#gasp B's parents were threatened maybe. or not. Never decided

[firebenders-are-cool]

Years ago I came up with an ATLA fic idea for the earth avatar after korra and it was kinda good but I stopped caring about it. as I developed the plot and transformed my initial (flawed) idea, I got less interested in it because it was no longer the same idea. I basically wanted to write Trope A, didn't like that it was such a bad rendition of Trope A, fixed it, and got bored cause it wasn't Trope A anymore. I absolutely don't have the time (or desire) to go write it now (especially with avatar studios coming in hot with a new avatar), but damn I hope an alternate universe-me wrote it.

[morgynnk]

Is It Different?

Chapter 2

Pairings: Sophie Beckett X Benedict Bridgerton / Anthony Bridgerton X Kate Sharma

Warnings : Light smut, Talk of abortions, Teen pregnancy

Word count : 4k

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“Ben please say something” Sophie whispered as he just stared blankly at the test on the counter.

He looked up at her slowly “what do you want me to say?”

A tear dropped from her cheek at his remark and she quickly bit out “Please don’t be a dick”

He stood up quickly wrapping her up “No I didn’t mean it like that I meant seriously what do you want me to say? What do you want to hear?”

She looked up at him “I want you to say what you’re thinking”

“I’m thinking how? Because we’re always careful so a part of me is thinking that…”

She gasped “Benedict Bridgerton don’t you dare think that this baby isn’t yours” his eyes widened because that’s not at all what he was saying “Oh my god no I was not implying that. I was saying maybe it’s meant to be if it got….” He stopped talking as he remembered a memory “oh my god”

“What?”

“Ants birthday party in London we both got very very drunk and you told me to pull out and-“

“Did you not!” She cut him off and borderline yelled and he closed his eyes and sighed “I thought I did but apparently I didn’t”

“So that’s explains the how… but I don’t even know what we’re going to do you’re not even 18 yet and I just turned 17”

“I’m gonna have to take a gap year so you can do your A-levels”

“No you are not doing that”

He backed away “so what I go to London or Oxford and leave you here in Kent alone with a baby and school?”

She looked down “or there’s no baby”

He knew her issues with teen pregnancy and knew how important is what to not end up like her mother but he never thought they wouldn’t solve this together. “Soph you don’t mean…” he asked gently and she nodded.

Ben quickly stood up “No you can’t”

She scoffed opening the bathroom door and walking out “it’s my body Benedict!”

He stopped in his tracks “Yeah you’re right but just know if you choose that I don’t know if I can stay with you”

Her eyes widened as they both stared at each other with tears in their eyes standing in silence until they heard his phone ring.

“I’m gonna take this just give me a second” he told her and she nodded.

B: Hello dad

E: Benedict where are you son

B: Uhm I’m kind of in the middle of something at Sophie’s. Something kind of important

E: I know Anthony told me

Ben groaned. It wasn’t the idea of his dad knowing it was that so many people knew before he did and they knew before Sophie even made her decision.

B: Well then you know this conversation is important

E: That conversation should be had around an adult yes?

B: But father

E: You either come here with Sophie and we all talk about this or you come talk to me and I tell Richard to talk to Sophie

B: Yes sir. We’re on our way

He sighed and put his phone his pocket. Sophie looked at him confused “what was that?”

“Anthony told my dad which is fine but he is threatening to tell your dad if we don’t go speak with him and my mother”

Sophie gulped “Anthony knows”

Ben chuckled “Well yeah you told Kate which I’m annoyed she knew before me”

Sophie quickly shook her head “no I did not tell Kate that I was. She just gave me some tests but I never shared the result so they guessed”

“Well regardless are you coming to talk to my parents or would you rather talk to your dad about your choices” he spit out the last word so she knew how he felt

She glared at him “I guess I’m going with you”

——

*Age check*

Anthony: 20

Kate: 19

Ben:17 almost 18

Sophie: newly 17

Colin & Daphne 15

Eloise & Francesca : 13

Gregory : 4

Hyacinth : 2

Edmund and Violet had their kids back to back but after two sets of twins they decided to give their kids a decent gap.

Kate and Sophie met in ballet when they were little and have been bestfriends since. Sophie dated Benedict first and then introduced Kate to Anthony the summer of 2009.

——

Anthony sighed tossing his phone in his pocket and opening his bedroom door back open “babe where’d you go?”

Kate popped her head around the corner “Is it safe? You’re not gonna murder me”

Anthony chuckled wrapping his arms around her “No I’m not going to murder you BUT I do not like that I knew that before my little brother it’s not my place”

She sighed leaning into him “I know but she’s my bestfriend and to be fair all I said was she asked for some of my tests I never said if it was true or not”

Anthony sighed “if she’s talking to him and says it’s important I’d say she is… wait how does she know you have test does she know?”

She shook her head “No she doesn’t. She just knows I bought some awhile ago”

He nodded and then groaned causing Kate to laugh “what’s wrong with you”

He pulled away from her grabbing his phone “I have to call my dad”

Her eyes widened “Anthony Edmund Bridgerton No!”

He glared at her “Do not use my full name on me I have to! He needs to talk to them before Ben does something stupid”

Kate gives him a curious look “like what? Force her to use her right to choose”

He shook his head “no like bully her into not using her right to choose” She hummed “do you think she should use her rights?”

He shrugged “That is not my decision nor is it Benedict’s but if anyone can assure her she has a right to choose it’s my parents” and he was right despite having 8 kids they were always more accepting than anyone else’s parents

———

Benedict and Sophie got out of his car and walked to the door hand in hand. He sighed before he looked at her “Forget what I said at your house. No matter what I am here. I’m not leaving you” she smiled softly and kissed him before they walked

They walked in and knew that his parents would be in his fathers office so that’s where they went. He knocked lightly “Father…” he said lightly and Edmund cleared his throat “Come on in”

Ben took a deep breath and walked in and they sat on the couch opposite of their parents. They sat there in silence for five minutes until Benedict decided to break it “Can I ask why we’re here?”

Edmund nodded “you said you guys were having an important talk and I said you needed to have it in front of adults”

Sophie gulped and looked at him “Mr.Bridgerton you can’t possibly mean you want us to talk as if you’re not here”

He nodded “Yes and also I have been telling you for years to drop that and call me Edmund and you must especially if you are to have my grandchild” her heart dropped at the mention of someone saying it out loud.

“But father” Benedict whined and Edmund gave him a stern look and he sighed looking over at Sophie “If you want to… uhm use your right to choose then you can but I cannot guarentee I’ll look at you the same or that our relationship will survive”

“Benedict Charles Bridgerton!” Violet roared causing Benedict to look at her “What! It’s what we were talking about it is my honest opinion”

“You seriously will not live with me if I choose my own happiness over this” Sophie said glaring at him.

He scoffed “Over what? Having a family with me?”

“Yes well no… I mean over being a teen mom and never accomplishing my goals”

“Oh come on Soph you always talk about us having kids. We’ve been together for so long don’t ruin it now”

“Benedict I have talked about kids for our future after university not before and I would not be ruining our relationship… a kid would ruin that” Sophie said looking away at a nearby book on the shelf

“So you’re saying a kid ruins relationships? That we aren’t strong enough to with stand a kid”

Sophie just nods and Benedict scoffs and shakes his head “you’re unbelievable. If it’ll ruin us now then it’ll ruin us in 5 years. Either way you lose me I guess”

Edmund sighed interrupting “Okay this is what Anthony feared would happen. Sophie dear what do you want to do”

She sniffled and looked down at her feet “I do not know. I don’t want to be like my father and struggle for 10 years all alone and I do want to finish my A-levels and get my degree. I do not wish to be a stay at home mom… no offense violet” she said looking up at her.

Violet smiled and nodded “No offense at all but you must know things are different than with your father. Benedict has access to money so financially you will not suffer and as far as education I am sure there are ways we can make sure you still do what you would like”

Edmund agreed “If anyone’s education is to suffer it is his”

Sophie just sat there baffled “but I want him to go to art school sir like he wants and-“

Benedict cut her off “Sophie. I will take a gap year and work at the firm while you finish your A-levels and then we can go from there”

They started to bicker about childcare and careers and Violet had had enough and cleared her throat getting both of their attentions. “First off we will have to check all of this with your father but I believe it would be best to move you in here once the baby is born. Benedict will take a gap year and work for the firm” she looks at Edmund for confirmation and he nods and then she continues “I will watch the baby during the day while you are at school and work. I already have little hyacinth so one more little one will be no bother. As far as college if you do choose to relocate to London the apartment is all paid off and you can have it once Anthony moves.”

Benedict nodded “I’ll use my trust fund for a sitter so we can both go to classes or you can take courses online. I know it is not ideal but it works… Sophie say something” he said looking at her gently.

She bit her lip tears coming down “If I do this then I am exactly what I did not want to be”

Everyone knew her fear but they simply thought her fear was being a poor teenage mother not a teenage mother.

As they sat in silence Edmund opened up his desk and grabbed the trust fund documents and another paper.

“Edmund dear what are you doing?” Violet asked and he held up his finger as he wrote and configured his numbers.

He handed Sophie the papers “Now it is not my body so you still have every right to choose and I am not trying to tell you not to BUT if your worry is about having to struggle because you had a kid young.Fixed”

She looked down at the document which had her and the baby added onto the trust fund policy and into the will. She smiled “Thank you but you do know my father has money now and I do not want to take your money”

He chuckled “I know however my son got you into this mess and we have generational wealth. Kate and Anthony are about to move into a beautiful home in London that we’ve had for decades. That apartment has been in the family for decades and I still pay for both. You might not want to take my money but that baby is a Bridgerton so they will always get my money”

“Money aside we will be 17 and 18 do you really think it will work? I have never seen it work” which was true but she really only knew that her grandmother and her mother were teen parents and neither of those relationships survived.

Benedict chuckled and Violet smiled “Edmund and I were 16 and 18 when we had Anthony and 18 and 20 with Benedict”

Sophies mouth dropped open “But you guys were married! I thought you had them in your 20s”

Edmund smiled “We got married before Anthony was born. Which you two can do if you’d like but there is no rush”

She smiled and looked at all of them and then Ben “Can we talk alone?” She asked and they both nodded and Ben lead her into his room.

———

As soon as he opened the door Sophie led him to his bed and pushed him down he chuckle “Sophie what are you doing?”

She put both legs on either sides of his pressing herself into his crotch “I have a couple of things” He nodded putting both hands on her hips and she continued “I want to agree to your mothers offer regardless of what my father says and you will tell the art school that you will be taking a gap year but after that the baby and I will follow you to London”

He smiled and aggressively kissed her “So we are having a baby then?” She giggled leaning down to kiss him “We are indeed but I have two more questions” he nodded and she shucked her shirt off. He gulped “Sophie baby what are you doing”

“Well I have two more questions… my first one is do you want to get married and my second one is will you please fuck me it has been over a week and I am obscenely horny”

He grinned at her last question and then he flipped her over so he was on top “Yes I will fuck you but no I do not want to get married yet”

She frowned “Why not?”

He chuckled “I want to ask you properly and not in my bedroom when you’re half naked” she giggled “Okay that is fair” he shucks his shirt off and then pulls her pants down “You were serious about sex right? Cause I can make it quick”

She bit her lip sliding her hand in his pants “I was absolutely serious”

He smirked and quickly had them both naked in the middle of his bed. His lips were all over her neck as she softly moaned in his ear.

“Ben pleaseee” she whined and he chuckled “you really need me huh” she nodded her head quickly agreeing with him.

Despite being a whole foot different in height they fit together perfectly. They both let out a soft moan as he slid in. “I’m gonna like being able to do this without a barrier” he grunted as he started to pick up the pace

_____

Benedict and Sophie walked downstairs and into his father’s office. “Father a word please?” He nodded “Come on in guys”

Ben led Sophie back to the couch “Do I need to go get mother?” Edmund shook his head “No she is putting the littles down for a nap and I will fill her in on your decision.”

“We want to have the baby and take mom up on her offer”

Edmund smiled as Benedict gave his answer “Okay that all works with me however you still need to talk to Richard about some of those things”

Sophie raised her eyebrows “What other thing besides me moving into here”

“It is not just my firm anymore it is your father’s too. Anthony has a job because he intends on being a lawyer but Benedict would be more of an assistant since he is merely doing it for money and to pass time while you finish your A-levels so he has to ask you father if he can work there and he will have to ask before he marries you”

Benedicts face flushed “Father we have decided not to go there yet”

He nodded “The last thing then is to figure out the sleeping arrangements if you guys are to stay here”

Sophie sighed “Would it be easier if we just moved in with my father?”

“You guys very well could but you would have to drive 15 minutes out of your way everyday to drop the baby off to Violet”

They both looked at each other and nodded because he was in fact right. There best bet was to move into the Bridgertons house in Kent even though most rooms were occupied.

Benedict thought for a moment and piped up “We can just turn my room into a nursery and Sophie and I will take Anthonys room.” It was the best idea since they were right next to each other and close to his studio

Edmund nodded “That seems ideal since he will only be here for the holidays anyways and he and Kate can sleep in the guest room. We have plenty of rooms they just all have things in them” he said chuckling finally cutting the tensions they’ve had all night.

Edmund congratulated the two of them and Sophie left to give them two privacy and Ben looked at his dad shakily “So… how do I do it” Edmund smiles “With support and by listening to Sophie and being there for everything”

___

*1 month later*

Anthony was at his apartment playing poker with his friends from College. Simon Bassett, Thomas Dorset, George Crane and his little Brother Phillip.

Phillip groaned as the rest of the group made a joke about him “Where is Benedict. If I had known he wasn’t going to be here I would not have come”

Anthony chuckled “He was supposed to be here but he is talking to Sophies dad”

Simon looked at him “Is he proposing?”

“No Benny wouldn’t not this young” Phillip spoked and then George smirked “Well Marina and I saw him and Sophie walk out of the doctors wit an ultrasound last week”

They all gasped and Thomas looked at Anthony “Is it true? Is there gonna be a little Benedict?” And Anthony smirked and nodded

Kate peaked her head in from the kitchen “Anthony Bridgerton!”

All the guys irrupted in laughter and his eyes went wide “Yes dear?”

“No one is supposed to know. Ben is going to kill you”

He groaned “Technically I did not say anything George did”

Phil groaned “Okay so since Ben isn’t going to be at these nights anymore can you invite Colin then?”

They all protested and Kate chuckled “Ben will still Join because I will make him bring me the baby so Sophie can have her own time alone and since none of you can get a girlfriend besides George I need the company”

George chuckled “You and Marina are going to handle 3 infants while we play poker?”

She nodded “Yes we are and I am sure Sophie will come over sometimes as she does. They just had to talk to her dad to tonight”

——

Ben and Sophie were sitting on the couch in the Den of her father’s house sitting in silence when Richard broke the ice.

“I’m well aware of why you guys asked to talk to me so you might as well just say it”

Benedict’s face flushed “you do?”

“I do check what is billed to my insurance you know… and I happened to read the word ultrasound so”

Sophie started to cry. She was so close to her father and I mean what little girl wouldn’t be when you practically grow up together. She feared he would see her differently and that it would drive them apart.

Richard quickly sat next to her and put her arm around her “Honey I am not upset with you.”

She sniffled and looked up “you’re not?but you told me to never end up in your situation” She said with a scratchy voice

He shook his head “No I’m not and you didn’t. Benedict is not going to leave you and you aren’t going to struggle for your education.” He looked at Benedict “Am I right?” And Benedict nodded “Yes sir”

He smiled, kissed Sophie on the head and sat back in his chair “So have you decided anything? College? Living arrangements? I assume you’ll want violets help while Ben is away at college”

Ben gulped and looked at him “Actually sir there’s another thing I have to talk to you about” he nodded and Ben continued “I plan on taking a gap year to help Sophie finish her A-levels and be with the baby and I was wondering if I could work for you at the firm. My father said it was ideal if you are on board with it. I would be an assistant to you”

Richard chuckled “You get my daughter pregnant and I get to boss you around”

Sophie giggle “Dad! Be nice” and Richard smiled “Of course you can Benedict. Is there anything else you have figured out?”

Sophie nodded “Once the baby is born I’d like to move into the Bridgertons so Ben and I can be together and care for the baby and also so we don’t have to drive 15 minutes out of the way to Violet”

“Ahh so she will be the daycare”

Benedict quickly interfered “She volunteered! My father and I both said she did not have to and that we would figure it out but she insisted.”

Richard nodded “Now school? When Sophie goes off to college what will happen then? Who will watch the baby? Where will you live?”

Sophie looked at Ben who looked like a dear in headlights. Even though he knew all the answers Richard scared him sometimes especially now since he got his daughter pregnant.

“Well if all goes well with Sophie’s test and she gets into a school in or around London then I will accept the Art institutes offer and go there. Sophie will do whatever she wants all in person classes, hybrid or online classes and as far as the baby goes I will be using some of my trust fund money to pay for a sitter when needed plus Ant and Kate live there too and Kate works from home and she has offered”

Richard nods “And I assume the London apartment is where you will live” Ben nods and Richard sighs and sits back for a second just thinking.

“When will you marry?”

“Dad!” Sophie squeaks out

“What! You guys have been together almost 3 years now and everyone expects you to get married baby or no baby” Richard rebutted

“We decided not now” Sophie spatted back

“Well then you and the baby will stay here until you are 18. I’m sorry. Benedict you are more than welcome to come here but sleep in the spare room. You know my thoughts on it”

Benedict quickly bit in “I plan on marrying her. I just want to propose when I have the ring and on my own time. I also would like our son or daughter to be present for the wedding so if you’d prefer they stay here and have me in a guest room I will respect that. Just know i will never not see my child”

Richard sat there for a second just looking off into space and then nodded “Once the engagement ring is on her finger she can move in with you but not before” he said staring at Ben and he nodded.

[purecantarella]

Mrs. Hughes

so this is for the last days prompt, future! i took the name from the child AU that @/somewillwin had posted a few days ago. this is definitely just part one of two. because i'm pretty burnt out and i'm still writing a jennie imagine today but i also felt it was good to cut this into two, one being the soft poppy x bea bits and the other is the family drama bits. in any case, more poppy x bea content for the future! i hope you all enjoy and rip the queen b books because i sorely miss them and my Thursdays will forever be incomplete without it now :") poppy min sinclair (jeon somi faceclaim) x mc (Bea Hughes) disclaimer/s : nothing much, maybe a curse word here and there but other than that, you're all good to go.

this gif but with her blonde hair

“Love, you’re at a nine and I need you at a four…” You call out as she micromanages a poor maid in the foyer of your townhouse. She glared up at you as you walked down adjusting the tie around your neck, you and Poppy’s child, Lily, in your other arm.

“Don’t make me come back here.” The blonde threatened the maid who was trembling under the heiress’s gaze.

You chuckled at her stressed demeanour. Nothing much had changed from when you two were in college but her anger was much better managed and directed. In an attempt to calm your beloved wife down, you placed a peck on her smooth cheek and instructed the little baby in your arms to do the same. A soft smile grew on her face as she took Lily in her arms.

