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pls may i have some saltburn takes. i saw u liked my post abt oliver never having read the reading list and it made me giggle.

OH YES DUDE oh i Loved that post because it brings up actually something that for some reason i haven't seen discussed much. oliver's unreliable narration.

i have a brilliant, i think, genius four-question plan for making people understand saltburn, and it has worked before and i will maybe elaborate on it, but not right now. right now i'll talk about one of the questions.

who is oliver telling this story to, and why?

we've established that he's an unreliable narrator at least because it's the logical conclusion for a movie shot in a way that opens and closes with his narrative. but what does oliver being untruthful actually mean for what we know about anything and everything that happened. have you ever obsessed over this particular question. well. i have.

my hot take, first of all, is that oliver is not that smart. he's clever, but the point of the movie is that he's caught up in and driven by desire; desire, pointedly, in the moment, merging desire, adapting to circumstance and leading him on. his want is not concrete from the beginning. his want is insatiable hunger that grows.

so, okay, from the top. the whole meet-cute with felix? because of a punctured tire? eh. idk if that's true. the money thing at the bar, pretending to not have any while he actually did? eh, perhaps. chronologically he then lies to felix about his dad, and this is big, this is deliberate, this is what ties felix to him for good.

what if the first two instances were coincidences? like, felix genuinely in trouble then, oliver genuinely out of cash. makes sense to become attached and actually do something, something impulsive, drastic, when felix seems to be drifting away, and lie about his dad.

interjection: you might be saying, nadia, he lied about his family from the get-go. well of course. i didn't say he's not smart enough to clock what image of a damsel in distress felix would gobble up. i'm saying he didn't do it for the long game, because there was no long game to speak of, as narrator-oliver would have you believe. i think he wanted felix so badly in that moment of several months in oxford, i think he was so blinded that he would've said anything. and he did.

now, i've briefly talked about oliver's feelings about the invitation to saltburn, and i think this is very important here. in the moment, he couldn't possibly know what exactly this invitation could mean, in the long run, only that it is definitely the next step in progression of desire for felix. present-day oliver interjection, and i believed him, after felix said he could leave anytime, i read as a slip up, an admission that oliver didn't plan shit, or at least from the beginning he didn't. it lured him in as soon as he got there, gothic house driving mad-style. he held on to a dream of something elusive (felix as a friend? lover? forever-partner in whatever capacity? i want him so bad i don't care what he is as long as he's there? please? please?).

the other obvious hole to poke at is in the end. venetia very conveniently takes the razors he places for her, and while sure, it could be read as him just hinting at how he conveniently read her fragile state and took advantage of it, i don't buy it. (i'm honestly even tempted to suggest he met elspeth on accident, to then spin a pretty story for his own sake, but him keeping tabs on the surviving cattons all those years tracks with what we know about obsessive oliver; he's definitely known about her flat for a while.)

but those are all minor stuff. i get completely if you think i'm reading too much into it and this is all just a headcanon after all, to be fair. BUT. but.

my second big take is that oliver was/is madly in love with felix. i know, shocking. but you have probably seen people say he wasn't. i will elaborate.

i wasn't in love with him. i loved him. i hated him. what does this sound like. have you ever had a friend come to you after a breakup fuming and telling you how they'll never end up with this asshole for sure and then get back together with him and then break up and say the same thing again.

i loved him, but i wasn't in love with him. i know everyone thought i was, but i wasn't. have you never told anyone something of the sort, specifically the last part, to emphasize just how it's everyone around you that's kinda hung up on whatever it is, and you've moved way past it, actually. have you never told yourself that.

i have. i know many other people who have, too. so, who is oliver telling this story to, and why? there's no one but dead elspeth in front of him. there's no one but himself. fun fact: each time you recall an event, it distorts under the influence of the mix of past and present emotions. each time you recall, you mold memory (source, e.g., x). the way i personally see it, oliver, for whatever reason, retells the story in order to solidify his own memory of it in the way that he wants to remember it. whatever he says, this is his final word, and this is his final truth.

this is also why details slip through, like my beloved i believed him, like the emotional i hated him growing into self-convincing, misleadingly dismissive, definitely unsure i hated him by the end. those are the true emotions that he recalls, those are the times that are hard to rewrite, for whatever reason.

of course, he hated them all. but before that, he loved felix to the point of blindly following where felix's desire led oliver, at least the way oliver perceived felix's desire. it failed, crucially, when felix's desire brought them to the center of the labyrinth, where oliver could not be the desired anymore.

my third hot take in connection to this is that oliver did not know he would kill felix until the very night he did it. he didn't know it, i think, until the last hour, until felix refused to reconcile completely, until he made his blood run cold. i also briefly mention it here, specifically how farleigh is tragically connected to felix's death, in my opinion. this tracks with, again, my strong belief that oliver lies, lies and lies throughout this whole story about wanting to take everything from felix from the beginning; no, he fucking didn't. he wanted felix. he wanted felix to be his. that was number one priority. he wanted felix and whatever else came with it, undoubtedly, but not the other way around.

paradoxically, he also wanted to be felix; he wanted to be him and be with him just as us tumblr people can often relate and the tragedy is that you always have to choose. felix pushed him away, so there was no other choice but to take what was left of felix that oliver could take. hence the clothes wearing, the table scene talk, the refusal to leave.

felix chose not to choose oliver, so oliver became felix. it's his fault. felix promised oliver could leave. felix left instead. what was oliver to do.

but to your point about the books, i think it could be either way, actually. i think he could have lied about it because technically that's also in character for him, he was performing for an audience of his tutor. but i also think that he was, genuinely, a nerd before he came to oxford, and he didn't, and still doesn't, have any friends, and he hates his sisters and his mother and is miserable. he's the perfect profile of someone who'd read king james' bible over the summer, and then some, imma be honest.

so, yes. i think oliver lies about most things in saltburn and i think he's pathetic, lost, confused, grieving, angry, horny, down bad and in denial. and i fucking love him. i so fuckin do.

#saltburn #oliver quick #saltburn meta #thank u so much for ur ask. this was my excuse to finally vomit this up.#honestly i think asks are the only format in which i will actually write out all of my thoughts coherently esp the longer stuff #bc i feel obligated to answer #and when i dont i just abandon stuff. i know all my saltburn meta. vika does. finn knows ALL of it and more. i dont feel like sharing much #when unprompted. but if you ask me?? i'll never shut up. literally never #anyway. this is it. thank u again. fun.#ask #horrorsequel #saltburn journaling

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merlot-and-chardonnay · 4 months

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Another HotD Related Take: Or, the Passive Rule of Viserys I

I just realized something when I was going through one of my Lark chapters as well as my take on the Blacks and Greens discourse. It's not actually related to the story itself but more something related to one of the HotD characters.

In case you haven't guessed by reading the title:

I thought about Viserys and my observation of him both as a king and father, how he chose to take passive stances over active ones. And after re-reading my last take I thought about why this was the case. Now it could be chalked up to maybe the man never really had any ambition to rule as king, but I was thinking there might be more to this.

So bear with me as I discuss my take.

Also I want to make clear this is NOT me in any way trying to defend Viserys or his actions (or lack thereof), this is just me trying to make sense of why he is the way he is. Also, this is all my opinion, so please feel free to agree or disagree me as you wish.

Before we get into Viserys the King, we first need to look into who he was before the starting events of House of the Dragon:

Viserys Targaryen was the first born son of Prince Baelon and Princess Alyssa. Baelon was the second born son of King Jaehaerys and Queen Alyssane. Since Baelon was the second son, i.e. the one who was not expected to inherit the throne (before the death of his older brother that is), it is almost certain Viserys was not expected to be part of the line of succession anytime soon.

That is until Prince Aemon's, and then Baelon's deaths which led to a crisis of succession and resulted in the Council of 101 deciding who was to sit the Iron Throne next after Jaehaerys. Which in this case ended up being Viserys, i.e. the eldest MALE descendent.

Now I can't pretend to imagine what Viserys was feeling the moment it was made official that he would sit the throne next, but if I was in his shoes, I'd be...well honestly pretty overwhelmed as the title of heir would come with its own pressures and responsibilities. Also, this was somewhat fairly sudden, and I'm not so sure if Viserys was given the proper tools to prepare to rule (which could in part explain why he didn't give Rhaenyra the tools to prepare to rule when he named her heir).

Again, being the child of the second son, he was probably never expecting to rule at all.

Thinking about it more now, I do have to wonder if Viserys had ever objected to this behind closed doors, to being king. I don't know if he had ever thought to renounce the title of heir, or if he thought to abdicate once he became king.

(worth noting in the Fire and Blood novel, Daemon was prepared to secure Viserys' place as heir by 'allegedly' gathering an army should the nobles object).

Maybe the notion never occurred to him.

Also another thing to remember about Viserys before his time as king was that he was the last Targaryen to claim the dragon Balerion, who we know as the largest dragon at that time, and whose first known rider was Aegon the Conqueror. I think people sometimes forget about this fact about Viserys, and I can understand why, but that is actually a pretty impressive accomplishment, not something to sneeze at (granted Balerion was old and probably in the process of dying after that stunt he pulled dragging poor princess Aerea with him back to his old home in Valyria, but still impressive nonetheless).

It's worth noting Viserys never claimed another dragon after Balerion, and there was probably a good reason for that.

I think in some way, being the Black Dread's rider gave Viserys a different perspective concerning the Targaryens and their relationship to the dragons as well as power.

