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A lil Gen -X era X-Mas fic under the cut. In the spirit of the holidays or whatever.

It’s been hours and the snow is still falling. Fat wet flakes blanket the courtyard of the Massachusetts Academy and, at this rate, the whole school will be buried by morning. Ms. Frost special ordered an enormous balsam fir for the holidays. She placed it in the center of the courtyard. Angelo thinks it was the biggest Christmas tree he’s ever seen. Now it more closely resembled a small snow covered mountain. The golden star had long since been obscured by the winter storm but he can still make out the tiny twinkling lights under the snow if he squints.

The wind howls, blowing drifts of snow that rattle the ancient windows. He shivers. The basement room is so drafty, Jono’s collection of band posters rustles slightly with every gust. Somehow his friend never seems to notice the chill but then Angelo sort of doubted Jono can feel cold anymore. Or heat. Which is probably why he wore a leather jacket with matching leather pants year round. Angelo wondered if he has a dresser full of the same outfit or if he just never does laundry. Both scenarios seem equally plausible.

He turns back to the couch, rubbing his hands together to try to generate a little warmth. Jono’s been silently watching television. There’s some sort of Twilight Zone marathon he seems marginally invested in.

It is Christmas Eve and they are the only ones left in the school for the holidays. Paige had gone back to Kentucky, Monet was vacationing in Paris with her family, Everett was in Missouri, and Jubilee had taken Penance to New York with her to visit Logan. Sean had cheerfully offered to bring them to Muir Island and Emma suggested they join her in Tahiti. Jono immediately declined and Angelo had followed suit, choosing his best friend over the potential of seeing Ms. Frost in a bikini. With the temperatures hovering in the 20’s, he was beginning to question his sanity.

He sits, tugging a blanket from the back of the couch around his shoulders.

Jono regards him, head tilted slightly, ‘ You cold, mate?’

‘Sí. I miss winter in Los Angeles. This place is like a frozen wasteland. I dunno how you stand it.’

‘Hadn’t noticed t’be honest’

Shocking.

Angelo pulls the blanket closer and grabs a pack of cigarettes wedged between the couch cushions. He pats his pockets. No lighter. Damn. No matches either. He shoots Jono his best puppy dog look, cigarette hanging from his lips, unlit.

‘Bloody hell, Ange.’

Jono says his control over his powers is spotty at best. But Angelo’s seen him when he’s focused. Hell, he watched him rebuild his body from nothing.

‘I ain’t got no matches.’, he wobbles his lower lip for effect, ‘Please?’

A sigh rattles through his head followed by a concentrated psonic blast.

Angelo smiles and puffs his cigarette absently. Plumes of smoke drifting lazily towards the ceiling.

‘Gracias.’

‘Yeah, yeah.’

Jono makes a show of scowling but Angelo can tell he isn’t half as annoyed as he pretends to be. That’s the thing about Jono. He might act moody or say that he wants to be left alone. But Angelo? Angelo knows better.

‘Does the smoke bother you?’

‘Why would it? I don’t breathe and I ‘aven’t any lungs. You, on the other hand…’

‘You know me. Live fast, die young and all that.’

‘You really believe that?’

He sighs, ‘If I wanted a lecture, I’d call Mi mamá- if she didn’t already think I was dead, that is.’

Jono studies him, eyebrows furrowing, ‘… You alright, mate? I’m the one wot’s supposed to be morose. It s’not the other way ‘round.’

‘Yeah. Sorry. The holidays just gets me thinkin’ about all the family I’m missing. What did your parents do for Christmas?’

‘Eh? Well, I guess they went on holiday. Skiing, maybe? Dunno. I stopped spending time with them as soon as I was old enough to say no.’

‘That’s a little sad, man.’

‘Yeah, well, th’ feeling was mutual. Trust me. Not really sure ‘ow I fit in with that lot.’

‘Hm.’

‘You could always call ‘er. Yer mum, that is. Let ‘er know yer safe.’

‘She was never exactly fond of…our type of people.’

‘Not sure which bit yer referring to, but…’

‘Take your pick.’

Jono seems to ponder this. Rakes a hand through his unruly mop of hair.

‘ ‘Er loss then, eh?’

Angelo shrugs, grey face pulling into an exaggerated frown.

‘I mean, it seems a bit silly to cut someone out of yer life for wot they can’t control. She ought’er be grateful. ‘Er son’s a superhero, after all.’

Jono’s hand is on his back, gentle and reassuring. It’s shockingly intimate for someone who usually folds in onto himself. Jono doesn’t hug. Jono doesn’t even shake hands, really. Jono would probably wrap himself in caution tape if he thought Emma would let him.

He musters a lopsided smile, ‘Not so super. But thanks, amigo.’

‘Right then.’

Jono lets his hand linger for a moment and then reaches for something under the couch. He scrounges for a minute and then produces a tiny box, wrapped rather haphazardly in snowman wrapping paper. Angelo estimated that Jono had used at least a half a roll of Scotch tape on the tiny parcel.

‘Merry Christmas, and all of that.’

He’s momentarily stunned.

‘I didn’t get you noth-‘

‘Oh, just open it, you wanker.’

