#but they weren't allowed to talk. if kids talk EVERYONE gets in trouble and then everyone gets the punishment.

[a-most-beloved-fool]

i got sent to in-school-suspension because i was thirsty <3 it was stupid <3

what's the most demented thing you guys got in trouble for in school mine was when an english boy in my class made fun of my name and called my mum a (derogatory word for irish travellers) so i told him my ira uncle was in town and was coming to blow him up after school

[saioratral]

PARING: itoshi rin x reader

PROMPT: speak, don't keep quiet SYNOPSIS: rin really listens to you, as if he tuned everyone out just for you

WARNING: none NOTE: based on something in my morning discussion. not proofread and uh very short because i was in a hurry

the library room filled with chattering, afterall it was time to do the project.you found yourself paired with a group of kids, all of whom seemed far smarter than you'd anticipated. who else would laugh at the square root of two jokes? beside you sat itoshi rin, a student who had once been highly admired by the class before he began to shut everyone out of his life 

a list was made for the presentation topics, and it was time to vote. you had an idea you wanted to share—hoping to contribute and improve your grades—but every time you spoke up, someone cut you off or talked over you. the chattering wouldn't stop even when you tried to raise your voice 

"can you guys shut up?" rin rolled his eyes, crossing his arms. "speak."

"huh?" you asked, turning to him in confusion.

"you were speaking, weren't you?"

suddenly, the room fell silent. your group mates turned to look at you, apologizing for not listening. you paused for a moment, collecting your thoughts, before sharing your idea. they seemed to like it, adding it to the list and finalizing the topic. the discussion came to an end, everyone packed up to leave.

after waving goodbye to the others, you and rin stood at the door of the room. you checked to make sure the lights were off, not wanting to get into trouble with security. you flashed rin a small smile before turning to leave.

"how are you getting home?" rin asked, glancing away, his hands stuffed in his pockets.

you turned back to the teal-haired boy, gripping your bag strap a little tighter. "i'm waiting for the bus."

"..."

"see you around," you said, starting to walk away, but rin called out and quickly caught up to you.

"i'll walk you," he said, tugging gently at your sweater. "you're a professional at getting lost."

you throw him a glare but allowed him to lead the way to the bus stop. it was a nice walk, the morning air cold as ever but you felt so warm beside him, what magic is this? 

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[rosquinn]

Very very disorganized X thoughts

Based on mostly voicelines

His incoming lines make me think a lot, honestly

X is a liar, as it's stated several times in-game. He hides in his Goldberg machines and creates his own reality for fun, and quite possibly to feel safe from the external world. All of his confidence shows in times where he knows he has the full control of the situation ("Haha... I got you! I won't let you go, unless you agree to join my experiment!"). He likes to push people into his own world, but he's also dependent on them; he needs people to show them his machines, no matter how much he tries to satisfy his own desires with his creations, if there's nobody to test them on or show them to, what's the point?

"Try my new inventions... Ah! I had never prepared for a plan B in your absence..."

"Can I borrow you tonight? I really need your help for my new machine... please?"

"It's so nice to meet you! I've been waiting for so long!"

So, despite the confident and self sufficient facade he likes to put on, X is constantly referencing and asking for the attention of those around him ("Please live up to my expectations, colleagues!" "Ah, I seem to have grown a bit taller recently. Can you tell?"). If he ever takes an "imposing" role, it's when he's 100% sure he has enough power to enforce it, and he does want to have that power and confidence permanently and don't depend on other people and the external world anymore ("The day I've waited for has finally come. Welcome to my world."; Bottom of Insight line).

He reaffirms everyone likes him although of his eyes, something that caused a lot of rejection from people his age ("My eyes.. a little scary, aren't they? Kids new to the orphanage were a little afraid of them, but in the end everyone likes me."), and possibly the adults in charge of them themselves. He's dealt with a lot of rejection and mistreatment since he was a kid, and he looks for validation constantly, hiding under fake confidence and acting rebellious and chaotic on purpose to reaffirm said facade. He references his orphanage quite often in his voicelines, only when he's talking to Vertin, a friend he presumably can trust.

Going back to his Incoming voicelines, the first one really sticks out. They're both completely different reactions to the same threat, and one if them is most likely an act. My point is: considering X's facade mostly consists on appearing capable of anything, in control and smarter and more powerful than other people I don't know why he'd pretend to be scared.

Given how he talks about the orphanage, being a place where kids weren't even fed enough, didn't have winter clothes, weren't even allowed to exit the building, how much he liked to cause trouble, even trying to scape once, and how orphanages were in that period of time, it's highly possible kids faced physical violence from the adults in charge of them. Imo, the first line is genuine. He's recognized a threat, he knows he lacks enough power to face it, and he's scared of getting hurt. The second one is just another attempt at looking like he's in control of the situation. As I've said before, these lines are specially interesting to me because he is in battle, where he isn't in perfect control of everything, that's not his world completely and he can't drag people into it like he does at Laplace, so it makes perfect sense that he drops the facade for a moment facing a real threat.

Maybe this was all really obvious but whatever. I like him a lot

[honey-minded-hivemind]

In the spilt milk au, Jean, Scott, and Kurt probably think they are still friends with their human buddies, so they are really shocked when they start being really cold to them.

Like Duncan and Scott being aggressive towards each other, that's normal. Happens all the time. But then Duncan just... dumps Jean. Just walks up to her at the beginning of the day, tells her they are over, and that's that. Scott isn't sure if he should be mad at Duncan for dumping Jean or happy she's single. Now he's avoiding the Xavier teens all together. Duncan started to have some really deep introspection after Reader's accident, wanted to be better, and didn't want to stay with someone who was acting like he used to.

Taryn is catty and petty, and it SHOWS. She shoulder checks Jean in the hallway. Spreads rumors mixed with the truth with Ellen and Portia (I looked up their names). Purposefully posts her and Reader going to parties (Reader is normally messing with the host's cat in the background) and going shopping (Reader can hold twice as many bags as her ex boyfriends and they don't complain. If they weren't ace, she would date them, but she will take having them as a wingman.)

Paul is a master of #notmyproblem, and the problem is now the Xavier kids. He knows all of the weird hiding spaces in town and in school, which he pushed Reader to when he sees the teens, turning dramatically on his heel. He is actually really glad Reader is hanging out with him. They stop by his house, go to the arcade, and do all the stuff Scott never had time for anymore.

Principal Kelly doesn't actually interact with his students throughput the day all that much, and he is mature enough to not show favoritism to Reader, but there will be disciplinary actions taken. He doesn't understand why the former principal let bullies torture students so badly. He has a reports pile going back three years. But first he has to check Reader's medical files before having a talk with Xavier. What's this.....?

Amanda is actually the one to confront the X-Teens and Darlyn. She knows about mutants and all the trouble they face, so she can not believe they would treat one of their own like this. She blows up at Kurt after school, yelling at him in front of the group on how she can't believe she wasted her time with someone heartless and cruel, then dumps him on the spot. She gonna go hang out with Taryn, Ellen, Portia, and Reader.

Reader also starts hanging out with the Brotherhood. They don't officially join, but they are unusually nice when they find out, and Pietro tells them they can crash at their place if they want. He is still a little jerk, but he isn't heartless!

To the teens, this all happens in the span of a day. Jean gets dumped, suddenly their friends and most of the student body hates them, Kurt gets dumped, then they get to the mansion, and Principal Kelly is there! Why is he here!?

Let's just say this is an eye opening experience for everyone.

Kelly has a nice, long, lengthy three hour talk about Reader and how they were bullied, how the previous system and adults failed them, amd how from now on, Xavier's kids are allowed anywhere near them.

The teens are confused, and hurt, amd shocked at just how deep this all goes. There's sh*t that's happened that they didn't even know about. Amd Darlyn isn't looking very innocent or nice anymore...

And well...

Let's just say the X-Men do some investigating... so does the Brotherhood, who are now trying to keep an eye on Reader and help them be friends again... and Darlyn is about to have the worst, and last, night of their life once the full truth comes to light of what they've done to Readef over the years...

[bumblesimagines]

this doesn't mean anything.

- Sarah Cameron

this doesn't mean anything.

Pronouns: He/Him/His, M!Reader

Got carried away with this one

In the world of the Outer Banks, Kooks were seen as untouchable. They were the stuck-up, spoiled, privileged kids who could do, say, or buy anything they wanted as long as they had daddy or mommy's credit card in their back pocket. They puffed out their chests, turned up their nose, and spat venom just because they knew they could. Their parents would flock and point fingers if any harm came to them, demanding Sherriff Peterkin and Deputy Shoupe do something about the 'dirty Pogues targeting their poor babies' as if Peterkin and Shoupe could do anything more than let them off with a warning or a brief night in a cell.

While they were utterly pathetic and useless, (Y/N) found them incredibly amusing. Nothing was better than watching the smugness get knocked right out of a Kook. Tears would immediately spring in their eyes and their perfect skin would stain with purple and red coloring that'd stay no matter how many ice packs they put to it. The Kooks that talked the biggest game were often the ones that squealed first in fights. Their scratchy, obnoxious voices would plead for mercy, shouting empty promises of staying away and never bothering them again. Rafe Cameron was the only one who could handle a little pain, but even then, the boy was as boring as watching paint dry. One look from his daddy dearest and he went away with his tail tucked between his legs. 

His sister, as (Y/N) came to learn, was a lot more fun.

"Remember the rules, guys. No hardcore drugs, don't get blackout drunk, and don't start anything without me." (Y/N) called out after his younger brother and his group of friends. He was certain the nerd would keep them out of trouble, as he always did when they hung out, but a reminder never hurt anybody. The four of them scampered further down the beach, kicking up sand in their wake and disappearing amongst the other teenagers. They weren't much younger than him, only a year or two below him in school, but they were as annoying as children and attracted trouble wherever they went.

Fishing his cigarette pack out of his jacket pocket and sticking one between his lips, he allowed his gaze to drift over the party-goers present. Pogues, Kooks, and a few tourists who appeared wildly out of place with their big sun hats blocking half their vision. He recognized Rafe and his posse of coked-up boys lingering near the water and Barry making use of eager Kooks and their heavy pockets. His attention dropped down to his lighter and he grunted when it refused to light for longer than a second.

"Maybe it's a sign you should quit." A feathery voice piped up behind him and he turned around to find the treasured princess of Figure Eight.

Everyone knew Sarah Cameron. She was the beloved daughter of Ward Cameron, the pride and joy of Figure Eight, and the most envied and desired girl in Kildare. Everyone tripped over themselves trying to be in her good graces, trying to get a taste of the Cameron wealth and status. Ever since she entered high school, he'd heard all about her numerous relationships. She lept from boy to boy and left a trail of broken, jealous hearts in her path. Her most recent boy toy had been Topper Thornton, the son of the renowned Doctor Thornton and grandson of Judge Holden. JJ had left enough bruises on him for (Y/N) to know him well. (Y/N) thought they looked more like siblings than lovers.