It’d been a rough few years for the both of you. Since the two of you graduated from Belvoire, subsequently dating soon after that, you’d both been under a lot of heat from both your families. Poppy’s parents, the classists that they were, didn’t think that your family name was remotely close to the Min-Sinclair’s. The fact that your parents were still very much connected to the farm in your hometown. As for the Hughes, they knew the hell that Poppy put you through and they never thought could be forgiven, even after you got married.

That all changed when you had Lily. Both of the kid’s grandparents wanted to meet her but there was no avoiding each other to do so. Deciding that it’d be best to just hold a dinner together as an extended family.

“Tonight’s going to be hell…” You whispered in Poppy’s ear as you wrapped an arm around her petite figure while she cooed at the sleeping baby. She tiredly placed her head on your shoulder, seeking some form of comfort. You knew how much stress seeing her parents caused Poppy, so you tried your best to be the strong and supportive spouse. “It’s going to be alright, Mrs. Hughes…” You whispered in her ear making her smile wider and look up at you.

“I married the biggest idiot on campus.” She teased making you laugh before she placed a gentle kiss over your lips. No matter how many times you’d kissed Poppy, the softness of her lips in contrast to her sharp tongue never ceased to amaze you. “…But I’ve got to say, I got a pretty cute idiot.” You rolled your eyes before unwrapping your arms from her.

“Motherhood and married life has made you soft, Poptart.” The blonde gasped, offended, before smoothly giving Lily to her caregiver before she openly threw a pillow from the living room couch towards you. Upon impact you recoiled and turned back to your grinning wife. “Oh now you’re in for it, Hughes!” You cried before chasing her through the living room, like you two were still in Belvoir when things were…relatively easier.

You caught up to her and picked her up by the waist, playfully Poppy began to kick. Usually, she’d be concerned with her clothes but honestly, Poppy couldn’t care less. You fell back into the luxurious sofa and smiled up at the still giggling blonde on top of you. You leaned up and caught her lips in a soft and love-filled kiss. Your hand placed on her cheek as you pulled away, your foreheads still against one another.

“I love you, Mrs. Hughes.” You whispered softly, staring into her brown eyes. The same eyes that she shared with your little bundle of joy.

Poppy’s smile grew wider as she pulled you in for another series of light and lingering kisses, making you both begin laughing at the situation. “I love you too, Hughes.”

Since she was a child, Poppy didn’t have a happy childhood. Separated from her birth father, being pressured to be perfect and the best, and being altogether pushed aside by the people she had loved. That fostered the worst in her. In spite of all her ugliness though, she found you.

Just a newbie on the block, one she cussed out on her first day. Yet you were the one to pick up her pieces and bring her the joy and contentment years of riches and entitlement never gave her. The genuine and unconditional love of another person. A daughter and a life full of happiness.

What could be better than that?

i enjoyed this weekend, i really did. it was tough to write everything within the day but it was a nice change of pace and i missed doing stuff like this HAHAHAH i hope you all enjoyed the fics posted the past three days. i know it's not really the kpop stuff i've been posting since the beginning of last year but i still hope you all liked the fics! poppy was a little OOC but i like to think that she was genuinely a good person but just was misguided and needed some unconditional love from someone who challenged her rather than just sated her every need. i think bea was good for poppy since the beginning. or maybe im obsessed with bad girls with hearts of gold. we may never know. i hope you're all keeping safe and i will see you all very very soon❣️ - r

[mcheang]

The girl squad overhear Adrien and Marinette talking/arguing about Lila; they learn that Adrien knew Lila was lying and told Marinette to take the high road. When Adrien again says that the lies aren't hurting anyone, the girls confront him and explain just how the lies could hurt them. They also learn about Lila harassing Adrien and threatening Marinette. Bonus: Chloe redemption and having her care about Adrien as a friend.

Friends stand up for each other

Post Ikari Gozen. This is a draft.

While bonding with each other, Kagami and Marinette relate about their familial akumatizations. Marinette told about Weredad, Befana and Bakerix. Kagami talked about her mother and her own experiences.

Marinette: did I mention I’m sorry.

Kagami: do not be upset. You were nervous. Besides, you didn’t mean to, unlike that Lila girl.

Marinette: you know Lila?

Kagami: not exactly. I was busy practising one afternoon, then all of a sudden a random number sends me a picture of a stranger kissing Adrien.

Marinette startled. “Wait, if you never met Lila, how did she get your number?”

Kagami: Adrien thinks she must have copied off his contacts list.

Marinette: that is so wrong

Kagami: indeed

Marinette: lying is one thing, but this is downright harassment and invasion of privacy.

Kagami: lying?

Marinette: Lila likes to make herself sound grander than she really is. Apparently she’s Ladybug’s best friend.

Having met Ladybug, Kagami raised her brows skeptically. “With how Ladybug values her privacy, I’m surprised anyone believes that claim.”

Marinette sighed. “My friend Alya runs the Ladyblog. She gets very excited over any rumor about Ladybug.”

Kagami: like thinking Chloé was Ladybug despite being saved by her from Stoneheart?

Marinette: it is so nice to finally meet someone who does their research.

Kagami: I developed an interest after my own akumatization. But back to this liar, why haven’t you exposed her?

Marinette: I tried to. But she puts on this sweet front and people think I’m just jealous about Adrien.

Kagami: if they could see us now, they might change their minds.

Marinette: I doubt it. Things have gone too far. And the only other witness who believes me is Adrien, and he wants to take the high road and let Lila’s lies crumble on their own.

Kagami frowned. “He told me as much when I asked him what he was going to do about her.”

Marinette: be honest with me, do you wish we didn’t have to take the high road.

Kagami: the question is, would we be taking it if it didn’t involve Adrien.

Marinette snorted. “Alya would scramble to bring the truth to light asap. Rose would want to warn everyone so nobody gets their hopes crushed. And Alix already has her brother coming up with fantastical ideas, she doesn’t need someone else to do it in school too.”

Kagami: then we have our answer.

Marinette stopped. Kagami followed suit.

Marinette: we do, don’t we.

Kagami: It’s a shame that, based on what you’ve said, people would say we’re jealous.

Marinette: so how do we prove we’re not?

Kagami: I need a chance to improve my planning skills (especially since she ruined Ladybug’s first plan) and this is an excellent way to bond.

Marinette grinned.

The next day, the girls in class were astonished to see Marinette and Adrien arguing in the distance.

Lila hasn’t arrived yet. (Tikki may have locked her in her bedroom.)

Curious, Alya led the group to spy on their endgame. They were just around the corner, out of sight, but able to hear everything.

“...too long and her influence is only growing stronger.”

“She’s done nothing serious yet.”

“Are we supposed to wait until something bad really happens before Lila’s exposed?“ This again? The girls barely hid their groans. On a side note, how did Marinette convince Adrien to join her team?

“We’ll stop her before she goes too far,” Adrien assured Marinette.

“Really? Like how you stopped her from taking Kagami’s phone number? Lila’s already convinced Mylene to let her join in on her fundraiser. What if she steals the funds?”

“Relax. Lila’s not going to do anything that daring. She’ll probably just flake as usual.” Wow. Adrien really thinks bad of Lila now. What did Marinette say to him?

“Adrien, we’re talking about a girl who loves to get what she wants. Do you honestly think Lila will be satisfied with a simple no show. She’ll insist she handle the funds to make up for her absence.”

“We don’t have any proof she’s a thief. Ok, she’s a liar. But who doesn’t lie?”

“Adrien…I saw her steal your dad’s book.”

“What?!” Adrien’s outcry expressed what the girls were thinking.

“How do you think I know she’s a liar. I saw Ladybug confront her right after I saw her dump a book in the bin.“

Pause.

“Do you honestly think she won’t stoop so low as to steal Mylene’s funds if she didn’t even care that you were under house arrest?”

Silence before Adrien struggled to say, “She didn’t mean for me to get pulled out of school.”

“Oh come on!” This time the outburst came from Alix, one of the first to recover.

Adrien and Marinette turned around. Adrien paled. “Were you girls eavesdropping?”

Alya glared at him, “Why so upset? It’s not like we’re hurting anybody.”

Adrien cringed from the mocking tone.

Rose looked tearfully at Marinette. “All this time, you were trying to protect us, weren’t you? And we only accused you of being jealous.”

“You’ve finally seen the light. Hallelujah!”

Adrien: you girls aren’t going to tell anybody else, right?

They stared at him in disbelief. “Of course we are. Duh.”

“But then Lila won’t have any friends in our class!”

Alya scoffed. “Like I’m letting Nino listen to anymore of her garbage.”

Mylene nodded furiously. “Ivan and I trusted her!”

Alix: I have to tell Nathaniel. It’s what friends do. Oh, and Kim, too I suppose.

Rose: And Kim will tell Max, who will tell Markov.

Juleka: That leaves Chloe and Sabrina…but they don’t like anyone else but you, Adrien.

Adrien stammered. “It’s mean of you to do that.”

Alix laughed. “Oh, we’re mean? How about you? Did you care to tell Alya her blog credibility is being ruined?”

Mylene: Did you think to warn us that Lila might always be absent at our volunteer parties.

Marinette: Did you consider Kagami’s feelings when you told her you would do nothing to scold Lila for upsetting her.

Adrien looked down, unable to find an answer.

A sharp voice barked out. “Get back, you peasants!”

Chloe had arrived. “Need I remind you Adrikins is still new to having more than one friend. His only real teachers are cartoons with their happily ever afters. While I don’t really care if Lila steals and brags about falsehoods, I care if she does that to you, Adrikins. Dupain-Cheng told me about the photo and asked me to talk sense into you!”

Chloe was plan B. Marinette had asked Kagami to share the photo. Chloe was outraged. She saw that it was a forced kiss, and learned from Kagami how Lila was basically a snoop.

Adrien: Chloe, what do you mean exactly?

Chloe: I don’t care about exposing that liar…much…let’s wait for a slow day before we bring out the popcorn. What I care is that she’s sexually harassing you. i see her constantly moving into your personal space as you lean back. i saw her force that kiss on you so can have a souvenir you never agreed to. Now I hear she’s been snooping around your room, instead of actually studying. Adrikins, I love you, I know what our parents can be like, but that doesn’t mean you should let everybody walk all over you like that.

The girls pause as they take in what Chloe has been saying. Lila has been sexually harassing Adrien.

Adrien croaked out, “What should I do?” He wasn’t asking Chloe. He was asking everybody.

Marinette softened. “If you can’t say no yet, then ask for help. Tell Nino and the guys how Lila’s been bothering you. They’re your friends. If you can’t tell any of us your troubles, then who? Friends are here for each other, no matter what.”

Adrien nodded slowly. While he didn’t like being a tattletale, he also admitted he wanted Lila as far from him as possible. And if Lila was wrong, then he should tattle then? Right?

Alya: as for exposing Lila…

Chloe: we are not doing any exposing until we get a slow day.

Alix: When is a school day not a slow day?

Sabrina: When we learn to expect an akuma at least once a week.

Alya: There was an akuma 4 days ago.

Juleka: There should be one soon, then.

Mylene: How about 2 days after the next akuma attack? That gives us enough time to research, time for the akuma excitement to die down, and time before the next akuma shows up.

Chloe scowled: fine.

Alya: I’ll get right on it!

After that, Lila was irritated that whenever she tried to approach Adrien, someone would block her path, asking for help or stories or whatever. And Mylene had kicked her out of her charity after deciding that Lila was so busy, she didn’t want to interfere with her work with Ali. Ugh. Maybe Lila could convince Mylene to let her handle the cheques later. And the girls didn’t seem to want to hang out with her anymore. Before they always invited her out, but now they claim they’ve accepted her busy schedule. When Lila claimed to be free, someone asked her to help them with some chore.

After the debut of Monsieur Rat, Lila was called to the Principal’s Office. When she came back, she was accompanied by Mrs Rossi and Damocles.

Damocles: Class, I believe Miss Rossi here has something she would like to say.

Lila gritted her teeth as she forced out the words: “Ladybug is not my Best Friend. I don’t know Prince Ali. Jagged never had a kitten….”

The list went on, so many were her lies. While Ms Bustier gasped in betrayal, the girls were secretly munching on candy. Except for Chloe who was openly savouring her honeyed popcorn. Lila glared at her, suspicious of her involvement. Damocles coughed but said nothing. The boys were shocked and angry. It was one thing to unknowingly sexually harass Adrien, it was another to take advantage of their trust.

Mrs Rossi: As of now, my daughter will be heading to a convent school. The nuns there are known for being alert to their students’ activities, and are used to liars. It will also be far enough away that Hawkmoth can’t akumatize my daughter, who apparently thinks I would not be interested to know she has been akumatized who knows how many times!”

Lila: I told you it was only 2 times!

Mrs Rossi: akumas are newsworthy information! (Ok, how she missed out on the heroes defeating the villains is beyond me. For a diplomat, she is ridiculously oblivious about Paris.)

Alya: then who cast that illusion of Ladybug on Heroes Day? Lila was certainly around to be akumatized.

Lila gaped at Alya, who showed no surprise at her exposure. was she behind this?

Chloe gave a wave. “Bye bye, Lie-la”

After this, the girls were insistent Adrien learn to expose any wrongdoings or he is only enabling the bully. Chloé was more of the opinion he should learn to stand up to his father. Nino was on Chloé’s side for once.

[makeste]

I read the meta you reposted about anyone being able to become a hero, and I would just like to give some thoughts. I agree it is wrong to think in terms of good vs bad victims and measure everyone as the same. Just because Shoto never killed anyone in response to his abuse and Toya did doesn't mean that Toya was always an evil person looking for an excuse to break bad. Different people break from different things.

these are all good, well-reasoned points, anon, but I disagree with a few of them. let me try to explain.

so the thing about this whole atonement process is that it’s hugely complex, and there isn’t really any kind of roadmap for Endeavor to follow when it comes to trying to make things right. I actually appreciate that his arc is written in such a way that his epiphany doesn’t just happen all at once, and you can see how his approach gradually turns from one that’s still mostly selfish and centered on him, to one that’s actually focused on his kids and what they need. you can see the stages he progresses through as the series goes on.

1. I’d argue that it all starts when he first gets yelled at by Deku (“Todoroki isn’t you!”). he realizes that maybe this kid has got a point, and that treating his son as an extension of him rather than as his own person might just be sorta shitty. so he files that away, but we don’t really see much of a change in him yet.

2. then a few months later he gets thrust into the #1 hero role, which has the interesting psychological effect of forcing him to see past himself and his ego for perhaps the first time in his life. he suddenly finds himself in this position as the new Symbol, and starts to feel the responsibility of that, and it basically triggers the entire rest of his redemption arc. because once he starts looking outside himself, he starts to realize the impact his actions have on other people, including his family. for the first time, he starts looking at the situation with fresh eyes, and realizes how much he’s hurt them.

3. quick little detour here, I feel like it’s important to note that Endeavor -- like many abusers -- actually does love his family and never intentionally set out to hurt them. but the problem is that he is so self-centered for most of his life that he never stops to consider that his family and his kids don’t simply exist to serve his own purposes. he abuses Shouto during his training but I’ll bet you he himself never thought of it as actual abuse, just him being hard on him in order to toughen him up. he thinks he’s doing what’s best for Shouto by making him strong in the hopes that he’ll one day surpass All Might, because that’s always been his goal, and so he just unilaterally decides that should be Shouto’s goal too. he wants the best for him, but it never enters his mind to consider that his son is his own person who, gasp, might not actually want the same things that Endeavor wants. btw I should clarify that absolutely none of this excuses anything he does, holy shit. but I feel like it’s important to mention, because many people complain that the change in Endeavor happens too abruptly and is too unrealistic, but I don’t think that’s true at all. it’s just that people don’t like to acknowledge that abusers are still human (meaning that anyone can become one if they’re not careful to consider how they treat others). Endeavor’s actions are monstrous, but they stem from realistic places, and I think that it’s a very well-thought-out character arc.

4. and so basically, once that change finally starts happening, it’s not that he suddenly starts loving his kids all of a sudden out of nowhere. it’s that he finally starts loving them for their own sake, rather than his. for the first time, he starts loving them selflessly rather than selfishly. and it’s not a change that just happens overnight, because he is so used to everything revolving around him that even after he starts realizing what he’s doing wrong, it still takes him a while to break free from those patterns.

5. and so for example, he suddenly becomes wildly supportive of Shouto and his training and attempts to go full-blown helicopter parent. because clearly that’s what Shouto needs, right?? all those years he was trying to make him into his own personal mini-me rather than loving his son for who he was and supporting him as his own person. and so we see him hounding Shouto in texts to let him teach him his Ultimate Technique (but not because he wants him to surpass All Might, but because he just wants him to be the best hero he can be! it’s different now!), and attending his training sessions to cheer him on from the stands like an obnoxious soccer mom. and afterwards he tells him he’s proud of him, and that he wants to become someone Shouto can be proud of.

6. so you can see there’s some progress at this point, but at the same time he’s still making a lot of the same mistakes. his intentions by this point have genuinely changed! but he’s still looking at the situation from his own point of view, and not taking into consideration how his son feels about the forced attempts at reconciliation. he’s thinking ‘I was a shit father, I need to make it up to him by being supportive.��� but he doesn’t stop to consider that Shouto might not WANT his support by this stage in the game; that he might, in fact, not want anything to do with him at all.

7. and this doesn’t change until after his battle at Fukuoka, when he has dinner with his family and Natsuo blows up at him. he basically lays it all out on the table, but this is the most important part:

I am willing to bet that he did not, in fact, get it until pretty much that moment, actually. because up until this point, he’s been doing exactly as Natsuo said -- trying to make nice, trying to show that he’s changed, and to be a good father now. but he doesn’t stop to consider (a) just how much hurt he really has caused them, and (b) just how impossible it is to simply erase all of that. the pain Natsuo’s expressing here isn’t something people can simply get over. and I don’t think Enji realizes until this moment that he was still going about this in the wrong way.

8. and that, lastly, is what finally leads to this:

he finally realizes that it’s not about him. and apologizes, but makes it clear that Natsuo does not have to forgive him, and that he doesn’t want to burden him by making him feel otherwise. he acknowledges Natsuo’s feelings, acknowledges the pain he’s caused, and realizes that what he and the others need is space. and this is when he makes the decision to build the new home for them and Rei, so that they can finally start to move on -- without him, if that’s what it takes.

so this is basically the progression of Endeavor’s redemption arc up to this point. and I’m sorry it took so long to recap, I didn’t mean for it to lol, but there were a lot of parts I didn’t want to just gloss over. so now, here are a few last points I want to make about his arc.

1. first off, it’s important to consider the timeline here. when making your point earlier, you talked about Endeavor building the new home for his kids, but how “on the other hand” he kept trying to force his relationship with Shouto. however the order of these things is switched around. because Endeavor building the house is something that happens at the end of his arc. and in fact we have not seen him try to force anything with Shouto since then. this is important to acknowledge because it shows that he is learning and that it’s not just an insincere case of one step forward, two steps back. the progress he’s making here is genuine; he really is trying not to be selfish anymore.

