#they will just leave you in your own shit while giving a fake sympathetic apology and this is exactly why i want to slug canadians more than

[kohakuhibiki]

Wow I can't believe I woke up in time so I can have the delightful experience of going waste my time with service canada. It will be great.

[rodr1cks]

Hi! I don't know if your request are open, but I'd like to know if you could write a rodrick x reader where the reader is Rowley's sister and discovers her talking on the phone with a friend saying she's in love with Rodrick and tells Greg and he tells her that Rodrick has been in love with her for a long time and they try to put them together?

cw: none it’s pure fluff

word count: 1.8k

“I know! And he didn’t even apologize!” Greg ranted into the receiver.

“I’m sorry, Greg,” Rowley frowned, sympathetic nature as present as always. “Anyways, mom says dinner is ready, see you tonight?” Rowley’s tone lifted at the end of his sentence, excitement brewing as he thought about the sleepover he was meant to have with Greg later that evening.

You slid into the kitchen on your socks, just as Rowley was concluding his conversation with Greg.

Rowley sat anxiously through dinner, quickly consuming everything on his plate, including the vegetables. You observed him from across the table, cocking your head as your younger brother inhaled his peas like he hadn’t eaten in days.

He took his last bite before exclaiming, “I’m going to pack my stuff for Greg’s!”

Not without clearing his dishes first, of course.

You rolled your eyes at his charisma and headed into the living room. You slumped over on the couch, limbs splayed every which way as you called your friend, Marissa. You had been needing to gush to somebody about your newest crush, Rodrick Heffley.

You had only interacted with the messy haired boy in passing: family dinners, picking up Greg, dropping off Rowley, etc.

“I don’t know what it is, he’s just so- so- captivating. God, Mar, I swear I could watch him play drums for hours on end!��

Unbeknownst to you, Rowley had entered the room and was about to speak. You were too caught up in drooling over Rodrick to notice. “Hey, y/n-” He cut himself off quickly, curiosity getting the best of him.

“And did you see what he was wearing at Matt’s party? Those jeans? And that eyeliner? God I could just tear them-”

Rowley cleared his throat, unwilling to hear the rest. “Y/n can you take me to Greg’s, please?” He stood awkwardly with his lips pursed.

Your head whipped around faster than the speed of light. “Marissa, I gotta go.”

“Rowley, how much of that did you hear?”

He lied, something he wasn’t really good at, “Not much! I promise!”

“Rowley Jefferson you had better keep your mouth shut, or I swear I’ll-”

You stopped yourself, closing your eyes and drawing in a deep breath. “Just get in the car.” You breathed out in a scarily calm tone. Your red headed sibling nodded frantically out of fear and darted to the garage.

Usually, you would make him walk, but ever since your infatuation with Rodrick began, you were more eager to give him rides over there. The mere prospect of getting the slightest glance sending excitement throughout your entire being.

When you pulled up to the Heffley home, you gave him a final glare. “Say nothing.” He gave you the same shaky nod he gave you only moments ago. With that, he was bounding towards the front door. You made sure he got inside safely and drove off.

“Rowley? Everything okay?” Greg asked his friend, concerned with his behavior. Rowley couldn’t handle keeping secrets. His hands grew clammy and a slight sweat broke out on his forehead. Rowley had an uncomfortably fake smile plastered on his face as he tried to assure Greg that everything was just peachy.

All it took was one knowing look from Greg and Rowley broke.

“Alright, fine! I heard my sister talking to her friend about how hot Rodrick is and how she wants to-”

“Okay, okay! I get the picture!”

Greg took a moment to proceed, his brows furrowed as he brought a contemplative fist up to support his chin.

“Lemme get this straight. Your sister likes my brother?”

Rowley nodded slowly.

“Y/n likes Rodrick?”

Rowley nodded again, confirming Greg’s exclamations.

“But y/n is smart a-and hot!”

“Greg! Don’t say that!” Rowley groaned, rolling his head back in disgust. Greg threw both of his hands up in defense, “I’m just stating facts.”

“Wait, I have an idea.” A pit of dread grew in Rowley’s stomach, Greg’s ideas never turned out well.

“What if we set up y/n with Rodrick? Just hear me out, this could be good for him.”

Rowley mulled the idea over in his head, thinking that maybe dating you could make Rodrick more… agreeable? Maybe you could be a good influence on the intimidating teenager. A happier Rodrick would make sleepovers at Greg’s a lot more pleasant.

“I think that could work,” Rowley said apprehensively. “But how do we do it?”

Greg shrugged, “Simple, we just tell Rodrick there’s a really hot Girl interested in him.”

The boys proceeded to draw up a plan.

Phase one: The approach. Greg and Rowley nervously ascended the wooden steps that led to Rodrick’s room. Rodrick was laying on his back, spinning a drumstick between his nimble fingers.

He shot up immediately when he noticed the boys’ presence. “What are your dweebs doing up here?”

Phase two: Delivery. “Calm down Rodrick, we have some information you might wanna know,” Greg reasoned cooly, easing Rodrick’s anger from a roaring ten to a mild six.

Greg nodded over at Rowley, signaling him to start talking.

“W-well,” Rowley stuttered, “I uhm- heard my sister talking about you and she- she likes you and she was talking about your jeans?”

Rodrick blinked in confusion, processing this intel.

“Your sister likes me? Are you sure she meant me?”

“That’s what I said!” Greg exclaimed and Rodrick shot him a terrifying glare, silently telling Greg to can it.

Rodrick was honestly shocked. He always observed you from afar, deciding himself that a chick as cool as you would never go for him. This news was absolutely world shattering for the boy, he completely admired you.

Phase three: Action. “We have a plan.” Greg said, a conniving grin creeping onto his face. “Rowley calls y/n, tells her that he’s feeling sick and blames it on Mom’s pot roast or something. Then when she rushes over all worried, you greet her at the door. And then you work your Rodrick magic!” Greg smiled, abundant pride for his plan evident in his stature.

“It’s a go.” Rodrick declared, scrambling around his room to put on deodorant, a new t-shirt, and cologne before pointing at Rowley. “Make the call.”

“Hey, y/n,” Rowley groaned into the phone, sounding as sick as he possibly could. “I- I think I ate something bad and I really need you ro come get me.”

You sighed, telling him you’d be there in ten minutes and to have his things ready to go. You departed for the Heffley house for the second time that night.

When Rowley didn’t come out to your car, you trudged up to the red door to go retrieve the sickly boy.

You gave the door three lazy knocks, expecting Rowley’s face to be the one behind it when it swung open. “Hey kid, are you feeling okay?” You asked, not yet making eye contact with the figure leering in the doorframe.

Your eyes widened as you came to realize who it was.

“Funny seeing you here,” Rodrick drawled out, a smirk tugging at his lips. Your cheeks burned with the heat of one thousand suns, you were not expecting this tonight.

“Y-yeah,” you smiled awkwardly, staring at your feet. “Rowley called, he uhm, he’s not feeling well. So if you could just get him for me I can leave. Immediately.” You cursed yourself for your blubbering idiocy as you twiddled your fingers.

“Actually, Rowley is feeling much, much better.” Suspicion grew as you studied Rodrick’s devious expression. “What’s going on?” You asked, genuinely puzzled as nothing was making any sense.

“I don’t know, y/n. Why don’t you come in and tell me?” Rodrick was surprisingly smooth in this situation, despite his nerves being at an all time high.

“Rowley is just up here,” Rodrick said while guiding you up the stairs to his room. In the meantime, Greg and Rowley peered out from the hallway, watching you follow Rodrick upstairs and giggling to themselves.

The overhead lights in Rodrick’s room were turned on, the glow from his string lights illuminating the area instead. “Mood lighting,” as he had called it. Rodrick had already instructed the boys to stay far away once you had arrived.

You were still lost, Rowley nowhere in sight. “So? Where is he?” You asked expectantly.

“Here’s the thing y/n. You know Rowley can’t keep secrets, right? I mean you have to know that, he is your brother”

Shit.

“That little shit stain! I’ll get him, I swear to god!” You turned to bound down the stairs, ready to tear the entire house apart in hunting for him. Rodrick grabbed your wrist before your foot could even reach the first step.

“Y/n, relax, relax!” His grip on your flesh made your breath hitch and stomach churn. “It’s okay, I feel the same way.” Rodrick’s cocky facade dissipated into nothing as he revealed his feelings.

You got a glimpse of a more vulnerable side of Rodrick that you were sure he didn’t typically share. “But girls like you don’t usually like stupid guys like me,” Rodrick was staring at the ground now, grasp on your arm softening.

You were too unsure of your words so you opted to move your free hand to hold his bicep, closing a considerable amount of distance between the two of you in the process.

“Rodrick, I’ve never liked anybody as much as I like you. And I don’t mean that in a weird or creepy way it’s just that-”

Now it was time for Rodrick’s own addition to the plan. Phase four: The kiss.

Your rambling was cut short by a pair of warm lips pressing against your own. He kissed you with just enough force to cause you to stumble back a bit, causing you to brace yourself against his torso.

He carded a gentle hand through your hair and tugged back on your soft locks. You moaned at the vibrations tendrilling at your scalp and kissed him with even more ferocity.

Somehow, you ended up on his bed, straddling him. The blankets strewn across his mattress melded against your knees and the fronts of your calves as you stabilized yourself on his lap.

He placed apprehensive hands on your hip bones, unsure of what was okay and what wasn’t. You placed your hand on top of his larger one, assuring him that you were comfortable. You even allowed a small whimper to leave your throat as he tightened his hold on you.

You only pulled away to catch your breath, looking into his eyes for the first time that night. You smiled warmly at him as you cupped his cheek. Suddenly, Rodrick’s signature smirk returned to his face.

“Now tell me what you were saying about my jeans.”

[moldisgoodforyou]

significant upgrade

i wrote the rest of this on the plane don't come for me if there is a MISTAKE !! (however do politely shoot me a message so i can correct my typo lmao)

wordcount: 3.4k

warnings: nada except brooklyn is a BITCH, ok so maybe cursing is a warning

_________

James: SOS

Sophie

Doll

Sophie: what do you want

James: Come bar

To the bar

Sorry not sober

Sophie: I’m grading, buddy

James: No no no

DEFCON 5

Urgent

After their short back and forth, and James’ little typing bubble popped up multiple times before going away, Sophie pushed aside her work and called him. She checked Find My Friends first, feeling better about the situation once she saw Rafe’s dot at the bar with the boys. “James? Something wrong?”

“Yes. Sophie, listen, look. You gotta get here.” James told her with a little slur to his words, but what was more telling was the sheer volume on the phone call as he yelled. He was always a loud person naturally, but she swore he got ten times louder when he had an ounce of alcohol.

“I already told Rafe I couldn’t, I have to catch up on grading stuff if I want to go out tomorrow. Is something really wrong?” She questioned, but considered going anyway. She��d already graded over half the work and it was proving easier to mindlessly go through than she thought, and she could knock it out tomorrow morning if she really needed to.

“It’s like, urgent, Soph. Look, come here, wear your sluttiest top - that’s not an insult, by the way, it’s a compliment or whatever - like, empowering or some shit - shut up, Colin -”

“James -”

“I’m serious, she is not backing down -”

That caught her attention and she stood, glancing over her appearance in the mirror. “Who?”

“Just c’mere. I’ll have a drink ready for you. Are you still on that Fireball peach schnapps kick? Like a fuckin’ psycho?”

She laughed. “You drink vodka redbulls, James, shut the fuck up. I’ll be there in...uh...ten.”

“Deal. Sluttiest top!” He added before hanging up.

She rolled her eyes, looked herself over in the mirror, and shrugged. She wore an old pair of Nike shorts and a t-shirt of Rafe’s with his name on the back, an old intramural shirt. If it wasn’t senior year, and if she wasn’t locked down already, she’d probably give more of a fuck, but she just wanted to take the opportunity to hang out with her friends while she could. After swiping on a quick coat of cherry lip balm and brushing her hair, she shoved her feet into sandals and made her way to the bar.

When she arrived, she went straight to their usual corner booth and slid in next to Colin, who greeted her with a grin and a drink, as promised. James threw his arm around her shoulders and messed with her hair immediately, making her squawk in protest. “Flint, kiddo, that is not nearly as slutty as I expected.”

“The Cameron on the back adds some possession though, don’t you think?” Colin pointed out, slapping James’ hand away from her.

Sophie scowled, combing her fingers through her hair. “What am I here for?”

“Oh! Right.” James stood on his toes and scanned the bar, locating Rafe in the far corner. Rafe wore a forced smile and was leaning against the wall with a couple of the other interns from Jeni’s over the summer - including Brooklyn, who was twirling her hair and stood right next to Rafe.

Sophie stood on her tiptoes, hand on James’ shoulder for balance as she followed his gaze. “I don’t see him, what am I looking at - oh, shit.”

“Yeah, see why I told you to go for the slutty top?” James reached for her shirt, tugging at the hem until she shoved his hand away.

“No, she would have just implied I was a prostitute or something.” She shook her head and turned back to the table, then took a long sip of her drink, draining nearly half of it in one go. “I don’t want to seem, like, overbearing - I mean, she’s with the whole group.”

Colin raised his eyebrows, skeptical. “She’s touched his arm multiple times and made him link arms when they did shots earlier. Had everyone else partner up too as an excuse.”

“Exactly.” James nodded, emphatic. “I already tried to rescue him, but Colin says m’ too drunk.” He hiccuped to punctuate his statement, then pushed a plastic shot glass toward her. “Here. Got you tequila.”

She wrinkled her nose, eyeing it with a frown. “I hate tequila.”

“See! I told you!” Colin exclaimed, snatching the shot glass away and knocking it back. “If you need backup, just wave or look over or something. I’ll deck her if I need to.”

She grinned, drinking the rest of what James got her. “Thank you, both of you. I appreciate it.”

“Hey. Whoever Rafe’s dating, we’re dating too.” James proclaimed, patting her head affectionately. “Just without the fun parts.”

“Lovely.” She replied, glancing over toward Rafe again. Brooklyn was now leaning just a little closer and Sophie could practically feel the tension radiating from his body, even from all the way across the room. She frowned when the other interns seemed to agree on something, dispersing, but Brooklyn stayed.

Sophie stood there and watched for a few more moments, seemingly frozen, until Colin nudged her shoulder. “Go.”

“I’m going, I’m going.” She dismissed, taking another breath before striding across the room. Of course, someone turned at the exact moment she rounded the bar, spilling their drink down her light pink shorts, soaking the entire left leg. She didn’t even let the guy apologize before she shrugged him off with a grimace and made her way toward Rafe.

He noticed her immediately out of the crowd, grinning and straightening up once he saw her. “Soph!”

She smiled at her eager boyfriend and how he always lit up upon seeing her, without fail. “Hi, baby.” She greeted, slipping her arm around his waist as he rested hers comfortably around her shoulders. She never - ever - used pet names in public, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

“Thought you weren’t coming out tonight?” He asked, glancing over her outfit and frowned when he realized half her shorts were wet. “What happened?”

“Grading went quicker than I expected.” She dismissed, her eyes flitting over his expression. He looked confused and she could tell from the way his eyes were glassy that he was drunk and nearly on the verge of falling asleep. “Can I try your drink?”

“Rafe, are you going to introduce me?” Brooklyn feigned a smile, fingers tightening around her own drink.

He furrowed his brow even more, looking between the two of them. “I thought you guys met. At the charity gala thing, remember? Sophie had that really pretty dress?”

“Yeah. We’ve met.” Sophie replied coolly, taking Rafe’s whiskey sour from him and took a sip. She hated them, with all her heart, but wouldn’t dare make a face in front of Brooklyn.

“Oh! Sorry, I just didn’t recognize you, you must have been wearing a ton of makeup or something at the gala.”

“She still looked like herself.” Rafe supplied, confused. He traced his thumb over Sophie’s cheekbone, staring at her in concentration before tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. Sophie swore she saw Brooklyn’s jaw tick as she watched the two of them, as she watched what she used to have.

“Okay, okay. Rafe, did you tell her about all the fun things we did this summer? Sophie, you were away or something, right?” Brooklyn asked, hyper-conscious of how Rafe leaned into Sophie more and how he pressed a sleepy kiss to her temple.

“Nope.” He replied, popping the p. “Nothin’ to share. The internship was kinda boring. She was in Barcelona.”

“Oh, right. Long distance wasn’t too hard on you then?” Brooklyn probed with a sympathetic smile. She reached toward Rafe to touch his arm reassuringly, then seemed to remember at the last second that Sophie was right there, and jerked her hand back like she’d been burned.

“Nah. Why?” Rafe asked, cocking his head to the side, some of his hair flopping into his eyes.

Brooklyn grinned. “I just didn’t think you’d still be together, is all.”

“That’s funny, because I’m pretty sure you follow me on Instagram. So you’d know.” Sophie shot back with an equally fake grin, determined to come out on top in the petty exchange.

She wished Rafe was more sober so he could make an excuse for them to leave or shut the whole conversation down, but when he was drunk he didn’t pick up on any tone inflections. (She’d accidentally made him upset more times than she could count with a poorly worded sarcastic insult, and immediately felt guilty as his drunken gaze gave way to his signature pout.) To an outsider, their conversation seemed as civil as possible, like three friends catching up, until you got close enough to see the bared teeth and the tense jaws.

“No...I don’t think I’d waste a follow on you.” Brooklyn retorted, glancing down to the Cartier ring on her hand. “Sophie, usually when people wear designer, they have to have the clothes to match the rest of the outfit. Not whatever…” she looked her up and down, scrutinizing her clothing choice. “...Whatever is going on here.”

“Hey.” Rafe interjected, finally noticing the hostile undertones in the conversation. “Be nice, she’s hot in whatever she’s in.”

Sophie had to resist rolling her eyes at his completely unhelpful comment. “It’s okay, Brooklyn, I actually have style, so I don’t have to rely on wearing tacky designer clothes. Now, if you’ll excuse me, my boyfriend and I are going to go hang out with our friends.” She glanced over toward the boys for backup and tilted her head toward the door, and James and Colin started making their way over. Alright. So she’d handled that well, she thought, matched her energy without getting too emotional or heated -

Brooklyn wrinkled her nose at Sophie’s comment. “Careful. He gets emotional when he’s drunk.”

“He doesn’t, actually, he was probably just being manipulated by you.” Sophie shot back with a sharp tone, protectively curling her arm tighter around Rafe’s waist. He just watched the back and forth with a furrowed brow, not sober enough to keep up.

James and Colin arrived just as Brooklyn sneered at Sophie, shaking her head. “Whatever. He’ll end up drinking away his problems in private like his dad anyways.”

As Sophie’s nose flared and as she took a quick step toward Brooklyn, getting right up in her space, Colin immediately grabbed Rafe’s arm and pulled him away. “C’mon, Rafe, let’s wait for her outside.”

Rafe let himself be tugged along, but frowned as he glanced back at the girls. “She’s gonna be okay?”

“Yes. She’ll be fine.” Colin replied confidently, dragging Rafe and James out of the bar.

Sophie stood tall, eye-to-eye with Brooklyn. “Don’t say that shit about Rafe. You don’t know him like that -”

“I do, actually. I know a lot more about him than you probably realize. Has he taken you to the Bahamas yet?” Brooklyn didn’t back down at all, smirking when she saw Sophie’s expression falter for a split second. “Still no? He’s probably embarrassed.”

“Shut the fuck up.” Sophie snapped, unable to come up with a better response. “Give it up, you’re not with him anymore.”

“Yeah, but I know he’s not going to keep up this little facade once we graduate college. He needs someone that can keep up with his family, that’ll do more than just hang on his arm at all the charity events.” Brooklyn smiled, taking a step back. “I’ll be there for him when you can’t hold your ground.”

“You’re delusional.” Sophie shook her head, so furious she couldn’t snap back with a sharp comeback. When Brooklyn just shrugged and lifted her drink to her lips, Sophie tipped up the bottom of it, making it splash all over Brooklyn. “Have a good night.”

“Fucking -”

Brooklyn exclaimed, but Sophie just turned on her heel and flipped her off over her shoulder as she strode out. She was fuming, practically shaking, but didn’t dare break down in front of anyone in the bar.

Colin regarded her carefully, making sure she was okay. “You good? Need me to go back in and finish the job?”

Rafe, leaning on James, seemed to finally realize she’d come out. “Baby! You’re back!”

She bit the inside of her cheek, taking a deep breath. “No, I’m okay. Thanks Colin. Need help walking these two home?”

He grinned, gesturing at the way the two boys were slumped against the wall of the bar. “Might need a little help, yeah.”

She nodded and slipped her arm around Rafe’s waist, unsurprised when he leaned into her and pressed a kiss to the crown of her head. “Alright. C’mon, Cameron, your bed awaits.”

James sighed, striding along with them. “I want a girlfriend to bring me home.”

