#he just wanted to yell at me for no fucking reason

[xeansicemane]

"So, Rose, run me through the dossier again?" I asked the AI assistant, re-checking my coat's onboard systems.

"Not sure what we're looking at here, seems like some ex-cop got into a supersoldier serum and yadda yadda yadda" the computer added the sounds of flipping pages for effect "and early reports say he's fully broken with reality, just doing violence to whoever he thinks he needs to, been tearing through the beach - Irons Brigade is another thirty minutes out, but Tidewater is already on scene"

"Is it going well?"

"No local feeds yet"

"Huh" I muttered to myself, shrugging my coat on, the reactive components all reading nominal. I took a deep breath, untensing my shoulders as I felt the autonomous trailer rumbling along the road, thank goodness for light traffic.

"Penny for your thoughts?"

"Rose you're reading my brainwave patterns you tell me" I answered not unkindly, this was an old routine between us as well as half the users of the system.

"You know you don't have to keep kayfabe if you don't want to - just a concerned citizen laying the law down can be the play"

I grimaced performatively at the mention of law. "Oh come /on/. I love the game - nah, he's on my turf and he didn't pay his dues. Let folks see how much I do for them, that's enough."

"You really love the PR work, don't you?" The flat robotic voice took on an edge of amusement

I stood, rolled my shoulders, and grabbed the handles that would facilitate my dramatic entry. "Like Presentation and Decoration says - ain't no reason to do this if we're not doing it with style."

The truck was driving down a city street, close to where the carnage was happening - the onboard AI had found a location that would allow the truck to block all obvious lines of sight on its' passenger side. The effect? Truck drives by, I suddenly appear as it passes. The mechanism? Frankly it was a waste of an inertial buffer field emitter but I thought it looked too cool not to do.

I cracked my neck, cursed the heavens that everyone else cleared for combat work was out of town for MAGfest, and turned, the truck turning off into a side road to reveal three burning cars and a heavily damaged pharmacy.

"Fuckers really got a hard-on for corner pharmacies don't they" I mumbled, the headset I was wearing keeping me connected to Rose and allowing an internal livestream - not a lot of the org was watching but it really wasn't for everyone.

"Truth, Justice, the American Way, and overpriced soda is how the saying goes down there, I think?"

I took off at a sustainable jog, scanning the wreckage and following the trail of broken paving concrete.

"Hrrrm" Rose said, something of concern in her voice "Looks like he had or has a weapon - parking meter is my guess."

"And he was just roid-rage pounding it into the ground, lovely." I said, keeping my breath even as I kept the jog up.

"Hey! Fuck you!!!" A concerned citizen said as they sprinted in the other direction. Okay I was close.

I heard something crash, something break, and gunfire.

I picked up the pace, transitioning into a skating motion, keeping a thin layer of solid oxygen between me and the ground - easier to find than water and the leidenfrost effect keeps you up wonderfully.

"Hey! Kick that guys' ass!" Another citizen yelled, camera out. I smiled, winked and pushed on to the beach, slowing into a run again.

The scene did not instill confidence. There was a man with his back turned to me, shoulders, hips and long muscles all bulging in the worst way I could imagine, veins glowing red. I surmised this was my target.

"So what happened to not littering?" I asked, high school theater stint yet again coming to my aid - one really must project when issuing a challenge.

He snapped around and stared at me like he was about to eat me. Several bullet holes were visible, none were slowing him down as he whipped up the parking meter to point at me.

"You. I knew you'd come, freak" He was seething, spitting even with those words. My headset had finished compiling data - his body suggested his metabolism was running too hot for purely biological processes - joy of joys he was paracausal, great.

I snorted loudly, mics were good these days but presentation needed work. "Whatever. You're on Korps turf. My turf in particular. Mayhem, damage and destruction is my gig around here. Scram and find some where else to lay a claim".

"Fuck off-" he screamed as he tore the leg off a lifeguard station and threw it at me, I caught another syllable as he was starting a slur but the noise of the structure coming apart covered it.

One of the fun things about being able to fuck with temperature is I could fuck with air pressure, enough air pressure and I could fuck with wind. Enough wind and I could redirect a thrown chunk of wood.

I was already approaching him, skating was a no-go on sand but I could manage a sprint when needed. My target was behind him and to the right, the crumpled form of Tidewater. He was a good kid, in his 20s, mixed up with the wrong crowd but a good heart.

A few carefully timed freezing blasts locked the berserker's joints for just long enough for me to scoop up Tidewater and keep the sprint, dropping a few dozen square meter patch of slick water ice without looking back.

"Hey, kid, you doing okay?"

He didn't answer, I slowed, controlled my breathing, and layed my hand against his back, turning just enough for my visor to get a scan of his neck. Nothing. Couldn't feel a heartbeat and sensors were showing zero electrical activity. I dropped to a knee and laid him on the ground.

"Okay okay okay fuck okay, just gotta cool him off for the medics to get to and"

"Jötunn" Just one word, my name spoken soft and human, from Rose.

I'd carefully not been looking at the chest - caved in. Caught the parking meter dead center of his sternum. His entire cardiopulmonary system had to be pulp.

"Okay. Shit. Rose shut that down. Access permissions 298 stroke midnight stroke ocean" I said, getting back to my feet, shivering stopping halfway through. I didn't like doing this, blackboxing a single emotion wasn't possible but the neuro folks had worked out how to temporarily induce a depersonalized state - I still felt grief over the the loss of this on again off again rival, but it was a million miles away. I could focus. I could ugly cry back at base. My coat caught something, a rock thrown hard enough to break ribs if the carbon substrait hadn't solidified in response to the force.

I turned, he was ten yards away in a dead sprint.

Cryokinesis is often considered pyrokinesis's under-performing cousin. I couldn't reduce a tank to a puddle of slag or melt through a pair of handcuffs at will. The techs back at base would rib me by asking me to cool their drinks.

But I want you to ask yourself, what happens if you rapidly condense the air? Cool it off enough it becomes a liquid. 11 liters of air suddenly becoming one-thousandth the volume.

Now imagine I can do that to 100,000 liters of air.

I can't melt a tank, but if I have the mind to I can reduce the internal atmosphere to a functional vacuum.

The sound was almost exactly like an explosion going off half a meter behind him. It was, just going the other way. The implosion ripped him off his feet while the ice around my ankles dug into the ground kept me in place.

He was still trying to get back on his feet when the first refrigerator sized brick of ice hit him. The second knocked him back down, the third dissuaded further attempts, and the fourth was for show. I stepped closer, focusing on pulling energy out of the ice block on top of him, shaping it into a single mass. I could feel his heat right until I couldn't. Liquid oxygen and nitrogen was running down the sides of the mass, the water condensation forming a cloud suitable to hide me.

"That was for Tidewater, ass. Rose, blockers off. We need a wake back at base." I felt the pain hit me, my chest tightening. I turned and stalked off, towards the extraction point. I heard sirens and I didn't care, the news showed a grief-stricken baddie and I didn't care.

You pretend to be a small-time villain. At most, you annoy the local supers, but your crimes never hurt anyone. To you it's all good fun. Things change when a truly sadistic supervillain invades your turf and murders a few of the supers. No one has seen the extent of your true powers until now.

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

PLEASE I WANT A PART 2 OF THE STORY WHERE JAMES CHEATS ON READER, IT'S SO GOOOD.

A/n: I AM SO HAPPY PEOPLE LIKED THE FIRST ONE BECAUSE I LOVED IT also I started writing this in class and almost started crying

It shouldn't be too confusing I don't think but it might be trying to read it idk it made sense in my head

Warnings: Angst, reader is in a coma, James cheats on reader, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

Part 1

James watched you bash your face into the asphalt, the blood pooled around you but you wouldn’t stop, even as he clawed at you, screaming and begging for you to stop, and he knew he was the reason for it.

Eventually you stopped and James laid over you, eyes filled with tears that streamed down his cheeks and soaked into your shirt. He wrapped himself around you, feeling as your warmth slipped from you in the cold of the night.

Unable to take it anymore he got you into his truck, the passenger seat where you always sat when he took you on late night drives. He went around to the drivers side and got in, taking your hand and turning the truck around to get to the closest hospital. Of course he lived outside of town and it was a long drive, he refused to look at you, not even a single glance. He wanted the last image of you in his mind to be your beauty, how happy…

It had been too long since he’d seen you happy, he could barely picture it now. The last time he remembered seeing you happy was a picture you’d taken alone. James was on tour, you were left home alone while he was picking up groupies here and there, and Kirk showed him a picture you’d sent him where you went for a hike. He saw that smile and a little part of him -he wanted to say it lit up but it didn’t, it made him furious seeing you happy. James saw that picture of you and wanted to tell you to leave. He loved you so deeply and knew he wasn’t good enough, he hoped seeing how happy you were without him would make you leave. He wanted you gone.

He squeezed your hand tighter as he drove, sniffling softly while babbling apology after apology, telling you how much he loved, how bad he fucked up. He kept driving, knowing this was goodbye. He wouldn’t look at you, he wanted his last sight of you to be alive. He wasn’t driving to save you, he was getting a declaration. Your hand was cold but you didn’t tremble or huddle up to him like you always did, even when he tried to make you hate him, you’d crawl in bed next to him, find him in his little ‘study’, craving his touch, attention, whatever you could get. Even though he was just yelling at you, it was attention.

He carried you in, he wasn’t moving with determination or speed, you’d be dead either way and he was broken and tired. You’d be dead if he ran and you’d be dead if he stood still. Yet your head rested on his chest, over his heart, listening to it beat. He was alive after everything.

James’s mind was a mess when he reached the doors to the trauma centre, he calmly asked someone for help and you were rushed away. It was his first glance at what you had left of a face; skin would be left torn on the road back home, your blood drying sticky around it. Your hair was matted and muddy, everything was covered in blood, including him, and he just stood there until someone got him onto a bed where they gave him a quick check-up and a change of clothes.

“She’s dead.” He muttered, the resident looking over him gave a wry look.

“Who’s dead?” She asked, looking over his chart.

“My girlfriend.” He said, looking up at the woman. “She’s dead, right?”

She stared at him for a while, trying to come up with anything to say. “We, uh, we can’t share patients' medical information with anyone who isn’t a legal family member.” She said, setting his chart down on the table beside the bed.

“I am her family, we live together, we tour together… her family’s not here, she’s coming home with me, she’s dead, right?” He said. He hadn’t meant to say you were coming home with him, because you weren’t, you were dead and you’d be sitting in the basement until your parents came and he’d have to tell them what happened and why you did it.

