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frogtanii · 4 years ago

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hq boys as the crimes they’d commit

warnings: CRIMES, crackfic, probably many typos idk i’m so tired lmaooo, cursing, drinking ??? idfk 😩💦

an: and i did this for what?? inspired by hq hcs royalty @sugardaddykenma @hina-wit-da-glock (AJSKSJ SORRY FOR TAGGING Y’ALL IF YOU SEE THIS, IT IS DEF NOT UP TO PAR W Y’ALLS WORKS ILY)

karasuno

sawamura daichi- insurance fraud!! somehow this is such a dad crime to commit?? dadchi didn’t try (dumb excuse, how do you accidentally commit insurance fraud smh) to commit insurance fraud but at one point in his late-thirties, he was very very broke and was already working as much as possible so, he decided to fake an ankle injury, as you do, and filed a bunch of claims which made him bank. daichi kept doing it until he was able to quit one of his jobs and buy himself a really nice suit and a rolex (uhhh 🥵). he somehow never got caught tho and to this day, none of his friends know how he was able to afford a tesla on a cop’s salary (sorry daichi but acab 😔✨)

sugawara kōshi- child abandonment!! ok you can try and fight me on this but i feel in my bones that suga absolutely despises children. he can tolerate ages 10+ but anything younger than that, he will punt them into the next dimension. the thing is, people just assume he likes kids because of how good he is with his team which is why his aunt begged him to babysit his nephew taro. taro was being an absolute brat when suga took him out for the day and he was 👉👈 this close to snapping. he put taro down for like 3 seconds to pay for their ice cream and when he turned back, the demon spawn was gone. he panicked, running around the park looking for taro when it turns out, taro was just bent down behind the bench. some random karen called the police and suga has never craved murder more.

nishinoya yuu- arson!! you CANNOT tell me nishinoya doesn’t have a ~murder~ playlist that he listens to to get himself hype (me too noya, me too). one night, he got a lil too hype listening to start a riot by duckwrth and watching demolition videos on youtube. he snuck out of his house to an empty shed like 30 minutes away and maybe... lit it on fire while genocide by lil darkie played on a speaker nearby. what he did NOT anticipate was the absolute size of the fire so he freaked out and called the firefighters who promptly called the police. he didn’t want to get grounded so he called daichi to bail him out. daichi still told noya’s parents 😔.

tanaka ryūnosuke- vandalism!! tanaka had been on alt tiktok and saw a group of cool friends spray painting an abandoned building. he thought “that’s cool, lemme do that!” but then he realized he had no friends (AHDGS JK I LOVE TANAKA). he asked nishinoya who was grounded from the arson incident and he knew he definitely couldn’t ask daichi, suga, asahi, or enoshita so he decided to go it alone. that proved to be a MASSIVE mistake. he got the supplies, arrived to the building of his choice (thanks saeko :3), and decided to spray paint a huge p3ni5 in bright red paint. he finished “successfully” and zoomed back home. what he didn’t realize with his two-and-a-half braincells is that he signed his glorious piece with his full name. the cops were at his house the next morning...🧍

hinata shoyō- forgery!! hinata did NOT think that forgery was even a crime. how was he supposed to know that he wasn’t allowed to copy his mom’s signature on a permission form! all he wanted was to go to an overnight training camp 😿

kageyama tobio- attempted murder!! kageyama swears it sounds worse than was and he is absolutely incorrect. what happened was so much worse. he and hinata were having a competition to see who could hold their breath the longest underwater (you can’t tell me they haven’t done some dumbass shit like this) and kageyma lost almost instantly (he has the tiny lungs of an asthmatic). he didn’t want hinata to notice so he held hinata’s head under the water for like 10 seconds. suga walked in though, saw hinata thrashing around in the water and immediately called the police. kageyama never forgave him.

tsukishima kei- cyberbullying!! first of all, i had no idea you could get arrested for cyber bullying!? that being said, neither did tsukishima who spent 80% of his time making fun of people online (and on his real account!! bold). eventually one of the people he bullied (hinata) reported him on instagram and his very lame account was deleted (pls don’t bully people online 😤).

yamaguchi tadashi- shoplifting!! andjksh this is so funny because this scenario has happened to me and i can just SEE this happening to poor tadashi. yamaguchi gets super late night cravings (and usually tsukki will walk with him at like 3 am 🥺 nEWAYS) so he’ll sneak out and walk to the mini-mart near his house. one night, he was so tired but also super hungry so he went onto his nightly routine and basically sleepwalked into the store. he picked out his favorite chips and candy bar (which are sour cream&onion lays and milky ways in case you were wondering 😌✨) and just... walked out the store without paying. the store clerk was mysteriously missing so yamaguchi made it all the way home, ate half the bag of chips and passed out without realizing what he’d done. once he did, he cried for 2 hours straight.

nekoma

kuroo tetsurō- telemarketing fraud!! kuroo originally did telemarketing fraud as a joke?? like he was trying to prank call someone pretending that they had lost their information and they actually gave it to him??? he was mildly concerned but even more excited. he did it over and over again but he never used the info for anything. to this day, kuroo literally has a notebook full of credit card numbers and bank account passwords but he refuses to use it because he believes it’s ✨wrong✨(but it isn’t wrong to take all that information in the first place under false pretenses, not realizing that once people find out, they are forced to close credit cards and accounts but go off self righteous king). once he brought the book up to kenma and he offered to sell it on the dark web. now kuroo feels less bad about what he’s done! :D

kozume kenma- computer crime!! pfttt this one seems kinda obvious but what do you expect from kenma :). he spends so much time on the internet, he’s definitely picked up some less than legal skills that still help him now 👀. kenma did little mini crimes like getting into other people’s wifi but his crowning achievement was when he hacked into the minneapolis pd website and had it so when you opened the page, a black lives matter screen came up. he never told anyone that it was him who did it but he thinks it’s the best he’s ever done.

yaku morisuke- racketeering!! yaku, the feral king, ran an underground gambling ring in the basement of nekoma (do they have basements?? who knows! i don’t!) during his third year. the only reason it didn’t get shut down was because coach nekomata took a portion of yaku’s profits whenever he won (which was literally all the time). everyone on the team has lost money to him which is why they never play with him anymore. they won’t even let yaku play monopoly 😔.

haiba lev- indecent exposure!! poor lev’s head is so empty, he tends to fall for whatever pranks his senpai’s do to him. this time kuroo had somehow convinced him that in order to grow his schlong, he had to run outside naked for 10 minutes because the moonlight had special growing properties. lev was a lil scared ngl because he was already superrr tall and didn’t need to grow his height (or his dick ((boy is hung)) but poor lev is insecure) but he did it anyway. long story short, an old woman saw him parading around the neighborhood naked and called el policia. 0/10 dick did NOT grow and had to spend a night in jail naked 😿

aoba johsai

oikawa tōru- prostitution!! KAKKAKA iwazumi made fun of oikawa for being so shitty and said that he couldn’t pick up anyone if he tried. flattykawa took this as a personal challenge and went out onto the street, asking people if they’d have sex with him. with the way he was asking (and the way he was dressed), people assumed he was a paid w h o r e and someone eventually reported him. iwazumi had to pick oikawa up from the station- he never let him live this one down.

iwaizumi hajime- battery!! it wasn’t technically battery but oikawa is a lil bitch and overreacts (at least in his words -_-). the amount of times iwa-chan has beat the absolute shit out of oikawa is uNREAL. he just can’t handle the stupidity sometimes so he just smacks the crap outta him. not for real for real but the way oikawa reacts, you’d think a murder was occurring. one time, shittykawa screeched so loud, they got a noise complaint -_- hajime hates it in these streets.

matsukawa issei & hanamaki takahiro- conspiracy!! issei and hiro have a secret blog where they discuss conspiracy theories and such but one day, hiro found an article that explained how jfk’s death was an inside job. he sent it to issei who began to theorize how HE’D do it. that devolved into a massive thread on their blog of how’d they murder a president which blew up and caught the attention of the cia who sent the a letter telling them to quietly delete the blog. they did because they were terrified but they kept the letter and now it’s framed in issei’s apartment.

kyōtani kentarō- assault!! baby is an angry little boy but for all the right reasons. he was at a bar (when he’s all grown up, duh) and he spotted an absolute drunk creep hitting on a girl who clearlyyyy did not reciprocate his feelings. kyōtani, being the respectful king that he is, went over to the guy, pulled him by the jacket and beat. the. shit. out of him. while the bartender was happy with the fact that the creep was out, he was not impressed with the damage to his bar. he just sent kyōtani out who casually adjusted his leather jacket and rings, and hopped on his motorcycle to ride away into the night. i am the FATTEST simp for this man ONG 🥴

shiratorizawa

ushijima wakatoshi- stalking!! poor ushijima has no idea how intimidating he can be. he was on a train late at night after practice and the woman sitting across from him left her purse sitting on the seat. being the gentleman that he is, he took the purse and followed her to return it. the only problem is that the closer he got, the faster she ran and when he tried to speak (yknow with his scary, deep, baritone voice), the woman screeched and called the cops on him because he was a “strange, big man who was following her home.” when the police showed up, ushijima was painfully confused and just held up this tiny ass purse in his massive hands. the cops laughed.

tendō satori- ???!! no one knows what crimes (or how many 😳) tendō has committed but each of his teammates have different ideas- ushijima: “i don’t believe tendou is capable of committing any sort of felony. well, maybe murder”; semi: “of COURSE he’s capable of crimes??! do you know how many times i’ve seen him come into the dorm with a suspicious stain of red on his sweater?? *shudders* if i end up dead, tendō did it...” in actuality, the only crime tendō has committed is ~drugs~ but he’s not bouta tell his friends that.

goshiki tsutomu- would be a VICTIM!! my baby tsutomu would NEVER commit a crime!!! i love this man with my everything and the only crime he’s committed is being too damn cute 😤🥺

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green-eyed-whumpster · 4 years ago

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My OC Universe: Rowan 60

Chapter 60 Summary: Cordelia takes Rowan from the dungeon, and gives him some nice clothes. (Tagglietelle: @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi, @much-ado-about-whumping, @abitefullofeverything, @whump-me-all-night-long, @sky-or-something-idfk and @tears-and-lilies)

Trigger Warnings: Horse fear?