“Too bad, you’re stuck with me for now.” Colin quipped, grabbing James’ arm when he tripped on the uneven sidewalk.

“Was she being mean?” Rafe asked with concern, reaching for her hand. “I wasn’t listening.”

“Yeah. Your ex is a bitch.” She replied bluntly, taking his hand and squeezing it. “Am I gonna have to drag you home?”

“No ma’am. I’m good. All good.” He replied quickly, though unconvincingly as he slurred his words. “There’s a chance that I might be a tiny bit drunk.”

“A tiny bit?” Colin snorted, waving his hand in front of Rafe’s face. “You and James did multiple Jagerbombs. That always does you in.” He glanced over Sophie again, concerned. “Soph. You okay?”

“Huh?” She did her best to help Rafe along and guide his 6’3” frame so he wouldn’t trip over the sidewalk or walk the wrong direction, but was running through a script in her head of all the things she wished she had said - or done - to Brooklyn.

Colin frowned. “You’re doing that thing, Rafe says you bite the inside of your cheek when you’re mad. You want me to go back in? I’ll talk to her, I swear -”

“S’true. She does.” Rafe confirmed, then finally seemed to pick up on the anger radiating from her. “Did I do something?”

“No, baby, you didn’t do anything wrong.” She reassured him quickly, then gave Colin a small smile. “It’s okay. Thank you. I just - she just -”

“Yeah. I know.” Colin nodded. “Fuck her.”

“Exactly. Fuck her.” She repeated, a little louder and a little more confident.

James whipped his head back and started walking backward for about two steps until Colin forced him to keep his eyes ahead. “Who are we fucking?”

“We’re not - James, pay attention.” Sophie sighed, urging him along.

Rafe leaned over to press a kiss to the crown of her head, then whispered - in the loudest stage-whisper possible - “I think I’m a little too drunk for fucking.”

“Rafe.”

“Yes.”

“Please shut up.”

“Yes ma’am.” He nodded dutifully, hooking his arm in with hers. They made it to the boys’ house a couple minutes later and Colin shoved James onto the couch, tugged off his shoes and grabbed him a water bottle from the fridge.

“Alright. He’ll be fine here, Sophie, do you need help with the stairs?” He asked, noticing the way Rafe slumped onto her.

“Um...no. I think we got it.” She took a deep breath, her mind still racing from what Brooklyn said at the bar. “Thanks, Colin.”

“Night, you two.” He paused on the stairs, glancing back at James and then at Sophie for a moment before heading upstairs.

Sophie nodded, more to herself than anything else. “Alright. Rafe, baby, work with me on the stairs and then we can go to bed?”

“I got it, I got it. M’not that drunk.” He protested, but tripped up the first step anyways, knocking his knee against the stairs as he fell hard with a thud. “Ow!”

Without even asking, Colin was jogging back down the stairs all the way from his room in the attic, hauling Rafe up before Sophie could blink. He dragged Rafe up and into his room, ignoring his protests, and pushed him onto the bed. “Soph, you can go get ready for bed, or whatever. I’ll babysit.”

“I think I got it, Colin -” She started halfheartedly, only to be cut off by Colin just pointing at the door. She nodded gratefully and hurried into the bathroom, quickly wiping off her makeup and brushing her teeth. When she returned, she paused just outside the door to hear Colin talking to Rafe.

“Give her a break, okay? She just had to deal with your insane ex -”

“She didn’t have to -”

“She did, because you’re a fucking pushover sometimes.” Colin interjected, exasperated. “Your breath reeks, get your ass up and go brush your teeth.”

“You’re mean.” Rafe grumbled back, but got up and ambled out to the bathroom, giving Sophie a dopey grin as he passed. Colin followed him out but stopped in the doorway, acknowledging her with a nod.

Sophie looked like she was about to cry, overwhelmed by how nice he was being and the fact that someone even noticed that she was struggling a little with dealing with Brooklyn. Without a warning, she stepped forward and gave him a quick hug. “Thank you.”

He stiffened in her arms, then awkwardly patted her back after he was released from the hug. “It’s no big deal. Anything for a friend. Especially a friend that’ll stand up to that bitch.” He cracked a grin, nudging his shoulder against hers.

She laughed, rubbing her eyes quickly. “I didn’t realize you felt that strongly about her.”

“Yes. She’s awful.” Colin nodded. “You are a significant upgrade.”

“What are we upgrading?” Rafe asked as he returned from the bathroom just wearing his boxers slung low on his hips, with damp hair - even though they hadn’t heard the shower running - and his breath smelling of mint.

“Nothing, bud. Good night, you two.” Colin gave them a nod of dismissal and strode back upstairs, leaving the two once he was confident Rafe could stand on his own again.

Rafe reached out, noticing her slightly teary eyes, and affectionately stroked his hand over the top of her head. “You good, angel?”

“Just tired.” She yawned to make a show of it. “Where’d your clothes go?”

“Oh. Uh…” He glanced back to the bathroom. “I was gonna shower, but that was too much work, so I just got my hair wet.”

“...Right. Okay, bud, you need sleep.” Sophie ushered him into his room and onto the bed, then changed quickly into a spare pair of pajamas she’d left behind. When she returned to the bed and slipped under the covers next to him, he rolled over to face her, concern written all over his face.

“You’re upset.”

“Not at you.”

“But you’re still upset. Talk to me?” He stroked his thumb over her cheekbone tenderly, unsure what was going on - and honestly, the room would spin a little if he shut his eyes - but he was still conscious enough to pick up on Sophie’s feelings.

She nodded, rolling onto her back so she didn’t have to make eye contact. “It’s just - it makes me so fucking mad that you dated her. Not because of anything you did, but I just know you deserve so much better. And then she just still thinks she has any influence on you, she’s so damn condescending - ugh.” She rolled back over, frowning. “If we ever broke up I don’t think I’d ever be able to see you again.”

“You wouldn’t see me anymore?” He frowned, trying to keep up.

“No. It would hurt too much. That’s how I know she damn well didn’t love you like she should have.” She insisted, eyes bright again as she ranted. “She fucked up by letting you go, you’re a fucking catch, Rafe. I’m sorry she didn’t realize your worth.”

He blushed and pulled her close, nudging his nose against hers before kissing her. “You wanna repeat that again tomorrow when I’m sober? So I make sure I remember?” He had a joking tone, but seemed a little unsure too.

“Absolutely. I’ll tell you that every damn day if I need to.” She kissed him back, heatedly, as if to emphasize her point. “I love you. You’re mine and I love you.”

“M’ yours.” He confirmed with a sleepy nod, not nearly reciprocating the kiss as hard as hers. “My favorite girl.”

She pulled away, peppering kisses over his nose and cheeks before resting her head on his chest. “Good night, baby. Don’t you dare throw up in bed.”

He laughed as he wrapped his arms around her, closing his eyes. “I won’t. Sweet dreams, Soph.”

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[h2bakugou]

Hi! I was wondering if you could write the reader having an older brother who also goes to UA but the two don't really interact that much unless they're like play fighting and maybe one day Todoroki or Denki (who don't know the two are siblings) see them fighting & they get really concerned bc neither of them are using their quirks or any form of fighting, the two are literally just smacking the shit out of each other. Also, if you could make it so Todoroki or Denki is dating the reader :))

a/n: hi!! of course! i turned this into a headcanon so i could write for both todo and denki!! i hope that’s alright hun! thank you for the request! personally having an older sibling, fighting is sure to ensue. my sister can be a bit of a headass but i love her to death, she’s an avid reader of my blog and often helps me out! if ur reading this brit, give me diamonds on royale high 😩😩

headcanon: them finding out you have an older brother who attends U.A.

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk / (b/n) - brother’s name

warnings: fluff, swearing, siblings being siblings

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shoto todoroki

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In the months of dating you, you’d never once mentioned to Shoto that you had an older brother.

The opportunity had never really presented itself. Between classes and hero stuff, you already didn’t have much time with dating. You made time for each other on off days, and dinners with his siblings were always nice, but you’d just sorta failed to mention your brother to Todoroki.

It wasn’t like you’d forgotten about your older brother. He attended U.A. too.

Your brother was a third-year whereas you were a first-year. He had to handle things like graduation, and what he would be doing after school. You were both pretty busy. The few times you’d actually gotten to see each other, you cherished.

Whether it be (b/n) teasing you about something or him proceeding to beat you up, the two of you going at it for the five minutes you had to spare, it was a fun moment shared between two siblings.

Today was just one of those days. 

Changing classes, you had a few minutes to spare and you just so happened to see the back of your brother’s head peeking over the top of some students as he walked down the hall. Catching up with him, you were unaware of your boyfriend who has also spotted you from behind.

Trying to catch up with you, Todoroki picked up his own pace, jogging down the hall after you.

“Dipshit!” You called out to your brother. 

Your brother nudged his friend’s arm and stopped, turning around to face you.

“Sup.” He greeted you with a flick to the forehead.

“Eat shit.” You rolled your eyes, flicking his forehead back. 

Todoroki was confused. Who was this guy? Was this some sort of friend? Another guy you liked? He didn’t have all the details so he couldn’t jump to any conclusions.

All of a sudden you slapped the back of his neck with force, causing the boy to glare at you.

Todoroki rushed over.

“Oh hey, Sho!”

“Woah who’s this?” Your brother stepped in, slinging an arm over your shoulder.

Stomping down on his foot, your brother recoiled at your action, taking a step back.

“This is my boyfriend Shoto. Shoto this is my brother, (b/n).” You rolled your eyes at the doofus behind you.

“You little-”

“Don’t make me tell mom!” You threatened.

“Does mom know you have a boyfriend?” Your brother shot back.

“What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her-”

“I’m so telling!” “Don’t you dare!” You chased after him down the hall, waving to Shoto who gave you a sympathetic look. He could imagine his own siblings doing the same.

Later that afternoon, Shoto got the chance to talk to you about your brother.

“I didn’t know you had a brother.” Shoto spoke, sitting across from you at the common room table.

“I apologize for not telling you sooner, we don’t get to see each other very often.” You said your apology for not informing him sooner.

“Does he not like that we’re together?” Shoto asks, curious as to what your brother thinks of him.

“No, no! He’s happy for me, for us. He’s just a shithead.” You tease. Shoto feels a nice weight lift from his shoulders. He was worried your brother was going to hate his guts.

“I’d love to have the both of you over for dinner again sometime, and any other siblings if you’ve got them.” Todoroki smiles. You nod and laugh.

“He’d probably flit with your sister.” 

“She deals with enough hooligans with my brother.”

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denki kaminari

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Like Todoroki, you’re all so busy. U.A. is an amazing place but you’ve got to have time management. Besides holiday breaks and off-days, you’re pretty busy. 

You’ve got training, and classes to attend all while managing schoolwork, agency offers, and internships. And any other extra-curricular activities and trips and events.

Denki and you make time for each other. Most of this time consists of eating pizza and late-night snacks together while watching scary movies and playing video games.

Your brother is also pretty busy. Being a third-year requires having all your shit together for when you graduate.

You see each other in the halls, but you’re lucky to have lunch with his class as well. 

Though you don’t sit together, the both of you having your own group of friends, if you ever need to tell him something or if you just wanna annoy him, you can walk over to his table and do so.

This being said, Kaminari has no clue who the tall guy you’re talking to is. e’s a bit jealous. The guy looks visibly older, and a lot more mature. 

Deciding to go step in, he notices the guy teasing and hitting you, flicking your forehead and punching your arm.

Before he can say anything, you punch him in the gut. No quirk, no nothing, just a plain and simple punch to the gut.

“Ass.” You laugh, teasing your brother as he grumbles in pain.

“Oh, she got you!” Your brother’s friends cheer you on.

“Hey is this guy bothering you babe?” 

“Babe?” Your brother seemingly snaps up, almost like he wasn’t in pain from the blow to the stomach.

“Babe?” Denki says to you, now worried about who this guy was. Your face was hot as you shook your head.

“Kami, this is my dipshit brother, (b/n). (b/n), this is my amazing boyfriend, Kaminari.” You kiss Kaminari’s cheek and smile, reassuring the electric blonde that this was nothing more than siblings being siblings.

“Nice to meet you, bro!” Your brother extends a hand for Kaminari to shake.

“Nice to meet you too dude! I didn’t know you had a brother.” Kaminari mentions, making your brother glare at you..

“You didn’t tell this awesome bro that you had a cool ass brother?” Your brother fakes being hurt while you just roll your eyes.

“Yeah because the guy who clogged the second-story bathrooms after drinking spoiled milk is ‘cool.” You tease. Your brother’s friends join back in with some laughter.

“Yeah well, you snore super loud.” Your brother retorts.

“You little-!” You charge toward your brother, clinging onto him, tackling him to the floor.

“(Y/n)!” Kaminari calls for you.

“I got this Kami! Look away, babe!” You laugh, before slapping your brother across his face.

Later that day after having been told off by Aizawa to leave your brother alone, you were able to hang out with Kaminari.

“Why didn’t you tell me you had a brother?” Kaminari held you in his arms as he watched you play some RPG on his handheld console.

“He’s super busy, he’s a third-year and we never really get to see each other, plus it never really crossed my mind.” You admitted, pausing your game to turn and face him.

“I’d like to get to know him better if that’s alright, I think it’s important to have a good relationship with your brother.”

“Why he’s a butthole?” 

“I just want him to trust me, and ya know, let him know that I’ll take good care of you.” Kaminari kisses your cheek, smiling and resting his forehead against your own.

“If that’s what you’re worried about, I can promise you that he loves you.”

“Really?”

“As long as I’m happy, he’s happy.”

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masterlist

[spookyboywhump]

This one got long. I was inspired by This Anon so this is a follow up to This Piece

CW: Rape mention, mentions of hand whump, mentions of past mouth whump

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His right hand had seen quite a bit of damage over the years. It had been broken during his first week with the Whitakers, and then operated on to repair it. He’d broken fingers and split open his knuckles countless times. And now he’d sliced it open, stitches running all across his hand. He was starting to think he would need to learn to use his left hand, just in case it stopped working all together. For now, he kept his eyes on his hand so he wouldn’t have to look at his moms. Now that they were home from the hospital he couldn’t avoid it much longer, they wanted to know what happened, why it had happened, and he had to come up with an explanation now- though every time he tried to think of one, it just sounded ridiculous to him.

“I’m sorry.” He finally said quietly, keeping his eyes down. He wished he hadn’t told Eli he could do this alone, he knew he couldn’t but he also knew he needed to. Eli had seen him angry enough times, he knew what it was like, he knew how and when he’d calm down, and he knew where it came from. His moms didn’t understand that though, how could they when he never told them anything? He didn’t blame them for being concerned, and though he knew it wasn’t a bad thing, he still wished they weren’t, wished they could just ignore him and all the problems that came with him.

“You don’t have to keep apologizing…” His mom said softly.

“We… we know you didn’t mean for it to happen, Zander.” Georgia said, speaking gently with him, as though he were still on the verge of breaking down, like he was a bomb just waiting to go off. He almost wished they were angry with him, it would’ve felt better than this. “You got hurt, and you… maybe overreacted a little bit-”

“I need to clean up the glass.” He tried to get up, but his mom gently grabbed his arm.

“Sit down.” She told him, he wasn’t getting out of this that easily, and he obeyed immediately. Good dog.

“We should’ve talked to you earlier in the day.” Georgia said. “We shouldn’t have waited for it to get bad. I’m sorry.” She said, but he just shrugged.

“I wouldn’t have told you anyway.” He didn’t know how to, the only reasonable path was telling them the truth and he just couldn’t do that. I had a nightmare and the man that raped me, tortured my brother, and tortured the boy I loved was in it. The dream wasn’t about him nor was it about that incident, but he was there and it pissed me off. I haven’t stopped thinking about it, about him, about everything since I woke up. I don’t know how to feel anything other than anger anymore and I snapped at the first major inconvenience. I’m unruly, uncontrollable, disobedient, and I should go back where I came from since I don’t know how to act like a human being anymore. The words were clear in his mind but no, he couldn’t say that, they couldn’t know about that. Not even Wren knew about that, he knew he had to keep it a secret.

“Zander, we want you to talk to us.” His mom said. “And- if not us, somebody else, anybody, a doctor even. None of this is easy, but you can’t get better by bottling it all up inside.”

“I know.” Of course he knew that, but it didn’t change the fact that telling people anything about the past seven years was difficult, he didn’t even expect people to believe any of it if he did tell them. The only person he knew understood was Elias, but he had so many of his own problems that he couldn’t stand the idea of adding to them. “I’m sorry. I… I know I need to control myself better… and talking about any of it is hard… I don’t want to upset anybody and I… I don’t want to act this way… it just happens before I can stop myself…” He murmured.

“That’s why you need help.” Georgia said. “You can’t get better all on your own, but you already know this is just hurting you. That’s what worries us the most- you’re home Zander, you’re safe, but you’re still hurting, you’re hurting yourself. I know it’s not easy, you won’t get better over night, and you won’t return to who you were “before”, but you’re still you, and you’re here, and while we may not know the extent of what you’ve gone through, we do know that after all of it, you deserve to finally be at peace, to finally feel as safe as you are.” She said, before softly adding, “We’ll do everything that we can to make sure you feel that way.”

He sniffed, reaching up to wipe at his eyes with his uninjured hand. He didn’t want to start crying, he hated crying in front of them, but he couldn’t help it. He loved them both so much, and he appreciated their concern but more than anything he just felt guilty for worrying them in the first place. He didn’t know how much he could keep apologizing, but it’s all he wanted to do, tell them I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry over and over again for the pain he caused them. When he lowered his hand his mom reached for it, and he glanced up as she gently squeezed it.

“We want you to know you’re safe, and… and we want to see you happy again, someday.” She said, and she looked so sad it broke his heart, he knew he’d never seen her look like that before all this had happened. “I just miss seeing you smile…”

“I-I… I can’t…” His voice nearly cracked when he said it. He tried to smile, though it was wavering and pathetic, it was still a smile, and he raised his shaking hand up to point at one of his gold canine teeth. “Wh-when I smile… people can see them… it’s n-not so bad when it’s you guys, or Eli, or Alondra b-but… other people get scared, I’ve seen how- how people look at me, they step back, or they- they always look away so quickly… s-sometimes they stare and I… I don’t want people to see them… it’s better if I don’t smile at all…”

“Oh, Zander…” His mom said, giving him a sympathetic look, “You know we can fix that? They’re already fake, they, we can replace them with normal ones, whenever you want.” She said, but he shook his head.

“What’s important is that you feel comfortable, whenever you’re ready we can make sure you get it done.” Georgia said, but he shook his head again. It took him a moment to decide if he really wanted to tell them, but with the subject at hand he felt it was finally somewhat necessary.

“I’m… I’m scared of going to the dentist…” He said slowly. He knew they were confused, it had never been a fear of his before, but he did explain this time. “When… when I got them uh… o-only one of my teeth had been knocked out… the other h-he… he pulled it out… with pliers…” He said quietly, almost flinching when his mother gasped. He decided to leave out Eli’s involvement in it. “But… after that, when he uh, took me to get the fangs… I wasn’t… numbed, or- or put under or anything, th… they just strapped me to a chair… and they did it… I felt everything until I passed out, and afterwards I… didn’t get any painkillers until they more or less stopped hurting…”

“Oh god… Zander, that’s awful…” Georgia sounded horrified, and he couldn’t bring himself to look at either of them.

“I know… I know that won’t happen if I go to the dentist, but… just the thought of it scares me. My chest gets tight and it’s hard to breathe and I just… I can’t do it. I’d rather keep them hidden than get them removed…”

“You don’t have to get them removed until you’re ready… I’m so, so sorry…” His mom said, her voice cracking, and Zander almost wanted to cry.

“Stop apologizing to me… you two didn’t hurt me… I need to apologize for freaking out like that…”

“You’ve apologized enough. What you need is to get some rest now, after the stitches and everything…” His mom said, sounding worried, and he sighed, getting to his feet even though he was still dizzy.

“I need to clean the glass up first. It’s my mess, I need to take care of it.” He said, and this time his moms didn’t stop him from leaving the room. They could probably tell he was desperate to get out of there, and it was best to just give him the space.

It didn’t take long for him to clean up, and after saying Goodnight to his moms, he went back to his room, where Eli was waiting, splayed out on Zander’s bed. He sat up when he came in though, still looking worried.

“Hey… how are you feeling…?” He asked as Zander came and dropped down onto his bed.

“Like shit.” He muttered. “I’m tired of talking about it. They already talked to me.”

“Alright… do you want me to stay?” He asked, and after a moment Zander nodded, Elias moving closer to him. “If you do want to talk about it, I’m here, you know that?” He said, and Zander nodded again.

