. I just hope your friend didn’t get into the squabble you were in.”

“I hope so too.” I muttered before letting out a long yawn.  Roger softly chuckled.

“It’s getting late, why don’t you get some sleep?” I nodded and walked over to the bed that was closest to the radiator.  I tucked myself in and almost immediately fell asleep on the old, lumpy mattress.

*Roger’s POV*

Even though she had taken my bed next to the radiator, I didn’t have the heart to move her.  After the night she’s been through, she deserved to have as much comfort as possible.  

After taking my nightly shower and changing into my pajamas I looked over at (y/n) hoping that we would find her friend in good health, cause if (y/n) managed to get away with scratches like those, then I pray her friend’s not worse.

[lucarioisinthevoid]

Oh god, oh fuck, what did you ask, why did you ask this, this is instantly growing out of hand- I legally have to put it behind a “read more”. Sorry, but this gets really long for no good reason. I’m so sorry, when it’s about music, I just lose it-

- Mike scoffed. “This ask was clearly asked by someone who doesn’t listen to music. Asking for a favorite songs as though there is ANYONE on this fucking world who would go “ah yes, I have ONE song for every event that I ALWAYS want to listen to, no matter my mood.” That is absolutely ridi-“ “FREDBEAR AND FRIENDS THEME SONG!” Jeremy instantly screamed, a big smile on his face. “It’s so cute! So happy! I love it so much!” I’ll be your friend, right to the end! Join the party! Don’t be afraid, we’ll find a way! Join the party! Follow the pack, we’ll have a blast! Join the party! I’m here for you, we’ll make it through! JOIN THE PARTY!

Irritated Mike glared at him. “Is that even a song? Technically speaking? It’s a fucking INTRO.” This disagreement was quickly dismissed by Jeremy. “No, it is a song that I love very much.” There was an annoyed sigh, but not much pushback. “… fine. I have a SHITTON of songs I like, but… I think my currently favorite song is… ULTRAnumb by Blue Stahli. I don’t know. It hits just right.” VIOLATED! SO DEGRADED! The show has just begun! (Three, two, one!) DOMINATED BY ALL YOU HATED! This will make you ULTRANUMB!

Phone Guy seemed a bit embarrassed. “U-uhm… I don’t, uh, listen to much music. I really like the stuff they put in the background of documentaries is actually pretty impressive stuff. I like that, but I can’t really… access that? I mean, I don’t know how to. But I like having something calming in the background.” So… soundtracks, huh? There are pretty good soundtracks, like “Winds over Neo Tokyo” from the movie Akira- “I think though as a SONG, I really like… a bit dumb probably, but “Feel Good Inc.” by Gorillaz? It’s probably pretty standard… but, uh. I like the light distortion. Makes it easy to sing along. And I kinda, uh- relate to the feeling of hopelessness in it…” Windmill, windmill for the land… Turn forever hand in hand! Take it all in on your stride, It is ticking, falling down Love forever, love has free, Let’s turn forever you and me! Windmill, windmill for the land Is everybody in…? “Uh- I know the song is probably about something completely else, but I just-“ Scratching the back of his neck, Phone Guy looked away. “I don’t know. I’m sorry.”

Materializing out of thin air, Nemo proceeded to T-pose. “YOU ARE TALKING ABOUT MUSIC. YES. MY TIME HAS COME. I have the best taste from everyone here. I have the EDGY music.” Getting out his MP3-player, he began searching through the music library. “Ah, there we go. This one. “Arrested Youth” – The Kid I Used To Know. That the one!” Life is a voyage some people try to avoid it- I seek to try and destroy it, I swear I feel like a toilet bowl, Shitting on everything I’ve ever said or I’ve done You told me this should be fun! Thanks for the talk, are we done?! This is my masterpiece, a tragedy, I wrote it myself, It’s full of irony and blasphemy, it’s practically hell, But the perfect part about it is it’s all that I’ve got! I’m over wasting time in life trying to be something I’m not!

‘Cause fuck that shit! Yeah, I don’t want be that kid. No, I’m not going to hang my head, And be another accident!

So long to the kid that I used to know! So long to the place that I used to go! I’m not an R.I.P. I’m not another sick, sad tragedy! “The song is great, I absolutely relate to it.” The teen laughed. “Especially the tone of the singer. Really fits me. I could imagine writing songs like that myself!” A bit too excited, he began oversharing. “I always wanted to write songs. And I did! A lot, kept them in a little book.” His expression broke a bit. “… then I lost it. At home. Somehow.” He turned a bit bitter. “Yeah. Asked mom. She didn’t see it. Asked dad. Of course, he had NO idea. Anyways.” He threw his bitterness away with a shrug. “Now you know the reason why I’m actually not rich and famous yet. I lost like… 3 years of absolute riches to that setback and I feel stolen from. The world OWES me and castle and I WILL get it. But until then, I guess I listen to other artists like me!”

Dave was jumping up and down excited. “Oh, oh, Anon Sport, you don’t even KNOW how many I have! Like everything Sportsy whistles! And Rasputin- that one- oh, oh, no, in one car I stole there was a CD- and they had a group- Royal Republic? Funky songs, pal, lemme tell ya. Listen to it while rushing down the highway, it made it some of my favorites! The best is “Good to be Bad” though, no contest!” Oh lord come help me die! I can’t believe my eye! I’m not the same that I was when I got here! I´ve made a dirty mess, My lord I do confess, I know I’ve been bad, So bad! I’m not the only one! I’m not the bastard-son! The other kids made me do things that I don’t usually do… Misunderstood, I’m the plague of the neighborhood! And it feels so good! So good! “Seein’ Sporty making a flip in the running car while this was playin’ was somethin’ MAGICAL!”

Marion scoffed. Was he even included in “the gang”? Well, if Jeremy was, so was he. “Seeing as I never had much choice in listening to the music I could like, I don’t really have a taste. Everything that isn’t nursery rhymes made into songs is GREAT. Especially if it has nothing to do with music boxes.” It still calmed him down to hear music like that, but he developed a bit of a grudge against it. Sure, he and Jeremy were working on that, but he really couldn’t call it his favorite kind of music. “… well, Dave oftentimes played the CD he just mentioned while transporting me. I guess I liked a few songs from there? Somewhat? “Everybody Wants to Be an Astronaut” was pretty good.” I can feel my body shiver, the lights are everywhere! They marvel at my heartbeats inside the atmosphere… And I’m looking at the world, in a way you never could! I knew I’d be a traveling man, but I misunderstood… So tell me, why is it we’re never happy?

‘Cause everybody wants to be an astronaut! And take the long tall trail into the stars! Everybody wants to show a brother what they got! Everybody wants to be an astronaut! Marion looked away. What he kept for himself was that he really disliked the last line. Everybody wants to be a superstar! No. None of the kids wanted to be a superstar. … ‘cause everybody’s happy when they’re playing the guitar! Everybody but them. Everybody. But them. So tell me, why is it we’re never happy?

Old Sport smiled, for a moment a bit sadly. “Oh, it used to be “Not too late” by Lemaitre.” Not Too Late my friend! Take it up and try again! I’ll stand right here… While you walk to face the end, As the skys clear up again I’ll disappear- And have a go again… Snapping out of his emotional side, he laughed. “But now I actually have TASTE, thus it’s TAYLOR SWIFT’S “Look what you made me do”, RIGHT MIKEY-“ “YOU HATE THAT SONG TOO, ADMIT TO IT. YOU FUCKING HATE IT. ESPECIALLY THE REFRAIN. IT’S ALL SUCH UTTER SHIT, YOU ONLY PUT IT ON TO FUCKING TORMENT ME. FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!” “Like clockwork. It’s a thing of beauty.” He laughed until Mike quieted down from the back, then looked back at the Anon. “But seriously, why did you even include me. You know what it is! THE CLASSICS! “All Star” and “Never Gonna Give You Up”! Well, maybe with a dash on “We are number one” for good measure. You know, the songs people with TASTE listen to.”

Ethan was sitting in the back, looking at the golden guard badge he had received for signing up with the company. Quietly he sung. “Sven Korner was in the newspapers this Monday Big picture from a time he danced the waltz Yes, he took the life of Victoria Come home, explain to Christiania “Come here, officer, here are thousand bucks I’ve saved” And give me Korner, and give me him soon!” He closed his hands around the badge. “It’s a song by Kaizers Orcherstra. I just happened to stumble over it- originally it’s in the Norwegian language- I do not even know how I found the translation. But I like it a lot. It helps me work.” He hadn’t found her. He wasn’t even quite sure in what kind of afterlife he was. But it gave him great satisfaction to know the man who did this to his daughter was in a far, far worse place. “I know what’s in store for you… I know what it is you’re hoping for, I know what’s in store for you.

Oh, you have a tune you think everybody will follow! But I wouldn’t follow that tune, not on my life! We’re playing poker with a revolver, Having no respect for Fredrik Meltzer… Now you shall dance to our tune 'till you bleed! You shall dance Ompa 'till you Die!

Think about it, Sven, how good it will be in Heaven… I hope you fold your hands before you go to bed… Cause it can get hot down here. It can be hot down here. Sven, it can get hot as hell down here!” -

Henry leaned back bemused. “The best thing about this ask is certainly that everyone now knows what a horrible taste you have.” Says the guy who has his head so far up his ass that he basically only listens to classic. “Oh, no. I listen to everything. But at least I acknowledge that everything I hear has some form of merit, even if it is not my taste. You however, do not, thus you can be shamed for your taste.” Screw you.

[volturialice]

Spork Haven chapter 19: hur-fucking-rah

welcome to spork haven, where I spork the EL James fic you’ve never heard of

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previously on Spork Haven:

actor!Edward went to NYC and yelled at hotel maid!Bella a lot and it was shitty! this somehow led to them confessing their love for each other! thanks, I hate it!

chapter 19 starts with Edward on the phone with his agent/bodyguard whatever, Taylor, who if you’ll recall is the exact same character from fifty sh@des. he tells Taylor why he’s in NYC and what’s been going on with Bella. Taylor offers to make Bella a star, which Edward turns down on her behalf because he doesn’t think it’d be “her bag.”

yeah, because he doesn’t know her at all. the only things he knows about Bella are that she likes cellos and his dick him. (no really, that’s actually in the text.)

Taylor advises Edward to keep his relationship under wraps, both for publicity reasons and because he’s worried Edward might be "at risk” from the bad guys who are after Bella.

ah yes, that’s the spirit. he keeps calm and carries on, flying back to Vegas to be ready for another day of work.

that night he is awakened from his “delicious fucking erotic dream about little Bella Swann” by a call from none other than the delicious little orphan herself. he asks her if she’ll come with him as his date to an awards show in LA the day after tomorrow. she responds “like a date?” as if this is a huge new concept. apparently these characters do not remember that they’ve already BEEN ON A GODDAMN DATE.

yes. she has. WITH YOU, FUCKFACE. remember that thing with the lake picnic? Edward dressing up like a maintenance guy? the classic stupid EL James Erotic Elevator Kiss™? why are they acting like this will be their first date when they already made a huge honking deal out of their actual lame first date?? I don’t know but I hate them (and erika) more than ever.

Bella tells Edward the reason she’s never been on a date before (🤬) is because her grandmère didn’t let her date boys (or girls. sorry, Edythe.) then she says

now, I really want to like this line, because it hearkens back to one of my all time favorite Edward lines in canon, where he tells Bella the reason he’s so good at piano and languages etc is because he had to pass the time while the rest of the Cullens were off fucking each other’s brains out.

but I CAN’T because of the STUPID CONTEXT of this ASININE FIC whose author apparently can’t even remember the things SHE HERSELF WROTE a few chapters ago.

anyway, Bella says she’ll ask Emmett and Jasper if she can fly to LA for a date with Edward. I hope they say yes but only on the condition that they get to come too and sit between Edward and Bella the whole time.

Edward is in a great mood the next day because it’s Tanya’s last day on set. “Hur-fucking-rah,” says Edward (no, really.) he gets Eric (hi Eric!) to 

you know what would be a better way to cut ties with Tanya and discourage her from assaulting you in public? not buying her a present.

just saying. 

anyway Eric buys Tanya an antique mirror, which Edward finds “very apt.” get it? it’s because she’s old and vain. in unrelated news, I am going to buy erika an antique mirror for christmas.

