#but okay! throw a hissy fit like a child

[mochiwrites]

i hate my mother.

[soullessjack]

rewatching the jackisodes of s14 and can i just say. every. single. time that i go back to the show, it makes all the fanon/fandom jack stuff so much funnier to me bcuz fanon jack is some flanderized steven-universe ass pacifist who cries when he sees his shadow and wants everyone to be friends all the time and canon jack is like. "dean you dont understand if i dont go on a hunt [and kill something] soon im actually going to rip my teeth out okay" and then he uses sams buddy system to blackmail dean into doing a zombie case with him while fully going behind sams back about the whole thing and being just a little too excited about a corpse with human bite marks and missing people

[writingthroughmyass]

Service Animal (Part one)

My mans Logan Howlett X Reader (afab)

Part two here

WARNING: This is soooo self insert it's not even funny. I get weird migraines that present like absent seizures and thought it would be nice to get a warning beforehand by my favourite babygirl Logan (like my own personal service animal). This is gonna be in three parts, it's mostly finished and ends in smooshing so be ready for that ;)

UPDATE: turns out my migraines are actually mini strokes :)

The after effects of using your power was kicking your ass.

In a daze, you made it to your private room and went straight to your bathroom. You felt the nausea rising up in your throat and quickly opened the toilet lid to throw up. 

The multiple alternate realities of what could have happened tonight flashed before your eyes. Ororo, Jean, Scott, Logan, all collapsed on the floor, dead. Their screams played in a relentless loop in your head; you were dissociating badly. Your surroundings melted away until there was nothing but the countless ways they could have died if you hadn't bent reality to avoid it. 

Always. It's always like this. 

Gradually, you begin to return to your body, only to realise there was someone in the room with you, holding your hair back. 

Terrified, your body snapped up from its kneeling position to face the intruder. 

“Woah, hey, it's just me. Calm down.”

“L-Logan?” you slurred, suddenly feeling self conscious of the smell of your breath. 

“I knocked and called out but you didn't answer. So I came in to check on you.” 

You eyed him, feeling suspicious of how out of character this was for him. 

“Why are you looking at me like I'm lying? I'm not totally heartless,” he said defensively.

“Why'd you come in the first place to see me though? I thought you were pissed with me,” you grumble.

When you'd overdone it with your powers, Logan threw a hissy fit and yelled at you for going too far. While you knew it was out of care, it still rankled you that he was acting as if you were a child. You knew what you were doing. 

“I… just had a bad feeling,” he said quietly. “Y'know how I've got my heightened senses. I could tell something was off with you.”

“I'm fine. Just need to rest. This is normal for me.”

You turned around to the bathroom sink and grabbed your toothbrush. You gave your teeth and tongue a quick clean, wanting to just wash all the blood off your body so you could sleep. 

It felt like you had a raging hangover from drinking Everclear all night. 

When you turned from the sink you noticed Logan was still there. 

“Uh… need something? I wanna get ready for bed and pass out.”

“Yeah, I need to know you're okay,” he says.

“I told you, I'm fine. I'm going to shower so please leave.” 

Your patience was wearing thin. But you were also aware that some of it was nervousness coming out as aggression. You couldn't deny the attraction you felt towards him, although his attitude left much to be desired. His behaviour tonight was quite frankly really sweet and it was psyching you out. You were already in the midst of losing touch with reality and his actions were so contradictory to his usual self that it was causing you a psychotic break. 

“You're not listening to me,” he ground out, losing some of his own patience. “I'm telling you that something is wrong with you.” 

You stared silently at him, mouth slightly hanging open. 

“Okay, that came out the wrong way.” He was ruffling his hair in agitation. Cute. “What I'm saying is- I'm… ah…”

“Please, Logan, I just want a shower so I can go to bed…”

“Look, I'll just wait in your room and I'll leave once you're in bed safe, ‘kay,” he says, turning to the door and walking out, shutting it behind himself. 

Fuck. 

You just wanted to be alone so you could have a good cry. You were incredibly confused about what in the world was going on but now you were really getting scared. And Logan's words were not helping. 

What if he's right and this time your connection with reality has been completely severed? But what else were you supposed to do? Let them all die? Even with your special training with Charles, your power was so unruly and chaotic that it was terrifying. You had to be careful or there would be no way back. 

You got undressed and turned on the shower, stepping inside. It was only once you were under the hot stream of water that you realised you'd left your pyjamas in your bedroom. You groaned aloud. Fuck, now you'd have to walk in front of Logan in nothing but a towel. Why the fuck was he here? You wished he'd just leave. 

You watched the dried blood wash away from your skin, turning the floor of your shower a bright red. 

You felt your stomach drop and your head turned fuzzy. The sound of your shower disappeared. The safety of your surroundings melted away. 

Scott, his eyes gouged out from his head. Ororo’s limbs crumpled every which way, her eyes clouded over not because of her powers but because she was lifeless. Jean, her neck holding on to her body by a thread, her cranium blasted open and her brain dripping down her face. 

Logan, on the ground, ripped to shreds, his Adamantium bones showing through his torn flesh. And the wounds weren't healing. 

It was always like this. As if you were being punished for playing god. It was as if all the horrible realities you prevented from happening still lived on but solely in your mind, driving you insane. It left scars of trauma on your psyche, Charles had told you. So you had to be careful in how you used your powers or you may become completely untethered from reality. A fate worse than death. 

Vaguely, you could hear yourself mumbling and gasping and swallowing loudly, trying to find some kind of equilibrium in the mess of your mind. 

You were trying desperately to connect back with your body but at the same time you didn't want to because it only meant having to fight this same battle over and over again. 

Seeing your friends die before your very eyes in hundreds of thousands of different ways, experiencing each traumatic story to its conclusion. Only to have it all unravel into a reality where none of it happened, but the whiplash makes you doubt this reality too. It's always too good to be true. You feel it in your bones that you don't deserve this. That the way you twist reality is wrong and one day it'll catch up to you in the worst possible way. 

You feel water running down your face and remember that you're in the shower. You try to ground yourself and come back to your body. You hear the water splashing, feel the ground beneath your feet, the solid embrace around you. 

You try to move but you can't. Finally, you snap fully to your body. Your mind is groggy, feeling like you'd been hit by a truck. But there's the unmistakable warmth surrounding you, dense and as unyielding as brick. 

Your face is roughly yanked upwards and you open your eyes.

“Fuck, finally! Are you alright?” 

You stare blearily, mouth open and dry from the adrenaline that had been pumping through your body just moments ago.

Bright hazel eyes. Huh. So pretty. You'd never noticed. 

You realise you're not supporting your own weight. You're finally aware that Logan has you in an embrace, holding your body up, one hand around your waist and the other on your jaw as he looks into your face. The water on your face isn't from the shower, you realise. It's your tears. 

“Bloody hell, please say something,” he says angrily. You feel some of your own anger flare up in response. What's his problem? 

“Fuck,” you croak. 

You feel his chest vibrate against yours as he laughs, suddenly aware that you're as naked as the day you were born and this man is fully clothed standing in your shower, getting his white singlet wet. Giving you a bear hug…

Your brain short circuits as you try to come up with words, feeling your whole body heat with embarrassment. 

“W-what are you doing in here?” you manage to slur.

“Helping your ass,” he says roughly. “Can you stand?”

Fuck, good question. Can I stand??

“C-close your eyes first,” you demand. 

“Bit late to be feeling shy now don't you think?” he teases with a wink. 

“Just close ‘em!” you yell at him. 

He laughs before complying. 

You extricate yourself from his arms, turning off the shower, then navigate carefully around him to exit the cubicle. You grab a towel and cover yourself, making a mental note to grab a clean one later since this one was definitely dirty now. 

“Okay, open your eyes and get out, please.”

He turns to look at you.

“Don't think that's a good idea, bub.”

“And why is that?” you huff impatiently.

“What if you collapse in the shower again?” he says matter of factly.

“I've been having these things for a long time. I've managed to survive so far so don't stress about it.”

“It's different now though, isn't it? You've been having these for a long time, you said so yourself, and they're only getting worse instead of better.”

You sigh heavily in frustration. You hated that he was right. 

“So what exactly are you suggesting?” 

Your heart was beating like crazy. He better not suggest what you think he was going to suggest.

“I'm sure old Chuckie boy wouldn't mind lending you his shower chair for the night,” he smirked. 

You laughed out loud despite the tension in the room. He always managed to make you laugh. 

“Yeah, I'm just going to wake up an old man in the middle of the night to ask if I can borrow his shower chair,” you joked, lightly slapping him on the shoulder. 

He laughed along with you then you both shared a few moments of comfortable silence. Only for him to break it with-

“My other suggestion is to shower with me so I can make sure you don't faint and hurt yourself.”

You stared at him distrustfully.

“Hey, look, I'm not being a pervert, it's just the only solution I can think of on the fly,” he placates, hands raised as if to say I'm innocent and unarmed. 

“Right…”

You stopped to think for a second, your muddled mind trying to make sense of the situation. 

It made you especially uncomfortable that you didn't exactly have your full mental faculties about you. 

But Logan was a good friend. You'd fought beside him many times before and you saw that you could trust him. But… he was still a man. A man much bigger and stronger than you. 

“Can I trust you?” you asked falteringly. What a stupid idea to ask the opinion of someone fully in power over you. 

“I promise I won't do anything without you wanting it. This is entirely your choice.” 

You looked him in the eyes, trying to find a trace of falsehood in them. But you only saw honeyed eyes, dripping with conviction. The same conviction you'd seen many times before when he was protecting those he loved. 

You felt yourself feel a little calmer. 

“Okay… but you better not break your promise. Or I'll sick Charles and his shower chair on you.” 

“I won't. I just want to keep you safe,” he said in a low, serious voice. 

You felt a fluttering behind your ribs. Fuck… I'm about to shower with this incredibly attractive asshole.

“Okay… you get in first,” you said. 

“Yes, ma'am,” he said a little too cheerily. 

You turned around to give him privacy to undress. You heard the rustle of his clothes then a thump as he dropped them on the floor of your bathroom. 

Should've known he'd be a slob…

You heard the shower turn on and you braced yourself for what was to come next. 

You turned towards the shower, keeping your head down and eyes averted. You removed your towel and stepped into the shower, still not looking at Logan and ignoring his presence, which was hard to do in your little shower. Thankfully he was turned away respectfully.

You stood behind him, turned away from his body. You took your soap and began to lather it over yourself as you usually did when you showered. 

“Would you like a hand with your back?” Logan spoke up. 

You paused as you weighed up the question in your mind. 

“Sure,” you said quietly, trying to keep yourself calm. 

This is totally normal. We're just friends having a shower. Together. 

You turned your back and heard him applying soap to his hands. Slowly, gently, as if you were made of glass, he began to rub your back, starting with your shoulders. You felt yourself give an involuntary shiver.

“Are you cold? Do you need the water a bit hotter?” he asked you. 

“No, it's fine. The temperature is okay with you?” 

“Yeah, bub, just perfect.” 

His hands felt massive against your back. He massaged your neck for a few seconds before moving down your shoulder blades towards your middle back. 

“Did-did you want me to do your back too?” you asked, trying to hide how nervous you were. 

“Since you're offering, sure,” he said gruffly. You turned towards him at the same moment he turned away from you, unfortunately catching a glimpse of his insane fucking abs, but thankfully managing not to make eye contact. 

You soaped up your hands and began with his neck, trying not to notice how thick and muscular his traps were. 

God… this is hell but also heaven. 

You ran your hands across his ridiculously broad shoulders and down his middle back, avoiding going too low lest you caress his stupid, tight ass. 

“I'm going to wash my hair, okay?” you told him, unsure of why you were asking permission. 

“Don't know why you're asking my permission.” Fuck. You were being weird. “But I can do the same right?” he responded, holding in laughter. 

You felt your face go hot.

“D-do what you want,” you said petulantly. 

You took the shampoo bottle, squeezing what you needed for yourself before handing it to him over his shoulder, which he thankfully kept turned to you in respect. 

You both washed your hair in silence. You already felt a bit better. You dreamily thought of your bed as you rinsed the shampoo from your hair. 

You then grabbed the conditioner and squeezed some into your hand. 

“Need the conditioner?” you asked Logan.

“What for?” he asked, confused. 

“For your hair, duh.”

“Nah, I'm good. Haven't had to use it so far in my life, won't start now. Need a hand with washing your hair?” 

You knew he was trying to be helpful. But it felt so, so wrong. Like overstepping your relationship as friends. But then again… would you ever get the chance again to have an incredibly sexy man wash your hair for you? 

“Sure,” you said stiffly.

Silence, then his hand moved around you to grab the bottle from you. 

“Ah-” you already had some conditioner in your hand. You were about to tell him but decided to keep quiet as he worked on your hair. 

His fingers… so thick and strong yet gentle through your hair, over your scalp. You couldn't help but to close your eyes and enjoy the sensation. 

It was over too soon and he stepped away from you again. You tipped your head to rinse your hair, giving your face a quick scrub with water while you were at it; fuck your skin routine, you were going straight to bed. 

“I'm going to step out first,” you informed him. 

He grunted in reply and you stepped from the shower, grabbing two clean towels from your bathroom cupboard. You covered yourself with one and half turned your body to Logan, gaze still averted from his direction. 

“Here ya go,” you tried to say cheerily, offering the towel to him.  

“Thanks,” he said and grabbed it from your hand. You quickly moved to the door. 

“Wait until I say you can come in,” you said before closing the door behind you. 

Fuuuuucccckkkkk.

This was not helping you to relax at all.

You dried yourself quickly and threw your pyjamas on. 

“I'm done!” you called through the door. 

He stepped out with his towel wrapped around his stupid, slutty waist. You could see his happy trail adorning his abs. His enormous pecs, his dog tags resting in the dip of his gorgeous chest. 

“Hey, bub, my eyes are up here,” he teases. 

You swallow thickly and glare at his stupid, smirking face.

“Have I ever told you I hate you?” you retort, only succeeding in making him laugh. 

“How are you feeling now?” he says softly, suddenly serious. 

“I'm… exhausted. I usually sleep a lot after an episode.” 

He nods in understanding. 

“You'll be okay if I leave?”

This gives you pause. If you were being honest to yourself, you'd say, “Please stay. I don't want to be alone tonight.” 