In Episode 1, after the bulk of the events that passed, we are given a scene where Viserys talks with Rhaenyra before Balerion's giant skull. He tells Rhaenyra that the idea that the Targaryens can control the dragons is nothing more than an illusion. I theorize the reason he says this is because of his experience as a dragon rider. Having had a chance to ride the largest dragon in the world, it made Viserys realize these creatures can never truly be tamed, no matter how strong they may bond with them.

But, and again this is more a theory on my part, I wonder if this also made Viserys come to realize the power the Targaryens had. Sure, they could not actually tame the dragons, but they can form bonds with them, which gives the family a certain level of power in this world, one that probably never should have been given to them in the first place, even if said power is what allowed the Targaryens to conquer and rule the Seven Kingdoms.

And I think this scares Viserys on a subconscious level.

Much so that he fears the power he has as king, which could be part of the reason why he chose to make passive stances over active ones, why he often gave into pressure by the small council, especially by his trusted Hand...

And maybe why he often sidelined his brother during the early years of his reign.

As we have seen both in show and book, Daemon is an unpredictable and chaotic force to be reckoned with. Much like that of a dragon. He is someone who loves his family, but also craves power.

Now that I think about it, I wonder if Daemon was part of the reason Viserys never considered to abdicate. Since the man had no sons of his own at this point in time, Daemon was seen as his Heir Apparent. No matter how much he loved him, I don't think Viserys believed his brother would've been a good or stable ruler.

It certainly didn't help when Otto Hightower voiced his opinion that Daemon would end up becoming a second Maegor if he was ever to sit the Iron Throne.

Daemon acts like a dragon, and he has no regard for the power he holds over others, and I think this scares Viserys to a certain extent, which is part of why he sends Daemon away and disinherits him (I know that's not the actual reason, but it was probably subconscious; the snide remark Daemon made about Viserys' and Aemma's son being 'Heir for a Day' was probably the push Viserys needed to do something about his brother's power hungry ambition).

I think what I'm trying to say is that maybe Viserys holds a subconscious fear of the Targaryen's power, both real power and their illusion of power, which is why he chooses to take overly passive stances both in his rule and in his parenting.

I also think Viserys fears his own power both as a dragon rider and as a king, and he goes to great lengths to keep it in check. Claiming a dragon does seem to bring out a different side to whomever can accomplish this; the bigger the dragon, the bigger the change.

Note the confidence in Laena Velaryon when she claimed Vhagar, and the arrogance from Aemond when he made that same accomplishment. Maegor claimed Balerion after his father Aegon passed and...well we know what he was like as king. And of course Daemon has Caraxes, and those two are so closely bonded it's almost telepathic.

The man knows he has power as king, and there have been times when he exercised that power when he felt it was needed.

One example includes when he summoned Daemon to the throne room after making his 'Heir for a Day' speech. Viserys sat the throne with the crown on his head and the sword in his hands, making it clear that his brother was speaking to the king, and if Daemon didn't address him as such Viserys would order HIS kingsgaurd to cut out his tongue.

He also order Daemon to return to the Vale to his then wife. BY order of the KING to be exact.

Also, another Daemon related incident when Viserys summoned the man to the throne room AGAIN (despite Daemon's very hungover state, LOL) in Episode 4. Going on a brief tangent I feel like I'm seeing a pattern of Viserys exercising his power as king when his family, ESPECIALLY his brother go and do stupid shit. I'm sorry, I find this so funny.

Anyway, Viserys made his ire towards Daemon clear when he confronted the guy over worrying allegations about Daemon's tryst with Rhaenyra in the pleasure house, claiming Daemon 'defiled' her. He made said ire even more clear when Daemon didn't deny the accusations and Viserys flat pulls out his dagger, holding it against Daemon's throat, acting like he might actually use it. He is not being a pushover at this moment, and he banished Daemon afterwards AGAIN.

Other examples involved Rhaenyra like in the same episode when he scolded Rhaenyra for her reckless actions and ended her courtship phase, ordering her to wed Laenor Velaryon, exercising his power both as king and as father in this situation.

Also concerning Rhaenyra, Viserys would exercise his kingly power on more than one occasion when attempting to quell the rumors of the origins of her sons' births, i.e. that Jace, Luke, and Joffery are the bastard sons of Harwin Strong instead of the true born sons of Rhaenyra and Laenor. Regardless of how true those rumors were, Viserys would go to great lengths to defend Rhaenyra and her children, be it scolding Alicent to stop pursuing this matter in private, or flat out declaring to a room full of nobles and his family that anyone who dared to question the boys' lineage would have their tongues removed.

Please note in Episode 8, when Viserys, who at this point was basically at death's door, used what strength he had left to sit the throne for the Driftmark petition, and how he was prepared to cut out Vaemond Velaryon's own tongue when he shouted in the throne room that the boys were bastards and Rhaenyra is a whore:

So Viserys isn't afraid to exercise his power as king over his own family, nor is he afraid to invoke said power to protect his family either.

But from the same vein, he seems a little more hesitant to invoke that power when it comes to other matters, such as when the small council started pressuring him to take a new wife after the death of Aemma Arryn, even though he had named a new heir, and it had been less than a year since that horrible tragedy. And when he did give into the pressure, he was essentially provided two options to either wed Laena or Alicent. He chose Alicent, even though the girl didn't have a say in the matter.

There wasn't a third option?

He also doesn't seem willing to invoke his status as king when Daemon returned to King's Landing after being sent away. Guy just struts in like nothing happened, and Viserys just lets him. Not even a slap on the wrist like he usually does.

(not that I'm actually complaining, I mean, not with that face, lol)

Sorry, fanservice over, back to the thread:

I think Viserys also feels the burden to keep the realm together and not fall apart, but he also wants to keep his family together as well. Trying to have his cake and eat it too, it seems.

He's trying to please everyone, but that is not possible. And his lack of action and decision making will ultimately lead to the downfall of his family and dynasty.

So, to summarize, I think Viserys is the way he is as king because he didn't want, nor did he ever expect to ever have become king, and I think also because he fears the power he has a king and a Targaryen.

Additionally, there is likely considerable pressure to keep the realm stable, or at very most keeping it from falling into chaos. And of course, there is extra pressure on Viserys that he later passes onto Rhaenyra concerning the Conqueror's Dream (refer back towards the end of Episode 1).

So many factors to consider, but ultimately it doesn't excuse Viserys' OVERLY passiveness. I already made my disdain for this passiveness clear in my last take, as had Viserys taken a more proactive stance, he could've properly taught Rhaenyra to rule as Queen, as well as...you know...

NOT CREATING SUCH A POLARIZING DIVIDE WITHIN HIS FAMILY THAT IT LED TO A CIVIL WAR THAT ULTIMATELY LED TO THE EXTINCTION OF THE DRAGONS AND THE EVENTUAL DECLINE AND DOWNFALL OF THE TARGARYEN DYNASTY.

And of course, I will not excuse Viserys playing favorites with his oldest daughter compared to his children with Alicent, to whom he was basically an absentee parent. Even if you do shamelessly have one favorite child, it's still a shitty thing for any parent to ignore the rest. (looking at you Papa Odin from the MCU...and Firelord Ozai from AtLA)

If Viserys had actually taken a more active role in raising the rest of his children, especially Aegon, the divide wouldn't have been so wide if it had been created at all.

(Of course it probably wouldn't have happened at all if Viserys never married Alicent but I digress).

In an alternate universe, Rhaenys would've been the one to sit the Iron Throne (from the Queen who Never Was to the Queen who Became), and Viserys would've been content to live out his days out in the countryside continuously working on his model of Old Valyria and spending time with his wife and daughter.

Anyway that's my piece. I probably didn't make a lot of sense, which to be fair, I was stuggling a bit to put this take of mine into words, but if it did make sense in some way, I would love to hear what y'all have to say.

#hotd #daemon targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen #viserys targaryen #passive aggressive #asoiaf

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its-vannah · 2 years

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Our Secret - Theseus x Reader

A/N: I only ever publish things I'm somewhat proud of, and I absolutely love the way that this one turned out.

Word Count: 1,342

Warnings: Sassy Lally (more of a gift than a warning), fluff (<3)

Lally's skirt swishes around her ankles as she entered her classroom at Ilvermorny, a long sigh escaping her lips as she made her way to her desk. Papers were scattered all over the surface, parchment placed in a heap at the center of the table, and quills were spilling out of their holder.

Her students were already done for the day, now nestled back in their common rooms in preparation for the next day. But you were still there, twirling around in her swivel chair, enjoying the moment.

When you noticed her, a large smile appeared on your face, and you rose from your seat, "Lally, you're back already!"

She nodded, "I've been gone too long. Can't have you teaching them better than me, can I?"

"Well, it's too late for that." You teased, giving her a quick hug, "It's good to see you, but you really should get going. You look exhausted, Lally."

"I assure you that I'm quite alright. Just glad to be back and in my classroom." Lally said, waving her wand to arrange the parchament in a neat stack, placing the quills all in one cannister, and sorting the papers by student's year.

You shrugged, "Suit yourself. Let me know if there's anything else I can do for you."

"You could get back to teaching Care of Magical Creatures tomorrow and tell them what a great professor I am?" She suggested, wiggling her brows, "You never know, Y/N, maybe I'll teach Care of Magical Creatures one day and you'll teach Charms."

"You? Teaching Care of Magical Creatures? And me teaching Charms? You're too kind- and unrealistic." You sighed, shaking your head, "I'd have better luck getting a job with MACUSA than I would getting the role of Charms professor."

