#while a stranger (jason) braids my hair back out on the street

[catcacophony]

"dear arkansas daughter" by lady lamb but its piper comparing her relationship with jason to annabeth's with percy while unknowingly developing a crush on annabeth and feeling jealous of percy

#im sorry ive just been really into one sided pipabeth angst lately #take a swim in the water (percy) #dear arkansas (athenas) daughter #as my love for you dies (jason) #you with the dark curls (annabeth) #you with the watercolor eyes (percy) #while a stranger (jason) braids my hair back out on the street #rrverse #the heroes of olympus #pjo fandom #pjo hoo #pjo headcanon #pjo headcanons #pjo series #annabeth chase #annabeth pjo #percy and annabeth #jason grace #percy jackson and the olympians #piper mclean #piper pjo #piper hoo #pipabeth #the lost hero #jason pjo #jason hoo #pjo #perseus jackson #percy jackson fandom #annabeth percy jackson

[queen-of-the-trash-planet-tm]

Knock Knock. Who’s There? (Jasonette) (continuation of The Most Vibriant Color)

Orange. Orange was the color of pill bottles, the eyes of vampiric bats in the night, and the tint of the orange plastics that polluted the earth. Orange was the color of a shirt Jason Todd was trying to pack. The voices finally broke him into going to Paris and now he needed to pack. Jason had no idea how long he would be there, but he also had no plans of returning to Gotham anytime soon. Dick walked into the room, “Dickie boy, what’s up?”

The older adoptee stared at his brother, “Are you sure you want to leave? You just got back.”

Jason didn’t just want to go, he needed to leave. If the pit madness didn’t drive him insane, the constant way Bruce and Dick treated him like he was a bomb just waiting to explode would. They claimed they missed him, mourned him, wept oh so many tears, but in the end they had just replaced him. Jason would never be Dick; he knew it; Bruce knew it; hell, Dick himself said he would never be good enough.

The steel blue orbs bore into Jason’s making him shift uncomfortably, “Then it will feel like I never came back,” he laughed but Dick found no humor in his words, “Listen Dick, I’m not you. I’m going to be fine.”

Jason wasn’t fine, not right now, not in Gotham. He was suffocating. Loneliness was a silent killer, one worse then the Joker. Jason knew it would kill him all over again if he didn’t do anything to stop it. Dick didn’t understand, he was the golden child. Dick was the first, the better Robin, the most charming, respectful, and kind one of the Bat’s kids. He lived a good life in the circus with his family and then immediately be adopted by one of, if not, the richest men in the world. Dick didn’t grow up on the streets, he wasn’t treated like an outsider in his adopted family, he wasn’t toyed with, frayed, bruised, ripped, or mutilated like Jason. A stranger in his own body is what Jason was.

All of these feeling were internalized of course. What’s the point of talking about the emptiness that plagued him, when everyone was already moved on? Jason had no purpose anymore. Why would Bruce miss one of his thousand kids? Jason was just another passion project... right? Did he serve any real purpose to begin with? All of these thoughts stuck with Jason. No matter how much he wished they would just go away, they would stay ever fervently whirling like a tornado inside Jason’s psyche. The only way to escape them was to leave. They’d have to, if they didn’t Jason didn’t know what he’d do. This is his last hope to try and just be a kid again. A luxury Jason was never given, this is the time where Jason reclaims the innocence that was stolen from him.

He swore it. He meant it. He was going to live it.

After Dick had finally left the room, Jason finished packing. This was the final piece to the puzzle that was Jason’s future. Gotham would lose Jason Todd again, this time by choice. What good did his return do anyway. Gotham could live without Red Hood, she could live without another troubled kid, she could live with one of her kids living without her. Gotham couldn’t live with one of her babies dying again in front of her. Paris craved chaos and by Kawamii was Jason going to raise hell while he’s there. Gotham knew this, so she passed one of her favorite boys to Paris in hopes of his life being preserved. Paris welcomed him with open arms too. What about a baker’s daughter?



Orange. A color of insincerity, empty calories, a color without substance. Orange was a color that would haunt Marinette. Everywhere she turned an Ex-friend and a liar would be there trying to gain her attention. The liar spun beautiful tales of her exploits, but she also created terrors to ruin Marinette. The pathetic excuse of a reporter pestered her into helping her tabloid of a blog, “Come on! Get me an interview with Ladybug!” She would shout, “I have to know about what happened with Rena and Carapace!”

“For the last time, Alya, I’m not in anyway, shape, or form obligated to help you. I’ve made myself very clear in stating that we aren’t friends. You talk bad about me, try to ruin my commission website, and on top of all of that you expe- no, demand something of me?!?” Marinette was furious. The insolence Alya repeatedly shown to her angered her to new bounds, “You think you are in a position to be speaking to me at this moment? Alya, I’m tired of this routine you have taken accustomed to falling into. Just because you forgot your own actions, doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten nor forgiven you for. If you come by the bakery again, I’ll put a restraining order on you in school and outside. You have become a stalker, I don’t want anything todo with you.” 

Marinette had to take deep breaths and close her eyes to calm herself down. 1... 2... 3... repeat. 1... 2... 3... repeat until calm. She could not risk akumitization, it was not an option. Ladybug couldn’t be compromised. Emotions are a luxury that Marinette cannot be awarded. Alya on the other hand, she had no control and abused that.

Once Marinette had opened her eyes, she saw a purple little butterfly touch and be absorbed by Alya’s frames. The exchange between the supervillain and Alya was brief, he didn’t have to say much before the glow of power overtook the glasses sporting journalist. Marinette thought to herself, ‘I can never catch a break, can I?’

Marinette ran, commanding the people to evacuate, to the nearest locker to hide and change in. Tikki has taken no time to change and showcase her new look. Ladybug had outgrown the red and black, polka dotted, skin tight, spandex. She was much too mature for that now. Ladybug was layered in body armor, away with the pigtails that feigned innocence. Her hair was now loosely pulled back by two braids with the rest of her hair down, now her suit was a majority of black. Marinette’s mask’s colors had been inverted. Ladybug was a guardian of the order, a leader, a symbol, she needed to update her look.

She existed the locker, yo-yo in hand. Ladybug swung to higher ground. She had no information on the powers of this akuma, it was time to play everyone’s favorite: the waiting game. This also allowed for Char Noir to get here in time. In the beginning Chat was a little pushy and childish, but after 5 years of fighting he became jaded and more serious in his role. He got himself a girlfriend that didn’t work out but she was there, became a better friend, and more importantly a friend. Chat was tired, the only reason he was still fighting is because of Ladybug. His lady needed someone to balance her out, so until they can find his replacement they’re stuck.

After 5 minutes of waiting and observing, Chat had arrived, “What’s the status? What happened Bugsboo?”

“The akuma’s in her glasses. Alya, was told off by Marinette apparently and couldn’t handle it. And before you say something about Marinette instigating, Alya was harassing her about an interview with me. I will not give her an interview either. She doesn’t want to fact check, fine. I don’t want to give her an interview.”

Chat sighed. This whole situation was getting out of hand. He lost Marinette. Alya is on a warpath. Lila keeps harassing him. Maybe it was time to build his ark while the flood rages. He’s exhausted of playing middleman, of losing important people, he’s tired of fighting. After this he would beg Marinette to accept his apology, but if she didn’t want to he’d understand. This was going on for long enough.

The fight itself only took around 30 minutes. Once the cure was done, Alya awoke to see Ladybug staring her down. Alya didn’t seem to get that Ladybug was infact angry at her, “Ladybug! Can I get an interview?”

“I believe Marinette had told you I wouldn’t be giving you anymore interviews,” she said with venom, she hadn’t meant to but it was seeping out. “I saw the messages you and the rest of you class sent her. All of the hate, I know you tried to ruin her website. And for the last time, I do not know a Lia Rogatonie or whatever her name is. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to leave. Bug Out!”

Alya was left stunned. Tears stained the cheeks of the “reporter” and she realized that she had been live-streaming the exchange. All of Alya’s followers had seen her be chewed out by the savior of Paris and Chat had only nodded. It wasn’t long after Ladybug left that Chat went in the opposite direction.

Marinette landed in an ally by the airport. She had to run home now that school was cancelled. Not actively paying attention to her surroundings, she had run into a large man. He was about 6’0 (182.88 cm) and all muscle. His jet black hair had a white streak going through it, he was devilishly handsome, and his eyes. Oh god, his eyes. They were clear blue, however, there was green infringing on them. It was a sickly green too. Marinette almost drooled at the sight of the Grecian god standing before her.

He had stumbled a bit but she had fell completely on her bottom. Marinette’s face was the same shade of her old suit design. Eventually the man had helped her up with an extended hand, “Are you okay?” He asked in rapid English.

If it wasn’t for all of the lessons Jagged and Penny had given her, she wouldn’t have understood a lick of anything he said, “Umm, I’m fine. T-Thank you,” she responded in accented English.

“You wouldn’t have the directions for Le Grand Paris would you,” he switched the language on her. “That’s where I’m staying, I got lost.”

“Oh, yes of course! I could help you get there, Monsieur...” she waited for him to fill the blanks.

“Jason,” He supplied, “Jason Todd.”

She outstretched her hand again, “Marinette Dupain-Cheng,” she said with her blindingly bright smile.

The sun was setting. A gorgeous orange glow was cast over the two as they walked towards Le Grand Paris. Each thought the other as etherial being and fell into comfortable conversation. This would be the start of a beautiful friendship and possibly romance.

A/N: This was one of my favorite things to write. Thank you to everyone who likes, comments, reblogs, and thank you for sending in the asks. They make my day like you wouldn’t believe. I never expected this many people would actually like the word vomit that comes from my mind. Also, special thanks to @/abrx2002 for the idea to make this series dealing with the entire rainbow! I was just going to do red, but now I’m doing the whole rainbow. If the series isnt done by purple, I’ll do more colors. Also if I didn’t tag you, it’s because I can only tag 50 people at a time. However, I’ll tag you in the comments!