But you weren't honest with yourself. 

“Thanks for looking out for me, Logan. I really appreciate it and sorry for putting you out. I'll be okay. You can go to bed now if you want.” 

He looked at you in silence. He stepped towards you, so close that you had to look up to keep eye contact. You could feel the warmth radiating from him. Fuck he runs hot. 

“You mean it, right? You're okay to be alone?” 

You stared at him, a little bit dumbfounded. Was he able to read minds or something? 

“Yes, I'll be fine. I'll be in bed so I can't exactly fall,” you chuckled. 

He didn't laugh with you. Only watched you carefully. 

“Okay. I'll respect what you say you want,” he says carefully. 

Again, this is so out of character for him that you second guess yourself whether you're in reality or not. 

You watch as he turns to the bathroom and grabs his clothes from the floor then goes towards the door to the hall. 

“Hey-w-wait-y-you're not going out like that are you?” you stutter in disbelief.

He turns back to you. 

“What else am I going to do?” he asks incredulously. 

Clueless.

“Put your clothes back on,” you retort.

“Ew, you're a bit of a slob, aren't you? They're dirty and covered with blood and who knows what or who else.”

You deadpanned. 

“What if… what if you stayed here for the night?” you blurted out without thinking. You flinch at your own words.

Logan pauses with his hand on the door knob. 

“I don't exactly have my pyjamas here with me,” he says slowly. 

“I've already seen and touched you naked. What's the difference?” you hear yourself say.

What the fuck am I saying?

“I-I mean, surely I have something that can fit you,” you amend quickly. His face seems to go slack in surprise.

“Wow. You really want it, huh?” he smirks at you. 

You ignore the heat that overtakes your whole body. 

“N-never mind! Fuck off already,” you say sourly. 

“Hey, I'm just joking,” he laughs. “I can definitely stay if it helps you feel better.” He smiles at you and you feel yourself melt a little bit. 

“It… it would. Help me feel better, I mean.” 

Having him near you would help remind you that this is real, you justify. 

“Alright then,” he nods to you. “Some clothes would be great.” 

“Ah, sure, give me a second.” 

You quickly go to your wardrobe to locate the loosest pair of pants you own. He'll just have to sleep shirtless, there's no way you have a top that will fit over his broad shoulders. 

You find a dark grey pair of trackies and turn back to him. 

“Try these.”

“Thanks,” he says as he takes it from your hand.

As he moves back to the bathroom you jump into bed to wait. Your bed never felt so fucking good. 

You've barely settled under the covers when Logan reappears from the bathroom, his hair still wet and dripping down his neck. You do your best not to stare. 

He moves towards you and lifts the covers to slip into bed with you. 

This is just a sleepover, you tell yourself. Like when you have a friend over for the night.

Logan slots himself into your bed alongside you and you become suddenly aware of how small your double bed is. The frame creaks loudly from the weight of him and his Adamantium bones. 

“Comfy?” you ask.

He turns in the bed so he's facing you. A smile slowly makes its way to his face and you find you can't breathe for a second. 

“Yeah, definitely,” he murmurs. 

“Alright, sweet, g’night then,” you say quickly, turning away from him to still your beating heart. Fuck, I hope he can't hear my heart right now.

“Are you sure you're ready to sleep? Your heart is beating pretty fast,” he points out cooly. 

Mother fucker.

“So… you have heightened senses right? Kind of.. like a dog?” I'm not thinking straight, why am I trying to piss him off? 

“Thought you were going to sleep,” he grunted. The sound of his gravelly voice did something to you. But you ignored it. 

“It just kind of reminds me of those service dogs, y'know the ones that can sense when their owner is going to have a seizure? I mean, I know I don't have seizures exactly, but I guess it presents sort of like one.”

“What are you trying to say?” he asks gruffly. He doesn't like it when people compare him to dogs. You're just grateful you can't see the look on his face right now. 

“I'm just wondering how you can tell? What is it exactly that you're sensing? It's always interested me,” you say honestly. 

He grunts again and goes quiet before answering.

“I can smell it. Can't even explain what it actually smells like. But that's how I know, although it isn't always accurate.”

“That's really interesting.” And you mean it. It really is interesting… although the implications concerning his sense of smell have you a little bit paranoid… 

“So that's why I'm telling you to listen to me when I fucking tell you to stop with your powers. You could've killed yourself tonight,” he grinds out, anger in his voice. 

“Logan… you need to understand where I'm coming from. You all died tonight. Like literally, right before my very eyes, you were all dead. What do you expect me to do?” 

You feel tears pricking your eyes, the lump in your throat is choking you.

“I… I can't talk about this right now okay?” you tell him, trying to keep your voice steady. 

“Okay… okay, I'm sorry,” his voice softens. “Please, just get some sleep, okay? Guide dog’s orders.”

And just like that you're laughing again, feeling a tear running down your cheek to your pillow. You were so grateful to have him in your life. You were also grateful he couldn't see you crying right now. 

“Alright, g'night, puppy,” you tease.

“‘Night,” he says softly. 

A minute passes and you can already feel yourself starting to drift off. You smile to yourself, knowing that you have your own personal “service animal” to keep you safe tonight.

[aezuria]

*ੈ✎ everybody talks!

"it started with a whisper, and that was when i kissed her!" —neon trees

note: fun fact this was supposed to be titled friends by chase atlantic but then i started going for a cliche hs romance vibe cause i went and listened to a 90s playlist um ANYWAYS @hopelesslyromanticshark HEYYY TWIN SURPRISE MAYBE?? IT WAS ME ALL ALONG 😈😈 ps this doubles as my apology for the pronunciation confusion FORGET I EVER STARTED THAT

content: leo valdez x reader, childhood best friends to lovers, mortal au; oneshot, 4.3k words

warnings: jealousy, little bit of angst (typical teenage drama 🙄), like one mention of not wanting to live, cursing, google translated spanish, lots of pov switches (my bad 😓), vague spoilers for the ballad of songbirds and snakes (like two lines abt it), clumsy confessions, denial (is it really denial if you just suck at feelings??)

"that was supposed to be my ice cream!" you marched up to a curly-headed boy, face scrunched up in childish anger. your parents were too busy catching up with friends to notice that you had strayed off.

said curly-headed boy turned to the sound of a shrill voice, his eyes meeting a pouty face with cheeks red in the summer heat. he raised the cone in his hand a bit higher. "this one?"

you nodded eagerly, hoping he was going to give it to you. "yeah!" you stretched out your hand to grab it from him, but the boy pulled it away at the last second.

he smiled mischievously, dimples flashing as he stuck his tongue out and licked a stripe up the stacked swirls of ice cream. "too bad!"

you gasped at the utter audacity of the other child, your bottom lip starting to tremble. one sniffle. two. soon, you were downright bawling on the sidewalk. the boy’s jaw dropped, his feet taking panicked little steps in place as he looked around.

"hey! hey, you can't cry! i'll ask my mama to buy you one!" he squeaked, trying to comfort you. he patted your back, which was quite hard to do with him bouncing around and holding an ice cream cone.

your sobs were quickly reduced into a sniffle as you blinked at him. "..really? and you're not gonna steal it this time?"

he nodded enthusiastically. "yep! i mean, no! i won't steal it!" he took your hand and ran to his mom, dragging you along.

you ran behind him, your tears replaced with excitement at the newly promised ice cream.

"mama!" the boy called out, stopping in front of a kind-looking woman who looked just like him. "meet my new friend!"

you smiled a bit shyly at the lady, giving her a wave.

she returned the gesture with a smile of her own, before facing the boy with a slight frown. "leo! sus padres podrían estar buscándola! did you ask her parents if she was allowed to go with you?" she chided, pinching his ear lightly.

leo cried out as his mother pinched his ear, even though he barely felt it. "no..! but le debo un helado!" he whined, shaking your interlocked hands for effect. "can you buy her one mama? pleaseee?"

she sighed in defeat, giving into two pairs of puppy eyes. "alright, alright. but we find her parents first, okay? what's your name?" she gave you a little wink, taking your other hand.

"i'm y/n!" you said with a bright smile as she agreed to get you a new ice cream. "my mommy and daddy are over there!" you pointed to a spot not too far from where you stood.

leo's mom nodded, leading your little trio in the direction you said. soon enough, you were reunited with your parents, who gave you a gentle scolding and thanked her. she explained the situation between you and leo, at which all the parents laughed at, much to your confusion. what was so funny about getting your (well, not exactly yours but you had your eyes on it, so, it was technically yours) ice cream stolen?

whatever, at least you got it at the end of the day—and a new friend!

ever since then, the two of you stuck together like glue. if elementary school teachers tried to separate you? either of you would throw a hissy fit. if your high school teachers tried to separate you? either of you would make up some elaborate bullshit about how well you guys work together and how productive the two of you would be (you were sure they never believed it, but they paired up the both of you anyway).

"like i know she probably didn’t get enough love as a child or something but does she have to take it out on her students? why even be a teacher?” you waved your hand in the air, the mess of papers on the desk long forgotten.

"exactly, like she really needs therapy." leo took his bite-ridden pencil out of his mouth to add a point.

"totally,” you agreed. “too bad it’s so expensive, otherwise-“

a cough behind you made you and leo turn around, already dreading the punishment about to befall you. you smile sheepishly at your history teacher, who had her arms crossed. "another word and i'll send you two to detention, you hear?"

the both of you shut your mouths and nodded in sync, waiting until she turned around to whisper. "she's feeling merciful today."

"detention!"

guess not.

you slumped against the desk, resting your head against your arms and sighed loudly. the teacher in charge of detention for the day gave you a glare, turning the page to his boring book about finance or something. you rolled your eyes once he looked away, and looked up at the clock. five more minutes.

you tapped a message on the desk, the morse code leo forced you to learn coming in handy once again. i'm so bored.

leo's head perked up from the similar slouch he was in. me too.

i'm coming over. you rapped your finger against the smooth wood. you were hungry just thinking about him and his mom's tacos. if you didn't know how much leo wanted to be a mechanic, you'd probably beg him to open a restaurant.

a little forward aren't you? he drummed his fingers back, raising his eyebrow.

just as you were about to reply, you were cut off with a "shh!" from the teacher, who then looked at his watch. he gave it a scowl, but motioned for the two of you to leave. "you're free to go."

the two of you raced to the door, eager to get out of the stuffy classroom.

"oh my gosh i thought he was never gonna let us leave!" you groaned, tugging on your backpack straps as you walked home with leo.

"i know! can't believe he wasted our precious hanging out time like that!" leo scoffed, nudging you with his shoulder.

you laughed, shoving him back. "exactly!"

the two of you walked in peaceful silence, up until leo tapped you on the shoulder and shouted, "tag, you're it!" and ran off ahead.

who runs with a backpack on? you didn't care, chasing after him and trying to get him. "not fair!" you yelled.

sprinting all the way, you made it to his house, panting and out of breath. as he leaned against the doorway, you smacked him upside the head. "you're it."

you didn't want to spend your friday afternoon doing extra work, but leo wanted the help and who were you to deny him? you knew it'd probably end up with the two of you on the couch, curled up next to each other and watching a (usually) pirated movie.

"so," leo started. you two were sprawled on your stomachs, doing homework on his wooden floor.

"what is it now?" you exhaled with exaggeration, not looking up from your book. your english teacher had said to read two chapters, but was that really enough? you were too invested, completely forgetting that you were supposed to help him analyze it.

"..wanna take a break?" he was already getting to his feet, looking down at you with a cheeky glint in his eyes.

you pretended to think. "hm, i don't know... shakespeare's getting really interesting..." you shrugged and turned back to your book.

leo pouted. "seriously!? he just spews random bullshit and everyone thinks its poetic!"

you kicked his foot, not letting the insult slide. "you know what? now i'm really not gonna take a break."

"oh come on! if i make you birria tacos will you come with me? my mom's been simmering the meat since earlier," he bargained, waggling his eyebrows.

"..maybe."

"holy shit." you moaned in bliss as you took a bite of one of the tacos leo had so kindly prepared. he chuckled at your reaction, it was the same every time he made it.

he grinned proudly, taking his plate from the coffee table and setting it on his lap. "good, right?" he switched on the tv, resting his other arm on the back of the couch.

you let out an unintelligible noise of agreement, mouth stuffed. you swallowed. "can we watch the new hunger games movie?"

he hummed, taking out his laptop and searching for it on some illegal website. "again? we already watched it in the theaters."

you rolled your eyes. "yes, again. it's my turn to pick."

his lips quirked up the slightest. "yeah, yeah." he clicked on the movie, connected his laptop to the tv and pressed play.

the two of you were watching intently as coriolanus snow kissed lucy gray like a starved man.

"goddamn," you breathed out.

"i know." leo nodded, his eyes flicking to you for a moment. your legs were folded under the blanket you guys shared. during the duration of the movie, the two of you had somehow huddled closer together, probably due to the cold, he thought. his arm was now over your shoulder, your knees touching his.

he felt something stir in his heart. maybe it was the kissing scene, maybe it was the underlying feeling of sadness that came with winter, but god did he suddenly get overwhelmed with the feeling of wanting a girlfriend. he'd probably flirt with every girl in the world if it meant he could find true love. he suddenly felt hyper-aware of the way you were nestled in his arms, of the casual way you two touched each other. leo would love to do these things in a romantic sense. but, not with you, of course. i mean, you were his bestest friend, it'd be weird to think otherwise.

your heart fluttered wildly as you played it cool, not letting the way his legs were intwined with yours affect you. you didn't know exactly when you started feeling this way, all you knew was that something about his touch never failed to send you sparks of fire.

but fire burns.

you heard leo suck in a breath. "you know your friend alicia?"

you froze, the butterflies in your stomach turning into ash. "yeah, she's my friend, 'course i'd know her."

"great, so you wouldn't mind setting me up with her, right?" he winked at you, tugging at the ends of your hair.

you bit your tongue, mood dampening. why did he always have to ruin the moment by asking about some other girl? i mean, am i not enough or something? "..i'll think about it."

he frowned. usually you'd agree right away. "is that a yes?"

"i told you i'd think about it, now can we just watch?" you turned back to the tv, eyes looking but not seeing.

leo didn't seem to get the hint, still pushing the topic. "why think? it's not like you haven't done it before! are you really not gonna help your best friend out?"

