#he would just constantly apologise for his siblings' actions (even if the actions were just silly little fun) cuz he believes theyre stupid

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Some Sunniva questions!

1. Did she have any idea she had an older brother? Did Gustav and Siri ever tell her, or did Niv's return clear it up?

2. Does/would she have a dragon? If she doesn't, what kind would she have?

3. If Siri had all her children, how would Sunniva fit into the family then? She would be the youngest child (or am I wrong on that?). Adjacent; how would Gustav and Siri handle having so many kids?

YIPPEEE SUNNI QUESTIONS!!! man i love sunni questions ty sm!!!

Yes! Sunniva knows about Niv and about the circumstances surrounding his birth. Siri is pretty open about it, and sometimes mentions her son in passing to keep his memory alive. Before his return, she was certain he was still alive, after all, and she told her daughter about what had happened both to soothe her curiosity and to keep things open between them. So, it didn't really come as a surprise to Sunni when Gustav and her auntie Astrid went out to look for Niv after clear evidence he was really still alive (she hated the idea of her dad leaving for a few weeks, tho), and she often wondered what her brother would be like during that time. She wanted him to be bold and adventurous (and maybe obsessed with plants so they'd have something to talk about), but even when he turned out to... not be that, she still liked him well enough to not give him a side eye every time they were in the same room haha. Fun fact! During the first weeks after Niv's return Sunni and him had to share a room due to the hut being too small. Sunni hated it with a burning passion and did until her parents decided the best idea was to move their own bed to the lower floor and to have their kids fight about who could have which upstairs floor.

During her childhood and teens, Sunniva just had a Terrible Terror (a blue one), named Hemlock (after the poisonous plant, she took after Siri in the regard of giving things botanical names). She was very hesitant about riding bigger dragons, it's scary to her and she has a slight fear of heights. Even so, Gustav often tried to bring her along for a flight on Fanghook, who was Sunni's favourite big dragon of all time, trying to coach her into not being scared anymore. Did not entirely work. That fear eventually fades during her late teens-early twenties, and she would at some point bond with a gronckle! They're not too fast, and the one she got wouldn't go too high, so it was perfect for her. And it would listen to all her ramblings about her hyperfixations without complaint! The gronckle doesn't have a name yet, but I'm open to suggestions haha.

OOOO oh!! That's a fun one!! So in the case where Siri had no miscarriages/stillbirths, she would've had some sort of a sports team (6 in total). Here's a little list!! 1. Niv (april 1023) 2. Konrad (march 1024) 3. Mairead "Bluebell" (start of 1026) 4. Even (end of 1026) 5. Sunniva (august 1027) 6. Finna "Hook" (december 1030) This means Sunni would be the second youngest of the bunch, only rivaled by one little sister (they have a very strong rivalry lmao). Gussiri gives a lot of their kids silly little nicknames, and those for Mairead and Finna stick the most!! They call Mairead Bluebell because it's both her second name and because one of Lavender's kids is also named Bluebell. They're stupid and thought it was cute lmao. Finna is Hook because Siri was unconscious when Gustav named her and he panicked when Siri's mom asked him what their daughter's name was. So he said Hook because there's no naming creativity in that brain (ty @nosuda-cringe for the suggestion, Hook will forever hold a special place in my heart). Siri was righteously appalled by that decision and so they came to an agreement that her formal name would be Finna but they could still call her Hook if she liked. Basically went like "you named our daughter Hook???" "I DONT KNOW I PANICKED". But!! Gussiri would be,,, pretty okay as parents to such a big bunch. Siri would for certain be a good mom, even with that many kids. I think she has enough kindness and patience to deal with all of them and to figure out their ins and outs pretty quickly. She'd be great at it and it would be a dream fulfilled for her. Most of her kids would be neurodivergent or have struggles to fit in, and she'd coach them as well as she could. It would certainly be a bit more chaotic, certainly with most of them being born pretty close in age (two sets of Irish twins,,, poor Siri). Gustav I think would be a bit more chaotic, but really protective of his kids' differences and quick to defend any of them against critics. Basically, trying to protect them from being outcasted. Despite that, he'd be one of those fun-loving parents who'd take anything from his kids for truth. Also, a lot of Fanghook joy-rides and crazy bedtime stories would be involved. Gussiri would probably be really involved parents during the day and then. Crash out in the evening. They wouldn't be able to take a lot of time for each other, which would be a bit of a strain, but somehow, they'd make it work. Even when Hook accidentally sets fire to Silent Sven's farm and blames Sunniva for it lmao

Anyway!!! I hope you had fun reading those answers lmao. The "gussiri gets to keep all their babies" au is one of my faves to think about, same with other aus that involve those little weirdos. They're very good to me personally <333

Ty sm for asking!!! These questions were sm fun, I really enjoyed thinking abt them!!! <333

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Semifinals

Propaganda why Clary Frey/Fairchild is insufferable:

"Here we go again: She found out she was part of a race that opresses pretty much every magical being ever and immediately jumped onto being as racist as people that were raised in that cultist lifestyle. She calls a man ""Warlock"" the way people say slurs.

Terrible friend. Poor Simon never gets a break. And she's an even worse girlfriend to him. He is understandably upset when he finds out the person she most wants to kiss isn't him and asks for some space, but no, not on her fucking watch. She won't stay away from his place all of a sudden. Despite never really having time for him prior.

Goes up to a closeted gay man and tells him all smugly she knows about his sexuality and acts like he's the problem for not owning it. He lives in a homophobic society where violent punishment and exile is normal.

Speaking of exile, almost gets a woman that was nice to her exiled so she can break the law.

Demands aforementioned warlock do necromancy and when he tells her about his trauma, she throws a tantrum. She never apologises. That and, she and her friend always go to him for their problems, and are never grateful when he helps.

Has the ability to wish for one thing only once ever, wishes for a shitty man to come back to life.

The incest thing. She wanted to fuck a man while thinking they were fully biologically related. Yeah. And technically they're still adoptive siblings. True love.

Her cringe evil arc.

Apparently she's worse in the books. Great to hear."

"I don’t remember much from the books but she was kind of annoying"

"She finds out about a magical world she's been unaware of her whole life and it takes her five seconds to jump onto the fantasy racism train. Constantly demands people do dangerous stuff for her. Causes so many problems and when someone points out that she's going to hurt someone they're treated like they're an asshole. Walks up to a closeted man like "I know what you are". Is a terrible friend to her childhood 'bestie'. Falls in love with her brother, one the worst men alive."

"Worst case of Main Character Syndrome you'll ever see."

Propaganda why Jimmy is insufferable:

"The most chillingly real depiction of one of those men that think the world owes them everything. He's a rapist, a misogynist, abelist, self-centered, abusive, terrible friend and person that gets everyone killed because he was big mad about being laid off. It shocks me that there are apparently people out there that play the game and like him. He's so evil, but never in a way that makes him cartoonish, and that makes him all the more terrible. The game lays it out itself: he won't take responsibility for anything. He is never the villain in his own eyes. Scumbag."

"Tbh he's not just insufferable. He's disgusting. I can't even list all the horrible things he did because they would need multiple trigger warnings. He thinks that he's so high and mighty to the point where he betrays his own captain so that he can take his place, and then blames his actions and the ship crashing on said captain, who was actually trying to save them. So all of the crew died in one way or another (because of Jimmy's actions) thinking that their captain betrayed them when really if was him. And a quick Google search can tell you all the really nasty shit that he did. So not only is he insufferable, he's also just a horrible human being."

"Listen, I'm not even in the fandom and I know what his ass did. Screw this guy"

"Bro never takes responsibility for anything he did. Assuming he even acknowledges it *vaguely motions at what he did to Anya*"

"SA, causing a ship to crash, murder and elongating his friend's suffering in a cryopod for 20 years"

"He's literally the worst. He's a rapist, he framed his friend for attempted murder-suicide after getting him mutilated, and he either directly or indirectly killed everyone else. He's such an unreliable narrator that it's difficult to tell how the others of the Tulpar crew actually are because he sees everyone as beneath him."

"rape, murder, just generally being an asshole"

"LITERALLY A RAPIST"

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TUA SERIES PART 4: Diego

The Hargreeves Kerfuffle Part 4:Diego

The Hargreeves siblings x Hargreeves!Reader (Familial Relationship)

BG: The Reader is Number Eight. It follows how you fit into the structure of Season 1 and the family dynamic of the siblings.  

This part follows y/n blowing off some steam with Diego being a supportive brother.

You don’t have to read every single part as each focuses on the reader’s relationship with each of her sibings.

But of course to get most of the story, read the whole thing. Besides why would you want to miss out on Hargreeves Siblings content?

A/n: sorry if this took long to update, I lost the master copy of the fic document- well technically, I was and am typing this on an auto-save document but it had glich somehow and when I searched and open the file it was only the first 2 parts. It took a while to find back the most updated document.

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DISCLAIMER: I DON’T OWN THE TUA SERIES. THIS IS JUST BY A FAN WOULD REALLY ENJOYED THE SERIES AND WAS INSPIRED TO WRITE.

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>>THE HARGREEVES KERFUFFLE SERIES MASTERLIST<<

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Your blood was boiling.

How dare Luther, your own brother accuse you of killing your own father.

Sure, your childhood wasn’t exactly the healthiest and emotionally suitable for a child but in a weird way your father had shape and trained the 7 of you to be at least somewhat in control of your powers.

Raising superpowered children is no small task.

Lost in your thoughts, you hadn’t realized how far from the academy you had walked.

You stared at the city Harborview, imaging how your life would be different if you hadn’t had these powers.

Peace. That’s what you think you would have. A sense of peace, living a normal daily life- get up, go to work, hang out with friends, sleep in a nice cosy apartment and repeat. No powers.

The final words of Sir Reginald replays in your mind.

‘The end is near, get the others ……and save…..the…..tttiiiimmm’

The end is near, get the others and save the tim- whatever or whoever tim is.

You assumed that it meant his time was up and had wanted the family back together. You had done just that but what had that got you? Indictment for one. A family reunion consisting of 5 emotionally incompetent adults and one trapped in a kid’s body.

Leaning across the railing you shouted. ‘Cosplaying as batman at aged 6 was cute but as a grown ass adult lurking in the shadows is definitely a red flag!’

A chuckle sounded from the corner. ‘Noted m’mam. Will not do it again’ said a deep voice.

To an untrained ear, no sounds of footsteps could be heard.

You, however can as do your siblings. All of who can also identify who is coming based on the sound- each ever have a slight variation, a unique touch.

Luther has the heaviest, loudest footsteps out of everyone.

Allison- quiet and delicate.

Diego has a sense of purpose in his walk- no doubt like the secret agent and superheroes he had always wanted to be.

Klaus is a bit unpredictable; it is either too fast and energetic or soft and slow pace.

Five. He cheats, mostly blipping in and out of places. But if need be, he usually takes leaps or huge steps, always ready to teleport out of any situation in midstep.

Ben. The master of stealth. He always manages to take the least steps, the most effective route between hiding points.

Vanya though without training is actually very good. At times you wouldn’t even notice her near as proven in her countless times secretly watching the rest of you training.

‘I doubt that.’ Turning to face the new arrival. ‘You are the literally embodiment of Vigilante Hero Complex.’

The city lights illuminating his face.

‘Ah! Case in point!’ You pointed at his outfit. ‘You’re even wearing a spandex suit, Diego!’

Diego shook his head, brushing off your teasing aside. He was happy to at least help bring a smile onto your face- even if it was at his expense.

‘How you feeling?’ Even though you all were the same age, Diego can’t deny that the numbering hadn’t had an older sibling protectiveness to come over him- especially when Luther was being a total dick. If only he was in charge, he thought.

‘Better… better now that you’re here.’ You admitted, bothering your brother never gets old. ‘Thanks by the way-for the cheer up.’

You both stayed in comfortable silence it was not until 20 mins later did Diego break it by apologising.

‘Sorry for what?’

He didn’t reply instead he lifted something out of his pocket. It shone against the deep blue waves.

You gasped. ‘Dad’s monocle.’

‘I know Luther believes you took it.’ He let out an exasperated sigh. ‘I’m sorry. I should’ve have confessed instead you took blame for me….’

Wrapping his fist around it he continued, voice getting harsher. ‘I …I just couldn’t you know? After all he did to us? How he treated us? We were just kids!’

He clutched it tighter shattering the glass. ‘He was gone. This was the most valuable things he had- never let it out of his sight….so I thought that this….that by taking this, it would be the closest thing in ever hurting him.’

‘Oh Diego…’ You didn’t know how to comfort someone who is going through the same scenario, a same situation that you yourself need help on.  ‘Dad is gone and…yes he wasn’t the most caring father. But the past is in the past, the only thing we can do now to move forward. Don’t let that define us. Strive to do better.’

‘We tried that once remember? And where did it get us?’ He countered.

‘Better than if we were to have stayed.’ You rebutted. ‘C’mon Diegs. Think about mom. Think about how she constantly reminds us to put our best foot forward, no matter what life throws at us..’

Diego’s face softens, he was always a momma’s boy.

Closing his eyes, he mutters an okay. Then he tosses the bloody cracked monocle into the water. ‘Now, why don’t we go stuff our faces full of donuts.’ You offered. ‘I can handle your typical brooding self but the 2 of us sulking? No can do, what we need is to eat our feelings.’

‘Giddy’s it is.’ Replied Diego, offering you his arm.

‘So I assume you parked 2 blocks from here?’

His eyes went wide. ‘How’d you-‘

‘PPPPlease!’ Rolling your eyes. ‘I might have subconsciously wander to this part of town, but I was conscious about a car not so subtly tailing me for 6 blocks.’

‘So you knew I was watching you from the very beginning.’

‘YUPPPP’ Popping the p. ‘At first I wasn’t sure who- nice car by the way, new?

‘A month ago.’

‘Anyway is wasn’t until you started following on foot til I knew.’

Elaborating when you saw his confused look. ‘You walk as if you’re the protagonist in an action film.’

‘I do not!’ He said defensively.

‘DO too!- Thanks.’ Settling down onto the passenger seat as Diego closed the door.

The debate lasted until you reach Giddy’s or so what was left of the store.

‘WHAT THE-‘

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I realise that I’m speaking to a very small, hyper-specific group of mutuals here, but I can’t stop thinking about this.

Amara/Chuck Parallels with Loki/Thor

The dark, misunderstood sibling that’s always been cast as the villain by essentially everyone, when- despite their cold, ruthless exterior- all they ever really wanted to do was exist as an equal to the other, and as the conflict escalated, they ended up alone, afraid, suffering, and locked away, all while the golden child prospers. And then there’s the golden child- everyone’s favourite- who (outwardly) seems to be the most benevolent and righteous of the two, but internally has a massive sense of entitlement, moral superiority, and a major violent streak. The golden child still loves their dark sibling, but not enough to acknowledge how they were wronged or allow them a sense of equality at the risk of lessening the golden child’s own standing.

Here’s some great Amara quotes (surprisingly profound considering they came from S*pernatural) that resonate with Loki, just- so much.

1.) “That’s your story, not mine.

Most of these quotes work best if you look at them from the perspective Loki would’ve had in the first Avengers film. This one, however, can be applied to just about anytime in their thousand-year relationship. Thor, if asked, would most definitely describe life in Asgard as wonderful and his relationship with Loki as perfectly good. Although Loki himself could be a bit unusual and troublesome at times, Thor would say things were mostly peachy. Whereas, if you asked Loki, he would have a completely different opinion. He’s been ostracised and villainised and tormented and made to feel inferior pretty much his whole life, and his brother is a huge part of that. He’s constantly compared to Thor and found lacking, and the fact that- even when Loki finally snapped and went off the deep end- Thor still doesn’t seem to understand that… well that certainly just throws gasoline on Loki’s Anger Fire.

2.) “The real reason… why I couldn’t be allowed to exist? You couldn’t stand it. We were equals.”

This is mostly looking back on the earlier parts of Thor 1. Thor seemed to genuinely love Loki, but almost in a way someone would love an extension of themselves (a weapon or a car or a pet or something). He likes Loki’s company, but only if Loki goes along with what Thor wants to do. He wants Loki’s advice, but only when he asks for it. He values Loki’s magic, but only to the extent of its usefulness. He loves Loki, but he loves the way Loki assists and elevates him even more. Odin isn’t as obvious with it, but there are hints that he is more interested in how Loki can improve Thor than how Loki can improve himself. He was never going to make Loki king of Asgard, but he had every intention of Loki being there for Thor once he was crowned. The people of Asgard- at least the royal family- never cared to validate or support Loki’s individual identity (especially considering it deviated so far from the asgardian norm), because he wasn’t meant to be an individual. He was meant to be an extension of his brother. And, in the end, he violently refused to do that, and that’s part of the reason he was so strongly condemned for actions that Thor and Odin were guilty of themselves.

3.) “I’d die a million times and murder you a million more before going back there!”

I know this is super controversial, but I don’t think Loki was 100% mind controlled like Selvig and Barton. I also don’t think he was 100% a terrible evil villain who planned everything extensively and gladly did Thanos’s bidding. I think, during the movie, his mind was just all over the place (“a bag full of cats” indeed). At times, he probably just wanted it to be over so he could get away from Thanos and go home. At times, he probably felt good about being The Big Badass and have people be intimidated by him after so long being intimidated by others. At times, he’s probably genuinely appalled by all the carnage he’s causing. At times, with the sceptre fueling his rage, he was probably genuinely pissed at Thor and the rest of his family and wanted to cause trouble and make him suffer. I think, in part of his mind, he’s just so done with the position of inferiority he’s occupied his entire life that he’s almost willing to go back and be tortured by Thanos again, or go to prison, or suffer a humiliating defeat by The Avengers, or cause Thor all the pain in the world, as long as he doesn’t have to go back to living in Thor’s shadow.

4.) “Sorry? What’s sorry to me? I spent… years crammed into that cage, alone and afraid, wishing- begging- for death, because of you. And what was my crime, brother?”

This could be in reference to the years Loki spent in a metaphorical cage- the second prince, in Thor’s shadow, constantly trying to get Odin’s approval- or the literal cage he probably got thrown into at some point by Thanos and his minions. I like to think of it as Option B, just for the added whump. In Avengers, or TDW, or Ragnarok, Thor expressed at least a tiny bit of regret for how things went wrong between them- and despite the fact that he never actually said “I’m sorry”- I can see Loki encountering Thor’s attempts at reconnecting and feeling entirely empty about them. In his mind, Thor was the reason Odin neglected him, Thor was the reason his plans in Thor 1 failed, Thor was the reason he felt inferior in the first place. All he ever wanted was to be Thor’s equal, and striving for that led to his fall, which led to him being put through hell by Thanos and Co. And for what? Why was he forced fo compete with his brother for his parents’ love? Why was he made to feel lesser? Why was he even put on the throne in the first place? None of that was his fault. What was his crime, really, in the beginning? Being different? Not being Thor? I think it would take a lot more than a little regret on Thor’s part to fix all that.

5.) “Tell me. If you won’t change, why should I?”

This is my favourite one! Because it’s sooo accurate. Everyone- Thor in particular- is always trying to get Loki to be less deceptive, to stop betraying people all the time, to stop scheming and causing trouble, to stop going against his family and Asgard, but no one ever acknowledges that- even as far along as Ragnarok- Thor is just as entitled, arrogant and violent as he was at the beginning of the first movie. He literally tortures Loki with an obedience disk all while giving him a self-righteous speech filled with moral superiority and judgement. So, yeah. Again, from Loki’s perspective, if Thor has consistently clung to his immaturity and refused to grow into a better person, how the hell does he have any right to tell Loki to change and be better?

6.) “It didn’t have to be like this. I loved you, brother.”

Less infuriating and more heartbreaking than the others. When everything is said and done, Loki always loved Thor. Not just that, but his one true desire was to stand shoulder to shoulder with him and be comrades, equals, brothers… rather than a royal stepping stool. The tragic thing is that, while Loki has done a lot of wrong, if Thor had- at any point before Loki went crazy in Thor 1- genuinely acknowledged Loki’s pain and apologised to him, Loki 100% would’ve stood down. He would’ve been willing to works things out and do everything he could to repair their relationship- but because Thor never did that, because he treated Loki so terribly for so long, Loki ended up hitting his breaking point and becoming malevolent. He killed tons of people, caused all kinds of damage, and ripped the family even further apart. And it’s so sad because it’s obvious that Loki is just as miserable as everyone else, and this outcome was never what Loki wanted.