"You're probably right. I don't think the charms teacher here wants to leave anytime soon. She likes what she does. She's rather good at it, too." Lally teased, reclaiming her seat.

You raked a hand through your hair, "I don't know, I'd say she's okay."

Lally jokingly rolled her eyes, reclining in her seat.

The door behind you burst open, the doors slamming into the walls on its sides. Startled, you drew your wand, aiming it directly at your target.

But Lally leaped out of her chair, gently pushing your hand towards the ground, "Careful, Y/N, he's no harm. Just a friend."

She turned towards the man who had just entered her classroom, "What can I do for you, Mr. Scamander."

"Please, Lally, call me Theseus." He said, offering her a small smile, before clearing his throat, "Newt's here for the next few days as a guest speaker for Care of Magical Creatures. And, given that he's, well, Newt, I've been sent here to supervise. It's a good thing, too, because he's already lost Teddy."

"You don't think he's gotten in here, do you?" Lally questioned, peering around the room for any sign of movement.

Theseus shrugged, "I'm not sure, but I don't want to leave any table unturned."

They began scuffling around the room, peering under benches, tables, and in between bookcases. You stood in the center of the room, unsure of what to do with yourself.

Clearing your throat, you offered your best smile, "Is there anything I can do to help?"

Theseus turned towards you, his eyes locked on yours. But you didn't notice, your eyes were too busy wandering the room. But Lally noticed, and that's when an idea popped into her head.

"You know, I'm awfully tired. I should really be heading back. But Theseus, Y/N would be more than happy to help you search for that niffler." Lally pretended to yawn, stretching her arms as she walked past him, winking at you as she made her way to the door, "Greatest of nights to you two!"

And then the doors shut and she was gone.

You stared at the closed door, then looked back to Theseus, "So, what exactly are we looking for?"

"A niffler." He responded, lifting himself up off the ground, "Specifically my brother's niffler."

"What's a niffler?" You asked, your head tilting to the side, curious as to how he'd describe the mole-like creature.

"Oh," His forehead creased, and he began making odd motions with his hands to describe it, "He's… soft… and he's got a pouch… and a pinkish face, but black fur… saved my life…"

You raised your brows, a laugh escaping your lips. Your hand rushed to cover your mouth, but it was too late. Soon enough, Theseus began laughing to, ceasing his movements, "I'm not exactly sure what I was trying to show you there… Can't really make a niffler out of air."

Nodding, you smiled, "You're very creative."

"Aren't I?" He teased, his hands in his pockets as he accepted defeat, "I don't think he's in here."

You stood up from your spot on the floor, where you had been looking under a bookcase, "That's a shame. Is there anywhere else you could look?"

He shook his head, "We'll have to enlist help checking the common rooms tomorrow when the students have cleared out. It wouldn't be right to go in there now."

Suddenly, his tweed coat began to sway, causing his eyes to widen. He reached down deep into his pocket, letting out a sigh when he lifted what looked to be a niffler, from what he had described, out of it.

"Is that the niffler?" You asked, walking over to him.

"You couldn't tell? I thought I explained it so well!" He joked, softly scratching the creature's head, "This is Teddy, he's my brother's."

You rubbed Teddy's chin with your finger, smiling as he squeeked excitedly against your touch.

"He's quite friendly." You acknowleged, "Your brother has done well."

Theseus nodded, "I've grown quite fond of him myself. Thank you, again, for your help."

You waved her hand, "You did most of the work. Or, he did."

"Well, now that we've found him, it's time to return him to my brother."

"Oh." You said, your shoulders sagging, "Well, it was nice to meet you… Theseus?"

He nodded, "Y/N, right? You know, it'd be nice having another set of eyes on him. To make sure he doesn't run off again. Would you mind helping me track down my brother? I understand if you don't, it's a lot to ask, but I'll make it up to you. I'll get you dinner afterwards?"

"I'd like that, very much." You beamed, holding the large wooden door open for him.

He stepped out, looking around unsure, "If I'm being completely honest, I don't exactly know where I'm headed. I went to Hogwarts myself."

"Really?" You questioned, acting surprised, "I was sure you were an american with that accent.

Theseus laughed, "Were you?"

You nodded, "Thankfully for you, I know exactly where I'm going."

"Did you go here?" He asked, trying to keep Teddy for crawling up his arm.

"I still do."

His eyes widened, "I didn't realize you were a student. I thought-"

"I'm a professor." You said, cutting him off.

"What do you teach?"

A smirk appeared on your face, half covered in the shadows, "Care of Magical Creatures."

"So… you knew exactly what a niffler was and what it looked like?" He swallowed, stopping dead in his tracks.

With a nod, you placed a reassuring hand on his back, "It's alright. You explained them almost as well as my first years."

He shook his head, his cheeks flushing.

"It's alright, really! I was just teasing." You laughed, "Hurt your pride?"

"Maybe just a bit." He said, chuckling to himself.

"Here, follow me. I know a shortcut." You said, pulling down on a nearby torch. Large stone bricks began to rearrange themselves, allowing the two of you into a passageway, "It'll be our secret."

"Our secret?"

"Yes."

Theseus smiled at you as he stepped into the passageway, "I like the sound of that."

The two of you continued walking side by side, neither saying a word but knowing what the other meant.

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imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl · 3 years

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White Lies (Pt. 06 of 21)

Pairing: Keanu Reeves X Reader

Word count: 2.2 K

Summary: Keanu found the girl almost dead, in the wrecks of what was once her car. While she was in surgery, stuck in a coma, he gathered the best doctors of New York to attend to her. They told him she is likely to have some kind of brain damage, what may lead to memory loss. And this possibility added up wit the fact that she's pregnant, made the council come up with an odd idea. They asked Keanu to pretend to be her husband, since the stress of finding out everything that happened could put the baby in danger. He reluctantly agreed, but only if she does has some kind of memory loss. He still goes she'll wake up soon, with her memories intact.

But when you finally wake up, there's nothing inside. You're quick to find your head is empty, void, like a blank canvas. The only thing that brings you some relief, that makes you feel less lonely is the mention of a husband. And you can't wait to meet him, because you know you can't deal with this by yourself.

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“I don't care what you think, you'll do what's best for (Y/N).” Keanu didn't want to be this rude with Mrs. Davis, but she's giving him a hard time. The doctors have already spoken to her and she agreed on not telling (Y/N) the truth since her health and the baby's depend on it. But still, seating on the first floor's balcony, as (Y/N) showers and changes after the morning walk, Lucia doesn't seem very happy about it.

“Of course not, Mr. Reeves. Or whatever you fancy people rather be called. But this isn't fair, and it isn't right. Do you plan to have this going on for how long?” She raises her voice, what makes Keanu's heart skips a beat. He looks over his shoulder, just to make sure (Y/N) isn't anywhere near. “My son is dead, but this is his child. You can't steal it from him.”

“Everything I'm doing is to keep her healthy.” He whisper-yells, both hands resting on the circular wooden table as he stands up, bending forward, trying to look as intimidating as he can. He doesn't give a damn if Lucia is her mother-in-law and the child's grandmother, he won't let her do anything that may put (Y/N) or the baby in danger. “You weren't here. You didn't see how desperate and lost she was, but I did. Breaking the news to her may lead to a miscarriage. Is this what you want? To lose your grandchild?” He spits the words out, tired of this stupid conversation. This woman is an idiot, he thinks, because he knows she had a meeting with both Dr. Wright and Dr. Harris about (Y/N)'s situation. But Keanu's last words make the woman sink a little, eyes softening, but he can still see some anger. Lucia Davis doesn't like him, that much is clear. “I'm not trying to steal anything from your late son, I'm just–”

“Keanu?” Her soft, low voice calls from the inside, cutting his words short. He takes a deep breath before turning around, watching as she shyly walks to the balcony, curious eyes already looking for Mrs. Davis, and she stops when her eyes find her. “Hi.”

“(Y/N), this is Lucia Davis. Your mother's friend.” He says, reaching out his hands, which she quickly takes, moving to stand next to him. “You were somewhat close.”

With a hand on the small of her back, Keanu listens to the small greetings, thinking if he should go away now, unsure if it's safe to let Lucia alone with (Y/N). But he quickly remembers that the first floor bathroom is close by, with high windows that will allow the conversation to reach his ears. He doesn't want to spy on them, but this is (Y/N)'s health, and he'll do whatever is necessary.

“I'll take a shower.” He tells her in a low voice, offering a small smile when she nods. Placing a kiss on her forehead, Keanu touches her belly gently, at the same time shooting a hard glance at Mrs. Davis. It's a warning, a reminder of what's at risk of she opens her mouth. Then, he leaves, heading to the bathroom after quickly grabbing some clothes, the low voices successfully making their way inside the bathroom.

You're bouncing your leg lightly, wondering how long Keanu will take. This woman is weird, she hasn't stopped asking about your husband, if he's taking good care of you. At first, you thought she was a fan, but now... There's anger in her eyes, like she's pissed off. Ten minutes into the conversation and you want Lucia to go already.

“Has he ever tried to... Force you?” She asks, leaning forward on the table, across from you.

“What do you mean?” Sighing, you play with a strand of hair, twisting it around your finger.

“Has Keanu tried to get intimate with you?” Lucia speaks faster now, grabbing your hand over the table. “Because that's not ok. Even if... Even if you're married–” She spits the last word as if it's something disgusting. “–you don't remember him, so he can't force you to do anything. Don't let him trick you into it.”