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[meandmypagancrew]

Maybe What You Think Of Me Won’t Change

Did you guys know that in addition to being a gifmaker and a dollmaker, I’m also a writer? I know! I am a woman of many talents most mediocre and useless. Anyway, I wrote this little fic about Clark and Farrah from We Are The Tigers, so if you’re into that kind of thing, give it a read under the cut!

It wasn’t super uncommon for Farrah to suddenly come to and not know where she was or how she got there. So when, in her drunken haze, she had a sudden moment of clarity and found herself outside by a dumpster, she groaned. In the dim light from a streetlight, she took stock as she pushed one of her braids over her shoulder. Clothes? Still on. Phone? Not dead. Purse? There. There wasn’t any vomit or blood or anything. All in all, not the worst night she had ever had.

As she got on shaky feet, she tried to remember what had happened. Marissa had picked her up, and they went to a house party at Rich’s. She had a few flashes of the party, a red solo cup in her hand, Liz doing a keg stand, Kayla and Jason trying to subtly sneak upstairs- but then nothing. Fuck. There was no one around, so how was she supposed to get home? She pulled out her phone again and clicked the home button, being greeted by a picture of Tom Holland as Spiderman- her favorite celebrity crush- and the time 3:42. It was a Thursday, but still summer, so thank God she didn’t have to worry about being up for school. 

She pushed that thought to the back of her mind. First she needed to get home. She unlocked her phone- her home screen was a picture of her and her mom when she was born, which caused her to squint, both because of the lighter color scheme being brighter and the memory of her mom- and clicked to her contacts. Family was strictly out of the question, Annleigh would kill her for waking her up, her stepmom hated her, and her dad wouldn’t be mad but he’d be so disappointed he would probably cry the entire way and making your dad cry is a soul crushing experience.

She sat back down as she scrolled through her contacts. Party friends. A guy who was her partner for a chem project last year. Former Captain Kimberly, future Captain Riley. A guy who was rumored to be a drug dealer, but was only her contact for buying alcohol. Her first try was Marissa- she got her into this, it seemed only natural she’d get her out, but it went straight to voice mail. She kept looking, her drunk mind trying to think. Her finger tapped on Bridget, a girl who had been a cheerleader at Giles Corey but transferred back to public school after her dad had been laid off. They weren’t close, but Bridget had shown her the ropes when she joined the team, and she was a night owl so she should still be awake.

Before the first ring even finished, her usual deadpan voice answered. 

“What.” She said, and Farrah struggled to not sound as drunk as she was as she responded.

“Bridged?” Despite her best efforts, her speech was a little slurred. “Canyou comeaaand git mee?”

“Farrah, it’s almost four AM.” Her voice still had no inflection. Even when sober, it was very difficult to discern where Bridget was standing, and if you were getting anywhere with her. Drunk? It was pretty much impossible.

“Yeeeeaaaaaaah… but Imm stuuuuuuck.” 

“No.” Was the response, unusually harsh for Bridget. 

“Whaa…?” She asked, though she was pretty sure she heard her correctly. It just didn’t seem right. Bridget wouldn’t just abandon her like this, right? As she had so astutely noted it was almost 4 AM- she was the only person who would be awake.

“No. I’m not your babysitter, Farrah. You got yourself into this mess, take some goddamn responsibility for your actions.”

“Buuu… butMarissa took meee dribking-“

“Did Marissa force the alcohol down your throat?” Bridget asked, a little too abruptly and Farrah didn’t respond. She knew she was right, and Bridget knew from her silence she had hit the nail on her head. “You made a choice. You deal with the consequences.”

The line went dead. Bridget’s words were true, but how the hell was Farrah supposed to get out of this? Buses weren’t running this time of night, she didn’t even know where she was, let alone how to get home- she needed help.

As she resumed scrolling through her contacts, a very depressing thought hit her. She didn’t have anyone to call. She was the girl you call for a party, not the girl you depend on when you need help. She didn’t have a single true friend she could depend on right now. There were no clutch friends. To put it quite frankly, she was completely fucked.

As she settled in against the dumpster to wait for daybreak, hoping the sun would bring with it some ideas, a memory she didn’t know she had came to the forefront of her mind. 

“I think she’s asleep.” A voice that must have been Annleigh’s said in her memory. 

She was lying down, but her eyes were closed. From the lights that occasionally shone through her eyelids, the soft rumbling, and the feeling of movement, she must have been in the backseat of the car.

“Okay.” Came another voice, male- Clark. “I’ll carry her in when we get there.”

“You don’t have to do that!” Annleigh immediately replied, and Farrah could picture the heart eyes she was almost undoubtedly making. “You’ve already done so much, helping me come get her.”

“Don’t mention it.” He replied. “I’m happy to help.”

“You must get tired of it.” Annleigh replied with a sigh. “I mean, she’s not even your family.”

“Well, first off, we are all sisters and brothers in the eyes of our Heavenly Father,” She could hear the smile in his voice, and a gentle sound of contact as if Annleigh had playfully hit his arm. When he spoke again, though, the smile was gone. “In all seriousness, though, your family is my family. I will always be there for Farrah, because I love her like a sister.”

The conversation turned to some boring bullshit about theology, so she had tuned it out. But her mind kept coming back to that promise. Did he mean it? Did he say it just because he thought it would win him brownie points? Either way, it was her last possible option, so she navigated to his contact and hit call.

After a few rings, his groggy voice answered.

“Hello?”

“Clark?” She asked, and she could almost feel him snap awake.

“Farrah? What’s happening? Is Annleigh okay? Are you okay?”

“Iiii’m fiiiiine. I need a riiide.”

Clark exhaled, and she felt a little bad for waking him up. He was probably going to do thing Bridget had. This was a speculator waste of time for everyone.

“I’m…. I don’t knoooow…”

“Do you see any landmarks?” He asked, his voice patient even though she could hear him moving about, probably grabbing his keys and heading out.

“Let me… check…” She stumbled a little bit, struggling to hold the phone and climb to her feet. “Oof, okay…”

“Farrah, what’s going on?” He asked, and she waved it off before realizing he couldn’t see her as she meandered out of the alley to the street.

“Iiiit’s fiiine. You worry too much!” 

She put a hand on the wall to steady her as she took stock of her surroundings. Sure enough, she was at a bar, but she didn’t recognize the name and found it highly unlikely Clark would either. Most of the storefronts were dark, and even the ones that weren’t, she felt like the words were spinning in front of her. 

“What do you see?” He asked, and she scrunched up her face.

“Uhhh…” She stalled but then she saw it. She thought it was maybe the most beautiful building she had ever seen in her life, down at the end of the street. “There’s a castle…”

“A… castle?” He asked, confused.

“It’s all white. It’s so pretty. It has flowers.”

“An all white building?” He tried to clarify. “The hospital?”

“No… there’s a man on the building…” She had to squint, but sure enough.

“A man on a castle that’s white with flowers?” The skepticism in his voice was so evident that even in her state she could pick up on it and it annoyed her.

“He’s golden!” She insisted, just wanting him to believe her, that she wasn’t hallucinating.

“A golden man on- the Mormon temple?” He asked, which Farrah couldn’t say for sure, but it seemed like the best bet. “Farrah, are you at the Mormon temple?”

“Nooo… I’m in front of a bar down the street…”

“Okay. Okay. Hold on.” Clark said as Farrah leaned against the wall, already feeling a hangover starting to set in. “I’ll be there in five minutes. Can you hang on for five minutes?”

“Yeah…” She replied, closing her eyes against the light filtering through the bar’s windows.

“Okay. I’ll see you soon.”

Once he hung up, she pocketed her phone after making sure it was on vibration in case something happened. She had considered doing something on her phone while she waited, but even on the lowest setting, it seemed so bright it might burn her. Out of sheer boredom, she started to undo her braids. After all, even if she slept in them, she’d have to redo them tomorrow, because they’d be messy. 

Just as she was relocating her second hair tie to her wrist, and shaking out the braid, the door to the bar opened, and a man walked out. Farrah didn’t notice him at first, busy combing her hair out, but he sure noticed her.

“Oh, hey, pretty girl.” He said and she looked up into eyes that looked at her like she was less of a person and more of a meal. Ugh. She had met so many predatory men like this, and she really wasn’t up to it right now. “What are you doing out here all alone?”

“My ride is coming.” She said, both as an answer to the question and a way of informing him that there was someone who knew where she was supposed to be, so he better not try anything.

“I can take you wherever you need to go, baby.” He was almost purring, which was about as unsettling as being called baby by a stranger twice her age. “Especially if where you need to go is back to my place.”

That statement was punctuated with a wink, and she felt like she needed a shower.

“No, thank you.” She replied, trying to walk the line between being polite enough that he didn’t think she was a cunt and murdered her, but not so polite that he thought she was into him and when she rejected him, didn’t think she was a cunt and murdered her. 

“Aw, come on, I can make you feel reeeeal good.”

He started to advance towards her and Farrah took a step back before she realized that would just back her into an alleyway, which was a dead end. She had no option but to stand her ground.

“I said no!” She almost yelled, and he grabbed her arm.

“Come on, baby, don’t be like that.” She tried to struggle against his grip, but he tightened his grip, which only scared her more. He was so much more powerful than she was.

“Get off of me!” Now she was yelling, a hint of desperation in her voice and he grabbed her other arm as well, which she continued to try to resist, but he was too strong.

“I said don’t be-“

“Get away from her!” She heard a car door slamming and while she couldn’t see who it was, she recognized his voice. The dude’s attention was fractured by the interruption, and his grip loosened as he looked over his shoulder. Farrah took advantage of that to pry herself from his grasp, running straight at Clark, throwing her arms around him and clutching the back of his shirt as tightly as she could, squeezing her eyes shut as she buried her face in his chest. He immediately wrapped one arm around her, holding her close.

“What are you, her boyfriend?” He sneered, and the fear in Farrah’s heart didn’t subside much. What even could Clark do? This guy, he looked like he could be a stunt double for Thor. And Clark? Clark could be the stunt double for Captain America- pre-serum.

“I’m her BROTHER!” He said, his voice taking on a hint of fierceness that Farrah had never heard before, and somehow she knew that he was going to protect her, whatever it took. “And she clearly said no, not to mention the fact that she’s 15! Take one more step towards us and I’m calling the cops on you, you pervert!”