The woman looked behind her to another room, James didn’t know what it was and there was only a small window that didn’t show much of who or what was inside. The woman slipped away for a second and peeked her head into the room. The noise was muddled with beeping and people walking around. Everything moved slowly and nothing felt real anymore. James was floating in his mind, watching everything happen behind a screen. He laid his head back on the pillow and could almost feel you under him, thighs holding his head and hands holding his face while you smiled down at him.

The resident came back and lowered her voice to speak. “She’s critical…” She kept speaking but James tuned it out. Critical wasn’t good, but it meant not dead. You weren’t dead.

He couldn’t stop the tears from flowing again, his breathing got heavy and he clutched the thin sheets tight in his fists. “She’s alive…” He muttered, repeating it over and over. The resident got a mask and held it over his mouth, he wasn’t injured but he needed a break, a reprise from this hell of being awake while you were dying in the next room over, where he could do nothing. The door to the room across the hall opened and a gurney was wheeled out right as James’s eyes closed.

“Jamie~” A voice purred. It was echoey and strange, calling to him from afar. “Jamie.” It repeated, clearer now. Your relationship passed his mind like flashcards, your smile, how shy you used to be and how warm you were, the meals you used to make together, how perfect you looked when you were sleeping in his arms. They quickly got darker, the night drives stopped, the face you made when he first started yelling at you -brows knit together and lips parted slightly, tears welling in your eyes as you fidgeted nervously with your hands- and the face you made when you got used to it -empty and expectant, you looked up at him because he got mad when you lowered your head, your shoulders slumped.

"Jamie." The voice came a last time. James finally opened his eyes and found himself in a white nothing, emptiness everywhere. His head was in your lap where it belonged, your fingers running through his hair while you smiled down at him. Even now he was crying, and he couldn't make it stop, he just stared at you, wetness rolling down his cheeks in cascades. "You're not supposed to be here."

James was quiet a moment. You were fine, and here, with him. "Where are we?" He asked, it wasn't what he meant to say, he meant to ask if you were ok, say he loved you, anything.

You looked around at the nothingness and shrugged. "Somewhere." James nodded but stayed in your lap, still crying but it didn't come through in his words, his voice and breathing were fine, he just kept crying. "You're not supposed to be here." You repeated, looking back down at James and wiping away his tears.

James reached up and held your hand to his face, feeling the warmth of your palm on his cheek for a moment. "Are you supposed to be here?" He asked hesitantly, waiting for your nod. He remembered what it looked like when you bashed your face into the concrete, how he reached to stop you to no avail. "You're not supposed to be here." He said, voice wavering slightly and he shook his head. "You-you're supposed to come home with me, alright? I'll take you home." He began to sit up but you pushed him back down, not with much force but it really didn't take much right now.

"I don't think I get to go home, James." Your own voice started to break now, lip quivering slightly. James shook his head again and sat up, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you tight to him, holding your head to his chest.

"No, yes! Yes, you do. You will come home and be my baby, you're my baby!" He cried, using everything he could to hold onto you, every ounce of will and strength in his being. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, slowly losing himself in you. "I love you! You need to know that, I-I have to show you and you have to give me the chance!"

"James." Another voice called. There was a pressure on his shoulder, someone was shaking him. He opened his eyes and it was all gone, every bit of it ruined. You weren't in his arms anymore, instead it was a pillow he held tight, a tear rolling down his cheek and soaking into it again. "James, you're doing it again."

"Sleeping?" He grumbled, shooting a look over his shoulder.

It was a woman sitting on the other side of the bed. Your bed where you'd spent so many nights alone and crying for him while he was out. Out with her. "You scream in your sleep, if I'd known that I never would've agreed to live here." He never told her about you, about what happened and that you were in a coma.

James stared at her a moment longer before getting out of bed, tossing the pillow aside, and went to the closet where your clothes still were. "Do I get to hang my clothes up soon?" She asked, stretching in bed.

"No." He said. "Don't touch anything."

The woman watched him now as he changed, wondering why he'd changed so much. He used to be so fun, going on all night and buying her flowers, chocolates, whatever she wanted, now she was a cage in what was supposed to be her own house. "Why would you move me in here?"

James turned around, having gotten his clothes on now. He looked her up and down, seeing she was still naked from the night before. "You wanted to be my girlfriend, you wanted to live here, this is what it's like." He grumbled as he made his way to the door.

"I'm sure your ex would disagree, she got to hang up her stuff, at least." James stopped for a moment, his hand on the doorknob.

"I'll ask her for you." He bit, swinging the door open and slamming it shut behind him. She had no idea what had happened to you, how your face looked, how James cried, how he visited you every day to make sure you were alright. Today was the day, he would come see you, he would talk to you, and he would beg and beg to anyone and everyone that was willing to listen you'd wake up, and if you didn't -he refused to say when- you would be taken off life support and he'd lose you forever.

[pretty-blkgirl]

W.E.A.Y [Ch. 3]

-Masterlist-

It’s embarrassing.

Walking into a *very important* meeting late, having ten men watch you as you come in, and your manager greet you with relief.

“She’s here! We can get this meeting started”

“Where are the girls?” You ask, looking around the room. Your members weren’t there, for whatever reason. You notice the only person you really know is your manager, Moni, who nervously fiddled with the bottom of her blazer.

“The girls are rehearsing. This meeting is just for you and the guys”

“I feel outnumbered” You joke, walking over to the only empty chair that sat around the huge, rectangular table. Bang Chan sat across from you, and you could feel his disapproval washing over you.

You knew Chan had the most beef with you because you were always getting into it with his members. Those seven men were his family, and he was wildly overprotective of them.

But, though he didn’t like you, he could never bring himself to be disrespectful. So, he greeted you.

“Hi Y/n, thank you for coming” 

“No problem” You answer, awkwardly.

In all reality, you wanted to ask him why he was thanking you. You all were at your company, shouldn’t you be thanking him-

“I’d like to tell you that the kids and I are excited about this collab,” He said, his voice as monotone as ever, “The fans seem to be looking forward to it too”

“I thank you all for agreeing to even work on this album with me and the girls,” You say, not meeting his eyes, “We um, were big fans of your music, so we’re sure the album will be amazing”

Your manager smiled proudly. As much as you wanted to be snarky, you knew it wasn’t the time. It was early, there was a fraud detection on your bank account, and you just wanted to get the day over with.

“And we’re big fans too” Felix spoke up

“Can we talk about the incident that happened the other day?” Changbin asked, “I appreciate that we’re trying to be polite, but I don’t think it’s wise to ignore it”

You cleared your throat, your ears got hot, and you could feel everyone staring at you.

“What I said on stage wasn’t the most mature, my bad” You started

Moni claps her hands, smiling at you and looking over at the group, “Okay! So we’re good now?”

“But” You interrupt, holding a perfectly manicured hand up, “I only did that because Hyunjin tripped me”

“That was an accident” He nearly yelled, “I apologized as soon as it happened. And does that even matter? Didn’t you spill purple stuff all over Changbin?”

“Oh please, it was GRAPE JUICE. It’ll wash right out”

“No, it’s going to stain a WHITE suit” I.N defended 

Moni stands, the irritation evident on her face, “Okay, let’s all calm down”

“No!” You say, standing with her, “Maybe I wanted to get a tiny, itsy bit of juice on his suit. I didn’t mean for all of that to happen”

It’s Han’s turn to stand, “Why would you want to fuck up his suit in the first place? We had to be on the red carpet like 10 minutes before that”

You point at him, eyes narrowing, “Because YOU decided to start screaming outside my GOTDAMN dressing room”

“I was SINGING. So sorry I like to warm up my voice before shows”

“Why didn’t you sing in your dressing room?”

“Han smirks, “Oh my members were sleeping, didn’t wanna wake them”

You roll your eyes, and that seems to piss Han off because he walks around the table to stand right in front of you

“I only did that because you decided to be rude towards Felix.”

“I didn’t do anything to him!”

“You ignored him! He was trying to say hello and you ignored him, that wasn’t cool”

You didn’t have a comeback, because you knew he was right. So, you looked away and spotted a pink-faced Felix.

“Felix, I’m so sorry I didn’t greet you. It was immature, it was rude, and I shouldn’t have done it”

His blush deepened, but he accepted your apology with a gentle nod and polite smile. 

“Okay! I apologized, are we done now?”

“What did we do to you?” Lee Know questioned.

He and Seungmin had not said a word since everything started. They preferred to be quiet, people watched before they hopped in any situation.

“I mean, what started all of this? Really”

You knew what started it, but you didn’t want to say. Because in all honesty, it wasn’t them. It was the comparisons.

“Female Stray Kids”

“Wannabe Stray Kids”

You hated comparisons. It was petty, but when a radio host compared you all to the group in your face, live on air, you decided you never wanted to be associated with them again.

You started to resent them, then you all met backstage, and their manager made a joke about the comparisons.

They laughed, and your members laughed, you didn’t though. You always figured they looked down on you, so you made it up in your mind to hate them.

Childish? Yeah, maybe. But it had messed with your head so much to where you were doubting if you were Y/n or just a copy of an already successful group. 

To thrive in an industry, you have to be authentic. And they were the one thing standing in the way of that.

Did you want to tell them that? No. They’d probably laugh at you.

So you shrugged, crossed your arms, and sat back down.

“There’s some tension” Moni sighed, “But this album is happening. You all will be seeing a lot of each other for the foreseeable future. Might as well get used to it”

“And how are we supposed to get used to it?” Seungmin asked. Not in a rude way, as if he was confused.

Then a smirk appeared on your manager’s face, one that meant you wouldn’t like what she had up her sleeve. 

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[velvet-paradox]

Secured (Part Two)

Fandom: Call of Duty Pairing: König x Female reader Length: Medium Warnings: NSFW, typical violence, strong language.

ENJOY!!!

Now, König lives by two codes. He is very much a stickler for routine and process.

The first is moral; he's not a heartless monster you know? Even if he might be labeled as such by some choice deceased individuals.

And his own code of ethics. 1-43. How he treats people, prisoners and pets, the look of trying to make himself less massive to children who usually hide behind the leg of a careful parent.

He doesn't even know if you have children for that matter.

You haven't made a stir all night or morning for that matter, sound asleep and with good reason.

König himself was exhausted, staying up all night in that lounge chair, gun out and ready, resting against the hot meat of his thigh.

Eyes on the door, flitting about the windows before going on another patrol. He had time for tea, at least there was a kettle under the cupboard that he could pull out something to warm his belly in this house and a phone call to his mother so she wouldn't worry. Like most parents, it doesn't matter how old you are, you're always their baby.