"maybe i'm really not," you said sarcastically. it was getting more and more difficult to keep the irritation from your voice, and he was already starting to notice.

"whoa, okay, what're you so mad about?" he took his arm off your shoulder, turning to face you directly. "did i say something wrong?"

"nope."

he took your sardonic tone as your usual sarcasm and kept prodding. "okay... so you'll help me then? i mean, that's all you're for! you don't wanna be my best friend and do your job?" he laughed, poking fun at you like usual. but the feeling in your gut twisted his offhand comment in a way that hurt.

"if you're just gonna keep me around to set you up with a bunch of girls then maybe i don't want to be your friend anymore!" you snapped, agitation finally breaking the thin mask of patience you had.

leo set down his empty plate on the table, needing to give his hands something to do. "i was just- you know that's not why you're my friend!" he chuckled incredulously.

you stayed silent, letting his words dissolve in the air.

his eyebrows furrowed at your lack of response, as if trying to decipher the finality of your words. "you don't.. you don't mean that do you?"

"maybe i do." you stood up, the blanket falling off your legs. you grabbed your backpack, a reminder of what you guys were supposed to be working on.

leo quickly followed suit, springing to his feet and speeding after you as you walked towards the front door. "wait! i was just kidding! c'mon we can talk about this!" a hint of desperation seeped into his voice as he grabbed your wrist.

"we already did." you shot him a glare over your shoulder. he froze. he'd never seen that aimed at him. playful irritation, sure, but never that. not to him. his hand dropped your arm in shock, and you took your leave.

"i said, are you trying to kill me!?" the tv was still on.

the walk to school was quiet without leo, that you'd admit. you even got up a half hour early just so you wouldn't see him. yeah, it was a little petty, but you weren't exaggerating in your words. he had other friends, you had other friends—you're choosing to ignore the fact that half of them were mutual—you guys would be fine without each other. especially you.

except you forgot the fact that you guys were seated next to each other for nearly all your classes. that was awkward. everyone around you sensed the tension in the air, with you pointedly looking away from leo, at the board, and him trying to do the same. you could feel his leg shake the table as he bounced his knee, as well as the side glances he gave you.

even so, you continued to ignore him and the stupidly cute way his lips pursed into a frown. you weren't getting over it that easy.

leo fucked up. like, seriously fucked up. he hasn't fucked up this bad since.. well, since his invention quite literally blew up in his face. but this? this was like your friendship figuratively blew up in his face! and it felt even worse. he took a deep breath, rolling over in his bed with his blanket half-off. he brought the fabric up to his nose, inhaling the faint scent of your perfume that had stayed since last friday. without you, his thoughts felt louder than usual. they ran free in his mind, ranging from what should i eat for dinner? to god, did i mess up our whole friendship? was i taking her for granted when i kept asking her for relationship advice? why did i even do that? i didn't even really like any of those girls. what's wrong with me?

he curled up into a ball, squeezing the blanket to his chest and burying his face in it. leo willed himself to cry, but no tears would come. the overwhelming feeling in his chest had no way to escape. his heart thumped heavily, each painful beat reminding him of why he should've never been allowed to live.

"...and that's why you should- hey! are you even listening?" piper frowned, raising an eyebrow at leo, who was picking at his food.

he didn't answer, too busy moving the gross cafeteria food around his tray as he drooped against the table.

"okay, i know that you've got your little lover's quarrel with y/n, but you've gotta stop sulking and start doing." piper crossed her arms, eyeing him with a very unimpressed look. "did you seriously not hear a word i said? talk to her! apologize! it's been a week already!"

leo groaned, his head resting in his arms. “i know! and- wait did you just say ‘lover’s quarrel!?’��� his head shot up, face feeling warm all of a sudden. “pipes, she’s just a friend! like you!”

piper gave him a disbelieving hum. “‘just a friend’ my ass! everyone can see how you look at her!” that’s why all the girls you make her set you up with never go on a second date.

leo genuinely looked confused. “what? i look at her normally, what are you talking about?”

jason, who was silent throughout the whole exchange, chortled a laugh. the two whipped their heads to him, the sudden noise from him surprising. "are you serious? leo, i don't think even i'm that oblivious!" he shared a look with piper that only the two would understand. ugh. another couple thing leo feels he'll never get.

leo's eye twitched. "oblivious about what? y/n's my best friend, i don't see what's so weird about that!"

the pair sighed. "you'll get it one day," jason said firmly, clapping him on the shoulder with solemn resolution.

"okay..?"

a whole week. leo had never gone without talking to you for a whole week! this was driving him insane! yeah, he knew you were mad at him and by default, he was supposed to be mad at you, but it was too much! next period, leo thought resolutely. i'll get her to talk to me next period. which just so happened to be his last period because although he had been thinking of this the whole day, he was too nervous to confront you earlier. he took a deep breath in and walked into chemistry class.

fate must hate him. or maybe his science teacher. right when when he slipped into his seat beside you, she clasped her hands together and cleared her throat. "class! today were going to be switching seats!" leo swore he saw her look at him as he said that. what did he ever do to her!? his heart sunk as he realized he might not sit next to you anymore. surely the teacher's gonna keep us together? i mean, they've all done that since like, the start of the year! she won't be any different.. right?

oh he was so wrong. leo pouted in his spot at the back of the class, watching you from across the room as you chatted it up with some jock. why is she being so smiley!? isn't she supposed to be mad? i mean, yeah, she's only mad at me, but doesn't that mean she's supposed to be grumpy in general!? why am i the only one who looks affected by this!?

the girl next to him cleared her throat, snapping him out of his thoughts. "uh, we need to start the experiment," she said without emotion, as if the mere action of talking to him was boring. seriously, why did everyone hate him today? it's not like they know anything that happened!

"oh.. right." leo took his notebook out and set it to the side, moving the vials to the center of the desk. he felt the girl's stare dig into his side, like she was looking at him with disdain. leo sighed. this was going to be a long period.

how did leo even end up here? parties weren't really his thing. he only came because he heard that you'd be here, but you were nowhere to be seen. leo leaned against a wall, trying not to look like a complete loser as he stood by himself. he took out his phone, navigating to his trusty weather app. where were you? if not you, then jason and piper? even percy or annabeth would do! they're probably each hooking up in a bathroom or something.. he thought with a grimace, trying to get the mental picture out of his head. leo wandered around with a cup of fanta, hoping to see you in the crowd.

you sipped from your red solo cup, the bubbly taste of soda delightfully stinging your tongue. this party's kinda boring... it'd be more fun with- you cut off your thoughts with a shake of your head. whatever. you had girl friends you could hang out with. as you made your way to them, a tap on your shoulder got your attention.. is it..? you turned around. it wasn't. you ignored the feeling in your stomach and smiled at the familiar—but not familiar enough—face of your new seatmate.

"oh hey! i didn't know you were coming!" you greeted with a smile.

he laughed, raising his eyebrow. "you think i'd miss this? i mean, look at me!" he gestured to himself quite vainly. "i throw these kinds of parties!"

you chuckled, nodding along to be polite. "uh, yeah, for sure!"

the both of you fell into an awkward silence that seemed to stretch out for forever.

leo spotted you across the room, the chatter around him seeming to die down as he saw you with that guy. i mean, seriously, he wasn't even your type! and, he'd know your type! like, weren't you guys just talking shit about jason's football friends? you could do so much better. like.. like me. leo's eyes widened. holy fuck. that's it! the feeling in his chest was akin to tightening the last screw of his project. the words his two friends had said to him earlier came rushing back with sudden clarity. they day he finally got it was sooner than expected. with a determined blaze in his heart, he slipped through the crowd and made his way to you.

you took the lull in your conversation as a sign to go to your other friends. "so, i'm gonna-"

"hey, i was going to-" he started.

the both of you stopped mid-sentence after speaking at the same time. you guys laughed it off, with you waving off his muttered apology.

"you can go first," you said, dipping your head at him to continue.

he cleared his throat, looking into your eyes intently. "well, i was wondering if you'd wanna go ou-"

"y/n!" leo strode up to you as if the fight between the two of you had never happened.

your face scrunched up in confusion, too perplexed to remember that you were supposed to be ignoring him. "leo? what are you-" he cut you off, directing his words to the other guy.

"hey, sorry if i interrupted something, but i gotta talk to y/n for a sec," leo flashed his teeth, mischievous dimples showing.

the jock's eyes widened as he took a step back. "oh.. oh, my bad man! i didn't think you guys were- are you really?" he laughed with obvious embarrassment, shaking his head as he retreated. "guess so.." he muttered under his breath as he faded into the crowd.

leo's hand slipped around your waist as he weaved the both of you in between people. his jaw was clenched, a sight you've only seen when he was concentrated on one of his many inventions. "what the hell are you doing?" you repeated your question, ignoring the way his touch sent familiar sparks down your spine. you shied away from it, half to push away your feelings and the other to keep up your fight out of pure pettiness.

his hand twitched as you moved away, his eyes narrowing as he stared straight ahead. but leo made no move to grab you again, ever the gentleman. "just come with me. please."

his tone itself was enough to make you listen to him without question. never had you seen him so.. serious. you found yourselves in an empty guest room, music thumping softly behind the walls.

"y/n," leo murmured, finally speaking as he turned around. his eyes were shifty, looking everywhere but directly into yours. you could see the way he chewed on the inside of his lip, as if rehearsing the words he had yet to say.

"i- i don't want you to talk to that guy." he blurted out after a beat of silence. his cute face wasn't enough to distract you from his words, however.

"excuse me?" you stared at him, your rose-tinted glasses shattering immediately.

leo shifted on his feet, realizing how off-putting he sounded. "not- not like that! sorry, i mean like-" he swallowed thickly, his leg starting to bounce.

"fuck i really suck at this, huh?" he muttered under his breath, before daring to look into your eyes.

"i mean i want you to talk to me instead because.. i like you. i want to be the one you talk to, like we used to. but- more than that because i like like you." he fumbled over his words, trailing off at the end as his eyes dipped down once again.

what? you opened your mouth to answer but he beat you to it to continue.

"i'm really sorry for how i acted like a jerk. and taking you for granted and making you set me up with practically every girl you knew. to tell you the truth, i don't know why i did that, 'cause i never really like any of 'em. or i thought i did and then i just, didn't and-" he would've rambled on forever if you hadn't cut him off with a kiss.

you heard him squeak in the back of his throat, hands tensing at his sides before gingerly wrapping around your waist, as if he was scared of messing up again. the both of you pulled away after a soft minute, his disbelieving eyes staring back at your playful expression. boy, did he miss the way you looked at him like that.

"took you long enough." you laughed, hitting his shoulder lightly. "better not make me set you up with anyone ever again."

his face broke into a wide grin, never faltering even as you punched him. he brought you back into his arms, hugging you tightly. "the only person i'd want to be set up with is you." he drew back only slightly, his hands trailing up your body until he cupped your face, squishing your cheeks gently. "so? will you let me take you on a date?"

your smile was one that rivaled the sun, one he'd like to center his world around forever. "are you kidding? obviously!"

the kiss he gave you after was one you'd remember forever.

("twenty bucks jason, pay up!" piper whispered, peering through the crack in the door.

"..fuck.")

[freedomfireflies]

It’s been a while since we checked in on Mr & Mrs Hey soul sister and their baby girl.

🥹🥹🥹 you're so right!!! THIS IS SUPER QUICK BUT THIS IS HOW THEY ARE!!! 😭💞

“Oh? Where’d she go? Where’d Layla go? Aaa! There she is!”

Layla laughs – a rather wet laugh – as her daddy disappears behind his hands only to pop back out with glee.

You smile from your spot on the sofa, watching your two favorite people in the entire world make each other giggle.

“I can’t believe she’s getting so big,” he muses, grinning wildly when she takes hold of his finger and refuses to let go.

“I know,” you agree, a melancholy ripple in your chest. “She’s already turning into a Mr. Hey Soul Sister 2.0.”

He smirks, glancing over her face. “Damn right she is. I knew she’d be a Daddy’s girl.”

“Well, she’s not the first,” you retort teasingly, to which he chuckles.

“Is that right?”

“Mhm.”

“Aw, now you’re gonna make me feel bad. Have I been neglecting my best girl?”

Your eyes roll but you can't help feeling slightly enamored. “Ha, ha. Very funny. All right, can you please take your daughter to bed now? I let her stay up an extra five minutes, but she’s gotta go down.”

Harry begins to pout, instantly pulling her from her mat to clutch her against his chest protectively. “Five more minutes.”

Laughing, you say, “Harry, come on—”

“Please,” he nearly whines, pressing his cheek to her forehead. “We’ll both be so good. Won’t make a peep and then we’ll go down.”

Your glare is playful. “You said that five minutes ago.”

“…yeah, well, now I mean it.”

“Harry!”

“What?”

Your head shakes. “Come on, we both know how grumpy she gets if she doesn’t get enough sleep.”

Feigning a wounded gasp, he holds her closer. “You take that back. She is a perfect angel, and she would never throw a hissy fit or chuck things at my head.”

“Be that as it may," you retort, although you can't help giggling at the memory, "she’s sleepy, and she needs to go down, all right? I know it hurts, but you can play with her tomorrow.”

Harry glances over to see Layla mid-yawn, and he smiles gleefully at the way her one bottom tooth shimmers from behind her lip. “All right, fine. What Mommy wants, Mommy gets.”

You smirk again at the nickname before he’s taking the small child toward her bedroom, disappearing into the darkness to tuck her into her crib.

And it's then that it hits you. This moment, this relationship. How happy you are to be in your home, with your husband, and your precious child. How a night of drunken mistakes has led you into the best chapter of your entire life.

How grateful you are to him for everything he's given you.

When Harry returns to the living room, this is how he finds you. With tears in your eyes that are mercilessly beginning to slip down your cheeks.

Instantly his expression drops, and he rushes forward, hand pressing to your jaw lovingly. “Hey, hey. What’s wrong? What happened?”

Sniffling, you press yourself into his palm. “I just…I love you. So much. And I love her. She’s so beautiful. And so are you. And I just...I feel so lucky. I'm so happy, H—”

He takes a seat beside you and quickly pulls you into his embrace, burying your face in his chest as he whispers, “I know. I know, baby. Me, too. M’so goddamn lucky to have you two in my life.”

You fist his shirt in the same way Layla does. “I love you, Har. So much.”