Cordelia held his arm as she led Rowan out of the dungeons. His feet stumbled over the stone in his eagerness to leave, and when he felt the pavers, warmed from the sun, under his soles he closed his eyes softly.

“Can-can I please just…stand here a moment longer?” He asked, soaking in the yellow warmth. “Rowan, we shouldn’t let any of the servants see you,” She replied carefully. “If you are cold you can have this,” She unclasped the cloak hanging around her shoulders and draped it over him. “Are you going to kill me?” He asked gently, the kind gesture filling his chest with fear. “What? No! Of course not!” She exclaimed, turning to face him properly. “I promised Marie that you would disappear. And you will. I’ll take you back to Peter.” She said as she placed her hands on his shoulders. “You…you will?” He breathed in disbelief. “Of course, I will! He’ll be so happy to realise that you’re alive.” Rowan startled her by falling to his knees and hugging her legs, soft sobs muffled by her trousers. “Thank you…thank you so much!” She bit her lip as her hands hovered over his head, unsure of how to properly console the boy. “Ro-Rowan,” She muttered as her fingers brushed his hair. “We should…I’ll take you to a store closet and we can get you some normal clothes, but I meant it when I said the servants shouldn’t see us.” He paused as he realised he was jeopardising their chance to leave by being weak. He released her quickly and scrambled to his feet, wiping his eyes hurriedly. “All right, I-I’m sorry,” He sniffed and hid his hands under the cloak. “No, it’s fine, just, the sooner we leave, the sooner you’re free.” Free. He nodded eagerly and she smiled at him softly, pulling up the hood of the cloak and wrapping her arm around his shoulders. “Keep your head down and stay quiet, no one should notice us.” She said as she began leading him down the hall, he simply nodded, hands balled in the cloak to keep it covering him entirely, grateful for her comforting arm on his shoulders. He flinched whenever he heard another set of footsteps, curling into Cordelia to avoid the spectre from seeing him. She led him through secret passages to the tailor’s storeroom, piled high with spare uniforms for all seasons and smelling pleasantly of linen and potpourri. “Let me just see how big you are,” She muttered, gently prying apart the front of the cloak, taking in his petite form and chewing her lip. “I don’t need anything special,” He said hopefully. “Anything that works is more than enough for me.” She smiled as she looked at him before turning to the pigeon-holes stacked with the clothing, reaching for one labelled ‘Boy’s Trousers’. She handed the brown woollen pants to Rowan and moved along the rows, looking for the box which said, ‘Boy’s Shirts – Autumn’. “Put those on while I find you some shoes and socks.” She said, handing him the light tunic. “I-will I need shoes?” He asked and she hesitated before shaking her head. “Not really, but it’s more comfortable if your feet aren’t bare.” He concentrated for the moment in removing his old clothes, carefully pulling on the shirt.

It was such a ridiculous thing, but he felt so much comfort when the sleeves hung from his arms, and his head had to push slightly to get it through the hole for his neck, only a fraction of his collarbone showing, instead of the tunic’s short sleeves and low neck, delving down to the base of his ribs. And the trousers, they may have been a bit rougher than the cotton shorts he usually wore, but he liked the weight of them hanging down his legs, covering them completely.

He heard Cordelia as she knocked wrong-sized shoes away somewhere nearby, a small huff told him that she had found some, and was moving back towards the corner Rowan was waiting in. “Here, they should fit,” She sighed, holding them and a pair of socks to him. “Thank you,” He muttered, crouching the pull them on. He paused, as a sudden and uncomfortable knot wormed in his stomach. “Cordelia,” He whispered, catching her interest as she rummaged for a coat. “What…what happened to Oliver?” She bit her lip softly and paused. “He-he isn’t dead, is he?” Rowan whimpered. He couldn’t face the possibility that because of him Oliver had been killed. “No, Rowan, he isn’t dead,” She said, moving back towards him. “But, your guard struggled when he was being arrested, he’s not well at the moment, but he should be alive.” Rowan sank to the ground and took a deep, shuddering breath. “Can I see him?” He asked and Cordelia shook her head. “We should leave as soon as possible.” Rowan pressed the heels of his hands into his mouth in a futile attempt to mute the sound of him sobbing desperately. “Rowan…” “Just-just give me a minute! Please,” He whimpered, sniffling violently as his chest stuttered. Cordelia nodded softly and returned to the piles of clothes. He allowed himself his minute of shameless muffled bawling, tears and mucus mixing together on his face as he choked the loudest of the sounds.

But eventually he knew that Cordelia would grow tired of waiting for him, and he didn’t want to upset his ticket out of the castle. He wiped his face with his hands and Cordelia appeared in front of him, holding out a handkerchief. “Thank you!” He gasped and gingerly rubbed his nose with it. “Don’t thank me, Rowan,” She sighed gently. “I should have saved you when I first realised you were here. It’s my fault that much of the worst things happened to you,” She muttered, helping him up. “N-no! I-of course not! It-it was my fault!” She scoffed as she wrapped a coat that was too big around his shoulders. “You were the victim, Rowan. It isn’t your fault.” She said, catching his cheek with her fingertips and forcing him to meet her eyes, to understand how serious she is. “But with a man like William, I knew what would cause him to punish me. I killed someone; he could have had me killed.” Rowan argued. “I knew enough to be able to avoid his anger, so it was my fault. You don’t…you don’t blame a bear for mauling a hunter. You blame the hunter for getting close enough to be hurt. The bear won’t change, so you were being irresponsible for approaching it and not it expecting to attack you.” As Rowan quoted the familiar words Cordelia’s mouth twitched softly. “Peter was talking about assholes in the tavern or people known for screwing over workers. Where the consequences were wounded pride and a few bruises or being cheated of a wage promised. Not of a spoiled monarch who tried to take your personality and crush it into a little ornament he could wear proudly. Cruel people are cruel.” She said, brushing his dirty hair over his eyes. “Anyone with a soul would feel ill when they realise how awfully you were treated. Even Marie, you may have guessed she wasn’t too fond of you,” Rowan nodded certainly, and she smiled gently at him. “But she was appalled when she saw the way he treated you. Even though she didn’t realise the true level of your relationship, she frequently complained that you were treated like an animal.” “Oh,” Was all that Rowan could think to say in response to the revelation that Marie didn’t entirely despise him. That maybe some of her scorn was misdirected because of William’s treatment. “Speaking of Marie, we should be going.” Cordelia added, bundling the stolen clothes into a sheet and pushing them into Rowan’s arms. “Same as before, stay quiet and stick by me, all right?” Rowan nodded, adrenaline rushing through his limbs at the reality of his freedom.