“Thanks…” He said quietly. He appreciated it, he really did, but that didn’t change the fact he didn’t want to bother Eli with it. The boy had enough problems as it was, Zander had no desire to add to them.

He knew they wanted him to talk, but he just couldn’t do it. He couldn’t bring himself to tell them truth so why say anything at all? It would only hurt them, upset them, and the last thing he wanted to do was cause them anymore pain. He saw the way the reacted, heard the pain in their voices when he told them about his teeth, and it twisted his stomach into knots, he couldn’t do that again. They didn’t need to know anymore, and he desperately hoped he could keep it that way.

[early2000smovieimagines]

Meeting and Dating Kahmunrah

(My gif)(Requested by @arianatheangelworld​ )

(I changed the movie plot a bit to fit the meeting portion of this but I doubt that that will upset you. And the meeting story is a bit long but that’s because there’s dialogue in it, sorry!)

- You were working at the Museum of natural history as an archivist when your old friend Larry came along and convinced you to accompany him to Washington.

- Though it took a bit of convincing, you ended up agreeing and soon found yourself standing next to the old night guard as Kahmunrah and his guards awakened.

- Contrary to your companion, you at least pretended to be intrigued by the Ancient Egyptians awakening …which drew his attention to you. He continued to glance over at you as he spoke, up until Larry stole his attention away with his defiant behavior and Rubik’s cube scheme.

- Speaking of the Rubik’s cube, it didn’t necessarily go as …perfectly as Larry had initially hoped. When the octopus went about snatching up and swiping people away, you were left in its grasp as Larry managed to escape with the tablet.

- So, you were taken prisoner by the bloodthirsty Egyptian …though he wasn’t exactly ...good at it.

- Initially, he tries to act like the typical seductive yet evil villain but his voice, paired with him messing up his words and the stumble that occurred as he tried to attractively lean on something near you, made his attempts quite unsuccessful.

- As you defy him more and more, he pulls the whole “you are so lucky that I don’t kill you” act; though he isn’t particularly convincing. You know very well that he was once a ruthless killer, and that he could still very well be one, but it’s obvious that he can’t bring himself to even hurt you, let alone kill you.

- To test your theory, you attempt to provoke him, and what does he do? Gives you more threats, more warnings, more scoffs. It’s honestly somewhat ...cute; watching him act all tough. Endearing in a way.

- That being said: you aren’t completely cruel, so you give it up and let him believe he’s won. Once you stop that, it only takes a few minutes for you to grow bored; you are just sitting there tied up, so you let out a quiet huff and turn to him.

“You know …I know a lot about your brother; it’s kind of my job, but I don’t think he has nearly as interesting of a story as you must have. I mean, sure he was pharaoh for a few years but it was so short lived. And getting everything he wanted …what's so interesting about that?” You apologized to Ahkmenrah in your head as you spoke.

“I mean there’s no trials or tribulations, no drama, no nothing. Just perfection in the most shallow degree.... I guess what I’m trying to say is that I’d like to hear more about you.” You prompted and he eyed you somewhat suspiciously.

“You would?” He asked a bit guarded and you nodded. “About what exactly?”

“Ohh about anything,” you replied. “You must have been quite the fighter. You look like you were.”

- There it is. He sent you a pleased, prideful smile as he launched into tales of his combat achievements. After he was finished with that, he moved from subject to subject eagerly. It was then that it dawned on you that you were probably the first person to genuinely show interest in him and you found yourself feeling somewhat sympathetic.

“It’s a shame we’re in this situation. I would have liked to get to know you more.” You’d said somewhat offhandedly as he finished telling one of his stories.

- He froze for a moment, his mouth opening and closing a few times before he managed an attempt at speaking. “Well I …I mean. Well who says we couldn’t? I’ll be ruler of the world after all.” He went off on a bit of a tangent related to said idea before he looked over at you. "Wouldn’t you say?”

- Before you could respond, in came Jedidiah and soon enough Larry arrived too, instigating the whole hour glass situation and leaving you at a bit of a crossroads as to how you truly felt about the bloodthirsty Kahmunrah.

“The world isn’t as great as you think it is,” you blurted out as you waited for Larry to find the code to the tablet. “Really, I mean sure it can be pretty and power is alluring but …it’s also polluted and it’s violent and there’s the whole heat death of the universe or the nuclear warfare thing.”

“It’s not like the world you lived in. I mean it’s home for me but, with all due respect, I don’t think you really know what you’re asking for. Plus, you’re gonna be frozen again in a few hours and then you’ll be transported to my museum in a few weeks.” Shit. Shit. You probably weren’t supposed to mention that or at least shouldn’t have. Larry didn’t even know, hardly anyone really knew about the renovations.

“What did you say?”

“What?”

“What did you say just then.”

“About the heat death of the universe?! Yeah there’s this whole, we’re-” He interrupted you.

“No, not that! You said I was being transported to your museum!” He exclaimed and you sighed.

- With no other choice, you began to explain everything that you knew. He went silent for a moment, sitting in his “throne” and thinking about what you’d said.

“Would you like me to be there... at your museum?” He asked finally, attempting to appear nonchalant.

“...yes. I think I’d like that very much.” You answered and he tried his best to hide his pleasure in your reply.

- Before you knew it, he’d called his men to retrieve Larry, and soon enough, he was explaining to the man that it had “come to his attention” that they’d be seeing a lot more of each other in the near future and that he had “changed his mind about things”. Larry eyed him; and you, suspiciously before accepting his words, standing there awkwardly as the Egyptian smiled and clasped his hands pleasantly.

- So yeah, soon enough Kahmunrah was at your museum and since he’d; you know, tried to take over the world and apparently may or may not have killed his younger brother, he wasn’t too popular. And though you’d initially played up your intrigue for the man, you couldn’t deny that you did; in fact, like him and found him particularly attractive.

- Due to your interest in and acceptance of him, he spent most of his waking hours with you.

- It isn’t long before the two of you get together, he’s quite fond of you and is used to taking; or at least getting, what he wants at the exact moment he wants it. So, he tries his hand at a bit of flirting before finally making his first move.

- You’re in your office with him when it happens. He looks over at you and just blurts out that he’d like for you to be his queen, effectively stopping your hand as you were writing.

- Obviously, you were a bit taken aback so you looked up at him with wide eyes, watching as he tried his best to hide his nervousness; though the glancing away from you and clearing of his throat gave it away.

- You replied that you’d “like that”, causing him to look over at you with a smile. Before you knew it, he’d leaned forward, taking your face in his hands and pressing a soft, chaste kiss on your lips.

“Wonderful!”

- And thus, you officially made the bloodthirsty Pharaoh fall in love with you.

- I’m convinced that Kahmunrah desperately wanted  to find a wife in his day, thinking that it would give him everything that his parents never did: love, affection, favoritism, etc. So, now that he has you, he yearns for your touch and attention more than anything else in the world. 

- He’s constantly trying to hold and keep his hands on you. He lives to be affectionate with you and show everyone that you’re his. 

- He likes to keep his hand on the small of your back, holding you at his side and leading you as you walk. 

- Hugs from behind and/or his hands on your upper arms, pulling you back to press against his chest.  

- Whenever you’re with him, he wants to have your full attention and dedicates himself to obtaining it when he doesn't. He likes when you come to see him on your own accord, rather than him calling for or visiting you himself. 

- Top of the head and temple kisses.

- Somewhat rough, passionate kisses. He tries to convey all the emotion that he has inside of him into said kiss and you can most certainly feel it whenever he does. 

- Domineering kisses. He likes holding the back of your head or pulling you into his body abruptly, his lips searing against your own. 

- Soft pecks and kisses when he’s in a softer, happier mood, or when he’s dejected and you’re trying to cheer him up. 

- Lot’s of pet names; they show everyone in your general vicinity just how much he cares for you. He’ll call you things like “my queen”, “my jewel”, darling, honey, etc. Larry wasn’t sure how to respond when he first heard one. 

- He likes when you cuddle into him, usually wrapping your arms around his middle and nuzzling into his chest while he wraps his arms around you. That being said: he secretly likes being the one to cuddle into you. 

- Bridal carrying. 

- Sitting on his lap or standing by his side, holding his hand as he gazes up at you lovingly while the two of you speak. 

- He’s definitely attempted to seduce you in that smoldering “striking a pose in front of a roaring fire” type of way but all it managed to do was make you laugh before you tried to assure him that “No, no, you are sexy. It’s just cliché. Please Kah, I’m sorry, really”. 

- He enjoys telling you stories though you try to steer away from his family life and focus on superstition or his more happier memories; knowing that you’ll just send him into a mood if his brother comes up in conversation. 

- Him trying to impress you, whether it be with tales of his achievements or his efforts to “be good”. He lives off of your praise and craves it like nothing else; particularly because he didn’t receive much of it in his life. 

- Not many people give him the time of day or attempt to be nice and; at least, pretend to be somewhat amused/amazed by him; Larry in particular, so he appreciates that you do; even if he knows you’re at least somewhat faking it. 

- Speaking of him trying to impress you: there was this one time; possibly before you even started dating, that he just so happened to notice you looking at his arms and a lightbulb went off in his head as he realize that oh, that’s something that I can get her with.  

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what?”

“ You’re staring at my arms. Why,” he gasps and grins. “You like them!”

“ What are you talking about?” You reply a bit nervously.

“Youuu’re attracted to them!” He accuses confidently and you scoff; though a moment later you’re glancing back as he crosses them in front of his chest. “You are! Look, you’re looking again!” 

- He wants to spoil you so badly. He may just find a way to do so....

- Occasionally, he tries to be harsh with you but he just can’t follow through. You’re like the only person who’s nice to him so he wants to see you happy; even if he’s sort of mean at first. He always ends up doing what you asked in the end, usually pretending like he doesn’t know what you’re talking about while enjoying the kiss on the forehead that you give him for it. 

- He thinks you’re adorable and he expresses it quite a lot. He may or may not baby you every now and again for this exact reason. 

- Watching him fondly as he fiddles with things and acts like a goof. 

- If you haven’t noticed it yet, he’s quite dorky and cute when it really comes down to it. It’s fun to sit and watch him gush about something or just be himself. 

- Sneaking him out of the museum for a little while. He convinced you to go to the opera with him at least once. 

- He thinks your apartment is adorable; a bit unintentionally condescending in retrospect but he did live in palace, and he likes to snoop around your stuff.  

- He likes your gifts to him. In comparison to his upbringing, they’re quite quaint but the intention behind them makes him far happier to receive said gifts rather than a box of diamonds. 

- Always having his guards at hand no matter where the two of you go. 

- Letting him rant about his brother. You think Ahkmenrah is a darling but you hold your tongue and seek to understand where he’s coming from. 

- Trying to bridge the gap between the two siblings. According to an earlier version of the script, Kahmunrah was the one who killed his brother, though regardless of this, there is going to be some tension between them that must be resolved. 

- Telling him about the new world, he’s both greatly knowledgeable yet clueless at the same time. 

- Letting him talk to you about all that he’d hoped to achieve: the power he’d wanted, the throne, the statues, …you after the minute he saw you. 

- Getting a rather exaggerated introduction to people. He makes you sound far more important than you really are. 

- Getting looked at for backup in situations like the “tunic incident”. 

- Calming him down when someone or something angers him.

- He wants what he wants at the exact moment he wants it so he’s arguably a bit impatient; even with you at times. 

- Letting him “whine” to you and comforting him when things don’t go as planned.

- Assuring him that he is, in fact, big and scary and powerful. 

- He’s a little miffed that he can’t speak to your parents when they call. He wants to introduce himself, make a good first impression and make it known that you’d found yourself a wonderful and impressive future husband! They can get used to the fact that he’s a dead Pharaoh, can’t they?

- He’s an incredibly jealous individual though I’m sure you were able to gather that for yourself. He isn’t even subtle about it, immediately calling you away from the person or scaring them off himself. He’ll at least attempt to deny that it was because he was jealous but you’re both fully aware that that isn’t true.

- You’re his “precious jewel” and he’s going to do all that he can to ensure your safety. He’ll threaten death on all who upset you and kill all who hurt you. He isn’t risking losing you, he just isn’t.

- The two of you bicker more than you genuinely fight, sending each other little glares before one of you finally concedes. Other times, he’ll raise his voice and make threats though he isn’t frightening and fails miserably at being harsh with you. 

- He thinks you’re cute when you’re angry most of the time, which probably causes you to give him the silent treatment. He’ll apologize quickly if you’re really upset with him or fondly yet reluctantly on occasion; if you look particularly adorable with your brows all furrowed. 

- He tells you that he loves you quite often; especially if you’re alone. Its very important to him that you know he does, considering how often he felt unloved as a child. 

- Quite obviously, your future is a bit difficult to anticipate but he isn’t going to let you go without a fight. 

[jj-bxby]

brain cells ~ jj maybank request

requested by @maybebanks like, a long time ago (sorry!! i also changed up the ending a tiny bit bc i needed some fluff in my life) ~ can you write a request, Jj x y/n and they ‘hate’ each other so the pogues abandon them together on the boat. Jj starts smoking and it makes y/n anxious because she has a bad past/impression on drugs.He thinks she is just being annoying but she is shaking and wiping her tears so he doesn’t see.JJ starts to feel bad and he reluctantly stops. He tries to get her to admit she’s afraid but she is too proud and he sees her sensitivity so he apologizes, letting her rest her her head on his shoulder💕💕

word count ~ 2.1k

tw ~ weed, swearing, fluff

“Why didn’t you tell me JJ would be here, Sarah?” You demanded in a hush while you crossed your arms over your chest. “You know that I can’t stand him!” 

You just pulled the girl aside as you had seen the blonde tufts of hair that you knew so well. Sarah, one of your best friends, had invited you and Kiara, your other best friend, out on her dad’s boat for a “Girl’s Day.” Now, you found out that John B promised a fishing day to JJ on the same boat. And that means that you were going to be stuck in the middle of the sea on the same boat as Captain Asshole, JJ Maybank. It seemed like whoever was controlling the Strings of Fate had decided to set any friendship you and JJ tried to form into a complete hate fire. It wasn’t your fault that he was a complete dick, it was his. All of his hookups he couldn’t care less about, his lack of manners, and the fact that he can’t keep still for five seconds all pissed you off.

“Jesus Christ, Y/N, you know why! You wouldn’t have stepped so much as a toe onto the dock if you knew JJ was going to be here,” Sarah whisper-shouted at you. “You need to get used to JJ being around because he isn’t going anywhere, and neither are you.” 

“But I-”

“-Hate his guts, I know, Y/N.” You frowned at Sarah, annoyed that she knew all of your argument. “Try and tolerate his guts for today, ‘kay?”

You grumbled an agreement, her dragging you to the front of the deck where the boys were talking at. “Hey Y/N!” John B grinned, giving you a giant hug to make you laugh. 

“Hey, brother,” you joked. John B had definitely become something of a brother to you, being there when boys got on your nerves (even when it was JJ), when you were drunk and couldn’t be trusted to get home on your own, when you were sad, or just when you needed a place to stay, he was always there. You waved to Kie, who was now ascending the stairs to the boat after grabbing the food for the day. She smiled blissfully, knowing you had found out about the lie and that you were going to talk her ear off about it that night. 

“Hey, Princess,” JJ nodded to you. “Decided to get out of your castle today?” You gritted your teeth, already annoyed by the condescending tone dripping from his words.

“Yeah, sure. I was promised a girls’ day, but clearly, that’s not happening since John B is here,” you said with your honey-sweet voice. JJ rolled his eyes and peeled himself from the railing. 

“So where’s Pope at then?” JJ asked JB, whose eyes flickered to Sarah’s.

“Oh, uh, he said he had to work today,” John B clarified. 

You thought to yourself for a second, a look of confusion spread across your face. “I thought he didn’t work on Sund-”

“Hey, y’all! Guess who brought us food!” Kie shouted when she ran onto the deck with everyone. We all smiled and greeted her quickly, giving hugs and thanking Kiara for the lunches. Once all of the fuss calmed down, JB and Sarah headed to the cockpit to start us on our course.

You started to pull Kiara towards you to save you from being alone with JJ, before hearing John B call out. “Kie, can you untie us from the dock?” 

“Sure!” She pulled her arm away from your grip, turning around to give you a smug smile as she walked towards the stern. 

“I am going to kill you,” you mouthed. Sighing, you turned back to see JJ staring at you with a pompous smirk on his face. 

“Guess you’re stuck with me, Princess,” he said.

You hated that nickname. JJ knew you hated that nickname. You, John B, and JJ all grew up together, you and JJ being on the same street. He called you Princess to mock how easily you could make friends and slip into popular crowds, which was quite ironic considering your current position with him. “Don’t be too pleased with yourself, JJ, we haven’t been abandoned. Just because I can’t avoid you by talking to Kie doesn’t mean I’m alone with you willingly,” you grumbled, plopping down on the seat nearest to you. You liked the feeling of the boat rocking as you were steered out from the marina and into the open sea. JJ scoffed when you pulled out your phone to take pictures.

“You’re not even going to try to talk with me, Y/N? You’d really rather take pictures for your fake-ass Instagram instead of having a conversation?”

You were already annoyed, knowing JJ was just nit-picking your every move. “Yes, JJ, I would rather take pictures than talk with you. Know why? It’s because you’re such an arrogant asshole that people only fucking tolerate you so that they don’t rock the boat.” 

JJ laughed bitterly as he turned his body away from you. “You’ve got that twisted, Princess. You are such a bitch!” JJ shouted at you. “Every time that you open your mouth, you just have to judge me or be fucking annoying with how you make everything about you!” As the boat pulled to a stop, you heard the anchor drop with a splash and a hum in the distance.

“Oh please,” you sneered. “You’re the one who judges me! Talking shit about my boyfriends, about what I post and how I like to look, you’re always high, and you always have to call me that irritating name.”

JJ’s derisive smile cracked across his face. “Oh, you don’t like it when I call you Princess, huh?”

“No, I fucking don’t, JJ!” “Hm,” he started, “from what I’ve heard, you seem to like it a lot when you’re f-” JJ was cut off by the sound of splashes, one, two, three.

Your heads whipped around to see your friends swimming toward the HMS Pogue, which Pope was manning. “BE NICE TO EACH OTHER,” Pope shouted as he helped the pogues onto the boat. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” You called, stomping to the edge of the boat to call out to them.

“If you guys aren’t going to get along by yourselves, we’re just gonna have to force you together. Play nice!” Kiara shouted back. The Pogue hummed while Pope turned it in the other direction and sped off with your friends waving. You and JJ flipped them the bird simultaneously. 

“I need new friends,” you muttered, pushing past JJ to sit down on the deck. 

JJ rolled his eyes, grabbing his backpack. “Looks like they left us a note,” he said with a frown, plucking the paper from his bag. “‘Left some sandwiches, waters, and blankets for you, we’ll be back when we think you guys have calmed down. Play nice. From JB, Sarah, and Kie’,” JJ sighed. “Oh wait, there one more part. ‘We’ll come tomorrow morning at the latest, from Pope’.” You groaned, setting your face in your hands.

“This is so dumb. Why do they think this will fix anything?” You asked, furious.

JJ shrugged at you. “It won’t work if you don’t try and talk, Princess.”

“Stop calling me that,” you seethed. “I’m not going to try and negotiate peace with someone who intentionally infuriates me.” JJ rolled his eyes at you and dug around in his bag. Eventually, he pulled out a hand-rolled joint in a small bag. 

“You need something to calm you down. Both of us do,” he grumbled. He picked the joint from the bag, lighting it with his Zippo.

You felt a flutter in your stomach. “JJ, please don’t do that.”

He rolled his eyes again before taking a drag, leaving you to watch the billow of smoke coming from his lips. “Chill out, God. I know you can’t stand me, you’ve told me that enough. Just stop bitching about everything for ten minutes, okay?” JJ snapped at you. You tapped your fingers together, trying to distract yourself from the sourly familiar smell. 

“Can you just not smoke right now, please? It freaks me out,” you explained nervously.

He let out a breathy laugh. “Everything freaks you out, Princess. Deal with it.” He took another puff and you stood up, walking to the opposite railing to look out at the sea. You felt tears welling in your eyes as you got up, and they were falling by the time you got to the rail. The smell triggered the memories of bad parties flashed in your head; the one where guys hit on you and touched you and you had to shove them off, the ones where you got into fights, and the time where you ended up high and crying and panicking for hours. You wiped the tears from your face, trying to stifle any sniffles.

You heard footsteps come up behind you, and JJ’s soft voice followed. “Y/N, are you crying?”

You sniffled again, wiping at your nose. “No. I’m just sad thinking at all of the brain cells you’re losing right now.”

He came up beside you and looked at your face. “Weed really freaks you out that much, huh?” He mumbled sympathetically, wiping away a stray tear. “I’m sorry, Princess,” JJ whispered. You hadn’t heard him use this soft tone with you in forever, and you had never heard him say your nickname so sweetly. “I’ll put it out, okay?”