"Nobody ever taught you not to talk to strangers, princess?" 

"I would hardly call you a stranger." She said and lifted the mai tai in hand up to her pink-colored lips. Her eyes twinkled with the setting sun, lightening the deep shade of brown. "Everyone knows the Maybanks."

"And nobody likes them. You might have to forfeit your Kook card if you get caught talking to me, Miss Cameron." He cooed teasingly and she smiled despite herself, rolling her pretty eyes and brushing her hair away from her face when the wind gently tousled it. His eyes drifted down to the dark knee-length sundress she wore decorated in orange and yellow flowers. It looked better than what most of the girls from the Cut wore to fancy events.

"I don't care about my Kook card, (Y/N). I think this whole... Pogue vs Kook thing is so stupid. We're all living on the same island. Why should we be giving each other shit for where we were born?" 

"I'm sure you'll be a just and fair ruler, princess." His words made her roll her eyes again and she laughed quietly into her can. Even her drink of choice screamed rich. Everyone else stuck to cheap beer or half-filled bottles they stole from the kitchen cabinet when their parents weren't home. Sarah twirled a piece of her hair around her finger, glancing away from him and toward her friends. They hadn't noticed her yet and for a moment, (Y/N) expected her to call out to them and walk away. But she looked back at him with a familiar coy smile. 

"Wanna talk somewhere more... private?"

He wondered how annoyed John B would be when he learned he'd taken Figure Eight's princess back to his place. It'd been closer than the Maybank residence and had less chance of a drunken and drugged Luke staggering through the front door ready to ruin (Y/N)'s night. Kiara would certainly throw a tantrum about him sleeping with her ex-best friend and if Kiara got upset, Pope would quickly follow in defense of his crush. Annoying little shits but they made JJ happy and that was enough for (Y/N) to tolerate their shenanigans. 

Tugging up his pants and zipping them back up, he gazed at the dozing Kook. Her long blonde hair had been sprawled out over the dark pillowcase and she'd buried half her face in the pillow, her parted lips forming a small spot of drool. As content and comfortable as she looked, he needed her back home before she chose to overstay her welcome under false assumptions. 

"Hey, princess." (Y/N) reached down to move some strands of hair away from her face and shook her shoulder. She whined quietly and squeezed her eyes before rolling fully onto her stomach and burying her face further in the pillow defiantly. "You need to get going before Ward calls the cops 'cause his precious girl didn't come home."

Tiredly lifting her head, she squinted at him through the sunlight. "Are you worried about Ward or worried about what your friends will say?" 

"My friends won't give a shit about me taking the Kook princess's virginity, sweets." Her face reddened considerably and he smirked. "My brother's friends might get pissed if they see a Kook on our turf. And I don't want problems with Carrera. She makes good food."

Sarah finally sat up and raked her fingers through her hair to detangle the knots as she searched the floor for her belongings. Her eyes finally settled on her underwear and she pursed her lips, the tips of her ears turning a soft red. "You ripped them." She murmured and her fingers began to toy with the ends of her hair. 

"You didn't complain when I did it." (Y/N) scooped the sundress up from the floor and tossed it in her direction, arms folding over his chest while he watched her get dressed and rise from the bed. She awkwardly tugged at the dress and retrieved her torn underwear from the floor before shoving it into her purse and turning to face him. 

"So-"

"I can drop you off at Word for Word. It's the closest store to Figure Eight so one of your little friends should be able to pick you up. I'd drive you home but I've got work and Barry will kill me if I'm late again." (Y/N) explained quickly and slipped his shirt back on, snatching his keys from the nightstand and jerking his head toward the door when Sarah remained rooted in her spot. 

"That's it? You're just going to... ditch me in the middle of nowhere?" She stared at him in a mixture of surprise and irritation, and (Y/N) sighed, preparing the speech he often found himself telling those who couldn't catch a hint. He was a Maybank, for Christ's sake. Nothing about the men in his family screamed commitment. His father could hardly hold down a job and JJ was as much of a playboy as the next guy.

"Sarah, baby, this doesn't mean anything. I'm sorry if your feelings are hurt but I asked if you were sure and offered to drive you back like five times last night. If you wanted your first time to be with your soulmate, you should've let me know and I would've taken you back to your boyfriend. Now, unless you want to get into a screaming match with Kiara, I suggest you start figuring out who's taking you the rest of the way."

[fl3shm4id3n]

If you can do you think you could do another Wanda maximoff reader with the sully’s when there with the metkayina?

Bₑᵢₙg ₗᵢₖₑ ₛcₐᵣₗₑₜ Wᵢₜcₕ ₐₙd gₒᵢₙg wᵢₜₕ ₜₕₑ ₘₑₜₖₐyᵢₙₐ Cₗₐₙ

ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴜʟʟʏ'ꜱ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ꜱᴄᴀʀʟᴇᴛ ᴡɪᴛᴄʜ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ (ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ), ᴍᴇᴛᴋᴀʏɪɴᴀ ᴋɪᴅꜱ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ꜱᴄᴀʀʟᴇᴛ ᴡɪᴛᴄʜ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ (ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ)

Tw: Mentions of human experimentation and torture, humans being inhumane, platonic fluff.

A/N: I know nothing of Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch, but I tried my best into looking up about her and I thought it would be better if I made it into a Hc.

Masterlist

Ever since the RDA has returned, they were after Jake and you. Specially you, since you were an experiment that they had put a lot of money (and torture) into making you the way that you are now. So you along with the Sully's fled to the reef na'vi, hoping they'd help you guys out.

When you arrived, you knew that you all weren't really welcomed. Specially you, since you were a human, a demon in their eyes. After Jake had practically begged Tonowari and Ronal in allowing you all to stay, you were finally allowed to stay. As long as you don't cause trouble.

At first it was hard, being in a different environment and with people who clearly dislike you for being human. Half of the time you'd stay away from the reef na'vi. Specially since you were going through some mental distress. Just by the thought of the RDA coming to get you, made your emotions, specially the ones of distress go wild. They'd also play a role in your powers. You thought it was best to stay away.

You'd either be at the Marui helping around or at the beaches, far away from everyone. So that you don't make them uncomfortable with your presence.

Except Tsireya was the one who decided to approach you. She wanted to get to know you a bit. You'd be the first human that she'd ever meet. She'd heard things about humans from her parents, but she had a different mind set. She believed that not all humans were as bad as they seemed. She knew that their was something about you, sure you were just a human. But with powers.

At first you thought of avoiding her, but she wasn't going to give up that easily. So she stuck around anyways, trying to start a conversation or just show you things that she's found that day. Eventually, you gave in and began talking with her.

You were nervous, since you weren't really used to others besides the Sully's and other people back at the forest being nice to you. You knew that her parents didn't like you for being human, except she didn't mind at all.

Then came Roxto, who also seemed interested in getting to know you as well. At first he didn't know how to treat you since he's never met a human, but eventually he just began to began to treat you like everyone else that he meets.

Lastly, Ao'nung was the last person to approach you. He stayed away from you the first few weeks, since he believed that you'd being misfortune into the clan because you were human and to him, everything you touch, you destroy. But after a while of being around you and the Sully kids, he saw you as his friend.

The Metkayina kids learned about your powers. They learned how you were able to fly, move things with your mind, create illusions and more. But what caught their attention more, was how you were able to manipulate chaos. Along with how your strong emotions can have an affect on your powers.

They assumed all humans had powers like you, but once you explained the reason why you have them, they were shocked to learn that humans also do horrible things to one another.

That's how they've learned that for a while, people only needed you to use you for their own benefits. After all, you were created to be a weapon for them to use against the na'vi. That's why you had such a hard time trusting others and how when people were nice to you was also hard to believe.

They assumed all humans helped each other out (In their evil plans) but that wasn't always true. Humans could be horrible to other humans, if not worse.

Believe it or not, but they like you. You're the first human that they've ever met and liked. To them, you were already part of the people.

[hiwelcometothemonstersancturary]

I was talking about this earlier today in a Discord server, but the idea of Angel and the Prototype adopting a human kid popped in my mind some hours ago and it's so so so so cute. Not going to happen in the AU (too many babies already, and I feel like that storyline would feel too much like "look at how the Couple is now having a Normal family instead of their Weird one(tm)", even if it's not the intention), but it's just so CUTE.

Like. Angel organizes the survivor reunion of all the Playcare kids + the few workers that weren't present during the Hour of Joy in the farmhouse. Everyone, including all the rescued toys, is having fun. The Prototype is mostly distant and covered head to toe in clothes Dogday sew for him in order to not scare the younger kids (because some of the people in there had children and brought them to the event). Angel is talking with someone who was a Playcare orphan - they're an adult now, and is now a foster parent to a little kid, I have. Everything is going as normal until they notice the little kid is nowhere to be found. Angel goes to search for them, and finds this BABY hiding behind one of the Prototype's legs. Proto is Panicking, of course, because there's a BABY in there and the baby refuses to let him go.

After some time, the little one eventually lets go of the Prototype, but is just hanging there next to him. The kid is obviously very anxious and shy, but they're feeling safer there. Marie and Bobby play with the kid for a bit, and when the event is over the baby has trouble saying goodbye to their new friends, but esp Proto because he made them feel safer.

Angel and the foster parent keep on contact, and the guy comes back to the farm with the baby, who immediately asks to see the "big guy". Proto is (gently) forced to leave his hut by Catnap so he can say hi. The kid becomes less anxious around the farm thanks to all the toys + Angel and Proto, and something something this eventually culminates in both Angel and Proto getting attached to this baby that Angel says that they should adopt the kid. And Proto agrees, because by this point he doesn't want to let go of the baby.

After the adoption process, the baby(tm) is added to the family. Needless to say that they're being pampered by everyone because now ALL THE TOYS got an older sibling promotion, even Bunzo himself! And despite how the kid is still anxious, they're helping them come out of their shell bit by bit. Kickin adores his new sibling but isn't allowed to be alone with them without responsible supervision (which does NOT include Poppy. She lets her baby sib do anything because she doesn't have the heart to tell them no).

Proto is very happy to be a parent of 88 kids now, but he's so afraid of hurting the Baby. He's very big! He's a GIANT! What if he hurts the little one???? But at the same time, the kid is so attached to him, they follow him EVERYWHERE. He only uses his human hands to handle them (his metallic ones are "too sharp"), and when the baby ends up sleeping on top of him he's forced to just lay there and accept his fate.

Angel absolutely pampers the kid. Everyone does, but Angel likes grabbing them and spinning them around while tickling them. Does their hair in fun styles, accepts getting a "makeover" from the kid even though they'll end up looking like a clown, etc etc. The baby frequently sleeps on their bed because they're afraid of being alone.

Proto learns to cook so he can feed the baby all three meals they need. Angel normally cooks without worries but Proto wants the experience as well. He teaches them some engineering, just like he taught Poppy and is teaching Ollie. Just. Fluff.