Anyway, I’m done meta-ing for now. I just find it fascinating how two of my favourite characters have such similar relationship with their brothers, and how things that Amara said could’ve very easily fit into Loki’s script. Which is, you know, heartbreaking. Cause pretty much all of Amara’s lines were heartbreaking. Sigh.

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Something More

Summary:  Julie and Luke have been friends since they were kids and everyone thinks they are a couple. Alex and Reggie do what they can to get them to confess that they like each other. (Requested)

Word Count: 2K

A/n: To the anon that requested, I hope this is what you were looking for.

“Hey Julie, can we talk?" Alex asks, as he walks into the garage, surprising Julie who jumps a little from her spot on the piano bench. She had been focused on getting the lyrics down that had been stuck in her head all day before band rehearsal.

"Sure Alex, what's up" she says closing her notebook as he comes closer, he raises his eyebrows curiously at her actions but doesn't say anything.

"You and Luke" he states as if its fairly obvious what he means.

"What about me and Luke" she replies, she knows where he is heading with this and she is honestly not surprised, she gets this question a lot from people who meet the two of them but she thought Alex would know better, he has known them long enough to know the answer.

"You're together aren't you" he says it as though he's telling her more than asking her.

"No" she says simply with a shake of her head but Alex just looks at her like he doesn't believe her "come on Alex, you know me and Luke have know each other pretty much since we were born, our parents are friends, we grew up together, we're more like brother and sister than anything else" she says exasperation clear in her voice. Its true her and Luke had been friends since then, their parents were always together so it made sense that they always played together as children, there was just that bond between them. They'd been there for each others first crushes, first heartache, Luke had helped her when her mom had passed away and she was always there for him when he fought with his own parents. That was just what they did, they looked out for each other like best friends and family did.

"Julie, you and Luke pretty much act like a couple constantly and the chemistry you two have is not that of siblings" he reasons but she shakes her head at him.

"I really don't want to talk about this" she mumbles "I get asked all the time by people we meet, fans I really don't need it from my friends" she says eyes pleading with him to drop it.

"There must be something there then if everyone sees it don't ya think" he points out but she just glares at him so he finally drops it sighing as he flops down onto the couch pulling out his phone while Julie goes back to her notebook, Alex's words repeating in her mind making it hard for her to concentrate.

Alex messages Reggie, who was meeting Luke after school before they headed over to Julie's. Him and Reggie had decided to do what it takes to get these two oblivious idiots that they called friends to admit that they like each other as more than friends and so far it wasn't working out. Maybe Reggie would have better luck with Luke, Alex thought.

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"So you and Julie huh" Reggie says as they make there way down the driveway of Luke's house.

"What do you mean Reg" Luke asks confused, they were heading over to Julie's now for band rehearsal and Luke was excited because he had a new song that he'd been working on and he could wait to show the band.

"Come on Luke, you ooze chemistry, everyone can see it" Reggie replies waggling his eyebrows at the other boy and Luke chuckles.

"Reg we've discussed this before, me and Julie are just friends" he says with certainty and Reggie shakes his head at him.

"Dude, friends don't look act like you and Julie do, they don't look at each other like you and Julie do" he’s staring at Luke in disbelief right now, like he gets it the boy is oblivious to his feelings but Reggie knows there's no one quite oblivious to everything than himself but even he sees this.

"And how do we look at each other" Luke asks not taking his eyes of the path ahead of him.

"Its heart eyes constantly, its a little unbearable sometimes and before you say that's how you look at everyone I'll have you know that you've never looked at me and Alex that way let alone anyone else you know" he says holding his hand up halfway through to stop Luke from interrupting.

"Seriously man, we're just friends" Luke says but he doesn't sound as certain this time as he did before and Reggie considers this a victory, its small but its a victory nonetheless. They walk the rest of the way in silence, Reggie messaging Alex and Luke caught up in thoughts of Julie.

"Finally you're here" Alex cheers as the two boys enter the garage, he and Julie had been sat in silence since their little debate and she hadn't even acknowledged the boys as they entered which made Luke frown. He walked over to her noticing how her brow was furrowed and her attention on the book in front of her, she was cute when she was like this he noted but he shook the thought away, no they were just friends he wasn't supposed to have those thoughts. When he recovered he smiled bending down so his face was level with her and he said her name rather loudly, startling her.

"Ahhh, I wish you wouldn't do that" he said pushing his face away from her own when she realised how close he was, her face slightly flushed. Since her conversation with Alex all she could think about was Luke, did she have feelings for him or was he just her best friend, she wasn't sure but their close proximity flustered her slightly.

"What cha working on" he asks reaching for the book, reading the words ‘Perfect Harmony’ before the the book was snatched out of his grasp making him pout at her.

"It's not finished yet" she says not quite meeting his eyes and he's about to protest and tell her that they always share songs, even the ones that aren't finished but a voice behind him interrupts them.

"Okay lovebirds can we get on with practice" Reggie jokes, him and Alex chuckling at something Alex whispers before he makes his way over to the drum kit. Luke looks towards Julie and sees that her cheeks are flushed and wonders if that was caused by Reggie's 'lovebirds' comment, he makes a mental note to ask her later but for now they both head over to there instruments ready for practice.

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It had been a week since Alex had questioned Julie about her relationship with Luke and since then it was all Julie could think about. She found herself noticing all the little things they did that would suggest they were more than friends like how he would always come up behind her and wrap his arms around her waist in greeting when she was at her locker. How whenever they watched a film, be it by themselves or with the boys or on their own, they would always cuddle and usually fall asleep wrapped in each other. In fact now that she thought about it they were always touching in someway whenever they were together, it was no wonder everyone thought they were together.

“Julie, Julie you’re spaced out again” 

It was Flynn. She blinked a couple of times and focused her thoughts again as she gave her friend an apologetic smile.

“Sorry I was just thinking” she apologised.

“Jules this is the third time this class you’ve spaced out. What’s up?” she asked, concern etched on her face. 

“it’s nothing really” she assures but the look Flynn gives her tells her that she doesn’t believe her. Julie sighs “Fine, Alex cornered me last week before rehearsal talking about how me and Luke act like a couple, the usual things but I don’t know some of the things he said got me thinking maybe I do like Luke like that, y’know” she says voice quiet like it’s hard for her to admit.

“Wow okay, first off, called it” she says and Julie rolls her eyes “second, what are you going to do?” Julie frowns, she’s not sure what she is going to do now that she has come to the realisation that she likes Luke. Probably nothing if she can help it, she really doesn’t want to ruin the friendship they have, when she doesn’t answer Flynn takes her silence as a no.

“Julie you have to tell him” Flynn says a little too loudly, forgetting that they are in class and they end up with a warning from the teacher. They apologise quickly before going back to their conversation, quieter this time. “Soo....”

“No I can’t tell him, he’s too important for me to lose him if he doesn’t feel the same” Julie sighs going back to her work, hoping that if she ignores her feelings they’ll go away but she doesn’t miss when Flynn mumbles that he definitely does feel the same. The rest of the day goes by pretty quickly and Julie finds herself avoiding Luke as she tries to work through these new feelings she’s uncovered.

Unfortunately for her, Luke has noticed that something is up and after band rehearsal, when Reggie and Alex have left, he stays.

“Do you mind if I stay, there’s a song I’ve been working on and I wanted to get your help” Luke says, placing his guitar on the stand looking over to her by the piano, he sees the ways she hesitates which confuses him, for as long as he’s know her she’s never had a problem with him staying longer for them to hang out.

“Sure, let’s have a look” she says finally making her way over to the couch and sitting down.

“Julie are you okay, you’ve been acting weird all day and I feel like you’re trying to avoid me” Luke asks as he sits next to Julie on the couch.

“I’m sorry it’s not intentional I swear, I guess I just have a lot on my mind” she says finally looking over to him a small smile on her face. He reaches over and tucks her hair behind her ear, his fingertips brush against her cheek as he does making her shiver slightly.

“Well maybe if you tell me I can help” he suggests withdrawing his hand from her face.

“I-I can’t Luke” she stutters with a shake of her head.

“Why not, is-is it me did I do something to upset you” he asks. Julie notices how hurt he looks and it upsets her to know that she’s caused the hurt in him.

“No Luke it’s not you it’s..” she starts to say but Luke cuts her off

“Julie if you were just about to say it’s not you it’s me, I swear I’ll kill you” Luke warns, at his words her eyes widen and she shakes her head.

“You really want to know” she asks and he nods “okay I’ll tell you but you have to promise me you won’t hate me afterwards” she says biting her lip nervously and watches as the confusion crosses his face before he promises. She’s not sure where she gets the sudden boost of confidence from but rather than telling him she reaches forward, hand sliding round the back of his neck and pulling him towards her. Luke’s eyes widen when he realises what she is about to do but he doesn’t pull away instead he reaches up to cup her face, leaning into her. Their lips meet it’s soft but filled with all the unsaid emotions that they are trying to convey.

"Sorry guys I uh" Alex apologies coming back into the studio stopping as Julie and Luke pull away from each other "Just friends huh" he smirks watch their faces flush as they look back at each other.

Okay maybe they weren't just friends maybe they were something more but they could figure that out later, right now Julie was just happy having Luke here in her arms.

[midnight-strays]

Omggg what about sister Headcanons for them like older or a smaller sister.(You can pick any character)

//So many of these precious characters need the guidance of an older sister, so let’s do older sister headcanons! I could so do this for like, majority of the characters. As an older sister myself, all I wanna do is help these poor souls XD I may have gotten a little carried away here.

Atsushi Nakajima

As the older sister of Atsushi, it would be easy to compare your life to taking a burning stroll through hell. It wasn’t easy, having to watch on as your little brother is beaten for reasons he didn’t know or understand. You barely understood yourself, but you did try to take care of him to the best of your ability.

After leaving the orphanage, the two of you wandered together for a bit before eventually, Atsushi took it upon himself to keep you safe from the ‘tiger’ following him and left you. You looked up and down for him but to no avail, he was always on the run and because he was always running, there was no telling how far he would get in a day, what turn he would have made and if he was even alive anymore.

You had a better grasp as to what was wrong with him now, understood he was an ability user- you had heard of them during your time on the streets but wasn’t sure how to explain it to him, so you kept it to yourself for now. You’ve regretted that decision every day since because maybe, just maybe, your baby brother wouldn’t have run off the way he did.

You just thought for sure that while together, you had done enough for him to feel safe with you. You gathered as much food as you could- though it wasn’t much- you were more willing to steal than he was, kept him as warm as you could, told him stories you’d made up in your head to help him sleep and even stayed up at night to ease his mind about the tiger returning, despite you knowing that it was in fact him that was the tiger.

It was months after he ran off that you met again. Atsushi was on a job, nothing serious, and you were running down the street, still in ragged clothes and holding a loaf of bread close to your chest. You weren’t looking where you were going for a spit second, looking back to see if you were still being chased, only to run right into the boy, knocking him to the ground and making you drop the bread.

The both of you immediately sprung into apologising to each other, helping each other up before finally making eye contact. As much as I’d like to say you threw yourself at him and the two of you hugged in the middle of the street, the guy chasing you caught up and pulled you back by the collar of your shirt, yelling at you about stealing form him and how he was going to report you to the police and everything.

Atsushi almost threw himself at the man but quickly put two and two together when he saw the bread on the ground. Taking responsible action, he calmed the man down and paid for the bread to get you out of trouble and once everything was taken care of, he took you by the hand and brought you elsewhere, where you finally held on tight to each other, quietly weeping to each other about how much you’d missed each other.

From there, he takes you back to his apartment so you can get cleaned up and things go from there.

Being his older sister means lecturing him whenever he doesn’t take care of himself properly because he doesn’t exactly know how to or because he’s been too stressed out or distracted to do so. It means being scared for his safety often because he’s constantly dealing not only with the mafia but other dangerous people who could hurt him. It’s being so proud of the new skills he’s developing, the control he has over his ability and him finally finding people he can trust aside from yourself. It also means putting up with Osamu Dazai on the Daily because ‘Hey, Atsushi has a cute older sister.’

I don’t really think Atsushi would allow his older sister to join the ADA and would maybe insist she get a job in the café downstairs as it would be safer but still close to him. He feels like he should be the one protecting you because of what he does now. He knows he’s capable of taking care of you.

This does not, by any means, mean that you don’t treat him like your baby brother. This is the kind of relationship where you’ll openly be affectionate towards him in front of everyone, lecture him in front of others and so on. Embarrassing older sister anyone? I also see you bringing him lunch whenever he forgets or you’re feeling generous (which makes Dazai swoon and beg you to bring him lunch sometime- before asking you to commit a double suicide with him)

Oh for the record, Atsushi isn’t one to get too grumpy with Dazai, not openly at least, but he does get really fed up with him asking you to commit suicide with him all the time though so he has been seen passively telling Dazai off.

It’s a very loving relationship, the two of you supporting each other in ways you always have in the past, but now with the benefits of being able to eat properly, stay warm and healthy and not need to rely on each other to survive another day of hell, because every day isn’t hell anymore.

Kyoka Izumi

If Kyoka was to have an older sister, she’d be reasonably older, perhaps a stepsister that wasn’t around when their parents died. I imagine she would have been studying abroad or something of the sort, so by the time she arrived to be there for her baby sister, Kyoka was already gone.

This would leave you searching for her for years. Missing posters, private detectives, constantly bothering the police, asking if they had any leads yet and so on.

You would end up broke, exhausted, possibly depressed and unbelievably desperate, so much, that you would take one last chance at reaching out for help. The police had recommended the Armed Detective Agency to you after pestering them repeatedly, but you had been sceptical.

You still were after seeing them. They seemed quite… unorthodox. Not a very professional bunch but then again, they seemed to be focused on making sure the dramatic brunette left you alone.

That was last year and even they didn’t seem to come up with anything, so you slowly began to lose hope.

You didn’t find out that they had found Kyoka until after she had officially joined the Armed Detective Agency and you’d just about choked Dazai out for waiting so long to call you until Fukazawa explained their reasoning to you.

After that, you were a sobbing mess, in the middle of the office, just holding onto your little sister who seemed oh so unsure of how to feel. She had thought for sure that you had forgotten about her, that you’d not even bothered searching for her and continued on with your life. It took her a while, but she too broke down, more so from relief than anything else, as she had someone who actually loved her by her side.

You would be so grateful towards Atsushi for everything he had done for Kyoka, he was the reason she was still alive after all. This was after managing to sit through the explanation of what’s been going on for the last few years.

This being said, it was no big surprise that you, Kyoka and Atsushi started going out places together, having a good time and experiencing the many amazing things in life that they and even you had missed out on over the years.

I totally reckon Kyoka’s big sister would totally take Atsushi in as a lil brother or something thanks to all he’s done for the girl.

Alone time with Kyoka would often involve eating. The both of you are foodies and share a love for crepes. Your time together isn’t just spent eating though. It’s full of kept promises, getting to know each other again, teaching each other new things and rebuilding a bond that was never given a chance to bloom in the past.

Much like she does with the ADA, she looks to you for guidance since she doesn’t know how to live a normal life anymore, but she’s bound to adjust quickly.

You offer to take her away with you, away from the mafia and the ADA, but she insists on staying, leaving you to settle down in town so she can continue to stay with Atsushi and the others, keeping a close eye on her and giving her a place to live so she isn’t crowding Atsushi.

Chuuya Nakahara

Chuuya was a loner from the start, so you’re not his actual sister. Instead, you’re the one who found him on his own and offered him a hand up. Sure, he didn’t exactly trust you at first but over time, the two of you came to rely on each other and eventually formed a sibling bond. If someone asked if you were siblings, the answer was quite simple. Yes.

Even while you were members of Sheep, you, being relatively high rank thanks to Chuuya becoming the leader, the two of you remained closer than anyone else. You could see Chuuya, in a way, liked being relied on, gave him a purpose. You were of course, proud of his strength, but also a little concerned over the dangers that came with the Port Mafia fighting with the Sheep constantly. Of course, you were just as much of a delinquent teenager as anyone else was, but you didn’t want your little brother on the front lines like that.

Honestly, you’re concerned about him most of the time until he joins the Port Mafia. Whether you join or not doesn’t make too much of a difference to your relationship. If you don’t join, Chuuya would insist you receive the Mafia’s protection as a condition to him joining their ranks. If you do join, he insists you stay by his side.

I doubt you’d become an executive unless you’re able to develop quite the amount of skill like Dazai or have an ability that is of great value. You need to be ruthless to be an executive and I don’t quite see Chuuya being okay with you changing so drastically. He’s always been this way, while you’ve been softer, kind, helping those around you when they need it. So, you’d most likely end up a subordinate, but still ranking quite highly.

You’re not allowed around Dazai without Chuuya there and even then, he doesn’t want you around Dazai. Chuuya would rather die than allow Dazai to lay a hand on you. Not only because he sees him as a complete asshole who should kill himself already, but because he understands that Dazai is an incredibly dangerous, deceptive guy who can and will hurt you if he needs to. (Dazai would never hurt you).

You hate it when he uses Corruption. Seeing him or just hearing about him losing control in such a way hurts you deep down because you know that he could easily die after taking a whole lot of lives. You have slapped Dazai for being careless while he was in that form too. If something were to happen to your brother while they were together, and it could have been prevented, you will blame Dazai.

Despite this, you’re both heavily impacted by Dazai’s disappearance, but you step up to help your little brother handle his anger (mostly about his exploded car) and even became his new partner on important missions. Meaning, yes, you became an executive.

Do the two of you drink wine together? Hell, yes you do. It’s how you relax, unwind from all the stress of the mafia. It’s time for you two of open up to each other and reminisce about the past, even if it did suck.

You take care of him to the best of your ability, even if he is stronger than you in so many ways. He won’t say it out loud but you are his rock. He needs you to keep him grounded. If anything were to happen to his big sister, the one he relied on so much to get by, he wouldn’t be able to cope.

Days off are almost always spent together. Treating each other out to lunch, getting drinks, buying new clothes, and just acting like normal people. You’re both very ready to jump into action if need be, whether it’s against criminals, targets or just assholes getting in your way. Chuuya also doesn’t tolerate guys flirting with you. No one is good enough for you. In return, you tend to cockblock him when he meets someone because two can play at that game.

While being Chuuya’s older sister, you don’t always get to see him or act as an older sister to him. Actually, a lot of your time while you can’t be together and you’re not doing your own thing, is spent on Akutagawa and Gin. Having had a rough childhood, somewhat like theirs, you take it upon yourself to try guide them in the right direction and even too over Akutagawa’s training. Needless to say, you were a lot easier on him than Dazai was, but it was too late to make much of an impact on him. Gin, however, was easier, so you kinda have a younger sister now too. Aku is you new lil bro, he just doesn’t know it.

You and Chuuya don’t rely too heavily on each other. Well, you do but you don’t. You need each other, no doubt, but you can cope on your own as long as you know the other is okay. You don’t want Mori finding out about how much you guys need each other because while you’re both completely and utterly loyal to the man, you both are very aware that he is a bad man who can and will manipulate situations to his advantage.

So, just a headcanon of mine- obviously, but I feel like the two of you could share a penthouse apartment of sorts. Absolute comfort considering the money you both make and all that Jazz. You both have your own large rooms, your own bathrooms and all that, but you’re always close. Your rooms aren’t far from each other, you sit across from each other at the dinner table, sit right next to each other when watching tv and occasionally, when one is having a hard time sleeping, you’ll curl up beside each other to help ease you both into sleep, feeling safe in each other’s presence.

[autumn-foxfire]

I always find it slightly concerning how so many people project onto fictional characters. I know it is nice to have a comfort character, but the way it is happening for many villain stans (and other stans too, but they are the ones I see the most of right now) is just too much. The lov are still fictional characters and disliking a character doesn't mean you dislike real life abuse victims??? Critizising a character arc or a characters personality doesn't invalidate real people?? Liking a problematic character does not validate abuse? Most people are able to differentiate between fiction and reality.

I see these takes so often, that if you don't like touya or think dabi is a victim who can do no wrong you are an abuse apologist. No?? I just don't like dabi all that much because I dont really care for his personality?