You nodded at him quickly, and he stubbed the joint. You walked back to sit on the bench of the boat. “Thanks, JJ.”

He sat down next to you, seeming much more relaxed. “No problem,” he mumbled. “I’m sorry. For not listening and for being a dick.” 

“Apology accepted.” You gave a shy smile. “I’m sorry for freaking out on you and for being a bitch.” 

JJ grinned back at you. “Apology accepted. Although, my remaining brain cells are just curious about why you were so anxious.” 

You ran your hand through your hair, sighing. “I just haven’t had any good experiences with drugs. They’ve all been pretty awful whether I was the one doing them or it was someone else.” JJ nodded solemnly, and you turned to look at him. “Why have you been so annoying to me all of these years, JJ?”

He looked taken aback for a second, then answered. “I don’t know. I guess for a while I felt like you were taking away my best friend,” he began. “Once I realized we could all be friends together and started spending more time together, I think… I think I started to fall for you somehow. And I really didn’t know how to deal with those feelings, so I shoved them aside and went for the ‘be an asshole’ route.” You felt a tingle spread across your skin at his words, and you had to remind yourself to close your mouth.

“So, uh… Why?” You asked him

JJ laughed in response. “What do you mean ‘why’? Look at you! You’re gorgeous and smart, and if I’d just be nice to you then you would be incredibly sweet like you are with everyone else, and you are just generally pretty fantastic,” he rambled. “I just couldn’t deal with any feelings for a while, so I sabotaged them.” You shook your head in disbelief.

“Jesus Christ, JJ,” you shook your head at him in disbelief. “If you would’ve told me then we could’ve stopped annoying everyone a long time ago!” You giggled at him and bumped your shoulder against his. 

“Wait, do you mean…?” JJ trailed off, confused.

“That I also have feelings for you? Yes,” you nodded. “We could’ve been annoying our friends by making out all the time, instead of by fighting all the time.”

He chuckled back at you, “Well, it’s not too late to start.”

You smiled at JJ, as he tilted his head down towards yours, pressing his lips softly to yours. After a few minutes of sweet kisses, you pull back from JJ. “They’re gonna wish they hadn’t done this,” you grinned, resting your forehead against his. 

“Oh hell yeah, they will,” he mumbled, ducking down to kiss you on the cheek. You smiled, setting your head on JJ’s shoulder as he slung his arm around you. The two of you watched as your friends drove the Pogue in your direction, the sun setting above you. 

“Love ya, Princess,” JJ whispered to you cutely.

“Love ya too, Jay.”

Yeah, the pogues would soon be regretting leaving you two on that boat soon enough.

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Murderous Love Chapter IV

(WARNING: This fanfiction has themes of Suicidal Ideation, Suicide itself, Self harm, Sexual Assualt, Murder, Extreme Bullying and Humiliation and a lot of Mental Illness related content and is NOT appropriate for children and the faint of heart. If you are under 18 or may be triggered by the content of this fanfiction please do not read this.)

Motochika’s POV

Myself and Mitsuhide were relaxing in our mini studio apartment that his parents made for us so that we can live independently while we are minors.

Tomorrow our fight to get Da Ji charged and convicted of sexual assault and distribution of Child Pornography and Loki and Ares charged and convicted as accomplices to Da Ji begins.

I knew Odin and Zeus would not take us putting those three in jail laying down. Mitsuhide was scared, he knew his life would become worse if those three are acquitted of those charges. Thankfully Dousan, Noh’s father is the best lawyer we have and has given us a no win no fee guarantee because he knew that due to Zeus and Odin being rich bastards, we may not get the outcome we want.

I hugged Mitsuhide tightly while singing to him, hoping that my singing would soothe him. I then noticed that Mitsuhide was not calming down at all, he then looked at me saying

“Hide the blades, medication and long cords. Now.”

When I heard that I let go of Mitsuhide and went to do so. I’m so glad Mitsutsuna taught me what to do when Mitsuhide ends up having a manic episode or a depressive episode. I then looked at Mitsuhide asking “Anything else?”

Mitsuhide nodded “My wallet.”

I nodded and hid his wallet as well. I then walked to my beloved and hugged him “I love you, I won’t leave you, you’re a god amongst men, you’re the strongest guy I know, you’re an absolute badass, you’ve survived so much and you’re still here, I’m so proud of you”

Mitsuhide rested his head on my chest smiling. I wasn’t told to tell Mitsuhide nice things about him, I just added that to combat the intrusive thoughts that might come up as he deals with this episode, such as feeling unworthy of anything great in life. He looked at me smiling

“I’m so sorry for having that episode.” He spoke,

I looked at him weirdly before saying “Don’t be sorry for something that is not in your control.”

Mitsuhide looked down “No one wants to hire me so I can’t get a job and I don’t want to rely on my parents to get my medication…”

I soon became worried. I looked at him before letting go of him “I just need to ask your father when dinner is ready”

I then walked out of our studio apartment and towards Mitsutsuna saying “Hey sooooooo I found out why Mitsuhide is having these episodes. He doesn’t want to rely on you to get his medication, even though he knows that you and your wife are more than happy to help him…”

Mitsutsuna froze “Wh-What? O-Oh my god!”

He then picked up his phone and called Ritsuko (Mitsuhide’s mother).

Mitsutsuna then said “So, Mitsuhide has not been taking his medication for his bipolar and his depression…

He doesn’t want to rely on us to get it for him…

I know we had that conversation with him that we’re his parents and if we can’t get him the medication he needs then we don’t deserve the honour of parenthood…

Please just get the medication for him, I’ll have a chat…

Motochika managed to get him to talk about whether or not he’s getting his medication…

Okay, I’ll do that for you”

He then hung up the phone and looked at me saying “Thank you so much for telling us this.”

I nodded “It’s okay, if we can at least get him on his medication for the duration of the Trial we can manage his condition as the trial goes on.”

I then walked back to our mini apartment, Mitsuhide looked at me saying “You told them didn’t you…”

“I’m sorry honey, I had to, they want to help you, please let them help you.” I replied.

I hugged him tightly before Ritsuko arrived and handed me the medication. “Thank you Motochika, I think you’re the man that my son needed.”

I nodded and accepted the paper bag.

THE NEXT DAY

It was the day the trials of Da Ji, Loki and Ares began.

I stood by Mitsuhide’s side as we made our way into the court room. Da Ji glared at us as the evidence was presented.

Soon it was Dousan’s turn to present evidence. He walked to the whiteboard and projector and turned it on soon revealing the Instagram post made by Da Ji that had the photo of Mitsuhide naked lying on the dingy bathroom floor.

Loki, Ares and Da Ji were held back as Dousan revealed the evidence and explained the statements given by myself, Mitsuhide and the school staff who found us in the bathroom.

The trial lasted for about five days and Judge Orochi sent the Jury out to discuss what the verdict is going to be, as we waited for the verdict Loki looked at Mitsuhide saying

“Now you’ve fucking done it, how much attention do you fucking want you whore!”

I blocked Mitsuhide’s ears when Loki opened his mouth to talk.

We then saw the Jury enter the courtroom again and the jury Forewoman Tamamo was asked if Loki was guilty or not guilty.

Tamamo replied “Loki and Ares had the majority vote of not guilty of all charges. While I have voted guilty I believe there has been some form of bribery going on that I do not know about. As a result for the sake of the members of the jury who are sympathetic towards the victim the least the courts should do is grant him the restraining order.”

“OBJECTION BITCH!” was heard, I looked in the direction the voice came from to find that it was Loki, he then looked at the judge saying

“Your Honour, I do not believe that Akechi Mitsuhide should be applying for a restraining order against myself and Ares, the three of us are all minors and there is no need for a kid to be applying for a restraining order against other kids, I believe he is doing this for attention, he imagined everything, that Instagram post is fake and we will take legal action if you allow the restraining order to go through!”

Orochi slammed the podium saying “ORDER IN THE COURT! Mr Loki Asgardian you have spoken enough, do not argue with our jury members again. Tamamo, my apologies for the interruption. Do you find Da Ji guilty or not guilty of the Sexual Assault charges and Child Pornography Charges?”

Tamamo replied “We have found Da Ji guilty of Sexual Assault and Production and distribution of child pornography, however, the majority recommends mercy.”

I saw Tamamo roll her eyes, I could tell that she has tried to get us the justice we deserve.

Orochi looked at everyone saying “Loki Asgardian and Ares Olympus are acquitted of all charges and I sentence Da Ji to four months in juvenile detention” he then grabbed the hammer and hit the hammer puck to make the sentence final.

Mitsuhide soon started crying but these tears are not happy ones, they’re tears of sadness and anger.

I called out to Orochi saying “THAT IS NOT FAIR! HOW DO YOU SLEEP AT NIGHT KNOWING YOU LET THEM OFF SO LIGHTLY!? THEY DESTROYED MITSUHIDE’S LIFE! AND AN ACQUITTAL FOR THE ACCOMPLICES AND A FOUR MONTH SENTENCE IS ALL YOU GIVE THEM!?  MITSUHIDE WILL NEVER BE ABLE TO LIVE THE CLOSEST POSSIBLE THING TO A NORMAL LIFE WHILE THESE CRIMINALS ARE RUNNING FREE!”

Orochi looked at me with a sullen look saying “I’m sorry, this is the best I can do…”

“FINE IF YOU’RE NOT GOING TO GIVE US THE JUSTICE WE DESERVE THEN I’LL GET IT MYSELF! AND THAT IS NOT A THREAT IT IS A PROMISE!” I shouted as I picked Mitsuhide up and walked out.

Four months for raping Mitsuhide then taking a photograph of him in the nude without his consent and posting it on the internet is unbelievable! What do we get!? Stuck with the trauma and having those assholes smiling like fucking crazy because they got away with it.

“Mr Chosokabe?” I heard that which brought me back to reality, I turned around still carrying Mitsuhide bridal style.

The person calling out to me was Tamamo. She walked to me and handed me a folder “Here. I have made it a rule that any communication between the prosecution or defence and the jury must be screenshot and sent to me. If you do anything rash that could get you in bigger trouble with the law these might help you justify it. These are all of the messages from the defence bribing the majority of the jury to give a not guilty verdict or if it has to be a guilty verdict to prevent suspicion recommendation of mercy.”

Mitsuhide took the folder while I had tears in my eyes said “Thank you so much, you’re so sweet”

Tamamo giggled saying “Don’t thank me, thank Kaguya, another juror for bringing this up. She was suspicious of the defence for a while and was a bit annoyed that she wasn’t the jury forewoman, I told her that if she needed to talk to me about what was happening in the court I am happy to listen. This was what she presented. Good luck taking matters in your own hands, I will be supporting you from afar.”

I nodded as we walked to the car. I placed Mitsuhide in the middle back seat, he put his seatbelt on as I sat next to him.

Hades was driving us as he was given a note by Mitsuhide’s parents stating that they are unable to bring us to the courthouse. When Hades got in the car he then screamed loudly “FUCK YOU ZEUS YOU PIECE OF SHIT! I FUCKING HATE YOUR GUTS! YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE WHY THE FUCK MUST THE WORLD LET YOU BE SO PRIVELEGED THAT YOU COULD JUST FUCK UP A FUCKING TRIAL LIKE THAT YOU FUCKING PERVERTED PLAYBOY ASSHOLE I HOPE YOU FUCKING ROT IN HELL!”

I blocked Mitsuhide’s ears as Hades screamed. When he was finished Hades looked at us with tears in his eyes saying “I’m calling your parents and asking if I can take you two somewhere for icecream and shopping to cheer you up.”

He then did so, explaining the situation, thankfully both my and Mitsuhide’s parents approved of this before we could leave a guy with silver hair and aqua streaks in his hair got in the car and looked at Hades and kissed his forehead saying

“Hey Hades, baby, what’s wrong?”

Hades looked at the guy saying “My younger brother is a privileged asshole Yang Jian… he made my mental health client lose his court case…”

Yang Jian kissed Hades’ forehead again saying “I’m guessing a repeat of us when we were sixteen? Everyone pulled the ‘they didn’t know better they’re only little’ garbage?”

Hades nodded he then said “I have asked my client and his boyfriend’s parents if I could take them out for ice cream and shopping to cheer them up. If you want you can go somewhere else while I do this”

Yang Jian looked at Hades saying “which client is it?”

“Akechi Mitsuhide” Hades replied.

Yang Jian replied “You referred Mitsuhide to the place I work for and they chose me to be his mental health support worker. This is the perfect opportunity to get to know him, even if I spend the entire time with him in silence, building rapport does not require talking at the first instance.”

Hades nodded before turning on the ignition and driving to the next town over. I’m willing to assume to keep us away from Ares and Loki so we can have some time to breathe and be happy before we get thrown through the gauntlet of bullying for trying to throw people in jail.

When we got to the mall Yang Jian looked at us asking Mitsuhide “Hey, is it okay if we just spend time together just you and me? Hades will look after Motochika for you.”

I looked at Mitsuhide who replied “O-Okay b-but if we see those two no ifs, whats or buts, I’m finding Motochika and staying with him.”

Yang Jian nodded “I understand, I want to make sure you’re comfortable and safe.” Mitsuhide put the folder in my satchel, grabbed his Lapras plush doll and his handbag and went with Yang Jian while I stayed with Hades.

I looked at Hades asking “’A repeat of us when we were sixteen’? Are you saying that this has happened before!?”

Hades nodded sadly “Yes. Not to this scale, but my parents never approved of Yang Jian, they acted like Yang Jian was a bad influence on me. I wanted to pursue a career in mental health, so did he.

My parents wanted an accountant. But because of the fact that my parents hated Yang Jian, Zeus gets to be a dick to me and not get in trouble for it.

Which sucked… and it also sucks knowing that he gets to get away with letting his son and his friends do what they want with light consequences…”

I nodded and we went to a musical instrument store because I wanted to get a new shamisen.

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Orphan - 5

Starring:  Fem!Reader and MCU characters! Contents: Spoilers for Endgame!! Good intentions, awkwardness, feels. A/N: PREVIOUS CHAPTERS can be found on the masterlist. Thanks for likes and reblogs and comments <3

5. Tea and Fate

There’s a fuzziness enveloping your mind that makes everything appear to happen at a slower pace than usual, voices distant and warped. You have to force every movement before your body begrudgingly accepts to carry it out, clumsily too, so it’s a miracle you don’t break anything before breakfast is over. At least the two big kids seem to be similarly slow this morning. Why’s he so hyper? Glancing at the little Nathaniel over your cup of coffee, it strikes you as unnatural how he can be so cheerful, constantly babbling about the things he is planning to do during the day as he bounces on the chair.

“– and then can we go down t’the creek and catch tadpol’th? You wanna come, [Y/N]?”

Huge, pleading eyes are staring at you and suddenly it makes sense when people talk about puppy eyes because not even a golden retriever would be able to reach the levels of cuteness the sticky, noisy kid just achieved. Scrambling for words (preferably a nice way to turn him down), you find yourself stuttering and mumbling before Laura saves you.

“There won’t be any tadpoles now, sweetie. It’s fall, and they’ve all grown up into toads and frogs.” She glances at you with an apologetic smile. “And I think, perhaps, [Y/N] needs a bit of time to get used to being here.”

What I need is a nap. Instead of saying it, you just nod with an attempt at a noncommitting smile that might not have amounted to anything more than a grimace of questionable characteristic. A nap and a plan.

 …   Morgan   …

Uncle Rhodes and mommy have gone into the kitchen and shut the door, leaving Happy as the only entertainment.

“I’m booooooored!” Morgan mutters, mainly to herself because the first attempts at getting the gummy-bear of a man to play with her have failed already. “Can I go play on my own?”

It takes a moment for him to react. “Huh? What, yeah…just stay in the house, ‘kay bug?”

She answers with a cheer and a wave, already bouncing up the stairs to fetch her favourite teddy bear and the space stone from aunt Nebula – you never know what you’re going to need when going on an adventure (even if it’s indoors).

…

Someway or other, Morgan doesn’t quite know how, the exploration has brought her to daddy’s work room where the broad table hums invitingly. He never keeps any of his tools in the house, they’ve all been banished to the shed except this one and all the boring books and papers. Sure enough. Resting the chin on the edge of the humming piece of furniture, she can see a stack of folders on one side and a few scraps with scribbles and lines looking like a robot…or a dog.

Daddy’s things aren’t toys. Crawling up into the soft swivel chair, she enjoys a few rounds before allowing the two treasures to take part in the joy of the secret carousel…now and then stealing a glance between the messy strands of hair at the table. Not toys.

He has used it so many times even with Morgan around. A pat in that corner. A wave of the hand. Blue light fills the room in the middle of the day, making the girl think of the swimming pool at grandma’s and grandpa’s.

“Hello, Morgan.”

The voice is so nice and sweet even if the little girl just did something she isn’t supposed to. “Hi, Fwiday.” Morgan doesn’t blush. Almost never.

“What can I help you with, sweetheart?”

The answering question pops out all on its own. “Where’s dad? Mom keeps cwying ‘cause he’s gone.”

“Oh, sweetie…”

 …   Reader   …

You had never quite imagined that you’d be doing a conference call with a handful of heroes while sitting on the hood of an old John Deere in a barn. There’s a shit ton of things I’ve never imagined. Looking over at Clint, sprawled in the seat and with the feet up on the steering wheel, you could almost be lulled into a sense of calm. That things aren’t completely deranged.

Time and again, you’ve felt like an amateur ice dancer trying to keep your life in balance despite the odds so you shouldn’t be feeling as lost as you do. And still…this time you have no counterweight, no place to call home and no person to guide you through the fog. The voices are familiar, in some twisted kind of way, talking gently as if that magically will calm your nerves…but they don’t know how it does exactly the opposite because they sound condescending just like the overbearing social workers and potential adoptive parents that turned you down for no other reason than being too old. For not looking enough like them that you could pass as their “real” kid on a photograph.

“She’s gotten a copy of the files,” Rhodes is explaining, “to go over with her attorney.”

To see if I’m good enough, if she really has to be stuck with me? “Why?” The question leaves the line silent. “I’m not asking for inheritance…or to be part of her life! I just...”

The sympathetic look Clint gives you is almost worse than the unanswered questions and you close your eyes to it. Deep breaths. Pictures of Tony Stark dance in your mind together with memories of your mother, each of them sporting features that you would be able to point out when looking in a mirror. Like when I was a kid.

Time and again, before the aliens attacked New York, you had conjured up an imaginary world where you had both a mom and a dad – the latter being none other than Tony Stark. In that world, you all lived together, and your mom would say that you had her looks and your dad’s smarts which would make him laugh and pull both of you into a hug. In that fairy-tale –

A hand brushes your arm gingerly, waking you with a start from the reveries – lost long ago in the smouldering rubble of a tiny apartment – to find Clint’s face a foot from yours. Keen eyes study every twitch of the brow, maybe even counting the blackheads on your nose, and you pull back in annoyance.

“Y’okay there?” he asks low enough that people listening in won’t hear.

What do you care? “Sure.” Clearing you voice, it’s all you can do to return the attention to the phone. “As I said…I just needed to know if it was true.”

“If need be, would you be willing to do a DNA-test?” You already recognize the voice as the Hulk’s.

A non-committal shrug before you realize they can’t see it. “Sure.”

…

From your spot on the bed on the second floor, you can look out over the field stretching towards the forest. Everything is drenched, covered by sheer greyness that makes the grasses bow and the fallen leaves stick to each other as if hoping the wind won’t be able to move them. The sun is setting somewhere beyond this drab world, but no colours of rose gold and purple reach this far to warm your body now the layers of borrowed clothes and a musty blanket don’t cut it.

You can hear the bubbling giggle that erupts sporadically from Nathaniel. This time you hear Cooper too, a boyish version of his mother…when he can drag himself out of the teenage moods, at least. He’s not that bad, according to your limited experience of kids in full families, just kind of sullen with a tendency to walk away when bothered. Like whenever I enter the room. He’d barely stayed in the seat to finish breakfast. At lunch he’d walked in, seen you, and declared not to be hungry before leaving.

Some people might think it was a relief that Lila sat through the meal, but the glaring was tough to ignore. What’ve I done to them? Your eyes prickle dangerously, and your nose is close to dripping too, callously ignoring the deep breaths and stubborn, unspoken promises that you don’t care. I don’t. It’s not like you haven’t gone through these things before back when you were their age, finding kids scowling at you for no apparent reasons. It’s better than pity. There’s plenty of that to go around and –

*knock knock*

Startled by the sound, body trying to crawl in on itself to feel small and inconspicuous, you hold your breath in the hopes that you heard wrong, but it happens again. Slow but resolute knocking.