[sameschmidtdiffname]

feeling a bit weird asking this request since i haven't actually seen anyone write such a thing, but i'd like to ask for something about the parent figure!mike (NOT SMUT OFC), maybe something he's the reader's father or brother or something, if it's not something you could write just ignore !!! (i'm also not a native speaker so i apologize if it sounds impolite i always have this problem :/)

Girl have you read my fics?? Do NAWT come on here talking about feeling weird for a request when I have written shit that's sending me to super hell with Jensen Ackles or whoever played the angel guy from Supernatural. (I hope that joke made sense, I'm not in that fandom </3)

Anyways, I hope you enjoy this!! Fresh off the press for you pookie <3 (BTW, your English js great and you weren't demanding at all!! Seriously, don't feel bad 😊)

Same Shit, Different Schmidt

Dad! Mike & Gender Neutral! Reader

(This gif always sends me, I'm sorry)

Summery: You are a stubborn ass and Mike is not here to put up with that shit. Where'd you get this attitude, anyways? Is it so hard to just listen?

Tags: No use of Y/N, Reader is Mike's child, this is lowkey a sequel to 'What's One More?' but that is absolutely not required to read this, sickness, reader almost passes out, slight angst, Mike takes care of reader, Mike has a come to Jesus moment, mentions of arguing, injury, underage drinking, Abby and Mike go at it at one point, just a cute lil drabble :)

Notes: it feels illegal to post something so short. Is this allowed?? Anyways, this was so cute to write! Definitely a new approach. I hope you guys like this! Thanks for the request anon, I always love getting them 💗

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"I'm fine," you groaned emphatically, trying to to rise from the bed, musty from your body's sweat during the night.

"You are not fine, do not bullshit me," Mike scolded. His hands pressed you back onto the bed, his scowl growing as he feels your temperature through your moist shirt. "When did this start?"

"I told mom my throat hurt last night and she gave me some ibuprofen. It's seriously just a cold," you said, trying one more time to rise from the bed.

"You always get a sore throat before you get sick, have since you were a kid. When did the fever start?" His hand feels freezing against your clammy forehead, making you shy away to avoid the chills that threaten you.

"Not hot."

"You want me to call your mom so you can gaslight her, too?" His tone is firm and threatening. "Is there something you're trying to get away with here or...?"

"I have tech tonight for my show, I can't miss," you finally admit. You open your mouth to continue, but Mike quickly cuts you off.

"No. Out of the question," he said.

"Dad, I'll get in trouble-"

"You will get everyone else sick and then what? I said no," he said firmly. But when he sees the way you sink into the bed, eyes sad and finally accepting the situation, he thinks of your mother acting in a similar manner or Abby when she was your age with the same attitude. It makes him relent, pressing his lips tight together. "What do you need me to do?" He asked, voice softer as he strokes your cheek. Your eyes brighten for a moment, a smile breaking out. "You're not going, I'm just asking what I could do to help."

You sink into the bed once more, crossing your arms.

"My director is gonna hate me," you mumble.

"I will deal with her, or she will deal with me. I promise you one's better than the other," he said. At that you crack a smile, finally looking at him.

"Mom's not gonna be pleased either," you said.

"Mom's not gonna let you go either," he said. "I'm getting the thermometer and then I'm moving you to the living room so I can watch you better. You get control of the TV as your consolation prize."

You twirl your finger in the air, rolling your eyes as emit a mocking 'yay,' glaring at him as he shoots the same glare down at you, walking out of the room and slipping his phone out of his pocket to call your mother.

"How upset are they?" She asked on the other side of the phone. He could hear the office chatter going on around her as he searched through the cabinets for the supplements they kept in stock.

"They're not thrilled. Not planning my death yet, but it's coming," Mike huffed. "Is it elderberry that helps with sore throats?"

"Elderberry makes it worse after you get sick, helps before. Don't give them that," she said. There's a slight pause before she adds "You realize this attitude is inherited?"

"Oh," he groaned, sucking on his teeth. "I wasn't gonna throw you under the bus like that."

"I helped raise Abby, do not pin this on me," she laughed.

"I don't deny sickness," Mike said.

"I can name five seperate instances where you did," she countered. Mike froze for a moment, trying to remember. "Just go easy on them. Remember you're dealing with your kid."

"And yours," he countered.

"Supposedly," she teased.

"I'm pretty sure that was you I knocked up."

"But are you sure?"

"Well, there was that one time with your mom."

She laughed. "Have them text me when they can. I'll deal with director, she knows me better."

"Thanks. She terrifies me. Kinda get why they don't wanna miss," Mike admitted. With a quick laugh and a quicker goodbye, Mike clicks off the call, slipping the phone back into his pocket. He gathered the vitamins in a small cup, grabbed the other needed items and made his way back to the room that used to house his little sister.

"Okay, Mom's dealing with director and is willing to grab dinner of your choice if you'll-" Mike trails off at the sight of your empty bed, worry prickling through and tainting the annoyance rising in his chest. He calls your name, turning to look for you before his ears tune in on the shower running in the bathroom. He sighs, placing the items on your bedside table and making his way to the living room. All is well until about ten minutes after the water shuts off, when he heard a small but sure 'thud' ring from the room.

"Honey?" He called. Nothing.

He rises from his chair, his mind trying to remind himself to stay calm and not jump to its automatic thoughts of harm and anxiety as he walked quickly to the door.

"If you don't answer I'm coming in," he warned. The quiet groan on the otherside is all he needed to quickly open the unlocked door, trying not to panic as he catches sight of you curled up on the floor with your head between your knees.

"I'm fine," you said quietly. "Got dizzy." Your clothes are thrown on haphazardly and it's clear how disoriented you are. Your hair doesn't even look properly washed.

Mike's arms are comforting, familiar and protective as he carefully lifts you up, taking you to the couch as though you weigh nothing to him. When his mind is racing like this, you may as well not.

"What were you thinking?" He asked in a panicked voice. "I told you you weren't going."

"My director hates me and tech is like, our biggest practice. I can't miss," you insisted, barely able to stand the light shining through the open windows. The couch is cool against your skin, the old leather offering relief. Mike had brought it home a few years back, a surprise he'd found at a thrift store with your help. Still pricey but a Christmas gift for everyone in the house. Your mother shook her head as she finally agreed maybe the couch that was as old as her needed to be replaced.

"Your mom is dealing with her and she's gonna deal with you next if you don't listen to either of us," Mike said. He ran back to your room, collecting the items and returning to your side before you could even respond. "Can you just let us take care of you?"

Oh. Oh. Fine, okay. There it is. He hears it now, that point your mother had just been making.

As the thermometer takes longer than he'd like to beep, he sighs at the sight of you looking like death on the couch. "You get this attitude from me," he finally sighed. You raise your brow quizzically, waiting for him to continue. A soft noise emits from the device. Mike takes it from your mouth and scowls at the number that flashes back at him. He hands you a now room temperature cup of throat coat tea with three ibuprofen to help with the fever before he takes your hand.

"Did I tell you about the time your mother had to drag me to the emergency room for stitches on my forehead?" He asked, smiling. You snort, taking another sip of your drink. "It happened when you were little. I don't even think you were two. Abby was going out with this idiot and figured out how to take out the screen in her window so she could sneak out without any of us knowing. This girl was bad news, I mean-"

"Aunt Abby?" You asked.

"What? No. No, the girl she was going out with, Lisa Browning. Had her come home with a belly button piercing once, I wasn't happy about that. Anyways, Abby decided that she was going to this party one night and I'd found her bed empty halfway through the night while I was going to check on you. Well, I decided I was gonna wait for her in her room with the lights off until she got home. So I sat in front of her window and eventually got tired, so I shut my eyes. Figured it couldn't hurt. Took a couple hours, but eventually your mother woke up and my side of the bed was empty and she heard this loud as fuck noise from your aunts room. This is like four in the morning, mind you," he said. "So she jumped out of bed and heard your aunt yelling, saw some guy in dark clothes on the floor, open window and the lights are off, and she's still wiping sleep out of her eyes."

"Oh no," you groaned.

"Oh yes. Grabbed some metal Eiffel Tower thing on Abby's desk and just swung at my head. Hurt like a bitch," he laughed, you joining in as much as you could without hurting your throat. "It was a good hit. I think she realized it was me when I grabbed her ankle and hollered her name cause she stopped right after that. Wasn't too bad, but I wouldn't stop bleeding."

"So did Abby get in trouble?" You asked.

"Are you kidding? I was even more pissed, I chased her down the hallway after her girlfriend climbed in and fell on top of me. I was ready to kill her. Your mother had to drag me and her into the car, go back and grab you and deal with us screaming at each other all the way to the hospital. Not that I wanted to go, I was fine with just pressing a dishcloth to the thing and carrying on with my plan to rip my sister a new one. She had to threaten us both to actually get me inside, and I only conceded because I was too dizzy to object by that point. I think the nurses assumed she was insane. I mean, kid on her hip, dressed in pajamas with some drunk teenager bickering with a guy bleeding from his head at the crack of dawn. I'm surprised no one called the cops. They did have to almost seperate Abby and I, though. Which just upset me more."

"How did they get you to calm down?" You asked.

"Your mother handed you to me while she walked Abby to a bathroom so she could take a go at her. And you were all upset anyways because I wasn't paying attention to you and you didn't understand why the nurses were fuckin' with me or why I was upset. Once I had you in my arms I refocused, calmed down a good bit. Someone brought me a book to read you and we got to focus on that while they prepped me for stitches," he said the last part softly. "I was so glad when Abby got out of her teen rebellion phase."

"She ruined mine," you joked.

"Yeah. She used pretty much every trick in the book, so we were ready for you. Sorry," he said.

"It's fine, I don't like parties."

"I don't either."

Mike's phone buzzed in his pocket. He checked it, typing a quick response before refocusing on you. "Your mother wants to know what you're thinking for dinner," he said.

"Chinese?" You asked.

"That comes from your mom's side," he smiled. "She'll be pleased."

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Sidequests and Shenanigans

Jake x Fem!Reader (could be read an Gn! if wanted since the word girlfriend/she is used sparsely), Best friend Ni-ki, Protective Sunghoon

Warnings: Cursing, Injury, Mentions of Hospitals

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You and Jake were spending some last-minute quality time together before he left for a fashion show. It was a significant event for him, and you were excited for Jake, even though you would miss him terribly. You curled up next to him on the couch, enjoying the comfort of his presence. He smelled good, like the shampoo you loved so much and clean laundry. He was overall soft. Something you loved so much about him. He was so comforting.

So, it would be hard not being with him for the week or so he would be gone.

"Are you sure you’ll be okay while I’m gone?" Jake read your mind, his fingers gently combing through your hair.

"Of course," you reassured him, smiling up at him. "Ni-ki said he’d keep me company, and we’ll probably just hang out and watch movies, play video games. That sort of thing."

Jake chuckled, his eyes filled with affection. "Just don’t get into too much trouble." A small giggle escaped you as Jake planted a soft kiss on the corner of your lips.