“Mrs. Davis, Keanu has been amazing.” You repeat, the conversation draining your strength. “He hasn't forced me into anything. I'm still sleeping in the guest room and so it'll be as long as I want. He's giving me all the space and time I'll need to get things together.” You really hope she can't see you blushing, because there's heat spreading through your face. You haven't thought about any on this yet, and you do hope it won't get into your head. “I assure you everything is great. He's taking good care of me.”

She sighs, shaking her head slightly. “If he ever does anything you're not comfortable with, you call me and I'll take you with me to Argentina.”

A laugh escapes your lips because you can't believe your ears. “I'm not going to leave my husband.” You tell her, crossing your arms over your chest. “I'm completely fine, you don't have to worry about me.” The headache that had just vanished is starting to come back, and you begin rubbing your temples.

“I'm just–”

“Headache?” Keanu speaks suddenly, startling you a little just before you're filled with relief.

“Yeah.” He knows you well. “I think I'll take another pill and get some rest.” Hoping Lucia will get the hint, you stand up, taking Keanu's hand.

“Mrs. Davis, I'm sorry, but I think you should go now. The doctor's said (Y/N) has to rest whenever the headaches get bad.” He says, and you nod, giving the woman a small smile and a wave before heading inside.

That was beyond awkward, and you don't think you'll want to meet with her anytime soon. Making your way to the bedroom, you sit on the bed, back resting on the headrest. It's terribly hot in here, and you jump back to your feet just to push the two windows open before going back to bed. You were expecting Keanu to come to check on you, but long fifteen minutes or so pass by before you listen to his heavy footsteps, and then it doesn't take much until he's opening your door. You're fanning yourself with your hands, the wind coming in not enough to push the heat away.

“I didn't like her.” It's the first thing you say. “And she doesn't like you one bit.”

“I noticed.” Keanu sits next to you, furrowing his eyebrows. “It's probably the age thing.”

“What age thing?” As you speak, you get irritated, pulling your hair off of your shoulders and pinning it above your head with both hands. “Damn it, why am I so hot?”

For some reason, it amuses Keanu, who smiles. “It's called a hot flash.” You were just about to snap at his smirk, but when he leans forward and blows on your neck, the fresh sensation makes you close your eyes and relax just a little bit.

“That's so good.” You mutter, closing your eyes. Then, an idea flashes through your head. “Oh! Go get some ice cubes.”

“Ice cubes?” He asks, quite uncertain.

“Yeah. I had an idea.” Playfully, you give his leg a light kick, smiling when he gives in and stands up.

A couple of minutes later your husband is back with a glass bowl full of ice. You're still fanning yourself and the moment he sits on the bed, you take two cubes, one in each hand, placing them on your neck. “Damn, this is good.” Giggling, you close your eyes to take in the cool sensation against your burning skin. “Help me out.” You ask him, eyes opening again to give him a look. “If you want of course.”

He hesitates a little, eyes lingering on you before he takes an ice cube too. “Where?”

“Uhm...” Thinking for a while, you sigh. “Here on my chest.” Pinching his eyebrows together, he hesitates again. “C'mon, I'm burning up.” With your hands slightly wet from the melting ice, you put the thin straps of your shirt down your shoulders a little. A smile comes to your lips when he finally gives in, softly brushing the cube on your skin, bellow the collarbones. “Thanks.” You mutter, feeling as the heat slowly starts to fade. “What was that you said before? The age thing?”

Keanu sighs, eyes on his current task as you run the cubes through your neck. “Some people are very judgmental about the age difference between us.” He starts, and you're sure he gets a little sad. “It got me thinking too, of course. You definitely should be with someone your age so–”

“Yeah, but here we are.” Deciding to cut him off, you stare at him even though he won't look at you. “I can't speak for myself before, but whoever I was, I married you. So it's probably everything you gotta know about it. And now...” Maybe you shouldn't say it, but you know it's true. And when his eyes meet yours, filled with doubt, and something you've never seen before, you know you have to say it. Keanu needs to know where you stand now because this is like a forced restart. “...I find it really hot.” Muttering, you feel a different kind of heat spreading through your body.

Keanu's lips break into a smile, and a soft giggle reaches your ears. You absolutely love the sound, it makes you want to kiss him. Wait, what? You knew that what Lucia said would somehow get into your head, but you never thought it would be that fast.

“You know what else is hot?” Keanu asks as you pull the ice cubes away, throwing them back in the bowl Keanu placed on the nightstand.

“What?” You inquire, wondering if there's a joke coming your way.

“This,” Keanu answers, tilting his chin slightly, pointing out at you. Now your burning again, cheeks red for sure, looking away from him.

“Don't tease the pregnant woman, Keanu.” You warn him, voice suddenly and unexpectedly weak. “Lucia also said that she'd take me to Argentina with her. As if.” You didn't want to bring her back into the conversation, but you're willing to talk about anything else, eager to calm yourself down and get rid of the thoughts of kissing Keanu.

“If you want to go, you know I won't stop you, right?” He puts the ice cube away, and you sigh, turning your attention back at him. “I'm sure she'd take good care of you.”

“I doubt that. She'd never rub ice cubs on me.” Taking his hand, you give it a little squeeze. “I'm happy, Ke. Living here with you is great. There's a lot to get used to and a lot of things to work on but... This is good. I feel good and safe with you around.”

The smile he has on it's amazing, beautiful. It's the most beautiful smile you've ever seen. “This makes me happy too.” He mutters, bringing his free hand to caress your cheek.

“So don't worry. As if I was going to leave the father of my child behind.” Changing to a joking tone, you place his hand on your belly. “I don't even speak Spanish.”

He giggles again, but soon enough Keanu gets all serious. “You have no idea how much it means to me that... That you're feeling fine. Happy...”

It's true that sometimes you even forget about the accident. It never lasts for more than a couple of minutes, but it means that you can move on from it. But you don't think the same happens with Keanu. You feel like the accident is everything he thinks about, and you hope that taking care of you isn't overwhelming to him. You wish there was something you could do to ease his burden.

“Ke, I... I really want us to work out. If I remember or if I don't, I want things to be completely, one hundred percent fine here.” Moving to sit on your legs, standing closer to him, you touch both his shoulders. “You worry too much. And I get it. My body is still recovering, and there's the baby too, but... I don't want it to become too much and... Ruin things.”

“You're not ruining anything, beautiful, I promise.” With his index finger under your chin, Keanu makes you look into his eyes. “I'm doing this because I love you. I worry because I love you. And nothing will change that. It's not too much, I can do this.”

“Alright, but... Share things with me, you know. Let me help as much as I can being... Well... Like this.” There's a lump in your throat, and you feel tears starting to form in your eyes.

“Hey, don't cry. Come here” Keanu gently pulls you into his arms, and you don't even try to fight it. You had planned this, you decided to fall for him again, but you didn't know your feelings would start to grow by themselves, without you having to force them. You want him, you want to be in his arms, so you don't think much before placing your legs over his, allowing him to hold you. This is everything you need right now, everything you want, to be held by him.

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Chapter 42

THE ROAD SO FAR

This chapter was a mess. But it's my mess.

FOUR weeks of Silence

Gary "Roach" Sanderson

Veteran's Village

A peaceful Sunday meant that Roach, Alex and Soap were chilling at the house Samantha and Maxine were in. It had been 4 weeks since that Cuban incident and Francine had gone to therapy for her near death traumatic experience. If it wasn't for Soap, she would've been left out there for good.

France thought that it would be healthy to stay in a more domestic setup rather than the base so she took her time off duty to recover in the veteran's village. And ever since that day in Cuba, Soap and France's relationship was more expressive than ever.

"If we're having a barbecue tonight, we better head off to the meat shop." Alex peeked by the door, giving a heads up to the rest of the people sitting on the couch. Soap turned his head to Alex and tossed his keys as Roach stood up and came with Alex.

"Any other requests?" He looked at the group then to Maxine, who shook her head and laughed.

"Just be back safe." She replied.

"Got it." Gary nodded and waved goodbye at them. Soap wanted to come along but France had been falling asleep on his lap for quite a while. And Maxine and Samantha noted that she hadn't had decent for days.

"Oh, Roach! Grab me a cigar maybe." He whispered, trying not to wake France up.

"Roger that." He nodded and made his way to Soap's jeep, where Alex was already waiting on him. He sat himself on shotgun and let Alex lead the way to their destination.

He turned on the radio as it played a song about driving. Roach was quick to shazam it and found out it was Automobile by KALEO.

"Now this is going to be on my playlist." Alex said as his head nodded to the music, taking him where the winds take him, far away.

"Agreed. Oh, Soap actually asked for cigarettes so we might have to stop by a convenience store on the way back." Roach informed as the song ended.

"Okay. That's cool. Maybe add a few sodas for the girls. They probably haven't had those i ages." He said as he turned the radio off and switched it to AUX.

"Here. Grab my phone and play that song again." Alex instructed as he drove through the streets, and Roach followed him. Playing the song again.

"Ah yes. This song is good." Alex sighed.

"Yeah. It's fire." Roach commented, making Alex raise an eyebrow.

"You know, fire… lit… slaps… Modern terminologies." Roach explained shyly as Alex chuckled.

"I'll never understand the young ones of today." Alex chuckled as he stopped by the parking lot, pulling his phone and leaving the car.

Dinner was the best part of the Sunday evening as the three couples enjoyed a hearty meal together, sharing experiences and funny stories like an extended family. Roach talked about his raccoon story once again as one topic led to another until such time that the inevitable topic was discussed.