"Be careful out there, my boy. You know I fret about you on these missions. I thought I told you to settle down."

"I'm fine, surely. I have to protect someone and I aim to do it, after things die down I'll come home."

"Well you better! And in one piece too!"

He made another cup of tea while enjoying the sunrise, like you'd said, a run to the store would definitely be in order and there was no damn way König was going to have you locked up in the safe house without him. König did not disobey orders. He had only once in boot camp. Big mistake.

He heard movement while he scribbled a list of basic necessities when he heard you rousing to life up there. The house was silent, save for you shuffling from your chosen room to the bathroom along with an exaggerated yawn before closing the door.

….

You're sweating, holding on to the pull down handle of the SUV as König drives, as erratically as possible through the valley. Your little squeals and grabs at his his bicep only spur him on to drive faster, the engine going as hard as its' currently rode. Keeping you safe.

"Hold on, schnecke!" König he recites, forcing your head down as a bullet whizzed past his side mirror.

What was meant to be a thorough stick-to-the-list grocery store run in town had turned into a car chase in town, through town and up and out into the hills.

"I'm sorry König," you whine and hold on, looking behind you at the weaving matte black Charger veers and edges closer and closer to the bumper. "I just wanted to make you some French Toast!"

" 'tis not your fault, Y/N. Look under your seat and hold that for me will you?" König asked, veering off into a clearing, rotating the wheel as well as looking in his side mirrors and rear view to see just how much separation he was gaining. The engine roared again. A shot rang out.

"Is this a fucking shotgun?!" You screeched, doing your best to hold onto the barrel, scratched and dented weapon.

He tsked you, pushing it into your lap before reaching out his long arm across the SUV's console, gloved hand gripping your right shoulder with surprising agility keeping you stead as he spun the wheel again with the palm of his hand. A true pro.

"Just hold on to it!"

You whined as he shoved the vehicle into reverse. Dirt and grass kicking up behind the pair, an unknown passenger had ducked their head out of the window, a gun pointed straight at you. Your bags of groceries shook in protest of these maneuvers, a can of something rolled out from beneath your feet.

Not a chance.

He yelled for you to get down, which you did instantly and no one would blame you. König screeched the vehicle to very sudden stop, the top of your head hit the glovebox, he snatched the gun from your lap and kicked open his door.

Incensed and not at all afraid, even without him wearing his bullet proof vest, just a half zipped up thermal and military grade pants, he hopped out, marching towards the Charger.

The passenger attempted to open the door, but that proved to be useless as König kicked it closed and shot the man in the face. Blood, innards, brain matter splattered like pancake batter. Your shrill scream was muffled by his hood, he kept his eyes trained as he moved about the vehicle without a flinch. The driver hopped out and aimed their gun at him only to suffer the same fate, one cock of the gun and it was over.

He made sure the coast was clear before handling their bodies, dragging and piling them up in the trunk before locking the doors and getting back into the SUV with you, still cowering at the floorboard, hands over your ears.

He patted your head twice, his blue eyes going wide when you shrieked, as if you didn't hear him, smell the iron on him, the gunpowder or feel him jostle the cab of the SUV.

"Just me, schnecke."

"You killed those men," you shakily said once you pulled down your hands, eyes wet, mouth agape before pulling yourself up and back to your seat. "Without a second thought."

"What was I supposed to do? let them take aim at you, nein. You are my top priority. Now put your seatbelt on."

König didn't leave any room for you to question him any further of his actions, he noticed how you looked behind, over your shoulder at the debris and what was left.

"You've barely touched your chicken." König asked through a mouthful of biscuit and honey, watching you silently move and arrange some of the food on you plate.

"Not much of an appetite." You snarked back.

Yes, you had to help him bring in the groceries and yes you were still coming down from the car chase, hair sticking to forehead like spider webs, blood probably pumping out of control through your veins. You kept wiping your palms on your thighs and looking around the kitchen after helping him shakily fill the pantry for the foreseeable future.

König simply answered your lackluster demeanor with a grunt as he cut up another piece of chicken, popping it into his mouth without care and you noticed.

"How can you eat like this?"

"Like what?"

"What the fuck do you mean like what? like this! You just," you made a low growl, the kind death metal singers can make before throwing up your hands. "You just killed two people!"

"They were a threat." König answered once more with a shrug, poking at the steamed asparagus.

"You put their bodies in the trunk!"

"Where should I have left them then? in that open field like mice, an easy treasure hunt? Nein, the trunk is the best place for men like that."

You shook your head in disbelief. "How do you even know--"

"I have dealt with them in the past," He replied, ducking a drink of beer beneath the mask. "Trust me, schnecke, their deaths were loooong over due."

He watched you screw up your nose, your shoulders relaxed a bit and you took your first bite of the prepared dinner. Even if it was a bit cold.

"I filled out a field report, you told me not to let her out of my sight so I will not be--"

"What for? field report." Horangi asked, confused in the middle of the night. Only the car chase through town had made just a little bit of traction, made a fuss but nothing much else was said. Leaving the Charger in a location König coordinated in his brain, he's good at that, stupid good actually. Attention to detail and all that. Horangi wasn't too happy.

"There may have been an incident."

"Is Y/N okay? is she hurt?"

"Nein Nein, she's fine, a little shook up," König explained, will he laid in his foreign bed, hood off, shirt off, ankles crossed. From his room he could see across the hall to yours, your door slightly ajar. He couldn't see you but he was now aware of how your feet sounded when you got out of bed, how softly you'd wrestle with your sheets, he kept his hood next to him in case you got up to use the bathroom.

"Shook up from what?" Hong-Jin asked again, this time with more earnest.

"We had a little run in with a couple of guys, I handled it. You may need to send out a caravan though. I've got the coordinates."

"Jesus man," he heard his boss sigh and click his tongue into the SAT phone receiver. "Where is it?"

You complained, rightfully so, putting back the fallen soldiers that were your groceries. Thankfully the farmhouse has a lot of brush, near the edge of a dense forest to hide the SUV, he had you help break branches, covering it up with leaves to his liking. As small of a town it was, getting caught by the local, rural police was not on the top of König's list. ….

"Seven!"

"Eight!"

"Nine!"

König sat at the kitchen table, cloth and oil out, cleaning his weapons as you for the second time this week, had become stir crazy and to expel your energy, had taken to running around the entire farmhouse. He sat outside on a weathered bench when you first made your suggestion, Horangi hadn't heard anything come up about Eden but some leads and loose threads.

Cooped up in these walls was already making you spiral.

"Ten!"

The little rush of wind from your running swayed the floral curtains at the either side of the kitchen sink, König shook his head and examined his handy work. He could time your rounds, the gentle ticking of his analog watch on his watch.

He waited. And waited some more.

König straightened his slouching back, shoulders back, ears tuning into your running feet.

Nothing. All was quiet and König swore even the nature ceased to make a peep.

König readied his second gun, taking out a fresh magazine from his tach vest, rolling it around in his hands without even so much as a glance, he knew he weapons like the shape of his cock. He crept towards the door, ears still waiting to hear anything from you, one hand out reached for the antique doorknob.

"Where ya' goin'?"

König whirled around on his heel, startled beyond any path of any reason. There you stood, just as spooked, with your hands up in submission.

"What are you doing?!" König barked, slowly lowering his gun at his side.

"I got tired," you shrugged and walked into the kitchen for something to drink. "I just sat on the porch for a bit jeez."

"Don't do that again."

"Aww we're you worried about me?" You poured yourself some red Kool-Aid you'd made the night before, chucking in a few ice cubes as well. You made it mainly for yourself, you encouraged him to try the stuff but watching you put tablespoon after tablespoon of sugar into the jug… quite questionable.

"I told you, Y/N; you are my top priority."

"That's not really answering my question now is it?" You tipped your cup towards the bulky man, locking the door for the rest of the night, making sure the backdoor was also secured.

….

Days blurred together, König didn't care much for small talk but he was enjoying your company and PowerPoint (minus an actual laptop) talking points about cephalopods.

"Did you know there's like over 800 different species of them? just chill little guys at the bottom of the ocean!"

"Their super smart, some in captivity have been to escape their enclosures!"

"Wish I could be a nautilus and just swish away." You even made a swishing sound, wiggling your fingers as if you have tentacles.

Fascinating stuff.

On your exploration on day five of being in hiding, you'd found a bottle of stashed vodka. The devious grin the produced on your face should've been criminal, the smile reached well up to your eyes as you wagged the bottle in his face. Hands busy with cleaning his gun at the kitchen table you two had had tea this morning.

The tracking sound of a record player instantly took him back to his boyish days, dancing with his mother in the living room to Fleetwood Mac. As he was just now.

König raised his head when you began humming, cracking the bottle without a glass, you took a shot straight from the bottle, wine-o style. You coughed but started to loosen up, he watched the curves of your body move and twist about the room, spinning and drinking and he hand his fingers crossed you didn't vomit all over the place.

"You want some?" you asked in sing-song voice, Dreams making you dance closer to him, your little finger pointing to the bottle in your other hand to the easy late 70's beat.

"Nein."

"I don't like to drink alone." You pouted.

König put down his things, steepled his fingers and held them below his chin. "And yet here you are."

"Oh come on, at least dance with me then."

"König does not dance, my dear."

He bit his lip behind the mask, you narrowed your eyes but you didn't seem upset more like… challenged.

"Does König do dares?"

"I don't know. I haven't been dared to do anything in a long time."

"Ah," you said with a smile, taking another wincing shot of the spirit before holding it out to him across the table. "In that case; I dare you to drink some and dance with me."

It was awkward at first just standing there, a behemoth of a man in a living room far too small, while you shimmied around him, stamping your feet to The Chain, clapping your hands when he snuck a drink of several behind his mask.

"I dared you to dance! can you hear me up there?"

"I don't know how and this is silly."

"I like silly!"

You spun away from him, wiggling your hips, jostling your head back and fourth, getting a little drunk, letting go. He wondered about your life, were you always this jovial, were you ever nervous, other than dealing with a break-in of course. He couldn't picture you being a wallflower.

Suddenly your hands were on his waist, he yelped and nearly dropped the liter of vodka.

"Unhand me woman."

"Just move a little bit, sheesh. Will it kill ya' to have some fun? Like this."

He'd just swayed maybe two times before there was a sudden knock at the door. You gasped and König instinctly moved you behind him, shielding your frame. Another set of knocks made him feel unsettled as no one, knew you were there. A nosey neighbor? perhaps. König mumbled for you to go into the kitchen pantry and hide, not to come out unless he came to collect you.