"I’ll try my best," you teased, leaning up to kiss him fully. "But you know how Ni-ki and I are."

"I do," he sighed playfully. "You guys feed off of each other. If you two weren't so alike that you're basically the same person, I'd almost think he was trying to steal my girlfriend from me." He squeezed your shoulder. "Just be careful, okay?"

You nodded, promising yourself you’d keep things low-key. But little did you know, things were about to get a lot more chaotic than you intended.

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"I’m so bored," Ni-ki groaned, sinking further into the couch.

You guys had already played through all the games you had wanted to play through. Raided Jake's snack bin and his fridge - which you figured he probably wouldn't have been too happy about considering he just did groceries - and prank called everyone on your respective contact lists, plus the edition of some of the executives of companies Ni-Ki didn't belong to. Which was worth the 27,000 won Seungmin from Stray Kids had sent in exchange for a call to his superior and namesake of the company. Which was a call cut short once you managed to scam him.

"We need to do something fun." You guys were star-fished on Jake's living room floor, staring up the ceiling fan, Layla laying on her back as well copying the both of you.

"What do you have in mind?" you asked, a smirk coming to your face as you sat up, knowing that Ni-ki’s definition of fun usually meant something adventurous, a little reckless - and occasionally slightly illegal.

Ni-ki’s eyes lit up as he leaned closer, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "How about a side quest? We sneak into that abandoned building downtown?"

You blinked in surprise. The building he was talking about was notorious for being off-limits. There were rumors of it being haunted, and it was technically illegal to trespass there.

"You mean the one we’re not supposed to go near?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Exactly," Excitement bubbled in his voice. "Think about it! We can explore, take some cool photos, and maybe even find something interesting. Like a ghost."

You hesitated. It was risky, but the thrill of doing something so reckless was tempting. And with Ni-ki there, you felt a bit braver. "Alright, let’s do it. But if we get caught, I’m blaming you."

Ni-ki laughed, already grabbing his jacket. "Deal."

The two of you arrived at the abandoned building as dusk was settling in, adding an eerie atmosphere to the already creepy location. The entrance was easy enough to find, and Ni-ki expertly picked the lock- a skill you only slightly questioned- allowing you both to slip inside unnoticed.

The interior was even more dilapidated than you expected—crumbling walls, broken furniture, and a thick layer of dust coating everything. It was both fascinating and unnerving. Ni-ki led the way, shining his flashlight around as you carefully followed.

"Look at this place," Ni-ki whispered, clearly in awe. "It’s like stepping into a horror movie."

"You know you're literally risking your career for this?"

"Ughhhh stop being super a party pooper Y/N. This place is quite literally never patrolled. And I've seen other idols post pictures here."

"Yeah, but they get permission- something that we don't have."

"Are you trying to be lame?" He said rolling his eyes. "You're acting like a boomer."

He hopped onto a set of slightly sunken in stairs walking up; and without a second thought you followed.

They creaked under both of your guy's weight, but you didn't think anything more of it as you bantered with your best friend.

"I'm only six months older than you. We're basically the same age."

"You may have the body of Gen Z, but you have the soul of a Karen."

"Hey take that back-"

As you further climbed a set of rickety stairs, the wood beneath your foot gave way. With a sudden, terrifying crack, the stair collapsed, sending you crashing down to the floor below. You landed hard, pain shooting through your leg as you cried out.

He rushed down after you, his face pale with worry. "Are you okay?"

You groaned, tears streaming down your face as you clutched your leg. "I think… I think I broke something." You whimpered.

Ni-ki’s eyes widened, panic setting in. "We need to get out of here. Can you move?"

With his help, you managed to stand, but putting any weight on your injured leg was excruciating.

And the sound of your scream was excruciatingly heartbreaking to Ni-ki. It was his fault you were hurt. If he had never proposed this idea...

Jake was going to kill him.

But he wasn't worried about that at the moment, he was worried about you.

Ni-ki wrapped your arm around his shoulders, practically carrying you as you hobbled out of the building. The adrenaline was wearing off, and the pain was becoming unbearable.

Once you were safely back in the car, Ni-ki allowed himself to panic. "We need to get you to a hospital."

"No!" you cried out quickly, shaking your head despite the pain. "If we go to a hospital, they’ll ask questions. And Jake will find out. He's my primary contact." You winced to the throb of your leg.

You placed your head back and closed your eyes. The pain was so bad you were feeling nauseous, and dizzy from the complete shock of the injury.

Ni-ki looked at you like you were crazy. "You can’t just walk this off, Y/N. You need help!"

You winced, knowing he was right but still not wanting to worry Jake. "Let’s just go back to my place. I’ll figure something out. If you take me to the hospital, I'll never forgive you. And Jake will absolutely murder you. And how will you explain it to the company?! They're gonna question it. We can go home and say it was caused by something else and have the ambulance take me or something."

The large gash was slowly dripping thick, red liquid from your thigh and it plopped onto the dog hair mat Jake had placed in the backseat for Layla. You look up at Ni-ki with wide eyes and you both groaned.

"Jake is gonna kill us."

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Back at your place, Ni-ki helped you inside and onto the couch. Your leg was throbbing, and it was clear that you needed more than just rest. But the thought of Jake cutting his trip short because of this made you even more determined to keep it a secret.

Ni-ki wrapped your leg as best as he could, using makeshift bandages and ice packs to reduce the swelling.

When you were discussing what your story would be, and unexpected visitor showed up, thwarting all of your plans.

Sunghoon stood in the doorway, watching Ni-ki struggle with the gauze and band-aids, Jake's apartment keys dangling from his keychain.

"Fuck." Ni-ki's voice seemed to echo the American curse word he loved so much in the silence.

Sunghoon stared at the two of you, with a disappointed look on his face, the worry he had masked by his calm demeanor.

“What happened to your leg?” Sunghoon questioned, scanning your poorly dealt with leg, and placing a hand on it gingerly.

You and Ni-ki exchanged a panicked look, but before you could come up with an excuse, Sunghoon was already dialing Jake’s number.

He let it ring on speaker, and placed it in the front pocket of his flannel and hoisted you up off the couch.

Neither you nor Ni-ki dared to speak while the phone rang.

Jake didn't answer the first time, so Sunghoon buckled you in the back of his car, and turned to Ni-ki.

"Speak."

"Y/N and I wanted to do something fun so we thought it would be a fun idea to sneak into the abandoned building downtown and everything was okay and fine, and it wasn't illegal really or anything but then all of the sudden we were walking and then Y/N kindasortafellthroughasetofoldbrokenstairsandshegothurt." Ni-ki rambled out, his head dipping the more and more disappointed Sunghoon looked.

He motioned for Ni-ki to get in the front seat and buckled himself in and started to head towards what you could only assume was the hospital.

Not even a second after he pulled into the main road, his phone rang. Sunghoon connected it to the car speaker. He gripped the steering wheel with one hand and waited for the connection while furiously working his gum between his teeth.

"Hey, Sunghoon! How’s everything going? Did you check on Y/N and Ni-ki?"

Sunghoon's lips were pressed into a thin and irritated line, and he popped his gum.

"Guess what your little devil spawns were up to when I walked in?"

The sudden shift in his close friend's tone immediately put Jake on edge slighlty.

"What happened? Did Ni-ki, Y/N and Layla destroy my home? Ni-ki steal my girlfriend?" He joked.

Sunghoon huffed and snapped his gum once more, maneuvering through traffic with one hand on the steering well, a muscle in his jaw twitching. His tone dripped with frustration, but you knew it was because he cared deeply for you and Ni-ki, and was upset at the thought of you being hurt- and at the thought of the possibility of the risk for injury Ni-ki could have had.

"I walked in on Ni-ki trying to play doctor, roughly bandaging Y/N’s leg after they snuck out to that abandoned building downtown. Turns out, she's got a broken leg, Jake. I’m driving them to the hospital right now."

There was a long pause on the other end.

"You're kidding."

Sunghoon didn't answer, instead he flicked his blinker and seamlessly merged lanes.

"A broken leg?! Why didn’t you call me sooner? How bad is it? Is she in a lot of pain?" Jake's voice was frantic, and it made you and Ni-ki wince at his worry.

Sunghoon's tone was curt but controlled. "Yeah, she’s in pain. And honestly, Jake, you would’ve lost it if you’d seen the mess I walked into. They were trying to hide it from you- like that was going to work. I’m just glad I got there before things got any worse." His gaze shot to the rearview to check on you, and then over to Ni-Ki as he took one last turn onto the street the hospital was on.

Your boyfriend's tone was strained and filled with frustration and unease. "I’m heading back right now. Please, just take care of her. And make sure Ni-ki isn't hurt either. I can’t believe they’d do something so reckless…" You heard shuffling in the background and the opening and slamming of drawers.

"Believe it, Jake. They were both in over their heads, and now we’re dealing with the fallout. But right now, my focus is getting her to the hospital and making sure she’s okay. You can handle the scolding when you get back."

Jake exhaled sharply. "Best believe. Ni-ki and Y/N are in for it. And I know they can both hear me." The youngest member and you turned to each other; eyes wide. "I've been gone for three days. Three days and they've gotten themselves into a situation!"

Sunghoon swerved into the Emergency Room lot. "We're here, Jake, I'll carry her in."

"Thank you, Sunghoon. Please, just make sure she’s alright. And check on Ni-Ki too." You saw the guilt wash over your best friend's face, that even in anger, and in worry of his girlfriend's serious injury, his Hyung was still concerned for him as well.

"I've got it under control now. I’ll keep you updated on her condition. But Jake, get back here as soon as you can.”

"I’m on my way, staff just booked my ticket. Just… keep watch on both of them until I get there."

Sunghoon issued his goodbyes, and soon enough you were whisked into the emergency room.

Sunghoon rested a hand on Ni-ki's shoulder and pet your head softly as you waited to get to the X-Ray.

"I know Jake and I seem upset but it's because you guys could've been hurt even worse. We love and care for you both deeply and to see you guys put yourself in a risky situation and then not ask help because of the fear of consequences is stressful."

Later on you were laying on Jake's bed with your leg propped up by all the pillows Sunghoon an Ni-ki had collected. You and Ni-ki ended up curled together and asleep, like two little kids who were worn out from a long day of playing.

Jake was sitting next to the bed with Sunghoon and looked utterly exhausted.

"I don't want to wake them up. They look tired." Jake frowned and ran a hand through his hair.

"You have to talk to them though. They can't think they're gonna keep getting away with these shenanigans. They're stunts are getting a bit too reckless. We can't risk them getting any more hurt. And if you aren't going to talk to them then I'll get Heeseung Hyung or Jay Hyung. But I'm sure they'd rather hear it from you."

You stirred awake when you heard their murmurs, and due to your shifting Ni-ki woke up as well, stretching and elbowing you in the face in the process.

"Ow."

"Sorry-"

You guys both stopped when you felt the stares of the two older guys. You tried to sit up but then realized that wasn't necessarily the easiest thing.