(also hot take I know, but Dabi should be allowed to be called an unreliable narrator in regards to his past because he is literally weaponizing his trauma in order to hurt society and that already gives him an agenda in how he talks about it. Add to that that his past is incredibly traumatic and he understandably has a bias against endeavor and a very subjectively colored view on what happened, and doesn't have the full picture to rei and Enjis start of relationship, so of course would be able to be objective about it. This doesn't invalidate his trauma, it just explains why what he says/remebers isn't necessarily the whole objective truth, just his own subjective perspective of his own experience, the same way shouto not having the full picture of everything happening to the others/before his birth doesn't make him wrong)

Also big props to you for always staying calm admits the fandom discourse and reflecting on canon in a mature way, whenever leaks drop and everything goes up in flames, your blog is always a save haven of rationality.

Awwww <3 Thank you so much, Nonnie!! I’m glad you like my posts and I’m happy to hear people still see my approach to the manga to be much more level-headed and rational then some of the rest of the fandom T-T (Is that arrogant to say? Huh, who cares anymore, my icon says it all XD)

I remember a quote from twitter that I found stalking officially dumbs twitter (with her permission of course <3): “Is that character really a comfort character for you if you get upset with everything that happens to them in canon?” And really I can’t help but think about it. 

Do these people even see the LoV’s as comfort characters anymore considering they’re constantly getting upset about what happens to them in canon and how the fandom perceives them? At this point, I feel people cling to the them for validation for their own feelings which isn’t healthy because they’re never going to find them in characters who are ultimately bad people and will be treated as such in the manga. They’re just going to be more upset in the long run...

It’s reached a point where people are conflating criticism of a single character as criticism of the groups that character will fall into and honestly it’s beyond insulting because we have people calling other victims of abuse and the like abuse apologists or murder apologists just because they happen to criticise the actions of a character. To these people, if you don’t fall into their exact definition of a victim, you’re an apologiser for it and you’ll see them call both fictional and real people as such (even if they were abused themselves).

It’s such a toxic mindset to have to think that a victim can’t be criticised because of their past trauma. Especially because doing so means you’re going to invalidate the victims of these people because the person who hurt them happened to be a victim themselves :/

Also! You’re absolutely right about Dabi being an unreliable narrator. In fact, all of the Todoroki family will have a different perspective of what happened and will be unreliable narrators in a way. As you pointed out, because of Touya’s own negative feelings and trauma, especially about how he feels about Rei, he has a subjective understanding on how her marriage to Endeavor came about and he shows us that clearly in the recent chapter. It’s very interesting too because this view of her marriage is also shared between Shouto, Touya was probably the cause of such a view and it was spread between the siblings.

I wish the fandom wouldn’t just take what Shouto and Touya say about it at face value though, especially considering we have both Endeavor’s and Rei’s account of their marriage, which seems to match, meaning their view of it is probably the most objective truth.

Truthfully, I wish the fandom would actually for a change consider all the personal biases the family when remembering the past instead of just believing what one character (Dabi) says over the others. It’s a bit frustrating how all other victim accounts are being ignored because they’ll invalidate some of Dabi’s own claims (which really is just the marriage between Endeavor and Rei).

[not-oscar-wilde]

Reunited

part two of revived and reunited. read part one here and/or the full fic on ao3

Dave had known that Klaus grew up in a big house, but nothing could quite have prepared him for the imposing vastness of this building. It seemed too big to be a home of any kind - not that it had ever been much of a home, if what Klaus had told him was anything to go by. 

“This is it?” he asked.

“It sure is. The Umbrella Academy!” Herb seemed positively delighted. Dave wanted to feel the same way, but his heart was beating too fast and his mind racing too much for that. What felt like just a day ago, he had as good as died in Klaus’s arms. He had seen his lover break and it had torn him apart almost as much as the bullet. Klaus still thought he was dead. Everyone thought he was dead.

He had a single suitcase to his name, currently resting on the ground beside him. Apparently the Commission was more powerful than he cared to think about, obtaining all the documents he’d need to live in the twenty-first century with concerning ease. The supposed fact that he had been born in 1990 somehow seemed the most bizarrely futuristic, but all of it started to unnerve him if he thought about it too much or for too long. And he was already plenty unnerved. 

The person who opened the door to them was a child. He couldn’t have been older than fifteen at most, though he had the look of a much older man, one who had been interrupted while reading the newspaper and enjoying his morning coffee. This must be Five. Klaus’s time travelling, previously missing sibling. “Herb, I’m not coming back to the Commission,” the child said bluntly.

“I wasn’t gonna ask you to! I know, you’re retired,” Herb said with an awkward grin. “I’m just here to make a, uh, delivery. Think of it as part apology, part ‘we’re hoping you won’t do any more to screw up the timeline now we’ve got it all nice and fixed up if we do this for you’.”

Dave should probably have felt more insulted by being referred to as a delivery, as if he was some kind of package, but he was too busy processing the conversation. So Five had worked for the Commission? Was that how or why he could time travel? Or was that how the Commission had learned to time travel? Before he could figure it out, Five’s eyes slid from Herb to Dave, and he realised he was making a terrible first impression. So despite his confusion, Dave forced himself to smile and held out his hand to shake. “Dave Katz. You must be Five, right? It’s nice to meet you, sir.”

Five raised his eyebrows as he looked him up and down. Somehow, this was so much worse and he felt so much more awkward than the times he’d met any girls’ father. How could someone who looked so young also look so… authoritative? Klaus’s family was confusing, but he knew they mattered to him. And that meant he needed them to at least approve of him, even if they didn’t like him. After what felt like an age, he seemed to find Dave adequate and firmly shook his offered hand. “I am,” he said coolly, then turned his full attention back to Herb. Well, that could have gone a whole lot worse. “I don’t have any plans to do any more major time jumps. I’ve had enough apocalypses for several lifetimes, and the two seem to go together when my family is involved.” 

Perhaps Dave was just going to have to get used to not understanding half of what was said around him. It was almost as bad as being on leave in Vietnam and trying to comprehend flashes of conversations in a language he didn’t speak beyond a few of the very basics. Though everyone associated with the Commission had spoken English around him, it may as well have been Vietnamese for all the sense it made. 

“Well, just in case your brother has other ideas, we figured we’d step in before he had you try and save Mr Katz here,” Herb said.

“Ah, you know one of my brothers. My condolences,” Five said sardonically. “Which one?”

Did he not know about the two of them? Klaus had said that each of his siblings knew he was queer, and Dave had just assumed that if he had found a way back to them, he would have told them about him. But perhaps it still needed to stay somewhat unsaid. Perhaps he hid his emotions around his siblings just as much as he did around acquaintances. 

“Klaus,” Dave said softly. His lover's name felt so right on his lips, it was hard not to smile whenever he said it. Sure, when they were alone, he was ‘baby’, ‘honey’, ‘sweetie’, but ‘Klaus’ could and did contain just as much joy and affection.

“Ah… He’s in his room. I can go fetch him, if you like?” Five offered with a nod and a knowing smile.

Dave barely managed to choke out a ‘please’ before Five disappeared in a flash of blue light, just like the one that had brought Klaus to him in the first place.

He was going to see Klaus again. He was going to see Klaus in a safe place, where there were no bombs and no gunshots and no need to look over their shoulders constantly to make sure no one saw too much. 

His heart leapt so intensely that it damn near knocked him sick, and when the tall, slender figure of Klaus Hargreeves appeared at the top of the stairs alongside his brother, time stopped. 

He was the same Klaus that Dave had left on the battlefield, but so different. His hair was long now, with his soft curls falling to his shoulders. He was wearing an oversized zip-up sweatshirt fully unfastened, that beautiful, foolish, romantic tattoo on show across his stomach and just as perfect as it had been the day Klaus had told him what it said. Hanging just above it were his dog tags, resting against bare skin perhaps just a little more tanned than when Dave had seen him last. He was a vision of eclectic perfection and Dave had never been so happy to see another living being alive and well.

The cheeky grin on Klaus’s face morphed into wide-eyed, open-mouthed shock as he made eye contact with Dave. He dimly registered Herb’s brightly exclaimed “surprise!”, but he couldn’t process anything that wasn’t Klaus. For Klaus to have grown his hair so long, it must have been over a year of Klaus thinking he was really dead. Even though Dave knew it wasn’t his fault, he still needed to apologise. Though he couldn’t turn back time, he could promise the rest of the time he had to give. Though he couldn’t fix it, he could do everything in his power to make things okay again and to cherish this second chance he had to offer Klaus his heart. 

“Hello,” he said softly. “I’m sorry if I kept you waiting.”

Eventually, Klaus glanced over at his brother, blinking back tears. “You see him too, right?”

“Obviously.”

Before Dave could say or do anything more, Klaus was pushing past Five and rushing down the stairs. He threw himself at Dave, hugging him so tightly that he almost couldn’t breathe, holding on as if his life depended on it. Dave’s arms found their rightful place around him within a second, and as soon as they did, Klaus seemed to melt against him with a trembling exhale. He couldn’t see his face, but Dave knew his lip was quivering. He knew that look, knew Klaus’s ‘struggling to hide how much he was hurting’ face. He didn’t need to see it. He just needed to hug Klaus tightly, to rub his back in the way that said ‘we’re safe now’. 

“I’m gonna be so pissed if this is another dream,” he said, his voice slightly stuffy with suppressed tears. 

Another dream. So Klaus dreamed about him. If only his younger self could see this, could know that one day little David Katz was going to end up in the dreams of the most wonderfully crazy and incredibly beautiful man who had ever lived. “I think this is real,” he said. 

Klaus pulled back just enough to look him in the eyes, his hands on Dave’s biceps. The way he looked at him… Klaus had always looked at Dave like he was something special, but this was more. This was like he was the eighth wonder of the world, the most marvellous and incredible sight imaginable. “How the hell?” Klaus asked, those beautiful eyes turned misty.

“If I could, uh, field that one?”

Dave had almost forgotten that there was anyone else there with them. It was like they were alone again, in one of their stolen moments for just the two of them. The rush of panic of being caught had him instinctively stepping away and letting go of Klaus, as if he could somehow pretend that they hadn’t been caught in one of their secret, tender moments. That panic was hard-wired into him, a self-preservation instinct. 

But he was safe here. Herb knew about them both. Five knew about Klaus, at least. They were allowed to be seen together here. So Dave slipped his arm around Klaus’s waist and pulled him close. He never wanted to let go again. 

“We figured, well, we don’t want any more Hargreeves related timeline screw-ups, and our, uh, previous management didn’t exactly give your family the best, uh… You know.” Dave didn’t know, but he wasn’t going to interrupt and ask, particularly when both Klaus and Five seemed fully aware of what he meant. “So we figured the best way to do that was to do some light resurrection to reunite you two in 2019 and still keep everyone back in 1968 thinking that Mr Katz here died in action.” 

“Elegant,” Five said approvingly. “A faked death is never easy to execute well.”

Herb seemed to be fighting back glee over the praise. “Thank you. As Acting Director, I feel like a few tweaks to the way things are run are a welcome change. There’s no reason we can’t employ a spectrum of tactics to keep the timeline running smoothly. Plus I gotta say, I’m always a sucker for a good love story.”

Klaus laughed. But it wasn’t his usual laugh. It was tinted with hysterics, with madness and sadness and that inescapable sense that he was barely holding it together. Klaus liked to hide behind his jokes and his careless attitude, but Dave knew him well enough to know that he was on the edge and even the slightest thing could push him over into a breakdown. He wanted more than anything to take him to some private corner and guide him through it, to cry with him and hold him and promise him the world. But could he, with Herb and Five watching? Would Klaus want him to? Physical affection was one thing, but Klaus had always found emotional closeness much more intimate.

The laugh turned into a choked sob, and Dave couldn’t hesitate anymore. He needed to wrap his love up in his arms like a shield promising him safety and protection, so that was what he did. “I love you,” he whispered, his voice so soft that no one else would hear. But this time, it wasn’t that he needed to hide his love, he simply didn’t need them to hear. All that mattered was that Klaus knew and never forgot it. 

“Herb, would you join me for a drink?” Five offered, and Dave made a mental note to thank him for that when he next got a chance. But for the time being, he could just savour having the chance to comfort Klaus without an audience as Five and Herb left them alone together.

“I watched you die and I couldn’t save you, and I… I thought I’d stopped this version of you ever existing and still couldn’t save you,” Klaus said, his voice heavy and trembling. 

Dave didn’t really know what that meant about a version of him, but he didn’t need to. There would be time for explanations later. “Hey, none of that,” he soothed. Klaus had always been so ready to sacrifice himself, to do anything to keep Dave safe, his own self-preservation and safety be damned. And yet somehow, Klaus still seemed to think that he was selfish. Somehow, he thought both that he must be a hero and that he wasn’t and could never be one. “You don’t have to be a superhero for me, remember? You’re already my hero, just as you are.”

This time, Klaus’s laugh was much more genuine. “You sap,” he teased, though his eyes were still damp when he pulled back enough to look at Dave. “I missed you so much…”

However long it had been for Klaus, he didn’t look any less in love than when Dave had last stolen a private moment with him. However long it had been, Dave’s hand still fit perfectly cupping Klaus’s face, and when he kissed him, they still melted together as if they belonged together. Perhaps they did.

Klaus’s breath tasted of stale cigarettes and from anyone else, it might have been off-putting. But this was Klaus, and Dave was so glad to see him safe at home that even the smoke on his tongue tasted like pure bliss. 

“I love you,” Dave repeated when they broke apart. He’d didn’t think he’d ever get tired of saying that. 

“I love you too.” Klaus looked down with a soft smile, a hint of that rare bashfulness that Dave had always loved. He was so sweet when he didn’t try to hide behind a joke or a distraction. That tenderness, that vulnerability, it was such a gift to get to see it. 

Dave tucked a fallen strand of hair behind Klaus’s ear and lifted his chin with the tips of his fingers. “You know how we talked about getting some little place together somewhere all private and safe where we could wake up next to each other every day?”

Klaus gave a soft chuckle. “Uh-huh. You promised to make me proper bagels for breakfast.”

“I’ll make you whatever you want, baby.” He’d never actually cooked much of anything without his Mom or his aunties ordering him around, but he was sure he could figure it out. If it would make Klaus happy, he’d find a way. He had a second chance to be with Klaus, a chance where they could be safe together, and he wasn’t going to waste that. He’d make Klaus anything his heart desired. Perhaps one day he could even make Klaus his husband. But he was getting ahead of himself. It was too much to ask Klaus to marry him then and there. He didn’t even have a ring, and if he had the chance to do it in this wonderful future, he was going to do it right. He’d never thought much about marriage before, but he was undoubtedly in love with Klaus and this was a world where marrying a man was possible. Suddenly the whole concept seemed much more appealing than it ever had before. There was time for that later, though. There was no rush, and Klaus had been forced to think he was dead for far too long. He needed time to heal first. 

But when Klaus’s smile was so perfect, it was hard not to think about how much he wanted to be with him. “Is this your way of saying you still wanna get that little place together? Because we could. Turns out dear old dad never bothered to write a will, so his money automatically gets split between the six of us once it clears. And I’m not even gonna spend any of it on getting high.”

They’d imagined that life so many times, but it had always been an abstract future, a ‘one day’, a wistful fantasy to help them survive. The idea that it could become real, even if neither of them could have predicted the circumstances, was almost too much. “Of course I want that,” he said, then leant in for another kiss.

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Caramel Skin Under A Purple Rain prt 38 took an abrupt turn that I still don’t know if I want to keep