2. I know I said “the end” of his arc just now, but in fact we have no reason to believe that this is the end of it. every time I see an argument about “well why hasn’t he done this yet, or why hasn’t he said this”, I wonder why people assume that just because he hasn’t done it yet, it means we’re never going to see it. for instance, he still hasn’t apologized to Shouto specifically for the way he abused him all those years. but just because we haven’t seen it yet doesn’t mean that it won’t happen.

3. fandom has this tendency, when it comes to characters they don’t like and don’t want to see redeemed, to continuously move the goalposts so that no matter what that character does and how much they change, they can continue to justify why it’s not enough. I’m going to take a quick break from Endeavor and use Bakugou as the example here instead, since I think it’s easier to summarize.

“Bakugou is such an asshole, all he cares about is himself, he’s definitely going to become a villain.”

[Bakugou refuses to join the villains] “well whatever, he’s still a jerk, just look at how he can’t even work together with others and refuses to help anyone.”

[Bakugou learns to Win and Save, and unlocks the Power of Teamwork] “well whatever, he still doesn’t care about anyone else. look at how he’s still an asshole to Deku even now.”

[Bakugou starts helping Deku train and learn how to control OFA] “whatever, that’s literally the bare minimum, there’s still no proof that he even cares about him.”

[Bakugou literally takes a life-threatening blow to save Deku] “whatever, it’s like he said, his body moved on its own so there’s still no proof he really cares.”

[Bakugou wakes up from a two-day coma, immediately asks about Deku’s health, and rushes to his bedside] “whatever, I don’t know why everyone is making such a fuss over it, he hasn’t even apologized to him yet.”

and so on and so forth. and I guarantee that once he finally does apologize, it will then shift to “well why couldn’t he just have done that in the first place.” but you get my point.

basically, there are certain characters whose redemption arcs fandom will actively continue to deny no matter what. Bakugou is one of those characters, and so is Endeavor. and I’m not saying that in order to call those people out, because everyone has their own boundaries of forgiveness, and I don’t have the right to dictate anyone else’s, just like they don’t have the right to dictate mine. everyone has their own line, and where it’s drawn is different for each person. like for me, the one particular character who can fuck off for all eternity as far as I’m concerned is Overhaul (although I admit I am still curious to see what Horikoshi has planned for him post-prison break in spite of all that). and there are a lot of other people for whom Endeavor crosses their own personal line. and you know what, that’s fine.

but here’s the thing -- if you actually want to debate his redemption arc with people, you should be willing to do so in good faith. meaning that if you really do think Endeavor is unforgiveable (and I’m speaking now in general terms, not addressing you specifically anon), just go ahead and say so! but don’t come up with an arbitrary list of criteria that he needs to meet in order to qualify for redemption, only to keep on adding more and more items to the list. and most importantly, don’t assume that your criteria are the only valid criteria and that you can speak for everyone else. and especially don’t act like you have a right to go around slapping people with labels like “abuse apologist” just because they don’t share the same opinions as you about a fictional character.

anyway! so as usual, a post that I originally meant to be only a few paragraphs long turned out to be a whole damn essay, I apologize. but anyways anon, basically I share the same opinion as you as far as the mindset that Endeavor needs to have for his atonement (i.e. that it’s not about him). however, I think he’s made more progress than this ask gives him credit for, and I don’t think any of it has been fake. that being said, it’s still a process, and his biggest tests are yet to come. whatever ends up happening, I hope the outcome ends up being one that the rest of his family can find peace with.

[hamihamstik]

idk what the fuck did i do to yeah get ready for visual cancer and my bad writing.

´´John, that's enough! ´´ claims an annoying Alexander, a 17-year-old boy who attends Columbia University, this boy had charming eyes of a blue color combined with violet and a curly hair dyed a strong brown that He could almost look red, not forgetting his beautiful freckles which were scattered all over his face. He had to admit that he was very feminine and his height and body did not help, he was very handsome among women and men although he denied it. Taking her hands off his insistent boyfriend, John, the ones that only managed to scare him.

And it was October 31 and instead of going out to party with the boys or the Schuyler sisters, he could even stay with Gil or George and Martha but no, he had decided to stay with John in his apartment, to watch movies, taking advantage of his parents and siblings are not there.

Serious mistake.

You're a coward. . .''John jokes, continuing with the pinches that distract the freckled, in his attempt to pay attention. They were watching the Japanese version of ´´The Aro´´ and the truth is that Alex was on the verge of a heart attack, he was not good at horror films, although he had a masochistic taste for these types of films.

´´John, seriously. . .Y-stop! ´´ he asks in a not so convincing way, noticing how the blond's hands begin to slip through his clothes. Alexander knows that they are alone and that they will probably do "that" to take advantage of the time together; he resists anyway.

deep down he liked that Laurens wanted more of him.

Come on, you know the end. They all die, '' he whispers in Alex's ear and although he knows he is right, his hoarse and excited voice is what disturbs him.

In less than he expects, he's already got John on top of him and he's collapsed on the bed in a struggle actually. . .not so forced. And that although he does not want to admit it, Alexander likes that rude and daring side that he rarely showed and despite that, it was ´´Jack´´ who started this type of encounter, mostly to commit indecent acts and explore the joys of sex.

´´ Why don´t you stop Lex? ´´ jokes John with a little impatience and his cock is too erect. ´´oh! I don't know, maybe it's because I have a fucking fear that a woman will appear from the TV and kill us? ´ 'Alex sarcastically responds, with a small blush peeking out of his freckled cheeks and managing to get a small laugh from both of them. Listening to Alex's melodious laugh, for John it was music to his ears, but, if he had known this was going to happen, he would have put him in one of those 80's movies, with those he hadn't had any problems the last time.

"It doesn't matter, we'll fix it," he says, smiling confidently and pulling his pants down on his embarrassed and sarcastic boyfriend. Leaving those slender and shapely legs in sight.

He didn't need his dick to lift anyway, as long as he loosened it would be fine.

´´J-jack, u-hm. . . ” Alex gasps when he feels Laurens's tongue brush against her belly button in circles, as his hands venture up his thighs, spreading them wide open. In the background you can still hear the screams of the horror movie.

Movie that they will never finish seeing.

"Do you like it?" Jack asks between gasps and his cock about to burst. He had spent minutes preparing hard the contracted entrance of his dear boy, who would not stop panting and letting out moans that made him lose what little patience he had. ´´Y-yes. . I think I'm ready," he announces to which John, instantly, unbuttons his pants. Releasing his aching erection.

´´Ngh. . . Alex´´ John moans hoarsely against his ear, at the same time that he aligned his cock in his tight entrance, without waiting any longer, the blonde enters suddenly, drawing a groan from both of them at feeling so complete. It didn't take long when he began to thrust into his ass, as the sound of the bed and their sexual release filled the room. For a moment, none of them feel the noise of the film anymore. They are both gone in that dance of sweaty bodies that invokes pleasure and to which they have become addicted without knowing how.

Until something rings.

´´What was that? ´´ asks Alexander to the busy John, who doesn´t even flinch at the loud sound. He is still very immersed in his work of going out and going into the depths of his being.

A second noise is heard.

'' John. . .´´ Alex insists, starting to get really scared. It sounded like knocks, coming from the first floor. ´´Alex, for the shit stop squeezing me ngh !. ... it must be a fucking bird crashing into the window.´´ he tries to calm him down, feeling how his member is compressed against his insides, every time the freckled body tenses.

"What if he is your father?"

The blond's face pales at the horrendous possibility.

"Shit, get dressed!" He says, completely leaving his entrance, and then running off to get their clothes. He throws Alex's clothes at his face, ordering him to stay in the room and for no reason leave there, until verifying if he is his father.

He doesn't know about their relationship, nor that Alexander is in the house. . His presence of him there would be something very annoying to explain.

(…)

The minutes pass and John does not return, Alex begins to worry.

´´John? ´´ he asks once in the kitchen, he chosen to go downstairs anyway. They had spent several minutes without knowing anything about her boyfriend and now she was really scared

He walks towards the front door. . .

It's open.

. . .

With a little chill through running her body, he quickly goes to the kitchen for something to threaten his possible aggressor. He takes a knife, but since he does not consider himself a murderer, he decides to exchange it for a large meat grinder. At least with this one he could take down the possible intruder, before escaping.

Alexander, barely breathing, creeps into the house. There is no noise in it and no sign of John. So, drawing courage from him, he does not know where, he goes outside through the backyard door, where the entrance to the shed can be seen ajar.

A stain of what appears to be blood can be seen on the door of this and causes the freckled young man to collect his heart. Then, shivering and tears streaming from his violet eyes, he enters desperately.

´´J-jack? ´´ he asks with a shaking voice and gasping for breath. He does not see the blond, because it is very dark. He advances looking for the wall switch and then. . .

Then he steps on something that made his blood run cold.

´´AHHHHHHH !! ´´ he yells when he steps on something similar to a body, then realizing that it is just a very battered scarecrow. He breathes a sigh of relief and luckily for him, he finally finds the light switch.

He turns it on.

´´AHHHHHHHHHH !!!! ´´

Alexander runs terrified of the place before what he saw. A shed full of blood-red stains and something that looked like guts scattered on the floor, but what had scared him the most was the dark cloak one that he could make out at the bottom of a corner.

It was that of a person.

. . .

Alarmed, he enters the house and without being able to reach the bathroom, in the kitchen dishwasher he begins to vomit. His body trembles and tears of deep pain fall from his eyes, as he thinks about the possibility of what he saw spread across the walls and floor. . . was his jack

-Hey, don't you think we went out of line?-

-Shut up dumb.-

-oh god, I can't anymore.-

-It was your idea, I'm just following you, asshole! -

-my idea?, it was Ben! -

-Don't blame me for his perversions, when Alex finds out he's going to hit us with that butcher's machete.-

Three young people comment on their joke while hiding in some bushes, unfortunately, precisely the ones facing the kitchen.

(…)

'' Shit, we're more than screwed. . .´´ are Benjamin's words as he sees Alexander open the bushes, revealing his hiding place. His face overcomes what is anger. His eyes are still red from crying and his serious gesture is one of complete hatred.

And he still has the machete in his hand.

"B-ben, weren't we going to the party?" Hale asks Benjamin, who nods nervously, because he knows that if they don't get out of there. . . . they will go very badly.

Alexander although he seems a weakling, but he has strength.

And a machete.

´´y-yes´´ supports him ´´ well dude. . . take care! ´´ Benjamin says goodbye, slapping John on the back, in an attempt to give him support. Although rather, it is a gesture of condolences to his sexual life.

Tonight someone was going to stay without fucking.

(…)

´´Alex,. .hey. . .´´ He tries to get closer to the redhead, taking care that the minor does not split his head.

´´NO! ´´ Alex jerks away from the arm that is trying to take him. "DON'T TOUCH ME, YOU'RE A DAMNED IDIOT!" He shouts angrily, trying not to give her the satisfaction of seeing him break into tears.

Although he was already doing it.

John, like few times in his life, feels bad about the things that

he does. And he had never seen Alex like this.

Crying as if his life were lost on it, and with so much sorrow in his eyes.

This time,

He messed it up.

´´Alex, sorry. . .´´ he whispers and makes a second attempt to get closer, which this time, if it seems to work. His dear boy is so sad and hurt that he does not resist when John embraces him, pulling him close to his body. ´´ I already told you I'm sorry, I'm fine. . Come on, don't cry. . .´´ he tries to calm him down, stroking his back and giving him small kisses on his face full of small salty tears.

'I-I thought you were dead. . .I-I saw all those things and. . .´´ Alex tries to speak but only starts crying again. John, feeling like the worst beast in the world, accompanies him in bed. Laying him on his bed and settling aside to caress his face, guiltily, until he stops crying. Spreading kisses down his cheeks, which were now red as was his nose.

´´J-john no. . .'' Alex tries to stop him when he sees him approach his lips to his face, with the intention of kiss him. ´ ´I v-vomited´´ he confesses ashamed, hiccupping from crying.

´´ I don't care, it's okay. I can clean you with my tongue. . .´´ John insists, speaking flirtatiously to make him laugh again. He likes Alexander who usually laughs, who cries in this way hurts him, and more to know that it was his fault.

´´Stop your nonsense. . . . Can we sleep? ´´ asks what Laurens, trying to control her sexual / depressive urges, nods.

He would have to stay with it this time.

They both snuggle up, covering themselves well with the blankets and giving each other a couple of kisses before going to sleep.

A noise is heard again

Alexander, snuggled against Jack's chest, looks up. John, annoyed, decides to ignore the sound similar to that of a while ago.

Again he is heard again.

These idiots. . .´´ he complains, taking his cell phone to give Benjamin's life sermon. When he answers him, he receives exactly that.

-Hey idiot, are you retarded or what? Stop with your shit or seriously I'm going to kick your balls, and until they come out.

But it is not Benjamin who speaks, it is more, nobody answers. The music of the party is not heard either. Only someone's breathing can be heard in response, so terrifying it makes John hang up the phone and throw it to the ground as if on fire.

´´What's wrong? ´´ asks Alex, calmer now. Jack was a little pale. And is that John, had already heard that noise. He heard it when he stood at the entrance of the house, when he went out in search of what was generating that annoying blow, and then ended up meeting his friends and playing that stupid joke for which he now feared that the freckled man would really hate him.

"It's nothing, let's go back to sleep." He replies, trying to convince himself that it must be another stupid joke of those two. Alexander closes his eyes quietly but John cannot sleep, any noise alerts him. He has a bad feeling.

´´ What's wrong, can't you sleep? ´´ asks Alex, noticing how his Jack moves too much on the bed. . . "no. . . .i have a little insomnia" he confesses, not wanting to terrify him with the chilling thoughts of him.

Where there was still someone in his home.

´´ Me too´´ Alex mentions as he snuggles deeper into John's arms. "Do you want to fuck?" Asks the blonde, to which Alex just laughs. "Jack, don't think I forgot the joke," he replies to which John huffs, frustrated, assuming there really wouldn't be sex today.

´´ although I am surprised that they were so detailed with all that of the blood, guts and that dark suit.´´

´´What a dark suit? ´´ asks John, not remembering that in the plan.

´´the one with the disguise, the dark cape.´´

´´ There was no dark layer .´´

´´ but I saw someone at the back of the shed.´´

. . .

This is when John is more alarmed than before.

And when another noise is heard, this time they can both notice

Which is from a window on the first floor. and that this time they will not be able to see the light of a new day.

Morning news, yesterday October 31, two bodies were found on 123rd Street, because of the atrocious way in which they were murdered, they could not recognize them, however, thanks to our best police officers, we now know their names. John Laurens and Alexander Hamilton. we recommend not leaving the house while we still do not catch this man.

On tv there was an image of the murderer of that couple.

who could say that John Andre's jealousy would lead him to commit such an atrocity.

[pitaparka]

lazy river

request: hell yeah prompt list time! kissing john b in the rain for love and longing? love your content btw summary: it’s been a long time since you’ve been to a water park. jon b knows this, and wants to change that.

pairings: john b. x reader

word count: 1.7k

warnings: super fluffy. real cute. might rot your teeth.

a/n: requests still open! i got an AP exam this week. i also have to finish a create task i’ve had weeks to work on and haven’t, so... wish me luck. big love! 

It’s just how you remember it as a child; all funnel cakes and water slides and screaming children and too hot pavement. Exactly where you want to be when summer's in full swing. 

Probably the best unofficial date you’ve ever been on.

You don’t know how much money John B. had to save up in order to get you there, but the topping on the cake was his ability to score a free bus ride to and from going with a small church group. You'd never known him to be religious, but it was an eventful ride for the two of you. John B. was playing the role of full blown Christian boy, and it was so hard to hide your smiles and giggles that everyone must've thought you were his even more Christian friend. K-love plagued the speakers, and you and John B. agreed some of it wasn't bad, but most of the kids were insufferably nice, to a point where it was almost disingenuous. Standing in line with them was a pain, but as soon as you were able to, you two booked it off to the umbrellas, searching desperately for two lounge chairs. Maybe even one at this point. Anything really, until you found a small bunch of chairs left secluded by a family whose child was not having a good time. It was a perfect spot right under the umbrella allowing you to spread your towels out and leave the cooler by the chair. John B. was fast to attack the food in there; sandwiches, chips, fruits, cheese. You name it and JJ had gotten (stolen) it from somewhere for you two. “You’re gonna get sick,” you commented, as he scarfed down a sandwich. The smell of sunscreen plagues the area. You rubbed some onto your face. John B. had miraculously thought of everything except spray on sunscreen, so you were forced to either buy some from the gift shop at a ridiculously inflated price, or use the lotion. “Sick shmick. Do you want to go on some rides?” He says, wiping his dirty hands down on his towel. The towel that was supposed to wipe down his wet body. You grimaced, but then he slipped his shirt off and shimmied off his flip flops. He was so well toned and tan already. You can’t imagine him wanting to get any tanner. “Yes I do, actually. Can you get my back first?” You say, and wonder if John B. actually forgot the spray on sunscreen or opted for the lotion instead for this reason. His hands were firm on your shoulders as he applied the sunscreen, rubbing the taut muscle there and going dangerously low down your back. It sends a shiver down your spine and he can so obviously tell because he does it again to gauge your reaction. He ruins it though, by sending you off with a buddy pat on your shoulders. “Let’s do pirates plunge first,” he said, and it made you smile how excited he got. You wondered how long it’s been for him too. “No,” you argue, “we have to work our way up to that.” "Do NOT tell me you're planning on staying in the lazy river the whole time," he said, turning to where the middle aged adults who obliged their children lounged, floating leisurely under bridges and waterfalls. It made him shiver. "It's a great place to tan," you teased, and he glared at you. You smiled, and  stretched upward. "You want sunscreen?" You ask, and he looks like he's about to say no, but he nods his head yes. His back is smooth under your hands, and you make sure to lather his shoulders up nicely. You hand him the bottle when you're finished, and he scoffed. "You only did half," he says. "You can do the rest," you assure, and he rolls his eyes, squirting a glob of cream onto his palm before smearing it over his chest. "This kind of half-assery won't be tolerated," he jokes, "I'm going to have to report you to the manager." "Oh please. You're the king of half-assery." He gasps as he rubs his palms down his face, leaving streaks of white there. "How dare you. You're fired." He claims, looking over to one of the smaller two-person slides. You lean over to him and rub in the white with your thumbs, cupping his face a little. He watches your face the whole time, which, you have to admit, is a little creepy. When you're done, you shove him for good measure, before taking off in the other direction. The sun beats down hot on your shoulders, and you two spend hours waiting in lines and talking and spending time together. You could see the burn on John B.'s face and expected you were going to feel the burn too later on that night. It was a blessing whenever clouds rolled through the sky, blocking out the sun for a brief period before she cleared them away. The rides were subpar, but you two didn't notice in the slightest, screaming and yelling at each other down the slides and in tubes. The two of you dodged children and concerned parents and other teenagers, bobbing and weaving in and out of lines. Dripping wet, bodies glistening in the hot sun, you two decided funnel cakes were in order. You stood in line as John B. toweled off by your seats, and he ducked under the belt to stand with you. It got him dirty looks, but he didn't notice. "When are the church kids leaving?" You pondered, stretching on your tip toes to look in front of John B., trying to catch a glimpse of any of them. "In like an hour," he says, glancing up at the big clock poised over the food shack. There was only one in the entire park, which must've been good for business. They were so hot when you got them that the powdered sugar on top was melting. But as you made your way back to your seats, you felt it. “Oh no,” you whine, the water droplets on your bare shoulder. You turn to look at John B., but his gaze is not with yours. His eyes are on the sky, the grey storm clouds rolling in above. You sigh loudly. It’s not like you’re afraid of getting wet. Of all the places to be when it rains, a water park ranks at least in the top ten. But now all the rides were going to be closed. For god knows how long. He looked back down at you, grinning, and then noted your crestfallen expression. He pouted. “Why the long face?” He said, grabbing your chin and shaking it. You jerked away from his grasp to sulk. “Our day is ruined,” you grumbled, walking down in the direction of your chairs, planted conveniently under one of the large umbrellas. He jogged to catch up to you, intertwining his hand with yours. He swings it back and forth childishly. If he could, he’d probably skip down the concrete path to your area. "We have to eat these anyway. It'll probably be done by then," he assured. Much to your dismay, it was not in fact done by then. "That bus is probably going to leave early now," you mused, checking the notification app they made all of you download before you left the bus. “No way. This day’s not over. It’s just getting started,” he said, plucking your phone from your grasp and burying it in the bag he had brought. He left the rest of the conversation to your imagination before he took off running, pulling you in tow. “Hey!” You cried out, but you couldn’t help the giggle rising out of your throat when he stumbled over his own bare feet a little. He hushed you as you caught up to him on the side of the lazy river. There was nobody in it. All the employees were at the front entrance of it, escorting people out. "Wanna do a river run?" He said, slipping down the ladder. Your eyes bulged. "They're gonna kick us out," you said, hopping in after him anyway. You two stood downstream, and waited for tubes. It only took a few seconds before John B. was passing you one, rain falling on his hair and chest. "Now it's cold," you complained, but John B. chastised you. "Stop being a baby. Hang on," he said, standing up for you to grab onto one of the handles of his tube. The lazy river in the rain was a lot more fun than a lazy river in the sunshine. It would only be a few minutes before you reached the front of the ride, where all the workers were stuck trying to collect the tubes. John B. was splashing water at you, and shaking your tube to get you to fall out. You return the favor by flipping him over near the waterfall. He came up sputtering, and in return tried to flip your tube as well, but you latched onto his neck. It was easy for him to support your weight in the water, and he grabbed your legs, wrapping them around his waist as the tubes got away from the two of you. They floated sadly down the river, under the waterfall by themselves. John B. chased them, hands supporting you, your arms wrapped around his neck. He moved slowly towards the waterfall, and threatened to throw you under it. You squealed and pushed yourself up against him as much as you could, cradling his head to your own. If you were going down, so was he. But he stopped just short. You pulled away just a bit, and he was looking at you, eyes intense, smile bright. Your heart skipped a beat and you swear you saw him move closer. You couldn't help but do the same. Until his lips were on yours, moving in sync with you, rain pelting your bodies. His hands were firm underneath you, and you knew he wouldn't let you fall. It had been so long since you realized you wanted to kiss him for the first time. You could settle for him kissing you. "I love you, you know that?" He remarked. You thought it was sweet, until he tossed you under the waterfall. You swear you could hear his laugh from under the water.