"Hi, baby..." You said quietly. Jake brushed a piece of your hair off of your forehead, placing a kiss there.

"Hi."

Ni-ki sat up and Sunghoon sat back, waiting for the talk Jake was about to give.

"I know you didn’t mean for any of this to happen, but what you both did was dangerous. You could’ve really gotten hurt—or worse. I love you both, and I know you were just trying to have some fun, but you’ve got to be more careful. You can’t just go breaking into places like that. Especially with all the physical risks." He sighed. "You guys are lucky the fashion show was on the first day, and the rest were able to be missed. You had me stressed." He groaned and put his hands on his face.

You and Ni-ki simultaneously let out an apology and Jake chuckled.

He kissed your cheek and ruffled Ni-ki's hair. "I'm letting you off easy this time. But next time, I'm making sure that you guys get a babysitter."

Sunghoon opened his mouth and made that little clicky sound he always did. He turned his phone to Jake.

"Goodness." Jake chuckled nervously. "I may have let you off easy but Heeseung and Jay told Sunoo and Jungwon saw you landed in Korea and asked what was up and they told him. They're all on their way now. Jay Hyung already said he knows I went easy on you two so prepare for a lecture."

You both groaned and Ni-ki hit his head back on the pillow with a thump.

"Well, if you didn't want a lecture than maybe next time you shouldn't have gone off on your side quests. Maybe just stay home and raid my fridge. Which speaking of I'm starving." Jake got up, placing one last peck on your face.

"Uh Hyung, why do you think we went on the side quest in the first place? We ate all your food."

"Well, I can deal with that. At least its not like last time when you prank called the entire staff team of ATEEZ. The amount of damage control I had to-"

Jake's phone started to buzz wildly in his pocket and when he pulled it out he looked confused at first but then smiled slightly. "I wonder what Chan is calling me for?"

Sunghoon's eyes met the eyes of the two troublemakers and you winced as Jake's face fell more and more that longer he stayed on the phone.

"You guys are getting an earful, alright." Sunghoon mumbles, opening his phone to type out a message.

Please keep spreading word about letting Enhypen rest! The boys are visibly tired! Don't stop until the boys get the rest they need and deserve!

[georgeweasleyslostearhq]

hi i love your writing style <33 would you write a oneshot where y/n and fred have been dating for a few months and r really secure in their love for one another and at a party someone polyjuices into y/n to make fred think they cheated, but he just knows they'd never do that? ^^

NICE TRY

Pairings: Fred Weasley x Fem!reader Summary: ^^^ Warnings: mention of cheating.

the loud music was blasting Fred's ears. there were people dancing and screaming as he pushed through to get more firewhiskey

the older years of Gryffindor were celebrating another win in Quidditch.

Fred took a chug as he went back to George to find a few first years with cups in their hands. he shook his head and went up to them.

he snatched the cups from the two boys hands and ushered them away

"go back to bed, you're too young for this" he demanded

"you can't make us!" they yelled at him defensively

"if you don't go back to your dorms I will make sure the rest of your years here that I'm still here will be hell, I'm talking pranks every day on you and all of your friends" Fred threatened.

the boys had heard of Fred and George. and they usually laughed at the pranks they came across that the twins did, and they couldn't imagine the victims being them.

they looked at the ground and pushed past the older kids to go to their dorms, Fred watched to make sure they went up the stairs before going to find George

"what took you so long?" George asked him

"came across some first years sneaking in, think they can come down here and party with the big people" he laughed

"how many of those have you had?" George nodded to Fred's cup

"only a few, it'll probably be my last, I don't wanna get too hammered tonight" Fred shrugged

"not me, I'm getting wasted!" George chuckled drunkenly, already seeming wasted enough.

Fred chuckled at his brother and took another sip of his drink.

George distracted himself by talking to Lee while Fred felt hands on his body, roaming down his sides and up to his chest

he looked to who he was looking at to see a drunk girl all over him

"hey cutie" she yelled over the music, going on her tippy toes to get closer to his face.

Fred backed away from her, the scent of the alcohol as he breathed on him made him sick.

Fred never allowed any girl who flirted with him to be near him, he would turn them down straight away and make them leave him alone

that was ever since he was claimed by you 5 months ago. he had high hopes for you guys as you'd been friends for years before that, and you both seemed so in love with each other.

Fred often got hit on or flirted with, whether it was the occasional girl throwing herself onto him, or just openly flirting with him, and he never liked it.

he made sure everyone knew he was in a committed relationship with you, he would show you off to everybody. taking you wherever he went where he get you into trouble and get detention.

he never made you feel like you weren't good enough or that he would leave you, he made sure you felt like the only girl in the world to him, that you were his world.

the girl scoffed and walked away from him when he told her to leave him alone, that he wasn't interested

George went up to Fred as he finished his drink

"I don't know if I'm seeing right, because it's kind of blurry, but is that Y/n over there?" George pointed to the corner where you were pressed up against a wall with a guy making out with you, his hands sliding up your thigh

Fred looked over and squinted to make sure it was you through the subtle red lights.

"yeah" Fred answered

"what are you gonna do?" George slurred as Fred looked back at him

Fred held out his cup for George to take but then retracted it

"never mind, I think you've had enough" Fred sighed before walking towards you, putting the drink on a table that was on his way to you

he got to the corner and raised his eyebrows

"having fun?" he questioned them but they only continued their makeout session

Fred rolled his eyes before pushing the guy off of 'you'

"what the hell man?!" the guy yelled at him angrily before realising it was Fred and ran off

he looked at the girl who looked at you and glared

"what are you doing?" he sneered

"what does it look like?" she spat

"alright whatever, who are you?" Fred shook his head, annoyed at the situation

"your ex girlfriend now" she smiled sarcastically

by the looks and sound of it, she wasn't drunk

but either way, Fred knew it wasn't you. you would never do something like this, you had no interest in any other guy but him and you liked to show it.

and he trusted you, with everything in him, he trusted you and knew you weren't someone to trust, you hated the thought that people do that to others.

he found it funny that this person thinks they could do this

"you know what I find funny?" he smiled at her

"what?" she crossed her arms

"I find it funny that Y/n went to bed an hour ago"

the girl in your form laughed it off

"you believed that! as soon as I walked away from you I came back" she giggled

"I walked her up the stairs, I walked away from her soo" he clicked his tongue, squinting his eyes like he was in thought

"I don't know what to tell you, Fred, I don't wanna be with you anymore, when you left me I came back down" she shrugged

"nice try, but she wouldn't do this" Fred blinked

"Fred leave me alone, we're over" she tried walking away from him but he pulled her back, feeling the shape of a bottle in her pocket of her robe.

he put his hand in her pocket and pulled it out

"give me that!" she yelled and tried to get it out of his hands

he lifted it up in the air and took a sniff to smell exactly what he thought it was

"I'm gonna ask you again, who are you?" he put the bottle in his out pocket

"none of your business" she growled

"fine, when does it run out?" he asked her

"why would I tell you that?" she raised her eyebrows

"because I don't want people thinking my girlfriend is a slut going around making out with fifty guys" he answered her angrily

"it's been one, actually" the girl scoffed

"alright then, well done. when does it ware off" he repeated

"no"

"do you want to make this harder than it has to be?" Fred crossed his arms

the girl refused to talk and just stood there

"you know, I'll have to tell Professor you raided his potions, that'll be at least 3 weeks detention" he grinned at her, making her glare

"so what's your name?" he questioned, growing tired of her

"Anna" she mumbled but he heard

"Anna Trent?" he wondered

she nodded her head, her face beginning to change back to her normal face

"right, well, Goodnight Trent. and I'll have you know that you will seriously regret it if you try this again" he threatened before leaving her there as she morphed into herself

he went up the stairs and walked to his dorm, opening the door to find you in his bed, asleep

he took off his jacket and put the potion on the table, making sure to remember where it was for later.

he climbed into his bed and smiled when you snuggled into him

"Freddie?" he heard you mumble as you moved closer to him

"why aren't you sleeping, Love?" he kissed your head, wrapping a hand around your waist

"couldn't. how was the party?" you muttered sleepily

"boring. go back to sleep, Love" he replied, lifting your leg to wrap it around his torso as he got comfortable

"I love you" your kissed him before yawning

"I love you more" he stroked your hair until you fell asleep.

he smiled knowing it couldn't've been you as he heard your light snores.

you were right here, in his bed waiting for him to come back to you, cuddled up to his pillow as if it was him.

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[stefanmikaleson1864]

My Life / Our Life

My Life / Our Life 

A/N : I really hope everyone enjoy this !!! I am so excited for this piece ! :)

If you like my work please comment , like and reblog it means a lot to see interaction on my work !

Family was the only thing that have ever mattered to you. I know it sounds cheesy but it’s true.

You home life wasn’t the greatest. Your mom and dad weren’t bad people, they weren't just the greatest parents. 

You also didn’t have a lot of friends either. You were by far the tallest and the biggest kid in class. Kids always made fun of you because of your weight

But all that changed when a Blonde hair kid and his little brother transferred into your school.

The day Courtland saw you sitting alone eating your lunch he took to you. You were beautiful and he just knew there was something in you that he needed, that he wanted.                 

So you choose your family. Court and his brother were your chosen family. They were about the same age as you. 

There home life wasn’t good either. Their piece of shit father was an abuser. 

So you all kind of made the best of your situation. You spent the nights a lot at their house.

Court always protected and hid you the best he could from the violence. He knew at your home it wasn’t the best either. At least their you were with him and he could protect you. 

Growing up you knew you had to study hard to go to a good school and get away.

You wanted to study journalism and tell the stories that mattered. You never had a voice before so doing this finally had one. 

Court’s Brother kind of shifted as he got older.

Things got hard as as they got older their dad was getting worse and worse. When he was eighteen and you were sixteen that night changed the trajectory of all of your lives. 

You weren’t there when it happened. You and Court were both grateful for even more so court.

It had reached a breaking point and he knew it was going to be his dad or his brother and that was a easy choice. 

You remember being home an seeing the police come out. Every being nosey rushed out of their homes to watch. You just had this undeniable bad feeling in your gut. Something was wrong and you were to afraid to find out. 

But nonetheless you ran outside, and what you saw broke you into a million pieces. You watched as a handcuffed bloody  Court was being escorted out of the house. He kept his down not looking. 

Your natural instinc was to run to him. You didn’t know what you were going to do but you know you needed to do something, anything. 

Your parents and sisters were outside and you yelled his name breaking out of the clutch your dad had on you. 

You caught him just as he was at the bottom of the stairs. He looked up at you and he had a blank look on his face. His eyes were scanning yours and it looked like it took hm a moment to process that it was you. 

When he did his face softened up and he looked at you with tears in his eyes. 

“I love you it’s going to be okay I promise you” You said to him 

“I love you more” He said quietly. 

Then the cops took him away. You didn’t break eye contact the whole time. He kept his head turned looking at you the whole time. 