Edward has a fun day on set because Mike’s teen daughters come to visit and he gets to show them around. you’d think Mike would’ve learned to keep any child of his far, far away from Safe Haven!Edward by now, but apparently not.

when Edward gets back to his hotel room, surprise! Bella is there! she is wearing “fuck—a skirt.” Edward is very happy about this

mmm. sexy.

idk about y’all but nothing gets me going like a nice complex simile about a specific big ol’ concrete barrier that holds back water.

anyway they kiss and stuff, Bella tells Edward that the criminal trial she’s a witness in is taking some days off so she’s flown in for the weekend, and they kiss some more.

then we get another classic erika Infantilize-Then-Sexualize moment, of the slightly more unusual self-directed variety

yikes. while they are making out, Edward asks Bella if Emmett and Jasper came with her (they did), referring to them as “the Chuckle Brothers.”

now I, unfortunately, have never been a British child, so I had to google the real life Chuckle Brothers. they did not disappoint:

from now on I will be picturing these two dudes whenever Emmett and Jasper are mentioned. no further questions.

anyway, Edward and Bella start to get it on

I would make y’all another sideburns moodboard but I can’t. not again. i’m...not strong enough.

anyway, they go on to have sex in a seriously dull passage about which only two things are notable:

1. the writing is beyond atrocious. like. there’s not a comma IN SIGHT. here’s a real sentence, copied and pasted directly:

I free her hair bringing my hands down to the sides of her breasts and with my thumbs I pull each of the cups of her bra down freeing her breasts and they’re forced up by the under wire of her bra pointing directly at me.

try reading that out loud without pausing for breath at any point. I dare you.

2. they don’t use a condom.

jesus h. christ on a cracker, if erika gives these characters a baby then as god is my witness I will call cps

best “fucks”

“fucking glee”

“an unexpected fucking delight” (bella)

“fucking innocent” (bella)

“anxious as fuck” (bella)

“a fucking girl” (edward)

“completely fucking blank” (edward’s mind)

next chapter: a fucking moron

[burgers-and-french-fries]

Nova & Ellie: The Finale!

Note: This is the last part in the series. I hope that you like this and I hope that it makes sense. I know that this is really out there but nevertheless, here is what you wanted.

This series originally stared as an imagine that I wrote for someone very near to my heart. @sarahegerton96

Enjoy!

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It had been more than a few years since Gary was born. Life for the Egertons had been busy. Taron had managed to pick up a lot more work but that meant that he was gone all the time.

The kids had all grown into very intelligent people and Sarah couldn’t have been prouder. Even though she was proud of how far they’d come, the kids had their moments. Gary’s favorite thing to do was to shoot his Nerf bullets at random objects and it drove Sarah crazy. She always found those things in the most bizarre places. The ceiling for example.

Ellie was Ellie. The girl kept to herself most of the time and threw herself into her school work. The fact that she studied so much did make her parents proud but at times they would have to push her to go and some time with her friends.

Nova was another story altogether. She was a good kid but she most certainly had a stubborn and secretive streak. She was the one that dabbled in things that she really shouldn’t have. For example, sneaking her ‘friend’ Taylor into her room after her mother had told her not to.

So with that being said, you could imagine how the current situation was going to unfold.

Taron had come home early one evening from a business trip and when he walked into the house, he saw his wife in the kitchen making dinner, Gary was once again shooting at everything and Ellie was sitting at the breakfast bar reading her latest book, ‘To kill a mockingbird.’

“I’m home.” Taron announced as he walked further into the house.

“Hi dad.” Gary cheered as he ran up to his father.

He threw his arms around Taron’s middle and hugged him tightly.

“Hi bud.” Taron greeted as he pat his son’s back.  

“I missed you.” Gary admitted when he pulled away from the embrace.

“I missed you too. Why don’t you go wash up for dinner. Something tells me that your mother is almost done.” Taron suggested. 

Gary nodded but before he ran off, Taron spotted the bullets sticking to the tv. The father had to really stifle his laughter.

“Before you go, remove the bullets please and pack it in for the night.” He said. Gary groaned but did as he was told.

Taron then walked over to his wife and daughter.

“Good book?” Taron asked as he kissed Ellie’s head.

“Not sure yet but I’ll let you know dad.” Ellie replied, not looking up from her book.

Taron nodded and made his way over to his wife.

“Hello my angel.” Taron said as he wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her cheek.

“Hi baby. How was everything?” She asked quietly, knowing that Taron didn’t want them to know what he was really doing for work.

“Full on. Where’s Nova?” The father asked in reply.

“She should be in the dining room with Taylor studying.” Sarah answered, turning the stove off.

“I’m going to go and clean up before saying hi to her.” taron said, moving away from Sarah.

“Don’t be too long, dinner is almost ready.” The woman said.

Taron hummed and hurried upstairs.

=

“Are you sure that this is a good idea?” Taylor asked, not wanting to be caught having sex with his girlfriend.

“Of course. Mum thinks we’re downstairs studying. As long as we’re quiet it will be ok.” Nova whispered.

Taylor was about to remove her bra when Taron spotted them from down the hallway.

The father stormed toward his daughter’s room.

“Both of you get out of this room now.” Taron boomed with rage. Both teens shot out of the bed in just their underwear.

“Calm down dad.” Nova chanced.

“Don’t you dare tell me to calm down. Get dressed and get your asses downstairs.” He continued to boom.

Sarah heard the commotion and went upstairs to see what was going on.

“Honey what’s wr-” Sarah started before her eyes landed on her daughter and her boyfriend.

“What the hell is going on here?” Sarah asked with her blood beginning to boil.

“Nothing.” Nova mumbled.

“Both of you get dressed. I want you downstairs.” Sarah instructed.

“But mum.” Nova whined.

Both Taron and Sarah gave their daughter a stern look and she knew to shut up and listen. 

=

“You know better than this. I told you to stay down here and you disobeyed me.” Sarah hollered after Ellie and Gary had gone to bed.

Nova just sat and listened to her parents rant and rave at her.

“You have gone above and beyond young lady and we’re very disappointed in you.” Sarah continued to holler.

“Well, what do you have to say for yourself?” Taron asked, still feeling his blood boiling.

Nova chewed on her lower lip as she tried not to cry with embarrassment. She knew that she was in the wrong and she knew that she had really betrayed her parents trust in her.

“Nova, we’re talking to you.” Taron and Sarah said in unison.

“Look, I know what I did was wrong and that i’ve betrayed your trust. I’m sorry I hurt you.” She said before she got up and rushed upstairs to her room.

“We should honestly just take her door away.” Taron said, getting up from the sofa and walked to the kitchen.

Sarah sighed and followed behind.

“Do you remember when we had to give Nova the talk. How embarrassed she was.” Sarah recalled, letting a chuckle escape her lips.

“Yeah, She caught us after everything.” Taron added.

“It was embarrassing for all of us.” Sarah said, wondering if Nova running off had anything to do with feeling embarrassed and ashamed.

“I know what she did was wrong but do you think we’re being too hard on her?” Sarah questioned.

“Not at all. She knows the rules of this house and she broke them. She’s got to learn that she can’t get away with something like that, especially since you were under the impression that she and Taylor were studying.” Taron said, still quite cross.

“You’re right. I’m overthinking this.” She said, waving her hand around.

=

The next morning, Nove woke up earlier and went downstairs. She hoped to make her parents breakfast as an attempt at an apology but as she got half way down the stairs, she could hear Sarah and Taron talking about her and Taylor.

“You’re going to have to take her door away. I’m not dealing with her attitude in regards to that.” Sarah said before sipping her coffee.

“What other punishment are we giving her?” Taron asked.

Nova sat down and listened to them. She felt immense guilt and she was hoping that her parents would have been more understanding as they were her age once but she was mistaken. Not that she could really blame them.

“What are you doing?” Gary whispered as he sat next to his sister.

“Nothing.Hey, if mum and dad ask where I am, can you tell them that I’ve gone to see uncle Rich?” Nova asked, looking at her brother.

“Why are you going over there now? How do you even know he’ll be up?” Gary questioned in reply.

“I’m not actually going to see him. It’s just a cover. Just do it please.” Nova said.

Gary nodded in agreement and watched as Nova rushed upstairs to put things into a backpack so that in reality, she could hide out in the treehouse for a little bit without her parents asking where she'd gone.

Once she was in the treehouse, she texted Richard to tell him what happened and asked him to cover for her. She really couldn’t face them and she knew that if they saw her, they’d yell at her again. 

=

“Morning.” Gary said as he trudged down the stairs a few minutes later.

“Morning my boy.” Taron said as he cooked the eggs.

“Where’s Nova, usually you two come downstairs together.” Sarah asked.

“She went to uncle Rich’s.” Gary replied as he sat next to his mother at the breakfast bar.

Taron and Sarah shared a look, knowing that unless she snuck out her window, she was still home because she hadn’t used the front door.

“Are you sure she went to Richard’s?” Taron asked, having a feeling that she had gone to see Taylor.

“Yes dad. I’m sure.” Gary replied as convincingly as he could.

“Right. If I call him and ask, what is he going to say?” Taron asked.

Gary looked his father in his eyes.

“He’d say that Nova was with him.” Gary replied, feeling confident that Nova would get their uncle to cover for her.

“I swear, you make a good liar kid.” Taron complimented.

Gary rolled his eyes and began to eat the eggs that were placed in front of him.

“Why don’t you just check the tracker.” Gary said with his mouth full.

“What?” Taron asked with shock.

Gary swallowed his food. 

“I may be little but I’m not stupid dad.” He replied.

“How did you figure it out?” The mother asked.

“Figure what out?” Gary inquired, knowing that his father was about to admit that he was actually a spy and that his acting was just a cover.

“That I’m a spy and not an actor.” Taron replied.

Gary smiled cheekily.

“I didn’t until now. You’re easy to lie to.” Gary said with a chuckle.

“So I just admitted my actual job in the way I didn’t want to.” Taron said, sighing in annoyance.

Sarah burst out laughing. She knew her kids were smart but what Gary had just done was brilliant and she was very proud of him.

“Maybe he’ll join the family business one day.” Sarah said through her laughter.

=

It had been a few hours since Nova had set up camp in the treehouse. She had unpacked everything and was now poking around at the little memories that had been left up there.

“Hey, I thought you were at Richard’s?” Taron said as he entered the treehouse, scaring his daughter.

Nova just shrugged and wrapped her arms around her knees.

“I just wanted to be alone but obviously the little snitch told you where I was.” Nova said, referring to her little brother.

“He didn’t say anything. I came out here and I saw you moving around up here.” Taron admitted.

Nova nodded and hid her face in her knees.

“When did you grow up on me?” He asked, sitting down next to her.

The both of them sat in silence for a little while.

=

A few weeks later, Nova and her parents were on good terms again and the teen was happy for that. 

Taron and Sarah had taken the time to sit both Taylor and Nova down to talk to them about being safe and as much as it pained them, they even said that if they wanted to be up in her room with the door closed, they had to ask first and had to accept whatever answer they got.

The teens agreed and since then, the atmosphere in the house had changed for the better, well that was until today.

Nova had come home early from school as they only had a half day and as she walked into her room, Sarah called.

She had asked her daughter to get something from her closet and throw it in the wash so that she could wear it for the parent teacher meetings she had the next day.

Nova agreed and went to retrieve the outfit after hanging up with her mother.

“Ow fuck.” Nova whined as she tripped over one of her father’s shoes. The girl happened to rest her hand on the wall and in doing so, Taron’s gadgets and whatnot appeared.

Nova gasped at everything. She was freaked out to say the least.

“This has to be a joke.” The girl said to herself. Things like this only happened in movies and they were supposed to be fake. Right?

She was about to leave when her eyes landed on the orange suit Taron had worn for their father daughter date all those years ago.

It was at that point that Nova started putting two and two together. 

=

“Mum, can you pass the peas please?” Ellie asked as the family sat around the dinner table.

Sarah nodded and passed the peas.

“How was school today?” Taron asked Nova. He had already heard about Ellie and Gary’s day.

Nova ignored him. She was pissed off.

“Nova honey, are you ok?” Sarah asked.

Nova dropped her fork and stood up before removing the ring from her finger and throwing it at her father.

“I hate you.” She seethed, hurrying upstairs to her room.

“What’s wrong with her?” Ellie asked.

“A story for another day. Let’s just leave her for now and carry on with dinner.” Taron said.

Later that night, Gary appeared in Nova’s doorway.

“Mum and dad want to talk to you downstairs.” He said.

“Tell them I’m sleeping.” Nova replied.

“I’m not a pigeon. You tell them.” He pouted.

“Fine. Goodnight you little pest. I love you.” Nova said as she walked past him.

“I love you too.” Gary responded, walking to his room.

Nova stormed downstairs and into the living room where her parents were waiting like they always were when they wanted to speak to the kids.

“Whatever it is that you feel like you want to say, I don’t want to hear it.” She shouted.

She went to turn but was stopped when her father spoke.

“Nova, what did I do to make you so mad?” Taron asked, genuinely confused.

Nova looked at him and raised her brow in annoyance.

“That’s for me to know.” She spat, knowing that he’d get the reference.

Taron hung his head and sighed.

“Your brother told you didn’t he?” The father asked.

Nova scoffed and folded her arms.

“You are unbelievable. You are such a hypocrite.” She said, unfolding her arms and placing her hands on her hips.

“Now wait just a minute. He is still your father.” Sarah warned.

“Father or not, all we have been fed from the moment we could talk was that in this family, we do not lie, we do not keep secrets and we are always honest. Those were dad’s words. I’m supposed to just sit by and let this slide. And no, Gary didn’t tell me.” Nova ranted.