[thedemisedroyal]

Dangerous Betrayal | TVD/TO

The Vampire Diaries & The Originals

AU Story

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 | 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓

𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝙾𝙽 𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝙵𝙸𝚅𝙴!

• E S M E •

"Please, just make it stop!" The princess yelled in agony as she held her head. All the memories rushing through her mind, all the pain, all the hurt, everything bad she had done in her life ran through her head. But it was intensified by a trillion, this was on purpose, they wanted her in be pain.

Adara and Eila laughed manically, "Oh poor little baby, is something wrong?" Adara baby talked, chuckling in between. The princess yelled out, closing her eyes, trying to fight it, but she can't, she couldn't. The girl was consumed with guilt, making her walls around her mind tremble, they were weak, ready to fall down at the slightest of touch.

She had been tortured for years and years, after her mother banished her from the Void, they had sent her to Heaven. Her parents left her there as they hadn't finished their final punishment for their youngest daughter and child for her crimes. Until then, she would be tortured, just for laughs, just for entertainment.

"You know, for the Goddess of All Creation, you are weaker then I thought you would b-"

"Esme!" The Gilbert broke out of her thoughts, she fell into her head and she looked at the mirror in a weird angle, making her eyes shine like a golden-yellow. Making her the olden days, the years that started all of this. "Esme come on, we're gonna be late!" Elena shouted once more, the two, had school, as always, and were back into cheerleading, the younger twin seemed more willing to go then the oldest. But it made sense, things were different now.

Esme grabbed her bag and water,"Coming!" The middle child yelled, running out of her room and downstairs. "Let's get this show on the road." Esme mumbled under her breath, seeing her sister, not in her cheerleading costume.

• A U T H O R •

As time went on, Elena and Stefan had gotten much closer, dating now, which led to Esme of course threatening him if he didn't anything back to her sister. But all in all, Esme liked Stefan, trying to get close to figure out what he wanted in the end.

But days went by and she had met Damon as well, sensing he was also a vampire. But Jordan also noticed Damon looked at her with some sort of admiration, or maybe some sort of love. She had no idea was this was about, but she would definitely find out soon. As it was all too weird, now that her best friend, Caroline Forbes, was dating this Damon, who was eyeing her.

Right away she didn't exactly like him, he was a cocky and arrogant man who liked to stir up trouble. For instance, when Elena had a little dinner party with Bonnie and Stefan, Caroline and Damon had arrive unannounced, soon the blonde pulled the younger twin downstairs to join the fun. Which was a very awkward introduction between the raven haired and brunette.

It was even more awkward when the oldest Salvatore brother talked about their past live affair. Who was named Katherine, Elena had informed her sister on the love triangle, whilst the two watched and dried dishes when everyone else was in the living room. Then he walked in, and then Elena left the two alone, awkwardly.

During the time, Damon and Esme got to talk a bit, trying to get to know each other, but the girl felt very uncomfortable as Damon had this weird look in his eyes, a softness, with a genuine smile on his face which was rare for him in his case. Luckily, Bonnie had came in to ask if she needed more help, as Esme was taking quite a bit of time in the kitchen.

But that was awhile ago, and now it is the day of the football game. And the girl needed to be on her game for the cheerleaders and her best friends. Though it didn't help with the Tyler and Jeremy fight, and Stefans cover nearly blown with the cut on his hand, with Elena as witness.

• E S M E •

"God guys, I'll be back, I left my jacket and water in the car." Esme rubbed her forehead, Caroline and Bonnie nodded, the Gilbert quickly ran out the field and into the parking lot. The game was to start soon, and if she wasn't present soon the Forbes girl would have her ass. Esme quickly opened up the trunk, grabbing her maroon colored jacket and her big water bottle, that's as surprisingly still cool after being left in the car.

She swiftly turned around, gasping as she was face to face with Damon Salvatore. "You scared me. W-What are you doing here?" The Gilbert questioned, Damon looked over his shoulder quickly, then putting his hand to the side of his mouth,"I'm hiding from Caroline." He whispered. Esme quirked a brow,"And why is that?" She playfully whispered as well.

"I needed a break. She talks more then I can listen." Damon widened his eyes for a second. "That could be a sign." Esme nodded her head, kind of uncomfortable. "Well, she's awfully young".

Esme narrowed her eyes at the Salvatore,"Not much younger than you are." She responded back, Damon chuckled a bit. "I don't see it going anywhere in the bigger picture. I think she's drive me crazy." Damon spoke, Esme rose her brows and tilted her head a bit. "Caroline does have some really annoying traits, but we've been best friend since the first grade and that means something to me." The Gilbert defensively spoke, sternness in her manner.

The girl watched as something switched in the raven haired man,"Duly noted. I'm sorry if I make you uncomfortable. That's not my intention." Damon talked in the soothing voice, as if he was trying to persuade her. But the girl didn't fall for it, Damon was already on her bad side,"Yes, it is. Otherwise you wouldn't put an alternate meaning behind everything you say."

Damon smiled, shaking his head,"You're right. I do have other intentions, but so do you." Esme folded her arms across chest,"Really?" She questioned, wanting to see where he was going with this. Damon hummed as a response,"I seem 'em. You want me." Esme scoffed, feeling offended,"Excuse me?"

"I get to you. You find yourself drawn to me. You think about me when you don't want to think about me. I bet you even dreamed about me." Damon looked straight into Esme's eyes, the girl immediately knew what he was trying to do. "Compulsion." The voice in the back of her head reappeared for her once again. The girl was confused, what was this little voice, and most importantly, what the hell was Damon trying to play at here.

She snapped back into reality when she heard his voice once again speak,"And right now.. You want to kiss me." Esme had this emotionless look on her face, though it was pure anger, Damon smiled as he succeeded or he thought. He slowly leaned in with a smirk, Esme looked at his lip, before her face was painted with a scowl, and without thinking, Esme raised her hand and slapped him hard.

"What the hell?" Esme scoffed, glaring at him,"I don't know what game your trying to play here. Maybe trying to mess with Stefan, I don't know. But I don't want to be a part of it. And I don't know what happened in the past, but let's get one thing straight." Damon was in complete shock, Esme locked eyes with the man, who was holding his cheek,"I am not a pawn." Esme glared once more before tightly holding her water and jacket and walking away.

She didn't even realize what she had just done, she had blown her own cover...

• S T E F A N •

The blonde haired vampire watched as Matt walked away, feeling slightly more happy and comfortable with the complicated situation between him, Elena and Matt, but it was short-lived as he heard someone clapping behind him. He swiftly turned around, to see his older brother leaning against the brick wall.

"Isn't that nice? Stefan joins the team, makes a friend." Damon announced, pure sarcasm out of his tone of voice. "It's all so,'Rah, Rah, Go Team, Yeah'!" Damon raised his arm in a fist bump, clearly mocking his brother. Stefan shook his head, turning his body to leave,"Not tonight. I'm done with you." As he turned he was met face to face with Damon, who used his vampire-speed. Damon tilted his head, "Nice trick with Esme. Let me guess— vervain in her bracket? Necklace or ring maybe?"

Stefan was confused, he never gave the girl any vervain, only Elena. But he made sure to not show any unsureness, as he didn't even know why he couldn't compel her. "I admit, I was a bit surprised. It been a while since anyone could resist my compulsion." Damon lifted his eyes, throwing a innuendo in there. Stefan kept a cold, and stern face, unfazed,"Where'd you get it?" The older brother asked, "Does it matter?" Stefan started to walk away, going around his brother.

"Guess I could just seduce her the old-fashioned way. Or I could just..eat her." Damon cockily spoke, knowing that caught his brothers attention. Stefan stopped, turning around, confidence in his body,"No, you're not gonna hurt her." He slowly walked towards him as Damon turned around to face him.

"No?" Damon arrogantly asked,"Because deep down inside there is a part of you that feels for her. I was worried that you had no humanity left inside of you; that you may have actually become the monster that you pretend to be." Stefan with confidence, knowing he wouldn't hurt her, not if she looks the way she is.

Damon squinted his eyes,"Who's pretending?" Stefan looking him in the eyes,"Then kill me." Damon smiled,"Well I'm— I'm tempted." He looked up, shaking his head as he looked as if he was deciding. "No, you're of. You've had lifetimes to do it, and yet, here I am. I'm still alive. And there you are. You're still haunting me. After one hundred and forty five years. Katherine is dead, and so is Natasha. And you hate me because you love her, and you torture me because you still do. And that, my brother, is your humanity." The two had a tense stare off, but it was quickly interrupted by the annoying douche, Mr. Tanner.

"Salvatore!" The blonde haired man turned around with a stern expression, the teacher walked towards him with open arms,"What the hell? We've got a game to play!" He yelled, frustrated, Damon looked at the teacher with an idea popping in her head. "If that's my humanity..the. What's this?" He gulped, flashing a quick and sarcastic smile towards Stefan.

Then using his vampire-speed to Mr. Tanner, his vampire fad slowly unraveling, his fangs then digging themself into Mr. Tanner's neck. He yelled in pain,"No!" Stefan yelled, seeing as his brother slowly drained the teacher for all he was worth. Then just like that, he was dead, Damon turned around, blood all over his mouth, dripping to his chin, his vampire face still out,"Anyone, any time, any place." Stefan blinked in shock, this was going to be a lot more tougher.

• E S M E •

Dread...that's what filled the Gilbert body as she was in the field with the rest of the cheerleader, practicing. Until that emotion she knew all to well filled her body, it nearly paralyzed her when she felt the sense of death. She could smell it in the air, feel it in her finger tips, taste it on her tongue.

She held her head as a pain rushed through her body, she walked away from the group, though no one noticed, luckily. Then aloud ringing filled her head, making her groan, she opened her eyes, but shut them immediately when the lights hit her. "Fuck!" Jordan clenched her eyes in pain, she then moved further away from her group, feeling a sudden breeze of wind hit her face and body. She opened her eyes as she heard no one, and felt no light on her.

"What in the?" Jordan looked around her new surrounding, seeing she wasn't even on school soil anymore. No, she was in the empty park of Mystic Falls, far away from the school. She then felt a rush of power surge through her veins, Jordan gasped as she lifted up her hands to see scarlet red flares dancing around her hand.

"What's happening to me?"

[vindicatedvirgil]

snowstorms & spite

Summary: Remus, idiotic as ever, ventures out during a snow storm after a fight with his husband. But their old car can’t handle the weather, so Janus has to trek out to rescue the love of his life. Spitefully, of course.

Ship: Married Dukeceit/Crime Husbands (Remus x Janus)

Warnings: marital spat, discussions of growing their family, mentions of parental Prinxiety to Remy and of parental Logicality to Emile, cursing, getting trapped in a snowstorm, christmas morning

Word Count: 1900

Author’s Note: This is a holiday gift fic for one of my best friends @5-falsehoods-phonated!! I hope you enjoy the crime husbands following in your footsteps of a snow adventure.

The highlighted lyrics while they’re in their cars are songs from each of their playlists. For Remus it’s Don’t Stop Me Now by Queen, and for Janus it’s Evil Night Together by Jill Tracy. I tried to combine them near the end, I hope it worked. Thanks to Abby for daring me to add Evil Night Together in and to both Cat and Abby from Discord for helping me figure out which Remus playlist song to add in.

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“I can’t believe we’re even having this conversation,” Janus’ voice was rising in volume slowly, his hands clenched at his sides as he stood in the kitchen, a few feet away from his husband. “Re, we’ve been married for six months! I’d love to have this conversation in another year or two, truly, but I love where you and I are right now, just us, in this beautiful house, together.”

“It’s just, spending time around Remy and Emile, seeing how amazing the others are doing as parents… it makes me want us to try, too…” Remus carded a hand through his already messy hair. He had been babysitting Roman and Virgil’s recently adopted 2-year-old, Remy, and he was absolutely smitten. But he’d be even more smitten if it was his own child. And only a few weeks ago, the couple had babysat Logan and Patton’s infant, Emile, and while it was tough, Remus knew he was ready. “If we start the paperwork now, it will take two years, I don’t want to wait another year to start this process. You and I both know how long it took and how difficult it was for Ro and Virgil, and yeah, Lo and Pat got lucky, but…”

“What if we got lucky, Re? Before we’re ready?” Janus countered, and Remus glanced down at his feet. “It’s not that I don’t want kids someday, you know I do. But… I’m not ready, yet. Soon, I will be, but…” He glanced out the kitchen window, watching the snow spin around in the blustery winds. “I’ve got probably a year or two until I make Partner. I want things to be stable if we bring a kid into this mess.”

“Fuck, Janus, can’t you see? A kid would add to our mess in the best of ways,” Remus wanted to grab something and throw it, but he closed his eyes instead, taking deep breaths like his therapist had instructed whenever his anger bubbled up. “I need some air.”

“Air? Remus, there’s a fucking snowstorm going on out there! You can’t go out there right now!” Janus’ voice sounded panicky, and it almost stopped Remus in his tracks. Almost. Instead, Remus stomped out of the kitchen, and Janus could hear as he shuffled into shoes and a coat, grabbed keys, and slammed the front door behind him. Distantly, he heard the roar of the engine of Remus’ old car, until it sped away. 

Janus sighed, sitting down at the kitchen table, his head buried in his hands and his elbows propped up on the wooden surface. He wanted to give Remus everything he wanted, but Remus had a tendency to jump into things without thinking. Their whole relationship had been a series of fast decisions, and while Janus loved the spontaneity at times, sometimes it was too fast. Hell, they’d gotten engaged after only a few months of dating, and it took pushing from Janus for them to wait a year after the engagement for the wedding. Part of Janus wondered if one day, his husband would just decide to leave, and without much thought, pack his bags and go, never to be seen again.

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Tonight I'm gonna have myself a real good time, I feel alive, And the world I'll turn it inside out, yeah

The music faded into the background as soon as it had started. Remus gripped the steering wheel as tight as he could, blinking away the tears that stung at his eyes. His whole life was a series of disappointments, relationships that ended too quickly or family members that shunned him for being strange. Janus was the first person to see him, truly see him for all that he was, and from that first moment the two held their hands together, Remus knew he would never let go. His relationship with his twin had always been a fraught one, and his childhood was full of pent-up anger and a depression that seeped into every part of his life.

But Janus changed all of that, helping Remus start therapy, with his anger management exercises, being a constant good presence in his life. Remus was ready to put these things into practice, was ready to give a kid the childhood that he never got to have. It would bring more stability to his life.

Was that a stupid reason to want to become a parent? Maybe. But Janus usually made all of his stupid decisions seem reasonable. Until now. This was their first big fight since getting married, and the only other big fight of their relationship was when Remus tried to get Janus to elope the week after proposing. In hindsight, waiting until they had saved up to put a down payment on a house was the right call.

Remus tore through the empty streets of their small town, the realization dawning over him like the way the sun pours over their roof every morning. Janus was the stability that Remus had needed his whole life, and if they needed to wait until Janus felt prepared to bring a child into their lives, then Remus would do it. Even if it took a decade. For Janus, Remus would do anything.

Of course, right as he was going to make a u-turn to head back to the house, the car slammed into a snowbank and shut off. Remus banged his head back on the headrest, groaning as he grabbed his phone out of the center console, quickly calling his husband. 

“Re? You okay?” His husband’s voice on the other line was laced with concern, and Remus felt a pang of guilt at this. 

“I’m okay, I just, uh, hit a snowbank and the car gave out on me,” Remus explained rather sheepishly. “Can you come give me a jump, babe?” He heard shuffling in the background, and a clank of keys, and he knew that Janus was already in shoes and a coat, heading out to his car. “I’m near the junction of 4th and 9th.”

“I’ll be there in five,” Janus said, and then the line cut out, and Remus was plunged back into silence and darkness, the snow covering his windshield. He leaned back against the seat, closing his eyes and trying to focus on his realization.