There was a very tense moment, a pregnant pause where Farrah could feel Clark’s heart pounding against her forehead. He talked a big game, but he was terrified. If he called their bluff? The two of them together couldn’t even come close to taking him on, especially in her state. But he must have moved away, because she felt Clark exhale.

“Whatever. She’s a fat bitch anyway.” His voice was moving away, but Clark continued to hold on for several moments. He put his other arm around her before pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head.

“Oh, Farrah…” 

She pulled away and looked up at him, furrowing her eyebrows at the soft murmur, confused about what he meant. Before she could ask, he pulled away even more to open the door of the car for her.

“Let’s get you home.”

She obediently climbed in, again running a hand through her hair as she checked in the mirror her reflection. Her makeup was a mess and she had definitely seen better days, but the wave in her hair was gorgeous. As Clark got into the car next to her and immediately locked the door, she expected him to say something, but he stayed silent. Even as he started the car and some sort of Christian rock- Switchfoot, maybe?- started filtering through his car speakers, a little distorted because the bass was ruined. If Farrah recalled correctly, that was because when Greatest Showman came out, Annleigh adored it so much that not only did she make Clark take her to go see it in the theatres at least six different times, it was the only thing she would listen to and she would play it whenever he drove her anywhere and was not afraid to blast it.

She expected a lecture, some kind of explosion, but instead he just stared straight ahead, clutching the wheel so tightly that his knuckles turned white. His silence was agonizing, and when she finally recognized their surroundings as he turned into their neighborhood, she braved speaking.

“Are you mad?”

“No.” He answered quickly. It wasn’t snapping at her, just a decisive statement.

“Are you sad?”

“No.” It was said the same way and she exhaled in frustration, feeling like she had to get to the bottom of this before he dropped her off, which would be soon despite the meandering streets of the neighborhood that made little sense- Clark was an expert and could navigate it like nobody’s business.

“Are you hungry?”

“No.”

“Are you annoyed?”

“No.”

“Are you disgusted?”

“Farrah, I’m worried.” He said as he pulled in front of the Victorian manor replica that she called her home. 

She was surprised that he cared so much, and surprised at herself that she also felt defensive. As he unbuckled his seatbelt to turn and look at her, she crossed her arms.

“You’re only saying that because of Annleigh. You don’t care about me. Or at least you only care about me as Annleigh’s sister.”

“Farrah, look around.” He said, and she furrowed her eyebrows, turning to him. Look at what? The dark buses that lined the pathway up to the front door? The neighbors across the street who’s porch light was green instead of normal? The empty McDonalds bag at her feet? The little pop figures from whatever weeb shit he was into on the dashboard?

“Do you see Annleigh anywhere?” Her brows still furrowed, she shook her head. Of course Annleigh wasn’t here, she would be inside asleep, like the good little girl she was. “This isn’t an act for her. I’m not even planning on telling her this happened. I’m worried about you because I care about you. Not the Farrah who’s Annleigh’s sister, but the Farrah who’s an amazing flier, the Farrah who knows all the words to Princess Bride and watches it every year on her birthday, the Farrah who hasn’t taken ballet in four years but still sometimes twirls when she thinks no one is looking. I care about the Farrah who goes horseback riding and even if she’s in a skirt refuses to ride side-saddle. I care about the Farrah who hides books in her backpack because she loves to read but would hate for anyone to find out. I care about the Farrah who sits on her phone and pretends not to pay attention to whatever’s on TV but when her dad falls asleep during the middle of an episode and then when he wakes up and asks what he missed, always knows exactly what’s going on. I care about the Farrah who found an abandoned kitten in a rainstorm and took him home and took care of him until she could be rehomed despite the fact that she’s very allergic. I care about the Farrah that named that cat Aaron Purr. I care about that Farrah a whole lot more than I care about Annleigh’s sister.”

She didn’t have a response to that. Clark had only been actively in her life for about a year, since her dad got married, but in that time he had been paying attention. She had gone through the mortifying ordeal of being known by him and she didn’t even realize. But at the same time, even though those things were all true, they all seemed so far away. When was the last time she had danced? Finished a book? Gone horse riding at all? The person he described sounded like such a nice person, she wanted her back. When she realized that, she started to cry.

“Oh- oh, no, no, Farrah, please don’t cry-“ Clark started to panic, placing a hand on her back as she dropped her head into her hands as he continued to move around as if looking for something. “I didn’t mean it as a bad thing, I just think you’re an amazing young woman and if you keep getting into bad situations like you did tonight, I don’t know what’s going to happen-“

“Help me.” She managed to get out through her sobs, and he suddenly stilled.

“What?”

“Help me. Please.” Once she started, it seemed like she couldn’t stop, even though the plea had to be filtered through sobs and snot. “I know I’m in trouble, but I don’t know how to stop- I can’t stop. I know everyone hates me, even my friends, and I know that it’s gone too far, but I’m scared, Clark, I’m so scared-“

“Hey, hey, shhh…” His voice brought her to an immediate halt, bringing her back to earth. She looked up at him, and even with her smeared mascara, snotty nose, tear stained cheeks, and red, puffy eyes, he didn’t turn away. He didn’t recoil in disgust. He offered her some napkins from a fast food chain he must have found somewhere with an encouraging smile. “It’s going to be okay. I’ll talk to your parents with you about it. If you have to go to rehab, I’ll visit you there and write. A bunch of my friends have sisters about your age, I’ll introduce you to them and maybe you’ll really hit it off and find some better friends. It won’t be easy, but I promise you don’t have to do it alone. Just say when.”

She accepted his offering and transferred her makeup from her face to the little caricature of the Grecian from the Little Ceasers logo, thinking hard about it. Right now was not an option, even with the sun beginning to appear on the horizon, she didn’t want to wake anyone up. But she also knew if she waited too long, she would lose her nerve. She was already starting to waver as she pulled herself back together. Surely things weren’t that bad, right? She could handle it on her own. But Clark was still looking at her for an answer.

“The day after tomorrow.” She finally said, and he seemed a little confused about the random time, so she explained. “The cheer sleepover is tomorrow night. You’re picking Annleigh and I up in the morning. When you drop us off, my parents should be home.”

Understanding the timeline, he nodded. It would give him enough time to research how to be a support system for her, and it would give her enough time to figure out how to backtrack, and tell Clark she didn’t really mean it and she was actually fine. That decided, she sling her purse over her shoulder and opened the car door to get out.

“Farrah?” He asked as she put her foot on the sidewalk, and she turned a little to look at him.

“Hmm?”

The light in the interior turned on when she opened the door, so she could see him clearly for the first time all night. He looked tired, but still as charismatically cheerful as ever, the human equivalent of a golden retriever. 

“Chin up, buttercup.”

He gave her shoulder a playful punch and she couldn’t help but smile back before fully getting out of the car. As she walked up to her door, she thought that maybe it wouldn’t be too bad after all. Maybe he could help her find the girl he saw again, and she could be better. As she opened the door she looked back. He was still waiting and gave a small wave. She waved back before taking a deep breath and stepping inside, hearing his car start up again and drive off as the door closed behind her.

#we are the tigers #we are the tigers fanfiction #not a gifset #but still #look what i made #go easy on me please this is my first time posting fanfiction in like over a decade #but i sent it to a few people and they all seemed to like it and encouraged me to post it #so it has been posted

[bluboothalassophile]

Is possible for me to ask for a continuation of maybe..... All of the jayrae au's, ( if its not too much to ask, of course) maybe just devils deal or the harry potter au

Hello,

The AUs you’ve requested; all of them, are many and underway as I clean out my inbox. I do hope you enjoy them! =)

Gaining Help…

Jason evaded Kara as he escorted Raven outside of the Waynehousehold, having grabbed a few slices of bread and Rae grabbing sausage. Hislittle bird had an unusual affection for sausage at breakfast; he’d have ponderedit further but they had been quick to leave.

“What’s the last thing you remember?” he asked her as theywalked out into the snow.

“I had mission, Courtney told me tracking,” she said as shewalked. He grabbed her arm as they disapperated into Hogsmead, Raven took anoffered slice of bread as they continued through the streets of the smallvillage.

“Who were you tracking?”

“Voodoo witch doctor, Papa Midnite,” she answered. “He killfifty souls.”

“Damn, and what got you here?”

“I leave Kori and Roy someone blew stuff in face and I wakeup with five men chaining me down,” she answered.

“What?” he stopped.

“They are not living,” she stated. Raven was nothing if notlethal when she attacked someone, he had learned that the hard way whenChristian converters had snatched her and dubbed her Rachel. Raven hadn’t takento it too well, and the fall out was fifteen dead men and freed prisoners whileshe burned down the former Church of Blood.

“Did you recognize them?”

“One spoke French, looked like Blood,” she said.

“Alright, we’re going to figure this out love,” he promised.

She nodded. Jason was just relieved that she wasn’t deadyet, whatever had hit her chest was bad, he knew that. They walked up to the bridgeleading to Hogwarts, he sensed the sentry alerting, and saw Raven tensing for afight. Fight or flight; his partner, Constantine, admired Raven for her abilityof fight or flight; because she rarely choose flight. Jason touched the MACUSAAuror’s shoulder as they walked to calm her. They were greeted at the gate bythe Headmaster, Bartholomew Allen appeared there.

“Hello Professor,” he greeted.

“Jason Todd!” Barry smiled, he smiled a bit. Barry was contagiousfor his affections. “And who’s this?”

“This is MACUSA Auror Raven,” he said. “We need your help,”he said softly.

“This is a school, it’s best to go to the Ministry withproblems,” Barry stated.

“I need medicine,” Raven stated. Though her English was notfluent, and she wasn’t fond of speaking he saw her going through great lengthsto speak lately. He was impressed, but still he saw her unease at being broughtto a stranger for aid.

“And you can’t…” Barry started, Raven opened the shirtslightly to reveal the black and green on the previously white bandages nowmixed with the deep red of blood.

“St. Mungo’s, I fear is not accustomed to looking at otherpoisons, like your healer is,” he murmured as he pulled her shirt back together.

“This way,” Barry said. Jason nodded as they were invitedonto the grounds. “And what can you tell me of the poison?”