“It was both your fault actually. Mum’s for telling me to go into your closet and get her clothes to wash and yours for leaving your damn shoes in the way. I tripped over them and caught my balance by catching the wall but imagine my surprise when I see a whole fucking arsenal of guns and whatnot. You can keep that bloody ring for all I care.” She finished before storming back upstairs and slamming her door shut for effect.

As soon as they knew Nova was upstairs and in her room, Taron burst into tears.

“Come on babe, don’t cry. Nova didn’t mean it, she’s just hurting right now.” Sarah said, just as Taron’s phone buzzed.

He wiped his eyes and picked up the device.

<<Saw me moving around in the treehouse my ass. That fucking thing is a tracker isn’t it!>>

Taron handed the phone to his wife before getting up and going to his office to be alone.

=

EPILOGUE:

It had definitely taken a good chunk of time but eventually Nova came around and even grew to like the idea of her father being a Kingsman spy. Ellie didn’t really seem to care when it came time to tell her. She thought it was cool but it didn’t surprise her. And Gary you may ask? Well he indeed followed in his father’s footsteps and even took his position when Taron stepped up as Arthur.

Needless to say, the Egerton family certain had their fair share of hardships but they also had lots of good times. 

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[tired-college-student-writing]

The Misconceptions of Malcolm Bright: Luctor et Emergo

Summary: Malcolm Bright is a mess of a man.

Malcolm Bright can barely take care of himself.

Malcolm Bright would rather die than miss a murder scene. 

Chapter 1: Semper Progredi  Chapter 2 (HERE)

Chapter 3: Amicus certus in re incerta cernitur

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After the third time, Malcolm’s phone went to voicemail Gil was closing in on frantic. He had basically been begging to work on a case for the last week, but now wouldn’t pick up his phone for a triple homicide? Something was up and he could see through how his team kept looking back at him that they were confused too.

They were almost wrapping up at the scene and yet their profiler was nowhere to be seen. Even Edrisa looked a little lost when he didn’t bound up behind her throughout the examination of their latest Vics, three girls in their late 20s with gunshot wounds to the head, positioned like they were just sleeping in the middle of the alleyway, complete with a pillow and blanket each. It was the kind of scene Malcolm would have been bouncing over, words tumbling over each other as his mouth struggled to keep up with his thoughts.

But he wasn’t there, and Gil knew that he wasn’t the only one scared by this idea.

“BS,” A sickly thin boy screeched as he glared at the blonde girl next to him, “Flip them,”

“Read them and weep, Tay,” She laughed as she flipped the top five cards revealing them all to be Kings.

The boy, Tay, groaned but grabbed the cards nonetheless.

“Well,” Malcolm hummed from where he sat cross-legged on the ground with his back to the door, “Erica is out first. Shall we keep going or move on to Crazy Eights?”

“We could play Egyptian rat screw,” The familiar blond-haired boy offered only for Malcolm to reach out a ruffle his hair.

“You know the rules, no contact games.”

The girl next to Isaac snorted, elbowing him lightly, “Keep trying Güero, I’m sure you’ll slip something by Jefe sooner or later. I vote we keep going”  

The other four teens around the circle agreed as Isaac pouted but laid down what he claimed to be two aces.

Gil can openly admit that this was not the scene he was expecting when the ‘Find My Phone’ app had told him Malcolm was at a psychiatric hospital. From the corner of his eye, he could tell that Dani and JT hadn’t been expecting it either.

The girl that had won glanced up, her pale blonde eyebrows cocked upwards, “What’s the fuzz doing here?”

Malcolm’s head snapped around, grinning up at them.

“Oh hello,” He greeted, before turning back to the stack, “three twos,”

“You’re Bright’s coworkers,” Isaac commented lightly, before he glared at the pile, “Also that’s BS. Take the cards.”

Malcolm groaned dramatically making the teens around him laugh.

“These are the friends you’ve told us stories about?” Tay asked, his cheeky grin putting dimples in his ashy cheeks, “I thought they’d look cooler with how much you talked about them.”

“Yeah,” The blonde girl teased as Malcolm’s ears burned bright pink, “They don’t really look-”

“Hey,” Malcolm cut in, “I told you guys about them in confidence!”

The teens started giggling again.

“Come on Jefe, you know we love you,”

“Your teasing is unneeded and unwelcomed, Gracia.”

“Sure, Jefe, whatever you say.”  

Dani was smirking now, “Well I can say I honestly have no idea what’s happening, but if you have dirt on Bright, I definitely can’t wait to get to know you guys,”

“Ohh,” The blonde girl grinned, “I’m a fan of this one,”

Malcolm dropped his face in his hands groaning, “Oh course you do,”

“Don’t worry, Bright, your still Kam’s favorite,” Isaac mocked.

“Damn right he is, where else am I going to find a pretty rich boy to hang out with us?” She laughed making the teens cackle again as Malcolm just glared at all of them.

“You all suck,” He groused, “Accept for Terry”

The buff African American teen grinned, pumping his fist in the air.

Gracia nodded solemnly, “Entirely fair, Terry is an angel.”

Gil’s lips twitched up into a smile, “How about you introduce us Bright,”  

The profiler tries his best to look put out, but his eyes are brimming with fondest as he introduces the team to the group of teens.

They already knew Isaac from when the young boy had murdered his father, but this boy looked happier than he had when they met him, held himself more surely, around him were five teens, Kamila, the blonde girl with delicate features, Gracia, the Latina with a wide gap-tooth grin, Taylor, the much too skinny Asian boy who trembled with energy, Terry, the mute African American boy with welcoming eyes, Abeer, the middle eastern girl whose bright yellow hijab seemed to match her personality, and Iqran, the Indian boy who seemed to calm the others with a look.

All of the teens already knew all of them, fairly well actually.

Because Malcolm came to visit the kids once a week with stories of his week.

Because he spoke of them so often that the teens could recount things about each of them with unnerving accuracy.

The kids were all very attached to Bright as well it seemed. Isaac and Abeer were leaning on him even as the game came to a close as all of the teens seemed more interested in interrogating the police officers for funny details about the profiler, which they gave up willingly, though more family-friendly in certain points, JT and Dani taking glee in flush overtaking Bright’s face and neck. Kam and Gracia sassing the man as he tried to stop his coworkers from spilling too many details. Taylor and Iqran had taken flicking their cards at him only for the profiler to retaliate, Terry on his side, it seemed the only thing keeping the four from waging a full-on card war was the nurse seated in the corner glancing at them from over her book.

A beeping jerked all of them out of Dani telling the group how her night taking care of an accidentally drugged Bright had gone, with the man being so red he didn’t complain when a laughing Isaac climbed into his lap because he was to busy burying his head in the teen’s shoulder.

Gil pulled his phone from his jacket, “Edrisa finished her autopsies for our latest vics.”

“There’s a case?” Malcolm asked, perking up causing JT to roll his eyes.

“No,” The older man huffed, “We tracked you down when you didn’t answer your phone because we wanted to go play basketball,”

The sarcasm didn’t stop the smile from spreading Bright’s lips, “Sorry I turn it off when I come for my visits. We can head out soon and I’ll be happy to form a profile,”

“Soon?” Tay asked, eyebrows furrowing, “What’s the holdup?”

Iqran gave him a pointed look, “Gee I wonder what Mal makes sure to do each time he visits?”

Malcolm rolled his eyes, “I’ll leave after lunch.”

“You have work,” Tay protested, “That’s more important than eating with me.”

“Kid,” Gil cut in, “If you can guarantee Bright comes in with a full stomach, I will be willing to wait all day.”

Bright gave a sheepish smile but Tay seemed appeased.

Malcolm led the pack of teens out of the room a few minutes later as the cops head out, with a promise that they would have their profiler back in an hour and a half.

“Wait,”

The cops turned back to see Abeer and Terry standing at the door.

“What’s up kids,” Gil asked, “I thought you headed to lunch.”

“We just wanted to thank you,” She said as Terry nodded, “Mal seems like he’s really sad most of the time, but his eyes get lighter when he talks about all of you. It makes the floor feel like we aren’t too broken when we see that he has friends and family that still love him.”

She took off before Gil’s heart could finish shattering in his chest.

Terry hesitates before handing a piece of paper to Gil and followed the smaller girl out of the room.

Unfolding it neat crayon letters stares back at him

Thank you for keeping our big brother save, please make sure he can keep coming back to us

Dani and JT were peering at the note over his shoulder, could see the tears glistening in Dani's eyes, the shake in JT's hands, knowing that the scene had thrown them more then it had thrown himself.

After all, he was used to damaged children not knowing if they'll ever be okay.  

[softboyuris]

Love of My Life

Roger Taylor x Reader

3.6k+ words

A/N: this is my first fic for Queen and also just in a while, I haven’t written something for fun in a while so there’s that. This is inspired by this post and @blushmis fic of the same name (they were the anon) so go check their story out 

He promised he’d call after the show but that didn’t stop your anxiety from getting the best of you sitting by the phone, leg bouncing up and down. It’s a different time zone. You never really know when the show will be over. He promised. 

Roger and you had been together the better part of three years. You had been Brian’s neighbor for most of your life and he treated you like his little sister so when he went off to university with you two years behind him, you missed him dearly but were relieved to have space. Now you could be the rebellious teen you’d always tried to be but failed cause Brian was always by your side, keeping you out of trouble.

You packed a lot into those two short years. To your surprise, Brian was actually proud of you. Or at least that’s what you thought until he practically forced you to attend the same uni as him. Which you didn’t mind. Brian had become a changed man in college, joining a band, staying out late and going to parties after his gigs.

Your first day was great only because you finally got to see Smile, Brian’s band, perform. Although you weren’t too fond of the drummer when you first met, something between then and now made you fall for him.

As soon as Freddie joined the band, you knew they would be a success. With Freddie’s vocal range and drive and the bands' raw talent and songwriting skills, there was no way they wouldn’t hit the charts one day.

Roger became the infamous playboy, much to your dismay. You hadn’t told anyone of your feelings for the drummer but you always had a sneaking suspicion Brian knew.

After weeks of meaningless bathroom hookups after gigs, hanging off each other at the afterparties and kisses that didn’t even mean much, Roger stopped hooking up with other girls. You two never actually made it official. It was just an unspoken thing that you were his and he was yours. 

Now they were on tour for A Night At The Opera which you sadly were not able to come on due to finances. Rog promised that he would call every Monday night, even if they had a gig and he hadn’t missed one yet, no matter how late in the night it was that he called, you were there to answer.

You missed him more than words could express and could barely wait for him to get home in the following month.

But no matter how much you missed him and trusted him, you couldn’t help but think about all the girls that throw themselves at him during shows and at the afterparties. You had more trust in him than anyone else but there was always going to be a part of your mind that wandered to those thoughts.

Sitting, anxiety bubbling in your stomach, the thoughts get the best of you. What if he was- is cheating? You would never know. He’s a good enough liar although you know he would never want to lie to you. He would be honest and break and beg for your forgiveness.

He hasn’t cheated before so it’s not like you have good reason to think he will. He knows your past and knows that’s something unforgivable in your eyes. And you love the idiot so what are you suppose to do. It’s just, this is the first time you haven’t been by his side during a tour or recording session. You’ve always been there.

When the phone rings you’re not expecting it. Your heart is racing when you pick up the phone, whether from nerves or excitement you don’t know.

There’s lots of noise on the other end. He’s definitely at an afterparty. “Y/N?” Knowing it’s you, he doesn’t wait for a response. “I’m sorry I’m calling so late, I got swept up. It was such a fantastic show.”

“Rog, I can’t-” You were cut off by Roger relaying the same thing you were about to say to him to you before saying he’d call back in a second, “just let me find someplace quieter.”

You place the phone down with a shake in your hands. You know it will be easier for the both of you if you’re out of the picture, at least while they’re on tour. He’s at an afterparty, of course, there will be girls there, but hearing them yell Roger’s name in the background of the call made your stomach churn with jealousy.

You’re phone rings again but this time you’re expecting it, letting it ring through a couple of times before picking up. It’s much quieter on the other end this time.

“Sorry, it was so loud. I couldn’t hear a thing.” Roger’s soft voice comes through the receiver and you have to swallow back the tears closing up your throat. 

“Look, Roger-”

“I miss you. Sorry for interrupting, I know how much you hate when I do that but I really miss you.” You can hear his sad smile through his words, making what you need to say ten times harder.

“I miss you too. But, I’ve been thinking about it a lot and I think it’s best if I stay out of your way.” You can hear Roger start to protest but you cut him off. “It hurts to be apart from you for so long and not having any idea what you’re getting up to. I don’t want to hold you back. I don’t- I can’t be that girl that’s waiting at home for you. I love you. I am sorry. I just think we’ll both be better off this way.” 

You hang up before he can answer, sinking further down into your bed. You don’t bother wiping away the tears, letting them fall as they will while you focus on trying to breathe.

He calls the next morning. And the morning after that. For a week, he calls every morning. You never answer but you know it’s him. You have to keep telling yourself you made the right choice. Now he can do what he wants without being held back by the girl at home.