He waited until you scurried off before he grabbed his gun from the kitchen table, holding it behind his back.

"Whose there?"

There a suspicious pause before König barked out the question again.

"Open up, it's me." Horangi's voice sounded on the porch, no peephole he took his words just to be safe, he took the safety off in case Horangi were being held hostage with information of their whereabouts.

König undid the latch, carefully so.

Horangi came in like a tornado, a handful of pictures in a manila envelope, speaking quickly in Korean.

"Slow down!"

"Where is she? the girl? I told you to keep a trained eye on her! K--" Hong-Jin shouted.

"She's here, she's in the pantry."

Horangi jerked his head back, surely a questionable expression on his face. "Why?"

"We didn't know who was at the door! no one knows we're--"

"Have you been drinking?"

König cleared his throat and set down his gun at the table, joining whatever pictures he'd laid out next to it. "Just a little."

"And music? having yourselves a little party are you?" Horangi shook his head as König stomped to the pantry, he knocked twice.

"You can come out now."

"Is it safe?"

"Ja ja, you're safe as a schneke."

"Are you sure?" You asked.

"Just come on out here."

Horangi tapped at a picture from the envelope, the others splayed out beneath it. There was a man walking to a café, tall, street clothes, shifty looking eyes. Another one of the same man, a little on the blurry side getting into a gunmetal grey Dodge Challenger.

"Do you know this man König?"

"Nein."

"Hey, that's Keegan!"

They both turned to look at you with curiosity.

"You… how?"

"He's my neighbor." You said with a shrug.

"Your neighbor?"

"Yeah. He moved in across the hall… three weeks ago maybe. Pretty nice guy."

Tagging: @powerfultenderness @riotakire @missalwayshungry

[arthur-lesters-ass-hair]

SPOILERS FOR PART 50

What the fuck why is this guy so much of a submissive isn't he a cultist

Orthur saw a cowboy movie four times I'm laughing my ass off because all I can envision is Brokeback Mountain

He CANNOT get on this horse and refuses a stool

Poor John trying to help- 'you were resting!' my man is trying too hard to keep this little brit from curling up

Who tf is John Wayne *Googles* oh THATS John Wayne

He can't drive this car (horse) for the life of him

Everard definitely saw Arthur suck ass at riding and nodded sagely to not laugh

IS THIS BLACK KNIGHT FUCKING SCOTTISH OH MY GOD

Does anyone ever notice John checking them out

Day of Wrath mention!!!!!

What the fuck what's happening SHUT UP YORICK

OH FUCK OH FUCK MOTHER DARKNESS OH NO

Oh this old bitch is absolutely a god no doubt

Green eyes? Hello gorgeous exotic milf

Knights are like 'does she know you baby? You sure you wanna talk to her? Blink if you need help!'

What the everloving shit is she doing with that man's greying hair

CHANTING

Oh she hates orders more than the people who killed her child- dayum Greek God coded

Also LILITH MENTIONS

SHES CANONICALLY HIS (KAYNES) DAUGHTER I FUCKING CALLED IT I CALLED IT

Oh she's genocidal alright that makes way too much sense

FEEDS ON FEAR YOU SAY???

Kayne's genetics are working hard

Paranoia planting yayy

Lilith is older than the earth??? Milf

MALEVOLENT MENTION??

YOU'RE SAYING NO TO THE ROTTONG MILF??? hot

Arrogance? Yes.

Oh not a good smile

'GOOD'?

Oh she's angy

I want this lady to dominate me

That was threatening

Houdini ass

Oh shit Lilith is like 'im baaaaaaack!!!' frfr

Wonder how Kayne feels about this hope he's a good father

Dark Knight being a thing of Mother Darkness feels too obvious

Is it the twink? Antwon? Probs. He's dead he's too innocent

Not working together??

Oh FINAL STONE?

Lilith is Thanos

Yorickkkkkkk pleaseeee

OH he's just a silenced poor little guy with autism

Healthy argument surprisingly

I hope Lilith gets a female voice actor- all these old women then BOOM female

'just saying???' fair enough

He'll absolutely not honour his word in the way Arthur hopes but oh fucking well

'hope'? YES this podcast is about hope

Oh the knight is talking

Alia or whoever she is??? Definitely not human

Seraph??? ANGL? Oh witch fair enough

Eyes and tongue? Ardur?

Human connection??? Oh she's a Yorick with tits and no tongue

Oh fuck what's the knight yelling about

KELLIN MENTION

Yeah Yorick phone but lady

What's the knight- oh he's just curious aggressively

Telling the truth? Damn orthur

Telling damn near the whole truth? Sexy but confusing

Knight is reasonable

Way too reasonable

He's evil or going to die or worse

Damn Alia is evil one way Google maps

Oh she wants to chat to the brit poor choice

HAH THE HORSE IS 'JOHN WAYNE' THANK YOU YORICK

Harlan has definitely seen the cowboy aus

WAS a vanguard wtf?

Okay telephone Alia doesn't want Lilith to win fair enough

Two souls? No shit

A role to play? Fuck this ominous shit goddamnit harlot githrie

Damn he wants a palm reading

GOOD? Huh

At least he's also confused

Arthur is fucking dead fym final act

Oh she's dead in the future

Invisible ink or something? Maybe John's special eyes

HOPE MESSAGE YES

MALEVOLENT is all about hope even with the whimpering Brit

'trust his words in the end' Is this about Yorick or John???? Fak that's gonna make conflict

PIT MENTION

They need to hug

Okay he's being hopeful that's good

They're both being hopeful!!!

Yayyy!!!!

Still ten episodes left we're so fucked

THEY ARE BEING NICE TO YORICK YAY

oh no his autism is leaving

Poor baby

HE'S BECOMING SOMETHING ELSE YAY

Awwwww he's their little autist son who is definitely going to betray them awwwwwwwwww

YAY

EPS over I am happy

[deobienthusiast]

Toxic Till The End | YJH

• pairing: toxic bf!yoon jeonghan x reader

• word count: 1.8k words

• genre: toxic bf au, no happy ending, angst, cheating, just straight drama

• rating: PG

• warnings: jeonghan is an asshole in this and this story in no way reflects how jeonghan truly is as a person. cheating, manipulation, toxic relationships

• notes: HAPPY FUCKING BIRTHDAY SANAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA @sanaxo-o! she specifically asked for blonde, toxic jeonghan so ask and you shall receive. stay strong military wife, he’ll be home soon

You would like to say your judgment was good. People always commended you on your good judge of character, but clearly you were led all askew by your own self.

The day you met Yoon Jeonghan was one of complete annoyance. He was seated towards the back of your Ethics class. Never by himself, usually accompanied by another boy was incredibly soft spoken. You remember your professor asking a question that led to a heated debate between you and Jeonghan. No matter how many times you backed up your rebuttal, Jeonghan always had the last word. It bothered you to no end. Every final word ended with a smirk on Jeonghan’s park, his striking blonde hair becoming a color that you hated. This constant disagreement became an everyday occurrence during class. So much so, that your professor became fed up with it, forcing you both to stay after to clean the classroom.

Jeonghan was not helpful in any way, opting to sit in his favorite spot in the back and just watch, making snarky little comments about everything you did.

“You know, you could help considering you’re the reason we’re both here.” You spoke loudly.

Jeonghan chuckled. “No sweetheart. We’re in here because you couldn’t handle not winning the argument.”

His comment made you stop as you spun on your heels. He remained seated, blonde hair losing its styled whimsy from his hand constantly running through it. He gave you a smirk, eyeing you up and down.

“You are such an asshole.” You mumbled.

“And you’re gorgeous.”

Jeonghan’s comment made your eyes widen. You watched him stand up, slowly making his way down the stairs as he stopped in front of you. He wasn’t the tallest, but the height difference was there, forcing you to tilt your head up at him.

“What did you say?” You whispered.

“Come on, you’ve heard every comment I’ve made all day. Now all of a sudden you can’t hear? Typical.”

Jeonghan took another step forward, prompting you to take one back, the back to your thighs touching your professor’s desk.

“Let me take you out.” Jeonghan whispered.

You scoffed. “I’ve heard about you. I know how you are. Never in a million years would I let you take me out.”

“I’ll just keep asking,” Jeonghan told you, an alarm on your phone going off to alert you that you could leave. “I’m very persistent, and I always get what I want.”

Jeonghan smiled this time, a truly genuine smile that made your insides warm. He looked ethereal in the lighting. And that’s how it started. Suddenly his blonde hair wasn’t so ugly. His voice wasn’t so annoying. But you, however, were so screwed.

Whatever your relationship was with him was not pretty. A mixture of love on some days and hatred on another. You were beginning to forget the early days of your relationship where he would drop you off at your dorm and you would be a smiling mess. Now all you could do is send a text to your roommate so she was prepared for the heart mending she’d have to do.

Jeonghan was toxic. That much was for sure. His ability to have the sweetest personality on hand at the flip of a switch just to charm people. Meanwhile, he was hot and cold with you. You never knew what to expect with Jeonghan, but you knew you never wanted it to end. No matter how bad you felt or how much you cried, he was your everything.

Petty arguments over something as simple as who you were hanging out with or who you were texting. Fights occuring at all hours of the day.

“Who was he?” Jeonghan yelled, following you through your dorm.

Your roommate opting to spend the night at someone else’s house anytime he stayed over because as she liked to say 3 am was Jeonghan’s “witching hours”.

“Every time I pick you up from class he’s with you. What’s going on between the two of you?”

You felt a headache coming on. It was every day, nonstop. His jealousy mounting everytime he picked you up from class.

You felt tears welling in your eyes, threatening to spill over which caught Jeonghan’s attention.

“Oh my god, not you crying again. You always cry. I can’t do this.” He grumbled, pushing past you towards the door.

Panic set in.

“Wait, don’t leave. I’ll stop talking to him. Please, I’ll do whatever you want.” You begged.

Jeonghan stopped at the door, letting out a sinister chuckle. “Of course you will.”

Turning around slowly, he waltzed over to you. His large hands cupped your face, wiping away the tears. You brought your hands up to cover his, basking in the closeness and warmth that you’ve been refused for days. You were desperate for some sort of physical contact with the boy.

Your cries turned to sniffles as Jeonghan consoled you.

“I hate it when you cry, but god you just make me so angry. I’m trying to protect you, okay? He’s bad news.” Jeonghan said quietly.