Life was over as he knew it. Four quintants in the infirmary wasn’t without its dramas. Two seizures due to not being able to take his medication that Daehra had formulated, then finding out that what had been left had been destroyed in case it’d been tainted, followed by two certain annoying visitors left Lance cranky. Keith had been kicked out. Kosmo evicted. His back and hips hurt from constantly sitting up, his stomach felt uncomfortable, his skin itchy from trailing his suspected allergens on him, and Veronica was still a bitch. Throw in a nightmare from Keith where his husband had given him a black eye sending in him into the holy mother of panic attacks, because his messed up mind couldn’t comprehend that it’d been his actual husband who’d punched him and not someone trying to kill him, and Keith’s guilt over it... Lance wasn’t sure he was in better condition than when he arrived there. Veronica had binged all things baby and pregnancy, getting on his case over his weight and lack of eating... which wasn’t his fault. He was on a bland and basic diet while they conducted their allergy tests... from which he learned he’d developed an allergy to the “Solanaceae” family. Whatever that was. On the plus side, he wasn’t allergic to everything, on the not so plus side, he was allergic to everything that made his Mami’s cooking amazing. No more chillies, capsicums, or anything that actually gave good flavour. He had a slight allergy to wheat, the rest were all slight allergies too but to his over dramatic arse, it sucked intergalactic testicles and his life was ruined. The real issue was his newly found allergy to aloe vera. He wasn’t allergic enough to cause anaphylaxis, no, simply allergic enough to cause blotchy red welty hives that drove him crazy. It also explained the reaction he’d had to Krolia’s suggested bubble bath, the main ingredient being aloe vera. Everything else on his list just made him nauseous and, or, vomit, though could worsen and could also be a permanent thing, so he needed to be constantly careful. Krolia had someone working on some kind of scanner for him. Lance strongly felt that that would be Pidge too, yet his mother-in-law didn’t say as much. Keith was worried stupid, yet again, another reason why his husband was evicted. He was taking things badly after hitting him. They’d talked a little over the test results, which preceded Veronica talking all things baby and all the risks that came with having a baby. Somewhere around the talk of signs of symptoms he needed to be paying close attention to, he’d lost his head and started screaming at her. He didn’t need all her facts and figures. That’d started his first seizure. Veronica gone when he woke, while he felt like an arse for yelling at her when she was trying her hardest to understand and to make sure he was educated over things that were “wrong”. Drowsy from his seizure, he’d fallen asleep in Keith’s arms. Keith had them had his nightmare, no doubt thanks to all the shit the doctors and Veronica had put in his head, then mid-panic attack, he’d ended up having his second seizure. He had no memory of the panic attack or seizure, only the lasting pain from his contracting muscles. Keith was on edge from having been constantly left to support him through all the freakin’ tests they’d had to do. Sending him away was the kindest thing Lance could do. If his husband apologised one more time, he was tempted to throw him out the nearest open window. They’d both hit each other before, coming out of attacks or nightmares, so they had a silent “agreement” that though it might feel quiznak, they understood that after all they’d been through, things like this might happen and the best way to get through it was to talk. Keith hadn’t wanted to talk about his nightmare, yet slowly and surely Lance had coaxed it from his husband’s lips, if he had open up about all his messed up dreams and feelings there was no way that Keith wasn’t. He’d been in labour, but instead of pushing out one of their twins, it’d been some octopus thing, which he’d promptly punched in the face. Laughing had been the wrong answer. Keith getting huffy. It was bad enough that his husband seemed scared to cuddle him, afraid he might fall asleep and punch another octopus in his sleep. So his eviction was for his own good... Before his allergy test on the morning of the second day imprisoned, Zethrid and Ezor had come to visit. The pair of them were painfully loud and annoying, though they did bring him the Galra equivalent of a “get well soon” balloon bouquet, buying themselves some good will and favour as the balloons were unexpected and broke the monotony of grey walls. Chatting away with him about the up coming tour, Ezor was merciless as she teased Keith over being “the prince of Daibazaal”. She also teased him over his lack of training, and getting slow and fat because of it. Unable to currently take the joke, Ezor pushed Keith into a “half-shift” where his eyes went yellow and his fingernails began to extend. Until then, Lance had kind of enjoyed the conversation. Not the loudness of it. Ezor and Zethrid both seemed to be speaking as if they thought him deaf, no. It was more the fact that they hadn’t apologised for what happened. They didn’t make a fuss other than the balloons. Nor did they repeatedly ask if he was feeling ok. It was as if they’d simply shrugged their shoulders at the whole matter as it didn’t involve their personal lives. He loved them for it. The pair frog jumping Acxa and Veronica in his mental list. Acxa had wanted to come but understood that he might not want too many visitors so had sent a card... A card he didn’t get until after it’d landed in the hands of Ezor and Zethrid. Ezor had gotten her gum between the fold, and Zethrid had let it be scrunched in her pocket. He couldn’t really be mad about either thing. His siblings had done far worse as they were growing up. The annoying bit came from Ezor’s screechy laugh of Keith’s partial transformation. His anger on behalf of his husband who was dealing with enough as it was. After they’d been politely evicted with a little showmanship, he’d gagged as clamped a hand to his mouth like he was going to vomit causing Ezor to wrinkle her face in disgust and drag her girlfriend away, Keith had brooded in the corner until Krolia came with Shiro at lunch. Noticing how Keith was, Lance had whisper begged Shiro to drag Keith off for a brotherly chat. Keith refused to go, his husband climbing back into bed next to him as if he was having a sit in protest. Shiro had whispered that he’d check in with Keith later that night, to which Lance had asked him to take him back to his room for some rest. After Shiro had left Veronica had visited, in time for the results and it’d all taken a sharp left hand turn into a pile of quiznakking quiznak. The allergy skin testing started. The results came back... and well, everything else happened. Finally escaping, Lance was forced to allow himself to be wheeled back to Keith’s quarters. Keith felt he shouldn’t be walking, while Lance felt that he should keep his mouth shut lest he be returned to the same stupid hospital bed. Having slept in his own bed, Keith seemed refreshed. His skin and hair weren’t as oily as they had been, nor did apologise. There was a spring in his step that Lance was envious of, seeing all his body wanted was for him to go back to sleep. Having come for the walk, Kosmo was on his best behaviour, walking beside the wheelchair so Lance could keep one hand on his back to act as his grounding. The whole time Keith wheeled him, he focused on his breathing rather than the people they passed. His anxieties were trying to get the better of him, as he knew they all must think him a weak failure. Reaching Keith’s quarters, Lance wasn’t sure if he was disappointed or not to find no one waiting. He was finally free, but he had no one to celebrate his freedom with. He wanted to go for a job or even a run. Sparring practice sounded divine, yet his body was too exhausted to do much of anything. It was demanding he slept, despite the sedatives they’d given him so could sleep without tossing and turning. Wheeling him right over to the edge of the bed, Keith put the brakes on. Stubbornly wanting to do things himself, he climbed from the chair then flopped down on Keith’s bed, nuzzling into the blankets that smelt so much of his husband. “Pidge and Hunk suggested a party, but Curtis overruled them. I know it’s not much, but I’m happy you’re back here” Jumping at Keith’s voice, Kosmo yipped as if he’d noticed the action. Teleporting onto the bed the space wolf curled up behind, resting his muzzle on Lance’s hip “Mmm. Me too. It’s fine, honestly. I’m so drowsy I think I’m about to fall back to sleep” “I have to go out for about a varga, will you be ok on your own?” Keith was going out? He was free and now his husband was running away? What was the point of having Keith there if all he was going to do was sleep. It was better Keith was keeping busy and not watching over him... He didn’t especially want to be alone, but having Keith do something that wasn’t related to him was super appealing “Babe, I’m fine. You take as long as you need” “I know you just got out...” “And you know how much I appreciate a good bed. Say “hi” to Mumma K for me. Tell her I want that thing too. She’ll know what it is” Keith gave a hum, then there was a long paused, followed by his husband clicking off the brakes on the wheelchair and the balloon bouquet being evicted to beside the bed “Ok. I’ll try and be back soon” “No n-ne-ed to rush. Love you” “You too” Without so much as a kiss or fussing of the blankets, Keith left him. Yawning again, as he’d done mid-reply, Lance wriggled back against Kosmo, trying not to let Keith leaving bother him. He wasn’t about to admit how touch starved he felt, nor how horny his body decided he needed to be. He needed something to work off this excess energy, but wasn’t sure where to even begin. After a good varga of trying to sleep, Lance gave up. His mind was too sleepy to comprehend words or full sentences, yet he did his best to message both Daehra and Marco and let them know that he and the twins were alright. Words were hard enough when he wasn’t sure what words to use in the first place. Comms and typing didn’t work well, not when he dropped his comms on his face mid-sentence. With his plan for a nap abandoned, he climbed out of bed carefully, Kosmo cautiously following as he shuffled to the bathroom to start running the bath. Jumping up over the side, Kosmo decided he wanted a bath on his own accord, tail wagging as his tongue lolled from his mouth. An exceptionally pleased look on his fur sons face as he stared at him. Without anything else to do, washing Kosmo seemed as good if a plan as any... until Kosmo decided he didn’t actually want a bath. Half soaped up, Kosmo made his escape. Teleporting out the bath, he shook himself off, proceeding to cover everything with water and wrecking the bathroom as he teleported away from Lance who first forced to gingerly find his feet, then hold onto the bathroom counter so he wouldn’t slip in the mess. Not liking being scolded and ordered back in the bath, his only companion gave a yip than deserted him. Unable to rush after him, he opened the door to Keith’s room to find Kosmo rolling about in the middle of the bed. Tired and feeling somewhat hormonal and abandoned, he was soon crying as yelled at Kosmo for making a mess. Not used to being yelled at, Kosmo teleported out the room, leaving Lance to deal with the mess his son had made of everything. Unable to stop himself from “catastrophying” the situation, he wasn’t able to laugh of what had happened like he would have been able to if Keith was there. If his husband had been there, Keith would chased after Kosmo while Lance laughed at the pair of them. Stripping the wet mess of blankets off, he found the sheet had escaped the drenching. Both their pillows were wet from where Kosmo had presumably wiped his nose against them, trying to get the bubbles out from where he’d attempted to eat them. Cold and wet, Lance curled up into himself on the stripped remains of the bed, determined not to call anyone for help. Keith would most likely scold him for trying to wash Kosmo without when, after promising to nap. * Keith felt like an arsehole deserting Lance almost the tick he came out of the infirmary, but it was for his husband’s own good. Lance trusted Daehra with his health, and other than the times he’d been able to voice his own opinions, he’d been stuck taking Galra based medication that hadn’t included anything for his seizures. The two he’d had scared the quiznak out of him. His husband passing two doboshes on both instances. As much as he’d wanted to, and argued for, Keith wasn’t able to bring Daehra to Daibazaal, instead he was overseeing two medical technicians and Daehra instructed them on how to prepare Lance’s morning shakes, as well as the preparation of an injection should Lance go into premature labour again. This was all supposed to have been done before Lance was released, only when Shiro noticed the time he shooed him out. Returning to stand by his adopted brother, Shiro tilted his head slightly as he looked to him “I thought you were picking Lance up?” “He wanted to nap. He’s with Kosmo. Kosmo’s not going to let anything happen to him” “You left him there alone?” “Right now, this more important. He can’t keep having seizures that severe” “He handled his seizures well before. What changed?” “They’ve been worse since he got clean... I think they’ve even gotten worse since he fell pregnant, then again, it might be stress too. Before this... the only time I’d seen him seize before was due to too many drugs in his system. He can’t take pills, it makes him gag. Injections he’s not too fond of either” “I’d say that would be for the best. Have you thought about the baby shower?” Keith didn’t want a baby shower. He didn’t want to have one. Not on Daibazaal. Not on the Atlas. He didn’t want to force the whole thing on Lance. Sure, he wanted to show Lance how loved and supported he was, but Lance didn’t love parties anymore. He was no longer “Lancey-Lance” or “Loverboy Lance”. He was Lance who would rather be working or running a mission than socialising. Besides, all he’d done was come inside his husband, Lance was doing all the hard work of carrying their twins. What would he be doing at the party other than being reminded that he was a “horn dog”? Maybe should he pop a banner up saying “we forgot the contraceptives because we left it to each other, and now we’re having twins, only we don’t know how we’re actually going to deliver them, or if Lance can carry to full term”. It seemed a bit long for a banner. Lance would probably be pissed at him if he did. “I don’t think Lance would want a baby shower” Shiro frowned deeply “Are you sure? With everything happening, I think it’d be a nice gesture” “I’m not even sure he’s coping with being pregnant, let alone up for making a fuss over it” “Then this could be what he needs. To see that no one thinks and less of him” “Other than Hunk...” Things with Hunk were so awkward that Keith wanted to grab both he and his husband and smack their heads together “This shower may be for Lance, but I’m thinking of Hunk too. You haven’t been on the Atlas, he’s been baking” Crossing his arms and squaring his shoulders, Keith tried to ignore the pull of sympathy tugging on his heart “Hunk’s always baking” “He’s been baking enough for there to be left overs, despite the size of the crew. The tick he heard about Lance’s allergies, he’s started baking a whole new range of allergy friendly things, then works himself up thinking Lance will reject him if he tried to talk to him. He doesn’t understand how they drifted so far apart, and he also misses him” “Then he shouldn’t have thrown his friendship with him away. You know how hard it’s been to get Lance to let you all back in” “He seems alright with Pidge” A dry huff of laughter escaped Keith’s lips “Then you don’t know him very well. He’s trying to do the right thing by everyone but himself. He gets paranoid when he’s talking to her, thinks he’s going to say the wrong thing or that Pidge is only looking for information over how he managed to fall pregnant. He’s only here because of me, but he’s made it abundantly clear that if I fuck up again, he’s gone” “I doubt he’d actually leave. He adores you” “And what have I done for him? I gave him a black eye. Made him feel like a slut over being raped and accused him of cheating on me with you. I don’t know why, but when we’re with everyone, it all seems to fall apart. I’m exhausted. He’s exhausted. He’s only doing this tour for me. He’s doing all of this for me” “Then you should let us do this for him. I know Coran would love to be there. He’s been calling for daily updates since the attack. He wanted to come but you were having enough trouble with your Galra side” “It’s not like I wanted to be like that. I couldn’t calm down with him hurt. I’m sick to death of seeing him hurt. I’m sick to death of him holding his tongue and letting himself be hurt further. I don’t think a baby shower is a good idea. He wouldn’t want the fuss” “He might not want it, but I think he’d cherish the memories when he’s not feeling so depressed. He wants nothing more than to want this. He wants his twins. He wants to know that it’s ok for him to want this, and that there’s nothing wrong with him for wanting it. I saw him on Erathus. I saw the way his hand went to his stomach each time he saw a child or something in a passing store that he thought would be perfect for your children. He’s not comfortable in his own skin, and he won’t be until he accepts that we all still care about him” Keith was struck dumb. Lance was around 16 movements... or weeks... he’d have to do the math again after their stay at the outpost. His husband wasn’t comfortable. He knew that. He knew that his changing body left Lance frustrated and confused. His husband always wanted a family and now his anxieties were hampering his happiness. These were their twins. With their tiny hands and noses... the way they seemed to be sucking on their thumbs in the scan... God. He’s pay good GAC to see Lance happy over them again. “I want him to be happy” “I know you do” “If I say yes, can we give it a few quintants? He’s still shaken by the attack” “We have about a movement before we’ll make another formal announcement over the tour. Then it should start within a couple of quintants. Is there anything in particular you guys want or need?” Keith closed his eyes, racking his brain before opening his eyes at the memory “A chest of drawers. For the outpost. We’ve got blankets, clothes and soft toys, but the wardrobe wasn’t quite right” “I think I can manage that. Have you got a change mat?” “I don’t think so?” Keith’s tone was one of questioning confusion. He’d neglected the baby book with everything that had happened. He didn’t understand why people needed change tables and all the fancy things if it was literally a place for changing poopy nappies “I’ll talk to Curtis, and to Hunk. Shay’s worried over both of them. She doesn’t want Lance to feel awkward over helping her with Earth wedding things” For all his awkwardness with words, Keith was certain that all of this could have been sorted sooner if Hunk or Shay had come to them to talk about things. Lance wouldn’t be miserable and Hunk wouldn’t be baking Shiro out of the Atlas “I’m sure he’d be happy to have something to do. He can’t sit still. It’ll distract him from the tour” “Plus, he’ll be ready for when Curtis asks him to be part of his wedding party” Taking half a step back, Keith gaped at his adoptive brother. Laughing at his reaction, Shiro clamped his robotic hand down on Keith’s left shoulder “I haven’t asked him yet. We have talked about it though. Two more years, then retirement. Two years is more realistic than hoping to retire by this time next year, plus, it’ll give us time to make sure Veronica is adequately trained to accept the position” Recovering, Keith nodded. Everyone was growing and moving on. The ugly feeling of abandonment reared its unwanted head. There was a time when everyone moved on, their relationship wasn’t through blood... But if anyone deserved the “happily ever after” it was Shiro... Veronica stepping up as commander barely registered “That’s great, man” Shiro let his shock slide, knowing him his brother already knew where his mind had gone “Maybe it’ll help if you two marry again, and... you know have an actual ceremony with your friends. So we can watch, and laugh...” “We might not have known we were married, but I wouldn’t change that night” Lance was so happy. The wine had been awful, and Annla had tricked them both, but Lance had been so happy with their union “Think about the rest of us. You would have been a nervous wreck if you’d known what was going on” “I’m not sure I know what’s going on, even now” “You should have more faith” “Keith? Are you paying attention? Of course you’re not. I am trying to talk to you” On the screen at the end of the lab, Daehra was glaring at both he and Shiro. Daehra’s “Mum” look was enough to make him shift his weight in guilt. He’d insisted on overseeing Lance’s medication being created, yet let himself be distracted by his brother. He should have just had Shiro take the Atlas out to the outpost and picked up personally. It’d all have been faster and simpler than this “Sorry, Daehra” “As you should be. I have been trying to tell you Lance just sent me a message. I’m afraid it doesn’t make much sense” Keith cleared his throat “He was pretty tired. He was going for a nap” Glancing down, Daehra’s lips moved as she silently reread the message “That’s makes sense now. Please tell him to sleep, then to reread his message. I’m not completely sure, but I do believe that “Keith estupido” translates to stupid Keith . I really do wish he’d teach me at least a little Spanish. His full message reads “Keith, ese estúpido esposo mío no está aquí, estoy tan cansado. Te llamaré después de haber tomado una siesta”. I’m sure he’s going to have a laugh at that one... whatever that means” Daehra butchered the Spanish so spectacularly that Keith couldn’t find it in him to be mad. He might not be all that great at Spanish, yet he knew enough to know “siesta” was a “sleep”? or a “nap”? “He said he’s tired and going to take a nap before he calls you. And that Keith isn’t with him” Daehra huffed out a sigh at Shiro. Keith felt annoyed at his own shortcomings with the language of his family “He should have said that then. Marco is busy with Lucteal. They’ve gone to visit with Yule... You’re both terrible at keeping us in the loop. Marco found out that Lance had been attacked while watching the live stream. Miriam’s call was another three vargas later, and that was because Krolia had called her. Wherever he is, he’s always finding trouble” “I’m sorry, Dae. Things here have been hectic. You’re right though. I promise to have Lance call you” “Good. Three movements with very little news over both of you is not good for ones nerves. Marco has the same flare for dramatics as his brother” “I don’t know about that...” “Then try living with him. Now, the compound is nearly complete. Make sure he resumes the same daily routine as before. The injection requires another varga until it’s completion. There is enough for three doses, all to be injected preferably into his thigh. I am entrusting the injections to you, and I want a copy of his latest medical reports for my files” “I’ll ask Krolia how to go about sending them through. If Marco’s being too annoying, we can always transfer him out here with us” Despite Acxa basically being his sister, Keith would trade Marco for Veronica happily. Veronica’s love caused continual head butting, whereas once Marco had cooled his heels, he and Lance had gone back to being tight “He has his moments. He’s not as natural around here as Lance was, nor is he that adept working trade, yet things are running smoothly... mostly. We’ve taken on the two staff Lance authorised for me, there is a more detailed report on his comms, in accompaniment with his movement report. I know there’s no use, but please tell him not to worry. The outpost is still functioning, which is the main thing” “Good. I guess we’ll see you... maybe during the tour? Of after...” “We’re all looking forward to seeing you and he on screen. You never look comfortable in front of the camera. It is quite entertaining” “Remind me again, why exactly have I missed you?” Daehra shrugged her shoulders “It’s not my fault you left with Lance. Please make sure he rests before you call” Doing his best impression of Lance, Keith put his his hands on hips as over exaggerated the sass in his simple reply “Yes, Dae. I wouldn’t dream of letting my husband rest. I’m so relieved you gave me this vital suggestion” Nudging him, Shiro shot him a scowl “Ignore him, Daehra. He’s been in a mood since the attack. Thank you for this, we’re all worried over Lance’s seizures. I’m sure you must have work to do, so we’ll let you get back to it. Thanks again, right, Keith?” Daehra looked amused. They’d moved past politeness into a comfortable banter like relationship “Yeah. Right. Thanks, Dae. I’ll talk to you later” “Bye, Keith. Thank you, Shiro. I’m happy our idiots have someone with a brain cell looking after them” Daehra cut the call as Shiro turned to him “Would it hurt you to be polite to your friends?” “You have no idea what you’ve just done. She’s never going to let me live this down” “What did I do? Unlike you, I was polite” Keith sighed “That’s just it. Daehra and I are past the polite stage. She’s nearly as sassy as Lance. Did you see how happy she was that you were scolding me? She’s a monster” Shiro rolled his eyes at him “I’m sure you’re imagining all of this. She’s a perfectly nice young lady” “Riiight. This coming from “Silver Fox”. Of course you can do no wrong. She doesn’t know you like I do” “What’s that supposed to mean?” “You’re too polite for my good. I’m going to stay, but you can go ahead if you want. I doubt Lance will take anything that I took my eyes off” “Do you mind if stop in to check on Lance. If he’s sleeping I’ll leave him sleeping” It’d kind of been a douche move to leave Lance the moment he got out of the infirmary... He’d wanted a nap, and Keith didn’t want to interfere with his husband resting. Unconsciously his top lip curled up slightly so he was baring his teeth at his brother “No waking him up if he’s sleeping and no complaining if Kosmo bites you” Shiro held his hands up in surrender “I’m simply going to make sure he’s not upset that you’re not there. I’m not going to bring the baby shower up... or the attack” “Make sure you don’t. He hasn’t taken his medication. I want him resting as much as possible before the tour begins. The last thing we need is him having a public seizure. He’d feel too guilty to carry on in public if he thought he’d insulted our hosts” “I really hope you didn’t say it to him like that. You know he can’t control his seizures” “Like what? You know he anxious he gets over things” “Saying it like that sounds pretty accusatory. Think about it, it’ll come to you. I’m going to head off now. I’ll see you later” Keith was stuck brooding on his wording. Lance would be crippled emotionally if he thought he’d insulted the people they were visiting or scared them with a seizure... What was wrong with his wording? He was worried for his husband, so he didn’t want him having a seizure and being upset... So why had Shiro told him to think about his words? He simply didn’t understand how it could be accusatory. He wasn’t accusing Lance of intentionally having a seizure... Deciding he was getting nowhere, Keith kept himself in a self hug as he watched Lance’s injections being synthesised. * Cold and annoyed, Lance wasn’t impressed with his fur son at all. After huffing off, the Cuban had thought he wouldn’t be seeing the cause of his current troubles so soon. Either sulky because he’d been sent back to the human who’d growled at him, or miserable because his fur was soapy, Keith’s wolf had teleported back half a varga or so after he’d given up on life and proceeded to sulk on the stripped bed. With Kosmo’s cold body against his, Lance was left shivering, not game to venture back into the wet bathroom, nor was interested in playing games with Kosmo over bath time. Disturbed by a soft knock on his door, Kosmo’s lazy arse didn’t move as Lance failed to reply. If it wasn’t Keith, he wasn’t sure he wanted to see them, or for anyone to see how badly he’d messed up immediately upon release. With a soft “swoosh” the bedroom door opened, with the figure at the doorway clearing their throat “Lance? Are you awake? Something seems to have happened to your room” Shiro’s voice was soft and level, Lance hating how happy it made him to have someone come check on him, despite the fact it wasn’t Keith. Up until the moment had spoken he’d wanted to be alone in his misery, now he couldn’t be more grateful to Shiro for being there. Slowly pushing himself up, Lance blinked his eyes clear before sighing softly to himself. His clothes were damp, smelling like wet dog... said wet “dog” wore an expression of shame, though Lance wasn’t ready to forgive him quite so readily “Hey, Shiro... yeah, I’m awake. Sorry the room’s a mess... things... things went to quiznak” Moving his hands to his stomach, Lance drew his legs up to cross them. Shiro moving across the room to sit on the edge of the bed, taking the unsaid invitation in his stride “Want to tell me what happened?” “Kosmo hijacked my bath, then decided halfway through he didn’t want a bath” Receiving no love from Lance, Kosmo dragged himself up with exaggerated patheticness as he settled with his head next to Shiro’s leg “Ah. That explains a few things. Keith said you were going to nap?” “One of the joys of pregnancy I’ve learned that sometimes, no matter how quiznakking tired you are, sleep refuses to come. Plus... I’ve already messed everything up” With a soft smile, Shiro shook his head “Not everything. I’ve got some time if you want some help? Maybe we can get everything sorted before Keith comes back? I can hold him while you wash him” For an instant Lance’s mind went to “Shiro holding Keith while Lance bathed him like a dog”, before his thoughts kindly reminded him that Shiro meant Kosmo “The bathroom’s too wet... Keith would kill me if I ended up back in the infirmary so soon” With a laugh, Shiro held an arm out. Lance completely uncoordinated as he climbed from his spot to hug his brother-in-law. It wasn’t as good as a Keith hug, but fuck if he didn’t need a hug. Hiding his face against Shiro’s shoulder, he let out a shaky breath “Thank you... Keith left so soon... and I think he’s mad at me” “Nah. He’s not mad at you. He was in the middle of something, and thought you’d be napping while he took care of it. Nothing bad. When he’s done he’s coming straight back” “Are you sure?” “I promise you he’s not mad. I’ll take Kosmo for his bath. Are you up for helping?” “I don’t want him to see how I fucked up so fast” “You didn’t “fuck up”. Kosmo’s the one who’s in trouble here. Bathing him may not have been the best idea, but you did say he stole your bath. How about I get you fresh clothes to begin with? I’ll washing him while you get changed then we’ll sort your bed out together. Keith’s not going to be back for another varga. That’s plenty of time to get things straightened out” A varga seemed like a lifetime. He didn’t trust his body not to decide to betray him. All the wanted now was to cuddle with his husband. He’d wanted to clean, but it’d been too much effort alone, leaving him mentally dreading a confrontation or scolding when he wanted Keith so badly. Hugging Shiro had killed his libido the moment his arms had wrapped around the older man. His instincts said Shiro wasn’t “safe”, not like Keith, though it wasn’t like he’d been planning on sleeping with Shiro as it was “Thank you. I didn’t mean to cause all this chaos” “Lance, trust me, if you’d seen the state of mine and Curtis’s room, you’d know this is nothing. I’ve left it worse... and learned my lesson for it... though it might have taken a while” Lance wrinkled his face, pushing Shiro away as he did “I don’t need to know about your kinks. Gross. You’re my Space Dad” “There was nothing kinky about waking to find each of my dirty socks collected and left by my face. The point I was trying to make is that Keith is less scary than Curtis over mess” “Curtis is domesticated. He’s too good for the three of us” “That he is. I’m happy you like him so much” “He’s kind of easy. I mean... he knew and he accepted things. He didn’t pry or try to pry... and when I talked, he actually listened. It meant a lot to me” “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you have a crush” Lance rolled his eyes “Nope. Moment over. He’s all yours. I leave the demon mutt to you. I’ve got clothes in the bedside drawers here... I think. I’ve at least got underwear in there and that’s a start” Reaching out, Shiro ruffled his hair “That it is. Call me if you need help? I really don’t...” Brushing Shiro off, he reminded himself that he had to do better than he had been. He was being too clingy, needing too much attention. Shiro would be in the next room and he wasn’t so much of an invalid that he needed everything done for him “I’ll manage. I’d rather Kosmo be washed off properly. I don’t want him making more of a mess with his sulking back to our bed” Shiro flexed his robotic arm “I’ve got this” Shiro did not “have this”. Kosmo simply teleported around the bathroom with Shiro’s robotic hand still firmly holding onto Kosmo collar. Their precious varga passed with Shiro attempting to corral Kosmo, while Lance was sitting on the toilet lid enjoying the show. He didn’t enjoy Kosmo further messing up the bathroom, but he did enjoy knowing he wasn’t the only one Kosmo was misbehaving for. Lance harboured no doubts that if Shiro had wanted, he easily could have brought Kosmo back under control. Yet, Shiro let the silly scene play out, Kosmo thinking it all a game teleported to his side then teleported them both into the bath where Shiro promptly lost his footing causing him to fall into the bubbles. Coming up, he looked unimpressed, leading to Lance laughing so hard he was wheezing. Licking at his face, Kosmo settled himself down in Shiro’s lap triumphantly “Lance, this isn’t funny. He’s a menace” With his face burning hot, Lance could only shake his head. A tick or two passing before Shiro started laughing too. The pair of them laughing like idiots over the shenanigans that’d crippled Lance with anxiety earlier. Not that he’d gone swimming with Kosmo, nor had his robotic arm gone for a ride on Kosmo’s collar. Laughing until his stomach hurt and he’d slightly wet himself, Lance couldn’t glance Shiro’s way as each time he did fresh laughter bubbled up. That was how Keith found them. Opening the bathroom door, Keith stepped into chaos. In the bath Shiro was recovering better than him, deciding that if he was going to be soaked, he might as well be soaked and washing Kosmo as he did. Raising an eyebrow, his husband crossed his arms “What the quiznak is going on here?” Lance sucked in his bottom lip, his body shaking slightly from the repressed laughter “Hey, Keith. The thing is... we were going to bath Kosmo... but I think I’m the one who ended up having the bath instead” A squeak escaped, Keith’s eyes flashing from Shiro to him “Babe? I thought you wanted to take a nap. Why’s the bed wet and why are you sitting on the toilet?” “I’m... Kosmo decided that he wanted a bath and didn’t at the same time. You should have seen it... he had Shiro’s arm...” Doubling over in laughter, his stomach cramped painfully, he wanted to stop laughing but couldn’t get the image of Shiro’s arm out of his head “What he means is, Kosmo attempted to steal my arm mid bath. He messed up the bed trying to escape, so we got him back into the bathroom then this happened” Keith sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he closed his eyes and shook his head for a tick, before fixing his gaze almost coldly on his brother “I thought I told you to let him sleep. Not get him all worked up” A chill ran down Lance’s spine as his laughter came to an abrupt halt. Why was Keith so mad when the situation was clearly hilarious “Lance was awake when I got here. He couldn’t sleep, and Kosmo hijacked the bath he was going to have. That’s why we tried to give him a bath” “Babe, you know you need to be resting. I trusted that you wanted to nap” “I did, but I had too much energy. Shiro didn’t do anything wrong. He was trying to get the shampoo out of Kosmo‘s fur when Kosmo turned it into a game. I’ve been sitting over here” “And what if you’d had a seizure while they were messing about?” Lance’s heart gave an uncomfortable beat. He hadn’t really thought about having a seizure while sitting. He’d thought himself kind of safe because he was simply watching and not overexerting himself. Keith should know better than to think he was looking to hurt himself or the twins. He was doing his best and trying his hardest to ignore all his past impulses, not wanting to cause his husband any unnecessary pain or worry “Kosmo’s good at warning me, and I’m already sitting. The real question is why are you so mad? No one got hurt... the bed and the bathroom got a little wet, and Shiro was arm-napped, but I wasn’t hurt” “But you could have been. I made sure everything was perfect for you, and now I come back to our room destroyed and you... you don’t laugh like that when I’m around. I had this planned in my head and this wasn’t the plan... you... I spent the morning synthesising your medication with Daehra on call... and I come back to you having fun with my brother” Lance’s hurt swayed to anger, then to bitterly hurt anger with tears. How many times did he have to tell Keith nothing was going on? “Newsflash, you dumped me here and left. You didn’t explain where you were going, only that you had to go out again. I wanted to come back here and cuddle my husband who started neglecting himself because he was too caught up in looking after me. And I wanted to hold you and make sure you were ok. That you were feeling better and make sure you understood I only did it because I was worried about your stupid mulleted arse. I’m sorry I’m such a goddamn burden to you and I’m sorry that I was happy when Shiro came to see me because I was fucking lonely. I’m sorry I can’t even wash your wolf properly. That I let him teleport out to your bed where he rolled around. I’m sorry I didn’t clean up your precious bathroom because I didn’t want to fucking slip and cost you your kids. I’m sorry that I can’t do anything fucking right... all I want is to be good for you, but I’m fucking useless” Clutching his stomach, Lance was well aware that he was ugly crying over his baby bump. Why was he in trouble? If Keith had been here for all the shenanigans Kosmo had put Shiro through, he would have been laughing just as hard as that “Babe... that not what I was saying. I was worried about you. You haven’t had your medication in days...” “So because I’m fucked up you don’t want to k-know m-me if I’m not drugged?” “I’m not saying that. Please, you need to calm down...” “Fuck you! Fuck you and your dick! You knocked me up! I’m doing everything I can for your kids... maybe they should have just killed the three of us...” His words were a bitter poison that choked his throat and stung at his tongue. He didn’t want to be saying these things. Keith swayed on the spot, a hand going to the door frame as Shiro stood up in the bath tub “Don’t... you don’t... you don’t mean that. You don’t mean that, Lance. We’re supposed to be starting a family” “Some fucking family when your husband’s a whore! Go fuck Krystaal! He’s in love with you and you’ve obvious got a crush on him! Go be happy with him! He doesn’t burden you like I do!” “I don’t have a crush on Krystaal! This is why I didn’t tell you he was a guy! Because I knew you’d be like this!” “What? Jealous that he’s everything I’m not!?” “No, because you get it in your head that you’re worthless then tell me to go him! What am I supposed to do, Lance? All I want is you to be happy!” Lance let out a raspy sob, his hands moving from his stomach to wipe at his face “That’s what I want too. I’m sick of us fighting! I’m sick of it! I want my husband back! The man who knew I trusted him, and that he was the only person I want to be with! I just want my husband back... I want to be happy with you again... not ruining your life all the time...” Taking the few steps across the space, Keith went to take his hand, Lance snatching it back before he could “Babe... I don’t want to fight either. I’m worried about you” Dios. Why did he have to worry? Everything had been fine until he’d left him. He’d been bad. He didn’t deserve Keith’s love “Don’t touch me. I don’t want you to touch me” If Keith touched him, he’d cave. He’d throw himself into the embrace and cry it all out on Keith’s shoulder “I love you. I’m sorry. I’m scared you’re going to have another seizure and you’re going to end up hurt” “It was fine until you came back. I’m sorry you I couldn’t fall asleep. I’ll... I’ll organise something. Somewhere to stay until the tour... I was feeling so lonely without you, but now it hurts so bad I don’t know if I can look at you” “I’m sorry...” “You don’t have to apologise to something like me. Shiro, can I stay on the Atlas... actually, never mind. I’ll ask Krolia to let me go to Altea. I’m sorry...” With great pain, Lance rose to his feet, ignoring avoiding Keith as he tried to help. They’d been so on top of each other since they’d gotten back together that they’d been smothering each other without knowing. Or at least Lance knew he was smothering Keith by needing his constant love and support. All he’d done was continually stuff up. “Babe... please. You haven’t done anything wrong. I’m the one who did. I didn’t listen about the photos. I didn’t listen about the photos with Klearo. I told you I trust your gut then chose the easy way out because I was scared of the truth. I’m fucking terrified of you leaving me. I get so scared that I get angry... and jealous... because... because you’re my husband. You’re my husband and I can’t make everything better for you. I hate it. I hate you not being you. Everyone fucking shattered you, and you still put us all first. You... you were my friend... and I didn’t even care about your feelings when I came back. I noticed things were different and I ran from it because I didn’t know what to say because I loved you... and I was so cruel to you. You’ve been working so hard and I’ve done nothing. I’m not a better leader. I’m not a good husband. I still hate public and formal events and I’m happy to dump the royal duties on my unborn sibling. I don’t know how to be... me. I don’t want to hurt you. I want to spend every morning waking up with you. I want to hold you. I want to see new things out there in space with you. I want to see the way your face lights up... I... I love you... I’ve loved you for so long...” “The person you fell in love with no longer exists. Everything that happened to me, I deserved... everyone simply noticed how unworthy I was before you. Now you’re seeing it, but you don’t know how to leave...” Their was an air of indifference in Lance’s tone. His heart was breaking at his husband’s words. He knew Keith had his issues. He knew Keith was terrified but this clinging thing... it... it was held together with duct tape and paper clips. Keith was working his hardest, but it seemed lately all it took was a few misspoken words and the same fight would flare into life. The Atlas would have been preferable to Daibazaal purely because it would have been easier to lift a ship under Shiro’s nose rather than the whole Galra empire. Krolia understood what Keith was going through... his step mother would stress and want them to talk it out. He’d used all his spare time while recovering sleeping, rewatching the attack, and worrying over Keith’s state of mind, and the way he’d given up and neglected himself. That wasn’t what he wanted. He wanted Keith to be able to do his own thing. To chase after his dreams “... I’m going to find Mumma K. Shiro, can you please not tell Veronica about any of this. Mami has enough to worry about. And take care of Keith. He really needs a friend” Shuffling out the bathroom, Lance left everything where it was. He vaguely remembered how to get to Krolia’s quarters, and if he got lost, he was sure to find someone who could direct him to her. Besides, he may get lucky and be assassinated before he could ruin things for Keith further.