Nearly half a year later and you haven’t spoken to the band in just about the same amount of time. Brian calls occasionally but you rarely have the heart to answer. As does Freddie, whom you find is easier to talk to. He never brings it up, acts like nothing has happened although he never mentions Roger. But even still, your chats are short and sweet, little updates here and there.

Queen, as a promotion for A Day At The Races, is holding a small concert that is going to be broadcasted. Your friends, being major Queen fans, are throwing a little viewing party. You didn’t want to go but you support the band no matter what’s happened. 

You’re currently sitting beside one of your closest friends, Margaret. Everyone’s been walking on eggshells around you except for her. It’s like the whole party thinks you’ll hear the beginning riff to one of Queen’s songs and have a breakdown. But Killer Queen is playing lightly in the background and it’s having no effect on you. At least that’s what you’re telling people.

The thought of seeing Roger, even if he is hundreds of miles away and on a screen, has got your stomach in knots. About a month after you broke up with him, you started hearing rumours about girls who were successfully throwing themselves at him. You weren’t sure if there was any validity to such statements but a part of you believed them.

“Hey, it’s starting!” Someone whose voice you don’t recognize shouts from the other end of the apartment. Margaret rolls her eyes but only you notice. She’s the one who thought to throw this party and almost instantly regretted it, not being a social person.

Everything runs nice and smooth. They perform wonderfully, no shock there. Freddie has just as much spunk in him as he did when you first met him when he was living in the same flat as Roger.

You hadn’t realized how much you missed them, all of them, and their music. and then the lights started dimming, putting a spotlight on Fred and Brian who started strumming a simple melody on his guitar. You instantly knew what song was about to play and your stomach pinched.

Love of My Life was one of your favorite Queen songs. It was the first song you had heard off of the album after Roger insisted on singing it to you in bed one night. Memories you had suppressed and tried to get rid of came back.

You make it through the rest of the performance but leave shortly after. All you want to do when you get home is collapse face down on your bed and cry. But there’s another thing coming for you when you walk into your flat to your phone ringing, on the last line you suppose.

Forgetting the possibility that it could be Roger, you frantically cross the space of your flat, grasping for your phone from across the counter, “Hello?”

“Oh darling, you answered. It’s been ages.” Freddie’s familiar voice rings in your ears and you find yourself frowning a bit.

“Fred. Yeah, I guess it has been a while.” You force a smile onto your face, sensing that he can tell your upset although you don’t know why. “I saw the show. You guys did wonderfully, as always.”

You can tell Freddie is smiling when he answers, “Why thank you. I do think we did exceptionally well tonight.”

“The rendition of Love Of My Life did get me. You have such a powerful voice.” The words slip from your lips without you noticing. You have no clue why you’ve just told Fred this but you have a sneaking suspicion he does.

“It’s weird. For once, when I sang that tonight it wasn’t for Mary or some lover. It was for you.” Freddie doesn’t have to elaborate for you to understand what he means. “He’s been in a mood since you left him. It’s hard to get him up on stage sometimes dear.”

“I really fucked him up, didn’t I?” You think back to when Freddie was performing tonight. You could vaguely see Roger in the background, taking a rest from playing the drums. He had his eyes closed. You can’t help but think of how many times you’ve cried over him, wondering if it’s the same for him. “I thought I was doing the right thing.”

“Do you not trust him?” Freddie’s question throws you.

“Of course I trust him. I trust him more than anything else in this world. I just figured it would be easier if I wasn’t there, you know?” You’re nibbling on your lip trying to keep the tears at bay.

“He never cheated. Brian would have literally beat his ass. There would be little of Queen left if he had. Obviously, there were girls all over him at the parties but he never went home with any of them. He only had eyes for you darling. Only has eyes for you.” There’s a moment of silence that seems to stretch on forever. Freddie doesn’t say anything even though you’re sure he can hear your sniffles.

“I love him.”

“He loves you.” The words come from Fred’s mouth almost as soon as you’ve finished saying your own and you have to pause to breathe.

“But Fred, I’ve been cheated on before. Every guy I’ve dated has cheated. And Rog.. well Roger’s built to cheat, he’s got the reputation to back him up.” You know it’s not a good argument. Whatever you say won’t be good enough because you know Roger was one of the best things to ever happen to you and you blew it.

“You didn’t blow it, sweetheart. He still loves you, don’t think he’ll ever stop. It’s bloody annoying really. Won’t get out of his stupid funk.” Another beat of silence and you know he’s right but he doesn’t give you time to agree. “We’re doing some finishing touches on our album tomorrow. You should come down. Mary’ll be there and the boys would love to see you after all this time.”

“We’ll see Freddie.” Is all you say back before goodnights are exchanged. If you weren’t mistaken, you could hear Freddie telling Roger something about you as you hung up the phone.

You do show up. Of course, you do. When the Freddie Mercury, your beloved friend, asks you to come watch them record you come. There is no saying no even if you want to postpone this confrontation as much as possible.

You’re laughing at something Mary has said when you bump into someone passing through the doorframe. You snap your head around uttering an apology but stopping in your tracks.

Roger looks at you, expression ranging from angry to happy to sad in a matter of seconds. And then he’s turning around. Huffing his way over to his drum kit which he starts tweaking immediately. Probably more as a distraction than anything else.

“Darling, you came!” Freddie beams, throwing his arms around you. He gives you a quick hug and peck on the cheek before taking Mary’s hand and pulling her into the other room.

When you turn around Brian and John are walking up to you. You smile brightly at Brian, engulfing him in a bear hug, and giving John a tight squeeze before leaning back to look at the two of them. “It’s been a while.”

“Feels longer than only a few months,” Brian says.

“We’ve missed you.” John chimes, giving a bright smile.

“All of us,” Brian says noticing your gaze wondering in between them to the drummer behind them, making his hands busy with his drums. You look up with a half smile and sad eyes. “He’s been in a mood.”

“Fred told me.” You sigh. “But that doesn’t mean he misses me.” You cross your arms over your chest.

Brian gives you an all-knowing look. “We’ll give you two some space,” John says, ushering Brian out the door. You start to protest but the door is shut in your face before you can get the first word out.

You slowly turn around on the balls of your feet, biting your lip, not realizing how hard, and wincing as a result. Roger looks up from his drums for a split second. Your eyes are trained on the ground. “I would say I’m sorry but,”

“You’re not?” Roger finishes in question. He’s moved around to the back of his drums, standing in front of the stool and looking at you accusingly. Although you can see the sadness in his eyes.

“No. Because sorry isn’t good enough. Saying I messed up and breaking up with you was the biggest mistake of my life isn’t something you’d accept.” You hadn’t realized you were getting choked up until you felt a tear fall down your cheek. 

“But it’s true. I fucked up. I fucked you up. I made the biggest mistake of my life breaking up with you and I am sorry. Really truly sorry. I never wanted to hurt you.”

“But you did.” You look up to see Roger’s features have softened. “You hurt me. You broke my heart. And yet I still love you. How fucked up is that? I know you broke up with me because you thought it would be easier but it’s the exact opposite. I thought you trusted me.” His voice is getting louder and firmer and his last statement hurts your heart. He knows how much you value honesty and trust in a relationship.

You’ve moved towards him, halfway to his drum kit. Your hands involuntarily reach out for his which is why you stopped far enough away that you can’t touch him. “I do, Rog. I trust you more than anything else in the universe. But not knowing, it got the best of me.”

“I would never cheat on you. Never.” The finality of his statement makes you want to close the distance between you two and hug him like it’s the last time you’d ever get to.

“I know.” Your voice is small and frail and your trembling, which you hadn’t noticed before. “Trust me, I know. Just- fuck. I love you so god damn much and not being able to see you every day was tearing me apart. And with my past, although it’s no excuse-”

You hadn’t realized that Roger had moved around his drum kit and was now standing in front of you. “It’s no excuse but it’s still valid as a reason.” You didn’t have the heart to look him in the eyes, opting to stare at the intricate pattern of the carpet.

Roger made it hard for you not to look at him when he got down on his knees, looking up at you. When your eyes locked, you could see all the love he still had for you mixed with pain in his eyes. “I love. I always will. And I know you haven’t forgiven me yet,”

“forgiven you?”

Roger shushes you, reaching into his pocket. You choke as he brings the box into your eye line. “You haven’t forgiven me yet but I forgive you even though I don’t think you were wrong for what you did. I never cheated. I would and will never cheat on you but I understand fully why you’d think I would. I was going to do this after the tour ended but naturally, I couldn’t. And I’ve got nothing to lose.

“Y/N, I love you so much more than I can probably express in words but I’ll try. I love how you laugh and cry and smile and get angry and jealous. I love how your history is a part of you but not who you are. I love that you don’t take anyone's shit and you stand up for what you believe in even if the world isn’t listening. I love that you love me despite my petty tantrums and outbursts. I love how you are always there for me and somehow predict what I’m going to do next better than I do.

« I love how easily we work together and how smooth things have been for us. Even through the fights, we know we are bigger than them and get through it. I love how you tug on my hair in bed and how easy you are after gigs,” you glare at him for that one but it’s with a smile.

“I love how easy it is to love you. And I want that, well forever if you’ll have me. So please, even though it’s cheesy, make me the happiest man in Queen and marry me Y/N.”

Somewhere in his speech, he opened the box. You weren’t paying attention, too lost in his words to notice. But it’s a small little diamond, nothing extra or big. It’s exactly what you had described as the perfect ring to Roger nearly eight years ago when you first met and he said he was gonna marry you someday.

Before you’re even nodding yes, Roger is taking the ring out of the box, and slipping it on your ring finger. “Of fucking course, I’ll marry you, Rog.”

Your smile is one that cannot be concealed even when he leans in to kiss you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you ridiculously close to him. But you smile into the kiss anyway. One which turns heated very quickly. In both your defenses, you haven’t seen each other in over a year with him having been on tour before everything happened. 

You’re laying on the scratchy carpet behind the drums, a sweaty, shirtless Roger collapsed on top of you when there’s a knock at the door.

“I don’t know if it’s make-up or break-up sex but we only have the studio for a certain amount of time,” John shouts through the door at the two of you.

“Oh let the lovers be.” You can hear Freddie retort followed by Mary’s laugh.

Roger is quick to help you dress, not worrying about buttoning up his shirt as John manages to get the door open. “It was never locked buddy,” Roger says as John staggers in, not expecting the door to open.

He gives Roger a baffled look as Brian eyes the two of you and Freddie smirks. “Looks like Rog is in a better mood.”

“Oh fuck off Freddie.” He scoffs, fixing his hair which looks disheveled thanks to you. You give him a smirk as you make your way over to Mary, taking her hand and leading her into the room over.

“So...” Mary inquires as she sits down beside you on the sofa. You pour yourself some water, offering her some as well which she gladly accepts.

“So what?” You return, taking a sip of your water. Mary’s eyes go wide, almost dropping her cup. “What?” She carefully puts hers and your drink down before grabbing for your left hand.

“What is this?” She asks, examining the ring.

“What do you think it is?” You can’t help but smile.

Mary looks up at you, not dropping your hand before looking to Roger in the studio who gives you a wink. “I can’t believe it. The bastard finally did it.” She looks back over to you, matching the smirk on your face. “Looks like he loves something more than his car.” 

“Finally.”

[spidey-babe-parker]

Winter break

The third day of Christmas

Featuring: Bucky Barnes (college au)

warnings: fluff and maybe a tiny bit of angst

WC: 1.6k

Summary: both of them stay on campus over winter break. They spend the time getting to know each other.

an: I wrote this for @buckysbeardliness #marvelholidayfluff challenge. It’s also part of my 12 Christmas series.

She made the decision last minute that she wouldn’t be going home for Christmas. Since her mom had recently remarried and was going out of state to see her new in-laws, she saw no point in going home or going to Maine with her mom and her new step day. It wasn’t like her actual father was bugging her to spend the holidays with him either. She figured with her roommate being away for Winter Break she could use the alone time to get a lot of stuff done she had been stalling on doing. She could also take advantage of how empty the campus was going to be.

It was third days of the campus being basically empty, the whole school was covered in a beautiful layer of light snow. She was bundled up as she made her way across campus to get a warm cup of coffee. She was shocked when she saw the cute boy who lived down the hall walking towards her with a cup of coffee. She thought here were only like four people in their dorm building staying behind for the holidays and she didn’t think that Bucky Barnes was one of them that stayed behind.

Looking up from the ground Bucky smiled at the sight of the cute girl from down the hall walking towards him.

“Why are you still on campus?” he asked for before taking a drink of his coffee.

“I didn’t want to go to Maine with my mom and new stepdad so I stayed behind.”

He moved his cup of warm coffee up towards his lips and took a sip and smiled at her.

“Why did you stay behind?” she asked curious to why he wasn’t going home.

He shrugged his shoulders, “I don’t know I would much rather be alone then deal with my family and their constant arguing.”

“I understand that,” she sighed knowing all too well about family drama.

“Did you maybe want to hang out some over winter break?” he asked curious to if she had any plans.

A huge smile formed on her face, “yeah that would be nice.”