You could only nod, knowing that what he was saying wasn’t going to turn out well for you, but you were so far gone at this point you didn’t care.

These were just typical days in your “relationship” with Jeonghan. The fighting and constant apologizing on your part, even if you weren’t at fault.

Friends stopped trying. They hated the way he treated you. Him constantly going out and enjoying his life while you were like a caged dog, constantly being watched and never being allowed to do anything. You chalked it up to him being protective and worried, but deep down you knew they were right.

“He’s not good for you.”

“You’re going to end up very hurt at the end.”

Eventually they stopped trying. What was the point if you would never listen. You became isolated, trading everyone in just to be with Jeonghan all the time (or as much as he would allow you to spend with him).

You were like a woman possessed. Hanging on his every word. Despite knowing how bad he was for you, you couldn’t help yourself. Jeonghan was a drug, and you were his addict.

Everything came to a head at the big party he and his friend Joshua threw. The whole school was there. Jeonghan invited you, of course, but you hadn’t seen him the whole night. You began to grow restless at the fact that you couldn’t find your boyfriend. Noticing your friends huddled off in a corner, you started towards them.

The conversation they were having silenced quickly as you squeezed into the group. Sharing glances with each other, one of them spoke up.

“Long time no see.” She started.

Her tone didn’t sit right, a pit forming in your stomach. You truly hadn’t seen them in a while. Spending all your free time on Jeonghan (like he wanted you too) left very little time with your friends. If you could even call them that anymore.

“How are you guys?” You asked softly.

You heard one of them scoff before you spoke again.

“Have you seen Jeonghan?”

“You have got to be kidding.” Your friend said.

Suddenly you felt unwelcome.

You went to open your mouth to speak before she interrupted. “He’s upstairs. When up there a while ago, hasn’t come back down.”

You felt a rush of relief fall over you now that you knew Jeonghan was at least at the party, and hadn’t already left you like he did last time. Sending a thank you over your shoulder, you went to walk away before feeling a pull on your arm.

“So that’s it? That’s all you wanted from us?” Your friend questioned.

You frowned, realizing how bad what you’re doing is, but you really needed to find Jeonghan.

Your friend took your silence as an answer, letting go of your arm. “You’re unbelievable.”

The grip on your arm gave you the opportunity to rush up the stairs, wanting to remove yourself from the awkward situation that your relationship with Jeonghan had caused. Making your way towards his room, you got a funny feeling. It almost felt like a pressure being put on your chest the closer you got to his door.

Your feet stopped right in front of the door as you took in a breath. Right as your hand reached the handle, the door flew open. The sudden opening startled you as you jumped back. A girl stood in front of you, and almost immediately you recognized her.

Jeonghan’s ex.

She gave you a smirk before pushing past you. Your eyes couldn’t help but follow her as her hips swayed with every step. Looking back at the room, Jeonghan was throwing a shirt over his head. You took a step forward as you spoke.

“Jeonghan,” Your soft voice caught his attention as he turned towards you. “What did you do?”

The boy ran a hand through his hair. “Don’t worry about it.”

He went to head towards the door before looking you up and down. “You look cute.”

As he walked past you gripped his arm. “You cheated on me.”

He let out an exasperated sigh, starting to get annoyed. “Why are you making such a big deal?”

You couldn’t believe him. “Jeonghan you cheated on me. I’m your girlfriend and you went behind my back and slept with another girl. Your ex, at that.”

Jeonghan began to chuckle. “Girlfriend? Since when?”

You froze. “We’ve been dating for almost six months.”

He shook his head, blonde hair falling in front of his eyes. “Oh sweetheart, you didn’t actually think you were the only girl I was seeing did you?”

The pressure on your chest now felt like it was mounting. The air felt thinner. Was it always hard to breathe up here? The tears began to fall. Hot, wet streaks running down your face as you turned to him.

“But I love you. Please don’t do this.”

Jeonghan sighed, turning back towards you. Bringing his hands up to your face, he wiped the tears. Jeonghan leans down to place a soft but firm kiss on your lips. When he pulled away, he let out a low sinister laugh.

“You love me?” He asked you, keeping a firm grip on your face with both of his hands.

You could only nod, head fuzzy from the kiss. The effect he had on you was embarrassingly strong.

He laid another kiss on your lips before speaking again. “Would you do anything for me?”

Through lidded eyes, you nodded as he ran his finger over your lower lip. Jeonghan nodded with a hum, feeling satisfied with your answers.

He gave you a quiet ‘good’ as he laid another kiss to your lips. This time a much deeper kiss. He knew what he was doing, and you knew that no matter what you were an absolute goner.

[itz-pandora]

Cw for illness, emotional abuse, animal neglect, misogyny, and implications of me suspecting ideation suicide/attempted murder

Oh my gosh. My stepbrother and his girlfriend are. Where do I start

She's chronically ill. She can't work and she has seizures. The first time I saw the ambulance in my front yard was scary, and there was so many times after that quickly followed.

She and my stepbrother used to live in our basement. They are banned from living in the basement because of how disgusting they left it. Their poor dog was stuck in a cage all day and not given any love, that sweet boy was terrified to go down there once they moved upstairs.

They live in what used to be out playroom, the only thing separating them from the rest of our first floor was a curtain. Hearing how he talks is gross sometimes. He's an Andrew Tate fan, I don't remember how I found out. He works at day and games, watches anime, and sleeps all night. I don't think he's ever washed dishes in this house. I don't think he's ever vacuumed. He's a slob.

He yells at her when frustrated. He's been frustrated a lot. She doesn't talk back, and if she did, he'd only make her feel more worthless.

There was this one time she ran out of medication when he was out on a trip and he didn't tell anyone. I remember asking my sister "I feel like he's trying to kill her." My dad and his mom were pissed. He blamed pharmacies for not letting him get medications—which is definitely a problem—but he didn't tell anyone. He'd let her have seizures and die in the 2 weeks he left her with no medication. I don't think he even got a slap on the wrist.

They vape—all of my step family does—including her. Her, my stepbrother and my stepsister all smoke weed. Her doctor told her to stop both. He tells her to stop both, all the while handing her a vape, letting her do it, encouraging her even. He acts like it's all her but he's letting this happen, he let it happen. It's a risk, it can make her seizures worse. I wonder if one day she wishes she didn't wake up with all the ways she's making her condition worse.

He's pardoned for his own mental issues. He shouldn't be. It's not fair to her to let this go on, but nobody else wants to step up, or even tell him off. Recently he's been comparing whatever she did to wrong him to him cheating on her—its been repetitive, making me wonder if he's confession to or having thoughts about it.

Recently, she's been losing stuff. As he does with every minor inconvenience, he loses his shit. He rants for minutes, hours, all on the same topic of saying he can't fucking stand when she moves anything. She lost her medication—I still wonder if she even wants to keep living—and he ranted. This was more than before. I sat in the bathroom typing this out.

He threatened to put her in a mental hospital. He told her to hurt herself. He did that just now, as I am writing this. He's threatening to shoot himself in the shoulder for her losing the medication. "Do not talk like that," he said. To what, I don't know, her voice was too quiet. "The emotions that you just felt is what I feel everyday when you do that," he said. He's acting like she's out of line. The closest thing I heard to her acting out was her going on the deck because she was crying. "You have no fucking idea what shit goes through my head…you can't comprehend it…being a man in society." He didn't apologize, he rationalized himself. He admitted the only reason he did apologize was because everyone can hear them.

I don't know when they moved in with us, but I think she was around 18, while he was 22? I don't know. I don't know when they started dating. It's weird, she's barely older than my oldest sister and me and my sisters were shocked to find out how young she was. It's disgusting. She completely depends on her and the rest of her family remains anonymous to me, so she's stuck.

This isn't everything. But I needed to write something down.

[marzipanilla]

A good pop in bruiser can be fun. Ignore them. they're punching the wall. it's their thing.

Oh wow, Jasper and Steven on a road trip would be something. Steven at the first gas station outside of Beach City filling up the tank and Jasper rolls off the highway sound barrier and into a ditch and he's just like ??? need a ride ?? and she's just like instantly NO only to keep showing up after fighting like, bears or some shit while he's trying to get set up at a park your RV campground. Steven: you SURE you don't want a ride ?? Jasper: I AM NOT FOLLOWING YOU Steven: I never said- Jasper: if anything you are following ME. they are truly a great odd couple dynamic. Steven having to bail her out of a police station, are you ready for that ride now ?

Hahaha. Nolan having to learn to use cameras on Earth specifically just to spite Spider-man is fucking hilarious. Debbie like oh ?? are you interested in holding on to the memories of our time here?? and Nolan just having to be like : /

hehe. JJ instantly trusting Omni-Man bc of his mustache and Peter having to be like ??? you know nothing about this alien man! And his MUSTACHE makes you like him ?? what has friendly neighborhood spider-man done to draw this hate ??? JJ instantly stating the truth that Omni-Man DOESN'T wear a mask, and it's clearly the lack of mask not the mustache (it's like 90% the mustache).

Seriously what are the levels of villainy in Invincible ! where are the different understandings and tiers ! where is the explanation for why the GDA doesn't just work with everyone !! is it a budget thing ??? is the reason so many ppl showed up to the GoG tryouts bc they just needed the health insurance ?? apparently even well to do hero teams like TT were fucking starving and not doing well unless someone who was independently wealthy was bankrolling them ! (rudy/Robot) LIKE. arguably The Order is the evil mirror to GoG but we are literally JUST learning they exist at all! not to mention they seem more sinister six than Injustice League ?? unless I am very unaware of what Sinister group got up to, they def seem more low level than villain team specifically teaming up to fuck w heroes. They don't even seem to give a shit about heroes !! they just are after CRIME

Debbie meeting all the Order's exes in her villain support group xD she got passed up the chain from the 'my partner robs banks when we're broke' group to the 'trying to take over the planet nonsense' group. Debbie wondering if it's ethical that Mark is getting tips on how to beat villains from their PO'd exes who just know what buttons to push and her having to be like hmm if I knew someone willing to punch Nolan would I want them to do the most emotionally damage in the process as well ??? and just going along with it xD

Her and her new friends both instantly yelling at the guy trying to rob the coffee shop they came to meet up at rather than cowering w the rest of the patrons. like OH. maybe recklessly endangering myself bc I find most villainy mundane and annoying is a learned trait. Them just enjoying some time together before Debbie just going 'do you ever wonder if you could have stopped them, and do you ever feel a rush realizing you could have asked them to do something worse and they probably would have? just for you?' and just getting nods rather than disgust. ugh. Let her admit it was the personal injury that hurt more. let her be horrendously selfish that her good thing got screwed up by some stupid evil empire. She DOES believe in doing the 'right' thing ! in helping people ! but dear god, why should she be obligated to hold up such a higher standard of it?? most other peoples' work life balance doesn't also include 'keeping the guy who can single-handedly destroy the world from doing that'. forget about placating Nolan, placate Debbie. she deserves a chance to contemplate doing horrendous shit to humanity, as a treat < 3 Maybe if the GDA and GoG hadn't SUCKED so hard my husband wouldn't have betrayed you have you thought about that Cecil (instant regret but damn I think she likes to think about other people in his life also failing to notice what was under the surface and just wanting some of the blame on the dead and not just her)

Her and Mark just stewing in different brands of guilt.