It truly broke every single thing in your body seeing that. Your feet were frozen in that space and it felt like the weight of everything was in your shoulders. 

Watching as they carried out his dad’s body on a stretcher you didn’t even have to ask who it was. You already knew there was no question. 

The weeks and the months had passed sense. No one was allowed inside of the house for a while. It was a crime scene after all. 

Court’s Brother had gone and vanished which hurt. You two always cared about each other even when we was gone he still reached out. When he was home he loved to annoy you and do typical brother things.

Home was getting harder. Hearing your parents talk about how they knew he was trouble. Like they ever even gave him a thought before. 

You couldn’t see him, which hurt you weren’t 18 and your parents weren’t sure as hell as taking you to see a murder.

Their words which was just untrue. He wasn’t a nasty or vile person. He was in a bad situation. And he was a protector and he had a choice to make. 

You two did write letters though. He never talked to you about the inside though.

He only wanted to talk about you. You tried asking him was he okay , did he need anything. He just avoided it. He didn't want you worried or upset. 

 A year had gone by sense that day and the trial was offical starting. You woke up early and caught the bus to be there for him. You were the only person in his corner. Maybe just maybe because he was a kid and his background they would let him go easy. 

His lawyer asked you to testify in his defense. He shut it down immediately, he said there was no way he was going to ask you to do that. He didn’t even want you at his trial. Not that he was utterly grateful for you.

It just killed him that you had to see him like that. You were young to you deserved to be shopping with friends and being a kid. Also seeing you and not being able to touch you or hold you close killed him. 

You didn’t listen to him though a bad habit of yours. Always telling him he didn’t control you and you were your own person.

So you testified anyways telling the judge and jury and everyone who would listen how much of a amazing person he was. 

How he was your protector , your friend , your mentor. Someone who always picked out the pink starburst because he knew you loved them.

When you felt insecure about your weight because you were plus size he always told you how beautiful you were. How every day he made you feel like you mattered. 

How he eas everything good in this world that life had to offer 

He mattered to he was someone , just because he got delt bad cards in life it didn’t mean that he should pay for it with the rest if his life. You pleaded with them to give him a chance. 

When you were done you saw Court wipe a tear from his eye. Not that he would ever admit it. But sadly your pleas weren’t enough. And at the ripe old age of eighteen they decided to just send him away for life. 

When they said the verdict you let out a sob. Feeling like your heart was ripped out of your chest. There was no way you heard it right. Court just sat there not showing emotion but feeling it on the inside. 

Your sob was something he would never forget. How he felt so broken. 

You struggled after a lot. He stopped writing you back. But that didn’t stop you from sending them anyways. You talked about everything and anything to him. He loved and hated them. He loved hearing anything about you. 

But he hated them he wanted to let you go. As much as it hurt he knew you deserved a life and you needed to move on and be happy. That’s all he ever wanted from you was to be happy. 

A few months after the trial you found out you got accepted into your dream school. You couldn’t believe UCLA wanted you. Not to mention a full scholarship everything you worked so hard for. 

At the same time you got accepted into a smaller state school with a full ride. It was close to the prison Court was at. 

You knew as much as you dreamed about LA you couldn’t leave him behind. He would have been all alone. In a few months you would have been eighteen. 

You could be there and see him when ever you wanted. So you made a choice , which everyone in your life disagreed. All this for a man who would never breath free air again. 

But that’s thing it was your choice. No one else’s.Court was always there for you so it was time you returned the favor. 

So you wrote to him about college. You left out the UCLA part but told him where you were going to school. It was close by and you could come see him all the time.

His heart broke into a million pieces. He knew how much you dreamed about LA. He was also proud you for getting into a school with a free ride. He didn’t want you in the prison though that was a big fear. 

He had changed in the two years he had been here. He didn’t talk anymore he had built up a wall and he became more distant. It was the only was he could survive. He didn’t want you exposed to this.

So when you graduated high school and moved into your dorm. It was a bittersweet feeling. You were so happy but also feeling so many different emotions of loss , guilt and emptiness. 

But college life was fun. You meant  a great group of friends. You felt like you belonged and you were happy and content with your choice now. 

You were bubbling with excitement as your eighteenth birthday had approached. It meant you could see him again. 

No one at school knew about it. They didn’t understand and you didn’t want to be judged. 

So finally when it came around and you were happy about the gifts and the cake and the party in your dorm your friends made you. You were ready for the big day.

When it finally came you put on your prettiest outfit and asked your friend to help you with your makeup. 

The butterflies were strong in your stomach. You got up early and caught the busses down. When you saw the fenced walls and the barbwire you couldn’t help but suddenly feeling nervous and unsure. 

But you pushed it down and knowing when you saw him it would be worth it. 

You were shocked to see so many people there. It was nerve wracking seeing the cops and it was so loud in there. 

Being searched literally scared you and left you un easy. But when they walked you into the visitors room and sat you down. You quickly let all that go. 

Court knew you were coming. They told him he had a visitor on his list and he instantly knew it could only be you. He knew he should be strong and not come out. Maybe you be so hurt you would stop talking to him. 

But he couldn’t do that not to you. You deserved better than that. He needed to see you , he needed that breathe of fresh air. He needed a reason to keep going because he was slowly loosing it. 

So when the day came he got so excited but of course he wouldn’t show it. His face looked like you better not fuck with me. 

As he walked down the long hallway he could feel the excitement and nervousness bubbling up in his belly.

And when he saw you sitting there it was like he could breathe again. Like that exhale that he didn’t know he needed to finally let out. 

The walk over to you felt like it took forever. But when he made it he sat down next to you. you both were made very clear on the no touching rule. God it killed him so bad. 

You smelled like vanilla, like a cookie. It made him smile a little. You looked gorgeous and you were glowing. God you were so damn beautiful. 

“Hey” You breathed out, letting out the same deep breath. 

“Hey” He said, looking at you. 

“Y/n” He started.

It made you worried the way he said it. You knew what he was going to say .

“Our life” was all you said. 

He knew what you meant. You both had said it so many times together. It wasn’t just your life with your our’s because we were family. 

He looked at you with a soft look on his face like he was holding back some tears he was to worried to let out. Despite being hard inside you always broke him. 

“You deserve a life , something I can’t give you in here” He saId. 

You so badly wanted to grab his hand and give it a squeeze. 

“I know what I want and who I want it with i make my own choices” You said. 

“I don’t want to hold you back” He said 

“Your not I promise” You said. 

“Now let’s talk about happy things only happy things.” You said 

“Deal”: was all he said. 

As the years went out you made sure to both keep you word to that statement. No matter how bad it was out for the both of you only happy things were talked about in your visits. 

They were constant twice a week every time you could. And as the years went on both you changed. You worked as a freelance writer. Traveling between Maryland and New York because New york is where the work was. 

Court had changed to, He was getting older and he started becoming more and more like a shell.

He knew you were getting older to you had needs and a life that you wanted he couldn’t provide you. 

He wanted to know who you were out there with and were they touching you the way he wanted to touch you. The life he always dreamed of giving you. 

But little did he know you weren’t seeing anyone. You tried hard but it wasn’t the same your heart belonged to him. No one could replace him.

You didn’t want to tell him that because you didn’t want him to feel guilty because of your own choices. 

Little did you both know a big change was coming. That would really change the rest of your lives. 

You went in for your usual visit but they told you he couldn’t bee seen. Which made you worried, I mean someone would tell you if something happened right ? 

The visit from these people also took Court by surprise he had no idea who else would want to see him. 

He was pulled into a more private room which made him become more nervous. He sat in a room for a while alone before a suit walked in. 

The suit didn’t say anything to him just sat down. He threw Court some bubblegum, and Court took it. 

Court wasn’t going to ask any questions he wanted to feel him out. He wanted to be in control. But the other suit also wanted to be in control so who was going to break?

Finally the suit decided it was time to stop playing games. He opened up the file and pretend to read it. He knew Court that was the whole reason why he was here. After a few minutes the suit looked at him. 

“How would you like a get out of jail free card”? The suit said. 

Court felt his heart skip a beat and he was intrigued. He didn’t want it to show or get his hopes up for that matter. 

“Tell me what do you want” Court asked. Leaning up and looking the guy in the eyes scanning his emotions. 

The suit never faltered he just kept his cool and didn’t show anything. 

“Have you heard of the Sierra program” He asked not even following up.

“Was I supposed to” Court asked. 

The suit just chuckled and then opened up then closed the file in front of him. 

“Listen we want you your skilled and i’ve been keeping track of you in here I know everything about you” The suit said.

“Oh really” Court said.

“Look well train you to become a well trained assassin you work for us you do what we say when we say” The suit said.

“Yeah sure okay” Court said. 

The suit pulled something out of his pocket and it was his ID proving his identity. 

“You agree and your out of jail” The suit said. 

“Thank but no thanks” Court said. He  never was a killer. He didn’t want to sign his life away for some government propaganda. 

“You could see her , touch her again” The suit said. 

Court felt his protectiveness coming out. How the hell did they know about you. Was they threatening you ? 

“Leave her the hell out of this” Court said he wanted so badly to ring this guy out because he kept his calm. 

“Wow you must love her this is the most emotion i’ve seen from you” The Suit said. 

‘Look i’m not going to hurt her I wouldn’ i have no reason to but I do have an offer, right now she’s what back and forth between New York and here just so she can see you” The Suit said.

“But if you accept my offer i’ll give something in return a chance for you two to have the life you always wanted the one she gave up hers for”The suit said. 

Court looked confused at this statement because he knew the man obviously meant something more than what was entended. 

“You don’t know do you” the suit asked surprised clear in his voice

“I guess it makes sense she would keep it from you, but she got into UCLA her dream school when you first got arrested but she turned it down to be with you she choose you over her dreams and she’s smart so she had a chance” The man said in a more human voice. It was soft spoken. 

Court’s heart sunk into a million pieces. He knew how hard you worked for that. He knew what it meant to you. It was all you ever wanted and he felt responsible for taking that away from you. 

The man was right you were smart you had everything going for you. You were meant to be someone and he took that away from you. 

“What’s your offer” Court asked trying to hide the sadness in his voice. 

“Were move the two of you out to prague that’s where the training is. She can work out there do whatever she wants. Were pay a very  nice salary for the two of you she will being living wild above now and she can finally pursue her dreams to do what ever” The man said. 

Court had a feeling it was to good to be true. But if there was a chance even a small one that he was telling the truth he needed to take it you deserved it. 

“You said I’ll see her” Court asked. 

“Yes of course we will allow days for you to go see her and once the training is over well your not under arrest” The suit said. 

“And what i just work for you forever” Court asked uneasy but also more leaning to the idea. 

A life with you was something he always wanted. He always dreamed about but he knew it was impossible. 

“Listen it’s this or jail so i feel like the answer is clear well in my book it is you take the bad guys down and you live your life with your girl” He said. 

“I wanna talk to her” Court said. 