He followed Cordelia like a shadow, eyes glued to her feet, so he remained right by her side. She led him outside to a part of the gardens he was unfamiliar with, a wooden structure surrounded by wet dirt and mud stood before him, rustling sounds and soft whinnies coming from inside. He was grateful for the shoes now that the turned soil sunk beneath him. “Prepare my horse!” Cordelia called into the building, waiting until she heard a sound of affirmation before turning her attention to Rowan. “I need to go back to the port-side of the city to retrieve my things,” She explains. “I left them when I came back recently because I knew that the coup was coming, but at least once we get them it will be an easier trip home.” He nodded as a stableboy brought out a dark brown horse, he flinched and instinctively stepped back as he saw the animal, and Cordelia looked at him with concern. “What’s wrong?” She asked and he tore his eyes away from the creature to look at her, watching as she snatched the reigns from the boy’s hands. “That’s a bit rude, isn’t it?” He murmured weakly and she shook her head, glaring at the boy. “Not the way they’ve been treating you.” She answered, causing the boy to cower under her gaze and scurry off. “But they weren’t that bad,” Rowan argued. “Maybe not directly to your face, but if you don’t wear a crown, or a crest, then servants will say anything. Poisonous gossip being a favourite.” She spat, walking closer to Rowan. “Now, what was your problem with horses?” He was embarrassed to have to admit it. He was already so weak before Cordelia, he had burst into ugly, wet, sobs twice since they left the dungeon. “I-in the past, I haven’t really…enjoyed, the way I travelled on them,” He muttered, averting his gaze from Cordelia. “Oh, all right,” She sighed softly, looking at the beast. “I have an idea,” She said and grabbed the saddle, lifting herself gracefully up onto the horse. Waiting until it steadied before holding a hand to Rowan. “I’ll take your clothes if you like,” She said, reaching for them, Rowan watched as she jammed the lump of cloth in between her and the saddle pommel, testing its security before now reaching to Rowan. “Put one foot in the stirrup,” She instructed as he takes her hand. “Not that one,” She added, causing Rowan to hesitate curiously, she meant for his right foot to leverage him up onto the saddle, meaning that he would face away from the front of the horse. “Trust me,” She encouraged, prompting him to nervously place his foot in the stirrup and look at her for confirmation before attempting to lift himself up. “Hold on, let me help.” She leaned over and placed his hands in the right places before steadying her own on his ribs. “I’ll count to three and then throw yourself up, once you’re balancing up straight you can carefully lift your other leg over so you sit against my chest, sound good?” She asked and he nodded eagerly. “One…two…three!” He let out a soft squeal as he pushed himself up off the ground and struggled to keep his grip on the saddle and not release it to grab Cordelia. “Good job, that was perfect!” She soothed, gently tightening her grip on his sides. “Now lift your leg slowly over the horse’s back, so we don’t startle him.” Rowan nodded as warmth pooled in his stomach from the praise. Before he knew it, he was sitting on the wad of clothing and Cordelia was angling his legs, so they rested over hers. He whined softly as he felt himself being opened up, but soon the familiar and comforting smell of her soap snapped him out of his daze and he curled into her chest. “Can I stay like this?” He asked softly, lips incredibly close to her neck. “It’s really comfortable,” “Of course,” Cordelia replied, wrapping an arm around his back and pushing him gently into her torso. “Just relax, we’ll stay at an inn by the port tonight so I can get my things and then we’ll leave the city, I promise,” Rowan let out a soft little giggle as the horse began moving forward and grinned widely. “I’m free,” He whispered, his voice trembling. “I-I’m finally free.”

#whump #medieval whump #my writing #oc #Rowan #Cordelia #freedom!!#horse fear

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dabis-dream · 6 years ago

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2, 5, 7, 9, 12, 16, 33, 35, 42, 43, 44, 45, 46, 47, 48, 49.

Asks for HotWings;

2. Who apologizes first? In what way? Is it hard for either of them to apologize?- Both being stubborn assholes, I do think though, that if the argument fell equally between the two of them, Hawks would apologize first. He’s less closed off than Dabi. Dabi, I don’t think would actually say “I’m sorry”. He’d apologize in his own special way of sorts.

5. How do they hide their pain when they’re upset? Do they try to hide their pain?- Dabi’s very good at keeping a straight poker face, but so is Hawks. Dabi would probably go even quieter, maybe even be rather cold towards Hawks. I think Hawks would express his hurt more willingly, still remaining carefully smart though. And hopefully Dabi won’t have all of his defensive walls up.

7. Would they hate-fuck if they were mad at one another? If they had a falling out?- Yeah lmao, probably. I honestly think it’d be one big hot mess of ‘King of The Hill’. Who gets the top? Lots of swearing, pinning, marking, quirk-use, etc. Hey, I don’t actually make the rules, believe it or not…

9. Is there something big that could potentially tear them apart if it was revealed?- Obvious one is Dabi’s identity reveal. Touya Todoroki. I don’t think it would tear them apart, I just think Dabi would dodge Hawks for a while. Thinking shit through, that kinda thing. He doesn’t like knowing that Hawks has something that important to dangle over his head. But, I don’t think it’d rip them apartb e c a u s e- On the other hand, Hawks’ double agent confession. Just like with Dabi’s identity, you’ve got Hawks’ being dangled right above his head too. It could get messy, knowing that each person’s got shit that important in the other’s grasp. Hopefully, with a mutual understanding, they both just keep it among themselves, hush hush style.

12. Who do they confide in when shit hits the fan? (Besides each other)- Hawks has Miruko. They’re best friends. He’s careful to not let her know anything too important though, by just using vague terms and explanations.- Dabi…. He’s got his cigarettes and himself. That’s all he’s ever had for the longest of times, he’s used to it.

16. Do either of them have a special item (an article of clothing, a necklace, a book) that they use when they miss the other? If so, what is it? What do they do with it? (read, wear, look, smell)- (Hawks mun and I have agreed that both Dabi and Hawks don’t actually keep much. Sure, Hawks is a rich ass model with lots of shit, but he doesn’t go out actively looking for shit either.) With that said, I could see Hawks keeping his Endeavor doll from his childhood close. Despite his distastes for the Number 1, it’s just something that’s comforting to him. He’s literally always has had it, the doll’s so gross and raggedy. Especially after he can confirm Dabi’s real identity as Touya, he finds it extra comforting. He might keep it close at night, maybe even cuddle it. I DON’T KNOW THIS ONE HURT MY BRAIN! anyways…- Dabi, now this boy REALLY doesn’t keep any possessions. He’s got his clothes and the BARE essentials. I’m talkin’ minimal food, bathroom stuff, staples, thread, that kinda SHIT. And that’s about it fellas. He can’t afford to keep anything precious to him, it could cost him. But, somewhere, hidden in his really really shitty ass hobo apartment, he’s got a sweater that the bird man brought for him on Christmas. Honestly, Dabi doesn’t really wear it all that much, especially not outside when working. You never know, you’ve always got to be careful. But, when it’s just him at home, and he can’t sleep, or he’s just… MEH? He’ll wear it around the house. It’s comforting, and it oddly smells like some of that bird’s cologne. idfk brochachos. I TRIED

33. Who worries more?- Dabi worries more. Though they’re both confident individuals, Hawks is more carefree. Dabi’s good at hiding his anxieties, but it certainly keeps him up at night.

35. Do they have any regrets (regarding the other, or just in general)?- I’m sure they both do. Individually, sure. Hella regrets. But within their… relationship, whatever you wanna call that, I’m not so sure. They both equally know, that being together, messing around- it’s dangerous. There’s more at stake for Hawks than Dabi too. They know it’ll get them killed, jailed up, whichever, but they don’t really care… Romeo and Juliet but far worse.

42. If one of them gets injured, who worries more?- I definitely believe that Dabi, again, would worry more. When shit involves himself, he could care less. He’s so used to taking hits, being hurt, bleeding, and far worse- that he just doesn’t care anymore. I also HC that wherever he’s got the scars, there’s little to no nerves anymore too. So, if Hawks is hurt, and Dabi’s around, or maybe that bird just flies to Dabi’s shitty ass hobo apartment for who knows what reason… The Todoroki’s gonna be lowkey freaking out. But that doesn’t stop him from helping the poor chicken. He’s got steady hands when it comes to stitching, stapling, cleaning, whatever. He’s good at it. Honestly, he could even use his fire to cauterize a more serious wound if need be.

43. Who would be more afraid of the other’s death/harm?- Dabi. Again. He’s got such an intense fear that Hawks is going to end up hurt or worse, dead because of him. The thought actually terrifies him, and the closer they grow, the more some unwelcoming nightmares creep their way into Dabi’s dreams.

44. Who ends up yelling first? Are they always yelling when arguing, or do neither of them yell at all? - I know you all probably expect me to say that Dabi yells. But, I don’t actually think he yells. When they argue, Dabi’s voice is usually at a rather eerily low tone. Now, if Hawks manages to get on a touchy topic (bringing up that he’s Touya for the first time for example), THEN, Dabi will yell. He might get some hot hands, grip the other’s jacket, push him up against something and yell in his face. He’s very... sensitive about that topic.- The first time Hawks yelled at Dabi, that was actually quite shocking/scary to witness. Hawks, he doesn’t yell either. I’d say he probably just gets more assholeish and sarcastic during arguments. But man, when he snapped on Dabi the first, and I think only time (Y’all gonna have to wait and see someday for this rp probs), it was quite the sight. You could catch Dabi shutting right the fuck up.

45. Who would be more likely to save who?- Hawks is a hero, that shit is threaded throughout his veins. He’s good at his very core, and wouldn’t miss a beat on saving the fire user. Even if it meant sacrificing his wings, or himself, he’d still do it.

46. Who stays up at night brooding?- Oh you know my boy Dabi does that shit every night. He sleeps better when Hawks is there, but when it’s just him… He typically doesn’t fall asleep, and if he does, he doesn’t stay asleep very long as nightmares haunt him every night. He doesn’t even know why he attempts to sleep anymore, it just backfires on him. This boy will overthink everything at night, it’s the only time he lets himself (when he’s alone) to actually break down if need be.