Debbie knowing Cecil is watching so she walks STRAIGHT at a generally ignored low-level problem knowing he wont risk something happening to her bc Mark would be upset and having to send agents after something he normally would leave to the cops. stop wasting tax payer dollars Debbie : / that's my tax money Cecil : )

The core mystery of what the fuck is Nolan up to just built up and paid off so well in S1, and there really hasn't been a great through line in any of the other seasons ?? Stuff For Later keeps happening.. and not.. stuff that builds up to something important. Something cool will happen Later !! the show keeps insisting. something cool could be happening NOW.

While I'm not too familiar with the DCU- your batfam meta posts are intiguing- so in transfering some of the broader strokes from them- I think you tackling a 'Mark isn't Nolan's biological son' fic would be fascinating. Sort of a step to the side of the 'what if Mark never got his powers' fic that sometimes pop up in the fandom

OOOOOO chewing on this currently, hm, the much a distinct flavor of exactly what you’re talking about, but the potential for more family drama depending on WHO knows. Does Mark know?? Is he waiting every day only to be crushed? Does he confused non-Debbie features with Nolan’s? I suppose I’m not the most enthusiastic about non-power AUs, but I think there’s something very fun to explore about Mark having to settle with, if he knows all his life, he will never have powers? I think the trajectory of his dreams will obviously shift, I can see him still having that distinct fatherly idolization, but perhaps embraces being useful to the GDA? Cecil’s number one intern—only intern—curtesy of nepotism, ha! There is something tickling me about Mark taking the Robin Route/Role for the Teen Team in terms of having no powers, just insane skills, BUT there’s something way more delicious about intern Mark when s1e01 happens and Mark tries snooping around to find out the truth about what happened to his Dad.

I wonder if, with Mark having a whole another father, if they’re more or less distant relationship, depending on WHEN Nolan entered Mark’s life? Like if Debbie met Nolan later for this, or just for fun, they dated once, separated (Mark being born during then), then they happened to stumble into each others lives again and Mark’s already been born, anywhere from tween to teenager so there’s a gap in how close they are. I feel like one important aspect of the whole Family Drama is how close they’re supposed to be, a functional, loving family turned upside down? So I wonder what more distance does. I wonder how Nolan copes when his family is entirely human and he can’t project onto Mark.

I love thinking about these, omg.

[rabbithaver]

my dad loves to pick fights over something he didnt even hear correctly in the first place

[sunsetsandsunshine]

If I may request a Rise fic!! I’m a huge sucker for comfort/cheer up tickles, so could you possibly write a disaster twins fic with Lee Leo and Ler Donnie where Leo’s been having a pretty bad day (because of what is your choice!) and ends up feeling self conscious about himself and stuff, so Donnie decides to cheer up his twin!! Please don’t feel rushed and make sure you’re taking care of yourself ^_^

~ 𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜!!! ~

💜💙 𝙵𝚒𝚌 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢: 𝙰𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝙽𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎 💜💙

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙼𝚂𝙺𝙽𝚂𝙽𝙺𝙼𝙳𝙽𝚂𝙹 𝙽𝙾𝙽𝙽𝙸𝙴 𝙾𝙷 𝙼𝚈 𝙶𝙾𝚂𝙷 𝚈𝙾𝚄. 𝙶𝙴𝚃. 𝙼𝙴!!! 𝙶𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚑𝚑𝚑𝚑𝚑 𝚖𝚢 𝙻𝙾𝚁𝙳 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝙹𝙰𝙼!!! 𝙴𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒���� 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚜…𝙶𝚘𝚍, 𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑. 𝙻𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢..𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝/𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎…𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎’𝚜 𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚗 𝙳𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎??? 𝙻𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎!!!˚*• ̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*＊·̩̩̥͙

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝙷𝚞𝚛𝚝/𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜: 𝟺,𝟹𝟿𝟺

𝙻𝚎𝚎: 𝙻𝚎𝚘 🐢💙

𝙻𝚎𝚛: 𝙳𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎 🐢💜

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝙳𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝙻𝚎𝚘 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚙𝚒𝚍…𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚠, 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝?

(𝙰/𝙽: 𝚂𝚠𝚒𝚖𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚊 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝…𝙱𝚞𝚝 *𝙰𝙷𝙴𝙼* 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢: 𝙳𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚞𝚢! 𝚃*𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚔/𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚜 𝙳𝙽𝙸!!!)

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𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝙰𝚛𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏-𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚢𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚜𝚑𝚞𝚝𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗, 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝙿𝙻𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙴 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚔!!! 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚣𝚢…

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝚃𝙴𝙴𝙷𝙴𝙴 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 🕺🏾✨💞🎶˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙

“I can’t believe you’re doing this to me again.” Leo grumbled under his breath as he rested his mouth on his palm, glancing away from his brother as he sighed loudly. 

“Well maybe if you weren’t so fucking reckless I wouldn’t need to.” Donnie growled lowly, glaring down at his twin.

“I’m not a baby, Don. I don’t need to be supervised like I’m some bomb triggered to explode.” The younger said in exasperation, lying down on his bed whilst grabbing a comic book to read off of his desk.

If Leo was going to be told off and scolded by his dear beloved brow-loving brother, he should at least have something to occupy himself with in the meanwhile. 

The softshell groaned eternally at his little brother’s action, quickly snatching the piece of literature out of the other’s hands and throwing it effortlessly to the ground. 

Uninterested lime green eyes locked with a determined yet fierce light golden, both of them refusing to look away or blink to show their dominance.

But after a while, the red eared slider grew more impatient, looking away again as he picked a hangnail on his thumb, “If you’re going to yell at me, can you just get it over with? I saw a reddit post predicting what’s going to happen in The Umbrella Academy season four and I need to read it.” 

“You can read that later, Nardo. I promise you, that reddit post isn’t going to fly away.” The elder said as he pinched the bridge of his snout, “What I need you to do right now is acknowledge what you did today was stupid, alright?” 

Leo looked away from his older brother, scoffing lightly, “I do stupid things all the time. What stupid action of mine are you wanting to scream at me for this time?” 

The softshell turtle took a couple deep breaths at that comment, drumming his fingers on his left arm in a soothing motion because he was NOT going to give into the urge of strangling his twin brother…

…No matter how much he deserved it.

“I’m not planning on screaming at you— that won’t help anyone or anything.” The purple banded turtle explained calmly…but you could see and tell he was starting to lose his paitence. 

“But you want to.” The red eared slider pressed on. 

“Leo…please. I don’t want to argue right now.” 

“We’re not arguing. We’re just kindly discussing my oh-so stupid descision that unfolded earlier today, right?” The younger twin smirked smugly, his eyes locking once again with his brother. 

When it came to arguments, the leader in blue always had this wonderful tactic to avoiding things: attempting to annoy the other person so much that they drop the subject they wanted to discuss with him completely.

It always worked with Raph…which the red eared slider didn’t know whether that was a good thing or a bad thing.

But the only downside of doing this tactic was his dumb twin saw right through it…

…And Leonardo despised it. 

“Nardo…you know what I’m referring to. And stop picking, please. Your going to hurt yourself.” The older attempted to say in a tranquil voice, but it personally just sounded like he was one second away from losing. his. shell.

“I sadly do not know what your referring to.” The blue cladded teen said coyly, picking on his hangnail more desperately now, “Care to enlighten me, Tello?” 

Donnie’s expression hardened ever so slightly at his younger brother’s absolute persistence on annoying him out of his right mind so he could eventually drop the subject…but the softshell turtle was not budging.

His twin would have to try way harder than that.

“I’d love to.” The light golden eyed mutant said in a fake sweet tone as he walked over to lean his shell on Leo’s closed door, crossing his arms in disaproval. The elder grabbed his brother’s sword, planting it right next to his foot so the blue banded turtle couldn’t reach for it. 

The red eared slider’s cocky grin turned to a small grimace (shake) as he soon came to terms with what his older brother was doing…

…He physically could not leave from this conversation…literally.

Leonardo crossed his arms, trying to mimick the other’s serious demeanor but was only met with an icy glare in return. 

“What you did during today’s mission was completley reckless and idiotic, Leonardo…and you know it.” The second oldest said, “I had that thug exactly where I wanted him but noooooo. Because you saw me trip you thought it would be a spectacular idea to throw yourself on top of me as that hooligan tried to hit me with his bat!!” Donatello seethed. 

“We’ve been over this multiple times, Leo! There was no reason for you to do that!” The light golden eyed teen yelled, his glare only hardening more as he saw the younger stuttering over his words to try to defend himself.

“I’m not done.” The taller teen growled, all of his calmness and collectiveness thrown completley out of the window.

The slider slightly flinched (which went un-noticed by the other) at his brother’s genuine angry tone, his left leg fidgeting and bouncing up and down like crazy. 

His tactic was really starting to not work in his favour at all…

“Just…stop putting yourself in the middle of danger like you’re just expecting the rest of us to just watch. We’re your family…and most importantly, we can defend ourselves just fine.” 

“Well ihisn’t that hypocritic!” Leonardo scoffed before creasing his eye ridges together in genuine confusion, mumbling to himself, “Hyp…uh…hypocrotic? Hyp…Hypocratic…?” 

“Hypocritical?” The older deadpanned.

“YES! THAT WORD!” Leo said, “When we were fighting Kraang Prime on the ship and he went to take a blow at Mikey…what did you do?”

Donatello scowled, his eyes not leaving his twin, “…I went in front of him and shielded him with my mystic tech.”

“Exactly.” The lime green eyed mutant scoffed, “And how is that any different from what I did, hm?”

“BECAUSE I HAD A PLAN!!!” Donatello shouted, “I planned to accordingly go in front of Mikey so my sheild could protect both him and me. Did it end up turning out perfect? Fuck no. Kraang Prime slashed right through it and me and Mikey went tumbling towards the ground…” The glasses wielding teen said through clenched teeth. 