He presses his lips to the crown of your head. “I love you, darling. More than anything in the world.”

You smile softly, allowing your eyes to flutter shut as you indulge in his touch. And it's perfect, this moment.

“...even though you gave our daughter shit taste in music,” he adds, and you laugh as you lightly swat at him, now feeling much better.

“She has excellent taste," you argue. "She knows the difference between a good song and whatever the hell the music you listen to is.”

“Oh, is that right?”

“It is.”

“Sure, okay,” he snorts before taking a beat. “At least we know she likes Fleetwood Mac. Otherwise, that could have been a disaster.”

“Oh, we would have had to disown her.”

"Absolutely."

You both smile at the thought before he gently tilts your head back to meet your eye.

“Can I tell you a secret?” he whispers.

“Always.”

“…I’m starting to think Gimme, Gimme, Gimme is better than Dancing Queen.”

Gasping, you sit up. “Oh, yes. I knew it, I fucking knew it. See? Do you see?”

Harry laughs. "I already regret this—”

“You regret having good taste? Well, I guess that checks out.” You place yourself on his lap, knees on either side of his hips while he holds you steady. “You have made some questionable choices in your career.”

“Oh, have I?” His smile is smug as he looks up at you. 

“You have. And then you met me. You’re welcome.”

He laughs, and it’s so beautifully full of life. “I guess I never thanked you properly.”

“No. No you did not.”

He leans forward, lips just barely ghosting across yours until your breath hitches. “Then by all means...allow me to fix that.”

You can’t help the excitable tremor in your chest as you kiss your husband. The love of your life and the father of your beautiful baby girl. “Yeah?”

He smirks, arm looping around your back.

“Yeah.”

~ Mr. & Mrs. Hey Soul Sister pt. 1

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[romulusfuckingroy]

no because imagine being roman roy, spending your whole life hearing how useless and fucked up and broken you are from both your dad and your siblings, growing up knowing you’ll never amount to anything.

and then the unthinkable happens. your brother fucks up. loses his claim to the throne. you’re suddenly in pole position to take over… you think, until your sister who’s not even in the fucking company reveals that it’s her.

okay, fine, it’s not like you don’t know your sister is smarter than you are, it’s fine. except… then she loses it, and your dad gives it to some outsider, some random woman from a completely different company. it starts to feel like he’s sort of desperate to give it to anyone but you.

the woman quits after some events that you get the sparknotes of while flying home from being held fucking hostage. someone has to go to prison, and it’s your brother for some fucking reason. you’re alone again. so maybe…?

but no, your dad’s just calling you to tell you to go find your sister. he asks you if she’s solid, he trusts you to make that determination, and you say yes because you love her. so it’s suddenly her again.

and then the unthinkable happens again. your siblings decide to rebel. this is your one fucking shot. but suddenly they’re goading you into joining them, and you… agree, because you fucking love them, fuck, you really do. no matter how many times it fucks you over, you love them like a dog loves the child that keeps pulling its tail.

(when you get to your dad’s hideout he tells you that the heir will be you if you abandon them right now. you have no evidence for or against this. you’re starting to feel like he’s just dangling it in front of you to get you to do what he wants. (you’re right, but you’re not quite aware enough to fully realize it.))

so… it’s none of you, and that’s… fine. the world doesn’t end. time goes on. you decide that teaming up is kind of… nice. you have plans, real fucking solid plans. except… your siblings swerve sideways and start specifically trying to fuck over your dad instead of just… working together to build something.

they goad you into it, obviously. they’ve always had the ability to make you do things you don’t want to do. except for one factor that’s out of their control…

dad says he needs you. you. roman.

so you’re back on team dad. he was right the whole time anyway. and he respects your opinions (you believe), like with mencken. you’re ideologically allied (he’s indoctrinated you).

he dies when you send him one fucking lousy voicemail about how shitty it felt firing your… your… gerri.

your dad is dead. your dad is dead and the last thing he ever told you to do was fire gerri. which… which you did, so at least you can rest easy knowing it was you, you were the best child after all, he finally saw you deserved the company.

except kendall’s name has a line through/under it, and you’re not fucking mentioned. fucking greg is mentioned, but not you.

you tell yourself shiv’s right. it’s crossed out. you tell yourself that for a different reason than she does. you were so sure it was gonna be you. after everything he fucking put you through. it had to be you, right?

deep down you’re sure it’s an underline. and you’ve never felt more useless. more like a manmade mistake.

you can fucking be like dad, though. you fucking fire two senior women- one of them gerri, again. you let kendall do whatever the fuck his manic ass is up to- dad seemingly trusted him, so fuck it. you try to tank the deal with matsson, because you can do this. you can run waystar. you always fucking could. fuck anyone who says different.

you put your reputation and waystar’s prestige on the line for a fascist presidential candidate, because that’s something you and dad agreed on. that’s when you felt like he was actually fucking proud of you. shiv throws a hissy fit, but fuck her, okay, she’ll never fucking understand the bond you had with dad. no one can.

you… make a bad call. well- you don’t make a bad call, everyone thinks you made a bad call. mencken deserves to win! why is it such a big fucking deal?! you’re on top of the world, about to deliver a banging eulogy and swoop in and take the company from matsson’s grubby little hands.

and then your uncle speaks. and then you get up to speak. and then you cry. and fucking kendall logan roy gets up there and delivers a better speech than you ever could. and then so does siobhan.

you find out mencken betrayed you. your brother tells you you fucked everything up, and he’s not joking around like usual. you think about that fucking piece of paper, that fucking line. well, fuck this. you get beat up a bit for old times sake and then fuck off to barbados.

but they find you there. they beg and plead for you to come back, to vote with them, they need you. you’re with your mom in barbados, finally having time to just… breathe and think, and your siblings come back and try to goad you into coming back, into putting everything you are on the line once again, for fucking kendall’s benefit alone, pretty much.

…

you go with them. they’ve always had the ability to make you do things you don’t want to do. especially when you try to back out- come on, gerri’s there for god’s sake- and your brother pulls you close like a boa constrictor and hurts you the way you like it until you yield.

you get why his name was (you believe) underlined. it was never you. never.

because you’re roman roy, and there’s something really fucking wrong with you, and there always will be.

[rizatouchesthewalls]

everyone who writes and supports miles smut can block me, that includes 42 btw.

PLEASE SHARE THIS TO ANYONE WHO SUPPORTS AGED UP MINORS (SPECIFICALLY MILES MORALES)

TW: BELOW THE CUT IS DISCUSSION OF P//DO, UNDERAGE CONTENT. (I don’t go too far into detail but I know some people have been affected by it).

elaboration on why aging up (for sexual purposes) is bad

miles is canonically 15 and dont even pull that “he’s aged up” shit with me cause you know damn well on aged up fanfics they use pictures of CANON MILES. so its pretty obvious u have the teen in your mind. and you know what the ones that are around his age are annoying too but it doesnt put nearly of a bad taste in my mouth as the GROWN ASS ADULTS who make that shit.

and btw dont go and say “oh, it’s hormones and plus miles has hormones” and to that i have to say:

1. if you are a child who likes miles like that, fine, deal with that shit in private tho. you posting s*xual content of a minor is catering to creepy adults online

2. if you’re an adult saying that shit then i can say nothing less that you have the mindset of a groomer. You’re not very far from the mfs who say that “teenage girls are at their ripe age at 16.” you as an adult SHOULD NOT be using teenagers having hormones to your advantage and excuse. That’s disgusting.

“they’re just a fictional character” 😟 can you get a grip? go outside. Miles is a fictional character who is BUILT and DESIGNED to look like a teenager. And astv aint that unrealistic that you can say he’s ambiguous. He’s not. And even if he was he does activities that I do as a teen—I go to high school, I’m nervous about my future—miles is literally a relatable teen, as he was designed to be.

“Then stop looking for the smut posts.” I DONT NEED TO! It infiltrates my ASTV tag and at times the Hobie Brown tags too. You act like your tags aren’t public. If someone wanted to read a Miles fic that was normal fluff they would have to scroll through some smut too!

anyway thats all and dont even both coming up in my comments and reposts throwing a hissy fit you niggas r weird asf and can block me. maybe then id see less weird shit on my tag page. do us all a favor and log off.

+ Update: His ages from any other media isn’t a valid excuse. If you were clearly writing for canon adult miles you wouldn’t have astv miles as the icons and astv as the tag.

+ Update: Miles is CANONICALLY 15 in the first movie, and somewhere in the last movie he was YOUNGER. As mentioned above, mentioning other media as an excuse is bs when in the movies your writing for (itsv, atsv) he’s clearly a minor.

+ The thing that pisses me off the most is how ya’ll act like the people who are uncomfortable are weird. Are you not writing s*xual content about a 15 year old on a daily basis? please.

+ Fiction DOES affect reality. Why do you think people have nightmares after horror? Why does a sad film make people cry? Why does a deep movie change perspective?

+ In the scene where Miles argues with his parents, he says something along the lines of “I’m 15!!!” So if you think he’s not underage, you either didn’t pay attention or don’t have google. Plus what 18 year old discusses college that late? (without any other discussions prior?)

+ if you like little boys stop tryna hide that you like little boys it makes you even more manipulative and gross. no but in all seriousness telling minors that behavior is okay has gotta be SOME form of grooming on a more subtle scale. sorry if that’s too bold for ya’ll but as someone who’s been tricked into thinking content like this was okay when I was younger, I can confirm that this isn’t okay.

+ If to prove character that’s canonically a minor isn’t one you have to pull up seven different source materials that barely correlate to the one you write for, that character is still a fucking minor! It’s giving “she’s actually 3000!!!” when she looks 8.

yeah. kay bye!!!

[thedoctorsthings]

Power to the king | MYG chapter 3.

Okay change of plans. Drama is coming next chapter. I thought it was time to give our characters a moment to feel good, so enjoy some fluff. and yes, hnefatafl is a real ancient scandinavian game, look it up.

content warning: none

fluff, idiots in love (they have no idea), a bit of angst as well because i'm still me.

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It's been a few weeks since the king’s outburst. The morning after when you were mulling over the night before over breakfast, you remembered something his father had said. In the moment you hadn’t really noticed because you were too busy being angry over what the king had said to you, or more correctly, about you. He had said that the reason you hadn’t been blessed with child was something Yoongi did. Since this realisation you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it. What could that mean? What had Yoongi done that would be able to call the wrath of the gods over him? He wasn’t the nicest person, that was for sure, but he didn’t seem like a man to commit war crimes or something along those lines. You decided you would ask the one person that might answer.

You knocked on his doors: “come in��, his youthful voice sounded. You pushed open the door as quiet as possible. You didn’t know why, there was no reason to be quiet, but something about this castle made you feel like you had to. Every person here seemed to be walking on eggshells constantly. “Ah, my princess, or maybe I shouldn’t say ‘my’. I might cause our future king to throw a hissy fit”. “Good morning, your highness”, you laughed. Jungkook got up from the desk he’d been sitting at. He turned to the window and pointed: “I think there’s a fox’ nest in front of my window. I’ve got half a mind to steal one of the cubs to keep as a pet”, he smiled. “I don’t think the mother would just let you get away with that”, you said while peering out the window to catch a glimpse of the nest. “I can fight”, Jungkook retaliated. “I’d have to take her side Jungkook, a mother shouldn’t have to give up her children for your pleasure”, you tease the young prince. “alright, alright missy, why are you here?” You laugh at the nickname: “I have a question”. “shoot”. “A few weeks ago, at dinner when your father got angry because I’m not pregnant yet, he said something about something Yoongi did. He said it’s the reason we don’t have a child yet. What was that about?” Jungkook’s face darkened and for a second there was nothing left of the funny, joking Jungkook you had come to know. “I can’t tell you that story, it’s not my place”. You didn’t really know what to say to that so you just waited. The seriousness of his words hung between you two. “If you really want an answer you should ask my mother, besides I’m too young to really remember”. You nodded and lest the room.

Outside Jungkook’s door you nearly bumped into your husband who had apparently been standing quite close to the door. “What were you giggling about in there? I could hear you from across the hall”, he says with his cold voice. When you look up into his eyes you expect to see anger, but instead you’re met with a soft sort of concern. “I could ask you what you were giggling about with that maid as well”, you snarled before walking away. Yoongi sighed. He was starting to fear you would never get past this. He knocks on his brother’s door, but doesn’t wait for an answer before barging in. “What was that about?” Jungkook barely looks up: “she just had some questions about the castle, don’t worry about it”.

That night after dinner you decide to visit the queen. From you limited conversation with Yoongi you had learned that the queen slept until noon and then went to bed past midnight. You had barely spoken to the queen, except for one time on your wedding day, but that day had gone by in such a haze that you barely remembered what her face looked like. You knew she had poor health, that her bones were frail and her skin thin. She spent her days inside and in her bed. You complained about being stuck, but you could barely stand to imagine being married to the king and having to stay in bed all day. It sounded like torture. At dinner you had already been even less at ease than you normally were, but now that you were standing in front of her door you felt like your knees might give out any moment. You took a deep breath and knocked on the thick wooden door. It took a while for an answer to come and in the mean time you noticed the door was decorated with beautiful woodcarving. The scene was a that of a mother bear and her cubs. Finally a weak voice called: “come in”. You slowly walked into the room. The queen was laying on her bed leaning on a dozen pillows. Her silky black hair cascaded over them like a lake in the moonlight. The moon shone over her face through the window and it gave her a ghostly look. She looked like one gust of wind might carry her out of the window and send her floating into the sun. years later you would be telling your children this really happened.