47. Who has more dreams/nightmares about the other?- Would it shock you if I said Dabi again? Probably not. Hawks, he definitely has the hot fever dreams more often (usually involving some fun times with Dabi). But when it comes to nightmares, that’s all on Dabi. Again, he’ll either dream of Enji/himself melting his skin away, or Hawks dying because of Dabi’s mistakes. That’s not to say that Hawks doesn’t have nightmares either, and that also doesn’t mean that Dabi doesn’t have some soft (hard lmao) dreams about Hawks.

48. Who comforts who after a bad dream/event?- Hopefully not, but if Hawks ever catches Dabi thrashing around because of one of his night terrors, he’d carefully calm the situation down. Hawks is actually a very calming presence in Dabi’s life, he just won’t ever admit it. Again, hopefully the dreams weren’t as bad to the extent of Dabi’s flames roaring to life, accidentally hurting the winged hero in the process. Dabi would feel like shit, to put it simply. Also, if Hawks happened to witness one of these nightmares, I think after the initial shock of being woken up, he’d probably close himself off, not wanting to feel vulnerable at all.

49. Do they think about each other a lot? Does it affect their performance/work?-I’d say so. They make sure it doesn’t affect their work though, as there is A LOT at stake for the both of them. At first, Hawks thinks WAY more of the villain, but slowly, that chicken-eating bird keeps crossing Dabi’s mind, and it frustrates him to no end.

@hawks–dream

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wreckshq-blog · 6 years ago

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guess who’s back with a brand new rap ....it’s not me but i have my Wreckt™ boy here for y’all to love/hate !!

( dacre montgomery , 19 , cismale ) — ┊hey there, jesse wilson, i’ve had my eye on you. i see you making your way down the streets of willow creek and everyone there thinks that you’re boisterous & resourceful, but i know that you’re really truculent & sardonic. you remind me of a mud splattered truck’s engine roaring down a long stretch of dirt road, the loud crack of an aluminum bat colliding with a soaring baseball, and cold leather jacket enveloping bare torso on a summer night. and even though you’re just a high school senior & drug dealer, i know the truth about you. i know that you’re dealing drugs to your peers in order to help your mom pay rent and make ends meet. but don’t worry, it’ll be our little secret if you play by my rules.

“ you don’t know who the fuck i am ! ” so uhhh this angry bullheaded punk got held back during his freshman year ( hence his age as a hs senior sdhuifdf ) for picking too many fights and getting like super suspended for the last few months of school lmao idiot. homeboy is a native to rose hollow so u know holla at all the fellow natives who would prob be cool with him or prob know him to be a lil shit disturber.

tw: daddy issues by the nbhd plays in the bg ; yah tragic so uh, jesse’s dad was a huge dick like.... he worked a laborious job all hours of the day and then would immediately retreat to the viper bar to get fuckin lit with all his buddies so by the time he got home...... he was completely Sloshed and just bitched abt everything until passing out in his ratty lazy boy chair in front of the tv. and sometimes he would go away for weeks at a time bc of “work” but really the scum had another entire family that jesse nor his mom knew abt until papa wilson pced the fuck out when jesse was just 10 years old, and left them with basically nothing.

so he hates his dad and hopes he never sees him again bc if he does...... he wants to kill him for what Scum put him and his mom through. by default, jesse is a mama’s boy. he would do & does anything she needs of him ( + more but i’ll touch on that in a min ) bc she has done and still does so much for him. obviously when the shitty Man of the house left, she had to pick up a few jobs to support herself and jesse after just being a housewife / stay at home mom for nearly 10 years, and my boy here really thinks she’s the strongest lady he knows for real.

bc she does so much and he wants to do whatever he can to help out, jesse started getting into some major shit. he would tell his mama he was working the odd job, like mowing lawns, tossing newspapers, or just general labour work around the neighbourhood idfk whatever noble teens do to make $$$. but in reality, he was swiping bicycles off of lawns at night to sell on ebay, stealing from his friends’ parents whenever he went over to their houses, and gambling at school with his friends. now that he’s older, however, he’s moved onto bigger and better things, such as growing and selling weed to his peers. despite his mom’s impeccable efforts, she’s only one person, and he wants to look out for her just as she’s done for him his entire life. i mean yo he’s making mad money and truly believes they’d lose their house if it wasn’t for his help ?? he’s just scared deep down for his ma ok shut up.

HOMEBOY IS A TRAMP. relationships are not his forte, he would rather have a bazillion girls to flirt with / mack on, than to tie himself down to just one gal. & it’s not bc he wants to spread himself around it’s just........ he doesn’t wanna get Deep with anyone. that’s it he lit doesn’t wanna be all emotional and share his Feelings with another person so uh ladies knock him out idk. he loves the attention but at the same time, he hates it ?? like one minute he’ll wanna Tap that Ass and then the next he’ll feel sick to his stomach bc he was being affectionate sdafhuikg idK guys he’s a freak. he’s also super into baseball ? like.... he’s no sports fanatic by any means but he loves playing baseball, just taking a bat and whacking shit tbh so he’s prob on the school team or some sort of team outside of school.

a few rando wanted connections i’d love to have for him: THE POLICE YO any official members of the law that maybe hate him & wanna lock him away forever OR maybe looking out for him ?? they see potential & wanna help him better himself / get on the right track , obviously he needs his clientele so anyone who wants good ass weed that ain’t taxed by the government... hit him up , a bunch of enemies like this kid is a Punk he will straight up throat punch anyone who gets in his face abt anything & he’s just so angry so.... yeah , a couple of pals who are like indifferent ?? like whether they go to school with him or a little older they’re just ppl he can actually tolerate and they tolerate him and it’s just ... peaceful & civil wow , he needs some roWDY FRIEND to shake him of his anger & get him out partying like ‘let loose man... chillax’ - he needs that type of friend.

again super down for whatever, whether u have any wcs that jesse could fit or u just wanna brainstorm - i’m here for it hunnies !!

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Curious Conundrum (Part 25)

Prompt: You’re John Watson’s sister. One day you decide to visit your brother for lunch, only to meet the infamous Mr. Holmes…

Word Count: 3032

Warnings: language, flirtation, sexual innuendos (maybe? idfk), murder/crime/case related stuff, angst, jealousy…

Notes: Beta’d by @carryonmyswansong Not only did she beta, but I literally couldn’t have written half these scenes without her help. She contributed majorly, even wrote some parts of scenes. I am forever in her debt.

Also, this starts AFTER Season 2, episode 1. I don’t follow all the episodes, but it does follow the timeline and hit some major events : )

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Reservations made, vendors paid, outfits picked up, certificates ready, and it was the day of the wedding, finally. Sherlock had gotten up before you, shockingly.

He’d been composing a song on violin for them and you had absolutely loved the way it’d sounded. Secretly, you hoped and prayed if you two ever got married he would do something similar but you would never bring up the idea of marriage to him.

You were busy texting Mary, grabbing your dress, heels, makeup, and accessories, and box of wedding goods while he had his recorded violin music going.

“Y/N, will you come here?” he called from the living room.

“What is it?” you asked as you stepped in.

“Dance with me?” he requested, his dreamy eyes alluring as he held his hand out. Even though he was in his pajamas and robe, he still looked like the best dance partner you could ever ask for.

“I--Sure,” you breathed, gliding over to him and taking his hand. Without much warning, his other hand snapped over your waist. The sensation awoke feelings in you you hadn’t felt in a long time.

You and Sherlock had been living together, sure, and the touching was slowly but surely coming back. Holding hands was more frequent, and you kissed nearly every day, but the sex had yet to come. That was something you’d been really scared of.

Being this close, smelling his aftershave, your chests pressed together… It was hard to resist him before, and growing even harder right this second. The two of you began dancing, twirling, and he dipped you just as Mrs. Hudson walked in, making you blush.

“Shut up, Mrs. Hudson,” he snapped casually as she stepped in.

“Sherlock,” you chided, still holding on to him.

“I haven’t said a word.”

“You were formulating a question. It’s physically painful watching you think,” he remarked.

“I thought it was you playing.”

“It was me playing.” He let you go and paused the music. “I am composing.”

“You were dancing,” she noted, walking in with a tray, smiling.

You blushed and nodded. “He’s road testing his new song,” you informed.

“Oh, you two look so cute together. I’m so glad you finally moved in, darling. Sherlock really missed your company--”

“Why are you here?’ he suddenly demanded, turning to face her.

“I’m bringing you your morning tea, you’re not usually awake,” she noted.

“You bring me tea in the morning?” he asked before plopping into his chair and you went to stand behind him.

She giggled. “Where do you think it came from?”

“I don’t know. Just thought it sort of happened.”

“Your mum has a lot to answer for.”

“Mmm, I know. I have a list. Mycroft has a file.”

She sat across from the two of you, grinning ear to ear. “So! It’s the big day then!”

“What big day?” Sherlock asked before you playfully tapped him.

“The wedding!” she stressed. “John and Mary are getting married!”

“Two people who are currently living together are about to attend church, have a big party, go on a short holiday, then carry on living together. What’s big about that?” he asked.