“[Y/N]?” Even though she’s rarely spoken to you, the voice of Lila is easily recognizable. “Can I…is’t okay if I c’m’in?”

I’m an adult. I gotta act like one. Any wetness by the eyes is hastily rubbed away. “Sure.” Clear and steady.

The door creaks after ears of disuse, allowing the appearance of the back of Lila’s shoulder as she slides the elbow off the handle. Huh? The moment there’s room, she turns to reveal a little tray with two enormous cups of something steaming and a little tray of cookies. A shy smile, shoulders carefully rising before being lowered with a newfound confidence as you return the silent greeting by making room on the bed for the girl.

Outside, the rain fights to break the grey haze obscuring the world but in reality adding to it. The flaming colours that had managed to maintain a desperate hold on the twigs so far are disappearing in an early dusk. A moment ago that misery had your attention, resonating within, now it’s chased away by an awkward, lanky girl sitting cross-legged before you while apologizing for the lack of milk.

“Hey! It’s okay,” you manage to interrupt her at a break for air, “I’ll drink it any which way, so thanks…”

“Good, good…”

Drops pummel the window. Tea scent heats your faces causing a new flush to be added to Lila’s cheeks. Good tea, as if that’s the reason you feel guilt gnawing for the negativity against the girl…a negativity that evaporates like the steam curling above the hot liquid.

“I’m sorry,” Lila admits, and you’re not sure why even though you have an idea, “I…Cooper and me…” For a moment all her attention seems to be on the cookie she steeps in the mug. Seems. “I’ve been a jerk, haven’t I?”

Alright! Up front now! “Maybe. I guess I’ve been too...” Sharing a glance you recognize some of Clint in the way she takes in every detail. “So this is like…a truce? Ceasefire?”

“Hoped so.”

You can’t hug it out with her. There’s been too many fake hugs in your life from people who claimed they’d be there for you. Lila doesn’t promise anything except to try to be decent and that’s something you can mirror. Good thing too. You’ve got nothing else to offer.

“– they say I need to start school Monday.” Clearly, you’ve missed the start of whatever the middle Barton kid’s saying, but you can fill it out. “I’m gonna be like the only senior from my year left! Can you imagine?”

“A little, maybe. People did stare a shitlo–…sorry…a lot at uni. But hey! At least the sophomore was only surprised when I appeared on his lap. At first.”

“Nooo!” Wide eyes followed by a crinkle of amusement. “Was he hot?”

What?! That line of thought had never occurred to you. “Uhm…I don’t actually remember, I’m just glad he didn’t push me onto the floor.”

There’s a tiny snort of giggles, “Hey, welcome back! Yeet!” Her tea almost spills as she imitates the student forcibly tossing you aside.

[louu-7]

everything i don’t know

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CHAPTER 7:

“No, she’s acting weird lately, I don’t think the rumors worked…”

“It has to work, we can’t let her do her things, and sometimes she’ll have to work with us. The problem is her behavior of spoiled rotten little girl. We can’t let her starts to stick her nose into our business, not now, we’re so close and she doesn’t give a shit about what we’re doing. She’ll know when the time will comes.”

“Don’t worry, she’s not gonna mess everything up. She’s not confident enough to face up to you.”

Are they talking about me? I stay where I am and continue to listen to them with attention, stuck against the living room wall. Are they fucking talking behind my back about me, and just put me down like it was normal. And after my Mom’s gonna coming to my room and proposes to go shopping together… bullshit.

“I’m not sure about this anymore, look what she did at the Cameron’s, we can’t continue to go to this kind of events with her.” My Dad seems to contain his anger inside.

Is he that mad at me? What did I do like, I apologized for the Cameron’s… I decide to walk in as if nothing had happened, just to see their reaction. Are they gonna argue or be kind…

“Sweetie, how’s it going?”

“Good.” I try to act normal, but it’s rather delicate when I see how they lie to me. That’s disgusting. “What were you doing?” Asks my Mom to break the silence, as I get some cookies and an apple. “Some work. Not gonna disturb you for too long, I’m just getting these.” I show us what I’m taking and give them a faint smile that burns my lips before coming back to my room.

So on top of being hypocrites with the other Kooks, they’re also hypocrites with their own family. Great, I’ve such a good entourage... I climb up the stairs and lock my door before jumping on my bed and open my laptop to keep my mind off things.

OK. If I understand well, something’s going on in this house, and they think I’m gonna mess everything up, even if I don’t know what they mean. What the hell… and since when they’re hiding things from me? And… what the hell could I do?

Maybe I just should forget it, why do I even care… I don’t have to care anymore about their problems, or anything else. As long as I managed to get out of this house secretly, I also have to play the good girl, not to be suspected to leave and enjoy. Apparently enjoy is a crime here.

Let’s call Sarah, and if never she’s with John B, I could call Kie, and, if she’s with Pope… well, I won’t call anyone.

“Heyy! What’s up babe?” Her screaming voice resonates in my ear.

“Not much.” I laugh as wincing a little. “What happen, you just destroyed my ear.”

“It’s John B’s birthday and I have a gift like, the best ever!”

“Oh, I didn’t know! What’s the gift, I wanna know!” I shout out at my turn, certainly destroying her ear.

“He kinda hates to dress up, so I bought a whole chic outfit, just to joke, and then the true gift will be revealed, it’s a new surf board and it’s awesome! I had the idea that we all could dress up and celebrate at John B’s before going on the marsh, so I give him his outfit, we celebrate and everything, and then you all arrive and I give him the surfboard, and we put music and-”

“Eh, aren’t you a little nervous? “

I laugh and don’t hear any answer form her. The silence is the only response that I got for a while so I frown as I sit up in my bed, is she OK…? “Sarah?”

“Yes, sorry I…” Her sniffing make me feel more and more worried as I completely stand up, concerned about what’s happening. “Eh, what’s wrong?” I ask with a sympathetic voice, this kind of behavior doesn’t feel like her, that’s really troubling to know her in such a state. When she starts to sob quietly I got a pang of emotion, that just makes me shake as tears come into my brown eyes.

“I don’t even know why am I crying.” Her strangled voice stop her from talking as her words become little sob. “Sarah is it serious?”

“Non, no I’m just feeling so-so nervous about today because I-I never loved someone as I love John B and I...”

“Baby, you don’t have to be nervous, you’re the best girlfriend John B could be with and he loves you I swear. Sarah I’m not tellin’ you this because you’re my best friend but, you’re my best friend and you’re gorgeous so don’t be nervous.” I wipe the lonely tear that runs on my cheek and sigh a little. “Thank you, I’m ridiculous I just don’t know how to act, I can’t describe how… I don’t know, I just love him. So much.”

“I know, you guys are so cute and he’s gonna love your gift.” We continue to talk for at least an hour and we eventually stop the call to prepare for the famous birthday of mister Routledge. I’m not sure my whole business family left the house but they’re not gonna lock me in this house today, even less now.

It’s been two weeks that I manage to get out when they left to enjoy my summer, and then I come back before they do and they don’t know anything. Moreover, I’m not sure he’s ready to come in the Cut to search me so, there’s no problem.

Lately I noticed that my parents were at home sooner than usual, so they maybe have doubts, I hear them talking a lot about me, without they know it, and they have million calls, more than before, so I don’t know whats going on but… the ambiance here is weird feel like I’m kind of excluded from all this business. It doesn’t disturb me that much but it’s like they don’t want me to know, and the little talk between my parents earlier confirm my doubts…

I have to admit I prefer to stay away from their things but something changed and I feel so… curious about all this. Curious, but scared. My Dad’s sometimes yelling at the phone like it was a matter of life and death.

Anyway, I but on a tiny bit of makeup and chose to wear a short ruffle blue dress, with thin straps and a V-neck, something pretty and comfy at the same time. Then I put my Converse that I washed a while ago and am perfume myself as someone ring the doorbell. “I’m comin’ babe!”

I go downstairs quickly with my bag full of a chiller outfit, some deodorant and food, check my face in the mirror next to the door and finally open it. My eyes wide and I step back as I discover a broad-shouldered man in front of me, all black dressed except his whit shirt under his suit. “Hum, hello?”

“Thara Abrams?”

“Yes?”

“Follow me.”

“What? No, I don’t even know you.”

“A friend of your parents, they want you to be with them.” Does he think that I’m dumb? Who the hell is this man, I never saw it in my whole life and he says that he’s a friend of my parents, really?

“And how could I be sure about what you’re saying?”

“Because they charged me to pick you up maybe?”

“Drop dead.” I shut the door in his face without him stopping me from doing it and I breath. I didn’t notice but my heartbeats are too quick to be normal, and my hands are shaking. Why am I so nervous, he’s nobody.

What if he’s right? Since when my parents send someone to pick me up like… they never did it, I don’t understand why would they do it now. I grab my phone and call my Dad to get some answers to the questions that cross my mind.

“Yes, what’s wrong?”

“Did you send someone to take me to the vineyard with you?” He sigh and doesn’t respond to my question. S it probably means that’s true. “Just follow him darling, he’s a friend.”

“‘Darling’? Really?”

“Don’t make me come and do what I say Thara.” I hang up the phone and run my fingers in my hair as a sigh escape from my lips. Like I said, there’s something wrong, that’s obvious. My phone rings and I see Sarah’s face on the screen.

“Girl who’s the man in front of your door?”

“He’s still here? Oh, fuck…”

“Who’s it?”

“I don’t know, he wants to take me to the vineyard of my father, just…” I stop to talk as an idea is emerging in my mind, and a crooked smile is drawing on my lips. “Thara?”

“Yeah, I have a plan, wait me at the police station, I’ll be there quickly.”

“Be careful girl, we don’t know this man.”

“He doesn’t look like a criminal, and moreover he doesn’t even really look like a smart-ass.” We laugh a little before hanging the phone and I breath again. I don’t even know why would it be dangerous. That’s totally OK, he’s just not ready for what I got in mind.

I re-open the door and fake a smile that he seems to see as a smile of excuse. Not a smart boy… “I’m sorry I just lost my composure. You’re well-dressed, nice suit.” I continue to smile and walk until the car to get in, next to the driving seat. He take place in front of the steering wheel. He starts the car in silence and he drives toward the vineyard. “Can we please stop to the Starbucks? I rarely get out of the house, it would be a pleasure to drink something better than water of fruit juice. But just if you’re OK.”

“Yeah, of course, but be quick please.”

“Thank you, I really appreciate. Do you know where is it?” He confusedly says no, so I change a little my plan and tell him the direction to the police station. I don’t think he’ll understand until we park before I get out of the car to run away.

Once arrived I take my bag and look at him, a grateful air on my face. “Thank you for this ride monsieur.” I open the car door and put a first foot on the ground. “It was a pleasure but I’m pretty busy, say hi to my dear daddy.”

“What, no!”

When his voice resonate in the street my feet are already running on the concrete toward the black Volvo of Sarah, parked some meters further away. She gets in the car and I do the same, out of breath and a victorious smile on my face. It feels amazing.

“Starts the car, c’mon!” We laugh and leave the police station parking to drive through some little streets that the smart-ass is not gonna know to follow us. “Thank you, you saved me.” I manage to say, short-winded. “You’re welcome. We should do this more often, it was cool!”

“Yeah, but not to much if I don’t wanna die before the end of the summer.”

“Oh” she looks at me as she slows down. your father, “I forgot about it, we never should’ve do that he’s gonna kill you… I’m sorry if you want I can-”

“No, he’s not gonna say anything, it’s OK. I’ll find something. Let’s have a good time.”

She agrees by nodding quietly her head and I raise my eyebrows. “Sarah that’s OK, my father’s not killer anyway.” I laugh and she sighs in a smile before telling me to shut up.

We arrived at John B’s and Sarah explain to me that we all arrive well-dressed, she gives him his outfit, we party and then we give him the surfboard. When she finishes talking she starts to feel some pressure.

“He’s gonna love it. Let’s go, I’m sure he can’t wait anymore to see you, and I’m also sure that the only thing he wants is you, so don’t be antsy.”

“Yeah, OK, it’s gonna be perfect.”

“Of course it is!”

We get out of the car together as the three others John B’s friends arrive, all really prepared and clean and beautiful. That’s so cool, he’s gonna love it. I don’t know John B for a long time but he’s a really cool guy, big-hearted and completely in love with my girl. And he accepted me, not like a certain blond who can’t stand me, not yet. I think it’s fro never.

We all say hello to each other, almost all, and walk to the door of the chateau. Kinda good name thought.

Sarah’s knocking at the door as we all wait, a smile on our faces. He opens the door, bleary-eyed and confused of our presence. Is eyebrows are frowning and his shoulders raising as a yawn escape from his mouth. “Happy birthday!” We all shout out, and Pope and JJ are jumping on him to piss him of gently.

They push him on the bed to crush him while laughing, and the girls and I are just… present? Yeah, we’re not really useful for the moment.

“Guys c’mon, get off!”

“Happy birthday old man!” JJ yell before tousle the brown hair of his best friend. Once they finish to tease John B, they all stand up and we look at them. They’re kids. They’ll be kids until the end of their life. “Thank girls, that’s really, hum, nice.”

He steps toward Sarah and the smile on her face widen. They kiss so softly that it adds something romantic in this non-romantic ambiance, before a pillow hits John B’s head and stop them. Kiara and I just burst out laughing as the face of the old man raise his face. I laugh so much that my abs hurt, then Sarah gives him his outfit.

He put it on and come back, her eyebrows raised. “Dude I never saw you prepared and you decide to do it for my birthday, what a gift bro.” He pats JJ’s shoulder and put his other arm behind Pope’s back.

We go take the cake in the car with Sarah and come back as we all starts to sing the happy birthday song. John B’s eyes are sparkling and when my phone suddenly ring in my bag a bad feeling capture me and I wince as they all look at me, singing.

“Fuck I’m so sorry… I ruin everything…”

The desire to leave this room and just go away is completely present in me, and I don’t even know why. Something like this can happen to everyone one but, I already struggle a lot to prove that it’s not because I’m a ‘kook’ that I can’t be a good person, even if they don’t always seem convinced and it makes me so nervous, so ruining everything makes me feel like shit.

I grab my phone and get out of the house not to disturb even more the celebration and see my father’s face on my screen. “Fuck… I sigh and pick up. Hi, Dad… what’s u-”

“Thara what’s going on in your head!” He yells so loud that I can move my phone a little away. “Where are you and… Are you thinking about your acts or are you just disobeying to everything I told you to do, because this little game is over, you come back home now.”

“No, Dad not now please it’s important and-”

“I don’t care!” His deep voice make me shiver and I grit my teeth, upset but scared as fuck. “Let me just today I swear I won’t disobey again please let me today and I-”

“Because you think that I believe you? Are you that much naive?”

My heart’s kind of… breaking like, in a million pieces when his words resonate in an echo in my head. Some tears run automatically on my cheeks as I try to stop them. “How do…” my strangled voice prevent me from saying anything more and the silence is the only noise that we can hear.

“Thara you come back home now and we’ll talk about it tonight. And don’t think you’ll ever get out of this house again. How can you be that ridiculous, do you think I didn’t notice your new behavior of perfect little girl?”

Tears can’t stop to run my cheeks and my face is soon sinking into tears as my heart’s almost dying when his insults come one after on, moving me so much that my body shakes a little. “Oh, you’re crying? Don’t think that I care, you can’t just play the rebel and then crap out like a coward. See you tonight at home, Alyssa’s at home to see if you come back.”

He hangs up the phone before I answer anything, but anyway I don’t think I have the strength to… What is wrong with him…

I stay here for a while and look around to see if I can sit somewhere and not totally ruin the party. It’s supposed to be the best day of the year for one of them so I’m not destroying everything Sarah prepared for him. I walk toward a tree and sit in front of the water, in a silence broke by my sniffle.

My tears are flooding my face and I can’t stop to wipe my eyes if I want to see something. His words are in repeat in my mind, I just can’t stand these things that just got out of his mouth so naturally, to talk about me.

I feel like these are the words he never could told me before, so he took advantage of the situation to hurl me insults and prove me that I’m nothing.

I feel like I’ve never been nothing.

[hautekurture]

[para] communication

characters → @hautekurture​, @knockonkarofsky​

location → undisclosed midnight madness location, nyada campus, ny.

timeframe → october 9, 2019

summary → kurt has questions about marley he thinks karofsky can answer.

notes → mentions of suicide, death, missing people.

Kurt thought he saw someone he knew. Under his chosen mask for Midnight Madness, Kurt's eyes blazed with the memories the familiar figure brought in him. It has to be him. Shoving his hands into his Prada Military Bomber Jacket, Kurt tailed his target. His blue Valentino Garavani Rockstud Rockrunner camouflage sneakers crunched dead twigs. It was cold tonight. Even his Mackintosh 0004 zip-neck sweater and the compression tights layered under his And Wander belted trousers didn't keep away the cold. When Kurt followed enough, he called out the name. "Karofsky. Stop."

David stopped. It has been days he had been trying to see a Midnight Madness match, to no avail. He keeps getting lost until it's already too late. A distant memory calls him. He turns around to see it. "Fuck, were supposed to wear masks too?" He asks, a bit embarrassed. "Finished already?" He tries to look at a clock, but he isn't wearing any as usual, so he ties to check the masked one's wrists. "You a fighter?"

Kurt raised an eyebrow at Karofsky not recognizing him, however it made sense. Kurt didn't wear masks of all things in his regular attire. "You could say that," Kurt said and then dropped the charade. It's stupid to pretend to be someone else. "Come on, you know who I am, Karofsky. And I know you know something about Marley Rose. Tell me. How did you help her get out." Kurt pointed without hesitation to the witch. "You can't play dumb with me, you already tried that in the faepocalypse." 

David could recognize the voice when he talked more. His expression got serious and he felt more uncomfortable when he mentioned Marley. "You don't know shit. Didn't help her at all." He uses the back of his hand to get rid of the accusatory finger. "Don't have to play. Bullshit name." But what if Kurt talked about this because he knew something. "You know something others don't, Kurt?"

Kurt felt a prickle at the side of his forehead when Karofsky caught on and deflected. "That's what I mean, I don't know what happened to her, but you do. Weren't you her right-hand man? The faes' hapless, faithful servant?" He let out a snort when Karofsky pushed his hand away. "I know there's no way she could have gotten on that bridge if she didn't get out of NYADA. And since lockdown happened, I sure as hell didn't see any Lusus Naturae given a pass to go."

David crosses his arms and looked at the side. Kurt didn't know. Of course. Why would he. "Was. Things changed when they killed half the clan." He says, trying to focus more on his anger and bitterness of the betrayal than the loss. He paused a moment to breathe, to think what to say. "You want me to find ya a way to get out, or are you worried 'bout her?"

Kurt was taken aback. They killed his clan? The arguments and counters Kurt had made in his head dissipated. He wanted to say sorry however Kurt couldn't even find the words to apologize. He was stunned silent. "Are you, or I guess, your clan going to file charges?" Kurt asked quietly. "I think you should. They should face punishment for what they did." Kurt swallowed, however the lump stayed. "I'm surprised you aren't worried. Did you read what happened? Truth be told, I don't think she's dead. However, I do believe she's in danger. Funny thing is, I'm not even her friend. I think she actually quite hated me. But I also think that's the reason why I should figure out what happened."

David almost laughs. Almost. "File charges? You know what exiled means. Punished? Most of Le Fay's are dead or locked." He said annoyed. He thought about it. Punished. "That doesn't help." What for. All the punished wouldn't fix anything. He wanted to ask what makes Kurt think he isn't worried. But he wasn't. He was avoiding thinking about it. "Don't want to think she's dead either. She's my friend." But he knows it. She is dead. David looks at the little stones on the fround, kicking out one. Everyone arounds him ends up being dead. He doesn't want hopes to search a dead person. If he ignores it, Marley would never die. She just ran away. "Doesn't make sense. You thought I helped her run away. Now ya think she's in danger. Why? Why's hate your reason?”

Kurt frowned. He admitted he didn't know what exiled meant in the magical world. "It doesn't matter if you're exiled, your clan deserves justice, isn't that right? Le Fay's wrong, obviously. However not all her followers are responsible... You feel that too, don't you." Kurt said, feeling strangely angry at Karofsky's demeanor. The Karofsky I know wouldn't want to leave things as they are. He would do something about it. Kurt crossed his arms and leaned on one hip. "The two aren't correlated, Karofsky. You can help someone out of saving them and then they end up doing something on their own that's," Kurt stopped himself from saying destructive. "Hate's my reason because it means I won't be caught in expectations. I don't know what to expect from her, so I won't be disappointed."

