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caught meme

C A U G H T

You've been caught red-handed! Or empty-handed. Or with your hands full of something completely inappropriate. Either way, you've been caught doing something you shouldn't have, and now you're in big trouble.

HOW TO PLAY:

- Comment with your character and preferences.
- Specify whether you'd like to be the person doing the catching or the one being caught OR put what you've been caught doing in the subject line.
- Tag others and have fun!

PROMPTS:

1. INNOCENT UNTIL PROVEN GUILTY : You're in trouble with the law in some way! Perhaps you've been caught breaking and entering, or maybe you've been caught stealing something. Or maybe you just ate or murdered someone. Or... you stole the cookie from the cookie jar? Either way, now you have to deal with the consequences of your illegal actions, whether the person who catches you decides to call the authorities or deals with you personally.

2. TAKING ADVANTAGE : Have you been gazing at someone too obviously while they've been doing something? Did you kiss someone in their sleep, or perhaps get all touchy-feely with yourself while the object of your affections was dozing? Well, you've been caught now. Better make up some excuses fast.

3. EVERYONE DOES IT : Someone's walked in on you touching yourself! Oh my. Did you say anyone's name while in the act? Did you finish? Will you finish? It's okay, everyone does it. Just act natural.

4. I SAW NOTHING : You've just walked in on someone else naked or mid-change! Maybe they're in the wrong change room, or maybe you just barged into their bedroom or office to casually talk to them. Oops.

5. IT'S NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE : Did you break a promise? Cheat on your partner? Cheat at a card or video game? You've now been somehow exposed for your lies and scandals! Good luck. You'll probably need it.

6. WITH BEST INTENTIONS : Well, well. You've been caught doing something nice! Did you plan a surprise party? Buy a lovely gift for someone? Write a love note? Hide what evidence you can fast!

7. THE HUNTED : Someone's after you, whether it be for a debt you owe, retribution for something you did, or they're just plain crazy. Whatever it is, they're now closing in for the kill.

8. FREE GAME : Whatever else you can be caught doing, you've just been caught doing it! Have fun and go wild.

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I swear to god, Petre, I'm gonna ki - Jesus fucking Christ!

[She's used to just barging in. Petre was long ago denied the dubious privilege of a roommate because of how tormented they all ended up, and the only person that's anything close to a friend of his is female, so he's been stuck on his own.

Poor thing. Jen would live with Petre over Rogue, for fuck's sake, the guy's gay. Do they really think there's any risk?

Well, apparently there's risk of seeing him bare-ass naked. Like, not even changing, just fully in the buff. Like he chills out this way. She's immediately in the door and got it slammed shut behind her, facing it with a hand over her eyes.]

Lock your door, Petre, it's not hard.

[Of course he's smiling when he turns around, towel in his hand. He just got out of that shower, if that's not made obvious by how warm and flushed his skin is, by how his wet hair is clinging to his head. And it doesn't help that he's only further exposing his body by running a hand through that hair to give it a quick ruffle.

Jen's gotten the confirmation now: his hair color is definitely not natural. Woops.]

You know I don't like it when you swear. [Obviously kidding, he just lets that grin stretch wider before he gives her the mercy of wrapping that towel around his waist again. Slow and lazy, as he usually does.] You're right, it isn't hard. Thanks for noticing.

[He looks down at the obvious area, hands on his hips. Petre. No.]

You could always knock, too.

Oh, yeah, you hang out with me 'cause I'm a perfect lady.

[Sneering so hard to try and make up for the nearly panicked reaction she gave, then spinning around bravely, head up, shoulders back - to find him covered. Well. That just killed her point that she couldn't possibly give less of a shit, if any of that point was still living.

But he knows. He's got to know. Petre knows everyone's weak point, it's like a gift, and he certainly knows that hers is Bobby - but he's also got to know that he's just one in a pattern of completely unattainable boys, and while good appeals to a softer part of her that makes her both giddy and nervous, bad just brings out pure carnal desire.

And now she knows what he looks like naked. In intimate detail. Maybe fantasy-Bobby can take a rest for a few nights while she indulges in the ridiculous cliché of panting over her gay friend instead.]

No, no - this one is on you. If I need to bitch at you right this second, you know full well I'm gonna barge right in. Lock the damn door if you're gonna be - and all I had time to notice was the rug not matching the curtains. Poser.

[She swats the back of his head lightly as she enters the room, a bit more relaxed. Like her own hair isn't clearly bleached blonde, anyway.]

But I'll be so much more willing to help you if you ask nicely!

[Another... obvious lie... He loves it when she's all fired up. Pun fully intended.