The light golden eyed teen rubbed his face tiredly, his hands clenching and unclenching in frustration, “But I had a plan. You on the other hand, just zoomed recklessly on top of me and hoped for the best.”

“…I saved you, didn’t I…?” The younger twin mumbled out meekly, causing Donatello’s blood to absolutley boil. 

“That’s not the point!!!” The elder said as he clenched his hands at his sides again.

“Then what is?!” Leo said desperately, “Because from the looks of it, it just seems like you want to yell at me for just doing my job.” 

Leonardo pulled on his mask tails anxiously, trying to calm himself down but ultimately just making himself feel worse by doing the action, “I’ve been trying to be a better leader—“

“Leo—“

“—For you and Mikey and April and Raph and Casey and C.J. a-and Dad! But it seems like no matter what the hell I do there’s always something I’m doing WRONG!!!” The younger twin shouted, blinking back tears as he glared at the ground as if it took his Jupiter Jim comic.

Which…it did. The blue banded mutant wanted it back now, actually…

“I saved you! I-I didn’t even get hurt by doing it but somehow there’s an issue…” The lime green eyed teen murmured, both of his legs bouncing up and down as he tugged on his mask tails harder, “There always is…”

“Leonardo can you please just listen to me?” The older twin said in irritation. 

“But Don I’m—“

“No, Leo! Just listen! That’s all you need to do!” Donnie snapped as he cut his brother off, “I don’t want you leaping head first into harms way! At all! Especially if you don’t have a plan!” The softshell turtle exclaimed as he flapped his hands against the side of his thighs, but his eye contanct remaining on his little brother.

“Oho so now you don’t trust me well enough to know that I can handle myself in combat?” Leo said in a last desperate attempt to make his brother drop the conversation.

“I…” The young scientist’s eye twitched, his eyebrows creasing together as he had to physically restrain himself to not beat the ever living crap out of the other teen, “THIS IS NOT ABOUT TRUST, NARDO!” The light golden eyed mutant screamed desperately, his hands flapping faster as the red eared slider shrunk at his usage of tone, “This is about you not even thinking about what would happen to yourself when you do reckless nonsense like this.”

Leo glanced to the side, his eyes watering as he bit the inside of his cheek.

He just wanted to help and be the leader his brother’s deserved…

But he always found a way to fuck it up without even noticing, huh?

"You don't think about what could happen to you and I hate it!” The elder cried, “What would’ve happened if Raph didn’t come behind the guy and knocked him out cold at the last second, huh?! Would you have just stayed right on me as he continued to beat you with his bat?!”

Leonardo bit the inside of his cheek harder, his legs bouncing up and down more as his fingernails dug unforgivingly into his arms, “I-I’m sorry, Donnie—”

“Or would you have tried to fight him instead?! Mind you, you dropped your sword before coming to me so you’d have no weapon to defend yourself.” 

“You don't think about how much it scares me when you do dumb shit like that! I hate seeing you get hurt…I freaking loathe it.” Donnie rested the back of his head on Leo’s door, taking a couple deep breaths and hugging himself in an attempt to calm himself down.

Jeez…when the hell had he started yelling? His throat stung like a bitch now…

And when had he started shaking like a bobby head?!

The older twin’s expression softened, pinching the bridge of his snout once more, “I care about you…so fucking much, okay…?” The purple banded turtle said gently as he gradually started to simmer down and become more calm, “Your my twin…my little brother. And I hate to be repetitive but I-I just despise seeing you hurt…physically or emotionally…so please just…”

The young scientist’s eyes widened, peering down at his brother who did not seem to be following…at all. 

Leo’s eyes were wide as saucers as he hit his arm with his fist repeatedly whilst obviously trying to suck in whatever tears dared to try and escape. 

The taller turtle basically ran to his distressed twin, trying to stop him from harming himself any further but was only met with a low grunt.

Shit.

Shit. Shit. Fucking shit. 

Wonderful job, Donatello! You yelled at your brother so much he shut down!

Even though you knew he can’t fucking stand being yelled at and the whole point of you even being here was to explain what he did wrong collectively and calmly because that was the exact oppositeof what Raph does when he’s worried…

But no! You yelled at him anyway.

Wonderful job, Donatello…wonderful. job. 

The older twin sighed sadly, gently grabbing his brother’s wrists so he would stop hitting himself. The two brother’s shared eye contact once again, an unsure lime green meeting an understanding yet uncertain light golden.

“Nardo…” The softshell started, squeezing the other’s hands gently, “…Are you with me, bud…?”

Leo just nodded quietly, squeezing back. 

“God…Nardo I’m so sorry…” The older muttered, “I don’t…I don’t know why the hell I lost my cool like that. I-I’m sorry I yelled. I shouldn’t of yelled…I-I just…” Donatello sighed, squeezing his brother’s hands once again. “I’m not angry with you. I…I was just frustrated.”

“Well, no…let me rephrase: I am angry with you— livid even. You know damn well enough that when you do those kinds of things my heart literally jumps out of my shell. I need you to put into consideration that I would like to live to at least seventy-seven…”

The younger twin giggled wetly, fidgeting with his brother’s fingers as he spoke, “…Why seventy-seven?”

“Albert Einstein died when he was seventy-six…I can and will outlive him.” The light golden eyed teen said matter-of-factly, “But back to what I was initially saying…I know you meant well. You saw that I was in trouble…and you dropped literally everything in order to help me get out of said trouble. You don’t think of what happens to you…you just do it because you’ll know if you do we’ll be alright…”

“I-I just…I just wanted to protect you…I-I just wanted to help…” Leo tried to explain.

“I know. I know, Lee…” Donatello sighed, rubbing the slider’s knuckles gently with his thumb, “But you need to understand that with you trying to protect us that way, your putting us in the same situation your trying to keep us away from.” The elder explained lightly, smiling softly as him and his twin’s forehead’s touched. 

“You’re getting hurt— or at the very least almost getting hurt. We’re feeling the same anguish and guilt you would feel if any of us did that. I get that you want to be a good leader and shit…but you can lead well without doing that…okay?” 

Leo fiddled with the other’s fingers a bit more, his bouncing leg starting to calm a bit, “I’ll…try to be more careful when it comes to me protecting you guys like that. When I see you all in trouble…I just…react. I don’t really care about what happens to me as long as you guys end up okay. But…I’ll try to be more careful. And if I ever end up, like, being a bit too reckless…you can just tell me…deal?”

“Deal.” Donnie nodded, squeezing Leo’s hands one last time before letting go, wiping his twin’s eyes with his hoodie sleeve, “Now please stop crying or you’re going to make me start crying.” 

Leo snorted, examining the other’s now tearing up expression, “I think it’s a bit too late for that…” 

“GAH! FUHUCK!” Donnie cursed, wiping his own eyes as the slider laughed loudly at his exclamation.

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“Leo…don’t you think you’re getting a bit too big for this…?” Donatello grumbled as Leonardo was on his lap, getting all nice and comfy as he rested his chin on the older’s shoulder. “Noooope.” Leo drawed out, making a dramatic popping noise at the end of the 'p', “'Sides, this is what you get for making me emo earlier.”

“…I said I was sorry…I didn’t mean to shout at you like that. I was just concerned…” 

“I know that, you worrywart. I was just kidding.” The lime green eyed teen said lovingly, squishing his brother into a tighter embrace. The older let out a short shriek at the hug but of course didn’t mind the other being so clingy. 

If the young scientist really and truly did mind? Leo would’ve been pushed to the floor by now. 

The two twins shared a comfortable silence…well…a semi-comfortable silence.

The purple banded teen felt…off. His younger brother had this…look in his eyes; like he wanted to say something but was afraid of what Donnie would say or how Donnie would react.

Which was so damn dumb Donatello didn’t even know how to explain it.

“…There’s something else on your mind.” The taller turtle hummed, his suspicions only rising as the other glanced to the side. “Uhm…no there isn’t. See? This is why I call you a worrywart.” Leonardo said, tapping his fingers on his thigh nervously. 

Very convincing Leo…very convincing.

“Don’t even try lying to me, Leon. My older brother and twin senses are tingling. You can’t argue against that kind of logic.” The scientist said matter-of-factly. 

“What are you, Spiderman?” The younger snorted. 

“We shall never know.” The older shrugged, a small smile spreading to his face as he saw the other snort softly at his statement, “Now stop deflecting. Spill.” 

“…Can you…adjust my elbow braces…?” The red eared slider muttered.

“…Why can’t you do it?” The other questioned. Not in a malicious way; he was just genuinely curious. 

“I like it when you do it. You make it more firm, y'know?” The blue banded turtle whined dramatically, “Pleeeeeease?”

“Ugh, Jesus— fine. But drop the pout…you look ridiculous.” The taller mutant sighed, lightly grabbing his brother’s arm as he readjusted the braces. 

The purple banded turtle meticulously took off the other’s left arm brace, tracing his twin’s elbow to make sure it was healing correctly— which the slider couldn’t help but wriggle slightly to.

As the older twin put the brace back on, he looked at the other turtle in complete worry, “…Why are you squirming around so much?” Donatello asked in confusion. 

“…No reason.” Leonardo stated, but let out a tiny squeak as Donnie lightly pinched his forearm. 

“Yohou okay…?” The glasses wielding mutant giggled.   

“I-I’m fihine!” The smaller turtle insisted, covering his mouth as he let out a loud shriek in result to his brother now lightly scribbling his forearm. “EEEEE! P-Plehease moohoove yohour hahahand!!” The younger sputtered out, hiding his face in the crook of the scientist’s neck which the older turtle couldn’t help but let his heart melt to.

“Oh.” Donatello hummed, biting back an amused laugh, “Sorry. Sometimes I forget how ticklish you are…”

“Snrt I-Ihihi’m nahat ticklish. I juhust don’t wahant your hand thehere…” 

And isn’t that quaint. 

If Donnie had a penny for every time Leo said he 'wasn’t ticklish', the softshell would be richer than Elon Musk.

“…Right. So…you wouldn’t mind me doing this then?” The young genius mused as he scribbled one hand over his twin’s ribs. “EEEEHEH! Duhuhude noHOH!! F-Fuhuck yohou!” The younger twin managed through his small giggles, pushing on his brother’s plastron to try and escape while he still could.

The elder laughed fondly at his little brother’s futile actions, hugging him closer as he lightly tickled him, “Nahardo! My brohohother in Christ gehet back here or you’re gohoing to fahall off of the bed!