“Ah, my daughter in law, how nice to finally meet you. Properly at least”, she smiled at you, and you felt all the tension leave your body. How could such a soft woman be married to such a beast. She gestured to the wooden chair next to her bed and you sat down. “You’re a beautiful girl, how is my son treating you?” She looked so much like Yoongi it was uncanny. You should probably count yourself lucky that he didn’t look this much like his father. However, the answer to her question was hard to find. For a moment you stared at the stone floor before the queen answered for you. “He’s not the most loving husband, is he? I know my son”. You looked up and smiled at her: “No he’s not, but I find it hard to describe him”. After this a torrent of words came flowing out of you. You told her about everything you had been through with Yoongi. How he had treated you, how you had treated him and about the maid. At the story of the maid her face contorted into a scowl: “I should teach that boy some manners, he’s been under the influence of his father too much since I’ve gotten sick”. At the end you had arrived at that night a couple weeks ago. When the king had lashed out at you for not being pregnant yet. When you asked your question about what Yoongi had done the queen was quiet for a long while. “Yoongi had an older brother once. He was only a year older and when they four and five years old we went on a picknick outside the castle. We were eating close to a river, a river with wild currents. They were playing and I lost sight of them for only a minute, one minute to change our lives forever. I don’t know exactly what happened because Yoongi was only four and too shocked to be able to tell the story clearly, but from what I know, Yoongi had pushed his brother. It wasn’t on purpose, but that didn’t matter. It was hard enough, my oldest son fell into the river and never came out. Minjun was his name. My husband found the perfect heir in him. He was strong and loud like him, when he lost him that meant he had to settle for Yoongi as his heir. The quiet frail son he would rather forget and hide forever. I don’t think the king ever really loved Minjung. He just wanted to shape him into a younger version of him. After that day the kind turned harsh and angry. That in its turn made Yoongi cold and harsh as well. It’s not his fault, but I can’t seem to get that through to him”.

The queen’s face had turned grey while telling this story. It pained her and you felt guilty for making her relive it. “I’m sorry that I asked, I know this must not be easy to tell”. “It’s alright child, someone would have to tell you some day, and I’d rather I do it than my son”. You let the story sit in between you for a minute. You heard the crackling of the fire in her room and an owl warned intruders on his territory.  “I know my son isn’t the easiest, but I think he could open up if you give him time”.  You knew this was true, but you were so tired. Life in this castle was so exhausting and having a husband that would barely look at you didn’t make anything easier. “I don’t know if I have the skill to make that happen. Your majesty, I’m so tired”. Finally admitting this out loud loosened something in you and before you could stop yourself you noticed tears had started to stain your cheeks. The queen looked at you with an expression full of compassion. “I’m sorry, that this place has been so hard on you. I know exactly what you’re going through. This marriage was set up by the king and I’m begging you, don’t let him get to you. Don’t let that man kill you like he did me. Don’t give up, don’t let this place take the life from your eyes. It gets easier if you just give him time. Soon my daughter will come back from her education abroad and you’ll have another woman around. From day one I hoped that you would do what I couldn’t, staying strong”. You simply nodded and let the queen hold your hand for a while longer. It felt so good to finally feel cared for again. To be able to open up was something you didn’t know you needed so bad.

Instead of going straight back to your rooms after leaving the queen you decided to take a detour through the gardens. You needed time to think. The queen’s words had given you some semblance of hope. She says Yoongi could be warmed up to you, and who would now him better than his own mother? But this would require you to be nice to him, and you weren’t sure you were ready for that. He had been sneaking of with that maid, and who knows how many more there were that you didn’t see. You walk on the moonlit path between the flower bushes. As you run your hand over some flowers your mind is going a thousand miles an hour. He had humiliated you, isolated you and forced you to never show how you felt. The queen had made another good point however, this marriage wasn’t Yoongi’s idea. It had been set up by his father who you now know to have not an ounce of compassion for your husband, or anyone else for that matter. It was true that Yoongi was a man and could thus never feel as trapped as you, but he could just as well be burning with rage towards this whole ordeal. Living with a father who never forgave you for accidentally sending the brother you could never live up to into an early grave couldn’t be an easy life. When you arrive at the big oak tree you’ve made your decision. You would try to be kinder again, invite him to do things with you, and maybe even open up about your old life. If there was anything that could be done to make this life easier you would try. You might even find an ally in your husband. You could fend of his father together.

You had been standing at under the huge tree for a while when you heard an alarming sound. the sound of something heavy sweeping through the air accompanied by grunts and uneven breathing made the air in your lungs halt. You slowly round the tree, careful not to make a noise. The origin of the sounds is no other than the king. All on his own he seemed to be fighting invisible enemies, swirling his heavy sword through the air in a fury, while standing in the empty temple a couple of metres from the tree. His majesty lunges for the stone pillars one by one. He seems to be in a haze, his face contorted in genuine anger. What could possibly be the point of this? The strange sight had left you frozen in your tracks. That was until the king abruptly looked you right in the eye. You turned as quick as the wind and ran back to your rooms as quietly as you could. Although something told you that man had not seen you. He had looked right through you. You had never seen that look in a person’s eyes. There was something chilling about the empty rage you had just seen.

The next morning you wake up tired. After mulling over the possible reasons for the king’s behaviour you had finally fallen asleep, but your peace didn’t last long. Countless dreams of Yoongi pushing his brother in the river had kept you up. You had dreamt the same thing so many times that after a while it was you pushing Yoongi in the river.  You shook the sleep from your eyes and got ready for breakfast. Once you’ve taken your seat in the rough wooden chairs of the dining table you eat in silence like every day. While the king rambles about possible conflicts that could cause war you look out the huge windows of the dining table. They look out on the courtyard and on good days they bathe the cold room in sunlight. This day Yoongi is enveloped in a beam of light, and it makes him look even more hauntingly beautiful than normal. When you’re staring at your husband Jungkook speaks up. “I’m going to pick up our sister at the port today. I thought that maybe Y/N could come with me. It will be good for her to be seen among the people again”. You perk up at this idea. Every day since the festival you have yearend to walk outside of these walls again. The king barely acknowledges the suggestion and just lazily waves a hand at Yoongi, signalling that this is his decision to make; obviously not yours, you think to yourself. Yoongi stays unmoving for a second before saying: “You’re right Jungkook, that would be a good idea”. It comes out through a clenched jaw, and you don’t miss the way his hands grip his knife a bit tighter. This was getting frustrating. If he was so upset by you doing things with Jungkook then why didn’t he try to spend time with you. Did he just want you to sit patiently, doing nothing all day? Jungkook looks at you expectantly and you chirp: “I would love to meet your sister”.

You’re sitting in a carriage with Jungkook on your way to the port, and the people have been flocking together in the streets to watch you go. Jungkook had decided on an open carriage because the people had not seen the royal family in a while, and he felt they needed to seem accessible. On top of that they had not seen the princes for several months, since she had spent the winter in a far away castle, being thought how to behave like a princess. Apparently, she had had some trouble being the perfect polite princess. You had decided you liked her the minute Jungkook told you this. You wave at the people and one of them even calls your name. You’re surprised they even knew it. When you arrive at the wharf where the princess’ ship is docked the guard helps you out of the carriage. You had picked up somewhere that his name was Namjoon, he was one of the robust men you’d ever seen and normally he exclusively guarded the king, but this was apparently important enough for the king to send out one of his personal guards. Guarding the king was a great honour and as apposed to the regular guards this position could only be taken by young men of noble blood. There were two king’s guards. Namjoon’s counterpart was a friendly looking man named Hoseok.

 You thanked him and positioned yourself next to Jungkook as you waited for the princes to ascend from the ship. She appeared, accompanied by two guards and it was as if the sun shone a bit brighter. By Odin the genes in this family, they certainly did not come from the king. She gracefully walked down the plank with a serious expression on her face, but after standing in front of Jungkook for a second her face broke into a smile. “Jungkook, I’m so happy to see you!”, she exclaimed while pulling him into an enthusiastic embrace. Jungkook laughed and directed her attention towards you. “Sister, we sent you a message that Yoongi had gotten married a couple months back, I know, we didn’t think it was possible either. This is your new sister-in-law. She looks at you, smiling, and then reaches out to kiss your cheeks. This was a standard greeting in your kingdom, but no one had done it to you in so long that it almost felt foreign. “You have to tell me everything about yourself”, the princess said as she was being helped into the carriage. And so, you did. You and her talked so much on the way back that Jungkook barely managed to get a word in.

Yoongi was sitting at his desk, brooding. Not that he normally did something different, but he was brooding harder than ever. His wife was out welcoming his sister with his brother. Yoongi was sure that you liked spending time with Jungkook a million times more than you did with him. Yoongi had a wife and she hated spending time with him, and the worst part was, no one would blame you. He wouldn’t want to spend time with him either. If he had been married away to some cold, moody man in a different city he would be pissed of all the time too. Especially if that stupid man couldn’t keep it in his pants long enough to wait for him. He beat himself up over it every day. Why did he think it was a smart idea to run off with a maid. He had a wife for god’s sake and patience. He could easily have waited until you were ready, but life in this castle was so damn lonely. He had made a habit out of fooling around with staff. Not being touched by anyone since the tender age of 11 had had its toll on him, although he would never admit it. Now he was sitting here, with a wife but still alone, getting pissed of while she was of with his much more charming brother.

“Are you trying to rip of the arm rest of your chair?”, Jungkook had barged in, without knocking, of course. “Yes, I was hoping to use it to swing at you”, Yoongi said while taking his hand of the arm rest, which he had previously been gripping tightly, lost in thought. “Oh, look who woke up with a sense of humour this morning”, Jungkook chuckled before stepping further into the room. “Our sister is back. I told her to wait in the reception hall, but I’m not sure how long Y/N can hold her of”. He had barely uttered his sentence or there she was, shining in his doorway. Yoongi broke into a smile, the first real one in many months. He stood up, seconds before being engulfed in an overwhelming embrace. “Yoongi!”, his sister exclaimed while jumping in his arms. “I see they didn’t teach you appropriate greetings at that school”, he smiled. By Odin, he loved his sister. “I did very well and polite meeting your wife earlier, Jungkook tell him I did very well meeting his wife”. “She did very well meeting Y/N” So now Jungkook was calling his wife by her first name?

Later that day dinner was livelier than ever. Don’t be mistaken, the king still did very well taking down the princess’ cheer, but he never managed to get her completely quiet like he could with the rest of the castle’s inhabitants. You spend the whole evening talking to the princess and Jungkook. Yoongi, to his dismay, barely managed to say anything at all. This wasn’t because there was no time for him to force a word in. He simply didn’t know how to engage in chitter chatter like other people. Once again you were being brought to laughter by his brother instead of him, and this time there was a second sibling to prove to him how easy it was to talk to you.  When looking down at his dinner plate he made a decision. He was going to do better by you. He was going to ask you to spend time with him. He was going to ask about you and your past.

That night you’re pacing up and down your room. This whole day you had talked to people more than you ever had in this place. The arrival of the princess had made you realise something. You were capable of talking to members of this family and even form friendships with them. How much harder could Yoongi be. He was raised by the same parents. There must be something of the other two in him as well. After crossing the room a few more times you decided. You were going to his rooms and ask him to play the board game you knew he loved again. He had done accepted last time, and you were going to have to take a chance on something sometime. With all the confidence you can muster up you step to your door and resolutely open it. “Good evening”, you’re greeted by your husband’s chest. By the looks of it he had been standing unnaturally close to the door, and about to knock as well because his hand was still doltishly raised in a fist. He clears his throat before saying: “I was wondering if you wanted to play Hnefatafl again…tonight”. You take a moment to recover from the near heart attack you had just had before stuttering: “yes, yes I would”.

Once seated at your little table with the board in between you Yoongi asked: “Where were you going?” you hesitate a bit. “Uhm, to the bathroom”, you lied. After playing the game for a while in silence you decided you couldn’t take it anymore and had to say something. “Recently I visited your mother”. “Oh, what did you talk about?” Quick what was something you could’ve discussed with the queen that wasn’t as embarrassing as your crippling loneliness: “The festival and the druids’ vision”. “Of course, much to discuss on that topic”, was all Yoongi managed to get out. While he mentally cursed himself for his clumsiness you said: “When I was walking back to my rooms I ran into your father”. “Are you okay?”, Yoongi chuckled, only half joking. “I don’t think he saw me”, You left a moment of silence to look for the right words to describe what you had seen. “He was practising sword fighting I think”. “Let me guess. He was fighting air”. You looked up at him suddenly: “Yes exactly”. Yoongi sighed. “Don’t worry too much about it, he’s done it before. In fact, I’m not sure how much sanity he has left in that brain”. You played your turn before saying: “He looked at me for a moment. There was something in his eyes that shook me the core”. Yoongi looked you in the eye with a serious expression on his face. “Next time tell me. I want to make sure that man never puts his hands on you or inflicts any harm on you, and I can only do that if you tell me, the instant he does anything suspicious”. His words sent a warm feeling down your spine.

You had promised to tell him next time and a few moments later you had beat him in hnefatafl, so all in all a pretty good night. He got up and shook your hand. “That was a good game. I’ll have to come back tomorrow to restore my honour though”. You smiled: “I would like that”, and with that your husband left the room. That night you went to bed feeling good for the first time in months. There was no way for you to know, but the crown prince did the same thing.

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[sassydefendorflower]

Okay. It's been a hot second since I watched FMA and I've been meaning to revisit. BUT. Something that always got to me, watching it, was Ed and Al's youth and their relationship to the military and power? Does that... that might be too vague. But is that something you can work with?

Ohhhhhh, that is SUCH a juicy topic and I probably can't even begin to touch up on all of it... but let's get started, shall we?

Sometimes that I always deeply loved (and found horribly frustrating) is how convincing Ed and Al are written as teenagers. Genius teenagers, maybe, but teenagers nonetheless. We see this wonderfully in the very first episode of the anime, when Isaac McDougal (what a delightful name) tells them that there's something wrong with the country, that the military is involved in that, and Ed literally tells him "I don't care. You have a philosopher's stone, right?".

Like.

WOW.

Plot of the whole show could be over right then and there if Ed had only stopped to listen. But, of course, that's not what a teenager would do, especially one so guiltridden he can only see his incredibly selfish goal right in front of him.

We are at the beginning of the story, after all, and there needs to be some room for character development.

But Ed and Al never quite lose that selfish, teenage viewpoint even as they grow (Ed comparing the bombing of Resembool with the genocide of Ishval to Major Miles' face, Ed throwing a hissy fit when they join forces with Scar even though Winry has made peace with it, Al sounding all of five years old when he repeats "Hughes moved to the countryside" like a child whose favorite animal just "ran away") but they do grow. Considerably.

They were always good kids. They always had an inane sense of fairness. But by the end of it, that sense of fairness has grown beyond them and their immediate surroundings. They can see farther than just themselves and Winry and the handful of people they call friends.

By the end of if their good deeds changed enough in the hearts of the Amestrian people to allow a certain degree of unity.

