#p: cc

[gothamrichkids]

[agent-alexxdanvers]

Close Call

“You could’ve gotten seriously hurt, Alex!”

“I’m perfectly fi‒”

“You’re wounded!”

“It’s just a scratch a‒”

“What were you thinking?!”

Fed up with the grilling, Alex finally snapped, her eyes cutting sharply to glower at her sister’s pinched face, returning the fire with a glower of her own. “I was thinking that I had to do my job, Supergirl, do you have any problem with that?” The words were ground out, stony and resolute in their conviction. Sometimes it was like this, she had to pull rank on Kara in order to stop an argument from escalating very publicly. After a few seconds of trying to stare each other down, she watched as Kara’s stance slowly deflated, the glower turning into a concerned frown, her own stance relaxing too in return. They would be fine, this was an old argument between them, the roles switching back and forth, but it was all part of being siblings with very dangerous jobs.

Spotting a now familiar gait strut past by out of the corner of her eye, she was quick to reassure Kara and sent her home to rest, the DEO and NCPD would take care of the clean up, their job there was done. Also, she needed to slither away before Kara saw past her panic and noticed the blood soaking the right side of Alex’s uniform. Waiting a moment to make sure Supergirl was gone, she went in search of her target, finding her fiddling with what seemed to be a pretty useless phone by now, if the sorry state of the device was anything to go by. “Miss Luthor.”

[chasegallowayx-blog]

Christmas Cabin||Chase && Oly

Coming up with the idea to get a cabin had to be one of Chase’s best ideas. He couldn’t wait to go out of town with his gorgeous boyfriend and just enjoy nature and each others company without having to worry about anything else. Of course, Po was coming with them, which was going to be great as well. He couldn’t wait to see the dog frolicking through the snow, practically burying himself. It was going to be amusing, none the less.

The couple had rented a car to get them to Minnesota and luckily, the drive wasn’t too bad. Chase was pleased. Then moment they arrived at the cabin, Po’s nose was pressed up against the glass of the car, eager to get out. Chase laughed and he looked towards Olyver, his smile etched wide on his features, “We made it!” He exclaimed and unbuckled his seatbelt so he could lean over and press his lips to Oly’s, “Good driving, babe.” He smiled.

His fingers ran through the man’s beard for a few moments until he leaned back and opened up his door. Po barked and Chase was quickly opening up that door. Immediately, the dog was jumping out of the car and diving into the closest pile of snow. Chase laughed and his blue eyes looked around, immediately admiring the location. This was going to be perfect. So perfect. With a happy sigh, he walked over to the trunk and waited for Olyver to open it, his fingers tapping on the car, smiling.

@frayedhero

[gtgtroye]

christmas & chill | connor & troye

Troye: If it hadn't been for the light peeping through Troye's curtains, he probably would have slept in until noon. Usually, December twenty-fifth went by uncelebrated in his family; it was just another day, and another excuse to do nothing all day. But this year was different. This year would be the first year he officially celebrated Christmas, thanks to his best friend, who not too long ago confessed that he wasn't going to be able to see his family on the holiday. With a yawn, Troye pulled himself out of his warm bed and slipped himself into a loose jumper and some slippers before walking in the direction of the guest room, where Connor had been staying for a few days. "Merry Christmas!" He yelled out as he burst into the room and ran in the direction of the bed, then jumped on top of Connor and wrapped his arms around his best friend in a tight hug, closing his eyes as he did so. "Wake up! Santa's brought you lots and lots of presents!" He continued yelling excitedly, turning his head back to look at his friend with a smile.

[xcaffeinatedmusicman-blog]

PHONE CALL ☎ COLFERSON

BLAINE: [after searching through the phone someone had carelessly left on the bedside table for potential answers, Blaine found nothing but confusion.. and, a very, very familiar face. well, other than his own.. with pictures he didn’t even recall ever taking. one of the contacts, being under the name ‘Chris’, was accompanied by a picture of.. Kurt? his heart leaped in his chest and, albeit confused, he wondered if he found the answer to his confusion. but.. why would the stranger who kidnapped him and Sam have Kurt in his phone? and why would his name be under Chris? nothing made sense. but.. he had to try something. so he clicked on the contact and hit the ‘call’ option.. pulling the phone up to his ear and desperately listening to the ringing. waiting.] Please pick up.. /Please../

[cheriewells]

COLD COFFEE ☾ TATUM CHERIE

Her legs were tucked neatly underneath her, as she huddles even more in her arm rest, the cafe closed about an hour ago -- but she was soaking up any heat that she could get before she had to head upstairs to her apartment, the heat had been broken for about two weeks now, the only radiating warmth being the large faux fireplace that lined the back wall. The blonde would sit down here for hours after the doors had been locked and the girls went home, the big surround system lulling out the softest music as she read, or in this for instance; texted. Clicking out quick letters, watching them appear across the screen, her blue orbs flicking over the ones that were returned to her. 