And don't think he's never noticed the looks she gives him. Don't think he's never been tempted to indulge in the fantasy. He's had them himself, of course, because slapping the label of 'gay' on him just makes him feel so limited. A body is a body is a body and sex is sex is sex.

Anyway. Back to the matter at hand.]

Blonds have more fun. You don't seem to be included. Probably because you should seek a hairdresser instead of spending fifteen minutes in your bathroom.

[Ow, his head. Let him rub that moment of pain off before he just walks on over to the window and sits by his desk. Fishes his pack of cigarettes from a drawer because he's sure this is going to take a while.]

And I've got nothing to hide. [Except those cigarettes.]

Please. You love it when I push you around.

[It didn't need to be pointed out, but she kind of loves that he loves it, since it's considered such a massive flaw by everyone else. Including Bobby, sometimes. Which just brings her back to her sulk, causing her to sit on the bed and lean over with a hand out.]

C'mon. You know I'm good for it. I need one right now. [She even takes out her lighter and flicks it on, sending a thin tendril of fire toward his face, all ready to light his for him once he's got it in his mouth. It's the closest she gets to his mouth, and the fire is like an extension of her in many ways, so she lives for the chance to light his smokes for him.]

Fuck off. It's got nothing to do with my hair, she's got goddamn Bride of Frankenstein streaks and he doesn't care.

[He's smirking at her, young and attractive in his own right, to relax his lids and wait for the tip of his cigarette to light up as he inhales the first blow of smoke, throwing the pack her way just before his hand fetches the cigarette from his own mouth. His room reeks of this smell, and yet there's nothing they really do anymore beyond the usual punishment. He just finds some other way to sneak these back into the school.]

She's also got a killer vagina, so.

What'd he do this time.

Yeah, thanks for the reminder.

[She watches in that just too close way as he draws in a lungful of smoke, admiring his lips around the filter, the rare calmness about his features. Not that he scowls or huffs like she does - there's just a wickedness about him that doesn't often fade, and when his eyes and mouth relax like that, he goes from enticing almost to beautiful.

But then the pack lands on the bed beside her, snapping her out of it, and she quickly withdraws the flame back to its regular size as she grabs her own smoke and lights it. She at least keeps her window open, since teachers keep her much more firmly under their thumb (probably some hope that she's not beyond hope), but it's cold enough outside that she appreciates being able to shut herself in here with him instead.]

I'm just so fucking sick of getting it from both sides. He bitches to me, she bitches to me, and yet they're lovey-dovey perfect with everyone else. The one person who knows there's any trouble in paradise but it's never enough to stick a real wedge between them. Just bitching.

[She rolls her eyes, tipping her head back to blow smoke up toward the ceiling.]

They're both assholes, and neither of them even gets it. You, me, we know we're assholes. But they take a friend and stick her right in the middle and think I should just take it 'cause we're friends. No, that's why you shouldn't be doing it, assholes.

[He listens to her with slight exasperation, because he knows exactly what this is about. It's always about the same thing: they go to her, get her irritated, and she comes to him with her own disappointments. Jen is lucky to have him sit and hear what she has to say, and maybe she just doesn't realize that he does it because he has some interest of his own. The potential in her to destroy everything around her if she just gives in to that darker side they constantly try to suppress. That's what he likes about her the most. With or without the desire to have her in his bed added to the equation.

He has to wonder, though. Boys don't exactly profess their love to her at the turn of every corner, and those that do either get sardonic laughter or end up revealing the true reasons are the search for sex. That's as far as she's ever gotten, and that's only fueled a terror of commitment. She just keeps believing that everything will solve itself if she one day gets her hands on Bobby proper.

Not so different from every other idiotic girl after all. But she has potential, and that's more than what he can say about them.]

Sounds like it's time for a little revenge.

[it's not like she hasn't wondered why Petre even has time for her. Not insecurity, but the knowledge that he has time for practically no one here unless he's taking them to bed. Sure, she thinks of them as friends, but doubts that he does. She just doesn't care to ask, in case it breaks the spell and he leaves her behind.

She's also considered what Petre is saying now, but with it out in the air between them, the idea becomes real to her at last. Possible. Justified, even, considering how they both treat her. ]

Turn the he said she said against them. They'll both believe me - Bobby trusts me, and Rogue's insecure enough that she wouldn't write it off. I could use... Pryde, she's had a crush on him for ages, and she just broke up with Piotr. Tell Rogue that Bobby's cheating and Bobby that Rogue's convinced he's cheating.

[she takes a long drag of her smoke, exhales lazily.]