"Speaking of fires, do you have any leads on Nero?" Samantha asked innocently as the men fell quiet, looking at each other. Wondering who would open up the topic.

"Well, uh… After his assault in New York…" Soap trailed off, his eyes went to Alex, signaling him to continue.

"Alex, it's your girl's question! Go answer it!" Soap complained as France laughed, wrapping her arms around Soap.

"He's gone silent." Alex muttered. Samantha was kinda sad she asked about it so she tried to make up by brightening up the mood.

The night continued on as the group played charades, girls vs boys. For an hour or so the soldiers forgot about their worries and acted like they're normal people living their normal lives outside work. It wouldn't hurt to pretend like that, especially when the baggage of guilt was hard to handle.

"So, Gary. I've been meaning to ask you something…" Maxine said as she assisted him in the kitchen.

"Yeah, what is it?"

"How are you… like mentally. You seem… off." She asked, Gary sighed and eased his shoulders.

"It's just… we almost lost a life back there… for nothing. Lannister hasn't said any useful information and as the days go by another assault might occur." he breathed out his worries, earning a back rub from Maxine.

"People have their limits. Lannister could break anytime. Let's just hope we're not too late." She assured him. It was a very negative statement but somehow it's actually helpful. Gary smiled and gave her a hug.

"Thanks Maxine." he said.

"Yeah. Don't ever think you're alone. I'm here for you. Actually, just last night. I had another memory restored. And it felt so important that you have to know it first. Before…" she said, her voice lowering down after every word.

"Before what?" Gary whispered jokingly. Maxine laughed and hit his chest gently.

"Nevermind that word. Back to my memory…

I…" she trailed off, looking like she was too shy and scared to finish the statement.

"You…?" Gary raised an eyebrow. Maxine took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

"I had an ex-girlfriend." She blurted and paused right after saying it, bracing at what Gary's reaction.

"I- uh.. That's okay… There's nothing wrong with that, Maxine." He said like he meant it. Maxine was too shocked about his reaction. Maybe she thought about it too much.

"Like… does that change anything?" She asked.

"Nothing at all. Oh wait! Yes! It does." Gary announced and Maxine's smile almost dropped.

"It means that if I want to have you, I'll have to step up my game. I have more competition now." He realized and Maxime sighed in relief. This man was about to get some scolding.

"You worried me, you know!" He continued gently hitting on Gary's chest, giggling away all her fears. He still accepted her. This was great.

"My point's valid!" He laughed, defending himself from her hits,.like children playing house. This may seem like a simple event, but this was the beginning of something new for the two of them.

Task Force 141 Base - Interrogation Room

Price sat in front of Gabriel, they've been silent for about an hour now as Gary and Soap stayed on the viewing area to observe the interrogation. Alex was here thirty minutes ago but he left after he got a phone call.

"What kind of twisted play is this?" Soap asked, crossing his arms and looking at Gabriel.

"The bastard won't talk. Just cut off a finger or something." He scoffed. To Gary, it would make sense, but with all the cameras and the formalities, It wasn't allowed. Especially that Gabriel's alibi was that he got their first to investigate. Which was total bullshit.

"He still has his ace on his sleeve. As long as we don't find proof of involvement, he's going to be free soon." Gary commented, making Soap grumble some Scottish curses.

"It's pretty obvious!" Soap yelled as Alex entered the interrogation room, saying something to Price as they immediately left him alone. Whatever that message was, looked way more important than Gabriel.

"We've got a lead on Nero!" Alex said as he peeked on the door, making the two stand up immediately and head to the briefing room.

"Operation Eye of the Storm." Price announced.

"In 24 hours, Nero and his newfound friends will meet on a hotel in Prague. This intel was from one of the Resistance Leaders Alex once teamed up with. They reached out for help since Nero started to secure the whole city." Price paced back and forth on the big screen.

"The plan is to eliminate Nero and his allies. As simple as that. We have the element of surprise in our hands. Soap, I want you to position yourself on the clock tower, just by the hotel. A bullet to the head should work. Alex will be watching your six. Jack will be our eyes and ears inside the convention. He'll be signaling when they'll be out on the open. Roach and I will enter the building for cleanup. We only had one shot at this so let's make it count." Price briefed and everyone else murmured their thoughts, some were already thanking for a solid lead. This was it. The final showdown. The end of the war.

PRAGUE, CZECH REPUBLIC

Alex and Soap already left the resistance safehouse, they had to be at the clock tower tonight, using the concealment of the night and the noise of the rain for cover. The perfect opportunity to say under the radar. Meanwhile, Roach and Price stayed to defend the place as Nero's men once again ransacked the streets just to ensure his safety. The world may have announced that the war in US was over, but Nero still had some cities under his control. This minor setback was the reason he's planning for something new. And they're here to stop it.

"Alright, Roach. Your replacements here." Price said as he stood up from his spot.

"Get ready for the big day tomorrow." He added as he nodded and left his gun for the next person to use. Tomorrow's battle is going to be tough, and even though he didn't want to admit it, Roach needed some rest.

Despite the occasional gunfire and screaming, Roach was able to sleep. He didn't mind the battle outside the building as his battle was with Nero. Once Soap shot him dead, he would also want to shoot him again, just to feel satisfied.

0639H

Hotel Lustig

Prague, Czech Republic

Roach hid on the west wing of the hotel, while Price was on the other side. They were both clinging on to the walls as their entrance was at the small opening where Soap would shoot Nero. Roach eyed the convoy just below him.

"Convoy's up ahead. Nero should be in one of those cars." Soap muttered.

"Can't see shit through the lens. He could be anywhere." Alex added.

"Easy lads. We'll have a clear shot once they're in the balcony. Right Jack?" Price asked. Jack didn't respond, but maybe the signal inside was too weak.

"Jack? Do you copy?" Price asked.

"Da. I do copy, Captain Price. I'm just here to get my old prisoner back. I've had him in the gulag for quite a while but it seems this is our first time meeting face to face." A russian voice which everyone assumed to be Nero said in the most villainous tone possible.

"You're too predictable, Captain." he said as he clicked something, prompting an explosion on the clock tower.

"Get down! C4!" Price yelled as the two soldiers jump out, falling on to railings. Alex landed on a fruit cart by the tower while Soap landed on the car, crashing it as it alarmed.

"Roach! Go help them out!" Price ordered as Nero's men started to circle around the two while the resistance team helped them defend.

Roach quickly pulled Soap up who was groaning in pain. Alex looked pained too but the look in their eyes says that they're still willing to end this today.

"Let's catch up with them." Alex said as a resistance member tossed them a rifle and quickly hid for cover, pushing their way into the hotel. At the corner of Roach's eye, he saw Price enter the building, loading his gun and ready to end this as well.

Next Chapter : THREE Bullets

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lladyariall · 5 years

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Badgerclops literally falls in love with Mao Mao at this point (officially) because this is probably the most touching moment he has ever had alongside the grumpy hero. The cyborg's intentions are pretty clear that Badgerclops does have a small crush on Mao Mao, since he is bisexual in this series, throughout the entire start of the show, and he deals with quite a bit of neglect and bad tantrums from his boyfriend- I mean, best friend.

To start off, Badgerclops wants to be physically closer to Mao Mao.

Badgerclops has a new family now that he believes he can try to find new ways in this life to settle down a little more, and according to research, natural ways Badgers show their mates they care by providing a secure den to share kits with or hibernate. Sure, they didn't give birth to Adorabat, but adoption is still as thick as blood, so these two are kicking it in to high gear when it came to welcoming this little girl in their lives. Both heroes already settled to being Mao Mao as a dad figure/hero trainer and Badgerclops has the mom figure/positive role model in their family.

Badgerclops is super ready to have a family, by now. It shows that Badgerclops see's his chance to find someone close to him (besides Adorabat) since after finding Bobo-chan; yet, he catches unto this big maternal instinct to go raise a monster baby.. by himself. He grew waaay too attached to that creature too fast, too soon without thinking of the consequences. He already has a child but he doesn't feel like he has a legit family since Badgerclops and Mao Mao keep faltering their relationship, sometimes. Hell, even when he could have done more to prevent from Bobo letting be adopted by Badgerclops, not even Mao Mao argues any further to ditch off the baby; which, for SOME reason, he just let's Badgerclops be happy as a pretend mother to the point of holding Adorabat back from attacking the two. It's crazy how Mao Mao may not want Badgerclops to touch him all that much, but he's okay with letting his boyfriend- friend go off on his just so he can be happy? I think in the end of every episode, Mao Mao sees more and more how his friend's feelings are, in small and big ways, that only adults can see and Mao Mao is not acting on them, for a reason.

To be fair, I think that Badgerclops has been giving off hints to Mao Mao, and it just goes way past the little guy's comfort zone; it seems like he grew a bad case of needing his personal space every social encounter he has that Badgerclops and Adorabat both try to break, and he will guard his body to prevent from anyone touching him (especially the Sweetie Pies.) Buuut we forget how "persistent" Badgerclops can be when it comes to provoking Mao Mao on purpose VS him laying down a few attempts to be able to, well, touch the sheriff cat. He wants to be physically closer to Mao Mao, which is not working out; but there is a twist to this. I think Mao Mao notices these touches quite often (after all, he is always on duty for action) that he allows it from time to time, and yet he probably never touched Badgerclops unless it was a time or moment that he forgot to keep his emotional guard up. He doesn't cherish Badgerclops as much as he should because he believes that so much could take his reputation away, and even ditches off his boyfriend's feelings from being so high-strung to be beside his abusive dad. Wow. That's.. that's harsh, right there.