[axiang-n-chengling-s-dads]

Why is S4 Fucky

I know we've probably waxed poetic about this, but I needed to clear it all so that I can work in the theories.

Also @delorb thought that Johnlockers only disliked s4 because of no canon Johnlock, so to them and all the others who think so, here's why s4 was fucky.

TST

1. Sherlock says to John and Mary that he knows exactly what he's going to do, but says doesn't really know about it to the govt officials.

2. Sherlock's behaviour towards Mary is weird at best, showing WAY too much affection for someone who literally tried to kill him.

3. And he's suddenly trading John for Mary on a case? I mean the three eventually go together on it, but he says that she's better than him, when last episode he was literally praising John (pretty damn smart) in his MP.

4. John is writing his blog but it's actually a .jpg file??? Like did literally no one on the editiing team notice just HOW noticeable that was?

5. Sherlock forgets whether the victim was a girl or a boy (your daughter... Sorry- son.) Smartest guy around indeed.

6. Mary jumps in front of the bullet, so since SHE has he time to do so, Sherlock would have had the time to jump away, and yet the greatest consulting detective of all time couldn't figure that out? Also, Moftiss broke their OWN rules that they'd made, making Mary's death too dramatized ( a bit spurt of blood and you do flying backwards)?? Why?

7. John is somehow blaming Sherlock completely for it, and giving him a note via Molly that we don't ever get to read. Mary in his head and a goddamn angel all of a sudden?

8. Also, John Watson, literally known for his loyalty, apparently cheats on his wife? (Though we're still expected to root for their marriage and believe it was a happy one?)

TLD

8. Mary sends a 'Miss me?' Note (What IS that all about? Constantly comparing her to Moriarty if they don't want us to make that connection?)

9. Sherlock is high As a kite, about to OD, and John cant be FUCKING BOTHERED TO EVEN CHECK UP ON HIM? Ruining a character arc much?

10. Also, Eurus dressing up like John for Sherlock and Sherlock for John (all dark haired, mysterious, and doesn't do this with OTHER people but she'll make an exception for John?) To LURE them. Ok. Ok.

11. "Is cup of tea code?" Like why do they fuck us up like that?

12. Culverton Smith is literally dressed up like John?

13. John is beating the SHIT OUT OF SHERLOCK? John Watson who once punched an officer who called Sherlock a freak? Hitting Sherlock until he has to be admitted to the hospital?

14. John doesn't even THINK of saving Sherlock unless Mary tells him thorough a CD? HOW did the two survive before she told them how to breathe?

15. The whole the Hug™ scene just... God. And Irene still making John jealous? This isn't really a point but that scene made me teary...

16. Eurus shooting John with a gun that was definitely NOT a tranquilizer, and then we have NO EXPLANATION of what happened next? Are we supposed to forget it ever happened? Please tell me.

TFP

15. Please don't even get me started on this one. WHAT WERE THEY THINKING?

16. Again we start with this weird horror house thing and we have no explanation to how things progressed till here?

17. Mycroft talking about the whole Secret Sibling Story™ like Henry Knight in THoB except Sherlock DELETED an entire person from their life who lived with him for years and not just one tiny scene of his life.

18. Eurus being able to get out of Sherrinford but still going back in????? WHAT? WHY?

19. There is a motion sensing bomb. Which grey escape alive. By jumping out of the fucking window. Ok. Fuck pHysics. I get it.

20. Sherrinford is shaped like a heart... Seriously look.

21. They write an entire message on the sand in big ass letters and the most secure place ever doesn't notice?

22. Sherlock not realizing there's NOT a glass in front of him when he's literally two cms away from it? The audience I understand, because of their cinematography (brilliantly done, btw, but lacking logic. Also if we've come to that point. EURUS' THREE DISGUISES WERE MIND BLOWING i didn't have a single fucking idea they were the same person)

23. Sherlock not listening to John when he says Vatican Cameos? Thank you Moftiss for properly destroying their friendship arc.

24. Also those torture rooms were more of a torture for John that Sherlock? Anyways.

25. Eurus connects them on the phone with a little girl, but the girl was actually in her head. So who were they talking to???? Can Eurus also change her voice to a tiny girls? Ok.

26. Apparently Eurus and Moriarty planned all of this in five minutes? In which they just basically creepily mirrored each other's actions and eye-fucked? And Moriarty made all these recordings before his death? Like he knew all of this was going to happen, and her Eurus only did all of this years after his death? Why the delay?

27. (Also NONE of the Johnlock fans wanted the ILY scene to have been with John instead of Molly, and here's why: )

28. The whole shoot either John or Mycroft was really painful, but anyways. Now they're apparently transported to Sherlock's Childhood home and Eurus is able to have people make fake walls all around? Wow that's pretty resourceful.

29. Also the place has a fake dog bowl labelled 'Redbeard' so either Victor Trevor ate out of a dog bowl or Eurus knew Sherlock hasn't figured it out. But that can't be possible, because when Sherlock entered she was amused that he still didn't know ('oh, you still don't know about Redbeard do you?.)

30. John is in a well, and is chained to the said well, though later in the episode he climbs out of it with a rope, because the chain fucking dissolved in the water?

31. Also, John in Sherlock's head could break every bone of a persons body while naming them, but this real John can't tell if he's looking at HUMAN OR ANIMAL bones? Did Moftiss have a personal vendetta against John to destroy him so completely?

32. Also when John is about to die in the well, Sherlock's only response is 'Try not to drown?' The same Sherlock, who,in TEH, stole an motorcycle, rode all the way to a bonfire, jumped into the fucking fire to save John, all bbecause of a text. Wow. Are the same people writing the show anymore?

33. Also a point worth noting. Mycroft sends Sherlock to Eurus, who knows the truth about redbeard, and who could catch him unaware by the fact that he's actually a HUMAN and not a dog, without telling him the truth. Or did Mycroft also repress his memory and turn him into a dog?

34. We save the little girl (with whom we'd been talking on the phone) in eurus head, and eurus too, who wanted to kill Sherlock, but that's cool, everyone near him is trying to do that these days.

35. Sherlock and Eurus are now best mates (and hopefully she wont try to kill him again, but that's okay) and her family visits her, baker street is okay really, like what bomb ever exploded? Just the mirrors broken a and the wallpaper needs replacing that's it.

36. Also, Mary the Dictator is back at it again, telling John and Sherlock how to live, along witH little messages like (I know what you two could be if I'm not there) and life at baker street is back to normal. (Also John never really apologised to Sherlock for beating him to death, but then again, everyone tries to do him in these days.)

37. Also no one talks about the trauma, or literally anything that happened?

38. Also everyone was wearing blue and EVERYTHING was blue until the last few scenes?

Of course this may be just bad writing, but I find it hard to believe that. Maybe there's another reason?

Please feel free to add, or discuss.

[thefloatingstone]

Reminder;

Ross’ parents absolutely spoiled and doted on him when he and Monica were growing up since Ross was a ‘good student’ and constantly used as an example by his parents to Monica, who was overweight as a child, in terms of ‘why can’t you be more like your brother?’

This was only made worse when Ross became an archaeologist and got a PHD, effectively making him not only a ‘doctor’ (although not a medical one) but also giving him a high paying job. Ross was also the sibling that got married first AND gave his parents a grandchild, something they desperately wanted because Ross’ parents are the worst.