David uncrossed his arms. "It matters. They don't get what they deserve. Ain't part of this society. Every witch's saying shit 'bout unity but they still ignore the clan. Bet they'll say they had it comin'." He was getting fired up. "'Le Fay used lot of people. Who's responsible, then? Aren't I?" He was getting piss off. And trying to calm himself and listen to Kurt. "I got expectations. You too. Just not nice ones. What do ya think you're gonna find?" David shows Kurt his own crystal comm, disguised as a phone. "Been calling her. Doesn't answer. If we don't know more 'bout her, she ran away, free. If we'd know..." He saves his phone on his pocket. He doesn't want to say it. "K. Whatever. Let's try to find her. But you don't have a clue, don't ya?"

Kurt replied, "Then let's not make it matter. Who cares what the government think. Commons government thought gay people didn't deserve rights and we pushed back. I don't think your clan deserved the betrayal. And as much I don't care for how specifically magical lusus naturae are, it doesn't mean they are lesser than me. It also doesn't mean they are better than me either. We're all people." Kurt quieted when Karofsky was talking. It was surprising to hear Karofsky talk so much about this subject, when the boy would suffice with a yes or a no.  "The ones who are responsible are the ones who have no guilt about what they did. The ones who make excuses for their actions. You want to amend for your mistakes? Then do it by helping me for now." Kurt raised an eyebrow at the phone. This is so old-school. I guess he's telling the truth that he doesn't know. "Is she the type to even pick up her phone? Doesn't she... pollen or something." Kurt sort of remembered what she had told him. "I have been talking with Dani. I have my theories something spurred her to leave without a word to anyone."

David sighs. The validation didn't feel bad, but he knew it wasn't going to help. "I care. Things ain't going well for the clan. Need people to make a change. The're more gays than Karofskys." He keep trying, but no result at all was making it feel hopeless. Whatever it was because he was doing it wrong or it was impossible, he was tired. He keep silent when Kurt started to talk about making amends. He tried to not tear up much, so he just nodded after a moment. After a while, he keep trying to talk again. "A-ain't a phone. Crystal comm. Could know where she is if she sent a signal. But she ain't doing it. She can't or she doesn't wanna." He took his crystal comm again, and showed him the fake phone just...light up, but didn't do anything else a phone could do. "What theories?" He asks. "Uhm, Kurt...thing going okay? For ya?"

Kurt softened his stance and uncrossed his arms. "I can't argue there." He bit his lip and added on, "Sorry... and. Can I touch you?" He was one of the few people who wasn't a fan of randomly starting physical contact. Kurt pursed his lips at the crystal communication and nodded slowly. He didn't get it. He sucked in a breath from his teeth, and put his hands on his hips. "Theories about missing for two weeks. I don't remember what happened. I know I was somewhere else for a while and came back. I wonder if Marley remembered. If that's what made her want to go." He smiled ruefully behind his mask and pulled it off and away from his face. "I'm not scared that I'll get my memories back. I'm anxious what I'll do when I see them."

David is thankful for it. He doesn't want to argue about it now. "No problem." He gives him a soft nod "Ye. Ain't poisonous if ain't bleeding." David remembers when they went missing. Marley didn't remember. Dani told her no one seem to remember. He gets worried, and sees Kurt face again for what it feels like years. "What ya think you'll do? Get in danger?"

Kurt reached out and patted Karofsky on the shoulder. He kept his hand on the other's shoulder for a while and said with a slight flush, "Don't mention it. I'm not scared of touching you, you know I've fought you hand-to-hand before. I just know how it feels to not want to get touched when you're feeling a lot of things. Also, I know how it feels to want to have a sympathetic touch when I'm feeling a lot of things." He shrugged and pulled his hand back to shove back into his bomber jacket. "I worry I'll get other people in danger. Maybe that's why Marley left too." 

David accepted the touch, but still felt weird about reciprocating it. He didn't blush until he saw Kurt blushing a bit. He looks down and smiles brightly. "Will remember it." His smile faded hearing Kurt's theory. "Rather be in danger than be without ya." He says. "If ya remember somethin' like that... tell someone. K?" He scratch his neck. "Did ya ask the others who went missing too yet?"

Kurt returned to the seriousness of their conversation and smirked. "Being with me is being in danger, Karofsky." Then one second later, "Oh my god, why did I say that? Augh, if I sound edgy like that again, tell me I'm acting like a CW character. That'll snap me out of it." Kurt pulled a disgusted face. Kurt sighed and looked up into the night sky. "What is there to tell? Sometimes I feel like I'm giving people more trauma laying it on them 'cause I don't want to shoulder it alone. I haven't asked them yet, because nothing came out of it, until now. I don't know if Marley is a lone anomaly or the start of a pattern, but I know I don't want to wait to find out. I haven't talked to Blaine about this yet because I need for him to focus on his studies. He's aiming to graduate next year, and I know I'll be graduating soon." Kurt's breath fogged around his face. "I won't be here at NYADA after April."

David snorted a bit. "You can be edgy if you're sharp enough. Don't now what's CW, won't stop ya." He jokes. Kurt looked up to the starless sky, and David looked at him. He tries to kick another small stone on the way. "You feel people laying trauma on ya when they ask or tell ya 'bout these stuff too?" He feel like he was going to fell into the same mistakes again. But before saying he should tell Blaine, there was other thing. "You're leaving. I'll miss ya. Ready been." He was probably crossing way too many lines. "Glad you're leaving tho. This place shit." He thinks for a while. Blaine was talking about weddings, the last time he read him. "Ya sure don't wanna tell Blaine?"

Kurt burst out into a little giggle he hadn't expected could come from him. "Yeah, I'm very sharp." Kurt gave Karofsky an intense glare and relaxed to show he was joking. "Don't search it up. It's just trash shows, unless you want to learn about trash tv, then go ahead." Kurt shook his head. "No, because, maybe this is awful of me to say it, I know I'm not the one who's in that trauma? So I feel like I can help." Kurt leaned back to look at Karofsky, taking in the comment. "Thanks." I missed you too, now that I think about it. Now that I don't run away from thinking about it.  Kurt shook his head. "Yes, I'm sure. He's busying himself with other thoughts now. He's happy with those thoughts." Kurt gave his phone to Karofsky. "Put your number in. I don't use crystal communications."

"Then maybe others can help ya too." David says, trying not to think much about Kurt giggling. "If they aren't on it." He takes Kurts phone like he has been given a technology he doesn't know how to use. "I gave ya one crystal. It's hard to use?" He asks. Maybe Kurt doesn't get crystal as David doesn't get phones. "Don't have a phone. Give me yours. Can call ya on the street public phone machines."

"Are you asking for my number in a roundabout way?" Kurt asked and gave Karofsky his phone number regardless. He remembered he could have received something like a crystal in the mail a while back. Kurt had thrown it out didn't he? Keeping that to himself,  Kurt deflected back to Karofsky. "Do you need help getting a phone? Truthfully I won't answer my phone from unknown numbers. Dani and I are going to Marley's dorm room soon. The main thing we need to figure out is how to spoof NYADAIDs so we can leave campus or find another way out without the authorities on us. I think we need to go back to the Lusus Naturae Protection Committee office." My most dreaded place.

"You were asking for mine." David says, writing it down. He grunts. He gave Kurt the crystal because it was the only way for him to communicate. "Dunno how to use 'em. What's so bad 'bout crystals?" David thought for a while. "Know where to get permissions. Got permits to do magic outside." He says, remembering his lopphole abraxas. "Need one or two?"

"Yeah I did. Not in an indirect way," Kurt smirked with confidence. His smile faded when Karofsky asked him the question. "I don't know how to use the Crystals... and it feels off to me to use something magic like that." Kurt put his hand on Karofsky's bicep. "You keep them. I can use my powers without worrying about getting caught. I might need you to back me up with your magic however we're looking to fight as a last resort. Information first. We need to find out Marley is filed in their system.”

David didn't think it was indirect. "Same with phones." He said. "Feels wrong to get one." He says, thinking about it. "Maybe should get one anyway." Kurt touched him again. "M-mean the NYADA IDs. Can get one where I got my stuff."  David nods. "K. Will do. Find stuff."

Kurt thought of a better one. "Just ask to borrow a friend's phone and call me. You don't have to get a phone because I said so. Thanks. I'll look around the online shops too." Kurt was referring to the black market. Since he and Karofsky were headed the same way, Kurt pointed it out. "Come on, let's go back before campus police is on our ass, and I'd rather not run in these running shoes." Kurt slipped the mask down on his face and walked along Karofsky. 

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The Devil is in the Details: Part 8

Karina stood in the mirror, applying her make up when her eyes landed on the bruise decorating her forearm. It had only been two days since she started taking the iron supplement, but Karina had hoped that the bruising would have stopped by now.

Leon had slept in and was just now starting his process of getting ready. Walking up behind Karina with sleep still in his eyes, he rested his chin on her shoulder and wrapped his arms around her waist.

“Hello, Gorgeous.” Karina smiled at their reflection as she leaned into him.

Leon nuzzled her neck before standing up straighter and stretching, giving a little grunt of approval.

Turning around, she kissed him. “See you later, k? I love you.”

“Mmm.” Leon caught Karina by the waist and gave her a squeeze, almost unwilling to let her go. “You don’t even have a few minutes?”

As Leon pressed himself against Karina, she felt his erection against her hip. With a defeated sigh, she closed her eyes. “Only a few minutes, we need to be quick.”

“I can be quick.” Leon almost purred as he turned Karina around.

They both moved their hands to the button on Karina’s pants, Leon eventually letting Karina unfasten them as he waited to slide them down past her backside. He snaked his right hand down the front of her pants while she braced herself against the counter.

“God, you’re already wet.” Leon laughed.

Karina inhaled deeply as she felt him enter her. “Yeah, well you do have that effect on me.”

“Do you want me?” He teased, pulling himself out but keeping himself pressed against her.

“Yes,” Karina pleaded. “Please, just fuck me already.”

“Mmm.” He purred again as he gripped her hips and began to thrust. “Only because you asked nicely.”

Karina had learned long ago that she could make herself come faster if she held her breath and while she would have liked to continue their little romp for longer, she kept one eye on the clock.

“Harder,” She begged. “Now.”

Leon’s only response was a grunt of approval, his own climax edging closer, followed by a bite on that sweet spot where her neck met her shoulder.

With a whimper, Karina indicated her own climax as she needed to support herself on the counter.

“See?” Leon kissed her neck again. “You won’t even be late.”

She shook her head as she laughed. “I can feel your come running down my leg. There’s no way I can leave without cleaning myself up.”

Leon shrugged. “You could always call in sick.”

“Not a chance. I’ve got a meeting that I need to be at.” Karina made sure to punctuate it with a smile so Leon knew she was actually irritated with him.

“I’m sorry Maus.” Leon laughed despite himself. “I love you.”

Karina turned and kissed him as she pulled her pants back up. “I love you too. Now, would you please get me my grey work pants?”

The clacking of Karina’s stilettos against the floor announced her arrival, eliminating any chance she had of slipping into the meeting unnoticed. The board member giving the presentation stopped in mid-sentence which prompted everyone to turn and watch as Karina slunk to her seat next to the Nena, raising her hand slightly in apology.  

After a moment, Nena shot a glare at Karina.

Karina mouthed a quick sorry as she shrugged and opened her notebook.

After the meeting adjourned, Nena pulled Karina aside. “What happened?”

“I’m sorry,” Karina rubbed her temple before looking back at Nena. “I…I overslept.”

Raising an eyebrow, Nena looked her square in the eye before starting. “Should I be concerned?”

“Concerned about what, exactly?” Knitting her brows, Karina couldn’t help but be suspicious now

Nena frowned. “It’s just, I mean…I’ve seen the bruises.”

“No.” Karina instantly shook her head. “No, it’s not what you think. We’ve just figured out that I’m anemic so I’m exhausted all the time and I bruise if you look at me the wrong way.”

When Nena looked skeptical, Karina couldn’t help but roll her eyes. “Do you honestly think Leon would be capable of something like that?”

“I don’t know, I don’t really know him.” Nena sighed. “I just know that you haven’t seemed like yourself lately.”

Karina wanted to bring up Daniel’s increasingly annoying behavior as a reason for her agitation but instead, she just smiled. “Would you like to see a doctor’s note? I really do appreciate your being worried and if something was wrong, I do feel like you would be someone that I could confide in but it’s really just me being ridiculously low on iron.”

“Ok,” She nodded as if she realized she was coming close to prying. “Ok. But please do know you can come to me if you need help.”

With a smile, Karina nodded. “Thank you.”

“Do you need some time off?” Nena kept her look of concern and took a step closer as coworkers began to file past.

Shaking her head, Karina closed her eyes for a pause just longer than a blink. “I think I’ll be fine but if I really start feeling drained, I’ll tap out, ok?”

“Ok,” Nena nodded and appeared to actually accept Karina’s answer. “Ok.”

Karina sat at her desk, resting her forehead against her hand, wondering if Leon and Nena had a point. It was becoming harder for her to focus on any given task and even worse, Karina just didn’t feel like being there at least half of the time. She heard Leon’s voice in the back of her mind reminding her that she didn’t need to work and if she wasn’t enjoying it then there wasn’t any point.

Shaking the thought from her mind, Karina decided some coffee might help her focus.

There were a few coffee makers in the staff room but both had been left with traces of old coffee and used grounds. Karina rolled her eyes as she pulled the dish soap out from under the sink but she also welcomed the distraction. After cleaning out the carafe, she added water and measure out enough for six cups. While she was waiting for it to brew, Karina sat at the small table and scrolled through Instagram.

“Karina?”

While she couldn’t quite pinpoint when it started, Karina had noticed that she now jumped whenever someone called her name. Looking up, she didn’t bother to fake a smile. “Daniel?”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” He had lost that eagerness in his presence that initially irritated Karina but at this point, she doubted there was anything redeemable about him. “I just wanted to apologize. I can tell I’ve offended you.”

Karina wanted to scream no shit, you’ve offended me but knew better. “It’s fine. Just…it’s fine.”

Waiving him off, she began pulling her hair up into a ponytail when she heard Daniel gasp.

“Oh man,” Daniel stepped closer and squinted. “What happened to your arm?”

Bringing her arm down, Karina glanced at the dark greenish-yellow bruise just under her elbow but shrugged off his concern. “Knocked it on a doorknob.”

Daniel frowned but eventually continued with his thought. “Listen, I think we have a lot in common and would make good friends. I’d love it if you would give me a second chance.”

“No.” Karina was adamant this time. “I have no interest in being your friend.”

Looking stunned, Daniel stammered. “Well…why? I’ve been nothing but nice to you-”

“I don’t owe you an explanation. I gave you my answer and that is all you are going to get from me.” She attempted to have a somewhat sympathetic face as opposed to the smirk she wanted to wear.

Daniel narrowed his eyes. “I mean, if that’s the way you want to be about it, then…fine.”

“Have a great day.” Karina put on the biggest smile she could muster and looked in the direction of the door.

Once Daniel left, she positioned herself in front of the coffee maker and opened Instagram again, starting a video of her waiting in front of the slowly filling carafe. After adding Depeche Mode’s “Waiting for the Night” she closed the app again.

“Bro!”

Leon turned around to see Serge walking up to him.

“You gotta up your game, bro.” Serge pulled out his phone. “Your girl’s beating you.”

Cocking his head to the side, Leon scoffed. “What are you talking about?”

Serge opened up Karina’s Instagram stories, short little video clips that stayed on the app for about a day, and there were several of Karina standing in front of various paintings with the lyrics of popular songs coordinating with the artwork. The last one that made Leon audibly laugh was her standing next to Caravaggio’s Judith Beheading Holofernes with the chorus of Billie Eilish’s Bad Guy playing in the background, the lyrics scrolling across the screen.

“Well, yeah.” Leon laughed again, eventually smiling proudly. “She’s always been clever.”

When Leon made it home, he found Karina with her headphones on, dancing along to something only she could hear and oblivious to his presence. Walking up behind her, he waited for her to take a step back and then caught her when she stumbled slightly over his foot. Karina jumped but soon laughed at herself when she realized what was happening.

Slipping her headphones off, Karina beamed as she stood on her tiptoes to kiss him. “Hey, you.”

“Mausi.” Leon smiled back and gently grasped her chin, kissing her again before he let her go. “How was your day?”

“I think you might be on to something with the whole cutting back my hours argument.” Karina leaned against him, closing her eyes as she rested her head on his shoulder.

“Yeah?” Noticing that Karina had changed into leggings and an old hoodie of his that she had claimed as her own, he figured they wouldn’t be going out for dinner. “Why is that?”

Karina flopped down on the sofa and waited to see if Leon would join her. She wasn’t above begging for affection at this point, but it would be easier for her to initiate if he was closer. “Well, I’m starting to feel like not being there. I can’t tell if it’s because I’ve been so tired or if it’s because I can’t stand Daniel-”

“Is he the kid that tried to say you two were very close?” Leon smirked just thinking about it as he took her cue and sat next to Karina.

With a sigh, Karina crawled into his lap and snuggled against him. “The very same. Today he tried saying that he thought we’d make good friends and then couldn’t understand why I said I didn’t want anything to do with him. It’s just annoying.”

“So quit.” Leon slipped his hands under the hoodie and, upon figuring out that she was wearing a camisole underneath, gently tugged it over Karina’s head so that he could begin to rub her shoulders. “There’s nothing saying that you need to work.”

Closing her eyes, Karina felt as though she could melt into him right then. “I know, but I think I’d get bored not doing anything.”

That got a laugh out of Leon, knowing she was right. “Wanna come play football with me?”

“Um, you know I have exactly zero of your athleticism and skill so that would be a no.” As Leon gently trailed his hands down her arms, she felt him brush against her elbow and she winced.

Leaning over, Leon gave it a gentle kiss. “I’ll be happy when your body isn’t a map of your clumsiness.”

With a roll of her eyes, Karina snorted. “Girl, same.”

Leon laughed openly now as he pulled Karina back against him. “Oh my little Maus. What would I do without you?”

“You’d probably be with Mathea.” Karina spoke with a neutral tone and Leon could tell that she meant nothing by it, but it didn’t sit well with him.

“Yeah?” He sat up straighter now. “Would you still be with Strohmann?”

Even if Karina hadn’t said anything, her body language spoke volumes. She moved away slightly turning her shoulder. “Well, he’s dead now so I’m going to go ahead and say no.”

He gave her a minute before he spoke again. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have brought that up. Did you want to talk about it?”

“Talk about what?” She folded her arms across her chest. “There’s nothing to talk about.”

Leon felt like he was about to open an entirely different can of worms but it seemed like something that needed to be done. “You obviously cared about him and with everything going on, I don’t think you really gave yourself a chance to mourn him.”

Closing her eyes, Karina let her head slump onto Leon’s shoulder, sighing as she felt his place his arm around her. “It’s not something that I really want to talk about with you.”

“Look, I know about your history with him, you told me yourself. I don’t care that he kept you-”

Karina cleared her throat as she shook her head. “Please, just leave it alone, ok?”

“Ok.” Leon finally conceded. “My offer stands if you change your mind.”

Although she nodded, Karina stayed silent for a period of time. Finally, she spoke, her voice not much louder than a whisper. “I will…eventually. It’s just not something I want to discuss right now.”

Turning slightly, Leon kissed Karina on the top of her head. “Can I make you dinner?”

“You can make dinner whenever you want.” Closing her eyes again, Karina sighed. “I’ll never turn that down.”

Leon was in the middle of mixing some various greens together for a salad when there was a knock at the door. He glanced up briefly and Karina took his cue to answer the door. With Elsa at her side, Karina glanced at the monitor before recognizing the man and opening the door for him.

Without so much as a hello, Leon’s agent burst through and looked around for him.

“We’ve got a problem,” He started. “She needs to leave so we can talk.”

Leon put the wooden spoon and fork set down but made no effort to move otherwise. “What are you going on about, Jörg? Karina doesn’t need to go anywhere.”

He glanced between the two of them and then shrugged. “Fine. Are you beating her?”

“What the fuck kind of question is that?” Karina was visibly upset with Jörg but quickly turned to Leon. “Why are you asking him that?”

After clearing his throat, Jörg responded. “There’s been a complaint and the police are wanting to question you. They were nice enough to involve me first before just hauling your ass in the middle of your training session.”

Leon shook his head, still trying to wrap his mind around what was happening. “Just…calm down, Maus. We’ll get this worked out.”

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Coffee and Mental breakdowns

Summary: It's 3 am and Scout is not have a good night, he's comforted by someone unexpected.

An: Hey guys! I thought it was about time I wrote something with Medic cuz I love him. This fic is also sorta like a stress reliever, in other words I'm projecting my own self experiences on poor Scout lol.

Words:1630 

Scout stared into the dark waves he created by stirring his spoon in his cup of coffee, watching as he created dark swirls with the bitter liquid.

A few drops splashed out onto the table, but Scout didn't pay them any mind. He would clean them up later. After a few more moments of his rhythmic stirring he reluctantly brought the cup up to his lips.