A small smile spread across her lips, uncurling herself from the arm chair and adjusting the grey sweater across her body and falling down to barely touch the fabric of her black tights -- it only took a few strides for her to cross the wood floors, creaking as her weight slightly displaced the loose boards. She had to get those tightened, there was a lot of small things that she needed to get fixed about the cafe -- it was hers, she was proud of it, but the ancient building had it's flaws. All she could ask for was that it wasn't crumbling around her; so far, that was working out. 

Unlocking the door, she glanced back down at her phone that was clutched in her hand, they'd been out of the sweater sleeve too long, flushing around her fingers in the slightest chill. She had such an interest in Tatum, the dark haired beauty made a part of her glow -- the smallest part, she enjoyed her company... every part of her company, sending her jumping at any chance to hang out with her more than she did on the regular basis. It seemed like a lot, but her only being around her during the work hours... grew tiresome, leaving her to start inviting her over more. 

Quips filled the room quickly as she clicked the fireplace remote, turning up the heat onto the highest setting as she walked past towards the coffee machine. Going through the most unorganized box of coffee bricks, damning whoever had let them get this way silently under her breath. Quickly grabbing the coffee marker to write a memo on the side of the box to remind whoever was on in the morning to organize them properly, pressing the marker hard enough that it bled out into the cardboard. Cherie had messed it up even further, but they didn't need to know that. As the blonde emptied the brick into the coffee maker, the soft click of the door brought her eyes immediately, feeling them light up with a smile that even her lips were behind on. "Isn't it the prettiest girl in the land," she smirked, biting down on her lip, drawing it back between her teeth. "I made your favourite kind of coffee, I hope you're not too cold -- I'm trying to warm it up more in here." 

[sydneyfck]

chit chat // aiden and sydney

where; sydney’s hotel room

summary; aiden decides to tell sydney something….

Aiden stepped up to Sydney’s hotel room door, ankle brace in hand. He wasn’t sure if it was his own charm or if Sydney was working her own angle, but he’d somehow managed to get some one on one time with her. Granted, he had to go to a foreign drug store and try to find an ankle brace without speaking the language, but it would be worth it. He rapped the door, “hey, Sydney. It’s me, Aiden. Got your brace!”

Sydney laid bored on her bed. She was tired of being stuck in a hotel room because of her dumb ankle and she was literally about to rip her hair out. She thanked god she had phoned Aiden and asked him to fetch her a temporary ankle brace, she ddn’t enjoy hospitals at all. Once she heard the knock on the door, Sydney sat upright on the hotel bed. “Come in its open.” She replied, waiting for Aiden.

Aiden entered and shut the door behind him. He tilted his head and bit back a grin. “You poor thing, you look like you’re gonna go stir crazy,” he strode across the room, opening the box as he went. Sitting on the edge, he pulled out the brace and offered it to her. “What did you even do? You’re job is to get pampered and be glamorous.”

Sydney rolled her eyes playfully. “I think i’m already crazy.” She let out a small giggle then felt his weight on the edge of the bed. “I tripped while walking around in some extremely high heels.” She shrugged. “Oh please, you’re just saying that.” She scooted over to where he was, gently, careful not to mess with her ankle much, before getting the brace from him. “Thanks by the way — for getting my brace and all.”

Aiden ”I had a feeling that was what happened, but I didn’t want to make any assumptions,” he shrugged one shoulder. “For all I knew, you could’ve sprained it during a karate class.” He eyed her swollen ankle, then smiled warmly at her. “Don’t mention it,” he waved a hand, “how could I ignore a damsel in distress?” That was so cheesy he hoped she had a very generous sense of humor.

Sydney laughed. “Like I would do karate.” She shook her head slightly. “Oh what a gentleman you are.” Sydney added, in a very posh accent before unstarpping the brace and carefully trying to put it on her ankle. Sydney enjoyed Aiden’s company so far. He was one hell of a joker and he seemed friendly enough. She knew Preston would be mad at her for hanging out with Aiden, and Sydney shook her head, trying to get rid of the thought. “So, how are you enjoying the race?” She asked, carefully putting the brace on.