Meanwhile, Monica grew up CONSTANTLY trying to EARN her parents’ love and approval. Although he parents were not hateful towards her, her mother especially was one of those people who would only give Monica backhanded compliments or passive aggresive remarks revolving around literally everything in her life. As a child it was her weight, as a teenager it was her weight and the fact that she wasn’t popular with boys, as a young adult after she dropped the weight, it became her love life and her career (she starts the show as a part-time chef) and so it goes on and on and on, where literally NOTHING Monica has ever done in her life is good enough for her mother.

As a result, Monica has codependency issues and even more strongly is extremely neurotic and has a slight “perfectionist” streak to her (read borderline OCD)

Meanwhile Ross grows up as the favourite child and coddled by his mother as a ‘perfect son’. He gets a PHD and gets a high paying job and marries and has a child.

And THEN right at the start of the show it all falls apart. His wife comes out as a lesbian and divorces Ross and gets custody of his son. Ross mopes about this but as soon as Rachel walks back into the picture (who he had a crush on since they were teenagers) he basically IMMEDIATELY stops moping about his failed marriage and seeks out to “win” Rachel.

Ross is actually an incredibly well written character, but unfortunately he is an absolutely terrible person. As a child essentially “competing” with his sister for their parents’ affection and perfectly ok with her getting belittled as they grew u because it meant he could gain the praise. Ross is a spoiled boy who grew up into a spoiled man who is incredibly immature and cannot emotionally handle it when he is denied something he wants. (often times the affection of a women he is romantically interested in). So when he doesn’t get what he wants, he deflects all blame in the situation (something he does CONSTANTLY throughout the show.) having endless excuses for WHY things turn out the way they do (and its never his fault, obviously) or how his actions were actually completely justified, or why he should be forgiven (without EVER really apologising for some really horrible things) or victim blaming the person angry with him when he does something horrible.

Whether never taking responsibility for cheating on Rachel when they were taking some time apart. (I don’t remember if he EVER aplogises for this, as it becomes a running joke for YEARS of him insisting “we were on a break!” as if that excuses him) or the list he made as to “which girl he should date”. As well as a slew of other things like freaking the fuck out when his 4 year old son enjoys playing with a Barbie more than “boy toys”.

Ross is the perfect example of... well....

a spoiled man who grew up being taught everything should be GIVEN to him and nothing is his fault, and as an adult he projects this belief onto women.

And believe it or not, while F.R.I.E.N.D.S. was airing on television, Ross and Rachel was “the most popular couple” on the show.

ffs....

And before anyone who doesn’t watch the show asks no. NONE of the other men in the show are like this. And Ross actually and FREQUENTLY gets called out on his bullshit.

Joey, who is at first shown as a not-to-bright lady’s man and a bit of a perv, grew up with 7 sisters and despite the fact that he enjoys short-term flings has shown more respect for women than Ross ever has. To the point where when HE and Rachel develop feelings for each other, they date for a very brie period before realising they were too close as friends for a romantic situation to work. So they break up and remain exactly the same as they were before the brief period of dating. With Joey never breathing a word of disappointment about it.

Chandler on the other hand grew up with his father who is.... very very gay. Chandler is not gay at all, but is constantly mistaken for gay by people who don’t know him to well. He has very feminine tastes and picked up a few mannerisms, but despite this only has interest in women. However, because he’s an anxious mess, he struggles committing and for a long time is in constant fear that he’ll end up an old man completely alone (which causes him to run back to old, bad relationships). But he never blames the women he dates for his problem. He even complains that he “purposefully finds things that are wrong with the women he dates just so he has an excuse not to commit to a relationship” and laments his OWN issues.

Anyway my point is; Ross is the worst and its not because the show is somehow trying to portray him as a misunderstood romantic lead. He is very purposefully written to BE the worst.

Ross embodies all the worst parts of “that guy I use to date and now can’t stand and I have no idea what I saw in him”.

tldr; if you haven’t watched F.R.I.E.N.D.S. and have no idea why people hate Ross... it’s because he is way too accurate to some dudes in real life.

[ruinmylifc]

[ muse #1 ] ●● is that cillian murphy? no, that’s just dante armstrong, the 45 year old cismale who is a 𝐅𝐁𝐈 𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓. some say they’re self-destructive & unpredictable, but their family and friends will swear they’re efficient & candid. when i think of them, i think of at least sleepless nights, bullet proof vests, movie nights with the family, confidential case files, last minute therapy sessions, hidden gun holsters, sunday night roasts, clean shaves. i wonder if his family knows that 𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐀 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑. ●●

yeah, i did another thing and this one is gonna stick bc well... if you look under the cut i have given you all of dante and myself so i apologise for the length but it just flew out of me. i haven’t even put any wanted connections bc that would make it 10x longer. just love me and i will love you all the same.

trigger warnings: medical terminology, chronic illness, hospitals, vomiting mention.

i’m proud to present dante sean armstrong, eldest son of eris dorothy (nee may) and basil wayne armstrong. his sister was born two years later and then came his younger brother another three years after. 

his childhood wasn’t exactly rainbows and glorious days of splendor, but it wasn’t horrendous either. their family lived on a property in the countryside and owned some animals. farm work and chores were to be done every day as well as keeping up with their school work.

both of his parents were strict and enforced a lot of rules and there were to be no questions asked. they hounded into the three of them the importance of working hard and providing for the family and that’s stuck with dante. he wasn’t allowed to get away with the things some of the kids these days do ( eyes at all you rebel lil shits ) and dare he disrespect his parents, he’d be punished for it. 

UPDATED NOV 24: with that being said, his parents didn’t show their love physically but they showed it in a lot of other ways. long holidays to the beach, constantly spending time together on the lake, picnics, going to sporting events when they could, traveling sometimes, card game nights. spending quality time together was their way of showing love. to this day, that is still how they show their children their love. 

dante is incredibly intelligent ( unlike myself so i’m sorry pls bare with me ) and that could be seen from day dot. he was hitting milestones before the average child was and his parents saw potential in him. they pushed him harder than his siblings, with school work and work on the property. basil originally wanted dante to take over the property but once he hit high school, he knew there was no way he was going to be able to keep this boy there. 

he graduated high school top of his class with a full scholarship to boston uni for law, so he packed his bags and he was off. he only saw his family at major holidays whilst he was at college as he put his head down, bum up and studied hard with a job on the side. 

with that being said he played as hard as he worked and knows how to have fun, so he says anyway. when the armstrong wife comes along we will plot when they met and we will go from there but aside from that! he was a bit of a player, enjoying the attention and action if you catch my drift. 

UPDATED NOV 24: cue graduating college, moving to ashcroft in his early twenties and he went to work in the force for two-ish years until he was qualified, fit enough and had the experience to apply for the fbi as a special agent. blood, sweat and tears went into this passion of his and lord behold, he got in. it’s fair to say that dante should be married to his job, bc he honestly loves it so much and worked so hard to get in. it’s a bit sad. that’s where he’s been since his mid twenties. cue actual marriage and along came their first child.

UPDATED NOV 24: the main goal in his life when children started coming into the picture was to go out everyday and protect his family, no matter the cost. if he worked a 80 hour week to solve a case or to lock up criminals, then so be it. that was more people who cold potentially hurt his family behind bars.

dante is a family man as much as he can be, but he finds it hard to separate work and home as they both mean so much to him. so yes, he is a workaholic and the things he has seen through the years as brought him night terrors but he loves his family to death. anyone touches them and he will go wild.

ADDED NOV 24: dante is one of those parents that has always said it how it is, not wanting to lie (to a certain extent) to them or shielding them from the dangers of the real world. he is a softy especially in times when his family are upset, things are happening, appts needed, etc, but he shows a lot of tough love. before he joined the fbi and the kids were little, he was as soft as one could be but with the trials of his line of work, he had to learn to be tough. that unfortunately comes home with him, like his work.

ADDED NOV 24: if there is a problem, dante wants ppl to tell him about it straight away and not cut out minor details. he needs to know everything and as soon as possible so he can help, can work it out whether that be work, social life, family, etc. he is v unpredictable with his response too so one day if someone doesn’t come to him abt something for a long time, he could be rather tame and just move on with it. on another day, he could go off his rocker. you can’t really pick it esp when he comes across as being cold. (he’s not!! he is really warm with those he trusts and loves i SWEAR)

dante not long had become a supervisory special agent when mateo’s case came up. dante found himself being emotionally drawn to mateo and the situation at hand, having always struggled with not letting things get personal. so he offered him protection, took him in and opened up his home for him. of course, keeping him around is detrimental to the case and there’s no way he will be letting him go any time soon, but dante cannot help but feel protective over him. he is putting his family at risk by bringing him in but he doesn’t regret it and is more determined to resolve the case. 

UPDATED NOV 24: emilio is now caught and dante is suspended for using his weapon. now begins the process of gather evidence, trials, etc. 

personality. 

he is completely unpredictable ; you may think he’ll react to a situation one way but will completely go the opposite. he says things that would be unexpected from him and he keeps shit real. he won’t sit there and talk abt the world being a wonderful place bc he will laugh in your face and tell you to fuck off to fairyland. he’s seen too much shit and done too much shit to know that life is not a movie.

he can come across as cold but he just doesn’t like to talk if he has nothing to say and he has a resting bitch face, sorry. 

UPDATED NOV 24: it can take a lot to anger dante but when he gets angry, oh you know about it. he’ll yell and throw things and throw a tantrum if it’s really bad but most of the time, he tries to keep quite calm. if it involves his family getting hurt, he’ll get violent, period. no one touches his family. 

THIS: as much as he keeps a guard up due to his job and is a somewhat strict parent and whatnot, he is a sweetheart. he’ll make his kids breakfast in bed on the weekends and would come in and kiss their heads when he’d come home from work and he’d be the one setting up easter egg hunts and is MUCH more affection than his own parents. his family’s happiness brings him happiness and they’re really the only people that see him smile often. also, he won’t go to work without telling them all he loves them. always. even if they’re sick of it.

UPDATED NOV 24: also, he beats himself up and is normally the one that tears himself down to shit. once he has his mind set in a bad way, he’ll tear himself to pieces and he really is his own worst enemy. and it’s bad. like, he beats himself up about everything and even won’t sleep at night over little things like having a fight with the kids, or not filling in paperwork right, or not speaking to his wife one night bc he is just too Stressed. v much is not okay

ADDED NOV 24: bc of this he tends to push ppl away, very badly too. he doesn’t think abt himself often and just wants to make those he loves happy, but he just??? can’t sometimes??? and i think that can be so frustrating

bonus point ; he is a very passionate lover!

secret.

in terms of his secret!! when he was in his final year of college, dante was mucking around with a group of friends throwing a football and tackling one another in between lectures. he had run backward off of the grass onto the path to catch the football and one of the guys ran and tackled him, knocking him to the ground with a very nasty blow to the head.

knocked out cold, dante was taken to the hospital were he had a severe concussion but there was no bleeding in or around the brain. 

after this he became violently ill ; he knew that concussion caused disorientation but this was weeks, even a couple months after the incident and he was still having trouble. he suffered from severe headaches, vomiting, eyesight troubles and even his personality changed. 

dante knew he wasn’t okay so he went to a couple doctors, had a bunch of neurological tests, ct and mri scans and he was then diagnosed with non-communicating acquired hydrocephalus. basically, the blow to his head caused one of the ventricles in his brain to block which restricted the flow of csf ( cerebrospinal fluid ).

with that, a shunt was surgically inserted in his brain to drain the excess fluid to other parts of his body and he has lived his life with this as his own personal secret. he hasn’t told his wife or children and his siblings and parents are the only ones who know ( bc they were by his side ofc ). 

UPDATED NOV 24: he’s had regular check ups every so many years and as of lately, the shunt has started to play up and he’s suffering from headaches for a while now. will he do anything abt it? probs not. there has been too much going on for him to even think about himself. 

[whitewolfofwinterfell]

Jonsa

Grab a drink and some snacks and make yourself comfy, because this is gonna be a long ride.

My opinions on Jon and Sansa as a pairing are very complex. In the time that I’ve shipped them I’ve gone through these different phases where at some points I’m hardcore for them and other times I’m not really that fussed about them. Currently, I’m somewhere in between. Before I get started, you can read what I’ve previously said about Jonsa here (just scroll to the bottom, they’re the last ship I talk about).

The thing that drew me to Jonsa as a ship is the chemistry. To me, when Kit and Sophie are on-screen together I don’t feel like I’m watching siblings (even when the dialogue and circumstances portray that), I feel like I’m watching lovers. The eye contact, the tension, the tenderness; it’s all there. Every single scene they share feels like it has an undercurrent of sexual and/or romantic tension. It was that tension that led me to stumble across the Jonsa fandom and I was immediately like, “hey, so, I’m not the only one!”. Because you know when you’re watching something and you sense that chemistry between two characters that you know probably shouldn’t be there and you think you’re going crazy? Well, that was like me with Jon and Sansa.

There are so many aspects of the ship I enjoy and their story is beautiful to me in lots of ways. The fact that they grew up estranged, then parted ways, endured awful tragedies and finally found each other and began to heal as a result of that is beautiful to me. Jon and Sansa both reserved themselves to the fact that they would never see or be with their family again, and the emotion in their reunion scene encapsulates that immense surprise and relief that they feel at having found each other. I love that Jon was amidst a deep dark depression following his resurrection and was ready to give up on everything until Sansa walked back into his life and gave him a purpose; a reason to fight. Her strength and determination that they needed to reclaim Winterfell impassioned him to join her and fight for their home, for what what rightfully belonged to them and their family. I love that despite the fact that they were each others least favourite sibling growing up they were able to have a second chance and forged an incredibly unique and special bond as unique as the bond they had with any of their other siblings.

Psychologically I find Jonsa fascinating, because I think the possibility of Jon and Sansa developing romantic feelings for each other speaks to the experiences and traumas they’ve had. They both endured so many horrors and regardless of the coldness between them when they were children, for them the Starks and Winterfell have been and always will be their safety and strength. So in each other they found that literal embodiment of home and family, of safety. For Sansa, Jon is the only man she can truly trust after being used and abused by a string of men. For Jon, Sansa is his purpose; someone he needs to protect and that’s important because Jon as a person is built to protect others, that’s what drives him at all times and without that he’s lost. There’s a reason there’s so much emphasis on Jon’s instinct and desire to keep Sansa safe (besides the fact that he loves her and wants to protect the future of House Stark), and it’s because her safety has become one of the two sole purposes of his life (the other being to end the Night King). It’s funny because whenever I see criticisms of Jonsa as a ship it’s mostly about how gross or wrong it is because they grew up as siblings and are blood related, but that connection, in my opinion, is specifically a part of why they make sense as a pairing. It’s complicated for me to explain, but I’m going to give it a try. But the way I see it is that they grew up distant enough that they didn’t develop a full brother-sister bond so there isn’t that whole “ew he/she is my brother/sister” vibe between them. However, the familiarity they have and connection to Winterfell and the Starks draws them to each other. They longed so much for home and for family that it makes sense that when they found each other their feelings for each other would become conflicted, particularly when there’s that lack of brother-sister bond from childhood.

However, despite how much I love Jonsa, I’ve realised that I like the possibilities and tropes associated with the ship more than the actual ship itself. I guess you could say that I’ve been conditioned by fanfiction and meta to perceive Jon and Sansa’s relationship in a certain way, but over time (especially recently) I’ve come to realise that in canon they’re not necessarily written that way. For example, on the show they’re written as being quite untrusting of each other and resistant to work together. Sansa calls upon the Knights of the Vale without telling Jon about her plans, Sansa constantly questions Jon’s decisions, Jon rarely listens to Sansa’s ideas and has to be told to listen to her because she might actually have valuable advice and insights, he barely writes to her when he’s away south in season 7, he bends the knee to Daenerys without consulting her first and even in the season 8 premiere, there’s still that kind of vibe between them where Sansa doubts Jon and he’s fighting for her to trust him completely. There is a lot of conflict between them and that’s not necessarily a bad thing, because all the best ships have conflict, but I think that until recently I failed to see that this conflict existed between them and projected my own perception of them (shaped by fanfiction, fanvids, meta etc.) onto their canon relationship.

Following on from that, based on 8x01 I’ve also realised that I have some issues with the way Jon and Sansa are being written. Their scene in that episode and Sansa’s behaviour generally throughout the episode is an exact repetition of what’s been going on between them since season 6. They seem to be stuck in the same cycle - Sansa picks at Jon and questions his decisions, Jon gets frustrated that she doesn’t trust him and she then confirms that she does trust him, despite all of her words and actions being the contrary. At this point, it’s just bad story-telling because it’s been established repeatedly that Sansa does trust Jon and vice versa (Jon left Winterfell in her hands, the ultimate symbol of trust), so why are they still writing them this way? If Sansa has faith in Jon and she knows it and he knows it, why is she questioning his decision to bend the knee? At this point in their relationship, Jon and Sansa should be united. They definitely needed to have a conversation about why Jon bent the knee, with Jon apologising for doing so, but immediately after that all of this tension between them should be put to bed because it’s being unnecessarily dragged on when it no longer makes any sense. However, I’m trying not to be too judgemental about their scenes in this episode, since it’s only the first episode out of 6. There’s still plenty more to come from them and it could go in a much better direction from here onwards.

Generally, I hold a lot back when it comes to shipping Jon and Sansa, because I don’t want to get caught up in the Jonsa-Jonerys ship war (I’m still too exhausted from the Stelena-Delena ship war that took up 8+ years of my life lmao), but mostly because unlike most other Jonsa shippers, I don’t have much faith that they’ll actually be endgame. I’ve over-invested in so many ships in the past and I don’t want to do that again. I always try to be realistic with my ships, regardless of how much I love them, and in my opinion, the chances of Jon and Sansa being endgame are very slim. It’s clear that D&D are invested in Jon and Daenerys, and that that’s the main love story of their show. They condensed the development of their love story into one season so that they could make it a central plot for season 8, so the chances that they’re going to completely scrap that relationship or end it abruptly and go for a Jonsa endgame doesn’t seem feasible to me. The chances of Jon and Sansa marrying for a political alliance is more likely, but still not very, because that would require Jon not only surviving the war (which, I don’t think he will) but also fully embracing his parentage and proclaiming himself King of the Seven Kingdoms. Also, if you go to other sites and read fan theories or opinions, barely anyone thinks a Jon and Sansa endgame is feasible. So I suppose you could say I’m being cautious not to become over-invested in a Jonsa endgame only to be disappointed. The ending is going to be emotional enough without the added blow of being disappointed that my ship isn’t endgame.

Having said this, you don’t choose your ships, they choose you and whether I like it or not I am a Jonsa shipper. It’s my shipper heart that wants to believe they’ll be endgame and to trust in all of the signs I’ve seen that indicate they could be. I mean can it really be a coincidence that Jon and Sansa fulfil so many romantic tropes or that so many of their scenes share characteristics with romantic ships from the show? (x) (x) (x) (x). Sometimes I think that fans put more thought into analysing the show than the people that create it do (which I definitely think is true), but nonetheless great consideration is given to every single scene that makes the final cut of an episode. We know that GOT suffers from great time constraints since they have so many characters and plots to fit in and do justice, yet Jon and Sansa consistently get scenes. Familial relationships have been important throughout the show, but from my recollection no familial/sibling relationship has had the kind of emphasis Jon and Sansa have and certainly not scenes framed in the same way that theirs are (with the romantic undercurrents). And what’s the significance of showing us not one but two scenes where Jon physically threatens people because he’s so protective of Sansa? Why is it important to show us that? If Jon is really just Sansa’s big brother (cousin), isn’t it implicit that he���s going to be protective of her? We don’t need to be shown that unless it serves some other purpose. And why is so much of their relationship saturated with this ongoing tension? Starkbowl didn’t happen in season 7 (at least not between Jon and Sansa) and I doubt it’ll happen in season 8, since there isn’t enough time to fit it in, so the only real purpose that kind of tension serves is because there’s underlying sexual tension. There are so many what ifs about the ship, so many signs that indicate that we Jonsa’s aren’t just imagining their romantic chemistry, but I’ve been very wrong about this stuff in the past, so like I say, I’m proceeding with caution.