These two are super duper close as best friends go. They just don't know where to truly talk down their feelings for each because the pressure of Mao Mao's actual wants and desires are stronger than having a stable relationship right now. It's crazy how much they cherish each other to the point of interacting as a legit cartoon couple; from the bickering, to the small challenges they engage with each other, giving each pther compliments, trying to make the other jealous, having a lot in common, being each other's ying and yang, small touches, adopting a child, never giving up on their relationship, sharing a home, and I could keep going but I would take up this entire paragraph. So, Badgerclops shoves it all down; the feelings he tries to hide from Mao Mao, and they slip up from time to time, because he thinks he has the emotional stability to let Mao Mao lean on him, like how the black feline sort of leans on their daughter. But the grumpy sheriff can't take Badgerclops that seriously if he has to admit he's wrong, going back on what he believes, and crashing a lot of reality on him at once.

To be fair, I think since they crashed by accident in the Ruby Pure Heart, maybe they are emotionally being more open and Mao Mao is having a small crisis in his mind that he could already be living the life of a full time husband and father; and that freaks him out. Mao Mao doesn't truly adore labels, unless they're heroic ones, and his one goal in life is to hear his dad say the words he wants to hear. And Badgerclops can't fill that hole. I think the deep pain in Mao Mao's heart is too great to let him move on and grow up emotionally for him to find a stable relationship with anyone. Badgerclops can deal with Mao Mao and his hard personality, unless given a reason to, from their recent history; but.. what if Mao Mao actually knows he just isn't capable of working a relationship out with Badgerclops, is because he makes him a better person when he wants the one who HURT HIM to take that pain away until he's ready to mentally find himself inside? I think he hides out from Badgerclops' advice because he doesn't want to hear a dad, he wants to hear a boyfriend/co hero be able to support his childish decisions (since he practically raised himself) but Badgerclops is only trying to be a little hero in Mao Mao's beliefs and save his confusion from getting any worse; which it normally does.

If Badgerclops knows his friend well enough, becoming a legendary hero is not going to be put aside because of some relationship they love each other in. It probably is on Mao Mao's list of what a hero should and shouldn't do, and sadly, it's probably a "should not date your co hero" priority. I think Mao Mao does have feelings for Badgerclops and I will talk way more about that in my future blog, but he rejects everything Badgerclops physically offers and even advice is from being unable to admit he might be the best fit for his soft-hearted companion.

Final thoughts about Badgerclops having a crush on Mao Mao is that if it comes to not getting off the couch at all, the large mammal will not give up on Mao Mao. To him, Mao Mao is more worthy doing whatever can make him happy (or stop bitching) and he can't push any further to court the cat, until Mao Mao comes around through his past issuses. For his own emotional support, Badgerclops has found a perfectly comfy spot to be in between a good friend as well as letting out a little love when he comforts Mao Mao. He even gets him to listen in the very end, sometimes, and throughout the series, Mao Mao listens to Badgerclops more and more from every experience they share as a family. It's truly touching how much Badgerclops gives a lot of his life to be around Mao Mao. He doesn't have to stay with him or Adorabat, at all. He can leave at ANYTIME and he freaking doesn't!

Like, if you really think about it, Badgerclops is almost a better fit for a legendary hero if he put all his energy into bringing down Mao Mao, and the Pure Heart Valley Kingdom, he could rule the world. He has the smarts, the tools, and the strength to out live this evil idea but he doesn't because being beside Mao Mao.. is what makes him truly happy. (I'm pretty damn sure if you have the cherishable locket to Badgerclops, a photo of him and Mao Mao meeting is what will probably pop up.. just saying. Lol) He doesn't want to live up to Mao Mao, he wants to be by his side throughout of the rest of their lives. Badgerclops made his choice to live forever beside this stranger he once almost got his ass kicked by, and now they're raising a little girl. Huh.

These two are going to get closer somehow. I hope they become canon as soon as possible. They belong together and if they could be a little more able to talk about their emotional feelings without too much critism than I'm pretty sure they would be making out, by now. Lol. Oh well, we'll have to wait and see :)

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witness-protection-official · 4 years

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Today’s chapter art is actually fanart made by Amiy_trash on Instagram! Check her out, she’s really good!

Warning; contains heavy swearing in some parts. Song mentioned in chapter will be linked at the end

Witness Protection- An Eyeless Jack x reader

Chapter 3

"So why do you look so uncomfortable?" You tilt your head. He remained silent. "Hey, come on, after what just happened I deserve to know something about you,"

"What just happened doesn't matter," He stated, back to using that monotone voice. You huff.

"We kissed!"

"You and I both know it meant nothing,"

"But still-!"

"Dropping the subject now," he shut up. You groan and smack your head against the window. You mutter an ow, sitting up properly.

"Does the radio work?" He shrugged. You reach over and try to turn it on, only met by static on all of the channels before it shut itself off. "Great," you grumble quietly to yourself. You pat a small beat on your lap, the silence driving you mad.

"Stop that," your head rolls back against the headrest on the seat, rolling your eyes and glaring at him.

"Well then do you have any idea what I could do to entertain myself? Don't get me wrong I'm really enjoying these 'chats' of ours where I try to strike up a conversation and you completely ignore me, but I'm kind of going insane," you groan loudly. "There's like nothing for me to dooo,"

"Play a road trip game or something,"

"You need two or more people for those, and you're highkey too boring for them,"

"I'm going to pretend I know what highkey is and tell you to figure out how to do it yourself," You groan again, leaning forward to smack your head on the dashboard space right above the glove box.

"I spy with my little eye, an annoying bitch," you huff, crossing your arms.

"You?" Your eye twitches. "No? Damn. Ok, my turn, I spy with my little eye an annoying little cunt that is going to be gutted and left to bleed out in a river if she doesn't shut her fucking mouth,"

"Lemme guess. You?" He made a 'wrong' buzzer sound.

"Wrong, try again,"

"Me?" you sigh.

"Bingo, now shut up," You grumble some unheard curses and lean your elbow on the weird arm rest thing on the side of the door, resting your head in your open palm. There was a long silence. It felt like it must've been half an hour, at least.

"I'm still bored,"

"It's only been 10 minutes since you told me that," he stated.

"Feels like longer, now entertain me,"

"In case you don't remember, I kidnapped you and am in no way obligated to entertain you,"

"Can't I like, borrow your phone or something?"

"I would be an idiot to let a hostage use my phone," It's becoming painfully clear that he is not going to cave anytime soon. You sigh and stare out the window, watching other cars pass by with a half lidded expression. "Eat or something,"

"Bored eating is how I get fat,"

"Then suffer in silence," Another silence washed over you, the uncomfortable humming of the vehicle becoming the only thing you could use from drifting off into insanity. The car stopped after a long while, and he climbed out.

"Where are you going?"

"To eat," You raise a brow.

"Why would you need to get out to eat?" He smiled at you, condescendingly. The effect of the meds had worn off by this point, revealing sharpened teeth. You gag, remembering what he had eaten back at the hotel. "Yeah, please do that far away from me,"

"Planning on it, I don't need puke in my truck," He slammed his door shut. It is only five minutes after he's left the truck that you are even more bored than before. Yet another heavy groan leaves you. Patting a small beat on your legs seemed to help, but only barely. You glance behind you, seeing him in the back of the truck. Well, you could only see his back, as he had it facing the cab section of the truck. Should you go out and bother him? One on hand, there was a strong possibility of you vomiting up your lunch from earlier. But on the other hand, he was your only source of entertainment. Your boredom won over your common sense and you unbuckle, trying your door. Child locked, of course. Your gaze flicked to his door. Glancing back out the back window, you sneakily climb onto the drivers side seat, trying the door handle. The door popped open and you felt like cheering. You wouldn't though. If he was gonna be mad about you sneaking out of the car you might as well spook him too by surprising him.

A small tune hits your ears as you step out of the truck, closing the door quietly. Your footsteps fell silently on the dirt as you approached. Granted, the heels made walking uncomfortable, but you'd rather suffer through the curse that is your work shoes than walk around barefoot. Random thought aside, the tune sounded like quiet singing. It was barely audible, barely above a whisper, but pleasant sounding. Your brain caught up with your ears and eyes and quickly came to the conclusion that Jack was singing, very softly. The song was unfamiliar to you, but his voice did sound nice, so you quietly hop onto the bed of the truck, next to him, all while ignoring the empty freezer bags that used to hold what you knew to be some poor man's insides. He paused for what seemed to be an instrumental break, as he nodded his head a little to the rhythm in his head.

"For a murderer, you're pretty good at singing," you comment, breaking the silence. Nothing will ever compare to the joy you felt as Jack's eye sockets shot open, and he squeaked loudly, standing in an apparent flight reflex before almost tripping over the rim of the bed in his shock. However, you did not laugh, for you were no fool. Although it was increasingly tempting as his grey face grew to be a bright red, non existent eyes widening in pure shock, terror, or embarrassment.

"How much," he muttered, blinking with a gulp.

"What?"

"How much did you hear," he elaborated.

"Not much, I've only been here for maybe a minute or so,"

"Too much," he took a shaky breath.

"What?" he repeatedly shook his head.

"Too much," he muttered again before muttering something very quietly to himself.

"Truck. Now," he vaulted himself over the edge. You raise a brow and climb off the bed of the vehicle. He gripped your arm and guided you to your side of the truck, opening the door. "In," You scurry in, clicking the seat belt into place. He seemed… stressed. He climbed in a little bit after, seemingly having cleaned up the remnants of his meal.