But how does that relate to power and the military?

Now, you see, Amestris is presented to us as a military state and we quite often get the sense that the military is the most common career path available to most of the country. At least if you want to eat. Somehow the Amestrian military has to feed all these endless wars after all, and that only happens if people join up voluntarily.

And it only happens if the benefits are good enough.

Which is exactly how Roy gets them. He dangles hope in front of their small, traumatized faces and makes it quite clear that the military is the only way to get what they want.

They need research materials, power, and the oversight of the state. They get all that by Ed joining up with the State Alchemists programme. As a civilian, all of that would be restricted and inaccessible to him.

But -- even in the beginning -- Ed never really identifies with his identity as a Dog of the Military beyond his title. He, in odds to all other State Alchemists, is known as Hero of the People, because while the rest of the Amestrian military exploits and the State Alchemists break with their promise of "be thou for the people" Ed and Al do give back. They do help. They do free towns from corrupt military officials, they do fight terrorists on trains, they do fix a street vendor's broken radio.

Ed is uncomfortable with the power he theoretically holds. When Maria Ross and Danny Brosh call him "sir" and use his official rank, Ed asks them to just call him Ed, saying that he's nothing special. We never once see him lever his status as "major" over any of the lower ranking officers. Later, we see him desert with no regards to his future career, and by the end we know he quit because the military was only ever a means to an end. And he reached that end. He reached his goal.

Ed never shows respect for authority figures (but he does salute Hughes once, so he must have had some formal training on how to behave), he doesn't claim the power he is theoretically owed beyond the independence it allows him, he has no invested interest in the politics of it all (even though he is aware of them), and he actively fights the corruption within the military when personally affected by it (even if he is way too selfish in the beginning to see the bigger question).

And both he and Al hate killing. They seem to accept it as a part of a soldier's job -- their problem isn't death, I don't think, considering how unbothered they are by dead bodies throughout the show - but the act itself is so abhorrent to them, that they try to stop even tangentially related murder plots simply because they want no part in it. It is naive -- the show tells us so. Many of its characters tell us so.

But.

But it is also a reclamation of Ed's agency. And it is hope for the future. Because Ed knows that he has become a Dog of the Military, he knows -- on some level -- that he's just sold his soul to a monster far bigger than him, but he will keep this one part of his innocence for himself. He will not kill in the name of the Amestrian government.

And you know what? Riza Hawkeye is impressed with him for that. Because she pulled the trigger when ordered to, and Ed is her hope for the future. Because he is the next generation. And he refuses to do what she once did.

(I think it is interesting to investigate under which circumstances Ed would kill and how that would influence his character and what would be the consequences of that, but for the sake of the show itself, I think it is a wonderful visualization of the world healing beyond what Riza and Roy and Armstrong and Marcoh and Kimblee did to it)

Now, how does that all tie together?

Well, I think it is Ed's youth that allows him to disregard much of the military's power over his life, and it is his stubborn teenage-ness that allows both him and Al to hold so steadfast to their ideals, be that the selfish goal of self-realization or the refusal to kill. Not once does either character strive for power, and even at the end of the series, once they're all grown up, we see them long for a simple life. For interesting travels, good food, family, and a future worth living.

The military is a tool, for Ed and Al - because the military state ensured that they would have to use it.

It is interesting, really, because Roy joined up because he believed the propaganda, and once he recruits the Elrics he's been firmly broken by that belief -- and the Elrics join up even though they distrust the military (the Rockbells seem firmly anti-military all things considered) simply because it offers the resources they need.

If Ed was any other protagonist this would be a very different story, because they handed a twelve-year old a whole lot of power and a pretty high-up rank and the worst he did was blow up a few buildings and buy ugly clothes.

This is probably not at all what you expected, but... well, you successfully activated my rambling button! AND MANY THANKS FOR THAT!!! <3 <3 <3

[justali-anne]

Frisk and the Monster Family Raging in Video Games!

Post-Pacifist, of course!

Frisk:

Silent fury.

On the outside, their face is (-_-), but on the inside, they're just so ready to yeet the controller at the TV, take out the disc, and smash it with a hammer.

They are incredibly determined and stubborn, so to everyone else, it just looks like they're REALLY invested... until it's too late.

They're a kid, so they would rage at the appropriate times when a kid rages. Being beaten at shooting games, losing patience during difficult puzzles (though they've improved since Papyrus started giving them puzzles to solve everyday), and repeatedly dying at particularly difficult boss fights.

On the rare occasion where they actually give up, Frisk would just leave, sulk in the corner for a few minutes, then immediately get back to playing the game. Oh, you thought they would actually give up? Haha, nope! Nothing is stopping this child until they get past that level!! They are DETERMINED!

Yeah, someone needs to pull them away from the game before they actually throw the controller.

How to calm them down: Distract them! Give them something else to be determined about! They can go back to the game later when they have a clear head.

Flowey:

He's essentially Asriel, so he would do the same thing Asriel did in life, which I imagine would be whining and throwing a hissy fit whenever someone beats him.

He's a bit of a crybaby and a sore loser. As Flowey, he's also prone to cursing out other players.

As you would expect, Flowey would rage whenever he gets beaten by someone in competitive games. Especially if it's Sans. Ooh, boy. He would go HAM on Sans.

He would also just whine and complain when he keeps dying.

Like Frisk, Flowey doesn't give up easily. Which only increases the chances of raging.

Surprisingly enough, he's pretty harmless when he rages. At his worst, he just breaks down crying and cursing out everyone who tries to calm him down. Just give the guy some space.

How to calm him down: Toriel and/or Asgore. They can talk to him and help him calm down.

Toriel:

It depends on the environment.

If Frisk is around, she will try to be a good example for them. If she gets stuck on a certain point of a video game, she will smile and try to control her temper, saying things like, "Oh goodness, this part is really hard, is it not? I could really use some assistance," with the most rage-filled smile on her face. Everyone dreads the day that she finally explodes.

She will pause the game and take a step back to breathe before either getting back into it or going to do something else.

If there are no children around, Toriel will start cussing. She wouldn't care about being an example for anyone anymore, she's around other adults, nobody will judge her. Sometimes Sans will even call her out on her language, and the two will have a nice little back and forth, which would quell Toriel's anger for a while.

She doesn't play video games as much as the others, but she's often there when they rage. Good thing she always knows how to calm them down!

How to calm her down: She does it herself. Jokes help a lot though.

Sans:

Okay, this guy just... doesn't rage? At all?

Actually, that's a lie. He totally does... when he's alone. When he's with others, he's just way too content and happy to rage at a particularly frustrating video game. After all, he can mess around and troll others. What's not to like?

Sans is remarkably patient. It would literally take AGES before he starts getting frustrated at a video game. He knows it doesn't matter in the long run. However...

There was this one incident where Sans got so frustrated he started slamming around the controller with his magic. Think back to the end of his boss fight, just after his final attack (before his special attack, of course). Yeah... And he was completely silent while doing it too, so all the others could hear was the sound of something slamming against the walls and the controller breaking. Yeah, he had to get a new controller after that.

It took the others a while to even recognise that it was Sans at first. For most people, their reactions are basically chalked up to, "Wait, Sans can get ANGRY???? Huh????" Only Papyrus and Frisk were like, "Yup, it had to happen eventually."

How to calm him down: No need! He doesn't rage! Although in that one instance, all Sans had to do was snap back to his senses and take a breather. Reassurance helps a lot, though.

Papyrus:

Papyrus rages so often everyone's used to it by now. It's mostly just a joke, anyway.

He's very dramatic, but deep down he's very goal-oriented and surprisingly patient? You'll know when he's actually raging when he goes dead silent and leaves the game.

A lot of the time, when he's "raging", he's screaming at others. It's usually their lack of cooperation that sets him off, especially in team games where they have to work together to achieve their goal. Even then, he's very forgiving and will instantly forget about the team's misdeeds when they finally reach the goal.

Yeah, there's not much to say except Papyrus is Papyrus. He's a very cool dude who mostly just rages as a joke.

When Frisk is around, Papyrus will watch his language. When they're not around and he rages, SWEARMAGEDDON!!!

How to calm him down: Pep talks do very nicely, especially when they come from Undyne and especially Sans.

Undyne:

Ooh, boy, she's the first one to rage.

She doesn't hold back. She can turn any gaming session into an intense shouting match if she rages hard enough. People with sensitive ears beware!

As I've already described in a previous post, I like to imagine that Undyne would often rage quit, then return a few minutes later like nothing happened. That's just hilarious to me.

There has never been a game where Undyne hasn't raged at least once. Minecraft? A creeper blows up, Undyne explodes too. Smash Bros? If she picks the wrong character, she's freaking out. Pico Park? "YOU'RE ALL SO F*CKING INCOMPETENT!!! (Is also incompetent)"

Swears like a sailor. I mean, come on, she's Undyne! Though we will, of course, watch her language around Frisk.

How to calm her down: DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT. Unless you're Alphys or Asgore. Then you can try it. Usually, Undyne will calm down on her own, but sometimes she needs that extra help.

I've lost motivation, I'll do the rest some other time.

[herofics]

Arguing with Dabi

Haha, so I pretty much forgot I had this request from wattpad, but I finally looked through my screenshots and saw it, so here I go. I’d say arguing with Dabi can be dangerous, and I wrote it kinda toxic because that’s how I think it would be. The request was basically the reader arguing with Dabi, him hurting them and then him thinking he's like his father

“Oh my god, why do you have to be like this?” you groaned and threw your head back, slapping your cheeks with your hands.

“WHy dO yOu haVe tO Be LiKe ThIS?” Dabi repeated mockingly.

“You’re acting like a child. Can’t we just talk like normal people for once?”

“Okay, let’s talk then. You’re being a controlling bitch”

“I’m sorry, what?” you blinked a few times, not believing what you were hearing. “I’m being controlling? You don’t even want me to see my friends, and you throw a fucking hissy fit if I do something you don’t like”

“Shut the hell up!” Dabi growled.

You felt the heat before you even saw the flames. You felt a burning sensation on your hand that you raised to shield yourself, but as soon as you felt it, it was gone.

Dabi didn’t even realize what he had done at first. He just got so pissed at you and he reacted instinctively. Lashing out at people who angered him had been his first response for so long, he didn’t know how else to react, even toward someone who was as important to him as you.

You rushed to run cold water over your hand while trying to hold back tears.

He was still angry, but now more at himself than you. He didn’t want to hurt you, he just wanted to scare you to shut you up.

“(Name)...” he said, stepping closer to you and reaching his hand towards you.

“Don’t touch me” you hissed and left the room, slamming the bedroom door shut behind you.

Dabi just stood there for a moment, shocked by his own actions and by your reaction. He went to grab a beer from the fridge and sat down on the couch. He took a sip of his drink and just sighed. He didn’t want to react like that, not towards you. If it was almost anyone else, he wouldn’t have given a damn, but it was different with you.

You’d been with him for so long, so why would you piss him off like this? You knew how he’d react so it was your fault you’d gotten hurt, right?

Dabi couldn’t help but think back on his childhood. The way his father had hurt his mother. It wasn’t very different from this situation. He didn’t want to be like his father, he knew he was worse in a lot of different ways, but he never wanted to hurt someone he genuinely cared about. He never wanted to hurt you.

You were crying quietly in the bedroom, while looking at the back of your right palm. It wasn’t that badly burned, there were a few small blisters, and the back of your palm was looking very red and irritated. It still hurt, but that’s not why you were crying. You never thought he would do this. You never thought he would actually hurt you. Clearly you had been wrong.

Dabi didn’t know what to think. Was he really like his father? Did he actually hurt you on purpose and just didn’t realize it? Did he want to hurt you?

“You need to apologize” you sniffled, leaning on the bedroom door frame, still a bit teary eyed.

“I’m just like him” Dabi said quietly. “You should get away from me”

“I’m not going anywhere, but you need to apologize” you said, walking closer to him.

“Why the hell would you not get away from me? I’m just like my piece of crap father, and I’m just gonna hurt you again” Dabi growled.

“You’re not gonna hurt me. You didn’t even mean to do it, right?” you argued back.

“I can’t guarantee it won’t happen again, and I don’t want you to get hurt by me” Dabi said.

“Then control yourself better, it’s entirely up to you” you sighed and sat down on the couch next to him. “And by the way, you’re nothing like him, you didn’t hurt me on purpose”

“You can’t say I never gave you an out” Dabi said. “And I’m sorry”

[scarz-xo]

Today I woke up to someone saying "Israel didn't bomb Egypt it was Yemen" so here is how the things went:

Taba got hit by a missile, later Israel came out with "we bombed it by mistake, the missile was meant for Eilat" at 3am

Sadly no western media outlet has any article regarding that "mistake" so here's an Egyptian article:

That was before they came out saying it was a rocket from Yemen.

The person who fought with me about this saying no it wasn't Israel ended up telling me "okay now I get it's Israel but you still gotta post that it was a mistake, they didn't mean to"

Since when was bombing other countries a mistake?

And why would anyone believe that Israel would fire a rocket headed for Eilat to start with?

As an Egyptian I don't think I should put that oh my country was bombed by a mistake, it's okay, peace, when are you gonna do that mistake again Israel? Please be careful next time, you almost hit a hospital, I know that's what you love to do but innocent people get treated in there y'know?

This is how you speak to a child who stepped on their classmate's foot by mistake not a country bombing another.

And as I addressed that person that nothing is called hitting by mistake they said I'm only throwing a "hissy fit" & that my government is okay with it & that's how I should be, like what?

I know how we middle easterns get treated, I know how they've been dehumanising us at the start of the Russian-Ukrainian war, they called us animals after all, but now I don't get to be mad about my country getting bombed?

Is it just me or middle eastern countries getting bombed is becoming a normal to the west?

Stop dehumanising us, stop making less of us, we're all humans, you're not superior to us just cause you're western, let me be mad for my own country, let me express my feelings on my own freaking blog, it's mine, it's with facts & sources, if they're not attached then ask & I'll send them, but stop calling me a liar or saying that I'm just acting like a brat because my country "just got bombed" & I should just get over it.