“It’s contained,” Jason stated.

“I cannot heal,” she muttered sourly. Jason saw the studentspeering curiously through the windows as they walked, he could see their aweand shock at Raven. Raven was a beautiful woman, but more than likely none ofthese children had seen the savages from across the sea. Jason looked back atRaven, she seemed aware of the people staring at her but she didn’t care, evenas they walked into the massive castle. He watched her eyes widen but then herfeatures were schooled in apathy as they walked through the halls.

“What do you mean you’re not healing, Miss…?” Barry started.

“Just Raven,” she replied as they climbed the stairs.

“Raven doesn’t have a surname.”

“I see.”

“I am… unique, my people I heal and well, I cannot seem toheal.”

“This healing ability of yours,” Barry started.

“No potions, no spells,” she replied.

“Natural, that is fascinating,” Barry said.

“Can you help her or not?” Jason demanded.

“I have a healer from the African provinces, she is the besthealer I’ve met, but St. Mungo would not take her,” Barry said. “Her name isRaquel Ervin.”

“Put that down!” came a voice from the healing ward. Jasoncaught the small of Rae’s back when she jumped at the voice she wasn’texpecting, he looked in to see a woman picking up a potion bottle from atoddler.

“So that is why St. Mungo’s would not hire her?”

“Yes,” Barry answered. “Madame Ervin, I have patients inneed of your aid.”

Raquel was holding the child in her arms, and Jason saw theresemblance between mother and child, Raquel’s eyes snapped over to him and thento Raven.

“And what is it?” she snapped.

“I need help,” Raven said undoing her coat, moving the scarfand pulling his shirt just to reveal the stained bandages. Raquel put thetoddler down on the cot as she walked forward.

“I will need a more thorough examination,” she stated. “Leavemen,” she waved her hand off but Raven grabbed Jason’s wrist.

“He stay,” Raven stated firmly.

Raquel’s eyes flicked between them before she shrugged.Barry was gone though as Raquel pulled out the dividers.

“Strip,” she ordered. Jason watched Raven remove theSlytherin scarf he had pulled on her before they left, she removed the heavyleather coat he’d handed her and then she pulled off the sweater, the shirt andstood there in the bandages. Raquel didn’t get a chance to react before Ravenpulled a small knife handed it to him and she pulled her braided hair aside.Carefully he cut the bandages off, as the rotten stench hit him, and Ravenhissed as he gingerly pulled them away.

Raquel reappeared after washing her hands and her eyeswidened as she walked forward. Jason stood behind Raven as she sat on the cot,and he saw the wound, black, black veins spreading out and green oozing fromit.

“I have not seen a wound like this in many, many years,” shemurmured. “How are you alive?”

“Raven’s very unique,” Jason said.

Raquel looked between him and then Raven and then the wound.“Let me see what I can do,” she offered.

#bluboothalassophile #fanfic #one shot #jason todd #raven #jayrae #redrae #raex #hogwarts au

[prophetandprincess]

Tin Man - The Lost Chapter

This is the first part of my multichapter Marvel fic. If you prefer to read on Ao3 here is the link.

Summary: Alexandra is a 22 year old college sophomore studying Biochemistry. Since she moved to the city from a small Midwest town 2 years before she has had a colorful dating history, but all of her exes have taught her skills to survive in the city. However, walking home one night, one of the exes, Markus, decides that Alex’s smart mouth needs to learn a lesson. She is saved by a mysterious stranger who doesn’t have a lot to say and has a metal arm. This act of kindness sets off a series of events that turn her life into something straight out of a movie.

Trigger Warnings: Attempted sexual assault, threatening language, blood, violence Author Note: Sometimes, you are reading through a previous work because you're attempting to get back into the story but have forgotten everything you have written. And sometimes, while you are reading through a work, the page numbers are off, which is VERY aggravating. So, you go where you published the story to see if something accidentally got deleted. You find that it wasn't, but that when you published the story literally years ago, you missed posting a whole ass chapter.So, here is the lost chapter, which takes place between Chapter 5-6. If I have completely lost my mind and this chapter IS somewhere in the story, sorry about the second posting. Things are a little crazy over here these days.