- -

It had been about a week since they first talked that snowy morning in quad. Her and Bucky had spent almost every day together. It was Christmas eve and they sat together in her dorm on the couch watching All Be Home for Christmas. They both had cups of hot chocolate sitting on the coffee table in front of them as they were both dressed in their pajamas and bundled up.

It had taken a little bit of convincing, but she managed to talk Bucky into watching her favorite Christmas movie. He hadn’t even ever heard of it or knew who Johnathan Taylor Thomas was, which she was still in shock over.

“How have you never heard of JTT?” she asked pausing the movie.

He looked over at her and rolled his blue eyes, “you still won’t let that go?”

“He was the love of my life when I was kid, how am I supposed to let that go?” she was being overly dramatic and she was well aware of it.

“He’s super short how was he the love of your life?” he reached for the remote that was sitting on her thigh.

She grabbed it and moved it away quickly so he couldn’t get it. “Bucky Barnes do not judge that handsome boy by his size.”

He couldn’t help but roll his eyes again at her comment, “I’m sorry some teen heartthrob from the nineties didn’t capture my attention.”

“He was the voice of young Simba in the Lion King!” she practically shouted.

“I’m sorry,” he leaned forward attempting to reach for the remote again. She pulled it further away and he moved so he was practically leaning against her reaching for the remote that was holding behind her. His face was only a few inches away from hers as he started right into her eyes. Her wide eyes were locked onto his blue eyes that at the moment she seemed to slightly get lost in. A silence formed between them at their closeness. They had been spending a lot of time together and anyone who saw them could tell there were obvious feelings between them, but neither of them had admitted them out loud.

“I’ll press play,” she said barely audible with her face still close to his.

He softly nodded his head as he slowly pulled away from her. He moved back to his spot on the couch as the movie started playing again. They were both completely silent and their seemed to be new tension between them.

The movie continued to play for another ten minutes before Bucky looked over at girl sitting next to him. She seemed nervous suddenly, he moved his hand over and gently rested it on her thick thigh. Her eyes looked over as she continued to face forward. Slowly she looked down at his hand then over at him. She moved her hand so it was resting on his and looked back at the tv.

He had officially lost all interest in the movie that was playing in front of them. His finger drew light circles on her thigh as he attempted to act like he was watching the movie that was playing in front of them.

He whispered her name lightly and caught her attention again. She looked over at him with her plump bottom lip was captured between her teeth as she looked over at him.

“I was dreading this winter break until I ran into you,” he said gently. He had wanted to tell her that after they had hung out a few times. He wasn’t looking forward to being alone for a few weeks, but when they started hanging, he was happy that he decided to stay at school for the break.

“I was dreading it too,” she smiled.

“Hey doll?” he whispered. He wanted to say something to her, but part of him was worried about what she would say.

“Yeah Bucky?”

“I don’t think I have ever told you this, but I think you’re beautiful,” his voice was soft and she could definitely tell he was nervous.

Her bottom lip was captured between her teeth as the sides of her mouth turned up into a smile. She had had a crush on Bucky for a while, but she knew she wasn’t his type. She wasn’t a size two stunning girl, or at least in her eye she didn’t think she was beautiful. She just considered herself an average girl. Her body was bigger than average though. She was a curvy girl who thick thighs, and round squishy stomach. Every girl she had ever seen Bucky hanging out with was these beautiful girls who always seemed to have long beautiful hair. She was caught off guard on by how he could possibly find her beautiful.

“I think you’re beautiful too,” she felt awkward saying it, but to her Bucky was beautiful.

They stared at each other for a long and Bucky moved slightly closer to her. She wanted to kiss him so badly, she craved to know how his lips felt against hers.

He swallowed as he moved even closer to her, “doll, can I kiss you?” he whispered.

Slowly she nodded her head. She couldn’t even bring herself to speak. She wasn’t sure she could even say coherent words in that moment.

He reached over and rested his hand on her round cheek and stared into her bright eyes for a long moment. Slowly he moved forward and rested his nose against hers for moment. He leaned in and pressed his lips to hers for a gentle kiss. Her lips tasted of the candy cane chap stick he saw her constantly putting on. He felt sparks are their lips started to dance together.

Pulling his lips away from hers he couldn’t help but smile. He rested his forehead against hers and trying to figure out what exactly he should say.

“Wow,” she whispered with a huge smile on her face.

“I’m so glad I’m spending winter break with you,” he pulled his face away from hers, but he had his hand still resting on her cheek.

“I’m glad we’re spending winter break together too,” she whispered.

“I guess I owe Jonathan Taylor Thomas for finally getting the courage to kiss you,” he said with a little laugh. He grabbed the remote from her and leaned back on the couch and smiled.

She couldn’t help but let a little laugh, “I’m glad JTT gave you the courage to kiss me.”

He leaned over and pressed his lips to hers for a quick kiss.

“What was that for?” she asked.

“I just really wanted to kiss you again,” he smiled as he leaned back on the couch again. He pressed play on the movie and reached over and laced his fingers with hers.

“What’s our plans for Christmas tomorrow?” she asked curious about if they were going to hang out.

“Well I bought you Christmas present so we should open presents, and maybe we can go into town and go to that good twenty-four diner that is going to be open.”

She couldn’t help but be really happy that her and Bucky ran into each other in the quad. If they hadn’t ran into each other, they might not have ever gotten this close. She knows they might of never shared a kiss.

“That sounds like the perfect Christmas.”

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over the edge of the cliff:

cass ; saturday, september the 23rd. 10 PM.

tw: horse accident, tw: verbal abuse

All things considered, it was a wonder that it took him this long to get to this point. For a man who wasn’t him, Cassidy Kay Kingston III, an advocate for his home, a good man in a storm, a beyond competent horse rider with a huge, bleeding heart of gold - for a man who wasn’t all that, this breakdown would’ve probably happened years ago. The giant spiderweb cracks in the foundation of his strength of will that had been chipped at and exacerbated by his fathers words were due give up the ghost and let him finally, finally fall. One by one, they’d been adding up over the years. The emotional abuse of his teen years, strained by the icy silence of his early to mid twenties, the earth rocking fight upon his return, the lectures and backhanded comments that fell on his back even now, had methodically hacked away at the strains of Cass’s sanity and well being. This most recent thing, with Amelia? Had only twisted the dagger his fathers words had been driving into his heart all this time, led him to a tipping point that the man himself could not see. After all, one is blind to the affairs of their own heart and the direction their lives are headed until it’s staring at you right in the face.

In that bar on that Saturday night, one would be hard pressed to find a man in there with an opinion of himself lower than the oldest Kingston’s was that night. No one there knew him, knew that the chaotic mess of his insides was a shaky tower that was precariously close to finally tumbling over. What they knew, what anyone who saw him knew, was that this was not a man to be messed with. To do so would be to court bodily harm. Cass sat in the farther corner he could, the only resident of a dimly lit booth with a couple of empty beer bottles on the table next to him. Black shirt, dark jeans, and a navy baseball cap pushed down to cover angry and lost blue eyes. The brim could not cover the slightly purpling areas under his eyes, the skin that under his natural glorious tan that was wan and closer to pale than it had ever been. You can only abuse your body for so long until the affects start to make themselves known, and as in denial about it as Cass was, everyone who saw him knew it. The story his shaggy hair and shaggier beard told was more telling than the one it didn’t. Running on perhaps five hours of sleep from the past three days, eyes strained from hours staring at a computer screen, knuckles from busted from sleepless nights beating the shit of his punching bag so often he had to purchase a new one. The day before he’d received an email from a prospective investor in the B & B who’d pulled out in deference to another offer they’d received - an offer from a restaurant in town whose owner CK was family friends with. How had later that night Cass received a phone call from a father whose critical words judged him for not making the ranch a good enough prospect? How could his fathers sabotage him, and then judge him for his failures to overcome that sabotage in the same day? Cass didn’t know. Couldn’t know. But it filled his heart with feelings of inadequacy and defeat that he’d recently given into.

A brush of a touch against his shoulder and Cass’s sharp blues shoot up, catching the sight of a woman with waist length black hair and a slim curvy figure, the dips in her body an invitation any man would eagerly accept. This one, however, felt a squeeze in his heart at her inviting smile, a betrayal of emotions when his dark side longed to answer her welcoming grin. That betrayal is what spun into fervor the fury he had at himself and his traitorous emotions, a heart that didn’t give a shit about the emotional turmoil he’d just gone through and was still pretty invested in Amy. Amelia Taylor, that brunette tornado who’d stepped with him into the eye of the storm for a while, a time short, too short, severed by the anniversary of a man she’d loved, lost, and still felt a twisted responsibility to. While on one hand, the bleeding half of his soul that believe in an eye for an eye gloried at the verbal assault he’d given her the last time they’d been together, poisoned darts that spread into each others souls, the other hand held the half of his soul mortified at his actions, at what he’d said. For someone trying to distance himself from his father, you sure are acting a lot like him, came the accusatory whisper from that being within, voicing a fear Cass would rather ignore. You still care about her. Still want her. What are you going to do about that?

What was he going to do about that? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. She’d made it clear her heart held no more room, and Cass deserved more than to be a second class citizen to a ghost. Or did he? Unlike the spectre that haunted Amy, Cass’s was alive and well, a malevolent presence in the shape of his father that spit words that he could call to mind at any moment. Worthless. Pathetic. A shitty excuse for a son. Suddenly, the desperate need to quiet that voice, hell any of the voices inside his head, fills him, and alcohol isn’t enough. He pushes out of the booth, stands. Makes a beeline for the woman who’d propositioned him with words he hadn’t fully heard. “You want me?” Cass demands, low and hard when he finds her just around the corners from the bathroom, surprise and then pleasure flooding her pupils. Her teeth find her lower lip as she nods, hands coming up to rest on his shoulders, and the blonde man has to shove the memories of the last women he’d held who had a tendency to bite her lips to the back of his mind. “Good.” The utterance is followed by a surge forward of his head, a rough meeting of his lips to hers in a move he’d never done before. Cass doesn’t do this. He doesn’t kiss strangers in bars, he doesn’t use them as a desperate attempt to drown his inner demons, and he certainly doesn’t do it before asking their name. Whether or not he doesn’t do it, the fact cannot be denied that he’s doing it right now - feeding hurt and anger into a bracing kiss that the woman he doesn’t now eagerly returns. While the mechanics are sound and the motions are familiar, Cass feels dirty. Downright filthy about the fact that no matter how strong the denial was that he wrapped his heart around, she wasn’t Amy. And he didn’t want this. The tall blonde jerks away in as broken a manner as he’d first surged forward, one big, shaky hand wiping at the back of his mouth. “I’m sorry.” He whispers to her, a regretful, apologetic sound that responds to her hurt eyes and pouting lips even as he slaps a twenty on the table and continues to back away.

The disgust at himself and his actions doesn’t leave his abused body even as he calls a car to get him home, the soul deep exhaustion in his body begging, pleading to get some rest as he places scuffed converse wearing feet back on the ranch grounds. Mind hazy from way too many late nights, overstressed limbs and brain, and a beer bottle too many, Cass follows his feet to where they take him, in this case the stables. Jazz, the black and white mustang filly already asleep, flicks an ear up at his footsteps and gives a quiet whicker that reaches Cass (and always will, if everyone was being honest. He’d raised the horse from birth, after all - she worshiped him and he adored her) even through his fog. “Hi beautiful,” he murmurs as he clumsily unlocks the door to her stall, big body folding down next to her. Jazz shakes her mane and lifts her head so it’s even with his in his seated position, brown eyes gazing at the blonde as he strokes her neck and mane, their foreheads pressed against each other. If all had gone well, this would have been how Cass ended his night. The morning sun and Jazz’s nudging would have awakened him the next day, plagued with a hangover and a heavy soul, and it wouldn’t have been the night he’d finally fallen off that cliff. His phone vibrates, an unnatural sound in the calm and nature of the barn, and he fishes it out of his pocket, slides the answer call button in a motion that goes a little too far off the edge of the screen. Cass presses it against his face, doesn’t look at the name. “H’llo?”

“Are you drunk?” CK, the man, the myth, the devil, accuses from the other end of the line. A flinch, physical and in his soul, manifests itself immediately in his son, a stilling of his palm on his favorite horses neck.

“Dad this - I’m off the clock. It’s a weekend.”

“The job never quits, son. Although I’m not surprised - every time I talk to you you seem to always be able to let me down, somehow. If you’re drunk, then so be it. Alcoholic or not, you need to hear this. If you don’t step up your game, actually start pretending to be a man and running this ranch the way it deserves, I’m taking it away from you.”