He always hated the taste of Coffee, it was always so bitter and it didn't matter how much sugar or cream he added.

He sipped the coffee and swallowed it with a grimace, for now he would just have to deal with the bitter taste. He didn't have anymore energy drinks so coffee was the only thing keeping him from passing out.

And he was certain that falling back to sleep was not what he wanted to do.

He rubbed his tired eyes, glancing at the clock on the microwave. 3 am flashed on the clock, creating a sort gentle glow of light, just enough to give Scout some sort of light source.

3 o'clock in the morning, In about 3 or 4 hours from now he would most likely be joined by Engineer or Sniper, and later the rest of the team.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. His normal uniform was replaced by his sleeping wear, which consisted of an over sized Red Sox baseball jersey and black basketball shorts. The only thing that remained were his wraps which he almost always kept on.

Always.

He rested his head atop his folded arms; blue-grey eyes wandered around the kitchen. A place he knew as well as the back of his hands having spent many breakfasts and meetings in the room.

He felt his eyes begin to sleep close and he sat up with a jerk, quickly reaching for his cup he downed the rest of the bitter coffee. Nearly choking on the bitter taste as it burned the back of his throat on the way down.

He sat the cup down on the table and wiped his mouth with the back of his bandaged hands. He knew he should be asleep, he knew it wasn't good for him to force himself to stay awake but he couldn't help it.

It didn't matter if he drank warm milk, it didn't matter how many sheep he counted. Every time he closed his eyes he wasn't met with the bliss relief of sleep. He was left with nothing but his own thoughts, his insecurities. And he hated it.

this wasn't the first time his thoughts had kept him awake, sometimes they would keep him awake for days on end. On those days he would give in on his exhaustion and ask Medic for something to help him sleep.

Scout didn't understand why this happened, but it was like a routine.

Some days he could look in the mirror and see this super cool guy who could do it all, but some days when he looked in the mirror, all he was was someone who just...wasn't good enough.

That, no matter what he did none of it would matter in the end. He was gonna die eventually, so what was the point of even trying? It was routine, fighting, dying, respawn, repeat. Eventually he just ended up feeling numb.

And on those days, he had to fake it. All of his stupid jokes and cocky attitude, his confidence. He had to fake all of it, and it always made him feel gross. Like he was lying to everyone, like he was just a big faker.

He blinked a few times to clear his vision which had blurred just a bit, and he considered getting another cup of coffee; but his stomach seemed to twist at the thought and he decided against it. Not wanting to make himself sick.

Instead he began to pick at his bandages, an old habit of his. He probably shouldn't do it because it messed up his wraps, but it distracted him.

Plus it was better than him picking at his skin.

He pulled a small string, causing the end of the bandage to unravel and fray. He sighed, now he'd probably have to get some new ones. Great.

"Having fun sitting alone in ze dark?"

Scout jumped a very un manly squeak sounded from his throat as he whipped around in his chair in surprise , nearly tumbling out of it.

Medic stood in the doorway of the kitchen, somewhat illuminated by the light of the microwave. He gave Scout a somewhat sheepish smile.

"Apologies! I didn't mean to scare you"

Scout relaxed slightly when he saw who it was, he let out an annoyed huff. Mainly embarrassed that the older man had snuck up on him.

"Geez dude gonna give me a fricken heart attack, how long 'ave ya been standin there anyway?"

Medic shrugged " Not to long, just long enough to watch you as you sit alone in ze dark"

In a few long strides he sat himself in a chair in front of the younger, resting his chin on his hand.

"So please do tell me vhat bothers you"

Scout blinked in surprise, slightly a taken back by the Doctor's sudden interest in his well-being "

"Wha...What da hell makes ya think sumthins wrong wit me?"

Medic rose a brow "Vell, for starters it iz three in ze morning and you are drinking coffee. Plus your expression isn't exactly cheerful"

Scout sputtered slightly, narrowing his eyes.

"Y-Yeah, well you're up too aren't ya?"

Medic shrugged "Vell yes, but I waz finishing up some vork. And I vaz heading to bed, you however look like you plan to spend ze rest of ze night here. So please.."

He leaned forward slightly " Tell me, vhat bothers you? "

Scout scowled at him, before he sighed. Shoulders slumping in defeat, he mentally cursed the older man and his ability to read people so well.

"It's..It's just...nothing...really, I'm just....being stupid"

He gave an awkward chuckle, squirming in his seat under the doctors gaze.

He swallowed thickly.

"I..just uh...I've just been havin a rough night ya know?"

Medic gave a sympathetic hum " And vhy iz zhat? "

Scout shrugged, looking down at this bandaged hands. Clenching and unclenching them into fists.

"Hey, you uh..remember awhile ago when ya found those..things under my wraps?"

The doctor's eyes widened slightly in surprise, sitting upright his gaze turned serious.

"Vhy...Yes Scout..I do"

Scout glanced up to meet the doctors gaze almost shyly.

"And uh..remember how ya told me that I could always talk ta ya it I needed too..?"

Medics gaze softened as he smiled at the younger man sitting across from him, placing a hand over the others smaller bandaged one.

"Of course Scout, you can tell me anything."

"And you promise won't tell anyone nuthin?"

"I promise"

Scout took a deep shaky breath.

"I..I don't know man, it's just been one of those night ya know? I just couldn't sleep and every time I tried my mind just kept sending all these negative thoughts to my brain man"

"What kind of thought Scout?" Medic inquired gently .

Scout half heartedly shrugged his shoulders, he hated talking about this stuff. Or more so that he was terrible at expression his thoughts and shit.

"I don't know, like just bad thoughts ya know? Like how I'm not good enough or how I'm gonna die alone a-and how everything gonna leave and shit and how I'm nothin but an annoyin brat and..and"

Scouts rambling was cut off by his voice cracking, struggling to swallow last the lump that was steadily growing in his throat he choked back a sob. He brought a fist up to his mouth and bite on it, turning away.

Fuck Fuck Fuck, why the fuck was he crying for? He wasn't some little kid! Yet here he was gettin all emotional shit, in front of fuckin Medic of all people.

"I-Im sorry Man, I just -" his breath hitched as more tears sprang to his eyes, threatening to spill over.

Suddenly next thing he knew he found his face being pressed in the familiar white lab coat as Medic, who had made his way to Scouts side of the table while he had been speaking, wrapped his arms around the runners smaller body. Gently pressing the boys face into his shoulder.

"Shhh, it's alright Klein. Go ahead and cry, it vill be good for you. You'll feel better afterwards."

Scout choked out a sob, clutching at the man's shirt he buried his face in his shoulder. His own shoulders shaking as he sobbed. Medic gently rubbed the boys back.

"Shhh Shhh easy Das Kind, I am here " Medic cooed softly.

"I-It just fuckin hurts man! A-And I'm just so fuckin tired"

" I know kleiner hase I know"

Medic continued to coo softly in both English and German while Scout continued to cry into his shoulder. After awhile Scout pulled away sniffing and rubbing his now red eyes. Face flushed slightly from embarrassment.

He rubbed the back of his neck "T-Thanks man" he mumbled.

Medic smiled at him, gently patting his cheek.

"See! I told you, you would feel better "

Scout laughed slightly "Heh, yeah...sorry bout messin up your shirt"

He stood, saving the younger man off.

"It's nothing, it's just a shirt after all"

Pulling the younger to stand he began pushing him gently towards the door.

"Now! Time for bed, might as Well gets some sleep vhile you can"

Scout rolled his eyes "Alright Alright Ma, I'm freakin goin"

He made his way to leave but paused in the doorway.

"Hey uh, goodnight Doc"

Medic smiled at him .

"Goodnight Scout"

[theonceoverthinker]

OUAT 1X07 - The Heart is a Lonely Hunter

We’re finally here: This episode. This is another one of those episodes that feels a little nerve wracking to touch upon for reasons you probably know. At the same time, I’m really interested to see how my perception of a character who I used to really like changes given how so far I’ve found his appearances to be lackluster. 

I guess we’ll find out. Join me under the cut for a journey most heart-stopping because there was LOADS to unpack here.

Press Release One of the town’s residents begins to remember their fairytale past, and Storybrooke mourns the loss of one of their own. Meanwhile, in the fairytale world that was, the Evil Queen attempts to find a heartless assassin to murder Snow White. General Thoughts Past Okay, so I know Regina’s emotions were fake in that opening scene between her and Snow, but they have so much chemistry. I love the way that Snow trusts her. She really does see Regina as her step mother and you feel the friendship that they’re later revealed to have had in the past. And it’s a real testament to Lana’s acting how she can go from this sympathetic mother figure in one shot to vile and sinister in the next! We also get to see more of Regina’s cleverness here. The Huntsman is a really well-defined character. The way he’s shot by the cameras show his size and strength well and the way others view him characterize his loneliness. We see his skill and his heart immediately and how he has no shame over it. That’s so important to see with men in the media.

Additionally, I like how at first the Huntsman refuses to speak but when Regina calls him birth parents his “parents,” he wastes no time correcting her. It’s important that this was shown because while they do do a really good job showing the nuances of the situation in the struggles between Emma and Regina, the fact that the show and our sympathies are supposed to align with Emma can give people who aren’t paying attention the feeling of an anti-adoption sentiment to the show. In addition to reinforcing The Huntsman’s bond with the wolves, we get to see that adoption sentiment shown unwaveringly positive. But here’s what I don’t get. Why does The Huntsman agree that he doesn’t have compassion? He literally just killed two guys and a deer for his wolf friend and in that very scene, he shows compassion for his wolf kin. It’s not like he’s trying to prove he’s strong in front of Regina. She’s not holding anything above his head - not even pride. I feel like this would’ve worked better if we saw the wolves in danger of extinction or something, but as is, the very thing The Huntsman wants goes against the very reason Regina sought him out in the first place: She wants a being with no compassion, and The Huntsman’s primary motivation is compassion. And it shows. Snow’s actions that are supposed to be a big show to the Huntsman that she’s worth saving aren’t big enough to combat the way he expresses how he views humans and sincer there’s never been anything else to betray the words he says, it feels weird. I’m not sure if Snow is supposed to be shown as a woman so above the standards of humanity that Huntsy has been exposed to or that Huntsy is just too nice a guy to kill someone not threatening him or the wolves. If Snow had shown an appreciation for wolves, I feel like that would’ve been a good compromise, but as it stands, the relationship between Snow and Huntsy feels flaccid. Present While I detest the scene that brought it on, the journey of Graham recovering his memories is really well paced and is an interesting one to take. You can hear how Graham’s manner of speaking changes as he recovers his memories. The way he describes the wolf in his dream’s eyes “one was blood-red and the other was black as night.” That’s a very sudden, but interesting change, showing the impact of the curse beginning to crumble at his feet. Additionally, he gets to talk to a fair variety of characters and while it’s his final episode, it never feels like it’s too sudden or inappropriate. Everything - thanks to his bits of memories and the words of others - feels natural in that respect. I also found the counter journey Regina takes to nip Graham’s recovery in the bud to be fascinating too. You can see the subtle “oh shit” in her eyes as Graham states that his wolf dream was more than that.

I take issue with how Graham doesn’t feel things. Where is this coming from and why was it never touched upon earlier? I get that when your heart is taken, your emotions feel more dulled, but the show hasn’t done a good job showing Graham as having dulled emotions and this episode blatantly shows him feeling panic, lust, and curiosity in droves. This is the driving force behind his character in this episode, but the writing and acting aren’t doing a great job in selling that concept to me and it makes the primary driving force behind Graham’s journey not work. And the argument that the kiss he and Emma shared revealed those lack of feelings doesn’t work either because he was already talking about how he doesn’t feel things before they kissed. That scene with Emma and Mary Margaret was just adorable! Emma and MM are each other’s life coaches - MM is teaching Emma about trust, and Emma illuminates her on stuff like one night stands. And they’re very supportive and adult about the whole thing! That said, I do take issue with the direction it takes. I mean, relationship aside, Graham’s actions were pretty fucked up last night and flowers weren’t going to solve that. I’m going to leave it there because I have a space for both shipping and anti-shipping below. I’m torn between liking Graham decision to leave Regina and thinking that it came out of nowhere. Regina hasn’t done anything out of the ordinary that Graham would have heard about in this episode, so why is he suddenly blaming her. Hell, it’s not like he knows that she’s the Evil Queen! And even if he did, this scene is supposed to imply that he’s taking a point of view more founded in reality, and again - Regina hasn’t done anything strange that he’s heard of. In the scenes they’ve spent together and the scenes that he’s spent with other characters, he hadn’t learned anything new about his relationship with Regina or how that relationship relates to itself. For a story like this to work, the character should learn that while he can’t get what he thinks he wants (his heart), he gets what he needs (an understanding that he’s in a relationship that needs to end). However, since we never got to see point outside of the flashback where their relationship was bad - apart from not believing him about a dream, something Emma didn’t believe him about either - we don’t see a reason why he should end things off. Still, with the knowledge (that is only in hindsight because it wasn’t revealed at that point) that Regina took his heart, it is great to see him stand up to her. Insights “What the hell” is right! That dart scene just left a bad feeling in my insides. And then that loud public scene Graham makes of it. So there’s this letter that I found on TV Tropes from Graham to Emma, and it’s rather dramatic. I’m thoroughly convinced that it was made after this scene. Oh God! That CG deer! At least the one in “Snow Falls” looked a little real! This one looks like it jumped out of a PS2 game! “Since when do you want me to stay, anyways?” I have to wonder who was it that initiated their “relationship” (And don’t worry, we’ll get to how fucked up that is over at the “Darker Aspects” segment)? Did Graham just one evening show up at Regina doorstep raring to go? Gold, who gardens in the forest?! I imagine this was when he buried the dagger. I wonder, did Regina just happen to get a mirror’s view over The Huntsman at exactly the wrong time? He killed them because they were threatening to kill him and his wolf and he cries over his animal kills, not because he’s heartless! OR, do you think perhaps that she manipulated the guys at the bar to talk to him like that so she could scope his strength out? I wonder who this wolf was to Graham when he was growing up? A father figure? A mother figure? A sibling? Friend? Second cousin twice removed? “Those who kill and those who are killed.” Regina, you’re starting to sound like Flowey! Avoid golden flowers! Really, Isaac? A baby animal is the best illustration you’ve got for that desperately emotional encounter? Did they fire their artist and just use whatever the most artistic intern submitted? And then some of the other artwork in the book is so detailed and beautiful! Were there multiple artists for the book in-universe? Holy shit! I forgot about the physical fight between Regina and Emma! I actually shouted “FUCK” when it came on! Arcs Emma’s journey of belief AND Regina’s control over the town- While I take large issue with this episode, I do like that Emma actually had to suffer a loss here. Regina by this point had “lost” in every episode - maybe not the war, but certainly the battle. Emma had managed to earn the friends and relations that Regina clearly didn’t want her to obtain. And now, just on the cusp of another small victory, Regina (I apologize for the literal objectification of Graham to follow) takes it away. It reinforces her menace, something we’ll see in the next episode. This aspect of the episode - while unfortunately used through a really terrible love triangle - does give the emotional impact necessary. Favorite Dynamic Graham and Henry. This dynamic was the only one in the episode for me that almost fully worked. GRAHAM-ted (I needed a joke after this episode), it was a short scene, but here’s why I like it. Both characters are in the perfect place to be having this conversation. Graham is on the verge of mental collapse and is in desperate need of both validation and answers. And Henry is able to give those answers. I only wish he had been more enthused since someone was finally believing him. However, their moment together brings a level of calming insight as well as a genuine connection between both of the characters. Writer How the mighty have fallen. After two stellar episodes, A&E give me this dud. It’s weird, this episode - like the prior successes - is focused externally. Graham, Emma, and Regina are the focal characters, with MM, Henry, and Gold serving as supporting cast members. However, where it different is that there’s no internal focus in either plot or continuity. Problems with Graham arise out of nowhere and aren’t expanded on in a comprehensible way and Huntsy’s motivations and feelings in the flashback are frustratingly unclear. Since he’s the main character of the episode, because of these faults, it feels sloppy.

That and the issues in the next section really weaken this episode, to say the least. Darker Aspects Trigger warning for rape and consent issues discussion below.

I didn’t hate this when I first watched it. However, it’s been over three years since I’ve watched it and “the villain can do terrible things like that because they’re the villain” doesn’t fly any more in my book. Now, watching those kisses between Graham and Regina in both realms makes my skin crawl. And the fact that it never gets touched upon again set a shitty precedent for non consensual sex that would repeat itself a number of times and will remain as an unwavering black spot on Regina’s redemption arc (Which otherwise worked for me pretty well).

Just...why would they do that? I’m not a rape victim, and I don’t feel comfortable telling anyone - victim or not - how to show it - if at all - in media. I have my own opinion of it, but that’s neither here nor there. Still, I will say this: This just isn’t the way to show it - never giving the victim a lucid moment to reflect on their own rape is fucked up. What’s worse is that I remember reading A&E deny that it was rape in Storybrooke, and that’s just doubly awful. Rating 3/10. This was a genuinely terrible episode, and not just because of the *ahem* Darker Aspects, although that really didn’t help. Thematically and from a character perspective, I wasn’t sold on either Graham or Huntsy’s journeys. In the past, there was no focus and in the present, there was no establishment, and in the case of both, they had the beginning and endpoints of the episode down, but clearly didn’t know what to do with the middle to get them there. The two parts are a cluttered mess vaguely threaded together, but bereft of the meat that a journey needs to entail to work in terms of storytelling. The only saving grace of the episode - in addition to the acting, which is always good - is the line of characters that Graham interacts with while on his journey to...breaking up with Regina. Dark Side of the Ship Normally, I have another segment here called “Flip My Ship” and it’s supposed to be a place for all things “shippy goodness.” However, today, I have no “shippy goodness” to flail about. In fact, I have negative thoughts about the ships here, and unfortunately, while I try to keep anti-shipping out of my episode rewatches, this pairing is frustratingly story relevant and I feel like I need to touch upon them. If you like Gremma, I suggest ending off here. You have been warned. Now that I’ve fully seen Gremma for a second time, I can fully say that I hate it.

It’s weird. I used to like it. Before this rewatch, it was up there in my favorite Emma ships. However, I despise it now that I’ve taken a closer eye to the series and his character. While I’ve had negative feelings towards their relationship for the entirety of episodes 1-7, I’ll do what I can to focus on this episode specifically.

I hate how the ship bastardized that scene with Emma and MM because where do we see feelings between Graham and Emma to the point where her rejecting an advance that didn’t even happen was a problem? The most I can see is her rejecting the hot chocolate because those are just her walls, and a bit of banter. They’ve known each other for maybe a month and we’ve barely seen them interact. I think they’ve spoken fifteen lines to each other maximum. With all of the good Emma dynamics out there, this is the only one so far that is bad because it tries to tell much more about Emma than it’s bothering to show. If this episode was happening in episode 14 or something after a couple of episodes of Graham and Emma working on cases together, that would work. I’d believe it. But they haven’t. The only bits of police work they’ve done together have had Emma interact with other characters (MM in “Snow Falls” and Regina in both “Pilot” and “That Still Small Voice” and if there’s a crush at all, it’s only been shown on Graham’s side, and shoddily at that. It just feels unearned for the focus and buildup they’re trying to give this couple. I liked them a bit more towards the end of the episode, but that’s only because Graham had stood up for himself and protected Emma so I can actually see there being some romantic chemistry there. But that’s right before he dies, and far later than I was supposed to feel for this couple.

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I never like writing negative reviews. No one does, and unless they’re based on comedy, reviewers who say they like writing negative reviews are to be avoided. It broke my heart that an episode that I formerly liked disappointed me so much upon my second viewing of it and I hope that future shitty episodes are few and far between. Thank you again to the fine folks at @watchingfairytales for putting this project together, and I’ll see you next time.