Alex pulled out her phone, mainly to have something to do because she was still shaken up. She had a missed call and a text message from Mr. Malone. She sighed and opened the text. They were putting in a new door when I came in. Left bags inside. Looks like it has been mauled by a bear. What happened? Alex thought about answering, but decided she didn’t have the energy to think up a convincing lie. She texted back a simple thank you and threw the phone back into her purse. “Why are there so many damaged buildings?” James asked as they headed for the subway station. “Left over damage from the Battle of New York. Most areas have been so worried about rebuilding the destroyed buildings that they haven’t taken care of the cosmetic stuff. Brooklyn really didn’t even get the worst of it, not compared to places like Hell’s Kitchen, but Brooklyn’s been slow to deal with the damage.” Alex explained. The Battle had happened the summer before Alex was supposed to move to the city. She had been trying to figure out what to tell her parents about deciding to go to New York University, which had offered her a full ride scholarship. They had all watched in horror as the city was blasted to pieces and a hole opened in the sky. Alex remembered looking for Stark Tower on the news, because if it still stood, then everything else would somehow be okay. If Tony Stark had kept his tower safe than the rest of New York couldn’t be the hell that it looked like. Her heart sank when she saw that the portal was coming from the Tower itself. That’s when she knew New York, the world, would never be the same. After that, she decided she wasn’t going to tell her parents that she was going to New York until a week before she was leaving for freshman orientation. They had been horrified, her mother breaking down into tears and her father spending all night out in the barn. They had called Jake to fly home and talk some sense into her. She had moved up her flight time and left before he ever touched down in the city. “The Battle of New York,” James said the words slowly. “You didn’t know it happened did you?” Alex said as they headed down the steps to the subway. “Are you are missing that part of your memory as well? Or is that when you were overseas?” “I don’t think I was awake for it.” Alex turned, thinking he was being funny, but James’s face was still and serious. Had he been in a coma? What the hell was this guy’s story? The subway train was a lot less crowded and they both got a seat, James hesitated before sitting down next to Alex. Alex made a point to look out the window during the whole trip, her arms burning and her legs shaking. She wrapped her arms around herself and tried to tell herself it was just the cold. She tried not to think about the number of times she had been attacked in the last forty-eight hours. She tried to retreat behind her walls of calm and collectedness. She failed. She felt James’s eyes fall on her multiple times, but he made no move to comfort her or speak. When they got off the subway, Alex stopped to buy herself a coffee from a street cart. She didn’t offer to buy James one, it didn’t even cross her mind. He didn’t say anything. Alex unlocked the door to the apartment building and trudged up the flight of stairs, only to be greeted by a new door and a sticky note saying that Jason, the maintenance man, had the new set of keys. Alex knew that she could pick the lock if she needed to, but she didn’t have the energy. “Stay here, I’ll be right back.” Alex sighed as she walked down to the basement, where Jason’s apartment was. She knocked loudly on the door, knowing that he probably had his Xbox headset on, and waited for him to get untangled to open the door. “Hey A.J.,” Jason said with a yawn as he opened the door. He was the normal maintenance man in a rundown apartment building, late twenties, single, not exactly known for his hygiene, but extremely pleasant. He was the landlord’s younger brother and while he was pretty good was a hammer and a wrench, Alex got the feeling that he was shoved down here almost to hide him from the rest of the world. “Hey Jason, what are we playing today?” It was forced cheerfulness, but Alex didn’t want another person to ask her what was wrong. She might start crying. “Oh, Destiny. I just got it and it is wicked,” Jason said with a smile. “You want to come in a watch?” “Sorry, I have a test to study for. They said you had my new keys?” “Right, right. That door was annihilated, girl. You need to be more careful with those guys.” Jason said as he reached into the bowl by the door and pulled out a set of keys. “If you ever need help, you can always come down and get me. Or call, you have my number.” “Thanks Jason,” Alex said with a sigh as she took the keys from him. She loved that everyone wanted to keep her safe, but if one more person showed concern she might scream. She was a twenty-two year old woman who could, under most circumstances, take care of herself. The references to her dating history was also starting to get old. They were assholes, that is why she broke up with them. Alex got back up to the fifth floor and everything hurt. She didn’t think she had ever been more tired. James was leaning against the door frame. He’s eyes questioned her, but Alex just unlocked the door and pushed it open. “Son of a bitch,” Alex said as she tripped over the shopping bags from earlier, completely forgetting that Mr. Malone said he had left them right inside the door. Alex felt tears start to well up in her eyes and became even more furious with herself. “Are you alright?” James asked, but Alex just kicked the bag out of the way, slammed her coffee cup down on the counter, and stomped into her bedroom. She slammed the door shut and dropped onto her bed. A few tears leaked out of her eyes, she brushed them away furiously. “Alex?” James voice called through the door. “Just give me a minute, Jesus.” Alex called back, angry that her voice shook. She buried her face in the pillow, and screamed. After she was out of breath, she let herself cry silently for a solid ten minutes. It wasn’t just the fight with James, it was just everything that had happened in the past two days. A lot of it was James’s fault, but if hadn’t been around, she knew she would be dead. Alex finally rolled onto her back and took a few deep breaths. Alex hated crying, she found it completely unhelpful because that time could be used to work toward a solution. However, sometimes you just needed a good cry. It was also supposed to help clear your skin or something else too. But you can’t cry forever. Alex sat up and used a tissue to blow her nose. She then stripped out of her clothes and pulled on a pair of oversized sweatpants and a hoodie. Alex braided her hair and used makeup remover to scrub her wrecked makeup off her face. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before emerging from her room. James jumped off the couch when she entered the living room, worry and guilt written all over his face. Alex took a good deal satisfaction in that look. James didn’t try to say anything, but his blue eyes searched for some sort of answer. She didn’t have one. “I…I cleaned up the coffee. It splattered everywhere,” James explained. “Well at least you’re good for something,” Alex mumbled as she walked into the kitchen. She knew she was being unreasonable, but she didn’t care. She had to channel her emotions somewhere and James was standing right there. “I’m going to make some hot cider, do you want any?” Alex asked as she poured water into the kettle and put it over the flames. “Do you have tea?” James asked. Alex snorted. “Orange or Chamomile?” She asked as she grabbed two mugs from the cabinet. “You don’t just have regular tea?” James asked. Alex just stopped and glared at him for a few seconds. “Orange will be fine,” James said as he took a seat at the table. Alex got out the milk and sugar for James as she waited for the water to heat up. She also pulled a bottle of aspirin out of a drawer and took two, dry. All of her aches and pains were starting to get to her. Finally the kettle started to whistle and she made the drinks. Both were silent as she put the mugs on the table and James fixed his tea the way he wanted it. As Alex waited for him to start she started to become more and more unsure if this was a story she wanted to hear. If she could emotionally handle it right now. However, the longer they sat there sipping their drinks the more restless she became. She really did have a test that she had to study for. Alex knew that her priorities were out of order, but it was the only way to keep herself sane. Plus, she needed to keep that scholarship. “I am not going to tell you specifics,” James finally said setting his tea mug down. “Not because I don’t want to, but because I don’t want to put you in more danger.” James folded his hands, the metal flashing in the afternoon light. Alex wanted to protest, but a bit of the truth would be better than no truth at all. She folded her feet underneath herself and wrapped her fingers around her coffee mug. The picture of friendly interest. James picked at a scar on his hand, collecting his thoughts. “I was a solider of the U.S. military, part of a specialized group of fighters.” “Like Black ops?” Alex asked. She knew she shouldn’t interrupt, but just listening had never been her strong suit. “Yeah, I guess. Anyway, we worked on a number of high risk and dangerous missions. On one of these missions I got injured and separated from my team. They thought I was dead, I should be dead, but I survived.” James stopped here. “Is that how you got the metal arm? This accident?” Alex asked. “The bones were basically turned to powder. Considering the fall, my entire body should have looked like that, but I survived.” James flexed the fingers on his metal hand. “Maybe it would have been better if it had turned out the other way.” They both sat for a few seconds thinking about this statement. Alex’s knee-jerk reaction was to comfort James, but she was worried that if she interrupted the story she would never hear all of it. She had also out of emotional energy for the day. “Anyway, I was found, treated, and brought back to good health. My memories, everything, were erased gone. The only thing I knew was what the people who saved me told me. So I worked for them and were until recently when my memories started coming back.” “That’s why you came to New York,” Alex said connecting the dots. James nodded. “I got here and nothing looked familiar. My memory would come and go and I got disorientated. That’s why I was walking around that night I saw you forced into the alley.” James said finishing the story. “I have a question,” Alex said as she finished her cider. “I’m pretty sure you have more than one,” James said with a small smile. “True, but that will take hours,” Alex said with an answering smile. “How did you get back to the states? You said you got injured in the war, that’s a long way from home.” “I was on a mission in the states when my memories started to come back,” James explained. Alex nodded as she digested this information. This wasn’t really anything that Alex hadn’t figured out on her own, but the news about him working for someone other than the military was interesting. Not only that, but it sounded like it was also some sort of mercenary organization. Then a thought popped into her head that chilled her. “The people, who saved you…” Alex picked her next words carefully. “They are not exactly friendly are they?” Not as laid back as she wanted it to sound, but the general meaning was there. “That’s one way of putting it,” James said with a ghost of as laugh before turning serious. “They have a view of the world and how it should be. They don’t like opinions that aren’t in line with theirs and will destroy anyone in their way.” “Terrorists?” Alex’s voice was a lot shakier that she planned it to be. Terrorists and terrorism were buzz words that had almost always been a part of Alex’s life. The life of any kid that grew up in American since 2001. However, talking to someone who might have worked for a terrorist organization terrified her. And here she thought she did have any more terror to expend. “I don’t know if they would classify themselves that way. Hey,” James reached across the table to take her hand, but she flinched despite herself. James pulled his hand back and cleared his throat. “There’s nothing for you to worry about. I’m not going to let anything happen to you.” James said seriously. “Even if it’s you?” Alex asked without looking up at him. “Especially if it’s me,” James said without hesitation. Alex looked up and he met her gaze without flinching. Alex was suddenly filled with such a surge of emotion that she felt the self-control she had been holding onto crumble. She wasn’t sure if it was James’s determination to protect her or the stress of the last couple days, but Alex started to cry. It was just a few tears at first, traitors that escaped from her eyes without thinking. Then they turned into sobs that made her whole body shake. She knocked her mug over as she put her hand to her mouth to try and stifle the sound. Alex closed her eyes and tried to hold onto her runaway emotions. Arms came around her and she leaned against James’s chest. Alex turned her head and sobbed into his shoulder as he held her close. At one point Alex was crying so hard that she felt as if James’s arms were the only thing that was keeping her in one piece. James put his head against hers as she cried, speaking to her softly, though the words were lost in her sobs. Slowly the sobs subsided and Alex got herself under control. She was still almost hyperventilating and nauseous, but the tears finally stopped. She was drained. The warmth and comfort in James’s arm made it so that she didn’t try to move. She just leaned there until hiccups set in. “Well, that was embarrassing,” Alex said shakily as she leaned back. Another hiccup made her jump as she wiped her eyes with her sleeve. “Do you need anything?” James asked as he continued to rub her arm. “Probably a tissue,” Alex said with a sniff. “And I wouldn’t be against a glass of water.” James got up from his kneeling position on the floor and got her the water and a napkin. Alex blew her nose not caring that it sounded like an elephant trumpeting. “Deep breaths,” James said as he resumed his position kneeling next to her chair. He reached up and pushed damp hair out of her face while she concentrated on slowing down her breathing. She took small sips of the water and finally got the hiccups taken care of. “I’m better now,” Alex said both to herself and James. Her head throbbed from how hard she cried and her throat is raw. She went to reach for her mug and realized what was left of her cider was now all over the table and the floor. “I’ll make you some tea,” James said as he got up. He got out a clean mug and filled it was water. It wasn’t lost on Alex that he grabbed the bag of Chamomile and dropped it into the mug. Alex blew her nose again as he brought the mug over. “Drink it slowly,” James advised as he placed the mug in her hand. He then grabbed some paper towels and cleaned up the remnants of her cider. “You don’t need to do that,” Alex said as she sipped the tea. It felt fantastic on her throat and she closed her eyes to enjoy the sensation. James didn’t say anything as he finished cleaning up the spilled cider as well as the two dirty mugs. “What time is it?” Alex asked as James finished playing maid. “Just after three,” he said, wiping his hands on a towel. “Shit, I still have to study.” Alex leaned her head back and sighed at the ceiling. “Chemistry isn’t going to learn itself.” It didn’t matter that it felt as if someone had smacked her in the face with said Chemistry book. She was exhausted and felt as if her body was jelly. “Maybe some rest would be best,” James said as he took the mug from Alex’s hand, worried she was going to drop it. “I have to study,” Alex protested weakly. “The test is tomorrow.” “Are you really going to remember anything that you read in this condition? An hour nap isn’t going to kill you.” James said evenly. The pounding headache was more convincing that James was, but his argument was compelling. “Will you wake me?” She asked. She picked up the mug of tea and took another sip. “I can do that,” James said with a small smile. Alex got to her feet and, while her headache got worse, she could stand. She grabbed a water bottle from the fridge before trudging to her bedroom. James walked with her and stood in the doorway as she crawled into bed. “One hours,” Alex said around a yawn. “See you in two hours,” James said. “That’s not-” but he closed the door before she could finish. Alex smiled a little and shook her head. It wasn’t long until she fell into dreamless sleep. Something was brushing against Alex’s cheek and forehead. She turned and rubbed her face against the pillow and snuggled deeper under the blankets. However, whatever was rubbing against his forehead didn’t go away. Alex flicked her hand up to flick the annoying piece of hair out of her face. “God damn it,” Alex grumbled as her hand smacked against metal. “It’s your own fault for not waking up when I called you from the door,” James said with a laugh. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking like he belonged there. Alex rolled onto her back and rubbed her knuckles. “I didn’t hear you,” Alex groaned as she sat up. She felt as if she had been asleep for years, but also that she just closed her eyes. Either way, she did not feel rested. “You were pretty much dead,” James agreed. He reached out and took her hand. After examining her knuckles in an exaggerated fashion, he brought the hand up to his lips. He kissed each one softly in turn. Alex stopped breathing. He might have scared her earlier, she hadn’t forgotten that, but she also hadn’t forgotten all the times he had protected her either. James stopped, his eyes looking up to stare into hers. That’s when her heart stopped. The slight smirk, the feel of his lips just barely on her skin, it woke her up pretty quickly. “You were brushing the hair out of my face,” Alex said softly as the pieces started to fall into place. “I guess I should have used my soft hand. You really can’t help hurting yourself,” James reached out with his other hand and pushed her hair away again. His fingers lingered against her skin, tucking it behind her ear. He was careful of her piercings. Without realizing it Alex had leaned toward him so they were mere inches apart. James slowly lowered her hand and inched forward a little. His lower lip trembled. “You…you have studying to do,” James said as he got up and cleared his throat. His departure was so abrupt that all Alex could do was blink after him as he left the room. Suddenly the room seemed very cold. “What are you doing to yourself, Alexandra?” She said, flopping back on the bed. Restless energy made it impossible for her to go back to sleep. With a growl, she threw off the covers and prowled around her room. She grabbed a brush and yanked it through her hair in such force that it brought tears to her eyes. The act soothed her though, and helped her compose herself. “So what have you been doing for the past two,” Alex looked at the clock, “and a half hours. What, don’t you know how to tell time, Tin Man?” “Someone didn’t wake up when I first called her,” James said from the kitchen. “And I’ve been reading.” “Anything good,” Alex asked, as she moved into the kitchen. “Anthem,” James waved to the book on the kitchen table. He hadn’t turned to look at her since she came out of the bedroom. “Ayn Rand is pretty heavy stuff. Not exactly light reading. I got it for a class,” Alex went back into the living room and grabbed her Chemistry book. She didn’t know what to do now. The chances of her focusing on Chemistry after what just happened in the bedroom was next to none. “If you’re hungry, I made something,” James called from the kitchen. “Like food?” Alex asked as she brought her book with her back into the other room. “No, a bomb.” James said as he put a bowl of steaming soup on the table. There was also a glass of Coke and crackers at her place. “You made soup,” Alex almost started crying again. “The directions are on the can, wasn’t that hard.” James said with a smile. “Now if you had a whole chicken and vegetables, I would have shown you what soup was.” “You cook?” Alex asked as she folded herself into the chair. “You’re just full of surprises.” “This, this isn’t cooking,” James flung the ladle about as he spoke. “Roasted chicken, fried potatoes, carrots, fresh bread and butter. That is cooking and that’s a meal.” Alex felt her mouth water at him describing it. “You could cook all that?” Alex asked and James gave her a look. “Don’t look at me like that. Not many men can cook all that. Though with your strong mothering instinct I guess I shouldn’t be surprised.” “When you grow up in a rough spot in Brooklyn with a best friend that decides that he wants to get into back alley fights you develop some mothering instincts.” James countered as he sat across from Alex with his own bowl of soup. “Not a lot of back alley fights back home. Not a lot of alleys period,” Alex said with a small smile. “Though I did get in my fair share of recess brawls. People stopped bothering me after about fifth grade.” “You got a reputation by then?” James asked with a laugh. “Nope, started developing boobs. Suddenly boys didn’t want to fight me and girls had evolved to talking behind my back.” Alex said as she took a sip of her soup. It wasn’t just canned soup, he had spiced it. “I hit a growth spurt about the same time. Girls started noticing me and guys decided they would find other prey. Unfortunately, it was usually Steve.” “Your best friend?” Alex guessed. James nodded. “Me and Jake were inseparable, even as kids. I hung around with mostly his friends, who were mostly male and mostly older. They kept me safe from everyone else. I had two friends I kept most of the way through school. Haven’t talked to them since I left home, though…” Alex hadn’t thought about Georgia and Diana in months. “I get the feeling that you burned a lot of bridges when you came to the city.” “Not burned…more like put up detour signs. Most of the people in my town never left, they lived there all their life. I didn’t want that to be me and suddenly that made me uppity. My father didn’t think his baby girl could handle herself in the big city and my mom just didn’t want an empty nest. I still talk to my parents, but we aren’t as close as we use to be.” Alex shrugged. She tried to act as if it didn’t bother her, and on most days it didn’t, but with everything that had been happening she was a bit homesick. She wanted to talk to her mom. Grace Harper always knew what to do. Then again, she would probably start crying again. “You shouldn’t stay away from home too long. You never know when you might not be able to go back.” James grabbed a cracker and dunked it into his soup. “I’ll head home over break, but until then I have chemistry to study.” Alex was done with the subject of her family. “I always was interested in science, but didn’t really get a chance to explore it. I was into technology, though. I was always reading about the latest Stark invention as a kid.” James said as Alex flipped open her book. “Which Stark?” Alex asked. Howard Stark had died when she was a toddler and Tony took over the company. She had the feeling that James was a few years older than her, so he might remember Howard. “What?” James looked confused by the question. “Howard or Tony?” James still looked confused so Alex dropped it. “I was never really into explosions or fire that was the staple of Stark Industries for so long. The new Arc Reactor was pretty amazing, but I’m more interested in biology based science.” “Is that why you were so interested in my arm?” James asked. “I was interested in your arm because that is some seriously wicked metal work not to mention the mechanics that went into it. I’m more into what goes on in the brain.” Alex explained. She had decided that she was going to major in Biochemistry in high school, but part of her was starting to wonder if Neurobiology was the way to go. Alex decided to get through the chemistry test first before she rethought her whole life plan. “You can finish your food before hitting the books.” James said as he got up and refilled her soup bowl. “It’s called multitasking,” Alex countered as she bit into a cracker. “Well, then I’ll take a page out of your book,” James said as he grabbed the novel and resumed his seat across from her. They sat there eating and pretending to read, but their eyes would stray to the other when they weren’t looking. Instead of seeing the words on the page or the definitions, she kept thinking about his blue eyes. The feeling of his hands against her skin, both of his hands. There was still the lingering pull to reach across the table and grab him. His brow was furrowed and his lips moved ever so slightly as he read. Lips she wanted to sink her teeth into. “I…I need a change of scenery.” Alex said when she couldn’t take it anymore. “Was I bothering you?” James asked as he pushed a piece of hair out of his face. “I’m just not feeling the vibe in here.” Alex lied as she gathered up her materials. “I’ll be in my room if you need me.” After Alex closed the door she leaned against it and sighed. Alex had been in her fair share of relationships and causal hook-ups, but this was the first time she couldn’t control her emotions. It was frightening and exhilarating, but not when you had a test at nine the next morning. Not with a man that might have been part of a terrorist cell or something else equally shady until a few days ago. Alex grabbed her IPod and put in her earbuds. She turned on her study playlist, which consisted of mostly dubstep and house music. As the bass slowly replaced the thoughts of James, Alex started to make notecards to help her study. Four hours and almost a hundred notecards later Alex was feeling a lot more confident about the test. She was also pretty sure her eyes were going to start bleeding. Hitting the pause button on her IPod she got up and stretched. It was definitely time for a snack. “How’s the book coming?” Alex asked as she passed James on the couch. “I’ve read it before, but it is a lot more interesting now.” James said as he marked his placed before closing the cover. Alex pulled a bag of popcorn of the cupboard and stuck it in the microwave. Alex had brought her notecards out with her and flipped through them as she waited for the popcorn to pop. “Not much of a study break if you don’t stop studying,” James said as he padded into the kitchen. He had pulled his hair out of the ponytail it had been in all day, which gave it a slight wave. Alex was pretty sure there were male models that didn’t look as good as he did. Alex jumped when the microwave dinged and dropped the cards that she had in her hands. Swearing under her breath, she turned and popped the microwave door open. She turned to start picking up the cards to see James already kneeling down to collect them. “You don’t need to do that,” Alex said quickly getting down to get the few remaining that James hadn’t picked up. “You need to start letting people do things for you,” James said with a small laugh. Once again the two of them were nose to nose and once again Alex felt a charge between them. Part of her wanted to just reach over and kiss him, the other part knew that he was lost and confused. It wouldn’t be fair for her to complicate things further. If he decided to kiss her, however, all bets were off. “Your popcorn is going to get cold,” James said. It was the same type of dismissal that he had used before, but this time he didn’t move to put distance between them. “I’m not worried,” Alex’s voice was soft. James’s eyes darted to her lips and then back to her eyes. They were questioning, but they were also confused. As much as it killed her, Alex knew that she didn’t want to push him into anything that he would regret. She got to her feet and grabbed the popcorn bag. “Do you want any of this before I go back into my study hole?” She ripped the bag open a bit more furiously than needed. With all this pent up frustration she might need to pull out her little friend with the batteries before she went insane. Then she remembered she hadn’t gotten batteries when they were out. “I’ll take a handful.” James got to his feet and reached into the bag. Alex looked anywhere but him. She didn’t just trust herself not to jump him if they shared another one of those looks. She was only human after all. “You’re good to go,” James said. “Feel free to grab something if you get hungry,” Alex said as she almost ran back to her bedroom. She closed the door and was starting to wonder when she became a hormone monster that in which she had to cage herself. You’d think with her current run in with men she would want nothing to do with them. She put her headphones back in, propped the popcorn against her leg, and turned her thoughts back to studying. It wasn’t that long before she heard a knock on the door. She pulled out her headphones and looked up at James. “I’ve been thinking,” he said from the doorway. “Though I smelled something burning,” Alex said as she flipped over a notecard and looked up. “What’s on your mind?” “I’m going to be leaving tomorrow.” It took a few moments before the words made their way into her brain around all the Chemistry facts. “What, why?’ She asked, putting all her study materials down. “I can’t just stay here until I figure out what to do with myself. That isn’t fair to you,” James explained, but he wouldn’t look her in the eyes. “This isn’t about this afternoon is it?” “No,” James raked his hand through his hair. “Okay, yes it is. But it isn’t just that. It’s not safe for me to be here. I can’t stay any place too long or the people looking for me would find me.” James paced into the room to remove nervous energy. “The people you use to work for?” Alex’s brain was furiously trying to think of a way to make him stay. “Them, and other people…” James continued to pace. “Either way it’s time for me to move on.” “I just don’t understand why now? Did I do something?” Alex was trying to understand. “What? No! That’s not it.” James blew out and stopped moving. “Alexandra…I just…you make me feel things that I haven’t in a while. That scares me because I can’t control it and that makes me unstable. This afternoon was proof of that. I don’t want to do that to you and I can’t do that to myself.” James stopped and looked out her bedroom window. Alex felt as if her heart was about to pound out of her chest, every one of his words both made her happy and terribly scared. “So you are doing this to protect yourself.” Alex couldn’t blame him, but that didn’t mean that she had to like it. It almost scared her how comfortable she had become with him around in just a few days. “It isn’t that I don’t want to stay with you. Actually, it is the exact opposite,” James said slowly, “but the people I worked for are going to come for me. When they do, I don’t want you in the crossfire. I am trying to keep you safe, to keep us both safe.” “But I feel safer when you are here,” Alex didn’t want to whine, but that is exactly what she was doing. James’s blue eyes were sad, but he shook his head. “Sometimes, and sometimes you have to wonder if I’m going to turn on you. Alex,” he said when she opened his mouth to protest, “I can see it. I don’t blame you. If anything, you aren’t nearly as scared of me as you should be. This is not how you should live.” “There’s nothing I can say that will change your mind, is there?” Alex knew by the tone of his voice that he made up his mind. “The fact that you want to makes me worry about your mental state,” James said, giving her a small smirk. She sat there for a few moments, letting it all sink in. Alex felt panic rising in her, but she squelched it. She had no right to keep him here. “Just…just do me a favor. Wait until I get out of class before you leave?” Alex asked clearing her throat. “I have my exam in the morning and then we can get lunch before you head out.” “I can do that. We’ll have lunch together and then I’ll disappear as easily as I appeared.” James said and his voice held a conviction that Alex knew she couldn’t shake. Alex felt her heart constrict, but nodded her head. He was right, it was better that they parted ways before anyone got hurt or got attached. But Alex knew it was already too late for that.