“Fine we can arrange that a visit no rules just the two of you how does that sound” The man asked. 

“Set it up” Court said. 

The man gathered his stuff and got up and left. 

“Fitzroy by the way” The man said as he got up and walked out. 

Court didn’t even give another thought he couldn’t for the sake of his mental health. He got up after that and reuturned to his cell. 

The what if kept creeping back in head as much as he didn’t want it to. 

A few weeks has passed sense then, 

You had no idea that any of that happened. No way Court would tell you something like that. He needed to handle it first. 

Right now you were sitting in your apartment. It was afternoon and you were working from home. You didn’t feel like the travels of New York today. It was nice and quiet in your place until someone started banging at the door. 

Who the hell was it and why were they banging down the door. Then your anxiety started creeping because you were worried something bad happened. 

You opened it up to see a man in a very nice suit sitting there. 

“Fitzroy, wow you are more beautiful in person” He said. 

“Um who the hell are you” You asked. 

“I work with the CIA now come with me” He said 

“No why would i do that” You asked snapping back. 

He pulled out his ID and flashed his identity to you. 

“Listen it’s about Courtland so let’s go” The man said 

You felt your heart stopped and your knees got weak, What happened you thought. 

“He’s fine he’s okay nothing like that” He said

“Get your stuff come on” he said. 

You did as you were told, and got your things and quickly followed behind. You walked out to a black SVU that was waiting. 

You got in and you all took off. The car ride was silent and the man looked straight ahead. He seemed like he was all business. 

You on the other hand was a nervous wreck. You were also afraid of the fact this was a kidnapping. 

But the journalist in you needed answers. 

“So you gonna tell me what this is about” You asked. 

The man just sat straight ahead and didn’t even look at you. 

“Not my place” was all he said. 

The car ride was familiar and you instantly knew where you were going. Your nerves and curiosity were taking over. 

Finally you reached the prison and you wanted to bolt out of there. You got out and followed behind the man. 

You all passed the line for check in and search. Which raised your red flags. 

“What’s going on” You asked 

The man didn’t answer you. He just kept walking and you followed him.

You ended up walking down a long hallway. Then finally you walked up to a room you never seen before. You never even been down this way ever. It was haunting. 

The man opened up the door and you walked in. To your relief Court was sitting their uncuffed and fine. 

“I’ll leave you two alone” Fitzroy said. 

He got up and walked out. Leaving you two alone 

Court got up and you ran over into his arms. God it felt so good. Having his big arms wrapped around you. 

You instantly started crying this feeling was so missed.  He hugged you so tight and you hugged him even harder. 

You started crying and you felt a tear fall down his face and hit your neck. You never thought this would happen again. Was it a dream ? were you going to wake up ? 

After a few minutes you both finally let go. 

Court looked at you and placed his hand and brushed his thumb against your cheek. He sat his forehead against yours. 

“I love you” was all he said. 

“ I love you too” You said. 

You both broke up. Court gestured for you to sit down which you did. 

He pressed his hand grabbed yours and he pressed his knees against yours. Touching you as much as he could. 

“Why didn’t you tell me” He started. 

You looked at him completely baffled. Confused on what he was talking about

“School , LA I know please don’t lie to me why would you do that. You had a life you could have done something” Court said 

You tensed up a little you never wanted him to know, he sounded hurt and disappointed 

“I made my choice, it was mine alone no one else’s I stand by it” You said 

“I never wanted to hold you back” Court said. 

“You never did never not one bit I live my life with no regrets. Not one I love you I always loved you, everything was worth it. You were worth it” You said squeezing his hand. 

Court looked up at you with a soft look on his face. He seemed a little taken back. 

“What’s going on he said it wasn’t his place” You asked. 

Court looked like he was searching for his answer. 

“I can get out” Court was saying before you cut him off

“What are you serious, how when” You asked in one breathe

“The CIA being apart of a group training and it’s in prague. You can come with me there pay me us nicely” Court said but something in his voice seemed like it was uneasy 

“What do you wanna do what training” you asked 

“CIA not much is known taking bad guys down but they said you could come we could be together” Court said. 

“Is this what you want” You asked. 

“I want you, I want out we could be together” Court said. 

“I want that all of that but not if your not sure about this program” You said honestly. 

“I’m taking it the offer if it means spending my life with you it’s worth it” Court said. 

“I love you I know your going to do the right thing for you” You said to him. 

Court took his hand and cupped your face with it. He then scooted in closer to you. He looked deep into your eyes before pulling you close to him. 

He leaned in and you leaned in and finally after all these years he finally kissed you. 

It was everything you ever dreamed of. Minus the prison of course, but everyting was magical. The butterflies were strong. 

It was like your lips melted against his and you didn’t want to let go. 

Finally needing air you both broke apart. Court finally gave you smile. 

Then the moment of course was interrupted and you two scooted a little away from each other. 

“Well what’s the answer not that I don’t already know” Fitzroy said. 

“I’m In” Court said.

“Welcome to the Sierra Program your new life starts now”

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Ateez Reaction: Their S/O getting/is Injured

Their S/o injured

HongJoong:

Today HongJoong had a day off and was spending it you. You as his S/O was making lunch for the both of you. In the middle of cutting some carrots, You accidently ended up cutting your finger which made you hiss at the pain.

"Ouch"

HongJoong who was behind you quickly turn to see what had happen. "What happen hun?!" You showed your bleeding cut as HongJoong sigh and had you run cold water over it.

"You got to be careful hun"

SeongHwa:

SeongHwa knew that you as his S/O can be a bit clumsy at time. You currently have a broken arm. Due for slipping on the steps at your apartment, you had been rush to the hospital but that's been a week ago.

Today you were at his dorm to hang out cause he invited you over to spend time with him. When you got up to go to the restroom. I ended up tripping on your own two feet and hit the ground with the injured arm that caused you to yip in pain.

"Your not allowed to walk by yourself anymore, Here let me help you"

Yunho:

You had a major fight with a friend of yours. They were talking behind your back and say nasty things about you. You didn't understand why they would do it but you weren't gonna let it go until you got an answer.

Yunho was there to witness everything. From a screaming match to a full on fight that he and your two other friends had to separated you and the now ex friend. He wasn't happy about any of this as he checked you out to see a busted lip and some marks that would bruised over time.

"Come on babe, its not worth it. We go home and get you some ice pack"

Yeosang:

You had an incident that led you to the hospital. You and Yeosang were having a date at the skate park. Yeosang was teaching you how to ride the skateboard properly and you were having a great time.

As you rolled around on the board. Three teenagers shown up and was causing those around some issues. One of the teenagers decided to shove you off the skateboard and into the hole for skateboards an caused you to have a bad fracture leg.

"It's alright baby, those kids got a heavy scolding and will pay for your medical bills"

San:

You as San's S/O is an accident prone. You always some how manage to get hurt even with San around. San finds it cute that you tried to not get hurt but even then you still do.

As you and San are at your apartment cuddling while watching a movie. You got up to go get more popcorn and as you reach up to get the box. You some how let go of the box and it strikes you on your forehead cause San to jump from the noise.

"Again babe, you could have ask me to get it for you"

Mingi:

Today you were at the boys dance practice. Mingi your tall and adorable boyfriend invited ya to come watch. You as his S/O was more then happy to go see the dance for their new comeback.

As you were watching and enjoying the show. The guys took a 10 minute break as mingi walked over to ya and gave you a light pack on the lips. Mingi asked if you were enjoying the show so far and of course you said yes. During the break, Mingi thought it would be interesting to see if you could mimic their choreography. You were doing good so far til you ended up spraining your ankle which Mingi was able to catch ya.

"It's alright beautiful, I'll take care of your sprain ankle"

Wooyoung:

As Wooyoung S/O, this was given that you were bound to get into trouble some how. You are an accident prone and at times Wooyoung would chuckle when you end up bumping into something. He still come over to cheer you up whenever your hurt from a minor mind aches or you ending up getting a cut/bruise.

Today you were at the studio to watch Wooyoung perform. The down side to it was that a makeup artist was glaring at you harshly for some odd reason. You tried to brush it off cause you were here to support your boyfriend. As it was broke time for Wooyoung and he excused himself for a moment to get something. The makeup artist came over and gave you one nasty scratch mark which everyone saw. This didn't go well for the makeup artist cause the director told them to leave while Wooyoung quickly came over to careful check out your injury.

"I'm not a violent person but this is unacceptable, come let get you patch up"

Jongho:

Jongho understand what it's like to have an injury. You as his S/O is his prince/princess and he would do anything to make sure your safe. Having an angry Jongho is a scary one.

You and Jongho were going out for dinner on a date. As Jongho takes you to a restaurant and the two of you ordered your foods. You two chatted for a bit or showed each other something on the phone as you waited for the food and drinks. When you turn to look outside, the waiter who was serving the both of you trip and accident collided with you as you and the waiter it the ground. Jongho being the gentleman helped both of you up but check you out to see if you got any bad injuries which you only got a little cut from the tray the waiter was carrying.

"You okay princess/prince, that had to be hurtful"

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LONG-A$$ LORE POST

Abigail, an 18 year old royal Koopa who is fairly head strong and a bit of a prankster. Her humor is often at the expense of others confidence or intelligence. She often wears a bandana over her spiked collar to 'hide' her relation to Bowser, since she's been mistaken for a younger version of him a few times.

She's pretty sweet towards her brothers and acts as the designated leader of the trio, despite not always making the best decisions for the group.

She has Bowser's heat resistant scales and can withstand high temperatures for long periods of time. Her scales don't burn as easily.

Sorin, the same age as his sister, and the tallest of the three. He is pretty laid back and mainly goes with the flow, sometimes. Due to his larger appearance and strength, he often takes longer naps and isn't too into fighting.

Which is a shame since he got most of Bowser's strength and tough scales. He shed them quickly and they grew back harder than before along his neck, arms, and tail. This allows him to not only overpower others physically but also take heavy hand-to-hand attacks or weaponry.

He's not the most attentive either and is often in his own little world.

Last but not least is Storm! Age 18 and the most energetic of the group.

He's considered a favorite of the trio amongst everyone he's interacted with. Despite being warned to stick to Koopa culture, he's curious about other lands and learning about the experiences of the citizens in other kingdoms.

He's had a small admiration for the Mario brothers and is the only one with the ability to "breathe" lightning. He has the closest relationship with the Koopalings and Junior, and is often the one to spar or roughhouse with the older koopalings of the bunch.

His eagerness to learn often gets him into trouble, but he trains hard to make sure he can protect the siblings if needed. Though he's a bit too enthusiastic..

His energy isn't always welcomed and unusual for Koopas his age to be so open to talk with others, especially with the tensions rising between the kingdoms.

However because of his openness, the koopalings can confide in him for advice or just if they need someone to listen to them.

The Koopa Kids weren't typically seen throughout their stay at Bowser's Castle. They kept to dark corridors or spectated parts of meetings, diplomatic sessions, inventory, and the ports of trade. They never interfered and the few times that they have bumped into Bowser, there was little said.