“N-NOHO!! LEHET ME GO!” The lime green eyed teen screeched loudly, kicking his legs and pushing even harder on the other’s plastron, his eye’s widening in panic as his older brother casually lifted him up and pinned his arms above his head, his plastron now facing up on the bed.

Eugh boy…

Donnie grinned, sitting on the other’s thighs as he wiggled his unoccupied fingers in the air near the slider’s side, “That’s better~!”

“WAHAIT WAHAHAIT snrt PLEHEASE DEEHEE!!” The red eared slider cried, kicking his legs from underneath the scientist.

If he was going to go down…he would at least go down fighting. 

“I haven’t even touched you yet, you goof…” The older twin chuckled. 

“B-BUHUT YOHOUR GOHOHONNA!” 

“'Gonna' what, exactly?”

“TihiHICKLE ME!!” 

“Tickle you? Well, why didn’t you just say so in the first place?” Donatello snickered, using his free hand to skitter his fingers along the crook’s of the younger’s neck. 

The blue banded turtle squealed, shaking his head back in forth whilst scrunching his shoulders, “GAHaha— snrt EEEEHEEHEH oho cohome snrt OHAHAN!!” 

“What’s wrong, Leo? I thought you said you weren’t ticklish~?” The older teased.

“Snrt STHDHAHAH! Shuhut UP! IHI’M naHAT!” The younger shouted, tugging and pulling his arms to try and get his hand’s free from the other’s grasp. Donnie just laughed softly at the action, wiggling his fingers above his little brother’s stomach. 

The lime green eyed teen’s eyes widened in panic, thrashing in the hold to try and loosen his brother’s grip but the purple banded turtle did not budge even a smidge. 

Leo’s laughs became more giddy and loud as he continued to squirm, small squeals and snorts escaping his beak as his twin brother’s hand went sloooooowly to his stomach. 

“N-NOHO NONONONO DAHA— snrt DOHON!!” The smaller turtle snorted, hiding his face in the side of his arm which Donnie couldn’t help but giggle to. 

The light golden eyed mutant rested his hand on the slider’s plastron, making the younger turtle’s laugh raise almost a thousand octaves. 

“DOHON’T snrt DOHON’T DOHOHON’T snrt YOU DARE!! YOHOUR SOHO MEEHEEHEEAN!!” Leonardo whined, hiding deeper into his arm and becoming a giggly flustered mess.

The older twin shook his head fondly at his little brother’s embarrassed state, taking the opportunity to tickle the younger’s stomach while he wasn’t looking. 

Leo let out a loud scream, descending into high-pitched cackles as even louder snorts followed, “HAHAHAHELP!! IHI’M SNRT BEEHEEING SLAHAHAUTERED!!” 

“I’m quite literally only using one hand, Nardo. Stop being dramatic.” The light golden eyed teen mused whilst watching his brother snort and squirm, “And here I thought I was the dancer of the family. Look at you! You’re making up a whole dance routine right now!” He said as he let go of Leo, crossing his arms in amusement. 

“S-Shuhuhut snrt up…” The younger twin wheezed out, hugging his middles as he playfully glared at his purple loving brother. 

Then, a lightbulb went on in the scientist’s brain, a smug smile spreading to his face, “Hm…you know, Lee—”

“Dohont call snrt me thahat!” Leo giggly interupted. 

“Uh-huh. Well, Lee…did you know that the underarms are one of the warmest places on the human body?” The scientist said. 

The lime green eyed mutant cocked his head to the side in confusion, “Soho?” 

“Soooo my hands are cold. Very cold, in fact. I’d be forever in your debt if you could—”

“NO! NONOHO WAHAY IN HEHELL! G-GOHO AWAHAHAY!” Leo squealed, reaching for his brother’s wrists as the elder tried to tickle his neck once again.

Sigh…Leonardo made this too damn easy sometimes.

The glasses wielding teen wasn’t just going to miss this oh-so-definetly-not-planned opportunity! The softshell scribbled his fingers along the slider’s underarms, making the younger let out a loud squawk as he shot his arms down. 

“NAHAH AHAHAHA— snrt GEHET THEHE HEHELL OHAHA— snrt OHOHOUT!!” Leonardo cried while banging his heels on the bed. 

“What~?” Donnie hummed inocently. 

“GEHEHET AHA— snrt GEHET. OHOUT. OHOF THEHEHERE!”

“Awe…why~?”

“BEEHEECAUSE IHIT’S SOHO BAHAHAD!!!” 

“And?” Donnie chuckled, “That sounds like a you problem, little brother.” 

“AHHHAHA— snrt GAHAHAD FUHUCK YOHOU!!!”

“Pardon…what was that?” Donnie questioned as he pinched where Leo’s hip met his thigh. “N-NONO— snrt NAHAHAH!! I CAN’T— snrt PLEHEHEASE I’M snrt SORRY!! I-IHI TAHAHAKE IHIT BAHAHCK!!” 

“Nah…I think I’ll just stay riiiiight here for a bit…” The taller turtle smiled, using both of his hands now to tickle Leo into a laughing and snorting blob.

The younger weakly hit his big brother’s arms, throwing his head back as he squeezed his eyes completely shut. 

“…And you know what, Lee~?” 

“WHAHAHAT NOW?!” 

“I’m feeling…kind of famished.” The elder mused, his smile almost looking like the signature Joker’s as he saw his younger brother’s face pale. 

Leonardo scrambled to sit up, fighting with his brother’s arms as he giggly protested, “PLAHA— snrt PLAHAHEASE! PLEHEASE snrt D-DOHON’T!!” 

Donnie pinched his brother’s thighs unforgivingly, “You should have thought about that before yapping such ill nonsense about yourself.”

“WHAHA— snrt WHAHAHA— snrt WHAHAT DIHID snrt IHIHI snrt EVEN SAHAHAY?!” The lime green eyed turtle cackled, flapping his hands on the mattress. 

It took literally everything in the older twin not to coo his baby brother’s adorable actions; instead, he lightly moved Leo’s hands away, smiling evily as he lowered his head to the other’s plastron, “You don’t even know. Guess you really want this, huh~?” 

The blue banded teen kicked his knees into his brother’s shoulders and shell, throwing his head back in complete hysterics whilst waiting for him complete and utter demise. 

The softshell wasted no time blowing raspberries after raspberries in the middle of his younger’s stomach, making sure to move the other’s hands away any time he tried to push at the young genius’ head. 

Donnie didn’t feel like getting brain damage after all.

Plus, he had his signature glasses ᴅᴏɴᴀᴛᴇʟʟᴏ ᴛᴍ on! And those were trademarked…as you can wonderfully see. 

“God…can you get more ticklish?” Donatello giggled, squeezing and squishing the red eared slider’s knees with one hand and scribbling his sides with the other whilst contuinung to raspberry Leo’s stomach. 

“DEEHEE DEEHEEHEE SNRT PLEHEHEASE!!! IHI SNRT DAHAHAH— SNRT DAHA— SNRT DAHUNNO!!” The smaller turtle screamed, happy stimming with his arms on the taller twin’s shoulder.

Donnie couldn’t help but chuckle, deciding to show his twin a tad bit of mercy as he nibbled his stomach lightly. 

The slider let out bloody murder from his beak, happy tears threatening to fall from his eyes as his bubbly cackles and snorts bounced off the walls of his room.

“Jeez…I think Peppa Pig has some competition, huh~?” The light golden eyed mutant snickered.

“PLEHEHEASE!! TEHEHELLO SNRT IHI’M GOH— SNRT GOHOHA— AHAHA SNRT MYHYHY SNRTGAHAHAHAD!!!” The smaller teen pleaded.

“Do you promise to stop putting yourself in between danger and your family?” The older hummed. 

“YEHEHES!!” The younger cried loudly.

“Do you promise to go easier on yourself?” 

“YAHA— SNRT YAHA— SNRT YEHEHES!!!”

“Do you promise to accept your doing an amazing job as leader and we all love you—”

“MY SNRT FUHUHUCKING SNRT GAHAHAD!!! IHIHI SNRT GEHET IT!!” Leonardo shouted, his blush now completley blending into the red stripes on his face. 

The softshell turtle got off of the other, sitting next to his little brother as his little brother in question hugged his middles and giggled tiredly. 

“Y-Yohou could ohof juhuhust sahaid ahall of thahat wihihithout tickling meeheee…” The younger grumbled despite the evident smile on his face.

“And where’s the fun in that?” Donnie smiled back, his expression softening as Leo got up and leaned against him softly. The older wraped an arm around the younger’s shoulder, pulling him closer into a warm, protective gesture. 

“Ahand would yohohou look ahat that! Ihi got yohour emo bahad boy ahahass to smile todahay. Your eheeven hugging me~!” The blue banded leader spoke softly, his voice filled with affection as he poked his twin’s forehead cheekily. 

“You tell anyone that and I will not hesitate to deny that extremely untrue statement.” The scientist huffed, rolling his eyes fondly as his smile spread.

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙵𝙸𝙽˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙ 

(𝙿.𝚂.: 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐!!!)

[xxplastic-cubexx]

Do you think Erik would be more of a vampire or a werewolf (in a AU I guess) (and also what do you think Charles would be?) I lowkey imagine Charles as little red riding hood if Erik was a werewolf.

i feel like they're both pretty vampire coded...... if we must assign them vampire or werewolf......

[fruitless-vain]

I feel like it is potentially not the wildest idea that perhaps if you Hate Christmas and are going to be a Rude Ass Cunt for the entire evening it may be a good idea to not demand that the holiday happens at your house? Demanding that *you host* claiming that you *love hosting* and then, actually, getting mad at everyone for every little thing and overall just having an obnoxious attitude complaining left right and centre over any thing you can think of

You can just choose to not be a part of the holiday. You can be a grown ass adult and say “I don’t want to receive or give gifts this year” or “I’m not liking hosting so let’s do it elsewhere” or any number of potential communication tactics that aren’t Snapping At Everyone For Any Given Reason

You can just, yknow, not participate instead of actively ruining the evening for everyone you’re supposed to care about?

[arundolyn]

ohhhh my fucking god nobody needs to like know any of this medical tmi but it is literally 11 pm and if im kept up one minute longer when i just laid down trying to go to sleep by my mother YELLING REPEATEDLY that she needs to pee. im going to actually go insane. she got a catheter in. Yesterday. it is working. she won't listen to anyone when they tell her that this is the case. help me jesus. im sure if a nurse comes to check on her tomorrow they'll probably get the same response. my brain will simply explode

[todayisafridaynight]

rgg reddit's good sometimes, actually