Operation Rewatch Archives Season Tally (56/220) Writer Tally for Season 1: A&E (23/70) Liz Tigelaar (10/20) David Goodman (9/50) Jane Espenson (6/60) Andrew Chambliss (8/10) Ian Goldberg (8/10)

[peinde]

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She is self-taught in a wide variety of sciences, including biology, marine biology, zoology, epidemiology, pathology, botany, oceanography, ecology, and many many more. She’s also very knowledgeable about law, finances, political science and business 📬 - A mysterious letter has just been found in their mailbox.  How does your character react?  Who would it be from? She’d be excited! She loves surprises. It’s unclear who would send her a letter. It might be one of her fans...or stalkers. ⌚ - Is your character punctual or procrastinator? Very punctual. 💰 - Your character just found a fat sack of gold on a bench. What do they do with it? She’d leave it. She has enough money of her own, but she also won’t contact the authorities about it. She may leave a note indicating it to be dangerous, so only the rightful owner would take it up. 👙 - Is your character trendy or do they just not give a damn? She’s very trendy. Adhering to trends is part of her job, and it helps her stand out less. 🎠 - Your character is at the carnival.  What kinds of rides or games do they check out to entertain themselves? Feferi’s hasn’t stepped foot in a carnival since she met Zi. She misses them dearly though, and she’d go absolutely mad with joy if she were allowed to go to one again. She’d do every single thing, but first she’d find herself a clown to make her giggle. 🔮 - Your character is having their future told by someone pretty shady. Do they call the fortune teller out or just roll with it? Call them out. Even if they were legit, she doesn’t believe in anything, and thinks people who claim to tell the future are full of shit. 🎃 - What is your character’s favorite holiday? Christmas! It’s the only day Meenah talks to her. 🎶 - What would your character say about your personal taste in music? ”W)(ere t)(e fuck’s t)(e speed metal, you )(ipster-got)( beac)(?!” 💒 - Does your character want marriage or a lifelong commitment? Both. ♓ - Hey baby, what’s your sign? What would your character’s zodiac sign be and what qualities do they carry to make them fall under that sign? Despite her symbol, she’s a Cancer. 🚼 - Does your character have or want kids? No, and hell no. ⚠ - What has your character almost done that made someone talk them out of or convince them not to do it? Her wife’s managed to talk her down every time she wanted to attempt suicide or homicide. She’s very good at it. ♿ - Is your character in some way handicapped? (This includes physical, emotional, and mental.) Emotionally, in a way. Due to years of suppressing her thoughts and feelings, Feferi suffers from an acute range of sociopathic symptoms. She feels no empathy or fear, and doesn’t understand heightened emotion. She can mimic emotion very well, and often comes across very sympathetic and cheery, but she doesn’t feel much. Before she met Gamzius, she didn’t even feel love. She’s learning to feel again with the help of her wife, and she’s slowly coming around, but she’s got a long way to go. 💊 - Is your character on medication?  If so, why? No. She refuses to see any doctors, even psychiatric doctors. She can heal herself, and her wife can do the rest. 🌞🌜 - Is your character an early bird or night owl? What makes them that way? Early bird. The more she’s awake, the less time she has to do nothing. The less time she has to do nothing, the less she has to think. 📚 - Does your character read? All the time! 📓 - If your character keeps a journal, what is the most secret thought they keep in it? She only keeps a scientific journal. It has all the details of every experiment she’s performed. 📰 - An obituary for your character was found in the local paper this morning. What did it say? ”First Troll Model Feferi Peixes has died” or some other generic obit for a celebrity. if her timeline wrote it though, it would be “local bitch got just what she deserved” 💢 - What frustrates your character more than anything? Prejudice. ✌ - Your character just made a trespass against someone else, how would they go about righting it given the chance?  Or would they at all? It depends on who the person is. If it were someone she didn’t like, didn’t care for, or someone who wronged her in the past, she’d tell them to get over it and leave it at that. If anyone else, she’ll make a point of apologizing profusely. Her actions mean little to her, but she’d prefer maintaining her reputation as a nice and courteous person. 🍴 - What is the absolute worst meal your character has ever eaten? Were they verbal about it or did they just not say anything? She believes anyone’s cooking that’s not her own is subpar, but she’s always very kind about it. 🍜 - Carnivore/Pescatarian/Vegetarian/Vegan/Other? What kind of diet does your character have? Carnivore. She eats raw seafood as a day-to-day, but she will indulge in other meats when going out. As her teeth were only made for tearing flesh, it’s hard for her to eat much else. 💋 - Your character was just kissed by someone they can’t stand. Why and how did it happen? Someone may have interpreted her snide remarks and sly jabs a pitch flirting, and seeing as she never says no to a relationship, they probably decided to go in for the kill. 😇 - What was your character’s last good deed? She just donated a large sum of money to one of her favourite charities. 😁 - Someone just tripped and fell in front of your character.  Do they laugh or help the person up? Help them up, unless it’s someone who wronged her. Then she’d let out a catty little giggle and purposefully step over them to walk past them. 😨 - Your character just broke wind in public. Do they try to hide it or own up to it? In the past, she may have hidden it, but thanks to her wife’s influence, she’d own up to it. 😍 - Your character’s lust object just passed right by them. How awkward do they get as they try to make conversation? She’s very cool and collected around her crushes. It’s only when they get flirty with her does she get flustered. 😒 - “Ugh!  Not him/her/them/it again.” How does your character react to annoying people?  Ignore, walk away, give the cold shoulder, and/or snub. 😂 - Your character is moved to tears. What’s a kindness that another showed to them? Seeing her for who she truly is and loving her anyway. 😄 - What has ever made your character laugh so hard that they almost passed out? As she’s easily amused, there are countless things that make Feferi laugh that hard. 😈 - What’s your character’s favorite cuss word? Just a good ol’ fashion, regular “fuck” word. 😏 - Is your character having a dirty thought right now? When does she not? 🍺 - Cheers! What is your character’s favorite alcoholic beverage?  What was the last thing they got smashed off of? She used to love vodka before her wife got her to stop drinking. 💫 - Your character is suffering memory loss after being knocked unconscious.  What happens afterwards and how did it happen? It would be next to impossible for that to happen save for a magic anon. Her powers would counter any physical trauma she might’ve suffered, and her mental barriers keep magical powers from affecting her mind. If a magic anon were to grant her amnesia, her reaction would depend on how far back she went. If she were to go back to the peak of her adolescence, you’d get a snide, mean girl who didn’t care who she hurt. If you were to go back to her as a ghost, you’d get her happiest, most authentic self. If you were to go back to her during Sgrub, you’d pretty much get a canon Feferi. If you were to go back to before the game, you’d get shut-in little Momma’s girl with big dreams and no stakes in reality. 💡 - What is the best idea your character ever had? Deciding to support herself instead of having Roxy do it for her. 💍 - Does your character wear any type of jewelry? She wears a small set of pearl earrings, the half-eaten Ring Pop her wife used to propose to her on a necklace, and a diamond wedding ring with teal topaz and pink tourmaline in the shape of her and her wife’s respective signs as embellishments. ⛪ - Is your character religious or spiritual in anyway? Absolutely not. 🎱 - Your character and a talking raccoon walk into a bar… She’d talk to the raccoon like any other person. She’s been friends with weirder. 📼 - An interrogation tape emerges regarding a recent interview with your character.  What are they being questioned for? It might be for a magazine article, or a police interrogation. 50/50 chance. 👟 - Is your character into personal fitness?  If so, what’s their exercise routine? Yes! She exercises for 3 hours everyday. She swims 380 laps in her personal pool, performs cardio, strength training and yoga.    📺 - What would your character’s favorite TV show be?  What’s their favorite genre? Spongebob Squarepants. She doesn’t have a favourite genre. Only Spongebob. 🍀 - Does your character carry a good luck charm? Do they believe in luck? No, and no. Luck is fake to her and people who believe in it are fools in her eyes.

[isntthisenoughwhatwouldbeenough]

I Love You More (John Laurens x Reader)

A/N: Happy New Year My Lovely Wonderfuls! I hope you all had a fun night, and a nice introduction into 2018. Here’s another request, I hope you enjoy! I really liked how this came out and i hope you do to! Thank you to the Anon who requested this, i enjoyed writing it!

Request: John x reader where you buy him a turtle for his birthday bc he’s always wanted one, and then he starts giving it all his time and attention and you get jealous of it.

 For as long as you’d known John you knew he wanted a turtle. In fact, your first date ended up at a pet shop where he mooned over the small creatures and gave you little facts about them. You found it charming and endearing, and still did two years later. You loved how his face lit up every time he saw one, and that’s what led you to the little pet store down the street to pick out the perfect little turtle for your boyfriend.

You had looked at each one intently, asked questions about each of them, and watched how they interacted with each other before asking to see one. You held him in your hand, he was so tiny your heart instantly cooed over him. His shell was a forest green with streaks of yellow throughout, and as if on cue, his little head turned to look at you. His eyes slowly blinking and a small smile seeming to appear on his tiny face. How fitting, you think as you gently pet him.

“I’ll take him,” you turn to the owner with a smile.

You arrive, setting up your little surprise for John. You had the boys take him out so that you would have enough time to get everything done. You set up the tank, making sure he was comfortable, as you received a text. Alex said they were on their way up.

“Get ready to meet the greatest person ever, little guy,” you smile down at the creature as you cover him up.

You stand in front of your surprise, as the boys walk in. John lights up as soon as he sees you. He runs straight to you wrapping you up in his arms and placing soft kisses on your neck. Truthfully, he had been somewhat bummed this morning when you had pushed him out of the house after breakfast. He had wanted to spend the day with you entirely and he was sad he hadn’t gotten his way.

“Now, do I get to spend time with you,” he whispers to you, his forehead resting against yours.

You smile softly and kiss him tenderly, your arms around his neck as you play with his hair.

“Yes,” you kiss his nose, “but, I have a surprise for you first.”

“Baby girl, I think we’ll have to send our guests home before we do that,” he wiggles his eyebrows and pulls you close.

You lightly slap his shoulder and shake your head, though a small smile stays on your lips as you admonish him.

“Not that!” You roll your eyes as he laughs. “I wanted to show you,” you step out his arms and lift the sheet you had over his birthday surprise, “this!”

You smile brightly at him as his eyes grow huge and his own smile grows impossibly huge.

“IS THAT?!”

He looks back and forth between you and that tank at a loss for words. You nod your head.

“Its your very own turtle!”

He takes you in his arms again, spinning you around and placing kisses all over your face, while you giggled. He places you down and goes over to the tank, taking out his new pet.

“What’s his name?”

“That’s for you to decide, love,” you smile as you hug his shoulders. “Anything you want.”

He looks at him thoughtfully for a few moments before his face broke out into a grin.

“Thaddeus,” he smiles brightly at you and his friends, who nod in approval.

“Thaddeus,” Alex nods, “suits him.”

“Oui, good choice, mon ami.”

“Thaddeus the turtle,” Herc smiles placing a hand on Johns shoulder. “Has a nice ring to it.”

John looks to you, for your seal approval. You smile lovingly, gently petting the his shell.

“Thaddeus, it’s perfect.”

John smiles proudly at all of you before his attention was focused on the small creature. The rest of the day went well, John had a dinner and cake surrounded by friends and his new turtle. It warmed your heart to see him so genuinely happy. That night John had showered with kisses for your gift and you couldn’t be happier.

A month and a half passes and the night of Johns birthday was the last time he had shown you any real affection. The past six weeks had been filled with halfhearted hugs and quick kisses, while all his attention was focused on Thaddeus. The jealousy you felt growing in your gut every time he mooned over the small creature made you feel ridiculous and guilty all at once. How could you be jealous of something that made John so happy?

Instead of potentially making John feel bad for being so happy about something you got him. Something he had wanted for so long, you swallowed all those feelings. I mean you just had to wait it out right?

You sigh as you get ready for your girls night out. The Schuylers had decided to take you out after seeing that you were down. Although, after telling them what has going on, you had to keep Angie from yelling at John for you. Instead, they decided they would keep you out all night. If he wasn’t going to pay attention to you, you didn’t need to pay any to him.

You fix your hair, before heading to your closet to choose what to wear. You frown slightly as you look at your choices. You brighten slightly when you reach your selection of dresses. There was one dress in particular that you had your eye on, you had only worn it a few times, but it always got attention. It was low-cut and hugged you in all the right places. You smile as you take it out and put it on. If this didn’t get his attention, you didn’t know what else to do.

You walk out of the room to see all the boys hanging out in the living room. Alex is the first to notice you, giving a low whistle when he sees you.

“Lookin’ good, (Y/N),” he gives you a wink as you blush.

“Mon Dieu, you look magnifique, mon ami,” Gilbert says with a slight gulp.

“Very nice,” Hercules smiles with a slow nod.

“Thank you,” you smile bashfully, glancing at John to see his reaction.

He could get quite jealous, but he was consumed with Thaddeus, carefully taking him out his tank. You frown and give a disappointed sigh. The boys notice and can’t believe that John didn’t even look up at you. You turn back to them with fake smile, that they all saw through, the hurt evident in your eyes.

“What are you guys planning on doing tonight?”

“Just hanging here,” Alex shrugs his shoulders, “we probably won’t be having as much fun as you ladies.”

“That’s for damn sure,” Angelica steps out from the kitchen, giving John a slight glare.

“And what will you lovely ladies be doing tonight?” Herc smiles at her, his eyebrows raised.

“Lots of dancing and lots of drinking,” she winks over at you. “Come on, girls let’s head out.” She walks over to the doorway as you make your way to John to say goodbye.

“I’ll see you later, babe,” you place a kiss on his cheek.

He barely turns to blow you a kiss, mumbling a soft ‘bye’. You sigh again, following your friends out the door as they glared at John. The boys stood there in shock.

“Thaddeus did the funniest thing the other day,” John turns to them after placing his turtle safely in the cage, “I gave him a raspberry for the first time and the way he ate was too cute.”

“Hey John, buddy, did you notice what (Y/N) was wearing just now?” Alex takes a sip of his drink. “She looked really good.” He glances over at John, he always got riled up when any of the guys flirted with you.

“She always looks good,” he says quickly, looking at his phone. “Here I took a video of it.”

“You know that dress made her look sexier than usual,” Herc pipes up. “I mean if I were a guy out tonight and saw her, I wouldn’t hesitate to go after her.”

“What?” he finally looks up at Herc.

“Oui, in that dress,” Gil whistles, “I would try to get her to come home with me.”

“In what dress,” John asks, growing frustrated with his friends comments. “What the hell are you guys talking about?”

“Your girlfriend looking hot as hell, and how we wouldn’t mind if she were our girlfriend for one night,” Alex shrugged nonchalantly, taking a sip of his beer.

“Yeah, well keep dreaming, assholes, that’s my girl, quit talking about her like that.”

“Is she though?” Herc asks, sipping his beer and giving John a questioning look.

“What?”

“Is she your girl,” He raises his eyebrows, “because you hardly glanced at her and she didn’t look too happy.”

John looks down guiltily, thinking over that past weeks and trying  to figure out how terrible he’d been.

“Mon ami,” Laf places a hand on his shoulder, “she seemed very sad.” He frowned as John looked up at him. “Have you paid her any attention lately?”

“I mean,” he pauses, trying to think, “some, but not really.” He sighs in defeat as he slumped on the couch. “I’m such a shit!”

“Look,” Alex sits next to him, patting his shoulder, “it’s not like she’s going to leave you.”

“She should!” John exclaims, covering his face with his hands.

“Nah,” Herc slaps his leg, “she loves you too much, you just gotta do some damage control.”

“Do you know where they were going?”

They all shake their heads.

“Sorry, mon ami, they didn’t say.”

“And by the looks the girls were giving you as they left, I doubt they’ll tell you if you try to call,” Alex gives him a sympathetic smile.

“Even if I call (Y/N)?”

“Knowing Angie, she probably took her phone away as soon as they left,” Herc lightly chuckles with a shake of his head, and he was right. She confiscated it as soon as you stepped outside.

“What do I do then?”

“Wait for your girl to come home, and apologize,” Alex hands him a beer and wraps an arm over his shoulders. “She’ll forgive you, don’t worry.”

“Oui, just remember your turtle can’t love you like she can,” Laf tips his beer at John with a small smile.

The girls weren’t kidding when they said they would keep out all night. They gave you drink after drink, shot after shot, and dragged you out on to the dance floor. It was around four in the morning when they finally returned you home, sufficiently drunk. You fumbled with your keys as the girls giggled at you. Eliza gently takes the keys from your hands and opens the door.

“I still think we should have taken her back to our place,” Angie slightly huffs.

“She wanted to come home,” Eliza chides her sister, “and we can come check on her later, to make sure she’s okay.”

“You mean in case John is too busy with his pet to notice if she’s even home,” Peggy scoffs, as she helps you inside with Angelica, while Eliza holds the door and your purse.

“Guys, guys, guuyysss,” you whisper loudly, “we haf to b-be quiet, Johns proly asleeep.”

“Don’t worry sweetie, we’ll be quiet,” Eliza soothes you with a light chuckle.

“You don’t have to be,” John walks out from the hallway. The girls lightly gasp as he makes his presence known.

“Jackie!” You exclaim, throwing your arms up in excitement, before quickly covering your mouth and shushing yourself.

“Hey baby girl,” he walks over to you, smiling gently at your drunken state. “How much did she drink?”

“A lot,” Eliza grimaced.

“Mmhmm,” you nod, “a whole awflul lot, Jackie poo.” You wave your arms out wide to emphasize your statement and nearly trip, but John is quick to catch you. “Jackie! You catched me!”

“Yeah I did, baby girl, I always will,” he looks down at you lovingly and brushes some hair out of your face.

“I assume, you’ve got this covered?” Angie asks, her eyebrow quirked.

“I got this,” he nods. “Thanks guys.”

“No problem, just take care of our girl,” Peggy points at him, before following Angie out.

Eliza lightly pats his shoulder with a small smile, before following her sisters. You touch his cheek, bringing his attention back to you.

“Hey love,” he smiles gently.

“I miss you so much Jackie,” you whisper tears forming in your eyes.

“I’m right here, baby,” he tries to soothe you, rubbing small circles on your back. You shake your head.

“No, not really, you just love Tha-Thaddeus so much, and I can’t tell you I miss you without makin you feel bad,” tears roll down your face and he wants to kick himself for making you feel so sad.

“You should, baby girl, I’m an ass,” he kisses your forehead. “I deserve to feel bad.”

“No,” you shake your head again, “not my Jack,” you caress his cheek. “You’re wonderful.”

Its his turn to shake his head, he kisses your wrist and then your palm, before pulling you close and lifting you in his arms. He carries you to the room as you snuggle into his chest. You make a small protest when he places you on the bed, but a kiss to your nose soothes you quickly. Once he changes you and makes you drink some water, he puts you under the covers and lays next to you. You immediately snuggle up to him and he wraps his arms around you tightly and smiles at your sigh of content.

“I love you, Jackie,” you mumble into his chest.

He pulls back to look at you, you’re barley holding your eyes open.

“I love you so,” he kisses your forehead, “so,” your nose, “so,” one cheek, “so,” then the other, “so,” your lips, “much.” You smile sleepily, as he pulls you close once more. “I love you so much,” their the last words you hear as you drift off to sleep.

You wake up the next morning, squinting at the light in the room. You can smell something really good though, food. You rub your head as you try to muster the strength to sit up.

“Hey there, beautiful,” you open your eyes to see John with a tray of food in his hands, complete with a flower in small vase.

“John?”

Were you still that drunk that you were seeing things?

“Yeah, baby girl,” he comes to your side, setting the tray down before helping you sit up. He makes sure you’re comfortable, before fixing the tray over your lap. “We’ve got the works here for you lover girl,” he smiles at you. “Pancakes, scrambled eggs, bacon and sausage, toast with strawberry jam, and oj and coffee.” He brushes some hair behind your ear and kisses your forehead.

“Am I dreaming?” You ask, while John chuckles sadly at your confusion.

“No, your boyfriend just decided to stop being a shit,” he caresses your cheek and the sadness and guilt you see in his eyes breaks your heart.

“Hey,” you kiss his wrist gently, “my boyfriend is not a shit.” You reach up to touch his cheek. “He’s wonderful.”

He shakes his head at you, a frown still on his face.

“I’ve been a real shit, and I’m really sorry, baby girl.”

“Its o”-

“Don’t say it’s ok because it isn’t, love.” He takes your hands in his, kissing each one, before looking back up at you. “I haven’t been giving you all the love and attention you deserve.” You look down, not wanting him to feel bad, but knowing the statement was true. “I love Thaddeus, he’s awesome and the reason I have him is because I have the best girlfriend ever.” A small smile appears on your lips at his comment. “But,” he pauses lifting your chin to look at him, “I love you so much more.” Tears starts to form in your eyes. “You’re everything, baby girl, you’re the most amazing person I have ever met, and I know I can’t live without you. You make me so unbelievably happy, I’m so lucky that you’re my girl.” He wipes at the tears falling down your cheeks, smiling lovingly. “I know I got carried away, but I promise I’ll never make you feel that way again. I love you.”

You move the tray off your lap and nearly tackle him in your arms. He wraps his arms around your waist and holds you tight, kissing anywhere his lips can reach. Your lips meet in a passionate and loving kiss, both of you pouring your love for each other into that kiss. You pull away breathless and smiling.

“I love you,” you whisper together, foreheads pressed together.

“Love?”

“Yeah?”

“Please only wear that dress for me, from now on, please?”

“Sure, why?” You smile, amused.

“The guys were killing me with comments about being with after seeing you in that dress and you’re my baby girl!” He exclaims, cheeks heating up in his distress. You giggle.

“Yes I am, my love,” you peck his lips and rub your nose against his. “I’m all yours.”