“Marriage changes people.”

“No it doesn’t,” you and Sherlock said in unison. He looked up at you with a half-smile.

“Well you two wouldn’t understand because you’re not married.”

“No, but we live together. Just because the government doesn’t recognize it and I haven’t taken Sherlock’s last name..” you insinuated slowly, “doesn’t mean we don’t understand.”

Mrs. Hudson continued to talk about her friend and their wedding day, about how marriage changes you but you personally couldn’t imagine it. So two people who love each other make it legal, what could it possibly change? In the meantime, Sherlock had nearly thrown Mrs. Hudson out of the flat. His nerves were just a jumbled up mess. You had half a mind to offer him a cigarette, but thought better of it.

Sherlock looked over at John’s chair, a solemn expression touching his face. It didn’t take a genius to see what had suddenly bothered him.

“He’s still your friend, Sherlock, just like he’s still my brother. He’ll have time for all of us,” you assured softly.

“Right,” he said, his tone making it clear he was changing the subject. “You need to take all of those things to Mary and I need to finish this song.”

“You’re in the mood for kicking people out today,” you noted with a smile.

“I’m in the mood to do our jobs,” he remarked lowly, his tone making you quiver.

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The day went off almost without a hitch -- well the first part. Getting Mary into her gown, getting the veil on, the makeup and hair artist helping her. You and Sherlock walking down the aisle when it was your time, trying to keep your eyes off him in a tux.

He looked good in pajamas, great in his business casual, but god damn did he look delicious in a tuxedo.

The lot of you were getting your pictures taken, when you noticed one of the bridesmaids, Janine, had leaned over to Sherlock during the photo session to whisper and talk. He nodded for a moment, and then gestured to some guests. For some reason, this action went up your spine.

After the photos, you were shown over to the garden room where John and Mary greeted the guests one by one. Once you got inside, everyone started to mingle. You stayed by Mary’s side, as your duty was practically written law to be there. She assured you to go off and have fun, but you felt it would be best if she needed help that you were right there.

While you stood there however and tuned her and John out, your eyes washed over the crowd, searching for your boyfriend. There he was again with Janine. The two were huddled closely, talking lowly as their eyes moved about the room. The more they talked, the more they seemed to grow fond of each other. He turned to her and gave a small look of satisfaction, and she gave him a look of adoration.

The sight alone sent flames to the top of your head.

Time drug on as you tried to stay by Mary’s side, but it kept getting harder as you watched Janine practically like a shadow on Sherlock. Every time, you wanted to nearly rip your heel off and beat her with it.

Normally, you wouldn’t have had this sort of reaction, this level of jealousy. But those awful words Sherlock had spoken to you before… well, they still resonated. He’d assured you time and time again they weren’t real, but how could you be sure? Maybe Irene Adler had given up on him? Maybe he’d settled for you? Maybe now that he had a taste of a real romance and relationship, he was ready to move on from you. As if you were training wheels - the first set, just the thing to get him broken in, ready for the real thing, then as soon as you weren’t needed, off you went.

You tried to reason, think logically, tell yourself they were just talking. People could do that after all, just talk… But this was your boyfriend, this was the man who had put you through hell and back, this was the man that was supposedly hard to woo, anti-social person. Yet here he was fraternizing.

You shook your head as all of you had taken a seat at the wedding party table, Sherlock next to you, Janine on your left. If she even looked at him funny, you’d break a glass over her face.

They commanded attention for the Best Man and Sherlock realized that was him. A slight look of panic shadowed his face before you squeezed his hand and he stood up, ready to speak. The room was still applauding as he got things ready.

“Ladies and gentlemen, family and friends… and… um, others,” he stammered, looking out onto the quiet and awkward crowd. “A--a--also…”

Your insides twisted for him. It was your job to stand before people and talk nearly every day, but not his. He never had to talk to a lot of people at once, and if he did, it was usually to brag about himself.

“Telegrams,” you suddenly whisper, hoping to push him along and help.

“What? Oh, oh right,” he noted. He picked up the cards and said, “First things first. Telegrams. Well, they’re not actually telegrams. We just call them telegrams. I don’t know why. Wedding tradition. ... because we don’t have enough of that already, apparently.”

You cringed at his words. You knew he loathed weddings, marriages, all of it, but he needed to keep in check his negativity on John and Mary’s day.

He read off the cards. He got through about three before he started to sum up their intentions and toss them onto the table.

“Bit of a theme – you get the general gist. People are basically fond.”

You adjusted nervously in your seat next to him.

“John Watson. My friend, John Watson. When John first broached the subject of being best man, I was confused.”

He then went on to recall the humorous conversation, one that you had not been present for, but now wish you had been.

“I confess at first I didn’t realize he was asking me. When finally I understood, I expressed to him that I was both flattered and ... surprised. I explained to him that I’d never expected this request and I was a little daunted in the face of it. I nonetheless promised that I would do my very best to accomplish a task which was – for me – as demanding and difficult as any I had ever contemplated. Additionally, I thanked him for the trust he’d placed in me ... and indicated that I was, in some ways, very close to being ... moved by it. It later transpired that I had said none of this out loud.”

To this, you and your brother gave a laugh, granting an opening for others to do so as well. After this anecdote, Sherlock pulled out the index cards that you had suggested and then he began leafing them out onto the table. All the while muttering “Done that bit.”

Finally, he set on with the speech. “I’m afraid, John, I can’t congratulate you.”

You stilled, remembering that you had helped him with the speech and that was not in there.

“All emotions, and in particular love, stand opposed to the pure, cold reason I hold above all things. A wedding is, in my considered opinion, nothing short of a celebration of all that is false and specious and irrational and sentimental in this ailing and morally compromised world. Today we honour the death-watch beetle that is the doom of our society and, in time – one feels certain – our entire species. But anyway ... let’s talk about John.”

“Please,” your brother urged gently.

"If I burden myself with a little help-mate during my adventures, it is not out of sentiment or caprice – it is that he has many fine qualities of his own that he has overlooked in his obsession with me."

You couldn't help but smile and look down at your lap at that one.

"Indeed, any reputation I have for mental acuity and sharpness comes, in truth, from the extraordinary contrast John so selflessly provides. It is a fact, I believe, that brides tend to favour exceptionally plain bridesmaids for their big day. There is a certain analogy there, I feel, and contrast is, after all, God’s own plan to enhance the beauty of his creation."

At this, you grinned to, cocking your head slightly, wondering where on earth he summoned talks of God.

"...or it would be if God were not a ludicrous fantasy designed to provide a career opportunity for the family idiot."

Ah, there it is.

"The point I’m trying to make is that I am the most unpleasant, rude, ignorant and all-round obnoxious arsehole that anyone could possibly have the misfortune to meet. I am dismissive of the virtuous, unaware of the beautiful, and uncomprehending in the face of the happy."

A sad look shadowed your expression for a moment.

"So if I didn’t understand I was being asked to be best man, it is because I never expected to be anybody’s best friend. Certainly not the best friend of the bravest and kindest and wisest human being I have ever had the good fortune of knowing."

A round of awws went around the room and you wanted to join them.

"John, I am a ridiculous man redeemed only by the warmth and constancy of your friendship. But, as I’m apparently your best friend, I cannot congratulate you on your choice of companion."

For a moment, you wondered if he'd shattered the somewhat beautiful speech he had just built. But before you could assess the damage, he spoke again.

"Actually, now I can. Mary, when I say you deserve this man, it is the highest compliment of which I am capable. John, you have endured war, and injury, and tragic loss ...so sorry again about that last one. So know this: today you sit between the woman you have made your wife and the man you have saved – in short, the two people who love you most in all this world. And I know I speak for Mary as well when I say we will never let you down, and we have a lifetime ahead to prove that."

To your surprise, you were tearing up. Sherlock had somehow managed to insult everyone in the room, even himself, and yet say the most eloquent and loving thing. And that is why you loved him.

“Ah, yes. Now on to some funny stories about John…” but he looked up and realized everyone was misty eyed and quiet. “What’s wrong? What happened? Why are you all doing that? John? Y/N?"

You couldn't say much so Sherlock turned back to John.

"Did I do it wrong?"

"No, you didn't. Come here." He embraced Sherlock warmly , your heart glowing with love at the sight before you.

After that, Sherlock started to go into some of their cases together, all of the noteworthy ones. Then he moved on to the bachelor night. The recollection of it tickled you, even with Molly in the story. It was a rather hilarious night, while Sherlock had tried to control their party, you’d treated Mary to a night of drinking, clubs, dancing, and then back at their house, loads of gifts.

He finally reeled in the speech to an almost close, as he said, "Ladies and gentlemen, pray charge your glasses and be upstanding. Today begin the adventures of Mary Elizabeth Watson and John Hamish Watson. The two reasons why every single one of us is ..."

But suddenly, he stopped, frozen. He stared forward a moment and you looked over at him, worried. Before you could react, he’d let go of his glass and it fell to the ground around your feet, shattering. You should’ve jumped back to protect your exposed feet, but your worry for Sherlock kicked into overdrive.