Even if Janus decided he never wanted kids, that would be okay with Remus. Janus would always be more than enough for him.

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I'll hold your hand while they drag the river, I’ll cuddle you in the undertow

Janus’ car sped through the dark streets, his heart refusing to settle. Snowstorms were dangerous, and Remus knew that, and he still went out and drove, and he could have gotten hurt, and then Janus would be alone again, and that would have destroyed him. Not now, not when they were talking about expanding their family, not when they’d only been married for a short time, it wasn’t long enough, it would never be long enough. Janus would never survive the loss of his husband.

I'll keep my hand on your trigger finger, I'll take you down where the train tracks go

And then it hit Janus, as if he had been pelted with a snowball right in his splotchy face. He’d do anything for Remus, to make his husband happy, to be with him for their whole lives. 

Let's wile away the hours, Let's spend an evil night together

He drove to park right next to Remus’ car, and then the couple exited their respective vehicles, Janus gripping the jumper cables tightly. Remus stood sheepishly by his car, the hood propped open, and Janus propped his open, attaching the cables. He worked in silence, not giving a glance to his husband, because what was the protocol when your husband, who stormed out in the middle of a fight, needed his car jumped? Janus didn’t know. Waiting until they were back home to finish their discussion was probably the best option at this point. 

They quickly got Remus’ car back up and running, and Remus stood awkwardly, watching Janus remove the cables. “Janus-” “Let’s just head home and get out of these cold clothes, okay? Then we can talk. I’ll follow you just in case,” Janus responded curtly, and he got back into his car. He watched as Remus got into his car and began driving home, and then followed him closely, their speeds definitely lower than they had been on their way to the location. 

Who's gonna make you a hero, Who's gonna blow you away, Who's gonna make you a hero

I'm travelling at the speed of light, I wanna make a supersonic man out of you

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Once they got home, they quietly went up to their bedroom, changing out of their clothes and into warm pajamas, and then the couple found themselves silently sitting on the couch, the fireplace warming the room slowly. 

“Janus, I had a realization,” Remus said suddenly, turning to look at his husband. He took one of Janus’ hands in both of his. “I don’t need to start a family, I have you. I thought that I needed more stability, but you’re everything that I could need… I know I jump into things a lot, but you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and losing you isn’t an option. Whatever I can do to keep you by my side, I’ll do it.” Janus glanced at where their hands met, because the tears were threatening to fall and he didn’t want to look at his husband, not when he was saying such wonderful things, because he knew he’d turn into a blubbering mess.

“Re, when you called, I-” he paused, taking a deep breath; he didn’t want his words to come out in gasps. “I thought something had happened to you. And my first thought was that we haven’t had enough time together, but I don’t think any amount of time together will ever be enough, not with you. Whatever it takes, Re. I’m in this with you for the long haul.”

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Janus’ eyes flickered open, and he felt around to where he thought Remus would be. But the bed was empty and cold, and he shivered, sitting up and glancing around the bedroom. He could hear music playing in the front room, and he could smell coffee brewing and… bacon? 

And then he realized; Christmas morning had come. It had been a few weeks since the snowstorm. Conversations had been had, websites had been glanced at, but in the end, the couple had decided that waiting was the best option for now. Until that day where they decided to become parents, they’d live vicariously through babysitting their friends’ children, and they’d enjoy their nights curled up in front of the fire.

Janus slowly got out of bed, wrapping his robe around himself tightly, then padded down the stairs to find the tree lit up, a fire in the fireplace, and his husband, setting mugs of coffee and plates full of breakfast food on the coffee table.

“Babe, you should have stayed in bed a little longer,” Janus murmured, coming up behind him, wrapping his arms around Remus’ torso. Remus leaned back, a soft grunt coming from him before he spun around in Janus’ arms, their lips finally meeting.

“Merry Christmas, Jan,” Remus whispered, and Janus smiled, leaning in to kiss his husband again.

“Merry Christmas, my love.”

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It’s Just A Spark Ch.15 - Two Minutes

The streets of Berk were never really empty. Something was always going on somewhere. This particular morning, a fireman was being dragged over the cobblestones by his barking dog.

"Hookfang!"

Hookfang came to an abrupt halt in front of a small cafè, panting, wagging his tail. Snotlout stumbled to a halt, following his dog's gaze -

He gasped and ducked behind one of the flower pots outside of the building, heat crawling up his face as he realised exactly whose cafè this was. A heartbeat later he realised what had just happened and he spit out a curse through gritted teeth, angry at his reaction and stepped back into the open.

"Scott, hi!"

Fishlegs waved and grinned at him, and Snotlout wished he a) wasn't there and b) couldn't feel his heart race up to his throat at the sight of his cousin's friend.

'Shit.'

"Hey, wha- what are you doing? I mean, I uh, saw you closed up the shop like a week ago, was everything okay?"

Fishlegs sharply sucked in air through his teeth and sheepishly looked to the side. "Yeah, I probably should've told you guys. Don't worry though, nothing bad happened."

"Oh … okay."

"It was actually - hang on, I'd like you to meet somebody!"

Scott smiled and nodded but the only thought running through his head was 'Please don't be a girlfriend 'cause that would be actually worse than if you had a boyfriend which would at least mean you're gay, please don't be a girlfriend, please don't be a girlfriend.'

Fishlegs reappeared, and for a second, Snotlout stopped because he didn't see anybody accompanying him - then Hookfang started to pull on his leash and the fireman's gaze fell down. There, next to Fishlegs, cowered a small brown basset breed, timidly shying back from the larger dog.

Snotlout's first thought was, 'Oh, thank God.' And then, 'That's a really cute dog.'

So he knelt down, pulling Hookfang back.

"I got her from a death row animal shelter," Fishlegs said softly and watched Snotlout's head snap up, smiling hesitantly.

"It was love at first sight, really. The rescuers said she was really anxious and didn't let anybody near her, but when I walked up to her, she started wagging her tail at me and even let me feed her. I just had to take her with me - but well, now she's really anxious when I'm not there, so I had to close up for a few days until she got a bit used to my flat."

Snotlout nodded, slowly offering the dog his hand - she shyed back. He threw Fishlegs a quick glance, who smiled at him, and then got back up.

"So why'd you open the shop back up now?" he asked and Fishlegs shrugged.

"I missed work. And until she eases up a bit I'll just take her to work with me. You know, chill out a bit. She can get used to seeing people, all in a non-threatening environment."

"Good idea. Hey, if you need help with anything, just tell me, yeah? Hooky and I are always glad to help," Snotlout mumbled, trying to act as nonchalant as possible.

Fishlegs grinned. "That'd be nice, thanks."

They stood in awkward silence for a while - 'or maybe it isn't awkward and I'm just thinking it is, ugh, why did I even come by here-'

"So, uh, can I get you anything? You know, since you're here?" Fishlegs asked and Snotlout stopped, surprised. Maybe it wasn't awkward after all.

So he shrugged and said, "I mean, I could go for some afternoon waffles before work."

Astrid inhaled deeply and opened up her laptop, determination written on her face.

'Alright,' she thought, staring at her screen. 'Time to finish this. It's just you and me now, buddy.'

Her finished CV stared back.

Astrid cracked her fingers. It was almost perfect. Emphasis on almost. Which meant it wasn't perfect. Which meant-

Astrid screwed her eyes shut, forcing her train of thought to stop.

"You know you're good, you know you're good," she ground out through gritted teeth, knocking her fists against her forehead as if physically willing the mantra into her head. "A resumé alone isn't going to make them hire you. That's on you," she repeated Hiccup's words and rubbed her eyes, exhaling slowly.

Then she yanked her hands away from her face and set them down on the table, opened her emails and typed in the address of the school office.

Snotlout had followed Fishlegs back inside and was now pretending to greatly care about where he would sit, when in reality he just wanted to spend a bit more time watching Fishlegs work.

"You sure you don't wanna sit outside? It's a beautiful-"

"No, it's really hot, in here's better," Snotlout said too quickly, his voice maybe a little too loud. Fishlegs hesitated but then shrugged and pointed him towards an unoccupied table.

"Hey, isn't that Hiccup's date from a couple weeks ago?"

Snotlout hissed and pulled Fishlegs behind a flower pot. The other man let out a low yelp.

"What-"

"She's his girlfriend now," Snotlout explained and stole a quick glance at the young woman, who was typing something on her laptop. "They got together like three days ago - which he didn't tell me until yesterday, so I'm a bit bitter about that - but they had their first kiss like yesterday and - God their children are gonna be beautiful, what the fuck- he is so head over heels, it's disgusting, but I'm really happy for him, so it's okay."

Snotlout stopped, realising this was all maybe something Hiccup should have told his friend in person and when he was ready, so he quickly added, "But you didn't hear this from me."

Fishlegs turned to look at him. "Hear what?" he grinned, nudged his shoulder shortly and then made his way to Astrid's table.

For a few moments all Snotlout could do was look after him, having stopped functioning.

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"Good afternoon, what can I get for you?"

Astrid looked up at the sound of a familiar man's voice and smiled when she recognised him.

"Hi! A latte would be brilliant - and you know what, while I'm here, some of your chocolate ice cream because it's to kill for."

Fishlegs laughed. "Good choice. And thank you, I'm glad you like it."

Astrid shrugged and grinned. "We should both thank Hiccup for that one, he introduced me to your cafè. We haven't had the chance to come by again though, and he'd mentioned you were out of town for a few days."

"So you guys are still going out?" Fishlegs - Christopher - asked and Astrid couldn't help but remember the first time her and Hiccup had come to The Cone Cove

"Let's see if I can manage to properly eat ice cream this time," Astrid commented lightly and pushed the door open.

It was a small, light-flooded place with plants over plants hanging from the ceiling and placed around the corners.

"Hiccup!" a voice called out and Astrid noticed a large kind-faced man emerge from behind the counter. Quickly she let go of Hiccup's hand, only now registering that they had still been holding hands.

She watched Hiccup grin and be engulfed in a large hug by the blond man who seemed to be about their age, maybe a bit older.

"It's so good to see you! You never stop by these days."

Hiccup rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah, I'm sorry. I've been a bit busy these days."

He tried stealing a quick glance at Astrid without either of them noticing - neither of which failed to see.

His friend's face lit up in a smiliar manner to Tuff's, Astrid realised and remembered Hiccup had been as hopeless as her.

She extended her hand to him. "Nice to meet you. I'm Astrid, Hiccup's …" She stopped, suddenly uncertain. What exactly were they? Was she his date? Did that imply that he was also dating other people? They were exclusive, weren't they? They were romantically involved, even though that sounded a lot like something that happened only shortly in a passionate affair. Girlfriend also did not apply.

"Date," she finished, shooting Hiccup a look who only shrugged helplessly and looked as though the only thing he wanted right now was for the ground to swallow him immediately.

The other man didn't seem to notice her pause and embarassment and shook her hand. "Likewise. I'm Christopher - or Chris, however you want."

He clapped his hands. "So. I'd recommend you this beautiful little table over here, the oleander is blooming just nicely this year."

Hiccup smiled and followed his guide. "Thanks, Fish."

"Hang on, I'll get you the specials card, too."

Christopher disappeared, a cheery smile on his face. Astrid took a seat and smoothed her hands over her skirt.

"Fish?"

Hiccup chuckled. "Fishlegs, actually. Another weird nickname. We met while fishing when we were young. Both of us got forced by our parents to go fishing with them, and, well, let's just say we spent the day more with hunting trolls and learning about the forest than fishing. But it stuck with us."

She hummed, resting her chin on her hand. "Are you close?"

"We're still really good friends, but not as close as we used to be. Work's sort of getting in the way. But we still meet up sometimes."

His voice sounded rough, almost, a bit hoarse she noticed then. He sounded exhausted.

"Ruff and me are the same, honestly. I don't know just when we got so busy. And I don't want any friendship to feel like a chore."

"Right. That's understandable."

He locked his eyes on her again over the menu. Astrid pretended not to notice.

"Is the coffee as good as his ice cream?" she asked, quickly scanning her options.

"I don't know, I don't drink coffee."

Astrid gasped, mockingly in shock. "How do you survive?"

"On water and tea, usually."

Hiccup had leaned forward, leaning on his forearms, grinning his lopsided grin at her and suddenly she wasn't so keen on focusing her attention on the menu in her hands anymore.

In the end she decided to just get a chocolate sundae and set the menu down, letting her eyes wander over his face again

"Yeah, we, uh, we're actually a couple now," she heard herself say.

"Congratulations," Christopher smiled. "I'm not surprised though, from the way he looked at you. Anyways, I'll be right back with your order, it was nice to see you again!"

"Likewise," Astrid replied smiling and then returned her attention to the email she was writing - well, at least she was looking at it. The rest of her was still caught up in another sun-flooded memory.

"Look what the cat dragged in!" Hiccup grinned at the sight of Snotlout entering the fire department in his usual state - fifteen minutes late, a to-go coffee cup in his hand.

His cousin sat down, setting the cup on the table.

"Okay, so, first of all, before you judge me, Mr 'I got an entire day off so I could get laid'-"

he ducked away from the rubber that came flying at him and continued completely unfazed, "guess who's back in town and has a dog."

Hiccup gasped. "You're kidding! He got a dog?"

"Yes," Snotlout confirmed, grimly staring at him over the rim of his coffee. "Which makes me, like, seventyone percent more attracted to him, which I hate."

Hiccup looked at him and could already tell Snotlout was going to despise his next question.

"Why don't you just tell him?"

Snotlout gawked at him. "And ruin my carefully crafted reputation in this city? Are you insane?"

"Have you ever considered that maybe he … feels the same way?"

"Wait- did he say something to you?"

"No. I'm just saying you could be missing your chance and it might be too late in a couple-"

"Okay, okay, calm down Romeo, just 'cause you got a girlfriend now doesn't mean you can start giving me actually helpful dating advice, okay?"

Snotlout interrupted him but grinned and nudged his cousin's shoulder, leaning back while taking another sip of his coffee.

"Appreciating it, though."

Hiccup snorted and leaned back.

"Hey, just 'cause I got a girlfriend doesn't actually mean I know how I did that."

Hiccup sighed, rubbed his burning eyes and threw his arms over his head, stretching until he heard his back crack.

'That sounds very unhealthy,' he thought, slowly rotating his neck and letting it hang backwards until some of the tension subsided. His gaze fell on Snotlout next to him, who had curled up on the couch and was snoring loudly. Hiccup grinned and carefully got up, trying not to disturb his sleeping cousin and tiptoed to the door of the common room, up the steps to the headquarters.

He started when his phone in his pocket rang, checked the screen and grinned at Astrid's face on the caller ID.

"Hello?"

"Hi," Astrid's voice greeted him and he felt a wave of warmth wash over him at the sound of it.

"Hey," he answered softly and sat down on his chair.

"What're you up to?"

"Work, as usual," he leaned back. "I'm on call response."

She let out a small chuckle. "So you had to pick up?"

"Of course, I'm just doing my job here, it's not like Snotlout's been asleep for the past hour and nothing is happening and I'm bored out of my mind and have been wanting to talk to you the whole day."

Astrid hummed, grinning audibly. "Of course."

She paused for a second and then asked, "So would it be okay if I came over for a bit? It's - basically too late for me to be asking this, I already got the tea and am literally two minutes away."

Hiccup sat there, stunned for a second, the only thought occupying his mind right now, 'God, I love you.' but he bit his tongue, and instead said, "That'd be great! Text me when you're at the gates, I'll come down. Don't wanna wake Snotlout."

Astrid nodded, biting down a grin. "Okay, see you in two minutes," she whispered.

Hiccup closed his eyes, his heart fluttering.

Two minutes.

[sithmyass]

Nyctophilia - Chapter 1

Emperor!Vader x Princess!Reader

So here’s chapter 1 of Nyctophilia!! I’d like to thank my girls in the Ani chat, and a huge thanks to @drinksomecoco and @wishiwasanavenger for being the bestest ever!!

Warnings! : I don’t really think there’s anything in this chapter that calls for a warning? except maybe mean Ani.

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CHAPTER 1

“Where are you taking me?” You ask from your corner to which you were cuffed.

Your captor - Emperor Vader himself - lets out a small chuckle under his breath, before standing up from his seat, moving to crouch before you so he’s at eye level. Here, you get a proper look into his eyes. People told stories of their bright yellow.Yet, here they looked duller, more green. “Mustafar, sweet princess.” He answers, just above a whisper, “or I should say, my bride.”

If you weren’t attached to the wall, and already on the floor, surely your legs would have betrayed you. “B-bride?”

A smirk begins to form on his lips as your words fail you. “Don’t sound so upset, flower..” He runs his thumb over your cheek, collecting the falling tears on his gloved hand. “Think of it this way, you’ll have the most handsome man in the galaxy to be your husband, and you’ll be crowned Empress..”

He pats your cheek twice before standing up, returning to the cockpit of the ship, sitting in the pilot's seat once more. More and more tears streak and stain your cheeks as the minutes pass, and those very same minutes turn to hours before your very eyes.

Vader appears before you again, and begins to remove your restraints from your wrists. After helping you to your feet, he wraps a tight arm possessively around your waist. “Try to escape me, little one, and it’ll end in your demise.” He threatens as you walk off the ship, side by side. He guides you into the dark and gloomy castle, now loosening his grip on you slightly. Without a word, he guides you up the main staircase, along the plush red carpet towards large, black, wooden doors.

He releases your hip, but quickly takes your hand tightly in his as he opens the large doors before you. He motions you inside, allowing you to enter what seems to be his personal chambers. “My dear flower, these are our chambers. Please make yourself at home.”

He releases your hand, allowing you to explore the room whilst he stands in front of the doors, preventing your escape. “I will send up a few handmaidens for you, they will help you prepare for tonight’s ceremony.” He slowly strides over towards you, taking your small hand in his large one, before brushing his plush lips over your knuckles gently. Your thoughts race as you decide how to tell him that you can’t marry him. Your parents would never allow it, what about the prince of Alderaan?

“Emperor, I-“ You begin, but he cuts you off.

“Please, call me Vader, sweet flower.” You nod slowly, noticing a small smile form on his lips.

“Vader.. I cannot marry you.. I-I’m to be wed back home...” You try to explain, but you see his smile slowly turn to a scowl, and his eyes flash bright yellow, the same colour as the stories.

“No, flower. You are to be wed to me tonight. Fail to appear, and I will make sure you’ll never see your family again.” His grip on your hand tightens in his anger, before he drops it suddenly, making a haste exit - locking the door in the process.

You jump as the door slams behind him, leaving you now in the silence of the sullen room. You begin to take in your surroundings, and you notice how expertly the room is decorated. The room is mostly black with red accents; a red throw rug here, a red candle there. You walk towards the large dresser, running your fingers over the black wood. The vanity before you allows you to take in your reflection, face red and swollen, mascara stained cheeks, and mussed hair. Turning around, ignoring the reflection, you find yourself slowly making your way towards the large bed.