Especially with Storm...

Luigi's acknowledgement of their relationship with the Darklands only grew as he got to know them-

[optimisticstudentangel]

Not so suddenly in love

Note: this is like a character study of Solomon, plus a fic. Hints of a slow burn from Solomon's side.

Solomon looks like a friendly and reliable person, but still he is not. Yes, he will help someone who is in trouble, maybe even sometimes initiate a conversation with this person or demon, but at one point he can simply disappear from the lives of these people without uttering a word. Solomon can allow a similar attitude to his old friends, let alone new acquaintances.

When you first met, Solomon was interested in you as a guinea pig. He was absolutely sure that you would not cause him great emotions, so Solomon occasionally found out some information about you. He was more intent on learning about the demon brothers than about somw ordinary human. But as time went on, he started to learn a lot about you on unintentially. The demon brothers themselves told about you, about how kind and strong you are. They were always praising you, all the conversations always ended up discussing you. Solomon didn't put the topic in the right direction for him, he let the demons talk about you. Little by little, he himself became interested in what was so special about you, and he began to ask Asmo and others to tell more about you.

After he learned enough about you from other's mouth, Solomon decided to act on his own. He was curious to find out who you are. To do this, he offered you help in mastering the educational material. Innocent enough, isn't it? And you were glad of his help, after all, you are the only human in hell, of course you want to have a strong friendly relationship with him. Solomon knows that difficulties bring people closer together, so he wasn't worried that you would refuse his "bait". He was slowly becoming a part of your life.

"Devildom is a very dangerous place, I suppose you know that well yourself?" - he was talking while he was wrapping up your wounds, which appeared due to the fact that you were in the field of view of hungry Bill. "I was lucky that I decided to make a visit to you at this time. I wouldn't want Beelzebub to devour you," he continued. "It's okay," you replied. Despite the pain tearing through your whole body, you tried to stay positive. Pulling a smile, you thanked Solomon. "You know, I think we should stick together," Solomon suddenly suggested. "Even though you have pacts with the seven lords of hell, I think the help of one more person would not hurt. Still, despite your newly acquired ties with demons, it won't hurt you to have a human friend who will understand your problems," he finally finished.

That day was well remembered for both of you, because it was the birth of your future close relationship with him.

He hammered into his memory the smile that followed his proposal. It was so sincere and bright, as if the sun decided to descend into hell and illuminate this cursed place. It seemed to him that his heart contracted at that moment.

Solomon, like a scientist, studied you and your every reaction in detail. He could invite you to take a walk in a dangerous place, give you an unusual potion, try to scare you. Not everyone will tolerate such an attitude towards themselves, but you still forgave him. You were throwing off his strange behavior, on the unusual nature of Solomon, it must be his character. And besides, his jokes didn't go too far, fortunately they weren't fatal.

In Solomon's defense, he did all this to get to know you better. A miracle happened for him, he was like a little kid who was hungry to learn more about you. It had been many millennia since he had last felt something like this. Therefore, he seized every opportunity to reveal all of you, to taste every slice of you. Can you blame him for that? And he really liked what he was learning about you. He was damn glad that he would find out about your features himself, without anyone's help, without asking the demon brothers to tell the latest news about you.

In return, he also gave you a dip in his depth. He let you slowly enter his soul, which no one entered for a long time. Solomon wanted you to be able to feel all of him, to reveal the veil of secrecy that he protects from those who so much want to know the weaknesses of this immortal man. He's not afraid to trust you and he doesn't give a damn if he regrets it later. You're more than a close friend to him. More than a potential couple. You're his soul mate.

[666writingcafe]

Meanwhile...

Mammon

I know I'm being stupid. I shouldn't be following Simeon to his room after he blew up at us in the dining car. If he's anything like Satan, I might as well start digging my grave.

But I can't leave him alone. I don't know why; it's just a gut feeling that I have. Still, my gut has never led me astray. And I'm not talking about when its judgment is clouded by greed, but during situations like this one. You know, life and death sorta things.

I take a deep breath before opening the sliding door. Simeon's back is turned to me, appearing to look out the train window.

"Hello, Mammon." His voice sounds eerily calm, like how Lucifer gets sometimes right before he begins torturing people.

I can't flee. I have to see this through.

"Dude, what happened back there? I've never seen you react like that, not even during the war."

"That is none of your concern." Simeon slightly turns his head to the right. "Tell me, why did you feel the need to bully Luke?"

"That wasn't my original intention--"

"Answer the question."

"I will, if you'll let me finish!" Silence. "Look, I believe he needs to be taught how to relax. He's way too uptight. I mean, he can't even take a little joke! The kid's a real piece of work."

"It's only a joke when everyone involved finds it amusing."

"Well, I can't help wantin' to tease him sometimes! In some ways, he kinda reminds me of myself when I was that age."

"Oh, really?" Simeon doesn't believe me.

"Seriously?! Don't you remember what I was like once upon a time?"

"A nuisance?"

"Naive, Simeon. I was that lost puppy. Cute, friendly, energetic, but incredibly oblivious to what the real world was like. I mean, isn't that why you guys are sendin' him to the Devildom and human world in the first place?" He sighs.

"Yes."

"It's almost been three years, and yet from this side of things he hasn't learned jackshit. He's still convinced that the way angels do things is the right way. He doesn't wanna even consider that he could be wrong."

"Oh, like you're doing much better," Simeon snaps.

"At least I'm doing something! You're just standing around and waiting for Luke to discover the world on his own. He needs guidance! And sometimes that means forcing him to experience new things whether he likes it or not!"

"And who are they going to blame when shit hits the fan, Mammon?" Simeon's facing me now, staring daggers into my face. "You were in charge of MC during the exchange program; what would have happened if a demon decided to have them for lunch during their first ever week in the Devildom?"

"The demon would get in trouble, obviously. But I'm not sure what this has to do with Luke--"

"Do you wanna know what else would have happened?" I'm not going to get another word in until he's done ranting, am I?

"People would have begun asking questions," Simeon quickly continues. "'Where was Mammon at the time?' 'Why didn't he stop the demon from eating MC?' And if you weren't able to come up with acceptable answers to those questions, your ass would have been on the line, because you failed to do your job.

"Oh, maybe you'd escape with a light punishment. After all, you have friends in high places that can bail you out of trouble. But what if you used up all your chances? What if protecting MC and ensuring they survived the exchange program was the one thing that would save you from a fate worse than death? What would you do then, Mammon?"

Oh my God...I knew he'd gotten demoted due to his lack of cooperation during the early stages of the war, but I didn't realize he was that close to being sent there. It's the one place in the Devildom that the Celestial Realm has control over, and it's usually reserved for the worst of the worst. The truly irredeemable.

And he's right. Being sentenced there is a fate worse than death.

"Simeon, I'm sorry. I...I didn't know." I walk over to him and tentatively hover my hand over his shoulder. He remains still, allowing me to rest my hand on there.

"Only Michael and Raphael do," he whispers. "They were the ones that offered me the guardianship over Luke. If anything happens to him, they won't show me mercy again, especially in light of them discovering that fucking notebook."

"You know Lord Diavolo would take you in." Simeon shakes his head.

"I don't want to spend the rest of my existence serving him." He pauses. "I'm sure he's a kind master, but he still rules over you guys. I want to be under my own power."

"What about MC?" The question slips out of my mouth, causing a corner of Simeon's to curve up slightly.

"That is an arrangement I'd prefer to keep between me and them."

[nights-legacy]

How do you think Class 1-A would react to having a female classmate who has a quirk that works like Blake's semblance from RWBY?

In the form of platonic headcanons please! Thank you!

Masterlist MHA Masterlist #2

I have never seen this show in my life, so I hope I do it justice. 😬😅

Here is a link to the character from the request. -- Blake RWBY

• You had gotten into UA on Recommendation due to the strength and complexity.

• At first, your classmates didn't know what to think. Sometimes, they didn't know if it was really you or if it was a clone. Most of them thought your quirk was awesome, others thought it was blaaa. *cough, cough.* Bakugou. *cough, cough*

• That being said, you and Bakugou didn't get along. He was explosive and you were dismissive. You did react much when he tried to rile you up. You did speak up when he got too much with the others though.

• You did get along with Tokoyami really well. You two were very similar. Quiet, dark, and caring.

• It was surprising to the Class when they first witnessed the complexity of your quirk. When they saw your clones have the elemental abilities, they were floored. It was during the first class at Ground Beta that they got a small peak, but it was at the USJ that they saw the real deal.

• No villain was able to get near you. Unfortunately, you were knocked out by running up at the wrong moment to where Kaminari, Jirou, and Momo were at when Kami shocked the hell out of the villains. (Kami is extremely sorry when he comes out of his stupor.)

• Later, you would find out that Kaminari and Todoroki's quirks would help charge the elemental powers of your clones. Bakugo's does too.

• It took awhile for anyone to really get close to you. Not because you didn't want to make friends or that they didn't want anything to do with you. You just had a hard time making friends.

• You were an only child and you didn't have many cousins. You also didn't have a lot of friends in middle school either. Plus your parents didn't help either. They were picky about who they let you hang out with.

• If the kid was too "Low class" there was no way they were letting you hang out with them. If your parents didn't get along with or were insulted by the other kids' parents, then you weren't allowed to talk to them again.

• So you eventually gave up with trying to make friends. Your parents tried to defend themselves by saying they were doing it for you, saying that they were looking out for you (they just wanted to have you ascend them in popularity.)

• The Class blew the walls your parents built sky high once they got through to you. Your parents no longer had a say.

• Everyone cheered everyone on. Well except a certain blonde. The class became a much needed source of encouragement and love you've needed for a long time.

• You were still the same quiet person but now you had people who you could actually get Crazy with.

• As mentioned before, you and Tokoyami got along really well. Dark shadow also liked you very much. You weren't afraid of the creature at all which pleasantly surprised them both. You also really got a kick out of his demeanor and personality. You two could spend hours reading together. You would recommend new books to each other. You two just enjoyed each other's company.

• You and Todoroki got along really nicely too. You both knew what it was like to have controlling parents. You were able to help him calm down and work with the emotions his father caused.

• Kirishima, Mina, and Uraraka always made sure to include you or invite you to everything. They never forced you to be loud or do anything you didn't want to.

• You did enjoy using your quick to mess with Monoma. You, Kaminari, and Sero can't stand the guy and your quirk lets you mess with him easily. He can't copy your quirk from your clones and he hasn't learned how to tell which is the original.

• Aizawa became a father figure to you just like he did for others. You tried not to give him trouble and tried to keep some of the others in line which he appreciated. Your quirk was new to him due to the multiple aspects to it. If he was asked, you were one of his favorite students. (You were definitely not one that gave him gray hairs.)

• Even though you weren't close with some and didn't get along with others, Class 1A was your family. You would do anything for them. Follow them to war and never stop to bring someone home if they're lost.

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