To sum up, because I could talk about this all day, my opinion on Jon and Sansa is that I love them individually and together. Their chemistry is fantastic, I love their relationship platonically and see a lot of potential with them romantically. I adore reading and watching Jonsa content and writing Jonsa fanfiction (they’re my favourite couple to write for out of all my ships). They are potentially the most interesting couple on GOT and could have such an incredible love story. If the show was to follow through and deliver what I believe should happen (political!Jon and Jonsa) I’d be ecstatic and have no hesitancy in proclaiming them my OTP. But, unfortunately, I have reservations so for now I’m keeping my guard up because my shipper heart has been burned too many times before. Instead, for the final season I’m trying to focus more on enjoying their relationship from a platonic POV and if they are endgame I’ll be over the moon, but if not I’ll love and appreciate the depth and emotion in their relationship no matter which direction it takes in canon.

Thanks for asking!

send me a ship and i’ll give my honest opinion…

[wxnnabe]

I apologise if this is too much to ask but seeing that both passione and La squadra(seperate) are like families, how do they react or thoughts of their s/o having a motherly nature to their respective groups and to the public? Adding the SDC crew would be a bonus if you please.

This will be a long one, so I’ll do it in three parts! First up is Passione~

- Bruno is glad to have someone who is willing to help take care of everyone and police them when they’re getting out of line; the two of them are a pretty good duo, and the boys are more well behaved than they’ve ever been with twice the scolding and twice the doting. Bruno himself is surprised when their doting ways turn to him-when come in with a tray of dinner, wine and a promise that if he didn’t take a break soon they’d drag him out of that chair themselves, and when they come back from town with endless chamomile teas and lavender inscences to help him sleep at night, he feels a light feeling in his stomach. It’s not often that he gets his kindness returned back to him, but when he does, he’s eternally grateful. It feels nice to be taken care of, he realises, and will try and take some more breaks; if only to stop them (and anyone else they manage to haul into their plans of Getting Bruno To Take A Break) from trying to drag him from his seat in vain.

- They would, once again, join forces to help everyone they can; even complete strangers that they see are in troubled times. Bruno is glad that the newest member has a knack for knowing when something is troubling someone because it means that he and they together can help more people. They need to know if someone is taking advantage of them and act upon it, though, because Bruno has already forgiven them for whatever they’ve manipulated him into doing, and it’s likely that he’ll hesitate only slightly before proceeding with whatever they want or need next; it’s up to the newest member to decide whether the stranger is manipulating his kindness or not.

- Abbachio does not appreciate their doting. It’s annoying; it’s also annoying that they happen to do nothing wrong for him to hold a prolonged grudge on them unless caring and always checking in on him is somehow a crime. Truthfully, he doesn’t think he deserves it and he’s frustrated that they think otherwise. However, with every day that they drag everyone out to have a rest and eat some lunch, or they ask whether he’s been getting enough sleep, his heart lurches within his chest. He wouldn’t dare say it, but he was close to his mother-and it hurt the most to have her turn her back on him after his partner died. He really misses her taking care of him when he was too busy or feeling like shit, so he appreciates their motherly nature. He doesn’t deserve it, but sometimes he feels selfish enough to accept their care, and he has to bite back a sad smile as they do so.

- Perhaps the only time they’ll quite obviously see how much he does appreciate them is when they offer that same kindness to strangers. He’ll stare down any person who receives an once of their care, and should they not read his warning clear enough-well. He wants to give them a piece of his mind, physical or not. (Though, the looks from Bruno and the new member would likely stop him from dealing them anything but some particularly scalding comments that’s likely to have them staring at him in utter shock before they can even manage a reply.) If they mention this to him later he’ll reply with a raised eyebrow. “Don’t go mixing your delirium’s with reality,” he’ll say, averting his eyes. It’s easy for the rest of the gang to see that he was slightly protective of them.

- Fugo’s never really had a motherly figure in his life, except for Bruno, so he’s still kind of uneasy around them. Their constant doting can be annoying, and since their only a member and not Capo like Bruno, he doesn’t have to hold his tongue and tends to lash out at them when it becomes a bit too much. But it also feels nice to come back from a mission and have them there and taking care of him and everyone else. He’ll try to keep his outbreaks to a minimum out of respect for everything they do for him, and keeps up in pleasant conversation with them when he can.

- In public, he’s a bit shocked. Their work requires them to see the darker side of Italy and they see horrible people, people who kill without mercy and command drug trades on a major scale, they aren’t good people either, not in the slightest. So how they can be so nice, caring, even doting to complete strangers confuses him. He accepts it, a bit quicker than when he first saw Bruno giving away a good third of his pay to a family in need because he’s more used to the idea that kindness, genuine kindness, exists even in their world. He tries his best to be more like their new member, more like Bruno, because when he was kicked out of university and his family turned their back on him it was a kind eye that saved him, and he wants to learn to do the same.

- Mista loves that they care so much for him; and not only him, but Sex Pistols too (they can be tough even for him to handle at times, so he appreciates all the help he can get on these days). To have someone dote on him makes him feel loved, it makes him feel like he has someone to return to. Which, in the rough and kill or be killed line of a mafioso, it’s important to have things to motivate you to return. Even Abbachio, the snarky, cold stubborn man, has something to live for, and for Mista, it’s the kindness and care that his friends give him. He was homeless for some time, and it was hard to find raw kindness; he would undoubtedly give his life for his friends, because though he may not be living the simple life he escaped home to find as a young teen, he did find Bruno and Abbachio and Fugo, and eventually Narancia, Giorno, Trish and the newest member, and their friendship and trust is more than enough to keep him happy.

- He is slightly surprised, if not a bit in awe at how they offer their kindness to strangers. They’re so much like Bruno, he will think to himself. It makes him move to them, makes him offer his own hand, or offer to help pay for someone’s lunch (that had just been attacked by seagulls by as the person had been sitting by the bay and enjoying the view), makes him take some of the baggage that they were carrying for an old lady who was clearly struggling. It also makes him more alert of people in need, he tends to try to out-kind them, or at least do a favour for someone before they do because he doesn’t want them to be overburdened by their giving nature.

- Narancia really cares for them, and they mean more to him then they may ever know. He hasn’t really had that many kind, caring faces in his life (other than Bruno) so when they dote on him, he’s at first surprised. He warms up to them quickly, though, and looks up to them as he would Bruno or an older sibling, and it’s them he goes to when he’s feeling less than hot when he can’t hide his emotions with a smile and a carefree laugh anymore. They’ll take care of him, and seem to know exactly what’s wrong whenever he comes to them. It feels oddly familiar to the care his mother gave him in the small flashes of memory he has left of her, so it’s no wonder they are so close to him.

- Narancia is surprised to see them so easily trust strangers; the issues of his past still affect him, and it’s hard for him to trust people straight away, as much as he tries to hide it with his easy smile and contagious laughter. He’ll try not to make it obvious, the way he narrows his eyes at the stranger for the slightest second when no one is looking at them as if giving them warning before cracking a joke and giving the newest member an easy smile-it’s clear as day to someone like Bruno or Fugo that he wouldn’t hesitate in turning his friendly nature into a much more threatening one should the stranger misplace the trust that the newest member put into them.

- Giorno doesn’t really know how to take their doting and constant care. He appreciates it, of course, but he’s never had a motherly figure in his life and it’s a new feeling to have them fussing over him. He’ll be gracious, thank them for their tireless care of everyone, but it will take some time for his gratitude to mean something to him. It’s when he knows that they do so not in their own interests but within the interests of everyone else in the gang, that they have nothing to gain from their behaviour yet they still put the gang’s needs before their own-he values them genuinely caring for him and everyone else, and sees them as more of a mother than his own, looking to them for advice on a particularly tricky mission and being more accepting of their care, telling them with a smile that he has no idea how they’d manage without them.

- Giorno is yet again surprised by their kindness; he’s also quick to admire such kindness and care to even people that they do not know, and it’s likely he’ll grow to trust them as much as he does Bruno. To Giorno, they have somewhat of a pure and kind soul, not only that but they are family. If Giorno of all people is accompanying them, they needn’t worry about anyone talking them down; if anyone living in Naples knows anything now it’s the young impressionable face of the Don of Passione, and such a face is met with a mix of respect and fear.

- Trish is constantly reminded of her own mother through the gang members actions, and though it’ll hit her with a wave of sadness, it’s also very welcoming to have someone take care of her and everyone else. It brings a homely, domestic feeling to the base and she’d be lying if she said she didn’t enjoy the atmosphere shift, particularly after a rough mission. She’s not called in as often since her career as a singer has blown up, however she does see glimpses of the member when serving breakfast and smiling at her as she sits down to wake her groggy mind to find her table place is set and breakfast waiting for her, (how did they know that crepe and marmalade was her favourite?) and although she prefers to stay away from Passione to keep her reputation clean, sometimes she needs an escape from the busy life she’s come accostumed to to see her friends; she’s eternally grateful to them for everything they’ve done for her, and whenever she can she visits them. Their newest member, although they weren’t around while she was there, is just as caring to her as everyone else, and it won’t take her very long to warm up to them.

- She’s not all too surprised to see that their motherly nature extends to people outside of the gang; she’ll smile when them offer their kindness to strangers, but if they return their kindness with a rude or cold nature she’ll be quick to reply with double the venom. She’s very protective of them, (she’d offer them a sheepish smile when they call her out for it playfully, but she can’t help it since they do so much for her)

[daysswithyou]

Untold

Characters: DAY6 Wonpil x OC

Genre: angst, slice of life, slight fluff

Words: 4.6k

Description: the unlikely friendship – and the discovery that comes with it.

Author’s note: This is the longest oneshot I have written for DAY6 till date and honestly, I’ve wrote so much and spent so much time on it because this is such a personal, heart wrenching piece for me to write. This is the little part of myself that I present to the world – and I hope that all of you will love it (and be gentle with it)

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Part I

Her voice rings in his head long after she’s gone. Now he’s just sitting alone in the classroom as the sun sets, the blinding light hitting him right in the face as the walls bathe in orange. But the piercing light doesn’t bother him one bit – the nagging unease scratching away at his heart does as he replays Ms Kim’s words over and over again.

-

"Wonpil-ah, could you come over here for a while?"

"Ok, just a second." He placed the broom by the corner of the room before settling himself in the seat in front of Ms Kim.

"I need your help Wonpil."

Her expression was grim, her lips drawn into a tight line. Instead of asking him for help, she made him feel as though he was about to be reprimanded for something he did wrong.

"Is it writing for the school magazine? I can do it by next week."

"No Wonpil, it's something more serious than that. I need you to tutor Y/N.”

This statement shocks Wonpil a little – why him of all people? He wasn’t even close to you. As if she could read his mind, she answered his question swiftly.

“I know you must be wondering why you – when you aren’t even close to her, plus you’re class president and part of the school band; you’re a busy man. I understand all that Wonpil, but you’re the only one suitable for the job. You top the cohort consistently and you have the patience to nurture and teach – I trust that you’ll be able to help her. You know she hasn't been doing well and it's more urgent this year since all of you will be sitting for your college entrance exams. Do me a favour and help her ok?"

Even though she ended with  a question, Wonpil knew she wasn’t giving him a choice. He simply nods in understanding as she stands to leave.

-

Wonpil puts his head behind his head and squeezes his eyes shut as he lets out a deep sigh.

Y/N – why does this name make him feel so bad? In his mind, Wonpil tries to conjure an image of you and all he can picture is a girl whom always had her head down, never willing to look at anyone in the eye.

A girl that was always shunned and mocked by others. Although, why again? Wonpil tries to recall if you ever did anything to anyone to deserve such a response but come to think of it, he doesn't even remember you speaking to anyone at all. He’s been your classmate since middle school and high school, but he doesn’t know anything about you. Why don’t you have friends? Why are you constantly being scolded by teachers for your tardy appearance and work? Why don’t you ever talk to anyone? His lack of knowledge about you has him balling up in shame – as class president all these years, he feels personally responsible. His job is to make sure everyone in class progresses together but has he, really? How was it that you had fallen through the cracks but he hasn’t even noticed?

I’m going to help her in any way I can – that’s my duty.

-

Wonpil was your seatmate with effect the next day. Your eyes grew wide when you saw him in the seat beside yours, which was far away from his usual seat at the front of the class. But you quickly schooled your features back to neutral, keeping your eyes firmly fixed on the ground. You settled into your seat stiffly, ignoring his greeting.

"Y/N, if you need help with anything I'm right here."

Once again, you gave him the cold shoulder. Hesitation in his eyes, he gives you a lingering look before turning his attention back to the front. Math class proceeded as usual and Wonpil’s hands never stopped copying, his brain never stopped processing – there was simply so much to take in. So when your hands stilled, he knew you were stuck.

“Y/N do you need help with that question?”

It was as if Wonpil had set off some trigger, his words scalding your ears. Before he could even do so much as lift a finger in your direction, you snatched your book and pen out of his sight as a fierce rejection left your lips.

“No. Just leave me alone.”

Angling your body away from him, you continued to struggle on your own, adamantly refusing any offers of help from him. Still shocked by your sudden outburst, Wonpil stared wide-eyed at your back – unsure of what he had done to elicit such a response from you. But nonetheless, he remained unfazed. Over the course of the day, he constantly looked out for you, asking you if you were doing alright but you gave him a scowl each time – making it clearly known that his help was unwelcomed.

This became a vicious cycle – him constantly offering to help, and you retreating more and more. No matter how many times he asked, you simply won’t let him in. In the beginning, you would still bother to open your mouth to say “No” or scowl at him, but gradually, you just began to treat him as though he was invisible. Today was no different.

-

“Hey Y/N let’s study together now? We can work on the latest Chemistry assignment together.”

With a zip of his bag, Wonpil turned to face you but you had already bounded out of the door. Unfortunately for you, you had bumped into Brian– causing your precious time to be wasted.

“Watch where you’re going.” With a backward glare thrown at you, he walked off towards Wonpil as you dashed down the hallway, not even bothering to apologise. Wonpil watched the scene unfold with unease – slightly angry that Brian had treated you so harshly. Brian plopped down on the table, rotating his shoulders where you had bumped into him squarely. He muttered something about you as detest dripped from his eyes,

“She’s such a freak. Don’t even know why she’s in such a hurry each day – she can’t even spare the time to look where she’s going.”

To make matters worse, Jae had to chip in.

“Probably rushing to be with other freaks, who knows what she’s up to anyways?” Both Brian and Jae then laughed at their mockery of you, before fistbumping one another. Wonpil, however, wasn’t stomaching this very well.

“Quit it! Stop being so mean, what she ever done to you? It was an accident Brian, she didn’t mean it.”

Brain then snapped back – both in anger and disbelief of his defence of you.

“Why do you even care so much about her? What has she ever done for you? All you do it get trampled on by her – since when has she ever been nice to your offers of help? Just in case you didn’t notice because you’re becoming too much like her, I was the one injured in this episode, not her.”

“Yea man, what’s up with you geez. I don’t even get why you care for her so much, she’s an outcast Wonpil. Don’t spend too much time with her before you become like her.”

Wonpil was now fuming mad at both their comments and he couldn’t bear to be part of this conversation anymore.

“I can’t reason with your thick skulls; until both of you have developed some consideration for others, this conversation ends here.”

Slamming the door shut on his way out, Wonpil didn’t stop fuming until he got to his house. They’re his friends, but their words and actions were absolutely uncalled for. However, their comments do beg the question – where do you rush off to everyday after school?

-

The next day, Wonpil disappeared from class a few minutes before lessons ended and didn't come back since. Of course, you didn't wait around for his return, you simply got up and left like you always did. You dashed off in the direction of home but why does it feel like someone was following you? 

-

Wonpil didn't expect you to be that fast. You threw quick glances over your shoulder every now and then and so many times, you nearly caught him. You walked exceptionally fast too and he had to literally run after you to make sure that he didn't lose you. By the time you stopped, he was drenched in sweat beneath his black hoodie. As much as he wanted to just collapse, he had some commen sense to make sure that he was well-hidden behind the wall before sticking his head out to observe the scene.

“Mother I’m here.”

“Thank goodness. Dear, could you help me check the new batch of spices that just here? I need to attend to your siblings.”

“I got it.”

The sounds of loud wailing can be heard over the rumbling engine and Wonpil watched as you meticulously checked each crate before hauling the heavy boxes one by one to the back of the store. The boxes left nasty scratches down your forearms, the rough material cutting through your delicate skin – Wonpil now understood why you wore long sleeves even on hot summer days; you had something you wanted to hide. For the rest of the afternoon, he watched as you ran around the family store without rest. You either had to attend to customers or deal with your siblings, a girl and a boy that looked like they can’t be above age 8.

 When the skies turned indigo, you pulled the shutters down over the shop with your mother but instead of leaving together, you bade her goodbye and walked away from the direction of your home.

Where is she heading to now?

Wonpil needed the answer to that question – and so he followed. Your footsteps led you to the back of Aurora – the most expensive restaurant in the entire city.

So she works here?

And indeed you do. Through the big floor-to-ceiling glass panes, it gave him a very clear view of you hurrying around the busy restaurant – a skilful balancing act of handling trays full of heavy trays of beverages and food and remembering long list of orders. Even as the night got busier and your co-workers offered to help you, you rejected them politely with a smile, waving them off as you walked around the tables. Despite the weariness that showed around your eyes, the professional smile never slipped off your face through the long night.

 But when you trudged home that night, your sagged shoulders and dragged footsteps made it clear that you were thoroughly exhausted. Wonpil kept a sharp eye on you all the way till you passed the threshold of your house. From his position, he could see you hunched over your desk, twirling a pen in the air as you tried to do your homework. He wasn’t sure how much time passed before the light from your room was extinguished.

 At that moment, his wristwatch read: 03:00

 Under the dim lighting from the rusty street lamps, he scanned the exterior of your house with its cracking and faded paint. The metal on the front gate was rusting, the paint job clearly done decades ago. The hinges of your door were falling apart and looked hastily put back together by a non-professional – Wonpil assumed it was you. The entire house looked decrepit – marks of age and neglect showing itself in all the nooks and crannies.  

 -

Trudging home that night, a million thoughts ran through his mind, each one making guilt and frustration bubble in him.

 All this while I never knew that this was how she had been living. Being her classmate for so many years… why was it that I never even bothered to ask? Why did no one extend a helping hand to her, not even me? Rushing home immediately after school to help with the family and then having to work a night job before struggling with school till 3am. And the condition of her house… That’s not how a girl her age should live.

But what was more apparent to Wonpil was that you desperately needed help, but yet you weren’t accepting any.

For his lack of better judgement and inability to hold in the frustration anymore, he slammed his fist against the brick wall before placing his forehead against it in defeat.

Why won’t you let me in Y/N? Why won’t you accept any help from me or anyone at all? What other untold stories do you have?

--

Part II

For an entire week, Wonpil continues to shadow you and the same cycle repeats itself. There wasn't a day where you slept before 3am and on the weekends it seems worse - you'll work overtime and not get any sleep at all. There were so many times when he wanted to storm up to your house and put you into bed but he didn't want to get arrested for trespassing or give your mother a heart attack. He stood by and simply watched as you worked yourself to the bones - both of you helpless and powerless.

The only thing he does to vaguely help is patronise the Aurora. He'll stay for as long as you did and then secretly tipping you at the end of every night. A small bubble of happiness raises in him when he sees the small glimmer of hope in your eyes but both of you knew that the help you needed was far greater than this.

He stayed in the shadows all this while, silently watching over you. 

-

Until one day when you didn't turn up in school. Wonpil felt so odd that entire day - your absence screaming louder in the void of his mind. Irrational thoughts filled his head - did you drop out of school? Were you badly injured?

But it turns out that you simply sick.

"Wonpil-ah, this is Y/N address. Could you go down to pass her her work, and maybe just check up on her too."

But he didn't need the address anyways - it was already stored in his memory.

-

It took a few good moments of pacing around outside your house before he finally worked up the guts to ring your doorbell.

 Y/N POV

I wasn't expecting him at all. He was the last person on earth that I expected to show up at my doorstep. But despite my usual nonchalance towards him, I still unconsciously ran my fingers through my hair, trying to tame it as much as I can. My eyes rapidly darted around as I chewed on my bottom lip; I was trying hard to look at everywhere but him.

"Hi Y/N."

"Hi Wonpil."

"Can I come inside?" 

I stepped aside to let him before directing him around my house.

"Just step where I step. The rest of the floorboards are rotting."