Then sit back and watch the fireworks.

[Or they could just fuck. But Petre wouldn't want to make Jen choke on that cigarette, as funny as it'd be.

He taps his lips softly, looks outside the window to think.]

No... That won't be enough. We'll need proof.

[Needless to say it's just theatrics. He had the idea the second she mentioned the phasing girl.]

Let Rogue see them cheating. Make the other girl's dream come true.

How? With an order? [Her face pinches up a little. Of course Petre has to take it one step too far. it's something she loves about him.] Rumours could come from anywhere. Bobby not remembering why the fuck he did it leads right back to you, and then to me.

[And then her expression relaxes again, because really, it'd be gorgeous. She doesn't want to lose Bobby as a friend entirely, but this plan is just getting better and better.]

So how do we cover that big a red flag?

[He presses his lips, short of rolling his eyes. Instead he just looks away and shakes his head softly. Sweet summer child.]

They'll figure it out if it's a direct order. Not if we just plant some seeds and let them finish the job on their own.

[Okay, now she looks serious. This is actually happening. Petre's doing serious planning. There's only one more thing she wants to know.]

So what do you get out of it, other than the satisfaction of a job well done?

[and this is where it gets interesting, isn't it.]

What are you offering?

I - dunno. [She looks genuinely confused, but with a little edge of mockery to try and save face. It feels like this is going somewhere, and she's got no idea where, which has her at a disadvantage she doesn't like.] I have no idea what you'd want.

Really? You've known me all this time and you can't even guess?

[He's leaning back, resting his chin on his closed fist. Throwing the ball right back at her.]

[Her main block here isn't a lack of self-confidence, but her firm belief that Petre only likes boys. It's a black and white view of sexuality, but she's never had reason to stretch hers very far (or explore it much at all), and he mostly tends to bed boys as far as she knows. So he must be gay, right?]

You - wouldn't want Bobby. [Slowly, trying to puzzle it out with her eyes narrowed.] He's hot, but way too boring for you. And if you did, you wouldn't ask me permission anyway.

No, I wouldn't.

[His smile is growing, slowly but surely. A guessing game is just as good as any other game, even if it's with her. They're not quite used to keeping things from each other, though apparently there's a detail Jen hasn't quite caught on when dealing with Petre.]

But no. I don't really give a shit about getting him.

[too nice. Wouldn't exactly be a thrill either way.]

Think a little hotter.

[The emphasis does it, the kind of joke that makes her teeth grind with annoyance every time, but this time it's actually hilarious. Hilarious and cruel and the kind of thing she's usually spared with him. Well. She never had any delusions that she really was special.]

Ha ha. Really cute. Just spill it already.

[Well, since she's insisting.]

I get to kiss you. In front of him.

[Jesus Christ, she really isn't special. That's cruel on a level she should've known to expect, but denied she'd ever face herself. He's had enough of the whining, has he, and decided to destroy everything in one fell swoop? He could've told her. She would've shut up.]

And it's happening whether I say yes or no now, isn't it. You're loving this too much to call it off. [Her voice is very quiet. Here, then, is the reality of being "friends" with Petre.]

[Friends has always been subjective. Perhaps the worst part of it all is that he sees it as little more than a joke. She should see it that way too, if she just relaxed. No harm here. Just a kiss to piss off someone else.]

I'm open to ideas.

[It isn't just that Bobby's special to her. Not really. Her pride has to come into everything somewhere, and what really drives her insane is that she turned him down. She was still such an open wound when she came to Xavier's that she couldn't believe the attention, it terrified her, and she drove him back so hard that they barely even reconciled to friends. It's a fuck-up she's determined to fix, and no one can get in the way of that.

If he'd just asked, Petre would discover that that was the reason why she didn't entertain any other offers. Bullheaded stubbornness and pride, to no one's surprise. He's the only one who's even distracted her for more than a second or two.]

It's fine. [She can't wimp out now. You don't wimp out on Petre.] It's no big deal. Not like he's cared who I do or don't kiss for a long fucking time. And it'll be worth it.

[She's almost, almost convincing, right down to the smirk. But a kiss from a boy who'll never want her, rubbed right in the face of the boy she turned down before she knew he was all she wanted - it's such a fucking waste.]

[Believing it or not, Jen's smirk does bring something similar out of Petre, who relaxes his gaze like he's no longer looking to snatch something right out of her expression.]

If everything works out just right, he'll be grabbing your arm and asking you what the hell was that, Jen, [And that was his play at Bobby's voice, deeper than his, ridiculously All-American.] Don't ever say I'm not a good friend.

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