Cass didn’t just stop then, he jerked - paled, somehow even more, a wave of distress coming from him so strong that Jazz snorted in alarm. No - no - he couldn’t. He wouldn’t. It was his now. Mine. A building and business he’d poured his heart and soul into, his future. His birthright. “Dad,” the blonde tries, fails, attempts with another name. “Sir, don’t. I can handle this. I have been handling this, look at - look at the profit margins since I’ve been in charge, it’s increasing every year, the profile in the magazine -”

“I don’t give a damn about any of that. This place is in my name. As long as I have breath in my body, it’s my duty to take care of it. And if I have to remove you from it to do that, then I will. Don’t push me, boy. Because I will not hesitate. Do you hear me? No hesitation. None. I’d rather train someone else than allow you to keep tarnishing Kingston’s good name. So pull your shit together. Or you won’t have any.” A noise, an abrupt hanging up, and Cass is left alone in the stall with a worried horse and a very low sense of self preservation. His heart was beating so loud he could suddenly hear it, feel it stretch to the reaches of his body in a frenetic pace he couldn’t keep up with. The foundations shattered; bedrock crumbled; strings severed; and suddenly all he could do was think of getting away. He tacks up Jazz in a fugue state he won’t be able to remember days, weeks, years from now, walks her out of the barn and swings into the saddle with an ease someone of his mindset was only able to do with decades of practice. The filly, while a bit troubled by the frenetic emotions radiating from her so loved human and rider, was always down for a run, and could sense that Cass was too. Her hoofbeats were quick, nearly prancing with eagerness as he leaned down to open the gate to their largest, wildest field, one that only ended in the thick woods bordering their property. It was ideal for pretending there were no limits to the freedom it presented and a favorite of the blonde man and his horse, a location so familiar to Jazz that the moment Cass pulled it shut behind him she started moving. A lurch, a grasp of the reins and a hunkering down to be as close to her neck as possible, he placed his trust in his horse and prayed for the sounds of her gallops to drown out the demons in his head and heart.

For a moment, all was well. For a moment, it was two animals joined in one in the elegant motion, nearly flying over the ground as Jazz tried as hard as she could to almost fly. For a moment, the joy of the activity almost put him, if only momentarily, back together; before it all fell apart.

A fox, unexpected and caught mid flight home, appears in the horses view as a sudden red coated enemy, a thing of surprise that causes her to stop in her tracks so suddenly Cass can’t keep up. Loss of sleep, slight inebriation, and general exhaustion all work against the big man in teaming up of bad luck and he goes flying through the air, the last moment of consciousness he held before his head collided with a rock and it all went black.

The next occurrences Cassidy Kay Kingston III was not mentally present for as he lay there, blood dripping down his face from the rock he’d collided with, Jazz pressing worried muzzles into his form and whickering. A forgotten text, sent to his friend Mason before it had all gone to hell and he’d arrived at the bar hours before, is the only reason someone knows to look for him - he isn’t discovered until a few hours too many after the incident occurs, his friend having seen the filly in distress and following her to where he lay. Consciousness only comes to him in bits and spurts, a flash of Mason’s worry stricken face, of someone leading a rearing Jazz away, of an ambulance. Of the murmurs of the hospital, Mason calling his sister, seeing Holden’s worried face. 

Severe concussion, bruised and cracked ribs, head injury, sprained arm, extreme exhaustion, and sleep deprivation. Cassidy Kay Kingston III had finally, finally, fallen over his tipping point - for better, or for worse.

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[whatarubberchicken]

ML Valentine Exchange

Hey, @mira-ele, I was your valentine for the @ml-valentines. Sorry this is so late, but the idea kinda ran away with me! I tried to incorporate as much of your request as I could into it, but I focused on the Ladrien angst-to-fluff. There are also multiple references to Taylor Swift songs in here, if you care to spot them! ;) Happy Valentine’s Day!

Everything Has Changed

Adrien hunched over his cup, trying (and failing) to make it look like he wasn’t hiding under a large hat and an oversized coat. In front of him, Chloe sipped her cappuccino and raised an eyebrow.

“Nobody’s going to say anything,” she chided her friend. “And if they do, I’ll make what’s left of their life miserable.”

Adrien snorted. She would, too. “Please don’t,” he said, absently rubbing his face, “the last thing I need is more people getting hurt because of me.”

Chloe kicked him under the table. Adrien yelped and glared at her.

“What was that for??” he hissed, trying to keep his voice down.

“Being stupid,” she said primly. “What happened with your father is not your fault. You shouldn’t have to hide from anyone.”

Adrien groaned and rubbed his leg. What should happen and what actually happened never really seemed to line up in his life. Finding out his father was Hawkmoth, being the one to turn him in, losing his Miraculous when the villain chose to fight rather than come quietly… none of those were really the “typical cares of a teenage boy.” And now…

Now, the press had scented blood in the Agreste name, so if he wasn’t dodging interviews about what had “really” happened to his mother, or ducking around leading questions on how he’d known his father was a villain, they seemed to be hoping for a new angle: Adrien Agreste, perfect model turned bad boy after his father was revealed to be Paris’s greatest threat.

They were everywhere. He still didn’t know how they’d gotten wind of the fact that he now needed sleeping pills to get some rest each night, but it had set them into a frenzy. And the two girls who had come forward, each claiming to be his girlfriend, hadn’t helped matters at all.

Right now, all Adrien wanted was to sink into a hole and never come out.

Enter Chloe.

She’d showed up at his house this morning and yelled at Natalie until the woman had allowed her to march into Adrien’s room, fling him off the bed, and declare they were going for coffee, so he’d better get ready now. Years of dealing with his oldest best friend had convinced Adrien to just do what she said. Which was why they were here now.

“And, by the way, you’re coming to my party tomorrow night.”

“What??” Adrien wildly looked up at his friend. Chloe just raised an eyebrow.

“It’s to celebrate the defeat of Hawkmoth—”

“Chloe,” Adrien groaned, slumping down again.

“—and it’ll be the perfect opportunity for you to show that you were never really on his side,” Chloe said, steadfastly ignoring his protests.

“I don’t think this is a good idea,” he grumbled anyway.

“Which is why I’m not giving you a choice,” Chloe said, smirking and sipping her drink again. “And you should also come with a date, just to discredit those stupid little posers from last week’s tabloids.”

“I don’t suppose you want to be my date?” Adrien asked hopefully. Chloe would definitely scare off the paparazzi that was sure to follow him to something like this.

“Sorry, Adrikins. Despite all the times I told you that you belong with me, you’ve made your feelings on the matter clear,” Chloe simpered, smiling sweetly. Adrien stopped himself from groaning again. Telling Chloe that he only thought of her as a friend had been the right thing to do at the time. No matter how inconvenient it might be now. “Besides, Prince Ali is back in town this week and I just have to play dutiful hostess.”

“And the idea of becoming an actual princess in the future has nothing to do with that,” Adrien agreed sarcastically, rolling his eyes and sipping his own drink.

“Call it what you want,” Chloe sniffed, her nose in the air, “but eventually puberty’s gonna hit that boy hard. And who better to fall in love with than a childhood friend? Am I right?” Adrien laughed softly. Some things never changed.

“Great, then I’m out a date,” he pouted. “Guess I—”

“A DATE?!?”

Adrien barely stopped himself from swearing as they were suddenly surrounded.

“Mr. Agreste, could you further comment on this date??”

“Are you and Ms. Bourgeois, the mayor’s daughter, dating??”

“Mr. Agreste—!”

“MR. AGRESTE, ANY COMMENT FOR THE DAILY INQUIRIER??”

“MR. AGRESTE, WILL YOU BE TAKING MISS PAPINEAU OR MISS ROSSI ON THIS DATE???”

Out of the corner of his eye, Adrien saw Chloe deliberately knock her cup against the reporter closest to her. He braced himself.

“LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO!!” Chloe shrieked, her voice rising above everyone else’s. “HOW DARE YOU!! THIS IS CHANEL!! YOU!! YOU SPILLED MY COFFEE!! MY FATHER WILL HEAR OF THIS!!! BACK OFF!! BACK OFF, ALL OF YOU!!!”

Instantly, about half of the reporters scattered. Chloe’s reputation for getting people fired was well-known in Paris. The rest retreated to a more-appropriate distance. She spun on them.

“Now, as to your questions,” she snapped, easily taking control of the impromptu press conference. “Yes, I’m having a party tomorrow night to celebrate Hawkmoth’s defeat. And yes, Adrikins will be there. It was even his idea!”

“Chloe…,” Adrien mumbled under his breath.

“But, no, we will not be going together,” Chloe continued. “I will be escorted by the esteemed Prince Ali, who’s currently visiting from the kingdom of Achu. Erm—please, go support his charity at the—um, the Children’s Hospital!” she added, posing for the camera.

“And Mr. Agreste??” one the reporters asked hopefully, turning back to Adrien. “Who will you be taking?” Chloe shot him a look, motioning with her hand. She could only save him so much, after all.

“I… uh, don’t know yet,” he fumbled, trying to think of someone who wouldn’t mind going with him. Alya was with Nino, Marinette wouldn’t want to go because Chloe was hosting it, Lila would claim they were more of an item than they actually were… gah! There had to be someone! Of course, if he could go with anyone, it would be…

“Ladybug!” he blurted out, then felt himself flush. “I-I mean, I really want to go with Ladybug, but I don’t know how to ask her!!”

Great. Had he just said that in front of a bunch of reporters?

Yes. Yes, he did.

They went crazy again.

After a few minutes of being yelled at from all angles, Chloe somehow managed to snag his arm and drag him out of the coffeeshop and to his car. From there, his bodyguard took care of the rest of the reporters and quickly drove off with the two teens in the backseat.

After a moment, Chloe started laughing. “I knew you were trouble, Agreste, but really??”

“It was the first thing that popped into my head!” Adrien moaned, covering his face with his hands.

“Well, I guess I can’t blame you. And it’s not such a bad idea if you think about it,” Chloe admitted. “Having Ladybug vouch for you would be the best way to put to rest the idea that you were working for a supervillain. Plus, can you imagine the love story?? A superheroine and the son of—”

“Chloe, please,” Adrien begged.

“All right, all right. Sorry,” she acquiesced. “So, you got an end game?”

“I literally just blurted it out,” Adrien said. “Never in my wildest dreams would I…” He trailed off as he saw his own face on the TV in front of him. He didn’t need to turn up the volume to know that his impromptu proposition of Paris’s favorite superheroine was now widespread news.

Chloe saw it too, pursing her lips. “See, now this is why we can’t have nice things.”

“I’m going to go bury myself in my room and never come out.”

“Fine,” Chloe sighed as they pulled up to the Agreste mansion. “But you’d still better make an appearance tomorrow. And I’m stealing your driver to take me home. Your backseat is nicer than mine.” She pouted.

Adrien chuckled and got out. “See you later, Chloe.”

“Stay beautiful, gorgeous!” she called back as the car drove away again. He shook his head and waved. Mean or not, Chloe had her own ways of cheering him up.

Natalie was waiting for him in the foyer.

“I did something bad,” he confessed as soon as he got close enough.

“I saw,” Natalie said. She sighed. “Just go to your room and try not to make any more statements to the press during the party tomorrow.”

Adrien’s heart sank. “You’re making me go?”

“I believe Miss Bourgeois will make a bigger fuss if you don’t go, Adrien.”

Adrien had to agree with her, and reluctantly trudged up to his bedroom. Once he got there, he collapsed on his bed. He opened his mouth to complain to Plagg about this whole ordeal, then quickly snapped it shut. The kwami wasn’t here anymore. It was surprising how quiet his room had become now that he was used to the little menace bugging him all the time.

He was about to cover his head with his pillow and just wallow in his self-pity again when he heard a slight tapping sound.

It was coming from his window.

He rolled over and turned around at the same time, to see a very familiar figure in red waving awkwardly to him. Eyes widening, he sprang off his bed to open the window.

“La-Ladybug,” he stammered. “What brings you here?” He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. His bedroom wasn’t exactly clean right now… he’d locked himself in here ever since that night, after all. There were candy wrappers from his rebellious sugar binge, clothes from the past few days—OH GOD, WAS THERE A SMELL??

“I, um… I just wanted to check up on you,” Ladybug said, sounding as nervous as he felt and shooting awkward glances at him. “I mean… I know these past few days must’ve been hard….”

“You saw the news a few minutes ago,” Adrien realized, wincing. Ladybug giggled.

“Well, yes, then there was that,” she admitted. Adrien wasn’t sure if he wanted to die of embarrassment right then and there, or melt into a puddle of happy goo because Ladybug was so cute when she blushed!!

“I’m sorry!” he said instead.

“Don’t be!” Ladybug immediately reassured him. “It was… a surprise, sure—I think I spit my juice halfway across the room—but I should’ve addressed the press long before now and told them not to harass you.”

Adrien snorted. “I’m used to it. You’d think I’d have learned not to say stupid stuff on camera already.”

Ladybug gave another nervous giggle, biting her lip slightly. “Oh, so you… thought it was stupid, huh?” she mumbled. Adrien blinked at her. She caught his gaze and flushed again. “I mean, it… it just might not be a bad idea… if you’re seen with me—NOT THAT I WANT YOU TO BE SEEN WITH ME!! Well, I do, obviously—but just to—or, well….”

“Are you accepting my invitation? You’ll go with me??” Adrien asked in disbelief. No way. No way could he be this lucky! Not even with all the karma in the world built up around him!