Aiden ”Hey,” he began, raising a finger, “I make a point to not make assumptions about women. I was taught better than that.” He liked Sydney, and often wondered why she was with Preston. He’d decided that he must have some good qualities, and if he didn’t, he was still attractive and wealthy. He didn’t begrudge Sydney that. “I’m really loving this race so far,” he grinned, “we’re winning, what’s not to love?”

Sydney ”Whatever.” Sydney began to strap the brace around her ankle. “Ah I see where you’re getting at. Your team is cocky, I think they get it from you.” She laughed and pushed some hair out of her face. “But what would I know, really, I’m just here to look pretty.”

Aiden ”I’m pretty sure I’m the only cocky person on my team. Everyone else is very, very serious.” He shrugged, “kind of boring, really, but effective.” Aiden frowned slightly, “just here to look pretty? That’s not true, come on.”

Aiden ”I’m pretty sure I’m the only cocky person on my team. Everyone else is very, very serious.” He shrugged, “kind of boring, really, but effective.” Aiden frowned slightly, “just here to look pretty? That’s not true, come on,” he nudged her gently. “You’re here to have fun! Go one adventures, brighten the lives of cocky jerks like me.” He paused, then rolled his eyes. “And Preston, I guess.”

Sydney ”So its your job to lighten them up!” Sydney smiled at him. “Eh I guess you’re right, but do I brighten your day?” She teasingly poked Aiden’s stomach. “Yeah well me and Preston argue more than act like a couple, so I don’t know how that’s going.” She frowned a bit, but then gave him a slight smile. “But I love him, so I guess that makes up for it.”

Aiden ”I try, I try,” he laughed, “most of the time I think it works.” He hid his glee behind a mask of concern. “Are you happy with him, Sydney?” He pat her hand in the most platonic manner he could. He didn’t want to come off too strong.

Sydney quickly looked up at him and sent him a glare. “Of course I’m happy with him, why would you think I’m not?” Sydney started to get a bit mad. No one knew how both her and Preston were behind doors without any cameras being shoved in their faces or without anyone else trying to interfere. They knew nothing about their relationship, so they shouldn’t be butting in.

Aiden withdrew his hands and placed them on his knees. “It’s a perfectly legitimate question, Sydney. I don’t know what you guys are like, all I have to go on is what you tell me. You just told me you two argue alot. I think it’s fair for me to ask. This way, I hear it straight from you.” He shrugged. “I won’t ask Preston about it, obviously. We don’t really get along. Even though I’m pretty sure he hates Mitch but they never stop talking to each other.”

Sydney scoffed. “Yeah sure, whatever.” After securing the ankle brace securely around her damaged her ankle, Sydney turned her body to face Aiden’s. “Yeah I know. They’re not fond of each other, its weird how they do talk a lot though. I don’t see the point of it if they’re always arguing.”

Aiden frowned, averting his gaze, clearly hiding something. “I mean, yeah, I definitely think it’s really weird. I think they’ve even made plans for the weekend,” he lied. He knew they meant to fight, but Sydney didn’t need to. She didn’t even need to know that they really weren’t going to fight. Preston wouldn’t risk that.

Sydney noticed his uncomfortable posture and how he wouldn’t look at her. “Plans? Weekend? Them two? Please tell me there’s hidden cameras around here somewhere and that Ashton Kucther is right behind that door.” Sydney did not believe not one thing coming out of Aiden’s mouth at the moment, hopefully whatever he was holding back wasn’t that bad.

Aiden ”I wish he was, I’d love to meet him,” he said, his last attempt at a joke. He rubbed the back of his neck and sighed. “Yeah, I think they’re gonna meet or something. Apparently they have some… unfinished business, I dunno. Didn’t they tell you?” He looked at her, his expression earnest. “Aren’t you friends with Mitch?”

Sydney rolled her eyes. “No they didn’t tell me, now you tell me.” She demanded, staring at him. “And yes, I am.”

Aiden hedged a little longer, glancing about the room and making sure to look uncomfortable. “I thought at least Preston would tell you, since you’re his girlfriend.” He bit his lip, coughed, and turned to her. “Preston sent Mitch dick pics,” he sighed. “Mitch saved them to his phone. I don’t know if they just… Get off on being combative? Or if the shade they’re throwing at each other is a front, but,” he grimaced, “yeah.”