“Here today,” he finished. A waiter offered him another glass but you could tell, his demeanor had changed. It’d been subtle at first, but with every growing second it was more evident. Something was wrong.

“Ladies and gentlemen, people tell you not to milk a good speech – get off early, leave ’em laughing. Wise advice I’ll certainly try to bear in mind. But for now--" he put a hand on the table and launched over it. If you weren't so concerned for whatever was going wrong, it would've aroused you, that level of agility. “Part two! Part two is more acton-based. I’m gonna ... walk around, shake things up a bit. Who’d go to a wedding? That’s the question. Who would bother to go to any lengths to get themselves to a wedding? Well, everyone. Weddings are great! Love a wedding.”

Meanwhile, he was pacing up and down the tables, eyeing everyone.

You leaned over to John. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know, but something,” he acknowledged, both of you having your eyes on him. The two of you watched on in worried anticipation as he continued to pace. He muttered, mumbled, ranted, and rambled. He got Lestrade to leave to go to he bathroom.

You gasped. Someone was here. Something was going to happen. Something...fatal.

Just as you worked it out, Sherlock confirmed your fear by saying, “Oh! Ladies and gentlemen, can’t stand it when I finally get the chance to speak for once, Vatican Cameos.”

Those two words sent chills down your back. You knew very well what they meant, and John did too. He informed Mary and Sherlock seemed as if he was going to snap. In fact, he kind of did. He slapped himself twice and you couldn’t help but stand up, ready to go see if you could help him.

He continued to work out his theory aloud as he walked all over the room until he finally came up to the table and said, “Major Sholto is going to be killed. I don’t know how or why, but it’s going to happen.”

John kissed Mary, told her to stay there, then followed Sherlock. You and Mary looked at each other, speaking with your eyes for a brief moment before the two of you jumped up and traced their steps.

The four of you ran to the Major’s room as Sherlock explained that the man was in grave danger. However, he wouldn’t open the door for them. He demanded Sherlock solve it, but Sherlock claimed he couldn’t back then so he couldn’t now. John accused him of being a drama queen, and that unless ‘the game is on’ Sherlock can’t work properly. With this information, he was able to start sorting through possibilities, until he finally realized how he’d a murder had already been attempted on Major Sholto.

After reasoning with the Major, he finally opened the door and all of you rushed in to help him.

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tvriqkhvn · 7 years ago

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TARIQ KHAN is a TWENTY-TWO year old UNDERGRAD student studying ARCHITECTURE. they are known for being POISED and CANDID, but also being IMPETUOUS and SARDONIC. it didn’t take long before everyone started to call them the HEDONIST. ( lacey | est | she&her )

alright okay it is i lacey and i’m back out here with my old trash son who is.. v close to my hort. so this bio is a bit lengthier bt beAR WITH ME PLEASE

tariq comes from an upperclass family. his father mingles with the elite but after his parents divorced due to him putting his business before the child they were going to have, tariq has known middle-class his whole life. a place like brooklyn isn’t very easy to grow up in. especially when you’re of muslim descent. but thick skin was how he managed his way past school.

boxing and soccer have always been avid passions of his, while art was always on the down low. though in recent years, he’s been more open about his interest in art. he also enjoys reading plenty, but isn’t in the literature club. not yet, anyway. perhaps someone can drag him there by the ear cos tbh he’d rly enjoy it

tariq hadn’t always been the kinda closed off guy that you might find him to be today. sure he’s a flirt, and he likes to party, but it’ll explain as to how he became the somewhat burnout that he is today.

backstory time!!

back to freshman year of college, when tariq first met the love of his life.

ivy devereux. she was just as pretty as she sounds. the only girl who was able to successfully knock down tariq’s barriers.

the two hit it off surprisingly well. what with his infrequent interest in girls, and the way she’d laugh at him stumbling over words every time he talked to her. chemistry grew quick between the two, and before he knew it, tariq had fallen head over heels for a girl for the first time.

two years pass and they’re stronger than ever. It wasn’t easy, of course — but that’s how they knew what they had was real.

one summer night (towards the end of august), tariq set up big plans for the two of them, for their two year anniversary. summer job money spent entirely on a rooftop candlelit dinner for two. that, and a ring. he’d splayed out a dress for her to wear, and she promised he’d see her in it in three hours.

that night, he waited for her. he waited all night, but it was to no avail. she hadn’t shown up, and wasn’t answering her phone. tariq was starting to worry if she’d gotten cold feet. he knew he didn’t think it through enough. engaged, at 21? what kind of sap had he become?

not much longer and he received a phone call from the hospital. ivy had met with a terrible accident on her way to the restaurant. he rushed over as quickly as he could, but the doctors couldn’t save her. ivy devereux had passed away. that was the last time he’d seen her. he hadn’t even seen her parents since, nor did he bother to attend the funeral. he blames himself entirely for her accident, and no one could convince him otherwise. september rolls around, and he’s already transferred to beaumont in an attempt for a new start. the process was rather gruesome, seeing that he was a senior transfer, but outstanding GPA paired with his father’s connections just managed him a spot in the university.

he finds himself depending on alcohol or drugs to steady the aftermath of what ivy’s passing left behind. he actually still carries around the ring he fully intended to give her, and sometimes spends drunken nights alone on the roof because it makes himself feel closer to her than he truly is.

v depressed boi bt he doesn’t really show off this side?? he’s p chill n all bt can occasionally come off as cold to those who try to get too close to him. also occasionally snarky aha :~)

art is.. probably his only actually healthy outlet to cope, out of all his vices.

but he will sleep around, drink, or get high just to numb the pain. think weeknd trilogy cos lbr my entire tariq inspo is tht album right there

uuuhhhhH i didn’t proofread and can’t think of anything else to put in here so i’m just gonna hop right on over to some wc’s??

wanted connections:

someone he turns to for comfort. sometimes he’ll get flashbacks of ivy or it’ll be particularly hard on him a certain day and he can’t trust himself to be alone. he’ll go to this person and perhaps opt to sit in silence. only because he knows they’ll understand and won’t pry him with unnecessary questions.

hookups/fwb. tariq will.. sleep around. a lot. so i’m thinking friends who turn to each other for the. y’know. or friends who eventually do it, idfk

a childhood best friend maybe?? might do this based off character chemistry tbh. but this’ll be the only person who knows about tariq’s old gf and can help him in times of crisis.

unrequited love. an angst black hole, tbh. bt once again, based off chemistry.

that one friend who drags him to lit club. i was serious about that plot i think i want it

plots are of course not limited to this list cos i can’t think of many more!! bt like this and i’ll nosedive in2 those dms to give u som tariq lov

#bio.#more like trAsh.#bu:intro

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angremaebea · 5 years ago

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After-Action Patch-Up, Almost Kiss, and Grow Old With Me for any f/o

After-Action Patch-Up: How does your F/O react when they see you got hurt? How do they tend to your injury? MILO FEELS SOOOOO GUILTY WHEN I GET HURT OMG. HE *KNOWS* IT’S HIS FAULT. He automatically apologizes over and over until I tell him to please stop and he almost apologizes for *that*, and then he’ll make sure the wound isn’t too serious. If it isn’t, he kisses it, and puts a bandaid on it. If it is serious, he picks me up and carries me to the nearest doctor as quickly as he can. Almost Kiss: What was your first kiss with your F/O like? Oh gosh golly I hope it’s romantic. If he decides to kiss me when we first meet so be it, but if he waits.....I hope it’s like, either at night when we’re snuggled up laughing about dumb shit, or during a day out where it’s just the two of us having a picnic somewhere peaceful. Grow Old With Me: How long have you and your F/O been together? Hhahahahahahahahahah I’ve only been in love with him for a few days now, maybe a week or two Idfk I can’t remember Thanks so much for asking!

#double trouble

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snarkyowl · 7 years ago

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Can’t Help But Wonder Why

honestly this is so shitty idfk man.

Chase is left wondering why.

Chase Brody had a long of things on his mind that morning. The day the sun rose into a clear sky, perfect shades of orange and yellow spilling across the horizon. Sunrise on the sun was, oddly enough, like anywhere else. One would think the sun wouldn’t have weather, but Chase hadn’t questioned it much.

Chase hadn’t slept, the morning he found himself settled on the very top of the septiceye household. Above it all he felt he could breathe, felt he could relax if only a little. Felt he could let his fatherly and idiotic expression fall away. He didn’t need to play a part while he was up here on his own.

People said that life on the sun was so much better than life on Earth. In a way, it was. Being a winged being was… Odd, though. He wished, many days, he wasn’t. Wished he didn’t exist in general, really.

If he wasn’t winged, though, he wouldn’t be like he is now. Wouldn’t have been created, forced into a story he didn’t want to play a role in.

He had an ex-wife he couldn’t remember marrying, two kids he barely remembered raising. Every story he told was made up from flashes of what he and Stacy had gone over remembering together with the kids. Well crafted lies.