“Well, sure, I guess,” Ladybug said, smiling. “I didn’t have anything else planned for tomorrow night, and this could be a really good thing, you know? Plus… I’d really like to get to know you… you know, better.” Her face was matching her suit again, and Adrien was sure his cheeks were the same shade, but he couldn’t help but feel the well of joy spring up in him.

Ladybug wanted to go to the party with him!

She wanted to get to know him better!!

“Yes!” he exclaimed. “Ahem, I mean… uh, thank you!” He licked his lips nervously. “So, should I pick up you… I mean, pick you up…?”

“Oh, um… it might be best if we just meet there, okay?” Ladybug suggested. Adrien nodded. She cocked her head to the side, staring at him. “And Adrien? Try to get some rest, okay?”

Before Adrien had realized she’d moved, she was standing in front of him, her fingers skimming his bangs, looking at him curiously. He gulped and quickly looked away from her face. Her hands withdrew and she suddenly looked very uncertain.

“You just, don’t look as put-together as you usually do,” she said softly, clutching her hands to her chest. Then she shook herself out of it, giving him a smile. “Of course, it’s to be expected, but—”

Adrien caught a glint of black around her neck and did a double-take. The ring. She was wearing—

“Have you heard anything from Chat Noir?” he blurted, kicking himself as soon as he did. Gah, he knew the answer to that better than anyone!! What was he thinking?? Ladybug looked at him, and her hands went back up to clutch the cord the ring was on.

The Miraculous was still black instead of silver, he realized. She hadn’t claimed it.

“No, I haven’t,” she said sadly. She looked up at him hopefully. “Have you? You said… he was the one to get you out of there when the room started collapsing. But I found his ring in the rubble so… I’ve been meaning to ask: did you see his civilian form? Do you know who he is??”

She sounded so desperate. So sad and scared for her partner. He wanted to tell her, right then and there. He wanted to reach out and grab the ring, and have Plagg spring out and start yelling at him and begging for cheese. But…

“Do you really want to know?” he asked, swallowing. He glanced at her. “Who he was?”

For a moment, he was sure she was about to say yes. She looked so hopeful… but then she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and stepped away from him.

“That wouldn’t be fair to Chat,” Ladybug whispered. “He’s worked so hard—we’ve both worked so hard to keep our identities secret. I feel like it’d be cheating if I asked you to tell me. If you could, though—if you know him—just tell him I’m worried about him, okay? And that I have something of his if he ever wants it back.” She smiled down at the ring around her neck. Then she looked up at him with a much brighter smile. “And we’ll get this whole ‘mess with the press’ sorted out for you too. And we’ll have some fun while doing it, right?” She winked him. Adrien smiled back.

“Sounds great.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow night, then!” she called, already running for his window. He waved, waiting until she was gone to reply.

“Can’t wait, my lady.”

He tossed and turned that night, feeling the absence of Plagg’s soft purr more than usual. Dark images filled his head. Shadows and looming figures and his own overwhelming guilt.

Years of being a superhero, of saving Paris time and time again, and it had taken so little to break him.

“Help me, Adrien. I need you.”

He shuddered again at his father’s soft voice, curling into a ball at the words he’d longed to hear for years… the idea that not only could he help his father, he could make him happy….

“Just give me the ring.”

“NO!” he cried, waking himself up. He took a deep, shuddering breath, not even bothering to look at the clock to see how early it was.

I didn’t give in, he reminded himself firmly. In the end, I did what was right. I didn’t give him the ring. I called Ladybug. And the police, just to make sure he wouldn’t get away. I fought him. We fought him. We won… if only I hadn’t hesitated in that one moment of weakness….

“Help me, Adrien.”

He bit his lip.

Ladybug had been fighting her own battle, catching every single akuma Hawkmoth had managed to corrupt, while Chat was supposed to guard the villain they’d just defeated. And, with just a few words… spoken so softly that Adrien was sure Ladybug hadn’t heard them… Hawkmoth had managed to distract him enough to break free and unleash his final attack.

And really, who points missiles at their own evil villain lair??

He’d lost the ring in that last, desperate struggle with his father. Hawkmoth had managed to pull it off his finger, but Chat’d struggled so hard it had gone flying across the room. They’d both chased after it, until Adrien had realized that he was literally in the middle of a warzone, explosions everywhere, and very, very unprotected without the indestructible catsuit. Relief didn’t even begin to describe what he felt when he saw Ladybug dive through an opening and knock Hawkmoth unconscious. Then she’d spotted Adrien in the midst of the collapsing room and had frantically motioned for him to get out.

Not wanting to distract her from getting his father to the police, he’d obeyed, figuring he could come back for the ring later. But once he’d gotten to his room, the reality of everything that had just happened had crashed down around him, and he’d collapsed.

He could’ve gotten her killed. His partner. His love. All because of one moment of weakness where he’d listened to the evil villain who’d proved time-and-time-again that he was more than willing to kill them. And that he’d known who Chat really was for awhile now. And Hawkmoth had still tried to kill him.

That last one had been a real reality check.

Somewhere in there, he’d renounced his ring. He’d spoken the words in a shaky whisper, tears pouring down his face. He wasn’t worthy of being a superhero. He wanted nothing more to do with magic. Not if this was the cost.

Ladybug had come to check on him in his room, of course, once his father was sorted out, and Adrien had given her the half-baked explanation that Chat Noir had helped him get to safety, and that the superhero had told him he was leaving before his secret identity was revealed.

Adrien didn’t know if it was believable. But Ladybug had bought it and thanked him for his cooperation before running away as usual.

Now, here he was, staring at the morning sun streaming into his room, trying to figure out if he wanted to fly back to his lady’s side and tell her who he was, or just curl up and disappear from the world altogether.

He was the son of a villain.

He was a failure as a partner.

He was… not really needed anymore.

Fortunately, Chloe didn’t give him a choice. She burst into his room around lunchtime and declared that he was taking her to lunch, and then they were going shopping. Relieved, he let her drag him to a restaurant and all her favorite stores. She picked out a jacket, shirt, and pants for him that kinda reminded him of James Dean. And he got to hear her squeal with delight when he told her that Ladybug had agreed to go to the party with him.

Then it was another flurry of shopping as they hunted for the perfect outfit for her to wow her superhero idol. After all that, she brought him home so he could shower and get ready while she went back to the hotel to made sure everything was ready for her party.

Adrien had just enough time on his own to work himself up again, and he very nearly talked himself out of going to the party at all. However, the thought of both Chloe and Ladybug coming after him if he didn’t show up (dear God, those two would be scary if they ever teamed up!) was enough to get his butt out the door with time to spare. He even managed to pick up a rose on the way there.

Might as well do this right, right?

A crowd of reporters and cameras was gathered outside the hotel (no doubt Chloe wasn’t letting any of them in the door) and Adrien saw a speck of red on a rooftop nearby. He took a deep breath and, gripping his flower tight, stepped out to face them.

Instantly, flashes of light blinded him. Years of modelling saved him as he simply smiled effortlessly and blatantly ignored all the questions aimed at him. Silently, he thanked his father for ensuring that his bodyguard was paid until the end of the year. He was pretty sure he’d be lost already if it weren’t for the Gorilla.

Then, the rest of the world melted away as a streak of red inserted itself between him and the crowd. There was a flurry of flashes again as Ladybug landed, already smiling at him. Like him, she ignored the questions, her eyes never wavering from his.

Adrien felt his body instantly relax.

Taking a deep breath, he gave her his biggest smile and a courtly bow, presenting the rose to her. Ladybug giggled a bit as she took it.

“Such a gentleman,” she gushed, tucking the rose behind an ear.

“Thank you again for coming with me.”

“Of course. Anything for the boy who helped us defeat Hawkmoth,” she said, raising her voice just loud enough for the press to hear. There was furious scribbling as the reporters latched onto this information. Adrien flushed a bit, but offered her his arm, which she instantly took. “I know how hard all this must be for you, Adrien. It takes true strength to do what you did.”

“I wish I could’ve done more,” Adrien said bitterly. Ladybug gave his arm a squeeze.

“It’s done now. The bad guy is defeated, and tonight’s all about having fun,” she said as they walked into the hotel, leaving the crowd of reporters behind. In front of them, the party was in full swing. The superheroine gave him a bracing smile. “…Ready for it?”

“Living well is better than revenge?” Adrien asked, his lips quirking up despite himself.

“Exactly.”

The next few hours were a blur. He knew he spoke to Chloe and Alya, both of whom gushed over his date (his DATE!! A date with Ladybug!!), Nino had shot him some finger guns before being dragged off by Alya, they’d eaten some sort of cheese snack that had him reaching for his jacket to slip Plagg a piece before he remembered that the kwami wasn’t there, and then there was dancing.

Dancing with Ladybug was bliss.

Her pigtails bounced, her eyes sparkled. He could drown forever in the musical sound of her laughter, and the way she moved with him, totally in sync… Adrien never ever wanted to leave that dance floor.

But sadly, all good things must eventually come to an end, and all too soon, Adrien found himself saying goodnight to Chloe and his friends, and somehow holding Ladybug’s hand while he waited for his driver.

“I had a great time tonight,” Ladybug said. Adrien didn’t know if she was blushing again or still flushed from all the dancing, but it was quickly becoming his favorite thing.

“M-me too,” he managed, trying hard not to think of how bittersweet this night was becoming. Sure, it was definitely the best night of his life, but would he ever see her again? Should he tell her? Would this be his last chance?? “L-Ladybug…?”

“I wanted to give you something,” she said brightly, turning towards him with a small box in her hands. Adrien took it, feeling bewildered. Ladybug smiled at him. “Think of it as a thank you.”

“B-but I—”

He cut himself off as Ladybug suddenly stepped in closer to him and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek.

“Don’t open it until you get home, okay?” she murmured in his ear. He could only nod. Most of his brain had been broken in the realization that LADYBUG HAD JUST KISSED HIM.

“See you around, handsome!” she called as she flew away. Adrien stared after her, face burning. After a few moments, he heard a pointed cough over his shoulder and looked to see his bodyguard waiting for him with the car.

“She… she…”

His bodyguard smirked.

Fun fact: words are hard.

What Adrien meant to do was proclaim his joy to the whole world: “SHE KISSED ME! DID YOU SEE?? Isn’t it wonderful?? The world is so beautiful!! Oh, happy, happy night!!”

Instead, what came out of his mouth was,

“She… kiss… me. I… um, good. I—”

The Gorilla chuckled and then indicated the car with his head.

“Yes… Yes! Car… home… must….”

Fortunately, Adrien finally made it into the car. Then he was suddenly very much aware of the little box Ladybug had given him. He stared at it intently. What could it be? The size of his hand… square shaped, when he shook it something rattled… Strange.

But she had told him to wait until he was home. So Adrien spent the next few minutes growing increasingly nervous. Once they arrived, he shot to his room, barely acknowledging Natalie with a quick, “the party was great, good night!” before closing the door behind him.

Then, and only then, did he open the box with shaking hands. Inside was a note… and another box.

This box, however, he knew quite well, and he stared at it in disbelief, his heart soaring and his stomach dropping all at once.

Not daring to touch it just yet, he opened the note.

Dear Chaton,

Yes, I know it’s you. I wasn’t that far away from you and Hawkmoth when you two were fighting during that last battle. I saw the ring come off. That’s how I knew to look for it in the rubble.

First off, I wanted to say that I am so, so sorry that something like this has happened to you. Fate has a twisted sense of humor and you don’t deserve it. You really have been brave, Adrien. And you are the sweetest, most generous boy I have ever met. I feel honored to have been your friend these past few years.

That being said, my kwami has informed me that the Cat Ring would not be in the state it’s in if you hadn’t already willingly given it up. I know you must have your reasons for doing this, and I’ll respect whatever decision you make, but please remember that the only one to blame for Hawkmoth’s actions is Hawkmoth. You should not feel guilty. Shake it off. I want you back. You have been nothing but a wonderful superhero, a perfect partner, and my very best friend. You are the other half of my heart. I know you’ve been beating yourself up, but what happened that night is not your fault.

Aaand, since I know all too well how stubborn you can be, we can chat about it some more when you’re ready to talk. No matter what your decision. I’m always here for you.

All my love,

Ladybug

Below her signature was a phone number. Through blurry eyes, Adrien suddenly realized she’d given him her phone number. Her civilian phone number! He choked as several tears fell onto the paper. He quickly moved the note out of range of the tears now streaming down his face.

She didn’t blame him. Didn’t hate him. She didn’t think he was a failure!

He’d need that number later!

His hands still shaking slightly, he reached for tiny black and red box. It must be hers, for her earrings, he mused, since his was still stuffed in a drawer somewhere. He’d have to give it back to her. But for now…

He opened the box.

A flash of light later, and a familiar tiny black cat was floating in front of him, yawning. Plagg gave him a sleepy smile.

“Hey kid. You got any cheese?”

“Your fridge is still full!” Adrien laughed, shaking with relief. Some things never changed! As the kwami zipped off without even a backwards glance, Adrien looked down at the note again and, before he could talk himself out of it, quickly dialed the number. He held the phone up, feeling all the weights of the world lifting off his shoulders.

This. This was where it all changed. They could begin again.