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[hidden-in-the-cloud]

Finding Fire Chapter 7

It was an early Friday morning the sun was barely reaching above the mountains as I was making breakfast I hear Cheryl blowdrying her hair in the bathroom. I put our plates of eggs on the table as I still hear the blowdryer going, "Cheryl we're going to be late." I hear the blowdryer turn off and if I didn't know any better I hear Cheryl huff. I sit down to scarf down my eggs and toast, She comes out a minute later with her hair in a bun. "Wow babe I love the bun." Cheryl huffs and sits down, "you wouldn't let me dry the rest of my hair," she pouts eating her eggs. We eat in silence until it no longer was. The door bursts open harshly as Sweetpea and Fangs enter with their eyes wild, "leave any for us Tiny?" Fangs greets happily as Sweetpea mumbles, "got us up this early after all," I roll my eyes and stand up heading to the kitchen, "Four eggs coming right up." The boys sit on either side of Cheryl as she's still pouting about her hair playing with her eggs while slowly eating them. "What's up Red?" Sweetpea asks as Fangs jumps in, "Why you pouting?" Cheryl mumbles into her eggs. I roll my eyes, "babe you're rocking the bun." Fangs lights up, "Hey can I braid your hair?" Cheryl looks up surprised, "you can braid?" Fangs smiles while taking out Cheryl's hair, "who do you think taught Toni?" I smile knowing Cheryl will be happy know she doesn't have to do a bun.