You run your fingertips over the black silk comforter, and allow yourself to climb onto the bed. Laying back against the pillows, you feel as if you’ve been transported to heaven, and you’re laying on the fluffiest cloud in the sky. Even your bed back home wasn’t as large or comfortable as this one. You’re ripped from your fantasy as a knock echos through the room. Immediately you stride towards the door, putting your ear to the wood.

“Yes?”

“Miss Y/N, your handmaidens are here.” A male voice calls out, before the door unlocks and opens, revealing a stormtrooper and three women standing before you. The women enter and the stormtrooper shuts the door behind them, locking it back up immediately.

“Oh, Miss Y/N, you’re more beautiful than the tales give you credit for..” The small red haired woman gawks, before leading you over towards the large stand up mirror in the corner of the large room. The two other ladies rush behind you, and go into the closet.

“Thank you, miss...?” You ask, and the red haired woman replies with her name.

“Bela.”

“Bela.. That's a gorgeous name.” The other two women appear before you with the most gorgeous black wedding gown you had ever seen in your entire life. Before you could even express your feelings towards the gown, you were being stripped down and pushed into the fabric.

“Emperor Vader hand picked this dress for you, Miss.” Bela says, making conversation as she begins to lace up your corset.

At the mention of Vader, you bite your lip to remain quiet. “I’d prefer not to talk about him.”

Bela nods, and continues preparing you for the ceremony. The rest of the preparation passes in silence, allowing the women to prepare your makeup and hair perfectly. As soon as they finish, they all leave you alone in the room once again.

Minutes later the stormtrooper stationed outside your room beckons you to the door. “Your highness, Emperor Vader has requested that I escort you down to the main hall for tonight’s ceremony.”

You grab hold of the troopers arm, silently allowing him to guide you through the corridors of the bleak palace. Her guides you through the corridors of the bleak palace before stopping before another large door,pushing it open to reveal Vader standing at a makeshift altar. He’s clad in black robes and a black cape, similar to his usual attire but much fancier. Other than the Emperor himself and presumably the officiant, there were no other souls present for this moment. A moment that was supposed to be special for the bride and groom, yet you stand here and feel unhappy and forced.

As you silently make your way down the isle, Vader extends his gloved hand out to you, which you take reluctantly.

“My.. You’re more beautiful than all the stars in the galaxies, Flower..” He whispers into your ear as the officiant begins the ceremony. You give him no reaction though, in hopes of getting your point across.

“Miss Y/N, do you take Emperor Vader to be your husband?” He looks at you blankly as he waits for your answer, but when none comes, you start to feel a slight constricting feeling on your throat. Each passing second without an answer, the feeling got tighter and tighter, you look up to his eyes, trying to glare. He subtly raises an eyebrow and it suddenly gets a lot tighter and forces a strangled ‘I do’ from your lips.

A smirk forms on Vader’s lips when you answer, as he waits to be asked the same question. “Emperor Vader, do you take Miss Y/N-“

“I do.” Vader manages to cut him off, and he slips the engagement and wedding band onto your finger at the same time. He puts his band on quickly and urges the man to finish the ceremony.

“You may now kiss your new Empress.”

You take a step back, wishing you could just run and escape up to your room, but Vader is one step ahead of you and grabs your waist, pulling you to his chest. “Welcome home, Empress.” He whispers into your ear before pulling you into a deep kiss. It’s completely one sided until he pinches the skin of your hip, making you gasp. He takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, and you struggle to push him off your body.He lets you do so though, but not before giving you a smirk and dragging you out of the room “You’re going to love it here flower,”.

[calypsoff]

Fifty Nine. Part 2

Clinton honestly plays at my heartstrings with Chris, just to see a good father. He is ever so attentive towards Chris and I love to see it, he just comes out with the most random things too which makes me laugh but to see a father, it’s nice to see. I don’t know what one is, it’s been tainted for me because of my own and I don’t think I know what a real father should be doing “you good now yeah? No more tears” Clinton placed his arm around Chris and patted his shoulder “no more, I’m good now. I ain’t seen y’all in a while, I missed it. You know how much I missed you when I was locked up but yeah, I’m good” Chris makes me so proud, he really does. He just so open with his emotions with his family, even with me but I love that “so what is happening in the family, how is the baby? Tell me” Clinton asked Chris, he probably wants to hear what he has to say which I don’t mind “good, erm me and Barry aren’t friends anymore. I’m not sure what he is on at all, we just not speaking anymore. He was saying things that angered me that I ended up beating him, in the middle of iHop and I got arrested and now I got a court case. So that happened” Clinton looks horrified “again!? What did I say to you about letting anyone get to you! Seriously, you have so much going for you. I said it to you when you were first time arrested, I said to you that you are not like those boys out there that need to do these types of things. Barry isn’t proceeding the way you are Chris; you need to make new friends in that field. The people of VA you leave behind, nobody is happy for you” Clinton was harsh there “we understand why you both didn’t come to the home and we appreciate that you even came to VA, I’m very happy to see you both even came but we will come to you both” Joyce added “I’m not hiding though, fuck them” Chris said “you’re not hiding son, you’re fully there and we see it” Clinton is right “move to Cali, then I can see you when I want and then when Robyn isn’t speaking to me I can see you all” Chris would mention that “no baby, your sister is here” Chris pulled a face “but I would like you to be safe, you know Robb is throwing threats” Clinton looked at Joyce “I think your mother wants to stay in VA; our family is here. Only you are in Cali” Chris shrugged his dad’ arm off “yeah the family that don’t fuck with your son, ok. It’s just me” Chris is offended by what was said, I don’t blame him.

Chris as he does he’s walked off because he’s not happy, I’m not going to get myself involved because it’s his family “Clinton leave him, he needs space and we give him that” Joyce said as Clinton was going to get up and follow him “I just don’t want him to be sad, it’s a lovely day. Seeing each other” taking in a deep breath “do you all still speak to the family still? It’s just Chris?” I questioned, I want to know more actually “they speak to us yes, but when it comes to Chris he is a bit of a taboo, Robb is the first born grandchild. Spoilt, so when that all happened they took sides and it hurts me so much because he’s my only son, but I also want my family, We decided to just keep both sides happy and not speak on either, I know my son feels I am betraying him. I don’t know what else I can do without losing the family I got and have nothing” pressing my lips into a hard thin line “but then Chris had nothing besides you three? How was that fair on him. In that situation, coming out of jail and he came back to nasty behaviour. I just feel it’s hard for him, he did what he needed to do to be out, I won’t ever say he did wrong. You both got your boy back and that alone should be praised but how you think he feels when now he’s between you and that family you want” I shouldn’t be involved in this because it’s not my issue at all “it’s ok because I will have my own family” oh Chris heard then “son, you’re taking it the wrong way. You knew this, you knew the family didn’t forgive. We would always choose you over them, it is never like that but we are ok in VA, we really are so please let’s not argue, can we not” Chris made his way over to me and sat next to me “I have no family” looking over at Chris “stop” I don’t want this to be an argument, we didn’t come here for that.

Both Clinton and Chris went out to get some groceries, they took Frank with them. I wasn’t letting them go alone, I’m not risking it at all “Joyce, it’s playing on my mind and you can tell me to mind my business but. They want to kill your son, does that not hurt you and want you to not deal with them anymore?” I’m still on it “kills me deep inside. My sister came and she said my son is suffering, I said to her so is my son as you all wish nothing but bad on him so all he keeps getting is bad, I told Chris to go to church more, he needs the blessing because there is nasty people out there that are wishing it, those people is my family. I do want a change but all I know is VA, I am comfortable here” as a mother I can imagine how hurt she is about it all “all I knew is Barbados Joyce, but I did it and I was happier, hand on my heart a change could be best for you all because he wants to protect you all too, but that’s something you all want. Chris is a hurt man and I see it sometimes, he loves Barbados, he loves my family and minus my dad but how close we are. I see his smile and then he comes here, and he has no family around, it’s a shame. All they are doing now is selling stories about him, my publicist told me, and I said deny it all, he doesn’t know that, but I do. It’s just a nasty situation where now his cousin is threatening him, I feel like someone has put some witchcraft on him, you’re right. All those bad wishes add up and maybe we need to go church, but I think if you really want a change, make it” they are thinking on moving then they need to do that now before Chris gets the house for them.

Joyce touched my bump and it made me giggle “my mother would be jealous right now, she just calls me on FaceTime to stare at my bump. She’s so excited about this, she’s telling me she will move in for me and she will do this and that and I’m like hold on mommy, I am ok. Chris and I are ok, I just know Chris is going to be so supportive. But I think I will let her stay for a few days and then she needs to go home, she will take over. The baby is going to be so loved, I can’t wait” she cooed out “what you guessing? My mother said boy weird enough, she said the way I am carrying so I am so unsure, also Chris and I met this guy in Jamaica called captain and he knew so much, he turned around to me and said girl, I was so freaked out” Joyce gasped “wow, well I think girl. Oh baby I hope it is a girl, daughters are a pleasure. Such beautiful, spirited kids, boys are a pain. I enjoyed my daughter then I did my son but Chris himself, he was clingy to me, forever wanting me to pick him up but I feel like when boys grow up, they grow up to not be yours” Joyce has got a point “he also said we have four kids but one is vague and I questioned and said was one a miscarriage and he said no so that scared me, I don’t know. I hope it’s not anything awful” I sighed out “impressive” Joyce said and I laughed “well” I dragged out, her son has super sperm so it could be a thing actually “would you want that many? You’re a very busy woman” I chuckled “with the help and support from the love of my life yes it can happen, even if god blessed me once I am happy” Joyce cooed out “I am so excited for you both” this baby is going to be so loved and I can’t wait.

Sweet of Joyce, she cooked for us and I wasn’t expecting that at all. She made me sit down and not do anything at all, it’s nice “you know what, this was so nice. Thank you, but leave the dishes, Chris will clean up” I grinned at Chris “what?” He said confused “you heard me but it’s getting late, I don’t want you driving home and it’s too dark for you” Chris chuckled “she is trying to make you both leave, she is bored of you” Chris is such a liar “don’t listen to him please, he is a liar. But anyways, can we take a picture together, just before you depart. I want a in-law’s picture, I’ll get Rich to come and take it” getting up from the seat “oh god my hair is not done?” Waving Joyce off “stop it” making my way to the living room to get Rich so he can take this picture of us “Rich, can you take a picture” walking back on myself “what’s bout your bump?” Chris asked “your jacket” taking his jacket from the back of his chair, I just really don’t care about hiding about the fact I’m with my in-law. Putting Chris’ jacket on and zipping it up “don’t you think it looks better on me?” I smiled at Chris “mhmmm nah, better on me” Chris wrapped his arms around my shoulders “Rich can you notice my bump? Anything at all?” I asked as he aimed the camera up “erm no, the counter covers it” shuffling to Joyce and placing my around her “ok smile” I grinned wide, I probably look a mess but who cares “done” Rich made his way over to us, taking my phone from him “awwww thank you, I love this picture. I don’t look pregnant here at all, ok family” pressing next and adding a caption ‘I have the cutest in-laws’ pressing send on the picture “it’s been honestly so nice to see you both, but honestly. Chris will clean” I am being deadass, he thinks I am joking “awww, how long you both staying for?” Joyce asked “erm, I would say a few days. Spending some quality time together” I laughed to myself because that sounds stupid, we see each other anyways.

Chris is downstairs trying to figure which home he wants to get for his parents, I spoke to Chris last night about them remaining here, they are happy to be here so why change that for them. Even though for Chris I would have liked them to come to Cali but it’s fine, just because they are happy here so he is downstairs looking at different homes, he changed his mind on what he wants to get and I don’t mind because I need sort out his birthday gift or gifts anyways, but I don’t know what I am doing with this shit so I am getting my brother to help me, I have not a clue about this shit so while he is down there I am calling him “nigga, why you take so long to pick up” I scolded him “sorry, man I was just going to have a nap under the sun” he knows damn well I miss Barbados “asshole, so anyways. Have you done your investigation for me? I told you, if I say it to him he will clock on so I don’t want to ask” he better have spoken to him “yeah, I text him and said well lied to him. I said I am moving to Cali to be closer, and I am looking to get a car, well at first we spoke about sports and then I turned it into about cars, then he said oh my car is just an Uber which made me laugh but he spoke on Lamborghini, he said once he makes his money up he will get that for himself, so there. I did it” I have no idea about cars, they cute whatever but I don’t. I have that Porsche that is in a garage that I don’t even use “right so now what? Rorrey please, you got to do this for me” he has no choice he has too “right there is a few models but I am flying over sis so we can both go and look, don’t worry about it I got you” thank god he is coming.

As I come down the door knocked at the same time “I will get it” Rich said as he got up, I need to make some lunch actually, I am hungry. Slowly walking down the last step as Rich walked by me “you don’t look happy” I said, “I was having a nap” I gasped “so in that nap you were saving me from what?” Rich chuckled as he opened the door “oh wow, hi” letting out an oh, it’s TJ “I come in peace, honestly big man” Chris jogged by me “is that you TJ?” Rich moved to the side, TJ stood awkwardly with a car seat in hand but then he placed it on the floor as Chris jumped on him, giving him the biggest hug “oh man, it’s the married man” I smiled seeing them both hugging, seeing Chris happy with his friend “oh shit, oh my god. Is this Camron? Holy shit, who this white boy” Chris crouched down to the car seat “hi Rihanna” TJ waved at me “hey, come in. Chris bring the baby, come in. I am going to make lunch, you want some?” I asked “no thank you, I just ate. I really wanted Chris to meet my son, like I am so excited about this” watching Chris as he bought the car seat over to me “look at him, he fat and white” I cooed out looking into the car seat seeing this chubby little thing with the lightest hair “wow TJ, he is you!” I spat “he is so cute” now I am jealous, I Want my bbay with me now, Camron is so cute.

Walking into the living room and sitting next to Chris “ugh, I cannot wait for our baby to be here. Look at you being all daddy, TJ your son is beautiful. He is really you’re twin, god bless him” TJ laughed “thank you, I just wanted Chris to meet him, and it happened. I just wanted this moment, when he’s older I can start taking him to Cali, he will have someone to play with when little Breezy comes along but thank you” poking my lips out “come here, you are so precious” picking Camron off of Chris, slowly placing him in my arms “you really are a charmer staring at me with those big brown eyes” I should have known, like he’s a baby and they can sniff milk “aye, wait. No, those nipples are mine” I snorted laughing moving him away from my breast, this baby is ready for milk “oh shit, I just fed him, he probably senses it” lifting him up and sat him up on my lap with my hand behind his head “take a picture for me, do you mind?” I asked TJ “I don’t, I mean after the breast thing. You can” Chris aimed the camera, placing my hand just under his chin “mind the stomach” I added “Camron, hey nephew! Yeah, you going to smile at me, awww look at that” Chris turned my phone to me “cute, post it please and put. Just had a baby the world thinks I am pregnant with, I want to annoy the rumours floating around. This will throw them off” also just that alone will upset Seiko, she will be so angry about me posting her son.

[bnha-mha-imagines]

Hi! Um, my engilsh is not perfect, but i hope you will understand me. :> May i request imagine/headcanons/whatever you comfortable with for Deku/Bakugou/Kirishima/Todoroki s/o's who secretly has rat in dormroom and only Koda know it, because he's sometimes help s/o with it? And one time that rat leave the cage so s/o running around dorms and looking for it with Koda and it was found by choosen boy? If you can't write it, that's fine! Stay hydrated and happy! ~P.C.

Hello love! Your English is fine ;) this request was so cute! ALSO I made this rat meme, please enjoy, LOL.

Bakugo, Deku, Todoroki, Kirishima finding their s/o’s secret lost rat

Warnings: None :)

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U.A. had a strict no pet policy for the dorms, but how could you possibly part with your beloved rat? No, the mere thought of leaving your whiskery friend at home with your parents was completely out of the question! So, during move-in, you snuck their cage in by disguising it as a storage box. Ha! You beat the system. 

    Taking care of a rat wasn’t too high maintenance. You never had to take them outside like you would a dog, and they weren’t as mischievous as a cat, so keeping your pet hidden was easy enough! You just had to move their cage to the closet during dorm inspections or whenever someone visited. 

    But, your secret didn’t last long when Koda discovered your little buddy one day. You weren’t sure how he had found out about your rat, but one day during class he passed you a note that said “They are cute! :3” with a little crude doodle of a rat on it. When you read it, you felt yourself choke and your knee hit painfully against the bottom of your desk.

    Turning your head to Koda with wide eyes, he gave you a small smile. Anxiety coursed through you for the remainder of class, and you made sure to catch his elbow when you were dismissed. Pulling him down to your height, you whispered quickly into his ear. “How do you know?! Did you tell anyone?!” Though you frightened him with your vigor, Koda managed to get out that he was the only one who knew because of his quirk.

    Feeling relieved, you soon learned that Koda would keep your secret so long as you allowed him to visit for a playdate with your little friend every now and then. You managed to go for two months like this: Koda would on occasion come to play and help take care of little ratigan, and you were able to keep them without fear of anyone finding out. That was, until one morning, you found you had left the cage door open the night before and they escaped…

Bakugo:

    Bakugo wasn’t sure what was going on with you. You had come to class that morning all fidgety with an anxious look on your face, and everytime he asked you about it you would brush him off. It was getting frustrating, because he knew you were hiding something from him. You were a terrible liar. 

    He got a little snappy at you, demanding you tell him since it was clearly bothering you so much. But, as much as he tried to worm it out of you, your lips were sealed. By the time class was let out, you had practically bolted back to the dorms with Koda. Bakugo felt his eyes narrow. So it was something the two of you both knew. 

    As much as he tried not to be, Bakugo was upset you had chosen to share something with Koda and not him. Wasn’t he your boyfriend? Not Koda. So why were you hiding things from him? Slightly suspicious and a bit envious, Bakugo swore to himself that he’d find out your little secret one way or another. If Koda got to know, then sure as hell he deserved to.

    When Bakugo caught you both sneaking around the hallways, his suspicions were multiplied. What the hell were you doing? Hiding behind the corner, Bakugo glared at the two of you as you frantically clicked your tongues and crawled on the floor as if looking for something.

    As he stared at your odd behavior, Bakugo felt something gently tug at his foot. Turning his face downward, he let out a yelp as he saw a rather large rat nibbling at his shoelace. No doubt had he alerted you both, but he couldn’t care less. His attention was focused on the rodent currently trying to eat his shoe. Bending down, Bakugo grabbed the rat by the tail and lifted him up. “What the…?” his eyebrows knitted in confusion.

    You and Koda were there in a few seconds, and there was no denying the panicked yet relieved look on your face. “B-Bakugo!!” you started, hands already reaching for the rat. Koda had a frightened expression on his face, eyes flitting between you and the glare on Bakugo’s face. 

    “You seem rather familiar with this thing. Care to explain?” he eyes fixed you in place as you held your mischievous pet close to your chest. You nodded your head, clearly caught red handed. You brought Bakugo to your room so that you could explain in privacy. Though your boyfriend was a little angry that you didn’t trust him enough to share your secret, he promised to keep it. 

    “You owe me one, idiot.” You made sure to give him lots of attention and kisses that week.