He does with some amount of effort. At least he didn’t use duct tape.

It’s small, and golden and it has his initials carefully etched onto its surface. It takes him a moment to process.

‘You got me…a lighter?’

‘I’m tired of being yer human Zippo, Espinosa. Now don’t lose it in the bloody couch cushions’

fin

blithefool:

Seriously. Get out of my head.

Trigger warning for talk of suicide and general depression

I’m gonna go out on a limb here and say dorksidefiker probably inspired all of these. She gives me many Jono feels.

When Jono was 12, he begged his parents for a guitar. They dismissed the idea as ‘pure frivolity’ then retreated to their summer home. So, Jono scrimped and saved his pennies and, 8 months later, was able to afford a very well worn Epiphone. The action was horrible and the strings made his fingers bleed. He loved it.

Jono didn’t find out Gayle was ‘Lady Edgerton’ until the third date. He promptly accused her of slumming it in typical indignant Jono fashion. He still wonders why she forgave him.

Jono Starsmore has attempted suicide twice in his short life. The first was when he was 16 and feeling particularly useless. He swallowed a fist full of his mother’s pills. His father found him and he had to have his stomach pumped. The second occasion was at The Massachusetts Academy. The only one who knew was Angelo and he’d seethed and punched Jono square in the nose when he found out. It hurt far more than carving into his wrists had.

After suicide attempt number 1, Jono’s parents had threatened to have him committed. He managed to  talk them down by agreeing to see a therapist. His name was Howard and Jono hated him. He spent the first month of therapy in a staring contest with the man. Eventually, Jono decided to just lie. That was its own form of entertainment.

Jono is, primarily, a self taught musician, though he did learn a few things busking with Julian. Julian was middle aged, unwashed and, presumably, homeless. Jono couldn’t remember a time when Julian wasn’t inebriated but, he was a hell of a guitar player.

 When Angelo died Jono kept his engraved Zippo lighter and his crucifix. They’re in the top drawer of his dresser.

I forgot about these…

twbasketcase-blog:

LMFAO I have rped Jono for a number of years now, and this headcanon has evolved and changed and sometimes I laugh because it’s so melodramatic. That makes me horribly mean, I know 😉

But I guess my line of thinking is this: back when I was a baby college student and getting into health care, we were doing lots of bio labs on human functions and sensations (urine, temperature, nerves, autopsies, that kind of thing) and we once did this test on our nerves that included pain, heat, cold, and nothingness. The way our nerves bundle, you can sometimes only feel one sensation at a time in certain areas, but other times you are sensitive to more than one. It was kind of neat, actually! They are all separate sensations that are felt.

We know Jono can feel pain because he’s gotten his arse kicked a number of times now, lol. We also know that he can experience pleasure because…well, why else would he have had sex with Sugar (yeah, he was still emo about it, but he obviously enjoyed the intimacy or else wouldn’t have stuck around to be blatantly used).

So I think there’s definitely some chance of feeling temperature there as well! Problem is, he doesn’t have proper circulation so I doubt there are often times when he is hot (if ever). Hell, if he got hot he would have had many more problems in that issue where they were stranded on the ocean or w/e and Ange was practically melting hahaha. Technically, his body is a husk that sort of contains his psychic entity-ness. However, it does prove to have LIMITED human function in various areas, so I like to play with that!

I also liked to pretend that the reason his parents always send him socks for Christmas is because he constantly whines about his feet being cold (same reason he would wear gloves all the time, too; your limbs are peripheral and the furthest away from the body’s trunk and therefore most sensitive to temperature sensations). I’ve expanded on that in writing before where basically his buddies just spoil him with sweaters, socks, and blankets for Christmas and birthdays. 🙂

(though, to be honest, the dead/nothingness idea really intrigues me too and I think that’s got some HUGELY interesting psychology attached to it!)

Ooooh. I like.

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blithefool:

‘Explain t’me how the mall’s suppose to make me less depressed’

‘I’ll take you to Hot Topic.You can buy some more of those ridiculous black rubber bracelets’

‘…I hate you’

They banter in my head like this all day long. I may have a medical condition.

This is going to be one of those days where I just search through my own tags. Sorry about that.

dorksidefiker:

blithefool:

You know what would be neat? If Jono had this sort of clear polycarbonate mask that held in his flames but gave his lower face shape- so you could still see the psi-fire but it would be contained. It could even have a blaster like his contraption from the AoA- but it wouldn’t weigh a ton. Seriously. That thing must have been so uncomfortable. How the hell did he sleep with it on?

Assuming that he did sleep (I continue to cling tightly to the headcanon that Jono doesn’t actually sleep, and you will pry it from my cold, dead fingers), probably not very well until he got used to it.  Of course, once he reached that point, he probably wouldn’t think about it at all.

Yeah, I mean, he doesn’t really have any other normal bodily functions so it’s entirely possible he also doesn’t require sleep anymore either. He might sort of…meditate? Being up 24/7 would get old rather quickly.

They knew what his power was going to be before it manifested so he had to be strapped into that thing ahead of time and then just wait for his body to explode. I just realized how incredibly fucked up that is.