“Hello?”

[the-glow-of-the-cities]

A Five Letter Problem- Chapter One: White Teeth Teens

Summary: Two years have passed since you left Boston. Now you’ve established a new life, a new family, and new friends. What could possibly go wrong?

A/N: Ok, chapter one, real-time now. Enjoy!

Warnings: Bad friends?

Words: 2.7k

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“Oh my God!” you yell as the dinner table explodes with laughter, “You’re not serious!”

“Dead serious,” Natasha smirks back, her usual stoic demeanor letting a chuckle slip out.

“DAD! That’s horrible!” you jokingly shout at him.

“Ok, so maybe it wasn’t the best choice I ever made, but hey, I can’t change it now,” Tony replies, slightly defensive, but laughing with everyone else.

“You- you sent-” Sam doubles over in another fit of laughter, before trying to compose himself enough to make a comprehensible sentence, “You sent Nat, to spy on your daughter before you even met her or even knew if she was actually your daughter.”

Your father stares at the table, mildly ashamed.

“Christ, Tony,” Pepper chimes in, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“And where were you two during this?” Sam nudges Steve who was sitting next to him and nods at Banner across the table.

“I tried to talk him out of it!” Banner replies, shaking his head.

“Oh boy, you are never going to hear the last of this, dad,” you grin mischievously, “I think this gives me at least six months of leverage, if not a whole year.”

He groans.

As the conversation moves away from your father’s screw up you look around at where you are now compared to two years ago when that incident had happened. It had only taken a few months for you to settle in at the tower and fall in love with the city, as well as your new family. Your father had started you at Midtown High as soon as possible, and while it wasn’t what you were used to, you made some friends (none as good as your old ones, but you would take what you could get), and were honestly doing well. 

Of course, the big question when you first arrived was ‘what the hell are we supposed to tell the public.’ In the end, the general consensus was that you didn’t need all of the attention from the world you would get as a Stark, so they kept you secret. The school administration obviously knew, but since your last name was Y/L/N and not Stark your classmates finding out wasn’t an issue.

There had been no word directly from your mother, but your friends would always tell you when they bumped into her in the supermarket and stuff like that. Based on your limited information, she hadn’t improved. 

So you lived in the tower, you went to school, you lived a normal life, and everything was good. You were the secret daughter of Tony Stark.

“So Tony,” Clint says, and your attention snaps back to the conversation at hand, “What about that Spiderman you’ve been working with?” 

“What about him?” your father responds, looking curious.

“When are we going to meet the guy, I know he comes and works in the labs a ton, but you’ve never actually introduced us.”

“Eh, I don’t know if he’s ready to meet everyone after all you guys are pretty mean.”

A chorus of offended sounds escapes the table, as all of your inner drama queens showed through.

“I mean if you guys promise to be nice maybe I’ll bring the kid by tomorrow…”

“The kid?” you pipe up, eyebrows raised.

“Uhhhh,” your father races to come up with an explanation, but, unable to find one, simply replies, “I’ve said too much.”

“Congrats, Stark. The kid hasn’t even met us yet and you’ve given away part of his identity,” Nat quips.

And with that, you’re lost in thought again. Of course, you knew of Spiderman, you knew that he stopped by to work on stuff in the labs pretty often, but you had never actually met him and you had to admit you were curious. 

Your friends at school giggled behind their hands when watching videos of him doing his hero thing, obviously crushing on him. You rolled your eyes, but in your head, you wanted to get to know him too, just not for the same reasons. 

For two years now you had lived with superheroes, and in doing so discovered that they were some of the most fascinating people. You wanted to know the hero’s story, you wanted to get all of the details and write them down. You wanted to hear all of the stories, you wanted to get to know who was behind the mask, just as you had with all of the Avengers.

Pretty soon everyone began pushing in chairs and putting plates by the sink. It was your turn to do the dishes, so once everyone had left the room you slipped on your headphones, pressed play, and “Breaking Down” by Florence + The Machine echoes through the speakers and fills your brain. You roll up your sleeves, pull back your hair, which was still a shining shade of Y/F/C, and begin to clean.

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The next morning.

Your POV:

You open your eyes to a ringing alarm.

Stretching and yawning you slowly sit up, staring towards the wall of windows across from your bed. A beautiful pink, purple, orange, and blue splatters the sky visible beyond buildings, a sight that never fails to leave you awestruck. 

The colors swirl together and stain the clouds, reflecting off the sheer, glass sides of Manhattan buildings. Beige offices and grey cubicles all illuminated in shining color for a few moments each day. Immense beauty that, like all good things, many would never know. 

You wanted to freeze the spinning of the Earth.

Just for a few minutes.

Just so the tired, unenthused workers would be able to see just how incredible their work could be.

But you couldn’t.

You calmly slid out of your bed and walked over to the outfit you had set out the night before. School would begin in a little over an hour, and you needed to get ready. The sun would be there the next morning.

You slipped on your favorite jeans and threw on the soft sweatshirt that would keep you warm in the late winter/early spring chill, before padding to the kitchen.

At the door, you were met with the smell of coffee.

Wanda slips a plate with a bagel and lox on it towards you, your favorite.

“Thank you,” you smile at her.

She winks back at you.

Although she was one of the most recent additions to the tower, you had grown close with the woman. After all, she was much easier to gossip with and get advice from than anyone else around.

You dig into the bagel, a real New York one, as Wanda sits down across from you.

“So,” she says.

“So,” you say, in between bites.

“How are you?”

“I’m good, why?” you furrow your eyebrows at her, wondering where the almost intervention-like tone was coming from.

“Oh, no reason in particular. I just worry about you sometimes,” she tilts her head at you.

“I’m good, Wanda, really.”

“How about your friends?”

“They’re good.”

“Why don’t you invite them over some time, I’d love to meet everyone!”

“You know why I can’t do that…”

“Right, you’re ‘not the Starkling.’ You should go over to one of their houses, then.”

“I would, but I’m always busy.”

That was a lie.

“I’m sure you could find the time. Tasha would gladly give you a day off training to meet up with some friends. Or if you wanted to go for dinner we could survive without you for one night.”

“Good point. Maybe sometime soon.”

That was also a lie.

“Good,” she caringly smiled at you, making you feel guilty, “Now off with you, finish getting ready and then get going before you’re late.”

You eat the last bite of your bagel and take a swig of water before running back to your room.

Studying your reflection in the mirror, you grab your hairbrush and start on your usual hairstyle. When fully satisfied with your reflection, you head to the back elevator, which took you down to the back door out of the tower, from where you would head to the subway and then from there to your high school.

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You walk through the doors to your school and find your friends in their normal spot. 

Alice, Caitlin, Meg, Ari, and Taylor-

Wait.

No.

Where did that come from?

Molly, Alicia, Leslie, and Will.

Molly, Alicia, Leslie, and Will. 

Those are your new friends.

Molly, Alicia, Leslie, and Will.

That's right.

“Hey, guys,” you say as you join their cluster.

They all greet you before turning back to their conversation.

“I’m telling you, that’s what she said!”

“No way. There is no way they’re dating.”

The utterly uninteresting conversation fades into even more pointless background noise. Constant, monotonous, unchanging, the perfect backdrop for your wandering thoughts.

You thought back to the conversation you had had with Wanda that morning, how you had lied. Yes, you were busy, but that wasn’t the reason you never saw your friends outside of school. 

You would jump at the chance to grab coffee after school, have a movie night, or even to just sit around in a circle and zone out together; if they ever asked you.

Every Monday you’d hear about all the fun they had over the weekend, but they never asked ‘Hey, Y/N, how’d you like to have all this fun with us over the weekend? It’ll be great!”

Not once.

“Y/N? Hey! Earth to Y/N.”

You jump, noticing for the first time Alicia’s hand swinging back and forth in front of your face.

“Sorry, what’s up?”

“I asked what you thought about that post I sent you about Spiderman’s secret identity,” she pointedly says. 

“Oh, I didn’t see that. What did it say?” you indulge your friend, she was always sending you nonsense theories about Spiderman over Tumblr. Alicia was, at heart, a true fangirl.

“Apparently, he’s a ‘kid.’ They guessed he was like 16 based on his appearance!.”

“Oh, cool,” I tried to sound enthusiastic, but my father’s voice echoed in the back of my mind. I remembered him calling the hero a kid the night before, “What was their source?”

“They said it was super reputable, but they couldn’t reveal it yet.”

“Huh, I wonder who it could be,” you brushed it off, all of the theories Alicia sent you were pretty much nonsense, so you figured this was more of the same. 

You glanced around the hall you were in, your friends back to gossiping, and caught a glimpse of someone nearby staring at your group. Peter Parker, you thought the kid’s name was. Seeing you looking, he quickly glanced away and fumbled with his locker. He seemed like a nice kid, definitely a smart one, he was in a few of your classes and you whenever you ended up working together he was good company, although shy. You had to admit, you wanted to be friends with him. Him and his friends seemed way cooler than yours.

Then first bell dragged you, kicking and screaming, back to reality.

“Alright, I’ll see all of you at lunch,” Molly promised.

“Good luck on your history test,” Leslie addressed Will.

“Thanks,” Will addressed Leslie.

“Look for that post I sent you,” Alicia told you sternly.

“I will.”

You wouldn’t.

And you all turned in different directions, moving through the crowd, into different classrooms, hallways, and stairwells.

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‘We ended up going off campus for lunch, sorry dude’

‘It’s ok, maybe just let me know next time so I can come…’

You sighed as you pressed send on the text.

Great.

You looked around the cafeteria, searching for someone you could sit with.

Your eyes fell on tables that had open seats with people you didn’t know and full tables with people you knew.

Just when you believed your search would be fruitless, you spotted a table in the back corner which was pretty much empty, it’s only occupants were a girl you had a few classes with, named Michelle, her friend Ned, and a third person with a head of curls, whose back was to you.

Cautiously approaching, you make eye contact with Michelle and smile awkwardly.

She tilts her head, giving you a look that said ‘what’s up?’ and you opened your mouth to respond.

“Hey.”

“Hey,” she says.

“Do you mind if I sit here?” you ask. As you spoke, the figure that you previously couldn’t identify faced you, revealing a curious face that belonged to Peter. “My friends ditched me to go eat off-campus, and I don’t have many other options,”  you explain with an apologetic smile.

“Yeah, sure,” she says, moving her books off the table across from her, opening up the seat next to Peter.

“Thank you,” the gratitude runs deep in your tone as you slip into the seat and set your bag down next to you.

“Your friends ditched you?” Ned inquires. You look up from your food just in time to see the accompanying look he sent to Peter. It was an expression you couldn’t quite read, but you shrugged it off.

“Yeah… At least they gave me a heads up this time, though.”

“This time?” Peter furrows his brow incredulously.

“This time,” you nod at him with a laugh.

“Dude, that sucks,” Michelle states bluntly.

“Thanks, Michelle.”

“No problem, man,” the girl smirks.

Everyone focuses on their food for a minute, before Ned addresses Peter, saying something about a LEGO Death Star.

All throughout lunch you find yourself laughing and smiling with the other three, you couldn’t remember last time you had enjoyed a lunch that much. You bonded over your nerdy interests and senses of humor. Gossiped about things that actually interested you. Hell, even poked fun at some of the popular kids. You were actually sad when the bell rang, cutting you off in the middle of an anecdote about a clumsy accident you had had the week before.

The last two periods of the day dragged by, and you were utterly exhausted by the time the final bell rang through your ears. 

You walk down the halls and turn the familiar corner that you would normally take to meet up with your friends. 

They’re right there.

You can see them.

You freeze.

They’re laughing.

They’re smiling.

They’re having a good time.

Once again, without you.

No.

They weren’t friends.

You turn around.

You walk away.

Out the doors.

Down the street.

Into the subway.

Home.

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The familiar voices create a sense of peace around the table. 

Natasha tells about all the mistakes in training that day. While Clint, the subject of her ridicule, laughs next to her.

Sam laughs along.

Wanda smiles at the pair.

Steve shakes his head.

Vision looks mildly confused.

Bruce takes a bite of his food.

“Alright, alright! Everyone!” Tony calls. You look over at him, seeing he’s leaning half in, half out of the door, as if hiding something behind it.

“The king needs silence!” Sam quips, making fun of your father’s attempt to shut up the group.

“Thank you, Sam, I do,” Tony goes along with the other man’s joke.

“You’re welcome,” Sam replies loudly, cutting off Tony as he opened his mouth to say something.

“Ok, really everyone. Quiet please.”

“At your request-”

“Get on with it!” Clint shouts. The group cheers in agreement.

“For god’s sake, Clint, I’m trying.”

“At your request…” he continues at an infuriatingly slow pace, “I have invited a guest to dinner tonight.”

Remarks ranging from “oooh!” to “who” to “can I get back to my burger already” issue from those gathered.

“May I present,” a drumroll breaks out amongst the team “Spiderman!” 

He throws the door open behind him to reveal boy with unruly brown hair and a nervous smile, that slides into confusion when his brown eyes meet your Y/E/C ones.

“Y/N?”

“Peter?”