[coolgirl32]

How would nightmare aka Jacqulyn aka batmom get angry at her family

Bruce

It all started when Bruce was being patched up by dick he was attacked by the zombie things that were working for the court of owls Bruce was waiting for Damian to come home so he could give Damian a Stern lecture and to ground him that's when Damian appeared in his room thinking no one was there when Bruce turned on the lights he asked Damian where he was Damian told his father he was just out Bruce then saw the sai Damian was hiding

That's when Bruce and Damian started arguing Bruce said some things Damian said some things. After Bruce said that if Damian ever tries to sneak out and do patrol on his own again he'll be sent to a School in Switzerland and before Bruce could say anything else his wife Jacqulyn appeared with a angry expression on her face. And that's when he heard her say it his full name Bruce Thomas Wayne he had never ever heard her say his full name like that in a long time the first time was when she got mad at him for yelling at Jason back then he hoped she never did it again because it freaked him out but he was surprised and all he could see was rage and anger but also hurt and pain of course his wife made him apologize to Damian and she made Damian apologize to Bruce she even gave them a lecture on that they are family in that family sticks together and that Damian needs to go outside once in awhile and that she understands that there are dangerous people out there looking for Bruce and for the rest of the Wayne family she also told him that it wasn't a good idea to threaten his own kids if he wants to be a good father he has to take this a gentler approach be tough but be fair

Dick

It all started after dick and Damien first met dick was being patched up by Alfred dick was very upset at Bruce because Bruce well actually Jacqulyn gave all those lectures about using protection and using birth control dick felt a little pain Alfred being concerned asked dick if he was okay dick answered Alfred by saying he could take the cut Damian said something insulting to dick before Dick could say anything he heard the three words he never wanted to hear from his own adopted mother his full name Richard John Grayson his eyes widen when he heard them from his own adopted mother and looked at her he could tell she was not happy that he was about to say something to Damian Jacqulyn then gave dick a lecture about being a better big brother and that Damian is his little brother now and that he needs to act like an adult and not like a child and need to think about how he would feel if somebody said all those things to him dick thought about it and understood that he wouldn't feel good about it so he apologized to Damian. Damian wanted to say something but he had a little respect for Jacqulyn

Jason

It all started after Jason resurrected from the dead and learn that Bruce didn't kill the joker and grieve Jason's death so after a few weeks of planning and becoming the Red Hood Jason was finally face to face with his adopted father and adopted mother of course his father being upset but when he looked at his adopted mother he knew something wasn't right there was anger and sadness and you could tell that she's been grieving and crying but that's when he heard it those three words Jason Peter Todd his full name Jacqulyn had never said his full name before only when she gets angry but that was rare but this felt different he felt guilty so when Jacqulyn gave Jason a lecture on that he cannot kill innocent people and he cannot just throw a little hissy fit because he's not getting his way and he cannot play God because it's wrong and she raised him better than that Jason understood and knew better than to piss his adopted mother off so he gave her a hug and apologize to her and Bruce so after they went back to the manor Jason started going to therapy and started to think about things that he's done that was wrong

Tim

It all started when Tim was having his sleep paralysis and him drinking too much coffee of course everybody tried getting him to sleep so when is adopted mother walked in his room and tried to get him to go to sleep he snapped and yelled at her which to be honest was a very stupid idea 1. Yelling at his mom is a wrong thing and 2. He forgot that his own adopted mother was from Mississippi so when he heard his full name being called by his own adopted mother he knew he fucked up he had never heard her call him by his full name which was Timothy Jackson Drake and when he looked at her he could tell there was anger in her eyes and the look of what did you say he knew he had to fix things up so when he went to his bed and went to sleep he knew he had to apologize the next morning and he did and he told his adopted mother and everybody else that he will change

Damian

It all started after Damian's 15th birthday Damian was a teenager now and as all teenagers they all have attitude apparently Damian was in one of his bad moods everything was not going as planned this morning he stumped his toe and then he bumped into Tim where Tim accidentally spilled his coffee on Damian but the last straw was when his adopted mom Jacqulyn walked in and try to say hi to him with a smile on her face apparently Damian accidentally yelled at her and that's when he heard it his full name Damian Thomas Wayne he had never heard her say his full name not ever since he was 8 years old he immediately apologized to her Jacqulyn then gave Damian a lecture that if he's having a bad day he needs to breathe and go somewhere by himself so he can calm down he immediately apologized again and then he apologized to everyone else he knew not to yell at his adopted mother ever again that day

And that is how nightmare would get angry at her family I hope you all love this also please don't judge

[reigningqueenofwords]

Holland

Pairing: past Dean x Reader, past Dean x Allie (OC), past Benny x Reader Word count: 2,792

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Part 7 of Unholy

Slowly, things got back to as normal as they possibly could. Dean had taken a week off of work to mourn and spend time with his kids, especially little Ethan. Which you completely understood. On day five you bought some cupcakes on the way to work at a local bakery. John was there, so you asked him to please give them to Dean and the kids. You hadn’t heard from him, and didn’t know if he even wanted to see you. So, you wouldn’t overstep. He agreed easily, giving you a small smile. 

Two weeks after the last time you’d spoken to Dean, you walked into work to see him leaning against the front counter. You made your way over to him, wondering what was going on. “Hi.” You said softly. 

“Hi.” He replied. 

There was an awkwardness between the pair of you, and it worried you. “Is everything okay?” Did one of Allie’s friends say something to him? Was he firing you? Your mind went through every worst case scenario.

“I wanted to say I’m sorry for not even texting these past couple weeks. You’re hurting, too. And I didn’t even think about that. I haven’t texted you about the baby, or to ask how you’re doing.” He told you. 

You shook your head. “You don’t need to be sorry. You had you, and the kids, to look out for. I totally understood you were focusing on other things.” You assured him. “How’re the kids?” 

He gave you a sad smile. “They’re okay. Mom has been keeping them distracted as much as she can. I think we went to the zoo five times in the past two weeks.” He looked exhausted. 

“How about I make a quick run and get you a coffee? You look tired, and I don’t want you getting hurt.” 

Dean thought for a minute. “Sure. Extra shot of espresso?” He asked. 

“Sure.” You agreed. You gave his arm a small squeeze before turning around to head back out. 

Returning to the shop, you went to find Dean, but froze when you heard him talking heatedly to someone in the break room. “You do not get to tell me who the hell I talk to.” He snapped, shocking you. You’d never heard him angry like that. “Allie liked her, and she is the mother of my child. I’m not going to fire her or cut contact with her because you’re throwing some misplaced hissy fit.” 

You didn’t feel it was right to listen, so you turned and went to the front counter. You would put your lunch and bag in the breakroom when you got a chance. Who was in there with him? Clearly someone who wanted you gone. Was it the same person who slapped you at the funeral? 

“Look, it’s the homewrecker.” 

Blinking, you turned to see the slapper, and Dean not too far behind her. “Get out of my shop before I call the cops.” Dean threatened. “Now.” He ground out. 

You watched her storm off. “Here’s your coffee.” You handed it to him. 

“I’m sorry about her.” He sighed as he took it. “She can’t get it through her thick skull that you and Allie were friends.” That clearly annoyed him.

“Yeah, I gathered that at the funeral.” You shrugged, grabbing your things to put them in the breakroom. 

“What?” 

“I left early with Garth because she slapped me. She asked me how I could dare to show up at her funeral after ‘what I did’.” You explained, moving around him. Would you now have to deal with her making your life hell? That was something you didn’t think you could handle.

Dean groaned. “If she comes around, come get me.” He followed you, sipping the coffee. “If I’m not here, but dad is? Get him. If he’s not, get Cas.” He didn’t want her anywhere near you. Especially if she thought it was okay to slap you! “And, thanks for the coffee.” He added. 

You gave him a small smile. “You’re welcome. Should I be worried about her showing up at my house?” You wondered how far her best friend would go. 

“I don’t think so, but if for some reason she does, call dad.” He told you. “I’d say call me, but I’d have to wrangle up four kids.” He wanted you to know that he wanted to be there for you, but it would be hard with being a single dad. 

“Okay.” You agreed. 

Dean watched you for a moment. “Are you okay? I mean, I know you aren’t okay like before, but how’re you holding up? Are you sleeping okay?” 

“I’m doing as well as I can. I keep wondering if I never got close to Benny, would he be alive right now?” It was the first time you admitted it out loud. “If I wasn’t dating him, he would have been here that day. Not off buying me flowers.” You looked down. “I don’t think I’ll ever stop feeling some guilt over that.” 

That broke him further. “Sweetheart, no.” He put his coffee down on the table. “Benny really liked you, and was so excited for the baby.” He promised you. “I bet if we could talk to him, just once, he’d say he didn’t regret things at all.” His voice was soft. “I know I said I wasn’t a fan of the pair of you, but that was me being a jealous asshole. Benny was good for you, and you were good for him. Please don’t feel guilty.” 

Tearing up, you shook your head. “It’s hard not to.” You told him. “Just knowing that he walked into the wrong place, at the wrong time, because of me.” 

Dean pulled you into a hug. He had no idea you felt like this. “Benny was there because he wanted to get you something to make you smile. Just remember that he cared about you. Okay?” He tried.

“I’ll try.” You hugged him back for a moment before pulling away. Wiping your face, you let out a breath. “Okay, I’m gonna go splash some cool water on my face and get to work.” 

He nodded, stepping back himself and picking up his coffee. “How about you come over to mom’s today for dinner? I’ll text her to let her know.” 

“Okay.” You agreed, knowing you needed to get to know Mary and John better. They were the grandparents of your baby, after all. “Do you think one of these days we can talk baby names? Give us both something happy to think about?” 

Smiling, he instantly agreed. “I’d love to.” His kids meant the world to him. Had you told younger him he’d have five kids, he never would have believed you. Yet, here he was. Father of four, and one on the way. 

That evening after the shop was closed, you followed Dean to his parents house. You realized as you parked, that you’d not only be meeting Mary more officially, you’d be meeting the kids. While you’d met them in passing at the funerals, you didn’t really count that. You were nervous. Slipping out of your car, you saw Dean waiting for you at the end of the sidewalk. “Mom is excited to meet you.” He told you. “Allie talked highly of you.” He added, knowing that would probably help a bit. 

You gave him a small smile. “I’m excited for your mom’s cooking. Allie brought it once and it was so good.” You teased, making him chuckle. 

“Yeah, she’s a great cook.” He said proudly, leading you to the front door. “Warning, the kids are probably running around.” 

“It’s okay, kids should be.” You absentmindedly rubbed your bump, looking forward to when she was running around, too. 

Dean didn’t miss it and gave you a small smile before opening the door. Instantly you hear two kids yell ‘dad’, and a third yell ‘daddy’. It was so cute. Crouching, Dean opened his arms to hug all three of them. Mary came in and smiled. “Ethan napping?” He asked her. 

“He is, has been for about an hour.” She told him. “Hi, Y/N.” She greeted you. “I’m glad you decided to join us for dinner. John just ran out to get some milk.” She chuckled. 

“Thank you for having me.” You smiled. “I loved that dish you sent over with Allie, by the way.” 

“Thank you. Can I get you something to drink?” 

You shook your head. “No, thank you.” Moving in a bit more, you set your purse down on the couch and went to look at some pictures on a bookshelf. “I saw him at Allie’s funeral, but I didn’t get to meet him. I’m guessing that’s Sam?” You glanced over your shoulder to where Dean was. 

“Yeah, he’s working on a big case, so he couldn’t stay long. He flew in about 2 that morning, and caught a flight right after the funeral.” He explained, standing up, Layla still attached to him. “He plans to take a week to come visit mom and the kids this summer. Bring his wife and kids, too.” He hoped you could meet him then. 

You’d have an infant about that time, so you hoped that Sam was okay with meeting his new niece, as well. Or would he have an issue like Allie’s friend? You pushed that from your mind, deciding to deal with it then. “How many kids does he have?” 

“Two. They go back and forth on wanting more. Jess is a nurse, and he’s a lawyer. They can afford another, but they’re worried about having enough time for them. Their oldest is only 4, though. So they wouldn’t be in a rush anyway.” He pointed to a picture one shelf up that you hadn’t seen. “That’s Brandon, that’s Eliza, she’s 2.” 

“They’re adorable.” You smiled. 

He chuckled. “They’ve mastered the puppy eyes from their dad, that’s for sure.” 

“Oh, like he didn’t get that from you.” John laughed as he walked in. “Evenin’, sweetheart.” He smiled at you. “How’s the little miss treating you?” 

“Good. I’m kinda starting to feel her move, so that’s exciting.” You told him. 

“I always did love feeling the boys kick when Mary was pregnant with him.” He looked nostalgic. It was adorable to you. 

“I bet Dean was the more active one, wasn’t he?” You asked. 

John nodded. “Oh yeah.” He laughed. 

“Alright, let’s get these guys set up at the table for dinner.” Dean motioned for the kids to head to the dining room. 

Once sitting, everyone was served at the family vibes settled over you. “Hi.” Layla waved at you, giggling when you waved back. 

“That’s Y/N. She’s friend of Daddy’s.” Dean told them. 

“I’m David.” His oldest told you between bites. “I just turned 9! I got the coolest stuff for my birthday.” He was excited. 

You chuckled. “I bet you did.” You loved kids excitement for things. It was contagious. “That means you must be Xander.” You looked to the little boy to his left. 

He nodded. “I am.” He smiled, and you saw Dean. “I’ll be 6 next month. Are you coming to my birthday party?” He asked, hopeful. 

“I think that’s up to your dad, kiddo.” You didn’t know if Dean wanted you around the kids much like that, or if it would be more in settings like this. 

Dean enjoyed watching you interact with the kids. “Of course you’re invited.” He told you. “I’ll let you know what types of things he’s into.” He knew you. There was no way you wouldn’t get him a present. 

“Can you tell me what David likes, too? I want to get him a belated birthday present.” If he just turned 9, it wouldn’t be too late. “And when is Layla’s birthday?”

“June 3rd.” He told you. 

After dinner, Dean started to wrangle the kids to go. “Well, I’ll get out of your way while you get them ready to go. I’ll see you tomorrow at work.” You told him. 

“Bye, Y/N!” The kids smiled at you while they pulled on their shoes. 

“If you want to give me a minute, I’ll walk you out.” Dean offered, getting Ethan into his car seat. 

You shook your head. “It’s okay, you got your hands full.” You chuckled, watching Layle lean on him to watch her baby brother. “Bye, guys.” You waved to the kids before heading outside. You looked forward to getting home and taking a hot shower. 