"So uh-,"

"Don't- don't talk,"

"But-,"

"Shhhh," he whispered, holding a shaky index finger to his lips to signify silence. With a deep breath, he strapped in and turned the car on, getting back on the road. Despite the radio not working, the clock did, and you stared at it. For an hour. You knew because you had watched an hour pass on the old digital display. Finally, he sighed.

"You can talk now, I guess,"

"What the hell was that?"

"Probably a nice mix of anxiety and embarrassment smooshed together to create a hellish combination of wanting to die,"

"You have anxiety?"

"I don't want to talk about it," you nod slowly.

"You're singing was nice," you murmur.

"Uh, thanks," he muttered. "I don't uh- I don't typically like people listening-,"

"That would be totally understandable if you weren't that good at it,"

"If you think complimenting me will make me let you go, you're wrong," he visibly tightened his grip on the steering wheel, the black fabric of his gloves pulling taut.

"Wasn't what I was going for, but ok,"

"Then what were you going for," he sighed heavily.

"Could you sing something? Like, louder than a whisper?"

"No," his response was immediate. "Absolutely not,"

"What? It's not like I'll be able to tell anyone," he did a small leg bounce.

"Will you shut up about being bored if I sing one song?" A hum and a nod from you give him his confirmation. "Shit…," he sighed under his breath. "Did you have a song in mind?"

"No," he groans quietly.

"Not a single one?"

"No," you shake your head. "Hadn't planned on you saying yes, so just pick one you like," He threw his hand up in what could only be exasperation.

"Fine, fine," he took a deep breath, looking about ready to start. "Do I have to do this?"

"If you want me to shut up," He whined under his breath.

"But-,"

"Stop stalling and you can get it over with," You lean forward to see his face, which is still beet red with embarrassment, but this time with pursed lips.

"Gah, fine," he huffed, defeated. With another deep breath, he began. "I can't get a hold, hold on myself, tossin' and turnin' and screaming' for help. So much to say, so many words, but sometimes, you're lookin' so good that it hurts,'' You blinked slowly, eyes slowly widening. He'd probably stop if you said anything, so you remain quiet and avert your eyes from his head, leaning your head in your open palm again as you listened to the song. It wasn't a very fast paced or high energy song, making it sort of soothing to listen to. Mixed with his strangely superb singing voice, it melded together into a calming melody that was slowly making you relax and be ready for a nap.

"I know I'm not right, I'm messed in the head, so hurt me, desert me, just leave me for dead. I'm thinkin' 'bout thinkin', now my sun is shrinking'. I know I can float, but I'm sinking' instead. I don't wanna lose you, glad that I knew you, don't wanna be in my own head," he seemed to be enjoying himself as much as you were, except he wasn't dozing off like you. As he neared the last few sound effect things that were in the song, you had closed your eyes, breathing slower. In your half asleep state, your brain registered that he had finished singing, but it didn't matter to you as you slipped into unconsciousness, willingly this time.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

She was out cold and he sighed in relief, leaning his head against the back of the seat. Never again. Never again will he sing like that for someone else. Too much pressure on him to make it sound good, even if he didn't give a flying fuck about her opinion of him. Her sleeping form made him realize just how tired he was and he yawned. He'd gotten a max of two hours the night before, and even then they were the suckiest two hours of his life. This just meant he needed to get to his next hotel set up. He pulled the car over again and pulled out his phone, scrolling through nearby hotels. The closest was two hours away. He groaned silently and checked the bookings for it anyway. There were also no double beds. Peachy. Just peachy. His bottom lid twitched before he smacked his forehead on the broken horn again, sighing heavily in exasperation. No doubt she was going to bitch, but he really didn't have a choice. He needed proper sleep and she'd have to deal. He booked one of the rooms and took a breath to recollect himself before shutting his phone off and stuffing it back in his pocket. If he was lucky this place would have booze or something, it would be great to have a nice bottle of whiskey or something when dealing with this woman. The drive was obviously quiet, her soft snores the only noise to drown out the sound of everything wrong with his truck. In the silence, his mind wandered, as it usually did, which led him to the question of what the hell was this woman's name. It had been on her name tag, probably, but that had been stained with blood and removed earlier that day. Damn, he didn't even know what it began with.

Regardless, he drove in complete silence. Fastest two hours of his life, if he was being honest. With how tired he was, the promise of a nice bed and possibly alcohol made him a little giddy. The parking lot of the hotel came into view and he cheered quietly.

"Yes!" he sighed in slight celebration, pulling into the lot and quickly finding a place to park. He shut the car off and got his pills and took two. He liked to call them 'normal pills' because they made him look, well, normal. Anyway, he climbed out of the car and walked to her side, opening the door and climbing up on the step. The button clicked once he pushed it, and the seatbelt came up to go back to it's weird resting position against the side of the cab. He scooped her up bridal style. He was going to have to sell the dating thing again, not wanting to risk the weird look his mind guaranteed would be sent his way. He shook his head, removing the thought from his mind and hopping off the step, using his shoulder to push the door closed. With a quick grip adjustment, he headed for the door, barely making it through the sliding doors, as he was too impatient to wait for them to open fully. He did the usual checking in process, the person at the front desk only glancing at the sleeping woman in his arms.

"Girlfriend?" They hum. He nodded. "Keep any noise you make tonight to yourselves,"

"What?"

"Be quiet," They clarified. He flushed up at what they had implied, and began to stammer over some of his words. They snort. "Calm yourself down boy," He swallowed.

"S-Sorry," They shake their head.

"Anyway, the pool is that way, the exercise room is right next to it, there's a bar over by the breakfast area. Pool hours are 9 AM - 11 PM, same with the exercise room. Bar is open from 7 PM - 6 AM," They hand him his key card. He nods a thank you and hurries to the stairs. It's more than a few floors up, but he didn't feel like going to find the elevator just yet. The woman stirred in her sleep, but he was too absorbed by his thoughts to notice.

"Jack?" He almost dropped her down the stairs in fright.

"Yeah?" he shook his head, resuming his climb.

"Where are we?"

"The next hotel,"

"Oh… what city are we in?"

"Only a fool would tell his hostage what city he's moved her to," he huffed. "And I am no fool," She grumbled.

"Dammit,"

"Don't pout about that, I've been fairly decent to you so far," She glanced up at him, brows furrowed.

"Yeah, but why?"

"You're more obedient when you're well taken care of,"

"Oh really? And what proof do you have for that?"

"You didn't tell that woman I had kidnapped you," he hummed.

"Because you were right next to me,"

"You've listened to my orders, more so when I'm not being violent,"

"I-,"

"You aren't resisting now, either, especially since you have the chance," That one was a test. He just told her she had a chance to escape. She remained still, cradled in his arms. "You aren't going to even try?"

"The stairs are really steep, I don't wanna risk falling," He nodded.

"Fair," He glanced down. "But I would fall too, wouldn't I?" More testing. He had to be sure she wouldnt run off on him if he had to leave her alone in the room for something.

"Just because you kidnapped me doesn't mean I want you to fall to your doom on a hotel staircase," she crossed her arms, huffing.

"Ok, Ok," he stopped talking. She continued to pout while he made his way up the rest of the stairs, onto their floor. Their room was at the end of the hall. He grunted as he shifted her onto one arm. She grew a bit flustered, probably because she was being held on one arm and that was kind of weird. He pulled the key card out of his pocket.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Ok ok ok, yeah, he's pretty cute when he's 'normal' looking. But now he's holding you on one arm. He's fucking strong. Like, really strong. 'Lord give me strength,' You think to yourself. He slides the card into the slot and opens the door, shifting you back so he was using both arms to hold you. He walked in and threw you on the bed.

"Why- why is there only one bed?" you tilt your head.

"There weren't any double bed rooms available when I booked it,"

"So we'll be sleeping on the same bed?"

"I don't care if you sleep on the floor, or the bed, or even the bathtub," he shrugged.

"Bed sounds comfy,"

"Then sleep on the bed, I'm too tired to care," he flopped back first onto the bed, sighing in relief.

"What if we accidentally spoon though?"

"Oh nooo, physical contact, what ever will we dooo??" Sarcasm was evident.

"You know for a guy who panicked when I saw him singing you're awfully chill about straight up cuddling me," He shrugged.

"I'm tired, and tired me just does not give a shit," he rubbed his eyes. "Besides, human bodies are cooler than demon ones, you'd be like the cold side of a pillow,"

"What the fuck," He let out a strained laugh.

"Sorry," he sat up, running his fingers through his hair. "I'm gonna go get my stuff, you gotta promise to stay here,"

"I make no promises," you cross your arms.

"I could always lock you in the bathroom with no means of entertainment, or you can stay out here, in a decent, air conditioned room, with a tv. Your choice," You sigh.

"Fine," a quiet grumble leaves you.

"I'll bring the clothes and toiletries up first, so you can take a shower,"

"Are you saying I need one?"

"We both need one, I'm just saying yours will probably take longer," You mull it over.

"Fine," He gave a thumbs up and stood.

"I'll be back," He left the room. You sigh and crawl onto the bed fully, closing your eyes.

(Song is Alonely by Public)

(I also use this song as a voice claim for Jack)

(Here’s the link)

https://youtu.be/b-MsOr5LCHI

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Hotel Neighbors

Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: So, New York is colder than you expected. Maybe a hoodie from your hotel neighbor will warm you up or maybe there are other ways....