Chase hated to lie to his new family, but he felt he had no choice. He couldn’t fill silences without stories to tell, so he told lies. Lies were easy for Chase to tell, and to say them with a convincing smile was even easier.

Chase felt like Jack’s cheap, half-assed replacement.

He would never, never, mention that to any of the others. How could he? He didn’t even begin to compare to Jack, not at all. He was pathetic, pitiable at best. How could he, Chase Brody, compare to Jack? He hadn’t even known Jack. The name doesn’t carry the same weight for him as it does for others, but it still carries with it a heavy weight. The name Jack, to Chase, is the name of a man he’s apparently too-similar to. His wings, his face.

Only difference they really had appearance wise, from what he’s learned, would be their eyes. Chase has, several times, considered burning his face just to distance himself further from Jack.

He plucks feathers sometimes, wondering if maybe he can get them to grow back different colors. They don’t, and he eventually starts doing it just for how it feels.

He feels he shouldn’t be so caught up on a dead man, but he can’t help it when he knows the only reason Anti let him in in the first place is because of his similarities with Jack. That hurts the most, he finds, because he loves Anti without comparing him to anyone he’s ever known.

Anti becomes family to him because Anti needs him, but to Anti he knows he’s just a sad attempt to replace all that Anti’s lost.

Some days he tries to convince himself that isn’t the case. When he flies with Anti, he foolishly believes for a moment he’s done it.

Of course not.

Anti calls him Jack, and Chase questions it like he doesn’t know. Because to Anti, he doesn’t know. To most of the others, he doesn’t know. He’ll play the fool, the ignorant one for their sake and because it’s the one thing he’s good at aside from letting other people walk all over him.

It’s disgusting how pathetic he is.

He talks to Anti quietly, as though he isn’t in pain too. Pretends that he’s not considering the fact he may never just be Chase because he’s too much like Jack and yet so different. Chase pretends this is all news to him because sometimes letting them think you don’t know is better than letting them know the grave is the first thing you found, and the pieces weren’t that hard to put together.

When Anti hugs him, he beams. He is happy, happy that Anti is hugging Chase for the moment and not Jack. Not happy enough for what he projects, but Anti doesn’t need to know that much.

Anti makes up with the others, and Chase feels his job is done.

Chase doesn’t distance himself, doesn’t ostracize himself completely. Anti is still broken, still needs him, but at least Anti is doing better. Genuinely better, not just using him as a coping method.

Soon, Chase is back on the roof again. He lets himself relax once more, lets the facade fall if only for a moment. His wings drop like lead weights to his sides, and he slumps forward as though the bones in his torso just can’t support him anymore.

Chase lets himself, in that moment, be exhausted. Everything aches, every part of his body is begging him to just go back to his nest like he wants to.

He doesn’t, though, because he has things to do.

The sound of someone flying up makes him straighten up again, wings folding on his back like they should be. His expression turns from lost and morose to simply thoughtful and a little lost as whoever it is lands behind him.

The clicking of the shoes expose it to be Dark, and Chase let everything fall again. Dark already knew everything there was to know. Had already picked him apart piece by piece and found what makes Chase Brody tick.

Already knew how broken up he was.

“Finally here to collect?” “I am.” “What do you want?”

The next morning, every sound beats through his head incessantly and interrupts any thought he may have been able to settle in on. He blinks, and day turns to night.

That should have been enough to startle him, but it doesn’t. Instead, the knocking at his door and worried voice of Schneep is what scares him. He’s spent the whole day in his room apparently, what’s his excuse?

In the end, he panics over a lie so badly he vomits. This makes Schneep assume he’s ill, and soon he’s taking medicine and eating chicken noodle soup.

A few days later, he leaves the house with no real plan or destination in mind. He just wanders for most of the day, and when he finally gets home he promises Henrik that he’s already eaten plenty and isn’t hungry. He ignores the looks he gets as he makes his way to his room, wings drooping ever so slightly on his back. He’s not sure where he is when he blinks his eyes open. It’s an odd feeling, he feels… Claustrophobic. Carefully, and with one hand only, he reaches up. Ice floods his vein as his palm rests against hard wood.

Oh.

They buried him. He should be dead, then, shouldn’t he?

He panics quickly after that, crying out and slamming his hands into the top of the coffin because he isn’t dead, please he’s still alive-

He hears the laughter, and then the coffin opens. He sits up, and a microphone is shoved into his face. Warfstache asks something, but Chase is so upset he can’t focus on what it is. Chase shoves the microphone and Warfstache away because he feels sick and as upset as he is right now he’s not going to risk vomitting on the show host.

He hits the floor with a grunt, wings flapping as though they’ve got a mind of their own. As he stumbles to his feet, hands try to help them and in his panic he screams for them to keep the fuck away from him.

Finally, he straightens up and finds himself staring Anti in the eyes. Anti? He’d been in on this, then.

“How would you find me in a coffin being funny?” It’s the first thing that comes to Chase’s mind, and he watches Anti’s expression fall.

“It ̵wa̶s͢ ́jus͡t ̢śu̶pp͡o̕se̡d͏ ̀to̶ b͞e a p̛r҉àn҉ķ,̨ ̸Cha͝se. I̧ ̶di͢d̨ń't̡ ͟th̷i̕nk͡-”

“You didn’t think it’d be so bad?” Chase’s tone is accusing, but he still feels like he’s going to be sick and his breathing is still coming in gasps.

“You didn’t fucking think at all, did you? Oh it’ll be fine, Chase can take it! Right? That’s what you thought?” Chase snarls, and Anti steps back out of genuine fear.

“He’s chill so he won’t freak out! Right? Right?” Chase demands, and he’s so incredibly mad.

Anti’s expression, though, is enough to make him stop. His breathing is harsh, and he ends up on his knees with a hand over his mouth. Anti remains still in his shock as Schneep barrels into the room, cursing violently. He knocks people out of the way, finally going to his knees by Chase.

Chase is sobbing by then, sobbing and screaming and he doesn’t know what’s going on anymore. He doesn’t want to die, he tells them, he just wants to be left alone. Why he says it he doesn’t know, but in the next instant something’s stabbing his neck and he’s getting drowsy.

He wakes up in a hospital bed, monitors beeping around him. There’s someone with him, and a quick check reveals Anti. Chase breathes in deeply once, lets it out. He detaches himself from the monitors, carefully, one by one. Anti jerks awake as the heart monitor signals a flatline, and Chase winces at the sound.

Henrik appears, looking sleep deprived and terrified. Chase feebly smiles at the both of them, but it falls as he’s scolded for undoing everything. Schneep helps him finishing freeing himself, though, because now that he’s awake there’s no reason to keep him there.

Anti follows him outside, and Chase turns to face him.

“Anti.” He sounds stern, father.

Play the father.

“I̧ ̢re̴a͘lly didn̵'t̴ th͜in҉k ͏y͢o͡u̡'d get̵ ́so u͝p̸set,̴ C̛ha̢s̴e̕. I͢'m̧ s̕o͟rry̡.́”

The apology is sincere, and Chase nods. Despite the fact he’s been knocked out for a while now, he feels exhausted. He doesn’t have the energy to be mad or upset. “It’s fine.” He states, gentle and with a pleasant smile.

Anti looks unconvinced, but nods and uncomfortably heads off to his own room.

Chase knows, logically, they weren’t laughing over the fact he was dead. They were laughing at his panic, though he wasn’t sure that was any better. He’s sitting in his window, legs dangling out over the ledge as he contemplates the whole incident.

Contemplating the incident takes a turn when he falls.

He’s not sure if he fell asleep and fell, or just let himself fall as he plummets toward the ground. He moves as though trying to correct himself to fly, but the energy leaves him and he continues his descent.

Despite the wind screaming around him, he hears Anti’s voice screaming for him.

I’m sorry, he wants to say, I know you lost him like this too. Yet nothing comes out as Anti crashes into him. Unfortunately Anti fumbles and Chase’s descent continues, only this time with less momentum.

He falls through trees first. They rip into his wings and slice his arms and face, and as he cracks off a particularly large branch he finds he doesn’t feel any of it. He hears Anti again, sees him up above. Fastest flier can’t fly fast enough, the ground isn’t gentle as she catches him. Anti wails, and Chase loses consciousness.

For the second time he wakes to beeping monitors, but this time he’s also greeted by pain. It hits so suddenly and so harshly he lets out a pained whine, loud in the otherwise quiet clinic. Someone nearby stirs, and Schneep comes into view. He looks like hell, and Chase’s heart aches to know he did that. He caused that.

“Chase- mein freund-” “Hey.” Is all Chase can muster, it cuts Schneep off and the tone lets him know Chase can’t handle much right now.

That’s easy enough to see, once he’s close enough to see Chase. He isn’t wearing his glasses so Chase knows he can’t really see until he��s gotten closer. Chase is crying for a lot of reasons now, and Schneep quietly pets his head as he ups the morphine.

“Chase, I zhought I’d lost you… I am so glad I didn’t.”

The statement catches Chase off guard, and he makes a soft sound in response because what else can he say? He can’t just tell Schneep he’s not overjoyed to be alive, can he? No. Schneep is happy to have him here.