 Deku:

    Midoriya was meant to meet at your dorm so you could walk to class together. When he arrived, he didn’t expect to see you and Koda running a muck in your dorm, tearing the whole place up. “Uh… (Y/n)? What are you doing?” When you looked at him, worry etched all over your face, he felt his heart sink. “Are you okay?”

    With stressed tears threatening to spill, you hurried into his arms for an embrace. Feeling his hands rub comforting circles in your back, you admitted to him that you lost your pet rat. Though he was surprised to hear that you had been harboring a stowaway, he knew it wasn’t the time to question you on it. “It’s okay, (Y/n), we’ll find them.” 

    Setting his bag on your bed, he quickly checked his watch. You had ten minutes to look before you had to go to class. With you, Koda, and himself all looking for your rat, surely you could find them! They couldn’t have gone far. 

    After taking a moment to console you, the three of you all set out to go search the dorms for your lost rat. You split up to cover more ground on the floor, searching as quickly as you could. As Midoriya hurried down the halls, he made sure to carefully watch every one of his steps. He didn’t want to accidentally step on your little friend! 

    Walking into the kitchen, Izuku carefully ignored some of the students eating their breakfasts. Trying to think logically, Izuku knew rodents often got into dried foods. With this in mind, Midoriya made sure to check every one of the cupboards. As he opened one of the higher cupboards, he swore he heard a slight scritching. 

    Pausing to listen, he traced the sound to a box of cereal. Lifting it down to his height, Izuku peered into the box to see two tiny eyes looking right back up at him. With a soft gasp, Izuku reached into the cereal to grab the fuzzy friend, hiding them under his shirt carefully. Making sure to toss out the ruined food, Izuku tried to play off a casual air as he hurried back to your dorm. After sending you a text, you had raced back to your room in only two minutes. Seeing your rat safely resting in their cage, you threw your arms around your soft boyfriend. “Thank you thank you thank you, Izuku!” You peppered him with kisses, knowing you owed him an explanation later. 

Kirishima:

    Kirishima had noticed how uneasy you were at class, with you shooting Koda a look every now and then. He wasn’t sure what was bothering the two of you so much, and everytime he asked you about it you would laugh it off. Not wanting to push you, Kirishima just made a mental note to check in on you at the end of the day.

    When class finally let out, Kirishima meant to meet you so you could walk back to the dorms together like you always did; but, he was surprised to see you already booking it back with Koda. He was confused. What was going on that had you both so anxious? Kirishima walked back with Bakugo and Denki, a troubled look on his face. 

    Walking into the dorms, Kirishima had already tuned out his friend’s conversation, very concerned about your stressed behavior. Suddenly, he was jolted out of his thoughts when Kaminari let out a loud, “Oh shit, a rat!” Hearing his friend, Kirishima laughed and turned to look at Denki, who no doubt was mimicking the motions of the meme. But, he was surprised to see Kaminari with wide eyes, staring down the hall. 

    Following his look, Kirishima blinked when he saw that there actually was a literal rat casually walking down the hallway. From beside him, he heard Bakugo let out a disgusted noise. “Gross. This place better not be infested with those shits.” Noticing Bakugo raise his arm to blast the rat, Kirishima quickly grabbed his elbow to stop him.

    “W-Wait dude! It looks domesticated, it might be someone’s!” Kirishima bent down and picked up the lazy rodent who seemed grateful for the chance to rest their paws. “See? It’s even comfortable with people. It has to be someone’s pet.” Bakugo tsked, standing a safe distance from the rat while Kaminari got closer to tap it’s head with his forefinger. 

    “Isn’t there a no pet policy?” Kaminari mused, petting the fuzzy friend. “What are we going to do with it?” Kirishima held the fat rat with both of his hands against his chest, the friendly little thing already curling up against him.

    “I’ll just hold on to it for now,” Kirishima decided, figuring the owner of the rat will have to turn up eventually. Bidding farewell to his friends, Kirishima retreated to his dorm, but not before texting you a picture of the little guy. Maybe if you saw something cute, you’d feel less stressed? He was startled to hear a desperate knocking at his door, and holding the rat against him, he opened the door to see you with a wide eyed expression.

    “There you are!” You gasped in relief, swooping in to take the rat from his hands. Kirishima blinked. Was this your rat? You stepped inside to explain the situation to him, how you had been sneakily housing a rat and had lost them that morning. By the end of it, Kirishima was grinning. 

    “You, breaking the rules? Wow, (Y/n), that’s pretty manly!” he ruffled your hair. Needless to say, Kirishima would be making a lot of visits to your dorm to play with his new friend!

Todoroki:

    Todoroki could tell you were anxious about something, but he could not for the life of him figure out what. He already tended to struggle with things like that, but the fact that you avoided telling him why made it all the harder for him. He wasn’t a mind reader, afterall. So he just left you alone, figuring you wanted time on your own to figure things out. If you needed help, he trusted you to come to him when you need it. 

    But, he was still worried all the same. You didn’t talk much during lunch, instead turning your attention to your phone. Todoroki side eyed your phone, trying to catch a glimpse at the name of who you were texted so feverishly. Was that...Koda’s name? Not wishing to disrespect any more of your privacy, Todoroki shifted his eyes away. He was confused even more. Since when did you talk to Koda so much?

    When Todoroki walked back to the dorms with you, he noticed how briskly you were walking. Did you have somewhere to be? Once you reach the lobby, you gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and disappeared off to who knows where, leaving Todoroki in a state of perplexity. 

    Trying not to dwell on it, he makes his way back to his room. Slipping off his shoes, he shimmied his feet into his slippers...before suddenly reeling back from them. Something was moving in his right slipper! Staring at it, surprised, Todoroki watched as a fat rat lazily poked its head out, one sleepy eye cracked open. It seemed his foot had woken it from a nap. 

    As you and Koda searched the halls to no avail, you were beginning to feel dread overwhelm you. You were filled with worry at all the possibilities of what could have happened to your beloved pet. Dejected, you walked back to your dorm to check your room for the 3rd time. Opening the door, you halted as you spotted Todoroki on your bed...with your rat on his head! Todoroki’s eyes met yours instantly. “I found a rat,” he said, as if you might have missed that fact.

    Gasping, you hurried toward him, grasping his hand. “Todoroki, you found them! That’s my pet rat!” Todoroki’s face scrunched in confusion, and you quickly told him your story. When you had finished, Todoroki nodded slightly, taking care not to have the rat slip off from his head.

    “I see,” he said, a slight smirk forming on his face. “Since I found your rat, I get to keep them now.” Your eyes widened and you tugged on his sleeve, protests already leaving your mouth. Taking the rat down from his head, Todoroki quickly leaned in to silence you with a kiss. “It’s okay, (Y/n),” he teased. “You’ll get visiting hours.” You tsked, rolling your eyes. Your boyfriend was such a dork.

[elyreywrites]

hips don’t lie (shakira shakira)

a crack fic born of a typo, and enabled by discord (shout out to the C&C discord server!! y’all are amazing.) also, it was a motivational gift for a friend. and a huge thanks to Bumpkin for being my beta on this fic!

title from Shakira’s “Hips Don’t Lie”.

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Teen 1,895 words Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne part of my batkids shenanigans series

Summary:

Tim breaks a hip. Dick and Jason fight for the right of sitting shotgun. Barbara is the Actual Best. And Bruce is Suffering.

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Tim leaned back against the wall in his cell and waited. He certainly wasn’t going to escape at the moment – not after some goon had slammed a metal bat into his hip. Standing wasn’t going to happen, much less fighting. As it was, Tim could block out the pain while sitting down and not moving. He’d dragged his body out of the desert after he was stabbed in the spleen, he could ignore this pain.

The sound of shattering glass and indistinct yelling brought a grin to his face. Ah, his rescue had arrived. Who did they send this time? The gunfire that broke out could mean Jason, or the goons had guns. Maybe both. The only guarantee was that it wasn’t Damian. He had a final paper due in the morning for school and Bruce ordered him off patrol.

The commotion lasted all of ten minutes. After another couple of minutes, something banged on the other side of the door.

“Hey Red, yell if you’re in here,” called Dick. After a second, he squawked, “What was that for?”

“He might be unconscious and can’t fucking answer,” Jason snarked.

Huh, both of them to the rescue. “I’m conscious,” he yelled. The lock clicked and his two older brothers strolled in, the keys dangling from the lock.

“Oh good,” Jason drawled, “then you can explain why the fuck you didn’t escape on your own.” He tossed Tim an extra comm, which he immediately put in.

Tim hummed. “I mean, it might have something to do with the metal bat that some asshole caught me in the hip with.”

Both men paused, just as Bruce appeared in the doorway. Tim knew his eyebrow was raised expectantly under the cowl. Tim looked straight at him and said, “I’m not very hip.”

In the background, Dick started snickering as Jason choked on his laughter. Bruce, though – Bruce went still. Bat still – the kind he only got in two situations. One, if he was about to drop into a fight. Two, when one of his kids made an exceptionally bad joke. The second often came before the Heavy Sigh of Exasperated Dad. “Your hip is injured,” he inferred, returning to the matter at hand. “What else can you tell us about the injury?”

Smirking, he complained, “Help, I’ve fallen and I can’t get up.”

The snickering turned into near-hysterical giggles. Jason was wheezing under the helmet. And there was the Heavy Sigh of Exasperated Dad.

“Someone call Life Alert!” Dick gasped out through his giggling.

“Fucking hell, kid,” Jason managed. “You little fucking shit. We were worried about your goddamn ass, and here you are, making shitty jokes like you’re Nightwing.”

“Hey!”

Bruce shook his head. “Your hip might be broken. Let’s–”

Dick cut off their father. “That’s so sad,” he choked out past his widening grin, “Oracle, play ‘Hips Don’t Lie’.”

Bruce froze. Tim watched with glee as Jason sunk to the floor, his wheezing turning into the high-pitched keening of someone laughing without air. And then – because Babs was the Actual Best – the song started playing over the comm line.

Ah, there it was: the second Heavy Sigh of Exasperated Dad, almost entirely drowned out by Shakira’s “Hips Don’t Lie”.

“Why,” he asked, long-suffering. “Why do you do this to me? Just… you two, get to the Batmobile. I'll get Red.”

Tim raised an eyebrow behind the mask. “You’re the one that chose to be a father. Really, you should have expected this.”

Bruce tilts his head, his own equivalent of a raised eyebrow when he’s in the cowl. “Oh, I’m supposed to expect my children to reference memes and make jokes when one has broken a hip. That’s what I was supposed to be prepared for, when I decided to take in a grieving child. The parenting books never warned me about that.” He leaned down and tried to carefully pick Tim up, as Tim gritted his teeth against the pain. In the background, “Hips Don’t Lie” faded away.

Over the comm, Jason scoffed. “As if you ever read any parenting books.”

“I know for a fact that you didn’t,” Dick added. “Agent A made enough pointed comments about it that I know you didn’t. Also, I call shotgun.”

“You can have shotgun over my cold, dead body, you dick!” Jason snapped.

“First of all, stop joking about your death! Second of all, fuck you, you know the rules! Hood, get back here! I fucking called shotgun as soon as the Batmobile was in view, respect the fucking rules!”

“You’ll have to drag me out!”

“Red Robin gets shotgun,” Batman cut in.

Tim looked at Bruce blankly. “One, Red Robin is staying out of this, as one of them has already tried to kill me before. Two, Red Robin has a broken hip and needs to be in the backseat, because there is no way in hell I can sit upright very well right now.”

“For shame, B,” Dick sighed. “Hood, I swear to fucking god, get the fuck out of shotgun! Batmaaaaan, Hood isn’t following the ruuuules!”

Tim felt the Heavy Sigh that time. Damn, three in one night? They were doing pretty well. “That’s not really anything new, though, is it?” Tim snarked.

“You wanna fuckin’ go, punk?” Jason called back.

Closer now, Tim could see as Dick shook his head in over-dramatic disappointment. “I can’t believe you, Hood. Breaking the Sacred Rules of Calling Shotgun. Threatening to fight a kid with a broken hip. What would Agent A say?”

“Oh shit.” Tim whispered, grinning, “you’re gonna be in trouble.”

Jason growled back over the line, apparently kicking out at Dick from his spot in shotgun. “Fuck you, I’m an adult!”

Someone hummed on the comm line. “Would you care to repeat that?” Alfred said, as calmly as ever.

At the same time, Dick grabbed Jason’s leg to pull him from the Batmobile. Both things caused Jason to squawk as he landed on his ass on the ground. “No, Agent A. Sorry, Agent A. Hey, that is not fair, I got there first! I have longer legs, and you’re gonna stick me in the back?!”

Bruce stopped for a second, watching the chaos of Dick trying to get into the passenger seat by climbing over Jason, who was still laying on the ground, while Jason kept grabbing his legs and pulling him back out. Tim watched Bruce, waiting. Wondering.

Bruce inhaled and–

Jason and Dick both froze as they heard the fourth Heavy Sigh of the night.

“Is… is that a record?” Jason asked, in a reverent whisper.

“I don’t know,” Dick replied, just as awed.

Tim smirked. “Robin and I have managed seven in one night.”

“What?!” Dick shrieked.

“How?!”

Bruce only looked tiredly upon his eldest sons. “Robin and Red Robin,” he said, as though that was enough explanation. Tim had to admit, it kind of was. No need to mention that it was only for show now, more for the purpose of antagonizing their family than anything else. Cass knew, because Cass always knew, but she only giggled whenever she witnessed their fights.

Jason and Dick stared at each other, Dick’s leg still caught in Jason’s grasp. “We can probably get at least five before we get back to the Cave,” Dick muttered lowly, as though the comm wasn’t picking up everything he said.

“Done,” Jason said. “But I still got here first so stop trying to claim shotgun.”

“Hmmm, nope. I called it as soon as the Batmobile was in view. Them’s the rules, little brother.”

Jason snarled. “I’m taller than you! I need the extra leg space more!”

“You are barely taller than me, and not enough to really matter for leg space.”

Batman carefully put Tim down so he was stretched out along the length of the backseat and climbed in the driver's seat. “How is it,” he began, “that Red Robin, your younger brother, is acting more mature than both of you.”

Jason and Dick both stared at Bruce in utter betrayal. Then Jason looked back at Dick. “Go share the backseat with Red, you’re the oldest. He’s in pain. He needs his big brother to tell him it’s okay.”

“God no,” Tim muttered. He did not want Dick’s smothering right now.

Dick gasped, head snapping to stare at Tim. “Holy shit, I didn’t even think about that! Red, does it hurt a lot? You need a hug.”

Plans for revenge were already forming in Tim’s mind as Dick climbed in the backseat with him, letting Tim lean back against him. Dick’s arms wrapped around Tim in what some considered a hug and others considered an inescapable hold. A hand was already carding through his hair and his oldest brother reassured him that they’d be back at the Cave soon. Jason was snickering from the passenger seat.

Dick needed a distraction.

“Hey, O?” Tim asked, “Can you connect to the Batmobile? You probably already know what I’m thinking.”

“Sure thing Red,” Barbara smirked. He knew she did – he could hear it. Through the speakers in the car, “Hips Don’t Lie” started playing, again.

Tim didn’t miss Bruce’s hands tightening on the steering wheel, probably refraining from sighing again. Of course, now that he knew they were actively trying to antagonize him, it was going to be a lot harder.

As Tim expected, with Shakira blaring out of the speakers, Dick and Jason joined in on the singing. Loudly and off-key. A grin stretched across his face. Normally, he’d join in, but the pain was a bit too much for him to do that. That was fine, Bruce was getting twitchy enough as it was.

There was still no sigh yet, though. No matter how terribly Dick and Jason sang along, even going so far as to be off-beat, Bruce only twitched. At least, until the Spanish came.

“You know Spanish,” Bruce whispered, pained, as Jason sang English words that sounded just similar enough. Dick was doing the same, but without coordination, they were singing different words, creating the sound of pure chaos. “Why are you doing this to me?”

“You only have yourself to blame,” Tim snickered.

The fifth Heavy Sigh of Exasperated Dad cut the awful singing off so Dick and Jason could scream their victory. Tim regretted nothing as he slammed his head back into Dick’s chin.

“Ow! Reeed, whyyyy?” Dick whined, leaning his head back away from Tim.

Tim would have twisted around to glare at him if that didn’t seem like a Bad Plan. “You yelled in my fucking ear! What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

“We’re here,” Bruce called desperately, dragging himself out of the car. “Please, boys, please. Just… stop. It’s been a long night. Take pity on your old man.”

“Eh, I’m gonna go the fuck to sleep anyway,” Jason shrugged as he climbed out. “We succeeded in our goal. Have fun with the broken hip, Timmers! Night!” Tim watched him go, incredulous. A broken hip wasn’t what he’d call “fun” – despite the jokes and references that could be made.

Dick helped Bruce get him out of the car, and then smirked. “Your new ringtone is ‘Hips Don’t Lie’, just so you know. Night, Timmy!”

Tim watched his brothers leave, beginning to twitch himself. “I’m never going to live this down, am I?”

“You’ll never be hip again,” deadpanned Bruce.

[pixieminutes]

Him | CB (2)

genre: angst, fluff, swimmer!chris

members: reader x bang chan

warnings: fear of water, mentions of death

for part 1: click here

“y/n y/l/n? y/n?”

“that’s me.”

“you’re a relative of y/b/n y/l/n, right?”

“y-yes.”

“the ambulance will be arriving soon, but we’re not sure they’re going to be able to do much.”

“a-ambulance?”

“y/n! y/n!”

“y/n i’m sorry! y/n, oh finally, oh god you’re awake,” chris breathed, “your parents are getting food downstairs, they explained everything to me, y/n why didn’t you explain?!”

his voice was hoarse and tired, not like the usual soft and gentle tone he held. slowly, you began to realise he was crying.

“i’m sorry,” you said, running a hand through his dyed blonde hair, “thank you for bringing me here.”

“what else was i gonna do?! leave you in my car?!” chris exclaimed before sighing, “y/n, dear god, y/n. don’t ever do that to me again.”

there was a moment of silence before you chuckled, linking your hand with chris’s, “chris you smell like chlorine.”

“that’s strange, i didn’t go in the—“

“no,” you said, “all the time. you always smell like chlorine. you smell like chlorine, your house smells like chlorine, your car smells like chlorine, your clothes smell like chlorine and when i first met you it made me sick.”

chris smiled, but there were tears running down his face slowly, “i’m sorry.”

you shook your head, “you made me like the smell of chlorine again, chris. thank you.”

chris took your hand, kissing it gently, “i’m glad. swimming means a lot to me.”

you took a deep breath, facing the ceiling, “it meant a lot to me too. it was my favourite thing in the world. me and him we used to... we used to go swimming every friday after school.”

chris smiled, “what means the most to you now?”

you sighed, looking at him and shrugging, “nothing really. since he... since he’s been gone i haven’t done much.”

chris nodded, “understandably.”

there was silence, but you didn’t feel uncomfortable. maybe it was the feeling of chris’s hand playing with yours. maybe it was the slight humming that chris was doing. maybe it was the smell of chlorine.