A/N: Ok guys my first fic ever, kinda scared but here we go. FEEDBACK IS APPRECIATED. Requests open (only for Tom Holland or Peter Parker until I get comfortable with posting) but I'm kind of slow. I accept most requests, but detailed requests will get done faster.

Warnings: language, fluff everywhere, oh and one tiny makeout session (idk if that counts)

You had just gotten a promotion at your job! And your birthday was coming up! Life for once actually wasn't shit. So, before it ends you decided a girls trip with your two best friends to New York would be best.

"Do you have to go all out, I mean can't we just hang here so I don't have to be the mom and drive you guys back to the 5-Star Hotel after you do something stupid?" Y/BSF/N says

"Yes, yes we do. Now let's go before you magically convince me to stay," you replied

"Or you can get laid," your other bestfriend says

You roll your eyes and head out.

**Time Skip**

You got off the plane full of excitement, it had been a long time since you've gone on a girls trip. You step out and....

"Fuck it's cold" Y/BSF/N says

"No shit Sherlock" Y/BSF2/N. They walk back inside. You roll your eyes at them.

"Come on guys, I'm getting a taxi and leaving you guys, if you don't come" you smirked knowing that they knew it was true. They begrudgingly walked out towards the taxi you had just got. The taxi ride was full of bickering, until you got to the hotel. Sure, you've seen photos when you reserved it but it was nothing compared to the real thing. All of your jaws dropped. They kept staring as you made your way to the concierge. As you walked there something, no someone caught your eye. He had beautiful chocolate eyes and luscious brown curls. You couldn't help the blush that crept up your cheeks and nervous fidgeting once you made eye contact. He smiled a genuine smile and walked out before you could smile back. Leaving you looking like a tomato. You checked in and walked to your room with your thoughts clouded thinking about the brown haired boy. You entered the room and once again your bestfriends' jaw dropped. You chuckled as you set your luggage down. You were still thinking about the boy until..

"Hey Y/N, what's up, you've been in a daze since we got in the hotel?" Y/BSF/N asks with concern

"Nothing it was just that hot guy she saw earlier in the lobby, she's probably been daydreaming about him" Y/BSF2/N responds for you.

"What hot guy?" you ask hoping they wouldn't notice thay you were lying, "It's just the fact that we're in NYC in a beautiful hotel with my two bestfriends, I'm happy that's all"

"Sure, we'll go with that" Y/BSF2/N says with a look that she knows you're lying.

"Either way we have to get ready for tonight!" Y/BSF/N exclaims

"Y/BSF/N we don't have to get ready now the club doesn't open until 8, it's only 5 plus we need to get warm clothes if you plan to last the night" you say

"WE ONLY HAVE 3 HOURS!" she practically yells.

"Uh yeah, I can get ready in 1 hour and Y/N is right we need warm clothes" Y/BSF2/N says

"Yeah, not going to happen I need at least 2 hourd to get ready and the other hour I'm making sure you two actually put in effort for tonight" Y/BSF/N retorts, but before they start bickering you butt in

"Look how about this, we have two bathrooms you can both get ready and help each other for tonight, and I'll get warm clothes for everyone, and you both should at least be almost ready by the time I get back, that sound good" you say

"What about you?" Y/BSF/N asks

"Yeah, you need to look good for that hot guy in the hotel" Y/BSF2/N says

"Oh umm, ye-yeah I'll be ok," you respond slightly nervous. They chuckle at you. "so what are we getting?" Hoping that they move on. They do, tell what they need and hand you the money to pay refusing to let you pay, they know how hard you worked and can only guess the cost of the hotel. You walk out towards the elevator and your heart stopped and blood ran through your cheeks as you made eye contact once again with the brown-eyed beauty. He smiled at you softly before...

"Excuse me, love" his rich gorgeous British accent said. It took a few seconds before you actually interpreted his words and moved to side. You muttered a small sorry. Hoping you didn't embarrass yourself.

"It's quite alright love you're not embarrassing yourself," he said, your eyes widened as realized you said that out loud and you couldn't help the embarrassing fidgeting that started to occur as you tried to look at anything but his face. He chuckled.

"I'm Tom by the way" he had his palm out causing you to jump slightly at his words, he waited patiently for you to respond.

"Y/N", you awkwardly shook his hand. He smiled.

"Well, Y/N," you loved the way he said your name, "I must get going, but I hope to see around" ge smiled and walked off.

"How will 'see' me around in such a big city?" You asked quickly before you would overthink about it. He turned around,

"Well, it seems to me that we're on the same floor, so I hope to see you around this floor at least" he said before turning around once again but before he turned "Goodbye love"

"Bye" you said quietly knowing he probably couldn't here you. You walked to the elevator, once again thinking about Tom. All throughout shopping all you thought about was Tom. When you returned you were glad to find your friends laughing and doing makeup, instead of dead bodies. You gave them their stuff and.... you didn't get anything for yourself to help you from the cold. You didn't want to go out again because the sun was almost gone which would increase the cold. You didn't know what to do and you can't fit into your bestfriends' clothes because you were skinnier/curvier and taller/shorter than them.

"What if you guys just go without me" you say, although you had an idea on what they would say.

"No, you worked so hard to get here, we're not leaving without you" Y/BSF2/N says

"Wait I have an idea, we just got in today, why don't we get our own booze from dowstairs, dress you up and have a girls' night, we'll blame it on the jetlag" Y/BSF/N suggests.

"That's a good idea, we can go clubbing tomorrow" Y/BSF2/N agrees. You debate for another minute before agreeing with them. You guys dress up and you feel nostalgic from your high school days but end up laughing your asses off because of all the shit you guys did in high school. You decide to put on a movie.... and your friends fell asleep halfway through. You turn off the tv and check the time, it was only 11. You decide to go to the balcony to get fresh air. You walk out, only to realize it is colder than the last time you went out and your short black dress wasn't helping. You stood there for another few minutes, freezing, thinking about everything. Just when you were about to go inside, the balcony next to you opens. You turn around and lock eyes with the one and only Tom.

"Leaving so soon love" he says as he tries to maintain eye contact but ends up failing looking you up and down, causing you to shiver.

"It's cold" you respond, he smiles "If I lend you my hoodie will you stay?" He asks, already taking it off to give it to you. You bite your lip, pretending to be deciding.

"Sure, but won't you get cold?" You say, "Love, I come from the cold," he says as he go towards the edge to give you the hoodie. You put it on, it was comfy and smelled slightly of cologne. He grinned at you when you had it on, you blushed thankful that it was too dark and cold to notice.

"I don't think you're getting this back anytime soon" you say smiling, he chuckles softly and responds "That's alright love, you look better in it than I do" the moment those words left his lips your heart almost melted. You two ended up talking, for what seemed like a while. You felt like you knew each other forever. Eventually you asked for the time.

"It's 2 in the morning, tired love?" He asked. "Actually no" you spoke honestly. "Well, why don't we do something?" He asks looking at you hopefully. "What?" You ask curiously. "Why don't you come over the balcony and we watch a movie?" He asks, hoping you'd say yes. You did want to watch a movie but you were scared to jump over the balcony.

"Don't worry love I'll catch you if you fall" he said as if he read you thoughts. You looked at him incredulously, he laughs "Sorry darling you just seemed scared, but I will catch you always" he says, causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach.

"Ok" you say, getting ready to hop over. It wasn't a big jump but you've never done it before. Tom was on the other side waiting patiently, eventually you stopped overthinking. You went on top of the balcony and crossed over to his. You crossed over safely but when you were getting off the balcony you ended up tripping, and Tom caught you... bridal style. His strong arms held you close as you looked up at him. Soon, you found yourselves leaning in. His thin lips somehow molded into yours perfectly. You felt fireworks, butterflies, your heart was racing a million miles an hour as the kiss was deepened and you felt him bite your lip. You moaned allowing his tongue slip in. Eventually you both needed air, so you pulled away breathless. Tom them peppers kisses down your jaw, going down your neck till he found your sweet spot. You moaned as he sucked on your neck surely leaving a spot. Once he finished he put you down to admire his handiwork. You stood there unsure of what he would say as he continued to look at you.

"Well Darling I think that you're going to have a mark in the morning," he says cockily, smirking as you continue to look at him speechless, "well let's go inside," he holds out his hand, "shall we?"

"We shall" you interlock your hands and walk into his hotel room. It looks similar to yours but there's a slight scent of cologne in the air. It wasn't overwhelming and you see clothes on the chair. Tom leads you to the room, still holding your hand. In the room he let's go of your hand, to see what movie you were going to watch as you awkwardly stand by the bed.

"We should watch The Impossible" he suggests, you knew he was in the movie and was trying to impress you.

"No, Iron Man is where it's at" you say, superheroes movies were a personal favorite. The only one you haven't watched was Spiderman: Homecoming because you heard that it sucked and decided to wait until it came on redbox. It so you wouldn't have to spend money on a possibly bad movie and you didn't have to watch it to understand Infinity War. You soon realized however that Tom played Spiderman and now really wanted to watch it.

"How about Spiderman: Homecoming" Tom says, "it seems like a good middle ground".

"Yes" you say, way too quickly, he chuckles and puts the disc in. He walks back to you, as your still standing, motions you to lay on the bed but you continue to stand there awkwardly. He soon pulled you down next to him, wrapping his arms around you. You soon got comfortable and cuddled with Tom as the movie began. You cuddled through most of it, but as the movie continued your eyes started to get droopy. You had trouble keeping your eyes open and finally you gave in to sleep, drowning out the sound of the movie and listening to the sound of the heart beating next to you.

Part Two???

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