Sydney suddenly grew nervous. Was Preston cheating on her? That was the first question to come to mind. She knew a lot of girls would throw themselves at him because he honestly was a very handsome guy and he had shitload of money. But she wouldn’t expect him to do something like that to her. Sydney bit her lip then narrowed her eyes at him. “He what?!” Sydney bolted up from her sitting position as she now stood over Aden. She winced a bit as she rested her weight on her damaged ankle, but that wasn’t a problem right now. “They what?! Why? What the fuck?!” Livid, Sydney, painfully, began to pace around the room, biting on her nails. “Why would he do something like that?” This was very shocking news to Sydney. It almost sickened her to know that her boyfriend was sending pictures of his dick to another guy. And a guy she had come to trust. 

Aiden rose with her, real concern on his face. “Sydney, I know you’re really, really upset, you have every right to be, but I think you should sit down. You really need to rest that ankle.” He gestured to the bed, but made no move to get her there. He’d learned long ago it was best to stay away from a girl who was this agitated. “I really have no idea why. Mitch is barely cute, and as nice as he is, he can be pretty annoying. Which, only makes things more confusing, I’m sorry.” He rubbed his face, “I’m really sorry. Please, sit down.”

Sydney ”No shut up Aiden.” She ignored his requests, although inside she knew he was right, but right now she was pissed off. “How could he does this to me? Like its just as bad as cheating? Jesus fucking Christ.” Sydney rubbed her face with her hands and let out a frustrated groan. “When did this happen?” Sydney sharply asked, looking over at Aiden.

Aiden ”I don’t know, I think a lot of it has to do with how cocky he is. Maybe he thought Mitch wouldn’t share, but Mitch can’t keep his mouth shut.” Aiden shook his head. “I think… Sunday? Either right before this last leg, or right at the start.” Normally, Aiden would dispute that dick pix weren’t as bad as cheating, but now certainly wasn’t the time to argue the point. Especially since everything was going to plan. “It’s so fucking shitty of him, I’m so, so sorry.”

Sydney shook her head. “I’m just. Shocked, I guess.” She plopped down on one of the small couches in the expensive hotel room, her elbows rested on her knees, her chin in her palm. “Its not your fault, thanks for letting me know, though.”

Aiden strode to the couch and looked at her kindly. “I was starting to think I’d done something wrong in telling you,” he sat down and put an arm around her shoulders. “You want me to get you something? Ice for your ankle? Something from the vending machine?” He gave her a bracing squeeze. “I have to make it up to you, I feel bad seeing you so hurt.” He only felt a little bad.

Sydney looked up at him and sighed. “No I’m fine, I just need…. some time to like think this through.” Sydney knew she was probably overreacting, but that wouldn't stop the tinge of vile to flow through her throat. “Thanks for everything though, I guess.”

Aiden Knowing his work was complete, he gave her a quick hug, and an empathetic look. "If you need anything, just let me know, okay? You can trust me." He'd become an expert at not laughing whenever he said that. Another squeeze, and he headed for the door. Pausing, he turned. "I'm really sorry, Sydney."

Sydney "Once again, its not your fault. But thanks." She gave him a small smile as he headed towards the door. Maybe being friends with Aiden wasn't that bad.

[camden-russell-blog]

Cambridge Confidential Past Para || Camden & Johnathan

Camden was pansexual and liked having sex as much as anyone else. What irked him was his fucking flatmate, Johnathan Montgomery. He made Cam's life more difficult then it needed to be. Always making sexual comments and advances to not follow through with his words. Cam was all for good fun unless it left him feeling unsatisfied, then he needed to do something about it. Johnathan came back to their room and began talking about something, Cam ignored him working on his business law paper when John kicked his chair. "Pay attention to me, I'm needy." John whined. Cam rolled his eyes, "You're always needy that is nothing new. I have a paper to write. So if you will quit your bloody talking it'd be great. Thanks" Cam sniped at him, shaking his head and going back to his paper. 

Johnathan would not be ignored and kicked his chair again, smirking at him and laughing. "You're an asshole, a right foul get." John spoke to him as he laid across his bed. Cam was fully fucking annoyed with the other man's presence at this point. "If you don't shut up, I swear I'll shift your girlfriend. Not all of us are thespians and get across with only acting. some of us have actual work to do and are stressed. So if you don't have anything helpful to ad leave." Their eyes met and Cam could swear he could see the shorter man looking at him in such a way, as if he wanted him. Suddenly the room was warm and you could cut the sexual tension with a knife.