He can’t help but wonder why.

#icarus au #chase brody #dr. schneeplestein #antisepticeye #snarky writes

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jbizzzzle · 5 years ago

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I had to man up and call his office today and see where the fuck he is. I have to like first of all, muster up the courage to call because AnXiEtY! And then I have to mentally prepare myself for the let down of he’s still not fucking back yet. So today I did that. I called and it’s just another let down. They don’t know when he’ll be back booking appointments.

I’m trying so hard to not be sucked under by this situation but I cannot express enough to anyone how insanely hard that is. To not pay attention or feed into the depressing feeling, or the depressing thoughts, I just want to lie down and have everything stop. Everything is out of my control at this point and maybe that’s why it’s so insanely difficult. I try to control so many aspects of my life because growing up I had no control over anything. And with this situation it’s just entirely out of my grasp. There is nothing I can do about anything.

I’m depressed, I’m sad, I’m mad, I’m pissed off, I feel pissed on, and I’m trying with all of my might to be there for the people around me and be happy ol jolly Jess. But it’s just gone. I don’t know what to do. I’m stuck. And there’s just no way out. I have to sit in this mess and the feelings it leaves me with. And wait. And wait. And have patience. And wait. And find more patience. Idk how much longer I can do it.

I always thought top surgery would be the fucking bees knees. The coolest fucking most freeing feeling to have ever experienced thus far. But this has turned into the most fucking torturous hell. Idk how much longer I can deal with it.

Idek who I’m mad at. Who can I even be mad at?? Idfk what the surgeon is going thru to have had to cancel THREE MONTHS of appointments, and still have NO IDEA when he can start up again. But I know it must be serious enough for him to have felt the need to do so. So I can’t be mad at him. It’s not his fault I’m delayed he could be having just an equally as hellish time with whatever he’s dealing with. I guess I’m mad at life. I’m trying to keep my chin up and stay positive but I just can only bare it for so long. It’s just so fucking unfair. Life’s a bitch. And I fucking hate it.

Why is the universe testing me like this!!!!?!?!

Fuck

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thorne93 · 6 years ago

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Curious Conundrum (Part 24)

Prompt: You’re John Watson’s sister. One day you decide to visit your brother for lunch, only to meet the infamous Mr. Holmes…

Word Count: 1468

Warnings: language, flirtation, sexual innuendos (maybe? idfk), murder/crime/case related stuff, angst, jealousy…

Also, this starts AFTER Season 2, episode 1. I don’t follow all the episodes, but it does follow the timeline and hit some major events : )

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As with all things in life, the things you want to focus on took a backseat. John and Mary were engaged, and they were planning their wedding. In a horrible attempt, John asked Sherlock to be his best man. And to your great shock, Mary asked you to be Maid of Honor.

“Me? Why me?” you asked, perplexed. You knew Mary had a few close girl friends that she could’ve chosen.

She put her arm through yours as the two of you walked along the shops. “Because you’re John’s sister, I really like you, and not to mention, if I don’t make you Maid of Honor, then some other woman has to walk down the aisle with Sherlock.”

This thought hadn’t occurred to you, but now that it had, your blood started to bubble.

You grinned widely at her and said, “I think you’re going to be a great addition to the family.”

At this, she laughed merrily and the two of you went into shop after shop where she tried on probably a hundred dresses. You liked Mary, always had. Well, at first, of course you were skeptical, she was dating your big brother after all. But you could see the effect she had on him, a way she had with him. She was compassionate, yet stern. Something you think John needed in his life.

The two of you had become pretty good friends, in the few times she had stopped by to check on you during your dark time. Sometimes she came with John, watching after you. Other times she came on her own on her way from work. But either way, it was an incredibly sweet gesture, seeing as most people don’t go try to check in on their boyfriend’s little sister when she’s depressed. But Mary wasn’t like most people. She was kind-hearted and forgiving, but not a woman to be reckoned with and you really liked that about her.

After you and Mary had finished, she still hadn’t found a dress. You assured her the look wasn’t over and her dream dress was out there somewhere. You launched into full on Maid of Honor mode as you worked with her to see what all she still needed to get done. You asked her what she wanted John's help with and what she wanted your help with.

So far, it seemed she and John would pick his tux, their rings, the church, the reception, and the food. That left the dress, veil, accessories, shoes, flowers, decorations, and the bridal party attire.

With all of this, you focused on your real job and the wedding, trying to be at John and Mary’s every beck and call. If it was any other time, it would’ve been fine, but somewhere in the back of your mind, you realized this was bad. Being Mary’s Maid of Honor gave you an excuse to avoid Sherlock. Trying to wiggle out of hanging out, helping on cases, coming to his apartment to spend the night. You always gave an excuse that you were either surfing the web for tips, shopping online, or putting together lists.

You couldn’t help but be prone to not want to be around him. Being around him hurt almost as much as when you thought you’d never see him again. Something about those haunting blue crystal eyes, those long fingers, that notorious coat, his dark curls -- something about them turned your stomach when you saw him. Anxiety and fear would rip through you every time.

One day, this would be a dream. One day, you’d wake up in an asylum, realizing you’d finally snapped. One day, he’d really be gone and your poor heart would just stop beating.

Sherlock continued to try though, he kept pushing slightly. He wanted to give you your space, but he worried if he let up too much, you would feel like he’d disappeared again. So he kept at it, reminding you constantly that he was there, that he wasn’t going anywhere. Yet, while he was continuing to try and push you, he had his own Best Man duties he had to attend to, which just caused the chasm to grow even further.

Moving in together had even been put on hold because you weren’t ready to leap just yet, and finding the time to do all of that would’ve been impossible. At least until Mary and you were out looking for her dress once more, after you’d looked at flowers, centerpieces, table cloths, and chosen the wine to be served.

The saleswoman was fussing over Mary’s train as she eyed herself in the mirror, then you as you walked around her, assessing how it fit her body.

“Just think, Y/N, this might be you someday!” she said with a giddy grin.

At first, you had no idea how to respond. Marriage? The thought had crossed your mind before Sherlock’s little… event, but now… you could hardly stay in the same room without feeling anxious. It’s not that you didn’t want to. When you thought about it -- Sherlock in a tux, waiting for you at the end of some aisle, all your friends and family there, it sounded quite nice. Even fast forwarding through domestic living. The two of you working cases, solving crimes, helping the justice system just to come home to each other. Someone to lean on… Well, isn’t that what anyone wanted in life? Someone to love and be loved?

You laughed softly. “I’m not sure Sherlock’s the marriage type,” you noted. He had already made leaps and bounds to even date you, then kiss, then have sex. Marriage might be asking too much of the poor man.

“I think any man is marriage material if they find the right girl.”

“I suppose,” you hummed.

“Speaking of, how’s the moving in going?” she asked.

“Moving in? I--uh--”

Shit, you forgot you told her.

“You haven’t started yet have you?” she asked and the saleswoman stepped away to grab something.

“Well… I…” you began feebly, no excuse coming to your head.

“Y/N,” she began in that motherly, chastising way she had. “You can’t put it off forever.”

“I don’t want to. I just… I need time.”

She pressed her lips in a line, nodding before she hugged you. “I’m not going to tell you or make you do anything you aren’t ready for, but I also feel like I should remind you that the man is trying. The least you can do is try to meet him in the middle.”

You nodded. “I know.”

“So what’s got you hesitant? Do you think you don’t love him any more or?”

You shook your head. “That’s not it. I love him too much. I’m just scared that… well that I’ll get too close again and he’ll hurt me again.”

She bobbed her head understandingly before she took your hand. “Marriage is unpredictable. You don’t know what challenges lie ahead, what obstacles you have to face, but knowing you’ll have someone by your side to face them with makes it all worth it. The nerves, the anxiousness, the worry, it’s all worth it in the end. So I want you to think about the fact that life is short, and if you spend all this time pushing him away, you may wish you had never done it in the first place.”

Your head hung at her words, chewing your lips.

“I’m not trying to talk you into staying with him, or moving in, or anything of the sort,” she continued, peering at you gently. “I just don’t want to watch you two miss your chance. You’re a lot like John, you let the pain of your past stop your happiness of the future. Take it from me, you don’t want to do that. You don’t want to live in the past. It never does anyone any good.”

“You’re too wise,” you remarked with a slight laugh.

“You’re about the only one who thinks so,” she joked lightly.

But her words sunk in to you, deep. They dropped anchor and latched on. She was right. All of this pushing Sherlock away had only been hurting the two of you, the last thing you wanted to do.

After going through all these beautiful and sentimental things for the wedding, you’d been pushing down bubbling feelings for Sherlock. You’d forgotten how happy it had made you to see him after a long day, or how thrilled you were the first time you kissed, or how euphoric your nights could be with him.

You didn’t want to forget any more, you didn’t want to dwell anymore. You wanted to live, in the present, with Sherlock.

You decided to go home that evening, and start packing, ready for a new life, a new chapter with Sherlock.

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