We get onto the motorcycles. "So you guys will follow us out of the park onto the street making sure no ones following us and we'll head the rest of the way," I say into the helmet loud enough for them to hear me. Cheryl wraps her arms around me, "Thank you baby," I smile and start heading out darting my eyes around making sure no cars are pulling out as I pass. I hear the boys pan out making sure they dont follow me to the hidden trail. "Hang on baby it's going to get bumpy." She tightens her grasp as we start on the dirt trail.

We get off the bikes as Cheryl fixes her braid a bit from the helmet nervously. I grab her hands, "you'll be great baby, can you go in the building yourself? I'm going to keep eye out here." She pouts a bit but nods her head. I kiss her red lips and kidnap her bottom lip sucking on it a bit. I bring my head back and peck her one more time, "You'll do great baby girl Dr. Green seemed so sweet on the phone and I'll be right outside on look out." She nods and heads in.

Keeping watch is a bit boring but I manage. Sweetpea called me earlier to say from what him and Fangs could see no one has followed us. I yawn and look around for a nearby coffee shop. I see there's a small one in the corner at the end of the parking lot. I made some good tips this week, what happens when you actually finish a shift something I haven't done for awhile due to Cheryl. Not that I'm complaining my baby always comes first. I come in and see a pretty girl cleaning the coffee machine, she hears the bell and looks up and smiles at me. "What can I get started for you gorgeous?" Gorgeous? I'm not used to being treated with kindness back home. Southside is pretty rough and Northside take one look at the jacket and either run or bring out their pitchforks. "Two vanilla lattes please?" She smiles and hums in response of my order. "Can I get a name please?" Either it's me or she's batting her eyelashes a bit much. "Toni with an I at the end," she giggles. Okay she's flirting no big deal. "Is there a phone number to that name?" Before I go to politely turn her down I hear a dark voice, "1-800 get a new pick up line hag." I turn and see Cheryl standing in the door way burning holes so hard into the girl she could have died if Cheryl had lazer vision. I turn and see the girl shaking a bit as she mumbles, "coming right up," I try to smile at her but Cheryl made sure she didn't meet my eye by Cheryl's introduction in. I didn't even hear the bell. She comes over and wraps her arms around my waist kind of tight she could have knocked the air out of me. I remember knowing her jealousy with Josie was pretty intense as I kind of squirm out of Cheryl's grasp trying to breathe, I think Cheryl noticed as she loosened up and gave me guilty eyes. I turn over to smile at her, "Hi baby how was it?" Not wanting to say therapist in front of a stranger knowing Cheryl needed privacy. She mumbled looking at the ground that it was fine. The lady sets down out drinks I go to pay but she shakes her head in fear looking at Cheryl saying it was on the house. Cheryl hums in triumph as she grabs her drink and stalks away. I leave a five dollar tip in the jar as the girl sweetly smiles at me. Cheryl silently sips on her drink sitting on the curb. "There's tables in the shop you know," as I sit next to my jealous girlfriend. She shakes her head. So we silently drink our coffee on the sidewalk watching the cars go by. After awhile I speak up, "no one followed us here." Cheryl doesn't respond until a few minutes later, "I'm tired of telling my story over and over again. When will it end?" I stare out into the road with her, "until you know it's a part of who you are and we get past this." We both drink our coffee in sync.

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I'm reading a book on the couch while Toni is at work for the night when I hear a knock at the door. I freeze remembering seeing two awful visitors days before, who could it be Hal? I stand up and look through the peep hole. This door didn't always have a peep hole

"FANGS FOGARTY YOU DID NOT PUT A HOLE IN MY DOOR" Toni screams as Fangs stands up with a fist full of door that was aiming at Sweetpea. Knowing the rath of Antionette Topaz he gets up fast backing up leaving a trail of door crumbling behind, "I can patch it up I swear!" Later to tell as he was patching it up he missed a spot.

All I see is a blonde ponytail as I quickly open the door. "Cousin Betty what a surprise." Betty looks around nervously, "your guard dog isn't here is she?" I scowl a bit closing the door closer knowing she was talking about Toni, "Well if that's how this is going to go I'm closing the door." Betty scolds back, "You call my boyfriend a Hobo every day." I keep scowling as Betty sighs, "okay look I'm sorry can I come in?" I lead her in and lock the door behind me. "So how are you?" I sigh sadly and look at the ground, "We don't have to do this." Betty nods, "truth is I still think my father is the black hood. You said he spoke to you that night and I need you to listen to his voice matching the description." I freeze in fear remembering that night as I shake my head seconds later, "talking to you should come with a trigger warning." We stare at each other for a moment, "Cheryl please I need to know." I shake my head, "Toni isnt here we need to do this when Toni is here." Betty shakes her head, "There's no time please Cheryl he can't hurt you." I start to back into my room scared, "no but you want to" I quickly run into my room and lock the door with Betty knocking seconds later. I grab my headphones and plug them in curling on the bed with Toni's pillow as I ever so faintly here Betty shout in the background.

After awhile I open my eyes as I hear screaming outside the door, Toni. I must have fell asleep in here my playlist is over and Toni wasn't due till later tonight. Before I can run out to her the knob turns and Toni bursts in engulfing me in a hug I quickly nuzzle into her chest. "Hi baby girl," I feel her kiss the top of my head as I see a sulking Betty walk in the room with Jughead also sulking. Toni pulls me back, "baby I know this is hard but we'd really like you to listen to the vo-" I shake my head at her, "I told Betty I would but you had to be here first." Toni glares up at Betty as this was news to her and Betty just sighs. She pulls out her phone and goes to her voicemail. Toni grips me tighter as Betty presses play, "Hey Betty it's your dad, listen I'm coming home today and me and your mom would really like you to come home for dinner so we can eat together as a family. Love you sweetie." I turn and start to sob into Toni's chest as I squeal out, "that's him that's the voice who took me away." Jughead sighs and Betty shakes her head in disbelief and sorrow. Toni grips me hard whispering into my ear. I see Betty curl into Jughead, "oh Juggy"

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At that moment me and Jughead share a knowing look. We know what we have to do. Usually Sweetpea wouldn't be down for serpent business if it didn't really involve serpent business but I know for Cheryl he'd do anything as he's come very fond of the red head for the past month.

Me and Jughead step outside for a brief moment. "I want to go Jug but Cheryl can't go and there's no way she'll let me leave her." "Can we sedate her?" He jokes but stops when I throw a glare his way. "Seriously Toni stay we can handle this we'll let you know how it goes."

That night with an angry Sweetpea in tow he breaks the glass of the Cooper home as the serpeants wrestle Hal to the ground throwing a bag over his head. They drag him to a warehouse and tie him to a chair.

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME YOU SNAKES WILL PAY FOR THIS. JASON WASN'T ENOUGH FOR YOU." Hal screams. At the mention of Jason Sweetpea throws a punch to his face as he growls, "We could say the same thing dragging an innocent girl away from her home." At that Hal laughs, "she was sinful needed to be clean." This time Jughead takes a hit on the other side of his head, "He who has never sinned throw the first stone, isn't that what Jesus said? I believe you've been stepping out of line yourself with a certain woman yourself." Hal stays quiet. Sweetpea loses it, "whatever let's just dispose of the black hood already." Hal perks up in fear and disbelief. "Black hood?! You guys think I'm the blackhood? You got it all wrong." Fangs steps out of the shadows with his pig head mask still on for intimidation purposes rather than identity. "If not you then who?" Hal shakes his head quickly, "I just wanted alone time with Penelope she said we couldn't have that with Cheryl lurking in every corner." Jughead wouldn't believe him if it wasn't for the fact that the Blackhood kills his victims and as they've mentioned before Cheryl didn't die.

That night Jughead goes back to Toni's trailer giving them the news. Cheryl falls to the ground sobbing to the fact she was right all along, her mother wanted her gone. With Jason and Nana Rose gone she knew she was an orphan.

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That night as Toni and Cheryl lie in bed in their usual poses Toni speaks, "I'm so sorry Cheryl we will find out who the real Black Hood Is and I'm sorry your mother tried to write you off." Cheryl sniffs in response playing with Toni's abs, "It's better to be an orphan rather than being mowed down by your family I guess. My father with Jason. My mother with me." Toni kisses her head and hugs Cheryl tighter, that night neither got no sleep.

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[artificialqueens]

Be a Burrito with Me (Pearlet) - Leatwerpenn

A/N - Someone posted a tucking in prompt for a different ship. But, I’m writing this for Pearlet because we need more Pearlet. Always. Also, we can’t ignore how cute they both looked on Saturday night. This is VERY fluffy. TW for drug use and mention. This is also a ONESHOT.