I faced the front quickly before moving on - I can't stand to see his look of pity that I knew would surely come. Pulling out the wooden dining chair for him, I poured him a cup of water before setting it down in front of him. 

"Here. I'm sorry but this is all I have to offer."

Staring at the tin mug and plain wooden furniture, I thought about how this was all such a stark comparision to the comfortable lifestyle that Wonpil has. My entire house is rotting and the interior is threadbare. Everything must look so pathetic and I became very self-conscious of this as I sank back further into the kitchen counter, my nails carving half-moons into the soft wood. A heartbeat later, his answer came. 

"Don't be sorry, this is alright."

I snapped my head up to look at him and his eyes do not betray his words. In them, I saw no judgment and prejudice against me, only genuine concern. 

Why is he being so nice to me? I don't understand. 

He must have noticed my furrowed eyebrows because he was now doing the same.

"Are you ok? Do you need a rest?"

"No I'm fine. But what brings you here?"

"School work and..."

Both of us waited in silence for him to continue speaking and when he did, it was so full of sincerity that I continued hanging on to the last wisps of his words, desperately wishing that he'll say more.

"And I wanted to check up on you to make sure that you're doing alright. I was...worried about you." He then fiddled with his fingers, he himself unsure how the words he just said came out.

Worried for you.

Those words sounded so foreign. When was the last time that someone apart from my mother cared about me? Perhaps none. And now, a boy that I barely know says he's worried for me, that he cares about me. I knew better than to sink into this flitting sense of bliss but a part of me couldn't help but keep his words stored in my heart, caressing it like how a mother would to her precious firstborn. I let myself indulge in this delusional bliss before replying him.

“Thanks…”

“Don’t go to work today.”

“How do you know I work?”

The colour drained from his face rapidly but he managed to give me an answer nonetheless.

“Oh I was at the restaurant some other night and I saw you working. I didn’t greet you because I didn’t want to disturb you.”

“Oh.” That is possible, he can afford to dine there and that fact is no secret.

“Promise me you won’t work today.”

Now my hackles were raised, and my defensive mode was on.

“Why? Why are you so adamant trying to stop me from working?”

“You’re sick Y/N! Look at you! You can’t even stand up straight, how can you expect to work tonight?”

“I can’t.”

“Why?”

“I don’t own you an explanation!”

His constant prying was now pissing me off and the pounding headache wasn’t helping my case.

“Y/N…”

“Just please… stop asking and leave now.”

His clenched jaws and defeated eyes told me that I had won – without even saying goodbye, he left and when the door closed shut with a definite click, I allowed myself to collapse to the floor, the exhaustion and pain leaking out from my eyes.

Pressing my palms against my eyes, I kept repeating the same lines mentally over and over again.

You don’t understand, you don’t understand, you don’t understand…

This constant reminder of my helplessness didn’t make me feel any better and as sobs wrecked my body and grief takes it hold around my throat, I dig my nails into my face, hoping the pain would go away.

 Wonpil POV

Rooted to the ground, I continued staring at her house at my wits end – what else must I possibly do to make her open up?

“Don’t take it personally young man; she treats everyone like that. Poor child… ”

I turned to face the source and I found an elderly man watering his plants next door, a look of resignation on his face as his eyes travelled between Y/N’s house and me – he must know something that I don’t.

“What do you know about Y/N?”

“Nothing but pain for the young girl – she didn’t grow up in a good family.”

“What do you mean?”

“Her father ran off when she was young, leaving the family in debt. She’s been helping her mother clear off the debts her father left behind ever since she could work. She might be cold but don’t blame her or judge her for it – she didn’t grow up being taught how to love the world when it’s so cruel to her.”

All I could do is mumble out a feeble “thanks” before turning to stare back at her house. That piece of information didn’t make me judge her more – it made me understand her better.

-

Needless to say, you didn’t pay heed to Wonpil’s words. At 6pm sharp, you left your house in your white working blouse and black trousers and as you stepped through the kitchen doors, you took a deep breath, bracing yourself for the night ahead.

From his spot on the second level, Wonpil had a clear bird’s eye view of the entire place and it didn’t take him long to find you with your distinctive hairstyle. He cursed and swore mentally – berating you for being so stubborn. But he couldn’t just drag you out from the place; you’ll have a hard time explaining to your manager if he did that. Despite his growing frustration, all he could do was sit and wait, hoping to catch you later on the way home instead.

The night steadily grew busier – a never-ending line of customers leaving and entering the place. You rushed around from place to place, sweating even under the strong air-conditioning. The crowd was beginning to get wild and it was simply too much for you handle; it was only a matter of time before you made a mistake.

You didn’t even know how it happened – your tired eyes misjudged the distance and when you let go, the shrill sounds of successive crystal glasses smashing into a million pieces silenced the entire place. Customers and co-workers alike waited in bated breath for your verdict and all you were aware of was your ragged breathing, rapid heartbeat and the sight of the broken crystals shards. Before you could make another move, you were yanked out of the restaurant harshly by your enraged manager.

From above, Wonpil squeezed past tables of people, not caring about the rude words and stares that he had gotten – just to get to you.

-

Y/N POV

“WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU Y/N? HOW COULD YOU MAKE SUCH A BIG MISTAKE?”

“I’m really sorry I didn’t mean to -” Before I could even explain myself, he held up a hand.

“I don’t care about your bloody reasons Y/N. You’re going to have to pay $2000 for those cups.”

I felt like my whole world has just came crashing down. $2000. That’s my family’s living expenses for 6 months. I don’t have that kind of money.

“Please, I don’t have that sort of money. I’ll work extra!”

“I SAID I DON’T CARE Y/N. JUST PAY UP NOW!”

From my right, a few bills were thrown into my manager’s face before a familiar voice reached my ears.

“If you want your money so much, take it.”

Before I could open my mouth to say anything, I was dragged away from the scene by Wonpil.

-

Wonpil dragged you all the way home and he only let go of your wrists when he was outside your gates. Turning to you with disappointment and mild anger, he was about to scold you but he stopped, unable to carry on at the sight in front of him.

Tears were brimming in your eyes as you trembled like a leaf on a frigid November night, your footing unsteady. Gulping, it took you so much effort before you croaked out a few words.

“Are you…are you the one that’s been tipping me this past one week?”

“Yes.”

You made a choking sound before running your fingers through your dishevelled hair, burying your head in your hands as you tried to squeeze the world out.

Stepping towards you, Wonpil called out softly to you but what he wasn’t expecting were your fists. “Y/N…”

“DON’T TALK TO ME KIM WONPIL! Why did you do it? Huh? Why did you help me? Did I ever ask for help?”

With each sentence, you punched his chest with your fist as you stepped forward; and he simply stepped backwards each time, letting you vent your anger.

“Why? Why do you keep doing the things I told you not to? WHY!” By now you were in hysteria, shaking the angry tears away as you repeatedly rained your fists upon him.

In  a swift movement, Wonpil caught hold of both your wrists and pulled you into him, trapping you between his arms and chest. You continued to resist him for a few moments but your intense outburst had burned you out and realising that there was nowhere to run anymore, you simply let your defences down as you sobbed freely into his chest.

Wonpil didn’t say a word or make another movement – all he did was stand there as he tried to hold a broken girl together to keep her from falling apart.

When your sobs evened out, Wonpil then spoke up, his words travelling to the depths of your heart.

“I know about your family situation Y/N, don’t ask me how, just trust me when I say I do. I don’t claim to understand what you’ve been through or how you feel because I don’t but I just want to ask you something – why don’t you accept help from anyone?”

He could feel it when your delicate lips moved against his collarbone, your answer so faint it stayed between the two of you.

“My family is in this state because of debts. I don’t want help from people because I don’t want to own anyone anything.”

“Then I want you to know this Y/N: you don’t own me anything. I don’t do these things in hopes of getting some sort of return from you – no, I don’t. Also, it’s alright to accept help when you really need it – we’re all not superheroes that can solve all the problems. Sometimes, it’s ok to ask for help even after you’ve tried to solve something by yourself. Remember what I said before?”

“That you’re here if I ever need anything?

“Yes. I’ll do good on that promise.”

Another heartbeat passes before he speaks up.

“Please just… let me in… I don’t want to see you struggling alone anymore. I won’t try to change you, but I will try to help you in any way I can. But first you got to let me in ok?”

When your arms wrap around his waist, Wonpil doesn’t have to hear the words to know you’ve said “yes”

-

Epilogue

You rub your hands and press them to your lips as you scanned the list of students on the board. When you found your name, realisation slowly dawned upon you…

I can go to college. I have to tell Wonpil!

Squeezing past the crowd of clamouring students, you found Wonpil leaning against the wall, smiling ever since he caught sight of you squeezing through the crowd.

“You did well didn’t you? I knew you could do it!”

Too overwhelmed with emotion, you simply threw yourself into his arms as you hung onto him tightly, as though he was your one and only lifeline to this world.

“Why are you being like this?” His tone was half amusement, half concern as he ran his hands up and down your back in a soothing motion. When he felt his shoulders getting wet, that’s when he gently pried you off before looking at you.

“Why? What’s wrong? Please don’t cry, you did great Y/N!”

“It’s…not…because of that.”

“Then why are you crying?”

“I’m crying out of happiness. Thank you Wonpil, just thank you…” You muttered a few more “thank you” before Wonpil had to stop you.

“I know Y/N, I know. You did great and I’m proud of you! Smile a little ok!” He held onto your face gently as he wiped the tears from your eyes, and you nodded, telling him that you understood.

“Don’t cry anymore, I got something else to tell you.”

You opened your eyes in time to see him dive in, feeling the press of his warm lips against your forehead.

Then, you heard your own words reflected back at you.

“I love you Y/N.”

[nineteen-yearslater]

I know you're doing something similar with the character aesthetics (which are awesome, by the way!!!), but could you find a song that best describes each kid? and possibly an explanation on why did you chose that? Thanks, and I love your blog, soooo glad you continued it *-*

Hahaha it’s funny you should say/ask that…

A few months ago, I decided to turn two scrapbooks I hadinto pages for the next generation (and then their kids, and then the kidsafter that) and there were some leftover pages so I’m doing some for some bookcharacters or Teen Wolf characters or whatever. Anyway, each kid had a doublepage, and the pages were covered in relevant paper (e.g. Victoire is pink andflowery, Hugo is very geometric, Rose has a lot of patches in a navy colourbecause she constantly wears denim) and then I made those moodboards to go onthe page, and also printed out some aesthetic-y quotes and badges and stufftoo. Then I’ll decorate it with washi tape and embellishments to make it 3D.Why I’m saying this is because over the top of each page, around thepictures/quotes/embellishments, I chose a song for each kid to write on thepage. I only posted the moodboards for this generation here because after Iprinted them off I realised that they were relevant to this blog so might be aninteresting side-project thing to run.

So yeah, that’s why I made them, so it’s funny you askedabout songs because I have that info ready to hand ;) Also I’m glad you likethem! Thank you so much for your kind words

Ted: Therapy –All Time Low. The line “arrogant boy, love yourself so no one has to” remindsme of Ted a lot because he thinks he doesn’t need romance in his life and heshuts down that side of himself for so long, and it’s a bit arrogant. The restof the lyrics suit his personality, too. Also Figure Me Out – The Summer Set,because that’s a situation Ted would be in, but that’s more of a day-to-daything than an aesthetic personality song

Victoire:Paradise – Coldplay. This has been her song in my mind for maybe five yearslol. Her head is such a hard place to be in sometimes, because she doubts everymove she makes and is so insecure about loving Ted, her best friend, whodoesn’t notice. So part of it is wishing for paradise with Ted and part of itis wishing for paradise/peace in her head. Literally every time she closes hereyes

Dominique: Can’tPin Me Down – Marina and the Diamonds. She’s different versions of herself toso many people: growing up, she has an eating disorder and is the quiet,bookish sibling; she’s a sunshine to her siblings; she’s crazy and fun withRose and Lily; she’s a badass and invincible to James; she’s stuck-up and coldin the opinion of people who don’t know her. Also, this sounds weird, but thetune reminds me of her – it’s not slow and soft, but it’s not super upbeat,either; it’s this unique blend. And it has the “time to back off, motherfucker”line in which is one of my fave uses of a swear word in a song lol because it’sjust there to prove a point and drive home the line, not to be vulgar or takeaway from the song

Louis: Good Life– OneRepublic. I remember the first time I heard this song and I was incrediblyanxious and stressed, but hearing it calmed me down and appreciate what I had.And that’s Louis. He’s content with who he is and where he’s at; he nevercomplains; he thinks every day is this beautiful gift and he’s so happy tospend it loving people and making the most of it. He has the happiest lifepossible because he’s loving and grateful and a pure soul

James: Either OneNight – The Summer Set or Boys Don’t Cry – The Cure. The latter because if youignore the fact it’s about a relationship, it’s very much how James acts. He’safraid/ashamed to apologise for what he does because he has this massive shieldbetween how he’s portrayed and his emotions. He acts invincible and cocky butinside he’s actually incredibly insecure. It’s kind of like he doesn’t want toappear weak so he forces himself to overplay some aspects of his personalityand downplay others. One Night because it’s the same sort of theme –self-discovery and being aware that not all of yourself is necessarily what youwant it to be

Albus: Girls/FastCars – The Wombats. The lyrics are him completely. At first, he’s the dorkyPotter who’s too sensible for his own good, but as soon as he starts histeenage years at Hogwarts his personality develops a lot, and he’s lazy, funnyin his own way, ends up with a long-time girlfriend who’s one of the prettiestgirls in school, confident, playful with Rose… I don’t really know how todescribe him outside my head, but he’s still this understated guy, he’s justmaking the most of it and is enjoyable to be around. So the whole “and what Ifeel is what I say, I’m not trying to be smart” is very him, but then the vibeof the song is him as well – I don’t know how to explain it, but if he were atune, he’d be that tune

Lily: Girl onFire – Alicia Keys. Lily’s stubborn and fiery and fearless, but she also hasnormal worries that anyone in her place would have – she doesn’t know what shewants to do after Hogwarts, sometimes she feels a pull away from theJames-esque side to her and towards kinder, softer traits that she holds; she’sunreal in a way because she’s unapologetically herself and the most fearlessperson anyone knows, but she’s also very real because she’s aware of the worldshe’s in and how her actions affect other people. For example, she makes fun ofHugo a lot growing up, because it’s funny and they’re best friends so itdoesn’t matter, but afterwards she knows that she may have taken it too far

Rose: Angel ToYou (Devil To Me) – The Click Five. It’s a very Rose song lol. Half of her is asweet, motherly, dorky person, and the other half throws the craziest partiesand loves getting drunk and kissing boys. So it sums up both sides of herpersonality – the day side, which her parents know and which gets her highgrades and a good reputation, and the night side, which makes her an incrediblywild and fun person to be around and makes her irresistible to some boys.Lorcan would never hook up with her (he says), because she’s good friends withJames, who’s one of Lorcan’s bros, so it’s kind of incest in his book (lol) buthe has a lot of respect for her for being who she is and pulling it off. She’snot faking, because she is kind and motherly, but she also values having fun,too

Hugo: Johnny Boy– Twenty One Pilots. Mainly because of the verse “no one really knows his mindetc etc never really won a prize before”. He doesn’t struggle with life oranything, but he gets angry at Lily easily growing up and they fight a lot, andhe hated that she got Prefect and he didn’t, when he was the one revising forhis OWLs in second year and Lily was too busy pulling pranks with James. So hehas to sort that mess in his head out and that’s why this song reminds me ofhim

Molly: One Girl Revolution– Superchick. Honestly … Molly exhausts me because I was like this a year ortwo ago. She has NO time for anything because she’s so bloody busy beingperfect – she’s Head Girl, obsessed with Quidditch, studying constantly … she’salways pushing herself to be better and is incredibly ambitious. That’s not allof who she is; she has a beautiful friendship with Victoire and she’sincredibly soft and compassionate, but she’s this walking revolution and is the“girl who gets shit done”. It’s a bit lonely, but she’s too busy to notice, andshe does have friends. I should probably ease up on her a bit lol

Lucy: Far Far –Yael Naim. The whole song is Lucy. She’s desperate to make her mark on theworld and prove herself, but she’s trapped as the youngest Weasley and isunderestimated every day of her young life. She’s also incredibly creative, sothis song represents her dreamy, imaginative side and how she always wishes forsomething more and channels that desperation into writing or painting orphotography with Victoire, or even trying harder at things like Quidditch. Thissong is the hidden soul inside of her that no one sees until she’s aroundseventeen

Fred: Shake ItOff – Taylor Swift. Because that’s what he does. People say what they likeabout him, but he’s true to himself and doesn’t let it faze him. Teachers tellhim off for messing around in class – doesn’t bother him. He doesn’t date muchat Hogwarts – does he care? No. People’s opinions wash right over his head. Helikes what he likes and he does what he does and if you don’t like it, that’syour issue and your business, but don’t bother telling him because it’s notlike he’s gonna change. Most people actually respect him for that and it makeshim a really easy guy to get along with. He won’t take things personally orblow things out of proportion – he’s just gonna shake, shake, shake it off

Roxanne: Run theWorld – Beyonce. Classic girl power anthem, and Roxanne runs the world betterthan anyone. She has no time for boys or romance; she does what she wants andno one ever criticises her because they know she literally does not give asingle damn. She plays cheesy 90s boyband songs in the common room; she owns itand so other people start to enjoy it. She doesn’t care about school and neverstudies, and yet she and her brother get straight O-grades in all of theirexams. How? No one knows. She’s untouchable. She also ends up richer than allthe other next generation kids put together because of her amazing eye forbusiness; she takes Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes global and tunes out critics whosay it won’t work – because it does. Also the song She’s a Genius – Jet, mainlydue to the line “Oh, hey there girl, tell me what do you do?” “Nothing, but I’mdamn sure it’s more than you.” That’s Roxanne

Lorcan: Homewrecker– Marina and the Diamonds. This song is from a girl’s perspective but naturallythe pronouns are switched for Lorcan. He breaks a million hearts just for funand enjoys doing it. He obviously has more to his personality – bigger aims,insecurities, etc – but until he graduates Hogwarts his main aim in life seemsto be to play as many girls as possible. It’s a hobby. For the longest time heis only happy when he’s on the run, until he leaves Hogwarts and grows up veryquickly in a very short space of time. But until then – why not have fun datinggirls and getting away with breaking hearts while you can?

Lysander: TheScientist – Coldplay. This song actually was the basis for a really bigLily/Lysander fanfiction I wrote/still need to finish which is in the form oftheir penpal letters throughout the years. I think that although it’s arelationship song and not a personal one, it shows off Lysander’s personality,too. He’s the quiet one in his gang – he likes going to the library, doesn’treally join in on James and co.’s pranks, Prefect … he’s the voice of reason,and he doesn’t start to lighten up for a while. He enjoys a joke, of course,but he’s not confident enough to make any all the way up until seventh year.His world is almost clinical but from fourth/fifth year onwards his heartstarts to become a bigger thing in his life – imo the line “questions ofscience and progress do not speak as loud as my heart” really applies to him

Scorpius: TheLightning Strike: The Sunlight Through the Flags – Snow Patrol. The song isreally long and made up of three sub-songs, but the second one is the one whichapplies to him. The lyrics are calm in a way, like him, but they speak ofrepairing yourself and making up for mistakes in his case. “These accidents offaith and nature” verse sums him up because he’s born into a family which hasmade a LOT of mistakes, and he’s nothing like that, so he has to find thisbalance between loving his family, because he does, and staying genuine to thedecent person that he is. It’s also kind of about his siblings – he assumes hehas none (because he’s an only child), but he ends up with a really big familycollected over the years: Ted’s basically his cousin and with him comes lovelyVictoire; Lily and Rose, although he dated them in his second/third year, endup as close as sisters to him; James, despite a very rocky start duringHogwarts, has his back and becomes a brother to him when they’re partnered forAuror missions. The Wotter and Scamander kids are crazy but they’re his. MrsWeasley sees him fiercely as her own as much as she did Harry, and Mr Weasleygets so excited when he hears that Scorpius is visiting. Andromeda has thebiggest amount of love for him. Astoria and Draco would give the world up fortheir son. So it’s like – you think you’re alone, but breathe … relax … you’resafe here with friends. You’re fine