The next day, you made your way to your car and groaned. “Great, just great.” You muttered to yourself. Someone had slashed your tires, and spray painted your car. You knew exactly who, too. Pulling out your phone, you called Cas. “Hey, can I get a ride to work?” You asked. 

“Sure, car acting up? We can get it towed in to fix it.” He offered. 

“I’ll have to. And get it cleaned or painted.” You shook your head. 

“What?” 

“You’ll see when you get here.” You told him. “And I plan to stop to get everyone a drink on the way, I’ll also treat you to a donut for saving me.” You chuckled lightly, trying not to let this completely tank your mood. 

You could hear the smile in Cas’s voice as he spoke. “Not needed, but I won’t argue.” He said playfully. “I’ll be there in ten.” 

“Alright, I’ll call the shop to give them a heads up that we’ll be a few minutes late.” It wasn’t like it would be a huge deal. The first appointment of the day was never at opening, and rarely was someone there when you unlocked the shop doors. 

“I might be a bit later tomorrow.” You told Dean as you handed him his coffee. “I’ll need to get a tow truck to bring in my car.” 

“Want me to have dad go get it? We have a tow truck in the back behind the shop. We just don’t need it that often.” He explained. 

“That would be great, thank you.” You really didn’t want to have to rely on the guys to get to work. 

“What happened to it, anyway? Engine problems or something?” You’d just told him that Cas was giving you a ride that morning because you couldn’t use your car. 

You sighed. “I’ll just let you wait and see.” You told him, making him raise an eyebrow. “Let’s just say I’m glad that I have some savings because three new tires isn’t cheap. Well, might as well just get four.” You said more to yourself than anything. 

He had a look on his face like he had a feeling he knew what was going on. “Good thing you work at a family run shop. Employee discount.” He pointed out. “It was right on the paperwork I gave you when I hired you.” 

“I totally forgot about that.” You admitted. “That’ll help.” Granted, tires would still be pricy, but not nearly as bad now. 

“I’ll go call dad so we can get your car in. I’ll work on it tonight after work since I think we’re pretty booked today.” He wanted your car drivable. 

“I’ll treat you to dinner as a thanks.” It was the least you could do for him staying later. With that, you went to give Cas and Garth their coffees before putting your things in the breakroom. 

John brought your car and parked it to the side of the garage. When he stormed into the shop, you blinked at him. “Is someone harassing you?” He asked sternly. 

“Not really. I know who did that to my car, though.” You shrugged. 

“Who?” He glanced over as Dean came through to give you the keys to a customer’s car. 

“What’s going on?” Dean asked, looking between you and John as he handed you the keys. 

The customers in the lobby were pretending not to listen. Sighing, you shook your head. “He’s asking me who vandalized my car.” You explained. “He’s clearly not happy about it.” 

“I know who. Holland.” Dean’s jaw was clenched as he spoke. “She was in here the other day, trying to get me to fire Y/N, and saying I should cut her off. Apparently, she also slapped Y/N at Allie’s funeral.” He explained. “I told Y/N if Holland shows up here to get me, you, or Cas.” 

John ran a hand over his face. “But now she’s going to her apartment. I’m not comfortable with that at all.” Yet, he had a feeling you wouldn't want to go to the police, not that he felt it would do any good, either. He’d try to think over some options, and talk to Mary about it. Maybe she’d have an idea.

[destinygoldenstar]

Disventure Camp Character Impressions *Compilation* (Part 3)

<< Part 2

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DON'T WORRY, I'M NOT CAUSING JAKE'S ELIMINATION THIS EPISODE. (I hope)

I'm pretty certain it's not him this episode. He's not a target for anybody, at least for now. That and I think it's gonna be Lilly this episode, so...

Yeah. I'm playing my heading card smart this time. King deserves it from last episode.

...oh god what if I DID cause his elimination?

"Goddammit Golden! Why'd you put me in the heading, huh?!"

Okay, okay, I'm calming down, I'm calming down...

GOD. DAMN. IT. ME.

I SHOULDN'T HAVE PUT JAKE IN THE HEADING!

I KILLED HIS GRANDMA!!

I'M SORRY I DIDN'T MEAN TO!!

Jake, if you hate me for this, I understand. I deserve it.

"Why won't you take the slay pass?!"

"Because slaying killed my grandma, okay?!"

(I'm sorry)

Also YEAH, they DIDN'T send the smartest spy.

Cause hum diddly hum, I wonder which one among the cast is the impostor? Maybe it's the one guy who never shows his face.

ALSO, he SAW Tom running.

"He didn't see me! I was wearing black! And I was out in the night! I was practically Batman!" (Tom)

"Yeah but you stick out like a sore thumb during the day and in the sun." (Jake)

"BUT IT'S THE SUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNN" (Tom)

"And if your team wins, you can do the same."

"You can save me from Fiore using the pen! And I'll be free! It'll be a glorious victory!"

In dream land where everything works out perfectly, that's what happens.

Even Fiore is like "I'm glad I'm not your child!"

Gabby's the representative, as we established.

"I wanted to use the slay pass you gave me last episode, Golden!"

I'll give it to you sweetie. Use it for whoever. If you want to slay Fiore with it, go right ahead.

"How did this happen? I went from being in the worst position to deciding the vote! It feels good to have this power."

Ellie... this is gonna sound really bad, but... I can't trust you with a slay pass.

"What do you mean Golden isn't on my side?!"

"Remember when you vote me out at the first day?!"

"AND HERE I AM. REVENGE IS MINE."

"Gabby has a red marker. She will write the name of one of you and when I read the name of that one unlucky contestant, that person is immediately out!"

"It was a slay pass granted from Golden to Gabby because whoever Gabby hates probably deserves it."

Why does she look so evil?

"See, that's why you have bad taste Golden. All the favs you picked are evil and/or have serious issues!"

I feel like it would be hilarious if Gabby wrote Fiore's name.

Ellie would be like, "See, that's what makes me the swing vote! Good or Evil? I choose NEITHER."

"Not to throw a hissy fit, but this is seriously unfair!"

I feel like Ashley is saying that to ME specifically.

"GOLDEN YOU LUNATIC REACTIONARY! WHY WOULD YOU GIVE ANYONE A SLAY PASS WILLY NILLY?! AND IT CAME AT THE EXPENSE OF ME!"

"It had some cool stuff that we can apply to the game!"

"It mentioned this 'Heather' person, who betrayed her alliances, abused her alliance members, and sabotaged a relationship!"

"Then there's 'Alejandro', who flirted with everybody and betrayed everybody, and also sabotaged relationships!"

"...I'm seeing a pattern."

"I'm here if you need anything."

I can't imagine how it's like for Tom. I don't think he was imagining getting close with someone just cause of the spy profession.

"I like this boy, I want to be around him and help him out."

"Now don't worry about getting us breakfast today, I will get us the usual."

Idk how I like the sound of that tbh. XD

I just imagine Tom coming back and calling everyone to the meal. "BREAKFAST IS READY!!!"

...and it's just char XD

No not Grett changing her facial expression from that!

"I smell gay! I didn't ask for that in my coffee this morning!"

"Do you like him?"

*Covers mouth to hold back the giddy noise from my mouth*

*Failing*

Oh my god she's actually going there! I did not expect that.

"Uh... maybe. He's just really good as a person towards me and I feel like we're really opening up to each other, you know? It's not that deep... maybe we'd go out for Chinese sometime. Maybe we'd catch a movie together."

"But it's only a matter of time before her little cry-baby bonding session turns into an alliance."

"Oh boo hoo, my loves ones died! Who gives a shit?! UGH, people who mourn the dead are SO ANNOYING!!"

He really is not subtle, is he?

"I don't want to be in a relationship or push it further, but I didn't say I can't crush!" (Jake)

Tom's like "Why you pressing your hands like that?" (Tom)

"I'm a wittle scawed of the bullets..." (Jake)

Oh shit here we go...

"Golden told be awhile back to tell you something very important!"

This is gonna be so ugly. Jake is gonna be HURT.

"I get hurt and traumatized by my ex! I lose my grandma! AND NOW THIS SHIT. I CAN'T CATCH A BREAK!"

"She said you were the one who voted Drew because, get this, he found out you were a spy?!"

NO TOM YOU CAN'T ACT?!?!

I mean I don't think he should lie any further, but...

"I can explain!! It's not what you think!!!"

"Yeah... just one of the rafts broke my bamboo."

"And also hit me in the face. I was lucky not to drown."

"No I'm fine. I think tonight's decision will be an easy one."

ELLIE YOU'RE GONE.

"Golden put me in the heading! That MUST mean I'm safe!"

They're STILL pissed.

Miriam is gonna come to me like, "Golden, you're having Toxic Yaoi for dinner tonight."

XD

DEAR GOD JAKE.

"THIS IS MY DIVORCE PAPER!"

Dammit, why'd he have to be an asshole, huh?

XD

NO SHOT THEY BOTH THREW JUST CAUSE THEY WERE SO PISSED WITH EACH OTHER

XD

"AND NOW YOU VOTE FOR ME?! WHAT'D YOU SAY TO ME?!"

Continued In Part 4 >>

[headstrongblake]

octavia's quick to close the door to grant's bedroom in an attempt to soften the loud banging coming from the front door. the pain medication might help, but he was still the lightest sleeper she'd ever met. although it might be grant's home, instinct screams in her gut that the person seeking entry on the other side isn't here for grant. looking through the peep hole only confirms it as tension spreads across her body. it's not the dark hair she expects. not the first brother that crossed her mind the moment the intrusive interruption echoed through. but as octavia pulled open the door, she immediately shoved into nick's space forcing him to step back as she pulled the apartment door shut behind her. she stared at him with a dark glare, demanding to know, "what the hell are you doing here? you're not getting inside."

the second octavia comes barrelling out of grant's apartment all hot and angry, the fire behind crystal hues ignites again. it takes every ounce of self control inside his body not to match her. not to bite her head off like he'd done when he'd seen her the other day in their hallway. she doesn't fucking understand even an ounce of this. instead, he directs his anger over her head at the door, rage building in his core. shaking his head, nick scoffed. "like i want anywhere near in there." he threw at her with disgust, "your little experiment here is over, time to go home blake." that defiant look in her gaze is going to get her in trouble one of these days but he's in no mood to play her game today. not over him. "you are goin' home."

octavia's scowl deepened. why did these men continue to think she somehow had to do a goddamn thing they told her to? as if she ever did. that they were even entitled after what they'd done to ask her anything at all, let alone think they could demand something of her. it should bother her more that he creates a bigger divide by calling her out by her last name. he doesn't do that. not with her. but with seething rage, octavia balled her hands into fists, crossing them over her chest. "you been drinking already today? because you must be drunk if you think i'm going anywhere with you."

of course, she's going to fucking fight him. it's all she does. all she ever does is fight. too bad for her because she picked an opposing side this time. one he's not giving into. after all that grant ward has done, nick's not interested in watching the older blake barely contain the fear that comes out in fury because octavia can't be bothered to pick up a fucking phone call. "your brother gives a fuck 'bout you, you're not doin' this to him. not for...this shit."

a dark laugh spilled from her lips, head shaking. "what? can't say his name, nicklas? you can beat him half to death but you can't utter grant's name is that it?" octavia challenged, eyes narrowing up at him as every step he took towards her left him towering over her. even though her words pierce nick's anger, he squares his shoulders. why can't she keep her nose out of their fucking business? this had nothing to do with her and if she'd just come home, if she would just listen for once in her life...they could fix this. him and her. they'd be okay but she's basically a fucking child, demanding to throw down in a hallway. he's not about to with a child having a hissy fit. "listen kid, i'm doin' this as a fucking courtesy," seeing octavia causes the depths of his anger to nearly gloss over, but the way she protects grant, that she so adamantly sides with him colours his vision red. nick took another towering step towards octavia. "you're going home if i have to drag you down this fucking hallway myself."

it isn't the way he steps towards her, but the words that come tumbling from his lips that cause a snap in her system. hands wildly collide with nick's chest, shoving him back with forceful anger to create space. "great, you can mirror those men you fucking hated so goddamn much. you know, the ones you murdered for attacking me? you almost beat grant to death, right? all your missing is dragging some women against her will." octavia practically screamed in his face, meeting nick's every step back with another one forward. "you want to be right so badly to douse that guilt you can't seem to drown with whiskey..." her head shook, "might be time to start looking in a mirror nick."

his face fell, anger fizzily out in spite of how badly he wants to throw octavia over his shoulder and simply be done with this. but his jaw clenches tightly, teeth grinding against each other painfully as she relates what he's done and threatened to do with the sick men who invaded her home. he's not them. grant deserved this. created it. he fucking broke this family, not nick. "it's either me, or bellamy, octavia. he's goin' to figure out where you are eventually. even if he didn't, next time he asks me where you are, i'm tellin' him." his voice drops eerily quiet, crystal hues locking with octavia though he refuses to take another step into her bubble now that she's compared him to people she feared for too long.

with nicklas standing in front of her, octavia can barely recognize him. he's been angry in her presence before. been frustrating and too much to deal with. she's witnessed the vicious side of him. his violent rage. but watching him now, she doesn't know who he is, nor what he's capable of any longer. perhaps it's the same with bellamy. he's her brother. supposed to be her safety and yet the thought of being around either of them makes her sick to her stomach. knots tightening and twisting because they're acting like monsters from her storybooks. her head shook as octavia turned back towards the apartment, hand hesitating on the door knob as she looked back at nick. "you tell my brother if he comes near here...my first call is to his probation officer."

somehow, octavia's words feel worse than a slap across his face. bellamy's her everything. has been for as long as he's known her. he's who nick has heard her cry out for. who she constantly begged to see. pleaded to know he was okay, that he was coming back to her and now she's willing to risk him? for grant? with betrayal looming in his vision, nick can't understand it. "you wouldn't violate your own brother." she's bluffing. has to be.

octavia fully turns back to nick, forcing her to shove the attachment she felt to both nicklas and her big brother beneath all the hurt that surfaced seeing grant on the pavement, lying there for dead. hardened eyes glare up at him. "for nearly killing grant? try me nick." without another word, octavia went back into the apartment, cutting off any protest nicklas might have as she closed the door behind her, throwing the lock immediately.

/ @thewholecrew