Be A Burrito With Me Jason sipped on his drink while he watched Pearl DJ from across the room. Pearl looked beautiful tonight. She was wearing one of Jason’s favourite wigs, it was braided with the cutest fringe framing her beautiful face. Her make-up was so pretty, with glitter dusting her lids and stones underneath her eyes, bringing out the blue in them. She wore faux fur and was channelling some serious hippy vibes as she swayed to the music. He adored her sense of style lately. He thought she looked like a unicorn princess sent from the future to fuck him over.  Damn bitch. Jason look another sip of his drink, tipping down his pink-lensed glasses as he did so - just so he could get a better view of her. She spun around in the DJ booth, kissing her friends Scarlet and Patti as she sipped on her own drink. Oblivious to Jason staring and how magical she looked tonight. Jason felt the back of his neck heat up as he watched her take selfie’s with her friends. He knew it was nothing. He knew she wasn’t fucking them. It didn’t mean he wasn’t jealous though. Jason finished his drink, beckoning the bar tender over and ordering another one.  I’m going to regret this tomorrow. Violet and Pearl had a one night stand the last time they encountered each other in San Francisco. They hadn’t meant for it to happen. But Violet had got tipsy and Pearl had taken more illegal substances than Violet bared to think about. One thing lead to another, and the next thing she knew Pearl was ramming into her harder than anybody had for a really, really long time. It was the best one night stand I have had in…ever – Jason mused. Ever since, Violet had been leaving cute comments on Pearl’s Instagram photos. She always used to leave comments, but then, she didn’t. Seeing Pearl again in San Fran had ignited that fire that burnt deep inside Violet’s stomach. Jason however, could feel the fire burning in his dick right now. And it was becoming a problem. Jason didn’t know if Pearl, or, Matt was interested in him out of drag. Jason knew he was attracted to Pearl and Matt. Matt however, always seemed to be more attracted to older guys. And Jason was not an older guy. Wishful thinking.  Jason sipped more of his drink. Watching her from across the bar. He noticed, she too as drinking a lot. Her friends kept handing her drinks and she took them happily. Her set was really amazing tonight, the crowd were dancing and the club was extremely busy. Jason started to feel a little silly sitting at the bar in such a busy club. He stood up and moved over to the dance floor. He didn’t take a drink, he felt fairly intoxicated and he knew when to stop. I’ve drowned my sorrow’s enough for one night – he thought. He moved his hips in time to the beat of the music. Moving his hands into his long ebony waves. He thought he looked cute tonight. He was feeling his pink and rose-gold glasses lately, and a white t-shirt and pants never went out of style. He wore his hair down, in soft curls framing his slim face. He must have looked good because he noticed some guy starting to grind against his backside. He could feel their junk pushing into his back. He grabbed back of the man’s neck and continued to dance, not caring who it was, getting lost in the music. The music died down so Jason stopped, turning around to notice the guy he had been dancing with. He was an older guy, slightly chubby, with a long beard. So not my type. Jason turned to leave his new friend when he noticed Pearl leaving the DJ booth. She then came into the dance floor, taking the hand of some random guy. Jason’s stomach knotted. He turned back to his guy and grabbed his face. Kissing him furiously as thought he would disappear. He could feel the guy’s beard rubbing against his face. It felt awkward and uncomfortable. Jason pulled away to see the guy looking more than pleased with himself. Jason rolled his eyes and turning around to start to grind against him to the rhythm of the music once more. He closed his eyes and got lost in the clubs beats. Swaying his hips from side to side, he tried to forget about the unicorn goodness he was sure was still in the club. Jason turned around to face the guy once more when he noticed Pearl, and the random guy he saw her with minutes before, tucked into a back corner of the club. The guy was handing Pearl something that Jason knew was not a blunt. “Stupid.” Jason said out-loud. His new friend then pulled back with a frown. “Not you just, urgh.” Jason kissed the stranger once more. Jason moved his hands over the stranger’s body. The man moaned at the contact.  Well, at least he is having fun. Jason pulled away once more to see nothing. He could no longer see Pearl. He moved his head from side to side to try and pin point where she had gone. He had no such luck. Shit. Jason went to leave when the stranger grabbed his arm. Jason yelped in pain as the man tried to pull him back.  “Owe get off me.” He exclaimed, and out of nowhere. Pearl stood next to him with her arms crossed over her chest.  “Hey, the man told you to get off of him. Asshole.” Pearl looked annoyed. “I’m not exactly going to let Violet Chachki run off without getting her number, am I? Pearly?” The stranger explained. “Argh get over yourself, we made out. Bye.” Jason stated before he grabbed Pearl’s hand and started to manoeuvre them towards the exit of the club. Jason didn’t say anything as he dragged Pearl towards the exit, then, for the second time that night he felt a slight pull at his arm. He whipped his head around to see Pearl biting her lip. “At least let me get you a drink Pumpkin.” She exclaimed. Jason felt his heart explode into a million pieces hearing her nickname for him. “C’mon then.” Jason said, pulling Pearl by her waist over to the bar.  Jason leaned over the bar and grabbed the bartender’s attention. He got served straight away and he knew it was because he was with the VIP of the evening. A few fans asked for photos with them while they sipped their drinks. Jason was glad. It made the encounter less awkward. “C’mon Bitch, we need a new picture.” Jason stated, grabbing Pearl and snapping a quick picture of them to add to his Instagram story. Pearl conversed a little more while Jason sipped his drink. He noticed that she seemed to be shaking a little. Her words were starting to slur and one fan looked at Jason with concern on her features. “Okay guys, Pearl needs to go and freshen up, See you guys later.” Jason exclaimed, grabbing Pearl by the hand manoeuvring her through the crowded club once more. When they reached the outside, Pearl leaned against the wall to support herself. Breathing quietly, she took a cigarette out of her purse and look a few drags. It seemed to calm her slightly. “I can feel your eyes on me Jason.” She exclaimed. “What did you take tonight? You looked fucked dude.” Jason said, looking at Pearl directly in the eyes. Pearl’s eyes were dilated and she was tapping her foot insistently. “I don’t know, I can’t remember.” She sighed, dropping her cigarette to the floor by mistake. She then stomped her foot in frustration. “Can we just go back to your place? I just feel like I want to sleep.” Pearl’s eyes looked sad as she spoke. How can I resist that face? “Sure.” Jason took Pearl’s hand and led her out onto the busy street. She wobbled a little but eventually they managed to hail a taxi. Pearl climbed in first with Jason right behind. The taxi ride was short and a tad awkward. About halfway there, Pearl started to doze off. Afraid of what she had taken. Jason kept nudging her to keep her awake. “Keep me awake.” Pearl breathed as she turned to face him. He felt a bead of sweat trickle down his neck. “Please.” She whispered. Jason didn’t have to be told twice and he grabbed her face between his hands, kissing her with so much desperation that he could almost taste it. The taxi came to an abrupt halt, making both Jason and Pearl jump in surprise. He paid the taxi and helped Pearl out before guiding her up into his apartment. Pearl kicked her shoes off clumsily before making her way to the kitchen. Jason just watched her as she tried to move around the apartment. She was bumping in to every object. If it wasn’t for the fact that she was so off of her face, he might have laughed. “Bitch, what are you doing?” He asked when Pearl sat on the floor, cross legged. She was sitting in front of his freezer going through the draws. “I want hot pockets, or grilled cheese, or something fast and fattening.” Pearl said, she opened and closed each draw with a loud bang which was making Jason jump. He moved over to his friend and took her wrists, stopping her. “You are going to wake the neighbours. What do you want and I will make it for you, if I have it.” Jason said. His tone was soft and gentle. Pearl bit her lip. Fuck that’s cute. “I want sausage.” She pouted. Looking directly at Jason’s crotch. Fuck, that’s even cuter. “You can’t have that, next option please.” Jason grunted. Straightening up. He knew if he continued to be near Pearl that he would want to be with her. And he didn’t want too while she was so wasted. He heard her stand up, groaning as she did so. She then tried to move sexily and silently over to Jason. She failed when she slipped, falling down to the ground. Jason laughed and moved over to her. He scooped her up and carried her over to the bedroom. He dropped her down onto the bed and started to move the sheets so that she could climb inside. She was misbehaving, rolling around on the bed. “Be a burrito with me!” She exclaimed. Jason dropped the sheets and laughed out loud. He hadn’t laughed so hard for a really long time.  “What?” He managed to spit out between giggles. “You know, burrito yourself in the sheets with me. Naked. Yes please” Pearl was practically bouncing on the bed. Jason sighed, pulling her near him. “C’mon, you are only saying that cause’ you’re high. Now, let me help you out of your drag so you can get some rest.” Jason started to get to work on her hair. Once her wig was removed. He pulled off her lashes and used a make-up wipe to remove the mask. Once this was done. He took off her clothes until she was no longer Pearl. Matt stood in front of him, erection very clear. “I still want you Jason.” Matt said, pulling Jason down onto the bed. Attacking him with his lips. Fuck. Jason kissed Matt back, nipping at his bottom lip as he did so. Matt started to glide his hands down Jason’s torso till he reached his waist. He then unbuckled his belt and tried to move Jason’s pants off. Jason pulled back, looking at Matt quizzically. “Be a burrito with me?” Matt said again, moving so he was under the covers. He patted the space next to him and Jason rolled his eyes, smiling at Matt’s cuteness. Jason undressed down to his boxers and climbed into the bed with Matt. He leant over and pecked him on the head, before leaning over him and tucking the covers under his back. Matt giggled and did the same, leaning over Jason and tucking him in. “Yay, burrito twins!” Matt giggled, before pulling Jason into his chest and kissing him on the shoulder. “No sausage tonight Matthew. But yes, burrito twins.” He smuggled into Matt’s front. “I’m too high to sleep. I feel like I’m on Space Mountain.” Matt explained. “I know.” Jason sighed, before continuing. “But at least if you are here with me, if anything happens, you are safe and I can do something about it.” Jason hated that Matt liked to take drugs, but he would never try to stop him. It was Matt’s decision. “I know Pumpkin. Thank you.”  “You’re welcome.” Jason replied, before placing a gentle kiss on Matt’s lips. “My little burrito!”

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