“hey, it might take a while but– and of course you don’t have to– but maybe– only if you wanted to and eventually were able to– you might, maybe, possibly—“

“spit it out.”

chris chuckled before sighing, “i want you to come to one of my competitions.”

“what competitions?” you asked, looking at his serious face.

“i’m a swimmer,” chris said, “and that’s why i’m so apprehensive because if you don’t want to—“

“chris, i want to.”

he let out a noise that was basically a gasp, looking up at you in shock, “r-really?! because you don’t have to, it’s just, this one decides whether i make it to the 2024 olympics and so obviously it means a lot and—“

“then i wouldn’t miss it for the world,” you giggled, leaning forward and ruffling chris’s blonde hair, “even if it takes me a while to even get in that building, i’ll be there chris. i’ll be there in the front row cheering you on.”

chris smiled, playing with your fingers, “thank you y/n.”

you scooted over to the side of the hospital bed, patting the space next to you. chris smiled, getting up from his chair and getting into your bed, wrapping his arm around you and letting you cuddle into his chest, your fingers still intertwined.

you decided, in the silence, that it wasn’t any of the things you sensed making you feel comfortable, it was him.

********

“chris, it’s not open.”

“my dad works here, it’s always open.”

“you didn’t tell me your dad works here!” you exclaimed, leaning against the car door, your legs bent so your feet could remain on the passenger seat.

chris shrugged, “he runs classes for disabled people who want to learn to swim.”

“that’s amazing. he must have so much patience,” you breathed.

chris hummed, “my mum says he’s an angel.”

you smiled, looking towards the swimming centre. it was a tall building and for some reason you couldn’t stop noticing how tall it was.

“it’s tall.”

chris nodded, looking up, “i guess it is.”

“what’s the highest—“

“there are no diving boards.”

you blinked, turning to face chris, “none?”

he shook his head, “not one.”

you sighed, unsure of what to say.

“want to go in?”

no.

“yes.”

five minutes later, you were next to the front desk.

“what did the um, what did the place look like?”

“where my brother died? what did that place look like?”

chan chuckled, “yeah.”

“well,” you started, taking a deep breath, “straight ahead there was a massive window that overlooked the pool. on the right there was a café. on the left there was changing rooms.”

“and the pool?”

“just a long pool. there was a children’s pool on the right and seats for parents on the left.”

chan nodded, “similar to this one.”

you looked around, seeing the small café and sighing, “can i see the pool?”

“already? are you sure? you don’t have to if you don’t—“

“let’s go, coward.”

chris laughed as you walked in the direction of the changing rooms, walking after you quickly.

“dad!” he called, waving at a man next the pool.

the man looked up and smiled, “ah! chris! you did come!”

you gasped slightly, seeing the pool. it looked exactly the same. of course it would, it’s a swimming pool for fucks’ sake, what were you thinking?

“you alright?” chris asked, placing a comforting hand on your lower back.

you swallowed a growing lump in your throat, looking at the ceiling before shaking you head, crouching down until you were on the floor, basically rocking back and forth.

“i can’t. i can’t. i’m sorry. i can’t do it. i’m sorry. i can’t. i can’t. i can’t—“

“you can.”

you looked up at chris through teary eyes as he laid out his hand towards you, smiling comfortingly.

“i believe that you can,” chris said, “if you don’t want to, that’s fine. but i think you can.”

you wiped away the few tears that had now fallen down your face, taking a deep breath as you took his hand, letting him help you to your feet.

“wanna take a step?”

you looked down and saw the line seperating you, in the changing rooms, and chris, in the space around the swimming pool.

you closed your eyes, sighing as you stepped over the line.

“wanna open your eyes?” chris chuckled, “it’s okay, there’s no one here apart from us and dad.”

you sighed, screwing your eyes tight shut as you shook your head, “no. no. no, i can’t. chris i can—“

“shh, shh, it’s okay bub, it’s okay,” he breathed, pulling you into his chest, “whenever you’re ready.”

you breathed a shaky breath, looking up at chris, “i’m sorry.”

chris chuckled, drawing circles on your back with his index finger, “you don’t need to apologise, bub, it’s okay.”

you sighed, bringing your head out of his chest and blinking a couple times before looking around. his dad had gone and the pool was quiet. there was no noise in the room and the water was still.

you, with bated breath and timid steps, walked up to the pool. you looked down and saw your reflection staring back at you.

“y/n! y/n look! it’s me!”

you giggled as you looked at your brother. he was crouched next to the pool, staring at himself.

“idiot! it’s your reflection!”

your brother laughed, continuing to look for a moment before swiping his hand across where his reflection lay, the water rippling from his actions.

your reflection rippled in front of your face and you smiled, bringing your hand back out the pool.

“idiot,” you giggled, the tears threatening to spill once again.

but this time, even when they did fall from your eyes, making ripples in the water, you didn’t feel sad. you felt truly happy. maybe it was the memories. maybe it was him.

********

“lane 2, okay? watch out for me!”

“yes, chris, i can see lane 2 and when you come out i will be able to see you,” you sighed.

“okay,” chris giggled before the line fell silent for a while.

“you alright?”

you hummed, “i’m fine. i should really be asking you that. how are you feeling?”

chris’s breath was shaky, “i’m good. nervous.”

you smiled, “i’m right here, okay? i love you.”

you felt your heart tighten at your words. both of you had said the three words before but, to your knowledge, it was purely friendship. a friend to a friend. best friends. the zone of nothingness. friends.

“love you too,” he chuckled, “thank you for coming, y/n.”

“i wouldn’t miss it for the world. good luck!”

chris chuckled before hanging up, leaving you to sigh by yourself. you could see chris’s family, but they were in the vip bit– or the space for relatives of swimmers. nothing special.

“in lane 1, sammy kim!”

a boy came out with goggles on his head and a towel wrapped round his neck, though you were guessing most of the competitors would dress like that. he had tan skin, light brown hair and a very attractive torso.

“in lane 2, chris bang!”

you smiled as you watched chris emerge from the changing rooms. he had his goggles in his hand and his towel wrapped around his shoulders, his hair was slightly wet and all he wore was swimming shorts. you nearly stopped breathing as you watched him.

he looked to his family and waved before travelling his gaze all over the audience. when your eyes met he winked, smiling even wider as he went over to lane 2, greeting sammy as he did so.

he was so pale, it looked like he was sparkling, though you were sure his abs were sparkling anyway. he was so toned. you’d been held by him before, but never had you realised just how fit he was.

god, how wrong it is. but how amazing he looked. i mean, there’s no doubt, you were in love with your best friend.

********

“we’re just looking for confirmation,” the commentator said, “and 1st place is... chris bang!”

your eyes widened as you looked to chris, he was laughing in shock, hugging sammy and aron either side of him. he looked up at you and smiled, you smiling back as he got out the pool.

everyone slowly piled out but you stayed in your seat (much to the dismay of those sitting on your right side), watching as chris accepted the congratulations and hugs from both his parents and the other competitors.

when most people had gone you waved madly with both arms, chris laughing as he looked up at you, climbing up the stairs to your seat and grabbing you by the waist, spinning you round in a hug.

“ow! ow! chris! there are other chairs here!” you laughed as he wacked your legs into the chairs.

chris laughed, pulling away, “i did it.”

you nodded, smiling, “you did it. olympic swimmer.”

“what?! ah! y/n! i did it!” chris exclaimed as you laughed, pulling you into another hug, “thank you.”

********

“and 1st place is... chris bang!”

you smiled, snuggling further into your blanket and (without realising it) further into chris’s chest. he smiled, looking down at you.

“have you finally stopped having nightmares?” he murmered, moving your hair out your face, “what are you dreaming about, bub?”

you moaned quietly, your mouth opening before you smiled again, giggling slightly.

chris smiled, leaving a soft kiss on your head, “i hope it’s me.”

********

“y/n, it’s 8am, what do you want?”

“training.”

“what?”

“well, what could be better than being taught how to swim by an olympic swimmer?” you smirked, nudging him.

“i thought you knew how to swim,” chan said, his eyebrows furrowed.

“just help me you dipshit.”

chris chuckled, taking your hand, “okay, okay.”

when you got to the pool, he was wearing his swimming shorts and was shirtless. you were wearing a swimming costume, but had one of chris’s sweatshirts over the top.

you looked out at the pool. it was a similar atmosphere to that day.

“chris...”

“it’s okay bub,” chris smiled, “i’ve got you.”

you looked at the water and took a shaky breath.

“wanna just sit at the side for a while? how about we put our feet in?” chris offered.

you looked him and smiled, nodding. he smiled comfortingly, taking your hand and leading you to the side of the pool.

he sat first, watching you crouch before finally sitting and placing your feet in.

“alright?”

you nodded, looking down at the blue water swallowing your feet as chris kissed your head gently.

“you’re doing well,” he smiled, keeping his head resting on top of yours for a while.

you watched everyone in the pool, smiling as you thought about the memories they’d create.

there was babies learning to swim in the arms of their parents. there was siblings and cousins playing with one another, chasing each other round the water. there was elderly people exercising. everyone was here and they were living and they were having fun.

why couldn’t you?

for most of your life, as you’d told chris, your brother and swimming with your brother was the most important thing in your life. it brought you joy and it gave you purpose to get through the week.

but finally, for the first time since the accident, you had something else to fill that purpose.

“hey chris.”

he hummed, not lifting his head.

“remember when you asked me what meant the most to me?” you asked, “and i said that nothing meant anything to me since he’s been gone?”

“yeah. the hospital.”

you sighed, moving your head so you were looking at chris, “it’s you. you mean the most to me, chris.”

chris smiled, kissing your forehead, “you mean the most to me too, bub. you make my days happier.”

********

“do you think we’ll be like this when we get older?”

“well of course,” your brother shrugged, “i suppose we’ll have kids. and spouses. but nothing else will have changed.”

you giggled, “i can’t imagine you with a wife.”

he smiled down at you, rolling his eyes slightly, “well, that’s lovely, isn’t it?”

silence fell for a moment as your giggles died down.

“i can’t imagine myself with a husband, either.”

“i think, well, i hope, that your husband is the nicest man ever,” your brother sighed, “and i’ll make sure of it before you marry him.”

“y/b/n! i found him! and he’s the nicest man in the world!” you shouted, looking up at the sky, standing in the place where you’d thrown your brother’s ashes 18 months before, “he makes me happy, y/b/n!”

you sighed, wiping away the tear that fell despite the smile on your face, “you’d love him.”

[in-tua-deep]

How do you think things would have changed if Five has come back even younger than in canon? Like if he came back as 7 or 8 or even younger? Also, I love your writing. You’re an amazing writer and I love reading your stuff.

first of all that would be hilarious because as much as media has tricked you into thinking older child actors (who are easier to work with) are younger (I mean case in point, Five is supposed to be thirteen but the actor is fifteen and those two years can make a big difference at that age) or animated movies can’t decide on a size for their character, but for real seven-year-olds in real life are BABIES

that’s like. the equivalent of a second grader?? I think i was about to go into year three living in the netherlands. I thought the year six kids were ancient. I didn’t care about bodily harm and would just hurl myself into cartwheels and handstands (nowadays not so much)

That was about the age I was losing teeth for the Very First Time and also the age I almost gave myself a concussion playing on the playground equipment (I blacked out and woke up in the nurses office lmao) and I thought the singing talents of Sandy from Hamtaro were the greatest in the world (the twirling ribbon song was formative for me)

seven was also the age for me that i realized that romance was The Worst because my best friend george decided that the pulling pigtails version of bugging me was a sure fire way to get my attention or something like that. but like,, george and me had chicken pox together. we pretended we were cheetahs in our treetop bunkbed nest together (we had a very loose grasp of the difference between cheetahs and jaguars and other big cats, admittedly). He was my best friend he didn’t need to pull my hair or anything rip

like can you even IMAGINE if five came back as a second grader?? yeah like maybe someone would serve thirteen-year-old Five black coffee but no one is going to just hand this baby child anything with caffeine are you kidding me

his feet wouldn’t even be able to reach the peDALS OF THE CAR

wow this would inconvenience him so much

i can’t even find a picture of my brother that young smh but here’s him and me when he was? probably about nine or ten and I was actually probably about six and smiling with a closed mouth to hide the fact that i was missing teeth or something smh

that is TWO WHOLE BABIES right there i’m just genuinely dying at the thought of Five popping out and he’s just. a gradeschooler. that suit would have been swimming on him and he’s got little chubby cheeks built to absorb shock and whatever atrocious child haircut he had at that age 

(i have posted before about my genuine shock that five was ten in the comics. ten!! that’s a whole baby! a child! W H A T)

but?? does he pop up from jumping through his portal and look in the mirror and find that he’s missing some teeth? Can he whistle air through the gaps? i’m just picturing seven-year-old five getting socked in the face and losing some teeth or something and diego is right there to patronizingly tell him that it’s okay they’re probably just baby teeth and five is about to punch diego’s teeth out in a second if he keeps that up by jove

imagine five jumping and standing on the counter and he still can’t reach the marshmallows because they’re on the top shelf of the cupboard do you know how angry that would make him?? he would have about 60% less time for his siblings bullshit than normal because his small stature can only hold so much emotion at any one time and he has decided to go with seething rage for the foreseeable future

can you imagine how difficult that would be for Allison though?? Five at thirteen was bad but Five-at-around-Claire’s-age??? a billion times worse and she’s probably going to either be super avoidant because it’s painful or full on protective mama bear

it would definitely change a lot of plot stuff because i mean. no one’s going to let this tiny child drive. he can’t reach the pedals, duh. however, he might persuade one of the siblings (diego and klaus, probably) to drive him to griddy’s instead? Because with the options being “so help me i will walk there myself. alone. at night. as a small and innocent looking child” and driving him and keeping him company i think the latter wins out

(i’d nix griddy’s altogether but i’m way too invested in hazel and agnes getting together tbh)

hey wait does being that young mean that five doesn’t have his umbrella tattoo?? huh. well regardless if diego and klaus accompany him then the plot point of agnes telling the assassin squad about the tattoo can still happen so i guess it’s a moot point

but honestly the drama of having this tiny child just. completely annihilate the hit squad is hilarious to me, and it would also hit home the fact that hey! five might be telling the truth about everything and isn’t messed up by time travel! i mean whomst the fuck else would walk into a room and zero in on the seven-year-old no one else knows exists or is assumed dead by literally the whole ass world (and even if they didn’t he’s supposed to be 29) and demand he come with them and shit like man

Klaus: hey five what do you have

Five, stabbing his own arm to take the tracking device out: a knife

Diego: NO

other fun points include: the siblings bodily picking five up and five behaving like a very aggressive small breed of dog while simultaneously being super touch-starved and secretly appreciating being carried but would never admit it (whilst sober that is)

either they kept the old uniforms and five wears that or they have to scrounge up whatever they can find which means that five is dressed in some of claire’s clothes allison found stuffed in the bottom of her suitcase until they can go shopping and i’m not sure which is better tbh

hazel and cha-cha assuming that five is actually either diego or klaus bc those were the two adults in the coffee shop with the umbrella tattoo and eventually being confronted with the fact that their legendary adversary is a gradeschooler

five just being. so tired. all the time. my bedtime at seven years old was probably like. 8:30PM. kids need a lot of sleep!! so just five trying to keep himself awake because he has important stuff to do!! but doing the nod and bob because he can’t keep his eyes open

the trying-to-be-helpful but mildly-condescending strangers who stop five or talk down to him increase by tenfold. Teenagers out an about on the street along? eh. a seven-year-old? five is going to get so many concerns “where are your parents, sweetheart?” that he IS going to snap and kill a well meaning middle aged woman in the middle of the street

in a similar note the number of people who assume that he is the child of whatever sibling he happens to be in proximity to also increases tenfold and five does Not Appreciate This (and neither do half the siblings tbh bc now they have to pretend that they are responsible for this tiny feral child)

“FUCK” five says, loudly, prompting gasps from the delicate natured passerbys. 

“you can’t fucking say that, dude, you’re like. a baby.” klaus says, equally loudly and making everyone in earshot 70% more scandalized

“I am not associated with them” diego informs the masses with an edge of desperation

luther is just. so massive next to this tiny version of five. he could hold him in like, one hand. and maybe luther at one point was really good with kids but with his new body he’s awkward and it’s very sad

no one bats an eye at child Five toting an Entire Half of a Mannequin that is probably as big as he is around. Billy’s kid is currently emotionally attached to a brick he found in the alley behind his school. Gertie’s granddaughter refuses to leave the house without an old sock filled with pebbles tucked under her arm. Gary’s stepkid found a piece of driftwood on the beach and now it’s in their bed every night. Kids are weird and at least Five’s has a face for him to talk to i guess??

instead of luther threatening dolores he just looks at five with this gun that is way too big for him to have a hold of really and just. reaches out and scoops five up under his armpits and he’s just furiously wiggling and growling and luther is like “nope not putting you down until we agree that murder is not a solution”

every interaction with the handler is probably about 112% more creepy honestly but also what about the job?? either five a) gets an appropriately child sized desk like the ones you find in an actual gradeschool or b) he gets some kind of boosterseat for his chair and just has to sit at this desk that is comically oversized for him

the squad go to a restaurant and the server brings over the menus and hands five a children’s menu. without a word klaus just plucks it from five’s hands and substitutes it for his own because they have been kicked out of six whole restaurants and he is willing to eat the children’s chicken nugget meal if he had to god damn it

the apocalypse doesn’t happen because vanya is literally incapable of hurting a grade schooler right in front of her regardless of how pissed off at her family in general she is. that is a whole child. vanya works with children for her job. she can’t hurt an entire child in front of her?? like she can destroy the world and all the abstract children but this one child right in front of her? who is also her long lost brother and former sole confidant as children who wasn’t there for any of the general bullshit she just went through?? not so much

but like. even after the stop the apocalypse there’s still the issue of what to do with this entire child. like at least as a teenager five would be able to be somewhat independent but seven-year-old five can’t reach the sink to wash his hands without a step stool 

just the squad coming together to look after five without quite letting five know that’s what they’re doing because they don’t want to wake up to a knife in their chest or anything smh

five and claire meet and become an unstoppable duo of terror. patrick is an actually competent parent who is so exhausted 24/7 from raising his daughter that he just accepts five immediately because?? his brother-in-law being a time travelling 58-year-old in the body of a grade schooler who is partially feral from over forty years alone and probably has untreated ptsd? okay might as well happen

patrick “i didn’t trust allison with a child and yet i still trust her way more than the rest of you so i’m going to schedule five a doctor’s appointment or something because god knows he’s probably not up to date on his vaccinations and he’s hanging around claire and i doubt any of y’all even thought about that” hargreeves

the hargreeves all go to an amusement park as a family bonding activity. the mistake becomes clear when it’s revealed that five is too short to go on half the rides. the resulting meltdown gets them all kicked out and Diego just has five tossed over his shoulder still hurling insults at the ride attendant as they hoof it out of there

the family has to figure out everywhere they can go within walking distance because there’s still a cold war going on between allison and five over whether he has to be in a booster seat for any car rides or not

it’s basically just shenanigans with the family and five trying to figure out how to coexist and compromise and also look after one another when it’s been every man for themself pretty much all their lives